#these are mostly just my ao3 bookmarks

[multifariousmayhem]

new chapter! no idea why is not showing like before when i insert the link here?

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61816408/chapters/161366806

i really like this one and the next one, next one is gonna be great. dont miss it

[anghraine]

My daily kudos digest always brightens my day (upside of having written so many fics even if I haven't posted or updated anything on AO3 only started a WIP on DW, shh in a year). However, kudos on shorter fics I'm personally very fond of, but which aren't my "major" fics in terms of popularity, are always particularly nice and today was like... a red-letter kudos day :D

[orcelito]

also

jesus fucking Christ at these statistics lmfao

[crescentfool]

New Ryomina fic, Lizz!!

THREE WEEKS LATE TO THIS ASK BUT THANK U ANON!! honestly when i got this inbox i was like. tearing up. im like. "oh my god. people still think of me when they see ryomina. thank you so much. that means a lot to me. im so glad people want to share the joy of ryomina with me."

i assume that this is probably about "i alone await you," since the ask came around that time (two people possibly notifying me about this! crazy! this is positive. do not take that the wrong way), and i want to say that i've read it and am going to be insufferable about it for the forseeable future.

and if it is not about that fic than oops. give me clown makeup. i will happily put that on (my true form is that of a clown). i hope to read some more ryominas, it's been awhile since i've sat down to read the tag and. god. did you know? im so normal about them. anyways, thank you anon! 💛💙

[buntchugleyy]

not to discourse or anything but I’ll always think it’s fucking weird that a ton of ppl in fandom these days seem to think that because you like a problematic ship/theme/whatever sometimes, it means you must be thinking about the problematic thing always, and are NOT allowed to enjoy any non-problematic fan work or participate in any non-problematic discussion about the canon/character bc there’s something ew icky gross on your ao3. It’s so immature; people contain multitudes. Most adults are more than capable of keeping their gross stuff away from general discussions and respecting others’ wishes to not hear about it. If they don’t, obviously kick them or whatever but it’s just such a weird and paranoid knee jerk reaction to have idk

[niennanir]

Listen to your elders

So last week I posted abut the importance of downloading your fic. And then three days later AO3 went down for 24 hours. No one was more weirded out by this than I was. But while y’all were acting like the library at Alexandria was on fire I was reading my download fic and editing chapter eight of Buck, Rogers, and the 21st Century. And also thinking about what I could do to be helpful when the crisis was actually over.

So first off, I’m going to repeat that if you’re going to bookmark a fic, you really need to also download the fic and back it up in a safe place. I just do it automatically now and it’s a good habit to get into.

But let’s talk about some other scenarios. Last October I lost power for over a week after hurricane Ian. Apart from not having internet or A/C I did find plenty to do, I collect books so I had plenty to read, but maybe, unlike me, your favorite comfort reads aren’t sitting on a bookshelf. So let’s do something about that, shall we?

In olden times many long years ago around 1995 we printed off a lot of fic. It was mostly SOP to print a fic you planned to reread and stick it in a three ring binder. And that’s totally valid today too, but you can also make a very nice paperback with a minimum amount of skill and materials.

Let’s start with the download; Go to Ao3 and select your fic, we’ll be working with one of mine. This method works best with one shots, long fic tends to need a more complicated approach. Get yourself an HTML download

Open up the HTML download and select all then copy paste into any word processor. Set the page to landscape and two columns, then change the font to something you find easy to read, this is your book, no judgement. This is all you have to do for layout but I like to play a little bit. I move all the meta, summary, notes to the end and pick out a fun font for the title: 

No time like the present to do a quick proofread. Congratulations, you’ve just created your first typeset. On to the fun part.

Now you’re going to need some materials:  8.5x11in paper ruler one sheet of 12x12 medium card stock (60-80lb) scissors pencil pen or fine tip marker sheet of wax paper white glue two binder clips 2 heavy books or 1 brick butter knife

You’ll also need a printer, if you’re in the US there is almost a 100% chance your local library has a printer you can use if you don’t have your own. None of these materials are expensive and you can literally use cheap copy paper and Elmers glue.

Print your text block, one page per side. Fold the first page in half so that the blank side is inside and the printed side out:

use the butter knife to crease the edge. Repeat on all the sheets. When you’ve finished, stack them up with the raw edge on the left and the folded edge on the right. I used standard copy paper, because you’re only printing on one side there’s no bleed to worry about. Take the text block and line everything up. Use the binder clips to hold the raw edge in place.

Wrap the text block in the wax paper so that the raw edge and binder clips are facing out. I’m going to use my home built book press but you don’t need one, a brick or a couple of books or anything else heavy will work fine.

Once the text block is anchored down, take off he binder clips and get out the glue.

You can use a brush but you don’t need one, smear some glue on that raw edge.

Go make a margarita, watch The Mandalorian, call your mother. Don’t come back for at least an hour

In an hour smear some more glue on there and shift your brick forward so that the whole book is covered. This keeps the paper from warping. While glue part 2 is drying we’ll do the cover. Get out your 12x12 cardstock

Mark the cardstock off at 8.5 inches and cut it. Measure in 5.5 inches from the left and put in a score line with the butter knife (the back edge not the sharp edge)

Carefully fold the score line, this is your front cover. You have some options for the cover title, you can use a cutting machine like a cricut if you have one, you can print out a title on the computer and use carbon paper to transfer the text to the cardstock. I was in a mood so I just freehanded that beoch. Pencil first then in pen.

Take your text block out from under your brick. Line it up against the score mark and mark the second score on the other side of the spine

Fold the score and glue the textblock into the cover at the spine. Once the glue dries up mark the back cover with the pencil and then trim the back cover to fit with your scissors.

Voila:

I’m going to put this baby on the shelf next to the Silmarillion.

The whole process, not counting drying time, took less than an hour.

If you want to make a book of a longer fic, I recommend Renegade Publishing, they have a ton of resources for fan-binders. 

[antimony-medusa]

Okay so, one of my problems with creator boundaries as an event runner is that it's impossible to keep up with them all, because they're being updated, and because so much of the time you learn them when they're reported to you, you weren't in stream yourself. So it's a game of telephone, and there's a constant issue that the message gets garbled in translation.

So the stance that I've taken as an event runner is that I will not be enforcing boundaries, and everyone can decide for themselves what relationships they're comfortable with. This seemed like the best stance for me to deal with the beeduo /p /r wars, and then I have continued to see many other smaller or larger instances where I've gone "yeah, enforcing creators boundaries as an event mod is a nonstarter, I'm sticking with that".

And I've been mostly concerned about issues like— I am not an avid watcher of Gem streams! I might miss things that happen in Gem streams, I don't know what the creator's exact boundaries are for what's okay to do in her vision. But meanwhile I've been over here in Phil streams, and I've assumed that I have known Phil's boundaries, because they get repeated SO MUCH. Everybody knows— no nsfw, and then we argue about if the only shipping allowed is with Mumza (the dsmp stance) or if his continued gay flirting with men on QSMP means he's okay with shipping with them (he kissed a man on camera on QSMP, for example). That is the received wisdom about Phil's boundaries, we all know where we stand and how we're interpreting things.

And I have been like okay, Phil doesn't want to see NSFW, I don't think he's reading my Ao3 history, maybe I will read the occasional pissa fic for fun. There are some good fics in the tag, you know. I will just keep it out of his sight, and the streamer doesn't have to know, right?

Cut to today, where I'm being kicked out of a discord server for bookmarking one (1) Phil NSFW fic. They sent me a clip to prove that NSFW was against the rules and why I was getting kicked. So I watched the clip in the interest of completeness.

And guys, when I tell you my jaw fucking dropped, because I do NOT agree that anyone should have asked the streamer this, but someone got him to talk about NSFW fan work, "weirdchamp shit", and he explicitly with his mouth says that he "could not give a shit" and "everybody lets out their creativity in different ways", and "ultimately it isn't hurting anybody", and as long as he doesn't see it, he's fine with it. As long as it's kept out of his stream he's fine.

So uh, guys? I know it's not like we haven't been cautiously creeping this way ourselves, just keeping it out of the streamer's sight, but explicitly, word of god from the streamer, I think Phil NSFW has been legal this whole time.

