#yr fanfic asks

[sadhappylady]

If you’re still answering the fic asks:

14, 21, 33, 37.

If there’re any duplicates - feel free to sub something you wish you’d been asked 🌻

Thanks a lot for the ask @gulliblelemon! Some of these were quite hard, so took some time to figure out (and I 'unfortunately' had to reread all of Ex by @stretchoutfics to be able to answer the first question - what is a girl gonna do?? 🤷)

14.          your choice of fanfic for each season

Spring: maybe Känsla by despassurlaneige? I think it is set during summer, actually, but it's all about new beginnings and new feelings, so it has that 'I just have to dance barefoot in the garden even though it's far too cold, because the snow is gone and the sun is warm and God! everything is just perfect' vibe, if you get what I mean.

Summer:. Matters of adjustment by @sflow-er is the summerest of all summer fics. And Ex by @stretchoutfics is a summer holiday fic that is just too extraordinary to forego.

Autumn: inte framför dina ögon utan, utan att du knappt ser det by graveyardorgarden is depressing and sad, and really nails that November feeling, just ten times worse. (TW: eating disorders. Thank god it has a sequence where they're doing better.) Heartily recommended anyway, for anyone who reads Swedish.

Winter: I already gave you all my Christmas favs, so maybe Put Me Back Together and Take My Heart by @notalotgoingonatthisinstant. A winter fic where Simon gets a head injury and Wille doesn't care what anyone says anymore. Lots of angst! (Or if it's more of a fluff day: will you hold me tight and not let go? by @toffeelemon. Valentine friends to lovers fic.)

Which is the fanfic with your favorite scene of this scenario ?

21.          a dancing scene

Definitely Dancing through life by @pagegirlintraining, because I love it! (Haha, I use every opportunity to say so.) So many great dancing scenes, but their last routine is my favourite!

33.          Henry and Walter favorite fanfic

I said I'd do a list, so here's your list 😌

Closure by @stretchoutfics. So sad. Post break-up story. Seriously so sad, but also sooo good.

You Have Reached the Voicemail Box of... Henry and Walter by @zee-has-commitment-issues (you should start from the first part of the series, though, you won't regret it). Has Walter seriously been dating Henry all this time, and not noticed?

Other people's secrets and Matters of adjustment by @sflow-er. Ace Henry friends to lovers fic. Henry is watching Wilmon being Wilmon through s1, while also having revelations about himself and his roommate. Must-read. (Matters of adjustment is the second part of the series.)

Last chance by @sflow-er. Also ace Henry friends to lovers fic/coming out fic. Super cute. 

There Is No 'Without Me' by @verukamtl. Friends to lovers fic, with lots of pining. And I seem to remember a certain hickey in there 😳 I love this one!

oops, didn't see you there by Elisabeth13. Cute, funny sickfic where Walter hates germs and Henry catches a cold.

37.          the trope you didn't expect to like

I think the YR fandom attracts writers that find nuance interesting. Which is to say that I have enjoyed some Wilmon superhero fics. I have never liked action movies or superhero stories much, because they often have very black and white perspectives. Either you are the hero, or you are the villain. But Wilmon superhero fics tend to add a lot of nuance to this picture. For instance:

Where we come from by This_time_its_just_me

what lies within by museraphoria

Falling in webs by Etvie

I'm still open for more asks, just know that if I need to find a lot of fics, the answers will be slow. Will get to it, though 💜 Or if you ever look for a fic rec later!

[geombyu]

SHOULD'VE DONE THINGS DIFFERENTLY

summary: your last time with your beloved.

pairing: husbang!nanami x gn!reader

wc: 0.4k | warnings: nanami isnt in malaysia (hes dead)

genre: short lived fluff before angst

The last time you saw Nanami was on October 31, just thirty minutes before 7 pm. 

Your husband grabbed his tie from the table—he was supposed to be done for the day and was already preparing dinner as you changed from your work clothes, but they called him for an emergency.

This wasn’t rare, it happened on the night parade of a hundred demons too. Still, you were slightly upset that he had to go so abruptly.

