#chapter 14 snippet 4 it has been a while huh

[britcision]

Alright my lovelies, despite my Dragon Age distractions it is still WIP Wednesday and I still have snacks for you!

Today we shall be snacking on BRUCE! 😈

Things have picked right up again with this chapter since I’ve changed a couple scenes to Harley’s POV but I am gonna let it run long to make sure we get all the way through Croc so I can close the door on that lil side quest

The final chapter miiiight need to be posted in two parts, which I don’t like doing but then the next one after I get to boop back to the Ghost Zone, so we’ll see!

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A Good Excuse To Be A Bad Influence iv

Pulling himself slowly from sleep just a little past noon, Bruce had to admit he was feeling better. The headache had dulled to a low throb but he felt clearer.

More aware of himself, and after a glass of water, more like he could take on the day.

It was far from his first concussion and he was well used to navigating the symptoms over the next few days. So long as he didn’t get any serious memory loss he wasn’t going to worry about it.

He had far more serious things to worry about, but even they seemed more manageable after almost nine hours of sleep.

Honestly… he wasn’t surprised that Jason hadn’t come to the cave. Hadn’t agreed to stay away from Danny when asked.

It had felt like a reasonable request at the time, like the bare minimum of common sense. But they didn’t have that kind of relationship anymore.

Jason didn’t trust him. Didn’t trust Bruce’s judgement, in how to deal with criminals or anything else.

Jason hadn’t been the boy who’d looked to Bruce with such trust, such wonder and awe, even before he’d died.

Sometimes Bruce wondered where he’d gone wrong.

But there was no use dwelling on the past. Bruce would like to re earn Jason’s trust some day, but he wouldn’t ignore their present relationship.

Jason wouldn’t trust that Danny was a danger to him without proof, so Bruce would find that proof, if it existed. Hopefully before Jason’s condition became proof itself.

The first and most obvious step would be to consult the Justice League Dark at today’s meeting, and then make arrangements for this doctor from the Infinite Realms.

He’d have to look into those laws Jason mentioned ahead of the meeting. Perhaps bring them up to Constantine, see how it might affect matters with the Infinite Realms.

A bitter part of him mused that he wouldn’t be surprised if the magician was completely unaware of most international laws, let alone the ones of the various lands he travelled, but still.

The man had been so adamant that the Infinite Realms were completely beyond their ability to handle. That they should cut and run at any cost.

Bruce could hardly imagine he’d be pleased that the US had apparently declared its inhabitants the targets of its newest genocide.

Of course, changing the laws and having them struck down would take time, but Bruce still hoped that the act of beginning might be enough.

Enough for him to visit Jason’s doctor in the Realms or some other neutral ground, since the doctor couldn’t come here.

Jason had said that he would be fine, not that he was already fine. Bruce wouldn’t have believed him if he had, not really; Jason hadn’t been fine since he’d been dunked in those damn pits.

Their poison had stuck with him far longer than anyone Bruce had ever heard of.

Hells, Bruce had had his own dunking. He could just barely remember the rage that had forced itself down his throat, into his lungs as he was brutally thrust back into the land of the living.

He had controlled it, had mastered it quickly, and now it was nothing more than a faint scrap of memory. Even that was still enough to grant his deepest sympathy to Jason’s struggles.

If the rage had never left him…

But no, he decided, going through his morning routine like he was still the young playboy Brucie who never showed his face before 3pm.

There was no point in indulging those thoughts either. He had mastered the pit’s fury, and it released him. For whatever reason, Jason hadn’t.

And now they all had to deal with the consequences.

Still, Bruce let himself hope for the future instead.

If his children were right, if Jason was right… if Danny or this mysterious doctor from the Infinite Realms could help him with the pit rage…

He might one day see that little boy again. The boy who looked at Bruce like he’d hung the stars, who could fly because Robin made him magic.

There was nothing in this world or any other that Bruce wouldn’t give to see Jason whole again. To see him happy.

The United States government were going to learn (again) what it meant to come between the Batman and the safety of his sons.

The Justice League’s meeting would be in another four hours. He had plenty of time to do some research and amend their presentation.

So long as Jason was right.

And speaking of Jason… there was just one other thing he’d like to do this morning. Heaving a sigh while he had the privacy of his room, Bruce pulled up his phone again.

He didn’t quite indulge himself as far as making a face as he punched in Constantine’s number, because concussed or not he was an adult. And he was going to need the man’s help.

Surely Jason wouldn’t object to a single check in with a trusted practitioner?

As the phone rang, Bruce once again cursed the circumstances that kept Zatanna off world. He was about 75% sure that Jason actually liked her.

But maybe the extent to which Constantine annoyed Bruce would also cheer him up.

The call went through, and Bruce snapped his wandering attention back. Maybe he’d take the rest of the day off after the meeting. Heal up a little more.

Alfred would be proud.

“Constantine. A moment of your time before the meeting?” It even sounded like a question, not a command. Sleep really had done him a world of good.

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#danny fenton dead and loving it #wip wednesday #dp x dc #dpxdc #dc x dp #dead on main ship #danny x jason #bruce finally gets a nap!! #a good excuse to be a bad influence #chapter 14 snippet 4 it has been a while huh

[tardisman14]

Wing It: Chapter 2: Tough Practice

A novelized version of Wing It Like Witches, told from Amity’s pov. A look into what was going through her mind in that episode, with snippets of happenings in-between scenes. Told in 4 parts (3 main chapters, plus the prologue), rated to be safe, and obviously Lumity.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out. Writers block combined with job stuff is not fun. Hoping to get the next and final chapter out soon.

Did Luz really just challenge Boscha to a game of Grudgby on Willow’s behalf?

“Luz, what are you doing?”

“I’m just following Amity’s advice. Boscha only speaks in grudgby terms. Trust me, I have a plan.”

Okay, this was NOT what Amity meant when she told Luz that. Also, she really hoped that Luz mentioning her name would result in Willow blaming her for this.

“Okay, maybe it’s the altitude of the second floor, but I thought I heard you say that Leaf Girl wanted to challenge me to a grudgby match.”

“That’s right! We’ll settle this once and for all on the field.”

“Or we could just talk about our issues.”

“Let’s do this.”

“Oh, no.”

Yeah, Amity was with Willow on this.

“If Willow’s team wins, you don’t get to pick on her anymore.”

“Fine! And when we win, Willow and your team will be our water gofers.”

“Ha! That’s not even a punishment. I love water.”

Luz had no idea what she was getting them into. During Amity’s time with Boscha on the team, any water gofer they had never lasted for more than a few weeks because-

“And we get to use you as target practice.”

...because of that. And if the hole Boscha just put in that nearby tree was any indication, she wasn’t going to make it easy for them.

“See you after school, losers.”

And now said tree was on fire. Yeah, someone’s definitely gonna be in the healer’s office later.

“Woo-hoo! Willow verses Boscha!”

Okay, as much as Amity hated seeing Willow getting picked on, this likely wasn’t going to make it better.

“Luz, this isn’t a good idea.”

“Yeah, I’ve never even played grudgby before! How am I supposed to beat Boscha?”

“But you’re the better witch. I don’t know much about sports, but I know about sports movies. We, too, are a ragtag team of lovable misfits joined together to defeat a powerful enemy. With a little team spirit and a training montage, we can win.”

Well, it looks like there’s no talking Luz out of it at this point.

“Well, if you think this’ll work, then I’m in. How about you, Gus?”

“In seasons past, these flags have waved in support of grudgby greats. Now they will wave for the greatest: Me!”

“What about you, Amity?”

Right then, Amity’s head was filled with mental pictures of her and Luz. Playing a contact sport together. Being within VERY close proximity of each other.

“Me? On a team with you? Running around in cute uniforms? SWEATING?”

At this point, Amity was in full-on panic mode. Her mind failing to come up with a response, she could only act on instinct. And right then, her only instinct was to bolt it.

“I GOTTA GO!”

Alright, Amity would admit that probably wasn’t the best way to respond. But she was a 14-year-old witch working with new, intense emotions. What else was to be expected?

