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kittykittyanon · 1 month

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🍓🥑🥤🧃❄️🦴🧩

HIII KITTY!!! I HOPE YOU ARE HAVING A GREAT DAY OR NIGHT OR WHATEVER TIME IT IS FOR YOU!!! I THINK YOU ARE SUPER RAD 😎😎 AND I LOVE INTERACTING WITH YOU!! (I gotta come with up with a tag for you, i just realized 🤔🤔)

ANYWAY DON'T FORGET TO DRINK WATER AND EAT IF YOU'RE HUNGRY OR USE THE BATHROOM IF YOU NEED!! LOTS OF HUGS AND KISSES (you can ignore the personal lore one if it makes you uncomfy :D)

GAH!! HAIII!! I GOT THIS ASK WHILE I WAS IN THE MIDDLE OF TYPING OUT MY COMMENT ON YOUR AO3 POST!!!! what great timing, amor!!

I LOVE INTERACTING WITH YOU TOO!!! gosh,, i was just about to add that into my ask to you!!!! i decided not to cause i already said it in a recent ask, but you're really very thumbs up!!! /pos!!!

and for the ask game;;

🍓 - "how did you get into writing fanfiction?"

ooohhh,,, what a story. i had my start on wattpad!! i first found out about it when i was 8 and on my school bus, i stood on my seat to peek over a highschool girl's chair to look at her phone 'cause i was curious and a bit of a dumdum. she had wattpad opened and was reading a story and i was instantly hooked and reading alongside her without her knowing ☆⌒(>。<) when she noticed me, she exited out of it and i saw the app name and got it as soon as i got home. ever since i read my first bnha fic, i've been writing. ((but if you mean writing stories in general? i remember writing one with a friend back in first grade, but other instances of me writing before 2018 were very rare!! i've always had that want to do something creative since i've been able to hold a pen, so i guess it makes sense lmao))

🥑 - "you accidentally killed somebody, which mutual(s) do you text for help?"

cry, panic,, then run to @lykaiosthinks or @itsyagurlchip (*ﾉ∀`*)

🥤 - "recommend an author or fanfic you love"

OH ABSOLUTELY??? if i had to say my favorite writer here, it'd be @ziipzeepzop-eez,, and for my other recommended awesome writers whose works are DELICIOUS, they'd be @itsyagurlchip, @lykaios2, @sleepytime-fics, @tmnt-narratives, @oleander-nin, and @amorvincitomnia-14 ((YOU!!))

as for yummy yummy fics: whatever you do, don't get attached by @sleepytime-fics where reader gets yoinked into the rise universe after eating a very silly fruit, and every night the longest day by ashtreelane on ao3 where leo gets cursed by a mystic user during a fight that makes it so he cannot sleep. at all. ((VERY ANGSTY. HEED THE TAGS.))

🧃 - "share some personal lore you never posted about before"

my family's always been adoring of cats. my very first cat was a big fluffy grey cat, the only memory i have of said meow meow is when my dad had to give him away. i think my parents have a picture of me petting him? for the next couple years we'd always feed the cats outside, some of them even coming inside sometimes to chill with us, until my mom came home one day with a big tabby cat that followed her up the stairs and into our apartment where he is now part of our family, fondly named "chunky"!! then a year later, a pregnant cat we'd been feeding for a while gave birth to kittens, of which we took in as ours :3

❄️ - "what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?"

mweeehhh,, i don't necessarily have a dream plot for anything, but if i had to have one? i'd pick something to do with me and donnie because of course i would /lh (though i prefer platonic a TON more than romantic) and i'd want myself to write it 'cause i know myself best. (similar to your answer, amor!!)

🦴 - "is there a piece of media that inspires your writing?"

ehhhh, not really?? i guess sometimes i get inspired by other writers' works, but if i had to pick some sort of media it would be music or games!!

🧩 - "what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?"

no paragraph breaks, and constant author's notes in the middle of the fic itself!! i'm not reading a screen-full of text without spaces— and i wanna read the fic uninterrupted thankyouverymuch (つω`｡)

this post's a long'un (attempted british accent /lh)

#kittykitty asks #kittykitty interactions #the loveliest amor!!

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xia0mi-c0m · 10 months

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If I Show You My Fangs, Will You tell me That They're Cool?

(Was posted on wattpad, I'm the creator of the oneshot)

Pairings: Angry Munci X Reader

Type: Fluff, Slightly Angsty?? (Kinda, He Just Wants Love.)Reader's Gender: Gender Netural What Reader Is Called (Like Y/N, [NAME], Etc.): Y/N

Also, BOO! Can Be Cringy But I Don't Know. He's Only Thing He Could Really Say Is: "No", "Yes", and tiny words like that, but full sentences? No, He's Mostly Nonverbal Though.Summary: Your Getting Chased By Munci, But Plot Twist: He's Just A Silly Goofy Dude Who Just Wants Someone To Love Him. (YUMMY PROJECTING)

CUDDLING!!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Third Person POV. (I been getting tired and less motivated by second and first person writing)

Y/N Was Running Across The Hotel Hallways And Jumping Off The Only Escape And Going in The Elevator Going On Different Levels, Despite knowing Munci is much more faster. Y/N Ran To A Door, opened it before closing the door as quick as they could, they backed away from the door breathing heavily, but that slight relief was then broken down as Munci Went Right Threw The Door, you were just ready to die at this point, accepting your fate, but it didn't happen.The black creature walked in front of them, he looked... Concerned?I don't know but it looked like it.They Looked up at him, confused, they stood up, and just stared."Why aren't you killing me?" He just stood there, tilting his head in confusion, he was scared if he did something that made them think he would hurt them.The creature only wanted one thing, Love.They poked him.The Creature was confused on why they did that.Was he... frightening??..He didn't want to hurt anyone, he backed away, scared if they would hurt him. They were both scared of each other."So you don't really talk, huh?" Y/N said as they step a little closer"No." He saidThey nodded "Frightening?" He said tilting his head "Huh? Like if your Frightening to me?" They AskedHe nodded"Kinda" they saidHe looked down at the ground, sad that he seems Frightening and scary.Love. Thats ALL he wanted.They looked at the ground, feeling guilty about saying he was Frightening, he seemed like a good cool dude, well, creature, but that's besides the point, he was probably really kind but it was him being kinda scary looking that canceled it all out that freaked them out."I'm sorry.." They said as They stepped more closer to him and hesitantly hugging him.He didn't know what to do with their embrace so he just, hugged them back the best he could, they felt warm and their hug was so comfortable and welcoming. The hug was shortly broke when Y/N took their arms off him, he let go too, "You Okay?" Y/N askedHe nodded."Good, Um, Sorry again" they said as they got on the bed that was close to themHe nodded, seemingly to accept the apology.They still looked guilty, Munci could see that clearly, he felt bad for making them seem like that.He got in the bed with them, Y/N Was confused of what he was doing, Munci Hugged Them, putting his arms around their waist like what they did in the first hug earlier, putting his head on their chest, they just froze for a second, but they put their arms around his neck."Sorry.." he mumbled "It's okay" Y/N saidHis hair looked fluffy, so they put their hands in his hair, it was soft.Munci didn't expect them to do that, but it felt nice to feel this, he actually felt loved.He felt loved?.. by a stranger?...He didn't want to believe it.It felt unreal.He was exhausted, from their heartbeat, their hands in his hair, and the comfort, he drifted off to sleep.Y/N's eyes began to feel sleepy too, before they drifted off, they kissed Munci's head, then fell into a peaceful sleep.

my user on quotev is: Love4Gerard

#angry munci #fluff #Slight angst #Oneshot

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hybeboyenthusisast · 2 years

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i really love your writing !! you deserve far more recognition than what u're currently getting :( i havent seen anyone requesting anything to be written so i guess ill take the plunge and b the first one hehe could you write me a lil something with idol!soobin being really sweet with the reader and thanking them for being so supportive? idk i dont rlly have a whole idea but im soft for soobin rn and id love to read your portrayal of sweet idol soob :((

omg omg HI HELLO MY FIRST REQUESTER <3 <3 i am thrilled to write you a lil sweetie soobin fluff!! it kinda (really) got carried away all on its own (i SWEAR) and it became angsty too but I PROMISE IT IS FLUFFY AND CUTE! hope you like it and its up to par with what you had in mind <33 ALSO I DID MY BEST TO MAKE THE READER GENDER NEUTRAL <3

☆ word count: 2.9k ; warnings: angst, i cried a lil ; unedited because i edit as i go

Every time Soobin was able to come home to you, spend a night cuddled up beside you, you never failed to cook him a delicious and healthy meal. He wasn’t sure how you did it every single time, especially since some days he didn’t even know he would be able to make it home that night. You didn’t really answer him when he asked how you knew he would be home to eat the meal you cooked, and at the time, he let it slide, thinking you simply must have been too tired to give him all the details.

You looked so tired, every night that he came home to you. He knew you slept better when he was with you, and as he wasn’t always able to do so as he prepared for his comeback, you must not be sleeping well on the nights you spent alone. Even with your makeup on from a day at work, even with your bright smile, Soobin could tell you were tired. You never let it be obvious, or at the very least you tried to keep it that way, but after being together for two years, Soobin had picked up on the tiniest mannerisms you had.

He knew that if you were humming while doing the dishes, you were really trying to keep your mind off the projects you had going on at work. He knew that if you were laying down on your back on the couch, you had a headache, but if you were laying down on your back on the bed, you were feeling nauseous. He knew that if you were playing with whatever jewelry you had on - rings, bracelets, necklaces- then you were fighting with your sister. Soobin loved you dearly, and he did his best to understand you and your feelings so that he could always take care of you when you needed it.

What he hadn’t noticed though, was that you didn’t just so happen to cook him a meal randomly for him to show up every time, but that you were doing this every single night. There were times he would come home for a few nights in a row, for one or two, and there were times when he wasn’t able to come home for days on end. Even if you had no idea if tonight he would be sleeping at the dorms or in bed with you, you cooked him dinner.

You knew how busy he and the rest of the members were as they prepared for what Soobin called their “best comeback yet”. With more time in the studio than ever as they worked with producers to make their music, more time practicing choreography to make sure it was perfect, and even more time spent doing the confidential things he wasn’t allowed to tell you, you knew how hard your boyfriend was working. While you couldn’t help ease his workload or keep him away from work, what you could do is do what you can to take care of his health.

You thought the easiest task of taking care of his health would be cooking him yummy food that had the nutrients he needed. But, as you never knew when he would make an appearance, you began cooking every single night, just in case he managed to make it home. You never made more food than you had to, as you wanted Soobin to always come home to freshly cooked food and not leftovers. You hated the thought of the man you love falling ill or injuring himself because he wasn’t taking proper care of himself or he wasn’t eating well, and you hated the thought of him coming home to take out even more.

You would do your best to cook different meals as often as you could, but it was difficult to find new recipes that would provide Soobin with all of the nutrients his body needed. You were worried Soobin would grow tired of eating the same meals, but you never heard him complain. He never once mentioned how you had cooked this last week, or that he had eaten this specific meal three times over the past month. He was grateful you were cooking him such wonderful food, and you were grateful he was enjoying it.

