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Prologue Preview: Self-Indulgence

Pair: College Matt Murdock x Female Reader (she/her pronouns)

Tags: ANGST, friends to potential lovers, insane yearning to the point of miscommunication, (requited) unrequited love, meet-cute, slow-burn, jealousy, somewhat follows most of canon, eventual smut

Word count: 942 words

Authors note: PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE accept my apology for not writing a fic since 2023. Times got tough but I finally got my diploma and it's been sitting on my kitchen counter since. Who cares, right? But fanfiction writing is back on my arsenal, and so is Daredevil. College Matt, you've had my heart from the beginning.

I've had this fanfic idea for so long about Matt Murdock falling in love with a singer??? I'm a huge swiftie and I think Matt Murdock's stupidity lines up with several Taylor Swift songs. My self-sabotage king. Anyway, most of this will be based off of Taylor Swift songs and I've curated this Spotify playlist a long time ago to map out the plot. So here we are. Concrit is appreciated, and please do reblog.

Coming to your nearest Ao3: "Self-Indulgence"

For the rest of my works, please do take the time to visit my Ao3 masterlist. Thank you!

Law school.

It was a metaphorical ditch.

Matt often found her words poetic, almost optimistic with a level of sadness that lingered deep within; like a heartbeat that faltered every few hundred seconds, unsteady, and maybe he was always the cause of it.

She wasn't just some girl from college or grad school, no— The coeds from Columbia flirted with him until he politely declined, and Foggy would send him a subtle kick to the back of his shoes in disappointment, and a split second of indecision would go through his head until he would backtrack and shyly ask the girl to join him for a drink. The cheap Irish whiskey would linger on his lips until it got smudged with the chemical taste of said girl's lipstick. A sock on his and Foggy's door would stay until the early hours of the morning, until said girl found her way out of his life for another one to step in.

Those girls were easy to talk to, or at least it was for him.

When Matt Murdock met her in Columbia, one semester into his undergrad, it was nothing short of a lucid blur; She had the kind of heartbeat that stood out from the crowd as she weaved through the footsteps of students that didn't even spare her a glance. In a way, he felt unique to notice her, special even. She mistakenly dropped a book in front of his feet and he had to pretend to trip over it— And just like that, she fell into his trap. And he was somewhat delusional for it.

An accountancy undergrad, spoonfed by her parents who had plenty of wealth on their belts that he could only imagine a portion of. She wasn't the type to complain often, but she wasn't the biggest fan of having to go to law school by force. He knew half of his criminal law class were bored out of their minds and only wanted to pass each final for bragging rights to their Wall Street parents who originally wanted their children to go off to Harvard, Yale, or Stanford, but didn't make the cut. He knew he was one of the few who'd actually pursue law after passing the bar, and he was doing everything that he could to make it happen.

It was smart of him, of course, to keep two people in his corner to keep him in check every time he felt like he was slacking. The two, of course, were often the opposite of being responsible; Foggy Nelson kept his optimism every time he'd come back to the dorms with a hidden stash of cheap tequila in his back pack, and she— of all people who shouldn't be in love with cheap alcohol— was a big fan of avoiding extra credit. In a way, their own ways of loosening up kept him busy in trying to get the three of them back on track, and the system worked.

She found her way past the uptight dorm hall marshalls every time, flashing them a polite smile and subtly holding up her advanced law books while holding onto his or Foggy's arm. The ruse of a study session always ended up with a new addition to Foggy's glass bottle graveyard on top of a dresser, mingling with the colorful miniature dinosaurs they they once bought with a dollar for a pack after one of their drunken nights. The dorm room wasn't luxurious, but it felt homely even with the smell of Foggy's cheap body spray and the bin that had always smelled of Chinese takeout leftovers. Sometimes, the smell of her empty energy drink cans would also linger in the room for days until the trash gets emptied out, and if he focused hard enough, her perfume would also linger on the walls.

It was stupid. Crushes were for high schoolers, and he was past the age of yearning for a girl who occasionally called him dude with a displeased tone every time he'd say a lame joke. Her faux disappointment with his humor would always end with a slight chuckle falling from her lips, and that was usually a sign of his victory. He knew she was pretty based on the skipping heartbeats from some of the undergrads that would pass by on campus grounds, and she wasn't opposed to flirting with all kinds of people. It was only flirting for her, and nothing more. She didn't sleep around, which was a relief for her safety around campus, but her affinity to find the nearest stash of alcohol at every party was almost a talent. She didn't, however, fail to hand him a drink as well. Thoughtful of her to not leave him hanging, but thoughtless after her fifth glass of anything with a suspicious scent to it.

He found it endearing.

On the walk back to the dorms, she'd have both arms occupied with holding onto him and Foggy while singing some tune that almost made her sound like an angel. She was full of talent, that much he knew of, and she definitely had several options in the entertainment industry to fall back on if law didn't pan out. Foggy was one to encourage the drunken hymns by joining in with a less graceful rendition, and Matt— he'd be the one giggling through his inebriated state until he found the comfort of his own bed.

