#i'm sure there's more that i've read and loved but forgot to bookmark so now they're lost to the sands of time

[rockpaperscissuhs]

*bangs fist on the table* MORE

i have my freedom but i don't have much time - getmean, 4.5k words. Their paths cross again a few years post-war. Some angst and pining (but in a bittersweet and optimistic-ish way)

All this time we were waiting for each other - Stolperzunge, 26.6k words. Set 5 years after the train scene. Such a masterpiece, cannot recommend enough.

howdy! could you rec a few of your favourite postwar sledgefu fics please?

I live to serve!

There are many excellent post-war fic for sledgefu, i mean, that train scene is so painful we need to fix it!

As It Was - SJTrinity. Two parter, one from Sledge one from Snafu's pov. I love the voice for both of them, it is like I'm walking in their heads. And the prose here is beautiful, it's so deep into their psyche with all the ugly gnarly crooks.

i’m the diode, you’re the kerosene - getmean. For me this reunion fic is the staple for the ship. I reread this a lot and it never get old!

gone but not entirely - marinersapptcomplex. Let's do post-war but angstier, okay? and a different settings to most postwar fics too.

Let Me Know The Way - barekare. Epistolary fic where we learn their lives after the war through bits and pieces. It's inventive and superb.

Sweet Water, Wash Me Down - modernature. The vibe of this fic is impeccable. You have Sledge going to the depth of the swamp to find Snafu; haunting atmosphere, got me the chills reading it.

you're soft as glass, and i'm a gentle man - getmean. Sledgefu as older men, dealing with their old age, and keep loving each other. So underrated even among getmean's catalogue, and I need to make more people read it!

Some sunny days - me. as in I wrote this. Feel so weird reccing my own fic but. i like this fic, a lot haha

enjoy reading and PLEASE tell me what you think. I'm always down to talk sledgefu fic with anyone and everyone 😁

[domokunrainbowkinz]

back by unpopular demand: me, with my manhwa posting :)

titles discussed:

the pawn' revenge (18+)

sign (18+)

dawn of the dragon (18+)

cold blooded beast / in cold love (18+, idk why manta and lezhin translated it differently...sidenote I prefer the manta tl, it was more smoothly translated imo)

necromancer survival

red limit (18+)

frenemies: thicker than blood (18+)

dead man's switch (18+)

in the doghouse (18+)

4 week lovers (18+ on lezhin, 15+ on manta)

the pawn's revenge (18+) - i love you crime thrillers i love you damaged manipulative protagonists and i love you ride-or-die ML's who will do anything for love. it's a pretty gritty story about being sold off as a prostitute to the red light district, and what you would do to escape that situation, even if that means teaming up with a kidnapper/serial killer to claw your way to the top. ofc it does develop beyond that, and especially in s3 i am really interested to see how je-oh will go against hee-seo, as well as how he's gonna go about addressing the fact he genuinely loves and cares about seong-rok, despite his better judgment. idk man i just really love je-oh as a character, i want to study him under a microscope. i'm always biased towards manipulative characters who are a little fucked in the head <3 i really liked this one, but i would proceed with caution because there is non-con/dub-con in this one (not between the MC and ML except for 1 instance in s3).

sign (18+) - god this shit was so cute i wanted to explode. it's a pretty low-stakes, feel-good, fluffy read with some pretty good smut. it's about a guy who works part-time at a cafe owned by a deaf person, and their relationship is so OUGH..........god they're so cute, they are so down bad for each other and at the very end i thought to myself "damnb...maybe love IS real.......". i'm not deaf so i can't fully speak on how well the story represents deaf people, but just from an outsider's perspective it doesn't feel like the story treated him as an object of pity nor does it erase his disability, and he also has a lot of agency with regards to his decisions, so he's definintly not depicted as helpless. i do want to say that the plot does dry up a bit in s3 and it mainly focuses on the side couple (which unfortunately i wasn't super interested in), but other than that i HIGHLY recommend this if you're looking for a light read!! i have this bookmarked as a comfort read and it's also one of my faves for now <3

dawn of the dragon (18+) - i'm always a sucker for reincarnation stories and clingy ML's, so this one got me hook line and sinker. the dragon ML is so cute, i want to tuck him in and give him some hot choccy <3 the MC is also such a funny asshole, and his relationship with the ML is such a delight to read. one thing i do wanna say tho is they used the amnesia plot device twice???? once for the ML and another time for the MC, which made me go "ok......but why......???" like idk i don't think it was necessary to give the MC amnesia, it almost just felt like an excuse to go back to the chasing phase rather than have them in an established relationship. just my opinion though eheh 🤪

cold blooded beast / in cold love (18+) - not sure why manta and lezhin translated the title differently, but i will say right now that i think the manta tl is better. for some reason the lezhin tl localized a lot of terms (they changed "imugi" to "basilisk" and "yeoju" to "magic stone (????)") which confused me like just add a tl note, i PROMISE it's not gonna kill you to keep the original terms. it's another reincarnation story involving dragons and tragic pasts and amnesia, and the ML has 2 (two) dicks babey!!!!!!!!!!! i did finish the entire story through a fan tl, and overall it's a pretty standard supernatural romance, i honestly have no strong feelings about this one.

necromancer survival - i read this one a while back and totally forgot about it....anyways i have a BONE to pick with this one, i've seen so many people rave about it but i ended up not liking it and i'm so mad about that!!!!!!!! on the surface it seems like something i'd like, but the way it was executed just made me go "meh.....", and i think a lot of that stems from me just straight up not liking the MC (i know these types of MC's are supposed to elicit a "protect him uwu" instinct from readers but instead he made me go "grow a spine!!!! fight back!!! FIGHT BACK!!!!!!!!!" anyways he made me want to tear my hair out) and the only reason i even finished all the available chapters is because of the ML and his undead squad. a lot of people did say the novel is better and more explicit with the horror and romance, but as of right now i don't think i will read the novel, since again, most of my dislike stems from the way the MC was written. also i felt like the romance just came outta nowhere, like the ML treats the MC like shit and then suddenly develops feelings out of nowhere 🥴

red limit (18+) - i ALSO have a bone to pick with this one, like it could've been so good but then the author had to throw in some UNNECESSARY BULLSHIT in the last 5 chapters that soured the entire ending and side stories for me i was so mad!!!!!!!! like you didn't have to do allat 😭 everything before that was just so beautifully depicted and written, with the way they slowly show the relationship deepening, the way the level of intimacy increases with each interaction, the insecurity, the careful breaking down of walls AUGH....but then for SOME REASON they threw in some half-assed, forced misunderstanding at the end that made me go "HELLO???? WHY???????" i'm so bitter >:( going back to positives though, the art in this is so unique. the use of a grayscale palette with splashes of red is so striking, and i LOVED the use of full colour in certain panels to signify where the MC is at emotionally. i do think this is still a good read, but you'll just have to ignore the Bullshit at the end.

frenemies: thicker than blood (18+) - OUUUGH this one slapped!!!!!!!!! a childhood rivals-to-lovers murim story that i absolutely blasted through, the MC and ML's relationship is so ouuuuuuuuughhhh like they are each others' ride or die. i thought the plot was also quite interesting as well, since we get to see the power struggle within the murim society, and at its core, the entire plot is really a revenge story. i really liked this one as a wuxia danmei enjoyer, so i think other danmei fans would enjoy this one as well!!! i have this bookmarked as a comfort read, and it's also one of my faves now <3

dead man's switch (18+) - a zombie apocalypse BL manhwa!!!!! it's about a university campus overrun with zombies, and the MC and ML are trying to survive and escape to get help. at first glance the ML is a total psycho and seems to be abnormally obsessed with the MC, but at the end of S1 you find out why, though there are hints dropped throughout the first season that make you guess (unfortunately i was spoiled by a summary i saw online 😔 but it didn't take away from the enjoyment). i think fans of zombie media would like this one, it does play out a lot like a zombie movie (humans dividing into groups, hoarding food, survival of the fittest etc), so it feels pretty familiar.

