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staytiny-dreams · 4 months

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beneath the christmas lights (c.sb x reader)

pairing: choi soobin x gn! reader

genre: non!idol au, freshly established relationship, seasonal fluff

warnings: zero, reader has a broken home, but it's not detailed, choi soobin being cute, angst if you squint (barely), sooo fluffy

wc: 1.8k

note: i don't like christmas fics, but we visited christmas lights at sunset while i was in my soobin feels so this was born. sorry if the formatting is weird this is the first time i've done this on my laptop. stay safe these holidays everyone

christmas time is confusing. for some, it is a joyous time of year filled with love and presents, decorations, family and friends. for others it is just a reminder of what they’re missing, whether it be family, friends or even money.

for you, christmas serves as a reminder of what you once had, and of what you’ve lost.

yelling echoes through the bottom story of your house, your step mother’s shrieks piercing any peace you might’ve had as your father picks another fight.

sighing, you grip your headphones tight around your ears, knuckles tense with the force of your grip and with a flick of your thumb, the volume of the music surrounding you is bumped up.

you almost don’t hear it, but the vibrations of your phone against your thigh drags your attention down to your lap.

bin: (y/n)

before you can even type out a response another message comes through.

bin: i’m outside

you frown down at your screen, brows scrunching together. rather than sending through the question marks you’re tempted to, you pull your headphones off and place them gently on the keyboard of your laptop.

with your headphones gone you feel an immediate wave of cold wash over you. standing alone in your bedroom, you can once again hear the persisting argument occurring one floor down. despite the blue light from your laptop, the warm light from the fairy lights strung up around the room and the barely setting sun, you feel shrouded in darkness.

with familiar ease, you round your bed and approach the window, sheer curtains already having been pulled back.

sitting on your verge, two wheels on the curb and lights shining, is soobin’s car. through the tint on his windows you can faintly make out soobin, smiling up at you, giving you a shy wave.

y/n: ???

you replay your last few conversations with him in your head, trying to remember if you’d made any plans with him you may have forgotten about, but nothing comes to mind.

it’s christmas eve, shouldn’t he be with his family?

another vibration and a small chime sounds, effectively bringing your focus back to your messages with the boy in your front yard.

bin: just come down

with a huff loud enough to hide your smile, you slide on your sneakers, slip out of your bedroom and down the stairs.

while your parents are wrapped up in picking each other apart, it’s easy to pass by them, no questions asked, grabbing your house keys from the hook in the kitchen and quietly exiting through the front door.

“what are you doing here?” you ask as soon as the car door has been closed behind you.

“do you trust me?” is all he says and you let out a snort, something somewhere between a scoff and a laugh.

“absolutely not.”

he mumbles an offended ‘okay’ that you can only just catch while he is turned away from you, rummaging around in the backseat. you roll your eyes affectionately at his response and simply face forward.

the sun has properly begun its descent now, yellow and pink clouds are scattered across the darkening sky. you find your chest tightening at the pretty sight and with a start you realise the feeling bubbling inside you at the view is akin to the feeling that bubbles up when you look at soobin.

a long groan startles you back to reality as soobin sits back in his seat, a small white and green bag with oil stains spreading across the bottom edge is clutched in his right hand. he stretches his arm out to you, the bag dangling between the two of you as you stare sceptically at it.

“what is this?” you ask yet reach out for the bag without waiting for his answer.

unfolding the bag, you peek inside and gasp at what lay in there.

“soobin what…” you begin to ask again, but you are silenced when you meet his eyes. his gaze rests on you with an emotion swimming through his irises that you can’t quite understand.

instead of once again questioning his actions, you reach for the donut, from your favourite local bakery he had brought and pull on it with both hands.

the soft dough comes apart easily and you smile at soobin, holding one half of the donut out to him. he beams back at you, his dimples igniting a warmth in your heart that soobin seems to carry with him.

“no (y/n) i bought it for you, it’s your favourite dessert.” you shrug at him and push the half donut even closer, the cinnamon brushing against his lips.

“and you’re my favourite person, you’ll go well together.” you state as if it is a well known fact. at this, soobin blushes a bright red and turns away, finally turning the engine back on.

the soft guitar that had been playing since you entered the car pauses as his radio restarts with the engine, then promptly continues its soothing tune.

“hmph.” you let a small, huffy laugh slip past your lips. while soobin focuses his attention on driving off the curb of your front yard, he still finds it in him to question your laughter.

