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klanceficatalogue · 7 months
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Hi! Do you have any post-game show recs where the team and especially Lance deal with the fallout of GWS?
oh boyy that episode. theres definitely some of those - k
Take My Name Out Of Your Mouth (You Don't Deserve To Mourn) by negativefouriq (1/1 | 1,739 | Teen and Up)
Lance’s hands shake on Red’s controls. All of him shakes, really, trembling like the last dead leaf on a barren tree. I just don’t want to be stuck here for eternity with Lance. As if he’s miles underwater, he hears the rest of the team chatter excitedly about the games they played. The drama, the excitement. He hears them talk about the test. He hears Coran say Bob is a god. Mostly, though, he hears his blood rushing through his ears, and Keith’s words repeating over and over in his head. Again and again. I just don’t want to be stuck here for eternity with Lance. --- OR: There are consequences to the playout of Bob's gameshow.
Tick tock, the time is ticking away by Naja_is_stitch (2/2 | 7,335 | Teen and Up)
Lance doesn't give the others a chance to vote. He votes on them all, practically begging Bob to get them out so they can save the universe. – "The universe needs all four of them to be save, how could I ever choose one of them" Lance said with tears going down his cheeks. "I'm the only one the universe could live without" – Langst, klance, and the feud episode, have fun!
First Choice by CorporisAuratus (1/1 | 1,672 | Teen and Up)
The paladins have to choose who gets to leave Garfle Warfle Snick. Lance has a realization about his friends. Keith deals with his feelings.
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awanderingmuse-ficrec · 4 months
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Zutara: Just Tell Him
Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender
Author: @incorrectfanfics​
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Sexual Content, Alcohol
Word Count:  2,657
Pairings: Zutara
Characters: Katara, Zuko, Sokka, Hakoda
Summary:
The Fire Lord visits the Southern Water Tribe for the Glacier Spirits Festival. But his true objective is to find a way to tell the Chief of the Southern Water Tribe that he's in a relationship with the Southern Water Tribe Ambassador: his daughter, Katara.
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peterpatter-fic-rec · 3 years
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You've Got A Pizza My Heart by WaitingForMyHogwartsLetter
Rated G | 1,363 Words | 1/1 Chapters | Published 4/12/21
(based on a tumblr post)
Oh no.
He froze.
He just told the pizza guy he loved him.
And he said it back?
Recommended by @molinapattersons:  All Reggie was trying to do was order a pizza... but an awkward moment on the phone pays off for him in the funniest way. (Seriously, I was grinning like an idiot through this entire fic. It's adorable-- and the pizza puns? Amazing)
Content Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Pizza, Pizza Deliverer Luke Patterson, Inspired By Tumblr, Oneshot
Read It Here On AO3
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wujificrec · 4 years
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Child Surprise by Ariaste
PG |  Lan Zhan/Wei Ying | One-Shot: 4.1k | Notes: Canon divergence, The Law of Surprise (The Witcher), canon temporary death, fluff, angst, married with a son
Link on AO3.
Summary:
He huffs a sigh. “Fine. Just--let’s just make it the law of surprise, shall we? That’s nice and simple, eh? Leave it up to destiny what will bring us back in balance. Let it drop something of yours into my lap, something small, and we’ll call the debt paid.”
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Three debts, three repayments.
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minsungcatalogue · 4 years
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Ohh that other ask reminds me! Do you have any jealous Jisung fics? They can be angsty!
here u go!
That tall guy™ by sugarainbows (1/1 | 1,995 | General)
The three times Jisung gets jealous seeing Minho and that tall guy together and the one time Minho fixes everything.
(changlix)
Minho is a Flirt by PotterHeadHGDM (1/1 | 3,587 | Teen And Up)
Lee Minho is a flirt
everyone knows, nobody cares.
it's not their business.
until he starts to flirt with Jisung
Poor, sweet innocent gay Jisung who just wants a nice relationship.
