#just some soft platonic domestic fluff

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5+1 things buddie fics

all mature rating!!! make sure to kudos/comment on these amazing works :)

a thousand ways to say i hate you by: morganofthefairies "five times eddie buys taylor fuck-you flowers, and one time he doesn't need to." word count: 8k important tags: language of flowers, taylor kelly, ana flores, awkward dates, double dates, jealous!eddie diaz, petty!eddie diaz, pining 5 times buck wears eddie's clothes (+1 time eddie wears buck's) by: coupe_de_foudre “is that my hoodie?” “i was cold.” he states, as though he didn’t totally have to go into eddie’s bedroom and dig through his closet just to get a hoodie. “it’s soft.” buck adds, bringing the material of the hood up to stroke along his cheek." word count: 4k important tags: pining, developing relationship, domestic fluff, first kiss, implied sexual content, making out, friends to lovers, sharing clothes maybe love won't let you down by: siblysleaves "five times eddie watches buck leave, and the one time he goes after him" word count: 15k important tags: mutual pining, angst with a happy ending, friends to lovers, getting together, love confessions with a smile and some hope by: iriswests "five times buck wakes up before eddie, and one time eddie wakes up before buck" word count: 6.5k important tags: established relationship, domestic fluff no one has to know what we do by: youdrewstarsaroundmyscars118 "five times the firefam find out about buck and eddie accidentally and one time it’s on purpose." word count: 4.1k important tags: secret relationship, relationship reveal, family feels do you ever long for true love from me by: smilingbuckley "5 times eddie gives buck clothes to borrow + 1 time he takes them off." word count: 5.3k important tags: whump, sharing clothes, hurt!evan buckley, sick!evan buckley, pre-relationship, first kiss, fluff, hurt/comfort, implied sexual content baby, you look happier (you do) by: frxm_theashes "five times eddie sees buck happy with someone else, and one time he realizes that buck is happy with him (and that, maybe, eddie is allowed to be happy with buck too). word count: 19k important tags: temporary buck/tommy, jealous!eddie diaz, catholic guilt, internalised homophobia, pining, getting together, making out what if i fall in love backward? by: redridingstiles "five times buck and eddie saved each other by pretending to be together and the one time christopher helps" word count: 9.8k important tags: fake dating, best friends, christopher diaz is a national treasure, protective!evan buckley, teasing, homophobia this is for my mother by: chika_lohaine "5 times buck was christopher's mom and the one time he wasn't." word count: 29k important tags: emotional hurt/comfort, grief/mourning, evan buckley acting as christoper diaz's parent, ableism, panic attacks, pining

platonic co-parents don't kiss like we do by: thelikesofus "5 times other people see buck and eddie kiss + 1 time they really mean it." word count: 7.1k important tags: kissing, forehead kisses, pov outsider, first kiss, getting together, fluff, supportive team, pda, protective!evan buckley got nothing but love for you (fall more in love everyday) by: smilingbuckley "5 times buck and eddie are almost caught + 1 time they are" word count: 6k important tags: secret relationship, hiding, mild sexual content, first dates, dorks in love, light angst, emotional hurt/comfort

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joel miller fic recs

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✧*:·˚ hi everyone!! here is a list of all the fics that are my favs with tagged writers/authors ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ remember to like and reblog the works you enjoy in order to support each writer!! ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ however, make sure you read the information on each story themselves such as triggers & warnings ✧*:·˚

✧*:·˚ also, if you'd like me to remove your fic from this list, message me! ✧*:·˚

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*✧* for you, anything by @mellowsaturns joel miller x reader | fluff, soft!joel, domesticity, established relationship, reader caught a cold, sick fic

-joel do what he does best, smuggling and taking care of you

*✧* good thing by @pedros-mustache joel miller x fem!reader | smut (18+ only). also: established relationship, angst, non-planned pregnancy, implied sex-for-pay, age gap, language, 4k

-“how long have you known?”

*✧* i'm right here by @orangevtae joel miller x fem!reader x platonic!ellie williams | reader uses she/her pronouns, mentions to panick attacks and PTSD's, reader is seen like a mother figure to ellie, hurt/comfort, death and blood (typical TLOU thing), joel and reader are in a stabilished relationship, slight mentions to episode 4

-ellie needs reassurance that you are alive and well after an infected surprise attack while you were taking a walk with her

*✧* hopelessly devoted to you by @omg-foreverfilledwithweird-posts joel miller x fem!reader | SMUT 18+, fluff, AGE GAP (reader is late twenties, joel is like 56), language, near death experience, violence, oral f receiving, p in v penetration, unprotected sex, enemies to lovers ish, just filth, daddy kink, slight angst, mentions of death, injuries, tending wounds, rough!Joel, dom!joel

-you’ve been by ellie’s side since she was little, a family figure and her protector, after both of your families passed away and you found one another in the qz. so, when the gruff and demanding joel miller steps into the picture to take you both to the lab ellie needs, the two of you don’t see eye to eye. but after time passes, attraction settles in and you and Joel might feel more for the other than you thought. 

*✧* faithful by @mypoisonedvine joel miller x reader | smut (18+ only; oral f receiving, unprotected sex, very slight dacryphilia kinda?, a touch of degradation and dumbification in there, and virginity loss with some pain and one mention of blood), heavy age gap (not specified but the reader is absolutely an adult), insecure crybaby reader, unrequited love/pining, reader wants to fuck joel so bad it makes her look stupid (and we love that for her cause same), angst, tess getting kinda screwed over but only because it's absolutely necessary for the plot, emotionally repressed joel, mention of reader's parents being deceased (implied to be infected), 9.2k

-joel wasn't looking for a follower, or a protégé, or an employee— whatever you're supposed to be— when he saved some dumbass kid from a couple runners. but he ended up with you anyways, and you swore to always be faithful to him... in every way.

*✧* a warm bed by @guess-my-next-obsession joel miller x fem!reader | E (18+ only, mature descriptions of death/apocalyptic life, blurry infidelity, unprotected PIV, dirty talk, cum play), 3.4k

-it was freezing out today in boston but you didn’t notice, not with the flames that burned beside you as you hoisted dead child after dead child into the makeshift mass crematorium.

*✧* joel fic by @forever-rogue joel miller x fem!reader | 2.3k

-people always seemed to call you shy. 

*✧* joel fic by @forever-rogue joel miller x fem!reader | language; tlou typical violence, 3.4k

-“do you really think this place is safe?”

*✧* first time by @charnelhouse joel miller x fem!reader |

-"i can't," you gasp, nails biting into his shoulders. "it's-fuck-too much-too much."

*✧* crazy love by @cowgurrrl joel miller x fem!reader (plus platonic fem!reader x ellie williams) | mentions of david, nightmares, a panic attack, 1.3k

-ellie has a nightmare and you and Joel help calm her down

*✧* safe with you by @flightlessangelwings joel miller x fem!reader | established relationship, protective!joel, hurt/comfort, attempted harassment, choking (the non-sexy kind), minor character death, feelings, fluff, tommy’s the best wingman, support from Ellie, no use of y/n, 2.8k

-the bar bustled with life as you made your way through the crowd. you carried as many beers as you could at a time for the group that had arrived in jackson earlier that day.

*✧* his protection by @absurdthirst joel miller x fem!reader | post apocalyptic violence, mentions of gun violence, mentions of blood, murder, torture, gore, rough sex, unprotected sex, kidnapping, imprisonment, threats of cannibalism, unhinged delusions of grandeur, fire, being restrained, allusions to sexual assault, 5.2k

-when david's group takes you and ellie to their settlement, you warn them that joel will come for you. knowing that he will do whatever it takes to get back those under his protection.

*✧* teamwork by @allfoolsinluv crave!joel miller x fem!reader x tess servopoulos | explicit, 18+ only. Minors DNI, established poly relationship, m/f/f dynamics, age gap (reader's in her 20s, Joel & tess are in their 40s), unprotected p-in-v (wrap it up folks), dirty talk, praise, low-key dom/sub undertones, nipple play, fingering (f receiving), language, 1.2k

-did you come already?, spread your legs for (me), I want to see you

*✧* joel blurb by @sprout-fics joel miller x gn!reader

-"get inside."

*✧* a part of you, a part of me by @apollyonsdarksecrets joel miller x fem!reader | 18+ minors DNI. smut, unplanned pregnancy, crying, fluff, pre-outbreak joel. established relationship, cream pie, pet names, cussing, pregnancy tests, just a bunch of happiness because that’s all joel deserves in this world.

-joel’s been down this road before, he’s seen all the signs, and he knows before you ever do that you’re pregnant.

*✧* on his backseat by @causeimhappinesss  joel miller x gn!reader | smut, age gap (reader in her 20s), unprotected sex, slight breeding kink + wrap your biscuit

-all day long, a crazy tension had built up between you and Joel, at first for a silly little thing, but he refused to agree with you, when you were absolutely right.

*✧* moments silence by @nexusnyx joel miller x reader | canon-divergence; reader and tess met joel at the same time, and all three became a tight-knit unit, explicit mature content, minors dni; age gap, mentions of canon-typical violence, confessions, touch starved, dry humping, oral sex (m receiving), slow & deep sex, but also rough sex?, dirty talk, little spoon joel.

-joel has no idea why bill gifts him with the book. had he rambled about you that much? It seemed impossible—to be fair, but surely there were other things besides your name on his tongue. besides how much you love your books and care for them. Besides how much he's learned since he met you because of them.

*✧* maybe now by @supernaturalgirl20 joel miller x fem!reader | smut 18+, explicit, unprotected sex, PinV sex, breeding kink, mentions of loss, sadness, talks about life before, mentions of pregnancy, giving birth, breastfeeding, soft joel, small glimpses into Joel’s life with his new family.

-happy horny joel with major breeding kink because ellie is already grown up and he need to take care of somebody and jackson is safe enough for family.

*✧* blood in the cut by @wheresarizona  joel miller x fem!reader | E (18+!! this is straight-up smut. age gap (20-25 years, unspecified), unprotected p in v (wrap it up!), rough sex, oral sex (f receiving), dirty talk, praise kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, spit mention, (1) spank, soft joel at the end)

-you’re distracted while working with joel, and it almost costs you your lives. luckily, he knows how to get you out of your head—it’s just a little surprising because you didn’t think he liked you, but here he is eating you out like it’s his last meal.

*✧* the babysitter by @guess-my-next-obsession pre-outbreak! joel x babysitter!reader | E (18+ ONLY, smut under cut, age gap (Joel’s 32, reader is 25), fwb to lovers, unprotected piv, creampie, joel has feeeeeeelings, soft ending), 1.2k

-“quiet, baby,”

*✧* joel fic by @eufezco joel miller x fem!reader

-"ask her out."

*✧* fucking runners by @jpg-angel joel miller x reader | Minors DNI!, hurt/comfort, mentions of an injury, reader mercy kills tess, OOC Joel? (maybe? idk I blacked out while writing this), fingering, p in v sex, unprotected sex (I don't think condoms are easy to come across in the zombie apocalypse), little but of hair pulling

*✧* pieces of you by @pedros-mustache joel miller x fem!reader | established relationship, language, references to sex, references to age gap

-maybe it’s wrong. maybe it’s possessive and a tad bit jealous. maybe after years working alongside tess, you’ve simply learned to lay your claim on what is yours. 

*✧* first glimpse of love by @valerinaswriting joel miller x fem!reader | established relationship, age gap (sorry i can’t help myself), reader is attacked by a clicker, mentions of death, soft!joel, shower sex, unprotected sex, slight cockwarming, tess does not exist in this fic!

-after a close call with death, joel refuses to let you go.

*✧* joel fic by @forever-rogue joel miller x fem!reader | 2.4k

-"you came back for me"

*✧* joel angst by @forever-rogue  joel miller x fem!reader | language, tlou typical violence, 3.4k

-reader gets hurt protecting ellie and joel tells reader he loves them for the first time

*✧* not a kid by @ourautumn86 joel miller x fem!reader | +18 content. mdni. age difference (r is 24 and joel is 56), fighting, mentions of death, images of death, murder, dirty talking, praising, oral sex, piv sex, rough angry sex, finger fucking, unprotected sex (GUYS WRAP THE DONG UP), cream pie…

-“are you alright?!”

*✧* i got you baby by @cosmictheo joel miller x fem!reader | angst, death mentions, suicide mentions, mental breakdown, crying fit, some backstory from reader's past, joel being the most comforting best boyfriend ever, ellie being the angel she is, 2k

- joel helps you through a emotional breakdown after henry and sam's death.

*✧* crazy love by @cowgurrrl joel miller x fem!reader (plus platonic fem!reader x ellie williams) | 1.3k, mentions of David, nightmares, a panic attack

-ellie has a nightmare and you and Joel help calm her down

*✧* for the things they hold dear by @cruelfvkingsummer  joel miller x reader | kinda dark, fucked up love, kinda toxic, possessive, controlling, AGE GAP (unspecified but mentioned a lot), nasty smut, breeding kink, like literally nasty, violence, blood, God is like his literal enemy, calls you 'mama; sugar; sweetheart',there are mentions of blood while doing the nasty, daddy kink (mentioned a few times), joel is emotionally constipated but hey who can blame him, unbeta'd

-he can't say he loves you -- he doesn't need to.

