#i have got to stop writing summaries and tags at 2 am lmao

[imaginaryanon]

[an excerpt from a letter from G. Monro addressed to H. E. Kenway, dated July 1757 and written in great haste] [...] I did not take Shay Cormac in just because he was an Assassin at the crossroads of purpose. I took him in because he has a pair of wings on his back, same as you do.

borealis by imaginarykat

assassin’s creed: rogue, shay cormac/haytham kenway, wing!AU; 10 chapters, ~30k words, completed

summary: A Templar and an ex-Assassin discover that their near-perfectly aligned goals and the fact that they take to each other the second they meet are the least interesting things they have in common.

The most interesting one being their wings.

[jiyansthesis]

ESTOY ENLOQUECIDO POR TI

GEKKO (MATEO) x reader pt.2

pt.1

summary — you and gekko have been officially dating for five months, and you've been. . . thinking about things. from what was once, "he's so strong" when he's carrying something developed into "could he throw me on the bed?". of course, you never knew how to initiate it. do you just ask him? does it just escalate? do you have to plan it all out? those questions have been bothering you for so long that you straight up decided, fuck it, and searched it up on the internet. well, that was one way to get it started.

note — this is my first time writing smut LMAO. this might be extremely mid or decent, but i hope i don't disappoint with this!! i couldn't stop thinking about mateo yesterday so i decided i would start making this today. I ALSO CAN'T LEAVE THE MATEO SMUT TAG HAVE ONLY ONE FIC, on that note go check it out its so fucking good i love it.

w/c — 2.5k

warnings — (bad) smut, oral (f receiving), rough (ish), praise, tones of dumbification, kitchen sex, undertones of dom reader but mostly d. gekko and s. reader

not proofread + i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post

you were done with it.

you were done waiting for your own confidence to go up just so you could. . . have sex with mateo.

just thinking about it had you red.

now that the two of you had finally moved in together, there was even less of a time that you could just do things yourself without him noticing. before you could masturbate whenever you wanted, as loud as you wanted. now you couldn't risk him hearing out of embarrassment.

it's been five months since the two of you had got together, and not once had either of you escalated past a few brief touches under shirts while kissing. mateo hadn't even seen you naked, or even with just a bra and underwear.

you knew that it would be this way until you did something about it. but the thing is, you don't know how.

and that led you here, legs crossed on your shared bed. you took a deep breath and began typing into the laptop on your lap.

"what the fuck do i even type?" you muttered under your breath.

"how to start sex? no, that sounds weird as fuck. how to get in the mood for sex?" you typed that, and instantly glanced towards the door, feeling as if mateo would walk in at any moment.

you were really picky about what websites you went on. you didn't need a whole porn video, but you also didn't need tips on how to get yourself horny.

researching harder than you do for homework, you didn't realize that the door creaked open.

"hey, chica. are you okay with a sandwich for lunch?" he said, alerting you of his presence.

without thinking, you quickly slammed the lid of the computer shut.

he gazed at you questionably, raising his eyebrow. "what was that?"

"it's nothing," you lied terribly.

his eyes narrowed. he could usually tell when you were lying, and it was obvious.

"but i'd love a sandwich," you tried changing the subject, hoping that he'd take the hint you wouldn't tell him.

"whatever you say, hermosa," he gave you a two-finger salute as he walked out the room.

you sighed in relief and opened the laptop again. so far, you had no luck. you did find some tips, but there was no way you were asking him, "hey, wanna fuck?"

you rubbed your hands against your face and let out a long groan. all this trouble just to ask him to destroy you? you flushed thinking about it.

deciding that you needed a break, you set the laptop down, angling the screen so that it wasn't wide open, but it wasn't quite closed.

you made your way downstairs, walking in the kitchen to see mateo with a big red stain on his shirt.

"holy shit, are you okay?" you ran over to him.

"i'm fine princesa. it's just ketchup. did you think it was blood?" he laughed.

you scowled and grabbed the sandwich on the counter, taking a big bite.

"hey, you're the one who thought it was blood, not me." he put his hands up in defense when you glared at him. "thanks for worrying about me though."

you rolled your eyes, but the smile on your face contradicted your irritated behavior.

"yeah, yeah. but if you're ever covered in blood don't expect me to come running."

"my heart," he pouted as he held his hand to his heart.

"don't you have to go get changed?" you questioned, trying to wipe the puppy-eyed look off his face.

"i probably should. look at you with the big ideas," he left the kitchen after giving you a peck on the cheek.

by the time he'd come back, you were busy washing the plate that you had used. he was silent, so when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you jumped and yelped in surprise.

"holy shit mateo, don't scare me like that!" you splashed him with some water, earning a chuckle.

"my bad chica," he apologized.

he stayed still for a few seconds, before he buried his head in the crook of your neck and start giving you little kisses.

"teo?"you questioned him while your face turned hot.

he hummed in response, continuing to trail open mouthed kisses along your neck. you tried your hardest not to gasp and tilt your neck.

"c'mon mateo, at least let me put this on the drying rack." you didn't trust yourself not to drop the plate and immediately go wild on this man.

that got him to stop, and you quickly put the plate on the rack and dried your hands.

"okay, hermoso. what are you doing?" you faced him, and he immediately caged you in against the counter.

your back hit the curved ledge, and his arms were on either side of you.

"what were you doing?" he asked instead of answering, inching closer.

"what do you mean me?" you were trying to convince yourself that he didn't know what you were doing upstairs, and that instead he was tricking you into saying it.

he didn't reply, but used one of his hands to pull you in, your arms automatically wrapping around his neck.

you'd never get used to how soft his lips were, the routine bite he always does to your lips whenever you make out. but this time was different. there wasn't more passion, but there was another emotion in how he pulls you closer to him

you could feel his smile, and when you pulled away, he had the goofiest grin on his face. his hand trailed up your thigh, stopping right before it got where you wanted it.

"teo," you frowned at him.

"what? is there something you want?" he teased you, inching closer to your core.

you averted your eyes, finding sudden interest in the ceiling. a sudden force tilts your chin back to face him.

"i asked you a question," he cooed.

you looked up at him through hooded eyes, and decided what's the worst that can happen?

you leaned your hips forward and grinded against his waist, letting out one long moan. he quickly stopped you with a harsh grip on your hips.

"does that say enough?" you said cockily.

"you have to use your words, hermosa. maybe i'll reward you."

you were tired of waiting, squirming at how uncomfortable it was in your shorts. from what you could see, he was too with the tent in his pants.

"i need you. i want you so bad." you whimpered, locking eyes with him.

he thought about it.

"what do you want?" he asked, his fingers making their way to your waistband and slowly inching it down your thighs. it left shivers coursing throughout your entire body, even though you felt on fire.

"i just want you. i want you to fuck me until i can't think anymore." you started rambling before you felt a pressure at your entrance.

he slipped a finger inside and curled it, and you slumped forward and found purchase on his shoulders.

"holy fuck mateo," you breathily said. "a little warning?"

"not my fault you weren't paying attention," he chuckled as he inserted another finger.

you've never bothered to use more than two fingers, but when mateo does it, it feels. . . different. you knew that you would never be able to replicate the same feeling that he makes you feel.

you could hear the noises as he went faster, along with the noises steadily pouring out your mouth.

"wait, fuck. . . mateo," you started speaking only to be interrupted by him sliding his fingers out and holding them up.

"damn chica, you're wet as fuck."

you almost died of embarrassment right then and there, but before you knew it, mateo dived between your legs.

you whimpered at his warm breath making contact with your folds, and just how you dreamed of, mateo went straight to work.

"fuck! teo, it feels so good," he hummed in response to your praise, pulling your legs over his shoulders while keeping your legs spread.

you threw your head back, letting out the most pornographic moan you've ever heard as your hand shot to his hair.

little whimpers and moans filled the room as you began to grind against his mouth. usually you'd last a lot longer than this, but either because you had been waiting months for this moment or the fact that mateo was eating you out, you felt something in your stomach tighten.

"mateo, stop, please." you slurred out, trying to use your hand to push him away. but he wouldn't move. he wanted to feel you cum around his tongue, and he stood by that.

he made a little motion with his head, shaking it side to side, still eagerly lapping away at you.

"i wanna cum with you, please i want it so bad." you blurted out, and that caused him to stop. you whined at the sudden cold air. well, he couldn't exactly pass up that offer, huh? especially when you begged so nicely and deperately.

"you always know what to say, chica," he grinned as he began unbuckling his pants.

"well, i didn't know what to say for it to come to this." you didn't know a single word that could've cause this to happen. not that you were complaining, but you might need that word for future reference.

"me about to fuck you stupid? i wouldn't know what to say either," you heard his pants fall to the floor and he angled you on the counter for you to be comfortable.

"this alright babe?" he asked, looking into your eyes for a clear answer. you stared back, impatient.

"just hurry up and fuck me," you nodded.

"i could stop right now."

"you wouldn't dare," you narrowed your eyes and before he could respond, you slammed yourself onto his cock.

he let out a groan his hands making their way to the bottom of your thighs to lift you up. although the beginning was rough, he started off slow.

"you know how long i've wanted to do this to you?" he said while picking up speed. your hands instinctively went up to cover your mouth to muffle your moans, but he pulled them away and pinned your wrists behind your back.

you shook your head. he watched as you didn't know where to look, eyes darting everywhere. from his chest, to his eyes, all the way down to where he was currently destroying you. then you'd get embarrassed and look away to start the cycle all over again.

"hey princesa. eyes on me," he loved seeing you not know what to do. as obedient as you are, you immediately locked eyes with him. "good girl. always so good for me, hmm?"

you nearly came as soon as he said that, tightening around his thick cock.

"oh, you like that?" you knew he'd use this against you forever. but now wasn't the time for you to be worrying about that. in fact, you couldn't think at all. you were understanding what he was saying but couldn't form a single response.

"i asked you a question." he began slowing down as if you didn't answer, he'd stop entirely. and you didn't want that.

quickly you answered, "i- mm, i love it," you slurred out.

"what was that?" he went back to his ungodly pace, and it took you even longer to piece a sentence together, letting out a moan every single time he hit your g-spot. you could swear you saw a little bump in your stomach every time he was fully in.

"i fucking love it, teo," you whimpered out, every word emphasized by the slapping of his hips against the apex of your thighs.

he would've blushed at this, but considering that he had in fact, been waiting so long for this, he attempted to go even faster and harder.

you were borderline drooling, if it wasn't for mateo holding you, you'd be lying back as far as you could. you went to grab for his back, before you realized that your wrists were still in his grasp.

"need to touch you," you whined.

he contemplated for a moment before releasing his constraint on you, and while you went straight for his back, his hands went up your shirt. the cold feel against your burning skin made you jump.

he had been letting out little moans and whimpers, but you could tell he was getting close with how they increased in volume and he began rutting into you like his life depended on it.

your moans were quieted but his lips on yours, and you began to feel that telltale knot in your stomach. it was as if he noticed this, as he broke the kiss and asked, "are you gonna cum?"

if you weren't in this position getting fucked until you couldn't think, you would've said, "isn't it obvious, dumbass?" but considering the fact he had you drooling on his dick that probably wouldn't be the best response.

you hurriedly nodded, and you could see the beginning of a smirk on his face.

"c'mon hermosa, you can do it. come for me," he trailed off into a long moan as you creamed around him, feeling as mateo did one last hard thrust and buried his head in the crook of your neck to mask his sounds.

the two of you stayed still in silence, only hearing each other's heavy breaths.

"did you mess up my hair?" you asked, blowing away strands of hair from your face.

"i think if your hair was fine, it wouldn't be much of a good time," you closed your legs as soon as he slid out, feeling something hot drip out of you.

"well, i think that i need to take a nice long shower." you attempted to get off the counter as mateo put his pants back on, but he stopped you.

"let me carry you, mi princesa. don't need you tripping." he gestured to you slightly trembling thighs.

you closed your thighs tighter together in embarrassment, as if didn't just cum in you a few minutes ago. he laughed at this and went to pick you up bridal style.

"y'know, this was what i was talking about when we first met. how we could be doing something else instead of dancing."

"why the fuck did it take you so long then, hm?" you jokingly punched his chest.

"well, why did you have to search up how to ask?" he shot back.

you totally forgot you left your laptop on the bed. it was open enough for anyone that goes by to glance at it and see at least half of what was on the screen.

and he went into the room to change his clothes.

"oh, fuck you teo," you hmphed and crossed your arms.

"you just did," he winked.

I HAD TO REWRITE THIS THREE FUCKING TIMES BECAUSE TUMBLR DIDN'T SAVE. THREE. I ACTUALLY LOST IT.

also how tf do u talk about pussy. like do you say pussy? vagina? entrance? core? heat? THIS IS SO HARD. btw i was so embarrassed making this that some parts might not make sense or be repetitive. im sorry

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[miso-sopas]

Hi so got any ninjago x reader recs? Ever since reading Wisps, it has affected my brain chemistry and now i crave for more ninjago x reader content but im picky when finding fics, so got any recommendations?

Hello there! I had fun sorting out my bookmarks and history so recommending fics might be a thing in the future?

