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drarryspecificrecs · 1 year

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Most popular (non-explicit) fics in 2020s

✔ subjectively sorted by Hits || alphabetically listed || as of 2023.07 ✔ most popular fics : non-explicit in 2010s | of other years ✔ sources : AO3 (rating Teen or General)

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2022

Chronological Displacement by @bookinit02 [T, 89k]

Heal Thyself by @astolat [T, 46k]

Lovesick by @corvuscrowned [T, 7k]

Meeting By Starlight by Lomonaaeren [T, 5k]

No Questions Asked by @redthoughtsblog [T, 48k]

red and green are complimentary colours by Scarlet_Moons [T, 88k]

Second Chances by CrazyCatLady (Scribblesnpaws) [T, 118k]

The Silence of Your Love by malfoypolix [T, 76k]

Two Shadows in the Night by @ubi-goes-uwu [T, 81k]

The White Pawn by @soupy-george [T, 80k]

2021

Amicus Curiae by @sunryder [50k]

A Better Home by @ridleytheknight [33k]

By the Grace by @letteredlettered [139k]

Finding Sophrosyne by @mlfoyskhione [136k]

The Importance of Being Draco Malfoy by @upon-poppyhills [66k]

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry [103k]

Silence of the Stag by Sweet_Wing_Queen101 [21k]

Under Dragon Wings by @bafflinghaze [182k]

Way Down We Go by @xiaq [109k]

Who We Were, Who We Are by @shelvesuponshelves [66k]

2020

The Courting by the Pureblood Who Only Has Five Milligrams of Romantic Intelligence and Thinks He’s Real Smooth by @cibeewastaken [19k]

The Mirror of Ecidyrue by starbrigid [ series ]

Evitative by @k-vichan [222k]

I'm So Tired by andrewminyardenthusiast & @brekkerenthusiast [84k]

In Another Life (I Would Make You Stay) by aboutmalfoy [112k]

Never Grow A Wishbone by @shanastoryteller [123k]

Owl Was Well by @fencer-x [66k]

Vortex by @xanthippe74 [20k]

The Wand That Chose Two Wizards by @talkingtravesties [116k]

What's Left Behind by ElvaDeath [74k]

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #year in review #2020 #2021 #2022

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hyperactivewhore · 3 months

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hi I love your blog we have very much the same opinions in everything except klamille is my favourite klaus ship and klaurora is second

I have been trying to enjoying klaus fics or any tvdu fics on wattpad but every thing I have read so far doenst show the characters accurately which is very annoying

I was hoping and want to request if you could give me some recommendations on fics on wattpad that are good. (Mainly klaus but any love interest would be good)

could you please give a short summary/review so far of any recommendation you give so I don’t waste time starting one only to not like ir

sorry if I am sounding rude English is not my first language but I can read it fully thank I you very much

Don't worry, you're not sounding rude at all, if anything you actually sound really sweet. I'm glad we share some opinions and I'm really honored you came to me for some suggestions.

I haven't read long fanfictions in a while outside works in ao3, I left Wattpad a few time ago but I'll still try my best, tho I'm not very good at giving summaries. Fair warning these are mainly fanfics I've read in Archive of Our Own, not Wattpad, but I hope it's not a problem. If it annoys you, send me an ask and I'll give you some Wattpad recommendations!

Patisserie (ao3, poly Mikaelson siblings x original female character, no incest) by @wickedlyemma:

Stats: (published: 2020-12-29), (completed: 2023-03-12), (words: 154,943), (chapters: 45/45), (comments: 4,385), (kudos: 8,469), (bookmarks: 1,799), (hits: 279,967)

Tags: Polyamory, Sugar Daddy, Self-Indulgent, Explicit Sexual Content, No Incest, Slow Burn, Not Canon Compliant

Summary:

I think we've all read those kind of tvdu fanfics where the main character is a teenager, usually related to the Gilbert or the Forbes, still in high school and who suddenly stops trying to make a life for herself just because she gets dragged into the supernatural world. Well, Patisserie is the opposite of that. For once, the main character isn't a teen but an adult around her twenties, who works at a bakery and is completely unaware of the supernatural world until Klaus decides to change that.

The slow burn is is truly worthy of a chef's kiss, the way the author describes and writes the Mikaelson is just so on point it hurts. Their family dynamic is so entertaining to watch, but it's as fucked up as it is in the show, which it's something not many authors can accomplish. The way they behave around the main character, a simple human, it's so amusing because they truly know nothing despite their age and she's just so easy to relate to, because for once the oc is not ridiculously overpowered.

The way we perceive the Mikaelson and the vampire world from a human pov is truly interesting, how she copes with all of it and eventually learns to love all of them individually while being aware of the danger is so well done. Kol and her, as well as her relationship with Klaus, are particularly interesting to read, especially considering how they all behaved around her at the beginning and especially because both of them are the most dangerous members of their family. They are all selfish creatures, and I love how it shows the more their relationships with her develop.

Apotheosis (ao3, Klaus x original female character) by atriums;

Stats: (published: 2022-01-01), (completed: 2022-12-13), (words: 158,264), (chapters: 31/31), (comments: 606), (kudos: 1,817), (bookmarks: 491), (hits: 69,472)

Tags: POV Alternating, Minor Original Character(s), Minor Character Death, Canonical Character Death, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Implied/Referenced Sex, Sexual Content, Devoted Reader, Author Rejects Canon and Substitutes It with Their Own, Cannibalistic Werewolf Cults, Nobody Is Good But Also Nobody Is Evil, These Characters are Flawed and Problematic (Probably), This Fic is Not a Bastion for Healthy Characters and Relationships, Reader/OC Especially, Reader/OC can be any ethnicity

Summary;

You know those fanfics who fix (almost) everything problematic in canon? Apotheosis does exactly that. In this story, Klaus isn't a complete irredeemable character for once, but he also isn't half as bad as his canon version, and due to the oc being a werewolf, this fanfic does expand on his werewolf side a little more than The Vampire Diaries or The Originals ever did. His family and him actually have a healthy bond, and Finn gets the recognition he deserves for once.

The story is set in season three of TVD, exactly when Klaus and Stefan are trying to make hybrids for his pack, and in a ironic plot twist, Klaus decides to take you with him when you're still a werewolf after you say you're not worthy to be a hybrid, at least not yet.

Her devotion to him is completely endearing and I absolutely love how Klaus actually cares for his pack, especially because they're all canonical characters who were killed way too quickly. Her relationships with the members of their pack are so well written, and this fanfic it's the perfect mix of humour and seriousness. It has a ongoing sequel, which I just adore. I warn you though, all the characters have several differences from their canon versions.

Twisted Obsession (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by rocket-queen98;

Stats: Originals, M, English, Romance & Angst, chapters: 16, words: 59k+, favs: 1k+, follows: 1k+, updated: May 6, 2023 published: Aug 13, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] Elijah M., Hope M.

Summary;

Lola is one of the most adorable mc I've read. She is human and around nineteen, if I remember correctly, and just a sweet girl and adorable. She's introduced into the supernatural world thanks to baby Hope, who is just the cutest, due to her needing a mother figure now that Hayley wasn't present in her life thanks to the curse placed on her.

Her relationship with Hope is my favorite part of the whole fanfic. She doesn't suddenly turn into her mother, she doesn't intend to either, but rather becomes her best friend and Klaus and her develop a bond thanks to this. The way father and daughter interact is so heartwarming too, the subtle hints of them being werewolves, and seeing a main character having a good relationship with her father for once is a good turn, especially in tvd fanfics.

It's clear Klaus and Lola have something going on, even if they won't admit out loud, but for some reason the people around them give the impression they don't actually want them to date. There is implications something more fucked up than usual is going on with Klaus and his relationships, and I'm pretty sure him and Cami were a thing in this fic too. Surprisingly, Hayley and Cami aren't turned into absolute bitches, but there is Jackson bashing though.

The Girl in the Forest (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by noblecrescent;

Stats: Originals, T, English, Mystery & Romance, chapters: 30, words: 311k+, favs: 232, follows: 176, updated: Feb 19, 2017 published: Jan 23, 2016, [Klaus M., OC] [Elijah M., Camille O'Connell]

Summary;

This fanfic is a tetralogy of books set in The Originals, I read those fanfics a while ago so forgive me for any mistake. Maleny is a witch who was cursed, if I remember correctly, and was constantly body-jumping every short time.

In one of her lives, she met Klaus and they fell in love, but she died, if I'm not wrong, and they end up meeting again in New Orleans time later where he has a child on the way and a kingdom to conquer.

I can't remember a lot more without giving you spoilers, but it's worth checking it out!

Now, I'll give no more summaries because I honestly don't remember a lot of the next fanfics, but it's your choice if you want to read them;

A Veil Between Love and Hate (fanfiction.net, Klaus x original female character) by MandalorianHybrid;

Stats: Originals, T, English, chapters: 57, words: 200k+, favs: 609, follows: 359, updated: Sep 15, 2019 published: Jan 30, 2014, [Klaus M., OC]

Summary; Another five books set in The Vampire Diaries, with a story that eventually moves to The Originals.

Allure (wattpad, Klaus x oc x Stefan) by @viavolterra;

Stats: 575k Readings, 20,5k Votes, 34 Chapters

Summary;

I just could not not recommend this fanfic. Mia comes to Mystic Falls to seek revenge after Damon kills her best friend Lexi, but she of course gets dragged by the problems in that little town.

The thing I like the most about Via's story is how there is no cliché: no bashing towards Tyler or Elena, Mia actually befriends them, Bonnie gets the recognition and love she deserves, Klaus doesn't suddenly turn into a different person just because he loves the oc, he continues to be a piece of shit, and how sweet and empathetic she is, not like those reused badass mc who are just rude.

I would recommend some more, but it's kinda hard to find fanfics with a good Klaus depiction. I'm pretty sure I left out a lot of amazing fanfics, though.

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johannestevans · 7 months

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I'm 80% certain I discovered you through a story about a vampire and the guy he was feeding off of that I absolutely ADORED, but cannot seem to find! I remember it being pretty long, published on ao3, being an original work, and the two specific scenes I remember are: vampire standing behind the guy he's about to feed from and telling him many people find it pleasurable; and the vampire getting ill (and maybe passing out?) because some of the people he regularly feeds from got sick and he doesn't want to take their blood while they're recovering. if this was you (and very sorry if it is not!), could you share a link or the name? I loved it very much and have a few friends who I think would also enjoy it greatly! your writing is very fun and I enjoy reading your more serious essays and the.... more scandalous material :)

I found the vampire fic lmao anyway hell yeah for getting it published!

Haha, yes, it was initially on Ao3 and I actually took it down because I thought I had to, when it turns out I didn't!

Heart of Stone was my first novel, published in 2020, and it's a slowburn fade-to-black romance between an ADHD vampire named Henry Coffey and his new secretary, Theophilus Essex, who's big autism! It's full to the brim with neurodivergence and sweet gentle affection and a blossoming romance between the two of them.

Read reviews on GoodReads / / Read reviews on the Storygraph / / Buy on Amazon / / Buy on Smashwords

Thank you so much for reaching out, and I hope you enjoy it on the reread!

With my other serials that are on Ao3, such as Powder and Feathers (a contemporary dark romance between a fallen angel assassin and his deeply depressed artist boyfriend, originally inspired by Les Misérables) and An Uncommon Betrothal (an interwar romance between a lonely and self-isolated translator who's a polio survivor and relies on several mobility aids, and his butler-cum-fiancé who begins to connect him with other queer men like them), they're not going to be taken down even when I finish, re-edit, and then publish in paperback and eBook! They'll remain up.

I only would have had to take them down if I was enrolling in Amazon's KDP program, which I don't and won't.