Falling for flirty, confident gay Minho with commitment issues.
//nsfw humour
(changlix, seungjin)
Still Into You by haosmullet (1/1 | 3,405 | Teen And Up)
If you add up a boy completly in love, and deeply jealous, with alcohol, chocolate and a sad movie, maybe you can get the perfect combination for a spontaneous confession.
//alcohol consumption
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Fic Of The Week (11.3.19)
boy with the thorn in his side by breane (1/1 | 1992 | Mature)
You are Billy.
You were born William, but you’re called Billy.
You were born on a coast where waves kiss the shore over and over - day in, day out, always. They kissed it during the morning when you’d stare out of a window in the backseat of a car, your eyes just as blue as the water. They kissed it in the evening, your feet in the sand, your mother holding your hand, watching the sun set all oranges and pinks.
//implied/referenced child abuse, homophobia
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shyanfanficquotes · 5 years
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Shane’s swooping in to press his stupid grin against Ryan’s mouth in what definitely doesn’t count as a kiss, but Shane’s hands are on his face and they’re warm and soft and Ryan lets it happen because he wants it so much.
Finders Keepers by blacktofade
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Silhouettes: Returned
Prompt: William Nylander, Sequel to “Silhouettes” For: anons Warnings & Tags: sad beginning, creepy creeper being creepy, happy ending Word Count: 2328
It had been three months since The Incident, when Kappy mistakenly assumed you and William were dating. Willy was your best friend, you had great benefits with that friendship, yeah, but it was different now. Now you didn’t know what you wanted, what he wanted, and all the things you’d loved about being with him, the low pressure relaxation with someone you could talk to anything with, it was gone. You were a full-time student. He was a full-time hockey player. The both of you were too busy for pressure.
So you eased off.
You kind of hated yourself for the way you went about it.
You didn’t ghost him exactly, but it was definitely ghost-adjacent.
You figured you could blame it on essays due, then exams, then his playoffs, but those were all done a month ago and still, your answers were so infrequent that he seemed to have stopped trying.
You told yourself it was better that way, that this was best for both of you, but some nights, when you were feeling particularly vulnerable and honest with yourself, you could admit how much you regretted it. There was a big, blond, floppy-haired hockey player-sized hole in your chest.
You missed him.
Maybe it was too late, now. It probably was.
The universe, it seemed, had other ideas.
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You were only taking one summer class and, as busy as it kept you, you still had a modicum of free time. The weather had been beautiful lately, and you kept seeing your friends send snaps of this beautiful bar with outdoor seating and great-looking tacos. It was a late afternoon on a Thursday. They shouldn’t be too busy, you figured. So you put on a flowy, comfortable yellow sundress, a floppy hat and sunglasses, and decided to treat yourself in this warm weather.
You were glad to see your prediction was true. The restaurant wasn’t too busy, with quite a few of their outdoor tables still available. You were seated quickly, ordered a margarita on the rocks, and just basked in the beautiful day.
Your basking lasted all of fifteen minutes before there was a large shadow blocking your view. You blinked up at some smarmy-looking dude, smirking down at you. You used your menu to cover your cleavage and scowled up at him.
“Can I help you?”
“Sorry to bother you,” the guy said looking absolutely not sorry at all. “Seems I’m looking for a place to sit here. It’s filling up fast. You mind if I keep you company?”
You looked around at the obviously empty tables around you, maybe only a third of them occupied, then blinked back up at him.
“I do mind, actually,” you said calmly, though you internally started to panic. What if he didn’t take no for an answer. “I’m waiting on someone.”
You pulled out your phone, trying to text your friend Winslow. She lived nearby. You sent your location to her, followed by an ‘SOS creepy dude. Rescue me and I buy dinner’.
The guy scowled down at you, obviously wanting to say more, but the waitress came over, clearly sensing an issue and put herself between you and the creep. You gave her a relieved smile.
