#first of all all your language comes from fanfic speak have some respect for your elders second of all

[mishkakagehishka]

Whwre's the post ab how tiktok subcultures are all just posers i'm feeling it

[howcouldmuffin]

Beneath the Betrothal.

After the engagement was announced, and you realized that waiting was no longer the right path, you decided to start anew.

PAIRING : Jacearys Velaryon x Fem!Reader

WARNING : NSFW, Targaryen incest, Non-canon, SMUT, Sex Content

AN : This is the first fanfic l've written. I apologize if there are any mistakes. Please feel free to give me any feedback. Love.

please be kind to me English is not my first language.

Many years have passed since your father Viserys announced the betrothal to Jacaerys, who although your nephew, is older than you. No one in House Hightower was pleased with this news, except for you.

You were raised differently from your siblings—the youngest daughter born with your father’s expectations. He had you share the same wet nurse as Jacaerys and your older brother Daeron. You grew up with the Velaryon family, witnessing the differences between your eldest sister Rhaenyra and your mother Alicent.

Although you had been friends with Jacaerys since childhood, the words that everyone kept telling you “that you would marry him” filled your mind with dreams. You fell in love with him, but you knew that he didn’t love you the same way. He was a charming young man, a gentleman with honor, admired by all. Many were fond of him. The prince of the Seven Kingdoms.

When Rhaenyra ascended to the throne, everyone swore oaths of loyalty and service to her without question. Many lords came to pay their respects to the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms. Jacaerys was appointed as the heir to the Iron Throne, and your betrothal was announced once again, but it was never mentioned again after that.

At first, you thought it was just a matter of waiting for things to settle down before the important ceremony would take place. But as time went on, you began to question it, and eventually, you found the answer. It was Jacaerys who requested that the wedding be postponed. You were shattered by this news—it hurt as though your heart had been broken into pieces.

There have been months of silence and unspoken words between you and Jacaerys. Even the gatekeepers of the Red Keep are aware of the situation. The whispers and rumors have started to grow louder—some say the prince already has someone he wishes to marry, or perhaps he dislikes his betrothed because she is a Hightower. None of the answers bring you any truth.

But it has made you realize that waiting is no longer the right course of action. It’s time to start looking for potential suitors from great houses. Soon, there will be a grand event at the Red Keep once again—the second-year anniversary of Queen Rhaenyra’s reign. Nobles and knights from all over the realm will gather here. It could be a good opportunity to find a new way forward.

“I wish to see my queen.” you said to the knight guarding your sister’s chamber door. They nodded slightly and stepped aside to let you enter.

“Your Grace.” you said as you entered the room, immediately curtseying to the queen. “If it pleases you, I have something I wish to discuss.” Rhaenyra paused her writing and looked up.

“Sister.” she said, rising and walking towards you. “What is it you wish to speak with me about?” The queen gently led you to a nearby sofa and lightly took your hand.

“I’ve come to talk about my betrothal to the prince.”

“If you’d like to discuss how you’d like the ceremony to be arranged, or if there’s anything additional you’d like to request, you can speak to me directly.”

“No, Your Grace. I… I wish to call off the engagement.”

“Oh, dear, why would you want to cancel the betrothal? Have you found someone you prefer?”

“No, Your Grace. I just think it might be better if the prince and I were free to choose someone we truly like and love.” Rhaenyra laughed softly at your words. She raised her hand to cup your face, gently turning you to look into her eyes. You lifted your hand to hold hers in return.

“Listen to me, dear. There’s no one more suited to be the next queen than you. Don’t let others’ words sway you.”

“I’m sorry, Your Grace, but I truly wish to call off the engagement. Please, I ask you to consider it.” You gently moved her hand away from your face, holding it firmly in yours.

“If that is what you desire, I will take it under consideration. But I ask that you think it over once more, my dear.” After expressing your wishes, you moved to embrace your sister, always understanding her no matter what.

Before long, the grand celebration was in full swing, with people gathering to offer their congratulations to their queen. Today, you woke up much earlier than usual. You were an integral part of organizing the feast—the floral decorations, the guest list of important attendees. You were determined to ensure that your sister’s special day would go smoothly.

The dress you wore today was long and red, with an off-the-shoulder design that revealed your neckline. It was beautifully embroidered with golden patterns around the dress. Your hair was partially braided and pinned up, with natural curls left to fall gracefully. You glanced at the necklace on your vanity table—the one Jacaerys had given you for your birthday many years ago. In the end, you chose not to wear it, opting instead for another necklace that matched your dress just as well.

“You look stunning, Princess.” your handmaiden remarked as she finished styling your hair.

“Thank you. You can leave now, I’ll take care of the rest myself.” She curtseied and left the room as instructed.

You slowly turned to the mirror, gazing at your reflection for a moment before preparing to head to the feast. By now, your mother was likely waiting for you. But as the door closed behind your handmaiden, you sensed someone else was in the room.

“What were you thinking, trying to call off the engagement?” Jacaerys spoke, his voice sharp. He was the last person you wanted to see right now. It was the first conversation in months that left a lasting impression.

“Prince.” you greeted him with a curtsey. “I just thought—” He stepped closer to you, so close that it nearly took your breath away. He looked angrier than you could ever remember seeing him.

“Is there someone else you’re in love with?”

“No, Your Highness.” you replied.

“Let’s go. The others must be waiting for us.” he said, lifting one arm. At first, you weren’t sure what he meant, but then you placed your hand on his arm.

Walking into the feast together might be normal for a married couple or an engaged pair, but it felt strange for the two of you, who hadn’t exchanged a meaningful word in so long. As you entered the great hall, you could feel the eyes of many upon you and your betrothed.

Everyone stood to pay their respects to you and their prince, creating an odd pressure on you. Jacaerys looked every bit the heir to the Iron Throne today. His attire included a cloak with a pattern matching your dress, likely arranged by Rhaenyra.

When you reached the queen’s table, you both bowed to the highest authority in the realm before going your separate ways. He sat beside his brother Lucerys, while you took a seat next to your brother Aemond.

“Beautiful dress, sister.” Aemond’s comment was more likely a tease than a compliment.

“Thank you, brother. I think it’s lovely as well.”

The feast began after Rhaenyra’s announcement, and the music started to play. People began to dance in the center of the hall. Conversations with your siblings took place, and although they didn’t think highly of your betrothed, they chose not to voice any further objections.

“Would you like to dance, sister?” Daeron, your youngest brother, asked. Why not? He was as renowned for his looks in the family as you were. Although you hadn’t grown up together much, he was the second person you consulted about your betrothed, after Helena.

With the music playing, you and your brother enjoyed the dance. As the Westerosi-style dance continued, many people joined in with you. Dancing gave you the opportunity to talk with a variety of men. Some were genuine friends, but most had other intentions beyond mere friendship.

“I think it would be the greatest mistake on your part to let her go.” Rhaenyra said to her son, who had been staring at you intently, prompting her to speak up.

“What are you talking about?” Jacaerys turned his attention to his mother, confusion evident on his face.

“You know very well what I’m talking about.” she said, meeting his gaze. “If you don’t truly care for her, then let her go. She deserves to find someone who truly loves her.” He remained silent, not responding, and merely finished his drink.

He stood up from the table and left the feast abruptly. With so many people in the hall, no one seemed to notice the prince’s departure. Now, Jacaerys was at a loss, angry with you for reasons he was struggling to address. He was searching for a way to make you pay for what you had done to him.

Once the door to your room closed behind you, you had just returned from the feast. Separating yourself from the men had left you quite exhausted, and you were eager to take a relaxing bath.

“Did you enjoy getting close to other men who aren’t your betrothed?” A familiar voice spoke up. You were startled to hear him, Jacaerys was sitting on your bed, glaring at you with a reprimanding look.

“How did you get into my room?” you asked, and moving closer to him. “When did you ever care that I’m your betrothed?”

“I’ve always cared about you, but what I know is that you haven’t shown any interest in me.”

“No interest, you say?” You stepped closer to him and leaned in. “I wouldn’t be asking to postpone the wedding if I didn’t care.”

“I care about you!” he shouted, making you jump. He had never acted this way towards you before. He stood up and approached you.

“And wanting to postpone the wedding means you don’t want to marry me, doesn’t it? What are you trying to say? If you hate me, just say it, Jacaerys Velaryon. I will not tolerate your mind games any longer.”

“You don’t understand me.” he said, stepping closer. You backed away in response. “I want you to be ready, ready to bear my children. If we marry, producing an heir will come first, and I know if you were to become pregnant too soon, it would be you who would leave me.”

With no space left to retreat, you and he were face to face. He placed one hand on the back of your neck, holding your gaze, while his other hand gently caressed your face.

“Listen to me. I have always loved you, and I will continue to love you until the day I die. You are the only one who makes me feel like myself, who I constantly long for. You will be the only one by my side.” His eyes, looking at you, were so beautiful.

“May I kiss you?” he asked.

You didn’t respond but immediately leaned in to kiss him. He kissed you back without hesitation as well. Both of you embraced each other as if you were missing warmth from one another. The taste he gave you was sweet and surprisingly addictive. He treated you with reverence and gentleness.

The physical connection between the two of you came together quickly as if drawn by opposing magnetic forces. You and he slowly walked towards the bed. Jacearys gently lifted you onto the bed and stood beside it. Both of you looked at each other for a moment before he slowly began to remove his outer shirt.

“Don’t tear my clothes.” you said, seeming to have less patience than him. You slowly removed your dress, leaving only the sheer undergarments. He chuckled softly and leaned down to kiss your neck, moving from your collarbone to your chest, your stomach, and the center of your body.

“Do you want to stop?” he asked. “If we stop now, you might not regret it.” He ran his finger along the waistband of your underwear, the small piece that was covering you at the moment. He kissed your stomach again, followed by your collarbone and neck.

“We’ve come too far to stop now.” you said. “Please, my prince.” You placed your hand on his hair, marveling at its natural waves. The prince slowly removed the sheer garment that covered you

“You are so beautiful, perfectly suited for me.” he said, kissing your chest. His other hand gently squeezed it, leaving the imprint of his fingers. He nipped at your nipple and licked it slowly. Your desire surged, and you craved even more.

He slowly used his hands to remove your small panties. Soon, heaven was revealed before him. His hands parted your legs, and he leaned down to taste the sweetness between your thighs. His nose brushed against your clit, driving you nearly insane.

You moaned, "Please, my prince, I need more." You were now very wet. Jacearys, undoubtedly aware, playfully teased your little cunt with his tongue, and the lewd sounds echoed throughout your bedroom.

“What do you want, beautiful?” he asked, using his other hand to play with your erect nipple.

“I want you, Jacearys.” you moaned again. He fuck you with his fingers in your sweet cunt. His fingers pushed deeper inside you while his mouth licked at your clit.

“Who do you belong to?” he murmured, then turned to mark your thigh instead.