in the doghouse (18+) - i'm gonna be real i'm just reading this to see how freaky the FL and ML are gonna get. the ML is a total masochistic sub looking for his sadist dom, and i am excited to see the FL finally become the femdom of his dreams. besides that though, i do love how the FL is written, the struggles she goes through with her parasitic family really make her feel disempowered and you can FEEL her frustration through the panels. anyways i'm rooting for you courtney become the femdom of richard's dreams babygirl <3

4 week lovers (18+) - i'm actually baffled there's a 15+ version that omits the sex scenes bc babey that's like 90% of the story. gonna be real here and say i don't know if the 15+ version is worth reading, because I think the sex scenes are probably the best part about this manhwa lol. i do like the relationship and they do have a lot of cute moments, but there's not really a plot besides in the first season where they get together at the end, after that it's just them developing their relationship and having nasty borderline-kinky sex. that's not to say there's no depth to the characters though, the MC's backstory is very sad and explains a lot about his behaviour, and his issues don't magically disappear once he and the ML enter a relationship. i'm still continuing with this one though because i do want to see how far they go with regards to the MC and ML's obsession with each other, and also i want to see how freaky they will get :)

[spiderlinging]

Alright go! Top 3 starker fics you didn't write and your favorite you wrote?

Love it. Let's do this thang-

From Thy Bounty by feyrelay, natureboy (natureboi)

Tony’s eyes are always dark, but now there's almost no iris left. He looks hollowed out. There’s something terribly hungry there, despite the feast they've filled themselves on.

This will never not be on a fic rec list from me. It's incredibly well written, an amazing amount of sexual tension, and is just overall very hot. It's the definition of *chefs kiss*

2. when the sun came up (you were looking at me) by charonsdescent

After Pepper dies, Peter helps Tony pick up the pieces. Only picking up the pieces becomes a little more complicated when a new CEO (who may or may not be Harry Osborn) comes into the picture. And picking up the pieces becomes even more complicated when both Tony and Peter start looking at each other a little differently.

I rarely give 10 out of 10 for my bookmarks, but this one is. Slow, slow but perfect burn. So much emotion but also so much hotness. The love between Tony and Peter builds gracefully and maturely in a very realistic manner.

3. Permission by cagestark

During drinks with the Avengers, Peter admits that he enjoys orgasms more when someone is giving him permission, though since he's single, there isn't anyone in his life to offer it. Generous Tony offers to offer it.

I'm primarily including this one because I forgot to include it in my last fic rec list. Pretty sure I've read this more times than a sane person should. Even though it's not really my kink, it's a very good read.

4. The Name on Your Lips by me (aka Dryerlint)

Dealing with the aftermath of No Way Home, Peter Parker makes a life for himself under a new identity. He never imagined that almost seven years later he would come face to face with Tony Stark back from the dead. While Tony not recognizing him was unsurprising, the hunger in his eyes as he looked the boy up and down certainly was.

It was a toss up between this and Much Ado About Tropes. My favorite plot is Much Ado, but I think my favorite overall is The Name on Your Lips. It's the one I'm most proud of.

[daringyounggrayson]

2024 Writing Review

tagged by: @vechter (thank you!) tagging: @dustorange @librarylexicon @jjohnnyutah @bluegarners and anyone else who wants to do it!

number of stories posted to ao3: two (and i actually forgot i posted both of these this year😅)

word counted posted for last year: 1,366 (this is one of if not the smallest word count i've had since i started posting fic, hopefully i can write more this year!)

fandoms i wrote for: dc comics

pairings: i didn't write any romantic pairings

stories with the most kudos, bookmarks and comment threads: things better left unsaid has the most kudos (118) and bookmarks (24), but it tied with interlude between shoe one and two for number of comment threads (3)

work i’m most proud of (and why): hmm maybe things better left unsaid. it's super short, but in it i touch on some of Dick's feelings about how the Titans (in this case Roy) talk about Bruce. i have a lot of thoughts about Dick's relationship with Bruce, how his friends perceive and comment on it, and how Dick then feels about or reacts to those comments, and i really want to get into more in a larger fic some day. but for now i have this, and i think it's a decent start

work i’m least proud of (and why): i suppose that leaves interlude between shoe one and two. i really love reading and writing in-between or post issue fics, and this is one of those. however, admittedly, not much happens and i can see why it wasn't very popular (bc it doesn't say much of anything other than, wow, that event sure was rough huh?). but it's a quiet moment i thought about a lot, so i was glad to write it down for myself at the very least

share or describe a favorite review you received: i receive so many kind, thoughtful, and undeserving comments, and they all mean so much to me <3 this is one that i received a few months ago that i thought was very sweet, especially since it was left on another one of my short, quiet moment-type post issue fics (and the world spins madly on)

a time when writing was really, really hard: echoing vech here and saying the whole year. i've been super busy with school and research, and then when i'm not working, i'm often traveling home to visit family, so that's not the best time for writing either. and then now that it's been so long since i've written fiction, it's kind of hard to turn off the academic language haha

a scene or character you wrote that surprised you: nothing? i didn't really write much, and what i did write was pretty typical for what i write/think about writing

a favourite excerpt of your writing: maybe this bit from things better left unsaid. i just love when they two of them fight <3

Dick stalks forward and jabs his finger at Roy’s chest. “I’m so sick of all of you assuming that every little thing about me is because of Bruce.” Dick raises his hands, spreading his fingers wide. “Surprise! I’m not Bruce’s little science experiment, and you can’t blame him for everything you hate about me.” “That’s not what I’m saying, I just—” “Yes! It is!” Dick shouts and shoves Roy backward, hard enough that the man slams into the wall. “Have you even considered that I was like this before Bruce took me in? I mean—hell—I was a child performer. Have you ever thought that maybe my so-called detrimental case of perfectionism came from that?”

how did you grow as a writer last year: i didn't really get to work on my writing, so i don't think much growth really happened :/

how do you hope to grow this year: i want to improve my characterization, and also write emotionally-charged scenes that come across less cheesy and more realistic

who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer, beta, cheerleader, etc.): can i just say all of my mutuals! you guys are all so amazing <3 your fics and posts continually inspire me to open my neglected word docs and start writing again

anything from your real life show up in your writing last year: no not really (again, probably bc i barely wrote anything last year)

any new wisdom you can share with other writers: if you enjoy writing, i'd really encourage you to make time for it if you can. writing is such a great creative outlet for me, and writing so little last year was not a great experience

any projects you’re looking to starting (or finishing) this year: maybe this is the year i post something for my Bruce and Dick as brothers au, i would also like to write more of my monster hunter au!

[snarkythewoecrow]

Truth or Dare Tag Game

Okay, I am totally avoiding all my wips right now, so doing this instead, thanks @underwaterninja13

Which friends/mutuals would you call to hide a body?

@buckybeardreams I feel they would help without too many questions, and probably those would only be where and when, and if I needed a shovel

How many user subscriptions do you have on Ao3?

eh, more than some, less than others, but it's in the 4 digits

Do you have a crush on someone? OR If you're with someone, tell us one thing you love about them.

my hubby cuz he's ride or die, and didn't get all cranky yesterday when informed him in had spilt an ice coffee on the spare clip to my gun, and then kinda forgot to tell him for two days, and it had like caramel in it, and yeah, it was sticky and gross, but he cleaned it all for me, and still loved me after, and my bestie denim cuz they know all the right things to say when shit is extra shitty

What does the last DM/text you sent say?

