#anyways i'm watching this from fawn's pov

[wolfavens]

night night, little donovans 🥹

[zaiban2989]

BNHA S2 EP24 - Katsuki Bakugou: Origin

Or final exam battle: Deku/Kacchan vs. All Might.

*takes a deep breath* I have SO many fucking emotions when it comes to this episode. Honestly, I'm trying hard not to cry like the emo bitch I am right now lol Fuck... Okay. 😑 This post is going to be fucking long and all over the place and I apologize in advance.

Let me actually begin with the ending of ep23 where we have both Deku & Kacchan's voicing the preview and that fucker talks over Deku and shit, yelling "PLUS ULTRAAAA" and you hear Deku little "Traaa?" at the end, hkdmqmmsd that's so fucking funny.

Now for the real shit. Man rewatching that fight after being caught up on both s6 and the scans? Yeah, my heart can't take that stuff...😫

All Might is our top bkdk shipper, man. Apart from Aizawa, he's probably the only other adult really seeing what the relationship between Izuku and Katsuki can truly become (gotta love Aizawa for being so observant and forcing them to team up btw). That fight against AM is truly the first big step in mending their broken relationship, eh.

(my mind's a fucking whirlwind and I'm trying hard to be coherent, bear with me)

I'm thinking of something as stupid as this but... look at the distance between them here - and compare it to how it's going to be after s6 and Kats' apology? That dude has grown so fucking much and it shows even in his placement next to Izuku lmao *damn*

We start that ep with Kats' POV and all his anger and frustration towards Deku making progress right? He's set on winning that shit on his own, refusing to cooperate and telling Deku to not follow him (yeah my dude we know you'd die if the nerd didn't follow you anymore). All in all, it's a freaking bad start when facing All Might, we even have that scene where he's yelling at Deku and Deku is yelling back "STOP YELLING! It's because you do that we can never have a normal conversation!" and boy... 😫

Since we all know Katsuki's an overthinker (how he's been bottling shit up after 'ending All Might's career?) and that he is obsessed with the nerd, he's probably been thinking about this too, "If I start yelling we won't be able to talk" so he actually starts the convo softly during Deku vs Kacchan part2, like hello?!

Ahem. Anyways, what's also interesting is that moment where they knock each other out because they aren't working together at all. Katsuki is only thinking of charging to AM to defeat him and win while Izuku is literally too intimidated by his idol and wants to run away. They don't even think about each other and what the other is planning to do, hence the clashing. It's so great to actually see this because it brings out their cooperation (later in the episode but also in the whole series) and how they're really a fucking 'wonder duo' when they do work together. Once the relationship is on the way to being mended and they start seeing each other as rivals (see movie 2 Heroes Rising for instance), we actually see how much they're in synch, they don't even have to fucking talk to one another to understand what the other is thinking or planning next and it's just so fucking amazing man... Like really, that connection they have on the battlefield is ridiculous.🧡💚

(sorry the fucking screen cap is hilarious lmao it's like they're lining up in the air to dance or something omfg I'm sorry rlekrjemzrmzer)

Moving on to when Deku is stuck under a fence cuz AM is an asshole djdmmds he literally just fucking broke Kats' ribs or something, the dude is puking, like what the hell...

Anyways we got Deku's flashbacks of their childhood and him fawning over Kacchan. "I always admired you for that [winning]" - and I don't know, but have you guys noticed how Izuku's memories are always about Kacchan and his admiration for him, like he'd be following him around spying on him, just watching him with stars in his eyes the whole fucking time - THIS is what's in Izuku's mind everytime he thinks of their childhood and at the opposite end what do we have? Katsuki hung on the damn river scene OVER AND OVER AGAIN. The contrasts is crazy and it holds so much meaning aaaah 😖🧡💚 I love Hori so much for this, man.

We move to Izuku punching Kacchan in the face to save his ass and run away in an alley, literally hopping like a bunny (pyon pyon) and they have a sorta normal convo (yeah Kats is still yelling and exploding a wall but eh I call that progress). Then they face AM again and tadaaaaa we have another scene of Katsuki's crying face and WHY? Because he's fucking frustrated! When I tell you guys that dude only cries like this when he's frustrated and only in front of Deku and AM (for the record, that's up till he's accepting all of his feelings for Izu and Izu's love for him in the latest scans... *cries thinking of it*)

I think that's also when he's slowly but surely starting to accept that yeah he's eventually going to have to cooperate with Deku, not just for this fight but in the future too. Right now it's still too raw, his inferiority complex is still too present and yeah... but we'll get there, won't we? 🧡

Anyways, Katsuki Bakugou's Physical strength appreciation moment because... Fuck, even Izuku is astonished by the weight and strength of that dude's gauntlet and Kacchan is moving around and blasting that shit like it's a piece of cake, like what?!?! 😲🔥 Hot.

