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musette22 · 1 year

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Happy Friday! ✨🌻🥳️🌷

I was just sitting here at my desk before lunch, and I saw you in my notes and in posts I have queued up and I just was overcome by how much I enjoy seeing your username float across my dash.

Then I started thinking about Steve Rogers and how much I love him for the decade-ish we got to spend with him, and also thankful for how he lives on in fandom, in fanfic and thrives so we haven't really lost him. I wanted to ask if you have three favorite things about Steve that you'd like to share with us?

You make me really happy, and I hope you have some lovely weekend plans ahead of you ✨

TEJ, you beautiful angel!!! 🥺💖 First of all,

HAPPY FRIDAYYY💕🥰🥳️

And second of all, WHY are you so sweet? HOW? 🥺 This message genuinely made me tear up a little because I'm just so touched that my presence on your dash and in your notes means anything at all to you, let alone that you enjoy seeing me and that I make you happy 😭 That's just so wonderful to hear, I can't even tell you. Especially coming from you, who I adore and admire so much in return!!! ✨✨ Sorry to make this all sappy lol but this message really meant a lot. I've been saving it for last, so I'm heading to bed after this, but yeah, just... thank you for being so sweet and kind and thoughtful ❤️✨

And also, thank you for loving Steve too, and for asking me about him, because GOD I love him so damn much? He and Bucky literally are my favourite characters ever, and I can't believe how much they've come to mean to me. I could talk about Steve forever and pretty much everything about him is my favourite thing, but let me see if I can think of three things I love about Steven Grant Rogers! 🥰

Ok, thing number 1. I love how GOOD Steve is. He's a genuinely good man who I'd trust with my life, with the fate of the world even, because you just know he'll never stop standing up for what's right, never stop helping people in need and doing the right thing. Steve's internal moral compass is strong, and he's steadfast and incorruptible, and in this world that is pretty rare and sorely needed. I just feel safe with him, you know? He kind of feels like an anchor and a true north and the sun all at once, and I love love love him for that.

Having said all that, I also love him because he's a little shit. He's got a great and underrated sense of humor, witty but dry, and while he takes himself seriously when he needs to (though he's never self-important about it) he's also self-deprecating (sometimes to a fault) and is absolutely able to laugh at himself too. And you just know that he loves good-naturedly trolling his friends (you know that swear jar headcanon? that's 1000% Steve) and is always up for a pulling a good prank. He and Bucky got into so much trouble together back in the day, I just know it <3

And thirdly (but definitely not lastly, there are so many more things!), I love how Steve loves. He just cares so much. About good people who deserve better, about making the world a better, more peaceful place, about protecting the beauty in the world. Steve is for a large part the person he is because of Sarah Rogers, and he loves his mother so, so much. I'll be forever mad that their relationship was so neglected in the MCU. Steve also fiercely loves his friends, like the Howlies and the Avengers, and he'd do almost anything to help and protect them when it came down to it, because he cares. He's incapable of not caring and I think that's beautiful.

But most of all (and this is more of an extension of the previous point but also kind of deserves to be its own point), I love how Steve loves Bucky. Bucky is the most important person in Steve's life. His best friend, his partner (both in crime and in life), his lover, his one and only. Soulmates, if you will, because Bucky is a perfect match for Steve in every way. Just as good, just as kind and incorruptible, just as caring - he just goes about some things in a slightly different way, which helps to ground and balance Steve and keeps him from losing himself completely in his noble but sometimes idealistic pursuits. And even when Bucky is seemingly lost, not remembering who he used to be and literally trying to kill Steve, Steve never considers giving up on him. He'd rather die than give up on Bucky, that's just a fact of life. Their love feels so certain and steadfast and unshakable and eternal, and that gives me so much peace and joy and comfort on a daily basis, you know? So yeah, I love Steve for the way he loves and cares, and particularly for the way he loves Bucky ❤️

So sorry to ramble on like this, I did warn you 😭 Thank you so much again for your message and this question, sweetheart. I hope you have had a wonderful Friday night, and that the weekend ahead is full of fun and relaxing things for you! Love youuuuuuuuuu 😘🌷

#tejjjj 💞💞💞#lovely people are lovely #steve rogers #stucky #minnie answers

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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happy birthday @kankuroplease!!!! I can't do hearts with this keyboard but just imagine there being 5 of them at least. I can't believe that you are my friend with how talented you are and how unimportant I am. Thank you for all the hours spent thirsting over Gai, discussing fandom issues that annoy me, just being supportive over art and fics and for your many many many wonderful arts that you share with us for free! I hope you are alright with me writing for your boy Yuuta, whom I love so much, really (I was thiiiis close to make it Yuuta and Kaiya, but alas...) Sending you many hugs all across the ocean.

Hyuuga Hanabi x OC

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I hope this makes the anon that accidentally asked Lem to write Yuuta x Hanabi happy. This was already in the works back when you sent that, so no you did not inspire me to write this, but it did make me laugh.

For a regular human being, falling in love was something that was connected to positive feelings. Sure, next to the fear of rejection, the general worry that one might not be enough for the person you’d fallen for, the insecurity and nerves, there might be negative connections too, but all in all the general population liked falling in love. Mostly. At least it did not induce unending panic attacks in them. Yuuta, of course, was different. Which was an issue.

See, Yuuta had been great at keeping emotions locked away neatly in a cupboard of his mind. Right behind thoughts about his parentage and what that meant for his future, buried deeply beneath years of experiences, good and bad, and impressions at the very back where no one could ever reach it. And when he said he kept emotions away he didn’t mean happiness, grief, friendship or devotion, no, he just meant love. Romantic love. It was locked tight over there, where it couldn’t hurt him and others.

He’d been good at casual, in fact, he was the king of casual. Yuuta was so casual with everything, dating and sex, it was so easy if you weren’t bound by emotions. Things starting and things ending never hurt if you weren’t attached, and while he had crushes on people in a very “this person is hot” sort of way, he never really needed to stay with them. If they felt like his companionship was no longer needed, then that was absolutely fine. He was good looking and always open enough to find someone else. Too many people in this god damned village he lived in were attractive, so there was always a demand for casual.

If someone developed feelings for him, he was mostly out of there, not because he was an asshole, but because he was afraid of hurting others, or even worse, being hurt. He’d worked that way around his own psyche for half his life. Casual worked and it was fun and made him feel good, more than casual was scary, anxiety inducing and in the worst cases led to outright panic. Yuuta couldn’t do it and he wouldn’t have it. So if someone fell for him, in any way or another, he bowed out gracefully.

Sometimes, when he hopped to another partner again, Ino would tease him about being unable to be in love. She didn’t mean it of course, she would never say such a thing in earnest, but of course every light tease had some core of truth to it. Yuuta, in some way, had made himself unable to love, romantically at least, by tucking it away so neatly at the back of his mind as he had. He was not ready to open that door again, there was too much pain involved in it. Other Yamanaka could have maybe looked into his mind, found the source of his turmoil, and helped him through it, but he wanted no one to touch that cupboard. Not him and not others.

It was the other way around, really. Yuuta loved too much, so he had to restrict himself. Once when he was younger and less worried, when the world didn’t seem as cruel of a place as it seemed now, he had allowed himself to love someone. Maybe it had been a little childish to assume they’d stay together forever when they were essentially children when they met, but Yuuta had really believed so. Of course the world was not kind to him or anyone who was kind for that matter. He was only one of the many people who lost someone they loved way too early, who suffered from the consequences of it even as an adult.

All he knew was that he didn’t want to have to go through all of that again. And the best way to avoid that was by locking the painful memory and the emotion that had led to it all, far away where light couldn’t find it and to keep things casual. Yuuta liked sex and partners and little crushes and spending time together, he was a touchy-feely, feelsy kind of guy, but love? No, Yuuta did not do love. He had mechanisms against that.

Usually, at least.

But then it happened again.

As said, most people liked the feeling of being in love, with its ups and downs included. It could hurt, but at least it hurt for a reason, but it could also give you endless hope and happiness and nothing compared to the feeling of getting the love returned. But the moment Yuuta realised he had fallen for someone again, after all this time hiding away, was like he woke up from a deep dream with even more night terrors. One morning, without warning, he opened his eyes and there it was.

He had dreamed of Hanabi, which wasn’t a very new occurrence at all, with their months spanning casual relationship he had dreamed of her more than once of course, usually some dirty stuff that he could later tell her about. But this time, both of them had been in the dream, fully clothed, just sitting next to each other on the little patio the Hyuuga estate had in their inner courtyard. There was no talking, they had just leaned onto each other and held hands and Yuuta had felt content and happy.

Even worse: the thought that this felt good and right had crossed his mind. When he woke up, his heart had been beating loud against his chest, which could only mean one thing.

What a nightmare.

First, he blamed Ino, which was easy and nice to do as she wasn’t there to dispute it. Ino was too happy in her relationship and always talked about Sai, which of course, was fine in itself, but maybe it made Yuuta wish for a long term thing as well. Sure, he, the king of casual, did not need a long term relationship like Ino had, but having her rave about it so often maybe put wrong ideas in his head.

When he could no longer blame Ino (which was a bad conclusion to draw anyway), he blamed the ongoing summer. Hot summer days at the river, festivals, fireworks, it was just a falling in love time of year. Recently Yuuta had seen Hanabi in a festive kimono for the first time, with her hair all twisted up at the back of her head and a hand firework between her fingers, she had just looked good, everybody would have thought so. He had even admired it a little just an hour later when he took it off her, making sure not to rip anything.

But this also didn’t lead him almost anywhere. He had lived through many summers without falling in love again, so it could not have been the time of year either. Plus, spring, autumn and winter also gave plenty of romantic opportunities. Summer wasn’t special in that regard. So when that fell through too, the only person that was left to blame was Hanabi herself, and just thinking about her too much made him so panicky that he pushed the thoughts away immediately.

It couldn’t be her fault, right? From the very beginning she had not objected to their friends with benefits situation. In fact, she had encouraged it to be nothing but a casual fling. Mostly, because as the next heir of the Hyuuga clan, with her sister happily married away, she was busy changing things around for the better. She had put it on her plate to make sure the old clan structures were broken up and rebuilt, which Yuuta admired her for a little. She was a good fighter, a hard worker, a great lover, just an all around interesting personality. So of course he jumped at the opportunity to get a little more taste of her.

He could not tell when it had started, just that it was there now, in his heart, spreading like a wildfire. With it came the fear and the panic, the feelings he’d kept stored away for such a long time, locked down tightly. Suddenly he felt it all again, the pain, the nerves, the strong heartbeat. It wasn’t Hanabi’s fault either, who had never tried to date him outside of their one meetup at the festival or kissed him in public or told him to be her exclusive. She had not messed this up, Yuuta had. He had nobody to blame but himself and that realisation was too much.

What to do with this mess he had made for himself now? That morning had opened a cupboard he had kept closed shut for half his life, spilled all of it onto the floor and now Yuuta scrambled to put it all back, push it close and act like it never happened. But it was all too late now, the feelings had already gotten out, travelled to each part of his body and taken over his being. He decided to stay away from Hanabi just a little, just for now, to cool himself down.

This idea went semi-well.

She noticed of course, that he didn’t come by at their usual hours. “Are you sick?” she asked one day when they met each other in the street. It wasn’t a “I’m-so-worried-about-your-health-because-I’m-in-love-with-you” kind of question. It was a very normal question you’d ask a friend you hadn’t seen for a while. Yuuta put his signature smile on his face which didn’t match the turmoil in his inside at all. “Busy,” he lied and she accepted that.

Soon Yuuta missed her though, which made it all even worse. He told himself it was the intimacy he missed, the sex, that both of them were really good at if they did it with each other. So he returned to her, ignored the voice in his head telling him that it was a bad idea and when she whispered into his ear that she had missed “this” the jump of his heart almost gave him a panic attack. Still he stayed, because he was too deep into this now to give it up. At least for now.

There was the option to move on to a different partner. No amount of good sex was worth how scared he was now just to be around Hanabi, theoretically at least. In practise it was hard to pull himself away from her, they really were extraordinarily compatible with each other. Maybe, he thought bitterly, he could blame her a little after all for falling for her.

Yuuta wasn’t even sure what exactly scared him so much. Times had long since changed for most shinobi. They were currently in an unprecedented time of peace. It was very unlikely that Hanabi would be killed any time soon, especially since she was so busy rebuilding her clan and hardly went on missions. Even after the rebuilding process would be done she was planning on becoming a Jounin sensei and as such would only do very small scale missions, at least at first. So what was there to worry about for Yuuta?