In short, the path to law school would fall into the list of things he wasn't particularly fond of, but some if it was easy— Having his friends made it feel easy.

Even if he wasn't sure of how it would all turn out.

[k0mmari]

"Even with his eyes covered in white bandages, Shen Yuan can still feel the way his ‘gaze’ rakes through the crowd of disciples[...]" - Locked and Loaded, Chapter 17: Sympathy for the Devil

[sharknark]

is it really ranwan yaoi art if there's not chu wanning foot action

[sh-teacup]

Went to church today and now im having armandaniel fucking in a church thoughts.. hmmm

[bangtanhoneys]

J-Hope & Grace: I'm Your Hope

It had been utterly hilarious to stand there, front and centre, and watch what was Hobi’s welcome home speech. It had been a lovely thing to do where he thanked everyone and now that he was properly home, he could relax and get on with the couple of schedules that had been planned when he last had a few days off. 

However, as Seokjin had learnt when he finally walked through the door to the home he shared with Grace, it was hard to adapt from life with strict times and ways to being completely free and at your own pace.

This is why Hobi packed a small bag and grabbed a pillow from his bed. There was just a little too much comfort, just a little too much silence, just a little too much freedom for his liking. It was not even twenty-four hours since his discharge and yet already he was struggling. Of course, the military had warned them that this would be a thing everyone experienced and the more you went about your daily life, the more used to being at home you would feel.

But for Hobi, he knew the only person right now who could give him any kind of encouragement was Seokjin and the only person who could give him that sisterly comfort was not even his own sister, but Grace.

The knock on the door surprised the two and made them wary, as they hadn’t expected anyone to pop over unannounced. Dinner was being cooked in the kitchen, the TV in the background was playing some kind of reality show and Grace was already in her pyjamas. 

A wary (but scared) Seokjin checked the door cameras and immediately relaxed. Quick as a flash, leaving behind a confused Grace, Seokjin pulled the door open: “Oh J-Hope!”

Grace laughed to herself and automatically got another bowl out, adding a pair of chopsticks to the table with a glass and popped her head around the doorway.

In typical J-Hope style, glasses and beanie on, there was a Louis Vitton bag with a fluffy pillow on top and a pair of sliders by the door. 

“Ah hyung, oh Gigi!” Hobi was apologetic at first but turned increasingly happy when he got a look at Grace, as if he hadn’t seen her only hours before.

“You planning on moving in?” she asked, chuckling when she found herself wrapped up in a typical Hobi hug.

Seokjin brought the bag over with the pillow, took one look at what he was holding and immediately turned to head upstairs to the spare room. He knew, better than anyone, what was currently running through his dongsaeng’s head. Back in the kitchen and the dining room, Grace was plating up the food and Hobi, ever helpful, was bringing it to the table. 

“You can stay as long as you like,” she was saying as Seokjin returned. “Maybe you can help this one with Run!Jin,” Grace nodded in her partner’s direction and grinned at the scoff she got in return. 

“I had already planned on kidnapping our hope.”

Hobi frowned, having kind of been aware of the plan, but not fully understanding the plan behind it. It was over plating up a bit of kimchi that Grace showed him the video of what Seokjin had planned to do.

“Jwan,” Hobi complained.

“J-Hope!”

Dinner was a long affair of bouncing back and forth ideas for shows, concerts, Grace’s own solo tour, Seokjin’s solo album, the planned kidnapping, the military and the like. By the time it was finished and dessert had warmed his belly, Hobi finally felt like he was home and away from his strict military life.

“Her cooking will do that,” Seokjin grinned as he led Hobi to the spare bedroom where Min-ji had been waiting. 

“Ah, do you want me to move him?” his hyung asked, watching as Hobi spread out the clothes that he had packed with staying for two days in mind. 

“No, I’ve kind of missed him,” Hobi smiled as the cat came over to wander around everyone’s favourite sunshine and then settled on the chair in the corner. 

“Right,” Seokjin gave the cat a beady eye for which he got a stare in return. “Well, you know where the bathroom is and you know where Grace and I are so just come running if you need us.”

“Hyung, I’m not scared of anything anymore.”

That would have been true if the two of them hadn’t jumped when Grace knocked on the door and popped her head around. “All settled?” she asked, walking in and pretending not to notice Seokjin trying to calm his beating heart after the little jump scare.

“I will be. Thank you for letting me stay here Gigi, the apartment was a bit too quiet,” J-Hope sighed as he sat on the bed. 

“I can imagine. Jin needed a video playing in the background of nature songs to get him to sleep the first night he came home.” 

The second eldest playfully glared, shook his fist at J-Hope then left them to it. 

“But you’re back now,” Grace smiled as she smoothed down the covers of the bed. 

It didn’t take Hobi long to settle and with the covers tucked up to his chin, the bedside lamp on (for now), Grace picked up Min-Ji and waited at the door.

The last time she had spent time like this with her sunshine was over six months ago and she wondered if he would remember but ever the one to remember all the members quirks, nicknames and pastimes, BTS’ sunshine and dance leader proved that he was back (at least to Grace.)

“I’m your hope,” he started.

“Your my hope,” she replied with a grin.

