#anyway.. if you want to make a rec but are worried about the content

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

Sorry if this is an invasive question, but have you read any specific fics and/or would be comfortable sharing which?

I don’t have an ao3 account so I don’t have a way to keep track of what I have read. But it’s really not that many. Probably like 10-15 in total.

Not really the person to ask for refs as ive barely read any ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

[pinknightsinmymind]

【 found family hc's 】

abby anderson x fem!reader & ellie williams x fem!reader

wc: 4.4k

song rec: house song by searows. i listened to this on loop the entire time i was writing.

content: established relationship, modern!au, fluff galore, hc's for both abs and els, christmas with abs!!!!, bbq with ellie and family, minor angst, but this is all fluff so sweet it rots your teeth, hc's AND long blurbs for abby and ellie, mentions of parent loss(in this modern!au abby's mother passed away), mentions of adoption(for ellie's hc's), and sarah is here!! she is ellie's older sister <33 also pls read a/n for more info

a/n: in which you are dating one of the girlies, meet their fathers, and detailing your journey into becoming part of the family. i kinda wrote this with the idea of what it’s like to not come from a healthy family in mind, but it’s also vague and written in a way where you’re able to interpret it and shape it to fit whatever you have in mind and relate it to what you know. the main theme here, though, is finding/making your own family and building a beautiful life despite your past. this is kinda just me hoping i’ll be able to do the same one day. i began writing this while really sad, but i’m posting this in much better spirits. this started with my sadness, but now it makes me feel hopeful. anyways, pls enjoy, and if you think you’ll need them, get your tissues ready. i love you all and you are all so beautiful and worthy of love and good things. and if any of you ever need anything, my inbox and dm's are open <333

GENERAL HEADCANONS — applies to both abby and ellie

It’s an uncomfortable conversation, but when your relationship with her started getting serious, you explained what your family/home life was like and that although you’d love to, your family probably wouldn’t want to foster a close relationship with either of you. You told her you understood if this was a dealbreaker and if it was something she couldn’t tolerate, but that wasn’t her reaction at all. Instead, you were met with complete understanding that almost left you sobbing. You were happy to have someone finally understand that family—and navigating it—hasn’t been easy for you and it was good to not have things out of your control held against you for once.

As your relationship progressed, she made it clear to you that she’d love to introduce you to her family and that they were excited to meet you. She promised that they’d accept you into open arms and that everything would go well, so there was nothing to worry about.

You were nervous, of course, unsure how any of it would unfold because you had never met her family before. You had heard so much about them and knew they must have been amazing people to have raised someone as great as your girlfriend, but you were still scared. What if they could see everything wrong with you with just one look? What if they thought you were too damaged and no good for their daughter? Or what if they just didn’t like you? It was all so worrisome, but your girlfriend assured you it would all be okay.

Meeting the rest of the family was one thing, but meeting their fathers was the scariest part.

ABBY ANDERSON

You met Abby's dad during Thanksgiving—typical and sappy, but just so Abby. Of course she’d bring someone home during the holidays. You had been dating her for almost a year now, so it was about time you met him. You knew that Abby's mother passed when she was very young, and you also knew it would just be the three of you together for the holiday. Jerry did everything to make any occasion happy for his daughter since he knew her life would be hard enough without a mother, and that included holidays. As a busy surgeon—the top one of your city’s hospital, no less—he’s lucky to get this day off, and although he can’t make a whole turkey on his own, he cooks many other dishes to make up for it. He goes all out making desserts as he likes baking more than cooking, and he’s the main reason Abby has such a sweet tooth.

Jerry is nothing but welcoming to you, telling you how he’s heard so much about you (which in turn makes Abby blush, thinking to herself, He wasn’t supposed to say that! but she still keeps her cool). He asks you all about yourself, if you’re in school and what for, what your plans for the future are, then jumps straight into his dad-threats. He tells you in a serious voice that you better take care of his daughter, then lets out a laugh and offers you a slice of pie.

It went well, and you even stayed the night at Abby's childhood home, sleeping in her big and well-furnished room.

“What do you think?” she asked.

“I think it went well,” you said. The two of you were huddled up underneath the covers in her old bed, and it’s comfier than you expected. Maybe it’s because Abby has you pulled close to her chest as her hand rubs comforting circles on your back, but it’s still heavenly. “I just can’t tell if he likes me or not.”

“Please, he likes you,” she assured you. You could feel her trailing her hand down your sides gently now. “Otherwise he wouldn’t have been in such a good mood today. Promise.” You let out a small sigh at her words. You didn’t want to argue with her about this, and you felt the only thing you could possibly do was hope she was right.

You did see Jerry a few times after that, but it was only when Abby invited you to go see him with her. He was always kind and welcoming, but you couldn’t shake the gnawing feeling in your chest that maybe he didn’t actually like you. What if he was faking all of it? You couldn’t think of any good reasons why he’d like you and accept you with open arms. It didn’t make sense to you because all you knew to expect from a parental figure was rejection. Maybe he just didn’t think you were good enough for his daughter. You didn’t tell Abby any of this, though, because you knew she’d be crushed to hear you don’t think her dad likes you. It’s also because she’ll just tell you for the millionth time he does, and you’d hate asking her for the same reassurance over and over again. In the case of her father’s acceptance, it would do nothing to quell your fears.

You hadn’t expected the holiday season to help erase these fears, but they did. After a late night of watching movies, Abby brought up visiting her father for Christmas with you by her side. She was excited as she told you all about her and her dad’s traditions: drinking hot coco, watching cheesy Christmas movies, stockings full of gifts, and the works. You couldn’t tell her no. Not when her face was beaming with excitement and she had a big smile across her face. You appreciated how much she wanted to include you—no, scratch that, cherished it—but deep down inside you felt out of place. You felt like an environment as soft and as warm as that was not a place where you belonged. It’s not what you knew, not what you were used to, but you put on a brave face for Abby.

You didn’t believe her when she told you how extensively Jerry decorated the house, but it was exactly as she said. As soon as you walked through the front door, you could smell the vanilla candles and the scent of pine mixed together. You were greeted not only by Jerry, but by the presence of mini-Santa statues and multi-colored nutcrackers. There was a big wreath on the outside of the front door, and an even bigger one hung around the family portrait of Abby and her father. The Christmas tree was huge, probably close to six feet tall, and by the smell of the fresh pine emanating from it, you knew it was real. The tree was decorated with gold and silver ornaments, bright lights, tinsel, and a giant star at the top. The fireplace had stockings lined up against the chimney with other statues, trinkets, and family photos lining the shelf. The tree casted a warm glow over the living room, and it just felt so cozy inside. It’s crazy to think that this is what Abby grew up with, that this is the kind of childhood she had, but at the same time you’re happy it was. It’s what she deserves.

It may be Christmas day, but it’s already 9 P.M., so Jerry suggests hot coco, sweets, and a cheesy movie. Abby, of course, agrees and picks out her favorite movie for you all to watch. You helped her pick it out, specifically choosing it because you’ve never seen it before and because you know she loves it. You all get a slice of Jerry’s homemade apple pie, and it’s so warm and gooey you’re sure you’ve never tasted anything like it before. You wonder where in the mix of being a surgeon he found the time to be so good at baking, but it’s still so endearing. You wonder how many times he practiced these recipes for Abby, and it’s so heartwarming. You hope you can one day offer her a home the same way Jerry has.

Jerry settles into his worn-out, leather recliner with his cup of hot chocolate while you and Abby occupy the couch. There’s a glass coffee table in front of it where your two mugs rest as the two of you are snug in a blanket you’re sharing together. You’re nestled into Abby’s side with her arm over your shoulder as you watch the movie together. It’s comfortable, and the warm, yellow lights make the moment that much more beautiful. They cast a glow on Abby, making her look sweeter than she already does. Her hair is down for once, and you’re lost in the tenderness of the moment. Occasionally the two of you move forward and grab your mugs for a sip, but besides that this wholeness has no interruptions. It’s like you can feel your doubts melting away, and you feel comforted, welcomed, by the warmth of this moment. It doesn’t seem to push you away anymore, but rather it’s something you feel compelled to be a part of now. Well, no, that’s not exactly right either. It’s like you are a part of it now, and it’s accepting your embrace rather than your rejection. You don’t feel the need to push it away anymore, to create excuse after excuse as to why you don’t deserve it, and it’s like you’re finally letting it make its home in your heart.

After the movie finished and you all had your fill of hot chocolate, you hear Jerry get up from his seat and mention that he wants to give out stockings. You don’t think much of it, watching the man as he walks up to the fireplace and grabs two of the stockings that were hanging. You hadn’t paid much attention to them earlier, but when he comes up to you and Abby, you realize you should’ve. One has Abby’s name stitched into it with blue and orange thread, and the other has your name threaded into it with your favorite colors. He gives Abby her stocking first, then holds the one with your name on it out towards you. 

“Is that for me?” you asked.

“Sure is,” Abby answered. You glance over at her and she’s practically beaming. She seems so proud of herself.

“Abby helped me make it. She made sure it had your favorite colors and everything,” Jerry explained. You finally take the stocking from his hands, feeling the heft of the weight of whatever was inside.

“I bet she got mad if you suggested a color that wasn’t.” You crack a joke in the face of this moment, because if you think too hard, look at the stocking too long, you might start crying.

“Nearly tore my head off,” Jerry laughed. “But it’s so you know you’re part of the family now.” You nod your head, clenching your jaw as your gaze keeps shifting between the stocking and the floor.

“Thank you,” was all you could manage to say in reply. You’re sure you could burst into tears at any moment, but at the very least they’re happy ones.

ELLIE WILLIAMS

You were never as scared of anything as you were to meet Joel Miller. You had seen him in photos with him and Ellie, and he did not look like he played around. In fact, he looked like he’s never fucked around a day in his life. The man intimidated you, and you had never even met him before.

Ellie’s Uncle Tommy’s birthday was coming up, and you were invited to the family celebration that would include Uncle Tommy, Aunt Maria, Joel, Ellie’s older sister, Sarah, and now you.

You had met Joel in passing with a quick “hello” whenever you visited his and Ellie's house, but you had never formally met him, especially not the rest of the family, either. You had also never met Sarah as she lived in a different city and was older than you and Ellie, but you were excited to. She was a young teen when Ellie had been adopted, and you had heard so many stories from Ellie about what an amazing older sister she was, so that was at least one family member you weren’t scared of. Uncle Tommy and Aunt Maria, though? Maria was intimidating, and Tommy and Joel had both been in the military. Who wouldn’t be afraid?

“Everything’s gonna be okay,” Ellie reassured you. You were both standing in front of Tommy and Maria’s front door, nervous as could be. Ellie held your hand in hers as she rubbed her thumb across your skin. “They’ll love you, promise.” Ellie reached up with her free hand and knocked on the door. A second passed in silence between the two of you before the door opened, and you were met face-to-face with Maria. She had short graying hair and a freckled face that reminded you of Ellie’s, and as soon as her eyes landed on the two of you, her lips turned upwards into a wide smile.

“Ellie, is this [Y/N]?” she asked. Ellie smiled shyly as she nodded her head.

“Yes, this is her,” she answered.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you,” Maria said politely. She was just all smiles, and she was much warmer compared to the scary image of her you created in your head. To be fair, she did seem really intimidating from her pictures, but she was nothing of the sort.

“Nice to meet you, too,” you managed to reply. You were still nervous, feeling like you were choking on the anxious butterflies dancing around your stomach.

“And she’s polite,” Maria prodded. She smiled even bigger as she pulled the door open for the two of you. “Anyways, come in. Joel and Tommy are in the back with the grill set up already, so just follow me.” Ellie walked through the doorway, pulling you with her towards the back of the house. Maria led you through the house’s front hallway into the living den furnished with couches and countless photos and decor hanging on the blue walls, then turned left into the kitchen. Sitting at the table was an older woman at least in her 30’s scrolling through her phone, but her eyes perked up as soon as she saw you all enter the kitchen. Almost immediately an excited smile spread across her face.

“Sarah!” Ellie greeted. The woman jumped up from her seat and gave Ellie a tight hug.

“Ellie, is this her?” she asked. Her eyes kept moving back and forth between the two of you.

“Yes, this is her,” Ellie answered.

“Wow, I’m so happy to meet you!” Sarah cheered. She came over to you and gave you a hug, something you hadn’t expected, but you returned it the best you could. As soon as Sarah pulled away from the hug, she was talking again. The way she carried herself was so confident and firm, and she held great amounts of eye contact while speaking—something you were struggling with at the moment. “Ellie has told me so much! She never stops talking about you!” She had a sweet, Texan accent when she spoke like Joel, while Ellie only had a slight one in comparison.

“Sarah!” Ellie groaned.

“What?” she asked coyly. “Was I not supposed to say that?” The answer was yes, and she knew that, but how could she resist teasing her little sister? Ellie just rolled her eyes.

“Come on, y’all, they’re waiting for us outside,” Maria announced. She nodded her head in the direction of the door behind the kitchen table, and you found yourself taking a deep breath. The door was glass, so you could see the wooden porch outside and the green grass, but no sign of Joel or Tommy—you know, just the two men who terrified you the most.

“Oh, yeah, I was gonna help Dad with the grill,” Sarah sighed.

“You? Helping with the grill?” Ellie teased.

“Hmm, more like standing there and talking to him,” she said.

“That sounds more like what you meant,” Ellie responded.