(our baby is so cute and hot with his bf's gauntlet I swear 💚)

Also this episode is literally the introduction of "Win to Save" vs "Save to Win" in a way, because it focuses on Katsuki's 'Origin'. Like I said, that episode is so fucking important for Deku vs Kacchan pt2 *sigh*

Win to save 🧡

Save to win 💚

There are still so many things I wanna say about this ep but damn it's already way too long as is it lmao Let me just end with how AM really doesn't give a shit about injuring his students hdmqmdlq the way he fucking pushed himself to Deku and broke his fucking back? Like damn man, any normal dude could have died of just that lol

All Might ending this post with this 👇🏼💚🧡

Now let me go cry my heart out cuz this episode fucked me up

Bonus: I forgot to add my fav scene hdlkdezmdeoe "I'm gonna send you flying!"

[aajjks]

TC!JK “Oh sweetie.. don’t ask too many questions, but let’s just say that I have found a way to annul this betrothal.”

“What?... Are you serious? I'm so happy baby.” she cups his face happily.

She doesn't put much emphasis on that incident. She'll get to know herself anyway.

“Yn my love you know you don’t have to be scared of me, right? I would never hurt you.”

“Oh no, my love. I know you'd never hurt me. At the end of the day, you're my Jungkook. You should be the one to be scared of me.” she says but he doesn't really pay attention to that last part thinking that she's just messing around with him.

He doesn't really Have to know everything. Whatever she did it was to claim what's hers and because she loves him.

“I’m going to be King soon you know my father is really sick and you’re carrying my heir. You’re really important to me because I love you so take care of yourself. I have to go now OK?”

“Going so soon? I already miss you and you haven't even left yet.”

She pecks his lips.

“Me and the baby love you too. And we'll miss you A Lot so come back to us soon.”

After that he exits the small space leaving Yn alone.

She goes outside after a few minutes to make sure no one suspects anything.

Just as she was about to take a turn her body collides with another making the other fall down.

“I'm so sorry. Are you alright?” she says offering the girl her hand.

She accepts it and judging by her face, isn't really mad at her.

“It's okay. I should have been more careful. I am supposed to help the Princess wash up. You know she's one bratty bitch. Always demanding to be treated like a goddess or something. So annoying.” the girl says.

Poor girl, Yn thinks.

“Oh if you want then I can do it for you this time. You already look so tired.”

“Ahh you don't have to.”

“Please. A little rest wouldn't hurt you.”

Finally the girl agrees to let her do the job. Yn makes her way to the Princess's chamber excited to see her state up close with her own two eyes.

She knocks on the door.

“COME IN!”

Li Xui's POV

She was sitting on her bed clutching her still throbbing head and tear stained face.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming and crying so much earlier.

She doesn't spare the woman a glance and starts undressing to go to the bathroom.

The maid comes in shortly after that and starts washing her hair.

Yn's POV

WOW.

Her distorted state is so satisfying to watch. Her hair all tangled up and everything. She looks like the perfect slut she is.

She purposefully tugs on her hair a little to get a reaction out of her.

The Princess winces loudly at that.

“Be gentle you bitch!” she spat at her angrily.

“I'm very sorry, Your Highness.”

This is just the beginning. There's a lot she's about to experience tomorrow. This... Is just to prepare her for that.

Jungkook summons his trusted governor as soon as he enters the throne room.

His plan should come to fruitation soon. “Mr Lee. How’s my father health holding up?” He asks, pacing around the golden throne room.

“원자… the king has gotten more sick, I don’t— God forbid but he won’t..” he looks down at the floor.

Jungkooks face remains unchanged. “be with him at all times and report to me every single hour.” He orders, and he’s out of the throne room.

And then he reaches the imperial culinary, all of the servants bow, the girls fawning but jungkook is only looking for one person.

The eunuch,

“come here, seonghwa.” the eunuch is right by his side.

They both come to a private place in the culinary and that’s when,

Jungkook gives him a knowing look. “finish him off tonight.. put the whole poison in his porridge. I want him dead the next morning.”

He will soon have revenge for his mother.