“I’m J-Hope.”

[xxoolii]

i very much view them this way, i really do.

[phaltu]

hunger

ranwan | rated e | ch 1

Chu Wanning knows his place. In the cultivation world, it’s a lofty one, his abilities putting him high above others. In the hearts of those around him, it’s inverse. He is too cold for anyone to look at him with warmth, much less touch him.

That knowledge is tested when he's sent on an assignment with Mo Ran to exorcise a lust-fuelled ghost gone mad.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” Mo Ran swears as his eyes sweep over the two long gashes alongside Chu Wanning’s side, his face complicated. “What, you were just going to rinse this off?” “I can take care of myself, Chu Wanning tries, though he catches a glimpse of Mo Ran’s hands and finds himself craving their touch. As if reading his mind, Mo Ran reaches forward with his other hand, his fingertips brushing the skin right beside the claw marks. To his utter mortification, Chu Wanning lets out a small but audible whine. Mo Ran’s fingers pause and Chu Wanning hopes whatever poison must be seeping through his bloodstream, kills him.

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[chuluoyi]

please stop asking me when i’ll post certain fics :’) i have a lot (and it’s not like i’m procrastinating) going on in my life. i can’t give dates either, bc really i don’t know and i don’t mean to prolong it but my daily life is busy as it is 🥲 i have a full-time office job, and it’s chinese new year so there are a lot of festivities and family gatherings i have to attend, and no, i can’t skip them

i’m currently seeing a guy too, so my weekends are usually booked, but ofc i’ll squeeze some time everyday to write… but yes, my writing speed is slower if you compare it to when i used to write for jjk

[celestialbruise]

Can you give Taxian-jun and Chu-Fei a happy ending in their timeline? ❤️🙏

let me just say I LOVE YOU for this!! this truly feels like fate, because the morning I received this beautiful prompt the first thing I thought of when I woke up was 0.5 ranwan and I spent the entirety of my morning routine thinking about a canon divergent fic where taxian-jun and chu fei get their happy ending then I logged onto Tumblr and found this ask in my inbox :’)

I’ve had this idea in my head for awhile and some day I would love to turn it into a fully-realized fic, but the basic premise is a month before Mo Ran lays siege to Taxue palace and Chu Wanning dies, he has a dream detailing the event, every last gory detail. it disturbs Mo Ran so much that he temporarily calls off the plan, and while he’s busy thinking of a way to destroy Xue Meng that won’t have Chu Wanning sacrificing himself, Chu Wanning manages to save him in the interim. 

spoilers past erha volume six ahead!

to be completely honest I don’t know entirely how the flower works (I know about its existence but not much else) but in my head canon, aka for my own personal sanity, I do believe that there is a way for it to be removed, and in this AU Chu Wanning removes it, and though it would take time, and healing, in the 0.5 timeline, they would find their way back to each other, and they would never again part.  

I hope I was able to do your prompt justice, as I truly had such a wonderful time writing this<3

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In the lonely dark, deep into the night, Taxian-jun woke with a scream trapped in his throat, desperately grasping a body that was no longer in his arms. 

He was alone in his bed. No longer was he laying siege to Taxue Palace, kneeling in the blood-spattered snow, holding a deathly cold, winter-pale Chu Wanning who had whispered….

Who had asked him with his dying breath-

“Mo Ran…forgive yourself.”

Mo Ran tore out of Wushan Palace like hell’s hounds were nipping at his heels, ignoring how the winter wind bitterly nipped at his cheeks, at the wetness staining his face, intensifying the chill and its painful bite. 

He couldn’t be gone. He just couldn’t be. 

He couldn’t leave Taxian-jun. Chu Wanning couldn’t leave Mo Ran.

If Chu Wanning left-

If he was dead, then-

What would Mo Ran have left? Who would he even be?

What would be the point of living in a world devoid of Chu Wanning?

Mo Ran ripped open the doors of the Red Lotus Pavilion, his feet automatically carrying him to Chu Wanning’s room, where he found Chu Wanning, lying in his bed, wrapped tightly in blood-red sheets, curled into a tiny ball, just as he always was. The sight both eased and aggravated something that seethed deep within Taxian-jun’s chest. He wasn’t able to breathe. Not yet.

In his haste he stumbled, almost fell, hurrying over the Chu Wanning’s side and without preamble or finesse, yanked one of his arms free from the blankets to clutch desperately as his wrist, searching for a pulse. Mo Ran only needed a single heartbeat to discern that, while softened by slumber, life did indeed still live inside Chu Wanning’s body. And then another heartbeat later, phoenix eyes fluttered open, moonlight catching on long, dark lashes that lifted to reveal hazy amber eyes.

“What-” Chu Wanning started, voice slurring with sleep, eyes only beginning to sharpen with that familiar hate when, without hesitation, Mo Ran pulled Chu Wanning into his arms.

“Wanning!” Taxian-jun gasped, wet, against the side of Chu Wanning’s neck. “You’re here. You’re okay,” Taxian-jun said this as if he couldn’t quite believe it. As if he daren’t hope.

