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obstinaterixatrix · 1 year ago

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Do u know any good mob psycho 100 fanfics?? Or authors??

well obviously my sister but I’m guessing you’re the same anon so 1) you already know her fics 2) you want different recs from what’s on her list (some of them being fics I rec’d to her lol). recs will skew heavily seri/rei and I’m just going through my bookmarks so it’s gonna be most recently read to oldest read. also seconding sister’s recs of bobmoss and crookedturtle. but I’ll add a fic from each anyway because I already wrote something for one while I was drafting this (oops)

Recollection by CowardlyBean

This is the journal of missing 31 year old Reigen Arataka, distributed with permission from friends and family. The version presented in this document has been kindly edited with added commentary by a loyal customer of his. -Editor’s Note

gen, experimental and in progress at 14k so definitely deserves more love than it’s getting. inspired by house of leaves; as the summary says, it’s some rando writing annotations about reigen’s journal, but Something Weird Is Going On. the 4th chapter updated so I actually need to catch up. also, sister rec’d this fic to me

Like Acid Reflux, or Love by partingxshot

Dating Reigen is like dating a single dad—only with more children, weirder scruples, and an extreme ruthlessness vis-à-vis group takoyaki discounts. He's not hot enough for this.

OR: "Me, You and Steve" by Garfunkel and Oates but with fifteen million teenagers.

OR: Outsider POV exploring Reigen’s dedication to his gaggle of bizarre children through an ill-fated dating attempt.

OR: Serizawa gets bruxism.

gen(/pre-relationship seri/rei), oneshot, 7k. oc/reigen breakup lmao. extremely funny concept, extremely good execution

Dream Dial by Alakazamboni

For the better part of nine years, Arataka has proudly worked in customer service at a behemoth of a company. At least, that's what he remembers, but a strange illness and a mysterious caller keeps trying to convince him otherwise. It doesn't help that this caller has the power to distort reality.

seri/rei, in progress, 16k. great uncanny atmosphere, and also reigen is trapped in time prison as a miserable office worker. hasn’t been updated for a while but read it anyway, the stoping point is fine

What We Make by crookedturtle

Reigen and Tome are kidnapped from the Spirits and Such office to be used as leverage against Mob. They have two goals: to contact the outside world, and keep each other safe. In doing so they engage in a dangerous game of lies and manipulation with their captors—a game with potentially deadly consequences.

gen (bg seri/rei), complete, 36k. Good for whump and high stakes interpersonal maneuvering & drama. I liked how the story extends beyond rescue and goes into how everyone navigates the fallout

Man's Best Friend by bobmoss

A cursed dog gets left at Spirits and Such. Anyone who pets it is doomed to die a horrible death.

Reigen, of course, pets it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. funny and cute and sweet :) there’s a very charming tentative & tender vibe

heart line by ruthwrites

It doesn’t really matter, he reminds himself. He’s making a change, just like all of Reigen’s clients. What’s on his hands isn’t set in stone. He just has to make sure Reigen doesn’t see it— even if it might feel nice to have that steady attention, Reigen’s hands that are so much nicer than Serizawa’s folding around his.

(or: Reigen starts offering palm readings as a service, leading to Serizawa having to confront his feelings for his boss.)

seri/rei, oneshot, 6k. getting together fluff, a fun light read that also highlights serizawa’s insecurities—the internal narration has good character voice

If you won't believe me when I say it, believe me when I don't by deathdefied

Two years after Reigen invited Serizawa to work for him, he still can't quite categorize his feelings for his coworker. Instead of actually dealing with those feelings like an adult and talking to his friend, he decided to get really paranoid and overthink everything Serizawa does.

seri/rei, complete, 26k. reigen drives himself nuts lmao

Obvious by skeilig

Tome’s perspective on Reigen and Serizawa’s developing relationship.

gen (but about seri/rei), oneshot, 3k. I like outsider perspective getting together fics, especially when the perspective character is like ‘I’m actually not invested in this except when it affects me directly’

Cover Me by flecksofpoppy

Reigen’s shadow seems longer as the days move forward, more solitary. The cuts on his face heal and the ache in his bones go away, but a new sting replaces it. It’s loneliness, the thing he had managed to avoid ever since a primary school-aged kid who could make cups float stumbled into his office so many years ago.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. getting together fic that shows off a little of reigen’s gloomier side, it’s cute

loved you just a little too much by shcherbatskayas

You learn how to let go.

(It doesn't come naturally.)

gen(ish), oneshot, 2k. 2nd person character study of serizawa’s relationship with touichiro, I liked the ambivalence; effectively captures development over time with a relatively short wordcount.

offering genuine help with genuine results by suitablyskippy

“The curse was pretty clear on me not telling lies,” concedes Reigen. “It was pretty clear on me telling the truth. But,” as he lifts one finger, already sliding into the same educational tone he generally uses for imparting wisdom to Mob about life and love and the overall holistic benefits of making sure he’s always available for unexpected overtime work on weekends, “telling the truth isn’t necessarily the same as being honest, is it?”

“You’re the professional liar,” says Dimple. “You tell me.”

