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rosethornewrites · 4 months ago

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T & G reading since 5/12

Finished

Teen:

I’d Be Home With You, by thunderwear

“And if I steal her away?”

“Then we figure it out together.”

What if Cangse Sanren and Wei Changze took Madame Lan and her children from Cloud Recesses to live happily ever after?

Something Warm and Safe, by Winxhelina (6 chapters)

"Rich-gege!" A-Yuan exclaims happily.

"You can't call him that," Wei Wuxian admonishes gently. He puts an arm around Lan Wangji just as his knees give out, "Hey! I'm holding a child, you can't pass out on me like that. Oh. Oh, your back is covered in blood. Is that - is that your blood, Lan Zhan?!"

"Mn."

"Oh. Oh, you're bleeding a lot! Hold on! I'm putting A-Yuan down. A-Yuan, walk on your own for a bit. Can you also hold the basket for me? You're so mature and responsible! Okay, Lan Zhan, stay with me. I've got you."

"Is Rich-gege hurt?"

Lan Wangji doesn't hear the rest of that conversation.

In which Granny Wen manages to convince Wei Wuxian to take A-Yuan and hide away from the world. Lan Wangji manages to find them.

As good as, by apathyinreverie (🔒)

Cangse Sanren would be disappointed.

(Where LQR, right smack in the middle of the war, realizes that WWX doesn’t have a Core. He promptly enlists his own pining nephew in ensuring that, after winning the war for them, WWX is going to end up with GL instead of YJ. He owes that much to Cangse Sanren.)

Survival, by snowberryrose

In which MengYao worked for the Wens

Or: both Wen Qing and MengYao are survivors

Preparing the Soil, by Rynne (3 chapters)

When Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian return to spend the first winter after their marriage in the Cloud Recesses, Wangji is forced to grapple with his uncle's resistance to accepting his new husband fully into the clan. At the heart of this conflict is Lan Qiren's rule forbidding talking to Wei Wuxian. How can Wangji make the Cloud Recesses a more welcoming place for his husband when what he fights now is his uncle's stubbornness?

General:

Now it's just too late to turn around, by kokozy

Cloud Recesses had never truly felt like home to him; Lan Yuan's home was wherever Hanguang-Jun was and sadly, Cloud Recesses was not Hanguang-Jun's home either.

as long as, by Rosylla (🔒, 2nd in a series)

Sleepy Wei Ying is the closest thing to a drunk Wei Ying that Lan Wangji can get.

Fix What We Can, by Kestral

Wei Wuxian shook him gently, feeling like an actor reading from a script. “Jiang Cheng, you need to wake up so you can eat.”

“Fuck off.”

“If you don’t get up and eat, you won’t be strong enough for a new core.”

Jiang Cheng went stiff beneath his hand.

“That’s right,” he said, feeling dread pool in his stomach. “I said ‘new core.’”

He laboriously pushed himself upright. The look of hope on his face was painful. “There’s a way?”

“Yes, but I won’t say any more about it until after you’ve eaten.”

When he had twice emptied his bowl, he turned his focus onto Wei Wuxian. His eyes were fierce, expectant, piercing.

It would be easier, to keep to the script. For a moment Wei Wuxian wavered in his resolve, but of all the names he deserved, coward was not among them.

He took a deep breath. “I want to give you my core.”

Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji go back in time undo all the hurt. They fail.

‘cause it’s worth the sacrifice to finally be strong, by MichelleFeather

"Why does no one believe you both are in a relationship with each other?" he asked over dinner, Lan Huan not in attendance.

Lan Zhan and Wei Ying shared a glance filled with years of that exact same question - along with the rage, anger, sadness, and acceptance that came with such a thought. Wei Ying swirled his drink around with his straw, the ice softly clinking against the clear glass.

"They don't believe us. That's the only conclusion we've ever been able to come to Uncle." he responded, hesitantly looking up at the elder.

"Uncle, you and the Wen siblings are the only people who believe Wei Ying and I are together, that we are married. Brother has always said we were best friends, soulmates, then immediately offered to arrange dates for me."

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Reverse trope: "instead of fake dating, everyone is convinced that you aren't actually dating"

Unfinished

Teen:

What Remains After the War, by Swan_Song

There is a child in the burial mounds.

Looking at the face of a sobbing toddler, crying for the man he once called brother, Jiang Wanyin he can’t find it in him to care that the boy has Wen blood.

He takes the boy home

When The Clock Strikes Four, by Enigmatree

In the end, in the very end, the dreams had come to this point. This Jiang Cheng had no one left. His mother had died to give him Zidian, his father had died to give him his title. His sect had died to gift him the glory of being the Sect Leader that had single-handedly resurrected the Jiang Sect. His sister wasn’t here and Wei Wuxian had given up his golden core and gone missing. Respect, achievements, a name, the Jiang Sect, immense strength, glory, a position where no one could ever again belittle him...

The Jiang Cheng in these dreams… he had attained everything Jiang Cheng had ever dreamed of having.

And now he had no one.

That was the damning point, wasn’t it?

(Whilst still in the Cloud Recesses, Jiang Cheng starts dreaming of the moments of a life that another Jiang Cheng had most regretted. He scrambles against the ever ticking clock to discover the things that might have become his greatest regrets, fix his own future, and find out why and how this is even happening to him. Thankfully, he has some help.)

General:

the sea meets the moon-blanched land, by rkivees

“I'm sorry, Lan Zhan.”

“This is in no way Wei Ying's fault.” He shook his head, eyes focused on Wei Wuxian's face when he said it.

“I could've helped you earlier.”

“You were worried about the ones who could not protect themselves.” His voice was deep and sober, “Like the promise we made 10 years ago.”

or, wei wuxian leaves lotus pier right after their classes in cloud recesses and that's when he finds himself

I Have Arranged to Tie You to Me, by xxxMiaHikarixxx

Lan Wangji is bedridden after receiving the thirty-three strikes as his punishment. He has just been informed of Wei Ying's death. He is convinced he'll never see his beloved again and his soul mourns the loss of him. But something happens in the Jingshi that forces Lan Wangji back to the past, almost three years before Wei Ying visits Cloud Recesses. Lan Wangji is determined to change the past and make sure his beloved is safe and treated with the respect he deserves this time.

#the untamed #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #cql #chen qing ling #untamed fanfiction

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shi-daisy · 1 year ago

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Unlikely Alliance

So I was only planing to make stuff for Day 1 and Day 7 of Eris Week but this idea popped into my head and my dear friend @praetorqueenreyna once told me she liked this ship, so I figured why not? This one for you girlie! We get the heir of Autumn with my precious Spring baby because honselt they both deserved better. Hope you all enjoy!

@erisweek2023

Eris Week 2023- Day 3: Secrets

Unlikely Alliance

The manor was nothing but a collection of vines, broken glass, rubble and wilted flowers. Eris hadn't cared much for the state of things, thinking Tamlin would eventually bounce back from this. He'd been wrong, for the High Lord was lying on the floor in beast form when Eris found him.

He didn't rise when the Autumn prince found him, rather he gazed at him with dulled emerald eyes. "Here to cut off my head?"

"No, Tamlin."

"Pity. I thought Rhysand sent you to finish me off."

"Rhysand's not one to let others do what he himself wishes to accomplish. Besides I have more reasons to keep you around than as a throphy."

"Pray tell, this should be interesting."

He noticed the blonde was slimmer than the last time he saw him when he had a meeting here with the inner circle. 'We shouldn't have frightened him like that.' He regretted.

"I have an alliance proposal. You and I joined as High Lords of the combined Spring and Autumn. "

Tamlin looked at him as if he'd grown another head."...Did you by any chance find Ciaran's secret weed stash, because if so let me know. He wanted me to burn it after he died."

"No Tamlin, I'm not high on your brother's weed. I've given this a lot of thought actually. It would be beneficial for us both.

You know that while Tarquin and his people haven't given any thought to take this land from you, my father is very adamant in getting Spring by force. I'm trying to save you from the edge of his sword."

"Let him. I have nothing left to live for."

"What about Lucien? Do you think he wants to see you dead?! Or Feyre, she'd be heartbroken to hear you passed!"

Tamlin let out a venomous sarcastic laugh that made him wince. "Feyre is the one that plunged this court to ruin for Hybern to destroy! She does not care of my demise! Oh, and your dear baby brother comes every so often to see me, and we talk. Last thing I've heard, he's happily coupled with the human queen and general. I know that in time his visits will cease. I have no one left!"

So he was right. Tamlin still loved those two even if they'd left him behind. He could understand, as there was a lady that refused him and he still sometimes pined for, even if she'd soon be wedded in the Court that he was trying to topple.

"Yet I'm still here. I am offering you a chance to rebuild, to forget, to maybe even reconnect with those you miss."

"Why?! Eris you and I were never close. For years I was only your younger brother's lov- friend!"

"Aye, and I thought that was the only connection we'd share. But as time goes on and everything we knew keeps crashing down, I've kept on thinking that perhaps we should reevaluate our bonds. And yours ws the first to come to mind.

I know how much you loved this court Tamlin. You gave your all for it even if what you truly wanted was to play music and travel. Let me help you heal it, as we bring our enemies down."

"Our enemies? Aren't you Rhysand's ally?"

"That is all talk." He showed Tamlin a Sapphire pendant that glowed in the light. "My true allies are the ones rebelling against Rhysand's rule. His court is preparing to bring him down. I'm just one of their many spies."

Tamlin looked surprised yet impressed. "If we marry, you know well...where my heart lies."

"You know where mine lies too."

Tamlin nodded. He knew that like him, Eris had fallen for one of the Acheron sisters and lost her to an Illiryan.

"Maybe in time that can be healed too. But for now all I want is for the court to be healed, with or without me. I'll accept your proposal."

Eris smiled. He took out the ring he'd brought to make things official. The bronze and ruby piece had been crafted to magically fit the wearer.

Tamlin smiled slightly, he seemed to like it.

"Now, Tamlin Vanserra, will you allow me to get you home?"

"You're still as cheeky as always, but yes."

***

As expected Beron had everything prepared in a mere afternoon, and surprisingly he had followed the instructions Eris suggested. Having all the dishes, flowers and decorations for the banquet be tailored to Tamlin's tastes.

The blonde was being gushed over by Imogen, who made sure he ate enough, and kept him from being overwhelmed.

Thankfully official speeches and matters of the sort were brief, and they could spend the rest of time dancing and enjoying the party. Surprisingly, Tamlin's mood did improve during those few hours.

Once the party ended he was about to pick up his drunken younger siblings, when Nemesis stopped him.

"I'll take care of the hungover babies. Go and rest with your fiance."

"Feeling extra nice or are you not sober?

"Fool, I have enough hallucinations as it is, I'm not making it worse with alcohol. Now scram."

He wouldn't argue with that. Tamlin was still withdrawn despite his better mood, Eris didn't blame him, being back here in Autumn might've brought back memories. So he took the chance to try and cheer up the High Lord of Spring.

Their new room was not as extravagant as the party, but it had a mix of dark greens and reds that was pleasing to the eyes. He'd made sure to furnish it with a writing desk and new instruments for Tamlin. The gesture didn't go unnoticed.

"You remembered my violin and fiddle. Even got a guitar as well."

"Having you play during the Spring Court events was always a highlight. Those who came from Spring said they missed it and I have to agree."

Tamlin chuckled. "You keep secrets well, Eris. This plan and the fact that there's so much about me that you knew and did not show, makes me wonder how many things you have up your sleeve."

He pulled Tamlin close by the waist, relishing in his flustered expression. "You'll come to see it all soon enough, dear future husband. This may all be a part of my plan, but I do intended to get close to you for real Tamlin. Let you see what's under the mask, if you wish to. Just trust that I am not keeping any dangerous secrets from you."

Tamlin's gaze was hopeful, it took little to earn his trust nowadays, even if hardship should've had the opposite effect. "I'll trust you, if you agree to let me keep some small secrets of my own."

"Absolutely."

He pulled out a small Hyacinth flower from his pocket, handing it to Tamlin. The bloom was blue and glowing. Eris had studied flower language before picking the flower.

"A show of caring? You're being very sweet tonight." Tamlin told him.

"Have to spoil my husband to be."

"I'll be sure to return the favor soon."

It didn't take long for them to grow tired, having danced to nearly all of the songs without pause. Eris didn't think he'd feel guilty holding Tamlin's sleeping form. He was no longer the muscular imposing man he'd met years ago. Rather he felt very thin and fragile.

'How did we all leave him to waste away alone?' He pondered. Shaking the thought away he made sure the thick fluffy blankets covered them both well, before snuffing out the candles in the room with a snap of his fingers.

Tamlin was right, he had many secrets. His plans to topple Rhysand, to take down Beron, and to help properly heal Spring were some of his most ambitious and well kept secrets. But there was one he wouldn't voice to anyone, at least not until he was certain he could reveal it without consequences.

He'd kept a torch for young High Lord for centuries, and now that he had him, Eris wouldn't be letting him go anytime soon.

#eris week 2023 #eris vanserra #tamlin #tamris #implied tamcien #implied feylin #implied neris #beron vanserra #imogen vanserra #day 3: secrets

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aeros-lab · 5 months ago

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Hi I've had an insanely productive writing weekend for None Of My Actual Manuscripts but instead random fire and silver character moments so here are some that I found most amusing

Avril PoV stuff:

Valora shook her head, her lips quirking into something almost like a smile. “Because he was easy. Ellard was, is, so ordinary. He wasn’t too loud, too violent, too anything. He was just there. If I was going to have to marry within the pack anyway, I figured he was milquetoast enough to not make it miserable.”