#musings #original fiction #aplusjaybirdie

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fandom · 8 months

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Happy new Hozier album to all the writers looking for new fic titles

That's right—Hozier's "Unreal Unearth" is here and it has everyone feeling the full range of human emotions. The Zepotha trend on TikTok inspired renewed discussion of Goncharov, Martin Scorsese's 1973 cinematic masterpiece. Disney+ dropped a trailer for Percy Jackson and the Olympians and announced its release date, so mark your calendars for December 20. Donald Trump has been indicted again, this time in Georgia on charges of criminal racketeering in regards to attempts to overturn the 2020 election results. If you're looking for fresh content on all the things that have been trending steadily for weeks, well, Artists on Tumblr have you covered—just dive into the tags. This is Tumblr's Week in Review.

Good Omens

Genshin Impact

Hozier

Goncharov

Crowley | Good Omens

Aziraphale | Good Omens

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

Ineffable Husbands | Crowley & Aziraphale, Good Omens

Artists on Tumblr

Red, White & Royal Blue

Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

Baldur's Gate 3

David Tennant

Donald Trump

Taylor Zakhar Perez

Michael Sheen

Neuvillette | Genshin Impact

Critical Role

Nicholas Galitzine

Batman | the DC universe

#week in review #08/21/2023 #hozier

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olderthannetfic · 11 months

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Long post coming in which I look at the alleged examples of racism the EndOTWRacism campaign cites.

I'm sympathetic to EndOTWRacism, I really am, and I think some of the things they're asking for are broadly reasonable (diversity consultant, more admin tools --though not in the time frame being asked for).

But reading through their examples of supposedly "obviously" racist works is...something.

They love to cite that transformers fic about George Floyd, but that fic had zero hits when it was found and was posted anonymously. I understand it's offensive, but frankly, there is nothing in that summary that suggests the author was being deliberately offensive, and because it's gone now, we cannot see the fic to decide for ourselves. Stitch calls the author a "known racist troll" but offers no source for this beyond a link to a completely innocuous unrelated fic.

Stitch also cites one instance of readers finding a racist fic, leaving critical comments on that fic, and then being assailed with racial slurs by the author as evidence of harassment. That's... a nonsense accusation. If you go into a space you know will upset you, post things that will upset others, and then get upset by how those others respond, you are not being harassed. I don't know what you expected to happen. You are overall correct in what you are saying, but arguing with people in the comments of a fic is not activism.

Stitch also references a Holocaust a/b/o fic and Dr. Pande's response. I don't know how you read what Pande said and come out thinking they were the good guy here. Pande was absolutely harassing that author. They posted repeated comments on that fic after they were deleted, after the author explained their reasoning. Pande didn't like this reasoning and so continued to comment. Also, the author did not want to get Pande fired. That's just a lie. The screenshot to the tweet accusing the author of this makes it extremely clear the author did not want to get Pande fired.

Stitch cites one incident without actually citing it in which someone was told by AO3 not to harass an allegedly racist author. Source needed, but based on the other examples they cite I can make an educated guess here.

Perhaps most telling of these examples is the one in which someone impersonates Stitch in the comments of a fic. Other users proceed to criticize fake Stitch. Despite no mention of race in their responses, Stitch accuses the responders of being racist. This example makes it very clear that Stitch views anyone who disagrees with them about fanfiction to be racist, regardless of whether race is brought up or not. The only way to examine race in fandom without being racist is by agreeing with Stitch.

The hockey fic example offers no evidence that things happened as stated. No screenshots, no links. If other people cannot verify what you claim, you should not be citing it in your campaign.

It is very hard to take this campaign seriously when Stitch, who I was only vaguely familiar with before this, is the primary source. They repeatedly misrepresent situations in order to fit their narrative of victimhood, lie outright when the source is right fucking there, and seek out harmful content then get upset when they are harmed.

The campaign also appears to be using Stitch's questionable methods outright. See how they discuss AO3's admittedly sloppy June 2020 post about addressing racism. This campaign argues that AO3 has not implemented any of the promised features except for blocking, which is an absurd argument if you actually read the post from AO3. Of the six stated changes, two have been implemented (comment controls and blocking), two are too nebulous to say whether they've been done (reassessing warnings and reviewing ToS), one I'm not sure about (has collection searching improved?), and one (improving admin tools) is an actionable thing that has apparently not been implemented.

Maybe they did review their ToS and archive warnings and just came to the conclusion that they were fine as they are. I have no idea, and apparently neither does this campaign.

Anyway. I find this all frustrating. There are real issues to address here, somewhere, but this campaign buries them beneath layers of bullshit. Reading through their Call to Action and FAQ multiple times feels like reading any other bullshit fandom call-out post. They cite misrepresented or non-existent sources, outright lie, and frame those they disagree with in the worst light they can.

I implore anyone reading this to examine the campaign's posts and look closely at their sources. Decide for yourself what is going on here, don't just take the campaign's word for it.

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weaselbeaselpants · 7 months

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Legit Bad-take/Bad-Faith Helluvaverse critics you should not trust if you see them

Interpersonal squabbles within the critical tag are irrelevant, sorry. This here is a genuine warning against users you should keep your distance from in regards to any VivziePop drama-discourse because their names may come up and you should know what it is that crossed the line.

Starlatte/Starvader/HonestHazbinCritiques/OhGodDude and Woomycritiques/RaySquid - Serial harasser(s). Long story incoming. Starlatte was/is a Vivcritical who got involved in the fandom back in 2019/2020 when she was a minor and didn't tell anyone. Her blog on tumblr was HonestHazbinCritiques where she made some good points but also managed to find/be a part of everyone else's takes in the critical community. Her relationship with several criticalblogs turned sour when she started lashing out, talking over people, being accused of faking her age, and doing stuff like arguing with irl sexworkers abt how they should feel about Angel Dust. Whatever her age actually was at the time, she was also sending her own rewrite scripts and fanwritten episodes to Spindlehorse in order to 'fix' Hazbin. In 2021 Star returned to Tumblr under the name "Oh-God-Dude" w/o disclosing to new people who she was while also starting shit. When said new ppl found out her past and got mad at her, she proceeded to block-backtalk every one of them.

Woomycritiques (twitter handle: Raysquid) is a critical blogger who stans Star and calls everyone else in the critical community an obsessed stalker while lashing out herself. She accused others of racism (unfounded), her friends of predation just for being proship (not the 'cest and underage is good'-kind, the "I like some problematic stuff in fic-context"-kind), and heckled Dirgentlemen over how much they should hate Helluva, and more.

Regardless of if you believe Woomy and Star are the same person, which ppl do, they are both -by now- adult persons who have been asked to stop and DIDN'T, which is why people don't trust them. Star and Woom were asked to tone it down, stop making accusations and even asked by many criticals to leave and stop talking about Helluvaverse as she/they seem to have nothing good to say about it. To put that into perspective, cuz I know some HH/HB fans are gonna be reading this: the people who've self-styled themselves antis and criticals begged this person to leave cuz she had nothing nice to say and was being a nuisance. I know the stans think that's all of us anyway, so let that sink in.

LincarRox aka ToyTaker - Creep. Nasty jealous stalker freak who got kicked out of Helluvaverse servers and Aminos for saying nasty shit like how he "wants to put a baby" in Viv. No really. He took his shit and grievances to BadWebComics wiki under the name TheToyTaker while also seemingly trying to get work at Spindlehorse in order to have access to Viv directly and to 'fix' her show. He did so by faking his animation portfolio. BWW did eventually catch on and kick him out but yeah....bad. May or may not still be going under his old pseudonyms, but regardless if you see someone talking weirdly sexually abt Viv while saying they were "let go" both by SH and BWW, get out now. That's probably him.

Animation Call-Out - Bigoted shitlord. Twitter user who rags on Vivz' controversies w other people but also hates gays and BIPOCs. Admitted to submitting one of the anonymous reviews against Spindlehorse "for fun" amidst legitimate ex-employees. All of the reviews, even the ones that seem the most validating/believable should be taken with a grain of salt I believe especially since they are coming to us anonymously, but when a racist person admits to def being one of those fake reviews for "Lolz" sake, that's def when shit's hit the fan.

DoodleToons - Also bigoted creeperlooser. Altright white kid who hates BIPOC existing in anything and admits to hating Viv's stuff for their LGBTisms and 'demons'. Yes, there legit are bad-faith critics who are homophobic. Just because Viv and her crew have a way of saying that's EVERY critic of her work doesn't mean there aren't shitty people out there.

#read first paragraph #I'm not putting Lemon or Chai or whoever here just cuz u don't like em #vivziepop critical #helluva boss critical #call out post #call out tw #hazbin hotel critical #spindlehorse critical #critical fandom

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fannyyann · 1 month

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Hey, hope you're doing okay. I hope you don't mind me asking, but I am rather new to the mattdrai fandom and I couldn't help but wonder:

Was Matthew really as bad as a lot of fic lead to believe in his earlier hockey years in Calgary? And was he really disliked in the room - where there rumours like that? So many fics build on this premise, and seeing him now in Florida and hearing all the nice things his teammates say about him and seeing the things he does himself and the insane good hockey he plays... it's hard to believe.

It's so strange also that it's so rarely mentioned that Leon was the one to be sent down to the minors, not Matthew.

Plus what I don't get: matthew is a lot hotter than Leon? why is it always told like Leon is the hottest dude on earth while Matthew is nothing? comparing early pics and pics from now... it's just not true? Leon looks good, a bit bland IMO, but Matthew is and was just hot in a very unique and special way. maybe because he isn't that bland generic good looking Leon is? But good looking in a special way? so that got a lot longer than I thought it would, hope you don't mind the ask.

i don't mind you asking at all! this is basically my roman empire so MY apologies if this gets unwieldy but i have FEELINGS about matthew's early fic portrayal lmao

in his six years on the flames, matthew was always one of the top five scorers.

his rookie year, he was sixth in rookie scoring

the season he was picked for his first ASG, the flames were 16th in the league at the time all star rosters were announced and matthew was their top scorer.

so it's not like he was the best player from a bottom of the league team or going because he was the home town boy, he was a playoff team's best player (both at the asg break and when the season was eventually suspended because of covid).

and even in his career worst year (2020-2022), he ended the year as their third best scorer and only six points behind johnny (the leader). and as one of calgary's beat reporters said in his end of the year review, Matthew was "good, but not quite as good as the Flames needed him to be."

so i've never really understood why people were portraying him like that either and still haven't figure out if most of it was unreliable narrator kind of stuff or if some authors actually thought he was bad before he had his breakout season, but it doesn't reflect reality.

as for him being disliked in calgary, that all stems from jake muzzin flipping the puck at him, and the subsequent players only meeting that took place after it, in which matthew allegedly told the team he was upset they didn't join him in the scrum after and he was then told him it can't be a riot every night.

before that there were never any rumors that i'm aware of that he was unliked in the room, and in 2019 gio, who most people tend to think is the one who told matthew to tone it down, said this about another players only meeting:

so while the 2021 players only meeting was a story because matthew wasn't playing like his usual self afterward, i've never thought it was indicative of him not being liked by his teammates. and honestly, you have to take it all with a grain of salt anyway because while guys obviously bullshit the media, at the practice after the players only meeting guys talked about how there was a general lack of emotion, and how they came out there trying to have fun with each other and put it behind them, and in the postgame the next night, gio specifically sites getting into scrums and mixing it up when asked how much more emotion they played with in that win compared to earlier losses, so if mixing it up was good the very next night, the math doesn't quite add up, yk?