You hugged him and gave him a short peck on the lips, “Love you, be safe out there ‘kay?”

“I love you too, and in case I’m late coming home, please don’t stay up like last time,” he sighed, recalling the time you were still on the living room couch at four in the morning because he was out on a mission. He could tell you were just a few blinks away from completely blacking out, and he was correct because right before he could tell you he was home, you fell asleep.

He carried you back to your shared bed, tucked you in, and changed before laying beside you, hands holding you with so much care.

Waking up to find yourself in bed, Nanami’s arms still wrapped around you securely with a soft smile on his features will always be your favorite memory.

“You better be quick then, and knock them out with your extremely strong punches or whatever.” He laughs.

“I can’t promise I’ll be quick, but I promise I’ll be back.”

He hugged you one last time before going.

If you knew that you’d lose him forever that day, you would’ve never let him go. You would’ve held onto him tightly and selfishly told him to just stay, to quit being a sorcerer—quit risking his life every day and just move somewhere without the stress and noise of the city already.

But you didn’t know anything.

So completely oblivious to what would happen to the love of your life, you let him go.

Nanami Kento broke his promise and never returned, instead, the next day Shoko was the one who knocked on your door, head hung low to tell you the unfortunate news.

You wish it was just a joke, that Nanami was actually just there and he was waiting to jump out and surprise you, but no matter how long you waited, he never appeared. No matter how late you stayed up waiting, he never came back to scold you.

You cry despite not having any tears left at all; maybe this time he’ll come back to comfort you.

Maybe, just maybe, he’ll be able to glue the promise back together.

© geombyu

[kruemel8]

Who is writing the they are doing it in the fucking hallway fic?!

[writeouswriter]

Reading a fic that's so well written I wish I could close my eyes and just let the descriptions and atmosphere wash over me, but the dilemma with closing my eyes is, well, I then would not be able to continue reading this fic, now would I.

[omar-rudeberg]

Hi Lili! I just wanted to say that I love your fics and I've re-read them multiple times each and they still feel just as special in a re-read as they do the first time around. Inside is no exception. It was so beautiful, loving, but heartbreaking and devastating at the same time (I even shed a tear – or five). It really feels like you just get Wilmon, you know?

And it got me wondering how you think their first time having sex once they're back together (for good now) would happen post episode 6. Like in terms of their feelings and would it be rushed or slow, etc. I'm just really curious about your thoughts on the matter :)

Thank you for sharing your beautiful words and thoughts (even in tags) with us 💜

hello my beautiful beautiful human bean what a love letter you've left me ?! hearing you like and are moved by and go back to my silly little words? wild. astounding. unbelievable. thank you for reading & thank you for coming here to tell me. ahhh 'get' wilmon !! is there any greater accomplishment !! i sure hope you keep feeling this way !!

i've been pondering your second question for so long and i've landed somewhere i hope you agree with...

(fuck me this got more detailed than i bargained for, here have a read more whoopsie daisy)

i have this gut feeling that the first time they have sex post-canon (wild that we can now call it that !!) is ... weird. different. i don't know i can't really explain it, but why i think so is that their intimacy has always been this like, almost homing beacon for their relationship you know? it's been a northern star, a sturdy monolith of everything they feel and need from the other that they can't put into words, a balm that soothes any rough edges that arise from the many many incompatibilities of their individual existences.

it's been tender and exploratory, sweet and gripping, urgent and learnèd and all-encompassing, but it's never been ... slow? it's never been particuarly awkward. they've never had time, really, because with the exception of maybe the fish scene, every time they've had sex has been either a hello or a desperate goodbye.

all this to say that i think the first time they find to have sex post-s6 - and for some reason i picture them in simon's room when they finally get there? can't explain it - i think they fall back into this pattern of urgency and desperation and desire, but then something stops this in it's tracks. honestly i have this vision so clear of like... one of them unable to get it up the first time they want to fuck post-canon hahaha and again i can't explain it but it's true !! in my head it's wille, maybe, and it's something akin to the way - have you ever had that thing happen where you get sick right as you take leave from work to go on a holiday or something? like your body realises you don't have to be switched on for weeks and decides to give you a head cold? something akin to that. wilhelm's adrenaline has run its course and his body's not working the way it did before, it's taking a break, now. finally.