“Hey,” you said to her, before the guy could speak up. “This guy was looking for a table. And can I get an extra menu for when my friend gets here?”
The waitress nodded, winking before she grabbed another menu for you, then she turned to the guy. “Come on, sir. We just cleared a booth inside for you,”
Your shoulders relaxed as the waitress led him away. Twenty minutes later, you spotted him at the bar, trying to make eye contact with you as the waitress brought a refill on your drink. You opened your phone to see if Winslow texted you back and your heart fell into your stomach at your notifications.
You clicked through, hoping it was a mistake.
You had accidentally texted William instead.
And his response came not even a minute after you sent your message. “On my way.”
He didn’t really live close by, and you started to text him back, telling him that he really didn’t need to, when you spotted him, rushing over to you, breathing heavy like he’d been running.
“Are you ok?” he asked immediately, eyes wide and concerned and you sighed, pushing out the seat across from you for him.
The waitress stuck her head outside and tilted her head at you, obviously concerned again, but you gave her a reassuring smile. Willy wouldn’t be a creep. And you were the idiot for texting the wrong person.
“You didn’t have to come. I meant to- I meant to text Wins. She lives like a block away.”
Willy’s face fell. “Shit. I can-”
You shook your head, remembering the guy at the bar, and then, with a little more sadness, the way you’d been treating Willy the last few months.
“No,” you sighed. “Stay.”
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Five minutes later, Willy had a matching margarita and the awkward silence had grown so deep that you were shifting in your seat at the discomfort of it all.
He hadn’t looked at you since he arrived.
You felt horrible.
You blinked, taking a deep breath. You knew you owed him an apology at least. And probably an explanation. And then you both could move on or whatever you both wanted to do.
“I’m sorry,” you finally said, pushing your margarita away a little. The waitress arrived with your food and he ordered his, and you let that ‘sorry’ hang between you in the meanwhile.
As soon as the waitress walked away, Willy looked at you. Properly looked. And you could read the sadness there so well it was like you hadn’t spent months avoiding him. You still knew him.
You still missed him.
“For what?” he croaked, not bothering to hide the bitter bite to his words.
You winced. You deserved that. “I’m sorry for ignoring you.”
“Ghosting me,” he corrected.
You nodded, allowing him that. “It’s not an excuse,” you said quietly. “But I was scared.”
William put his drink down, blinking at you in shock. Like that wasn’t what he expected you to say. “Scared?”
You nodded, a lump in your throat.
“Why?” he continued. “What did I do? Like… fuck. I don’t want to bother you or be creepy or unwanted or whatever, but I just want to know what I did, y/n.”
Sighing, you fiddled with your sunglasses, trying to find something to do with your hands. “I just… That day. With the smoothies.”
He nodded, thick arms crossed over his chest. He leaned back in his chair, taking you in with an obviously forced calm.
“Kappy thought we were like… together,” you said quietly.
Willy sighed. “And rather than talk it through with me, you decided to run?”
You put the sunglasses down, rubbing your temples as you nodded. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I freaked out. I- I liked what we had. You’re busy and I’m busy and what we had was good and it wasn’t stressful and there wasn’t any pressure and I was happy and then all of a sudden there was all this pressure.”
“And you weren’t happy,” William filled in, voice still hard.
“I was scared, William,” you shot back. “I was scared because there was suddenly too much pressure and expectations and it stopped feeling like just me and my best friend. There was all this subtext and just-”
“Pressure,” he finished.
You nodded sadly, swallowing around the lump in your throat.
“So you figured, you could just burn it all down, then, right? Just… screw it up ahead of time before it had a chance to get screwed up?”
“Listen,” you said, a little tired of being made to feel small. You already were angry at yourself for this. You already were sad about this. Him making it worse when you just needed to explain didn’t help. “I’m trying to explain. If you want to berate me afterwards, and make me feel shittier than I already do, go ahead, but let me finish first for fuck’s sake.”
