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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 8 months

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Do Howdy and Barnaby ever get together in your human au 🥺🥺

of course they do, who do you think i am

oh BOY do i have things to say about human!Laughingstock! im so unwell about them allow me to talk and talk and talk and ta-

so in this au they're like... the ultimate slowburn. their feelings for each other slowly simmer and grow over the course of *checks nonexistent watch* a lil over a decade i think. it's not very dramatic - just soft & silly w/ just a heap of pining and a pinch of angst for Flavor

it starts when they were teens - Howdy had a lil crush on Barnaby in middle school. and how could he not? Barnaby was cute, hilarious, and kind. at this point, they weren't friends! Barnaby knew Howdy's name, but only because they'd shared a school since elementary (as with 6/7 of the other neighbors) & speaking from experience, you just Know Those Names. Howdy slowly "grew out of" this crush, especially when the friend group started forming and he & Barnaby became actual friends.

that crush would fluctuate over the years. It starts out strong and then softens into just this hum in the back of Howdy's mind. always there, often easy to ignore, just... part of him, in a way.

Barnaby has a similar experience. when he and Howdy became friends, he got a lil crush - how could he not? Howdy was cute, laughed at all of his jokes and had a few of his own, and was endearingly eccentric. but at the time, Barnaby didn't recognize the crush for what it was. so he elected to ignore it until the crush dwindled to something easily manageable, something he wouldn't realize is still there. as with Howdy's, it'd never fully go away

and its noticeable enough to their friends that they'd all kinda side-eye how touchy Howdy & Barnaby are with each other (Barnaby is a physical guy, but damn. if Howdy is nearby they Will find a way to be touching at all times), the way they always laugh at each others jokes, the way they always ask "where's [x] / is [x] coming with" whenever the other is absent. but the group couldn't be sure if they were looking into it or not. it's too subtle. over time they get so used to it that they don't bat an eye - Howdy is Barnaby's best friend after Wally. of course they're close!

but then there's this one college party Howdy drags Barnaby to (and by extension, Wally). they're drunk off their asses, Wally's edible has kicked in, the party is pretty chill and everyone is having a decent time. all three of them are on the couch, and Barnaby and Howdy start drunk-complimenting each other. naturally, this feeds their mutual attraction, and one thing leads to another! they make out on the couch. naturally with Wally sandwiched between them, snacking on chips and committing the moment to memory (it's a surprise tool that'll help them later!) neither Barnaby nor Howdy will remember this

now, something i'd like to state for Barnaby in this au! he has had a lot of relationships - from one night stands to actually dating someone for months. sometimes the one night stands were a "he takes someone home after a date, & they leave while he's sleeping and ghost him" situation. with actual dating, the other person always breaks things off after a few weeks, if not days. it breaks Barnaby's heart a little bit every time. to the point where in his mid-20s, he just... stops dating. he avoids other people's advancements towards him, he always takes a friend with him to bars/etc as a buffer, he becomes an expert at gracefully turning people down

("why, pray tell" no one asks "do they always leave him? he's such a catch!" that he is! when he was in school, it was his friend group. he'd try to introduce his 'girlfriend' to his friends, and it'd be an immediate "eugh, you're friends with those freaks? no way!" as an adult, people found it off-putting how (by societal standards) unusually close he was with Wally. also, again, a "weird" friend group. they'd think it's too much, or just not their scene, or 'why don't you date your little blue haired boyfriend', etc. Barnaby never holds it against Wally or his friends. he has the mindset of if that person was the one, they would accept every part of Barnaby - and his friends are indeed part of him. Howdy has also dated around a little, but to a much lesser extent. he's too busy! he doesn't have time for that!)

but the ball really starts rolling in their late 20s. something the group does together - as a fun lil rare hobby - is LARPing. they get really into it! Sally made them all custom costumes, Julie helped make the weapons (like a giant sword for herself), etc etc. they fully commit to the bit (even Frank <3). so at this event's point in the timeline, Eddie is fully integrated into the clique, but that's unimportant - just to show where we are!

so they're all doing their thing, it's a pretty big LARP event - there's always way more people than our dear neighbors, yk. they're just part of the crowd! & there's a big battle hosted, the group is split between teams, but Barnaby & Howdy are on the same side! yay! during the battle, Barnaby is "mortally wounded." Howdy half-drags him away from the main battle under the cover of their teammates (including Eddie and Julie) and sits him down by the tree. now, Howdy & Barnaby are the ones who get into the roleplay the most. they get lost in the sauce! they perform the hell out of everything they do!

& since Barnaby is "dying", he really acts like it. Howdy acts accordingly, but again, they get a little too emotional, a little too into it, a little lost in the sauce. genuine tears are in their eyes, Howdy's voice is genuinely shaking a little as he holds Barnaby in his "dying moments" (Barnaby is holding the sword between his arm and his side. he has ketchup on his armor.) Eddie and Julie are getting choked up just watching this happen. and as Howdy & Barnaby look into each others' tear-filled eyes, those little feelings that have been so quiet for so long come right back babey! full force! but then they all get hit with "arrows" and have to die right there and then, and the moments over. but! both Barnaby & Howdy walk away from this LARP session grappling with Partially Realized Feelings.

Barnaby struggles with this the most, since yk at this point he's sworn off dating. he's being careful with his heart! but when he tells Wally all of this, cause he tells Wally everything, Wally's like "oh. yes, i know! remember that one college party where you two kissed for an hour". and then he goes on to point out every instance where he's thought "right, Howdy and Barnaby are in love" (bc Wally is way more observant than he lets on! he saw that shit! his peepers were peepin!)

BUT IT'S STILL A SLOW BURN BABEY!

Barnaby and Howdy don't approach each other about this. they're both in the boat of "well, i'll just keep going and see what happens" to the point where they're practically dating without ever saying anything to each other. Howdy notices how Barnaby lingers around the store more. Barnaby notices how Howdy keeps turning up at his work to talk more. (they already chat so much...) but they still! dont! say! anything! but they both Know! they're not emotionally circling each other they are Dancing to their Own Music!

and Barnaby is letting himself believe that this can work because, well... Howdy already accepts him as he is. Howdy is part of the group. Howdy loves Wally just like the rest of em. Howdy has seen Barnaby at his (presumed) worst and didn't even flinch! as for Howdy, well, he just thinks this is right! his whole life no one has really caught his eyes or heart, but Barnaby is different. he's always been in Howdy's peripherals. it feels natural to love him so deeply. Barnaby slots into his life like the final piece of a puzzle!

there's a lot of stuff that happens in this inbetween state - Howdy's store burns down & almost takes him with it, there's some family drama that needs to be handled, The Crash happens, etc etc etc - so it's a while before they "actually" get together. but they're both patient! they've waited this long, even if they didn't know they were waiting. neither of them are in a rush. they're young. they have time.

#oughhhhhh so normal about them sooooo so normal (lying)#'do you know how they get together' yes. obviously. its not dramatic or a big thing or anything #they're just at a function together - maybe there's a little late evening art show in town that wally is participating in #or an afterparty for one of sallys successful plays #but in my mind barnaby and howdy are ofc sitting together off to the side #Flirting. yk how it is. barnaby's like 'hey can i practice some pickup lines ;)' & ofc howdy agrees yk yk #they're all terrible btw. howdy laughs at every single one. barnaby is on an emotional high. the rizz is strong w this one #one thing leads to another - barnaby says a terrible line essentially asking if howdy wants to ~come home with him~#but like. howdy agrees. and immediately the tone between them goes from lighthearted & joking to dead serious & tense #everything between them has gone unspoken until now but Now Theyre Saying It #suffice to say they leave the party early! they're giddy giggly lil bitches about it - acting like teens sneaking out yk yk #GOD THEY'RE SO FUCKING AGHHHHHH THROWING THEM FULL STRENGTH INTO A WOODCHIPPER #sorry. sorry. im calm now. thats a lie. i will proceed to explode #but anyway anyway #so that was a whole thing & basically long story short Barnaby has the morning of his dreams #Howdy makes him and Wally pancakes and they all have a nice quiet breakfast together. The Domesticity🤌#im gonna go shove my head in a blender now. excuse me #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #gonna leave that as the tag #but yeah their story is just! slow! its a soft descent!#meanwhile frank & eddie are stumbling through their feelings like newborn fawns #but yeah and howdy & barnaby continue to take their time #its a while before barnaby is like 'hey wanna move in with us?'#howdy '....yeah sure'#and Boom! Howdy moves in!#and they actually get married a while later without anyone but wally knowing. they do it for tax reasons initially.#since they're not ready to be Married married but! they! want! the! benefits!#they keep their own last names and dont have rings bc again! theyre not ready for that yet!#FUCK IM OUTTA TAGS I HAD MORE TO SAY! TUMBLR INCREASE YOUR TAG COUNT! AGH

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sugarjaee · 2 years

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kissing na jaemin

↳ paring ⇹ nct - na jaemin x reader (with a little lee jeno)

↳ genre ⇹ fluff | angst | friends to lovers!au

↳ word count ⇹ 5.2k

↳ contains ⇹ sexual tension, mutual pining, near kisses, and drunken (almost) confessions

↳ summary ⇹ the only thing on your mind was kissing your best friend.

“Now, what are you up to?” A voice said from over your shoulder. You quickly slammed your laptop shut, hoping he hadn’t seen what you were writing.

“It’s not done yet!” You called, mortified with the idea of him seeing what you were doing.

Jaemin laughed, “Okay, I have amnesia.” He moved around you, taking a seat in front of you on the Uni lawn.

You leaned over and pushed his shoulder. “You’re such a liar.”

He flashed an expression of hurt. “Nooooo, I only speak the truth.”

You rolled your eyes, finding him unbelievably endearing even when he annoyed you. “Where are the rest of the boys?”

Jaemin looked at his phone, checking the time. “Well Jeno, Mark, and Haechan aren’t done class yet. I don’t know about Renjun and YangYang. I think they’re in the library working on a project.”

“Boring,” you sighed, shoving your laptop into your bag. You knew better than to believe you could get work done with Jaemin around.

“You’re stuck with me.” He leaned in, smiling at you.

“How unlucky, I am.” You laughed, avoiding his eyes.

The thing about you and Jaemin was that you had been in love with him since you were kids. The kind where everyone looked at you in the ‘awe so cute little kids dating way’. He was even your first kiss. Underneath the shadows of the giant oak tree near your house, he gave you a tiny peck while the rest of the boys giggled and laughed. It was the type of kiss that was so innocent and simple. You never thought you’d want to kiss him so badly again.

As you got older, you had grown into the role of friends. In high school you both dated other people and it was never weird. You were just friends. Just…friends…

Jaemin had laid down on the blanket you had laid out. He was staring up at the sky, his light brown hair falling over his face. You followed his suit and laid next to him. Making sure to keep a few inches between you or else you’d go mad. “Are you ready for tonight?” He asked.

“What kind of question is that? Of course, I am.” You had been preparing for Jeno’s birthday for the past week. You had spent all night baking the perfect cake for him. It was your best yet. At least, that was what Jiwoo told you.

“I don’t know about you, but I’m getting absolutely hammered.”

“Same here.”

Jaemin suddenly burst into laughter. “Well, that’s easy for you to say. It only takes two drinks.”

Your cheeks turned red with heat. You were glad he wasn’t paying attention. “That’s not true!”

“Is so! Last time you had two and puked in the bush.”

You shot up, hovering over him, your faces so close. “That’s not fair. It was one time!”

Jaemin sat up, not breaking your eye-contact. “Yes, one hilarious time, you are never going to live down. I just remember Jiwoo rubbing your back, trying not to laugh while you threw your guts up.”

You crossed your arms, knowing you weren’t going to win this. “You’ll see, I can handle more. I’ll be the life of the party.”

Jaemin laid back down. “Just don’t overshadow me, okay?”

“Deal.”

By the time the others found you, on the lawn, you and Jaemin were laughing uncontrollably over something stupid.

“What’s going on here?” Jeno asked.

“Oh, we’re just thinking of ways to embarrass you at the party,” Jaemin answered.

Jeno rubbed his face with the base of his palm. “Oh god, please don’t. I’d kill you both.”

Jaemin gently touched his hands to his face. “No, please. I’m too handsome to die.”

“I second that,” you added.

Jeno sat down, next to you, touching your cheek. “Okay, I’ll let you live.”

“Hey!” Jaemin called. “What about me?”

Jeno tilted his head to the side. “Nah, you’re a goner.”

“Fuck me.”

“Awe, it’s okay we’ll throw a party in your honour. Don’t worry,” you said, trying not to laugh at Jaemin’s frown. It was the sort of frown a child put on to get their way. Jaemin was very good at it. You always wanted to squish his cheeks when he did it. Though, in the few times you tried, he’d always slap your hand away.

“I hate you both.”

“You love us!” You and Jeno said in unison.

Jaemin grunted in response, crossing his arms in a pout. “Wait, so does this mean I'm stuck with you two until the party? While you bully me.”

Both you and Jeno looked at eachother with an evil grin, knowing you 're going to torment Jaemin for the next six hours.

☁☁☁

As the rest of the group got Jeno’s party ready, your trio killed time by wandering around campus, getting some burnt coffee from the only cafe. When you first started at NCIT, you couldn’t stand the coffee, but as time went on you found its horrible taste endearing. Maybe it was because it was your only option.

You held Jeno’s hand the entire time, leading him along as you wasted time. “So, how are you enjoying your birthday?” You asked Jeno, squeezing his hand lightly.

He shrugged, “I dunno. Same as any birthday.”

“So far, you should see what we got plan–”

“Don’t spoil anything,” Jaemin cut you off.

You huffed. “Well, he knows there’s a party. We can’t ever surprise him.”

As you and Jaemin argued about the specifics of what is a spoiler and what isn’t; Jeno just laughed. His grip on your hand never faltering.

At some point you checked your phone to see about a million calls from Jiwoo, along with many texts asking where you were. Your eyes shifted to the time, realizing the party started in two hours and you were not ready. “Shit! We gotta get ready.”

“Wait, what?” Jaemin stuttered.

“It’s nearly seven,” you answered.

Jaemin looked around, trying to quickly plan. “Okay okay. I’ll take Jeno. You go get the cake.” He pulled at Jeno, who had been silent, not entirely knowing what was going on. Jeno let go of your hand and you felt a small ache with the warmth gone. But you had things to do.

You nearly ran back to your dorm. As you threw open the door, Jiwoo was standing by the mirror in a simple black crop top and jeans. Even in the most simple of clothes she looked like a model.

Jiwoo was the type of girl you always wanted to hate, she was so beautiful. As kids you felt intimidated by her, but in ninth grade when you got paired up for a project. You found out she was the nicest person you’d ever met. You couldn’t possibly hate her. Instead you fell in love with her and now she’s your best friend.

“I’ve been wondering where you were.” She came over to you, patting down your hair. “Where have you been?”

“Uh– I was with Jaemin and Jeno. We were killing time before the party.”

“Maybe too much time,” Jiwoo sighed. “Come here, I picked out an outfit for you.” She gestured to the bed, where she had clothes laid out. A short black skirt with a corset top to match.

“Thank you,” you said, while getting into the clothes.

Once you were dressed, Jiwoo looked you over. “You look really pretty.” She scanned the room, looking for something. “Oh! Here, wear these with it.” She handed you a knee high pair of black combat boots.

“You sure? These are your favourite.”

She nodded, kissing you on the cheek. “Yes, you’ll look great.” She turned around, checking her makeup. “Maybe Jaemin will finally make a move,” she said without looking at you with the most evil of grins.

“Wait… WHAT?” It only took a second for your face to burn with embarrassment. You could only imagine how red you looked. You refused to look in the mirror and see, it would only make you more red.

Jiwoo only laughed, finally turning to see you. She placed her hand on your shoulder. “I’m only kidding… not really.”

You fell onto your bed, too confused to continue the conversation. “Now, you’ve made me nervous.” You hid your face with your hands. You weren’t sure why you were so nervous. You didn’t like Jaemin that way… right? Yes, you didn’t like him more than a friend.

Jiwoo laid down beside you. “Don’t be. It’s not like you haven't been friends since kindergarten.” Her voice was soft and calm. You were always amazed by how easily just her voice could cool you down. “We’re gonna have fun. Promise.”

“Promise.”