Just to note, I am not sure how to really curate your taste so most of these are what I essentially enjoyed reading and been a fan of so forgive me if some (or all 😭 no hard feelings though) aren't your thing.

Let's see...

Honestly Wisps is the *best* so far in my opinion! I don't know if this is pure coincidental but I am also hunting for some ninjago fics to feel emotions again lmao! And I tried my best in remembering what I've read or interested in so hope these are all ok for you!

+ Second best in my opinion is the 'Infinity Series' by Joos according to their quotev because at ao3 it's orphaned [ao3; quotev book 1 & book 2 ]

Unfortunately, the author has stopped updating this fic but going back at it was really enjoyable like in the Wisps. The summary according to the first installment 'Infinite Serenity';

"[Name] has died and became reincarnated in a childhood TV show of hers. She is raised as the adopted daughter of Sensei Wu, training as the Master of Infinity. Once the plot of the show really gets going, a being resurfaces from her. They claim to have revived her and can help her unlock the memories from her previous life. Now, [Name] must rely on this being to help protect Ninjago, and discovers how her past connects with her present." TW: Suicide, self harm, child abuse, some gore and swearing (please pay attention to the tags)

Please please heed the trigger warning, I don't remember much from the content but I definitely recall the author tackling those tags in a respectful way. The love interests are Kai, Nya, Jay, Cole, Morro and platonic with Master Wu and her cousin Lloyd Garmadon. Again, second best recommended fic in my opinion.

+ Next one, this is not one series but user Circus4APsycho8 (they have ao3 and tumblr) in my opinion have the best x reader one-shots from the fandom! My all-time favorite work of theirs is 'Secret Someone' [Highschool AU! Lloyd Garmadon x reader]- this one is really sweet ❣️

Here's these links for their ao3 works and their tumblr ninjago masterlist. All simple yet sweet, I love their writing style.

+ The next one is purely Lloyd Garmadon x Female Reader titled 'Butterfly Effect' by samsea at ao3. I think they're still updating and I am a big fan of hero x civilian pairings and just they're cute and in love.

Summary: "If it was up to Y/n L/n, she would read the summer away, lost in history books and adventure novels, finding excitement in their written words. Meeting Lloyd Garmadon changed her plans. Suddenly, Y/n is living a life she'd only read about; summer romances and cotton candy dates. Perhaps this was a new normal she could get used to. But she's been fated - prophesied - to be with the Green Ninja. And where there's a green ninja, trouble usually follows." Warnings: "The butterfly effect has mature themes such as gore, violence, toxic friendships, sexual themes (no smut) and cussing. the butterfly effect is not intended for younger viewers. Trigger warnings will be placed on chapters as they are needed. if you have any questions or issues please contact me."

Again, heed the warnings but the writing and atmosphere overall is really sweet and for some reason all cuddly and sunny. IDK but maybe I am always soft for Lloyd lmao.

+ If you're up to reading only x reader head cannons then I recommend user mouschiwrites here in tumblr. Their requests are closed now but the head cannons they made are cute and entertaining, like I can definitely see this character doing that y'know. Here's their ninjago masterlist

+ Here's some honorable mentions, I believe they deserve some love too!

In the Shadow (Various love interests) by RoseRain at Quotev

Legend of the Lightspirit (Various love interests) by softie at Quotev

Actually, while finishing my school projects I'm also checking out from another user snazzilystoopid's ninjago recommendation. So far, I am enjoying their second recommended which is 'Element of Wishes' by yourfavoritecloud at quotev BUT this one is an Character x OC one so if it's not up to your alley they have few recommendations. Honestly, I am up to anything as long as it entertained my monkey brain.

Sorry for the long post! Hope these works are okay for your taste but the closest fic that gives off the same vibes as Wisps is the Infinite series. And these are all by my own opinions and the fics I remembered catching my eye. I am very much open to other recommendations or shout-outs.

Side note, there's not much Ninjago fics out there that I might let my monkey brain loose and create one myself LOOOL.

Again, thank you for asking ( I feel honored for being asked by this, I'm a fanfic nerd 🤓)

[sasukimimochi]

Last Ten Opening Lines

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven’t written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

got this from @wifiwuxians (I started typing this yesterday i just was so sleepy haha)

i don't know if anyone i know writes fanfics except one person, and i also don't have a lot of fics to give an example for...however, i'll give what i can cuz this sounded fun to do. Plus, maybe you'll see a few things you haven't seen yet!!

so i guess i tag any authors who follow me or see this. @foxyyaoguai is the only one i know personally, don't feel pressured tho!

man this list gives me a bad reputation for finishing things, i just haven't done many fanfictions in my life (i usually write original stuff)

“Oi, brat.” Eren sighed quite verbally from where he was laying, looking up at the tree above him shortly after his eyes cracked open. - Hey Brat (AOT/Attack on Titan fanfic, coincidentally the first fic i ever started to attempt writing. Ereri i believe. incomplete/not finishing)

Tight breaths were ragged in Tommy’s chest, his own screams covering the sound of bruised knuckles slamming against the two fighters’ bodies. - AHTFF/A Height to Fall From (Minecraft, Tommyinnit centric / SBI, sorta a fantasty/timeline hop AU...never posted it and its unfinished...should i post it anyway sometime? i wrote a lot for this one and it has a full outline for 3 fics & 2 epilogues. i also drew a bunch of designs for them...seems like it'd be a shame to let it rot.)

The usual trip home was late at night today. - His Forever Home (Minecraft, Tommyinnit / SBI / Awesamfam childhood AU, unfinished, unposted)

In hindsight, it was a childish mistake. - BB/Boar Brothers (Minecraft, Tommyinnit / SBI childhood AU, unfinished. I believe this was a companionfic to HFH.) unfinished

Screams were ringing in the teen’s ears. - His Lullaby (Minecraft, Tommyinnit centric / SBI this one is complete and posted, a simple one-shot with a lot of feels)

“A-Yuan.” - Ghost of Mine (MDZS/Mo Dao Zu Shi - Wangxian, half a fix it ? Ghost wwx AU - In progress and being posted as we speak)

Someone’s memories crashed into him like a storm. - GOM-MXY (Companion fic to Ghost of Mine, the MXY one. in progress, will be posted at gom's halfway point).

“Wei…Ying…are you alright?” - COI / Clash of Immortals (Demon/Angel Wangxian AU but with my own universe version of Hell. you guys know what this is, no Ao3 yet- in progress.)

Lan Wangji couldn’t stop crying. - IMBSB/In My Blood, Stardust Blooms (MDZS one/two shot abt angel lwj and angel wwx, in progress)

Greetings sect leader Jiang, I hope this letter finds you well. - The Wild Plum Tree / TWPT (MDZS Xicheng Companionfic for GOM) in progress.

BONUS (11.) : Lan Wangji stumbled through the streets of Yiling, leaning heavily on his sword as he did. - TDKW/The Dead Keep Walking (MDZS one/two shot abt corpse wwx. in progress.)

fuck it i added the rest here because i honestly haven't started that many fics lmao i didn't know i had actually made 11 fics, even if half aren't going to get done (aka anything that isn't the mdzs fandom stuff) so like, 1-4 are dead fics, bc im not interested anymore or fell out of the fandom for personal reasons. The rest though are things im currently working on and am striving to complete! see the project list here with summaries.

um...i'm done ig?? go make your own posts!

[jentlemahae]

do you have any advice for self discipline? idk if you struggle with procrastination as well sometimes but you seem to be on top of your studies (i think in some of your tags you once mentioned that you finished all your assignments very early) i have very important exams coming up (if i fail them i'll have to repeat a whole year of school) and even though i know how important it is for me to study i just can't bring myself to even start.. i'm just paralyzed with fear bc i've already wasted so much time and it's impossible to catch up/revise everything now bc i'm running out of time. i think the sheer amount of material i have to study scares me off even more but the longer i wait the worse it gets obviously. i just hate that even though i am very aware of all this i just can't stop self sabotaging i hate myself so much 😭 another problem is that i'm such a perfectionist so if i know i can't do it perfectly i don't even bother but at this point i just need to pass bc i definitely don't want to repeat a year.. sorry this got so long and i know ultimately i just need to sit my ass down and study bc i'm the only one to blame (i had plenty of time to study these past weeks but i just rotted in my room 🙃) but you always are so sweet and insightful so i thought maybe you could give me some helpful advice? hope you have a nice day 💌

hiii! 🫶🏻 so i’ll preface this by saying that i’ve just always been used to having to do well in my studies so atp idek if it’s self discipline or more just a habit ? 🥲 but i also struggle with the same things sometimes bcs there are times where i put off studying certain things bcs im scared of failing TT so these are thing that imo help me!!

i always recommend ppl to repeat the stuff that u have to study/memorize out loud to someone bcs i think that helps u retain information, but i think that doing so by setting certain days to do so also helps in giving some organization! for instance i always repeat whatever im studying out loud to my mom (via zoom lol) and we do so by deciding to see each other on a certain day and on that day i have to repeat out loud to her a certain amount of chapters while she looks at my notes to check that im making sense. and we usually meet 2-3 times for that before my exam so first time i have to say half of the content, second time the other half, and third time i go through everything. does this make sense? and u can do it with whoever u want (parent, grandparent, friend, etc)! (tho tbh studying with a friend has never worked for me :p)

advice 2 sounds a bit odd and ik it doesn’t work for most but to me it works 🫠 when im in similar situations where i have So Much to study, first i read through all my notes* and then i take out a piece of paper and i write by hand** everything i remember. this way i see the main topics in the material and i go back to my notes and add some more important details to what ive written. this works especially well with courses where u just wanna pass and u don’t really care about the grade bcs this way u have a decent grasp on the main body of the course content! (**important to do this by hand bcs handwriting makes u retain info easier + *i always write summaries of the course content and the course progresses bcs then i know i’ll have my work cut out for me for the exam)

when u sit down to sit, put stuff that distracts u far away from where u are !! i kinda get distracted by listening to music lmao so when i study i make sure to put my headphones away from desk (lol), and then i hide my phone from my eyesight so then i can work for like an hour straight with no distractions 🤷🏻‍♀️

this is what comes to mind at the moment! anw best of luck for the exam !!! i know exams can be daunting when u are a perfectionist (😵‍💫) so i am rooting for u !!!!! 🥰💖🫂 as we say in italian, in bocca al lupo :)

[albatris]

ok i am terribly curious: what is a frankendraft. i saw that term multiple times in ur atdao tag and i am full of Wondering over what it means

oh hell yeah, the frankendraft! that's not a term I've used in a while!

anyway this is gonna be a super jumbled long ramble post, I'm so sorry, I have a lot of trouble explaining things concisely dhgdjkghd

okay, so, it was...... TECHNICALLY invented as my own personal "outlining" method for ATDAO, and you will see why that is in quotation marks as this post goes on :P

so the official name for the frankendrafting technique was "outline first draft frankendocument" but this is a mouthful so it got shortened to simply "frankendraft"!

in short, a frankendraft is basically a very very VERY bare bones shitty first draft, except I couldn't call it A First Draft at the time lest I intimidate myself out of working on it. a frankendraft is basically writing every single thing that happens in a story from start to finish in the form of like

X does this. Y says this. this happens. then this happens. which makes X feel this particular way. then this happens. which makes this happen. etc etc etc

I cannot emphasise enough that this is NOT in brief dot point summary form. this is in chapters. this is the Full Fucking Story. here is an excerpt from the frankendraft to illustrate my point:

"Noa is hesitant to leave Alice alone, and feels it would be inconsiderate. Plus, she's worried about how the rest of the DII will receive this, whether they will view her as reckless and irresponsible. She goes to her car to get a blanket for Alice, and then searches her back seat to see if she has anything in the way of spare clothes for herself. She locates one of Tris's hoodies she has been procrastinating giving back to him because it's huge and comfy, and puts it on."

the whole thing is basically just like. stage directions. me explaining the story to myself. lmao. it's literally all the same level of bland and undescriptive and bare bones from start to finish. I've won NaNoWriMos with how lengthy the frankendraft is

now, the whole thing may seem kind of dumb and you may be like "so what is the benefit of that?", but here, hear me out, I had my reasons, yeah. and it's actually a KILLER technique if you're not quite a plotter and not quite a pantser and you're also an over-anxious perfectionist stresshead with brain fog and a complicated plot you need to wrangle into cooperation

it functioned as an elaborate trap I could lure my anxious perfectionist writer brain into where I unwittingly spin together a coherent draft without realising

but mostly, like, in hindsight, I was SCARED of writing so I'd freeze up, and the frankendraft was excellent for helping with that! interestingly, the frankendraft was an approach I needed to use for ATDAO, but not one I've needed for Rental Car which means I've definitely made progress on the perfectionism and fear side of things! :D

now, here we fuckin go, The Longer Explanation Of Benefits Of Frankendrafting -

so, story time, there was like a five year period where I was getting NOWHERE with any of my work, and I was grumbling about it when I had the following realisations

pantsing wasn't working for me because I'd freeze up and find it super daunting, I struggled with just Throwing Myself Into a scene right off the bat with no guidance. even if my brain knew exactly where the scene needed to go, I hit blocks. no thoughts head empty. plus, the plot of ATDAO had so many different threads going at once that trying to keep track of everything While Writing A Genuine Engaging Story was too much for my confused little brain 2 handle lmao

and at the time, writing was an extremely anxious act for me! lots of perfectionism, lots of stress, in the midst of relearning how to Have Fun Writing again, blank pages are intimidating, blah blah, usually I'd psych myself out so bad that my brain stopped completely

so I thought to myself, "hey, if you're struggling to keep track of what you need to be doing and all the stress is too much at once, you probably need an outline!"

but traditional outlines don't work great for me either, see, 'cause I struggle to condense things and figure out what the Important Key Points are that I should be putting in my summaries and dot points. outlining that way feels restrictive, it doesn't express what I need it to, it doesn't help me at all when it comes to actually knowing what I need to do in a scene

'cause like, in my outline, the scene is just a brief description of what's happening, but there's so much OTHER stuff I need to keep track of, like. how does this scene progress, what are the feelings, what other plot elements are at play, where am I at with symbolism, characterisation, what's the dialogue like, what parts of the mystery are at play here

a lot needs to happen in a scene! and without having it ALL laid out for me I'd still hit blocks

so then I was like. "what if instead of either trying to write a full story right off the bat OR trying to fit the jumble of garbage inside my brain into a Nice Neat Outline while trying to make said outline resemble my plot in a way that actually helps me know what to write..... what if I just included literally as much detail as possible in my outline. what if I just included All Of It"

so I did!

