#maybe i should start tagging these little drabbles idk

[xitsensunmoon]

I Wonder how bthtf moon(and/or sun) would react to finding out y/n is a talented dancer(as in finding them dancing alone and watching type deal)

Ahh! I imagine doctor y/n wouldn't be very open about it so before doing anything like that they would check if they're alone at home.

Turn on some music after a stressful day and just let it all out, carefully circling in the living room around the couch. Maybe, just maybe, you would even snatch a pillow from the couch as your partner.

But no matter how you try to spot a vampire in the dim house, you get spied on still, two pairs of eyes curiously examining your movements. Something completely different from the usual doctor they know but as captivating and interesting.

I would imagine them to figure out the rhythm quite quickly, one of them sneaking in behind you as you bump into the metal form, turning just to see shining eyes and fangs. Turn again, there goes another pair of eyes. Your fingers get carefully intertwined with longer ones, you feel something press onto the small of your back, pulling you into the same dance.

Your steps are not yours anymore, gently led by two capes flowing in the air, brushing against your legs, as they twirl you around until your head spins. Your previous partner, the pillow, lays on the floor abandoned. But you don't think of it much, thoughts swept away by gentle pulls and pushes, guiding you through the dance and the night.

Something tells you they won't leave you alone if you ever admit they're slightly better dancing partners than just a well-loved cushion.

[crxmxnzl-c0rpzes]

You disappeared. The last thing anyone knows is that you went on patrol and never came back. Maria sent a group to find you. There wasn't a trace. No blood, no dead body, and no runner that looked like you. You were gone and were never found.

Everyone knew you. You weren't shy, you were the shoulder to lean on, the children knew you; you were always playing hide and seek or tag with them as their parents were doing their jobs, you always insisted on helping everyone you always said "I have two free hands, let me help you." You were the sun. Your soul might be the sun. You gave warmth and light. Your smile was contagious and your laugh filled the silence. I've never met anyone who had the sun of a soul.

I remember everything about you. You never left. I dream of you. Dina tells me I have to let go but I don't think I can. You're gone and I can't seem to fall asleep in peace. I stopped visiting your house, your bedroom, your kitchen, the smell, the joy, the memories. Joel made me. Joel says to write letters to you and that it might work. So, I am. I used to start off with "dear" and end it with "love". Joel says I should burn the letters after but I don't. You might come back. I might give you the letters. I might not. What would I do if you did come back? And you were perfectly fine? Would you say you didn't like Jackson or anyone here? Not possible. You love loved? love it here. You love everyone here. You couldn't just hate us? Hate me? You wouldn't leave me right? You said you wouldn't leave. What if you come back dead? What if you were kidnapped and they killed you... No. I'll hurt them. I'll You're not dead. It's been three years now. You would've returned by now if you did run away. Where did you run away to? Why didn't you bring me with? I need to stop.

I wonder what everyone at Jackson thinks. I told Tommy that I'm leaving. I knew if I told Joel he'd be pissed. But he found out and got even more pissed that I didn't tell him. Tommy told him. Then Maria found out then Dina then Jesse. I sat in the living room of Tommy's. Everyone scolded me. "You're not leaving" "Ellie it's been three years" "You can't go after her" So, I agreed to staying at Jackson. But then I left. I couldn't sleep that night. They shouldn't have believed me. But they did. Well, Joel didn't. He was waiting for me. I knew he was. I saw that he was. He tried to convince me to stay but he knew I wasn't going to. He let me go. I went off. I left. And I won't return until I find you. But I should stop I should rest. Dina would tell me to. Fuck, you would tell me to. But I can't. Not until I find you. I won't find you I'll find you. I never knew I could become like this. Would I really travel the whole world to find you? Why? We aren't dating. We're friends. But you kissed me. Your soft lips were on mine. I want need that feeling again. I need you here. You kissed me the night before you disappeared. Did you know you were going to disappear? Is that why you kissed me? You kissed me and then said you had to go home before you got caught by your parents for sneaking out again. Then the next day you were gone. Your parents said you never got back home the night before. The night you kissed me. They knew you snuck out and waited for you to come back but you never did.

-Idk what this is. I don't think this even makes sense. But I wanted to make a little drabble. Maybe you did run away or maybe something happened while you were on patrol? Who knows? I might make another part?

[saruman-the-silly]

A Night Out

You and Copia go out to a party and he cannot get over how good you look in your suit.

tags: copia x gn!reader, fluff, romance, a little suggestive? idk? copia's just down bad, you wear a pant suit because everyone looks hot af in a pant suit I don't make the rules

words: 683

anyway, enjoy this short drabble :D

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You had agreed with Copia to go to the party tonight, Terzo had just brought a Grammy to the Clergy and everyone was hyped.

For once, it actually seemed that Sister Imperator was actually happy and decided to throw a party for all of the Clergy to celebrate. Copia, your boyfriend of three months now, had shyly asked you to go with him to the party, and of course you agreed.

You had a bit of an outift crisis going on, not really knowing what to wear. Copia, being the absolute sweet bean he is, just smiled and said that "Amore, you look beautiful no matter what you wear." You smiled at the memory of the conversation, and went back to digging into your closet.

Unbeknownst to you, Copia was also, having an outfit dilemma. He wanted to look his best, and while trying on his various suits, his insecurities were starting to get to him. What if you didn't like the black suit, what if you thought he was too dressed- No, Copia shook his head to clear his thoughts. He then decided on a simple, black dress suit.

Then it was time to party, and Copia walked to your quarters, holding a small, black rose he had for you. He arrived at your door, took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened, and his jaw dropped to the ground.

You were wearing a crimson red pant suit, which was tailored to your exact measurements and made you look incredible.

Your hair was casually messy, which made your features even more radiant and glowing.

For all he knew, you looked like a fallen angel.

"Earth to Copia, are you in there?" You waved a hand over his face. He blinked a few times, before blushing and laughing nervously.

"Ah, yes, sorry, I just- you look incredible, amore." He took your hand in his and kissed it. You blushed and replied "You're not looking too bad yourself, handsome." Copia's black suit was tailored brilliantly, and made his legs look unbelievably good. You shamelessly checked him out right there and smirked.

You slid closer to him, wrapping your arms around him slowly and bringing yourself close enough that your lips were almost touching. "I'd go as far to say that you look good enough to eat, amore." You whispered against his lips, and grinned when his breath hitched.

You pulled away from him, grinning and taking his hand. "Now, we should get going or we're gonna be late!"

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The party was loud and filled to the brim with people. You waded through the crowd, having met up with some other Siblings to catch up. You had had a few drinks, nothing much but they were definitely helping you to get in the mood for the partying.

You, deciding to be maybe a little mean, had sent Copia very suggestive looks throughout the night.

Copia had just bought a drink and was enjoying it, when you pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss in front of everyone. When you pulled back, his hair was a mess and lips swollen. You then took a sip of his drink, patted him on the cheek, smiled and disappeared into the crowd. After a few minutes on the dance floor, you decided to head back to get a drink.

You were walking towards the bar when someone suddenly pulled you aside. You let out a surprised noise until you realised it was Copia. You grinned. "How are you doing, handsome?"

Copia pulled you into a secluded corner and pinned you against the wall. "You clearly have no idea what you do to me, amore mio." He whispered in your ear. He sighed, and begun pressing small kisses to your neck.

"How you have been teasing me the whole night, just how enticing you looked while on the dance floor," he continued his kisses up your jaw and to your face, smirking when he heard your heavy breathing. He kissed the side of your mouth and pulled away.

"So, what do you say, ditch this place and come with me?" He smirked and held out a hand.

"I thought you'd never ask." You grinned, taking his hand.

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Out In The Sticks (Broadchuch Drabble)

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged!

Summary: It's high time you forced Alec to take a vacation.

Song: Would That I - Hozier

CW: very soft stuff- idk,, go to your dentists after reading to check for cavities

Broadchurch tag list: @clarina04 @kaylinelizabeth4004 @yeethaw13 (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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Alec’s never really been one for vacation. Never been one to kick his feet back, sip on a margarita and relax by the pool with a good book. No, Alec’s idea of relaxing was a quick cup of tea and a read of the paper. 

It had taken a great amount of effort to convince Alec to take some of his very, very extensive leave entitlements and pop off for a weekend away, but you’d got there in the end. 

So here you both were, just arriving at a cabin out in the sticks. It was due to snow tonight. It was safe to say that you were excited, and Alec less so. He really was a total grump, but you loved him anyway.

“I hate the snow,” he complained, right hand reaching out to feel as the first flecks of snow started to fall. “So bleedin’ cold, too.” He shook his hand off when the first two melted instantly, the water cold. 