☁☁☁

The entire crowd was singing in unison, celebrating a boy newly turned twenty-two. You smiled, singing along, unable to not laugh. You held onto Jaemin’s arm, trying to balance yourself after a few too many drinks.

Jeno was singing along to his own ‘happy birthday’ chant, giggling with Mark and Haechan. When the song was done, Jeno blew out the candles pushed into the cake you made him. You had slaved away on it for the entire day before. It needed to be perfect for him.

You stayed close to Jaemin, gripping onto his arm, he didn’t seem to mind. You felt his eyes on you every so often, he was checking to make sure you were still standing. “How are you doing there?” He asked.

You flashed him a giddy smile, formulating words was somewhat difficult in your near-drunken state. “So happy,” you said, your knees going weak from looking into his dark eyes. Why did he have to be so fucking perfect? It wasn’t fair.

How were you supposed to resist all the urges to just kiss him when he looked like that?! He was making it very hard. “So… perfect…” you muttered, without realizing you were speaking aloud.

“Oh?” Jaemin laughed. He was used to you always being the drunkest at parties. Jaemin was right, you were a lightweight. Though, you’d never admit he was right. “I think you should sit down. You’re mumbling.”

Your face got hot, having not realized your day dreaming turned into speaking. You didn’t want to leave before Jeno tried his cake. You wrapped both hands around Jaemin’s arm as if to plead. “No no no, please. I need to know if Jeno likes my cake,” you said, desperately trying to change the conversation.

“He’s had many of your cakes, I’m sure he’ll love it. As always.” Jaemin tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You need to sit down. Please, for me.” His eyes were so soft, your gaze melted into them. This was going to be very hard.

You frowned, feeling unsatisfied with his answer. “But– but this one is special.” You felt dizzy, the standing was not helping your situation. “Please, I wanna stay with you.”

“They’re all special, it’s okay. Why don’t you sit down and feel better for later? I’ll still be here, you can come find me when you can properly stand.” Jaemin looked around the room for an open seat. “See? Jiwoo and YangYang are over there. You can go sit with them.”

You swung your head around to see the two people sitting on the sofa with an open spot between them. Without even thinking you ran to them. “My best friends!” You said, plopping down on the sofa.

Jaemin quickly followed, wanting to make sure you got there without falling. He flashed the others a look, as if to babysit you. Jiwoo only nodded in response. She was used to the babysitter job. She never minded, she always laughed at your drunken jokes.

You wrapped your arms around their necks, pulling them into an awkward side hug of sorts. “I love you guys! I really do.”

YangYang tried to pull himself away from your grasp. “We know. I love you too. But you’re all sloppy.”

Jiwoo stayed in your arms, resting her head on your shoulder. “Yes, I love you very much.”

You gave up on hugging YangYang and wrapped both arms around Jiwoo. You would never tell the others but she was always your favourite. Maybe it was before she was the only one that would hug you when you were drunk.

After the hug went on a little too long, Jiwoo unwrapped herself from your arms, shifting back into her spot.

Soon enough, Renjun came around with three plates of cake for each of you. “How is it that she’s always tipsy before anyone else?” He asked the others.

YangYang shrugged his shoulders, while Jiwoo answered: “Very little self-control.”

You shot up in offence. “I have self-control! Lots of it!”

Everyone laughed. “Hardly.” They were probably right.

You ate your piece of cake, extremely pleased with how good it tasted. “See, I told you it was your best.” Jiwoo nudged your shoulder. It seemed everyone else was too as the room went nearly silent as everyone ate.

As you began to feel more sober, you scanned the room for Jeno. You hadn’t gotten a moment to talk to him and wish him happy birthday yourself. Unable to see him from the sofa, you stood up, much to YangYang’s discretion.

“You really should stay put.”

“I’m feeling much better, I just have to find Jeno.” Your words were clear, opposed to the mumbles you had before.

“She’ll be fine, just let her do her thing,” Jiwoo said, her eyes locked on YangYang. She had been planning something mischievous but you couldn’t put your finger on what exactly. You weren’t going to bother figuring it out either.

“Okay, if you say so.” He smiled.

You moved through the crowds, hunting down Jeno. He wasn’t in the living room, so you went to the kitchen. He wasn’t hard to miss, his black hair shining blue under the fluorescent lights.

“Jeno Jeno Jeno,” you called.

He immediately turned to see you, his face lit up in a wide smile. Jeno ran to you, sweeping you up in a hug and spinning you around. “There you are!” He set you down, while not letting go of your hands. “Where have you been? I wanted to thank you for the cake.”

“She’s been drinking too much for her own good,” Jaemin said before you could answer. “Be careful she might puke on you.”

“Will not!” Your cheeks turned red with being exposed for being lightweight once again. As if Jeno didn’t already know after many nights tucking you in and rubbing your belly to feel better. You looked at Jeno with beady eyes. “Promise, I won’t, Jaemin will be my target.”

“Better not be,” Jaemin called.

“Ah, that’s okay. As long as you're having fun.” Jeno’s smile was so perfect, you could stare at him forever as long as he was smiling. Admiration filled your chest. “Why don’t you come hang out with us? I’m sure Jiwoo and YangYang aren’t offering too much conversation.”

You nodded, letting him lead you to the table where the rest of the group was sitting. Jiwoo and YangYang were a part of the group in the closest way, but they often preferred their own company to being in the larger group. You constantly pestered her about if they were dating, but she always denied it by responding ‘well, are you and Jaemin dating?’ To which your answer would be ‘no’ and the conversation was over.

Jaemin was a touchy subject between you.

You sat in the empty chair, next to Jeno. Jaemin was on your left, with Renjun, Mark, and Haechan sat across from you. They seemed to be in the middle of a card game, which you had interrupted but no one seemed to care. You watched as they played, secretly rooting for Jeno.

The game was hard to follow, they always played these super complicated games you could never get into. Most of the time you would try to play, while pestering Renjun about the rules to which he would calmly explain. Only for you to forget a minute later. After the hundredth time of explaining the boys gave up and you took on the role of spectator. You never minded.

“Who’s in the lead?” You whispered to Jeno, trying to get a hold on what was going on.

“I am, but Jaemin’s definitely hiding something. His poker face is very strong.”

You giggled, turning to Jaemin. “Are you planning something devious?” You whispered to him now.

“Oh, yeah. Jeno is going down.” One thing about being a spectator that you enjoyed so much was knowing everything everyone was up to.

Throughout the game, people came up to Jeno to wish him a happy birthday. He always thanked them with his perfect smile. Your heart melted each time, even if his smile wasn’t for you.

Once the game was over, Haechan jumped up, “Who’s ready for more drinks?”

The rest of the boys got up, following him to the counter, where an absurd amount of alcohol was set out. You had already gotten into it the second you got there. But you wanted more. When you stood up, you were quickly pulled back down, to your chair, by Jaemin.

“I think you should wait before getting more drunk.” His voice was hoarse, you could tell he had a few drinks himself. “Give some time for your stomach to settle.”

“Why? You don’t want to take care of my drunk ass?” You teased, alcohol was still running through your system, it gave you a boost of confidence. You couldn’t tell you were basically flirting with Jaemin. “I thought you think I’m fun.”

“I do, but I don’t want you to be sick. You do realize your breath stinks after you puke?” Your drunk brain flashed to an image of you kissing Jaemin. You harshly pushed that thought away. Not now.

“I’m not going to puke,” you defended yourself. “I ate cake… full tummy.” You rubbed your semi-bloated stomach.

Jaemin smiled, shaking his head. “I don’t think that's how it works.”

“Sure it is.” You grinned at him, your faces were so close. You could have kissed him. No one would notice. It would be your secret. Just a quick peck, just like when you were children.

Before your brain could run completely wild, you heard Haechan’s voice. “Do you guys want some?”

Your hand shot into the air, like a child in school. “Me! Me, please!”

Haechan smiled wide, his face was like the sun. “Okay, vodka ice tea okay?”

You nodded so quickly it made you dizzy. “Yes, please.”

“Beer for me,” Jaemin said. He then turned to you, his eyes stern. “If you puke, I am going to film it and send it to the group chat.”

You crossed your arms, pouting. “Now, that’s just cruel.”

“Not as cruel as you are,” he said.

Before you could ask what he meant, he was already gone to collect his beer.

☁☁☁

The late April humanity was rampant. The moon shone over the pool, stars reflecting in the water like a mirror. The calm of the water was broken by Haechan pushing Mark in, soaking his clothes.

Soon everyone else followed, Jeno, then Renjun, even Jiwoo and YangYang. You stayed on the side, only sticking your feet in the cool water. “Not going in?” Jaemin asked, he was sitting down next to you.

You were so glad to see his face. “The water is too cold for me. And I don’t think drinking and swimming mix well for me.” You couldn’t help but smile, while looking at him.

“Yeah, your lack of coordination will probably lead to drowning. I don’t want to play lifeguard.” He ran his hand through his light brown hair, it shining with a blonde tone under the moonlight.

“So, you’re saving you would save me if I jumped in?” You threw the question into the air, making it tense between you. The thing was, when you were drunk, you had little self-perception and often just said what was on your mind.

“Of course, I would.” Jaemin’s tone was completely serious. It was hard to believe he was on his sixth beer. “You’re too pretty to drown.”

You didn’t fully process his second comment, instead focusing on the first. “Awe thank you! You’re too sweet, Jaemin.” Something about the way his name came from your lips, sounded more like a moan than it did a coherent word. To cover in the most ‘subtle’ way, you slammed your hand against your mouth to shut yourself up. And if Jaemin didn’t notice your awkwardness before he definitely did now.

But easy-going Jaemin only laughed at your mishap. “I think you’ve had a little too much to drink.” He wrapped his arm around your shoulder, to hold you close to him. He was so warm against you, you felt like you were on fire.

As much as you wanted to stay curled up against him, you refused to lose in his game of wits. You wanted to prove yourself to not be such a lightweight. “I have not! Stop saying that.” You went to stand, but with the mixture of the ledge, wet surface, and your being drunk; you slipped.

You fell into the freezing water. It sent you into shock and you couldn’t register that you were underwater. You started to panic, desperately trying to swim to the surface, but everything was spinning and it was so dark. Nothing was making sense, you couldn’t think straight.

Your mind went blank, letting your body go limp. That was until you were met with a rush of hot air against your face. You gasped for air, your eyes flying open to see Jaemin cradling you above the water.

It was hard to make out the rush of voices that spoke around you. You could only focus on the concern that covered Jaemin’s face. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“She’s okay.” You finally made out, it was Jaemin’s voice. “I’ll take her upstairs to dry off and get her to bed.”

“You sure?” It was Jeno.

“Yeah, enjoy your birthday. I’ll take care of her.”

You weren’t completely aware of what happened before you got into Jaemin’s room. You were freezing from your wet clothes, but Jaemin’s body gave you some sense of warmth.

He sat you on the edge of his tub, wrapping you in at least five towels. “Stay here,” he said so softly. You soaked up his words. You peeked through the door, to see him digging through his dresser for clothes. He came back not even a minute later holding a t-shirt and sweat parts. “They’ll be a little too big but they’ll work.”

“Thank you,” you finally muttered. Your words broken up through your shivering.

He stared at you for a moment too long, analysing your current state. “Will you be okay to dress yourself?”

You nodded, slowly, sucking in a heavy breath. “I think so, yeah.”

“Okay, just knock on the door if you need help. I’ll be right here.” He almost looked pained to leave, but he did; shutting the door behind him.

Taking off your clothes was a trouble, the movement made you feel nauseous. But you were determined to do something for yourself. You left your wet clothes in the tub, as you covered yourself in Jaemins. His scent consumed your senses, his clothes covered in his cologne. It felt soothing.

The effort of changing took a lot out of you. Once finished, you fell to the floor. Having heard the bang, Jaemin burst through the door. His eyes fell to your frame laying on the mat. “Ah, come here. Let me get you into bed.”

He lifted you up, wrapping your arm around his neck, to help you walk into his room.

You stumbled into Jaemin’s dark room, until he turned on the light and illuminated the large space. The walls were covered in posters and designer shopping bags. You were still too drunk to question the decor.

Despite being friends for so long, Jaemin’s room was always a no man’s land of sorts. You were never invited and never entered. When you were hanging out the communal space downstairs was better suited.

Jaemin was silent, as he led you to bed. He was careful with his steps, he was drunk too and didn’t want to topple over. He set you down on his massive bed. “So big… jealous,” you stuttered. “I… love…”

He came down on the bed, laying next to you. The heat from his body radiated off; you felt him against your bare arms.

Staring up, at the ceiling, you got lost in the spinning fan. Your mind drifted away from your body to imagine Jaemin on top of you. His dark eyes looked deeply into yours as he made love to you.

You needed to cut that out. You could not think of Jaemin that way. He was off limits.

Not that your drunk brain thought he was. In your head, he was all over you.

Your daydream of him kissing you lead on. His soft lips melting into yours. His big hands touch your skin, leaving burns in their wake. You whisper his name, your hot breath touching his ear, leaving goosebumps growing all over his body. Your hands dig into his brown hair, pulling at the stands as you hum in pleasure.

“Jaemin,” you said. The sound of your voice wakes you up, your eyes open to see Jaemin… On top of you… His lips against your neck.

This was really happening.

“Oh my god!” You nearly squeal, your mind clearing into sobriety, pushing your body up the bed, away from his. “We shouldn’t– I– I’m sorry.” The words fall out of your mouth. You feel naked, dispute still having your clothes. You wrap your arms around your chest, trying to cover some sense of dignity.

Jaemin’s dark eyes are locked on you. There is pain in his eyes; you hurt his feelings. You didn’t mean that. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled, softly.

Your heart ached for him. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to kiss Na Jaemin. You did, but after years of loyal friendship, something about it felt so wrong. Especially when you were both drunk. “Jaemin, we’re both drunk.”

“I know.” He couldn’t even look at you. You felt your heart breaking. This was not how it was supposed to happen. “Please, let’s just forget about it.” His eyes still avoiding you at all costs, he grabbed a pillow and blanket and set it on the floor.

You watched him in silence, not knowing what to do. You didn’t want him to sleep on the floor. Your body ached for him. “Jaemin…” You finally forced out, relief flooding over you with knowing you could speak. Fear quickly consumed you once more when he didn’t react.

He didn’t stop preparing his make-shift bed. It was as though he was lost in a trance.

“Jaemin!” You felt like you were yelling. Your desperation was so clear in your voice, you needed him to look at you.

“What!?” He answered, his voice filled with hurt. His eyes were on fire, his soft, easy-going nature a ghost within them.

You didn’t know what was happening, tears filled your eyes. Your emotions were all out of whack from the drinking. You pulled your legs into your chest to shield your heart.

Jaemin quickly realized what happened. He ran to you, wrapping his arms around your body. “I’m so sorry,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to get angry. This isn’t how I wanted this to happen.”

He wanted this to happen? He wanted to kiss you?

Your mind was a haze. Being drunk was so complicated. “Please, don’t sleep on the floor,” you said, the words pouring from you.

“But– you’re in the bed.”

“I think it’s big enough to share.”

“You sure?”

You started to laugh uncontrollably. Despite the seriousness of this moment, you couldn’t help it. “Well, it is your bed.”

Jaemin’s expression became at ease. He even started to laugh with you. You’re not really sure what happened after that. Your drunken state sending you to sleep. Jaemin’s warmth is like a blanket wrapped around you.

☁☁☁

The room was still dark, when you awoke. The drapes blocked out any bit of sunlight. You couldn’t make out the time, you hunted for your phone, realizing it was a lost cause. You must have lost it in your drunken haze.

You rolled over to be met with Jaemin’s sleeping face. Even sleeping he looked perfect, it almost annoyed you. Your eyes fell to his lips, remembering the way he kissed you the night before. Out of everything you remember that the most clearly.

You wondered if he would remember any of it. Part of you hoped he would. Another part wished he wouldn’t so you could redo the kiss how it was supposed to be. If he still wanted it, in sobriety.

You watched him closely, taking in his every feature, wanting to memorise every single thing. But midway through your analysis, his eyes began to flutter open. You instinctively shut yours, pretending to be asleep.

“Ah,” he let out in a sigh. Did he forget you were in his bed? Hopefully not, that would not be a good surprise.

