favorite fic moments

Mixed Metaphor

So apparently, I am doing this HLWeek thing.  Below is a short written for Day 2 - Favorite Scene/Moment. I could sooner choose my favorite moment of Han and Leia as I could choose a favorite star in the sky, but what came to mind is the look Han’s face (or the series of looks) when he goes to say goodbye to his Princess at the beginning of the Empire Strikes Back.  He is so vulnerable, both hopeful and hurt before he throws up his shields again.  

I actually wrote about this exact moment here: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/11956289/4/Never-Will-I-Ever

But here’s an original based on the idea of that vulnerability he has around Leia.  Might possibly connect to the short I wrote yesterday.  Maybe.  ;)


He’d always had a good sabacc mask.  If there was one thing he could count on in this scrap heap mess of a galaxy, it was that he could keep his cards close.  No one saw anything he didn’t want them to.

Oh sure, sometimes he’d let it loose.  He was nothing if not demonstrative.  If a part crapped out or a system went slack on the Falcon, you’d hear about it.  If some knuckle-headed pilot or two-faced informant ran his mission afoul, they’d know he was pissed.  And if one of his friends was in trouble, he would use everything he had - charm, resolve and outright violence - to get them out of harm’s way.

But, those were the things he wanted you to know about.

There were other things, much more subtle, uncomfortably nuanced that Han held close to his heart.  

The way Chewie’s unflagging loyalty made him feel like a son, a brother, and a father all at once.

The way Luke’s boyish exuberance brought back a childhood that Han would rather forget and made him wish it had been spent with a passel of kids to pal around with and protect.

And pretty much anything having to do with Princess Leia Organa.  

What people didn’t realize was the shape his mask took.  It wasn’t cool indifference.  It was blustering pride.  It wasn’t heated, molten anger.  It was all those things.  That’s what made it so damn good.

Whenever he felt that pesky little organ activate, that thing both mysterious and unavoidable in the upper lefthand center of his chest, he would throw up the mask again.  His chameleon-skinned cover would take whatever shape it needed to.  

He could admit to himself more readily than to anyone else that it wasn’t always pleasant, for him or for those he came in contact with. He was an opportunist, he was a pragmatist, he was a survivor.  It was all he knew, and it had served him pretty well for the first 30 years of his life.

Didn’t seem to be working as of late though.

As a pilot and an accidental engineer, Han knew a lot about machines.  They were cool hunks of metal, plasticine, and glass twisted and shaped by fire and air, then run by the same combination.  Give it a source of power, enough oil and a space to do its thing and it’d purr for you like a moon cat.

He’d thought of himself that way for a while.  He ran on anger, oiled it in charm, and gave himself enough freedom to do his thing.  

The thing about machines was, they didn’t do well with water.  They could withstand a little bit, but a steady stream of it would corrode the inner workings, maybe cause a short, and a torrent would douse the whole damn thing, possibly taking it to a state of no return, no repair.

He thought about love that way.

A little bit was fine.  His inner workings were strong enough to withstand it, maybe they could even do with a little cleaning, get the gunk off, keep ‘em nice and shiny.  But a steady patter, a sprung leak, now that could be a problem.  He’d worked over the last couple years to keep the water at bay, to live in that comfy place between just enough and not too much.

But, lately, it seemed the leaks were springing up all over the place.

The sound she made when she was absorbed in a task, a little growl in the back of her throat both frustrated and pleased with her progress.  

That damn hair.  No matter what she did with it, it was always so silky-looking, such a rich dark color, the color of chocolate and whiskey and all good things.  But, she never wore it down, so he would have to imagine how he’d untwist those braids, where the do ended and she began.

The time he’d made her laugh.  Really laugh.  A few months into this dangerous game.  He hadn’t really meant to.  To be honest, he’d been furious, attempting to plug an actual leak in the main hold of the Falcon.  He and the Princess had been fighting over which way to turn a wrench (like she would know with her lily-white politican’s hands) and they’d pulled the whole damn enclosure off.

The water had come out in torrents practically drowning them and he’d sputtered and hissed like  that selfsame moon cat forced into a bath tub and she had laughed, so loud and long that his anger had been doused and all he’d been left with was a bubble of joy so intense that there’d been nothing for it but to burst.  He’d laughed with her, drowning in her half moon eyes and bright white teeth and that sound, so full and rich and full of life.

It had taken a week to dry out the Falcon, during which time he’d been grounded and springing more leaks than he could cope with.

His head hurt as he thought through this bizarre metaphor.  Since when had he become a damn poet?  

He glanced around the Falcon quiet and sleeping, settled into the hangar for the night with all the other good little ships.  He frowned into the silence, wondering why it felt off.  Everything was in its place, the ship was in better shape than she’d been in a while, fitted with a new converter that Leia had secured for them after a particularly impressive weapons run.

And there it was.


He…missed her.  

She wasn’t far.  Tucked into her quarters off in the bowels of the base.  Safe as she could be in a rebel encampment just out of reach of the Galactic Empire that wanted her dead.

But, somehow, through some bizarre series of circumstances, he felt deep down in his bones, past the masks and the machine parts and all the wet, wet, wet, that he needed her here.

Shaking his head, he sprang from his seat and looked for something to do.  This wasn’t him, this wasn’t smart.  He was getting attached, he was becoming a sodden fool, and if he kept going like this there’d be no coming back, no drying out.

He should really leave.  Should’ve left after that first mission, that first reward.  

But the truth was, he was thirsty.  And the scarier truth was, he might not be a machine after all.

That would mess up the whole metaphor.

So, he found something to do, a thing that didn’t really need doing, in the cockpit of his ship.  It as a tangle of wires that functioned well-enough but looked like hell whenever he opened the navigation panel.  