“Mo Ran!” Chu Wanning thrashed inside his arms, hitting his shoulders, but Mo Ran bore it. He wouldn’t risk loosening his grip even a fraction. If he did, if he was careless, if he allowed Chu Wanning to slip away from him, a ghost once more…..Mo Ran hugged him tighter, tight enough to break him. Tight enough to break them both. Soon, Chu Wanning’s struggle ceased. He stilled, stiff and awkward in the cage of Mo Ran’s embrace. When he spoke next, his voice was quieter, a question Mo Ran had no idea how to answer, unable to grasp what the question even truly was.

“Mo Ran?”

Mo Ran shuddered, pulling away, looking into Chu Wanning’s sharp phoenix eyes, eyes that glimmered with light, with life. Eyes that had gone openly, nakedly wide.

“You aren’t allowed to leave this Venerable One,” Taxian-jun hissed vehemently, his heart a painful beat inside of his chest as his hands cupped Chu Wanning’s face, forcing him to meet the fire raging in Taxian-jun’s eyes, the flames that threatened to swallow them both. “Do you understand? This Venerable One forbids it! I forbid you from - who do you think you are……”

“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning gripped his wrists, pulling Mo Ran’s hands away from his face. A face, Mo Ran realized with a start, that was shadowed, filled with too many lines to ignore. “Calm down. You’re shaking.”

Was he? Impossible. But as Mo Ran glanced down to where Chu Wanning’s pale hands tightly gripped his wrist, he noticed his fingers flexing, curling around nothing, wracked with unceasing tremors. 

It was cold outside. He’d run straight out of his bedroom, dressed in only his inner robe….of course, he was shaking. He was furious - Taxian-jun was livid, filled with fiery anger that would not abate, that roiled through his veins like fire. It was maddening. It had nowhere to go. Taxian-jun couldn’t understand it, couldn’t make sense of it, why it felt like he was being torn apart from the inside out. All he knew was that he had held Chu Wanning’s cold, lifeless body inside of his arms, and it had felt real, in the way nothing had in a long, long time. Chu Wanning had left him. Chu Wanning had left him behind, and he wasn’t supposed to leave Taxian-jun, not until Taxian-jun allowed it, which he never would, because Chu Wanning was his, dammit. Despite his hatred, or because of it, Chu Wanning was Taxian-jun’s, and Taxian-jun was-

A cough crawled up his throat, and another, and another, until soon his chest was heaving, his ribs shuddering, his lungs bereft of all breath. Distantly, Taxian-jun registered the taste of blood filling his mouth, cloying and astringent. Taxian-jun felt like laughing. Mo Ran felt like crying.

But when Mo Ran saw Chu Wanning lift a hand towards his wound, a flare of panic ripped through his heart, an icy-cold, paralytic horror he hadn’t felt in years. Mo Ran caught Chu Wanning’s wrist, squeezing, needing the reassurance of a pulse.  

“Don’t. Don’t do it,” Mo Ran rasped, hating how his voice broke. “If you heal this wound….I’ll never forgive you. You can’t.”

Chu Wanning looked at him, brows furrowed, mouth set in a soft frown. Taxian-jun hated it. Hated how Chu Wanning would take this pathetic display as weakness. He was probably judging Mo Ran right now, sneering at him inside his heart, thinking him such a fool-

Taxian-jun almost flinched when the back of a soft, cool hand came to rest against his forehead. He felt his lips part, but no words came to rush out. No insults, no curses, no words of pure, unadulterated hate.

Foolishly, for a moment, Mo Ran wanted to call a name that he hadn’t in years, “....Shizun?”

“Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning whispered, a cold hand cupping his cheek, a gentle thumb drying a stray tear he hadn’t realized had fallen. “You must wake up.”

Taxian-jun stared at him, dazed. “Wake up?” He muttered, shaking his head, voice shrinking as he breathed, hesitantly. “This is….just a dream?”

The delicate jut of Chu Wanning’s throat bobbed as he swallowed, “Mn,” and then, with featherlight fingers, ever-so-carefully, he tucked a loose strand of hair behind Taxian-jun’s ear. For a second, Mo Ran found himself leaning into the touch. “It’s just a dream.”

“I didn’t know,” Mo Ran told him, hushed like a secret. “It felt so real. This Venerable One….is confused. I’ve just been so confused, lately. It’s Xue Meng’s fault. This fucking wound - it hurts, all of the time. My chest won’t stop hurting. It’s driving me insane.” 

Mo Ran bit his tongue before he could reveal more. Even in a dream, it felt far too vulnerable, far too stupid to reveal such a fear. Mo Ran had ears and he heard all the rumors the people whispered below his throne. He was a tyrant. He was bloodthirsty, cruel, worse than a beast. He was losing himself. 

He was going mad. 

“Wanning, how do I….how do I know what is real?” Mo Ran muttered, burying his face inside his hands to hide his burning eyes. He was just-

Mo Ran was tired. So, so very tired. He ached, down to his very bones. 

“Lie down,” Chu Wanning murmured, guiding Mo Ran to the bed. “You’ll feel better after you’ve slept.”