"I am yours." you breathed heavily. "Yours, Jacearys." Soon, your moans rose again, your body convulsing slightly as it tightened around his fingers.

"Look at what you've done to me, how hard it is." He slowly took off his pants, showcasing his erect state. He stroked it once or twice and then slowly entered.

"Oh, fuck." he moaned. "It's so tight." He stayed inside for a while and then gradually moved his body so that you wouldn't feel pain.

“Such a sweet cunt” He kept accelerating his hip rhythm, the impact sounded all over the room, wondering how someone was guarding the door of the room today, he knew what you and our prince was doing.

The time that passes each minute is precious to you now. You feel that you are very sensitive even if it is just a little touch. But you can't deny how much you like it every time you feel him in your own body.

“I'm very close.”

“At the same time”

White drops also dripped out of him. He pushed himself deeper into you. The moans of the couple said very well. He cum inside of you, your irregular breathing and he touched each other's skin.

He leaned down to kiss you again, sweeter than ever before. His hair fell down around you, creating an incredibly seductive scene. One of your hands gently caressed his cheek. You needed nothing more when he was by your side.

“I am yours, and you are mine, Whatever may come.” He whispered

“I am yours, and you are mine, Whatever may come.”

[mouwrites]

Hiiiii! <3 been scrolling through your Ninjago masterlist and I saw there was no HC/drabble/fanfic about a reader who has a culture (or I'm just blind and didn't see it T~T ) anywho, it made me think....I hadn't seen any head cannon of reader x ninja (+ pixal my baby✨) who the reader had a Portuguese culture (and I'm just deprived to see no Portuguese babies in there).

Just the basic stuff like speaking the language, or the food? The habit? I don't know how to explain but it's not something really in research or deep, just the basic stuff.

Here some ideas to help ya if you got no idea ! <3 :

-men usually shake hands with men as a greeting

-we usually smile to anyone and anything in politeness

-We do small talks with anyone, also a sign of politeness

- family events are a somewhat must

-we like to dress nicely (sometimes fancy) to meet family

-PDA is appreciated and somewhat encouraged in public

Etc...

Also, if you feel like you can't write it because it's too complicated, ten thank you for reading! ✨

Of course!!! I really hope this turned out okay ^^ I’ll admit that I didn’t really know too much about this culture beforehand, so please let me know if I’ve gotten anything wrong!! It was fun to do research though, super interesting stuff!!

Ninjago - Ninjas With a Portuguese s/o

Cole

He LOVES hanging out with your family

Ever since he reconciled with his dad, he’s realized just how important family is

So of course he admires your family’s closeness!

Whenever you invite him along to a family function, he’s already putting on his shoes and a nice button-up shirt

He makes sure that you approve of his clothes before you leave

He has an okay sense of fashion, but he just wants to make sure his outfit isn’t inappropriate for the occasion or anything

He’s always super careful to make sure he doesn’t offend your family

Sometimes it’s kind of cute to watch him balk or scramble to correct himself

Even your family finds it amusing

Of course, he’s never actually said something offensive, but he’s still super cautious

He also just tries to have fun and get along with your family!

They adore him ofc, he’s the perfect balance between respectful and friendly

As time goes on, they start to ask where Cole is when you show up to family gatherings alone

You have to explain that sometimes he just can’t make it, especially because of his ninja responsibilities

That’s another reason they love him btw; he has the coolest stories

And he’s a great listener to their stories in return! :)

Jay

He is ALL OVER the PDA thing

He’s a very physically affectionate person, whether he likes to admit it or not

Actually, it was you and your family that helped him realize this

Of course he likes being affectionate with you, but he learns to be affectionate with others too

It started when one of your friends/family members gave him a hug

He was really stiff and awkward at first, but after it was over he realized how warm and fuzzy he felt

From then on he was hooked

He immediately transformed into this super affectionate person

Not just with your family/friends, either; he starts being super affectionate to his family/friends too

The other ninjas tease him about it at first, but he doesn’t care

He’ll hold hands, hug, sit shoulder-to-shoulder, anything that involves touch

He just LOVES being able to show his affection like that!! So much easier than words

(I headcanon that he’s not very good with words when it comes to showing love)

And he loves having the favor returned! (By you or your family/friends)

Makes him feel accepted :)

Congrats, you’ve found a way to finally validate our anxious boy

Honestly he might get a bit carried away with it, so beware

Zane

Zane’s more of an explicit learner than an implicit one when it comes to social culture

(Meaning he can’t really pick up on cues; you’ll have to verbalize things)

So you’ll have to explain your culture to him

But he really loves hearing you talk about it!!

His eyes literally sparkle while you speak

For one, because no one’s ever done him the favor of actually explaining social culture

But also because he can see how important it is to you, and he thinks you’re positively lovely when you’re impassioned

He’ll remember every word, and do his best to practice what you preach

Sometimes it comes off as mechanical or forced (it kind of is), but he gets the hang of it the more he practices

And he’s eager to get practice, which means…

More family time!!

Though it does make him nervous, he likes being around your family so he can practice your teachings and learn more

Your family probably thinks he’s a little odd, but he’s got the right spirit

Being accepted by them would be so validating for him… like all his hard work paid off

AND he’d be close to the people who are important to you!! Double win

Lloyd

He’s another one who really likes being physically affectionate

He’s a huge cuddle bug; this we know

So when he learns that he can hug your friends/family too, not just you, he takes the opportunity

(He still loves you the most, of course, he just likes showing others some love)

It’s mainly the hugs that he likes

Hand holding is a bit uncomfortable when it’s not you, but he won’t reject a hand he’s offered

Cheek kisses are great though :]

He always gets this dorky shy smile whenever someone (especially you) kisses him on the cheek, even if it’s just a greeting/goodbye

It takes everything in him not to giggle like a schoolgirl when he gives one back (for the first little while, anyway)

At first he was a bit awkward giving kisses back, but he warms up to the practice pretty quickly

He used to be just a cuddle bug in private, but by the time you’re done with him he casually practices PDA like it’s nothing

Kai

I’m going to be so honest with you rn. He is going to struggle with the politeness thing

As much as he tries to be cordial and put things gently, if he’s mad that’s all going out the window

If, for whatever reason, you or your friend/family member sets him off, he’s not going to waste his energy on being nice

Cold stares and crossed arms are the least of it; consider yourself lucky if that’s what he does

At the worst…. Be ready to hold this man back

This is pretty rare though, he does try really hard to stay positive

On the topic of trying hard, though, he’s really worried about your family liking him

He knows how important they are to you and he wants to be liked by them

So he’ll always try his hardest to control his temper and follow their polite customs

Unfortunately you will have to be the outfit police when it comes to family gatherings, though

His idea of “nice clothes” is very different from the actual definition

Like, you’re expecting a nice button up and slacks, then he comes out in a tank top and varsity jacket and jeans ripped like he got into a motorcycle crash

He is devastated to learn that, no Kai, those are not appropriate clothes

He’ll still change though, dw

And he’ll be happy about it if/when one of your family members compliments his outfit :)

Nya

Ohhh man….. she LOVES learning about your culture

She wants to know all the details

And she’ll go beyond what you tell her; she’ll do her own research

She’s super eager to test out what she’s learned

She impresses your family first try

Especially because she’s so eager to listen to them

She grows really close with your family, and she secretly starts to consider them an extension of hers

Totally not because she was raised with little to no actual family

She will cry if they start to think the same of her

It might be a little weird for you, with her being so enthusiastic to partake in your customs, but she’ll cut back if you let her know it’s weird

She’s just so excited to learn, especially about something that involves you :(

And she’ll be happy to teach you about her culture in return!

(I headcanon that she’s Chinese :) so if you’re interested she’s glad to share)

Overall she’s just super enthusiastic and supportive regarding your culture!!

She will fight anyone who isn’t

Thank you for this request!! And thanks so much for reading, take care doves <33

(divider by saradika)

[nottawriter]

Fanfic Writer Questions!

Thanks for the tag, @fazedlight and @thatonebirdwrites

1- How many works do you have on AO3?

I have 16

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

356,960

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Supergirl – Arrowverse/ DC Comics: Primarily Supercorp, secondarily Dansen, Brainia, and J’M’zz, and I have one AgentReign with secondary Supercorp.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

PRIDE and Prejudice – Super gay retelling of Jane Austen’s classic. Every kudos equals $1.00US to a LGBTQIA2S charity I make at the conclusion of Pride month (June) each year (teen)

Tell Me It’s Not Too Late – Post-S4, Lillian believes Supergirl is responsible for Lex’s death. Lena rushes to J’onn’s for game night, to confront Kara on her identity, only to find she’s nowhere to be found (teen)

I Believe in a Thing Called Love – Full alternate Season 6 rewrite (teen)

Wouldn’t It Be Nice – 50 First Dates movie AU (teen)

How Lost We Are – Lena is placed by her Witness Protection team (Maggie, Kelly, and Lucy) in Midvale as a flower shop owner where she meets teacher Kara and coffee/bookshop owner Jess, among others (mature)

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I do usually respond, though not always right away. I enjoy chatting about my fics, so don’t hesitate to ask questions, but I don’t give out spoilers though.  

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

When She’s Gone, the Darkness Comes – Oof. It was so sad I had to write a second chapter. I much prefer happy endings (teen)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

All of them have a happy ending of some kind, or they will once they’re completed. Though there are some with happy endings like Speak Now and Tis the Damn Season. Smut. I’m talking about smut (explicit)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yeah, though I’ve been mostly lucky. I don’t know why people leave hate on any fics really. If you don’t like something, close the tab.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes. It started as a small scene here or there when it was a natural progression of the fic, but now I occasionally right full smut fics and pwp like those found here (explicit)

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Kind of, but the characters are all from within the Arrowverse/ DC Comics universes somewhere.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. I don't understand why someone would do this. Please respect writers.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes. I Believe in a Thing Called Love is also in Spanish Creo en una cosa llamada amor (teen)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’m currently working on one with @thatonebirdwrites, though it's not published. It’s a Supercorp fic where Kara is a building inspector and when she goes to inspect Lena’s home, she meets Lena’s daughter to tells her the floor is lava, so naturally Kara has to ensure that issue gets resolved.  

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Supercorp. But I do love most wlw ships

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I intent to finish all of my active WIPs. I have some WIP ideas that may or may not ever get going, but once I start a fic, I intend to finish it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea… I guess easter egg type stuff or like blending canon into storylines. If your a reader and there's something you think is a strength I have, let me know.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Actually writing. Words be hard. And it's hard to find the time.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I do it sometimes, probably not well. I like to include the translation in the fic (unless the characters themselves aren’t supposed to understand until later). But I'm sure the translations aren't fully right as I only use google translate and the Kryptonian dictionary.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Supercorp. I started writing fiction in Dec 2020. Before that it was all scientific research papers for uni.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

I suppose What Has Been Lost (Mature). It was what started this crazy adventure, has been the most challenging piece, and my longest (still ongoing). It truly blends lore and characters from across the Arrowverse and DC Comics into a human world and original storyline.

