#im sobbing there’s no fucking way 😭😭😭 THE POETRY

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“Very well ser. I thank you for your time and honesty,” you said politely, a fake smile plastered over your face. Of course he didn’t love you. Why hadn’t you seen it before? You were too young, too inexperienced for a man like him. He thought nothing more of you than a silly girl with a crush. Worse, he probably only thought of you as a job, a chore, a burden.

She like me, a jumper, jumping to conclusions like nobody's business

You heard the sound of Harwin’s armor clinking softly as he bowed. The creak of the door signaled his exit. Only then did you collapse onto the floor and let out a sob that wracked your whole body. Tears continued to spill until no more could come forth. Your eyes felt heavy, and soon sleep overcame you.

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“I would say unhand the lady, but I took the liberty of doing that for you.” Harwin spat at him, taking your arm forcefully. “You are lucky no more will come from this, rapist. If the lady wasn’t present, you would have a lot more to lose.”

He's so RAHHH I WANT HIM

The sounds of the city began to dwindle as the two of you started to get closer to the castle walls. Harwin had yet to acknowledge you, save the vice grip he continued to have on your arm. Timidly, you began to test the waters. You tapped on his shoulder and waited for him to turn around, to no avail.

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“We are not speaking.” Was his reply.

“Please do not be angry. I did not write anything that would implicate that you did not perform your duties well. In fact, I asked if you could be promoted to the Commander of the City Watch. You would be an excellent commander, even now I can see how well you can handle the brutishness of the city. It would mean a higher wage and nicer quarters as well.” You stopped and looked at him in the eyes. “I only want good things for you, Ser Harwin. Many thanks for taking such good care of me these years. Gods know that you are due for a promotion after all this time in a position you never asked for, nor wanted. I should’ve vouched for you a lot sooner, and spared you from my company.”

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“Realize what, may I ask, princess?” Harwin said with an exasperated sigh.

“That you detest me.” You said, cocking your head to the side with confusion. Then you righted yourself, as you had another epiphany. “I know why you are upset.”

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“First, my lady, please do not ever insinuate again that I would ever take offense at a woman acting in my interest. A woman brought me into this world. I have nothing but respect for your kind, and I would’ve hoped that you knew that of my character.”

I want him im going to explode

“And then I met you. The tamest Targaryen. The quiet beauty. Very obviously overlooked, and I could tell in a sense that you enjoyed that. [...]

Me but also not me

The look on your face confirmed that for him, and he continued. “I knew instantly I had found my purpose. To guard the rarest gem. To keep you safe, to love you in all the ways I could. Listening to you recite poetry and bringing you small plates when you grew hungry. Guiding you to your chambers after long nights. You were absolutely divine and I swore to defend you no matter what.”

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“Targaryen red never suited you my love, I hope a diamond will suffice.” He said with a grin.

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The White Sheep - Harwin Strong X Reader

You are the second born daughter of King Viserys, often referred to as the White Sheep, as you are too pure to be reminiscent of the black and red colors of your family. You fall in love with your personal guard, Harwin Strong. But when he rejects you, you seek to mend your broken heart in the streets of Kings Landing.

(This is the first fic I’m posting on tumblr! Apologies if the formatting is wacky because I’m on mobile! Hope you like it! Angst with a happy ending because I’m a sucker for it, also slight violence/creepy assholes are mentioned)

The evening had been a long one. A feast, followed by rounds of drinking and dancing, welcomed esteemed guests to Kings Landing. Many of them had hoped to grab either yours or your older sister Rhaenyra’s attention. After all, being one of the daughters of the ailing king who had no sons to offer his realm, it became apparent that one of you would rule the Seven Kingdoms one day, at least for a time. Men salivated at the thought of the wealth and prosperity that would be promised by your hand in marriage. All who tried to win your hearts failed miserably, each attempt fizzling out quicker than the one before it as the two of you grew weary of the men vying for your time. You gave up long before your sister and you tried not to note the look of disappointment on your father’s face when you asked for your personal guard, Ser Harwin, to escort you to your chambers. He certainly did not believe the lie you fed him about having caught a chill from the night air, but after several goblets of wine, the king could not have argued if he wanted to. At least not articulately.

Usually you and your knight would discuss the suitors (and all of their shortcomings) in much detail on the walk back into the castle. There would be laughter and giggles and you would fall into a similar stride before you bid each other goodnight. Sometimes he would even sneak in for a nightcap, enjoying a drink or two and spending time conversing with you until the early hours of the morning. However, this time was different.