He got to work, but as kept happening lately, his fingers felt larger and clumsier than they usually did.  His focus would wander, to the graceful curve of her neck or the frosty determination of her stubbornness.  He even found that sexy.  Most women were so easily coaxed from one mood to another, but Leia would stick to her guns as long as she damn well pleased.

There was only one sentient he knew that had the same level of bullheadedness…

“Han,” he looked up to find the object of his musings wringing her hands at the entrance to his cockpit and the damn mask fell right off.

She was pale and a little mussed, a couple wisps coming out of her clumsily coifed hair.  Her big brown eyes were wide and her mouth was reddened, as if she’d been chewing on her lip (like she did when she was nervous).  And most importantly, she was here, looking at him, talking to him.

The bubble of joy burst into a bright smile across his face.


anonymous asked:

Have you seen all of the posts about fine stud Lexa? Got any fics about that?

Fine Stud Lexa with a side of Babygirl Clarke and Daddy Lexa.

taking control of this kind of moment by Faustkomskaikru
| 1/1 | 2,549 | mature |

Yes, Clarke thinks when she falls asleep, she’s used to these kind of events. There’s a reason she loves going this much.


Fine Stud Lexa gets jealous at one Charity Gala, and Clarke might have done it on purpose.

demand by Skipz12
| 1/1 | 2,296 | mature |

“Take off your clothes Clarke.”

crazy in love by Elly_belly
| 1/1 | 5,819 | explicit |

This is not how Lexa thought her night would end.

Not that she’s complaining, because meeting a frustratingly gorgeous and intriguing blonde has been arguably the best thing that has happened to her in a very long time.

Well, at least until said blonde ended up in Lexa’s bed writhing underneath her. That is the best thing that had happened to her in a very, very long time.


a g!p fine stud lexa fic ft. daddy lexa and babygirl clarke

it’s only nature, i live for danger by Minnimodi
| 1/1 | 1,690 | explicit |

Clarke has been sending pictures to Lexa at work all day, and Lexa finally gets home to give Clarke what she so desperately needs.

lay me down tonight, I’m your favorite girl by Remyplurodaun
| 1/1 | 1,473 | explicit |

Lexa and Clarke have some time together after Lexa’s long day at work.

(AKA, another fic where Daddy!Lexa doms Clarke. G!P Lexa as well)

Welcome to the Trigeda Industries, Ms Griffin by commandmetobewell
| 1/1 | 9,084 | explicit |

With the help of a close friend, Clarke manages to land an internship at Trigeda Industries, a multibillion dollar technology corporation, in an effort to pay off her student loans and get a reference for her résumé. What starts out as a seemingly boring job soon takes a sharp turn when she manages to get herself trapped in an elevator with an alluring and confident brunette that is single-handedly the most gorgeous woman she’s ever seen.

So… just who exactly is this mysterious Green Eyes?


Clarke unknowingly bangs her boss in an elevator.


In honor of my family visiting Mount Rushmore a year ago today, I decided to dig up this little diddy from Missing Moments, which was inspired by both seeing these four Presidents carved in rock and walking the area for hours. 


Ben lies quietly on the messy bed, smoothing a hand through his unruly hair. Leslie clumsily crawls over him, and he takes his chance to playfully slap her bare ass before she enters the bathroom. His heart panging in anticipation, his nerves scream at him to find a new hobby other than to wait. Wait to see the reaction, to know whether or not his idea was decent at all in the first place.

Because Leslie’s so great at gifts and holidays and surprises, and Ben never feels like anything he’s given her has been enough. Realistically, nothing could ever come close to her just being here with him, enjoying their life together and experiencing the marvels of being in a relationship with each other.

“Ben!” Leslie shouts excitedly. She flies back into the bedroom, naked with beautiful breasts bouncing. He chuckles when she jumps on the mattress, immediately wrapping her arms around his waist. “Is this for real? Like for realskies?”

In her hands, she holds two first class plane tickets to the Rapid City Regional Airport, where Ben has already secured a cost effective rental car. He grins and nods, and she hugs him like there’s no tomorrow, pecking his neck and cheeks and lips. “Do you like it?” he whispers, rubbing her back and holding her close.

“Do I like it?” she questions incredulously. “I love it! I already have so many things planned to do!”

He laughs when she throws on his grey button up from the floor and begins rummaging through her closet. She thumbs through the scrapbook organizer he bought her last month as an early birthday present and plucks out the Mount Rushmore binder, which is number three of forty-two in her “Red, White, and Blue” series. Ben had thumbed through it multiple times before purchasing the tickets, giddy at the chance of taking her on a trip dedicated to her love of history and the presidents and America.

And, even though he’s read it countless times, Leslie gives him a brief page-by-page synopsis of the events she wants to attend and the sights she wants to see, which quickly turns into a three hour summary.

But Ben wouldn’t have it any other way.


The next day, Leslie spends her time telling Ann and anyone at City Hall who will listen about how amazing of a boyfriend he is. He only knows this because he stops by to take her to lunch, and Donna tells him to shut his crazy woman up, or else she’ll do it for him.

He smiles as Leslie uses his laptop to look at weather reports for the trip while they cozy up in a booth at JJs. She’s nearly too thrilled to enjoy her waffles, but Ben makes sure she takes at least a few bites before dropping her off and heading back to her place to pack.

It’s a bit of a risk leaving for a long weekend while Leslie’s running a campaign for City Council, but this is important. She’s been stressed and spinning her wheels and even getting to the point where she’s pleading for him to stay in bed with her just a bit longer before she faces the day. And, trust him, that’s about as unusual as it comes because Leslie is always raring to go in the morning no matter the occasion, while Ben prefers to relax and cuddle his amazing, sexy girlfriend.

