#which is hands down the best ever trope fuck enemies to lovers
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sleep on it by 14CookiesGone <ao3>
tags: this time not an AU, Lando Norris/Oscar Piastri, literal sleeping together, naps, cuddles, all you might need on a cold evening (only 4k but so worth it)
what K thinks about it: this was everything i want to have in life - a person i love sprawled across me as they teach me where the best nap spots are. this is one of those things i'd like to put in a jar and have it on me to get those warm feelings whenever i'm feeling down. id this was 150k words i'd gobble it up.
#ao3#ao3review#read on ao3#landoscar#landoscar fic#literal sleeping together#which is hands down the best ever trope fuck enemies to lovers
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twenty four hours (modern!eddie munson x fem!reader)
HOUR TWENTY FOUR
in which you and eddie win the bet.
→ tropes: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, slow burn
→ warnings: strong language, upside down does not exist, minors dni
→ wc: 7k+
→ a/n: oh, holy fuck. holy fucking shit. i have no words, because i know it's not really over yet (we still have an epilogue, friends! don't forget that!) but... i did it. i finished another fic. that's just... insane?
thank you to everyone who has been so very kind and supportive of this fic. i owe you all the world. i'm sure i'll either make a sappy post between now and thursday, or i'll get extra sappy in the a/n on the epilogue, but for now - please know you have all my love. <3
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24:00 ─────────────── ㅇ 24:00
DINGUS: hey, i facetimed them for last hour’s proof. had to work out when they wanted me to head over and pick her up.
BIRDIE: both still alive? both still well?
DINGUS: so it seemed.
ARGYLE 😎: what a relief! I knew they had it in them
JOHNNY BOY: They still have to last one more hour.
NANCE: They’ll last the hour. Have a little faith, babe.
JOHNNY BOY: Still don’t like the fact we’ve just started calling them instead of requesting the photo proof. I mean, how do we not know they’re lying? Did you talk to both of them when YOU called, Nance?
NANCE: Yes, I told you guys that.
NANCE: Besides, you guys already know that Eddie hates having his picture taken. We’re lucky we ever got picture proof to begin with.
DINGUS: also i JUST facetimed them??? physically saw them?? your lack of trust in me and nance kind of hurts jon
BIRDIE: @NANCE hey can you call ME babe next?
HOUR TWENTY FOUR – 4:00 PM
“Hey there, love birds. Glad to see you didn’t kill each other.”
Steve.
You wait for Eddie’s arm to leave you, for him to put space between the two of you, but he doesn’t. He keeps you pressed flush to his side as if the sudden arrival of a friend doesn’t make the slightest bit of difference.
“Hey, Harrington,” he even casually greets first.
He’s making no move to get up off the floor.
Just a little bit longer. Let me sit here and live in this moment a little bit longer.
“Munson,” Steve nods to Eddie before setting his sights on you, “Doll. Nice to see you, kind of glad I’m not having to fish you out of the canals.”
You feel it — Eddie’s arm tenses behind you ever so slightly at Steve’s nickname. Clearly, it’s still a sore spot for him to work through.
“I was feeling generous,” Eddie shrugs as if he hadn’t just revealed a flash of jealousy to you. You’re not even sure if he knows that you felt it. But it was there, in the slightest tightening of his grip and the flexing of his bicep behind your shoulder.
“Generous? I think you were feeling friendly,” Steve waves his hand between the two of you, as if he thought he was pointing out the obvious.
If he thought this was close, he’d faint at the imagery of you on the kitchen counter, Eddie’s face between your legs as he begged for you to let him touch you.
Just as you had noticed Eddie’s jealousy, he notices the way you suddenly heat up, shifting in your seat ever so slightly. That pull on the corner of his lips tells you all you need to know. You kind of hate how easily the two of you can finally read each other. You kind of love the way he’s looking at you as if he’s thinking the exact same thing.
“Do I get my free punch now?” you finally speak up, tone flat as you muster a glare in Steve’s direction. You’re forgoing all polite and pretend oblivion.
Every single one of you here knows what happened. The bare bones of it, at least.
Eddie looks at you curiously, “Excuse me?”
Steve only grins, holding out his arms as if welcoming you, “Take your best shot.”
You stand quickly, and Steve even flinches. He clearly had thought it was all a bit, but you were deathly serious. After the night you’d had, you wanted to punch something, anything.
“Hold on,” Eddie fumbles to follow you as you stand in front of Steve, your eyebrow cocked as you pause, “Hold on, why are you punching Harrington?”
“Oh, I don’t know. ‘She’d never go for me, why would she go for you?’” you remind him, and fully expect for hurt to flash across his face. Instead, merriment continues to tug on his lips, “That ring a bell?”
“It might,” Eddie drawls, slowing down his movement to stand more casually, no longer in a rush to break up the fight. His eyes flash with something, with some sort of affection as your hand curls into a fist threateningly and you continue to glare daggers at Steve, “‘S cute to see you defending my honor, sweetheart.”
Your knees almost physically wobble. The nickname that once struck such anger and irritation in you has become your favorite thing, something that can so easily elicit such a physical reaction. Any taunting has dissipated from his tone when he falls from his tongue now. Adoration takes its place.
Steve looks between you two for a second before his face twists up, “God, I think I liked it better when you two hated each other.”
“Never really hated each other,” Eddie corrects Steve, but his eyes never leave yours.
“Right, must have slipped my mind.”
One of the questions that had been torturing you has now been answered — Eddie would, in fact, be acting differently around your friends. It’s almost enough that you feel no need to punch Steve.
Almost.
“Where do you want it?” you tear your gaze from Eddie, looking back to Steve now expectantly, “Cheek? Nose? Chin? Jaw?”
Steve’s eyes widen. “My God, have you just been dreaming of this moment for the last hour?”
“I have.”
Eddie leans back against the wall, still watching and still smirking as he crosses his arms.
“I know Eddie’s your boyfriend now but-“
“He’s not my boyfriend,” you correct him quickly, but something inside of you twists at saying that.
He wasn’t your boyfriend. You two had just agreed you’d need time apart before even thinking of exploring what this new chapter will bring you two. So why does it feel so wrong? Why do you suddenly feel like a pathetic teenager, desperate to bestow some cheesy title upon her crush?
Eddie nods when you suddenly look at him, as if he can read your mind, “I’m not her boyfriend. Just… her scary dog.”
Scary dog privilege. And God, does that moment feel light years in the past now. Years ago rather than hours ago. His promise to protect you suddenly rings truer now. If you ever did find yourself in trouble, you knew he’d answer your call. You knew now why his protection only extended to you. You finally, finally understood.
“Scary dog?” Steve squints at Eddie, and his judgmental demeanor has fully returned, “What the fuck does that even mea-“
He doesn’t get to finish the sardonic sentiment. The slap of your palm interrupts him.
“Ow!” he yelps out, head snapping from the force of the hit and hands already coming up defensively.
Eddie pushes off the wall the moment Steve’s hands are up in the air, “Lay a hand on her in retaliation, Harrington, and I’m breaking your arm.”
All the joking, cocky demeanor has faded. Like he had said — scary dog privilege. It applies to more than just pricks at the bar.
“I’m not,” Steve grumbles, rubbing at the red imprint now singing his cheek, “Jesus Christ, I said a punch.”
You fight a smile, “I don’t know how to throw a punch.”
“I can teach you,” Eddie pipes up, now standing beside you, hovering in your orbit.
“Don’t-“ Steve puts out a warning finger, “-encourage her. I only said you could punch me because I knew you couldn’t throw a punch!” he continues to cradle his face, now pouting at you, “Do you feel better now?”
You only answer with a triumphant smile. Because your palm is stinging, and you know violence isn’t the answer, but yeah. You do feel a little bit better.
“I don’t,” Eddie hums. He only has to take one step forward for Steve to back up, throwing out defensive eyes as he narrows his eyes, “Think I deserve to get a slap in, too, Stevie.”
“Fuck that,” Steve spits, eyes wide with genuine fear that makes you want to giggle, “You do know how to throw a punch. If I’m letting you get a free one in, I deserve twenty four hours notice.”
“Then consider this your notice.”
Is this what I had always been missing out on?
You always knew Eddie was playful with everyone, had witnessed how he joked with friends, but you’d never been included. The thought that this was the new normal makes your heart nearly burst. To be on Eddie’s side finally, to be in his good graces properly, makes you feel as if you belong more than any private movie night with Steve or impromptu dinner date with Robin. More than any night out with Nancy. More than any smoke session with Argyle, and more than any literature debate with Jonathan.
It’s as if Eddie was the missing link. You never felt you belonged, because you’d always ached for your rightful spot at his side, not just amongst the group.
The three of you stand in a makeshift circle and every single one of you smiles. Even Steve, through his slipping pout and swollen cheek, is grinning.
Suddenly, it’s not quite as heavy as it once felt.
Everything has changed. Leaving now is not leaving forever.
“I’d pay to see that,” you comment, taking a daring step to bump shoulders with Eddie. His eyes meet yours, his dimples come to life, and suddenly — you’re home, “Think I can get a front row seat to you beating Steve’s ass?”
Steve starts to protest but Eddie only nods eagerly, “I think that can be arranged.”
“I am once again reminding you two that I liked your screaming matches more than whatever this,” his hand flails, motioning to the way you two are standing closer to one another than you are him, “whole teaming-up-against-me bit is.”
“We’re not dating,” you’re reiterating as Eddie laughs out, “Stop being a crybaby.”
You look at one another again. Another foot in the door of your newfound home, another look into your new place to rest your head. It’s as if you’re just now realizing you’ve spent the entire year missing Eddie, even as he was right there in front of you.
“Well, God save us all when you two are finally dating,” Steve mumbles with a shake of his head.
“If-“ Eddie starts to correct, but you stop him.
It’s not an if when it comes to you two dating, you decide. It’s a when.
“I’ll send a gift basket when the day comes,” you snark. The look that Eddie sends you could heal every wound ever left behind, right then and there.
You’re home. When Eddie throws his arm around your shoulders and Steve rolls his eyes at you two (affectionately, even if he’d deny it), you know you’re home.
—
But then, you actually do have to go home.
You try to put it off. The three of you occupy Eddie’s living room for a while, Steve complaining about the way Robin woke him up endlessly throughout the night and how he never did finish that assignment due in his English Literature class. It reminds you that life will continue on; you have to go back to work and school, deal with daily annoyances that should seem bigger than all that’s happened with Eddie tonight, but they don’t. They all seem minuscule now, really.
“Do we still have to send photo proof?” Eddie asks once Steve’s tirade has waned. You’re sat between the two boys, Steve’s body turned almost completely to face the two of you while you and Eddie slowly sink back into the cushions.
You’re sure if Steve knew the activities that had taken place on this couch, he would not be sitting so comfortably. If at all.
Steve sighs at the mention of the bet, “You probably should. Jonathan’s been antsy about it the entire time. Me and Nance tried to cover for you guys, lying about calling and stuff but-“
“Why would you lie?” you inquire, uncurling a bit from your overly comfortable position to stop from falling asleep and actually participate in the conversation.
“Because, unlike the other idiots,” Steve gives a pointed look at you and then Eddie, “We had a hunch about what was going on here. And it’s about time, by the way.”
You think over his words for a second before you look at Eddie with sudden embarrassment, “Have you- Oh my God, have you been telling Nancy what we’ve been doing?”
“What?” Eddie sits up straighter, looking just as panicked, “No. No, absolutely not, I-“
“What have you guys been doing?”
Both of you ignore Steve as Eddie continues on.
“-just spoke to her on the phone once or twice. But I didn’t give her any details. Have you been telling Steve what we did?”
Steve, still being ignored, repeats himself, “What have you guys been doing?”
“Absolutely not,” you scrunch your nose at the thought of being that honest with Steve. You loved him, truly, but not enough to tell him about those kinds of things, “I’d rather sleep in the canals than tell him.”
“What have you guys been doing?”
Eddie’s eyebrows shoot up, and he mockingly stabs himself, “Ouch, sweetheart.”
“Not like that,” you backtrack, but more casually as the worry of Steve and Nancy knowing the truth, “I just meant-“
Eddie interrupts with a hand on your knee and a smile on his face, “I know what you meant. I’m just fucking with you. I feel the same way with Nance.”
“Guys?” Steve grows further impatient, “I- What the fuck did you guys do? Oh my God, is it even safe to sit on this fucking couch right now?”
“You don’t wanna know,” you say.
“No, it isn’t,” Eddie says.
It earns him a slap on his stomach as he leans over in laughter at the way Steve launches out of his seat.
“You guys- No. No fucking way,” Steve brushes at the back of his jeans, as if they’re contaminated, “Nope. No way. You’re just fucking with me, Munson.”
“Am I?”
Another slap lands on Eddie’s shoulder as he laughs harder.
“Steve,” you turn to your friend, trying to smile sweetly, “Sit back down.”
“No.”
“You just said you don’t believe-“
“We should get going,” Steve insists through his blush, “You two should take your final picture and we should get going.”
Eddie finally stops chuckling, leaning back up and against the armrest, his ankle cross in front of your shins as he stretches his legs out and sighs, “God, you should see your face right now, Harrington.”
Steve’s scowl deepens, “It’s not funny. Take the fucking photo so we can go.”
You make no move to dig out your phone, because you know. You know once you take this photo, you’ll be leaving, and this will all be over. Once you step foot back into that hallway, time apart begins. Learning how to navigate this new unknown with Eddie begins. It terrifies you, it saddens you, it exhausts you. You hadn’t been prepared for this part of the night.
Even before the confessions, you hadn’t given much thought to the ending of the twenty four hours. You’d assumed it would end in bloodshed and a larger than life fight, probably before the clock even ran out. You’d never assumed it could end in laughing, inside jokes between you and Eddie, in something not only bitter but also sweet.
“Phone, sweetheart,” Eddie whispers as he leans forward and holds out his hand with the palm up, “Before we traumatize the poor guy any further.”
“I will wait in the car, I swear to God-“ Steve starts to protest as you finally dig your phone out of your pocket.
You’re looking down, unable to meet Eddie’s gaze in fear of him picking up on your faint sadness, as you mumble, “Get your panties out of their twist, Steve. Jesus.”
Eddie snorts at that, right as you pass your phone over.
Steve doesn’t comment when you willingly tell Eddie the code to unlock your phone, or the way you let him hold it rather than you. He doesn’t comment on the arm that Eddie seems to constantly keep around you now.
He’s doing it while he can. Cherishing being able to hold you at any capacity before you leave and the distance begins. The time apart you two agreed upon won’t be for forever, but it still kills a buried part of him that had just begun to sprout roots again. A thing made of hope that he planned to tend to this time around.
“So, how do we wanna do this?” he asks in a strained tone, as if asking that question and throttling you two closer to the finish line physically pains him.
You hope it pains him, selfishly, because it pains you. “No idea.”
“We’ve gotta make it a good one.”
“We do.”
Eddie suddenly lights up with an idea as his thumb sweeps across your screen, opening your photos’ app and scrolling up to the first picture you two had taken at the beginning of this night.
“Up for a trip down nostalgia road?” he teases, wiggling his brows as he holds the phone up for you to get a clearer view of the picture.
Eddie, flipping off the camera and scowling. You, hardly smiling with a pathetic thumbs up.
“Yeah,” you breathe out, nodding slowly.
It’s unspoken, what happens next. The camera app is opened and Eddie returns your phone to your grasp. The two of you resituate to mimic the photo as closely as possible while Steve fiddles with some of the items on Eddie’s entertainment center.
You stretch out your arm, put your thumb up into view, blink away any tears burning the back of your eyes. Eddie’s hand has taken position as well.
You snap the photo before you can think too hard on it.
“Think that’ll be the winner?” Eddie curiously asks as you immediately bring the phone close to your face, swiping to view the snapshot just taken. And when you do, with the refreshed memory of that first photo, your heart physically aches.
Almost an identical image. At a quick glance, it’s the same Eddie and the same you from the first one. But the similarities fade the moment you look closer. Eddie isn’t scowling, not genuinely – those damn dimples are even making an appearance as his eyes were squinted up in a valiant effort to fight off the smile he wears now. And your smile, your smile, is no longer half-assed. It’s something real, something full, something even a bit sad. The same face you wear when saying goodbye to an old friend and trying to hold back any tears until their train has long since left the station. You can almost physically see your vines in this photo wrapping around the two of you, clinging so desperately to avoid any separation. Time apart. You’re regretting suggesting that now.
It’s a cute photo. A photo of two friends, if you could call yourself and Eddie that now.
“All done?” Steve interrupts the moment, both of you and Eddie only staring at the photo. You take a peak at him out of your peripherals, and you can see it written plainly on his face – he’s feeling all the same emotions as you. Something sad, something nostalgic, something reluctant. “Not to rush the process but… I may or may not have a hot date tonight to get ready for.”
Eddie tears his gaze from the photo, “A hot date?”
“A hot date,” Steve nods, a boyish grin gracing his lips, “And I’m picking her up in… t-minus…” he pauses, checking his watch, “Three hours.”
“Smart move. Charm her before I rearrange your face and all.”
Steve throws his head back in a groan, “You two won’t be letting that go any time soon, will you?”
“Nope,” you chime in as you swipe to open up the groupchat, not offering Steve a single glance until you’ve sent off the final addition of photo proof to the rest of your friends. You consider adding some sort of sarcastic comment, some well earned bragging and a boisterous told you so, but you don’t.
It doesn’t feel like you’ve won. Leaving this apartment, this battleground, with all the new bruises and healed wounds you’ve acquired over the span of the twenty four hours doesn’t taste like victory. Really, it tastes like… nothing.
There’s no victory, no solid ending for you to cling to. It’s simply ending and there’s still thousands of words you have to say to Eddie. You need more time, another twenty four hours, to fill with every single thing you never told him. More casual confessions of honesty, more hours wasted in his bed, more insignificant bickering to partake in. It’s all on your tongue and desperate for attention, and yet, you know you can’t succumb to it.
You have to go. It’s the last thing you want to do, but you have to.
Steve checks his phone when it buzzes with the notification of your message you sent and opens his mouth, no doubt about to comment on your lack of words with the message, but you’re already standing. It’s like ripping off a bandaid. You need to get it over with, get out of this apartment before you decide you’d rather sink right into these couch cushions and decay just to ensure you never have to really leave.
Eddie’s quick to follow.
“Let’s go,” you say to Steve, grabbing up your bag, not looking at Eddie at the risk of losing all composure.
Neither boy fights you, following you right up to the front door. Steve leads, opening it back up as reality slams you in the chest. As if there’s an invisible barrier here, and you know that in crossing it, you’ll be leaving a piece of yourself behind in apartment 2C.
Leaving now is not leaving forever.
But it sure does feel like it.
Steve awkwardly looks over your shoulder at Eddie, some silent communication you only see his half of as he shrugs and does a timid wave, turning to leave.
One foot hangs midair, your toes beginning to push through that barrier, when Eddie grabs you.
“Hey,” he breathes as he wraps his fingers around your bicep, forcing you to turn to face him. You let him, your body moving to his accord but your eyes still not meeting his, “You good?”
You take a deep breath in through your nose, “Me? Yeah. Yeah, I’m great. I’m… I’m good.”
“Are you sure?”
“Positive?”
“Will you look at me, then?”
Reluctantly, so very reluctantly, your eyes meet his. Big, brown doe eyes. This close to them, you can see the way they shine to match yours. You both probably look insane to Steve right now, but you don’t care. Between the sleep deprivation and all the emotions you’ve had to experience over the last day, the tears are well earned.
You almost reach out and kiss him. You almost press up onto your toes and put your lips on his, almost pour every emotion you’re feeling in the moment into a far from innocent peck.