(we were discussing tommy/buck lol)

totally, like all his other relationships were shit shows waiting to crash and burn, and like it showed, hence needing to talk to bobby every time about them, but like, yeah, with tommy it's different, it's a whole different vibe, mature and safe, for once his relationship isn't chaos and built on some weird and unhealthy foundation, like what he has with Tommy is just so different because if you think about it, he is the first person that doesn't want Buck to be something he's not, doesn't want anything from him other than to be part of his company, Tommy is patient and just wants him, wants Evan, and like there is no drama attached to it, they are equals and meeting with mutual understanding of careers, like they can just be and Buck doesn't need to struggle against what he'd faced in the past, partners only seeing him as a hero or a slut or as an object of death to study, like he really can just be himself with tommy

List the three friends/mutuals with the best takes.

@kittyneedsbetterhobbies @buckybeardreams

Share one of your favorite fics of all time.

yeah, I just went and stared at my bookmarks and then closed the tab cuz got overwhelmed, seriously, it's so all mood related for me, but there are some that are memorial for me, for sure, so maybe a few randoms that i recall enjoying but might be lesser known:

Jar of Hearts by Cupcakemolotov -- Caroline/Klaus (Vampire Diaries)

Of Old Soldiers and Missing Wars by NonchalantxFish -- Steve Rogers & Tom Riddle (MCU and HP)

of stitches and first meetings by buckaroos -- Buck/Eddie (911 but kinda crossed with supernatural)

List three of your favorite content creators.

wrinkling my nose at "content creators" being used as a term here, but anyway, definitely @voxofthevoid and um, pretty sure I don't have any others that stick out

Write one thing you love about yourself.

that i'm getting much better at being myself, no matter how weird that may be to some

Which fandom of yours (past or present) has the best fics?

idk, depends what you want to read, some fandoms are smaller, some focus more on wholesome shit, some are more big enough to include a wide variety of fuckery, so best depends on what's best to you at the time, but the bigger and older the fandom, the more likely the writers have life experience and actually had anal before which, my god, unless you like a finger in your ass for foreplay, my god, what is with the one-two-three fingers, you're all stretched, now let's go, shit? like every time??? anyway, continuing on......

Which creation of your own are you the most proud of?

Came back to edit and scratch that answer out, I really like and maybe not the most proud of, but definitely up there:

a little dented (but definitely not broken) by snarkymuch --this was important to me for many reasons, but proud of how it turned it, and of the emotion it captured

uh... not me forgetting everything i've ever written rn, um, i like a lot of the self harm ones, with buck/eddie, the emotion was nice to write, the build and tension, tbh, i'm blanking--i mean, the pikachu one was cute, also can't remember what it's called rn though, something like, I choose you pikachu (and other ways two idiots say i love you) <--could be way off on title there

Have you ever read RPF?

not really, though kinda suppose that's what I do with my friend by accident all the time when talking fic ideas

Tag the mutual(s)/friend(s) most likely to get away with murder.

probably myself, or like me and @buckybeardreams

Tag the mutual(s)/friend(s) who know(s) the most about you.

@buckybeardreams and weirdly, pretty sure @plotbunnypettingzoo has picked up so many random facts from reading my posts and talking to me

Now tag some friends to play!

@plotbunnypettingzoo @buckybeardreams @kittyneedsbetterhobbies and anyone else interested

[1cky-boi]

TW: Topics Of Suicide

The Week After I Killed Myself.

Monday,

I watched as the time ticked slower and slower,

I could feel my pulse in my hands,

Burning edges to a paper that can never be read how it was wrote,

I forgot to leave a letter,

Now my parents are left to wonder where they went wrong.

Tuesday,

The news reached my best friend,

I don't know what he does, but I wish I was there to comfort him.

The news comes on the same,

Police chase,

The weather,

Politics,

And the weather again,

But my parents don't watch.

The faucet in the bathroom drips,

Raising the water bill because I forgot to make sure it was fully off.

My mother would flip it off for me and not say a thing even after it being the fifth time that week,

But now she's trying to remember the way I used to play in the sand,

Before the move,

Before she knew what was happening to me.

When she thought she could still save me.

The school is notified,

But my grades don't weigh me down where I am at now,

I don't have to try so hard to matter anymore.

Wednesday,

The letters in my room are just letters now.

Ones that will only be read maybe once more,

Though it'll never be said how many times it saved a life, I'd hope you knew.

My stuffed animals have not slept in days,

Without a cold body to warm what place do they have in this old house?

The neighbors find out.

Condolences are sent.

Not one has my real name on it.

Thursday,

The funeral I arranged for Saturday,

Because my mom is always off work then.

I do not know who comes, or what is said,

I do not know where or how I was buried,

I was not old enough to pick it for myself,

Knowing my parents I'm probably a diamond, or a tree.

The letters have been found.

They know.

They know I loved you,

And you loved me.

I would have joked about how awkward it'll be when you see my parents again,

But my mom hugs you this time

And says she hasn't seen her baby happy like that in years,

And you both forget where you are for a moment ,

Dream,

Hope a little it's a different situation.

Friday,

My mom is going through my stuff.

My phone first,

She'll find out we were more than friends,

She'll tell my friend I am gone

And she won't know if it's a joke,

But when she sees what I've written

The sinking feeling in her stomach will be all too familiar

After, she'll go to the store,

See the man who always used to ask me how I am,

And break down in front of the produce.

Saturday,

The baby breath is half dead,

The lavender makes the air tense,

There's a mix of regular clothes and formal wear

I would have laughed at anyone who bothered to put on a suit.

I would have said how pretty you looked

My mom compiled home videos and photos from the last year's,

Though there's only a few she thinks are really me,

And they're usually the ones where someone else is with me.

She says the usual:

The "kind"

The "smart"

The "talented"

The "too young for this"

Or maybe she'd say nothing at all.

Ask you if you'd like to say anything and I couldn't hear it.

I always wanted to know what you thought of me.

Sunday,

My room is still how I left it,

The coats on the hanger

And the boots on the outside the closet door.

The books,

Dusty and un-bookmarked,

They'll search for me here,

But none of the words will sound like my voice,

And my mother will keep the video of me.

The video of me as a kid laughing close to her chest.

She wonders where I went when I got older.

How was this grave her baby?

How could I leave her behind after all of the things I said without an apology.

After all that's been done for me,

It was a waste to love me,

That's what somebody would think,

But I won't know for sure.

Whether im in Heaven, Hell, or Nirvana,

I won't come back.

I won't be able to run my hand through your hair,

And I cant feel the warmth of another hand to remind me I'm still here.

I can't hear the music,

I can't hear the screams or the pleas,

I'll be at peace,

But I'll be no more than I am now.

[bloginabottle]

Ask a Book (Whybee Interview)

Curling up with a good book takes on a different meaning as we sit down with Your Book, Whybee for short, and ask a few questions!

SL: Hello, Whybee. My name is Sea Lucille, and through the magic of Spellbound Homework, I'm going to be asking a few questions.

YB: Oh, my. How exciting!! Well, as some may say, I am an open book!

SL: How charming! Our first question is all about introductions! Who are you, when were you born, and what can you tell us about growing up?

YB: Oh, yes! Well, my name is Your Book, or Whybee for short!

While birth isn't something I can compare my creation to, I will gladly answer the somewhat similar question: when and where was I made? I'd like to think creation starts with a thought, and that my 'conception' was near the end of 2022, riding off of winter and going into spring. (That makes me a Capricorn!)

This conception, like most, happened on a bed. Uniquely with a laptop involved.

SL: Haha, I dont remember seeing any humor like that between your pages!

YB: A book must branch out, no? At least between conversations.

SL: Fair enough! What about any memories of being written- we can compare that to growing up.

YB: That is the closest thing a book has. I actually don't have memories of being written. But I'm sure it was wonderful! The creative process, making sure everything is perfect, getting excited about publication, ah! It all sounds so amazing! I will never be able to get over the way humans are able to think and act!

SL: It's sweet of you to think that way. What about your greatest achievements? How did they shape you?

YB: My greatest achievement is being able to speak to you! I don't retain memories the same way humans do. Because of that, I can't say I really know what achievements I have or haven't made or how I even feel about them. But being here, right now? Talking to you, a real human?! Haha, it must be the best thing in the world!! I'm a little sad that I'll forget about it. But I can be happy in the moment, too.