Once Amity had gotten some distance, she started to calm down a bit, giving her some time to think clearly. There was definitely something she knew. Even if she hadn’t gotten flustered around Luz at that moment, she was still unsure about whether or not it’d be a good idea to accept her offer to be teammates. She’d already gotten two teammates injured last season due to her cocky attitude during the championship. She didn’t want to risk it happening again with her friends by playing.

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Bonesbrough Library,

Afternoon

Once Amity had settled in at the library, she got started on the assignments for the night. Most of the work was relatively simple, so she was able to get through about half of it in 30 minutes. However, during that time, her mind couldn’t help but wander back to Luz, Willow, and Gus. While she knew that they’ve already been through a lot together, none of them really had any proper experience with Grudgby. On top of that, she also knew that there was no way that Boscha was gonna go easy on them.

Not to mention what this says about Amity’s efforts to make things right with Willow. Sure, she had told off Boscha that morning. But when Luz challenged Boscha, Amity really made no effort to back her or Willow up. And when Luz asked her to be a part of the team, she got so worked up over the idea and just left without any explanation. Why couldn’t these new feelings just be simple?

Amity thought that she’d be able to get her mind off of it by trying to focus on school work. But it seemed that wasn’t going to happen any time soon. And if that was the case, she knew that just sitting there worrying about it wasn’t going to do much good. So, that just left her with one option.

*SIGH* “I can’t bail on them now.”

Amity looked at the clock and figured that they were probably still practicing at that point. Knowing that she owed it to Luz and Willow to be there for them after everything that’s happened, she decided that the homework could wait. Right now, she needed to, at the very least, offer them her moral support. If anything else, maybe she could even give them some pointers.

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Hexside School for Magic and Demonics,

5 minutes before the match

After hurrying back to the school, Amity went straight for the Grudgby field. Hopefully Luz, Willow, and Gus would be understanding about her sudden exit earlier. However, when she got to the field, something was off.

Luz was just sitting in the bleachers. Looking sad. Amity figured that it might have something to do with why she didn’t see Willow or Gus anywhere nearby. Curious about what happened, she started to approach Luz.

“Tough practice?”

“I pushed Willow and Gus too hard. It’s just, I hate seeing Willow get picked on. She’s one of the best friends I’ve ever had. Winning this game is the only way I know how to help.”

Pushing her teammates too hard, huh? This was starting to sound all too familiar to Amity. Although she could at least tell that Luz’s heart was in the right place.

While Amity had been trying to avoid the subject all day, at this point, she could maybe think of one way to help cheer Luz up.

“Did you know, before Boscha, I was the grudgby team captain?”

“Really?”

Well, Amity supposed that this was bound to come up sooner or later. Might as well be sooner.

“Well, once I left the team, I decided that was a part of my life I wanted to forget. We were playing Glandus High for the Island Championship. We had a move planned, and it was a good one. But, at the last minute, I decided I wanted to do something a bit flashier. I changed our game plan to... the Thorn Vault.”

“Good Witch Azura 2: Field of Deadly Fates! You watched it too?”

“Uh, yeah.”

It would seem that even a saddened Luz is still just as enthusiastic about Azura as ever.

“It went disastrously wrong. My teammates got hurt. All because I had an idea of how things should be. I pushed them too far. I never played again after that day.”

Well, at least Amity was able to get that off her chest, and-

OH TITAN, LUZ’S FACE WAS RIGHT BY HERS!

Next thing Amity knew, she was lying flat on her back due to the surprise.

“Ah! Sorry. I just really love backstories.”

As Luz helped Amity up, both of them had noticed that Boscha’s team had just arrived. Right then, Luz was putting something into Amity’s hand.

“I know what to do to make this up to Willow. Thanks.”

As Luz walked towards Boscha, Amity looked in her hand and saw… Willow’s hair clip. Wait, if Luz needed to hand it to her, what was she about to do?

“It’s after school. Where’s the leader of the loser brigade?”

“I’m here on her behalf. We forfeit.”

Wait, what?

“And I’m here to tell you that I’ll take Willow’s place as your water gofer, target practice, whatever you need.”

Okay, while Amity knew this was a nice sentiment, she had a feeling that Boscha wasn’t going to be swayed by this.

“Wow, you’re really a good friend.

And unfortunately, she was proven right seconds later as Boscha lit the ball of fire.

“And a perfect target.”

Oh no.

“Think fast!”

#the owl house #toh #luz noceda #amity blight #lumity #luz x amity #willow park #gus porter #boscha toh #wing it like witches #fanfiction #fanfic

[ilkkawhat]

All the numbers. (If not all then pick and choose a handful to answer).

lol you’re really going for it anon, huh?? 😂 bless your heart. I’ll do all of them and then idk. if anybody wants to send any again, I’m sure I can have a different answer

(I did just answer 7 & 22 so I’ll leave those out. rest below the cut)

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

I guess if you count all of my active WIPs that have been sitting dormant for months or years, there’s those since I like. I know what I’m doing in pretty much all of them, just as I know what I’m doing in some of my unpublished WIPs, but I think I just need to be in a certain mood/energy to do certain ones (ie, Agony esp is a very heavy fic so I gotta be able to Deal with that)

2) what work of yours, if any, are you the most embarrassed about existing?

I deleted those 😂😂😂 but some of my reeeeeealllllly old stuff is still out there and I cringe thinking about that and though I could easily delete those too, I’m keeping them just since the harddrive that has the docs for it is corrupted lol

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Just all over the place these days tbh. Even chapter to chapter it’ll change, I’ll write snippets in future chapters--and I’m talking like three or four chapters ahead--just to get it out there. But then there’s other days where I’ll sit and just write and not stop.

4) favorite character you’ve written

Nick Stokes, of course 💜💜💜

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Any of the Macgyver characters outside of Jack. Cause though I’ll claim not to all the time, I do know that I know the CSI characters (though I’m surprised I’m able to write in their POVs outside of Nick.) I grew up with them. I have a bond with them. The mac characters? I’ve only known for like. two years now and not even that well anymore since I’ve stopped watching the show. 

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

Expanding on details. Almost every fic I write, I’ll read it again later and be like “ah shit I should have run with this idea...” but I guess that’s how I can do a sequel/missing scene

8) favorite genre to write

hurt/comfort (emphasis on the hurt, really I mean we’re talking like borderline horror)

9) what, if anything, do you do for inspiration?

See I haven’t really honed in on any one particular thing that inspires me to write. It comes out of nowhere, and the following list of things doesn’t like, always work. When I’m listening to a song. When I’m driving in the car. When I’m watching something unrelated to the source material (totes got some inspiring vibes watching Falcon and The Winter Soldier yesterday tbh lmao) When I dream. When I go on a walk. When people send me asks and I just go the fuck off and suddenly ten chapters later I’m writing a fic that they probably didn’t even want (coughSpecimenStokescough)

10) write in silence or with background noise? with people or alone?

I think the last couple times I’ve like, really written it’s been in silence. Definitely alone. Don’t got people to write around, really lmao (unless you count my parents being in other rooms with obnoxiously loud televisions and tablets)

11) what aspect of your writing do you think has most improved since you started writing?

All of it. And I’m sure it’ll keep improving.

12) your weaknesses as an author

Dialogue. I don’t know how people talk 😂

13) your strengths as an author

Detail, description, and I also like to think--emotion? but idk. It’s hard for me to assess my strength tbh

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

Oh YES! At least for the longer WIPs like Last Breath or Agony. And listen to it on a loop when I’m trying to brainstorm or write if I want to write with music on. I’ve been starting to link the playlists when I’m doing with the fic (which is not many so far)

(I think Hellbound is the only one-shot I made a playlist for that I didn’t share)

15) why did you start writing?

I honestly can’t remember, cause I think I’ve been writing stories (fan fiction or not) ever since I was in middle school?? Maybe even elementary? But I do feel like I had gotten more encouragement for it than drawing from the few people in my life that did actively cheer me on, and there’s just something about writing that is so...fulfilling? Esp since I can’t like. Just manifest the images or make the “movie” in my head, at least I can write them down and hopefully convey what I see/feel in my mind through words.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

All my neglected OCs lmao. I did and I guess on some level still do want to make an original series.