But you don’t.
“We did it,” you croak blandly, “We won the bet.”
As if the Universe is screaming in agreement, you can hear a chime in the distance signifying the hour. Probably the church you recall passing in the middle of the night when the two of you had ventured off to the parking garage. It almost feels as if it’s mocking you.
“We did it,” he echoes as his grip on your bicep loosens. You expect him to let it fall back to his side, nearly begging out loud for him to retract his touch from you so you don’t do something stupid like stay.
You swallow down thick emotions, just like molasses, “I guess I’ll see you around, yeah?”
Time. You two needed time apart.
“Yeah,” he sighs, as he does the one thing you had somehow hoped he wouldn’t yet yearned for ardently – the hand that had wrapped around your arm now cups your cheek, thumb stroking your skin so softly, you nearly melt in his doorway, “I’ll see you around, sweetheart.”
It doesn’t taste like victory, yet it doesn’t taste quite like loss. It’s bittersweet.
You still don’t kiss him. And he doesn’t kiss you, even as his touch against your cheek lingers so heavily before he pulls away.
You cross the barrier and find you were right. You feel that piece of you tear off and flutter to the ground, and you begin to wonder when you’ll have the chance to come back and reclaim not just it, but Eddie.
—
Steve didn’t speak much on the drive back to your dorm, and you’re sort of grateful.
If you were a good friend, you’d ask more about his date. You’d get him giddy as he spills the details about this girl and his plans for the night, chastise and tease him all in good fun. You’d be smiling and making plans for coffee tomorrow morning so he could tell you all about how the date went.
But you’re not a good friend.
You sit in your silence the entire drive, and you pick at your nails, and you selfishly stay focused on Eddie. On all of your own qualms and all your own issues, worrying about what comes next and already feeling your chest tighten the moment you start to think about when see you around will come.
The two of you never discussed that, did you? There was no discussion of just how much time was needed apart.
Steve shifts the car into park in the west lot, right outside your building, “Alright, stop making your cuticles bleed for two seconds and tell me what’s wrong.”
Your hands pause exactly as he requests, caught red-handed. “Nothing’s wrong.”
“Something’s obviously wrong. I told you to go get him – and yet, he’s still not your boyfriend.”
“It’s complicated,” your voice finally breaks. There’s no tears this time, just confusion and desperation clawing at your throat.
Because, was it complicated? Was it really?
The last year was what had been complicated. All the pretending and the fights and the tension. All the false beliefs and all the lies overlapping with one another. That was complicated. But this? The feelings you harbored and finally acknowledged for the boy you just left behind?
That wasn’t really complicated.
And Steve knows this, you can hear it in his sigh, “I think that’s the issue.”
“What?” you turn your head towards him, scrunch your brows, even your breathing and try to shoo away the image of Eddie’s wet eyes.
You wish you would have kissed him.
“Look, i just think you two keep making things complicated when they should be simple-”
You didn’t want to hear it. Childish as it might be, you do not want to have to hear this speech. Because you know Steve’s right.
“I’ll see you later, Steve.”
“Wait-”
You don’t wait. You slam the door in his face once you’ve got your footing outside of his car, truly earning your title of bad friend.
Awful. You weren’t just a bad friend, you were an awful friend.
And yet you can’t think on it, leaving it be until you had the time to properly dwell on how you’d apologize later. All you care about now is getting inside your dorm, moping and being miserable on your own. Your strides are longer and faster than they were even when you’d backtracked to Eddie’s apartment, determined to get behind closed doors and to properly mourn all that had been gained and all that had been lost in the last twenty four hours.
Twenty four hours ago, you were reluctant to even step foot in Eddie’s apartment. And now, it’s the only place you really want to be.
Luck refuses to be on your side as you slam into your dorm room, sweaty and tired and just fucking emotional, only to find your roommate there. There will be no dramatic crying, no cinematic scene with your back pressed to the door as you fight back sobs, it seems.
“You look rough,” is all she notes, sparing you a second glance before she returns to whatever she was tasking on at her desk. Her makeup, you think.
Good. Maybe she’ll be heading out, leaving you to suffer alone like you wanted.
“Yeah,” is all you can answer her as the door clicks shut behind you.
Rough’s a good way to put it.
“Think you’ll be here tonight?” she asks, still distracted, “Troy and I are hanging out today – he spent the night here last night, by the way – and if you’re gone again, I was thinking about inviting him back over. Only if you’re cool with it, or already have plans, though. Our RA has this final and I didn’t even have to sneak him in last night-”
She continues on her rambles, never looking your way as you drop your bag onto your bed, and quickly lift yourself to lay right next to it.
Normal. You were having to go back to fucking normal. Your worries were no longer revolving around Eddie or making it through the next hour, no longer preoccupied with keeping your friends up to date in order to ensure a payout of five hundred dollars – now, you just had to worry about boys named Troy and possible room checks by your RA. Finals to be taken, essays to be finished, shifts to be covered at the diner so you’d have enough cash to go out with your friends next weekend.
You should be relieved. But it all just feels impossibly heavy.
Your roommate catches on quickly, and when you only reply to let her know you’ll be here tonight, she stops talking. She focuses on finishing her makeup and gathering her things, hardly even offering you a goodbye as you shift to curl up more comfortably in the center of your mattress.
You should also know better than what you decide to do next. You can’t help it, though, as you tug your phone out of your pocket and unlock it. You don’t listen to the voice inside your head that screams stop as you click on your photos’ app. Ignore the animal inside that whines as you scroll, and you click on the very first photo of you and Eddie.
It’s painful, but you have nothing better to do in your solitude. You don’t linger on the first photo too long, still being fresh in your mind, before quickly swiping along.
The set of matching photos you and Eddie took of one another, black and white socks covering touching toes visible in each one. You nearly laugh at the Darth Vader figurine both of you took turns holding. You nearly cry when you realize you were, in fact, smiling in your photo. A small one, a forced one, but there nonetheless.
The selfie from the bar, your amaretto sour and Eddie’s whiskey & coke lifted towards the camera. The way both of you had tried to look annoyed, over exaggerated and furrowed brows paired with pouting lips. Your thumb swipes subconsciously over the photo for a second too long, and you’re startled when you realized it was a live photo. The moment after the photo was taken, Eddie’s eyes had moved to look at you. And in that live photo, you watched every ounce of annoyance evaporate. Leaving behind something you recognized now. Leaving behind eyes sparkling with a brief glimpse of adoration.
There’s something else you better recognize now in the next photo. The picture you’d taken when Eddie had locked himself into his room, only opening up long enough to insist you took the photo, the one that guaranteed you your money. You had been right – there was a flood of regret on his face. You hadn’t imagined it. But you had also been wrong; he was never looking at your own rotted vines and mourning them; he was looking at his own, tethered and shredded, regretting that he had ever taken an axe to them. You don’t press down to see this live photo. You don’t want to witness that door slamming in your face again.
The two photos taken in his bed. The one in which both your faces are scrunched from the flash, in which you can see the physical wall between you two. And the one in the dark, where you both wear tired smiles, unaware of the night to come.
The photo on the bike, a helmet mostly covering your blushing cheeks, but not Eddie’s.
The photo from the parking garage, meant just for you two.
The photos from Betty’s. You don’t linger on the one of you; you do linger on the one of him.
Each swipe only makes your heart ache more viciously, painful and sharp reminders of the night you had had. You don’t have to press down on another single photo to witness the live outplay of it – each memory is running through your mind in real time as you retrace your steps of the night. Twenty four hours, twenty four steps. With each photo, you watch yourself grow more relaxed, watch smiles come easier without your awareness and finally pinpoint all the care Eddie had been looking at you with the entire time.
You notice the lack of photos from the last few hours. You nearly scorn yourself for it, but there had been no time. There was no time for memories frozen in time amongst all that hard honesty and those sacrilegious revelations.
Except there was one more moment in time frozen for you. You’re quick to exit the photo app finally, leaving behind that picture of Eddie with full cheeks only to open up your text messages.
Your text thread with him. Filled to the brim with bad pastry jokes and underlying need. You remember that urgent want to comfort him, to remind him he was enough. To erase all the hurt and all the old scars caused by a life from before your time with him you still hadn’t become fully privy to.
You’re still rereading the last message, bet you wouldn’t say that to my face, when suddenly a new message appears.
EDDIE: Make it home okay?
Space and time. They are the last things you want, that you need from him right now.
YOU: yep. my roommate just left.
EDDIE: Is your dorm bed as comfortable as you remember?
YOU: like sleeping on a cloud.
You wish you were still in his bed. You wish you were back at the beginning, with him rather than all alone.
EDDIE: Oh shit, you’re trying to sleep? Sorry
EDDIE: I’ll stop bothering you and leave you to it. Sweet dreams.
No, you nearly scream at your phone screen, come back and bother me. Bother me for the rest of my days for all I care.
You’d never sleep another wink if it meant having him. You remember what you told him about starting over, starting fresh. And maybe taking a much needed nap would offer that. Maybe sleeping for more than thirty minutes at a time would be the smart choice, letting you awake with a clearer mind and better intentions.
But you don’t want that. The animal inside still clings to all that has happened.
Something about that makes you brave.
YOU: i never said that, and you’re not bothering me.
EDDIE: Didn’t you say you wanted a nap earlier?
YOU: that was earlier. i’m wide awake now.
An internal battle continues to take place. Your mind whispers liar, knowing damn well that if you put down the phone and turned your cheek to bury into your pillow, you’d be out like a light within seconds.
EDDIE: Ah. I see.
You fiddle with your thumbs for a second, stomach churning as you try to come up with a response to keep the conversation going. Technically, when you had said the two of you needed time apart after all that had happened, it should have meant interactions like this as well. Texting each other was not offering each other space.
But he’d started it. That was on him.
YOU: do you remember what i said about space? and starting over?
EDDIE: I do. I’m not very good with giving you space, it seems.
YOU: well, considering you’re on the other side of town, i’d say we’ve got the physical sense of space down.
There’s a pause in his replies that causes you to sit up. A falter. You curse him for not having a smartphone as well, for not having the privilege of being notified whether he was just taking his time typing or if he had put the phone down. You really hoped it was the former, practically wished upon every star that that was what was happening. You hoped he was glued to his phone as you were yours.
Maybe he still had that photo he’d taken a few hours ago, the one you swore you’d heard him take as you dozed off. Maybe he was still staring at it like you had done with all of your photos.
EDDIE: About that…
You stare at the message, the hidden meaning behind it completely lost on you.
YOU: About what?
EDDIE: I’m not home right now.
Your heart clenches.
YOU: You’re not?
EDDIE: I’m not.
YOU: Eddie, where the hell are you right now?
Your mind reels with all the possible choices. He could be at the bar, at the parking garage, at Nancy’s place. He could be anywhere.
But then he only sends a picture in response, and you know where he is.
You nearly topple into three other students from how you sprint down the hallway. You don’t even grab your key to your dorm room, skipping the elevators and nearly throwing yourself down the few flights of stairs in haste. You don’t care how your lungs cry out, you don’t care how your thighs burn, you don’t care how your shoulder aches from how roughly you slam open that front door of the building. You don’t care about the strange looks you get on your way out. You don’t care about the odd angle you twisted your ankle in on that last step.
The only thing you care about is the boy standing there, helmet off and balanced on the seat of his parked motorcycle that he leans on, arms crossed as his eyes light up at the erratic sight of you.
You don’t even check for any traffic in the parking lot as you make your way to him.
“I’m sorry,” he calls out once you’re close enough to hear him, “I know we said give it time and shit, but you left, and I just-”
He doesn’t get the chance to finish his sentence.
When you make it to Eddie, you’re in no business to carry anymore regret with you. This time, you don’t just yearn to kiss him, to wrap your arms around him, to pour out all those emotions you were feeling across tongues.
You do it. You kiss him, uncaring for all the stares of fellow students. He nearly falls backwards into his bike from the force of you colliding against him, but he’s quick to catch himself as his hands find your waist.
“You-” you pull back, gasping a bit to start to scold him before his lips follow and interrupt you, “Fucking-” Push and pull. You retreat, and he follows, “Idiot.”
His hands squeeze around you, tugging you a stumbling step closer so that your chests are flushed against one another.
“I am,” he mumbles against your lip, the tip of his nose grazing over your cheek as he refuses to let anymore distance be put between the two of you, “I am a fucking idiot. I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing.”
His hands cradle your face and he kisses you this time, reaffirming that he felt everything you had. All those words you hadn’t said, all his own admissions he’d withheld, spill between clashing teeth and eager lips. He takes your breath away, shamelessly, greedily. And you let him. You offer all the air that’s left in your lungs up to him on a silver platter.
When the two of you finally pull apart, eyes opening wide and foreheads pressing tightly to one another, he’s grinning like a fool.
“So, I had a better idea than time apart,” he murmurs, “What if we just… start over?”
“Start over?” you question wearily.
He nods, “Yeah. Just… Just pretend this last year and all our bullshit didn’t happen. Start fresh. Let me not be a massive dick this time.”
His hands drop from your face as he takes a step back, taking you in fully. You want to shy under his gaze, but instead you can only melt. His fondness is a warmth like no other, capturing you by the crown of your head and pouring down over you in waves.
“Okay,” you finally agree, feeling your own cheeks spread and ache in a lovesick smile. Coming home, that’s what this felt like. “Okay, we can start over.”
“Great,” the homecoming warmth only spreads as he straightens up his posture. A very serious look overcomes his face, laced with determination for a brief second until he relaxes it into a friendly smile, doleful eyes meeting yours as every single flower he had ever planted in your chest blooms like a spring morning. He sticks his hand out, nearly making you snort, “Hi, I’m Eddie.”
You can’t help it. His front door is open, a warm glow within welcoming you.
You ignore his hand entirely as you impulsively reach up and interlock your fingers at the nape of his neck, tugging him into you for another kiss.
He pulls back far too soon for your liking, but his hands have also found their spot against the small of your back, “Do you greet all the new strangers you meet like this?”
You roll your eyes, “Shut up.”
He pulls you back in for a chaste peck, and it tastes like home.
“I like you,” you whisper into the limited space between the two of you, “I mean it. I like you so fucking much, Edward Munson.”
He grins, cracking your chest wide open with hope, “The feeling’s mutual.”
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cherry pie → Vinnie Hacker x best friend!female!reader
summary: in which Vinnie risks it all whilst baking a cherry pie on stream
warnings: friends to lovers trope, Vinnie being insecure, few swear words. fluff ofc :)))
a/n: stopped writing because I got no engagement with my writing, no reblogs or comments, something that creators on this platform thrives on. This is not Instagram, you can’t spam like a creators posts and think that it’ll do anything, because honestly it’s all discouraging. with that in mind, i will block spam liking because it does nothing.
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You loved Vinnie, ever since you two met it was love at first sight. You both were shy in nature, but the moment you were introduced you were so sure you’ve met someone from your past life. The conversation between you two came easily, no awkwardness, just a melody each time your eyes met.
Vinnie was special, his hand grasping yours so he wouldn’t lose you in the crowd. Always keeping a napkin in his pocket since you always seemed to spill something. He often found himself comparing you to the sun, but quickly realized that not even the big star above his head came close in comparison to you. Vinnie loved you too.
Both of you kept silent, choked laughs and glances to one’s direction when the other wasn’t looking.
It was clear to everyone else, the love of which was growing everyday keeping you both prisoners in its grasp.
Vinnie was convinced he’d die if he never admitted it, his chest tightening as his heart grew and doubled its beats when you were around. But he was terrified of losing you if he spoke the truth, so he hid, despite his world crumbling every time another content creator asked for your number, which you always declined with a reserved smile, the smile you promised Vinnie was his.
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Vinnie wanted to do something different for his upcoming stream that weekend. Instead of playing the usual games he wanted to bake a cherry pie with you, and you immediately agreed before the tattooed blonde finished his sentence. So there you were, flour coating your cheeks and clothes after Vinnie decided to throw some at you.
The whole kitchen was a mess, eggs and crushed cherries staining cupboards and clothes. Vinnie’s eyes were on you whilst you spoke to the viewers. You were a mess, but you looked so fucking beautiful with that smile that Vinnie would die for. He scolded himself when his thoughts crafted a world in which you stood before him, dressed in white and his ring on your finger. It stung, so deeply that he had to take a deep breath to come back to reality, the reality where you were only his friend and nothing more.
He remembered Noah telling Vinnie how he was his own worst enemy, and now he wholeheartedly agreed as he watched you in this perfect light, a beckoning for him to tell you his deepest secrets, but yet his tongue remained still and a bitter feeling grew in his stomach as he continued to watch you.
You were his opposite. Vinnie bore a dark cloud over his head, sometimes it’d rain or thunder, but now it was merely there, darkening his thoughts while you radiated sunshine and warmth. He stood no chance.
You gave the blonde a soft tap on his inked arm to bring him back from wherever his mind traveled to, something you were used to see happening. “You still with us?” You whispered, a smile on your lips but your eyes held a spark of concern.
To play it cool, the blonde gave you a wink with a cheeky smile, “for you? "Always." He looked back to the monitor so he could read the chat, but every time you let out a laugh his mind wandered to that special place again.
“Honestly, it looks pretty good,” you spoke as you glanced down at the cherry pie. “Why do you sound so surprised?” He laughed, knocking his shoulder softly into yours.
“Vin, have you met us?” He had to agree on that one. “Besides I’m no chef, and you’re always distracted,” because of you, he wanted to interrupt with, but he bit his lip to force the words back down his throat. “And when you’re not; you play around too much.” You continued.
He turned back to the chat with a exaggerated smile and waved his arms around, “you heard it here folks, Y/n and I are no longer friends,” you quickly grabbed his arms with a giddy laugh, “finally!” He stopped and turned to look down at you. “Bullshit, you love me too much.” He looked serious, but the corner of his lips twitching gave it away.
“Yeah, of course I do. Gonna marry you one day.” You mumbled but Vinnie heard it loud and clear. “Don’t say that.” He quipped. His heart was doing painful somersaults in his chest. “I’m serious, don’t joke about that.” He was sweating as he spoke, his voice shaking with each word. His stream had been long forgotten as you stood in front of him, eyes staring into his.
“Vinn-“ He didn’t let you finish. He compared it to blacking out as he told you how much pain he was in simply because you existed, and how he didn’t mind the pain because it made him feel alive. He came to when you told him how important he was to you too. “I can’t lose you Vin, I’m so scared that I’ll-“ he grabbed your face and quickly pulled you into a toe curling, passionate kiss. A kiss that warmed his heart and he could feel the cracks patching together. Your hands gripped his waist as the kiss continued to grow more passionate, and then you quickly pulled back in panic. “The stream!”
“Fuck em’” he smiled and pulled you back in for another breathtaking kiss. He couldn’t help the laughs escaping him as the kiss continued. He never felt like this and he knew that he would do anything to keep you in this life.
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Hii , could you use prompt 105 and 145 for a enemies to lovers fic for Gavi or Pedri,
please and thank youu
Stop That~Pedri Gonzalez
*GIF isn't mine. credits to the owner*
I feel like I haven't wrote for my bf for a long time so here's an enemies to lovers trope with Pepi😙
you can request from my prompt list
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players/drivers i write for
105-"can I ask, what the hell have I ever done that you hate me this much?"
145-"You're so fucking hot when you're mad."
For some reason, y/n and Pedri's first meeting wasn't as quite as good as it should've been. They had a small misunderstanding, which y/n was ready to let go of, until she saw thatPedri didn't want that.
His actions weren't so kind, too rude for the golden boy's reputation. She didn't understand why he hated her so much, but he just did. So she thought instead of always wondering why he disliked her, just hate him back.