*✧* joel fic by @eufezco joel miller x reader | a little smut at the end

-you're a little jealous of tess.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

Apr 4th

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1. Hello! ITMF multiple WWX's? Like he clones himself or if maybe time travel causes there to be multiple WWX's running around. Can be chaste or naughty, but bonus points for LWJ getting flustered having some many WWX's around! Thank you!

Wei Wuxian’s Terrible, Horrible, No Good First Meeting With His Future by Enigmatree (T, 3k, wangxian, Time Travel, Cloud Recesses, YLLZ WWX, POV Outsider)

How to Deal with the Conundrum of Your Past Self: A Case Study by anatheme (E, 16k, wangxian, A/B/O, YLLZ WWX, Established Relationship, Pining, Sexual Tension, alpha YLLZ WWX/alpha LWJ/omega MXY!WWX: the fic, ft. soft married wangxian, Threesome - M/M/M, yes LWJ gets the knot after xx years, Bottom LWJ, Switch WangXian, Knotting, time travel of sorts, a thesis on making peace with and loving yourself, Happy Ending, welcome to my LWJ has 2 hands for 2 WWX agenda)

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2. itmf fics where ljy is lxc's son! whether bio or not is fine, just looking for some scenes where lxc is like a father to ljy. tyvm!

🔒how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, WangXian, Modern AU, Coffee shop AU, NB LSZ, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Genderfluid WWX, Nonbinary LSZ, Trauma, Past Abuse, Past Domestic Violence, Healing, Hurt WWX, Found Family, Hospitalization, Therapy, Single Parent WWX, Mutual Pining, Teacher LWJ, Unreliable Narrator, Teenager LSZ, Yúnmèng Siblings Dynamics, Chronic Pain, Autistic LWJ) although their relationship is not the focus of the story

3zun Raise Jingyi AU series by Deriliarch (T, 94k, 3Zun, Accidental Baby Acquisition, Canon Divergence, Fix-It, Established Relationship, Fluff, Angst, Happy Ending, Kid fic, Hurt/Comfort)

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3. Do you have idol aus? I want idol Wei Ying. A) Specifically, the idol life, can be before/during/after debut. B) Idol survival show participant wwx

3A)

Bodyguard king by 74243 (E, 8k, wangxian, F/F WangXian, Modern, Idol WWX, Bodyguard LWJ, Female NHS, Platonic D/s, Loss of Virginity, Not NOT inspired by KUWTK s05e04, When u do what u love u never work a day in ur life)

shooting straight into your heart by tangerinechar (T, 13k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Modern, Multimedia, Humor, idol WWX, cameraman LWJ, and a very Done(tm) manager JC)

Amidst the Crowd by GusuBunnie (G, 5k, wangxian, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Idol WWX, Supportive LXC, JC Needs a Hug, Background Xicheng, Angst, Fluff, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Drama & Romance, LXC being the best brother, Modern, Idol/Fan AU, LWJ is Bad at Communicating)

3B)

🧡 I Don’t Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, wangxian, Modern, Reality Show, Idols, Celebrity, Social Media, Epistolary, Romance, Fluff, Footnotes, Kissing, Poetry, Podfic Available)

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4. Hi , idk how to ask about fanfics properly. I am very new to Tumblr . But can you please recommend some fics on Wangxian's parent's generation. Like lan Qiren, Wei Changze, Cangse Sanren, Jiang Fengmian, etc, being teenagers @kwalitymxtxpow7

Cursed Couple by shorimochi (M, 121k, LQR/WRH, CSSR/WCZ, Time Travel, Canon Divergence, Out of Character)

The Other Mountain by nirejseki (T, 287k, LQR/WRH, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Mentions of Suicide, Hurt/Comfort, Trauma, Domestic Violence, Torture, Sadism, Asexual Character, sex-positive asexual, Past Relationship(s), An Exercise in Gender Roles, Non-Egalitarian Views on Marriage, World Domination, Pedagogical Theory, Ethics, comedy of manners, Implied Harm to Children, Mental Health Issues, Undernegotiated Kink, Canon-Typical Violence, Close POV Narrator, Donghua Imagery) i recommend "the other mountain" by nirejseki, and all her other lan qirenx wen ruohan works

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5. thank you for your hardwork admins! itmf for rich lwj who is head over heels for wwx? and i mean like he is a massive simp for wwx, worship the ground he walks on kind of way ^^

LWJ’s Big Dick Agenda Series by raitala (E, 146k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Porn with Feelings, Light Dom/sub, Under-negotiated Kink, Public Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Cock Warming, Angst, Feels, Domestic fluff, Misgendering, Slut Shaming, Crossdressing, Rimming, Roleplay) try LWJ's big dick agenda!

CEO Billionaire Lan Zhan by detention_notes (T, 2k, WangXian, Modern AU, Parody, Pining Bunnies, Wealth, Crack)

For Safekeeping Purposes by ChilianXianzi (M, 3k, wangxian, Modern, Gangsters, Crime Boss LWJ, Sugar Daddy LWJ, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, And LWJ's going to take care of that, thoroughly, Domestic fluff but everyone's in a crime syndicate, Found Family, Age Difference, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Canon-typical Abusive Jiangs)

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6. For INTMF could you rec some pretty heavy angst with happy and/or hopeful ending? Like Working Title: Everyone Lives (With Knives) series. @dragonfairies

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX) maybe? do they want canon era stories? I have heavy angst /whump stories but they're not in the canon era

Shameless self rec because angst with happy ending is like my signature at this point.

New Perspective Series by mrcformoso (T, 35k, WangXian, Angst, Hopeful Ending, Fatherhood, Regrets, Flashbacks, POV LWJ, LWJ-centric, Canonical Character Death - WWX, Pining LWJ, LWJ Has Feelings Lán Zhàn | Lán Wàngjī Needs a Hug, Character Development, Dead WWX, Introspection, LWJ is Bad at Feelings, Character Study, Regretful, LWJ Breaking Toxic Cycles, Canon Compliant, LWJ in Seclusion, Post-LWJ in Seclusion, Child LSZ)

Window of the Waking Mind by mrcformoso (M, 8k, wangxian, LSZ & WWX, JC & WWX, Graphic depictions of violence, Major Character Death, Heavy Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Torture, Golden Core Transfer, WWX Has Self-Esteem Issues, Hurt WWX, WWX Needs a Hug, WWX Needs a Break, Flashbacks, Curses, Night Hunts, Suicide, Starvation, Canonical Child Abuse, Canonical Character Death, Cannibalism, Although it was forced by the situation to survive, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, lots of comfort, Soft LQR, Learning To Communicate, Zidian Spiritual Tool, JC Tries, Reaction)

When the Words Stop Coming by mrcformoso (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV WWX, POV LWJ, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Canonical Character Death, Love Confessions, Rejection, LWJ is a Panicked Gay, Temporarily Unrequited Love, Trauma, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sad with a Happy Ending)

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7. hi, itmf wangxian in a hunger games setting that is not "The Hanging Tree" series by chatonnerie (just read that, it's so good and has me hungering for more!). thx so much!

our lives, never ours by glitteringmoonlight (T, 7k, WangXian, Hunger Games Setting, Angst, Minor Violence, Blood, hunger games typical references to violence, implied happy ending, but it's a bit ambiguous, this exists mostly for angst purposes tbh)

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8. hey admins! itmf longer post canon fics like 'wind rose in the clouds'? thank you ❤️

For 8, what about that fic did the requester like? What specifically are they looking for other than length and post-canon setting? Or are those the only criteria?

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9. IITMF ask; Give me your favorite ‘Wei Wuxian in Wei Wuxian’s body or keeps his body or doesn’t actually die’ fics. I’m in the mood to read more of our favorite boy as his og self. (He doesn’t have to start in his body, but I want my boy looking like himself by the end)

Saw My Life in a Stranger's Face by timetoboldlygo (T, 27k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Married Life, Domestic Fluff, Light Angst, wwx's face changes post-canon to look like his original face, Slight Panic Attack, because lwj doesn't recognize his husband, the mortifying ordeal of not knowing your own body, the terrifying inevitability of change, taller!wwx theory)

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10. fics in which wwx comes back (from the dead/from the burial mounds/from hiding, whatever really) specifically for lwj!! (can be modern too if there r any)

🧡 Ghosts Shouldn’t by ShanaStoryteller (Not Rated, 15k, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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11. itmf fics where wangxian time travel to modern times - not reincarnation, but straight time travel. Preferably (mostly) canon typical before the time travel, but the point in canon when it happens does not matter

🧡 The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 266k, WIP, WangXian, Ridiculously Long Notes, History, Canon Divergence, Modern AU, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX) could technically count if you don't mind it being just wwx who ends up in the future?

take me back to a time by DizziDreams (T, 143k, WangXian, Modern AU, College/University, Modern with Magic, Time Travel, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Student!WWX, Time-Traveling Wizard!LWJ, Slow Burn, Character Death, Angst, reference to abuse, Canonical Character Death, Canonical Abuse, Canon!LWJ, Canon-Typical Violence, Mutual Pining, Chronic Illness, Not A Fix-It, Case Fic, implied 3zun, Transmigration, America, [Podfic of] take me back to a time by dreamhazer) not sure if this can work

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12. ITMF for fics where wwx is abused sexually by the jiangs (JFM/JC) or an adult male figure he trusts. (Like the "between a rock and a hard place" series by Mydla but the truth is revealed and it's properly dealt with/ he gets his justice) @linossock

🔒 a choice to call our own by renhui (E, 93k, wangxian, JFM/WWX, WIP, Rape/Non-Con, Underage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Childhood Sexual Abuse, Sexual Assault, Forced Bonding, Homelessness, Dubious Consent, Self-Esteem Issues, Soulmates, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, Miscommunication, Breaking Up & Making Up, Hurt/Comfort, Recovery, Good Uncle LQR, No Sunshot Campaign, Asexuality Spectrum) mostly fits the bill, although the requester should be warned that it's a WIP that ends before JFM gets his comeuppance, although it ends with the beginnings of a setup for that, so it's clearly on the way.

clean from the war (your heart fits like a key) by sysrae (E, 28k, WangXian, Modern AU Reunions, past xy/wwx, xy is fucked up but not evil because it's a modern AU and I said so, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, past wwx/jfm, Past Rape/Non-con, Past Abuse, Rape Recovery, transphobic violence, Victim Blaming, Past wei Wuxian/others, allusions to past self-harm) I think this might fit- note the tags

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13. thank you for this blog!! for the next itmf - any stories that take off like RoseThorne's wonderful ' a grain of millet drifting' - untamed canon-ish where WY is left on his own after the temple scene. angst appreciated - thank you !

tell some storm by qurbat (G, 31k, wangxian, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX, NHS & WWX, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, liberal amounts of outsider POV, the legend of wangxian, how to create a romance epic for dummies)

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14. Hey can plz anyone tell if there is a fic where wei ying is an omega and wangji is an alpha and we ying is an op omega but no one knows about it like everyone thinks that he is an alpha or something.

backfire by spookykingdomstarlight (E, 115k, wangxian, LWJ/MXY, One-Sided MXY/WWX, MXY/NMJ, Modern, BDSM AU, Biologically Determined Dom/sub Roles, BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Sadism, Masochism, Past Sexual Abuse, Sexual Slavery, Self-Harm, BDSM as a Form of Self-Harm, Minor Character Death(s), Arson, Shades of Black Widow WWX, Extremely Dubious Consent, Rape/Non-con Elements, Normalized Homosexuality and Bisexuality, Normalized Polyamory, nonsexual bdsm, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Pining WWX, jealous WWX, Touch-Starved WWX, Professional Dominant WWX, Sex Worker WWX, gentle dom LWJ, Mean Dom LWJ, oblivious LWJ, Past WC/WWX, Minor JGY/WWX, Mentioned WWX/Others, Emotional Infidelity, Angst with a Happy Ending, endgame wangxian, MXY Also Gets a Happy Ending, the tags are scary but i promise there's some lightheartedness too, wangxian love one another so much, WWX is healed by the power of nonsexual bdsm and friendship, and then gets bdsm'd quite sexually and happily by the love of his life, Additional Warnings In Author's Note)

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15. helloooo do you know of any fics that are canon events (mdzsverse preferred but cql still fine) narrated from lwj's pov where he's just horrifically pining for wwx? looking for peak canon-compliant lwj pining <3 @nutellacats

🔒 The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) Novel events from LWJ's pov

The Choice is His to Believe in Me by mrcformoso (T, 11k, WangXian, POV LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon Compliant, Canon Divergence, but only the ending, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, LWJ regaining WWX's Trust, Golden Core Reveal, Good Kid LSZ, Snippets, Post-Time Skip, Love Confessions, Requited Love, Trust Issues, WWX Has a Fear of Dogs, WWX Has No Golden Core, Light Jealousy, Fierce Corpse WN, Protective LWJ) CQL compliant but with some novel elements, and with a canon divergence ending. Might want to read New Perspective (link in #6) first for context

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16. Hello! For the next itmf, fics that place heavy emphasis on how what wwx practices is guidao (ghost cultivation) as opposed to modao (demonic cultivation)? Ideally canon dynamics, but no smut is also definitely ok! @lovelyiknow

The Young, the Horny, the Jaded and the Jade: Partners in Time by Admiranda (T, 55k, wangxian, established couple, Crossover, road trip with your older selves, teasing your younger selves about their obvious crushes, yin iron does yin iron things, mdzs/cql crossover, adult wangxian, Teenage Wangxian, genius WWX, LWJ adores his husband, we’re all in this disaster together, xue yang causes problems, WIP)

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, Canon-Typical Violence, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) Been a while since I last read this one but I recall WWX working & interacting with ghosts & corpses & explaining to other characters how that works

🔒 the thread may stretch or tangle but it will never break by RoseThorne (E, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Soulmates, Self-Esteem Issues, Fix-It, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, PTSD, Handfasting, Panic Attacks, Getting Together, First Time, Aftercare, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, /Referenced Torture, Scars, Chronic Pain, Golden Core Reveal, First Time, Switching, sex-related injury, LWJ Stays at the Burial Mounds, LSZ is a Wèi, Good Sibling JC, Dissociation, Burial Mounds Settlement Days) in later chapters

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17. For itmf, what are you guys’ favorite fics that are novel or audio drama canon only fics? No CQL compliant fics please!

two guys r in love thats literally it by victortor (M, 11k, wangxian, Time Travel, the fluffiest thing ive ever written)

🧡 a stone to break your soul, a song to save it by rikke ( M, 180k, WangXian, Arranged marriage, Canon Divergence, Hurt/comfort, Light angst, Canon typical violence)

SanRen by Kyogre (T, 87k, wangxian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Romantic Fluff, Action & Romance, Eventual Happy Ending)

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon)

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[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Event?????