By the time she arrives home, Ben’s packed and ready, minus the laundry he needs to fold for them both that’s currently tumbling in the dryer. He squares away each and every tiny, minuscule detail that no one, besides him, would ever think about just in case something goes wrong, for both their journey and the campaign.

“I am so ready for tomorrow!” Leslie exclaims, settling down next to him on the couch. Ben ordered a medium pizza for them to split almost half an hour ago to ensure it was here around the time Leslie got home. He also kind of wanted to avoid dirtying dishes before their departure since their flight leaves at seven AM.

She lays her head on his shoulder, grabbing his right hand and holding it gently. While waiting for their food, Leslie tells him about the history of the plot of land Mount Rushmore sits on, chatting nonstop while Ben nips at her neck. She’s beautiful and happy, and he’s never felt more complete in his entire life.

The doorbell rings, and he hops up, quick to return with the box, a bottle of wine, and two glasses.

“To the presidents,” Leslie announces, clanking their glasses together with a chuckle.

“To you, baby,” he says, pulling her in for a kiss.


He doesn’t sleep that night, but it’s not like he expected to.

Leslie is wound up in a massive sugar rush, even though it’s barely five in the morning. They watch the news while getting ready, dressing in comfy clothes for the flight. She downs three cups of coffee before they leave the house, and he makes sure to bundle both of them up since it’s snowing lightly, calmly outside.

By the time they arrive at the airport, Ben’s bladder is about to burst, and Leslie’s still eagerly reciting facts. He can’t help but laugh and smile every time she tells whoever is nearby that her wonderful boyfriend is taking her on the vacation of a lifetime. To South Dakota. To see Mount Rushmore. Because, what doesn’t seem like a big deal to anyone else, it’s always the biggest of deals to Leslie Knope.

They board the plane without any unexpected hurdles, and Leslie snuggles into him from her drafty spot in the middle seat. He bought all three seats so she could have enough room to stretch and do crafts and whatever she wanted. A flight attendant brings them a blanket, and they cuddle beneath it, and he tangles their fingers together while Leslie places soft pecks on his neck and cheek.


It’s snowing harshly when they arrive at their hotel six hours behind schedule. They had to reroute to Minneapolis, which made Ben feel ten kinds of odd because his mom, dad, and sister were all within close distance, but his only desire was to be with Leslie.

He collapses face first on to the comfy bed; his girlfriend follows suit. He planned on taking her to see Crazy Horse today, but those plans were quickly shot down because it’s 5:49 PM in the middle of February, and the weather won’t permit for a drive right now.

“I’m sorry, Les,” he says quietly.

“For what?” she asks. “You can’t control the snow. And, besides, we’re in this amazing hotel room, and there’s a hot tub. And tomorrow we’re going to Mount Rushmore!”

She nibbles at him gently, and Ben tugs her to where she’s beneath him.


Leslie kisses him awake from his jet laggy, groggy sleep at 8:30 PM, and he tries not to frown at the obvious lack of energy on his part. Because flying is known to drag him down, and not sleeping the night before isn’t helping. She climbs into bed with him, giving him the room service menu because it’s their chance to indulge.

He orders lobster tails, wine, and a chocolate soufflé, and they watch the snow fall peacefully from the room. They’re in pajamas while they dine on their relatively fancy meal, and Ben’s got a blanket that smells like Leslie and her home and Pawnee wrapped around his shoulders after Leslie immediately stole his dark grey hoodie.

She digs into the delicate dessert, chewing thoughtfully. “What do you think the presidents feel up there?”

He stops sipping his wine. “Um, what do you mean?”

“Like when it snows, do you think they feel cold?”

“Well, they’re rock, so I’m gonna guess no.”

She rolls her eyes, but her expression softens moments later. She reaches across the table and grabs his hand, rubbing over it with her thumb. “Thank you for this, Ben. Seriously, it’s amazing.”

He grins. “You’re welcome. I’m really sorry so much of it is ruined already.”

“It’s nowhere near ruined, Mr. Wyatt.”

And she gets up, climbs in his lap, and starts doing unimaginable things with her tongue, and Ben can’t help but tremble in her presence.


Leslie makes him wear a patriotic flannel the next day.

He sneaks in his Li'l Sebastian t-shirt under that and over his thermals, just to make her happy. And, seriously, that stupid mini horse has caused him enough grief, but he can’t miss a chance to see Leslie smile.

Luckily for him, she’s been grinning brightly all morning. She woke up at three thirty after a power nap where she curled up beside him, head on his chest, and slept soundly for two whole hours. They watched documentaries until the sun rose, buried in blankets and drinking coffee. Ben makes his a double because he knows he going to need it, and, unlike his Energizer Bunny of an adorable girlfriend, he actually needs proper rest.

“I’m literally shaking with excitement!” she squeaks, holding his hand as they shuffle out to the rental car in a few inches of freshly fallen snow.

“You sure it’s not from the cold?” he teases, opening the door for her and getting her inside as quickly as possible. Once he sits down, he smooches her reddened cheek and puts the vehicle in reverse.


There are very few people at Mount Rushmore when they arrive.

Of course, it takes two and a half hours as opposed to thirty minutes to get there; Leslie really really really had to pee, and then they found a cute little gift shop where they purchased presents for everyone they know. She even bought new scrapbooking supplies, to which Ben chuckled at as he helped her decide on stencils and decorative papers.