This event felt more serious to you. There were men that spoke to you with a tone that was entirely too comfortable, as if they expected that you would accept a proposal if it were offered. They knew certain things that you liked, or didn’t. It was clear that someone was feeding them information in an attempt to make you feel more at ease in their presence. Your father wanted you married, and you couldn’t deny him much longer. But deep down you knew that you didn’t want to marry any of the lords on display tonight. The brazen ones, the old lords with aging hair or the young ones full of bravado and unchecked confidence, the ones who couldn’t hide their interest in the jewels you wore, and even the ones who seemed perfectly nice and proper.

You wanted to marry your knight.

Ser Harwin.

Your feelings for him were strong and they always had been. The day you two became introduced was seared into your memory. Curly brown hair that fell above his shoulders, deep cerulean eyes, a voice as gentle as honey but at the same time rough like the sand. You were transfixed. But if he were simply just handsome, your feelings might have been fleeting, chased away by thoughts of your respective duties. But Harwin was so much more than his looks. He was charming and he had a quick wit about him. Aside from your sister, you rarely had the pleasure of interacting with someone who wasn’t afraid of showing you their true personality, and Harwin was always his authentic self. He was courteous and kind but also lively, full of quips and quiet barbs that never failed to make you laugh. Your personal guard soon became your dearest friend and confidant, and your love only grew deeper from there.

You had been described as the white sheep of your family. Typically one would say black, but you were always described as pure and chaste, the traditional black and red colors of your family not matching your nature. Even your fury had a quietness to it. Having a fiery firstborn sister like Rhaenyra meant that you were hardly noticed or mentioned as an afterthought. Which hardly bothered you, as the freedom your sister so badly craved was almost second nature to you. Although still bound by duty and shackled by royalty, you were afforded much more privacy, whether you chose to hide in the expanse of a library or the greens of the gardens. There was a comfort in aloneness, but there were times where it was too much to bear, where it started to creep into the territory of being forgotten. But Harwin chased away any feelings of loneliness simply by being in the room with you. He made you feel seen, appreciated, even loved.

“We have arrived, princess.” Harwin said quietly, breaking you from your thoughts. Something was off about him too. He hadn’t said a word the whole way back to your room. You didn’t know if you should take comfort in that or not.

“So we have.” You felt a sudden rush of adrenaline course through you, like a flash of fire in your belly. He had to know how you felt. And if not now, then when? Time to talk of these matters was beginning to dwindle, and you knew it. “Would you join me for a moment, Ser Harwin?”

He hesitated. There was a playfulness between you two that he had to come to expect. If things were still truly lighthearted in nature, you wouldn’t have had to ask. You would’ve grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside already. The first time you had done so he was rightfully alarmed, squabbling about the indecency of it all, but it became such a regular occurrence that he began to just shake his head and take his place in one of the tufted arm chairs that adorned your room.

“The hour has grown late. You should retire soon, princess.” He said gently.

“Please ser,” your voice was heavy and thick with emotion, “I must talk with you.”

Harwin sighed and made a motion for you to enter first. He closed the door behind the two of you and stood in front of it.

The fire inside you started to die, washed away with waves of dread. You didn’t know how to broach the subject, and so you stood there awkwardly, wringing your hands until you mustered the courage to speak. “My father wishes for me to marry.”

Harwin nodded in agreement. “Every man wishes to see his daughter contented with marriage. You knew this day would come. Your father has more at stake compared to others in this same situation. Of course he’s going to try and introduce you to suitors, princess.”

“I do not wish to marry them. I do not love them.”

“My lady-“

“I love you, Ser Harwin.”

Harwin’s expression was unreadable. He had never looked so serious, at least in your presence. You watched him swallow and clear his throat, shifting uncomfortably against the door. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath before flashing you a small smile. “You flatter me, princess.”

It wasn’t the reaction you were hoping for, but you were undeterred. “I do not intend flatter you ser. I only speak the truth. I love you, Harwin Strong. I want to be your wife.” You approached him and took one of his gloved hands, placing it against your cheek as you looked up at him. He let out a heavy sigh, closing his eyes again as he stroked your cheek softly. You leaned into his touch and took another step closer, only to be met with him pulling his hand back to place it gingerly on your shoulder, holding you in place.