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[pascaloverx]

DANGEROUS

CHAPTER FOUR (+18)

Summary: You are a retired spy trying to live a normal life. Some time ago, a hired assassin named Tangerine tried to kill you. In response, you sought the help of an old acquaintance who could fake any death, August Walker. However, now your false identity is in jeopardy, along with your life.

Warnings: This chapter will have inappropriate language, explicit content. Readers are warned. The characters August Walker and Tangerine do not belong to me but to their respective creators. Some other characters that belong to both Mission: Impossible (2018) and Bullet Train (2022) may appear in this fanfic. Other characters who are not part of these movies will be of my own creation. I hope you enjoy the reading. Chapter with scenes intended for adults, if you are not an adult, do not read.

chapter three chapter five

August looks uncomfortable. Ever since he agreed to work alongside Tangerine. You know the fact that you had a brief romance with Tangerine doesn't help. As you prepare the bed so that August Walker can sleep, you feel him watching you. Tangerine was too tired to do anything so he just passed out on your bed.

"So after years of partnership, you ditched me for a cheap, less pretty version?" August says while watching you. You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.You tense up, knowing you don't have much to say.

"I would like to remind you that after our partnership ended, you disappeared from my life. It was as if it didn't matter how many nights we spent together. You can't demand loyalty when you abandon someone." You say arranging the blanket on the bed. August is still standing with his arms crossed in the guest room door.

"I didn't abandon you. We made a deal, Y/N. Feelings were out of the question. And then you put my life ahead of the mission. Damn it, what did you think would happen?" Walker speaks with his authoritative tone, asserting his belief that he's right. But how could putting him above the mission be such a bad thing?

"I should have let you die, Walker. I should have let Ethan kill you on that damn mission, you ungrateful bastard." You say, staring at Walker, growing increasingly irritated. Walker approaches, getting inches away from you. His eyes devouring you as if he's thirsty for something.

"How desperate did you have to be to go from fucking me to fucking Tangerine?" August speaks in a mocking tone. You however laughed blatantly trying to make you feel inferior.

"Honey, you must have a really bruised ego. Tangerine and you are almost the same. And if you're wondering if in every way, yes is the answer." You say looking down, leaving no doubt you are talking about sizes. August seems more excited than angry at this moment, which confuses you a little. You expect a bad reaction, but it doesn't come. On the contrary, he grabs you by the waist and kisses you. At first, his lips touch yours softly. Afterwards it's as if you're missing each other's taste. Slowly exploring each other's mouth.

"You should never have come back into my life, you know that right?" August Walker speaks with his mouth almost glued to yours yet.

"Shut up." You respond, holding the hem of his shirt with both hands and then taking it off his body. He, in turn, lifts you a little off the floor, guiding you to the bed. It was almost as if his body had no weight at all. His hand quickly cupping your ass.

"You're still as hot as I remember." Walker whispers in your ear. You then kiss his neck, as if to say you liked the compliment. In the next second, August Walker is taking off the dress you're wearing and throwing it in some corner of the room. His fingers roam your face, and when his fingers pass your lip, you lick them lightly. Walker's reaction was to hold her face firmly but without hurting her and then devour her mouth with a kiss.

"I want you now." That's all you can say before you completely lose your lucidity as you watch Walker take off the rest of his clothes. You're obviously excited about the fact that you're going touch him again. Your hand passes lightly under Walker's cock, making him moan softly as you kiss his body.

"Lay down." He says dominant as he removes your bra. His fingers press against his breasts, causing a pleasant sensation of pain and pleasure. You let out a grunt when Walker's lips touch yours. He continues pressing the tops of your breasts with his hands while he is on top of you. Already your hands are busy holding his hair tightly. You then remember to grab a condom from the bedside. He watches you and seconds later he already puts the condom that was previously in your hand on his penis. He puts two fingers in your mouth and you suck on them, while looking directly at him. It's been so long since you two have been this close that you feel like you're going to explode. His fingers that were previously in your mouth are now in your pussy, almost causing a pleasant friction. His fingers enter you without delay, and you let out a few noises as you feel the pleasure of having at least a part of him in you. His fingers press into your pussy which is wet enough that he has no problem moving in and out of you.

"You...fuck me. Please." You sputter as you feel your body start to shake a little more. Walker smiles, kissing you next.

"Good girl." He says, taking his fingers out of you and pushing his cock into you. The feeling of having him like this was almost driving you crazy. You increased the pace of his thrusts and into you, as you held his ass to feel him more. His hands held Walker's ass so tightly that you could feel it would leave a mark later. But he didn't seem to care. He just thrust deeper and deeper inside you, as he kissed every detail of you, including your lips and mostly your neck. His kisses got deeper and deeper, as if he really needed you.

"Fuck. I'm going to go crazy with you." Walker says as you become a mixture of sex, moans and sweat. You can only smile, while mumbling disjointed words. You're reconnecting so easily that you don't even notice when you cum. But when he cums right away you smile. A smile of satisfaction.

"I can't lie. You're still one of the few fuckers who know how to fuck well." You speak while Walker is still beneath you. He then kisses you, getting off of you and throwing the condom in the trash. You weakly rest your head on Walker's chest as soon as he returns to bed. And at least at this moment, you allow yourself to sleep with a man who you don't even know if you can fully trust.

[fanficmaverickpodcast]

Open Call To Fanfiction Writers

Hey ya’ll! The 2023 season of The FanFic Maverick Podcast is coming up and we currently have plenty of episode spots to fill! If you are interested in coming on the podcast to talk about your fics and fandoms, please reach out to ChaosBlue at fanficmaverick@gmail.com. Extra points if you want to talk about fandoms or characters we haven’t already covered in prior seasons! (I’m happy to chat about fandoms we’ve already covered, so that’s okay too!)

FAQs:

Is it true you only interview BNFs on the show?

No. Absolutely not true. This podcast exists to give fanfiction writers a voice, and it does not matter how big or small your following is. YOU matter, and your stories matter. All fic writers are welcome to come on and help me spread the love. 

The fics I write are pretty dark and explicit. Is that okay?

Excellent. Delicious. I cover all kinds of fics on the show, from fluffy gen to explicit dark stuff, and everything in between. This show is open minded and firmly anti-censorship. 

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[bloggingboutburgers]

Do you have any advice for someone traveling to Europe from the US for the first time?

Hi!! I'm so so sorry for replying so late TwT This week's been messy!! I hope I'm not too late TwT

Seeing as I'm the European one in my long-distance relationship with my queerplatonic partner, and THEY've had to come to Europe from the US for the first time to visit me, I took the liberty of asking THEM for some advice, which I feel would be more accurate^^ They've given a lot of input, so everything's under the cut! (Many thanks to them <3)

Okay I'm just going to be transparent here. If you're traveling to Europe by yourself, then be mindful of any testing or documentation needed for that travel. ( Good starting point is here [https://travel.state.gov/content/travel/en/international-travel/before-you-go/travelers-with-special-considerations/schengen.html]) It's always good to make sure you have them at the ready since the international airport of where you live, will most likely check that when confirming your check in. Currently from my understanding, people from the United States will need the European Travel Information and Authorization System (ETIAS) in order to come in to the EU. ( website over here [https://travel-europe.europa.eu/etias_en]) That starts January of 2024. However, once you have it, it's good for three years. They're not accepting applicants at the moment but it's important to have that at the ready if you are planning to visit in the next following year and onwards. Aight, so that's the whole technical aspect of it. Here's like genuinely wish someone told me when I traveled by myself to Europe.

[16:37]Bruh, I underestimated how long the flights are. Absolutely get a airline that provides food regularly because you'll definitely be needing it or bring some food with you. The hunger factor gets to you! Also water, please do get that! During those flights, I've had window seats and they've been serving me well! Like honestly if the section is going for the restroom, you follow the herd, just to make it easier. Also, gauge if ya can chat with your seat neighbors! They've been pretty cool from my experience! (My first ever flight to Europe, there was a couple with a service dog with them! They kindly allowed me to pet the dear but sadly had to move to a better seating for them. Which I respected! Though as a result I had a whole lane for myself! Boi the leg space was a god send! Gosh! Yeah! The leg space in economy is cramped! In all transparency, I'm petite! I fit fine but for my fellow average and up companions...yeah it's a bit uncomfortable. Just be sure to do stretches before and after the flight!) Let's see...I've brought my own head phones which was solid for the movies provided at the flight and if you want some music while you read! I finished vol 1-3 of "The Adventure Zone: Balance" when I first visited with some nice tunes! Then I read some long fanfics from AO3, which were super solid. Nonetheless, whichever is most comfiest for you to spend hours doing for entertainment with slight constant movement is more power to you! It's okay to give yourself options too! Hmmm...once you land, at least where I landed, there was small letterings in English that assist in directing your way through the airport. Though more often than not, there's veterans that just know their way and usually the crowd is heading the same way. So know where your going but usually if you follow the herd of peeps heading to customs, ya know ya have arrived. Gosh, okay, I'll stop right there! Thank you for reading my Ted talk!

That's for my partner's advice! And as for a bit of mine:

Definitely don't forget about the ETIAS document if that'll apply to you. It's a fairly quick process but it's crucial.

Don't expect a great level of English proficiency everywhere in Europe. It can vary from country to country. Typically countries that speak latin languages (like France, Italy or Spain) tend to be less fluent in English and you'll have more trouble Englishing your way there. Of course, that's all evolving with time, but yeah.

...Overall honestly that's the European in me talking but don't expect too much from Europe Europe is kinda mid /j /hj

[fir3-and-bl00d]

fanfic writer questions

(answered 01/21/24)

How many works do you have on AO3?

My page says 16, but 2 of those got combined into 1 fic, so it's really 14.

What's your total AO3 word count?

1,382,274

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

In order from most to least it's: The Night We Met, A Marriage of Convenience, A Little Help From Your Family, Dragons Across The Sea, & A Song For Dragons

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try my best to because I think it's important to interact with my readers and to explain the writing choices I make. I've gotten really bad at responding lately, but I promise I read every single comment. Getting a really detailed comment saying why/what you liked about a certain chapter always makes my day ❤️

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

None because I only write happy endings for jonerys and also all of my long-term fics are still ongoing!

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending?

I mean The Chamber of the Painted Table had a happy ending in that jonerys ends up engaged lol. But like I said above, all my fics will have happy endings for Jon & Dany and all their targlings.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what's the craziest one you've ever written?

I don't write crossovers! Only GoT/HoTD/TWOIAF for me!

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Unfortunately, yes on both Dragons Across The Sea and A Little Help From Your Family. Most of the time it's people bashing a specific character (usually Jon or Dany).

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

When I first started writing fanfic, no. But now ... definitely lol. Is it even one of my fics if we don't have some dominant Jon, the Targaryen breeding kink, and an aunt/nephew kink?

