#angst with a happy endi

[frankcastlescumslut]

A House in Nebraska

pairing: frank castle x f!reader

word count: 3.8k

warnings: gore, violence, minor character death, amy bendix (lol), language, angst!!, eventual smut

summary: He was afraid of you. Afraid that you had made up your mind and had enough of him, that this was the final straw. But the worst thing, he decided, was the possibility that this, that he, was enough for you—that you would pledge your loyalty to a man like him. To a life like this.

a/n: hey! I’ve been sitting on this idea for months and finally ready to work on it :) this will definitely be a two-parter(maybe more), but I’m selfishly enjoying this little AU loosely following season 2!!!!

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comments/reblogs/likes are so appreciated, I love to hear your thoughts <3

“So… how did you guys meet?” “Stay still.” The strong stench of rubbing alcohol burned your nostrils as you leaned over, her foot tapping mindlessly beneath her crossed legs. “You didn’t answer my question.” “Amy,” you interrupted, her blue eyes baring right back into yours. “If you want me to paint your nails, sit still.” She huffed at that. You were used to it by now, never taking her attitude personally because being sixteen was hard enough, so you paid no mind. It was almost reminiscent, a painful familiarity with the way she embodied your sister, but you chose to forget the feeling like your life depended on it. In a way, it did.

Her nail disappeared beneath a glossy black polish, the surrounding skin also falling victim to an unsteady hand. She let out a sigh and continued to count the number of stripes on her socks.

“We met in Nebraska.” “Nebraska?” She sounded disgusted, and the small room filled with laughter. “What the hell is in Nebraska?” “Absolutely nothing.”

Ghosts. Distant memories. Everything was in Nebraska.

It’s where he found you, hiding as some housekeeper in a shitty motel. You were both running from things neither of you cared to talk about while sober, so you didn’t, but he kept looking for reasons to come back.

He blamed it on the esteemed breakfast, a vending machine honeybun, but you saw through him like he was an apparition haunting your strained heartstrings.

Come with me, he asked. Where to? You didn’t really care.

You were in too deep by the time you made it to Michigan—you both were, and yet neither one of you would admit it. There was something sacred about the secrecy and inability to label what you both knew was love, or something like that; it was too precious, and you avoided any chance at jinxing it.

“But you two are together, though, right?” Amy was obsessed with knowing everything. You think it’s her way of pretending that everything was fine. Fine.

“No.” “Oh.” She straightened a bit, and you didn’t miss the way her brows furrowed. “That disappoint you?” “A little.” “Good,” you smirked. “You’re too nosey.” “I call it a healthy amount of curious.” Her back hunched again, and she watched the way your eyebrows scrunched over her fingers. “You guys are shit at hiding it, anyway.” You chuckled at that, manually manipulating her hand to inspect your work. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” “Oh come on,” she says matter-of-factly. “You guys fuck.” “Amy!” You could feel your eyes bulging from their sockets. “I knew it!” She clapped her hands before jumping from the mattress. “You don’t know anything.” “Oh come on,” she searched your face, expecting to find any confirmation to her assumptions, instead finding your lack of eye contact disappointing. “Not even once?” “No,” you lied. “Happy?” “Not really.”

The mattress failed to hide the sound of her disappointment as she threw her body onto the spare bed. You allowed yourself to find amusement in her attitude long enough to sift through a dirty duffel bag, keeping your mind occupied with something other than Frank’s absence.

Gaining Amy meant losing Frank. Hour by hour, piece by piece, chunk of flesh by chunk of flesh. The waiting never grew easier, but you adjusted, just like you always do, ending up in motels that smelled like damp polyester and cigarettes.

“I’m starving,” she groaned, pulling you from your thoughts. “We’ll get something soon.” Your stomach gurgled in agreement.

Static crackled throughout the room, momentarily stunning you, before being replaced by a weather report.

High of 89 today with an 80 percent chance of rain, folks! Grab an umbrella and stay dry!

You laughed to yourself at that—stay dry—like you ever left those shitty rooms.

It was bittersweet with Amy. You missed the sun. You missed the late night diner runs. You missed waking up to forehead kisses and soft touches. You missed the easiness of it all, pretending to be two normal people that had two normal lives, and now you were confined to a room that reeked of nail polish and gunpowder. A prisoner and caretaker.

“What do you want for dinner?” you asked, attempting to lighten the mood. “Huh?” “Dinner,” you stated. “I’ll go when—“ A knock at the door ended your conversation. “Amy,” you locked eyes with her, “get in the closet.” Your voice dropped to a whisper as you pointed the gun towards the door. “No, it’s fine!“ She practically leapt from the cheap mattress. “Closet. Now.” Your arm aches almost as much as your stomach as Amy reaches for the door handle. She was so far away, it seemed, and your legs felt cemented to the floor. “I ordered food,” she smiled, opening the door to reveal a woman holding a box. “See?”

It felt like you were staring at one of your polaroids; Amy looked pleased, beaming at you with a sense of accomplishment that she got dinner. That she could do things. That she didn’t need your help—Frank’s help. Her smile was radiant, and for a moment, you almost felt sorry for her.

“You can keep the change,” Amy offered the woman a handful of cash before turning to you with that same naivety.

Stupid, stupid girl.

You knew it was coming, and yet your stomach still dropped when her smile faded and her eyes bulged from their sockets. Amy’s lips moved frantically, but you were too focused on the way the woman’s gun left imprints against her temple.

Stupid, stupid girl.

The woman looked satisfied, puffing out her broad chest while Amy tried to talk her way out of it. “Kid,” you commanded her attention, ignoring the way you could hear Frank’s voice in the back of your head. She stared back at you, tears welling in her eyes, and you hoped to God that she would understand what you meant as you meticulously cocked your head towards the closet.

The stranger wasn’t an idiot, and she shuffled backwards, somehow digging the gun further into Amy’s head. “If you try anything funny—“

Point. Shoot. Kill.

Amy flinched as warm blood decorated her cheeks like a crimson blush.

You wish you could embrace her and muster out a lie—that it’s all over, that everything is okay now, that things can go back to normal, but you can’t, so you pull her into the room. “Closet, now.”

She listened, for once, ducking her head and hurrying to the small space Frank had designated as hers. A part of you selfishly wished she had fought back against your order. Maybe then things would feel normal, and you could pretend that the brain matter surrounding the door frame was some maximalist’s creative direction. Maybe then you could imagine that the body below you was just a rolled up carpet that was being discarded because it was too much of an eyesore for the motel regulars.

You pretended, ignoring the corpse’s vacant gaze as you patted its body, shoving any remaining bits of your humanity down as you pocketed a wallet and fully loaded gun.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

It was one of the first lessons you had learned while on your own, and one that Frank never let you forget. He was right, unfortunately, and heavy footsteps reiterated the importance of the mantra as they approached your temporary home.

There weren’t many places for you to hide, but you made it work, you had to. The bathroom was small and smelled like mildew, but you couldn’t care about the dangers of black mold when you had a target on your back. The gun felt lighter in your hand this time, and your posture felt natural as you crouched against the bathroom wall.

Time didn’t exist in moments like this. The moments where the world sounded like warm, rushing blood and high pitched screeching. Moments where you become reduced to your primal state, clenching jaw and eyes blown wide as they study the mirrored motel room. Moments where you held your breath, watching and waiting in anticipation of who would barge into your temporary sanctuary, noting the constant footsteps..

The footsteps never stopped, not even as they stepped over the limp body and pooled blood. You foolishly hoped you would have been met with the familiar darkened gaze, that he would lift you by your shoulders and tell you that you did good, but the man that barged into the room was ruthless. Cold-blooded.

His gun was already drawn, spraying the mattresses and walls with bullets and fury, sending drywall crumbling and flaking onto your head and shoulders.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

You inhaled, not even considering it could be the last time your lungs expanded to its full capacity, before glancing in the mirror a final time.

You looked like a version of yourself you had buried long ago—a version that hadn’t emerged since you had left home. It was reminiscent of something you fought to avoid, but you couldn’t run this time, not as the pang of gunshots echoed throughout the motel room.

He moved quickly, and you wondered if he was trained on the same basis: shoot first, ask later. He wasn’t the first one you had encountered, trigger-happy and determined, and you knew they always ran out of bullets quicker than they should.

Your golden opportunity sounded like a few seconds of silence followed by a huff of air leaving your lips before you reached around the corner, catching the man off guard as you unleashed three rounds towards his rigid frame.

“God damnit!” he shouted as a bullet ripped through the meat of his thigh.

His eyes were black, rolling into the sockets like a blood hungry shark, and you genuinely thought his teeth would crumble under the pressure of his clenched jaw.

The bathroom was no solace; you were cornered, backed into a cage like an animal waiting for its turn to be brought to the slaughterhouse. Surrendering wasn’t an option. It didn’t exist for people like the one hunting you—for people like Frank.

The thought of Frank coming back to your makeshift home, littered with blood and bodies, made your stomach churn. It meant you failed, that you weren’t capable of keeping up with him, and it was embarrassing. You failed him; you failed Amy, and you failed yourself once again, though that mattered little anymore.

Your golden moment was quickly interrupted by the sound of grunting and a continuous stream of popping inching towards your hiding place. The wall exploded and ceramic tile flew towards your face before you realized what was happening, and you instinctively receded towards the small spot between the toilet and cabinet.

“Come on out, honey,” he called. “Can’t hide forever!”

You could tell he was hovering outside the remnants of the doorframe, probably waiting for you to crawl out so he could pretend to be merciful by putting a bullet in your head, but his labored breathing told you everything he wasn’t. Your guess was a severed artery, and although he should be down by now, you learned to never underestimate a man with nothing left to lose and steadied your gun on the edge of the counter.

“Just tell me where the girl is and we can figure this out like adults!” “Like adults?” You called out, scanning the bathroom for anything that could help your situation. “Sure,” he huffed out. “We can play house after this. What do you say?”

The toe of his boot peeked around the corner, and your body moved before your mind could catch up.

The man let out a guttural scream and folded in half, instinctively grabbing his bleeding foot. You wasted no time yanking the cheap plastic shower curtain from its holdings before leaping towards the assailant.

He looked like a beached shark, thrashing beneath the fogging curtain, but felt more like a mechanical bull as you held onto him with your thighs, tightening your grip around the curtain.

It happened quickly. So quickly that you hadn’t registered the throbbing pain in the base of your skull as you crashed into the already crumbling drywall. You weren’t sure how he stood, how he gained enough momentum to fling you off of him, but your mind and body remained disconnected as he towered over you.

“I’m gonna ask you one more time,” the man coughed, failing to cover his mouth. “Where’s the girl?”

This wasn’t supposed to be the end. This was humiliating, and yet there you were, blinking away stars and choking on dust. You attempted to sit up straight, regaining your dignity, before your knuckles hit the familiar carbon steel.

There was only one shot, and you prayed Amy had made it out and ran as far away from you as she could—this wasn’t a place for young girls, yet you felt small enough in that moment. This wasn’t the way things were supposed to be.

Point. Shoot. Kill.

He fell with a great thud, nearly landing on top of you. His mouth and eyes were still open, completely unsuspecting of his demise, and you were hypnotized by the crimson dripping from the bullet-sized hole in his forehead.

It was seamless, and you think Frank would have been proud had he walked in through the blown out door, but he doesn’t. Nobody was coming.

“He talked too much.” Her voice startled you, and you instinctively reached for the gun. “Whoa,” she warned, “it’s okay, it’s just me.” She showed her palms, emerging fully from the small closet.

“Amy,” you whispered, afraid that she was just an apparition.

“You okay?” She knew it was a stupid question the second it left her mouth, but she asked anyway—she at least meant it.

“Fine,” you huffed, pushing yourself to your feet. “We have to leave.”

“Leave? What about Frank?”

You had already limped across the room, adding the new guns and wallets to the duffel bag, and didn’t need to see the confusion on her face to know she was skeptical of your plan. “He’ll find us,” you tried to believe yourself, but you knew he would understand.

You’d had this conversation before; if anything were to happen to him, you and Amy were to find a Madani somewhere in New York. It was a 10 hour drive, but you were confident you could make it in six if you left now.

The room felt smaller with two bodies and crumbled drywall littering the floor. You could ignore the claustrophobic feel, but Amy stood frozen in place, studying the tread marked puddle of blood beneath her feet.

“Hey,” you started, “look at me. Look at me, Amy.”

She was pale, her eyes sunken into their sockets. It was impossible to make sense of how she looked so young, yet so hardened at that moment, but there wasn’t enough time to wonder. “Amy, we have to go, okay?” Her cheeks were soft beneath your palms. You tried to pull her from her trance, begging her to come back to the shitty motel room of death, but she stayed tucked away in the safest corner of her mind.

“You’re bleeding,” she muttered. “What?” “Bleeding. You’re bleeding.”

Her eyes led a trail to the soft curve of your waist. Your shirt stuck to your skin with an uncomfortable warmth, and you pretended it didn’t ache when you placed a few fingers over the gash.

You wanted to laugh at the irony, deluding yourself with a false sense of accomplishment. It was always too good to be true, and you were reminded of the cruel fact that things could always be worse as the sound of heavy footsteps pulled you from the pain. Amy ran towards the familiar hiding spot without being told, and your heart broke into smaller pieces.

It was getting old, the pointing and shooting and killing. It was getting old, and you were tired of calling the shots—you were tired of waiting for Frank to come back.

Fuck him. Fuck him for leaving you. Fuck him for leaving Amy. Fuck him for making you add two more heads to your roster.

Your arm ached as you leveled the gun, and you let out a sharp cry as your skin pulled in separate directions, the cotton of your shirt peeling from the wet wound. It was a matter of seconds before you would claim your next victim, but all you felt was the burning rage towards the man that left you in this position. It was automatic at this point; all you saw was a threat, so you acted, unloading rounds until all that remained was a busted door frame and tear stains against your grimy cheeks.

“Shit,” he whispered, not even acknowledging the body that he stepped over. “No no no, what happened?” He strung a hand behind your neck, forcing you to watch the way his eyes scanned your face. He meant well, you think, but you couldn’t look at him, especially as he thumbed through the tears that escaped your waterline. “Where’s the kid?”