“My princess, I’m afraid you may be confusing love with infatuation.” Harwin spoke barley above a whisper. His expression was pained, which did nothing to ease the sensation of your heart breaking. “You are so young. There are men who are more suited to be your partner than me. You’ll come to understand this.”

“Very well ser. I thank you for your time and honesty,” you said politely, a fake smile plastered over your face. Of course he didn’t love you. Why hadn’t you seen it before? You were too young, too inexperienced for a man like him. He thought nothing more of you than a silly girl with a crush. Worse, he probably only thought of you as a job, a chore, a burden. All of those memories of his company that once brought you great happiness were tainted with the thought of him counting down the minutes until he could leave. You would not waste his time any longer, you decided.

“The hour has grown late, as you said. I shall bid you goodnight.” You turned and faced the fireplace, hot tears streaming down your face. You bit down on your lip to swallow a sharp cry that threatened to spill forth. Despite your best efforts, Harwin knew immediately how upset you were. He took a step closer to you and began to speak again.

“Princess-“

“Goodnight, Ser Harwin.” You said coldly, not turning to look at him.

You heard the sound of Harwin’s armor clinking softly as he bowed. The creak of the door signaled his exit. Only then did you collapse onto the floor and let out a sob that wracked your whole body. Tears continued to spill until no more could come forth. Your eyes felt heavy, and soon sleep overcame you.

You refused to be seen by your handmaidens the next morning. You also refused breakfast. The only good thing about this affliction of the heart was that it gave credence to your “chill of the night” excuse that you gave your father the evening before.

You did not leave your room the entire day.

When the day had waned and night was beginning to fall, someone knocked on the door and inquired about dinner. Your stomach rumbled at the thought but your appetite immediately soured at the thought of Harwin being outside the door. You declined dinner as well.

Your sister insisted on a maester being sent in to examine you but you managed to charm your way out of that as well. You just wanted to be alone.

You walked over to your window at one point and took in a view of the kingdom as it lit up the dark.

Harwin had practically implied that you were too inexperienced to be his woman. That you were a spoiled, privileged princess that did not know anything of the real world.

That was going to change, tonight.

You sent word for one of your handmaidens to see you at once. You gnawed at your fingernails as the moments passed until finally you heard a small timid knock at your door. You practically pulled her inside by her arm, closing the door quickly in case your knight was waiting outside.

“My lady, we have been worried about you today.” The handmaiden spoke softly. “Are you ill? Can I send for anything for you?”

“I just need your clothes.” You said quickly, trying to ease the confused look on her face with a dismissive wave. “I promise I will take good care of them. I will give you one of my jeweled necklaces as a thank you. This means a lot to me.”

Excited by the promise of your jewelry, the young girl nodded furiously and started to disrobe. You gave her one of your nightdresses to change into and told her to wait several moments before returning to her quarters. After she left, you took great care into tucking your hair into the white cap that she had left you. It amazed you that once you had hidden your signature Targaryen locks and changed your dress that you went from Princess of Dragonstone to handmaiden, all except for the hint of lilac in your eyes.

Your sister had taught you how to escape from the Red Keep before, and even though it had been years, you weaved through the damp tunnels expertly. Once you were outside the main gates, you paused. This was the farthest you had ever gotten before. Rhaenyra was much more adventurous than you, and after she failed to persuade you to join her, she would take off anyway. You admired her fearlessness as you watched her disappear down the road until she was out of sight. You would always wait for her to return, curled up in a cloak as the night air nipped at you. She never chided you for not coming. If anything, when she would come back she would reward you with some little trinket, joking that you were the better of the two and you deserved something for it.

Your sister would have an entire evening of freedom and exhilaration, and you would choose the comfort of the steps of your home, every time.

Not this time.

You hurriedly rushed down the same road your sister took all those years ago, your fears and doubts biting at your insides until you reached the outskirts of Kings Landing. The darkness of night ebbed away with torches and lanterns that were lit in the city streets. You were amazed at how many people were up at the late hour. Men and women drinking, laughing, crowding the roads as they made their way towards taverns and street shows. Vendors offering cooked meats and shoddy jewelry. Drunkards spitting and coughing up their wine, couples intertwined and dancing as bards filled the night air with love songs. It was all too much, too fast, but you were determined to drink it up. Hesitant, you were light on your feet as you took in all of the sights as fast as you could, maneuvering through different alleys as you continued your journey. The farther away you were from home, the better you began to feel. A caged princess, finally experiencing life. Gone were the thoughts of a dutiful, handsome knight who wanted nothing to do with you, banished by the adrenaline of new sights and sounds. You rounded a corner and found yourself in an alleyway that seemed far less lit than the others you came from.