(Being cursed to only tell the truth and being cursed with Dimple as an employee are pretty much equally bad, as far as Reigen's stress levels are concerned.)

gen, oneshot, 2k. the tags include friends with no benefits whatsoever, which is very apt. Very funny to have reigen and dimple be petty and shady

a slightly more miraculous miracle by suitablyskippy

“Rumour has it that something impossible’s happened. Something that could never have happened. That shouldn’t have been able to happen.” In a single slick move Mezato produces a tiny voice recorder from an inside pocket, flips it open and active, and holds it up before Mob’s mouth to ask him, in a tone of devastating intensity: “Do you know anything about… a miracle, Mob-kun?”

Mob doesn’t hesitate. “We had maths homework to hand in,” he says. “But now we don’t have to. We don’t even have to go to the lesson.”

(The sun is shining, the birds are singing, Salt Middle School has been closed by an unexplained miracle, and the only thing wrong in Spice City is the fact that nothing is even slightly wrong at all.)

teru/mob, incomplete, 55k. for the most part I haven’t been repeating authors on this list, but listen. listen to me. I need you to listen. it is extremely unlikely for this fic to ever be completed. but hark, lest this sad probability turn you away and leave you dispassionately scrolling to the next fic, I need you (you specifically) to know that if I were in the same room as you, I would be wrestling the phone/mouse/trackpad/touchscreen/etc from your hands and furiously clicking the link. when I bookmarked this fic in 2017 I described it as having “some breathtakingly sensical prose and the funniest misunderstandings I’ve ever read”. trust me from seven years ago. open your heart.

skylight by inexhaustible

unconnected snapshots in what might, in some worlds, be something a little like recovery.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. character study that nails the tension of an escalating romantic atmosphere.

come on, come on, come over (take it off your shoulder) by mortarsmayfall

Reigen's free hand cradles Serizawa's head, curled under his ear just so to turn it for a better angle. He feels his pulse pound under Reigen's fingers, shivers just the slightest bit. If Reigen notices, he doesn't say anything about it.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. when I first read this I saved it as a private bookmark because I was so embarrassed by the sheer intimacy of haircuts with severely unresolved sexual tension. I’m guessing this was written after studio bones gave us reigen cutting serizawa’s hair. crumbs no more; for once we had a feast to enjoy. short & sweet getting together fic

Off-White by reigreitz

Some habits are tells.

seri/rei, oneshot, 1k. snapshots of pre-relationship and established relationship scenes, I’m quite fond of it. on my first reading I’m pretty sure I remember not paying attention to the habit piece at all (even with it being right in the summary) so at the last scene I was hit by the double whammy of ‘oh so that was what serizawa was reacting to’ and ‘AW… THAT’S SWEET…’; I think the fic does a great job of hiding/not acknowledging certain things the perspective character knows and is reacting to, which makes it fun to reread and pinpoint what exactly serizawa’s previously more opaque train of thought was. like, it’s the same stuff, but you get to read into more nuance.

the seven stages of falling in love by reigen arataka by matsunoble

You suppose one of the weirdest times to realize you've fallen deeply and irrevocably in love is when it's fuck o'clock in the morning and you're blearily checking your fridge for leftover curry.

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. I was quite taken by the mundane (and sometimes unappealing) descriptions of love, and I like when serizawa has the upper hand

Mr. Psychic by beefstatic

Looks like trouble in Spice City...

seri/rei, oneshot, 4k. Serizawa Acts Like An Intimidating Bodyguard During Tense/Shady Situations. fun emphasis on that potential aspect of his character, I like how it’s done.

Late by hamlingo

For the first few days after hiring Serizawa, Reigen couldn’t help but be alarmed when the door opened at eight o’clock sharp in the mornings. He got used to it eventually, and in a month’s time he was more surprised when the door didn’t creak open right on time.

This was one of those mornings.

seri/rei, oneshot, 2k. this is actually among the first seri/rei fics I bookmarked so I can say with relative certainty that on may 20th 2017 I decided that maybe seri/rei was not just a joke of me indulging my own spurious unreasonable whims. fun character study and has that enjoyable tension of pleasant pre-relationship uncertainty.

Quiet Talks by krypkaktus

At some point, Reigen cutting his hair twice a month had turned into a mutual habit.

seri/rei, oneshot, 600 words. another charming snapshot of pre-relationship uncertainty, pleasantly embarrassing unresolved romantic tension.

walk in by ruthwrites

It was then he realized that the reason Reigen and Serizawa were standing so close was because they were kissing.

Mob was not really sure what to do with that information.

(or: mob leaves something at the office, comes back, and walks into something he wasn't supposed to)

seri/rei, oneshot, 3k. an extremely popular fic for extremely valid reasons, this is a shining example of the outsider POV shipfic where the perspective character is like. I’m 14 and did not want to see you guys kissing. and the couple is like. we also did not want you to see us kissing, this is excruciatingly awkward.

tomorrow isn't always another day by suitablyskippy

It’s like Reigen’s been waiting for the question. He stops dead on the pavement, grips Mob by the shoulders, and stares down into his eyes with an expression as haunted as though every ghost the pair of them has ever exorcised has taken up residence behind it. “Mob,” he says. “Mob,” he says again. “Tell me, Mob. Look at me and tell me. Tell me truthfully. Do I look cursed to you?”

