#i love besties to lovers why have i never written an au like this

[likesunsetorange]

last minute decided to do a christmas/holiday au and it kinda brought back my holiday cheer

[muddyorbsblr]

monthly wrap-up :: may 2023

Welcome to smth I’m gonna try this month: a wrap-up! I’ll be giving you all a lil recap of the fics I’ve read & written over the last month and hopefully this will get me to actually chip away at my TBR and get y’all on some non-Loki/Tom stories that I occasionally do read 🫡

Everything under the cut

Loki x Reader

Don't Be Shy by @lokisgoodgirl

The way that shy Loki being nervous about not satisfying Agent Y/N has me running around in circles in my living room I can't 🫠🫡

Hostile F*cks: Public Relations by @lokisgoodgirl

A perfect epilogue to this series that was a masterclass of holding your emotions hostage and giving the best payoff. And the fencing pants got a return cameo?? This had me giggling and squeeing and the second the fencing pants came out to play…running laps once again 🫠

An Interesting Theory by @infinitystoner

Completely obsessed with the dynamic between Loki & Reader in this piece. And the ending with Loki deciding that he needs more "data" to "confirm the hypothesis"? I see you, Mischief 😏🫠

The Prince is Dead by @lokisgoodgirl

The beginning had me all teary eyed and ready to fight; the end had me filled with hope and chortling at the tasteful dick joke. LGG really do be a master at holding our emotions hostage with a satisfying payoff at the end 🥹 I live in fear thinking what she could be capable of if she ups and decides to make a piece of just pure angst 😳👀

A Gentlemen's Agreement by @lokisgoodgirl

This had me having some good reminiscing moments of back when I was a Steve girly for a few months in 2015 and also deciding that Bucky's a second simp subject. Distant second, but a second nonetheless. The fact that there's even a second got me doing the Blinking Man at myself--

She is Beauty, She is Grace, She Will Stab You in the Face by @clandestineloki

The adorable dynamic between them when he caught her and saved her from tripping?? Her singing Hamilton without a care in the world? Their whole exchange in the jet after she offed 3 henchmen for hurting her mans?? I love them, your honor.

A Lesson on Behaving by @multifandom-worlds

Reader edging Loki and "suffering" the consequences? With a brief cameo from besties Nat & Wanda trying (and failing hilariously because Reader tried to go and get a snack) to hide her from said consequences? Sign me up and don't expect to be able to contact me for the next few hours because I need to recover from the smut 🥵🫠

Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Under Your Spell by @holdmytesseract

A Model AU where Reader's a photographer and she's been hired to do an underwear shoot for Calvin Klein…and Tom's tatted and pierced and--and--*melts on the spot* 🫠 Head empty all thots…that is all 😮‍💨

Bucky Barnes x Reader

shouldn't have gone by @imyourbratzdoll

This had me clutching at my heart going "why would he do this to Reader what the hell"…like no joke I needed a good few mins to start breathing right and not in the fun I just read toe curling smut way. I mean in the "If I try now I might start crying" way 🥲

Ari Levinson x Reader

Like a Broken Record by @howdoyousleep3

Ari with a plus size reader making her feel so empowered & beautiful in bed? The “I’m keeping you” vibe?! This had me 100% completely deceased when I read it while I was out doing groceries (bc y’all know me I should know better than to read smut in public but I never do and I might never will lol).

self-conscious ask by @imyourbratzdoll

This one hit me so close to home and honestly where can I get a boyfriend like this I would very much appreciate one 🥺💖

Give Me One More by @saiyanprincessswanie

This character + this trope = Ally dead in the water. Thank you and goodnight I am not available for comment at this time 🫡

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Fall Kiss by @animnerd

Besties becoming lovers after months apart and having some fluffy wholesome fun on a pile of leaves before having their first kiss? Lemme melt in my spot real quick aaaaaa

Clark Kent/Superman x Reader

It Got Worse by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Clark being a soft lil simp for his fiance while her brother Bruce has a hilarious mix of "I'm happy their happy" and "Why did I ever set them up" is such an adorable dynamic and I need more 🥹

Loki x Reader

rules of conduct: the checkout queue

Thomas Sharpe x Reader

the final Lady Sharpe part 2: a risky endeavor

[skatehepburn]

💗 Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Spread the self-love! 💗

okay i famously am not a joiner so i don't know that i will reciprocate (but open call to @skyirons my fandom hopping bestie ilu) but thank you for asking!

i think most people on here followed me originally for hacks but i am a bit of a fandom hopper and a rarepair lover so this list will run the gamut:

"Til Sunbeams Find You," Dead to Me. Jen/Judy summer camp counselor AU.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2526286

I don't love this fic for the writing, but for the fact that someone hopped into the comments and asked me if i was on stan twitter (i was not, but i made a fuckin' account), and thereby introduced me to some of my now very dear friends. Was DTM fandom a hot fucking mess? Yes. Do we ever need to talk about s3 Again? No. Did my DTM standom give me MS? Inconclusive. But this silly show and trying to make these two characters kiss got me through some hard times and i'll always be grateful!

2. "5 Times Mary Jo Shively Almost Kissed Julia Sugarbaker (and One Time She Did)," Designing Women, Mary Jo/Julia (natch)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21707404

Just what it says on the tin! Someone commented on this fic recently so I reread it (love to never recall anything I've ever written) and it was fun! THE SUBTEXT IS SO STRONG in canon and yet there's not near enough fic imo. Due for a DW rewatch, is what I'm saying. I always enjoy getting to write southern characters as someone who's lived in Appalachia all my life 🫡

(this fic is also one i could show my twin without having to redact the smutty bits lmaooooo)

3. "who's gonna lay in your lonely bed, who's gonna love you like me?" Dragon Age, Bethany/Isabela

https://archiveofourown.org/works/36349606

I'm sure Dreadwolf will get me back into the DA trenches but Bethany/Isabela has gotta be my rarepair otp. I seldom want to read a player character fic for an RPG (with the exception of maybe FemShep); I'm always drawn to pairing off the sidekicks. There's just so much AFFECTION between Isabela and Bethany in the party banter, and Bethany gets such a short end of the stick by the narrative that I really had to let her get her world rocked by the swarthy sailor with a heart of gold.

4. "in the morning i will sing," Baldur's Gate 3, Jaheira/Karlach

https://archiveofourown.org/works/55430185

Most recent fic is always gonna be on the fave fic list, that's just the way it goes. In my first playthrough of bg3 my character pined for Jaheira unrequitedly and in my second I'm romancing Karlach as Shadowheart, so why not combine the two into some smut with a side of party banter! And I clearly have a thing for a bit of an age gap/hero worship dynamic as evidenced by *gestures at ao3 account*

(also tr*cy w*les's chronically online era is not helping my jaheira fixation... love that she ships her with everybody tho we stan an absolute icon)

5. "ring the bells that still can ring," Hacks, Deborah/Ava

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32184166

firstly: i wrote this fic so i could make that shrek/leonard cohen joke. i'm sorry, or you're welcome, as appropriate.

secondly: i wrote this fic before so many things happened! hacks season 2, developing an incurable progressive chronic illness, getting married myself!

my wife rarely reads my fic (they support it fully! including meeting fandom friends on our honeymoon lmaoo luv u [redacted]). but i will occasionally gently ask if they'll take a peek at something, because, well, they're the person that taught me everything i know about love, so it goes into the writing!

it took them a long time to read this fic (or it at least felt like it), but when they did, they sent me a notesapp full of annotated reactions... 6 months later , after a decade together, they proposed in a drivethru.

which is to say: i'm pretty sure this fic is the reason i'm currently married, so it will always be my favorite <3

[stanlunter]

Well my thoughts about "Lunter" types (what variants of liking Luz and Hunter relationship we have and my opinion about them).

1. Siblings.

I personally obviously don't see them so and don't like their relationship at in this point, however I think this type of relationship could work out, but not in canon. Their relationship just never were written this way them to could see each other as siblings and that's why I don't see it and never will. I don't mind it to be someone's fanon, but if Dana wanted to make it canon, it was written realy awful. I could write a whole post about why it can't and shouldn't work out now and how shoulded they do it it to work out. Anyways, in s3 I understand why they being seem so, but to me s3 basicly just wasted Hunter's chatacter fully.

2. Friends / bestie.

I basicly also don't like the idea of them to just be "friends", bc since Hollow mind their bond is TOO strong for it. But if it would be like besties who help each other and love each other without any kind of romantic attraction and without dating, I don't realy mind.

3. Platonic ship.

Even tho in canon their relationship are very like platonic and if they would realy became a couple, they still would be only platonic, I don't like this. The problem is that too many people ignore in the frase "platonic ship" the word "ship". Every time someone say they like platonic ship, people just accept it how "I like their relationship"/"I see them as siblings" and it is a problem to me, bc it basicly exclude platonic Lunter shippers from Lunter fans even if they don't wanna be exclude. Also a lot of people think "platonic" means "without romantic attraction", while in fact it means only "without sexual attraction" so romantic attraction still can be there and at this point I realy like the idea of this as well, but again, not like "blusings, dates, kisses and other stuff".

4. Typical romantic.

What I mean by "typical romantic"? To me it's this annoying stuff like blushings, complements, embarassment, holding hands, a wish to show your partner only the best part of you and basicly just almost everything Lumity and Huntlow have. No, thank you, but I sick of it. Mb it's just bc Im on aromantic spectrum so I don't like and understand these, so if my ship don't have it in canon, it also wont have it in fanon. The only my ships who also have it in canon, so in fanon too are Scorptra and Adrigami. And Lunter is perfect even without it.

5. Frenemies to lovers.

Well.. I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS! This type of relationship is by far the best for them to me, cause basicly it includes everything other types have and do it in moderation. And that's what I like the most. They will flirt each other (in their own way - teasing), they will watch and discuss films together, they with always sapport, help, protect, care about each other, they will act like they can't stand each other, knowing the can't wait to see each other, they will be absolutely comfortable and opened with each other, solve riddles and get in troubles with each other! This is amazing and I love this type of their relationship so much!

6. Queer platonic relationship.

Basicly, that's like the previous one, but without frenemies part. Since QPR is one of my favourite tropes, I realy like this too and even in my au this one is most likely to happen. However, this type of relationship is too ambiguous to say much about it. Anyways, if it excludes Amity and Willow, at least as someones Luz and Hunter love more than each other, Im still for it. Sometimes platonic friends are much more important than romantic lovers. And Lunter is the best example of it.

7. Friends who secretaly love each other. Well, basicly, it is just a romantic ship, but I still love this trope and the idea of it. But I think it doesn't deservses a whole essay, sorry.

[shrinkthisviolet]

for my new ask game!

3, 8, 16, 18, 21, 33, 40, and 50

3. Have you ever written a soulmate AU? If you haven't, why would/wouldn't you write one?

I have this series! I wanted to take the soulmate AU and make it something more choice-based, more in line with “If soulmates do exist, they’re not found. They’re made. People meet, they get a good feeling, and then they get to work building a relationship.” It’s the best take on soulmates I’ve ever seen, and it’s the kind I tried to replicate in that series! Idk if it’ll ever get updated, but I do wanna use that worldbuilding for something else one day.

8. Have you ever written any friendships that could've easily become romantic relationships? How did you navigate it?

I have! Honestly, there are plenty of those. I just navigate it by writing what feels true to me—do I want to pursue a ship with them? What would it add to this fic, if anything? What does it add if I keep them as friends? What tropes does it subvert, one way or the other (obviously this in itself is not a reason, it’s just an additional consideration)

For example: there’s a ship in an upcoming fic that I definitely didn’t plan initially, but which I think adds a lot of weight overall. It drives both characters in interesting ways but never detracts from their character arcs—neither of them have to give up anything for the other, and neither would ever ask that of the other.

(…actually there’s two ships like that 😅 in different fics, but still)

16. Are there any relationship dynamics/tropes you enjoy reading about, but wouldn't want to write yourself? Vice versa?

I’ve read a few “love triangles” but I’d never write one. But that’s also a trope I try to avoid whenever possible anyway, because they’re usually love corners/angles, not true triangles. And it’s usually sexist af, because in this trope, the “triangle” is never really about the girl at the center, it’s always about the guys fighting for her.

18. Pick a few characters you've written for (or, for a fun twist, asker chooses). Tell me about their relationship in three sentences or less.

Hmm…Mai, Aang, and Katara.

Mai and Aang: absolutely the opposites attract besties. No one expects them to get along as well as they do, but Mai finds Aang endearing in an odd way (he reminds her of Ty Lee), and Aang thinks she’s really cool, especially her sharp aim.

Mai and Katara: they aren’t sure what to make of each other at first, especially since their first meeting was them fighting each other. Really, it’s Aang who gets them to have a conversation after all of that—he just wants the two coolest people he knows to be friends. And it works! Mai and Katara hit it off splendidly once they get past the awkwardness.

Kataang: self-explanatory: they’re a badass power couple and I love them 🥰

21. Not all relationships are romantic. What's your favorite non-romantic relationship that you've written about?

Currently, Barry & Morgan 💞 I didn’t actually intend them to be as prominent to the AU as they are now — I loved them in s2, but writing the s1 arc just kicked that love into overdrive. They’re so, so special to me and I love them so much 🥹

33. Are there any canon romantic couples, in any media, that you just can't stand?

Reylo for sure, Spallen (do they count if they were only briefly canon?), Hawkmoon, Yasmetri, Quickwest (again, briefly canon), Toriguel, Samrobby

(Obviously this is not a judgment on the shippers, but…yeah, I’m not a fan of these ships 😅 there are others that I tolerate sometimes, but those aren’t on this list. Tbh I might even be forgetting some, but that’s most of them at least)

40. Pick a relationship (not necessarily romantic). What tropes apply to this relationship? What tropes does this relationship subvert?

Morgan and James! They’re Lovers to Exes (subverting the common Exes to Lovers trope)…and they’re also Exes to Friends. And ofc James is her Guy in the Chair—even after she joins Team Flash, he’s still there when she needs him (and vice versa ofc…granted he doesn’t have powers, but she’s still going to be there for him as much as he lets her)

50. Free space! Brag on yourself! Advertise your writing! What are you most proud of recently?

Currently, I’m super proud of the first Childhood Friends AU fic I posted! And my first Izumi & Zuko fic 💞

fanfic relationships ask game!

[alexturne]

a couple of questions for the fic ask 🥰

• if you could choose one of your fic universes to live in, which one would you choose and why?

• what's the fic that you keep finding yourself coming back to, out of all the ones you've written?

• what's one trope you could write a million different stories about, and what's one you'd never even consider?

• what's your favourite fic out of all the ones you've written?

Thanks bestie, you know I love getting to gush about my stories 😘

1. All of them have pretty standard 'worlds' but I'd LOVE to go visit Alex's beach from i've been saving all my summers for you. Also the old college town and Miles' bar from under these lights you look beautiful. All of those places just feel so warm and ambient, filled with the fluffiest nostalgia, worn edges, warm summers and crispy autumns, a warm blanket and a mug of hot chocolate, a refreshing ice cream dripping down your wrist on a gorgeous beach, white and warm sand as far as the eye can see, the splash of the ocean right at your door... I'd simply love it!

2. Hmm, I have to admit I reread my own stories quite often, for the simple reason that I write what I want to read 😂 And I'm always certain to be provided with exactly what I'm looking for when reading my own stories. Though I think I've reread i've been saving all my summers for you quite a lot. Also my two christmas fics because they're just short and sweet and warm, fluffy and not too heavy. Which is often what I'm looking for when I want to read fic. Also you're so pretty and i'm so shy because it's just so much fun and I really enjoy all of the banter between Matt and Alex 😍

3. A trope I could writer over and over again is the meet cute au, two people running into each other and becoming friends and then lovers through funny little circumstances. Thing going wrong through stupid misunderstandings and always a happy, soppy ending x💓Sitcoms! Aus of any kind really! Coffee shop, book shop, flower shop, gritty battle of the bands, looking for a roommate, all the aus!!!

The tropes I would probably stay clear off are probably the darker ones. Major character death of course, horror, torture, anything too dark and heavy isn't for me. I'm not good with horror in general, and I only read anything even remotely horror related if I trust the writer to guide me safely through. We've got some amazing horror writers in this fandom, and I've definitely had some incredible experiences reading their work. But it's not for me, writing it ❤️ Also I hate any kind of cheating with a passion, so you'll never see me touch it.

4. My favourite fic... I love them all for different reasons. Under these lights obviously comes to mind, because it's my longest and most popular story, and one I was so proud of. Still am. I'm so happy with how it turned out, the characters and their development, the setting, the entire world created around them. It just turned out exactly how I pictured it in my head.

But I also really love the element of surprise. It's one I keep finding myself reading, and it's one that I'm just so fond of. Again, I feel like I managed to execute my vision quite well, I had some good ideas about the scenes I wanted to include and I loved trying to write the plot happening only within a week, a specified timeframe. I love those characters, the way it progressed and I just enjoy it so much. Having it all be set in the snow, having a bigger ensemble to fit within the story, and having our two lovebirds work it out like they did was just such a joy. I had a lot of fun writing it. 🥰

Thanks for the lovely questions @yellowloid ❤️❤️

[lady-of-the-spirit]

🍉🍈🍋🍌🍍

🍉 Do you prefer to write short fics or long fics? Multichaptered works or single ones? Why?