She was Ansu's best friend. And Ansu being the social butterfly he is, took her everywhere with him. Everywhere I mean by almost all of his training sessions, matches, team dinners. Literally everywhere. She was always his plus one
"sorry Ansu, but if Pedri is gonna be there I'm not going" she put her hands up while shaking her head
"its just gonna be us and a few of the boys y/n, maybe you and Pedri can solve whatever you have between each other" Ansu begged, trying to convince her
"when I know what's wrong between us I'll try to solve it. If I don't know what's wrong then the problem definitely isn't me" she shrugged, plopping down on her couch
"please y/n? for me? If Pedri does anything we'll leave immediately" Ansu used his secret weapon against her, giving her his big puppy eyes
"oh my god...fine!" she let out a sigh, as Ansu jumped up with a wide smile
"get dressed quickly. I'll be waiting in the car" he said before rushing outside
y/n rolled her eyes but got dressed nevertheless, not wanting to disappoint her best friend
"Ansuuu. I thought you wouldn't come" Pablo said, widening the door for the two best friends
"this one made me late, don't mind us" he gave him a hug before Pablo gave y/n a high five
"oh god...she's here too?"Pedri said as soon as the trio stepped into the room
y/n rolled her eyes with a huff
"its not like I've been looking forward to seeing your stupid face. I'm here for Ansu and the others" she flopped down on the couch, avoiding his glare as his eyes burned into the side of her face
"Uhh guys?" Gavi said, walking from the kitchen to the living room
"what is it now Pablo?" Pedri said chuckling slighty
"I kinda forgot to get the snacks..?" he said in an awkward voice with a nervous laugh
y/n chuckled at him, while Pedri, Ansu, and Ferran were scolding him
"its fine Pab, I'll go buy us some snacks. who's coming with me?" she asked
Pedri stood up with a smirk
"I'll join you, who's driving?" he asked, already walking to the door
y/n and the others were confused at Pedri's actions
"um I'll take Ansu's car" she took the keys from Ansu before he got the chance to complain
Pedri was outside, while y/n was cursing under her breath at his actions. Now they had to be in a car alone, and probably fighting all the time
y/n started driving the car, Pedri sat silently next to her, before she heard him huff
"what is it now?" she asked annoyingly at his action
"speed up a bit, we're not driving my grandma's car" he rolled his eyes causing y/n to repeat his actions
"if the way I drive bothers you I'll gladly drop you of here and you can find your own way to the supermarket" she snapped at him
"oh shut up. I only came here cause I know none of the guys would want to sit with your complaining ass in a car for 15 minutes straight" he crossed his arms over his chest, proud of his words
"can I ask, what the hell have I ever done that you hate me this much?" y/n stopped the car in the middle of the empty highway, turning to look at Pedri with flaming eyes and a red face
"everything you do annoys me and makes me hate you so much. I despise you in a way I can't even describe" he had a smirk on his face, enjoying how angry he's making her
"just tell me what I fucking did!" she yeller, feeling the flames exiting her ears. Her hands were clenched into fists, her nails digging into her palms. He was really testing her patience right now
"You're so fucking hot when you're mad." his smirk widened only, his eyes drifting from her eyes to her lips, before he ran his tongue over his own lips
"stop that! you can't say you hate me and despise me then say I look hot!" she snapped, letting out a breath to control her anger
" I can and I did" he shrugged his shoulders
y/n let out a sigh, and leaned her head against the stirring wheel. She was tired.
"just tell me why you hate me" she mumbled, not removing her head from the steering wheel
Pedri too let out a sigh before he started speaking
"I just hate how you're close with everyone but me. I hate how every other guy in our group seems to have your attention but me. I hate how you seem to realize that everyone is crushing on you but me" he opened up, running his hand over his face
y/n lifted her head to look at him, raising her eyebrows at his confusing confession
"you have a crush on me?" she asked, trying to figure out what was happening
Pedri hummed, avoiding her eyes by staring outside the window
"and you expect me to notice that by the way you've been treating me since we met?" she asked, annoyed that he blamed her for not noticing
"well sorry I don't know how to express my feelings for you so I made myself hate you thinking it was easier" he said sarcastically, making y/n chuckle
"you're such a weirdo" she said, before starting the car again and continuing their drive to the supermarket
"you're gonna say anything?" Pedri furrowed his eyebrows as she was driving silently
"what do you want me to say? I might have feelings for you too but you have to give me sometime to try and forget every shitting thing you've said to me" she said, making a look of guilt wash over Pedri's face
"right...I'm sorry about that. I know some of the things I've said before might have hurt you, but I promise if you give me a chance I'll become a better person" he almost begged. y/n was kinda surprised at his desperation, never expecting him to be this vulnerable
"I promise I'll give you a chance Pedro. but you have to prove that you deserve it" she said, after parking the car on front of the supermarket
Pedri smiled, while she took of her seatbelt, about to get out of the car before Pedri grabbed her wrist. She turned to look at him.
"dinner at 8 tomorrow. I'll pick you up" y/n smiled and nodded her head, before they continued doing what they first came to do
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paring: florence pugh x fem!reader
tag(s): angst-ish, fluff-ish, sfw, best friend's sister kinda trope, enemies to lover (but not so enemies), more like I like you but I act like I don't.
warning(s): grammatical errors, unedited, not proofread. Mentions of cheating, but not really (?)
word count: 2,307
note: I was scared to post this, because it's my first long fic (no that it's too long, but still) but I said fuck it. Also, Raffie is 19, meaning reader is 21. I want to keep on writing this trope for Florence ('best friend's sister'), but let me know your thoughts. Also, I suck at choosing titles so that was the best I could do. Was I listening to Taylor Swift while writing this and that's why Betty is named Betty? Yes, yes I was. I'm not a native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistakes.
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The first thing Florence thought when she met you was: Wow, what an annoying little shit.
You were loud, too loud for her liking. Couldn’t stay still and quiet for more than two minutes. Your whole presence annoyed her entirely. But she couldn’t do anything about it, since it was her little sister’s best friend who she was talking about. She had to learn how to tolerate you. She honestly didn’t understand what Raffie saw in you. In fact, Florence didn’t understand why her whole family liked you as well.
Raffie met you in a pottery class, a class which Florence was pushing her to attend. But once her little sister came back home with you, she regretted ever pushing her so hard to take that stupid class. She even knew that her little sister didn’t like pottery, she just wanted for her to have some fun. She didn’t expect for her to meet you and turn Florence’s world all around. Ever since that class Raffie and you spent every living minute together, whether it was at her house, yours, or somewhere else messing around. Which meant that Florence was also around due to her parents telling her to take care of her little sister. She felt as if you were a parasite in her life, but she was the only one that was suffering the symptoms. And she never seem to get rid of you. You were everywhere, suffocating her. Making every moment of her existence miserable. Or that's what she thought. Everytime she would look your way she would get this sick feeling in her stomach, which could only mean bad things, right?
She was so excited when she moved out of her parents house. Not only would it mean a new experience for her, a new life, but it would also mean not seeing your stupid face ever again. But all that came crashing down the second you walked through her front door, holding hands with some girl she never met before, and her little sister on your other side.
A month. Only a month had passed since she last saw you. She thought you were already in her past, but there you were once again, right in front of her. Her heart started beating faster, a burning feeling in her chest, and she could swear the temperature in the room had risen. But it wasn’t possible, after all winter had just begun. She should be cold, not warm and all sweaty.
You were a trembling mess. You didn’t want to come, you were only doing this for Raffie. You knew Florence hated you. Well, hate is a strong word, but you knew that was how she felt towards you, she made sure plenty of times to let you know that. Always giving you the death stare, or rolling her eyes everytime you said something. How she wouldn’t laugh at your jokes, even though everyone would .How she tried to stay as far away from you as she could. Every little thing she did to you only broke your heart.
At first you tried your best to stay aways from the Pughs, for yours and Florence’s sake. But Raffie would never let you go, and deep down you thanked her, because your life would suck without her in it. Still you always tried your best to stay away from her blonde sister. You didn’t understand why the resentment from her, you didn’t do anything to her, at least anything that you were aware of.
What hurt the most was that you really liked her. Yeah, how stupid of you to develop a crush on the one person that can’t even stand the sight of you. But how could you not? Yeah, she was a cold bitch to you when everyone was around. But from time to time, she would let her guard down and show you her true colors. Of course, that would only last a few minutes, her cold attitude would come back as soon as some else would be around you two. It would happen so fast, you’d think it was just a product of your imagination. Something that your brain would come up with to ease the heartache that she caused.
“Hey, big sis!”
Raffie loved her sister and she loved you as well. And she didn’t understand why two of her favorite people couldn’t get along. Well, she actually knew the reason why. She could feel the tension everytime you two were in the same room. But if she had to be honest, it wasn't just tension, it was sexual tension. She knew it, her parents kinda knew it, god, even her big brother knew it. She just couldn’t figure out how you two didn’t come up with that. It was crystal clear.
She knew you had a thing for her sister, it was written all over your face. She knew you better than yourself. But she also felt sad for you, knowing how her sister treated you. Most of the time Raffie wanted to slap some sense into her big sister. How could someone as smart as her be so clueless towards her own feelings? That’s why she would drag her sister to every adventure you two would have. And that was exactly why you were here, she kinda tricked you into visiting her sister, she knew that was wrong of her, but when you got into her car with Betty trailing behind you, she didn’t feel one bit of remorse. Raffie didn’t like Betty, she knew you were only with her to try to forget about Florence, although you would never admit that to her, and she could tell that it was working but she couldn’t have that.
“Hey, you. What are you guys doing here?” Florence tried her best to hide her accusatory tone. She loved when her sister visited her, that’s the reason she gave her a spare key to her house, but she didn’t like that she brought you with her and whoever it was that was now holding you from your waist.
She could tell by the firm grip that whoever it was, she and you were close, really close if you let her grab you like that. She felt her stomach clench once she noticed you wouldn’t do anything to get her hands off of you. She really wasn’t in the mood for this right now.
“I just thought of stopping by and trying to convince you to hang out with us,” Raffie trailed off, looking at how her sister's eyes were fixed on the person next to you. “Oh, how silly of me. Um, this is Betty, Y/n’s… um…” Last thing you told Raffie about Betty was that you were still figuring things out between the two of you. So what were you two exactly? She didn’t want to say that Betty was your friend, because she wasn’t. But she didn’t feel like saying girlfriend either.
“Girlfriend”. You finished for her. Hearing you said it outloud made you feel even worse. Yeah, Betty was a sweet girl, she cared for you deeply. And so did you, but not in a romantic way, like she did. You didn’t know what came over you to say that. You actually didn’t mean to say it, but deep down you wanted to see Florence’s reaction to your news. Would she like this? Would she mind? Would she not like this? You couldn’t tell what the fuck was going on through her mind. She just smiled at Betty and introduced herself.
“So, what do you say Flo? Please come with us, we will have so much fun.” You knew what Raffie was doing, she was giving her sister the puppy eyes look, so she couldn't say no. You cursed your best friend, this was not what you had in mind when Raffie let you know that she was picking you up. You were begging to the universe that Florence would say no. You didn’t want to be there anymore. The tension was suffocating you, you weren’t sure if you could take a few more minutes of this, let alone hours.
Florence could tell that you were uncomfortable. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her, or this whole situation. She knew how to read your body language, she used to spend hours analyzing you, or so she told herself, convinced that she wasn’t staring at you. Making sure every reaction stayed engraved in her mind. She didn’t know why she did that. Everytime she would look your way this burning feeling would come into her stomach, her hands would start to sweat and her heart would not work properly. It would only stop once she looked away from you, but she didn’t want to. Deep down she enjoyed that burning feeling, and wanted more of it. So just for enjoyment she agreed to come with all of you.
The drive to the new restaurant Raffie wanted to go wasn’t that bad. Yeah, the tension was still there, but Florence was too focused on telling her sister what she had been doing for the past month, and Betty was a nice distraction. She was whispering in your ear, as if telling you her biggest secrets. When in reality it was just the last movie she watched with her siblings. Which you found quite sweet, but you weren’t really paying attention to her. You tried your best to listen to her, but your hearing would only focus on Florence’s sweet raspy voice. God, you missed that voice.
Once you all got there, Florence said: “You guys go ahead and get us a table, I need to talk to Y/n for a second.” It took you by surprise, there weren’t many times where Florence herself asked you to be alone with you.
You looked at your best friend, confusion written all over your face, what the hell did she want? To be honest, you were scared, if she wanted to talk to you alone, it didn’t mean anything good. Still, you nodded to Raffie, telling her that you would be okay.
Florence waited until Betty and Raffie were inside, giving her a few seconds to order her thoughts. Now, what? She didn’t know exactly what she was doing, she wasn’t thinking, she was just doing. You always had that power over her, unbeknownst to you. You made a mess out of her. Florence didn’t like how her whole body reacted to you, especially when it was just the two of you.
“What do you want?” You couldn’t take the silence any longer.
“I, um, what’s with this Betty? She wasn’t in the picture when I moved out.”
“Yeah, well, you tend to miss out on things once you move out. What's your deal?”. The last part came out harsher from your mouth than you thought it would. You didn’t want to be mean to her, but you didn’t know what all of this was about. You were just being defensive.
“I just don’t think she’s good for you.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“I said, I don’t think she’s good for you.”
“And how would you know that, huh?”
“Because I know you.” You weren’t expecting her to say that. “I know that you didn’t want to come here. I know you only put up with me because of Raffie, because you love her. I know that you’re not sure about Betty, Raffie confirmed my suspicions.” You didn't know when your best friend gave you away but you were going to have a word with her. “I know that you’re uncomfortable right now because you’re doing that thing with your lip.” You stopped sucking at your bottom lip. “I know what’s good for you, and I know Betty isn’t. I know I can be mean towards you, but it just, ah, fuck…” She trailed off.
“Is just what?”
“See you're doing it right now.”
“I’m not doing anything, Flor–”
“Oh, but you are. You, you make my stomach burn, and my hands start to sweat, and I keep on losing my train of thought just looking at you. Just please, make it stop. I don’t wanna feel this any–.” Without thinking, you cut her off, smashing your lips against hers.
You were freaking out on the inside, what if she didn’t like this? What if this wasn’t what she was implying? What if she pushed you away? What if she got mad at you, and then Raffie would get mad at you?
But all your worries flew away as soon as you felt her relax under your touch. So, that was it. That was what you both were seeking. All those stupid little arguments. All those death glares were so worth it if it all meant that it would lead you both to this moment. It was everything you ever dreamed of, she was everything you ever dreamed of.
Her lips were soft against yours, they fitted perfectly, as if they were only meant to kiss your lips and your lips only. She tasted mint and cigarettes. You knew she smoked from time to time, and although you didn’t smoke, her smoker's breath became your favorite thing.
You couldn’t get enough of her. Your hands were on her waist, making sure she wouldn’t run away from you anymore. She bit your bottom lip, a soft moan coming out of your mouth, followed by her chuckling. As you both moved apart from each other to breathe, you both had a smile plastered on your faces.
“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this moment.” You pecked her lips one more time.
“Oh, I think I do.” She smiled at you, wrapping her arms around you, kissing you again.
What the fuck were you going to tell Betty?
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What are your top five xianxia cdramas? And, on the other end, what are your top five historical kdramas (any time period - I'm not well versed in this to know the various types names yet xD)? Oh, and lastly, your top five drama recs that are the most (generally) underrated? Thanks!
nice!
TOP FIVE XIANXIA (& I'M ALSO GONNA INCLUDE XUANHUAN)
love and redemption. girl meets boy. boy's part of a cursed theatre troupe and part of masochism tango of reincarnation with girl that lasts 10 life times. girl is actually kind of the god of war. crack, gender reversal, gender fuckery at large, feminist and queer friendly. incredible OST. just all-around one of my favorite dramas ever.
lost you forever (part 1). a xuanhuan vs. xianxia, but im not passionate enough about 5 xianxia for this list lol. another drama with gender fuckery. a fantastic FL and beautiful relationship building (and unbuilding) and character-driven story. dont even need the second part for this to be a favorite!!
love between fairy and devil. all those tropes you fucking loved when you were like 13 on ff.net given a lot of heart and near-perfect execution (aside from that ending). awesome characters, beautiful costumes and art direction. super addicting and bingeable
the legends. bai lu playing a powerhungry demoness and acquiring a dysfunctional harem in the process. xu kai looking like a sad blue-haired puppy. a monk that creates an entire demon because he has 1 boner. sismance. i had a lot of fun with this one and pointedly did not watch the last 5 or so eps lol
till the end of the moon. there's parts i genuinely hate and would not watch ever again. there's parts that are fucking incredible. sort of like the main couple, i have a love/hate relationship with this drama but when it hits it really hits
honorable mention: eternal love/10 miles of peach blossoms (xianxia fuckery at its finest weighed down somewhat by tedious side plots and one of the most infuriating 2nd FLs of all time)
TOP FIVE HISTORICAL KDRAMAS
gaksital/bridal mask. set in the 1930s. inverse character arcs between the hero and villain. dysfunctional romance amped up to the nth level. high stakes, high consequences, and a cast full of well-developed and written characters. bring tissues
empress ki. girl crushing and girl bossing her way through two kingdoms, one of the best FLs of all time. with her is a besotted baby enemy emperor and a Noble Good besotted powerless king as she goes from slave to smuggler to concubine to empress. chef's kiss
the princess' man. you want feral wrecks for your male leads? female leads ready to throw down in a parking lot? if you like lovers to enemy (?) lovers and star-crossed romances this one is a must
the king loves. this one's also on my underrated list. the first 4ish eps are a chore, but if you get past them you have the love triangle to end all love triangles, interesting palace politics with a fascinating "evil" empress, and im siwan getting to go a lil unhinged as a treat. it's the definition of an idol drama but gd did i love this and i binged the hell out of it no regrets
mr sunshine. le cinema!!! an interesting time in history (1870s-1880s) with a wide range of flawed but compelling characters centered around one of the most badass FLs of all time. winner of the #1 second lead syndrome contest for me with dong mae. only downfall to this one is i felt negative chemistry with the endgame ship but the show is good enough without it
honorable mention: chicago typewriter isnt on this list because it's only kind of half a historical drama BUT OMG WATCH IT. it's in my top 3 kdrama and while it has a slow build once it kicks off it fucking goes off
TOP FIVE UNDERRATED DRAMAS
the king loves as mentioned above. i think why it has a lower rating is the first handful of eps are kind of a snoozefest and there's a bit of an upset with the romance (which i was 900% for). but it's a fucking fun ride and full of awesome goryeo palace drama adventures
kairos. not underrated, since it has decent scores on reviewer sites, but underhyped? not enough people have seen this one and it's an incredible time-travel thriller that i found way more interesting than other popular dramas of its type like signal
cheese in the trap. the ending's a hot mess, but compared to how some 2020-onward dramas are ending it's poetry. a solid adaptation of a really great webtoon, awesome cinematography, and one of the few dramas ive seen that actually capture the campus/college life experience right
discovery of romance. the emotional cheating element causes a lot of folks to hate it/jump ship, but i love this one (and gd BOTH the fl and ml emotionally cheat ftr he's not innocent in this hot mess). jung yumi + eric mun are one of my favorite kdrama duos and they kill it, and kim seulgi plays an incredible second female lead
when a man falls in love. man people HATED this one but i think it's a blast when you're in the mood for mess + gangsters. if you're into watching fucked up romances with severe power imbalances and the dysfunction that follows, this one's for you. it's not perfect but definitely not deserving of its 6.8 MDL rating (gd!)