In a chilling way Veronica also haunts me cause I realize how much of that like, darkness in myself I put in her. 

And Nick, well, he’s just always on my mind.

17) if you could give your fledgling author self any advice, what would it be?

Just fucking go for it! Don’t give a shit if anybody will read it or not. Take your time, flesh out those details. Describe what you see, what they see, what they feel. 

If you think you’re going too far...you’re not. 

keep going

18) were there any works you read that affected you so much that it influenced your writing style? what were they?

I mean any fan fiction I read in the past has probably influenced me on some level. I know that when I came back to CSI in 2018, reading all of kristen999′s nick whump def encouraged me cause I was like “oh...there’s others like me who like to see him hurt!?!?” and I do think that maybe sometimes after I read a fic, I might like. Try to incorporate those styles I see. The way words are described, sentences constructed. Not like, copy of course but I feel like a long time ago my writing wasn’t really idk, novel-like? very short, almost read like a script whereas now, since I’ve seen the way people write their stories (some novel length stories, too), I flesh mine out a lot more.

19) when it comes to more complicated narratives, how do you keep track of outlines, characters, development, timeline, ect.?

I don’t 😂 Thinking of my bigger projects like Agony, I do just kind make up some of it as I go with a rough outline although sometimes it is a bit more detailed--like First Flight actually has a super detailed outline but I know that once I start writing, something might come up, some twist I didn’t think of before--or even one that somebody suggests to me, but idk I feel like I do have a way of tying everything together regardless? Cause especially with those bigger WIPs I will try to go back and re-read if something seems familiar or if I’ve forgotten a detail, or if I’m planning on diving back into it after a long break from it. 

20) do you write in long sit-down sessions or in little spurts?

Depends. I feel more accomplished with the long sit down sessions so I target that, but lately it’s been little spurts with maybe one big dump at the end of the week.

21) what do you think when you read over your older work?

Mostly cringe, but there are times I’m like “holy shit this is really good???” 

like I remember recently I re-read Agony and loved it, when I wanted to delete it maybe like. a week before that. I think it honestly depends on my frame of mind, and why I’m going back to read the fic? Cause I’ve had times where I’m like “wait what was this one?” and then I read it and laugh at how bad it is, but then other times where I’m like, “I wanna read that one fic I did...” and then I do and it makes me happy.

But, I will always kinda criticize at the same time--”aw, I could do this better, I could have expanded on this,” etc

23) any obscure life experiences that you feel have helped your writing?

My life is suuuuuuper boring so. not really lmao. One of my earliest CSI fics that actually created what I consider to be my number one OC (she’d be the lead in that original series I mentioned earlier) came out of me sitting and staring into a campfire lmao. 

also there was this teacher I had (one of those good IRL supports) that told me a story of something that happened to her (or was it her daughter?) and I turned it into a story (back in my teen days) so. I guess there are somethings. 

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

Expert? No. But I will do numerous google searches to try and figure some stuff out and get lost in a rabbit hole of “research” for a while and hope that when I do write it, it comes off as I know what I’m doing when really, I do not lol.

25) copy/paste a few sentences or a short paragraph that you’re particularly proud of

haven’t really written much in this past week, and certainly nothing to be proud of, but this line hit me like a ton of bricks for Specimen Stokes and I’m in love with it:

“Because, my dear specimen, I wanted to see if you loved the danger...or if you loved me.”

#mk.fic #mk writes stuff #nonny #mk talks

[kayr0ss]

Appointments Chapter 1

[LWA, Diakko, Small Town AU, Fluff and Slow Romance, Pining(TM) lol]

Summary: Diana has her life down pat. She's a doctor in a small, quiet town with two friends and her books. She doesn't expect everything to change when a girl literally rams into her life (on the crosswalk), gets into multiple accidents which require medical attention, and somehow is always at the right place and time.

And... surely those red eyes weren't real?

 Chapters: [1] [2] [3] [4] AO3

Diana was out by two-thirty in the afternoon.

It was a surprise to have so few patients, but it meant that their community was getting healthier and that no children with allergies were gifted stuffed animals by well-meaning but misinformed uncles and aunts that day. She stepped out of her office, keys jingling, to find Barbara flipping through a novel behind the small front desk.

“Slow day, huh?”

“It’s a welcome change,” Diana agreed softly.

“I’ll stay a while in case there are any emergencies,” the other woman smiled at her. “Now go! You’ve actually got a free afternoon.”

Diana bid her farewell, thankful that she would be able to indulge in her novels in peace. Barbara worked as nurse at their clinic and very capable one, at that. She’d be able to manage anything immediately life threatening, at least until Diana arrived.

Diana walked home in a steady pace. Blytonbury wasn’t a big town, her clinic was a manageable distance away from her apartment, and all of this was no lucky coincidence. Diana’s decision to move to Blytonbury was the result of careful planning and consideration. The town was adjacent to Luna Nova University, one of the county’s more prominent institutions. She wanted to keep her options for educational advancement open and LNU’s Faculty of Medicine & Surgery was housed within the famed St. Bellatrix Memorial Medical Center. It was painfully cliché, but everyone was right when they said ‘learning never stops’—especially for doctors.

But she supposed the best part was that it was a small, quiet town. People were civil, but not nosy. Shops were close enough to walk to, travelling farther distances was easy and traffic-free. Moving here was one of her better life decisions in life, and she relished  the thought with a comfortable sense of satisfaction.

She paused at a traffic light, watching the red pedestrian crosswalk numbers count downwards. The local bakery and cafe was across the street, and Diana entertained the idea of treating herself to some cheesecake. She could see Jasminka, the owner, chatting with a little girl while seated on one of the outdoor tables. Diana didn’t know much about Jasminka other than that she came from a wealthy Russian family, baked wonderful pastries, and had never been drunk on vodka even after drinking liters of it. That last snippet of information was entirely unsolicited, but Barbara told her over a cup of tea anyway.

Right. Cheesecake it is.

The light flickered green, and Diana stepped into the crosswalk with her usual grace, wondering if she should buy another slice for later that evening. Just when she began wondering about dinner, she was quite rudely shoved aside and—

“Sorry!”

Diana frowned, regaining her footing and nearly dropping her purse. She was thankful that her heels were a reasonable height; falling on asphalt would have been damper on a good day. She caught a glimpse of a foreign face and a lot of brown, but not much else. Straightening out her clothes and hurrying to the other side of the street, she shook her head and hoped that the girl—woman?—was running for good reason.

“English Breakfast, Dr. Cavendish?”

Jasminka’s kindly voice pulled her from her thoughts, and she felt a warm appreciation that the cafe owner could remember her tea of choice. Then again, she was a woman of habit; she doesn’t recall having ordered anything else.

“I’d prefer the cheesecake for today,” Diana politely replied, mumbling a small ‘thank you’ while she was led through the cafe’s doors and embraced by the delectable aroma of coffee and baked goods. It was her first free afternoon in quite some time; she realized that she hasn’t really stayed within the cafe for much longer than it took to get tea for take-out. It was a quaint, cozy place. She wistfully entertained the idea of tucking herself into a corner seat and writing her days away.

“Cheesecake for the good doctor,” Jasminka chimed, and Diana smoothly handed over her bills—exact amount and tip prepared beforehand because that’s just how she was—before waving goodbye and going on her way. She noticed that Jasminka returned to her table outside; the little girl had dutifully waited for her to finish work. It seemed quite nice, sharing a coffee with a friend on a lazy afternoon. Perhaps someday she should invite Hannah and Barbara. Contrary to popular belief, Diana wasn’t quite as severe as everyone thought she was—the medical profession was simply rigid by nature.

It didn’t help that the townsfolk tended to put her on a pedestal, either. She appreciated the town’s small community and tight-knit efficiency, but sometimes, despite having stayed for quite a while, she felt that the warmth and closeness was something she only saw from the outside looking in.