Now, they’re here, and Leslie’s digging her fingers into his arm while jumping up and down gleefully, a massive pep in her step. Ben shrugs off his coat because she’s seriously shivering and places it around her shoulders. Snow falls around them at a soft, steady pace, and they walk into the main area, gloved fingers entwined. She stands on her tip toes occasionally as they walk to kiss his cheek.

Ben’s quivering and slowly losing feeling in his face and toes and everywhere else, but Leslie’s enthusiasm warms him like nothing else ever could. Because this fiery, passionate, goofball of a sexy woman is the only person he could ever possibly imagine spending the rest of his life with.

They reach the overlook ledge and stare quietly in awe, taking it all in. They’re pressed snuggly against each other, Ben’s arms snaked around her waist while he cuddles his face into her hair. The four presidents embedded into the monument, embedded into America’s history forever, loom proudly over the area, and it’s almost an odd, overwhelming sensation to be here right now with her. With Leslie. With the woman he so badly wants to call his forever.

“It’s amazing,” she whispers.

But all Ben can focus on is her.

“It really is.”


They walk the President’s Trail. It’s almost a mile hike around a section of Mount Rushmore that she gravitates to. Leslie stops and takes a thousand pictures and kisses him thoughtfully. And it’s still snowing, and Ben’s beyond freezing, but he feels like he’s glaring straight into the sun whenever he glances at her. Because she’s perfect and wonderful and so incredible.

“I can’t believe we’re actually here,” she says. They’re staring almost right up George Washington’s nose, and she’s reading from the pamphlet that was given to her when they entered. There are tiny snowflakes nestled in her exposed blond curls outside of the red, white, and blue bobble hat, and her cheeks are tinged red.

“M-Me either,” he stammers.

“Babe, do you want your coat back? I think I’ll be okay without it.”

He shakes his head, but he can’t really feel the motion. “No. Y-You ke-keep it.”


He eyes her. “Leslimin.”

But she withdraws and pats his butt. “Let’s keep going.”


He swears she buys out yet another gift shop. Like they should give up and move on because Leslie Knope’s been there and rummaged through their entire stock and purchased every tiny, possibly useless item. Because she’s in love with Mount Rushmore and has a million photos to prove it and cannot stop beaming to save her life.

Ben leans over the last lookout point, staring into the snowy distance while Leslie uses the restroom. He sniffles and shoves his hands in his pockets. He doesn’t exactly know how he got to this moment. Ben’s the type of guy who didn’t really expect to end up anywhere in his life, especially after Partridge. After ruining his family name in their hometown. After furiously disappointed his father and angering everyone he came into contact with following his career choice.

Then he met Leslie.

And nothing will ever be the same, and now he wants to be with her everyday for the rest of his life.

The winter wind slices through his clothes and eats at his skin, but soon she’s wrapped around him like a small, perfect little blanket.

“You have no idea how much this means to me.”

He turns around to face her. “You are so amazing.”

“No, Ben. Please stop. You… You’re so much more than you give yourself credit for.” She doesn’t stop when he blushes, and, this time, it’s not from the cold. “You take care of me and make me feel like I’m perfect. I’ve never met anyone as kind, gentle, and loving as you. You’re sexy, and I really really like you, and I wish you could see what a wonderful man you honestly are.”

He smiles and leans down to bury his face in her neck. His heart beats slowly, calmly, and his brain is, for once, at rest. He loves Leslie so so much. He loves her and wants to marry her and wants them to explore the world together. He never wants another day to go by where they aren’t Leslie and Ben.

“I love you,” he whispers.

And, yes, tears do swell in his eyes, but he hides them by nuzzling into her even more.

“I love you more.”


He insists on driving, even though he’s almost too frozen to do so. Leslie uses his coat as a blanket, and they watch Mount Rushmore vanish in the distance. She reaches for his hand and leans her head on his shoulder as they move snail speed through the snow.

And his breathing hitches just a bit because he wanted this trip to be absolutely perfect, but the stupid snow won’t stop falling. Of course, though, it’s what he should expect for planning this to take place right after Valentine’s Day.

“We should head back to the hotel,” Leslie says, her voice filled with worry. “This is getting bad.”

And she’s not lying. He’s having a hard time seeing past the heavy slush, and the car is just barely moving anymore.

He shakes his head. “No. We have a lot to do today.”

She rubs his arm. “Ben, this trip is amazing. It’s the most amazing thing anyone has ever done for me.”

He wants to glance at her, but he can’t move his eyes from the road. He clutches the steering wheel until his knuckles are ghost white. “I… This should’ve been perfect. I should’ve planned better.”

“Honey, this is so great. I have all these gifts for everyone, and I freaking saw Mount Rushmore with the love of my life today. I am so happy just to be here with you. Let’s go back to the hotel because this is crazy dangerous.”

“Are you sure?”

She nods. “Although, daredevil is a good look on you.”


He’s utterly spent when they arrive back in the room a whopping four hours later. He sniffles as he turns on a warm shower for the two of them, stripping down until he’s naked. The hot water envelops him, but it’s Leslie that makes him feel whole again. Because he’s so sleepy and cold, and he wants to take a fifty hour nap and cuddle with his love.

“You’re falling asleep standing up,” she says with a slight chuckle, rubbing his bare back. “Let’s get you to bed.”

His head fuzzy and a little dizzy, he changes into pajamas before Leslie covers them both up and shares her magnificent body heat with him.

“L'slie?” he asks, teetering right on the edge of pure exhaustion.

“Shh,” she says softly, kissing his chest. “Go to sleep.”

And he does.


The next day of their trip takes place in bed.

Because Ben royally screwed up with his planning and scheduled a mini vacation in the middle of a relentless, unforgiving snowstorm.

Which he apologizes for billions of times.

And then Leslie playfully smacks his arm and tells him to quit worrying so much.