so to finally finally answer your question i think they'll want it to be fast, and suave, and smooth and sexy and dirty and similar to like ep3, but they'll be forced instead into awkward. into slow. into soothing. i picture like, lots of kissing, slow deep kissing, and nuzzling, and grinding (lord, so much grinding), and breaths fanning hot over goose-pimpled skin. i picture them slowly talking, whispering, realising they have it now - t i m e - they have time, now. they don't even have to fuck (the whole shebang) tonight if they don't want to (they do, oh they do want to but they talk about how they don't have to). they spend a lot of time not fucking anyway, just being close and naked and together. i picture them both working wille over so slowly - so gently - finding out together what places on his body react to being kissed, what has his belly pulling tight and having his dick interested, finally. i picture simon being brought to the edge once - twice, maybe - before wilhelm's finally in any state to fuck him, and then god save simon when wilhelm actually does enter him he's so hard and so sensitive and so just as;dkfjas;ldkfj;lsad

okay fuck literally everything i'm so sorry and/or you're welcome? is this what you bargained for? asd;lfj;lsadkjf

(if you made it this far go to my request for prompts next please i think i've put you in the right mindset)

[piebingo]

what are your favourite fics from Simon's POV? 😊

I was patiently waiting for ao3 to be back up to make a (incomplete) list!

Little Light by @unfortunate17

Wilhelm never returned to Hillerska after winter break. Ten years later, Simon watches him come out on national television. Then, they reconnect.

Lilac Grove by wilmonlibrarian

Simon is a Borrower, a little being that lives in the walls and under the floorboards. He's in charge of gathering food and supplies for his family. One day, on such a mission, he meets a human that changes the trajectory of his life. When offered to surrender a piece of himself in exchange for the opportunity to be human too, he takes a chance on love. But fairytales are never as easy as that.

Like because, love despite by @girls-are-weird (I’m not sure if this one is alternating pov? But I know there is Simon’s pov!)

Wilhelm and Simon are a pair of overworked, underpaid assistants who team up to gain their supervisors' favor by bringing them together for a joint venture. It might be the best worst idea they've ever had.

All my loving (I will send to you) by @pagegirlintraining

In which Simon finds an unsent love letter from Wille and decides to reply in big style.

You’re still the one by queerfrogprince

AKA Simon has only ever loved two boys: Harry Styles, and Prince Wilhelm of Sweden.

Fighting dragons with you by @daylightsimon

“You have another knight in shining armor come to rescue you from my evil clutches and my murderous dragon,” Simon comments blandly, handing his husband a cup of coffee, “he should be here by this afternoon.” (Witch!simon au)

I’m sure I have more in my bookmarks, but those were the first ones I saw!

[unfortunate17]

If you're still taking requests, would you write your version of the season 3 party scene? I can't wait until Wilmon can do more than just stare at each other. Love your writing btw! Please write more!

Me 🤝 Wille, being ramble-y drunks. They still do their fair share of staring, sorry anon, it's a Wilmon classic. Also thank you so much for the kind words! I hope you like this, I wrote it all in one sitting while a little wine drunk haha.

The music at the palace is so loud that the floor vibrates with every hit of the base.

Simon's sitting beside two girls that are making out tenderly, caught between their bodies and the arm of the couch. He’s restless and alone, wants to stop mindlessly scrolling through Instagram, put his phone away, and plaster himself to Wilhelm's side where he would feel at most ease. 

Wilhelm had been the one to insist that Simon accompany him tonight. He’d led him here with clasped hands, animated and bright under the dark sky as he chattered on and on, drunk and joyous. Simon had been happy to stumble along, grinning up at him in that besotted way that never failed to make Wilhelm smug. 

Now, though, he's a little regretful. 

The lemonade in his cup is lukewarm and flat. He's sore from the rowing machines in PE, cold from the biting chill in the room that no-one else seems to mind in their alcohol induced haze. He's half debating on making a break for it, but the wondrous sight of Wilhelm doubled over in laughter keeps him in place. 