Alec shivered in his big puffer coat and you cooed, pulling him into your embrace. You patted his head mock-comfortingly. 

“Aww, poor baby,” you pouted. “Izzit too cold for you, hm? Poor little thing, come on inside, darling baby.” 

Alec pulled away from you, giving you an only half sincere glare. 

“Shut up,” he growled with no bite, pointing an accusatory finger at you. You broke out into laughter and pulled him by the hand towards the cabin door. It was a quaint little thing and you couldn’t wait to get inside. There would be plenty of time to explore tomorrow. Alec pulled the key from his pocket and unlocked the cabin, pushing the door open with a very satisfying wooden creak. 

There was a fire roaring in the fireplace for you already. Seemed a little dangerous to you, but hey, you weren’t the one paying for the insurance. You let out a gasp as you took in your surroundings. Wood grain everywhere, pretty rugs and a big comfortable-looking leather sofa. Oh, yes, now this was more like it.

Alec shrugged your coat off, pressing a kiss to the top of your forehead. He placed both yours and his coats on the hook by the door and followed you inside. By the time he’d managed to close the door and toe his shoes off, you were already in front of the fire, warming your cold hands and shivering with relief as the cold finally started to ebb away. 

“We should fuck on the rug later by the fire,” you say casually, not looking away from the flames licking up the sides of the logs. “I’ve always wanted to do that. Isn’t there champagne in an ice bucket somewhere too? It’s a plan. Fuck on the rug and then celebrate our fucking with our ice bucket of champagne.” 

Alec scoffs by your ear, wrapping his arms around you. You jump from how cold his skin is and tut. 

“Jesus, man,” you say, not pulling away in the slightest. “I’m going to have to strap water bottles to you this weekend, aren’t I?” 

Alec kisses the top of your head in response.

 

The two of you stand there for a little while, swaying softly in the heat of the fire, enjoying each other's company and finally, after a good long while, getting to relax. No work, no stress. 

The only thing that waited for you this weekend was the spa, some wine, maybe a snowball fight and- if you had any say over it- a lot of naked cuddling. 

You couldn’t wait.

[jokeringcutio]

hiii

was wondering if i could request for arthur, like maybe you ended a friendship or relationship with him on the worst possible terms a few years back and saw eachother for the first time again in london

idk if that made sense but it’s just an idea 🫶🫶

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Fandom: Joker (2019) Pairing: Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader Rating: General/Teen Tags: Friendship, Moving abroad, Dark undertones. -- We Meet Again--

“Excuse me, miss,” a low nasal voice, but one you would recognize anywhere.

Arthur?

But it could not possibly be him, could it? He lived all the way back home in America. Why would he have come to London?

But when you turned around to face the owner of the voice, there was no mistaking. You’d recognize him anywhere.

“Oh my God, Arthur? Is that you?”

He looked so thin, so pale. But Arthur’s eyes still were as green as ever. They glistened with unshed tears and were bright with a mixture of emotions as if a hurricane of feelings had been trapped inside.

“You look great,” he said, voice nearly a stammer. But somehow he seemed to have recomposed himself as he spoke. You saw how his left hand clenched to form a fist and how he straightened his spine to stand a little straighter. Something in his eyes shifted. There was a confidence in them you had not seen in him before.

“You,” you started, but now it was you who stammered. Not Arthur. It always used to be the other way around. Your cheeks flushed and you brought a hand up to your lips, watched as he followed the movement with his own eyes, and saw how his lips parted in a silent sigh of longing.

Of course. After all these years. He still craved you.

You weren’t dumb, and neither were you blind. You could clearly see it in his eyes, how his pupils dilated with lust. You had known it before when you’d been friends. “You’re here,” you finally said, not knowing what else to say.

“I’m here,” Arthur confirmed in that nasal voice of his. A faint whiff of nicotine passed by. He still smoked then? Some things never changed.

“Cool,” you said, slightly at a loss for words because Arthur was here. Your Arthur. Your friend. Here.

“What are you doing in London?”

His eyes darkened and the corners of his lips twisted downward, displeased almost. But your question had been genuine interest, no refute. “Are you here for work?” You carefully asked when you saw the change in his expression. “Or to see a show?” You were near the musical theatres, so it was a proper guess.

“Such a coincidence, right?” Arthur said, not quite answering your question. Perhaps he didn’t want to share what he came to do here, you thought. Perhaps he was here with his family, or visiting a girlfriend. You knew your thoughts should not wander like that, but you still felt a pang of jealousy in your heart when you thought about him moving on. Things hadn’t been official between the two of you. You’d just been friends. But still….

You watched him as he flashed you a toothy smile. It wasn’t a gentle one, you noticed, but rather reminded you of those pictures of a shark grinning. “Remember how much fun we used to have?” he then asked, and you suddenly understood why he carried the smile he was.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling guilty for having ended things as abruptly and as suddenly as you had. You were very much aware that Arthur had trouble striking up friendships, even back then. Whether it was due to his condition or his shyness when around others, it didn’t matter. He hadn’t scared you away.

Sometimes you wished he had.

He had made you intensely aware that you were one of his only friends back then, perhaps the only one he fully trusted, and then you had ghosted on him. Not even told him you were going to leave.

Truth be said, it wasn’t entirely your fault. Your parents had talked so often about making the move to the UK that you’d not believed it was going to happen until it was. And once it had become real, telling Arthur seemed to become impossible. You knew how he would react. He would feel as if you left him alone.

Which was in the end exactly what you had done.

Just a note that said you and your parents moved abroad.

Just a hurriedly scribbled note.

And Arthur couldn’t even properly read.

What had you been thinking?

“I never stopped thinking about you,” something in his voice was thick, as if clouded with emotion. He swallowed, audibly, then finally allowed his eyes to come and rest upon your face. You saw that the harshness disappeared from his eyes and that the shark-like smile fell from his lips until it was just him again. Just your friendly Arthur. The man who had made you feel less lonely and who had made you feel understood so many years ago.

“I missed you,” you finally admitted. You were glad he was standing here, unexpected and improbable as it was. Your hand reached for the lapel of his coat, gently taking hold of it while you watched his face for his expression. His eyes widened slightly, but there was no sign of gesture for you to stop. And so you stepped closer to him and inhaled his scent. You closed your eyes while you drew a breath, and opened them with a smile curving your lips.

Arthur was looking down at you, eyes intense. His jaw was chiseled, his lips pressed into a thin line. There was such concentration upon his face, even as he brought his hand up to your face and brushed a knuckle gently past your cheek.

We should get a drink, you wanted to say. I want to meet you again, get to know you, who you are now. What changed? What remained the same? How was your life when I was gone? But you didn’t say any of that.

Instead, you leaned into his gentle caressing touch and parted your lips in a soft whimper. It felt good, the warmth of his palm on your skin.

You were friends. Nothing more than that. But you knew he wanted it to be more. He always had. And by the sight of it, he still did. “Did you miss me too?” you asked, voice small, as if you were scared to hear the answer.

But you knew it deep down inside. The way his eyes softened and his lashes fluttered, the way he stood close to you and caressed your cheek. How his other hand now circled around you, found the back of your neck and drew you close.

You hoped he could forgive you for having left the way you had. You hoped he still wanted you as much as he did then, because this time you were older, wiser, and smarter. This time, you knew you wanted him too.

“Did you miss me too?” you’d asked.

“You have no idea, love,” Arthur said, something dark sparked within his eyes. His grip on you became more possessive, tighter. “You truly have no idea.” ~

AN: Of course we have an Arthur who turned Joker here and deliberately came to seek our dear Reader out now that he has the means to, because why not? You think he’s gonna forget about you just like that? Na- ah! 👀

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[tommyssupercoolblog]

Writing Pattern Tag Game

@bootlegfrank tagged me and @septiccoffeefreak - who shares this post w me because we're writing partners >:3 (frank tagged us indirectly. and then directly because i responded saying i was gonna do it. so in-indirect-diretly(??))

Rules: list the first lines(s) of your last 10 fics and see if there's a pattern. I also said where each one is from in case u don't wanna scroll through our ao3 and do the math urself!!!

all these fics except one r RPF, sooo BE WARNED. i'm putting everything under da cut, and i'm also putting my reblog banner since fanfiction!!! is!!! art!!!

Seán’s about ready to burn his entire calendar.

from "Scheduling Conflicts and How To Cope - A Guide For The Busy Homosexual"

Tommy hates LA with every fiber of his being.

from "City Of Angels"

it's cold, and it hurts.

from "The Part Where it Gets Better (Lads rescue AU)", and also THIS SOUNDS SO WEIRD OUT OF CONTEXT LIKE WHAT'S COLD??? it's water. the water is cold. this is the character based one btw. WE FOUND IT, THE NON-RPF!!!