“A handmaiden? A bit surprising to see one of you out and about, aren’t you supposed to stay inside the Red Keep at all times?” You froze, turning to find the owner of the low, ominous voice. A man, who couldn’t be that much older than you, was leaning against a back wall, most of his form still shrouded in darkness.

“Excuse me sir?” You said, internally wincing at how meek you sounded.

“You’re a servant. You’re supposed to stay put, in case you need to serve.” He pushed himself off of the wall and made his way over to you. The first thing you noticed about him was his smell, his breath reeked of ale. Still, the way he approached you was similar to a wolf stalking it’s prey, and you began to feel fear pooling in the pit of your stomach. You hadn’t thought to bring a weapon.

“I’ve seen a few of you out before during the day, fetching things for your ladies. But what could you be doing out in the city during an hour so late? You must’ve snuck out, haven’t you?” He snaked one hand around your waist, drumming his fingers against the velvet skirt of your gown.

“Leave me alone, ser. I have places to be.” You said firmly.

“Insolent. I pity you though, such a pretty little thing without anyone to protect her. I’ll make sure you get home safe, in exchange for your company for the rest of the night.” He smirked, tightening his grip on you. Frantically, you turned your head to look for any passerby to scream for. Immediately sensing your distress, his hand gripped your neck tightly in attempt to silence you before you could try.

“Brat. I’ll remind you what it means to serve.” He snarled.

A quick flash of silver appeared before your eyes before you heard the soft squelch of flesh. Scarlet blood splattered against the white cream fabric of your corset. The man’s hand had been sliced clean off with a sword. He let out the loudest howl you had ever heard as he collapsed back onto the dirt. Quickly, you turned to face the man who attacked him and your blood ran cold. Harwin Strong was wiping his sword clean with a cloth, glaring down at the sniveling man with the burning hatred of a thousand suns. You had never seen this blind fury from him before. You stood rooted to the spot, partly in fear from what would happen next.

“I would say unhand the lady, but I took the liberty of doing that for you.” Harwin spat at him, taking your arm forcefully. “You are lucky no more will come from this, rapist. If the lady wasn’t present, you would have a lot more to lose.”

Harwin’s grip on you was painful but you were too scared to do anything more than follow him as he weaved his way through the crowds, signaling his approach with a grunt to warn others to move out of his way. You earned a couple of a looks from different folk, some of them murmuring about what trouble you must be in for a white cloak to have apprehended you. You tried your best to hide under your bonnet and keep your eyes focused on the road ahead of you. Your night of freedom had nearly cost you your virtue and you were in a significant amount of trouble, should Harwin choose to rat you out to your father.

The sounds of the city began to dwindle as the two of you started to get closer to the castle walls. Harwin had yet to acknowledge you, save the vice grip he continued to have on your arm. Timidly, you began to test the waters. You tapped on his shoulder and waited for him to turn around, to no avail.

You cleared your throat. “Harwin?”

“We are not speaking.” Was his reply.

“What?”

“I said no speaking. I am so angry with you that I do not trust my words.” He said plainly, almost indifferently. Anger started to bubble inside you.

Why the hell was he angry with you? He made it abundantly clear that he did not return your affections. You had spent the entire day pouring over your time together, and each memory led to the realization that you were the instigator. You asked him to be your guard. You asked for his company. You pulled him into your chambers for more time with him, and he used to object to it before giving in to your whims. You were blind to it before, but it was evident that you had essentially held the man hostage in your life. And you wanted no more of it.

“Angry with me? Why? What I do in my own time is no business of yours-“

“Except that it is!” He roared. I am your knight, your sworn protector, and you left the safety of the Keep! How the hell is that not my business?”

Your eyes widened.

You had forgotten to send your letter.

“I am so sorry ser,” you said timidly. Your eyes were cast down, so you didn’t notice the way he flinched at your formality and the softness of your voice. “It slipped my mind this day, I genuinely was not feeling well. I had written a letter to my father, asking for you to be absolved of this role.”