God damn him. “Closet,” you choked out.

He was gone as quickly as he came, and your knees took the brute of the fall with a thud, masking the sound of the closet doors falling as Frank ripped them from the hinges. The stars in your eyes glistened, your peripheral shrinking, and you weren’t even sure if he was real. If he had actually come back, if he had actually left you on the floor, face to face with your bloody work.

“You okay, kid?” He crouched to her level, but she quickly uncurled herself, practically jumping from the small space to push past Frank and joined you on the damp carpet. “Are you okay?” she asked, her brows furrowing as she studied your face. “I’m fine," you whispered, bracing yourself against the mattress to hoist yourself to your feet. Frank hovered, like he usually did, unsure of his place between the two of you. His anger was palpable, and you made yourself as small as possible, limping towards the disheveled duffle bags. He watched you, noting the way you winced with each step. It killed him, knowing that his shit would eventually catch up to you, too, but he gulped it down, turning his attention towards Amy.

“I’m sorry,” Frank started, grabbing Amy’s shoulders before bending to her level. “I’m sorry this happened. I shouldn’t have left.” “I’m fine,” she mumbled. “Seriously. It could’ve been worse.” “Yeah, you coulda been killed. I shouldn’t have left you alone.” He regrets it as soon as it leaves his mouth.

Alone. The bile rose from your stomach and burned the lining of your throat at the indirect insult.

“I wasn’t alone,” Amy snapped at Frank before sinking into the mattress. “Look, this is all my fault. I was the one that ordered food, she didn’t know.” It was humiliating having Amy come to your defense like that, even though she was right. Frank’s stare burned, and your feet involuntarily took you to the destroyed bathroom to escape his attention. “What?” He spat. “I mean, really. I probably would have died but she handled them.” She crossed her arms against her chest. “It was actually kinda cool.” “There’s nothin’ cool about this,” Frank hissed. “C’est la vie, I guess.” “C’mon,” he ordered. “Pack up.” “Everything’s already ready.” She motioned towards the perfectly lined duffle bags that you had assembled.

He didn’t have much to say. He was almost relieved at the fact that you were ready to leave him. You could make it on your own, he knew that much. You were strong enough, but a part of him wished you didn’t have to be—that you didn’t have to deal with his shit.

Amy watched as he shifted his weight outside the bathroom door, his fingers flexing and clenching in anticipation.

His heart broke as he caught a glimpse of your reflection in the busted mirror, your head hanging low as you sat on the edge of the bathtub.

He was afraid of you. Afraid that you had made up your mind and had enough of him, that this was the final straw. But the worst thing, he decided, was the possibility that this, that he, was enough for you—that you would pledge your loyalty to a man like him. To a life like this.

“Time to go,” he finally knocked against the remaining wall. You were quick to listen, pretending that you hadn’t been crying, and you pushed past him. The carpet squelched beneath your stride, and you ignored it long enough to pull Amy into your chest, focusing on the sweet smell of her shampoo. She stayed there for what seemed like forever until she became cognizant of her flickering facade. “You okay?” you whispered, nodding your head as if you could somehow convince her she was. She followed suit, swallowing down any trace of emotion that threatened to spill over, but her eyes betrayed her. Frank had seen enough.

It was too much—too much of a reminder that he had failed again, that his perpetual failings would always result in the loss of a life. Your commitment to Amy’s safety was evident; it was a continuation of what you couldn’t give your sister, and he was ashamed that he brought you back to the place where he met you. “Let’s go,” he cleared his throat. You listened, as you always do, breaking your moment of respite with Amy to shove two heavy duffle bugs over your shoulder, not caring to look behind you as you head towards a bulky van. Amy watched you disappear, shuffling her feet in frustration. “You really should take it easy on her.” Frank said nothing, instead sifting through the empty pockets of corpses. “Hey,” she kicked the limp hand, forcing Frank to stop his search. “I mean it. Lighten up.” “You done?” He stood, completely towering over Amy. His jaw clenched against his will, yet she held his gaze. “Be nice.”

“Time to go.” He didn’t wait for her, so she watched her footing as she tiptoed over the broken bodies.

She lingered in the doorframe, committing the bloodbath to memory. It was fucked that she had to—that the motel room reeked of blood and guts instead nail polish remover and pizza. But that’s how these things went, and you watched from the safety of the van as she slammed the door shut on that dirty fucking room.

You pretended that her clumpy mascara was still intact as she climbed in the van's backseat. She pretended you didn’t jump at the sound of Frank slamming his door closed as he slid into his seat. He pretended that this wasn’t his karmic debt catching up to him.

A caravan of fucking liars.

“Where are we going?” Amy broke the uncomfortable silence, and you held your breath. “New York,” he said with a sigh.

New York, a Madani, and a caravan of liars.

There was a poetic moment of silence and anticipation, and then the engine roared to life.

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[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Hi! Me again jsjs, for the next ITMF I need fics where people realize how young WWX still is, like not about how young MXY's body is (but if you have of those even better 'cause I love that idea too) but that he wasn't older than 21/22 when he died and for him he's still barely out of adolescence (considering the last of it he spent fighting instead of properly growing out of it). Bonus points if they realize he's closer in age to the juniors than his brother, his husband or the rest of his generation @jiangclaritybell

Help, My Dad Is Fucking Someone My Age!! by sweetlolixo (T, 3k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Humor, Crack, Fluff, Romance)

The Price of Old Wishes by SoManyJacks (E, 67k, WangXian, Minor canon divergence, Angst, POV LWJ, Depression, Suicidal Thoughts, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, semi-verbal!LWJ, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, Implied/Referenced Suicide) (link in #11) has a scene where lwy thinking about how young wwx died when he's talking to a young girl.

All Technicalities by DummyDipl0d0cus (M, 4k, JC & WWX, WangXian, Rated M Just To Be Safe, Overprotective JC, Post-Canon)

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2. Hello beloved mods. I'm in the mood for fics where Lan Sizhui, as the eligible bachelor and Best Boy he is, starts receiving marriage requests, while Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian are very Parental about it.

A Civil Combpaign Series by Ariaste (T/M, 31k, ZhuiLing, WangXian, Arranged Marriage, the difficulty of arranging your own marriage, overly subtle courting or overly oblivious courtee?, awkward teenagers, Teenage Drama, Humor,companion fic, WWX POV, Feelings, Fluff, WangXian's Weird Flirting)

Lan Sizhui's Got a Crush! by Theladyofravenclaw (T, 46k, LSZ/OFC, Junior Quartet, Humor, Fluff and Crack, Case Fic, Gūsū Lán Juniors Dynamics, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Body Horror, Mild Gore, Post-Canon) is more about lsz and his friends but there is a whole chapter of wangxian trying to give relationship advice

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3. I'm itmf some evil jgy fics who gets what he deserves no redemption arc and obv wangxian get their happy ending but way less trauma jc friendly pls :)

i would like to suggest the 'bad person meng yao' and 'meng yao bashing' tags for some (sadly not all) fics that fit the prompt.

The Fire Lapping Up the Creek by notevenyou (E, 66k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Canon-Typical Violence, Injury, Injury Recovery, Blood, Respiratory Illness, Major Illness, Fever, Grief/Mourning, Burial Mounds, Angst with a Happy Ending, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Hunger and food scarcity, Surgery, Fix-It of Sorts)

To Mourn the Young Man by Iamnotawriter (T, 56k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Canon-Typical Violence, BAMF WWX, Most people live, but not the bad guys, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Hurt/Comfort, Golden Core Reveal)

Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm for Lisa_Telramor ( T, 50k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mystery, Smart NHS, WWX doesn't stay dead, LWJ gets a new friend, Happy Ending, Fix-It, To be clear the WangXian is mostly background, This fic is about friendship) (link in #4) kinda fits?

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4. Hiii!! I'm itmf nhs centric fics I would like it if they are fix it/time travel fix it/fix it of sorts type of fics thank you!!

💖 The Path by Seastar98 (Not rated, 279k, wangxian, JC/WQ, JYL/JZX, fix-it of sorts, CQL verse, golden core reveal, angst w/ happy ending, BAMF NHS)

Friends, Sabers, and Other Essentials for Solving a Conspiracy by MeridianGrimm for Lisa_Telramor ( T, 50k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Mystery, Smart NHS, WWX doesn't stay dead, LWJ gets a new friend, Happy Ending, Fix-It, To be clear the WangXian is mostly background, This fic is about friendship)

This Time Around by KouriArashi (T, 83k, JGY & NHS, NHS & WWX, JGY & WWX, Time Travel Fix-It, Kid Fic, Families of Choice, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Politics, Class Issues, Past Child Abuse, Moral Ambiguity, Everybody Lives, Eventual Happy Ending)

Third Sun by PhantomWriter (T, 57k, NHS & NMJ, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Fake Marriage, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Crack Treated Seriously, BAMF NHS, Protective NHS, Protective NMJ, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, LWJ is a Wēn)

Unexpected Salvation series by clipper782 (M, 162k, NHS/JGY, time travel fix-it of sorts, past incest, murder, psychology, love/hate, friends to enemies to friends to lovers, crack treated seriously, demonic cultivator NHS)

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5. itmf Wei Wuxian being unused to Mo Xuanyu's body: he stumbles, is shorter than he is used to, isn't used to his strength, etc. Bonus points if there is angst where WWX has panic attacks or disgust about being in someone else's skin. Thank you!

the soft animal by cafecliche (T, 5k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, [PODFIC] the soft animal by flamingwell)

your own heart beating by varnes (G, 1k, wangxian, body dysphoria)

mine? by Anonymous (Not rated, <1k, wangxian, body dysphoria, post-canon)

If only we could never think nor feel by Alianita (M, 1k, wangxian, slight angst, body dysphoria, feels)

unsettled by cryptenhope (G, 1k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, body dysphoria, hurt/comfort)

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6. hello! do you know of any 'The Wife is First' AUs for wangxian?? that would be lovely!

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7. Hey! Are there any lwj/wwx/mianmian smut fics? I'm looking for one that i came across but i can't remember any details about it.

Time by WithBroomBefore (M, 30k, WangXianMian, Time Travel, Fix-It, Canonical Character Death - WWX, WWX Lives, JYL Lives, Polyamory, Ghost WWX, for a little bit, Grief/Mourning, Eventual Happy Ending, Trans LWJ, bisexual LWJ, Bisexual WWX, POV Multiple, Memory Loss, Minor Character Death)

winged cupid painted blind by isabilightwood (E, 6k, WangXian, XianMian, Modern AU, and they were ROOMMATES, wwx & lqy are strickly friends with benefits, and lwj & lqy don’t do anything with each other, endgame wangxian, background endgame qingmian, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Accidental Voyeurism, Explicit Consent, Threesome, Fingering, Blow Jobs, Rimming, Getting Together, Light Angst, Fluff, Bottom LWJ)

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8. this is pretty specific but i'm itmf fics that in some way have creative variety in wwx's demonic cultivation powers! i see a lot of standard control-fierce-corpses-and-ghosts type of stuff in fics, but i recently reread the books and there's a moment where wwx gets a skeleton to crawl out of the ground and whisper to him that the juniors were kidnapped (without even using chenqing i think?), and (inspired by that) i'd love to read something where the author just goes ham with the interesting alternative techniques lol.

can be a focus of the fic or just a one-off mention, anything goes! preferably no character bashing or hard nsfw. thank you!

Ad Oblivione by Baph, HikariNoHimeWriter (M, 70k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Temporary Character Death, POV Multiple, Hurt/Comfort, Grief/Mourning, Identity Reveal, Golden Core Reveal, Cultivation World Critical, Not JC Friendly, Abusive YZY, Angst with a Happy Ending) along with having a ghost companion, there's also a brief scene where WWX is spotted asking directions from a skeleton's hand that came up from the ground.

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 48k, WangXian, Case Fic, Fluff and Smut, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Canon Compliant, WangXian as teacher(s), WangXian as musicians, Spell-weaving) remember the Power Stunt WWX used in the Yueyang Chang graveyard, where he dramatically punched the ground to dynamite-fish for corpses? vulnerable_bead does: “The boys felt the earth under their feet vibrate slightly, painfully, as if some telluric current had radiated from him, sending a message all the way to the bedrock that a man stronger than the mountains had arrived and he would brook no resistance.“

Re #8 note that The envy of the world does contain hard NSFW sex scenes, although not graphic violence.

the field meets the wood by astronicht (T, 7k, WangXian, BAMF WWX, slight whump, Ritualistic Self Harm, Canon Era, Tang Dynasty style, Blood Loss, Blood and Injury, salt economics, Post-Canon, [Podfic] the field meets the wood by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona), [podfic] the field meets the wood by jellyfishfire) (link in #14) WWX works a *lot* of inventive, sustained, and gruesomely detailed blood magic, including long-distance life support and a chilling application of Painted Eyes—and then there’s the climax, wherein he invokes the terrifying power of Higher Mathematics.

blossoms at the roadside by bleuett (T, 13k, wangxian, alternate universe, different first meeting, getting together, tenderness, gardens & gardening, happy ending, hand feeding) Wei ying uses resentful energy to heal plants 💚

all the bonds of nature by luckymarrow (E, 68k, wangxian, MXY & WWX, LWJ & MXY & WWX, modern w/ magic, romantic comedy, roommates to lovers, pining, necromancy, ethical necromancer WWX, music teacher LWJ, fluff & smut, ghosts, urban fantasy, light angst, kink negotiation, praise kink, BDSM, developing relationship, dom LWJ) Wei ying is an ethical necromancer using resentful energy from dead  animals and also putting them to rest.

