#fic : if we were lovers

[keicordelle]

I know I've seen fics of Zhongli and Neuvillette meeting, either antagonistically or to solve some quirk of draconian biology (or because Zhongli has to come bail out his stupid husband from prison), but I want to see Zhongli and Wriothesley together, just sampling tea and exchanging notes on prefered brewing methods and blends. Both of them just sitting there contentedly, getting on like ducks in a pond, while Neuvillette just stews in the background. Childe's at the next table over just grateful someone else is occupied drinking the leaf water instead of him for a change

[silverameco]

sometimes you're reading a slow burn wolfstar fic and you become James in just lovers, thinking over and over again just shag, just shag, just fucking shag already

[schminnie]

god help me i am doing something so stupid rn. her name is fancy and she is literally the worst. no they do not get along (yet)

[bloobydabloob]

Exclusively stupid stuff. Comic con today

[none-of-it-was-accidental]

i miss zar's reggie, he's just another level of unhinged

[irlronannlynch]

Marauders fandom is all about foregoing canon and making everyone gay so WHY ARENT THERE MORE CANON DIVERGENCE FICS LIKE JUST LOVERS like fuck the war fuck Voldemort fuck the prank fuck Peter being a traitor WHY CANT THEY ALL JUST GROW UP BEING SILLY LITTLE WIZARDS HAVING FUN AND FALLING IN LOVE IS THAT SO MUCH TO ASK

[reggieblk]

if we were lovers MEMES

Link to the fic

Ignore all typos and spelling mistakes pls. Under the cut are memes specific to certain parts of the fic, so don't look if you want to avoid spoilers.

SPOILERS AHEAD

ACT I

ACT II SCENE 10 (& ACT V SCENE 3)

ACT III (GEN)

ACT III SCENE 6

ACT III SCENE 12

ACT IV SCENE 7

ACT IV SCENE 10

ACT V (GEN)

ACT V SCENE 4

ACT V SCENE 7

[pottermore07]

Therapy?

Expensive.

Imagining James Potter looking at Regulus like THIS and calling him love?

Free.

[euphorial-docx]

in every zeppazariel universe, jegulus is bound to happen. also in every zeppazariel universe, james beats the living shit out of mulciber.

[muffinlance]

I would just like to take a moment to thank everyone who made Li's Friends... #72 in LGBTQ+ Travel Books.

[loserdiaz]

inspiration saturday! 💌🎸

tagged by @prince-buck-diaz @panbuckley @monsterrae1 and @honestlydarkprincess 💗 thanks lovelies

here's a snippet and a moodboard for my exes to lovers musician buck au (i can't remember if i shared this already bc it's been months but im pretty sure i haven't)

Buck and Eddie broke up on a Tuesday night, because of course they did. 

Buck had been on tour for six months at the time and turns out long distance relationships are way harder than they ever gave them credit for— not to mention the constant scrutiny and rumors they had to deal with. 

Honestly, Buck doesn't blame Eddie at all for finishing things off. Eddie was always too good to be true anyway, and he deserves better than whatever Buck could ever offer. Eddie deserves happiness and he deserves being worshiped and adored… and he deserves peace. Something Buck could never give him, no matter how much he wants to. 

Eddie called him after his last concert in London— it had been almost midnight for Buck but Eddie was just getting out of a shift and the sun was hitting his face in just the right way, making his skin look golden and tanned and so tempting. 

But Buck had immediately known something was wrong by the way Eddie's shoulders had been tense and his lips had been pursed in a fine line. 

"I can't do this anymore." Eddie had said and the wind had been knocked out of Buck in the worst way possible. "I'm sorry."

Eddie's voice had sounded controlled and the man had been avoiding eye contact like the plague. Buck had known right then and there it was over. 

Admittedly, the break up has been hard and he's been heartbroken since that video call— they couldn't even do it face to face, for God's sake— and he's been spiraling more than ever. 

Over a decade as a musician, doing this until he could perform an entire concert with his eyes closed, and he’d never once been as homesick as he was after that call. He'd never been nervous before a performance, but his stomach roiled now ominously. He’d been able to distract himself from the devastating blow, the memory of warm brown eyes and soft skin and a fond smile, for the last two days, pushing the tour crew and himself hard, pouring all of himself over his lyrics, writing heartbreaking songs after heart breaking songs, even booking some studio hours in whatever city he was at the time. If he stopped moving or thinking, there Eddie was, and Jesus, Buck'd fucking lost him. 

His jugular ached from supporting his heart. That’s where it sat after the breakup, every minute of the day; having Eddie in his life had been so painfully sweet. So much better than Buck knew life could be.

And it ended. 

Of course it did.

It always ends, Buck thinks bitterly. 

The fans and the magazines and gossip sites have been speculating about the reason like crazy for months, even from way before Eddie actually broke up with him. (Buck can't help but to resent them a little bit for that.) but nothing prepared him for this.

