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all-the-things-2020 · 4 months

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Late Night Talking

A Dieter Bravo x OFC fic

Notes: Title comes from the Harry Styles song. I heard it on the radio one day and the line “Now you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind” just screamed Dieter to me.

My Dieter is (mostly) sober and trying to put his life and career back together after hitting the bottom during the filming of Cliff Beasts 6. He is still a menace but he’s working on it. There will be comedy, angst, fluff and possibly some smut (not sure how explicit my narrator will get).

Narrator is an original female character loosely based on myself. She is around Dieter’s age, not thin, and introverted. He turns her life upside down and she’s not quite prepared for it.

Tagging @rhoorl because her Dieter in “Working Title” inspired me to start this fic!

Chapter One below the cut

I met him in a bookshop, of all places. Not exactly the environment you’d expect, but sometimes fate works in mysterious ways. Bookshops are one of the few places I frequented where it’s even remotely possible to meet a man. I’ve never liked bars or clubs; too noisy, too many creeps trying to be charming and getting too hands. As an introvert, I prefer quieter surroundings, like bookshops, museums, and botanical gardens. Not exactly hot spots for single guys, but I wasn’t trying to meet anyone. I was always open to whatever might happen, though.

I was in The Last Bookstore in downtown L.A. It was the first day of my summer break and I’d challenged myself to get out of my box a little and do things I’d never done before. I’d taken the train into the city, which I’d never done by myself. Of course, once I got into L.A., I ended up in my preferred habitat, surrounded by books.

I had spotted a book on my to-be-read list on the top shelf. Being petite (the polite way of saying I was short), I couldn’t quite reach it. I was debating whether the shelves were structurally sound enough for me to try standing on the bottom shelf to reach it when I heard a low, warm voice behind me say, “Let me.”

An arm reached up, easily plucking the book off the shelf and handing it to me. “Good choice,” the voice said. “That’s one of my favorites.”

I knew that voice. Turning to see the man who stood next to me, my suspicions were confirmed. It was Dieter Bravo. He was wearing a baggy gray t-shirt, a well-worn pair of jeans and some god-awful Crocs that had seen better days. His hair looked like he’d forgotten to comb it that morning and his scruffy beard and mustache could use a trim. But he was wearing glasses and his deep brown eyes were looking directly into mine, so that was all I saw.

“Thanks,” I managed to say, hoping I wasn’t blushing or anything ridiculous like that.

“No worries,” he said with a smile. He indicated the small stack of books in my hands with his chin. “You’ve got good taste.”

“Oh, yeah, thanks,” I said. Real smooth, doofus, I told myself. I tried to start over. “I read a ton of YA for work, so I’m trying to read more ‘grown-up’ stuff during the summer.”

He leaned against the bookshelf, his broad shoulders blocking the aisle. “YA?,” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Young Adult,” I explained. “I work in a high school library. A lot of it is really good, but after nine or ten months of dystopian love triangles and hot werewolves and teenagers with weird diseases falling in love, I find myself craving something more substantial.”

He smiled again. “I can imagine,” he said. “So, a librarian, huh? Oh, I’m Dieter, by the way.” He held out his hand and I shook it. It was huge and warm and made my knees melt.

“Um, yeah, I know,” I stammered. “I recognized you. I’m, ha, a big fan of your work.” I felt like a complete idiot as I stumbled over my words. “I’m Emily.”

“Well, Emily, this might be a dumb question, considering your line of work, but do you come here often?” He chuckled as he seemed to realize how cliched his questions was.

“Actually, this is my first time here,” I said. “I’ve always wanted to visit this shop, I never got around to it. I live out in the boondocks, so I don’t get into L.A. very often.”

“It’s great,” he said. “I don’t get here very often, though. Always too busy, it seems.”

We chatted for a bit, about the books we were buying, and favorites we’d both read (and made a few recommendations to each other when we mentioned titles the other hadn’t read). Then the conversation turned back to bookshops.

“I usually end up at Barnes & Noble,” I admitted. “There’s a good indie bookseller in Riverside, but it’s kind of small. My absolute favorite bookshop is Vroman’s in Pasadena. I don’t get there as often as I’d like, though.”

“Vroman’s,” he said, wrinkling his forehead. “I think I’ve heard of it but I’ve never been there.”

“Oh, you should go!” I said. I loved talking about my favorite bookshop and started rattling on. “They have all kinds of great stuff besides books. Plus a wine bar.”

“Whoa, books and booze? Sign me up.” He smiled that radiant smile I’d seen in a million photos, the one that always made me feel funny inside.

“Then you should definitely go.”

“Is that an invitation?”

I was stunned, but managed to speak without stumbling too much over the words. “Sure, why not?” Holy crap, he’s flirting with me!

Dieter pulled out his phone. “Let’s see,” he said, scrolling through the phone. “Um, I’m free Friday evening. I have a meeting at two, but I should be out of there by four at the latest. It’s in Burbank, I can probably make it to Pasadena by five, if that works for you?”

My tongue felt like it was swollen to twice its normal size. Was he actually asking me out? Or had I accidentally asked him? “Um, yeah,” I stammered. “Friday’s good, yeah.”

“Okay, then.” He tapped away at his phone and then slipped it back into his pocket. “It’s a date. Friday, five o’clock, Vroman’s.” He winked and now I knew I was blushing like a fool. He glanced at his wristwatch. “I have a meeting with my agent in an hour, so I’d better go pay for these and get going.” He pulled his phone back out and opened up the Contacts app. “Here,” he said, handing the phone to me. “Put in your number.”

I did and handed the phone back to him. He put it back in his pocket (oh, how I tried not to look too closely at that pocket, afraid he’d think I was checking out his crotch), then held out his hand again, wiggling his fingers. “Your phone?”

“Oh, yeah.” I pulled my own phone out of my purse and handed it to him. He opened my Contacts app and typed in his name and number. As he handed it back to me, our fingers brushed against each other and he smiled.

“See you Friday.” He turned and walked away, heading for the cash registers on the ground floor. I stood in the aisle for several minutes, staring at my phone. I had a date with Dieter fucking Bravo, and he’d given me his phone number.

I waited until he’d left the store, then went to the register myself. “Hey, you just missed Dieter Bravo,” the clerk said. “I got his autograph.”

I got his phone number, I wanted to say, but I didn’t. The kid behind the counter was thrilled to have had an encounter with a celebrity; he didn’t need me rubbing his nose in my good fortune. That didn’t keep me from texting my best friend Sam once I was back on the train headed for the IE. We’d been friends in elementary school before her family moved back East the summer before junior high. We’d kept in touch over the years, first by letters and now by text and Facebook.

Sam replied with a string of emojis and punctuation marks. <Don’t fuck with me, Em. It’s not funny>

I clicked over to my Contacts and stared at the screen. The name “DB❤️” stared back at me. It was real.

I sketched out the encounter for her.

<You’re living in a rom com, I swear. But be careful. Heard he’s a bit of a wild child. Make him wear a condom. You don’t know where he’s been>

It was joke between us that Sam had grown up to love wearing stiletto heels and clubbing while I preferred flats and quiet evenings. We always said it was a good thing we lived so far apart or we’d never have remained friends. And yet Sam was the one who was married with three kids and a job in finance, while I was still unattached and basically living paycheck to paycheck.

<I’ll tell you all about the date, I promise. Luv u>

I put away my phone and stared out the window, watching the backyards and alleys of Southern California flash by. What a world, where I woke up in my tiny condo thinking the highlight of my day would be a new book and lunch at Olvera Strett, and now I had a date with a famous actor. Only in L.A. I mused. It really is La La Land.

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #dieter x reader #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #the bubble fanfiction

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luthwhore · 10 months

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hello, love your blog, was wondering if you have any clex fic recs?

oh man, i have been binging clex fic pretty much nonstop since i started getting back into smallville several months ago, so i can definitely make some recs! with that said, i'm relatively new to the clex fandom, so i would also recommend checking out @clarklexlois's fic rec page, which is super comprehensive and where i found a lot of things myself! i believe @raelis1 also posted a fic rec list a while back that was full of a lot of old gems, many of which are not on ao3 and/or are only accessible via the wayback machine, so i would definitely check out both of their rec lists at some point.

editing to add: @reedrichards also has a rec list posted on their old blog still accessible here!

i'm not sure what specific flavor of clex you're looking for, so I'll try to provide some variety, but given that quite literally 95% of the clex fic on ao3 is smallville-based, most of these are mostly or entirely based on smallville canon.

also, i'm trying to limit this list to no more than one fic per author, but many of these authors have a ton of fic and i would highly recommend looking through their other work!

smallville-based:

the identical series, by @lanninglurksnomore. 400k+ words and 20 years in the making. technically still a WIP but the latest chapter was posted about a week ago. since the fic was started at the end of s1, it's heavily canon-divergent, but lanning's characterization of lex and handling of his mental illness is excellent, and the fic really captures lex's relationship with lionel perfectly.

string theory, by spqr. this is technically an omegaverse fic, but the omegaverse aspect is exclusive to kryptonians. loosely set post-series, but it's pretty light-hearted and fun.

let it snow, by mskatej. sharing a hotel room / sharing a bed / snowed in fic. exactly what it sounds like. i really like how bratty the author writes clark in this fic, it feels very true to his canon characterization.

the hinge moment, by @tasabian. basically all of this author's fic is set post-series and blends smallville characterization and history with comic elements, so it feels like a really wonderful blend of the two. i would frankly recommend their entire catalog of fic because they have some of my favorite characterization for clark, but this one in particular does a masterful job of showing the tremendous amount of pressure clark is under as superman.

switch: a comedy of terrors, by rivkat. this one is a bodyswap fic. if you like bodyswap fics, you will love this fic. rivkat has a huge backlog of clex fic and all of it slaps. i think i lost about a week just digging through all of their fic.

marked, by seperis. this author has a very lovely, almost stream-of-conscious style that makes for a very pleasant reading experience. this particular fic manages to hit shaving kink, make-up/feminization, and collaring. 80% porn but then it sneaks angst in on you at the last minute. this author's fic tends to have a very grounded, bittersweet feel to it.

light the torch, by ang3lba3 & Birthdaytoasts. clark/lex/lois. alien heat/mating-cycle fic. if the idea of that triad interests you, this fic will be everything you could want and more.

long time coming, by BewareTheIdes15. by far the most recent fic on this list -- it was just published this month -- but so, so, SO good. post-series, canon-divergent, fix-it-fic of sorts. fantastic characterization all around, snappy prose, and generally a delight to read.

seduction, by lenore. **heavy trigger warnings on this one for lionel being a massive creep.** the first fic is, by it's nature, a pretty uncomfortable read and also not technically a clex fic, so if the tags/summary does not sound like something you want to read in graphic detail (i personally skimmed some parts), you can skip to the second installment without losing anything for the very cathartic follow-up.

manual transmission series, by bipolypesca. this fic is old and only available on the wayback machine, the only thing on my rec list that isn't on ao3. it's very long but so worth it. the characterization for both clark and lex is excellent and it's one of the few long fics i've seen really delve into clark's very specific anxieties around his fear of sex and specifically of hurting people with his powers during sex, as well as the specific prejudices and issues two young queer men living in a small town in kansas would be subject to.

comics-based:

wien's law, by obscureshipyard. (unsure if this author has a tumblr.) exclusively comics-based, though the author does have some more smallville-based works i think. features lex as a trans man, if that's something you're into. there's some triggering content and the first few installments are pretty angsty, but it ultimately has a happy ending.

an alienated property, by kantayra. superman and lex, trapped together on a red sun planet. (i'm honestly surprised this trope isn't more popular because it's a lot of fun.) this fic is tagged with smallville, not comics, but it feels more in line with the comics dynamic to me.

a universe of possibilities, by kitsunesongs. dub-con. based on the superman: the black ring arc and may be a little confusing if you haven't read the arc it's based on, but there's so little purely comics-based clex fic that i feel like i have to include it.

#answered #clex #fic recs #btw if you are a clex fan who has fic recs that AREN'T on here please feel free to add them!#there is no particular order to this other than just which ones i ran into on my ao3 bookmarks first #i have a bunch more fic on my to-read list that i haven't finished and therefore can't really rec #thank you for the question anon!!!

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duck-in-a-thrift-store · 1 month

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Ok ok ok so I had a very random fic idea, I don't remember how it even came to me in the first place, but like I've been thinking about it, and, hear me out...

Stranger Things Full House AU

(I started rewatching full house to get inspiration and found out the show started airing in 1987 like dude how perfect is that when the fic was going to be post-canon and canon left off in 1986???)

So basically the party's parents finally find out about all the crazy shit their kids have been through and decide to take over and send their children off somewhere safer to "let the adults handle it" until everything gets back under control

But of course someone has to look after them, someone who's in the loop and familiar with The Situation and who probably also need a break from dealing with it all, and most importantly someone who knows and cares about the kids and who the kids trust

And the result is that the spicy six have found themselves collectively parenting a group of traumatized teens (plus Erica, who's like, 12) in a safe house set up by Owens far away from Hawkins, because everyone is trauma bonded and they didn't want to be separated, so we're looking at a household of 13 people (a very full house indeed I'd say)

And like none of the "adults" in this living arrangement were at all prepared to be parents, obviously, so chaos and shenanigans ensue

It would probably be mostly slice of life laced with comedy, fluff, and some mild angst

Each chapter would be titled after and inspired by episodes of full house, I've outlined like 6 so far

#duck's thoughts #stranger things #fanfic #st fanfic #fic ideas #full house #full house au #stranger things fanfiction #fanfic concept #spicy six #the party stranger things

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i-am-baechu · 1 year

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Summary: Everything was perfect until it wasn’t. Y/N and Jungkook love each other but when familiar and new faces come into their lives, things get complicated. On top of that, a surprise that truly shakes their plans for the future. Will their relationship push forward or will Jungkook lose his fangirl once and for all?

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Chapter one: I Want You So Bad' 💜

→ Genre: Idol au, established relationships, girl group stan au, social media au, K-pop fan page au, romance, angst, comedy, and smut

→ Main pairing: Idol! Jungkook x Fan girl! Reader

→ Side ships: Yoongi x OC & Jin x OC

→ Warnings: Explicit language, smut, mature themes, alcohol usage, anxiety disorder, stalking, and obsessive behavior

→ Warnings for the chapter: Explicit language, mature themes, stalking (mentioned once), anxiety disorder (mentioned once), and smut

⇜ Masterlist ⇝

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Y/N let out a small laugh as she shut down her computer, wishing it went faster. She couldn’t believe that she's been with Jungkook for two years, it was scary how time has passed so fast. Their relationship wasn’t easy in the beginning, having to deal with a stalker took a toll on them. They even moved away from their dream home because they were so nervous. In their second year of dating, things got easier. Living with each other opened new doors for them, mostly for the future. They both knew one day they would get married and have kids, living with each other was just the first step.

Jungkook coming out to the public was nerve-wracking and media outlets were running with it. It was the first time a BTS member was in a “scandal” and it was with one of the popular members making gossip pages jump in excitement. Something he hated. He knew he had to do this to move forward with Y/N but he hated that news outlets were trying to figure her out. Dating shouldn’t be a scandal but here he was in a “scandal”. Another thing that bothered him was that they kept bringing up Red Velvet. If anything, his girlfriend would be dating them.

Y/N gathered her bags, locking her office before heading out. There was a little jump in her step because she was so excited. Ever since she was assigned this project, she barely saw Jungkook. She’s been working on this project for about two months now and she was just happy it was almost done. She walked into the parking lot and looked around to see if anyone was there just in case. She looked to see Jungkook’s car and she ran towards the car with excitement. She walked up to the window and knocked on the window causing Jungkook to jump. He rolled down the window playfully glaring at her, “Fucking scared the crap out of me babe.”

She let out a small laugh leaning forward giving him a kiss on the cheek, “Sorry, I was just so excited to see you.”

“I’m excited to see you too but damn Y/N.”

He opened his car door and she immediately wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed the side of her head. The smell of him made her feel safe and his arms around her waist made her feel love, something she always wanted in her life. When she backed away, Jungkook leaned forward and placed a kiss on her forehead, “Happy anniversary, Kook.”

“Happy anniversary, baby.”

She smiled at this, moving her head to the side to see the bright red roses from the text. She felt her face get hot and shook her head, “Kook, you didn’t need to get me-”

“I did, I wanted to shower you with flowers. My baby deserves it. Speaking of flowers, I have to go to this flower shop. I need to pick something up.”

“Kook, more flowers?”

“Yeah, listen it's for when we have sex okay.”

“How can you say that with so much confidence?”

He shrugged his shoulders leaning forward again, placing a quick kiss on her lips, “Because it's going to happen otherwise.”

“Stop, let’s get the flowers before I take the bus home.”

“You would do no such thing.”

The drive to the flower shop was filled with Jungkook filling up her thigh and her smacking his hand away. He parked the car in the far corner where it completely blended into the darkness. He turned his head towards her, “Do you want to come with me?”

“No, I’ll stay here.”

“Text me if anything happens.”

“Kook, nothing is going to happen to me.”

She watched him leave the car and she couldn’t help the smile that appeared on her face. She really did love him and it was the first time she has ever felt like this. It was scary but thrilling at the same time. She took her mirror out and started fixing her hair, she frowned when she saw how tired her eyes were. She shook her head lightly tossing the mirror back into her purse. She smacked her cheeks lightly, “No, I’m not tired. This is my anniversary.”