You were spending far more money on groceries than you ever had before, and while initially you had no worries about the extra expenses, the longer the preparations for comeback took (it was longer than the last comeback), the less money you had available to spend on yourself. You and Soobin treated each other financially as equals, even if he earned way more money than you, and together you split the costs of everyday things and all your necessities. Soobin paid the rent for your apartment, you paid the utilities, internet, and video streaming services. What one of you paid for, the other would pay another thing that was of similar value.

Soobin was also primarily in charge of paying for groceries, which he had argued for as one way to repay you for not being able to be at home every night. If you were going to be alone in your shared apartment for even one night, he would be damned if you didn’t have good food for yourself. When you began cooking for him every night, you didn’t want him to realize that you truly were cooking every night, so you began shouldering the costs of all the ingredients of every meal you would cook.

You were beginning to struggle with how much money you were suddenly spending on groceries, and you had to cut out unnecessary expenses such as eating out with friends and going out for a drink with your sister. You had canceled your monthly book club, which would send you 5 new books in genres you enjoyed every month, and you had canceled your gym membership. Whatever activity required money, you found an alternative. Wanted to watch a movie that you would have to rent? Watch something else. Want to buy yourself a new dress for work? Borrow one from a friend.

Work had begun piling on more projects as you had been working harder, completing your tasks quicker than normal, trying desperately to earn as much extra money as you could. So when your boss noticed how efficient you had become with your work, they thought this meant your workload needed to be increased so you would always have work to do. So you were working harder and working more than you ever had been, but you did not complain.

Soobin was working so hard, it was the least you could do to provide him with healthy meals. So you did what you had to do in order to continue doing this. Soobin noticed you looked tired, but truthfully you were exhausted. You were working overtime, coming home later than usual, and would immediately begin cooking for Soobin. You weren’t even sure when the last time you had even read a book for enjoyment was. Even during the weekend, when you would usually be relaxing and enjoying a break from your job, you had begun working so you were on top of everything you needed to complete.

What you were doing was not healthy at all, and you were aware of this, but you didn’t want to trouble Soobin with the truth of the meals, of your work schedule, anything. The comeback was soon, and then things would go back to normal, that’s what you kept telling yourself.

The question of how you always managed to have a freshly cooked meal ready for Soobin whenever he made it home, was something that Taehyun had brought up during practice one day. Soobin had mentioned it the day before, how you were always able to have food ready for him even on nights when he didn’t tell you he was coming on.

“Dude, you’re fucking stupid,” Taehyun didn’t bother sugarcoating his words as he gaped at his older friend. “You really think they just have this magic ability to cook on any random night only for you to always show up?”

“I didn’t say it was magic,” Soobin grumbled. “I do think they have this incredible girlfriend power or something, where they can just tell that it’s going to happen.”

Across the room, Yeonjun and Beomgyu were focused on teasing Hueningkai, their shrieks and shouts of joy providing enough noise to keep the conversation between Soobin and Taehyun private.

“You wanna know what I think?” Taehyun asked, sitting on the floor of the dance room beside Soobin, who sat sipping his water. With a five minute break to give them some time to rest, Taehyun had approached Soobin about the situation after he had realized what Soobin had failed to. Soobin nodded to Taehyun, giving him the go-ahead to continue. “I’m pretty sure they’re cooking meals for you every single night, whether you’re going to show up or not.”

Soobin rolled his eyes, not believing Taehyun’s theory. “There’s no way, this has been going on for almost four months now, there is no way they have been cooking every single night.”

“Ask them and see what they say, then.”

Despite not initially believing Taehyun and his theory behind your cooked meals, Soobin found himself thinking about it more and more. It would make sense, why there was food for him every single time he made it home to you. The grocery bills hadn’t increased, though, as he had checked. You spent roughly the same amount of money on groceries every week. Soobin wasn’t home often enough to worry about what was in the fridge, but the next night he was able to come home to you, he planned to check the fridge to be sure Taehyun was wrong.

When he arrived home to a freshly cooked meal, still hot, he wasted no time in finding you and thanking you for cooking. You had fallen asleep on the couch in the living room, your laptop resting on the table, screen still on and showing the document you had been working on. This made him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, as it was Friday night, and you should have been watching a movie or spending time with your sister, not working. A ping from your laptop caught his attention, stilling his movements from how he was going to wake you up. In the corner of your screen was a chat messenger open between you and your supervisor, and the latest ping had come from a message you received.

Soobin wasn’t looking to pry or spy on you, but he was concerned that you were working on a Friday night, and that your supervisor was apparently also working still. So, he read the message. “You say you’re working as hard as you can, yet you keep falling behind on your tasks. You were the one who asked for more work and you can’t even handle it. Finish everything you have overdue this weekend or you’re fired,” Soobin softly read the message aloud, tears springing to his eyes when he learned that you were working far more than you had ever let on. Why didn’t you tell him what was going on at work?

“Mmm,” you let out a quiet moan as you woke from your nap. Stretching your limps out, you thanked yourself for the small rest time. It was time to get back to work, though. Your eyes opened as you shifted in your seat, expecting to see only the screen of your laptop. To your surprise, however, your boyfriend was kneeling on the ground in front of you, his eyes watery. “Honey, what’s wrong? Did the food get cold? I’m sorry, I’ll heat it up.”

Soobin shook his head, his hands grabbing yours to pull you into his embrace. “Why didn’t you tell me you’ve been having to work so much more? I ask you about work every day,” Soobin rested his head on the top of yours, cradling your body against his as best he could given the awkward positioning.

Your eyes widened in surprise at Soobin learning of this. “I, well, honey, I didn’t want to worry you or bother you when you’re under so much stress and you’re working so hard. I didn’t want anything to mess with your comeback,” you whispered against his chest, tears welling up in your eyes as finally talking to him about it made everything going on, suddenly so overwhelming.

Moving to sit beside you on the couch, Soobin’s arms never let you go, only helped the both of you find yourselves in more comfortable positions. “Darling, nothing about your life, good or bad, could mess with my comeback. When I’m with you, I leave work at work. You take such good care of me, and right now I’m not fully able to do the same for you, so you have to talk to me when things aren’t going well,” Soobin brings a thumb up to brush away your tears that have started to fall. “Please, talk to me. Is there more going on?”

If he had looked in the fridge earlier, he would know that Taehyun was right, but he was glad that he instead found you so you could tell him. “I haven’t just been cooking on random nights and you happen to come home every time, I’ve been cooking every night so that if you do come home, you’ll have a healthy meal. I know you’re not great at taking care of yourself....”

“Every night?” Soobin feels his heart break a little at the truth. “You cook every night? H-how? The grocery bills have been the same, and you better not have been neglecting yourself just so you could cook for me-”

You cut Soobin off with a shake of your head. “No, no, I used my money to pay for all the ingredients. I didn’t want you to ever know that I’ve been cooking every night,” you smiled sheepishly at your boyfriend.

“Is that why you asked your boss for more work? So you could earn more money to pay for all the ingredients?” Soobin asked, helping you move as you scooted back from his embrace in order to properly see his face. With your stunned silence confirming his question, he sighed and placed his hands on both your cheeks, leaning his forehead against yours. “Ingredients are expensive, love... how have you been able to afford to keep this up for so long?”

You bit your lip nervously, not wanting to tell him the truth, but knowing he would probably find out anyway. “I cut back on things I didn’t really need to spend money on, like the gym and my book club. I can go running and I can just read the books I already have. And my sister and I have been having drinks here instead of going out. It really wasn’t much but it’s helped.”

Soobin knew how much you loved your book club, and he knew how much you loved your weekly outings with your sister. To hear that you had given up on them and found alternatives to keep yourself happy, this made him cry. You frantically began wiping away his tears, placing kisses on his cheeks as you comforted him. “I love you, so much. You have always sacrificed more for me than I have for you, because you are too stubborn to ever let me take it easy and not work as hard for my dreams. But you’re my dream too. So you can’t do this anymore, love. No more cooking every single night, no more spending your money on all these ingredients, no more sacrificing the things you love for me.”

Soobin placed his lips on yours, pulling you towards him as he kissed you so gently, so softly, that he hoped expressed just how much he loved you. And it did, just like every kiss you shared did. Soobin was never anything less than the sweetest with his kisses, even when the kisses were passionate, he always made them equally as sweet.

“You’re so supportive of me, and you do so much for me, but I don’t want it this way. I don’t want you hurting yourself or putting yourself in a bad situation just to take care of me. Please, never again, baby,” Soobin was basically pleading with you at this point. You nodded your head, sniffling as both of you shed more tears.

“Never again, I promise,” you whispered as you pressed your lips against his, tasting the saltiness of both his and your tears.

The sweet and salty kiss was ended by Soobin as he pulled away to tell you, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

And so for the rest of the preparations for the comeback, you did not cook Soobin a single meal. Well, you did, but you cooked enough for both him and you and leftovers. You did have to use the ingredients you had bought, after all. But when these ingredients ran out, instead of buying more, you bought healthy drinks for Soobin to drink to balance out the takeout the two of you would eat.

Even if he would come home late, he made an effort to come home every night so he could sleep next to you, and when he could, he would bring you home a new book he thought you would like. With his love and never-ending adoration, and with your constant support and care, the two of you would soon find yourselves celebrating his comeback, but your promotion at work.

#hybeboyenthusiast #txt #txt fluff #txt angst #soobin #soobin fluff #soobin angst #soobin request #soobin fic #request

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caffeine-clouds · 1 year

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ATTENTION SONIC FANDOM AND THOSE UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH TO SEE MY BLOG!11!1 Hi :) Give me your Sonic fanfiction recommendations! Share your favourites with me! I am in a Sonic brainrot that I need to f e e d. BONUS POINTS IF: - Knuckles and Shadow are prominent characters - There's a romance (can be fluffy or angsty, I'm adaptable) - I'm looking for longfics over oneshots but you can suggest oneshots if you want! - Would prefer the absence of smut, but if there is smut in some chapters - I'll live. - Would prefer no Archie characters, I'm just not as familiar with them. IDW I'm happy with though! - And just make sure it's overally juicy and yummy

#sonic #sonic the hedgehog #sth #sonic fanfiction #sonic fanfic

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helloliriels · 3 years

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FIC RECS TO SINK YOUR TEETH INTO

🍰 Have some cake 🍰

Obsession, Appassionato by shinychimera, Yeomanrand

John is late, and he hasn't called, and Sherlock works himself into a state. 💘This one stole my heart! 💘

Sentient Creatures by ArwaMachine

🌸 A city so uncaring it seems as if you're the only real human in it. But one day you find ... there might just be two of you ...? 🌸 This one is a MOOD.

Whirlwind by DiscordantWords

A Twister AU fic. Amaze ... 🌪 AHHHHHHH!!!! where is MORE ?!!! - I'm watching Twister again because of you, damnit!! haha. 🌪

Tap by doctorcaseyholmes

Sherlock finds an unobtrusive way to let out his feelings for John. 😍Gorgeous little ficlet I lost track of, and OMG am so glad @inevitably-johnlocked shared it with me yesterday!!! I needed some fluff badly.😍 Thank you!!

