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I dont know if you ever answer it but, I always feel stuck when I want to write how one character show their anger. Can you maybe share some to us how? But with dialouge and the describing feelings instead? Hehe I'm sorry and thank you! I hope this makes sense?
How to write anger
Why is the character angry?
feeling betrayed
feeling frustrated
feeling left out
feeling hurt
feeling misunderstood
feeling annoyed
feeling jealous
feeling like no one listens to them
feeling rejected
feeling powerless
feeling embarrassed
being worried
How does the character show it?
There are two options:
silently, trying to suppress it and not show it
openly and direct
Both options can be shown with different dialogue and with describing their body language.
Body Language
1. Silently, trying to suppress it and not show it
clenching their fists
pressing their lips on each other
breathing loudly through their nose
eyes getting smaller
clenching their teeth
clenching their jaw
looking away to calm themselves
speaking with clenched teeth
whole body is tense
2. Openly and direct
screaming
throwing things around
stomping
moving around a lot, can't keeping still
open body language, like they are ready to attack
frown wrinkles on their forehead
prominent veins
grabbing someone they are angry with to get them to understand why they are angry
becoming violent
non-stop talking, ranting
shaking their head
throwing their arms in the air
eyes either going from one point to another while ranting or completely fixating on the person they are angry with
Dialogue
Depends on the situation and what they are angry about, but it's important to say, that especially in the more manic phase of loud and open anger, it oftentimes happens that the characters say things, they wouldn't normally say and that they even want to take back later when it registered what they said. So let them go a bit wild with the way they talk.
Here are some dialogue prompts for a scene where people are fighting and being betrayed. And here are some posts that can help in a scene that has anger in it.
How to write emotional scenes
How to write an argument
How to write yelling
How to write betrayal
Hope this is helpful!
- Jana
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NEED HELP WRITING? (a masterlist)
I have likely not added many that I've reblogged to this list. Please feel free to roam my blog and/or ask/message me to add something you'd like to see on this list!
Synonym Lists
Look by @writers-potion
Descriptors
Voices by @saraswritingtipps
Show, Don't Tell by @lyralit
Tips & Tricks
5 Tips for Creating Intimidating Antagonists by @writingwithfolklore
How To (Realistically) Make a Habit of Writing by @byoldervine
Let's Talk About Misdirection by @deception-united
Tips to Improve Character Voice by @tanaor
Stephen King's Top 20 Rules for Writers posted by @toocoolformedschool
Fun Things to Add to a Fight Scene (Hand to Hand Edition) by @illarian-rambling
Questions I Ask My Beta Readers by @burntoutdaydreamer
Skip Google for Research by @s-n-arly
Breaking Writing Rules Right: Don't Write Direct Dialogue by @septemberercfawkes
Databases/Resources
International Clothing
Advice/Uplifting
Too Ashamed of Writing To Write by @writingquestionsanswered
"Said" is Beautiful by @blue-eyed-author
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My Baby Midoriya and Secretive Dating? Or, if you're not up to that, trying out a new activity and he's absolutely rambling because he researched everything there is about whatever you're doing with him... but you still manage to pull out a surprise card, maybe?
You look both ways as you make your way down to the dining hall to be with your man, meeting him for some frozen to baked cookies to be shared in the dorm room that you’d also have to sneak into. By the time you make it to the kitchen, he’s already setting up a baking sheet, humming to himself absentmindedly. You grin and slowly slink up to him and, once you’re officially behind him, you skitter your fingers up his side, making him yelp and jump to the side.
“Baby!” He whines, but it’s mingled with a smile. “Scared me!”
“Good,” you giggle, leaning into his side where he then wraps his arms around you, planting a kiss to your head. “That’s what you get for not waking me up to be with you.”
“I didn’t want to bother you!”
“You’re my boyfriend!” You scoff, hopping up and onto the counter while he loads the baking sheet into the oven. “You could never bother me!” He smiles happily and plants himself between your legs, burying his face in your chest and inhaling your scent off of your collarbone. “But it’s okay. I’m glad I’m here now.”
“Good,” he sighs. “Had a bad day… been looking forward to this all day.”