Willy nodded. “Yeah. Sorry,” he said quietly, but the corner of his mouth twitched. Like he was going to smile.
“Is something funny?” You scowled at him, grabbing for your margarita.
He shook his head, running his fingers through his hair, then sighing. His smile was soft, fond. And it ate at your heart. “It’s just… that was you again. That was- I missed that.”
“Me yelling at you?” you raised an eyebrow.
Willy shrugged. “You just… getting all worked up about something. You’re always passionate about something and I just- I missed that…”
Your shoulders slumped. “I missed you.”
Your quiet admission seemed to stop him for a second, then he reached out and put his hand over yours. You were glad he didn’t question it, try and make you feel worse, like you didn’t miss him. Because you know you fucked up. And you know you missed him.
“Can we just-” you continued, flipping your hand over under his so you could link your fingers with his loosely. “Can we start over? Be like we were before?”
William looked at you, his eyes wide and earnest.
“No.”
You stilled, feeling your body tense up again, but he ran his thumb over the back of your hand once and you tried to relax into the familiar, and very much missed, feeling.
“No?” you repeated back, confused.
“No,” he said again. “I’m gonna… Ok, all cards on the table here, y/n. I wanted that. What Kappy thought? I wanted that. A lot. I still… uh… I still do.”
Your shoulders tensed and you could feel all those pressures start to sink you again, but he kept hold of your hand and squeezed, before continuing.
“I just… I know you said you don’t want the pressure, but why can’t we be in a relationship and still be us?” he asked simply. “Why can’t we do the same thing as before, just with a different name. We were good together, y/n. Like a team. You were happy and I was happy. Why would we change that? We just call it what it is. Because I don’t love you any less as friends than I do right now or if we were together. I still love you the same. I’m still the same me. If you weren’t the same you, I wouldn’t want this.”
You blinked a few seconds, and you could see exactly when the hope started to drain from his eyes.
“Please,” he said quietly “Did that make sense?”
Slowly, you nodded. You hadn’t thought of it like that before. You thought, dating, the title, meant that you’d have to put your school on a lower priority, that he’d be too busy with hockey. “We wouldn’t have to change?” you repeated. “Because I can’t- I have school and you have hockey and we’re both so busy and-”
“No change,” he assured you, squeezing your hand again. “Just you and me. I trust you. I hope you could trust me. I don’t need hours long conversations every night. I’m cool to just text you stupid memes and talk when we both have the time, around my hockey and your school.”
“And you wouldn’t… like… I don’t know… resent that, or whatever?” You were putting your insecurities right out there for him. You owed him that much. And what he was saying… if he meant it… well it didn’t sound like the worst idea.
His face went all soft and he gave you that smile that made his eyes go all crinkly in the corners and you felt a warmth settle through you. “The only thing I’d resent,” he said quietly. “Is if you felt like I forced you to put your life on hold. I knew your priorities going into this. I knew your schedule and all the shit going on in your life when I fell in love with you.”
Love. Wow. You were surprised at how easy that felt to hear. “I’m not-” you said quietly. “I don’t know if I’m ready to say that yet. But um… I want to. Eventually. And I… I’d like to try this.”
You did care for him. And you missed him. And you knew you’d be doing a fair bit of trying to make this up to him, but he was being a lot more understanding than you’d ever have expected from him. You weren’t sure you deserved that, but it meant a lot that he trusted you like this. That he wanted this despite what you’d done, how you’d treated him.
“I know I need to get better at um… at communicating. I might not be like… great at it… like immediately or whatever,” you continued. “But I’ll try. And I won’t shut you out again. But if I start to like… pull away, just… remind me?”
Willy was blinking at like you like you weren’t real and you were a little concerned, until he finally got up, stepping around to your side of the table and dropping into the chair next to you. He cradled your face in his hands and you leaned your forehead against his, just breathing in his air for a moment.
He still didn’t say anything.