but johnny did confirm in his spittin chiclets appearance about two weeks after the muzzin incident that matthew was pissed after they left him out to dry that night, and when asked about matthew's struggles that season darryl sutter said matthew needed to, and would, get back to playing to his identity, so the whole cause and effect of the muzzin incident on matthew's play that season isn't completely unfounded, but i do think multiple guys saying the team needed to play with more emotion, johnny saying in the chiclets episode that the guys skating off didn't find out about the puck flip until they saw it on sportsnet and saying he felt bad about it, and the new coach coming in and getting matthew to play back to his style shows that it wasn't as personal as it was made out to be.

anyway, the flames may not have be as tight knit as the panthers are, but matthew had his people there. he's bffs with hanifin and his friendship with sam bennett is part of what drew him to florida. johnny always says great things about him, blake coleman called him the heartbeat of the team, and was such an important voice in the room that the flames suffered when he and gudbranson were no longer around to tell sutter to chill the fuck out when he was being too hard on guys in the room.

he probably wasn't close with every teammate, most people aren't friends with all their coworkers, but he wasn't some sort of loner in that locker room.

as for the looks, that's all down to personal preference. leon is definitely very conventionally attractive and while matthew has definitely glowed up in the last few seasons, he was by no means ugly. i wouldn't even say he's really unconventionally attractive either. he's got a good face and was a cute teen and people who are like "oh no i find matthew tkachuk attractive now" have literally never made sense to me. but again! personal preference and all that.

again, my apologies if you weren't looking for THIS MUCH of an answer to your question but this isn't even all the sources i pulled up when i first got this ask so i did TRY to keep it short lol

#matthew ask

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destielfanfic · 1 year

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from the inbox, #9

From the inbox, #9, special edition - Destiel fic reccing Now and Then

Hi! First of all, your blog is absolutely wonderful! I wish there were a billion more like it for all pairings and fandoms lol. Do you know of any other good supernatural rec blogs?

As long as there were destiel fics, there were also dedicated fic reccers. Some stayed with fandom longer, some moved on faster, so, now we have a mix of active blogs and archived blogs. Here’s small collection of destiel fic rec resources that I’ve come across on tumblr. This is by no means a definite list and you are welcome to add your own resources in the notes! Let’s keep fic reccing craft alive and diverse!

Destiel Fic reccing NOW, currently active blogs in 2023

@profoundbondfanfic - an active and prolific destiel fic rec blog with dedicated mod team. Follow them on tumblr and have a rec every day!

@destielficbasket - a blog that reblogs a wide variety of destiel fic rec posts from other Tumblr blogs. All goods in one place!

@deancasfanficrecs - destiel fic recs and fic rec reblogs, lots of posts to chose from!

@destieltaggedfic - blog full of original themed fic rec posts, sorting destiel fics from different angles.

@mixtapebookclub - a tumblr blog for destiel fic podcast. Thematic podcasts and fic rec lists at the same time. There is also a Mixtape Book Club AO3 collection for your convenience.

@cocklesdestielfiction - what it says on the tin! They have destiel, but they also have cockles recs and gif sets. Check them out!

@destieltropecollection - a very unique blog that collects themed self recs from the authors. Check out their neatly organized Master List Collection 2017-2022 or follow them to get the latest Destiel Trope Collection 2023 rec lists every day in May.

The Destiel Fan Survey Favs Collection on AO3 contains 2793 fics and 668 bookmarked fics that were chosen by destiel readers in several fic surveys organized by destiel writer @unforth. Check out this vast collection of reader choice fics!

Destiel Fic reccing THEN

@destielmybeatingheart-deactivated - what to say, this was the main blog for destiel fic rec back in the day. Unfortunately, the mod left fandom and later took down the blog and, with it, all their fic rec posts. See this post to appreciate what we used to have. In coming weeks, @destiel-fic-rec-lists will continue to reblog available destielmybeatingheart’s rec lists with updated links to AO3 when possible. You can find them under #creator: destielmybeatingheart tag.

ask about other spn blogs like ours - this is 10 years old ask and a lot of blogs here are not active anymore or full of dead links, but if they are up, you can still browse them. The list includes some non spn fic rec blogs as well.

@deancasfix - destiel fic rec blog, reviews, rec lists and asks, last update May, 2020.

@deancasfanficnet - a blog to promote destiel fic writers, various posts, last update April, 2020.

@destiel-fics-for-you - destiel fic rec blog, reviews, rec lists and asks, last update June 2016.

Last but not least, don’t forget to browse our destiel fic challenge master post Where Is Destiel Fic In 2022 and occasionally check out @destiel-fic-rec-lists blog for fic rec lists made by other fans. (hint - all reblogs are tagged with their creator’s urls, so you can easily find their other posts on the blog)

Support and cherish your local fanfic reccer. You never know when you’ll need their help to find your next favorite fic!

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nerdalmighty · 5 months

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What are your top picks for your favorite Good Omens fanfics? 👀

-AnnTickwittee

Oh my dear AnnTickwittee, THANK YOU for this ask. There are a bunch of great ones out there but here are some I've loved recently! Also, everyone PLEASE feel free to leave more recs in comments or reblogs or tags! I LOVE a good fic!

Weirdly, most of my faves were written before S2 premiered - PLEASE recommend me some good S2 stuff, and ones you'd consider staples in the GO fandom - I've missed out on a LOT of great content - help me find it/catch up! (Note: All fics listed below are COMPLETE and feature happy endings.)

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Summary: AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

My Review: Fave fave FAVE at the moment! I discovered this one from this tiktok, fully thinking it was going to be a silly little romp and was instead met with beautiful prose, adorable banter, and moments that literally made me go "AWW" out loud (which I NEVER do). I meant to read a few chapters per night before bed and then accidentally read the whole thing in one go. I stayed up until 4am reading and then woke up 4 hours later STILL thinking about it. Aziraphale is the perfect lead in this one, with Crowley as the wily yet lovable snake that lives in a cursed/enchanted castle with some familiar faces. CLASSIC pining ensues. The author does a great job of world building and character development and I find myself wishing I could read it again with fresh eyes. It's beautiful and adorable and I can't recommend it enough. Favorite quote: "'I love him,' he said. 'Let me in.' And the gates swung open before him."

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Summary: In good weather, one can see the lighthouse at the Rock from the shore: a dot on the horizon, a distant star flashing red and white and red again. It’s been dark for a fortnight, of course—ever since the incident that every newspaper had breathlessly written about, that the paper-boys on the corners had shouted themselves hoarse over. This is where Aziraphale is headed: it is his duty, after all, to find out what happened, to make sure that the beacon can be safely lit once again. He does not expect Crowley to follow him to the windswept isle, to the lonely lighthouse at what could just as well be the edge of the world. Crowley follows him anyway.

My Review: THIS ONE! This one is a good old fashioned mystery! The humans believe this lighthouse is haunted, especially since its last three keepers vanished without a trace, but Aziraphale and Crowley know that can't possibly be the case. As such, they decide to investigate for themselves. It's an adorable slow burn period piece that had me weeping at certain points with twists and turns abound, and I really liked how the author handled the mystery and lore! Deep lore is tough to do convincingly and I found myself believing everything the author said. I can't tell you how thrilled I was when I KIND OF clocked what the author was going for with their mystery. Their explanation for everything was far better than anything my monkey brain could have come up with. Also that S2 ep of OFMD that featured a lighthouse in the beginning came out after I read this fic and I got all giddy thinking about Aziracrow here. I literally don't think I'll ever see a lighthouse again and not think of this gorgeous fic. EDIT: Also, here's a YouTube video that appeared in my recommended shortly after I read this. It's super interesting that disappearances like this have happened in real life 😱

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Summary: Two months after the failed apocalypse Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings. A story about middle grounds, ineffable plans, and what happens when the world doesn't end.

My Review: Another fic I found on Tiktok. The edit itself was so gorgeous I decided to give it a go and was not disappointed. It was written before S2 was even announced so it takes some liberties with fanon (Crowley was Raphael in the canon of this world, etc), but it's a lovely, relatively quick read. Crowley and Aziraphale are on their own side, finally, and soon, others join their ranks. All while God watches from afar. The prose is beautiful and I come back to the tiktok all the time (I saved it onto my phone lol). It was also fun to go back and rewatch the tiktok after reading and realize that the editor stitched together parts from each chapter into something new and amazing. It's not a romantic fic, not in the way the others are; it cares more about the aftermath of an apocalypse and shades of gray and how the universe came to be in the first place. I love the POV of God reminiscing on creation and thought it was very well written. Absolutely loved this one! (@anntickwittee, this was the fic I was referring to in the tags of this post, which is probably what prompted you to leave this ask in the first place! 😊)

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Summary: When Crowley drops a bomb on a church, Aziraphale falls in love with him. This should be a secret, but unfortunately, Aziraphale's never been much good at keeping them.

My Review: A one-shot expanding on the 1941 minisode (2019) BEFORE the S2 minisode canonically expanded on it. Recap: Aziraphale's just realized he's in love with Crowley (thank you Michael Sheen for that AMAZING acting choice) and this fic is the author's interpretation of what might have happened after the show cut away from the burning church. I was floored by how many parallels made it from this fic into the actual show both directly and indirectly (Aziraphale says "Not as such" at one point and I'm pretty sure I burst into tears and/or yelped loudly). It's got a good bit of angst to it, the same kind from S2 that makes you scream "WHAT ARE YOU DOING! HE'S RIGHT THERE!" with a happy ending that helped heal my shattered heart. I definitely cried reading this one (affectionate). It's extremely fluffy at the end which EYE LOVE, so if that's your thing, I highly recommend! Favorite Quote: "'I’m afraid I’m quite terribly in love with you,' Aziraphale said unceremoniously. Crowley, who had been in the process of sitting up, promptly fell off the sofa."

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Summary: After Aziraphale goes back to Heaven with the Metatron, Crowley reflects. And 4,400 years ago in 2407 BC, in the city of Uruk in ancient Sumer, he and Aziraphale fall in love with humanity, and each other. - “What are you doing here?” asked Aziraphale. Crowley lifted an eyebrow and felt himself start to smile. “I should ask you the same. What are you thinking, coming here with your wings out and the blessed light of Heaven raining down upon you? You’re scaring the mortals.” Aziraphale blushed. Crowley dutifully looked away. It felt disrespectful not to.

My Review: This one-shot is a love letter to history and humanity. I think I found it on twitter? Unfortunately I don't have a link to the tweet or the author's tumblr. What I really love about this one is that the author adds footnotes like the original Good Omens book does. You can absolutely feel the love and care that went into writing and researching for this particular fic, which I can really appreciate as a fellow writer. (For all my Bildad the Shuhite stans out there, this story takes place after, but the vibes are VERY SIMILAR. If you even care.) Crowley and Aziraphale are in Uruk to keep an eye on the humans as they try to build a structure tall enough to reach God (the Tower of Babel). Theoretically, they can both return to their respective sides, but opt to stay on earth (with each other) for 10 years to watch the construction unfold. Pining ensues, NSFW ensues, and as the author puts it, "now featuring Aziraphale as a little country girl tending her sheep ♥" I highly recommend if you want to be sucked into another time period/biblical story and feel MANY different feelings (with a happy ending!)

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I have more bookmarked that I could absolutely recommend if anyone is interested, but these 5 are just the ones that have stuck out to me the most recently!! Believe me, I could go ON, but this post is long enough for now.

If you DO read any of these, please chat with me about them, I'd love to hear your thoughts! Happy reading!