“Yeah, see y’all out there.” Sarah got up from her seat and was the first to open the back door, the hot air and smell of grilled meat wafting in as soon as she did. Maria followed her soon after, and you knew you and Ellie should follow suit, but you found yourself stuck, unsure what to do.

“Hey, you okay?” Ellie asked. The sound of the door closing shut hung in the air, and you knew you’d have to open it again soon.

“Yeah, just… nervous,” you explained.

“Everything will be alright, promise. I’m gonna be here the whole time, and we’re gonna be eating, too. That won’t be too bad, now, will it?” she asked.

“No, I guess not,” you replied.

“And you’ve got me right next to you. Don’t forget that.” Ellie gave you a sheepish smile, and you did your best to return it despite the queasiness in your stomach.

The barbeque went well, and it wasn’t as bad as you thought it would be. In fact, you felt well-received by Tommy as Maria and Sarah helped encourage him to hold conversation with you. The two women did a lot to help conversation flow and welcome you as much as possible, but the one person you felt like you weren’t getting through to was Joel. He was just so… quiet. It’s as if he was always on guard, always analyzing the situation, but what did you expect from a guy who used to be in the military? That seems to be the exact kind of disposition he’d have. He only really gave small replies in single words here and there, maybe an autobiographical question for you, then he’d retreat back to his silence. It was honestly unnerving, and as much as you did your best to immerse yourself in the conversation, in Ellie’s little jokes, Tommy’s laughter, Joel intimidated you more than anyone else ever had before. Why was he so quiet? Did he see something wrong with you? Did he not think you were fit to be his daughter’s girlfriend? Was he waiting for you to make a mistake? Was he planning how to tell Ellie that he didn’t think the two of you were a good match? All the possibilities were endless, and every single one terrified you to no end.

Despite the anxiety eating you up from the inside, you did your best to maintain your composure. You answered whatever questions Ellie’s family had for you, laughed at the jokes like you should have, all while trying to keep the crushing fear at bay. Ellie seemed to sense it somewhat, because at multiple points throughout the dinner she’d grab your hand under the table or rub your thigh comfortingly. When the night started slowing down, the sun sinking lower and lower, Tommy and Maria declared the end of the dinner and started clearing the table. Joel and Sarah disappeared into the house, carrying trash and whatever else they could back inside. Ellie leaned in close to your ear in order to speak.

“How are you feeling?” she whispered.

“I’m doing okay,” you answered. “Not as nervous as before, but still a little.”

“Did you enjoy yourself, though?”

“I did,” you replied.

“Joel and Tommy are good at barbecuing, huh?”

You laughed a little at her prodding. “Yeah, they are.”

“Look, we’re gonna get you some extra family points, yeah? Let’s offer to help Maria clean up. How does that sound?”

“Sounds good to me,” you said. This time you were the one to offer Ellie a little smile, one she was happy to see on your face after such a long day.

“Perfect.” She stood up from her chair and brushed off her jeans. “Hey, Maria, let me and [Y/N] help you clean up a bit,” she announced.

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Maria asked.

“The sweetest,” Ellie joked. You were next to stand up from the table, picking up both your plate and Ellie’s while she gathered the left behind cups. Tommy had already retreated inside with the large dishes of food, leaving you with just Maria and Ellie. It was quiet besides the clanking of the dishes as all three of you walked inside. Ellie walked behind you as you reentered the house, slotting dishes in the sink and discarding whatever trash she had. Ellie came up behind you, her back pressing into yours for a second when Maria disappeared into the living room where everyone else presumably was.

“How far do we wanna take these points?” she whispered.

“Well, what are you thinking?” you asked her.

“I say we wash the dishes,” she suggested, and you could just imagine the stupid, little grin on her face. “It’ll make them like me more, too.”

“You’re such a dork,” you said as the laugh spilled out your lips. You turned around to look at her, and there was a goofy grin on her face just like you expected. Her hands ventured to rest on your waist, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Whatever. Come on, let’s just do it.”

“Okay, you hate doing the dishes, so I’m starting to wonder what this is really about.”

“I… may or may not have promised Maria I’d do the dishes, and she’ll kill me if I don’t.”

“This is why you watch the promises you make,” you said.

“Moving along,” she said in a rushed manner, “are you gonna help me or not?”

“Yeah, because I need you alive.”

You and Ellie slotted yourselves side by side as you were forced to wash the dishes on account of your girlfriend’s promises. She was stuck washing while you dried the dishes. At one point Joel had wandered through the kitchen, muttering a small greeting to you both before disappearing outside. He left the back door open somewhat, but you said nothing, figuring he would be coming back inside soon. Despite the small interruption, Ellie, of course, couldn’t help being a little shit and splashing you with water every once in a while.

“You got my shirt wet!” you’d scold her.

“I’m sorry, baby,” she’d say all fakely. She pulled you into a hug, but once you separated, she splashed you with water again. After washing the dishes and Ellie cleaned the kitchen up a bit, you could tell she was tired and ready to go home.

“You look tired,” you commented to her.

“Yeah, I’m… all tuckered out. You ready to go home?”

“If you are, yeah.”

“Okay, let me find my… Where are my keys?” she asked. She patted at her pockets, looking for any sign of them, only to come back empty. “I think I left them outside.”

“I can go get them for you,” you offered.

“Oh, good idea. You get my keys and I say bye to everyone for us. Perfect.”

“Alright, I’ll go find them for you. Be right back.” You gave Ellie a quick kiss on the cheek before wandering outside through the back door. As soon as you stepped outside, your eyes landed on Joel sitting on one of the chairs with a mug in his hand. You had forgotten he was even out here in the first place, and you hadn’t expected or planned for this interaction with him. You took a deep, calming breath. You needed to act normal.

“Hello, Joel,” you spoke up. He turned to look at you, then returned his gaze to his mug. It was dark outside, and the porch light may have been on, but it was a dim, yellow light. Not at all helpful as your eyes scoured the ground for Ellie’s keys.

“Hello.” It was quiet as you wandered to the table, looking across the top of it for Ellie’s keys. Still no sign of them. You pulled the chairs out, and you didn’t find them on the seats either. You sighed as you pulled out your phone and turned on your flashlight. “What are you lookin’ for?” Joel asked.

“Um, Ellie’s keys. She can’t find them.” You squatted down to the floor, shining the light around the wooden porch as you continued your search.

“Oh, you two gettin’ ready to leave?” he asked. You turned your phone to the right, and something silver glinted back at you. The keys. Thank God. You grabbed onto them and got back up from the ground.

“Yeah, she said she was tired and ready to go home.”

Joel let out a small chuckle. “That sounds like her,” he remarked.

“It very much is her,” you replied.

“I heard her splashin’ you with water in there.”

“She can’t help herself,” you said. “She apologized, then she did it again.”

“Does that… make you mad?” he asked.

“No, not at all.” You were wondering what he was getting at with the question.

“You and her seem to get along well,” he pointed out.

“I think so, too,” you said, hoping you were choosing your words well.

“I can tell she really loves you, you know,” Joel said. He took a sip out of his drink, then glanced at you. “And you seem really good for her, too.” The words hit you right in the heart. You knew from what Ellie told you that Joel wasn’t a man of many words, but these were just enough. They seemed to give you the kind of confirmation you were looking for, that maybe you could put down the anxiety plaguing your mind.

“I’m glad you think so,” you said. You glanced at the mug in his hands again. Was that steam? “Can I ask what you’re drinking?”

“It’s coffee.”

“This late?” you asked.

“The girls always tell me that,” he said, and you saw the smallest glimpse of a smile ghosting his lips. You figured by “the girls,” he must have been referring to Sarah and Ellie, and that small detail stuck out to you. Despite how scary he was, deep down inside he was just a dad. A girl-dad, at that.

“Ellie always tells me how much she hates coffee.”

“She never lets that go. I tell her she has underdeveloped tastebuds to make her mad.”

“That’s perfect for getting under her skin,” you replied.

“That’s why I say it. Anyways, she’s probably lookin’ for you by now, or me, maybe.”

“Probably,” you responded. “After I find her, she’ll probably come tell you bye before we leave. I’m gonna do that now.”

“You go do that,” he said. “And you better take good care of her, by the way.” You smiled a little bit. Had you heard him say that earlier, you probably would have shit your pants, but now you were comforted by the dad-threat.

“I will,” you said confidently.

“Or I will… do something. I don’t know, I’ll figure it out.”

“I take your word for it,” you replied. You turned around to walk back inside, keys in hand, a new kind of pep in your step as you looked for Ellie.

[blossomwritesthings]

Hyunjin sickfic when. *folds arms waiting patiently* 🤭

I love your writing sm I’m gonna cry

𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨

pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader (afab)

genre: sick!fic. idol!hyunjin. hurt/comfort. angst. fluff. reader pov. established relationship.

content & warnings: explicit & strong language. mild thematic elements. hospital visit. this one's got angst in it. reader is sick (with a sprained ankle). hyunjin is worried af, as he should be lmao. reader has low self-esteem w/her dancing abilities, and has difficulty opening up about how she truly feels. pet names (affectionately). toothe-rotting fluff.

word count: 6.3k (yikes got carried away with this one wtf)

summary: it's been proving to be very difficult to keep the dance class that you take three times a week a secret from your boyfriend hyunjin. and the lies only become even harder to tell when you suddenly hurt your foot during class one night.

a/n: originally, i was planning on posting this yesterday as a kind of valentine's day gift for you guys, but then uni homework raw-dogged me like a total bitch and i got fucked over with a horrible migraine later in the night... i love my life!!! 😊 anyways, this was really fun to write- i FUCKING ADORE SOFT HYUNJIN!!! 😭 thanks for requesting, @hyungenie5... i hope this little piece of writing is to your liking, and thanks for your support~ 🤍

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The dance class was supposed to remain a secret. No one - not even your boyfriend Hyunjin - was supposed to know that you were taking it until it was long over in the summer. By the end of the class, you hoped that your skills would improve immensely and that you’d be able to join your boyfriend in the studio some time to dance with him. 

 But unfortunately, those grand plans all came to a halt late one Friday night. 

 When you were practicing a certain twirl that had been giving you a hard time for the past week. For some reason, one of the laces of your sneakers had come undone. And this prompted you to trip over it when you suddenly came out of the spin. 

 You landed on the ground in a heap of limbs, clenching down hard on your jaw at the feel of a sharp pain shooting through your left ankle. The ache was agonizing, and it took everything in you to not scream out in anguish at the feeling that had quickly exploded inside your ankle. 

 Soon, your classmates rushed over and helped you off of the floor and onto a nearby bench, where your teacher took a look at your foot.

 “It doesn’t look too bad, it’s just a bit swollen from the impact,” she said, peering up at you, a sheen of sweat glistening across her exposed forehead. It was sweltering in the practice room at the gym where you were taking the lessons, and everyone crowding around you was out of breath from the routine that the class had been practicing tirelessly for the last month or so. “I’d advise you to keep off of it as much as you can for the next few days and ice it every night. Don’t come into class Monday and instead give it a rest, and it should be better by the next session on Wednesday.” Your teacher instructed you, before giving your knee a gentle squeeze and going back to a group of students who needed her advice on a certain move. You had class every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday late in the night, but surprisingly, the sessions were always packed with wannabe dancers, even late into the night. It just proved how many people desperately wanted to become better dancers. And you were one of those ‘people.’ 

 “Can you make it to your car alone?” One of your classmates asked. You looked up at Yejun, offering her a smile that quickly turned into a grimace of pain. You had met her soon after you started the class, and the two of you had grown closer over the past few months. 

 But no one knew who you were dating - who your boyfriend of three years was. They couldn’t know, otherwise, that would jeopardize everything Hyunjin did for work and your entire livelihood. So, you mostly stayed silent about the intimate details of your personal life with everyone else and opted to talk about the surface-level things in your life.

 “Yeah, I don’t think I can do it,” you laughed in a humorless kind of way. Without another word, Yejun was picking up the large duffle bag that you always brought with you to practice. Then, she was slipping an arm around your waist and leading you out of class and through the spacious gym. It was still relatively busy even for it being so late in the night on a Friday.

 “You promise that you’re gonna rest?” She rose a black, perfectly-manicured eyebrow your way as you shuffled out of the main doors of the gym. 

 And even though you had only known her for a few months, she could get a pretty good read on you. How you didn’t like asking people for help and how you tended to bottle things up all of the time. You had done such a thing since you were a very little girl, and you supposed there was no changing the way your mind was built. Even still, this aspect of your personality drove Hyunjin insane. He’d pry and pry and pry for you to tell him what was truly wrong with you, and it’d take more than just a few kisses and gentle words to finally get you to talk. It didn’t matter who you were with - who you were talking to - you just… couldn’t talk about really personal stuff most of the time. 

 “Yeah, yeah- I’ll rest all this weekend.” You rolled your eyes at Yejun as you stopped just in front of your car. You pulled out your keys, unlocking the doors before throwing your duffle bag into the backseat. 

 “Okay, well… drive safe and take it easy, yeah?” She mumbled, pulling you into a gentle hug, and you gave her a quick pat on the back before pulling away. “See you on Wednesday?” 

 You flashed her a playful wink, “Sure thing!” You waved her off as you slipped into the driver’s seat of your car. Your friend returned the gesture before she turned around and jogged back into the gym. 