“Awww, my poor baby,” you croon, hooking your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulder, pressing a loving kiss to his temple when suddenly-
“I’m telling you, Kaminari, the likelihood of being abducted by aliens is slim to none-“
“But never zero!”
A panicked blonde and comforting red head come around the corner into the kitchen, and you freeze stone cold. All pairs of eyes lock onto each other, only for Izuku to burst out in a flush and once his mouth opens, it’s over.
“Kirishima and Kaminari, wow it’s so good to see you guys! What’re you doing here so late, we’re making cookies because that’s what friends do together, do you guys ever make cookies, making cookies with your friends is so fun, and you should try it sometime with the group because that’s what friends do!”
You snicker and bury your face in Izuku’s hair, trying to stifle your laughter from your poor, embarrassed boyfriend. You tighten your grip on him, secretly happy it’s Kirishima and Kaminari to find out first.
Kirishima chuckles while Kaminari sinks his teeth into his lip to hide his excitement for this new discovery. Kirishima raises his hands, “we’ll keep it in mind, Midoriya… but maybe another time.”
“Yeah,” Kaminari hums. “Only best friends make cookies at two in the morning, right Kirishima?”
“Right,” the red head agrees. He grabs Kaminari by the collar and drags him out of the room, “well, you kids have fun with your… secret cookies…”
“Will do, Eiji,” you giggle, resting your head on Izuku’s and watching as the pair leaves.
The room is quiet for a few minutes before he swallows thickly and turns his head to look at you, “so… do you think they know…?”
You snort, “with the way you lie? I’m sure they’ve always known, baby.”
“Darn…”
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Reblog if you've ever cried while writing fanfiction.
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If a scene feels flat and you can't figure it out, ask yourself:
• What can MC smell? Is there an ocean breeze, sweat, a cinnamon roll fresh out the oven?
• What can MC hear, besides the dialogue? Is a bird singing, river flowing, a car speeding, clock ticking?
• Can they taste something, even if they're not eating? Previously drunk alcohol or juice, aftertaste of a cigarette, smog, too instense perfume?
• Can they feel something on their skin? Rough clothes or delicate material, blowing wind, an allergy or a rash, grass that theyre laying on?
• What does the character see, besides other characters? Is the room dark or is sunlight coming in nicely? Are the colours vibrant or dull? Are there any plants?
• What's the weather? Is it snowing and the cold is making goosebumps appear on their arms? Is it hot and sweaty and clothes are clinging to their body?
• HOW DOES IT MAKE THEM FEEL? To any of the above.
Do they like the smell of cinnamon rolls or are they weirdos (I'm a weirdo, I don't fit in).
Does the clock ticking calm them down or annoy them?
Do they enjoy the aftertaste of a cig and like how dirty it makes them feel?
Are they sensitive to touch and how their clothing feels on their skin or are they indifferent?
Would they enjoy the scenery more if it was more sunny out, because they're afraid of the darkness?
Do they like it snowy or are they always cold and hate winter?
Come on, give them persoanlity, likes and dislikes, don't be scared to make them people and not only likeable characters.
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╰┈▷ Pairings: Bakugou x Reader
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╰┈▷ Word Count: .5k
╰┈▷ Contains: Established Relationship, Naughty Things in the Shower, Reader has Breasts
╰┈▷ Author's Note: Very much self ship coded. My bad.
Shower
You and Bakugou have a thing. A tradition. A ritual, if you will.
Some couples have movie nights, some couples turn off their phones at dinner, and some couples have shows they watch only when they’re together.
You and Bakugou take showers together.
They’re not usually inherently sexual. It’s just another layer of intimacy in your relationship. A chance to talk about your day, a chance to touch and reconnect. But sometimes, things get heated. One of you tends to get carried away.
It’s hard not to when his hands are braced against the wall, head bowed under the steady stream of water from the shower head. His wide shoulders and broad back muscles ripple under the water. A sculptor would cry at the specimen that is Katsuki Bakugou.
You can’t help but trail your fingers down his back, feeling those very muscles relax beneath your touch. His low groan beneath the water ignites a fire in your belly. Your hands dip lower, squeezing his hips before traveling in front of him to get what you both really want: his cock that’s only been growing harder at your little touches.