[thesapphicowl]

Lillith X Reader - My Totally Platonic Roommate

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Prompt - Taking place pre-Day Of Unity, Lillith isn't as happy as she thought she'd be living with her mom. Being that she wants to feel independent, Lillith moves in with a lesbian witch who happily takes her in.

Reader Pronouns - She/Her, First person POV

CW - None

Note - Lillith is implied to have feelings for the reader, but nothing outwardly romantic happens...(or does it?)

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"...And that's why they should have funded me for a Deadwardian Era museum! Well, I'm guessing outlaws don't GET funding, but I digress!" That ranting? That's my roommate, Lillith. Ever since she became an outlaw, the pressure became too much for her family back home, so she came to an old childhood friend for help...

"I doubt Belos wants any witch knowing about that era anyways. Why would he fund a project that would actually educate everyone on something so sensitive?" I give her a comforting pat on her shoulder, the raven haired woman sighing heavily and pushing up her glasses. "I guess you're right, (Y/N). I just- it's so interesting to find out all these things about that time! About time pools too! Wouldn't you go to a museum about it?" "Lily dear, I would be a fool of I were to refuse such a wise and beautiful lady as yourself to educate me on such a wild subject." I bow gracefully, earning a giggle from Lillith.

"You're such a charmer, (N/N)! Please," She has to rub the blush off of her face. "Alright alright..." I wink playfully, bringing my focus back on the dishes. It's always nice to hear my roommate fawn over every little thing she can think of as I go about my day. While most would tire easily of hearing the same voice, I could sit for hours just listening to that sappy sweet voice... Watching how her eyes twinkle and sparkle like crystals... Holding her hand as she uses the other to gesture- but don't worry, it's totally platonic!

"But I guess that's enough history for you today..." "Aww, Lily! I'm not even done washing up!" "I have to save at least some new material for later. Otherwise I might actually run out of things to talk about." A little giggle and eye roll escape my lips. "You know (Y/N), I never get to hear about your interests... What exactly are you into?" I pause at her question. "Girls." "I know that!" She lets out a laugh, but her reddish eartips don't slip my attention. "But I never get to hear you go on about just what you do or like. My voice needs a rest from all this talking, you know."

I give the dishes a glance, then her, then the dishes. "Jeez Lily, I never actually thought of just what to talk to you about..." A lie. I could talk about Lillith until the sun dies. Everything that makes her perfect. How determined she is to help... Even if she kinda sucks at what's going on. How she curses out her long hair in the mornings while trying to brush out the tangles. How her black lipstick stains every cup she drinks from and yet... Well, I think these things are platonic.

"How about we watch a documentary together? That way a cool narrator can talk while we relax." I shrug, putting the dishes away. "Oh- uh- you mean now? On the couch? Watching a movie?" I can't exactly get a good glimpse of Lillith, but something tells me she has a smile on her face. "Yeah. I'll even let you pick out what we watch." When I turn back to her, the shine in her eyes could rival the stars of the cosmos. Titan help me, I can't help myself when she gives me those eyes.

"I'll get the movie in!" She rushes off to pick out something to watch, with me following behind rather slowly. It's adorable watching her scan the documentaries we have, with her picking the most surprising one. "You know, I haven't learned that much about what you like, so I'm guessing this is it?" She hands me my personal favorite to watch. "I... Wow, lucky guess. Yeah, we'll watch that one."

It takes a minute of awkward ad watching and couch settling before we finally get into the movie. It's almost surreal that she actually was the one to lean into my side. Today wasn't exactly a busy day, but the setting sun out the window makes it obvious that sleeping would be inevitable. I make her more comfortable by setting her on my lap and stroking her hair.

"Um... (Y/N)?"

"Hm?"

"Are we... Cuddling?"

"Yeah... But it's totally platonic, right?"

"...Yes... Platonic..."

[uponrightful]

If this is greater than 500 or been asked before I'm sorry !!

But what about from Wolffe's POV:

“Please. Look at me.” Unencumbered by the modulator, that low voice sounded clearer than ever. Not even in her dreams could she hear that constant burr all the clones had. Especially Wolffe. Weakened by his command, she tilted her gaze up.

The girl broke into a loud sob.

Bi-colored eyes stared deep into hers, searching past her watery eyes with a fierceness that left her hands fumbling for purchase. On anything. Anywhere. And after a few seconds, her heart decided on his face. Her cries deepened, as she pulled herself closer to him. Burying her face to his exposed neck, all in weakness of seeing that beautiful scar over his face. She saw that golden glitter in his eye, and the soft expression she’d dreamt of over and over again. She felt the heat of his skin against her face, bringing her even closer to the lucid dreams she’s spent the past years of life in just to get one more night of feeling him.