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9. Hi I love your blog and hope you might help me with finding fic we’re Lan Zhan is the dead one . It can be cannon or non cannon or morden Au just were Wei Ying is the one who has to grieve and care for Lan Yuan . @cfox86

Over the Rotted Bridge by vailkagami (T, 314k, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, LWJ dies, Wei Wuxian doesn't die, neither do (most of) the wens, JYL also lives, Original Character(s), outside pov, YLLZ WWX, Canon Divergence, CQL Verse, Illustrated, Grief/Mourning, Non-Consensual Resurrection, mute LWJ, Hurt LWJ, Slow Burn, canonical death of a child (mentioned), Survivor Guilt, PTSD) is very good I highly recommend it

Turnabout and Start Again by runningondreams (T, 34k, WIP, WangXian, Temporary Character Death, Role Reversal, Soulmates, Canon Divergence, Blood and Injury, SuicideI, mprisonment, Violence, Minor Character Death, Mild Gore, Pining, Identity Issues, Getting Together, Happy Ending) I recommend "Turnabout and Start Again" by runningondreams on ao3. unfortunately it hasn't updated since 2020 so I understand if you don't actually recc it. but the 11 chapters is does have are really good!

the passing of seasons by tennssi (G, 12k, WangXian, Character Study, Canon Divergence, Family, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Moving On, Eventual Happy Ending)

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10. Hi! It's me again haha -//- Do you have any recs for long xiyao with a happy ending? I've been reading the top kudos ones on ao3 and consulting Google, but so far not much luck (┬┬﹏┬┬) @thepurplewombat

The Halo You're Wearing, It's Not Yours To Keep by poemwithnorhyme (E, 54k, XiYao, JGY/WX, JGY/WRH, Forced Prostitution, Hurt/Comfort)

An Atypical Courtship by KouriArashi (M, 48k, XiYao, WangXian, Romance, Slow Build, Developing Relationship, Prostitution, Class Issues, Light Angst, Political Shenanigans, Asexual Relationship, Asexual LXC, Canon Divergence, Happy Ending, Sharing a Bed)

Last of Our Kind by Shiome (E, 103k, XiYao, Post-Canon Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Temporary Amnesia, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Identity Issues, Case Fic, Angst with a Happy Ending, POV Third Person, Pining, Sexual Content, Japanese Mythology & Folklore, Power Bottom MY, Action & Romance)

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11. hello :) thank you for everything you're doing !! for your next im in the mood, i wanted to ask if you know of any canon compliant fic that follows lan wangjis pov throughout all (or even part) of mdzs/cql. thank you so much x

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

The Hospitality of the Qishan Wen by treemaidengeek (T, 14k, WIP, WangXian, Canon Compliant, POV LWJ, Traumatized LWJ, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, WWX is a chaos gremlin, LWJ Has Feelings, Hurt LWJ)

well-met by warlight by wukuiyuxin (Not rated, 2k, wangxian, WIP, Old English Style Poetry, Epic Poetry, [Podfic] well-met by warlight by Cathalinareads (Cathalinaheart), Tumblr gifset) Lan Wangji’s account of meeting, loving, losing, and mourning Wei Ying and raising A-Yuan—in mock-Norse epic verse / see also #11 on this post.

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12. I need fics in wich Harry Potter somehow ends up in mdzs and with one Character there. Until now Ive only read one with Harry x Sizhui and that one wasn’t updated in a while. Thanks in advance

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13. I‘m in the mood for canon era fics where WangXian are living out some BDSM/BDSM adjacent kinks. Bonus points if there are no lengthy contract discussions or constant asking for safewords. Aftercare highly appreciated.

mercy, tear it down. by orange_crushed (E, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Dual Cultivation, Light BDSM, In Which Wangxian Fumble Towards An Understanding of D/S Dynamics, Porn with Feelings, Recovery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Wangxian-Typical CNC Play, Aftercare, Slight Feminization (ie Wei Ying Keeps Saying 'Wife'), True Love, Past LWJ/Other)

old wounds by BloodRedCarnation (E, 23k, LWJ/MXY/WWX, wangxian, PWP, kink negotiation, age difference, powerdynamics, threesome, established wangxian, both top & bottom sub&dom LWJ, post-canon, fix-it of sorts)

at your feet by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 2k, wangxian, post-canon, sub LWJ, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, hairpulling)

the mortifying ordeal of being loved by attackofthezee (noxlunate) (T, 1k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, birthday fluff, praise kink, dom/sub undertones)

Closer than my hands have been by Spodumene (E, 5k, wangxian, post-canon, established relationship, rough sex, dom/sub undertones, consensual non-con, hairpulling, facefucking, bondage, spanking, cock slapping, jealousy, top drop)

i'll be your warmth here by mistergoblin (E, 1k, wangxian, canon divergence, PWP, dom/sub elements, sub & bottom LWJ, orgasm delay/denial, bondage, spanking, happy ending)

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14. IITMF: Post-canon case fics my beloved 🥺

love lies beyond words by acrosticacrumpet (G, 4k, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Whump, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Yunmeng Shuangjie Reconciliation, not a completed reconciliation but the beginning of one, Twin Prides of Yúnmèng Feels, Self-Worth Issues, painful conversations with a tasteful smidgeon of, Cuddling & Snuggling)

just as the stories say by TheDameJudiWench (T, 11k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Medical Procedures, some gore, brief mention of a farm animal dying, Yunmeng brothers feelings, Family Dynamics, Attempted Murder, Injury Recovery, Self-Harm, Suicidal Thoughts, Established Relationship, brief mention of vomiting, Happy Ending, Found Family, POV Outsider, Guilt, Revenge, Mention of Suicide (not main character), Grief/Mourning, Forgiveness, Whump, Near Death Experiences)

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

in your skin by darkredloveknot (enheduane) (E, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Pre-Relationship, Getting Together, Horror, Body Horror, Blood and Gore, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Love Confessions, Non-Consensual Body Modification, kinda?, ?Reflections over death and self-worth, mentions of canon suicide, Near Death Experiences, [Podfic] in your skin by flamingwell)

shadows in the sun rise by Yuu_chi (E, 24k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Night hunts, Curses, Intimacy, Light Angst with a Happy Ending, shadows in the sunrise: podfic by victorianotte)

JC and WWX's Get Along Sweater series by newamsterdam (T, 29k, JC & WWX, bg wangxian, post-canon, trapped in a closet, cultivation as a plot device, JC & WWX reconciliation, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, panic attacks, emotional tension, ghosts, action/adventure, brotherly love, complicated relationships)

🧡 climbing up that coastal shelf by Sour_Idealist (T, 15k, JC & WWX & JL, Post-Canon, Mutually Unrequited Forgiveness, Yunmeng Brothers Reconciliation, Family History, Generational Trauma, Discussion of Canonical Abuse, Awkward Attempts at Communication, [Podfic] climbing up that coastal shelf by RevolutionaryJo)

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, ...then sexual intimacy, [Podfic] build me no shrines by flamingwell)

With Absolute Splendor by Lise (T, 43k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Wedding planning, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Complicated Relationships, Angst with a happy ending, [Podfic] With Absolute Splendor by kisahawklin, [PODFIC] With Absolute Splendor by Gwogobo)

some good mistakes by Lise (T, 18k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Road trips, rescue Missions, Hurt/Comfort, Awkward Conversations, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, [Podfic] some good mistakes by kisahawklin)

the soft animal by cafecliche (T, 5k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, [PODFIC] the soft animal by flamingwell) (link in #5)

grow by cafecliche (T, 14k, WangXian, Age Regression/De-Aging, Character Study, Post-Canon, [Podfic] Grow by jellyfishfire)

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy, Wearing Down Every Bone [Podfic] by Rionaa)

The envy of the world by vulnerable_bead (E, 48k, WangXian, Case Fic, Fluff and Smut, Post-Canon, Established Relationship, Canon Compliant, WangXian as teacher(s), WangXian as musicians, Spell-weaving) (link in #8) LWJ and WWX supervise LSZ, LJY, and OC Lan Juniors on a village investigation; poetic fairytale prose; a casefic of unfurling complexity with an intelligent, subtle, and tragic antagonist; mysterious uncharted musical magic; a climactic confrontation that deserves to be animated. And then there’s the famous Windowsill Papapa Scene.

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15. itmf canon compliant/divergent (not modern) politic heavy fics? Court life, politics and diplomacy, secrets and plot twists as people wait to play their hand, etc.

Between the Candle and the Sun by Legume_Shadow (T, 304k, ZhuiYi, WangXian, LingZhen, XiCheng, XuanLi, Angst, Friendship, Slow Burn, Falling In Love, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, MM is a Badass, WN is a Badass, Protective WQ, Most people live, Ensemble Cast, Action/Adventure) is a Royal AU more focused on plot, including politics, but is primarily a junior-pairings fic (with secondary Wangxian)

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16. In the mood for fics where wangxian adopt another kid(s) post-canon

❤️ Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste for williedustice (T, 36k, WangXian, JC & WWX, Post-Canon, Yunmeng Bros Reconciliation, Adoption, Family Fluff, Kid fic, Family drama, Fluff, [PODFIC] Attempting the Impossible by Ariaste by lunatique)

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17. Fics where WWX is actually respected; as a scholar/genius/cultivator. @utxqia

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 528k, WangXian, WIP, Fix-it of sorts, Talisman master WWX, Not JFM Friendly, Study Arc, Getting together, Fluff and Angst, Engagement)

Story-Shaped by lingering_song (T, 13k, WangXian, NHS & WWX, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Inventor WWX, Found Family, Mentioned Character Death, Alcohol, Protective NHS, WangXian Endgame, Not JC Friendly, Not particularly gentry sects friendly overall tbh)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

[seblainepolls]

Do you think Blaine and Sebastian started talking again at any point?

The winning answer was "yes" with 41.9% closely followed by "they both wanted to reach out, but didn't" with 30.2%.

And here are some of my favorite responses in the tags and comments from @whatdiditellyouflawless @endiness @calsvoid

I love the angst of this and imagining the fight that would have had, and I love any reason to imagine a Sebtana friendship.

I've had this image in my head for a while now based on Is It Over Now? and the line "At least I had the decency To keep my nights out of sight Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs". And it's of Sebastian keeping all of his various relationships under wraps, keeping them as out of sight of Blaine as he possibly can out of respect, but when Blaine gets married and his Facebook relationship status changes, or other Warblers at the wedding start sharing photos, Sebastian gets irrationally upset about it. Like, I kept every hookup, every boyfriend, out of sight because I didn't want to hurt you, but you can't have the same respect? And he knows it's irrational, he knows it's not the same, but he can't understand why it hurts so much to see Blaine marrying someone who isn't him.

Sebastian not feeling like he has the right and Blaine not wanting to let himself feel the happiness with Sebastian (lest he realize he's not actually happy in his current relationship) feels so spot on, I'm obsessed with that. And the idea of Blaine reuniting with some of the Warblers and getting pulled into a group chat with Sebastian fills me with such excitement. How do they react? Do they just kind of ignore each other in the chat for a while, never responding directly to what the other says? Does it start with Blaine not talking to him out of respect to Kurt but then when Sebastian does the same he starts to wonder if Sebastian hates him now? Does he reach out to see what's wrong and how he can fix it? Or does he just wallow in the feeling of someone he once thought of as a friend, maybe even his best friend, not even wanting to acknowledge his existence?

The strain of pretending it's just friendship getting to them again and again and again and pulling them apart, but the undeniable connection they have to each other always bringing them back together every time, just *chef's kiss*.

#sebastian smythe #blaine anderson #seblaine #poll recaps

[tiny012]

You have Usagi and Mamo taking hits for each other while An and the Tree wildin out

You have Usagi begging for Mamo to get his memories back while crying.

You found out Lawrence of Arabia cosplay is Mamo subconscious still want to protect Usagi which returns back to Mamo.

Mamo finally after 13 episodes get his memory back and knows Usagi is moon and everything that comes with it.

Usagi and Mamo hugs which is the beginning of them dating.

All of this shit they went through for 13 episodes ( might add episodes in season one where he was Evil Endy) only to have an episode and half of being together and in peace ( not really since Chibiusa about to show up and ruin their first date) before being broke up for 16 episodes???

Because yall just have to have Mamo have a dream about Usagi dying on their wedding day while a booming voice tells him to stay away from her?

What was the point of even getting them together if yall was going to break them up and Episode and a half later??

Like why??

Have they been though enough angst from Episodes 34 to 59 ( 25 fucking Episodes) to warrant some happiness??

I can imagine Naoko watching this season.

She already created enough drama in that arc where

Eeach Senshi was getting kidnapped by the Black Moon clan as they fight and killed an A sister

Chibiusa doesn't give them a lick of information to them.

Usagi is actively being jealous of Chibiusa because how protective Mamo of her and the fact Chibiusa being clingy to him. Since their relationship is still brand new.

Also the fact she losing her senshi one by one while Chibiusa is being quite.

That's drama in itself.

I remember when I read this arc in the manga for the first time waiting for them to eventually break up and being so surprised and fucking happy that they didn't.

[heraldofcrow]

11, 18, 20, 37 for Bloody Crow :>

Someone’s curious 😈

Always happy to ramble about the beloved, of course <3

11. How did you “fall in love” with this character?

He kicked my ass dozens of times and I was smitten lol.

Okay, but in all seriousness, I was really impressed with how strong he was compared to so many other characters, he looked unique, and he was a total mystery. Naturally, I was hooked. Then I found the Bloody Crow cinematic series on YouTube and @endys’s incredible art at the same time. The ideas for who Crow was and his story hit a very specific chord with me, particularly the stuff with Eileen being like his adoptive mother. I’m soft for mother-son tragedy ;-;

After that, it was over. Crow was my beloved evil blorbo.

18. Do you prefer to see this character suffer or know peace? Angst or comfort? Both?

I guess I mostly go for the suffering/angst route as usual, but I love comfort when Eileen is involved. Yeah, Crow is gonna have a tragic downfall if I have anything to say about it, and it’ll be brutal, but I like bits of warmth in between with Eileen <3

20. Do you feel affectionate towards this character?

Oh hell yeah. Every time I draw him lol. I just wanna hug and ruffle his hair and squish and roll up in a blanket. (Wdym he is a murderer??).

37. Is your love for this character a secret from people you know in real life?

Ha, well the depth of it, yes. But some of my close family members know I am a sucker for vampire katana edgelords, so they have heard me talk about “Bloody Crow from Bloodborne” before and know I like him lol.