 As soon as she was out of sight, you let out the moan of misery that you had been holding in for the last few minutes. The pain seemed to shoot through your ankle in quick increments, traveling up the length of your leg and pooling in your knee. 

 Holding onto the steering wheel with a death-like grip, you took a few deep breaths. The ache wouldn’t be this bad forever. You just needed to ice it. Just follow what your teacher told you to do, and you’ll be fine. You said all of these things and more to yourself inside your head as you turned your key in the car's socket and the car’s ignition roared to light. 

 Just get home and get in bed, and then everything will be alright. 

 But everything was not alright. 

 This was made so apparent when you stood in front of your apartment door and the remembrance dawned on you that Hyunjin had the entire weekend off. So that meant that he would be home earlier than he usually would be on a Friday night. And since it was a quarter-past-eleven at night, he was sure to be home.

 Fuck. 

 It had already been an entire production getting out of your car and into your apartment’s elevator, what with your limping form and all. But now you had to face your very own boyfriend, who wasn’t even aware that you were taking a dance class in the first place. You wanted it to be a surprise for him. You had always been self-conscious about your dance skills ever since you were a little girl. 

  And then you went ahead and started dating one of the best dancers in all of the Kpop industry. As a consequence, your self-esteem in the dancing department tanked astonishingly low. You’d regularly join Hyunjin in the studio late at night at the company, and sometimes he’d try to teach you some of Stray Kids choreo. But most of the time, you made a complete fool of yourself, and instead opted to just watch him from the sidelines. Watch in silence, offering praise when you could, about how perfect his angles were, how amazing his technique was, and how his flow and rhythm were impeccable with the music. 

 Meanwhile, deep inside your mind, you were playing the same thought over and over again; why can’t you just be a better dancer like him? Why can you just not suck at it, for once in your damn life? He probably thinks your horrible, and he’s right… no wonder why he stopped offering you teach you. 

 But in the new year, finally feeling fed up from always feeling shitty when your boyfriend would show you a video of his dance practices, or when you’d watch him in the studio, you decided to sign up for the beginner's contemporary dance class at your local gym. 

 It was daunting, at first, to go by yourself without knowing anyone there, but soon, you got used to the feeling and genuinely started to enjoy your time spend in the studio. It was hard work, that was for sure, but you liked the idea of finally finishing it in the early spring and then surprising your amazingly-talented dancer boyfriend with the choreo that you had learned and practiced tirelessly for the past few months, unbeknownst to him. 

 To keep the class a secret from Hyunjin, you had lied and told him that you were going to the local gym and lifting weights. And it wasn’t a complete lie, because technically, you were at the gym. You just weren’t lifting any weights. 

 Nevertheless, Hyunjin had been hesitant about the idea. Especially since you would be coming and going so late at night. At first, he had protested against it because of how many creeps could be hanging around the gym that late at night. He didn’t want you willingly putting yourself in any danger from being out so late alone. But, after much negotiation and pleading on your part, you had managed to convince him to be okay with it. And then, you were off… attending the class three times a week and absorbing the lessons like a little ocean sponge out in deep sea waters. 

 You gathered up all of the courage you still had inside of you as you shuffled across the apartment’s threshold. A couple of the lights were left on in the living room, and dim classical music was filtering out through the nearby room to the right of you. Hyunjin’s art studio. The two of you had chosen this specific apartment to rent out because it offered two bedrooms, and the space that he wanted to make his office had an amazing, large bay window that showcased a huge portion of Seoul's cityscape. The view in there was breathtaking and was the key inspiration for a lot of his recent art pieces. 

 A sigh of relief fled from your lips as you dropped your duffle bag down on the nearby dining room table and made to get some ice for your foot. Your entire body was sticky from your dried sweat, and you longed to hop into the shower for a nice cool-off. Just as soon as you ice your ankle. 

 Just as you were filling up a small plastic bag of ice, you heard a door open behind you. Then, in a few beats, you felt two long arms wrap around your waist from behind. If you weren’t in so much pain at that moment, you would’ve been happy to feel Hyunjin’s presence at your back. But mostly, you just felt exhausted and irritable. And these were two things that didn’t mix well together.

 “Welcome home, sweetheart,” he muttered, as he leaned down with his tall frame to pepper gentle kisses against your shoulder. “How was your workout?” 

 “Fine, I guess.” You said in a slightly-dismissive tone, as you finished filling up your baggie with ice. 

 “And why in the world are you filling up a plastic bag with ice?”

 Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach at his question. Because in your state of discomfort and exhaustion, you hadn’t thought out the lie that you would have to tell him for why you could barely fucking walk. And you definitely couldn’t tell him to the extent that the pain was at. But there was no getting around the fact that you had hurt yourself, so better to tell a small white lie than ignore it entirely. 

 “I, uh- kinda hurt my foot when I was working out with weights tonight, but I’m okay.” You said, trying to keep your voice light and airy. 

 Immediately as the words fell from your lips, Hyunjin was turning you around. His eyes raked over your face, assessing your neutral expression before flitting down to the rest of your body. Like he’d be able to see any other injuries you hadn’t told him about if he looked hard enough. 

 “Are you sure you’re okay?” His brows were furrowed in worry, the concern blatantly shining in his dark brown eyes. His fingers brushed across your cheek, before tucking a few stray, sweaty strands of your hair behind your ear. 

 You gave him a soft smile, leaning up to ruffle his fluffy, peachy-pink hair a little bit. “Yes babe, I’m fine.” 

 “Then, you should rest and use the ice pack.” 

 You gave him a sardonic grin, “That’s what I was trying to do before you stopped my plans and started to grill me with questions.” 

 He slipped his arms from your hips and reluctantly stepped away from your frame to allow you space to continue your routine. But not before he leaned down into you with his towering form and pressed a gentle kiss against your lips. And if your foot didn’t currently hurt like a bitch, you probably would’ve melted into his embrace and let him hold and kiss you for a long time after that. Instead, you just felt like a sweaty ball of painful shit and wanted to hop into bed as soon as possible. 

 “I’ll be in my office if you need anything…” Hyunjin’s delicate voice stayed with you in the kitchen, as he trekked back to the door to his office. 

 You quickly grabbed a kitchen dish towel to use to wrap around your bag of ice. “Alright. I’m going to take a quick shower and then head to bed.” 

 “I’ll be there in a little while,” your boyfriend said, and when you looked up at him, he was giving you this sweet, pure look of devotion. But it was also mixed with a tad bit of unease. He never did like the idea of you being injured in any way. “Try to get some rest, yeah?” 

 “Sure, baby,” you flashed him a wink, “but only if you come to bed relatively early tonight.” It seemed like he was always slipping into bed late these days… curling up behind you well past three in the morning. He proclaimed that it was only because inspiration struck him the strongest late into the night, and while you weren’t one to stand between an artist and their craft, there had to be a better solution for inspiration than ruining his entire sleep schedule.

 “I'll sure try, sweetheart.” Hyunjin’s soft voice followed behind you, as you made your way to your shared bedroom. 

 At least you weren’t the only one who told lies in the relationship. 

 The next day, your foot hurt like a literal bitch all day long. The pain wasn’t too bad after you first woke up, and upon icing it for a little while, it felt somewhat better. But then you went about the apartment doing the chores that you usually did every Saturday, and the discomfort returned tenfold. 

 At one point, it was so bad that when you sat down on the living room couch for a few minutes to give it a rest, you could barely get up again. And when you untucked your sock after lunch, you noticed how your left foot was looking a little… discolored. Some parts of your ankle were grayed, and a tiny bit of swelling was present too. But you had hurt it in dance, so that was to be expected. 

 You tried to hide the agony that you were in from your boyfriend, but being the perceptive man that he was, he automatically picked up on it. After all, he had become attuned over the years to understanding when you were feeling shitty since it took you so long to admit to him how you were feeling. Throughout the day, he’d ask you if you were okay and force you to sit down for a few minutes to ice the hurting foot. 

 But it was after dinner that he finally decided to put his foot down about the whole thing. He had dragged you over to the living room couch, practically throwing you onto the plush cushions before plopping down beside you. 

 “And what gives you the right to think you can throw me around like your own personal rag doll?” You asked, playfulness dripping from your tone. You turned to him and rose a quizzical eyebrow his way as he turned on the tv and flipped through Netflix to find a movie to watch. The usual thing that you two liked to do every Saturday night; was curl up on the couch and get all cozy with each other. The movie nights either ended in one of two ways, cuddling until you both fell asleep right then and there, or making out and soon traveling into the bedroom for a long night of fun. 

 “I’m forcing you to take a break, that’s what I’m doing,” he leveled you with a serious face, a slight frown pulling his mouth downwards. 

 You folded your arms across your chest defensively, “I don’t need a break, babe. I’m fine.” 

 “Oh yeah? Well then, I guess I’ve just been imagining all of the pained faces that you’ve been making all day, or that perpetual furrow in your brow that you always get when you’re holding something in?” Hyunjin said, voice completely flat. Just then he reached out to you, wrapping a long arm around your waist and yanking you close to his side before tucking a fuzzy blanket around the two of you. 

 “I’m not furrowing my brows.” You said defensively, even though you had given up on fighting him any longer. Honestly, you were a little too tired from all of the hurt and activity of the day to care. So you snuggled deeper against him, slinging your arms around his waist and breathing in his scent of fresh linen and sweet roses. “And besides, the apartment needed cleaning. A bad foot wasn’t going to stop me from completing my mission.” You had taken some pain medication soon after lunch, but since it was late into the night, it had worn off. You’d have to take some before you went to bed, but it didn’t seem to help that much, since you had still been in pain even after taking it in the middle of the day.

 “Just shut up and relax, will ya?” Your boyfriend all but grumbled, as he finally selected some random thriller to watch. You hid your smile behind your blanket as you felt him lean down and press a few kisses atop the crown of your head. “Just want you to feel better, my love…” 

 You turned your head up on his shoulder so that you were staring right into his expressive dark-brown eyes. “And I already do feel better just with your kisses alone.” A smirk spread across your mouth, as you leaned into him and your mouths met again in a soft kiss. 

 Your boyfriend motioned with his head to the flashing tv screen in front of the two of you, “Now, let’s focus on the movie so that you can get your mind off of the discomfort.” 

 A few giggles escaped from deep inside of you at his serious tone. He truly did care a lot about you and your well-being. And so that’s why you didn’t want to tell him how bad the pain was. Because you knew that as soon as you told him, he’d get himself all worked up into a tizzy and obsess over your health until you were back to one-hundred-and-twenty percent. Would practically nurse you back to health, ignoring all of his other duties at the company until he could confirm with his own two eyes that his girlfriend was feeling much better than before. 

 So you stayed silent, refraining from revealing to him how much agony you truly were in from your foot alone. You turned your attention to the movie in front of you. 

 And the feel of his long, muscular arms wrapped around your waist and squeezing slightly, the comforting sense of his warm body just beside yours, did wonders to the pain. It worked better than any of the medicine in the entire world, and you soon found yourself completely ignoring and forgetting the ache that was shooting through your foot and up into your veins and instead was basking in the feel and smell of your very loving boyfriend. 

 “Sweetheart, do you want to stop and take a rest for a minute?” Hyunjin asked you in a gentle voice the next day. What with it being Sunday and since the two of you were still off from work, you had decided to spend the day out on the town - shopping around. 

 You two had already eaten a sweet breakfast of pastries and coffee at a local cafe and were currently walking the streets of Hongdae, in search of a matching set of hoodies that fit both of your styles perfectly. So far, you had had no luck at the boutiques that you had already searched. The fuzzy hoodies were either too frilly or too plain...

 You shook your head vehemently, “No, I’m fine… don’t worry about me.” But you knew you telling him that would only make him worry even more. Since your foot only hurt even worse when you woke up early that morning. The pain throbbed up your leg now, and it felt like somehow was grasping harshly at your left ankle bone every time you walked on it, rattling the thing bitterly. 

 You were practically limping pathetically at your boyfriend's side, desperate hands clutching at his arm to stop you from completely toppling over into a pile of weak limbs right there. Because that’s what you were feeling at that exact moment; weak. 

 Hyunjin ran a frustrated hand through his peachy-pink locks, an exasperated sigh flooding from his lips, “I knew I shouldn’t have agreed to us going out today-” He started to grumble beside you. 

 Just then, the two of you stepped over a particular area of sidewalk that was somewhat cracked in the middle. And of course, your left shoe - your bad foot - just had to get caught in the tiny space there. Immediately, your body hurled to the ground as you grasped for your boyfriend. Thankfully, he caught you just in time before you hit the asphalt, pulling you up onto your feet again. 

 And when you stood straight once more, the agony only intensified even more so. Feeling so overwhelmed by it, and so, so weary with sudden despair, a tiny cry escaped past your lips as your legs gave out from underneath you. Toppling onto the ground in a heap of exhaustion, the tears were freely flowing down your cheeks. 

 Hyunjin was already crouching at your side, one arm wrapped around your waist. “Darling, what’s wrong-” He began, the worry seeping from his tone. 

 “It’s hurts, Hyunjin… like, a lot…” You managed to get out in between your sobs. Your vision was blurry from your tears, cheeks warm to the touch at the embarrassment of feeling others' eyes on you as they passed by on the street. 

 But not another word needed to be spoken, as you were soon being lifted into your boyfriend’s arms. And a moment later, he was gently placing you down on a nearby bench. 