Tommy inspects Seán’s behelit tattoo carefully, running his thumb over it a little, then kisses it.

I fucking would. kissing all his tattoos right now. mwah. this goddamn MOOD is from "There's No Place Like Home"

Ethan N3st0r was not expecting Seán to still be awake at three AM, even though with jet lag considered, he really fuckin should have.

I censored the name for search but it's not like that in the fic, that's just for tumblr. anyway, from "Three Drabbles In Which Tommy and Seán are bad at Keeping Secrets"

Ethan's the one to bring it up first, on Brain Leak, of all things.

OPENING WITH ETHAN AGAIN LMAOO. this is from "And Suddenly, It Makes Sense."

"So, who would have thought, huh? T0mmy1nn1t and Jacks3pt1c3y3, famous YouTubers, passed away in their sleep on the same night."

censored for tumblr again. from "Count your Soulmates- There's only one."

Seán and Tommy have sleepovers sometimes.

from "kissing practice". very original opening line /sar /lh (also tbh i feel awful about em being evil in this one :( I know its fanfic and i can do whatever I want but like. idk. i'm not accusing em of being mean IRL okay??? OKAY))

Seán spends about fifteen minutes pacing and staring at himself in the mirror, doing breathing exercises his therapist taught him and trying not to rub or scratch his wrists too much.

from "Puppy Love", the closest we've ever gotten to full misce posting on main

They were gluing ducks to a jeep the first time it happened.

FROM "PETNAMES" AND ALSO THE BEST OPENING LINE EVER

INTERPRETATION TIME!!!!

soooo yeah!!! we like to jump right into action as well but I think it's safe to say our autistic ass habits of giving exposition for everything lead to the specific outcome of starting in the middle of a scene, WITH an explanation of the scene. like we're already in the middle of something going on but also sometimes it's exposition at the same time somehow?? or like right after these first lines. idk maybe that's just me????

the way it's usually less (character does this) and more (character does this BECAUSE ____ // character is doing this and FEELING ____) feels like it's trying to give context, to me. but again idk maybe just me

TIME FOR SEÁN'S READING:

@septiccoffeefreak - "What I'm noticing here is more along the lines of just, how we almost always seem to open with a person. Usually by their actual name(s) too and not just a pronoun. I understand what you mean, Tommy, but I don't personally get that vibe? You could totally be right, of course, I just don't pick up on that. I defenitely notice, though, just how many of these are sentences where the literal first word is a name. the two exceptions to that are the pronoun "they" (which is still a person- or two people actually), and then water.

I guess the dialogue could also be considered an exception, but I don't think it counts since it also directly references us as characters.

and that's not something you necessarily have to do. You could open describing scenery or objects, or with dialogue that DOESN'T have the names of the characters in it- you could open with wind through a blade of grass or a character cursing under their breath or someone's cellphone crashing to the pavement or something. So it's definitely an "us" thing, it's a quirk of our writing style and not just normal writing. I don't know if like, we ALWAYS do this, but I do know that in these ten fics you pulled we do. I wouldn't be surprised if we did it like literally all the time as well, but I'm not going to pretend to know every first line we've ever penned to paper. or...print?? I don't fucking know, here, I'm just analyzing sentences on the internet for a tagging project.

Sorry if this ramble is kind of long, I hope it's at least interesting though??? sort of interesting? kind of interesting, in it's own way, hopefully. at least mildly, like a video you didn't turn on but aren't really reaching for the mouse/remote on to change it. You know?? Yeah. Like that. Or more interesting then that, hopefully. Thanks for uh, reading or, whatever, listening if you have a screen reader i guess, I'm getting nervous and it's very obvious because i'm rambling so I'm gonna hand things back off to the birthday boy, Toms. wish Tommo a happy birthday or I swear to fucking god your liver will be missing in the morning and you'll find it at the bottom of your morning cup of coffee."

back to me:

LMAO

wow omg i love my babygirl,,,, that made me laugh >:p

ANYWAYS. i didn't notice that!! oh em gee,,,,, name moment.

YOU SHOULD DO THIS TOO AND SEE IF YOUUUU SEE ANYTHING!!!!!

I'M TAGGING @kalcifers-blog AND.... no one else because all my other mutuals who i know for a fact write have paused as far as i'm aware, bc they're into mcyt RPF like I am and the w1lbvr situation put them on hiatus. and i don't know if any of them are back to feeling up to writing stuff.

I don't write about w1bvr ever and didn't watch him so I wasn't that affected but a lot of people were even if they just watched so like... Kalcie ur alone on here i'm SO SORRIE. ALSO this is /nf so u don't have to if u dont want to :p :3 >:D :000 >:PPPP :000 >:00

[mannerofwhump]

Just run and run and run

Whumptober day 2 - nowhere to run | cornered | caged | confrontation

content: villain whump, (probably) failed escape attempt

tell me if i missed anything

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Villain dashed across the hallways, searching searching searching for an exit. They didn’t even know where they were anymore, the compound enough of a labyrinth that the only chance they had to have any clue where they were were if they’d studied the layout in advance. Which they hadn’t. It occurred to Villain that an escape attempt like they were doing right now was probably the reason it was designed the way it was. But that didn’t stop them from trying. They had to find a way out, they had to.

Hallway after hallway, they found more hallways, more doors, more rooms to get lost in. Villain didn’t even know if they were back where they started. Couldn’t even tell.

It didn’t help when they remembered the tracking chip Hero had planted in them.

Just run just run just run, Villain repeated in their head, like a mantra. You can worry about everything else later, but for now just run.

Suddenly, they skid to a stop. Why did this place have dead ends? They were turning around when…

“Damn, you’re pretty good at not finding dead ends, you know that? I’ve been waiting for you to get yourself stuck in one for the longest time. Much easier than chasing you around everywhere, don’t you think?”

Hero leaned against the wall, smiling, as if they were old friends catching up instead of old enemies, one about to be caught by the other. Villain inhaled sharply. No! Hero can’t be here already! They had hoped… well, they had hoped to escape, even though the chance was so slim. They’d thought they’d be able to make it.

Hope was a fickle thing. There, and then gone. There, and then taken away.

They tried to stop their trembling—ineffectively—and mustered a wobbly grin. “Maybe you should stop chasing after me like a deranged fangirl altogether.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Yes, Villain would like that very much, actually.

They didn’t answer.

Hero stepped closer, and closer, and closer. Villain grin fell completely, and they backed themself against the wall. Their breaths came quicker and quicker, until they barely felt as if they were getting any air at all. Their lungs burned, and so did their eyes.

“St-stop.”

Hero did not.

“Aw, scared of a little fangirl? The big bad villain can do better than that, I hope.”

Villain sobbed, words failing them as they slowly fell to the ground, their nightmare approaching them.

“Tell you what”—Villain looked up at Hero—“I’ll give you five more minutes to find your way out. Wouldn’t that be fun?” They could hear the amusement dripping from Hero’s voice.

Their eyes widened, tear tracks shining in the hallway lights. They could do that. They could work with that. They had to do it.

Villain scrambled to stand up shakily, eyeing Hero. They inched closer to the end of the hallway, closer to Hero, breath held. Then they were inching away from Hero, freedom closer but still so far away. Then they ran. Villain did not look back, didn’t need to. They had five minutes and they intended to use it.

Hope was a fickle thing, indeed.

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Gotta go fast!

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[northerngoshawk]

2022 Writing Year in Review

thank you @flameohotwife and @chocomd for the tag! great way to start a new year of writing is to look back 

1. Number of stories posted to Ao3: 15! most oneshots and drabbles, 1 that is a multichap still in the works

2. Word count this year: 75,791

3. Fandoms I wrote for: Avatar: The Last Airbender

4. Pairings: Aang/Katara

5. Stories with the most:

Kudos: i lost it all again (can you help me find it once more?), the second fic in my Katara-centric series

Bookmarks: dreamless dreams

Comment threads:  see the sky and sea (and remember me)

Word count: see the sky and sea (and remember me)

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): there’s a lot, but i guess i will have to say dreamless dreams, my platonic zukaang fic, since i really don’t like Zuko that much lol. he’s definitely not my fav, esp because of fandom, so it was a surprise to write this, and i’ll admit i was a tad worried i would write him ooc because of my own bias. but surprisingly enough, i’ve been told the way i portrayed Zuko in this fic is very very in-character for him and serves as exploration that most fandom would avoid, and the platonic zukaang was also something i never thought i would write but seemed to execute well haha. overall, i guess i’m proud of this fic because it’s a concept that’s out of my comfort zone that i think i’ve executed pretty well, haha

7.   Work I’m least proud of (and why): protecting you, which is a prequel to  where we're meant to be. i had a kind of hard time writing this, and if i look back on it now, it just seems... cheesy, almost? idk it’s just Aang whump so maybe i just feel it’s a little senseless lol.