Blinded by your eyelids, you relied on your other senses to know what he was doing. There was a rush of heat against your cheek, his fingertips, against your cheekbone. He was pulling your hair away from your face. Revealing what was, most likely, a mess of forgotten makeup and puffy eyes.

You planted your face in his pillow, hiding away from him.

“I knew you were pretending,” he said. His morning voice was so deep you wanted to faint. The heat landed on your chin, gently leading your face away from the pillow. “Please, don’t hide. You look cute.”

Insistent on keeping hidden, you pushed your face further into the pillow. “Just cute?” It was hard to understand you through the pillow.

Jaemin laughed. “Beautiful, even.”

You gave up trying to hide, you’d have to reveal your face at some point. “You’re such a liar.”

Jaemin’s expression was soft, his eyes looking over you. “I’ve only ever told you the truth.”

“Do you remember anything from last night?” You asked without even thinking. You regretted it right away. Part of you still didn’t want to know the answer.

“I remember everything.” His gaze didn’t falter for a second. “Though I wish I’d forgotten so I could kiss you the right way… Do you still want to kiss me? Cause all I want to do is kiss you.”

Your heart began to bleed. Confusion of being in love with your best friend, the fear of fucking everything up if it goes wrong. But how could it? This was Jaemin, why after all this time would he get tired of you? You knew you would never get tired of him.

“Very much so.”

Jaemin didn’t waste a second before bringing his body into yours. The gentle kiss consumed you in every way. You melted into him like butter, losing any sense of your physical self. Becoming one with the boy against your lips.

With your hands tangled in his hair, you gave yourself to the boy, you’d know your entire life. The one you shared your first kiss with when you were too young to truly care about kissing. You loved him so much, and he loved you. He didn’t have to say the words, you knew.

Kissing Na Jaemin was exactly how perfect you always imagined it.

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the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

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Maybe some head canons for Zooble or Kinger pining for the reader? Definitely mutual!

Mutual pining with Zooble and Kinger !

ueueueu YIPEE i love getting requests with these two, my sillies, my funnies, my goobers, my hilarious little lads my nap ended up being a little longer than i intended; like 5 hours so uh uh uh oops

KINGER:

i think he would follow you around like a lost puppy, both lovesick as well as making sure you're still here

way too eager to help you with something, the second you look like you need something or need a hand hes at your side asking if he can help

hellooooo acts of service, we meet again

looks at you for extended periods of time with this... look in his eyes

you know the one, the longing one

tries to steal your attention by rambling about his interests before asking you about your own, this man would go out of his way to learn about the stuff you like so he can hold more conversations with you, but hes also happy just letting you talk his non existent ears off

no thoughts just the giant spider idea i mention in the kinger fluff alphabet (anon i see your ask wanting me to elaborate and build the idea! i see you and i hear you but my brain is refusing to make a solid idea, i promise im not ignoring you TToTT) and that being the catalyst of the two of you finally getting together; like the drama of one of you being in peril and the other having to be the hero

sobs and holds kinger

the fluff alphabet btw VV

!!!!!!!

ZOOBLE:

honestly i half regret saying they would be like a cool older sibling type, since i think that comment has kind of warped how i personally perceive them

they probably try to seem cool and normal around you but internally they're screaming, be it they think youre cute or cool or what have you, they're internally gushing about you and you live rent free in their head

aha, evil laughs

they invite you to hang outs in their room

need i remind you of treehouse by alex g? i know i tied that song in with gangle x zooble but i think that song just reminds me of zooble in general

oh no i sure hope no one tries to pair you two up together during group activities (cough cough caine)

honestly caine kind of seems like the type to do something like that

should you ever flirt with them they kind of. stammer on their words, their cool attitude temporarily broken before they regain their composure and just tries to play it off with a "cool, thanks..."

i think zooble would eventually make the first move after working up the nerve for a while, is absolutely thrilled that you feel that same

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #kinger imagine #kinger x you #kinger x reader #zooble x reader #zooble x you #zooble imagine

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any ineffable fic recs for the weekend? 👀

yes, always!! here are some of my recent favourites, i've sorted them by word count. hope this helps 💜

When We Meet Again (T, 4k) by AppleSeeds

Aziraphale met Crowley a year ago at Anathema and Newton's wedding, and has regretted not having the courage to ask him out ever since. When he sees Crowley again at his friends' one year anniversary party, Aziraphale is determined to be braver this time - that is, once he manages to get rid of his annoying headache. But when Aziraphale sneaks off to a quiet room to lie down for a bit, he ends up not being alone for long.

(super cute human au with some soft flirting and banter)

Wilde Flowers (M, 8k, WIP) by RockSaltAndRoll

Aziraphale has been single since the 90s. Although happy with his rare book business, he does long for a bit more than just the companionship of his assistant. Crowley has just opened a florist in Aziraphale’s quiet corner of Soho. His tight black clothes, flame red hair and taste in music are absolutely not Aziraphale’s thing. Except Crowley keeps giving him flowers and Aziraphale discovers the florist loves Oscar Wilde. When the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders notice a spark between the frumpy rare book shop owner and the new red-haired florist, they take it upon themselves to engineer a romance for their beloved but eternally single Mr Fell.

(seriously my favourite WIP right now, the writing is so lovely and the premise absolutely delightful)

got a pretty face, pretty boyfriend too (T, 9k) by KissMyAsthma, leukozyna

Aziraphale and Crowley are next-door neighbours. They’ve been attracted to each other since they met. The only thing keeping them apart is a thin wall between their bedrooms and Atticus and Freddie, Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s respective life partners… or are they? A human AU glued together by misunderstandings and wet food.

(what can i say, i'm a sucker for crack treated seriously, this is full of misunderstandings and mutual pining)

Side Mission (T, 11k) by KannaOphelia

Some time after Warlock's ninth birthday, Aziraphale and Crowley have realised they made a mistake, and tracked the real Antichrist down to Tadfield. Two years to save the world is more than enough, right? Except everyone keeps assuming they are a married couple, and it's almost too much for a hopelessly in love demon to bear. Especially when Aziraphale suggests they might as well go along with it.

(if you love the fake dating trope with a good amount of precious pining, you need to read this)

The Loophole, or, How to Convince a Demon God Exists in Three Easy Steps (E, 24k) by fellshish

Ah, yes. Being an Archangel is going splendidly. Aziraphale accidentally erases God from the Book of Life.

(most hilarious post s2 fic i've read with beautiful writing and my beloved anathema coming back)

Fifty-Two Blue (M, 84k) by bendycello

It would be a gross understatement to say that Crowley simply didn't like Aziraphale. He was posh and stuffy and arrogant, and Crowley couldn't figure out why everyone else in the program liked him so much. It hardly mattered; they were competitors, and Crowley didn't need to make friends to become a surgeon. It takes several unleasant encounters, the excessive use of house plants as a coping mechanism, and getting stuck in an elevator for Crowley to start reconsidering his priorities. Or… Crowley and Aziraphale are surgical interns with competitive streaks a mile wide each, and they really do not like each other at all. Until they do.

(slow burn enemies to friends to lovers, absolutely delicious)

#always happy to rec good omens fics!! pls dont be shy #and come talk to me about your favourite fics too!! 💜#(also if anyone has read any of these and wants to have a chat hmu seriously i wanna gush about fics together)#anon #answered #foolish recs #janna talks #good omens #good omens fic recs #aziracrow fic recs

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actually here are ships i rly just like in morrowind. sometimes in combination

almalexia/vivec/sotha sil: i also like ace seht but in the 36 sermons he fucks. so. make of that as you will i guess??? they are the og thruple. ALMSIVI stay winning (until the polycule implodes and they all kill each other)

nerevar/voryn: UGHHHHHHHHHHH i love them so much. i love mutual pining on both their parts. i love them as childhood friends. as comrades in arms. political allies. hidden romance. so many ways and flavors. love and devotion that corrupts always gets me def OTP right here. i also like them switching whos on top bc i imagine them both as switches. nerevar is def the more sexually creative of the two though--voryn would honestly be content to do mush gushy candlelit lovey dovey shit or angry jealousy fueled possessive banging. nerevar likes it all though and probably does something fucked up like suggest voryn carve his name into him or smth bc he’s also a freak

almalexia/nerevar/voryn: fsr this just works in my brain. thrupple again, this time Super Divorced. honestly dont think voryn and ayem could stand being involved with each other normally but they make it work for nerevar and try not to kill each other--its def nerevar in the middle here having the time of his life. almalexia loves to sit back and boss other people around though so i think she gets a kick telling voryn what to do with nerevar.

vivec/nerevar/voryn: a lot like the above. many different ways to take this but i think its very kinky. vivec has gotten around a lot. has so many ideas like different positions or roleplays to try out. voryn thinks its obnoxious but whatever these two idiots are having fun and it is kinda fun when vivec casts him in a sadistic role

vivec/nerevar: AUGH. the pain. the obsession. loving someone so much it turns to envy and then to hate and then back to love again over and over. i like it very one sided as well. never thought id say that but i love the pain and anguish with it and vivec’s catharsis finally killing nerevar and trying to become him. vivec wants to fuck nerevar so bad it makes him look stupid.

almalexia/nerevar: i like this as friends with benefits married for taxes political reasons. their marriage is political and sometimes they fuck but i dont see them romantically in love with each other. very open marriage. their form of intimacy is sparring because they love to go feral and just fight until they are exhausted bloodlust in their eyes and adrenaline pumping

vivec/sotha sil: i think its cute. sue me. i like vivec writing poems while seht is tinkering. seht gifting vehk a lil music box that reads out his poem. vivec’s face turning bright red.

almalexia/vivec: honestly alone this feels like vivec is getting at nerevar by fucking his wife. which is kind of hilarious. cant fuck your best friend? cuck him BGHRBGHREGB in all seriousness this works with my voryn and ayem pairing ideas for nerevar so he’d probably be happy for them

dumac/nerevar: honestly i havent done much with dumac yet but. he also calls him ‘sweet nerevar’ so i think that speaks for itself. most dramatic break up ever though

idk tell me what you guys like

#morrowind #may update later

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libertyreads · 1 year

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Book Review #133 of 2022--

A Guide to Being Just Friends by Sophie Sullivan. Rating: 3.75 stars.

Read from November 30th to December 3rd.

Before we get into the review, I want to say a quick thank you to both NetGalley and the publishers over at St. Martin’s Griffin for giving me access to this ARC in exchange for an honest review. A Guide to Being Just Friends is the third book in a contemporary romance companion series. Each book follows one of the Jansen brothers who struggle with life and love after growing up in a toxic house where they were used as pawns in their parents’ marriage. In this one we follow the eldest son, Wes, as he has a hilarious and disastrous meet cute with Hailey, a local business owner. Wes and Hailey decided to be friends, and stay that way, in an effort to avoid the messiness from love and the distractions of romance. But is it possible to keep everyone in their separate boxes? A Guide to Being Just Friends comes out on January 17th and is available for pre-order now.

Let’s start with what I think this book gets so right: the pining, the mutual pining. So, so beautiful. We won’t try to figure out WHY I like mutual pining and the sheer angst of it all because that would take all day. In an effort to not go there, I’ll tell you how it works so well in this one. We see Hailey and Wes meet in this ridiculous and awkward way and instantly see that a) they’re attracted to each other, b) they don’t want to be, and c) they immediately hit it off. And we do see such a beautiful friendship comes out of this. There were moments at the beginning when I wondered how the author was going to turn their friendship romantic because it was such a beautiful friendship and they were so clearly fitting the friend label. But then they get to know each other even more, they spend even more time together and as the reader you get to see the emotions develop on both sides. But, wait, they’ve already decided to be just friends--they made a whole guide about it--so obviously the feelings are one sided, right? AH. I love it. I do want to specify as well that the author does a great job of pointing out that the reason that this relationship they grow to have is so good is because they were such good friends first. And she goes out of her way to basically strike out the “just” part of “just friends.” The characters were great and they felt like real people with their own desires, their own flaws. I felt like the side characters were a little flat, but having read the previous book I already knew a lot about them anyway.

I didn’t love that there were basically two parts to the third act conflict. But it does make sense that it would happen the way it did. Also, that kind of stuff happens in real life all the time. So, I get it. Just didn’t love it. I wish that there hadn’t been such a big time jump in-between the last chapter and the epilogue or that there had been more in the epilogue to show the things that were mentioned in passing. Especially with Leo and his new position.

Overall, I think it’s a great rom-com for anyone who likes them and an excellent read for anyone who loves some mutual pining.

#NetGalley #ARC #St. Martin's Griffin #NetGalley ARC #book review #book reviews #booklr #bookstagram #bookblr #books read in 2022 #2022 goodreads goal #goodreads #goodreads challenge #2022 goodreads challenge #romance #rom-com #2023 new releases #2023 new release

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mlbigbang · 2 years

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2021 Adrinette Fic Rec List

We've decided to compile several recommendation lists out of our contributors' favourite fanfictions that were published during 2021! We'll be sharing these lists with you throughout December, in order to provide you with plenty of reading material before the ML Big Bang fics are published in January.

Can I Date You(r Character)? by @midnightstarlightwrites 36,231 words, Teen, 8/? Chapters

A unique take on the fake dating trope, with slowburn and mutual pining. It has lots of Adrienette, but also other Love Square sides. And if you're into reading about a group of friends hanging out and having fun, this has that, too!

It's Just A Kiss by jokermans 19,231 words, Teen, 4/4 Chapters

They're idiots your honour. Adorkable idiots. In which it is once again proven that with these two, "just a friend" will never be a true statement. Sweet enough for Tikki and cheesy enough for Plagg, this is stupidly wholesome.

Ain't No Mountain High Enough by @alexseanchai 3,674 words, Teen, 2/6 Chapters

It has Adrien eschewing all identity stuff to save Marinette, all around chaos, Alya and Nino being awesome, angst, yes.

A Royal Thief by meeble 6,426 words, General, 1/1 Chapters

I love that it is a royalty AU and the fic is super cute and has a lot of fluffy Adrienette moments.

Marinette, Get Your Head on Straight by @missjoann 2,089 words, Not Rated, 1/? Chapters

Pre reveal Adrienette and it was absolutely hilarious with Adrien literally asking Marinette to be his girlfriend and her thinking he was talking about someone else and basically this whole thing is a series of misunderstandings

Paper Thin Walls by @valiantlyjollynightmare 5,329 words, General, 1/1 Chapters

Adrienette being dumbass sweetheart neighbours who have never met, but talk through their shared wall and are having the time of their life for 5k straight. This fic is full of fluff, familial moments and the trademark Adrienette pining, and it's also incredibly funny!

Si'l Suffisait D'aimer by LadyConstellation 69,212 words, Teen, 1/1 Chapters

This is one of the most magnificent AUs I've ever read. The worldbuilding is excellent, and the plot builds and builds. Well worth the 69k one-shot read.

Totally Not a Rom-Com by @nomolosk 8,518 words, Teen, 1/1 Chapters

Very very adorable au with Adrien and Marinette meeting on a plane

wish you were here by @xiueryn 27,950 words, Teen, 1/1 Chapters

Amazing approach to demon! Marinette idea. I love the development betweeen Adrein and Marinette

two idiots and a hamster by @carpisuns and @botherkupo 12,602 words, Teen, 6/? Chapters

this fic is still a WIP, but i really enjoy that it's very funny and witty, with lots of fluff sprinkled here and there. there's the good old roommates trope, and they get *the* hamster together!

golden (like daylight) by @anna-scribbles 12, 986 words, General, 2/2 Chapters

this fic is SO GOOD, kind of an adrien character study, with a dash of adrienette. i absolutely love the "adrien falling in love with marinette" trope and this fic is full of it, 100% recommend

Adrien understands love better because Marinette is so loving and he loves her so much!! I love the Adrien character study and introspection and some of the imagery is so beautiful. In my mind this fic is full of sunlight.