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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💖
Hello love, thank you so much for sending this!!
First up is a story I wrote not too long ago "Mercy Mercy Please (The Monster in Me)" which is a Theo x Liam Teen Wolf fic that is an enemies to hate fuckers to lovers story with 20k words of dirty, nasty, kinky dub-con hate fucking lol I love this one so much because I haven't written this dynamic before and these two are just PERFECT for it.
Next up is "Prussian Blue" which is a Clark x Bruce superbat story in which Bruce gets irradiated to lethal levels and Clark frantically tries to find a way to stop him from dying, while also being forced to confront the depths of his feelings for Bruce. I love this one because it's angsty (big surprise LOL), but also because of the relationships I built between Clark and Alfred, and Clark and Bruce--I think they're well characterized and engaging. Plus I did a SHIT TON of research into the acute effects of radiation sickness and the treatments for it, which is where the title comes from--Prussian Blue is a pretty standard treatment for radiation poisoning!
My next one I'll talk about is hands down my favorite thing I've written in the last few years because it's so unbearably tender. "Ribs Cracked Open, A Home Made Within" is a Geralt x Jaskier story that came about because I had this idea that with his extra mutagens, Geralt would probably be hypersensitive to the point of pain, and wondered what that would look like within canon. I also really wanted Geralt to be handled with care and affection and tenderness because we never really see that in canon, and when someone is so hurt by the world and so self loathing, I desperately crave stories where they get to be treated tenderly.
Next is "Handful of Aces, Pocketful of Nines" which is a Holden x Bill Mindhunter story that came about after a rewatch while I was high and had my brain go galaxy mode and see them as a ship 😂This story follows canon and is filled to the brim with yearning, internalized homophobia, and so much angst it'll break your heart! I love this one because it's got so many tropes that I adore, and I think is a very compelling story of two people who don't know how to love each other, but also don't know how not to love each other.
Finally, is "Unbroken" which I consider to be my Steve x Tony magnum opus lol This story is my baby--I spent two years writing it, during which time I was in grad school, working full time, doing an internship and trying to get homework done. It's angsty and full of pining, hurt/comfort, whump, and all the other tasty tropes that I adore. It's a complicated story about a complicated relationship--Steve is found in the ice during Tony's childhood and comes to live with the Starks where he serves as a friend and protector for Tony. Tony loves him, and when life intervenes, they're married to protect Tony from being given to Obie--but that doesn't mean things get any easier. I do honestly think that this is the best thing for stony that I ever have and ever will write, and I hope more folks give it a shot despite that underage tag lol
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You’re So Annoying - Stilinski Twins (Smut)
Author: @stilinskiparker
Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader (platonic), Mitch Stilinski x Reader
Word Count: 7,311
Warnings: fluff, angst
Tropes/AU’s: Best Friends to Lovers | Fake Dating | Soulmate AU |Established Relationship | Break Up ; Back Together | Enemies to Lovers | if you can think of any more, let me know!
Smut: no | yes; (i added it to my own accord) sort of dom!mitch, m+f, protected, oral (f receiving)
Requested: Yes! It turned smutty, but I hope it meets your expectations, and I apologize once again for spending forever on this, anon friend!
A/N: Hi, friends! This is my first attempt at writing Stilinski Twins, so I hope you like this! Mitch’s attitudes are based off him in the movie; soft!mitch and hardass!mitch. The tattoos are ones I want and one I have (the puzzle piece), so that part is more so for me… BUT! If you like this, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊
“Urrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgh! I’ve never met someone so infuriating in my entire life!” you said, plopping down onto the bed.
Your best friend chuckled, looking up for a moment from his homework. “Do I know to whom you’re referring?”
Scoffing, you sat up, resting on your elbow and said, “You should. They’re your brother.”
Hanging his head, Stiles said, “Oh, no. Not this shit again.”
“Yes, this shit again!” you exclaimed. “I went to fucking walk in the damn door–”
“Did you at least knock?”
With your mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water, you looked at your best friend like he was crazy. “Wha–yes!”
He turned to look at you through his lashes, an unamused look on his face. “Y/N.”
Sighing exasperatedly, you plopped back down on Stiles’ bed, looking up at the ceiling. “What’s the point in having a key if I have to knock every time I come over?”
Chuckling quietly, Stiles shook his head, going back to his work. “So, what happened?”
“So, I opened the door, right, as one does, and I’m looking down ‘cause that’s what I do, and when I looked up, all I saw was fucking abs!” You sat up quickly, looking at the back of your best friend's head. “Abs, Stiles!”
“So, he was shirtless?”
“No! Because when I looked down, I saw his fucking dick!”
The bedroom door swung open then, Stiles’ twin brother, Mitch, walking into the room. “I was not naked!”
“I fucking knew it!” you exclaimed. “I knew you were listening.”
“It’s hard not to,” Mitch said. “You’re kinda fucking loud when you’re telling stories. Oh, by the way. How’d the other night go with that guy?”
Stiles turned around at that, looking between his brother and you, seeing tears building up in your eyes. Looking back at his brother, Stiles hissed, “Mitchell!”
Getting up off the bed, you grabbed your bag and walked out of the bedroom, saying to Mitch, “You’re an asshole,” before walking through their shared apartment and out the front door.
After Stiles heard the door slam shut, he looked at this brother, anger in his eyes. “The fuck, Mitch?”
“She really does talk loud, it’s not my fault.”
“But did you have to bring that guy up?” Stiles asked, looking expectantly at his brother. “What was your goal there?”
“To actually shut her the fuck up,” Mitch said, turning around and walking to his bedroom.
Stiles sat back in his chair, hands in his hair as he muttered to himself, “These two will be the death of me, I swear to fuck.”
~~~
It had been a couple days since you last talked to Stiles, or seen him, which is very odd for the two of you. Normally, the spazzy boy and yourself are joined at the hip! The only time you really ever saw Stiles was during your classes, but never outside of that.
While wiping a tear from your cheek, your phone dinged with a message. You looked at it, slightly chuckling to yourself at the message Stiles sent.
Stiles: I know my brother’s an asshole, but you can’t stay away from ME forever. Lydia’s busy tonight, so why don’t you let me take you out for a friendship dinner? Just you and me.
You sighed to yourself, thinking over your answer before texting him back. Right after the text was sent, you got up off your bed to grab your clothes and towel to take a shower. After some much needed self care, you got dressed in your favorite outfit that you always wore, wearing your hair in beach curls and makeup on lighter side.
You grabbed your purse and stood in front of the mirror by your apartment door.
“Don’t you look snazzy?”
You looked at the redhead standing behind you in the mirror. “I’m going on a date.”
“Oh?” Lydia said. “With who?”
“Your spazz of a boyfriend,” you smiled. “Mitch was an ass the other day, so Stiles is taking me out.”
She looked puzzled, already having plans with the spazz. “I’m so confused.”
“He said you were busy tonight and that– he’s not taking me out is he?” At that, a knock sounded on the door, and since you were standing by the door, you answered it, an unimpressed look on your face.
“What?” the spazz asked.
“You know what,” you said, cocking an eyebrow. “You lied to me.”
“Lyds, you ready?” Stiles asked, looking over your head at his girlfriend.
“Yup,” she answered, shouldering her purse. As she passed you, she said, “Have fun!”
As they briskly walked away, you stared into the eyes of the twin you despised more than anything. You took a couple steps in the hallway, shouting at the couple, “You’re assholes!” Sighing deeply, you looked at Mitch, eyes glaring daggers into his own orbs. “You better have something special planned.”
Smirking, Mitch replied, “Oh, trust me. I do.”
~~~
“This is your something special?” you deadpanned. You looked at him through your lashes, not impressed with what he picked.
“What? You don’t like it?” he said.
You both looked at each other, facial expressions reading very different.
“Mitch,” you said, turning your body towards him, him copying. “You brought me to a tattoo shop!”
“You don’t like tattoos?” he asked, sarcastically.
“Alright, Stiles.”
Humor left his eyes as it was replaced with anger, stepping a little closer to you. “You know I don’t like being called by Stiles’ name.”
You rolled your eyes. “You were being sarcastic, and that’s Stiles’ thing. Listen, can we just… I don’t know, go get something to eat? I’m starving.”
“Look next door,” he said, voice surprisingly soft.
You turned your head, seeing the food place next to the tattoo shop. “Don’t tell me. You planned, while not really planning on–”
“Taking you out to eat since Stiles lied about being the one taking you out.”
You looked at him, eyes soft. “Thanks.”
~~~
“I cannot believe you did that!” you exclaimed, storming into Mitch and Stiles’ shared apartment. “Why the fuck did you do that?!”
“He had it coming,” Mitch shrugged.
“Had it coming? What the fuck gives you the right to talk to someone like that?”
“He was being rude.” Mitch was being nonchalant about the situation. See, on the way back to your apartment complex, a guy that you knew and had a class with stopped you from walking into the building. Granted, he was drunk and he was being rude, but you couldn’t see that because all the guy asked you about was homework for one of your shared classes.
Mitch ended up getting in the guys face and telling him to fuck off or else the next thing he’s gonna be seeing is his fist coming at his face before hospital lights. Mitch then took you back to his apartment, where the argument is commencing.
“Rude? He was asking about homework!”
“He was drunk and trying to feel you up!” Mitch yelled.
When you both walked into the door, neither of you realized that the door was already unlocked. You went to reply to Mitch before you both heard banging followed by a loud moan.
“What the fuck?” you said, looking around the floor, finally realizing there were clothes scattered around, the materials belonging to Stiles and Lydia, who screamed out Stiles’ name. “I’m leaving.”
“Can I come with you?” Mitch asked. You looked at him, anger and rage flooding your own orbs. “Look, I don’t want to hear them fucking like rabbits all night.”
“Where do you normally go?” you asked.
“The Quad, but since the weather is getting colder at night, I really don’t want to be out there.”
Letting out a deep breath, you thought it over for a moment. “I have some Stiles’ pajama pants in one of my drawers. I’m more than sure they’ll fit.”
~~~
When the two of you arrived at your apartment, you never expected to be sitting on opposite ends of the couch with Mitch. Clad in pajamas, you both were snacking on popcorn while watching a movie.
“So, they’re not fucking?”
“Ew, Mitch!”
“What?” he chuckled.
“That’s his mom!”
“Explain it to me again.”
You deeply sighed, pausing the movie. You turned your body towards the man, resting your elbow on the back of the couch. “Lorraine Baines is Marty McFly’s mom! She married George McFly, had David, Linda and then Marty. Right now, in the movie, he’s with his mom– a younger 50s version of his mom.”
He looked at you like he still didn’t understand anything you were saying.
“Just watch! They’re not fucking - ew -, but just watch.” You turned back to facing the television. While your attention was on the movie, Mitch’s attention was on you.
As he looked at you, he started to feel bad about the way he was treating you. It was unfair and he knew it. The only reason why he was acting shitty towards you was because you’d rather hang out with his brother than him.
While that wasn’t true at all, you never told him that. From the moment you two started bickering, you knew that trying to get through to him on anything wasn’t gonna go the way you wanted it to.
You also started to feel bad about the way you were treating him, but the only thing you were doing was matching his energy. You felt as if you couldn’t be civil with him while he was being an ass to you, so you decided to match his energy.
While your eyes were on the screen, your mind was elsewhere, thinking things about Mitch over. For what felt like the thousandth time that night, you sighed, turning your head slightly in Mitch’s direction. “Mitch?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you something, and you promise to be brutally fucking honest with me?”
“Sure.”
“Do you really hate me?” you asked, voice soft. You looked at him, seeing that his eyes were already on you.
Without missing a beat after your eyes locked, he answered, “No. I don’t.”
With your voice a near whisper, you asked, “Then why do you act like you do?”
He looked away from you to his knees, thinking his answer over before taking a breath. “I only acted, or act, that way because… well, because I guess I’m a little jealous.”
“Of what?” you asked, incredulously.
“Your friendship with my brother,” he whispered.
“Why would you be jealous of Stiles?”
Scoffing, he looked back up at you, turning his body towards you, much like how you did earlier in the evening. “Because he always got the girl, got the friends, everyone just gravitated towards him. Me? Everyone steered clear of me. Guess they took one look at me and said, you’re not as funny as Stiles. You have longer hair and facial scruff, that means you don’t value yourself. You don’t–”
“Fuck what everyone else thinks,” you exclaimed, interrupting him. “What they say shouldn’t matter.”
“But it does!”
“Why? Why does it matter? Mitch, you are your own person. You have your own style. So what if your hair is longer? I like longer hair on guys. I take that back, some guys it looks good on - like you! As for your facial scruff – hot damn, it makes you look ten times hotter than Stiles, because let’s face it, Stiles can’t grow facial hair for shit. That stunt you pulled earlier with the tattoo shop? I saw the humor burning in your eyeballs. Let me ask you this; do you shower?”
“Duh, who doesn’t?”
“Do you take care of your oral hygiene?”
“Value it.”
“Do you take time for yourself every once in a while?”
“Kinda.”
“You’re doing all those things, which means you value yourself. Fuck everyone else and their opinions. The only opinion that should matter is mine.”
Mitch was a bit taken aback at your comment. The only opinion that should matter is yours? What does that mean? He decided to voice his question. “What does that mean?”
“From here on out, we’re hanging. That includes, but not limited to; study dates, lunch dates, dinner dates. They’re not actual dates, though. We’d have to actually be dating for that. Feeling bored? Come on over, I’ll get you a spare key. Need someone to walk to classes with? I’m your girl. Someone has something to say? I’ll tell ‘em off.”
He started chuckling about halfway through your speech before he quieted down. “Oh, you’re serious.”
“As a heart attack.”
He stuck his hand out, but pulled it back once your own got closer. “Don’t shake unless you mean it.”
Dumbfounded, you asked, “Did you just quote Disney to me?”
“Yes. My favorite as a kid was The Emperor’s New Groove. Now, you gonna shake my hand or what?”
Quietly chuckling, you put your hand in his, shaking it in agreement. What struck you as odd was the moment you put your hand in his, what felt like electricity went up your arm, making your hand warm in his. It felt like home.
Mitch cleared his throat, quickly retrieving his hand. “Can we, uhm… can we watch it?”
“The Emperor’s New Groove?”
He nodded his head, feeling ashamed to even be asking to watch a kid’s movie. You smiled, nonetheless and nodded your own head. You took the remote, finding the film on a streaming service. You both started on opposite ends of the couch before moving closer to each other, not realizing it.
When Lydia arrived home later that evening, the picture she saw on the couch shocked her to her core. She brought her phone out and took a picture of you and Mitch, sending it to Stiles.
When Stiles heard his phone ding with a message, he opened his phone to look at the message Lydia sent. Instead of her telling him she was home, what he saw also shocked him to his core. A photo of you and Mitch, lying on the couch; him laying flat on his back with you in between his legs, ear on his chest with Mitch’s hands resting on your back with yours laying by his sides.
Stiles smiled at the picture, happy that his plan worked. He told his brother before the night started that he had a girl he wanted Mitch to meet, so naturally, Mitch agreed, never thinking that girl would be you and that you’d both would have a decent time together before falling asleep on your couch, watching an old Disney movie.
~~~
When you woke up the next morning, you first noticed a clothed chest before remembering the events from the night before. Nothing happened between you and Mitch, just an impromptu movie night due to Stiles and Lydia having some fun of their own.
You smiled to yourself, softly snuggling into Mitch’s chest, feeling his arms lightly tighten around your figure. He sighed against the top of your head, you doing the same to his chest.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Morning,” you responded.
After a few moments of silence, you heard Mitch quietly chuckle, prompting you to ask, “What’s so funny?”
“I thought we hated each other.”
It was your turn to let out a small chuckle. “We do, but… I don’t know, I guess you’re tolerable. I mean, we did hear your brother fucking Lydia last night.”
“And it was amazing!” Lydia yelled from coming out of the bathroom. “Like, really amazing.”
You sat up quickly, resting your weight on your hand while Mitch once again chuckled. “I’m aware now, thanks!” You looked down at the man below you who was full on laughing now. “You sound like Stiles when you laugh, and don’t give me that bullshit of you two being twins ‘cause I’m well aware.”
You couldn’t help but smile at him during his laughing fit. While it was true you didn’t really care for Mitch, part of you was starting to like him as a friend. You were lost in your thoughts about Mitch, not noticing that he was looking at you.
“Y/N/N,” he said.
“Mitch.”
“I have to piss.”
“Oh!” you exclaimed, getting up off the couch, pointing towards the hallway. “Uhm, first door on the left.”
Getting up, Mitch gave his thanks as you watched him walk towards the bathroom before you heard the door close.
“Pick your jaw up off the floor,” Lydia said.
You looked at her, confused look on your face. “What are you talking about?”
“You’re gawking,” she chuckled. “Just admit that you’re starting to fall for him and fuck his brains out.”
Your jaw just about met the floor at her remark. “What do you mean by that last statement?”
She walked over to you, coffee thermos in hand and a long strap purse on her shoulder, whispering, “Every guy you bring back, you fuck his brains out.”
Disgusted look on your face, you shoot back, “No, I don’t.”
Mitch had come out of the bathroom just as Lydia made her remark, listening to your conversation while leaning against the wall.
“Well, can you at least fuck Mitch within the next - I don’t know - two months?” Lydia continued.
“So, you’re putting a timeframe on this? Lyds, I’m just now getting to the point where I can stand him, and I’m sure he thinks the same of me. I mean, last night was amazing, aside from him threatening a classmate of mine, but still! Him taking me out last night ‘cause Stiles lied about it, and then coming back here after hearing you scream Stiles’ name to watch movies and fall asleep together? I haven’t had just a night like that since, like, high school!”
At your small rant, Lydia looked over and eyed Mitch, the latter putting his finger to his lips, telling her to be quiet at his presence.
“So, what you’re saying is you’d like to have another night like that with him?” she asked.
“Many more!” you exclaimed. “Don’t be offended, but he’s so much hotter than Stiles, more built than that spazz of a man, longer hair and facial hair?! Hot damn!”
“Mitch and Y/N sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G,” Lydia sang.
“Shut up,” you chuckled.
She shared a chuckle with you before perking up, “Ooh! If you guys get married, we’ll be sisters!”
“Okay, you’re thinking way too far ahead. Mitch and I are just now getting to the point where we can stand to be in the same room as each other… we just started being friends.” You looked at her, seeing a smile on her face.”
“Well,” Lydia said, grabbing her keys. “I hope you two stay being friends because you two are way fucking cute together.”
You gawked at her, following her with your eyes as your body turned to face the door. “Lydia Camille-Grace —”
“Bye, I love you! Have a good day!” she said, closing the door on her way out.
Hearing a snicker coming from your right, you looked over at Mitch, his hand covering his mouth. “That’s hilarious.”
Glaring at him, you said, “I’m gonna kill her, then I’m gonna kill you.”
“Before or after you fuck my brains out?”
“Get out,” you said, pointing to the door.
Mitch just laughed, walking towards you. “I’m kidding. Please don’t kick me out.” He put his arms around your shoulders, bringing your back to his chest. “It’s Saturday. What do you normally do on Saturday’s?”
Resting your head on his shoulder, you sighed. “Catch up on homework, my shows, watch a couple movies, soak in the bath for a little while, maybe catch dinner with Stiles. What about you?” You turned your head to look at him.
He shrugged. “Either watch TV, or I—”
Noticing his silence, you scrunch your brows, turning in his hold to wrap your arms around his middle, chin on his chest. “Tell me. Judgment free zone.”
Sighing, he closed his eyes. “Or I’m at some girls' dorm or apartment… getting it on.”