“Fuck, baby…” he breathes, his hands clenching against the tiled wall as both of your hands wrap around his cock.
You smile. “Feel good, Ki?”
You use both hands to slowly stroke his cock. It pulses against your palms as he groans again, tipping his head back and letting the water cascade down his throat and chest. He hums in agreement, squeezing his eyes closed as you work his length. You press your body against his, your breasts against his back and your pelvis into his ass. Your hands work more quickly, stroking and jacking him off beneath the water. You kiss along his back, leaving little love bites behind that have him panting.
“You’re so pretty, baby,” you murmur, barely audible over the running water.
He bows his head again, letting the water hit the back of his neck and run down his back as he tries to keep from fucking himself into your hands. His jaw clenches as he asks, “Yeah?”
“Mmhm, makes me wanna-” You pause to gently squeeze his cock, one of your hands palming the sensitive head as you grind your hips into him from behind.
His hips buck against you, his cock jumping in your hands as he growls out, “Goddamnit.”
You press another kiss to his back, unrelenting in your torture. “Wanna cum for me?”
It’s a stupid question. The last thing he’d want to do is paint the shower wall with his cum when you’re right there. If he couldn’t cum inside of you, he’d cum on you, but what a sight it would be to have him tremble beneath you, unable to keep from moaning out your name as he came in your hands.
He turns his head towards you and warns over his shoulder, “You keep that up, and I’ll fuck you right here.”
“But I want to take care of you. Can I, please?” You whine, resting your forehead against his back as your hands still. He heaves a sigh at you before leaning his head against the shower wall.
“...Fine. But after this, you’re mine.”
tags: @berryvioo, @kyluskaye, @xo-evangeline
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"I'm proud of you, Bakugou."
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finally getting to ride cowboy! izuku’s cock for the first time, bouncing desperately in his lap while he sits back and watches. the shit-eating grin on his face, those boyish dimples, his sun-kissed skin scattered with freckles… god he’s a sight to see, a sinful one that might have you coming undone without much resistance. he’s filling you up so nicely, worn hands smoothing over your hips as you worked out your thighs for all they were worth. the burn was worth it, getting to hear him praise you with that honey-suckle sweet southern drawl, breathy and wrecked. even though he was smug, he was clearly feeling it too. his chest was heaving, an angelic blush warmed his cheeks.
his emerald eyes seemed to flicker between the bounce of your breasts and the wanton expression plastered on your face. damn, you were pretty. you were taking him like a champ, even when his hips started to buck up to meet yours. your ride felt more like you were trying to last on the back of a bronco, or maybe a bull, your palms slapping down on izu’s chest to steady yourself.
“that’s it sweetness, lookin’ like a pro up there,” he hummed through a clenched jaw, sending a slap to your ass that echoed through the empty hayloft.
“that feel good? you like ridin’ my cock?,” he cooed, and when you didn’t answer he continued, “yeah you do. my little buckle bunny, hm? you’re missin’ somethin’.”
he eased you to a slow grind, tipping his large cowboy hat from his head and placing it upon your own. Warmth settled in your gut, and you were far too debauched to think properly, but you still managed to tip it towards him as he would when he greeted someone.
“Atta’ girl. Go on, show me how you want it.”
fruit bats: @neon-gothicc @bakubunny @bookcluberror @kunigamisgirl @dizazter-dragoon @jazzafayesworld @cherriluvs35 @dreamcastgirl99 @pastelbakugou @ladybirdk @i-literally-cant-with-this @darkstarlight82 @maddietries
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Hi I really love all the writing tips you give! I'm a fanfic writer myself and your tips have helped me out so much with writing <3 I was wondering if you had any tips on how to write any kind of flashback scenes? Like ways to lead up to it or where a character is like having a headache and then BOOM they get a glimpse of a flashback or something. I struggle so much with this ;-;
Ideas for Flashback Scenes
Hey there! Thanks for the question! Since flashbacks are about reminding a character of a memory they haven't been thinking about, here are some ideas for triggering a memory!
Hinge on an Object/Person
Coming across an object or person from the past can call a dusty memory to the forefront.