1 or 7, domestic style fluff with my favorite eel?? ♡♡ (it's Floyd of course)

I leave romance vs platonic up to you, gn reader so everyone can enjoy as well :)

Can't wait to see what younc9me up with!!! If you need any help or ideas come bug me, floyd sits in my head constantly like a very annoying song

Warm Mornings; Floyd Leech

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, romance

Content Warning; Some swearing

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; Who needs a weighted blanket when you have a Floyd? I am here to deliver soft Floyd(TM) hours! (he also sits in my head constantly; the song is the low-quality Funky Town)

Even when Floyd was dead asleep, he squeezed you, and that was your situation now. You were lying on top of him, and he had you in a comfortable yet strong bear hug. Just tight enough that you couldn’t wiggle free from him. And it was normally fine, but last night someone had left the window open and now it was warm and humid in the room, making you feel sticky.

“Floyd,” you whispered, trying to wake him up gently.

A gentle snore was your answer. You should have expected that though, he sleeps like a damn log.

You tried wiggling around a bit, but Floyd just hugged you tighter on unconscious instinct and rolled over, trapping you under him. Yeah, you were officially stuck. “Floydddd,” you groaned, poking him right above his hips. “You’re crushing me.” 

Usually he would wake up by you repeatedly poking him, but he was out cold, he only just shifted, trapping your face where one cheek was pressing against the mattress, and the other was smushed up against his chest. Normally, you wouldn’t complain about this situation, but it was grossly warm. You were also too far away from your usual ‘escape the crushing weight of my dearly beloved eel route’, which was just tickling his legs and feet. Too bad your arms were pretty much pinned against the bed. 

“Floyd, get off me,” you grumbled, squirming around like a worm on a hook.

Still nothing.

Sighing, you accept your fate. Besides the humidity, it was rather nice. Sure, you couldn’t make out the crashing of the waves on the beach, the steady beat of Floyd’s heart was right up against your ear, and it was slow and steady.

Slow and steady, not two words many people would associate with Floyd. It was a calmer side that only you got to see; when you were overwhelmed, or when he was feeling soft. Yes, he was usually a bundle of energy, but even he had his quiet moments. Within the hurricane, there was always the eye, where things remained still, despite the wild winds outside.

“Mmm,” Floyd groaned, the first sign of life you’ve seen since you’d been sandwiched.

He slowly blinked his eyes, working out the sleep from them, and tilted his head down so he could actually see you, since you were still stuck between his chest and the mattress. “Heh heh, I caught a Shrimpy in my sleep!~” He drawled, voice chipper but still heavy from sleep.

“Yes, yes you did. Can you please get off though, it’s gross out,” you groaned. At least he was cute, which the wild bed head only played in his favour. How can he look so good in the morning? Maybe it’s a mer thing… “Floyd?”

He hadn’t moved, and was instead giving you a wide grin. “Hmm, maybe I should’ve called you Crabby instead of Shrimpy, Shrimpy,” he pinched your cheeks teasingly, “since you look pretty crabby right now.”

You rolled your eyes, “And maybe I should use that mushroom risotto recipe that Jade gave me for our dinner tonight. But that’s only if you don’t get off.”

Floyd narrowed his eyes at you, trying to make out if you were bluffing or not, since last time you were dead serious and did exactly that. But he rolled off of you, grumbling a bit. “Meanie,” he muttered.

You shuffled over to where he was dramatically splayed out, his head slightly turned to you, and giving you puppy dog eyes. Chuckling, you kissed him on the lips, as that is what he was being dramatic about.

Giggling, he captured you in his arms yet again, and trapped you against the mattress for a second time this morning. He was giving you a shit eating smile. You weren’t leaving this bed until he had his share of kisses.  

“Floydddd,” you groaned, but you weren’t annoyed with him, if anything, you were amused. There was never a dull moment with him around.

“Shrimpyyyyyy,” he mimicked your voice with a more prominent whine. “You know the drill!~”

Sighing, you ran your hands up through his messy hair, and brought your lips together, deeper this time. You knew the drill; neither of you were getting up until both of your lips were tired, sore, and most likely bitten… which may not be for a while.

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Tags: @azulashengrottospiano, @eynnwwyjth, @hydra-sea, @krenenbaker, @officialdaydreamer00, @twistwonderlanddevotee, @xxoomiii

[xiefuyu]

Brother, I'm here.

-- Kurokawa Izana x little sister reader

🖤 — Tokyo Revengers

📝 — implication of domestic abuse, hurt/comfort, FLUFF (fawking finally), thinking of murder (its valid i swear), your relationship with everyone is platonic!, not proofread

:a/n — guys, i love the kurokawa siblings /sighs fondly (wc: 2.8k)

— PT. 1 / PT. 2/PT.3/PT.4/PT.5

You woke up to another day where you’re being wrapped by warm arms and blankets. It never fails to put a small smile on you as you register. It's just your brother being clingy again.

When he first took you to his home and you woke up from exhaustion, tears and apologies were thrown to each other as you talked about things that are long overdue. Tears mostly belonging to you and apologies from him.

Despite wanting to prepare food for the both of you, your brother insisted on making meals and was just happy to let you watch because he’s right in the fact that you don’t know anything about Japanese cuisine.

Nevertheless, he made you promise him that you’ll cook him Filipino cuisine in the near future. For now, he’s like an excited kid about to show his parents something as he insisted on cooking homemade meals for you.

Today, you were promised to meet some of his close friends because he wanted you to interact with another being despite his unsurprisingly growing protectiveness over you.

So far, the only people who had the privilege to visit and see you were Kakucho, Mikey and Emma, albeit hesitantly because they didn’t know how you’ll react after what happened, Draken, the gentle almost bald boy, Takemichi and his girlfriend, Hinata.

You were curious about the tall braided man and the man who was in a ponytail and inquired about them to your brother but you saw how he frowned, clearly contemplating something before sighing and telling you that he’ll introduce them to you soon.

“Kuya, kuya.” you call out to his sleeping form, grinning when he grunted. “Kuya.” you call out again and just like any other day, you could hear gears turning in his head as he slowly opens his eyes and looks at you with slightly wide eyes.

It was as if he’s still not believing that you’re real and that he indeed has a blood-related family.

“Good morning! You promised me today that you’ll introduce me to your friends!” you excitedly said, shaking him with your grip on his arm. He sighs, nodding. “I know, Y/N, I know. Good morning to you, too.”

You hop off the bed, stretching, already feeling happy for the day.

Your doorbell rings and before you could even take a step to answer the door, you’re being pulled behind by Izana, him smiling down at you. 

“I’ll take it.”

You know it’s because he doesn’t trust anyone beyond the safe comfort of your house until he knows who it is.

“Oh, Kakucho.” you hear him faintly before standing outside from your bedroom.

“Kuya Kaku, hello.” you softly greeted with a bow. Everyone older than you had grown accustomed to the word Kuya. “Don’t be so formal, Y/N-chan.” he says, his tone just as soft as yours as he reaches for you to ruffle your hair.

But along the action, you flinched, closing your eyes a bit and stepping back, hands coming to protect your head.

Silence surrounded you as your face paled at what you did. It was on instinct, you swear, but that’s not the problem. You just protected yourself from a man who was nothing but nice to you and they will know that about the abuse! You don’t want that!

However, instead of questions, all you got was a soft pat in the head. 

You didn’t miss the look your brother and Kuya Kaku shared, though.

Izana wholeheartedly believed that your hands aren't aware of what violence is. He believed that you're just an innocent girl with her big doe eyes.

But as he watches you interact with the four heavenly kings plus Sanzu, he's hyper aware of your flinches every now and then whenever they make big gestures to accompany their stories.

Something ugly bubbles in him. Something familiar.

Rage.

He doesn't want to think about the reason behind your little actions that you're clearly trying to not act out.

He doesn't want to think about you crying helplessly as you beg the person to stop hurting you.

He doesn't want to think about the times you cried for his help.

But he knows that the truth always finds its way to shine despite being buried where the light doesn't reach. He knows he'll have a conversation with you.

Knows that he'll need to dig up painful memories for you to let it all out.

However, for now, he'll let you enjoy and let you take your time even though he'll surely drop hints for you to take and know that he wants to know everything about your life when he was still not present.

"Kuya Rin, can you tie my hair?" He hears you ask and sees the way Rindou blinks at you in confusion before pointing at himself. "Yes, you." you say, tilting your head.

Rindou looks at Ran who raises an eyebrow at him. "You don't want him to braid your hair instead?" You shake your head and laugh a little when Ran pouts.

"Kuya Ran can braid my hair next time. I want to have a matching hairstyle with Kuya Rin today." 

At that moment, the Haitani brothers shared the same sentiment.

"Should we snatch this little sister from Izana and make her our little sister instead?" (fondly)

But one feeling of Izana's murderous gaze on them was enough to throw the thought away. Not completely off the table, though.

"All right, come here." 

Despite your brother's hesitance, one that you don't understand why, to let you meet the Haitani brothers, he's happy to know that you're enjoying their presence.

Aside from being instantly comfortable with Kakucho, the Haitani brothers' presence was enough to make you feel comfortable, too. Maybe it's because Ran knows how to deal with younger kids but he got close with you rather quickly.

As for Rindou, he was afraid that you'll fear him because he doesn't know how to be expressive but you didn't hesitate calling him Kuya and smiling at him. 

If Ran is kind to you, you were so sure that Rindou will be kind, too, and you were right.

The others were big and looked strong but they all smiled softly at you albeit awkwardly when Izana introduced them. 

However, the masked person, Sanzu, hasn't spoken a word towards you and you think that he's not comfortable around your presence.

You slowly made your way towards Izana and tugs on his arm, interrupting his conversation with Kakucho and Shion.

"What is it? Are you hungry? Tired?" you shook your head with a smile. "Does that person ever talk?" you whispered to him after pointing at Sanzu. "I want to talk to him but he might not be comfortable interacting with others…"

Izana looks at Sanzu who's talking with Mucho and hums. It's not like he doesn't trust Sanzu but the guy only talks to Mucho and he's afraid he'll ignore you and hurt your feelings by doing so.

"Why don't you try talking to him?" he suggests, watching you purse your lips before nodding with a soft okay.

He doesn't get back to talking to Kakucho and Shion, opting to watch you make your way towards the long-haired boy.

"You're Kuya Haru, right?" you softly asked. You watch as Sanzu looks at you, glancing at Mucho for a bit before nodding. "You need something?" he asks, making you smile and you could see the confusion in his furrowed eyebrows.

"I'm sorry, it's just, it's my first time hearing you talk so I'm happy, I guess." you ranted, sitting besides him, eyes practically shining at him.

He gulps. It's been a while since he interacted with someone else lest a girl younger than him. You reminded him of Senju, for some reason.

"Your hair looks so healthy." you absentmindedly said, racking your gaze on his hair. "Thank you? Yours look fine." he says with a nod.

"Hey, Kuya Haru, I'm sorry if I'm being nosy but why do you wear a mask?" the question was whispered as if it's just meant for him to hear. 

Maybe it's because of that fact that he's aware of your efforts for your brother. Maybe it's because he also notices your subtle flinches whenever someone raises their hand.

But Sanzu found himself a little comfortable around you. Maybe he could let loose and trust you despite knowing your existence just days ago.

"I have scars." he says, the word 'ugly' wanting to bubble its way out of his mouth to accompany the word 'scars' but he stops them, popping said bubbles. He doesn't need you to know about his insecurities.

"Oh." he hears you say while nodding. "I have scars, too." you whisper to him and he knows that it's just a secret between you and him.