If he’d talked to Ino about it, which he usually would and really wanted to, she would have told him this was a good thing that was happening. That Hanabi was capable and smart and beautiful and could match him in every way. That he should dare himself to try this new thing out, that she’d support him if it didn’t work out. That trying and failing was part of the human experience, even for a half alien like him. But Yuuta did not ask Ino, because he knew exactly that this was what she would say. He didn’t need Ino to tell him something he already figured out for himself. Besides, Ino did not feel the mountain of anxiety in his stomach that kept growing every day.

Finally, he could no longer run from how he was feeling. Being with Hanabi was difficult, because his feelings kept distracting him from the act of sex itself. Once the thought that he’d much rather just hold her close and nothing else crossed his mind and shocked him so much that he let go of her face that he’d been holding before. “I - uh”, he didn’t know how to say what he was about to say. “I think we should stop doing this.”

“Huh?” Her eyes opened wider than they usually already did. He ignored how the light reflected off them, how good they looked when they looked directly at him. “I’m just too busy currently. I’m sorry.” Yuuta would surely not win a medal for lying, as much was true.

Hanabi said nothing for a bit, scooching back away from him. She seemed disappointed in a way, but then she just shrugged. “If that is what you want”, she said. “Then yeah, of course.”

They split that day and Yuuta went back home convinced that he could keep this issue contained, if he just tried hard enough. He tried to keep himself busy with work and meeting friends at any time that he could. The only person he avoided was Ino, because her ever so sharp eyes might have noticed something was wrong with him and he wanted to avoid that at any cost. He missed Hanabi, of course, but he was convinced it was better this way, if they only stayed apart he would be able to lock the romantic love away again where it belonged.

He was disappointed too, a little, when he was honest with himself, that Hanabi had not come to seek him out after their split. It was not something he should have been surprised by, since she’d always seemed completely alright with just being friends with something extra, but of course Yuuta had secretly hoped that it would at least hurt her a little to see him walk away. But she did not approach him, in fact, they went for a long time without speaking at all. I guess that's just how it was now.

This could have been the end of it all, for both of them, but life didn’t play that way either. Just a few weeks after that Yuuta walked home from visiting Okami in the evening when he heard loud voices coming from a bar just across the street. He recognised one of them immediately, though he had heard Hanabi drunk only a handful of times. He tried, he really did, to keep himself from walking over and looking at what she was doing, but his feet were moving before his head had caught up. He hadn’t seen her in so long that it felt almost like a necessity to do it now.

Hanabi was inside, Yuuta could see the tail end of her hair fly around as she swung an empty bottle of sake over her head. It made him smile seeing her so excited and carefree, especially since she was smiling wide. It was good that she was enjoying herself, even if he wished that he could be there enjoying himself with her. He was about to rip himself away from the view to walk on when he saw her hand move up to the boy sitting next to her, saw her lay it on his shoulder and squeeze it and his arm in turn move to wrap itself around her shoulders to pull her close.

Before he could stop himself, his body moved on its own again. He stepped forward, pushed the hand of the guy away from her by force and pulled her up to her feet. Hanabi was much smaller than him, who by nature was a giant and so even though she was a trained kunoichi and talented at self defence she had no way of defending herself. “Yuuta?” she said in a question, when he took her wrist into his and pulled her.

“Don’t touch her”, Yuuta heard himself growl at the other guy, who blinked in confusion. Yuuta only realised now that the boy Hanabi had been touching was Sarutobi Konohamaru, a good friend of hers, but nothing more. As far as Yuuta was aware Konohamaru had a partner anyway.

Konohamaru lifted his hands: “I’m sorry, I was just joking around.” He was as red in the face as Hanabi. They were just touchy drunk, nothing else. Yuuta dropped Hanabi’s wrist. He felt so embarrassed that he wondered if he might move to the moon too, at least he was told that was where part of his lineage was from. That would at least be far enough away from here.

“I’m… I’m sorry.” He turned on his heels and walked away from all of them.

That was exactly why romantic love was difficult, because it was destructive and because he couldn’t handle it. Yuuta sat down on a bench just a few streets down, too tired to keep walking, but too awake to go home. He wished he had just walked on when he heard her voice, he wished he could just go back to a few weeks ago when he was normal, king of casual. There were no time machines, unfortunately, so he had to live with his embarrassment on his own. And Hanabi… She probably despised him now and he couldn’t even argue about it. He buried his head in his hands.

“I don’t get you, you know.” A voice said above him. Yuuta lifted his head again. Through his fingers he could see Hanabi in front of him, cheeks still flushed red, head put to the side. He took his hands down.

“What?” he asked and then added instantly, “I’m sorry for how I behaved.”

Hanabi sighed and sat down next to him. “I don’t care about that, really. I’m just confused by the signals you give off.” She put her head into her neck. “At first you want to be friends with benefits, which, fine, then you seem to get closer to me, we spent some time together, even went to that festival which could kind of be seen as a date, then you want to call it off fully and now you have this public display of jealousy….. It’s puzzling.”

How she could be so clear in her mind when she was also so drunk Yuuta did not know, but he watched her from the top down. It shouldn’t surprise him as much as it did that she had noticed his mood swings. It was probably better to just go with the truth, he thought, because then she could reject him and they could both move on, finally.

“It has a simple explanation”, he said and folded his hands in front of him. Hanabi looked up to him: “Really?”

“I think - I might be in love with you.” Saying it out loud was even worse than thinking it.

Hanabi seemed speechless. Nothing, but “Huh?” came out of her mouth. Yuuta decided to take her moment of bafflement to elaborate: “I’m not very good at this love-thing, you know? It made me nervous and.. And panicky. I wanted to be closer and I wanted to run away at the same time. I finally decided it would be better for both of us if we don’t talk to each other anymore. Better for you at least.”

“Why would that be better for me?”, Hanabi huffed.

“I don’t have the best track record with romantic love, which is why I enjoy having things casually. I feel like I am a curse to those I love.” And I don’t want you to be caught up in that, he added in his mind. “I tried to keep the feelings away, but they kept getting in the way and so - well- I tried staying away from you. The last person I was in love with died after we promised to always be together and so… I promised myself to never curse anyone like that again.”

She laughed, full on belly laugh, as if he’d said the most ridiculous thing she’d ever heard. “You think you could curse me by loving me? Yuuta, you are so stupid for such a smart man. I’m sorry your first love died when you should have been together, but you are not a curse just because you love someone. You just grew up in a cruel world where people die, that is not your fault.”

He knew that. At least rationally, he knew all of that, but once the panic had infested his brain it had refused to ever let him go again. “I know”, he said, truthfully.

“I get it”, Hanabi continued, “It worries you. Trauma response. I get it. But you will never learn that you are not the curse, if you don’t try to love again and break it. If you don’t give yourself a chance to feel those feelings again you’ll always have these wrong impressions about yourself. Plus..” She took a breath. “.. I could always support you through all the doubts you might be having.”

It took Yuuta a moment to realise what she had said. He let his head fall down so he could directly look into hers, eyes open and wide. “What are you saying?”, he asked, but he already knew what she had meant.

“Well you confessed to me, you know”, Hanabi grinned back. “Usually people go out after that if the feeling is mutual.”

His breath hitched. “Is it?”

Hanabi rolled her eyes: “You can be so dense sometimes. You think I would have met you as often as I did if it wasn`t? I just thought you wanted nothing but casual. I just- hey, what are you-” Yuuta had gotten up and lifted Hanabi up in his arms.

They kissed, just there, in the middle of the night and Hanabi tasted like too much sake, which made Yuuta laugh.

“I’m taking you home”, he said with a wink and turned to go, Hanabi still hanging half over his arms.

She laughed: “You have your confidence back, huh?”

“How could I not be confident right now?” Yuuta grinned. “I have a beautiful woman in my arms who loves me as I love her, what could be better.” There was still a slight panic in his heart when he said those things out loud, but Hanabi’s arm was clutching around his neck and her skin on his skin soothed him. Maybe she was right, maybe they could work on this together.

“Oh, and tell Konohamaru that from now on I want him to touch you less.” Yuuta looked down on Hanabi, who furrowed a brow. “At least when I am not around and when I am around he also should touch me.” He winked.

Hanabi laughed again and it was a wonderful sound. “I’ll let him know.”

#fanfiction things #im like thiiiiiiiiiiiis close to making this canon in my au #i mean i did mention Ko offhandedly lmao #meow

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drarryruinedme7 · 3 years

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Heyyy, can you recommend me some underrated heavy angst drarry fic please, thank you!!

Hi, nonnie! Sorry it took me so long to reply :) I tried not to mention well-known fics on this list as your request is for "underrated" which I believe is a bit of a subjective discernment. To choose the fics, I went with titles I've rarely seen recced in the fandom. That said, these are some of my favourites fics! Hope you enjoy and mind the tags.

Crucio by @rockmarina (T; 3.3k; 2019) *hurt/comfort

Summary: "It is our choices that show what we truly are." But what about those who don't really have a choice? This is how their journey together starts: with an Unforgivable, a confession and the incessant dripping of a faucet.

Alive by @fleetofshippyships-archive (M; 4.4k; 2017)

Summary: After the war, Harry is lost. Angry or numb, nothing feels the same. The only thing unchanged is the way Malfoy makes him feel, until that too is no longer the same.

Blood and Sugar by phrynne (E; 7.4k; 2017)

Summary: I wonder again if this, his touch, is the reason I keep taking hits on the field and not giving a flying fuck what happens to me.

Half Awake, Half Asleep by NoclueIdunno (M; 19.4k; 2020)

Summary: Twelve years after the War, on his final trip outside, Draco stumbles upon the last person he wanted to see.

Thunder by @keyflight790 (E; 21.5k; 2019)

Summary: The storm will disappear; the rain will subside; but what's left in its wake will last forever. A story of love and loss, redemption and thunder.

remember me by hupsoonheng (T; 31k; 2019) *memory loss

Summary: On a chilly day in October, Draco kisses Harry goodbye before he goes on yet another dangerous, undercover mission with the Aurors. And then Harry doesn't come back. Only Draco believes that Harry isn't dead, and pours himself into finding his husband despite his friends' pleas to move on and grieve properly. What he finds at the end of that work, though, is not at all what he wanted.

The Shadowy Corners by @kedavranox (E; 29.2k; 2013) *mpreg

Summary: Fifteen years after the war, Draco is still struggling to survive. Living in squalor and under heavy Ministry restrictions, Draco takes Pansy's advice on an option he had never thought to consider before. A means to regain everything he lost and more, courtesy of the wizarding hero --Harry Potter.

Everything That Happens is From Now On by @thusspoketrish

(E; 42.9k) 2018) *rape

Summary: After surviving a brutal assault, Draco tries to navigate the tumultuous waters of his mind, and embrace a bit of love and trust in his life. After all, the smallest steps forward can begin to heal the most fractured of souls.

Now My Neck Is Open Wide (begging for a fist around it) by LadySlytherin (E; 75k; 2016) *mpreg

Summary: Six months post-war, Harry meets Grayson Wenke, a famous Quidditch player. Harry believes he's found the love of his life, and a Happily Ever After ending suitable for the storybooks. When Grayson slowly goes from Prince Charming to a monster behind closed doors, Harry finds himself trapped, and alone, and fearing for his life. When Harry realizes he's pregnant, the opportunity for escape - and a real Happily Ever After - presents itself as none other than Draco Malfoy. The only question is if Harry is brave enough to take a chance, and strong enough to heal.

Though My Mind Could Think (I still was a mad man) by @cassiaratheslytherpuff (E; 87k; 2019)

Summary: After years of pretending he's fine and just waiting for the day he isn't needed anymore Harry wins the war. He tries to kill himself, but of all people, Malfoy saves him. Harry realises that if he has the courage to die, he should also have the courage to live. Ultimately this is a story about recovery, but it's also about all the things you sometimes have to go through to get there.

Tit for Tat by @mintamintathings (E; 388.8k; 2021)

Summary: Our story picks up five years post-war. Harry's ready to come out and leave the public life behind; Draco's looking for quiet reintegration into magical society in London. True angst! Emotional vulnerability! Romance of the star-crossed lover variety! If you're looking for a plot-driven epic with all the smut and all the feels, here it is, folks.