“You found me.” She moaned into his neck, releasing fear-filled cries against him. She just hoped it was real. That he was truly back, and not under that evil influence that had terrified

her for so long. “Please, don’t hurt me again.” She pleaded, gripping harshly at the edges of his armor, pulling him impossibly closer despite her fright. “You found me.”

It was too much all at once. His smell, his voice, the sound of his heart, his arms suddenly wrapping tight around her waist as she fell further into him. She remembered that strength, holding her in the early morning hours, securing her to his bare chest like there was nowhere in the galaxy he’d rather be. Protecting her, and silently loving her even while asleep. Now, down on her knees in the snow, it was all she could do to hold onto him. All she knew was that she’d found him. And whatever it was telling her she was safe, this time she was certain she could trust it. Hearing him say speak so softly… it was all she could take.

“I found you Wolffe.”

Their reunion just really got me 😍

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Wolffe hadn't heard Mando'a apart from Rex for years. And even then, Rex wasn't the most habitual with it. Only muttered phrases, or using it as a reassurance of sensitive information when they weren't sure who was listening in. Being Bounty Hunters meant that the pair heard a lot of languages, but nothing sounded quite like Mando'a. They'd met thousands of people traversing the galaxy hunting targets for petty pay-outs, all of them with particular voices, and lilts that set them apart from everyone else. But... there was one voice that Wolffe wanted to hear so badly, listening for her everywhere, all the time.

So when he heard that sweet voice, that soft burr of Mando'a, Wolffe felt like the entire galaxy has stopped spinning. His heart was beating out of his chest, and he felt fearful that it was just another false alarm. That his mind was playing another cruel trick on him for being so kriffing hopeful all this time. But he couldn't chance it, and turned around to see his entire world standing right there before him like she'd never left. Wolffe had spent so long looking that actually seeing Pup felt like a dream. There was a mirage-like effect that kept him from speaking her name, or even realizing that his appearance was probably not a welcome one.

He tried to say something... anything. But nothing but a failed choke could be heard over the blustering snow and wind around them. He saw her flinch, the way her whole body shied away from him then. In that moment he recognized a shocking fear; One that came from seeing a man in armor, and of what they could do when their mind wasn't their own. Wolffe didn't know what to do. He did want to keep her from running, but by the way things were going already, his chances didn't look good. He opened his mouth to try and speak again, but before he could get anything out she utterly collapsed.

"Please don't hurt me."

It cuts Wolffe down to the bone to hear her say those words. They echo painfully in his mind and he feels the weight of his incompetence and broken promises to her fall in a fiery crash all around him. All he ever wanted was to keep her safe... Protect her from the things he'd spent his whole life fighting to ignore and suffering through nightmares because of. Her cries were painful, and attacking his heart in a way that was too excruciating to ignore. Wolffe knew he'd been absent, and he blamed himself wholly, but he couldn't resist from trying to reassure her that he wanted nothing more than to hold her again.

Note: Wolffe is a man of action. He's not good with words, and often they just fail him completely. And when I drafted the first cut of this chapter, I didn't use Wolffe's point of view because I wanted to focus on Pup's first sight of a clone in general. I wanted you to experience that fear alongside her, and although you knew it was Wolffe all along, she doesn't know that. And even if her mind had allowed for it, she still would've been wholly fearful of him anyways.

Note: Wolffe's blame isn't well-founded. He has a skewed idea of what is really his fault and what isn't because he remembers everything he did under the influence of his inhibitor chip. Although he couldn't fight it, Wolffe still holds himself to such a high standard that he honestly believes that he just wasn't good enough to fight against it. This is part of his weakness as a character, and more so as a man in general. He thinks strength is something he has to possess all the time; That showing weakness is a sign of his inability to perform the tasks he was created for. (And aside from loving Pup, Wolffe is very harsh on himself when that standard isn't upheld to the fullest.)

Every movement was deliberately slow. Wolffe could see her terror, and for once in his life, he thought that maybe showing her his face might be the only thing that would put someone at ease. The one part of him that he hated most was the only proof that he was still the man she'd been so kind to love in the first place. The same scar and eye that Pup had so softly fawned over, and loved like it had always been a part of him. Her eyes were bloodshot and overflowing with fat and heavy tears, darting everywhere but at his visor... It broke his heart, and he wanted to help it stop, but she needed this to be done right. And that meant slowly. The second she shied away, Wolffe felt the first pinch of his own emotion beginning to take over. His chest burned and pressure started building behind his eyes. His baby... His precious girl was so terrified that she couldn't bear it.