“Man, if my ex ever talked about me like that, I think I’d request euthanasia.”

\o/

“It’s complicated,” I said finally. I tucked my hands between my thighs as if physically folding in on myself could make me disappear and not have to have this conversation with Valora Reins of all goddamn people.

“What, you mean the whole reanimated corpse thing?” she said. “You realize I can turn into a giant dog, right? That’s hardly the weirdest love story I’ve ever heard.”

“Not that,” I said. “Well, okay, not only that.” I focused on my mismatched socks–one white, one striped blue and green. “I made some stupid choices. By the time we’d worked past the mountain I’d built between us, I ended up here. With you.”

Her eyebrows rose. “So sorry to disappoint.”

“No you’re not.”

“You’re right.” She let out a sigh. I scowled. “I mean, I couldn’t care less if you two make it out of this happily ever after. But watching two people dance around each other is agonizing whether you’re invested or not. Trust me, I lived through it with Zieka and Madison. Now that was hell. The emotional constipation. The pining. Disgusting.”

I raised an eyebrow at her as memories of Lyptic’s prejudiced language filtered through my brain. To Valora’s credit, she caught my look and clarified, “Christ, it’s not because they’re gay. I don’t give a shit. I’m a bitch, not a bigot.”

“We love an ally,” I said dryly.

\o/

She shrugged. “I was angry at a lot of things. I took it out on him because I knew he couldn’t do anything about it. The pack may have owned me but I owned him. It was the only thing I had.”

I hissed through my teeth. “You also hear how fucked up that is, right?”

Valora gazed at me through tired, lidded eyes. “We both know I’ve never claimed to be a good person.”

“Did you love him?” I asked, almost afraid to hear the answer. I wasn’t sure if Valora loving Ellard made this better or so much worse.

“In a way,” she admitted. “I loved that he was mine.”

“Yikes.”

“I wanted to love him,” she went on. “And I think I did. Still do. But not like that. Not the way that spellcaster girl does. The way she looks at him is kind of revolting.” She made a sick face. “I could never imagine belonging to a person like that–yes,” she sighed when I opened my mouth. “I see the hypocrisy. Once again, I never claimed to be a good person.”

“You know, it’s okay to love people platonically, too,” I said slowly, carefully. “In a non-possessive, healthy way, even.”

~~~

Ellard PoV

“It means Avril’s back and she spent the night with Kithara.”

Hel whirled around with a tiny gasp. “How do you know that?”

Ilum’s eyebrows rose and he went from being puzzled to uncomfortable to amused at my expense. “Wait, did you walk in on them?”

I squeezed Hel tighter, ignoring the question. “Anyway, the gang’s all here.”

“Oh my god, he walked in on them,” Charity said, bringing a hand to her mouth.

“Listen–”

“My brother in Christ, you have wolf hearing,” Ilum chortled, doubling over. Charity looked away, biting back an onslaught of laughter. “How do you not know when two people are–”

“They weren’t actively doing it!” I exclaimed.

Helena’s shoulders shook and when I peered around, I noticed she was also failing to hold back a fit of laughter.

I sighed. “Et tu, my love?”

~~~

Ilum PoV

Charity's eyes glistened with unshed tears. “Everything she said is true. I’ve gotten too comfortable depending on you. In combat. Emotionally. It’s dragging you down. I’m dragging you down.”

“I thought I was the self loathing one,” I said.

“Be serious.”

“Before I met you, I probably wouldn’t have excused myself before tearing Avril a new asshole so at the very least, you’ve made me a more zen person.”

She shot me a bewildered look. “Sorry, did you just refer to yourself as zen?”

“I thought it would make you laugh.”

\o/

“Nobody gets to decide whether a person is good or bad for me,” I said. “Not Avril and not you. Because, clearly, neither of you knows shit.”

“I feel so comforted,” she said flatly.

“Not here to comfort you,” I said, smirking a bit. “Just being honest.”

“I think I’ve had enough honesty for this morning." She faced the water, watching the sun rise from behind the foliage. Shards of light glittered on the surface. “How about you lie to me instead.”

“K,” I said, giving her hand a squeeze. “Uh…Charity, I think you’re really good at knife throwing.”

“Yeah, nevermind. Lying doesn’t have the same effect when it announces itself.” She scowled. “Also, I’m so not that bad. I have had at least two lucky shots in my life.”

“I’m not allowed to lie anymore, right?”

Kithara PoV (tbh this was just self indulgent romance so it's mostly cheesy but I found 1 slightly silly bit)

“I’ve…never done that before. Was that okay?”

I could only stare at her.

“That bad?” she chuckled. “It’s okay if you faked it.”

I cleared my throat but my voice came out at least two octaves higher than I’d been expecting. “Have I ever told you what an idiot you are sometimes?”

She burst out laughing, the anxiety sloughing off her at once. “There are worse ways to be called an idiot than by a gorgeous naked woman.”

#fire and silver

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thedyingwriter · 2 years ago

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How could we ever just be friends? - steddie x reader

Steve Harrington X Reader X Eddie Munson

guys I have this whole idea in my head for steddie x reader and it's gonna be a whole fic spread over many many many chapters with time skips from their childhood to present time covering everything slowly.

I have this concept in my mind that the reader Vivian Hope (1966) is Korean American in ethnicity. Her father is white and mother Korean. She died when Vivian was young and now she lives with her single dad in Hawkins. He's a lawyer and in earlier days was in close business with the Harringtons. Steve and Vivian are neighbors. Her dad is mostly traveling back and forth from Hawkins to NY. She's very close to him. She met eddie as a middle schooler on his birthday once and then directly in high school. They bond over books, fiction, fantasy and being single parent kids. Eddie was a support system for Vivian when she was all alone and couldn't bear to see Steve be happy without her. They often used to smoke together at Lover's lake. She's also very close to Wayne and the Harringtons always tell Steve to date someone like her.

I have the whole idea of Steve being reader's best friend in middle school and then growing apart in high school when Steve gets in his king stage (she has a crush on him which never gets true) and she grows really close to eddie instead (they both kinda like each other at a time but never acted up on it). She's also Dustin's babysitter who's actually really close to the kids and has been there for all the upside down events and later she moves to NYC after graduation for college.

then later on in 86 when the reader is back to help Eddie she sees how steddie seems to have gotten some feelings for each other (which both are in denial over. Lots of pining and Robin and reader playing cupid) over the course of events and she helps them get together and they all move to new York together

afterwards she just can't seem to date anyone even when she has the perfect dates and the boys always hate her boyfriends/ dates and they all live together and she's cribing and they can't seem to figure out their feelings towards their 'favorite girl' bcs they love each other deeply and then there is some angst because they like her and the reader also wants someone like them and she feels guilty for having feelings for her best friends who are dating and they feel guilty for having feelings for their best friend when they are happily in love but it works out eventually and they all are dating happily. Also very important, Steve will change his name to Steve Munson after his wedding, dropping the Harrington name for good bcs he doesn't want his father's name near his family.

How later on they get happily married in 96 although it may not be legally recognised. They Have three kids. One adopted who they fostered for a while. They have a cat named Ozzy (adopted in (2007). Eddie is a rockstar, Steve is a guidance counselor plus a sports teacher at a high school and the reader is in the fashion industry and kind of like a Fashion Publicist for a Luxury Brand.

And their three kids the oldest is an adopted boy- Eric Munson(1998) (he is white and they fostered him for a while before officially adopting him in 2006) then the middle child is a girl- Julien (jules) Hope Munson(2001) (Steve's biological) and the youngest is a boy- Theodore (theo) Munson(2003) (Eddie's biological).

I apologize for the word vomit as you can see I have really thought about this (maybe way too much) but if enough people are actually interested it would motivate me to write this fic. Please like comment and reblog and let me know how you feel about this.

#steve harrington #eddie Munson #rockstar eddie munson #teacher steve harrington #steddie would be such flirts fr #steddie x reader #steddie #steve harrington x reader #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #word vomit #i have been cooking this up in my head for months now

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broomsticks · 2 years ago

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femslash fic recs: ginny + infidelity

for a request on the @hpsaffics server! most are smutty; there is some dead dove. i do admit i went slightly overboard with the number of fics on this list. i make no apologies 😂

dead dove content includes: noncon, heavy kink, underage, incest.

⭐️: my personal faves, but ymmv!

Ginmione

the same as they always had been by violetclarity (6k, M): a long term affair

Honoring the Head Girl by Viridescence (3k, E): poly femslash, written pre-OOTP. Hermione is eagerly looking forward to the secret Gryffindor ritual for honoring a new Head Girl.

⭐️ Consequences by Inell (800, E): ginny/hermione/pansy, who’s polyjuiced into luna. CW noncon, mind control and other heavy kink.

⭐️ Apples and Oranges Too by drawlight (ripeteeth) (1k, E): forbidden love. podfic elsewhere on AO3

A Helping Hand by Rorimore (3k, E). "My git brother not fucking you right?" Ginny wondered, leaning in closer towards the table.

The Hand We've Been Dealt by Kylo_Ken (5k, E). When Hermione discovers her fiancés affair, she does what any sane woman would do; she sleeps with his sister.

Can I Tell You Something? by SleekGeek (4k, E): ginmione, pre romione wedding.

⭐️ Just bring me flowers by Anakletos (300, M). poetry! incredible pining!

⭐️ Green Light by iota_after_dark (6k, E). What if the best way to get over Ron was to get under Ginny? there’s no cheating in this one, romione are “on a break” and hinny are open — but the ginmione smut is Very good.

Ginsy

⭐️ the Aesthetic of Realness by imaginarium_imperfecta (25k, E): ginsy, pansy planning the hinny wedding. When you don't know what you want your wedding to be like, you call Pansy Parkinson. That's her job: To figure out what you want, and then give it to you.

⭐️ Chasing the Sun by sdk (1.5k, M): established hinny, infidelity and angst. They don't touch anytime it's real.

Vases of Vanity by Slumber (1k, T): Pansy and Ginny meet at a benefit while both are married to other people. steamy!

Yes, Mrs Zabini by Dramione818 (7k, E). in which pansy is ginny’s boss and married to blaise.

Fleurinny

⭐️ Water & Earth by @venom0usbarbie (series, 8k, E). bill dies pre-story, gorgeously written fleurinny angst.

⭐️ The Peak of One's Girlhood by hjgmilf (2k, E). pre bill/fleur wedding, hermione and ginny throw her a bridal shower at the burrow. fleur/hermione/ginny.

Girl secrets by piximera (2k, E); what fleur does instead of getting a divorce.

⭐️ Fall by arcadian_dream (1k, M). on the eve of hinny’s wedding. podfic elsewhere on ao3.

Linny

(no smut just kissing, at most, in all but the last. lots of songfic!!)

not in love tonight (but i might fall on another day) (1k, T). established ginny/OC, linny kissing in the club fic set to ‘i kissed a girl.’

you should probably leave by awesomefatkitty (1k, T). luna pov linny, past hinny, more kissing and angst

Happily Ever After by Kitty September (KittyAug) (7k, T). ginny time travels to the past to fix it.

Those Who Choose by Lomonaaeren (3k, T) amicable divorce, hinny -> drarry and linny.

Speak Now by onlykatelyn (3k, T) hinny wedding, inspired by the song by taylor swift, ends in drarry and linny.

Values by Shadowmun (2k, E). ginny is the one being cheated on here -- consensual infidelity (of the ‘opening the relationship to reignite the spark’ kind), linny + luna/OFC

misc Ginny rarepairs

⭐️ Something We Do by sdk (1.5k, E): ginny cheats on harry with millicent, ft. hot angsty kink. You do what I want until I ask you to stay.

⭐️ The Flavour of Loss by @vdoshu (7k, E): postwar grief and mourning and andromeda/ginny, hinny, prev bella/andromeda.

⭐️ Starting Over by @val-creative (400, M): ginny/tonks, ginny is pregnant and finds herself having doubts.

Someone to talk to by FireOpal (Sandel) (3k, rated M but imo T?): ginny/hannah (ginny is cheating on harry), dialogue-only fic.

gather your peace like fine, woven threads by kwritten (3k, G but… imo maybe M? there is definitely implied smut): cho/ginny, eighth year fic.

#femslash #hp femslash #my fic recs #fic rec list

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seokjinsonlyone · 2 years ago

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OPEN DISCUSSION IS OFFICIALLY OPEN!!!DELUSIONAL HOURS COMMENCED!! the topic on tonight’s table?

u gotta pick a member of your choosing and then create a 7 song bts playlist about ur relationship tell me why you chose each song and how it relates to your relationship as always i’ll go first

the member i choose is OF COURSE✨ seokjin ✨ gotta keep the flame alive while my baby doing his thing gotta let the hoes know he still accounted for 🤧 GOTTA SPEAK OUR TRUTH

FIRST SONG UP IS embarrassed/blanket kick!!! like we would just have soooo much pining in the beginning to be honest but like lowkey pining not lowkey enough that the people who know us best are oblivious but lowkey nonetheless and like we’d be acting awkward around each other tryna figure out who gon make a move first (not me) and like the timing just gon be off for a bit and there’s gonna be the subtle flirting until he goes for it <333

next up is butterfly and i know what you may be thinking like DANG ALREADY???? like THESE LYRICS????

