Sorry In Advance Because I Read This On A Break From Lesson Planning About Literary Analysis And I Think

Sorry in advance because I read this on a break from lesson planning about literary analysis and I think it crept in a little OOPS.

We see a lot of BTS, but it is still limited by the camera. Yet, this interpretation of Joon felt so raw. I think we forget how fragile all of the boys’ confidence is. When the story got to the part about moving in, I was thinking “here come the quirky dislikes.” I was surprised to see Namjoon exhausted by trying to interpret Her, but it made sense once I asked myself “why?”

Every interview and docuseries has a moment where Joon is concerned about his performance, the group’s progress, the future. He’s constantly thinking of small things, how everything rests on him. This fits so well for him to be worried about being his best and feeling like he is under the “spotlight” of her. His concerns seemed to match the little hints of his character we get in the more personal Bangtan clips.

It’s strange to say that I feel like I learn more about BTS when I read fanfiction, because it is as it reads: fiction. Yet some authors’ works have me guessing deeper into who the boys are, examining their characters in new ways, and I feel like I’m understanding them better even in these hypothetical, fantasized situations. There are parts of their character I ignore or am not paying close enough attention. Reading the works of others who catch things I miss makes their work more enjoyable and also feels like I’m becoming a better fan, in a sense.

Where the hell are all these similes coming from recently? How did you compare someone’s worried thoughts to a rotisserie, making me picture a grocery store deli, and I still was invested? Also, imagining Joon’s thoughts popping like a water balloon while he’s in the shower, gushing out of him along with the water falling off his body, all of it going down the drain, was solid. And a fucking forest metaphor? A FOREST METAPHOR FOR NAMU?

“Real talk, I don’t know if I could be this Y/N” I thought four or five times. I know I’m doing exactly what Namjoon is doing– thinking he’s not enough. In a way, it’s introspective. I think I can’t be this Y/N, but what we are seeing is the viewpoint of someone completely in love with her. When I look back at the scenes, she is really only doing simple things. Wanting hugs, providing quirky comments when he’s anxious. We can all do this for someone and not know what it means to them, what they see. It’s kind of like a confidence boost, imagining that it’s easier than we think to be someone loveable.

Also, sassy Seokjin? Yes, yes, yes. He would fight for those discounts.

Her

Summary: As he makes the final tweaks to his vows on his wedding day, Namjoon reflects on all the ways his fiancée made him a better man.

Pairing: Namjoon x “Her,” his unnamed lady; guest appearances by Seokjin and Dahyun (Twice)

Genre: Fluff, angst

POV: 3rd person, Namjoon’s perspective

Word Count: 3,869

Warnings: Marriage!AU, all the feelings one experiences before their wedding, there may be tears

A/N: This story is part of Love Yourself: The Collab, a collection of stories to celebrate the one year anniversary of Love Yourself: Answer.

Excerpt:

Sitting on a small sofa in the corner of the room, he leafed through the pages, his eyes scanning over the phrases and recollections of their memories together, how she made him feel, and what he wanted to give her in return. The handwritten words looped along every line for several pages. The first thought Namjoon had was that he had too much to say, but he couldn’t bear to cross out anything. The words coated his feelings and gave them a voice. They were imprinted on his heart and he wanted her to hear them.

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Do you still read any bts au? Can you recommend one? 🥺🥺

Oomp sure :> here’s my favourites from the past year, hope you enjoy! 🤗 WAIT I just noticed you said one, ah well 🙈

BTS FIC RECS

to bear the storm by misspamela I Namyoonseok, a rapline ot3 coming of age fic. This one has childhood best friends, flatmates, endless pining, basically all the goods things

Summer Storms by beebalm l Namkook, Jungkook is struggling with unrequited feelings for a man in a relationship and Namjoon is trying to figure out what he wants in life. I loved this one for how realistic it felt :3

kiss me hard before you go by 777335 I Sope, Yoongi and Hoseok are childhood friends who live in a terrible apartment with Min Holly. They are also in love with each other. and bad at context clues.

Plus One by raplinelover l Yoonmin, Jimin doesn’t wanna show up forever alone to the three weddings he’s invited to, so he hires Yoongi to be his plus one. or: how many weddings does it take to fall in love with your fake date?

rest and recovery by themarmalade I Namgi, Yoongi is high as a kite on his post-surgery meds and Joon decides that’s a good moment to call him baby, this is fluffy af

Verified Amateurs [online now] by beebalm I Namgi, When you're broke, camming is a totally valid way to pay the bills. So what if Namjoon is giving up all of his gay firsts to his best friend every Saturday and broadcasting it to the world? He's 99% sure that it's going to be chill.