I just started typing up descriptions of what happens in the scene line by line. here's an action! here's a symbolism! here's a dialogue! feelings! another action! telling the story without bothering to make it a Story, without descriptions and prose and whatever. just straight facts. not bothering to make it sound nice

Me Explaining The Story To Myself. me telling myself line by line what I need to do

and this worked FANTASTICALLY. I was coming up with fresh ideas, I wasn't scared, I was having important plot realisations, things were coming together and making sense in a way they hadn't for years c: I was finding ways to join scenes that were previously just floating and disconnected together into a coherent narrative, without the stress of "oh fuck I'm writing a story"

(and it WAS stress at the time, writing a story. I had a very dicey relationship with creative writing for several years)

but anyway yeah...... I could just trick myself into writing a first draft without ever acknowledging I'm writing a first draft

anyway this was also great for me because my two favourite parts of the writing process are 1. taking shitty words that already exist and transforming them and building on them to create something better, and 2. editing and revision. I realise now these are arguably the same thing at times

building and editing, these are my jams. I love taking some garbage and tweaking it and transforming it and finding better ways to describe things and swapping stuff round till it clicks

I could just go through an entire frankendraft like "I'm creating a hyperspecific outline, not a first draft" and then when I finished it I could be like "whew, a first draft, now the hard part is done and I get to do the fun stuff I love!" which is editing, revising, building, transforming this bare bones mess into something genuinely lovely

"but logan doesn't that take away from the mystery and fun of writing??? if you're so specific with your outline, isn't that boring??"

nope! it wasn't for me! I still got all the fun stuff, I just got it in a different way! I simply couldn't do the fun stuff and learning and discovery while I was ALSO trying to, like....... write a story, with style and description and finesse and drama and good words

plus, the most inspiring thing for me was not the Mystery and Adventure of writing (which, again, I still did get), it was my brain being free enough to just relax and write. which is why possessing a frankendraft that just directed me exactly EXACTLY where I needed to go was so freeing and wonderful!

anyway so that was The Frankendraft

long unnecessarily wordy explanation

it's a first draft! it's an outline! it saved my fuckin ass more times than I can count

it served its purpose and I haven't needed to use the technique recently! yeehaw

thanks for coming to my ted talk

[astranva]

Golden (Behind the Scenes)

Word Count: 1.2k

Category: Fluff

Warning: absolutely nothing except if you hate fluff because this is so cute

Summary: Y/N and Harry’s relationship in the Golden’s BTS video.

** tumblr is really out here not showing any of my writings under any tag but here i am lmao

..

There were days when basking in the sun was all you wanted to do; away from all the paperwork, from the chattering noises of gossiping colleagues, from the screens that gave you headaches and had your back aching for days.

There were days when you could do exactly that, like the days you accompanied Harry as he filmed his Golden music video.

Being a muse behind the very song, Harry was extra gleeful when you confirmed that you were joining him after having had used your sick days for that purpose.

You knew that Italy had a special place in not only your heart, but Harry’s, too. It was where the both of you travelled to for the first time together. In fact, it was where you met.

It was a mutual friend’s wedding, both the bride and groom gathering the bridesmaids and groomsmen in a little getaway in Italy, and you and the, then, 23-year-old man seemed to click so much that by the end of the 2-week trip in the Amalfi Coast, you had shared not only phone digits, but soft kisses and unforgettable memories, too.

And for his music video, it was only fitting that he films it where it all started.

“Thank you for coming,” Harry mumbled between kisses to your cheek as you stood with your arms crossed beside the crew, watching as they discussed some shots. His arms were around your shoulders, head leaning against yours as his lips peppered kisses to your skin, “It would’ve sucked without you.”

“You credit me too much,” you smiled, looking up at him and reaching up to place your hand on his cheek, squinting slightly as the sun shone right above you, “You would’ve killed it with or without me.”

Harry feigned a frown, shaking his head to remove your hand childishly, “Lies, and you know it.”

“Stop shaking your head, you baby,” you frowned at him, turning in his arms before reaching up and twiddling a locket of his hair around your finger to curl it like it used to, “Your curls won’t be defined if you keep doing that.”

Oblivious to the camera recording, you stood twiddling Harry’s hair as he closed his eyes with a smile on his face.

But you had your camera with you, too.

Looking down at Harry as he took cautious steps on the rocky ground in his blue swimming trunks, you held your analog videorecorder to your eye, “H!”

Harry looked at you through squinted eyes, putting his hands over his eyes to block the sun, “I’m going to jump!” Harry excitedly said, pointing at the water behind him, “Watch me, love!”

You held your camera then when Harry had just changed, recording him as he was putting on his black mask, “Wait, let us see that face!” You teased, hearing people around you chuckle as Harry lowered the mask, bashfully smiling at the ground as he approached you.

Your camera was rolling as Harry stood, looking to the side.

“Looking gooood, Styles!” You filmed him, watching as he giggled and looked at you, “And these shoes. Yes for me.” You zoomed on the shoes before going up to his face.

“Stop, you’re making me blush.” Harry smiled bashfully, turning his back at you and walking away. You didn’t record him when he turned back around and ran to you, smacking his lips against lips before running back away.

You filmed him as he sat at the back of the golf cart, “You look like a princess.”

Hearing your comment, Harry dramatically crossed his leg over the other, placing his hand on his waist as the cart was driven further into your shot.

When he was seated in the vintage car, you stood back, holding your camera up, “Baby, look at me.”

Harry turned his head back to look at you, wiggling his eyebrows jokingly at the camera in your hands.

For another car shot, you were standing to the side. You didn’t need to call for him, because his eyes moved across people, searching for you before they landed on your figure and he beamed.

“Can’t you join me on the boat?” He had asked for the millionth time before he got on the boat.

“Told you, baby. I want to watch from here. We can have one for ourselves when you’re not working.”

It was your little assurance that had him grinning up at you from the boat as you filmed him, giggling like a child as it moved.

Your favorite bit had to be when he was lying on the lounge chair in an oversized burgundy shirt and matching wide pants, a hat on his head.

“We’re back in the medieval times with Mr. Harry Styles,” you said as you filmed him, “Here he is, with his tea.”

“Hey, look-watch this,” he giggled, picking up his saucer and teacup before taking a sip, sticking his pinky out as you zoomed in on his face, “Since you call me princess and all.”

“The prettiest princess.” You swooned before putting down your camera.

You probably filmed Harry jumping into the water too many times, but how couldn’t you when he looked like that?

During the last day of shooting, and right as everyone was wrapping up, you sat in the car waiting for Harry with sleepy eyes and a tired body after all that you had done that day, and every day of filming.

“Ciao ragazze!” You heard Harry shout, screams outside getting louder before the door was opened and Harry got inside, waving to someone outside, “Ciao.”

You smiled at the interaction, stomach full of butterflies at the sight of him and at the reminder of the cuddles you were going to get in a short time.

“Are you tired, baby?” Harry asked softly, turning to look at you and opening his arms so you could scoot and cuddle against him. Pressing a kiss to your forehead, Harry wrapped his arms tightly around you, “You tired, love?” He had whispered, grazing your forehead with his lips, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You said just as softly, cuddling closer against him, finally closing your eyes.

It was after Golden was premiered that everyone suggested your videos to be added to the Golden (Behind the Scenes) video, and while you held on to a few very personal footages, Harry was beaming with pride as he watched the bits you shot get added.

“My girlfriend shot that.” He’d point out as he watched the video throughout its editing process. “Did you hear that giggle? That’s my girlfriend’s.”

It was why footages of you were added; twiddling Harry’s hair, beaming at the cameraman as you sat on Harry’s shoulders while the both of you went for a dip, holding your analog camera as you stood in Harry’s cream oversized shirt with the burgundy hat on your head, the camera moving from Harry shaking his shoulders and dancing in his light blue blazer to you mirroring his moves before going back to Harry whose eyes fell on you and broke into a laugh, the short conversation you had in the car as you were sleepy, though you weren’t seen.

But the fans knew it was you, and they knew that there couldn’t be a better ending for the video;

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

[atlabeth]

neighborly things - sokka x fem!reader

summary: reader can’t make things for shit. thankfully, she has a cute and crafty neighbor willing to help her. 

a/n: im so sorry lmao. i have requests and i have 2 series that havent been updated in like a month but sometimes i just need to write a stupid little oneshot to get back in the writing mood. i did this in an hour 

im not a screwdriver expert so dont come at me if some of this info is wrong lmao 

wc: 1.6k 

warning(s): some cursing but otherwise pure fluff. also i didnt proofread im SORRY im pretty sure they laugh grin and smile like 200 times 

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“Dammit!” 

 Anyone unfortunate enough to have a place near you during this time would have heard the phrase on more than twenty occasions, and it wasn’t even noon yet. You had gotten the parts in the mail to put together a new dresser a couple days ago, and had finally decided to take on the task. You didn’t know if it was because you were inexperienced with furniture or just lacked basic comprehension skills, but it was proving to be no less than Herculean. 

 You threw the screwdriver at the wall and fell back to the floor as you let your arms sprawl out above you. You had been trying to screw in a part for no less than thirty minutes, and if a miracle didn’t happen right about now, you were going to lose your mind. 

Your head snapped towards the door when she heard a knock, and your brows creased. “God?” You muttered as you got up, wondering if you had actually thought a miracle into existence. 

 You weren’t greeted by a deity when you opened the door, but the man standing in front of you was pretty damn close. With ocean blue eyes, hair pulled back in a ponytail with shaved sides, and toned arms, he was a sight to behold. But you had no idea why he was in front of your door. 

 “Hey, are you okay?” He questioned, genuine concern in his tone. 

 “Um, yeah, why?” You were trying to rack your brain for any memory of this guy — because you knew you would remember him if you had seen him before — but to no avail. “Also, who are you and why are you here?”

 “Right,” he chuckled. “My name’s Sokka. I’m your neighbor; I live—” he gestured at the door just next to your place, “—over there. Moved in a couple weeks ago, so that’s probably why you don’t know me. I’ve just been hearing a lot of cursing and loud noises coming from your place, so I figured I would stop in and see what was going on.” 

 “Oh. That’s.. very considerate of you, Sokka. I’m just…” you sighed and chuckled at the ridiculousness of it all. “I’m just trying to put together a dresser, and it’s not going well at all. That latest sound you heard was the culmination of my rage. I threw a screwdriver at the wall.” 

 “Yeah, that’ll do it,” he laughed. “Listen. I don’t wanna intrude on you or anything, but I happen to be pretty good at putting things together. I had to do a lot of furniture construction when I first moved in, plus I’m the one all my friends call when they need help with putting anything together. I could probably help you with whatever’s troubling you.”  

 “Are you serious?” 

 “Oh, no. I just go door to door joking around with people, asking if they need help with their furniture, sometimes I ask if their refrigerator is running? It really gets a kick out of them.” 

 You rolled your eyes goodnaturedly and stepped aside so he could enter your apartment. “Thank you so much, Sokka. I’ve read the instructions a million times, I seriously don’t know what I’m doing wrong.” 

 He crouched down and picked up the manual, turning to a dog-eared page and skimming over the instructions. He pointed at the screwdriver you had thrown against the wall and glanced back at you. “Is that the one you’ve been using?” 

 You closed and locked the door behind him then walked over to the wall, picking up the unfortunate victim of your anger and spinning it in your hands. “Yeah, why?” 

 “Do you know what kind it is?” 

 “Um.. maybe? God, I don’t know. I think it’s a Phillip’s head?” 

 Sokka laughed and shook his head, holding up the manual so you could see it. “That’s where you’re going wrong. You need a Pozidriv for these screws — they’re similar enough that anyone can make a mistake.”