Will you stay by my side/Will you promise me/If I let go of your hand, you'll fly away and break/I'm scared scared scared of that/Will you stop time/If this moment passes/As though it hadn't happened/I’m scared scared scared I'll lose you

but yes <333 we not casual people and all the pining will have gotten to us and it’s gon be like omg 😱 we wanted this so bad what if it doesn’t work? should we just stay friends? i’d rather keep you where you are then escalate this if that’s a possibility like we’re gonna be scared but we finna work through it take the leap of faith

THENNN 21st century girls!!! something cute for the kids something light for the summer time we’ve worked out most of our complexes surrounding the relationship and i just feel like seokjin would have the energy like being my hype man you know like always flirting telling me i’m beautiful encouraging my own individuality this that and the third he’s fun!! he’s a dream!! he’s a man written by a woman!! MY man written for ME specifically 🤨

WE’VE REACHED THE CREST OF BREAKUP ARC in the form of moon like okay you would NOT think that this would lead to our breakup but like FUN FACT!!! i have abandonment and trust issues it’s true 💔 the hot girl’s hamartia like imma get overwhelmed by his affections for me and like how much trust he has in me bc like these lyrics

Though everyone says I'm beautiful/But my sea is all black/A star where flowers bloom and the sky is blue/You are the truly beautiful one/Suddenly I wonder/Are you also looking at me right now? (Oh)/Won't you find out all my painful wounds? (Oh)/ I'll orbit around you/ I'll stay by your side/ I'll be your light/ All for you

LIKE THATS A LOT FOR SOMEONE WITH ABANDONMENT ISSUES AND LIKE and i’d be like woah woah what did i even do to deserve all that we gotta we gotta chill idk if i can do this that’s right i’m the villain of my own story <\3

BUT FRET NOT BC love is not over like at the end of the day he not gon let a good thing (me) go 💁🏾‍♀️ neither of us are tbh it’s gonna take some time to get there tho like we’re both gonna have to take time to evaluate the relationship and ourselves and i feel like it’s gonna be one of those things where it’s like we gonna meet up for closure but end up with us being like why the HECK are we hurting for no reason like if being apart feels like this let’s just be together

and when all that’s said and done we have outro propose 🥳🥳🥳 that’s right guys we’re getting MARRIED!!! 👰🏾‍♀️🤵🏻‍♂️ even tho i’m the earth to his moon he still wants to give me the world the solar system the galaxy it’s true i’m his everything and he’s mine too and we gonna reminisce on our journey and live happily ever after 💕💞💖

SO WE’RE WRAPPING IT ALL UP WITH best of me!!! now let me tell u about this song like it’s just one that always shocks me bc i usually don’t like songs that sound like this like the edm type feel but i’ve ALWAYS really liked this song like every time it would come up on shuffle i’d be surprised about how i genuinely love it but still bc it’s not the usual sound i gravitate toward i don’t typically CHOOSE to put it on so tbh i never looked up the english translation like SUE ME BTS HAS A GAJILLION SONGS AND THEY ALWAYS MAKING MOVES CANT BE ON TOP OF EVERYTHING but when i was looking up the lyrics for this my jaw was on the freaking floor like the DEVOTION held within these lyrics oh me OH MY like need me some of that desperately like if you’ve never looked up the translation or if it’s been a while I SINCERELY URGE YOU TO DO SO like i can’t put everything here but

I used to rain/I used to snow/I stop all the misfortune/ And I bring the heavens/ Don't speak of it so lightly/ There's no me without you/ You're the best of me, the best of me, yeah

like knees on da ground head in my hands world shook aura combusted i can’t believe they was pop locking when they said these words ANYWAY yeah seokjin is like head honcho of both emotional maturity and wanting everyone around him to be happy especially ME once we’re married and all in like we’re gonna give each other our best and be the best for each other

ALRIGHT IVE MADE MYSELF SEEM SUFFICIENTLY CRAZY YOUR TURN IM PASSING THE MIC 🎤

#bts #open discussion #whoever wants to add their two cents pls do so!!!#sorry y’all i want to be adored and this is shown in my lineup #DONT LEAVE ME HANGING #bts fanfic

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watermelonsloth · 1 year ago

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OTPs and NOTPs have less to do with the ships and more to do with the characters

(Disclaimer: I’m speaking in extremely general terms and there are exceptions amongst ships/shippers. I’m also not trying to devalue or insult ships, or claim that one ship/shipper is somehow better than another. This post is meant to be an observation, not a judgement.)

I don’t think it’s a stretch to say that, at least amongst the most popular ships in the Naruto fandom, many ships have very little to do with the dynamics between two characters and more to do with one character getting their “happily ever after.” This is most apparent when you pay less attention to what a shipper is saying and more to how they’re saying it. A lot of ships are described using character-centric language.

(Disclaimer: I’m not saying don’t listen to what’s being said ever, otherwise you’ll never understand their thought process, I’m just saying that you can learn just as much about a ship by listening to the language used.)

SasuSaku is a Sakura-centric ship where Sakura gets the man she wants while simultaneously winning against all the other girls fighting for his hand. This is why in the retsuden Sasuke is so out of character and is sometimes referred to as “whipped for Sakura” by fans.

NaruHina is a Hinata-centric ship where Hinata marries the man she’s pined after for so long. This is why the last focuses on Hinata so much and Naruto is treated as an incredibly dense knight in shining armor.

NaruSaku is a ship that goes either way approximately 60-40. Naruto-centric shippers want Naruto to anchieve every dream he’s ever had and Sakura-centric shippers want Sakura to settle down with the person who’s been so dedicated to her. (I say either instead of both because I very rarely find shippers that vocalize the benefits for both parties.) This is (one of the reasons) why so many NaruSaku fans were surprised that it didn’t become canon; they think that Naruto’s wants weren’t prioritized or that Sakura’s character arc is incomplete.

SasuNaruSasu I’ve also seen go either way but it is largely a Naruto-centric ship where Naruto saves the man he spent so much time chasing after. This is (one of the reasons) why SNS fans think that the ship would’ve been canon if it were straight.

(I could go on, but that would take a while and I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure the rest out or do your own research.)

Why does the Naruto fandom often use the words “deserve” and “earn” despite that not being how relationships work? This is why. Why is one character more frequently used as a self-insert than others? This is why.

This is also where a lot of NOTPs stem from. There are a lot reasons why people don’t ship something or viscerally hate a ship, and this is one of the big ones. “Anti-” shippers often don’t like a certain character and don’t like any ships that favor that character, and they certainly don’t like any ships that favor that character over their favorite. This is why many Sasuke fans hate SasuSaku and SNS. This is why many Naruto fans don’t care for NaruHina. NaruSaku again is a slight exception in the way that some “anti-” shippers hate Sakura and don’t want Naruto with her or hate Naruto and want Sakura with someone else.

This is why I have personally blacklisted many anti-[enter ship here] tags. They’re full of character bashing.

Once again, this is meant to be writing out a general pattern I’ve observed. It’s not meant to be against any ships and I’m sorry if it comes across that way. This might just be me saying what everyone else already knows, but I’ve already typed it and I’m not going back.

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theangrypomeranian · 1 year ago

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001 barryl 💖💖💖

also asked for by @drawthethingdoppelganger! thank you both for this opportunity, i owe you my life.

when I started shipping it if I did: So really funny story, they were actually not going to end up together in Baby Steps. I literally threw them together because I thought it would be Neat TM but they were originally going to end up with different insignificant OCs when they reached adulthood. But then Katie said she shipped them and a switch got flipped in my brain and now I literally cannot stop thinking about them 24/7. It's a problem lmao (but I love it).

my thoughts: With how little we know about Becky, she's one of those blank slate characters that you can project literally anything on to and I have done so to my heart's content. And I love Darryl in the show, I think he has some of the funniest lines and I like Aziz's VA work. They have so much potential from a story POV and it's been SO fun to play around with them. It's also one of those ships that I've gotten to build from the ground up and, in case you didn't figure this out about me already, I LOVE doing that. Developing relationships are my bread and butter, they're so fun to write and it's one of my favorite things.

What makes me happy about them: Honestly? Getting to explore their different backgrounds. Darryl is Indian (I think??) and Aziz is a non practicing Muslim (I think???), so I took that for him and ran with it. As for Becky, making her someone who grew up Catholic but doesn't necessarily believe in their teachings anymore (I write about Catholicism a lot for someone who grew up fundamentalist Baptist lmao) has been interesting to me. Their religious and cultural differences have always been intriguing to me, especially as someone who likes doing research into different religions and cultures (I blame my Hetalia days (yes I was in the fandom, no I'm not proud lmao)).

What makes me sad about them: They've literally never met in canon. I don't even know if they know each other exists. They are literally just in my head. Also I am the only one writing for them which means I have to make all the content. *sobs*

things done in fanfic that annoys me: Once again, I'm literally the only one writing for them lmao so nothing. Yet.

things I look for in fanfic: For anyone looking to join me in Barryl hell (PLEASE I'M STARVING), they need to be the biggest nerds ever who do not know how to romance. They are pining idiots who have no idea what they're doing but boy do they want to.

Who I’d be comfortable them ending up with, if not each other: N/A, I want them together damn it! XDD

My happily ever after for them: They get engaged after Becky graduates with her Bachelor's and get married after Darryl graduates with his. They have three kids and never stop being giant nerds together. <3

who is the big spoon/little spoon: Drawthething said Darryl and you know what she's right. Though I imagine on really bad days Becky gets to be, but it's mostly him.

what is their favorite non-sexual activity: Watching movies together and geeking out about the story and fantasy/sci-fi elements together, and also ranting when something doesn't make sense. Also singing together!

#sally answers #drawthething #hey katie #barryl #becky krespe x darryl #ask meme #ship meme #thank you for the ask!

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raspberryconverse · 2 years ago

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Sometimes a thought pops into my head and I decide to open my original blog (from 2003-2011ish, though I posted in it a few times after that and when I started writing in my LiveJournal again, I used IFTTT to duplicate my posts there) and look things up. Then I get sucked in and start reading things and going down rabbit holes with my tags and I look up and it's been an hour and I'm deep into 2007 when I was pining hardcore over this girl from my LGBT History class that I was pretty good friends with, despite us having a very drunk hookup (that IIRC was still pretty fantastic sex) on our first date. NGL, she's definitely one of the ones "that got away."

(Yes, I am happily married. But sometimes you can't fight the nostalgia.)

Anyway, what sent me there was to see if I could figure out when I first started seeing my therapist and apparently my anniversary with her is Thursday. I've been seeing her for 14 years! Yes, there was a 4 year gap where I took a break (I felt like we kept having the same session over and over again), but holy shit.

I also don't think I can ever visit my blog without having nostalgia for the guy who dumped me for grad school when I was 21. I've been thinking about him a lot, especially with the last few Heartstopper updates. It's not really a spoiler if you've read Nick & Charlie, but basically Charlie had originally assumed Nick was going to go to Kent so he wouldn't be too far from Charlie. I actually met that guy while he was in Chicago for a gap year between undergrad and grad school. We hadn't been dating long, but we kind of knew we were doomed because he wasn't planning on staying in Chicago. Sure, he got into UofC, but he had also gotten into Penn and Carnegie Mellon. As our time was running out, I practically begged him to stay. Ultimately, he ended up at Carnegie Mellon, where he met his spouse (plot twist: we both ended up marrying nonbinary people) and I think they live in North Carolina.

I browsed through his profile on Facebook this afternoon and god, we were adorable together.

When I started writing in my LJ again, apparently someone who was a friend of a friend of my ex I dated right before I dated that guy had stumbled across it and said she was still Team [grad school guy]. And on this entry I wrote about trying to understand my sexuality as a monogamist (Am I still bi if I marry someone or am I really gay or straight, depending on that person's gender?), there's an anonymous comment that I'm pretty sure is the same person.

All I can say is I'm definitely still bisexual and marrying a gender fluid person really solidified that for me. I never would have thought it'd end up that way, but I'm really glad it did.

#blogger #livejournal #bisexual #gender fluid #non binary #the one that got away #university #grad school #getting dumped for grad school #is this what marriage is?#heartstopper #narlie

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paradoxspaceheater · 4 years ago

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nie parents?? nie parents!!

#my art #mdzs #(from left to right:)#oc: hei yulan #oc: nie ranyang #oc: qiang qinglin #i have so many headcanons for these three lol #huaisang's mom is a former assassin #sect leader nie and mingjue's mom were childhood friends #they are all happily married (after A Lot of pining but they Figured It Out)#and i am So Sad about all of their pre-canon deaths ;-;

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gingeraleluke · 3 years ago

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yay!! i was wondering if you could do a jim x fem!reader one shot where jim and the reader are paired up for some sort of office game that michael somehow comes up with (like a trust exercise where you have to gaze into their eyes or something?) & he asks them to come up to the front and show what their pair came up with & jim and the reader end up confessing their love for each other in front of the whole office? hopefully this makes sense thank you so much, there aren’t a lot of the office writers!💗💗

𝗷𝗮𝘄-𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: jim halpert x fem!reader

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: jim and y/n accidentally admit their feelings for one another during a trust exercise.

