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cringefail-clown · 4 months

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at last, where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPPEN

cringes jakehal fic rec list

just so were clear: some of the fics are unfinished, and havent been updated in a while. leaving a comment to let the author know that youre reading and youre enjoying it is fine, but dont be a bag of dicks and harass them over when the new chapter will be up. have some decency or else ill be inside your walls.

Heart by fawn_writes || rated T || 1/1 || 663 words - man its so good. short and sweet. jake comes by to witness the construction of hals new body while also reminiscing about the times he fought brobot and his untimely demise. a good sparkling of body worship. "Everything will be normal. They’ll manage to keep it normal. After all, Jake has enough of his own heart to share." - fuck, that lines so effervescent.

What he needs by fawn_writes || rated M || 1/1 || 1259 words - another banger from the same author. they be doing the horizontal tango, but nothings too graphic. healthy serving of body worship from jakes perspective, as well as his internal struggle with his apparent robotic attraction.

Dead Weight by squirtgunplay || rated M || 5/9 || 27337 words - oh that fic. oh my god. love me some zombie apocalypse au with existential horror sprinkled on top. hal and dirk are twins but with a twist in this one. theres mystery. theres injuries that make you incapable of moving around. theres ship of theseus discussion. its nourishing. its beautiful. jake and hals banter in this one is fucking amazing, and the author captures their characters so well. the relationship between hal and dirk is also very fucking good and heartwrenching and just ugh. stellar writing, the forth wall break made me laugh out loud, hal gets called a security camera (derogatory). theres graphic depictions of violence, so beware of the tags.

Tennessee Whiskey & You by MistLaFey || rated T || 5/? || 12217 words - major character death and graphic depictions of violence tagged, so beware and read the tags. no-sburb au. dirk fucking dies (its in the fic description so i dont feel like its a spoiler). beautiful exploration of grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trying to get back into the normal life when theres a big part of it suddenly missing. hal and dirk are twins. jake is not doing well. hal is also not doing well, but pretending he is. its heartbreaking and some scenes made my chest hurt. very good fic and i dont understand why it doesnt get more love. it deserves it. go read it, even just for the funeral scene, i got teary-eyed over it.

seconds by squirtgunplay || rated E || 2/2 || 18698 words - graphic depictions of violence and its no joke, presidential alert the girls are fightinnn!! but its also so funny and the authors so funny and its also really hot! no sburb au, hals a human and dirks twin. he gets kidnapped by a craigslist hitman jake who mistakes him for dirk. the banter is top game in this one. hal cant keep his mouth shut even in life or death situation. jakes a dork, but hes a deadly dork, and also cant keep his mouth shut about his personal problems. theres fistfighting and knifethrowing and hal gets a weapon put to his head at least twice and he thinks its pretty damn hot. theres banging in second chapter. what more can i say to sell you on this one. the characters are on point, the action is tense but its also written in a cheeky, fun way, smut is good, a npc gets unsubscribed from life. amazing fic, 10/10, will read it again.

I Think Therefore I AR by Taxi_Boy || rated T || 25/? || 30417 words - im saving the best for last. major character death. hal has to start the game and get his friends into the medium while dirk is missing, while also pretending to be dirk as to not raise their suspicions. im not going to say anymore about the plot, you just have to go and read the fic. genuinely my favourite jakehal - and homestuck in general - fic of all time. i love caliborn in this one. i cant wait to see what the author has cooked up for us in the future. its plainly genious.

these are only ao3 fics as i have no clue how tf you search other fanfic sites for a specific ship, but if you have any other recommendations feel free to add them onto this post! we all need some good jakehal fic recs in these trying times!