Short fics and oneshots. I will write longer oneshots, but mostly what I publish are short and single chaptered. Writing multichaptered fics is harder for me because I get bogged down and overthink when it comes to longer plots, and/or real life distracts me from writing as much as I want so I don’t update as frequently, and it stresses me out. I can write multichaptered fics, but they’re not my preferred type of story to write.

🍈 Who’s your blorbo and what are some of your favorite headcanons/ideas about them that repeatedly show up in your fics? Free pass to rant about blorbo opinions.

Honestly I do NOT write about some of my blorbos nearly enough but you’ve given me the freedom to run wild and I thank you. Some of these headcanons/ideas might have popped up in fics, some have not.

Tara WicDiv is a lesbian I will NOT give up on this.

Related, she also had a small following of dedicated fans who were fighting for her rights left and right before and after everything that happens in canon, but they were drowned out by all the hate she got. :(

Trevor Belmon was a mama’s boy, the youngest child and only boy of his family, and looked the most like his mom out of all his siblings.

Yataka and Yorunami would have been really good friends if given the chance because they would tolerate each other more than they would any of the other five sho.

Almost all of the Eternals had crushes on Sersi at some point. The only ones who didn’t were Ajak, Sprite, and Phastos. She is everyone’s favourite amongst their family.

War Good Omens is a lesbian.

Famine Good Omens and Franny are both besties and also in love with each other. everyone knows.

not a headcanon but I REALLY like the idea of Sersi/Thena/Gilgamesh as a poly trio. I don’t know where this idea came from but it latched onto me and won’t let go.

Yataka has trauma from his past (beyond the tragic romance with the princess and the thing with his parents) that he will never talk about. I headcanon both parental abuse and sexual trauma, and both lead to his aversion of touch and his germophobia.

🍋 What’s your favorite spicier trope to write?

Not gonna lie I don’t really write spicy stuff. I’ll write kissing but it doesn’t go very far. I have written one heavy makeout scene that I can remember that did result in smut that was short and not offscreen but also not described in depth and it was very embarrassing to write it took me a while to get through it.

🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

This was a hard one but I’m gonna say my XMen First Class fic, this scene, when Marianne is talking to Erik about her “childhood friends to lovers” arc with her husband and the father of her child:

Marianne: We started dating when we were about seventeen years old, although hardly anything changed between us besides kissing and being more affectionate.

Erik: And I assume other things as well since Henry exists.

🍍 What kind of AUs do you like? Are there any AUs you hate or just generally have beef with?

I don’t have a ‘role swap aus are the best aus’ tag for nothing! (see also, my doctor-companion swap au and my prince mononoke au.) I love seeing what is changed, what stays the same, all of that, and how the creator works with or against canon. I’m also a fan of actor aus, specifically ones where canon is just a tv show or movie and canon characters are actors playing their roles, because I like the idea of evil villains just being fun chill people offscreen.

AUs I hate: alpha/beta/omega aus. I’m okay with some of them, ones that are well written, but on a principle I hate them simply because of how the world and society works in these universes.

fruit ask list

[ladyartemesia]

Since I'm in love with your writings and your taste in reading too. I know that your favorite is Brother's best friend or Best friend's brother, I would like for you to recommend me some of them please ❤️❤️🙏

꧁Brother’s Best Friend꧂

Clandestine by @junghelioseok is fantastic. Jeon Jungkook is the best friend of the reader’s slightly younger brother. He’s sexy and charismatic and DEFINITELY knows what he wants. The growth of his (clandestine) connection with the reader is utterly delicious. This one made me laugh and swoon.

Guarded by @xjoonchildx is basically legendary in my book. The lady in this story is not only Hoseok’s best friend’s sister—she is also his BOSS’s sister and by boss I mean mafia. This is the first installment in Ana’s amazing Rap Line Mafia Universe and it delivers on every level. Hoseok is tasked with protecting the boss’s sister after she is being threatened by sinister forces unknown and sparks fly.

Plums and Melons by @winetae is THAT FIC. The fic I just daydream about sometimes. It’s a fic about two people caught hard in eachother’s gravity. It’s so sexy and cerebral and the main characters are so hot. Jimin is just a guy trying to live his life, but whatever is brewing between him and his best friend’s sister is driving him insane. He wants to be a good guy, but she just isn’t playing fair.

Are You Sure? by @cutechim is such a swoon-worthy and touching piece of wonderful. I tell you I was MOVED. This is beautiful and emotional and EXTREMELY satisfying. Taehyung’s best friend has a sister who he has always secretly adored. When she comes to him and asks for some intimate experience, he isn’t strong enough to say no—not when she’s everything he ever wanted.

Drivers License and Detour by @gyukult is sweet and tender and just a fantastic coming of age story. The reader has been in love with her brother’s best friend, Park Jimin, for almost all of her youth... but what is going on in his head?It’s a tender story that really warms the heart. AND I am happy there is more coming. I would read about these two all day. She published the second part and oh my gosh it’s so incredibly perfect I could scream. This was just such a beautiful journey every step of the way.

Milestone by @1kook is probably one of the first brother’s best friend BTS fics I read and it is amazing. I adore it so much. Because Jungkook is your brother’s best friend he is there for every milestone in your life. But you’ve both grown up now and neither of you are kids anymore. It’s hot. Like really hot. Dialogue and set up are so sharp and fast paced I really loved every second.

Young God by @njssi is scorching hot smut with complicated feelings and warm revelations. You think it’s going somewhere and then it goes somewhere else and honestly it is so awesome the whole time. Jungkook was always your brother’s sweet little friend, but he’s returned determined to show you that he is all grown up.

Tease by @caiuscassiuss floored me. I loved it so much! I spent the whole story just squealing happily about everything. This story has it all. It’s scorching hot. It’s enemies-to-lovers. It’s Taehyung. Jungkook’s sister and Kim Taehyung do not get along AT all—so she decides to bring him to his knees by making him desperate for her. It’s a wild and completely awesome ride.

Wasabi by @ironicarmy is a classic. Hobi is a bad boy that Namjoon vehemently refuses to let near his precious baby sister. But love is too strong a force and soon Hobi and the clever object of his desire decide that some things are worth fighting for. It’s a really sweet story of facing challenges and relying on the people you love. Warm and fuzzy feelings abound, but it’s also super hot.

Forbidden by @btssmutgalore is a masterwork blueprint for this trope. Hobi is a carefree player who falls brutally for Taehyung’s sister. They two of them eventually give in to a VERY steamy series of secret encounters and feelings get very involved. This is hot, suspenseful, and emotionally satisfying. Excellent characterizations as well.

Prohibido by @personasintro is an office AU with a twist. Namjoon is not only her brother’s best friend, he is also her boss and the two of them have incredible chemistry. Watching them pretend that they’re not insanely attracted to each other is so endearing and hot. Reader is convinced her feelings are one-sided. It’s lovely and fun. Definitely a slow burn, but worth it.

Strawberry Kisses by @kimnjss is a fic that I devoured in one sitting and then re-read again immediately. Jeon Jungkook is a player who matches with a girl on a dating app and has no idea she is the sister of his revered mentor and close friend, Min Yoongi. I laughed. I cried. I GASPED OUT LOUD a bunch. It was a whole thing. This is a hybrid social media/written AU and it’s pretty much perfect.

Tempestuous by @ppersonna is so special to me because it was written at the very beginning of my friendship with Lindy. She was looking for requests and I was quick to request my favorite trope. Lindy is bae now and this fic she wrote is marvelous. You are forced to spend the weekend in the same house with your sexy arch-rival Taehyung who just so happens to be your brother’s best friend. Naturally snarky hotness ensues.

Off Limits @floralseokjin is basically a famous entry when it comes to this trope. It’s a Jin fic and Miss Jordan writes EXQUISITE Jin characterizations. There is a hint of mistaken (or unknown) identity in this one which makes it even more fun. Sparks fly between you and a devilishly charming Kim Seokjin at a party. You don’t find out until later who he really is—and why he’s off limits.

And finally I’ll recommend my own Brother’s Best Friend fic All I Want for Christmas is You featuring a charming Taehyung who falls for Jimin’s sister. Jimin basically blackmails his best friend into escorting his sister to several holiday galas. Tae and Jimin’s sister have never gotten along, but they soon discover (through multiple pranks and mishaps) that love (and desire) are out of their control.

Not Your Fairytale by @yeojaa is incredibly sweet and tender. Erin really does emotion so well and her Yoongi characterization is honestly so nuanced and brilliant. This story is about a girl who had her heart broken and instead of canceling the cake tasting she scheduled with her philandering ex-fiancé, she wrangles the tsundere best friend of her brother to pretend to be him.

Brother’s Best Friend by @bts-hyperfixation is a short and sweet moment between two people who have been fighting their attraction for each other. It is so hot and delicious I tell you. You’re in trouble and the person you call is probably the person you shouldn’t—but you aren’t the only one willing to take a risk tonight.

Off Limits by @kaddiiction will break your heart and put it back together again. This one was recommended to me by a reader and I cannot thank them enough. It is fantastic. Jimin is a player but he crosses the line when he begins a liaison with his best friend’s sister. Still there is far more to this situation—and Jimin—than meets the eye.

꧁Best Friend’s Brother꧂

Orectic by @gimmesumsuga is one of my favorite fics of all time. It is a hybrid fic where the reader is a cat hybrid and Hoseok is the brother of her best friend who comes to stay with her while her bestie is away... It is so tender yet SO HOT. I’m telling you I cannot even keep count of how many times I have read it.

Theophany by @ilikemesometaetaes was a JOURNEY. It made me so emotional. Like the story centers around art a lot, but let me tell you, this fic IS art. Jimin is just the man of my whole dreams in this piece as the brother of a former best friend with an irresistible allure. It is a coming of age story with the most beautiful twist. AND THE LOVE SCENE—oh my gosh I screamed it was so good. This story is just so so good.

Run by @neonlights92 is Jungkook’s story in the mafia universe I am COMPLETELY OBSESSED WITH. You don’t have to read the whole series to understand it (BUT YOU SHOULD). This is best friend’s brother meets arranged marriage and honestly it’s fantastic. Jungkook doesn’t do love and affection and being forced into an arranged marriage with his sister’s friend who has always had a crush on him is just a blow to his freedom... or is she? GAH! This story—like all the stories in this universe—is superb.

The Magic to Happiness by @readyplayerhobi is a best friend’s brother meets teachers AU meets Hogwarts AU. Now... all of those are top tier tropes so finding them together is like winning the lottery. Hobi was once just a skinny kid who had obvious heart eyes for you (his sister’s best friend) but now he’s tall and confident and really attractive. The magic of this story is evident in every word of the sweet relationship that blooms between these two.

Problem with You by @monvante is so sweet and kind of hilarious. I giggled so much! Jungkook is your best friend’s brother and he is kind of too perfect and too handsome and he’s always around and you hate him and he hates you... Right? When you cross paths with the infuriating Jeon Jungkook at your best friend’s wedding, you discover that you may have been wrong about a great many things.

Show Me Yours and I’ll Show You Mine by @ktheist is so so SO fabulous. I was obsessed with this (now complete) series from the very first installment. You and Tae are besties who have know each other since you were little kids, but lately Tae’s older brother Jin has been lookin mighty fine. Just how far can you push him till he breaks. And if he breaks.... what then?

This list is BY NO MEANS exhaustive. I just used it to compile some of my FAVORITES in this particular trope.

➪ IF YOU HAVE ANY OTHER BROTHER’S BEST FRIEND FICS I SHOULD CHECK OUT PLEASE COMMENT (seriously please I love this trope so much) AND I WILL ADD THEM TO THIS LIST.

➪ Newer Additions are in PINK!

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[hyunjinspark]

only fools fall for you | hyunjin sm au | part 18

series: only fools fall for you

pairing: dancer! hyunjin x dancer! reader

fic type: social media au (with few written parts)

genre: college au, angst, enemies to lovers, smut and some fluff

word count: 9.6K

warnings: cursing, drinking, slight angst, making out, slight dirty talk, grinding, hickeys??, yn being frustrated, fingering, sexual frustration

a/n: super nervous for this chapter...i hope y'all like it. leave a comment/ask/reblog besties ahhh!

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Last Night

Yeji was long gone from your side. The last time you saw her was precisely when you entered Tate’s, before Jeongin dragged her and Minho to the dance floor because his favorite song had come on. You were currently standing by the bar, your drink in your hand as you tried to keep track of all your friends grooving to a song by Zico. The only reason you were here, and not with them was because you were firstly- far too sober as of now to dance in a club, and secondly, too tired from your showcase today.

Your and Hyunjin’s dance showcase had lasted only a mere five minutes, but you were mentally and emotionally exhausted, rather than physically. Dealing with him had been…tough. Despite years of practice as being the female lead next to him, you could never get used to his presence.

He was loud. Dramatic. Annoying. Sarcastic. Always on your nerves.

The only upside was that, he was a great dancer. You could never deny him that. That was a reason you hadn’t felt too nervous dancing in front of everyone, most of them still strangers. You were still thankful as ever that you didn’t have to dance with Kim Yunho, who chose to do a solo for this particular partner assignment.

Pursuing dance on a University level was a risky choice, not even 2% of dance majors make it big, you knew that but you risked it anyway. Simply because you couldn’t see yourself doing anything other than dance, even if you failed at it. You rather fail at it, than succeed in something you weren’t in love with.

That was the one thing common between you, and everybody else here. That’s why you were so nervous for the showcase, everyone else was here for one specific reason; to be the next greatest dancer the industry has seen, and you wanted them to take you seriously.

You took another sip of your drink, the liquid burning your throat, your eyes falling on your partner, Hyunjin at the booth, with another girl draped across him this time. She was from your common Literature class, you’d recognize her blonde curls anywhere, and she was currently sat on his lap, leaving sloppy kisses on his neck.

His eyes landed on yours, but it was too late for you to avert your gaze, and it would feel too obvious. So, you continued looking in his direction, taking another sip, unbothered.

You expected him to do something, with the way he was staring at you.

Smirk.

Raise his eyebrows.

But he didn’t. He didn’t react at all.

He just went back to the girl, pulling her into another deep kiss, his hand tangled in her hair. Perhaps he was more unbothered than even you.

You thought back to today morning, when you were sitting against the mirror, your knees pulled up to your chest as you watched Minho perform with his partner, a girl called Sana. They were so good, completely in sync with each other, and you could visibly see the trust flowing between them. You couldn’t help but feel envious of their unspoken bond, they hadn’t practiced as much as you, yet they were already much better. It was as if it came so easy to them. You, on the other hand, had spent all of your days and nights last week practicing and still weren’t as good as them.

The class erupted into an applause as Minho swept Sana up into their ending pose, the routine was so exhausting but they seemed relaxed, not panting heavily, but perfectly poised, as great dancers should be. You watched the satisfied smile on Sana’s face, and on Mrs. Choi’s face as she clapped, very impressed.

You felt a nudge in your side and turned to see Felix looking at you.

“You okay?” He asked.

You nodded, wrapping your arms around your knees “Just immersed in the performance”

Felix smiled “Okay, you seemed spaced out, is it cause you’re up next?”

“What?” You asked, panic flooding through you.

He laughed, wrapping an arm around you “I’m just kidding, Y/N. I don’t know who’s up next”

“Oh, thank god” You sighed, upset that he’d been able to get such a strong reaction from you. You weren’t supposed to be nervous. You wished you were better at hiding it.

“You’ll be great, you don’t have anything to worry about” He spoke and you nodded, watching Minho and Sana take their seats.

Mrs. Choi stepped up, clapping her hands again “Absolutely beautiful. That’s the kind of talent I wish to see when I step through those doors every morning. Take this performance as an example for how I expect you all to do, Mr. Lee and Miss Chou make it seem so effortless”

“Let’s have Mr. Hwang and Miss Y/N next”

You heard Felix let out a laugh as your stomach immediately sank and you nudged him, shutting him up. You stood up quickly, dusting your tights and watched Hyunjin stand up too. You two were the only partners not sitting together, and he made his way to you from across the room.

You turned to face the class, watching you and Hyunjin in the mirror. He adjusted his snapback, tucking his stray hair behind his ear and stood behind you.

You took in a deep breath as his hands came to rest on your waist.

Mrs. Choi cued the music, and you could feel everybody’s eyes on you, tensing you up. Why were you getting so anxious these days? You never got nervous when you used to perform. You spotted Yunho in the crowd of the twenty dancers, a blank look on his face. Felix was grinning at you, and just as you were about to begin, you heard the door creak, Yeji poking her head in.

You refrained from rolling your eyes at her late entry, she was definitely skipping class to be here and she shot you a smile, mouthing “Fighting!”

You felt so anxious, your hands getting clammy. They were all going to judge you based on this performance, and your chemistry with Hyunjin.

The music began and you clenched your fists, taking in a breath as Hyunjin tightened his grip on you, his eyes falling to your expression in the mirror.

Just before you went into the first step, he leaned into your ear, his hot breath brushing your neck and mumbled “You’ll be fine, Y/N”

Now here you were, hours later, watching Hyunjin completely ignore you, wondering whether you imagined it earlier. He was hard to understand. He’d changed partners, you were quite sure he’d done it for you, but you didn’t know why.