[diaznbuckley]

All time favorite Buddie fics

I have an insane amount of fics bookmarked on AO3 so this list is honestly mostly for my reference. I don't have them organized on there and trying to find them with key words has gotten exhausting.

These have a special place in my heart and I couldn't possibly rank them so they're in order from date published (oldest to newest).

the distance to the stars - cloudydaisies | 27k words

“Didn’t know you were seeing someone.”

Buck just laughs. Like, honest to god giggles. Eddie is stuck fighting off doubly massive waves of butterflies and confusion, all while Buck just gazes down at him.

“That’s cute,” he hears Buck mumble, just before climbing into the truck, calling Eddie after him.

-

or, everyone knows eddie is dating buck except for eddie, literally.

and longer by far - farfromthstars | 14k words

“Eddie’s been married once, and after Shannon asked him for a divorce and then died before they could do anything about it, he figured that was it for him. One marriage with all its ups and downs is enough for a lifetime. Granted, he didn’t think he’d fall in love with Buck and be lucky enough for that love to be returned.”

OR

Everyone seems to expect Eddie to propose to Buck any minute now, which is annoying because Eddie doesn’t want to get married again. He's sure of that. Or is he?

got me feeling like it’s all gonna be okay - wafflesofdoom | 8k words

eddie had always loved being hugged, as a child - his mom, his sisters, his abuela, they always said that eddie clung to them like a little monkey. he had never thought it was something to be embarrassed by until his father had looked at him and told him maybe he should consider growing up and not needing his family to hold his hand.

or - eddie struggles to voice his want for physical affection to buck as their relationship turns romantic, and buck helps him embrace his clinginess again.

a touch of someone else (to save me from myself) - allyasavedtheday | 19k words

Of course, all of that comes to a grinding halt when he stops outside the locker room to find arguably one of the hottest guys he’s ever seen getting changed right by his locker.

He stands there, gaping and trying desperately to get his mind out of the gutter – but Jesus, those abs – when someone bumps his shoulder and he turns to find Hen sidling up to him.

“Enjoying the view?” she asks with a knowing smirk.

Buck raises an eyebrow, feeling the corners of his mouth turn up in a smirk of his own. “He from B shift or something?”

Hen’s about to answer him when Bobby appears on his other side. “That’s Eddie Diaz, our new recruit.”

Buck’s brain does some approximation of a record scratch and he whirls around to face Bobby. “New recruit? Why?”

*

In which Eddie joins the 118 during season 1 instead of season 2 and Buck has a lot to say about it. AKA Eddie meets Buck 1.0.

Ever After - elvensorceress | 7k words

He’s so gorgeous. He’s the most perfect thing to wake up to. They woke up together. Tangled around each other. They slept naked. They’ve kissed many times now. They kissed and touched and made love for the first time and he’s never been loved like that ever. No one’s ever wanted him more than they wanted the sex with him. But it felt like Eddie did. Like Eddie does.

Buck curls his hands around Eddie’s arm and reaches up to touch his face, almost afraid he’ll touch nothing and this might disappear. But he hasn’t disappeared.