As for the kind, M/F with a focus on dirty talk since I think that's hot. I'm not the biggest fan of reading smut that's just big long blocks of description with no dialogue, so I try to avoid that.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so. I'm open to it as long as I'm credited as the author!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

NO but that should change (hopefully) sometime later this year! Robbaery & Jonerys nation keep an eye out ... 👀

What's your all time favorite ship?

JON SNOW/DAENERYS TARGARYEN and they have no other competition in my mind.

What's a WIP you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Hmm, that's a good one. I think Dragons Across The Sea simply because of where the story is right now. (jon and dany are still very far away in Essos - Yunkai to be exact - and with everything I have planned for that story, it's going to take a longggggg time to write all of it)

What are your writing strengths?

I personally think dialogue and inner monologue come easily to me, specifically with Jon and Dany. It's also very easy for me to write romantic scenes for my ships, I love writing my babies being in love!

What are you writing weaknesses?

Definitely describing clothing and locations. Also battle scenes make me want to throw my laptop out a window. I have such respect for the authors out there that can really write a good battle sequence without losing the audience's interest. Same with people who can describe clothing so well that I can picture it in my mind.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Well if y'all have read my stuff, you know the only other language I use is Valyrian. I think it's natural for characters like Dany, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Maester Aemon, Aemon the Dragonknight, Naerys, etc to speak it since they grew up learning it. I especially adore taking terms of endearment in English and translating them into Valyrian. Examples include ñuha jorrāelagon (my love) and ñuha prūmia (my heart).

You'll usually see me writing Jon picking up on Valyrian since Dany uses it with him. I just think it's super adorable for jonerys to call each other pet names in both the Common Tongue and Valyrian (the language of their ancestors). And of course, there's times where I write them speaking it in nsfw situations hehe.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Game of Thrones/ASOIAF and it's the only fandom I've written for so far.

What's your favorite fic you've written?

I'll say my favorite fic I've written/currently writing is The Night We Met. The progression of jonerys' relationship in that fic is everything to me, and I got super emotional when I wrote their wedding on Dragonstone. There's so many moments in that fic where I show how devoted they are to each other <3

here's my AO3!

[inklessletter]

Hi there! It's Vane (or Bane) speaking, thank you for coming by. I'm in my thirties, I'm from Spain (English is not my native language, so if you see something odd, you know the reason now), I've got the laziest dog in the world and I'm currently hyperfixating on Stranger Things, especifically on steddie, so most of my posts will be about that, even though the original intention was it to be more generic. Joke's on me. I should just cut the crap and just use an ST icon, I'm not fooling anyone, I'm in love now.

I've been drawing since I was a little girl, but I've had some sort of traumatic experiences showing my stuff online lately, and I'm trying to make peace with that, so I made this blog with the intention to actually be bolder and share the few things I do. I expected it to be more drawings than fics, but I guess I keep surprising myself, so, yeah, I'll embrace the change. I've realized that writing fics is healing my soul in ways I've not expecting, so, you know, I'm kind of my own target audience, but if you like what I do, feel free to comment or share my posts, or to engage in a converstion about common interests, my asks are always open. I'm always happy to meet new people and I'm glad to interact with anyone.

Above all, this blog is a hate free space. We are all here to have fun and respect each other, so, if by any chance there's someone who doesn't like what is posted here, I politely invite them to just leave. Keep the hate away, please and thank you.

Also, I must say that I'm not aiming to post +18 stuff, but I am also not aiming to stop reblogging things for adult if I feel like it, so, you must be warned about this. This means, that at some point I could post NSFW, always specifically writing down a warning, even in the masterlist. By the way, I must ask minors to not interact if in such posts or else you will be immediately blocked. This goes for blank accounts and accounts that might be suspiscious to me, too.

I feel the need to please ask people to NOT post my pictures as their own (reblogging the post is always welcome, but reposting is NOT), and if you want to use any of my drawings, please ask for permission first to know how to use it correctly. Respect the artist, please.

That being said, I'm going to proceed to make a MASTERLIST of my posts (I'm fascinated with all the talent in this site, I keep reblogging amazing things and then I'm having trouble finding my own stuff). Most of my works are on AO3 so, please, read the tags there if you want!

Fanfics

Faith, should I take a leap? [oneshot - steddie]

Back when I was living (for the hope of it all) [oneshot - steddie]

I think I've seen this film before (and I didn't like the ending) [oneshot - light ronance]

Is it chill that you're in my head ('cause I know that is delicate) [oneshot - steddie]

Laughing on a park bench thinking to myself (hey, isn't this easy?) [oneshot - steddie]

It's a love story (baby, just say yes) [chapter 4/6 - steddie] ONGOING

You drew stars (around my scars) [oneshot - mike w. & steve h.] Bonus scene!

All I can say is it was enchanting (to meet you) [oneshot - steddie]

Fanarts

Steve Harrington B&W [digital art - FINAL]

Steve Harrington B&W [digital art - WIP]

Eddie Munson B&W [digital art - WIP]

Robin Buckley [digital art - WIP]

Steve Harrington Scoops Ahoy! [digital art - FINAL]

Steve Harrington Scoops Ahoy! [digital art - WIP + LINEART]

You're dangerous, Harrington [lineart color final]

It was very metal, what you did. That's all I'm saying [digital art]

Are you real? [sneak peak lineart grayscale final]

I'm not sure if you're mine, or if I'm yours [sneak peak lineart grayscale final]

Harder, Munson [sneak peak lineart final]

Is this shit recording yet? [digital art - FINAL]

I will keep updating this list. Thank you very much, and I hope you have a great day!

(By the way, if you haven't guessed yet, yes, I'm a swiftie, too).

Love,

Vane

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Code Blue - Ch. 1 "Breathe"

Chapter Summary: An introduction to the character of Dr. Lee Pace and his struggles as a physician in which he's thrown into the path of an oncoming love that he was not looking for.

Notes- This is my new fanfic of Lee Pace himself that I have created consisting of different aspects from his real life and from the multitude of movies he is in. Also, I use a mixture of first, second and third person narratives to fit with the scenes. Enjoy!

Warnings-*Angst, death, language, grief, loss* Not for readers under 18.

Disclosure- All medical information in this chapter is purely of google research only and from personal experiences and some may be incorrect. I am NOT a physician. It is NOT meant to aid any readers with medical decisions or treatments. Please remember...it's fiction! lol. Thank you. Enjoy!

Stories Masterlist

Salem General Hospital, Massachusetts

February 1, 2023

"Dr. Pace, the patient in 102 is requesting your presence....again. I believe this is the 5th time now she has pushed the call button in the last hour. She swears that only you can heal her and refuses to let any of us tend to her. How are we supposed to do our jobs?"

It was quite apparent that blonde and beautiful nurse Amy was frustrated with her many attempts to accommodate the 18 year old recovering from brain surgery. The girl had been a resident of Salem General Hospital for only a week and had developed quite the apparent crush on the 6'5 long dark haired neurosurgeon.

"Thank you Amy. I understand your concerns. I will check on her shortly after I finish the last of my rounds for the day and speak to her about the situation."

It was no surprise to any of the staff though as this was a common situation when it came to this particular provider...and they all could see why.

Dr. Lee Grinner Pace was quite the looker. Tall, extremely fit and ridiculously good looking with blueberry eyes and dark caterpillar eyebrows, topped off with a heart melting pearly white smile. Dr. Perfect was a secret nickname among the female staff, and even some of the males, stemming from either a crush or just plain jealousy.

Sometimes he had the perfect five o'clock shadow, some days a full strategically groomed beard and stash, then somedays he was completely baby faced. His shoulder length strands consisted of brown waves laced with hints of grey and two perfect coils, one that hung on each side of his elongated neck just behind his ears. Then a time would come where he'd chop it off and start all over again.

From the left lobe of those ears hung a tiny earring hoop, a Saint Christopher metal hung from a chain draped around his neck and rested over his heart and a thin shimmering bracelet circled his left wrist, all three made of gold that corresponded with the beating organ in his chest.

The aroma of his Drakkar cologne was always prominent in the hospital halls whenever he was present and his deep alluring voice could never be mistaken for another.

He wasn't like regular doctors with his attire either. Sure, he wore the typical long white coat and scrubs from time to time, but mostly it was his casual unique wardrobe that made him stand out. The man had a style like no other and completely owned the color pink.

The patients and staff all adored the shockingly single 43 year old physician of 10 years and vice versa. His compassion for others was a genuine gift he possessed. Some called it a superpower because it was real, a natural born healer. He didn't choose his profession for the money like some do. Indeed, he had it and lots of it but he didn't flaunt it with fancy cars and a 10 bed and bath mansion...He lived on a simple 46 acre farm in the country with his dog, cat and a rooster and drove an old green truck or his classic muscle car. Lee was a giver, which is where a lot of his income went.

He respected the earth and loved nature. Any chance he had, he was out hiking through the woodlands of his never ending property with his black lab Gus faithfully at his side.

The good doctor was obviously highly intelligent as one would need to be to cut people's brains open but it wasn't solely medical knowledge that filled his beautiful mind. Lee was an avid reader. Some Edgar Allan Poe and a glass of sweet red wine made for a cozy evening for him in front of the fireplace paired with an optional cigar if he was in the mood. It was even better when a thunderstorm rolled in to set the spooky vibe. After all, he chose to live just outside of Salem, Massachusetts. Halloween was his favorite time of year and what better place to live by where it's the witch season all year long. Sci-fi and fantasy were also included on his top list of favorites.

Lee was also a lover of theater arts and art itself. He was a collector of paintings and also a potter that he did as a hobby. He had his own studio inside of a boat house on the waterfront where his vacation home was at in Salem.

Lee had finished checking in with his last patient and was on his way to visit with the persistent teenager when he was stopped by the Chief of Staff, Dr. Westbourne.

"Dr. Pace. We have an emergency situation regarding an explosion on the docks with multiple injuries that will be arriving shortly. Being short staffed, would you be willing to.."

She did not even have to finish before Lee interrupted her.

"Absolutely! I will assist in every way possible."

Lee was such an asset to the hospital as he had first started out as an ER doctor and then he wanted to specialize as a pediatrician but tragic events in his life changed his course in medicine.

He quickly followed the COS to the first floor where 2 ambulances had just arrived bringing in 4 injured victims, one critical.

Hours went by as Lee and multiple doctors and nurses aided in each individual's treatment as three were non life threatening. One though was fatal. A man roughly the same age as Lee.

Lee had done everything he could to revive the stranger just as the EMT's had on the journey there but the man had succumbed to his injuries. Lee reluctantly called the time of death at 3:03 am.

As common as this was for Lee in all his years of experience, the loss of a patient never got easier. How could it? He would beat himself up with things he maybe should have done or should not have done. It was the worst part of being in the medical field...well, not solely the worst. That area lied in having to inform the family of their loss. Loss...Something Lee was all too familiar with on a personal level.