Dearly despised, (I love you) by @snacc-noir 27,855 words, Teen, 14/? Chapters

a good adrienette enemies au, with ladynoir mutual pining. i put it under adrienette because that's the ship we see up close most of the time, though. gotta love the enemies to lovers dynamic! the way the author writes tension between them is amazing <3

Shipping Status: In Transit by @katieykat513 1,420 words, General, 1/1 Chapters

Luka is good with ships. He had grown up on one, after all. So when he enters the shipping war raging on between Alya and Nino, one better pays attention to him. OR Luka is absolutely fed up with the love-square in the most hilarious ways

certified most embarrassing boyfriend in the world™ by @rosekasa 554 words, General, 1/1 Chapters

just them being stupidly sweet

switching targets. by @theanxiouscupcake 9,139 words, General, 29/? Chapters

its a journey to see how the 2 of them deal with being together, with one’s heart is not entirely in it, but fall in love along the way, while the other? She stops falling

A Miraculous Reveal: An Unintended Confession by @kasienda 5,152 words, Teen, 1/1 Chapters

Okay I know the rule is the works have to be started in 2021, but this is a collection of one-shots and the one-shot was posted in 2021, so I think it should count. Anyway, it's a super lovely piece where Marinette sees how Adrien's been struggling this season and approaches him to offer comfort and they COMMUNICATE and work through their issues.

heaven help the fool (after the flood) by noirshitsuji 821 words, Teen, 1/1 Chapters

The song is such a good choice and just!! It brings so many elements of the Adrinette relationship and makes it all make sense and it's just! Very good!

#miraculous ladybug #ml #fic recs #ml big bang 2021 #ml big bang #adrinette #adrienette #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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frogtanii · 4 years

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embarrassed ft. matsukawa issei

wc. 2.7k (???)

warnings. SMUT, not proofread lol, mutual pining (??), friends to lovers (???), cunnilingus lmao, no dom/sub dynamics, well actually dom&sub issei if you squint rlly hard hehe, kinda cute, embarrassed issei <3, also one (1) WAP reference

an. it’s 2:30 am and i have no idea why i wrote this and who for???? i got the idea from a 🦋😳🙈✨ audio and was immediately inspired idk, sorry if it’s bad i lichrally have no idea since i didn’t read it after it was done :p

( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

it wasn’t like matsukawa issei to be embarrassed.

he was handsome, intelligent, and funny, not to mention he never left women wanting after a night with him.

issei was the entire package and he knew it.

beyond superficiality though, he was happy with his life. he had a great group of friends, a nice apartment all to himself and a completely normal job.

yes, being a funeral home employee wasn’t the most glamorous career a person could have but he was happy. besides, it never deterred him from getting a warm body to sleep with which was a win in his book.

all in all? his life was great!

so why did he have to go and screw it all up?

issei blames makki and the dumb flyer for the reason his life went to shit. (maybe he’s being a little dramatic, but let him have his oikawa moment.)

he was minding his own business when his best friend (recently turned enemy) burst through his apartment door with a piece of paper in his hand and a fire in his eyes.

“dude, look at this!” issei rolled his eyes, putting down his casket catalogue and turning to meet takahiro’s gaze.

“why hello to you too. remind me why i gave you a key again?”

“because you love me and because i bring shit like this to you. look!” with another long and suspiciously tooru-like sigh, issei took the crumpled paper from makki and immediately stopped in his tracks.

“makki... what the fuck is this?”

written in large pink letters and a flowery, borderline illegible font was the name, coffee and cunnilingus. upon further inspection and careful reading, it revealed itself to be a little cafe opening up about 10 minutes from issei’s apartment complex who were looking to hire “young, attractive men who are proficient at eating pussy.”

issei could feel his eyes narrow and his mouth drop open in shock as he repeated his question. “the fuck is this?”

makki shook his head excitedly, tapping to another portion of the flyer that matsukawa had not yet read. “no, no dude, just look at how much they’re paying per hour.” issei begrudgingly obliged but the minute his eyes touched the (Massive™) number, he felt a little faint.

it was a lot of money. more than the funeral home was paying, that’s for sure. with that kind of money he could move out of this suddenly dingy seeming apartment and into a nice flat in the city were he’d always wanted to live. maybe he could buy himself a nice watch or even a high-end suit to replace the one from his highschool graduation (aka the only suit he owns). with that kind of money, he could erase his student debt 3 years ahead of schedule and get his mom into a nicer place.

it was these thoughts that clouded issei’s head as he found himself standing in front of a cute looking building, matching the address on the flyer. i’ll only be working part time, he thought as he pushed the door open to reveal an equally impressing interior with curtained booths and a wide variety of coffee on the menu. i’m only doing it for extra money, he thought as he shook the owner’s hand after he finished his successful interview. no one can ever know, he thought as he dressed himself in the uniform on his first day.

thus began issei’s super secret side hustle where he ate women out for cash.

sounds worse when you say it outright but it was just working. he was good at it, the women liked him, and he was making BANK. still, there were challenges. some women refused to bathe before coming and he would have to send them to the restroom to freshen up which absolutely ruined his chances for a good tip. some women would become heavily infatuated with him, believing that they were in some sort of forbidden romance. he learned to turn them down quick and easy to avoid conflict in the workplace which furthered his space as a boss favorite. but his hardest challenge by far was meeting you.

you were one of hanamaki’s friends, having met him at one of his brief stints in retail on his search for a job. he had gotten fired but you both stayed in touch after he left, becoming really close, really fast.

issei had met you first when takahiro had invited you to the biweekly seijoh third-years movie night. at first, he had been pissed as an “outsider” had never been invited before and he was worried you’d ruin the vibe, especially since it was the first time in months that oikawa would be able to join them. makki vouched for you through and through and the other boys were okay with it so you were in. the second he met you, all his fears of awkwardness and discomfort faded away.

you were great.

you were hilarious, pretty, and could keep up with makki’s harsh jokes, tooru’s diva attitude, iwa’s tendency to hit (hard), and issei’s original disdain. by the end of the night, he had completely forgotten why he didn’t want you there in the first place.

from then on, you were a staple in their little friend group. you were added to the groupchat where you balanced memes with spouts of deep wisdom and you were ever so reliable, always there if any of them needed it.

yeah, you were great. that’s where the problems started.

issei’s feelings for you quickly went from platonic to romantic, faster than you can say godzilla. he hadn’t even recognized that he was falling for you until it was way too late. normally, he wouldn’t have a problem confessing to you but because of his newly found ...occupation, he was too nervous. how would you take it that he was basically a glorified prostitute? ok, that wasn’t exactly what he did but still! you’d probably find him disgusting and horrible and leave the friend group forever. then he’d have to deal with oikawa’s senseless whining and makki’s subtle digs, blaming him for your departure. yeah, he wasn’t going to put himself through that so he decided to keep his mouth shut.

too bad he didn’t have any control over makki’s.

you and takahiro had been on a little friend-date at mcdonald’s after you’d had a long and frustrating shift. you just wanted to vent, expressing your general hate for your job and desperate need for stress relief.

that’s when makki opened his (big, stupid) mouth and suggested that you visit a little place called coffee and cunnilingus. you nearly choked on your fries at the title before quickly pressing him for details. thankfully, he had the decency not to expose that issei worked there but he had not done a good enough job convincing you not to go there. not that it would’ve mattered. your curiosity was peaked and your libido was high so why not try out the weird cafe where you let a complete stranger stick his tongue inside you?

it was settled. you were going to go and you were going to get eaten out and you were going to like it!

or at least that is what you repeated in your head as you walked to the address on your phone before taking a deep breath and walking inside.

“hello, welcome to coffee and cunnilingus, how might i pleasure you this afterno— yn?” issei’s eyes widened as they met your equally bewildered ones, the both of you staring at each other in shock.

“matsukawa-san, is everything alright?” a large hand rested on issei’s shoulder, startling him out of his thoughts and forcing him to break (horrified) eye contact with you and move it onto his boss who was now looking down on him menacingly.

“y-yes sir, everything is fine!” he squeaked out, hating the way his voice cracked on his first syllable. his boss looked at him suspiciously but thankfully didn’t press.

“well, since nothing is wrong, take this beautiful young woman to a booth where you will assist her!” the hand resting on issei’s shoulder slowly squeezed, making him wince in pain. the pain was only an afterthought though to the larger implication of his boss’ words. he’s going to assist you. assist as in pleasure. pleasure as in eat you out.

holy shit, you were going to pass out.

apparently, issei had the same thought process as you, his face whitening like a sheet. “m-me? but sir i-“

“do your job matsukawa-san!” his boss cut him off with a forced smile. all issei could do was nod and silently lead you off to a closed booth near the back or lose his job. you stayed close behind him but remained quiet, absolutely terrified of breaking the silence and ruining the bubble you had created.

you finally reached the booth in question. issei gently opened the curtain and motioned for you to get it, to which you obliged and he followed just behind.

the moment the curtain closed, you were enveloped in an awkward silence and tense atmosphere, neither of you speaking or looking at one another for fear of one of you running out. after what felt like hours, you opened your mouth to speak, not realizing issei had thought the same thing.

“so-“

“i-“

you finally made eye contact with him and burst into the laughter, the tension quickly broken. it took a full minute or two for the both of you to calm down, the absurdity of the entire situation finally catching up with you.

“you first,” issei said, wiping tears from the corners of his eyes while fixing you with an intense gaze swirled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place but it made butterflies bubble up in your stomach. you quickly turned your gaze to the comfortable seat beneath you, your fingers playing with the red stitching while you thought of what you had wanted to say.

“are you any good?” your hand flew up to cover your mouth as your cheeks filled with heat, the embarrassment of your words catching up to you. you hadn’t meant to say that but when you opened your mouth to apologize, you were stopped in your tracks by the lovely sound of issei’s full-bodied laughter filling the tiny booth.

you had heard it just moments earlier but without the sound of your own giggles drowning it out, you couldn’t help but think that he sounded beautiful. you basked in the sound as it slowly trailed off back into silence. now it was you doing the staring making issei look off with a red face and a heart threatening to pound out of his chest.

“y-yeah i’m pretty good. you want to try? me, i mean?” his words nearly leave you gasping, your brain working overtime to try and comprehend what he was saying to you.

“only if y-you want to? what do you want issei?” you whispered, suddenly unable to find your voice. you wanted this to be okay for him too; you didn’t want him to be uncomfortable even though you wanted him more than you could verbally express. despite the embarrassment and fear of rejection lingering under your skin, you stared at him, awaiting his answer. a tiny minuscule nod came from him and you internally shook your head. you needed to hear him.

“i need you to say it, issei.” your words, while quiet, were firm and issei felt himself hardening in his uniform slacks. he swallowed in his increasingly drying mouth before opening his mouth to respond.

“i want to eat your pussy. can i?”

shit.

your own voice was stolen by his words and all you could give him was a nod before he was on you.

issei didn’t waste any time falling to his knees, pulling your panties down, and hiking your skirt up to your stomach, revealing your glistening folds to his hungering eyes.

“fuck, you’re so wet,” is all the warning you get before he’s licking a long stripe up you from entrance to clit before he’s sucking the hard, sensitive nub into his mouth. your eyes immediately rolled back into your head, your hips instinctively bucking up into his mouth while a gasped moan of issei left your lips.

if he could bottle your moans and use them whenever he pleased, he would, the sound sending another pulse of arousal to his already hard cock. he was tempted to reach down and pull himself out of his trousers but he denied himself. this was about you; you and your wet ass pussy.

issei continued his ministrations on your clit, circling it with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth while his hand was ready to get busy. it crept up your thigh, sending shivers down your spine until it reached your sopping entrance, two of his fingers teasing the slit before delving in to the third knuckle.

the moan you let out is borderline animalistic as your body sends another wave of slick pulsing out over his hand. he groaned into your cunt at your tightness, his mind only imagining him deep within you while you squeeze him for all he’s got.

the amount of slick you produced made it easy for him to add a third finger, thrusting them in and out while also crooking them upwards in search for your special spot that would have you seeing stars. it took him a little prodding but he knew he found it when your back arched, your hand came down into his hair, and you whimpered out a string of curses.

“that’s it baby, cmon, you’re doing so well, wanna see you come apart for me,” he all but growled against your clit before delving back in with a higher intensity, his desperation for you to come winning out his desire to tease you and drag this out as long as possible.

with his incessant pressure on your g-spot and his lips suctioned around your clit, it wasn’t long before he got what he wanted.

“isseiisseiisseiissei, i’m coming, i’m coming-oh fuck!” you screamed as you clenched and gushed all over his fingers, your entire body caving in with the intensity of your orgasm. his fingers were practically forced from your spasming cunt but they quickly found a place rubbing your nub side to side as fast as possible. the overwhelming urge to pee came over you and you shook your head, trying to push his hand away.

“no, no, give it to me, i know you can,” issei groaned, his eyes locked on your dripping pussy. the pleasure he was giving came to a head at his words and you felt a clear liquid escape from your tired, overstimulated cunt, your mouth opening in a silent moan before collapsing back on the seat.

the sight proved to be too much for issei as he felt his body tense, his own orgasm washing over him as he emptied himself into his boxers. he fell back onto the ground, in shock of himself coming entirely untouched. he’d never done it before but of course it was you that would bring it out of him. a smile spread across his face at the thought, his head tilting back as he laughed, catching the attention of your worn body.

“what’re y’laughing at?” you slurred, cringing a little at how fucked out you sounded but issei didn’t seem to mind, his face glowing while covered in your slick and cum.

“nothing, nothing, but uh, i have a question.” you felt your heart leap to your chest, your mind already racing with the possibilities. he’s going to say this was a mistake, that we’re just better off as friends. oh god, what if he says i stunk? or the worst pussy he’s ever had? or what if—

“want to go and get a coffee?” he asked, the smile still plastered on his face but with an uncharacteristic hint of shyness. the butterflies were back in your stomach as you shyly nodded before allowing him to help clean you up and standing, not missing how he slipped your lacy underwear deep into one of his pockets.

issei’s hand found its way into yours as he said goodbye to his coworkers and boss before leading you out of the cafe, watching you tell an animated retelling of the bullshit that occurred at your job with a warm grin on his face and pink cheeks.

it might not be like matsukawa issei to be embarrassed but if it resulted in getting you by his side? he would do it again and again.

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favberrys · 3 years

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I'm bored and in a kkg brainrot mood, so i'm just gonna rant about my opinions of kakegurui ships and i will make some headcanons:

Kirasaya

Ok i had to start with them bc they're just too iconic, i think they have one of the most interesting and complex dynamics in kkg, they really got me obsessed with them, it's probably my number one kakegurui ship and the reason i started watching the show and reading the manga. Honestly yeah their relationship has some power imbalance, since sayaka is kirari's secretary, and is probably disfunctional, but contrary to what some ppl say kirasaya is not abusive, kirari never physically or emotionally abuses sayaka throughout the story. Anyway they're a 10/10, peak lesbian yearning, if they don't kiss at least one i will jump the author. Probably one of my fav ships ever, i think they're made for each other and i can't see kirasaya with anyone else, they're just so good together and their chemistry is >>>>>>

Yumary

Ok this one is kinda an unpopular opinion bc most people like yumary, but honestly i can't get invested into it, there's something in this ship that doesn't make my heart go "fuck yeah they should be gfs". Personally i don't ship yumeko with anyone bc i can't imagine her in a relationship since her main thing is being a compulsive gambler, her existence revolves around it and she forms relationships when they're useful for her gambling games. I think yumary could be friends with benefits for some time, but after a while mary would probably break it off because i don't think she can handle a sexual/romantic relationship with yumeko and after a while it would make her go nuts. A friendship between them is already messy and complicated and honestly i don't think they are compatible that way. Yes they have chemistry and there's probably some mutual attraction but to me it's a no. Also can cishet dudes stop fetishizing this ship ? My vote is 6/10, mostly bc mary doesn't seem much physically comfortable with yumeko, idk mary just seems off with her in that sense and i prefer them as gambling partners or friends.

Meariri

I honestly love this ship, especially after reading the manga, they have such an great dynamic, i think they both care about each other, they have chemistry and i think they're compatible and that their personalities compliment each other, mary is often loud and aggressive and passionate while ririka is more closed off and quiet, they're like fire and ice and this case i think the saying "opposite attract" works with them. Mary counts on ririka and i love the fact that she is so comfortable with her physically (mary is almost always the one to initiate the contact, holding her hand, touching her head, etc) and ririka gets inspired by mary to be her own person and chase her goals. Plus they're really cute together, aesthetically i find them the most attractive couple, i'll give them a solid 9/10

Itsukaede

Lmao i don't even know if this is the correct ship name for itsuki x kaede, ok i don't hate it and i think they could work as a couple, it's not my cup of tea bc m/f ships bore me, but i like their relationship, they have the kind of old married couple dynamic that always works. 6/10.