They alternate between watching History Channel documentaries, sipping on hot chocolate, napping with each other, and decidedly not napping with each other. It’s a slow, lazy day in a different place with their normal activities, but Ben’s pretty sure he’s never been happier.

Of course, it’s virtually impossible to not be happy around Leslie.

“Whatcha thinking about?” she questions.

They’re naked beneath a quilt and the hotel comforter, and she’s in her favorite spot in the world: nestled in his arms.

“Just how perfect this is.”

So there is this random part from light fires at night by inthesea (i dunno if they have a tumblr) 

“Leaving us already, Josten-Minyards?” Micky asks, clearly cultivating his death wish.

“It’s Minyard-Jostens,” Neil corrects seriously, pushing past Micky and towards the elevator.

“What?!” Micky says, nearly dropping his glass. “Neil, what?!”

And I just have to say, I remember this part at totally random times of the day and can. not. stop. smiling. about it.

so yeah if youre into all for the game and andreil you should read this REALLY go read it its perfect

Read It Wednesday

Week 13 is here!! Fics from this week come from the last two weeks, so please be aware that this one is probably going to be LONG. Keep in mind that sometimes I don’t get notifications for everything I’m tagged in. If you really want me to read a fic you’ve posed, send it to me via IM and I will read it right away. Enjoy this weeks compilation!

*Little note: There are some smut fics that are left out of this. They will be included in next weeks RIW. I don’t read smut while I’m at work, and I won’t have time tonight to read them and get this up in time, so I’ve liked all smut fics I’ve been tagged in to read this weekend. I hope y’all understand!

Keep reading

Lookin’ good, Barnes.

inspired by the Infinite Coffee & Protection Detail series by Owlet

anonymous asked:

Do you read JJBA fanfic at all? If so, do you have any fav authors or fics you can rec me?


Fanfic is actually the thing I look for MOST in this fandom, tbqh.  I love art, but I really super SUPER SUPER love fanfic and authors.

I’m mildly dyslexic so it takes me a long time to read and write sometimes, so I’m pretty picky with finishing fics in general… and so I’ve not read a whole bunch!  And to be completely honest the ones I’ve read the most are JosuYasu ones and only a few other ships here and there, so if that’s not what you’re into then I can’t give too great of recommendations ahaha.

I think my absolute favorite fic at the moment is Orange Tree WHICH IS NOT COMPLETE AT THIS TIME SO BE WARNED YOU WILL GET ROADBLOCKED AND CRY ABOUT IT(but it’s very good and makes me want to animate some scenes its just THAT GOOD)

A special shout out goes to the also unfinished-at-this-time Dollars to Doughnuts, written by winplaceshow who has since become very special to me!~  (I sought out their friendship bc of how much I loved where D2D was going and now they’re very dear to me IRL!!)  It’s a bit more dark, more what I was like when I was their age, and it’s all very super relatable. Also I’ve read the WIP upcoming chapter which is so incredibly amazing that I think about it nearly every day- and also can’t listen to the Violent Femmes anymore without thinking of Okuyasu.

YET ANOTHER UNFINISHED ONE is Friday Night Gurus. Oh my dear sweet bebe lort in heffen, this fic. It’s so many things I’ve wanted in one go.  Usually I shy away from fic that doesn’t have Stands (it’s kinda what I love most about JoJo is the Stands?? so without them I find it hard to stay interested)- but this one DOESNT EVEN NEED EM.  It’s definitely a fic that I would recommend to anyone without caveats.

A fic that isn’t JosuYasu (shocking!) is Evening Bath.  This one hit me really hard and made me actually exhale with a “whhhhhhhhhhhooa”.  It’s heavy.  And so good.  You could actually FEEL their emotions.

Also from the same author, and one of the very first fics in the fandom I ever read and is one of the VERY FEW for a rarepair of mine: Seven Days Makes One Weak. All i can say about this one is: dang.

Also, falling into a different category is Star Catcher. This one I’m really invested in and if you’re into a really interesting and awesome spin on SDC with a twist on how Jolyne happened, give this one a go.  This one is also not finished at this time, either.

Now there’s a bunch of authors I love, too, some I can’t choose a single fic, or some I just really appreciate their work and their style but none of their fics are general enough that I can recommend them (some kinky shit in here, woooboy, you’ve been warned- some things are NOT FOR EVERYONE and I will not stand for kinkshaming here) but I can rec these authors for their storytelling skills: 

Kawauso, jotaro_polnareff, carriejack03, twlboajkawaii_as_heck,  and a personal favorite SmuttiestPrincess.  Also EVERY AUTHOR FROM THE FICS ABOVE OF COURSE.

There’s a few more I’d love to recommend but this is already really long, so if you have a question about a specific fic or author you’d like to know how I feel about, you can ask!

MacDennis Week Day 4: Favorite Another Angsty Moment

Fic request by @carkid-a

I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.”

Mac isn’t going to let it go. Not since Charlie had ‘accidentally’ let slip that the gang had been plotting to replace him with Country Mac. Goddamnit, they jumped at the first opportunity they had to get rid of him, and Mac isn’t going to pretend that doesn’t hurt. He’s never been one to hide his feelings and now he’s going to force every single one of them down Dennis’ throat until he gets some damn answers.

“Is it true? Dennis, is it true?” Mac asks desperately as Dennis smacks his hand away. He doesn’t let it deter him though. “Answer me!”

“Goddamnit Mac!” Dennis yells angrily. “Stop fucking poking me!”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention! Now stop avoiding me!”