Mob looks at him, and tells him truthfully. “No.”

“Well, you didn’t look very long,” says Reigen. “Let’s just stand here for a moment, like so, and you can have another look, a nice long look, and really think about it...”

(There's nothing strange about being called back to exorcise the same haunted photocopier six days in a row. It must just be a very haunted photocopier.)

gen, oneshot, 18k. I didn’t mean to rec the same author three (3) times but this is also one of my top faves. extremely funny time prison where nobody is on the same page ever.

space voyage by Anonymous

Tome Kurata is slightly famous—or notorious, more like—for being... a weirdo, to put it simply. She's definitely a person of interest. Just not exactly in a newsworthy way, which is obviously the only way that matters.

mezato/tome, oneshot, 1k. charming pre-relationship contention, they’re the same type of self-absorbed and tunnel vision (affectionate)

I was thinking of not writing up recs for sister’s fics but since one author got three (3) fics on the list I’m gonna also put 3 of my fave fics of sister’s

Reigen's Comprehensive Fool-Proof Guide on How Not To Be Next Door Neighbors With Your Employee (because that'd just be creepy) by MalkyTop

Reigen hires Serizawa and they somehow end up as roommates.

seri/rei, complete, 17k. a fic sister wrote for ✨ME✨ that shows off reigen’s neuroticism and his decidedly not-normal attempts to come across as Extremely Normal, The Most Normal Man Alive. there are so many comedic setups and payoffs. there are so many shenanigans. reigen gets frog-boiled into romance. actually, I drop that term a lot but I’m not sure it’s a common enough to intuitively understand. it refers to the boiling frog metaphor

If At First You Don't Succeed, Find a Loophole by MalkyTop

Reigen keeps dying; Serizawa keeps trying to save him.

seri/rei, complete, 18k. sister was insane for this because she trapped all of her readers AND herself in time prison by releasing one chapter a day. it was really funny to witness because I was the only person not in time prison by virtue of editing privilege. while we were watching mondays: see you next week (an office time loop movie), sister was saying she was impressed at how effective/efficient the movie was at picking which scenes to repeat. this is to say, as someone who notices these details, sister was very intentional about when things changed and how things changed from the perspective of a character completely unaware of time prison. also, the emotional momentum is extremely good, I loved reading serizawa’s increasing desperation from reigen’s context-less perspective.

in absentia* by MalkyTop

After what was supposed to be a routine exorcism, Reigen wakes up in the wrong body.

serirei, complete, 26k. slowburn bodyswap with mystery and intrigue. a solid casefic! I can be biased and right. there are metanarrative elements that I find fun and that, in my opinion, highlights how sister did in fact get a degree in philosophy. there’s also some fun subtle and messy characterization notes, like when serizawa asks reigen not to cook for him. it’s hard to talk about what I like about this fic without giving away a lot of specifics, so go read it.

#orlbs #mp100lb #mob psycho 100 #long post #…I SPENT SO LONG ON THIS AND FORMATTED IT ALL ON MY PHONE SO EVERYBODY CLAP AND CHEER #why did I do it on my phone? bc I am lying in bed and didnt want to move #why did I spend so much time? bc I got carried away #why am I posting at 4am? stupidity.#why isn’t this under a readmore? because fic recs deserve to be seen. I’m adding an element of hostility for spice.#fanfiction #ask #anonymous #serirei real

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bornangelauthor · 5 months ago

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WIP Wednesday:

Last week, at promptly 8:00 pm, I started writing, or I should say rewriting, the book a lot of my readers have been waiting for: The Fated Angel, which is the end of the story arc that started with The Stained Angel(click to read the first 5 chapters), book one of the Created Angel Novels, and is from the POV of the same Character, Marshal Leighla Tenebrae.

(Note: Marshal Leighla Tenebrae in front of her Mode of Transportation, "Herb" a refurbished 1963 Volkswagen Bettle)

I wrote the original draft of this book right after finishing The Stained Angel, which was a bad idea, since a LOT has changed between when I wrote it and now. Including 5 books and the Deadly Sirens Story Arc, which will be completed in April 2026.

(Note: "The Deadly Sirens go to War" by me, using Daz Studio.)

Since there were so many changes that needed to be done, with whole chunks removed or completely reworked, I decided that instead editing it I would rewrite it from the ground up, square one, 0 words.

It now sits at 57,930 words, after adding a good 6k this morning. Yes, you read that correctly nearly 58k words. I also had 3k words in another book, yet-to-be-named, which brings the total word count from Wednesday to Wednesday to 60,930 words... I'm not sure how to feel about that.

Why? Because the only reason I write that much in that amount of time is not good for me. Here's the "Jenny Math": Stress + Depression + Flare Up/sickness = Words. This is why I am worried. Last week, I was sick, this week it's an arthritis flare up due to the frigid cold temperatures in my region of the world (NY USA).

However, I am quite excited to get this book rewritten, perhaps even finishing it out this weekend. 😏We shall see! Stay tuned for the Newsletter on Saturday to see how many words I got in from Saturday the 18th-Friday the 24th! Don't forget to check out the ARC Signups for the latest book in the Created Angel Novels: Chaos Theory!