This week Next Time by fringecity (indiachick) l Vmon, Namjoon is stuck in a time loop and keeps reliving his birthday and the following week. It’s a beautiful mindfuck :)

No Spell Can Cure Shyness (except maybe love) by maia_archives I Yoonmin, Yoongi has a crush on witch boy Jimin. Painfully shy and (un)smooth as he is, he decides the best way to approach this Jimin person is in the form of a cat.

Take my hands now by Aguacates l Namkook, Joons falls for single dad Jungkook, lots of adorable dorkiness follows

creatures from above by anomalous (pardon) I Seokjin and Hoseok are aliens who’ve been sent to earth to gather data. Hasn’t been updated for a long while, but it’s a hilarious concept and worth a mention :’))

Okay yes I know my to-read list is like 200 fics long but I’ve been working on Spanked’s sequel and saw more sub!Jungkook so I SKIPPED AND READ THIS OKAY YOU SHOULD TOO because we have yet another fic that took the time to include AFTERCARE AND CUDDLES.

Guided

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Sub Jungkook smut

Warnings: Guided masturbation, Noona kink

Word Count: 1035

Hello all! This little devil started with me sending this concept to my friend, and she pestered the shit out of my until I agreed to post it. A bit of editing later and here we are. Thank you to @jeonjagiya for always inspiring me to be a better writer and also for giving me some advice on this particular drabble. :’)

“Slower, Jungkookie.”

You lived for those moments. Moments when you told him exactly what to do and how to touch himself. When his veiny hand tightly gripped at his aching cock and his head was thrown back to expose his glistening neck. The sight of his half lidded eyes as you commanded this grown man’s every move made heat swirl in your belly.

The guys would be home soon, and you both knew that. But there was an exhilarating thrill in him sitting with his sweats around his ankles twenty feet from the front door. They could walk in at any moment. You knew Jungkook liked a thrill.

His lower lip released from between his teeth and faded from colorless back to swollen red. A grunt caught in his throat. Eager hips chased his fist as he forced himself to stroke at half-time, “Yes, Noona.”

You watched him hungrily as his pink fingers tugged at his slick-covered dick. It was unclear if the rosy tinge to his cheeks came from embarrassment or overwhelming arousal, but it was mouthwatering nonetheless. Your teasing fingertips ghosted across his chest. The neediest, most unabashed moan slipped between his lips when you tugged on his pebbled nipple.

He clenched his jaw, “N-need it faster, Noona. I–I need to cum–”

Smirking lips trailed along his jugular. You planted an open mouthed kiss against his fluttering pulse, “You’ll cum when Noona tells you to. Be good for me and be patient.”

He whined, long and broken. All he wanted was his sweet release. You’d been at this for nearly forty minutes. He’d been good. He’d followed your every word. His cock was weeping incessantly and sending shining, silvery rivulets of precum cascading down his length.

Your eyes flashed at the sight of him writhing and furrowing his brows, “Faster.”

“F-fast?” He panted through gritted teeth. “I can go fast?”

You kissed him on the cheek, “Yes, baby. Go fast. But you better not cum until Noona allows you.”

Before the words even came out of your mouth, Jungkook’s hand was a blur. His toned chest rose and fell in heady pants. Wet squelches echoed through the living room with every pass of his fist over his cock. It was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen—it made the Statue of David seem like a measly boulder.

Jungkook could feel heat building at the base of his spine, white hot and creeping forward until it nearly consumed him entirely. He was pretty sure a weak burst of precum spat from his slit at the urgent need to climax, but his eyes were screwed tightly shut, so he couldn’t be sure.

Noona said wait. Noona wanted him to wait. He had to be good. He had to obey. The hazy, floating feeling of subspace made him desperate to please you.

He let out a panicked cry at the intensity of the pressure in his abdomen. He was so fucking close. The only thing keeping him from tipping over the edge was the sheer grace of God.

“Noona! I’m—‘M gonna c-cUM!”

You pet his sweaty hair, “Almost there, baby boy. Almost there. A little bit longer. Just for Noona.”

Determination masked his flushed and contorted face as he fought the urge to let go.

You realized he couldn’t hear the sheer volume of his broken moans, and that fact made you want him in every sense of the word. You wanted to taste him. To feel him deep inside you. But having him was for another day. Today, he was under your control. You had to be stern. He needed it.

Harsh fingers yanked his head further back by the roots of his hair. You clenched at the wet rattle in his chest as he realized it was harder to catch his breath with his head tilted at that angle. Your teeth grazed the shell of his ear, “Cum for me, Jungkook. Cum for Noona.”