Diana caught sight of the imposing Oak tree adjacent to her apartment, and she effortlessly found her keys, sliding the appropriate one into her lock once she arrived at her doorstep.

Maybe she’ll think about socializing another day; her books were waiting.

  Oh crap, oh crap, oh shit!

Being late for your first lecture, on your first day of classes was definitely not the impression Atsuko Kagari wanted to leave. Especially if classes started at two-forty-five in the afternoon. Who the hell had classes at two forty-five?! Would it kill them to move it down to three? She grit her teeth, falling into a controlled sprint while avoiding a fire hydrant, narrowly missing a small child (“Watch it, kid!”), and finally skidding to a halt because her sides were starting to ache. She paused, catching her breath while she darted a look to her watch.

14:32

Acceptance was the first step, she supposed. She had thirteen minutes to get to class and groaning wasn’t going to change that.

A bike, she bitterly thought to herself, trying not to spill her belongings while she sped back up into a run and vaulted over a cart full of computers (pushed by a weird-looking lady). She hit the pavement running, you need to get yourself a goddamn bike. The run itself was exhilarating, but her first class was Sociology and this ‘Professor du Nord’ sounded like a serious big-shot.

Perhaps she should have been more careful, she’s heard stories that graduate school classes and professors didn’t really care all that much about attendance and punctuality, but it was a bit too late to be careful at this point. She was approaching a pedestrian crosswalk and could not afford the sixty-second countdown if she missed it. So she strained her legs, feeling them burn, mildly forgetting about the threat of on-coming traffic and feeling a surge of victory when she made in just in time. But then—

She had been so distracted by beating the countdown that she didn’t notice the other person crossing the road. It was a mild collision, and Akko was going too fast to slow down so she looked over her shoulder for a second while she ran, and yelled out an apologetic, “Sorry!”

Come in late for her first afternoon class, cause nearly three road accidents, and shove a pretty, blonde girl all within the same hour. Typical Akko.

14:48

Akko barged into the classroom, panting and genuinely proud that she was only three minutes late. She expected the room to be nearly-empty, but she was instead greeted by about twenty kids who looked about sixteen to eighteen years old. She narrowed her eyes in confusion and noted that Professor du Nord was not yet in. Taking a hold of her breathing, she observed her surroundings. The architecture was old-fashioned and European, with a high ceiling and several lamps hanging overhead. The room was a small lecture hall, with each row climbing upwards towards the back, and the main pedestal at the lowest level towards the front.

“Are you our professor?” one of them tilted her head, and Akko groaned, realizing that she would be taking core subjects with undergraduates before moving on to post-grad units.

“No,” she took a deep breath, wiping the sweat off her brow.

“Oh!” the student’s eyes glazed over at her in wonder, “you did look too cool to be a professor!”

Akko laughed, feeling herself fall at ease when the awkward quietness returned to the excited chatter of the first day of school. She looked towards the back of the hall, hoping that there was still somewhere to sit that was a respectable distance from the pedestal when she saw a small, orange-haired woman with an empty seat beside her.

Akko shuffled up the steps of the auditorium, dramatically sinking into the seat beside the bespectacled woman before shooting her with a determined look.

"H-Hi?" the woman said meekly.

“I'm Akko!” Akko grinned, eager to make her first friend. She didn’t look like a freshman, so maybe a senior? "Be my friend!"

The other woman blinked, completely caught off-guard, but then she seemed to nod and took Akko's hand in what looked like mild apprehension.

"I'm... Lotte Jansson."

The lecture transpired without further incident. It was what she’d expected: a quick introduction, a rundown of what was to be expected, and an early dismissal after a whole fifteen minutes in class. Akko had quickly warmed up to Lotte, and while she was a lot more subdued than Akko, she seemed to take to Akko quite quickly herself. She was apparently finishing a master’s degree in creative writing, taking up units in Humanities that she felt would contribute to her craft. They had a trinket shop back home. She loved books. It was all-in-all a charming life story.

“And you?” her new friend tilted her head in inquiry.

“Oh!” Akko grinned, “I’m a violinist.”

Lotte blinked at her, curious, and she couldn’t help but ask—“what are you doing taking up Sociology?”

“I needed more Humanities units,” Akko shrugged. Lotte looked like she was going to ask a bit more, but apparently left the rest for another conversation. Akko didn’t mind, and was all but happy to find out that her new friend was staying near her apartment in town. “You’ve been staying here a while?”

“Ever since I started further studies, yeah,” Lotte looked around the streets, “it’s a nice place for a writer.”

Akko nodded, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jacket. They walked briskly, but in no particular hurry, and the brunette appreciated the slower pace. Making friends with Lotte put her at ease; she didn’t feel so alone anymore.

She was a new girl in a foreign town, after all.

Lotte had sputtered into laughter when Akko told her about how she nearly missed the bus stop when she first came here, and she was given a quick overview of how commuting and transportation typically worked within the village.

“There’s a shuttle that usually travels to the University and back.  It leaves the center of town—near the clinic—at regular intervals,” Lotte supplied.

“It isn’t that far though,” Akko pouted, crossing her arms. An earlier idea wormed it’s way back to her mind.

“Hey, Lotte!”

The other woman looked at her curiously.

“Is there a bike shop somewhere nearby?”

OKAY! Holy shyeeet this is my first multi-chap attempt at LWA and I am honestly hoping for the best. I've also like, never really done AUs before, so this is a whole new adventure for me and I hope that you guys enjoy it along the way!

#Diakko #Dianakko #Little Witch Academia #diana x akko #Diana Cavendish #Akko Kagari #LWA Akko #LWA Diana #multichap #fanfic #slow burn #yuri #shoujo ai #Femmeslash #Charoix

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I Give Up - part 26 (A Baekhyun Series)

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Baekhyun X You

A/N: guys…. we are looking at two more chapters until this story is over. 😭

I Give Up -  part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28 FINAL,

I Give Up Deleted Scenes Masterlist

The Notebook Kinks 1   Pink Heart Days

The bedroom door closed with a click and you were halfway out of the bed scrambling in much of the same way as Baekhyun had before he vanished through the bedroom door.

You tried to move as silently as possible and you found your clothes from yesterday on the bathroom floor. Hygiene be damned, this was an emergency.

You heard his voice through the door, much too close to where you sat with your heart in your throat on the edge of the bed.

“No no, I slept here last night. I knew you’d be coming early and I wanted to see you before my schedule–”

You wondered if his mother would pick up on the edge you heard in Baekhyun’s voice.

“I was thinking maybe we could go have breakfast…together?” The upward inflection in his question sounded just a bit more panicked near the end as his voice grew louder and you heard a definite brush against the door that made you stand up suddenly and review your options.

You could hide in the closet. You glanced around the room quickly making sure there were no items of clothing that could be identified as yours and your stomach dropped down to your feet when you heard a very sudden, loud ringing sound coming from your phone that was plugged in on the night stand.

You dove for it, about to turn the sound off when you heard his loud voice on the other side of the door.

“What’s that sound?” A woman’s voice on the other side of the door was your first snippet of Byun Baekhyun’s mother. She sounded curious, with an accent that didn’t sound completely like Baekhyun’s did now, except for certain situations in which he slipped back into the dialect he grew up with.

“OH! HA HA HA thats just my alarm, don’t worry it’ll turn off by itself in exactly one minute. We don’t have to go in there and turn it off, it can just ring….for one whole minute.”

Your hands froze on the ringing device and you winced at just how obvious the man was. His voice was so loud as he sounded out his discrete instructions to you that you were positive she was suspicious of him by now. Why did he have to be so damn bad at this?

You heard him coughing loudly now, no doubt in an attempt to cover up his weird behavior and you counted down in your head as you waited to silence your ringing alarm.

“Mom…lets go eat breakfast now huh? I’m so hungry – Mom, lets go!” He whined and you knew that if you saw him he would be putting on quite a show now.

You figured a minute had passed by now and you silenced your phone and turned of the ringer just in case any other sounds decided to give you away in here as you listened carefully to the conversation that was taking place just outside the bedroom door.