I DO so love seeing what comes to mind immediately for you when it's emergency fluff needed! - so DO NOT feel like I have enough yet. SHARE. PLZ!!! (Never enough fluff - I swear). And today is worse ... So yeah ... bring it!

#sherlock fic rec #fluffy and angsty but yummy #johnlock #johnlock fic recs

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writefightandflightclub · 2 years

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Luna’s December ‘21 Fic Rec List: Oscar fandom, Pedro fandom + Triple Frontier 🧡

Still catching up with my monthly rec lists! November’s is here.

I wrote this on a train sorry for any mistakes.

I didn’t read or write a ton during December but I’m sharing the amazing stories I was able to read and reblog below!

Please do give them a read and show some love to these amazing creators! Not kidding when I say it could really make someone’s day (At least- I know that’s how happy I feel if I get a kind comment or RB 😆🧡)!

Please see individual fics for warnings and ratings. Many of the blogs (including mine) are 18+

Benny Miller

Burning, by @itssmashedavo

Benny Miller x f!reader

This is a follow-up to the phenomenal Wildfire. I love both parts so much I can’t even tell you. Reader fights wildfires and it feels like Benny is one (he’s written so blazing and warm in this two-parter) which is maybe why she feels so perfect a match with him. This series is one of my absolute fave takes on Benny that I’ve read so far, AND reader is so fleshed out I’m fascinated by her too. Can’t recommend (both parts) enough! In this one I especially loved the insights into Benny and Will’s relationship too.

Oscar characters

Holiday Traditions, by @youvebeenlivingfictional

Jonathan (SFaM) x reader

I love all of Dany’s stuff. I’m terrible at keeping up with series, in general (Dany has so many super creative ideas you should check out! 🤯) but I do manage to dive into some one-shots and I’m never disappointed. I really wanna know what happens next as well 😅 I know it’s no longer holiday season but I think you’ll like it anyway.

The House at the Edge of the World, by @acrossthesestars

Santiago Garcia x fem!reader

This examines Santi dealing with the aftermath of parental death and oh boy this is so sad but so beautiful. The descriptions! Of the house! And of the emotions and the memories and the here and now and how all of that is woven so seamlessly together. 🥺 I found this SO atmospheric and haunting and moving and so very very vivid. Gorgeously angsty.

Afternoon Delights by @acedameron

Nathan Bateman x f!reader

It’s just yummy 😊 Sorry for the brevity of the description, but it just has my brain feeling happy and going NOM. CUDDLING and NAPS? With our fave asshole? So wonderfully done 😊

Pedro Characters

Untitled, by @kteague

Javier Peña x reader

Small but perfectly formed. This crossed my dash and I was left feeling incredibly soft and fuzzy in no time at all. Even if you’re not in Javi feels right now, this will take you there. *does grabby hands* It’s just so damn CUTE 🥺

Smooth Like Sea Glass, by @spanishmossmagnolia

Frankie Morales x fem!reader (unamed canon partner)

As someone who grew up on the coast I really relate to a sea-themed metaphor. I loved this as it’s such a tender (and a little sad and also a little fluffy) study of Frankie 🥺 And I enjoyed seeing this take on his canon partner, as it’s not something I often come across!

What did I write that month?

Only a few bits this time! Some Nathan fun and some Will angst too.

Am I the asshole? (Nathan B x fem!reader)

The brightest suns (Will miller x fem!reader)

Nathan Bateman blurb (GN!reader has a migraine)

#Santiago Garcia x reader #Nathan Bateman x reader #Benny miller x reader #frankie morales x reader #will miller x reader #Jonathan SfaM

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fictionalmenmistress · 3 years

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

🌸 the end 🌸 (for more, visit my hashtag: #fictionalmenmistress in the tags 🥰 requests and headcannons are also open!)

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mypassionsarenysins · 3 years

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Acceptance and Love.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Author’s Note: This is based on something that happened with my family. Just some angsty, fluffy, fit. Also Body image issues.

It was that time of the year.

You always dreaded going back home, specially since you never fit in with your family. It’s not that there was no love and support, it’s jus that, well, they always brought out your “differences”.

Those difference being that your family was all fit and tall and well, beautiful, and you where average. Not ugly or anything you had your own, you where just on the “bigger” side, and you enjoyed eating and having days of doing nothing.

So, when it was time to go home you always had to prepare yourself for comments like so, you gonna go on a diet? Or you’ve gained some weight since last time we saw you? And the one you hated the most how are you going to find a man if you don’t take care of yourself?

This holiday season though would be the first one you’d be introducing your boyfriend of almost a year, James Buchanan Barnes, a god amongst men. And ultimately the love of your life.

It was one thing when people in the street would look at you and question what Bucky saw in you, but you couldn’t imagine what your family would think about the two of you.

You take a deep breath looking at yourself in the vanity mirror when you hear a knock on the door. You turn to see Bucky leaning again the door frame and your heart swells.

Bucky Barnes was a vision black leather jacket, black button up, black denim jeans, and black boots. His hear swept back, and that smile that could give you a heart attack at any moment.

“It’s almost time doll,” He said as he stares at you and his eyes shine.

“I know you keep stalling,” he says as he walks towards you and lifts you up with his hand, grabbing your hips and giving them a squeeze.

He kisses you softly in the lips.

“I’m just nervous,” you say and drop your head on his shoulder.

He hugs you and whispers, “I love you (Y/N), I would never change anything about you, you are my girl, the most beautiful girl I could wish for, my beautiful, strong girl.”

You look up to him tears forming in the corner of your eyes.

He kisses your forehead softly, then your nose, and finally your lips.

“Now let’s get going, I don’t want to make a bad first impression.” He winks and you giggle.

“ Okay, okay, let me fix my make up and we can go,” you say as you turn to the mirror and look at yourself with a smile.

Bucky always knew how to lift you, and you admire yourself.

The black velvet dress that hugged your body nicely, the simple make up, and your hair loose really did complement you nicely.

You put you comfiest heels and grabbed your coat and purse smiling at Bucky as he grabbed your hand.

As you arrived at your grandma’s house you take a deep breath and look at Bucky in the driver’s seat.

He looks at you and grabs your face in his hands softly and softly says, “everything is going to be okay, I’m here.”

You kiss him and get out of the car grabbing the presents in the trunk of the car.

Knocking on the door you wait nervously until your grandma opens the door and smiles at you.

“Darling!” She yells and lets you and Bucky in her smile growing as she stares at Bucky.

“(Y/N) is here!” She yells as she leads you inside towards the living room where the giant Christmas tree is with a bunch of gifts on the bottom.

Your aunts, uncles, parents, and your grandpa are all there conversation suddenly stopping when the see you and Bucky hands still connected.

“So this is Bucky?” Your mom asks as Bucky puts down the gifts and taking yours while the rest of the family just blinks at him.

“Oh yes! Mom, dad, family, this is my boyfriend, James Buchanan Barnes.” You say proudly as you grab Bucky’s hand one more time and he steps forward extending his hand towards your mom and dad.

“Nice to meet you ma’am, sir,” he says as he shakes you mom and dad’s hand.

“Wow (Y/N) when you said you where bringing a boyfriend I never thought you’d bring an avenger,” Said one of your aunts with a smile on her face.

“Yeah well I’m the lucky one here ma’am” Bucky says firmly while his hand wraps around your waist.

You then introduce Bucky to the rest of the family, and so far everything had been going great until your grandma told everyone that dinner was ready.

You got yourself a nice plate filled with all the yummy thing your grandma cooked, and you take a seat your uncle says, “You gonna eat all of that, in front of your boyfriend, I thought you’d take better care of yourself now that you had a reason too.” He says in a joking mayor, but the words drop to your stomach.

You look at your plate, then at the table, and then at Bucky which makes you stand up and run towards the bathroom where you lock the door.

Bucky takes a deep breath and takes a moment to calm down.

Your aunt smack her husband in the back of the head, and he says “What? It was a joke.” He shrugs and Bucky flares up.

“It’s not a joke to her you know.” He looks sternly at your uncle.

“We’ve been together for almost a year, and she didn’t want me to meet you because she is insecure all the time, about herself, and about what people think about her. And it hurts me because all I see is this beautiful person, who is beautiful not just on the inside, but on the outside too. You know she would’ve loved to introduce us sooner, but she’s been starving herself, so you would approve me being with her, not the other way around. She is my only family besides the avengers, I have, and they know her and lover how she is. So, no its not a joke to her or to me.” He says and looks at everyone one last time before hw goes to find you.

“Sweetheart we can go if you want?” Buck says softly.

You open the bathroom door and he can see some red in your eyes indication that you where crying.

You can hear murmurs in the background and your grandpa appears from the doorway.

“You know we love you right, I know that sometimes they can be mean, but we love you, and we never knew how hurtful we could be.” Your grandpa says as he opens his arms and hugs you.

“You are my granddaughter, and I love, with everything I have.” He kisses your forehead like he does all the time.

As you walk back to the dining room everyone is silent, until your uncle steps forward.

“I’m sorry, I never realized that we where hurtful, that we where wrong. That I was wrong. And I’m sorry. I love you.” He says proudly and you hug him.

All your family starts hugging you and Bucky smiles when you reach a hand for him, and he joins you and your family.

“That’s a good man you got there,” your dad says as he smiles at you, looking at you proudly.

“No sir, Its the other way around.” Bucky says as he kisses you softly and everyone awww.

It was the best Christmas you’d ever had, until the next year where Bucky proposed, but that, is a story for another time.

#Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #soft bucky #protective bucky

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hawkland · 3 years

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Destiel fic recs/what I’ve been reading (round #2)

I promised (eventually!) more fic recs and I figured I’d better do it soon before my list to talk about got TOO long. Also I’m just bubbling to praise up an amazing fic I read last night that literally has given me a fanfic hangover this morning and I need you all to suffer with me.

Starting with that fic in question:

Aria for an Angel (84k) by anyrei, mugglerock. I hurt all over from this one and I command you to do the same.

That said, DO NOT READ if you can’t stand the idea of Cas finding love/happiness with someone else (even if the fic is endgame Destiel). Also don’t read if you can’t stand your heart being shattered by pain before being carefully put back together again. Those warnings aside, this is one of the most stunning fics I’ve read yet in SPN fandom and I’m going to rec it at you no matter what. I’ve been feeling very pissy at Dean lately, as I’m on season 12 in my complete watch-thru, and with how much Cas has been suffering and getting beaten down for, like, SEASONS now. And it got me looking for fics where Cas gets some of the TLC/love/care that he needs from someone else, at least until Dean can get his shit together. Enter Mick Davies. Mick comes to Cas for help with a case that ends up involving a Grigori, and the two grow closer as Cas enjoys spending time with someone who genuinely expresses care and concern for him...but when Dean finds out will he have to choose between the Winchesters, his found family on Earth, and his new boyfriend? And when tragedy strikes, is it too late for a second chance at his first love again?

This story is funny, hot, heartbreakingly sad and just completely wrung me out emotionally. The characterizations totally worked for me, the growth they all went through was the kind of stuff I only wish the writers of the show could pull off. There’s just...there’s so much pain and love and some good stuff with poor Sam and Mary caught in the middle of this shitstorm and I wasn’t sure I could be brought back around to wanting Cas and Dean together in the end, but the authors pulled it off and everything about this story hurts, and heals, in the best possible way.