8.   Share or describe a favorite review you received: i think my favorite review this year was actually from @chocomd and pertained to dreamless dreams! choco managed to understand all the underlying parallels i wrote into the fic and gushed how much she loved the way i wrote the platonic zukaang 🥺 before her review, almost no one was kudos’ing the fic, so i was wracked with so much doubt that i wrote it well, and with her review, it really helped ease my worries of oocness for Zuko & Aang.

9.   A time when writing was really, really hard: while i was in school as a STEM major lol. that should be self-explanatory.

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you: i already mentioned Zuko, but there’s actually two more characters i was surprised to write. one of them was Iroh from my Iroh & Lu Ten fic leaves let go (to fall from the vine). i never ever ever thought i would ever write Iroh, and he kind of intimidated me because he’s such a wise, complex character--there was no fathomable way i could write him well, or so i thought. i seemed to manage okay for this fic tho haha

the other character is Hakoda from my Hakoda Adopts Aang fic these sleepless nights we spend (waiting to come home). also a surprise because in canon, we don’t really see much of him on-screen, not to mention there’s a lack of interaction between him and Aang. again, never really thought i would ever write him, but here we are.

11. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

i have quite a few (and i’ve used them for other asks), so i’ll choose something a little different this time!

this excerpt is the ending section of going back, moving forward:

When Gyatso releases him and Aang finds himself at the doorstep of shadows, he only glances back one final time to see Gyatso nodding with approval, pride shining in his gray eyes.

(i will always wait for you)

When he finds himself walking down the dark hallway, he hears his friends, his family, all calling his name, all pleading with him to come back, come back, and he picks up the pace, rushing towards them.

(i'm coming, i'm coming)

When he sees the differently colored threads (green red navy cerulean) weaving their way towards him as the world falls away into darkness and shadows, he reaches for them, knowing that they're reaching out for him.

(i'm coming back for you)

When he wakes up in his friends' embrace, he lets himself melt into their love and worry and berating because they care, they care, and he almost can't believe he ever doubted it was the right thing to do.

(i'm here)

And when he grows and makes mistakes and matures and builds his own family and learns to live and laugh and love again, Aang finally understands what Gyatso meant all those years ago.

And it feels like coming home.

12. How did you grow as a writer this year: i definitely stepped out of my comfort zone a bit and wrote for characters i never thought i would write for haha. i’m also improving on describing scenery, especially as needed for my multichap lol

13. How do you hope to grow next year: to keep improving on describing scenery. i’m improving right now, but i still have ways to go. also to keep writing characters i never thought i’d write, step out of my comfort zone even more.

14. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc): @chocomd. we found out we have very similar tastes in the kind of stories we want to read & write, and so she’s been a huge encouragement, especially in a fandom where our specfic tastes aren’t exactly common. her comments especially on see the sky and sea (and remember me) and her eagerness to see its conclusion is really the only reason why i’m still writing this fic.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year: not really? i mean i lost it all again (can you help me find it once more?) stems from my own feelings of assimilation and not knowing my own culture. other than that, there aren’t any i can think that are truly from my core self; every other fic is just my exploration of canon content or mirroring of things i never have personally experienced. all of my fics have some form of myself in them anyways tho, so

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers: don’t be afraid to experiment and break rules of syntax, so long as it makes sense for the themes of the fic. i find the fics i love reading/writing the most are the ones that experiment to reflect the themes of the fic, the state of the character’s mind, etc. (also you can use that as an excuse in case someone gets mad at you 😉)

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year: definitely hoping to finish see the sky and sea (and remember me) this new year, but with the way the climax is playing out and the limited time i have, it could take a while lol. depending on if i get that done, i’m also looking into my 5+1 Aang fic about loneliness, a Katara MCD fic, a Sokka-centric fic that deals with masculinity, and a 5+1 Zuko-centric fic that deals with Zuko beginning to understand the effects of imperialism on the little people.

18. Tag some writers whose answers you’d like to read: @itsmoonpeaches @thinkingisadangerouspastime @justoceanmyth @shameaboutthedilettantism @kataangisforlovers and anyone else!

[saccharine-suffering]

I'm curious, how did Isaac become a bloodbag?

I was going to answer this normally- but I just love writing kidnapping scenes, so. Uh.

CW: Kidnapping, vampires, a little begging, mentions of hypothermia, mentions of car accidents, and I think this counts as human trafficking?

Around 600 words- short and sweet.

Isaac hadn’t seen a blizzard this bad in years. Snow drifts practically buried his car and the power had been out for around two hours now. Maybe he should invest in a backup generator, it might be like this all winter. Still, nothing he could do about it now. Reading by candle light isn’t as cozy as it might sound when it’s sub-zero outside and the central heating isn’t working. And just as he managed to get himself immersed in the story, there was a desperate banging on his front door. 

“What–” Isaac murmured to himself. What could possibly be out there? Cold struck through his body as he forced himself to leave his cocoon of blankets. He was still grumbling when he looked through the peephole, but his temperament quickly chanced to concern when he saw what was definitely a person shivering at his door. Before he could even think, the door was unlocked and flung open. 

“Oh- god, are- are you okay? What are you doing out here?” Isaac didn’t know how to react, was was he supposed to do in this situation. 

“Got in a car wreck… Mile away…” They spoke, voice as weak as you would think it would be. It was a very rural area, was this really the first salvation they could find? “Could I make a call? Please?” 

“Yes-! Of course, please come in!” Isaac gestured for the stranger to come into his home, “There’s blankets on the couch, please help yourself.” He said, handing them his phone. He was so amazed that this person could have walked a mile in that weather. Maybe it was some king od hysteric strength? He really didn’t know what to do. 

He ended up stepping out of the room, figuring it rude to evesdrop, as well as wanting to compose himself. Maybe he should call 911? That person probably has some form of hypothermia or frostbite. And while his thoughts were swarming, the lights flickered back on and the hum of the heater started up. Oh. Convenient. At least now they can wait for help in the warmth. He’ll go fix them a hot drink. That’s a good thing to do now that the power is back on. 

“Uhm. Would you like something to drink?” He asked as he walked back into the room where his surprise guest was. They tensed slightly and sat up more straight. Isaac felt a chill and he didn’t think it was from the cold this time. 

“Yes. I would love a drink.” They said, standing up from the spot they were sat. And for the first time, he got a good look at their face. His heart dropped into his stomach. Red eyes and fangs. Oh no. No, no, no, nononono–

Isaac stumbled backwards before the vampire he let in lunged at him. The struggle didn’t last very long, of course it didn’t. Supernatural strength pinned him to the ground and pushed his head to the side. 

“NO- Please, no, stop- please don’t hurt me!” Isaac fruitlessly struggled under their grip. 

“Oh, I would love to bite you,” Their fangs only barely hovered above the fragile skin of his artery. His heart was beating a million miles an hour and he hated thinking about how appetizing he must be right now. “But I can’t risk damaging the merchandise.” Their fangs pulled away and Isaac took a breath of confused relief. They grabbed his chin and forced eye-contact. 

“You’re going to sleep now.” They said. And Isaac felt compelled to let his eyes close. 