#drarry #drarry squad #drarry fanfics #drarry fanfictions #heavy angst #angst #hurt/comfort #draco x harry #draco malfoy #harry potter #mpreg #drarry fics #drarry recs #drarry rec fic #drarry rec list #underrated fics #check the tags before reading

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jikookpancakes · 3 years

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JIKOOK FIC RECS that no one asked for (2021)

but im giving anyway because THE TALENT IN THIS FANDOM IS INSANE

long post incoming!! this is probably just part 1 because i wont stop reading anytime soon so i’m inserting that link just in case i do make another one in the future

What’s a Soul Really Worth, Anyway? by thisneedsmorefilth - 130k words, fantasy, demon!jm, witch!jk, listen, this and the next one are my top 2 jikook fics of all time, so well-written, plot so exciting legit reads like a book, better than a lot of books tbh, the world-building is INSANE, jungkook and the gang accidentally summon demon!jimin and chaos ensue, especially for jungkook...and you know why!!!, so funny, angsty, cried so much, happy ending but listen to me: you gotta read the sequel too, YOU GOTTA.

Militat Omnis Amans: The Beginnings by edaen - 92k words, fantasy, werewolf!jk, vampire!jm, forbidden love, super slow burn but super worth it, JIKOOK IN THIS IS MY FAVORITE JIKOOK IN ANY FIC EVER EVER EVER, this is the ultimate all or nothing will freeze hell over for the other kind of love, and the way this is written is just so... how do i describe it. like you can just tell the author wanted to be very realistic with their feelings. you’ve seen the word count, this is SLOW burn. like you will legit feel their struggle to just be able to love each other and while it hurts, it’s also SO GLORIOUS. i love this one so much and if you like reading angst with happy ending but like cranked up to 200% then read this. bonus feels if you read the whole series

Until Dawn (series) by edaen - this is the long series where the previous one above is part of. highly rec if you love fantasy and you wanna read about bts being a rag tag group of supernatural beings fighting evil yay. also it makes the above fic more satisfying because you see more of jikook just being tgt and in love (with bonus angst because of course)

7 Signs by NamHyora - 27k words, secret spies au, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm who is always used as a raven in their operations aka they use jimin and his attractive self to attract people and gather information or acquire targets and all that spy stuff, and his bestie alpha jk is not too happy about it hehe, friends to lovers, iove this one so much i wish it was longer but i think the author is planning to write a sequel!

Drop Like Confetti by annie_vi - 110k words, ceo!jk, age difference, age swap, ahhh i love this fic so much cause jimin smart and mature and has this no bs attitude, and he can keep up with jk despite the age gap and the difference in status/experiences, jk sexy dilf in this one eheh, i love it cause the drama/angst tackles a very real concern for such couples, like there’s no angst just for the sake of having angst, it really makes sense where they’re both coming from, they’re so whipped for eo too so love that for me

Fold it Up Like Origami by annie_vi - 99k words, gamer!jk, model!jm, same author as above and jk is so boyfriend goals in this one and in all this author’s fics in general like wow my standards are so high now i will legit be single forever just reading jikook fics (with no regrets), secret relationship due to their celeb status, well-written as usual, dialogues/banter in this author’s fics are just YES

The Tournament by kinkmins - 34k words, prince!jm, bodyguard!jk, abo, i’ll paste part of the summary here “Prince Jimin gets ready to hold a tournament where 50 alphas compete for a chance to court him, his father the king hires a new bodyguard who is a little too blunt and a little too talkative.“, i really love this oneeeee

Screwed Up and Brilliant by annie_vi - 113k words, escort!jk, jimin needed a date for a work event and in comes jungkook, escort extraordinaire with a no sex rule and jimin is just dasdkjfhasl, a lot of that “is this real or is he just acting” kinda angst, fluff smut angst

Like Everything Glows by annie_vi - 180k words, merman!jm, aquatic vet!jk, ok this is like my 4th rec from this author just read all their fics you’re welcome, this is their first fantasy fic but soso good, i rec’d this to someone who doesn’t really read fics and she really loved it and said “their love is so pure hhh”, she’s right

Track one: I love you by honeydice - 30k words, they’re “just” best friends, lots of pining it hurts, there’s some yoonmin and mentioned past jinmin in this so just noting in case, angst, denial of feelings, siiiiigh

InYou by edaen - 4k words, pwp :), abo, the morning after jikook mating, more sexytimes ensue + fluff

Falling For You Again by Rose_gold715 - 30k words, amnesia au, jk forgets about jimin and idk just something about this hits right in the feels. btw i don’t support the jk hated jm before in real life agenda so i don’t like this fic for that reason but i like this fic because i love me some good painful angst with happy ending.

The President’s Son by AmeliaBedelia - 55k words, bodyguard!jk, president’s son!jm, jk is assigned to shadow jm bc his life is under threat, and things develop :), jm is jk’s gay awakening :) :)

A Touch of Sin by pettey - 102k words, fantasy au, police officer!jk, supernatural!jm, shamanism, LOOK AT THE RANGE OF JIKOOK WRITERS YALL, this is such an interesting concept, so different from every other fic i’ve read, really well-written, sometimes you come across fics and you cant help but go “someone out there rly blessing me with this art for free”

Tears to the Tide by haromame - 65k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, honestly there’s not a lot of abo elements it’s focused more on jungkook having ptsd as he just came from war, established relationship jikook, he comes back home to jimin and things have just... changed. except their love ok THEY LOVE EO SO MUCH this made me cry so f much ugh so good tho.

Zero Hour by edaen - 5k words, canon compliant, a little drabble based around rosebowl jikook, it’s part of a series/collection of canon compliant jikook so if you’re looking for more canon compliant here you go!!, also if you can’t tell already i tend to like several things from a single author, i haven’t read their other fics im legit saving for sad days but i am confident enough to say their other fics are also rec-worthy.

Wonder by wordcouture - 7k words, im sorry in advance, mcd :( pls take care of yourself, i don’t like sad endings ok i don’t, but this is so popular and i was like, ok let’s see what the hype is all about, i get it now, :((((((((((((((((((((, well-written tho, bc the author will manage to crush your heart in just 7k words ha ha

The Omega Revolution by PinkBTS - 158k words, abo, alpha!jk omega!jm, dystopian au, the hunger games more specifically mockingjay vibes, angst with happy ending but there’s some...things... lost along the way and i think that’s realistic for a dystopian war au, well-written

Blind Switch - 226k words, jockey!jk, rich spoiled brat!jm, jm gets exiled to his grandparents ranch where he meets jk yeehaw, im sorry for the yeehaw, anyway fluff smut angst enemies friends to lovers hurt/comfort slow burn happy ending, all the good stuff, ugh jk so boyfriend goals, also the amount of fluff in the later chapters thank u writer

Finally by Rose_gold715 - 12k words, abo, alpha!jk, omega!jm, angst with happy ending, jikook mate out of convenience and jimin runs away from jk and his pack feeling unloved and outcasted, but jungkook goes after him :((

Park Jimin’s Guide to Good Housekeeping by Ashlyn17 - 235k words, fantasy au, when i say jikook has the best fic writers i mean jikook has the best fic writers because THE WORLD-BUILDING in this one?, THE PLOT TWIST?, yesyesyes, jungkook is a powerful fae and jimin is assigned to be his housekeeper hehe, listen my entire fic rec has several that could be great netflix shows and this is definitely one of them

A Spell That Reminds Me of Your Name by Chimneycricket - 42k words, wizards!au, enemies to friends to lovers and the development felt natural, well-written plus the author sometimes makes art of their fics and other jikook fics and posts on twitter, both their fics and art are so good, i’ve heard good stuff about their other fics too :)

that’s it for now!

just a quick one about my preferences: idc about tops/bottoms, i read just about anything but i prefer fantasy and multi-chaptered fics, i love established relationship jikook so hmu with recs anytime, i don’t like reading anything with cheating and mcd, i love fics where jk and jm are just so friggin in love they are just IT for eo, and at the end of the day even if there are elements to the fics i wouldn’t normally read, as long as they’re well-written then i’m all for it

#jikook #kookmin #jikook fic rec #bts #jimin #jungkook #there's some that i wanna include but they're gone from ao3 now so sad #lesson: read these while you still can #i have so much more saved to read omg #i shall return with a part 2 #fic rec

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I notice that in many Caryl stories you write always involve the concepts of marriage life and baby. I wonder if it is a thing for all the couples you ship or just for Caryl in particular? And why? Don't get me wrong I love all your understandings and description. It is just in real life I am not quite interested in marriage and tend to hold a pessimistic attitude towards it. But those happiness conveyed by your beautiful words touch me and I am curious what exactly leads to your views about them :)

Hi there!

Firstly, thank you for the compliment. I’m glad that anything I may write could touch you.

Secondly, I usually think I’m pretty open regarding my writing, but I’m going to give you the long answer to your question. (I’m not Ramblin’ Rose for nothing, LOL!)

I am not married. I have never been married, never want to be married, etc. I do not have, in real life, a wholly optimistic view of marriage. I also have no children. I am disabled and, therefore, cannot physically have children. However, I don’t really want children, either, and therefore haven’t adopted, etc.

That being said, the relationship/marriage/children world of bliss is my FAVORITE thing to write. I write it for all the couples that I ship. Even the couples who may not go the traditional route of building their family, still go on this family building adventure.

I wish I had some great and amazing response for you as to why. Probably, there’s some psychological interest there with things that I don’t/will not (by choice or otherwise) ever have in life. Mostly, though, it’s that I simply ENJOY writing these things. I enjoy the feelings, emotions, character development, etc. that they bring. I enjoy the happiness and warmth. And, let’s face it, life is hard and dark sometimes. I enjoy the happy little mental chemicals that I get from their happiness—and from sharing that happiness with anyone who wants to read it and join me in feeling that happiness.

There’s a bit more to it, as well, that kind of goes back to bad interactions with people in my past and my own life. I’ve always loved writing about these things (I also write non-fandom things), and I saw no particular reason to change it. I’m a Caryl OG, so I’ve been here forever. In the beginning, there were some people who kind of backlashed against me for doing the same types of things all the time. There are some who have thought that, because they didn’t care for it, I wasn’t allowed to care for it. There are people who refuse to read anything I’ve written (which is totally their choice, of course) because they don’t like the themes (also valid), but who also think that they should tell me about it, and tell me how I could “write well” if only I wrote what they wanted.

I went through some stages where I listened to some of these people, particularly because of their involvement in my personal life, and I wrote some things that didn’t make me happy. I really ruined some stories (for myself) because I didn’t let them go the way that I wanted because I wanted to make other people happy. I put what others wanted above what I wanted and what made me happy and, then, when I realized a little about how their “guidance” for me wasn’t really because of any concern for me, I felt pretty bad about my “ruined” stories.

Now, I’m trying very hard to simply write what I enjoy. Few people enjoy what I enjoy, and I know that. I’m not one of the writers who have the droves of followers, or whatever, but the people who do read my stories and choose to interact with me enjoy what I enjoy. They are optimist, uplifting, and they are usually good friends with whom to connect. What’s more, they are made happy by the things that make me happy.

So, in the long of things (because the short wouldn’t work here), I write these things simply because the fiction of it and the imagination of it all makes me happy. Life is hard, sometimes, and the world can be a pretty dark place. We have to find happiness and joy where we can. I love writing and sharing. I love connecting with the people that read my work. I love making them happy, in some little way, when I can. I love the happiness that I find from writing, and the family/marriage/baby stories make me happiest of all.

And, of course, I’m not trying to change anyone’s views on reality. This is just idealized fiction. I do hope, however, that you find some happiness when you read it!

Thank you, again! I hope this has answered your question a little, and do feel free to come off anon, if you’re ever in the mood, and send me a chat! (I’m also sorry for all the probable typos, but I don’t have time to correct everything right now!)

#caryl #caryl fanfic #caryl fanfiction #mandrea #mandrea fanfic #mandrea fanfiction #msr fanfic #msr fanfiction #j/c fanfic #j/c fanfiction #cyreese fanfic #cyreese fanfiction #rose writes stuff #and it's often about marriage/family #and babies!#thanks anon!

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So… I’m not quite sure what you write, like if you do sadder stuff or not but I came up with this idea bc I’m currently going thru a loss (she took her life) and otto and Norman are two of my comfort characters, I was wondering if you could maybe do a lil fic with reader and otto and/or Norman where they comfort the reader because they/she is dealing with said loss? I completely understand if you won’t want to as it is sad, but if you do, I would honestly find some comfort in it 🤍 xx

of course! i hope this helps you a little bit. xx

fandom: marvel

pairing: otto octavius/reader (not specific, can be read as romantic or platonic)

warnings: death of a loved one, mentions of a parents passing, angst

word count: 667 words

It feels odd to go back into work.

The lab feels so much more empty now – without your friend by your side. It’s been quieter – the air in the lab uncanny to the touch. You were still determined on finishing your work, of course – but you couldn’t help but notice the decline of speed in your coding.

You couldn’t give yourself a break. You didn’t want that. The thought of asking for a few vacation days made you feel more uneasy the more you thought about it – alone in your apartment, with no one to call.