“Why would we go out for breakfast, I brought so many things to eat–” Her voice was steady now, not even giving any hint that she was giving in to his whining. She was immune to it all by now and the thought made you smile. Perhaps one day you could be so strong against his charms.

“–besides…I want to meet her.”

The air in the room went dead and cold… your eyes widened on the closed door. It was silent for a spell, him having nothing on the tip of his tongue to recover from his mother’s words. Your own hands seemed to be trembling as you held onto your phone and held your breath so you could hear every single word that was uttered next.

“Oh please…like a mom doesn’t know her own son. I know you’re trying to get me out of here quickly so you can sneak her out. I saw her shoes at the door. And didn’t we walk by a girl’s sweater on our way over here? Where is she? In the bathroom here? Or maybe in this room?”

“Mom–” His nervous voice echoed out and mingled with the sound of the bedroom door opening and you stood straight, quickly putting your hands down at your sides as you tried your best to keep your expression from showing the utter horror and panic you felt inside your body right now.

The woman who stood before you was shorter than him, she was slight and you could see hints of resemblance on her pretty face. Her eyes found yours and she was still and silent for just a moment as she looked at you.

Your stunned inaction lasted for just a second before you bowed deeply and greeted her with as much confidence as you could muster. When you rose you caught Baekhyun’s eyes and he looked apologetic as he grimaced in your direction.

His mother turned to look back at him and he stiffened with her gaze suddenly in his direction and you caught a swift movement as she reached out and swatted his arm, clearly chastising him for the horribly awkward and inappropriate situation the three of you were found in this morning and he winced and ducked, trying to avoid the hit. She was fast and made contact, causing him to yelp out loud.

“Mom! I’m sorry! I was wrong.” He was quick with his apology and he rubbed his arm dramatically, playing up the pain with a pathetically sad look on his face that would have made you feel completely terrible about ever having caused him any pain.

This woman wasn’t so weak. Her index finger was pointed in his face and she was whispering something in a harsh tone in his direction that had his head hanging as he nodded quickly in complete agreement with something whatever she said to him.

You caught bits of it.

“…how could you… me… her … this way… knew I was coming… idiot… ”

His words were louder and easier to understand.

“I know. You’re completely right. It was very inconsiderate of me. I will…Mom I’m sorry.”

His head was hung, eyes fixed downward and you watched the tense exchange between mother and son with a slight frown on your face.

When the older woman turned to face you again you quickly blanked out your expression and lifted your brows with a small tense smile.

“Did you come here yesterday intending to spend the night with my son?”

The question was direct, not in an unkind tone but the frankness of it certainly surprised you into a sort of stunned silence for a few seconds.

“Umm.. n-no ma'am, I am very sorry.” You finally answered and you noticed Baekhyun’s eyes were wide as he looked between your face and his mother’s profile.

You felt the heat flood your face to have your actions displayed so obviously in front of the woman who you had so desperately wanted to make a good impression on.

Now how would this go? Would she ever accept you, even after finding you here with him in such a situation?

“So this is my sons fault then? Do you even have a change of clothes with you?” She wasn’t looking at Baekhyun as she spoke out her concerns about your’s and her son’s misdoings and you clamped your lips together, not at all able to place all of the blame on him. The tension you felt in her accusing tone grew the longer you remained silent.

“She had to come for an urgent situation very late last night. It was time-sensitive…security related…that’s all taken care of now, but it– it’s my fault she spent the night.” Baekhyun was speaking now even though the woman seemed to be refusing to look at him as he rambled off his excuses.

“Mom?” He said as he tried to pull the woman’s attention to himself.

“Mom did you hear me, it’s my fault.” His words flew quickly again as he tried to pull the interrogation away from you and back onto himself. “I will take responsibility, this is my fault.”

“So your intention was not to stay here overnight?” Baekhyun’s mother still refused to acknowledge his words and her eyes remained steady on you, expecting some sort of an answer.

“No Mrs. Byun.” You said with more confidence this time.

“Come on Mom…She’s- she’s not like that she’s a good girl. She’s smart too, she’s going to be a doctor you know.” Baekhyun spoke up louder now and you jumped at the speed in which his mother turned her head to glare at the noisy man behind her.

“What’s the one thing have to do with another? Do you know how embarrassing this is for her to be found in such a situation by your mother? Didn’t you ever consider her feelings for a single moment? Or were you so focused on getting what you wanted last night that you forgot about what might happen this morning?”

Her words to him were biting. Scolding and admonishing and his nervous smile vanished instantly and you saw the way his lips parted, Hanging uselessly open and wordless now. When he closed his mouth you saw the small pout appear on his lips and his eyes flew to you, now filled with a genuine concern and chagrin at the damage he may have caused.

Damage he must have been unaware of prior to his mother mentioning it. His cheeks were pinker now and you recognized the embarrassment on his face. A few rapid blinks and he was looking back nervously at his mother.

“Why don’t you go get cleaned up. I have to speak with your girlfriend for a moment.” She spoke to him in a manner that told him there was absolutely no room for argument and he swallowed nervously as he bowed his head once and backed up out of the room.

The glance he shot at you was as telling as the words, “I’m sorry,” you saw him mouth as he closed the door behind him.

Mrs. Byun sighed deeply as she looked down at her hands and for a moment you wondered if she would say anything when after a while you heard her clear her throat as she lifted her eyes to look into yours.

And you saw a smile on her face. It was small, it was regretful, but it was anything but scolding.

“I know this is a terrible first introduction…but it’s so nice to finally meet you–”

Her smile widened and you felt a strange rush of relief flood through your chest when you felt her warm hand reach out to rub lightly over your shoulder.

“–try not to be too embarrassed.” She whispered with a grin. Her smile felt genuine and you felt yourself relaxing as you dropped your guard and relaxed against the warm hand against your shoulder. You felt surprised to find yourself smiling back at her inviting nature.

Her voice rose from the whisper as she continued speaking, now sounding somewhat amused in her tone.

“Afterall…it’s not your fault my idiot son forgot I was coming, probably tricked you into spending the night here, and is listening outside of the door right now.”

“Yaaaahhh… idiot?” you heard a distant whiny complaint in his voice, muffled by the closed door.

You couldn’t help the giggle that erupted from your lips at just how well she knew him and you lifted your hand to stifle your laughter.

Her smile widened for a moment before she leaned in with a wink.

“I’m actually pleasantly surprised to find out that you really exist…I was beginning to suspect something else about him…”

She may have been talking to you but her head was turned now in the direction of the door as she paused to listen for him.

After a while you heard it. A deep sigh from behind the door as he took the bait.

“….something like what?” He finally said and she turned to face the door more with a genuine smile on her face that mirrored yours.

“I was actually waiting for the day he called to tell me he was dating Chanyeol.” She shrugged with both her shoulders and her lips and your mouth fell open just as the door flew open with a noisy man bursting through the threshold.

“Wooow, Mom! Wow…just…no.” The look on Baekhyun’s face said it all. Exasperated. Fed up. Scandalized at the very idea that his mom would dare say such a thing in front of you and his eyes looked at you for a moment before he rubbed his face roughly and blinked a few times staring for a long while at the two of you. After a while he was looking closer. Taking in the secure arm around your shoulder his mom had on you. The relaxed posture and light expression on your face and the way his mom rubbed up and down on your back, filling you with a sweet feeling of comfort and acceptance immediately.

His expression changed instantly as he took in the sight and a playful smile began to play out on his lips as his eyes lit up with mischief and playfulness. He took a step closer to where you both stood and you he dipped his head to speak closer to his mother’s ear, as if his next words were meant to be a secret despite his predictable loud volume.

“But Mom….isn’t she the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen? And she’s so smart too. Her grades are always so good. I’m sure she will be the best doctor in the country some day.”

Your mouth dropped at the over the top compliments that flew it of your boyfriend’s mouth.

“She’s exactly as pretty as I knew she would be…I really can’t wait to see the beautiful grand-babies I’ll get to hold in my arms and spoil rotten.”