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(idk if y'all wanna be tagged in little prequel drabbles like this but just in case)

Taglist: @whumpsday @whumpyzombie

[lake-cosay]

@aniverous so here's my thoughts for my accident "au" (not quite and au cause it's purposefully canon-compliant but i cant decide whether i want it to be canon in my version of canon ya feel)

about 10 years after the train, jesse and lake are in their early-mid 20s, they go on a little day trip and are headed home. jesse’s driving and lake’s trying but struggling to navigate. it's already late, past 11pm, but that's okay because they're not more than a half hour from home (i think they'd still be living at home with jesse's parents and nate).

it's raining too, and it's hard to see the backroads in the wet dark. it doesn't help that they took a different way home, so they don't exactly know where they are. the rain picks up and turns into a storm, and lake tells jesse he should pull over and either wait it out or let them drive. jesse decides they're probably right so he starts looking for a safe place to pull over, but they're pretty much surrounded by trees, so they're not having any luck. just as jesse's about to cave and just kinda. stop and put his hazards on, a deer jumps out in front of the car, and he panics and swerves to avoid it.

and crashes head-on into a tree.

his legs get crushed by the car and a small fire starts in the engine, which slowly eats away at his legs. also because lake’s so heavy they get thrown over the dash and they break the windshield which sends glass into jesse’s face oops. goddamnit lake.

lake rushes out to help him, pries the metal away from his legs and pulls him out. he’s yelling in pain, lake realizes his clothes are still on fire, but they have to smother the flames to put them out, which means touching his legs, which means more pain. (jesse doesn’t remember any of this)

they have to go back to find their phone but they call 911 and help gets there within maybe 10 minutes. while they wait jesse is just kinda laying there wheezing in pain and shock, and hes desperately trying to hold lakes hand cause he feels like he's dying, but lake holds him tight, as comfortably as they can, and they keep repeating "i've got you."

the paramedics kinda try to separate them but lake refuses, never letting go of his hand. again, jesse doesnt remember anything BUT he is very clearly looking for lake’s hands throughout the whole ordeal. they get him loaded into the ambulance and he’s ever-so-painfully holding lake’s hand for support. lake’s brushing their hands through his hair and trying to distract him while the paramedics work. 

they take jesse right into surgery when they get to the hospital and lake experiences More Trauma and Flashbacks (because jesse’s hands being ripped out of theirs reminds them of the train) and crumbles to the floor, with jesse’s blood still all over their hands and clothes. lake is basically inconsolable. a nurse (alma, an OC who’s only here bc she fits in the role and i dont feel like making a new character) comes over and comforts them etc etc it only works because alma Gets It (shes got some trauma of her own). at first lake is very abrasive (back to their old self), but alma sees that really they're just scared, and she manages to calm lake down enough that they can call their family.

i will get to the rest soon i promise, i've got a drabble or two from here. also i should come up with a tag for this but idk what it should be. feel free to lmk what you think, but keep in mind thats just like the beginning of the story and i drfinitely missed some details

[ryukyuin]

byi/rules!!

1.) BASIC DNI CRITERIA

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2.) Anti-Proship

Loving reminder that proship means that you don’t harass people over fiction. It’s only a stance on harassment and censorship, and it doesn’t mean you have to like what I do or that I personally approve and enjoy what everyone else does! Quote from fanlore:

"The pro in pro-shipper means for, to contrast with the anti in anti-shipper (anti meaning against). However, possibly due to Fannish Osmosis, in some parts of fandom, the pro in pro-shipper has come to be understood as short for problematic instead.[5][6][7][8] Due to this new definition, many fans (mainly on Twitter) started to insert proshippers in their DNI lists because they do not want any type of contact with problematic ships These fans may also use the term "proship" as a noun to refer to the problematic ship that the proshipper allegedly supports. Others have incorrectly osmosed the word proshipper to be synonymous with pedophile."

So like. Yeah! Dances around. I don't fw most "problematic ships" but I just need pookies to know the actual definition of the term they are using before they start rallying hate mobs.

Fiction DOES affect reality, and you should be aware enough of that to cultivate your own online experience and use the function of blocking/filtering tags, blocking people, and your own common sense to make sure that you stay safe and everyone has fun!!

(Also if ppl block me bc they misunderstood I will scream and wail and sob /lh, DM/toss an ask if you have any questions!!)

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3.) If you can't follow the Three Laws of Fandom/think Dark Media/Dead Dove: Do not Eat/Whump/Yandere enjoyers are normalizing what they are writing about, also shoo. Not the place for you.

I feel like this explains itself, esp since I kinda talked about it above. Please cultivate and foster the online experience you want, follow proper online social etiquette, and realize that just because I find Shaiapouf attractive doesn't mean I want him to gut and eat me in real life. (Most likely. Probably. Maybe. If he asks REALLY nicely and bats his little boytwink lashes and gayass wings /sillyj)

4.) Do NOT compare me with other writers.

They are them and I am me and we both deserve our own little gold sticker stuck to our forehead! I think it's important everyone gets the recognition they deserve and I've been inspired by SOSO many writers on here, so make sure to go send support where deserved!

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WILL WRITE:

JJK, KNY, MHA, GI/HSR, HxH!! Mostly Phantom Troupe + Harbingers + Sampo + Satoru and Suguru + Shouta and Hizashi but like. Throw some crumbs through the tray slot, if I'm interested I will respond.

Yandere/Dark Fiction, reader-inserts, minor character death, non-con/dub-con slash hesitant? (doubtful of my writing skills to bring that justice), body horror/gore, dr**ging, etc...... idk I wanna flap my gay little wings and see whatever horrific shit I come up with /lh

WILL NOT DO:

Detailed pregnancy. I just can't man I don't want kids get those little HEATHENS OUTTA THERE!! I'll consider asks about it/drabbles but don't expect like an entire oneshot about it unless a hybrid AU takes me into a fucking chokehold. Then I might be doomed!

OCs, detailed requests, character/character requests (I can't say character/character as a whole I can feel Satosugu + the other homosexuals beaming lasers into the back of my head), oooomegaverse? Hybrids are neat-o to me but. I think I have Omegaverse PTSD I'll be real, come back when there's a more stable system/lore and less breeding.

SELF-HARM/SUICIDE IS A NO-GO!! Idk not only is it not fun for the reader/mc to just fucking. Croak. Self-harm is just not the way for me I don't think!! I MIIIGHHHT consider it but really don't get any hopes up.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW TO TAG SOMETHING IF IT IS TRIGGERING!! I WILL NOT BE MAD I AM JUST VERY FORGETFUL!! Idm if you ask tbh it honestly helps me find my own stuff once I go back, so win for everyone.

[butterbeerblurbs]

[tag: 1+1 drabbles] Hi! So I had thought of this phrase association : 14 - Stuck together for a long period of time // 37 - “You’re stuck with me, like it or not.”. Maybe angst (like a couple argument during the lockdown idk?) to fluff because I am a softies but i need to feel pain .... Thank u, I love your work <3

oof, how fitting with the pandemic and being in lockdown! you got it dude!!! again, i’m a bigass softie, so of course this gotta be filled with fluff! and thank you for the sweet words babe! i hope you like this one! >:) 💞

a small little drabbles game based on this list! [web masterlist] | [tag: 1+1 drabbles]

situation: 14 - stuck together for a long period of time sentence: 37 - "you’re stuck with me, like it or not.” [modern!au]

for the longest time since the start of the lockdown, it had been heaven on earth with freddie. living together, cooped up in your little paradise. almost every night could be date night. of course, with good there’s bad. there had been a few hiccups along the road, considering no relationship is a walk in the park. 

one of those hiccups... was now.

it started with a comment about your cooking–meant to be taken as a joke–but it still felt personal. most days, your humor channel matched fred’s if not more. on the wavelength that many couldn’t fathom. today, it felt a little uncalled for and that’s why you’ve isolated yourself by sitting outside by the balcony alone. a so-called ‘time out’ spot the two of you negotiated that should be left for one.

that is, until the other decides to show up.

you hear a knock on the door but refuse to budge from where you sat near the railings. eyes skimming through the city’s outline and the sun just setting. then the door creaks to an open, fred slipping through the crack to sit next to you. you turn the cheek a little, watching as he slides a glass of orange juice as a peace offering.

“you know,” he starts off softly, “you’re stuck with me, like it or not,”

“so... you gonna talk to me?”

slowly, your hands reach out to grab onto the cup of juice, taking a sip and allowing the citrusy taste trickle down your throat. you had been silent with fred for almost an hour, close to two now since his comment. when you’re angry and frustrated, it was better to cool off than to say things you would regret and could never take back–and fred appreciated this about you... even if every ticking second without your presence made him feel empty.

"darlin’,” he murmurs delicately, capturing your gaze as you look at him. he takes this moment to reach for your juice, peeling it from your hands so he can have your hands to hold, “please? i wanna hear your voice,”

you let out a sigh, reluctantly shifting to face him better and he takes advantage of you giving in. he gives your hands a squeeze and immediately, you start to crawl over to him until you’re seated between his legs. his arms wrap around you as you press your cheek to his chest, your arms slithering around his torso to hug him just as tight.

“i didn’t like it when you commented about my cooking...” you feel him nodding, his chin atop your head as he hums in response, waiting for you to continue. “i spent time and effort cooking it and i just didn’t like it when you tried to make jokes about it. i’m fine if it’s constructive criticism but i might’ve taken it personally when you tried to joke with me back there,”

he lures you back so he can use a hand to cup your cheek. he leans down to brush noses with yours; the act so gentle, it’s making your heart flutter.

“i know it was a joke but... i don’t like it very much,”

“then that’s all you need to tell me, hm?” he watches you blink at him a couple of times before you nod, nuzzling your cheek into his touch.