Lee leaned on the nurses station staring at the paperwork before him with tears forming in his blue eyes. Flashbacks haunted him of a past fatality he suffered. The man he just tried to save had head trauma and he could not force the image out of his mind. After all these years, he felt he should be used to it in some way by now, especially in his current field of the bloody brains he dealt with, but moments like these brought it all back. Ptsd was still a struggle for him and sometimes, actually many times, he wondered why he kept himself in the most triggering area of it.

He heard crying and gasping. As he lifted his sorrowful head, he saw Dr. Westbourne sitting with her arm around a girl in a pea colored jacket with long golden hair that covered her face as her head hung low. Lee could tell it was a family member or close friend of the man who had passed by the way the woman was sobbing. His pen dropped from his fingers as he watched the faceless woman's world fall apart. His gut turned in knots and he swiftly headed for the men's restroom to be sick.

Upon returning to the nurses station to try to complete his paperwork, Lee noticed the blonde lady standing alone against the wall facing away from him. Her upper sleeve was torn open and bore a bandage. She must have been one of the injured in the blast that another doctor had treated. He went about filling his papers out when he heard gasping. As he glanced up, the woman had fallen to her hands and knees hyperventilating. Lee raced over to her and grasped her shoulders.

"Hey there. Miss...are you alright??" he frantically asked as her head hung to the ground covered by her long strands of sunshine.

Her gasps became more prominent from her tiny body's cowered state as she held her chest and then she fell limp onto the floor. It was apparent to Lee that she had an anxiety attack or even a possible heart attack. He immediately scooped the unconscious woman up into his arms shouting out for assistance.

A random nurse aid whipped open an ER unit curtain.

"Dr. Pace, in here!"

Lee rushed the girl in and laid her gently onto the bed.

"Find Dr. Westbourne, she was with this girl earlier. Find out who treated her."

The aid hesitated in panic.

"NOW!" Lee snapped.

The nurse aid squeaked and took off as Lee quickly took the unknown woman's vitals. He sighed in relief when he felt a strong pulse and her bp was slightly high but not threatening.

"I do not know if you can hear me, but I am Dr. Pace and I am going to help you. Just breathe for me ok? Breathe...."

The girl's head laid to the side facing away from Lee with her platinum hair covering most of her face. A soft whimper escaped her lips as if she had heard him but she did not move. He was just about to check her eyes with his penlight when Dr. Westbourne came in and ran to the girl's side.

"What happened? Josie...can you hear me? It's Britt!"

Lee was taken aback as Dr. Westbourne seemed to know the girl she comforted earlier. He now had a name to the faceless woman.

"She appeared to have a panic attack and passed out. Do you know her?" Lee asked.

"Yes. She's my best friend. The man who died is her brother...she has severe anxiety...where is Amy!!!? You know what, never mind. Lee...I need the EKG and Ativan and fluids. I'll start an IV and draw blood."

Lee raced off to gather the needed items in worry that the poor girl was having a heart attack that anxiety can mimic and even trigger.

As he returned with the electrocardiogram and meds, Amy was finally there.

"Thank you Lee. We have this under control. You are relieved. You have been here over 12 hours. Go home." Dr. Westbourne ordered.

Lee hesitantly stared at the girl named Josie and then slowly turned and left. He knew she was in good hands with the highly experienced and accredited doctor and it was a plus that she was her best friend in which she seemed to know what Josie needed right away...but why he was so reluctant to go baffled him. It was something he had never experienced before. He had to wonder if it was guilt now that he knew the man he could not save was her brother.

Lee pulled into his driveway, turned the car off and sat in silence as the twilight hours were ending. Staring at his steering wheel, he suddenly broke down in heavy sobs. He wondered if he would ever see this girl again and if she would blame him. It was a heavy burden of his profession, the heat he would get from things like this even if he were not to blame, for grief of loss sometimes misguided the ones in mourning. They needed...wanted someone to be held responsible. He understood this all too well as he thought of his late son Jacob.

Dusk was settling in as Lee awoke to prepare for another 12 hour shift. He immediately thought of the girl named Josie, wondering if she was alright as he climbed out of his warm bed. Thoughts of her had actually raced through his mind all day as he had only slept a few hours tops. Caffeine was his next immediate thought so he could survive the next shift.

He took a hurried shower although he had plenty of time since he had already been awake. Why he rushed was beyond him, yet another thought of the blonde one crossed his mind. He admitted to himself that he wanted to know if she was alright. It was now apparent to him that she was indeed the reason he tossed and turned.

He dried off, dressed and trekked down to the kitchen, popping open a can of red bull while gazing at the bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter. It's all he truly craved in the moment for he too suffered in silence from anxiety. Forcing the urge away, he slipped his shoes and coat on and headed back to his second home, the hospital.

"Good evening Dr. Pace." Nurse Amy's high pitched voice screeched through his ears.

"Hello Amy. How is everything looking for this shift?"

"Oh....you...you didn't hear?" she stuttered as his demeanor showed that he was oblivious. Her eyes wreaked of bad news.

"N..No? Amy...what has happened?"

"The...the girl...that had the tumor removed....there were...complications...she...she passed away just a few hours ago."

Lee's vision blurred as he stumbled a step backwards.

"Whh...what?"

"Yes...I...I'm sorry...I..."

Rage flooded his senses along with debilitating guilt for not going to see her the previous day.

"Why! Why was I not informed! What the fuck happened? She was doing well in her recovery!"

He felt his own panic crawling up into this throat, squeezing his airway shut. Choking and coughing, he stumbled off to her room to find it empty and the bed already stripped clean and remade.

"Jesus." he gasped and fell into the chair with his hand over his mouth.

After a few minutes of torturing himself with guilt of not going to see her when she had repeatedly asked for him...he got up and left in a zombified state.

As he scuffed through the empty halls, he caught a glimpse into an open room as he passed it. He ceased and stepped back with wide eyes and a slightly opened mouth. There in the bed was the blonde girl he lost sleep over.

He slowly crept in with a fixed stare on her, careful not to startle her from her slumber. Her head faced away from him. The anticipation of seeing this woman's face was driving him mad.

He softly cleared his throat to alert her of his presence.

She turned her face slowly to his with her groggy eyes barely open.

"Hey there. Welcome back. I am glad to see you are alright. Your name is Josie?"

"Uh huh." you mumbled up at the unrecognizable face but very familiar voice.

"It is very nice to meet you. I am Dr. Pace....I was the one who..."

"I remember you...your...voice. You...you told me to breathe..."

Lee let out a chuckle. "Yes...yes I did...and I am extremely happy that you listened to me. You gave us all quite a scare. How are you feeling? Are you in any pain or discomfort?"

"No...I...I am just so....tired."

"That is too be expected from the medications...and...the trauma you have endured. I...I am so sorry for your loss. Dr. Westbourne told me she knows you and that he is your brother."

"Jason....that is his name...or...was..." You began to cry and threw your hands over your face.

The doctor quickly sat down in the chair beside your bed. "Hey there. Would you like me to get Dr. Westbourne...or...some water...or...something...?"

Lee found himself at a loss for words which never happened to him. He went to get up and you grabbed his hand.

"No...please...please don't go. Don't leave me alone. I..I'm scared to be alone...I...I..."

"Hey, hey...alright. I will not leave. Please try to relax so you do not have another episode. You are safe here. I promise."

"Can...can you...just sit with me for awhile? I...I like your voice. It...it comforts me."

Your hand still clung to his and he did not try to take it away.

Lee was speechless again as he gazed at your sleepy eyes, still desiring to see you open them, curious to know their color. He had been told he had a nice voice many times but the way you said it was so different...so...meaningful. He worried though, if you would still like his voice when he told you he was the one who couldn't save your brother.

"Uh...yeah." was all he could manage to speak. He was literally stuck on stupid and no woman had ever disabled him in such a way.

As your eyes began to open and focus, you found yourself drowning in his sapphire eyes. Your eyes fully opened, taking in his beauty. You could tell he was older than you and you had a thing for older men, although you certainly were not looking for one. You were at a point in your life where relationships could stay the hell away from you. Stupidly, in your drug induced state, you said your thoughts out loud.

"My god you're....beautiful."

"Umm...excuse me?" His brows furrowed in disbelief of his ears as he certainly had never been told that before.

He then saw your eyes so clearly. His heart skipped a beat at the sunset hues peering into his as for all the thousands of various eyes he had ever viewed with his penlight, he had never witnessed any of such vibrant color.

Lee knew from this moment on he was in trouble. Relationship goals were not even a factor in his life but somehow....he saw the possibility when you looked at him. In that moment he understood why he was truly drawn to you and lost sleep over it. For a split second...he forgot to breathe......

@redeemer46

[sonovakei31]

Writing bilingual characters

I’ve noticed many mistakes in fanfics when it comes to bilingual characters. As a bilingual person, I appreciate the effort, but sometimes it makes me uncomfortable the inaccuracy of the characterization. So here’s some tips when writing a bilingual character.

-First, the level of english skills of someone will depend on their circumstances.

A bilingual person will accidentally mix languages when the person is new to the second language. If the character is an immigrant who recently moved to a country and is learning english (we’ll use it as example), their english skills will be sloppy, they’ll mix their native accent and words with english. They will often have trouble finding specific words and will struggle trying to explain the word they are looking for. This problem will go on for at least the first three years since they moved.

However, a bilingual person who’s been exposed to the second language for years will be more fluent and less prone to accidental slips to their native tongue. If the person as been living in the country for years, they will be more fluent in english, their accent will be less noticeable, and they wont slip into their native tongue as often as people think. Even the expressions will be in english. Immigrants adapt to their environment and take in elements from the country to try to fit in, so with time they will be more comfortable in the second language to the point of changing their vocabulary and ways to express themselves.

For example, when the character swears, if they are new in the country they will swear in their native tongue, but if they’ve been living in the country for years they will swear in english as they’ve adapted to the country’s language.

-Second, bilingual people adapt the way they speak depending with who they are talking to.

If they are talking with someone who doesn’t understand their native language, they will avoid using it in front of them. So no switching of language by accident. Bilingual people make sure it doesn’t happen.

The only exception would be when they are being spoken in two different languages at the same time. For example, when my mother is speaking french on the phone and I suddenly interrupt her in spanish, she will have trouble switching and will end up addressing the person in the wrong language. Other than that, the characters won’t switch by accident.

-Third, romance in biracial couples ( and i want all fanfic writers to take notes on this ).

There will be cultural exchanges between the couple as well as a lot of cultural misunderstanding, which is pretty fun to mess with but can also lead to disputes if one of the partners accidentally does or says something that in the other partner’s culture is considered an insult. So if you’re looking for some drama, cultural misunderstandings never get old.

The pet names (yall do love these one).