The rest of my recs in this round-up beneath the cut.

Seek to Know You Better (32k) by ahurston. Season 15 canon-divergence—so no Empty, no rusty nail, but things are relatively calm and settled in the hunter/Winchester world. As such Dean and Cas go on a road-trip together, investigate some minor cases, and gradually open up and really TALK via a “36 Questions That Lead to Love” article Cas finds on-line. One of those fics that just gives you a happy glow inside to read; it feels very believable and the characters have a maturity and adultness to them that just feels right. The little details of all the places they stop for food while talking are a delight, and it’s just the right amount of pining (for me) before they finally get things together.

Purgatory, director's cut (27k) by runsinthefamily. THIS IS THE ULTIMATE PURGATORY FIC (well, in my reading adventures so far.) Written (apparently?) before season 8 actually aired, it takes a very different - and weirdly creative and bizarre - look at what purgatory would be like. And if Cas stuck with Dean through it all. It also posits that as a human Dean would be “allergic” to purgatory and need Cas’s grace to hold himself together...but the deeper they travel, trying to get out, the more precarious Cas’s hold on his vessel becomes. I love everything about this fic, the weird imagery, the way Dean just...rolls with everything happening to Cas and still loving him because it’s Cas, not his vessel, that’s important.

Grooming Instincts (26k) by jemariel. More wing!kink which...yeah. Gimme all the wing grooming/back massages and weird angel anatomy, please. Cas is grumpy while going through what he describes as “molting” only...it’s a bit more complicated than that. And Dean has no idea what he’s gotten himself into until Cas starts grooming him...and Kevin is able to translate/figure out what’s happened. Funny and hot and just...a yummy happy read with great bits from Sam, Kevin and Charlie for good measure.

Things that Leave Marks (23k) by thestoryinsideme. Canon-divergent from Season 9. Wherein it takes Dean three years to find Cas after getting kicked out of the bunker. And when he does, it’s apparent he’s been through a lot, and he’s not exactly ready to or certain about going back to life with the Winchesters. This was sad and sweet and fluffy and angsty in all the right ways for a comfort fic read. (Also features Cas the budding artist! I love that idea!)

Wavelength-gasm (11k) by Mumble-Bee. The fuck or die trope gets a very fun twist when it involves needing to fuck an angel in his true form. Dean certainly learns this the hard way! This rec is for all the trueform!Cas-loving freaks like me out there...I’ve certainly never seen a smut fic embrace the weirdness of it all like this one.

Drive Faster Sammy (7k) by almaasi. Speaking of fuck-or-die fics, pray for Sam in this one. He has to listen to Dean helping when Cas gets struck by one (again) and they don’t have time to make it back to the bunker—so things get kind of graphic in the backseat of the Impala.

Love Burns Its Casualties (5k) by anactoria. Beautiful and bittersweet fic set during “The End”. Present-day Dean can’t sleep, and ends up invited by future!Cas to spend what he knows is likely his last night alive with him. Features casual weed use (if that bothers you), some very hot shotgunning (if it doesn’t), and is just...a wonderfully written atmospheric story that I’ve already re-read several times. (It’s especially a good read when slightly stoned yourself. Um. Not that I’m necessarily advocating for that sort of thing, unless it’s legal in your neck of the woods. Um. Anyway...)

something quiet and minor and peaceful and slow (3.7k) by celeste9. Heaven fic, so don’t read if that’s not your thing. Also don’t read if you’re completely convinced John Winchester is an unredeemable homophobe and terrible parent all around. I, personally, liked this take a lot more as it shows a struggling but not horrible John confused about why this angel keeps popping over, asking Mary questions about what Dean will want in his little slice of Heaven. The title really describes the lovely mood of this little fic and I liked it a lot.

heaven, reconstructed (9k) by vaudelin. Another Heaven fic, more focused on Cas than Destiel (but that is endgame). Goes into what exactly Cas was doing, working with Jack to try to build a better Heaven while awaiting Dean’s eventual arrival. It’s a great fic for world-building (in more ways than one!) in the SPN universe and I like a story that explores Cas’s relationships with others beyond Dean and Sam. I’d add too that as a fan of The Good Place, I just in general enjoy stories that look at the complexity of what actually would constitute a “perfect” afterlife. So imagine Castiel as a TGP architect here if you will (I certainly did!)

The Passion of the Christ (and his angelic ex-boyfriend) (4.9k) by Bzzee. Another heaven!fic, but pure delightful crack. What happens when Dean and Cas run into one of Cas’s ex-boyfriends in Heaven’s roadhouse...who just happens to be Jesus Christ. Dean isn’t too happy with that knowledge (and neither is Judas). Just read it—heresy and all. For a crack fic it’s actually wonderfully smart and wicked.

Can't You Hear It Calling (4.7k) by imogenbynight. A “missing scene” from s8e32 (Sacrifice). Cas expects to never see Dean again once he (expects to, at least) close the gates of Heaven. As a parting gift, he takes Dean back in time to a Led Zeppelin concert...and then a motel room to spend a final night together. As a music lover, the description of the excitement of the concert (and the happy/sadness when the show is almost over) totally hit me in the feels...and it’s such angsty/beautiful smut when they get together.

You're Gonna Live Tomorrow (3k) by MajorEnglishEsquire, microcomets, orange_crushed. Cas doesn’t know a lot about being human (yet), but he does know one thing - he wants to marry Dean. Sweet, sweet happy fluff, just enjoy.

Who's Counting? (1.7k) by Annie D (scaramouche). Just some pure angel-powered delicious smut. Dean learns the hard way, over and over again, that angels have basically no refractory period.

#destiel recs #my fic recs #deancas recs #hawkland reads spn fic #destiel #my destiel recs

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khaleesiofalicante · 2 years

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Daniiii it's been a while!!! :D How are you? Are you drinking enough? Are you able to rest? Are you having fun with all your projects? I hope so! 🤗

I can finally congratulate you on finishing LBAF! I'm so sorry I've missed so many times when your ask box was open ugh I'm so late 😭 I wasn't sure you were comfortable with private messages so I wanted to wait but it was bothering me that I didn't get to say it to you 😖 So here, bravo bravo!! 🥳🎉

Did you realise you had written 542,542 words for this story? (the number itself is funny haha... You didn't do it on purpose did you 👀) Like it's longer than Les Misérables. It's longer than LoTR's first book. It's almost as long as War and Peace. How the hell you managed to achieve that in a few months is beyond me (did you sleep at all??)

And I saw you wanted to write a 4th part so I guess the gang story is not totally over yet hehe :D

Congratulations again, I know it was a very important project for you so I hope it brought you everything you wished for 🤗

Your february project was also soooo good! I didn't know every character so I couldn't understand everything but I still loved to see the different points of view and how all the personalities were expressed through the letters. It was a very nice project 🥰 (I'll read it again after reading all the TSC books to fully enjoy every detail hehe)

And now you also wrote the whole fake dating au akakajajj nothing stopping you anymore omg 😆 (but remember to rest too when you need to okay?) I was very very excited by this project was and I saw it wasn't that long so I'll try to make time to read it soon! 🤩

You don't write a lot of short stories are you? How did you like writing this one? Was it specifically something you wanted to try or did it just happen to be short this time?

I really hope you're enjoying yourself right now :) I know I am, reading all the snippets you are sharing. Thank you so much for giving us all of this, it's priceless 🤗💕

I probably wrote too much already so I'm gonna stop haha 😆

I wish you a great weekend, enjoy some tea and eat some fruits as a treat for yourself okay? I hope you can fully enjoy the day ❤️

MARIE BABY!

I'm doing well. I haven't had tea in three days though because I drink a specific type of tea and I am travelling so I don't have it here with me sigh. But I am eating a lot of yummy food so yay!

Thank you! Finishing LBAF was a big milestone for me. I didn't realise the number omg. How cool is that huh? Also you comparing the length of LBAF to legendary books. I am emotion. I did sleep. Not more than usual lol. I have to say LBAF mostly wrote itself.

The February project was so fun! I'm glad you like it! Please read what you want and when you want! And thank you so much for all the love and support you show me ❤️

Funnily enough, when I started writing (in school) I only wrote short stories. It's how I began my writing journey. I don't know if the fake dating au constitutes as a short story because it's still pretty long lol. But I basically wrote it ahead of the divorce au. I want to give my readers something nice and fluffy and fun to read (in one sitting) before having to go through the process of waiting for angsty chapter updates every week. No other reason at all :)

Thank you for checking up on me. I love youuuuuuuuu. Hope you having a great weekend too 🥰🥰🥰

#ALSO THAT GIF LMAO #marie cutie #my writing

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littledrummeraussie · 3 years

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I'm a sucker for grocery shopping blurbs so you know do your thing with that lol

Hope this makes you smile, Blanca!

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“Long night in the studio?”

The guy chuckled, a slight blush colouring his cheeks as he leaned against his shopping cart, bumping it against yours.

“Something like that. What weird craving does your friend have tonight?” he asked in return, and you nodded towards your cart.

“Ice cream. Breadsticks. Pickles, obviously. Tuna. Cheese puffs. And no, you don’t want to know how she pairs them.”

He laughed again, and you joined him, the absurdity of your situation clear to both of you. It started a few weeks ago when you moved in with your pregnant friend, her husband leaving on a business trip for a month, and since she had a really bad scare before you’ve found it’s better if there’s someone with her during this time. But you didn’t count with her midnight food cravings, making you go on grocery trips at the most unconventional times. This is how you met the handsome stranger who almost bought the last of the canned tomatoes your friend’s been eating day and night that week. The rest was history, and you ran into him almost every night you were out buying snacks and dipping sauces.

“Sounds yummi,” he pulled a face, reaching for some veggies almost without looking at them, his eyes trained on you. “When does her husband come home?”

“This weekend. So I guess it’s only three more trips for me while people look at me weirdly for the stuff I’m buying.”

“No more midnight shopping dates for us?” he suddenly asked, voice going quiet in the middle of his sentence, and you felt heat crawl up your neck. You’ve been calling your meetings in your mind midnight shopping dates as well.

“I might have to reschedule them for another time,” you mumbled. “It’s really cutting into my sleep time. And it’s kind of far away from where I actually live.”

He bit his bottom lip, quietly nodding along before picking up a few other things and making his way towards the cashier. You both paid for your groceries, leaving the supermarket together, knowing it was time to say goodnight. He followed you to your car, and you needed to realize that he’s been parking next to you, almost like he did it on purpose.

“I need to tell you something,” he turned to you when he closed the trunk of his car, rubbing nervously at his neck. “I wasn’t in the studio tonight. I only came because I was hoping you’ll be here too.”

“Did you come every other night too?” you raised an eyebrow at him, and he nodded shortly. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here. I mean, I was, just… maybe at another time.”

“Look, I might be a little forward, but– I like you. Coming here and doing grocery shopping for stuff I don’t even need was just an excuse to get to know you better, and I’m– if this is one of our last dates, then I don’t want to miss my chance.”