Wilhelm is in the middle of a semi-intense game of beer pong with some of the Forest Ridge boys, rowdy cheers going up every time one of them ended up having to chug a glass of whatever concoction they’d created. Wille is stumbling over his feet, face pink with alcohol, starry-eyed and oh-so lovely. 

Simon is still mulling this particular discovery over in his mind. That alcohol makes Wilhelm sleepy and affectionate, makes him bounce around to electronic music with friends while he begs a bashful Simon to join him in all his left-footed glory. 

The girls at his side laugh, whispering some secret between them as they make their way out of the palace. Simon watches them leave, a tad envious. There’s a loneliness to Hillerska that he will likely never shake, not even with Wille at his side. 

He stretches out across the now vacant couch and downs his lemonade in an effort to be free of holding the damn thing. With faint amusement, Simon watches as Wille mirrors his motion, chugging the last standing cup on his side of the table while the boy beside him groaned in defeat. 

He likes this side of Wille. The teenage boy of it all. Messy and uncoordinated and free. 

When Wilhelm catches his gaze, Simon drops it, flushed and oddly embarrassed. But even inebriated, Wille clocks his staring, and it makes him grin instantly, face splitting wide in smug joy. 

At once, Simon scrambles to sit up, but Wille is at his side in a heartbeat. “Hi,” he beams, casually tossing his empty cup to land behind the couch. Briefly Simon wonders who actually cleans this place. “How’s it going over here?”

Simon snorts, “Good. How’re you?”

Wille slides to his knees on the cold, concrete floor, easing Simon back into the couch with a hand pressed to the center of his chest. “I lost at pong,” he tells him seriously. “The cups were really small. It’s hard to get the ball in.”

Simon can’t quite hold back a burst of laughter. “Yeah?”

Wilhelm frowns. “Did you see me lose?”

Simon turns on his side to face him, carding a hand through Wilhelm’s sweaty hair. “I did, sorry.”

“It’s okay, everyone loses sometimes,” Wille leans into his touch, humming happily. “What’d you wanna do now? My knees hurt.” 

Simon stifles a laugh. He sits up, patting the space beside him on the couch. “Wille, come sit.”

He winces at the way Wille’s knees crack when he stands, makes a mental note to berate him about stretching more after his runs. Wilhelm only sighs in relief, folding himself into the small space between Simon and the arm of the couch. His hands find Simon’s waist, face ending up buried into the crook of his neck. 

Simon resumes petting his hair. “You’re not going to be sick are you?”

He feels Wille shake his head. “No,” comes the muffled response, “I’m okay.” Wille leans back slightly, kisses his neck, his jaw, his cheek. “Thank you for asking. Love you.”

Something warm pools in Simon’s stomach. Wilhelm is so gentle. It is a balm to his restless soul. “You need any water?”

Wille leans back against the armrest, tucks his feet up under him. His head lolls softly when he smiles at Simon, “No, baby, I’m good.”

Simon swallows. His voice is almost non-existent when he speaks, “Okay, let me know.”

“I will.”

Wille rolls out his shoulders. He looks content, even if Simon is hyper-ware of the way everyone around them is imperceptibly trying to listen in on their mundane interaction. The Forest Ridge boys alone have sent them a half-dozen poorly concealed looks in just the last few minutes. 

“Hey.”

Simon forces himself to re-focus on Wilhelm. “Yeah?”

A large hand settles on his jaw, Wille’s fingers curling around his ear and cheek. He steeps forward, pressing a fumbling kiss to Simon’s mouth. “You look nice.”

Simon jerks back instinctively, but Wille’s grip on his face is firm. He tries to shrug it off, laughing, “Stop it, Wille.”

Wille smiles, kisses him again, and Simon allows it, albeit with a roll of his eyes. He has never kissed anyone that smiles so much during and it makes something swoop in his belly. The proof that he brings Wilhelm joy. 

“Wille,” Simon tries to lean away, but the way he’s fighting back laughter makes his nay-saying extremely ineffective, “I mean it.”