“So… we’re uh… good? We’re doing this?” you asked, a nervous giggle escaping your lips.
“Yeah,” he croaked and you saw his grin, wide and bright. “We’re doing this.”
“Maybe this time tell Kappy to get some boundaries, maybe, though?” you teased, leaning forward just enough to brush your lips over his. It was electric and right and you realized how comfortable it was with him. You didn’t need to skew your ideas of what worked to be in a relationship with him. It worked just as it was.
“No promises,” he laughed against your lips.
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aftgficlibrary · 5 years
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May I be led in the direction of any sexting/Skype sex/etc andriel fics? Thank yall for all the work you do!!
Here’s a few!-Cassy
Heart Out by moonix (E | 27,797 | 7/7)
Andrew and Neil switching phones by accident brings them closer together than either of them anticipated.
Touch me, love me, leave me by BakaDoll (E | 43,043 | 1/1)
No one ever told Neil there was a second Minyard who was a soldier for the U.S. Army, and suddenly he was stuck with him in his dorm during Thanksgiving holidays.But sometimes first expressions can be wrong, and what Neil expected to be the worst week of his year might turn out completely different than anticipated
Breach the Barrier by Foxpaws10 (M | 1,533 | 1/1)
Andrew sends Neil a picture of his dick while Neil is in practice… Neil was not prepared
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klanceficatalogue · 7 months
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Do you have any more secret relationship fics? I'm a sucker for those :D <3
indeed <3 - k
Ain't No River Wide Enough (To Keep Me From Getting To You, Babe) by negativefouriq (2/2 | 4,032 | Mature)
Lance finishes rubbing the lotion into his legs and sets it back on the bedside table, leaning over the laptop screen to grab his hairbrush. He mutters a near-silent “Shit, sorry,” as he accidentally bumps the screen with his chest, catching the edge of his robe on the corner of the screen and loosening it. He adjusts the screen again, carefully grabbing his brush and moving back away so as not to hit it again. When he settles back onto the bed, he catches Keith’s eyes looking hastily back to his face, again. He shakes his head fondly as he untwists his towel from his hair and starts to brush through the damp curls. Poor Keith. Must be hard for him to do anything…fun, ahem, in shared barracks. Rip to him, honestly, because Lance does not have that problem. Say what you will about the castle, but at least he has his own room and a lock on his door. “You’re distracted today,” Lance comments, smirking slightly. He lets his robe slip down his shoulder, watching Keith’s eyes follow the movement. “Am not,” Keith protests. --- OR: Keith and Lance video chat. They both drive each other a little batty.
White light in your arms tonight by mustardlord (1/1 | 4,056 | Teen and Up)
Lance had been in the pod for one movement, and if the team noticed Keith spent his days next to Lance, they didn't mention it. He would stay on his side, often skipping meals and forgetting to take care of himself. He sometimes went to the training grounds when it was all too much. Keith set the training bots to a high difficulty and got his ass handed to him, but at least he didn't worry about anything other than fighting. or After a month secretly together, Lance suffers an accident and Keith doesn't know what to do with himself.
//violence //temporary character death
you're a dream to me by icedpink (1/1 | 6,107 | Teen and Up)
"Did you know you snore?" Keith asks, still laughing. The team finds out about Keith and Lance's relationship due to snoring, of all things.
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awanderingmuse-ficrec · 3 months
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Zutara “unexpected father-in-law” canon-compliant AU
Fandom: Avatar The Last Airbender
Author: @linnoya-writes
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Child Abuse Mention, Imprisonment
Word Count: 1,528
Characters: Zuko, Katara, Ozai
Tags: katara of the southern water tribe, prince zuko, fire lord zuko, avatar the last airbender, zutara fic, zutara ficlet, Zutara week 2023, Zuko, Fire lady Katara
Summary:
Katara doesn’t want to accept that Ozai and Zuko are the same blood. And it takes years…. decades… for Katara to finally come to terms with that hard truth, and she pays a visit to her now elderly father-in-law in his prison cell.  