Ryomeko

I can see it happening, i don't ship it, but i don't mind it either, i'm kinda neutral about ryota x yumeko, but i think he's one of the ppl who care about yumeko the most in that academy (with also mary ofc), the ship is boring bc ryota is bland (he's a good guy don't get me wrong and he defo doesn't deserve the hate he gets) and as i said previously i don't ship yumeko with anyone. Sorry i gotta give it 5/6 out of 10

Yumedari

Ok i love midari but just like yumeko, i don't ship her with anyone bc i see her as someone who's too much unstable for relationships, but i know that canonically she loves/likes/is attracted to yumeko so i don't hate this ship, i think it's decent, the only problem is that yumeko hates midari. Still i think that since they're the most insane mfs in that school somehow this ship could work. 6/10

Yuridari

Again midari in my eyes is kinda unshippable, but this ship is not bad at all, they would have that kind of bickering married couple dynamic like itsuki and kaede, i like it but it doesn't do much for me. 7/10

Ryomary

Jsjssjsksk i looked the name of mary x ryota's ship on wiki so if it sounds weird it's bc i don't know their ship name and i have looked at the first site google gave me. This ship is hard no, mainly bc ryota is very bland and i consider mary a lesbian (i read that she is a canon lesbian but idk if it's confirmed by the author, let's say lesbian mary is just my hc) so shipping her with men feels like a hate crime to me, mary is for the girls only, 4/10.

Tsumary

They are kind of cute together right ? I think they're adorable, tsuzura is mary's first love and i think that someone like her would make mary very happy. I still haven't finished kkg twin, so my opinion on tsuzura is incompleted and it might change, i don't hate her but i find her character a little basic/boring so even though this ship is cute it doesn't make me fall in love with them. 7/10 bc probably also tsuzura had feelings for mary and they have a healthy dynamic, you can see they love each other.

Midasaya

I enjoy this crackship, i know that they both like different people but i headcanon that they were together during middle school or that midari had at least a small crush on sayaka during that time, before kirari came to hyakkaou i like to think that they explored their sexuality together so midari was probably sayaka's first kiss, her first date, etc, so they would have history together and we also see that midari knows sayaka bc her character is described through her pov during tower of doors. I find this ship pretty funny bc sayaka is always so serious and composed and midari is a ball of chaos. 7/10

Yumesaya

This is another crackship i don't mind and find hilarious, yeah i'm a huge kirasaya stan but i'm also a multishipper and sayaka deserves all the girls in the world, so the more the merrier. I like to think this ship as one sided love in which yumeko sort of pines after sayaka and i think it would be very interesting to see kirari being jeaulous that sayaka is getting yumeko's attention. We saw jeaulous/protective sayaka in kakegurui, but i would also like to see how kirari reacts when someone tries to take sayaka away from her, it would be really interesting. Obv this would create some tension between kirasaya and also between kirari and yumeko, almost a sort of love triangle dynamic. My opinion is that yumeko is just too unstable to settle down, also they both probably would get bored/lose interest in each other after the heat of the moment. 6/10

Ririsaya

Sorry but i really can't see it happening not even if i squint, but i really enjoy the ririsaya fanfictions and i think those works are pretty great even though i don't ship them very much. It would be interesting if both twins were in love with sayaka and there was some tension/coldness between them for a while bc they liked the same girl (maybe i read too many fanfictions). My headcanon is that both sayaka and ririka had a crush on each other when they first knew each other and for sayaka it was probably pretty confusing bc she already had feelings for kirari. I see them as friends, 7/10

Yumemisaori

Again idk if this is the correct name of the ship, many said that yumemi and saori are a healthier/mentally stable version of kirasaya and i agree. the dynamics are similar bc we have the secratary that is willing to do everything for her boss and the relationship is a little more balanced, i think they would be very cute together, but sadly they had very little interactions and if i could see more of them i would probably ship them even more. I like them 7/10.

Sachiko x Mary

I didn't even find a ship name for this couple, so they must be pretty unpopular, i like both characters and their antagonistic dyanamic is very interesting, but i don't ship them much bc i think mary needs/wants someone who is completely different from sachiko, who wants to make mary her pet and mary is someone who cares very much about her freedom, her indipendence and wants to make her own choices and this completely clashes with sachiko's extremely sadistic and domineering nature. I prefer them as enemies who have some sexual tension or enemies with benefits or one night stand adventure, but nothing more. 5/6 out of 10 bc the only mary ship i really love is meariri and i also like tsuzumary a bit.

Sachiko x Mikura

This is probably one of the most unhealthy relationships in kakegurui, but i kinda like it. Their dyanmic is pretty much vertical with sachiko who has all the power and makes mikuro do everything she wants and mikura who is completely obsessed and devoted to sachiko (my opinion is that she developed a sort of stockholm syndrome towards sachiko). I think that someone like sachiko could never have genuine romantic relationships bc of her extremely sadistic nature, she sees ppl like toys to break and what she enjoys the most is seeing ppl suffer, so the only compatible person with sachiko is someone extremely masochistic like mikura. Giving them a 6/7 out of 10 bc their interactions are fun/interesting and spice things up.

Rin x Ibara and Yumeko x Kirari

Hard no to both of them, i don't ship incest, yall can do what you want but personally it's a huge no for me. When i first started watching the anime at the beginning i thought yumeko and kirari had some sort of tension and could have been enemies to lovers (lmaoo i was so naive), but then i discovered they were cousins and i saw more kirasaya interactions so i got completely turned off by this ship. 3/10 to both of these ships.

Sachiko x Sakura

Now this ship is very sexy, idk why i like it but i do, yes i don't see sachiko with anyone besides mikura, but this pairing is not bad at all, even though it's a crackship. I think they would be rivals with benefits and would argue a lot and then make out/have hot sex. 7/10 (maybe it's too high but since these are just my opinions i won't be objective)

Mary x kirari

Uhm is there really someone out there who ships them ? Yeah i thought they had some sexual tension in s1 with that tea scene, but it's a no from me, i don't like it and i don't think they're compatible in any way, i can't see kirari with anyone who isn't sayaka. 4/10

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opis-writing-nook · 3 years

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Twilight Tryst

Characters:

Diluc Ragnvindr, gn!reader

Pairings:

Sub!Diluc Ragnvindr x Dom!Reader

Warnings:

dry humping, Dom/sub undertones, marking kink (hickies and love bites), hair pulling, intimacy, kissing, mutual pining, very mild puppy play, mentioned aftercare, happy open ending

A/N:

Welp, it's been a hot minute since I've written anything of this length. After getting a second opinion I decided not to add actual written dialogue, it took away from the flow of the fic.

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Edit 1: The reader is gender neutral I'm just a dumbass and forgot (more like I thought I did it but by the time I realized that wasn't the case it had been rebloged a bit) to put it with the stuff above

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Another late night visit from a certain vigilante, not that you mind having him here, he was always welcomed in your home.

After all, you always looked forward to seeing Diluc's lewd expressions even if that mask obscured part of his face. Maybe one day you'll be lucky enough to see those expressions without that mask in the way, you can certainly dream at least.

You still find it hilarious that he doesn't realize that you know its him, like his hair was a dead giveaway and other things as well but you digress.

With practiced movements he closes the window, drawing the curtains shut, before tossing his cloak over the chair in your room, and gets on the bed after kicking off his boots. He'd rather not have you lecture him again about getting dirt on the bed because he didn't take them off.

You cup his face in your hands, not missing the way he melts into your touch, smiling gently as you give him chaste kisses and carefully push him on his back.

Diluc watches you with half lidded eyes as you remove your pajama pants, tossing them aside with little regard to where they may land, swallowing thickly as you make the bed dip as you sit between his legs. Your eyes flickering to his, waiting for permission to continue, he quickly picked up what you were silently asking and nodded with a bashful chuckle.

His breath hitching as you lightly palm him through his pants, he tried not to buck into your hand because he wanted to be a good boy for you, you were cooing sweetly as he whines when you stop, carefully undoing his belts with deft hands before dropping them onto the floor without looking away from him.

He looks so cute underneath you, panting softly as you toss his pants off to the side, letting out a shuddering breath as you straddle him. You stroke his cheek gently, smiling as his eyes fluttered closed for a moment, he was so cute like this: completely at peace, a dopey smile on his face as he looks at you through half lidded eyes.

Diluc bit his lip as you begin rutting against the bulge in his underwear, face heating up as you look at him through your lashes and lick your lips, and tries his best to keep still since you hadn't given him permission to move.

He wouldn't ever say it out loud but he loved it when you guys did dry humping, there was just something so exciting about it that turned him into a desperate mess so quickly.

The vigilante groaned lowly as you unbutton his shirt before raking your nails down his chest and leave red welts behind, bucking his hips up and muttered a small apology, shivering as you purr out how pretty he looks like this. His face flushing as you toy with his nipples, they'd always been so sensitive, biting his lip roughly as you tug on them just how he liked, letting out reedy moans as you rut against him faster.

His heart flutters at you slumping over and pressing your bare chest against his own, faces inches apart when you tell him he can touch you and enjoy himself since he's been a good boy. He can't help but preen at being called a good boy, letting out a stuttering moan, a comforting warmth blooming in his chest and continue to grow with each praise you gave him.

Diluc eagerly kisses you, loving how you push your tongue into his mouth, the raw passion and want in the kiss making his blood fizz in a mind numbingly euphoric way, he wants more, to drown in these kisses meant only for him.

That's all he needs before he's wrapping his arms around your waist, humping you eagerly as you kiss along his neck and coo out how good he's doing for you. He squeaks as you scrape your teeth against his neck before quickly whining for you to bite him, his tongue lulling out as he feels your teeth bite down and he knows it'll bruise but he doesn't care. A part of him giddy at the idea of you marking him, putting your claim on him, face flushing darkly at the idea of being yours and yours alone.

Carefully gripping the base of his high ponytail before giving a firm yank earns you a strangled moan, Diluc tilting his head back as you nip at his throat, his pace flattering as you bite his neck while pulling his hair just how he liked it. His back arching beautifully off the bed as you continue to pull on his hair, his eyes rolling back as he feels himself getting close, he uses so much willpower to calm himself because that's what a good puppy does.

Fumbling over his words as he tells you he's close, to please let him cum. His eyes rolled back as you grind down hard, yanking on his hair, pinching one of his nipples to tease him a little bit. He's begging, how can you deny him when he's been so good for you tonight.

Diluc lets out a pleasure filled sob when you tell him he can cum, arms tighten around your waist as he cums with a desperate keening sound, babbling thanks for letting him cum and how you're so good to him.

His body twitching and trembling as you keep moving your hips, whining as you left more hickies and love bites on his neck. He let out an embarrassing whimper when you nip at his earlobe and call him a good boy, breath hitching as you ask him if he's ready for more. He's never satisfied with just one orgasm, you both know that, so he just pulls you into a needy kiss in hopes you'll understand that he wants more. You do, thankfully, understand what he wants after doing this so many nights you lost track.

The redhead can't remember how many times you made him cum, brain too fried with pleasure.

By the time Diluc is able to think clearly you're already far into aftercare with him, he's exhausted and dozes off pretty quickly.

He's gone by the time you wake up, but you didn't take it personally.

The next night you can't help smile to yourself as you enter the tavern, taking your usual seat at the counter, and order your drink. You watch Diluc prepare your drink, taking note that his hair was down but whenever he'd move a certain way you'd see the dark hickies you left on him.

You just smile, already knowing that a certain vigilante would most likely scold you for this but it's worth it.

What you didn't know is that Diluc couldn't help feel giddy about the marks you left, your own way of claiming him and letting others know that he was taken.

Maybe one day he'd be brave enough to let you know that he was the Darknight, perhaps even brave enough to confess his feelings for you.

He had no idea that you already knew both those things, you'd wait for him to tell you when he's ready but you don't mind because you loved him.

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sitp-recs · 3 years

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Do you know of any fics under 10k that aren’t too angsty? ❤️

Hi anon, I most certainly do! Thanks so much for sending this ask, I was super excited when I saw it because I’m always happy to celebrate short fics - they could use more appreciation! I’ve wanted to do a proper shorts reclist for a while so I indulged myself and went big, hope you don’t mind! Putting this together was quite hard - going through my bookmarks I realized that I usually go for angsty shorts 💀 so I tried my best not to include anything too extreme, I hope these are okay!

This became a lil monster with 40 recs (and I have lots more hehe) so I decided to sort them by genre - the last category includes light angst (more on the contemplative side) because I can’t help myself. Shout-out to @tackytigerfic for giving me a 2nd opinion and helping me polish this - and for being a darling in general. Happy readings!

ROMANCE/COMFORT

1. Sun Stroke by @peachpety (2020, E, 3k)

Warm, sexy and wholesome, this fic makes my heart soar with the magical beach setting, amazing friendship dynamics and the sweet get together with a delicious side of smut!

2. oxygen [Fic & Art] by @maesterchill (2020, T, 4k)

Tentative acquaintances become something more over a shared smoke at the balcony. Sexy, mature, deliciously atmospheric and full of promise - plus Healer Draco is always a treat!

3. Catch the Snitch (No, Catch My Heart) by @prolix- (2020, E, 4.5k)

Gorgeous bath fic where Harry and Draco just... take care of each other. The raw emotion packed here! Lush and vivid build up with stunning body worship, hot and intimate and breathtaking.

4. Thermodynamic Equilibrium by DorthyAnn (2017, T, 5k)

This quiet comfort fic gives our boys some well deserved healing through physical touching and late night companionship. Love the 8th year atmosphere, soothing and familiar.

5. Blue Sky Is Living Here Today by ignatiustrout (2018, G, 5k)

The loveliest kid fic you’ll see today - real characters, gentle longing, soft understanding. It’s a joy to watch dad Draco through Harry’s smitten eyes, as he realizes there’s no rush to live that love.

6. Gravity Centered by @carpemermaidtales (2019, E, 6.7k)

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7. Up The by @shiftylinguini (2018, E, 7.5k)

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8. And a Malfoy in a Pear Tree by lauren3210 (2015, E, 8k)

Sweet sweet coffee shop Christmas romance! Love the light and fun atmosphere, the easy banter and cute wooing while supportive Ron cheers in the background, what a treat!

9. Ice Snakes, Glow-worms and Wolverine Stew by khalulu (2015, M, 8.4k)

Khalulu writes the softest Drarry, it never fails to put a smile on my face. This has a gentle and sweet get together, with lovely slow burn, a gorgeous San Francisco setting and matchmaker Kreacher 💗

10. Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (2020, T, 8.8k)

This delicate comfort fic has a special way to tug at my heartstrings - a gorgeous tale about found family and the unexpected wonders of life. Gentle, magical and breathtaking in its simplicity.

HUMOUR

11. in charge by @bonesliketambourines (2020, E, 2.4k)

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12. The Morning After by birdsofshore, capitu (2015, M, 5.3k)

This is hysterical and so delightfully creative - Draco exploring Harry’s kitchen and charming a prudish appliance is the kind of cute, silly endeavor I need with my morning coffee!

13. The Spoiling of Sex From Enthusiastic Ignorance by @cibeewastaken (2020, E, 6k)

I’m impossibly enamored with Cibee’s drama queen Draco and his passionate missions! This time he’s decided to get some good diq, and the dialogue and mutual pining will make you smile from beginning to end.

14. All Tied Up by MyNameIsThunder (2020, M, 6k)

This is a secret relationship delight! Sneaking around gets so much better when dramatic Blaise is losing his shit to protect the Council of Serpents’ integrity! A+ faux-drama, super fun and sweet.

15. Luckiest Fucking Size Queen Alive by @l0vegl0wsinthedark (2016, E, 6.2k)

My favorite brand of thirsty and chaotic Draco; being inside his mind is such a crazy ride and you won’t stop laughing for a second. Amazing dialogue and insanely scorching smut as per loveglows’ usual 🤤

16. Sex Ed for Aurors by curiouslyfic (2010, M, 8.7k)

This is a Harry triumph, so fun and charming! Here he’s the one chaotic and thirsty, for a change - I’m obsessed with his internal ranting under the lust potion. Brilliant narrative and top notch characterization, a classic!

17. Ferocious Determination, Insufficient Deliberation, and a Slightly Wrong Destination by Faith Wood (2012, E, 9.5k)

Drunk Draco has never been so absurd and I LOVE it! This goes from hilarious to vulnerable and sweet in a heartbeat; pining Draco is a precious thing and Harry’s gentle persistence made my heart swell.