No thank you. You’d rather have the lab eat you whole.

“Y/N? What are you still doing here?”

You look up from your hunched over position at your desk. The difference between the lighting from your monitor and the usual fluorescent lamps that illuminated your place of work making you furrow your brows – eyes straining as you look for the source of the voice.

“Dr. Octavius? What are you still doing here?”

It was a little past midnight, so the question was redundant. You knew why he was here – you were on his team and this was his lab. But for some reason you didn’t think about that in this moment. It just didn’t register in your mind. You take your glasses and take them off of your face, and rub the bridge of your nose.

Octavius closes the door behind him. He crosses the room to take a look what you were doing. He then places a hand on your shoulder to make you shift your attention towards him – away from the troubles that the current state of code was giving you.

“Norman told me to not be so hard on you.”

He starts, and you tense up – which he notices. You were hoping that he would get the hint, to leave you alone with the topic – but unfortunately he had other plans. He takes the moment to grab a nearby chair for himself, to sit next to you, but at an arm’s length.

“How have you been dealing?”

You turn to him briefly, trying to look confident about what you’re about to say. You failed, and you know that you will always fail. He always has been able to read you like an open book.

You shouldn’t even try to lie to him.

“I’ve been doing alright. Really – don’t worry about me.”

You try, a smile on your face that speaks anything but honesty to him. He decides to play a long, the expression on his face is one that you’re familiar with – he’s thinking about what to say next. He had his way with words, but even sometimes, he had to dwell on them. Even if just for a brief moment.

“When I lost my mother, I was around your age.”

Now why did he have to say just that?

He leans an arm on the desk, and looks to the side, just so you’re not stuck with being watched.

“I felt like my entire world fell apart around me. She left a hole that nothing could fill or mend.”

It hit hard, right were you needed it, and you averted your eyes from his face. You were trying hard to not breakdown in front of your mentor, and he didn’t mention a word about it.

“She’s still there, you know? I will forever grieve her,”

He places a hand on your arm that’s leaning on your desk.

“I’ve gotten to accept that she’s no longer there. Some people can’t be replaced and that’s okay. You can learn how to live without their guiding hand.”

He smiles at you now.

“It helped that I had people around me that cared for me.”

A tear spills across your cheek now, and you wipe it away with the sleeve of your lab coat. You lean back into your chair, you expression falls and you meet his eyes again.

“I just hope you know you’re not alone. I’m there for you.”

#requests #tanzmajor speaks #doc ock x reader #otto octavius x reader

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mydramaspace · 3 years

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Part 3: "Are you really that oblivious?" In which everything floods out into the open.

If you're new here, you can read Part 1 here and Part 2 here! :')

Part 3. Posted on 7 May 2021.

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Sometimes, you feel like your entire life is going to be a series of duck-and-hides from people you know. Because that is what you have been doing ever since you ran out from the cafeteria a week ago when you saw Joo Hyuk looking at you. Min Hyuk has been trying to contact you everyday, but you've ignored every single one of his texts and calls, and have hardly left your room. Yes, it is unhealthy to eat only slices of bread for breakfast, lunch and dinner each day but desperate times call for desperate measures and you know for sure there has been no person more desperate than you for a while now. But today, you will have to step out. You will have to brave the world, and confront anything that needs confrontation. But that's okay, you've got a solution for that: headphones, loud music, and power walking. No one would dare approach you if they couldn't see you power walk your way past them. One can only catch you if they see you, haha!

Even as you step out into the street, you know your plan is the stupidest thing you've ever thought of, and you've done many stupid things, including but not limited to thinking fuck meant a variety of fish. You duck your head, put on the most fast-paced music you have and begin your walk of shame to the administrative office to drop off your test results. Walk of shame indeed, your answers on that test will be enough to give your examiner second-hand embarrassment for most of his life.

Your mind must be playing tricks on you because everywhere you look, you keep seeing Joo Hyuk. Or so you think, because it is never actually him. He wears a lot of the same fandom shirts for some game that a lot of boys at your university wear too. Capitalism has really made life difficult for everyone on the planet, and you finally agree with every anti-capitalist argument you've heard till date. Capitalism is making it difficult for you to walk a few meters without flinching every time you see a t-shirt that reminds you of Joo Hyuk. You're so busy keeping an eye out for him, you forget about the other annoying brat who's on your tail. Min Hyuk.

And Min Hyuk grabs your hoodie and drags you all the way to the classroom upstairs. You struggle, throw a tantrum, almost like you're crying for your life because who knows what sort of nonsensical things he's gonna feed into your mind at this point. You resist until he lets you go in front of the classroom, both of you breathing hard, and whack him on his head. Hard. "Ow! That almost makes me regret helping him." Min Hyuk glares at you. "Help? Help who?"

"Why don't you find out genius?" You shoot a dirty look at him and walk into the classroom, only to come to a dead halt. Joo Hyuk is standing there, his back to you, and on the board in front of him, is a graph and many many equations. A laugh strangles its way out of you, and then you're laughing loudly, clutching your stomach. For a moment there you thought, no, you hoped, he was going to confess that he likes you. Foolish foolish thought, Y/n. Min Hyuk must have snitched to him that you're struggling with your Statistics revision, and being the good best friend he is, Joo Hyuk has stepped forward to help.

You are so embarrassed, you want to fling yourself off the cliff that is a few kilometers away from your campus.

Joo Hyuk jumps, startled by your laugh. When his eyes land on you, his entire body relaxes, and you realize how painfully him that gesture is. Well that is what best friends are like around each other right? Completely at ease. That's what your mind is saying, the logical, rational way of thinking. The way that will not end up in you hoping for something more, then being disappointed and then crying yourself to sleep again. But your heart...you heart is saying something else entirely.

"You're here!" It's as if his entire being lights up on seeing your awkward wave and he excitedly grabs you by the shoulders and pushes you to stand in front of the board where all the equations begin. You know, I'm really not in the mood for stats now, of all times. Maybe you should say it out loud. Maybe you should tell him, for once, and safeguard yourself from the hurt you know is going to consume you the minute you realize it's not the confession that your heart is hoping for.

"Joo Hyuk I-" your sentence is cut off when you realize how close Joo Hyuk is standing to you. Your back is almost touching his chest, and you can feel the heat emanating from his gray sweatshirt, smell that ocean-scented detergent he always uses on his clothes, and feel the hairs rising on your hand, your ears going red, and the throbbing of your heart. You can see the smudges of chalk dust all over his face, and the lights overhead sparkle in his eyes like star dust. And his eyes are on you. "You what, Y/n?"

"I-" Words seem to have fled your mind.

"You can tell me later. First, take a look at the board."

"I'm not in the mood for a math lesson, y'know?"

"Okay, but it's not a math lesson."

You cut a quick glance to the board and scoff. There are plus and minus symbols all over the place, and similarity indexes scribbled hastily alongside a graph chart. "Okay fine, it's a stats lesson. But I'm not in the mood for that either."

"Really? Did you take a proper look at the first equation?" You roll your eyes but take a look, curiosity stemming through you. "The mode equation?" You wonder out loud, and Joo Hyuk voices an affirmation, and that's when you feel the warmth spreading all over your arm. You turn sharply, to see his hand over yours, a piece of chalk tucked into your fingers. You look at him, hardly breathing, hardly hoping because these things only happen in fiction. How can this be happening to you? No, he's just helping you out that's all. Nothing more. Nothing-

"Look at it properly, Y/n, please." He guides your hand to the equation, the feel of his rough calloused palm against the back of your hand sending shivers running through you. "See what it says?"

All sense, all coherency, all your English words have deserted you when you most need them. "The what now?" And he laughs looking at your expression, and its a laugh that rumbles through his chest into you like a physical hug of comfort and you want to wallow in it forever, you don't want this moment to ever end. "The formula for the mode of my thoughts."

That snaps you back. The mode of his...thoughts?

"Your thoughts?"

You've never been so grateful that he's taller than you. Because this, standing with him, feels like heaven. And even if he never confesses to you, you'll take the memory of this to your grave, relive it a hundred times in life and even more so in death. So much more that you're determined to be called the ghost of reliving in whichever place all people go to after they die.

Joo Hyuk's laughter gets happier, and you slap your free palm across your mouth, horrified that you said all that out loud. "But, Y/n, I am confessing. Or at least I'm trying to, but you're not cooperating." He grins at you like everything is alright in the world, like he hasn't just dropped a verbal atomic bomb on you just now.

"You're what?"

He pulls you gently to the graph, one hand still enclosed around your hand with the chalk pressing into your palm. You clutch it tighter, almost unable to believe that this is actually happening. "Take a look." he lets go and steps back, and you step back too, almost in reflex, to get a good look.

And your breath leaves you in one breath.

Because on the graph, you see your name multiple times. "Wait, you do know what mode is right?" Joo Hyuk sounds panicked, and you would have smacked him if you weren't so inexplicably happy right now.

"Yes. The element that is repeated the most number of times. So if this is a mode of your thoughts..."

"It means I think of you the most every day of the week, every hour of the day, most of the minutes of the hour, because I do spend some minutes thinking of when to do my laundry sometimes and then I need to think of feeding my dog and I-"

You don't let him finish the sentence and fling yourself at him, enveloping him a tight hug. "You're such a dork." Your voice is all wavy because of the emotions threatening to consume you. Happiness, surprise, happiness, surprise, love. "Is that in a good way or a bad way?"

"What do you think?" You demand, unable to believe how oblivious he's being.

"Well, about 50% of researches online say it's a negative connotation, and the remaining 50 are divided in their results and I don't know which one I believe frankly because most of their data is skewed and their data sets rarely match the published-"

"Oh my god, it's a good thing you dork!" You press your lips to his, effectively silencing him. It takes him a good moment to kiss you back, but when he does, it's enough to make the world slip beneath your feet.

But that's okay because he grabs onto you, and you're very sure you will not be letting go of him too. And in the corner of the board, in the teeniest letters ever possible are the words I see sparks fly, whenever you smile.

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A/n: I had the biggest grin on my face while I was writing, cause ahhhhh these two nerds <3

Hope you liked this haha!

#nam joo hyuk #korean actor #adorable dork #nam joo hyuk x reader #reader x nam joo hyuk #fanfic #reader romance #romance #friends to lovers #nam do san #start up #korean drama

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writings-of-a-hufflepuff · 3 years

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I Don’t Want to Be Alone Anymore

Fandom: Star Wars

Collection/Series: N/A

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader (Gender Neutral - No pronouns or identifiers used to my knowledge, if i’ve missed something let me know)

Writer: @writings-of-a-hufflepuff aka @hufflepuffing-all-day-long

Rating: T

Warnings: Angst, feelings of low self-worth, loneliness, but there’s some fluff to it too.

Requested by anon: Hi!! Could I please request Poe Dameron x reader with the prompts “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” + “I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re so amazing.” + “I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone.” 😘 Please and thank you!!!

Summary: You’ve been feeling incredibly lonely as of late, missing something in your life that seems unattainable, out of your reach. When you can’t sleep Poe finds you sitting atop the Millennium Falcon and a heart to heart is had.

Notes: This was supposed to be a prompt, but honestly got quite large so I made it into more of a one-shot.

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You had been rather melancholic as of late. That was the best way to describe you. Melancholic, sad, down in the dumps, just not your usual bubbly happy self. You knew that the other’s had taken notice of it, everyone was constantly trying to make you laugh, tiptoeing around subjects that could make you sadder. Your patients noticed the change in your bedside manner as well trying to cheer you up even when they were the ones in pain. In truth you just...you were lonely.

You had so many friends and you could be on a resistance base full of people and still you felt lonely. Your whole life thus far had been overtaken by the resistance, by war, by fighting the good fight, so much so that you’d had no time for romance, for love and companionship. You were beginning to feel that yearning, that ache deep in your soul for something more. But, you doubted you were good enough for it, that you deserved it. Surely, if you’d been worthy someone would have come in and swept you off your feet by now? But, no one had and you were once again alone, alone and doubting your achievements, doubting your skills as a doctor, as a medic, as a key member of the resistance. You often wanted to kick yourself, it was all so trivial in comparison to the fight that was going on, compared to the First Order.

You’d been unable to sleep, the muggy air on Ajan Kloss, the sounds of skittering wildlife and the ache in your chest, that lonely sadness, all combined to force you out of your cot and into the night air. Tossing and turning had proved fruitless and so instead you found yourself a little perch atop the Millenium Falcon, knees pulled up to your chest, chin resting atop them.