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: literally nothing but fluff + brief angst parts, some swears + sl*tshaming/religion talks, pam pregnancy talks, fake violence and blood

𝗔/𝗡: i changed it a little bit but i hope you still enjoy!i’m so excited to write about jim! this is my first office fic so hopefully you guys like it! ps. look how cute jim is in this gif :,) disclaimer: jim and pam were never together in this. pam is happily married to roy and is a saleswoman!

interviews/confessional scenes are in bold.

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y/n and jim’s similarity was what made the two get along so well and become so close throughout the years they spent working at dunder mifflin, but their similarities would come back and bite them in the ass at times, hence the situation they were both stuck in.

it was like a cliché story of two best friends who were secretly pining after each other, except this wasn’t a story, it was their life. every time the two of them were given the opportunity to be together, they would always take it— that is, in the office, of course. the both of them had only been together outside of work, if it was for work and with their coworkers. it wasn’t like jim didn’t want to spend the weekend with her, it was just that he was too goddamn scared to say anything. usually, jim was confident with girls and had no problem asking them out, but with y/n it was different. he genuinely cared so much for her that he was scared about doing anything that could risk losing her, even if that meant separating her from his private life.

the first person to notice jim’s crush on y/n was dwight. he insisted how obvious it was based on his skins pigmentation and how jim would uncross his legs whenever she’d come over. everyone else immediately picked up on it and those who didn’t, heard about it from dwight.

y/n on the other hand, had to deal with oscar who was constantly up her ass about how obvious her feelings for him were. she’d kindly decline and try to hide her feelings with some smalltalk, but as the years went by, more and more people caught on, so much that it became a war.

the office became divided into two teams, team dwight and team oscar. half of the office believed that jim was the one to like her first, while the other half believed that y/n was. they even had small presentations with different examples of when one of the two were showing obvious signs of attraction. while some of the slides were stupid, especially the ones dwight came up with, others were actually pretty spot on.

eventually, everyone got fed up with the arguing. it would end up becoming a screaming match, mostly between kelly and ryan over how she was right and he was wrong. god knows how annoying kelly can be, but when ryan admitted that he thought jim fell for y/n first, she was disgusted.

after figuring out that y/n and jim wouldn’t come clean about liking one another, they switched from arguing about who liked who first, to arguing about who would admit it first. michael found out about the whole thing and decided to make it more fun for everyone by having them place bets on who they thought would come clean.

jim and y/n were oblivious to the whole thing. michael would always come up with some excuse to keep the two busy doing something while they’d all huddle together and have their group meetings. one time, jim walked in on one and they lied, saying that it was a meeting about ‘the homeless,’ which he totally didn’t buy. jim became suspicious and knew it was something to do with him and y/n, but he had no idea the severity of the discussion.

bottom line was, the office had formed a plan.

“what am i gonna do today?” y/n asked, repeating what the producer behind the camera said. she formed a line with her lips, “i’m not sure. maybe i’ll do something other than typing numbers all day! but..probably not.”

y/n sat at her desk, crunching in numbers as fast as she could before her wrists began to hurt. sighing, she leaned back and looked up to see kevin sitting across from her and eating m&m’s, throwing them up into the air and trying to get them to land in his mouth. to her left, she saw angela, looking through facebook pictures of her cats before sending y/n a glare.

“what are you looking at?” y/n shook her head, sitting back up and pretending to work. she’d probably enjoy accounting more if she didn’t have to sit with this group of people. sitting next to angela was a nightmare. she’d either spend time criticizing how ‘slutty’ y/n’s outfit was or she’d go on about her christian beliefs and how everyone else in the office would burn in hell, and sitting across from kevin wasn’t too bad, except for the fact that he’d often make crude jokes towards her and make her feel so uncomfortable that she wanted to just hide in the air vents of the office for the rest of the day. jim knew about the comments kevin made, and would always tell her to come visit him whenever she needed a break or to even call him over to get kevin to stop. he knew y/n didn’t need him to stand up for her but he also knew that y/n was too nice to stand up for herself. snapping herself out of her thoughts, she got back to work and ignored the annoying clicking of angela’s nails on the keys and kevin’s gaze on her brown sweater and matching skirt.

“since when do you guys ask me questions like that?” jim smirked while lowering his eyebrows. “today is just an ordinary day in the office— oh! that’s right! hold on.” he got up and ran out of the frame, reappearing with a beet in his hand. “today is a special day because i purchased this from dwight schrutte. i am planning on getting it framed, for it is clearly the best thing that’s ever happened to me. really, i can’t wait to show my kids so they can learn about the importance beets have had on our country.”

meanwhile, jim sat his desk, hulking over and busy in his work. his signature light-blue collared shirt and light navy tie were cladded to his body, along with his black slacks. he began bouncing his leg, a nervous habit of his, while mindlessly clicking his pen. pam sat at the desk to his right, and was bitching at someone over the phone about something non-work related. her and roy had been trying to get pregnant for only a few days now, and she had been super uptight over it. her face was washed with baby fever and she took every second she could to show jim pictures of babies that she found on pinterest. it was sweet. jim knew she would be a great mother, he just couldn’t wait for her to get pregnant already so she would stop bitching…although once she gets pregnant, jim realized that her mood would probably be only worse. he hated sitting with dwight and pam, simply because he wished he could sit near y/n. the amount of times that he would get in trouble for watching her at her desk, was uncountable. he wasn’t doing it in a creepy way, he just longed to be with her. to make jokes with her and smell her perfume instead of phyllis’, but no, he had to sit so damn far away. and even worse, the wall behind erin’s desk was completely blocking his view of you. he could see angela and oscar if he leaned over, but never y/n.

he had gotten creative with it. y/n cared about her job a lot more than jim did, so she rarely ever left her desk for anything, unless she was told to or was on break. jim knew that he had to get up in order to see her. moving the water cooler to the printer did the trick for a little while, until dwight and angela yelled at him for it and called it a fire hazard. he came up with stupid excuses for having to use the printer, like printing out scranton strangler posters with pictures of dwight’s face on them. honestly, anything he could use as an excuse to just see y/n’s face and/or say hi to her for one minute, he would use it.

he took the opportunity to memorize every bit of her whenever he saw her. now that he was thinking about it, he couldn’t quite remember what y/n was wearing that day. leaning back in his chair, he peered around to see if anyone was watching him, before making his way to the water cooler. it wasn’t next to the printer anymore, but now was just a few feet away from it and from y/n, giving him an opportunity to look at her.

he stood there and filled up a cup with water, whistling. as if on cue, angela got up and walked away to do god knows what, and left y/n there on display for him. she noticed his presence from the annoying whistling he would do.

smirking, she took the opportunity to get up and grab some water herself. jim looked her up and down and took in her outfit. a simple tan fisherman knit sweater and a matching knife pleated skirt. even though it wasn’t much, it looked like a princess’ gown in his eyes.

“getting some water?” she asked, kissing her teeth and putting one arm behind her back as she waiting for his cup to fill.

“yup.” he made a pop sound on the ‘p’ and nodded cockily. “you too?”

“oh yeah.” she mirrored him and watched him take small sips of his water as she got her own.

“you know, that’s like the second time in the past hour that you’ve come up to get some water…dry throat?”

“yeah, it’s crazy,” he whined and pulled at his collar like his throat was irritated, “i think it’s from phyllis’ perfume.”

“aww..yeah. that’ll do it.” she smacked her lips and winced sarcastically.

“i know..i think i’ll survive though.” she tried her best to ignore the butterflies in her stomach that would commonly make an appearance whenever jim was around. she just couldn’t help it! he was so sweet and funny and so damn handsome that sometimes she’d zone out. it just wasn’t fair.

“yeah, i’m sure you will.” the two stood there, awkwardly. both of them drinking their water as slow as possible so they could stay together.

“hey, so you know how i sa-“ jim was cut off by the sound of dwight pssting to get his attention. he continued on with his story, but dwight kept interrupting him. he turned to see dwight leaned up against the wall as if he was in a spy movie. “what dwight.”

“i need to speak with you.”

“not now—“

“no, it’s fine! i have to get back to work, anyways.. see you at lunch?” she rolled her eyes and motioned towards angela, before smiling at jim. jim’s heart sunk as he watched her walk away. “yeah! totally..”

“what?! what is so important?” he snapped, annoyed that dwight had driven y/n away.

“come to the conference room. it’s not safe here.” he zipped towards the conference room and jim shook his head as he followed. after hearing the click of the door, he spoke.

“what?”

“i have a mission for you.” dwight innocently looked at jim, reading his body language for any signs of agreement. jim blinked and turned around to open the door. “NO! wait! it’s important!” he grabbed jim by the shoulders and spun him around. he kept his hands on jim’s shoulders, until jim motioned towards his hand placement with his eyes. dwight loosened the grip and gave a quiet ‘sorry’.

“look, i don’t want to be a part of one of your military alien warrior missions right now—“

“but it’s not!”

“really?” jim was unamused and didn’t believe a word dwight said.

“yes!”

“okay, than what is it?”

“there’s a box.”

“a-a box?” jim looked at the camera, silently begging someone to save him from the conversation he was in.

“yeah, in the back of the warehouse.”

“in the back of the warehouse?”

“yes!”

“the place were people go to have sex?”

“precisely.”

“there’s a box?”

“mmhmm.” dwight nodded.

“and you want me to go grab it?” he spoke slowly and made a thumb with his hand, pointing towards the door.

“yes.”

“you want to take me to the hook up spot so we can go pick up a box?”

“YES!” dwight became annoyed.

“dwight, no offense, but i like women.”

“okay— wait, what?”

“i’m not going to hook up with you in the warehouse, bud.” he put a hand on dwight’s shoulder and walked out of the conference room to sit back at his desk.

“if you ever can’t get something done yourself, you know what you do? you punch yourself in the face for being such a loser and man up and get it done! that’s what my third cousin always said. he’s dead now. died in a fire.” dwight frowned.

“but if you can’t do that, then always call for michael.”

“MICHEAL!” dwight pushed open the door to michaels office and explained the situation. it wasn’t long before jim’s work phone rang. he picked it up and heard michael’s voice.

“jim. whatever dwight is telling you to do, go do it.”

“no.”

“JIM, i am your boss! i will have you fired, okay?!”

jim made his signature sarcastic smile, “you can’t fire me for that, micheal.” he swiftly hung up and began to get back to work when he got a call from toby.

“now, i know this isn’t my usual advice, but i highly suggest listening to what michael is telling you right now, jim.”

“what? i just, really want to get those two together already!” toby smiled.

“i really hate having toby in my office. like…i just want to blow up his whole face. i’m gonna have to disinfect everything in my office..” micheal spoke, biting his lip and looking around the room.

jim obliged and hurried downstairs. “did she see?”micheal whisper-shouted, peering over the corner of the desk.

“no, coast is clear.”

dwight and toby watched as michael clicked the keys of the phone. “that’s not y/n’s number, that’s angela’s-“

“yeah— i know!” michael snapped, waving dwight away from his face.

“but why are you calling angela?”

“because! then she can tell y/n that it’s for her. it will make it all much more intense and she’ll think it’s serious..”

“that sounds like a waste of time—“

“sHH! she picked up!— hello!?”

“um..michael?” y/n questioned, worried about why he would call her from angela’s work phone.

“yes! it’s me.”

“why didn’t you just call my phone?”

“yeah, i could be missing calls!” angela whined, filing her nails.

“don’t worry about that, okay? i need you to go pick up a box in the back of the warehouse.” y/n listened to micheal’s task for her and got up, confused as to why this was a job for an account.

“why am i doing this? why not someone in the warehouse—“

“just do it!” and with that, he hung up.

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jim was just about to make his way back upstairs with the box, when he saw y/n walking towards him. his whole face immediately was full of life as he tried to act natural, watching her step forward.

“jim?”

“hey!”

“what are you doing down here?”

“uh..” he leaned up against the door. “honestly? not sure why, but michael wanted me to get this—“

“box?” jim’s brows furrowed.

“yeah, how’d you know?”

“michael asked me to do the same thing!”

jim stiffened, worried that they might had planned something. “oh, weird.”

“yeah..” she leaned over and grabbed the box when jim asked her to hand it to him.

“are you gonna open it?”

jim cocked one shoulder and nodded. “why not?”

once he got the box open, he saw that it was filled with nothing but rocks and his face fell— sending a look of dissatisfaction to the camera. “what? what’s in it?”

“rocks.” jim smiled, watching y/n’s eyes look up at him until her face mirrored his.

“of course it is!”

“yeah, we should probably go back upstairs. they’re probably going through our desks or something.”

“whatcha got hiding in your desk, there, jim?”

“oh you know— just buckets and buckets of barbie movies and pictures from world war II, the usual.” he joked, making y/n shove him lightly as they walked back upstairs.

when they opened the door, they were met with an angry kelly and dwight face-first on the ground, screaming in agony. “what the hell is going on?!” y/n shouted, putting the box down.

“GOD, KELLY! KNOCK IT OFF!” micheal pulled her off of dwight and helped the farmer off of the ground. “dwight, are you okay?”

dwight’s face was covered in blood and he held his nose as if she broke it. “no, michael! i’m not! i refuse to with with that bitch!”

kelly gasped and snapped her fingers. “nuh, uh— did he just call me the b word?!”

“ENOUGH!” andy stood up on his desk, catching everyone’s attention. jim rubbed his face, not even bothering to watch their shitty acting.

“we need to work together, you guys! say, michael?”

“yes andy?”

“i think we should do some trust exercises and open up about our real feelings, don’t you?”