(Note: Click the ARC READER WANTED poster to be taken to the sign up and info page)

#WIP Wednesday #2nd draft #amwriting #author #am writing #writing #books #indie author #oc #mc #dazstudio #digital art #Weekly word count update #word count update #writing community #arc readers wanted

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entityupdates · 11 months ago

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Fanfiction Masterlist Version 2

This is a master list of all the fanfiction I have posted with brief summaries and key details. Here is a link to my ao3 and here is a link to my FFN.

Because tumblr has a link limit, the fandom title will have a link to the page with all of the fics for that fandom. If the fic title has a link, it is because the fic is posted on FFN or if there are multiple fandoms in the one fandom (like Marvel) so ao3 gets weird about it.

Sorted by fandom alphabetically. Multipart/series fics are grouped together. Crossovers are repeated. Updated as necessary.

Avatar: Last Airbender

Death Comes in Threes

Lu Ten, Azulon, and Ursa died within days of each other. It's a lot for a young Zuko to handle.

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete.

He Is Mild, He Is Meek

Modern AU written for aromantic writing month. Trans aro lesbian Suki adopts Momo the cat.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6.5K words, complete.

Hypoxia

Hanahaki AU written as a gift. Ty Lee and Mai fall in love with each other in a Fire Nation where homosexuality is illegal. Ty Lee learns to use airbending to keep the flowers at bay.

2023, 2 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Momo & Zuko

Momo is interested in Zuko after he joins the gaang.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), >2K words, complete.

Moon Blinked

An attempt at horror. The moon is the bulb of an angler fish. Yue dies and is terrified of La.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.5K words, completed.

The Spirits Threw Down Their Tears And Watered Heaven With Their Tears

This is a take on the weredragon Zuko trope with a heavy emphasis on the spirits in the world of Avatar. Dragon Zuko ends up in the North and meets sea serpent Yue. This fic was originally eight chapters but ten more were added to show Zuko and Yue moving on after Yue's death. The series page includes a supplemental oneshot about Toph.

2022-2023, 18 chapters, 58K words, complete.

The World Was Made By Gran Gran's Face

A series of drabbles about Sokka during the war. I also posted a draft of one of the chapters separately on FFN.

2020-2021, 10 chapters, >10K words, complete.

We Dance To Fast Music

Written for aromantic writing month 2021. Zuko experiences aro joy through dance. Can be read as platonic, queerplatonic, and/or polyamorous.

2021, 3 chapters, 8K words, completed.

When Everything Goes Wrong: ATLA Edition

During quarantine, I was very into incorrect quotes and also active on atla twitter so this is just a collection of some of my atla incorrect quote tweets.

2020-2022, 10 chapters, 8K words, completed.

Ben 10

A Change In The Beat Won't Make Me Stumble

Ken comes home from Thanksgiving. His family is a lot more alien than he thought it ever would be but he still loves them,

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.7K words, complete.

Crime Pays, Bro

Trans AU. Ben and Rook join Fistrick's gang.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 7.7K words, complete.

Dangerous Games

This is an October challenge I tried in 2019 but failed to complete. It does get updated but very rarely.

2019-Present, 31 chapters, in-progress/hiatus

Even the Stars Can Be Rewritten

Oneshot about Alien X recreating the universe.

2019, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.8K words, complete.

Glitch's Spark

Reboot fic. Glitch gets the spark instead of Gwen.

2022, 5 chapters, 17K words, complete.

It Should've Been Me

Reboot fic. Gwen and Ben have a talk after Kevin falls into the time portal.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.5K words, complete.

It Was Automatic

Carl adapts to the ways Ben has changed his life recently and punches Will Harangue in the face.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6K words, complete

I Used To Dream, I Used to Fly

Ben 10/Kid Cosmic/Green Lantern crossover. Hal Jordan adopts Kid Cosmic and Ben gets a new brother.

2021, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Rook Gets the Omnitrix AU

This is a series with five main parts and four supplementary oneshots. Rook finds the Omnitrix on Revonnah, attends the Plumber Academy, spends some time on Galvan Prime and Anur Transyl, and ends up in an interdimensional mess on Earth.

2021-2023, series, 182K words, complete.

To Touch Each and Every Life

The Adventure Zone/ Ben 10 Omniverse crossover. How the Day of Story and Song affected the Ben 10 universe.

2022, 5 chapters, 7.3K words, complete

Voiceless

Ben 10 Omniverse/Sanders Sides crossover. Roman and Remus are Osmosians (Omniverse definition: human mutants) with the power to see visions of something they don't yet understand. Logan, Virgil, Deceit, and Patton are aliens who attend the Plumber Academy with Rook and Scout.

2020-Present, (estimated) 30 chapters, in-progress/hiatus

When Everything Goes Wrong: Ben 10 Edition

Ben 10 incorrect quotes collection.

2022, 6 chapters, 3K words, complete.

You Were A Stranger

Rook, a Ben 10 fanfic writer, is assigned to Earth's Plumber base and falls in love with the actual Ben Tennyson. Featuring fanartist Scout, Rook & Molly Gunther friendship, and Kai being kind of terrible.

2022, 8 chapters, 35K words, complete.