"Please. Look at me."

Wolffe knew his voice wasn't enough. And his plead was desperate, begging for her to take a chance that she had every right to ignore. But something in him was adamant. Maybe it was knowing that he was this close and it was up to her to decide whether this could go any further, or maybe Wolffe just needed to see her face again. It'd been so long, and he'd not forgotten a single detail, but there was nothing that compared to seeing her somewhere other than his dreams.

It was instant recognition, and Wolffe was utterly torn apart with relief when she lurched towards him. It was galaxy-shattering to feel her hands on him, and see that fear instantly transition into shock that matched his own. Her fingers were frozen, and Wolffe finally began to take in the first signs that Pup was actually not in the best health in that moment. But he couldn't pay proper attention to it with her cold nose and hot panting breath fanning his neck.

She's really here. I can hold her again. I don't have to keep looking anymore... hurting anymore. She's safe. My baby is right where she belongs.

"You found me."

He's been trying not to move too fast, but she's holding onto him too tight; Practically climbing into his lap to get closer. And Wolffe is a patient man, but he can't resist from wrapping his arms around her and hauling her as tight to his chest as he can. She's fucking shaking, from the immense fear and shock, but from this nasty weather that's made her coat almost rock-hard from frozen sweat and body heat. Wolffe knows she's in danger of over-exposure, and now that he's certain she's safe, it takes almost immediately takes priority.

The first thing Wolffe does is cry.

It's not a soft relief of tears, nor is it the quiet kind that soldiers hide beneath their helmet when they're afraid of showing their humanity. These are the kind that hurt. The ones that make your chest feel like it's being cracked open and your head is being pressed by a vice. Wolffe cries like the day his chip was removed; And despite not remembering that day, he couldn't care less that an entire outpost of people are watching him cling to this little woman he's wailing over. It's the rawest emotion Wolffe has ever felt in his life, and for all of the loss and guilt he feels, that's a fucking statement he's not surprised by in the slightest.

Pup is his motivation. She's always been his light at the end of the tunnel, and his reason to keep going when he didn't feel like he could physically do it any longer. He spent his whole life believing that he wasn't worthy of anything good, or wholesome. And right when he's at his lowest, someone -or something- decides that what he needs is a woman with a soft voice and a love for him that is unmatched and limitless. Wolffe clings to that with everything in him, just to have her ripped away again. Now he's holding her. Soothing her at her lowest point, and wondering just what he did to have another second chance and falling apart with gratitude and pure fucking love for this woman because even after all this time she still found it in herself to love him.

So Wolffe cries like never before, because love is the most painful thing he's ever felt before. But he would've have it any other way.

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Thank you for the request my love 🤍

I tried to focus more on Wolffe here than on my own thoughts while writing. I don't get to write from his perspective often anymore and I really loved getting the opportunity to do so! So thank you for letting my give Wolffe some much-deserved love!

[thirstyforbishiesimagines]

I loooovvveee your content and u was wonder if you could make a Lawrence POV of smut if you can thanks ( this is embarrassing for me I'm sorry;-;)

Hellooo, Lovely! Thought I’d start by saying that I’m not very good at writing POV. LOLs I still give it a go, anyway in a different kind of format than my usual. I kept this one short, simple... and 🥵🌶. It might be a little messy because I was half sleepy writing this. Hope you still enjoy it ❤️ Bambi

p.s. There’s no judgement or shame here, my dear fawn. Our blog is a safe space to thirst over your favourite DFel boi 😘 Kiss and Huggles 😘

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Taste - Lawrence POV x Reader

* image from Lucydream, Dangerous Fellows

Word Count: 753

Warnings: Smut . Profanity (18+)

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I rubbed my hands over my arms, hoping to gain some warmth from the chill.

The air does tend to become quite bitter at this time of the night.

I peered over to where (Y/N) was resting.

She must be cold.

Why didn’t she use the blanket that I had given her?

I knelt down beside her and gently covered her body with the fleecy material.

That should help her get a more peaceful sleep.

I watched her longingly, in awe of her beauty before leaning down to kiss her on the forehead.

Her lips parted, and she was breathing softly. Her chest, rising and falling, steadily.

I couldn’t help but trace my thumb over the curves of her lips.

Such soft, supple lips.