Something in Mo Ran protested this gentleness - surely it was only a prelude to more cruelty? But exhaustion was a heavy, pressing force. Inescapable. Like a limp puppet, all strings cut, Taxian-jun allowed himself to be arranged supine, and though every fiber of his being shied away from the almost gentle way the blankets were tucked in around his body, for some reason he couldn’t muster up the strength to bat Chu Wanning away, like he normally would have. In fact, Mo Ran couldn’t seem to tear his eyes, lucifugous and hot, away from Chu Wanning at all. And when Chu Wanning stood it was entirely involuntary, the way Mo Ran’s hand shot out to grab his wrist.

“Will you be here, when this Venerable One wakes?” Taxian-jun asked, and maybe he meant it as a threat, but it came out as a desperate plea. Still, the derision and contempt he had come to expect from Chu Wanning was nowhere to be seen on his visage which looked in the shadows, simply put, haunted. Conflicted. 

Lovelorn. 

“Mn,” Chu Wanning sat down beside him, and didn’t try to free himself from Mo Ran’s grip. “I’ll be here.”

“You won’t leave?”

“I won’t leave.”

“Promise?”

“....I promise.”

Taxian-jun nodded, and though he began to drift, caught in-between veils of the living world and the insensate realm of black, his grip around Chu Wanning did not loosen, and he still found himself whispering a question, one he somehow knew only Chu Wanning held the answer to. 

“Do you think dreams have any meaning?”

Just before unconsciousness could claim him once more, a whisper rang through his ears, soft-spoken yet achingly clear. 

“Sometimes.”

Then….Mo Ran just wouldn’t go. Chu Wanning couldn’t do anything foolish so long as Mo Ran stayed to make sure he behaved. Right? He couldn’t let Xue Meng live, or that damn Mei Hanxue - but he could think up another plan. He had time.  

-

Chu Wanning didn’t know how long it had been since Mo Ran had cried in front of him. Certainly, not since he was a boy

That meant he was still in there, somewhere. A heart still beat within the blackened, thorny brambles wrapped around Mo Ran’s chest.

There was still hope. 

There was still a way back from hell. 

Chu Wanning’s breath shuddered as it left his lungs. 

He wouldn’t leave his disciple. He wouldn’t stand back and watch as Mo Ran lost any more of himself than he already had. 

“It will be okay, Mo Ran,” Chu Wanning murmured, watching how the moonlight flickered across Mo Ran’s sleeping face, and how the knot of tension in between his brows only smoothed out when Chu Wanning squeezed his hand, tight, tight enough to leave his mark. “This master promises. I won’t leave you behind.”

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[chupenguin]

Sunset of the Reaping made me do a the hunger games rewatch and that got me thinking about these and im still so proud of them!!!!! Please go read Sheep on the Breast by @nacaharachuya a super cool skk thg au!!!! She gave me Dazai with Spike Spigel vibes what more I can ask for?? Also skk desings inspired by @imsofrancey art

[kagiura-akira]

Suddenly the idea of Mo Ran teaching Chu Wanning to kiss is infinitely funnier than it should be bc meatbun just straight up said "yeah he's a monster in bed but he's kissed MAYBE three people and he almost never does it" lmao

[lilac-hecox]

Hi! Wanted to ask you about what you've read since May. I look forward to reading the ianthony fics you recommend on there.

Sure! I really love doing them just have not had the will or time honestly!

Slipping by @japhan2024 Ian/Anthony - ianthony - short and sweet of Ian and Anthony with Anthony feeling insecure and Ian being there to support him.

Ian doesn't want to talk about it by @japhan2024 Ian/Anthony - ianthony- short again but a great mix of angst and sex and I'd love to see more!

I'll Be Blowing Out Candles (And Wishing For Someone Like You) by @xxmoonch1ldxx - Ian/Anthony - ianthony- A great idea where the story goes through Anthony's various birthdays through the years and touches on the growth of he and Ian's relationship!

Paint Me This Way by Anonymous Ian/Anthony - ianthony- So hot and sensual and I assume this was written by the same anonymous author that I will put another of their fics on here but I LOVE IT. It's trans!Ian and gorgeous! (anon if you're on tumblr pls hmu so we can be friends).

Love Like Magic by @sheisaquarius-blog Ian/Anthony - Ianthony- multiple pairings - This was my dearest Kalli's big bang fic and it is so soft and cozy and echoes community and slice of life. I adore it.

Ian's Hearing Aids by Ianisgay Ian + Anthony - platonic ianthony - This is a platonic Ianthony where Ian has hearing aids and gets a little overwhelmed in the process of adjusting to them and Anthony is there for him. It is short and sweet.

Reflection by @sheisaquarius-blog Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Spicy fic during divorce era. Kalli thrives on angst and sex melded together. This is so good. Its delicious and hot and hurts all at the same time. She is also working on an eventual sequel!

Be my Mistake by @wienersmosh Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Spicy fic another fic that is the divorce era. It is a beautiful blend of pain and eroticism.