#homestuck #homestuck au #jake english #hal strider #lil hal #auto responder #jakehal #haljake #reblog to save a jakehaler

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sakuatsu · 4 years

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YELL 2 ME ABT SAKUATSU FIC RECS PLS

oh boy. oh boy do i have much to talk about

here’s a list of my sakuatsu must-reads under the cut! complete with links, word count, ratings, and occasional commentary because i’m incapable of shutting up. this isn’t in any particular order either

(keeping this sfw and organized into canonverse/AUs. a * means i am on my hands and knees begging for you to read this)

i’ll try to update this somewhat regularly :]

most recently updated august 25, 2020!

canonverse:

*your highs and lows (series) by astroeulogy

a post-time skip canonverse series born from these two questions:

1. what if sakusa kiyoomi, known too-blunt jerk, is equally straightforward about his soft, tender feelings?

2. what if miya atsumu, resident big fat jerk who doesn't care if his teammates hate him, is too emotionally stunted to notice when his one of his teammates actually likes him?

this is like the sakuatsu series but it’s blasphemous to not recommend. the first fic in the series is all that you were (4.6k, T). mind the ratings on a few of the fics, but my personal favorite is #3: a masterpiece of domesticity called you have tamed me (5.7k, T). these make me ACHE

*sakuatsu domesticity simulator by pseudoanalytics (T)

a vaguely interactive mixture of fic, art, and html, where you too can experience the inherent romance of a big fat jerk and a too-blunt jerk attempting intimacy

this fic...this fic...op is literally one of my favorite artists of all time but Did You Know that their writing is also off the charts. what a wonderful use of second person and the pacing is so good. too much skill in one person

*The MSBY Black Jackals Read Thirst Tweets by isaksara (11.4k, M)

Sakusa’s eyes are very dark naturally, sucking in all surrounding rays of light and crushing them in his pupils. For an athlete, he is rather pale. His lips look very pink in comparison. Atsumu is suddenly catastrophically aware that in this instance, ‘accent’ is a euphemism. “Good enough for your Olympic-size ego, Miya?”

(In which Atsumu realizes that he is attracted to Sakusa Kiyoomi in the most inconvenient way possible.)

i think this is the fic that got me into sakuatsu in the first place lol i was looking very specifically for msby socmed fics and now here we are. this fic is unbelievably funny

*liminal spaces by hhatsuna (25.9k, T)

Fuck you, Atsumu thinks, pointing at the pixelated Sakusa in the grainy team photo on his bedside table.

It’s easier than you’d think to ignore loving your teammate.

*Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (15.7k, M)

Where “You already make me the happiest guy alive, babe," gives way to, “I’ve not been happy for a while now.”

Alternatively known as the ‘mug fic’.

yes this is a breakup fic. yes im going to recommend it anyway. breakup fics usually scare me a lot but this one is too good for me to not say anything about. nuanced and delicious. i look at the mug on my desk and feel pain

dog eat dog eat dog world by perennials (8.4k, T)

You are your first and only line of defense against the universe.

Koi no Yokan; 恋の予感 by ymra (15.3k, unrated)

Wherein Sakusa dreams of his future selves and discovers a little something along the way.

autumn ends, but we remain by wolfsbvne (5.3k, T)

atsumu stares at his ceiling at 2am. he stares until he can make out designs in his popcorn ceiling. a cat there, an onigiri here, and then something that suspiciously looks like a mop of hair, triangle eyebrows, and oh those two bumps are moles right above what atsumu just mapped out as an eye.

(or, atsumu is in kind of in love. sakusa is maybe in like.)

your fingertips, branding irons by Ceryna (5.8k, T)

Between the accidental touches he's reconciled, the deliberate ones he's endured, and, from those he's built years of trust with, obliged– Kiyoomi has never wanted to let someone indulge.

Never, until Atsumu.

take what’s yours and make it mine by claudusdiei (5.9k, T)

atsumu falls in love four times in his life

(or: in which atsumu gets his heart broken twice, has the self-awareness of a sober mule and really likes yellow tulips)

every action has an equal and opposite reaction by akanemnida (10.4k, T)

Miya Atsumu gets a modeling contract with Calvin Klein, which sets Kiyoomi's heart in motion.