With that, Baekhyun stiffened and straightened up his posture and you felt the blush heat up your cheeks as his mom let go of your shoulder and trailed her arm down yours to grab at your hand.

She gave you a small wink and a smile and you were pulled out of the room leaving behind a silently stunned Baekhyun who took a moment to recover from the flippant comments his mother threw out about spoiling pretty grand-babies.

You turned back to catch a strange look in his eyes for a split second. A look that seemed quite serious and completely out of place on his usually light-hearted face. As quickly as the look appeared it was gone when he met your eyes and smiled a wide glorious smile in your direction. He was rushing to catch up and you watched as he wrapped his arms tightly around his mother’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss her noisily on the cheek.

She wiped at her cheek with a grin that matched his in grace and beauty and swatted him away dramatically.

“But Mom,” Baekhyun began in a sweet voice that you knew he reserved for talking with those he loved the most, “where are we going?”

You noticed she was still pulling you and you seemed to be heading toward the door of the apartment now.

“We are going out for breakfast. I don’t feel like cooking.”

“Ahhh,” you quickly began, interrupting the flow of the direction you all seemed to be headed to.

“Can I just use the restroom for a moment. I haven’t had a chance to clean up.”

Your hand was released with a nod and you grabbed your backpack from its spot on the kitchen table as you made your way back into the apartment toward the bedroom you had previously been discovered in.

You emerged from the bedroom feeling slightly more refreshed for your efforts as Baekhyun’s mom was coming out from the other bathroom down the hallway.

She had something in her hand that she waved around to get his attention and you saw his eyes widen as he looked at her and your curiosity pulled your attention to the woman who was now waving what looked like one of the hand towels from the bathroom.

“What does BH&HD mean?” Baekhyun sprang into action and he leapt forward, his hand outstretched and he closed the distance between them both and pulled the cloth swiftly and quite forcefully out of her hands.

“It-Its nothing, they were on sale.” He mumbled very quickly and vanished down the hallway toward the bathroom where the towel had been tucked away into the closet.

“You have eight of them…I think the BH must be Baekhyun but what is HD?” She followed close behind his retreating back and your mind whirled as you considered the possibilities…

These were the monogrammed towels that he wouldn’t let you see during the tour last night. You remembered clearly that you were bout to pull them out to investigate when he closed the door, practically on your hand and ushered you out of the bathroom.

You’d dismissed it easily enough last night, but seeing his hasty reaction now pinged something in your mind. What did HD mean? You had a brief twinge in your gut when you racked your brain for someone with the initials that matched and came up short. It definitely wasn’t your name and the idea that, perhaps he was holding on to some sort of secret around this combination of letters made you feel just a little bit off.

“They had eight of them on sale. It doesn’t mean anything, I just thought it was funny. Just forget them.” You stood behind the older woman who stood at the door with her eyebrows raised in confusion watching as your boyfriend fished through the closet for every single embroidered towel and hurried through the door, brushing past the both of you. He walked down the hallway to a back room where he quickly tossed them into the darkness behind the door and slammed it shut.

“Well….that didn’t seem suspicious at all.” Mrs. Byun remarked under her breath and you nodded your head when she caught your eye.

Baekhyun made his way back down the hallway and you didn’t miss the down cast of his eyes and the tension in his shoulders as he walked past you with a sigh.

Breakfast was fun. Baekhyun’s mother had the same sense of humor as he did, in a much quieter package, and his relationship with her was easy in a way that warmed your heart. You found yourself watching them closely as they interacted and every now and then his eyes would find yours and the small smile he would shoot you was enough to make you swoon.

You excused yourself after your meal was finished to use the restroom and you took your time returning, choosing to give mother and son some time to catch up alone.

Your feet dragged when you returned to the small private dining room of the restaurant that you noticed Baekhyun preferred to frequent when he wanted a private meal and through the curtain you heard the sound of their voices as they talked.

You knew you shouldn’t. You knew it was a violation, but you couldn’t quite bring yourself to interrupt the quiet words they exchanged between each other…especially not when your curiosity burned inside you to find out what she thought of you.

“I can see it honestly. She reminds me of your father. Smart, cute, funny..plus she listens well. I like her…but I knew I would when you told me you were in love.”

Her voice was near a whisper and you hear the appreciative hum from his throat in response.

Your stomach flipped inside your stomach at her next question.

“But what are you doing buying a home already? You two haven’t discussed marriage yet have you?”

Buying a home? Marriage? What was she talking about? Wasn’t that home for her?

Baekhyun groaned and you heard his voice in a quiet whisper, much softer than he usually spoke.

“Mom…that place is for…the future. Of course I bought it with her in mind, but I can’t ever tell her that. She would freak out and say it’s too soon…I know it is, but … she’s…she’s–

“God, Mom, remember how you said with Dad you just knew? This girl I…” you heard the deep sigh that left lungs slowly and your mind whirled.

“I just know it Mom,” he groaned out in what sounded almost like defeat as he went silent for a while.

“Besides I told you, it’s yours and grandmas to use when you’re in town.”

Your heart raced inside your chest at his words. He…bought the home for the future. For the future with you?

You heard a soft chuckle and you could practically see her shaking her head.

“You never had any patience. Not when you were little and not now–” she replied with a pause and you heard the sound of a water glass being set back down on the table.

“–but Hyunie, what is HD?”

A choking laugh sounded out in your boyfriend’s voice and you waited a moment for him to answer through his giggles.

“Remember the costume she wore at the party? All my friends still call her Hot-dog–” He was giggling again and you heard a soft chuckle from Mrs. Byun. “I know it’s silly, but they really were on sale, already monogrammed like that. I couldn’t resist.”

He laughed harder and spoke again between giggles, “–Yixing slapped a hot dog out of Kyungsoo’s hand the other day and he wouldn’t let anyone else eat them either. He won’t tell us why.” Baekhyun snorted into his hand as he tried to quiet his laughter, “h-he just says its disrespectful.”

You heard him quiet down after a while and a long sigh signaled the end of his story and a pause in their conversation.

It was now or never and when you cleared your throat and pulled back the curtain they both turned to you, momentarily taken aback at your return. Perhaps they had been so engrossed in their conversation they had forgotten about you.

You spent the rest of the visit lost in your thoughts as memories of you and Baekhyun playing house the night before played back in your memory like a film. A wide range of emotions flew through your body…fear of the unknown, a hopeful anticipation, disappointment when you thought of just how young you were and how young he was to be thinking such thoughts that could potentially affect your the rest of your life. And annoyance that he would do something so huge completely on his own like this. But overshadowing all of those scary, negative emotions, you felt an unrelenting feeling of love for this person…this man who, in everything he did, leapt in head first, ready to take on any challenge he faced if it meant seeing his hopes and dreams come to fruition. And if some of those hopes and dreams were you, then perhaps he deserved to be heard out. He at least deserved to be allowed to dream a little longer about the possibilities of the future he could have with you before you put the brakes on the fantasy.

The next few days of Mrs. Byun visit were over too quickly, you felt a pang of regret to hear that she had to leave before the week was done. She promised another visit soon and that you’d even get to meet Baekhyun’s grandmother next time.

With his busy schedule for the next few days and your exams taking up much of your time you fell back into the familiar game of sporadic texts and late night phone calls.

You aced the exam you had for the class that you shared with Youngshik and you were pleased, but not surprised to find out he got great marks on the exam as well. He usually did well on his exams. He was included in the group text you had going with a few classmates and when you were invited out friday evening for drinks after the last exam was over, you were tempted.

How long had it been since you’d unwinded like that? How long since you’d laughed and drank with friends from school? Too long. Your fingers were typing your agreement to join the group before you even thought too much about it. You deserved a fun night. You’d been working much too hard lately and sometimes all you need is a little break to be able to keep going at the intense pace you needed to maintain to graduate on schedule.

“Absolutely not.” Baekhyun’s voice sounded in your ear, you’d hardly gotten through the entire explanation of the plans for friday night when his voice interrupted you, much too excited at the mere mention of Youngshik’s name as one of the classmates that would be going.