There’s stubble beneath his fingers. There’s warmth all around him because he’s being held. His heart is rushing, sprinting like it can’t arrive fast enough. “You’re really here,” he says, more to himself, in awe that Eddie’s curled against him. There’s an arm around him and he’s holding onto it. He held Eddie all night.

~~~

Sweet morning sex after their first night together because they are so in love and soft for each other.

everything (nothing) has changed - bizarrestars | 48k words

After Eddie gets shot, Buck confesses his love. From there, things get a little out of hand.

***

Buck breathes for a moment, then sets his shoulders. "Eddie, there's something I have to tell you."

"Do you?" Eddie asks flatly, still alarmed and doing his best to hide it. "I would've never guessed."

Buck swallows. "Eddie, I love you."

"Are you softening the blow, or buttering me up? Because, I've got to tell you, I'm still very worried regardless," Eddie tells him.

"No, you don't understand. I love you. I'm currently in love with you," Buck says as evenly as possible, and even then, his voice wobbles precariously there for a moment. He exhales. "You don't have to worry about it, though, because I've processed it and decided to—to find relief in telling you before moving on and moving forward."

Eddie stares at him. No response at all.

Well, at least he's not freaking out.

beneath my mother tongue - archerincombat | 31k words

He sits bolt upright in his seat. Jee-Yun squeals at the sudden movement. “Holy shit,” he says out loud, simultaneously praying that it doesn’t become one of those words his niece repeats until it loses its sparkle. “I told Eddie I loved him.”

Jee-Yun laughs. It feels a little like she’s mocking him. “Dee,” she agrees solemnly, placing a tiny hand on Buck’s cheek.

Or: Buck goes home to Pennsylvania. It's more familiar than he wants it to be.

i love you, ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard - rarakiplin (gmontys) | 9k words

Buck’s eyes fall shut, something pained and vulnerable sliding into the bend of his eyebrows. “I’m…I’m with Taylor now,” he says, barely a whisper.

And Eddie’s been doing a pretty good job at being brave about all of this, at not flinching away from Buck’s rejection, but that hits and burrows.

“Okay.”

-

or, in which eddie's will reveal is a love confession, and buck takes a second to catch up

let the words fall out - fallingthorns | 10k words

“Buck, listen to me,” Eddie says, grabbing Buck’s wrist and lifting it off of his thigh. “I think that I’m . . . Bad at being a dispatcher?” He phrases it like a question, because – well, because he knows it, but he’s not sure if anyone else has clocked that fact yet.

And Buck, much to Eddie’s confusion, blinks at him for approximately four seconds before breaking out into fits of loud, deep laughter. “I’ve been keeping a list,” Buck says. “Let’s start from the beginning.” -- Or, the one where Eddie absolutely cannot handle working a desk job.

maybe love won’t let you down- sibylsleaves | 15k words

Buck tells Eddie he’s in love with him. Eddie pines.

or, five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him

gravity holds me down - spaceprincessem | 14k words

“Eddie.”

Eddie jerks out of the moment, pain registering around his bicep where Hen is squeezing him too hard. There’s an edge to her voice, jaw clenched, and eyes narrowed as she looks across from where they are standing. Eddie follows her gaze and his entire body freezes.

“Whatever you do,” Hen’s voice is low, dark, “do not let him take Buck.”

Jonah can’t see them from where he’s standing, his back mostly turned as he flashes a light in one of the patient's eyes. Eddie shifts without thinking, blocking Buck and Christopher from view. Fuck the fire, Eddie thinks as he plants himself where he’s standing.

stranger sunlight, still - mmtion | 64k words

When the 118 find out about Buck’s secret thirst account on Instagram – to raise fire safety awareness, obviously – they make fun of him the appropriate amount and move on. Eddie, who has had some recent and birthmark-shaped revelations about his feelings, finds it a little harder to do the same.

Of course, Eddie would never invade Buck’s privacy by searching for and finding the anonymous account. Or looking at all the uploaded photos late at night. Or even directly messaging Buck’s secret account. That would be weird, because he’s certainly not planning on doing anything about his newfound attraction.

However, anonymous account @elbombero118 has no such limitations.

even when the night changes - fallingthorns | 54k words

Eddie’s a steady man who likes predictability. He buys the same beer all the time, the same shirts just in different colors, the same type of mulch for the garden every year.

But the thing is, Chris is starting high school in two weeks, and Bobby has been floating the idea of retirement around more and more. Chim and Maddie are expecting a second baby, and Pepa and Abuela have been talking of looking for a new home for Abuela soon.

And then there’s the promotion and the transfer, and it’s all just a bit much for Eddie to handle.

But he spins the silicone ring on his finger, smiling down at it while the heat of Buck’s thigh presses carefully into his own. At least that’s something that isn’t changing. -- Or, even when everything changes, some things stay the same.

blue skies - spaceprincessem | 36k words

“Most babies are born as accidents,” She says suddenly, like she’s decided that Buck has passed, that she can trust him with this.

Buck doesn’t really have an answer because that question hits way to fucking close to home. A year or so ago he would have said, yes, I was an accident, so I know how that goes, but Buck knows better now. Knows that he would almost give anything for that answer to still be yes. Evie’s finger works under the seal to rip it open, a stack of important looking papers dumping out onto the table in front of her.

“Not me,” she says without looking up as she organizes them into a neat stack, “I was engineered.”

And.

And Buck’s pretty fucking sure a giant, cataclysmic hole has ripped right open, dragging him down to the earth’s core where he vaporizes into dust.

{or Buck meets another savior baby and everything comes crashing down}

Tick Tick Boom - chasethewindtouchthesky | 30k words

“Did you know if you put a frog in water and slowly bring it to boiling, it won’t hop out?” Chris is chattering as Buck makes a quick dinner while Eddie argues with his gas company on the phone. He can hear the occasional swear word in Spanish as his voice raises. Eddie doesn’t like to raise his voice around Christopher – the very thought makes Buck want to kiss him full on the mouth – so he decided to take it to the living room while Chris sits with his homework in the kitchen and Buck cooks.

“Hmm?” Buck asks, unable to fully pull himself out of Bobby’s baked mac and cheese recipe. It took him years, but he finally convinced the man to write it down. Bobby’s handwriting was juvenile at best on a good day, but this was nearly unreadable. Buck wonders if he did that on purpose. “Frogs?”

“Yeah!” Chris states. “My teacher said that if you put a frog in a pot, you have to make sure it’s not immediately boiling. You put them in water and then slowly raise the temperature and they won’t realize what’s happening. Then once they realize, they have no place to go. They can’t jump out.”

*

S6 Spec: Buck decides he doesn’t need therapy, reverts to some bad habits, and explodes. Or, the Breakdown Fic.

i owe you a black eye and 2 kisses - colonscopys | 29k words

 Four weeks later, Buck completes his first mission.

The Shadows of Every Spark - devirnis | 22k words

Chimney clears his throat lightly. “Uh, Cap? We have a customer who wants to order the daily special.”

The daily special that doesn’t exist. Because no one comes into this place to eat because this restaurant isn’t real.

Or, the 118 run a front restaurant for money laundering, and accidentally adopt the Buckley siblings

if i said you could never touch me - marviless | 15k words

Eddie pulls back from him with a half-confused, half-concerned furrow in between his eyebrows. “Buck?”

Buck sags against the wall. “Sorry,” he says, wiping the back of his forearm against his forehead in a mixture of frustration and newfound exhaustion. “Sorry.”

A thumb swipes across his cheekbone, searching eyes boring into his. “Buck. What’s wrong?”

Buck closes his eyes, then blinks them open. “Nothing,” he says, because he doesn’t know how to tell the truth. He doesn’t know what the truth even is. “Everything’s, uh—everything’s fine. I just—” he chews on his lip. “I was just thinking that, uh, maybe we shouldn’t go any further tonight? You know, not with Christopher in the house.”

in which buck is avoiding having sex with eddie.

Came Out Of Nowhere, Didn’t Give No Warning - leslie_knope | 42k words

Eddie didn’t text back in the 20 seconds Buck spent staring at his phone, which was no surprise. There wasn’t any response while he drove to the station, either, but that made perfect sense. Eddie was working today, and he was probably rushing to get there just like Buck was.

Buck wasn’t in the mood to stare at his phone all day, jumping out of his skin at every notification, so he removed the temptation and, in a spurt of newfound maturity, left his phone in his locker for the duration of his shift.

But there was no text when he checked around lunchtime, or when they got a lull after dinner. Or in the morning when his shift was over.

All of that he could easily rationalize away, but after four tortuous days, Buck accepted the fact that he’d been ghosted.

Live and (Don’t) Let Die - xylodemon | 29k words

The guy gets straight to the point, asking, "What do you need?" in a dull, bored voice.

"My best friend is going to die. I want that to… not happen."

"No small feat, bringing back the dead. And it comes at a cost."