 You stared at Sokka in complete amazement — apparently, your savior lived next door, and he came in the form of a handsome guy with basic knowledge on putting furniture together. “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” you said as you walked over and took the booklet from himl. You flipped through it a couple times and read over the part, shaking your head in disbelief. 

 “You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” you repeated, louder this time. “Do you know how long I’ve been trying to get that thing to- to work, to screw, to— whatever you call it?” 

 “It’s actually to—”

 “Thirty minutes!” You interrupted, earning a small chuckle from Sokka. “Thirty damn minutes that I have been trying to get that screw in, and it’s all because I was using the wrong screwdriver. Why would they make screwdrivers that are so similar but aren’t interchangeable?!” 

 He shrugged and held up his hands. “Don’t ask me — I don’t make the rules, I just follow them. But like I said; this dresser might fall apart if you keep using this thing. I actually have a Pozidriv back at my place, I can go get it and we can finish this up together.” 

 “God, that would be the biggest help,” you admitted. “But I don’t wanna take up your time — I don’t know how I would even repay you.” 

 “I’m doing this because I want to help you,” he said. “You don’t have to repay me. Think of it as… as a neighborly thing.” 

 “A neighborly thing?” you repeated with a laugh. “Well, if you’re offering, I’m definitely not going to refuse.” 

 “I am offering,” Sokka winked. “And unless you want to be at this for another three days, I think you should take that offer.” 

 You pretended to deliberate over it before letting out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I’ll let you help me. I mean, really you should be thanking me for this brilliant opportunity to, um.. hone your skills.” 

 He laughed, a brilliant sound that made your heart sing, and nodded as he went back to the door. “Thank you so much for letting me put together this dresser. Truly, it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

 “Then I’m happy to be of assistance.” 

 Sokka grinned then unlocked and opened the door. “I’ll be right back, then we can get started.”

 -

 Once he got back, the two of you got to work. The next three hours passed so quickly as you and Sokka talked about everything from the work you did to people in your lives (no girlfriend, thankfully), to exchanging stories — even the silence, though rare, was comfortable. 

 Sokka pushed the last drawer into its place then clapped his hands as he stood up, admiring the fruits of your labor. “And that’s it! We’re done.”

 “Wait, we’re done? Already?” You set down the instruction manual and stood up as well, backing up to Sokka’s position to see what he saw. “Wow, that looks.. that looks just like the picture. We are good at this! Well, you’re really good at this, I’m good at keeping you entertained. But still!” 

 You held your hand up for a high five and he laughed, but not without meeting it with a satisfying clap. 

 “It does look pretty good,” he admitted. “And not only do you have a brand new, fully functioning dresser, you also had the priceless experience of spending three hours with the neighbor you know nothing about.” 

 “That’s not true,” you countered. “I know that you’re really good at putting things together, you’re a genius when it comes to anything math or science, and you hate blueberries.” 

 Sokka snickered and brushed his hands off on his jeans. “That’s everything there is to know.” 

 “I dunno, Sokka. You seem like a pretty interesting guy.”

 “Really?”

 “Yeah. It’s not every day that someone offers to put together a whole dresser just because they feel bad.”

 “Well—” he tore off a blank part of the instruction manual and picked up a spare pen from the counter, then put it up against the wall as he scribbled something on it. Sokka put the pen down and handed the slip of paper to you with a smile. “If you ever need any more help with furniture, then call me.” 

 You could feel your cheeks heat up as you took the paper. Your fingers brushed ever so slightly as you took the slip of paper, and you decided to just go for it. You bit back a grin and tried to sound as innocuous as possible. “And if I want to get to know you beyond the blueberries?” 

 Sokka laughed and leaned against the doorframe. “Definitely call me.”  

 “Great.” 

 The two of you smiled at each other like idiots for way too long before a notification from his phone broke the silence. He jumped from the sudden noise and dug his phone out of his pocket, giving you an apologetic look. “Sorry, my sister just texted me and I gotta get over to her place.” Sokka started towards the door then paused and turned around. “I actually had a lot of fun doing this, though. I’ll see you around, yeah?” 

 “Yeah.” You knew you had that same smile on your face, but it just wouldn’t go away. His energy was contagious. “Definitely.” 

 “Great.” He winked at you one last time then left, closing the door behind him, and finally snapping you out of your spell. 

 You leaned against the dresser and stared at the slip of paper in your hands, committing the number to memory. 

 You were definitely going to take him up on that offer. 

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perm tag list: @dv0412 @siriuslyslyslytherin​

[hufflautia]

Oblivious

Summary: Hufflepuff is smacked with the realization that he’s oblivious—literally.

~~

Hufflepuff walked through the halls with Slytherin while telling her what happened today.

“She said she’s liked me for months!” he gestured around with his hands. Slytherin took in his words with an odd feeling settling in her chest. It wasn’t exactly comforting to hear another girl pining over her best friend who she’s had a crush on since third year.

“I can’t believe I never got the hint,” Hufflepuff continued as they came to a stop in front of the Slytherin common room. “I’m so oblivious sometimes. A girl could smack me on the head and I wouldn’t realize she was into me.”

Slytherin, who had been leaning against the wall across from him, walked over and smacked his head.

“Ow!” Hufflepuff stared at her, his brows knitted. “What the hell was that for?!”

Looking slightly amused, she stared back at him expectantly. But when he said “What?”, her smile faded.

“Are you serious?”

He frowned. “What do you mean?”

Her expression hardening, she shook her head. “You really are oblivious,” she grumbled, turning away from him.

Hufflepuff watched as she put in the password to her common room. He stared at her back, desperately trying to figure out what went wrong. Why did she get so angry all of a sudden?

Slytherin stepped through and was about to shut the door in his face when it suddenly clicked. Hufflepuff quickly stuck his foot through the small opening before she could close the door.

“Wait!”

There was a pause, and he heard a sigh. The door inched open enough for him to see her cold expression. Guilt washed over him.

“I’m sorry,” he began, his hand still pressed against the wood of the door. “I just realized what you meant and fuck, I’m sorry I didn’t realize sooner, it completely flew over my head. I don’t know if you still—...well, if you’d like to—.... I mean, if you don’t want to, that’s completely fine, but I…” He stopped when he saw how confused she looked. He had a tendency to ramble on and on when he was nervous.

Hufflepuff took a deep breath and exhaled. “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

He held his breath, waiting for her response. Her expression was unreadable, and he felt a cold drip of panic. Shit, what if she was just joking before? Maybe I read it all wrong, she—

Before Hufflepuff could react, Slytherin flung the door open and kissed him. Their teeth clashed at first, and he had to grab the side of the doorway to steady himself from the sudden force of impact.

But he didn’t care. Not one bit.

Hufflepuff leaned forward when she pulled away, his lips trying to follow hers. He slowly opened his eyes to see Slytherin staring back at him, her eyes soft.

“I’ve wanted to do that for a long time,” she whispered.

He blinked, a smile pulling at his lips.

“Damn,” he breathed. “I really am oblivious.”

A/N: Hey lovelies! First of all, thank you for 900!! I made a separate post to give my thanks, but I thought I should do it again <3

Secondly, happy one-year anniversary to Chapter 2 of the slytherpuff series (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ I just realized this today when I checked the date that I posted Chapter 2 (it was truly out of the blue lmao I was curious) - it was actually on July 3rd but that's ok! Speaking of the series, I'm currently working on chapter 5 - stay tuned for that (maybe in the coming weeks?? I don't know, I have work and it's truly a drag).

Anyways, I came up with this fic idea in MARCH but I didn’t have the time to write it until now. It’s inspired by a reddit post that someone had screenshotted and pasted on Tumblr with some commentary and was then posted on Insta, which is where I found it. I wish I could link the reddit post but I’m unable to access it via reddit. I’ll add the screenshot I took below!

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[stylesthebrave]

Annual Writing Self-Evaluation

thank you to Miia @larrydoinglaundry and Stef @solvetheminourdreams for tagging me ❤️ I finally finished writing the scene i told myself I’d get done today, so here we are :)

1. Number of stories posted to AO3: 5

2. Word count posted for the year: 148,875 

3. Fandoms I wrote for: One Direction ;)

4. Pairings: Harry Styles/ Louis Tomlinson

5. Stories with the most:

-Kudos: never doubt i love

-Bookmarks: never doubt i love

-Comments: never doubt i love

More under the cut <3

6. Work I’m most proud of (and why): 

the stars are smiling, definitely. Because I struggled with it so much and had to ask for an extension for the fest and it took a lot of time and rewriting to get it to where it is. But I did it, somehow, and I love how it turned out, and the love I’ve received for it has been unexplainable.

7. Work I’m least proud of (and why):

Uhmm… maybe… I dont knowww. I cant choose a least favorite okok. Probably falling in love (with you).

8. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

ooh. this is a hard one. 

is it bad to say anyone who has ever said that one of my fics made them cry? idk, I just feel like it takes depth to make someone cry, especially with fanfic, so I always take that as a compliment. 

I also vividly remember this being the very first long-ish comment that I ever got, so this one might not be a favorite but it meant a lot to me this year:

Ahhhh where do I start? There are so many things I loved about this fic. I love the pace, the setting and the characters. I loved the way HL complemented each other but yet they fit in. I loved the lil Ziam side plot and I loved the way you presented H's marriage. This is such a good fic. It's got everything I love: teacher Louis, footie Louis, good family and friends dynamic, a good back story, solid arguments and just the perfect amount of angst. It's like you read my mind or something.

Loved it so much! Can't wait to read more from you.

9. A time when writing was really, really hard: 

oof. you mean other than all of the time?

This summer, I think. I was really busy over the summer which wasn’t really a bad thing but it did limit the time I had to write which wasn’t fun. 

10. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

I definitely didn’t expect to write a vampire fic this year. So... the entirety of Thrill You Tonight, lmao.

11. A favorite excerpt from your writing:

Ooh.

I actually still really like the scene in the summary of NDIL, but since the summary is the end of this scene, I’ll give you the part right before it:

“Can I ask you something?”

Harry moves closer. “Anything.”

“How - um,” Louis stops, taking a breath and composing himself for second. “How were you so sure? Like, after the… the divorce, how were you sure that you might want to see someone again?” Harry tenses as Louis adds, “Why aren’t you scared that it’ll end the same way?”

The ringing in Louis’ ears returns as Harry’s chest rises and falls with slow breaths, clearly trying to think of something to say. His own fists are clenching and releasing in anticipation, and the longer the silence goes on, the more anxious he becomes, unable to focus on anything other than the man in front of him.

When Harry finally responds, Louis’ breath noticeably hitches.

“I am scared,” Harry says calmly. “For sure. Relationships are… you’re right, they’re scary. Love is scary.” He takes a deep breath. “It’s dangerous. Risky. But… it’s brave, and it’s life. That’s what makes us human. We just have to trust that things might turn out okay, and if they don’t, then we have the power to pick ourselves back up again.” He swallows, fiddling with the hem of his jumper, and his voice is strangled when he says, “And I know that this time, it’ll be on my timetable, and that I’m not going to let anyone tell me how to live my life. You know who made me realize that?”

Louis stops breathing when he whispers, “Me?” and Harry nods to confirm, humming. “Does that mean…” he starts, pausing to rephrase. “Are you saying I’m not human? Because I’ve never trusted that things might be okay?”

“No,” Harry answers definitively. “I’m saying that you’re afraid of living. Life isn’t life without the good moments and the bad moments. If you’re always running away from the bad moments, then you aren’t living.”

12. How did you grow as a writer this year:

Hm. I think this year I learned how to have more patience with myself. I learned that the best work doesn’t always come in the first draft and that reworking characters and rewriting scenes does not mean that my writing isn’t good or that the finished product will be as messy.

13. How do you hope to grow next year:

I…. Hope I continue to write all year long. That isn’t really “growing” but there were definitely times this year where i went months without writing, and i could tell that it took a toll on my overall creativity.

14. Who has been your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

All the friends I’ve made! I cannot possibly choose one, but @larrydoinglaundry has been the best person ever to talk to, both inside and outside of fandom and fanfic❤️ And of course @princelyharry who always inspires me to keep writing. Crazy to think I met both of you this year, and pixie only a couple months ago.

15. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Gonna steal stef’s answer for this one:

hahahahah

16. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers?

This is not really wisdom but it is something that Miia and I talked about a lot this year:

just write! This is fanfiction; it doesn’t need to be perfect! I know it can be hard to go easy on ourselves but once in a while I think everyone could use the reminder that we do this in our free time, for free, for ourselves to have a creative outlet. Write good things, write bad things, write short things and long things, write whatever the fuck you want because at the end of that day, it’s for you and no one else.

17. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Ofc Pixie and I’s two fics, a Valentine’s Day fic (or two) and some other fun things that I’ll keep a secret for now ;)

18. Tag someone who’s answers you’d like to read:

Have no clue who has done this and who hasnt but I love reading these so:

@princelyharry @neondiamond @larry-hiatus @dontworrylouis @hershelsue @beelou @narrylover @pirouettefrappelatte @thebreadvansstuff @parmahamlarrie @cowboylarries @greenblueish @larryyouknow

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[SVT Imprinted] Hansol: Cliché

Anonymous asked: I just read your Imprinted Series and can I say I am in love? Both with the series and your writings?! Can you make one with Vernon too (fluff and smut)? You can decide the setting cuz you’re so good at it!