“I mean…you obviously aren’t asking for my permission, nor do you need to….that’s not what this is. I’m not trying to be that guy here, but it’s obviously completely out of the question. You’re not… going.” His voice faced and evened out as he spoke– trying to justify his strong reaction as he outright forbade you from joining your friends for drinks after your exams like a normal college student would do.

You’d gone silent during his little diatribe and you could hear his long sigh as you went quiet and did not respond to his outburst right away.

“You can’t be serious.” You finally said, trying to keep your voice level and calm.

“He is our number one suspect…..” He was adamant and you knew you would see the clenched muscles of his jaw flash before he pulled his bottom lip up between his teeth and worried the flesh around a few times, so sure in his opinion, yet unsure of your reaction.

“He’s not my number one suspect,” you said flippantly. “Besides it’s a big group of us. I promise that we won’t even be sitting next to each other nor will there be any need for us to be alone together at any time during the evening.”

You heard a bitter laugh from him. The kind of disingenuous laugh that rarely came from him and always put you on edge when you heard it.

He was quiet and you felt the seconds ticking by the longer he went without speaking until you heard flipping through paper around him.

“What time is it going to be?” He finally said after a long moment of movement on his end. The hard edge was gone from his voice and you sat upright, suddenly wondering why in the world he wanted to know.

“Probably 10 or 11pm.. but why do you want to know that?”

“I’m coming too–” the false lightness in his voice was a ploy that you knew well. He was trying something here and he wanted you to just agree to whatever scheme he was hatching.

“What? Absolutely not, Oppa, you can’t.” We’re you the only one with any sense here? What in the world was he thinking with this suggestion?

A well known celebrity such as himself showing up to have drinks with his girlfriend and her classmates at a bar in a busy college district? He might as well invite the reporters for a press conference. It was a ridiculous suggestion and he knew it.

“Well my schedule ends early that day, I’ll be done by 6. I’ve got something else after that but it’s just an interview but it’s for a Japanese magazine. They are always punctual, it’ll be exactly 30 minutes on the dot, I guarantee it….”

“Wait…why don’t you want me to come? I want to meet your friends.”

“You know exactly why you can’t come Baekhyun…you are Byun Baekhyun. There’s no way. These are classmates, sure we are friendly with each other, but I don’t know them well enough to trust then with this. Besides it’ll be in a crowded college bar. There’s no way you can come.” Your explanation was harsh, but as you neared the end you softened your tone a bit, sensing the silence on his end and knowing that this truth was always hard to swallow. Because of his career he was never free to live life with casual disregard…not like most people his age could.

He took a deep breath and the sound of the air whooshing over the his phone lasted for a long time. It was the sound of disappointment. The sound of reality.

“I’m sorry baby, you know I would love to have you there. I really would. But it’s probably one of the worst ideas you’ve ever had.” There was a click on the line, interrupting your voice for a split second and you heard a curious hum from his throat as his voice changed and you could tell he put the call on speaker phone.

“Oh shit, I just got a text from Hilda–”

The discussion about Friday evening drinks was instantly slipped to the back of your mind as you recognized the name of the rough, scary woman who worked for the security firm currently investigating the threat against you and him. It had been at least a week since you had pulled the small slip of paper out from your notebook and been thrust into the reality of what it really felt like to be dating someone at the level of Byun Baekhyun.

“–she found them. They have the name of the person who sent the note and conclusive evidence implicating the source. That means enough for charges and enough for a lawsuit. She wants to meet with us as soon as possible.”

A buzzing excitement rose up quickly inside your chest at his revelation and you could hear the anticipation in your voice as you spoke.

“Well did she say who it is?” Maybe you could find out the culprit right away and put this whole silly discussion about Youngshik to rest so you could go on with your young college life.

“No, but I’ll ask.” You heard silence on the line that told you he was probably sending a text message and he was too quiet for a moment.

You felt nervous suddenly. What if she said it was Youngshik. What if he was a dangerous person who had worked his way into your life to get close to you and cause you harm. Or cause harm to Baekhyun? What if you really had misjudged his kindness so drastically as to completely misread him. Were you really that naive and easy to fool?

A tick on the line told you the response came in and he was quiet again. You couldn’t even hear his breathing on the line as he read the message and he was so quiet for so long that you pulled the phone back to look at it to make sure the call was still active.

It was…he was just quiet.

Until you heard a long sigh from him.

“She said it was a fan. A young woman from one of my fansites that is a student at your school. Name Kim Hyeshin, two years younger than you. They have her fingerprint on the note. She also made some posts on the fansite about having exclusive information about the woman I am dating that matches with the time that the note would have been left in your book…it seems that she has caused a bit of trouble before –”

“So it wasn’t Youngshik,” you said suddenly, relieved to have a name and so much information behind the person responsible for the stress you both had been dealing with since the threat surfaced.

“And it wasn’t Rina.” Baekhyun said with just a touch of attitude behind his voice that made you smile.

You had both been wrong in your suspicions and you realized that your prejudices were probably rooted in some deep seated jealousy, or bitterness. You definitely felt that was the case when Rina was concerned, and Baekhyun probably had something going on inside his head to explain how quickly he jumped to blame the friendly male classmate who maybe flirted with you a bit at that bus stop, and maybe casually asked about your boyfriend.

But ultimately it had been innocent behavior and you felt slightly bad for the rash judgements you had both made.

But only slightly…because Rina was still a bitch.

Baekhyun sighed again into the line and you heard a bit of sadness in the sound of his next words.

“So I guess you’re going out with your friends on Friday. Can you promise me not to get too drunk and promise me to be very careful?”

“Of course I promise, Oppa.” The smile in your voice brightened your tone significantly and you knew his pout would be wavering by now. Because while his pout was very powerful, you knew he was weak to you and you could usually bring him out of it pretty quickly.

“I miss you,” he suddenly said with the melancholy notes still on his tongue. “I want you–”

“I love you,” he added after a pause and you smiled.

“My baby–”

You hummed into the line, enjoying the wistfulness his voice took on sometimes when he was talking sweetness into your ear. Your own breathing rose a bit as you let yourself become affected by the sound of his voice and the intimate words he whispered through your phone.

“My life–”

“Mhmm” you responded again as you closed your eyes and savored the quiet whisper of his voice. He took a breathe and you heard a low groan from his throat. Nearly a sensual sound and you opened your eyes back up before he spoke again. “My hot-dog,” he said in a sexy growl that flipped up on the end with a tiny giggle that he couldn’t hold back as he made himself laugh at his own stupid joke. The same kinds of really bad jokes he often made at usually inappropriate times all for the sake of the laugh.

“Stop. You ruined it. Goodnight Baekhyun.” You could hear his laughter grow louder as you pulled the phone away from your ear, ready to hang up the call.

“Wait wait wait, don’t hang up,” he giggled again and you gave him the benefit of the doubt for a moment and put the phone up to your ear.

“Are you still there?”

You breathed out an exasperated breath that told him you hadn’t hung up yet and his voice dropped, lower again, teasing you and playing against your ear with the sexy tone. You heard a moan and you hated how affected you felt by the sound of him.

“Baby…I meant it when I said I missed you–”

You only trusted this marginally, because part of you knew he was still in a teasing mood, no matter how low and sexy his voice sounded right now, a teasing Baekhyun was never to be trusted completely.

“Really? How much do you miss me? Enough to stop with the hot dog jokes already?”

“Aww, do you not like my jokes?” He whined playfully.

“They’re just getting a little–” you trailed off with a sigh on your voice. “Aren’t you tired of them yet?”

“Me? No way. I love them–” he insisted with his voice full of conviction as he paused his explanation for dramatic effect.

“–some would even say I relish them. I h-hope they never go stale.” The giggles were out before he could even finish the line and your thumb quickly clicked on the red button to end the call and cut off the loud maniacal laughter that had you rolling your eyes at this man’s ridiculous sense of humor.