Babe, bae, baby, honey, sweety, are pretty common to hear, so people don’t have a problem using them publicly. But when it concerns biracial couples, pet names work differently. There will be plenty of pet names in the partner’s respective language, but most of the time they will be used in private. Saying babe is pretty common, but addressing your partner as something else in a different language attracts unwanted attention. Friends may have zero sense of boundaries and ask them to explain what they said, some will make fun of them and make unwanted commentaries, putting the couple in an embarrassing situation and make the partner feel self conscious about themselves. Immigrants have dealt with this kind of situation before. They won’t take the risk, specially in company of their partner.

Pet names in different languages will be said in private.

+ Now, here’s a bonus for my dear fanfic writers.

💕✨Romantic scenes✨💕

I’ve reed scenes where the characters are trying to be romantic and speak sweet nothings in their native tongue. Although it looks romantic, it’s kinda unrealistic. It will be more awkward than romantic. The person might slip in their native language for the pet names, but other than that they will remain with the common language they share. There’s no use in speaking in their native language if their partner won’t understand shit.

Anyways, there are other things that bilingual people do, but this is pretty much the basic for authors to take in consideration.

Hope this was helpful. Feel free to add more!

[cdmagic1408]

Quest Masters! (and fair warning this is going to be a long one lol)

as of right now at this date and time…

it has officially been ONE YEAR since I joined the ✨Onward✨ fandom! 🤯

I am just shocked beyond words at how fast the time has gone by…

seriously I feel like it was just yesterday I was sitting on my bed, reading over my first announcement post for If You Trust Me again and again on my laptop, making sure what was on it was exactly what I wanted to say, and then nervicitedly—nervous and excited—clicking on that post button at exactly 3:00pm (cause perfectionist autistic me thought it was best to share at an on-the-hour time lol) 😌💭

I have to say I feel like what I remember most about that day was my nervicitedness…I had worked so hard on IYTM and was so proud of it, but it was also my very first fanfic and really, the very first piece of writing I had ever shared with the whole entire world! I really wanted to advertise it the right way (you know…with facts, knowledge, tags, and language only Quest Masters could understand, lol)

I had been an Onward fan since day one, but I was coming out about it a year and a half late. So I really wasn’t sure if you guys would believe me if I said: “I love Onward, its lore, and Ian and Barley as much as you do!” ✨

I went into it thinking I had prove myself with all these silly “what ifs” floating around in my head….but as it turned out, I really had nothing to fear!

I didn’t have to come into this fandom with something big and important to show. And I didn’t even need to wait for a special day where I thought I could have everyone’s attention to share something. That day being Barley’s birthday, of course…today

Really, as long as I loved the movie and Ian and Barley, that was all I needed. But this isn’t to say I wish I could’ve joined the fandom sooner. Back then—back when it first came out—I wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure if Onward was going to stay with me for as long as it has. But writing IYTM, buying the merchandise, how much I relate to this movie more than any other Pixar movie to date, wanting more from this world—in time it became clear to me that this beautiful, inspiring, magical film was never going to leave my brain 😅

And in the end, I did have an absolutely epic novel to share with you all that I was just dying to let someone ANYONE who loved this film as much as I did read, and Holy Tooth of Zadar…read it you all did! Your excitement for its release, the release of every chapter, and anything else I had to share brought my nervicited energy down to just excited…and something I kept secret for 18 months was finally out! it really shouldn’t feel so surreal anymore but in some ways it still is lol

So today I am absolutely happy and blessed to still be here expressing my love for Onward after all this time and would like to thank everyone here for sticking by me and supporting me, my rambles, my detail scouts, my fanart-sharing series and everything else in between even after IYTM’s publication! 💜💙

I’ve met some really incredible people here who are all absolutely amazing! And I want to go as far as saying you’ve been some of the greatest friends I’ve ever had in my life! We may be all over the world, but our friendship and our commitment to give this film the respect it deserves is strong! 💓

And since day one of being here, I’ve really loved supporting you guys and your content too! Your art and writing for this magical world of wonder puts a smile and a laugh on my face everyday. It cheers me up when I’m feeling down and brings me as much excitement as an Onward sequel could! 😄

So I am going to keep being here and to keep speaking out for how magical, wonderful, and amazing the world of Onward truly is with you all! Cause let’s be real, if we don’t let the world know what an amazing masterpiece this film is, who will? ✊✊✊

And heck, until our day of justice arrives, who knows? I may or may not have just started development on another epic piece of multi-chapter writing in my notes and in my Google docs…but I’ll leave it at that for now… 👀

So here’s to another great year of being a Quest Master and to spreading even more Onward love!

[jiminisnotavirgin]

A+

Pairing: professor!taehyung | collegestudent!reader

Genre: smut

Description: A one-on-one video call with your hot, college professor takes a surprising turn.

Words: 3.8k

Warnings: inappropriate student/teacher relations, mutual masturbation, fingering, clit-stimulation, and innapropriate language.

Note: After much anticipation, I hope this is my return to the writing part of the lovely fanfic world. Here’s a little something mischievous and self-indulgent (clearly!). I started writing this when quarantine and remote-learning first began last year and I returned to it earlier this week. Let me know what you think :) I hope you enjoy A+. Love, Phoenix.

Email after email, document after document, the light from Taehyung’s laptop shines bright blue across his features. The hours go by and the sky grows darker but he remains at his desk, only taking small breaks to lighten the strain on his eyes. His chair creaks as he leans back and glances outside the window. Like most nights lately, only the stars keep him company tonight.

His courses shifted to an online-only remote format due to the need for social distancing. Despite the initial confidence he displayed to his boss and colleagues over the change, Taehyung is more unsure than ever. Frustration sneaks its way into his mind like a viper wrapped around its squirming prey. His life has turned into a turbulent sea of e-mails and complaints from upset students. What’s the best way for him to support his students? How can he assure them that their mental health is more important than any essay or assignment they’ll ever complete?

A sudden knock at the door steals his attention. Jungkook, his roommate and best friend, leans against the doorway with crossed arms. “Professor Kim,” he begins with a smirk. “Do you have a minute to speak?”

“What’s up?” asks Taehyung, ignoring his friend’s use of the name his students address him with.

“Did you see Jimin’s text? He invited us over for drinks at his apartment. Are you coming?”

“Can’t,” answers Taehyung. His computer glows in his peripheral vision. “I have—“

“Emails to write, work to do. I get it, you’re a busy man.” Jungkook shrugs. “I thought I’d ask anyway since it’s Saturday night.”

“Maybe next time.” Guilt floods Taehyung’s chest and makes it difficult to look Jungkook directly in the eye. Not only is he a shitty professor but he’s a shitty friend, too.

Jungkook finally steps inside the room, occasionally tinkering with Taehyung’s things until he reaches his desk. “Whatever. I’m just worried about you, that’s all.”

“Why?”

“Why?” Jungkook’s already-large doe eyes go wider. “Because all you do is sit at that damn computer all day!”

“I have to teach classes online, what do you expect?”

“It’s not healthy. You barely even leave your room to eat.”

“Who are you, the food police?”

“No, I’m your best friend,” Jungkook answers. “When was the last time you did anything fun? Or normal? You’re twenty-six, Tae, not a hundred and six.”

Taehyung sighs. “I can’t think about any of that right now. Actually, I should get back to my work...”

Jungkook takes the hint and leaves, but not without shooting a glare that makes Taehyung regret his choice of words. He can’t worry about it right now though—not when he has a call planned with you in about two minutes.

He was surprised to see an email from you in his inbox yesterday. You’re one of the students that hasn’t reached out all semester unlike most of the others in his courses. He knows just what kind of student you are: the type who floats through classes quietly but still gets high marks. You’re an older student. You fade into the background by avoiding the attention of your peers but your work stands out, therefore, you do too. He recognizes it because he was that student, too.

Taehyung opens the app for the call, expecting you to pick up after a minute or two but you answer within seconds. “Hello,” he greets you.

You tuck a stand of hair behind your ear and speak but no sound follows the movement of your mouth. He waits but nothing changes.

Taehyung clears his throat. “I think your microphone is off,” he says and types the same words into the chat box at the bottom of his screen.

You squint as you bring your face closer to the monitor. “Can you hear me now?”

He smiles. “Perfect. So, how are you doing? How’s the semester been so far?”

You shrug. “It’s been okay. I’m just trying my best, you know? What about you?”

“Pretty much the same. There’s nothing to do besides read and grade assignments.”

“I wanted to talk to you about the midterm, actually...” your voice fades out and your eyes drift away from the camera. He digs through his memory for what you wrote but his mind comes out empty-handed.

“Let me pull it up on my computer.” He searches through his saved files and documents.

“Oh, you don’t have to do all of that.” You pause for a few seconds. “It’s about my grade.”

“Let’s see... B-plus. Nice work.” When he looks away from your paper, he catches you frowning.

“Could you give me some feedback on it?” you ask.

“I left a few comments on the side,” he answers, eyes still glued to the document. He exits the window and focuses on your face once again. “I wouldn’t worry too much if I were you. You’re a lovely writer.”

“Not good enough if I can only get B-pluses,” you answer with a sigh. Taehyung sits up in his chair, surprised by your shift in tone.

Are you looking for an explanation? A justification for the grades he’s given you? “Most students would be satisfied with a B-plus in an almost graduate level course.”

“With all due respect, sir, I’m not your other students.”

His brows twitches. “Oh?”

“I don’t know how to say this without sounding like an arrogant jerk but I’m not used to getting anything lower than an A on my papers. The fact that I’m about to graduate and can’t hack yours is pretty... frustrating.”

He presses his lips together. “I don’t know what to tell you.” What do you want to hear? Can anything he’ll say wipe that glare off your face? It’s interesting to see you lose your cool after all this time.

You refuse to back down from the challenge. In this impromptu staring contest, your brown eyes penetrate his through the computer screen.

Taehyung decides to give in. Slightly. “One thing I will say,” he continues, “is that I’m particularly tough on my best students. If I gave you an A-plus on every essay you handed in, what would you work up to? There’s no doubt about the strength of your writing.”

Your expression changes immediately. “Oh,” is the only word that leaves your lips. The lines of anger decorating your forehead smooth out as your mouth eases into a relieved smile.

It’s in this moment that Taehyung finds himself looking at you. Truly looking at you.

There’s something about the determination in your face as you plead your case, as though nothing else in the world matters more. Your glossy, heart-shaped lips possess a reddish tint that reminds him of cherries, or rubies. Even through the pixels on the computer screen, you retain the same freshness he remembers from a few months ago, if not more now.

All this time on the computer has gone to your head, he thinks to himself. Perhaps there’s still a chance for him to catch up to Jungkook and the others.

A giggle erupts from your side of the call. “So my papers are good? And here I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.”

“I didn’t mean to make you suffer,” he murmurs and runs a hand through the waves in his raven hair. His eyelids flutter closed as he sinks into his chair and stretches his arms. Finally, a meeting he can consider a success; a meeting where the student leaves the call less frustrated than when it began. He prepares to end the call and log off for the night.

Then he hears it.