Smiling a little, you whispered, “Sex is a very normal thing.” Pulling out of his hold, you finished your statement while walking to your bedroom. “Trust me, I have enough of it to know. And they’re not very good.”
Mitch followed you, watching as you opened your drawers to look for some clothes for the day. “Last guy you had sex with.”
With a disgusted look and tone to your voice, you said, “Brent Donovan.”
“Wasn’t the guy I cussed out last night, was it?”
“Nope,” you shook your head. “But I also had sex with him, too. Freshman year.”
“You’re not one of those girls who keeps tabs on the guys she fucks, do you?”
“Ew. No.” You turned around to face the window, the blinds and curtains closed. Lifting your shirt, you forgot you had a tattoo on your back, the tattoo that Mitch pointed out.
“Whoa, you have a tattoo?” he asked, walking around your bed to stand behind you, but not close enough to see your naked chest.
“Yeah,” you smiled. “I have four.”
“Can I see the others?”
Nodding, you agreed to show him… after you dressed. You showed him your puzzle piece with a heart near the center, a matching one with your sister. One on the inside of your ankle of an anchor with the saying I refuse to sink curved at the top and bottom. He already saw the one on your back, the saying with brave wings she flies with a heart in the middle of an arrow underneath. The last one you showed, you always covered it with long sleeves, this one meaning the most to you; a breast cancer ribbon, your mom’s birth and death date on the bottom of the ribbon, her name on the curved top.
Noticing the tears in your eyes, Mitch put his hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you towards him, the side of your head resting on his chest, whispering, “She’d love it. She’d love them all ‘cause they’re badass.”
You chuckled, reaching up to wipe the tears that had slid down your cheek. “Thanks. She was gonna get one if she beat it again. Breast cancer.”
“You don’t have to talk about it unless you’re ready.”
You looked up at him, looking deep into his eyes. You noticed the look he was giving, telling yourself you weren’t going to stop it if it happened. “Thanks,” you whispered.
You both leaned towards the other, lips almost touching before you heard your name being yelled by the familiar voice of your male best friend.
“Y/N/N!”
“And Mitch!” said male yelled.
Footsteps of your best friend sounded before you heard his voice. “Why the fuck is Mitch over here?” Stiles stopped his footsteps, standing in your bedroom doorway. Seeing the two of you in an embrace. “Why are you two holding each other like that? And why the hell are you over here? Why didn’t you come home?”
Looking over at Stiles, Mitch replied, “We did come back last night, but you and Lydia were fucking like rabbits, Y/N and I decided to come back here to not listen to Lydia scream your name.”
Opening his mouth like he wanted to protest, Stiles stood there, looking around the room before shrugging. “That’s fair.” Knowing how the two of them slept, Stiles decided to leave that subject alone. “So, Y/N/N. What’s the plan for today?”
Confused, you asked, “What do you mean?”
Plopping on your bed, Stiles said, “We always hang out on Saturday’s.”
“Saturday nights,” you corrected. “We always try to get dinner on Saturday’s ‘cause I’m busy catching up on stuff.”
“Homework and TV don't count.”
“Sure it does,” Mitch said. “She can do anything she wants during her weekend.”
Getting up from your bed, and a little offended, Stiles asked, “Why are you being defensive?”
“I’m not. We’ll see you at dinner.”
Baffled, Stiles walked out of the bedroom, almost slamming the apartment door shut on his way out.
You gaped at Mitch, unsure of what to say or do.
He turned to you, saying, “Come on. Let’s go get breakfast.”
~~~
A couple of months later, you’ve found yourself in Mitch’s arms more often, having sleepovers at each other’s apartments on nights Stiles and Lydia were over. The two of you never left the couch on those nights, moreso for Mitch’s sake.
He wasn’t afraid, per se, of you entering his room, he just didn’t want you to see the state of it. Your room in your apartment was open and bright, while his was the opposite.
You both were laying on the couch one day in your favorite position; you on top of him, your ear pressed to his chest. He was running his fingers up and down your back when you sighed.
“What’s wrong, babe?” he asked.
The nickname made you smile. He’d been calling you little pet names here and there; babe, baby, sweetheart, doll, kitten, love. His favorite being love.
You tilted your head back to look at his chin, that being the only thing you could see at the moment. “Nothing. Just wondering when we’re gonna stop sleeping on your couch and go to your bedroom.”
You felt him stiffen a little at your comment before he sighed. “You know I’m embarrassed by it.”
“You don’t have to be,” you whispered.
Stopping his fingers, he said, “It’s not like yours. Complete opposite.”
Sitting up, you said, “Mitch, I could give two shits about how your room looks. There could be clothes everywhere and I wouldn’t mind.”
“Yours is so open and bright while mine is not.”
You both looked into each other's eyes, fire burning behind yours. “Are we really about to have an argument over how our bedrooms look? Mine looks like it does because that’s what was drilled into me as a kid; having a clean and bright space. I want to know what was drilled into your head, what kind of space you have.”
He sighed, putting his hands behind his head. “Nothing was really drilled into my head, love.”
“Then show me. Show me or else I’m getting up in five seconds and walking into your room.” You crossed your arms, starting your countdown. “Five… four… three… two… one.” You got up from the couch, quickly making your way to the hallway you knew the bedrooms to be.
“Y/N/N, don’t!” Mitch said, following you. By the time he reached you, his bedroom door was open, you standing in the middle of it.
You turned in a circle, looking at everything. Before you could turn your back to Mitch, he saw the ghost of a smile on your lips. Looking back at his unmade bed, you whispered, “It’s incredible.”
Thinking he heard you wrong, Mitch walked into his room to stand behind you. “What?”
You turned to face him, putting your arms around his neck. “I said it’s incredible. It’s you. Messy, but it has personality. The pictures, the posters, the clothes everywhere, your bed is not made.” Smiling, you ran your fingers through the back of his head, threading the strands of hair through your fingers. “It’s you.”
Without hesitation, Mitch leaned down, placing his lips gently on yours. He was letting you take the lead on the kiss, but a few moments later, you returned the kiss, pressing your lips lightly against his, as if to test the waters.
He pulled back and looked into your eyes before diving back in and kissing you more firmly, yet soft at the same time. Without hesitation, you kissed him back, standing on your toes to reach him better.
Mitch guided you back to his bed, the backs of your legs hitting the mattress before the two of you fell onto the bed, laughing. As you both laughed, you reached up your hands, placing your palms on his cheeks.
“You’re a pretty good kisser,” you whispered, a smile on your face.
“You are, too,” Mitch replied, dipping his head to kiss you once more.
Before things could get too heated, a knock on the door sounded, causing Mitch to break away with a groan, his forehead resting on your chest. He picked his back up, looking you in the eyes. “I’ll be right back. Don’t go anywhere.”
Whispering, you said, “Okay,” before pulling his lips back down to yours.
Mitch got up and exited his bedroom, going to the apartment door.
In the two months that you’ve gotten close with Mitch, he’d stopped talking to girls, the only girl he’d wanted to talk to was you. You did the same and quit talking to boys, neither of you having interest in pursuing anything outside of each other, even though you two weren’t officially a couple.
A girl that Mitch had been talking to you a couple of days before you two started being around each other had caught wind of the rumors surrounding you two on campus, but she didn’t want to believe it.
Her and Mitch had made plans two months ago to hang out when her family came back from vacation. So, when Mitch opened the apartment door, he was shocked to see her.
“Katrina? What are you doing here?” he asked.
As she tried to make her way into the threshold of the apartment, she replied, “My family is back from vacation. Remember, we made plans?”
Thinking for a moment, he closed his eyes, realization hitting him. “Shit. I forgot.”
“So, do you want to hang out or not?”
He opened his eyes, the fire in his eyes starting to flicker. “I have company.”
Not believing a word he said, Katrina pushed her way into the apartment, leaving Mitch to stand there, hand on the frame of the door as it hit the wall it was hinged on. “Well, I don’t see her.”
Closing the door, Mitch said, “That’s because she’s in my room.”
“The room that only I have seen?”
“Listen, Katrina. You need to leave.”
“So, can fuck some other girl?!”
You heard her yell the sentence, but wasn’t sure what she meant by that. You stood up from sitting on the bed, slowly walking towards the door when something on Mitch’s nightstand caught your eye.
A book. A little black book. Looking towards the door, you listened to them arguing before turning your sights back to the book. Looking at it made you anxious. You weren’t sure what was inside the book. Part of you wanted to find out while the other part just wanted you to leave it alone.
Listening to the devil on your shoulder, you picked up the book, flipping through the pages. A list of names written. You remembered back a couple months ago when he asked if you kept a book of all the guys you’d fucked. Quietly gasping, you looked back down at the book after having looked up during your through process. “That cheeky little fucker.”
“Where’s the book? Hmm? The one with all the names in it? Is hers in there?”
Quickly flipping to the last page that had names on it, you stopped and stared. There, in black ink, was your name. Tears sprung to your eyes as you walked out of his room, slowly walking down the hallway. “What the fuck is this?”
Looking past Katrina, Mitch saw you holding up the book, tears running down your face. “Y/N/N, it’s not what you think.”
“A little black book with a list of girls names you fucked? Your little scorebook?”
“It’s not like that!”
Shoving the book into his chest before walking towards the door, you said, “I cannot fucking believe you! I thought we had something.” You sniffled, tying your shoes up before looking at the twin you started to develop feelings for. “I guess I was fucking wrong. I hope you have a good time with Blonde Barbie over here.”
You didn’t give him time to reply before opening the door, slamming it shut, Mitch calling your name.
When you arrived at your apartment, Stiles and Lydia were sitting on the couch, eating popcorn and watching a movie. At seeing your state, Lydia paused the movie, the couple standing up. Stiles walked over to you, pulling you into a hug. “What happened?”
“Mitch. Mitch happened.”
Stiles left without saying a word, ready to confront his brother.
~~~
“Mitch!” Stiles yelled, upon entering their shared apartment. “Mitch, I know you’re here!” Stiles walked to his brother's room and opened the door, letting it slam on the wall. “What the fuck, bro!”
Sitting up on the edge of his bed, Mitch put his head in his hands. “I know, Stiles. I know.”
“What happened between you and Y/N that’s making her cry hysterically?”
The twins looked at each other, Stiles waiting for an explanation. After a moment’s silence, Mitch explained what happened; that Katrina had showed up while you had found his little black book.
“Dude,” Stiles said. “Keeping a book? That’s sick. I mean, it’s almost normal for you, but it’s still sick.”
“I know, dude,” Mitch replied. He motioned to his computer desk, explaining that he threw the book out after he told Katrina to leave. “I really like her, dude.”
“Who? Katrina?”
“No, dumbass. Y/N. I really like her.”
“Well, you better make it up to her or else she won’t take you back.”
“Take me back? What do you mean?” Mitch stood, eyes narrowed at his brother.
Stuttering with his words, Stiles tried to stall instead of telling Mitch the truth about what you revealed to him a couple weeks back.
“Stiles,” Mitch said, taking slow steps towards his brother. “What do you mean?”
“N-now, remember, Mitch, I’m older by 2 minutes,” Stiles said.
“You mean younger by two minutes,” Mitch corrected. Spotting his phone through the corner of his eye, Mitch grabbed it, ready to text you and ask what Stiles was talking about.
“Don’t call her! Don’t text her!” Stiles exclaimed. “I’ll tell you everything.”
~~~
About an hour after Stiles told his twin the truth about you and your feelings, Mitch raced over to your apartment, the one you shared with Lydia. He knocked on the door, hoping to see your face on the other side, but instead was met with Lydia’s, whose stare on him turned from neutral to one of slight rage.
“You better be here to apologize,” she said.
“I am. Believe me, I am,” Mitch replied. “Is she here? I just need to talk to her.”
Crossing her arms, Lydia said, “Oh, she’s here alright, and she doesn’t want to see you.”
“Lydia–”
“Who’s at the door?” you said, walking into view. Once you locked eyes with Mitch, the tears returned, the ones you willed away about five minutes prior. “Go the fuck away!”
“Just let me explain.”
“Explain what? That you kept a book of all your sexual escapades? And how my name was at the bottom of that list?”
Sighing, he put his hands on his hips. “I never meant for you to see it. I swear, I was gonna throw it out if we got more serious.”
You narrowed your eyes at him, unaware of his feelings, so you decided to voice your thoughts. “So, what, you like me or something?”
“Yes,” he sighed. “I like you. A lot. Right before Stiles showed up, I told Katrina it was over between her and I, not that anything was going on between us.” He walked more into the apartment towards you. As he stepped closer to you, he explained, “Look, Y/N. You’re the only girl I can see myself having a future with. The past two months have opened my eyes at what we could have. Yes, we hated each other just two months ago, but now that I’ve gotten to know you, I can’t picture my life without you in it.”
You looked down at your hands, seeing your fingers laced with his. Looking back up at him, tears sprung to your eyes again. “Lydia. Go to Stiles’.”
“Why?” she asked, confused.
“ ‘Cause I’m gonna fuck his brains out,” you said, immediately kissing Mitch after. You didn’t hear her grab her bag or keys as Mitch backed you up, leading you to your bedroom.
Once you both came to a stop, you were able to register the backs of your knees on the mattress. You had pulled away from Mitch, looking into his eyes, letting him set the pace. “What do you want me to do, Mitch?”
He looked you up and down before looking behind you at the bed. Putting a hand on your shoulder, he gently led your back to the mattress. “Lay down, love.”
The nickname would’ve made you drop to your knees if you weren’t lying on your back. “What else?”
“Why are you asking me these questions?” he asked, hovering over you.
Shrugging, you stated, “Just letting you set the pace before, ya’know,--”
“You fuck my brains out?”
Smiling at each other, you giggled. “Oh, yeah. So that I can fuck your brains out.”
“I’m hinting at some sarcasm.”
“We’ll talk about sarcasm later. All I want right now,” you said, putting your hands in his hair. “Is for you to make me feel good so that I can do the same to you.”
Mitch smirked, leaning down to press his lips to yours as he said, “Sounds like a plan.”
Your lips moved in sync, his tongue asking for entrance which you gladly accepted. You explored each other’s mouths, neither of you battling for dominance; just exploration.
Mitch pulled away for a moment, a whine of protest sounding from you before a light gasp and happy sigh sounded. You could feel Mitch’s smile against your neck, his lips searching for your sweet spot, which he found.
You carded your hands through his hair a little harder, a quiet moan sounding from your mouth, his name falling from your lips.
He wanted to hear his name on your lips again, so he ran his tongue along your sweet spot before wrapping his lips around it, sucking a bruise to the spot.
“Mmmm, fuck,” you whispered. “Mitch.”
He released your sweet spot before looking you in your eyes. Deeply. Mitch knew that he wanted to be with you, and he knew you felt the same. His brain was swirling with thoughts, so he decided to voice them. “I’ll make you a deal.”
“Okay,” you whispered, hands going into his hair, gently.
“I make you feel good this round. Next time, you can make me feel good.”
A hint of a smile ghosted your face before you nodded your head. “Okay.”
“Okay.” He leaned back down, pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss. Without detaching his lips from yours, he asked you to scoot back some, which you did. Putting his hands on your back, he sat the both of you up, you now sitting in his lap, legs wrapped around his hips.
Lifting your shirt from the bottom, you lifted your arms into the air, letting him discard the material. After a small thud was heard from your shirt hitting the ground, Mitch put his hands on your back, fingertips barely touching the bottom of your bra.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered.
You giggled. “That’s normally something guys say after they take off the bra.”
“Well, I decided to say it early, how ‘bout that?” He chuckled before you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his again.
He laid you back down before moving to your chest, kissing the tops of your breasts and the valley between them before moving down to your stomach, pressing light, feather kisses to your abdomen.
Mitch put his fingers on the top of your pants waistband, looking back up at you, silently asking you to lift your hips, to which you obliged. He slid the material down your legs, stealthy taking your panties with them, letting both drop to the floor in a light thud.
Without missing a beat, Mitch licked a stripe up your core, your head pressing back into the mattress while a hand went to his hair.
“Mitch,” you breathed as he expertly used his tongue in ways you’ve never felt. You moaned louder upon feeling two fingers enter your core, your head shooting up to look at the top of his head. Once you felt your release coming, you voiced it causing Mitch to stop. You looked him in the eyes, disbelief written all over your face. “What the f–”
“Where’s your condoms?” he asked.
“Top drawer, nightstand.”
He looked behind him, seeing the nightstand in question. Leaning back, he opened the drawer, stopping dead in his tracks, chuckling. “It’s so organized.”
“We can talk about my organization skills later,” you said. “I need your dick in me now so that I can cum.”
Chuckling again, he reached for a condom before standing from the bed to pull his jeans and boxers down, releasing his pulsating length.
“Holy shit!” you exclaimed. “Damn, Mitch.”
“Still like what you see?” he asked, brow raised with a smirk on his lips.
“Yes. Now, wrap it so you can tap this.”
Mitch rolled the rubber down his length before dipping his head, licking one last stripe upon your pussy before lining himself up with your entrance. “Just do something for me.”
“Anything.”
“Scream in pleasure,” he said, pushing himself into you, a loud moan tearing from your throat.
Mitch set a soft and slow pace to start before moving a little faster.
“Mitch,” you moaned.
“Yes, love?” he breathed.
“Must go faster.”
He breathed a chuckle before moving faster and a little harder.
“Mmmmm, harder!”
Mitch sat on his knees, grabbing your hips to start pounding into you, a pleasurable scream sounding from your throat.
“Good girl - that’s a good fucking girl,” he panted. After watching your covered breasts bounce a few good times, he started to feel his own release coming. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum soon.”
“Me, too, keep going,” you breathed. “Keep going, I’m almost there.”
Mitch reached down, thumb lightly pressing to your clit in circles.
“Fuck! Don’t stop,” you moaned. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t –” A moan cut you off with the feel of your release, your pussy squeezing Mitch’s cock, causing him to give his own release.
He let go of your hips, leaning forward to hover over you while putting his weight on his elbows so as to not crush you completely.
You both were breathing heavily, your hands going back to his hair. In between breaths, you said, “That… was… amazing.”
Mitch chuckled before looking you in the eyes, one of your hands coming down to his cheek. “Yeah, it was.” He leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips, one you happily returned.
The two of you parted, Mitch sitting back up to get off the bed. You watched him as he poked his head out of your bedroom door before hurrying across the hall to the bathroom. When he returned, you were already laying under your covers with a piece of clothing on that Mitch, once again, chuckled at. “You look good in my shirts.”
“Haven’t we already established that?” you asked, pulling the blankets back for him to crawl under.
After putting his boxers back on, he said while getting into your bed, “Maybe. I don’t remember.”
You laughed as he put his arm around your shoulders, bringing you into him. Looking up at him, you placed your hand back on his cheek, guiding his eyes to look into yours. “Thank you.”
“For what?” he asked, confused.
“For showing me that enemies can turn into lovers in a matter of a few months.”
He smirked, “Anytime, love. Anytime.”
Smiling yourself, you put your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. “You’re so annoying.”
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A/N 2: let me know what you thought!
Additional Note: my moms death anniversary is coming up next week (9/21/22). I write her death into a lot of my fics because it helps me kinda cope with it…
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Posted on September 17, 2022
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remus lupin masterlist
i don't think you understood what i was asking for. but okay since anything you tell me i'd probably know anyways
moony ofc.