(Or: Sakusa Kiyoomi realizes that the rules governing the universe are absolute rubbish at explaining matters of the heart.)

*where i want to be by tookumade (8.8k, G)

In the time they’ve been teammates at the MSBY Black Jackals, Sakusa has never been to Atsumu’s place, and Atsumu has only been to Sakusa’s a few times. There’s an unspoken understanding here: that Atsumu knows him well enough to know that nobody’s house or apartment would ever really meet his ridiculously high standards, and he is most comfortable in the home he’s made for himself.

That, and, Atsumu being over at Sakusa’s means that he has to host him and do the cleaning afterwards, while Atsumu can just flit off back to his own place. So. There’s that.

Tonight. Tonight is not business as usual. Tonight is not familiar.

*san'yō expressway, 6:17 pm by yamabato (8.1k, T)

Atsumu tilts his head to watch a slice of orange light bend over the impassive planes of Sakusa’s face. He is absolutely, ruthlessly beautiful. It makes Atsumu want to punch something—put his foot through the windshield—scream, maybe.

Kiss him again, maybe.

They have 344 kilometers to figure this one out.

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (10.8k, T)

But now there's the one person Atsumu'd promised himself never to touch. His eyes leave Atsumu breathless with guilt at seventeen, and he spends the next six years safe in the satisfaction of making things right.

Feelings, of the physical kind, and one kiss.

ft. competitive spirit, childishness, and late night conversations.

Atsumu POV.

four leaf clover by vicari_us (5.9k, T)

Once, Ushijima claimed that they ‘got lucky’. If properly honed, their body types could become near invincible weapons.

However, unlike Ushijima, Kiyoomi’s weapon required a bit more care over the years to reach the condition it had become. He was born iron, not yet forged into steel.

Exploring what it might have taken to turn a genetic mistake into an athletic miracle.

*the 28 postcards you left me by wheelspokes (8.3k, T)

Atsumu takes texting your ex to a new level by sending Sakusa postcards in Animal Crossing instead.

such a unique premise & this is so beautifully structured. stunning flow and who knew animal crossing could convey so much longing...

AUs:

Pas De Deux by hhatsuna (dancer!sakusa au: 19.0k, T)

The mystery athlete gives Kiyoomi a once over in the mirror. “Yer pretty tall,” he observes, and the twang of an accent rasps low in his throat. His brazen eyes drift to Kiyoomi’s legs, and something like exhilaration glints gold in his gaze. “Good quads, too. Ya ever played volleyball?” Ah. So it’s volleyball.

“I’m a dancer. Ballet and contemporary, mostly.”

*my love, take your time by bastigod (archaeologist!sakusa au: 9.0k, T)

There was something sublime about wandering around an empty museum. Nothing could compare to the sound of his shoes clacking against the marble floor, the morning sunlight gently streaming through the lofty windows and the peaceful solitude of ancient stone kings overseeing their silent kingdoms.

A day in the life of Doctor Kiyoomi Sakusa, Archaeologist.

i’ve literally been thinking about this fic every day since it came out. you will not find a story like this anywhere else, i guarantee you. what a clear labor of love this fic is it’s truly something so special

three roses and a smile by strawberrycitrus (surgeon!sakusa & microbiologist!atsumu au: 19.7k, T)

“I just got this job, I’m not givin’ it up for some moral boost ‘cause I actually need to pay my rent, ya insensitive -” Atsumu waves his hands around, trying and failing to come up with the right word to convey the amount of injustice that this gaunt motherfucker has brought into his relatively simple life thus far.

“If you can’t pay your rent, go get a job at the McDonald’s over by 8th Street,” Sakusa growls, “it’ll pay more than your researcher position.”

If you even attempt assault on a coworker, forget teaching about cells - you’ll fucking be in one, Atsumu.