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anonymous asked:

(1) Yoonmin dont have many moments and sometimes I doubt they're more than friends (tbh I still do, cause u never know) but the moments they do have are so big and suspicious. I rly want to believe they're in a relationship simply because they are so so adorable together and Yoongi rly looks like he likes jimin as more than a friend? Idk about jimin though. But I can't stop thinking ABT THAT DAMN MIRROR EXPOSE THING CAUSE WHAT THE HECK?! Also my purpose was to ask u to share some susp moments?

(2) also isn’t the face grabbing thing so cute? Yet… kinda heartbreaking cause Jimin never truly touches his face? He just turns to Yoongi and looks like he’s about to grab his cheeks and then… just doesn’t? Like he looks so awkward when he decides to just do smth else with his hands and Yoongi always looks so unbothered? Like he doesn’t even notice jimin being so shy about his near-mistake of touching his face on camera. These 2 slip ups are so… :( btw yes im that anon lmfao

Whats are your favorite yoonmin moments and fics?!

i KNOW, i mean they actually have a lot of moments but my thing with ym is that they have So many that are objectively so ?? i made a compilation of different kinds of moments here !! and there are some fics here

gayderade  asked:

Okay so Experimentation is my favorite Bechloe fic at the moment, and I just gotta let yOU knOW why. Besides the obvious mad writing skills youre sporting, you just really really know how to specifically write for the PP fandom??? Like, you write a perfect Beca Mitchell??? I dont think Ive read many fics that really capture her as well as you do. I honestly wouldnt be surprised if Canon hired you to write a few bits of the PP3 script.

Really, it’s mostly just….

No, wait. Wait, wait. You’ve made me nervous with your compliments.

This is just… So nice! Obviously, as many writers are, I’m a whore for hearing WHY people like my stuff (seriously, just ask my beta). And like… whenever someone tells me I’ve done a good job writing a character, that really makes my day? Every single time? Because, for me anyway, that’s one thing that really makes me nervous. Finding the character’s voice (or in this case, like 8 of them) and trying to write them realistically (which can be hard, case in point; Lilly. Or Fat Amy. Or Flo. Fuck, no, all of them. Every single one) because they can say some random-ass shit, and then that’s wall we get from them in the movies. So, while it’s fun to try and flesh them out, it’s also super daunting.

I appear to have gone off on a small tirade.

Sorry. I really just wanted to say thank you and i love you for taking the time to stop by my ask and say SUCH. NICE. THINGS.

But i can promise you no one has asked me to write anything for the PP3 script. Sorry. ;)

anonymous asked:

sorry for bothering you, it's just that you're one of the few naruto blogs i follow, but do you know of any sasunaru/narusasu fics that really delve into the dynamics of their relationship, even if platonically?

i LOVE giving fic recs please do not think you’re bothering me

a world of truth by luchia (nsfw)
The world is trapped in an illusion which removes anger, hate, and death. It’s paradise, giving everyone everything they’ve ever wanted and reviving anyone they’ve ever lost. Nearly two years into the illusion, Sasuke snaps back to his senses and must decide whether to keep the world in false bliss, or return it to war-torn reality.

very sasuke-centric; it does a really beautiful job highlighting his thoughts and feelings and his dedication to naruto; it’s basically an exercise in sasuke loving naruto more than anything in the world and i just? it’s probably one of my favorites. sometimes i don’t have the patience for longer fic, but this one is easily doable (10 chapters) and so, so, so well written. definitely recommend it. 

when the house falls down by sowell (nsfw, warning for character death–one of which is a fake death, the other of which is not.)
When the house falls down, all that’s left is to rebuild.

another sasuke-centric one (can you tell i find sasuke fascinating?). this one is a bit darker, though. okay, it’s a lot darker, but it also delves deeper into sasuke’s psyche and his side of the story (which is ultimately the part i find more interesting, seeing as we always get naruto’s perspective). it’s so heart-wrenchingly good, and i also recommend its sequel, called the relic, if you’re looking for something that will really get your feelings going.

the earth doesn’t move by mostlyharmless (nsfw)
Years after Sasuke has come home to the village, he still doesn’t really fit in very well. Naruto thinks maybe it’s his turn to wait for the olive branch. All the ramen is an added bonus.

this one is, hands-down, my favorite sns fic at the moment. it’s short, it’s realistic, and it portrays naruto and sasuke at their bests–complimenting each other, even if that compliment isn’t always peaceful. it’s more naruto-centric, but it still deals a lot with sasuke, and how they’re never out of each other’s orbits. it’s still so, so beautiful and so well done and i cannot recommend it highly enough. 

dear 12 year old rookie 9 by spinestalker 
Dear 12 year old Me, I know you’re gonna think this is troublesome, but do yourself a favor and punch Naruto while you still can. Trust me.

this one is absolutely rookie 9 centric–as the name suggests–but there’s an overarching theme of sns throughout; the other characters mention it in their letters. this one is definitely on the fluffier side–it’s super cute–but it lets us see into how the other characters view naruto and sasuke, which i think is neat. it’s also cool how they see themselves, too; sometimes it’s easy to forget that naruto and sasuke don’t actually exist in a vacuum, that there’s a world around them, and this kinda touches on that. 

clouded mind and heavy heart by dawnstruck (nsfw, dubious consent, codependence, violence)
You reap what you sow. Sasuke plants seeds of doubt.
Instead of fighting in the Valley of the End, Sasuke convices Naruto to join him.

okay, warning all around, because i do not give this link out lightly: this one is disgusting. it is dark. it is nasty. sasuke is manipulative and slimy and naruto doesn’t know any better; the author says it best: “in a way, this is still a love story. but not a happy or healthy one.” once again, sasuke-centric, but this is not a kind sasuke to be reading about. a really good read, but please take the warnings to heart. it definitely contains triggering content. 

aaaand those are the top five i can think of off the top of my head? i hope you like them and that they’re what you’re looking for!!

anonymous asked:

Your favorite petekey fic/moment? Pertinent information

so like there’s this group chat college au fic where pete and mikey were engaged and then there’s this one time ryan caught mikey crying and he’s not wearing his engagement ring and everyone panicked since they thought the two were fighting and then in the end mikey was crying because pete won’t hug him, and he wasn’t wearing his ring because he was in the lab

anonymous asked:

Aw man if you're pretending to write and mainly on Tumblr talk to us about your favorite sidgeno moments (irl and fics if ur feeling frisky)

Many of my favorite S/G moments are in my Russia with Geno tag because I like to use Tumblr as a place to stash things.