She looked outside to see friends laughing with each other and couples holding hands, sometimes she wished to do that with Jungkook. Other times, she was completely fine staying inside with him. Being public wasn’t all that fun to her and Jungkook felt the same. She wondered how Mae was doing. She knew Mae and Yoongi were fighting more, causing him to stay at Namjoon’s. She didn’t know all the details of their fights but she hoped they could solve it together soon.

The door opened and her smile quickly dropped when she saw Jungkook’s irritated eyes, “Are you okay?”

He took off his mask and let out a frustrated sigh, “The clerk didn’t have my flowers...”

“Baby, how about we take a quick walk around the park to get your mind off of things.”

He nodded his head and leaned towards her to place a kiss on her nose, “You always know how to make me feel better.”

“I-I try.”

She took out her pink Hello Kitty mask, placing it on her face. Jungkook did the same but he had a black one. He turned his head to look at her and let out a small chuckle, “You're so cute.”

“Eh? I didn’t do anything.”

“Exactly.”

The couple went into the park with hands intertwined as the lights above them twinkled making things romantic. They walked towards the railing looking to see the reflection from the river. Y/N leaned her head against Jungkook’s arm as he wrapped his arm around her waist, “It’s peaceful.”

“It feels nice to have peace in your life.”

Jungkook nodded his head and gently rubbed her hip with his fingertips, “One day it will be peaceful for us.”

“Kook, it is-”

“I’m tired of acting like a secret, you're not my secret Y/N. You're my everything.”

She felt her heart flutter at this and looked up to see him already looking down at her with determined eyes, “It will be. You just have to be patient.”

“You know that’s hard for me.”

She let out a small laugh and looked back at the river, “It will be worth it.”

“It will be...hey baby can you take a picture of me?”

She nodded her head and took his phone out of his pocket, “What’s this for?”

“Weverse, I thought it would be a good idea to show them that everything is still normal.”

“It’s only been two weeks since you told everyone about us....you think people are still freaking out?”

Jungkook nodded his head and rubbed his neck, “I haven’t posted anything in these two weeks. I’ve been talking to managers about everything.”

“Yeah, it’s time to post something to Army.”

“Okay, just a simple picture okay.”

“Okay.”

One picture and post later, the couple went back to the car. Taking off their masks, Y/N looked at him with a small smile, “You feel better?”

“Yeah I do, thank you for letting me rant.”

“I’ll always be here for you to rant. Even if it's about something small like forgetting your sauce. I’ll listen to you no matter what.”

Going home was quieter this time because Y/N fell asleep. Jungkook was actually expecting her to fall asleep so he took the long way home this time. She slowly moved her head off of the window and stretched out her arms. Letting out a small yawn, she looked around and then looked at Jungkook, “Were not home yet?”

“I took the long way home, wanted you to get some sleep.”

She nodded her head and took a sip of her water, “T-Thank you...Oh, babe, the food at home is going to be cold. I’m sorry.”

“We have a microwave, it's okay babe.”

They turned into the driveway and she went to crack her back. She glanced down at the flowers and smiled to herself, she couldn’t believe that she had someone in her life that loved her as much as he did. She picked up the flowers and went to get her work bag but he stopped her from grabbing it, “I got it, babe, just take your flowers in.”

She rolled her eyes at him and nodded her head. She took in the big bouquet of roses and headed in with him behind her. She set the roses on the coffee table and she looked around with wide eyes, it was beautiful. Everywhere there were rose petals and the lights were dimmed with the candles burning bright. The dinner was on the table with another set of candles but then something clicked, “Yah! Jungkook, you left the candles burning!”

He rubbed the back of his neck and let out a nervous chuckle, “I didn’t think about that...nothing burned down it’s fine.”

“Jungkook, that's not the point!!”

She sighed and shook her head, “Please don’t burn our house down.”

He didn’t say anything and walked towards the dinner table with a smile, “I made your favorite.”

“Don’t try to change the subject.”

He let out a small laugh and walked up to her with a mischievous smile. He pulled her closer by wrapping his arms around her waist. He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and she closed her eyes loving the feel of his lips. When they pulled away, his gaze made her feel shy. He gently rubbed her shoulders and frowned to himself, “You feel tense baby.”

She sighed and tilted her head towards him, “Just been so busy.”

“Well, lucky for you I had a bath ready for you.”

“Jungkook, thank you so much...” She leaned up and placed a kiss on his chin. He pushed some hair behind her ear and looked deeply into her eyes. He placed a kiss on her forehead and grabbed her wrist to head toward the bathroom. Her eyes widened at the scene in front of her as she saw the roses all around the bathroom and smiled to herself, “At least there are no candles in here.”

“S-Stop.”

She turned towards him with a small smirk and her arms snuck up around his neck, pulling him in. His face was filled with shock but it quickly melted away when his lips met hers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and they kissed under the dim lights. His tongue intertwined with hers, exploring her mouth. She moaned into the kiss and his hands moved down to roughly rub her ass, squeezing and massaging.

They parted away and she looked at him with a dazed look. He licked his bottom lip and started to place kisses down her neck, licking and nipping at the soft skin. She moaned out loud and rubbed his back with her shaking hands. He leaned away and tossed his shirt off as she watched with her flushed face, “Strip for me baby and then get in the bath like a good girl.”

“I-I, Okay...”

She took off her clothes and tried her best to look sexy while doing it. Her shaky hands pushed down her pantyhose as he watched, not saying anything to her. Jungkook smirked at her and then took off his pants and his underwear showing off his semi-hard member. She glanced at it and quickly turned her head when she felt his eyes on her.

They both made their way to the tub and she watched him go in. She rubbed her arm gently and he looked up at her, “The water is warm thanks to the heated tub. Come on in, baby.”

She nodded her head and gently sat in the water with her back against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her bare stomach placing soft kisses on her shoulders, “I know it’s been busy today but know that I’m so proud of you. My baby is the project manager.”

“S-Stop.”

He kneaded her breasts, pinching her nipple. His other hand wandered to her mouth and his thumb softly rubbed her lips. She arched her back into his fingers but he quickly stopped and her eyes widened at him, “First we need to wash you.”

“Y-You can’t just do that! Don’t tease me!”

He shrugged his shoulders and his hands went back to her breast again but one of them snuck down. He started to rub her, pressing down on her clit in circular motions and she opened her legs wider for her. He pressed his fingers into her, rubbing and fingering. His lips went on her neck as she arched her back, “K-Kook! W-Wait~.”

“I can stop if you want.”

“N-No...”

“Cum for me, baby.” He continued to slowly rub as she rode it out and she leaned back into his chest breathing heavily. He kissed the side of her head, “You did good. Turn around.”

Her body automatically listened to him and she found herself straddling him. She looked around the bath and frowned, “I-Is this okay? It’s going to make a mess.”

“We’ll clean it later.”

She felt his hard cock against her pussy and she bit her lip at the feeling. She moved her waist against him and let out a moan because she was sensitive, “Keep moving your hips baby.”

Her hips grinded up and down his length, stimulating her clit. He grabbed the back of her head to pull her in for a kiss. He grabbed her hips and lined himself and plunged her down on his cock, “Kook!~”

“Move, baby.”

She moaned as she started to ride him faster. She ran her fingers through his hair and the water fell out of the tub. She watched Jungkook’s and she felt herself getting hotter from his dazed out look, “Your so fucking hot, Y/N.”

She started to bounce up and down and as soon as she did that, her second orgasm hit her. She fell onto his chest and let out deep breaths. He gently rubbed her back and started to do more thrusts trying to finish. She moaned into his wet skin as he kissed the top of her head, “I’m almost there baby.”

She kissed his chest and that small notion made Jungkook cum inside of her. He let out a loud groan as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She moaned into his chest and they both sat there trying to catch their breaths. She looked up at him and kissed his cheek, “I love you, Jungkook.”

“I love you, Y/N. Shit the food is cold.”

“That’s fine, we have a microwave.” He gently massaged her back in circular motions and let out a small laugh making her look at him with a confused look, “What?”

“I’m so happy.”

She let out a small laugh and kissed his chest, “Happy anniversary, baby.”

“Happy anniversary, Y/N.”

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dandylovesturtles · 1 year

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Chello~! So I was reading your amazing fic “I May Be Invisible but I Still Look Good” and I was wondering, just outta curiosity. What inspired the concept for the fic in the first place? It’s a really cool concept- a spell that basically tears the soul out of the body and makes a person a “ghost” (sorry, Leo, I’m using the word ghost), but there are restrictions to what they can go through and stuff.

And another note- is there a specific reason you chose which one of Leo’s brothers broke which part of the spell? Like, Mikey broke sight, Raph broke sound, and Donnie broke touch. I see the parallel with Donnie, since he’s typically pretty adverse with touch, but I was wondering about Raph and Mikey.

I also wanted to say that your writing is beautiful and the fact that I can’t leave more than one kudos-es on Ao3 is cruel 😤.

Keep up the amazing work and have an absolutely wonderful amazing supercalifragilisticexpialidoshus day/night/afternoon/2am/endless white void :,]

Hi! Thank you so much for reading, I'm glad you're enjoying it! I've answered some of this but I'm too lazy to dig through my blog so I'll answer again! lol

I've written a fic similar to this before for another fandom (One Piece) over a decade ago - it's a trope I've always enjoyed haha. Though that fic was definitely more of a comedy (the character who got ghosted ended up possessing another character's body so they had to share), while this one leaned more heavily on angst. Although both OP and ROTTMNT are comedic canons so there's still a lot of jokes in both haha.

Anyway I thought of doing this with Leo because even though Donnie was (and still mostly is) my favorite character, Leo is the one I like putting through the spin cycle, because I think his character is a really interesting one to dig into. Leo has a lot of layers to him, and he has a hard time showing his real self to others and asking for help, and this sort of trope is great for forcing characters to do exactly that. Take away their ability to communicate and it makes them want to communicate more! lol

I ended up rambling so I'm putting a cut here.

I actually went around and around for a bit coming up with exactly what the restrictions are for how Leo can move. Like, I spent way too much time trying to decide if he can climb ladders and in the end I just avoided ever mentioning it (he probably can, like he can climb stairs, because otherwise getting out of certain parts of the sewer would be hard). But a lot of it came out of practicality, like I needed him to be able to ride in the tank properly so he could go home with them in the first chapter. But when I thought of the scene where he and Mikey get separated by Meat Sweats I just pushed that to the logical conclusion of "well he can ride in the car but he isn't actually constrained by the frame of the car besides the bottom" and that turned into car surfing.

Initially however I was going to have it so he was restricted to the immediate area around his body and so to leave the lair with Leo the brothers would have to Weekend at Bernie's him around. I eventually gave up on this idea because it caused too many logistical problems lol... Like I would have to establish that either his body can survive because it's just in a form of stasis (which I didn't like because it retroactively killed some of the first chapter's tension and also killed later tension) or they would have to cart around some kind of ventilator and that's a logistical nightmare. But I didn't want Leo to be confined to the lair because, boring. So that's where the idea of him being tied to them after they regained a sense came from, which has worked out great because I ended up using it for way more drama than I anticipated at the start haha.

Here's my writing tip no one asked for: when coming up with the rules for any kind of magic anything, narrative utility always trumps realism - as long as you have internal consistency it's fine.

AS FOR WHO GETS WHAT, well, I always planned for them to regain the senses in the order Mikey > Raph > Donnie (I feel like it just makes the most sense that Mikey is first and Donnie is last so Raph is naturally the middle), but originally they were going to get the senses in waves, like once Raph broke part of the spell both Mikey and Raph would get hearing, etc. And I already planned on it going sight > hearing > touch as well. But then I decided to split the senses up because I felt like it was more interesting that way. See the tip I posted above LOL

But as for why I picked sight > hearing > touch, well... I needed Mikey to see him first for narrative utility but also since Mikey is the one who is best at emotions, I liked having him get sight, because that way Leo can't really hide from him, and so Mikey can get a sense of how Leo is dealing with everything through this ordeal. Like Leo can hide his emotions from Raph by being quiet or from Donnie by not touching him but he can't escape Mikey. The other two obviously know Leo is not having a good time, but Mikey is the one who has the fullest picture of how badly this is affecting him, and Mikey is also the best at communicating that to the others and helping Leo through it just by being there. That's why you get a lot of Mikey literally guiding the others to him, too - he's good at helping that way!

As for Raph, I made a joke at the time that I wanted to force the dumb-dumbs to actually use their words lol. Which is a lot of the motivation! Of course, Raph and Leo are at a better place than they were pre-movie anyway, but I still wanted to put them in a place where they have to talk because they literally don't have any other options. Also, I really love the co-leaders vibe, or at least Raph being his right hand man, and I wanted the two of them to be able to talk strategy, which was of course easiest if they could actually, ya know, talk. Leo may be leader but he still looks up to Raph and turns to him for advice, or as a sounding board to work out what he's thinking through, so it's really beneficial for him to be able to talk to Raph.

And yes finally, Donnie is touch averse so he gets touch and we all laugh. LAUGH. But also Donnie would be most frustrated by not having a more direct way to communicate with Leo, but also the most determined to actually make it work. Also this way he is given a problem to fix. Leo is touch-starved and it's not good for him to be like this for too long, because he's losing his grip on reality. Donnie can fix that problem by touching him, and so he will, because Donnie fixes problems. Even if it requires giving his dumb-dumb twin shell scratches (he doesn't mind) (he won't admit it though).

Also the ouija board jokes are very funny. If it works for zozo why can't it work for Leo!

Sorry for all the rambles aaaaa thanks for the ask!

#fic: i may be invisible but i still look good

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sebstanaddict · 11 months

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Love Song

Sebastian Stan x Female Reader Story

Summary : A romantic comedy story between Sebastian Stan and female reader where we witness their journey after they said I do.

Reader thought being away from Sebastian wasn't going to be so hard. She did ask for a divorce from him. But getting over him was not easy that she found herself getting depressed. Worse still, he seemed to have forgotten about her and her daughter. Until one day a delivery truck came and changed her life.

Pairings : Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader

Chapters : 20/23 (might add more)

Chapter list>

Warning : angst, divorce mention

Word count : 5.7k

This is a sequel to my first Sebastian fic Always You. If you want to understand more about Sebastian's and reader's relationship, please read it first. But it's not necessary to understand this story. Check it out here.

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Chapter 20 - Back At One

One, you're like a dream come true

Two, just wanna be with you

Three, girl, It's plain to see

That you're the only one for me, and

Four, repeat steps one through three

Five, make you fall in love with me

If ever I believe my work is done

Then I'll start back at one

(Yeah, yeah)

It's so incredible

The way things work themselves out

And all emotional

Once you know what it's all about (hey)

And undesirable

For us to be apart

Never would've made it very far

'Cause you know, you've got the keys to my heart, 'cause

One, you're like a dream come true

Two, just wanna be with you

Three, girl, It's plain to see

That you're the only one for me, and

Four, repeat steps one through three

Five, make you fall in love with me

If ever I believe my work is done

Then I'll start back at one

Back At One - Brian McKnight

Lake Poway, Poway, California - June 5th - 5.30 am

It was a cold morning in Poway, California. The sun was not up yet. The atmosphere was quiet, not even the sound of birds could be heard in the air. The sky was still mostly dark, but up above the rolling hills of Poway, which could be seen like small mountains in the distance, the sky had slowly turned orange with hues of magenta. It was magnificent, magical.

A woman sat down on the grass at Lake Poway Park, leaning her back on a tree. Her face looked upon the beautiful Lake Poway where the sun was getting ready to greet her from behind the hills across the lake. She couldn't help but be in awe at how beautiful it was.

Slowly but surely, the sun crept up even higher and the sky slowly turned light blue. White clouds could be seen floating high above the sun, and she finally heard the sound of birds chirping and ducks quacking in the distance.

She took a deep breath and filled her lungs with the fresh and crisp morning air. She felt at peace and content. All the stress, heart aches and anxiety flowed out of her into nothingness. For a moment she could feel herself being whole again. And she was happy.

Her eyes studied the blue sky again. Blue.. like the eyes of a certain someone.

And just like that, with that thought coming into her mind like a thief in the night, the gaping hole in her chest reappeared. An unbearable ache filled her heart and tightened her chest. Her soul felt incomplete, like it has always felt since the day she turned her back on him.

It has been 5 days since she left him, and the thought of him still did this to her. She wondered if she would ever be free from it. Or whether it would be her constant companion until she takes her last breath.

She wondered what he was doing. Judging from the time in Atlanta, he was probably getting ready for the shooting of Thunderbolts. Maybe he was even already in the middle of shooting.

Her mind wandered back to the past 5 days. Days of confusion, anger, anxiety and pure sadness. She was greatly conflicted about her decision. Deep down she still loved him and wanted everything to work out between them. But on the other hand she wasn't sure she could handle the stress of being in a relationship with someone of his caliber.

She also couldn't help but feel insanely hurt by the fact that he didn't tell her about Stephanie kissing him and how he had hugged Stephanie back in Cannes. She knew he meant well and just wanted to comfort Stephanie. But still, he could've just said no. Why was he prioritizing making Stephanie feel better rather than keeping his promise of being loyal to her? She knew he didn't technically cheat on her. But still, she couldn't help but feel hurt by his actions.