Wilhelm cackles, drawing more attention than Simon knows what to do with, and kisses his nose instead. 

Simon bats him away half-heartedly, can feel his face and neck prickling with embarrassment even if all he really wants is to drown in Wille’s heady presence. “Everyone’s watching.”

Wille presses his nose into Simon’s cheek. “I don’t give a fuck about what everyone else is doing.” His hand grazes the button of Simon’s jeans and Simon squeaks, pushing up to his feet. 

He looks down at Wille, trying and failing to maintain an air of sternness. 

Wille must see straight through him, though, because he only tips his head back into the couch, eyes filled with mirth as he regards Simon before him. 

“Watch the hands.”

Wille raises the hands in question up in surrender. “They’re being watched. They’re also really sorry.”

Simon rolls his eyes. 

“Okay maybe not really sorry,” Wille grins, reeling Simon in by the hem of his shirt with said offending hands. “Do you want me tonight?”

Simon regards his absolute fool of a boy. “You’re being ridiculous tonight you know that?”

“You were the one laid out on the couch like it’s my bed or something.”

“Well you were the one – ”

Wille gets to his feet, kisses him again, this time decidedly deeper. When Simon pulls away, he catches a glimpse of Felice and Maddie giggling at their expense. “C’mon,” he mutters, “let’s get out of here.”

“Are we going to my room, Simon?” Wille follows him out, “Not that I have a preference, of course. I just think my bed’s more comfortable than that couch, you know. And like, it’s big enough for two people. But we don’t have to. I don’t really care. But, like, hypothetically – only hypothetically, if we went back there, we could �� ”

Simon has to fight to keep the grin off his face. “If you can stay quiet all the way back to your room,” he murmurs to Wilhelm, “I’ll suck you off against the door.”

Wille’s eyebrows climb towards his hairline as they stumble out into the cold, spring night. “That sounds like a good time.”

“Yeah?” Simon asks, amused, “But – ”

“You always have the best ideas, Simon. You know that? Like, in Biology today – ”

“I said quiet, Wille. Remember?”

“Oh,” Wille smiles, huge and healing in a way that Simon will never be able to thank him enough for. “Yeah, okay. I can do that.”

Helpless, he turns to mash a kiss against the chilled skin of Wille’s cheek. “Love you.”

“Love you too.” 

"Wille."

"What?"

[gulliblelemon]

Hi! 1, 2, 6, 16 for the fanfic ask :)

Thanks for the ask! I love these sorts of things, I’m so pleased someone did one for YR fanfic. Thanks @margotdanslebois

1. Favourite fanfic of all time

Oh my goodness, such a hard one to answer. Probably Call Me Up Late by @royalwilmon. I read it very early on in my YR fic reading journey and it really stuck with me. I tend to not do lots of rereading but I’ve read that one at least three times and I love it every time. And there are scenes that I’ve gone back to reread when I’ve needing something to cheer me up too

2. Favourite writer of the fandom

Okay this is even harder to answer 😂. I love so many people’s stories and am subscribed to a lot of authors and do a little happy dance every time they upload a new story. I’m going to list a few: @iwouldnevergetintofanfic, @stretchoutfics, @unfortunate17, @ishotforthestars, @pleuvian, @piebingo, @pagegirlintraining, @groenendaelfic

6. Favourite one shot

It depends how long you might want a one shot to be. For a short one shot probably Soul Meets Soul (on lovers lips) by @unfortunate17 or like he hung the moon and the stars in the sky.

For a slightly longer one shot, The weekend by @stretchoutfics is amazing. As is you can stay by @princewillesothermom

16. A fanfic that hasn’t been updated for a looooong time but you’re hoping for it (no pressure on the writer!)

It’s not been a looooooong long time, but I’m eagerly awaiting the next chapter of I would drive on (to the end with you) by @glassdollls. (Reiterating the ‘absolutely no pressure at all’ for this - it’s not a plea for an update, just a letting you know that I’m really excited for when you do!)