Favorite moments in fic… yikes. The conversation at the end of Thaw is extremely good for me in every way. Mostly I tend to like stories as a whole vs individual scenes. (Don’t ask me for recs as that is a long-term project of procrastination, failure to comment, and shame.)

I was tagged by the beautiful @enjolras-would-bang-that !!! thank you love

Favorite Fic

Ok like, favorite fic at the moment is totally THIS ONE  by @darkheartofpluto

Leonard McCoy is dead. Don’t worry, he’s fine with it. But after over 200 years, Earth starts to get a bit boring so it’s time for an adventure. And what better place than the USS Enterprise? It’s got a cute Captain, a dashing First Officer, and plenty of opportunities for pranks. So what if something is always going wrong? He’s dead; nothing’s going to affect him.” 

I am so in love with this Mcspirk fic I will totally reread it one of this days.

last photo in camera roll

it doesnt make any sense, but I stick with it anyways. (its saying ‘star trek’ in portuguese)

five things i like about myself

1) my freckles

2) my tattoo (does it count?)

3) my tummy

4) my eyes

5) my smile

last selfie

(it was 9 degrees celsius outside and i wanted to show my uncle™ how tough I am)

Im tagging all the beauties in this site: @adorablecrab @joly-and-the-satellites @whensunscollide @thranduil-aran-edhil @wittenberg @just-french-me-up

Harry tiptoed blindly through the darkened living room, trying his best not to make any noise to wake Malfoy.  As he approached the kitchen, his bare arms encountered a draft and he shivered.  It hadn’t been that cold when he’d gone to bed, and he was certain that he had turned the heat on.

When he stepped in the kitchen, a blurry light in the corner of the room caught his attention.  Gasping, he grabbed for his wand and felt around on the wall for the light-switch, flicking it upward and bathing the room in a yellow glow.

“Thank God,” said a voice from the floor through chattering teeth.

“What the hell?” Harry asked the figure on his floor.  “Malfoy?”


“What the hell are you doing?”

“I,” said the drawling voice with as much dignity as one could muster through aggressive shivering, “am trying to READ.”

Harry wondered if he had, in fact, fallen asleep and was in the midst of a very odd dream.  “In the refrigerator?”

“Well,” Malfoy said, haughtily, “you didn’t show me how to use the lights.

—  Only For The Lucky, by SunseticMonster

colelili  asked:

hey! i just wanted to let you know that summer storms is BY FAR my favorite fic at the moment and it had me hanging on the edge of my seat lol! even though it's au, you've managed to still capture their personalities PERFECTLY and i'm so looking forward to reading more, angst and all! <3

thank you so much!!!  I prefer writing AU because i’m way past being a teenager and I just don’t know how to write that…and my last fic was them a few years down the road and this one I wanted to just go beyond what we actually know of them and I try very hard to keep their characters in the guidelines of the real Jughead and Betty….i’m so glad you enjoy it!


What Would They Say by @queen-of-the-merry-men : OQ. This has to be slowest burn there ever was. And it is both frustrating and glorious at the same time. Just imagine how it will be when they finally get together. I got chills.

Meant to be Yours by @gray-autumn-sky : Regal Believer (with a dash of OQ). Too many feels. I have cried every chapter. And every time I have reread the same chapter. Emotional in the best way. It just makes me happier. 

It Had to be Him by FraiseDandelion : OQ College AU. Beautiful friendship that turns into love. With lots of sex. What more could you ask for? 

Broken Souls by RegalPixieDust : OQ inspired by Ghost Whisperer. This has it all. Romance, mystery, intrigue, twists, magic in the real world, loss, second chances. SOULMATE CONNECTION. 

L’ébauche by @somewhereapart : OQ. It was actually hard to pick just one, because let’s be real ALL her stories deserve to be on this list. But, at the moment, this one has me hooked. The setting, the atmosphere, the language, the teasing/flirting… the sex (obviously). 

What Once Was Lost by @daggzandarrows : OQ. So I actually really like stories involving memory loss. Basically just any situation where two people fall in love again. Fall in love always. 

Morning Waves and Metaphorical Spoons by @lillie-grey​ : OQ. VERY CUTE. I do so love it when they both have such an obvious crush on each other and are both too shy/scared to do anything about it. And too oblivious to notice that the attraction is mutual. 

This One by @lala-kate : OQ Civil War AU. This one is actually complete and not quite so recent but I somehow always find my way back to it. I ADORE IT. A LOT. 

Freeze on the Stones by @toseehowthestoryends : Mostly Rumbelle, but it’s an ensemble fic (OQ included of course). Also complete. It is seriously amazing. AU where Cora casts the curse instead. The detail, the imagination, all the characters and relationships and flashbacks. I am in awe.   