“I would love to know your name first,” you stepped a little closer to him, and he chuckled, doing the same. “Cause I’d be happy to write ‘hot guy from the grocery store’ as your contact info in my phone, but that’s kinda long, don’t you think?”

“I’m Ashton,” he smiled at you, hand reaching out to brush a lock of hair behind your ear. “Nice to meet you. Your name is ‘cute girl buying weird food’, right?”

“Y/N. And I actually have a really good taste in food.”

“So how about you come over to mine once your friend’s husband is home, and show me what you can do with all the stuff I’ve bought just so I can see you?”

“Let’s talk about the details tomorrow. Same place, same time?” you tugged on the sleeve of his jacket, and he tangled your fingers together.

“It’s a midnight shopping date.”

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let’s go out with a 🎆 bang 🎆 and ask for some cute/fluffy/angsty domestic prompts?

#fiction time #asks: fiction edition #ashton irwin blurb #afic: new years eve blurbs

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jaalismyhusband · 3 years

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Magical apple

Title: Magical apple

Pairings: Chris Evans x f!reader

Warnings: RPF, tooth-rotting, cheesy stuff, me not knowing where to put commas (yikes XD)

Wordcount: 1.7k

A/N: Hi, everyone! *ehm* this was supposed to be a drabble, but I snapped. Thanks to my brain for the prompt, this was a very pleasant dream to dream, buddy. Anyways! Hope you enjoy this floofy piece, because I’ve got a hella angsty WiP series about Geralt a.k.a. the butcher of my heart. Thanks for reading!!

beta’d by @6crazyboutcruise9

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You were working as a professor at the local university. You always knew, that forcing students to attend your classes was no way to make them like you and actually listen. No, you had to engage with them outside of the class too. So, you focused not only on the lectures, but on the out-of-school activities as well. That meant organizing some charity work, workshops, debates with interesting people and so on.

To say you were shocked when you booked Chris Evans for one of the debates, would be an understatement. You were even more nervous than your students, but you couldn’t let it show. Being the ever-supporting professor, you reassured them that they will do just fine, because they were your smart students after all. They seemed to relax a bit at that.

Encouraged, you all went to greet Mr. Evans and you offered him a coffee, which he was quick to accept. You could sense he was upset about something, but it wasn’t your place to ask him what’s wrong. Soon after your interaction, he was ushered on the stage by another professor, who shoved a microphone in his hand, wishing him good luck.

The lecture went splendidly, now it was time for an autograph session, where students could get their own three minutes with Mr. Evans. One of your colleagues announced it and students were quick to form a line.

It seemed like it went on and on for hours, but Mr. Evans was somehow still polite to every single person. Even if the questions were repetitive, he answered them with patience. You were near him, just in case he needed something. However, you were a single woman as well, so from time to time your eyes may or may not have lingered on him longer, than they should’ve.

You mentally scolded yourself and focused on the actual questions he was being asked. You were proud of your students for coming up with the interesting, difficult, philosophical and even some weird questions. Thankfully, they hadn’t asked about personal things, until they did. The line was coming to an end and now it was mostly students from other classes, even other schools. You could tell those questions were bothering Mr. Evans and it was only adding to his frustration.

“Next!” you called. There was only one person left, a young girl.

“Finally!” she huffed as she came up to Mr. Evans. “So, I don’t have time for you, I only want you to give my number to Tom Holland.” With that she dropped a piece of paper on the table in front of him, turned on her heels and left. Without saying hi, please or bye. He looked almost frozen as he tried to take in what had just happened. You wanted to comfort him somehow, but his manager had already asked to follow him. You watched them leave next door, where you had previously set up a kind of a break room for him.

An idea popped up in your mind. You went to your cabinet and made him a fresh coffee. You were impatient and excited to have only as much as five minutes alone with him. You poured the coffee in the take-it-to-go cup and hurried to the next room. Just as you neared the door, they opened and you saw his manager leave, meaning you would, indeed, be alone with him. Perfect, you thought as you entered.

He was leaning back in the chair, with his hair all fluffy. Your eyes ran over his face, finding his brows adorably scrunched above his closed eyes, his beard trimmed neatly. A cozy looking blue sweater hid his muscled torso and the dark jeans hugged his thighs, rushing bunch of sinful thoughts through your mind.

“Are you going to say something or just keep staring?” his deep voice startled you from your daydream. You mumbled a quick apology and tried to hide the creeping blush on your face.

“Mr. Evans, I noticed your first coffee went cold, so I thought I’d make you a fresh one.” You offered him a warm smile along with the cup.

“Y/N, right? Thanks, that’s very considerate of you. And, please, call me Chris.” You swore he winked at you just before bringing the cup to his mouth, taking a sip of the steamy beverage. You felt your face heating up again and you squirmed under his gaze.

Leaning on the wall, you let him enjoy his coffee in silence. You used the moment to gather all molecules of bravery in you to ask him: “I don’t mean to be nosy, but you seemed distressed earlier…”

“You mean even before that cherry on top of the autograph session? I guess, I’m not as good of an actor as I thought I was.” You appreciated him trying to lift the mood, but something about his face expression told you, he didn’t want you to let it go.

“No need to put on a brave face, here. I’ll tell you what, Chris. There’s a really nice park near here. Aaand I’ve been told I’m a good listener. So, what do you say to a walk? If you don’t mind me being so forward, of course.” You seemed to realize your words too late, as they already hung heavy in the air. You just asked THE Chris Evans out. An unnerving silence occurred as you awaited his answer.

“Why the hell not,” he sighed.

“Perfect,” you smiled at him. “Let me just get my things and I’ll meet you outside in 5.” With that you left, still unable to believe you were about to hang out with literally a man of your dreams.

As promised, you joined him in front of the building and led him to the park. You spent those few minutes getting to know each other a little bit and, if you weren’t any wiser, you would have said that Chris was flirting with you.

You arrived to the park, taking a stroll, admiring the blooming flowers. It was a warm spring afternoon, summer was just around the corner. You arrived to a small secluded spot with a table and benches on either side.

“This is where I spend my lunch breaks. It’s my special place.” You smiled, reminiscing of all the times you got lost in a book, ate your favourite food, hell, even cried over bad days in this very spot.

“I’m honoured,” joked Chris. You playfully smacked his arm and ordered him to sit down. He caught you off guard when he chose a seat next to you, rather than the opposite one.

“I can’t tell you how many bad days have been eliminated here. This place is indeed magical. You wanna try?”

“Sure.” He proceeded to tell you about his rough past days. As you were listening, you found yourself hanging on every word he said, you seemed almost bewitched by his soothing voice. You didn’t have to force yourself to listen, you simply did. It was so easy to get lost in the conversation with him, even though it wasn’t about pleasant topic.

“Sometimes, I just want to be an ordinary person like everyone else and not have to deal with people like that girl, for example. Gosh, I don’t know why, but that really got under my skin.” He finished his rant and you reassured, that it’s fine to feel that way.

“That girl was probably just the breaking point, I wouldn’t fuss ‘bout her. Here,” you reached into your bag and pulled out an apple, “this will make you feel better.” You placed it in front of him, and nudged him to take a bite.

“An apple?” he burst out laughing. Your cheeks were hot by now, no doubt.

“It’s a… Magical apple?” that only seemed to make him laugh more, as he leaned back in his seat, touching his chest. If you weren’t upset about him laughing at your offering, you would’ve found the gesture cute.

It was a yummy looking apple, though. If he isn’t going to eat it, then I will, you thought as you reached for the apple. However, he must’ve changed his mind, because he, too, reached for it, making your hands touch. You felt like in a scene from a romcom, as you felt a spark when your fingers brushed against each other.

You were too flustered to say anything, when he gave you a heart-melting smile. He seemed to lean in. When did he get so close?!

“Chris…” you whispered, your mouth dry, all of a sudden. He shushed you and pecked your lips, leaving you even more flustered. Your ears were burning, and you immediately pulled your hands to cover your face, leaving the apple unguarded.

“Got it!” he triumphantly said and took a bite of the apple, exaggerating the moans: “Mhm, you said this was magical?”

“Not fair, sir! You used your charm to distract me!” you played along, pouting.

“Hm, you think I’m charming?” he seemed amused by how shy you were and how easy it was to get you flustered.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.” You huffed in defeat as you crossed your arms on your chest. Chris only smirked as he finished the apple.

After a while you shivered, the warm afternoon turned into a chilly night. Neither of you noticed, too enthralled in each other.

Chris didn’t miss how you hugged your arms, desperately trying to warm yourself up.

“You’re cold?” It was more a statement, than a question, but you still nodded, anyway. He took off his sweater, leaving him only in a plain white short-sleeve.

“Here, put it on.” He grabbed your arms, to pull them up, in order to dress you.

“No, really, it’s fine. You don’t have to do this.” You whined, but it fell on deaf ears. Chris dressed you in his sweater and you had no say in it. To be honest, you weren’t about to complain. Musky smell with hints of cedarwood engulfed you and you almost snuggled into the sweater more, but stopped yourself at the last moment, not wanting to be weird.

“Thanks,” you shyly said, as you took in his broad shoulders and big arms. Arms, that were totally bare, because of you.

“Ohmygod! You’ll get cold!” Without thinking you hugged him tightly, only for him to wrap his arms around your small frame.

“As long as you’re with me, I’ll never get cold,” he whispered into your hair, after he left a small kiss on your temple.

#chris evans #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans ff #chris evans fluff #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x you #fanfiction #fluff #tom holland #rpf #rpf fanfic #real person fiction

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scottybrock · 5 years

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Masterlist

Traphouse Boys/Girls

Colby Brock:

The Best Gosh Dang Thing (fluff)

Cheating Prank Gone Wrong (a little angst, mostly fluff)

Jealousy, Still Gets The Best Of Me (little angsty, then fluffy, then kinda smutty)

Hickies (fluffy and kinda smutty)

Bikinis & Boys (fluff)

Breakdown, Get Back Up (angst, mostly. then a touch of fluff)

Legs (fluff and kinda smutty)

Sick & Sweet (super fluffy)

Baby Blues (fluff, hinted smut but not really)

Cups and Kisses (very little angst, mostly fluff)

And The Wall Won (fluff)

To The Window, To The Walls (fluff)

Saying ‘Yes’ To My Best Friend For 24 Hours (Shocking) (pure fluff)

Pizza Night (fluff)

Dirty Little Secret (fluff)

What Best Friends Are For (angst)

London Bridge (fluff)

Baby Bump (pure fluff)

This Is Inappropriate (hinted smut, mostly crackhead humor, aka my humor)

24 Hour Handcuff Challenge With My Girlfriend! (fluff)

Bumps & Bruises (fluff)

Jokes On You (angst, then fluff)

Clingy (fluff)

Rockabye Baby (fluff)

Tattoos (fluff)

Colby Giving You Hickies Would Include...