That was way harder than I thought, and I’m left with the slight feeling of having chosen which child I like best 😅. But I always enjoy talking about fanfic! I can’t wait to see everyone’s answers!

[cloudywilmon]

hi hi!

i hope you are doing fab

for the writer questions:

23: if you could revise one of your old fics from start to finish, which would it be an why?

28. share 3 of your fave fic writers and why you like them so much

-miels 💜✨

hiiii sorry i shared the fic asks then didn't answer for like 5 business days 😂

(23) if you could revise one of your old fics from start to finish, which would it be an why?

i would you "you're simply the best", there was a point where i actually considered revising it but its so big that it would be too much work

i feel like since i started that fic ive changed as a writer so much and would do it so differently, there were parts of that fic that i dont really like i would probably take out, and it would probably have less chapters but longer chapters

(28) share 3 of your fave fic writers and why you like them so much

this is tough both because i have a lot of writers i love and also because ive had a hard time getting into fic lately so havent read much in a while

def have to include @prince-simon, i always love their writing and remember rowing fic being one of my first introductions into yr fanfic, their writing has inspired and influenced me so much

@ungaroyals, i am not an angst person unless im in a very specific mood but i will sob reading their work- summer of love fucked me up in a way only they can do

theres so many others i wanna mention in the yr fandom that i couldnt fit it in three, @royalwilmon has fic that i adore and has made me feel so many things, @tooindecisivetopickaurl's fake dating fic had me in such a chokehold, @angelbabysimon's writing never fails to make me smile, laugh, and overall just have so much fun with it

i also wanna note clottedcreamfudge for rwrb fic- i absolutely love everything they've written and have reread multiple of their works so many times

ty for the ask!!!! <3

[sadhappylady]

5, 20, 36 for fic asks 💜

5.            a fanfic "marked for later" you really want to read but haven't done it yet

This one is easy. That's obviously by @grapehyasynth. I even feel like I read it, because it's in every favourite yr fic rec list. I haven't started because I know it's so sad and will make me cry my eyes out, and it's silly, because I have read Normal People twice, and seen the series twice. I am going to love it, obviously 🤪

20.          your « not Wilmon » favorite ship / couple

I think Walty. Mostly because there are some really good fics out there, that made me fall in love with them. (If anyone wants my recs, send me number 33, and I'll do a list ✌️)

36.          your favorite trope

So hard question. I looove fake dating and friends to lovers fics where they are really oblivious and there is lots of pining. But I also have a soft spot for coffee shop AU's. (Are those tropes? I hope so.)

Feel free to send me more fanfic asks! I love to share thoughts and recs.

[willesworld]

Trick or treat!! Happy Halloween 🎃

Happy Halloween to you too!!👻

Here's a sneak peek of a (smutty) WIP!

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“Simon,” Wille says, his voice surprisingly clear and sharp. 

“Yeah?” Simon murmurs in return, muffled where he’s buried in Wille’s neck kissing over his throat again and again. 

“Can we do it now? Can you fuck me now?”

Simon snaps back, and his body goes tense all over. “Wille, I’m not sure…”

Wille’s brown eyes are glassy and huge as he looks up at Simon, his hands grasping at his back in his attempt to get Simon closer. “Please, Simme.”

Simon sits back a little though. It’s not that he doesn’t want to. (He does, so much. Obviously.) But Simon has grown up with a mother in the health care system, and Linda was always excruciatingly thorough with sex education. And she has said time and time again to never make decisions–big decisions–in the heat of a passionate moment. That’s how things go sideways, she’d said. What she meant was, that’s how I got pregnant with Sara in the first place.

Simon knows that he and Wille are not his mother and Micke. They can’t get pregnant. Wille won’t threaten to beat the shit out of him if Simon wants to wear a condom. But the point stands. Big decisions shouldn’t be made when you’re horny and desperate and out of breath. And Simon refuses to make the same mistakes his mother did. Wasn’t that the point of her telling him about them in the first place?

“Wille,” he says slowly. 

Wille must hear the change in his voice instantly because the desperate, open expression on his face closes off immediately, and he scrambles back and away from Simon to sit up against the wall.