#i've been WAITING to make something like this #thank you SO MUCH #my blog isn't OFFICIALLY a good omens account but I've wanted to post fic recs for such a long time #please please PLEASE send me fic recs if you have them!#i've got a fever and the only prescription is more good omens fics #anntickwittee #thanks for the ask!#good omens #fic rec #good omens fic rec #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #anonymous #answered #mine #emma blabs #long post #ao3 #archive of our own #great show #love them #:)#you ever wish you were more articulate #you ever wish you could convey to someone else how badly you need them to consume this particular piece of media #and feel the exact same things that you did #and then maybe they could help articulate the wistful longing you're filled with after consuming that particular piece of media #yeah #that

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sinigangsta-ao3 · 2 years

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Thursday Thoughts: On fandom and a sense of belonging

I love @ao3commentoftheday, in general. But I particularly love how succinctly and beautifully they summarize how, as we participate in fandom, we are ultimately (even if it's unconsciously) seeking out community.

Yesterday, I reblogged their transcription, where they reflect on why fic writers specifically — and creators and artists, generally — seek and savor engagement metrics (e.g. kudos, comments) when they share something online. As they summarized: it's because kudos and comments are the only tangible points within an online space that can be presumed as points of connection. As signals of community.

To quote them:

"For me. That's the piece that's missing. That's the piece that people crave, the thing they're looking for. It's not about the comments, it's not about the numbers, it's about connections and relationships. And that's the part that's missing."

Additionally, in response, @ishtarelisheba reblogged and added a big YES-AND — underscoring that, in addition to finding community, it is both reasonable and valid for writers/artists/creators who are sharing their work online to expect a positive feedback loop. Because who wouldn't want the confirmation that one's efforts and vision are not only seen but also appreciated by someone else in the world (especially because the artist made a point to put it out in the world in the first place?).

As they so beautifully summarized:

"Very few people actually want to work hard on a piece of art, a piece of writing, a sculpture, a dollhouse, a carving, a sweater for their dog, and just Gollum it and never show another person. For most creators, showing your creations to others is vital for that creative part of your soul to thrive. Of course you should love what you do and enjoy what you make! But don’t ignore the part of you that wants to hold it up two inches from someone else’s face and get love and enjoyment from them, too, just because some false platitude instilled a sense of shame for that pretty much universal need."

Both of those needs — connection and validation — can and do exist whenever anyone enters a space, either online or offline. And, in addition to saying we seek out community when we enter fandom, I would even take it a step further (hold on, Corporate Nina is entering the chat) and say that we are seeking out a sense of belonging.

I'll link some articles explaining this in a bit more depth below, but — as summarized within this organizational study in the Harvard Business Review — we experience a sense of belonging within a group when we experience the following (in parentheses, I've added some of the online "engagement" equivalents that we probably look for to find indicators of belonging):

We are seen for our unique contributions (hits, views).

We are connected to other group members (servers, blog communities, social media platforms).

We are supported in our work and in our artistic and creative development (comments, kudos, reshares, other individuals in the fandom talking up your work).

We are proud of the group's values and purpose (sustained enthusiasm/desire to participate and create in fandom).

I know that these tenets were crafted based on workplaces and formal organizations — but I don't think it's a far reach to apply them to fandom. Because, at its core, fandom is still an organized, social body comprised of individuals coming together based on a common goal and/or shared interest. It's like a school. Or a workplace. Or a social group, in that regard.

And, regardless of why and how someone finds themselves within fandom (or any organized space), it is not only valid for someone to want to receive indicators that they're welcome and that they belong — but it's also a biological and psychological human need to feel connected and validated within a social space (you can read about this phenomenon in the 2020 MIT study that cites that we receive neurological signals akin to physical hunger when we crave social connection).

On a more personal note:

Over the past few weeks, I've been wrestling with this sensation myself. Mostly because I initially intended to join this particular fandom in order to simply write — and I was surprised when I realized that no, I wanted more than that. That, as cited in the quotes above, I did truly want to make friends, connect with others, and find community. To connect with others to a degree that, in full transparency, I don't typically do, both online and offline.

I did think that I found a little pocket of community. And I enjoyed it a lot, felt like I thrived and like I might have found those people that "got" me...

And, sadly, that sense of belonging I thought that I experienced ended up a bit of a facade.

Now, I'm in a space where I'm trying to figure out where, how, and (sometimes) if I even belong in this space. There are a lot of things that I like to add, that I get a lot of joy out of — but I also receive a lot of indicators on a daily basis that maybe, just maybe, I'm not as welcome here as I originally thought...

Basically, it's interesting to be a participant in fandom in this day and age, when it is both so easily accessible to enter the space and so challenging to navigate and assess authentic connection.

I don't necessarily know what the answer is. I know I'm bringing some of my equitable organizational design principles into my thought processes here (and I know that some people think I'm overthinking this but whatever) — but I do think that there are both individual responsibilities that need to be upheld and systemic changes that need to be made in order to sustain a sense of belonging for all participants.

But, in the meantime, I'll just continue to assess meaning in this space for myself, continue to lift up others, and continue to suss out where and with whom I can find those bits of connection and validation. Because I would really, really, really like to think that I still belong here.

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Final note: as promised, here are some articles about sense of belonging, in case you're interested.

"Acute social isolation evokes midbrain craving responses similar to hunger" (Nature Neuroscience, 2020)

"Create a Sense of Belonging" (Psychology Today, 2014)

"Missing Your People: Why Belonging Is So Important And How To Create It" (Forbes, 2021)

"Sense of Belonging: A Vital Mental Health Concept" (School of Nursing and Department of Psychology, University of Michigan, 1992)

"What Does It Take to Build a Culture of Belonging?" (Harvard Business Review, 2021)

#on fandom #sense of belonging #online community #fic writing #writer problems #thursday thoughts #nina-bean writing #sorry i'm always on my soapbox

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that january morning. // myg.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader, and ot7 { couple from vegas, baby }

summary: This wasn't in the life plan. This wasn't anywhere near the life plan, but that night you got hooked, both of you, and stupidly have paid the price. Yoongi, still healing from his surgery, is about to make it his life's mission to get you through this.

words: 9k

warnings: THIS IS A MATURE FIC. 18+. SEXUAL CONTENT BELOW. theyre a little kinky. yanno, they make a baby. smut right under the cut. then after that it's just a little angst not really and straight love for one another.

a/n: HI! I have so many scribbles of this couple, I want to post them all, I'm obsessed with them. This thought came to me and I needed to write it, and I'm now deciding to post it because I've been sitting on it for too long. :)

{ read vegas, baby here to get to know this couple some more }

~ december 2020 ~

The beat from a song by a rapper Yoongi had just discovered was playing at a low volume, just high enough to be heard over the sound of both of your heavy breaths and soft sounds. He had been at his desk working, putting some things together for the future plans he had to help keep himself occupied. To say he was going stir crazy was an understatement. Yoongi had gone from living the most hectic life, to being told he couldn't do a thing. He was grateful for his procedure and the break, but he was addicted to his job and couldn’t ever find the willpower to stay still.

After eleven o’clock when he wasn’t in bed you wandered into his office and found him in the dark in front of his computer, eyes squinting at the bright screen illuminating his tired expression. On the desk beside his books sat his brace that he’d taken off, mentioning before how it was uncomfortable to have it on for too long. He was finally at the point where he was allowed to sleep without it.

Leaning against the doorframe you turned on the lights, but only a little bit. They had the ability to dim, and you didn’t want to startle him, so you opted for the gentle glow of the soft yellow light.

“You’ve been in here a long time,” You said as he looked up to you coming over to his side. Slipping a hand down the back of his black t-shirt you give him a gentle scratch and lean over to kiss his cheek. He closed his eyes at the feeling of your lips on his skin, sighing with comfort.

“I keep reviewing the same thing over and over,” He grumbles, “Butter concept’s done. There’s nothing left to do.” Rubbing your hand on his back carefully, you examine his screen of emails and tilt your head side to side.

“Hmmm,” You hummed, getting him to look up at you, “You could do me?” You whisper, turning your chin to meet his eyes that had gone from tired to full of life. A small smile was starting to grow on his lips, having you silently celebrating this victory because you finally got him.

The two of you have had sex three times since his surgery, which was impressive considering it’d only been about a month, but much like the change in Yoongi’s lifestyle, this was a huge change in your sex life. The three times in the month since his surgery was like a normal Saturday night in the past. The concern for your relationship didn’t bother either of you, you were practically married with how you lived your lives. You knew that a couple months of holding yourselves back from ripping open another couch cushion was not going to break your relationship.

Offering this to him now, knowing it was fully up to him, and seeing his eyes light up, you knew that was the green light. That’s how you ended up here in his lap, in his office, straddling his hips, riding him half naked where he sat in the large leather chair.

Holding onto the sides of his neck, fingers slipping into his hair occasionally, your parted lips met each time you bounced, keeping your pace slow, listening to him and how he responded. Both of your pants were on the floor, strewn somewhere when your lips were hot on each other. Neither of you needed much prep, that’s why you came looking for him in the first place, too horny laying in bed alone to think about anything else but his dick inside of you that you’ve been missing for a week.

“I’m not gonna last very long,” He whispers, catching your bottom lip between his teeth as he moans at the way you grind your hips in a circle against his. Chuckling under your breath, you dance your tongue between his lips and return the sound.

“Baby, I was halfway there when I walked in this door,” You raise an eyebrow and he laughs between breaths.

“Miss this,” He says, “Miss you…” Trailing off into a whisper, you pause for a moment to hold his cheeks to kiss him, for a long time.

“You don’t have to miss me,” You tell him, pressing your forehead to his, “I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.” Yoongi takes a deep breath, then catches your lips once again. He snakes his functioning arm around your waist, holding you tight, and lifts you as he stands up to your surprise. Doctors said no strenuous activity, and you were sure that sex was included, at least this kind was.

“Yoongi!” You giggle as he places you onto his desk, “You can’t do that.” You slide your hands around his waist, and up his shirt, dragging your nails gently down his skin, loving how it made his eyes flutter shut.

“I know, sorry, I just… Need to do this,” He holds you around your back as tight as he just was, and before you could question him you’re tossing your head back with a filthy moan as he starts to buck his hips into yours mercilessly. His body is flushed against you, his arm around your back keeping you in place while your fingers dig into his skin, clawing gently, but hard enough to leave scratches behind.

“Oh m’go…” You groan, unable to finish a word, “Yoon… Y…” He grins wickedly, watching you finally fall apart beneath him. Having you on top was godly, and he loved everything about it, but knowing that he was the one responsible for splitting you in two was his thing… this was what he preferred, and after you being on top the past three times, he was determined to make you cum this way instead. A reminder that he still had it.

“You’ve been such a good girl,” He praises, lips grazing your cheek, “So patient while I recover,” Lifting your head you look up at him with big, full eyes that drove him absolutely nuts. He was seconds away from bursting, but not before you.

“Miss the way I fucked you?” He asks, keeping his eyes on you. Somehow, his thrusts got faster. Yoongi lifts his knee to the desk to press your thighs open even farther, exposing you more to him, and with the new angle being able to thrust deeper within you if that was even possible.

“Yes,” You whine, “Fuck, yes, yes, yes…” You answer to the rhythm of his hips, your voice getting higher and louder, feeling the coil tighten and start to burn in your center.

“I love you so much,” He whispers, lips traveling to the valley of skin beneath your ear, sucking harshly before swirling his tongue over the mark he so proudly made.

“Fuck, I love you,” You say breathlessly, moaning aloud for him again, “Yoongi, I love you, so much.” His hips were pistoling into you relentlessly, the shrewd sound of your skin slapping now overpowering the music that had been playing. Each thrust was getting sloppier, his high catching up to him to his disappointment. For once he was comfortable having sex with you, and his body wanted it to end already.

“Y-your gon’ cum,” You whimper, eyes locked on his. He nods shamelessly making you smile.