“nothing. i was just listening to this song inside is all.” you admit, your cheeks warm. it feels silly to be flustered by such a small thing, but everything about soobin causes your body to run hot and your heart to pound.

soobin doesn’t respond, instead opting to focus on the road as he exits the cul-de-sac your house sits at the back of as a means to ignore the warmth in his own cheeks.

“soobin! what are you- where are you taking me?” you yelp at him as your own house shrinks away in the mirror. when you look down from the mirror, back at soobin, you find him already staring at you. his eyes are dark, bar the same unknown emotion swirling through them, mouth set in a straight line and you know to take his next words seriously.

“do you trust me?” he asks and you swallow, your throat tight under the intensity of his gaze.

“absolutely.” at this, you are rewarded with his dimples as he smiles to himself, eyes back on the road as he finally turns off of your street and onto the main road.

settling into your seat, your arm rests on the centre console, palm facing upwards. your head lolls to the side, watching through the window that soobin must have wound down before your entrance.

the breeze sweeps over you and within minutes, as you had hoped, soobin’s arm joins yours on the centre console, his large hand tentatively reaching for your own. you open your hand more, allowing him to intertwine his fingers with your own, matching smiles spreading across both of your lips at the gesture.

“the beach?” you turn your head away from the window to look back at soobin upon recognising the route he was driving. his sweet smile morphs into something cheekier and he squeezes your hand with his own.

“i thought you trusted me, hm?” you huff for the nth time tonight at his cryptic response yet your smile doesn’t waver.

then, a split second before the lights come into view, it clicks. a childlike excitement you thought you had left behind awakens in you, your heart sitting in your throat and you aren’t sure if it’s because of the christmas light displays, or the boy who drove you to see them.

soobin slows the car right down as he drives up the strip of beach houses whose owners had gone all out.

the two of you are lit up by reds, greens and blues as you crawl down the beautifully lit street. you feel as if your eyes couldn’t get any wider, taking in every possible detail you can from each and every display.

a santa here, a merry christmas there, a snowflake or two, glowing snowmen, lines of candy canes and for a second you felt twelve years old again. your mum on one side of you, your dad on the other looking up at your own christmas display just a few short years before everything fell apart.

tears well in your eyes as you think of your home now, cold and dark despite the sun only just setting and the warmth that christmas was supposed to bring.

as soobin reaches the end of the street, he simply pulls over. a hand on your cheek brings you back to the present, your head whipping over to face soobin as a few tears spill over.

“baby…” soobin pouts at your tearful expression and your heart clenches in return, not before skipping a beat at the term of endearment.

with one of his hands wrapped around your own, the other covering your cheek and his eyes boring into your own, you find yourself drowning in that nostalgic warmth you used to associate with christmas. you squeezed his hand lightly and his pout shifted into a smile as quickly as your tears had fallen.

soobin’s smile felt like the sun itself was shining down on you, half of his face was lit by the christmas lights behind you and the other half by the setting sun.

“thankyou, bin.” you manage to get out and his smile widens.

“don’t thank me, sweetheart.” he strokes your cheek as he speaks, brushing away any residual moisture from your tears.

“don’t tell me what to do.” you try to snap, but it comes out weak as a couple more tears slip down your cheeks, only to be caught by soobin’s waiting hand.

“there you are!” he teases, landing a poke to your cheek as he chuckles at your attempt at your usual stern tone.

“i’m serious, dumbass. i…” soobin’s breath catches as your heart rises up your throat at the words that have been fighting to get out.

“i love you,” soobin rushes out before you can work up the nerve.

“what?” you ask, thrown off by his abrupt interruption.

“sorry, i didn’t take you out here to tell you this. i just wanted to help you… i know, christmas can be hard for you sometimes and i- but i do. i love you (y/n).” you watch with a fond smile as he rambles, seemingly letting his nerves get the best of him.

“i love you too, dummy.” a pout takes over his face and he leans in close, breath fanning over your face. you lean in to press your lips to his, but in a flash, the hand the was on your cheek is now covering your lips. your eyes cross ever so slightly as you stare his hand down indignantly.

“uh uh, try that again, dummy.” he says, unable to keep the smile off his face despite his firm tone.

with a roll of your eyes, you grab his hand and move it back to your cheek for him.

“i love you too, bin.” you offer and with an excited nod of confirmation, soobin leans back in, obtrusions long gone and finally presses his lips to your own.