Stunned, Harwin could only watch as your wrought your hands together with nervousness. “Please do not be angry. I did not write anything that would implicate that you did not perform your duties well. In fact, I asked if you could be promoted to the Commander of the City Watch. You would be an excellent commander, even now I can see how well you can handle the brutishness of the city. It would mean a higher wage and nicer quarters as well.” You stopped and looked at him in the eyes. “I only want good things for you, Ser Harwin. Many thanks for taking such good care of me these years. Gods know that you are due for a promotion after all this time in a position you never asked for, nor wanted. I should’ve vouched for you a lot sooner, and spared you from my company.”

“I decline.” He said, firmly.

“I must insist,” you said, smiling sadly. “Again, I am sorry I did not realize sooner.”

“Realize what, may I ask, princess?” Harwin said with an exasperated sigh.

“That you detest me.” You said, cocking your head to the side with confusion. Then you righted yourself, as you had another epiphany. “I know why you are upset.”

“Wha-“

“You are slighted because I am a woman and I am deciding your future, is that not correct? If you do not need my letter-“

“No more talking.” Harwin said bristly. He took your arm and took you off the path towards the Red Keep, which you could see looming in the distance. He led you through a dense thicket, pushing at branches as he made his way to a small creek that bubbled past calmly. It seemed like he knew this area and had been here before. To your surprise, he placed both hands on your shoulder to keep you steady before dropping to his knees in front of you.

“First, my lady, please do not ever insinuate again that I would ever take offense at a woman acting in my interest. A woman brought me into this world. I have nothing but respect for your kind, and I would’ve hoped that you knew that of my character.”

Before you could speak, he took both of your hands in his and squeezed gently, a silent plea for you to let him finish. “I know that what I said last night has planted seeds of doubt in your mind. And for that, I am sorry. What I said was not a rejection, or a dismissal, despite what you may have felt. In good conscience, when I thought about the differences of our statuses, and what I could offer you, I deemed it was best to gently remove myself from your consideration. I could not imagine that being the heir to Harrenhal was enough to persuade your father into taking me as a son-in-law. I wanted to save both of us the anguish of being told we could not love each other.”

He looked down momentarily, only to meet with your eyes again, tears starting to form as he spoke with thick emotion. “But by the gods, was I wrong. I hate myself for implying that your love for me could be fleeting. The sounds of your crying pricked at my heart and I wanted nothing more than to hold you in my arms. Knowing that I had done that to you, it still wounds me, even now.”

He sniffled and shook his head slightly, casting aside the tears that fell. You were still absolutely bewildered by this encounter. Harwin had shared many sides of himself that you were certain many were not as fortunate to see, but you had never seen him so emotional. You had surely never seen him cry.

He cleared his throat and continued again once he regained composure. “When I first came to the estate, I knew I wanted purpose, in whatever form that it came in. But in my short time in Kings Landing, I had already begun to detest it. The nobles were stuffy and the townsfolk deplorable, in a general sense. I was surrounded by so much filth. I found small pockets to escape in, such as this one, and I found beauty in them, but I was not tasked with defending a creek. But I knew I could do my job well enough, no matter the circumstances.”

“And then I met you. The tamest Targaryen. The quiet beauty. Very obviously overlooked, and I could tell in a sense that you enjoyed that. But the way your eyes met mine, that first day we met, it was like you were asking me to know you, and instantly it felt like I had. I don’t think you know this, but I asked to be your guard before you requested it.”

The look on your face confirmed that for him, and he continued. “I knew instantly I had found my purpose. To guard the rarest gem. To keep you safe, to love you in all the ways I could. Listening to you recite poetry and bringing you small plates when you grew hungry. Guiding you to your chambers after long nights. You were absolutely divine and I swore to defend you no matter what.”

“Do you think me a child, Ser Harwin?” You asked quietly. His words were as sweet as cherry wine, but you also worried that perhaps his love was not romantic, but more born from duty and respect. You were after all, the white sheep, and it would make sense for a man as honorable as Harwin to be drawn to you, only to become devoted to your protection.

Harwin smiled and brought one of your hands to kiss it. “Not in the slightest my lady. There’s a difference between being demure and innocent and being naive. You are no child, you are no fool. I only refused your offer because I thought you deserved better. Never because I doubted your conviction. In my attempt to be gentle, I made you feel so low about yourself. Again, I am sorry.”

“What do we do now?” You said softly, staring back into his deep blue eyes. “You do not want to join the city watch, but you do not want my hand-“

“My dearest love, I have rambled on for far too long, because the reason I am on my knees is to ask for your hand.” Harwin said plainly. You let out a small gasp as Harwin produced a small ring, embedded with a white gem in the center.