Tell Me I'm Pretty by Sociallyunawaresillyguy Ian/Anthony - ianthony - A mtf!Ian which discusses Ian's feelings for Anthony post-reunion and an attraction between the two of them. At the time it has 4 chapters and is not yet finished.

I wish I could be a girl (and that way you'd wish I could be your girlfriend) by Anonymous Ian/Anthony - ianthony - MTF!Ian focusing on Ian's gender journey. Very interesting with leanings of Ianthony. Also chaptered and not yet completed.

bury my heart underneath these trees by @sheisaquarius-blog Ian/Anthony - ianthony - set in the Anthony's funeral universe where Ian and Anthony are both priests. It is dark and sexy and so, so gorgeous! I love this fic so, so much.

Balls Deep in the Buca di Beppo by Anonymous Ian/Anthony - ianthony - A crack fic took seriously where Ian and Anthony have sex at the Buca di Beppo after vidcon.

(My Love) Mine, Mine, Mine by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - spicy as hell and jealous power bottom!Ian!

Something About Your Face (I Don't Know Whether To Kiss It, Or Punch It) by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Spicy fic with top!Ian. Vik is always so good about incorporating kinks and making a hot as fuck fic!!!

Dare by Orphan Account Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Kinky - I read this mostly because I remembered that Ian and Anthony irl read this in one of their fan fic videos pre-divorce era! Basically a fandom gem in that sense!

Written in Our Fate by @chu-tea Ian/Anthony - ianthony - now I think I rec'd this in a diff ask but still I will do it again here! It is sweet and emotional and is Anthony figuring out how to confess his feelings to Ian. It incorporates Anthony's art and journaling and it just has such a cozy feeling to it.

Without You by Anonymous Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Major Character Death!!! Ian passes away and this follows Anthony in the process of that. There is a tiny little twist of sorts at the end of this that left me punched in the face.

savor this with everything i have inside of me by Anonymous Ian/Anthony - ianthony - This is the fic I suspect might have been written by the same author of Paint me This Way as it is trans!Ian and Anthony and he practically worships Ian's body. This is hot as hell.

Accidental Sleepover by thek9kid Ian + Anthony - platonic ianthony - where teen Ian falls asleep at Anthony's house. Cute and platonic and just feels good to read!

Snake Bites by @sheisaquarius-blog Ian/Anthony - ianthony - old school!Ian gets snake bite piercings and Anthony cannot deal in the slightest! Teen rating!

let's make it worth it by @sheisaquarius-blog Ian/Anthony - ianthony - spicy - this was written for me and as a sequel to another piece Kalli wrote and it is beautiful. I cannot express enough how much I love this and the emotional depth and sheer hotness of it all.

one step closer by piggeh Ian/Anthony - ianthony - fluff of pre-divorce! Ianthony getting married. Short and sweet! I believe I read this for comment bingo!

(Don't Be Afraid) We'll Make It Out Of This Mess by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Ian and Anthony get engaged over the holidays and it is so freaking cute and fluffy and deals with Ian at home with his family.

You're So Pretty, God, I Swear That It's Painful (I Whisper Things Only We Know) by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - This is funny and spicy and cute all at the same time which is something that Vik is perfect at in his writing!

The Kintsugi Kid by Kileykao Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Angsty and unrequited ianthony. This hurt so good. It is such a good story. It's the kind that sticks with you after you read it. A divergence where Smosh ended at the fall of Defy.

you're always holding on to stars by @wienersmosh Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Love confessions and being back in Sacramento. This is soft, sweet, and sad all at the same time.

Look at me by @lovethesnark Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Ianthony! drug use and their first time together.

Sunday Morning by jackiestolz Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Fem slash!Ianthony! Spicy little morning female Ianthony fic!

(From The Day Of The Universe's Creation And Beyond) We're Eternally Together by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - a short, sweet, so cute ianthony set around valentines day!

This Memory of You I Cannot Erase by Sandrene09 Ian/Anthony , Anthony/Kalel - ianthony - an au where Anthony loses his memory and is in a coma and Ian is the being that is meant to keep his memory. No happy ending. Made me cry but it's so beautiful.

(If You Want Me To Stay For The Rest Of My Life) You Got Me by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - A hurt/comfort where Anthony believes he is only worth his looks and Ian teaches him otherwise. With safeword use and after care!

Sweeter Than Sugar, Hotter Than Milk by Sandrene09 Ian/Anthony - ianthony - a cute little bakery!au where Anthony runs a cafe and Ian is a writer who visits and they maybe fall in love.

Like A Lightning Bolt, Your Heart Will Glow (And When It's Time, You'll Know) by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - a past and future fic that reflects on a fourth of July Ianthony spent in their youth and one spent once they reconnected. So cute and lovely and written for me by my beloved pookie!

this must be my dream by @wienersmosh Ian/Anthony - ianthony - one of the first ianthony fics I read even before I made the lilacfoxes ao3 account! I wanted to go back and re-read and comment from the beginning to catch up because this fic is a favorite of mine! Set during the divorce. Anthony and Mykie break up and Anthony tries out a gay dating app where he finds someone he doesn't expect. Not yet complete.