Characters: Hansol x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fluff, a lil tiny bit of angst but it’s super small, smut (beach sex so i guess it’s kinda public but like nobody’s around lmao, unprotected sex [remember to be safe ok], idk it’s just really soft and vanilla)

Word count: 5,234

Summary: Even though he’s a werewolf and has no other need than to make you his as soon as possible, Hansol wants to do things right, no matter how cheesy it may be.

Tags: @psshwa​​​​​​ @uglyratlmao​​​​​​ @brokenbutchocolate​​​​​ @shra-vasti​​ 

Unable to tag: @junuoyi

a/n: things in bold are in english (tbh reading over this after not seeing it for so long, im not really 100% happy with what i originally wrote but im unsure how to change it to make it so i am happy with it soooo i didn’t change anything and im sorry if it sucks lmao i originally wrote it 2 years ago ok)

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Hansol didn’t expect to fall for the random stranger that was dragged into his house, soaking wet from the rain outside with a half-conscious girl clinging to her side. Yet there you were, holding Jihoon’s mate up and crying to Aya because you were just as lost and confused as everybody else.

“Stop gawking, weirdo,” Seungkwan told him as soon as Bomi went upstairs with you to get you into so dry clothes. “Her friend is passing out and bleeding, and you’re dreamily staring at her. Let her breathe.”

But how could he stop staring? The feeling to hold you and dry your tears and tell you everything would be okay hit him like a bus. He almost raced up the stairs after you and offered you up his entire closet.

By the time you came back downstairs, food was being made by Juri and Faye in the kitchen. You had a towel to dry out your hair, and you were in one of Bomi’s old t-shirts and a pair of cotton shorts. Bomi noticed Hansol’s stares and gave him a look that told him to quit it before leading you to the kitchen instead.

Hansol, being too love sick, got up and followed.

“Dude!” Seungcheol groaned.

He didn’t reply and just kept walking.

You were sitting at the table with Bomi, who was calmly asking you what happened. You explained that you just showed up to Eunmi’s apartment and saw the place was a mess. Things were smashed on the floor, the curtains were clawed up, the furniture was tipped over, and there was blood on the floor. That was when you found Eunmi and rushed her over here.

“I knew about Jihoon and the pack,” you told the werewolf hunter, “but I didn’t know why she’d want to come here. She said she wanted to avoid their kind at all costs because of Jinsoo.”

“Jinsoo is her ex boyfriend, yes?” Bomi asked. “The one who did this to her?”

You nodded, “He was always…violent. But I’m the idiot that set them up.”

“How?” Hansol’s soft voice cut through the girls in the kitchen, making you jump. “How did you set them up?”

“I was the first friend he made when he moved here,” you explained slowly, a bit wary of the wolf in the room despite how your heart raced when you looked at him. “I was the first person he told when he shifted. When I met Eunmi, I introduced them. Now, I’m…really regretting it.”

“Aw, you couldn’t have known,” Hansol shrugged, taking a seat two seats away from Bomi. “Don’t blame yourself. I’m Hansol, by the way.”

“_____,” you replied.

“That’s a pretty name,” he smiled warmly.

"Soooo,” Faye began, just trying to make conversation, “where’re you from, _____?”

“I moved over here from American when I was--”

The tall girl by the stove suddenly whipped around and began speaking to you in English excitedly, “You’re from America? So am I! When did you move here? Why did you? What d-”

“Dude, quit it!” Bomi whined. “Only two people in this kitchen know what you’re saying!”

“Two…?” you wondered.

Hansol waved a bit with a small smile.

So, wanting to impress you and make you feel safer, Hansol spoke to you in your native tongue, bringing you to the living room when the girls who couldn’t understand felt annoyed and out of place. None of the wolves in the living room minded, but you did feel their stares from time to time as you and Hansol sat in the corner together and spoke quietly so you wouldn’t interrupt the wolves watching TV.

Ever since then, you’d been pretty close with Hansol. Eunmi didn’t know English, and you didn’t really have any friends who did. It wasn’t that you felt better speaking in English, because you were comfortable with either language, but you just felt sort of…home.

It wasn’t even just speaking to him, it was being around him in general. You felt warm and fuzzy inside, and you just felt happy. And after not only being basically alone when you’d shown up to Korea, but burning the bridge with your family, you were happy to have someone that made you feel okay again.

Obviously, you knew what it meant. As soon as you felt your heart flutter when you looked at his face that you swore was hand carved by the gods, you knew what was happening. However, if Eunmi chose to trust this pack, you wouldn’t push him away off the bat. You’d take things slowly.

You did spend a lot of time at the wolves’ house, though, since Eunmi was the mate of one of them, and the two of you refused to go back to her apartment -- even if Jihoon hadn’t forbidden it, you still wouldn’t have gone back there. But since it had been a week and you two were just swapping between various clothing items borrowed from the girls, Jihoon, Jeonghan, Jun, and Minghao had gone to Eunmi’s apartment to collect your things and bring them back -- including Eunmi’s beloved motorcycle.

So while the four boys were gone and a handful of others had classes or jobs to tend to, you were left at the house with Hansol, Aya, Faye, Seungkwan, and Chan. However, Aya had warned you that Seungkwan had been acting ‘off’ but you kind of already knew what it meant. She might as well have told you, ‘mating season is coming for him, so stay away’.

Aya and Faye were doing laundry while you and the two youngest of the pack sat in the living room together to watch TV. You only heard the occasional giggle from the two girls from the laundry room. Other than that, the only noise was the TV playing Criminal Minds because Chan insisted it would help him “track down the enemies of the pack”.

“Hey,” Hansol suddenly spoke up, breaking you attention from the TV to immediately look at him. He looked at you like he didn’t even expect to speak up, his eyes darting away as he seemed to collect his thoughts, before his golden eyes looked back at you again, “I was…thinking…”

You nodded slowly, “Okay…”

“We’ve been hanging out a lot, and… Well, I just think that… I know it’s kinda soon, but I…” he kept trailing off and starting over, rubbing the back of his neck.

You giggled softly, gently nudging him with your elbow. “Come on, Sol, you can say whatever you want to.”

“I know,” he sighed, “but I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable, especially after the bad experiences you and Eunmi have had.”

“Well, if it makes me uncomfortable, then I’ll let you know.”

He inhaled deeply before letting it out slowly, and pausing before he spoke, “Would you like to go on a date with me?”

You couldn’t say you didn’t see it coming, because you quickly learned Hansol was pretty gentlemanly and wouldn’t do anything without properly asking you out. The most he’d done was held your hand once or twice, and let you fall asleep on his shoulder the first night you stayed at the house. Other than that, he mostly kept his hands to himself, which you assumed must’ve been hard considering how every other mated couple was all over each other.

Even the brothers were all over each other, but in a more vicious kind of way, so maybe that didn’t count.

You nodded, giving him a warm smile, “Yeah.”

“Y-yeah?” he repeated, shocked you’d actually agreed.

“Yeah!” you laughed softly. “When?”

He looked away, searching his brain for an answer, “…I didn’t think I’d get this far.”

You chuckled, standing up from the couch, “Why not now?”

“Now?”

You nodded, “Yeah, now! We have nothing to do, everybody’s busy--”

Hansol stood up as well, panic in his eyes, “But I haven’t planned anything.”

You scoffed, “Have you met Eunmi and me? We’re only ever spontaneous.”

“Hansol usually is too,” Chan said, muttering afterwards, “unless it comes to you.”

Hansol just ignored Chan’s comment, asking you, “So where do you want to go, then?”

-

Hansol held your hand as the two of you walked down the beach, your fingers laced together as each of your free hands held ice cream cones that you licked at. While it was definitely an impromptu date, it was still a good one. The two of you got in the car and decided that since it was warm and sunny outside, the beach seemed like a good place to go. Instead of driving straight to the pier, though, you decided to park at one end of the beach and walk the rest of the way together.

“Do you think I can manage to win you something?” Hansol wondered aloud, taking another lick of his mint chocolate chip ice cream.

“With your eyesight and strength, I’d say so,” you shrugged.

“But these games are rigged, so do you think it’s still possible?”

You nodded, licking a stream of cotton candy ice cream that had spilled over your cone before it reached your hand. Hansol’s eyes never left you, so you were blushing at how suggestive it probably looked to him, especially the way he bit his lip.

The ocean water washed up to the sand, getting your feet wet before rushing back out with the tide. You turned your attention away from the boy you were holding hands with to stare at the ocean and how it sparkled in a million ways in the sunlight. The water seemed so much prettier here than back home.

Truthfully, everything seemed prettier.

“What’re you thinking about?” Hansol’s question recaptured your attention. When you looked back at him, he was looking at you like all he wanted to do was know what was going on in your head. “You space out like that a lot; I always just assume you’re thinking.”

You shrugged, “Just about home.”

“Can I ask why you decided to come here?” he wondered, giving your hand a gentle squeeze.

The story wasn’t anything too interesting. Your parents moved here because your dad had to move for work. You showed up your first year of high school and immediately became friends with the kid across the street, who later became Eunmi’s -- now ex -- boyfriend.

You had begun learned the Korean language a little before you moved, so you were taught at an after school tutoring company, and then you were taught in school when you moved. You enjoyed learning a new language, but it was hard because you were older. Even now, you prefered speaking your native language because you just felt like your Korean wasn’t great despite speaking it for a long time now -- but Hansol didn’t mind speaking to you in English because he wanted you to be comfortable. The two of you only really had conversation in Korean when the pack was involved, but he always encouraged you.

However, once you’d moved to Korea, you were scared to speak. You were shy at first and afraid of messing your words up. You didn’t know a lot of Korean at first anyway, so kids sometimes made fun of you for not speaking well, if at all. Your grades started slipping because you weren’t happy. You got into a big fight with your parents about being a disappointment, and once you and Eunmi had become close, you left home and moved in with her and her family. 

The two of you were inseparable ever since, and you never spoke to your family after that.

Even though you found your backstory to be boring, Hansol was hanging onto your every word. Everything that came out of your mouth deserved the upmost attention in his mind, so you couldn’t help but blush when you found him staring so intently at you once you were finished speaking.

“Wow…” he said softly, his ice cream melting down the sides of his cone. You gestured to the mess with your head, and he quickly lapped it up with his tongue before looking back at you again. “I’m sorry about your family, _____.”

You shrugged, “They always held me to really high standards, anyway. I’m better off without ‘em.”

You hadn’t even realized you reached the pier until Hansol was tugging you to walk back up the beach. “Not to sound cheesy--”

“But you will sound cheesy,” you laughed.

He smiled sheepishly, his face turning a light shade of pink, “Well, yeah. But if you hadn’t gone through all that, I might not have met you.”

“Like how Eunmi wouldn’t have met Jihoon without Jinsoo.”

“Exactly. Sometimes shitty things have to happen for good things to happen.”

“Great things,” you corrected, making the blush on his face deepen.

“Great things,” he agreed.

After an entire afternoon spent on the pier, you had your arms full of stuffed animals that Hansol had won for you, and you were full of sugary snacks and overpriced carnival-esque food. But you’d never been so happy in your life.

The two of you decided to sit under the pier now that nobody else was around. It was a good thing, too, since Hansol’s contacts had worn off, and he was left with the beautiful gold that you enjoyed staring into. The two of you sat down on his flannel he’d laid out and watched as the pinks and oranges of the sunset faded into deep purples and dark blues.

“Thanks for going out with me today,” Hansol smiled, breaking his gaze away from the view over the ocean to look at the better view beside him. “I had a lot of fun with you.”

“Technically the date isn’t over,” you pointed out, “so you don’t have to thank me yet.”

“Am I still supposed to like, walk you to the front door and kiss your cheek?” he chuckled, nudging you with his shoulder. He’d gotten a lot more comfortable around you today, which made you happy because you felt the same way. “I can’t even walk you to your bedroom door at the very least because you sleep on the couch.”

“You know, Aya said there was a spare bedroom in the basement, but she didn’t tell me why I couldn’t use it…”

Hansol’s eyes widened as he quickly shook his head in tiny movements, “You don’t wanna know.”

Your eyes scanned the beach, seeing that it was now empty. Above you, you could still hear the noise of the people on the boardwalk, but you two were basically alone beneath it.

And then you got an idea.

“Wanna do something fun?” you asked, looking at him with a mischievous grin.

Hansol grinned, sitting up straighter, “I’m up for anything!”

You stood up and began tugging your shirt off, making Hansol visibly gulp as his face and neck turned red. You looked at him and giggled, tossing your shirt in his face. He just left it there, unsure of what to do.

“C’mon, we’re going swimming!” you told him, unbuttoning your shorts and pushing them down your legs.

Slowly, you pulled your shirt over your head, and Hansol tried his best to keep his gaze glued to your face. But it was definitely hard to when he’d mostly given you your personal space, and you were his mate. He had needs that were hard to ignore.