The fact he chose his acting job over her hurt her the most. She wondered why every man that she had been involved with all prioritized something else above her. She remembered Michael who prioritized his ego, John who prioritized another woman, and Zac who obviously prioritized his career. He thought Sebastian would prioritize her. But he ended up prioritizing his career as well. Sacrificing her and his own daughter.

She felt the familiar heaviness of anger in her chest and shook her head hard.

No, she didn't come all the way to the lake just to feel worse than when she first arrived there. She wanted to come there so she could feel better. So she should forget him and just enjoy the scenery and forget everything and everyone for a moment.

Starlene was safe and sound, still sleeping when she left her. Even if she woke up, her dad was at home and her stepmom too. They could take care of her. And then, Sebastian, she should try and forget him. It didn't seem like it was hard for him to forget her judging from the fact that he hadn't contacted her at all since she left. The last thing she got from him was a text message saying he was glad that she and Starlene had arrived safely in California. That text message was a reply to a message she sent, so that didn't even count as him contacting her.

She knew he was probably just giving her the space she needed by not contacting her. But she couldn't help feeling slightly disappointed as well. Deep in her heart she expected him to grovel under her feet and continuously beg for her to come back to him. She couldn't help sometimes to fantasize that one day she would open the door and find him on the door step, telling her that he agreed on quitting being an actor and would love to start a new and normal life with her. But she knew it would never happen. She knew acting was something so dear to him. It was not just a job for him. She knew it was his life's calling. So she tried hard not to fantasize about it happening ever again.

She crossed her legs, straightened up her back and decided to do some meditation to calm herself. She closed her eyes and focused only on the sounds of the birds chirping up on the trees above her, the sound of ducks quacking and swimming on the lake in front of her, the rustle of leaves on the trees being moved by the cold breeze. Then she focused on the sensations around her. The cold breeze brushing throughout her body, the damp grass under her legs, the rise and fall of her chest as she breathed slowly.

But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't help but be reminded of him. Her heart bled as she remembered his bright smile and loving eyes whenever he looked at her, his cute nose scrunch when he laughed at a joke she told him, his beautiful darkened eyes whenever he reached his peak during their making love sessions. She missed him. Despite all the anger she felt, she missed him desperately.

A tear dropped from her eyes and she couldn't hold it anymore. She lifted both her knees up to her face, buried her face in them and sobbed hard.

She hated herself for being like this. Every single day since she left him she never failed to cry over him. She had tried everything it seemed to not cry anymore. But she couldn't. She missed him so much and it hurt.

After a while her cry finally subsided. She wiped the tears falling from her eyes with the sleeve of her jacket then pulled out a pack of tissue from her pants' pocket. She blew her nose into the tissue and cleaned her nose thoroughly. She sniffled and threw the dirty tissue into a nearby garbage can then looked up into the sky.

The sun was fully up now and she could hear sounds of footsteps and people chatting near her. People had started to flock to the lake and it was her cue to leave.

She stood up, dusted her pants and walked out of the park towards where she parked her dad's bicycle.

Yes, she rode on her dad's bicycle to get to the lake. Her dad did have a car but since she couldn't drive she ended up taking the bicycle, which she loved.

She smiled for the first time that morning as she felt the breeze of the wind on her face and body. She pedaled the bicycle fast as she made her way back to her dad's house. For a moment she felt carefree, like when she was little and didn't have a care in the world except to ride her bicycle around the neighborhood until sunset came.

Her bicycle moved at a steady speed along the side of Poway's wide streets. Poway is a vibrant city located in the beautiful North County Inland region of San Diego, California. The city nestled amidst rolling hills and picturesque landscapes. It has a perfect blend of natural beauty, suburban charm, and a thriving community.

From the moment her taxi - which took her from San Diego Airport to Poway city - drove into Poway five days ago, she could feel the relaxed ambience the city had, so different from the hustle and bustle of New York City. Even though she had also experienced living in the suburbs, in New Brunswick to be exact, the ambience still felt different. Poway felt like the perfect place for her to escape the life she never thought she would hate.

The people there knew who she was but they couldn't care less. They knew her before she was famous as she sometimes visited her dad after he got married to her stepmom, a couple of years after her mom died. Having no one to bother her about the scandal she was in felt freeing to her. She was happy to finally feel some normalcy in her life.

She looked around the deserted street as she pedaled, passing many one storied townhouses with wide front lawns and at least one tree planted on the lawn. Not all of the houses had wide front lawns, but most did.

As she got nearer to her dad's house, she passed a house with coral brick walls and dark brown roof. The owner of the house - who was a man in his fifties - was just getting out of the house. He was holding a dog leash with a border collie pulling at the leash. He smiled and waved at her, she smiled back even though she had no idea who he was.

She passed several more houses where the owners were on the front lawn, some doing gardening and some were just getting their cars ready. Every single one of them turned to her and smiled or waved. She couldn't help but smiled back and nodded. She wondered if they did that because she was famous. The thought made her kick herself mentally.

They were just friendly. She thought to herself. No need to get big-headed, she chuckled. She forgot how close-knit people in the suburbs could be. She had spent too much time living in New York where people just mostly minded their own business.

She was about to turn left towards the street where her dad's house was located when she saw them.

She stopped in front of a cream colored house with grey roof. A man in his thirties went out of the house, holding the hand of what seemed to be a five year old girl. The girl had a backpack on her back. He guided her to enter his car - which was parked on the driveway - then he entered the car himself. He backed the car out from the driveway and stopped as the man saw her watching him. She made a gesture with her hand to offer him to go first and the man nodded and smiled. He continued to back the car out from the driveway, stopped right in front of her and then turned it towards the street. Soon it was gone as the man took a right turn up ahead, to where she knew a school was located nearby.

The scene made her feel a pang in her heart. How much she wished one day she could see Sebastian take Starlene to school. But him being so busy with his job, it seemed less likely he would have the time to take Starlene to school. Heck, he didn't even have time for them during their honeymoon! She thought angrily.

With a huff she continued to pedal her bike towards her dad's house, trying hard to contain her anger and forget him. She made a silent promise to herself to stop thinking about him for the rest of the day. She was tired of crying over him. They were on a break and she really should take a break from thinking about him.

It took her only ten minutes to arrive at her dad's house. Well, the traffic was almost non-existent at that hour and she did ride the bike rather fast.

She stopped in front of her dad's house and parked the bicycle in the garage.

When she came in through the garage door, she saw her father sitting outside at the porch reading a newspaper. Her stepmom was nowhere in sight and she didn't hear Starlene's cry at all. She was most likely still asleep. But she decided to check on her for a moment just to make sure.

She entered her bedroom slowly and approached Starlene's crib where she found that Starlene really was still asleep. So she gave her a gentle kiss on her forehead then went out of her bedroom.

She went outside towards the porch and greeted her dad.

"Good morning, dad." She leaned down and kissed the top of his head.

"Good morning, my dear." He smiled and looked up at her. "Where were you? You left so early.

"I wanted to catch the sunrise at Lake Poway." She smiled.

"Oh, did you get it?"

"Yeah. It was beautiful."

"Did you take any pictures?"

"Oh! No.. I forgot. Guess I'm gonna have to go back there tomorrow." She shrugged.

"Maybe I can come with you."

"Umm.. sure, dad. I'll wake you up early tomorrow."

"Okay, good. It's a date then." He smiled and she couldn't help but smiled as well.

She hadn't gotten the chance to go out and spend time with her dad ever since she came. All she did was take care of Starlene or be a prisoner of her own mind with her mind and heart so busy thinking of Sebastian. She felt kind of guilty for mostly ignoring her dad. Going out with her dad could be good for her too. Maybe he could help her not to cry for at least one day.

"I'm looking forward to it, dad." She smiled and put her hand on his shoulder.

"Good." He smiled and patted her hand gently.

His cellphone rang all of a sudden and he pulled it out from his pants' pocket.

"Who is it dad?" She asked curiously when she saw how her dad's face turned into a slight panic when looking at his cellphone.

"Oh! It's..umm.. John. Let me get this." He said as he stood up and shuffled away from her.

Feeling slightly suspicious at her dad's antics, she tried hard to listen in but then decided against it. She should give him some privacy. So she turned around and decided to make some pancakes for breakfast. Her stomach had started to rumble and she had a craving for some fluffy buttermilk pancakes.

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La Venta Dr, Poway, California - June 14th 2023 - 6 am

The sound of a baby crying slowly seeped into her consciousness. Y/n opened her eyes and sighed. She turned to look at her daughter's crib and found her standing in the crib looking at her, her face flushed and tears stained her cheeks.

"Ma ma.. ma ma.." Starlene said and her heart seemed to stop in her chest.

"Oh my God, Starlene!" She immediately stood up from her bed, approached her and lifted her into her arms.

"Yes! I'm your mama, I'm your mommy, Starlene. Say it again?" She pleaded as she stared at her daughter's confused face with her eyes glistening with happy tears.

"Mama.." Starlene said and put her hand on Y/n's cheek. Then she started to snuggle into her chest, wanting to nurse.

"Oh your dad's gonna be ecstatic if he found out you can call me Mama now." She smiled as she made her way to a nearby sofa and sat down. Her smile quickly turned into a frown however as she remembered Sebastian.

She shook her head. Sebastian wouldn't care. It's been two weeks since she left him and he still had not contacted her yet. It seemed he didn't care anymore, she thought sadly. By now she thought he would have at least called to ask about his daughter. But.. nothing.. she didn't get a single message or call from him.

She opened the front of her clothes and Starlene started nursing immediately. She looked down and carressed her daughter's chubby cheek gently with her thumb. Starlene had gotten so big. Time seemed to fly by so fast. In just a month's time she was going to turn one year old. And now she could already call her and her dad.

She felt a pang in her heart as she remembered him again. She couldn't believe that he missed yet another milestone of Starlene. She wondered if he remembered that Starlene's birthday was coming up.

July 13th. Yes, Starlene's birthday was a day right after Sebastian's first Emmy nomination was announced. She remembered the moment of his nomination like it was yesterday. Then she remembered what they did the night after the nomination, the amazing love making session they did that triggered Starlene's birth.

She felt her eyes prickling again at the memory. Oh how much she missed him. Especially at night when everyone was already asleep and she was still awake, alone on her bed with an empty cold bed next to her.

She regretted not taking anything of his with her. She remembered when she was still pregnant with Starlene that she often just hugged his shirt to help her ease the pain of missing him. This time she had nothing.

Well, she still had the heart shaped and key shaped pendant and necklace he gave her, and of course her wedding ring. But after ten days of not hearing anything from him, she finally decided to take them off. They were now in a velvet box, placed in a drawer on her nightstand. She didn't need to be reminded of him 24/7. It was just too painful.

She sighed and wondered if she would ever wear them again. The thought of truly getting a divorce from him broke her and she cried. Tears fell from her eyes and dropped onto Starlene's body.

"Mama.. mama.." Starlene stopped nursing and put her hand on her mother's cheek. As if wanting to comfort her.

Y/n sniffled and stopped crying.

"Oh Starlene, I'm sorry." She said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

"I just remember your dad." She said wistfully.

"Dada.. dada.." Starlene said as if understanding what she said.

"Yes, your dada. I wonder how he is. Do you think maybe we should just give him a call?" She asked, looking down at Starlene with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Mama.. dada.." Starlene just said and she went back to nursing.

"Hmm.. is that a yes Starlene?" She asked but of course Starlene didn't answer her back but just continued nursing.

For the past couple of days she had contemplated on giving him a call or maybe sending him a text message. Numerous times she found herself reaching for her cellphone and opening her contacts and stopping at his name. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. She knew if she contacted him first she would never let him go again and she would give up and fly over to Atlanta. She was at the point where she just simply missed him. Yes, she still sometimes felt angry and disappointed at him. But mostly she just missed him. She missed him terribly.

She glanced at her nightstand and found her cellphone on top of it. She decided to find out if maybe a picture of him on the set of Thunderbolts had come out. She just wanted to see how he was doing. Whether he was as miserable as she was.

She reached her free hand towards the nightstand and picked up her cellphone. She unlocked her cellphone's screen and did a Google search. Sure enough, some set pictures had made their way to an entertainment news website. She opened the article containing the pictures and scrolled down. She could see pictures of Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Florence Pugh, Wyatt Russell, David Harbour, Olga Kurylenko, Hannah John-Kamen. basically every star in the movie, even Harrison Ford. Sebastian's picture was finally shown at the end of the page.

Her heart skipped a beat as she saw the picture of him. He had his hair pulled back in a small bun and a rather thick stubble on his face. He was wearing civilian clothes and not Bucky's suit. He was photographed talking to Wyatt Russell, who was also in civilian clothes.

He looked so good, she thought in admiration. Oh how much she missed him. But then she realized if he looked good that meant he was okay. He wasn't miserable like she was. That thought bothered her so much. He really didn't care at all about her and Starlene, did he?

She turned her cellphone's screen off and put it back on the night stand as anger and disappointment seeped into her heart.

Fine. If he could easily forget her than she could easily forget him too. She would try her hardest not to think about him again, ever. She thought angrily.

But trying not to think about him proved to be so hard to do. She tried to keep herself busy. She cooked, cleaned, did some gardening, and of course took care of Starlene. She even took her out playing outside at a nearby playground. But when she looked at the fathers in the playground playing with their sons and daughters, she couldn't help but remember him again.

It was 4 in the afternoon when she gave up and just let thoughts of him entered her mind again without resistence. She decided to search for more pictures of him on the internet. Hopefully there were more. She even contemplated on installing Instagram again and create a new account so she could stalk on his co-stars accounts. They might post something about him.

The moment the thought entered her mind she kicked herself mentally. Why don't you just call him and save yourself some time. One side of her argued. But her other side didn't agree and was still adamant on just stalking his co-stars Instagram accounts.

She was busy arguing internally while pushing Starlene's stroller as she walked back from the playground towards her dad's house that she missed a peculiar sight. An Amazon delivery truck passed her by and stopped right in front of her dad's house. She finally noticed it when the door of the driver's side was opened and a man jumped out from the truck, followed by another man who jumped out from the passenger side.

She stopped in front of them and before she could say anything, the driver opened his mouth first.

"Excuse me, ma'am. We're looking for a Mr. Y/F/F/N Y/F/L/N." The man said as he consulted a slip of paper he had in his hand.

"Oh, yes. That's my father." She replied.

"Oh that's great. We have a delivery for him." The man continued.

"Oh okay. You can give it to me, I'll give it to him."

"There are many packages, ma'am. It's better that we help bring them in." He replied as he went to open the back of the truck.

"Oh? Many packages?" She wondered what her father had bought.

"Yes ma'am. There are three large boxes containing a flat screen TV, blu-ray player, and 5.1 surround sound system." The man said as he gestured towards the inside of the truck where she could indeed see the boxes the man mentioned.

Her father basically bought a complete home entertainment system. She felt kind of weird about that. Her father was usually rather frugal. Yes, the flat screen TV in the living room was broken and they ended up watching an old TV. He only complained once and never mentioned it again. Buying a new flat screen TV along with the whole entertainment system was just unlike him.

But then, maybe he had some extra money and decided to splurge a little. There was nothing wrong with that.

"So, where would you like us to put them, ma'am?" The man asked.

"Hold on, let me just tell my father." She replied.

The man nodded and she continued to push Starlene's stroller and enter the house.

"Dad! There's a delivery from Amazon for you!" She called out as she entered the house.

"What?" Her father appeared from the kitchen looking confused as ever.

"Yeah. There's two people from Amazon right outside who wants to deliver a flat screen TV and entertainment system." She explained.

"But I never bought any flat screen TV or entertainment system." Her father replied as he scratched his head, confusion on his face.

"Oh, but they said they're delivering them for you." She replied, confused as well.

"They must have the wrong name and address." Her father shrugged as he passed her and made his way out of the house.

She felt confused about the whole situation but she needed to put Starlene in her crib first. She had fallen asleep on the way from the playground towards the house.

After putting Starlene in her crib she went out of the room and found the delivery men bringing in the large boxes and placing them in the living room. Her father approached her with a smile on his face but she could see that he seemed rather nervous as well.

"Dad, what's going on?" She asked.

"Y/n darling, I hope you're not mad at me or him for not letting you know about this soon. But, in our defense, we thought you still needed some space from him so we didn't tell you." He said slowly.

"Dad.. what are you on about?" She asked, utterly confused.

"Excuse me, sir. Could you sign here, please." One of the delivery men suddenly stood next to them, brandishing a paper and a pen at her father.

"Sure." Her father nodded then signed the paper.

The delivery men then left, leaving her even more confused.

"Dad, what's going on?" She asked again.

Her father opened his mouth but then his cellphone rang. He raised his index finger at her, gesturing for her to wait while he pulled out his cellphone from his pants' pocket. He looked at his cellphone's screen and smiled then accepted the call.

"Hi Sebastian! Yes, yes, they just arrived." Her father said, nodding his head enthusiastically.

She felt as if her heart had stopped beating when she heard her father saying Sebastian's name. Everything clicked into place for her. Sebastian was obviously the one who sent the flat screen TV and entertainment system. She shook her head in disbelief. Part of her was happy and touched that he would do that, but another part of her was angry that her father conspired with him not to tell her that they've been talking behind her back.