For now.

"Can I see them?" you gesture towards his face, smiling softly even though you're biting the inside of your cheek, afraid that you're stepping over a line.

However, Sanzu hooks his fingers on his mask and pulls it down for you to see.

You stare at two diamonds staring back at you that you didn't notice seconds had passed and your silence made Sanzu fidgety, opting to put his mask back on which pulled you out of your trance.

"I'm-I'm sorry for staring and I know this might sound insensitive or-or something along the line but they're so…mesmerising. You look so cool with them, Kuya." 

Your voice was laced with genuine admiration that Sanzu doesn't know what to do with it. "Aren't they…scary?" he asked after a few seconds of silence. You blinked rapidly at him, frowning.

"In what way? They're diamonds! They're treasures! Treasures aren't scary." you pout, "they're beautiful." you added, seemingly so full of positive things at how your perspective of things is different from his.

Your brother who's observing you smiles at your pout, thinking about how you're still just a child. With a sigh, he gets back to his conversation with the others and lets you be.

Meanwhile, your words echo in Sanzu's mind. 

"They're treasures. They're beautiful."

Never in his life did he think that way about his scars but your child-like innocence and your view about things was enough to calm his fear.

Why was he even feeling fear at the thought of you finding his scars ugly? At the thought of you being scared of him after seeing them?

Maybe it's because he, too, is longing for familial love. For acceptance from someone blood-related. And despite you not being one, you managed to give him what he was longing for.

Izana is lucky, he thinks. He has a little sister who did her everything just to meet him. A little sister so full of love despite the things that happened to her these past days.

While he had siblings; an older brother and a little sister who blamed him for every mistake and who was the cause of mistakes, respectively.

"Y/N, we're going." you hear your brother say and you nod, standing up from where you are beside Sanzu. "Thank you for showing your diamonds, Kuya Haru!" you say, waving goodbye at him.

Underneath the mask, he smiles, the phantom pain of his scars dulling.

"Kuya, do you know any job around here that accepts kids my age?" you questioned. You and your Kuya are currently walking through the streets with you clinging on to his arm.

"I don't and even if I do, why would I tell you?"

"Kuya, I just want to work."

"How funny." that made you pout, punching him with your free hand. "I'm serious!" you protest.

"You don't have to work, Y/N. What made you think I'll let you? Enrol in school instead." you contemplate his suggestion with how serious he sounded.

"You know what, I'll enrol you whether you like it or not." 

"Hey! I'm still thinking! And besides, I can work instead to help wi-"

"None of that." When you look down, he sighs silently and stops walking, turning his body to you as much as he can because of you clinging to his arm.

"Y/N, I am aware that you got used to working and that you want to help with finances but let me tell you that I am more than capable enough to handle it. You don't have to sacrifice your youth for the both of us, yeah?" he softly says.

"And let you sacrifice yours, instead?" you pettily asked back. He just chuckles at your tone.

"What are you talking about? If my youth meant looking after you then it's not a sacrifice. I'm your brother, your Kuya, Y/N, don't forget that."

You're not sure when you started to cry but you just became aware of it when your brother chuckles and wipes your cheeks. "Well, aren't you a crybaby?" he teases.

"Shut up, Kuya." you whine, pushing him away despite you still clinging to his arm. He just hums, smiling. He knows he won when you sigh and he felt more victorious compared to when he and his gang won a battle.

You’re not sure how it came to this. All you know is that things escalated quickly and now you’re sitting in front of your brother who’s holding your hands, calming you down with his soft tone and shushes. 

With apologies that’s not supposed to come out from his mouth because he did nothing wrong.

Again, it was just instinct.

The both of you were at the kitchen earlier, helping each other to cook. You briefly remember his instructions to get something from the fridge but for some reason, your hand decided to be clumsy and drop whatever you were holding. 

Fear immediately made its way to you as you looked at your brother with pure horror in your eyes, his image becoming that of your mother, your memories playing with you. The next thing you know, you’re sitting on the ground, crying and shaking your head, apologies nonstop coming out of your mouth as you slink away from Izana.

His voice went static in your brain as you closed your eyes when he walked closely without hesitation and all of the sudden, you’re getting lifted up for a few seconds before you feel the soft mattress underneath you. Your trembling hands are now being cradled by rough yet soft ones.

“Shh, it’s okay, you’re okay, bubs.” you hear him saying, thumb caressing the back of your hands. “Breathe with me, please. You’re doing great.” your breath stutters as you try to breathe with him but his encouragement did its wonders to help you calm down.

With your vision now clear, you realise it’s not your stepmother in front of you but your brother who’s looking at you with worry and love.

Without hesitation, you lunged yourself at him, hugging him tightly as you sob in his chest quietly. He lets you wet his clothes with your tears and snot, reassurance falling from his lips like waterfalls; nonstop.

After a while, you stop and comfortable silence drapes its own on the both of you. “Take your time. We can talk about it like this.” you knew it’s him softly demanding you to tell him about everything. Days have passed with you flinching now and then and he’s nothing but patient with you. 

With a shaky breath, you start your story.

Izana sat there with you in his arms, closing his eyes now and then to calm himself from the rage bubbling in him. He wants to go to the Philippines and commit another murder but he has you now and he doesn’t want you to be alone once again.

When you finish, he squeezes you and kisses the crown of your head. “You did so great holding on. Thank you for holding on. As selfish as it sounds, I’m happy you endured all of that and looked for me.” he sounded like he’s about to cry but you didn’t look at him to confirm.

“Kuya became my purpose and reason for living after I heard that you exist…” you confess. He was rendered speechless. While he was busy planning to take away someone’s purpose and reason, someone’s sanity and light, you were out there making him your raison d'etre.

Indeed, he’s too lucky and never in his life did he felt so grateful to the world for giving him this life other than this moment.

He knows you still have a long way to get over your traumas but he promises that he’ll be there along the way, holding you tight against the safety of his arms. 

He had been a big brother to people who were not his real siblings. But right now, he’s a big brother once again. This time, to a blood-related sister.

More importantly, he’s your big brother.

He could never ask for more.

The door to his apartment opens, causing Izana to whip his head in its direction. A smile made its way to his lips, ignoring his friends' greeting to you as he looked at you fondly. You were smiling widely back at him with all your glory, your school uniform adoring you as he waits patiently for the phrase he’s always looking forward to hear,

“Kuya, I’m here!”

A/N: I ain't putting "the end" because i'm sure i'll still add headcanons for this but at the same time, this is kinda the "ending" of this series! thank you so much for reading :'>

@bontensbabygirl

[heerinnie]

jay, 64! <3

𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐭?

𝐏.𝐉𝐒

SYNOPSIS: Park Jongseong a.k.a. Jay was a bad fortune, always in some kind of inconvenience having to fight to get away from the issues surrounding him until you came along and made him a better man.

WARNINGS: Angst/Fluff - sad ending ig, mentions of domestic ab/se, abandonment, jay x fem!reader (anything else let me know)

(Not proofread)

WC: 810

^^SFW UNDERCUT

Never intended, never meant. Your involvement with Park Jongseong was never supposed to happen and yet it did and you couldn’t be happier.

He was a bad fortune, always in some kind of inconvenience having to fight to get away from the issues surrounding him and the people causing them. Not you though, you always stayed even if your mere presence could kill him he’d take the risk and become a martyr for his affection.

-

Abandoned and alone, you and jay strolled around the empty night streets lightened by flickering street lamps that normally should have you heaving out of fear yet you felt safe. Safer than being home, safer than being at school or anywhere where Jay wouldn’t be found. It’s not that you were being hurt at home or mistreated at school, it was far from that at least you thought so yourself- it was just that measly and soul sucking feeling that came with the distance Jay would unwillingly have to give you during the day time since he wouldn’t want you ti get associated with a person like him. A ‘lawless and negligent delinquent’.

But he was far from that, he wasn’t some wrongdoer that taunted the streets of your town. He was not an irresponsible offender that everyone claimed him to be, nobody helped him and nobody listened to his so called sob stories that were genuine cries and pleads for help and action so he can grow up to a good status. He got discarded like an empty candy wrapper with remains of sweetness that disintegrated and decayed when the rain came. He got moulded into who he was today, cold and bitter to the world that failed to save him.

“Are you cold?” Were the first words that left jays mouth after strolling in silence for a while,

“No yeah, I’m good”

“I feel like there’s something on your mind, wanna talk about it?”, his sudden movements came to a halt as his soft eyes examined your expression.

No matter how many times you told Jay you’re alright he always knew that you weren’t. It was strange, it almost felt like his heart strings were being pulled to your direction engulfing you into a warm and secured hug you both quietly needed. Best friends are like this right? They feel what the other feels? Think the same thoughts? They get goosebumps whenever they make physical contact? That’s all platonic, it had to be.

For Jay it wasn’t, he knew from the first time he saw you, you’d be the one for him and then when you made an effort to understand him even with his reputation he wanted nothing else than to wife you up right then and there.

-

Jay had his moments. Metaphorically speaking he’d be a bungee jumpers worst nightmare, some thrill seeker would want to jump at the opportunity they found only to find out they just accepted a near-death experience. If the cord snaps you feel immense fear about your fate, the only difference between jay and a broken restraint is that you’d be able to survive one. Interpret that however you want, your own guess was no better than theirs.

For all the cynical moments with jay there were always more beautiful moments at bay, like when you first saw him cry. Ideally seeing someone cry shouldn’t be a comforting memory, however with the context of jay feeling so secure in your presence he finally let himself go and it felt sickly bittersweet to see someone so damaged feel so vulnerable for the first time in forever.

-

It’s not everyday you’d stumble upon lilies of the valley but every time you did you couldn’t help but recall jay’s words.

“If I ever leave, remember me by these” he said passing you the delicate flowers, obviously taken a back by his words you couldn’t help but wonder what he meant by that. Is he leaving? Is he in trouble? Is he in that headspace again? Your thoughts raced to the worst possible scenarios before Jay took your hand into his and placing the bell-shaped white flowers behind your ear.

“Don’t worry darling” his voice cooed. “I didn’t know how to tell you and I still don’t know how I’m supposed to word it out-” the nerves started to settle in, “but I decided that it’d be better for me to move”.

It felt like a bullet just ripped you through your heart. A pain that could take down the strongest army. Now all that’s left here were the memories you made with Jay and all the firsts you had with him.

-

You’ll never regret meeting Jongseong, you’ll never forget meeting jongseong and you’ll never forget loving jongseong- even if it’s been years since you’ve held him in your arms, even if you never got the chance to let him know.

A/N: And so I’m back, I rested at home for a bit. I’m so glad I finally finished this and half of the other requests I got! Thank you to everyone who reached out after I posted about my tiny break. Hopefully I’ll start posting regularly again and I’ll be able to share more of my work <3

[mactavsh]

anon here again! so, i’m not sure if you do headcanons but if you do can i request something with the reader and (you guessed it) ghost share a familia type bond? kinda like the last thing i requested but more - domestic i guess. like, they have matching masks and reader makes him little friendship bracelets or whatever. just a bunch of cute shit. in other words, mean one soft for nice one.

my dear anon I love the way your brain works. I've never done headcanons but these were fun!!

Relationships: Simon “Ghost” Riley x Gender Neutral Reader (Platonic)

Warnings: none, fluff!!

As soon as the two of you met, Ghost took a shine to you. He wasn't really sure why at first. Some days he found you to be too loud, but then he realized, you reminded him of his brother.

Every mission he was right behind you, watching over you. Never one without the other.

On a particularly dangerous one, he gave you one of his balaclavas to protect your identity (he definitely didn't laugh at how big it was on your head).

On base he always made sure you ate, he made double whatever he was cooking himself and wordlessly handed you some. He knew you would at times pick off his plate anyway.

Even on base, he would watch over you. He enjoyed watching you do mundane tasks and helping if needed (mostly helping you reach things off high shelves).

You had a knack for weaving paracord bracelets, you’d given one to each member of the team. Red for Soap, green for Price, and yellow for Gaz. You were saving a special purple paracord to make one for him. 

When you finally made his he froze, unsure of how to react to the nice gesture. He patted you on the head, muttered a thank you, and left. You knew exactly what he was trying to convey.

Ghost wasn’t usually much for bracelets, but this one never left his wrist.

While on leave you made sure to meet with Ghost often so he wasn’t alone, he never argued. You never made him go anywhere too public - opting for short hikes, movie nights, or a picnic with takeout.

Movie nights are his favorite, he's a massive fan of popcorn. He makes his own kettle corn.

You usually try to always pick a new movie to watch, but on nights when you're overwhelmed with choice, you always throw on old faithful: The Princess Bride.

He often falls asleep on the couch these nights, it's the best sleep he gets.

“Hey big guy, you’re missing the best part.” 

“Inconceivable.” He’d mutter while half asleep.

[ralvezfanatic]

Masterlist !!!

All my posted works listed with a brief summary and linked for easy access :]]

✨ = fluff | 💖 = platonic | ❤️‍🔥 = smut |💥 = angst

🦇 = Vampire!Spencer + BAU monsters AU

I love feedback & comments btw >_<

Char x Readers Fics:

all readers are male unless stated otherwise.