It's Eddie. Buck says, "Yes," without a second thought.

(Or: what happens when you're down so bad that you have your "best friend" brought back from the dead)

there’s another day to come - atlasblue85 | 57k words

Inevitable comes around four in the morning. He’d been tossing and turning since they’d gotten back from their last call a couple hours ago, and had finally decided to give up and look for a snack in the kitchen. He thought he left the bunk room quietly enough that no one would notice, but when he pulls his head out of the fridge with a jar of peanut butter, Eddie is standing across the island from him, that grim look still fixed on his face.

“Hey,” Buck says.

“Hey,” Eddie says back. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

Buck’s cornered and he knows it. He shrugs, twisting the jar in his hands. “It’s been a busy shift.”

Eddie doesn’t roll his eyes, but Buck still feels like he does. Instead he walks over to the big table, pulls out a chair and sits. “Just wanted to ask if you can stop by after our shift is over. Wanted to talk to you about something.”

[rosylix]

𝐣𝐞𝐦'𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐬 ᡣ𐭩

hello.. today is (drumroll pls) my birthday! (^ー^) in light of that, and in the spirit of the holidays, i wanted to recommend yall some of my fav skz fics! a lot of these are felix bc.... well..... you know me. anyway i'll try to keep this updated 🤍

𝐊𝐄𝐘: ♡ = fluff ☁︎ = angst ʚɞ = suggestive/smut ★ = personal fav

remember to check tags/warnings on fics before reading!

𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

subtext ★ ♡ ↪ @forlix

fairy flowers ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @hyunsvngs

solace ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @fizzydrink698

wedding cake tasting ♡ ↪ @caseiloveu

seasons ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @moonjxsung

sun ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @subskz

the bodyguard ★ ☁︎ ʚɞ ↪ @skzdarlings

code to your heart ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @jeonginsleftcheek

and they were roommates ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

sweet spot ★ ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @spookwyrdie

untitled ʚɞ ↪ @hyunjilicious

sunlight ʚɞ ↪ @bintificarchived

bad romance ☁︎ ʚɞ ♡ ↪ @straykeedz

we've changed, but our love hasn't ☁︎ ♡

𝐬𝐤𝐳

invisible thread ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @astraystayyh

home run ʚɞ ↪ @hyunsvngs

competition ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @fizzydrink698

pieces of you ★ ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @astraystayyh

anime afternoon ʚɞ ↪ @moonlightndaydreams

still frames ♡ ↪ @minhosbitterriver

pandora's box ♡ ☁︎ ↪ @soobnny

the innocence is gone ʚɞ ↪ @straykeedz

the accidental acquisition (of sugar) ★ ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @skzdarlings

the same but different ʚɞ ♡ ↪ @skzdarlings

the babysitter ♡ ʚɞ ↪ @seospicybin

𝐧𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

mostly ao3 links.. why arent non reader fics popular on tumblr ❕️❔️ anyway i have wayyyy too many of these so i will just put some of my favs here, and feel free to check my bookmarks for more!

tbh some i havent read in years but i remember they are amazing.

yellow wood misfits ★★ ☁︎

what the hell is your problem, kim seungmin!? ★ ♡ ☁︎ *unfinished/abandoned* :(

hero's soup is just plain water ★ ♡ ☁︎

time ★ ☁︎

the bifurcated path ☁︎ ʚɞ

heads or tails ♡ ʚɞ ☁︎

make it easy ★ ♡ ʚɞ

mfa ♡ ʚɞ

the book of us: electricity ★ ♡ ☁︎

87 to 65 ♡ ʚɞ

best friends do it better ★ ʚɞ

don't leave me tongue-tied ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

cracks ☁︎

won't you be my kissaroo? ♡

broken compass, young wings ♡ ☁︎

dancer ★ ☁︎ ʚɞ

the sweetness behind the dizziness is like a sweet dream ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

hand over hand ★ ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

all in (to you) ♡ ʚɞ

falling: a photo essay by lee felix ♡

hands-on learning ★ ♡ ʚɞ

fool me once (kiss me twice) ♡ ☁︎ ʚɞ

omg ok theres def still sm more but i'll stop for now (--)//~

୨ৎ˙⋆.˚ᡣ𐭩

[littlerequiem]

Hello!! I hope you are having a wonderful day/night! I was just wondering if you have any good Levi fanfic recommendations? Preferably x reader and canon-compliant? Ik this is so random lol I just feel like you would have good recommendations!! And in general even if they aren’t x reader or canon-compliant. Your writing is so good and I just know you would have good taste🥰

Hi, of course, happy to share recs :D Excuse the length of this, but I somehow ended up giving you my 5+ years worth of i-am-once-again-hopelessly-addicted-to-Levi AO3 bookmarks, heh. I tried to categorize them best I can.

These beautiful stories are mostly x Reader, a few x OC. Please heed the tags & if you can, let the authors know that you appreciate their writing (:

LEVI x READER RECS

CANON* LONG-FICS (*some are pre-canon or post-canon)

Dust, Diamond by maotkitty

Death's Door by SongsOfApollo

Veins of the Citadel by cinnamads

Felines and Canidae by veratrance / @veratrance

Through Peril and Refuge by post_academic

To You, 2,000 Feet Above by PrettyxVenom99 / @prettyxvenom99

His Wounded Heart Beats For One by UrbanDeity / @urbandeity

North Star by sixpennydame / @sixpennydame

Silver Soul by oi_levi / @bibblelevi

First Time Anthology by Levmada / @rivangel

Freedom & Death by killerpillar / @killerpillar

silver underground by tothestrongones / @amywritesthings

One Brushstroke At A Time by missEmpress

AU LONG-FICS

Paychecks with a Side of Intimacy (sugar daddy AU) by Milmie / @leyyvi

A Soul Beyond Salvation (western AU) by ananimegirlhasnoname / @ananimegirlhasnoname

Lessons in Patience (college AU) by almondblossoms1000 / @capricornlevi

As the Sparks Die (zombie AU) by wellitcouldbeworse3

Project Arcane (urban fantasy AU) by missEmpress

The Romance of Reimbursements (modern AU) by taomyou / @taomyou

To Sing a Song of Steel (fantasy AU) by CaptainDegenerate

House of Cards (royalty AU) by darlingheichou / @h0neylevi

Percolate (coffee shop AU) by heichoe / @heich0e

Kintsugi (figure skating AU) by @humanitys-strongest-brat

BOUND BY DUTY (royalty AU) by mrsackxrman / @atruewarrior

dark side of the moon (sci-fi/yakuza AU) by sixpennydame / @sixpennydame

To You, 1000 Years From Now (isekai) by darlingheichou / @h0neylevi

Unspoken Words (modern AU) by chaos_on_main / @chaotic-on-main

ONE-SHOTS/TWO-SHOTS (AU and canon)

Melt by chimeragarden / @chimera-garden

Mise En Place by gothgril69 / @gothgril69

[watch me fall apart, watch me fall apart] by djmarinizela

the mortal price of crossing twice by heichoe / @heich0e

we're all alone, ride it by alleviate / @alleviate-ao3

Kiss It Better by oi_levi / @bibblelevi

It's a Wrap! by jayteacups / @jayteacups

Thundershower by Levmada / @rivangel

SHADES OF GRAY by mrsackxrman / @atruewarrior

One Step from Hades by silesy

waking reverie by captain-hawks

All Too Familiar by jayteacups / @jayteacups

Your Safe Space by humanitysstrongestbamf / @humanitys-strongest-bamf

Desperation by veratrance / @veratrance

Under the Mistletoe by youre_ackermine / @youre-ackermine

Welcome Home by FlameTrashira / @flametrashira

Tea and Therapy by misspearlmd

For the Living by BreakingGround / @thechaoticarchivist

Last category is a Levi x Erwin x F!Reader story that I always recommend bc it altered my brain chemistry.

this is a story of the sea by shinzouing / @shinzouing

I didn't go into specifics or share fics from Tumblr bc this post would never end but, if you want, check out my rec tag and go give the fics on here all the love they deserve <3

( also, adding to that: the stories mentioned in this post are simply what I've personally read, it is by no means meant to exclude other fics/writers. Truth is, I have not read everything out there as I am just one person, so if anyone has any recs to add, feel free to add and continue to show support for different creators! )

Happy reading!! Divider by @/enchanthings.

[siredcrab]

capri fic recs please?

Hii sorry for the late reply, here are some from my ao3 bookmarks that I've read at least a dozen times

cadeau du coeur by forthelongesttime we got a fight, some angst then some kiss and make up. Really love that one, the writing 🔥🔥

Warm Me Up by laurentspup is the aftermath of a fight between them but it's mostly fluff, a short and nice read

Game of Kings by aideomai a fic about what could've been, those are like drugs to me tbh

the full length of the soul by spinawren Damen loses his memories I'm not even gonna say anything honestly this one got me so good you just gotta read it

too busy being yours by figsandhoney I only remember reading this in the middle of the night and rolling in my bed and kicking my legs bc it was really good idk but trust me

ribbons by sunymar this one is so hot and sweet and the way she writes is also peak it got me reading her entire page

burst the sky by spinawren this other one is also soo sweet and hot and soo lamen

Edgewise by asmallwave this fic is one of my favourite fics ever, I've read it a hundred times is so good. As I mentioned, the fics about how it would've been between them if they met in other circumstances with still Auguste alive heal some part of my soul even tho i love when they're at each others throats too

ANYWAY I have a lot more but I didn't want to go overboard so I'll just share these and I hope you like them. I've been in this fandom for so long there's just too much I've read at this point haha

[eddiediaaz]

You answered an anon about 911 fics and you finished saying that could recommend more! I’m new in the fandom and taking all the recommendations so if you want to give more, my ao3 and I are ready ☺️☺️☺️☺️

omg alright!! let me go through more of my bookmarks then hehe

Your Fingerprints Smeared on My Heart (Lead Me Back to You) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

