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does anyone have recs for soft cuddly fics?

yesss absolutely, here u go!!:

- when pete falls in love by forbiddentoast (2k words)

- i am thinking it must be love by beacollapsingstarwithme (1.5k words)(this one is locked so u have to be logged in to read it!) - head scratches are for lovers (chicago softcore) by anonymous (901 words) - you look so good in blue by dogboytrohman (1.2k words) - your heart is my only home (come closer) by wedontfightfair (3k words) - i gave you my heart by fulltimeproblem (5k words) - don't dare stop by intocooperstown (1.5k words) - space (negative, personal, created, hated) by toorational (2.4k words)(there's 3 parts to this and a companion piece, highly rec reading it all but this is the first part!!)

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probably one of the very first fics that made me fall in love with lee minho. this fic forever has a special place in my heart <3

youngblood ↠ lee minho

◦ genre: college!au, best friends to lovers!au; angst, fluff

◦ pairings: reader x minho

◦ word count: 17.4k

◦ description: lee minho crashes at your apartment four out of seven days in a week, but you’re the crashing for him.

◦ warnings: explicit language, mentions of alcohol, suggestive, slow af burn

◦ a/n: hello after 4 months of not writing !!! self-quarantine brings out the best in me (due to lack of responsibilities) & here’s the fic I’ve been working on for the past week; I hope you like it :)

one.

Lee Minho tells you that he drowned his AirPods during that one campfire social by the beach and that he can’t afford to buy a new pair because he’s a dirt poor, money-starved college student who survives solely off of Shin Ramyun and its complementary mushroom flakes.

You know this because 1) he’s mentioned it before during the ten-minute break of your three-hour-long marketing lecture and even got the professor involved in a heated discussion about Apple’s obligation to make all of their product lines waterproof for maximum customer brand loyalty, 2) the past several calls with him have been staticy and demonic sounding, and 3) he actually FaceTimed you during his grocery trip last weekend and asked whether he should buy two five-packs of Shin Ramyun or one. You said one, but you’re pretty sure Minho’s too fucking weak to pass up on that two-for-one deal.

So here you are, grocery shopping on a Friday night (because you’ll never wake up early on a Saturday morning) and listening to your best friend wail about his misfortunes through the phone as you’re slapping every watermelon you come in contact with.

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this is absolutely adorable and i will spend the rest of my day thinking abt this post

Stray Kids as Public Transportation Clichés

❥[bang chan] protecting you when the tram stops too abruptly…

Leaning against your boyfriend in the tightly packed space of the tram on your way back from a museum date, you’d already forgotten what ridiculous joke you were laughing at. The tens of pairs of eyes probably staring at you, possibly even glaring, phased you no longer when he stood beside you, that dumb wide smile on his face, too proud of himself for his own good.

You paid no mind as he playfully rolled his eyes and looked away from you. “Come on, it wasn’t that funny! You’re overex—”

Both of you were cut off, stumbling about. Quiet squeals of surprise and curses of the passengers filled the tram. The tram came to an abrupt stop, blaring its horn at the car that had swerved into its lane.

You almost would have lost your footing right then. Your hand reached to grab onto the railing to keep yourself upright. Chan was faster than you. 

Before you knew it, his left arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you tightly into his chest, as his right arm held onto rails. You sighed out in belief when your feet felt steady again and the tram continued its way calmly again. 

“Are you okay?” he asked you, hand lowering to rub your back in a soothing manner as you nodded. He breathed out in relief and offered you a smile that made you forget as fast as the event had happened.

❥[lee minho] waiting for you at the bus stop late at night… 

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oh this one hurt

[ static / bang chan ]

wc: 487

a/n: i have an inconsistent but consistent formatting to my fics, sorry. also, if i have a title idea then it gets a title. if i don’t, it gets a timestamp. thats how it works. also this made more sense when i wrote it last night but now it doesnt and idk if its bc im tired and the two states of tiredness doesnt cancel out, or if.. smth else, idk. enjoy ehe see u w another wriitng piece in 3 months (jkjk)

Bathed in red, it was like the end of the world had come - and perhaps it had, for Chan’s heart felt like it had stopped alongside everything outside, his breath caught in his throat as he glanced across to the passenger seat. You were leaning on your seatbelt, chest rising and falling gently as the engine lulled you to sleep.

If this was the end, he thought, it wasn’t all too bad.

Of course, like any other person, he had his fair share of small regrets. Never getting to try that new ramen place that had just opened down the street from his apartment, never buying a brand new car, never beating the boys in Mario Kart, and you.

Everything always came back to you.

Never being able to tell you he was in love with you would probably be his biggest regret - but he had accepted long ago that this love of his came with the increasingly heavy burden of silence.

He had watched you love everyone and everything with the type of love he himself wished to show you. The show stopping love that turned heads whenever you ran across the room to throw your arms around a friend you hadn’t seen in a long time. The blinding love you radiated while talking about your most favourite things. The soft love you showed in the crinkle or your eyes and lift of your lips when you read a book, the characters playing out the story in your mind.