#choi soobin x reader #soobin x reader #soobin fluff #txt #kpop #kpop fanfic #txt x reader #tomorrow x together x reader #txt fluff #tomorrow x together #choi soobin #soobin #soobin fic #dedicated to my 21 followers #i love you my 21 followers <33 #oh yeah im moa now lmao #i listened to farewell neverland and the letter (ateez) while writing this if anyone cares #anyway happy holidays #lets be safe and happy in the new year

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thelordofgifs · 9 months

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silm phrase prompt! maedhros + shadows of madness and despair

Thank you for the prompt! Have a little tfs missing moment for my first EVER tfs reader ❤️❤️

Even in his sleep Maglor’s fingers do not loosen their hold on Maedhros’ – tight enough that he cannot move them, but somehow still careful not to bruise.

He is always so careful, thinks Maedhros, even when—

Don’t think of it now. Maglor is here. He is living.

“Thank you,” Maedhros says aloud. “For staying. Even after—”

How can he even begin to enumerate his sins?

A sound at the door. “He is well?” Fingon asks quietly, coming to stand beside Maedhros’ chair. He radiates warmth.

“They said the danger is passed for good,” Maedhros says. “Yes. Yes, he is well.”

Fingon tilts Maedhros’ head gently towards him, and examines his expression in the moonlight. “And you, my heart?”

Maedhros leans forward to hide his face in Fingon’s clothes.

“It’s over,” Fingon says, putting an arm around Maedhros’ shoulder. “You’re safe now, Russo, both of you. No harm will come to you at Barad Eithel.”

“The shadow of my madness clings to me yet,” Maedhros murmurs.

“You are not mad,” says Fingon.

Maedhros has no heart for arguing seriously, when Maglor’s complexion is yet so pale that his face almost glows in the light of the Moon. He manages a smile. “Are you the best judge of that, beloved? Some might say walking up to Angband with a bow and a harp was not the very sanest course of action anyone has ever taken.”

Fingon snorts with laughter, before glancing at Maglor and stifling it guiltily. “I’d argue that it was,” he says. “Hope is not insane, Russo. And I hoped for you.”

“Do you still?” Maedhros whispers.

“All the time,” says Fingon, his voice very low.

Maedhros smiles and tilts his face up to be kissed.

When they have broken apart Fingon says, “Will you sleep here tonight?”

Maedhros nods. “In case Káno needs anything.”

Fingon frowns. “Sleep, then, Russo. You will do no one any good staying awake all day and night.”

“I will, I will,” Maedhros says; but once Fingon is gone he finds he is content to sit by Maglor’s bed and watch the play of light and shadow on his face, and listen to the soft sound of his breathing, more soothing than any lullaby he has ever sung.

“I’m glad you’re getting better,” Maedhros whispers. “I am – so glad, Káno. It is much more than I deserve.”

Maglor stirs and opens his eyes. “Nelyo,” he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep. “I knew you’d stay.”

Maedhros squeezes his fingers. “I’m here, Káno. Go back to sleep.”

“You too,” Maglor insists. “You should sleep.”

Maedhros smiles, although his throat is stinging. “You don’t always have to,” he begins, and then pauses.

It is hard to put into words all that Maglor does for him – all that Maglor is to him.

This is what he nearly lost. No, what he nearly destroyed.

Maglor has fallen back asleep, anyway. His grip on Maedhros’ hand has loosened a little.

Maedhros takes the opportunity to crawl into the bed next to his brother, mindful not to jostle his still-healing wounds.

The memory of what he did remains; but in this peaceful chamber, with Maglor’s warm living body close against his, Maedhros finds it is not so heavy as before.

#silmarillion #my fic #bullet point fic #the fairest stars #asks #and-the-times-we-had #maedhros #maglor #fingon #russingon #this is set sometime early in the missing year between parts 20 and 21 #a well-deserved respite for all

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startanewdream · 1 year

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#21 - Lock, for @jilymicrofics

Rated T because of Teenagers.

For the fifth time, James rolled his eyes.

"I don't fancy her," he said. He'd repeated that sentence so many times, that James was almost believing in it; unfortunately, neither of his friends seemed to be buying it. "Why would I? She—she annoys me. She's friends with Snivellus. She isn't even that pretty."

Two truths, one big fat lie (with that lustrous dark red hair, green eyes that dazzled him, and a killer smile, Evans was the definition of pretty for James), but it seemed almost enough to impress his friends.