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Thanks Jara <333

Favorite Character Asks

#bloody crow of cainhurst #bloodborne #asks #ask game #mutuals

[amywritesthings]

                          MEET ME ON THE OTHER SIDE

                 A STRANGER THINGS SEASON 4, VOL. 2 FIX-IT

Summary: The Hawkins crew only has eight people in their three-tier plan to take down Vecna. Eddie makes a Hail Mary of a phone call to even the odds.

NOTE - SPOILERS FOR S04 VOL2 AHEAD! ( gif credit @ endiness)

Pairing: Eddie Munson x F!Reader Rating: Explicit ( 18+ only / smut in final part ) Word Count: 10K Tags: Vol 2 Fix-It, Language, Angst (with a Happy Ending), Resolved Tension, Yearning, Peril, The Upside Down, Desperate-To-Kiss!Eddie, Graphic Violence, Demobat attacks, Confessions of Feelings, Eddie is still the Hero, But YOU save the day, Smut in part three

                                      (  Visit the story on AO3. )

                                              CHAPTERS

                        PART ONE | PART TWO | PART THREE

Join the Eddie Munson tag list here!

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #eddie munson x you #fanfic masterlist #masterlist

[like-canyoujustnot]

The angst!

#aftg #neil josten #aftg fanfic #andreil

[daikon1]

💖, ✅ & maybe 💔 please :)

💖 - What made you start writing?

Honestly I’ve always written, for as long as I can remember. I have old composition notebooks full of original stories and there are some god-awful Buffy fics out there somewhere that I wrote under a different pen name circa 2004. What got me writing UsaMamo fanfic was @floraone sucking me back into the OTP with her awesome writing and then her quiet (but very very enthusiastic) support once I got inspired!

✅ - What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

The obvious answer is “mutual pining” and “emotional vulnerability”, which I include on purpose. My on-accident inclusions tend to be whatever I’m currently trying to process in therapy 😂

💔 - Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Hm. I don’t think so? I don’t write a lot of angst, and when I do it’s nearly always with a happy ending. I’m hoping for my untitled evil Endy grief WIP to both break and heal my heart, but it’s still very much in the early stages 😂

Thank you for the ask, @kaitoscarlett!!

#tumblr games #tumblr game #asks answered #asks #answered #on my fic

[ao3-taegi-fics]

stay with me forever (or maybe just for now)

Author: featherlightice (seesawlt)

Warnings: None

Chapters: 1/1

Pairing: Kim Taehyung / Min Yoongi

Words:  6,230

Genre: Soulmates AU, Fluff, Angst

Rating: Not rated

Summary: 

It's not Taehyung's name that's written across Yoongi's skin, but he's all Yoongi wants in life.

Read the fic here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1686296

#soulmates au #angst #fluff #angst with a happy endi #past sope #oneshot #short fic #taegi #taegi fic rec #bts #bts fic rec #bts fic #taegi fic #taehyung #yoongi #vsugaficrecs #taegi fic recs #bts fic recs #ao3 taegi #completed

[kill-the-feels]

aftermath

a/n: hello everyone! Jango won the poll this morning, so after a very long and busy summer and semester, i come bearing some more Jango! For those of you who picked option two, don’t worry, it’ll be coming soon. In the meantime, please enjoy! (previous part) (masterlist)

warnings: angst (a heaping dose), descriptions of violence and injury, derogatory language, dealing with nightmares, a lil fluff

word count: 2.4k

At first, it feels like everything is underwater. Like you’ve fallen off the side of the city, down into the churning water below.

Above you, the sky is that full grey you’ve come to expect from Kamino, the clouds moving impossibly quick, churning and rolling like the water below you.

Someone’s speaking, but it’s muffled, pitched in and out, and you try to blink. You’d really love to breathe. The air in your lungs is growing stale, pinching your chest, yet you don’t suck in a breath.

It hurts too much.

You try to make sense of your circumstances. When did you fall over the side? Or did you? And where’s…

Your mind trails off. For the life of you, you can’t remember the name you’re trying to come up with. It’s right there, on the surface, if you could just kick your legs, move yourself up.

Breathe.

The speaking fades out, and all you can hear is a rushing sound.

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The path of destruction through Tipoca City is clear. Jango tries to quell his worry, if only for Boba, if not appearances, but the destruction does not inspire confidence.

The Kaminoans will rebuild, of that he’s sure. What he’s not sure of is you. There’s a pretty defined path leading all the way to his quarters.

The pristine white walls are covered in soot and dirt, blaster marks scorched in a haphazard pattern. Boba drifts closer, reaching for Jango’s hand, looking so young and scared in that moment it breaks his heart.

Jango steps over a pile of rubble, boot crunching on a chunk from the wall, and Boba tightens his grip.

Logically, Jango knows what he will find when he rounds the corner. But he isn’t quite prepared for the mangled mess of the door, crumpled and laying in the main entrance of his room.

You’re not in there. But two Kaminoans are, and they look at Jango with unreadable expressions, made worse by their wide eyes.

“Where?” he asks, and when they don’t answer, frustration and fear war in his chest, creating a burning tangled sensation that makes it hard to breathe. Finally, the taller of the two steps forward.

“Fett. Come with us.”

~~~

You can’t seem to hold onto anything, no matter how hard you try. Each time it’s in your hands, it slips away, and it gets harder and harder to hold on.

Boba is standing there in front of you, and you need to tell him something, but for the life of you, you can’t remember.

He reaches for you, stubborn curl bouncing at the back of his head, and his dark eyes have a hint of mischief in them, the way he always looks.

Behind him, there’s a shadow, and you can’t open your mouth to tell him to watch out, but it’s there. Boba sees you looking at it, and he turns, and you can speak, but your mouth won’t form the words.

There’s a sharp, sudden pain in your chest.

~~~

Jango sits in the too-bright waiting room, resisting the urge to stand and pace. Boba is slumped against him, eyes finally closed in a fitful sleep.

He bounces his other leg, needing to move something, but still mindful of Boba. The little boy’s worried himself sick over you; Jango can see it in his eyes.

Boba blames himself. Somehow in his little mind, he’s the cause for your injuries.

Jango doesn’t know how to comfort him either, because when it comes down to it, he blames himself too. Except he really is the one at fault, because he could have prevented this. Kept you safe.

The room is quiet, the hum of machines the only sound, and Jango tilts his head back, studying the ceiling above, looking for cracks to count.

There are none, of course. The Kaminoans would never leave such a flaw in their structures. Instead, he counts to ten in his head in Basic, then Mando’a, then Huttese. He starts over, switching the languages in and out, adding and subtracting numbers until his mind is numb, a sense of calmness settling over him.

Jango adds five hundred to sixty-seven, then divides it by five, cataloguing what needs to be done as he does. Clean the room. Assess the damages. Find out who did this.

Take you and Boba somewhere safe.

Subtract two from the seven. Maker, he hates this place. The med bay, the planet, these people.

Where will he take you? Somewhere green, he decides. Not Naboo, but something like it, with plenty of lakes and trees, far away from the barren deserts of Tatooine and roiling oceans of Kamino.

The door to the back room of medic bay opens, and a Kaminoan glides out. Jango clenches his jaw, trying to work his numbers back down to zero, so he can start over.

“Mr. Fett?” He wants to laugh. They never call him “Mr.” Not unless they’re trying to stay on his good side.

“Yes?” He keeps his voice even, that pesky three he’s trying to get rid of not fitting neatly into his equation.

Boba shifts against him.

“You can go in now.”

~~~

It’s quite, you realize. Much quieter. The only sound that breaks the silence is your raspy inhale, the one that catches on something in your chest.

You’re alone, surrounded by all kinds of foreign machines, chest swathed in a giant bandage.

The pieces are falling into place, slowly but surely, jagged memories that remind you of the vibroblade that caused the damage.

The door whooshes open, and Boba steps through first. His face lights up when he sees you, and Jango catches the back of his shirt to keep him from jumping on your chest.

“Buir,” he says, settling for squeezing your hand instead. You try to squeeze back, but it takes more energy than you have. Scooting over a little — as much as you can before a little fire starts in your chest — you pat the bed beside you.

Boba looks tired, big circles under his eyes, but you can tell he’s trying to put on a brave face.

You look past him as he settles beside you, gentle as he can, to Jango. His face is hard and blank, as much a mask as his helmet. Jango leans against the wall, watching you and Boba.

“How are you-”

“Was your trip-”

You both speak at the same time, stopping abruptly to let the other speak.

“Go ahead,” Jango says, nodding, and you ignore the way your chest twinges when you take a breath.

“Was your trip successful?” you ask, and manage not to grimace too much. But Jango notices.

“Yes,” he says, without hesitation, and you feel Boba shift beside you. Is he lying?

“How are you feeling?” he asks instead, and you wish he would move closer. Wish he would touch you. Boba is nice, but there’s this cold fear that won’t leave your skin, and you have a feeling Jango would be able to get rid of it.

“I’m okay,” you say, and now you’re not sure if you’re lying. Boba yawns beside you, closing his eyes as he settles against the edge of your pillow.

“I can move him if he’s a nuisance,” Jango says, finally stepping forward, and you shake your head. He looks down at you for a long moment, not meeting your eyes as his gaze runs up and down the length of your body.

“I don’t mind,” you say, running your fingers through Boba’s hair. It reminds you of when he was a baby, brings you small comfort. Jango inhales, and if he weren’t so close, you wouldn’t be able to hear the way it catches just a bit.

“Jango,” you whisper, and he stubbornly keeps his gaze fixed on the floor.

You try and push yourself up gently, trying not to wake Boba or aggravate your wound. Jango’s there in an instant, pushing you back, touching you for the first time.

“Careful.” His voice is gruff, and in the past, it would have worried you, made you think you did something wrong.

But you know Jango now, and you know he’s deflecting. He’s worried, and instead of telling you, he’s trying to act tough.

“Jango,” you say again, and he finally drags his eyes up towards your face. You watch as a range of emotions play across his face, centering in his amber eyes before they darken.

He reaches for your face, thumb brushing across a cut on your cheek.

“I should have been here,” he says, lips tightening into a hard line.

“But I’m glad you weren’t,” you say, looking down at Boba, unable to meet his intense stare any longer. “I’m glad you and Boba were far from here.” Jango leans down, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“No,” he says, against your hairline. “I should have been here.” It’s barely audible, but it’s there. The guilt. The blame. No matter how many times you tell Jango that you’re okay, that you don’t fault him for being away, he won’t believe it.

“We’ll rebuild,” you say, “and it’ll be fine. I’m fine.” Jango huffs and stands up straight, pacing to the other side of the room, where a nice big bay window overlooks the churning waters below.

Boba sighs in his sleep, and you press the side of your face to the top of his head.

“If I asked you to leave, would you?” Jango speaks without turning around, and you tense, glancing around for any Kaminoans.

“Leave?” you repeat. Now he does turn, pacing back over to the bed in two quick strides. His brows are furrowed, eyes narrowed in concentration.

“Go somewhere we’d be left alone,” he says slowly, and you can see the plan forming behind his eyes.

“They wouldn’t stop looking for us,” you say, trying to be practical. Jango shakes his head, and you see the glint of desperation, the need to protect.

“I know how to disappear. I could keep us safe.” You tilt your head, trying not to disappoint him.

“Jango,” you say softly, telling him your answer in the one word. He pauses, then closes his eyes, taking a deep breathe as he does.

“We rebuild,” he says, slowly, and you hear how much he dislikes it.

But to live life on the run? It can’t be any safer than staying here, and this is the only home Boba has ever known.

Jango leans down, glancing between you and Boba, and finally, he lets out a soft sigh of resignation. You tilt your head back, watching him, and slowly, he places his lips on yours.

He tastes like salt, and for a long moment, the two of you linger like that, simply feeling the other.

Then he opens his mouth, deepening the kiss. Jango presses into you, tilting you farther back as his hands come up to cup your head, holding you close. His nose brushes over your skin, and you sigh into his mouth.

When you pull back a little, chest hurting with each little gasp of air, he presses his forehead to you, the both of you needing the contact.

“I’m glad you’re safe,” he whispers.

~~~

There’s a chair in the corner of the room, and Jango ends up sleeping there, furrow still deep on his forehead. You keep Boba beside you and try to get comfortable, able to breathe a little easier for the first time since it happened.

But you don’t sleep.

You can’t remember faces, don’t know who attacked you. But the voice is there nonetheless when you close your eyes.

I didn’t know Jango had a little bitch.

The cruel laughter follows, right before the searing pain. Unintentionally, you whimper quietly, and your eyes snap open.

It’s too dark in here. You focus on the window, over Jango’s shoulder, and try to clear your mind.

You’ll get over the nightmares eventually. You know this. But they’re a bitch right now, and it’s easier not to sleep.

For now, you’re the one watching over everyone, taking Jango’s place and being the calm and steadfast rock.

You imagine leaving Kamino. It won’t happen — frankly, can’t happen — but if it did…

Where would the three of you go? Somewhere nice and green, you decide. With enough water to play in, but not so much that you’re drowning in it. And not so little that it’s a desert around you.

Naboo might be nice, but it’s too populated, too easy to be found.

Somewhere farther off the grid, a place just for the three of you.

It’s a pleasant thought, and you linger in it, pushing the cruel laughter to the back of your mind.

~~~

He closes his eyes, but he doesn’t sleep. Instead, his mind works the problem the same way he does the math.

Jango knows you’re still awake. Your breathing is still unsettled, and just a few moments ago, he heard you whimper.

But he’s giving you some alone time while he tries to compose himself. His throat feels oddly tight, and his eyes burn just the slightest.

You nixed leaving, and he can’t explain why, but it bothers him. There’s this antsy feeling that’s settled in his chest, and he can’t explain it.

He squeezes his eyes tighter, blocking out any light.

So maybe he doesn’t take you and Boba and leave. Kamino — shit as it is — is still relatively safe. The Kaminoans will double down on their security. He’s certain of that.

But he can’t let the thought of your attacker go. Jango hasn’t worked up the nerve to ask you about it. It’s not that he’s afraid of what you’ll say, but he is afraid of seeing the fear in your eyes.

Fully hearing what you went through alone, when he should have been there.

He knows he’ll have to settle this to find any semblance of peace.

Jango sighs softly.

You’re okay. For now, he reminds himself. But it doesn’t help the worry that’s strangling him at all, and he turns on his side, too miserable to sleep.