“Targaryen red never suited you my love, I hope a diamond will suffice.” He said with a grin.

“You are asking me to be your wife?” You said, a hint of incredulousness in your voice.

“Yes my dear lady. Exactly as you said. I am asking you. Your opinion matters most. I will deal with our fathers after the fact, but this is and should be your decision. It may take convincing but ultimately I do believe your father loves you enough to ensure your happiness. I just may need to bring you along to sing my praises.” Harwin held up the ring to you again. “Please, my greatest love. Honor me by allowing me to be your husband. Forgive me for being a fool and denying you. I swear to be yours and only yours for as long as I live.”

You nodded and extended your hand for him, allowing him to slide the ring onto your finger. When you let out a small, happy giggle, a huge grin washed over his face as he stood up and lifted you in his arms, spinning you around as he held you close. His lips were upon yours in an instant, flooding you with a feeling of warmth as he pressed kiss after kiss to your lips, leaving them red and tender.

“I have the most beautiful lady wife in the seven kingdoms!” He practically howled.

When he put you down, his smile faded into a tight line. “Who is also in a world of trouble, sneaking off into the city. That is the first and only time you pull a stunt like that. You will never cause me such grief again.”

“I am sorry, lord husband.” You said wrapping your arms around him and resting against his chest.

“You mustn’t look at me with those big beautiful eyes. I forget my anger when you look at me like that.” He said quietly, his fingers cradling your face.

“You’ve told me your weakness, Harwin. Now that is your mistake.” You said with a grin. He peered down at you and pressed his forehead to yours.

“I’m beginning to suspect you are not as pure as you present yourself, dear lady of mine.”

“I never was.”

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GOD im gonna miss yj and hs SO MUCH they were thee main slayers, the only ones that mattered, created romance, etc 😭😭😭😭

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not saying shit about friends to lovers anymore they healed my aversion for that trope because normally i find it really lazy and boring but they made it extremely personally interesting and fun and emotional

have a lot of thoughts about them that makes not really any sense but anyway........ first of all food is one of their love languages.... all the parallels they had over the 16 eps........ the way they are different yet similar in what they crave and that they are really lonely people but show it in different ways. also, 80% of the time their outfits matched each other. from the colors to the fabric and outfit choices like it's so on point.

LIKE I NEED A PRE AND POST-FINALE 400k+ fic of them??????????? WHERE IS IT YOU ALL WHERE IS MY LONG FIC OF THEM?? I need it so badly like i need to read about the 1 year time skip and the few weeks before the time skip and i need an alternative scene of him barging into the room and hugging her while she's sobbing and him sobbing with her and them being together and falling asleep tired as hell over crying the whole time in holding onto each other. and the awkward first few moments and i need the whole mind map that went into them dating and what kind of dates they had and what they did and what they talked about. the wedding and them being married and having babies and they're gonna make like 5 babies because the more the better. (also, it would have been cute if we had gotten a tiny lil flashback scene with younger YJ+HS like that would have been cute but.......... )

like before CIL i was a big S**gJ**n anti like i disliked his ass because he was always playing assholes that are just massive dicks but in a shitty kind of way........ i did not give a single f about that guy i watched him in a few dramas/ movies and he was always MEHHHHHHHHH boring and uninteresting to me (mostly because he was miscast in all his roles) and CIL literally made me a believer. like the fucked up and dry bleached tips of the hair and the messy all-around persona?????? SEXI to me i want him i need him?????? pathetic loser calm guys that are just there and don't do much???????? and him working a regular normal job in CIL???? that mattered.

also, CIL was such a consistent banger drama from start to finish because of them. it also ended so fast normally the period of a drama airing feels annoying long and I'm mostly exhausted by the end of it, but this one i ended it refreshed and well-fed all around. and not to mention watching a drama just for the side couple and skipping everything else is such a power move in a way??????? like the feeling is just different from watching a drama normally or watching a drama for the leads compared to watching a drama just for the side couple????? like the energy is so all around better if the side couple is getting treated well. and the quotes????????? the words that they said????????? our loud????????? MLN kind of healing poetry. like normally i complain a loooooooooot about random shit and about all kinds of things but i was not complaining about anything. that's so crazy to me i was so in tune with everything sure they could have gotten more screentime and the drama could have been 20eps long or maybe it could have been a weekend drama because it had all the ingredients of a weekender but like???????? i was well-fed. also don't ask me what was going on between the leads and their moms and the cheater dad and the lil bro and the other side characters and hani because I do not know in full detail and still it was soooooooo well written???????? CIL writer my new best friend. like di*ney+kr needs to do those 1 ep special eps like i need a whole ep dedicated to them post-wedding and them doing random stuff and all that just being silly together and all that omg. like they could have so much out of it ahhhhh