So inviting.

How much I loved her. It makes me elated to know that she also feels the same way.

Will it be ok if I…

I pressed my lips upon hers, kissing her tenderly.

“Mmm…”

(Y/N) sighed softly, and I pulled away just enough to see her reaction.

A sleepy gaze stared back at me.

I felt my cheeks heat up, embarrassed that I had been caught.

“I don’t mind if you continued, Lawrence?” She murmured, combing her fingers through my dishevelled mane before cupping my cheeks with her delicate hands.

“Kiss me again… Please…”

Her breathy plea sent me into a frenzy, and I began my journey down her body.

I grazed my lips over the soft skin of her neck before pushing her tee up to expose her breasts.

Her nipple was firm in my mouth as I sucked gently.

“Ah!”

I felt her arch her back, quivering with pleasure.

Pleasure that I was giving her.

I felt (Y/N)’s hand nudge my head to go further down.

She lifted her hips up from the floor and snapped the waistband of her skirt.

“Take them off.”

Her command had me piqued with arousal.

I felt my cock ache beneath my trousers.

However, I must refrain from giving in to my own cravings.

Tonight, I wanted it to be about her and her needs.

I hooked my fingers over both the hems of her stocking and panties before sliding them off her legs.

(Y/N) was wet.

Her pussy was glistening under the dim light of the basement.

I needed to taste her.

The alluring scent coming from sex was driving me insane.

I HAVE to taste her.

I positioned my body and lowered my face between her thighs.

I shifted her legs towards her chest before burying my face into her heat.

“Oooh… Fuck! Yeeesss!”

Her lust-filled mewl was like a sonnet to my ears.

I couldn’t help but groan in response.

Her essence was delectable. Divine.

More. I need MORE.

I anchored my arms around her thighs and devoured her clitoris — swirling my tongue all over the sensitive bud.

(Y/N) bucked and moaned as I sucked, licked and fucked her pussy.

I could feel her walls clench around my probing tongue.

She must be close.

“Don’t stop, Lawrence… Don’t stop!”

I lapped my tongue along the side of her labia before latching onto her clit once more.

Releasing one arm, I plunged two fingers into her slick cunt.

Pumping vigorously.

Cum, my love… Cum for me.

Her wetness splattered on my chin as I continued to finger-fuck her pussy — my tongue, dancing circles on her swollen bud.

I gave (Y/N) one last, hard thrust, and she finally came undone.

My beautiful woman writhed in ecstasy as she cried out her climax — panting breathlessly.

I sat up from between her legs, adjusting my glasses up my nose.

I gazed down at the glorious woman before me, wiping her essence off my mouth with the top of my sleeve.

How lucky am I to have her in my life.

(Y/N) was huffing, coming down from her blissful high.

Her sparkling (e/c) eyes captured mine as she held her thighs up towards her chest once more — spreading them wide.

Exposing herself in all her lascivious glory.

No longer can I abstain from my own desires.

I felt the relentless throb of my dick as I subconsciously unzipped it free from its confinement.

Oh, how much I wanted to feel her tightness wrap around my shaft.

Her wetness dripping off my cock as I would slide in and out of her delicious pussy.

As my trousers fell from my hips, (Y/N) moaned her next command.

“Now fuck me, Lawrence.”

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bambi

[letteredlettered]

diff anon, i have a different problem with that anon in regards with word counts, I usually don't have a words to say, like usually my story ends up being under 10k even if I wanted it to be a lot more - I don't know if its because I'm just writing all the big plots and not enough small things, but your story always have so much content and it all feels so smooth and none of it boring.

In however many days it’s been since you left this ask I have been composing a response in my mind. At one point I realized I’d have to break it into four posts and link various parts to other parts wiki-style. It probably would have been 10,000 words. I do not have time to write that response, so he’s the tl;dr without having written it (I tried to cut for length but tumblr wouldn’t let me):

1) I’m a long person, almost six feet. Maybe that’s how my brain got long, and my thoughts are long. The thoughts I have feel like one continuous thought, and I feel like I have to tell you all of it. Even conversations I have feel like a conversation continued from another conversation. Not everyone is this long and I think that’s a good thing.

2) Long isn’t always better. Sometimes it’s just long. So write what you want, but if what you want is long, I have some advice.