"The delivery men just left and I haven't opened them yet. But, thank you so much, Sebastian! You're so thoughtful. Thank you." Her father said.

"Dad. Give the phone to me." She said, extending her hand to him.

"Oh yes, she knows. In fact, she wants to talk to you if that's okay." Her father said while looking at her with a slight fear in his eyes.

If that's okay? Seriously?! She thought in anger.

"The phone, dad.. give it to me!" She insisted, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Here she is, Sebastian. Yeah. Thank you again and good luck!" Her father said then he handed her his cellphone.

"Sebastian Stan.. what do you think you're doing?!" She hissed into the cellphone as she walked outside to the porch and stood facing the backyard with her other hand on her hip.

"Y/n.. sweetheart, how are you?" He replied.

For a moment her anger at him seemed to vanish as she heard his gentle voice greeting her. She felt her knees weak and she ended up sitting down on the floor.

"I'm angry at you." She replied, her voice shook a little.

"I'm sorry.. "

"Two weeks.. two weeks and nothing then suddenly.. bam! This?! You bribed my dad?!" She fumed.

"Y/n! I didn't buy him the TV and everything to bribe him! He told me his flat screen TV was broken and I thought why not buy him a new one." He protested.

"Seb, you've been talking with him behind my back." She asked, ignoring his reply. "While all this time I thought you had forgotten about me.. or Starlene.." her voice shook as she felt the hurt come back in full force.

"Oh honey, I thought you still needed some space from me. I didn't think you wanted me to call." He replied.

"I.. I.. I do.. I did need some space."

"Did?" He teased.

"Well.. did and still do." She said, not willing to let him know yet how much she missed him.

"Okay. If you still need some space then I won't bother you again. But don't ask me to stop talking to your dad. Cause I need to know how Starlene is." He replied.

Her heart seemed to melt at his reply. He didn't forget about his daughter. He still cared. An immense relief washed over her and she felt like laughing so she did.

"Honey, why are you laughing?" He asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, Seb. I'm just.. just relieved that you haven't forgotten about her."

"Oh sweetheart, how could I forget? There's not a second goes by that I don't think about you or Starlene. I.. I miss you both so much." He sniffled.

The fact that he seemed to be crying triggered her to cry as well. But she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes and took a deep breath.

"You missed another milestone of her, Seb." She said wistfully.

"Oh no. What did I miss?" He asked, disappointment apparent in his voice.

"She called me mama this morning." She sniffled.

"Oh my God, honey! That's amazing! I told you she's bound to start calling you too."

"I know. She said dada too this morning."

"Oh she did? Did you get it on video? The moment she called you?"

"Unfortunately not. But, I'll try to record it next time she does and send it to you."

"Oh please, honey, I would really love to see it!"

"Yeah, of course." She smiled.

For a moment neither of them said anything.

"I.. I'm sorry for everything, sweetheart. I really am." He finally said.

"I'm sorry too, Seb."

"So.. am I forgiven? Are you coming back to me?" He asked slowly.

"Oh, Seb.." she sighed as confusion started to enter her mind again.

"What is it, honey?"

"I'm.. I'm sorry, Seb. I.. I still need some time." Despite the fact that she missed him so much, she was still undecided about their relationship.

He sighed and didn't answer right away.

"Sweetheart, I completely understand. Let's just.. take things slow for now. Maybe we can start by contacting each other again everyday and see where that takes us." He said slowly.

"What do you think, honey?" He asked again as she was quiet and didn't answer him immediately.

"Okay. That sounds good." She finally answered.

"Great! Thank you, honey. Just.. just remember that no matter what happens, I love you. I love you and Starlene. And you both will always be part of my family."

"Oh, Seb."

His loving words triggered her to cry again and for several minutes she let all of her sadness and anger out through her cry. Sebastian continued to say soothing words at her while she cried her heart out. Eventually she stopped.

"I'm sorry, Seb." She sniffled.

"No, I'm the one who should say sorry. I was a stupid husband and I deserved this." He sighed.

"I'm.. I'm sorry too, Seb. Can I.. can I ask you a question?" She asked hesitantly.

"Of course, sweetheart."

"If I asked you again, the question I asked you last time we were together, how would you answer it now?" She asked curiously.

"Well.. I.. you know how much being an actor means to me. So.. I'm sorry sweetheart, but my answer remains the same.." he said slowly.

She suspected he would answer like that but she didn't expect to feel his answer would hurt so much.

"I have to go." She said as she struggled not to cry again.

"Okay. I love you, I miss you and.. and.. thank you for wanting to talk to me today." He replied.

"Of course, Seb." She replied. She couldn't say it yet. No matter how much she still loved and missed him, she couldn't say it yet.

"I'll.. uh.. Can I call you tomorrow? Maybe around this time?" He asked nervously.

"Sure." She replied.

"Okay then. Good bye for now, sweetheart. I'll talk to you again tomorrow."

"Good bye, Seb. Thank you for the flat screen TV and entertainment system."

"My pleasure, honey."

And with that she finally hung up the phone.

She stared at the cellphone's screen. Her mind still reeling from what just happened.

As much as she was disappointed that he would still answer no at her question, she was also happy to finally hear from him, and she looked forward to his next call.

Taglist @sebsgirl71479 @dhoruwolfie

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastianstan #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x y/n #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x female reader #sebastian stan fluff

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A very short collection of Giann & Marius fic recs

(for @roshie-writes who asked in this post and I didn't want to go over the character/word limit in the comments)

i see dead people (against my will) by @samsspambox

Artem, for as long as he could remember, was able to see things others couldn’t.

Yes, Senior Attorney Artem Wing can see ghosts.

He could see ghosts and hid the ability for as long as he could remember. That was his life and, frankly, it was a good one. No one but Neil knew about his ability (and even then, he was still skeptical), he had a crush on a coworker for the first time in his life, and no ghosts had ever come to haunt him.

He just never expected to see Giann von Hagen back in the NXX office.

or alternatively: artem wing sees the ghost of giann and has to deal with the fallout. which may include telling his maybe friends

While the focus of Sam's fic here is mostly on Artem & Giann, there's a lot of Giann content (and a lot of Marius, too)! It's Marius having to come to terms with Giann dying and ghost!Giann trying to communicate with his brother through Artem. Also Giann being a little menace and found family shenanigans if you enjoy that :D

There's a Giann death scene so heads up for that (but I personally find it to be really well written). Overall this fic is a good mixture of comedy and angst and it absolutely does pull at the heartstrings!

you can run, you can hide, but this email WILL find you! by @actualbird

from: Vyn Richter [[email protected]] to: Marius von Hagen [[email protected]] subject: Tutoring Details

Good day, Marius.

I am Dr. Vyn Richter, a professor as well as a friend of your brother, Giann. I am sure that at this point, he has explained to you his request that I be your tutor. I agreed, though the wording of his explanation to me seems that this is a non-negotiable for you. Rest assured, I will ensure that our classes will not be a hindrance in any way. Instead, what I have planned is a course to aid your transition towards your postgraduate studies.

Attached is the syllabus and schedule for our classes, both open to reasonable adjustments. If you have questions, you may email me any time after 12:00pm.

Best regards, Vyn Richter, Ph.D. Associate Professor Department of Psychology Stellis University

from: Marius von Hagen [[email protected]] to: Vyn Richter [[email protected]] subject: Tutoring Details

Cool, got this. See ya. ✌️

Sent from my iPhone

Before going missing, Giann asks Vyn to tutor Marius. Vyn agrees. (A story of annoyance and acceptance, all told through emails.)

If you enjoy epistolary fic, look no further than this one Zak wrote a while back! I still think back to this fic and your question gave me the chance to go back and have a reread :D

The main focus is Vyn and Marius figuring out their tutoring sessions (and a prelude to found family), but there's also a lot of background Marius & Giann and Vyn & Giann. It's tagged as comedy and light angst, so you know what's going down with Giann during the events of the fic :')

10/10 would recommend, I mean the fic is already on this list of recs but I just want to reiterate that this one is really good.

Tiny plug-in for myself but it's just chapter 3 of my fic The L stands for Lukecrative (link leads to ch3) for a very specific scene when Marius has a flashback about getting ice cream with Giann as a kid. You don't necessarily need the context of the previous two chapters to understand what's going on, but I've provided the link for the ease of navigating straight to the ice cream scene if you wish.

Posts here on tumblr:

Time by @samsspambox -- a giann von hagen musing (about marius, about his mother)

yes marius and giann have matching tattoos and heres how they (emotionally) end up getting it by @actualbird -- 1.5K words; Giann takes Marius to get a tattoo and then decides to get a matching one, too, because he doesn't want Marius to be in pain alone

hey, who made the NXX logo? also by @actualbird -- Giann commissions Marius to make the NXX logo we see in HQ

@cheri-carnival 's translated comics from artist 君楽研 (jun le yan) [1] [2] [3]

Some fic concepts by me based on fake titles Sam gave me, but the second one spotlights Giann and Marius

Hope you find something you like in here, roshie-writes!! Have a good rest of your day!

#unfortunately it's a bit tricky to find fics focused only on marius and giann!#giann von hagen #marius von hagen #tears of themis #tears of themis fic #I have a giann & marius fic concept in my doc of ideas so maybe I should bump that up just to throw in my two cents into the tag haha

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Stockroom Antics - Chapter 3

Maria had changed jobs numerous times over the last five years, more to keep herself safe than anything else. Her mother had told her she was a fairy but she thought it was just her mom being weird. Honestly, though, she had no other way of explaining what had happened to her that stormy day before she'd gone into a coma for two weeks.

Please don't take my work. I'll post warnings for each chapter. Will probably be 18+ I haven't decided yet!

Word Count: 1474

Pairing eventually Dean Winchester x OC

Warnings: Angst

A/N: This one's written a little differently than my last one. Let me know what you think. It's the first time I've tried this type of writing. Chapters will alternate viewpoints as well. I also looked into an actual area so this one could feel more realistic.

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You and Sarah went back to the hardline to finish unboxing what had come in on the truck that day. She was still laughing a bit from the little sofa incident, taking out her phone and getting it posted to her social media account.

“So, he was hot,” Sarah mused as she put her phone back in her pocket, pulling some items out of the box in front of her.

You shrug your shoulders, working your own box, “He’s FBI, probably married anyway.”

“Doesn’t mean you couldn’t have flirted a little bit with him,” she teased you.

You now rolled your eyes, “Men are nothing but trouble. How many are flirting with you these days?” you asked, teasing her a bit.

“A few,” she chuckled.

The two of you chatted while you worked, laughing and joking around, as well as planning your next antic to film. Luckily, management was fairly lenient when it came to goofing off at work. Most times in the stockroom there were jokes, laughter, and better than any comedy show you’d ever watched. It all managed to mostly take your mind off of the sulfur question the agent had asked you about but it never fully left your mind.

Your break came up around two-thirty, a typical time when you worked till five. You liked sitting outside in the sun, even on chilly days like today. Most times you’d scroll through Tumbler, reading some fanfic about one of your favorite characters. These days it was Damon from The Vampire Diaries. To you, it was just fantasy. You knew vampires weren’t really like that, and you had no desire for a domineering man in your life either.

Five minutes before you had to go back in, you looked up as the scent of sulfur moved across the air from behind you. Almost a dozen people were walking around the parking lot and the sidewalk in front of the businesses there but none of them stood out. You took a deep breath, the sulfur smell gone as you felt your heart rate increase a little, knowing you’d have to be even more vigilant than before.

As you took care of the hummers for the last half of your shift you paid more attention to the customers in the store, but more for the scent of sulfur. If you had been running the racks of clothes, you probably would have smelled it but since everything on the hummers went in the back half of the store, you never noticed.

Several customers asked you to unlock the bathrooms for them, which you did with a friendly smile, enjoying being able to help them with something. You missed cashiering, which was your last job at the Wal-Mart across the street. Ross hadn’t started cross-training you yet, so for now, you just enjoyed helping the customers who came up to you on the floor. You smiled while you worked, dancing around a little to the music playing in the store. Sometimes something you liked came on even if most of it was more new-aged.

“So, if we get pillows in the shipment tomorrow, pillow fight on hardline,” Sarah told her as you put another hummer in the backroom near the end of your shift.

“Oh my god, that is gonna be so much fun,” you laughed, thinking about it.

“We’ll see who else we can get in on it and get to film it,” she chuckled.

The two of you were always coming up with new ways to have fun at work, “How’d the last video do?” you ask her, mildly curious.

“They loved it and want your profile so they can check your stuff out too,” Sarah told her.

You laugh a little as you look away from her, “You know I’m not into all that stuff. I’ll just be a silent contributor.”

She rolled her eyes, “One of these days you’ll cave,” she teased you before asking you for a code 99, as she did every day the two of you worked together.

You check her bag, say your goodbyes, then clock out and head outside. The smell of sulfur is present but you can’t identify its source. You stop at the edge of the sidewalk, looking both ways and around the parking lot. There is a really nice Impala sitting in the parking lot but you can’t make out who’s inside it, not from this distance. That was not what you should have been focusing on but it was the only odd thing that stood out. What you didn’t notice was the couple that was watching you from near the Petsmart, right next to your work.

Once the way was clear, you crossed the small road and headed toward your truck, feeling your heart rate increasing as you walked. You at least were aware that the sulfur odor was coming from somewhere behind you but that didn’t mean you didn’t suspect whoever was in that Impala either. You’d warded at least the inside of your truck from demons, making it so they couldn’t enter. The breeze blew again, sending that sulfur smell back over you as you closed the driver’s door of your truck.

For a moment, you just sat there, hands on the steering wheel, attempting to calm your racing heart, as well as looking around for anyone suspicious. You saw them, the couple standing near the Petsmart, watching you. One more deep breath, and you started your truck, heading toward home. It was a half-hour drive from where you worked, out in the quieter part of Avra Valley.

You checked your rearview mirror repeatedly as you drove home down those long stretches of road. There was the usual five o’clock traffic but out this way, it was minimal compared to in town. A couple of times you thought you were being followed. You even slowed down, going five under the speed limit. The cars passed you, and you sped back up, now back to five over the speed limit. There was also a brief moment when you could have sworn you saw that black Impala in the small line of vehicles behind you but it wasn’t there when you rechecked.

It was five-thirty-five when you pulled into your driveway. You lived on an acre of land in a mobile home attached to a scamper with a twenty by seventeen-foot enclosed porch that connected the two. As you put the truck in park and shut off the engine, you sat there, taking several, slow deep breaths. You’d already found a decent protection spell with sigils that you’d marked each corner of the property with, as well as warded your house as a just in case.

The sun was low but not quite down, not for another half hour at least, and the wind had picked up again. You sighed as you climbed out of your truck and headed inside. Luckily you’d remembered to leave your heater going so the scamper was warm, that was where you slept and spent most of your time.

Your regular night routine consisted of changing into comfortable pajamas, setting up your coffee pot for the following day, checking Snapchat due to Sara and her tagging you in the antics you did at work, and then spending the evening enjoying your favorite show at the moment. Dinner was leftover baked chicken while watching The Vampire Diaries.

After dark, the neighborhood dogs started up like they usually did. There were plenty of strays in the area but within the last week, the neighbor's dogs had gotten more annoying. It was almost as if people were taking a walk or someone may have been lingering too long. No matter how many times you checked outside, through your window, you never saw anything, not even a stray dog. With the subdivision across the street, lots more people had dogs in the area. There were also the annoying drivers who either blared their music or had the bass turned up so high that you could hear them coming a mile away. It was the usual light traffic for the night since it was a weeknight. On Friday and Saturday nights, all the kids and teenagers were out on dirt bikes and quads.

When eight rolled around, you reluctantly turned off your show before heading to bed. You knew you’d be up for at least another hour reading some fanfic on Tumbler, or several. It was probably the most relaxing part of your day. Snuggled in your bed, leaning against your pillows, letting your mind drift to some fantasy through a fanfic, even with the dogs going off from time to time outside. There were plenty of things you weren’t aware of that night as you plugged in your phone, turned on some relaxing music to sleep to, and turned off your light.

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rarepears · 2 years

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Hi not sure if you take recs but I wanted to share (if you're not interested you can ignore).

Have you read AmieeLouWrites' FF7 fics? Very great crack and angst writer. I am very attached to 'Everything but the kitchen sink' (multiple de-aged time travellers, crack), 'Hey Asshole' (time travel, crack with angst), and the series 'Cursed to Stife' (a Cloud keeps dimension hopping, crack and with angst). 'The divine comedy' series made me cry (Sephiroth time travels and raises Cloud who also time travels, mostly angst but there was an au with crack)

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR THE RECS. They look delicious and it's been a hot minute since I've read FF7 (if we exclude toastedcatbread's fic that is), not going to lie.

Now, it's only polite that I throw some of my FF7 recs right back at you now:

The Strength of a Thousand by ToastedCatBread - in which Cloud Strife's obliviousness keeps getting misunderstood, Hojo is playing matchmaker for his son, and Cloud is... befriending Hojo? It's an amazing crack fic with a regular update schedule too which is a cherry on top.

Lightsword by esama - it's esama. Seeing a fic with her name stamped on it is like seeing "Kirkland Signature" on any product - you know it's going to be high quality, dependable, and worth its weight in gold. Enough said. I recommend anything and everything she writes.