also fuck the immature people on twt/mdl/a few on here who are misogynistic af. the moment a woman gets something to say about the situation/relationship of the leads that's kinda negative or judgemental and has valid reasons to say so they are getting called all kinds of words??????????? immature people. especially because the stuff she said wasn't that bad like it was valid and at the end, she did give them her okay and even if not like????????? it would have been weird if she did not react to the news at all....... and it was in line with her character so like....... what did they expect?????????? that's that on that.

...anyway, this makes no sense also hugs

[katsukikitten]

Kitten’s fic rec master list with reviews

🖤 All the ways I could die by @/kinjuutsu

         KNY |  Gyutaro x F!reader A dark content fiction of Gyutaro that fell into my lap just as I was falling for the emaciated demon. The way Vi toes the line of forbidden love and the deep yearning for some semblance of affection is poetry. Please I beg you to read this!

🖤 Basic Instincts by @/hopelesshawks

         BNHA | Hawks x F!Reader A social media au mixed with a fic that is so funny from the get go with reader’s dry humor and the teasing that comes from her subordinates. It takes a few twists and turns thanks to Hawks forgetting what happens to him every spring. 👀 spoiler but I totally enjoyed how they still got married despite losing the bond AND THEN THE END 😭 IM SOBBING

🖤 BioHazard by @/lavenders-fandom-elixirs

          BNHA | Paramedic!Bakugou x F!Reader x Paramedic!Shinsou This multi partner fic gets into the grit that is the medical field, a glimpse into the darker side emotional side that the average person may not see. It reflects on the pandemic we've been living through while exploring feelings of jealousy that may come from an impromptu idea of a threesome.

🖤 Empty Nest by @/spellboundspectre

          Sheriff Hassan el-shabazz x fem!reader If you're looking to dip your toes into werewolf esque breeding, this is the perfect fic for you. The way they describe how warm Hassan is and how he handles your body as lovingly as he can despite his animalistic instinct to fuck you to oblivion is perfection.

🖤 His Beautiful Hands by @/frostthecupcake

          BNHA | Denki Kaminari x fem!reader listen listen listen listen. I know this fic wasn't written for me but God damn does it feel like it was! Hand kink y'all. Emphasis on hands are a big weakness for me. If you're looking for a hot Denki fix this one will def satiate your need.

🖤 Home by @/hisoknen

          HQ | Atsumu x reader aaaahahhh this fic just hits you right in the feels, especially it being close to family issues and the holidays. honestly this fic alone got me into Atsumu, it's so wonderfully written. I feel the emotions, I felt the panic and I felt his love and care. BRB SOBBING

🖤 I've walked with you, once upon a dream by @/shadow-ei

         BNHA| Bakugou x fem!reader I want this fiction to be published and bound. I want it to collect dust and I come back to it when I need it most. When the details have gone hazy and I can feel as if I'm reading it for the first time. The amount of writer envy I had that was quickly swallowed up by the need to know how this would all play out. The story has great foreshadowing elements while tying everything together beautifully

🖤 Live Show by @/kingkatsuki

        BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader A delicious cam fic where Bakugou is the star of the show and yet you still steal his heart. The way I blushed so many time reading this fic, not just from the great smut but the characterization of Bakugou is so spot on I could literally die. It was tough and still is tough to pick a favorite of yours Jo but any time I try to give it more than a second thought live show always steals the show. (AND MY FUCKING HEART GOD DAMN)

🖤 Longing by @/bakugotrashpanda

        BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader Every multichapter that BTP makes is absolutely stunning and should be published works.  We  follow a young teacher whos been burned by her ex and a Pro Hero Bakugou who’s wife left him and his sweet daughter in the cold. The dialogue, the small moments, and just every thing about this fic pulls me in. I’ve read it several times and even had the honor of Beta reading this fic. and I will read it over and over again.