3) The advice I’m about to give isn’t about how to write well. In fact, it’s the opposite of how to write well in today’s day and age, and part of the length of the initial response in my mind was a dissertation on what “good writing” really means. The short version is that many 18th c writers used omniscient POVs and told you many extraneous things not pertinent to the story with complex syntax and flowery word choice and a delightful number of adverbs, and Hemingway came along and taught us all differently, but one is not inherently better than the other. Many stories from western cultures follow a shape like a graph but that is not inherently better either. Certainly there is good writing and bad writing, stories that move us and those that do not, but almost everyone that talks about how to write well is talking about how to write to match a certain accepted style. If you want to get lauded by others, if you write for kudos and comments, if you write to get published and be paid, then listen to advice about how to write well. If you would like to write a story that would make you happy, do that instead.

4) Here is the advice if you would like to write something long: a) put yourself in the characters’ shoes, b) don’t skip over anything

5) I'm just going to talk about Away Childish Things, sorry if you haven’t read it. The idea for first part of that story was “Harry gets de-aged. Draco sees how sweet and fiercely loyal and vulnerable Harry is. Meanwhile, Harry latches onto Draco, thinking Draco is the smartest, coolest, handsomest, kindest, most wonderful adult ever.” I had no specific scenes in mind, but I thought they could just hang out and Draco would do things like show him magic and make him dinner and read him story books. I thought Harry would get de-aged and that stuff could happen right away and then somehow Harry would grow up but Draco would de-age and then we could get into the rest.

So then I de-aged Harry, and I didn’t want them to stay where the accident happened, so I had Draco Apparate them to Draco’s flat. Then Draco being awesome was meant to begin so Harry could have a great time--except I pretended I was Harry. I thought about Harry at the beginning of Sorcerer’s Stone, and I realized I didn’t know what magic was. I had never met an adult who was kind to me, whom I trusted. Strange things happened around me all the time and I got blamed for it--and I realized, I would not want to stick around. I wouldn’t trust this guy. I would try to leave.

So I tried, over and over again, to make Draco explain, “Ah, yes, there is such a thing as magic and you have been de-aged,” but then I pretended I was Draco. I thought over what I knew about Harry at 11, and I realized I had no way of knowing that he was neglected and abused. He’s famous in my world; those Muggle relatives probably worshipped him like royalty. It would literally never occur to me that he didn’t know that magic existed--even if I had read it in the papers, my belief in Potter’s arrogance and pretentiousness and self-centeredness had been so real for me at 11 that even though so many of my opinions in life had changed, I had never grasped the reality of Harry’s early home-life. And so I would blithely assume he knew what magic was and that I didn’t have to explain.

The result was 17,000 words of a first chapter that was solely about Harry coming to understand that he had in fact been de-aged and that magic was a real thing, and that maybe he shouldn’t run away because he was in the future and had no where else to turn, and about a Draco struggling to get Harry to believe him and through the course of that happening realizing that the kid had been severely abused and hadn’t even ever had a proper hot chocolate. n

I mean. I’m sure many folks agree that that was the best chapter, but I spent literally 8 rewrites trying to get them to just ACCEPT THEIR CIRCUMSTANCES and get to the fun parts, except if you treat them as real people with real reactions to things with different perspectives and different knowledge coming into the situation all the sudden there are all these logistics--and as it turns out the logistics are the most fun.

So then I thought, oh, but the next morning they can do the fun stuff! But. Instead of summarizing the next day where now that they have accepted their mutual circumstances, they can develop a routine, I asked the question, “What happens when Harry wakes up? Does he have on pajamas? What does he have for breakfast? When does he take a shower?” This resulted in a breakfast conversation and bacon which is another part of the fic that is extremely important character-wise, though plot-wise it is entirely unnecessary. Some people certainly care and think that it is a poorly paced and unwieldy story--and it certainly is. Many do not care and love the bacon fiercely; I am one of those people; I wrote what I wanted and enjoy it.

6) ughhhhhhhh I have so much more to say about this. But anyway, these are the main reasons my fic is so long.

7) I will say that despite all my blather about what is “good” vs what is just a current style, this kind of thing is uniquely suited to fanfic. If Away Childish Things were an original fic, people would be a lot less interested in what Harry ate for breakfast. The first two chapters get across the emotional points you need for the story to continue--it establishes that Draco didn’t know what Harry went through as a child and now does know; it establishes that Harry likes and trusts Draco and thinks he’s cool. You don’t know more than that, but there are five chapters of it because I WANTED Draco’s Patronus to be a fawn and I WANTED us to get to see Harry strike out on his own without adult support just like he does in the books; I WANTED to see Draco lose his mind over it and call him darling. I’m sure other people wanted it too, because with canon they know what a Patronus means and they know how Harry tries to fix things for himself in canon and they know Draco is a hateful bigot who stomped on Harry’s face and was willing to get Harry killed, and so to watch him lose his mind, to watch him clutch at Harry and call him darling, meant so much more than it would have. Therefore, even though the story is not in fact a good shape and has many extraneous bits about dressing gowns and what the word Gryffindor means, the added bits we’re not supposed to keep because they don’t help us tell the story sharply are delightful. Like I said, some people disagree! But again, it’s about telling a story you want to read and live in, not something to sell or someone else will say is great writing.