what a heart can do by bvckandeddie

dead reckoning by euadnes

takin my time verse by archerincombat

would you lie with me and just forget the world by colonoscopys

a spell on you (because you’re mine) by starkvandyne, tawaifeddiediaz

a bleeding sun on a silver screen by rarakiplin

how you lean on my shoulder (how i see myself with you) by withoutthetiger

Traded by Princessfbi

i just wanna tell you how i'm feeling by calvingseason

i like you so much (it's kinda gross) by Aficatyourfingertips, brewrosemilk

the persistence of memory by withmeornotatall

stupid people. by brewrosemilk

dirty symphony by tawaifeddiediaz

Being Eddie by Daisies_and_Briars

Smoke and Ashes Brushed Off with Ink by Princessfbi

take me to the lakes by archerincombat

let's hear it for the boy by hattalove

Wait for me there by kitkatpancakestack

Ever After by ElvenSorceress

Frequent Flyer by whileyouresleeping

burn the straw house down by rarakiplin

maybe i’ll be brave enough by then by trippedandfell

Love Leaves A Memory by LeandraLocke

never felt this way before (yes i swear) by withoutthetiger

listen to you breathing (is where I wanna be) by Yavilee

at the right time by elisela

wishing to be the friction by ipretendtobesane

Lifelines by hetrez

Your Love is an Oil Slick (It Glows like Rainbows, It Stains My Soul) by letmetellyouaboutmyfeels

Leveling Up by lamardeuse

Evan Buckley & The Coma-Verse of Madness by Daisies_and_Briars

Agua Dulce and Other Sweet Things by TazzySnow

Gravity by rowan_wood

I'm cold but you light the fire within me by Beulaugh

if i need to rearrange my particles — i will for you. by dylaesthetics

you fill my head with you by Underhung_Aura

okay i think this is quite enough lmao, but if you do need more after all of these and the previous ones, let me know (because yes i do have more and more bookmarks lol)!! you can also check my #fanfic tag 😁 it's mostly buddie in there!

[gffa]

Over the last week, I decided to go ahead with bookmarking all the fics I've recommended over the years on AO3 since I abide by tumblr poll results always (and man pour one out for all the fic that never made it to AO3 or has since been deleted, sooooo many gems lost to time!) and it was a bit more than the ~3,000 I was expecting:

Hopefully, this will be easier than browsing the hundreds of recs posts I've made, since you can filter for any of the author's tags now! These are mostly focused on Star Wars and DC fandom, but I did my time in the anime mines and occasional tours through some TV fandoms or movies. You can dig into everything unfiltered and start your own filtering, or the bigger fandoms you'll find:

MAJOR FANDOMS: Each of these should have 100+ at minimum and, in the case of Star Wars, literally almost half of them are in that fandom. Look, Star Wars fandom might be a trash fire in a lot of ways, but it is ON FIRE with some good fic. (Older bookmarks not guaranteed to match my current sentiments, especially re: the Jedi, but they did catch my fancy at that point in time!)

STAR WARS: - All Star Wars -OR- All Star Wars minus the Obi-Wan/Anakin ship - OR- Nothing BUT Obi-Wan/Anakin

BATMAN/DC: - DC can sometimes be tricky, but you can do a Batman* search and get most of them (though, sometimes Nightwing* or Young Justice* or Superman* will catch some of the others). Honestly, though, you might want to just do a search for what character or dynamic you like and have fun from there, because otherwise you're getting a face full of my Dick Grayson Is The Center Of The Universe And I'm Making That Everyone Else's Problem agenda. ;)

MARVEL/MCU: - Marvel* will probably get most of the various properties, though you may want to filter for Defenders* or Guardians of the Galaxy* if you're interested -OR- Marvel* without the Thor/Loki - These focus a lot on the Thor* fandom if you want to witness the results of like 8 years of constant voracious reading in that fandom (Minus the ship), because, seriously, I read a LOT of Odinson family fic. - Bonus, just do a search for Maximoff* to find some really good X-Men: First Class-verse because, listen, I have been ALL ABOUT the Maximoff twins since long before the movies or MCU brought them over and I will DIE ON THE HILL of "Marvel, make Magneto their bio-dad again or I'm never reading another comic of yours ever".

TOLKIEN/LORD OF THE RINGS/SILMARILLION/HOBBIT: - Tolkien* -OR- Hobbit* -OR- Lord of the Rings* searches will turn up most of my Elf-hunting, I primarily focus on the Sindar Elves, but look I can't resist my problematic Feanorian faves or that I will die on the hill that Fingolfin is the best ever. (You have NO IDEA how sad I am that so much fic on Stories of Arda or FFNET is not easily bookmarked on AO3, sob. I externally bookmarked a few of the bigger ones, but sooo many shorter faves are missing from my recs tag.)

CLAMP: - X/Tokyo Babylon legitimately bums me out because it's not a huge fandom and yet so much of what was written was pre-AO3 and lost when CLAMPesque went down or was never brought over from Livejournal, yet this fandom (well, the Seishirou/Subaru pairing) still burns brightly in my heart.

MINOR FANDOMS: Ones that probably only have under 100 bookmarks (often around the 20-30 bookmarks range), but will at least give you a place to start! ANIME/MANGA: Bleach | Cardcaptor Sakura | Dragonball | Finder no Hyouteki/Viewfinder | Katekyou Hitman Reborn! | Kuroko no Basuke | One Piece | Sailor Moon | Madoka Magica | Naruto | Princess Tutu | Trigun | Weiss Kreuz | Yuri!!! on Ice

BOOKS: Chrestomanci | Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint

DRAMAS: Nirvana in Fire | The Untamed -OR- Modao Zu Shi

TV SHOWS/MOVIES: Community | Game of Thrones -OR- ASOIAF | Good Omens | Hannibal | Highlander | The Old Guard | Our Flag Means Death | Stranger Things

VIDEO GAMES: Dragon Age: Inquisition | Final Fantasy 8 | Genshin Impact | Okami

BANDS: Arashi

All right, whew, that was actually a fun project, despite how much work it was to hunt down a lot of older faves to see if they were on AO3, hopefully you'll find this useful!

[mongoosingisme]

Title: Operation: Cranberry Sauce - Chapter 2

Series: Sticking the Landing (see fic Masterlist for previous parts)

Rating: Explicit (MDNI)

Relationship: Harvey/fem!Reader

Word Count: 4609

Summary: Harvey is not very good at taking care of himself when other people need him. You intend to help him with that.

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When you opened your eyes the clock said 2:47am.

This was confusing. You didn’t keep a clock in your room. 

But then you remembered. Where you were, why you were there. Aligned the pleasant ache between your legs with the memory of Harvey above you, the soft warmth of his bed with the way the two of you had fallen asleep around each other.

You were alone now.

You sat up at the realization. A band of light came in from under the door. You assumed this meant he was awake in the living room. That wasn’t the deal, you mused as you draped yourself in the first item of clothing you could find (Harvey’s t-shirt). He was supposed to be sleeping, and you were going to tell him so.

Harvey was indeed awake in the living room, reading on the couch, dressed in pajama pants, a well-worn sweatshirt, and glasses. He looked up as you opened the door. “Sorry, did I wake you?”

“No, but why are you up?”

Harvey shrugged. The lamplight cast his face in highlights and shadows, softening his cheeks and mouth, making his eyes look darker. “Not always the best sleeper.” 

You didn’t know this. Kicked yourself for only learning it now. “Need me to tuck you back in?”

He sighed. “You’re sweet, but I’ll be up for a while. Why don’t you go back to bed? Don’t need both of us getting overtired.”

“Not a chance,” you said, settling down next to him on the couch. He smiled, put a bookmark in his book, raised his arm so you could snuggle up next to him.

“Want some quilt?” he asked, already pulling on the blanket hanging off the back of the couch.

You hummed in pleasure, the heat of his body and the softness of the blanket making you feel warm, sleepy, safe. You leaned against him, enjoying the rise and fall of his chest. The room was so quiet you could hear his watch ticking. His heart beat steadily in his chest, strong and regular enough to make you want to close your eyes, fall back asleep.

But that would leave him alone again, and you didn’t want that.

“I used to have trouble sleeping,” you said, if only to wake yourself back up a bit. “I’d wake up out of nowhere and it’d feel impossible to get back down. Moving out here helped a lot. Calms my brain down.”

“Mmmmm,” Harvey acknowledged. “I…” he paused, as though weighing if he should admit something. You pressed a kiss to his chest. Reached over and interlaced your fingers with his free hand. “I get nightmares. Makes it hard to go back to sleep.”

You made a sympathetic sound. “That’s no good.” Then you added with your best Fortune Teller voice: “tell me what you dreamed and I’ll tell you what it means.”

Harvey huffed. “No great mystery. Replays of my career lowlights, mostly,”

You made another sympathetic sound. It made sense, you supposed, that a few days of what counted as a medical catastrophe in Pelican Town would trigger some anxious thoughts. “Want to talk about it?”

He met your question with a silence long enough that you wanted to backtrack, to assure him that he didn’t need to talk about anything he didn’t want to, that you could just sit here and enjoy each other’s warmth and not worry about it, but then he was saying “compartmentalization isn’t my strength. It all sort of… blurs together. Up here.” He used your joined hands to tap his head.

“So what, dreaming of cranberry sauce?”

He grimaced. “No, thank Yoba. It was…” He sighed. “Well, it was you, in the hospital I used to work at. You weren’t… you weren’t doing well.”

Oh shit.