Then Sirius shook his head. "Prongs—you get all flushed when she's around."

"Maybe it's the reflection of her hair."

"You've been drawing sketches of her," added Peter.

"That—I'm an artist, I cannot choose who inspires me!"

"And you call her name in your... sleep."

James glared at Remus, who looked away hastily, but his friend didn't take back his words.

"It was just a random dream," he insisted.

It had not been random at all, but rather a continuation of the thoughts he'd entertained before sleeping—taking her to a flight above the Quidditch field, saying something smart that would make her laugh, impressing her with a daring dive, and when they landed on the grounds... now his dreams had been far more sensorial than his imagination. He could guess exactly how he had called her name then.

"Look," he said, almost desperate. He couldn't control how he felt about Lily Evans, but he could control what he told his friends, all of whom knew that he would never get a shot with Evans—she despised him. "You are all delusional."

Sirius exchanged a look with Remus and Peter before turning back to James. "So, you are telling me that if Evans harboured deep feelings for you—if she came marching here now and snogged you fully in front of everyone—you would just ignore it?"

For a moment, James relapsed, and he imagined Lily Evans throwing her arms around him, and kissing him right on the mouth. He was nearly sighing, but then he saw the knowing look on Sirius' face.

"It would be hard to ignore it," he said dignifiedly.

"He's got a point," laughed Peter.

"Oh, there is a better way of finding out anyway." Sirius grinned. "Evans is just around the corner." He waved his hand. "HEY, EV—"

James raised his wand at once. "Langlock!"

Sirius looked mortified at him, suddenly unable to speak, his tongue locked on the roof of his mouth. James threw him a victorious smile that vanished as soon as he realised that Evans had joined them anyway.

His gaze met hers before he looked away quickly, his face flushing.

"Potter," she called, sounding annoyed. "No spells on the corridors, you know it."

James glanced back at her, keeping his gaze at some point on her forehead, trying to avoid her green eyes. "I won't do it again, Evans," he said earnestly.

She stared at him, probably trying to figure out if he was joking or not; when James didn't say anything, she glanced at Sirius, still pointing furiously to his mouth.

"Won't you lift the jinx?"

"No spells on the corridors, remember?"

She almost chuckled. "I like Black more when he is quiet anyway," she mumbled, low enough so only he could hear it; then Evans winked and left with her friends.

James watched her go with a sigh. When he turned back, Sirius had his arms crossed, still unable to talk, but spotting a smirk that said too much in James' opinion.

"Oh, shut up."

#21 - Lock #jily microfic #600 words #Canon Jily #James is a silly teenager here #I imagine this is set somewhere in the beginning of 5th year #before he admitted his feelings for Lily #Jily #Jily Fic

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rapidhighway · 3 months

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I want to make some comics but that would require me to write and that is just too much for my little head unfortunately

#i know i could collab with a writer or something #i actually would love to one day make a short fancomic woth a fic writer but like #not the sameee :v #i work much much better when I'm on my own deadline like if i do anything FOR anyone or anything that isn't my own whimsy its #game overr #idk bro the moment i HAVE TO do it its joever it doesn't even matter if i want to do it or not #if i want to draw something and someone tells me to draw that exact thing it becomes impossible to achievs #👍👍👍 I've lived like this for 21 years

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midnight-moth · 5 months

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I don’t know when that happened, but thanks for sticking around even though my blog is 99% whining that I can’t write because of mental illness, 1% actual writing and maybe some bad art. I’m proud to say that none of those are even bots! Booping you all on the nose. Unless you don’t like that.

#I really am happy that anyone wants to read what I write #or share ideas with me #or their thoughts on general #it’s been almost a year since I wrote my first fic and joined tumblr #I know I’m so corny but it really did change my life #actually it’s been 11 months #I posted the first few chapters of kilonova on December 21

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set-phasers-to-whump · 6 months

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whumptober 2023 masterpost!