*Dance of the Parallax by astroeulogy (ogre spirit!sakusa au: 6.7k, T)

For the last twenty years, Atsumu’s done all that he can to break his betrothal to the ogre spirit Sakusa. If he can just make it through one more night, he’ll be free.

honestly, just read everything by astroeulogy. i’m recommending this fic in particular because it has such an ethereal voice to it. magical

across oceans, across centuries by starstrikes (pacific rim au: 20.0k, T)

Six days ago, Osamu died and left Atsumu with this: Atsumu, you have to—

(Namikira rises with the tides and rips Osamu and Vulpis Empress away in one fell swoop. Six days later, Atsumu wakes up alone in a hospital bed and learns how to swim.)

you don’t actually need to know pacrim to appreciate this. a wonderful exploration of grief and recovery. also it’s exactly 20k words which is both satisfying and terrifying

*Notte Stellata by awkwardedgeworth (ice skating/dancing au: 20.8k, T)

"Your partner doesn't need to hold anyone's hand other than yours," Sakusa's father crouches, "And you can wear gloves."

Sakusa ponders. He hears the other skaters of rink two whiz past as they launch themselves into lifts.

"Alright," He looks up from the ice, not knowing how he'll dedicate the next couple of decades to this sport, this partnership, this boy.

what a stunning fic. a beautiful progression of sakusa & atsumu’s relationship, rife with references to real skating programs, beautifully written and structured. so full of longing i’m in mild physical pain

#if anyone else has recs feel free to drop them in the replies mwah #sakuatsu fic is SO high quality you can literally just look at the tag and blindly press and find something stunning #these are just my personal favorites #basically just my ao3 bookmarks and then some #sakuatsu #sakusa kiyoomi #miya atsumu #sakuatsu fic #haikyuu fic #ask #reynegades #thank you for asking.....ive been dying to make a fic rec post i just needed a push lol #fic

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bathtubsarereversedboats · 5 years

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Sherlock AU

This is an AU I wrote based off of a picture I saw on Instagram.

It has been had been two years, eleven months, and twelve days since Sherlock walked off the ledge of the building. I watched that day. He looked out to me with tears streaming down his face. I tried to tell him that I believed him, that he was innocent. I tried to telling him I loved him that day. I wish I would have, but that’s no matter anymore. I’ll tell him when I see him later tonight.

I have been planning our reunion since the day that I faked my death. I made calculations, to which I must “die” in order to protect the ones that I love. Unfortunately this did not give me the leniency to include John in on this plan. In order for this to be successful, I had realized that John’s actions in the following minutes must be as believable and raw and possible for this to go off as planned. Because there would be spies monitoring him in the following weeks, I could not let him discover that in fact, I was indeed alive and well. For the past two years, eleven months, twelve days, 14 hours, and 27 minutes, I have been in hiding while completing intellectual scouting missions for my incapable brother. As of today I am back in London and am planning on revealing myself to John.

I'm glad Sherlock told me how to break into a locked door before he died. I used what he taught me to get through front door, and the door leading to the staircase in the St. Bartholomew building. I climbed the stairs until I reached the top door leading out onto the roof. I pushed open the door and walked out onto the gray patched roof. I shut the door behind me, making sure it was locked again. I reached in my pocket double checking that the parchment was still in there, before walking over to the ledge and climbing up.

I quickened my pace excited for this lie to be over. The only thing that had helped me get through those nights of hiding, was John's reaction to me being alive. Hundreds of scenarios ran through my head as to why John would be going to St. Bartholomews. The most plausible was to be seeing Molly. As I reached the front of the building, there was a small crowd gathering beside the opposing street curb. I walked over to see what the occasion was. Just before I entered the crowd I noticed that they weren't talking to each other, but looking to the top of the building as one. Following their line of sight, I met the silhouette of a man. He was short with a strong build. His stature reminds me oddly of John. I not only reminds me of John, bu I now realize that he is John.