18. Stand Back: I'm About to Perform Archaeology by Blowfish_Diaries (2018, E, 9.7k)

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19. The Full Monty by @magpiefngrl (2017, E, 9.8k)

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20. Aural Gratification by birdsofshore (2014, E, 10k)

This fic is a classic, charming and hysterical with an adorable Harry thirsting over Draco’s smooth voice. Such an original concept and engaging read, not to mention the rewarding shade of smut!

SMUT

21. Tense by Faith Wood (2013, E, 3k)

Me, reading smut for the dialogue? It’s more likely than you think 😂 this fic is hilarious and hot all at once, with perfect banter and clever dialogue, really a smut triumph!

22. Under Your Skin by @p1013 (2020, Explicit, 4k)

Great premise and the sexiest build up, ugh so much teasing and anticipation as pierced Draco takes Auror Harry’s control away 🔥kudos at the A+ twist and promising ending!

23. The Slytherin Urn by @icmezzo (2015, E, 4.6k)

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24. Once Bitten by Frayach (2012, E, 5.6k)

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25. Matched Set by astolat (2016, E, 5.7k)

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26. Teeth by @amelior8or (2020, E, 6k)

This fic is an emotional rollercoaster and goes from light-hearted and casual to vulnerable and tender in a second. Hot and intimate feat scorching wall sex, gut-punching lines and enthusiastic consent🔥

27. Born Slippy by @dracoladon (2020, E, 8.3k)

My favorite clubbing fic ever, clever and sensual, a master class in UST including the drunk haze confusion and panty kink as a treat! I can’t even talk about this fic without blushing 😳

28. The Page Eleven Wars by fireflavored (2010, E, 8.5k)

Competitive boys fighting for dominance both in bed and at the gossip column’s first page This is peak enemies to lovers: witty banter, hot smut screaming switching rights and feisty stubborn idiots finally getting over their asses.

29. The Things They Never Say by @bixgirl1 (2017, E, 9k)

Angry porn with (many) feels, this feels like a punch to the solar plexus. The explosive Drarry chemistry gives way to something quieter and gentler and full of longing, ugh but it aches so good. Absolutely exquisite!

30. Sweet Indulgence by @the-sinking-ship (2020, E, 10k)

The title says it all; this is a lush and charming read, with chaotic but nuanced Draco pining over authoritative, edgy Harry 😳 steaming pent up tension that culminates in glorious semi-public smut, is your body ready?

CONTEMPLATIVE/SOFT ANGST

31. Sharing a Pack by sugar_screw (2016, E, 2.7k)

A fully fleshed-out love story in less than 3k, with complex characters and powerful feels. Raw, poignant and unbelievably romantic.

32. Still Life by orphan_account (2019, M, 3k)

A superb and gut-punching story where Harry realizes all the little things that make Draco so very different from him - and falls in love anyway. Powerful in its simplicity and concise elegance.

33. Harmony (Left-Handed Melody Remix) by mindabbles (2010, M, 5.8k)

Draco finds his way post-war and Harry meets him in the middle. Aching and bittersweet but also hopeful, with a delicious side of coconut cake, Harry in black robes and Romeo & Juliet as soundtrack.

34. Let Me Have You and I'll Let You Save Me by Frayach (2012, M, 6k)

Enemies to lovers deluxe version! Come and feast on this original narrative, amazingly clever, rich and detailed, telling us an unlikely but inevitable love story.

35. A Pain of Our Choosing by @lqtraintracks (2020, E, 6k)

Broken boys fucking through their issues and healing together during the post-war is so my jam! A+ LQT goodness, this fic is evocative and quietly devastating, but full of feels and hope.

36. Our Little Life by @tackytigerfic (2020, M, 7k)

I’ve screamed about this brilliant fic recently; inventive, poignant and utterly romantic, this fic shows all the ways in which Harry and Draco find each other across space and time.

37. the keys to your kingdom by thistle_verse (2016, E, 7.5k)

A beautiful love story packing an impressive amount of character, conflict and emotion. We are invited to witness as work partners Harry and Draco finally take a leap of faith and grow out of their casual arrangement.

38. Clear As Mud by scoradh (2005, M, 9.8k)

Subtle and heart-wrenching, the sharp and clever narrative creates fascinating dynamics between this brilliantly written Draco and poor oblivious Harry trying to make sense out of it. An all-time fave. Cw: infidelity (not Drarry).

39. fine i'll hold my breath / til i forget it's complicated by teatrolley (2015, E, 10k)

Fucks buddies gone wrong but make it soft so we get to watch as pining Draco patiently waits for Harry to get the memo. Sweet and intimate, with lots of late night talks and comfortable silence.

40. Tidings of Comfort series by @blamebrampton (2012, G, 10k)

Quietly cathartic and atmospheric, this fic is a poignant balm to the soul; such a beautiful tone, such lovely interactions! A must-read for those who enjoy church settings, honest talks and redeemed Draco. All-time fave.

#anon #asks #drarry reclist #short fics #fics under 10k

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jjk; off-league

summary; you decide to do a little boudoir photoshoot for yourself—a little sexy lingerie, some bunny ears, maybe even a little nudity to make you feel more body positive about yourself. that little photoshoot doesn’t end up being for yourself anymore when you accidentally send those sexy pictures to your stupidly hot, stupidly talented childhood friend who you haven’t spoken to since middle school graduation. pairing; photographer!jk x fem!reader genre/warnings; childhood friends to lovers!au, flangst, mutual pining, feelings of insecurity and body image, suggestive language, nudity w.c; 6.2k a/n: i was feeling a lil meh about this fic after finishing it but a month later it finally makes its debut! for @btsghostiewritersnet BGW Bingo Bash! today’s trope is “childhood friends to lovers” which surprisingly isn’t a favorite of mine so it was definitely a challenge to write!

“C’mon, I need your opinion. Deadass. Don’t just say shit to make me feel better.”

“Gimmie those nudes, baby girl,” Johnny makes an impeccable fuckboy impersonation, making you feel a little squirmy to your stomach.

It’s an hour away from being the ass-crack’o-dawn and your impromptu pin-up photoshoot just needs the sexy-star-of-approval from your best friend. Johnny Suh is also up for reasons unmentioned, but you had a feeling his pretty boyfriend is fifty percent of the reason.

You look at yourself in the mirror, smoothing your frame against the black bodice of the sheer teddy. The only parts that are fully concealed are the parts that don’t matter. The sheer bodice reveals your pert nipples concealed by a thin black mesh, coupled with the deep V in the sweetheart neckline, accented by a little black bow in the dive of your highlighted cleavage. The silky a-line raceways to a set of black garters hugging your thighs, barely hanging onto a pair of lace thigh-highs.

It doesn’t leave you butt naked, but enough to make you feel confident about yourself. These pictures are for you, and Johnny. And Johnny’s boyfriend if he’s being nosy.

You tug off the silk bunny ears from your head, flinging it somewhere in your room. The wire started to dig in your brain, giving you a major headache.

“Sending them now,” you hang up and start compiling the pictures in a folder on Google Drive. Once that’s done you copy the shareable link, sending it to Johnny’s number. It happens all so fast, and you feel kind of giddy. As you were posing for the camera, taking your time to find all the right angles, you felt good, you felt sexy in your little get up. Channeling your inner Ariana Grande was one of your childhood dreams, your fifteen year old self would be proud.

Five minutes pass, fifteen, and by the twenty-five minute mark you’re pissed. What’s taking Johnny so long?

Makeup scrubbed clean and face bare, you shuffle in your duvet, far too tired to be waiting up this long. Punching in his number once more, you cry, “Hey! Why haven’t you looked at them yet?”

“What?” your friend’s voice sounds pebbly through the line. Was Johnny sleeping? “You never sent them!” he whines tiredly.

“No, I definitely sent them!” you pull the phone away and keep Johnny on call, ready to prove him wrong.

But to your surprise, the last message you sent to Johnny was this afternoon.

The most recent message is to a person named John Kook.

You scream.

Johnny screams back at you with an equal amount of force, “What the fuck? Did someone break in? Are you being mobbed? See, this is why I wanted to put the baby monitor in your room—”

“Worse!” you’re well prepared for any break in, but not for this. “I sent my pics to the wrong John!”

“Well… is he at least cute?”

“I mean, in the fourth grade he looked pretty cute with that front tooth missing,” you find your output of frustration, your bunny plush, pulling it by the ear and hitting it against the bed. “His name isn’t even John! It was just his English name for a silly project we did in middle school. This is so embarrassing, all I can picture is a twelve-year-old Jungkook mortified from sexual harassment. I basically sent him nudes!”

“Tasteful nudes.”

“I’m gonna die.”

“He’s gonna die, of happiness.”

Jeon Jungkook was a classmate from elementary through middle school. Time and time again was he the object of your affections, from the first grade at the roller rink to the speech he made at graduation. But really, who cares? You’re old and have a job, and it’s not like you’ve communicated with any of your former classmates.

Your horror amplifies when the Delivered receipt is changed to Read 3:41AM.

“Fuck! Fuck me with a fuckin’ fuck nugget he saw it!” you cry, “does he still have my number? What if he deleted my contact, would that be even weirder?”

“Girl, stop.” Johnny sighs, and you can already picture him running his thumb between his brows. “This doesn’t change anything, alright? You two don’t know each other anymore. Block his number and go to sleep.”

Johnny leaves you alone after that, and you’re left alone to mull over the implications of sending Jeon Jungkook your nude photoshoot.

You do block his number, knowing that waiting for a reply would drive you nuts. The one thing that you do which is possibly worse, is look him up on Instagram.

Of course, he’s stupid hot.

He doesn’t seem to like being on the receiving end of the camera however, in favor of his timeline being filled with romantic shots of the beach and city. In between the picturesque views and watercolor sunsets do you see glimpses of him and his current life. You can’t help but smile when you see him with his brother and parents during his college graduation, easily towering over all of them. He looks tall with fluffy cocoa hair, big pearly whites gleaming proudly at the camera. He grew up well.

To torture yourself even more, you even look through his story. Twelve hours ago, he was at the gym lifting weights. Normally, you’d be disgusted by people trying to show off their grunt faces drenched in sweat, but of course Jungkook has to have on a silly smile and pump his fist up after he deadlifts. The sweat clinging to his shirt is also a high plus. His gorgeous display of abs has your hands fluttering over your own belly. Maybe you need to exercise more.

Four hours ago, you see him and a pretty woman with their cheeks squished together, using the puppy filter. Of course he has a girlfriend.

Reluctant, you open up your Google Drive and scroll through your photoshoot. Deflated, you frown at the pictures that once made you beam with pride, picking at every little detail that bothered you. You really can’t believe you sent these to Jeon Jungkook, no longer a fourth grader with one front tooth, but a man way out of your league.

By the time you will yourself to sleep, the sun peeks from the horizon, telling you to move on.

“Hey Gyu,” you tiptoe over to the table much too small for Mingyu’s frame. The string bean is slumped over his iPad pro, drawing intently at some chibi OCs. “Got a plot for that one?” you ask, pointing at the little pink and blue creature decorating the screen.

Mingyu grunts in reply, obviously engrossed. It isn’t until you slide him a matcha frappe from Starbucks that he becomes intelligible, muttering a “thank you” as he blends with his pen.

Sensing that it’s going to be awhile before you get through to him, you take your usual rounds around the front desk and lobby of the cosy photo studio. There’s pretty pictures of Mingyu’s work, along with the other employees Minghao and Hoseok. Each section of the wall features a different taste of each person’s interest. Mingyu is a divine lover of soft bed sheets and hot tea, many of his photographs and paintings featuring cafes or perfectly messy beds you’ve seen on hotel advertisements. Minghao is a tasteful artisan, splotches of color retaliating against neutral backgrounds. Finally, Hoseok manages to find balance in the people, large cityscapes telling both large and small stories.

“Alright,” Mingyu’s deep voice forces you to curl your head, where he’s sipping at his drink with haste. “What’cha here for?”

You frown, “Don’t you remember? I told you last week I’d be stopping by to get my photos developed,” you gesture to the Pentax in your hands, an heirloom from your great-aunt. While you did take digital photos for sending them to Johnny, the ones you wanted developed were taken side-by-side with the film camera. You figured that film would give a little more authenticity to your photoshoot.

“Shit, that’s today?” the camera falls like deadweight, slapping against your sweater as you watch Mingyu frantically look through his digital calendar. He looks at you, dejected. “How many prints?”

“I don’t know, maybe like six. Or eight?”

“That’s gonna take too long, I’m heading down to Hidden Grounds for a vision meeting at two.”

“Alright, I’m free all day. What about after?”

“Nah, you came all this way. I can just let the new guy help you.” and Mingyu makes a show of cupping his hands in the direction of the open hallway, “Yah, Jeon Jungkook! Get your cute ass out here!”

The Pentax around your neck suddenly feels like weight akin to a two-ton boulder, and you surge forward, not caring that the corner of the table is digging into your belly. “Mingyu,” you garble, and Mingyu is shell-shocked by the desperation in your eyes. “Isn’t Minghao around or something? Or I can come back another time? These photos are really personal and I don’t feel comfortable having a stranger see them.”

“What? We’re professionals, don’t belittle us.”

“No, seriously,” you whine, you tug at the collar of his denim jacket, noses practically touching. “These pictures are different. My tits are out and my legs are spread—”

“—interrupting something?”

You hear some shuffling, and you turn around to see Jeon Jungkook’s back, comically turned to face the entrance.

And damn, he did have a cute ass. Nothing is going to hide the glory in those jeans, absolutely nothing.

“Hilarious,” Mingyu drawls, and you push him away. “Forget it, Kook. She doesn’t feel comfortable letting a stranger develop her photos.”

Sensing that it’s safe to turn around, you watch as his black bangs flutter as he faces you. You hope your body language doesn’t betray how you’re really feeling, because you are a mere mortal and you’re weak in the presence of god-like figures.

“Oh, what a relief then,” he smiles at you, and his voice sounds like honey. If there was malice or surprise in his tone, his good-natured expression betrays it. “Because I’ve known this friend since elementary school. We go way back.”

You ignore the burn in the back of your head, as you are positive Mingyu knows you’re hiding something.

“Really, what a coincidence.” Mingyu replies carefully, and you feel utterly stuck between these men and their banter, locked up like cream in an Oreo cookie.

Nothing argues against Jungkook as he easily weaves through the thick wave of awkwardness, hands reaching out to touch your camera. “Wow,” he marvels, holding the object in his hands, “my dad has one of these.”

“A-ha,” you take a step back, only to bump into the corner of the table, again. Ouch. “It’s okay, Jungkook. I’m actually busy today so I can come when Mingyu’s free–”

“Oh, I thought you were free all day,” Mingyu drawls, looking up through his lashes as he sips languidly at his drink.

“Don’t worry about it,” Jungkook says good-naturedly, as if Mingyu just didn’t out you. “We got a lot of catching up to do anyway, c’mon.”

Jungkook moves to place a hand in the small of your back and that’s enough to get you to rev up. Refusing to let any contact get between the two of you, you zip ahead down the familiar hallway, turning your head to catch Mingyu grinning with all canines, shooing you with his fingers like a puppy.

You send Mingyu a stream of “fuck yous” into his inbox for later, unwilling to settle with this curse. Busying yourself with your phone, you avoid eye contact with Jungkook until you reach the dark room. The red light turned off at the top of the doorhenge signals that the room is not in use. Jungkook makes a move to open the door and that’s when you pounce, blocking the doorway with your small body. It’s comical, really.

Jungkook raises a brow at you, but says nothing.

“I really can wait, Jungkook,” you steel yourself, forcing a sympathetic smile. “I’m sure your girlfriend wouldn’t like you developing my pictures—”

It’s then that his pretty cupid’s bow unfurls into a full-fledged grin. “Girlfriend... you’ve been keeping tabs on me?”

“Fuck, well I had to!” your face is as red as the dark room’s alert light, now on because Jungkook flicked the switch and he’s between your arm to unlock the door. Your hand brushes his as you both reach the knob. “I’m really really sorry I sent those pictures. They were for Johnny—you remember Johnny Suh from English class? And I saved you in my contacts as “John Kook” so it was an honest mess up.”