Abrupt Parenthood and Not in the Slightest by metamorcy - there's sadly only two chapters in these incomplete fics, but THE PREMISE IS SO GOOD. First one is time travel!Cloud getting saddled with three sons: Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal. Second one is a Cloud sneaking his boyfriend Rufus out of Shinra while the SOLDIERs go off murdering pretty much all Shinra staff in a military coup.

#rarepears recs #ao3 #ff7 #final fantasy vii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy #cloud strife #sephiroth #fic recommendation #fic rec

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snarky-wallflower · 5 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

@amethystunarmed tagged me for this!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

I've currently got 25 works on there.

2. What’s your total word count?

161, 391! which...wow, that number hits me every time I look at it. I can’t believe I’ve written a whole novel’s length of fanfic this year.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Mostly Hatchetfield and Deltarune, but especially Hatchetfield. The silly little horror-comedy musicals (especially the LiB and Paul) have grabbed me and won’t let go. To the detriment of my WIPs in other fandoms. Oh, and I’ve also written a decent amount of fic for Spiderverse and Dracula! (Our good friend Jonathan Harker, after all.)

4. Top 5 fics by kudos

pas de masque - a pre-canon Spiderverse fic focusing on Gwen's terrible experiences in the Spider-Society, and just what it's like to learn you're doomed in every other universe, and that no one will let you stop it.

The Show Must Go On - a fun little theatre AU for Deltarune, where Susie's been arrested, and the only way for her to not be arrested is to join a club. She chooses theatre, which Noelle is coincidentally the director of. Romance, friendship, and theatre chaos ensues. (also, I LOVE writing Kris in this fic.) It's the fic I've been working on the longest.

what is a god? - my exploration of the Lords in Black, and how they think and treat Hatchetfield and their puppets, written at 12 am after finishing Nerdy Prudes Must Die. Despite that, I’m still pretty proud of it!

used to think about you (everywhere i go) - a post-canon Nimona (movie-verse) fic, in which Nimona gets to work out her complex feelings about Gloreth by standing at her grave. Sometimes therapy is yelling at your ex-bestie's grave, more at 11.

one hell of a normal abnormality - a fic where I wrote Pete actually seeming to care that Ruth and Richie weren't there at Homecoming, with a decent exploration of grief and feeling guilty. Also, I think I was the first one to use the green-hair-after-being-touched-by-Wiggly headcanon.

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes, of course! I love comments - you read my whole chapter/fic, and you liked it enough to post your reaction! Amazing, I love you, I would literally die for some commentors.

6. What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Oh, this is hard. Most of the fic I write is angst, so tough to pick. I'd say the real competition is between life underground (it's over now) and always be my favourite ghost. But if I had to choose, it would be the first one, because that ends with Chara literally ripping up their adoption certificate, and thinking they’ll never be a part of the Dreemurr family. And we all know what happens next. :(

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Oh, this one’s pretty easy. like real people do. It’s a short, canon divergent one shot I wrote for a podcast, Monstrous Agonies that I was super into - even submitted a couple of letters to the podcast I was pretty proud of. It ends with the characters sort-of rekindling their relationship, after accidentally broadcasting them kissing through the radio. It actually managed to predict a decent amount of the actual finale, too!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Thankfully, I haven't gotten any yet. Hoping that that streak continues.

9. Do you write smut?

Ha! No. And it's probably not going to happen for a long time, if ever. I'm apparently a bit of a nerdy prude myself. I have written at least one fic that's only plot was two characters kissing, though.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I haven’t yet! Maybe someday.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also, no. Benefits of being a smaller fic writer, I guess.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope! But if that ever happens to me, I'm gonna scream

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet! I was thinking of co-writing a Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes fic with a friend in real life, though. It was a really good movie, but I haven't made a lot of progress on it.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

You know, I'm really not sure? I mostly read gen fic, but for shipping? I'd have to say probably Noelle/Susie, or Paul Matthews/Emma Perkins? It really depends on the day - I'll read a lot of ships.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will?

None so far! My WIPs currently are probably going to take a long time, but I plan to finish all of them. Outlines may be bad, but I am determined!

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm really good at internal monologues. And along with that, characterization! I get a lot of really sweet comments about it, and I do like writing character-focused pieces! Which is kind of ironic, given that worrying about writing characters wrong was a pretty big reason I didn’t start writing again until this year.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Dialogue. Oh my god, every time I try to write snappy dialogue, I have new appreciation for comedians and dialogue-heavy writers. Those people are so talented. Sometimes I act out dialogue I’ve written and I want to throw myself into the sun.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language?

Look. I took French for five years. But every time I try to speak French, one of my best friends looks like she wants to fight me. I am not great at languages other than English. I am positive that if I tried to write dialogue by myself, I would just resort to DeepL, or Google Translate, and nobody wants that. If I have to write in another language, I'm going to try and get a translator.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Are we counting works posted to ao3, or first fic ever? Because the first fic I ever posted to ao3 was for a podcast, Spirit Box Radio, that I should really relisten to at some point. But my first fandom I ever wrote for was Gravity Falls - the fic's still posted to Quotev, and I have reread it recently. It was a next-generation fic.

...At least younger me was having fun?

20. Favorite fic you’ve ever written?

How dare you ask me to pick? But seriously, probably pas de masque. I know it's cliche to say my most kudos'd fic, but I am super proud of my characterization of Gwen there, and getting to play with pre-canon Spider-Society and what it's like for someone to know they're doomed by the narrative in every other universe.

Okay, who do I know? @acaciapines, @nonbinarycollector, @sherbetflowers, @littlesilentrebel, @am-i-lie, @lilacthebooklover, @noelle-holi-gay, @marvelmaniac715! Please don't feel pressured to respond if you don't want to!

#snarky speaks #writing #ao3 #fanfic #spiderverse #hatchetfield #deltarune

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synthapostate · 1 year

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WIP List

For my own reference, but if anyone's interested in what I'm working on, here it is. The list just keeps growing.

Resist Psychic Death - Possessed Newt. (The thing I'll only look at when I'm already feeling miserable.)

Equal Temperament - A deep dive into my music theory special interest, technically includes sex on a piano. (Scrapped.)

Sweater Curse - A Secular Christmas story (sort of). (Final chapter almost complete.)

Add It Up - Hermann doesn't like parties, Newt says he's too boring to go to one anyway, a bet ensues. (Complete.)

Accidental (needs a real title) - Newt makes a terrible mistake. (A comedy.) (Halfway complete.)

For Alien Syne - Five times Hermann Gottlieb got drunk and needed to hug the stuffing out of that infuriating little man. (Complete but not ready to post.) (I can't count. 5/6 complete.)

Smut (it's not smut) - The morning after their first time. (Partially complete but maybe scrapped? Best concepts used elsewhere.) Turns out it's smut. (Partially complete.)

Like Cats and Dogs - Domesticity and possible pet adoption. Angst. Turns out it's smut.

The Tropes Nobody Asked For - A bodyswap AU. Comedy. Hurt/comfort?

I could be writing sweaty nerd sex like a normal person but no - Mostly a story about self-image. Angst. Fluff.

More tropes nobody asked for - A time travel AU. Drama. Comedy.

Decontamination Shower - A lab accident makes things weird. (One paragraph written but I'm not sure where I was going with this.)

Fear of Flying - A deep dive into my aerospace engineering special interest, technically includes a lot of hand-holding. (This one's really taking off.)

Heating Pad - A cat adopts Hermann. (Concept stage.)

Expectation vs. Reality - My take on their first meeting. (Complete but needs another pass to make Hermann more of a dick.)

Hermann's Ex - Newt meets Hermann's siblings and Learns Things he never knew before. (Complete but the last chapter really went off the rails.)

Thriller - The Shatterdome is kind of spooky at night. (Concept stage.)

There Was Only One Bed - We like tropes here. (This was supposed to be a trope subversion but I forgot where it was going, so I guess it's just the trope now.)

Miserable, Lonely and Depressed (Pathetic) - The return of Cool Uncle Newt. (He's not cool, he's possessed.)

Vampire AU - I mean obviously I had to write a vampire AU at some point. (Comedy.)

Whump - Was supposed to be about a car accident, but it turned into emotional hurt/comfort.

Some Days You Just Can't Get Rid of a Bomb - Newt tries to solve capitalism.

Retail Horror Stories - Newt and Hermann commiserate over the shitty jobs they worked when they were younger.

Ghost Story - Comedy, it was SUPPOSED TO BE A COMEDY Death of a major character.

Nightmares - Ghost drift bleeds into their dreams.

Cold as Ice - Hurt/Comfort?

Newt's Passion - A sex pollen fic. (No, it isn't.)

Other, Funnier Ghost Story - Will it be a comedy this time? Let's find out.

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out of my league - knj | 01

you were out of my league. got my heartbeat racing. if i die, don't wake me, cause you are more than just a dream - out of my league, fitz and the tantrums

✹ summary- Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out about your years-long hopeless crush on him. And he most definitely was not supposed to find out about it in front of all your coworkers in a company-wide meeting.

✹ rating- explicit/18+/nsfw

✹ pairing- kim namjoon x reader

✹ word count- 6.6k

✹ genre- angst, smut, comedy

✹ chapter warnings- swearing, descriptions of sex, sexual content, namjoon being a sexy flirt, jungkook being a himbo, awkward conversations, jimin being a protective bff

✹ a/n- hello and welcome to this fic thats lived in my google docs for almost a year now. without @ladyartemesia @xjoonchildx @untaemedqueen and @chimoona, i would never have posted it. i truly owe so much of my brainstorming and creativity to their incredible brains and thoughts and ideas. i love them very much! i hope you enjoy this first chapter! please feel free to message me, talk to me abt anything!! im always here to chat. ILY!

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Kim Namjoon was never supposed to find out this way.

You planned to confess your undying, unerring love for your coworker at a better time, a classier place. You would wear a dress that highlighted your features, hair cascading down your back, makeup done to perfection and spritzed with expensive perfume. You’d confess, he’d confess right back, and you’d live happily ever after.

You’d also dreamt that Kim Namjoon would have the slightest inkling of who you are before he finds out about your year long crush. He might know you as the mousy girl in the office who doesn’t talk and doesn’t contribute much other than some crunched numbers and apparently the best coffee brewer in the office. But you’d prefer he knows you well—your favorite colors and movies and foods, what makes you happy and sad; things future husbands should know.

You very much did not think it would happen in a company wide conference, full of over five hundred suit-wearing executives. You did not think it would be done by the office bully, Chungha, who carefully takes over the mic and speaks the words clearly as she presents awards of recognition.

“Congratulations to Kim Namjoon for 5 years with the company, over $4 million in revenue, and the object of ____’s lust and affection. I’m sure you two will have the happy life she’s written in her journal about. Make sure you celebrate with her today!”

The room is silent, so silent you could have heard a pin drop from a mile away. Your face is cherry red and you wish the earth would open up and swallow you whole. Your heart feels like someone has ripped it in half and you stare in horror at the girl smirking at the front. Is this what it feels like to be backstabbed? Namjoon looks perplexed—confusion written on his face as he gestures around to no one in particular like he’s saying ‘what the fuck was that?’

Awkward coughing and clapping begins and Namjoon stands to receive his award, a fine wooden fountain pen, and chances a glance around the room. He easily spots you, with your wide, frightened face. His look remains passive, not hinting what he’s thinking behind those stormy eyes, before he turns and sits back down at the table with his buddies from his department.

You seriously contemplate quitting your job. You could find a new one easily, right? Just stand up and tell your boss you quit and you’re out of there before Namjoon ever sees you again and you’ll never have to face the mean girl who’s ratting you out.

As much as the idea rolls through your head, you know you won’t do it. You love your job, love the security and finances it provides you, and you love to look at Kim Namjoon, all day every day.

You don’t understand where things went wrong.

( one month ago )

It’s 9:03 am. You finish brewing the coffee in the small staff kitchen and sigh at the aroma of the freshly ground beans. Coffee is your favorite meal, favorite time of day, favorite snack, and preferred beverage. You drink it constantly. You’re known as “coffee girl” at work, mostly because no one really bothers to get to know you beyond that. You drink coffee like it’s a devoted religion. You could drink a cup right before bed and still sleep like a baby. It was, put simply, your drink.

The office workers deem you to be the one to make the pots of coffee every morning, claiming you were the ‘best’. You didn’t mind—you preferred to make your own coffee regardless—but you believe your coworkers are trying to pass off the twenty-minute job to someone lower in the office hierarchy. And you were one step above the interns.

The coffee machine chimes to let you know it’s hot, and it’s ready for you. You eagerly pour a mug, a large one, and smile as the waft of freshly ground beans (by you, of course) fills your senses.

You nearly knock the cup out of your hand as Kim Namjoon strolls into the office, eyes set on the coffee.

You feel your throat swell up, like he’s an allergen and you’re caught without an epi-pen. Butterflies swirl in your stomach and you can’t stop staring at him. He pays you no mind, tired yet determined to pour a cup of coffee and get back to his office.

You stand in the small kitchen, clutching your coffee like a lifeline, and pray to god you don’t do something stupid.

Namjoon pours his mug, and you watch his muscular hands grip the coffee pot. He pours a hefty amount of cream and sugar into his cup—it appears even perfect male specimens have their faults.

Your eyes dance on his face before they tango down his body. You wonder what he looks like in the morning, crawling out of bed with mussed hair and a sleepy smile painted on his face. He’d look at you and tell you you’re the most beautiful girl and kiss you deeply despite morning breath. Maybe he’d take you to the shower to press you against the tile as he fuc-

“Oh!” it startles Namjoon to see you, and the coffee in his hand swishes violently. “Didn’t see you there. Sorry!”

Your heart melts. He’s the picture of kindness and politeness. You recognize it’s been a few seconds and you still haven’t replied.

“It’s fine!”

“Great coffee, by the way,” he smiles. His teeth nearly knock you out cold with their brilliance. “Have a good day.”

He turns and exits the room without so much as a glance back at you. Your knees feel weak.

Kim Namjoon talked to you. He complimented you. He told you to have a good day. It’s the best and most significant conversation you’ve had with your secret crush.

You definitely file that away for another day when you need to reminisce on his compliment, and you scurry out of the kitchen towards your desk.

Park Jimin is waiting dutifully at your desk when you arrive, a smug smile still slapped over your features as you sip at your coffee. Namjoon spoke to you today—how lovely.

Jimin quirks an eyebrow.

“What’s got you so perky this morning?”

You’re normally quiet and passive, avoiding eye contact or any semblance of emotion on your face.

You look up at the blonde bespectacled boy. Park Jimin is the closest thing to a best friend in the company. He’s who you spend time with at lunch, see on weekends, and text often. You suppose he’s the closest thing to a best friend you have in your entire life.

You send him a smirk and lean in close to whisper. “Namjoon said hi to me today!”

Jimin sends you a pitiful look and pats your shoulder. Your best friend is well aware of your secret crush and while he thinks Namjoon is a nice guy, he thinks your crush is a little hopeless. He’s the most popular guy in the office, often has dates lined up every weekend. Jimin hears the way he and his friends talk in the break room. The man is definitely not hurting for female attention.

“Oh, honey,” he sighs, unenthusiastically. “That’s great.” He can’t help but feel a twinge of sadness over how excited you’re getting from a simple ‘hello’ from a coworker.

“I know, right? Anyway, lunch today?” You ask as you settle down into your cubicle.

Jimin pushes his glasses up his face and nods. “Of course! That’s why I came by this morning. I wanted to let you know that Jungkook from marketing will join us.”

You make a face, disgust etched in the lines creasing your forehead.

“Why?”

Jungkook is well known in the company. He’s a loudmouth, a player, a clown, and everyone’s favorite comedian. He’s just not your favorite.

“Don’t be rude,” Jimin admonishes at your grimace. “He asked to join and well—he’s cute. I can’t say no to him.”

“Oh Christ, Jimin,” you groan. “Not you too! Don’t tell me you have the hots for the serial fuckboy?”

He blushes lightly and shrugs. “Maybe I do! Be nice to him today or I’ll eat all your chocolate ice cream I know you have at home.”

You stick your tongue out, petulantly. “Fine, now let me get to work or else Seokjin will be up my ass.”

Jimin smiles and kisses your cheek before he scurries away, back to human resources.

It feels as if barely any time has passed. You’re working hard, running calculations and updating spreadsheets. You have an eye for numbers, and losing yourself in an equation is just another day for you. You’re shaken from your cheerful place by a vibration from your phone, and a text alert popping on the lit screen.

jimin 12:01 pm- it’s lunchtime!! you better get your butt out here!

You smile and text back an affirmative reply, then move to grab your lunch from the company fridge. Gliding down the steps leading to the fresh outdoors, you meet Jimin at the lunch tables in the grass.

Jimin is sitting with Jungkook. You can recognize your best friend by his hair and glasses, and Jungkook by his obnoxious laughter.

“Hi,” you murmur as you sit down and open up the brown bag lunch you’ve brought.

“Hi!” Jimin is excited to see you, and just a pinch over eager to be sitting next to Jungkook.

“You know Jungkook, right?” Jimin asks, a harsh look in his eyes that reminds you to be on your best behavior.

You nod as you pull out a bag of grapes. “Oh, yeah, hey,” you smile. “I’ve seen you around.”

Jungkook delivers you a signature smirk and you feel yourself roll your eyes internally. “Yeah, you’re Coffee Girl, right?”