Ajan Kloss was beautiful as planets go, with a vibrant jungle and active wildlife, it felt like the centre of the universe sometimes. Like the place where life originated. Lately, there had been talk about what everyone would do once the war with the First Order was over, what people were fighting for. Your answers always felt lacking. You had no lover you were fighting for, no future marriage or children that you were fighting to obtain...because you were alone. It never used to be a problem, you had started out in the resistance because you believed it was the right thing to do, you still do, but you wanted more from your life than that of a lonely rebel.

“Now what would you be doing out here on your lonesome, sweetheart? Shouldn’t you be sleeping?” You look down to see Poe standing, wide stance, knuckles on his hips, beneath you. His hair is a mess of curls, clearly the result of lying in bed for any length of time and he’s stripped down to the bare essentials. A white undershirt, a pair of comfortable trousers, the chain with his mother’s ring that he always wears around his neck. He looks beautiful in the moonlight, always does, but especially in the moonlight.

“Couldn’t sleep, General…” Your normal teasing tone at his rank is missing and it makes Poe frown. You sound sad, you look sad. Your shoulders hunched in, your brows pulled together, lips turned down. You’ve been like this a lot lately, he’s missed your smile, the one that puts little creases around your mouth and crinkles your eyes. He’s missed your happiness.

“Mind if I join?” Your nod is all he needs to start climbing up the Falcon to sit beside you. He sits close enough that your arms are touching, hips pressed against one another as if he can give you some semblance of happiness from his own body. It is both a relief to your touch starved soul and a torture, a reminder that you don’t actually have this, not with him, not with anyone.

Poe isn’t your partner, your lover, your future husband. He is simply your General, your friend. No matter how handsome he is, how much you desire him, he doesn’t desire you and it stings. To your lonely mind it doesn’t matter that you’ve never said a word to him about your feelings, all that matters is that you’re alone, even with him sitting beside you. It’s hard to understand that he is there because he cares.

“So, what’s wrong? You’ve not been yourself lately…”

“I...Poe...I don’t…” You turn your head away from him, gazing off into the jungle, not wanting him to see the tears that have started to collect in your eyes. You don’t want this conversation because it’s embarrassing, embarrassing that you’re lonely, embarrassing that after all this time you’re still on your own.

“I would say we don’t have to talk about this, but sweetheart, we have to talk about this. You’re sad all the time, I just want to help.” A gentle hand at your cheek turns your face back towards his, fingers sliding down to cup the side of your neck, thumb grazing against the curve of your jaw. Poe tightens his grip at the tears collecting in your eyes, you look utterly hopeless in that moment and it tears at his heart.

“What’s wrong?”

“I...I’m so lonely, Poe…everyone has all these plans. How they’re going to go back home, get married, raise some kids. I just...I want that, but I know i’m not good enough. I’m so alone and it feels like that’s never going to change. I just want to be swept off my feet…is that so bad? I’m fed up of being alone. I’ve been alone my entire life and I...I just...I feel like i’m not good enough, like i’m going to be alone forever.” You had spent all your life alone, between being orphaned from a young age, working constantly to get your qualifications as a doctor and the resistance, there had never been anyone. You wanted someone, a companion, a kindred spirit, a soulmate. Someone you could curl up next to after a long day, someone you could make a family with, someone you could kiss and cuddle and love.

It seemed out of reach. Like something not meant for you, not made for you. Why would anyone choose you when there were so many better options out there, so many other people who could provide them with more.

There’s a silence that falls over the two of you, Poe’s thumb still stroking at your jaw as his heart breaks for you. He loves you, he’s known it since his capture by the First Order, but he’s never said a word, terrified of losing you from his life altogether. The thought that you believe you’re not good enough, that you’re not deserving of, worthy of being swept off of your feet, of love, hurts him. It cuts deep, a vibroblade straight to his heart. His lips part with a sad sigh, furrowing his brows as he frowns down at you.

“Sweetheart, you are so worthy of love. God, I want you to be proud of yourself. I want you to believe that you’re good enough because you are. You’re amazing. You’re everything.” He’s pulling you closer, your legs thrown over his so that he can drill into you just how wonderful you are. You’re so beautiful, so kind, so good. You’ve healed his many wounds, made him laugh when he wants to cry, taken such good care of everyone around you that the thought that you’re not worthy of love is laughable. You deserve every good thing in the world.

“Then why does no one want me? Why am I still alone?” There’s a tremble to your bottom lip, to your voice, a wetness that comes only from tears and it has Poe pressing his forehead to yours with closed eyes and deep sigh. That you think no one wants you...that you think he doesn’t want you hurts but it’s his fault, he knows he’s hidden his feelings well, kept them behind a guise of friendship and harmless flirtation.

“Because I’m the biggest coward in the galaxy.”

“What?” You’re confused, pulling away to search his face for some sort of meaning, hand gripping his wrist, unsure, confused. He’s never been so scared in his life, it seems crazy, to be scared of telling you something as simple as how much he loves you, when he’s literally been tortured, faced life or death. But, this is scarier, this is his whole world hinged on your rejection or acceptance, but he can’t live with you not knowing, thinking that no one loves you, wants you when he absolutely does.

“I’ve loved you since I escaped the First Order, hell, maybe I loved you before that. But, I’ve been...I was so scared of losing you as a friend that I never said anything. But, I love you, dank farrik, I love you and you’re wanted and you’re needed and that’s never been in question, sweetheart.” He wants to grab you and kiss you, show you how much feeling you inspire in him, but he knows this is a lot, he knows the chances of you never having even been kissed before are high and the thought of panicking you, pushing you, stops him.

“You...you love me? Poe…?”

“I love you and if...if you don’t feel the same that’s fine, but I can’t have you thinking that you’re not wanted because you absolutely are.” It feels like your chest might actually burst open, like your heart wants to jump from your body and into his.

He loves you. Poe Dameron, Resistance General, flyboy, extraordinary pilot, friend, loves you. He wants you, the one man you’d never hoped would, loves you. There are still tears collecting in your eyes, but they’re a different sort, the sort that comes from overwhelming happiness.

“I love you too” It’s sobbed out, you can’t really control the watering of your eyes or the way your voice shakes as you press your forehead back to his and cup his jaw in your hands. He’s patient though, just whispers how happy he is, how much he loves you too while you let the tears flow.

When the tears stop coming and you’re just smiling at him, nose brushing against his own, that’s when he asks. “Have you ever kissed anyone before?” He knows the answers, deep in his soul, but it’s your information to give, your piece of yourself to share and he makes sure to dip his eyes down to your lips and bit his own just to bring that flustered expression to your face, the one that makes you look just the tiniest bit startled and excited. You are wanted. He’s never going to let you think otherwise.

“No…” Your eyes drop down to follow the line his tongue paints across his plump bottom lip, swallow hard at the prospect that this man, this man who loves you, might want to kiss you. It is exciting and terrifying at the same time, the thought that you might be absolutely terrible at it, that you have no clue what you’re doing, but that you want to try anyway, with him.

“Well, that’s a damn crime, sweetheart.” One corner of his mouth quirks up forcing that dimple of his back into view and while his voice is confident and almost brash, Poe’s eyes are soft, crinkling at the corners. “Will you let me kiss you?”

“Please.” Your voice is needy and high, soft as a whisper as if you’re worried speaking too loud will make him disappear. He’s not sure he could move even if the First Order came raining down on Ajan Kloss. You’ve captured him without bindings, he doesn't want to move from your orbit.

With one hand he cups the back of your neck to pull you closer, the other encasing your cheek, brushing sweet little circles across the breadth of it. He’s slow as he moves you closer, gives you time to back out, in case you need to, in case this is too much too soon, but you don’t.

His lips are soft and careful at first, pressing against yours, closed mouthed and undemanding. His nose gently pressing against your cheek as he eases you into the sensation of another person’s lips against your own. The press of his body to yours has you gasping quietly, mouth parting and Poe takes this as an invitation, gently pressing his tongue into your mouth. It is strange at first, the sensations, but each ministration, each touch has you relaxing into him more, until your hands are tangled in the curls of his hair and you’re pressing as close to him as you can.

Poe lets out a deep groan when you tug at the strands and he pulls away from you to take a breath of air, not going far, only so far as to put his forehead back against your own. He’s pretty sure he could kiss you until he suffocated, he’s pretty sure that would be a good way to go out.

“Can I be your boyfriend?” His fingers are gentle at the back of your neck, massaging into tender spots as he stares into your eyes. It’s all so intense and yet so comfortable at the same time, it feels like you were always meant to kiss Poe, always meant to be with him, this entire time.

You let a little laugh at his question. The idea of you saying no after everything, after a confession of love from the both of you and the best first kiss you could have asked for, is laughable. But, still you give him an answer, cementing it as a fact.

“Yeah...yeah, I’d like that, Poe.”

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dayseternal-blog · 3 years

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If you ever finish answering all of yours awaiting asks...

45 questions for you 👀

https://myaekingheart.tumblr.com/post/650107314353897472/fic-writer-ask-game

Lolllll BADLUCKBREBIS, you are so funny.

Inspiration and Reading Asks:

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

It looks like I started writing in 2017. I've been reflecting recently on how there are so many regularly active writers now compared to in 2017-2018. It was the tail-end of some of my fave writer's activity within fandom. Utsus was posting less and less. The Tumblr NaruHina fandom seemed to disappear, a whole community of writers left for other things (matchaball, nekomamoru, magmawrites, cherryjutsu, spyder-m, tenney-shoes, eliphya, among others). 2018 was a very quiet year, but! I avidly read katarinahime and bunnyhoodlum's works! In 2019, quirrrky restarted things with NaruHina Week!

2. How do you spend your time when it comes to fanfiction? Are you primarily a fic reader, writer, or a perfect 50/50 split of both?

Recently I’m primarily a reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Because there's so many writers now!!!!!!!!

3. Are there any fics that inspired you to write what you do?

Yeah, let’s list them. “A Special Friend” by agitosgirl inspired “Nightdreams. “Medicine” by @grimmjowkurosakidrake inspired “White Lilies. “Torch Song” by @mmmbuttery inspired “About You.” The language in “Unless the World Were to End” by @bunny-hoodlum inspired the language in “That was the plan.” “In Between Drinks” by @peppercornpress inspired “In Between Drinks NH.”

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

“Operation: Bring Home Naruto” by Dragonwannabe - Rated T, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Complete. Hinata's been assigned the mission of getting Naruto back home safely after his last dangerous assignment. But can she handle the undercover identity as his girlfriend that she’d been given without revealing her true feelings for him?

“The Mission” by Lunawraythe - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. It wasn't that Hinata never expected to work with Naruto, just never on a mission quite like this.

“The Loving Type” by @peppercornpresses - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Ongoing. A few years have passed since the Fourth Shinobi War, in which...Rookie Nine steadily advances in rank. Naruto gets engaged. Hinata leaves Konoha. And Kakashi schemes for days.

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

ahhh. I do have quite a few pet peeves. If the fic is Canon-Compliant or Canon-Divergent, I expect Naruto and Hinata to behave like Japanese people. Say what you want, but the Naruto Universe is definitely Japanese in my book. So that means no shoes in the house. Nothing rattles me more than reading Hinata taking her sandals off before climbing into bed. Like, what? she was wearing her outdoor shoes indoors this whole time??

mmm... another pet peeve is when the writer describes Hinata in a kimono, but it sounds like an American Halloween costume, like the slutty version, instead of an actual kimono.

mmm... and the other big pet peeve I have is when it’s Hinata’s first time eating ramen because Naruto is showing her the wonders of ramen. lol. why. how. in what world would a Japanese person make it to their teenage years without ever eating ramen.

I have a bunch of other little pet peeves regarding Japanese culture in fanfics. But in general, it doesn’t stop me from reading the fic if I'm already in the middle of it. I’ll continue reading it and will probably recommend it to other people anyway. If I can tell based on the summary, then it's not for me, and I don't read it. If this makes anyone feel nervous about writing fanfiction, that's not my intention! I would also be happy to be a sensitivity reader if necessary.

6. How do you find new fic to read? Where do you primarily read fanfiction?

I primarily read fanfics on AO3 and ffnet. I find new ones by constantly checking the Hyuuga Hinata/Uzumaki Naruto tag on AO3 or looking into a writer’s favorites list on ffnet.

7. Do you prefer to read short fics or long fics?

Short fics.

8. How often do you reblog/comment on fics that you like?

I reblog pretty often. I don't comment as often as I used to😕 I used to comment on every fic I liked.

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

Uhh?? Idk. I think recently the writing group here is pretty tight, everyone seems to know everyone.

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Naruto fandom and NaruHina.

Fanfiction Writing Asks:

11. How do you come up with your fic titles?

I usually take it from words used in the story or from the prompt.

12. Tell the author your favorite fic title of theirs (not the fic, strictly title). Author: what’s your favorite title you’ve come up with and why?