“oh, boy! do i!”

dwight snapped out of it, holding his nose while the red liquid dripped down. “alright then! let’s make a group of two. group one can be hm…” he pretended to think before listing of the names, “michael, angela, oscar, creed, stanley, ryan, toby, y/n, and kelly! everyone else can be team two.”

“i learned how to create the perfect fake blood when i was only six. it’s a secret that i just can’t get into but, all i’m gonna say is that it involves a sheep.” dwight smirked.

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“okay! you guys will be given a partner from the other team and will be writing a list of things that you love about them or that you want to tell them.” micheal explained, standing in the middle of the office that was split down the middle. y/n locked eyes with jim who was sitting at andy’s desk on the other side of the room. “how about jim and y/n go first.”

“wait, shouldn’t kelly and dwight go first since they’re the ones with problems?” jim asked, raising his hand.

“nope, you and y/n. get started. your group can help you out.”

“damn it.. i was really looking forward to writing down a list of things i love about stanley.” jim smiled, childishly.

“this makes no sense, but okay.”

jim and y/n were nervously looking at the blank sheet of paper. they had no clue what to write for one another. it was almost impossible for them to put their feelings on paper and even if it was possible, they were both way too scared to do it.

“i know that jim has liked y/n the longest and is too much of a wimp to admit it, so of course, y/n is going to break first! it’s easy, just fill jim’s head with so much compliments that it makes y/n feel secure enough to admit her feelings. simple as that.” dwight laughed wickedly.

“jim is gonna come clean first. trust me, i know everything about love, i’m like a love expert. dwight is going down.” kelly smiled.

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“LOOK INTO EACH OTHER’S EYES!” micheal gripped the megaphone as y/n and jim stood up in front of one another.

“umm..do you wanna go first?” jim asked, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“sure.” she tried her best to keep her cool but they were less than a foot apart and being forced to make eye contact, didn’t make it any easier.

“wait, can i look at my paper?”

“yes.” michael blurted.

“okay, um..” she briefly looked down and spoke, “i love how tall you are. it really brings out the goofiness of your jokes.”

jim continued staring into her eyes, smiling at her words and feeling his cheeks heat up even more.

she sent him an uncertain grin. “your turn.”

jim snapped out of it and looked down at his paper, clearing his throat. “i love how serious you are, while still somehow being the silliest person i know.”

the two teams watched, waiting to see if one of them would break, but nothing.

“i love when you quietly chew your food.”

jim bursted out laughing, and just like that, the two of them were comfortable. “wow, real nice y/l/n.”

“yeah, i thought so.”

“i love when you do your batman impression. how deep your voice gets always amazes me.”

“why thank you!”

“ALL RIGHT, CUT!” dwight shouted.

“what—“

“MEETING!” he dragged jim back to the group.

“why, what happened?”

“this just isn’t..good! i mean, these are sissy compliments, come on jim!”

“i thought i was doing pretty well..—“

“no! let me discuss with the group for a second.” dwight and pam began bantering as jim sat there, doodling.

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“i know what we need to do!” kelly hopped out of her seat, walking up to micheal. y/n was watching the clock tick and was humming a song, oblivious to the group discussion.

“what, what?”

“the only way to get jim to admit that he loves her is if she thinks that he doesn’t!”

“huh?” oscar asked.

“it’s easy! we just have to make her think that jim doesn’t care about her and he’ll have to change his mind and to do that, he’ll come clean! duh!”

“that’s actually not that bad of an idea…” oscar agreed.

“alright! hey, y/n!” kelly woke y/n out of her daydream. “wanna know a secret?”

“what?”

“jim and pam slept together.”

“they did?!” toby shouted, making kelly slap him.

“no, you idiot! just play along.”

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“why is she looking at me like that?” jim questioned. y/n was sending him disgusted looks from across the room and he was confused as to why.

“yeah, why is she…?” dwight backed away from the group and met creed in the corner of the office.

“always have a rat. they snitch and tell you everything you need to know.” dwight nodded.

“they’re saying that jim is a piece of shit and that he hates her.”

“what?! why would they—“ a moment of realization hit him. “genius! getting her to break it off so he would have no choice but to admit his love.”

“mmhmm, yeah, now where’s the payment?” creed asked, holding a hand out. dwight grabbed monopoly dollars and placed them in creeds hand. “oo, the blue ones!” he snuck the dollars in his pockets, looking around to make sure no one was watching. he scurried back to y/n’s team.

dwight made his way towards jim and whispered in his ear.

“y/n slept with ryan.”

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“ANDDDD LOOK INTO THEIR EYES!” micheal sounded off the recouping as jim and y/n both stepped forwards, their hands empty this time and y/n heartbroken while jim was furious.

“why are you even sad? what is there to be sad for? i should be sad, not you.” jim spoke softly.

“why would you be sad? i’m sad because i found out that you never even cared about me, in fact, are embarrassed of me and that you invited everyone but me to just about everything for the past few years! and you’ve been sleeping with a married woman, jim! she��s married!” she tried to keep her cool, but she wanted to cry so badly. it made it hard for her to breathe. her voice was just as soft and quiet as jim’s was.

“wait, what?”

“i know about you and pam.” y/n felt her eyes water and jim noticed, putting a hand on her shoulder to comfort her.

“first of all, i never slept with pam and second, you slept with ryan!”

“SHE DID WHAT?!” kelly started to take off her heels when oscar explained to her what was happening.

“oh, please— ryan?! you really have to make up lies like that to cover your ass?”

“i’m not covering anything! me and pam were never together!”

“oh, really? so you didn’t spend new years together with her and everyone else?”

jim didn’t know what to say. it was true. he did throw parties at his place and never invite y/n. it wasn’t because he was embarrassed of her, it was because he was scared of being rejected and losing her.

“wait…you did?” y/n whispered. dwight stood menacingly behind jim, excited that his plan was working. when he stayed silent, she dropped her jaw.

jim didn’t even care about the whole ryan thing. he was suddenly aware of his racing heart and he searched y/n’s eyes for just a sliver of forgiveness.

“y/n..”

her lip quivered and she shook her head before running off and down the stairs. “y/n, wait!” jim followed after her, leaving everyone standing there, speechless.

“i think that this could be a good thing. i mean, i wasn’t expecting it to be this complicated, but, she’ll come clean sooner or later.” dwight threw back a handful of cashews into his mouth.

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jim found y/n rolled up into a ball on the stairs. her face was burried in her skirt and she had her arms wrapped around herself.

jim sat beside her, keeping his distance. he wanted to hug her and comfort her but he didn’t want to upset her any more.

“why didn’t you invite me?” he perked up at her muffled words, watching her lift her head up. her bloodshot eyes looked into his and he could feel his heart breaking. “am i really that bad? i mean, you invite meredith and not me?”

“no, y/n!” he grabbed her hand and put it in his, cupping it. “you mean more to me than any one of them do. i was just too scared to invite you..” he frowned.

“why would you be scared?”

“because you’re the most gorgeous thing i’ve ever seen in my whole life and i’m scared of losing you.”

y/n shot her head up, looking at him. she wasn’t sure if she heard him correctly. “what?”

“y/n, i don’t care about anyone in the world as much as i care about you. i haven’t even thought about being with anyone else since the day we met.”

she felt herself smile and a tear fell down her cheek. “jim, i’ve been in love with you since i knew you existed.”

“well, why didn’t you say so?!” y/n giggled at his words.

“same reason that you didn’t!” she rested her head on his shoulder.

“so um..can i kiss you now?”

“definitely.”

he leaned in desperately, and held onto the back of her neck. he touched her as if he was afraid of losing her and her stomach was going wild with butterflies. the office emerged and saw the scene, causing some of them to cheer while others were jaw-dropped, but jim never stopped kissing her.

“WAIT, BUT WHO WON?!” dwight shouted.

legend has it that y/n and jim have been kissing on that staircase, ever since.

#jim halpert #jim halpert x reader #jim halpert fanfic #jim halpert imagines #the office x reader #the office #the office imagines #the office jim #the office fanfiction #netflix fanfiction #john krasinski #john krasinski x reader #dwight schrute #micheal scott

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I wonder what it’s like to be loved by you // Benedict Bridgerton

Summary: You’ve loved him for as long as you can remember. Is this the season where he finally realises?

A/N: I LOVE BENEDICT. I love him so much. What do I have to do to get a Benedict? Title is from Shawn Mendes - Wonder. I had so much fun writing this fic, I can’t wait to write more for the Bridgerton fandom! I truly hope you all like it, let me know what you think please?

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x Fem!Reader

Warnings: swearing, mentions of food and drink, fluff, pining, mutual pining, dancing, balls, obliviousness, friends to lovers, she/her pronouns, a lot of history - I am a historian after all and this is the regency era.

Word count: 4.8k

Lady Danbury never spared any expense on the balls she held every season. She knew full well that many a match could be made that night so there was not only pressure from the ton, but also a responsibility that this ball must outdo all others thrown before – by herself and other matriarchs in society.

A feat she always managed to achieve, the elder thinks to herself as she watches your eyes widen upon entering the ornately decorated room. Looking you up and down, she approves of your outfit – a dark blue dress punctuated with silver jewellery, hair twisted into an updo with only a few strands hanging loose to frame your face. From her spot across the ballroom, Lady Danbury wonders how you hadn’t married yet.

As the band strikes up, Lady Danbury walks into the fray, greeting her guests with a smile. All the while, she keeps a trained eye on you, wondering who on earth had captured your heart but had not noticed.

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No matter how hard he tried, the charcoal would not wash from his fingers. Having scrubbed and scrubbed at his hands, Benedict could only offer you a smile of apology as you not only noted his lateness but the state of his hands.

“It’s very fortunate that you are a talented artist,” You comment with a teasing smile.

Benedict reaches for your hand, dropping a kiss to the back of it before answering. “I class myself as very fortunate to have a friend like you who understands how easy it is to get lost in a sketch or a painting.”

You roll your eyes, careful not to let anyone else but Benedict see your act of impropriety. He smirks, unable to help himself.

“You’re a shameful flatterer, Benedict.”

“Some might even call me a ‘rake’,” He replies, his tone teasing.

“I shall save that for when you’ve really annoyed me.”

He laughs; a loud chuckle that draws the attention of those closest to you. Most notably, Benedict’s mother, Violet Bridgerton and Lady Danbury.

Benedict clears his throat; cheeks flushed not only from the attention but from the knowledge that his mother would soon be making her way over to him. He adored his mother; was grateful for her every day, but he could happily admit he could live without the meddling in his love life. He grabs your gloved hand once more; kissing the back of it in parting before asking, “Save me a dance on your card?”

“Always,” You answer, watching his back as he stalks away. Benedict narrowly avoids being collared by his mother, an act to which you find yourself smiling at.

With thoughts of Benedict in mind, you wander around the outskirts of the ballroom, your dark blue skirts swishing pleasantly under foot. You pause only to grab a lemonade from the table, sipping happily at the cold drink.

You catch sight of the brunette that had stolen your heart dancing with Penelope Featherington and though you know there is no romance there, your heart is unable to stop the hurt that lashes through it. Schooling your face into a mask of polite delight, you force yourself to turn away from the sight of the man you had so readily given your heart to dancing with someone else.

“How long have you been in love with my brother?” A raspy voice asks from behind you.

Your lemonade splashes slightly as you turn to face your interrogator. “Eloise!” You laugh, smiling too wide to be comfortable, “Whatever do you mean?”

Eloise’s shrewd blue eyes narrow slightly as she takes in your dismissal. She waves her hand in the general direction of Benedict though you knew exactly where he was – could feel his location thrumming in your veins.

“Don’t play coy, (Y/N). It doesn’t become you. Now, how long have you been in love with Benedict?”

That was the question, wasn’t it? How long had you loved Benedict? Thinking back on it, you’re sure that you’ve always loved him. Your family had been good friends with the Bridgerton family for as long as you could remember. Your mother was always having tea with Violet and you were always thrust upon the eight siblings without much worry. Your friendship with Benedict had started in earnest when you had complimented his art skills, bringing up how you liked to draw too. From there, a close friendship was forged.

By your twentieth year on this earth, you realised that your feelings for the second Bridgerton were no longer platonic… that you craved something more. Falling for Benedict Bridgerton felt inevitable almost; that your heart was destined to be his whether he knew it or not.

Sighing heavily, you see no point in lying to the second eldest Bridgerton girl. “For as long as I can remember,” You admit, rushing to add on, “But he doesn’t know so please don’t tell him!”

Eloise’s eyes widen at your confession, not only shocked that you readily admitted your feelings for her elder brother, but for how long you have harboured them. “Is that why you have not yet married?” She demands, “Because you loved him?”

Biting your lip, you nod. “It wouldn’t be fair to my husband. Their wife in love with another man – it doesn’t exactly set stable foundations for a long, prosperous marriage and…”

“And…” Eloise prompts, her innate curiosity getting the better of her. If her mother could hear her now, she would surely receive a scolding.

You ball your hands into fists before letting them drop to your sides; letting them hang there like the constant hope you have for Benedict.

“And I still hope he’ll notice I’m here. That I have been here all along,” You voice cracks on the admission causing a pang of upset to flash through Eloise. She’d reach out to comfort you, but it would only draw attention from the many mothers circling and no doubt, Lady Whistledown.