You pout and glare down at your brown bag lunch. Will you ever become more than just Coffee Girl?

“Yeah, I suppose that’s me.”

Jimin clears his throat to dismiss any awkwardness.

“So, Jungkook, I hear you like working out? ___ likes to work out too. She drags me to the gym sometimes. Maybe we could all meet up sometime?” You don’t miss the hopeful lilt in his voice. Jungkook does.

“Oh, yeah?” He narrows a sexy look at you, rather—a look he thinks is sexy that you find off-putting. “What do you do at the gym? Little cardio sets with 5 pound weights?”

What an asshole.

“Sometimes,” you state as you take a bite of the homemade salad you handcrafted last night. “Most of the time I’m lifting heavy. I can bench 275 and deadlift 300.”

Jungkook looks taken back. “What, really?” He sounds breathless. “You lift more than Namjoon-hyung.”

At the sound of the love of your life’s name, you pause. Your face heats quickly and Jungkook smirks. Of course, he recognizes this and not Jimin’s obvious flirting.

“Why are you blushing?” He asks. “Did I say something?”

You’re quick to dismiss things. “Um--no. I just um,” you’re grasping at straws. “I’m hot.”

Jimin is trying not to laugh, hiding his mouth behind a petite hand.

Jungkook tilts his head. “It’s not even sunny today.”

You gulp. “Yeah, I must be hot. With a fever. M-malaria… probably.”

Jungkook snorts.

“You have malaria? Bummer.” He picks at his nails. “I thought for a moment you had a thing for Namjoon.”

“No!” The retort is quick, too quick for normal conversation, and it gives you away.

“Aha!” Jungkook points an accusing finger at you. “You have the hots for him, don’t you?”

Your features melt, and Jimin tries to assuage the situation. “Jungkook, please don’t tell anyone,” he pleads.

Jungkook smiles at you. “That’s so cute. It’s like a little nerdy freshman crushing on the senior class president.”

You bury your head in your hands, suddenly unable to stomach any food.

“Jungkook,” Jimin’s tone becomes more firm, authoritative. “I’m asking you this as a friend. Please, don’t say anything.”

Jungkook holds his hands up to prove his innocence and waves his proverbial white flag.

“Secret is safe with me,” he promises. “But it’s cute. I know him really well, you know. I could try to hook you two up.”

You blanch, unsure if you want Jungkook saying anything about you to the man of your dreams.

“I’m good, but thanks,” you offer meekly. “I’m not feeling well. I’m going to head back to work, okay?”

Jimin frowns, knowing you’re feeling like a cornered animal, and nods. “Feel better, babe,” he sighs.

Jungkook watches as you leave and turns to Jimin. “Man, he’s way out of her league.”

Jimin slaps the boy in the chest. “Be nice, asshole, that’s my best friend.”

Jungkook promises to be nice, and Jimin is blissfully unaware that others are listening and that the man beside him is easy to persuade.

( present day )

The company-wide meeting adjourns soon after what is likely to be the most embarrassing moment you’ve ever lived through.

You’re grabbing at your things and trying to run out of the room, desperate to get out before anyone sees you or talks to you or laughs at you.

A hand grabs at the coattails of your suit jacket and you’re pulled backwards with a yelp. You turn to seek your captor and find the concerned face of your best friend, Jimin.

“Are you okay? What the fuck just happened?”

Jimin’s concern makes it all real. Until now you could pretend you were in a fugue state, totally dissociated from reality. Now, you realize that everyone in the entire company is aware of your crush on Kim Namjoon.

You can feel your bottom lip wobble, tears threatening to spill. Jimin murmurs an ‘oh shit’ and drags you out of the large room and into the nearest bathroom. He pushes you to sit against the sink and passes you toilet paper to dab at your eyes.

“I don’t know how she found out!” you cry. “God, I feel so stupid and embarrassed.”

It incenses Jimin. He’s holding it back to ensure you’re okay, but in reality, it’s an HR nightmare waiting to happen. He’ll find who did it and punish them accordingly.

They will suffer.

“It’s okay, babe,” he pulls you into a hug. “Everyone will forget about it soon. They’ll think it’s just a lame office joke, okay?”

You nod, feeling the slightest bit comforted by his words.

“How could she find out, Jiminie?” You ask with a sniffle. “You’re the only person who knows.”

Jimin sighs and shakes his head.

“I don’t know, but they’re dead. I haven’t told any-... oh, my god,” Jimin stops suddenly. You look up at him to catch what he’s thinking.

He growls and balls his fists.

“Jungkook knew.”

You let out a sob and bawl your eyes out into the tissue you’re holding. Jimin holds you tighter while he conjures up a hundred different ways to hurt someone and make it look like an accident.

“Don’t worry,” Jimin sighs, trying to comfort both you and himself. “I’m HR. I have to handle this. I’ll make sure they get what they deserve.”

You feel a sting of pain for Jimin. He’s been hopelessly doting on the man who spilled the beans for a few months now, even got to take him on a few dates. It was still nothing serious, but Jimin was clearly smitten.

“I’m sorry you have to do that, Chim,” you whisper. “I know how you feel about him.”

“Yeah, well,” he swallows thickly. “You’re more important than any asshole.”

Jimin holds you tight for a few minutes longer, before you clean yourself up and steel yourself. Ignore everyone, Jimin encourages. Just get to work, he says. Then you can go home and we’ll drink wine and forget about it all, he promises.

You replay his words in his head like a prayer as you walk down the corridors and towards your office. Everyone in the hallways stops to stare at you. They lean towards their friends and whisper. You hear snippets of their gossip, like “Namjoon” and “out of her league”. It drives the sharp blade lodged in your chest even further. It threatens to collapse your lungs and break your ribs.

You make it to your desk safe and sound and bury yourself in work and forcibly ignore the gawking and the stares.

Just make it home. Just get through the day. You’re almost there.

You could do this.

You nearly make it the entire day before running into the one person you didn’t want to see, Kim Namjoon.

At the end of the day, you’re taking the stairs down to the parking garage instead of the elevator. The elevator is too busy, too many people, and you’re trying to avoid the stares and giggles at your expense. The stairs are always deserted and you figure it’s your safest bet.

You can nearly hear the wine calling your name at home. A delicate glass of Sauvignon Blanc and some chocolate ice cream and a good cry—it sounds like the best and only way to unwind after the worst day you’ve ever had in your life.

The chanting of your name gets louder and you wonder if you’ve finally lost your mind—if you’re actually hearing your wine bottles all the way at home talking to you.

No, wait. The voice is real, and coming from behind you. You turn around to face who’s calling you and nearly faint at the sight.

Kim Namjoon stands on the landing above you, one strip of stairs between you.

“Hey!” He seems glad he’s caught you. “I’ve been calling your name for a minute.”

You swallow and search for an answer.

“Sorry, I’m-.. I guess I’m just a little out of it today.”

Namjoon grimaces.

“Yeah, about that…” he begins as he takes the steps down to be on equal ground as you. Your heart is spinning wildly. He’s so close to you. He’s talking to you. On any other day you’d be erupting towards the sky like a firework. But today isn’t any other day.

“I feel like I should apologize,” he states. “I don’t know what happened. I didn’t plan it or anything.”

Damn him and his kindness. Damn him and his cute, awkward smile.

“No, no,” you assure. “I know you didn’t. You don’t have to apologize.”

It’s hard to make eye contact with the man. You want to, know it’s important in intense conversations like this, but the thought of him seeing you—really seeing you makes you ache inside.

“It was a really shitty prank,” he begins. “I’m sure you don’t even know who I am, let alone have a crush on me.”

For the millionth time that day, your face heats to a near boil. You stammer and you’re sure you’ve blown any chance at even thinking about a date with Namjoon.

“Oh, uh, right,” you seek an answer, beg your brain to pick something to say that doesn’t make you sound stupid. “I do.”

“You do what?” He’s confused and you widen your eyes at what just left your mouth.

“I do know you! I mean, I do have a crush on you! Oh, fuck,” you shove your face into your hands. “Please, ignore that. I need to go. Sorry!” You don’t give him a chance to reply, you book it out of the stairway as fast as your heels will take you.

Today was the worst day you’ve suffered through in your life.

The next few days aren’t much better.

Not only are you “coffee girl”, you’re now also sarcastically called “Namjoon’s girl”. As much as you hate your initial title, you’d prefer it to the new one they throw at you as you walk by.

Jimin rats out Jungkook and Chungha to the bosses. They get two weeks probation and they have to write you apology letters if they wish to keep their permanent files clean of any reprimands. It’s a slap on the wrist, and everyone involved knows it. Jimin is furious and wants the boss to reconsider. You tell him not to push it. You’d rather this be over and everyone to forget it even happened. Jimin unwillingly agrees.

You’re working at your desk, earphones shoved in your ears to diffuse the gossip in the room, when you feel a tap on your shoulder. You turn and are greeted with the face of Judas Iscariot himself, Jeon Jungkook.

“Hi,” he sounds sheepish, cheeks reddening.

You narrow your eyes at him, sharper than steel. “What the fuck do you want?”

He winces, knowing he deserved that. “Well, I just wanted to apologize. I know they told me to write you a letter, but it seems too impersonal…”.

You can’t believe Jungkook is sucking his ego up and actually coming to you to apologize. You thought he’d for sure be the one to cop out and send a shitty letter.

He continues.

“I just wanted to let you know that I’m sorry that all went down. I didn’t mean to tell her. She got me drunk and said she saw me eating lunch with you and Jimin. I think she was jealous or something and it slipped out. I know that’s not an excuse. I fucked up your trust and Jimin’s trust. But I just wanted you to know I didn’t do it to be an asshole. She sort of duped me.”

You pause as you take in the man’s apology. He didn’t have to come to you in person. He could have easily taken the shitty route and half-assed a letter to you. But he didn't, and he owned up to his mistake. God dammit.

“I appreciate your apology, Jungkook,” you sigh and you see his body visibly relax. “I’m still mad, but I guess the anger is at her for doing it in the first place. I’m sorry she tricked you.”

He breathes a sigh of relief and kneels down beside you. “I’m really happy you believe me. I was worried you were going to kick me in the nuts.

“I won’t lie, I thought about it.”

He smiles with you, and you feel like this is the restart of a friendship. “I definitely deserved it.”

You shrug and smile. “Jimin would kill me for hurting you. He might even kill me for thinking about hurting you.”

Jungkook’s smile drops at the name of your best friend. Yikes. Looks like there’s still trouble in paradise.

“I think you’d be in similar company with Jimin right now. He’s not speaking to me.”

You let out a breath through your nose. “Yeah, he’s a little protective of me.”

“For good reason,” he admits. “You’re like a cute little flower. A cute nerdy flower.”

“Jungkook,” you warn. “I just forgave you after I was humiliated in front of the entire company. I’d be careful with calling me nerdy right now.”

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it in a bad way.”

It’s hard to stay mad at the boy, no matter how much you dislike his reputation around the office. The fact that he humbled himself enough to seek you out and apologize is proof enough to you of his character.

“It’s okay, Jungkook. I forgive you,” you smile. “Thank you for apologizing.”

He rubs the back of his neck anxiously as his cheeks flare red.

“Yeah, it felt pretty shitty to just… do anything else. Plus, you seem really cool.”

“You seem great, too, Jungkook.”

He smiles and pulls you in for a hug, catching you off guard. For the fuckboy type, he’s surprisingly sensitive and soft. You like that about him.

“I’ll see you around, okay?” He says as he pulls away from you.

“Maybe you should apologize to Jimin, too?”

His smile drops, but he nods anyway. “Yeah, maybe I’ll go find him now.”

“Good luck,” you offer with a pat on his shoulder.

With a sad smile, he turns and heads down the hallway towards the HR department. You pray Jimin shows mercy to the handsome boy.

A few weeks go by, and you’re sure that everyone has forgotten about you and your most embarrassing moment to date. You make the coffee, you calculate the numbers, everyone ignores you. Things return to relative normalcy.

Until it doesn't. The moment you think you're safe is the moment your guard comes down and everything falls apart around you.

It's when you're in the staff kitchen, grinding fresh beans to brew a second pot of coffee, that it happens.

The kitchen is fuller than usual. You normally try to wait until the lunchtime crowd dwindles and leaves to make your second pot, but you're so desperate for the caffeine that you can't find it in you to care.

You trudge into the kitchen with your handy coffee mug clutched in your tired hands and head towards the cupboards to grind up the beans.

There's a few groups of coworkers lingering in the room, and as your grinder whirs the beans around into a powder, you chance a look around to see who's among the crowd.

Your eyes flick immediately to where a hearty laugh erupts. It makes your heart still in your throat. Namjoon sits with his usual crowd of friends, hand gripping a homemade sandwich while the other assists him in telling his story to his friends. He pays you no mind—why would he?—and you can't help but stare at the way his dark brown hair lays perfectly against his forehead, and his eyes crinkle so cutely at the edges when he smiles.

You nearly forget about the coffee grounds—you're snapped out of your Namjoon-induced trance when suddenly a woman's laugh echoes around the room.

"Look at her," the voice states.

You peer up and see a girl you vaguely recognize. Is she from Marketing? Or perhaps Sales? You’re not sure, but she’s staring at you with a sneer.

“She’s so weirdly obsessed with Namjoon. It’s so creepy.”

Your face turns cherry red and you’re sure your lungs stop functioning. The air your body needs to breathe freezes and your chest aches.

Namjoon turns to look at the girl before he looks and sees you grasping your coffee grounds tightly.

“Chungha was right—it’s so weird. Namjoon, you should talk to HR about this!”

Namjoon turns back to the gossiping coworker and frowns. “Can you leave it alone? She wasn’t even doing anything.”

The girl huffs and crosses her arms over her chest and looks back at Namjoon.

“How can you stand to be in the same room as her? She clearly thinks she has a chance with you.”

Her words come out like a bite. She punctuates her point with a harsh laugh and the group around her mumbles and chuckles in agreement.

You’re desperately grabbing at anything you can, wanting to leave as quickly as possible before you’re embarrassed further.

“Well, she does!” Namjoon replies loudly, annoyance written in his features. “I was actually going to ask her to dinner this weekend in private, but since everyone is so fucking interested in my love life, I have to do it publicly.”

The room falls silent, and your favorite mug falls out from your hands and shatters on the floor. All sets of eyes stare at you while yours widen with disbelief—you don't even care that you’re standing in a pool of old coffee and shattered ceramic.

Namjoon stands and heads over to you, bending down to pick up the shards of your coffee mug. You take a few stunted breaths to kneel and help.

His eyes peer into yours. They’re warm—a chocolate brown color that makes you feel safe.

“What do you say?” He asks with a smile so gentle it nearly breaks your heart. “Will you let me take you out this weekend?”

You’re gaping like a fish and the surrounding room is silent—bated breath waiting for your reply.

“Yes, I would l-love that.”

His smile turns even brighter, and he stands to throw the broken mug away.

“I’ll email you the details, okay?”

Your head nods dumbly without thinking. His eyes sparkle as he smiles at you, and he extends his hand down to you to assist you off the floor. As your hand slips into his, you can’t help but feel how soft and strong he feels. You wonder what his hand would feel like caressing your face, smoothing down the expanse of your bare back, running down the length of your body.

The thoughts shake out of you as he winks and kisses your hand gently, causing the gossiping coworker to grunt her disapproval and for murmurs of shock to echo around the room.

“I’ll talk to you later, doll.” Namjoon winks at you before he grabs his sandwich and leaves the room, gesturing to his crew to follow along.

The place on your hand felt warm where his lips once lingered. You no longer cared about the angry glares from the rest of your coworkers. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, and you leave the kitchen nearly floating on cloud nine.

Email from: Kim Namjoon

Sent: 3:06 pm

Subject: Hey good lookin ;)

Hey!

Just wanted to see how you are! I’m sorry about what happened at lunchtime. That was super petty and uncalled for. I really wanted to ask you out, and I hope I didn’t embarrass you too much by doing it in front of everyone.

I was wondering if you’d like to go out this Friday night after work? Say around 7? If you send me your address, I’ll pick you up.

Let me know!

Xoxo, Joon

You’re sure if you weren’t sitting in your tiny cubicle, you’d be screaming your lungs out.

The second the notification of the email came through, direct from the man of your desires himself, your body froze.

You re-read the message, over and over and over.

The winky emoji, the xoxo, the nickname ‘joon’. It’s all so much and makes the grin on your face threaten to split your lips in half.

Your fingers press the “FWD” button and you quickly send the message to Jimin, before you stand demurely, attempting to give off an air of professional confidence. You need to talk to Jimin, now.

As soon as you’re out of the eyesight of suspicious coworkers, you bolt down the hallway towards Human Resources. Your high heels click loudly on the tiled floor, but the sound doesn’t even register in your mind. All you can think about is Namjoon, the email, the press of his lips on your hand, the way his smile made you feel as if you could fly.

The door to HR swings open with your tight grip around the doorknob, and you open your mouth to call to Jimin, the lone employee, when you’re startled by the sight ahead of you.

Jimin sits on the edge of his expansive desk with his arms thrown around Jungkook’s neck and is clearly engaged in a deep, sensual kiss. At the sound of the door opening, they quickly break apart, with matching cherry red blushes on their cheeks and mused hair.

“Oh, shit,” you gasp.