“Where?” He asks fast, eyes going wide as you hook a leg around his waist and hold him tighter with your hands.

“Cum inside me,” You whisper, nipping his bottom lip, moaning as you kiss him. He could’ve fallen over if you weren’t holding him so tight, cumming inside you was rarely a request he received, and with the state he was in now it sent him straight over the edge. Hips pushing into yours with force, he toppled over you, hands catching himself on the desk behind your back as pleasure ripped through his entire being.

“Need you to cum,” His voice is raspy as he pulses tiny thrusts into you, sucking air in harshly through his teeth. Trembling beneath him, you were right there, admiring him as he lost himself.

“Please,” He pleads, bringing a hand between you to rub circles on your swollen clit, “Baby, cum.“ His fingers send you into a frenzy, clenching around his cock that had him sucking in another forceful breath.

“So… Close,” Your voice was barely audible, your lungs were taking in air and not letting any out, “Yoongi, fuck!”

“Need you to cum on my dick,” He says, his tone serious and deep, “Please,” Comes out of him as a plead again, borderline whining, “Baby, please,” Writing in euphoria, one last whinier plea snapped the coil, your head falling back as you finally exhaled, moaning louder than you had all night. Squeezing the life out of him, he winces, the overstimulation something he wasn’t used to anymore, and after riding your high with you he has to slip out.

Placing a hand to his cheek, breathing between your lips, you smile, exhausted. Yoongi smiles back, giving you a lazy kiss.

“Bed?” He asks quietly. Nodding, you rub your thumb on the apple of his cheek, and kiss him one more time.

“Shower first,” You answer, “Are you okay?” The hand on his cheek slid down to his neck, eyes following it, then to the top of his shoulder with the gentlest touch. Taking a slow, deep breath, he exhales and bobs his head.

“I’m fine,” He gives you a lopsided smile before glancing between you, “Are you okay? You never tell me to do that.” Heat rises to your cheeks, turning them pink, and you want to shy away from him. Nervously looking away, Yoongi places a finger beneath your chin to turn you to face him, kissing your cheek to comfort you.

“I like feeling close to you,” You whisper, and he listens intently, “We used to have each other all the time, whenever we wanted… I guess I just… miss that.” Yoongi’s eyes are narrow, watching you, concerned, but listening full heartedly.

“I’m sor-“

“Don’t apologize, D,” You laugh shaking your head, drawing light circles with the pads of your fingers over his shoulder, “It’s not your fault, you needed this, you know that,” He averts his eyes for a moment, continuing his head bob, “I do have to admit…” You regain his attention, “It’s kinda hot.” He furrows his brows, and pouts his lips, questioning you. Slipping your hands around his back where they had once been, you hold him tight and bring your lips to his ear.

“Sitting here in front of you, full of your cum,” Your tone made every muscle in his body tense, you could feel it, “You’re not fucking me but you’re still inside of me.”

“Fuck,” He mutters, lifting a hand to grip your arm as he shut his eyes.

“I know we never do it, but I really fucking love it,” You breath heavily against his neck, licking a stripe on his skin before yanking his shirt down to place open mouthed kisses down to his exposed collarbone, “Thinking about it gets me so wet, imagining you cumming inside of me everytime we fuck… Knowing you wouldn’t hesitate to fill me up if I asked you to…” Keeping your kisses going, Yoongi was hanging on by a thread. Eyes shut tight, breathing through pursed lips, eyebrows scrunched together- the man was gone.

“We can… we can talk about… this,” His voice was shaky, “I love it… too, fuck… but we should be careful ab-bout it…” Lifting your head to look up at him, you pouted your bottom lip and made sure he saw you. Meeting your eyes he cursed under his breath and bit down on his own lip. Sneaking a hand between your bodies, you wrapped your hand around his length that was eagerly throbbing, ready to go again just by your words and minor ministrations.

“Do it again?” You ask politely, “Please?” You could take him again. You could take him all the time. Breaking your role for a second, you reassure him of something knowing that you both felt the same way.

“I can get a pill tomorrow,” You say strictly, and his hesitance is no longer an issue. Yoongi pops you off of the desk and takes you by the wrist, nearly dragging you to your shared bedroom. A wicked smile grew on your face, content that you’ve gotten what you wanted, and also because you knew that he was into this way more than you ever would be.

“Where are you comfortable?” You ask him quickly, as he lets go of you and you stumble toward the bed.

“Lay down,” He demands, brushing away the subtle mention of his injury, and you follow through, crawling toward the headboard, ass on full display for your man who was right behind you. He slips off his shirt as he gets comfortable between your thighs that he noticed were starting to be covered in your shared arousals as you transitioned positions.

Using his hands he spread your knees apart, lifting them toward your chest, then he took a single finger and drug it slowly over your leaking center, gathering the mess he was responsible for. Moaning softly while he touched you, you try to grind your hips against his digits, seeking any kind of friction. His eyes flickered up to yours, the devil laced in his pupils making you moan again. You watched in awe as he lifted his finger to his lips, and placed it on his tongue, pulling it out from between his lips slowly.

“D,” You whine impatiently, wiggling your hips around against nothing.

“What? You want a taste?” He smirks, slipping that same finger inside of you, maneuvering it around in a circle before sliding it out covered in cum, his and hers. Leaning over top of you, he uses his other hand beneath your chin, holding your jaw. “Open,” He groans, and you think he’s going to give you the finger, but instead drops a thick wad of saliva from his lips, letting it fall onto your tongue you so willingly held out for him. A whine escaped from your throat that made him groan in return, prompting him to dip his finger between your teeth. “Suck,” He whispers, and you obey, hollowing out your cheeks, enjoying the mix of sweet and salty that danced on your tongue. Pulling his long, narrow finger out with a pop he wastes no time, pushing his cock into you without warning.

“Fuck!” You cry out, hands latching onto his bare back, for sure leaving behind scratches now.

“Goddamn,” Yoongi grunts, letting his head lull onto your chest, “Who would’ve thought you’d be such a slut for my cum.” His words have you clenching around him already, each thrust sending you further and further into nirvana.

“I am,” Your voice is wrecked, moaning between every word, “I’m.. a slut-ahh… for y-your cum.” Yoongi snickers and pounds into you even harder, his teeth biting at the skin on your neck spurring you on to be even louder for him.

“Gonna give it all to you, baby,” He says, “Gonna fill you up so good, cum inside you so hard you’ll be feeling me for days.” Your body trembled, shaking as your high built up incredibly fast. Yoongi felt this, bringing his agile fingers to your clit to get you there faster because there wasn’t any way he was making it through without it.

“Need you to cum like a good girl if you want it,” His tone teases you, “Only good girls get my cum inside of them.”

“Please,” You whisper, panting beneath him, moving your hips in time with his own, “Gonna cum… Need you in me… Fill me up…” As you babbled mindlessly, your orgasm ripped through your body, your hands gripping him tight as your back arched and your chest pressed against his.

“Fuck, yes,” He whispers, planting a kiss sloppily to your lips, “Good girl, you feel so good,” He pressed his forehead to yours, and thrust three more times before he was pushed over the edge, spurting his warm cum right into you.

Moaning happily, you smile, nibbling on your bottom lip, ecstasy lingering around the two of you. Your parted lips touched once, swirling your tongues dirtily before he pulled away and sighed.

“Don’t leave,” You whisper, and he half smiles.

“I love you, but I have to, or you’re going to be under me all night,” He jokes, but you know he’s right. Sitting himself up, he lays down beside you, reaching a hand over to tangle his fingers with yours. Turning your head to look at him, you found him already gazing your way, admiring you where you laid. You offer him a smile that he takes with joy.

“You’re feeling better,” You say quietly. He thinks to himself for a moment, smiling softly again.

“I think so,” He sighs.

And after hours of sleep, by morning, the precaution you both spoke of and said you’d take was long forgotten, and the new, exciting kink you refused to admit you both shared was established as a regular practice.

~ january 8th, 2021 ~

A long, whiney groan comes from beneath your bed covers- from you. You had been buried beneath them all weekend with Yoongi taking care of you as well as he could now that he was back to work full time. He was sitting on the edge of the mattress right now, half dressed, rubbing his hand over your back that was covered with the blankets.

“Baby,” You mumble into the pillows, “You shouldn’t be in here, I don’t wan’ get you sick before you have to go.” Yoongi chuckles, then sighs, stilling his hand.

“I’ve worked with worse things than a stomach bug,” He says, keeping his tone light.

“Is that what this is?” You ask, pulling the covers off of your face to try to peek at him. He angles his chin to see you eye to eye and he smiles gently.

“It’s not Covid,” He shakes his head once. Taking a deep breath that disrupts your stomach like they had been for the past few hours, you groan again and roll onto your back, placing your palms over your abdomen. Eyes squeezed shut, you start to hum through the pain, hoping it would subside soon. Yoongi watches with worry, afraid to touch you anywhere in case he disturbed you, or inflicted more discomfort.

“It’s like,” You start to speak slowly, “I need to get… sick… I feel it coming, but I don’t know… why it won’t just happen…” Opening your eyes, you reach a hand toward him and he takes it, holding onto it like you were breakable.

“Go get ready,” You say quietly to him, taking in his half naked appearance, him sitting beside you in dress pants and nothing else. He narrows his eyes, disappointed you’d even tell him to do that.

“I’m not leaving you like this,” He says.

“You are not missing this show, D,” You try to toughen up your tone as best as you could, “You are too excited for it, and so are the guys… Army misses you, baby, you need to go.” He drags his thumb over your palm, watching it for a second before looking back up.

“Not without you,” He whispers, “I need you. I need you to be there. I want you to be there, this is… this is everything,” You smile a bit as his face lit up as he spoke, “I need to share this with you, it’s too huge to not have you there with me, I love you too much to go without you.” Another rumble of your stomach wipes your smile away, making you sit up to lean forward on his arm. Yoongi sighs, placing a hand to your head, losing his fingers in your hair. He gives your scalp a light scratch and nods a couple of times, knowing you couldn’t see him.

“What did we eat?” He asks himself quietly, rewinding the past few days in his head.

“Fuck, don’t talk about eating,” You spat with a groan, feeling your insides flip at the thought of ingesting anything.

“Sorry,” Yoongi whispers. You felt bad, guilty almost. Tonight was going to be legendary, and you’d been looking forward to it since the day he was cleared and approved to go. There had been a video call meeting, something on Zoom or one of those networks, and all seven of the guys were there. The doctors who performed the surgery were there, and every person of importance from Hybe was there. Squeezing in the tiny frame on screen with him, sitting on his lap, you broke out into a cry as the guys broke out into cheers at the first hearing of the news.

Neither of you expected you’d be sick for the past couple of days, your brand new dress had been hanging in the doorway of your bathroom for over a week.

“Can I have my phone, please?” You ask politely, lifting your head, feeling cold and shaky. Yoongi leaps to his feet obeying his orders, grabbing your phone off the charger from the dresser across from your bed, and hurrying back to your side with persistence.

“Thank you,” You attempt to smile, taking it from his own shaking hands that you gave a weak squeeze to before swiping open to your home screen.

“What’re you doing?” Yoongi leans over your screen with you like a child, nosey per usual. Hesitating, you turn your chin and give him a smile that tells him to take two steps back- nicely.

“Would you just, please, go get dressed,” You say, pressing your lips together firmly. Yoongi looks from your eyes, to your phone, back to your eyes, then to your lips where he places the smallest, quickest kiss he can catch before he makes his exit into the bathroom. Part of you was praying to something, anything, that the thought bouncing around your mind for the last five hours while you laid in bed wasn’t true. Not now.