Maybe your character is going through the attic or clearing out an unused shelf. It can be a friend returning an item that they’d lost.
Dreaming/Semi-Dreaming
A dream is a product of taking snippets from our actual life and putting them together in weird ways. A character may dream about something in the past, wake up, then recall the memory more clearly, using the dream snippet as the starting point.
Similarly, they may dream briefly as they doze off, then wake up to have a “fuller” flashback.
Deja-Vu
A deja-vu would be most natural if the memory being recalled is set somewhere the character goes to on a day-to-day basis (like the supermarket or the cobbled walkway in front of their house, etc.)
A repeated action (cashier checking out items), a familiar scenery, or a familiar sound will trigger a similar memory, maybe even set in the same location.
Mid-Conversation/Trigger Words
Certain words or voices can be triggers of memory. You can have a moment where the character pauses for a moment to think, “wait, I think I’ve heard that phrase somewhere…”
The other character asking them a question can also trigger a memory in the process of trying to come up with an answer.
Trigger words can appear on road signs or on book covers, etc. You can try describing the font/color of the word and link it to a snapshot of the memory being recalled.
The "Aha!" Moment
This is where the character is doing essentially nothing (like standing in the shower, staring off into the ceiling, etc). It can even be when they’ve lied down trying to sleep, when something suddenly just jumps into mind.
Provide some context through internal dialogue, where the character is either thinking about something that they’re worried about or an event that left an impression on them that day, etc.
Being in Danger/Near-Death Moments
This is similar to how a character’s life plays out before their eyes right before they die.
When a character is in danger, their brains will start firing in ways that it usually wouldn’t, triggering a flashback.
A flashback can be induced by shock, a loud bang, explosion, etc. when the character goes momentarily numb.
Flashback Under Intoxication
If your character is drunk, on drugs, or taking medication that impacts their cognitive abilities, they may start triggering memories that have long been buried.
However, the flashback scene in this case will have some unusual aspects, and will be prone to being warped or even fabricated in some parts.
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Could you give any advice for "descriptive" writing of any scene or action scenes or mapping out the scenery (Mountains, forests, streets etc) - i believe this is a struggle for Non-English speaking writers due to lack of vast vocabulary.
Common Scenery Description Tips
Vocabulary is clearly an important part of description, but it doesn’t have to be a limit. The most important thing about description in fiction is picking the right details to mention:
How does the details add to the mood of the story? A mountain ridge will be dark, gray and foggy if the overall mood is meant to be mysterious/brooding. In contrast, a mountain can be brilliantly snow-capped, lush green and “smiling down” upon the character if they’re out for a light stroll.
How are the contrasts/complementary aspects being brought out?
Are you using the five senses? You can even combine the senses, ie. blue ringing of the church bells
(If you have the POV character) what
Some other tips for setting description:
Use similes and metaphors. Creative figures of speech always get my attention as a reader.
Mention story-specific elements. For example, “The sky was the shade of Zoes’ eyes” or “the mountains looked like a group of trolls sleeping on one another”
Be concise. Today’s readers don’t want to read paragraphs and paragraphs about one landscape. Outline the larger elements in the scene, their location and general mood. Add some details, then move on.
If the same location appears multiple times, differentiate the description little by little as you write, instead of trying to lay out one scene in too much detail at once.
That said, here are some helpful words/phrases:
Forests/Mountains
Color: bone-white, phantom-white, hazy gray
Sound: rumbling, booming grumbling, bellowing clapping, trundling, growling, thundering
Shape: crinkled, crumpled, knotted, grizzled, rumpled, wrinkled, craggy, jagged, gnarled, rugose
Action: sky-punching/stabbing/piercing/spearing, heaven-touching/kissing, snow-cloaked/hooded/wreathed/festooned
Sloping sides, sharp/rounded ridges, high point/peak/summit
Majestic, gargantuan humbling, vast, massive, titanic, towering, monumental, mighty, vast, humbling
Mountains having faces, etc.