THE END (for now, thank you for listening)

[pokeallthelawyers]

[Apparently I'm unable to keep these things short, so this is a two parter... again] Thank you so much for taking the time to answer me :) I actually got a little emotional there at the end - I would have bawled my eyes out during the reunion. btw your description of that scene is so close to my headcanon of it that it's almost scary?? I definitely pictured them sitting in a hidden corner of the coffee shop where Even works.

And yep, I think it’s very clear that they love each other without really talking about it (what do they talk about though? I loved their exchanges in the fic, and I could imagine that they try to stick to the lighter stuff instead of discussing work more than absolutely necessary?) oh, and one more thing occurred to me - would you have switched POV with each chapter, or would we have watched the whole story unfold through Even’s eyes?

ahhhh it’s so exciting to me that your headcanon was so similar to my headcanon!!! it makes me feel like we did pretty okay trying to get across the things we wanted to =D

but anyway, some answers to your questions! It’s interesting you say that you could imagine them trying to talk about lighter things most of the time because that’s something i was really hoping we’d convey with the fic we put out, that even though this is really the first time the audience is seeing them interact in this verse it’s different than before the point we see them because of the weight of their last mission hanging over their heads - things getting deeper and heavier than they might typically. if that came across, that makes me happy!! wrt your question about what they talk about, again we didn’t really have anything totally concrete worked out as most of our ideas pertain to the current timeline. having said that, we just hosted a mini-brainstorm session just for you, so here are some of our ideas on Things Isak and Even Might Discuss Outside Their Work:

Even’s shitty music taste [being both a shameless pop fan and completely out of touch with current mainstream trends] 

live commentary of whatever TV/movies they watch on their downtime during jobs, including Isak constantly taking the piss out of writers who have no sense of realism whatsoever, Even fawning over the soundtracks and the lighting and the acting and basically everything, and popcorn battles

frequent complaining about how shitty brains are [in this verse, Even’s bipolar is known and diagnosed and being treated as despite the circumstances we really didn’t want that to be a major point of angst for these characters]

Debates about such important questions such as whether pineapple is an acceptable topping for pizza [Isak has probably called it an abomination more than once], what is the best instant ramen brand, etc. etc.

We think they have deep conversations about life and the universe too, but for us those are less ANGST ABOUT HOW SHITTY EVERYTHING IS and more talking about their lives growing up [certain things may be taboo, although at this point after working together for so long it’s hard for us to imagine they don’t know much about each other], what they want to do after this gig ends [which we hinted at in the fic], shit about their feelings and how Even’s biggest fear is ending up alone and Isak at one point regretted not going to university but doesn’t anymore and also how vast the world is and how small they feel sometimes but how it helps knowing they’re not the only ones who feel that way

The crux of it, we think, is just them helping each other feel more human, less tied to their jobs, and that they’re capable of existing as their own people beyond their duties. a lot of things could fall under that probably!

As for POV, the entire current timeline would have stayed Even’s POV. To us, it feels very much like his story, especially since in the end the main driving force behind it is the choice Even makes to leave his family behind in order to help Isak leave. Not to downplay Isak’s role in this story in the slightest [Even would not have been able to make the choice in the first place had it not been for his relationship with Isak, and Isak presenting the possibility to Even that he is his own person outside his line of work!], but we felt it would be for the best for the audience to be able to see the thoughts and feelings behind Even’s choice [also, witnessing the betrayal from Isak’s POV and not really knowing for sure if Even knew about it beforehand would have changed the tone we were trying to go for, a little]. having said that, if we had time to write the few flashback scenes we wanted to include in the scope of the verse, those would have been from Isak’s POV.

Once again, thank you so much for your thoughts and questions, i cannot understate how much it means to us! it makes us really happy to be able to share our ideas for this story, even if it isn’t in the form we originally planned. And as always, you are more than welcome to send us any other thoughts you might have

-Sarah