(all pictures from pinterest)
he's literally the best and i feel like you two would vive i mean vibe so much. for trope it's 100 percent be best friends to lovers bc i love that trope. and it's so appropriate for him (like i don't think you can see him falling in love with a girl from going on a blind date or smth). like you two would just click and then just be bffs. you would read together, do auror tings together, compete in promotions, like do everything together.
the moment he realised he was in love with you was when you got a magical tattoo which counted down the days until the full moon and on the night of the full moon it reads "moony". when you showed him, that was the moment he knew. little did he know, your excuse for getting it in the first place ("i always forget how many days are left until the transformation, this makes it easier") was actually because you always wanted a part of him to always be with you (doing this one bc ik you like adult moony better)
or if we're talking school years, then definitely enemies to lovers. like he'd be like "ok just bc she's slytherin doesn't mean she's bad" blah blah but then one day you get 100 percent on a test and he gets 98. and he's so. livid. bc 1. he's never gotten 100 percent before and 2. you were so smug that you got higher than remus lupin, the previous smartest student in the year. ever since you found out how much you could annoy him with even the smallest jibes, you took every opportunity to do so. slughorn said his potion was 'absolutely perfect'? whoops, how did those peppermint sprigs get in there? overheard him talking to someone about how much he wanted to read a book? the next day, coincidentally, you were reading the exact same book, a sly smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
one time, the latter occurred with a book about lycanthropy. you assumed he'd wanted it for an assignment, and you borrowing it from the library was sure to make him unable to complete it. you began to read, as you saw him make his way over to you.
"give that to me," he demanded.
you smirked, ever amused to get a rise out of him. "why should i?" you looked up at him innocently. "not my fault i got it from the library before you."
he growled and rolled his eyes, and only then did you notice the dark circles around his eyes, making him look like a panda. "just give it. i'm honestly not bothered to do this today."
"yeah? why should i do that?"
he snapped, having had enough, the exhaustion and frustration from last night channelled into his words. "because i'm a fucking werewolf and the transformations are fucking horrible because my joints get twisted all out of place if you didn't know, and some of them won't even go back in place properly and because of that my hip fucking hurts and the scratches on my chest are probably bleeding right now because i didn't leave the hospital wing with madam pomfrey's permission because last night was a full moon and i didn't want that stupid creep snape to get even more suspicious than he already is, and i need that stupid book to help me and fucking tell everyone for all i care because i'm sick and tired of all this crap and i'd rather get kicked out of this stupid school sooner rather than later. thanks for understanding," he ranted, punctuating it with sarcasm at the end as he grabbed the book from your limp hands.
as a slytherin, you had a weird knack for just knowing when people were lying. and from the sincerity in lupin's words, you knew he was speaking the truth.
and you just sat there, in shock, very unlike yourself as you took it all in.
back in the boys' dorm, remus was panicking.
"lily, i told her. i snapped and told her everything, she hates me, she's gonna tell snape and i'm gonna have to leave this god damned school and-" he sighed, hating the fact that tears of anger directed at himself were pricking at the back of his eyes as he pinched the bridge of his nose.
lily stroked his back comfortingly. "remus, i'm sure she won't tell a soul. she may seem to hate you, but honestly i don't think she does. and i don't think you do either."
"i- what are you on about?" remus questioned. lily smiled, her dimples deepening.
"whenever other girls annoy you, you don't give a single damn. but with her... she didn't even intentionally annoy you, and you were so pissed off when she got that 100.
"as for her... i know her well, and she's no attention- seeker. but she likes your attention, moony, and that's why she keeps irritating you. she likes getting a rise out of you."
remus shook his head.
"she hates me lily," he mumbled, slightly forlorn, and tried not to think about how he sort of liked how your eyes flashed mischievously when you ruined his potions, or how lily's words had suddenly made him realise how much he replayed your encounters in his head when he was trying to sleep at night.
you don't know why, but after that you began to be more lenient on him. just him. not stupid potter or his stupid best mate black or the pettigrew boy, just lupin.
it isn't an honourable thing to do, to give someone shit when they're already feeling it, you told yourself. which arse of a person makes things harder for a person when they're already going through so much?
you also decided to keep his secret. all whilst telling yourself:
just to spite him. just to prove him wrong, that i can keep a secret. that not all slytherins are the same.
you also found yourself becoming no kinder to snape, and began to notice how irritating and nosey he actually was. all coincidental, of course.
a month later, remus found a note addressed to "Lupin," in small cursive with a small vial in his bag at dinner after potions. curiously, he opened the note and:
"Lupin,
For the full moon tonight. It should help."
Nothing more.
And when remus scanned the great hall in half suspicion and half wonder to look for his culprit, his usual sharp vision missed the way your eyes flickered from his hands back down to your plate.
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I think it might be dumle, do they have sticks version? Also idk did you ever try Swiss chocolate but hands down it's also one of the best things ever and the fact that I don't have access to Cailler on the regular is a crime. And Kinder and Milka fucking slap but I think that's understood (even though some of their things are sooo pricey).
As for my tooth, considering it fully broke idk how I'll go about fixing it. And since our health system is... what it is, and I hate dentists with burning passion, we'll see what happens. It's just very unfortunate situation.
And I can't help but to join a/b/o conversation because it's one of my favourite tropes ever. I totally get what you mean with your comment on omegaverse and ngl I blame straight people getting into it and writing it because omegaverse is so inherently queer (and I will preach about it until the end of time) and so many newer omegaverse fanfics nowdays just don't have the spirit of what it should be.
And I do love unconditional omegaverse so much 🫶🏻 especially two alphas. And I love when there is extra layer of trans experience by making characters feel uncomfortable with their presentation and they look for ways to change it. Bitching and studding fanfics are so good actually- (aka alpha becoming omega and omega becoming alpha). Straight up, one of my favourite omegaverse fanfics is ship with these two alphas and one of them always hated it and he ends up confessing it to the other one and other one helps him change and then helps him through his first heat <3
(I'm not sending the link tho, I'm not exposing my ships)
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No sugar they don’t have a stick version but I’m sure whichever you had was a 10/10 bc all of their chocolates are also I haven’t eaten Swiss chocolate before but I’ve heard a lot of good stuff about it!! Swiss chocolate is like the fanciest chocolate out there right?😭 also yes!!! Dear god in heaven I absolutely love kinder and milka they should ban it bc the way I’ll eat anything kinder and milka is criminal 😭
Sugar please make sure that it doesn’t get infected and that it doesn’t spread to the rest of your tooth flesh! I think chipped tooth aren’t the entire world my friend got it fixed for aesthetic reasons but just focus on keeping the place sterilized and be careful when you eat! I know there’s also a toothpaste that works wonders for infections idk which one but my dentist had told me to get it it’s like a purple paste?😭
I def believe straight ppl have a part of it but I also feel like we as a community have become so rigid with things like for example omegaverse isnt a real thing yet ppl will be up in ears telling you how two alphas cant be together this doesn’t just apply to omegaverse but the other day I saw a whole debate on how you aren’t a real top if you like getting head like what the hell is going on😭
Oh now you’ve made me curios 👀 but oh well it shall remain a secret 🫶🏻 however I really need to read more enemies to lovers alpha x alpha bc Jesus Christ 🧎🏻♂️
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Camp Camp tickle Headcanons
Ok… There seriously need to be more Camp Camp Tickle fics and/or hcs
🎨Dolph🎨
Lee🎨
🎨He’s not ticklish whatsoever!
🎨David tried this on him at one point, but it didn’t work out how he hoped it would
🎨Dolph is just way too serious for that whole “child play”.
🎨David would see an opening, and tickle him when he least expects it.
🎨Wether he’s painting a really cool art peice, or he’s just doing other things
🎨Davey won’t stop until he finds a weak point on the camp’s artist.
🎨He was ticklish at one point in age, but quickly grew out of it when he was tickled a lot
🎨His parents kept tickling him
🎨24/7!!!!!
🎨Honestly, free my boy!!!! He doesn’t deserve any of this
🎨Scratch that, he most certainly does
Ler🎨
🎨You better be prepared to run, if he’s in a ler mood
🎨Which he gets those daily
🎨Sometimes, you wish there was medicine for that type of stuff
🎨But the only medicine that will cure the mood is people’s laughter
🎨And laugh they do when he’s in control
🎨He may be short, but he’s got a mind like a gazelle…or cheetah…
🎨Either one, he knows how to stalk his prey
🎨By hiding in the bushes, and pouncing on the other campers when they least expect it
🎨Or subtly throwing in pokes and squeezes to his target’s sides, indicating that they should run and fast.
🎨Boi, those are his warnings for you, and don’t underestimate him either.
🎨A lot of campers misjudge his ability to tickle people, in which they fall into the hands of his tickly wrath.
🎨Mostly Harrison, that boy is so oblivious!!!
🎨Making him Dolph’s best target out of everyone.
🎨It’s a good thing he’s an artist so he can use his paintbrushes and pencils and writing utensils, whatever he uses, to use that against the oh so sensitive lee.
🎨He would occasionally tickle Max, if Max let’s his gaurd down, and near Dolph? That’s like saying I’m gonna discover a cure for Cancer
🎨It’s never gonna happen!
🎨Ever!
🃏Harrison🃏
Lee🃏
🃏Boy, is this guy ticklish or what?!
🃏He absolutely hates it when Nerris tickles him, or anyone to be of fact.
🃏She’s just so snarky and teasy
🃏it doesn’t help his situation since he’s way more ticklish than her
🃏I’d like to think they’re platonically dating, just because they have so much hate relationship
🃏Reminds me of an enemy to lovers trope
🃏Anyways… back to what I was talking about
🃏Nerris and Harrison get’s into tickle fights all the time, so much, it’s not a shocker that he keeps losing
🃏You’d think he loses on purpose, but that’s not what’s happening here, Nerris is just so much less ticklish than him, she has the upper hand.
🃏And god, does Harrison hate it so much?
🃏She always has this smirk on him, and says “Imagine being this ticklish.”
🃏She even claims she put a tickle spell on him, saying, “I cast the evil tickle spell on you, Harrison! Now you’re just as ticklish as you were before, hahahah!”
🃏And Harrison just laughs and pleads, “THATHAHAHHAT’S NOT RHEHEHEHEHAL, NERRIS!! STAHHAHAP!!”
🃏”Stop what? The casting, or the tickling.” Nerris knows, she just wants to be a tease to him.
🃏That snarky b***h
🃏Harrison’s words, I love my girl Nerristhecute!
🃏Death spot: His ears. It reminds me of that one “What’s behind your ear?” trick
🃏He’s also really oblivious when it comes to Dolph’s tickle torture
🃏Dolph squeezed his side one day, but all Harrison did was glare at him, and told him not to do that again.
🃏Of course Dolph didn’t listen, it was Dolph for fuck sake.
🃏Everyone who was sitting beside or in front of Harrison and Dolph, knew that he should’ve ran away as fast as he can.
🃏They even walked away from them, not wanting to be roped in the mess
🃏It was Ered, Nurf, Nerris, and Preston.
🃏Even though the mess hall was filled with all the camper’s and counselor’s, that didn’t stop Dolph from doing his duty.
🃏Pouncing on Harrison, tickling him to no remorse.
🃏It gotten to the point where David had to pull him off bc Harrison was having a hard time breathing.
🃏Even so, Harrison still hasn’t learned his lesson.
🃏Poor boy
Ler🃏
🃏Ok… him a ler? Puh-lease!!
🃏Don’t get him wrong, he’s a good ler at that, but something inside of Nerris just makes her more of a ler than him
🃏He’ll get a few squeezes to her sides, or a few skitters to her neck, at best, then it’s all game over from there.
🃏Harrison is more like the third best ler
🃏Making everyone wary of his presence
🃏He rarely get’s ler moods
🃏So he’s not always a ler
🃏Still, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t get his fair share of tickles as well
🃏Making sure to tickle everyone who has tickled him.
🃏But he just loves tickling Max, he doesn’t know why, he just does.
🃏He’s not much of a ler, more of a lee.
🧪Neil🧪
Lee🧪
🧪He’s not extremely ticklish, but that doesn’t stop him from trying to concoct a chemical to make him not ticklish
🧪He keeps trying after he got tickled to death by his dad.
🧪His dad is just a little weird, so I wouldn’t think less of his ler abilities, tickling his son in the most embarrassing places of all time
🧪It’s about to be that one Simpson episode where Bart’s dad tickled him on the big tv at the baseball game, making him piss himself
🧪Ofc Neil’s dad didn’t do it there, but he definitely tickled him in the open, to where he pissed him self
🧪One time he tickled him at this fancy restaurant, where his aunts uncles and cousins were at
🧪And it was definitely to the public’s eye, bc of how loud he was laughing, with the help of his cousins
🧪He kept getting tortured growing up, wether it be by his older cousins or his dad.
🧪He never goes a day untickled
🧪Which started his villain origin story, making him test a concoction to make him less ticklish
🧪He was even thrilled to go to camp, thinking he escaped the tickling, but there are more lers there then at his hometown
🧪Making Dolph his worse ler ever seen
🧪Dolph defo squeezed his knees, making Neil jump up, causing him to be on high alert for the rest of the day
🧪Now that his friends knows exactly how ticklish he is.
🧪God he wish Niki never found out
🧪Niki was more ruthless then his dad, along with Max
🧪Them teaming up together is the worst plan they had ever made… well to Neil.
🧪It works out that he hates being tickled, because he’s socially awkward all the time
🧪And that’s where he is when David looks for him all the time, he’s hiding in his tent still making a potion.
🧪No one knows he’s making one.
🧪I would like you to tell your friends that your making a concoction to make you less ticklish
🧪Death spot: Hands. He works as a scientist 24/7 Ofc those are ticklish
Ler🧪
🧪Boy, he ain’t no ler
🧪Motherfucker’s beyond being a ler
🧪Not because he doesn’t have the abilities to be one, it’s because he doesn’t want to make anyone uncomfortable
🧪Totally going past his personality in Camp Camp
🧪He doesn’t want to make Niki or Max uncomfortable, so he doesn’t tickle them at all, knowing their limits is key
🧪And Max made sure he doesn’t tickle him
🧪As you can tell, Neil is a lee, 100%
👊Nurf👊
Lee👊
👊He’s actually ticklish, but he won’t let anyone touch him
👊He hates it so much
👊He’ll only let his boyfriend tickle him, but they broke up so now he misses life, of how his boyfriend would just tease him when he slowly tickles his sides.
👊Sadly it didn’t show his boyfriend in this show… I’m big sad now
👊He grew up wanting tickles from his mom, but she’s in jail now, so he misses that too
👊But god, Nurf can only imagine how people at camp would react if they needed to calm him down, etc.
👊He still wants to keep up his big boy troupe.
👊And it lasted quite some while, till Dolph was in yet another ler mood take ing it out on the tough boyo
👊The thing is Nurf couldn’t tickle him back, hence he’s not ticklish, so he just punched him
👊Which called in a stern warning from David
👊And the whole Camp just started teasing him about it, making him cry in his tent out of embarrassment
👊You bet Max had to join in the fun too
👊Death Spot: Stomach. His stomach just has a lot of cuteness to it, please!!! It’s a must if you tickle his pudge!
Ler👊
👊Don’t let him catch you if you hate being tickled
👊Like, no joke, he will make sure you pass out
👊It happened to Preston
👊It can happen to you too
👊He’s like Dolph, always getting ler moods, and wanting someone to help him fix it
👊So you better be sane, if you know what you’re dealing with when you get under the hands of his devious fingers, crawling on your torso
👊So here’s your warning. Stay. Very far. Away. From him.
👊He won’t even give you a warning before he pounces on you, and he’ll do it infront of people as well.
🎭Preston🎭
Lee🎭
🎭Theater kid!!! Ofc he’s ticklish.
🎭He enjoy’s being tickled, but he rather die twice before he ever tells anyone that. Ever.
🎭Once he sees a tickle fight break lose, he’s quick to watch it
🎭He’ll make himself known when a tickle fight does break out, so people knows he’s there in hopes to get tickled like that person was just getting tickled.
🎭He’s so dramatic when it comes to tickling
🎭Saying he’ll die if they continue, but he hadn’t gotten tickled for more than 5 minutes
🎭He’s good at acting so he’s good at hiding the fact that he wants people to tickle him.
🎭When they squeeze his side he would jump away and scream “GaH! Stop!” But this only makes them continue (for the people who loves to be a ler)
🎭Till this day, the ticklers are yet oblivious to the man’s wants.
🎭And if it’s Camp Camp, they’ll surely think he’s weird if he enjoys something like that.
🎭He’s so cute tho, I enjoy his little laugh and his fake pleads that fall on death ears to the ler(s) tickling him.
🎭Death Spot: Feet (He just constantly walks around considering he’s sometimes the main lead in his play. Other times, he’s just instructing where everyone goes and how to act.)
Ler🎭
🎭Ok, his tickle kink had to start when he was watching a play/show
🎭It happened when he was like 8, and a character started tickling a mother character, and Preston just fell in love with his laugh
🎭It resorted to him hiding in his room looking up more tickle scenes on YouTube.
🎭He knew it was weird to watch things like that, and enjoy them, but he couldn’t help himself.
🎭Everytime a tickle scene pops up, and him and his family watches it, he had to avoid eye contact from the TV.
🎭Hoping he didn’t look suspicious, his face would be beat red
🎭And he has to make up an excuse to go to the bathroom so his parents wouldn’t see him like that.
🎭Though when he makes a play, he has to fight the urge to put at least one blunt tickle scene in there.
🎭Things will go off the hook, if his intrusive thoughts win
🎭So he makes sure they don’t
🪐Space Kid🪐
Lee🪐
🪐Ok… He’s not really ticklish
🪐Like he’s second to least ticklish.
🪐It’s Dolph, and then it’s him
🪐Though, he’s canonically ticklish, but it’s not like people was tickling him, just responses of “Hey, that tickles” Whatever, I still think it’s cute
🪐He likes being tickled, more so ask David for some tickles, and he obviously gives them to him, no questions asked
🪐And he can tell when Dolph is in a ler mood, it’s just a hutch he has.
🪐So when Dolph is in a ler mood, Space kid will subtly hint to him that he needs some tickles, and Dolph will be glad to give them to him.
🪐Ofc, Space kid doesn’t ask anyone to tickle him unless it’s David, bc he knows David won’t judge him for it.
🪐Space kid gets all squeaky then he starts hyperventilating in his helmet where the ler has to take it off so he won’t suffocate
🪐No one knows why or how he suffocated in his astronaut helmet, he just does
🪐When people teams up on him, he goes to Dolph for help. But he has to make a deal with him, like, Dolph has to tickle him for an hour
🪐Hey, it beats getting tickle ganged up on
🪐And I like to think Spacekid’s death spot(s) is his neck and ears, hence they’re always covered up making them really sensitive
Ler🪐
🪐He can’t be a ler if it saves his life!
🪐Like he tries to be one to so many people, like Max for starters, but he just gets kicked right in the balls.
🪐#justiceforSpaceKid
🪐This doesn’t stop him from accomplishing his goals of becoming the Camp’s biggest ler.
🪐Sorry pal, but Dolph took that place from you
🪐Spacekid would even be in cahoots with Dolph, teaming up so he can destroy people… with tickling ofc.
🪐Though Dolph continues his assault on the man’s ears and neck, that little she-devil.
🔫Max🔫
Lee🔫
🔫Maxasalee Maxasalee Maxasalee Max. As. A. Lee
🔫He is so ticklish, and I’m not being biased right now… well… maybe.
🔫I MEAN LOOK AT HIM AND TELL ME HE ISN’T TICKLISH UNDER ALL THAT ANGER ISSUES!!!!
🔫He’s everyone’s tickle target. Because like… PLEASE!!!
🔫It’s kinda cute how a man (boy in this case) acts tough, but can be beaten by a simple poke!
🔫He would get tickled by Niki all the time, Ofc Neil doesn’t tickle him, after that one incident.