I stood up all the way taking in the same view Sherlock had. I took a deep breath and thought about why I hadn't done this sooner. Three long years of torture, holding on to a meager hope that Sherlock had somehow managed to survive. It was childish of me to do so. Therapy had made me realize that. I took another step forward and saw the people below me. It’s funny after you lose someone you love. You start seeing them everywhere. This is not the first time a ghost of Sherlock has come to bother me. You just learn to ignore them, and slowly start to accept that they aren't real. I can't count the mornings where I’ve seen a Sherlock lying on the couch, or heard his voice talking to himself in the kitchens. I wiped the tears out of my eyes before taking another step forward. This is the last ghost I will ever see of him because I’m leaving to see the real Sherlock.

“John please don’t. I’m back! I never left you!” I shouted up to him. He stopped to look down. I heard him shout back. “You have said this so many times to me Sherlock. Stop lying to me!” “John please! I’m not lying this time! I just got back. I was just coming to tell you that I was alive, and that I couldn't tell you or you would have been hurt! Please don’t leave me like this” I pleaded with him. “Im sorry. I can't go on talking to ghosts. I’m going to see the man I love now.” He paused and wiped his face. “I will see you in a bit Sherlock.” He looked back up and leaned forward. I watched as he fell from the sky down to the earth, just as I had done, except he had a different plan than I did. He didn't plan on surviving the fall. I shuttered and clenched my eyes shut as he hit the ground. A sicking silence insued before I opened my eyes and ran over to him. I slid my hand under his head, lifting it up and placing it in my lap. I stared as his lifeless body. I don't know how long I sat there before I started to cry. I suddenly became aware of the fact that tears were coming from my eyes, and that my only friend, my family, lay dead in my arms. I sat there holding a limp John until the ambulance arrived. Only then did people dare to try to take my John away from me. I didn't get up when they finally pried him from my grasp. I sat there staring at the blood soaked ground, watching as my whole life died.

“Sir, are you Mr. Holmes?” A first responded asked me softly. “What if I am? Why does it matter anymore?” I responded coldly wiping the tears from my eyes. I stood up and attempted to collect myself. “We found this in his pocket.” She handed me a wrinkled note. “We have taken the pictures we needed of it, and your name was mentioned in it, so I was told to find you and give you this.” She stated. She handed me the note and was about to say something but was called away by her chief. I inhaled a deep breath and slipped my thumb between the pages to read the message. I started to cry once more as I read what John had left his world.

Dear reader,

If you are reading this, then you have clearly heard of why this note has fallen into your hands. I know you’re probably wondering why. The reason why I chose to leave this world, was to see my best friend again. Sherlock left me on this earth with so many questions, the most prominent one, what did I do to make you leave me. I have tried to answer this question for the past years. I am no genius like Sherlock and it's no surprise that I will never be able to figure it out. So I think to myself, why should I even try to solve it. As I tried to forget and move on, my mind kept bringing me back to this question. One last way to show how much smarter you were than I was. I tried to figure it out Sherlock, I really did. Even after you die, I still disappoint you. Why am I such a failure. I never should have become his flatmate. I never deserved to meet him, or become his friend, that's why I’m leaving. So nobody else will have to become friends with such a failure as I am. I’ve said goodbye to the people that have cared for me, and those that have exiled me form their lives. Who ever is reading this, the reason I needed to die today, was to walk through a door that I couldn't have normally explored. Maybe this time I can find Sherlock. Maybe I’ll finally be free of this question that has burdened me since the day he died. I’m so sorry.

It was my fault that he died

I folded the letter before crumpling it up and throwing it against the wall. I can't lose the last piece of him that I have left. I slowly made my way onto my feet, falling back down from the shaking in my knees. I tried again and when I was finally standing, I wobbled over the crumpled paper. I picked it up before putting my back to the wall and slowly sliding back down to the ground. He killed himself and it was my fault. I was so focused on the case, that I wasn't able to solve the mystery of what would happen after I faked my death. How that would affect John. My whole world is gone, and I’m the one who destroyed him.

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