I Give Up -  part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5 , part 6 , part 7 , part 8 , part 9 , part 10 , part 11 , part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19, part 20, part 21, part 22, part 23, part 24, part 25, part 26, part 27, part 28 FINAL,

I Give Up Deleted Scenes Masterlist

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Get To Know Your Writer!

1) Describe your comfort zone — a typical you-fic. TBH I say I like to write angst but lately I’m not feeling so confident in it;;; I would say something that’s a light romance with just a sprinkle of angst. 

2) Is there a trope you’ve yet to try your hand at, but really want to? SO MANY :((( Military!AU, Angel/Demon!AU, Hanahaki Disease!AU, Gumiho!AU, Harry Potter!AU, High School/College!AU :((( 

3) Is there a trope you wouldn’t touch with a ten foot pole? sndksndksn probably ABO/Wolf!AU;; I don’t really read that trope and I don’t think I can write it well haha

4) How many fic ideas are you nurturing rn? Care to share one of them? 

Oh my God, I’m not joking when I say 50+ I have a whole google spreadsheet to keep track of them all;; one of them is a Xingdae baking club!AU that I’ve been dying to write for the past two years. 

5) Share one of your strengths. Determination to finish them all!!

6) Share one of your weaknesses. Speed with writing them ;^; I write as fast as a sloth wanting to sleep!! Also description skdnfskdnf my stories are all dialogue and that’s bad

7) Share a snippet from one of your favorite pieces of prose you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it. It was 3 in the morning. It was dark outside, and the lights were dimmed down. Chanyeol held Baekhyun’s hand and sat beside his bed. He laid his head next to Baekhyun’s and could hear his labored breathing. With each breath, Chanyeol felt his heart crumbling; Baekhyun was still battling his hardest, but he didn’t have much strength or time to fight any longer. 

Chanyeol just wanted Baekhyun to rest. 

In 10 minutes, he was stroking Baekhyun’s hair and looking lovingly at him. Even if Baekhyun’s hair wasn’t as healthy, or his face was too sharp and bony from all the weight he had lost, he thought Baekhyun was still beautiful. He admired how strong he was, no matter how scared he was. If Chanyeol was terrified, he couldn’t imagine how Baekhyun felt through this whole ordeal.

ALSDFJLAKDJ i’m proud of this because it doesn’t even sound like I’m the one who wrote it. It actually made me cry when I read it LMAO I think it’s something that has the capability of tapping into the readers’ emotions and I think I’ll never be able to write something like this again

8) Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.  Yifan: Kim Jongdae. Jongdae: Huh? What? Yifan: /hands over Shakespeare’s Macbeth/ Here. Proofread this for me! Jongdae: What.  Yifan: I said proofread it!  Jongdae: Yifan... it’s been proofread and published already... Yifan: Then why can’t I understand a single word that’s being said?! It’s complete gibberish! 

tbh Yifan in The Little Wingman is probably my favorite character to have ever written in terms of comedic relief skndfksndf there were scenes with him that were funnier than this but this is the longest dialogue I think

9) Which fic has been the hardest to write? 256 Feet or Magnolia ://

10) Which fic has been the easiest to write?  The Land of Idea or The Little Wingman!! 

11) Is writing your passion or just a fun hobby? :/// good question,,, i invest way too much time for it to be a fun hobby, but I’m not good enough for it to be a passion. 

12) Is there an episode above all others that inspires you just a little bit more? Episode?? Of feelings or TV?? 😅😅😅

13) What’s the best writing advice you’ve ever come across? Take a break when you need it, even if it lasts a few days.

14) What’s the worst writing advice you’ve ever come across? UHHHH I don’t really talk to enough people to get advice :// so I haven’t really heard any bad pieces of advice yet

15) If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose? Damn, good question?! Probably Knocked Out! 

16) If you could write one pairing for the rest of your life, which pairing would it be?  Chansoo!! KDNSFKSDN I’M JOKING I’m probably going to choose Xingdae over Kaisoo :c I think I’m more comfortable writing them!! 

17) Do you finish your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order? KSNDFKSDNF I write so out of order, that’s probably why my transitions are shit and it feels choppy 

18) Do you use any tools, like worksheets or outlines? I can’t do anything without outlines tbh I have a whole document of outline for each and every single fic

19) Stephen King once said that his muse is a man who lives in the basement. Do you have a muse? No, I don’t think so :/

20) Describe your perfect writing conditions. The people who know me might think it’s on my bed, but it’s not ksdnfksnd probably my high school library’s private computer room (which I don’t have access to anymore) :c it’s because I’m sitting upright in a comfortable space with a computer that isn’t my own (for some odd reason skdnfnsd)

21) How many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting? I usually revise while I’m writing, so countless times,,,,

22) Choose a passage from one of your earlier fics and edit into your current writing style.  Shameful, but I don’t think my writing style has changed skdnfsdnk

23) If you were to revise one of your older fics from start to finish, which would it be and why? Knocked Out bc that shit it wack af

24) Have you ever deleted one of your published fics? I’ve taken them down for a while, but they’re up again.

25) What do you look for in a beta?  I really want a beta who only reads my stories (a beta who doesn’t take on multiple writers all at once) and focuses their attention on me and bugs me to write and is a really close friend but skdnfksdnf if it’s a temporary beta, then mostly someone with a sharp eye for grammar and plot holes

26) Do you beta yourself? If so, what kind of beta are you?  A personal one skjfksjdf I personally beta for 2, maybe now 3, people. My main writer likes me to bug her especially when a deadline is approaching, but I give space to my other writer. 

27) How do you feel about collaborations?  Something I would like to try one day!! But not to confident about it rn

28) Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.  OK LISTEN,,,, adorableprince, kei17, and naomi24 — adorableprince is my favorite kaisoo writer, kei17 is my favorite chanbaek writer, and naomi24 is my favorite xingdae writer even though she is very flexible with ships. They all know how to hit the feels the right way, but they’ve also made me laugh a lot! 

29) If you could write the sequel (or prequel) to any fic out there not written by yourself, which would you choose?  omg there was this Kaisoo drabble called Protector where Kyungsoo was left in the forest as a baby and the Kai was a gumiho who saved Kyungsoo and marks him with a brand and returns him to the village skndksnd

30) Do you accept prompts? Nope! I have too many ideas of my own I need to belt out

31) Do you take liberties with canon or are you very strict about your fic being canon compliant? Nah, not strict at all. 

32) How do you feel about smut? I read it, but I probably will never ever write it!! 

33) How do you feel about crack? I LOVE CRACK, but I don’t have the confidence to write it.

34) What are your thoughts on non-con and dub-con? It’s a very sensitive topic to many people, but tbh not to me. I can read it and be completely fine, though I do think it should only be written if it’s use to facilitate the plot, a character’s characterization, or backstory. 

35) Would you ever kill off a canon character? Uhhhhhhh idk what canon character means, but I’ve killed off my main characters multiple times and will continue to do so skndfksdnf

36) Which is your favorite site to post fic? I’m most comfortable with AFF but the feedback I get is (wornout kaomoji)

37) Talk about your current wips.  AHHHHHH ok so I’m writing 3 for Golden EXO fest — crown prince/arranged marriage!AU, castle in the sky!AU, and time travel!AU!! I’m finishing up a sci-fi self-prompt for EXOgeddon, and a gift fic for a friend whose zombie!AU prompt in EXOgeddon didn’t get claimed. 

38) Talk about a review that made your day. All comments make my day!! One super recent one was a comment left by my EXO Free Love AU Fest fic’s prompter!! 

39) Do you ever get rude reviews and how do you deal with them? I don’t think I’ve ever considered any of them rude, because I’m grateful for any and all comments I get!

40) Write an alternative ending to --- (or just the summary of one). AHHH in my author’s note for A Heart of Gold — an alternate ending would have gone like this: Jongdae goes into the forest and finds the house, but Yixing is nowhere to be seen. Jongdae explores the cabin a little and concludes he could go through the hospital’s records. He rushes to the hospital and asks the head of the hospital if he can identify the result of Yixing’s surgery. Jongdae is left devastated when he’s told that Yixing didn’t make it.