SL: I suppose, for you, the present is the only thing you can look forward to. I don't suppose you have any regrets? Nothing that's shaped how you view yourself and others?

YB: I'm sure there must be something I've done or said that was regretful. Something I forgot to add. Maybe I didn't say "I love you" enough. But in all honesty, this is also something I have no recollection of. I'm sorry- maybe that's my regret then? Maybe-

(there was a break in speach)

-maybe I regret not having regrets. Or, more than that, that I can't remember them.

But I can't say I view myself any differently. Overall, I'll stay the same, even after I've been read time and time again. I'll always love the people around me, you're all so alive all the time. It's amazing!

SL: Honestly, that's starting to make me a little sad. Let's move on! What is the greatest extravagance you allow yourself, even if it doesn’t seem extravagant to others?

YB: Any bookmark that's ever placed inside of me, any fingers that skid across my pages, any form of symbol or love of reading me. I would say that that's the closest thing to extravagance for me. To know I'm read, to know that someone, somewhere loves me.

SL: You speak so poetically.

YB: Well, I am a literary work of art.

SL: Very true. What is your most treasured possession? How did you come to acquire it?

YB: A book such as myself? If I were to have a possession of some kind, and treasure it as humans do, I think I would like a child. I mean, how far off is a child to a mother that a reader to a book?

Haha, thinking about such a thing makes me giddy! To watch someone grow up? I feel like that would be a dream. Seeing how they change, who they choose to be, what kind of choices they'd make! If I were a human, I think I would love to take care of a child.

SL: Haha, not the life for me. But it's nice to see you so enthusiastic. My next question is, do you trust easily?

YB: I feel like it's a yes. Especially compared to human beings, I trust others to such an extent, I'm sure that if I were a human I'd be manipulated and killed. Since I'm a book, I can risk being trusting, though.

SL: So, you understand that a good number of humans manipulate and even kill others. Why do you trust them then? Why do you think so highly of people?

YB: What I love most about humans is how complex they are. If I were to judge someone on those same complexities negatively, then it would go against everything I stand for. And either way, if a killer or manipulator were to read me, I wouldn't know the difference. And I would still choose to love them. They're still human.

SL: And I dont suppose I need to ask who you trust the most?

YB: That would be everyone!!

SL: Haha, yes, I assumed. Alright then, how do you define success and where does your definition come from?

YB: Well, so long as you try, I would say it's a little bit successful. So many humans dont even attempt! And after they've tried, even if they fail, they still did something! But I also understand that most see success and being able to complete the task. I guess it's hard to define, then.

Hrm. Right, where it comes from….uh, I dont really know! I just think humans are neat and far too hard on themselves.

SL: But books aren't too hard on themselves?

YB: Only if they're hardbacked, hehe.

SL: Eyy, I see what you did there! Okay, okay, next question! What are your biggest pet peeves?

YB: Hm. Does not being read count? Haha, I feel like I don't really have a pet peeve. I don't think I've been "alive" long enough to form them.

SL: Have you been around long enough to know if you're an introvert or extrovert?

YB: I would say an extrovert! Being around people is what brings me a form of sentience, after all!

SL: I felt the same way! Oh-

(A pause)

This one is a doozy. What does perfect happiness look like to you?

YB: Oh my. I feel like any kind of life would be perfect happiness. I mean, yeah, there are bad things that happen. Terrible things, even. But do they not make the good times even better? Perhaps I am simply too inexperienced. But even a bad life, I would be grateful for.

SL: I see. And what about your greatest fear? As a book, you must feel something rather unique compared to humans.

(There is a long pause.)

YB: To disappear.

Imagine if I had never existed.

Or that my temporary sentience was merely that. Temporary.

One day, people will stop reading me. That is true death. That is disappearing.

SL: I understand. Is this also what keeps you up all night?

YB: Well. I do not sleep. As I do not have a brain nor a nervous system.

Heh heh.

SL: You jest.

YB: I do. But there isn't much else to fear outside of disappearing or being useless. For a book, at least.

SL: I know many humans who would agree with you. My next question is: is the glass half full or half empty?

YB: Oh, a metaphor! Yes, I am very optimistic. The glass is always half full. 

SL: I can see that! You are very cheerful.

YB: Thank you! Although I do have my moments.

SL: You're not alone there. I have one final question for you! What is a common misconception about you that you’d like to set straight for the record?

YB: Oh, the last question. Hm. I don't believe I know of any misconceptions. I'm sorry, haha! I hope that doesnt make your interview anticlimactic.

SL: Not at all! You've given your honest answers! I'm very proud of you, actually!

YB: What a very nice thing to say. I hope those who read over the interview are as well. Is that odd?

SL: For you? Not at all.

Our interview closes out with the closing of a book cover. While Your Book has yet to have an offical release date, they are more than excited to get out there and be picked up by fellow readers such as you!

We hope this interview has given you all some insight on who Whybee is and the things that they stand for.

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

Making this list made me want to go through my bookmarks, and I was confronted with all the stories I missed! So let's have a round two:

Did I think I got all the royalty and medieval aus last time? Well I was wrong. Allow me to add Through the Fire by hoddypeak. And I saw that I excluded Of Love And Courting by Ch3rryBl0ss0m365 when I mentioning all the medieval aus! This is me remedying that mistake. AND I forgot Forbidden by @chiefhiccstrid.

I keep leaving for look through my bookmarks and finding even more Hiccstrid Royal aus. So let me add The Prince and the Duke by @funkytoesart for some not-gay-tension-one-of-them-just-thinks-it-is-and-the-other-one-is-crying-because-they-don't-think-they're-straight and everyone's an idiot. But they're hot idiots. It's a great read. It's not finished, but maybe if we leave enough comments it'll bring the author back . . .?

no amount of waiting by ghostlybreads. I swear I always forget this and then I find it again and scream because it's so good!

The Caves of Raven Point by AnakinMousestalker, my wonderful beta is a beautiful canon divergence au. His spin with Toothless and Hiccup and Astrid are really interesting and I keep gasping at some of the turns. It isn't finished yet, but he updates pretty consistently.

Do Flight Simmers Dream of Inflight Emergencies and Flying the Friendly Skies by Hyvamethyst are such a good scopes of actual pilot language and lives.

Now for the Hot Married Hiccstrid smut coming up: Masked Rider by csienby3137 is so hot it had me fanning myself and blushing. Who doesn't love a good Domcup, am I right? And how could I not mention Underneath you clothes (there's the man I chose, there's my territory) by LettieB is so good just mmm yes. Oh and Uncovered by Chevalaile while not married Hiccstrid is just so good I couldn't not include it.

OMG I haven't gushed about run past the rivers, run past all the light. Okay, this is sooo good. I'm serious. It's rated the second most viewed fic under the Hiccstrid tag, only under A Thing of Vikings and has now surpassed Persephone and it isn't even a year old yet!!!!!!! AND IT'S SOO GOOD!! I love Stoick in general, but damnit it's so good I want to cry. Stoick loves his boy so damn much. It's a reaction fic to a canon divergence, but not just reading reading the same movie script you've memorized. This person is rewriting the HTTYD franchise and doing a damn good job of it. You're reading two stories at once that are twining so intricately and it's genuinely one of the best fics I've ever read. Whew! I just love that fic a lot, if it wasn't clear by now.

Also I'm surprised I didn't add burning flames or paradise by cloverbloomsinthefield because it's just such a hot enemies to lovers also canon divergence. And of a similar kind of vibe, my own au All's Fair In Love And Dragon Racing

And if you liked my fic, you'll be sure to adore cheddarpenguin's Not-So-Secret

A Decade to Find You by @aleteia-ff is so good I think it made me cry the first time I read it. Right person wrong time perfection.