Big Bang Theory & Young Sheldon

Synapses

Soulmate AU. Modern Sheldon tells his friends about his damaged (platonic) soulbonds with Paige and Dr. Sturgis.

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete.

DC Comics

All Sewn Up

Creature Commandos! Rick freaks out a bit looking at the Bride's body because it reminds him too much of his own.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.8K words, complete.

Argus's Puppet Man

Creature Commandos! Rick is very divorced, trans, and sad. Mostly a look at Rick Sr grieving Rick Jr but with plot.

2025, (estimated) 5 chapters, (estimated) 20K words, in-progress

Artificial Souls Don’t Make Artificial Families

Creature Commandos! Platonic soulfamily AU. Rick is not ready to have this many soulmates, let alone for them to not be human.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 8.6K words, complete.

Artificial Souls Still Feel Pain

Creature Commandos! Ambiguous soulmate AU. Creature Commandos can feel each others' pain, which has some implications considering half of them were mutated.

2024, 2 chapters, 11.6K words, complete.

Don't Look At Me

DC Legends of Tomorrow! Constantine loses his magic and the ability to pass as a man. He tries and fails to hide his transness from the crew.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 4.7K words, complete

House Rules

DC Legends of Tomorrow! The Legends make lists of house rules for each other to make sharing the Waverider a little more bearable.

2019, 10 chapters, 8.4K, complete

In Storm Or Calm

Justice League Unlimited! Vigilante and Shining Knight are outed after saving a pride parade from another attack by General Eiling. Oneshot and a cat sequel.

2021, 2 installments, 25K words, complete

It Was Only A Kiss, How Did It End Up Like This?

Creature Commandos! Bride/Nina fic. Nina successfully kills the princess, gets kissed by the Bride, and gets chased by Eric. The rest of the Commandos protect her.

2025, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.6K words, complete

I Used To Dream, I Used to Fly

Ben 10/Kid Cosmic/Green Lantern crossover. Hal Jordan adopts Kid Cosmic and Ben gets a new brother.

2021, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Not A DILF

Creature Commandos! Doctor Phosphorous can’t figure out why Rick won’t fuck Illana.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.8K words, complete.

Quick To Rise

CW Flash books! Johnny Quick origin story.

2018-2019, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete

Signal

DC League of Superpets/HouseBroken crossover! Krypto joins a meeting with the group.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.1K, complete.

Tired of This Ghost Town

Justice League Unlimited! Vigilante fights back during the Thanagarian invasion and meets a ghost named Sir Justin. Intended to be a longer Vigilante/Shining Knight slowburn but I decided not to write it and felt the first chapter worked as a standalone.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 11K words, complete (may be continued)

We All Got That Transgender Swag

Creature Commandos! Rick didn't expect the Commandos to find out he was trans. He didn't expect them to be so calm about it either.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.4K words, complete.

Who Am I?

My Adventures With Superman! Clark realizes he's trans after Lois calls the hero she saw "Superman."

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), >1K words, complete.

You Call It Complicated, We Call It Love

T4T SuperLantern for DC Rarepair Week 2025! General DC comics universe but references GLTAS and YJ. Clark and Hal learn of each other's transness, fall in love, and proceed to panic when Superboy shows up.

2025, 10 chapters, 17.5K words, complete

Young and Beautiful

Creature Commandos! Bride/Phosphorous. Bride reflects on outliving her past partners and talks about her relationship with Phosphorous.

2025, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.8K, complete

Dimension 20

5 Times Lisa Did Not Like G13 and 1 Time She Did

Never Stop Blowing Up! G13 comes to the real world. Lisa does not like him.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6.7K words, complete

Disenchantment

Mosiac

Written for aromantic writing month 2021. Bean reflects on the relationships in her life.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K, complete

Eliza And Her Monsters

She Doesn't Swim, She Drowns

Written as a gift. Eliza ends up at the beginning of Monstrous Sea and discovers she has a deep, supernatural connection with the world. There is also a Spider-Man crossover sequel where Eliza realizes her powers from Monstrous Sea exist in the real world.

2021-2022, two installments (series), 17K words, complete

Kid Cosmic

I Used To Dream, I Used to Fly

Ben 10/Kid Cosmic/Green Lantern crossover. Hal Jordan adopts Kid Cosmic and Ben gets a new brother.

2021, 5 chapters, 10K words, complete.

Lion Guard

Siku Ya Wazazi

Simba and Bunga decide to work together to give Timon and Pumba a Parents Day to remember.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.5K words, complete

Marvel Comics

I Want You In My Life (But Not Like That)

MCU! Written as a gift and for aromantic writing month. Clint and Natasha look at their relationship over the years.

2023, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.6K, complete.

Reunions

MCU/Endgame! Standalone reunions after everyone is snapped back.

2019-2020, 11 chapters, 11.2K words, complete

Sister Light And Brother Dark

Requested fic. Morgan finds a journal about her father's relationship with Steven Rogers and how they saw Ultron as their son.

2019, 1 chapter (oneshot), 7K words, complete.

They'll Have Someone to Care For Them

MCU/dsitmom! Earth 838 recovers from the death of the Illuminati.