It’s faint and quiet and quick but he hears it, as if all sounds in the world were turned off and yours was amplified. The sound echoes in his mind as though you were right there beside him: “If only you knew how you make me suffer.”

This progression of thoughts occurs in a matter of seconds. By the time he’s processed your statement, his eyes have been forced open and any chance of relaxation for the rest of the night disappears into thin air.

“What?” he asks, voice betraying the casualness he wishes to exude.

“Oh, nothing.” You blink innocently, long lashes fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings. “I just care about your opinion, Professor Kim, if you can’t tell.”

“Right...” His eyes trail to the messy display of pens and papers spread out across his desk—anything to avoid your gaze. Its intensity has multiplied a thousandfold and threatens to melt him like a popsicle in the sun. He ignores the surge of anxious heat flowing through his veins.

“I mean,” you continue, lips pursed. “Who doesn’t love hearing a little bit of praise every once in a while, right?”

Your statement hangs in the air for what feels like an eternity. His shirt suddenly squeezes his torso. His pants suffocate his thighs. The room feels like a furnace and dizzying all at once, but the tension in the air keeps him in the moment.

“What are you doing?” he finally asks.

All the blood drains from your face and your limbs freeze. You hold your hands up in the air. “I’m sorry, professor. I didn’t mean to—“

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” warns Taehyung. A new fire fuels his gaze. With his thick brows, chiseled face, and beautiful black hair to match, your professor is a flame and you’ve been dying to get burned since you first laid eyes on him.

You pull off your hoodie and toss it onto the ground behind you. With a small tug of your index finger, you adjust the spaghetti straps of your pink tank top, underneath which you wear no bra. Your nipples prick at the thin fabric that stretches with each of your breaths.

“You deserve so much more than a little bit of praise,” he murmurs, erasing any doubts over your advances towards him.

“I do?”

“Mmhmm. Especially since you’ve been such a good girl.”

This man couldn’t possibly be the same one that lectured your class all semester. Something sinful replaces the innocent, awkward mannerisms you’ve grown to know over time. No more does he hesitate with his words or actions. Instead, he leans towards the camera with his shoulders pushed back. You’re greeted by his neck and the tan slope of his chest that hides beneath the loose collar of his button-down. You want nothing more than to rip off his shirt with your bare hands. For now, you can only imagine what lies beneath.

“Good girls deserve rewards,” he says with a swipe of his tongue across his plump bottom lip, snapping you out of your daze.

“What should I do?” you ask and glance at your closed bedroom door. Fortunately, you locked it before the call started. You don’t want any intrusions from your roommate.

“You should wind down and take care of yourself. You’ve been working so hard.” His eyes dart down to your tank top. “Close your eyes and imagine it’s me worshipping your chest.”

Your eyes fall closed as your hands drift to the hem of your top. Your fingertips graze your stomach and stop when your skin begins to slope up into the mounds of your breasts. “What would you do if you were here with me right now?”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “I’d make it my mission to kiss every part of you but first, I’d focus on those beautiful breasts of yours. They’d fit in my hands perfectly.”

With your left hand, you grasp one breast and tighten your grip just the slightest bit. The squeeze forces a sigh from your lips and although your eyes are closed, Taehyung struggles to control his own breathing as he watches you begin to unfold. With the other hand, you bring two fingers to your mouth and coat them in saliva only to bring them down to your nipples which harden with each squeeze and stroke.

Taehyung swallows in anticipation. “Just like that. Keep going.”

“Wait, what about you?” you ask, voice raspy and slightly out of breath.

“What about me?”

“I’m not the only one who deserves a reward.”

“Watching you wriggle and writhe in desire is enough for me.”

You cross your arms. “Nope.”

He chuckles. “What do you suggest I do, then?”

“I want you to fuck yourself with your hand and imagine it’s my pussy squeezing the life out of you.”

Your words knock the air out of Taehyung’s lungs but he manages to recover quickly. “You may be a good girl but you’ve got a dirty mouth.”

You smirk. “What are you going to do about it?”

The sound of his metal belt buckle clinks from his end. “Touch yourself right now. Play with your clit and we’ll see if you’ve still got that nasty mouth of yours when you’re begging me to cum.”

You raise your brows. “I fully intend on cumming at least once in your presence tonight, professor, whether I have your permission or not.”

“Call me Taehyung.” He takes a moment to reflect on the current situation versus the dynamic you had only minutes ago. “Why now? Why did you initiate—”

“My grades go above all else. I didn’t want to jeopardize any of that,” you answer. “And I also waited for your sake.”

“My sake? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were doing this to secure your grades,” he muses.

“Nothing boosts my ego like getting an A-plus based solely off my hard work,” you answer. “Fucking my hot professor is for my own personal pleasure.”

You description makes it sound so typical, just another everyday thing like washing the dishes. Are you using him? Deep inside, the thought of you using him arouses him. He wants to be used by you.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers, suddenly absorbed by you and the way you carefully orchestrated this interaction. How long did you think about this moment? Were you afraid of rejection?

“I know. Everyone likes me but I always want what I can’t have.” You wink. “Life’s more fun that way.”

Fun. “Enough talk. Let me see.”

“Yes, of course,” you stutter, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. You don’t mind his demands or commanding tone. In fact, you invite them.

“Slide back,” he instructs you. “I want to see everything.”

You swallow and obey immediately, rising to pull your chair further away from the camera. You take the chance to slip off your sweatpants which leaves you in nothing but your underwear and tank top. Your underwear isn’t fancy but it’s what’s below that he’s interested in.

You lower yourself onto the seat, not bothering to keep your legs pressed together. You spread your knees slowly, as if your legs were a book with pages waiting to be read.

“Good. Open up more and show me how bad you want it,” he says. The smile in his voice urges you on.

Your hand creeps along the stretchy waistband of your underwear. The material works against you, forcing your wrist against your pelvis and the area you so desperately wish to touch. You have to be patient since you seek to milk this moment for as long as possible.

Your middle finger searches for any sign of dampness and you gasp when you find a small pool already built up at your core. When you look back at the monitor to see what he’d like you to do next, you watch as he adjusts himself into a similar position to yours.

“Your turn. Take off your shirt,” you instruct.

He raises his eyebrows. A mischievous smile dawns on his face. “Why?”

“Because I said so.”

“So demanding. That’s what got us here in the first place,” he remarks but proceeds to unbutton his shirt.

“I’m not afraid to go out and get what I want.”

“I know, and I admire you for it,” he says. His shirt begins to crinkle as he unbuttons lower and lower until eventually, the front parts to reveal his chest. His abs are soft and his warm honey skin looks smooth. You wonder what it would it taste like.

As he rolls up his sleeves, you observe every movement of his hands. They’re large. One of the first things you noticed about him when he spoke in class and lead discussions. You always wondered what his hands would look like if they were doing something else entirely... Now, your fantasies have come to life.

You force your jaw closed but he’s already caught you staring. “Like what you see?” he asks through his low lids.

“Oh, please. As if you don’t know you’re attractive as hell.”

A low laugh emerges from the man and you smile. If only you could bottle it up and keep it. When he reaches into his pants, you follow along, taking the slick from your finger up to your clit in one smooth stroke. You hum and bite at your lips to contain your reaction.

He shakes his head. “Don’t hide it. You sound beautiful.”

Your other hand starts to wander as you go to work on your clit. From your head to your chest, you seek something to ground you as your soft bud puffs with pleasure. No longer does it hide, tucked away beneath the crevices of your lips. You grind against it using your hand and a slow swivel of your hips from left to right.

“You’re doing so good. I’m so proud of you,” coos Taehyung. “Your body was made for this. For pleasure.”

The sight of him gripping the base of his cock is almost enough to send you over. A light glaze of sweat builds on your forehead but you make no effort to wipe it. Taehyung wishes to feel the heat of your body on his. It’s probably better than anything he could ever imagine.

Perhaps now more than ever, he longs for the days before the virus took over and broke everyone apart. He misses those times so much he could cry, especially since he took them for granted. At the same time though, he thinks about the effort those close to him have made to keep in contact. Even old friends he hadn’t spoken to in years called to catch up with him. His students have stuck out the most out of anyone. One or two of them don’t even own laptops but they show up to class on time and bring their A-game. He believes he should take a note or two from them.

As he studies you, the way you squirm in delight, and the way your body responds to the ministrations of your hand, a wave of relief washes over him. If it weren’t for these circumstances, he wouldn’t have had this moment with you.

“Taehyung,” you moan, bringing him back.

The sound of you calling his name shoots heat straight to his cock. With the precum glistening at the top, he grabs his cock and works the tip using his thumb. “Fuck. Look at what you do to me,” he groans at the sensitivity.

“Please,” you take in a breath and continue, “t-tell me more.”

If praise is what you want, praise is what you’ll get. “You’re so hardworking in everything that you do. Look at you now. Touching yourself just for me.”

“Yes, yes.” You moan as your fingers settle into the one position that feels like you’ve struck gold.

“How far inside can those fingers go? I bet you can put them in real deep.”

It’s as though your hands were waiting for his approval. You slip inside your clenching, gaping hole using two fingers. They slide in easily but the initial stretch is foreign since it’s been so long.

Taehyung groans and for the first time tonight, you begin to see him lose control. His cool exterior sinks into the pleasure of his hand—and of you—leaving him a sweaty, desirable mess. His hair sticks to his forehead and his stomach clenches with each stroke of his hand. He moves slowly, trying to match the pace of your hand. You pick up speed and allow your body to move against the rhythm of your hand. Your insides feel warm and soft and slippery. You close your eyes and imagine he’s the one fingering you with those gorgeous hands of his.

The rubber band of pleasure in your stomach begins to stretch. The squelch of your pussy grows louder with each passing second.

Taehyung is well-endowed but never did you imagine his dick would expand so much in length and girth. He could spear your pussy in one fell swoop, destroying your insides and anything else that gets in his way.

“Taehyung, I’m close,” you say with a sigh. You barely have the energy to speak.

“Fuck, me too,” he adds. “I’m almost there. Cum with me.”

His hand travels from base to tip and each part of the journey is smoother than the last. He massages each vein and ripple and moves even faster when he catches a glimpse of the uneven quiver of your thighs. Heat churns in his stomach and all he can do is chase it desperately. He needs it like oxygen, to breathe in the sight of you along with the pleasure of his nether regions.

The rubber band snaps. It strikes you in waves, each crash stronger the last. You let the waves overtake you and succumb to the burst of pleasure spreading through your limbs. You pull out your hand and clench around nothing as the sensitivity forces your legs closed.

Just when you thought things were over, Taehyung makes a request: “Taste it.”

You waste no time in taking your fingers to your mouth, gliding your tongue on the pads of your fingertips, and spreading the salty fluid in your mouth. All you can focus on is the heavenly sight of Taehyung coming. Each breath he lets out comes with a moan. You swear you can feel the vibration of his low voice against your own chest. His hair covers his eyes but you know they’re closed in pleasure. He intakes one sharp breath before it finally takes him over.