Seas
Color: blue-green, crystal-clear crystalline, emerald, frothy, hazy, glistening, pristine, turquoise
Size: boundless, abyssal, fathomless, unconquerable, vast, wondrous
Sound: billowing, blustering, bombastic
Action: boisterous, agitated, angry, biting, breaking, brazen. Churning, bubbling, changing, brooding, calm, convulsing, enticing erratic, fierce, tempestuous, turbulent, undulating
Alluring, blissful, betwitching, breezy, captivating, chaotic, chilly, elemental, disorienting
Deserts
Sight: A landscape of sand, flat, harsh sunlight, cacti, tumbleweeds, dust devils, cracked land, crumbing rock, sandstone, canyons, wind-worn rock formations, tracks, dead grasses, vibrant desert blooms (after rainfall), flash flooding, dry creek
Sounds: Wind (whistling, howling, piping, tearing, weaving, winding, gusting), birds cawing, flapping, squawking, the fluttering shift of feasting birds, screeching eagles, the sound of one’s own steps, heavy silence, baying wild dogs
Smell: Arid air, dust, one’s own sweat and body odor, dry baked earth, carrion
Touch: Torrid heat, sweat, cutting wind, cracked lips, freezing cold (night) hard packed ground, rocks, gritty sand, shivering, swiping away dirt and sweat, pain from split lips and dehydration, numbness in legs, heat/pain from sun stroke, clothes…
Taste: Grit, dust, dry mouth & tongue, warm flat canteen water, copper taste in mouth, bitter taste of insects for eating, stringy wild game (hares, rats) the tough saltiness of hardtack, biscuits or jerky, an insatiable thirst or hunger
Streets
Dusty, fume-filled, foul, sumptuous, broad, bucolic, decayed, mournful, seemingly endless, empty, unpaved, lifeless, dreadfully genteel, muddy, nondescript, residential/retail
Bleach, flimsy, silent, narrow, crooked, furrowed, smoggy, commonplace, tumbledown, treeless, shady
The blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles.
The streets absorbed the emotions in the air, the city as the steady and reassuring mother.
The streets were a marriage of sounds, from bicycle wheels to chattering.
In the refreshing light of early daytime, the streets had the hues of artistic dreamtime, soft yet bold pastels.
Cobbled streets flowed as happy rivers in sunlight.
Parties
Some extra tips for locations like parties, where lots of action is going around practically everywhere:
Focus on the important characters - where they are, who they’re with.
Provide some overall description of the structure of the party scene (a pool, a two-storey house with yard?), then move on to details.
Don’t try to describe everything.
whirlwind of laughter and music, a symphony of joyous chaos.
It was a gathering that shimmered with the glow of twinkling lights and echoed with the rhythm of dancing feet.
The air was alive with excitement, buzzing with conversations and the clink of glasses.
Every corner held a story waiting to unfold, a moment waiting to be captured in memory.
It was a tapestry of colors, a mosaic of faces, each adding their own brushstroke to the vibrant canvas of the night.
Laughter cascaded like a waterfall, infectious and unstoppable, filling the room with warmth.
The night was a carnival of senses, with aromas of delicious food mingling with the melodies that filled the air.
Time seemed to slip away in the whirl of the party, moments blending into each other like colors on a palette.
The energy of the crowd was electric, pulsing through the room like a heartbeat, binding everyone in a shared moment of celebration.
It was a celebration of life, where worries faded into the background, and the present moment was all that mattered.
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BAKUGOU KATSUKI ✰ 10:32
You tell Bakugou once that you don’t know how to take the train home, and he almost blasted your ears off with semi-yelling (or full-on yelling at some point) insults.
“Hah?” He scoffs, eyes narrowing. This information is new to him, and a surprising one at that.
You? The nerd that always bested him when it came to academics, which pissed him off the first few months in U.A.? The person who was not only book smart but was street and people smart as well?
The whole goddamn package doesn’t know how to take the train?
Really?
He’s calling bull.
“What do you mean you don’t know how to take the train home? What kind of idiot doesn’t know that?”
“I just—“ you’re abashed and really don’t know what to say, “I didn’t really— I’ve never had the chance to take one until now!” For a consistent honors student, you can’t really have everything, can you?
“How’ve you been getting to school and back, then?”
“We had a driver—“
“Fuckin’ course—“
“But hey! Listen—in my defense—my schools were usually a walking distance from our house.”