day 1 - "how many fingers am i holding up?" - illya kuryakin

day 2 - thermometer - illya kuryakin

day 3 - broken - sakari nurmi

day 4 - shock - illya kuryakin

day 5 - "it's broken" - illya kuryakin

day 6 - "it should have been me" - gereon rath

day 7 - alleyway, radio silence, "can you hear me?" - john reese

day 8 - outnumbered - illya kuryakin

day 9 - shaking - illya kuryakin

day 10 - broken phone - shawn spencer

day 11 - animal trap - eddie diaz

day 12 - red - eddie diaz

day 13 - cold compress, "i don't feel so good" - eddie diaz

day 14 - water inhalation - illya kuryakin

day 15 - makeshift bandages - sakari nurmi

day 16 - brass knuckles - illya kuryakin

day 17 - "leave me alone" - illya kuryakin

day 18 - tortured for information, "hit them harder" - peter sutherland

day 19 - aftermath of failure - sonny carisi

day 20 - blanket, found family - milosz nowak

day 21 - "don't move" - shawn spencer

day 22 - glass shard - gereon rath

day 23 - shadows, "who's there?" - william murdoch

day 24 - examination - william murdoch

day 25 - storm - illya kuryakin

day 26 - seeing double, working to exhaustion, "you look awful" - sakari nurmi

day 27 - "let me see" - peter sutherland

day 28 - bloody knife - neal caffrey

day 29 - troubled past resurfacing - sakari nurmi

day 30 - borrowed clothing - sakari nurmi

day 31 - "take it easy" - john reese

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donttouchtheneednoggle · 8 months

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realising you're trans is like realising you've been driving in a clown car all your life and infinite clowns of misery and uncomfortableness and dysphoria have been squished into what looks like a completely normal car and once they start coming out they don't stop

#me rereading a vent fic about chest dysphoria i started in 2021 #the same me who didin't accept i had chest dysphoria til this year 💀#'oh yeah that was just a phase' no bestie you repressed it to hell #and once again i WAS trans in 2021 i was nonbinary i was just also blocking EVERYTHING out #mine #gender adventures with neednoggle #i need to be nicer to myself ive only properly known for coming up to 4 months #vs 21 years of not knowing #im doing ok #i think im still enby now as well #jus in different way #some of it is hilarious anyway #i mean how much transmasc fic can i both read and write over several years #feeling incredibly comforted by and connected to #in a way nonbinary fic did not make me feel #and not have something click?#just feeling like a bad enby™#yeah all my transmasc fic? none of it was written with a jot of self awareness except half my bill and frank one #honeslty i think they were what tipped the scale 🤣#ok enough outing myself for today lmao

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xianyoon · 2 months

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i miss 2021 genshinblr sm im ngl 😞😞😞

#the vibes were like no other actually AHJAHJJHAHJA #ik that it was like that because of the pandemic but there was really that sense of closeness in the community that you couldnt #get anywhere else.#and 2021blr was where i met most of my besties who (some) eventually bcame my irl friends!!!!#and all the character anons rp blogs events tag games everything #was quite lovely! i loved talking to people sm back then #people interacted with each other despite being part of different cliques and you'll see ppl reblogging from others and it felt #like a crossover episode of a multiverse sometimes LOL #and i remember cranking out fics every single day that was crazy i was truly in my writer period #but i just remember having fun. literally just having fun and not caring that my works were “not good” at all #because i was writing every single day out of the love for it.#and that's what matters the most #and also the theme changes every single week dude that shit was crazy #if anyone is here and remembers the ol syrup discourse of genshinblr 21 teheee #it was such a cute community though. loved it to bits and i love it to bits #genshinblr 22-24 is great but idk i feel like once the pandemic kind of settled down there was that detachment #maybe i miss being chronically online and not having to deal with anything HJAAJHJHEJHA #2021 was the year before my national exams and i remember attending online lectures and studying with my friends and idk i rmb so much ac #AHH AND ALSO dalgona and bbt at home omg #and everyone started learning guitar..#im going insane over this HJAJEJHJAEHAHJEHJEA to q k a a k c e s t j g b l y p s l t you know who u are #im grateful every day that you guys are still here and thriving #and i love u all sm hehe #― ying talks.#thoughts over AHAHAHA ty for dealing with me

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jlf23tumble · 1 year

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Fic Rec Anon - The best fics are deleted?!? No…

Canon, AU, Older or Newer, No ABO, No Mpreg.

Allstars? As in greatest of the greats? Yes please.

I loved Balm that you rec’d and that recent Oli fic. Of Mates and Men too.