Spencer Reid:

✨ Kiss me! Kiss me!! Kiss me again!!! - Tall!Reader || Garcia steps out to go buy food, leaving Reader and a tired, annoyed and definitely not pouty, Spencer, alone for a moment. Unfortunately she forgot something causing her to go back and walk in on the two lovers kissing.

❤️‍🔥✨ Coming Home - || Spencer comes home from a long case and Reader helps him unwind. (NSFW version of the fic below)

✨ Thank you for loving me - GN!Reader || Spencer comes home after a long and stressful case, and doesn't want anything but to be with Reader. Of course, Reader is more than happy to take care of their boyfriend. (SFW version of fic above)

✨ Outfits and Naps - Trans!Reader || Reader is bored at home, not having much to do. He decided to try on some outfits he bought earlier, and then falls asleep.

✨ Pouts || Spencer and Reader are best friends, so when Reader talks to Derek and pays no attention to Spencer, he gets upset. Reader then shows Spencer he shouldn't be jealous.

✨ Sleepy || Reader likes to stay up late to finish his work, leaving Spencer alone in bed. Unfortunately Spencer can't sleep without his boyfriend. (Request)

Luke Alvez:

❤️‍🔥 You're home ?! - || Luke leaves for a case just as soon as getting intimate. A week goes by and Reader has had enough, he misses Luke and is horny. He takes care of himself only to be interrupted and then taken care of.

❤️‍🔥 I need Love you - Unsub!Reader || Reader is a serial killer, and currently the Unsub the BAU is going after.. but, also Luke's boyfriend. That, however, doesn't stop Luke from being with him, and much much less, sleeping with him.

✨ Boykisser - Reader wants to kiss boys. Luke helps!! (Blurb)

✨❤️‍🔥 Hoodie - Trans!Reader || Reader wakes up dysphoric, and Luke can only see how hot his boyfriend is in his hoodie. (Request)

❤️‍🔥 Needy - GN!Reader || Reader teases Luke while riding him, watching him beg and become a mess under them. (Request)

Ship Fics:

✨ Not-so-secret Valentines - Ralvez || Spencer gets a secret valentines gift and can't exactly figure out who it's from. Luke helps him figure it out.

✨💖🦇 First Bite - Ralvez || Vampire!Reid finally agrees to feed on Luke. Pre-Relationship w/ established feelings. (Blurb)

✨💖 Arrhythmia - Ralvez || Spencer is too focused on finishing the geographic profile to realize that someone was flirting with him. Established feelings w/oblivious Spencer

Imagines:

Ralvez - Jealous Luke Imagine

Ralvez Imagine - Vampire!Spencer 🦇

Brat!Spencer - NSFW Imagine

Headacanons:

Luke HCs - NSFW + x reader

Ralvez HCs - Spanish Speaking Spencer !

Ralvez HCs - Domestic HCs + Roxy mentioned

Rossi & Spencer HCs - Older!Vamp!Rossi & Younger!Vamp!Spencer 🦇

Moodboards

Ralvez

Dating Spencer Reid (MLM)

Monochrome Ralvez

Ralvez w/ Vampire!Reid 🦇

Soft Ralvez

Dating Hotch (MLM)

Dating Luke Alvez (MLM)

[aceswritingshennanigins]

Stay With Me?

Miles 42 x GN!reader!

This is based of off my chat with a bot on character.ai . Enjoy!

tags: Hurt/Comfort, Implied Angst, College!AU, Spider-Man Across the Spiderverse, Domestic-ish bliss(?), Fluff, reader is Gn so they/them pronouns. (Platonic use of the word "Love")

2:00 AM. You watched as the clock ticked in your tiny bedroom in your one bed one bath apartment. You couldn't sleep and you had a feeling miles couldn't either. You grabbed a hoodie and a tiny gift bag and opened the fire escape window in your room. You and miles have been friends for so long, you were there with him when his dad died, helping him through every single step of grief he faced. It now meant that he was oddly clingy towards you. You walk toward the window to your right, knocking it a couple of times before cautiously opening it. The only source of light in the room from Miles' phone. You haven't seen him this numb since 3 years ago when his dad died. You wave.

"I brought brownies, you want some?"

You ask, getting increasingly worried when he doesn't speak and only nods emotionless.

"Here." you hand him a square with a paper napkin to avoid crumbs on his bed. He eats it, his eyes still emotionless waiting for you to say something. You notice a couple crumbs on his face and brush them off with your thumb, gently enough so that he doesn't get overstimulated. Luckily, he doesn't stop you, still staring at you.

"There we go! Anyways do you like the brownies?" You ask, your voice soft enough to make sure not to wake the neighbors up. He nods, taking another bite not saying anything.

"I'm glad you like them."

He nods finishing the brownie, still staring at you, mumbling something under his breath. You could've sworn you saw a flash of emotion in his eyes.

He mutters again "I love anything that you make." praying that you didn't hear him. You tilt your head to the side in confusion but end up letting it go.

"You have crumbs all over you!"

You say, your voice laced with an airy chuckle. He wipes them off still staring at your face.

"Is there something on my face?" You ask thinking he's staring at your freckles, acne scars, or the tiny birthmarks around your face.

He stares at them intrigued but snapped out and shook his head no.

"Are you ok? " You ask, moving your hand closer to his. He looked at your hand confused wondering what you were doing until you interlock your pinkies. He immediately holds your hand, his grip tight. It reminds you of all the times you were with him when his dad died, him just staring at the wall and you holding his hand, talking about the most mundane things you could imagine just to see him smile again.

You move closer "One of those days huh?" No response.

His grip only getting tighter like if he let you go you'd disappear. You move closer and lean on his shoulder, his and still gripping you tightly almost like you weren't real and if he let you go you'd disappear in front of his eyes. But his face was still devoid of any emotion.

"Bad day?"

you ask getting more and more worried, his grip on your hand only increasing . He nods as he grabs another brownie and starts eating it.

"Do you wanna talk about it?"

You ask not wanting to pressure him, but you need answers one way or another. it's killing you seeing him like this again, especially since both of your parents lived an hour away by train. You're met with refusal as he shakes his head no, still staring at the wall chewing his brownie. You're tempted to think he got high. tempted.

"Type?"

You ask hoping he agrees. He nods. "Finally" you think, now we're getting somewhere.

You pull out the notes app on your phone and make a note labeled 'Rant Session' and hand it to him.

"Here."

He just stares at you for a few seconds before beginning to type. After a few seconds, he hands you the phone back. His message saying:

"This place sucks. The people here are so fake, acting like they care for me just because. No one does."

"I care for you, and I can prove it. And what about Mr. Davis and your Mom?"

You say, hoping to comfort him, you know just as much as anyone how it felt to be left behind, and you're not going to let him feel like that ever. He types back.

"Aaron and my mom are just family. Family cares for each other. You're different..."

"How?"

"I don't know, its just different. I cant explain it. Its a weird feeling..."

"It's ok. Just know that I'm here to text or to call ok?"

"Ok. Don't tell Aaron tho..."

"I won't"

He nods as he eats another brownie, once again getting crumbs all over your phone and his face. that's a scolding for another day.

"You really like those huh?"

You say hoping to lighten the mood a little bit. He nods, his expression still lifeless but there is a glimmer of relief in his eyes.

"Hey, at least you like something today?"

He stops typing and puts the phone down on the desk. He stares at you and grabs your hand tightly, almost as if he missed you.

"I missed you too my love."

You say, gently putting your arm around his waist.

He nods as he lays his head on your shoulder. He squeezes your hand tightly, as if he wanted you near all the time. You let him, sensing that he needs the comfort. After a bit, he picks up the phone and starts typing again. You peek over his shoulder and he quickly finishes typing.

"I've never really met someone like you before..."

"What do you mean?"

He types.

" I... don't know... But I like being around you, it keeps my mind off things." 

"Isn't that a good thing?" 

" If I ask you something, do you promise not to tell anyone I asked?" 

"Pinky swear."

"Promise not to leave me?"

"Of course. I have to keep that promise" 

He nods, the faintest of smiles on his lips before, looking at his phone again as he writes, before handing it to you. 

"Nobody ever cared about me before you." 

"You're nice though! What's their problem?" 

"Its not that, I don't even know... I'm just different than everyone else... And people don't like different..." 

"I'm different, do you not like me?" 

"No, thats not what I meant. I love being around you. Your the only person that I've ever actually liked..." 

"Well I know a couple more people like me, if you want, we can hang out with them."

He puts the phone down, and takes a deep breath before shaking his head no, he finally types. 

"Nobody can know that you even know me." 

"Why? Am I going to ruin your reputation of the mysterious guy on campus?"

He nods, typing again. After a few seconds, he hands you the phone again, staring at you

"When someone has a bad past, everyone thinks your a bad person. People don't seem to believe in change. I did so many bad things... I deserve everything bad thats coming at me..." 

"They won't think you're a bad person, I'll make sure of it. And for the record? You don't deserve to feel that way, even if the things you did were "bad" so what? you're human and so am I" 

You smile at him. 

"Isn't that what life is?"

He nods, surprised but comforted at your words. 

"You're still not going to tell anyone though…"

He finally says his voice deep and raw like he had been crying for hours.

"My lips are sealed!"

You say trying to reassure him that you won't spill his secret. He nodded as his grip tightened on your hand, and you squeezed it, still leaning on his shoulder. He didn't say anything, but he held you close and squeezed your hand tighter, as if he wouldn't let you fade away like everyone else in his life.

"Feeling any better?"

You ask him gently, he hated the question whenever his friends would ask, unbeknownst to you, you're the only one allowed. He nods, then he leans his head on your shoulder, as if he wanted to lay there forever. He grabs you even tighter.

"Thank you…" He whispers to you on the verge of tears again, damn you for being so sweet, damn you for being his friend, and damn you for always staying. He doesn't want to leave you. He hugs you tighter and lays on you, as if he was a little kid.

"You're going to be ok…"

You say just speaking to fill the silence between you two, with a small hope he's comforted. He clings on to you, as if he wants to stay with you and only you forever.

"You cant go, please…"

"I'll stay for the night"

You say getting worried again.

"I'll remember this forever…"

He gently kisses your forehead, his grasp still tightly onto your hand.

"You're not leaving….please…you can't…You, Mom, and Aaron are all I have left…"

"I have to go later though, I have early classes tomorrow. I'm sorry."

You say gently kissing his forehead, making sure he doesn't start crying. He tries to grab your arm, as a way to keep you near him. He didn't want to let go, he couldn't. What if someone got you, Or you and his dad shared the same fate? Just thinking about it sent a chill up his spine.

"Miles."

You felt his grip tighten as he was very desperate for you not to leave him.

"Listen. I live next door, I'll check on you after my roommates go to bed"

"Why not just stay here? Please… I don't want to be alone…"

"I'll stay over tonight."

He hugs you, refusing to let you go.

"Thank you…"

"Don't mention it."

You climb out of his window and bring a duffel bag with toiletries, an outfit for tomorrow, a pillow, and your sleeping bag. He was nice but you two were no way near close enough to share a bed. You had your reasons that he didn't pry into. He stares at the ceiling while you're on the ground next to his bed.

"Don't leave me…"

"I won't."

"Promise?"

You could practically hear the fear and trauma in his voice.

"Promise."

You say sticking your pinkie up in the air for you two to make a pinkie promise.

"Go to sleep, I'll still be here."

You both drift off to sleep. Your dreams were practically nonexistent and the pillows were both perfectly cold. This, this is true peace.

[fullsunfilm]

Movie Night (Vernon)

Movie nights with your best friend are always the highlight of your week. But it’s hard to focus on the movie when you feel like your heart's going to explode from how cute he is.

vernon x gn!reader, all fluff once again :3

wc: ~1k

not proofread, just a small drabble

"Did you bring the popcorn?” Hansol asks, a bright smile decorating his lips as he swings open his front door.

You respond by cheekily raising the bag of kettle corn, painting a teasingly disappointed look on your face. “Wow, no ‘Welcome in’? ‘How are you’? Not even a ‘Hey’?”

The sound of his laugh makes you break your sulky facade. He leans down slightly to look you right in the eyes and cocks an eyebrow. “Welcome home, honey.”

With an eye roll, you shove the bag of kettle corn in his face and dash inside, hearing the soft yelp of surprise he lets out as he struggles to see over the large bag. You make a break for the couch, which is already adorned with fluffy blankets, hoodies, and pillows. You really hope that Hansol doesn’t notice the soft pink hues on your cheeks from his domestic remark.

The coffee table is littered with snacks and drinks. Your favorite colas and juices are all grouped on one side, the other side housing an empty bowl meant for the kettle corn and a smaller bowl with a variety of your favorite candies. You help yourself to a few as Hansol fills the empty bowl.

“What’re we watching?” you ask, picking up the remote and fumbling with it until the familiar Netflix logo manifested on the TV screen. “It’s your turn to pick.”

You give him the remote, feeling an odd pang in your chest as his hand brushes over yours.