“And now what? Gonna stand here and wait for a miracle to happen?”
You nudge his side with a frustrated frown (more like a pout, Bakugou thinks.) “Quit it, asshole.”
He backtracks briefly, though you could barely tell at this point. And it’s clear enough that he takes your words into consideration. It could be the fact that you actually look scared shitless right now, something foreign to your typical lax and carefree persona.
“C’mon.” Bakugou grabs you by the arm.
“Ow— hey! Where are we going?”
“You have to learn somehow, or else you’ll look fuckin’ clueless and dumb, nerd.”
You don’t argue because you really just wanted to get home, and while you could just call in your driver, you considered that this was important information that would help you in the long run. Besides, you do agree with Bakugou that not knowing how to commute like this is embarrassing, especially at your age.
“What’s this?”
Bakugou hands you a card. It’s decorated with a minimalist logo of Musutafu’s native flower, whose color is your favorite.
“An IC card,” he simply answers.
It’s cute, you thought. You noticed how the other commuters had the standard design, so Bakugou must've gotten it personalized to your preference. How thoughtful.
“You could’ve just helped me get a ticket, though,” you murmur. You fiddle with the card in your hand, glancing at him with a puzzled expression. “I don’t think I’ll be using this card that often. It’ll be a waste.”
“Then try and use it as often as you can, nerd.”
“I’ll pay you back for this—how much was it?”
“Forget it.”
“Really, Bak—“
“Forget it,” he barks. “Keep up, you shitty extra. Or else you’d miss the last train to your station.” Bakugou starts walking, and you follow suit.
You can load your IC card at the ticket machines or the nearest ATMs. Different stations call for different ticket gates that obviously have different fares. The expiration of cards usually depends on what provider you got them from—
“What do I do now?”
You’re hesitantly in front of the ticket gate, with Bakugou on the other side. You’re like a kid who’s lost their mother in the mall.
“Just—“ Bakugou had to take a deep breath and not make a scene in the train station. He pinched the bridge of his nose, calling for all his ancestors to give him the strength to remain patient.
“Place your shitty card on the card reader. That’s it.”
You do as you’re taught, and you awed when the gates opened and let yourself walk through with a stupidly big smile on your face. “I did it!”
Bakugou thinks it’s fucking stupid of him to think that your enthusiasm for mundane things was cute. But fuck, something must be wrong with him because suddenly he feels a flurry of butterflies lodged in his throat, his heart beating ridiculously fast.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”
He gives you directions, how to navigate through Musutafu without getting lost, and the basic stations you’ll be passing by to get to your station. He sees you type most of the things he says on your phone, and the way you were so eager to learn was a sight to see, really.
Boarding the metro, people were just as eager to get home as you two. So you two stood, not that there was much room to do anything about it.
“Hold onto the handle unless you want to fall on your ass,” Bakugou says. His tone is hushed to not disturb the other passengers. At least he followed basic commuting etiquette.
“It’s so beautiful,” you breathe out. The passing buildings were as huge as those of U.A.’s, if not bigger. With the golden hue of the apparent descent of the sun below the horizon, Musutafu just became more beautiful in your eyes.
He scoffs.
“What’s so interestin’ about a buncha tacky buildings? Never seen one before you came here?”
“Of course I have; they’re just not like this.”
Bakugou follows your line of sight, and he thinks about it carefully. He couldn’t see what you saw, but maybe it’s because he grew up looking at this scenery. It doesn’t amaze him as much as it did when he was younger, he concludes. To you, this was a first.
An experience that could become a core memory in this city. And he’s with you as you live through it. The thought causes a familiar feeling of pride to exude from his chest.
Maybe he’ll learn to appreciate more mundane things with you too in the future.
The train stops at another station, and the people scurry out. Once in motion, you were surprised by the speed when it took off, and the motion had you stumbling back. You stumble against Bakugou.
“What did I say about keeping a firm hold on the handles, you shitty extra? That’s what those are for.” Whether it’s by instinct or unintentional, Bakugou guides your hand to hold onto the support pole. He doesn’t let go, and you didn’t make a comment about it.