Anyway I'm nowhere near finished but let's just remind the world of these beauties

HTTYD fans I have milked all the old, classic and iconic fics out there (Thank you authors for giving me these literature pearls). Do you have any recs from the last fews years/present time? Thank you <3

[padfootagain]

Evening Banter

Here we go for a new request for my 5k event! @acciorudolphx requested prompts 1, 3, 5, 7, 9 and 10 for Ben. But as I asked for only 3 prompts maximum, I've cut down the ask and used these three:

3. "You're stealing all the blanket!"

7. "What do you mean you don't like me? We're MARRIED!"

9. "You're kinda hot when you're mad, not gonna lie…"

I hope you like it!! It's just fluffy fluff and cute banter!

Pairing: Ben Barnes x reader

Word Count: 1289

It felt good to have Ben back. After being away for months to shoot one of his projects, it felt so right to finally have him laying by your side in your bed. Along the last months he had spent away, you went to see him a few times, and obviously called each other every day. But it was so different to having him on his side of the bed next to you, in your shared bedroom, in your home. To feel his weight bending the mattress in this familiar curve, and hear his breathing next to you in this room that was your home. With the familiar light of his bedside table shining in his dishevelled black curls, and his sleepy eyes blinking while he tried his hardest to stay awake just long enough to read the end of one more chapter. You could smell his scent by your side more vibrantly than when the perfume was but remnants impregnated in his pillow. His body warmed the covers you were in just the perfect amount. And to all these, the simple fact that he was there, that you could reach for his hand whenever you wanted instead of only seeing him through the pixels of a screen made you feel so happy and safe. You felt like everything in your life was right where it should be once more. Nothing was amiss. Nothing wrong could happen for as long as he was by your side, in this bed, with you.

You watched him, your own book long forgotten resting on your laps, as he finally turned a page and reached a new chapter. He grabbed his bookmark and let out a loud yawn as he put his book away on his bedside table and rubbed his tired eyes. He turned to you with a sleepy gaze that made his eyelids slightly drop on his brown eyes. In the dimly lit room, his irises had turned completely black, and you couldn't see when his irises ended and his pupils began.

He gave you a warm smile, filled with fondness, and just with his expression you knew what thought was forming in his mind even if he didn't speak the words out loud.

It meant I love you.

"I'm gonna turn off the light for tonight, darling," he told you with the softest of tones, his voice unbelievably low and deep. "I'm falling asleep."

"Me too," you nodded, putting your own book away and settling down in your bed.

You turned off your light, and turned to Ben. Your husband had slipped down his pillow to lay down as well, but he had kept his light on for now. He was staring at you with a stupid grin on his face and adoring eyes.

"What?" you asked, shying away a little, despite the fact that you had been together for years.

But then, it was Ben, and he still held all his powers over you.

"I'm glad to be home."

You reached for his hand across the bed, your fingers intertwining and locking together, the same way you had done hundreds of times before, the gesture natural, as if your two hands were meant to hold onto the other.

"I'm glad you're home too," you whispered, offering him a tender smile. "I've missed you so much."

"Me too," he hummed, blinking a few times.

You could tell he was fighting sleep just to look at you for a little longer.

"We should go to sleep, honey. You look exhausted," you said softly, brushing a few strands of his hair away from his face.

"Thanks for the compliment…"

You rolled your eyes at his teasing, closing your own eyes. If you showed him by example, he might finally imitate you and go to sleep.

You felt him moving around in the bed, but didn't hear the little 'click' of the light being turned off. You also felt the blanket move around a lot, so you grabbed your end of it and gave it a firm pull.

"You're stealing all the blanket!" Ben complained by your side.

"I am not! You're shuffling around a lot, that's all."

"You are! And I'm cold!"

You released the blanket, heaving a sigh, but Ben used your movement to properly steal the blanket this time, pulling it off of you completely.

"And who's stealing the blanket now, huh?" you complained, turning to him again with a glare.

"Not me," he grinned mischievously.

"Ben, it's late…"

"I'm just getting comfortable."

You tried to pull on the blanket again, but Ben was pulling harder. And the more he was going at it, the more annoyed you became.

"Ben, I want to go to sleep."

"Alright, I'll give you back the blanket in exchange of a kiss."

"You don't deserve one."

"Ouch…"

"You're so annoying…"

"I love you too, baby."

"Give me that blanket!"

"Give me a kiss," he repeated, an annoying cheeky grin on his lips.

And when he was like this, there was no way you would give in.

"I don't like you enough for that."

He frowned in outrage, his mouth falling open.

" What do you mean you don't like me? We're MARRIED!"

"Don't remind me…"

"Come on, give me a kiss."

"No!"

"Kiss!"

"NO! Back off!" you replied with a laughter distorting your words, but you simply couldn't hold it back any longer.

Ben moved to wrap his arm around your waist, with the same shit-eating grin plastered on his face, and he was so annoyingly cute, it was almost unbearable.

You tried – at least a little – to push him away but Ben was way stronger than you, and he had no trouble pushing you onto your back to lie on top of you, making sure you couldn't move at all.

"You're heavy," you complained, heaving a sigh that you purposefully made more annoyed than you truly were.

"You're kinda hot when you're mad, not gonna lie…" Ben replied.

"Stop flirting with me, it won't work."

"Of course it works, it made you marry me!"

"Hmmm… yeah, forgot about that."

He brushed his nose against yours, and if there was any annoyance left in your body, it vanished under the tender gesture.

"I've really missed you, you know? It was hard being away from you," Ben whispered.

"I've missed you too. Even if you're annoying."

"You mean charming."

"Annoying."

"Charming. That's what you meant."

Before you could fight back, he was leaning down to press his lips to yours, and really, how could you argue against that?

"Right… maybe a little charming," you yielded.

"Hmmm… yeah, very charming."

"Don't push it."

He chuckled, almost giggling while he dropped sweet pecks to your hairline.

"I'm tired," he mumbled against your forehead, holding you closer to him.

You softly stroked his bare back in a soothing gesture, and you felt his muscles relax under your touch.

"We should go to bed, baby."

"Hmmm… yeah."

"Come on, you're too heavy, we can't sleep like this."

"Sorry," he laughed, rolling to his side of the bed again.

He finally turned off his light, and placed back the blanket upon your frame, making sure you were warm and comfortable before resting his head on his pillow and closing his eyes. He loosely held on your waist still, just to feel you by his side, just to make sure you were there and weren't going anywhere. But where would you have gone to? There was no place you would have rather been than by his side.

"Good night, darling. Love you," he whispered in the dark, and you couldn’t refrain a smile at the tender words while bidding him good night as well.

"Sweet dreams, babe. I love you too."

[milf-harrington]

hihi whats your favourite like.. zukka fics that aren't too mainstream?

if that makes sense,,,

hmMM lemme go through my bookmarks and see if there's any bc i can't think of them off the top of my head fkjghd

okay well straight off the bat we've got @onmyliteraturebullshitagain's incredible showstopping wonderful series called 'Midwest Bi Disaster Zukka' which is probably my favourite zukka au out there and i don't see nearly enough people talk about it

it has everything: fake dating, 'there was only one bed', hurt/comfort (emotional AND physical), bitchy zuko, bitchy sokka, bitchy cats, azula and zuko working on their relationship, tenderness, zuko beating up a homophobe at a wedding, angst, learning to communicate, and a lot more i cannot think of right now but it's there

lighthouse beam is one of my favourites, i used to have it saved as a file on my phone so i could read it whenever lmao; it's just zuko falling in love with some guy in his philosophy class and then it turns out that guy likes him back

words: 7 167 | fluffy, zuko is partially deaf, mutual pining, katara as a law student but it's only mentioned but i still like it bc of the way sokka describes it as it being a profession where she gets to yell at people

im p sure this one pops up almost every time someone asks me about zukka fics but born lucky is definitely one of my favourite trans character fics in general. it's just,, so sweet and funny and a goddamn mood

words: 3535, chapters: 3 | funny and fluffy, involves baking and is the reason i spent an entire night binge watching baking shows on netflix, trans zuko, meet-cute in the hospital and then back up meet-cute in the grocery store at 3am

you and i can make it through the night is just about zuko and sokka sharing/swapping beds for various reasons and it's very sweet and nice and romance-y

words: 10 410 | college/university au, roommates, sharing a bed, hurt/comfort, cute, fluffy

only you can ease my mind is a hurt/comfort fic where zuko and sokka are roomies and zuko has a breakdown bc he forgot to write a paper and is Stressed and then sokka helps him

words: 2 708 | fluffy, college/university au, getting together, healthy relationships, lots of love, just very love fuelled