~~~

That night marks a turning point.

And for years and years after, you’ll wonder what would have happened:

If when Jango asked if you would leave, you’d said yes.

#jango fett x reader #jango fett x you #reader insert #tw injury mention #angst #injury #nightmares #hurt comfort #listen i know that ending is ominous #but remember I’ve said from the beginning that this will have a happy endiing #just gotta get there #Also fun fact! It’s technically dec 1st where i am #but i started this endeavor before midnight (and hence nov 3oth) #*30th #which marks exactly one year since i posted ch. 1 of this #wild

[goofyhoffy]

DESTINY ♡

When your whole world revolves around one boy, but destiny sets you with a unexpectedly expected man.

♡ Pairing: Yoongi × reader ft. Jimin

♡ Genre: brother's friend, only old crush, heartbreak, college oc au.

♡ Summary: you're over him, a new world sets in front of you. But the heartbreak you both got at the same time is not what you have had thought of. It must be the destiny to set you with your only old crush Yoongi. But still you ain't prepared for the third heartbreak in a row, what if he breaks your heart again?

♡ Warnings: fluff, mild smut, angst, heartbreak, like flooded with tears, oc is so sweet, confusion, misunderstanding,  crush , breakup, traitor, betrayal, brother's bestfriend, roommate, college oc, angst shower smut, smokey, dirty talk, seokjin is oc's brother, he's a dick, yoongi is a Heartbreaker, jimin is also a dick, expectations ruined, one-shot.

♡ Word limit : 6.5k

♡ Author's note : besties, here's the new fic of Yoongi. Spare sometime of your to read this piece of beauty and let me know if you guys need a part 2 and how much you loved it. Kindly apologizing for not editing it cause it's already so late. Remember I always love you <3

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"I'm done with you, dude." You screamed at your brother and ran into your room. You have been mad at your brother since so long. You both never get along. Fights, quarrelling and being mad at each other is both of your favourite things. You never want to live with your brother during your college years but only for the sake of your parents you were there sharing apartments with your brother. If you get any chance you would change your apartment.

"Stop overreacting, I'll be home till night. Enjoy yourself." Your brother said slamming your door. He was never in the house, always out there having fun with girls, alcohol and money. This is what he called life and you totally were different from him. You're more conserved, introverted and only allow certain people in your life. But here you're happy that atleast the whole house is yours now. You can watch Disney weird fantasy movies or eat pineapple pizza without being judged. At night after he left for partying you ordered a big size pizza and started watching the saddest movies to cry.

At the mean time of your crying session, you heard a ding bell sound at the doorstep. It's almost two at the morning and you were confused who's now. But at your surprise it's you brother walking inside the house with one more person just like him. You saw him, but he was head down walking inside but you guessed it right. In the black jacket it was Min Yoongi. Your brother's friend or kind of used to be classmate. You have been seeing him from the starting years of college. And now you're almost at the end of the year. The person right before seems sad and num. But it was not a surprising thing cause everytime you meet Yoongi he looks so sad and calm. No emotions can be read from his expression.

"I guess you're too early to come home!" You glared at your brother who settled himself at the couch, beside him Yoongi takes his sit.

"None of your business, girl. And why are you up this late, huh? Again watching your weird fantasy movies." Your brother hummed.

"Yo, bitch. Don't interfere in my life. Just go, I'm in the middle of something." You ranted.

"Y/n language! Haven't you seen Yoongi sitting right here? A guest is in the house and you're talking to me like this?" Your brother glared. Yoongi just scoffs still head down.

"Let me clear this to you. Yoongi's girlfriend kicked him out of there shared apartment. So, for few days or weeks he'll be here with us until or unless there fight get resolved." He said.

"None of my business though." You rolled your eyes still focussing on the television screen.

Yoongi in his deep voice "we soon gonna be together again. Thanks Seokjin for giving me shelter." Both of the boys then straight up walked into the rooms and you were there ending the last scenes.

From the starting years living with your brother Seokjin, you always met with all his friends. Yoongi was also one of them. But he was the one whom you talked the most in his group circle. Yoongi seems so calm and intelligent to your eyes. He was also a good listener while a great adviser. You both added each other in every social media platforms you were present. You almost talked with him daily the past years. But the sudden change that developed in him was still unknown to you. You didn't get what ghosted him but this past few months he randomly stopped talking to you. No in person talks, no messages or neither calls. He even blocked you from all his social medias. You thought he was mad at you for something but you never get it for what. You tried asking him what's the matter of not talking or having no contact with you randomly. But he never answered it in a right way. Neither did you exaggerated the matter. As told you were very picky about the people in your life. If somebody don't want to have contact with you then it's his loss. You're always there to help anyone and everyone you know.

The very next day, you were excited to meet with your new crush Jimin. He's new to your campus for few months and you both became good friends with eachother. He seems so cool to your eyes. Never did you think of dating anyone from your college but if it's about Jimin then you can't say no to it. He's kind and fun guy to goof around. But the thing that make your heart flutter was his flirty side. The way he acts like he's in love with you with all his picky lines on you. You can't denied that you liked it, really every much. Your heart always pound whenever he goes all flirty with you. But you also can't deny the fact that he seems flirty with all the other girls in the campus. Kind of like the new fuck boy in the college. Sad for you that at last you did fall for the flirty kid.

" Jimin! How's your day going bub?" You yelled at Jimin who was standing there flirting with some other girls.

"Y/n beautiful! You're becoming more beautiful day by day." Jimin walk up to and said.

"Ahh you boy! Shut up. Any plan for this weekends?" You asked.

"As you know our college last year gonna end in this month. So, I'm quite busy." Jimin sighed.

"Yeah, but I'm excited for our graduation day. But Jimin I'm gonna confess something before our graduation day to you." You whispered in his ears.

"Oh-okay. What's it about can I ask?" Jimin hesitantly said.

"Meet me at the basket ball court at evening in this weekend. Okay?" You excitedly said.

"I-i will be there. But if anything necessary then you can tell me now." Jimin asked.

"Patience Jimin. Don't forget to come." You winked at him and walk straight up to your house.

You were really happy that finally after taking a whole one year you now gonna confess to Jimin. Your heart saying that he gonna accept you but your brain already shown you some red flags. But you just ignored it. After denying for so long, now your feelings for him was strong and directive. You can sense it. Before the end of the graduation day you decide to confess the feelings. As you believe in 'if you like someone, let them know how you feel for them' philosophy.

You open the door of your living room, at your surprise a whole shirtless Yoongi was sitting at the couch watching his favourite football. His dark strands of hair was wet and a towel was hanging at his shoulders. The track pants which he was wearing was quite unrecognisable as the only thing you concentrated was on his pale smooth white skin. You can't deny his beauty. He was unknowingly beautiful. His cheek bones, cat eyes and gummy smile. At the sound of the door he quickly trail his eyes on you.

You screamed "dress up, you naked man."

Yoongi just rolled his eyes on you and put on his shirt and said "I'm not even naked. Haven't you seen a shirtless man before?"

"S-sorry sir! But I'm not habituated to see a whole naked man in my house everyday." You hesitantly exaggerated your words and sit at the corner couch.

"Then get habituated." He said with a straight face almost focused on the sports.

You don't seem to reply at his last words. Your eyes trail down to find your brother, who was nowhere in the house. You already figured it out again that he had gone to somewhere as most of the time he was not home when you came back from college.

"Have you seen my brother?" You asked Yoongi.

"I don't know might me out of the home." Yoongi said. Your inner brain was screaming that you also know that when Seokjin was not at home he was probably out of the house. You sighed at his words.

Hearing your frustrated sound, Yoongi looked at you and goes like "you can watch now, I'm good at the room." And he get up from the couch and walked towards the room.

"hey! Yaa! Stop, you can watch. I'm not frustrated because of you. Come here." You yelled at him.

Yoongi calmly come and sit at the exact spot. You were constantly looking at him but he say no to eye contact. With his baby eyes he was looking at the screen. The surrounding filled with the whistle of football match. You don't know what to say to him. You were still thinking of starting a conversation but you don't know how. But you want to ask that person beside you that why he was ignoring the hell out of you. You missed him, you accepted. Before even catching those feelings we cuts you off. You already added him in your good relationship bucket list. But he tend to follow the opposite both. Your eyes are kind of stuck at him without even realising.

Yoongi scoffs "you can stop staring. I'm feeling uncomfortable."

His deep voice fetch you to the reality and you stumbled "umm.. i-i was just. S-sorry, can we talk?"

For the first time Yoongi's eyes lands on you. You both made an eye contact for mili second until or unless Yoongi broke it. He goes "for what? I think I should go."

"This is what I'm talking. Why did you just cut me off from your life, Yoongi. I mean what's happened suddenly you stop talking to me?" You sighed.

"Is I'm not talking to you now?" Yoongi glared at you.

"You also know what I'm talking. You blocked me from every social media handles. Even you didn't replied my texts. Why are you mad at me, Yoongi?" You said with a worried face.

"I was quite distrub from the past months. Might be because of that. We're good." Yoongi cleared it.

"No, we ain't. The past months you only ignored me. I saw you attending each and every party. And you're looking quite happy at that time" Your voice raised.

"Tell me, why you want to talk to me? Why you need me? Why you can't resist me? Is you're feeling for me? Do you wanna have something with me?" Yoongi screamed some unusual questions which you never thought of.

The question stuck to your head. When he asked you all this, you also questioned yourself. Why actually you want to talk to him. You realise you're expecting something from. But it was also right your heart carries some part of love for him at that time might be now too. But the way Yoongi yelled at you, you're expecting that.

"Min, are you okay? Is everything good? I know you and your girlfriend have a fight going on and I know how you feel. But that doesn't mean you would shout at me like that." You sighed.

"No, I'm not okay, y/n. I don't know what's happening. I can't understand my feelings right now. My girlfriend is cheating on me at one hand and at another my feelings are growing for someone else. It feels like I'm cheating. But I ain't a cheater, y/n." Yoongi broke down. His deep voice mixes with some tearing emotions but he tried hard to not express.

Yoongi feels like he was the cheater because of you. The truth is he really likes you. That he can't resist to talk to you. That whenever he saw you, he wants to wrap you around his body. Even when he have a girlfriend, you filled him with joy. Even having someone to love, he need you to be in love. You make him go crazy. But he knows it's all wrong. That catching feelings for someone else instead of having a girlfriend is wrong. So, the best solution he found was to cut you off. Only for this reason he stopped talking to you. You feels like a complete stranger to him.

Still it didn't work. At the times he talked to you he always stay happy and focussed but after cutting you off he seems sad most of the time. Also he feels so frustrating at times and fight with anyone and everyone he saw. That's also a reason that after stop talking to you he and his girlfriend have fight most of the time. And after a long series of fighting and quarrelling with each other, his relationship becomes toxic as hell. He wants to scape out of the place. So, he did. But destiny have different plans, after pushing you so far. Atlast he came back at your arms only. Now, he was sitting beside you. You're trying your best to confront him.

"Min, calm down. I'm here. I'll not abandoned you. Tell me everything." You quitely whispered in his ears while talking his hands on yours. His cold hands fit yours and it felt good.

"Thanks y/n. Sorry for everything I did to you. I'm the worst. I broke your heart and I also cheated on my girlfriend. Even though I know she was cheating on me since so long." Yoongi calmly put his each word.

"No, you're best. She's cheating on you first. And feeling for someone else doesn't make you cheater, Min." You confronted him.

"You don't understand. Right now in my life, I want somebody to hold be tight, to love me like I do and to protect me. No one in this earth loves me." Yoongi frustrated and smack the pillow beside him.

You can't hold how sad and frustrated he was that time. You never have seen him in like. He was broke, totally broke. You glanced at him and hugged his huge posture which was unstable. But with presence of your hugging body it get calm and the huge body turns down to small. He completely fitted between your arms. You patted his back, he didn't argued to back off from the hug neither did he hold you back. You were just there holding him and confronting him. Seeing him like this you also got broke.

"I'm here, Yoongi. See, I'm holding you, loving you and even confronting you. Don't even say those words. I care for you." You said calmly still holding him in your arms like a baby.

His cologne smells like you're in a mountain and forest. With each time going you like wrapped him around. He quietly sitting like a baby.

"Remember if the relationship is getting toxic, calls it a off. And if you like someone else and your feelings are genuine then let the person know it. Tell her that how much you feel for her. I know you will." You geniunely said. He back off from your hug and nodded it a yes.

"And what if the person seems so close to me that knowing I like her, she'll be surprised. And she also broke my heart." Yoongi asked.

"I promise she'll not. Just be brave and tell her your feelings. Not all people are heartbreaker like you." You giggled to calm the situation down.

"You aren't a heart break, huh?" Yoongi asked and you laughed at him.

As the atmosphere becomes a little lighter Seokjin your brother walks inside the room. Unknowingly you were around Yoongi's arms and he was half heartedly hugging you. As your brother entered you both sit apart acting like nothing happens.

You glared at him and shouted "where were you brat?"

Seokjiin narrowed his eyes "language! You don't need to know that. But let me tell you, for the rest of this week days you have to be alone as I'm leaving for a business trip."

You excitedly said "really? Thank god! I'll have my alone time now." You love to be alone and as said you hated your nosy brother.

Seokjiin frowned "hold on girl! Don't ever dare to think of bringing your boyfriend Jimin at this house."

He then looked at Yoongi and goes "Min, can you please have an eye on my little sister. Don't let her bring any boy." Yoongi nodded but with a confusing face.

The last time your brother was not home, you bring Jimin and some of his other friends in your house. And to be honest it was a disaster. Next day your house smells like a pond of alcohol and smoking junction. Unfortunately your brother comes home at the wrong time and see all of those. He even saw how Jimin flirted with you and from then onwards he hated him.