 He was then crouching in front of your feet, gently grasping at your left foot and holding it out to him slowly. “Can I take a look at it, sweetheart?” He asked you with all of the tenderness in the world. The look in his eyes then- one of pure apprehension and heartache did something funny to your heart and only made you cry even harder. You nodded your head in silent approval. 

 Heart beating wildly inside your chest, you waited, and watched in bated since, as your boyfriend gingerly slipped off your thin sneaker. With thin, nimble fingers, he slid your baby-blue sock down and off of your foot. 

 And the moment he saw what lay underneath, he gasped audibly. Your foot was steadily turning purple and blue and was swollen all around the ankle. Eyes completely focused on your foot, Hyunjin turned your foot from either side, inspecting it diligently. 

 Finally, after what felt like an eternity of looking at it, he stared up at you with wide eyes. The heartbreaking look in them told you all you needed to know- the way that his lips slightly fell open in his surprise, jaw clenching in anger. “B-Baby, has it looked like this since you got home from the gym on Friday?” His fingers gently swept over the bone that was slightly protruding out to the side near your ankle. 

 The tears had begun to slow down, leaving wet trails down either of your heated cheeks. Sniffling, you meekly nodded your head yes in answer. “Why? Is it that bad?” 

 A deep crease formed between his dark brows, and his blush-pink hair blew in the cool February breeze that suddenly swept across the streets at that moment. “Sweetheart, this looks really- really bad,” his eyes flitted down to your foot again, which he was still holding in one of his palms. “I’ve seen a lot of injuries, and I know the signs… honey, I think you’ve sprained it.” 

 Your heart plummeted into the pit of your stomach. “W-What? But… how could that be? It’s not like I-” Your voice took on an incredulous tone, but before you could say anything else, your boyfriend was moving your foot again, turning it slightly so that he could slip your sock back on. You hissed in discomfort, biting down hard on your bottom lip to quell the moan that wanted to bubble up and out of you just then. The pain was unbearable. 

 Your boyfriend stood up from the ground, fitting two hands around your waist and helping you rise from the bench. He slipped an arm around your hips, securing you to his side as you slowly began to shuffle down the street, going backward from the way you had just come from. “C’mon, we gotta get you to the hospital.” He said, leading you two away from the shops that you had been at for the last few hours. 

 “Hospital? No- that’s not necessary, I just need to… rest at home, that’s all…” Your voice trailed off as another wave of pain throbbed through your tender foot. 

 Hyunjin leveled you with a glare. “It’s either you come with me willingly, or I carry you in my arms bridal style. Either way, you’re fucking going to the hospital.” The way he said the last of his words in that deathly-low tone sent a chill down your spine. Because you knew it all too well since he’d only use it on you when you were being particularly stubborn. And almost always, it was during a time when you weren’t taking any regard for your health, and Hyunjin had to force you to do the things necessary to practically stay alive. 

 “O-Okay…” You whispered. You struggled along beside him, fingers holding on tight to his thick brown winter jacket. “Just… don’t let go?” You stared up at him with big eyes, lip quivering a little bit from the pain of having to walk and put pressure on your bruised foot. 

 “Never, sweetheart.” He brought you closer to him then, practically wrapping both arms around your waist and helping you along the sidewalk as you slowly made your way back to his car. 

 “Well, you have a sprained ankle,” the nurse told you a few hours later. She was a rather short, petite-looking woman, with long, black hair swept up into a tight braid at the back of her head. “You’ll need to diligently rest for the next… four to six weeks. The doctor suggested using an ice pack for twenty minutes a few times a day, to help with the swelling.” 

 After you and Hyunjin had left Hongdae, it was only a matter of time before he found the nearest hospital and checked you into the Emergency Room there. After waiting for a little over an hour, you were finally called back into one of the exam rooms. It merely took the nurse and doctor one look at your ankle to confirm that it was sprained. After the doctor’s assessment, the nurse filed back into the room to hand you some paperwork to fill out. 

 During the entire visit, Hyunjin was sitting beside your hospital bed in a small chair, clutching onto your hand as you awaited the news of your diagnosis. He let out a sigh of relief at the news of it only being a sprain since he had been worrying that it was broken instead. 

 “And don’t walk on it,” the nurse continued, as she handed you a bottle of prescribed high-dosage pain medications. “I understand that it will be difficult to assimilate to a less active lifestyle for some time, but please remember that if you walk on it, doing so can put you at risk for horrible complications in the future and hinder you from achieving a full recovery.” 

 “I understand, thank you so much,” you said, giving her a soft smile as you fit the bottle of pain meds into your nearby purse. Your boyfriend was still clutching onto your hand, fingers squeezing a little too tightly as you positioned yourself back on the bed. 

 "I’ll give you two a few minutes, and then come back to assist you in checking out at the front desk.” The nurse returned your smile and bowed slightly at you and Hyunjin before making her way out of the room, quietly shutting the door behind her. 

 Immediately, your boyfriend turned to you with a deep frown. “And you’ve been walking on a sprained ankle for the past… three days.” He shook his head in disapproval, running a frantic hand through your hair. “Honestly, Y/N, I don’t understand why you do this to yourself- why you do it to me…” 

 Training your focus down at your lap, your fingers absently played with a loose strand from your thick winter sweater. “It’s not like I mean to not tell you stuff. It just… happens.” 

 “And you said you got this from lifting weights at the gym?” 

 His question forced your head to shoot up without you even thinking about it, eyes locking with his as he sat just beside you in his tiny vinyl chair. “Y-Yeah… I must’ve used the barbell wrong or something.” You laughed a little anxiously, heart beating painfully against your ribcage. 

 Because he couldn’t find out. It was downright embarrassing to think about him knowing you had been taking dance classes. But you also wanted to keep it a surprise for him, when you eventually performed your routine for him - not like that would happen anytime soon though, since you would be on bed rest for the foreseeable future. 

 Hyunjin brought his hand away from yours then, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly, crossing his legs together and giving you a knowing look. “I call bullshit. You don’t get a strained ankle from lifting a few pounds.” 

 “And how do you know that, mister?” 

 “Because I’ve seen the guys get injured from lifting before, but it never has to do with their ankles.” 

 “Well, maybe I’m the exception.” 

 “Cut the crap, sweetheart,” his voice came out a little cold just then, eyes raking over your form, studying your face to gauge your emotions at that moment. “Tell me what happened on Friday night.” 

 The embarrassment overtook you again, and you ripped your eyes from his. Focusing once more on your hands, you twisted the end of your sweater around your fingers. There wasn’t any use in keeping the ruse up any longer. It’s not like you’d be dancing the routine any time soon. So, you finally gave in and confessed to your boyfriend in a quiet mumble. 

 He leaned forward, tilting his body close to yours so that he could hear you better. “I didn’t hear that, love. Speak up.” 

 Clenching your fists in sudden annoyance, you stared at him, already feeling the crimson pooling in your cheeks. “I said- I was taking a dance class, okay?! And I fell and hurt my ankle- the instructor said it would be fine, but obviously, she isn’t a doctor…” 

 Silence filled the entire room after that, and it was charged with equal amounts of confusion and hurt. “Why in the world are you taking a dance class?” 

 “Because- I want to be good at dancing…” You exclaimed, staring into Hyunjin's eyes with what you hoped was a fierce expression. “I fucking suck at it- and- and you’re just so amazing, and I… I wanted to surprise you with a routine that I had learned all on my own. But then, I hurt myself, so that’s never gonna happen now.” 

 “Don’t say that.” 

 “Say what?” You canted your head to the side, watching as the emotions erupted across your boyfriend's face. First, it was anger, that you had kept such a secret from him for so long, then it was sadness, that you had felt the need to prove yourself in any way to him. 

 “Say that you suck at dancing,” he began, as he moved forward and clasped either of your hands in his. He brought them close to his mouth, lips hovering near your skin and pressing a few soft kisses to your knuckles. “You’re great at it, baby, don’t doubt yourself. And I was never amazing right off the bat. It took me a long time and lots of hard work to get where I am today.”

 “Yeah, but some people are just naturally born with it, and I don’t think I am. So… that’s why I was trying to improve.” You shrugged slowly, a zap of energy coursing through your veins each time Hyunjin pressed a fervent kiss against your hands. 

 “Well, I always think that improvement is good. But, there has to be a balance. You can’t simply ignore your health just because you want to get better at something.” Your boyfriend said in a calm voice, the warmth of it vibrating on your flesh and softening some hard part inside of you. “And besides, even if you weren’t born with the gift of dance - which I don’t believe to be true - there are still other gifts that you have that are unique and wonderful to you, baby. You shouldn’t compare yourself to me, or anyone else, for that matter.” 

 You gave him a frown, eyes locked on his mouth that kept nearing your knuckles and pressing kisses there. “I know, but… it’s just hard sometimes, you know? To be dating such a… talented man.” 

 A tiny sound of pain - of heartbreak - fled from Hyunjin’s mouth then, and suddenly, he was pulling you towards him. Fitting his arms around your waist, he squeezed on tight. In an instant, you melted into the touch, burrowing yourself into the crook of his neck and inhaling his calming, sweet scent. 

 “I’m so sorry that you’ve felt like this, sweetheart. I had no idea.” He mumbled close to your ear, imprinting a soft kiss against the exposed skin there. “How can I make it up to you, darling? How can I change things, so that you don’t think so poorly of yourself anymore?” 

 You positioned yourself away from him a tiny bit, offering him a light smile, “Babe, you don’t have to do anything for me. My low self-esteem when it comes to dancing isn’t your fault, so don’t worry about it.” 

 He leaned in, kissing your lips gently. “Yes, but I don’t like the thought of you feeling so down about your abilities…” his voice trailed off into silence, as he contemplated what he could do for you. “I know- I’m going to nurse you back to health, and when your ankle is completely healed, I’ll help you continue learning that dance routine from your class. How does that sound, love?” 

 You kissed him back, hot breaths mingling slightly in the passion of the moment. “I’d like that very much, but… don’t you have your schedules?” 

 Hyunjin waved a nonchalant hand in the air like he didn’t have so many people expecting high standards from him every single day. “I can still help you and do my job, baby- it isn’t rocket science.” 

 You contemplated his idea over in your head. You hadn’t liked him trying to teach you different dances in the past, but perhaps that was because of your issues and not because of his teaching. And now that your struggles with the thing were out in the open, you got the feeling that your boyfriend would be extra careful when teaching you - treat you extra gently when explaining certain moves. 

 “Okay, I like the idea,” you decided, nodding your head slowly in approval. A wide smile cracked across your lips as you stared at his face that was alight with happiness and contentment, “When do we start?” 

 “How does eight weeks from now sound? To give your ankle plenty of time to heal.” 

 Gently carding a few fingers through his light, peachy-pink silky locks, you bent into him, the smile still plastered onto your face as you gave his mouth another kiss which felt like the hundredth one in the last hour. “Sounds perfect.” You said, and soon he was smirking against your lips, before tightening his grip around your hips, yanking you ever closer to his form, and smashing his mouth against yours in a fiery, loving kiss. 

 Fin. 

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Cross My Heart Chapter Two

Javi Gutierrez x f!reader

Rating: E 18+ (minors skedaddle)

Warnings/tags: fluff, brief mention of anxiety and therapy, lots of smut, sundress (iykyk), oral (m and f rec), unprotected piv, lil bit of dry humping, riding, cockwarming, the tiniest dash of dom!Javi, cuddling, Javi being a Taylor Swift stan because I said so

Word Count: 2.8k (most of that is porn ngl)

Summary: It’s the day after you and Javi crossed the line. What now?

A/N: It’s here! It only took me 13 months…

I hope y’all enjoy this next part of the series! I’m pretty proud of it! I am trying to decide on a consistent nickname for reader but a lot of the nicknames I think of have already been used in several other great fics and I don’t want to copy anyone/overuse one. I’ve tried out a couple options in this chapter, but feedback and/or ideas about this would be super appreciated!

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Sunlight streams through the window, slowly warming you and pulling you from sleep. For a brief moment, you’re not sure where you are. This isn’t your bed— 

Oh. Right. It’s not your bed, it’s Javi’s bed. That wasn’t a dream, you really did sleep with Javi last night.

As your mind reaches full consciousness you register the weight of him behind you, breathing softly. You turn, seeing his peaceful face upon which his soft curls rest, slightly ruffled from sleep but still gorgeous. 

You want to let him sleep, but you can’t stop your hand from reaching out to card through his hair, unable to resist now that you have the freedom to do so. You’d wondered for so long if his hair was really as soft as it looked. It isn’t, it’s softer.

He stirs, slowly opening his eyes and softly smiling as he realizes what had disturbed his rest. 

“You’re still here” he whispers, looking happier than you’ve ever seen him.

“Of course, you didn’t think I’d leave, did you?” You move your hand from his hair down his arm, taking his hand in yours and pressing it to your lips. 

“No, no I just— I worried I had dreamt the whole thing.” He squeezes your hand as if to check again that you’re real. 

“Me too, for a minute. But here we are” you smile, leaning in to kiss him. 

Neither of you have any inclination to get up right away, content to sit in this moment as long as possible. You continue to kiss, not in a hurried way or with any desire to go in a particular direction, just enjoying your opportunity to explore each other. 

As Javi moves closer, however, you feel him hard against your stomach, sending a spike of arousal straight to your core. You know it’s a natural physical response, but why not take care of him since you have the opportunity? 