The men are silent and you can’t help but giggle after a moment passes. “I’ll take it you two made up?”

Jungkook flashes you a dopey grin, one that gives you an answer, while Jimin smirks haughtily.

“Jungkook and I were just discussing, umm… his 401k.”

Jungkook looks at the blonde boy for a moment, confused, before he gets it. “Yeah! Totally. Retirement. Love to t-talk about it?”

You laugh out loud and walk towards the couple.

“I’m sure it was a titillating discussion,” you tease. “I have good news though, if it’s okay to interrupt this retirement planning session.”

Jimin nods and Jungkook rubs at the back of his neck awkwardly. “I guess I should leave?”

“It’s okay,” you smile. “I trust you.”

Jungkook smiles as if he’s just won the lottery. He looks between you and Jimin, face pure and excited like a puppy.

“What’s up?” Jimin asks as he moves to sit down at his desk.

“I forwarded you an email. Read it.”

Jimin nods and logs on to his posh computer, scrolling and clicking before narrowing his eyes and reading.

“Oh, my god.” Jimin’s face is shocked—it's written all over his features. “Namjoon asked you out?!”

Jungkook’s child-like grin turns into one of shock himself. He runs around to stand behind Jimin, eyes seeking over the words of the email.

“Well, hot damn,” Jungkook whistles. “He asked her out.”

Jimin exchanges a look with Jungkook, one that you’re not sure you can read. It quickly slips your mind, however, as you’re more focused on the task at hand.

“Can you come over tonight after work and help me pick out something to wear?” You ask excitedly.

Jimin smiles at you, a touch of sadness in his eyes, before he nods.

“Of course, babe,” he assures. “We’ll make sure you look nice and hot for the date with Mr. Kim.”

“Thank you!” You squeal as you wrap your arms around your best friend. He hugs you back before you scurry out of the office and back to your cubicle, itching to reply to the message.

Jimin sighs as the door to his office closes behind you.

“Kook, please don’t tell me he’s going to break her heart. He’s asking her out to make himself feel better about this, isn’t he?”

Jungkook slips his hand into Jimin’s and squeezes.

“I’ll find out, baby.”

Jimin smiles and nods appreciatively at the boy, before leaning up and kissing him.

Jungkook smiles against his lips, and is determined to ensure the young HR specialist never hates him again, even if he has to go behind his hyung’s back to ensure his new boyfriend’s happiness.

Jungkook has one mission now, and that’s ensuring Namjoon takes you on the greatest date known to man.

He grills Jimin with questions about what you like over dinner one night. Jimin finds it endearing that Jungkook is so eager to rectify his mistakes, but he still can’t help but worry that Namjoon is doing this to save face—not because he actually likes you.

“So, what does she like doing?” Jungkook asks as he spins his pasta around his chopsticks idly.

Jimin smiles as he takes a bite of the ramen Jungkook has thoughtfully prepared for their stay-at-home date.

“I’ve told you already! She’s easy to figure out.” Jimin pats Jungkook’s hand gently. “She loves cooking and baking, working out, daydreaming about Namjoon.”

“Cooking, hm,” Jungkook looks thoughtful as he takes a bite. “I think Namjoon can work with that. I’ll let him know!”

Jimin tries to hide the anxiety brewing in his stomach. He’s had to plaster on a fake smile for you while you tried on different outfits, wondering which will be the one to finally convince Namjoon he is the one for you. It’s hard to fake it around his boyfriend, too—but something tugs in his stomach that flares the cynical side of him.

Namjoon went from not knowing of your existence, to watching you get publicly embarrassed in a matter of minutes. While Namjoon isn’t a terrible guy, Jimin knows he doesn’t like anything to tarnish the gentleman reputation he’s built in the office. And as much as Jimin likes him, and surely likes his friend Jungkook, he can’t help but feel skeptical.

Jungkook hurriedly pulls out his phone and types away, letting his elder friend know of what he’s found out. Jimin swallows his food, and his pride, and hopes to god his growing cynicism is wrong.

Friday comes slower than you’d like. You wake up every day during the week, one day closer, and your eagerness hits peak levels. Namjoon sees you in the hallways during the week and winks at you, hands shoved in his tight slacks that make you salivate.

He emails you again Thursday afternoon, confirming things and getting your address. You reply in nanoseconds, uncaring how overeager you come off.

By the time your alarm clock rings on Friday morning, you’ve already been awake for 4 hours.

All you can do is daydream about the date, the way his hand fits into yours, the warmth of his eyes when he smiles at you.

It’s what fuels you through work.

You hope to god the numbers you’re attempting to work during the day come out right, because your mind is elsewhere for more than most of the day. There isn’t enough coffee in the world, but also your body feels as if you’ve overdosed on caffeine already.

The clock eeks towards 5:00 pm and you’re bolting out the door at 4:56 to head home and get ready for your date.

Jimin attempts to meet you before you leave, but your desk is cold and empty by the time he gets there.

He sighs and heads back towards his office to gather his things, waving bye to various coworkers as they file out of the corporate building.

He turns the corner towards his office but stops in his tracks as he sees Namjoon’s back to him, phone pressed to his ear.

“Baby, I’ll come over later tonight, okay?” Namjoon speaks into the phone.

Jimin feels his heart fall into the pit of his stomach. He retreats and hides behind a wall, ear carefully peeled to listen to the tall man’s conversation.

“I’m going on this date with that chick from work,” he sighs. “It won’t last more than a few hours. Poor girl has a crush on me and you know the usual assholes won’t leave her alone.”

Jimin bites his lip and clenches his fist. Namjoon thinks he means well, but he knows his suspicions have been confirmed, and he’s torn inside. He wants to tell you, to warn you not to get too invested in the man, but he also has no interest in popping the bubble you’ve been in since the day he asked you out.

Jimin lets it simmer for now. He decides he’ll monitor Namjoon and cut things off if it appears the man strings you along for fun.

Namjoon finishes his phone call with a promise to see whoever is on the other end of the phone later that night, and Jimin quickly pulls out his phone and fakes a conversation with no one when he hears the man approach.

“Oh, Kookie,” Jimin giggles, leaning against the wall casually. “I can’t wait to see you tonight, either, babe.”

Namjoon walks towards Jimin and makes eye contact with the HR specialist.

“Bye, Kook! See you tonight, baby.” Jimin finishes up the fake phone call as Namjoon arrives next to him, and he plasters on his best fake smile.

“Congrats on you and Jungkook,” he speaks sincerely.

Jimin hates how nice he is, hates that he’s a nice guy who gets too wrapped up in his own good looks and reputation.

“Thanks, Namjoon,” Jimin smiles uneasily. “You too! Have fun on your date tonight.”

Namjoon’s face lights up and Jimin desperately wishes he could go back in time to 30 seconds ago, before he heard the conversation, and believe that Namjoon truly wanted to date you.

“Thanks, should be fun, huh?” He winks and nudges Jimin, before he waves a goodbye and continues out the door.

Jimin pulls his phone out of his pocket and dials the number of his boyfriend.

“Hey, baby. We’ve got a problem.”

tag list! - @jimidol @aretha170 @dearbambideer

#kim namjoon smut #kim namjoon #bts smut #bts fics #namjoon smut #out of my league #knj #knj smut #rap monster smut #JOOOOOOOOOONie

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itsmyartfam · 3 years

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Dadzawa fic rec list

So lately I’ve been reading a lot of Dadzawa fics so I thought I’d share them with you. I shortened down the summaries of some of the longer ones- I didn’t put them in my own words of course, but I just used the shortened snippets that authors sometimes put at the end of their own longer summaries. They’re in no particular order of greatness, and I tried to get a good blend of popular and less popular ones so here u go.

1) i. shaky hands- rexcorvidae

midoriya has chronic pain, and tries to hide it. aizawa deals with this, and learns something surprising along the way.

One-Shot. Honestly their whole whumptober collection is amazing I would totally read them all if you have the time, they’re pretty much all loaded with great Dadzawa content

2) Not all exits are made Equal- LunaLucrea

When a raid goes wrong, and Aizawa gets taken, he's hardly expecting to be found. He's a professional Underground Hero. He's seen situations like this play out before, and knows how the cards usually fall.

He's got people he'll miss of course, and he feels terrible about what this is going to do to Hizashi and Eri, but these are the types of risks he agreed to when he signed on the dotted line all those years ago. He's ready to accept his fate.

Too bad for him his former students are tenacious little shits.

Three chapters. I love seeing how Aizawa interacts with older Midoriya in the first chapter and how he thinks of all of his former students now that they’re pro heroes, he’s such a proud dad but he’s also so self-deprecating and he needs some love and class 1-A will force it on him. Wholesome, 10/10, but also warning for whump! on Aizawa’s part.

3) To the people we admire- The_ crownless_ queen

Eri learns about autographs, and how they're a way for fans to show they like their heroes. Naturally, she wants all of them — and especially Eraserhead's.

One-Shot. I don’t read many Eri fics but my god, this one is adorable. Eri learns about autographs and wants Aizawa’s but his students know that Aizawa doesn’t really give autographs so they devise a plan to get one out of him- basically by making him jealous of Eri getting autographs from every hero but him. It’s wholesome, Dadzawa is like ‘wtf Eri’, I love it.

4) Inhibitions- Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

Todoroki gets zapped by a Quirk that effectively lowers someone's inhibitions, and Aizawa deals with the strange, humorous, heart-breaking fallout.

The train ride back is something of a nightmare. Not because it goes badly, or because something awful happens, but because Aizawa can’t get rid of this feeling in his chest every time he sees Todoroki’s unusual, carefree smile. He looks like nothing has ever hurt him.

One-Shot. Lol, this one’s funny- Todoroki acts all loopy and carefree and Aizawa is frantically scrambling after him trying to make sure he doesn’t get himself into trouble, all while finding out more than he’d ever thought he’d learn about his student. Good shit, good comedy, good angst.

5) I consider myself lucky- alightintheshadows

For some of us, our teachers are the greatest role models we'll ever have.

One-Shot. Ugh, this is so sappy and kinda cheesy but I love it! Izuku gives his dads All Might and Aizawa gifts because he loves is grateful to them. WHOLESOME SHIT

6) Not in the Job Description- IidaRei98

A collection of drabbles revolving around the Dadazawa and Class 1A. Mostly fluff with some hurt/comfort - whatever pops into my head really!

Incomplete, 56/? Chapters. Solid collection of dadzawa drabbles. I didn’t finish reading them all because I get easily distracted away from long fics, but since it doesn’t follow a plot it’s easy to put down and pick back up when you wanna get your dadzawa fix.

7) passing through fire- achievingelysium

“What happened? A villain?”

“Ye- yeah,” Midoriya croaks. Shouta starts walking.

“I was there,” Shouta says, feeling through the words before he speaks, “but I don’t remember?”

Midoriya closes his eyes.

“No,” he agrees, “you wouldn’t. But- but you... were there. With... me.”

Aizawa finds himself in a street with little memory of how he got there. Then he discovers Midoriya, beaten and bruised, who claims Aizawa protected him—but as Aizawa regains pieces of his memory he realizes Midoriya may be lying, and he's the one who's done his own student harm.

One-Shot. OOH, OUCH, FUCKING LOVE THIS ONE! God I love the Dadzawa ANGST in this! I haven’t seen a dadzawa fic with a plot like this before, so I highly recommend checking this one out, especially if you like ANGST! Love it!

8) a penny for your thoughts- cassiopeia721

While visiting Eri at the hospital following her rescue from the Shie Hassaikai, Izuku and Aizawa-sensei both run into a nurse with a telepathy based quirk, and Izuku finds himself in a telepathic bond with his teacher. This is... somewhat worrying, considering how many secrets Izuku needs to keep.

Six chapters. Yet another Dadzawa fic with a unique concept that I have never come across before. Very good, much angst! My only complaint is I wish Izuku could’ve heard a bit more of Aizawa’s angsty thoughts, the whole thought-hearing did feel a bit one-sided at times, but overall it was a very good fic. The angst of Izuku struggling to keep his many secrets from Aizawa for a whole week was *chef’s kiss* Good dad-son bonding.

9) Geyser- spineless

Izuku faints during class when weeks of sleeping and eating poorly catch up with him. Aizawa, All Might, and his friends, remind him that no matter what he's going through, he doesn't have to do it alone.

Three Chapters. Good Dadzawa being all disapproving of his son Izuku pushing himself too hard and not taking care of himself like he can fucking talk lol. But also some angst cuz Izuku is a tormented boi who has been through too much and is Not OkayTM and his dads are there to help him.

10) The World on His Shoulders- baggytshirtsandtiredeyes

During their second year, Aizawa decides to take some of the students on patrol to give them a taste of the underground hero life. But of course, nothing goes as planned when UA's resident Problem Child is involved.

One-Shot. Izuku is a BAMF and Aizawa is like O.O. I can’t say anything more. This fic deserves more attention.

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Okie dokie, that’s enough for now. If you guys like my recommendations, maybe I’ll make another list in the future!

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cactusspatz · 2 years

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October recs

I apparently had two reading settings in October: gen family fic and (mostly polyamorous) porn. Triads were in the air? So today I have 7 Batman/Batfamily fics, 1 Batman/Leverage crossover, 1 for The Untamed, and then three miscellaneous polyamory fics for Singin' in the Rain, comics Spider-Man/Fantastic Four, and Love & Friendship (in addition to the one DCU poly fic). Mostly gen except for the ones that are VERY not, I've marked pairings where needed.

DCU (in order from shortest to longest)

Clockwork by @heartslogos

“Do you even hear yourself when you talk?” Tim wrinkles his nose. “Also stop trying to hide the coffee. I’ll always find it. You just put it out of reach or opposite the peanut butter. I am on to you.”

Charming and detail-driven fic about Bruce and Tim, that really drives home how well and closely they know each other. (Also that they’re a couple of weirdos.)

sweet child o' mine by Nokomis/ @nokomiss

Steph said cheerfully, “Bruce, from now on, consider yourself in possession of one Steph-mom.”

“Absolutely not,” Bruce said.

Steph took a bite of her cake, undeterred.

I was howling with laughter reading this. Nokomis always writes Steph and pranking and comedy so well, and this one lands perfectly. Mom notes! Playdates! Snacks! So adorable and funny.

World’s Saddest Breakfast Club by @motleyfam

Following a couple of Very Bad Weeks™ (which may or may not have involved being kidnapped and mildly tortured), Jason decides the best way to cheer himself up is to break into the Manor for a 3 a.m. snack.

Turns out he isn’t the only one awake.

Chaotic and sweet, highly recommended to anyone who has feelings about food and family.

The Rule of Three by Zoeleo (Jason/Tim/Stephanie)

“Yeah. Um. Thanks, but I don’t wanna interrupt you guys or third-wheel you or anything so I’m just going to—” Jason tries to shrug on his jacket but one of the sleeves is turned inside out and his arm gets stuck.

“Well, technically you would be a third wheel. But like a structurally integral third wheel, one that’s an intentional part of the design. Like on a Polaris Slingshot or a—” Tim rambles until Stephanie smacks him again.

Jason loses the battle with the jacket. It drops to the floor with a heavy thump from too many gadgets hidden in secret pockets. Is Tim really proposing what he thinks he’s proposing?

Jason came for the pizza and MST3K, he may just stay for the face-sitting and multiple orgasms.

Pure threesome porn on the way to a relationship, plus great banter. Fittingly in a trilogy format.

The Last Someone by FabulaRasa/ @fabula-unica (Hal Jordan/Bruce Wayne)

I decided that what the fandom really needed was yet another object of Pussygate 2021 discourse, so here is my contribution, in which Bruce gets humiliated, Hal gets curious, and they both get what they're looking for.

In case you were (blessedly) living under a rock the last few weeks and don't know what any of this is about, here is your starter kit.

The first chapter of this is hysterical - Batman is ranked last on an internet article rating superheroes by how good they are at oral, and Green Lantern first, and then MORE shenanigans ensue - and then it takes a sharp swerve into feelings and some moderate angst. So ideal, really!

best laid plans by Valkirin

Tim Drake knows that Batman needs a Robin. When Bruce and Dick aren't interested in what he has to say, Tim makes his way to the cemetery to say a few words to the boy he's trying to replace.

Tim has the chance to say far more than he expected when Jason digs himself out of his grave that night. Tim does his best to get Jason home to Bruce. The League of Assassins finds them first.

Lovely hurt/comfort-y AU where Tim gets kidnapped along with Jason, and all the complications of that.

Recollect, re-collect by Ptelea

A spell gone wrong leads to Jason hashing some things out--with himself, with Dick, and with the rest of the Batfam. Featuring: rather a lot of thoughts and conversations about memory, change, damage, love and trust, accountability, family, hurt, lies, death, Spyral, pedestals, cases, memorials, stories, and Robin.

I am a sucker for amnesia fic, and this one is a terrifying variant where a spell makes people start to forget Jason. The resolution involves a truckload of feelings about Robin and Jason's place in his family, especially his relationship with Dick.

MISCELLANEOUS

The Gotham Job by Hinn_Raven/ @secretlystephaniebrown (Batman/Leverage, gen)

Generally, thieves of their caliber avoid Gotham. There are always exceptions that prove the rule, however.

(Or: five times that a member of Leverage met a member of the Batfamily, and one time that they teamed up.)