What Best Friends Are For Part Two (angst, then fluff)

Cherry Kisses (fluff)

College Daze (the teeniest bit of angst, then fluff)

Killing Boyfriend Prank (angst)

Doggy Days (fluff)

Colby Brock’s Girlfriend: EXPOSED (fluff)

Watch Where You’re Going (fluff)

Oh My God (implied smut, mostly just making out and grinding)

Yee Haw (fluff)

Happiest Place On Earth (fluff)

Edward Cullen Who? (fluff)

Plus One (fluff)

Only You (fluff)

Cuddly Koala (fluff)

Bring Your Boyfriend To Work Day (fluff)

Just Say I Do (angst, then fluff)

Boyfriends & Booze (fluff)

Yeah, We’re Having A Party (fluff)

Amnesia (angst)

How To Treat Your Girl (fluff)

Lean On Me (angst, then fluff)

Maybe (angst, then fluff)

Cliff’s Edge (angst, then fluff)

Sunny Days & Picnics (fluff)

Lollipops & Kitchen Counters (fluff and implied smut)

Mama’s Boy (angst, then fluff)

Innocent (implied smut)

Expecting (fluff)

Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts (fluff)

Rude (a little angst, then fluff)

Words Hurt, But Friends Help (little angst, then fluff)

Wouldn’t Change A Thing (a little angst, then major fluff)

Silent Treatment (angst, then fluff)

Bean (fluff)

Crush (fluff)

Not Your Fault (angst, then the teeniest bit of fluff)

Somewhere Over the Rainbow (mostly angst, then the teeniest bit of fluff)

Vampires & Vacuums (fluff)

Handsy (fluff)

First Word (fluff)

Jump Scare (fluff)

Dead Ass (fluff)

Trick or Treat (fluff)

First Steps (fluff)

Jumped (angst, then a teeny bit of fluff)

Panic! At the Pizza Night (teeny bit of angst, then fluff)

Girls, Girls, Girls (fluff and my crackhead humor)

Chug (fluff/crackhead humor)

Cake (fluff)

Karate Chops & Kisses (fluff)

Not Today (fluff)

Breakfast in Bed (fluff)

Happy Family (fluff)

Morning Cuddles (fluff)

Baby’s Gotta Eat (fluff)

Painted (fluff)

Vlog Squad is Shook (fluff and my crackhead humor)

Good Enough (little angst, lots of fluff)

Double Trouble (little angst, lots of fluff)

Grilled Cheese (tooth rotting fluff)

Piercings (fluff)

What Really Matters (angst, then fluff)

Koalas & Elephants (fluff)

About Time (implied smut, kinda fluffy at the end)

Dark Days (angst, teeny bit of fluff)

I Think I Wanna Marry You (fluff)

Crazy (fluff)

Sweatshirt (fluff)

Tongue (fluff)

So Damn Much (fluff)

Boyfriend (fluff)

Didn’t Mean It (angst, then fluff)

Wedding Cake (fluff)

Fanfic (fluff?? and my crackhead humor)

Pterodactyl (fluff?? and my crackhead humor)

Sir, This is a Wendy’s! (literally just my crackhead humor)

Breakup Prank (fluff)

Bad At Love (teeeeeny bit of angst, mostly fluff)

Coconut Oil (fluff)

We Need To Talk (fluff)

Glasses (fluff)

My Songbird (angst, then fluff)

Time to Swan Dive (fluff)

Cuddle Bug (fluff)

Wallpaper (fluff)

Fight Or Flight (fluff)

Dora the Explorer (fluff)

I Love You (fluff)

Car Radio (fluff)

Back Rubs (fluff)

Let’s Bang (fluff)

In The Morning (fluff)

Characters (fluff)

Superman (little angst, then fluff)

Warm Me Up (fluff)

Hero (mostly fluff)

Number One Fan (fluff)

Love You Like Me (fluff)

THAT Florida Trip (lil angst, then fluff)

Parkour (fluff & my crackhead humor)

Tell Me That You Love Me (angst, then fluff)

Colby’s Room (fluff)

It’s A Date (angst then fluff)

Koala Boi (fluff)

Welcome To Chili’s (very little angst, then fluff)

Baby Brock (fluff)

Compilation Complications (fluff)

Sleeping Beauty (fluff)

Staying In My Girlfriend’s Apartment Overnight (fluff)

All Mine (fluff)

The One That Got Away (angst, then fluff)

Butter Sock (fluff & my crackhead humor)

Cartwheels (fluff)

Not Interested (fluff)

Celebrity Crush (fluff)

Meet & Greet (fluff)

Soarin’, Flyin’ (fluff)

Chubby Bunny (fluff)

Tiny Dancer (fluff)

Boom, Roasted (fluff)

VIB: Very Important Boyfriend (fluff)

Bi Bi Bi (teeny angst, lotsa fluff)

Kitty Cat (fluff)

Promise Ring (fluff)

Spongebob (fluff)

Target (fluff)

Faking Death (fluff)

Go (full on angst. Seriously, there’s no happy ending.)

Diss Track (just my crackhead humor)

Happy Ending (angst, just angst.)

If I Stay (angst)

Not Like Him (angst, then kind of fluff??)

One Punch (just my crackhead humor)

Reading Fanfic With My Girlfriend *GONE WRONG* (fluff and my humor lmao)

Bump ‘N Grind (fluff)

Bet (angst)

Stretch Marks (angst and fluff)

Mistletoe (fluff)

Santa Baby (fluff)

Bad Day (fluffy fluff)

Arzaylea Who? (fluff?)

Pranking My Boyfriend (Gone Wrong) (lil angst, lil fluff)

Some Day (fluff)

Truth or Dare (fluff)

Movie Night (fluff)

Cinnamon Bun (fluff)

A Misunderstanding (fluff)

Pamper Night (tooth-rotting fluff)

The Best Of The Best (little angst, then fluff)

Someone Like You (fluff)

Ignoring My Boyfriend For 24 Hours! *GONE WRONG* (lil angst, mostly fluff)

Good Morning (fluff & my humor)

Hibernation (fluff)

Like Your Mama (fluff)

Warrior (little angst, then fluff)

Worth Waiting For (little angst, then fluff)

Baby Names (fluff)

Don’t Dream It’s Over (angst and fluff)

Santa Says (fluff and my crackhead humor)

Naughty Or Nice? (fluff and my crackhead humor)

Feels Like The Very First Christmas (fluff)

My Chemical Romance (fluff)

Oopsie (fluff)

Ravioli Ravioli, Give Me The Formuoli (lil angst, mostly fluff)

Birthday Boy (angst then tooth-rotting fluff)

Happy, Happy, Happy (fluff and implied smut)

Dad Knows Best (fluff)

Wedding Bells (fluff)

So Much It Hurts (fluff)

Meta Life (fluff)

Be Quiet (angst, then fluff)

Done (fluff)

Five Fingas To The Face (fluff)

Surprise! (angst then fluffy fluff)

Blame It On The Alcohol (angst, then fluff)

Mom & Dad (fluff)

Be Mine (fluff)

Merch War (angst, then fluff)

Petty & Pettier (drama & fluff)

Gender Reveal (fluff)

Thumbs Up (fluff)

Right Here (lil angst, then fluff)

Lesson Learned (angst, then fluff)

Without Trust (angst)

Pinky Promise (lil angst, then fluff)

Absolutely (fluff)

Hide ‘N Seek (fluff)

Best Friend’s Son (fluff)

Soulmates (fluff?)

Quarantine For Two (fluff)

Jake Webber:

Kiss Me Thru The Phone (fluff)

Be Careful (little angst, then fluffy fluff)

Baby Webber (fluff)

Style Swap (fluff)

Teeny Tiny (little angst, then fluffy fluff)

Slow Hands (fluff)

The Goat (fluff and my crackhead humor)

We Got ‘Em (my crackhead humor)

My Fault (angst and fluff)

Serious (lil bit of angst, then fluff)

Panties (fluff)

Breakups According To Keem (fluff)

Throwing Hands (fluff)

Katrina Stuart:

Greedy (fluff)

Puppy Love (fluff)

Coming Out (lil angst, mostly fluff)

Forever (barely there angst, then fluff)

Tara Yummy:

Deal (fluff)

I Choose You (fluff)

Cool (lil angst, mostly fluff)

Girlfriend (fluff)

Jealous (lil angst, mostly fluff)

You’re The One That I Want (angst, then fluff)

Mike:

Brown-Eyed Boy (fluff)

Song To You (fluff)

Make You Mine (slight angst, then fluff)

Devyn Lundy:

Breakups & Oreos (angst and fluff)

Sam Golbach:

God Dang It (fluff)

Drunk In Love (fluff)

Beach Babe (fluff)

Wedding Bells (fluff)

Aaron Doh:

Soup, Tears, and Love (lil angst, then fluffy)

Friendship (everyone):

You Were You (angst & fluff)

Kung-Fu Fighting (fluff)

Vlog Squad boys/girls:

David Dobrik:

S-E-X Babey! (fluff)

Officially Official (fluff)

Meeting The Parents (lil angst, mostly fluff)

Wakeup Call (fluff)

Good Boy (fluff & implied smut)

Miscellaneous:

Jade West:

Pretty (fluff)

Top Or Bottom (fluff)

Baby Vega (fluff)

Good (fluff)

SERIES:

Getting My Best Friend to Fall In Love With Me (Colby Brock)

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Neighbors (Colby Brock)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7

Part 8

Part 9

Part 10

Part 10 (alternate ending)

#masterlist

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vannahfanfics · 4 years

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Hey!! I gots ya a prompt request! Lucy-centric (ft), light angst, and some Graylu mixed in! You can make it an AU if you want depending on how you go about this? Okay so could you write about a first time holiday event Lucy never got to experience during her childhood (gasps from holiday lovers) but is doing with the gang? Maybe you can make it more angsty if you do it in a Modern AU? Ooohh there’s so many ways you could write this!! You’ll make something great I know!! You’re awesome! Have fun!

Ayo-Kay! Here your actual requested story! :D I hope you enjoy it!

Sunshine on a Winter’s Night

The sweet scent of gingerbread wafted up Lucy’s nose, preceding the arrival of a serenely smiling Mirajane delivering a plateful of the artistically crafted, frosted little cookie men to the table where Lucy was in avid discussion with Natsu, Gray, and Erza. Mirajane’s cooking in all capacities was always delectable, and so Lucy’s mouth was watering in anticipation before she had even plucked one of the cute pastries off the plate. As she bit down onto the head of her choice, she instantly melted into a contented sigh as the sugary-sweet icing mingling with the sharp taste of ginger spread over her tongue. She mumbled her approval around the half-eaten head of the little cookie man, because truthfully, she didn’t even want to remove the yummy treat from her mouth to speak. Erza, Gray, and Natsu were in similar states of rapture approaching food nirvana.

“Teehee! Thank you, you guys!” Mirajane flushed under the praise. With her composure so sweet and innocent, sometimes it really was a wonder that it belied such a dominatrix, murderous alter ego. Lucy munched happily on the little cookie, simply savoring it, before the white-haired woman’s continuation piqued her interest. “I just wanted to get feedback on the new recipe I’m trying before Elfman, Lisanna, and I start on our annual gingerbread house!”

“Oh, right!” Natsu grinned as he scarfed down his fifth cookie. “Your gingerbread houses are always awesome, Mira!” He looked at Lucy with child-like delight. “Lucy, you’ve never gotten the chance to see it, have ya? Mira and the others make this huuuuuuge gingerbread house and then we eat it!” His sharp teeth glinted in ravish desire as he likely imaging tearing them into the side of a gingerbread mansion. Lucy looked up at Mirajane with a bright smile.