He wanted to love you with the electrifying love that propelled you, one night long ago, to scream the lyrics of your favourite songs, and no matter how out of tune you were, you had done it all night. You’d woken up with a sore throat the next day, he remembered, for you had called him all croaky and hoarse and he had laughed at you the way someone in love laughs when the subject of their affection is just too endearing. He wants to love you the way you loved the sore throat and raspy voice that morning - with no regrets whatsoever, despite the pain.

But Chan, poor Chan with his unrequited love, could only love you the with a static kind of love - the kind that built up its potential silently inside of something without anywhere to go, forever trapped and unmoving.

Green light filled the car, and it took Chan some effort to pull his gaze away from your sleeping figure - cars across the street had begun to drive again, headlights passing across your features. A mesmerising thing to watch, Chan thinks, but perhaps it was simply because he was in love.

The world was like traffic, unlike his static love. Everything kept moving cyclically, only catching the few unlucky ones every now and then in red light. A momentary pause in the grand scheme of everything.

Chan faces the front again, his foot shifting over to the gas pedal. Someone like him had to move on, eventually.

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still one of my favorite lee know aus

as the world caves in — lee minho.

pairing: lee minho x gn!reader

word count: 1.4k

genre: angst.

warnings: apolyptic au-ish, major character deaths, mentions of the end of the world, sadness, pain, angst.

author’s note: i found this song by accident while i was just casually watching covers on youtube. to my surprise, i actually first thought of minho while listening to this—thus, the idea of this fic was born. i’m so emotional while thinking of this so i hope i can actually do the idea in my head justice.

this is also somewhat inspired by a specific scene in star wars: rogue one. however, you don’t have to know that movie if you haven’t seen it yet in order to understand this, so don’t worry.

feedback is greatly appreciated.

you feel the world’s violent tremors beneath your feet.

minho’s fingers deliberately tightens around yours as the two of you run past rubbles and debris of fallen posts along the streets. you can see the disarray from the environment around you—cars honking, people in hysteria, glass shattering from the shops downtown as some desperately steal items to keep themselves alive. your heart was on your throat and you can feel the anxiety gripping inside of you, but minho pulls on your arm slightly to tear you away from the sight.

“just keep running,” he says in the midst of the chaos, his warm – yet driven – gaze on yours. “we’re close. we’ll be okay.”

your feet were burning, and his back was hurting from running for almost 2 hours now. just hours ago, you were dropped with the announcement that the government will shut everything down before the earth finally burns to the ground. oxygen will deplete in less than 60 minutes, and everyone was preparing for the inevitable death they’ll face—whether they liked it or not.

in your case, you were with minho. how you ended up tagging along with him—you didn’t know, nor did you expect it. you could remember how you were coming home from university just when your city blared alarms and signalling statements that ‘doomsday’ was nearing. you can recall the way people dismissed it as bullshit and fake news, until you overheard multiple gunshots from the distance. you remember how you were frozen right on the spot before you were suddenly caught up in between his arms when he pulled you to safety away from the military in charge.

he was no stranger, of course. you’ve been in the same class as him since the start of college, but you were never bothered to talk to him. though, when the chaos erupted, you were thankful you at least saw a familiar face.

2 months. everyone was only given until the end of december 31 before they shut everything down. before the oxygen depletes. before the world finally caves in.

your thoughts are interrupted when minho leads you to the alleyway you knew all too well. at the end of it was a trapdoor leading to your ‘hidden’ underground refuge. as he opens up the door, you feel the ground rumble again.

“quickly.” says minho, and you comply – grabbing hold of the extra bag he was holding, going in first before he follows from behind.

reaching the bottom of the ladder, you jump slightly with the sound of your watch going off as it alarms. you suck in a shaky breath, stomach filling with dread. 11:00 PM.

you place the bags down on the couch, your teeth catching your bottom lip.

“minho,” you call out. you watch as he just stands there near the ladder, looking into his phone as he furrows his eyebrows. you frown slightly, calling him again, louder this time around. “minho.”

he turns to you, just realizing that he was too distracted. “sorry,” he apologizes, shoving his phone inside his pocket. “they already cut off the signal.”

“well that’s a start,” you sigh. “it’s 11. we have an hour left.”

minho doesn’t say anything, but his silence was a sign that he isn’t too thrilled either. you tilt your head to the side, eyes landing on the fresh cut on the side of his face that he got earlier. he catches you staring, and a teasing smile makes its way to his lips.

“paint a picture, it’ll last long.”

you scoff, “we’ll die before i finish it.”

he laughs, amused by your morbid humor. “amazingly funny, but true.”

“let’s get that cleaned up,” you point at the cut on his face, and minho cocks an eyebrow at your remark, but you shrug your shoulders slightly as you take his hand and drag him towards the couch. “might as well do something before the world ends.”

“we could dance.” minho suggests. you stifle a laugh.