“In…our underwear?” he asked slowly.

You shrugged, “Unless you planned on--”

“No, no, no!” he quickly held his hands out to stop you from completing your sentence. He finally stood up and pulled his shirt over his head -- you’d be lying if you said you didn’t scan his body while his face was covered with the material. “Alright, but don’t…take off anything else.”

“Why?” you wondered teasingly.

He half-smiled, but it was too innocent to intimidate you, “Because I don’t know if I could stop myself, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

Somehow, the innocence in his awkward little smile turned you on more than you thought it would. You just shook the thought away and started walking toward the water, not bothering to wait for Hansol to remove his jeans. However, he was right beside you as you reached the edge of the ocean, the chilly water hitting your feet and making you squeal as you stumbled back.

Hansol laughed at your reaction, finding it adorable, and reached out to take your hand, “You good?”

You wondered how he could continue to just stand there, but his tolerance was much higher than yours, “The water’s kinda cold.”

“…It’s the ocean,” he reminded you with a soft laugh. “Come here, I’ll warm you up.”

Maybe it was the fact he was just in his red boxers, but something about Hansol’s choice of words kind of turned you on. This wasn’t unnoticed by him, but he didn’t tell you that. He just wrapped his arms around your waist when you walked over to him, and placed you on his feet. Then he began walking toward the water, the warmth of his body balancing out the nippy water.

Once you were about waist deep in the water, Hansol bent to grab your legs, picking you up bridal style and holding you above the water. However, the grin on his face with an evil gleam in his golden eyes told you his gesture wasn’t completely innocent.

“Hansol…” your eyes went wide as your arms immediately wrapped around his neck. “Don’t you dare.”

“Or what?” he tested, his tongue poking out between a perfect set of teeth as he smiled.

“I’ll take you down with me,” you threatened, your arms tightening around him.

He shrugged, “I’m fine with that.”

“Hansol, n--!”

Before you could even get your protest out, your mate had ducked down into the water with you. The cold hit your face and sent a rush throughout your entire body, making you feel more awake than you had felt in a long time.

You gently pushed out of Hansol’s grip and planted your feet on the ocean floor before pushing yourself back up. The warm air of the night hit your wet skin, and you gasped for air as you flipped your hair out of your face. Hansol followed you back up soon after, shoving his wet hair out of his eyes with one hand.

He grinned down at you, “That’s one way to be spontaneous, right?”

You pouted playfully, splashing him, “You suck!”

He shrugged, laughing, “I deserve that.”

Hansol looked breathtaking with water droplets falling down his face, his hair pushed back and messy from the water, and his eyes sparkling in the light of the moon in the sky. You’d never met anyone quite like Hansol, and not just because he was a werewolf. He wasn’t only beautiful on the outside, but he was on the inside. He was kind and appreciative of everything, and he always tried his best to study your body language to tell when you were okay with things and when you weren’t. Hell, he was too afraid to ask you out because he was scared to make you uncomfortable.

What did you ever do to deserve someone as amazing as him?

You didn’t even notice you were staring until Hansol brushed some wet hair that had fallen in your face away, his smile blinding, “What is it?”

Instead of replying, you just stepped forward and let your instincts guide you, your lips meeting his sweetly but with power behind it. You could tell he was startled at first, but he quickly relaxed and let his hands rest comfortably on your bare waist, his hands warming up the skin that was under the water.

Since Hansol didn’t want to cross the line, you were the one leading the kiss. You decided how long it lasted and how heated it got. But at the moment, you didn’t really want to stop kissing him. Your tongue swept across his lower lip as your fingers tangled in his hair, carding through the soaked strands as he let out a soft grumble that vibrated against your chest.

The two of you stood comfortably for a few blissful moments, enjoying having the other in each other’s arms while you kissed. But then Hansol pulled away just enough to speak, his nose brushing against yours, “Just tell me when you want to stop.”

You smirked, “What if I don’t want to?”

He chuckled, easily lifting you off of the ground, his hands gripping below your thighs as he turned to walk you back to shore, “This isn’t how I planned our first time at all.”

You giggled, pressing a kiss to the corner of his lips as your legs wrapped around his waist, “You planned out our first time together?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, finally reaching dry land and carrying you over to his flannel, laying you down on your back, “but this could be just as romantic as my idea.”

“I bet your idea was something cheesy like kicking the pack out and setting up candles in your room,” you teased, poking the button of his nose.

“So what if it was?” he laughed, pressing a kiss to your lips before you could reply. But his lips were soon traveling lower, exploring the skin of your neck and peppering it with soft kisses. “Just tell me if you’re ever unsure about anything.”

“I know, Hansol,” you hummed. You couldn’t be more happy than you were now, actually. “But you have to do the same.”

“I’m always sure about everything when it comes to you.”

“God, you can’t get cheesier.”

He chuckled against your skin, his hot breath fanning you, “I’m not cheesy, I’m just…what’s a word like ‘old fashioned’ but in English?”

"You’re asking for translations now?” you laughed softly as you played with his hair. But truthfully, you couldn’t remember it either, so you just replied with, “You’re too young to be old fashioned anyway.”

Instead of bantering with you, Hansol let you win this one and continued to nip lightly at your skin while his hands moved down your waist to your thighs, gently pushing your legs apart to not only make more room for him to sit between them, but for his fingers to hook themselves into the waistband of your underwear and slide them down.

While he did that, you took off your bra, the sopping wet material making your body feel colder than it was. Hansol quickly noticed you no longer had the article of clothing on your body and took complete advantage, his pink lips wrapping around one of your nipples and flicking his tongue over the hardening nub. You let out a soft moan that sounded like the prettiest sound in the world to him, and it had his boxers suddenly becoming tighter and tighter.

He growled lowly, needing to hear the sound again, but louder. He ran his thumb over your clit, smirking when you let out a soft gasp. Experimentally, he inserted his index finger into you, looking up at you through his lashes while his mouth traveled from one breast to the other and did the same thing as before.

“Hansol…” you sighed, your eyes closing with pleasure as one hand clung to his flannel beneath you. 

He lifted his head, looking directly down at you now, “Is that okay? Can I do more?”

You nodded, opening your eyes to look at him, “I can handle more.”

He inserted a second finger and slowly moved them in and out of you, studying your face for any sign of discomfort. When you bit your lip softly and moaned, he knew he was still doing things correctly. He wanted to always be 100% sure you were enjoying yourself.

He increased his pace, his thumb joining in with his ministrations to rub circles into your clit. Your hands flew to his shoulders, squeezing them as you tried to rock your hips against his fingers, “Fuck…H-Hansol.”

“Does that feel good?” he asked, softly biting his lower lip as he saw your brows pull slightly together, and your eyes close again.

You nodded, “R-really good.”

“Do you think you’ll be okay if I…” he trailed off, not seeming to know how to ask if he could be inside you. He didn’t want to make it seem like he was focusing on his own pleasure because he wasn’t -- even if his dick was straining inside his boxers quite uncomfortably at this point. But it was just in his instincts to want to properly mate with you, and that’s how he had to do it. “It’s okay if you say no.”

One hand went to the back of Hansol’s neck, pulling him down so you could capture his lips with yours. The kiss was shorter than the ones before, but it was still just as sweet and meaningful.

“Of course I want you to,” you told him, looking deep into his eyes when you pulled away to speak. “I’m glad that you want to put me first, though.”

“Are you sure?” he asked.

“Positive,” you nodded.

He sat back to pull down his boxers, and you watched him with hooded eyes. You thought Hansol looked perfect with just boxers on; you didn’t think it was possible for him to look any better, yet here he was before you. His hardened member was already red and dripping precum, and you didn’t know how he was able to still control himself and be so polite.

Hansol was definitely something else.

“Wait,” he paused as he was lining up with your entrance, looking over to his jeans, “I don’t…I don’t think I have…do I?”

“A condom?” you laughed softly at how frazzled he suddenly seemed that he wasn’t prepared.

He nodded, “Yeah, I don’t think I brought any. I wasn’t planning on…this.”

You knew most wolves didn’t worry about things like that. Their natural instincts didn’t really have them worrying about protection as much, and you knew Eunmi had started using birth control when she was with Jinsoo. 

“Don’t worry about it,” you told him. “I’m on birth control.”

“What would I do without you?” he chuckled before slowly pushing into you.

You gasped and held onto his biceps, your mouth closing to form a thin line as you looked up at the beautiful boy above you. His face, while you could tell he wanted to enjoy this feeling, suddenly looked worried.

“Does it hurt?” he asked quietly.

You shook your head, “Just…give me a minute.”

Hansol bowed his head, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips to distract you from any discomfort. It wasn’t that it hurt, it was just a lot more than just having two fingers inside you. It wasn’t your first time having sex, but Hansol was a little bigger than the other people you’d been with.

Once you gave him the okay to move, he gave slow, controlled thrusts in and out of you, soft grumbles of pleasure coming from his chest every now and then. He kept asking if you were feeling alright and if things were okay, and only did things when you requested.

“F-faster…” you breathed, your legs tightening around his waist.

He picked up the pace gradually, continuing to gauge your every reaction to find things you liked, didn’t like as much, and when things were too much -- although he never really found you asking him to stop. You seemed to keep asking him to keep going, doing things harder and faster. It made his inner wolf happy and want to unleash everything onto you until you couldn’t even remember your own name, but he refused to do that to you this time around. He wanted to be gentle and careful and make sure you were okay.

Hansol also wasn’t very vocal about what felt good to him. You only knew he felt pleasure because of the soft sighs and groans, and his facial expressions that he tried to suppress to focus on you. Little did he know that every noise he made was driving you crazy, making you want to reach your release that much more.

“Fuck!” you suddenly shouted as he thrust into you. “Right there, oh my god!”

He paused for a moment before thrusting hesitantly into you the same way he had before. “There?”

He snapped his hips, and he was happy to see your eyes squeeze closed as your head dropped back, completely exposing your neck. “D-don’t stop.”

His thrusts were more confident now as he managed to hit the same spot almost every time, bringing you closer and closer to your desired release. His red eyes never moved from your face, except when he brought his hand back down to your clit, his thumb moving in a much more determined manor than before. His confidence had definitely grown, and it was showing in the best way.

“I’m close,” you warned as your walls clenched around him.

He grunted, loving how tight you felt around him. He actually was about to cum right then, but he tried to hold back until he got you to do it first, “Cum for me, I’ve got you.”

His hands found yours, lacing them together as you cried out and arched your back. His head dipped, his mouth attaching to your neck and sucking a mark onto your skin as you came, your moans of his name filling his ears just as he finally let go himself. You shivered as his warmth filled you, but he thought you were cold and pressed his body closer to yours so you could feel his body heat.

Carefully, he pulled out of you and laid down beside you, guiding you to lay on his chest. You tilted your head back to look up at him, watching his eyes melt from red to their classic ember that you thought was so mesmerizing to look at.

“Was that okay?” he asked shyly.

You nodded, kissing his cheek, “Better than okay.”

“I’m glad,” his shyness turned to pride as he gave your waist a gentle squeeze and kissed the top of your head. “Just let me know when you want to go back home.”

“I don’t want to,” you admitted with a laugh, closing your eyes and just enjoying the moment with your mate. “Going back to the couch and dealing with all those guys…”

“You don’t--” he cut himself off, taking a deep breath before restarting. “If you would like to, you can share my room with me.”

“I can’t,” you told him simply, looking up at him again.

He both looked and sounded shocked, “What? Why?”

“Because you never asked me out,” you teased. “You said you’re old fashioned.”

He rolled his eyes playfully, “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” you giggled.

“_____,” he began, tucking some hair behind your ear, “would you officially be my mate? Wait, that sounds creepy. Uh, would you be my girlfriend?”

The word “mate” had more weight behind it than just “girlfriend”, and while it made your heartbeat quicken, it was in a good way, “I’d love to.”

The two of you shared a chaste kiss, but Hansol pulled away too quickly for your liking, “I really am too cheesy, huh?”

“That just now hit you?” you laughed.

“Hey, you still said yes.”

“Because I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

[bitchloveskcbaseball]

Grab a Seat

Pairing: none officially ... but also sort of Bryce Lahela x mystery girl

Series: None at least for now

Summary: A packed subway. One free seat. Two people determined to get it. (I suck at summaries lmao)

Word Count: 1107

Warnings: Swearing

Disclaimer: Bryce Lahela belongs to Pixelberry (mystery girl is all mine though) Also... I was too terrified that I might delete this if I went back and read it, so there has been no editing done. I apologize for any and all mistakes that have happened here. Also I have no idea how subways actually work, so sorry if it’s all messed up lol

A/N #1: All of the credit for this belongs to @burnsoslow​ (unless it sucks, then it’s allllll on me lmao) If not for your patience and support, your words of wisdom and your brilliant advice, I know I wouldn’t have been able to find my way back to writing.

A/N #2: Part of her amazing advice was to find a prompt that inspired me. The one that I sparked an idea came from this list by @foundyourheart​ and is: We make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, I’m going to stay here because I’ve had a really long day and this seat was mine. I didn’t quite use it in exactly as written, but it is the inspiration and it is fairly close...