“Wow, Mira! You’re so talented. I can’t wait to see it- and taste it, if it’s as good as this!” she laughed while licking gingerbread crumbs from her lips. Following another giggle of glee, Mirajane chatted with them for a few minutes before wandering off with her plate of remaining cookies to gather more opinions from the other members of the guilt. Now that her mind was absorbed with dancing visions of little gingerbread men and their candy houses, Lucy suddenly realized something. “Hmm… Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever built a gingerbread house.”

“Really, Lucy?” Erza looked at her in mild shock. She then frowned slightly. “Well, it is tradition here in the guild… Many members have helped with the process in some capacity over the years… But that doesn’t mean it’s every family’s holiday tradition, I suppose.”

“My family didn’t have many holiday traditions,” she sighed while pursing her lips in a pout of self-pity. “My father didn’t really believe in them… He said they got in the way of productivity.” Though she and her father had since made amends before (and after, thanks to Lucy’s soul-searching) his passing, her childhood still stung in many ways, including it seemed her lack of holiday cheer. The three of them looked at her with owlish eyes and gaping mouths. Erza’s arms then surged forward to wrap around Lucy’s head and literally pull her across the table to smother her into her chest; it would’ve been comforting, if Lucy’s cheek had not instead met the cold and unforgiving surface of her steel armor. Oblivious, she nuzzled into Lucy’s blonde waves while crooning supportive encouragements. After a bit of worming about in her iron grip, Lucy was able to push herself up onto her hands with a huff. “It’s not that big of a deal! Honestly, guys, I don’t feel like I’m missing out on anything!”

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“I am totally missing out!” Lucy wailed in dismay as she flopped face-down onto her bed. Ever since the conversation about the gingerbread houses, Lucy had been plagued with a blue feeling that made everything less sunny to her. Upon arriving home, she had tried soaking in a bubble bath, putting on fluffy pajamas, and working on her novel notes, but nothing had alleviated her mild depression. With a frustrated shout, she had slammed down her pencil and jumped up with angry tears in her eyes; no matter how much she had tried to deny it, missing out on the holiday tradition got to her. With a low, miserable whine, she turned her head to the side to stare miserably at her bedroom wall. Lucy was not normally one to be melancholy over trivial things, but as she thought about it, it really wasn’t trivial; the gingerbread house was merely a representative of another aspect of her rough, soulless childhood following her mother’s passing. She knew there was no use sulking over it, but somehow she just couldn’t will herself to crawl out of bed and stop entertaining the gloomy feeling.

That is, until she heard the doorbell ring.

She knew it wasn’t Natsu, because he never bothered with the door and much preferred breaking in through the window like some common vagrant; her next logical conclusion was Gray. He stopped by from time to time by himself when he needed a change of pace, and would enjoy a cup of coffee and some small cookies with her every now and again. It had grown to the point where she had begun bouncing ideas for her novel off him, and though he didn’t really read for fun or know the intimate details of her story, he always listened attentively and gave her his honest opinion. Sometimes he had some really insightful things to say; she had incorporated quite a few of them into her work in progress.

“Coming!” she called as she retracted herself from her cozy, warm covers like an inchworm moving backwards, throwing her head back with a small sigh and a jiggle of her shoulders as if she could literally shake off the gray cloud of dejection around her. It clung annoyingly to her, like a heavy cloak. The sky outside wasn’t helping, as it was eclipsed by oppressive dark clouds that sapped the light and life out of everything and made the winter chill seem even deeper. Still, she couldn’t keep Gray waiting too long or he would impatiently start pounding on her door, so nonetheless she slid from her bed to walk barefoot down the hallway and to her front door. She swung it open right at the moment Gray was going to start knocking wildly, as she caught him with an embarrassed expression and his arm raised in a fist. “Hey, what’s up?” She tried to push as much false cheer and her usual optimism into her voice as possible, not really wanting to talk about her issues at the moment. Gray gulped slightly and then looked shyly down at his feet, which was unusual for him; it was then that she noticed he was hiding something behind his back. “Whatcha got?”

“Here!” he grunted and suddenly thrusted it into her hands, pushing her back out of the doorframe onto her hallway rug. Reeling at the abruptness of his action, it took her a moment to recover and actually look down at what he had presented her with. Her heart instantly scrunched in her chest with gratitude. In her hands was a small make-your-own gingerbread house kit, complete with all the decorating essentials. The gesture was overwhelmingly thoughtful. She found tears of a different kind brimming in her earth-brown eyes as she looked up at him with a genuinely moved smile.

“Gray, I… Thank you so much…” Apparently he had surpassed his initial timidity and awkwardness, because he now flashed her a pleased smirk. He slid one hand into the pocket of his coat while he raised the other arm to prop himself up against the doorjamb, and if one happened to pass by, it would not look unlike a man flirting with his lover. Lucy was too touched by his simple but considerate gift to even consider such notions.

“Of course. You didn’t think I wouldn’t notice how sad about it you were, did you?” Lucy’s smile warmed and now she was the one who shyly cast her gaze to her toes, which were digging into the fluffy fibers of her rug as happiness sang through her nerves. Gray really did have a way of seeing right through her. Natsu did too, a lot of times, but there were also instances where she had been able to conceal them well enough for it to go unnoticed by her best friend… But somehow, Gray was able to sniff out her melancholies or worries like a bloodhound. He would appear out of the blue like this to present her with some little trifle or words of encouragement; in fact, one such occasion had been the springboard for his afternoon and evening visits. He pulled his hand out of his pocket to reach out and very gently rustle her tousled blonde hair, causing her to look up at him. The smile on his face was so impossibly sweet that Lucy practically melted on the spot. Her heart rate quickened and her body temperature climbed a few notches as a little voice in the back of her mind quipped that the emotion he was wearing could only be loving adoration. “I just can’t stand to see you so sad, Lucy. You’re the sunshine of our guild, you know.” Lucy had to look down again because her face was crumpling as she fought back tears.

“Thank you,” she whispered again with a voice like a fleeting breeze. She was just so overcome by all this, her emotional responses heightened due to her already tumultuous state. Gray just continued to soothingly comb through her blonde tresses with his fingers as she recollected herself. After a few minutes, she was able to take a deep breath and raise her head to smile sweetly at him. “Gray, will you make the gingerbread house with me?”

“Of course,” he smiled back at her and walked inside. As he brushed past her on his way to the kitchen in an action that could only be deliberate, Lucy breathed in a sharp, barely audible breath as electricity skipped over her skin where his coat had lightly made contact. Clutching at her heart as it refused to still, she stared at the winter scenery beyond the ajar door. She had the feeling then that tonight, things would change…

After regaining her senses, she shut the door and joined him in the kitchen; he had deemed it necessary to strip off his coat and assemble the house bare-chested. Given it was one of his personality traits she had long since grown used to it; however, to her shock and mild horror, the sight of his shirtless stole all the breath in her lungs and she had to use all of her willpower to keep from ogling at his sculpted body. Of course she had always known Gray was attractive; many of the men of the guild were- but this was the first time that it was painfully apparent and threatening to derail her focus. Gulping, she attempted to redirect her energy on opening the gingerbread house kit to inspect its contents. It wouldn’t be a fancy, homemade creation like Mirajane’s, as the gingerbread sheets came pre-cooked and packaged in plastic to ensure freshness alongside a sizeable container of frosting and various varieties of candies. Her anxiety was just beginning to subside as she anticipated the revelry of assembling the thing- that is, until Gray leaned over her shoulder to likewise inspect the goods and involuntarily pressed his abs into her back. Surely he must’ve felt the shiver that crawled up her spine, but if he did, he made no mention of it.

I’m going to die before this is over, she lamented with a small groan. If Juvia doesn’t bust down the door and kill me for crushing on Gray first! Lucy was not oblivious to what was happening to her. She almost wished that Juvia and Gray were a confirmed item so she could squash all hopes of shenanigans happening her, but though Gray cared very deeply for the water mage, so far he had refused her many advances… Meaning that devilish little voice in her head could sing that she had a chance with him. Oh my, she just sighed silently and began opening the gingerbread packages with a quick prayer to preserve her sanity.

A floor, four walls, and two panels for a roof were contained in the packages. Lucy cracked open the jar of frosting and gave it a sample. It was surprisingly good considering it was in a cheap cooking kit, and she held up the jar for Gray to sample. She tried to keep her hand from trembling violently as his head dipped down next to hers to stick his finger into the frosting and scoop some up, looking at her as he very unnecessarily slowly drew it over his tongue.

“It’s good,” he remarked casually as if he hadn’t done the most seductive thing Lucy had ever seen in her life. She turned stiffly from him as she felt her soul leaving her body. She wasn’t going to survive this, no sir. All she could manage was a weak, shaky chuckle as she set the jar down, gripping it so hard the plastic would crack any second. I can’t tell if he’s flirting or just so comfortable with me he doesn’t care! She wailed silently. She inhaled deeply as panic began to bubble up inside her. Calm down, Lucy. Just treat this like any other night with Gray. Yeah.

That was so goddamn hard to do with Gray looking like a bigger snack than the gingerbread house.

Lucy’s hand was trembling the entire time she piped the icing across the gingerbread. It didn’t help that Gray decided that the easiest way to put it together was for him to stand directly behind her and reach around her on either side to hold up the pieces while she generously applied frosting glue. Lucy knew for damn sure they looked like the intro to some cheap adult film, but what could she do? Gray was either completely ignorant of the implications or thoroughly enjoying playing her like a fiddle, but she didn’t know, because his face remained stoic the entire time, except for when he would smile and make some comment that had no suggestive undertones whatsoever. By the time she finished icing white tiles onto the finished roof, she was exhausted- and they still had a heck of a lot to do!

When it came time to apply the candies, Lucy was able to relax just a little bit, because it was actually kind of difficult. Sometimes the candies were a little heavy- especially the gum drops, those annoying squishy bastards- and would fall from their spot, requiring her to stop what she was doing and apply more icing to try and secure it. Little by little, they applied the rainbow of candies, and when they were finished, she stepped back to admire their handiwork while sweeping the back of her arm across her forehead with a tired “phew.”

It was actually pretty cute, now that she got a good look at it. They had a little gumdrop fence leading up to the front door, which had a window of glass-like candy and a little chocolate-chip doorknob. Gummy flowers decorated a small garden with a gardening gingerbread man (which she had iced herself and thought she had done damn well with all those little lines!). The roof tiles were made with the same glass-like candy as the windows, in a menagerie of colors to make an effect like stained glass. Finally, cotton candy puffed from a small chimney. Lucy could not help but beam broadly at their creation. She whirled around to throw her arms around Gray’s neck in a hug, forgetting the earlier sexual tension in her glee. “It’s wonderful! Thank you so much for this, Gray. I feel lots better!” Indeed, the cloudy gloom had finally subsided and she was her sunshiney self again. As she fell back onto the pads of her feet to look up at him, he smiled and swept a stray hand of hair from her face.