“(Y/N)…” Eloise begins but you hold a single hand up to stop her before she starts. With a strained smile, you reassure her. “It’s fine, Eloise. I accept it with every season that passes that it is unlikely he shall ever return my feelings.”

“Then he is a fool,” Eloise states plaining, sending a glare in the direction of her beloved brother. She had no qualms admitting that Benedict was indeed her favourite sibling, but he had his moments where he vexed her beyond belief.

“Who is a fool?” A voice questions to the right of you. Benedict.

Freezing in place, you cast a helpless look at Eloise, begging her silently to take control of this situation. Eloise smiles and nods imperceptibly. She turns towards her brother, hooking her arm through yours as she declares, “The men that have not offered their hand to (Y/N) yet. They’re all fools, aren’t they dear brother.”

Benedict casts his gaze towards you; his eyes scanning your face for what, he does not know. “Fools,” He agrees quietly though he is heard perfectly over the music. “Would you care to dance?” He asks, wanting you to himself for a little while. As much as he loved his younger sister, she was a keen observer, and he wasn’t ready for her to figure out his feelings just yet. Not when he hadn’t admitted them to you.

Nodding your head, you take his outstretched hand, bidding goodbye to Eloise for now. The brunette shakes her head as the both of you walk away. Oblivious, she thinks to herself, completely oblivious.

As the music strikes up once more, it becomes obvious that the next dance is a waltz, requiring the closeness of your partner. It was only years ago that this dance had scandalised the ton for its closeness – now, it was required at every ball, many married couples savouring the intimacy.

Benedict’s hand settles on the small of your back as his other grips your hand. Your hand rests comfortably on his shoulder as he begins to lead you through the steps you have known since your youth.

Music around you fades as do the other couples. The only two people in the room are Benedict and yourself. The feel of his hand on your back and the look in his eyes; it’s enough to have you accept your fate then and there. It’s enough for you to admit that you have been ruined for any and all men; finding yourself in love with the man who holds you so tenderly and has always held you in high regard. Is this it? You ask yourself, is this what it feels like to be loved by him? To feel like the only one in the world. If it is, you’ll take it with open hands.

Your eyes do not leave his as Benedict leads you through the rises and falls of the dance. His hand remains a steady presence on your lower back; the feeling just enough to distract you from the crowd now watching you and instead, leading you to wonder what his hands would feel like elsewhere on your body.

As the music falls into another song; this one more upbeat, Benedict drops his hands, letting you free. He hadn’t wanted to; had wanted to pull you from the ballroom, to confess the feelings that have haunted him for years and to ask you to be his for better or for worse.

But he doesn’t. Instead, he bows and smiles, reaches for your hand to kiss it and then lets himself breathe as he turns and walks away.

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Dear Reader,

Though there is much to report from Lady Danbury’s ball last night – the fashion, the food, the décor – This Author wants to focus on one moment in particular.

Now, Dear Reader, whilst you may wonder the importance of such a moment, remember that it is one’s job to observe all. That is why I want to bring attention to Mr. Benedict Bridgerton who found himself extremely popular last night, dancing with many eligible women and delighting them with his talents.

However, Dear Reader, this is not the moment I want to focus on.

No. Instead, I want to bring attention to the heart most likely suffering in silence as Mr. Bridgerton continues to charm the ton.

As you all know, I am not one to beat around the proverbial bush and hide identities, but for the sake of the woman who has found herself in love with the second eldest Bridgerton for as long she can remember, I shall endeavour to keep her name a secret.

Know, however, that This Author’s sympathies lie with you.

To love another unrequitedly is a dear shame.

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The gossip sheet is scrunched to a ball in your hands. It’s all you can do to keep the tears from falling down your face. As if you didn’t know your love was unrequited; as if you didn’t know you had all but doomed yourself to being a spinster as you wait for a man who did not know you loved him.

Lady Whistledown knew your secret, and your identity. As a result, the whole ton knew your secret but whatever morals the author possesses, she had not revealed your identity.

Summoning the carriage, you ask to be taken to Bridgerton House where you can speak to Eloise in confidence and ask for her advice on what she might do. Deep down, you had to know whether Benedict had read the paper too.

It doesn’t take long for Eloise to find you in the tea room; a cup of tea in your hands but readily ignored as you chew on the inside of your cheek. Her brown hair tied up in her usual bun, her eyes hold the pity you didn’t want to see or hear as of this moment.

“I didn’t know she was listening, I swear,” Eloise promises, sitting by your side and reaching for your hand.

“I know,” You comfort, “You would never tell a soul.”

“At least she didn’t reveal your identity,” Eloise chirps, trying to find a silver lining.

“Yet she has revealed my secret to the entirety of London society,” You sigh. Removing your hand from Eloise’s, you press your palm to your forehead, feeling overwhelmingly tired and desperate for the day to be over already. “Does he know?”

Eloise chews on her bottom lip, deciding whether to answer you. “He has read it,” She admits, but rushes to add, “He doesn’t know it’s you! He doesn’t have a clue really. He’s angrier at himself for not noticing anything was amiss.”

“I don’t know what to do,” You whisper, feeling helpless.

“For now,” Eloise states, “We do nothing.”

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Your heels sink into the soft carpet as you wander down the stairs, pausing only to check you have everything. Your mind remains elsewhere as you check your bag out of habit, the conversation with Eloise, the latest gossip sheet, your feelings for Benedict. They circle around your mind, leaving you dizzy in their wake as you try to make sense of them all, try to find your next step in and amongst the mess.

“(Y/N),” Benedict greets, hurrying down the final few stairs, pleasantly surprised, “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were visiting.”

“I came to drop in on Eloise. I wanted to thank her for last night; she was an ear when I needed someone to listen.”

“Is it anything I can help with?” He asks, voice taking on a concerned note as he reaches out for you.

You shake your head, squeezing his hand in return. “For now, everything is okay.”

Benedict clears his throat. “I’m glad to hear it, but please come to me next time. I want to help if I can.”

“I will,” You promise, your eyes now scanning over his fine clothes. “Where are you off to?”

“An art exhibition at Somerset House. They’re showing some Holbein’s from the Royal collection.”

“Holbein’s?” You ask, shocked at the name falling from Benedict’s mouth.

He nods, just as excited. It was a rare thing indeed to have Holbein’s on display; they were usually kept in whatever royal residence they found themselves in; hidden away from the public eye. Art was the very foundation of your friendship; having seen so many of his sketches as a young boy and watching them develop into surer lines and confident strokes. Benedict was an exceptionally talented artist – something he would say about yourself. Benedict was the only person to see such work; the watercolours in your sketchpad leaving him breathless as you bring life to the inanimate.

“Would you like to join me?” He asks before he can talk himself out of it. He had barely seen you all season; you had closed in yourself, as if accepting a fate that you did not want. Benedict would do what he could to ensure your happiness for a little bit longer.

“Unchaperoned?”

A faint blush rises on Benedict’s cheeks as he realises what he has asked of you. “I shall ask Eloise to accompany us,” He suggests, turning to face the direction in which you had just come, “Did she mention any plans to you?”

You shake your head to which Benedict leases a sigh of relief. “I’ll go ask her now. I’m sure she won’t mind… much.”

Laughing quietly, you wait patiently in the entryway of Bridgerton House. The house in London so often felt like a second home to you; spending so much of childhood summers here when your mother would take tea with the Bridgerton matriarch. As you grew into your teens, you would begin to visit the house with just your maid, calling on the family for social niceties. The friendship with Benedict and Eloise only solidified your standing in the close family unit.

Eloise’s voice brings you back to the present. She walks down the stairs, accompanied by her brother. Taking one look at you, waiting patiently for the both of them, Eloise gets a mischievous look in her eye. It isn’t a look that leaves you in comfort, but rather leaves you wondering just what she has planned for the art exhibition.

“Eloise has so graciously accepted to join us,” Benedict announces, sounding rather pleased with himself.

Eloise smiles: a smile that sets Benedict’s nerves on edge. He would owe her for this, that much he knew. “I would be more than happy to accompany you, brother.”

Benedict resists the urge to groan; he’s in deep shit for this.

“Thank you, Eloise,” You murmur with a smile. Something in Eloise softens at your tone as if she would be unable to deny you this time with Benedict when it was their mother’s mission to see him married off this very season.

“Of course,” Eloise allows, glancing between you and Benedict – noting the longing in both sets of eyes. She shakes her head, gesturing to the door and where the carriages waits just beyond it. “Shall we?”

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“He wasn’t a handsome monarch, was he?” Eloise murmurs quietly, staring up at the grand portrait of the fearsome king who preferred executing his wives rather than loving them.

The walls of Somerset House have become dedicated to the eyes of the past. Past monarchs and relatives decorate the walls; their eyes following each attendant, as if curious to see how society is progressing less than three hundred years after the death of the artist.

Benedict chuckles; the very sound raising goosebumps across your skin. You barely repress the shiver the sound elicits. Trying your best to listen as the siblings argue about the reign of this particular monarch – the pros and the cons to what he did for the very country he ruled over for decades.

“Oh!” Eloise gasps, interrupting the argument and loosening her grip on your arm, she waves frantically at Penelope Featherington. “Would you mind terribly if I go say hello?”

“Not at all,” You laugh.

“You’re sure you’ll be okay with Benedict?”

The man in question scoffs, rolling his eyes at his little sister. “Off with you,” He dismisses, “I’ll escort (Y/N) – someone who actually appreciates the art.”

Eloise laughs as she turns away, but you do not miss the wink she sends in your direction. It hits you all at once; her mischievous look before you all left the house. She had concocted this plan in her head; accepting to accompany you as a rouse to get you and Benedict alone.

You didn’t know whether to appreciate her genius or hide her favourite book.

Jumping at the sound of someone clearing their throat, you focus your attention on Benedict. He watches you with an amused look, and it’s then that you realise that he has stood beside you waiting with his arm out for a minute or so whilst you glared after his younger sister. Taking his arm, you rid yourself of any thoughts of violence against Eloise. Instead, focusing on the man beside you.

“How are you?” You ask, hand resting gently on Benedict’s forearm.

“Do you mean in general or after today’s publication?”

“Both, I suppose.”

“In general, I am quite well. I have a wonderful lady on my arm, and I am in the presence of excellent art work. However, after today’s publication, I must admit I am rather angry.”

“Oh?” You sound, trying hard not to let his words affect you so much but they rattle around your mind on repeat, committing themselves where they will last for an eternity.

“I’ve never been the focus of the gossip paper and now after one ball, I am. I don’t think I like the attention.”

“I don’t believe that for one second, Benedict Bridgerton.”

He pauses, smiling widely down at you. His eyes light up with the smile and your heart begins to pound at the sight of it. “Alright, I do like the attention,” He concedes, “But what I don’t like are the looks I’m getting from all mothers.”

“Why?”

“They all look like I’m about to break their daughter’s heart.”

“I’m sure you’re just imagining things,” You reassure, tightening your grip on his arm.

“I don’t think I am,” He states, nodding politely at Lady Whitelaw who in turn glares at the younger man. He turns his gaze to you as if to say, see?

You turn your face away from him, trying your best to hide the smile and laugh that threatens to break free. “You’re laughing at me, aren’t you?” Benedict guesses, a smile in his own voice.

“I’m not,” You promise, schooling your face into a mask of indifference, focusing on the closest sketch to you. A graphite sketch of Anne Boleyn; marking her beauty only years before her death.

“You are,” Benedict argues, standing beside you, admiring the same sketch. Throwing him a knowing smile, you turn your attentions to rest of the exhibition, unable to hide your awe at just what is being shown to the public.

The art is incredible; your watercolours barely compare to what is being shown in Somerset House. He would disagree in a heartbeat, but Benedict could come close to producing something of this calibre. He had shown his portraits of his mother and brothers; Anthony making the perfect candidate for a painting.

You come to a natural stop in front of a portrait of a young women. A young queen, in fact. This particular queen had never got to reign in the manner that she was capable, dying after giving birth the king’s heir. His one true love, the king had called her after he death.

“She’s beautiful,” You whisper, admiring not only the artistry but also the focus on the painting.

Benedict watches you admiring the portrait painted so carefully by Holbein. Though the portrait is indeed beautiful, Benedict finds himself agreeing that they do not hold a candle to you. As he watches you lift a single hand, trying to dampen the urge to run your fingers over the brush strokes, he thinks to himself that there would be no artist on this earth that would be so talented to capture your beauty.

His breath comes faster; his heart rate increases. He recognises the symptoms; he’s only experienced such signs before. He had been eighteen then; barely a man but man enough to accept that he had fallen in love with his best friend. Years later, here he was, experiencing such feelings once more. Once more, he wonders what it would be like to be loved by you. He cannot help but hope that the mystery woman in the society papers is you.

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Dear Reader,

It seems that Mr. Benedict Bridgerton reads my paper!

He was overheard at the Somerset House Holbein exhibition, complaining to Miss (Y/N) (Y/L/N) about my last column in which I criticised his treatment of the lady in love with him.

All I have to say on the matter is this:

Mr. Bridgerton, for every complaint you offer, you break her heart further. Stop now before you do irreparable damage.

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“What does she mean ‘break her heart further’? I’ve been trying to figure out who it is so I can put a stop to it!”

“It doesn’t matter whether you know who it is, Benedict,” You argue, placing your teacup on the table, “But rather the fact that you unknowingly hurt whoever it is that is in love with you.”