I think...maybe "Tell Me of Forevers" or "Nightdreams." I like those because they aren't taken word-for-word directly from the story, but touch on a theme in the story.

13. Do you outline your fics? How much of a headache would someone get if they just looked at an outline of yours without reading the fic?

Yes, I outline. They wouldn't get a headache, I think. It's usually just a summary.

14. Do you have a personal word minimum that you hold yourself too? Why or why not?

Nope. I didn't know people do that.

15. Tell the author your favorite fic of theirs. What’s your (the author’s) favorite fic you’ve written?

My favorite fic continues to be "It's No Secret."

16. Do you research for your fics? If so, how deep of a rabbit hole have you gone down by accident when researching?

Yes, I do. I've done historical and folktale research for "Little Samurai." I did area/location research for "Last Chance." I did historical research for "About You." I did fairy tale research for "Catskin." I did a ton of astronomy research for "The Cowherd and the Weaver Girl." And I did lighting research for "Inspo." I go pretty deep.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

I don't. I usually have something else I need to do or I go to bed.

18. Do you have a WIP that you keep telling yourself you’ll eventually get back to, but deep down you know that’s probably a lie?

I actually think I can finish all of mine if I just try.

19. Do you edit your fics after you write them, or do you prefer to just hit post and run (because it’s someone else’s problem now)?

I always edit before posting to AO3. Anything I post directly on Tumblr might not be edited.

20. What’s your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Posting!

21. What’s your least favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

Starting a new chapter.

22. Do you take fic requests? If so, for what characters and why?

On occasion. If someone sends me a request, I'll think about writing it. Sometimes I do write and post it, sometimes I leave them in my drafts for a better day.

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

From what I already have posted, probably friends-to-lovers, secret relationship/forbidden love, or high school au. I don't think I have an intentional favorite.

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

Public humiliation / public degradation.

25. Do you listen to music as you write? If possible, link your writing playlist.

No, not usually.

26. What’s your biggest distraction when writing?

Tumblr feed, all the pictures to scroll through mindlessly.

27. Do you like to give your readers some warning of what might be coming or just slap them in the face with content at random?

lol, whatever is fine.

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

Well, pressure to update is not a big deal to me. I do this for fun, so I don't think I unnecessarily pressure myself too much. With negative comments, I don't get too many of those, and I think I do my best to avoid situations where I might get negative feedback.

29. Have you ever written for an exchange or event of some kind? Which one(s)? Did you enjoy it?

Yeah, I like the events. My favorite was NH2020, the year-long one last year. I also enjoyed the Secret Santa last year since @badluckbrebis was my giftee.

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

haha😈

Ecstasy slides through his veins, blooming over his mind, cocooning him in pleasant sensations, cum shooting out in eager twitches against hot, milking flesh.

31. Of the characters you write for, which is your favorite? Has that choice been swayed at all by your followers/readers’ reactions to certain ones?

Naruto Uzumaki, always.

32. Copy and paste your top three favorite lines/jokes/sentences you’ve ever written. What fics do they come from?

Top 3 faves in order:

That was the plan: "She shifts in his arms, and cloth and cleavage come pillowing up to his face, and he’s certain that she’s scooped from the same puffy stuff his adolescent daydreams were made of."

Tell Me of Forevers: "What he wouldn’t do to inspire every blush, every smile of hers for an eternity when such moments already only speak “forever” to him."

White Lilies: "Whether at his feet, in his eyes, ears, mind, if not reaching his heart, she never landed anywhere. (It’s okay.)"

I consider "White Lilies" to have my technically best writing, so it was kind of hard to choose just one line from that fic! But I decided that one's my favorite line from the whole story.

33. What do you like writing better: one shots or multi-chapter stuff?

One-shots.

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

A lot of my life experiences are in my writing. Hmm, I think readers probably think I'm...hmm...either empathetic or really perverted?

35. How much has writing fic changed your life?

I spend a lot less time on real-life social media than before.

36. Are there any fics or fandoms you’re embarrassed to have written or been part of?

I'm kind of embarrassed of "Honeymoon at the Hot Springs" lol. It's fine.

37. Give an update on your current WIP - if you don’t have one, give a sneak peek to a title or idea that you have and would like to write.

My current WIP is that A/B/O fic I started for February Smut Month Prompts: Sweet as Candy or Love Bites. I'm going to title it "Sweet As," and it'll be about how Naruto and Hinata become Alpha/Omega mates. It's really kinky, really smutty, and totally what I would want to read.

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

uhh???? a 1?? I've never once thought of my writing process as chaotic. Ahh, then I think of bunnyhoodlum's multiple drafts for the same chapter, and I realize that there exist types of writing processes that I would not be able to handle...

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

My smut.

40. How did you come up with the idea for [x fic]?

41. What’s your most popular fic (with the most notes on tumblr, most hits/kudos on ao3)?

Idk about Tumblr,,, maybe White Lilies got the most attention here. My most popular fic is Nightdreams on AO3.

42. Asker: pick three of the author’s works. Author: rank them 1 (the best) - 3 (the worst) based on whatever criteria you want - this could be something totally random that isn’t quality related (like simply ranking fics based on how many trains appear in them) - have fun!

43. Talk about a positive experience with fanfiction or the fanfiction community that you will always remember.

I will always remember how people congratulated me for finishing White Lilies😭 Also, when peppercornpresses made that FIRST art of my story, I just, I just stared at it all day.

44. Rant about something writing related.

hmmm, I don't feel like ranting about anything. I just recently ranted about my pet peeves above.

45. Fic specific questions - if you have any weird questions about specific works, here’s your shot to ask them!

I did them all! Nice questions.

#anon #*anon*#fic writer ask game #i will send these questions right back at you

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scarletemeterio-thesecond · 4 years

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Hi! I want to request a Zuko x Reader where the reader is from the Swamp and decides to join the Gaang to take down the fire lord, and her and Zuko fall in love but Y/n thinks she isn’t good enough because she isn’t as refined as other women so she asks Katara to give her a makeover and teach her how to be more like a lady but Zuko finds out and tell the reader that she doesn’t need to change herself for him. Something along those lines:-) (sorry if that doesn’t make sense, I tried lol)

Hi! Thank you so much for requesting! I loved this request, I feel like it's something very different! I hope you like it!

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Changes (Zuko x Fem! Reader)

Warnings: none.

Genre: Fluff.

Fandom: Avatar, The Last Airbender.

Summary: See request.

Word Count: 1488

You'd joined your friends just a little before Toph did, and ever since that day, your life changed completely. You used to live in the swamps, and you soon realized that your old home was very different from the rest of the world.

Getting used to spend a lot of time with them was a little hard at first. The swamps were very humid and all your clothes were made of leaves, so during your first weeks together, using some of Katara's clothes was a bit weird. However, you got used to them, especially since you'd altered them to be more comfortable for you. You got some inspiration from both Sokka and Katara's clothing. Your tunic was now sleeveless and a little shorter, and you had tight pants, which ended a bit above your knee, for better movement.

Soon, your new friends became your new family; but you also gained some new enemies. And at first, having one of your former adversaries around was a little weird. However, you'd never thought you'd end up liking him.

When he first joined you, you always tried to be nice to him, especially since some of your friends were still a bit skeptical about the whole situation, and shortly you became very close. It was nice to spend time with him, and soon the both of you developed feelings for each other.

The only problem with that was that you were very different from him. Ever since you had left the swamps, you'd always try to ignore strangers' looks or comments about you; you knew you weren't what people expected to see when they thought about a girl, and even though you always tried to ignore those remarks, sometimes it still affected you. And it affected you even more whenever you thought about how you were probably nothing like all the other girls Zuko had known or liked, especially since he was part of the royalty. Of course, he liked you just the way you were, but even though you were aware of his feelings towards you, a part of you still thought he wasn't being honest.

So you decided to ask Katara for help. She gladly agreed to help you, but deep down she didn't really understand why you were so interested in changing your appearance all of a sudden.

"What do you want to do first?" She asked.

"I thought that we could start with clothes, maybe? I still have that Fire Nation outfit you picked up for me a while ago," you commented. She nodded and you both went to your shared room on the beach house. Your friend helped you get dressed and when you were done, you felt a bit weird in your new clothes.

"I really like it, (Y/N)! What about you? Do you like it?"

"I do, it's just a bit weird to wear a skirt," you admitted.

"Well, you can always get changed if you want," she reminded you.

"It's okay, I just have to get used to it," you mumbled. You looked at her and let out a small smile before talking again. "Would you like to do my hair?"

"Oh, yes! I've always wanted to do that!" She said as she clapped her hands with excitement in her eyes. "Do you want me to do something specifically or...?"

"Not really, I just don't want to have my hair all over my face."

"Sit down, I know exactly what to do," and you did as she said.

No one had ever touched your hair before, but you actually really liked it. It was relaxing and you wanted to feel Katara's hands through your head forever.

"Can I ask you something, (Y/N)?" You hummed in response, not wanting to move your head. "Is there any reason why you wanted to change the way you look?" You stayed silent and when she was done brushing your hair she kneeled in front of you.

"I just, I guess I just wanted Zuko to like me," you mumbled.

"But he already does, (Y/N), and you know that," she said while grabbing your hands. "And even if he didn't, you shouldn't change your appearance for someone else."

"I know, Katara, it's just that-. I don't know, he's a prince and there's nothing further from royalty than me and... I just want to feel pretty, you know?" You didn't realize, but you had some tears in your eyes, you hated feeling like this.

"I get how you feel, (Y/N). You're beautiful, you just have to remember that, okay?" You nodded with your head and got rid of the tears that were falling down your face. She hugged you and when you two pulled away, she asked if you still wanted her to do your hair. You hummed in agreement and she got behind you. You closed your eyes and stayed there for a while, and you opened them when you heard her say that she was done.

"I swear I was about to fall asleep," you said and the two of you giggled.

"Do you like it?" You looked at yourself in the mirror and you saw how different you looked. "You always say you like my braids so I did a half updo with them," she started saying as she got closer to you. "And then the rest of your hair is also on a braid, but you could wear it down if you wanted to".

"I love it, Katara," you told her right after wrapping your arms around her. "Thank you so much, I love having braids in my hair!"

"I'm glad you like it, and you look even more beautiful than before," she said. "Let's go outside with the others!"

You followed her and when you got outside, you saw that Aang and Zuko were training, but soon after you both got there, they were done.

"Oh, hey, guys! Where have you been?" Aang asked when he saw us.

"Oh, you know, just doing girl's stuff together," Katara commented.

"I like your outfit, (Y/N)!" Said Suki as she sat next to you.

"Thank you, it's not really my thing, but I just have to get used to it," you told her. You all talked for a while until one of you pointed out the fact that you barely had any wood for the fire and you offered to go get some. However, you didn't know that Zuko had gone after you, so when you heard him call out your name, you got a bit scared.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he apologized.

"It's okay, I just thought that I was alone." You picked some stems and branches, but stopped when you realized he was just standing there. "Is there something wrong?"

"No, nothing's wrong, it's just that… I kind of heard you talking to Katara earlier," he admitted after letting out a sigh. You opened your eyes and almost let all the wood fall to the ground. "Look, (Y/N), I-."

"How much did you hear?"

"Everything, I think." You turned your gaze to the side, trying to hide your embarrassment. Zuko took a step closer to you and you lifted your head to look at him. "You don't have to change the way you look," he said. "I mean, you should only do it because you want to, (Y/N)."

"I know, okay? Katara said the same thing, but how could you like me when I'm super like not-girly?"

"I like you for who you are, (Y/N). I like you because you're an amazing person, and you're sweet, but I also think that you're absolutely beautiful," he told you while making eye contact with you. "I like you for everything that makes you who you are, and you don't have to change anything about you if you don't want to."

"Even if I'm super weird and different?"

"Of course, (Y/N)," he got even closer to you and he slowly cupped your face. "Can I kiss you?"

You nodded in agreement, and you felt his lips against yours. You dropped the wood and wrapped your arms around his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. When you pulled away, he had the biggest smile on his face.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he said.

"Me too," you agreed. You gave him a short peck on his lips and then grabbed everything that you'd dropped. "Now, I need you to help me," you said. "I want to go back and get changed, it hasn't even been a day, but I can't stand these clothes." He giggled at your words and helped you with everything. The sun was setting and he took a moment to look at you. He thought that you looked completely beautiful in that moment and he wondered how he'd gotten so lucky to have someone like you in his life.

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A/N: I don't know if any of you has seen my requests rules post but as I've said before, updates may take some time because of school and just all the emotions and things that come with that, but I promise I see every request and I appreciate them very much. Just wanted to clear that out, thank you for reading!