He’d been a dick to you the past week, but whispered encouragements in your ear when you were nervous? What was his deal?

“Why the hell are you all by yourself?” You hear a shrill voice as someone grabbed on your arm, making you jump up, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Oh my god, Yeji” You laughed, placing a hand over your heart “You really need to calm down”

“Why should I? You’re the one who wanted me to come out and get drunk” She yelled, Jeongin by her side “Now you aren’t even dancing with me and Minho”

She looked adorable, a denim jumpsuit on her, her red lips pulled in a cute pout, her arms on her waist. Minho joined her, coming to frown at your sober state. They were all tipsy, and you seemed like an oldie amongst them in your state.

“I…yeah you’re right. Let’s get drunk” You sighed, pulling yourself out of thoughts about today’s showcase and your heavily confusing partner “What’s the fastest way we can?”

“Tequila shots, of course” Minho said, smirking “As long as you ladies can handle it”

“Oh, you’ve got yourself a challenge, honey” You declared, turning to order eight shots for you guys.

»»————

Thirty minutes later, everybody was plastered, way past your original drinking plan. You’d only wanted to get tipsy, enough to let loose and enjoy the night. Now, you were past that point, your head spinning, all the people around you blurring into shapes and the lights too strong on your eyes. You felt great though. You felt as if you could sink into the couch, or disappear into the flashing lights.

Yeji struggled to maintain her balance, even while sitting, Minho was supporting her with a small hand on her back. They looked cute. God, you wish you looked that cute doing anything. Yeji was adorable, even now in her plastered state. You couldn’t miss the way Minho looked at her protectively, she just brought out that instinct in people, the feel to protect her. She was too pure for this world.

“Oh my god! You were so good today” Yeji suddenly sighed dramatically.

“What?” You asked, pulling yourself back into the conversation, trying to keep track.

“Your dance! You are so beautiful, Y/N. I’m so lucky to have you as my friend” Yeji spoke, with reverence in her eyes.

“You really were” Minho commented, smiling at you in a way that turned your insides. Minho looked so good too. Was he always this handsome?

Why hadn’t you kissed him on your date? You were really regretting it now, as you watched him laugh over a dumb joke made by Jeongin.

Why didn’t you kiss him?

You guessed you had never felt that pull or urge to him, until now. Or maybe, you just wanted to kiss somebody, anybody. Were you feeling like this because of him, or just because he was a cute boy? God knows there was a lack of nice, cute boys around you.

As you took in another sip of your drink watching your friends laugh around you, you couldn’t even remember why you were so stressed earlier. What was the point?

This was college. You were an adult now. You were supposed to let loose. Who even gave a fuck about a small showcase? You were being too uptight about it earlier, your friends were right. They told you to take it easy.

Well, you were going to take it easy. It felt so good to be relaxed, your body felt loose, your limbs weren’t tense anymore. Your head felt light, hearing grasps of conversation between your friends.

Yeji leaned into Minho, it was normal for her, she was always a touchy and affectionate but what was unexpected was the way he welcomed it. He wasn’t as drunk as the rest of you, but he smiled as she leaned into him, his arm wrapping gently around her.

“I have to thank you, Minho” Jeongin said “Yeji would never have come out if it wasn’t for your help”

“Yes!” Yeji exclaimed, then turned to you “Y/N. Did I mention he helped me in my stupiddd world history assignment?”

“Yes, Yeji. You’ve told me ten times” You laughed “Thank you Minho”

“Of course” He smiled, so simple, so charming. Ugh. Handsome boys were going to be the death of you.

“Thank god for him, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to come today” She sighed, glancing up at him in her loving fashion, her big eyes blown out in gratefulness.

He let out a chuckle “Don’t thank me. This was a celebration for all of us”

“Noo” She whined “You helped me. I had no idea boys could be that smart”

You laughed “Yeji...don’t be like that. Han is smart”

“Hey!” Jeongin said, pinching you and you laughed.

“I love you, baby. You’re the most intelligent out of all of us” You said to him, leaning in to kiss his cheek as an apology. He rolled his eyes at your gesture but smiled nonetheless.

“You didn’t really need my help though” Minho replied, and then turned to address you “She already had most of it done”

Yeji’s eyes lit up at the unexpected compliment and she showed off a toothy smile “I don’t know why you’re being so nice”

Minho laughed “I’m just being honest”

She smiled sleepily, tucking herself further into his embrace and you felt Jeongin glance at you.

What was going on? Despite how close they were obviously getting, you somehow didn’t seem to mind. After all, you’d only asked Minho out as a distraction from Hyunjin and Yeji was the one who spotted him first, pushing you to talk to him. Your last two dates had been fun, but they felt more friendly than they should. You wonder why you never felt that attachment to Minho…it had always been hard for you to date, and you still couldn’t understand why.

“Anyway, back to what I was saying, Y/N was great today” Minho suddenly said and Yeji’s eyes snapped open, as if she realized what was going on.

She sat up in a panic, letting out a squeak “Y/N. Yes, she was so amazing. You looked so beautiful”

You laughed, watching her switch back into wing woman mode, even though it was clear you didn’t need her help anymore.

“Don’t you think she looked so beautiful, Minho?” Yeji asked, turning to him, moving further away by the second and you didn’t miss the split-second disappointment on his face as she did.

He smiled brightly “Of course. Y/N always looks gorgeous though”

Jeongin’s hand landed on your thigh, raising his eyebrows at what was unfolding. Clearly, Minho and Yeji had taken a liking to each other, but they were both being their faithful selves, which made your heart warm.

“Yeji, can I talk to you?” You asked, standing up. You were clearly more drunk than you’d thought on, because as soon as you stood, the room around you spun. Jeongin reached out to grasp your wrist, steadying you and you shot him a grateful smile.

Yeji nodded, letting out a squeak as she stood up unsteadily and Minho seemed to have caught on, since he didn’t reach out to help her this time. His hand hovering over her waist, but not touching it. You stepped aside, Yeji following you.

“Y/N. Are you having fun?” She asked, her eyes looking up at you as if she was the embodiment of the cute emoji.

“Yes, are you?” You asked.

“Of course” She smiled “I – I always have fun with you”

“Yeji, is there something you wanna tell me?” You asked, raising an eyebrow suggestively.

“Like?” She squeaked.

“Likeee, maybe you have a teeny tiny crush on Minho?”

She blanked and then let out a loud, dramatic groan, covering her face with her hands “Ah, am I that obvious?”

You laughed, removing her pretty manicured nails away from her face “Don’t worry, babe and I’ve known you all my life, so yes you are”

“But…you’re into him, and he’s into you, I’m sorry for overstepping”

“Yeji. Shut up” You chuckled “I don’t have ownership of him, I already told you how I feel regarding him, remember?”

“Yeah…but-”

“No buts. Besides, he can’t take his eyes off you tonight”

Yeji gasped “No! That’s not true”

“It is verytrue” You smiled “Don’t worry about anything, okay?”

“Hmm” She nodded, biting her lip, god she was adorable “Let’s see what happens���”

“Let’s see” You smiled, pulling her into a soul crushing hug “Now, are you coming to dance with me, or not?”

»»————-

You laughed, spinning on your heel, trying hard to not fall over, not that it would matter now because you were past the point of caring. You’d probably been dancing for hours now. You had no idea what time it even was. Your legs felt wobbly but you were having too much fun. Yeji was back at the booth, and you were spinning around, hand in hand with Jeongin.

He was so cute. You always had so much fun with him and you hadn’t spent enough time together ever since you came to college. You wish Han was here too, since he was your best friend in the entire world but well, he had actual priorities to attend to.

“I love this song!” Jeongin grinned, as a song by Charlie Puth came on.

“Me too!” You yelled back, still spinning, doubling over in laughter.

“You just want attention!” You both screamed out, your eyes prickled with tears because of how much fun you were having. You felt like you could float away. The people around you were all beautiful blurs, in the prettiest outfits, all kinds of people from every major here, dancing to the same song.

Jeongin stopped your spinning, holding up an apologetic finger as he reached in his jeans for his phone. It was vibrating.

“What is it?” You asked, leaning in to make sure he could hear you.

“My dad” He rolled his eyes.

“But it’s like 2 am” You exclaimed.

“It’s Han” Jeongin clarified and you burst out laughing. Han surely was like a dad to Jeongin.

“I’ll be back in a minute, you’ll be fine on your own?” He asked.

“Of course!” You said “Tell Han I miss him”

Any other time, you would have hated being by yourself in the middle of a club, surrounded by unknown people. But not today. You were having the time of your life. You let the music overtake you, spinning around again, feeling like the eight-year-old who had just discovered her immense love for dancing, before you bumped into something. You let out a squeak as you stepped down hard on someone, almost tripping over until their arms came up to catch you.

“Whoa whoa whoa, I see you’re enjoying yourself” He said, in a voice that sent shivers down your spine. You looked up to see the most attractive boy, his hair falling in his face and his mouth pulled into a small grin.

“I’m sorry” You replied, stepping back but his arms were still holding you up.

“No worries, are you okay?” He asked, leaning in so you could hear him over the booming music. His breath fanned your cheek and he smelled so good. You hummed, moving back to look at his face properly.

You let your eyes roam over him. He had a sharp jawline and high cheekbones which reflected the lights off the club, his eyes had a twinkle in them. He seemed familiar, you didn’t know where you knew him from, all you knew was that you would really really love to see if his lips were as soft as they looked.

“I’m perfect now” You said, hoping it came off flirty enough.

“Yeah?” He asked, giving you a lopsided smile “I’m a bit hurt you don’t recognize me though”

He had his perfect lips in a pout and you didn’t even want to know his name, just feel them on you.

“You’re too beautiful for me to care” You said honestly and he let out a loud laugh, his eyes crinkling.

“I’m flattered, if not slightly wounded” He spoke “My name is Wooyoung, love”

“Woo-young” You repeated, enunciating his name and he laughed.

“Do you mind if I join you?” He asked.

“Of course not” You smiled, letting him pull you into the dance floor yet again. You instantly wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you.

You weren’t sure how long you were dancing with Wooyoung, but Jeongin wasn’t back yet. You didn’t care though, not with the way he was pushed up against you, leaving trails of kisses on your neck. You spun around, pulling Wooyoung into another kiss. You kissed him for what felt like hours. His breath smelled like alcohol but so did yours probably, and he didn’t seem to care, so why should you?

You were interrupted by a loud voice, and at first you barely heard it, not over the way Wooyoung was touching you and how his tongue was in your mouth, that is until you felt him pull away and you let out a groan, chasing his mouth with your own.

“Whoa, Y/N. One sec” He breathed, and you turned to see the cause of the interruption. It was a tall, light-haired man with his hair pulled back.

“Woo, we’re just about getting ready to leave” He said, his eyes glancing at you for a split second “Everyone’s outside waiting for you”

Leave? You didn’t want this boy to leave. You wanted to kiss him more. He was making you feel so good. You gripped onto his arm, your fingers digging into his leather jacket and he let out a laugh.

“Um, sorry, sweetheart” He said, with a sheepish groan and disappointment coursed through you.

He was going to leave you here? After getting you all hot and bothered?

“You’re just gonna go?” You asked, your voice whinier than intended but you didn’t care.

He rubbed the back of his neck “Um, we have a plan to go upto the Han river after this. It’s sort of tradition”

“Sorry” His blonde friend said.

“Oh” You said, leaving his grip and he must have noticed the way your face fell.

“Unless you wanna come along?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“To the Han river?” You asked.

“Yeah” He nodded “We’ll just be there for an hour or so, and we can um…pick up where we left off”

He sent you a knowing smile, his fingers dancing on your waist and his friend let out a sigh.

“Yes, you can continue grinding up on each other outside. Can we get going?”

You really weren’t in the mood to go to the river, but well, he was really hot and he was actually into you. You hadn’t been with a boy in over a year, and you just really really wanted to have a good time. God knows there weren’t any hot boys around you who were actually interested in you.

So you nodded.

Wooyoung instantly burst into a smile “Perfect. Let’s go sweetheart”

He grabbed your waist, and you walked with him, following his blonde friend, who you’d heard being called Seonghwa. You wouldn’t believe you were leaving with a random boy, but Yeji would definitely understand. She would want you to get yourself utterly fucked.

You made your way through the hounds of people, wondering whether you should let your friends know you were going, but they were all also probably too drunk to care. Anyways, you’d be spending the night with Wooyoung, probably at his dorm, so you’d just catch up with your friends in the morning.

You could feel excitement seeping through you, residual from your heated make out session with the boy, and you were so turned on by the thought of going home with him tonight. Your head was still spinning, so it felt like all time was slipping together and before you knew it, you were at the glowing neon exit sign.

“Where the hell are you going?” You heard an all too familiar voice from beside you.

You ignored it, clutching onto Wooyoung’s hand tighter as he led you out. But of course, a hand came onto your shoulder, stopping you from going ahead.

“Whoa” Wooyoung exclaimed, seeing that you had been stopped.

You groaned and turned around, coming face to face with the boy who had stopped you.

“What the fuck do you want?” You sighed.

“Where are you going?” Hyunjin asked, his eyes falling on the two boys behind you.

“None of your fucking business” You responded.

Hyunjin wasn’t with that Literature girl anymore, but with a few of his friends, a drink in his hand as he stared at you and the group surrounding you.

“Is there a problem, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked, stepping closer to you.

Hyunjin rolled his eyes “What are you doing, Woo?”

“I’m not doing anything. We’re just headed to the Han River. Y/N wanted to come”

“Y/N can’t even walk by herself” Hyunjin responded, his lips stretched in a tight-lipped smile “You think she can accompany you guys all the way across town?”

“Oh my god, I can walk by myself” You responded, although you knew he was sort of right.

“You can’t be serious” Hyunjin said, turning to you “You’re going to walk off completely piss drunk with a group of guys you’ve never met before?”

“They’re in our Uni” You defended, although you didn’t owe him any answer.

“Well, so is everybody at this club, that doesn’t mean you’ll just go anywhere with them”

“Why the hell do you even care?”

“Dude, you’re not her boyfriend. If she wants to come with me, she can” Wooyoung said, pulling you in closer.

“Your friends will kill you” Hyunjin said to you, ignoring him “And then they’ll kill me for letting you go off. There’s no way I’m dying at 20 because of you”

“I hope you do” You responded “I’m going now, so maybe just go back to ignoring me like you were doing earlier”

“You’re such a pain in the ass”

“Don’t talk to her like that” Wooyoung said, then tugged you forward “We’re leaving now, Hwang”

You gave him the middle finger, petty and childish, but he was pissing you off. You stumbled out, seeing Wooyoung and his group of friends. They smiled at you.

“You’re finally here” Seonghwa said, he had missed the confrontation just now “I swear it took you an hour to leave”

“Some asshole was trying to stop us” Wooyoung said. Your eyes fell on the boys waiting for you. You could recognize a few from cafeteria, and some from dance. You were honestly too intoxicated to care about their names but because you were going to spend the night with them, you introduced yourself cheerfully nonetheless.

One of the boys laughed “She’s cute. Where did you find her?”

“She found me, Yeosang. She’s from my dance class” Wooyoung replied proudly.

“So we’re all here now?” A taller boy, Mingi, asked. Wooyoung nodded.

“How are we going?” You asked.

“We’re taking Yunho’s car” Wooyoung said and you nodded, following him onto the curb.

Wait, Yunho? Which Yunho was it? Hopefully not the one you thought it was.

“Who is he?” You asked.

“Yunho’s one of the guys in our group. He’s in dance too, I think you know him” Wooyoung said “He’s really nice”

“Ohh” you said.

Really nice?

Huh. Maybe you were mistaken about him?

Anyway, you could probably ignore him since there were four other guys to interact with. Maybe you could try to make amends too, since you two would have to be in the same class forever.

“Are you sure your friends will be fine with you coming with us?” Wooyoung asked, as you approached the parked car. The other boys got in, waiting for you.

“Hwang is not my friend” You laughed, sort of disgusted at even the thought of being associated with him.

“I know, I know, but Yeji and the others?” He asked, holding your hands together. You smiled at that, he was really sweet, and he seemed so genuine.

“They’ll be fine. I’ll just text her, okay?” You said, reaching into your bag.

“Of course, take your time” Wooyoung said.

“Oh god, the things he will do for a girl” You heard Seonghwa mutter in annoyance as they all waited.

You fumbled around in your bag, coming in contact with you lip gloss, your card, but not being able to find your phone.

“Fuck” You muttered “Do you have my phone?”

Woo’s eyes widened and he dug into his jeans, and the pockets of his leather jacket “No, are you sure you had it with you?”

God, of all the things, you really did not need to lose your phone like this.

What the fuckkk. Panic flooded through you, because even though you quickly wanted to leave and have a good time, your phone was the most important to you.

“Um” You stuttered “I must have left it at the bar”

“Oh, I’ll go look for it” Wooyoung said immediately.

“No, no” You stopped him, grabbing his jacket “I’ll get it. Your friends will hate me if I make us late. I’ll just quickly run in and get it”

“Y/N, are you sure you don’t want me to come with me?” He asked, concern laced in his voice. If only all boys could be this nice…

“I’ll be fine, don’t worry. I’ll be back in five” You said, leaning in to kiss his cheek.