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peterpatter-fic-rec · 3 years
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The Reckless Songbird by DaintyDuck_99
By @daintyduck99 | Rated T | 3,671 Words | 3/3 Chapters | Completed 3/31/21
Luke stomps about the garage, still soaking wet and completely naked. Soap lingers in his hair and flows all down his body, sometimes stopping to cling to the lines where his muscles meet, like his abs. He tears through his duffle bag, dumping the contents on the ground.
He’s mumbling the same words over and over, and a deduction finally makes its way out of Alex’s hormone-addled brain.
“Uhhh,” Alex starts intelligently, and Luke rounds on him with that feral gleam in his eye.
Or: Luke is inspired at the worst of times, and he almost sends Reggie and Alex into cardiac arrest more than once. To complicate matters more, the two of them are also developing feelings for each other. Bobby pushes just enough to help out.
Recommended by Anonymous:  This one is just too amazing!!!  It's hilarious how Luke drops everything whenever inspiration strikes (and honestly, same), and I love the gatsby references, and the whole thing is the perfect balance of funny and adorable and just sjjfkfk I love it okay.
Content Tags: Fluff, Fluff and Humor, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Bisexual Reggie Peters, Pansexual Luke Patterson, Pining, Mutual Pining, Sharing Clothes, Almost Kiss, References to Dirty Dancing (1987), Flirting, Friends to Lovers, Polyamory, The Great Gatsby References, Sunset Curve, Himbo Squad, Bobby Has the Braincell, Idiots in Love, Resolved Romantic Tension, Romantic Gestures, Boys Kissing, Making Out, Bad Puns, Getting Together, Sexual Tension
Read It Here On AO3
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wujificrec · 4 years
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feed the fire in my soul by ShootMeDead
M | Lan Zhan/Wei Ying | One-Shot: 3.6k | Notes: Canon divergence, secret relationship/marriage, getting together, fix-it fic, fluff, oblivious Wei Ying, intimacy
Link to AO3.
Summary:
“Maybe, Wei Wuxian muses, he shouldn't have brought up Lan ancestors and traditions as references.
But Lan Wangji, Wei Wuxian learns, flushes so prettily when he was annoyed, his voice trembles just the teeniest amount when he was passionate, his hands curls into fists as he exercised his vaunted self-control when Wei Wuxian was being particularly obnoxious. And Wei Wuxian wants.”
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Aka, the one where wangxian gets together in Cloud Recesses, and this changes everything.
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minsungcatalogue · 4 years
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Oh!! Or any summer minsung stories? :o
yesyesyes!!
Something About The Summer by BaileyBoo (1/1 | 4,049 | General)
For four years, Jisung and Minho have spent every summer together—but only the summer. They're from two completely different worlds, and their paths would never have crossed in the real world, in their real lives. And yet, they still spend every waking moment of those summer months with each other.
There's just something about the summer.
wonder under summer sky by pieii (1/1 | 2,017 | General)
Of all the ideas Jisung's ever had ... well. This one's not the worst.
(It's summer, and Jisung wants to go on a road trip. Minho's just along for the ride.)
candy apples and tidal waves by stellalunar (1/1 | 1,480 | General)
"hey, jisung?"
jisung opens his eyes slowly.
"yep," he breathes out, brushing a a tangle of bleached blonde hair out of his eyes.
"i think i like you."
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dracolia · 5 years
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Sunshine by @roroweasley
scorbus | 1k | mature
Scorbus have a lazy morning. A little birthday fluff (and eventual smut) for me!
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teenwolfficrec · 6 years
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New Flavour, Sweet Finish
by SylvieW (AO3)
Pairing: Derek Hale x Stiles Stilinski
Oneshot
Word count: 3k
Rating: Mature
Summary: Stiles’ Grandmother gives his number to a stranger at a coffee shop.
Read Here!
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