Yeah, some of the very best authors have opted to delete, and rightfully so--fanfic is a gift, and if people are gonna be assholes, well, then no gifts! And I fully support any author who makes that move. I tend to download my faves so I can read them later, it just means that when I go look for a bookmark, it's sad to see the whole "this fic was deleted" (paraphrasing) notification..thank god I jot down author and fic name! Anyway, I digress, you have an ask, and I have a rather lengthy answer that I'll put under the cut:

So yeah, I use collections for bookmarks, and two of them are all-stars, the greatest of the great, so this was a relatively easy ask to answer, thanks to past me. The trick was editing back: each collection has close to 100 faves, so I decided to go with a theme. Welcome to the 21 club, I'm going to give you 21 all-star AUs and 21 all-star canons! To cheat, I went with different authors in both categories, and I picked authors whose work I love across the board, so do yourself a favor and go check out everything else they wrote, too--tbh, these were some REALLY hard choices to make!!

CANON

Self-cest, @jaerie, 2k. Is as it says!

Us, Me, We, @homosociallyyours, 2.3k. More self-cest!

No Control, thegirlwthekittentattoo, 2.6k. The bra's name is Christi, with an i!

she makes you want her love, enbyharry/ @non-binharry, 2.7k. BLs can't take this top!harry!

Feel my breath upon your thighs, cuckootrooke/ @larrydoinglaundry, 3k. This happened!

Want It Tonight, @lovingstheantidote, 3.4k. Teach me!

like craters in the moon, orphan_account, 3.9k. Dimple kink!

She Feels so Good, zedi, 4k. Late Late Show antics!

Fertile Ground, blaaake, 4.4k. If you've read Balm, come on!

mon petit, little one, publunchesownmyass, 5.6k. That sweater!

Google Says Cut That Out, littlemousling, 6k. Baby bdsm!

You Don't Need Me to Show the Way, loadedgunn, 6.5k. Tourbus shenanigans!

Only Thing That Can Quench My Thirst, eyesofshinigami, 6.5k. My beloved pubes fic!

One day to believe in you, mediaville, 7.7k. To tell the truth!

no one's gonna know, @jishlerfics, 9k. Oh, they'll know!

give you my fever, beautlouis, 10k. A literal virgin!

Temporary Tattoos, Hotel Hearts, Horizon Homes, teumessian, 17k. The only time travel fic I love!

The bootyverse is expanding series, yeah_alright/ @uhoh-but-yeah-alright, 21k. Every story, a GEM!

yeah, he's a looker, @thedevilinmybrain, 40k. Oli's sex-related errands!

Time Passed, coffinofachimera, 66k. A heart-clencher!

It's About Time, @kingsofeverything, 3.5k. Older and clueless!

With Just One Look, @littleroverlouis, 4k. Vampire Louis!

sensitive to pressure, momentofclarity/ @gaycousinlarry, 4.4k. I want moreeeeeeeee sweat kink!

this is my jam, @disgruntledkittenface, 4.5k. '90s bath house!

Copy of a…, nonsensedarling/ @absoloutenonsense, 5.5k. Return of the clone-a-willy!

Make Me Feel, @bananaheathen, 10k. Can u believe this was mid-omam!

Tuxedo Dress-Up, blaaake, 11k. Hands down, my very fave!

into another (another) serotonin overflow, mercutionotromeo, 11k. So much goin' on!

A Slow and Steady Rush, godots, 11k. The title matches the vibes!

it ain't trickin' if ya got it, sarcasticfluentry, 10k. UNPARALLELED smut writer!

Thought the Song Was Sung, 100percentsassy, 12k. The banter!

Alien Roadtrip!, @helloamhere, 16k. Is as it says!

Ever Since I Tried Your Way, flowercrownfemme, 25k. 1940s dreaminess!

Take Our Bodies Higher, @littlelouishiccups, 26k. Phone sex operator Harry!

Buried Like Treasure, QuickedWeen/ @becomeawendybird, 40k. This heist, plus some Marcel!

hush., wankerville, 41k. The SWOON of this story, holy shit, it's cinematic.

Tied Down, HamPalpert, 48k. This absolutely SHOULD be a movie!

Harry Styles Cooks…, sunsetmog, 61k. A wip that'll never finish, but who cares, god tier as is!

Not That Gone series, abrighteryellow/ @a-brighter-yellow, 66k. High school reunion results!

Turning Page, purpledaisy, 67k. Another movie I wanna see!

#fic rec #one direction #i'm kicking myself because there's one fave of mine that must be in another bucket #but oh well #21 club rules!#some faves #in hindsight maybe i could have done 23 for 2023??#that'll be a problem for end-of-the-year me

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