“Okay, I’ll wait for you” He smiled, and you quickly turned around, running back to the curb and into the club.

You pushed open the door, the change of space and light so fast instantly disorienting you. You stumbled through the crowd, it must be at the bar, right? Maybe you shouldn’t have worn such uncomfortable shoes, but it’s not like you knew you were going to be running through drunk teenagers.

You reached the bar, looking around all the drinks, but you couldn’t see your phone.

What the fuck were going to do?

You groaned and sunk your head in your hands.

“You okay, lady?”

You looked up to see the bartender from earlier.

“Have you seen my phone?” You asked her “It’s pink in cover, and has a few stickers on the back”

“No, but you look plastered and like you’re going to be sick. You should have a glass of water” She said, sliding one over to you. You nodded, giving her a quick thumbs up at a lack of words, before you chugged the glass of water. She was right. You instantly felt better as it slid down your throat, you could feel the coldness of it in your chest. It felt like all your senses had been heightened now.

“Do you have any idea where you could have left it? Maybe one of your friends have it?” She asked.

You tried to think hard, but honestly you had no idea when the last time you had it was. You’d been on the dance floor for more than an hour with Jeongin and then Wooyoung.

Maybe you left it in the bathroom when you’d gone earlier…

»»————-

Hyunjin took another sip of his drink, savoring the fruity taste. Even though he’d originally wanted to get shit faced, he somehow couldn’t bring himself to. He watched as his friend, now on her fourth shot, looked like she was going to be sick. He didn’t know when he became the role of the sober friend, the one taking care of everybody else.

“Mina, you okay?” He asked, raising his eyebrows.

She shook her head in response. Mina was in one of his minor classes and she’d broken up with her high school boyfriend today, which is why she was currently in this predicament. They were sat in a booth adjacent to the one where Minho, Yeji and Jeongin had been. They’d long gone by now, and he wondered if they knew that you’d left with Wooyoung and his friends. All Hyunjin had wanted tonight was to kick back, and relax after a grueling first few weeks of college. Usually he’d had sat with his friend, Minho and he definitely didn’t mind Yeji and Jeongin’s company, but you…He didn’t want to be in your presence more than he had to be already, as your partner. Sober you was annoying as fuck, but you when you were drunk and horny and willing to leave with Wooyoung and his friends was unbearably infuriating. He’d seen you on the dance floor before, grinding all up into Wooyoung without having ever even noticed him in dance class. It made him feel sick to the stomach and he didn’t know why.

Huh, maybe he just hated seeing you have fun.

“I feel like shit” Mina whined, and then Hyunjin could do nothing but watch as she managed to tip her drink all over the front of her shirt.

“Oh myyyyy god” She groaned, tears threatening to spill.

“Mina, you should really get home-” Felix pointed out “You’re a mess”

Hyunjin gave a look to Felix at his harsh words, who returned it with an innocent shrug.

“I’m just being honest” Felix responded, scrunching his nose.

“Hold on, I’ll get you some tissues” Hyunjin sighed, getting up to go to the closest washroom. The club was much more empty now, and he was glad to not see no couples making out in the washroom. He’d already seen enough with Wooyoung and you before, in the middle of the fucking club, no thoughts to all the people around you.

Disgusting.

He grabbed the tissues, heading out when he spotted a phone with a pink case tucked near the sink.

Of course.

You’d fucking forgotten your phone.

How could you be so dumb, he thought. He quickly grabbed it, before anyone got any bright ideas on trying to steal it. He clicked the power button, and the screen lit up with a direct message from jungwooyoung.

“Hey, Y/N. Where are you? It’s been more than ten minutes, although idk if this text makes any sense assuming you have lost your phone. Hope you’re okay, we’re still waiting outside”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes. He quickly walked back to Mina, helping her clean up her shirt, when he saw you rush into the same washroom minutes later.

“Felix, I gotta go take care of something. You two will be fine?” He said, looking over at Mina and him.

Felix nodded “I’ll take her home, don’t worry”

»»————-

You stared at your reflection in the mirror, wanting to really slam your head against it. How could you be so stupid? You were sure it had been more than ten minutes since the boys were out waiting for you, if they hadn’t already left you by now. Your high had already worn off, and you weren’t sure if you had the social and mental capacity to hang out with five boys when sober. It didn’t matter anyway, since you couldn’t leave without locating your phone and surely somebody would have nicked it by now.

Han was going to kill you tomorrow.

“Looking for this?”

You jumped, shocked at someone else’s presence here, putting a hand over your heart.

And of course, there he was, with your phone in hand.

“What the fuck Hwang?” You exclaimed, turning to look at him. He seemed proud of himself, a smirk on his lips, his eyebrows raised at you.

“I thought you said you can take care of yourself” He spoke, crossing his arms.

“Just give me my phone back” You spoke, too frustrated to try to deal with this.

“Why should I?”

You scoffed “Because it’s not yours, asshole. Unlike you, I have places to go and people that are waiting for me”

“Right, right. Wooyoung and his boys” He said, distaste in his tone “You know he’s best friends with Kim Yunho, right?”

You raised your eyebrows; you didn’t know he knew that. Is that why he tried to stop you before? Anyway, it wouldn’t matter because he can’t control what you do or don’t.

You stayed silent at that, and he let out a chuckle “Wow, so you knew yet you wanted to leave with them? How desperate are you for some dick?”

“Shut up, Hyunjin” You said instantly, feeling the anger towards him boil inside you. How dare he call you out like that?

“You’re being really irresponsible tonight, Y/N” He said, and the condescending tone made you snap.

“Oh my god Hyunjin shut the fuck up. How does it matter to you? I can do what I want, and you’re nobody to judge, especially not when you’ve got a different girl’s tongue in your mouth every weekend. I’m leaving with Wooyoung and his friends, so give me my fucking phone back”

If he was even slightly surprised at your outburst, he didn’t show it. He stood there, unfazed, almost looking disappointed.

“There’s no point. Wooyoung already left” He said simply.

“What? How would you know?” You shot back.

“Because I told him to”

“And he would listen to you?”

“He wouldn’t listen to me, but he would to you”

“What?” You asked, confused at what he was getting at.

Hyunjin held up your phone, showing the last message he’d sent.

“hi, this is Y/N. im feeling really sick so you guys can go ahead!” it read.

You fumed at that, your pulse racing at this fucking boy’s audacity.

“You texted him to leave?!” You asked.

“You’re insane if you think I’m letting you go off with a bunch of drunk boys you don’t know, one of them being Kim Yunho who’s already shown you what a dick he is, or do you forget how we came to be partners?”

You felt so angry at him, even though sure, a part of you knew he was being right and logical. It just irked you that it was him, of all people. If it had been anybody else telling you this, you would have instantly agreed, realizing how dumb you were being.

But it was Hwang Hyunjin and that was enough reason for you to disagree with him.

“I hate you so much” You spoke “You had no right”

“Why are you upset? It’s not like you were in love with the boy”

“It’s not about that” You groaned, letting yourself lean back on the counter. You were far too annoyed and tired to argue with him.

“Then what is it? You’re upset Minho and Yeji are getting along better than you and him ever did?”

God, you hated this fucking boy. He knew how to hit every nerve within you.

“I don’t care about that. I never liked Minho in that way” You responded, crossing your arms and letting your gaze fall to the floor.

“Yeah…he’s not your type anyway” He let out a chuckle.

You looked at him at that “You don’t know my type”

“Course I do. Bad boys with leather jackets and any semblance of a jawline” He said, pulling off his beanie and you watched how his hair fell around him. It was so long now. He ran a hand through it, ruffling it once before slipping his beanie on once again.

You almost forget what he’d just said to you, too distracted by his simple action.

“That’s so…generic” You crooked an eyebrow, even though both Wooyoung, Minho and your ex were exactly like that.

“You didn’t deny that I’m right” He said and you rolled your eyes.

“You’re such a buzz kill, Hwang” You stated, crossing your arms “This conversation sobered me up, and all I wanted was to have a good time tonight”

Hyunjin raised an eyebrow at that “You do know you can have a good time sober too? Oh, I forget. You’re too uptight for that”

“I’m not uptight” You sighed “I don’t even like clubs…or getting drunk. I just wanted to celebrate the showcase being over, and not be stressed after so long”

“If you don’t like clubs, why do you show up? I’m sure nobody would miss you”

You laughed at his petty jab at you “My friends…and also I don’t want to miss out on the college experience”

“I doubt Tate’s is going to be a defining experience in your life”

“What about you?” You shot back.

“What about me?”

“Why are you even here? To kiss random girls you don’t know?”

He laughed, biting his lip “And what were you doing tonight, with Wooyoung? You know, you’re quite bad at hiding your jealousy”

You scoffed “Jealous? Right. I can’t even stand being in the same room as you”

“Of course” He said, and you realized you’d been standing here, talking to Hwang Hyunjin, completely sobered up, for the past ten minutes. You hadn’t even talked to Wooyoung that long.

You let out another groan at the thought of Wooyoung. You really wanted to go home with him. He was so attractive, and he made you feel good. He’d got you all riled up and just left…you did not look forward to going home and getting yourself off. It was never as satisfactory as it was when another boy did it, an attractive one at that. You could only gauge how good Wooyoung would be in bed, he was a dancer after all.

You thought back to the way he was against you on the dance floor, your butt pushed into him, the feel of his leather jacket on your skin, as he trailed kisses all over your neck. Your thighs clenched at the memory.

You’d almost forgotten Hyunjin was here until he spoke up, in his annoying ass voice “What are you so worked up for anyway?”

“None of your business, Hwang” You said, and looked up at him. He had his arms crossed, leaning against the door as he looked at you.

“You really wanted to go home with him that badly?”

“So what if I did?”

“Maybe you’re expecting too much. He seems too much like a guy who would only care about his own needs”

You scoffed “As opposed to you, who would put other people before yourself?”

“I don’t know about that, but I know I would have made the girl cum first”

Your eyes instantly shot up to him, your heart kicking in your chest. Of all the things you expected him to say, that wasn’t it.

Hyunjin had the hint of a smirk on his face, and the room seemed way too small all of a sudden. You swallowed, staring up at him, what were you even to respond to something like that? You could smell his cologne now, it had a hint of cinnamon and you wonder if he knew that you hated cinnamon with a passion.

He was staring right back at you, and the worst part was it didn’t even seem like it affected him. The room was silent, save for the soft pounding music from outside. The lighting was dim, a neon lightbulb which someone must have installed for the aesthetic - now the only way you could see the annoying, but beautiful boy in front of you. God, did you just call Hyunjin beautiful? It must be Yeji’s influence.

You couldn’t help but notice how he looked in the lighting here. You hadn’t gotten a good look at him before, because you were so drunk, and so angry, and just lost in the chaos of the club. But now, you could see him clearly.

He had a black beanie pulled over his dark hair, which had gotten so long from the last time you saw it, almost reaching his shoulders, and a red bandana sticking out from underneath it. God, only he could pull off a look like that.

You moved your eyes away from his, landing on his plush, red lips for a second. They were slightly wet from how he kept licking them, glistening under the neon lighting. Did he keep doing that on purpose?

As he looked over at you, a calm look on his face, you decided that even if you hated him with every fiber of your being…Yeji was unbearably right.

He was beautiful.

Painfully so.

He didn’t look like a real person right now, with the way slight sweat glistened over his face, somehow not being gross, the way his stray hair framed his cheeks, the softness of his features and the sharpness of his chin.

The tension felt thick, and uncomfortable. You needed to leave.

You cleared your throat, trying to cut the tightness and bring yourself back into the real world “Well, it was nice talking to you”

“Hmm...” He said and you stepped away from the counter, maneuvering your way around him, wanting to leave as soon as possible. It was too hot in here. You felt too riled up. You were so worked up from before. You would need to go home, have a cold shower, wake yourself out of this daze and then get yourself off before sleeping for ten hours.

Yup, that’s what you were doing to do now. You were definitely not going to stand around and talk to Fucking Unfairly Gorgeous Hwang Hyunjin for another second. You couldn’t, not when he’d tortured you with his mere presence his whole life.

How ironic.

He was torturing you even now, with no words spoken.

You stepped up to the door, the silence in the room deafening, the only sound of your boots on the tiled floor as you reached up to the doorknob.

“Y/N”

You heard, his voice, low.

You breathed in, turning to look at him.

“Yeah?” You asked, wanting to come off aggressive but you just sounded nervous.

“Aren’t you forgetting something?” He asked, and you raised your eyebrows.

You felt heat rush to your core at the way he was looking at you. His words ran in your head.

I would have made the girl come first.

“What?” You asked, warmth rising to your face, wondering what he wanted with the way he was staring at you. As if he was trying to figure you out…

He stepped closer and you instantaneously backed up, your back hitting the door. He reached his hand out, and you raised your eyebrows at his intense gaze.

“Your phone” He spoke, simply and your gaze trailed down to his hands, where he was holding it between his fingers.

“Oh” You said, a sort of relief flooding through you, along with a tinge of something else.

You reached out, taking it from him, your fingers brushing against his slightly, but the gesture was enough to make you take in a breath.

Holy fuck, you were far too worked up to be having this interaction.

“You know…” He started, his voice soft, his gaze flitting over you “All you have to do is ask”

And you knew this time he definitely wasn’t talking about your phone.

“Ask what?” You said, having an idea of what he meant, your voice completely dry.

God, he’d definitely seen you clenching your thighs earlier, and the frustration on your face at not being able to go home with the guy you had wanted to.

“You know what, Y/N” He said, his voice so calm that you thought you imagined him saying it, his fingers were still on yours, shooting chills down your spine. His voice was barely above a whisper, and you wonder if he could see in your eyes how much you wanted him.

You glanced up at him, at his gaze, how different it seemed from every other time he was looking at you. He was so close to you, you could see every feature on his face, the dark brown eyes shifting over you, the small mole under them, the fact that his lips were stretched into a soft smile, pulled between his teeth and not a smirk like every other time you’d seen it.

His fingers were still on yours, sending jolts of warmth through you.

Had his lips always been that plush? They looked so soft, like pillows...or clouds from heaven.

You can’t believe you were thinking about Hyunjin’s lips right now.

You shouldn’t think about them.

“Hyunjin…”

“Yeah?”

You didn’t know who moved first, all you knew was that your lips were on his and it was the finest you’d felt after so long. They were just as soft as they looked, and they moved so perfectly on your own. It was slow, and sensual, but rushed at the same time. Your back was to the door, you were pinned to it by his body, his hand snaking around your waist to pull you closer to him. His other hand cupped your jaw and trailed its way down into your hair, grazing your neck slightly. You let out a sigh at the feeling.

You wanted to be touched. You were craving this. It didn’t matter who it was, right?

Your own hands were fisted in the front of his shirt, clutching onto it for life so you could pull him down to your height to properly kiss him. Before you knew it, he was turning you around and you realized you hadn’t pulled away from him in a second, not even feeling the need to breathe.

You felt yourself hit the counter and Hyunjin pulled away. You let out a soft whine, chasing after him but he let out a small laugh at that, bending down to grab your thighs so he could hoist you on the counter.

Once you were seated on the counter, it was much easier to kiss him and you instantly pulled him back towards to you, your arms snaking around his neck. You let your hands roam through his long hair, your nails scratching against his scalp and he let out a soft groan.

God, he sounded so fucking hot. You wanted to hear him moan again, and again. You pulled him closer to you, if that was even possible, and he stood between your legs, pressed up against you, heat rushing throughout you, with the excitement of what comes next.

“Wait, wait Y/N” He breathed, before pulling back to look at you, your eyes hooded, your hair messed up from where he’d run his hands through it “You’re drunk”

“I’m not”

“Are you sure?” He asked, his breath soft on your lips, and you saw his chest relax at your answer.

Was he trying to make you admit that you wanted to kiss him without being absolutely plastered?

“I’m just…tipsy, Hyunjin” You replied, already missing the feeling of his mouth on yours. His bruised lips looked so inviting.

“I swear to god, Y/N. You better not be lying” He sighed, leaving a kiss on the corner of your mouth.

“Are you drunk?” You asked.

“No, just tipsy” He said, a cheeky smile on his face.

God he was so annoying. You snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you so you could kiss him. He let out a soft chuckle at your desperation.

“Hyunjin…” You sighed as he pulled away yet again, and tilted your head to have better access to your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, right under your ear. You tried to stifle your moans, because you couldn’t believe he could get such a reaction from just kissing you.

He suddenly stopped again, pulling back to look at you. His eyes were clouded with lust, but the words from his mouth surprised you “Prove it”

“Prove…what?”

“That you’re not drunk”

“Oh” You said, letting your hands fall back to your side “Okay”

“What’s 14 into six?”

“What?”

He raised his eyebrows “Well?”

“Hwang, you’re fucking crazy if you think I can do math in any state of being. Can you please just…kiss me before I realize what a big mistake this is and remember how much I absolutely hate you?”

He sighed, but stepped closer to you again, going down to your neck.