You pull Jevi gently by the shoulders and begin to roll fully onto your back, encouraging him to get on top of you. He goes willingly, taking up the space you make for him between your legs. 

It’s quiet, save for Javi whispering “you’re sure?” before you enthusiastically tell him yes and he slowly slides into you.

He presses deep, taking his time. You move together like waves on the beach, knowing you’ll both find your release and just enjoying the moment. 

You cum with the help of Javi’s fingers circling your clit just as he stills inside you, filling you up. 

Javi extricates himself from you to retrieve a washcloth, returning wearing a t-shirt and boxers. He gently cleans you before taking your hand to help you out of bed and handing you one of his shirts to wear. 

You wrap your arms around his neck, kissing him again. 

“I don’t know about you, but I’m starving.” 

Javi treats you to an unnecessarily extravagant breakfast, and while you eat your eggs, bacon, waffles, and French toast, you make a plan for the day, namely moving your belongings from the guest house into the main house.

Normally moving in with someone so soon would feel completely crazy, but you’d been practically living there anyway and though the romantic aspect was new, your relationship was not. 

You decide it would be best to still keep some of your things in the guest house just so you’d always have your own space, knowing there are times when both of you really need some quiet time to yourselves. 

Despite your comically large breakfast that morning, you and Javi work up an appetite from all of the lifting and walking back and forth between the guest and main house while moving your stuff.

Given that it’s a beautiful spring day, Javi suggests that the two of you have a little picnic, knowing how much you love to visit the nearby botanical gardens. 

You excitedly agree, informing him that you’re going to shower and change into something a little more date-worthy.

Making your way to the bathroom, you turn back to Javi with a mischievous smile. 

“You’re welcome to join me” you wink and continue to walk away, a little more swing in your hips than usual. 

Javi can’t form words to respond quickly enough, practically running across the room to catch up with you. 

You help each other undress as you wait for the water to warm, unable to keep your hands or lips to yourselves. Your kisses heat up as quickly as the shower does, and as soon as you step inside you’re sinking to your knees. 

“What are you doing, cariño?” Javi asks knowingly, hardening quickly as he realizes what is about to happen. 

“Just wanna thank you for breakfast, baby” you respond, stroking his now very hard cock and placing feather-light kisses along his length and kitten licks to his tip.

Javi groans as you take him as far into your mouth as you can, hand stroking what you cannot. 

“So good, bebita. Don’t stop” Javi moans as you continue to take him deeper.

You hum around him, pleased he’s enjoying himself so much. 

Soon you’re taking all of him in, breathing through your nose so you don’t choke on the thickness of him. 

Javi’s hand flies to your hair, breaths ragged. 

“Mierda— I’m close, can I—”

You respond by grabbing his thighs and pulling him even closer, telling him exactly where you want him to cum. 

You bob your head a few more times before Javi’s hips are stuttering and you swallow down his release. 

As you pull off of him, he looks down at you with amazement. 

“You are incredible. Let me take care of you now.” 

You certainly don’t argue as he helps you stand and leads you toward the marble bench, which of course his ridiculously large fancy shower includes, and as you sit he takes his turn on his knees. 

His strong arms pull you forward and his broad shoulders spread you wide for him, as he slowly kisses up your inner thigh toward where you’re aching for him. 

He licks at you like a popsicle on a 100 degree day, with an excitement that makes you think he’s enjoying it more than you are. That’s not to say you’re not really enjoying it, the movement of his tongue is dragging you to the edge ridiculously fast. 

You’re already so close as Javi adds two fingers, curling them perfectly as his tongue expertly circles your clit. 

“Javi oh god— right there pleasepleaseplease”

Your hand grabs his hair as your orgasm slams into you, maybe a little too roughly but Javi doesn’t seem to mind, in fact the noise he makes indicates he might really like it.  

He works you through it, free hand gently stroking one of your shaking thighs, until you come back to yourself. 

You pull him up quickly for a kiss, tongues tangling as you taste yourself on him. 

You rest your foreheads together as you both catch your breath. 

Both realizing you still have to actually shower, Javi helps you stand, though your legs are practically jelly. 

“Not sure if I’m totally stable,” you tell Javi, huffing out a laugh.

He smiles and tightens his grip on your arms, holding you upright. 

“Don’t worry, bebita, I’ve got you.” 

Once done with the actual cleaning part of your shower, you and Javi find some comfortable outfits for your picnic. Javi throws on a linen shirt and some blue pants, while you opt for your favorite sundress. Not only is it light and perfect for today’s weather, you also know you look great in it and expect Javi will really enjoy it. 

When Javi sees you, he checks you out rather obviously, but says nothing indicating he’s thinking about anything particularly salacious, simply stating “you look lovely, querida.” 

While the gardens are not particularly busy with it being a weekday, there are still people around and you’re mindful of Javi’s recent anxiety around strangers. 

You squeeze his hand as you find a picnic spot in a more secluded area, asking him how he’s doing. 

“I am just fine, but thank you for asking. It is much easier when I’m with you.” He smiles as he helps you lay out the blanket and set up your food and drinks. 

“I’m glad I can help,” you respond, “but I do think it might be a good idea for you to find someone to talk to about this. It’s good to work through it.” 

Javi’s smile falters briefly, his lingering fear of being seen as weak or unstable making him worry for a moment that you don’t think he can take care of himself. But he quickly reminds himself that you care so much about his well-being, and you’ve told him in the past how helpful therapy was for you. 

“Okay I will start looking for someone, as long as you help me. I have no idea where to start,” he replies.

“Of course.” 

Your conversation moves on to many other topics as you eat, conversation flowing easily as it always has between you. Even if you don’t have something to talk about for a moment, you enjoy just sitting with each other. 

As you look around the gardens during a pause in your conversation, you notice some butterflies enjoying the flowers. You tell Javi to look, but he doesn’t take his eyes off you. 

“Javi, why aren’t you looking? They’re so pretty” you ask, glancing back at him to see the way he’s admiring you with so much adoration. 

“I don’t wanna look at anything else now that I saw you” he responds, placing his hand on your cheek and pulling you in for a kiss. 

You roll your eyes playfully at the cheesy line but let him guide you forward, but pull back slightly when you realize why that phrase was familiar. 

“Are you quoting Taylor Swift?” 

Javi smiles and shrugs his shoulders. 

“She has a way with words.”

You can’t argue with that, so you let him close the small distance between you, slotting your lips against his. 

You pack up your things and leave the gardens as the sun begins to set, not having realized how long you had spent there already. You had been enjoying each other's company so much, it felt like no time at all. 

You walk in the door still smiling like a fool, because Javi is so perfect, and you can’t  believe this was only your first day as a couple and your first actual date. 

Which is why you’re surprised when Javi closes the front door and abruptly pushes you up against it, grabbing your hips tightly and kissing you with a fierceness you hadn’t expected from him. 

You definitely don’t mind though, not when he’s kissing and nipping your neck, moving his hands up to rub his hands over your covered breasts. 

“Javi—” you gasp, “what’s gotten into you?” You grab his hair, gently tugging him upward so he’ll look at you and explain his sudden change in mood. 

“I just— mierda this dress is driving me crazy. Wanted to be— be respectful and have a nice date but the second I saw you in this I knew I had to have you as soon as I could” 

You smirk, knowing your little plan had paid off.

“Wore it all for you, baby, knew you’d love it” you confessed, already working the buttons of his shirt open so you could get your hands on his chest. 

You yelp when Javi runs his hands up the back of your thighs to your ass and hauls you up, carrying you to your room. You can’t help but smile to yourself thinking about how in just 24 hours it had gone from Javi’s room to your shared one. 

Javi sits on the edge of the bed, allowing you to settle in his lap and feel just how much he needs you. 

He groans as you grind yourself on him, feeling the warmth of you already through the layers of clothes. 

He palms your ass, pulling you down on him even more, trying to alleviate some of the pressure that’s been building all evening.

You gasp as Javi sucks a mark into your neck, enjoying this rougher side of him. 

You slide your hands down his chest to unbutton his pants, pulling out his aching cock and slowly stroking it. 

Javi practically growls as you touch him, suddenly pulling away and pushing you to stand as he does the same. 

You’re confused for a moment before Javi starts pulling your dress off, and you follow his lead and help him remove his shirt the rest of the way before he steps out of his pants and boxers. 

Once you’re both bare, Javi moves back to the bed, mumbling “c’mere” as he pulls you with him, this time laying down and pulling you on top of him. 

He leans up slightly to take a nipple into his mouth, making you whine and grab his hair as he licks and sucks. You’re completely dripping now, completely desperate to have him inside you. 

“Javi, please, need you to fuck me” you whisper, grinding yourself on him for emphasis. 

“Okay, bebita, it’s okay I will, I will” Javi responds, kissing you hard as he lays back down and lines himself up. 

You sink down on him, burying your face in his neck as you stretch around him. 

“Won’t last long,” Javi manages, planting his feet and fucking up into you harshly, hitting just the right spot to have you speeding to your own orgasm as well. 

Despite being so worked up, you collect your thoughts enough to tease him just a little.

“Dress really got you going, huh? Guess I need to wear that more often” you say lowly, earning a loud groan from Javi. 

“Yes— fuck— please, wear it every day. Don’t even bother with panties, I will want to take you every chance I get,” Javi mutters as his hips stutter, indicating how close he was. 

“I’m all yours, baby, use me whenever you want.” 

As you say that, the combination of his cock hitting you so deeply and the friction on your clit rubbing against his pelvis, you fall over the edge. You wrap your arms tightly around him, pushing your face impossibly further into the space between his neck and shoulder as you pulse and shake around him.

“You are squeezing me so tight bebita— fuck—” that feeling combined with your words pulls him over the edge with you, stilling inside you as deep as he can get and filling you, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. 

You both feel completely boneless as you recover, sleep quickly catching up to you. 

You realize Javi might not be entirely comfortable with you on top of him, so you ask “wan’ me to move?”

In response he tightens his hold on you, shaking his head. 

“No, need you to stay right here. Want to stay inside.” 

Some time later, you wake, shivering slightly when you realize the room is a lot colder when you’re not exerting so much physical energy, and neither of you wanted to move enough to get under the covers before. 

“Javi?”

“Hm?” 

“M’cold”

“Sorry, chiquita. It would probably be a good idea to get cleaned up—”

You raise yourself up on your elbows and pout at him then, having no desire to move out of your current position and lose the feeling of him inside you. But he looks up at you with those damn big brown eyes and you cave, also knowing logically that it’s best for your health to clean up and go to the bathroom before you actually go to sleep for the night. 

Slowly, you peel yourself away from him, both of you groaning a little as he slips out of you. 

Javi grabs a warm washcloth as you lay on your back gathering the energy to stand up, and once he carefully cleans between your thighs, you drag yourself to the bathroom to pee. 

When you return, Javi is already in bed laying on his side, having created space for you under the covers. 

You slide in, your back to his chest, and he wraps his arms around you. 

“Warmer now?” Javi asks.

“Mhm, much better,” you reply, snuggling further into his hold and feeling sleep pulling you under once again.

“Goodnight, Javi,” you whisper.

“Goodnight, bebita” he replies, softly kissing your cheek, quickly falling into the second best night of sleep he’s had in months. 

Taglist: @littlemisspascal @mswarriorbabe80 @thevoiceinyourheadx @pedrostories @your-voice-is-mellifluous

I'm considering following what others have done and making a writing blog instead of keeping the taglist, but still tagging for now.

[sitp-recs]

hi liv!! i've been following your blog for years and it's always been such a comfort to me, thank you for all you do!!

i got broken up with this week, and i'm taking it very hard. it's my first real breakup and no one's fault, so it's just horribly sad. do you have any recs that are just soothing and soft at this time? just anything that will make me feel like things will be okay

no worries at all if not, i know this isn't exactly specific and you must be busy <3

Oh darling, I’m so sorry to hear that 💔 I’ve been there and I know it’s not easy but you’ll get through it! Give yourself time to grieve and rest over the weekend. I’m sending warm hugs, hopefully these will help soothe your heart. I’d also recommend dustmouth’s incredible comic stories, they’re my go-to comfort food!

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[bunnimew]

Hi! Are you in the Blackice fandom too? Sorry, I know I’m probably being so random to a bunch of you in the fandom, but I just joined and I’m obsessed! This seems like a rather small fandom at this point, not too many people are in it, are they? Anyways, happy to know at least some people are in the fandom!

Any tips you could give me about black ice art/fics/blogs/content/etc would be greatly appreciated!

BOY ARE WE EVER IN THE BLACKICE FANDOM 😂 And no worries! We love getting asks! WE ARE ALSO OBSESSED. WE HAVE SO MUCH SHIT PLANNED FOR THESE BOYS. 

The fandom is quite small, but I think that makes for a better experience honestly. :) More cozy, more personal, easier to get to know and support each other! IN FACT. We (there are two of us who run this blog) are mods for a little rotg discord server, if you’d like to join and scream with us! :D Just let us know if you’d like an invite and we can hook you up. 

I believe @9haharharley1 (who also has some great fics! <3) recommended some artists and writers already, but HERE’S MORE: 

I know @miss-evening has a huge archive of blackice arts/writings/headcanons on their blog. We found a lot of content from the fandom in its hay day there. :) 

@department-of-fagriculture‘s and @livori ‘s art of the past are some of my personal favorites if you scroll through the blackice tag. Also @madam--mark actively makes lovely blackice art in such an expressive style! And @froggyfeetsies has some really sweet and hilarious blackice! Also check out @candraz, @sigilspell, @overmooneleven, @nyuzzz, @drei-zawa, just to name a few! 