🔫Neil poked him once, and after he got a reaction he didn’t expect to come out of Max, which was “GAH! DON’T FUCKING DO THAT NEIL!!” He just had to tickle him full blast
🔫With Neil being much taller than the shorter one, Max has no problem punching the shit out of anyone who tickles him.
🔫Yes. Including Niki, but she never learns her lesson, intrigued by her bestfriend’s laughter and reactions
🔫Even David doesn’t learn when Max keeps kicking him in his balls.
🔫David would always give him tickles to “cheer” him up, but in reality it just made his sappy mood worse
🔫Like parents’ day, or when Max is just being hella annoying, like bullying the rest of the campers and/or Davey
🔫Yeah, Max needs to learn to be a camper with good attitude if he doesn’t wanna be tickled
🔫Once he knows Dolph’s in a ler mood, he walks away from him w/o being noticed, like nonchalantly.
🔫And he usually goes unscathed
🔫Trust me when I say this, but since Max gets tickled a lot, he always knows when someone is in a ler mood, call it a hutch
🔫Max’s parents don’t care about him, as seen in Parents’ day, so he didn’t grow up being tickled, not even his friends tickled him, so he didn’t know he was ticklish
🔫But that all changed when he came to camp, being non stop tickled by mostly anyone who would get ler moods, or just wanna tickle him
🔫He didn’t even know he was extremely weak to them either, but once he found out he hated being tickled.
🔫Poor baby
🔫He’s a total walking death spot, but if I had to pick which one that will drive him to kill anyone who touches there, it has to be his knees
🔫I just think it’s a cute headcanon that his knees are extremely ticklish, and anyone who wants to die, will give it a shot w/o second guessing the consequences
🔫When he’s tickled he gets this squeaky laugh, and he starts waving his limbs around in hopes to knock his attacker off, most times it doesn’t work so you gotta physically pin him down
🔫One time David tickled him so much he pissed himself, he didn’t tell anyone tho, glad he was wearing dark pants
🔫And Dolph tickled him till he became this sweaty, crying, passed out boy on the ground, his hair was sticking to his forehead
🔫Max didn’t tell David why he didn’t go swimming with the other’s because it’s embarrassing to say he couldn’t swim and didn’t wanna spend the summer with David learning how to
🔫Until David threatened him with tickles and he blurted it out, getting laughs and teases from the other campers and Gwen
🔫David sniggered a little as well
🔫By the context above it’s easy to say he hates getting tickled, like dispises it.
Ler🔫
🔫He’s not the type to go around and touch other people, like in a tickly manner or other ways
🔫But he would tickle his two best friends, Neil and Niki, kinda sucks Niki isn’t as ticklish as them, but wtv
🔫He loves to tickle Neil with the help of Niki, just because Max loves to tease him about how super ticklish he is, failing to realize Max is way more ticklish than him
🔫Max will have to pin the tall guy down to tickle his worst spot, please!!!
🔫Max is really good with teasing, and what not, going too far as to laugh and make fun of his ticklishness
🔫If he sees anyone else getting tickled, he would stand by the sidelines and just be a snarky teaser, then he gets his unfair share of tickles from the use to be lee
🔫Max needs to learn when to shut up, like bffr
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Hello.....if you don't mind me asking, who are your favorite romantic relationship's couples in books/ manga/ anime/movies/tv series (can be canon or non-canon)? Why you love them? Sorry if you've answered this question before......Thanks...
ooo this is such a great question anon! thanks for asking, bud, i've never got this before! Since this question was sent to my animanga blog, i'm going to just answer about couples in fandoms i rb on here!
Even though it seems like I go hard for non-canon couples (which believe me I do), there are so many canon couples that I actually love with my entire heart:
hak/yona (akatsuki no yona)
even though i still have to catch up to this manga, this couple has owned my heart since the moment they appeared on page. they are the definition of a true power couple who will go to the ends of the world to save one another. they throw themselves into danger just so the other can have the chance of safety. they've got one another's back through everything and anything. they will yell at one another but hold hands together side by side as they stand staring down their enemies. i just love how hak inspires yona to stand on her own and yona inspires hak to see the value in himself.
sakura/syaoran (cardcaptor sakura)
they're one of my top three childhood couples. they are just adorable and precious and they deserve only good things ever. they are just children who don't deserve to shoulder so much on their shoulders and yet they do it with minimal complaining. they are there for one another, especially through the hardest moments. he's her pillar and she's his heart. also they jumpstarted my pink x green shipping and i will always love them so much.
inuyasha/kagome (inuyasha)
they are also one of my top three childhood couples. they are everything. inuyasha sees the strength in kagome's compassion when she doesn't see it herself and kagome sees the softness in inuyasha's toughness that he doesn't let others see. they are one of the it couples. they fight, push one another to the edge, and bring one another back without another word. inuyasha's unwavering belief in kagome allows her to grow into a fucking warrior of a girl because his strength keeps her going and growing. kagome accepts all of inuyasha, which is huge for him because he's been accepted by neither world because he's never been enough for either world. but there comes kagome, not giving a shit about the worlds beliefs and going with what she believes in and that's him. it's beautiful.
lan wangji/wei wuxian (mo dao zu shi)
i'm going to cheat here because i haven't finished watching the anime but i have read the novel and watched the live-action show. i have been shipping them ever since i watched the show first because anyone who knows me knows that i love the red x blue ship aesthetic. i love how they went from strangers to friends to enemies (but not really) to lovers. it's a classic trope and i will always love it. the fact that lwj recognized wwx when he came back?? that's true love. lwj is there to support wwx when he doesn't want anyone to see him falling and wwx is there to break down lwj's world, to show that there's more to the world than just blindly following rules. the fact that they went from star-crossed lovers to being married is just the best thing ever. they are filled with all the angst AND they get their happy ending.
On to my non-canon couples (they are kept alive in my heart thanks to ao3):
dabihawks (boku no hero academia)
i will say that i have dropped bnha for now (unless two characters die, in which case i'll definitely pick it back up) but that being said, the fact that dabi grew up the child of a hero and turned to villainy while hawks grew up the child of a criminal and turned to heroism? this shit is so poetic. they are parallel lines moving in the opposite direction, ships in the night, opposites attract in such a hellish way. not only is their aesthetic red vs. blue but it's also angel vs. devil - the hero with the wings bathed in the colour of blood vs. the villain with the flames bathed in the colour of the sky. they've got an apollo/icarus vibe that i love so much. there's so much mutual destruction and they had so much potential to be even more insane than they already are.
soukoku (bungou stray dogs)
they are probably my otp of otp's right now, the ones that really kicked the whole red/blue shipping out of control for me. they are idiotic strangers to idiotic frenemies to idiotic enemies to idiotic partners forever. it's so poetic to me that dazai's ability is named no longer human and yet he's the one to bring back chuuya's humanity to him. i just really love that chuuya, who feels so brutally human so much of the time, hosts a god of calamity and can only be brought back to himself by dazai's touch. like point me to a better lvoe story than that? you can't because they are the epitome of catastrophic love. they don't judge one another's actions because they understand one another better than anyone else can. they are each other's weakness and each other's strength. they will destroy one another before anyone else can get the chance.
#rohall#rohreplies#anonymous#sorry for answering this so late#was super busy so i kept chipping away at it whenever i had a moment#i would've added iwaoi and sakuatsu but i'm too sick to think right now#thanks for the wonderful ask bud!#it was so fun to answer!#akatsuki no yona#r: hakyona#cardcaptor sakura#r: syaosaku#inuyashaverse#inuyasha#r: inukag#mdzsverse#r: wangxian#boku no hero academia#r: fried chicken#bsdverse#r: soukoku#i added a 'read more' bc it got pretty lengthy
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Book Recs!
One of the activities I started doing again this year was reading books, something I haven’t regularly done in a long time. Now that I’ve read over 52 of them so far this year, I wanted to recommend my absolute favorites!
The Him/Us/Epic Series: This was my first M/M book(s) I’ve read and it far exceeded my expectations. If you’re a fan of open door hockey romances, best friends to enemies? to best friends to lovers, and some sweet angst tossed in for good measure, you’ll throughly enjoy (also I’ve spent time in the real town the main location of the first book takes place in and it really is just as described). Plus there’s a whole other side series for some characters we meet in Us!
The Cheat Sheet: A closed door, best friends to lovers, sweet and fluffy romance between an NFL quarterback trying to get his best friend dance instructor to fall in love with him. These two are too fucking cute.
The Edens Series (Christmas in Quincy (prequel), Indigo Ridge, Juniper Hill, Garnet Flats): Favorite series this year hands down. Open door small town romances following the Eden siblings with just about every trope in the book. Bodyguards, ranchers, chefs, MMA fighters, badass cops and more, I love each pairing in this series as it goes (and there’s 3 more books to go)! The Eden boys can rival the Winchesters. I said what I said.
The Off Campus Series (The Deal, The Mistake, The Score, The Goal, The Legacy): This was a series I started off being a little meh about. But the cocky college hockey boys in these books are more than just good at sex and pretty faces. I loved watching all of the characters grow in this college series and go through real struggles. I especially love The Legacy which is like a timestamp in book form where you get to see how everyone is doing post graduation.
Archer’s Voice: This is the best book I’ve read this year. It is raw and rough. There are dark topics covered. It makes you think and your heart ache in a good way and it ever got me to cry which I never do. It’s incredibly interesting to read a story about a man finding his voice when he can’t actually speak.
Honorable Mention - Anxious People: This is not a romance unlike everything else on this list. The writing style is strange with some very short chapters, some very long chapters, and a partially unreliable narrator. But I love how the author uses the reader’s own mind against them to make it hard to figure out what’s going on. The gist is multiple people get held hostage while at an apartment showing. But there’s a lot more to it than that. Fair warning, this one deals with some dark topics as well.
I read plenty of other great books, and a few duds, so far. Not sure if any of y’all are big book readers but I wanted to share in case anyone wanted to treat themselves for the holidays!
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Omg I love your blog 🥺 could I get a scenario or one shot with iwaizumi or Sakusa (or honestly any character you’d like!) where u run into each other at every tournament and it started out as a bitter rivalry but then they got rly worried bc u got hurt and they’re like “why do I care!?” Does that make sense? Ahaha 😅
~ just why do you keep running into the guy you hate most, especially when he equally hates your guts as well?
format: One-Shot
genre: fluff
- includes: Iwaizumi Hajime
Warning(s): swearing, slight mention of blood, enemies to lovers trope
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“Oh look, my best friend’s here.”
“Fuck off.”
A sarcastic grin tickles your lips as you place a hand over your chest, pouting mock-affectionately as the dark haired spiker wipes at his sweaty neck with a damp towel. You adjust the gym bag on your arm as the rest of your team begins to warm up, already used to this turn of events.
“Aw, Iwa! You always manage to warm my cold, dead heart. If you have a crush on me, just say so. Are you some kind of stalker?”
“Hah? A stalker? You wish.” Iwaizumi stands as the red-headed one and popular brunette behind him stifle their amused laughter into their fists. “Who would like looking at your ugly mug all day?”
The spiker’s failed attempt to intimidate you with his height had your smile widening in challenge, the insult not hurting a bit. In fact, you lean a little closer, fake sniffing as if he had genuinely hurt your feelings.
“Yep. I definitely want this temperamental six year old in the body of a seventeen year old to show an ounce of interest in me. How’d you know?”
“How can I not show interest in things that perturb me?”
“So you are interested.” You wink. “Don’t hurt your pretty little head over using words that are too complicated for your brain.” You lean around him to shoot a sweet smile to his teammates, ignoring the flash of irritation across Iwa’s face.
“Issei, Oikawa, Hiro!” You flash a thumbs up, your pretty smile almost blinding. “You guys were cool.”
“Y/N-chan~ you’re such an angel!”
“Angel my ass.”
“Oh. You’re still here.” Your voice falls dejected as Iwaizumi gains an irk mark on his forehead. Glancing back at your team, you smile and wave at the other three. “Gotta go warm up, cheer for me!”
“Good luck!” Matsukawa calls after you, merely grinning when Iwaizumi shoots him an irritated stare.
“Not gonna wish the love of your life a good game?” Hanamaki questions, already beginning to walk off while smirking into his water bottle as his dark-haired friend merely scoffs. The teasing from his trio of “friends” wasn’t anything new.
“I don’t think that thing is capable of loving.”
“Yeah yeah, you love her, we get it.”
Iwaizumi groaned inwardly, sitting down tiredly on the bleachers to rest up as your team littered your side of the net. His jaw clenched when you offered him a lazy wave, kneeling slightly in your position as a libero.
There were many things Iwaizumi had could say about your character or even the irritating smile on your lips at his blatant annoyance, but he couldn’t deny how well your team mixed. Oikawa whistled lowly as Hanamaki absently mentions to Matsukawa about how the other team hardly stood a chance.
Iwaizumi blinks, feeling a pit of annoyance in his gut as the boys in the stands whistled at every save you made, the pit deepening even further at the smile you cast in their direction.
“You’ll get frown marks Iwa-Chan!”
“Shut the hell-”
“Oh shit! Y/N!”
Iwaizumi’s head whips back in the direction of your match at the sound of Hanamaki’s exclamation just in time for the collision.
And then his breath caught in his breath so abruptly he almost choked.
You clutched your ankle, teeth biting so deep into your lip so hard Iwa swore he could see a bead of blood as you withheld an obvious wail of pain. Your teammate knelt by your side with a hand clamped over her mouth in shock, Iwa being able to make out from your teammates’ panic that someone had accidentally shoved you so hard to the side you swore you heard your ankle snap in an attempt to stabilize yourself.
“Y/N-chan!”
“Is she okay?”
But Iwa wasn’t listening, all distaste for you seeming to drown out of his system as he wondered,
wondered why the hell he cared so much about the girl who tried her hardest to get under his skin. Your witty retorts, your wide grin, the softness of your irises, and the pang in his chest every time you jokingly bumped your shoulder against his in passing-
that same girl who’s cheeks were now shining with spilled tears causing him to rise to his feet.
“Oi Iwaizumi, where are you going?”
He didn’t spare a glance to your teammates as they silently made way for the wide-shouldered spiker, dark eyes assessing the damage as he bent down, swooping you up into his arms as if you hadn’t weighed a thing. He ignored the stares and wolf whistles from his team as he hurried out of the gym and in the direction of the infirmary towards the specialists who were trained for these events, heart tugging at the sound of your whimpers.
“I’ve had dreams about this.” You mumble, eyes clenched shut as tears built up on your closed eyelids, arms wrapping around his neck tighter as you buried your face in his neck. “Please be hot, that’s all I’m asking for.”
“You’re still joking at a time like this?” Iwa’s voice cracks at the proximity, wondering why on earth his chest was pounding in his ears as your eyes shot open. Immediately, you begin to squirm, your face heating up as Iwaizumi continues his hurried stride, barely sparing you a glance.
“You’re taking me?”
“No.”
“Don’t be sarcastic with me!”
Iwaizumi leans his head in the opposite direction, away from the volume of your voice, but he couldn’t stop the slight tilt of amusement on the right side of his lips as you seemed distracted by the obvious pain in your ankle. Mission successful.
He ignores your protests to set you down, frowning at your claims to wanting anyone else to have taken you. Even the brunette one.
“See, now that’s just plain insulting.” Iwa’s eyes narrow at you as he finally sets you down on one of the cots, about to walk off to find the doctor before a hand weakly tugs at the bottom of his jersey.
“....I think they’ll come soon. Can you...just stay? Just until they come?”
Iwaizumi blinked. Then blinked again.
Iwaizumi clears his throat, recovering from his shock before pulling up a stool and grabbing a nearby first aid kit. He tilted your chin up with his fingers, his gentle touch causing your cheeks to flare up as your eyes took on a vulnerable edge.
“Why do you hate me so much?” It was genuine curiosity, anything to alleviate the strange heaviness in his chest when he acknowledged that fact that you despised him so.
Your eyes widen at the sudden attack, wincing a little as the cotton pad dabs at your lips, soaked in alcohol. “Why do you?”
“I don’t hate you.”
“Oh-”
“I just think you’re annoying as hell.”
“Well I think that not a single thought goes on behind those pretty eyes.”
“So you think my eyes are pretty?”
The silence is heavy as you shake your head no quickly, causing Iwa to click his tongue and scold you to stay still as he keeps his eyes trained on your-
oh god he’s looking at your lips.
“Yes.” You’re almost whispering, shyly avoiding his widened gaze as you lean away from him.
He stumbles over his words at your direct response, unprepared for the way in which you lean a little further back, eyes nervous and not at all the sarcastic gleam he knows as he swallows back the lump in his throat.
“Well,” and then his hand is cupping the side of your face as he tugs you closer, confusion swirling in his head as his heart surges him forward, practically mumbling against your lips in a daze before he could stop himself.
“I think you’re prettier.”
He wanted to smirk at how he could practically see smoke puff out of your head.
“Even if you hate me?”
“I’m honestly not sure I ever did.”
The distance is closed by you, a hand coming up to run your fingers through his dark locks as his thumb strokes your cheek, lips moving feverishly together as you attempt to pull back-
If he let you go, would you go back to hating one another?
only for him to kiss you back even harder as if he was satiating some sort of hunger, a smile growing on your lips before a shot of pain shoots through your leg, bringing you back to reality as you whine against his lips. Iwaizumi gasps, ignoring your giggles and assuring words that you’re fine, carefully laying you down on your back while elevating your ankle.
“Y/N.”
“First name basis? Look at us skipping all the necessary steps.” you tug your hair out of it’s knot, attempting to redo it with a hair tie between your lips as the pain in your ankle falls to a dull throb.
“What did....are we...?”
“Does the Iwaizumi Hajime want to know if we’re a thing or not?” Your smile has his cheeks flushing, stare becoming irritated.
“Oi. Nevermi-”
“Yes, idiot. Now run along and fetch my things, will you?”
He rolls his eyes at your playful wink, ensuring your injured ankle was positioned properly before beginning to exit the infirmary-
“And Iwa?”
“What is it, doll?”
Your chest leaps at the nickname, Iwaizumi beginning to smirk at the change in expression on your face before you clear your throat.
“Thank you.”
It was one of the most sincere things you had ever said to him.
Your unexpected boyfriend kissed you on the lips a second time after a few strides, any confusion within him seeming nonexistent as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. The way you gazed up at him had his chest doing somersaults, wondering if you were both just denying the attraction you felt towards one another before fate took its turn.
“Nah, I should be thanking you.”
“For what?”
“Hurting your ankle-”
“Get out.”
Iwa’s feeling like an idiot with the lilt to his lips when the door slides shut and something hits the door where his head would have been, the slight smile fading back to his usual scowl at the sight before him.
His three friends had identical grins on their faces, Matsukawa holding a #1 fan balloon and Hanamaki decked out in merch from your school. He narrows his eyes at the bouquet of flowers tucked behind Oikawa’s back. All obviously from the themed store of the tournament.
Guess he didn’t need to worry about whether or not you would enjoy his idiotic friends’ company.
“So you're whipped. Didn’t see that one coming.”
“Whatever.”
“Iwa, where are you going?”
“...to go get her things.”
“You so love her.”
“Shut the hell up and don’t enter her room until I get back.”
It was only when the dark-haired spiker turned the corner, looking behind and in front of him before his back hits a nearby wall as he attempts to calm his heartbeat, swearing he had never felt such a wild surge of energy through his veins as his lips tingled with the taste of you. He sighs, touching the hair tie that he stole from you when he kissed you a second time from within his pocket, wondering just when his hatred melted into the exact opposite.
He was so whipped.
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Hello !