“It’s eighty-four, and the name is Hyunjin. Don’t call me Hwang” He mumbled, and you held back your laugh as he left kisses down your collarbone. He was so skilled, with just his mouth. You bit your lip to hold back your moans. You didn’t want to give him that satisfaction, of knowing how good he was making you feel. Although the way you were rutting your hips into him would have already given that away…

“Stop holding back” He whispered, sucking on a spot of your neck that had you reeling. His other hand slipped under your top, and his large, warm hands on your cold skin felt heavenly. It seemed like he’d made it clear he wanted to hear you moan, by the way he attacked your sweet spot with his mouth. You wished you hadn’t worn such a tight top because it was hard for his hands to explore you, and you could feel his frustration before he completely pulled his hand away.

He must have seen the disappointment on his face and he laughed “Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ve got something better for you”

His hand started trailing up your thigh, and you were silently glad you’d worn a skirt and fishnets. You felt his hand inch closer to where you wanted him most, slipping under your skirt, but he was being so slow, you wanted to scream. You inched forward on the counter, hoping he’d touch you sooner that way.

He laughed, his eyes crinkling into little crescents and despite the tension, he looked…adorable “Look at you, such a mess and I’ve barely touched you. You think Minho or Wooyoung could have got you so worked up?”

You couldn’t feel it in yourself to be embarrassed, you just wanted him to touch you.

“Please” You said, and he hooked his fingers around your panties, pushing them to the side and you pulled him into a kiss again. The more you kissed him, the more you could pretend this wasn’t actually happening. You would hate to ever admit to yourself that this boy could ever be this attractive as he was being now.

Before you could process it, his fingers circled around your bud, where you wanted him most, knowing exactly where to touch, and you were thankful he’d been with so many girls, to have such experience. You were far too turned on to need any more foreplay, and your little desperate whine was enough for him to finally slip a finger inside you.

“Hyunjin…” You spoke, faltering at your words as he explored you.

“You like that?” He asked, out of breath, leaning close to you “You like my fingers inside you?”

“Yeah…please don’t stop…” You moaned as he fucked in and out of you with his finger, before slipping in a second one. He began leaving small kisses on the side of your face, on your jaw, your ear and everything felt too much. He was scissoring you open and it felt so good, you threw your head back, trying to contain yourself. How was he so good at this?

“God, you’re so wet. Are you close already?” He mumbled, watching your state.

“Pleasedon’t tease” You breathed, out of frustration.

“I know, you’ve been teased enough for one night, haven’t you?” He chuckled and you groaned.

“Go faster, please” You pleaded, leaning forward to rest your forehead against his. He increased his pace, and you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood, to keep in your moans. It felt so good. He was curling them just right inside you, and the way he was looking at you only added to how pleasurable you felt. His dark gaze was on yours, and he looked so fucking hot, and determined.

“Please don’t stop” You said, intertwining your fingers in his hair, pulling hard at it.

“Don’t worry, I won’t, not until you come” He said, finding your mouth again with his own. You were far too fucked to kiss him back properly but that didn’t stop him. His fingers moved so fast inside you and his tongue explored your mouth at the same time. Honestly, you’d let him do anything to you at this point.

“You’re so tight, Y/N” He mumbled, making you clench around him “Do you have any idea?”

You shook your head, even though you know he wasn’t actually asking you. You could finally feel the pressure build up, you’d been so frustrated since hours, wanting nothing more than this and the knot inside you was uncoiling.

“M-More…”

“You’re such a brat, this isn’t enough for you, is it? What’s next, you want me to fuck you right here, where anybody can walk in?” He growled.

“Hyuunjin…” You moaned, at his teasing, at his words, at how badly you wanted him inside you. You tugged at his long strands of hair, pulling him closer and he let out a groan at the feeling.

“You’re so fucking needy” He spoke, kissing you, and you could hear how wet you were by how fast his fingers pulled in and out of you.

“Faster…I’m so close” You panted, feeling everything inside you build up and Hyunjin listened to you, increasing his pace, fingering you at an insane speed, his fingers curling inside you so well.

“Don’t stop… I’m so close fuck, don’t fucking stop” You mumbled, your eyes closing as his thumb rubbed against you simultaneously.

“Look at me” He said “Open your eyes Y/N, and look at me when you come”

You nodded, opening your eyes to look at him, at the way he was looking at you, and you felt your orgasm approaching so you instantly moved forward to kiss him. He kissed you back, and just then, you felt everything inside you explode, the knot uncoiling and you let out a loud moan, into his mouth. You came with repeated moans of his name and incorrigible words, and he helped you ride out your high, kissing your neck, his fingers still inside you as your thighs trembled.

You swore you were seeing stars. You felt like you could pass out.

Noticing the obvious bulge in his jeans, you weakly asked “What about you?”

He let out a laugh “I can take care of myself, Y/N”

»»————-

Today

You groaned, holding your head in your hands as you stared at Hyunjin’s message. Everything about last night had just come back to you, what happened with Yeji and Minho, Wooyoung and Hyunjin…of course.

You could remember every detail again…of how needy you were for him, of how amazing he’d made you feel…

Flashes of memories after what took place in the washroom ran through you. You remember grabbing a half empty bottle of vodka and challenging Hyunjin that you could finish it by yourself. You remembered how disappointed he was that you were drinking again, and how he kept mumbling that he needed to take you to Han’s place because he didn’t trust you to be by yourself.

Why did you do something so stupid?

Clearly that last bottle of vodka was one too many, and you’d given yourself a horrible blackout.

You stared at Hyunjin’s text again and again, the memories of last night searing through you, wondering what the fuck you would say to him now.

»»————-

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dutifully yours. [01]

Attached to the could’ve been’s of a promised happily ever after with the Crown Prince disguised under a scheme for power and greed, you are torn between choosing your happiness — or abandoning it to fulfill your duty as the future Queen.

→ unedited bcos i’m brave lazy. implied patriarchy. angst in future chapters. pure romance and fluff for now. royalty au. eventual smut. prince naoya !! i love him sm i could cry. this fic will break me, okay. naoya is close to canon but with my twist if that makes sense. drama in future chapters. oh and listen to this while reading <3

→ massive shoutout to my besties for always hyping me and helping me uwu, i present this token of prince naoya being an ideal husband okay cry cry i love him sm im crying. anyways pls enjoy bcos i poured my heart out to this and bcos i want more people in the naoya fucker club :>

one | next (to be posted)

Ever since the day your mother taught you how to read, you’ve had your nose buried in a book. Losing yourself in different worlds, swooning over fictional princes, and fantasizing for a love story ripped out of fairytale itself with such burning, passionate romance – you’d been through it all, dreamt of it all. And yet, you struggled to stop yourself from tugging at your dress.

The tight corset hadn’t even been the main focus of your worries, and neither was the heavy rivière resting on your collarbones.

“Would you stop fidgeting?” Beside you, your mother pursed her lips, fingers decorated with jewels stopping in their movements of fanning herself. The temperature hadn’t been particularly high inside the limousine that evening. You supposed it was the mere sight of you tugging and gulping audibly every now and then, gloved hands running over the hems of your collar.

You ducked your head down. “Sorry, Mother. I can’t help it.”

“Dear, your anxiety is written all over your face,” she sighed, turning your face to her as she cupped your cheeks. Smiling tenderly like a mother always did, your heart felt soothed even by the slightest bit. You wished she could keep holding you like this – like you were a fragile flower she was afraid of breaking; a fragile flower that needed more care handled than most. Tonight, however, you felt a hundred years older. Like you’d accidentally clicked on fast forward and got launched to the future. A future that seemed so unclear yet so...perfect. So right.

“How would the Prince fancy you if you’re sweating bullets like that? It’s not a good look for a marquess’ daughter.”

At the mention of the Crown Prince, your heart sank again. “My apologies, Mother. I’m just rather nervous. It’s the Crown Prince we’re talking about here.”

“He is quite the looker, isn’t he?” she giggled behind her fan, “Strong and handsome, as well.”

“My ladies. You are not fantasizing over the Crown Prince in my presence, are you?”

Crossing her leg over the other, your mother leaned forwards, elbows on her knees as she winked at your father. The marquess had his torso half twisted from the passenger seat, glaring playfully at your mother’s unabashed features. “It is of no seriousness, My Lord. I’m simply easing your daughter’s nerves.”

Your father sighed in worry. “What’s got you so worked up, child? You are beautiful. The Prince would be blind to not notice you.”

Each fibre in your body screamed in desperation for your father to be right. Tonight was not just any other night – the entire Kingdom, including noblewomen, foreign royals, and unwed daughters from honourable families had been invited to the Zen’in Castle for one purpose only: to find his Crown Prince a suitable wife, one that would be fit to be the next Queen as well. As the daughter of the marquess, you’d naturally received the invitation. It felt just like yesterday when the mail arrived and you’d cheered so much in joy the chickens went flying out of their coops, your horses galloping and whinnying at surprise, and now you here – minutes away from the palace where you were soon to be deemed worthy or unworthy to be beside His Highness.

With a shaky smile, you dug your nails into your thighs. “Well, we’ve only met once, Father. I doubt the Prince would remember me.”

“Just smile, darling. You will do great.”

To no one’s surprise, the Zen’in Castle brimmed with people and esteemed guests. Men and women danced with one another as muted chatters and chuckles blended in with the grand royal orchestra, everyone dressed to the nines and making you feel completely out of place.

The moment you’d been welcomed by the knights and led to the palace doors, your dress began to feel tighter than usual, your ribs clenching uncomfortably from the pressure. Your hands had not stopped trembling either, not even when you hid it behind your back and nodded at the people passing by. There were governor-generals, dukes, earls, professors and royal advisors and even families of the royal family’s inner circle of knights. Everyone looked like they belonged here. Chatting amongst one another over the finest of wines or discussing conspiracies on where the Kingdom of Zen’in would be in the next sixty years of the future King’s reign, no one here seemed to be out of place.

Everyone except you.

A warm hand was suddenly placed on the small of your back, making you gasp. Your mother’s smile was nothing short of warm as she held you close to her one last time, leaving a kiss on your forehead. You didn’t even realize how much you shook until she clasped her hands with yours. “Calm down, dear,” she reminded, “You’ll be on your own now. This is where we leave you since we’re not supposed to mingle with potential princesses.”

“Mother!” Your eyes widened in embarrassment. Looking around frantically, you bit your lip in fear someone must’ve heard.

Of course, while it would be no surprise most guests – if not all – hoped that their daughter would be the Crown Prince’s chosen fiancée, it still felt wrong to boldly assume such when you could barely keep up with the events of tonight.

However, your mother merely laughed. “I am proud of you, dear. Never forget that. It doesn’t matter whether you are chosen or not. We’re only here for formality and respect to the King and Queen’s demands.”

“You say that as if the Crown Prince really would not bother with me.”

“We didn’t mean that,” your father cut in, a flute of champagne already nested between his calloused fingers. Ever since you arrived, he’d been snatched away by fellow earls and barons, disappearing into the crowd for a ‘hearty conversation over one’s lands.’ You knew better than that, though. That statement always translated to which leader got to have more chances to wine and dine with the King, to which your family was ridiculously reminded of that you’d been stationed to the most faraway land where even hearing news from the royal papers was but a privilege.

“Just be yourself, alright? And enjoy the party. It’s about time you met with girls your own age and made some friends.”

“I – Father, wait!”

A slender young woman slithered to your side out of nowhere, her golden brown eyes following the silhouettes of your parents. It wasn’t long before they completely disappeared. Left alone with the stunning woman that was – for some reason – dressed in a plain black curve hugging dress too modest for tonight’s appropriateness, you took three steps away in caution. “You must be from way up North,” she noted, her head to the tipped to the side. “I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

God, was she beautiful. Long, thick eyelashes and short hair chopped in messy yet elegant curves, you struggled to hold her gaze. “Oh, yes, I come from the Terratian Borders. My family is stationed there under His Majesty’s orders.”

She hummed to herself. “The Terratian Borders are mostly forests and fields, no? The last time my family and I visited there, I came across the loveliest dandelions I’ve ever laid eyes on. Shame they died on the way back,” offering her hand – again, bare and empty with decorations yet still littered with faint scars and cuts – she beamed at you. “I’m Mai, by the way. Mai Zen’in.”

Zen’in?

Hands cupping your mouth, you bowed deep until your back ached. “Lady Mai!” you shut your eyes closed, unable to live with the shame. Mai Zen’in; one of the iconic twin pair from the extended Zen’in royal family, both a fashion icon and a legend for being a rumoured female knight. To have her in your presence was an honour. “My apologies for not recognizing you any sooner, Lady Mai!”

“Stand up, I’m not a royal,” she sniggered, “We’re just relatives of the actual monarch, but don’t let the family name fool you. The Crown Prince barely even acknowledges us being of the same blood.”

Albeit hesitant, you followed her gestures of making you stand up. You straightened your back and cleared your throat, fighting the urge to go haywire the moment his name was brought into the conversation. Not only would you be seeing Prince Naoya again in real life for the first time in years, but you’d also made acquaintances with his distant niece. However, his name was spoken with malice.

Frowning, you faced Lady Mai in all seriousness. “Prince Naoya? Why so?” Lady Mai looked at you like you’d grown two heads.

“He’s an ass, that’s why.”

“I-I don’t think he is,” you defended, “The Prince has been nothing but kind to me.”

“I didn’t know he was capable of kindness,” she muttered more so under her breath, low enough you were unsure whether you were supposed to hear it in the first place. Lady Mai then shook her head to herself before stealing a flute from a waiter passing by. Chucking it your way, her face turned dark and grim. “Take it as free advice: stay as far away from his as possible. The Crown Prince is nothing but good news.”

“Is it because he has lots of lovers?” you inquired with a small voice, “Uhm – well – It was an assumption. With a title and handsomeness like that, it would make sense everyone would want to be the Crown Prince’s lover.”

Lady Mai’s lip curled upwards. “Prince Naoya won’t bother with lovers. He is too occupied for that.”

“So I’ve heard.”

“Heard from whom?”

“The Royal Declaration from His Majesty himself,” you said, “Was it not the purpose of this ball? To find worthy candidates to be the Crown Prince’s betrothed? His coronation is coming soon.”

“Right. I forgot today was technically a bridal market,” she scratched the edge of her brow, falling silent for a moment. Her eyes scanned the lively crowd for a brief moment – watching with you as everyone laughed and danced to their heart’s content – the grand final event of the routine personal dance with the Crown Prince himself slowly approaching to reality. “You are joining in the festivities, are you not? Later, when he arrives, he shall meet you.”

“I am obligated to as a noble bachelorette, though I doubt His Highness would even look my way. There are far richer noblewomen here and even daughters of duke that would be perfect as his wife. ”

“You may have a point for that,” she hummed to herself, unaware that her agreement to the Crown Prince not paying attention to you left a sting both in your ego and heart. Not that it lasted long, for Lady Mai was already tugged on the arm by another equally fiercely beautiful woman – her older twin, Maki Zen’in. Soon to be governon-general of the Kingdom.

Lady Mai smiled in apology. “I need to go now since I’m not a part of this event. But hey, if ever I come around to visit the Borders again, perhaps you could entertain me?”

“I would be honoured to, Lady Mai.”

“You are sweet and innocent,” it was her sister who spoke this time, glasses perched high on her nose that concealed the wariness of her gaze. “I hope the Crown Prince never gets to your routine.”

“I’m sorry?”

“It’s nothing; she was talking to herself. Maki does that a lot,” Lady Mai’s forced chuckles were barely heard from the music. “You enjoy the party now. Don’t drink too much lest you want to embarrass yourself in everyone’s eyes and be talk of the Kingdom. Prince Naoya would hate it if you took the attention away from him.”

“Oh, uhm...”

“It’s a joke, Lady Y/N. Relax.”

You bowed once more. “My apologies.”

“The dance is about to begin,” Maki tapped on your shoulder, making you look up right where her eyes zeroed in. And exactly in the middle of the grandiose hall, under the sparkling golden chandeliers where he made all the gold in the world look incomparable next to him, the Crown Prince stood in his fully glory. Blond hair with the ends stained of midnight gelled back to reveal his forehead, the Crown Prince’s beauty never failed to shine. Whether it be in the papers, in the tabloids, in the billboards that you passed on the way to the city, or from way back when you met him for the first time as a naive, innocent teen – Crown Prince Naoya came straight out of a magazine cover.

In the back of your head, you could hear either of the twins murmuring good luck. Maybe both of them had said it – you had no idea. All of your attention, all the sensibility and coherence of your state had been switched the next instant, as if your heart and soul was born for the sole purpose of being bewitched by your Crown Prince.

And as if feeling someone’s gaze on him, the Crown Prince’s eyes trailed over the crowd. Almost boredly, his sharp eyes bounced from one giggling woman to another, the ends of his lips smirking upwards for just the tiniest bit. It must’ve stroked his ego. Until his eyes connected with yours. The Crown Prince’s eyebrows knitted together. You had no idea how you looked in that moment, and quite frankly, you didn’t care. Because the Crown Prince was looking at you, and you were looking at him with hearts in your eyes along with your heart pulsing at the tip of your tongue.

“Let us begin,” his lips moved from the distance, “Play the music. I shall dance with my bride.”

The air shifted in a split second. Murmurs were thrown over the room, women and men alike turning pale. Even the orchestra was stunned from the Crown Prince’s entrance – and it hadn’t even been dramatic to his standards – yet the whole castle fell mum from just a few of his words. A few seconds later, the crowd recomposed itself, and the strings began to dance along with its bows.