Tapping on your calendar, you scroll to today’s date and release a breath, screwing your eyes shut, tossing your phone to the carpeted floor with a loud thud, as if you mustered up all the energy you possibly could have in your current nutrition deficient state to try to rewind the weeks. Rewind the weeks to tell your past self to not be stupid, to think about what you were doing before you did, and to remind yourself to get to the store the following mornings- or to just not do it at all.

“Y’okay?” Yoongi speaks up, peeking out of the lit up bathroom now wearing the sweetest sweater. His eyebrows were nestled together in the center of his forehead above his worried eyes, watching as you rubbed your own, dragging your hands down your face and neck. He looked so adorable, the joy he’d been radiating for days but keeping on the low was seeping through his exterior, melting your heart while simultaneously stomping it into your gut with vigor.

“Yoongi,” You begin cautiously, making his face twist in confusion at the use of his full name.

“What’s wrong?” He steps into the bedroom suspiciously, each foot planting into the fuzzy carpet heavily.

“Do you think I’m pregnant?” You blurt out, unsure of how to start the following conversation, figuring bluntness was the way to go. Yoongi doesn’t move. The confused look is frozen on his face as he stares at you, speechless. There’s an actual minute of silence, neither of you stirring, just occupying space in the cozy room watching each other.

You imagined this scene to go one of two ways- either Yoongi panicking, and fleeing the premises, or you panicking, and digging the grave for your life… while also fleeing the premises. However, it was calm, and nothing like a dramatized soap opera. Were you nervous? Of course. Did the thought of having a baby terrify you? Absolutely, but those nightmares seemed to be chased away with how Yoongi’s face softened within these sixty seconds. There was no guttural gasp, or fainting, nor was there going to be an overactive argument where things got thrown and broken. He folded his hands together in front of him, and tilted his head a smidge.

“What if you are?” He asks quietly, observing you and your energy much like you were doing to him. You shrug your shoulders.

“What if I am?” You return the tone, eyes studying him for a quiver of unsanctified emotion. He takes two timid steps toward the bed before swallowing, hard, a quiver of… something. Tears began to well in your eyes, a sudden sharp shaky breath ripping through you sending Yoongi rushing to your side.

“Hey,” He whispers, pulling your body into his where he sat himself down beside you. Crawling into his lap, you snake your arms around his back and bury your face into his chest, letting the tears come out. His hands hold you close, slipping under your shirt to rub circles on your bare back to soothe you.

“It’s okay,” He mumbles, pressing a kiss into your bedhead, “We can check.” Sucking in another deep breath, you huff out a laugh.

“How, I don’t exactly buy fucking pregnancy tests when we grocery shop, D,” You say, just a tad harshly, “Fuck,” You mutter, “I’m sorry.” Yoongi simply smiles.

“S’okay,” He whispers. He knew.

“We’ve never really talked about what would happen if this ever… What do we do?” You opt for a nicer tone, turning to look up at Yoongi who gazed down at you.

“I mean… we’re not eighteen years old…” He pauses after a short laugh, choosing his following words carefully with the time-bomb that is you on his lap in front of him, “We’ve been in a, in my opinion, a very secure relationship for the last seven years… I always saw you having my babies one day.” You could’ve turned to putty in his arms right then and there. Pouting your bottom lip, he chuckles.

“You did?”

“I did, and I do,” He nods, “But that’s your choice, baby.” You both react subtly to the pet name that suddenly felt different.

“You’d do it right now?” You ask, and he nods, “In the middle of your career?” He nods again.

“What if it’s our only shot?” His voice is quiet, his words and persistence sending a chill down your spine. There is another minute of silence. Sixty seconds full of a trillion thoughts, but none that needed to be spoken. You could see right through one another.

Yoongi loosens his grip on you as you shift on his legs, sitting up to hook both arms around his neck before pressing a long, loving, overdue kiss to his lips. The hands that touched you gently on your back wanted so badly to pull you in, roll backward onto the sheets and just kiss you into oblivion, but you both had somewhere to be in about an hour.

“Let me make a call,” Yoongi says between shared air, “You’re coming with me tonight, I don’t care what you say. I’m not leaving you here, not now. Wasn’t even planning on it.”

“Yeah, you’re not good at planning things,” You find the heart to tease him, earning a small tickle to your side as he shifts you off of him, pressing a kiss to your forehead before padding away to collect his phone.

On the bathroom floor in front of the closed toilet sat Yoongi, while you stood in the mirror putting on your makeup, fighting how vaguely dizzy you were feeling. Every couple seconds, or every fifth flick of your brush, you were glancing over to him to watch him stare at the skinny plastic stick on the lid.

A member of his team who was always close by had run to get you guys three different kinds of tests, but you decided together to only take one now for peace of mind, then save the others in case anything were to happen again. The woman was sworn to secrecy, of course, half jokingly, but you didn’t need anyone else finding out that this was happening. Neither of you wanted the guys to find out, if it was negative and they knew you took one, they’d never let you or Yoongi live it down.

“You look beautiful,” Yoongi finally breaks the silence, gazing up at you and your undone hair, to which you frown.

“I don’t feel beautiful,” You mutter to your reflection, layering on some mascara. He shifts on the floor, then huffs a small laugh, turning toward you holding something in the air.

“You’re having my baby, I get to say you look beautiful,” He smiles. You drop your mascara in the sink, the brush getting globs of thick black product all over the ceramic. Looking down to him, he was holding the test out for you to take. Snatching it from him, you sigh as you take in the two, thick, dark lines that were showing in the little box. Clear as day.

“It’s not even… like... blurry? So… like… that has to mean… mean that…”

“You’re pregnant,” Yoongi says quietly, watching you in awe, this look much different than the one he was giving you five minutes ago as he held your hand while you did what you had to do to take the test. Dropping your hands to your side, your heart racing like crazy, you can’t help but smile.

“I’m pregnant,” You whisper, falling to your knees to catch him in a tight squeeze, pressing a kiss to his neck. Yoongi takes a deep breath, nuzzling his cheek against yours before pulling away to touch your noses together. You admire his loving eyes that were very obviously concerned about you.

“What are you feeling?” He asks, swirling a hand on the small of your back. It was like he could feel your heart pumping away between your stagnant lungs.

“Nervous,” You barely speak, and he nods in tiny, beckoning you to keep talking to him, “Scared… a lot… We’d be raising a kid… In this insane life we live… You're an Idol for god's sake, D,” You both laugh, “But it's kind of amazing, and you’re making me feel less nervous about it… Please say something.”

“It’s amazing,” He agrees, kissing your cheek lightly, “It’s nothing like how a traditional life is supposed to go, or how we were expected to live our lives… but I can’t help but feel like this was supposed to happen.”

A future between the two of you was rarely discussed, but in the way that you both knew you were endgame, no matter what. There wasn’t any need to talk things through, be prepared, or stress about what the future could possibly hold. You had Yoongi, and he had you, that’s what was important. Throughout the seven years you’ve been together, you and Yoongi knew it was forever.

“Are we going to do this?” He looks hopeful, and you cannot help but feel completely enamored by him. Your hesitance makes his hope falter, but giving him a few quick nods you grin, pulling him into another hug where you sat on the floor. Letting out a sappy cry on his shoulder, he soothes you by running a hand over your hair.

“Gonna need all your help,” You whisper, “Can’t do it alone…”

“I know,” He sighs, “I’m here, I’ll be here. I will drag you everywhere with me if I have to, I don’t care what anyone says. I’ll shrink you down and keep you in my pocket… I can’t believe this is happening.” You laugh at his rant, pulling back to smile at him before sharing a long kiss.

“I love you,” You say, and he smiles back.

“I love you.”

Less than an hour later, dressed in your brand new get-up bought just for tonight, you and your boyfriend were whisked away to the 35th Golden Disk Awards where he’d be making his very own comeback to his own band. Yoongi had been away for a little over two months, so it was shaking him to his core that he was going to be able to join his brothers on the red carpet and in the performance, though it devastated him that he wasn’t allowed to partake in the choreography.

“You’ll be living up to that little lie you tell,” You had teased him while he gave you a rundown of how the show was going to go, “Suga doesn’t like to dance.” A laugh was shared, as well as a playful shove to your shoulder that turned into a little wrestling match, ending with you pinned underneath him smothered in his kisses- a week before today.

With how carefully Yoongi escorted you out of the house and into the car, there wasn’t a chance in hell he’d be wrestling with you if he knew what he knew now. Maybe it was his nerves from coming back… or it was his nerves from just learning that he was going to be a father a couple of hours before he had to perform in front of an audience with his best friends he wasn’t even sure he could tell this news to.

Every single tiny little thing would have him running to Jin, asking for his advice, or begging for his help, but now? How was he supposed to ask his brother what he would do if he were in his place? Yoongi meant every word he said, it came straight from his heart. What didn’t cross his mind was- anything. He needed words to come from his brain, not his heart. Logical thinking never happened in front of you, or whenever something involved you, it was always deliciously thick, sweet and sappy thoughts from his heart, his heart that was constantly saturated in you.

In the backseat of the car you sit in the center, laying your head on Yoongi’s shoulder to rest your eyes for the drive. You may be dressed to the nines, but how you felt inside didn’t quite equate. The headache you’ve had for days was drumming away, the aching shooting from in front of your eyes to the back of your head. With each bump the driver of the car hit, your stomach had a nauseating response, and of course mixed with a headache it made everything worse.

“Almost there,” Yoongi whispers with his arm around your body, “You can lay down when we get inside.” He presses a tender kiss to your head, looking down to you with his eyebrows knit.

When you didn’t feel good, Yoongi didn’t feel good. He always wished for the ability to take away your pain or sickness whenever something occurred, it broke his heart knowing you were suffering.

Though most moments like these you’d reassure him that you were fine, that you could handle this, that you and so many other people were warriors once or twice a month… You didn’t have a baby growing inside of you. Now he felt a responsibility, a need to take care of you because half of this was his fault.

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs, standing with the guys in the hallway outside of the dressing room you were laying down in, “She’s not feeling too good.” Jimin picks his head up and looks amongst the group.

“Did she take a test?” He asks quietly, and Yoongi’s heart plummets to his knees. Hiding his shock, he clears his throat, shakes his head and narrows his eyes. Jin’s expression falters as he glances down at his shoes.

“A covid test?” Jimin restates his question.

“Fuck,” Yoongi whispers, taking a deep breath, “Yes, she did, it’s not covid.” Jin snakes a hand around Yoongi’s back, pulling him away from the guys, waving them away when they asked where they were heading.

Jin takes his brother down the hall and to a secluded spot where their conversation could stay discreet. He can tell something way bigger is eating away at Yoongi.

“What’s going on?” He asks him, planting a hand to his good shoulder, looking him directly in the eyes. Yoongi sucks in another breath, releasing it shakily. He glances anxiously down the hall, chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“No one followed us,” Jin says softly, “Talk to-”

“She’s pregnant,” Yoongi says. Jin’s jaw is stuck open. Nodding his head within the silence, Yoongi chuckles.

“I know,” He acknowledges his brother's shock.

“Preg… Pregnant?” Jin speaks under his breath, taking a step toward Yoongi, closing the space between them.

“With a capital P,” Yoongi presses his lips together.

“Wha- When? What?” Jin sputters, not realizing how tight his hand was holding onto Yoongi’s shoulder now. It was like he was absorbing all of his anxiety and doubt, releasing him of it.

“We just…” Yoongi trails off, glancing down the hall again before sighing and turning back to Jin, “We’ve had a lot of down time recently.”

“My brother, you’re still in recovery,” Jin starts to laugh, gesturing toward the brace Yoongi was instructed to wear between appearances, “And trust me when I say we know having, or not having, ‘free-time’ was never an issue for either of you,” Yoongi smirks.