Jungkook hums, so light that the breathiness in his chords flutters your grip on the knob. He forces the door ajar, and you’re left to follow him in the dark room, cluttered with solutions and fancy equipment.

“Thought so,” Jungkook shrugged, giving a one-over at the materials in the room, mulling over his next steps in developing your film.

You’re still petrified at the doorway, holding your Pentax between both hands like a lifeline. Jungkook’s head lols to you, and you get a pretty view of the way his bangs brush over his forehead, Adam’s Apple bobbing. His expression is a little tired, but overall unreadable. He sighs your name, lethargic.

“We’re already here, so might as well get this done,” he gestures to the camera in your vice grip. “Do you wanna pick the shots or do you want me to?”

He’s already seen the digitals, what’s so different about getting a couple prints? With a slight pout you drag your feet over to him, relinquishing your camera. “I’m thinking you have a better eye for this than I do.”

“You think right.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes. Cocky, but what you’ve seen on Instagram definitely justifies his sentiment. Jungkook pays no mind to you, busying his hands with the various containers in front of him, measuring the solutions for the developer, stopper, and fixer. You were always entranced by the process of developing film, especially in highschool where their photography club holed themselves in the darkroom like a secret lair.

“Alright,” he pops open the canister, carefully laying out sections of the film in groups of four. “Want me to pick a random one for a tester?”

You frown, “At least put some thought into it.”

“Always,” it looks like he already decided way before he popped the question, immediately taking a negative and placing it in the carrier.

His fingers are nimble as he takes the time to clean off the dust and any debris that could potentially ruin the image. Then he turns off the lights and begins the process. You dive around him, trying to keep your distance but still too curious to leave his side. If he’s annoyed he fails to show it, in favor of humming whatever song comes from his Echo Dot.

You always got the solos in choir. You wanted to reminisce, but you’re too nervous to say it out loud.

Even though it’s his job and he’s being a professional, you romanticize the experience, watching as he carefully puts the print in each liquid process. Your image blooms to life, and you feel your stomach churn as the photo develops before your eyes.

After a final dip in the solution stopper, he places the first product in a bath of water. Even though you are mere centimeters away, you can clearly see the image of you swimming around the container.

“Alright!” Jungkook hangs the finished picture on a pastel pink clothespin, tacking it in place. “Whaddya think?”

Your breath catches in your throat, feeling heavy as you look at the image of you reflected in the glossy paper. You’re perched on your bed, a hand splaying between your legs as the other hand toys with the silk bunny ears. You’re leaned slightly, giving an ample view of your cleavage. However, the image of you is definitely different from being blown up in comparison to the negatives, and you squirm uncomfortably at your full display.

“I look,” you bite your tongue, internally debating whether you like it or not. Not to spare Jungkook the theatrics you shrug, “It’s good.”

The lack of enthusiasm seems to dissatisfy Jungkook however, as he has to take a double take and look back and forth between the image and the real thing. “What’s wrong with it, do you think Johnny’ll not like it?”

“What?” you furrow your brows, breaking into a nervous laugh. “Johnny has a boyfriend. I just wanted his opinion. This photoshoot is for me, y’know? Just something to make me feel good about myself.”

Jungkook’s lips morph into a little ‘o’, and you see a little bit of the child you once knew in the way he’s mulling over the situation.

“Then can I give you my honest opinion?” Jungkook clips off the half-dried photo, holding it between you two. “Stop thinking so hard about every little thing you don’t like about yourself. If I was your boyfriend and you gifted this to me, I’d be creaming my pants. You look fucking sexy, all grown up since you cried in the fourth grade.”

You’ve just been flung a litany of words you have no brain capacity to digest. Along with that, the immense heat you didn’t know you’ve been suppressing surges to your belly, low and simmering. Jungkook stares at you in earnest, despite his sudden gush of honesty, you don’t know what to say. There’s a dash of pink staining his cheeks, betraying the confidence he previously displayed. He stiffens when you don’t reply immediately and moves to clean his materials, his sudden bout of bold honesty quickly shrinking.

“Y-you know,” you look down at your feet, “the only reason why I cried in the fourth grade was because you told me Santa wasn’t real.”

Jungkook softens, tilting his head. “Sorry about that.”

“Thanks though,” you gently reach for the photo in Jungkook’s grasp, looking at it without contempt. “But won’t your girlfriend be upset if she knew you were saying things like this about someone else?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Well, if you looked through the rest of my Instagram story,” Jungkooks cards a hand through his already mussed hair, splitting the ends. “You would see that she’s not my girlfriend, but my tattoo artist.”

For added measure, he wiggles his fingers in front of you, revealing pretty ink and silver bands across his knuckles.

“Oh,” your voice is feather light, and you’re sure you’re drooling as you stare far too long at the letters that mark his hands, curious as to what they symbolize.

“So, as a singleton telling another singleton,” he continues, “I know it’s meaningless if you don’t believe it yourself, but I’m telling you, you’re attractive.”

“Thanks,” you hold the picture tightly in your grasp, eyes flickering to the negatives in the room ready to be galvanized into a full-fledged picture. “Why don’t we wrap this up, huh? We can continue another time.”

If he notices how much the paper wilts in your grasp, he doesn’t comment on it. “Are you sure? I know it takes a lot of time, but I don’t mind.”

“I’m sure,” you force a smile, one hand on the lightswitch. “I’ll let you know when I’m ready, okay?”

Jungkook swallows, nodding mechanically. “Okay.”

“It was really nice seeing you, Kook.” you blurt before you could chicken out, letting the room bask in darkness a little longer so he can’t see your flustered state. “I’m not even going to downplay it, you look great.”

You half-expect a cocky remark, or a little chest pumping from the compliment. At the sound of his nickname however, 4th grade Jeon Jungkook resurfaces and he shoves his hands in his pockets. “Like I said, so do you,” he replies easily, sending you a soft smile and opening the door for you.

The door closes shut behind you and you exhale, patting your cheeks and willing for the chilly air to calm you down.

When you get home that day, you shuck off all your clothes and crawl into bed. You cry out when the metal framing of your bunny ears stabs you in the back, and you fling it to some unmentionable part of the room. You reach for a bag of half-opened sour gummy worms, flipping open your MacBook to continue streaming the soft magical girl anime you’ve been hooked on these past few weeks.

Not even Sailor Uranus can distract you; however, by the time it’s dark and you’ve run out of distractions, you finally pull the plug and unblock Jungkook from your list of contacts.

Your phone buzzes, the incessant vibration relaying all the messages you’ve missed.

[March 12th, 3:53AM]

You: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/0343…

John Kook: ???

John Kook: you probably sent this to me by accident… sorry i clicked on it

John Kook: is it weird if i said you’ve done a massive glow up since the middle school dance?

[March 12th, 12:02 PM]

John Kook: are u mad

John Kook: you’re mad

John Kook: am i makin this weird by continuing to text you

John Kook: im making it weird.

[March 31st, 6:24 PM]

John Kook: https://drive.google.com/drive/u/1/folders/049…

You tilt your head at the folder link, it was sent only a few hours ago. With a click, you’re enlightened to a set of digital photos. Your photos from your photoshoot, but not quite. They’ve been expertly edited, not too much to distort your looks, but only to enhance your features. A small, barely there smile creeps from your subconscious, ultimately touched by the gesture.

John Kook: sorry if i pushed too hard today.

Guilt overrides your nerves, prompting you to immediately press the call button on his contact. Not to your surprise, Jungkook’s light voice calls your name through the line after the second ring.

“Don’t be sorry,” you blurt, forgoing the hellos. “It was the right amount of push, I feel better, really. If anything, I’m sorry. I blocked your number because I was scared to read your reaction.”

You hear him sigh along the line, and you feel that breath ripple through your nerves, as if he’s right next to you. “It’s fine, I would’ve done the same thing.”

“The pictures you just sent, they’re really beautiful. You did a good job.”

“Thanks, I had a bit of help. I didn’t have to do much.”

“Oh, did Mingyu come back from his meeting?”

"No, I uh," Jungkook chuckles, and while you don't really know why, the sound is nonetheless pleasant. “It was mostly the lighting and coloring I fixed up. Didn’t need to do much since you already looked so pretty as it is.”

You choke on your saliva.

“You okay?”

“Y-yeah,” you cough, “just choked on a snack I was eating.” he hums in reply, and you pray he doesn’t hear your stomach fervently retort that you haven’t eaten since lunch. “So, I think I’m up for developing more of the film. When can I drop by?”

“I’m free Saturday,” Jungkook chirps, “I have a shoot until noon but you can come anytime after that.”

“Sounds good, I’ll be there,” you clutch the phone with both hands. “I can bring lunch. What do you like to eat?”

“Oh, you don’t have to do that.”

“I’m already buying for Minghao,” you lie, “do you like burgers?”

“I can’t say no to a good burger,” Jungkook’s smile feels almost palpable against the line, “do you remember our field trip to the national museum of history? We had burgers on the street!”

“Oh, those were so good,” you moan, fuzzy memories of a middle grade field trip resurfacing to clarity, “but you ate like, ten of them!”

“I still get nightmares,” he warns, “don’t let me go to bed like this.”

You giggle, letting your body meld further into your warm mattress. “Maybe I’ll just show up with ten burgers for you tomorrow.”

“I’ll throw up on you, try me.”

Minghao’s adjusting the frames on their display wall by the centimeter, and it’s pissing him off.

“Ah, it’s off,” he mutters to himself when you walk in, indicated by the electronic bell. He turns to you briefly, pulling a leveler out of his overall pocket. “Doesn’t this look off?”

“Uh,” you look towards Mingyu at the front desk, who is paying no mind as he continues scribbling on his iPad. You tilt your head towards your former college classmate. “It doesn’t look off from over here?”

Tacking the leveler on one of the frames, he whines, “It’s five degrees off.”

Mingyu puts his pen down to reach over the counter and grab the paper from your hands, steaming with the scent of fast food, “He’s been like this for hours, don’t mind him.”

He doesn’t even ask whether the food is his, Mingyu sees grease and he claims. Reaching for an oil-wrapped parchment, he unfolds the paper to reveal a handsome burger with all the fix-ens.

Barely satisfied, Minghao steps away from the art display. There is a sizable gap in the display, now divided between four artists instead of three. You wonder how Jungkook’s work will look amongst the other artists.

“Cute ‘fit.” Minghao mumbles, nodding approvingly at your clothes as he digs into the bag for his own burger.

You send a half-smile his way. If an outfit is Minghao-approved, that means you’ve gone above and beyond. At least, you tried to play it off like you didn’t try to look cute. It’s not like you’re intimidated by Jungkook, living with a major fifteen-year glow up. After all, he’s already seen more than you can imagine.

Mingyu takes notice, eyes going south to where your white blouse meets your cleavage. You hurl a fry at his face, “Eyes up here, perv.”

He scrunches his nose, lifting a greasy thumb to slide a manila envelope over to you. “Here’s the developed pictures. Intercepted Kook and I finished them this morning.”

You frown, “Jungkook’s not done with his photoshoot yet?”

“Oh, he’s been done.” Mingyu’s eyes roll back to one of the studios. “But I’m saying is, you got what you needed. So you can leave if you want,” but he grins at you, canines so sharp you feel his stare jabbing you in the proverbial neck. “Unlesssss you want to go in and say hi.”

If he has any inkling of what’s going on in your head, it’s definitely confirmed when your face turns hot. Damn body, you’re betraying me! With a flourish you grab the fries from under Mingyu’s nose, along with whatever’s left in the fast food bag.

Minghao’s smiling through his burger, knowing if he pulls any type of savagery his lunch would certainly be pulled from under his chin.

“Whatever you’re thinking, drop it or the burger will be going in your ass instead of out.” You mean to sound menacing, but the Min-squared and their boisterous laughter follow you down the hallway and into the occupied studio.

“Hey Jungkoo—wow.”

You’re sure you look like Alice, enthralled by the little wonderland she just stepped into. The set is beautiful, right out of a fairytale. It has a very old-romance vibe, like Morticia and Gomez Addams. There lay a couch made of the darkest, richest wood, with velvet red cushions covering the body. Across the floor laid hundreds of black rose petals, blanketing the floor in a sea of ebony.

“It’s for a wedding, gothic themed.” Jungkook supplies helpfully, still fiddling with whatever he was looking on his digital camera. He’s looking utterly soft in a matching grey sweat combination, something that would easily disgust you during high school, but unfairly works with him.

“The shoot must’ve been beautiful.”

“It was.”

“I uh, got this for you.” Your fingers start to sweat from clutching the bag so hard, and you place it on his work table.

He finally looks up from his camera, giving you a wan smile. “I thought you got those for Minghao.”

You mentally slap your cheeks, trying to ignore the way his smile made your stomach do somersaults. “He got his own. Your portion has a cookie in it, so.”

His cute teeth unveil themselves at the mention of sweets, and you can’t help but smile back at the familiarity.

The two of you take your time in enjoying your lunch, not meaning to stay but the very back of your mind hoping he’d like to share a meal with you. After all, Mingyu and Minghao are probably at the front relishing in your very obvious attraction. What can you say, first crushes never die.

Between sips of your milkshake, you’ve taken to flipping through Jungkook’s portfolio. There’s a myriad of different subjects: beaches, people, the occasional squirrel. Each section of the portfolio feels like you’re being transported to a new side of Jungkook and his artistry, and you ached to know more.

“Wow,” you point at an action shot of two girls in a dance studio, “this duo looks like Chungha and Hyoyeon.”

He swallows his (second) burger, having the audacity to sink sheepishly in his sweater. “It is Chungha and Hyoyeon.”

You nearly choke on your cookie. “That’s amazing.” you say breathlessly, looking closer at the image. In fact, the beautiful women photographed are famed hip-hop choreographers Chungha and Hyoyeon. You can’t imagine how good Jungkook must be to manage a photoshoot with them.

As proud as you are of Jungkook, it reminds you that since middle school you two have lived completely different lives. You wonder if Jungkook gets these kinds of gigs all the time, hanging around with gorgeous, talented people like himself.

Jungkook says your name once, twice. He looks at you concerned, and you’re melting in his large carmine eyes. If he notices your usual overthinking, he doesn’t say anything, and gestures to the section at the end of his portfolio. “This isn’t my best work, but it’s one of my favorites.”

There’s something familiar about this set. A playground with a busted swing set. Children riding on bikes and colorful class shirts. Ice cream melting on fists.

Thirteen-year-old you hanging on top of your middle school’s leafless tree, clutching your baseball cap as you shade yourself from the sunset.

“Was this the first time you took pictures?” you ask, thumbing the picture of yourself.

“Yeah. It’s when I decided it’s what I wanted to do the rest of my life.”

“I know we didn’t know each other that well and we’ve only recently connected but,” you give him a shy smile, “I’m really proud of what you’ve grown up to be, Jungkook.”

He looks like you’ve hung him the moon and stars, his half-eaten burger loosening in his grasp. His lips are parted cutely, like a kitten who’s just been offered a fresh glass of milk. You cough at the sudden pause in conversation, feeling self-conscious of your impulse confession. You don’t even have it in you to be disgusted when Jungkook hastily shoves the second half of his burger down his throat, tips of his ears pink.

Leaving him be, you press a palm to your cheek, looking at the wedding set.

Jungkook downs half a water bottle before he speaks again. “Y’know, it would be a shame to clean up this set already. It was kind of expensive.”

“Yeah,” you echo, standing up and kicking off your slippers. You kick your feet in the air, watching the black petals kiss across your ankles.

“I have an idea,” he wipes his hands on his sweats, “why don’t you go back home and get an outfit you really like. Lingerie, a cute outfit, whatever. Let me give you a photoshoot you’d love.”

You look up from your petal dance, balking. “Jungkook! That’s not necessary, I told you the photos I took were okay.”

“Yeah but, you didn’t seem entirely happy. C’mon, I got a camera and a beautiful set. Why waste it?” his hands naturally gravitate towards his charging camera, already turning it on. “I can do lighting, I know all your good angles. What’s stopping us?”

Really, what’s stopping you? Your hands fiddle with your open flannel, the soft material comforting you as you look across the set. You try to imagine yourself, your body draped across the velvet pillows and black petals. Would it look good? Would you feel good? You think back to how you felt the first time, how scared you were when someone other than Johnny would be looking at your photos. You remember how something weird and sour contorted in your stomach when you scrolled through Jeon Jungkook’s Instagram, no longer the little boy you knew but a man who could have everything he wanted—

“Stop thinking about it.” Jungkook suddenly snaps, and you break from your reverie to catch him looking upset. It’s been awhile since you’ve seen him like that.