You are pushed into the crowd. Nearly colliding into the arms of another, you quietly thank the masked man who was to be your first partner of the night.

All the men joining the dance floor dressed with the intention of making the Crown Prince shine. Prince Naoya stood out from the throng of white as per the colour code, his blood red uniform as both Prince with the  golden crest of the military leader pinned to his right breast. The other men meant to be filler partners until all the potential brides got to their designated three minutes with the Prince were all dressed in black, faces covered behind a plain black mask. None were allowed to talk. None were allowed to utter even a word, and so your partner pursed his lips in displeasure at your apology.

Whatever. You just had to wait a few more rounds before the song finished and transitioned into a new one; the song where you’d been informed would be your time alone with the Prince.

You’d been so lost in your head you barely breathed the entire dance. From partner to partner, you blanked. Your heart drummed so wildly in its cage it begged to come out, and strings of apologies were let out each time your masked partners grimaced for a brief second when their hands came in contact with your sweaty ones. Around you, all the lovely women smiled and danced graciously, mouths moving in unreadable conversations shared with the Crown Prince. Not once did you look at the six partners you’ve danced with. Not once did you worry about tripping on your own feet. Not once did you care that some of the masked men held you a little too roughly for your comfort. Your entire reason for existing in that moment was to witness the Crown Prince himself, mirroring his frown that got deeper and deeper with each woman retreating to the sea of people he’d rejected.

Not once did you even think about being one of them – the girls who’ve ducked their heads down as their parents comforted them over not being the chosen one, of bringing ‘dishonour’ to their families that the mighty Crown Prince had deemed them unworthy. Tears streamed down their faces until black ink followed afterwards, lips trembling from silent sobs.

Despite their broken prides – although there was that minority who simply sighed in relief after returning to their own families – no one would dare interrupt the Crown Prince’s dances.

All of these thoughts crossed your mind too late and at the exact time your masked partner pulled away from you, body half bent in a bow with his arm outstretched to the side. Following where he was gesturing at, your eyes met the Crown Prince’s tall and lean stature, a few blond fringes now fallen from his movements.

Even though a thin layer of sweat shone from his face, Prince Naoya remained ethereal.

And like a snake charmed by the musician’s seductive tone, your feet moved on its own. Fingers stretching until it met with the Crown Prince’s large and warm ones, you were now in front of him. With him. Holding him, touching him, meeting him eye for eye and realizing – gold. His eyes burned a deep shade of gold, elegantly rich and heartbreakingly stunning your heart ached.

Before you knew it, your hands began to tremble, feeling as if your body had been corded into a corset three sizes smaller. You could not breathe, and the Crown Prince took notice.

“You are stiff. Do I make you uncomfortable?” Good Saint. If only possible, you would’ve closed your eyes and basked in the deep warmth of his voice. It reverberated from deep within, breathed out with an air of natural authority and profound confidence it made your knees weak. As if sensing his effect on you (though for the wrong reasons, it seemed), Prince Naoya hummed to himself. “This routine shall last for a few minutes before I can let you go, I’m afraid.”

You instantly realized the implications of your silence. “N-not at all, Your Highness! I am honoured to be dancing with you.”

“There is no honour in a choreographed dance. Everyone will dance with me. It’s nothing special.”

Your heart fell. Prince Naoya not only sounded dejected, but detached as well. As if he found no pleasure or specialty in this event, at a time where he had every opportunity to meet his lover, and that this ball was merely a task to be checked off in his already long list of responsibilities. It wasn’t disappointment, per se, but rather melancholy that left a bitter taste in your mouth. Not because Prince Naoya held little to no regards for something you treasured, but because he sounded terribly alone. Like he was simply waiting for it to end out of discomfort.

“It’s special to me, Your Highness,” you blurted out faster than you could stop yourself. For a moment, you feared you may have offended him, but the Crown Prince only laughs.

And when he did – saint, when he laughed – his eyes crinkled into half moons, pearly whites flashing against the bright lights and his whole chest shook with amusement.

You’d never seen him smile this way before.

Prince Naoya’s laughter didn’t cease. Around you, your gut instincts told that people were now beginning to look; the Crown Prince’s deep rumbles of laughter sounded exquisitely like music as well, after all. “ Is it special to you because you are now dancing and within the Crown Prince’s proximity? As much as I presume how exhilarating it might be for those who mostly see me in the papers and in the tabloids, I assure you, dancing with your Prince is not an honour. Especially when you are all sent the invitations based on your status and not your worthy traits.”

“It’s special to me,” you mumbled, growing shy all of a sudden when the Crown Prince nodded at you to continue. “Because...because it reminds me of the first time we met.”

The Crown Prince hummed in amusement.

“We have met before?”

“Yes, Your Highness. I’m from the Terratian Borders – my father is a loyal servant of His Majesty. You visited the borders when you were eighteen and I was sixteen. Do you remember it, Your Highness? You stormed in my private library.”

Indeed, the young barely-out-of-his-teens Crown Prince barged into your home’s library years ago. You were not previously informed he and his parents would be visiting since they arrived wordlessly, so you were stuck in your chambers as usual, killing time if not for sleeping and tending to the animals. Perched on a ladder, you attempted to reach for a book on the upper shelf when your foot slipped beneath you. At the age of sixteen, you were dramatic enough to say your life flashed before your eyes. You would’ve screamed then had strong arms not appeared out of nowhere, the Crown Prince staring at you with wide, golden eyes as they were now, his breathy rasped as he asked, are you okay, my lady?

The mere recollection of that fateful memory had your cheeks warming in delight. “You were so charming and heroic back then. Even when I had no idea you were a royal, I would have still believed you to be princely,” you said rather absentmindedly, blinking once then twice at your words. “Of course, it’s understandable if you do not remember, Your Highness!”

“My apologies. I do not remember, though Terratia is a wonderful place. Such a shame I was not informed beforehand they had a lovely daughter.”

“Thank you, Your Highness,” you cheered back, cheeks and jaw beginning to ache from how wide you were smiling. But could anyone blame you? You felt absolutely silly that you were a breath away from passing out minutes ago, and now here you were, dancing with the Crown Prince and sharing memories with him like it was a daily occurrence. The words it’s true love when you feel at peace with them suddenly rang back at your head from that latest romance novel you read, and you turned away, hoping the Crown Prince would not read your thoughts to your face. However, Prince Naoya’s lips pursed into a thin line, all traces of humour now disappeared. “I’m sorry – should I not have laughed?”

“No, I don’t mind,” he mused with his jaw locked tight, “I just haven’t seen anyone react that way before.”

“Like what?”

“Like my words meant the entire universe to them. I may dare even say you look terribly in love, though I cannot blame you on that one, can I?”

Prince Naoya shook his head the minute the words left his mouth. Forcing himself to believe it couldn’t be real, perhaps, you truly did not know anymore. Your only plan for tonight was to see the Crown Prince and get to live out your dream of seeing him once more even for just a brief moment before you travelled back home while he married another, and yet – “Your Highness, I’m in love with you. I have always been since the day we met.”

You could no longer stop the words. The voice at the back of your head begged you to shut up and not cause a scene, that your time had passed up and people were staring, yet you remained in his arms no matter how much you wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole.

“Please do not misunderstand me, Your Highness. I did not come here to attempt to steal your heart and be your wife, though I will admit I have dreamt of meeting you again for so many moons. I...I only want to tell you this. That I love you and even though it was a brief moment, I think the love I’ve always read about felt real and possible for the first time in my life,” chuckling nervously, you gather to courage to face him, adoration shining for the Crown Prince stood shock still before you, however stunned he may be. “I love you, Your Highness. I love you. And to whoever lucky woman you choose to be your betrothed, I hope she takes care of you and showers you with all the affection you are deserving of. You would make a great King. So God help his Crown Prince, and may you lead us all into a better world.”

Prince Naoya did not budge a muscle. His eyes remained hard on yours, breath warm as his nostrils fumed. With each passing second that he did not speak, you grew restless and tugged your arm away from his hold with a disgraceful smile.

You’d truly crossed your line. The repercussions to be faced for this impoliteness would destroy your family’s honour. You had to leave. “Your Highness? The song has changed. It’s time to let go—”

The Crown Prince inched close enough until his hair tickled your cheeks, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine as he pulled you close, close enough that your lower bodies touched. Skin ablaze with heat, you dared not move an inch. “Do you mean it?” he demanded lowly, his fingers ghosting over your wrist to hold you in place. “Do you truly love me? Not for what I have, not for who I was born to be, but me as a person itself?”

Closing your eyes to shudder in a deep breath, you exhaled. “Of course, Your Highness. Even if you were not born as a Prince, I’m sure I would’ve still loved you in a different universe.”

“But I do not know you.”

“We don’t have to know each other, Your Highness, and we never will. Once you let me go, I’ll return to the shadows where I belong, and I will continue supporting you until the day of your coronation.”

“And if I refuse to let you go?” he clicked his tongue, “What will you do then?”

The Crown Prince’s spicy perfume must be an aphrodisiac or hypnotizer of sorts. Everything he did messed with your mind that it was too late – the music had stopped and people were no longer drinking or chatting. Everyone’s eyes were on you and the Crown Prince. You could only imagine how controversial this position must be; with his lips trailing dangerously close to that sensitive spot in your neck where you nearly moaned. You really needed to leave.

“P-people are looking, Your Highness. You do not want this affair with someone you won’t choose—”

“Who said I won’t choose you?” Finally, he pulled away. But Prince Naoya never once tore his gaze away from yours, nor did he allow you to look at anyone but him as he caresses your jaw so light and feathery you wondered if he was truly there.“Who said I haven’t laid my eyes on you the moment you walked in here? This ball is for naught because of you, Lady Y/N. I’ve already made my choice, and you helped me confirm it as soon as you danced with me.”

“Your Highness...”

“Look at me,” he ordered, your eyes flitting from his pinkish lips to his sharp nose and then to his fox-like gaze. Only this time, Prince Naoya was no longer harsh. “Don’t be scared.”

“But they’re looking.”

“You are with me, of course they’ll look,” he teased, “They wish to be you right now. But ignore them and dance one more time with me.”

It wasn’t like you had a choice, but did it matter? One nod from him was all it took before the orchestra fumbled back to their spots and a new song played, Ode of Moonlight Lovers, and the Crown Prince was guiding you back to where he had originally danced with you.

From the corners of your eyes, you caught a glimpse of your parents with their mouths gaped open; your father looking like he was on the verge of passing out. However, you felt nothing but joy, nothing but the adrenaline pumping through your veins as he danced and twirled you in his arms. When the music stopped and you were both panting for air with silly smiles on your face, it dawned on you that you were with the Prince. No, rather, it was only you and the Prince alone. Even in the sea of people whose faces began to blur, he prevailed crystal clear.

You could recognize him anywhere, find him everywhere.

Prince Naoya stepped impossibly closer until your chests touched, hearts beating as one. Cupping your jaw, he was near enough that he swallowed all your shaky breaths with a small, teasing smile like you both shared a secret the entire world could not know.

“Do I still make you nervous?”

Laughing, you nodded. “Yes, Your Highness. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“It’s beloved now,” he corrected, face inching closer and closer to a point you could count the number of his lower lashes. “And what do lovers do to seal their union?”

“M-Marriage?”

“Close, but this is much better.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would have a love story ripped out straight from a fairytale, you would’ve laughed at their faces. You were no Cinderella, nor were you a goddess of beauty that could’ve possibly caught the Crown Prince’s eye. Yet, his soft lips were on yours, kissing you with as much passion you could only dream of that you cried.

Strong hands guiding the back of your waist, Prince Naoya dipped you lower to the ground – the grand of finish of his dance. He had chosen his bride.

The crowd cheered and rejoiced all around you, making you smile into the kiss. Fisting his collar to bring him closer to yours, your mouth burst into metaphorical fireworks as soon as his tongue mingled with yours for an experimental taste. He was bitter yet sweet; expensive wine resting on his tongue, yet a delicate vanilla sat heavily on his soft lips that molded with yours. It was a taste you could spend forever being addicted on. And you were crying, crying so much your chest ached and the Prince’s cheeks grew damp from yours. You’d dreamt of this for so long, too long now.

Prince Naoya slowly pulled you away, his thumb wiping the tears away from the pads of your cheeks with tenderness in his touch. However, the Prince was not satisfied. The crowd whooped as he leant down to kiss your forehead. “You are mine now, my princess.”

Looping his hands with yours, the Crown Prince led you out of the castle. The crowd parted naturally to make way for the new couple, and you were left staring at his broad back and the tuft of blond hair where you’d soon find out how soft it would be. Sending one last glance to your crying parents, you waved goodbye. You had no idea where the Crown Prince would take you but you were already bunching your dress up, heart completely filled with trust you did not question it. What mattered tonight and for the rest of your life was that it felt right. That it was him – your beloved Prince Naoya Zen’in and soon to be husband – that you’d follow through the moon and back.

[missmorosis]

here’s our bus route map for my bus ride! (masterlist!)

here’s the original event post :)

HI EVERYONE!! i just wanted to thank you all for your participation BECAUSE AAAAAA YOU GUYS DELIVERED AND UGH I WAS LITERALLY SO WORRIED NOBODY WAS GONNA WRITE ANYTHING BUTSJFLKFASDF

ALL OF YOU ARE SO TALENTED OKAY??? LIKE BYE I WAS BLOWN AWAY

I WAS SO EXCITED FOR THIS EVENT HEHEHE I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO SO MUCH!! AND THE FACT THAT YOU SPENT TIME ON THIS EVENT 😭😭MWAH MWAHH

THANK YOU AGAIN FOR 400!! MUCH LOVE AND HUGS AND KISSES :D

ALSO SORRY AHHA THIS WAS POSTED SO LATE

WE IGNORE HOW IT’S PHYSICALLY IMPOSSIBLE TO GET FROM LA TO LONDON VIA BUS JKDFJKFJK

here’s how i formatted it!

title- author’s @!

pairing genre warnings word count their summary that they made

-> my review!

let’s take a look at our map...

starting from LA, heading to bilbao! we’ll stop along the bus stops on our way! 

and yes im aware that the route is going in a weird, illogical way if bilbao is our last stop, shush i wasnt thinking when i made bilbao our last city KJDFJKS

masterlist under the cut!!

now arriving at... los angeles, California!

-> write an AU!! the AU can be literally anything: royalty AU? road trip AU? GO FOR IT!! just as long as it’s not in the canon era hehehe

first stop... “something only the stars know” - @luvoratomi​ 

pairing: suna rintarou x gn!reader genre: secret relationship au, royal au, crown prince!suna, knight!reader, established relationship, fluff, angst  word count: 544 their summary: in which you and crown prince, suna rintarou, find comfort in each other’s arms underneath the moonlight, where only the stars are witnesses of your love.

-> my review: um. nayru. OKAY IM CONSTANTLY BLOWN AWAY BY YOUR TALENT AND THIS IS NO EXCEPTION. i dont even KNOW who rintarou is but im in love with him. ALSO I DONT THINK IVE EVER READ A ROYAL AU BUT KLASDFJ THIS WAS SO?? WELL?? WRITTEN?? ive reread it at LEAST 5 times.   

next stop... an untitled zombie au from @eunoianthia

pairing: yamaguchi tadashi x female!reader genre: zombie au, angst :) warnings: a lot of angst, death, a bit of gore? word count: 1.1k their summary: going to Los Angeles was a dream, and you were finally achieving it. It’s like a dream come true, going to Los Angeles and your boyfriend tagging along? What could go wrong?

-> my review: OKAY WAIT THIS IS THE FIRST ZOMBIE AU IVE EVER READ. like EVER. AND WHAT I DIDNT EXPECT IT TO HURT THIS MUCH. i- the ending- PLEASE I- i dont even know what to say. how COULD YOU.

now arriving at... 3:38 am from @arquitecturadelanada​​

pairing: zuko x fem!reader genre: roommates au, i would say fluff! warnings: none! word count: 1.1k their summary: As sokka’s best man zuko has to write a heartfelt speech for the wedding day, the only issue? he doesn’t believe in love, but maybe his roommate can change his perception on the matter.

-> my review: so youre saying this whole time youve been supporting my writing when YOU WRITE BETTER THAN I DO?? ugh you’re so talented this isn’t funny, and this fic ALMOST MAKES ME WANT TO BECOME AN ATLA BLOG AGAIN BAHHA- “he noticed he was considerably less stressed just by hearing his roommate’s voice” IM GONNA CRY​​

last stop... “what are the odds” from @hikariakaashi​ 

pairing: kuroo x fem!reader genre: roommates au, i would say fluff! warnings: none! word count: 3.2k their summary: it was an act of desperation, to say the least, downloading the app lev recommended for him. but he was in dire need of a wedding date. so when kuroo opened up the brightly colored app titled rent a girlfriend, he knew he was in for an interesting evening.

-> my review: so uh 1) i remember writing a review for this and i have no idea where it went IM SO SORRY DSKJFJ and 2) i would do anything for kuroo to be my bf even if it was just my job 😩😩 and 3) um ??? YOURE SO TALENTED?? MISS MA’AM??

now arriving at... london, england!