You yelled "he isn't my boyfriend." But you slowly whispered to yourself "but he'll be soon."

"It's better if he's not. That boy is a dick. If you ran around him like that he surely gonna break your heart. Cut him off from your life." Seokjiin said as packing his stuff.

"None of your buisness, brat. Have fun weekends. Me and Yoongi will also have fun." You laughed devilishly.

Seokjiin moved all his clothes and necessary things in his suitcase and you say a bye to him. Well, sometimes you love your brother in real. But most of the time you hate him because of him being correct always. As for now, he already predicted that Jimin gonna broke your heart but you know Jimin really very well. He's a sweetheart in your eyes who is so soft to broke anyone's heart. This time you gonna prove your brother wrong by confessing Jimin. Your guts were telling you that your doing something right and should go on.

You two were alone in a house full of rooms. But it didn't feel different as Yoongi entered in his room as soon as Seokjin left and you all visited your room to complete graduation studys. You were quite pressurized for the day but happy that you gonna confess to Jimin tomorrow. A perfect proposal you dreamt of . Long basketball court where you and he will be standing all alone and some butterflies kicking in your stomach.

Here Yoongi in his room ingrossed into his long fluffy blanket. His mind was full of you. He can't stop thinking about you. All he need is you and you. His heart was playing some sort of games to go in your room and kiss your lips. When you were hugging me in the couch his eyes were constantly trailing down to your lips. He can't resist his desire to kiss on that peach soft lips that taste like berries. He already know how you'll taste. Your fragrance, soft skin, long finger, smooth hairs drives him crazy. It's not like he was attracted to you for the first time . Whenever you come nearer to him, he can sense his hormones bobbing out of his nerves. He liked you, he knows. The only thing that stopping him was his bothered self. He wasn't sure if you also feel the same, but he knows you feel the exact same. Without resisting his desires he got straight up from the bed and walk up to yours.

You were strolling down your eyes within the gigantic piles of pages right before you. He peep through the door to see your face. Your hair strands lacking his view and your frustrated face increases his rage. He liked you, he can't see you like this. He does a sigh sound closing his eyes, which shifted your attention. You were no longer interested in your books but the person peeping you through the door interests you more.

You calmly open the door and whispered in his hear "do you need something, Yoongi?"

He got shuttered to your cat voice and stumbled "umm.. y-no. Actually you look so frustrated!"

You does a small laugh and said "graduation studies! It's frustrating."

He nodded his head looking at the floor and then said "if you're okay, then we can watch some movies?"

You frowned your eyes in a playful manner "i can't say no to you but -"

Yoongi intreuppted you "no buts. Living room in 10." He turned to his room.

You chuckled on his cuteness. Well, if Jimin didn't entered your life then Yoongi have been the one you would die on. You liked him from the every first of your college days. You haven't met anyone as calm and as loyal as him. But presence of his girlfriend broke you down. You don't want to interfere in his relationship. But as for now, he was in a verge of breaking up with his girlfriend. If you still have that active Yoongi loving bone in your body then you would have said everything to him. But fate have different plans.

The couch was cozy, the room was dark with various beam of light from television echoes. Freash buttery popcorn lined by your side. You were half lying on the couch beside Yoongi who was calmly looking at the movie you choosed. For sure you have your own romantic taste in movies. And he can't say no to you. You were stealing some glance of him in the name of watching movie. He's ethereal. You again felt the same butterflies when you used to talk to him. Again the feelings were kicking your stomach. You are liking it. Your sudden urge to touch him filled your heart but your mind keep debating about Jimin.

"Yoongi!" Your soft voice echoes the background.

He looked at you but his eyes were on your peack lips "umm...?"

"Are you liking this movie? If not then we can change it." You hesitantly said.

"Loving it so far. Romance is never my thing but you made it mine now." Yoongi softly chuckled again stick his eyes to the screen. But the one thing you don't know that his focus never shifted from you. He also sees how badly you want him but no one makes a move.

"Can you pass me the blanket, Min?" You again grapped his attention. He gently took the blanket and cover your legs and torso. You both were just centimetres away. You shifted a little close to him to feel the heat. He smiled at you.

"Thanks, Min. You want the blanket?" You asked nervously. Without any hesitation he unfold the whole blanket and cover both you. You gently smiled at him. There was a big silence echoing your heart. You want to make the move to kiss him, to touch him and to play with his hairs. And that was when stopped when you actually did while there was a kissing scene going on .

You gently grapped his thighs and rubbed it slowly. "It's cold here." You slowly yet seductively said.

"Umm! Yes!" He nodded and pressed his cold hands on your bare legs. He also does the same thing you did.

But soon his hands trail upward inside from your loose shorts. He's circling inside your inner things. His finger nails form a line in your inner thigh. You were loving that feeling. As soon as you put your hands out of his thighs, he makes a unsatisfied sound.

"Umm?" You looked at him innocently with a devilish thought. Both of your eyes met at once.

"Can I kiss you?" You hesitantly asked.

As soon as you ended the sentence his lips are already on your neck. This smooth lips does a great job in your bare neck area. He was gently kissing , devilishly sucking and you were pleasantly moaning his name. He kissed your collar bone and your pale skin turns to violet in seconds. He pressed you in the couch and lean over you. But you want his lips on yours.

The moment was made for Yoongi, he slowly takes his time to respond each and every moans of your. His lips were playing with your skin. Happily sucking each corner of your neck. Soon the realisation stuck him and he was now concentrating on your lips. Took a few times to glance at your lips while massaging your hair with one hand. He pressed his lips on your sharp jaw line. You were enjoying ever bit of it.

'Jimin' this name echoed in your brain. That few minutes you can't proceed, before you it was Yoongi but your heart his on Jimin's hand. You can't betray him like this. You have a deep feeling for him. You thought you were doing wrong, it was wrong. You can't sleep with anyone like this. The realisation make you push Yoongi so hard.

He was at a verge of kissing your lips but the sudden push was unexpected for him. He got shuttered and hold the other side of the couch. He looks at you in a awe. You were looking at him in a deep guilt. Your face was telling you that it was wrong.

"What's happened?" Yoongi innocently asked and came forward to you.

"Don't touch me! It's wrong." You yelled at him as you run towards your room.

You heard him shout at you for what's the matter or why you suddenly reacted like that as you're the one you wanted all of this. But blaming and treating him like that, he felt so miserable. He realised that you ain't the random hook up for only one night but he carries deep feeling for you. He should be sorry, he was wrong he accepted. But reacting like that was so astonishing for him.

Yoongi pushed your door and shouted for you. But there you were lying senselessly at your bed. Your face was pale and heart with a heavy weigh of guilt. You shouldn't act like a kid. You wanted all of that, you started it and not him. You were wrong, but you haven't the courage to tell him why you did that to him. Maybe tomorrow, you can tell him that Jimin was all over your head that time.

"Yoongi, can I explain this to you tomorrow. Please, leave me alone." You yelled at him across the door.

Yoongi sighed "sure, I also have something to explain you. I can wait." And he sadly walked at his room.

The whole night Yoongi's mind keep on thinking about you. He can't any more relay his feelings to himself. He needs to tell you what he feels for you. That he don't think you as a one time hook up but a forever home. He decides to tell you his genuine feelings tomorrow as soon as you're good to talk to him.

Tomorrow arrives, your guilt was eaten you up badly. Without wasting your time you walked to Yoongi's room. You already prepared your words what you will tell him. That you like Jimin and that you can't break his trust. Also you should be sorry for the last night because you make a move first but you were also the same person who weirdly ran off without saying anything.

"Yoongi! Can we talk?" You said glancing at the floor that shows you felt guilty.

He was still on his bed half asleep, in his rapsy voice "are you okay?"

"Y-ye.. n-no. I'm not. I really felt so bad for last night." You stumbled.

"It's completely okay. Consent is more important than anything. But -" Yoongi got intreuppted by you.

"No, I want to do. I mean I'm sorry. There is a reason why I didn't want to have anything now with you." You slowly mumbled.

"I understand. I'm good, don't worry." Yoongi yawned. You felt everything goes back that it use to and you left for your college. But the midway of his room Yoongi called you again.

"Excuse me, if you're not in a hurry can I tell you something?" Yoongi was no more a half dead human but his tone shifted to seriousness.

"Sure, anything important?"

"Well, let's have a sit. It's important for me." You sat at the edge of his bed.

"Oh! You okay?"

"Something is really eating me up, I don't know how to tell you but I think I really feel attached to you. You does feel home. Always I think about you. You keep buzzing inside my head. I feel for you... Deeply." Yoongi patiencely confronted everything. His eyes were glancing at your bracelet as he is bad at making eye contact.

Your eyes were no longer want to hide but you without blinking looked at his pale fluffy face. He like you, he mean he really feel for you, in real. The topsy turvey land appears infront of you. Just right now, you were going to confront to Jimin about his feelings and before that someone else did to you. The heart inside knows that Yoongi never jokes around, he say what he feels. But he still didn't broke up with his girlfriend and what about those days when he completely cuts you off. You remembered all of this.

"Oh! I-i ... Are you serious? You never even want to talk to me. You ignored me, remember?" You ranted angrily.

"Yes, I do ignore you but you know what's the reason? I feel attracted to you, I can't resist to talk to you, I always think about you and your little things hurts me easily. But I don't want to cheat on my ex girlfriend so I simply say a goodbye. Though after all these months you can see where I'm!" Yoongi put over his point nonchalantly.

"Ah! Yoongi? You did all these because of some unfelt feelings! At last you need to tell me. But this is too late. I already feel for someone else." You nervously ended your words.

"I understand but don't you also feel the same way at some point? Don't you also feel attracted towards me?" He passionately glance at you, his high voice pitch echoes all through his room.

"What if I used to do? Now, things are changed." You screamed.

"Nothing changed. You still have feelings for me. Or else you would not want to fuck me!" The total atmosphere shifted into a peeaceful procession. Yoongi ranted the words which are harsh and real. You do feel the same way he does, but what about Jimin. God have a sinful duty to only designated single soulmate to oneself. You feel for true and you ain't a traitor.

"Don't you also? What are you doing at your so called friends house cause your girlfriend kick you out. And middle of your break up you're hitting on your friend's sister. Also trying your level best to make her fall for you." You calmly stated. But your neurons are burning inside.

"And she's falling for me? Isn't she?" Yoongi in the heat of the debate flirtatiously walked up to you.

"Yes, she did. But I know I'm not a traitor like you. Now fuck off. Also today I'm gonna confess to Jimin. Pray that he also likes me. Now, good bye." You pushed Yoongi out of your sight and walk up to the main door.

"May Jimin and you never meet again." Yoongi chuckled at his words. You only rolled your eyes and left for college.

Fall of the darkness after a heavy heart break take lots of sadness. That numb cold weather with a wreaking heart gives shivering pain in your wholesome heart. You didn't expected that, you never thought that but initially it happened. He said the most cruel words you never even thought he would know. You cried for the last time he did said 'goodbye' not with a smiling innocent face but with a smug showing he played with your feelings. The words ' I'd never even thought of you around my arms' was spitted  by Jimin. He betrayed you. But the last line stuck to your soul 'do you think I would let you suck my dick, y/n? Haven't you seen yourself! You're a pity. Go find someone else to do this shit. Good bye' and he smirkingly ended your beautiful and hopefull day.

You cried under the dark and cold rainy evening. You just want to ran into your bed and cried for hours that you're wrong. The heavy rain drenched all your clothes and you. Without waiting for the bus you walked down all the street still numb and overthinking in your head. No one loves you right now, whom do you want to live for? Under the nature's water your own tears vanished.

It take no time to measure your home distance. You shut the door so loudly that you also got out of those painful thought. You are broke, your heart is. The pain has no bounds. The drenched clothes can't match your drenched soul. Already the winter rain is eating you up but you need more coldness to be out of this burning world. You cried loudly sitting at the couch. Hearing you Suga came and look a glance at you. He didn't said anything, just standing there quietly like observing your intentions. You felt his glance, you looked at his pale face with your small eyes. You wanted him to ask you about the pain you're feeling, about the situation you're in and about everything which breaks your heart. But you don't why your heart beating and wanting him to console you. You aren't about this side of yours. Your feelings are confused more than numb.

' Aren't you gonna ask me anything?' you screamed in your teary voice.

Suga smiled ' umm! I can see the rejection on your face.'

'shut the hell up. Everything happens because of you. I - I' you screamed but the ending of your sentences vanished on your heavy crying voice.

Suga walk up to you and sit beside you ' I understand everything. No need to cry this happens with everyone.'

' Suga, if you don't know how to console someone then it best to shut your pity mouth.' you aggressively pushed him away.

' Wow girl, is it so? In the morning you also broke my heart in the same way. You don't know how much I care for you, how much I need you now. But you! You just spit some cruel words and not even regretting. This is how you feel when someone broke your heart.' Suga bashed on you.

You look dumbfound. You're processing everything he said but you realized he ain't right. You need to correct him. 'Why'd you came in my life? Huh! I was so happy without talking to you after you stop talking. I do have feelings for you and you clearly know each and everything. You broke my heart first. And again when I'm finally good with a boy, you came back. You don't know how much you broke my feelings internally from a long time. And you're giving me this fucking reason?' you finished and ran to your room and lock yourself under the cold shower.

Suga just for a whole minute hear your words again. He can't processed that you liked him before even he does. And the fact that you still have feelings for him. His heart got flutter and a pound of sadness hugs his heart. He felt guilty of treating you like that. But he no more wants to be a heartbreaker. He wants to prove you that he loves you, a lot. And want to promise you that he ain't like those flirty brat to goof around. He's the sky of your earth that's permanent and no one else is allowed here.

He ran towards your room and screamed at the top of his lungs when he can't see you there 'y/n, I'm sorry!' You heard his voice but weeped under the shower. Your voice is enough to know where are you. He opened the door of the wash room and saw you under the shower with all your drenched clothes.

'Y/n, what's wrong? You will get cold.' he softly said and came towards the shower the knob.