Nothing compared to his body’s immediate response. His back arched, ass completely raised off the couch. Every muscle in his body visibly jumped and rolled as his cock twitched. You could actually see the way his balls tensed and pulsed as he shot thick, white ropes of cum across his taut stomach and chest.

When he was spent, he lay slumped against the back of the couch. Beads of sweat dribbled down the sides of his face and neck.

A warm smile spread across your face at the sight of his thighs trembling. You leaned over to kiss his temple and wrap your arms around his shoulders, “You did so well, Jungkookie. That’s my good boy, you made me so proud.”

He smiled weakly and leaned into your touch.

You lightly scratched at his scalp, “I’m going to clean you up, okay?”

He nodded, breathing beginning to slow.

You glanced up at him as you sat on the floor between his legs to wipe at the drying cum on the trunk of his body. He watched you with tired eyes, lips slightly parted and pink-tinged cheeks fading slowly. You turned your head to kiss the inside of his knee before helping him pull his sweats back up his thighs.

“Missed a spot,” he clumsily reached for the tissue and wiped away a smear of his seed that made it up to his pec. He chuckled, “Guess it was good that I took my shirt off.”

“It’s always good when you take your shirt off,” you held out your hand to take the soiled tissue and walked into the kitchen to toss it. You grabbed him a bottle of water.

When you came back into the living room, he was sprawled out across the sofa. You handed him the water, which he accepted with noodle-arms and shaky fingers, and laid down beside him. He was warm and sticky and smelled like he just worked out for two hours.

You patted your chest, “C’mere. Cuddle me.”

Jungkook chugged the water and did as he was told, movements slow and lethargic. He laid his head on your chest, curling deeper into you as you began playing with his hair.  

“Thank you,” he looked up at you with innocent eyes. “I really needed that.”

Lez Talk: A Collection of Black Lesbian Short Fiction ( 2016 ) 

“A necessary and relevant addition to the Black LGBTQ literary canon, which oftentimes overlooks Black lesbian writing,

Lez Talk

is a collection of short stories that embraces the fullness of Black lesbian experiences.  The contributors operate under the assumption that “lesbian” is not a dirty word, and have written stories that amplify the diversity of Black lesbian lives.

At once provocative, emotional, adventurous, and celebratory, Lez Talk crosses a range of fictional genres, including romance, speculative, and humor. The writers explore new subjects and aspects of their experiences, and affirm their gifts as writers and lesbian women. 

Beginning with Sheree L. Greer’s “I Can’t Turn it Off,” a short, powerful tale imbued with socio-political undercurrents, the collection also includes work from Claudia Moss, LaToya Hankins, Lauren Cherelle, K.A. Smith, S. Andrea Allen, Faith Mosley, and Eternity Philops.”

Edited by S. Andrea Allen and Lauren Cherelle  

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I loved writing this story because it is a laugh after writing tense Namjoon stories last year!

Sexploration- You’re Crampin’ My Style

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

Genre: +18, Smut, Light Humor, established relationship

Warning/Tags: **This fic includes pain during sex that results in a visit to the ER. The cause is a poor reaction to sexual enhancers. Please read at your own risk if orgasm-less sex, pain during sex, or hospitals trigger you. Explicit Content, Explicit Language, Salesclerk Hobi returns, with a dash of shirtless Jungkook

WC: 6.8k

a/n: Wow, I feel like I’ve been in this collab for a year, but this is part of @peonybane‘s The Intimacy Project, found on @kpopanthologyprojects! This is a cautionary tale based on a true story that we used to tell clients who seemed too careless. Please read and review any product that you put in your body!

And, thank you so much to @wwilloww for betareading and @spicykoreantatertots​ for finishing the betareading so last minute! I greatly appreciate y’all taking the time to double-check the scenes and triggers.

“Hey, I know a solution for you and Namjoon’s little problem,” Katie, your office mate, says as you plead with the break room copier for the third time that day.

Her words drag you from your predicament, giving the hood an annoyed smack before launching to your feet in an instant, eyes darting to the open door before smacking her arm in the same way. “What did I tell you about talking about that stuff at work?”

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Things I thought I’d never read: Hybrid fics. For a long time, I thought hybrid and ABO were the same thing. I’m really glad that I stumbled across Lili’s work somehow to show me the difference.

As I told her, I got sucked in on accident. Her formatting makes it incredibly easy to read through her stories, breaking the information into small chunks and each bullet point has a specific purpose. It’s intentional, and I’m fascinated by it as I read. It’s somewhere between outlining and drafting. Something I’d consider incomplete in my own work yet here it’s crafted beautifully. I’m really interested in this unique take on the fanfic drama.