(Nothing Else Ever Felt So Right) Diving Deep Into You And I by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - based on the werewolf episode where the Bit City title came from. Anthony as Topher and Ian as himself working in a strip mall where Anthony works at Blockbuster and Ian at PinkBerry. Cute and funny!

Hypothetically Yes (Theoretically Forever) by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Some very sweet fluff involving Ian and Anthony discussing marriage at Shayne and Courtney's reception!

Ashes in my Mouth by @chu-tea Ian + Anthony - platonic ianthony - some warnings for abuse - but Chu handled this prompt beautifully.

Sharp Tongue, Sharper Knife by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Ian and Anthony and knife play! Spicy!

Take A Bit Of Me, Boy, Show Me Your Teeth (I'm A Tough Bitch) by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Pain play with Ian and Anthony where Anthony is a big ole pain slut.

(Now Your Song Is On Repeat) And I'm Dancing On To Your Heartbeat by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - A fluffy sweet fic where Ian and Anthony dance and reminisce with one another.

Driven Batty by @chu-tea Ian/Anthony - ianthony - ANTHONY IS A VAMPIRE AND IAN SLOWLY DISCOVERS THIS! It's unfinished but it's so, so good and set pre-divorce and around the summer games camp version!

Darling, Let Me Trace The Lines On Your Tattooed Heart by @xxmoonch1ldxx Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Anthony gets a new tattoo and Ian appreciates it. Fluffy and cute!

The Things I do for You by @japhan2024 Ian/Anthony - ianthony - Spicy little Ianthony fic kinky as well!

a broken heart looks good on you by @sheisaquarius-blog Ian/Anthony - ianthony - The first part to let's make it worth it. The car sex in this fic has stuck in my brain permanently! It's so hot and so well done!!!!

[bangtanhoneys]

GRACE TOUR DIARY: April 3rd 2025 - New York City

The red roses were the first thing Grace woke up to the next morning. She could see them in their vase as they sat on the vanity table of the bedroom of her hotel suite, and the team had already packed away the teddy bear. It was going to be a long but hectic day—soundcheck, go through any rehearsals of pieces that needed a last-minute touch, and then it would be the concert, and afterwards, straight to the airport to head to Seoul.

It was a little vacation, but at the same time, the concert that the idol industry and the government had put together as a tribute to BTS had fallen right in the middle of her tour. It was a little amusing that they would do this after everything that they had put BTS as a group through. 

None of the boys would be performing, with those in the military given leave to attend. It had been put to her while she was planning her own concert whether she would attend or perform, seeing as she would be the only member to do so (something she questioned as to why she would be the only one performing but it was easier to bite your lip and say nothing).

There had been a lot of secret planning and a lot of secret rehearsals with those idols and groups already signed up, and somehow Seokjin had found out. He had accidentally seen the concert plans and set list, seeing Grace’s name predominantly with some of their hardest yet popular songs. Sworn to secrecy, Seokjin locked his mouth up, threw away the key, and said nothing. 

Yet the red roses and the note meant he hadn’t forgotten she would be flying into Seoul tomorrow, undercover to hide the fact she was back in the country. 

But that was later, and right now, Grace had to perform on the last night of the American leg of her tour.

Second nights were always easy—it was the same thing; maybe one or two costume changes added a bit of variety to the night—same venue, crew, dancers, city. There had been no major hiccups other than one VCR didn’t play on time for when it was needed, and some dancers wanted a run-through of two songs, In My Head and Dangerous Woman. Everyone knew the songs like the back of their hands, but sometimes a refresher was needed. 

After all, it had been a while since they had put together the concert with all the songs, VCRs, costumes, and dance routines. 

A long, refreshing shower woke up Grace, and she could see that her blonde dye would need a top-up soon. That would need to be added to the list of things to do the moment she got to Seoul, and that list was growing every moment. 

“Just think about your own concert, not that one coming up,” she muttered to herself as she changed into her casual clothes to go and get breakfast and meet up with the team.

There was nothing to report over breakfast, and with plenty of time until she had to drive over to the Barclays Center, she packed up everything in her room and mournfully looked at the red roses. They wouldn’t be able to come on the flight with her, and as much as she wanted to take them with her, it wasn’t going to be practical. So the note was tucked carefully into her purse and with instructions to give the flowers to someone who would appreciate them for longer than she could, Grace was ready to go home.

Rehearsals went smoothly, and any little knots were worked out. Dancers were happy, the team were happy, the venue staff were happy, people selling food and merchandise were happy, and all Grace had to do was wait. 

She hated waiting and was one of the most impatient people in the group, always just wanting to get on stage and just go for it. The wait to get into costume, grab her mic, pump up her dancers, and then finally, finally, get on stage - it allowed for unwanted thoughts to creep into the mind. 

What if no one turned up? You sold out the stadium for two nights in 10 seconds. 

What if there was a threat? There is plenty of security and police around to stop it. 

What if you mess up? You’ve done this job for nearly thirteen years, so what?

As the costume for the opening segment slid up her legs, Grace allowed herself to relax. The chatter of the staff and the noise of the crowd above her allowed the nervousness and anxiety to wash away. The moment the mic was in her hand and her team was pumped up, the idol persona washed over her, and in that moment she was Grace of BTS. 

