I'm Not Sure What Is More Frustrating About AO3 Being Down All Day: Not Being Able To Read A Fic Or Not

Me da tantas vibras Ladrien

Amé esta trilogía y la trama superheroina-chiconormal

- Oh, ¿no puedes satisfacerte contigo mismo? -No puedo. - Su sonrisa se hizo más amplia - Acabo de ganar el corazón de la única superhéroe del mundo. ¡Soy el hombre! -Ugh. Vale. Me voy a casa ahora, antes de enfermarme. - Esta bien, ok, lo siento. Sólo estoy bromeando. Más o menos. Pero enserio me gustas. Que puedo decir. Soy lo suficientemente hombre como para decirte. Te quiero, Jamie. Tanto que me estoy volviendo loco por esto. ¿Por qué no acabas de admitir que me quieres también? -Quiero que sigas vivo, es lo que quiero. - ¿Eso es todo? - Es una cosa muy grande, ¿no te parece? -Bueno, si, no matarme es un objetivo muy bueno, pero lo que quería decir yo, ¿eso es todo lo que nos mantiene separados?

When my therapist asked me if I enjoyed it and I'm like yeah but, you know, it's hard work but yeah I do.

writing is the most insane hobby it's like,

is it easy? no

is it fast? also no

but is it fun? well,

It ain't no lie, baby, bi bi bi ♫

Cedric wishes Harry good luck :)

Pairing: Cedric x Harry

5th and 3rd year

AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 13)

"See you soon," Cedric said as he passed.

Harry didn't manage to answer and just stared at him for a brief instant, unable to open his mouth. He even turned his head in the direction he left, as did Ron. "Why would he wish you luck? After what happened at the match?”

"We were on good terms after that," Harry explained, feeling a little guilty for never mentioning Cedric before. “We talked a few times.”

The puzzled expression on Ron’s face needed no words. “Are you two friends ?”

Harry shrugged. "I don't know, maybe.”

"Cedric Diggory," Ron was muttering unbelievingly as they resumed their march. “And you. Friends.”

In truth, Harry didn’t blush this time.

The size of the smile he wore for the rest of the day was too big for him.

He was partly glad Ron hadn't noticed.

What would he have said then?

This was the utmost fun!

I got to know a lot of tropes I haven’t hear before.

Thanks! @cielo-paradiso

I'm so tired of people being ashamed/embarrassed over the fanfiction tropes they like because of fear that others will disagree. So, I'm here and sharing all the tropes I like! Normalize sharing and talking about tropes that you like, its such a unifying thing across fandoms, and we should all celebrate our different preferences.

Make yours here!

Tagging a few mutuals! Feel free to participate or just ignore this if you aren't keen on sharing. @impishtubist @howtomakelovestay @immxrtalbi Have fun :)

Cedric hugs Harry in Hogsmeade

AO3: “The boy in my dreams” (Chapter 12)

Cedric's fit on his shoulder was delicate and firm. Harry was aware that this must be awkward, but he felt more at ease than he thought he should be. The tears had stopped the instant he leaned against him and stayed that way for what seemed like a long time. He wasn't sure how weird it was for Cedric. No emotion could be sensed on his behalf, other than his soft breathing. Harry figured Cedric wouldn't show signs of anything besides courtesy and kindness.

When Harry reluctantly pulled away to face him in embarrassment, Cedric did everything in his power to make the moment pass as if it hadn't been a big deal. The relief he experienced at this was indescribable. That ability Cedric had to make him feel comfortable must be the reason why he was so popular.

Why someone, anyone would want to spend time with him.

Harry was in no rush to leave that space in the middle of the forest.

As if they had the whole afternoon ahead of them, Cedric settled with his legs spread out under the dim sun that filtered through the branches of the trees. "It's nice to see you somewhere other than on a gurney, hurt."

The thought that he wasn't the only one enjoying being there made Harry relax against the ground. Every one of the sensations he had experienced during the minutes he had been in Cedric's arms, with his head on his shoulder, remained etched on his body. It was as if the touch hadn't ended, because he could still feel that pressure and warmth all over.

As if he was under a spell.

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I love this chapter so much it was hard to just pick one scene

Twilight meadow-and-forest vibes are there or is it that it never really left my head?

If you see me smiling at my phone, no, I am not in love. I'm just reading a hedric fanfic.

will your name

someday stop sounding

in my head

as beautiful?

the trap i fell

all by myself.

your waist,

your hips.

magic.

you were magic

and i was dust.

Dude I'm reading 'the boy I love' and finally got past the bit I got to in summer (it's nothing against your fic that I stopped, shit got busy lol). Let me tell you I WAS NOT READY for Malcolm's little speech to Cedric in ch52. He's my favourite character and this scene just captures the exact reason why.

Also, tbh what he's saying is what I feel about my best friends. I love your representation of the fact that you can love someone so damn much and have it not be romantic. Getting into a relationship isn't a 'level up' from best friends, it's a completely different thing and you can love your best friend just as much as your partner.

Knowing that people come back to my work o reread it makes me feel so honored.

Malcolm is my favourite, I have said it before and I will never get tired of saying it. He is highly inspired by my best friend, and their friendship is so like the one I have with her. She was actually the one who taught me the meaning of true, deep and real friendship and I am so happy you have that too. It's not always easy to find.

I just love that both Harry and Cedric know how important their best friends are to each other and don't feel threatened. And how Harry and Cedric's friendship had always been a little different.

So I gave up trying to restraint myself and I spent like four hours writing because “I deserve it” and “if you can’t beat them, join them” (and by them I mean my own head)

When did writing become such a reward?

And the main thing providing me dopamine

Now I’m happy and sleepy

Tomorrow I will study, since I got it out of my system for now. It feels nice