I just wanted to show my appreciation for these wonderful stories and the people that created them. You guys are absolutely amazing, you make me laugh and cry and fall in love. You have given me the strength to start my own writing. So thank you so much.

so ronan lynch doesn’t lie, but he sure as fuck bends the truth

where’s the “ronan lynch is half-fairy au” 

i need it

ronan doesn’t know. nobody knows - until adam becomes cabeswater’s eyes and suddenly he can see all the sidhe running around henrietta. which attracts the attention of the fae courts…

Fic Recs #3

I thought I had already done three of these, guys! I guess I was wrong… If I am wrong, please let me know.


Originally posted by waylandteens

Part 1, Part 2

In Your Eyes by @yellowflicker09011996 and @honorthedeadbyfighting - GUYS. This fic is amazing! Felicity is blind, but aside from that and a friendship with Tommy, it seems like the universe is the same to the Arrowverse. I’m loving this story so far and can’t wait to see where it goes!

And Above, The Vaulted Sky by @yellowflicker09011996 - I seriously can’t get enough of this fic! It’s so amazing. The writing is great, the story is so compelling, and I’m impatient for every single update! Felicity is the Spider - an integral part of the League of Assassins - but she escapes and teams up with Oliver to defeat her enemies and attain permanent freedom. Certain people - *cough* Amanda Waller - want her as an asset.

Only Lovers Left Alive by @yellowflicker09011996 - Can you guys tell I’m obsessed with Annie? Because I really, really am right now! Also, I’ve recced this fic before but I DON’T CARE. It’s seriously amazing! If you know the movie, you can guess what the plot is, but let me tell you, you really can’t comprehend the breadth of beauty and emotion and sorrow that Annie is capturing in this story. I’m consistently brought to tears - which is a good thing for me. READ IT NOW.

Chase the Light by @ohemgeeitscoley - THIS IS FLOMMY. It’s literally the ONLY Flommy fic I’m reading. Basically, Felicity finds out her long-time boyfriend is married right before she was going to take him home for Hanukkah. Tommy steps up to go with her as her fake boyfriend. The problem is, they’re both totally in love with each other and the other has no idea.

Our love will never fade away (I’ll bear your mark on my skin for eternity) by @charlie-leau - (Anyone have her Tumblr?) I’m usually not into soulmate AUs. At least, not multi-chapter ones. But, this one is so amazing! Soulmates have matching marks that bond them. When Felicity is 16, a private investigator finds her and tells her that her soulmate’s family has deemed her unsuitable for their son and they want her to take the Med - something that will make her Mark disappear and muffle the bond if she takes it every day. The man also says her soulmate wants what’s best for his family. Four years later, Felicity moves to Starling City and meets Oliver Queen at a coffee shop.

Jerry the EA by @dettiot - Obviously, Mel is amazing. She has Love is Red, Little Flowers of Eloquence, the Core Curriculum series… All FABULOUS. But, I have a special place in my heart for Jerry the EA who should totally get more screen time.

Ninja Warrior Hacker Goddess by @acheaptrickandacheesyoneline - I fell in love with this fic before I even knew Megan, and it made me so happy when I figured out she wrote it! In Ivy Town, our favorite couple watches American Ninja Warrior. It inspires Felicity to up her workout game. (Also, keep an eye on Megan! She’s writing an Indiana Jones AU and collaborating with @andcreation on a Smoaking Billionaires fic. GET READY, GUYS.)

The Way It Was Supposed to Be by @hannasus - Guys, I generally don’t like amnesia fics. I don’t really know why. But I LOVE THIS ONE. Felicity is kidnapped the night before her wedding to Oliver and the team is going crazy trying to find her. When they do, she’s not the Felicity Smoak they all know and love. I was so hesitant about this because amnesia, but it’s one of my favorite fics at the moment! Read it!

She Refused to be a Swooner by @suchaprettypoison - (Anyone have her Tumblr?) Felicity and Oliver meet in the public restroom at a baseball game. She’s snarky. He’s intrigued. In this ‘verse, Felicity’s father didn’t leave and had much more influence on her life. SO funny and sweet and romantic.

Going Mental by @thatmasquedgirl​ - It’s an Arrow Mentalist AU! I’ve never watched the Mentalist (I know enough general info to get by), and it hasn’t hindered my enjoyment of this fic at all. Felicity is sassy and snarky but wounded, Oliver can’t really explain why he likes her so much. The synopsis is wonderful: “One of these days, she might actually be the death of him, but what a way to go. Snapshots in the lives of Oliver Queen, head of the Major Crimes Unit of the California Bureau of Investigation, and his partner Felicity Smoak, his best friend and the bane of his existence.”

Give Him Your Heart (he will give you his) by @alexiablackbriar13​ - PUPPY!OLIVER. Oliver gets whammied by a meta and turned into the animal that best reflects his soul: a Husky puppy. It is equally fluffy and adorable and heartbreaking and sad because Oliver has a lot of Bad Feelings and puppies aren’t really equipped to deal with them.

Blind Item by @darlinginmyway​ - Oliver and Felicity are best friends. Once day, he realizes how horrible of a friend he is and that he’s madly in love with Felicity Smoak. Now he just has to change his ways and earn her love, all while opening a restaurant with Tommy and Digg. (Slade is a chef! I love Slade.) This fic is funny, sweet, sassy, and absolutely worth reading!

Truthfully Lying by @witchwithwifi​ - (is this the right blog?) Felicity gets into Starling City Boarding School on a full scholarship. She just wants to learn and keep her head down. Oliver Queen and Tommy Merlyn have other plans. I’m a SUCKER for a good boarding school AU and there just aren’t a lot of them in this fandom!

Okay, that’s all for now! HAPPY READING, EVERYONE! If anyone wants to recommend me some awesome fanfiction, please feel free. I’m always ready to read more fic.

Originally posted by swoonreads