For fics, both of us tend to like the more fluffy/fun variety with Pitch and Jack being a badass power couple (who are also disasters) getting into all kinds of shenanigans. 😂To rec just a few: 

PLS check out Five Veils and a Heartbeat by BurrrdBrainedInsomnia. Royal AU that has a bit of a dark premise but totally flips some common tropes around. It’s so refreshing and the dynamic between the boys is just fun and cozy and I JUST WANT THEM TO KISS ALREADY. 🤣 Also check out their other fics. They write blackice in all kinds of flavors. :) AND THEY DO ART SOMETIMES! THE WHOLE PACKAGE RIGHT HERE! @stuffdone 👈

A Dragon and His Prince by Frostre. PITCH IS A DRAGON. AND HE’S ACE. AND IT’S A WILD RIDE. Top ten easily. ;D 

To Dream of Respite by shipwreck. Modern AU with ace!Jack and it’s SO good. Just. Totally compelling, emotional story. Highly recommend. 

The Device has Been Modified by Lindzzz. Their evil boyfriend series was great but this AU is so cute! Jack is an AI accidentally made by Pitch! Chaos ensues! 

Also PLS check out fics by penning the stars! They have so many cute blackice one shots! 

And we’re just gonna second Lines And Colors. They have so many blackice fics that are just *chef’s kiss*. 

Hope that’s good to start! Hit us up any time if you want more anything. We could scream about these boys forever. 🤣

[wild-karrde]

Congrats on the followers and thanks so much for the Friday Fic Recs (being able to scroll through them is literally what gets me through work on Fridays)!!!

Anyways for the quote ficlet for your follower celebration can you do Fox x f!reader with “The reason I drink so much caf is because I can’t sleep without you. Not that I want to sleep when I’m with you.” It can be SFW or NSFW.

And thanks again for all you do for the fandom ❤️

THANK YOU DEAR FRIEND! I am SO STOKED you enjoy the Fandom Fridays! And thank you for the prompt! It got soft, and I kinda like it. Hope you do too!

Pairing: Commander Fox x F!Reader

Rating: M (implied sexual content, Fox insulting Thorn's caf making)

Your eyes flutter open as the first rays of Coruscant’s sunlight finally reach your eyelids. You wrinkle your nose, inhaling deeply and stretching your arms over your head. The soft snores continue on the other side of the bed, and you roll over slowly, watching the rise and fall of Fox’s back as he sleeps peacefully next to you. He��s turned away from the window, and you hope he’ll stay that way for a little while longer so the sun won’t wake him as well. Sleep doesn’t come easy to him, and he always seems dead on his feet, so you always look forward to these moments where he finally gets the rest he deserves. 

The chrono on the nightstand catches your eye. 

He’s still got a few more hours until he needs to leave. Unless Thorn summons him sooner. 

You don’t think that’s likely. When you’d met up at 79s last night, you could tell Thorn was concerned about Fox. He never expressed that concern verbally; he knew it would be a waste of breath. Fox would accuse him of worrying too much, and in the end, Thorn would sigh deeply, rolling his eyes while Fox continued to push himself beyond any reasonable limits. So Thorn had stayed quiet. But as you’d bid each other goodbye, he’d made sure to give you a pointed look. 

“You two go home and get some rest.” The “please” was implied. 

Thorn will be happy to know Fox had only stayed awake long enough to strip out of his armor and shower before conking out next to you with barely a whispered “Good night.” He’d been sleeping soundly ever since. 

Quietly, you slink out of bed, throwing on your robe. You tiptoe out of your bedroom, closing the door behind you to keep it quiet for your exhausted commander. 

The hum of Coruscant’s morning traffic is already carrying up to your windows as you make your way to your kitchen. You hum as you retrieve the caf carafe from the place you normally store it above your stove. Most days, you’re satisfied with a normal caf press, but mornings with Fox call for something more special. He was so used to whatever sludge he could get around the Senate offices, the first time you’d given him a pourover cup of caf, you thought he’d combust on the spot. From the way Thorn and Thire joked about the amount of caf he ingested, you figured it would be good for him to drink the quality stuff every now and again. He loved it. 

You get out the special caf blend that you save for when Fox is over, holding your breath as the grinder runs in the hopes that Fox’s heavy sleep will continue. When the grinder finishes, you wait a few seconds and are relieved to hear no shuffling or groans to indicate he’s awake. 

You dump the grounds in the carafe’s filter before heating some water on the stove in your kettle. Once it’s steaming, you do a small pour to allow the grounds to really bloom before you begin slowly pouring, ensuring to go at the correct pace to really bring out the flavors. The bitter, warm scent strikes your nostrils, and you hum quietly to yourself. You find comfort in the smell, and while you love caf as much as the next person, you know it’s secretly because it reminds you of Fox. 

Opening the cabinet over your head, you stand on tiptoe to reach the mugs. You find the new travel thermos you’d bought for Fox to fill with caf for him to take with him before pulling down your favorite mug and reaching for the one Fox seems to favor. You grunt with effort as your fingers can’t seem to find the handle. You’re considering the best way to climb up on the counter when a warm hand grazes the small of your back. 

“I’ve got it,” Fox rumbles softly as he reaches over your head, grabbing the mug and setting it down on the counter. 

“I’d hoped you’d sleep longer,” you say quietly, examining his face. The dark circles and bags under his eyes seem to have receded a bit. He looks a little closer to his actual biological age, despite the greying hair at his temples. You reach for the carafe, pouring his travel thermos first as his arms slide around your waist. You feel his chin rest on your shoulder. 

“I got enough. Plus, couldn’t keep sleeping when I smelled this brewing.” He turns his nose into the place where your neck meets your shoulder, inhaling deeply. “Best thing to wake up to.” 

You let the joke about whether he means you or the caf die on your tongue, choosing instead to lean back against him, enjoying the gentle scratch of his stubble against your cheek. You treasure these moments with him, particularly with how infrequent they are. He’d already warned you that he’ll be busy for the next few rotations and that it’ll be unlikely you’ll see each other. You hate it, but he had been very up front with you about what being with him entailed. 

Not even that had convinced you to not at least give it a try, and since then, every second you were with him had been worth it. 

“That’s new,” he comments, finally spotting the travel thermos. 

“Figured with as much as you drink this stuff, you’d better take some with you,” you joke. 

He hums against your skin in agreement. “Too bad that’s all I’ll have this week. Going to have to rely on the tar Thorn brews.” 

“I’ll have to teach Thorn how to do a pourover,” you tease. 

“I hardly trust him with the cheap stuff,” Fox replies. “No way I’d let him touch this.” 

“Then maybe you could learn.”

“I don’t think it’d help,” he says quietly. 

“Why not? You drink enough of it.” 

“Half the reason I drink so much caf is because I can’t sleep without you,” he rasps against your skin, and your heart stutters in your chest. “Not that I want to sleep when I’m with you.”

You smile, turning to face him and allowing your hands to drift around his neck, your fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I thought it was just because you work too much.”

“That’s the other half of it,” he concedes. “But even when I’m not working, laying in my bunk at night, all I can think of is how I’d rather be here with you.” His hands drift under your robe, pushing your nightgown up enough to grip your thighs. You giggle as he lifts you onto the counter, pressing his lips along your collarbone. “Sorry I fell asleep on you so quickly last night,” he mumbles against your skin. 

“It’s alright. Glad you could finally get some rest.” 

“How about I make it up to you now?” he asks, lifting you off of the counter. You giggle as you wrap your legs around his waist, holding on tightly to his shoulders as he starts to carry you back towards the bedroom. 

“Fox! The caf’ll get cold.”

“Let it. It’ll reheat. Right now, I’m more interested in you.”

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[verycharismaticdragon]

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[ common fandom complaint that you’re sick of hearing ]

You didn't pick a fandom so I've decided that the perfectly hinged option is to talk about fandoms in general; so here goes.

I'm deeply tired of complaints about abundances. "Why is there so much of ship X", "Why are there so many fics about Y"... And I get the frustration, I really do - it's so often I wish some concept that looks so interesting in my head was more explored, instead of everyone just repeating the popular fanon. But!

This specific way of complaining about it is just... THE most counterproductive. Because there's an obvious answer to that "why?" and it's "because people find it interesting". And saying that something a person is interested in is bad and annoying is, unsurprisingly, NOT going to make them abandon something they like and switch to whatever the complainer wants to see. At best, they'll just think the complainer is kind of an ass and keep on doing whatever they were doing; at worst, it can over time chip at their willingness to engage with that particular fandom at all. And then there's just less fancontent overall, and still no things the complainer wanted in the first place.

(As an aside, there's a similar phenomenon I see when people engage with queer media, where basically a silly indie game with queer rep will be picked the fuck apart for what it does not have, instead of, you know, being celebrated for what it did portray well. Because tearing into every queer game that comes out absolutely does not lead to more queer games with other types of rep! It's ridiculous that ppl do not seem to see that!)

And the thing is, it's very easy to take the sentiment behind such complaint, and then do positive things with it - things which, I dare say, will benefit the fandom as a whole. And it all starts with rewording that complaint. Instead of saying "there's too much of concept A", say "I would love to see concept B explored", or, "I love it when people explore concept B". Someone who had not thought of B before might consider it and become interested. Someone who thought of it but was worried it wouldn't be well-received will feel validated. Someone who did explore it will be happy - and might even pop into comments with a rec! Seriously: just channeling that frustration into a call for more content, instead of saying there's too much content, makes it more pleasant to see and more likely to actually net the reaction the complainer wants.

(It's like... reverse 'two cakes' almost. Instead of complaining you hate chocolate cake, say you wish there was a vanilla one too. Maybe someone who was afraid their vanilla cake wouldn't be well received will be running to you with it.)

After that, there's of course the option of uplifting the fanworks that do [whatever it is] right - hyping them up, spreading the word, writing the author a long-ass comment. And one can always cook their own meals too! Yes, even if one isn't a creative; sometimes a screenshot of canon material with a short comment is all it takes to make the gears in someone else's head turn. (Spoken as someone who definitely did get ideas from exactly such posts.)

Anyway, tl;dr: I wish ppl would stop complaining there's too much of [some fandom content], and started to channel that energy into hyping up the content they would like to see. This would be more productive, and just plain more pleasant for everyone involved.

[stedes-incredible-library]

hey there! thank you so much for this gem of a blog. I look forward to your posts. my fav type of fic is really tropey dubcon (think sex pollen / something made them do it / non con drug use, etc) where they both actually do want it so, even tho one always feel guilty, there’s a happy ending. do you have any recs along those lines? Thank you 💕

Hi Nonnie! You didn't specify a ship so we've included a variety. We're also not sure if you have read these before, because we started our hunt in some predictable tags (sex pollen, fuck or die, bad guys made them do it, etc). You didn't include omegaverse in your trope list, but some has been included here because heats provide a lot of fodder for this type of dubcon. The dubious-ness of the consent varies in the fics listed here so please read with care and attention to ships, summary, and tags for content. There is also our previous dub con rec list to review from back in August!

Pollen Season by Dracothelizard [E], 8k

An exploration mission Stede goes on with Roach and Lucius goes terrible wrong.

Or terribly right.

The Fucking Tea by Dracothelizard [E], 21k

Calico Jack gives Stede some aphrodisiac tea and leaves to shore with the rest of the Revenge crew, whoever can possibly help Stede with his unbridled horniness?

(It's Ed.)

Unnamed mutual noncon (Ed/Stede) by Dracothelizard [E], 686

This is a ficlet that ends before anything explicit occurs, and therefore before there's any chance to discuss and come to a true happy ending. There are a few other dubcon ficlets in this collection - sift through and proceed with attention to the chapter titles.

We Do Not Follow Maps to Buried Treasure by CartoonMayor (aka @zombee) [E], 5.6k

Stede is taking Ed on another treasure hunt to some supposed sea god's cave.

Things do not go as planned.

Let your yes be yes by emzash [E], 3.9k

Can’t we talk about this?” Stede asks, like there are any words that exist to solve this problem.

“What the fuck, no we can’t talk about it,” Ed says. “I need you. You’re here. Can we just get on with it?”

“You need me now,” Stede tells him. “But what about when your heat is over? What then?”

“You can leave me again straight after,” Ed says, refusing to let the hurt surface over the desperate need in his body. “Don’t worry Stede. I don’t expect anything else."

Do You Need Anybody by sinuous_curve [E], 4.6k

Heat catches Ed by surprise as a cramp that cuts him deep down in the pit of his belly.

Ed does not need a helping hand. Stede's offering anyway.

lord, my body has been a good friend by mtothedestiel [E], 4.6k

Stede is like a walking nest.

A Push, A Shove by LeatherCropTop [E], 25k

Stede was never particularly good at being an alpha. He thinks of himself as others always have, a worthless, incapable excuse for an alpha. After he meets Ed, that starts to change. The two of them fall in love, circling each other for days on end, but neither of them makes a move. Then Stede's behavior begins to change in a way like never before, unbeknownst to himself. The alpha instincts begin to trickle out until, like the flick of a switch, he suddenly goes feral.