“Harvey,” you said, coming up on your knees so you could look him in the face. You felt like you should apologize, like you’d committed some sin by being far enough into his head to cause him pain. “What a crummy dream. I’m alright.”

“I know,” he said, but his mouth was thin, lacking the warmth of his usual smile.

“Do you? You know, you can give me a little check-up if you need to, make sure I’m all in one piece.” You wiggled onto his lap as you said it. 

Harvey settled his hands on your hips, but it was clear flirting wasn’t going to get his head out of his dream. “I can’t believe I’m turning down such a tempting offer, but I don’t think I could tonight.”

“It’s okay.” You leaned into his chest, a little frustrated by how comforted you felt by his warmth, the way he put his arms around you, how he buried his nose in your hair. “I promise I don’t have an ulcer or anything.”

Harvey hummed. “Those were never my specialty.”

“Oh?” It felt good to be talking, good to help him clear out whatever cobwebs were in his mind. “For some reason I thought you were a stomach doctor or something.”

Harvey chuckled. “Gastroenterology would have been more sensible, I think. I worked in the ICU. Trauma.”

You sat back. You didn’t know much about how hospitals worked, but those two words together seemed intense. “What, like people who got blown up or something?”

Harvey winced. “My patients needed a lot of care.”

“Oh,” was all you could think to say. 

“They were in pain, most of the time. Recovery could be… complicated. Their lives were in your hands. You’d do the best you could, make the best decisions you knew to make, and you could still lose them. And if you made a mistake…”

He trailed off. You pressed your head back onto his chest. Listened to his heart, beating a little faster now. 

“It sounds like a nightmare,” you said.

“It was,” was his reply. 

He was quiet, then, hand stroking up and down your back. Again, you were annoyed at how comforting you found his presence, how inept you felt at doing the same for him.

“So what model plane are you working on right now?” you finally asked.

He laughed softly. You felt it rumble in his chest. “You don’t want to hear me talk about planes.”

You sat up, feigning indignance. “I’ll have you know I have a deep, abiding interest in all machines that fly.”

“Oh do you?” Harvey’s smile was beginning to look a little less thin. 

“Yes. I’m passionate about the little spinny things.” You rotated your finger rapidly. 

“Propellers?” Harvey suggested.

“Yes. And the flappy things.”

“Flaps?”

“I thought they were called wings.” Harvey’s smile broke into a grin, a laugh, and you’d never felt so accomplished. “You’d think you’d know what wings are called, what with the whole plane enthusiast thing you’ve got going.”

“Thank Yoba I have you here to teach me.” His eyes were sparkling in the lamplight now, looking at you with such affection you felt yourself starting to feel a little shy.

“So tell me, what are you working on?”

“If you must know,” he said, “I’m between projects. I finished the last one up a week ago, and I need to order some more.”

“Not so fast,” you said, holding up a finger so quickly it made him jump a bit. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek in apology. “I picked one up for you as a Winter Star present. Though Yoba knows if it’s one you don’t already have - they all look the same to me.”

Now Harvey was looking a little shy. “You didn’t need to do that.”

“I know, which is why I did it.” You kissed him on the cheek again, lingering a little longer this time. “You can have it tomorrow. I’ll even take some time to show you what the wings are, but you have to get some sleep first.”

Harvey sighed, that affection back in his eyes. “I suppose that’s a reasonable condition.”

“Good. Now come on.” You got off his lap, guided him by the hand back to his bed, arranged him with his head on your chest. Despite his assertion that he’d have trouble falling back asleep, within minutes his breathing was slow and even.

You, however, were wide awake.

Your brain turned over the information he’d given you. Nightmares. Hospitals. Trauma ICU. Why did you think he was a gastroenterologist? Of course he would have worked in a more stressful field. The pieces started to fall into place as you thought it over. How quickly he’d react if anything went wrong, as though he were tuned to handling life or death situations. How capable he was when tending wounds. The confident authority he could slip into if he needed, though it never seemed to come without a cost.

You tried to imagine it, a younger Harvey making a decision about the future. He couldn’t fly, so what was next? Of course he’d feel pulled to a specialty where he was most needed. Of course he’d feel compelled to help those whose bodies were the most broken. Of course he’d get drawn into a place that fed off a willingness to give. He would have given, you knew. Given and given and given until there was nothing left, and then he’d still give more, grinding himself down until every second was agony. You wondered what the final straw could have been.

Wondered if you really wanted to know.

It made sense, too, the way he treated you. How eager he was to care for you, his attentiveness, yes, but also how he touched you. His focus on your gratification, the way he seemed to need it. So many of his interactions focused on illness, on fear, on pain. You wondered if there might be some release for him in controlling someone else’s pleasure.

It was a lot to think about. 

As the minutes went past your thoughts became less distinct, blurring gently into emotion. You cared for Harvey. Cared for him deeply. Wanted more of him, his voice and his smile, the way he moved, his smell. Wanted to wrap his mind up in a blanket, keep him safe and warm. Wanted all good things for him. Wanted to be the one who gave them to him.

There was a word for all that, you knew.

But you weren’t brave enough to think it yet.

Because the thing about you and falling was that you were absolutely awful at landing.

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You awoke a few hours later to weak morning sunlight and Harvey snoring gently against your chest. You extricated yourself as smoothly as you could and went about your business.

The business in question included making coffee and doing the dishes. You know, the responsible stuff. Responsibility was back on.

The floors were a little cold under your bare feet, your legs a little chilly sticking out from Harvey’s t-shirt, but it was alright. Coffee was easy to find (though cream was sadly absent), and soon the kitchen filled with the comforting aroma as you worked through the dishes.

“This is nice to wake up to.” Harvey was standing in the doorway, looking rumpled and sleepy. Hair mussed, sweatshirt soft (the letters “Z-Z-U” looked faded from many washings), eyes gentle without his glasses, smile warm and hazy. Compared to yesterday he looked a little better - less pale, less hunched, less exhausted. He still wasn’t quite back to his old self, though. Some thread of the last few days still ran through him, somewhere in the crease of his forehead, the set of his lips. 

“Nooooo,” you lamented as you saw him. “I was going to bring you coffee in bed! Get back in there!”

“Only if you come with me.” Did you think his eyes looked gentle? Clearly that was a bad read. His gaze was fond, yes, but the way his eyes traced over you as you stood there in his t-shirt was anything but soft.

“Well, I would, but you got all huffy when I tried to do the dishes last night, so here we are.” You flicked a little water at him for emphasis. “Now back to bed!”

“Bossy, bossy,” he murmured, moving towards you instead of the bedroom. Clearly he was bad with instructions. 

“It’s called responsibility, look it up.” You bit back your smile as he stood close behind you, hands gentle on your hips, lips on the top of your head.

“I’m going to have to retire this shirt,” he said, smoothing his thumbs back and forth over the fabric. “You wear it much better than I do.”

“Yes, and I’m going to keep wearing it until these dishes are done.” Harvey’s hands were traveling up, spanning your waist, pulling you back almost imperceptibly. You did your best to ignore the feeling starting to flutter between your legs. If the man wanted to feel you up before coffee that was his business, but you were going to get this one thing done before he pulled you into whatever he had planned.

“I’m flexible,” he whispered. His voice was still a little raspy with sleep. It sent a shiver down your spine. Those hands of his kept moving, up and forward, cupping your breasts through the shirt. Your nipples tightened at his touch, and you knew there was no hiding it from him. 

“Give me five minutes,” you said, a little miffed at the way your words trembled.

Harvey didn’t respond, just moved to the top of your thighs. His hands were warm in the cool room, flat and big and covering so much skin at once, fingers wide as he traveled the same path he did before, beneath the shirt this time. You were bare underneath, and you heard Harvey take in a breath as he realized it. 

“You’re very distracting.” You were absolutely breathless at this point. 

“Good,” he said, hands continuing to traverse upwards. His mouth had fallen to your neck, kissing you softly as his hands roamed.

“Fuck, Harvey,” you moaned as he cupped your breasts, gently rolled your nipples between his thumbs and the sides of his hands. “I’m all, like, pruny from the water.”

“That’s alright.” He nipped your earlobe at the same time he gave your breasts a particularly forceful squeeze. “You don’t need your hands for what I have in mind.”

Yoba

“You really can’t wait five minutes?” You were beginning to think you couldn’t wait five minutes.

“No, I can’t.” One hand travelled down, cupped around your core. “But don’t let me stop you.”

You let out a long, slightly whining breath as one of his talented fingers parted you, skimmed ever so gently along your folds. 