“i’d rather not, lee,” you reply. “i’m not a dancer.”

as you reach to the side for the first aid kit, minho tries to mask his disappointment from your rejection with a chuckle. it was his final night alive, and he really wants to dance with you.

he takes a seat on the couch, and you sit down beside him. you click your tongue, holding his chin gently as you move it slightly to the side. he watches you close, his gaze remaining on yours as he takes you in quietly. he can feel his heart thump against his chest – and for whatever reason, he did not know or did he want to admit it.

when you dab a damp towel around his wound, he flinches slightly. you scoff slightly, “this is the result of being too cocky with the cops.”

minho flashes you a proud smile, “don’t you just love it when you get them riled up?”

“minho, stop that. you could’ve died.”

“but i didn’t,” he points out as a matter-of-factly. “i’m here with you now, aren’t i?”

“who knows,” you tease. “you might be a hologram right now.”

he chuckles under his breath – about to say something back, but a large quake ripples around you. it sends you almost toppling over, but minho quickly grabs hold of your hand, pulling you towards him. you land face first into his chest, grunting a bit, but all you can feel is the anxiety rushing through you as the hideout you were staying in shakes violently. you hear more alarms from above you, the echoed panicked screams from civilians—

until the earthquake stops.

the alarm beeps again.

11:45.

“the quakes are getting stronger,” minho’s voice drops into a whisper, his lips gently brushing the side of your head while you are pressed against him. a shiver runs down your spine, fingers grabbing hold of his shirt. “i guess—”

you swallow. “this is it, huh?”

here it is, our final night alive.

the world tremors once again. this time, angrier.

reaching forward, you take refuge in the comfort of his embrace. he entwines your fingers with his so they wouldn’t drop away so easily.

“let’s go to sleep,” minho says, his hand gently rubbing your shoulder as he keeps you locked in his embrace. your chest tightens – immediately knowing what he meant. such an eerie way to comfort someone, and if not for your current situation and fate, you would’ve said a remark back.

but it never comes. instead, your lips curl into a small smile, yet the sadness in your eyes reflects a thousand words unsaid.

“i’ll see you the moment i wake up, right?” you ask, mustering everything up as you try not to choke on your own words.

you can feel the slow, burning sensation in your lungs as the air goes thin. the world trembles underneath the two of you. you hear sirens wailing from above. this is the end, isn’t it. minho’s hands grip on you a little tighter, but he doesn’t show you that he was struggling to breathe himself – that he was panicking with every fiber of his being. there is nowhere else to hide.

somehow, even if he isn’t very fond of showing it, he’s at least thankful he was with you in the last moments of his life. a kiss would be nice too, perhaps, and he wishes he could’ve done that when the earth wasn’t on the brink of burning down to the ground—but, holding you close was enough.

“good night, y/n.” he mutters.

it happened slowly, then all at once.

an unfathomable, loud rumble echoes from above. the rumbling makes you tense, and it pulses in your eardrums. you suddenly found it harder to breathe, the air leaving your lungs.

you turn to face minho, and the last thing you see is his ghost of a smile as he finds the strength to embrace you closer.

then, everything flashes with white.

— © 99zmist.

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the last line <//3

2:56 AM - (h. jisung)

dealing with a drunk jisung was never easy. but with his lips puckered out, and a hazy look in his eyes, it seemed ten times harder.

when you were awoken by your doorbell ringing in the dead of the night several times, you assumed it was just your neighbor, drunk and unable to identify their correct apartment. but the ringing noise didn't stop- and you were losing sleep. trudging to your door, you opened it, intent on giving your neighbor an earful.

but you didn't.

because the drunk neighbor at your doorstep wasn't your neighbor at all- it was your bestfriend jisung, ringing the doorbell mindlessly. without a second thought, you pulled him away from the bell, dragging him into your house.

and now here you were, brushing his hair out of his face with the princess and the frog on in the background. you avoided the bright look he was giving you, resisting the urge to push him off your lap so you could calm your heart.

because though you had decided not to pursue your feelings for him, seeing him in such a state pulled at your heart strings.

here lay a boy, drunk and content watching a movie about frogs finding love, and a girl who let him lay in her lap instead of confessing.

[sansang]

➺ pairing: painter!minghao x princess!reader ➺ genre: fluff, lil bit of pining ➺ wc: 0.8k ➺ a/n: i probably lost so many braincells while writing this, but i have no regrets. a huge thank you to @gyukult, @masterninjacow, and @singularity-lub​ for helping me wrap this up!! <3

“Am I doing this wrong?” You ask Minghao, turning your head to look at the man behind you. He quirks an eyebrow up and shakes his head, tucking his paintbrush into his pocket. 

“There’s no incorrect way to do art,” he replies hesitantly, afraid that you’d blow up in his face or splatter some paint onto his new apron. This wasn’t Minghao’s first time as an art tutor for someone a part of the royal family, so he knew to be more cautious with his words. 

However, his guard drops once he sees the soft smile on your face. 

“I actually just want your opinion,” you admit with a quiet voice, the tips of your ears gradually heating up. 

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