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) is a lil 4 + 1 fic of zuko playing music for people he loves and it's just hella sweet

words: 2 937 | fluff, love declarations, getting together, sibling bonding

slo-fi hip hop radio - (heart)beats to listen/fall for is a kind of social media/neighbour au where sokka is a video game developer (and secretly a lo-fi mixer on youtube), and zuko is the heir to a "pharmaceutical empire" who moves in next door and they mostly communicate via email (and social media)

words: 33 333, chapters: 6 | clown-to-clown communication, neighbours, mutual pining, fluff, humour, light angst, crush at first sight

im sorry if this isn't what you meant, but i hope you enjoy the fics anyway!! it's been awhile since i've actually sat down and read a zukka fic so i'm sorry i don't have more/better ones <3

[andaniellight]

nanago fic recs?

Hi! I've already made a post for that awhile back. :D

Unless you're the same anon and you're, uh, somehow wanting for more from me.....? In that case, this might be the last time you'll be receiving a list of this kind of thing, because I've stopped reading JJK (manga) AND any nanago fic from AO3 for the last two months now, I think? My bookmarks will only contain old stuff from now on, nothing new.

Anyways, here comes nothing. I'm - listing it from the shortest to the longest this time (in word count, I mean)...

1. At 27 you cannot legally be considered a 'catboy' (by sniperi) Notes/Tags: Kinda platonic-ish? Basically, Nanami got turned into a cat. It's fucking hilarious, I still laugh whenever I think about it every now and then.

Word count: 1.9k

2. If tomorrow starts without me (by keouil) (I promise I love this author a normal amount...)

Notes/Tags: Alternate Universe - Apocalypse

Word Count: 2,8k

3. Matched (by rainshowers)

Notes/Tags: Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, Matchmaking. // This one is just so endearing and cute.

Word Count: 4,9k

4. Two Slow Dancers (by sonhoedesrazao)

Notes/Tags: THIS ONE IS NOT FOR MINORS. Getting Together, Friends with Benefits, Unsafe Sex, Mentions of Past SatoSugu and Nanami/Haibara, Canon Divergence - Shibuya but make it fun, Explicit Sexual Content. // That being said... I am eternally OBSESSED with this one. Head over heels, I tell you. I forgot to bookmark it the first time I read it, and had a mental crisis when I belatedly realized my mistake three months later... BUT DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU'RE A MINOR, YOU HEAR ME???

Word Count: 15k

5. Gojo Satoru is A Good Dad series (by Freaky_Fiction)

Notes/Tags: It's a series. Not completed yet, but it's so good. I'm pretty sure lots of people know this series / it's very famous. There are... [squints] 11 works so far.

Word Count: 53k

6. Re: Love (by unburning)

Notes/Tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Single Dad Gojo, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Mutual Pining, Slow Burn, Therapy. // It's written by the same author who wrote this adorable baby Yuuji and papa Nanami fic. It's a freaking novel, you'll either feel intimidated by the word count or intrigued instead! But if you're into a pure romance story with a tooth-rotting domestic act between Nanami and Gojo on a certain point of the story.... this might be the answer to everything you never thought you wanted. MIND THE "THERAPY" TAG, THO. IT IS THERE FOR A HEAVY REASON.

Word Count: 112k

[holmesandtheroman]

🍰📚✏️

This is in response to a fanfic ask game I reblogged a while back (thank you for that m'dear!!!)

🍰 Name one of your fave comfort fics (doesn't have to be your all time fave) - This is SUPER HARD bc a lot of the fics that are in my bookmarks are... dark to say the very least (I've got some WEIRD ships). My current comfort fic is "love should make you feel good" by the illustrious @apomekhanes . It's an Abner/Reader fic and although it's on hiatus, it is so very well written. It's got lovely characterization and an excellent read. It's also good to go back and reread, so I highly recommend it.

📚 Do you read your own fic? - Actually, I just finished reading almost my entire collection on AO3. I like to go back and read my fics every now and again to see how much I've grown as a writer and to make sure my writing is varied in its composition style. I do like to use similar tropes (maybe because I'm lazy, or maybe because I find them interesting, idk take your pick). But also sometimes I read my fic because I genuinely forgot everything I wrote and I'm reading it for the first time 🥴

✏️ Do you write every day? - Hahahahahahaha no. I should bc that's what I want to do for a living (write for television), and I've got PhD applications to write for and I've got a portfolio to build and I've got fics that I need to update, so I really should be writing on SOMETHING every day.

If y'all want to know anything else, I am pretty much an open book and this was fun, so hmu with more of these bc this was really fun!! (The original post with the questions is about 26 posts down if you're looking)

[sgt-peppers-lonely-writer]

Where Is Your Boy- John Lennon

Pairing: John Lennon x reader

Words: 1109

Plot: (requested by @courage-grace-rose) You and John have been friends since you were little and one day at school John's friends decide to have a little fun until John steps up to them.

Warnings: bullying

A/N: OH BOY MY FIRST REQUEST I SERIOUSLY WROTE THIS AS FAST AS I COULD BECAUSE I WAS SOO EXCITED AND I HOPE THIS IS WHAT YOU WANTED (also when thinking of a title the first thing I thought of was Grand Theft Autumn/Where Is Your Boy by Fall Out Boy...)

~

He was known around school as the most troublesome boy that ever was. He always was like that: playing pranks on people, talking back to the teacher, getting into fights ever since you knew him since you were five.

Now you and John Lennon were in high school and let's say it hasn't been like previous years. John was still your friend but he also had a different group who were as mischievous as him. John and his group would pass you in the hallway, the other boys would sneer at you while John grinned and waved. You knew that they didn't like you and wouldn't do anything unless John was around.

And one day John wasn't around.

You were minding your business outside of school, reading a book while sitting on the grass and waiting for John to get out of detention since he wrote a rather inappropriate note just for the math teacher, when the group of boys surrounded you. You looked up at them and smiled, "Are you waiting on John too?"

"Not exactly," one smiled evilly as you put in your bookmark. "John isn't here to save you now."

Another boy grabbed your book and started to rip the pages out of it while two held you back. The leader, the one who spoke to you first decided to go through your bag. You struggled against the two boys, trying to free yourself but they were much stronger than you.

"Lookie here! A journal?!" He snickered as he pulled out a leather binded book. You mentally groaned as you forgot that you placed it in your bag.

"Stop!" You yelled as you tried again to fight against the boys. The leader untied the little ribbon and flipped through it.

"Dear diary," he mocked as he read a page. "I got accepted into choir, isn't that exciting! John's always talking about starting a band so maybe I can sing a few songs with him."

The boys around you started laughing and some of them made some retching noises. Tears were brought to your eyes as you realized that John wasn't here to save you.

"Dear diary," he mocked again, "Tonight was supposed to be some big important dance but I didn't go. I snuck over to Aunt Mimi's and John and I stayed up in his room-"

"Please stop it! Stop!" You cried out.

"-joking about books and music. I've never realized how nice his laugh was or how his eyes sparkled in the light. John has his special little quirks that makes him so unique. He's been my best friend since we were little and I still learn about him more and more each day. That's why I fell in love with-"

"Let her go!" Someone yelled and everyone looked up and saw John, looking rather pissed off.

The two boys holding you immediately dropped you, sending you falling to the ground. You quickly wiped your tears before anyone saw.

"We were just having fun, weren't we, (Y/N)?"