“Do my feelings not matter?” He demands, throwing the damned paper onto the table. Benedict runs a hand through his hair, sighing in frustration. “I’m sorry,” He apologises, “I should not have taken that tone with you. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

“You’re forgiven,” You laugh, “I’ve heard you say a lot worse.”

He smiles though it doesn’t reach his eyes. Leaning forward on your chair, you wring your hands together, working up the nerve. “What feelings haven’t they taken into account?”

“Lady Whistledown,” He spits the name with derision, “Hasn’t taken into account that I may not have noticed someone in love with me because I am in love with someone myself.”

It’s as if the chair is pulled out from under you; your stomach dips and flips as the world crashes around you and Benedict is none the wiser. He’s none the wiser to the palpable shift that has taken place. Instead, he’s sat down across from, looking utterly defeated.

“Does she know?” You ask after a moment of silence, using the time to pull yourself back together, to compile it all and put it away for later.

Benedict shakes his head; eyes sad as he watches you. “Why haven’t you told her?” You ask, unable to stop the questions now they’re on the tip of your tongue.

“I suppose for the same reason she hasn’t told me. Fear maybe?”

“Fear of what? I’ve never known you to be afraid of anything.”

“Fear of rejection. Fear of humiliation. Fear of ruining a friendship,” He lists off, counting the reasons on his fingers, holding them up for you to see.

“Have you thought about telling her?”

“All the time,” He answers honestly, and you wonder whether the crack your heart makes was audible to the whole of the ton.

“Do you plan on telling them?”

“Eventually.”

You take a deep breath, staring at the teacup instead of him, readying yourself to offer up your broken heart. To confess that the two most recent society papers have been about you; have shown your heart to the whole of London.

“It’s me,” You confess quietly, voice no louder than a whisper but he hears you all the same.

Benedict’s head whips towards you. Had this been another situation, it would have been funny, but the look on his face… “What?” He whispers, shocked.

“It’s me,” You announce; louder this time, ready to lay your heart out on the floor for him to break entirely. “It’s me, Benedict. Lady Whistledown must have overheard Eloise and myself talking at Lady Danbury’s ball the other night. She had caught me watching you dance and asked me outright. I couldn’t deny it. I’ve been in love with you for years, Benedict. For as long as I can remember.”

“For as long as you can remember?”

You nod, wringing your hands together once more. “I didn’t realise until I turned twenty, just what my feelings meant. I think I’ve always been in love with you, Benedict.”

Benedict remains silent; eyes wide, hands slack as they rest on his thighs. He looks like he doesn't believe the very words leaving your mouth; as if he is unworthy of the love you offer him so willingly.

“Say something, please,” You plead, “I know it isn’t proper for the woman to announce her feelings for the man, but I couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. Not when it is the focus for Lady Whistledown to sell more copies of her paper.”

“I didn’t know,” He whispers after a prolonged silence.

“You weren’t to know. You don’t have to feel the same, Benedict.”

“I do as it happens.”

“What?”

“I do feel the same,” Benedict clarifies, standing from his chair, “I’ve loved you since I was eighteen.”

You sniffle slightly; emotional from hearing the words you have longed to hear for years. The words that have haunted your dreams; had you rushing from sleep, so you didn’t let yourself believe an alternate reality.

“You do?”

Benedict nods, “I do. I love you very much.”

“I love you too,” You reply, standing from your chair, reaching for him – not wanting anymore space between the two of you.

He dips his head, pausing mere millimetres away from your lips. The question burns in his eyes; desperate to know whether he can kiss you after so long waiting. Your nod is barely imperceptible but it’s nod, nonetheless.

Slowly, almost wanting to savour every moment, Benedict presses his lips to yours. Reaching up, you haul him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him pressed against you after having waited so long, after having dreamed of this moment for too long.

He tastes like tea and his hands bring to life the butterflies in your stomach as they wander the path of your back, settling on your lower back, dipping you slightly. Benedict groans softly at the feel of you lined up against him. If he had known heaven was this close, he would not have waited this long.

Benedict breaks the kiss; not out of need of air, but to stop himself from taking this too far when you feel like heaven pressed against him. You smile widely, kissing his jaw lovingly before starting to laugh lightly. Benedict’s hands on your waist tighten possessively as he joins you in laughter.

Briefly, he wonders whether this is what it feels like to be loved by you.

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This is a fic rec of One Direction fics where both the main characters are teachers as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fic, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find all my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

-Larry-

💜 An Unbalanced Force by @kingsofeverything

(E, 110k, marriage, divorce, miscommunication, teachers, hospitals, holidays, adoption, therapy, smut)

Harry has the rest of his life planned. Marriage. Career. Kids. Happily ever after. But sometimes plans don’t work out. That’s not necessarily a bad thing.

💜 Initiate the Feeling by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings

(M, 71k, teachers au, awkward situations, new teacher Louis, strangers to lovers, getting together, misunderstandings, light angst)

He hopes this new opportunity gives him a chance to do some much needed growing up, but that's easier said than done when your new life involves children's scissors, a teacher's lounge, and Harry Styles.

💜 Hands Clasped Tight by @afirethatcannotdie

(E, 44k, secret relationship au, teachers, established relationship, domestic fluff, marriage, smut)

Or the one where Harry and Louis are high school teachers and their students have been playing matchmaker for over a year. Little do they know, Harry and Louis are already married.

💜 You Watched Me Sink by bananasandboots / @anylessreal

(E, 38k, teachers au, drama teacher Louis, sex ed teacher Harry, semi-established relationship, secret relationship, fluff, smut)

the one where Harry teaches Sex Ed and sneaks around with the drama teacher, and doesn't realize how out of tune he is with his true feelings until everyone else figures it out for him.

💜 Haven by orphan_account

(E, 35k, teachers au, age difference, older Louis, bdsm, dom Louis, sub Harry, kink exploration, friends to lovers, sex club, smut)

"But, like—If I trusted someone a lot, and if we used a, a safeword. And talked about, you know, boundaries, then—Yes, yeah, I-I’m a sub.” Louis’ eyes are so wide, his cheeks puffing out in the effort to not burst into laughter. “Oh shit, oh my god,” Harry whispers. “You meant—Oh god."

💜 Even on My Worst Days by @homosociallyyours

(E, 22k, sickfic, chronic fatigue syndrome, drama teacher Louis, teacher Harry, internalized ableism, flirting, fluff, getting together, kissing, smut)

Since developing chronic fatigue a few years earlier, a lot of things have changed for Harry, his once active lifestyle reduced to the occasional outing like the one he met Louis at, visits to the doctor, and doing his best to take care of himself on hard days.

💜 A Small Matter (A Matter of Trust) by @kingsofeverything

(E, 18k, teachers, strangers to lovers, Grindr, micropenis, jock straps, pubic hair, lingerie, basketball, smut)

Harry knows he and his Grindr hookup would be perfect together, if only he could convince him to give a relationship a chance.

💜 i wanna get dirty with you by Awriterwrites / @a-writerwrites

(E, 16k, kindergarten teacher Harry, teacher/presenter Louis, education conference, Seattle, Earth School Movement, outdoors, smut)

Harry is a kindergarten teacher. Louis is revolutionizing education--one child at a time. A conference may be an unlikely place to meet someone, but somehow Harry finds Louis and Louis helps Harry find himself.

💜 A+ For Effort by embro / @harryventura

(NR, 7k, music teacher Harry, PE teacher Louis, coach Louis, mutual pining)

Harry is the music teacher and Louis is the P.E. teacher and there's a whole lot of crushing going on.

💜 Before I Fall Too Fast by orphan_account

(G, 7k, teachers, Valentine's Day, fluff, friends to lovers, miscommunication, oblivious walnuts)

It’s probably a really bad idea to spend Valentine’s Day with the guy that you’re actually crushing on, Louis knows that.

💜 a fully armed battalion (to remind you of my love) by MediaWhore / @mediawhorefics

(T, 5k, Harry Potter universe, Hogwarts, Professor Harry, Professor Louis, enemies to lovers, bad poetry, fluff)

Everyone at Hogwarts knows that Professor Styles and Professor Tomlinson absolutely despise each other. It's too bad that they're in love.

💜 Met you in the hallway by @neondiamond

(G, 4k, meet cute, drama teacher Louis, English teacher Harry, minor character death, mutual pining, fluff)

Drama teacher Louis has a crush on the new English literature teacher whose classroom is across the hallway from his.

💜 Teachers (series) by pixies / @tomlinbuns

(G, 300 words, teacher Louis, teacher Harry, last day of school, grocery store, Halloween)

AU where H/L are teachers and super in love

-Rare Pairs-

💜 The Teacher Trap by StormDancer / @zaynandhisboys

(E, 79k, Zayn/Harry, exes to lovers, teachers, second chances, meddling kids, NYC, social anxiety, smut)

With the help of meddling teenagers sure their teachers are in love, a few musical numbers, and a New York City winter, can Harry and Zayn get a second chance for happily ever after—the right way around this time?

💜 start off the day singing by @leighbot

(G, 6k, Zayn/Niall, teachers au, first grade teacher Zayn, music teacher Niall, first dates)

the one where Niall is an elementary school music teacher and Zayn's first graders are possibly Niall's favorite class... and not just because Mr. Malik has a pretty smile.

#trackinghome #tracksintheam #1dsource #trackinghappily #fic rec #category rec #teacher fic rec #larry fan fic #larry fan fiction #ziall fic #zarry fic

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✨ All fics are complete! ✨

He Loves Me Cause I’m Cute, He Thinks I’m Pretty Funny | 2588 words 📱

He watches it back one more time after it posts, checking for typos in his subtitles and captions, and has to laugh again.

Steve fucking Rogers? His brain thought he could pull Captain America, literal superhero and America’s favorite sweetheart?

“Hello I’m a 35 year old amputee living in New York and I think that I could get Steve Rogers.”

the one where bucky posts a tiktok and steve is utterly smitten.

Summer Slipped Us Underneath Her Tongue | 10712 words 🧳

Bucky is a tour guide who enjoys sharing the rich history and culture of each city they pass through with a bunch of early-20's college students who just want to know the cheapest place to get drunk.

Except for Steve, who asks Bucky for a personal tour around his hometown.

The rest is, as they say, history.

You Make My Heart Skip A Beet | 3853 words 🧑🏼‍🍳

“I made soda bread.” Steve lets out the 6’2” supersoldier equivalent of a squeak. “Oh, I love soda bread,” he says eagerly, rolling forward on the balls of his feet like he does when he gets excited. “My mom used to make it all the time when I was growing up.” The tips of Barnes’s ears turn red, and he mutters something that sounds suspiciously like, “I know.”

Ollie Meets Bagel | 5517 words 🥯

He was a skater boy, Steve said let's get bagels, boy.

Steve wants to start doing this twenty-first century thing properly. He gets help in the form of skateboarding, skateboarders, bagels, and Sam Wilson.

Taxi | 5113 words 🚕

Bucky Barnes was, he hoped, a good taxi driver.

He's so good, he actually tries to return lost property that ends up left in his car and... well. It has some unexpected consequences involving a National Icon.

Enough said.

Leg Day | 12157 words 🏋️‍♂️

“So talk to him,” Sam says.

“I can’t,” Bucky groans. “I can’t, Sam, I. He just.” He fluffs his hair up and stares at Sam, distraught. “I want him to bench press me.”

“Okay, so it’s serious,” Sam interprets. “Got it."

(Or: The one where Sam is Bucky's long-suffering roommate, Bucky is a hot mess of a millennial, and Hot Steve spends far too much time on the Lat Pull-Down machine.)

Love In Aisle Four | 2127 words 🛍️

When Bucky needs to swing by the supermarket after a long, hard day of work, the last thing he expects is to meet a cute grocery clerk named Steve…

Coming Up Easy | 45515 words ✍🏻

“Listen, I was just thinking,” Steve says, his face open, eyebrows raised in a tentatively hopeful expression. “Why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I’ve got an office that I barely use, and a change of scenery might do you good, right? Help you beat that writer’s block?” With a crooked smile, he adds, “I promise I’m not a serial killer.”

While Bucky would normally crack a joke about how that’s exactly what a serial killer would say, right now, all he can do is blink at Steve in surprise, heart tripping over itself in his chest. Steve wants him to come and stay at his place. In Massachusetts. Just the two of them.

"Oh," Bucky croaks. "I- Wow."

“I mean, no pressure,” Steve says hastily. “Totally fine if you don’t wanna. I just thought I’d offer, in case it might help, y’know?”

“Yeah.” Bucky ignores the little voice in his head that sounds an awful lot Nat and Becca, telling him he’s setting himself up for heartbreak. “I mean, if you’re sure, that would be amazing.”

Anywhere The Wind Blows | 8845 words 👨‍🚒🎖️

After a catastrophic fire that shakes him to his core, Steve Rogers quits his job as a Brooklyn firefighter and relocates to a cabin in the remote Canadian wilderness, wanting quiet and solitude and to maybe never have to speak to another human being ever again. He gets his wish, more or less, until a recently injured Bucky Barnes is discharged from the Army and rents the cabin next door.

The Safer Course | 7918 words | Part 1 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡

When Steve moves to the suburbs in 2033, he intends to retire from superhero life.

He does not intend to fall in love with his pain-in-the-ass neighbor.

Every Year I Have You | 7064 words | Part 2 of Won’t You Be My Neighbor 🏡

Steve set the bar pretty high, as birthday presents go.

Bucky is determined to outdo him when July 4th comes around.