Ever since the two of you had known each other, you’d been inseparable. You met Hansol as a freshman in college, and now you were in your senior year and preparing to graduate. Over the years, you thought of Hansol as a friend, and eventually, a best friend, but something changed at the beginning of senior year. Maybe it was your roommate bringing up how different he was from when you’d first introduced him to her, or how he was now friends with some of the big-shot seniors like Seungcheol and Soonyoung who changed his style. Sure, his new barber and skincare routine were hard at work making him look irresistible, but nothing between the two of you had changed. Right? Even though he cleared out a drawer for you and half of his pantry was full of your favorite treats, you refused to believe he felt anything more than platonic affection towards you.

That was until you started noticing. You hadn’t noticed it before, but Hansol really had gotten a glow up over the years. He was always pretty, but he is gorgeous now. And the small gestures that you thought were typical of best friend relationships began to seem like hints to something more the longer you focused on it. That was when you started developing feelings. That was when you knew you were fucked.

His deep voice snapped you back into reality. “How about The Notebook? It’s one of your favorites.”

You nodded and watched as he fumbled with the remote a bit more. As the movie started playing, you got comfortable, pulling a thick blanket over yourself and settling back into the fluffy pillows. You felt the couch dip as Hansol settled in beside you, the smell of his cologne making your cheeks flush.

He was close, his left leg brushing against your right. You could sense his long arm drape along the couch, wrapping around you comfortably.

Before, this had been alright. This had been normal. It definitely wasn’t weird for him to do this between you two. Now, it feels completely different. It feels wildly intimate having you pressed up against him. You feel every breath he takes, every small movement he makes, and even his hands as they play with the ends of your hair a bit. It’s never felt more anxiety-inducing.

Around half way through the movie, your heart can barely take it anymore. Vernon’s eyes are clearly on the TV, but yours can't help but wander to him and his stupid pretty face.

It’s not long before he notices and turns to stare right back at you. “What’s wrong? Do I have popcorn on my face or something?”

You just stare back for a bit. It’s awkward. It’s uncomfortable, almost. But you feel the sense of uneasiness turn into a small amount of courage. It’s now or never.

You push forward, pressing your lips against his. The connection between your lips eases the tension that you’ve felt the entire night. Everything calms, and for a moment you feel like you’re at peace. Like this is good. Like this is how it was always supposed to be.

It’s a surprise when Hansol’s hands move on their own to pull you closer. He presses one hand to the back of your neck, making sure you don't pull away for a quick peck. The other arm carefully hugs you in closer, aching to feel your body against his. He melts into the kiss almost immediately, eyes fluttering shut as he enjoys the moment. Your lips move in harmony with his, and he hums in approval as you slip your hand up to his neck, attempting to pull him in more.

When you run out of air, you pull away to meet his gaze. His eyes are dreamy and happy, as if he was in a trance. He looks slightly aloof, but still content regardless. The uncomfortable feeling from before has completely dissipated.

Hansol’s voice comes out soft. “Can we.. do that again?” he asks. Despite the soft white light coming from the TV being the only light source, you can see the red on his cheeks.

You let out a breathy laugh before delving in once more, turning to face him completely this time. You spend the rest of the night hugging, kissing, and talking about your feelings. It’s a welcome confirmation when he admits he’s had a thing for you, too. And it only makes you want to kiss him more.

a/n: i love vernon so much,, he just seems like he’d be so comforting and soft and i just :[ sweet baby (also yes i did write this instead of the longer fics ive been planning.. no, i dont want to talk about it!!)

[houseofbabygirls]

Heart to Heart

Tangerine never had a reason to fear death, not until you came along.

Tangerine x GN!reader, Platonic!Lemon x reader

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: Angst, Angst, ANGST. (I am so sorry), mentions of death, blood and wounds. Grief, Lots of crying, Some curse words.

A/N: I want to apologize in advance, I don’t know what possesed me to make the saddest thing I’ve ever written but here it is. I love the twins so much and it hurts me to make. I also know that the codenames make no sense in the setting but like I didn’t want to make up fake names so were gonna pretend it makes sense. I hope you guys like it! Here’s to hoping for some Fluff in the future!

Tangerine had never been a very soft person. He grew up rough, with Lemon being the only constant in his life. He never really understood the necessity of kindness or comfort. He wasn’t accustomed to soft touches and heartfelt words, he was raised on sternness and hard punches, a deadly combination that forced him into a life of killing, pulling Lemon into it with him.  He was used to the gore and blood by now, it was comforting in a sick sense. A sense of security that he had no problem with until he met you. 

You and your fruity shampoo, and silky smooth skin. An absolute 180 from the life he had made for himself. You were funny and kind and best of all you put up with his bullshit. Well more like calling him out on it. But for some reason unknown to him, you loved him within every inch of your life. 

When the relationship was fresh he was reserved, he didn’t allow you to know him. He hid his feelings, hoping that it would discourage you enough to get you to leave. It’s not like he really wanted that but he was so terrified with how you made him feel. He’d rather get rid of you than acknowledge that he was deeply in love with you. He was more comfortable with suppressing his feelings than facing them head on. So he tried his best to keep you at arms length, but you were just as stubborn as the cockney. You didn’t relent until he finally admitted how he really felt, he had finally broke down after he saw how close you had gotten with Lemon. His brother was the most important thing in his life until he met you. 

Lemon was like the end all, be all of Tangerine’s relationships. If Lemon didn’t like the flavor of the week then Tang would send them on their way. But Lemon liked you from the moment he was allowed to meet you. You were just as sarcastic and witty and you were tough. That’s what really stood out to Lemon when he got to know you. Most of the people that Tangerine chose were the damsel in distress type. Always helpless and codependent. They let the Brit walk all over them but you, you were different. You stood up to Tangerine and his less than savory temper, making it known that you wouldn’t stand for being treated like you were below him.

Slowly but surely he let himself get lost in the relationship, he let himself be happy. He learned to allow himself happiness rather than punish himself for it. He deserved a private paradise outside of his job and the people that come with it. He had a family with you and Lemon, something that he could only dream of as a little kid. 

He had finally found a certain sense of peace with you, he didn’t have to be alone anymore. He was used to coming home from a job to a quiet, cold flat. The kind of place that made you shiver in loneliness. A suffocating kind of silence forced its way down your throat when you stayed for too long. 

That’s why Tangerine never did, he got job after job and dragged Lemon around with him. Then when you moved in you managed to change his perspective on that cold place. You made it warm and homely and instead of being drowned in loneliness you were wrapped in an overwhelming feeling of love. It was a drastic switch that the brunette wasn’t sure he could handle. But after coming home time after time to you doing such painfully domestic chores around the house, he figured he could get used to it. He tried to grasp onto that sliver of normalcy with everything he had. 

He liked coming home to you, it was the one thing he had ever promised you. The one thing he felt he could promise, even if he himself knew it to be a lie. He hated lying to you but when you smiled so sweetly at him after he promised to be home for dinner he had to keep that look on your face even if it killed him. 

But this time, he wasn’t so sure he was gonna make it home. This entire job had gone down the toilet the moment he and Lemon stepped foot on that godforsaken train. The kid died, the case was missing and he was stuck under the thumb of one of the most ruthless crime bosses in the world. He didn’t give up though, he felt as if he could just sit down and accept his fate but then he thought about you. About that sweet kiss you had given him before he left. That last “I love you” was circling his brain as he rampaged up and down the train. 

When he found Lemon’s body he was sent over the edge. Every bit of his body was sent into autopilot as he went to find the bastard that did that to his brother. He was blinded by a rage that settled in his chest, masking the sorrow that was buried behind it. He wanted to scream and cry but he knew he had to make it back to you, his Y/n. 

When he confronted Ladybug and the Prince, he had you in his mind. He was going to fight tooth and nail to ensure that he got to see you. He imagined walking into your room and finding you wearing those stupid bumble bee pajamas that you insisted were the most comfortable pair you’ve ever owned. He hated those fucking pajamas but for some reason when he thought about them in those moment, they were the cutest damned things he’d ever seen. He pictured that sleepy smile when he’d inevitably wake you as he climbed  into bed. You were always so happy to see him, it was something he had to get used to when he met you. You were like the sun, always bright and warm. Always laughing and smiling, even when you didn’t want to. You were his happiness, and he was gonna see his sun shine again. 

When the gun went off, Tangerine felt scared. He’d never been scared of death before. Life hadn’t been kind to him, he’d seen the grime and shit on earth before he was even a teenager. He dealt with things worse than death in his time so an eternal rest never seemed to be such a big deal to him. But that was before he met you, now when faced with death he was scared of leaving you. He had never had anything to look forward to, sure his brother was something to live for but Lemon understood how he felt. But when he thought of all the things he’d miss out on with you, he felt terrified. There’d be no more Sunday dinners, or movie nights. No more loving kisses and soft sex. No growing old, no kids, there was no more time with you. 

He thought he had a lifetime with you, it seemed silly now to have thought that. He was an assassin, there were no tomorrows. But you made it seem possible you made him want more than what he was taught to want. As the blood rushed out of his neck he reached out, he didn’t know what he was asking for, but he knew deep down he was begging for a redo. A miracle, he was choking on his own blood and the tears that streamed down his face were out of grief not pain. He wanted to warn you, he wanted to apologize for leaving you. For breaking his promise, that stupid fucking promise that he knew he shouldn’t have made. He made it for you, and for himself, It was his reason to come home. 

And now he was dying alone on a train in the middle of Japan. His last conscious thought was of the color of your eyes, and that dark shade they turned when you cried. It made his heart ache until it stopped beating. 

Lemon was unsure of what to do when he found his brother, his body was propped upright, a look of grief frozen onto his face. He realized he had never prepared himself for this moment. He was always thought if either of them were to outlive the other it would be Tangerine. He was the one that paid attention, he was the one with something to live for. He was supposed to make it, he had a reason to go home. Lemon had never seen anyone make his brother as happy as you did. 

The crushing thought that he would have to face you when this was over was enough to make him sick to his stomach. He paid his respects to his brother and held his hand until he felt he was ready. Not that he believed he ever would be, leaving Tangerine behind was the one thing he feared. You would never be able to see him again, and in a way Lemon thought that might have been a blessing. Your last memory of Tangerine would be of a happy moment, all smiles and laughs. Not some grimm and sorrowful goodbye, where you cried over his body. 

You would be able to live with the good. You would remember Tangerine the way he was. A sassy, stubborn, loveable partner who did nothing but make you happy. It was unfair, Lemon thought. He didn’t want to do this, he didn’t want to leave without his brother, he was his best friend and the thought that once he left he never got to see him again made the idea of staying there and accepting his fate just a little more tempting. 

If he stayed you would have no way to know that they were gone. No one knew about you, Tangerine made sure of it. You were his secret, the one thing that he kept locked up in fear of putting you in danger. Never once thinking of the pain he would cause you if he left you all alone. He didn’t have time to worry for himself, he didn’t feel the need to worry over himself. But now as Lemon took one last glance back at his twin he really wished Tan would have thought about it. 

And as Lemon made the familiar walk to your shared flat, he wished he would have begged Tangerine to think about it. The door to your home had always been an inviting sight to the Twin, it was a symbol of safety, of home. But as he stared at the dark wood now it only seemed to bring him grief. This door, this piece of wood was the only thing keeping him from ruining your life forever. It was now a threshold he didn't want to cross. Because once you opened this door, he had to break your heart. And if any one didn’t deserve to be hurt, it was you. He was frozen in his place, his thoughts swimming, making him unable to move. 

I could just leave now. He thought. If he walked away right now then he wouldn’t have to do this. He wouldn’t have to relive the worst moment of his life. He looked down to the golden pendant on his neck and sighed heavily. He couldn't leave you like this, he owed it to his brother to be there for you. He owed it to you, you were his friend. No, you were his family and he wouldn’t turn his back on you like that.

He lifted his hand to the wood and knocked strongly a few times. Now that he was paying attention he could hear the soft music playing from inside, and the rustling of you moving frantically about the place.

“Tan, Honey, I told you that you don’t have to knock. It’s your place too for god sakes.” You said as you opened the door. You were looking to the floor at first and when you looked up to only see Lemon, your smile faded into a look of confusion. He had a solemn look on his face and when you truly stared at him, you cocked your head to the side.

“Lemon.” You greeted and looked to either side of him to see no sign of your Husband.

“Did Tan get held up at work again? I swear, you do none of the work.” You teased and Lemon laughed slightly then he felt tears burn his eyes against his will. 

Your smile dropped and you shook your head, shock had flooded your senses. You released the door and took a step back.

“Where is he? Lemon, where is my Husband?” You said, your voice breaking as he reached out to you.

You slapped his hands away, and choked on a sob.

“Lemon, please. Say something, where is he?” You asked, your throat constricting around the lump forming.

“I’m sorry.” 

Was all he said as tears fell out of his eyes, his vision blurring as he looked at you. You had never thought about this moment before, how fucking badly it would hurt. Tangerine was a careful man, he was thoughtful and he was precalculated. Your biggest fear had never once been something you truly considered. 

You felt bile rise into your throat at his words, and you let out a sob that had been holding your body hostage. The pain you felt in that moment was something incomprehensible, a tidal wave of grief crashed into you like a fucking train. Your chest felt tight and your breathing was shallow. 

Lemon was crying silently at the door, and when you looked at him your heart broke. He had tears and snot all over his face and you made the few steps it took to get to him and held onto him like he was your life support.