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[aidyaiden]

i want to start reading (maybe) "just lovers (like we were supposed to be)" by Zappazarial but i cant find it on ao3?

edit i've found this one but its by bizarrestars, did the writer change their username? :')

[sun1seeker]

rereading just lovers after the emotional pain of crimson rivers >>>>>>>

[bidisasterevankinard]

Seven Sentence Sunday

Tagged by @giddyupbuck <3333 thank you love

Me really post seven? hahaha

I wrote this scene of exes to lovers some days ago and need opinions

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context: Buck and Eddie dated after 3x10 till 3x15 when Eddie ended their relationship for "not to fall in love" cause it would make everything not convenient on work. But after lightning he can't deny he's in love and he wants to try again and tries to wait for Buck to feel better after lightning and when Buck in 6x15 talks about Natalia Eddie thinks it's too late and tries to date Marisol but after one date he goes to Buck and tell him he loves him

He never let Buck love him how the man did, but Buck still showed it to him.

But he hates that right now Buck is not just showing that he still may love him, he also shows Eddie he hates him, showing him he’s hurt. Showing that Eddie hurt him and still does it. And Eddie wants to make it better. 

He wants to put his medic hands on the wounds he created, invited under Buck’s skin, on his heart, and heal it. 

Thinking about best ways to put the bandages on Buck’s heart to give Eddie time to find the way to make Buck trust him with this again, to give him chance to keep it in his hands forever, Eddie feels how Buck ends the kiss, but doesn't go more than some centimeters from their faces.

Teal meets hazel for the first time tonight.

“I hate you so much right now,” opposite to his words, Buck only squeezes his waist tighter, almost till his nails can make him bleed.

(more feelings under cut if you want) 

Eddie wants to bleed. He carves all the pain and poison of the last days to go away with some dots of blood. He wants Buck to make him bleed how Eddie left him years ago with a bleeding heart.

“I thought I had stopped hoping. I thought I had finally moved on from you. Three years, Eddie, I was hoping for three years. I dated Taylor and sometimes hoped to wake up with you, not her, but all those times told myself to stop. I tried so hard all those years to move on, but I-I held on you, on pieces of you I still could have, so hard till I felt like trash, like a failure, like I wasn’t enough, but I never could stop. You always let me hold on to you, and I thought you do it for Chris, that you hold on me and let me hold on you for Chris, and you would never do it for us, for me. And when I found powers to finally feel like I moved on, like I’m ready to keep the hope about you aside, like I’m ready to think about my happiness, to put me first, you-you went and said you loved me,” Buck shakes his head from side to side, closing his mouth and clenching his jaws so tightly, “and I'm like a fool coming back after one snap of your fingers,” Buck is crying and Eddie knows he is the reason for every tear from blue eyes, knows he's the reason Buck is so hurt, but he's ready to beg for forgiveness every day, he's ready to never stop trying, he's ready to always admit when he hurt people he loves, even if he did it unintentional. 

“Don't start it if you’ll get scared and break up with me again. I will stay only if you promise to never do it again. Scream at me, cry with me, cry alone, have your time to collect your thoughts and come back to me, but-but don't break up with me, promise me. Promise me, Eds, or I will go away and never get back. Not for loving you at least. I’m tired of holding on to people who don't need it. Who doesn’t ready to work with me to keep us alive, to keep magic when we need fight for it,” Buck looks at him with tears streaming down his face but with face impression showing he is determined to go away if Eddie is not going to be on one page right now, ready to protect his heart and fight for himself. 

And Eddie loves him for finally putting himself first, even above Eddie’s feelings. “I promise, Evan. I promise I'm done running from my feelings. I'm done running from problems. But most importantly I'm done running from happiness. I'm ready to admire all the magic around us when it’s so easy and work for it and our love when we should if it's with you,” Eddie joins their foreheads. “I want to love you when I can, to never feel how I felt after lightning. Tomorrow isn't promised to anyone, and I want to love you today and tomorrow and all next days like the day before and only more, not just hope for the possible tomorrow to start. I want to start today,”

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[plantswithme]

never forget that it’s canon that bucky has thought about moving in with sam and that he knows sam’s not good at sharing anything

[reggieblk]

Act I of if we were lovers is out! (link to ao3)

Summary :

When Harry arrives at the most prestigious theatrical school in the country, under very suspicious circumstances, he doesn't have many expectations. The most unexpected thing he encounters, however, is one Tom Riddle. Amidst peers of great talent, his worry for his Godfather, unconventional Professors, and a vague sense of unworthiness, Harry falls in love with the only other person who deals with feelings as well as him. But maybe, just maybe, he and Tom will find out that not all love stories have to end in tragedy.

Snippet (below the cut) :

“Has it ever crossed your mind that I don’t actually give a shit about what you think?” Harry said, unable to stop himself before the words had fallen from his mouth. “Your confidence is admirable but not everyone cares about what you have to say,” he added with a bit less bite behind it—he might as well commit at that point, he thought.  It was silent in the library, the tension thick as they stared at each other. Tom’s jaw was clenched, his stare so intense Harry wondered if he was trying to kill him with his mind. Maybe when he noticed it wasn’t working he’d actually lunge across the table and try to kill him with his hands.  Harry held his gaze, refusing to back down. He’d never backed out of a fight—he wasn’t about to start now.  Tom got up suddenly, making Alphard jump beside Harry. “Call me when we get the casting,” he said, rather unexpectedly, to Theo. As he rounded the table to the stairs he stopped and turned back to Harry. “And go fuck yourself, Potter,” he spat, as if he couldn’t help himself. Harry gave him a look, leaning into the childish urge to stick his middle finger up at him with a smile. Tom’s scowl deepened and he stalked off. He seemed to be leaning into his own childishness as he slammed his bedroom door behind himself, the sound echoing around the chapel and making Harry’s ears ring.