2022, 23 chapters, 35K words, abandoned/complete/hiatus.

we felt his love and he died loving you

X-Men 97! Kid/Adoption AU. The X-Kids expect Scott to get custody of them after Xavier dies but they actually end up with Xavier's ex-husband who they didn't know about. Magneto struggles to be a dad.

2024-Present, 30+ chapters, 100K+ words, ongoing

Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

(Drag) Kings And Queens

Identity shenanigans with a lot of queerness sprinkled in. Online designer Ladybug recognizes one of her commissions on drag king Chat Noir and they become friends, not knowing that they are dating in real life. They are also both trans and closed, thus living triple lives with each other.

2024, 6 chapters, 17.6K words, complete

Princes Are Always Just Out of Reach

Sanders Sides/Miraculous crossover! Roman's boyfriend Virgil is akumatized. Remus battles him alongside Ladybug as Chat Noir. Also, coming out and identity reveals.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 10K words, complete

Some Real Important Thing

Gabriel knows he's dying and decides to tell Adrien everything. Adrien does not take it well.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.4K words, complete

Naruto

Dreaming Is a Universal Language

Gaara relearns how to sleep.

2019, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3K words, complete

Thought That Cupid Shot Me With Love But It Was Only An Aro

Soulmate AU written for aromantic writing month. Sai and Ino are soulmates but don't realize it, partially due to Sai's disinterest in being in a romantic relationship.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 10K words, complete.

Pokémon

Gender's a Spectacle

S&M! Kukui's class asks about Pokémon's gender.

2021-2022, 1 chapter (oneshot) 4K words, complete

Heels On the Limonium

Trans Nurse Joy drabble.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), <1K words, complete.

Island Visitors

Pokémon Anime/TMNT 2012 crossover. The turtles end up on Iron Island.

2018, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.5K words, complete.

Immortality Is Hard On the Mind

Submas, B&W, PLA, Conquest, S&M, X&Y! Immortal Volo befriends the twins and Elesa in modern day but gets into some trouble when Ingo is sucked back in time.

2023, 15 chapters, 53K words, complete.

Masking and Related Stories

Submas, PLA, B&W! Hisuian Zoroark Ingo fic. Ingo masters his illusionary abilities and disguises himself as a human to return to his normal life. Main fic and spin-off are complete, may get additions later.

2023-2024, series, 150K words, complete.

Silence Was His Savior

Takes place immediately after the last chapter of the abandoned fic The Guardian's Dragons. Ash refuses to tell Oak what happened to his friend Bill.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), >3K words, complete

Sycamore

X&Y! Professor Sycamore's Pokemon Journey. I tried posting an incomplete fic to see if it would motivate me to write more but it did not and I never finished posting what I did have written so it may get updates eventually.

2017, hiatus

The Normal Amount of Pain Is None

Submas! Ingo deals with chronic pain after returning to Unova.

2024, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K, complete.

Vines

OC fic/writing challenge. The beginning of Blake's Pokemon journey.

2018, 15 chapters, 32.8K words, complete

We're Not the Monsters of Your Dreams

Pokémon Legends Arceus/Submas monster AU. Rei and Akari save Hisui then find new purpose in a decolonizing Hisui.

2023-Present, in-progress

Puss In Boots

We Are Not Star-Crossed

Soulmate AU. Puss uses his wish to ensure everyone finds their loved ones like he has.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.2K words, complete

Sanders Sides

Five Old Men Sitting On A Bench (Not Now, Not Ever. Ever Again)

Elderly DLMAP! Thomas is dying and Deceit wants to make amends with the other sides before its too late.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 12.4K words, complete

Like The Pictures On Our Socials, Faking What We Show

High school AU. Fake dating gay Roman/trans aroace Virgil to protect them both from getting outed.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 12.5K words, complete.

Manifestation

Orange side theory fic based on an Asides episode I now can't find the title for.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), >1K words, complete.

Nightmare Before Sunset

Sanders Sides/Warriors crossover. Many generations after the era of Firestar, the Four's prophecy comes back and a new group of cats gains the power to save the clans.

2019-2020, 20 chapters, 100K words, complete

Oblique

Written for aromantic writing month. An ace Roman and an aro Remus feel broken enough that they try to recombine into the king, distressing their partners and the other sides.

2021, 3 chapters, 11.4K words, complete

Princes Are Always Just Out of Reach

Sanders Sides/Miraculous crossover! Roman's boyfriend Virgil is akumatized. Remus battles him alongside Ladybug as Chat Noir. Also, coming out and identity reveals.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 10K, complete.

Snake In the Grass

Rikki Tikki Tavi AU! Snake Janus is betrayed by cat Virgil.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 7K words, complete.

Stolen From the Violet

Puff the Magic Dragon AU! Sorcerer Virgil is cursed into a dragon and falls in love with human prince Roman.

2020, 8 chapters, 22.4K words, complete.

Voiceless

2020-Present, (estimated) 30 chapters, in-progress/hiatus.

When Everything Goes Wrong: Sanders Sides Edition

Sanders Sides incorrect quotes.

2020-2022, 120 chapters, 75K words, complete

Why Don’t You Play Me One Of Your Songs?

Sanders Sides/BoJack Horsemen Valentines Day fic. Logan professes his love for Patton through song.

2021, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.4K words, complete.

Words

Drabble series about Deceit, words, and feelings.