“Would love to know how it happened, though,” His eyes pointed down, and Jin shifted his position so he could fold his arms across his chest, curious. Glancing up to his concerned brows, Yoongi relieves him by telling him that this child was absolutely his. He hesitates for a moment wondering if he should spill the details of how he knows it happened, but then ponders if those details are entirely too personal. At the beginning of this relationship Yoongi needed all of Jin’s help, and no detail was ever TMI, however, with a guess of how this baby was made, there was a possibility of crossing a line.

“You’re babbling like an idiot, can you just say what you need to say?” Jin spoke with his hands then crossed them again, waiting for his brother to tell him what he wanted to hear.

“It’s too much,” Yoongi whispers, and Jin slaps his hands to his thighs with a quiet groan.

“I get it, she’s a good friend,” Jin nods, understanding why he was keeping quiet, “But you’re my friend first, my brother.”

“Fine,” Yoongi says, and Jin claps his hands together once with a smile, rubbing them together like he was about to get some delicious tea, and he was.

“You can be pretty kinky,” Yoongi begins quietly, Jin nodding without remorse to his statement, “But you’re like… passionately kinky.”

“I appreciate that,” Jin agrees, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” Yoongi laughs at his serious tone, “When it comes to us, it’s, ugh…” His eyes start to deflect, “She’s unpredictable, I’m unpredictable, we’re both…”

“Impulsive?” Jin offers, making Yoongi nod.

“Yeah, impulsive,” He repeats, then sighs, “So it makes sense. She tells me at the absolute last second to cum inside of her as I’m about to pull out, and… that was it.”

“Daaamn, Yoongi,” Jin slowly rocks his head side to side, “I’ve never had a woman tell me to do that,” Yoongi pops his brows once, laughing again, “What are the chances that’d be it though, who would’ve thought that?”

“Oh,” Yoongi huffs, eyeing Jin carefully, “It wasn’t only one time.” Stepping back, eyes going wide, Jin cocks his chin.

“You made a baby voluntarily!” He shouts. It seemed almost accusational. Yoongi lunges forward to grab Jin by the chest and pull him back, speaking to him quietly nearly nose to nose.

“As much as I, think, I love this… This was not voluntary,” His tone is flat, “She’s obviously not ready to do this, and I hate that she’s going to feel obligated to carry this through.” Jin’s total shock had subsided, now all that was left was subtle worry for his friends.

“Why would she feel obligated? She knows she has a choice right?” Jin asks. Yoongi then goes on to tell him what he had said to you, how it could possibly be your only chance, which he only said out of his own anxiety for getting older. He’s known you were the one a long time ago, otherwise he never would’ve roped you into the rollercoaster that is his life.

He wanted to be married to you before this happened. He wanted to give you his last name before he gave you his children. Maybe what you said wasn’t too far off, he was bad at planning things. The marriage idea had been living in his mind since the start of this year, but the world had other plans that put him on hold. When things started to look up he thought he could try again, putting together something special for you with Jungkook in hopes that you’d say yes when he got down on one knee, but then he got news of his procedure.

Nothing would go to plan even if he tried his absolute hardest to have it go right, and though you were content right where you were in this relationship, Yoongi felt like he couldn’t grasp control. The only thing to reassure him, the only thing to remind him that he was nothing but incredible, was you. And here you are, mustering up courage to carry your shared DNA Yoongi wasn’t even positive you were ready to handle, just because he wanted it.

“Neither of you have… talked about it,” Jin narrows his eyes, “When did you find this out?”

“Probably two hours ago,” Yoongi bobs his head, then chuckles.

“Jesus,” Jin groans, rolling his head backward, “Yoongi, you both need to sit down and have a conversation about it. Voice all of your doubts, voice all of your opinions, and hear hers out,” He advises. Yoongi takes in his words with care, nodding quickly as Jin dished out the wisdom he desperately needed.

Back in dressing room six, you were curled up on the end of the comfiest couch you’ve ever laid on. Maybe it was because you weren’t feeling well, but the way the cushions were hugging you perfectly made you want to ask Yoongi if you could get this furniture for your living room. It was like resting on piles of cotton made from angel’s hair, or better yet, the curve that Jimin’s tiny frame had been blessed with on his backside.

A gentle knock at the door made you pop open your eyes. Yoongi shut the lights off before he kissed you on the cheek and left you in the position you were still in. You’d only been resting for what felt like five minutes, he had an entire red carpet to do, how was he allowed back in here already.

“Go, D, please,” You force a hefty tone in your voice, and the laugh that follows it was not Yoongi’s. The only light that came in was that of the hallway, and whoever entered the room was quick to shut it so as to not disturb you.

“Guess he didn’t want to come today?” It was Jungkook. Lifting your head off of the dark green pillow, he clicks his tongue and insists you lay back down as he sits beside you.

“It’s not that he didn’t want to be here,” You begin, following orders, letting your eyes close, “He won’t leave me alone.” Jungkook laughs, keeping himself at a tolerable volume for your sake.

“He seems worried about you,” The younger boy smiles at you even though you couldn’t see him, “Jin just pulled him away to calm him down, I think.”

“Good,” You sigh, “Take him away, I’m fine. He needs to be with you guys, that’s why he’s here.” Jungkook takes his bottom lip between his teeth and nods. All six of them were ecstatic when they found out that Yoongi would be here with them tonight. It’d been too long, and with the way life had been this entire year… they needed this moment.

“Why didn’t you stay home?” He asks tentatively.

“Don’t want me here, Kookie?” You tease, tapping him in the chest with your bare foot. The shoes had come off before you were even in this room. Jungkook grasps his heart and laughs with you, then quiets after you groan, proving his point.

“He wanted me here… If I didn’t come, he wasn’t going to come… And if I’m being totally honest, I feel way too scared to be sitting home alone right now,” Your voice fell to a whisper. Concerned, Jungkook shifts in his seat to face you completely.

“What’s happening at home?” He asks, instantly switching into defense mode like any of them did when you told them something was wrong.

Like Yoongi, you weren’t sure if you should be sharing this news with anyone yet, let alone tell the men who were performing in front of an audience in, like, an hour.

Typically you’d call Sunny. She would know what to do, or know what to say to get you through whatever you were feeling, but she’d been away for a couple months. At this point you couldn’t separate simple reality from the anxiety looming inside of you. It was obvious Yoongi wanted to have this baby, he didn’t show an ounce of regret back at home- although, he could be hiding it purposely, you didn’t share too much worry or deny wanting this, so what if he thinks you want this. You weren’t even totally sure, but a piece of you already felt attached. There was a little… something inside you that you made with the man you love entirely too much.

“I’m pregnant, Kook,” You whisper, gazing over at him now that your eyes have adjusted. Jungkooks went wide, but not with complete shock, they were almost bright. The corners of his lips prick up a bit, and comfort washes over you, warming your chilled skin. You were blushing.

“Holy shit?” He half questions, breaking into a full smile, “That’s why you don’t feel good, right?” You nod, “I’m sor- I don’t mean to smi- You’re sick, and I’m smiling, I don’t even know how you feel about this. I just- It’s kinda- You- Wow.” Your jaw had dropped amongst his stutters humorously, the two of you breaking out into laughter after he had finally stopped himself.

“Ahh, shit,” You groan, resting a hand on your clammy forehead to calm down. Jungkook places a hand on one of your ankles and gives it a little squeeze before leaving it. He was waiting for an answer to his comment, about how he doesn’t know how you feel about this. All emotion had been wiped from his babyface and starry eyes. Now he watched you with anticipation, eager to know more. The youngest had always been endearing, charming you was incredibly easy, always. Most days it wasn’t even his goal, it just happened.

“Kookie,” You were back at the whisper, and Jungkook’s posture adjusted, “Am I really gonna do this?” His eyes widened again, silently praying to himself that he didn’t need to give you an answer, and then you spoke again to his relief, “Have a baby? Raise a child when my life is, basically, on the road?” The blonde haired boy listens patiently, “Forget… the living on the road part, how am I, personally, supposed to have a child? I’d be an entire mother, responsible for another life. I can barely keep Yoongi on track, let alone myself, let alone a third life to worry about, and fuck, we know how my parents were growing up. I didn’t exactly have the best role models to look up to-”

“No,” Jungkook says, not letting you finish your breath before he decides to speak up, “I think you’re very, very wrong,” His brows were resting just above his eyes, nestled in with frustration, “First of all, screw your parents,” The one thing all of you could collectively agree on, you pointed a finger at him playfully, “Second of all… I’m not trying to talk you into it, but I think you’d be an amazing mother. I see you when we’re at these events, you’re just as observant as I am. You’re mindful, you’re respected and you’re respectful. That’s huge.”

Sighing, you try to smile, “Thanks, Kook.”

“I’m not done,” He deadpans, then smiles goofily, “The way you treat Yoongi, the way you love him, is something the rest of us dream about finding. You both have something so real, and so genuine. Even the way you look after us, the group. Some things you do we could never repay you for. So, what? Life can get crazy? You aren’t always on your game everyday? That’s everyone. I’ve known you for seven years, and for seven years you’ve been the most thoughtful, most selfless, most loyal person I’ve known in my entire life- and I’m friends with Jimin!” Giggling, you suck in a shaky breath, not realizing you had started to cry as he spoke this ocean of words to you.

“Screw your parents. Screw the world that will tell you that you can’t do it, and screw the anxiety you’re feeling,” Jungkook reaches over for one of your hands to hold, “You are a good person, and I know for damn sure, you’ll be a good fucking mother. If… you choose to be one.”

“Thank you,” Your voice cracks as you squeeze his fingers tight. Jungkook nods, smiling.

“Oh, and I know nothing,” He smizes, “Until you say something, both of you that is. I’m assuming this is still really fresh.”

“Yeah, you could say that,” You chuckle, wiping away your tears with the back of your free hand. Jungkook was about to say more, but the dressing room door creaking open slowly had shut him up.

“Hey,” Yoongi said softly, giving Jungkook a confused look after his eyes trailed from your hands to his face, “Just checking in, we’re heading out in five.” The youngest nodded, then said his goodbyes to you. As he stood up to leave, the way he looked at Yoongi had changed. His typically playful, mischievous eyes had been exchanged for something sweeter, more loving than anything else. Yoongi’s narrow, watching him with suspicion for a second.

“See you out there,” Jungkook whispers, then touches his brother's shoulder gently. You both watch him leave, then Yoongi sits down next to you, closer than Jungkook had been. Holding onto one of your hands, he brushes his thumb along the back, then you both speak at the same time.

“You told Jin?”

“You told him?”

And you both break out into laughter, Yoongi leaning over to fall onto your legs where you laid.

“Yeah,” You both say and laugh again.

“Oh god, D,” You take a deep breath, calming yourself down for the sake of your head. Sitting up, he reaches to your cheek and tucks your hair behind your ear for you.

“I know,” He whispers, lowering his eyebrows, “I know.” Looking over to him with wide eyes, the sight of him is comforting. The way he’s looking at you warms your heart.

“We have to talk about this,” You whisper. He hesitates for a moment, taking you in before he nods.

“Yeah, yeah, of course,” He says with vigor, pushing away his own doubts, “We’ll talk, I promise, for as long as you need, baby.”

The dressing room door opens, Namjoon popping his head inside. Yoongi looks over to him and bobs his head, knowing he has to go do what he doesn’t want to right now. Right now he’d much rather stay on this couch with you.

“Go,” You say, smiling at him, “I’ll come watch the show, promise.” He smiles back at you, happy to see yours.

“I love you,” He whispers, kissing your hand three times before he leaves you in the peace and quiet of the dressing room. Shifting in your spot, you nestle back into the pillows and groan in satisfaction. If you were going to be like this for nine months, you wanted this damn couch.

thank you for reading, I hope you’ve enjoyed this piece!