-Mica

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roxy206 · 3 years

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a reflection on life in fandoms

I’ve been in online fandoms for more than half of my life. Fandom friendships are such a special thing. Often times we are so much more open with the people we meet online. I think it’s a combination of it being easier through a screen & the fact that you’re bonding over your obsessions - which usually is something other people in your life don’t get (at least to the same extent) - so it’s easy to talk about everything else when you’re already talking about something that you might keep more private with other people.

There’s something about being able to make friends with people from all walks of life, all distances & time zones, who you might never have been able to meet otherwise. To come together over a shared interest & so much else in the end.

Sometimes those bonds last a lifetime & sometimes they’re short lived, drifting away as interests change. But either way there are inside jokes, shared experiences, & wonderful times left in the wake. Lives touched & forever changed for having known someone.

To all my current & past fandom friends — thank you. For the time we’ve spent together, whether it’s online or in person. For freaking out with me over shows & actors & characters & content. For your love, support, & encouragement. You all have had an impact on my life & that is a beautiful thing.

#fandoms #fandom friends #friends - period

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anidealiveson · 3 years

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Thanksvember Master Post

Day 1 - Like Coming Home - It has a super rare “wholesome plot twist”! Without spoiling anything too huge, I really like that @julesherondalex took the time to talk about how important it is to take care of yourself first. You can’t love someone else properly, the way they deserve, if you don’t have that same love for yourself. I wasn’t expecting the heartbreaking scene, but the beautiful way in which that topic was was approached neither took away from the story or the joy.

Day 2 - Must Love Dogs - An incredibly fluffy (literally) fic that I loved reading. @rosehallshadowsinger did a really great job weaving Azriel and Elain’s canon personalities into this adorable AU scenario. It is obvious @rosehallshadowsinger took care to create believable personalities for two characters that didn’t get POVs in the books.

Day 3 - Striking Matches - I have to say that I wasn’t at all attracted to an AU fic about firefighters. I was also not a big Rowaelin fan before that, but I was work procrastinating so I gave it a try. Wellll, 30 parts later, I found myself delighted at the writing and sad it was over. I couldn’t believe how well @shyvioletcat cat was able to entirely re-characterize these two into such a different setting, yet still retaining what made them popular in the books. Aelin was perfect in her role as a snarky schoolteacher irritating the stoic firefighter Rowan. And the descriptions of the kids lining up at the firehouse demonstration and Jake’s adorable prodding was icing on the cake.

Day 4 - Close Quarters - I really loved the way @lady-therion wrote Nesta in this modern AU. I particularly like how she equates Nesta’s sometimes standoffish attitude as a very relatable personality trait. She has trouble reading people and gauging situations. It’s well written and the dialogue is unique for a plot that is common in ff!

Day 5 - Like A Lonely House - It’s got a colossal I love Lucy level misunderstanding mixed in with a lot of tension and angst. This Nesta that is full of sacrifice and duty and fire is how I imagine the Nesta who feels that she has a stake in the Fae world would be like. @featherymalignancy wove such a captivating new world in Macar, that it felt a lot like being introduced to the 8th court in the ACOTAR world.

Day 6 - Death Dance - There are several takes out there that touch on Nesta in the Ilyrian camps, but I love how @thewayshedreamed interpreted Nesta’s skills on the battlefield as a calculated dance. Nesta has always been a raging storm, but I love how @thewayshedreamed took care to show us a Nesta that channeled that storm into discipline. If SJM never intended to release a Nessian focused book, I would have considered this a satisfying end to their story.

Day 7 - One Night Standards - I love the way @sassyhobbits writes Aelin with her typical extremely sassy exterior, but also made sure to saddle her with a vulnerable side that runs deep. I normally don’t care for slow burns, but I like the pace of her relationship with Rowan here, and that they had to work hard at it. I also like the plot lines that involved their PR stunts and how the public grew to love them as well.

Day 8 - Goose Chasing - Its the most absurd plot of any fanfic I’ve read! The title is not figurative. Its really does involve chasing a goose. @rhysismydaddy did a fantastic job encapsulating the spirit of silly Cassian and grumpy Nesta in a situation they’d likely never find themselves in, yet making it entirely believable.

Day 9 - Manon Chooses The Worst Babysitter Possible - It’s such a casual and fluffy and hilarious read. It was fun to read about a softer and more delicate Manon. Through this absurd mistake, @sarah-bae-maas did an excellent job really humanizing Manon and postulating a fun in-world domestic scenario.

Day 10 - My Hunger Knows No Bounds - @perseusannabeth manages to take a simple concept and weave a sweet narrative. I particularly love how @perseusannabeth incorporated her personal details into it and took the time to share her lovely culture with us.

Day 11 - Knowing me, Knowing you - We never got to actually see Aelin rule Terrasen (well we got a tinyyy bit) in the books. Though this was modern day, @nalgenewhore tells a fun story of what that could have been like.

Day 12 - Forever (is a long time) - @noodlecatposts takes Elide and Lorcan’s completely polar opposite personalities and spins an interesting (and frankly quite adorable) story. All the rules crack me up. My favorite Lorcan is the one that reminds me of Luke Danes from Gilmore Girls. Currently, he is in the middle of grumpily fixing up her flooded room, so I am sure that my favorite parts are yet to come.

Day 13 - Go Your Own Way - I appreciate @tomtenadia for putting to words a scene that I desperately wanted in ACOWAR or even ACOFAS. A lovely parallel to an equally lovely Fleetwood mac song.

Day 14 - In Which She Makes A Friend - It is no surprise that the fandom wants Nesta to find her place in the Illyrian mountains and even bring about some social change with the female warriors. But the way @bookstantrash got there was such a wonderful and endearing journey. Big fan of the callbacks to how Kaelin was treated and the similarities to a certain Illyrian warrior was when he was younger. We got to see a sweet Nesta, who I’d like to think was attempting to make up for some of her regrets through taking care of Kaelin.

Day 15 - The Ranch - As a huge fan of Sweet Home Alabama, its should be no surprise that I loved this fic by @tacmc . I enjoyed the slow change that we saw in a stubborn Nesta as she opened up to this new way of life and reconnected with her sisters and found a home with Cassian.

Day 16 - Felons - Such a unique interpretation of Nesta and Cassian. I really like the self-sacrificing Nesta angle and @rhysismydaddy did a great job weaving intrigue into the unraveling of what we knew to be a her innocence. I never read The Witness, but this really made me want to.

Day 17 - Of Books and Timber - Cassian offers to build a shelf for Nesta. The way @duskandstarlight goes through the entire range of emotions through Nesta is brilliant. She starts out with cold indifference, but by the end, we get from her a sweet and tender gesture of gratitude. Showing that meeting each other halfway with small gestures is all they ever needed.

Day 18 - You Should Sleep In My Bed More Often - I absolutely loved this quick exchange between Nesta and Cassian after she accidentally injures him. I can’t believe how much I laughed out loud when Cassian said “I need you to protect me closer”. @charincharge perfectly captured the teasing childish essence of Cassian and Nesta’s hilarious victim-blaming was so on the nose that I might have thought this was taken right out of ACOSAF.

Day 19 - The Right Swipe - I really enjoyed this take on the inner circle mixed with the super modern online dating plot. I especially love that @redisriding created genuinely realistic characters (body issues, social anxiety etc). Great read!

Day 20 - Goldfish Prompt - What a fun read. I love how frantic and much personality Feyre had here. I love how dedicated to her fish she was, and how that made her super endearing. Cute read from @azrielsiphons

Day 21 - The One With The Snowstorm - What I really like is that Cassian actually says that he is sorry for his part in Nesta’s exile. I am not bitter about it, but it was an interesting turn. They need to meet halfway here and I rarely see it so well written as @joysbell has done here!

Day 22 - Prompt - A lovely and cute and sweet prompt written by @crowsvalentine! I love the ramp up of suspense just to get to the hilarious payoff. Its adorable and worth the quick read.

Day 23 - Fix It - is one by @thewayshedreamed that I love in its simplicity. It’s a small little argument Cassian and Nesta get into, but its still compelling. It’s sweet and super endearing the way the two of them are written and the subtle way they work through it. Great read!

Day 24 - I Do Bad Things To You - The mob angle may have been done before, but I don’t think with as much care and regard that @tswaney17 has been giving it. I how the canon personalities of the characters translate so well into this modern AU. Its very obvious that @tswaney17 has done her research. I especially love all the details around Elain as a surgeon. The story is compelling and well written and every chapter has me wanting more.

Day 25 - Love Her Like She should Be Loved - This is an excellent fic that I really loved. @julemmaes did such a great job translating some of the canon tension from ACOFAS into a modern world. It’s ripe with emotion, drama and quite a bit of heart. I love how earnestly Cassian comes to Nesta’s defense even in the face of going against his entire family. I like the reference to some very real psychological struggles. I think a lot of people can relate to it.

Day 26 - Literally In Love - I really enjoy the subtle mystery that follows this entire journey. I enjoy that @julesherondalex keeps us guessing, while simultaneously weaving a sweet and tender story about two shy teachers and just a slew of mishaps worthy of a Shakespearian drama.

Day 27 - The Shadow Bond - I love Azriel, and this is such a wonderful fic by @radientwings focusing on how his shadows might work. His shadows are the one thing that I am most curious about him in the series, so it was lovely to read such a well written interpretation of them.

Day 28 - Exes and Oh’s - Just a shout out to @highqueenofelfhame for this lovely story about rekindling past love. I like that even though the plot was uncomplicated, the emotions were not. I love that Aelin didn’t have a perfect reason for what she did, but sometimes that is just how things are. This is a story about taking a second chance, whether it’s deserved or not.

Day 29 - Fever - I really love this fic called Fever. I enjoyed how @lady-therion portrayed Nesta. She hit the entire gammut of characteristics (snarky, worried, vulnerable, caring, short-tempered, flirty, you name it!) but it really worked here. I found this nurse Nesta to be endearing and relatable and the dynamic between her and Cassian was very sweet. Just go read the damned thing.

Day 30 - Baby Steps - I really really love this fic. @runesandfaes did such a great job in just so few words to show a really sweet moment between Chaol, Yrene and their daughter learning to walk. I love the parallel back to when Chaol was learning to walk and the cameo of the golden couch. So sweet.

#thanksvember #fanfics #fanfiction

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Hanji x Female Reader

A while ago I had an anon request to write some fluff/smut for Hanji with a female reader and Nanaba with a female reader. I have written the Hanji piece and nearly finished the Nanaba piece! (at last).

Below is the free-form story/headcanons I have for Hanji with a female reader. I have written Hanji as female in this as the request referenced lack of wIw content in the fandom. I don’t make too many references to the reader as being a woman (although there are some to fulfil the prompt) this is to try and make the piece as inclusive as I can. Also there is some smut below so usual warnings and 18+ readers please!

Hanji is the first to wake, she usually is. Her sleep patterns are erratic, though she is predictable when it comes to the time she’ll wake up.

She is often first to see the sunrise, occasionally she stirs you gently and gives you time to wake up, your eyes adjusting to the lack of light while she makes tea.

You sit together by the window wrapped in a warm blanket, mugs in hand keeping you warm as you watch the sun rise together. The golden glow of morning the first warming of your face.

Sometimes while you’re busy watching the sun rise you can tell that she’s watching you, when you turn your thoughts are confirmed as she looks lovingly into your eyes and strokes your cheek.

Since meeting Hanji she has let go a little of her work, she still loves to experiment and takes her work incredibly seriously. But you’ve softened her in a way you weren’t sure was possible. Work is not always at the forefront of her mind, no, it’s usually you and what you’ll do when you’re together.

Hanji enjoys cooking together, mostly she likes to get silly with food, suddenly spreading some on your face or dollops of cream on your nose. It makes you both laugh and she always licks it clean afterwards which often leads to the bedroom. You’ll scold her for it as it can leave the dinner ruined and kitchen a mess, but it’s worth it to see the expression of joy on her face when she makes you climax. It’s worth it when as punishment you pull her trousers down, lay her over your lap and spank her causing her to squirm underneath you and let out cries of pleasure. Anything is worth it for Hanji and the moments you get to spend alone.

Sometimes when you’re getting undressed you feel Hanji’s presence behind you, she doesn’t say anything but leans against the doorframe and watches. So you take it slow, undoing the buttons of your shirt one by one, body turned slightly to the side so she can watch your silhouette. You like to strip off completely aside from your underwear and the open shirt, turning slowly so she can admire you from every angle, pulling your hair up into a ponytail as you pretend to ignore her, wondering just how long she can stand to watch you tease.