“i’m sorry, darlin’. i didn’t mean for it to come across that way. i’m very grateful that you cook for me. hell, you could make me an egg on toast and i’d still appreciate it. so don’t take whatever i said to heart, okay?” fred dips down to press a soft kiss to your lips. he smiles when you do, eyes sparkling back at yours tenderly. 

“i’ll lay off with the jokes, hm?”

“that would be great, freddie,”

“there’s my pretty girl,” he grins, leaning forward to kiss your cheek before he tucks you back into his arms. you feel yourself feeling light again, able to rest easy against fred’s body.

“...but it was a good joke, right?”

“don’t push it, fred weasley,”

“my lips are sealed.”

[grippingbeskar]

thanks for the tag!!! i luv talking about myself HAHAH @sturkillerbase

1) How many complete fics/one shots do you have that you have not published (yet)?

I have like 5 fics I could post if i edited them i just havent had time fml but I would call them finished

2) How many WIPS do you have right now?

Seven fml HAHAHAH

3) Do you take writing requests or write original ideas, or both?

Both! I have a lot of ideas but theres a couple of fics that have been inspired by requests, they usually take a little longer for me to write though bc i have no idea where to take them hahahah

4) If you do take requests, how many do you currently have?

I think I have two?? 

5) How many fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and Star wars r what I know best so 2? tons of charatcers in those worlds i feel like its enough

6) Are there any fandoms you wrote for in the past that you no longer write for?

I was a massive one direction fan, but I wouldnt call what I posted actual writing HAHHA thank fuck its all deleted now

7) Do you write for ships, reader inserts or other?

reader inserts mostly, maybe i should expand idk

8) Niche fandoms/characters you write for?

I do have a draft for Javi from Narcos is that counts?

9) Do you read fics as well as write them?

omg of course

10) What is your favorite genre to write for?

i want them to fuck. but with proper build up HAHHAH

11) What is your favorite trope (to read/write)?

hurt/comfort always omfg.

12) What do you do to get motivated to write?

I have no idea, it literally will come to me at random times when im day dreaming and ill just be like holy shit write this down 

13) Is there a trope/genre you like to read, but not write?

i cant think of any rn, anything i dont write is usually also things i dont read

14) Any characters/fandoms you want to write for that are never requested?

hmmm maybe more mcu characters??? 

15) How long have you been writing fanfiction?

nothing serious before a few months ago

16) Did you read fanfiction before you started writing?

omg i literally did nothing else HAHAHA

17) Do you only post on Tumblr, or any other sites as well?

yep just here! i might post on ao3 at some point but so far just here

18) What do you personally consider the word counts of “Drabble”, “One shots” and “fics”?

i feel like my standard for myself is different, but for a drabble anything like 500-700 words, one shot would be over 1k and then fic like anything over 5k??? mine are always longer tho idk i cant shut up 

19) Which do you prefer to write more? HC, drabbles, oneshots/fics, multi chapter stories, other?

one shots i think

20) Are there any stories you have discontinued? If so, why?

nope! my only series is on a lil hiatus but only bc i have no idea what to do next hahah

21) What is one of your main “pet-peeves” as a writer on Tumblr?

hmmmm i feel like the whole reblog/like ratio maybe?? i dont write anything for the likes or reblogs, but fics can reach a ton more people who might like it/give feedback if you reblog instead!!! support ur fave writers!!!

22) Do you write at a particular time of day?

usually at night/late afternoon

23) Do you listen to music, ambiance/noise, etc. to write or do you need silence?

i legit have tv shows on in the background. my mind can never concentrate unless i have like a thousand things happening at once hhaha

24) Do you outline your fics at all before writing?

nope we wing it out here

25) Do you post your writing as soon as you finish it, or do you schedule it to come out at a specific time/day?

usually i post right before i go to sleep because thats when i finish, but i dont really keep to a schedule or anything

tagging anyone who wants to do it!!!! tag me in urs i wanna read about all u beautiful ppl <3

[flowerwrites06]

crystal rainbow — knj + jjk

Plot: Namjoon confronts the rainbow fairy in his favourite library. 

Pairing(s): Fairy!Jungkook x Monster!Namjoon 

Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+

Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series

Word Count: 2.4k

Genre: Fantasy AU 

Tags & Warnings: tentacle sex, cum inflation (there’s a lot of cum), rough sex, pet names (master mostly), crying, begging, dom!namjoon, sub!jungkook, this is still the filthiest piece i’ve never written idk if i should be proud or worried 

Authors Note: yes this is a repost that I’m using for the Pride Month June prompt that @thebtswritersclub​ is holding cause I am a ✨shitty member✨ but I genuinely loved this fic and didn’t want to rot in my folders forever so hope you enjoy! And Happy Pride! 

He never understood what rainbows were for until he met him. One gloomy day inside the library when he caught the boy sitting at the final aisle with his head buried in a book. He always wore the brightest sweaters despite his shyness. Today it was a baby pink. His hair always that deep chocolate brown and his eyes, an ethereal rainbow hue.

Namjoon researched a lot on Faeries during his college years. A particularly type was a Rainbow Faery. Usually the love child of a Storm and Sun Faery though less powerful. They didn’t have wings and they could only really create rainbow reflections. Sometimes these faeries would even be considered bad luck or a runt of the family because they provide no useful contribution to the world.

In a way Namjoon knew exactly how that felt. Perhaps not a runt of the family but someone different with seemingly no use; just different.

Today he walked to the last aisle and greeted the beautiful faery, sitting down on the shelf just in front of him. Namjoon found out his name was Jungkook. Without forcing too much conversation, the male simply opened his own book and started reading with him.

His heart thumped against his ribcages seeing the man he had been admiring from afar now sat so close to him. Jungkook had seen Namjoon in history classes always with the best presentations and in music, the best production projects. He always wanted to chat with him but the male seemed to always stay distant with everyone.

A while ago, on a faithful day Jungkook sort of understood why. He caught Namjoon in a rather compromising situation behind a school building; the most beautiful crystal tentacles appearing from his pants glimmering a little as he tried to give himself an orgasm. Unfortunately Namjoon seemed to find it hard to do so on his own. At least from what Jungkook remembered before he ran away blushing furiously.

Now that he saw Namjoon sitting right in front of him, Jungkook couldn’t help but remember that sight again. His cheeks burning terribly as he tried to bury his head into his book.

“I saw that.” Namjoon smirked.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be.” He closed his book, his interest piquing something else now. “You know, I did notice you catching me that day.”

Jungkooks ears deepened into a reddish hue even though a smile still graced his small, adorable lips. “Why didn’t you call me out?”

“Why would I?” Namjoon tilted his head. “Would you have helped me?”

The younger male tried to hide in his book again. Warm tickles of excitement jolted through his body making his breathing a little heavy and ragged. “Maybe.” His voice was so meek but Namjoon made sure to catch every word.

“Maybe isn’t a yes.”

“Yes.” It felt freeing saying it without inhibition. Jungkook had been curious to see them again. Even it was just once. As if Namjoon had been reading his mind somehow, he felt something ride up his jeaned thigh causing his length to stir. Rainbow eyes flickered down to see one, gorgeous crystal appendage slither up until it stopped at his sweater.

Namjoon watched his pretty lips curl up into a grin as he closed his book and focused on the part of him he never showed to anyone. Somehow there was this aura built around Jungkook that made him feel safe. Like he could trust him in full vulnerability. The world stopped for a moment when he noticed the faery thrum his fingers in the air before he saw them. Rainbow reflections shining and glimmering against his tentacle almost like Jungkook was marking him as his own.

“It’s beautiful.” He muttered, carefully caressing the appendage causing Namjoon to hum in delight. Jungkook gasped lightly when it began to sneak up his shirt; it felt warm and soft against his bare skin. “Would you like me to help you now?”

Namjoon couldn’t seem to stop trailing his tentacle around his torso, cheekily brushing against his nipples to see him jerk a little. “I don’t just have one.”

“I know.” Jungkook whispered, a ghost of a smile gracing his ethereal features. “I counted.”

“And you still want it?” He traced it down his happy trail and rested atop his stiff crotch.

“Yes.”

Books now forgotten, Namjoon led the pretty faery into his dorm room.

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“You’re sure about this?” He still asked even though it wasn’t hard to see the younger male practically squirming on the floor in front of him.

Jungkook bit down a whine threatening to escape his lips as he clasped his fingers together and pressed down on his crotch. “Please…I-I haven’t stopped thinking about it..”