2020, 10 chapters, 8.2K words, complete.

Spirited

A Symptom of Our Relationship

Request. Roberto has some insecurities about his relationship with Clint.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.7K words, complete

Beautiful In A Moment

Clint recalls how he fell in love with Kimberly and Roberto.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.3K words, complete

Burn the Body that Isn't Mine

Trans AU! Clint reflects on his transness after dying.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6K words, complete

Clint & Ghost Oneshots

Three related oneshots where Clint bonds with each of the ghosts.

2022, 3 oneshots, 2.4K words, complete

Do I Even Know My Own Name?

Request. Kimberly knows about Scrooge.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 900 words, complete

Grocery Run? More Like Grocery Pun

Request. Clint bothers Roberto while shopping with flirty grocery puns.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete

Hematite Stones

Request. Clint wants to give a gift to Roberto but isn't sure how.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2K words, complete

Mix Up

Clint and Carrie don't understand the casting choice for GP Future and GP Past.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 2.2K words, complete

Then To Finish, We'll Snuggle

Clint shows Roberto Elf.

2022, 1 chapter (oneshot), 1.4K words, complete

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

Four Corners of the Earth - Series

The turtles are separated as children and end up in very different parts of the world, forming new families there.

Original fic (complete), prequel oneshots (abandoned), sequel (abandoned)

2018, series, 140K, abandoned

Funeral Fight

Request. Chompy Picasso, Ice Cream Kitty, and Dr. Cluckingsworth MD get into some trouble at Splinter's funeral.

2018, 1 chapter (oneshot), 6K words, complete

Island Visitors

Pokémon Anime/TMNT 2012 crossover. The turtles end up on Iron Island.

2018, 1 chapter (oneshot), 3.5K words, complete.

The Adventure Zone

Guy Stuff

Angus has some trouble with his binder. Magnus, Taako, and Merle help him thanks to faded memories of Barry Bluejeans.

2022, 2 chapters, 4.6K words, complete.

To Touch Each and Every Life

The Adventure Zone/ Ben 10 Omniverse crossover. How the Day of Story and Song affected the Ben 10 universe.

2022, 5 chapters, 7.3K words, complete.

Warriors

Broken Nature

At birth, two of Yellowfang's kits died and went to StarClan. Or so she thought. Instead, Brokenkit grows up sharing a body with his two sisters' spirits.

2019, 20 chapters, 71K words, complete.

Chasing Stars

Jayfeather is reincarnated time and time again. He is tired of it.

2020, 1 chapter (oneshot), 5K words, complete

Falling Feathers

Jayfeather knows he's going to die. He tries to make amends with his father before its too late.

2019, 15 chapters, 30K words, complete.

Nightmare Before Sunset

Sanders Sides/Warriors crossover. Many generations after the era of Firestar, the Four's prophecy comes back and a new group of cats gains the power to save the clans.

2019-2020, 20 chapters, 100K words, complete

The Ancient Spirits / The Ancient Tribes

The three regain their lost powers and learn about catkind's history.

2018-2019, 80 chapters, 125K words, complete.

The New Horizon

The clans discover the three's powers and drive them out of the clan, forcing the three to find a new home and leaving the clans to face the Dark Forest alone. Some intention of continuation but has an ending. Crossposted onto Ao3.

2020-2021, 20 chapters, 60K words, complete.

#fanficiton #ao3 link #masterlist #masterpost

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writingeastmidlands · 2 years ago

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The book that goes wrong

This was supposed to be a quick novel. I’d already written 30K in 2021 before putting it aside, so it was really just a matter of picking it up, brushing it off, and writing the next 60,000 words. Right? I reckoned that would take me a couple of months. I started in May so I intended to be finished by July.

It didn’t quite work out that way, and now, nearly four months later than planned, I’ve eventually finished the first draft.

This is what writing the novel looked like:

So, what went wrong? How did it take me more than twice the expected time to write a book?

On one level, it doesn’t really matter. This was a speculative novel, so there was no publisher or agent wringing their hands and asking for updates. (If only!) But it’s interesting to reflect on what happened.

Firstly, and most importantly, look where I ended up! I expected to write a novel of around 90,000 words, instead it came in at just short of 150,000. Mea culpa. It’s not quite fair to say the story got away from me. But it definitely had more life than I expected. I’ve heard the first draft of a novel called the exploratory draft, and I like that. I don’t heavily plot out my novels, so there is a significant amount of finding my way, and in that 150,000 there are definitely a few wrong turnings and cul-de-sacs that will need to be cut. The second draft will be shorter!

Then there is the starting point. I stopped in 2021 because the story wasn’t working. When I came back in 2023 I was naive to think I could just bash my way through the wall and carry on. Instead I spent a couple of weeks looking at the wall, taking down sections, removing bricks, so I could then march through. One week, instead of adding words to the novel, my net output was negative.

The plan had been to write from May to June with a little room for slippage. It was a reasonably quiet period, but once that period had passed life got busier. Holidays happened. Work happened. Life happened. In my job August-October is a particularly frenetic time and during that period there were four weeks when I did not add a single word to the draft. Actually, when I excluded the disrupted weeks I averaged a word count just under 6K, which would have meant if I had kept to the expected length, I would have completed the novel by the first week of July, as planned.