-

Send me a trick or treat ask, and I'll share something I'm working on!

[simonsapelsin]

Ooh how about 15 and 25 for the fanfic asks!

Thanks for asking!

15. Craziest AU

That has to be The Darkest Little Paradise by YourDemiurge. Wilmon are so crazy and toxic. It's a very unique, wild ride.

25. Fight scene

I think I have to go with Faroe Gone by @groenendaelfic. Don't want to spoil anything, but there's some great drama and arguing. And angry sex. I'm so looking forward to the next chapter!

[omar-rudeberg]

wanted: fic prompts

i've been finding myself wanting to write anything except my current projects at the moment, and any generic prompts / challenges i've come across are not enticing - i want juicy juicy personal prompts dripping in yr canon or headcanon.

if you have any such prompt/s for young royals - like, probably wilmon but not exclusively so - please send it through to me? put it on this post or put it in my ask box i don't mind.

literally if you've ever wanted to beg me to write anything (like, sweet, spicy, savoury, subtle or super unhinged, etc.) here's your chance ???

[visions--of--collisions]

For @asianhobiebrown2 who requested 2(M)! Sorry for the wait, buddy:

EXCERPT: untitled "rock show" prompt fill (Spiderverse, Hobie/Miles, M, Post-Canon)

Hobie shrugged expansively. ‘Did you see man’s face?’ he demanded, scandalised. ‘What was I supposed to do, not kiss it?’ Miles could think of nothing that interested him less than seeing man’s face. Naturally, he’d barely scoffed a negative before Margo hooked her arm around his shoulders, phone in hand, and flicked through her last few pics until she’d found one with a decent angle. It was just post-event, from the looks of it, and the guy was being lowered to the ground by his friends, wide-eyed and surrounded by smiling faces. Miles sucked his teeth. ‘If you say so,’ he mumbled, and Margo pulled away and shoved his head forward. ‘Oh, bitch.’ ‘Are you blind, now?’ Gwen queried around a mouthful of food. ‘I say so!’ Hobie confirmed, poking Miles in the forehead with his pointer finger and shoving his head back again. He was grinning now, with all of his teeth, looming to get the message across. Miles bit his cheek and looked away, feeling a little stupid. Hobie took it as the concession it was and sloped back to the stove, edges easing off. He was one big wall of text in Miles’ peripheral vision, but he was wary of reading too close. ‘The audacity of it,’ Hobie griped. ‘Unbelievable. I have been so good lately; been an angel without wings, I have! And then the second you try to let your hair down, shit …’ Gwen and Margo met Miles’ look with their own but were tactful enough to make sympathetic noises. Gwen and Margo, in fairness, hadn’t watched Hobie improvise a flamethrower and light a bunch of people on fire last night. ‘Good,’ Miles echoed. ‘Uh-huh.’ There was a beat of silence before Hobie took the rice off the heat and turned on his heel to stalk back into Miles’ space. His colours bled rapidly from red into blue into red to purple to red; Miles blinked, disoriented and physically unable to curb his shit-eating grin as Hobie caged him against the counter with his hands planted flat on the fake marble either side of him. ‘You want the comparison, I can show you bad, mate,’ he offered. It wasn’t a question. Gwen pushed her seat away from the table, throwing her head back dramatically. ‘Guys, please! My salad is right here,’ she protested. Margo turned her face away so fast her braids thwacked against the cup she had raised to drink out of. Miles wheezed helplessly, wedging his elbow against Hobie’s sternum. It forced him to bow backwards a little as the other man pressed closer, unmoved. Hobie scowled at the others like he wasn’t trying to give Miles an aneurysm. ‘Can you not do memes in my kitchen, please? My honour’s gettin’ besmirched here!’ [TBC]

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Have you read any good fics lately?

I only read fanfic at the moment. Mostly YR, sometimes RWRB. But only Wilmon is my favorite.

Just read: summer of love by embracedthevoid

It had me crying a lot. I hate, that I loved it. It was a emotional roller-coaster ☺️

And I love the fanficof itsme_hi_imtheproblem. Just love 'is it over now'