"You call that fun?! She's crying for Christ's sake! They were holding her still!"

"Yeah, all fun and games," the boy smirked. "Besides, I don't understand how your friends with her, did you know that the bitch's in lo-"

John snapped and grabbed the collar of the one who had your diary, making him drop the book out of fear, "Get out before I bash your fucking bloody face in!"

The boys scattered and your diary was page down in the grass. The pages of your reading book were flying across the school yard and your stuff was tossed everywhere.

You stayed on the ground, trying to collect yourself as John quickly went to gather the torn pages from the book. You saw his shoes and you looked up at him, your face red and blotchy.

"I'm sure you can get another copy somewhere, but it's nice to have the pages just in case."

"Thanks," you sniffed while gathering the pages from his hand. You looked back down and skimmed through the pages, trying to put them in order, but you were really just avoiding John. If he heard what you wrote about him...

His shoes disappeared and you let out a shaky sigh of relief. He probably was headed back to Aunt Mimi's or going to beat up the boys who did this to you. You wanted nothing more than to just be alone right now.

But your breath stopped again as the leather bounded book was handed to you, the page still open. At the bottom was a little sketch you drew of John after you admitted your feelings to a book. You quickly swiped it and stood up, trying to gather everything and put it in your bag.

"(Y/N), wait-" he spoke up as you finally put everything in your bag.

"I'm sorry my mom is waiting for me, I'm late for supper. I'll see you tomorrow, ok?" You said quickly while not even looking at him. You went to run but he grabbed your wrist.

"No, let me walk you home."

"John, seriously, I have to go."

He glared at you and you had no choice but to let him walk you home. So you both walked down the street, neither of you saying a word.

He knew, you thought, he knew and he's going to hate you after this. He was going to walk you home and then never talk to you again. Years of friendship wasted all because you caught feelings.

"Did they hurt you?" John asked, trying to start a conversation.

"No," you muttered softly. "Not really."

"I really hope that you can find a new book. I know it was a favorite of yours."

"John, it's ok, really."

You both remained silent until you got to your house.

"Thank you for saving me back there. I guess I'll see you tomorrow, then," you told him.

Before you could leave he leaned down and kissed you gently. You were taken aback by this because you weren't expecting it at all.

He pulled away and ruffled your hair with a faint smile. "I always had feelings for you, birdie. Besides, you're obvious about who you fancy."

"What?" You whispered, still shocked by it all.

"(Y/N), I may be failing calculus but I'm not exactly stupid. Here, take this, I think they know not to mess you you anymore."

John slipped off his jacket and put it in your hands. "I'll see you tomorrow."

And he walked next door to where he lived. You stayed outside and John gave you a wink before going inside.

[honeymoonjin]

Oh my gosh so last night I read Boseong Breakfast because it was on my bookmarks anyway but when I saw the previous ask I was like fuck it I'll read it now I need some honeymoonjin content. O h m y g o d I am OBSESSED. I literally chose to wait until today to tell you about how much I loved it because I wanted to go straight to sleep right after reading it and lo and behold I had a soft Yoongi dream so thank you very much for that magic.

The time I spent reading it was the most peaceful I've felt in forever I'm always so on the go and busy but last night I was just in bed with candles lit reading this and there's really nothing like it.

Everything about the way you wrote it was perfect, I'm obviously very familiar with your writing style so I knew I would love it but it was even better than I thought. The way you wrote Yoongi is exactly how I like to picture him if he wasn't famous. Even if he wasn't my ult bias I still would have been obsessed with the way you wrote him. I got so attached to soft cottage-core Yoongi in such a short space of time that by the time I finished reading a small part of my brain almost forgot that he isn't out there in the countryside running Holly Lodge??

The inclusion of Tae and Jin was also SO well written in I absolutely love how you did that, their characters were amazing and it's honestly genius how you managed to slot them into a story like that.

Can't even think of what else to say now, just, astounding, will read again for sure. Ultimate comfort fic for sure, and the fact that it's a slow burn comfort fic with smut TOO. Wow, if you weren't already my favourite fanfic writer you are now💜💜

oh my goodness i'm tearing up a little bit ;;;;-; first of all thank you for reading and thank you even more for taking the time to write this up for me! that's so sweet of you, and i am super fond of bb yoongi so i always love hearing what people thought about it. if you can read it and feel peaceful and comforted then i'm happy <3

[bloomingcamille]

and so it begins

“Oh, hurry up Camille! We need to read the Duke's letter before Mama and Papa realize he's replied, so we can figure out how we're going to present the news to them!”

“Patience, firefly. You're the one that misplaced the letter opener; the least you can do is hold your peace while you make me do all the work searching for it.”

“Fine, fine. But can't you look any more quickly? The anticipation is killing me.”

“Really? I couldn't tell.”

“Cah-meel! If you have energy to make fun of me, you have energy that should be going toward searching!”

“You sound more and more like our mother with every day that passes, firefly. Take care you don't wake up one day to find you've grown into a lonely old spinster without me to keep you young and keen-witted.”

“Camille-!”

“...found it! You tucked it into that novel I lent you, as a bookmark.”

“Finally! Now can we get to business? I feel like I've been waiting for hours.”

“It was minutes, at most. And quiet down so I can read without getting distracted.”

“You started without me? Camille!”

“...”

“Camille?”

“...my apologies, it's just that His Grace's reply was so eloquently written, it took my breath away.”

“Really? He didn't seem like the sort of man who was good with words, but I guess appearances can be deceiving.”

“Why don't you see for yourself?”

“I—I don't understand. ‘I've no need for a woman who will love me, Lady Camille? Our marriage will take place in two weeks time? The terms still stand?’ Isn't he agreeing to your request? Which means there's going to be a marriage, his marriage! Shouldn't he be...I don't know, more excited? You're a catch!”

“Nobody but you thinks that, firefly.”

“You have a suitor, Camille! I'm sure Silas agrees with me!”

“I have a fiancé now, nobody else. I've already spoken about this matter with Viscount Greymoore, so he'll understand. I still plan to write him a letter, before the wedding invitations are sent out. He deserves that much.”

“You two have been on a first name basis for years, and he's the Viscount to you already? ”

“Until the wedding takes place, yes. There's an order to these things, one that doesn't bear breaking. You've heard what the Blackwoods are like, likely in much greater detail than I have cooped up at home. Their reach is far and wide, and I've no doubt they've been keeping eyes and ears trained on us ever since the Duke first thought of proposing to you. I won't do anything to jeopardize this arrangement, and neither will you.”

“You—you don't actually have to do this if you don't want to. I can write to the Duke again, I can work something out. It's me he really wants, so I'm sure he won't refuse. Just pass me another sheet of paper and-”

“And what exactly do you think that will accomplish, Anabelle? You were the one to come to me for help, which I agreed to immediately. You were the one that told me you could only love Elijah and no other, you were the one who begged me to save you from His Grace. Is this how strong your resolve is? As soon as you see that the Duke's response isn't word for word what you'd hoped for, your backbone crumbles away and you fold? This is what you wanted, Anabelle, and what I've worked toward in your name. You could at least pretend to be happy.”

“Oh, I—I didn't realize that was how you felt. I'm sorry, Camille. I'll, um, I'll just go, okay? I'm sorry.”

“Are you crying? Oh, firefly, come here. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to raise my voice at you.”

“I just wanted...I don't know what I wanted. I was so caught up by the thought that our parents were forcing me to marry him that I forgot your help would mean you would be forced to marry him. I don't want that either, Camille, I'm sorry. You know I don't want that, right? I'd never ask you to do something like this. I mean, I did, but not because-”

“Hush, firefly, and put these thoughts out of your mind. I penned that letter of my own accord; nobody forced me to send it. I'd already planned on doing something of the sort as soon as we received Duke Blackwood's suit, so there's no need to go blaming yourself. You have a future, a bright, happy one, and it will come to pass even if I'm not there to advise you through it.”