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firenati0n · 4 months

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year in review: favorite lines! :) <3

hello hello! I was tagged by the lovely @anincompletelist in this adorable tag game where we share our top favorite segments from our published fics and/or wips! :)

I only have one published fic LOL so here are some of my favorite pieces from that and three out of four wips right now (four is buck wild to me considering i had zero like ten days ajflakjfds).

i saved some of my real faves for y'all to read in worm fic (i didn't want to spoil my favorite paragraph at the end LOL). I have linked the fic as well as the tags with wip snips :)

from our world, mine and his alone (the midnight train to go)

Deep breath in. “By the way. Digging the cardigan, Henry. Very…” He rifled through his extensive vocab for literally any appropriate adjective. Refined? Boring. Professional? Practical, but also boring. “Very…?” Henry raised an eyebrow, long fingers wrapped around a cup of tea. Earl Grey, Henry had said a while ago, but Alex couldn't be sure. He had been terribly distracted by said fingers, wondering where else those fingers could— What Alex’s distracted, useless worms in his left temporal lobe decided to supply him with as a response was: “Slutty-English-Literature-professor core.” Alex was going to jump off the train. He was going to change his name. He was going to get a lobotomy, as a treat. “Excuse me?!” Henry sputtered into his tea, turning red alarmingly quickly. His sexy-librarian cardigan was collateral damage, tea splattered down the front.

from the full spectrum of human emotion (WIP, The Proposal (2009 movie) AU, eta 2024):

And selfishly, he’s pretty fucking scared for his career trajectory if it doesn’t work out. He can’t start over, he can’t. His resume can’t take it, and neither can his ego. He can already hear Oscar clicking his tongue and shaking his head, practically taste the disappointment in Ellen’s pitied gaze and outstretched hand. He absolutely cannot give them the silver bullet that goes clean through his erratic heart and wrenches him back home. He loves Austin, breathes it, and yet…and yet. He just can’t return, not when he’s so close. He still has so much to prove, so much to hold up to the sky and say I’m here, I can take it, I did it, I’m good enough. It almost swallows him whole—his overwhelming love for his family, his nostalgia for the Texas sun. But it’s just not enough to—

from queerano de bergerac (WIP, Cyrano / The Half of It (2020 movie) AU, eta 2024):

“Amber, everyone thinks you’re pretty, it is an objective fact. Irrefutable, even.” “Aw, Henry! That’s so nice of you to say, thank you.” She flashes him a genuine smile. She’s sweet, Henry is loath to admit. “You’re welcome. But. This letter…we need to workshop it a bit. Make it more personal? More about who Alex is as a person, and not who we see him as. What’s below the surface? What are his hidden depths that you are willing to explore? How do you show you’re in love, not just tell?” Amber raises an eyebrow. “Okay. How do I do that?” She sniffs. “I thought I was being so obvious when I asked if he had lunch plans.” “...You asked him if he had lunch plans during our…one lunch period at school?” “Okay, fine! I’m not the best with fancy words like you, Mr. Future English Literature Major.”

from untitled continuation of worm fic (WIP, eta 2024):

If Alex could land Henry's phone number (a bit forcefully, if he remembered Henry's tone correctly) using sheer fucking charisma, he could nail a date with the guy. Easy peasy. Except. Except for the fact that Alex's brain seemed to rapidly degrade in every conceivable way when faced with Henry's fairytale hair and anime-worthy blue eyes. Henry's presence was lethal for every ounce of Alex's grey matter. With every blink of his doe eyes, Henry obliterated another one of Alex's (already fucking limited!) brain worms. They would writhe in agony, unable to shake the vicelike grip of Henry's charisma, doomed to a slow and sensual death. Alex was so fucked, and not in the fun, safe, and lubed way.

no pressure tagging @ninzied @inexplicablymine @anincompletelist @myheartalivewrites @suseagull04 @priincebutt @sparklepocalypse @kiwiana-writes @onward--upward @nocoastposts @user-anakin @wordsofhoneydew @littlemisskittentoes @happiness-of-the-pursuit @matherines @lizzie-bennetdarcy @celeritas2997 @sherryvalli @gayrootvegetable @ssmtskw @affectionatelyrs @tinyarmedtrex @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @14carrotghoul @orchidscript @rmd-writes @dustratcentral @eusuntgratie @magicandarchery @leaves-of-laurelin @songliili @cricketnationrise @msmarvelouswinchester @leojfitz @dragonflylady77 @cha-melodius and open tag for anyone else wishing to share! have fun :)

xoxo roops

#tag game #fave #roop writes #rwrb #rwrb fic #fic: tfsohe #fic: worm fic #fic: queerano

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grey-gazania · 4 months

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End of Year Fic Recs

Tagged by @sallysavestheday and @polutrope

I tag everyone tagged here and anyone else who hasn't done this yet!

Recommend up to 5 series or multi-chapter fics from 2023 that everyone should read (multi-year WIPs count, if the last update was in 2023).

Recommend up to 5 single chapter fics/one-shots (long or short) from 2023 that everyone should read.

Recommend up to 5 fics NOT from 2023 that everyone should read (oldies but goodies).

Recommend up to 5 of your own fics (completed or WIP) from 2023 that everyone should read.

This was difficult!

Multi-Chapter/Series

We Will Make This Place Our Home by @leucisticpuffin, which is my new comfort fic and has A+ kidnap fam characterization.

Gloom, Doom and Maedhros by @hhimring, which I've been dipping in and out of since approximately 2011 and which never ceases to impress me.

Elegy for Numenor by @elfscribe. Not the kind of story I generally get into, but Scribe's OCs are vividly drawn and have captured my heart.

Maglor is an Eldritch Horror by @thescrapwitch. Who doesn't love a touch of horror in their fanfiction? Part 11 (Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark) is a particular favorite.

The Importance of Peer Review by @sallysavestheday, a series of Finrod-centric comic stories that never fails to make me howl with laughter.

One-shots

Tender Morsels by @sallysavestheday, which depicts a delicious and unsettling yet tender moment between my OTP among OTPs, Fingon/Maedhros.

As the Hare Flees Before the Wolf by @emyn-arnens. The author's note says "Rest in pieces, Eöl," and that is a sentiment I will always endorse. This also includes some wonderfully perilous Celegorm characterization.

Ilimbë by @thelordofgifs. This is everything I ever wanted out of a Fëanor/Nerdanel courtship story, and the characterization is utter perfection.

A Damnable Spot by @imakemywings. Kidnap fam with an extra helping of creepy! I think Elwing deserves to haunt Maglor a little bit. As a treat.

And a bonus two-for-one, because they're by two different authors but they go together: Desperation and Defeat by @elentarial and Maiar Hate This Simple Trick by @zealouswerewolfcollector. I'm a big fan of both humor and Celebrimbor/Narvi, so these both absolutely delighted me.

Oldies

Home from the War by @hhimring. Himring wrote this as a gift for me back in 2020, and it remains my favorite Círdan character study of all time.

Ain Melir Den Urui by Thranduil Oropherion Redux/Randy_O (whom I don't believe is on Tumblr). This Last Alliance themed send-up of Some Like It Hot dates back to 2011, and it's one of my go-to fics for when I'm feeling blue and need a good belly laugh.

Touch of a Vanished Hand by @elfscribe, from 2010. I love Scribe's character study of a younger, more hot-headed Elrond meeting his brother's descendants in the aftermath of the sinking of Numenor.

Winter's Drums by @lucifers-cuvette, from 2014. I absolutely adore Pandë's take on Sauron and Celebrimbor's relationship, and this deeply unsettling but evocative ficlet is one I've returned to many times.

Trinity, also by @lucifers-cuvette, which is from 2007, pre-dating my entry into the Silmarillion fandom. It was the first of Pandë's stories that I read and was my introduction to her amazing Pandë-verse.

Mine

Ill News, a Second Age kidnap fam aftermath fic that I initially posted as a one-shot in 2022. But an enthusiastic commenter inspired me to expand on it, so I added a second chapter in 2023. There's at least one more chapter to come, assuming I ever overcome my current case of writer's block.

Loyalty: A Tale in Three Voices, which is the WIPmost likely to kill me one day. I have a deep and abiding affection for the House of Ulfang, and this is the result of that.

And They Looked Up and Saw a Star, my ongoing early-days kidnap fam WIP. I'm enjoying exploring the relationships between both sets of brothers.

Maps, my Thangordim rescue Fingon/Maedhros WIP with a heavy serving of Caranthir. I'll readily admit that this fic has been an exercise in pantsing all the way and that I have no idea where I'm going with it, but the journey has been fun!

I made several updates to Woman King this year, which is my fem!Gil-galad WIP (sometimes affectionately referred to as the Girl-galad WIP, because I love stupid puns). This is by far my least popular series but it is also my favorite to write, because like all writers I have tropes that I love, and Rule 63 is one of them. Tolkien's works are an undeniable sausage fest and we need more ladies.

#dash games #fic recs

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hdowlpost · 4 months

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Week 2 Owl Gift Deliveries of the @hdowlpost Fest

And we are done with the second week of hd_owlpost Fest. Please enjoy and leave your gifters some comments and love! Any mistakes or broken links you may discover – please let us know in comments or email us. Comments are NOT screened. Please do not reveal your identity as a creator. :)

OWL GIFTS for @porcelainheart FIC (4025 words; E) + COMMENT/REVIEW + PODFIC (39:11; M)

OWL GIFTS for @Winnow FIC (PG | 1100 words) + FIC (PG-13 | 2020 words) + FIC (G | 3570 words)

OWL GIFTS for @Kat | KatIsSleeping ART & PAINTED BOOKMARK (G) + DIGITAL ART (G) + FIC (5087 words; M)

OWL GIFTS for @phantasmagoria DRARRY CRAFT (G) + FIC (10k words; T) + FIC (14k words; E)

OWL GIFTS for Rin | @anaxandria-writes FIC (PG | 1900 words) + FIC (NC-17 | 2500) + CRAFTS on the go (G)

OWL GIFTS for @uncannycerulean ART (G)+ FIC (2300 words; M) + FIC (800 words; M) + FIC (6426 words; E)

OWL GIFTS for @Starquesting COMIC (G) + FIC (4200 words | NC-17) + FIC (11334 words | NC-17)

#drarry #harry x draco #hdowlpost2023 #weekly round up

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olderthannetfic · 4 months

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About people normally not catching drama from book publishing: about 4 years ago in my state (not US) there was this drama between two published authors. It was dumb as cowshit, as entertaining burning car, and as explosive as a fucked duck.

They got signed by the same publisher, and for some reason they decided they hate each other. They didn't even write the same shit, unless you consider cishet romance to be special, but the publisher also mainly publishes cishet romance, so you decide.

Apparently they started a hate campaign against each other using their fans. It went as far as fans attacking each other, review-bombs, sending dangerous things in the mail, it ended with doxxing, bomb/murder threats and small business bookstores cancelling order for these authors because the fans would steal the books, or ruin them in store. What I remember from the two authors is that they pretended not to know, but obviously would vague post encouraging and praising the fans for it.

No idea how it ended, but I haven't seen anything since 2020. I guess covid would have shut down a lot of that shit.

Anyway, literally no one fucking remembers, and I found out that unless you were part of those two fan groups, or are a nosy cat like me, it really wasn't something anyone heard about.

Amaaaaazing!

IDK what it is, but cishet romance circles do seem to produce a lot of "rivals" for no reason.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: other writers are not your rivals. Not in publishing, not in indie selfpub, not in fic. Your competition is Netflix or a nap.

Also, dumplings...

I need lunch...

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