-> breakup fic time </3 you can make it an angsty breakup, or a fluffy exes to lovers!

first stop... “i love(d) you”- @floralkawa​

pairing: tsukishima x reader! genre: angst! warnings: none! word count: 300 their summary: one where tsukishima never showed his love. making it onesided, leading poor f/n on in a bitter relationship. of course, no one can handle it forever, can they ?

-> my review: this is the reason why i dont like angst. i felt this IN MY HEART, OKAY? NOELLE YOU LIED & SAID YOU COULDN’T WRITE FEELINGS. i hate it I HATE IT I HATE IT. but ugh youre talented enough to pull anything off and your angst is PROBABLY the only ones ill read willingly :( 

next stop... “i should have seen the signs”- @kirishimas-manly-eyeliner

pairing: oikawa x reader! genre: angst! warnings: none! word count: 2k their summary: going to the city of love and london was supposed to be an exhilarating vacation after a long week of exams. as it seems, love is fake and so is toru oikawa.

-> my review: um. this kinda hurted me tho. how am i even allowed to be friends with you like ?? miss ma’am? YOURE SO TALENTED??? i hate angst and ill say it again: I HATE ANGST. IT HURTS IT HUUUURRTSS. OIKAWA MY BABY WOULD NEVER DO THAT BUT HE DID. I CANSTEALK I CANT DEAL WITH THIS 

now arriving at... berlin, germany!

first stop... “Spring Chills”- @wesokkasimp

pairing: oikawa x reader! genre: fluff! warnings: none! word count: 447 their summary: you and Oikawa go for a walk on a chilly spring day. beware: banter ahead

-> my review: 😐😑😐 my heart wasn’t prepared for this. AND!! I BET Y/N LOOKED GREAT IN THAT TANK TOP; OIKAWA BETTER HAVE GIVEN HIS JACKET TO HER AFTERWARDS. jacket + tank top = cute outfit smh

next up... “warm and fuzzy”- @oikawaplssteponme​

pairing: kuroo x reader! genre:  fluff, a hint of angst, childhood friends to lovers, ‘boy next door’ warnings: one swear word, kuroo calls the reader ‘pretty’ however no gender pronouns are used, mini make out word count: 1.4k their summary: n/a but a quote: "The lights in your room were dim. Their golden-yellow tone shone above you, though you paid little attention to what was going on inside your room. You were much more interested in what was happening outside.”

-> my review: wait this actually reminds me of me and my front door neighbor GOODBYE AKLSJDF I MISS HIM :( ANYWAYS BAHHAHA- see you never miss 😐 i think awkward tetsu is underrated BYEALKSF THIS WAS SO CUTE I CANTASEKL

last stop... “ice cold”- @kyotarou​

pairing: tsukishima x reader genre:  fluff! warnings: bit of fanon tsukki, mutual pining, smidge of angst, fluff word count: 700+ their summary: n/a but a quote: “Asshole was the best word to describe Tsukishima Kei. He was an asshole to his peers, and it didn’t change towards you, his best friend.”

-> my review: mY TSUKISHIMA HEART OMG- okay OKAY I THOUGHT I GREW OUT OF MY LOVE FOR HIM BUT ITS ALL COMING BACK ASLKJFDL- oh to share a jacket and be vulnerable with tsukishima ✋😩 once again bestie youre so talented it isnt funny

now arriving at... bilbao, spain!

our only stop in this city... "break-in”- @kohi-zeri​​

pairing: iwazumi x reader! genre:  fluff!! warnings: mentions of food and common illnesses, use of “darling” and “brat” word count: 1.4k their summary: n/a but a quote: “there’s something so… infuriating about having a migraine. especially when it’s uncalled for.”

-> my review: i cant express to you how much i love sickfics. like JLSDFLJKFSALJ SADFL I CANT- ALSO I READ THIS FOR THE FIRST TIME WHEN I HAD THE WORST HEADACHE SO WHENEVER MY HEAD HURTS I COME REREAD THIS BAHAHHA-

here’s what some of our passengers are saying...

one passenger says “Wait. Stand right there, I want to take a picture of you.”

“pretty petals, pretty pictures”- @shxyo-sho​​​

pairing: iwazumi x reader! genre: fluff, mutual pining, just two best friends crushing on each other warnings: none! word count: 590 their summary: If you could describe your best friend, Kiyoko, in one word; what would it be? I would pick the word, flawless.

-> my review: repeat after me: kiyoko is a queen. and YOU DO HER JUSTICE I ASFDLKJ PLEASE- in all honesty i would be blushing if kiyoko said a word to me too- y/n you arent alone ✋😩

another passenger asks “Why aren’t you asleep?”

"night owl”- @atlabeth​​​​

pairing: sokka x reader! genre: fluff! warnings: stress over school and one (1) curse, but other than that it’s pure fluff word count: 907 their summary: If you could describe your best friend, Kiyoko, in one word; what would it be? I would pick the word, flawless.

-> my review: alright this isnt fair where is my irl sokka 😐 YOURE BRINGING ME BACK INTO MY ATLA DAYSDF LKSJA- not complaining tho I LOVE SOKKA SO MUCH. and “But for a “fairly smart person”, you made a lot of bad decisions.” THATS TOO RELATABLE STOP IT RIGHT NOW SFKDJK

HEHEHEHEH THANK YOU AGAIN!! SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG GOOD BYE

[maxmagi]

A List of My OTPs

because it's 11 and I can't sleep.

Enjolras x Grantaire a.k.a. Enjoltaire a.k.a. ExR- Les Mis

How I fell into this I don't remember now. I vaguely remember reading a crackfic of this and then everything just went sideways.

This was also the fandom that helped me realize that I wasn't exactly straight and that it's okay to not be loud about my sexuality, that I can just be.

I think that explains my attachment to this ship, not to mention just the movie's Grantaire (played by George Blagden) also shipped the characters and played his character like how he thought it should be, Grantaire loving and pining after Enjolras without the revolutionary knowing it.

Except in the fan fics, Enjolras returns his feelings and they work it out, even though it's not easy because they're both stubborn as mules. Ah, ultimate fantasy I guess. And the number of great fics here, *whistle*

Also, the Les Amis? Is amazing? Especially in the modern AUs? Like they're great friends? I love this fandom so much! Permets-tu!

Shen Wei x Zhao Yunlan - Guardian / Zhen Hun

C'mon, Zhu Yilong & Bai Yu's performance and emotions? Plus just the fact the fanfic writers of this ship are absolutely amazing? Please, escape from this pairing is impossible!

Best opposites attract trope for me. An academic by day, superhero by night in love with a roguish police chief who has no powers but whose charisma, wit, and heart can get him to toe to toe with the legends.

Also, Professor Shen Wei constantly acting like an innocent civilian and lying badly? Gold!

Loki x Tony Stark a.k.a. FrostIron - Avengers

How did I honestly get to this ship? I really can't remember what started it all. I think it must have been a Loki redemption fic where Tony Stark and Pepper broke up and something something happened. Let me tell you, the writers of this ship have written sagas and ballads of epic and sometimes confusing proportions, and that is why I fell deeper into the pit. I mean, they gotta give justice to two brilliant but chaotic characters, right? Angst. This ship has sooooooooo much angst.

Eiji x Ash - Banana Fish

My god, if you want to keep your heart intact and not be reminded of all that's ugly in the world, DON'T WATCH OR READ BANANA FISH. YOUR HEART WILL NEVER HEAL!

If you're gonna watch/read it anyway, make sure to watch something fluffy and sweet after. There's a reason that people from this fandom go, "If you've seen Banana Fish's ending, then you can handle whatever angsty show you're watching now." ~ or something to that effect. Another thing we like to say in this fandom is, "Other fandoms: Let's write a Mafia AU! Banana Fish fandom: We are the Mafia AU." Yes, all of us in this fandom is dramatic af.

Yuuri x Viktor - Yuuri!!! on Ice

Uh, does this really need an explanation? Aside from the fact that you will surprisingly find a lot of Mafia AUs here because we all know that hiding behind that beautiful face of Viktor Nikiforov is a devil capable of... tearing down your self-confidence, like WTF Viktor, don't make Yuuri cry! Also, their dance together at the end, such beautiful love.

Magnus Bane x Alec Lightwood aka Malec - Shadowhunters

I never read the books and have no plans to in the near future. I just saw a video on Youtube about why Malec is life and now here I am, still reading some Malec fics from time to time.

Some stuff on the show were WTF but overall they were a really good couple who supported each other. Plus, they're a Power Couple.

Erwin x Levi aka Eruri - Attack on Titan / Shingeki no Kyojin

Not to be confused with Ereri, which is Eren x Levi, which I don't generally ship except for that one time when a writer wrote an epic fanfic series with Eren in his mid 20s and Levi in his late 20s/early 30s, reincarnation AU. Boy was that one a surprise. I did not expect that.

Anyway, I'm an Eruri fan through and through. Especially with that promise that Levi made to Erwin. And the reason he gave the serum to Armin. HE DIDN'T DO IT FOR THE KIDS YKNOW. HE DID IT FOR ERWIN. Plus, Levi, Erwin, and Hange are my special trio. Erwin's batch was really amazing.

Also, I really like the fact that the shorter and slighter person is the more badass fighter while the taller, bigger one is the more calculating and strategic one. Rocks the boat of stereotypes and all that. Bonus: how these two met. My god, what a meet-cute! 😂

Dani x Jamie aka The Au Pair and the Gardener - The Haunting of Bly Manor

It really is more of a love story than a ghost story. I dunno how to feel about this. I loved these two characters so much and I wished they had a better ending but I wasn't SO surprised because it was a horror series (Like, I was still hoping at the end that they'd be together forever but yknow...). In any case, Jamie was just awesome. And her nickname for Dani? Poppins?! God, what a lover and fighter. She was not afraid to cock a gun in a ghost's face.

... and now for my flexible BROTPs

Merlin x Arthur aka Merthur - BBC Merlin

Yeah, my brain is so chaotic multiple OTPs and BROTPs of the same pairing exist at the same time without clashing with one another or having major identity crises.

I actually really like BROTP Merlin and Arthur and also like reading OTP Merthur.

And when Merlin is paired with Morgana or Freya or sometimes even Gwaine, that's fine with me too. As long as his bromance with Arthur stays intact, because that's what drew me to the show in the first place. Personal preference. I see them as platonic soulmates.

*Shout-out to the Merthur writers though, you kept me sane during my "Post-Merlin Depression," which is actually a term thrown around in the fandom because of that horrid final season (not saying it's a good term but it's what it was called). A lot of amazing fics here, too, both Magic Reveal and Modern AU ones. Full of action and adventure too! I mean, there are boy-band-looking Knights and magic-wielding badasses!

Tim Drake x Conner Kent/Kon-El aka Red Robin x Super Boy - DC Comics

More like flexible otp. I dig Stephanie Brown and Tim Drake BUT I really really also dig Tim Drake and Conner Kent. When they're TimKon, it's like an entirely different entity from TimSteph. Ugh, hard to explain.

I mean, Kon telling Tim, "You'll always be my Robin" and Tim telling Kon, "And you'll always be my clone boy" is the shit. Also when Kon could pick out/recognize Tim's heartbeat. And when Tim nearly went mad scientist trying to bring his bestie back. Like, dudes, wtf. And at the same time, hell yeah.

Liu Kang x Kung Lao aka LiuLao - Mortal Kombat

- I see these two as more like ride or die best friends connected by fate/platonic soulmates. But also like their dynamic is so awesome, cute, sweet, badass, can't-live-without-you vibes.

Basically the same way I feel about Merthur. I like reading both romantic and platonic relationships between these two characters. Like, the LiuLao fan creators peeling off the layers of this relationship and exposing every raw nerve is beautiful.

They love diving into the characters' psyche, emotions, motivations, fears, and doubts and you get really amazed because... Aren't they just characters from a video game, you ask? Well yeah, but MK video game has several interesting storylines and the Mortal Kombat 2021 movie was just the perfect jumpstarter to this beautiful blaze.

I mean, "We swore that if we were to die, it would be together"? Hell no, you're not dropping that on us and not expecting us to create our very own spin-offs and 12-page essays on that shit. That's what we fans do, baby. And also, really, we need a shaolin monks/white lotus spin-off/prequel. We're starving here.

As this ship is the newest one on my list, it's the one I'm looking forward to the most. Not enough fan content, I tell you. Not enough. One of these days, I just might add my own.

But right now, it's past 1 and so I shall attempt to sleep.

***No images for TimKon and LiuLao coz apparently I've gone past my 10-images allowance 😤

[originalcontent]

Aww heck, I never posted about Marble Nest! Let’s talk about Marble Nest. We played it, we got all four endings, there were a couple things I maybe wanted to try but we didn’t but that’s okay, it would be pretty easy to replay. A couple thoughts.

As a player character, Daniil makes for a very very different playstyle than Artemy. It’s wild how all the actual mechanics of the game can be the same and yet such slight tweaks can change the feeling of the game so much. Like how everyone talking to you but how almost no one trading with you makes the whole town seem completely different.

Daniil sees the town as a chessboard and Artemy sees it as a body. This Daniil seems to know a lot fewer people than Artemy knew.

The pacing is also very interesting. The whole “time to make your nightly rounds” thing, is that something Daniil does? Is that part of his gameplay loop?

Coming out of having just finished Pathologic 2, wherein everyone’s constantly bitching at and/or trying to kill Artemy every four seconds, playing as Daniil felt like a fucking power trip. People are like “hey can you do this please” and I’m like “...wait can I do this? I can just do this??” 

I think overall I prefer playing as Artemy, although maybe I was just more accustomed to it.

Daniil is a BITCH.

No seriously, when playing Pathologic, I felt kind of bad about continually dragging Daniil because deep down there was always this little part of me that was like “you know he’s just trying his best, same as you, he doesn’t deserve all this shit you’re throwing at him” but now that I’ve gotten to walk a mile in his shoes I can definitively say that he absolutely deserved all of the shit I was throwing at him, and also I think Artemy deserved to punch him once. (After that they can go back to being friends/lovers/colleagues, however you interpret them, but he should get to punch him once.)

Okay enough about Artemy, he’s didn’t even appear in this game.

Wait one last thing, in the list of townsfolk it showed Artemy as having a name rather than being called “Haruspex”, but in the main game Daniil was listed as “Bachelor”? 

God, that list. Seeing so many dead kids. :( Daniil you did not protect my children. Oh, Mark Immortell was there and was in danger, in the Bachelor route am I allowed to let him die from the plague, is that a thing I can do, please? My besties Lara, Bad Grief, and Victor were also dead, but Stakh was alive! I tried to visit him but I couldn’t, the game doesn’t let you cross the river even if you go alllllll the way around it. I tried to find Aglaya too but couldn’t.

Seeing the town map was so heartbreaking. Quarantining the stone yard and letting everyone else die is a pretty pragmatic decision bUT ALSO!!!!!! My KIDS.

The loop was neat, how everyone kept saying you were dead and how you didn’t know why until the end, and I loved how the town kind of was your body. (Do the fires mean you’re feverish? Does the cold mean you’re dying?) This game has always been excellent about how it nests themes within themes and symbols within symbols, and Marble Nest was no exception.

Kind of hilarious tho how the ultimate theme is “if you don’t want your favorite character to die, just stop reading the book, or maybe start over and reread the parts where they’re still alive forever.” Turns out you really can beat death Daniil, good job. :)

(“But wait! I may be a fictional character, but the disease which kills me is also fictional! AU in which it’s not real fuck you” Honestly what did I expect coming from the same people who had a plot-critical messenger murdered offscreen by the understudy of the protagonist.)

This character’s themes seem to be very lofty. Again, I think I vibed more with the more grounded side of things, but I love metafuckery so you know.

That time I was in that house and I was like “I might need to check out some rooms” and the other guy was like “here, I have the master key” and hands me a lockpick, I actually laughed. Incredible.

The PANTOMIME. God that was such a vibe. Compared to everything else in Pathologic, it was so animated! I do love the “you’re heartless, come back to me when you have a heart” and then in the next loop I hand them a human heart and they’re like “.....dude, have you ever heard of a fucking metaphor, holy shit why are you giving me this.”

The CLOAK. The MASK. The S A N D A L S. Hhhhhhhhhhhhh.

Wearing the ensemble and literally being immune to the plague zone, I was like “wow this is fucking op how is this even allowed” although I guess Marble Nest was also written so that you can last the whole game on literally one piece of toast.

It was so weird to go around places where I know twyre grows and not hear any bugs. I did take a nice incredibly long walk through the steppe just to see how far the game would let me go though, because it was nice and pretty and who the fuck has time for that while in Pathologic? 

I didn’t really talk much before with Georgiy Kain, but fuuuuuuck what is wrong with that guy? If Daniil’s been hanging out with him, I can fucking understand why he became obsessed with the polyhedron at the end.

And Aspity, oh god I have so many questions, what are you, I don’t think we ever cleared that up.

And Shrew! What’s her deal?? There were actually a lot of very memorable NPC’s who didn’t even have their own custom designs.

I don’t know much about Pathologic 1 but I think Eva killed herself in the Bachelor route? Does that mean she’s going to die in this Bachelor route if it ever comes out? I mean presumably Marble Nest already deviates from that game quite a bit since I don’t think Artemy dies in it (and I don’t think Daniil does either.)

Gee Daniil! How come your mom lets you have two funerals?