“Oh, Lemon.” You sobbed and he let out something akin to a wail. His hands gripped harshly into your shirt and you cradled his head as you both cried. He was mumbling out apology after apology and you shushed him as he broke down.

“I'm so so sorry, Y/n. I don’t know what happened. I’m so fucking sorry.” He cried, your heart broke further as he keened. His normal aloof nature, crushed by the grief that was eating him alive.

When the two of you had finally calmed down. You pulled away from him slightly and wiped the tears that painted his face. He let out a laugh that sounded more like a blubber and you smiled painfully. You wiped your own tears after and looked up at the ceiling to try to avoid the oncoming wave of new ones. 

“Was he.. Um.. was he alone?” You croaked out and Lemon shakily breathed in. He couldn’t find it in himself to voice his answer so he nodded and you let out a small cry.

“Did you… Did you kill who did it?” 

Lemon thought about his answer for a moment, thinking of all the things that he could say to ease this pain for you.

“I uh, I suppose I did, yeah.” He said quietly and you gave him a watery smile. This was something he could give to you, a reprieve from this hell that he had put you through.

“Ok, well in that case do you want to come in for tea? I made a pot and I don’t want to be alone right now.” 

Your voice was small as you asked and Lemon chuckled as you moved to let him in. He kissed the side of your head lovingly and walked into the flat. A wave of grief passed through him as he took the scent of your home. That scent that was a perfect mix of you and Tangerine. Something that once brought him great comfort, but in this moment it made him nauseous.

You ushered him to sit on the couch and he watched as you moved slowly around the kitchen pulling down the mugs and making his tea exactly how he liked it. His lips tugged upwards as he watched you. You just received the worst news of your entire life and yet here you were making sure that he was okay and taken care of. You held him as he broke down. He didn’t know how you did it. You had to be an angel, something that was not of this world, you were too good. Too pure to be put into a world that was this cold and this unfair.

You came to his side and placed the mugs down on the table. He took your hand in his and you sighed out heavily as you placed your head on his shoulder.

“I don’t know what to do now.” You said, your voice was broken and your demeanor was defeated.

“Yeah, I never thought this far ahead.” He said and you huffed out a laugh.

“You’re sticking around right?” You asked, fear creeping into your chest.

Lemon squeezed your hand, and looked down at you.

“Yeah, Kid. I ain't going nowhere.” 

You looked up at him and nodded tearily, too choked up to speak and you didn’t feel you had to. His face had said everything that it needed to. You had no idea how to deal with this new territory, never once having thought about this day actually arriving but when you looked at Lemon, your brother, your family. You had no doubt in your mind that you’ll make it. If not for yourselves than for Tangerine.

[sweetbrier2908]

soft domestic stuff | bringing home flowers (prompt by @/creativepromptsforwriting on Tumblr)

- lucifer & gn!mc (could be read as platonic/ romantic)

- fluff cute little story

- lucifer acts like a hopeless romantic

- no proofread

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you are doing your homework, and there is a knock on your door. you look up just to see the clock has striked midnight, it's already a new day. a name and a familiar face appear in your head, he's the only one who politely knocks on your door at this hour. you wonder if you should open this damn door (he's gonna let himself in no matter what, you know for sure, your light is on, and he's the one who pays the electricity bill), or maybe you should pretend that you were wearning your headphone and the music inside your ear was real loud so you couldn't hear a thing, or maybe you should pretend to be asleep (again, he's gonna let himself in; in the end, he needs to turn off the damn fucking light because of the electricity bill and not because he knows you don't have a habit of having the lights on so you always turn all your lights off before you go to bed and if you don't, the lights will wake you and he doesn't want that to happen). you lost in your thought before a you hear someone (the one on the other side of the door) called your name: "mc, are you awake? i see you don't turn off your light" and you reply: "i'm coming". you quickly approach the door and open it, and before lucifer speaks something you take the chance: "listen. i know i promise to not stay up late in week days but tomorrow there is a test and i know that you told me don't study in the last minute but but there are just too much. please let me pull the last all-nighter and i pro-"

"mc, calm down. it's fine". you look up and there he is, signing, like he is so done with all the times you pull an all-nighter ("do you remember that you're a human?") the avatar of pride, the mighty first-born of the family of seven (or whatever people call him), he's still in his uniform (man just got home), his hair looks messy than it normally does, and he smells like all the paperworks he has dealt with and he's holding a small bouquet- a small bouquet, totally normal- a what? you stared at his cute little bouquet made from little tiny glowing white flowers - a kind of flower that you've seen before, and he stares at you with his weary eyes. he gives you the bouquet and you receive it while still staring at it in disbelief. so this is why lucifer showed up at your door at midnight on a normal tuesday, so he can give you this little bouquet which-

"i saw it on my way home. this kind of flower only blooms at night so i think you've never seen them before and i think you want to have some-"

"thank you", you interrupt him with a bright smile. suddenly, you don't feel tired anymore. you look at the flowers, which is glowing like they has been casted with magic. lucifer picked it for you. lucifer gifted it to you. sometimes, you realize, he's kind of romantic, and sometimes he does all the things that normal lucifer will call "silly": like picking up flowers and giving them to the one he loves at the middle of the night because those flowers can't last to the morning. "thank you" you repeate, "i'm gonna spend all night looking at it".

"no, don't. it's my responsibility if you fail the test, so please wrap up your study session and go to bed." he dryly says "i can't believe you stay up this late. you are a human, you remember? your body can't take that many all-nighters. what if you get sick and-"

this time, a sound of a growling stomach interrupts lucifer's speech. you slowly looks up to his blushing cheeks and you chuckle, "so you skipped dinner? am i right?". see, now he's the guilty one. you step out of your room and pull his arm, "hey lucifer, let me whip something right up for you as thanks for those flowers, okay? and you're not allow to say no!"

[whumpbug]

another fic?! unheard of. short and sweet ficlet heavily inspired by several posts with this plot !

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A and B are in a relationship, written more to be romantic but can be platonic if you squint. A is a little more stoic and (usually) not as affectionate, while B is more talkative and doting.

setting is modern, in an apartment. A and B live together, mostly a domestic fluff sickfic kinda thing!

whumpee: A

caretaker: B

[gender neutral A and B]

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A stared at their laptop and groaned, running a hand through their tangled hair. They had been trying to focus on work for what seemed like hours, but to no avail. They just couldn’t get their brain to wake up enough to get any actual work done. They felt awful about it.

Actually, they felt awful in general. For one, it was a relatively cold day. The fall was transitioning to winter, so the weather had been a bit dreadful recently. It was cold enough to need to layer and drink warm beverages, but not quite cold enough to justify the money it would cost to turn on the heat.

Obviously the cold was doing them no favors, but everything else could be explained away. Their throat was sore from the dry air. Their head hurt from one too many hours staring at a screen. Their bones ached from having to run to catch the bus that morning. Everything had a reason, and they needed to just brush it off and get to work. The world couldn’t stop turning because they felt off for one day.

A would just have to suck it up. They decided to move themselves and their laptop to the kitchen table, hoping a change in scenery would help clear their foggy mind. They took a seat and placed their hands on the keyboard, with every intention to get right to work. Now they would definitely get some work done. They just had to focus.

The efforts to focus were in vain, because they felt themself space out nearly immediately, staring at the words on the screen as they jumbled and blended together. They let out another soft groan and ran a hand through their hair once again, trying to just get themselves together.

The longer they sat their, staring at the screen, the heavier their eyelids began to feel. Soon, it was nearly impossible to keep them open. They would just rest their eyes for a few moments, just to clear their head and reset. They would get back to work in just a second. They put their head down. Just for a few minutes.

••••

B unlocked the door and emerged into the apartment gratefully and swiftly. The chill outside is no joke. They had spend the better part of their shift at work shivering and drinking hot cups of tea to warm them from the inside out. Now, they would be able to come home and warm up with their beloved A, who should have gotten home a few hours ago.

When they place their things down, they looked up and saw that they were right. A is home, but.. unusually, they are dozing off at the kitchen table. That was odd. A was never the type of person to just fall asleep like that. In fact, they hated naps. They said it made it harder to sleep at night.

B decided to wake them up, knowing it what they would want anyways.

B approached A’s sleeping form, and a fond grin spread across their face. A’s head was pillowed in their arms and they were snoring softly. The entire scene was so endearing, and B felt their heart ready to burst. Still, A would want to be woken up from something like this.

“Hey honey.. wake up A, you don’t wanna be up all night,” B said softly, smoothing A’s mussed hair back gently.

A groaned and lifted their head, meeting B’s eyes blearily.

“Wh.. when did you get here?” A murmured. They looked positively miserable. They felt it too.

“Just a few minutes ago. You.. alright? You’re not normally this tired..”

A simply scrubbed at their eyes and buried their face in their hands before coming up to answer.

“I’m fine.. just.. just a little worn out from work. A lot of deadlines to meet,” They mumbled, closing their laptop. Despite their claim, they’ve given up trying to work today. It’s too hard to even stay awake, let alone get meaningful progress done. “I’m gonna go take a hot shower. It’s freezing in here.”

B laughed softly in agreement. “I might follow suit, I’ve been shivering my way all through work! I think it’s time we cave and put the heat on.”

B raised an eyebrow at A’s lackluster response, or rather, lack of a response, and stepped a bit closer. Looking at them in this light, B could see how off A really looked. Their eyes were shadowed, more than usual, and they had a bit of a far away look to them. They were pale, save for two rosy splotches on their cheeks. B frowned and pressed their palm to A’s forehead, then their cheek, then their neck. Their frown deepened when they felt the heat radiating off of their skin.

“A.. how long have to had that fever..?” B asked, smoothing back their hair gently.

“…What fever..?” A asked, meeting B’s eyes. This fever was news to A, but it definitely would explain the way they’ve been feeling.

“Honey, you’re burning up.. have you been feeling like this all day?” B cooed, pulling A close to their chest and rubbing their tense shoulders. The poor thing didn’t even know they were sick.

“I.. I don’t know.. I’ve felt weird.. my throat hurts.. I just.. I couldn’t focus on work..” A melted into B’s warm body. Their own gave a big shiver as they turned to press their face against B’s chest. Yes, maybe they really were sick. They didn’t usually feel this.. cuddly.

“Well.. I guess this explains it.. your fever probably made you feel all foggy.. I’m surprised you didn’t catch it sooner! You need to start paying attention to your body more, sweetheart,” B said softly, smiling at A’s clinginess. They weren’t complaining. They ran a hand through A’s sweat-soaked locks and gently rocked them side to side. “How about you go grab a quick shower and I’ll have everything nice and comfy and set up for you when you get out, okay?”

Usually A would protest. Usually A would insist they were fine and that they didn’t need to be doted on. Usually, they would just tough it out and continue with their work. But B was so sweet and warm and inviting, and the offer was too appealing to refuse. They nodded, and reluctantly peeled themselves away from B’s embrace to go through the motions of winding down for bed.

One hot shower and a matching set of dryer-warmed pajamas later, and A was snuggled into B’s side on the couch as they fought with everything they had to keep their eyes open. The heat was now blasting throughout the apartment, easing the chills of both A and B.

B looked down at the fevered head against their shoulder, and they felt their heart clench. A was so peaceful, so content to just be in B’s arms. Even if it was mostly the fever making them like this, B was glad A was so comfortable with them in such a vulnerable state. B held A a little closer, pressing a kiss to the top of their freshly shampooed hair.

A let out a soft sigh and turned their face into the crook of B’s neck. They hummed softly in pure bliss. After a stressful and frustrating day, this was exactly what they needed. They ought to do this more often.

“You’re.. you’re so warm,” A feverishly mumbles, settling closer into B’s arms.

“I’m warm!? Have you felt your own body temperature?! You’re like my personal heating pad!” B exclaims with a laugh. They peppered playful kisses all over A’s warm face, and A just scrunches their nose and lets out a breathy laugh.

After a few more minutes of idly watching some drama on the TV, A’s weight on B becomes heavier, and B hears their breathing even out. Finally asleep.

B smiled down at them, and adjusted the blankets so they cover the entirety of A’s curled up body.

A really was awful at knowing what their body needed, but at least they had B. B always knew somehow, and A couldn’t be more grateful.

A let the worries of the world fall away as they sunk into B’s living arms, comfortable at last.