A/N #3: I also managed to sneak in @wackydrabbles prompt #98 and it is bolded.

Smirking up at the woman that had, quite literally, stumbled into his lap, Bryce couldn’t help but smirk as he asked, “You do realize that the phrase ‘falling all over you’ is only an expression, right?”

Long, chestnut-brown hair whipped him in the face as she swung around so her glare was focused fully on him. “Seriously? That’s how you want to play off stealing my fucking seat?”

“Your seat? How do you figure?”

“I’ve been on this damn train for six freaking stops and this is the first seat to have opened up!”

Not bothering to hide his laughter, Bryce tossed back, “I fail to see how that automatically makes this seat yours.”

“Because I’ve been waiting for it longer!”

That caught his attention. Because that meant that mystery girl had noticed when he had gotten on the subway three stops ago. And judging by the glimpse of the flush peeking through the light tan on her cheeks that he got before she ducked her head, he figured that was a piece of information she hadn’t meant to let slip.

Surprisingly, she recovered her wits faster than he did, cutting off any remark he might have made by spouting off, “Don’t flatter yourself. I only noticed when you got on because I was practically standing in the doorway.”

Letting one eyebrow arch in disbelief, Bryce asked, “Then why are you still sitting on my lap?”

Her grey eyes that were filled with sparks of green snapped back up to meet his own, sparking with indignation. “Because it’s my fucking seat and you won’t get out of it!”

“How am I supposed to do that if you won’t get up?”

“So you admit that it was rightfully mine?”

“Not at all. Just pointing out the flaws in your argument. Besides, it doesn’t matter how long you’ve been waiting for someone to vacate a seat. Subway seats are first come, first serve, and since I clearly got here first, it’s my seat.”

For just a brief moment, he could feel her deflate as her eyebrows drew together and her mouth pinched into a pout. Guilt washed over him in waves as he realized he had pushed his teasing too far, especially with someone whose name he still didn’t know. It had just felt so natural to banter back and forth with her that he had simply forgotten that they were still strangers.

But before he even had a chance to open his mouth to apologize for overstepping, she had slipped her mask back into place, from the eyebrow she had cocked up into the piece of hair swooping across her forehead to the sassy tilt to her smirk. The sudden transformation practically stole his breath away, even if he could still see small hints of the weariness that was weighing her down.

“If that’s how you want to do this? Then fine. Let’s do it.” Bryce’s hand slipped from around her waist -- I didn’t even realize I’d left it there -- down to rest on her thigh as she scooted further back on his lap, making it clear that she had no intentions of getting up. “Since I got to this seat first, I guess that makes it mine.”

Forgetting his intention to keep his comments to himself after she gave him such a perfect opening with her own smartass comment, he fired back, “That’s an awfully bold claim to make this early in the relationship. I mean, we haven’t even gone to dinner yet.”

When her only response was some soft spluttering, Bryce was tempted to mess with her a little more to see just how much he could fluster her. But then he remembered the flash of exhaustion he’d seen in her only moments before. He couldn’t ignore the pang of empathy he felt at the thought of her being so worn down before the sun had even risen.

So, instead, he made a show of glancing out the window at the approaching station and then lightly poked at her side. “Hey, if you hop up for just a sec, you can have the actual seat.”

“Like hell I will! No chance I’m falling for that!”

“No, I’m serious. This is my stop we’re coming up to.”

After briefly studying him from over her shoulder, his mystery girl -- when did I start thinking of her as mine? -- stood up and turned to face him as the train started to slow. Her left eyebrow pulled down over her eye while the right shot back up under her hair, silently daring him to try to keep the spot on the bench. So, with hands raised in surrender, Bryce got up and stepped out of her way with a flourish.

Almost immediately after she had settled into the seat, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and practically buried her nose in the screen. He knew he ought to take that as a sign that his time with her was up, but he was filled with an inexplicable concern for her that prompted him to nudge her foot with his own. When her attention was back on his face, he asked, “Do me one favor?”

There was only a slight hesitation before she answered, “Um ... maybe? Depends on what it is.”

“Whatever has you so stressed out? Try not to let it totally weigh you down.”

While the scoff she let out was full of frustration, it was thankfully free of anger. “I really wish I could. I just honestly don’t know that I can.”

“Maybe just try thinking about the time that you sat on a stranger’s lap and declared it to be yours.” Lifting his shoulders in a shrug, he added, “That’s what I’m going to do the next time I’m feeling overwhelmed.”

Without waiting to hear what, if anything, her response would be, Bryce turned to head towards the now open doors of the subway car. Instead of exiting, however, he maneuvered his way through the crowd to an empty spot where he could still see her while he waited for his stop that was still three stations away.

When his eyes landed on her once again, a single unexpected thought popped into his mind: I wish we could do this all the time. Shaking his head, he forced himself to clear his head of the thought and the equally-unexpected disappointment he felt over the realization that he might never see her again. Instead, Dr. Bryce Lahela put his focus on mentally running through the operations he just might get to witness on this, his first day of surgical residency.

Tag List: @darley1101 @lahellacute @anotherbeingsworld @burnsoslow @mvalentine 

[cinnaminsvga]

Hug-o-gram Preview | Yoongi

→ summary:

“This is probably the dumbest idea you’ve ever had,” Yoongi hisses, but it’s kind of hard for Seokjin to take him seriously when he’s wearing a cardboard sign around his neck that says ‘Huggie Wuggie Machine!’ in bubble font. 

“Like, even worse than when we DIY’d your car into a convertible by sawing the top off?” Seokjin asks, genuinely curious. 

“Worse,” Yoongi admits, trying his best to stay out of your line of sight. His cheeks redden, matching the gaudy pink kitten ears he was forced into wearing.

{or alternatively: Seokjin is a terrible wingman. He also runs a profitable business by sending “hugs” to people’s crushes for a fee. Mix them together and you have a recipe for Min Yoongi’s worst nightmare.}

→ genre: college!au, hugging booth!au, fluff, humor → warnings: yoongi is so smitten that he’s a walking disaster, so much shy!yoongi to the point where you’ll want to *o*e him, seokjin just tryna get his homie some y/n love coochie bro ;o; → words: anticipated 10-12K  → a/n: who the fuck am i... why am i writing so much??? let’s all thank miss kwaranteen for that, my friends. but what’s with the fluff, you ask? thank miss @jincherie​ for that because her weak heart can’t handle angst so i have to use my limited fluff muscles to write this for her... anyway idk when this is coming out but its probs soon,, enjoy this lil snippet i guess LMAO 

“Yoongi, it’s time for me to head to work. You want to come with me today?” Seokjin asks, though he knows what answer he’s going to get. You see, Seokjin’s new booming business is another one of his fantastic ideas, but it is a little... inventive. Sure, Yoongi had scoffed when he had originally suggested the idea, but Seokjin knew that it was going to be a money-maker. Sure, it had taken a few years for the business to really take off, but once it finally did…

Enter Kim Seokjin’s Hug-o-gram Service! Students from his university are able to send anonymous payments directly to him, with little notes attached for their crushes. Each love letter delivery comes with a hug from Seokjin himself, delivered straight to the person without them ever knowing who the hug came from. It was ingenious! It was lucrative! But most of all…

It allowed Seokjin to cause drama and have an excuse for it! Nothing could have been more perfect for a man like him.

“No thanks,” Yoongi snorts, rolling over to face him. He watches from the floor as Seokjin changes into a butter-less shirt, which also happens to have his own face printed on the front and back. His trusty cardboard sign that reads “I’m Gonna Glomp Ya!” also joins his attire for the afternoon, a long piece of string tied to its edges so that he can wear it around his neck. Throwing on a pair of white sneakers with the tags still attached, Seokjin is ready to tackle today’s list of would-be hug-ees.

“How do I look?” Seokjin asks, combing his hair with his fingers. It leaves an oily sheen, which he somehow makes it work.

“Ugly,” Yoongi says, like a liar.

“It’s okay, I understand. I can speak tsundere, so you don’t need to explain,” Seokjin snickers, nearly getting hit with a TV remote by Yoongi. He opens his phone again, swiping to his e-mail to see his list of hug deliveries for the day.

Seokjin gets around 10 requests a day, with around half of them coming from regular clients. He’s especially fond of this boy who has been sending hugs to his TA named Namjoon for almost a month now. He has no idea why this kid has so much disposable income, though seeing the blush on Namjoon’s face everyday makes Seokjin think that he would spend every last penny for him too. Namjoon had begged Seokjin for his secret admirer’s identity, but snitchin’ isn’t a part of his service, unfortunately.

As much as Seokjin wants to know who is crushing on who, his little business wouldn’t work as well as it did if anonymity wasn’t included in his package deal. It allows people to thirst in public without facing the repercussions, like getting a knee to the groin or a slap to the face. Not that Seokjin has ever been at the receiving end of that; everyone loves him! Like, have you seen him? He must have saved a civilization in the past with how devastatingly beautiful his forehead is.

“Why am I suddenly filled with the relentless urge to deck you right now?” Yoongi says, getting up to change into clean clothes as well. His black t-shirt unfortunately does not have Seokjin’s face on it, but that can quickly be amended if the elder of the two decides to follow his every intrusive whim.

Seokjin laughs, completely unaware of the murderous capabilities of his friend. Due to his smaller body size, his percentage of evil is unusually concentrated. “Maybe it’s because you know that I’m into pain pla–” but Seokjin’s retort suddenly grinds to a halt. He chokes mid-sentence, coughing wildly as he pounds his chest with a balled-up fist. When Yoongi looks up at him, he finds his hyung staring slack-jawed at his phone, seemingly flabbergasted by what he finds on his screen.

“What’s the matter? Accidentally sent a dick pic to your prof again?” Yoongi snorts.

“That was one time! And no, it’s…” Seokjin trails off, uncharacteristically hesitant. He shifts his gaze from his phone to Yoongi, a drop of sweat quickly forming on the back of his neck. Yoongi raises a brow, silently urging him to continue.

Instead of replying, Seokjin hands him his phone. Yoongi finds a copy of one of Seokjin’s newest hug requests, only having just received it five minutes ago. As he scrolls down, he finds that this secret admirer is a new client, but that isn’t what made Seokjin stop in his tracks. Instead, it’s the recipient of the hug that catches his attention–

“Y/N has a secret admirer?” Yoongi says, voice cracking at the end. He clears his throat, trying his best to school his face into something less… jealous. He swivels away from Seokjin, forcing himself to breathe slowly through his nose. He convinces himself that he is the very epitome of calmness.

“You okay there, Yoongi? You look like you’re about to vomit,” Seokjin says, immediately breaking his inner peace. Yoongi groans loudly, shucking the phone over his shoulder, uncaring of where it lands. Seokjin, with his superhuman and God-given reflexes… doesn’t catch it. But he did dive to the floor like a seasoned Olympian, and his ass cushioned his phone so he supposes that’s a win.

Back to the matter at hand––

“I am fine,” Yoongi says, as he continues to not be fine.

From the floor, Seokjin shoots him a disbelieving look. He lies down more comfortably, propping his head on his elbow. Screw his hug-o-gram appointments for now; nothing brings him more joy than seeing Yoongi absolutely losing it. “Really? So you wouldn’t mind if I marched up to Y/N right now and give her the warmest, coziest, most tender hug of her fucking life?”

“Y… Yes,” Yoongi squeaks, neck glowing a furious red. He has his fists clenched (adorably) by his sides, head bowed as he faces the wall of their apartment. Seokjin’s brain makes the unhelpful comparison of Yoongi with that cat meme who says “no talk me angy” in Impact font.

Seokjin grins, his wickedness from within coiling and yearning to burst from his seams. This is it! Maybe if he pushes a little more, then maybe Yoongi will stop pining like a pathetic loser! Also, it didn’t hurt that he got to push Yoongi’s buttons while he’s at it, but hey! Not all heroes go to heaven or whatever.

He grabs his phone from his ass, scrolling back to the e-mail. “So… You wouldn’t mind if I walk up to Y/N right now and tell her ‘Hey! I’ve had an embarrassingly long crush on you and when I heard about this hugging service… I couldn’t miss the chance to shoot my shot! If you’re single and ready to #mingle, then please meet me at the Corner Cafe at 2 PM tomorrow.’” Seokjin sing-songs, snickering loudly when he sees the absolute pain etched onto Yoongi’s face.

There is a pause, and Seokjin waits as Yoongi uses his tiny kitty brain to think of what to do. He can only imagine what’s going inside his head, but he has a guess. Yoongi could either: 1) finally admit his feelings for you and come clean before Seokjin has to deliver your hug, or 2) do something stupid and counterproductive.

It comes as no surprise when Yoongi goes with option number––

[tiredandtoothless]

Rules: Answer 30 questions and tag 5 blogs you are contractually obligated to know better.

Thanks for the tag @wildlingoftarth​ !