She loves the way that tight trousers look on you and hug your bum, the way your hips sway in time with your hair. She loves how soft your skin is and how it smells of roses, a few freckles in the summertime and hair blowing in the wind.

You like to share one another’s clothing, sometimes she’ll surprise you by putting on one of your favourite dresses and you will wear something that matches perfectly but without it being too obvious. Hanji occasionally will take a pair of your used panties from the washing basket and wear them the following day. You tell her you find it disgusting, though secretly it turns you on to know that both your intimate parts have touched the same cloth. Hanji says she wears them for luck, you’re not sure whether that’s true. What you do know is that one time you came home early and you found her in the living room, reclined on a chair, legs spread wide wearing your panties and bra. She was touching herself through the thin fabric and moaning your name, you were sure it was the hottest thing you’d ever seen or were likely to see.

You like to make jewellery for one another, small simple tokens of affection.

Her kisses are often quick but plentiful.

Her eyes watch you across whatever room you are in and her heart sings when you make love to her.

In time Hanji feels more like an angel, someone sent to protect you who is infinitely more beautiful than anyone you’ve ever met. You long for her touch when you’re apart and start to wonder how you ever lived without her in the first place.

Haji’s hands are often rough and calloused due to her work, you enjoy massaging them late at night with lightly scented cream. The hand massages work their way up her arms, her neck, her back. They often end up with slow, passionate sex where she nibbles on your earlobes, her hands cupping your breasts, a knee pushed gently between your thighs to push your legs open so she can apply pressure to your core.

You take baths together. You hear how Levi likes to joke about her hating cleaning herself, but since you that has changed, it isn’t her favourite activity but if you’re involved she’ll happily jump in a tub. She prefers to sit behind you and pull you into her chest.

Occasionally her hands wander down your body and between your legs, reaching that sweet spot which causes you to cry out with please.

She brushes your hair as you sit on the floor beside the bed, wrapped in the same blanket you use to keep yourselves warm soon those cool, early mornings.

Hanji likes to bring you flowers, but prefers to bring you living plants. She hates it when roses she buys you wither and die and wishes they could last forever.

So you become proper plant mums and end up with so many of them that your home feels alive and full of fresh air.

Before going beyond the walls Hanji will stay up all night with you, even when you beg her to sleep for her own good so she’s well rested, she’ll hesitate. She never says it but you know, you know that she’s afraid she won’t come back and it isn’t because she’s afraid to die, no, it’s because she’s afraid what will happen to you, afraid of how upset you’ll be and alone.

So she writes you love letters before she leaves full of the promises of tomorrow and just how much she loves you. She writes down lists of her favourite memories of the two of you together so that should anything happen to her, you will have this to carry with you. She writes everything she loves about you, describes you with such poetry it never fails to make you cry

In town you get a picture commissioned, a portrait that you hang in your home above the fireplace and dream of the day when you are rid of the titans and can perhaps start to think about adopting children.

In bed Hanji is quite experimental, but will never do anything you’re not comfortable with. As much as she enjoys the more adventures bedroom antics, trying new positions, new toys and the odd bit of roleplaying. She is equally happy to be lying naked in your arms as you slowly explore one another with your hands and mouth, and spend hours kissing, her hands tangled in your hair.

She likes it when you wear her glasses and think it makes you both wickedly hot and cute at the same time.

Hanji likes to dominate you in the bedroom when the mood is right, she likes to tie you to the bed and nothing to you has ever felt more right or safer. When Hanji pushes you back up against a wall when kissing you there is always a moan that escapes your lips and a want, no a need for more. It’s never enough not even as she goes down on you, licking you in such a way like no one else has, knowing exactly what you want and where, she has the ability to bring you to life like no one else has.

She whispers in your ear which only serves to send shivers up your spine.

You go on double dates with Erwin & Levi, she and Levi will at some point end up squabbling over something like children. It never fails to make you and Erwin chuckle and as the others continue with their conversation, the two of you sit back and talk quietly as you enjoy your drink.

Hanji loves it when you eat breakfast in bed together, she knows you hate the crumbs and promises to clean it up every time, she very rarely does but you find you can never be mad at her. Those are the moments, when the sunlight peaks through the gaps in the curtains that you feel truly at peace and are able to forget about the danger that faces you.

Sometimes when she kisses you she passes sweets to you, putting them in her mouth a second before kissing you, using her tongue to slide the delicious treat past your lips. She is especially fond of sweets in the shape of cherries and that taste like them too.

Walking in the summer through orchards and the fruit farm is one of your favourite activities, there is something comforting and homely in picking your own fruit and veg. Hanji will happily play hide and seek with you, hiding in bushes or behind trees and if you don’t find her she’ll happily pounce and pin you to the ground, peppering you in kisses not caring if anyone walks past and sees you.

You know each other so well that no mask is required. You are best friends, sisters, lovers and you know that nothing can take that away from you.

#Hanji Zoe #Hange Zoe #Hanji x reader #Hanji x female reader #female Hanji #aot x reader #nsft #my writing #requests

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dehydratedpool · 3 years

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hello again!! it’s the beginning of a new month, meaning a new fic rec post!! here are some fics that i read this month that are just... exquisite and deserve all the love and attention <3

there aren’t as many as last time unfortunately, since i was quite busy this past month, but i promise next month won’t fall short! ((fics that i’ve reread this month are indicated with a **))

Foolishly Laying Our Hearts On The Table [11k] by runaway_train @runaway-train-works

“You think Harry wants that?”

“Dunno. Maybe. Wanna make him happy.” Harry takes advantage of the red light he’s pulled up to turn and look properly at Louis’ face. He’s not even looking in Harry’s direction though, focused instead on something out of his side window, head drooped, mindlessly playing with the string of his hoodie between his fingers, lost in his own world somewhere. For some reason, it makes Harry’s spine straighten.

“Because he’s your best mate?” Harry questions carefully.

“He’s my boyfriend.”

He couldn’t have heard him right. “What?”

Louis releases a deep breath, still not turning around. Harry wonders who he thinks he’s talking to right now. “He’s so pretty. Want to kiss him all day long. And buy him a big house and give him presents and marry him.”

Or; The one where Harry is in love with his best friend Louis but doesn't think he stands a chance until some wisdom teeth and a rather unusual confession might just change his mind.

--> this is a new comfort fic for me tbh. i got rec’d this after louis tweeted about getting his wisdom teeth removed, and i’m so SO glad i decided to give it a read. it’s so precious and lovely and personally, i found it to be a quick read. it’s the kind of fic that makes me both warm and fuzzy inside but also highly upset that i’m single and will surely be alone forever

Just Let Me [14k] by HelloAmHere

The party was going well. So well, Niall had already sworn undying love to one multi-tiered chocolate cake, two friendly corgi-poodle mixes, Zayn’s hair, and the entire population of Los Angeles. So well, Zayn had only laughed and ruffled Niall’s hair and not even twitched towards a cigarette. So well, nearly everyone had spilled far past the boundaries of the night’s original plans, extracting bottles of vodka from the cabinets and losing a lot of clothes. Harry had proclaimed that he was finally going to throw a small and very grownup dinner party and of course here they were three hours later, fifty people half-naked in the pool. Soon to be full-naked, if Louis had to guess. Everybody in LA loved a heated pool. Everybody loved Harry.

--> ok LISTEN. as some of you know, i just recently got into reading a/b/o fics and this one is definitely at the top of my fave a/b/o fics out there. it’s an interesting take on the trope, almost a bit more realistic in my opinion, and to quote the author’s note, “’what if a/b/o but less biological determinism?’”. i believe i found this one through a masterpost of “touch-deprivation fics”, so if that’s your thing, give this one a chance!

my ugly mouth kept running [4k] by theankletattoo @hadestyles

Another seed, another try except they know what caused the first wilt. They will be careful, they will be kind and together they will nurture it to life.

sometimes second chances are more important than the first.

--> rori, the author, never fails to disappoint when it comes to all of her works. i’ve said it once and i’ll say it again, she’s so incredibly fucking talented it’s unreal. her imagery is so vivid and real it leaves simultaneously everything and nothing to the imagination. as usual, h and l’s dynamic in this is an addicting portion to this fic that has you anticipating how their dynamic will shift and grow up until the end. if you’ve yet to read any of rori’s work, i suggest you add that to your to-do list for the month, and get a head start to her collection with this one!

**As Wicked As Anything Could Be [21k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

It starts when Louis decides that he wants to lose his cherry and announces that he thinks the best way to do that is by going to a gay club. Naturally, Harry can’t let him go alone, so he tags along and spends the night rating guys with Louis until someone finally catches Louis’s eye.

Harry shoves him out to dance with the guy, and he can already tell that it’s going to be a quick and dirty hook up, so he’s not surprised that Louis and the guy disappear into the bathroom ten minutes later.

It is a surprise when Louis comes out not even two minutes later, pale and clammy, grabs Harry by the hand and drags him right out the door.

Somehow Harry comes to the decision that it would be a good idea for him to be in the room with Louis while Louis gets laid.

It’s a stupid fucking decision.

--> i discovered this fic a while ago on a whim and i have zero regrets. this is absolutely on my top ten fave fics list (that has yet to exist but perhaps i’ll post it one day). whoknows is a well known author within the fandom, so i’m sure i don’t have to say much about their immense talent, but SERIOUSLY, their plot progression, even their use of dialogue is wonderful in every way. as a writer, i envy them lmao. this fic takes me on a rollercoaster every time i read it, it’s yet another comfort fic of mine and never fails to disappoint every time i pick it up again. please, do yourselves a favor this april and read this.

Keeping The Flame Alive [19k] by whoknows @crazyupsetter

Recording with One Direction never felt like this. There’s a couple reasons for that, Harry thinks. One is that they did most of their recording on the road, rushed and in busses and hotel rooms, never in one place long enough to really get an argument going. The other, larger and more important one, is that back then he had the sweetest, meanest little omega around to distract him from all of that frustration.

The first time around, when he’d been recording his debut solo album, it hit him pretty hard. He likes to think he’s better adjusted to it now, but frustration is warring under his skin nonetheless. He doesn’t want to be told what to do most of the time, and he especially doesn’t want to be told what to do when it comes to his music.

What he does want right now is that sweet, mean little omega right in front of him with his mouth on Harry’s cock. Unfortunately, the best he’s got is his own hand and a shared toilet. So. That’s really not going to work.

--> yes, for the first time in dehydratedpoolfics history of fic recs even tho i’ve only been doing this for a month i am rec’ing the same author twice, but seriously, how could i not??? this fic took me on a literal journey like... wtf. i have no words. seriously, i have none, i’m just that blown away, go read it for yourself .

**a trail of honey through it all [27k] by bruisedhoney @yvesaintlourent

The boy in front of him, well really, the man in front of him, was like something out of a confusing wet dream. Built, tall, tan and muscular, his skin glistened with sweat after a long day of working outdoors with his hands. He was wearing a cut up old American football shirt, the bottom hem was torn and the sleeves were cut off to the point where the t-shirt was really just a loose tank top. The shorts he had on had clearly been full length jeans at one point, and were now just crudely cut off above the knee. His white socks were pulled up too high on his calves, and the brown work boots he had on were old as fuck, the leather peeling along the edges of the soles. Curly brown hair stuck out from the edges of his backwards snapback, and there was a smudge of grease wiped along his brow bone. The smattering of hair along his jaw proved that he hadn’t shaved in a week or two, the hair growing in thicker across his upper lip and around his chin. His sinfully bowed mouth was pink and plump, and Louis was suddenly hyper-focused on the way that he chewed at the toothpick stuck between his lips. He looked like he needed a shower. Louis wanted to lick him.

Or, the TPH fic we’ve all been waiting for.

--> okay look. i may or may not have a slight obsession with this fic. i reread it constantly, mostly for the iconic line, “are we fuckin’ or fightin’?”, because how can i not scream over that?? ((also patiently waiting for the sequel)) this is a literary masterpiece, one that defines an entire generation of this fandom i stg. but in all seriousness, hayley, the author, does such a wonderful job of giving the reader a vivid look into “nowhere, georgia”, and as a southern gal myself, i absolutely adore the itty bitty pieces of southern culture embedded into this, the tiny quirks that make this fic authentic. i could probably go on forever on why this fic is so iconic, but perhaps you should read it for yourself instead *wink* *wink*

SO. that’s all for this month!! if you read any of these, first of all, be sure to read the tags and author’s note (if any) before starting, AND please don’t forget to leave a quick kudos or comment, it means more than you may ever know <3

#fic recs #fic rec #yourlarrysource #hlcreators #hljournal #harry styles #louis tomlinson #larry stylinson #fanfiction #writing #march 2021 fic recs

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