Fantastic read, with a creative set of character intersections and friendships between the two fandoms.

Knight Hunt! Phoenix Mountain by travelingneuritis (The Untamed, Wangxian)

"Contestants get paid by the week. The longer you stay in the running and the more you charm the fans, the bigger your paycheck after the season wraps. People compete on Knight Hunt for fame, fortune and love. In that order."

I know, getting Lan Wangji onto a reality show convincingly is a big buy, but this one manages it, AND has peak Wei Wuxian gremlin action, modern cultivation, and a lovely romance. The author tagged it ‘low stakes pining’ and it’s just that - an engaging and emotional but easy read.

The Lockwoods & Mr Brown by @onlythegeste (Singin' in the Rain, Kathy/Don/Cosmo)

The continuing adventures of Kathy, Don and Cosmo in their house on Sunset and Camden.

Involving a camera, several pianos, scheming, dancing, and a magic trick.

Adorable look at their queer household and growing family across the decades. Well-written and perfectly satisfying.

A House in the Hills by @traincat (Spider-Man comics, Peter/Mary Jane/Johnny Storm)

“Anyway, did you ever think I might want to sleep with him?”

Peter sat straight up in bed and turned on the bedside light. Mary Jane was still sitting up, her arms crossed defiantly over her chest, staring straight ahead at a spot on the wall, twin angry spots of color in her cheeks.

“You want to sleep with another man?” he demanded.

“Well, ideally you’d be there, too,” she said, scowling.

Johnny is getting married. Peter is having a problem. Mary Jane has the solution. (Or, the Watson-Parkers homewreck their way to Johnny's happiness.)

I'm normally not a fan of any form of infidelity, but I'll make an exception for this situation (read the a/n for a brief overview), absolutely. Funny, sexy, and actually terribly romantic.

A Divinely Attractive Arrangement by @fahye (Love & Friendship, Lady Susan/Sir James/Manwaring)

A selection from the Private Diary of Sir James Martin of Martindale. Concerning Peas, Friendship, the state of Blessed Matrimony, and several wonders of Modern Medicine.

I’d argue that you don't even need to have seen the movie to enjoy this fic about the absolute dumbest golden retriever of a himbo to ever marry a manipulative woman so she might have cover to carry on with her lover, except since it's Fahye so of course things go poly instead in the FUNNIEST way possible. Bless his heart, I'd say Sir James has a pea brain but he doesn't even understand how peas work.

#monthly recs #fic rec #batman #dcu #batfamily #hal/bruce #stephanie/tim/jason #leverage #crossover #wangxian #lan wangji/wei wuxian #singin' in the rain #don/kathy/cosmo #peter/mj/johnny #spiderman #fantastic four #marvel #love & friendship

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timextoxhajima · 3 years

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Not For Sale: Week 14

NOT FOR SALE CHAPTER NAVIGATION

Member: Heeseung + Jay [ft. Sunghoon and Jake]

Pairings: [fem] uni exchange student! reader x uni student! HS x uni student! Jay

Warnings: scenes in the hospital

Word Count: 3k

Synopsis/Quote: In which your oblivious ass cannot tell that a popular boy in your class has a big, fat crush on you | “It seems like the one who was ruined was me.”

Taglist: @hyunjaethereal @seasideheeseung @wooya1224 @gratefulmaria @sunshineshouchan @youreverydayzebra @fayqj @witheeseung @haechanhues @w-o-o-y-a-a @miingxuxi @reallysmolrenjun @hrrhmay-primaryblog @rosie112703 @ac-ewow @liliansun [drop me a dm/ask/comment to be added!]

You’re staring at the project document blankly, the pages filled with words and tables of the work you’ve done with Heeseung in the last few weeks or so. The weekend felt like three weeks, even when it was just three days - simply because you were in the hospital watching Jay flit in and out of consciousness and Heeseung’s still in a comatose state.

The seat next to you is empty and there is no other word to describe being alone on your last week of school than ‘sad’.

The Uber that picked Jay and Heeseung up had just been in school compounds and the police had found a rig in the brakes - the Uber had been stopped by another car driving straight into it.

Heeseung was on the side the car was rammed into. It’s a miracle he’s even still alive.

“y/n?”

The call jolts you out of your dissociation.

“Hey,” The professor walks up the stairs, and only now do you realise everybody else had left the lecture hall besides you. “I had the others hand up their projects but I saw you zoning out and I couldn’t do it.”

“Sorry,” Mumbling under your breath, you give the folder a quick flip-through before handing him the document. “Here.”

With pursed lips, he takes the folder and glances through it, skimming through the contents and pausing on the last page where you and Heeseung had signed off on.

“I’m sorry it happened.”

“I’m sorry the school had to go through so much to catch the idiot,” Through gritted teeth, you offer him a small wince.

“Well, yeah, that too,” The professor pulls up the lecture table from the seat next to you and sits himself in the plastic grove. “But it’s not important now. He’s going to be charged for God knows how many felonies, but I just- I wanted to know how you’re holding up.”

The concerned question thrums chills through you. Heeseung would’ve asked that. Jay would’ve too.

Jake and Sunghoon have probably tried, but you’re too busy crying or zoning out at the hospital to process anything else even if they did try.

“I’m fine,” You shake your head and stuff your iPad into your bag. “There’s nothing anybody can do to make him wake up faster.”

“I know that. It’s just... I don’t want a student ending her semester like this.”

The grumble of the zip as you close your bag is disgustingly loud in the empty lecture hall. You hug your bag, slowly looping your arm through one of the holes as you push the lecture table away.

“I’ll be fine. I’m leaving next week anyway and Heeseung’s not dead, so.”

The professor goes quiet upon the declaration.

“Thanks for the fun sem, Prof,” You give him a tiny, wretched smile that’s not genuine at all, lifting a leg over the backrest of the seat in front of you. “I’ll tell my dad to say hi to you every now and then.”

Finally on both your feet one row before him, he looks at you with sad, tired eyes.

“It’s been a pleasure having you and Heeseung as students, y/n. Do come back to visit when you come visit your father.”

A bare nod shakes your head.

“Bye prof.”

The ceiling looks the same. The light dangling from the beige, crusty roof looks dusty.

The room looks the same - except the fact that 80% of it were in boxes now. The clock hung on the wall has the loudest ticking you’ve ever heard - had it been this loud since the start?

Bzzzzt. Bzzzzzzzt. Bzzz-

“Hello.”

“Jesus Christ, how many times do you want me to call you before you’d pick up?”

Maybe until Heeseung wakes up.

“You know what? Don’t answer that.”

A pause.

“How are you holding up?”

“Great. I mean the sem’s over. I’ve handed up almost every project I need to submit.”

“Fuck you, you know I don’t mean that.”

“What am I supposed to tell you? I’m great, while I wait for my two friends to recover in the hospital? One of them’s not even awake.”

“I don’t want to be that person but no matter how much you cry or pray that he wakes up, it’s going to take time, okay? Let him rest and recuperate and he’ll spring back to life like he wasn’t just in an accident.”

“I shouldn’t have let them take the Uber.”

“For crying out loud, it is not your fault. You told them your dad was coming to get you and Jay didn’t want to cancel it for the fee. It’s a normal reaction. Who was supposed to know the Uber was rigged?”

You blink.

“Have you packed?”

You count the boxes in your room. “Mostly.”

“I’ll be at your place when you come home. We can bake cupcakes and cookies and you can tell me about the school there.”

Your ears are taking in her words but your eyes are on the paper bag on your desk. It’s the tumbler that Jay got you.

“Hello? You there?”

“Byeol, what if they don’t wake up before I leave? I have 8 days.”

“Have some faith in them, would you? Jay’s already awake right? He’s just flitting in and out of consciousness and Heeseung... They haven’t said he’s in critical condition, right?”

“But he’s been in the ER and it’s been three days.”

“Sis, I could sleep for three days. He’ll be awake before you leave.”

“Hope so.”

“Not going to the hospital?”

“Nah,” You roll over onto your side and stare at yourself in the mirror on your wardrobe doors. “Their friends are swarming the wards. It’s fine, Jake and Hoon got me onto the special visitors’ list.”

“There’s a special visitors’ list?”

“It’s Jay and it’s an expensive hospital with classier management. So yeah, pretty much.”

“That’s nice.”

Silence - except the occasional crackling of the static on the phone.

“They’ll do fine, okay?”

“Okay.”

“I have to go now. I’ll call you tonight or tomorrow, I’ll text you?”

“Sure.”

“Okay. Bye.”

“Bye bye.”

The car ride with your father is quiet, the gentle music from the stereo playing and you’re thinking about how your mother is back at home. She is a busy woman back home too so you hadn’t really had the time to call or text her.

For the first time in a long time, your father knows more about your life than she does.

“I know you’re probably not in the mood to answer this but...” The car slows at a red light. “Have you started packing?”

You don’t turn. The trees outside are swaying gently in the light breeze on this sunny day. It reminds you of the day Heeseung brought you out to the beach for your picnic.

“I’m about 80% done. The stuff left’s like my laptop and iPad and daily appliances.”

“That’s good,” You see him nod in the window’s reflection and glance at you. “Well, I’ll come by and hand you the documents for credit transfer later this week and I’ll send you to the bus terminal next Wednesday too, yeah?”

“Mhm,” Humming to yourself, the refracted red light turns green. “Sure.”

The car starts again. “Hun, I... I just wanted you to know that I know this sem has been difficult for you. I’m- I’m sorry that I suggested you come. Had I known that there was going to be a lunatic running on the loose, I would’ve stopped you from coming.”

“You wouldn’t have known,” You mumble, but still loud enough for him to hear. “It’s fine, it’s over.”

“And with what happened with Jay and Heeseung... I’m sorry. I really am.”

“They would’ve gotten caught up in this crazy shitfest with the psycho anyway, regardless of my presence,” Finally turning to look at your father, he side-eyes you while keeping his hands on the steering wheel. “It’s not anybody’s fault except that psycho’s that this happened.”

Your father remains quiet, unable to respond. The car drives into the sheltered drop-off point at the hospital and he watches you unbuckle the seat belt to let yourself out the car.

“Hey.”

You sling your bag over your shoulder and rest a hand on the car door.

“They’ll be okay.”

A weak smile pulls your lips up your cheeks.

“I hope so.”

By the time you’ve reached the floor where the wads were, you’ve run into a good number of their friends. Of course, there were one or two bad apples among the bunch, but most of them knew you were on a special visitors’ list and that’s why you came so late.

It never gets easier though, the look on their faces when you know they want to tell you that they’ll be okay, but promises should not be made if they cannot be kept.

Walking into Jay’s ward, you see his mother helping to sponge his face while Jake and Sunghoon speak to a friend on the other side of the bed.

You catch the room’s attention when you pull the plastic bag out from your bag and let the door shut behind you, Jay’s mother looking up and offering you a tired smile.

“Oh, hey,” Jake grins and beckons you over.

“Hi Mrs Park,” You gesture to Jake to wait before holding out the plastic bag to Jay’s mother. “It’s a box of tonic for you and Mr Park. Thought of getting fruits but I don’t think Jay can have them yet.”

“Gosh, you really didn’t have to,” She shakes her head and sets the cloth down by the bed. “Thank you. Are you sure you’re okay, coming to visit so often? You’re here everyday, aren’t you?”

You return her a tight, pursed smile. “Yeah, but it’s fine. I’m leaving to go home next week so I don’t have much time left to spend with them. I don’t mind.”

“Oh, honey,” She stands and takes the box from you, turning to set it down on the table behind her before returning you her attention. “I... I don’t know what to say. This must be all a lot for you.”

You break the eye contact first, knowing that you were probably going to cry if you hadn’t stopped looking at her.

“No, it’s fine,” You raise a palm and rub her upper arm. “All I want is to have a decent conversation with Jay before I leave, and I’ll be more than satisfied.”

“Oh!” She exclaims, nose crunching into a threatened crying mess. She holds her arms open and coerces you into her arms, patting the back of your head. “Of course. Of course, Jay will be fine by the time you need to go home. I promise.”

“I really do hope so,” You pull away first and smile weakly at her.

“By the way, Mr and Mrs Lee are with Heeseung in the ward next door,” She sniffles, anxiously rubbing her palms together.

“Oh, right- Do they know I’m on the-”

“Yes, of course they do, sweet heart,” She quickly rubs your arm to comfort you, then slides her hands down to yours to keep them in her palms. “Their parents are the sweetest couple ever and they’d be so grateful that Heeseung has a friend like you. How about I have Jake or Sunghoon bring you over to meet them?”

“Oh,” You watch as she waves to get one of the boys’ attention, Sunghoon quickly pulling away from the crowd to attend to you.

“Would you do me a favour and bring her over to Heeseung’s ward? Introduce her to his parents.”

“Of course,” Sunghoon hurriedly nods and lowers his head out of respect. “Come on.”

“Thanks, Mrs Park,” You turn your feet to follow Sunghoon, but your hands are reluctant to leave hers. “I’ll come back later.”

“No, take your time, sweet.”

With a slight nod, you pull away and trail after Sunghoon out of the ward after leaving your bag with Jake.

The ward door closes with a soft hiss, then Sunghoon pauses right before you can come into view of Heeseung’s ward door, turning over his shoulder to look down at you.

“I don’t mean to bring this up at a bad time but...”

“I know,” You nod. “I know I’ve been an ass the last few weeks. Honestly, I... I didn’t know who I wanted to be endgame either.”

Sunghoon gives your word one more second of thought before he turns around to face you.

“It’s not my business but are you going to choose? Or... just go home next week?”

You frown and look down at your hands, reminiscing the warmth from Jay’s mother.

“I don’t know,” Your voice cracks. “I don’t think I can choose. Even if I do, I have 8 days, and neither of them are awake yet. I don’t... I don’t want to do that to them.”

He takes a deep breath and looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“It’s Heeseung. Choose Heeseung,” He says without looking at you. “The night they got into a crash, Jay texted Jake to tell us that Heeseung kissed you, and that was the moment he decided he would give up.”

The statement tears you apart on the inside.

“Jay’s a tough guy to hurt and he plays his cards fairly and maturely,” Sunghoon nods and finally looks at you. “Don’t feel bad you’re choosing Heeseung over him. He had a truce with Heeseung. About you. And he knows he lost fair and square, so don’t feel upset. Just pour your heart and soul into Heeseung for the rest of the time you’re here, and worry about committing anything else after you’ve gone home.”

You part your lips to breathe, as if it would help you understand any faster or better.

“Anyway, both Heeseung’s parents are in there and they already have an idea who you are so... Just be nice.”

He watches you nod, slightly zoned-out, then pushes the door open.

His parents can tell you’re more preoccupied with the limp, breathing body on the bed than their presence, but they still take it with grace and greet you like they’ve known you your entire life.

The sight of Heeseung being bandaged up with a leg hanging in the air makes you feel like shit.

Who wouldn’t?

Later in the night, after Heeseung’s mother had gone home and his father had left to get coffee, you’re left alone with him and the occasional beeping from the Holter monitor.

There was a bruise and scratch on his left cheek, and his neck, arms and right leg were in a cast. You think about how much he was going to miss dancing when he gets told he’ll need to be on a 6-month break from anything strenuous.

Tired, you pull your earpieces out and plug it into your phone, laying it on the bed while you hover over him to fit the earbuds into his ears. Then you sit back down and scroll through your playlist, playing with the volume buttons to make sure it was softer than the volume you’d normally listen to your music at.

You make your selection, then quietly lay on the mattress with the faint music drizzling the atmosphere’s noise. That’s how quiet the room was.

His fingers were sticking out of his cast, so you play with them. His hair was in his shut eyes, so you gently push them out in case he were to open them.

“One more time, Heeseung. Just one more time before I leave.”

Jay’s mother was sleeping by his bed when you walk in to check on them, bag hanging from your right shoulder and lids heavy from the terrible sleep schedule the past few days.

“Hi.”

And a smile stretches your lips out when you can see him blink, offer you his bright grin, apart from the cut on his eyebrow.

“Hey,” You whisper, walking towards him on the other side of the bed. “How are you feeling?”

Jay clears his throat and blinks. “Had better days, but at least I’m alive.”

A snigger threatens to wake his mother up. “Good. Do you want me to wake your mom up? Maybe get a doctor in to give you a check up or something.”

He shakes his head, even managing a small wave in his fingers laying by his hip. “No, I’m good. I’m going back to sleep soon anyway.”

You lean over and adjust his pillow. “Well, then I shan’t disturb you. I’ll come by again tomorrow.”

“Sure,” He looks up at you and nods. Your gazes meet, for a split second, he can kind of know what you’re thinking of, and you know what he was.

“Thank you for this sem, Jay. I really am.”

He shakes his head. “No, thank you. It was a fun sem because of you.”

“You call being in a hospital ward fun?”

Chuckling, he turns back to look at the ceiling for a second. “You will come back to visit us, won’t you? Zoom call us or something.”

“Of course. We could meet up during the summer break if anything.”

Satisfied, he nods again. “Good.”

“Get some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow,” You shove your hands into your pockets.

“Okay,” He quietly responds, watching you turn on your heels. “Oh, y/n.”

You turn and raise a brow.

“Heeseung. He’s the one for you, and... he’ll wake up for you. I know he will.”

With a slightly ached grin, you nod and look down at your feet.

“Bye Jay.”

“Bye.”

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