Name/nickname: i go by lark when i’m doing fandom things 🐠

Gender: i’m a woman but i’ve got a lil bit of a momma’s boy vibe

Star sign: pisces (my big three are pisces/cancer/cancer—yes, i know 💀)

Height: 5′2″ (sometimes 5′3″ if i really try)

Birthday: march 4

Time: three in the afternoon

Favorite bands: parquet courts, war, cymande, talking heads, X, TLC, los pasteles verdes, molchat doma—honestly i could do this all day so let’s just stop there lmao. i’m especially obsessed with parquet courts & have been for the last few years.

Favorite solo artists: oh god... ok: selena, donna summer, angel olsen, sza, mitski, juan gabriel, grazia, rico nasty, ty segall, marvin gaye, chilo escobedo, BRANDY (my first celeb crush), janet jackson, lennie tristano, gal costa, nao, julieta venegas, and barbara mason are the people i usually listen to at least once a week. questions like these are hard for me tbh!!

Song stuck in my head: kubes by machinegum

Last movie: the holy mountain by alejandro jodorowsky, aka Blasphemy: the Movie. (it was SO good honestly i feel like i could talk about this movie for hours—definitely disturbing at points tho, so if you want to watch, i’d suggest googling a summary first)

Last show: los espookys!!! one of the most perfect seasons of television ever made.

When did I create this blog: only a few months ago! i had been writing fic for myself for a while and was starting to think about posting it, so i made this tumblr. but before that, i was on here constantly 2009ish—2014ish.

What do I post: bro why would u ask me this. how am i supposed to know.

Last thing googled: tartan wool coats. i need a new one bc it’s my trademark (lmao i’m an asshole) and i singed my last one on nochebuena 😬

Other blogs: just this one!

Do I get asks: not really! unless i do one of those ask games. but i love getting random bullshit in my inbox so feel free to ask away

Why I chose my url: it’s part of my favorite line from my favorite parquet courts song (n. dakota): post-nordic grinning/tired and toothless. idk why i love that line so much? it just really speaks to me.

Following: 152

Followers: 130—we love round numbers in this house

Average hours of sleep: we do not speak of this... 🙃 (i go through bouts of insomnia and am a notorious accidental-nap taker)

Lucky number: 4. sidenote: idk ANYTHING about math but i could def write a book about my opinions re: numbers because i am sick in the head (certified)

Instruments: i haven’t touched an instrument in like four years, but i used to play most brass instruments (trumpet was the first instrument i ever picked up and i miss it!), a little bit of piano, and the drums. i tried to learn bass once, but it was difficult so i gave up almost immediately.

What am I wearing: a big-ass flannel button-up and my favorite yellow socks

Dream job: producing tv or working as a curator at a museum (fun fact: i am maybe going to museum school next year)

Dream trip: i am DYING to go to oaxaca or accra in 2022

Favorite food: menudo

Nationality: american (derogatory)

Favorite song: oh honey by delegation. holy shit this song is SO GOOD. sounds like stars falling and honey flowing & feels like falling in love at a bbq in the middle of summer. no joke.

Last book read: lord of light by roger zelazny. it was really good, but i have mixed feelings about it.

Top three fictional universes I’d like to live in: 1) spirited away 2) sailor moon hellooooooo?! 3) octavia butler’s xenogenesis trilogy—is that darksided of me?! idk. it might be. but it seems like it’d be interesting.

Tagging @kulliare @virareve @forbiddenfantasies1 @aliveanddrunkonsunlight @it-may-be-dull-but-im-determined & whoever else wants to do this!

(sorry if i’m tagging anyone who’s already done this whoops)

xoxo

[lilwenney]

author review tag

thank u so much @blueeyedgeorgie & @elmslielife

name: lacey !!! fandoms: on this blog it’s just the eboys but i also currently write for the boys of gvf and have also written for chris, the sidemen, harry styles, & other youtubers in the past where you post: tumblr & ao3 most popular one shot: stop being grumpy (george) most popular multichap: my babyyyyy affection (will) !!!! favourite story written so far: affection was my favorite, followed by london boy  fic you were nervous to post: the first writing i ever did on here bc it was also the first smut i had written in a long time. it was well received though and all the feedback made me decide to keep writing on here !!  how you choose your titles: they are mostly always based off of songs. affection & london boy were taken directly from title of said songs but others were from lyrics. and then there are a couple that popped into my head while writing so i went with them haha do you outline: yes !!! that’s honestly my favorite part lmao. if it’s a multi-chaptered fic i will sit down and write out a summary, a character outline, and then narrow down each chapter with what needs to happen and how the story will flow. it just helps me keep everything in line and make sure i am always on track. sometimes i even make a section for “use later” which are scenes that i have already written even though i haven’t got that far in the fic lmao completed: oh god. 2 multi-chap fics, 7 imagines, 46 blurbs, 7 headcanons !!  in progress: none coming soon/not started: i have two wip’s in my drafts that i work on once in a while. one for alex, one for george, & the basic outline of one for will prompts?: i love prompts so much bc sometimes i just want to picture lil scenarios and not write out an entire imagine, you know? if i’m in a writing mood, sentence prompts are enough to suffice  upcoming work you’re excited about: if we count the coming soon/not started, it’s the one w/ will bc of the song it’s based off of :) 

i tag whoever wants to take part <3

[shadedrose01]

La Vie en Rose

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Parkner, but with The Batchelor, because I said so

Tags: Febufluff, Day 13, bouquet of roses, Roses, the bachelor - Freeform, Harley is the The Bachelor, And Peter is a contestant, Bisexual Harley Keener, I love how thats not even a real tag LMAO, Bisexual Peter Parker, Love at First Sight, First Impressions, Good first impressions, First Impressions Rose, Fluff, Why Did I Write This?, The Author Regrets Everything, Boys In Love, Happily Ever After

Day 13 of Febufluff: "Bouquet of Roses"

Author Note: I'm considering writing a Flower Shop AU as an extra fic for this day if I have time. If that's something you guys want to see, let me know! :)))

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Harley doesnt know why he decided to do this stupid show. He huffs in annoyance as his appointed hair stylist starts playing with his hair again, like the first twenty times she had done it wasn't good enough, trying not to duck away from her hands. Because that would be considered rude, seeing as he chose to be here.

On set. Surrounded by cameras. On the Batchelor, of all shows. Really, why couldn't he have signed up for Survivor, or Big Brother, or something? Why did he have to choose the one where he had to dress up, and put on an act? Why did he have to choose the show about love?

Because he's a hopeless romantic who's been alone for way too long and is started to become extremely desperate? Because he just wants to find the one for him without going through another thousand assholes and heartbreaks? Because he's just trying so hard for people who don't even want him?

His face scrunches up as he glares at the bouquet of roses placed beside him, something he's supposed to give to someone who makes the best first impression or something, ignoring the team around him as they pick at his clothing just it's just right, perfect for the cameras, perfect for his suitors, who are going to be walking through those doors right in front of him in about 2 minutes and give him plastic smile, fake personalities just as he is going to give to them. Because they dont want the real Harley, the nerdy, clumsy guy who stumbles over his words and rambles about the things that he likes, who's normally an introvert and adores his days staying indoors with a good book and a movie, oh no no no. These people, they want the image of Harley Keener, the rich, strong, tall, perfect man who could do no wrong, and who is always romantic, always outgoing, always on.

God, why is he doing this? Why did he decide to do this? He's never going to find anyone real on here, and he's just going to get his heartbroken again, and make a fool of himself, this time it'll just be on live television for everyone in the world to see-

The producers start to count down, and the red light starts to flicker on the cameras, so Harley's plasters on a big, handsome smile, even if he has a sinking feeling in his stomach.

The first person out is a nice woman named Macy. She's pretty, kind and soft spoken, but her smile doesnt reach her eyes, and those very same eyes flicker over Harleys body way too many times as they talk, that when she finally walks away, Barley feels a little frazzled. A little objectified. He feels like he should get used to that.

After that, there's a man named Bryan and another woman named Suzie. They were  both nice people, and both easy on the eyes, but still, there wasn't a connection to either of them, they weren't what Harley was looking for. He didnt know what he was looking for, really, but it wasn't them. At least, Harley didnt know, until another man steps out after Suzie steps away.

Harley looks up, planning to plant another painful grin on to his face until he freezes, his heart stopping in his chest. Woah. His chestnut hair is slicked back, with one stray curl falling into his chocolate brown bambi looking eyes, wide and full of glee and a trace of hope, a wide smile on his face pushing up his thinner lips and lightly freckled cheeks, shining with the faintest hint of makeup. His jaw is so chiseled, and his shoulders are broad, and holy moley Harley cant breathe. He feels weak in the knees, staring at what has to be a Greek God, ethereal in his beauty, and completely missing whatever he just said.

Harley blinks down at him (he's shorter than Harley by a few inches, just his Harley likes it, god is he perfect?), knowing hes gaping at the man who's now staring back at him with a flicker of amusement in his eye, like he knew Harley didnt hear a word he just said. "Uh, I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Peter's grin widens, like he confirms his suspicions, and holds out his hand again. "I said," he emphases teasingly, his gorgeous, twinkling eyes full of mirth. "my name is Peter Parker. Nice to meet you."

Harley shakes himself out of his stupor, and shakes the man's hand firmly, confidently. "Harley Keener."

The twinkle in Peter's eye grows. "I know."

'Of course he would know, you're the batchelor, dipshit.' Harley berates himself, wincing a little externally, taking a deep breath and smiling sheepishly, trying to pull himself back together. "Sorry. I'm not normally like this, uh." 'Dont start rambling, dont start rambling,' "What are some things I should know about you?" Harley flinches again at the terrible wording of the phrase he was told to say, but Peter just laughs lightly, apparently taking it all in stride.

"Well," his voice is so soft and silky, and Harley is gone for him, oh no, this is so bad- "I'm 23," 'so we're the same age, that's good, cross that off the list,' "I have a bachelor of Biochemistry at MIT, and going for my Masters soon." 'smart, intelligence is sexy, another checkmark there,', "I'm a dog person, but I love all kinds of animals," 'I've always wanted a dog, check', "and I love going out, but I also enjoy indoor time, just relaxing and doing nothing." 'Check, check, and check, perfect, he's actually perfect, I don't understand, what the heck-'

"What about you?" Peter breaks through his box, still grinning that stunning, toothy grin of his, and normally, Harley would lie, say hes an outgoing guy that loves to go out on the town, say that he loves to go out on dates and go out to parties, anything to sweep them off their feet. But he doesnt want to do that with Peter, doesnt feel like he has to with Peter, so he blurts out the truth before he can think.

"Pretty much everything you said." He chuckles awkwardly, partially dropping his act as he rubs at the back of his neck. "I'm also 23, got a bachelor's in Engineering, work full time, I love animals too, and always wanted to have a dog." Peter's grin softens, turning into a warm smile as he listens that has Harley's heart warbling, making him relax even more. "I love movie days, and am pretty much a really big nerd."

Peter brights at that. "Me too! What's your favorite movie?"

Harley ponders on that for a second, while simultaneously wondering how he's gotten this lucky, 'this stupid show is actually working?' "Probably Indiana Jones, though Star Wars comes in a close second."

"Dude, I love Star Wars! Oh," Peter looks cheeky, his eyes wide and shining with excitement. "Harrison Ford fan?"

Harley can't help but to smile back, Peter's radiating positive energy infectious. "You bet. One of the best actors of our time. Who's your favorite character??"

They keep talking for a while, longer than he normally gets with the contestants, before the crew is ushering Peter away, needing to make time for the others in their busy schedule, and Harley looks over his shoulder, staring after him with warmth unfurling in his chest.

Later that night, everyone gathers together in a large room, cameras still surrounding them, for the Rose Ceremony. Instead of being nervous, uncomfortable and bitter like he was earlier, Harley is stood with his back straight and his head held up high, holding onto the bouquet of roses tightly, knowing exactly who he's going to give them to. Even as Harley meet more and more people, there was only one person that stuck into his mind like glue, filling his almost every thought.

Chris Harrison explains what will happen in the rose ceremony, how it works to the audience, before the cameras pan on to him, expectant and waiting.

Harley takes a deep breath, knowing hes probably going to get some shit for this, but deciding he doesnt really care all that much. "You are all amazing, wonderful people who made good impressions on me. But there was only one person that made me feel relaxed, like I could be myself, and that stuck in my mind for the rest of the night. So, Peter Parker, I give you the First Impressions Rose."

Peter's face lights up as he makes his way to the front, ignore the grumbled or disgusted looks coming from the other contestants, his eyes full of shock, like he didnt expect to get it, and so much gratitude it practically knocks Harley off his feet. Peter gently takes the flowers with a small, quiet "Thank you," his gaze giving away every emotion that his words can't.

"Of course," Harley murmurs back, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he turns away again, grinning as he sees the crew start to panic from behind the cameras. Peter flushes so prettily, giving him one last, soft, beautiful smile before turning and walking back to his spot, joy radiating off of him in waves.

Harley just watches him gently, his entire face soft, before he wipes the expression away and goes back to the regularly scheduled program, getting ready to pass out the other roses. But even as he does, he feels Peter's gaze on him, following his every movement, and feels giddy, hopeful, finally feeling like something good is going  to come out of this.

Harley doesn't know it yet, but he ends up proposing to Peter in the finale. They get married a few months later, and go on to become the longest lasting couples in the show's history.