He can feel nothing but release. Release of stress. Release of work. Release of anything except you. As white spurts of cum squirt from his dick in a messy stream of strings, all you can think about is the beauty of his body.

“This was fun,” you admit with a smile. “I’m glad my attempt didn’t flop.”

“No, that would’ve been a huge mistake on my part.”

As you look down, your eyelashes brush the top of your cheeks and you bite your lip in anticipation. “I know I’m graduating and all, but we should do this again sometime. If you’re interested.”

He rests his elbows on his desk and brings himself closer to the camera. With his hand holding the side of his face, he takes in the sweet sight of you. “Did you enjoy it that much?”

“Oh yes. In fact, unlike some people, I’d give you an A-plus.”

[mushroomjizz]

Tomura Shigaraki x reader

This is my very first fanfic! Ihope you enjoy it and please tell me if I didn’t use the correct warning. English is not my first language so forgive me for my grammar mistakes lol

summary: Both you and him are from high class families, only one wants to marry the other though.

warnings: mentions of maladaptive daydreaming, unrequired love

afab reader

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What do you say? Is throwing all of your 'dreams' just so you and another individual, a fool, an embarrassment, a loser, a monster could have the chance of being together worth it? Make that decision on your own after gathering all of the information we could provide you with.

A piano, men and women, him, you, the same room. With the pace of the musician playing the piano nearing each other, whispering things into each other's ears before fleeing the room right before the violin player could start his part. The echoes of music could be heard in the hallway you were slowly walking through, your arm holding onto his before he could tear his arm away from yours at least. He did not spare a glance at your troubled demise, a lady's glass eyes could not warm his small heart anyways.

While he was walking his lady was just looking towards him, trying to make herself believe that there was love and hope there for him and her. The awareness that there was not a single thing left for you and him, that the gods sparred him of the capability of loving and loving, was there, the fantasy had to be continued though. She spent so many years living a different life, being a different woman, being someone's woman in her mind that it had to stop now, she had to be with him so her mind would be satisfied and didn't come up with those cursed daydreams. While they were the only thing keeping her from just swallowing the poison, taking the knife, grabbing the gun, throwing herself off the lonely molded bridge, they were trapping her. Not a single task she could even begin without starting to daydream. Her physical form and her lonesome soul stopped being capable of dealing with its problems a long time ago. At this age, she could not even spend a few minutes away from her daydreams without starting to crumble away. The given fact, the proof that nobody was gonna come at some point and that nobody was there to begin with was impossible to deal with.

Of course, she clung herself to the only soul that didn't feel uncomfortable or looked down on her for speaking her mind. Although he probably hadn't looked down on her for what she had said just because didn't have respect for her anyways. It was still comforting though, the thought of being with him, the daydreams could now consist of someone who did exist and could potentially care for her and about her. A piano, men and women, him, you, the same room. With the pace of the musician playing the piano nearing each other, whispering things into each other's ears before fleeing the room right before the violin player could start his part. The echoes of music could be heard in the hallway you were slowly walking through, your arm holding onto his before he could tear his arm away from yours at least. He did not spare a glance at your troubled demise, a lady's glass eyes could not warm his small heart anyways.

Of course, she clung herself to the only soul that didn't feel uncomfortable or looked down on her for speaking her mind. Although he probably hadn't looked down on her for what she had said just because he didn't have respect for her anyways. It was still comforting though, the thought of being with him, the daydreams could now consist of someone who did exist and could potentially care for her and about her. In reality, he could not do so. He didn't even desire to care. The man has broken a long time ago and was nothing but a rage-filled individual.

"Are you always gonna run for me? What we did in the ballroom was nothing but a silly little act" his raspy voice was so cold and it seemed like he had some kind of hate towards you due to the tone of his voice. He did not hold hate towards his lady though, he just saw her as a lost cause. He suspected that she knew so, but choose to lock that fact away for her own sake. The sight he saw when turning around confirmed so. "I don't love you and you shouldn't love me. There will never be a marriage or a forbidden night or a kiss."

Although her form was shaking and she was shattering at this very moment, she nodded "I... Don't desire that." was the only thing she could make out without having tears spill from her eyes. Another single word could have made her cry. He didn't answer to that, it was for the better.

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Should I write a part 2? lmk.

[olderthannetfic]

When it comes to kpop fanfic

What is your opinion of the usage of honorifics, Hyung, noona, unnie, Oppa. it's strange I've seen people say "Yeah of course they should" to "No its annoying don't'" Some people assume characters are saying hyung because they know the idols ages already.

The only thing that twists my tits is when two Chinese members of a group are alone and use the term "hyung" when the younger is talking because it should be "ge" or "gege" It makes no sense fr two native Mandarins speaks when a lone to be using Korean honorifics when talking to teach other.

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I'm used to seeing those. I think they're all right. It's part of a broader question about translation aesthetics that comes up in most English-speaking fandoms of Asian media.

Basically, it comes down to two opposing problems:

It's misleading to use them because they sound like awkward translation-ese, not the natural speech the characters are supposed to be engaging in.

It's misleading not to use them because English doesn't have any equivalent terms of address, and switching to characters' names erases important dynamics.

As a translator, I favor a more idiomatic approach and think the fannish thirst for "authentic" literal translations is xenophobic poison caused by excessive monolingualism and general stupidity about language. A literal translation is inherently inaccurate. However, I'm in favor of keeping the original language terms of address in many cases. I think it tends to be tidier. Often, those convey important information, so you can't just get rid of them, but translating them would produce something even less natural and more distracting for the English-speaking audience.

There's also the question of who the audience is.

Was it Netflix that inflicted that "stygian tiger seal" bullshit on fans of The Untamed? It's like nails on the chalkboard for me, but I can respect what they were trying to do. For a Western audience that is starting from zero, they need a name that implies some things about this metal and its association with darkness, etc.

However, a lot of the English-speaking audience, Western or otherwise, is not starting from zero. The concepts of yin and yang are pretty well known under those terms, and it's a hell of a lot clearer to just call it what it is: the yin tiger seal. The more the audience learns about yin, the more it will understand. Removing this connection is like renaming the first Harry Potter book because apparently Americans are too dumb to have heard of the philosopher's stone??? (As an American, WTF.)

So should people use 'hyung' in fic? I think it's a genre convention at this point and readers of that fic will be surprised not to see it. Should people use 'hyung' in original stories about Korean characters that they are writing in English? Possibly. It's going to depend on the exact story. Should they use it in subtitles? I'm going with yes in most cases because we can hear the person saying that. I'll also say yes for many comics and things of that kind because the economy of language is such that if you remove the forms of address, you can't easily add that flavor back in elsewhere.

But what about a novel translation where there's plenty of text to convey the sense of how characters relate to each other? What if it's a novel in Korean but the characters are white people in a Regency romance? Or Chinese people in the Tang Dynasty court? I think I'd generally come down on the side of adjusting forms of address to whatever would normally be used for those characters in English. In the case of the English characters, that's relatively easy. In the case of the Chinese ones, it might make the most sense to translate titles and forms of address into English instead of transliterating the Korean ones or trying to figure out what Chinese term the Korean author meant. If it's a Korean novel about Koreans, the appropriate translation will depend on how much the translator thinks the audience knows about Korean. If 'hyung' would be familiar and sound normal, fine. If it would be distracting and unknown, not good.

There is no such thing as a good translation, only a translation that is good for something or good in a specific context.

[onceupona-chaos]

So, here I go... I am not writing this because I like Elain as a character or because I am an Elriel shipper (I think they are cute, but my heart is 100% Nessian). I just need to get this out of my system because I can’t stop think about it (and because I am a sucker for literary theory, but unfortunately my professor doesn’t think me writing an academic paper on ACOTAR is a good idea, GIVE ME PATIENT TO DEAL WITH THAT MAN).

Anyway, the thing is I will be SO surprise if the next book isn’t about Elain or if Elriel isn’t endgame. SJM was also surprise to hear that for some people wasn’t obvious, but... It kind is? If we focus on what we already have from the books, and put our personal wishes aside, it is very clear. In ACOSF we basically have all of those moments saying that we don’t know Elain. We never had her POV or more than a few lines about her. We don’t know what was like for her to be able to hear and see things the others didn’t after the Cauldron. We don’t know her powers. We don’t know if it is difficult for her to accept what she has become, her new body. Some people think she is predictable, but then SJM is saying WAIT AND SEE with all letters. And she is changing; Feyre says that she’s never seen Elain so “confrontational”. So we have a character that we don’t know much who is passing through some internal change, which is a great opportunity for a development arc. Besides we are talking about a character who is the ONLY PERSON (except for Nesta) that can find the fourth Trove. She also has a connection with Korschei. So narratively speaking, all signs are pointing for Elain’s book.

I read an AMAZING theory about Elain becoming a spy (but I don’t remember who wrote it) and I love it because again it makes sense. At this point we know SJM. We know her patterns. In every book we have a female character learning something and going through an overcoming journey. I mean before ACOSF, some people defended that Nesta would not become a warrior, and now she is practically the female version of Enalius and is thinking about commanding a small unit of females). So if I had to bet, I’d say that Elain is going to learn something with Azriel.

Now about the romantic part, I will say two things: 1) SJM knew exactly what she was doing when she wrote Az’s chapter; 2) SJM writes about choices.

Before someone hate me, let me say that she needs us to be interested in her books. And by “us” I don’t mean us, people who write and read fanfics or even discuss it on Tumblr, I am talking about normal people (LOL) who just like her books and don’t participate in fandons. So when I was reading ACOSF I was feeling zero romantic tension (can I call it that?) between Azriel and Gwyn (I really hope we get to see more of her , Nesta and Emerie btw, I love them so much). So when I read the bonus chapter my first thought was “SARAH, YOUR SMARTASS”. So yes, to me she was just messing with us and it worked super well, right? In one chapter, she initiated a war about who is ending up with whom, established a forbidden romance and got us thirsty as hell for the next book. So smart. I love her.

I also love her because she writes about choices. Feyre is always talking about how Rhys respects her choices. In ACOSF we get to see this as well. And this time it will not be different. We’ve seen Elain reject the bond, maybe not formally, but she is not interested in Lucien. I also think he is not truly interested in her and the bond is the only thing between them. There is no spark. None. In four books. Sarah would probably give us some moment between them by now if it was going to happen.

And then in Az’s POV we get to see that she wanted that kiss, too. She wanted him. She chose him. And he could be interested in her for more than a year. Honestly there are so many moments in ACOSF when Az reacts different when it comes to Elain. All of this is in the book. And after that we have the Blood Duel mentioned and it is basically two males fighting over a female, but the female doesn’t get a saying??? This is against everything SJM stands for in her books. So I honestly believe that the next book is going to be about Elain making her own choices and growing up as a charater.

Soooorry for any English mistakes or typos, English is not my first language. I just needed somewhere to put all of what was going on in my head. Also, be kind, we love the same book.