'just get out, Suga. Leave me alone.' you screamed.

'calm down, let me turn the shower off.' he said softly as he lean towards you to turn it off.

You pushed him ' can't you hear me, leave me alone .You brat!'

Suga tilt a little but he pushed you against the shower wall and pinned you down ''shut up. I told you I'm here for you.' he said in his low cold voice which spend shiver down your spine. You both got drenched in that cold water. The shower is still on and you're numb by Suga's dominance.

You look at his fierce eyes and broke down 'I-I am hurt. I don't want anything.' He still pinned you down the wall.

He said  'You want me. Don't you?' and looked in your eyes.

You're feelings are peeping out and you can't withstand the man before you. The gorgeous, tall and broke man said enough to console your feelings. Your eyes can't resist those plum lips to kiss on. He's unknowingly hot and you accepted it. You tiptoed and kissed him while your tears are still all over your face.

Suga is deep down kissing you and your whole sad soul. You loved it, you geniunely did. The kiss was intense and passionate. His hands trail down to your head and lean you more to have a perfect kiss which he was imagining for years. Out of breath you broke the kiss and sighed. He himself lean down and put both of your forward together. You both heavily breathed and smiled at each other.

"Thanks." Suga calmly said.

You look at him with love in your eyes and "I'm not stopping with just a kiss. I'd been thinking about this for over years. Now, that you're here, I can't leave you. Just tell me you also carry that deep feelings for me."

He paused for a moment and complete silence surronds that freezing cold shower leaving you both a hot mess. You again think about doing something nonsense.

Suga take a deep breath " Y/n, I feel you're the one I have been loosing for years because you were always there for me to find you. But I never took initiative to find you. Please I really do li- like you. Do-dont ever leave me."

He stutters and hugged you so hard. The moment filled you with joy but often reality strikes everyone so hard. Under the shower, two humans both in love with eachother having a special moment yet the bang in door wakes both of you up.

Suga hesitantly look outside the shower door to look if anyone was there but again doorbell rang and to both of your surprises, it's Seokjin.

You are still figuring out if telling your brother about you and Suga is a good option.

#yoongi #min yoongi #min suga #agust d #yoongi fic #yoongi fluff #yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic rec #suga fic #suga fluff #suga angst #bts fanclub #bts fanfiction #bts fic rec #bts fic #yoongi hot #bts yoongi #destiny of x #yoongi × reader #yoongi × you #new fanfic #enemies to lovers #lots of angst #lots of fluff #heartbreak #college au #jimin fanfic #seokjin fanfic

[glitchxboy]

- ͙۪۪̥🥀˚┊❛𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓬!𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓫𝓾𝓻 ❜ᶠᵃˡˡⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᶜ!ʷⁱˡᵇᵘʳ ┊˚ ͙۪

hello, glitchy here, so this is trying to do a good oneshot, you already know its gonna be bad, any bad grammar please tell me! :)

𝐬 𝐭 𝐨 𝐫 𝐲: one-shot and angst? 𝐜 𝐡 𝐚 𝐫 𝐚 𝐜 𝐭 𝐞 𝐫: c!wilbur  𝐩 𝐫 𝐨 𝐧 𝐨 𝐮 𝐧 𝐬: he/him

dream smp highschool au! (with hybrids and everything) sally salmon mermaid au! (yeh)

I dont specify you hybrid side so yeah, you can use anything. btw when i say (h/s) is your hybrid side but like a nickname, ej: kitty, endy, etc.

good song

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Falling in love, it can be hard sometimes, sometimes it can just be nice and pretty, you feel butterflies in you life or bees stinging very hard, but they are pretty so you just dont stop them. 

Why did you fall in love with him? of all people....him. The crazy guy who was one of the best in dsmp highschool. being the leader of one side of the school, , he was a crazy guy, “adopting” one of the kids in the school. But that crazy guy was your friend and you really love him, care about him.

-yoh! y/n! whats wrong with you?-the voice of his younger brother wakes you up from your world.

-Oh sorry Tommy, i just was thinking-you smiles a little bit 

-c’mon man! we have a plan for the other side! and we want you to hear it!-he says with a smile, he looks happy.

-Tommy, i aleady say that i dont wanna be in that kind of battles, more if is just a kids game-

-but- big man! we want you!-you sigh kinda tired.

-Who is this “we”?-you look at him 

-well, me darling-you jump a little bit for the new voice and you look behind, kinda angry.

-Wilbur minecraft! man i was scared-you say kinda angry, and you get up from youre seat.

-HAHA! YOU LOSE!-Tommy says with a smile.

-shuu! anyways arent you with Sally? i thoug you guys were in a date-you say looking at wilbur.

-well little (h/s), they were kinda angry too-he laughs a little bit, but a little bit sad.

-and you are the leader? god-you sigh a little bit 

-YOH! WILBUR! WHAT IS THE PLAN!?-

-well if y/n wanna hear it?-

-no no and no, i dont wanna be in a, what? war?. its enough with the exams-

-c’mon just a little bit of pranks!-wilbur say smiling.

-yeah, and that can end bad, wilbur and tommy, if you gonna do something stupid, i WILL hit you-ignoring they screams of “come baack!” you decide to go away.

-, goodbye prince-

(fuck, stop calling me like that). you were still walking and you hit with someones back.

-hey! look! oh-you stop taling when you watch who was, it was kinda obvious with her red hair.

-Oh! y/n! hello-they look like they were just stop crying.

-Sally? oh um, hello-(please dont say anything bad)

-did you see wilby?-she says with a little smile.

-em, yeah! they are close to the history class, its something wrong?-you said (now you are dumb, its god damn obious)

-um, not much just a little fight of couples-

yeah...couples.

-uh of course, sorry, any ways i need to get going-you said walking away.

-um y/n-she hold you arm and you stay frozen-you have feelings for wilbur?-

-eh? why the question?-you try to go away

-you know he is with me right?-they look kinda angry 

-Sally, dont worry please, i know you guys are a couple, dont worrys-

-mh, yeah...im sorry i over react, it just, you guys look more like a couple then he with me-now she looked sad

-please dont say anything like that, he loves you so much-you smile again and you go away.

(fucking bees inside me, stop fucking around) you sigh tired.

[two days later, im lazy ok?]

-oh god no-you sigh tired, looking at a Tommy with a purple eye but a proud smile, and wilbur with some cuts but he looked normal.

-yeahh, some pranks nothing more-wilbur smiles again.

-YEAH BIG MAN! WE WIN!-he looked happy 

-Yeah with a purple eye and some cuts, those cuts doesnt look even good clean-you touch gente one of the cuts 

-awww are you worry about me prince?-he smiles a little bit

-no...of course i am! you are my friend dumbass-you hit a little bit one of his cuts he laughs a little bit with some pain.

-oh um, wilby?-you look behind  wilbur and you see Sally with some bandages.

-oh, hello love-wilbur go close to them, you feel the look of sally.

-HEY BIG MAN!-

-GOD! Tommy stop scaring like that-

-yeah yeah, anyways, my eye also hurts-he smles a little bit nervous

-i swear to god, i make that other eye also purple-you bring him to the nurse kinda fast.

i wish you tell me “love” too

-a party?-you say looking at Eret, thoug you shouldnt be with him

-yeah! the school is going, is in my house-he smiles 

-mhp, even l’manburg?-you say eating a little bit of (favorite food)

-yup, c’mon y/n! its been a while since we hang out, and i gonna think it was a wile since you go to a party-she hits you gentle

-well, i guess but wilbur-

-wilbur this, wilbur that! y/n think for yourself now-you look at them but look away quickly, god they were staring very close.

-okay okay, i go, but-

-dont talk to people, i know, i know-she hugs you 

and you guys keep chatting a little bit

[day of the party]

-oh Sally, you are also here-you been in this party for some time, looking at people.

-hello y/n, well i guess i need some party in my life-

-yeah, feel that-you laugh a little bit 

-i think wilbur has fellings for you-you almosth choke

-what? Sally! i already told you, we are nothing! just friends-

-maybe but, he looks at you different from how he looks at me-she looks at you serious 

-maybe you are juts over thinking! c’mon you already know how he is-

-no! no i dont!, because when we are together he only talks about you, how you care so much about him, how you hair looks pretty whit the sunset, how you (hybrid characteristic) its so cool, how happy you look while doing something-they stopped for a second-and im not angry okay? me being a mermaid  im not always here, but you are, and you make him so happy, even before i was here.

You stopped everything, its like time stopped, like you life stop.

-I-i didn’t know-you look away 

-its okay, but, do you love him big guy?-

-i-you stopped talking and sigh a little bit-yeah i do

-then go! go and be with him! im pretty sure that nobpdy cares that you both are guys, okay?-

you nod kinda fast

-were is he?-

-just go to his house, you know he hates this kind of partys-

you smile a little bit and you run away, you are gonna tell him everything

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and done! hope you guys likes it!. :D

#dreamsmp #dreamsmpx #dreamsmpxy/n #dreamsmpxmalereader #dreamsmpwilbur #wilbur x y/n #wilbur x male reader #wilbur x reader #male reader #sally the slamon #mcyt x male reader

[cassarilladraws]

I’ve seen so many people talking about the possible revelations in Miraculous from Ephemeral and saying “but it can't go TOO dark this is a 'kids show' right?"  I wish I could go with that but I can't. The last two "kid shows" I watched had terrible, sad, depressing and outright bad endings. I hate sad endings. I prefer happy endings and can like bittersweet ones, if done well. (HTTYD had a bittersweet ending that was satisfying to me.) The last two "kids shows" I'm referring to are Voltron and Tales of Arcadia. Seriously horrendous ways to end things. These shows have something in common with Miraculous. They attracted audiences that are older than the original intended audience. In some cases, this realization causes the writers to move in a darker direction and add more complex storylines. More depth in a show is a good thing, but sometimes the “dark” part gets taken way too far. With Voltron (spoilers ahead) they decided it was okay to dive into a lot of angst and dark storylines, which is fine... but they ENDED that way too. They ended with bad writing, a convoluted plot that made no sense, a major character dying, and the characters that survived were given horrible to mediocre endings. Then because of the mixed audience you’ve got older fans unsatisfied and rightfully upset and then the kids that DID watch the show wondering why their favorite character had to die? Or why their favorite character is so sad at the end. (I read posts from parents who were fans who had try to come up with a good explanation for their children. Because the show gave no good reason for Allura’s death. It shouldn’t have happened and made no sense. That’s ridiculous.) My sister was pregnant while I was really into Voltron and she was having a little girl! While watching I was excited to one day try and watch the show with my niece. I even suggested the name Allura for her name. Needless to say, if I can help it my niece will never know a thing about Voltron. Frankly, I like and prefer shows that are “for kids” but really have a mixed audience. The widespread appeal is fun and awesome.  You get older fans discussing in depth theories, noticing the references kids miss, writing fanfiction, making fanart and making complex cosplays. You also see cute kids looking so adorable in their little Halloween costumes and happily playing with the toys. It’s wonderful! I’ve always been more attached to cartoon characters in those types of shows. When it’s live action or cartoons for “adults” I rarely get attached or truly let myself care too much. I’m like well, they could all die, the actor that plays whoever could want to move on. And the writing can sometimes double down on being dark, edgy, “adult”, and angsty that it often becomes one note and boring. Like people are dying all over the place and everyone’s upset with everybody and there’s all this drama but it’s somehow boring because it’s all the same old thing. Honestly, I have a hard time taking it seriously when shows take themselves too seriously and find myself laughing at things that are meant to be sad or impactful. I want to go on a rollercoaster of emotions with characters and know in the end it’s going to be alright. Cartoons in general are just better at balancing angst and humor and everything else. (I do want to give a nod to Marvel movies as I feel they actually do a good job of this often.) This isn’t to say characters can’t die in these cartoons with such broad audiences, but the main characters shouldn’t--at least not permanently. Shows with this type of audience should feel like something you want to revisit later. Like something the kids watching now want to watch with their kids/nieces/nephews later if they have them. Shows like this have the potential to be long lasting nostalgic and comforting things in the lives of their viewers. It might sound silly but I wish shows and movies had tags like fanfics do. I like angst, actually, but it needs to be "angst with a happy ending." Sad endings are just stupid to me, especially on long running things. (There are obvious examples of this being okay. Movies/shows/books that start out telling you the main character dies and it’s the story of how that happened, shows that are very obviously sad or things based on true events that are tragic. In those cases you know what you are getting into. In a way it’s like the fanfic tags.) But unexpected sad endings just really feel like some writer is out there trying to be edgy. "Thanks for watching/reading for all these years I leave you with pain and regret for ever getting into it!" idk about you but when things end like that I don't want to rewatch/reread and I want to get rid of any merchandise I have relating to it. On the flip side, when things end well I want to continue buying things years later! I want to tell my friends to watch/read it too! I want to proudly wear t-shirts of the thing to see if I can find other fans to talk about it with! Because it’s still fun! It’s still exciting! I still love it! tl:dr Happy endings are good and you’re not being edgy by making your ending sad, you’re just being a jerk to your audience. Especially, if your audience includes kids. This may all be a moot point for Miraculous. Because honestly, Chat Noir and Ladybug give me iconic comic book character vibes. Which means these characters will go through a million iterations and have times with great writing and not so great but be around for decades we may not ever truly see an “ending” and I really want that for Ladybug and Chat Noir so go off if that’s what’s in the future. 

#miraculous ladybug #voltron #tales of arcadia #animation #cartoons #rant #ramble #long post #thoughts

[seamusheaneypdf]

ydo you have any fic recs? Like the absolute best deancas fics you’ve ever read

ooooh i’ve been out of fandom for a hot minute, but these are the few that i’ve read in the past couple of weeks since i got back into it as well as any that i remember from my Early Days of destiel fic when i was like 14 lmao

Rvr Ro11435 by Ferritin4 

AU. Dean and Castiel work at NASA (but not as astronauts) and have to work together on a project. I don’t remember a lot of it because I read the whole thing on a 2 hour drive to visit a college junior year of high school and haven’t read it since, but I remember it has a fair helping of bitchy Cas (which I love) and is overall a great read.