“Sorry! Still getting used to it,” you quietly laugh. “I hope the people here don’t think I’m really that inexperienced when it comes to taking the metro home,” you told him. “It’s embarrassing to think that I haven’t taken one until now.”
Bakugou thinks it’s alright because you were actually on set to learn. No matter what those other extras say or comment, no matter if they give you unimpressed glances, he’s there to grant them one of his own spine-chilling glares if they had the balls to do so.
A passenger who appeared to be around your age stood up from his seat. “Excuse me, you can take my seat. I get off at the next stop,” he says. You’re a bit hesitant to take the offer, but he reassures you that it’s fine. It’ll be an awkward death for you if you don’t accept it, because now he’s standing. “Please, I insist.”
Unknown to you, Bakugou had an obvious scowl on his face until the stranger left.
“You look like you’re about to shit yourself.”
“Shut up, I’m not.”
“Jealous?”
“Hah? Why would I be—”
“Shh!” you kicked his shoe with yours.
“Quiet, remember?”
Bakugou rolls his eyes, still frowning. You hold his free hand, cheekily smiling when he tries to free it from your hold. And in the end, he lets you do whatever the fuck it is that you want, but he would never ever admit that he was jealous of some nameless extra. He’s too far into liking you to help you board a train, get you a personalized IC card, miss his stop two stations ago because yours was still three stations after his, but he doesn’t think he’d be vocal about it anytime soon.
He’ll leave it to you to confess.
Then again, you already knew.
Bakugou Katsuki would not go above and beyond like this for anyone else, but he unknowingly does for you.
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Izuku Midoryia Getting Overstimulated Until He Cries
Pairing: Izuku Midoryia x Fem!Reader
Tags: nsfw, smut, pussyjob, overstimulation, crying, lots of cum, multiple orgasms, sub!Izuku Midoryia, dom!Reader
A/N: Feeling in a very Deku mood today.
"Too much, s-slow down, let me take a break!" Izuku whimpers underneath you, his whole body shaking from the orgasm he's just had and there's already another one building as you keep riding his cock.
You've been going for hours, keeping his cock hard almost constantly, urging him to fuck you more. "Three fucking weeks Izuku. I've been deprived of your cock for three weeks when you said it'll only be a few days. If anything this is your fault for being late?"
"My fault?! I hurried back as soon as I could! You know that I'd never- oh god! That's so tight... missed this..." His scared fingers locked with yours, letting you use his body for your pleasure even though he felt like he was about to pass out. "Gonna come again! You're gonna make me-"
"Yeah baby? Are you gonna come for me? Let it out, all that you need to." His whimper was broken up by a loud sob, tears ran freely down his face as his cock pulsed inside your warm pussy. "I'm gonna make you come all night long. Use this cock for all it's worth."
"A-Are you close too? Please tell me you are! I want to make you feel good too, I love you so much!" Sweat dripped down his muscular chest as his body strained, his hips meeting yours to try and push his cum in as deep as it could go. "You're so full of me, oh fuck!"
You cupped his tear-stained cheeks and leaned your forehead against his, looking into his deep green eyes, a mix of lust and adoration staring back. "Not full enough, you've still got more to give." His cock twitched at the words, not even softening anymore, "Carry me to the kitchen, we're getting a snack and I'm not cleaning up all the cum that's gonna drip out if you pull out." Izuku blushed a deep, dark pink but gripped your thighs, pulling you as close as he could.
Cum still dripped onto the floor as he carried you, but it significantly less then it would otherwise.
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Got anything for dialogue
Writing Dialogue 101
Dialogue is conversation, nothing more, nothing less. The catch is: diagloue is EDITED conversation. It must be more concise, purposeful and witty than the everyday sentences we speak, while sounding natural.
The Purpose of Dialogue
Diaglue is definitely a fiction elements that pops everything up and out. Thus, dialogue is going to have more impact than your normal paragraphs, in order to:
Characterizes/reveals motives
Sets the mood in the story
Intensifies the story conflict
Creates tension and suspense
Speeds up your scenes
Add bits of setting/backgronud
Communicates the theme
Matching the Dialogue to the Genre
The dialogue in a book should speak the reader's language. There is a type of voice that suits each genre/category of fiction, and we must understand what matches the reader expectations and rhythm of the plot we are writing.