“It seems you really enjoy doing the dishes,” he remarked. You turned your head to give him an exasperated look, but that was playing right into his plans, it seemed. He ran his hand up from your breast through the collar of the shirt, bunching the fabric with his forearm, cool air hitting your stomach as he clasped around your neck, braced your jaw, kissed you long and deep. He bit your bottom lip gently before breaking away, making a pleased sound as you shuddered against him. “I need you to come for me, sweetheart. Is that something you can do?”

And there it was. He needed it. Was comforted by it the way you felt comforted wrapped up in his arms. Felt safe, somehow, in the certainty that he could elicit pleasure, that when you were near him you’d feel good, feel incredible, better than you ever had or ever would without him. That you’d put your body in his hands, trust him to take control, to make your world perfect for just a moment.

Well. If that’s what he needed, you’d just have to bear it with grace.

Isn’t that the responsible thing to do?

“I think I can,” you said. Harvey made an approving sound, rubbed his mouth against your neck, dropped the hand holding your chin to press against your stomach. You used the brief pause in his attentions to finish scrubbing a cutting board. “But really, isn’t that up to you? Think you can make me?”

Harvey laughed, lower and deeper than his usual chuckle. “That’s a dangerous question to ask.”

“What can I say?” You deposited the last bits of silverware in the drying rack, used the towel hanging over your shoulder to dry your hands, tried to will some steadiness into your voice. “I like to live on the wild side.”

“My little trouble maker,” he said, then his hands weren’t on you anymore, not really. They were on the towel, for some reason, the one between your hands. He was moving it, catching you up in it, not knotting but twisting, trapping your hands together, holding on tight with one fist while the other made its way back to your folds.

“Fuck,” you gasped, pulling at the fabric. Your excitement had rocketed up at the makeshift restraint, leaving you shaky, sensitive, eager and needy and completely focused on the finger pressing ever so lightly against your clit.

“I told you you wouldn’t need your hands.” Harvey’s quiet confidence wound you up further, made the first real stroke of his fingers feel like a spark, the touches that followed catching through your hips and your thighs. He wasn’t teasing this time, wasn’t going to make you ask or beg. He was chasing results, and had more than the skills needed to achieve them. He knew your body, had been observing it relentlessly throughout your interactions, knew exactly where to touch, how fast, how hard, what angle, what rhythm to have you spiraling upwards almost immediately. 

You cried out, body wanting to double over at the feel of his fingers, so clever and calibrated and beyond fucking perfect. He braced you with the arm holding the towel, keeping you still, keeping you exactly where he wanted you: shaking and keening, clenching around nothing as his fingers worked you up, up, up, up.

“You’re awfully keyed up, sweetheart.” His voice was so calm, so unaffected it made you want to scream. “Just be good and let it go, alright? Just let go for me.”

And fuck, that was exactly what you were doing, feeling everything in you let go, waves of pleasure taking its place, full and deep and shaking and stealing the breath from your lungs so you couldn’t scream, couldn’t moan, couldn’t even whimper. You made a silent, breathless cry as you crested, stayed at that peak for what felt like an eternity until finally releasing, crashing down, feeling limp and weighty as Harvey dropped the towel, wrapped his arm around your waist, held you up, held you to him.

“Well done,” he whispered in your ear. “That was perfect. You were so, so good. Let me see it again.”

“Wha-?” His fingers hadn’t stopped moving, hadn’t stopped their absolutely perfect rhythm against you. You braced your hands against the lip of the sink. Harvey’s arm had stayed latched around your waist, and it was a good thing too - all you wanted to do was let your knees give in, sink to the floor, but he wouldn’t let you. Instead, he kept you just as you were, curled over, gasping, crying out as his fingertips worked against your nub. 

His big t-shirt had slipped down off your shoulder and you could feel his lips running against your skin. His mustache was soft, his stubble rough, his breath warm between kisses. You gripped at the counter, hips starting to make tiny thrusts against his fingers, and Harvey made an approving noise.

“You’re being such a good little thing,” he whispered, lips leaving your shoulder to press against the shell of your ear. “You’re being so, so good for me. Keep going, darling. Keep going.”

As if there were any alternative. As if this ended any other way than you freezing and shuddering, knuckles white, throat constricting on a groan, climax coming on fast and sharp and all-consuming, Harvey pouring praise into your ear as you shook against him, fingers keeping that steady, steady rhythm, until your knees really were giving out this time, and you were pressing your rib cage against the sink for balance, gathering enough breath to gasp “Yoba, Harvey!”

“Are you alright?” Harvey’s body had followed yours, curling over with you, hips pressing against your rear, fingers unmoving against your core. He was hard, what must be achingly so. You could feel him pulse against you, feel yourself pulsing too, tensing and shivering against his motionless fingers, keyed up and wanting, still somehow unsated. 

“Yeah,” you gasped. “Yeah, I’m alright.”

Harvey was turning you, helping you brace your hips on the side of the sink. He held your face between his hands - gentle, shaking slightly, two fingers raised. You were reminded of how he looked at you yesterday in his office, in those split seconds you let him think you were ill. You regretted the joke now, as he searched your eyes. He didn’t need any more worries. 

Whatever he was looking for as he examined you, he found it. “Are you sore at all? From last night?”

You pressed your lips together, restraining the grin that wanted to spread across your face. He needed more. You needed more. “I’m doing alright. Why do you ask?”

“I… I was hoping…” He stammered for a moment (so funny, how his confidence would come and go, so endearing and so interesting), then he caught the teasing glint in your eye. He gave you a look equal parts admonishment and affection, pressed his lips softly to yours. So sweet, this man. So gentle, until you were opening your mouth, letting your tongue meet his, and he was groaning and catching you up beneath your thighs and settling you right back on the counter where you’d been the night before. 

From there it was simply a matter of fishing the packet of foil from his pajama pocket (so prepared, you could practically see the badge-covered vest he must have stored away somewhere), hitching down his pants (you reached for his his cock but he was grabbing your wrist, pressing a kiss to it as he rubbed up against you, tracing the tip of his length against your folds with such firm deliberation it left you gasping), rolling the condom down (you helped as best you could, his fingers tangling with yours as you reached his base, tensing and groaning as you gave him a squeeze), and gently, gently pushing inside of you.

He watched your face as he breached you, some quiet calculus going on behind his eyes. You wondered if he believed you when you said you weren’t sore, if he was looking for any sign of discomfort, unease. And yes, perhaps you were a little sore, but not enough to make his stretch inside of you anything but sweet. 

“I’m okay,” you whispered. “Promise.”

Harvey nodded, kissed your forehead, and moved into you the rest of the way. You shivered at the intrusion, clutched at his shirt, squeezed around him as he groaned, braced his hands on either side of you, shifted his hips in a slow, grinding circle. “So good,” he whispered. “So good, sweetheart. Can… do you think you can come again for me?”

Your response was to grab his hand, bring his fingers to your mouth, meet his eyes as you wet two of them with your tongue.

“Yoba,” he groaned, eyes squeezing shut, hips thrusting hard once, twice, and then his fingers were back on your clit.

It felt different this time, with his cock filling you, with your knees hitched up around his hips, with the way he was watching you. So intent, searching your face, trying to see something in it, looking, asking, begging, you realized with a gasp, begging for something that he didn’t know how to say. 

And maybe it was the position, exactly where you’d been the night before. Maybe it was the way he was curling around you, finger working, so attuned, so attentive, so focused on you and your needs. Maybe it was the way he’d looked at you last night, when he’d admitted the stories that played in his mind while you slept peacefully. Maybe you just fucking wanted to, okay? Just wanted to reach up and clasp him around the throat, thumb against his pulse, not choking but holding, just holding him steady as his eyes widened, his lips parted, his cheeks flushed, his body shuddered. 

“Are you going to make me come?” you asked.

Something in him seemed to break.

He was nodding, eyes closed, gasping, fingers working you faster now, harder, hips snapping quicker, making small noises now, sounds of agreement, sounds that yes said, he was going to do what you asked, yes, he was going to give you what you needed, yes, you were going to give him what he needed too, were giving it to him right now, in fact, in the way your body tensed around him, the way you moaned as your climax hit, the way your fingers tightened around his throat, just a little, just enough to hold him steady, draw him in, make it clear beyond any doubt that he wasn’t there alone.