I was wondering whether you could rate and tell us of your top 5 favourite webnovels/cnovels of all time ?! (Sorry if this has already been answered lol😅)
Thank you, stay safe and have a nice day🖤
Awww, thank you and that is such a lovely ask!!!
From n1 to n5, here they are (they happen to be all danmei.)
1. The Husky and His White Cat Shizun (2ha) - my n1 forever and ever.
Taxian Jun, the horrific cultivation emperor of the world who razed cities and destroyed sects, is surrounded on his mountain. The righteous sects are terrified to confront him but tired of living, Taxian Jun consumes poison and dies by suicide at the age of 32. And opens his eyes as 16 year old Mo Ran, Mo Ran long before he became Taxian Jun, Mo Ran who is excited at a chance to save the one person he loved and lost. Oh, and to deal with his loathed shizun, the unapproachable and strict Chu Wanning, his past life’s biggest enemy.
I have no idea if it’s objectively the best on this list but it hits every trope I love, its bleak worldview (the world will change only incrementally but that’s enough, average person will not appreciate the sacrifice but it’s still worthwhile, and love is worth everything) mirrors mine, and the sheer complexity of the plot and cascade of plot twists each of which is insane and yet completely logical, is amazing (this is a rare novel where it’s even more fun to reread than read for the first time because you keep seeing all the hints and trail crumbs laid out that you did not see the first time.)
And the characters!!! I mean, this novel has multiple universes/timelines, a side trip to the Underworld AND the demon realm, a plot more twisted than a store’s worth of pretzels and yet the thing that hits me the most are the characters. Mo Ran is my favorite web novel character of all time and I love Chu Wanning so. All the secondary characters are wonderfully written (and some of them made me bawl) and they are all complex. My opinion of all of them changed many times over; the novel doesn’t make it easy to love some of them but then you do and it’s so worthwhile! That slow change is one of the delights of the novel - I started out disliking the unpleasant, superior Chu Wanning and cruel, callow Mo Ran and then I loved them so so hard and cried for them so so hard and was in awe of their heroism and sacrifice and selflessness and capacity to love.
Oh, and the fact that this novel does something almost impossible - it has its protagonist start out as so clearly irredeemable and then slowly and painfully and thoroughly redeems him (without ever letting the reader forget what it is he needs redemption for.)
Also, for a novel that made me cry so hard I felt ill, this book is just so damn funny with the most sarcastic sense of humor imaginable (the serious angst doesn’t even kick in until 90+ chapters!)
Anyway I should stop or I will write a dissertation. But this is the one web novel that I would put in my top 5 not just web novels but any novels in any shape or form. The plentiful trigger warnings are there for a reason so stay away if they are an issue, but if not, if anyone hasn’t read it yet, what are you doing with your life?!
2. Stains of Filth (Yuwu) - another novel by the author of 2ha. Clearly she just pushes all my buttons every time. This one is much shorter and has a plot that is twisty but less twisty than 2ha. Still, all that means is that intensity and the pain are more concentrated.
Aristocratic Mo Xi and former slave Gu Mang were both legendary generals of the empire and lovers. But Gu Mang betrayed the country and switched to the enemy. Now he is back as a peace offering by that country and Mo Xi has to deal with the fact that his feelings are as strong as ever.
This novel!!! So much pain and intensity!!! So many amazing plot twists and supporting characters. The same bleak world view, the same unjust society, the same protagonists doing right things despite the cost. Mo Xi’s intensity and inability to let go (he’s imprinted on Gu Mang and that’s it) is romantic, bone-shakingly intense, and tragic all at once. And oh Gu Mang! So many times I just wanted to reach into the book physically to protect him. The novel deals with unjust societies, memory versus personality, what it’s like to be good in a bad universe etc. And it both made me sob and giggle, repeatedly, and sold me on literally death-defying (but not honor-defying!) love.
Oh, and special shout out to the fact that like 2ha, you may start out hating some characters and end up a rabid fangirl (cough Murong Lian!)
3. Qiang Jin Jiu - a dense political tome that takes a while to get going but then it’s a runaway train.
In a fictional dynasty, Shen Zechuan, the only remaining son of a disgraced aristocratic family and Xiao Chiye, the younger son of a family of generals guarding the border join forces (and then something else) to get power and pull down the dysfunctional system.
This is so elegant and smart (a rare web novel I’d recommend to anyone who just loves solid period fiction) and you probably need a notebook to keep track of the politics and military strategy. These characters are very very smart not just because the author says so.
As to the characters, there is a large cast and I love many of them, but for me the novel is made by Shen Zechuan and Xiao Chiye. SZC is gorgeous and delicate and icy and can kill you before you have time to blink. Saddled with the sins of the family he had no pleasant interaction with, he claws his way out of hell (seeing the sinkhole he was trapped in, literally as well) to take down those who wronged him but also to amass power so all the tragedy and corruption won’t happen again and the whole rotten system comes crashing down. XCY is a military genius who is trapped as a hostage in the capital because the court doesn’t trust his family. He longs to return to the plains of home and to take his rightful place. The two men start out as bitter enemies, then reluctant and sniping allies, then as friends and eventually as one of the most gorgeous, tender, swoony OTPs.
Anyway this is one is a bona fide masterpiece, equal parts smart and emotionally intense.
4. Wu Chang Jie - are you an emotional vampire? I am and this novel is a banquet.
In a highly fantastical setting, we meet our protagonists - the sunny Xie Bian and the intense and surly Fan Wushe. Xie Bian is a human who assists his master in conveying souls to the underworld and making sure no mishaps happen. Bian is concentrated sunshine in human form and to meet him is to love him. When the novel opens, his drunk master brings back another human to be his shidi and assist with duties - said human is uncommunicative, intense and surly Wushe. Bian is excited to have a shidi but little does he know that a story dealing with the horrors of past lifetime is about to start.
Anyway, why WCJ? So many reasons. It has such a dark bleak worldview - this world is a horrifying system where powerful cannibalize each other’s cores for an impossible chance to ascend, where gods have sealed off their realm and all that’s left is neverending human misery and hell (the only way you’d see a deity is if they’d been sent down to suffer over and over and over), where even reincarnation doesn’t fix things and bad acts are often unpunished. And the novel then asks - is it worth being a good person in such a world? More, is it worth being a good person in such a world when nothing good has ever happened to you and you have been repeatedly betrayed due to your goodness? And the answer, on Bian’s part, is an uncompromising yes.
Ah yes, the other reason to love this novel - the protagonists and their fucked up fucked up relationship. Bian (who was Prince Ziheng in the past life) is so genuinely good. But he is that rare thing - good but not saintly, noble but not cloying. So much of the novel is his getting taken apart over and over and barely able to put himself back together every time but his soul is still as amazing as ever.
And then there is Wushe (who was Prince Zixiao in past life, Ziheng’s not-bio-related brother.) Wushe is not a good person. He is a monster. And he loves Bian/Ziheng more than his life and his soul and the entire world but he’s also the one who hurt him more than anyone else ever could and did it over and over. His love survived a literal century of torture in the worst kind of hell and refused the usual memory loss of new life. But it also humiliated and broke Ziheng down to his constituent parts.
One of the things that is so fascinating to me about this novel is the question of what can be forgiven/what should be forgiven/what kind of expiation is enough/can you ever love someone who you loved so much and then he hurt you so badly and is now repentant? And it never sweeps trauma under the rug or hand waves it away but deals with it head on.
If you want healthy relationships, you should stay far away from this novel but if intense insane ones with a feral barely human one capable of destroying the world leashed by love and guilt to the sane deeply good one is your bag, come right in.
There is also the world building and the fact that yes, the big fall out between Ziheng x Zixiao is based on not knowing all the facts but it’s not “why can’t you talk?! This is dumb!” But is totally in keeping with both events and their characters. It’s reasonable for Ziheng to do what he does and for Zixiao to misunderstand and decide Ziheng is now his biggest enemy (but still one he’s fixated on) and for Ziheng to never be able to clarify.
Anyway, once again this is trigger warning central so please heed those, but if they are no issue, this one is wonderful.
5. OK, this is hard and switches between Sha Po Lang, Heaven Official’s Blessing and The Golden Stage depending on my mood. So what the hell, I am gonna write about all of them.
Sha Po Lang - so smart and so much clever world building. There is enough politicking to satisfy a Qiang Jin Jiu fan, it’s steampunk, and our two protagonists - Gu Yun, the empire’s most powerful general, who’s loyal to the empire despite being badly wronged by it, and Chang Geng, a cursed prince with barbarian blood and horrifying childhood - are wonderful separately and together. This is a huge slow burn but it’s totally worth it! They fall in love with each other’s hearts and brains and ability as much as anything. (Yes, this is the one with the yifu thing. Gu Yun is made Chang Geng’s foster father when he rescues him and brings him back to the capital as a way to keep CG safe in imperial strife. They are 12 and 19 at the time so clearly it’s never a parental relationship.)
Heaven Official’s Blessing (TCGF) - I love it’s sprawling narrative and cast, I love its inventive setting and picaresque story. It’s hilarious and can make me cry. But the novel’s place on this list is due to Xie Lian who is part Kenshin part drama WWX part pure goodness wrapped in heartbreak and trauma wrapped in sunshine.
The Golden Stage - two smart and principled (yes, they both have principles different though they may be) men navigate their arranged marriage, their past friendship and their past break up, become a super couple (one of the healthiest danmei couples I’ve ever read and proves healthy doesn’t have to be boring), save the country and bring down the emperor or two and just generally this is my rainy day book.
I guess I didn’t write as much for the three n5 candidates as I did for 1-4 but my brain is beginning to curdle so...
#cnovel#heaven official's blessing#2ha#yuwu#sha po lang#qiang jin jiu#wu chang jie#the golden stage#tcgf#asks
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Fic Roundup (up to 9/26/21)
I'm gonna start collecting fics I've read recently to recommend them, because making trope lists takes too long and many fics fall by the wayside. Let me know if you like this new format!
The fandoms in this list are as follows: Marvel (SamBucky, HTP, SpideyPool, WinterHawk, WinterIron, Stony, Stucky, SpiderShield), DCU (Bane/Blake), Inception (Arthur/Eames), Teen Wolf (Sterek).
A * signifies a particular favorite (though I love all these fics)
Marvel
Sam/Bucky
double back by flowermasters (E, 12K, Post-Endgame, Time Loop, Time Travel)
Sam gets stuck in a time loop. In 1943.
Things could be worse, but they could certainly be better.
Companion piece here: quick time
I'll explain everything to the geese by napricot (Post-Endgame, E, 50K, Sam can talk to birds)
Bucky is so competent that it hurts my feelings is not a rational complaint to have about a person, and yet, after a year of being Captain America and partnering up with Bucky for the new and improved, post-Blip Avengers, that’s kinda how Sam’s feeling.
It’s not great. It maybe leads to Sam making some rash, ill-advised decisions like claiming he has a previously undisclosed superpower, and then getting caught in a web of lies when he ends up actually developing that surprisingly inconvenient superpower. Talking to birds had seemed like a harmless superpower, but it turns out that birds have a lot of opinions, and they don’t hesitate to tell Sam about them, especially when it comes to his supposedly subpar courting skills. Which is ridiculous, because Sam isn’t courting Bucky. Right?
Rumlow/Bucky
**blueprints for a better world series by itallstartedwithdefenestration @astralhux (CATWS, Post-CATWS, Noncon, E, 115K, Dark Main Character)
When Pierce discovers the asset is no longer capable of getting himself hard during recreational use, he tells Rumlow to figure out what the problem is, and to fix it. The solution turns out to be more complicated than anyone expected.
I can't recommend this series enough
Peter/Wade
*Dead Men Walking series by doctorestranged @lazystrawberrymilkshakes (E, 235K, Identity Porn, Slow Burn)
When a series of murders take place, Peter Parker goes undercover in Sister Margaret’s to get intel on Tony Stark’s prime suspect: Deadpool. Peter goes in hoping to get enough information so that Spider-Man can save the day, but like everything in Peter’s life, it becomes a bit more complicated than that and it soon becomes apparent that he might not be the best fit for the job.
All About Chemistry by TwiceBakedPotato @sedatedkoala (No Powers AU, M, CNTW, 74K, Teacher-Student Relationship, Slow Build)
After serving his 20 years in the Marine Corps, Wade Wilson is cashing in his GI Bill and going back to college. He feels like the old man on campus, but that doesn't matter. He likes his classes. He likes learning. And he especially likes his Chemistry professor with the messy brown hair.
Clint/Bucky
Making Me A Habit by Kangofu_CB @kangofu-cb (No Powers AU, T, 20K, Pet Store, Slow Burn, Pining, Misunderstandings)
Bucky is a disabled vet struggling with reintegrating into civilian life. He has a routine and a rhythm, and he doesn't like to let anything - big or small - disrupt it. That all changes the day Bucky finds himself inside CATastrophe, the local pet rescue, recovering from a panic attack in the back room of the shop.
He’s used to walking by the place, not visiting, but the next thing Bucky knows, he’s hanging signs and being used as a climbing tree for a bunch of freshly-acquired kittens. And he just...keeps going back. First for the kittens, then for the disaster shop owner who rescues actual kittens from actual trees and teaches archery as a side-gig, and eventually because he’s hopelessly in love.
(Clint was in love before Bucky ever walked in the door.)
*Nameless by AvaKelly (Post-CATWS, M, 101K, Time Travel, Time Loop, Slow Burn)
A gun is pointed at him before he can even move from his position, the Soldier's metal arm steady in its aim. Clint sighs.
"Nemo," Clint says. "It's tattooed on your wrist, right here," he lifts his right hand and taps his left index finger where his palm ends.
The Soldier's eyes widen. "How do you know this?"
"I put it there."
Glitter, G-Strings and Other Mission Hazards by flawedamythyst @flawedamythyst (T, 16K, Undercover, Stripper Clint)
“Which is why you need me to shake my booty for cash,” said Clint.
“Precisely,” said Coulson. “You’re the only agent we have who wouldn’t need additional training in the skills of an exotic dancer to take on the mission, and we want to get someone in there as soon as possible.”
Clint nodded, shutting the file. “Okay, awesome. I’ll dig out my sequined g-string.”
“You’ll have full access to requisition any costumes you might need,” said Coulson.
A mission requires Bucky to be Clint's back-up as he goes undercover as a stripper, which gets more difficult with every new costume he comes out in.
Paternal Error by EVVS @skylarkevanson (Post-CATWS, T, 33K, Kid Fic, Established Relationship)
Bucky has never once thought of being a parent. Not since the Winter Solider happened.
Until he falls in love with Clint Barton. And that idiot just keeps collecting children for his flock.
Now Bucky has to pretend like he's good at parenting.
Bucky/Tony
Forms of Love by bear_bell (Post-CACW, E, 33K, Split Personalities)
Months after the Avengers' dispute in Germany, the team returns to the US and moves back into the tower. As always, everyone pretends that nothing happened. Tony is just fine with this. He's used to pretending, and he'll be damned if he lets any of them see him flinch.
Tony's the bad guy, after all. He's used to it. He's fine with it. He's good at it.
Only now, there's something far worse loitering around the tower - The Winter Soldier. No one notices the guy at first, but when they do, Tony figures that he should have the soldier's back.
Birds of a feather should flock together, and the bad guys should start a book club.
Steve/Tony
While You Were Sleeping by betheflame @betheflame (No Powers AU, M, 65K, While You Were Sleeping AU)
It's been years since Steve Grant Rogers Drysdale has spoken to his twin, Ransom. So it was quite a shock when he was summoned to a hospital and found out that Ransom was in a coma.
Even more shocking? That Ransom is engaged. To Tony Stark.
Steve/Bucky
The Road Goes Ever On And On by PipGraham (Omegaverse AU, M, Noncon, Graphic Violence, 20K, Road Trip, Pre-Serum Steve, Past Domestic Violence)
When Brock's continued domestic abuse puts not only Steve's life in danger, but also that of his unborn pup, he flees into the night with just a small backpack of clothes and almost no money to his name.
Steve quickly runs into trouble as he tries to embark on a 3-day cross-country bus journey back home to New York City.
He meets a kind veteran when he most needs a helping hand.
Just Words by LadyRazzle (crimegimp) @ladyrazzle (Pre-CATFA, Soulmate AU, T, 2K, Fluff)
Inspired by that now legendary post: "soulmate AU where you wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you meet them." Well what if they appear the moment you turn 18, rather than just the day? And what if by the time you turn 18, you'd already fallen in love?
Bucky wasn’t eager to discover what the words said. He already knew what he wanted them to say. He always had.
Peter/Steve
Forgetting It's There by spinstitcher (stygian) (NR, 8K, Crack, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Porn)
“You’re Captain America,” he blurts out.
“What?” says Captain America, looking a little wide-eyed. He casts a nervous glance at the girl at the counter – he has nothing to worry about there, she’s rocking out to her iPod and could care less what they’re talking about – and says, “No, uh, Steve, it’s just, I’m Steve.”
“Right,” says Peter, and then because his brain-to-mouth filter had apparently been completely destroyed in the fight on Oscorp Tower: “Hey, your butt really is as tight as it looks on TV.”
DCU
Bane/Blake
7 Deadly Ass(as)sins by teacuphuman @teacuphuman09 (AU, E, 23K, BDSM)
Bane and Barsad own a sex shop and John needs a job.
Straws by Menirva (Bane/Blake/Barsad, AU, E, 38K, BDSM)
John works in a smoothie shop.
He has a knack, a second sense if you will, for being able to look at a person and know what they're going to order. It's not the most spectacular gift in the world but he likes being able to figure people out and he's never wrong.
Except for this scruffy asshole who is clearly just ordering the wrong thing to fuck with him.
How is he even finishing an extra-large?
Inception
Aurthur/Eames
Rough Trade by Whisky (whiskyrunner) @whiskyrunner (AU, E, 23K, Internalized Homophobia)
Arthur is an investment banker. He is professional and efficient. He's a halfway decent cook. He's totally independent and has been since the age of eighteen. Maybe he's tired all the time because he works about ninety hours a week which is twice what normal people do, but he's rich and he's competent at his job. He's almost thirty, and already a success.
And there are some things Arthur is not. For instance: Arthur is not gay.
Lucky by earlgreytea68 @earlgreytea68 (M, 37K, Kid fic)
Arthur finds a baby.
Teen Wolf
Stiles/Derek
Cut to the Bone by standinginanicedress (Omegaverse AU, E, 112K, Secret Relationship, Enemies to Lovers kinda)
“Not that it’s any of your god damn business, but my name is Stiles. Do you need something?”
The alpha grins. All teeth, shiny white, straight as an arrow. He’s got this sculpted perfection to him that Stiles is sure has worked on all the omegas he’s ever encountered before, but Stiles stands his ground and narrows his eyes. “A date.”
Stiles looks him up and down, slowly, from the black shoes on his feet, to his uniform khakis and blazer littered with pins, to his face. He frowns, makes a face, and says, “pass.”
Cornerstone by Vendelin (Human AU, E, 83K, Marine Derek, Blind Stiles, Friends to Lovers)
Suffering from PTSD, ex-Marine Derek Hale moves back to Beacon Hills to open a bookshop and find a calmer life. That’s where he meets Stiles, completely by accident. Stiles is talkative, charming and curious. Somehow, despite the fact that he’s blind, he’s able to read Derek like no one else.
Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll, Rahciach (AU, Graphic Violence, E, 76K, Captivity, Feral Derek)
"Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf." An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.
The Payoff Pitch by Leslie_Knope (Sports AU, E, 83K, Coming Out, Friends to Lovers)
Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He’s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.
But then he meets Stiles.
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