Even for an alpha like Stede, turning feral is ravenous and being anywhere near them is dangerous, but the only way for a feral alpha to go back to normal is for them to mate and if the alpha doesn't mate in time, they will die. Ed isn't going to let Stede die.

who would trade that hum of night by CyborgShepard [E], 8.8k NOTE: not quite a fully happy ending, but not not

He’d thought the boy dead. Was glad for it, for a time, too. Murdering is one thing, but this — what’s happened to Spriggs now — it doesn’t sit right with Izzy.

He can imagine how he’d spluttered his thanks, wheezing up half the Atlantic like he was wringing a cloth, when Calabran’s lot fished him out of the water. He can imagine how Spriggs would’ve said it all, in that lilting, dour way. He might’ve demanded a blanket, or a berth, or water. Can imagine that he didn’t stay thankful for all too long after. 

It’s not sentiment, Izzy tells himself. 

release in sodomy (one sweet moment) by calicojackofficial [E], 3.3k NOTE: happy ending somewhat author's note reliant

The crew of the Revenge gets captured and during an interrogation attempt, Edward gets dosed with a sex pollen serum. That's not what they meant to do, so the guards lock Ed up with a bound and helpless Izzy. Izzy gets something he's always wanted but could never ask for. For as long as it lasts.

soft spot (for hard stuff) by bitethehands [E], 1.9k

“He’s much sweeter like this,” Stede is saying, even though Ed’s clearly not listening, “isn’t he?”

Ed has given him no indication of anything even marginally close to recognition in several minutes, now, because he’s been busy staring. Staring at Izzy, who so far doesn’t seem necessarily aware that Ed’s even here. It’d almost be normal, the strangeness of his being in Stede’s cabin aside. Except he’s naked and blushing from head to toe.

the promise of the joker and the fool by @thesoulundone [E], 7.1k

He's here, in a shitty little tavern, in a shitty little corner, drinking liquor that burns all the way down, stoking the fire he's already got burning in his belly. He's sitting on the other side of the table to Jack - Jack, who's got his arm slung casually around Izzy's shoulders. All Ed can think about, the persistent thudding pulse of his brain, is getting in between them.

Izzy. Izzy who's a fucking omega, revelation of the fucking year. Izzy, whose second heat aboard ship had been just as unpleasant as the first, who'd barely come out of it when they made port, whose dark-ringed eyes and stiff movement made Ed's fingers itch with the need to tear someone's throat out about it. Izzy, who's wearing a fucking collar now; shiny, good quality leather, wide and thick and cleverly made, though the craftsmanship doesn't do anything to disguise the fact that it's locked shut.

Let us know if you enjoyed this list! Did we skip your favorite tropey happily-ever-after dubcon? Chime in!

As always, please let the authors know that you enjoyed their fics with kudos and comments.

~Mod A

[the---hermit]

Do you have any advice or tips of how to get out of a reading slump? I used to read a lot, but I've been having difficulty of pick up any books for some years.

Sorry for any grammatical errors and for asking out of nowhere. Feel free to ignore this question if you want.

Hello anon and don't worry my inbox is always open! I was considering making a post about good books to get you out of reading slumps but I am not sure when I'll manage to get that out so I'll start by giving you some ideas with this answer.

Firstly read books you are excited about, and dnf them if you aren't vibing with them there is no shame in not finishing books, and it makes no sense to struggle when you don't like something

Consider reading multiple books together. I personally risk reading slumps when I have one single book in my currently reading list, because I like to have options depending on what mood I am on

Audiobooks are a great option to help you out.

Same things with graphic novels

Another great options are collection of short stories, you can pick the book up with no pressure of remembering things because usually you can read the whole story in one sitting (in this cathegory a great options are collection of fairy tales if you like them, they are usually very short and lighthearted)

Consider creating a reading routine, even if it's just sittinf down 10 minutes each day (cosider this well enough cause in some cases it is helpful but in others can make reading a burden which is not our goal here, but I want to give you all the options) I recently posted my reading routine here.

These are the tips that came to mind right away, I cannot stress enough that reading ahould be a pleasure so don't force yourself when you don't feel like it, but I get that it's annoying when you want to read but cannot do that. An additional thing that might help you is consiming bookish content like a podcast or youtube, sometimes hearing people talking about reading in an exciting way can help you be excited about reading again. Additionally I have a post on tips on how to read more, not sure if it can be helpful but I'll link it anyway just in case. I hope I was helpful, as I said I plan on more posting something more specific in the near future so keep an eye out for that. If you feel like you'd like a book rec list for that I could try to anticipate that post!

[dirty-bosmer]

Me again lol. don't know why I asked the last q on anon. I just made a new blog for fandom stuff and am self conscious cause I don't have much on it. Didn't want you thinking I was a bot! Anywho, I've calmed down and actually have another question re: fic writing. I'm considering writing an Oblivion fic (thank you SO MUCH for the insp, fell in love with fic again while reading yours) and am wondering : What was your inspiration for Lucien and his relationship with Nim? It's so deliciously twisted, and I have only read one other fic that braves the territory you do (have you read Love and Blood on FF? also themes of obsession and the author's Lucien is VILE). Kinda rare to see a story that's not afraid of making him actually villainous, wicked, and believably the murderous lunatic he is in game (I dont want prince charming anymore!!!) I mean hear me out, the fanon is fun too and I got a kick out of it for years, but it's SO refreshing to read something beyond another iteration of the smooth, suave, reticent but romantic characterization in dozens of Lucien/Silencer fics.

Got any book recs for characters or relationships like the ones you write about? (hope this okay. I'm srsly just so excited rn like u kno the feeling when you finally get a fic that does it the way you see in your head and are like YES THAT LET ME CONSUME IT anywho here i'm rambling again good day)

My kind of people lmao. First of all, goodness, thank you again! I don’t know what I’m going to do with all these compliments besides become a puddle on the floor. 

That is seriously so sweet of you (despite the morbid nature of the content you are complimenting). And yeah, look, it's a story about two murderers and their descent into madness. The companionship forged between them is obviously not going to be pretty, heh. For a long while, however, I was worried no one would like it cause I gleaned that fanon Lucien is a little more... tame? Or he’s sexy XD Anyway, I've had people comment on how much of a sicko edgelord he is in the fic (both positively and negatively lol). I really appreciate that you love what I’ve done with him but just want to say there is no right or wrong way to do it! There’s stuff out there for everyone’s taste, and I am not and never will write with the intention of making the story palatable to everyone. I decided to give it my all writing him menacing and icky and pyscho cause that’s what intrigued me,. I'm happy with it! And I am Infinitely more happy that you like it too 🥰

And yeah, it makes me feel weird to say aloud that I love all that dark, twisted stuff in fiction, but the heart wants what it wants 🤷‍♀️ I just love a “romance” story that's not actually a romance at all but rather a work of horror— an exploration of the dark recesses of the human psyche that breed obsession and the all-consuming need to devour. I got a healthy, fulfilling relationship irl. I want my fictional characters to squirm a bit, and damn but I want to be equally uncomfortable when I indulge, ya know??

Gonna put the rest under a cut here:

As for inspiration regarding the relationship/Lucien, this is gonna sound so weird lol but Griffith and Guts from Berserk, Hannibal the TV show, the band Deftones (hit me up for song recs). Some creepy uncomfy books that explore similar dark themes: Damage by Justine Hart, The Vegetarian by Han Kang, Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov, You by Caroline Kepnes, Boy Parts by Eliza Clark. Also soooo many movies. There are too many to name (hit me up again hehe).

For Lucien, p much anytime I read/watch a character being a sick little freak I take note of it (see above). I’ve also listened to Dr. Ramani Durvasula’s podcasts about narcissism (she is a doctor of psychology and a leading expert in the field who was studying narcissism loooong before it became a commonly known personality trait). It really helped me understand the human capacity for manipulation and cruelty, how someone can go through life working to get what they want while only being capable of loving themselves. 

Oh, and you know, I looked it up and think I started Love or Blood a really long time ago but haven’t read any fic on FF in years cause the site is p much unusable to me. Was it about Janus Hassildor? I don’t think I ever got to the Lucien bits. Maybe I’ll pick it up again. I’ve read so many Lucien fics, I can surely read another, and if it’s similar tropes, I’ll probably enjoy it. 

While I have your attention, I would be remiss to not mention some other DB/Lucien fics that I enjoy. Next of Kin features a younger Lucien, and he and Tal (the MC) are delightful and dirty and so real. They have a great dynamic. The relationship feels earned. Also Lucien is believably a career assassin and rotten at the core while also retaining his humanity and the capacity for tenderness. I’m picky with romance in general. I can't do heavy handedness and often times I find the characterization of a loving Lucien kind of contrived or saccharine or just not for me (and that’s okay! It wasn’t written for me. We all have our preferences and mine do not skew tender D:), but this is flawlessly executed, lemme tell you. The writing is PHENOMENAL. Truly some of the best I’ve read among fic. I’ve raved about it on my blog, as it’s quite rare to find a story that balances its themes as well as this does. Also Fortune’s Favorite is very dear to me. It features another monstrous Lucien who is undeniably gross and predatory. He’s not the main focus, but the story is otherwise full of angst and sadness. So too light and love and oof, I got misty eyed at several parts. There are multiple relationships in this fic, each of them juicy, but Lucien’s relationship with the MC is a horrific descent, quite a disaster (in the best of ways) and truly so entertaining to read.

So yeah that was... a lot lol. Hope it helps. Also please tag me in anything you write! I get so excited to see new Oblivion fics and would love to talk shop and writing. It’s how we learn knew things and improve :)) 

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Hi, other enjoyer of Bog content here. I'm just...disappointed at this point. I know no one's perfect but like I just want a content creator that I enjoy to not have a glaring aspect that saps enjoyment of their content whenever I know/remember it.

While I don't have a "defined" opinion on the Discourse (I mean, from what I've read of both points I guess I'd fall under proshipper? Like some ships I simply Do Not Enjoy Knowing About for various reasons but also I don't think we should give anyone widescale content moderation power for any reason), his behavior is frankly becoming a genuine turnaway. It's clear he has his stance, you have yours, and I'd rather him make peace with that and refrain from haunting blogs like yours.

Sorry for the rant, just wanted to get this off my chest because these last couple days have dealt psychic damage to me as a follower.

Hey anon, no worries. I understand the frustration. I try to keep parasocial shit to a minimum, but there's still that desire for, like.... "can we have just ONE case that's not a raging trashfire?" lmao

If you're into horror LPs, I can at least rec you a LPer that I've had good luck with, but I understand that's a hugely different area of entertainment

Anyway, I'm honestly in the same boat as you - hell, I used to be way more distant from it all and thought it was niche fandom bullshit. And it probably still is! But it keep getting everywhere and it has the kind of people who say "you disagreed with me, so you're lying about being a CSA survivor" (things that have happened to me MULTIPLE timese now, one time because I said an anime woman's mid boobs didn't mean she was minor-coded), so now I guess it's just my problem!

But the solution to that is always going to be better education (both on a proper level, like sex ed classes, and then in fandom to teach stuff like proper tagging/blocking etc).

Thinking getting rid of all the icky fiction would have a noticeable affect against abusers is.... naive at best.

[northerngoshawk]

👀💯💘 and 😭 for the fic rec asks! (- thinkingisadangerouspastime)

thanks for the ask @thinkingisadangerouspastime!

4. 👀 A fic that you love a normal amount

@chocomd’s Without Water! THE ANGST. THE WORRY. THE LOVE. DID I MENTION THE ANGST? EEEEEEEEEEEE

no but FOR REAL! the way choco characterizes Katara in this fic, the way she writes the intimacy between Katara and Aang, the way she is able to emulate the worry and the guilt and the shame from Katara using even just her sentence structures... and did i mention the angst????

*ahem* anyways yes i love this fic a normal amount.

7.💯 A fic that makes you think #writergoals

ooooooof. this is kind of a hard one. there are SO MANY writers i know that are so, so good at what they do, and i admire every single one of them

however, i think the one fic that was the cornerstone to my writing introspection fics was your Katara-centric fic, broken pieces still belong. this fic made such a strong impression on me that it inspired me to write the avatar's fear, my very first Aang-centric fic that paved the way to my writing introspection fics today. the characterizations, the internal & external dialogue, the introspection, everything about this fic made me want to reach a point where i can write like that.

also, i get you might not be fond of this fic now, looking back on how rough the writing might feel today, but it really helped me expand my horizons to being more than an angst writer, haha.

12. 💘 A fic you couldn’t stop reading once you started

for this question, i think i’ll go with @itsmoonpeaches​’s The Ghosts That We Knew. i think i’ve read a few of her other fics beforehand, but i distinctly remember reading this fic. it was completed by the time i found it, but from the first chapter, i knew i had to get to the end. i don’t even know what exactly drew me into it. maybe it was the spirity shenanigans, maybe it was the Kataang premise (i was v excited to read more Kataang content haha), but whatever it was, it got me hooked.

18. 😭 A fic that ripped your heart out (but it hurt so good)

how did i know this one was coming okay, so this is a strange one to ask me haha, mostly because i... can’t feel emotions when i read/write. not viscerally, anyways. i might feel a bit of heaviness in my chest, depending on what the subject is, but otherwise, i have almost never, ever been moved to the point of actual tears. there have been some exceptions, but it’s only when it feels so very specific to some... negative emotions i’ve had about myself.

with that being said, there is a fic that really made me feel more than heavy, and that’s @chocomd‘s fic Lullaby for the Departed. it’s such a heavy fic that deals with (tw) miscarriage and loss and grief and death. i’ve always had a penchant for thinking on death and grief and what it means, and this fic really knocks it out of the ballpark. i’ve almost been scared to revisit it because i’m not sure i can get through it a second time without breaking into actual tears, haha. still have yet to have my heart ripped out so viscerally, tho, so this is the best answer i can give for now.

thanks for the ask!