Beneath The Mistletoe | 21203 words 🎄

Bucky had a bet with his sister that if he didn’t have a boyfriend to bring home for Christmas by the time he was 25, he had to give her $200 and go blonde for a year. But now he's 25, it’s nearing December, and not only is Bucky as single as ever, but he’s also running low on cash. He doesn’t exactly want to bleach his hair, either.

At least Steve is willing to upgrade their relationship from best friends to fake boyfriends.

The Settler | 52203 words 🍞

“What do you want to do?”

Steve pauses and looks at them.

What he wants is to stay with them. He doesn't have any family left, they all died before he even joined the war and became... this. Captain America turned whatever he is now. But Natasha and Sam have become his family over the years. Not just because they're on the run together, fugitives and vigilantes, but way before that too.

He doesn't want to leave that.

But he knows that, realistically, he can't stay with them and they can't stay with him.

So he looks at them with a smile and lies. “I don't know.”

OR; In which Steve retires and finally finds a place to call home.

You Can’t Put Your Arms Around A Memory | 1148 words 🐈

"Alright, Bucky," Steve slows his steps, watches his neighbour stop at the bottom of the next flight of stairs. There's a canvas bag in his hand that Steve didn't notice earlier, cream coloured with the figure of a sleeping, black cat painted on it. "Have a good day."

He thinks Bucky's cheeks pink up a bit right then and there, but Steve can't tell. He's too distracted by his pounding, foolish heart, by the way Bucky smiles bashfully, and ducks his head. The way he seems like he wants to stay.

To Believe In Tomorrow | 3959 words 👨🏻‍🌾

Bucky's mornings at the community garden get a little more interesting when the new guy shows up.

Maybe This Christmas | 24873 words | Part 1 of Maybe ❄️

Bucky’s not going home for Christmas. But it’s fine. He’s spending Christmas alone in his apartment, but it’s cool. He’s not feeling up to seeing his family after his accident anyway, plus he has to work. He’s totally fine with it. But then he runs into Steve, literally, and suddenly his Christmas isn’t looking so empty after all.

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Hurrying was a bad idea. Bucky’s foot hits a patch of ice and slides out from under him in what would have been a comical cartoon banana-peel-like trip, if it wasn’t happening to him, and he braces himself to hit the ground. This is going to hurt.

“Fuck,” Bucky screeches, but as he lands on his back, it’s not the cold hard concrete he expected, but a solid mass beneath him. Oh god, Bucky thinks as he realises he smacked into the person behind him and took them down with him.

Maybe This Year (Will Be Better Than Last) | 133868 words | Part 2 of Maybe ❄️

Last year, Bucky Barnes met Steve Rogers. Well actually, he slipped and fell on him. What followed was the best Christmas either of them had ever had. But what happens when Christmas is over and life returns to normal? What happens after the Christmas miracle?

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Bucky should have known. He did know. When things seem too good to be true, they usually are. And Steve is the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, possibly ever, so of course it couldn’t last.

Maybe This Time (I Hope I Get The Chance To Say Goodbye) | 34561 words | Part 3 of Maybe ❄️

Steve and Bucky Barnes are happily married. They've made it through some hard times and come out stronger and happier, together. Then Steve gets called on to come out of retirement for the most important mission of his life and everything changes. Everything.

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“Have yourself a merry little Christmas…” Steve starts singing along softly, and Bucky chuckles, before leaning his head onto Steve’s shoulder, always happy when he’s in Steve’s arms.

“From now on, our troubles will be miles away…” Bucky joins in.

Dancing round their living room, just as in love as ever, their troubles seem light-years away, if not non-existent.

Sadly, they’re closer than they think.

The Unexpected Gift | 9504 words | Part 1 of When Winter Comes 🐕

Steve Rogers is fine.

After ending a long-term relationship with Sam Wilson, Steve moves back to New York. He's tired and lonely but depressed? No. At least, that's what he thinks.

From the window of his apartment, he watches a dark-haired man and his service dog sitting in the park, wondering what his story is.

The Winter Storm | 2218 words | Part 2 of When Winter Comes 🐕

"If I could give you one thing in life, I would give you the ability you see yourself through my eyes, only then would you realize how special you are to me."

After Bucky and Steve confessed their feelings for each other, life has its own twisted way to challenge the most profound love.

One January Night | 4213 words | Part 3 of When Winter Comes 🐕

Before going back to work, Steve Rogers still has things to learn: 1- Depression is a bitch and the battle against it isn't an easy one. 2- Dating a person with disabilities comes with its share of challenges.

Bucky Barnes Has His Shit Together (And Other Lies He Tells Himself) | 14159 words 🔒

You’d think a guy who owns one of the most successful bakeries in Brooklyn, has a million-dollar smile and that antiquated good ol’ boy charm, blond hair and blue eyes and biceps for days, would know what’s what.

But don’t let that fool you: Steve Rogers is a mess.

Obvious | 917 words ☕

"Oh, I have a prompt! So, it makes me laugh how painfully obvious Steve and Bucky's feelings are to everyone when they're in that pining, slowburn, does-he-doesn't-he phase. But imagine Steve and Bucky working in a coffee shop together and constantly bickering, nudging and playfully flirting with each other. And all the employees and patrons are so invested in their relationship and just want them to kiss already but no one realizes that Steve and Bucky have been married since they got out of HS."

#stucky #steve rogers/bucky barnes #bucky barnes/steve rogers #stucky fics #stucky fic #stucky fic rec #stucky fic recs #stucky fics rec #stucky fics recs #stucky fan fiction #stucky fiction #stucky ao3 #stucky complete #stucky au #adorable stucky fics

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Sly like a...? Part 9

[Master list] [Sly Master List] Beta: n/a (at the moment) Rating: All Pairing: Hybrid!BTS x FailedHybrid!Reader Genre: Hybrid au, fluff, action, adventure, angst, drama, slice of life. Some marked chapters will contain mature/smut scenes, BUT they will not have plot in those scenes and are 100% skippable without losing your place in the story. Words: 1.5k

Summary: Human’s strive to be better, faster and stronger looking to animal DNA. Thus Hybrids are born. As the rise for designer and Pedigree Hybrids increase, so do the failed attempts. There is one species scientists are unsuccessful in creating, but, folklore says they have been here all along, hiding and blending in with the humans for many millennia. How clever they are.

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Tonight you had decided to ask Hoseok what he wanted to eat for dinner. A quick knock on his always-open door and a peek inside showed him sitting on his bed. With his arms wrapped around his legs and his chin resting on his knees he looked young. He was staring forlornly at the wall, perhaps you thought he was feeling a little homesick. The city was much different from what he was used to.

“Hoseok, hey?” You sat beside him the scent of fresh pine on his warm-toned skin. Waving your hand within his line of sight in an effort to gain his attention. The deer blinked, giving you a bright smile and a cheery laugh.

“Sorry, I was lost in thought?” He straightened out his legs. You patted the soft comforter in front of you.

“Shuffle your butt over here,” you spoke softly. He continued to face the wall and shuffled over, you pulled him to lay back against you, “Are you feeling homesick honey?”

“Yeah, I guess I miss nature. It’s just, it’s so bare” he muttered looking around his room, a desk with a laptop, a bed, and bedside tables he sniffed wiping his eyes on his sleeve. “I miss it.”

“How about we get you some plants as many as you want, to fill the room, if you really want we can tear up the carpet and lay down grass instead,” Hoseok laughed as you described a tall plant by his desk flowers on his bedside tables and hanging pots from the ceiling. “You can call them, that’s why I got you this,”

He nodded taking the phone you held out to him, he dialed a number and placed it to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hello my sister,” he said, relaxing as he heard the familiar voice.

“Hobi!” She called through the phone, which seemed to cause a commotion on the other end of the phone as many voices could be heard, “what is it like in the city? Are they treating you nicely? Have you been eating?”

“It’s really nice and everyone is so fun and nice and we eat lots of food together,” he cheered. The family was talking happily and you grinned scratching Hoseok's head happily laughing with him.

“We are going to decorate his room with plants,” you assured his family that he was being treated well, “oh! tonight is your choice for dinner so what would you like?”

“Unnie, Hobi likes Japchae and meat,” his sister giggled over the phone and you leaned around Hoseok and grinned.

“What you think Hobi-ah? Sounds good?” You used their nickname teasingly but in hopes, he would feel more at home and at ease around you.

“Mm, Hobi wants japchae!” He said cutely, making you laugh, you gently pushed his firm and warm body until he was sitting up enough to slip out from behind him.

“Alright, you keep talking I will round up Jin and Yoongi and we will get to work cooking,” bidding your goodbyes to Hoseok’s family, you headed out to the kitchen. Yoongi was tying up his apron and Jin was playing video games with the youngest of the group.

You decided against asking Jin as he seemed truly engrossed in playing his video games. Sorting out ingredients and finding a recipe Yoongi and yourself shuffled around the kitchen. There were moments where you reached over where he was cutting vegetables and your shoulders would brushed and just for a second you would hear a small purr.

Jin lost to Jungkook and pouted, scuffing his slippers as he entered the kitchen, “Ya! The game likes Jungkook better!” He whined, with a grin on your face you pulled him into a hug. Arms wrapping around his tiny waist as you buried your face in the soft sweater he was wearing, it smelt sweet like figs and his ears twitched.

“I am just happy you tried your best,” you praised him, as you felt the vibrating chittering in his chest almost like a purr but more like a rattle. He nuzzled your hair breathing in your scent. You got him to join in with the cooking. Your instructions interrupted by Taehyung who was complaining about being hungry.

Sliding between the two hybrids to get past, you got some ingredients from the fridge. You sat at the breakfast bar mixing the ingredients in a big metal bowl. Taehyung had been your neighbor for at least five years now and you knew his favorite foods.

“Try this and tell me how it is?” you held a ball of rice out in a plastic gloved hand and he leaned in eating it. His eyes lighting up. He gave a deep mmh-mm of approval and his tail was smacking Jungkook in the thigh, the young boy looking at the offending appendage and swatted it away.

“Me too, noona” He smiled pointing to his mouth and you popped one of the Jumeokbap onto his tongue. He chewed it happily his cheeks puffed full, a purr filling the room loudly. You turned to Jin offering him a taste, he praised it with a thumbs up.

Carrying the bowl around to Yoongi you smiled, “You want to try one Yoongi?” He didn’t reply but leaned his head towards you eyes on the food mouth opened.

He let you put one in his mouth, and you pressed your ear to Yoongi’s shoulder, his purrs were definitely the quietest out of all the felines in the house, they were ones that vibrated deeply in his chest but didn’t make too much noise unless it was really quiet and you listened intently.

“I smell tuna!” Jimin grinned bounding over his long legs barely touched the ground and he smiled, “Me love, one for me”

You were trying to roll one but he had started rubbing his face on your jaw and neck impatiently, as he purred sweetly, “I am making it as fast as I can,” the words barely came out through your giggles his soft hair tickling your neck, his ears twitching at the sound.

“Here try this one,” he leaned in wrapping his mouth around the rice ball his eyes never leaving yours. “Is it good?”

“Mm very good” he hummed standing behind you his hands wrapped around your waist as you made one for Namjoon. He held out his hand and ate it, nodding before awkwardly shuffling around waiting for the food to finish. Hoseok exited his room smiling brightly, it seemed the conversation with his family had eased his loneliness.

Namjoon at dinner was a little scary all he could see was food and his deep purrs were so loud that it almost sounded like thunder rumbling outside. You brought up the question at dinner and watched them all choke on their food.

“It is only natural, I am just wondering when and if you know your rut schedule so I can put it on the calendar and if you need any assistance during this time we can look for a suitable companion or items that can relief your needs.”

Jungkook was bright red and Jimin thought honestly, “I don’t need assistance but if when I am not in my room we could cuddle,”

“I also do not require assitance I will just be in my room,” Namjoon said with a small reassuring smile.

“I have never had a rut,” Jungkook said his cheeks never losing their rosey colour, “They gave us a hormone blocker every six months so we would behave, we just got really annoyed”

You nodded they all seemed to agree that they would be fine on their own in their room but you thought you would look into somethings as a fail safe. After your goodnights to each of the boys giving them a sweet kiss on their foreheads, you sat on Jungkook’s bed and told him more of the stories of the fox.

“In Korean legends, the Kumiho is often described as a terrifying and sad creature that strives to become a real human. It is said that a Kumiho can turn into a real human by eating 100 human livers or by marrying a human and living with them for 100 days without their true identity being discovered. There are many more theories on how they came to be but they…”

Once everyone was tucked in, you spent the night in the lounge. Searching the web for eligible companions and items that could assist the seven young men. You hoped they were all settling in nicely. A figure appeared in the hall, ringing his tail in his hands, you gave a soft smile, surprised as the figure came closer.

It wasn’t Jimin as you had first thought, it was Jungkook, you walked him back to bed and he whispered, “I am nervous what if I do something bad during my rut?”

“I know your true nature Jungkook, I know you don’t want to hurt any of the boys or even myself and when the rut passes well then you will be back to the old Koo we know and love.”

“Can you sleep in my room tonight?” He said and seeing your apprehension he added, “Just until I fall asleep?”

“Alright just until you fall asleep.” Not knowing how exhausted you were and how the bed was so soft and enticing. You had fallen asleep almost instantly, letting Jungkook pull you into his arms and nuzzle your shoulder.

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