🖤 Mis en Place by @/sendhelpimstupid

          BNHA | Sous chef Kirishima x f! Reader I really like reader’s attitude and the LINGERING AND PINING! THE UNRESOLVED TENSION. The care that Bakugou has for his staff and I just imagine Kirishima fighting this inner war to keep his distance from reader when all he wants to do is help! Please just KISS KISS FALL IN LOVE

🖤Toy Box by @/mindninjax

       BNHA | Bakugou x F!Reader The smut in this fic is salivating however the small moments of these roommates falling in love through something as simple as sharing an old favorite movie and cooking together is what makes this story. Such a good one I CRY

🖤What’s another Life? by @/hijacks

          Tokyo Revengers | Hanma Shuji X F!Reader  The relationship between reader and Shuji is perfect. Exactly how I imagined he would be with love with someone while simultaneously having zero idea that he is or it’s just straight denial. This fic is gripping from the very beginning. If this were just a mafia lover novel at a book store I’d pick this novella up in a heart beat. 

[pjoseries]

AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES: CHAPTER 10 (PT. III)

i cannot apparently shut up about this so 🧍🏻‍♀️ here’s part three miss emma

I LITERALLY JUST 😦🤭 MISS ANNABETH!!! obliterate him chase 🗣 he deserves this 🗣

LOVE AS A SAVING FORCE... LOVE AS HEALING ... IM UNHINGED . FUCKING LOSING IT. the absence of love...... could’ve turned annabeth into someone else but 😩🥺😭 percy !!! PERCY!!!! HE’S HER SAVING FORCE FUCK ME

THE DIALOGUE—THEIR INTERACTIONS!!! THIS IS THE SOFTEST FUCKING THING I HAVE SEEN ALL YEAR DONT CALL DONT TEXT IM ABOUT TO ASCEND !!!!! 🥺💓🥲😌

WALKING SLOWLY TOWARDS IT IM-🥲🥲🥲🥲🥲 THIS IS SO IMPORTANT TO ME!!! ABSOLUTELY BEAMING!!!

THEHHANNSSNNSMAJSJJDND THE HANDSA THE HANDS THE HAND STHE HANDS 🖐🖐🖐🖐🖐🖐 THIS WAS A DIRECT FUCKING ALYSSA MISSILE AND IM WOUNDED. DEAD. BESIDE MYSELF. BACK WHEN HOLDING HIS HAND FELT BUG ENOUGH TO PAUSE NY. TWO PULSES PRESSED TOGETHER. ONE HEARTBEAT. IMMEJKWKSJSJ HANDS NIYSDHSHJSJSJS ITS ABOUT THE FUCKING HANDS I FEEL LITERALLY FERAL. ITS SO EASY RO LOVE HIM OPENLY??? LIKE EXHALING AFTER A LIFETIME OF SHALLOW BREATH. EMMA I WILL LITERALLY DROP KICK YOUR DOWN DOWN AND SMOTHER U IN LOVE

THIS ENTIRE SCENE... THE DESCRIPTIONS. FIRE THAT LIVES IN PERCY’S EYES... ANNABETH’S CHEST. TWO TWIN FLAMES. NO SMOKE IN SIGHT. ONLY THE WARMTH. ONLY THE LIGHT. EMMA THAT IS LITERAL POETRY 🧍🏻‍♀️ THIS IS ACTUAL, HONEST TO GOD POETRY IM !!!! I CANNOT FUCKING BREATHE THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

oh my GOD !!! THE CLOSEST YOU CAN COME TO A FLAME 😩😭 IM IN TEARS!!! THIS IS IT !! THEYRE IN LOVE. LIKE THAT SLOW BURN, STANDING IN THE SUN TYPE OF LOVE IM DETERIORATING

🥺 he butchers the greeting but not her name.... GOD. the way percy cherishes annabeth is SO sweet you’re giving me cavities 😩 god . AS IF GIVING LOVE IS A PHYSICAL ACT. emma u are typing out these banger lines and i have no choice but to gently pass away into the night

he HOLDS their HANDS to his CHEST !!! THE ULTIMATE ROMANCE !!! AND THEN HE FUCKING SPEAKS LIKE A GENUINE PERIOD ROMANCE LEAD IM !!!!!!! 🗣 IN LOVE WITH THEIR LOVE !!!!! GOD. LOVE AS A CHOICE. AS SOMETHING YOU WORK TOWARDS EVERY DAY AND HIS PALM FITS PERFECTLY IN THE CURVE OF HER NECK IM SOBBING....

emma... this was absolutely gorgeous 🥺 i am blowing so many kisses to u rn 🥰😚