Okay, enough of my nerdiness. Besides being incredibly easy to read, this story is so sweet. The idea of a blind reader interested me. And really, you sometimes forget she’s blind. And if anyone has a blind acquaintance, friend, or family member, you know that’s very easy to do in real life.

The story varies POV. It helps develop each of the characters and connect them to the traits attributed to their hybrid characters. It took me a while to grasp the basics of hybrid fics, this whole “people own them and they are lesser.” There’s this inherent discussion of class struggle in these fics due to their premise, and it’s interesting to see how the Hoseok’s and y/n’s opinions and reactions to maltreatment shape their character.

And overall, (as someone who doesn’t know much about hybrid fics) the animal choices/embodiments were so cute and fun to read. I found myself joining others patiently waiting for updates on this story. I want to see how it goes down for this cute couple, and read more about this shy Hoseok compared to the usual Dom I imagine him as.

Call me Yours (Pt.1)

(Ot7 x Reader) (Hybrid au!) (Blind! Reader) 

(Sequel to Dance to this )

Summary: You never would have imagined that more love was hidden right next door, just over your garden fence. 

Pairings: (Human! Hoseok) x (Human! reader) x (Wolf hybrid! Namjoon) x (Dog hybrid! Seokjin) x (Cat hybrid! Yoongi) x (Tiger hybrid! Taehyung) x (Bunny hybrid! Jungkook) x (Cat hybrid! Jimin) 

Tags: established relationship, Polyamory, gratuitous fluff, there is very little angst in this chapter. 

W/c: 4.0k

- It starts with the bird feeder, 

- Or as Seokjin affectionately calls it ‘Yoongi TV’ or when Yoongi is being especially cute “Kitten TV” which makes him pout and grumble something about Seokjin being about as entertaining as a sea cucumber in a jellyfish exhibit. And makes Namjoon send Yoongi that little half smirk smile- so full of the wolf hybrid’s honeyed dimples that Yoongi just… sort of combusts.

- For being a bird feeder, the birdfeeder is exceptionally bad at feeding the birds and not the brown squirrels and little white striped chipmunks that gather and eat not only the seeds but also Namjoon’s very special heritage breed tomatoes.

- That doesn’t mean that Yoongi doesn’t sit by the door and watch it, making sure to chase them off with a “yah! Get away” and an open door to shout at them periodically. No matter what time of day it is, or if Seokjin is recording an episode of eat Jin, a Q&A, or an apparel announcement.

- His viewers of course make compellations of Seokjin sighing dramatically, yelling at Yoongi, and screaming back “brat! Would it kill you to be quiet?”

- No matter how much the squirrels and chipmunks eat- none of you can ever bring it in yourself to put out a trap or even some poison to get rid of the critters.

- You’ll always laugh; after all, you think it’s adorable when Yoongi’s tail goes all bottlebrush and swishes back and forth sometimes swatting your across the legs or side. In the past year, he’s gotten comfortable enough with you to consent to you wrapping a hand around his tail and stroking it a little before you let it flick out of your grip.  

- The Yoongi before would never dare to admit he liked cuddles. And now? now your morning ritual was for Yoongi to lean his head on your lap, though he does do the same to Namjoon and Seokjin- really it depends on who’s going to be the most likely to give him coffee with extra extra cream on that day. And you’re weak for Yoongi’s purrs. And the nudge of his nose against your hand as he mumbles. “So tired, need so much coffee”

- “Stop being cute” Seokjin will complain when Yoongi lines himself all snuggly along the line of your back in the morning, pouting into the thick fluff of your sweatshirt (the white one with cat ears that Yoongi had demanded you buy a few months ago when it was still cold enough that it was necessary) “I swear I’m not doing anything,”

- Even though that particular type of affection isn’t anything strange in this house- it is a little new for Yoongi, and the three of you are nothing if not respectful of his boundaries. 

- You’re happy with the little kisses he gives you in the stolen moments of the day, when you find yourself spooning Yoongi while you take a break from work, playing with his hands and talking to him about the music he plays on the little radio in the corner of the upstairs bedroom. 

- (The same one that he got the first month here, dragged out of the garbage somewhere, listening to the radio and dancing at 3 am when both of you can’t sleep. a Half asleep Seokjin and Namjoon knocking into each other when they stumble upstairs half asleep to ask after your absence in your bed downstairs. 

- You and Yoongi high on sugar screaming “I love this song!!!” Namjoon and Seokjin happily watching from the door, feeling like every last piece of their family was falling into place)

- They were wrong, there are 4 more pieces waiting to fall into place. you’d never imagined that love was waiting on the other side of the garden fence, the same fence that namjoon grew roses up. Meticulously strapped them to the trellis, the blossoms sweet smelling and soft against fingertips. 

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