“That sounds like you think you're going to die. Camille, you don't think you're going to die, right?”

“...no, of course not. I only meant that I'm going to become the Duchess Blackwood in short order, and won't be in a position to lend you my aid as readily as I do now. You have to listen well to Mother and Father from here on out, alright? You had room to shirk your lessons before this point, but I won't be there to give you the leeway I used to. You're the future Baroness, and perhaps even a Countess if the Wellsleys agree to merge our lands together once you and Elijah join hands in marriage. You need to keep that in mind, firefly.”

“Okay, okay, I will. I promise I will.”

“Good, I'll hold you to it. Now go wash your face, you can't present yourself to our parents in this state, and I need some time to think of what we're going to say to them when they return from their outing. Everything will be fine, firefly, don't fret. I'll make it so.”

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The Bucketlist

Mini-Series of Short Stories

St. Valentines Day [EN]: Chapter 3

Dorian waited at the house and later, he heard a knock.

He thought it was who he expected but to his confusion, it was someone different and unfamiliar when he opened the door.

"You're too much handsome to be my cousin. Where's Gisela? Is she here? Why are you just staring at m-? O.M.G. Are you number 6?!" The woman almost screamed at his face.

"G-gisela, is that her name?" He asked.

This is a beginning of the end for the things he thought would last.

"Sorry I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Merian. See? You don't even know my cousin's name! You are so number 6!" He's more confused than ever.

He did not answer.

"Oh my bad, you see, Gisela has this list of task, that I don't know what for, but I saw that mission number six is to sleep with a random guy and leave him clueless afterwards." The woman explained.

He did not answer.

He was just not talking.

All he felt was rage and eagerness to confront Gisela, and speak of the devil.

She's here.

"Little Dino, I'm back, with hope. And the fish smells really goo-..." Piggy stopped on her tracks when she saw her cousin.

"So you're back 'GISELA'. I guess you can now call me Dorian, the rising-star druggie, or Mr. Number '6' on your stupid list. Am I just a stop-over to pass by, a task to complete or a mission to accomplish?!" He's furious.

Gisela slowly walked toward Dorian, looking at his face carefully.

"God. H-how did I not recognize you? You're the rising rookie singer and actor that had a controversial... Drug scandal." Gisela said in her lowest tone, almost whispering the last sentence.

"Do you believe them? You know what, don't answer. Did you plan this all along?! Why am I still betting on this?! Am I that disposable and replaceable to you Gisela?!" He said fuming.

"No, it's not like that. But you don't need to know my excess baggages. It's best for us to just go on our separate lives. Just trust me. It's for you own good. You need to keep distance, get used to not being with me and staying away from me as much as you c-..." She was cut off by the man.

"You know what's good for me? You! Is it my fault that I have learned to love you in the process of fixing ourselves?!" The man confessed as Gisela's eyes water and her face streamed with her own tears.

"I didn't ask for you to fall in love with me! I just want you to believe in me!" She screamed.

"What more proof do you need? In this messed up life, you're the only thing that I could believe in the most. Is it wrong to fall in love with you this much, this early?!" Dorian yelled back.

"Y-you need to leave. I-I don't feel the same for you. It's impossible for me to love a d-drug addict." Gisela firmly said the opposite of what she really feels.

But she had to finish what needs to be done.

With that, the man packed his things and left without saying a word.

A year after, Gisela moved back into the city again and was offered a script-writing job.

Her cousin is so happy that Gisela's trying to get her life back.

Gisela got out of their apartment with a light make up and a hair in messy bun, wearing a gray coat and a tucked-in black spaghetti-strap top with a white floral skirt.

She's meeting her cousin on her way to work, the work place is just a few blocks away and she's way too early to take a cab.

"What a beautiful lady. With that bod, no boss can neglect you." Merian said.

"Your statement reminded me of someone. Nevermind. Let's not ruin my first day of work. Shall we?" Gisela said.

They continue to converse while walking.

"I'm really sorry for what happened between you two, you could have been a nice couple. Based on what you looked like when I found you on that island, it seemed that guy's giving you great 'after-sex glow' and radiance. Is he that good at fu-..." Merian  was cut off.

"Can you stop saying 'sorry' for the Nth time? We cannot change what happened. You did not know, therefore, it's not your fault. Let's leave it at that. You know what? I almost cursed you due to your potty mouth and judgemental statements. Nevermind. By the way, congrats for giving birth to a cute, bouncing baby girl." Gisela greeted her cousin.

"You have not told anyone the purpose of the list, but if you're really ill or not feeling well to live your life, why not get yourself checked? Or have you already secretly done it? Is that why you're like this?" Gisela just stared at Merian, trying to process her answer.

Then, Merian's phone rang.

"O-oh... Can you hold the baby for a moment? I just have to take this call." Gisela nodded as Merian let her carry the baby.

The baby cried and she tried to stop it.

Then a man approached her.

"Long time, no see. So who's the lucky father?" The man asked.

She's kind of expecting who the man is and she doesn't wanna turn her head...

But she did, just to confirm her assumptions...

"D-dorian?" The man nodded smiling to her.

"If you're referring to this kid, this is not mine. It's my cousin's. I wouldn't even dream of adopting one. I'm a hell of a burden, right?" She said to him forcing to laugh a bit.

Like nothing ever happened.

Dorian smiled back bitterly.

"So, this is goodbye again. S-see you when I see you." He said as he turned around and walked away.

When Merian got back, she almost screamed as she recognized the guy who just talked to her cousin.

"Oh my freakin' hell! Is that the famous singer and actor Dorian West?! The guy you were with before?! Are you guys seeing each other again?!" She cheerfully screeched.

"We're not even together Merian." She said.

Merian just shrugged at Gisela's statement.

After a few walks, Gisela and Merian parted ways.

She then entered a huge studio with an elegant set-up.

She never expected that she can work in a big-time project like this.

She has dreamt of being a writer, now here she is.

Fulfilling that dream.

Her eyes widen when she saw the man she was talking to earlier.

The man was wearing a leather jacket, white shirt and a plain denim pants.

He was holding a lighter and a box of cigarettes.

He just came in from the smoking area.

'Hell, he's still a chainsmoker.' Gisela thought.

The man was also almost taken aback when he saw the writer that he thinks the director was talking about...

"I guess closure is not closure then. You got hotter." He said...

"Dorian?" Gisela was shocked.

"Well, I'm waiting for your secret skin care regimen..." Dorian joked.

"W-well, I guess I'm a late bloomer. Kidding. But I really think I got fatter. Between the two of us, one did stand out and succeeded. You're now a famous star. I accepted the job they offered me for I'm nothing without writing. Compared to you, I'm just a Dog-poop." Gisela said.

"Well, I'm still a so-called Scumbag and Asshole in this industry but why care? I'm willing to help you in anyway I can. Since I guess, you're the one who wrote the film and they have chosen your story. We will be working together for a long time 'cause I will be playing the lead." She was astonished by what the smirking guy said.

"Wait, you know our new writer?" Jameson, one of the staff, asked Dorian.

"Yes, my previous nurse." Dorian stated looking at her.

"What?! She gave up speding all her years in Med-school for writing?!" The staff exclaimed.

"Yes, her work is amazing. And no, she gave it up to get away from a certain thing in the past... That we should not talk about." Dorian defended her.

"Guys, listen up! Meet our new writer Ms. Gisela Valentine, I've read her storyline, it's great! Now we're sure of the leading man but who would be the leading lady?" The director declared.

"Why not the one who wrote her own story? Our story." Dorian said like it pertains to Gisela and their tragic separation.

"He's kidding. Go on Director." Gisela said with subtle awkwardness.

"Oh, I think I know the right person, somebody sent an audition clip. We have a prime actress in the house, Catherine Vergara is on board. She'll be arriving here later to shoot. Time to get you all moving and improving. Focus on the prize guys! Go, go, go!!!" The director said.

With that they all parted and worked their assess off...