“Thinking about what?”

“Thinking that you’re out of my league.”

“Excuse me?”

“You were like this the other day too,” and he looks sad, and puts his camera down to come closer to you. “Why are you feeling this way. Is it me?”

“Not necessarily,” you huff, hugging yourself.

“Do you not feel beautiful? Do you not like your body?”

“No, I do.” you say to yourself, and you mean it. Even though there will inevitably be days where you may not feel one-hundred percent positive about yourself, you know at the end of the day, you love you and all its parts. “I don’t know, Jungkook. I had no problem letting Mingyu develop the photos originally, because he knew me in college and I was already sure of myself back then. But I guess when I sent them to you, I felt like I did when I was a little girl, y’know? Going through puberty, and worrying about what other people think.”

And it’s not like Jungkook teased you or made you feel lesser of yourself. In fact, Jungkook was the student you wanted to be when you were younger. Someone sweet and caring, and unabashedly confident about himself.

“I guess seeing you so successful and the fact that my stupid childhood crush came back from a time where I always felt low, made me feel a little insecure again.”

Something sinks in and you feel hyper aware of how crushed Jungkook looks at your declaration. “There’s no leagues, you got that?” he says quietly, walking so close that he’s hovering over you, sneakers brushing. “I get it. I get unsure and insecure just like you. Hell, I was nervous this morning, wondering if you’d really come. We may not feel insecure over the same things, but middle school wasn’t that great for me either.” He makes a funny face, and you feel a smile twitch across your lips. “But it’s okay. Because we’re human and we grow. But now, you are successful. You’ve grown from your time growing up and you’re a wonderful, powerful person. I’m proud of you too.”

“I know,” you mumble, leaning your forehead against his chest. His arms wrap around you in response, holding you snug.

“And for the record, I thought you were the most beautiful person in the world in fourth grade. Even though my world was pretty small back then, I can say now that what I thought back then still stands true.”

You look up from his embrace, where he’s leaning down to press a slow, cotton soft kiss to your forehead. He backs up a little to read your face, and you give a tiny nod in response to signal it’s okay. Jungkook exhales in contentment, relaxing against your frame.

“Thanks, Kook,” you crack a smile, feeling your insecurities slowly evaporate. You feel better, light, knowing that these negative feelings are only temporary, and you’re not alone. Being in Jungkook’s arms, an honest boy turned man you’ve known all your life, it feels almost like home.

You two stay like this for a while. Exchanging feather-like kisses, feeling irrevocably young and hopeful. Suddenly feeling emboldened, you tug him by the strings of his hoodie to press a long, hot kiss to his lips. There’s a stutter, and you’re pretty sure Jungkook choked on his saliva at the sudden change of pace but you continue, letting Jungkook catch up and follow your lead.

“Wow,” Jungkook pulls away and his lips are shiny and flushed. Adorable. You think 7th grade Jungkook would be rolling in his Naruto sheets if he knew you two would inevitably end up together. Conversely, 7th grade you would be squealing in your kitten plushie, proud that you managed to nab your childhood crush to live out all the fantasies you’ve imagined since the 4th grade.

“Jungkook,” you let your flannel fall to the floor in a heap, only leaving your baby blue top in a thin ruched camisole. “I think I want to do the photoshoot. Can’t pass up these pretty petals, y’know?”

He runs a hand through his hair, gaping. “Really?”

“Yeah,” you press a wet kiss to his neck, “anyway you want me, baby. Full creative control. I want you to like this as much as I do, okay?”

With the permission to hold the wheel, Jungkook’s lightheaded and spinning. His eyes rake up and down your gorgeous form, wondering how many good deeds he’s done in his past life to earn a right just as this.

“In that case,” he presses a palm to your shoulder, pushing you to sit along the velvet cushion, “strip for me.”

#jungkook fic #btsghostiebingo #goldenclosetnet #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut #bts fic #bts scenarios #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x reader

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allwaswell16 · 3 years

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{Recently Read 1D Fics}

February 2021

These are all the One Direction fics I read and enjoyed in February. There are 16 recs here in all and are in order by word count and organized by pairing. You can also listen to my podcast to hear me talk about each of these fics as well as an overview of what was posted on ao3 in February! Please let the writers know if you liked the fics by leaving kudos and comments! Happy reading!

Fanfictional Podcast #22 | ko-fi | other fic recs

Larry

❤️ Still the One, @dandelionfairies (E, 51k, exes to lovers au, past cheating, post divorce, small town, kid fic, single father Louis, preschool teacher Harry, fate, fluff, smut, the softest past cheating fic you’ll ever read)

❤️ Frankly My Dear, I Don't Give a Damn, @mizzhydes / MsHydeStylinson (E, 45k, famous/not famous au, tattoo artist Louis, famous Harry, singer Harry, vacation, Los Angeles, NYC, Vegas, punk Louis, holiday fling, strangers to lovers, smut, happy ending, so much fun!)

❤️ Breakable Heaven, @daggerandrose / amomentoflove (E, 44k, Greek mythology au, Hades Harry, dark Harry, Persephone Louis, kidnapping, falling in love, smut, always in the mood for a good Hades/Persephone story!)

❤️ No Friends and An Empty Heart, @maelstromroots / Maelstrom_Roots (E, 36k, Fleabag au, television series au, Fleabag Louis, hot priest Harry, guinea pig Niall (literally he’s a guinea pig lol), therapy, sex addiction, mentions of death, mentions of past suicide, angst with a happy ending, I’m obsessed with this fic it was so damn good)

❤️ You Left all your Dreams on the Threshing Floor, @londonfoginacup / LadyLondonderry (M, 26k, Marcel au, magazine, Manchester, fashion, journalism, bullying, past sexual assault, hurt/comfort, plot twist, i don’t want to give away spoilers but I was shocked)

❤️ Up, @slowlyseducedbycurls / Thingssicant (M, 26k, Up movie au, Clifford the dog, Charles Muntz, old age, period typical homophobia, adventure, balloons, minor character death, fluff, angst, happy ending, what a unique and sweet fic!)

❤️ as in olden days, @scrunchyharry (T, 18k, historical au, 1920s, Canada, British Harry, Canadian Louis, French, Christmas, winter, strangers to lovers, rich Harry, language barrier, holiday romance, New Year’s Eve, bed sharing, snowed in, mutual pining, so soft and lovely)

❤️ love put us two together (but we don't know how to stay), @so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed / we_are_the_same (T, 10k, friends to lovers au, best friends, pining, five times fic, dreams, alternate universes, dream guides, dreams vs reality, light angst, Louis pov, absolutely loved this and got a little choked up)

❤️ Read My Lips, superglass (NR, 6k, 90s au, friends to lovers, famous/not famous, famous Louis, musician Louis, baker Harry, winter, London, Brit pop, getting together, Christmas, New Year’s Eve, pining, fluff, smut, such beautiful writing)

❤️ Event Horizon, @mercurial-madhouse / writing_practice (M, 4k, soulmate au, soulmarks, twin flames, angst, dark magic, hurt/comfort, implied sexual contact, curse, so intense omg)

❤️ It's All Mixed Up!, @mayflowersinapril / iamnotgroot (G, 2k, five times au, established relationship, long distance relationship, misunderstandings, humor, freight ship, surprises, so funny and cute!)

❤️ safer by your side, @polkadotlou / twoshipsdrifting (T, 1k, part 5 of where the lights are beautiful series, a/b/o, alpha Harry, omega Louis, established relationship, mention of heat, fluff, implied smut, an update to my fav a/b/o fic?? yes pls! this is emotional and made the back of my neck tingle)

❤️ Pound Cake, @kingsofeverything (NR, 1k, friends to lovers au, baker Harry, birthday, love confessions, baking, roommates, best friends, butthole series, lol this was both hilarious and emotional)

Gryles

❤️ sad sex is…no, @disgruntledkittenface (NR, 2k, fwb, angst, communication, getting together, smut, oof so much emotion for 2k!)

Lilo

❤️ bad luck to talk on these rides, @quelsentiment / wordsnnotes (G, 10k, Lilo friendship fic, established relationship with Zayn/Liam, friendship, developing friendship, platonic relationships, asexual Louis, family issues, 5 times fic, hurt/comfort, alcohol, fluff, humor, this fic made my heart so full)

Shiall

❤️ Get Burned By the Fire, orphan_account (NR, 12k, Niall/Shawn Mendes, fwb, based on Small Talk, bartender Niall, side Larry, loved this and the twist was so good)

#28th appreciation #fic rec #allwasficrecs #february #larry fan fic #gryles fan fic #shiall fan fic

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lululawrence’s May 2021 Fic List

Previous Fic Lists / Fic List Podcast Masterpost

May somehow managed to escape my grasp and here we are again! I got a weekend away from the kids this month, which allowed me the chance to finally read for hours on end, and I therefore have quite a few fics to talk about! They were truly amazing, I loved every single one, and I hope you appreciate them too!

If you’d like to hear me share my excitement about these fics verbally and in more detail, you can listen to this month’s podcast here.

As always, be sure to show your love and appreciation for all of the hard work our fandom authors have put into their fics with kudos, nice comments, and (when applicable) reblogging their fic posts!

Just for Tonight (I can be yours) by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren (42k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, A/B/O, Royalty AU, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Innocent Harry, Sheltered Harry, Arranged Marriage, Friends to Lovers, Angst with a Happy Ending, but HOW DO THEY GET THERE?? lol, Mpreg, Heat/Rut, Poor as shit sex education lmao, Okay but for real the world building in this was incredible, I can still see the pictures in my mind that I conjured up for certain parts of this fic, It is incredible and the PINING AND ANGST OMG)

reckless serenade by @thepolourryexpress / thepolourryexpress (4k, E, Harry/Louis, Girl Direction, This one is a bit hard to explain lmao, ....Non-Established Relationship.... relationship, it makes sense in the fic lol, clueless idiots in love, there we go, friends to lovers, humor, fluff, This is beyond sweet and fucking sexy)

a little tenderness by @disgruntledkittenface / disgruntledkittenface (11k, NR, Harry/Niall, 1D A/B/O Fest fic, Alpha Harry, Omega Niall, Touch Deprivation, Nesting, Cuddling, Scenting, Ace Harry, Fluff, Okay listen this fic was so fucking soft I cannot express to you, It was HEALING, I cryyyyyy it was just so beautiful)

What if I'm someone you won't talk about? by @louloubabys1992 / louloubaby92 (58k, M, Harry/Louis, Fine Line Fest fic, Song Fic, Based on Falling, Famous/Non-Famous, Childhood Sweethearts, Exes to Lovers, Kind of but not really at the same time?, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending but there’s fucking angst okay? lol, Hurt/Comfort, Sex Work, Exploitation, References to Rape, PTSD, There’s a lot of dark shit in here, please please please read the tags and keep yourself safe, But if you can handle it then fuck it was an fascinating story for sure!)

When Least Expected by @all-these-larrythings / Rearviewdreamer (22k, M, Harry/Louis, Quarantine Fic, Single Parent Louis, Teacher Harry, Mentions of Depression, Online Dating? Kind of?, Maybe it’s more like Long Distance dating, except they’re in the same city, anyway, Pining, Flirting, Oblivious boys, Soft, This fic was the epitome of soft, It was so incredibly healing to read it, So cathartic and beautiful and lovely, It just made me so happy and at peace reading this fic, and I really didn’t expect that from a quarantine fic tbh)

so c'mon c'mon (and dance with me baby) by @rockstarlouis / theweightofmywords (3k, NR, Harry/Louis, New Year’s Fic, Meet Cute, Louke are together at the beginning but it doesn’t last long, Work Party, but neither Louis or Harry work there lololol, Humor, Drinking, Dancing, This fic was just so short and sweet and fun I loved it)

Pound Cake by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (2k, NR, Harry/Louis, Butthole Series fic, Hurt Louis, Sad Louis, Harry’s birthday, Friends to Lovers, Crack fic lmao, Misunderstandings, This fic was so funny but also somehow sweet, while still being about buttholes, Lauren is a magician what can I say lol)

Get Burned By the Fire by Anonymous (13k, NR, Shawn/Niall, Heartbreak Weather Fest fic, Song Fic, based on Small Talk, Bartender Niall, Mysterious Shawn, Casual Sex, I think that’s how you’d define their arrangement? lol, Pining, Harry and Louis are together and Niall’s besties and coworkers, They’re hilarious through all of this, Even though it’s casual sex or meant to be anyway, It defo is also like... a Breakup Fic, and also Exes to Lovers, Supernatural Elements, It’s all complicated and sooooo fucking gooooood)

The Shooting Star Of Promises And Fears by darkpoets (2k, NR, Harry/Louis, Soulmates, Wishes, This fic is incredibly hard to explain or describe, because the style and feel of it is incredibly unique, It feels almost floaty while you read it, if that makes sense)

Getting a Room by bluespring864 (2k, G, Lewis/Niall, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Idiots in Love, Banter, Listen this fic is short but packed to the brim with feels, omgggggg SO MANY FEELS, and so so lovely the way it comes together, but also hilarious too?, it’s just very THEM, I could also hear all the lines Lewis says in this fic in his accent, I heard his voice speaking them in my head, and I was trying so hard not to laugh out loud as I sat reading, surrounded by strangers lmao, It was so awkward but worth it)

Caves End by @jacaranda-bloom / jacaranda_bloom (40k, E, Harry/Louis, Big Bang fic, Famous/Non-Famous, Farmer Louis, Rancher Louis is maybe better?, I’ll put both cause Dee said farmer lmao, Footballer Harry, Australia fic, Horseback Riding, Angst, Miscommunication, Dee’s tags about that are hilarious please read them, Hurt/Comfort, This fic is just EVERYTHING, okay, It was so incredibly good)

and all I think about is you and safer by your side (parts 4 and 5 of where the lights are beautiful) by @polkadotlou / twoshipsdrifting (1k each, T, Harry/Louis, Alternate Universe, A/B/O, Alpha Harry, Omega Louis, Established Relationship, Mentions of Heat, Drabbles, Listen this whole series is amazing, and if you haven’t read it then these drabbles won’t have the same power they do otherwise, but they are SO DAMN GOOD OKAY)

Counterculture by @sadaveniren / SadaVeniren (6k, E, Harry/Louis, Omega Harry Fest, A/B/O, Omega Harry, Alpha Louis, Famous/Non-Famous, Underground Clubs, Pack Dynamics, Scenting, Public Sex, Orgies, Pregnancy and Lactation Kink, Like... this fic is FILTHY while still having super cool worldbuilding elements in it, and it’s kinky as shit cause Sada, In other words this is fantastic)

Say Something by @kingsofeverything / kingsofeverything (105k, E, Harry/Louis, Alternate Universe, A/B/O, Alpha Louis, Omega Harry, Older Harry, Age Difference, Heat/Rut Partners, Friends to Lovers, Kind of?, It’s Complicated lol, MPreg, Divorced Harry, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Harry has a lot of shit to work through, It all works out and it’s so fucking good)

The Until Series by @allwaswell16 / allwaswell16 (62k total, Harry/Louis (parts 1 and 3), Niall/Shawn (Part 2), Big Bang fic and Heartbreak Weather Fest fic, Song Fic, Seriously the whole albums is basically the inspiration lol, Cowboy Harry, Child Actor Harry, Cowboy Shawn, Songwriter Louis, Singer Niall, Farm Fic, Enemies to Lovers, Misunderstanding, So good just all of it, Dumb boys in love lol)

That Smile and That Midnight Laugh by @uhoh-but-yeah-alright / yeah_alright (50k, T, Harry/Louis, but also Harry/Nick at the beginning, Big Bang fic, Girl Direction, Based on Ferris Bueller’s Day Off, It’s like an extension and starts where the movie ended, So cool in that way I loved it, Grimmy and Louis are step-siblings, Friends to Lovers, No Cheating if that’s a concern, Sexuality Crisis but it’s more of like a Gay Awakening, Coming of Age story in that way, So freaking soft like omg, I just really freaking loved this fic)

#mine #fic rec #my fic rec #28th appreciation #fic writer appreciation #fic list #may 2021 fic list

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