“Fuck,” he was gasping, both hands on your hips now, pulling you forward to meet each of his thrusts. 

You hooked your free arm around his neck, pulled him down closer, down so his ear was next to your mouth, right where you could whisper into it, close enough for him to feel the puffs of air as you said “that’s it, you’re doing so good. You’re fucking me so good, Harvey, don’t stop.”

He didn’t. He kept up the pace, the sound of his body hitting yours loud in the quiet room. You could feel the way he groaned through your hand on his neck, tiny vibrations that made you groan in return, press your mouth against his ear, close your eyes and hold him, hold him as his thrusts fell off rhythm, hold him as he flexed into you hard and deep, hold him as his body sagged in the wake of his release.

You stayed curled around each other for a moment. Harvey took deep, shuddering breaths, leaning his forehead against your shoulder as he softened inside of you. You kept your hand on his neck, looser, your arm around his shoulders as he relaxed.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“Yes,” he said. “Yes, I… I really am.”

And he truly seemed to be. His eyes were clearer than you’d seen them since before you’d left for the holiday. You rubbed your thumb over his pulse, pressed a kiss to his temple.

The last 18 hours had been a revelation.

And because you were being responsible, you were going to attend to what they revealed.

A man, more alone than you realized, who needed filling in a way you hadn’t accounted for.

A hand on a neck, and the way a pulse slowed to steady while fingers stayed on it.

A feeling, you had to think it now, had to name it, had to admit that it was love and you were in it deep, falling fast with no landing in sight.

You would attend to these things, you promised yourself as you ran your fingers through Harvey’s soft hair. Give them the thought, the attention, the persistence they deserved. 

And that, you decided, would be how you would finally, finally land the way you wanted to: firmly, with both feet, and with a modicum of grace.

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pumpkinspice-prouvaire's required les mis fic reading list

enough of u supported me in my half asleep post asking about fic recs the other day so I am providing. If you want a deep look into my inner psyche this is also the list for that hehe. I tried to be strict about only including my absolute MUST READ fics that I adore and have read and reread and reread again multiple times. Also these will be mostly ExR, to no one's surprise. But there might be a few other ships and gen fics in there too. It's under the read more because this bitch is gonna get long

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I didn't wanna rec the same authors too many times in my list proper so these are the authors whose works I have read all (or nearly all) of multiple times. The authors whose tax returns I would read if they posted them on ao3. I will be featuring my favourite fics by them in the list

Fiver

dannyPURO

TheLibrarina

quillsand

Petr1chor

defractum

ShameDumpster

vamillepudding

revolutionbarbie

loverism (all of their fics are currently in a privated bookmark but I have faith that they will someday return. loverism if u see this I miss u)

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Multi-Chapter fics/Series/WIPs:

Under My Wings You Will Find Refuge- Fiver: (WIP) This is the most required reading of my required reading list. I can quote passages of this fic by heart. It's my roman empire. PLEASE check this one out if you haven't it is the best ExR fic in existence, it will change ur life I promise

Beneath a Dragon Moon- The Librarina: GOT AU, no GOT knowledge required. Lots of dramatic moments interspaced with some lovely tender ExR

Guided by a Beating Heart -torakowalski: my absolute FAVOURITE Enjolras centric angst fic. Lots of emotion, lots of friendship, will make you ugly sob

you and i walk a fragile line (is this the time it finally breaks)?- UnforgettableJoMarch: (WIP) I am so enjoying following along with this one. Heartbreaking plot with sublime execution and some brilliant lines, so looking forward to seeing this one develop

The Future's Owned By You and Me- quillsand: ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY ENJOLRAS/FEUILLY WHAT MORE CAN I SAY. Absolutely fantastic rarer pair fic with as much (and maybe more) importance devoted to the activism as to the ship

Getting Fucked in Lingerie- downtheroadandupthehill: PWP. ahem. anyways.

(With a Jubilant Shout) They Will Come One and All- zade: PWP. AHEM. ANYWAYS.

True Blood AU-kjack89: Exactly what it sounds like. Vampire Grantaire and Human Enjolras shenanigans

words can be unwritten- defractum: my favourite soulmate au which makes me melt every time <3

Armillaria- RevocablePeril: THE MOST COURFIUS FIC OF ALL TIME. Lots of excellent Les Amis content in general. SUCH a good, massively underrated fic. 121 kudos??????????? You're all insane.

In An Age Without Heroes- ShitpostingfromtheBarricade: Gloryhole soulmates, the prison industrial complex, Oprah.

walls come tumbling down-reptilianraven: They're cute your honor. One of the only high school AUs I will abide by tbqh hehe

Oneshots:

What's a Bed Between Friends?- dannyPURO: if there's one thing you should know about me it's that I ADORE the there was only one bed trope

epiphany- Abidatchery: screaming crying throwing up that this isn't the fandom's most kudos'ed fic. Every word is expertly crafted and absolutely stunning

Vienna Roast- revolutionbarbie: cosy coffee shop au with a version of Enjolras we don't get to see but that I really enjoy

Out of Touch- ShameDumpster: LET ENJOLRAS GET LOVED YOU COWARDS

A Little More Lois Lane- stellatundra: Just a really funny and silly AU in which Grantaire is Superman

Love in a Coffee Shop-tellthemstories: an absolute fandom classic and rightly so. I've read this one so many times and every time there'll still be something that makes me laugh out loud

My anaconda don't want none (at all)-vamillepudding: v funny and sweet ace enj fic with hilarious triumvirate and exr dynamics

The Waiting is the Hardest Part-samyazaz: In this house, we absolutely love a sexy bet

Between Meetings and Midnight- PieceofCait: Enjolras cries after sex send tweet

A Bad Penny- PBJellie: Gay cowboys and sickfics are the ultimate combo for SURE

Leaves in the Void- myrmidryad: lots of emotion lots of friendship this one is so heavy but SO good you guys. It's also a Space AU I know we all love that <3

my heart's been borrowed (yours has been blue)-Petr1chor: P-tri is so good at writing fics where Enjolras is a complete dumbass and he wrote this one especially for me <3 <3 <3

fire in my hands- geode: This is my go to fic if I want a laugh. "Do you like parsnips?" "Yes they're my second favourite vegetable" iconic exchange god bless

I Would Do Anything For Love- Need_to_Comment_Rising: one of my fave ace Enjolras fics with lovely tender ExR. No I'm not biased because I worked on this series, don't be silly

Like Comfort, Like Solace, Like Relief- areyoumiserableyet: The sensation of coming home to the people you love after a long day <3

Don't Let Me Be Misunderstood- sonhoedesrazao: There should be more fics with oblivious to his own emotions Grantaire that's all I'm saying

Trying to Leave the Ground-barricadeur: rly comfy cosy smut fic

YAY ENJOY I'm gonna go lie down now god I hope I haven't forgotten anything lmfao

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what are some of your favorite bechloe fics

hm hm i highly recommend you (all) to check out my bookmarks on ao3 (here's the rec only version) but my top favs and the ones that make me foam at the mouth are:

you're two steps forward (i'm one step back) by @becasbelt

ANGST where beca and chloe JUST missed each other sigh bc they are idiots

hold me tight (or don't) also by @becasbelt

relatable bc like beca i am also touch starved

This is Not a Kia Commercial (But It Sure Feels Like It) by wherehopelies

this one was funny sdfgfkfh (for the older bechloe fans: REMEMBER THE HAMSTER FIC LMAO)

she used to meet me on the east side and baby, i know places we won't be found by @cheapthrillsbeca

i remember the chaos when it was being live updated lmao. first one is a roommates kinda situation where beca has to go through chloe's room to get to hers (railroad apartment) and the second one is where they are famous!! celebrities & acting and spiciness ensue!!

show me your teeth same author again!!

this one needs to be separate bc i am a mess over vampire chloe i fear and beca has some Feelings when chloe drinks her blood

this is a beautiful start (to a lifelong love letter) by thelastpoisonapple

hogwarts au featuring ravenclaw beca and actually liking magic after falling in love with chloe

blues and purple pink skies by @pulledpurplecurtains

this fic is why i'm kind of a softie for childhood friends au fics now i fear BC HELP THEY ARE EACH OTHER'S COMFORT SINCE ELEMENTARY SCHOOL and a person really can change a lot as they grow up with a certain character!!! i feel like chloe has become more snarky due to having beca as a childhood best friend :>>

Winter Dreams (Beca's Song) by @lets-talk-appella

christmas fic that actually felt magical <33

My My How Could I Resist Ya? by @ridiculously-over-obsessed

mama mia au!! i actually read this before even watching the movie lol but it is so good!

i also recommend @someone--stupid and @suituuup 's fics!!

there are DEFINITELY a lot that i have missed esp since my marked for later page is 30 pages long SDJHSGFKF and since it's been a while since i've actively searched to read bechloe fics... (i've mostly just been reading works from mutuals and kind of deviating into other fandoms) but i do hope you (and anyone else who's curious) enjoy them!! lemme know what you think