Send me a number or emoji (+ optionally, a ship) for a fic rec!

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#5

yes, i’m crying to matilda by harry styles

171 notes - Posted May 20, 2022

#4

how he handles you on your period

rafe cameron x reader

genre: fluff

warnings: menstration and rafe being a comical genius...

a/n: feel like dropping something spontaneously lmao… also, this is not proofread

notes: also, keep in mind they live in an apartment together not the house.

you're staying the night at rafe's apartment for the first time and of course something has to happen..

when you wake up the next morning, you wake up to an empty bed without rafe in site. however, the smell of eggs and toast lingers in the air.

you get up slowly on to feel an ache in you abdomen. normally, this means, but it can't be right?

you look down onto the bed and well...

shit.

blood. on. his. sheets.

"he's definitely not gonna like that." you whisper with worry. how can i fix this? you quickly start taking the sheets off the bed.

just as you’re done taking the sheets off, rafe yells "baby? you comin? come on i made eggs and toast.”

“yeah, coming!” you yelled, trying to hurry up and bring the sheets to the washer… you creep down the stairs slowly, trying not to make a sound.

“baby. what are you doing?”

“holy shit, rafe you scared me!” you yelp.

“well what do you have to be scared about beautiful?” he says, with a smile growing onto his warm face.

ok guys, we all know rafe is no genius.. he only knows what periods are because he lives in a house with three women.

anyways, so when he sees the dull red stain on the sheet he knows and like the gentleman he is, he takes them.

“oh no no no, baby you shouldn’t take those.” you say with a tinge of embarrassment laced in your tone.

“baby it’s okay… go into my bathroom and look in the left cabinet under the sink. everything you need should be there. i’m gonna take these downstairs, you’re gonna clean yourself up, sit that pretty butt down in bed, and let me take care of you.” rafe says, his slight smirk growing into a smile.

you’re shocked, when did he have the time to do this? “hey since when do you keep period stuff in you’re bathroom?” you ask, confusion evident on your blushing face.

“well… i mean ever since i started dating you, i just thought that i should keep stuff like that around. i want you to be comfortable at all times around me sweetheart.”

and this was the moment you knew that rafe cameron was something special… you extend your arms out and wrap them around him, giving him the hardest squeeze you could while moving your face into the crook of his neck.

“love you rafey.” you whisper.

“i love you too, now get your pretty ass in bed right now.” he laughs, placing a kiss on your temple and giving a quick swat to your bum.

tagging (for exposure): @benedictsmuse @raeganstyles @c4m3ron @thatfangirl42

362 notes - Posted July 14, 2022

#3

moreidsdaughter’s 800 follower fic recommendations part 2

this part is all for the other fandoms i follow/pay attention to!! again i wanna bring light to content creators, especially writers, so let’s get on with this shindig!!

harry potter

the golden era

draco malfoy:

my sunshine - @mellifluousart

meet my parents - @mellifluousart

rain and sun - @mellifluousart

Rainfall - @sapphicwhxre

sweater weather - @elysianrogers

in his eyes - @dracosaurusrex

Bookworms - @dracosaurusrex

theodore nott:

as the world caves in - @kpostedsum

teddy’s girl - @cobrakaisb

baby - @cobrakaisb

harry potter:

girls like her - @sapphicwhxre

love language - @drayart

in a mood for shopping - @leydileyla

hermione granger:

dating hermione as a slytherin - @sapphicwhxre

morning melodies - @sapphicwhxre

the lighting era

remus lupin:

i love you so - @saintlike78

first date - @drayart

sweater  - @earlgreydream

dating remus lupin - @earlgreydream

sweet comfort - @heloisedaphnebrightmore

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465 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

#2

moreidsdaughter 800 follower fic rec list part 1!!!

hi guys! this will be the first part of the celebration for 800 of you beautiful people! the reason why i chose to do a list is because i think that creators and writers in fandoms deserve more light! making this list is a reminder to you and i to support the people that make this community so so special!! thank you to these writers for bettering the cm, harry potter, and a few other fandoms!!

criminal minds:

emily prentiss:

bait babes - @ssa-sugar-tits

physical comfort - @mrvltwimagines

intro - @ssajemilyprentiss

cramps and wine - @lesssermatters

baby, you’re my new years’ eve - @spencers-renaissance

carolina masterlist - @stxrrywildflower

spencer reid:

love and audible - @agentsoftie

early stages - @leahseclipse

cramps - @stxrrywildflower

you don’t need to prove yourself to me - @fredweaslcy

call it what you want - @alltooreid

never forget - @reidslibrarybook

do the stars gaze back? - @fiftyshadesofspencerreid

just your average rainy - @shemarmooresfedora

angelic in my clothes - @wonderlandhatter

secret girlfriend - @reids-rendering-reality

dandelions - @luvspence

wardrobe malfunctions - @luvspence

sage-coloured glasses - @sunlitspence

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Complicated feelings

This is, in a way, another removed/unfinished bit from my review, with some pretty hefty more recent additions. It was intended and still is intended as a service for potential readers, specifically ones who might have complicated feelings about Dave and Bro, and would like to get a better sense of how this topic is handled in the fic before they commit.

I’m putting my actual discussion under a readmore, because better safe than sorry. I don’t think I’m going to any particularly disturbing place with it, but some people who follow me may not want to see this issue discussed on their dash at all. (See tags for content warning.)

The Bro and Dave situation is - this is probably extremely unsurprising to people who know anything at all about Homestuck - the biggest issue I struggled with in trying to write my review/rec thing. It’s a topic I have Complicated Feelings™ about, and I felt I should probably Say Something About It™ in my rec, mainly because I didn’t want to send people unwarned towards something that may range from severely unpleasant to actively triggering for some, depending on their own experiences.

To be clear: the relationship between the two teen Daves and Bro - i.e., the relationship between two kids and their former abuser - absolutely is at the heart of this fic.

As you know if you’ve read my rec, I ended up basically not talking about this at all - even though it is, as I said, absolutely central. This is mostly because I did not feel qualified to address it in a useful way. Also, any attempt to tackle it almost inevitably started taking over the entire review. (I mean, look at the length of this thing here. Sheesh.) Anyway, I figured eventually, there is enough info in the tags of the fic on AO3, and in the front matter of the first chapter, to give a newly arrived reader at least *some* sort of warning, if they need it.

There was enough there, in fact, to warn *me* away, initially. I only came back via someone’s bookmark, I think, or possibly a rec somewhere. I’m glad I did, obviously. And the fic did not, for me, cross any lines I have issues with in fiction, even though I had worried that it might. Other readers’ feelings about this may differ, of course. I can really only offer my own reaction here, in the hope that it may help potential readers with sensitivities in this direction to gauge their own possible reactions - if that is something they would like to do, in advance.

I do not have first-hand abuse experience, at least not with parental/familial abuse - I was pretty thoroughly bullied, including physically, by fellow students, but that’s a fairly different kind of thing - so none of this, neither in canon nor in fic, is personally triggering to me, no matter how it is handled. Nevertheless, even as someone who reads primarily angst fic about very heavy subject matters, there are things I simply, personally, strongly do not want to read, in fic. One of those is abuse apologism. And, having been in fandom for a very long time, and mostly having liked characters who’ve done terrible things, I know that fic, in general, runs rife with that. (I’m not saying you can’t or shouldn’t write or read stuff like that; it’s fic, it’s the playground of the subconscious, and characters aren’t people; do what you need, here. Just, *I* really don’t want to read it.)

So. The Run and Go is, make no mistake about it, *intensely* invested in the relationship between the Daves and Bro. It’s also invested in Bro himself. There is a clear, ongoing project here, for Bro to “become better”, and of constructing a path for these three to move forward, somehow, together - and that is probably utopian, an impossible fairytale ending, in terms of real world psychology. It’s also something I can very well imagine being in itself upsetting, to some readers.

This project of a better future will only be even remotely plausible with a certain *kind* of Bro, of course. The range of Bros that could be considered potentially supported by canon is vast, and on the far end, there be monsters. Of necessity, for reconciliation of some sort to seem at all possible, a story needs to present us with a Bro who exists on the “lesser awfulness” end of the scale, and that is what TRaG does.

(For what it’s worth, in the light of Dirk as seen in Homestuck proper, and the fact that Bro is a version of Dirk, a “less awful” Bro does make a certain sense to me, even in canon, although I also consider darker interpretations well supported.)

Mind you, a “less awful” Bro is still pretty bad. He has to be, if you take canon at all seriously. He’s not “just misunderstood”. He’s a deeply, sometimes dangerously dysfunctional human being. There are reasons for this (not even just the one, obvious one); and TRaG has empathy for him. Which isn’t the same as excusing him.

What is important to me here is that in pursuing its project, the story doesn’t take the easy route. It explains, but it doesn’t justify. It never forgets about the Daves’ pain; it pretty solidly centres and prioritises the Daves’ emotional needs, and it doesn’t ever give us straightforward progress or miraculous epiphanies, because those would make neither psychological nor moral sense here.

Some edges do get sanded off a little too completely, for my taste, but overall things stay emotionally complicated and kind of fucked up – as they should be, as they would be - even as they slowly get better in the long view

Better is always a relative term.

[buttercupjosh]

Rant: I gotta say being blocked on here because I don’t tag my posts according someone else’s preferences is so silly to me. I do tag my personal writing fics but not for my fic recs list to their standards. That makes me feel so deeply hurt because I don’t like the feeling of knowing that I’m blocked by someone (which I take being blocked very personally), especially by someone who’s content I’ve supported through some of my own reblogs in the past.

I don’t get why myself and probably other lots of people are caught in their crossfire when there’s a beautiful thing on this site called tag filtering AND YOU CAN FILTER OUT THE TAGS YOU DON’T WANT TO SEE ON HERE WITHOUT HAVING TO BE A PRICK (YES YOU) AND BLOCK PEOPLE OR EVEN BETTER, JUST SCROLL PAST THE STUFF YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN. HOW ON EARTH AM I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOUR TAG PREFERENCES? I FULLY UNDERSTAND THAT YOU CAN CURATE YOUR EXPERIENCE HOWEVER YOU WANT ON HERE BUT SOME OF Y’ALL ARE ACTING LIKE CLOWNS AND NEED TO BE FOR FREAKING REAL INSTEAD OF BLOCKING PEOPLE OVER THE SILLIEST AND DUMBEST THINGS. I CAN SEE BLOCKING SOMEONE BECAUSE THEY SAID SOMETHING YOU DIDN’T LIKE OR SUPPORT SOMETHING YOU DEEPLY DISLIKE OR IF THEY DIRECTLY HARASS YOU BUT OVER SOMETHING AS SIMPLE AS TAGS (TAGS THAT ARE NOT EVEN CONNECTED TO SMUT OR CERTAIN SENSITIVE TOPICS) IS SO, SO STUPID TO ME.

(The person I’m talking about isn’t going to unblock me anyways because I don’t fit into their strict definition of parameters/boundaries on this site so if they see this somehow, I apologize in advance for everything that I’m saying throughout this chaos post.

Just know that you really hurt my feelings very badly over something so, so small according to such an extremely petty definition of curating your feed to your expectations and it made me extremely upset and pushed me over the edge/off the rails a bit because I was worried that I did something wrong to you or posted something bad to warrant being blocked so that’s why I’m ranting so intensely about it (I also have anxiety and can get overwhelmed easily but I don’t take it out by blocking people either, I just step away from what’s making me feel that way). I also think that the way how you’re curating feed is a bit extreme and a bit unnecessary in a sense for Tumblr or any social media site (yeah, tons of people post content about stuff or players I don’t like or want to interact with on here but I’m not blocking them for just existing. I just ignore it and move on). Also, because you blocked me, too bad you can’t see that I’ve supported you through some of my reblogs and I never used any of your gifs on any of my fics or other posts before so you cannot claim that I’m a content stealer by any means to justify blocking me either. I obviously can’t block you back since you already did it to me first but you don’t understand how much it pains me to see your content that I like come up and I can’t interact with it. It’s also funny to me, that on Tumblr, content sharing is greatly encouraged and you’re purposely gatekeeping people from that (you know that you make content for a player who is a bit underrated on here now) by blocking them because they don’t fit your tag standards.

Another thing, just because you tell people not to take it personally because being blocked doesn’t bother you, that doesn’t mean I’m not going to take it personally. You obviously don’t truly care about how other people would feel about your actions that you say you do for your sanity (Tumblr is known for being chaotic and this is coming from someone who follows thousands of blogs on here). Remember, you hurt my feelings and possibly others first so I suggest not crying to your followers that hurt feelings are coming back to you in a way. This rant and criticism isn’t bullying either because if it was, I would be saying way worse things or encouraging others to be mean to you. If this post hurts you, it hurts you and I’m sorry for being this petty, I get it, I’m clearly emotional about it and I have rejection sensitivity issues but just remember that you’re actively hurting other people much more with your actions than a post that’s subtweeting/throwing shade at your gatekeeping behavior in the name of blog management.