Magical Dialogue
"Do not kill him even now. For he has not hurt me. And in any case I do not wish him to be slain in this evil mood. He was great once, of a nobel kind that we should not dare to raise our hands against."
- The Lord of the Rings, J.R.R. Tolkein
"As much as I want you and want to be with you and part of you, I can't rear myself away from the realness of my responsiblities."
- The Bridges of Madison County, Robert James Waller
This is the language of The Hobbit, Star Wars, The Lord of the Rings, The Wonderful Wizard of Oz.
When writing literary and mainstream fiction (that is targeted at the general public rather than a target audience), we need to go with what sounds real, even with a magical setting
Science fiction and fantasy can be more unreal, i.e. things like "May the Force Be With You."
In romance, magical dialogue takes on a differen form. It's magical in that it transcends the way we talk to each other in normal society. Magical in that all of it makes perfect sense and is said in such eloquent langauge that we marvel at it while at the same time knowing that if we are left to ourselves, we would say something absolutely banal.
Cryptic Dialogue
"You know, the condom is the glass slipper of our generation. You slip it on when you meet a stranger. You dance all night, then you throw it away. The condom, I mean. Not the stranger."
- Fight Club, Chuck Palahniuk
This is the dialogue in literary and religious stories that dealw ith abstract ideas and vague concepts and has double meanings. Readers aren't meant to understand theses right away.
These bits of dialogue plant sublimnal messages in the reader's mind that help communicate the theme later on, ultimately making sense.
Cryptic dialogue is difficult to do well. If we're not careful, we'll end up sounding preachy, moralistic and dogmatic.
You need to be able to view the world in different perspectives.
Descriptive Dialogue
The literary, fantasy and historical story often relies on dialogue for worldbuilding (expplaining history, magic rules, etc.)
The author's goal in descriptive dialogue is to provide the reader with information. However, the character's goal cannot be sacrificed for the author's. Dialogue can still have tension and suspense and can be inserted into a scene of action so the story doesn't bog down while the readers get some info.
Shadowy Dialogue
In shadowy dialogue, the character's job is to keep the reader suspended in a state of terror/suspense. Then you periodically tighten and loosen the tension.
The key here is uncertainty. The reader cannot trust the speaker, so we're always questioning him, wondering whether he's speaking truthfully or is presenting the full picture.
Keep the tone as dark of possible, using action and background as supporting tools.
Make it cryptic, or even better, offering an omnious threat of what is to come.
Provocative Dialogue
This is the type of dialogue that conveys the theme, talking about the "universla truth" your book is trying to convey.
Readers like to be challenged in their thinking, provoked to consider other ways of thinking, and shaken up in their belief systems with a fresh perspective about the world.
Consider this example from To Kill A Mockingbird:
"...but there is one way in this country in which all men are created equal - there is one humna institution that makes a pauper the equal of a Rockfeller, the stupid man the equal of an Einstein, and the ignornant man the equal of any college president."
There is no way we can read this and not think about something that is bigger than our daily lives.
Make your readers squirm, and shock them out of their comfort zones.
Uncencored Dialogue
Uncencored dialogue in YA stories are of young people, but that doesn't mean it's filled with hip-hop words and slag.
While adults cencor themselves when they speak, teenagers haven't yet learned that skill so their dialogue is more raw, edgy and honest.
Readers of YA novels expect realism, so make it as authentic as possible. The last thing we want to is for our characters to be brash and honest, but NOT sound like they've just stepped out of Planet Way Cool.
For example:
"What if he doesn't like me back?"
"You are too much of a chicken to do anything aboutit but mope."
As an adult, how often do you admit fear of rejection out loud to another, or call out your friend to her face? In YA-type of dialogue though, we can just write what comes into these characters' minds.
So that sums up the different types of dialogue. Consider the nature of your plot, what your readers and the genre of the story you are writing to choose an appropriate way for your characters to speak!
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Oh my gosh. I just found this website that walks you though creating a believable society. It breaks each facet down into individual questions and makes it so simple! It seems really helpful for worldbuilding!
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