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[eoos]

MASTERLIST REC.

it’ATEEZ☾

(none of these fics were written by me, all credits go to the authors)

OT8

☞ The Buccanneer Queen (by @harmonie-writes) genre : fantasy pirate au, future romance

☞ To be Human (by @rainy-bangbeom) genre : fantasy!au, pirate!au, angst, fluff

☞ Promise (by @dyingisanadventure) genre : pirate au, angst, fantasy 

☞ in love and lore  (by @shadowynn) genre : fantasy, daemon, soulmate au

☞ Be The Light (by @hoonieversed) genre : dystopian au, angst, some fluff, based off of ateez’s lore

☞ All About You (by @hoonieversed) genre : idolverse!au, smau, soulmate au, slice of life, fluff, humor, angst

☞ mists of celeste (by @hongism) genre : space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut

☞ ateez as dads (by @kisshwa) genre : dad!ateez x mom!reader, texts, suggestive, fluff 

SEONGHWA

☞ animal crossing (by @kyufessions) genre : domestic fluff 

☞ royal library. (by @nczennie) genre : royalty au, angst, fluff, smut 

☞ Background Music (by @alotofteez) genre : fluff, college!au, coffee shop!au

☞ Properly (by @tenelkadjowrites) genre : smut, one shot, best friends to lovers

☞ Love From Italy (by @atinytinaa) genre : fluff, love at first sight, strangers to lovers

☞ Home (by @hwalloween) genre : smut, angst, fluff

☞ anorgasmia (by @vngelgyu) genre : smut, fluff

☞ paradigm (by @yoongiseesawmp3) genre : smut, bartender!seonghwa x bartender!reader

☞ fuel lines (by @chaseatinydream) genre : street racer au, cyberpunk dystopian, mildly suggestive

☞ This world (by @hwaightme) genre : romance, fluff, action, smut, strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, slight angst, comedy 

☞ How we live in Tokyo (by @yeoslattes) genre : smut, TFATF: tokyo drift au

HONGJOONG

☞ Stalemate (by @ja3hwa) genre :  suggestive, fluff, adventure, pirate!hongjoong x pirate!reader

☞ to you, 2000 years from now. (by @paradiqms) genre : angst, captain!hongjoong x royalty!reader, mentions of death, fluff, fantasy setting, strangers to lovers to enemies to...?  

☞ Your fan, Hongjoong (by @hwaightme) genre : romance, fluff, mutual pining 

☞ Coming Home (by @mia-tiny) genre : smut, estranged friends to lovers

☞ Horizon (by pxedpiper) genre : pirate au 

☞ i love you to death. but why do i have to love you when i already died ? (by @songmingisthighs)  genre : reaper/devil!hongjoong × reader, angst

☞ Tell Me To Stop (by @tenelkadjowrites) genre : smut, one shot, best friends to lovers

☞ deal (by @hongism) genre : fluff, smut/nsfw

☞ wildflower (by @jumilkies) genre : artist!hongjoong x florist!reader, soulmate au, strangers to lovers au, fluff  

☞ steeeam! (by @feltednettles) genre : fluff, coffee shop au, college au, slice of life, smau 

☞ Change of Plans (by @stayteezdreams​) genre : strangers to lovers, fluff

☞ Wanbelyn (by songmingisthighs) genre : neurosurgeon!hongjoong × nurse!reader, comedy, angst

YUNHO

☞ this night together (by @honeyhotteoks) genre : smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory (ft. mingi)

☞ Your fan, Yunho (by @hwaightme) genre : idol!yunho x game developer!reader, fluff, slice of life, opposites attract, serendipity

☞ Algedonic (by @songmingisthighs) genre : soulmate!yunho × reader

☞ Perhaps love (by @feltednettles) genre : platonic!kpop idols x reader, yunho x reader is a romance subplot 

☞ just between friends (by @honeyhotteoks) genre : smut (ft. mingi)

☞ in this sweet flow (by @hongism) genre : smut

☞ Wrong Answer (by @essenteez) genre : angst, smut 

☞ Muse (by @yunholuvrr) genre : smut, model!yunho, fashion designer!hongjoong, photographer!reader

☞ Guerilla (by @sorryimananti-romantic) genre: serialkiller!dr.yunho x writer!reader, angst, fluff, suggestive, violence 

YEOSANG

☞ Otana Blue (by @last-words-ofashootingstar) genre : yandere, college!au, angst

☞ The Roommate Agreement (by @ateezreactionsandscenarios) genre : slice of life, angst

☞ Longing (by @sxcret-garden) genre : fluff, soft smut, mutual pining, friends to lovers, college au

☞ Happy Birthday (by @atiny-moon) genre : fluff, soft smut

SAN

☞ The sound of our tied souls (by @jaehunnyy) genre : soulmate!au, rockstar!au, kinda enemies-to-lovers, slight angst, fluff

☞ Soggy Cereal (by @mingtinys) genre : college roommates!au, friends to lovers, fluff, valentines day

☞ Good luck kiss (by @ateezlovely) genre : fluff, racer!san x gn!reader 

☞ Care for you (by @moonseonghwa) genre : fluff, angst, smut

☞ 불타오르네 (Fire!) (by @bambikisss) genre : firefighter!san x singer!reader, smut

☞ with a touch of sweetness (by @atxxzist) genre : fluff, slight angst

☞ [09:03] can i kiss you (by @wooandthesun) genre : fluff

☞ Introduce Yourself First (by @writing-my-life-away) genre : fluff 

☞ Am I your favorite ? (by @deja-yu) genre : fluff

☞ Our Little Star (by @littleocean-rose) genre : fluff, non-idol, soulmate au

☞ color me pretty (by @dairyminki) genre : model au, model!san & model!reader, suggestive

MINGI

☞ this night together (by @honeyhotteoks) genre : smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory (ft. yunho)

☞ in each other’s arms (by @kimsohn) genre : roommates!mingi x gn!reader

☞ just between friends (by @honeyhotteoks) genre : smut (ft. yunho)

☞ what love will do to you. (by @cherrysoojins) genre : fluff

☞ Cause Baby You’re My Muse (by @makeitmingi) genre : romance, idol!au, music, slight angst

☞ After Like (by @sluttywoozi​) genre : plug!mingi, weed use, kissing, stress/anxiety

☞ Bad (by @bambikisss) genre : bad rich boy!mingi x criminal! reader, smut

WOOYOUNG

☞ Unknown fever. (by @a-soft-hornytiny) genre : enemies to lovers, fluff, angst, suggestive

☞ More Than Kissable (by @irregular-idol-imagines) genre : fluff, suggestive 

☞ [2:56 PM] (by @feltednettles) genre : humor, fluff 

☞ body talk (by @jungkxook) genre : fluff, smut, fwb!wooyoung x virgin!reader

☞ All 'Cause of a Neck Kiss (by @cocobeanncteez) genre : fluff, smut, non idol au, bestfriends to lovers au

☞ Beans on Toast (by @naesarangyunho) genre : soulmate au, fluff, humor

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☞ to the rhythm of love (by @itgetsquiet) genre : dancer!wooyoung x gn!reader, fluff, college!au

☞ it’s your moment, baby (by @restlessmaknae) genre : enemies to lovers, college au, arts college au

JONGHO

☞ Unexpected love. (by @a-soft-hornytiny) genre : fluff

☞ Million Words (by @justwritedreams) genre : fluff, angst

[sublimecatgalaxy]

♥️ Klaus Mikaelson Masterlist ♥️

This is a masterlist dedicated to things I've written about Klaus Mikaelson.

Check out my Prompt List and my Character List in my Masterpost which is pinned for more info on who I write for and some inspiration for requests.

All By Your Lonesome: Part 1; Part 2

Forbidden:

Summary/Request: "hello can you do an nsfw with klaus mikaelson with trope 3. Forbidden romance"

My Loves:

Summary/Request: "a fluff for klaus mikaelson with trope 8. pregnancy trope"

To Hell With Them:

Summary/Request: "can you do a klaus mikaelson imagine or headcanon where the reader (fem) is his little sister whos he favorites (even if he never admits it) and shes the one who always stuck beside him even when his other siblings didnt"

Bratty:

Summary/Request: Klaus Mikaelson x reader- "Klaus mikaelison smut where the readers being bratty and he puts her in her place??"

Urges:

Summary/Request: "a klaus imagine where reader is just recently turned to a vampire and has ✨urges✨ smut + blood kink + biting kink"

The Ball:

Summary/Request: "Could you do a Klaus Mikaelson fluffy imagine, where it takes place at the Mikaelson Ball and reader is part of the elena group but is also friends with the Mikaelsons despite her friends distaste of them? Maybe kind of replacing Klaus giving Caroline the dress and liking her and instead sending reader a dress and asking her to attend with him and they dance and stuff?"

Until Now:

Summary/Request: "can you do one with Klaus finding out he has a daughter. I was thinking maybe he finds out he has a teenage daughter when Hope is a kid or a baby?"

Klaus Mikaelson NSFW Alphabet

Klaus Mikaelson Fluff Alphabet

Father's Daughter:

Summary/Request: "hello beautiful can you do in have a daughter with Klaus mikaelson🥰🥰"

Extrovert:

Summary/Request: "being Klaus Mikealson's shy girlfriend who only becomes extraverted around him"

Flashy:

Summary/Request: "being an attractive and flashy girl and being Klaus's girlfriend (headcanons)"

Falling in Love:

Summary/Request: "hello love can you make a headcanon about Klaus falling in love with you and courting you"

Love/Hate:

Summary/Request: "being hayley marshalls sister and klaus and reader liking eachother? (fem reader)"

Sheltered:

Summary/Request: "Can you do a Klaus hc for a shy sheltered s/o who just found out about the supernatural, and maybe she's a witch or a siphoner"

New World:

Summary/Request: "hello i have a request from headcanons about being katherine pierce's little sister and klaus having a crush on you"

Challenge:

Summary/Request: "being a girl with many suitors and that Klaus starts to court you and show your other suitors that he is better, to the point of challenging them to a duel(headcanons)"

Pamper:

Summary/Request: "i want to ask for headcanons fluff, basically klaus mikaelson pampering the reader"

Platonic Soulmate:

Summary/Request: "Platonic Soulmate trope with klaus mikaelson? it could be headcanons or an imagine (i would literally love to be besties with klaus i feel like it would be so fun lmfao)"

Clingy:

Summary/Request:"a headcanon about klaus mikaelson being clingy"

Bragging Rights:

Summary/Request: "hi, could you please write some fluffy headcanons about klaus mikaelson idolizing the reader and bragging to others about how amazing she is and how much he loves her?"

Soft:

Summary/Request: "hello can you do headcanons about klaus mikaelson being shy and nervous and soft around you?😁"

Wrapped Around Your Finger:

Summary/Request: "you can make headcanons about klaus mikaelson wrapped around your finger"

Stop Me:

Summary/Request: "Hi love, could you please write something with KlausxReader using prompt n. 6 ? It’ll be either angst with an happy ending, or smut, or whatever you feel like. Because I appreciate everything you write 😅🥰"

Domestic:

Summary/Request: "Could you do something cute and domestic with Klaus from tvd? Him being extra sweet to reader for some reason💕💕

I'll Handle It:

Summary/Request: "reader is friends with Elena et al. and they need something from Klaus but nobody knows where he is. They convince reader to ask him for help but she's like 'yeah right, he's gonna just ignore me'"

[andreas-river]

Hey their friend

I was wondering if I could leave another platonic request.

I had this idea of GN reader trying to leave the 141 but ghost stops them and reader can’t bring themselves to leave their best friend. Like just soft best friend stuff

Thank you again

Home [Simon "Ghost" Riley X GN!Reader]

Disclaimer: I do not own any MW characters. Englis is not my first language.

Warnings: mention of domestic violence and divorce, angst, a bit of fluff

A/N: Hello again @itsscromp ! I decided to put some angst in this one, hope u like it <3

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You thought that you'd never find a home in your life, feeling like you're not worth it to have one. Everything was changing since you were a kid, from your parent's divorce to moving outside your country and joining the army.

But something good happened since then: you've been selected for the Task Force, and those men chanced you in a good way. Even if you were always around the globe for countless missions, they were always around you, somehow feeling safe, like a home.

Surrounded by voices, different stories and all in the same place.

One of them was a landmine. You had to walk in slowly, careful not to touch something wrong or to step into the wrong room. Simon was like that, but he let you come in, no second thought: you both become the safehouse for each other.

It was today you received a letter, an unexpected one: it was from your mom. She wanted you to come home because she wanted you to stay with her.

Tears started forming in your eyes, blinking quickly and trying to read the rest of it, your shaking hands betraying your will. You put away the letter, failing to read the rest of it. Your mom always acted like this, disappearing into nothing and coming back when it suited her and beating you when you didn't do as she wanted.

And now you have to leave your home.

Days go by, and you don't even get out of your room. Probably it's for the best, you start to think, your only bag in front of you, ready for the last ride. You don't even sleep feeling the hours slip on you like nothing, weightless around the walls of your room.

You felt like your soul left your body while you walk down the hallway, Laswell waiting for you: she knows better than anyone else what's going on, but she can't choose for you, even if a small part of you wished that.

She smiles letting you go, feeling a rock replacing your heart.

You don't want to go, but you have to.

But when you're about to go, you hear a voice, Simon's voice, calling you. You can tell he was running, breathing fast while getting closer to you.

"Hey, uhm-" he raises his hands, stopping you from talking, placing them on your shoulders, looking at your face.

"You don't have to go," he shook his head, clenching his hands more on your shoulder, a firm grip blocking you entirely, "you can- you have to stay."

Damn, he is right.

You turn your head down, sniffing and rubbing your nose, noticing that you are crying.

You don't understand what happened to you, probably the fear was too much to handle, deciding to surrender to it, making the wrong choices.

His brown eyes watching yours, saying so much in so little gestures. He scoots you closer to him- he's never been like this, you two never touch each other, and yet, your head is listening to his heart, beating fast against his ribcage, probably your own is even faster.

His arms are around you like a shield, protected from everything that was outside you two.

Finally feeling at home.