Namjoon raised a brow, eying him with curiosity. He was ready to burst yet so obedient. Thinking about ruining all of that innocence caused a strong stirring between his legs. “Take off your clothes then, pretty.” He felt accomplished seeing the clear redness on his ears and cheeks.

Not wasting a single second, Jungkook pulled his oversized sweater off him revealing his torso softened from the lack of working out. Then he moved to unbutton his pants, pushing them down and nudging it away.

“Boxers too.” Namjoon voice was as soft as his expression, admiring every inch of his skin. Untouched. A black canvas ready to be painted with all the sin he could inflict on him.

Rainbow hued eyes flickered up at him, round and pliant as he hooked his fingers at the hem of his boxers, shedding them to the side and sitting bare on the floor of the bedroom. His erection already a little uncomfortable, raised up against his lower belly.

“You’re so ready, aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Master.” Namjoon narrowed his gaze, examining his reaction closely to see if he was comfortable. “Can you call me that, sweet thing?”

“Yes, Master.” The nickname rolled off his tongue easily. There were many names Jungkook imagined to call him. Sometimes he would utter sinful ones when he reached a blurry high alone.

“Good.”

His ears pricked up hearing a belt unbuckling until a light thud on the floor. Seconds past before he felt them first. Jungkook kept his head down, feeling a soft tendril trace up his torso and another down his back causing a heated tingle in his belly.

“Look at me.” Namjoon demanded. A third tentacle coming up to his chin to meet his rainbow glistened eyes. “Did you want this?”

Jungkook let out a pleased sigh as a forth tentacle slithered up his thigh. “Yes, Master.” He gulped down, fifth tentacle wrapping around his leg. A sixth one wrapping around his other and spreading them apart until his legs couldn’t go any further. The younger male almost stumbled back but two more wrapped around his arms to keep him up. His entire body completely submitted to his favourite creature.

“What’s this?” Namjoon smirked seeing the little pink glimmer between his ass cheeks. The ninth tentacle moved towards the butt-plug, gently pulling it out. A light squelch filled the heated air making him hum. “You like it stretched, don’t you?” He noticed the thick girth of the plug before watching Jungkooks’ chest rise and fall, gaze darkening. “I asked a question.”

“Y-Yes, Master.” He whimpered, walls fluttering around nothing as one tentacle brushed over his leaking slit making him jerk. The crystal tendril wrapped around the base of his cock, slowly stroking up and down, spreading his arousal over his entire length. One tentacle moved from his back to his jawline, swiping across before sneaking in between his lips. Jungkook moaned as he slacked his jaw, allowing it to slither deep down his throat while he sucked.

Two tentacles brushed across his nipples earning a whine from the faery. One prodded at his entrance, pushing in without warning as Namjoon admired the way Jungkook trembled, moans vibrating through his body.

“Yes, sweetheart…” He whispered, relishing his pleased whine. “Tight, sloppy little hole…you feel that?”

Jungkook hummed feeling the tentacles move deep inside him, a bulge protruding from his belly as his walls clenched around him.

“That’s a good boy.” Namjoon muttered, a second tentacle slithering inside, stretching him further. Warm arousal flowing out of his tips and staining Jungkooks skin. Both tentacles thrusted into the faery, one precisely brushing against his sweet spot while the other moving as deep as possible into him until Jungkooks eyes rolled to the back of his skull.

He sucked him with so much enthusiasm, gagging around him, spit dripping down the sides of his mouth. Teary eyes fixated on Namjoon, watching his face contort in pleasure. All of his groans reached Jungkooks ears making him increase his pace as a tentacle around his cock tightened.

His nipples glistened with Namjoons iridescent arousal before one tentacle moved to wrap around his neck. He pulled the tentacle out of Jungkooks mouth.

He let out a loud whine, pre-cum and spit smeared all around the bottom half of his face. Namjoon indulged and rubbed the tentacle over his lips watching him desperately lick every inch he could reach before Namjoon swiped the spit over his flushed cheeks. “Do you like Master making you dirty?”

“Yes, Master.” His sweet voice was so hoarse and beautiful.

Namjoon smirked and traced his drenched tentacle down his torso before prodding at his already full entrance. “I wanna see how much you can take.”

“Anything, Master.” Jungkook closed his eyes feeling both tentacles slosh inside him, unrelenting in their pace, the heat was unbearable. “Give me everything.”

Namjoon pressed a third tentacle into his entrance. God it was tight. He made sure to be a little careful but the thick arousal seeping from him allowed him bury deep inside. The bulge on his belly thickened. He was going to give him exactly what he asked for.

All three thick tentacles fucked into him, one still buried deep keeping him stretched, one feeling him out right up to his stomach before pulling out while the third drilled like he wanted to tear him apart. Jungkook would do nothing but thank him. “A-ah! M-mmaster y-yes!”

Namjoon had raised him from the floor, allowing gravity to keep pulling Jungkook down as he pounded into him. His juices squirt out of him at every thrust, two tentacles working at his pretty cock, stroking him feverishly while the other squeezed his scrotum. The pleasure of using the faerys body overwhelmed him to a point where his limbs trembled in desire.

His moans were shameless, reverberating against the walls and echoing to show how good it felt everywhere. “I-I love it, M-master..” Jungkook whined jerking his hips against the pulsing tendrils, thrusting into him hard that it could split him open, fiery shots of pleasure through his veins. “L-love it wh-when you destroy my h-hole…”

“Yeah?” Namjoon bit down his bottom lip moving the younger male so he could be closer to him. Namjoon hovered over Jungkook letting him rest on the floor against while one of his tentacles brought both his hands pressed over his head. The other moved back to his beautiful mouth stained with spit and sin. “I love destroying my little sweet.” He cooed admiring his little whine.

Jungkook began sucking for dear life, cock tight and pulsing as he felt the tentacles engorge inside him. Namjoon moaned shakily, orgasm hurdling towards the edge as all the tentacles twitched.

The younger cried against the tentacle as the three thrusting inside him began matching the same brutal pace. Body trembling from the thrusts as the tentacles blurred a little from the speed, abusing his sweet spot as tears streamed down his pre-cum stained cheeks. The two tentacles tightened to a death grip on his cock making the strokes harsher. His walls contracted, heat coiling and burning in his lower belly, moans ringing into incessant sobbing muffled against Namjoons tendril, choking him so he could cry more.

He loved it when he cried. Those pleasure infused tears, rainbow hued eyes trying his best to look at him but wanting to close to relish in the unbridled lust.

Tentacles engorged fully as Namjoon felt his body tremble again, heat bursting across his belly and limbs. In thick spurts, his cum coated all over Jungkooks legs and arms, down his chest and torso. That beautiful grown bulge in his belly, filled to the brim with his seed.

His vision blurred as the ecstasy ripped through the seams, hot pleasure ricocheting inside his making him quiver as his skin was painted with a mixture of their cum and completely flooded with Namjoons release. Jungkook swallowed the warm liquid, letting it travel down his throat until his cheeks were full of it.

He waited until his cheeks were completely taut before pulling the tentacle out. Watching the gorgeous iridescent waterfall flowing down his chin before Jungkook licked some off around his lip.

“Such a hungry boy.”

The younger looked down at his protruded belly, tightly full of cum. He let out a pleased hum, caressing over his belly.

“Press it.” Namjoon spoke, a hungry still glinting in his eye.

Jungkook giggled, spreading his legs so the view was perfect enough. Then he pressed gently. Moaning softly as he felt a puddle created under him, iridescent glimmering against the dark wood.

“God, you’re beautiful.” Namjoon noticed the younger reached down and thrust three fingers into his sloppy hole, allowing more of his cum to flow out of him. “Almost don’t want to clean you up.” He chuckled, kissing his knee.

Eventually Namjoon did carry Jungkook over to the shower to get them both cleaned up. The floor now wiped and sanitized before they dropped onto bed with a deep sigh of blissful relaxation.

Jungkook practically purred as he shifted to rest his head on the olders chest. “We can do that all the time…if you want.” He mumbled. “I know it was hard for you to do it on your own.”

“You don’t have to do it for that reason.” Namjoon spoke into his slightly damp hair, fingers brushing down his arm.

“No, no I-I want to do it all the time.” He instinctively tried to hide his face. “Do—do you want to?”

“Always. We can do it all the time…but only if you want it.”

Jungkook smiled up at the male, leaning in and pressing a kiss on his lips. “My Master.” He giggled.

He grinned. “Just Namjoon now.”

The younger bit down his bottom lip, wondering if it was appropriate to say it out loud at all but something jolted in his chest when he did. “My Namjoon.”

Namjoon knew what rainbows were for now. It was joy after darkness. Bliss after gloom. It was Jungkook. Jungkook was Namjoons rainbow. That was all the explanation he ever needed.