“New York!”

The crowd was even louder than the night before. The lights, the signs, the costumes, the people - it was just bigger and louder and more hyped up than anything she had seen. It was as if they knew this would be the last time they would see a BTS member until they were all back together again and back for their world tour. 

“Welcome to the In My Head tour! Are you ready to help me finish this leg of the tour?”

Grace grinned at the noise in return and nodded, letting the crowd and their feelings hype her up through every performance. 

And when it got towards the end, when they knew the BTS song was coming, the noise grew. 

“This is the last night of the American leg of the tour, and it seemed only right to have this song for this moment. I just wanted to say thank you to all of the team, staff, dancers, band, venue staff, and, of course, ARMY. You have come out in your thousands to fill up this stadium of 17,000. And to those who are outside, I hope to see you all soon when we will hopefully be back as an eight. Until then, let me remind you of a special place.”

The instrumental of Magic Shop soon started, and it took all of Grace’s professionalism not to stop singing and burst into tears. Hearing 17,000 voices sing along to a Korean song that was written with ARMY in mind, and after all the hard work, pressure, tiredness, and sickness and everything else that came along with creating this tour, this song meant more than anything.

She had a good cry in Sejin’s arms when she got backstage, and her bodyguard stood in front of them, not even letting the normal BANGTAN BOMB cameras capture this moment. Every bit of emotion that had been built up from releasing her own solo album to now was coming over in a wave of tears. Sniffling quietly as the make-up artists cleared her face of make-up, her last costume off and packed away, and she was back in normal clothes as handfuls of tissues were passed her way.

“Sorry,” she chuckled as she wiped her nose.

“Nothing to be sorry for,” Sejin sighed. “I’m surprised this hasn’t happened already. The Grammy's, I think, were a good sign of you starting to realise what the music industry and the world think of you, and it wasn’t because of what band you belong to.”

“It was just listening to them all sing Magic Shop. It was as if I felt every bit of their emotion and thought in that one song. That all their worries and happy thoughts came at me at once, knowing they were happy to see me but sad at the same time because who knows when we can come back here?” The tissue in her hands was replaced with a new one from her bodyguard and Grace let out a huge sigh.

“I want to go home,” she chuckled and rubbed a hand over her face.

While some of the team were going to stay behind to pack up costumes and make sure they arrived at the next location as well as the stage, the rest of them would be heading home for a little break. Not that Grace, Sejin, Hana, the bodyguards, or the make-up/costume team were going to have much time. 

The drive to the airport was quiet. The Barclays Center faded from view, as well as the few concertgoers still hanging around. And the lights of the highway from Brooklyn down to Queens illuminated the car now and then, and finally, the JFK airport came into view. 

Check-in was handled quietly and discreetly, with the private plane ready to go. As much as Grace had baulked at the idea of even having a private plane, especially one that would fly to Seoul, the government had already booked it for her to make sure that she flew home safely and arrived on time to get to rehearsals for their tribute concert.

It was awkward getting on a plane where everyone treated you like you were royalty, but once she was in her seat with a blanket thrown over her, Grace didn’t care. There were fifteen hours of flying to get through and much-needed sleep to be caught up on. 

But first.

Grace pulled out her phone and opened up the messages to Seokjin.

‘ On the plane and ready to fly home. See you in about sixteen hours.’

The reply came just as she fell asleep.

‘I’m already counting down the minutes. See you at the airport. Love you.’

[haveyoureadthisfanfic]

Summary: Ned shoved a bright purple tamagotchi into Peter’s hands. “What is this?” Peter asked. “That’s Karen.” Peter looked between Ned and the tamagotchi. “What?” “I ran out of room on the external drive,” Ned said. Peter blinked at the tamagotchi. A tiny circle with a face was bouncing around the screen. There was a little pixelated skull in the corner. “You downloaded Karen onto a tamagotchi?” “My mom was coming! I panicked!”

Author: @niniblack

Submitter: @city-of-all-tunas

Note from submitter: a fantastically hilarious fic in a perfect Tony-is-alive no-identity-reveal post-FFH world

[phaltu]

hunger

fuck or die | E | complete

Chu Wanning deals with the aftermath by ignoring it.

More silence passes as Chu Wanning tries to think of the proper thing to say. Apologies are not his style, but they had crossed a line last night, even if it was to ensure Mo Ran did not die.  “Laoshi,” Mo Ran blurts out. “I’m so sorry—” Chu Wanning’s spared the expense of thinking about it any further. His stomach swims at Mo Ran’s words and he cuts in with some mercy. “You’re fiddling around too much,” Chu Wanning says curtly. The last thing he wants to do is hear Mo Ran fumble through an apology, how he didn’t mean to do any of it, how he’ll repent, how he regrets, regrets, regrets.  “It’s annoying.” Mo Ran bites his lip and Chu Wanning can see a dark bruise on his neck, from where Chu Wanning mindlessly bit him in a hazy moment. Chu Wanning will have to think of his own way to say sorry. 

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