Four Letter Word for Intercourse by bendingsignpost

AU. I just read this yesterday (and all of the sequels today), inspired by the party going on over at @antifacas‘s inbox. Note that it’s super explicit and like, at least half porn if not more (yet, surprisingly very slow burn.) Deals with mental health stuff a fair bit, so be warned. Dean is 32 and a college freshman, very newly realized bisexual, and is enamoured with both his study buddy, Castiel the gender studies professor, and “Jimmy,” the guy he talks to every week on a phone sex hotline. This also has BDSM themes, so be aware of that (specifically, Dean starts exploring his submissive side with “Jimmy”.)

Build a Home by domesticadventures

Canon-verse. Sort of post-canon, I guess--they all save the world, and instead of coming back to the bunker, Cas goes off on his own. Dean doesn’t really handle it well. Lots of not-saying-things, Meaningful Eye Contact, pining, etc. A fair bit shorter than the last two, only about 20k words. 

Asunder by rageprufrock

AU. Dean is a social worker, Cas is a pediatric surgeon. They’re kind of best friends, kind of not at all, then when Dean is freaking out about going back home for Sam’s wedding, Cas offers to come with. Really sweet, I really loved the dynamic between the boys here. Also some nice family dynamics and development there. 

riptides by sharkfish

AU. This is a long one! Sort of strangers-to-fuckbuddies-to-lovers. Dean is a mechanic, Castiel is a well-known writer. Also deals a lot with mental health stuff; Cas has bipolar disorder and there’s discussion of substance abuse. Has a wee bit of Gabriel which I always find fun. 

Outside In by entanglednow

Canon-verse. This is a super short one, just over 1k words, but it’s really great, very poetic; I love pretty much all of entanglednow’s stuff. Dean temporarily has the ability to read minds, but he can’t read Cas’s.

Living in Agony by ChasingRabbits

AU. this one. Dean and Castiel hook up in a bar bathroom one night despite Dean’s insistence that he’s straight. The next morning, they find out that Castiel is the new history teacher at the school where Dean is a gym teacher. Awkward fuckbuddies-to-lovers, with no small amount of angst (but a very happy ending, I don’t do non-happy endings, I’m too Soft.) Both Charlie and Gabriel are in this one and it’s really fun! Once again, mental health stuff abound; Dean has pretty severe depression that he’s not great about dealing with healthily at first. Really, really, really amazing.

No Kingdom To Come by domesticadventures

canon-verse! Set during quarantine, Dean suggests he and Cas should start sleeping together to pass the time. Cas has a greenhouse. Miscommunication abound with a happy ending.

Russian to the Alter by MalMuses

AU. Gabriel asks Dean to enter into a green-card marriage with his brother, Castiel, who lives in Russia and writes kinky gay erotica, but doesn’t feel safe there anymore. It’s meant to be platonic, and just until Castiel is able to remain in the country legally, but--surprise, surprise--it doesn’t stay platonic for long! Also, Dean is a baker.

where the weeds take root by deathbanjo

Canon-verse; post-canon. Once the dust settles, Dean and Cas finally are able to try and figure out what they are to each other when the world isn’t like actively ending. Cas gardens again and they get chickens. Domestic slow-burn, really great.

Empty Spaces by schmerzling

AU. This one HURTS, but it’s beautiful. Very angsty, but a hopeful ending. Dean is taking care of a dying John and goes for runs in the mornings, which is how he encounters Cas, who runs at the same time. Very very heavy mental health warnings on this one; Dean is anorexic and severely depressed -- the fic is also almost too well-written in that the atmosphere is so vivid it got me feeling a little depressed, so be warned. Castiel is autistic, Gabriel features. Really gorgeous story. 

The Thirty-Six Questions That Lead to Love by aeli_kindara

Canon-verse. Fake relationship! Claire! I love the intense conversations and like, extreme romantic tension going on in this one. I can’t even describe it, it’s incredible, go read it immediately. And also go read everything else by this author.

r/supernatural by renrub

this one is SO fun! canon-verse, technically, but the entire fic is in the format of reddit posts made by dean. it’s funny and sweet and just a great read.

profoundly bonded (by law) by sobsicles 

post-canon. Cas and Dean are living together platonically, when Cas asks Dean to marry him and Dean can’t think of a reason to say no. One of the unique things about this fic that I loved was Cas’s just, like, absolute, simple comfort with his feelings for Dean. He doesn’t try to hide them at all, they’re just there. Slowly, Dean realizes that he’s maybe not that straight and his relationship with Cas is maybe not that platonic.

oooooooookay that’s all for now!!! these are really amazing reads!

#nonny #fic recs #correspondence #spn #deancas #destiel #otp: i'll go with you

[bd-wireroses]

They rip and tear and claw for life They meet their father - he finally speaks her name. Garner. He may have boiled her leg, but she got the leg up on him - she lobotomized him on the spot. Her own name had been the last word he growled. Garner.

Not It. Not They. Not Subject G

GARNER

DEROGATORU END

I wanted to keep it short because, while System of Down is scary, I don’t wanna linger on horror and angst here...Let them be happy.

#Derogatoru #Damsel in Doress (Subject G) #Boiling Coffee (Walken) #Art

[eranawrites]

Chapter 2 of Bard's worst friend

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Prompt: works as Comfort from an unlikely source from here Rating: M Pairings: geraskier, valskier Warnings: Orgy, Time Loop, eventual body swap, Pining, Voyeurism, Angst with a Happy Ending, WIP, multichapter Summary: Orgy. Time loop. Eventual body swap. Oh and Valdo Marx is here too.

first chapter on tumblr or ao3

Jaskier sighed, deeply content. His eyes were closed, his lips wet and slightly parted. There was that air about him, of satisfaction and mischievousness.

The man must have been damn good kisser, at least according to Jaskier's blissed out expression. But when Jaskier opened his eyes, he choked on his own spit. It might have something to do with an angry witcher staring daggers at him.

"We need to talk," said the witcher.

"I don't think so," spat Jaskier, still somehow trying to not suffocate.

Geralt clasped the shoulder of a man in front of him, the very one that was kissing Jaskier just few moments before and growled. "Would you mind?" he hissed, enjoying it more than he probably should. "He's bespoken tonight."

"I am not," cried Jaskier clearly indignant but the man, horrified, had taken one good look at Geralt and slipped from his hold. He retreated quickly, probably counting himself lucky that the mutant hadn't done more harm to him. He eyed Jaskier on his way out, possibly wondering whether to call help or not.

Geralt ignored him and turned back to Jaskier.

Ah. He should've been gentler, probably. For a moment Jaskier was so outraged, he couldn't form a sentence. He opened and closed his mouth uselessly few times and then shut his lips tight.

"If you want to fuck with me, Geralt," he crossed his arms at last, his expression cold, "get in the fucking line."

Geralt willed his lips not to smirk and he succeeded only partially. "As tempting as it sounds," he drawled, "that's not what I'm here about."

"So? What," Jaskier chopped the word off with vengeance, "are you here about?"

Geralt thought about it. He went through the motions and now he was sure. He remembered things, small things, mundane things he didn't pay attention to before which were happening in the exact same way and order now. However bizarre, he knew what this was.

There wasn't a way to say it without Jaskier laughing at him, though.

"I want you out."

That startled a breath out of Jaskier.

"You need to leave this residence. Possibly get out of the range of hundred meters even from the gardens. Now."

Jaskier just looked at him for a long time.

"Fuck you, Geralt," he said finally, his tone soft, and then, true to his word, he laughed. "No really, fuck you," he took long breath through his nose. "I haven't seen you in years, haven't thought about you in months, and now you- you what? Appear in my life, so... so big-headed and self-conceited, thinking you get to tell me what I should do? Fuck you, Geralt of Rivia, fuck you to seven hells and back. I won't let you destroy the only night I-"

"I lived this night before."

Jaskier's mouth fell shut.

"...What?"

"You heard me. I lived. This night. Before. It's some kind of curse or spell or... or something. Frigging time-loop," he gritted his teeth. "I lived this night before and if something doesn't change I will live it again."

Jaskier laughed. "Only you would call reliving this charming party a problem."

"It's an orgy."

"See? Reason one why I don't care. If you excuse me-"

"Somebody will die."

Jaskier stopped, his back turned to him, tense. "I seriously doubt it."

Geralt took few deep breaths. "Doubt all you want, Jaskier," he spat. "But I won't let the dead body to be yours." The words flied from his mouth faster than he could think about them. Because that was why he was here, that was his first thought when he realized what was going on, his first thought on so many hunts before.

"Why would you even care?"Jaskier turned. His voice was light but there was an edge to it too. "If it's my destiny to die at orgy, happy and satisfied, so be it. It's not worst ending imaginable."

But no, this wasn't hunt. Hunts were easier. The beast could be identified easily, easily dealt with. Here it took Geralt longer to verify, took him longer to accept it. And apparently on hunts even Jaskier was so much more accommodating.

"No violent death is a happy one," Geralt gritted.

"Who said anything about violence?" asked Jaskier nonchalant. "I might get stroke in between the loveliest thighs that have graced this continent."

"Or you might get slashed into two."

Jaskier clasped his mouth tight. There was silence as he squinted at him, studying him, considering.

"Why are you so hung up on it being my death?"

"Because," Geralt hissed, "I don't care about anybody else's death here."

There was silence between them again, enough for two beats of Geralt's slow heart.

"Wow," said Jaskier slowly, "So you did change. Geralt I once knew used to care about people."

*

Fuck. Fuck this shit, fuck. Jaskier was right. He did care, he always did care for the nameless people and it was messing up his life constantly. But the hypothetical care for these people's lives he felt, paled in comparison to Jaskier's. He seriously didn't know what he thought. That he'll come to Jaskier for help - even if for Jaskier it just involved removing himself from this stupid dangerous situation - and it would be like those years didn't happen? He scoffed at himself. As if.

Jaskier wanted to be prick and not make anything easier for him? Fine. He'll manage. He always did. Even if it sometimes meant catching blow because he was preoccupied with getting Jaskier to safety.

Besides, Jaskier was right. There was no reason for him to be the nameless dead body. He didn't know. He- he simply didn't know. Also - as his consciousness oh so helpfully screamed at him - there was no reason why it shouldn't be him. So.

Jaskier tried to put as much distance between them as possible without outright leaving and Geralt still found himself watching him from corner of his eye whenever possible, listening for his breathing, ready to pounce the moment his heartbeat as much as fluttered.

And his heartbeat fluttered, it did much more than that. After some time, he found him outside, sitting on a stony balustrade railing on a terrace, his back to him, looking into the distance. He had one leg propped up, arm resting on it. Geralt was too far for Jaskier to realize he was there, hiding in the shadows and he remained silent, observing.

Wind blew, bringing cool air with it and Jaskier curled more upon himself, quiet sniff escaping his lips. There was tang of salt in the air and Geralt felt answering pang in his chest. This was all wrong. He imagined many times, what he'll do, say, when - if he ever meets the bard again. None of it in his mind ended like this. He was about to come out of the shadows, when he tensed. The figure - man appeared beside Jaskier and when Jaskier realized, he froze too. Geralt was just pondering how long it'll take him to get there, how much time was needed to kill the man, when Jaskier raised his head, gazed at the man and his shoulders relaxed.

He turned back, looking into the night once more.

"...buttercup."

Jaskier mumbled something, muffled by his chin resting on his arm and then more clearly: "...fuck off."

The man decidedly did not fuck off.

He stood there, looking at Jaskier and at one point he reached his hand to touch his shoulder but then thought better of it. Then he sighed and swung his legs over the balustrade, sitting next to Jaskier. He put his palms flat on the surface, humming gently to himself.

Jaskier hasn't reacted.

They were silent for long time and despite the darkness, Geralt didn't miss the way man's pinky finger reached for Jaskier.

The man sighed again, this time more loudly.

"What happened?" he asked as if no one in particular, still staring into the darkness.

Jaskier didn't answer.

"Do I need to go kill someone in there?" asked the man in low, calm voice. "Bring you their scalp, torture them out of their mind, hm? Though if you tried singing to them, those songs were torturous enough, I'm sure."

Jaskier sniffed once more though his voice was lighter now. "You're an ass," he said.

"Oh, but you love it," replied the man in a sing-song voice. He bumped shoulders with him and Jaskier hasn't flinched or tried to escape.

And suddenly Geralt hated the man. He hated the way he put Jaskier at ease, hated how Jaskier didn't shrink back from his touch the way he did from Geralt's, hated how he was there, just sitting and talking to Jaskier and Jaskier allowed him to. It was irrational and stupid and though he knew, he knew, that wasn't the worst Jaskier allowed anyone to do today - it was Jaskier for fuck's sake and they were at bloody orgy - he was jealous of it the most.

"Come, buttercup," said the man. "I'll buy you a drink."

That startled laugh out of Jaskier. "Drinks are free here and you know it, you cunt."

"So?" said the man not fazed one bit by casually dropped profanity. In truth it sounded too loving to Geralt's ears too. "Why else you think I'm offering?"

"I'd rather sit here for a while, thanks."

The man seemed to consider this and then nodded his head. "I can do that, too," he said quietly.

Geralt closed his eyes and felt sting behind them and it startled him way too much. He knew what it was and couldn't quite believe it. Pain of unshed tears. Now of all times. He hadn't felt that in ages. But then the pain melted, molded itself into something more sharp and flaring, the answering dull thud in the back of his head.

Someone open and closed the door, coming out into the darkness from inside and the moment it took for the door shut, was enough for Geralt to understand.

Ah shit, his mouth slacked in grimace. He spent so much time moping around without figuring out anything useful. How wise of him, indeed.

He heard distant thumping and took deep breath, recognizing the smell of death in the air.

And then the pain and the smells stopped, light wind no longer felt on his face.

#witcher fic #geraskier #valskier #geralt/jaskier #valdo/jaskier #idk if I can still tag you for 2 chapter of the same fic #eh whatever #@themountainarchives #valdo marx #Bard's worst friend #my fic #all comments ARE cherished #the witcher #hope y'all enjoy