A little sad Changeling never came by to say hi, I would have liked to see her. Although I guess she’s busy trying to save my ass irl. I know I remembered seeing the steam page for Marble Nest earlier and being like “huh that’s sort of a strange poster for the game, isn’t Artemy supposed to be dead?” And then I played it and I just took a moment and turned to my sister and was like “hey look at this” and she was like “...yup that’s literally the game.”

Overall it was a fun time. Very short comparatively, very clever. 

[sobeautifullyobsessed]

Share 3 things you love about your current WIP! (optional: send to 3 other authors who need some positivity!

(thank you for this opportunity! xx)

So, so many WIPS – I had a difficult time choosing! It’s like asking a parent to choose their favorite child. *sighs* But let’s try and make a start, shall we?

The One That Got Away – an AU featuring my favorite Actor and an OFC, inspired by a one-shot I won in a tumblr contest.

The play within the story is The Taming of the Shrew, staring OFC Vicki (Virgilia) Gordon and Benedict Cumberbatch (aka: Theatrebatch 😉) as Kate Minola & Petruchio, Gentleman of Verona.

1. As the one-shot was written to meet my request (me, getting to play opposite BC in a theatrical production of one of Shakespeare’s plays) the OFC unabashedly represents me—although she’s soooooooo much more than I am! My best self, I suppose, if I had the talent, drive, and hutzpah to pursue my dream of a career on the stage. Dust to Dust (by @cinderella1181) is gorgeous and angsty and hits all the perfect notes of unrequitable love. And within hours of reading it (repeatedly) I realized that I couldn’t let go. I needed to tell their story in full—not only what came before, but what comes months and even years along for Vicki and Ben. I wrote several chapters in rapid succession; I was so inspired that the words flowed freely, and I felt that I couldn’t spill them onto the page fast enough.

Eventually, I asked the Author (and now my friend) if I could take up telling more of the story. She had been toying with the idea as well but was willing to let me try. She had me send her some samples of what I’d already written and gave her approval once she was satisfied that I could do her vision justice. And though I haven’t updated in two years, this story lives in my blood.

2. I love the theatricality of the language these would-be lovers use. Absolutely over the top dramatic—no surprise as they’ve both lived their adult lives drenched in the elevated language of Shakespeare and that of similar playwrights—but also indicative of their perfectly matched intellects. Even their feelings/musings/reactions/subtext are richly, lushly expressed, as that is the truth of their natures.

I have several additional original characters, and their language is also quite smart. I think that sometimes Readers may find that off-putting; like people don’t speak that way in real life. To that I can only say that’s simply how my mind works, and the story is a fantasy anyway, so why not indulge?

3. I absolutely adore knowing what is going to happen, even though it’s taking me forever to get there. All along, I’ve written bits and pieces of things to come, out of order and as they have occurred to me. Of all my WIPs, I have the clearest vision of how everything is to play out. I even wrote the Epilogue already--and shared it with my dearest online friend because it’s such a perfect way to end Vicki & Ben’s story, and I needed someone to squee about it with me!

BONUS: I actually met my online bestie (she’s just about my real world bestie too, though we have never met in person) because of TOTGA. Several years ago, she had come across the WIP on AO3—I think it was about eight chapters in—and she loved it so much that she reached out to me on tumblr. We hit it off immediately, bonding at first over our shared love of all things Benedict Cumberbatch—and as she’s a talented, published author in her own right, over all things writing. In retrospect, we look back and just know that we were meant to meet, by miracle of this modern world technology, for she lives clear across the country from me. We have become yin to one another’s yang and Thunder Buddies for life.

@ocfairygodmother - thank you again for giving me this chance to gush about this story! xx

[vilindeer]

Fic Writer Interview

Thanks so much for the tag @daphnejane !! 🥰🥰🥰 I am excited about answering this.

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

Only 4️⃣.

2) What’s your total AO3 word count?

49,851 words. I am unable to write short things as you can see.

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

I am currently only writing Bridgerton, especifically Polin, but before that I wrote for Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist (Zoey and Max). 

Can you tell I love friends to lovers ?😂😂

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Since I only have four you get all of my fics by kudos.

i.The Art of Agreements  My very first multichapter where I attempt to write a friends to lovers slow burn. It’s an arranged marriage Regency AU where Violet’s prodding about Penelope makes Colin reach different conclusions about his dearest friend and do that things he normally fails at called act!

It’s my magnum opus and I have the utmost care with how I write it since it’s very close to my heart.💍🐝🦋

ii.The Bear and Bunny Series This one is what I call my comfort fic because it’s supposed to be fun and sweet and a bit TATBILB inspired.📧

It consists on a series of snippets of Polin as modern childhood friends all the way to adulthood, specifically what their relationship looked like in high school and college. The main premise is based on answering the following question will Colin be able to get his bestie back after what he pulled in his senior year? And if so how and what’s next for them?🐻🐰

iii.Of Self Sabotage and Epiphanies This is canon divergence of Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist episode 1x08 where our protagonist actually listens to The Universe and sees her glitch for what it really is. I remember I had it stuck in my head and I had to put it on paper.

It’s my very first fic and I still love it very much not only for what represented but the friendships and moments it reminds me of. It also makes it clear I like to make my protagonists more self aware which is some kind of unforgivable offense to TV apparently. rolls my big beautiful brown eyes

iv.It’s beginning to look a lot like forever This is what I like to imagine as a lost moment in time before season 1 of Zoey’s Extraordinary Playlist where we get a glimpse at the first stages of Zoey’s and Max’s friendships in their very first Christmas as friends.

All Zoey wants that Christmas is to figure out how to help Max with his family drama. Should be easy right?😉😉

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

ALWAYS! I absolutely love comments and they keep me going! Moreover, as someone who is an amateur writer that has mostly being a reviewer throughout my fandom endeavors I know how much it hurts to be vulnerable and comment and feel like you are screaming into the void. My reviewers will always get a reply (sometimes a bigger reply than their comment but we don’t talk about that since that shows who the real fangirl is). 

As a writer now I know how lonely it is not getting comments or kudos or any kind of feedback even if you are (as you should) solely writing for yourself and the people you care about so the reader- writer interaction means a lot.

6) What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

I am not really big on angst (so far at least winks at the audience) but I reckon the ending of the last chapter of B&B is a bit ambiguous there is uncertainty and buried hurt and Colin is genuinely afraid there is no going back.

7) Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I haven’t so far and at the moment I don’t see any potential for it buuut never say never I guess.

8) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I am lucky enough to confidently say no but I am also self aware enough to know it’s a matter of time if I keep writing.

Am I going to be absolutely destroyed ? YES!

Will I stop writing? Absolutely not.😊

9) Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I am slowly dipping my toes into that pond. I have lots of ideas (and an outstanding support group) but the initial barrier is still here. But I do have smutty things in the works. Things I am trying not to over analyze or delete in a fit of crushing insecurity and self loathing.

10) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

11) Have you ever had a fic translated.

I wish.

12) Have you ever co-written a fic before?

👀Who knows? 🤫

13) What’s your all-time favorite ship?

I am incapable of choosing because what makes me love every one of them is too different to generalize.

14) What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ok clears throat and tests microphone I know I am terribly late at updating but nothing , let me repeat that again NOTHING is abandoned. I will finish my fics if it kills me.

By the way I just got kudos in AOA even though the last update was entirely too long ago and it makes me want to finish the chapter as fast as I can so thank you.

15) What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I am not qualified to answer that question but people tend to praise my descriptions and my word play so I guess that would be what I would go with.

16) What are your writing weaknesses?

DIALOGUE! I feel like I can never get my characters to sound human when they speak and I struggle a lot with it. I am also a terribly slow writer or more accurately I am a terribly inconstant writer I can write 20000 words in one go or a get stuck in a single sentence for an hour. 

I am also incredibly picky about the right word because it has to sound right in my head and that delays stuff.

17) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I always think it’s so cool when done right. As for doing it myself I have the perfect excuse with Colin because he is a traveler and what not but I will probably get stuck in the languages I am proficient at which are only 3. Since that is clearly not the right thing to do if I ever decide to do it I guess I will try to reach out to fans that are native speakers in order to bring some realism to it.

18. What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Zoey’s Extraordinary playlist and my beloved Clarkeman.

19) What’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

Ooooooh I think it’s probably The Art of Agreements because I took a chance at a multichapter and I planed it all neatly and even though my posting schedule has been a mess I am proud of how I am conducting the story.

I will be tagging anyone that wants to do it because it’s fun and there might be some writers I don’t know reading this and I would love to read your answers. As for my peepz @jacquiebethelina44 , @ladylillianrose , @queenie-004 , @pichitinha @ladyjunebridgerton

[blouisparadise]

We recently received a request for enemies and lovers recs. We already have an enemies to lovers fic rec list here, but after looking at that list, we realized we had much more to add to it and therefore decided to make a part two.

Happy reading!

1) I Couldn’t Get Away From You | Mature | 5185 words

Suddenly in the heat of the moment, Harry’s eyes turned darker as he pushed Louis’ back more and more towards the wall. “Fine.” He plants his lips on Louis’ and begins to roughly kiss him, soon enough turning it into a make-out session.

“Fuck you, Styles,” Louis moans and grips onto Harry’s shoulders, hands trailing up to the taller’s hair and gripping that as well.

“We’ll see about that.”

2) There's More Than One Place To Call Home | Explicit | 8416 words

Harry never asked for much from his neighbors - he didn't care about barking animals during the day or loud talking during the night.

The only thing he needed was silence when he was writing. And that was the only thing his new neighbor wouldn't give him.

Deciding to confront the loud guy who lived next door, Harry found himself ringing his doorbell one night. And that decision just may be the best thing that's ever happened to Harry.

3) Make A Run, Cause Some Rebellion | Explicit | 8824 words

As a general rule, kitten hybrids are small and disinterested in what other people want them to do, slightly evil and at least a little manipulative. Louis prides himself on being all of those things to varying degrees, but especially on being uninterested in what other people tell him to do. He’s still human goddammit, despite his pointy ears and penchant for curling up in the sun and taking naps.

He’s going about his daily business, knocking things over where he sees fit and leaving a trail of mess in his wake. As exasperated as it makes Liam he’s used to it by now, having shared a flat with Louis for almost three years now, and if Louis whines enough he’ll even clean up after him. It’s a great life, really.

With the exception of Liam’s stupid, broad shouldered, entirely too big mate, the one who always comes over to watch sports with him. Louis hates that guy. His hair is always greasy and he brings weird hipster beer with him when he comes that tastes like shit. And he won’t even let Louis have any of it, either. The only reason Louis even knows what it tastes like is because one time he stole a bottle from the fridge and fled to his room before Harry could catch him.

4) Something To Prove | Explicit | 9425 words

Louis is the first and only omega to work at Red Valley Medical Center. Despite being more than qualified, he still faces prejudice for his career choice everyday. From patients refusing his treatment to condescending alpha doctors intervening with his work, practicing medicine in Boston is more challenging than Louis had ever thought it would be.

5) Where Do We Go Now | Explicit | 10617 words

Louis goes off to college ready to start a fresh life away from the oppressive alphas of his pack.  The odds aren't in his favour when his new dorm mate turns out to be an alpha.  Louis hates alphas.

6) Enjoy The Ride | Not Rated | 11103 words

The one where Louis, an omega more than tired of being treated as lesser than alphas, is forced on a road trip by his beta besties only to meet Harry who might just be the alpha he never knew he wanted.

7) I Didn’t Fall For You (You Fucking Tripped Me) | Explicit | 20681 words

These days Louis tends to steer clear of dating alphas. He’s dated too many knotheads in his time, and he’s ready to just focus on school and his friends and his pet monitor lizard, of course.

Too bad the alpha next door won’t take a hint and stop using the worst pick up lines of all time on him. He’s really got to stop laughing with him--and talking to him and walking to class with him and letting him bring him coffee and tea and gifts for his lizard and watching Netflix together and...

8) Written In The Stars (That’s You And Me) | Explicit | 22632 words

Louis pushes himself up on one elbow and stretches enough to just barely trace his fingertips over Harry’s jawline. Harry’s eyes drop to track his movements as he does it again. “D’you feel that?” he whispers.

To him, it feels like all of the universe’s magic lives just beneath his skin when he touches Harry with intent. It feels like something special. Louis watches Harry’s lips part and wants to touch that too. He almost does, but then Harry shakes his head. “Feel what?”

6) Middle Ground | Explicit | 23516 words

Note: This fic has been locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Harry moves to a new town for work where he meets the enigma that is Louis Tomlinson.

10) When It’s Late At Night | Mature | 25597 words

The Late Late prompt that we all need to get through this excruciatingly hard time.

11) Supposed To Be | Explicit | 26100 words

The Geek Charming AU where Harry's a film geek, Louis' a popular jock, and they both need each other to get what they want.

12) Magical Soup | Explicit | 28850 words

Slytherin prefect Louis Tomlinson's seventh year at Hogwarts takes an immediate turn for the worse when he's made to be potions partners with Harry Styles, Hufflepuff's resident heartthrob and class clown.  Louis has always considered Styles to be a terrible show-off who coasts by on his charm and good looks, but the more they work together, the more he questions that idea.  As term goes on, will Louis be able to admit to himself that he might actually like Harry Styles after all... and maybe, just maybe, as more than a friend?

13) Building Me Up (But Buttercup, You Lied) | Explicit | 31007 words

Harry’s mouth felt dry just saying those words. What he had with Louis was so much more than a simple ‘fuck buddies’ situation. It was slow kisses in the morning between soft sheets and shy smiles, it was holding hands in the afternoon while walking and eating ice cream. It was breakfast for dinner, laughing and licking honey from each other’s lips as they shared goals and even some secrets, it was happiness, it was glow.

To Harry, what he had with Louis meant everything. Until Louis decided it meant nothing.

14) You’ve Set On Me | Explicit | 31100 words

Louis' in an obscure band. Harry's an international popstar. Their paths aren't meant to cross, not like this, but when Louis' band signs on as Harry's opening act, both Harry and Louis are forced to confront the open wounds of their shared past.

15) Nicotine | Explicit | 32245 words | Sequel

"We're two different types of people, Liam. He likes sex and drugs, I like theater and tea. Trust me, we'd never date." Except they would, they do, and neither of them plans on letting go anytime soon.

16) Let Me Feel Your Heartbeat | Explicit | 34572 words

Harry is 98% sure Louis hates him. So he feels like his bewilderment is justified when the omega offers to help him through his rut.

17) Close To Nowhere | Explicit | 34589 words

Louis and Harry are psychics who kind of hate each other. They go to Tennessee to investigate a haunting.

18) Make This Feel Like Home | Explicit | 42032 words

The house on West 28th Street in London is twice the size of Louis', more expensive than the price of all of his house and car payments combined, and is falling apart at the seams.

19) Strangers in Love | Explicit | 42207 words

Louis wakes up to find himself in a marriage with the last man he thought he'd ever end up with.

10) Why Can’t It Be Like That | Explicit | 63567 words

A fashion AU with a royal twist, where Louis doesn't need a stylist, Harry's thrilled to have a real life Barbie doll, and they're both very wrong about each other.

21) I Want You So Much (But I Hate Your Guts) | Mature | 83648 words

AU in which Louis gets accepted to play for the Manchester University Alpha-Beta Football Team. The only problem: Louis is actually an Omega. He is determined to make it big in the football world, though, and he can't do that bound to an Omega team. With the help of a faked doctor's certificate and some pretty strong suppressants he is ready to fight for his dream.

That Harry Styles (Alpha, second year and youngest football captain of the A-B team in ages) doesn't seem to like him complicates matters, though.

22) For Reasons Wretched and Divine | Explicit | 94655 words

Note: This fic is locked and can only be read by AO3 users.

Ten years ago, Harry Styles was just a nerdy kid with one friend and a debilitating crush on the captain of his school’s football team. He thought the stars were smiling down on him the day he and Louis Tomlinson were paired for their end-of-term Literature project. But because Harry’s life is decidedly not a fairytale, the budding friendship quickly leads to the least happy ending of all time.

Now, Harry Styles is a household name. Barely twenty-seven with two Grammy nominations to his name, the singer-songwriter is poised to take the music industry by storm with his highly anticipated third album. So, what happens when the best producer in the business is also the only person Harry’s vowed never to speak to again?

23) You Drive Me Crazy (But It Feels Alright) | Explicit | 102306 words

Note: This fic has mentions of BH.

“Harry is not short for Harold,” he corrects, his voice as thick as molasses. He lowers his eyes to Louis’ sequined lapels, rubbing one between two fingers. “Is this small or extra small? It looks lovely.”

Louis breaks away from his grip with a petulant huff and pushes him back with two fingers.

“You’re mocking me. Again.”

Harry smiles and it's a real honest swoop of his lips this time. Louis’ stomach swoops with them.

24) Tainted Saints And Velvet Vices | Mature | 126056 words

A self-fulfilling Hogwarts AU in which Louis is new to seventh year and Harry is the resident devil-may-care Slytherin set to make his entire experience a living misery. Due to less than favourable circumstances they're forced to forge an unwilling, tentative relationship for their own survival. Repressed emotions, decidedly unromantic ballroom dancing, Triwizard Tournament tasks, creative jinxes and twilight flying above the Forbidden Forest ensue.

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