[lavienjin]

🌷 author's secrets: a tag game

rules ; post the top 5 works you're most proud of that you released this year (not necessarily your most popular), your top 4 current WIPs that you're excited to release in the new year, your top 3 biggest improvements in your writing over the past year, your top 2 resolutions (ways you wish to improve your writing/blog) for the new year, and your number 1 favorite line you've written this year!

note: also let me start by saying that i'm very proud of all the fics that are in my masterlist. i know i done good :) and these fics are not listed in any particular order (except maybe cruise control. that's my baby right there). finally, all these fics i'm listing ARE 18+. also this is long. because i have a lot to say. i'm a bit of a mouthy bitch

tagged by: @taegularities @parkdatjimin @amourtae & @mintkims ♥

tagging: @bratkook @sourkoo @lavienvante @wwilloww @madseok @vyduan @reliablemitten @illneverrecover @augustbutwinter @jikookiekosmos @dntaewithluv @sunshinerainbowsbts @chemicalpink @chateautae @sugasbabiie @kookskingdom @jimilter @knjsnoona @joonscypher @agustdealer @minyfic @rosiekoo @jeonjcngkook @kimtaehyunq @yeoldontknow ++ anyone else that wants to do it.

— 5 works i'm most proud of:

cruise control - this one hands down. it's so fucking hard to write a fic based on a time period and the amount of research i did on this guy was enough for me to write 13k words of it lmao. definitely the most challenging fic for me, but also one of my favourites. can you just imagine driving down a stretch of highway, the top of the convertible car you rented open, hair flowing with the wind, and with namjoon by your side? yeah. that's the inspo

esse tuus - two words: incubus jimin. but also i played around with my writing style for this fic. it's so much more? poetic? than my usual smut pieces. also, one of my absolutely favourite lines i've ever written exists here.

et sic incipit - i have a thing for demon aus, can you tell? anyway, this one started it all for me and is the reason why i'm doing a intertwined universe with the other five remaining boys. it's also the fic where i started describing places more since this fic takes place in multiple (2) settings. also the time when i started paying attention to where the hands go when it comes to yknow. fucking.

it's you all along - i've never wrote a soulmates au before and i think i popped off ngl!!!! i probably would love to write another soulmates au one day (not starring these two necessarily). if i had to present my writing to someone, i think i'd be handing them this fic because it's just quintessential moon™

thinly veiled desires - sub!ot7 :) my first major "challenge" to fit smut in as little words as possible while having one major theme: a blindfold. it was definitely a challenge for me when it comes to wrecking my brain for ideas that involves a blindfold without repeating the same thing over and over again. you can't make me choose a favourite from this drabble list. it's SIMPLY impossible.

— 4 current WIPs that you're excited to share:

note: idk when i'm going to post these and the title + story is subject to change but i made some pretty banners and it'd be a shame for me not to use them >:C

diss tract - sope x reader | smut :)

guess who? - ot7 x reader | smut :)

summary: You're the most sought-after entertainer in the House of Lust, but that doesn't mean your management should let seven men stroll in for a session, no matter how much money they have saved up.

hybrid jin idk what the fuck to call this one tbh the curse that binds us together - ksj x reader | angst :( royalty, hybrid, fantasy au | series!

summary: If the Gods played favourites, they gave all the luck in the world to Seokjin. Not only was he blessed with an abundance of wealth and a handsome face, Seokjin was also the newly appointed Crown Prince who will someday rule the kingdom. But that all changes when the physicians find that he’s developing symptoms for a rare genetic disease that traps shifters in their beast forms forever. All of a sudden, Seokjin must travel to find the seemingly impossible cure, and leave the throne without a king. It’s a race against time; will the illness catch up to him and leave him without an ounce of humanity? And even if he does miraculously return, will the kingdom welcome him with open arms?

love ain't a business - jjk x reader

technically, she's out right now, but i am writing the rest of the series as we speak so i can start posting more regularly soooooo :D

3 improvements in writing

descriptions, descriptions, descriptions - expanding more on what the characters see, feel, touch, etc. is a big one for me. but also thanks to @kithtaehyung, i know have a love for thirds when it comes to repetition in fics :) it's great! (also check out her works or else)

author voice - she's often elusive, but i think i have a pretty solid author voice ++ writing style now that i've written so much!

planning - i think this is a massive one. ever since i started cruise control, i really tried to piece together how the story unfolds. i don't always write down every. single. thing i plan out, but i do have a clearer outline in my fics (i feel like you can also see, err, read the difference between my recent fics vs the ones i posted in the very beginning when i first started this blog pen pals with benefits for example 😔)

2 resolutions

say 'no' more often - i gotta learn to manage my workload yall. now that i do streaming, learning korean, work full-time, writing has to take a back burner. i'm by no means sacrificing my writing, but if i keep on saying 'yes' to collabs without planning my year out, i won't be able to write anything.

keep writing - even if it's 5 words or 1,000; i gotta keep going. kinda ties in to self-confidence? i need to be better at going 'holy shit yeah, moon, you can write' because i think you can tell when i feel the fantasy of a fic or if i don't

1 favourite line

okay first of all, how dare you, because i wrote an entire masterlist's worth of fics. that's 38 individual works (not counting the msk drabbles + all the work i put into the summer games with @btscreatorscorner), which totals to 204,596 words (according to ao3) in ~9 months. to make me choose just ONE line is criminal >:C

but...

No, because should the sun ever die and total darkness swallows the earth, you’ll still be able to recognize that face in the sea of shadows.

-- love ain't a business (1)

aaaaaand. that's it. thanks so much for reading through this, what the fuck. seriously, this was such a fun introspective journey down memory lane. i'm not 10000% satisfied with where my writing is at currently (aren't most authors?) but i'm sure that will only be better as i continue to develop my craft. i would love to read through this again next year to see if something's have changed! without further ado, have a great start to 2022 🥂

[jean-does-not-have-a-horseface]

I HAVE AN IDEA FOR CHRISTMAS! So, Levi and reader having to travel for Christmas break and their plane seats are next to each other both both of them want the window seat?? Tho idt if Levi will argue over it, BUT maybe their kids are arguing over it 👉👈

This is honestly just a fun little drabble 👉🏻👈🏻

Pairing: established!Levi/Reader

Tags: fluffy, ackerbabies heaven once again

Airplane

"Mommy can I sit by the window?"

Bubbly gray eyes pleaded into to yours as thin baby lips puckered with hidden enthusiasm. Squinting your eyes you managed to let out a huff before you put on a reassuring smile to throw at your daughter's direction; you could already smell the commotion that was just about to happen. Not being ready to deal with it though, you crouched down in front of your youngest, taking care not to disturb other passengers and placing a kiss on her forehead in the process.

"We talked about this Kou, didn't we?" You said, worrying her chubby cheek between your thumb and pointer finger.

"Yes, but," Kuchel chewed the inside of her cheek as she trailed her words "but I want to mommy."

"Wait. Mommy I want-"

Biting your lip, you turned to the direction of the tiny voice. Tony stared into you, fidgeting with his fingers on a manner similar to Kuchel as he rocked his body back and forth. You could have laughed. Scratch that- you should have laughed at how cute he looked while choking down his words in order to ask you this simple question, but you knew better than to do that, invalidating their feelings wasn't something you could ever consciously do to your babies.

"Look here babies," you spoke up, offering your hands to both Kuchel and Tony to grab onto "there's six of us and only two seats by the window."

"Bu-but dad said-" Tony shyly started once again.

You sighed, tightening the grip of your palms on your children's. You blinked twice and shot another understanding smile to their direction, although this time they resented looking directly at you. Thus by removing your hands off of theirs you went to bump on their little pointed noses softly enough to intricate a sounding giggle.

The kids puckered the tips of their noses in response, unable to keep their small laughter to themselves. Smiling upon your success you noticed how they fixated their gazes on you once again, this time, even more hopefully than before.

"Remember how we all agreed for mom and dad to sit by the window so you wouldn't fight over it?" You said, voice tainted in sweetness and understanding, earning furious nods by both children. "And Kurt and John didn't fight at all, if you come to your seats we'll wave at them, alright?"

"Alright Mommy."

As their lips pressed onto thin smiling lines you let out a huff of relief through your nose.

"Okay maybe we'll switch every two hours, does that sound better?"

Taglist: @sasageyowrites @levisbrat25 @berrijam @ladyofpandemonium @ackermans-freedom-inc @hawkssnugget @alrightberries @nobody-knows-anymore @callmepromise idk if I'm forgetting anyone I'm so bad at this sjsjshshhs