“No problem. I’m glad I get to see that smile of yours again.” Ba-bump! went her heart like a drum against her ribs. The tension didn’t take long to return. A blush dusted her cheeks like sparkling pink sprinkles that shifted further toward red with each second he spent staring thoughtfully down at her. Suddenly, he grabbed her lightly by the chin to turn her face to the side. “You’ve got frosting on your cheek,” he remarked with amusement. Oh my God, I really am in some cliché teenager’s fantasy, Lucy groaned inwardly but secretly relished it. She expected him to sweep his finger over it and pop it into his mouth and look hella fine while doing it, but instead he did something that no cheesy teenage novel could prepare her for: he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss into her cheek. Lucy’s breath rattled as she drew it in, chocolate-brown eyes going wide.

“Gray…” she whispered. The longing in her voice called him forth, peppering kisses over her skin before arriving to her lips. His mouth feathered lightly over hers for a moment as stormy gray eyes greeted her, silently asking permission. She indicated such with her eyes fluttering closed and leaning her body against him, hands pressed against his chest. Despite her knowing it was coming, it was still such an explosive feeling once his mouth melted over hers like chocolate over her lips, soft and warm and sweet with the faint hint of the frosting. She inched herself up onto her tip-toes as she leaned dramatically into the kiss, simply drunk on the sensation of his mouth moving rhythmically over her own. He reached up to clutch a fistful of her hair to very gently twist her head to deepen the kiss, and though she thought it not possible, she swooned even further. They kissed like that for several minutes, deeply, passionately, before he pulled back. Her eyes opened to see him smiling wryly down at her, and his fingers teased through her hair in loving caresses.

“You’re my sunshine, too, y’know,” he breathed in a low voice aching with honest, raw emotion. Lucy’s eyes scrunched up as she smiled so hard her face hurt, but she simply couldn’t help it; God, she loved him, she loved him for what he was doing to her and saying to her. She circled her arms around his neck and fondled the ends of his dark hair, her eyes never leaving his for a single millisecond. Still on her tip-toes and unsteady, his other hand gripped her hip to keep her stable. Tracing a finger across his sharp jawline, she smiled cutely at him.

“You’ve really got some smooth things to say, y’know? Do you know the things you do to a girl?” she asked teasingly. He snorted in laughter before bringing her into another soft, sweet kiss, and Lucy shined brighter than the burning sun to chase away the gray clouds and winter chill to make a little warm space just for herself and Gray to inhabit…

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XiCheng Fic Recs

Fic recs featuring XiCheng with some side pairings. I decided to do this list so I can keep track. Basically, these fics are extra long coz the bitch in me doesn’t like to read short fics lol. All are complete works though. I hope this helps my fellow XiCheng shippers! I am a bitch for XiCheng and I am proud? LOL

Little Lotus by RennieOnIceCream (XiCheng mentions of WangXian)

Summary: If one asked Lan Xichen about having children a few years ago, he would’ve said the idea of a family was nice, but it was entirely impossible for him.

Having the leader of the Jiang Sect for a partner, he should’ve known -- impossibilities were always achievable.

Mpreg XiCheng fic that is light and fluffy! This is more like the journey of pregnancy featuring XiCheng.

Wish That You Were Here by Achromos (XiCheng, JingYi)

Summary: Ever since he was young, Jingyi knew that he was missing a parent. The thing that bothered him the most about this was that his a-die was clearly suffering and lonely. At first, he had to settle for stories of his fuqin - the First Jade of Lan, a beautiful and powerful cultivator. But then he was sent to study in the Cloud Recesses, where he met the other side of his family. He was determined to find out why his parents won't speak to each other; what happened fifteen years ago. How he can perhaps mend the rift between them.

A fic where Jingyi is XiCheng’s love child. So much angst and it hurts.

Broken Mirror by akanezora (XiCheng AU side WangXian)

Summary: When Jiang Cheng left Lan Xichen life, he brought a secret with him. Years later, Lan Xichen caught up with that secret. (Jingyi as Xicheng Lovechild)

A fic where Jingyi is XiCheng’s love child in Modern AU. This is just so cute with a little bit of angst on both sides also, WangXian is a side pair here.

Being An Uncle Is Anything But Easy by TheWildJoker (XiCheng)

Summary: Jiang Wanyin, Jiang Cheng, Sandu Shengshou, uncle of Jin Ling, brother of Jiang Yanli. He held many titles, and worked with many different hats, but the thing in his life that was missing most was someone to assist him in his struggle at raising a barely month old, orphaned child. Cue the entrance of the eldest jade of Lan, prim, proper, and loved by all. When first met with the worn out Jiang Cheng his inability to leave others alone while they're struggling most kicked in, and leads to a lot of confusion, bad decisions, and then finally a chance for the both of them to be healed from wounds of their past.

Aaah, I love this fic so much. Basically, it started when Jiang Cheng was landed with the responsibility of raising A-Ling because he just refused or rather, he just didn’t trust Jin Guangyao with the upbringing of Jin Ling. Also, some cute A-Yuan and A-Ling interaction for those who love ZhuiLing innocence.

Never Had I Ever by Kicchin (XiCheng side WangXian/NieYao)

Summary: Nie Mingjue is almost certain that Jin Guangyao has an ulterior motive for dating his best friend, Lan Xichen. However despite voicing his concerns, his best friend seems unconvinced and Lan Xichen continues to date the said man. Unable to give up just yet, Nie Mingjue tries a different tactic--convincing his best friend the man is not the right person for him by setting him up. Fortunately for him, Wei Wuxian's youngest brother is very much single and seems to be just the kind of person his best friend needs. Can Jiang Cheng truly change Lan Xichen's mind, or will Nie Mingjue's plan is a disaster from the beginning?

A Modern AU - University style fic wherein Jiang Cheng is a freshman and Xichen is just a dork who falls in love with unsuspecting Jiang Cheng lol. This is funny but it has that tooth-decaying element XD Also, drunk Xichen is always chaotic but can be so sweet.

The Beginner’s Guide to Moving On by messenger18 (XiCheng side WangXian)

Summary: Jiang Cheng is jaded, bitter and miserable. Lan Xichen isn't sure he can ever trust anyone again. They've always been at the periphery of each other's lives, perpetually visible but never touching, and it seems it's going to stay that way. Then Jin Ling and Lan Sizhui fall in love, and everything changes.

Thrown together as the only single men in a family full of couples, neither is exactly happy about their situation. But when two lonely people find each other, sometimes they can be a little less lonely together.

A slow burn fic that involves awkward meetings, building friendship, humor and fluff that you don’t have any choice but to read more lol. But I strongly recommend this one for XiCheng fans!

葬花/Zàng huā by CrystallizedPen (XiCheng Mpreg)

Summary: One day, Sect Leader Lan just disappeared, no one knew where he went, nor why he left, not even the people closest to him knew. He left behind his sword, his token, and his forehead ribbon. He left behind everything except the silver bell that was given to him by a person that he loved, and whom he thought would love him too. Their love was beautiful like a blooming flower. But, apparently he was wrong. He should have buried this love deep inside his heart, like burying a flower that was never meant to bloom.

Heavy angst XiCheng fic that expanded for 10 years of waiting coz of some intervention. I just love angsty elements in this and Xichen is well characterized in this fic! Strongly recommended!

Monotone by seredemia (WangXian and XiCheng)

Summary: Wei Wuxian died. Wei Wuxian died and he never came back, not after thirteen years, or a hundred, or a thousand. The year is 2019 and Lan Wangji is still here, having reached the highest point of cultivation that has gifted him with immortality. It's supposed to be a gift, an honour, yet to him it's nothing but a curse. Wei Wuxian is dead, and life is colourless. Lan Wangji ghosts through time, simply living each day in monotone.That is, until he meets a man who has the same face, same name, same smile as Wei Wuxian. Suddenly, there's colour and hope back in his life—but it's not long until he realises Wei Wuxian in this timeline has not escaped the sorrow that plagued his past self.Maybe history really does repeat itself after all.

THIS IS THE GREATEST. Immortal Xichen and Wangji in search of happiness. I certainly love the dynamics and interaction of XiCheng pair in here. Contains heavy angst, self-harm and hurt and you’d get a lot of emotional rollercoaster on this one! READ THIS GUYS, YOU WON’T REGRET IT! Unfortunately, the writer took down her work in A03 for personal reasons but she provided alternative links where you can read this. (Thank goodness for that.)

The Misadventures of Secretary Jiang by rollo (XiCheng mentions of WangXian)

Summary: When the competent Secretary Jiang gave his two weeks notice all of a sudden, CEO Lan XiChen is forced to switch up his long game.

Will Secretary Jiang ever notice that he’s not just the CEO’s Secretary?

This fic is hilarious as fuck. Full of humor and mishaps between XiCheng pair. Wanna see a different side of Xichen? Like the clingy, pouty ones - well this one is for you! I’ve just recently started the series called What’s Wrong With Secretary Kim and thank goodness, the author didn’t make Xichen as vain and narcissistic as the original character but all in all, if you want a light, honest to goodness fic, then I recommend this one for you!

I’ll Bind You To Me by yunkarin (XiCheng mentions of Married WangXian)

Summary: Jiang Cheng is the president of Yunmeng Cosmetics. Lan Xichen is the president of Gusu Pharmaceuticals. He and Lan Xichen have a complicated relationship, where they separate business and pleasure. How far are you willing to go to bind me to you?

A very sexy XiCheng fic with lots of sexy time. Insatiable Xichen is hot btw. If you want some kinks and smut filled read, well this one is for you!

The Form of Boneless Ice by TheWonderingHeart (XiCheng)

Summary: Mythical beasts have long ago been driven to extinction by the gentry — hunted for sport, but more importantly for their magical cores. Since then, there remains only one creature that has never been caught. The Jiang’s retreated a long time ago. Abandoning land altogether, they sought safety where the humans could not reach. It all comes to a head though, purely by chance. (Or is it by fate that a spontaneous decision allows for them to meet? If fate were a rock!) Jiang Cheng suddenly finds his whole life balanced on the head of a pin — on the flimsy promise of a human boy. In his opinion, things cannot possibly get worse!(But then they do when the Wens decide it’s finally time to search for the elusive merpeople, and suddenly nowhere is safe.)

Oh goodness, I love this one so much with innocent Jiang Cheng with the human world but still has a potty mouth lol. Mermaid AU wherein they met as children and continued their friendship until they turn into lovers. This is so sweet with angst, of course. Strongly-recommended!

My own fics (If you guys want lol shameless promotion)

Jin Ling’s Dating Guides for His Stupid Uncles (XiCheng/WangXian)

A work-in-progress wherein Jin Ling tries to matchmake his uncles to his best friend’s parents - the Lan brothers. However, danger is looming upon their family and they must solve it before it gets out of hand.

a way to his heart is through his stomach (XiCheng side WangXian)

A feisty cook joins the team by request. How far can he go without falling for the charm of the restaurant's assistant manager, Lan Xichen? And what’s this? They’re roommates too? Oh, fun.

Follow the journey of the gang as they go on with their lives as interns in the hospitality world for a year - the chaotic life of living

Another work-in-progress wherein the boys are in the hospitality industry.

I will add more works on this list as I go on reading. I better thank the quarantine that I can binge read yummy XiCheng fics. lol

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