So clearly, it’s not my fault.

But obviously it is. All of it.

What happens now? Well obviously I hide it in a drawer and never, ever look at it again.

More likely, I turn my attention to other projects and then return to Caborn & Reeves in about 6 months to hack it into shape. But at least this time I’ll know what I mess I’ve got myself into.

#writing #richard farren barber #first draft

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ggukkiereads · 4 years ago

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Hello!! Just a few days ago I stumble upon your blog and I'm wondering if you have some recommendations for Hybrid AUs, much appreciated if it is an OT7 and completed, but if so I will still be so thankful. (I just need some cure from the stress that modules brings) Thank You in Advance (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤

🌷 Hello! welcome to my mini fic-reading land. I’ve actually received asks for Hybrid AUs (I pinned the requests in the navi) but I just have a very messy draft.

But to help you with your stress, I think I can share a few of my ongoing reads (sorry they won’t be complete but they’re OT7). But, I added completed ones I could remember too (●'◡'●)

*note: will edit this later and organize this per member - maybe add other fics I’ll remember*

Fic Recs | BTS Hybrid AUs

→ A Place Called Home @agustdakasuga - OT7 x Reader

series [27/27] | 88k | Hybrid AU, Poly AU, Soulmate AU, Romance Humor | Fluff

Having saved your own injured hybrid, you were determined to try and help any other hybrid that crossed your path who needed saving. But being a vet in a small hospital wasn’t enough for you. You wanted to do more, you wanted to make a difference. You wanted to give them a home.

→ If I Can Never Give You Peace @candlewaxandp0lar0ids - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 17.6k+ | Mafia AU, Enemies to Lovers | A (so far)

It starts like quite a few stories do, in your world. Girl meets boy, who happens to be a hybrid, girl buys him at an auction where hybrids are sold, boy falls in love with her, girl gets bored of him. Then it’s not so typical anymore, when the boy ends up forced into illegal fighting rings, until he makes a wrong move and her father decides he needs to be killed.

Where does that leave you? Well, you’re the one who handled Jungkook’s fight and generally organized his life, and, when the girl’s father, your boss and mafia leader, tells you he wants him ‘put down’, you’re the one who has to get it done. Except, instead, you let him escape, and everything turns out fine.

🌷ggukkienote: I am so hooked on this (because I am a sucker for Mafia AUs too). This is such a great story and the OC is really different from the usual OCs. Very interesting.

→ Eunoia @wishesunderthestars - OT7 x Reader

series [15/?] | 100k+ (I just assumed this, masterpost doesn’t have wc but it’s 6k per chapter or more?) | Director!Reader, hurt/comfort | fluff, eventual smut

You are a world famous director and you have dedicated your life to your job. You have everything you could ever dream of; wealth, recognision, talent, your friends and family. But loneliness ins’t cured by success. So what happens when you somehow rescue seven hybrids? Can they fill the void?

→ Restitution @cloudteawrites - OT7 x Reader

series [7/?] | 48k+ | slow burn, poly, mystery, romance

when an estranged uncle leaves you his massive fortune you wonder if the universe is playing a joke on you. when that fortune comes with seven hybrids, you know for sure that it is.

→ Lacuna @barbika1508 - Jungkook x Reader

series [42/42] | 324.3k | Hybrid AU, check for TW | Fluff, Angst, Smut

Lacuna - (n.) a blank space, a missing part

Y/N just wanted to go back home, to enjoy her peace and quiet away from problems and people. But typically, her luck strikes as she stumbles upon a horrific scene of two guys mistreating an already beaten down hybrid. Will she take matters into her own hands and help him? Or let someone else help along the way???

🌷 This is on AO3 and I got a recent ask about author’s tumblr. So if you prefer AO3 you can check their profile

→ A Hundred Percent Human by wrienne- OT7 x Reader

series [12/?] | 88k+ | Hybrid AU, fluff, angst, smut |

In which you (reader) are forced to take care of seven hybrids in a twist of fate. Drunk and down on life, you finally decide to deal with the house and the unsavory business your mother left behind. However, to your shock, you find that seven very different hybrids are included with both the house - and the business. Seven hybrids you never even met before - even less agreed to take care of.

🌷 This is on AO3. I don’t normally reco AO3 since my blog is focused on tumblr fics but someone sent an ask about this so I’m including it

→ Inferiority Complex @starlightauroras-writes - Jimin x Reader

series [10/?] | 88k+ | political themes, themes of abuse (hybrids) | A, S

You had never liked hybrids. You disagreed with their very existence, and you never wanted to have anything to do with them. And then one day, you discovered a hybrid who was more scared of you than you were of him, and everything changed as you realised you were the only hope he had…

→ Sanctuary @chimchimsauce - Jimin x Reader

series [16/16] | 20k | Wolf Hybrid!Jimin, Barista!OC, feat sanctuary staff Taehyung, hurt/comfort | F, A

YN is a young girl, bright and ambitious, but due to her busy schedule, she's been unable to make any real friends. When an ad for Saint Mary's Sanctuary catches her attention, she never expected her life to be changed by a certain hybrid named Jimin.

→ Summer Nights @marginalmadness - Jungkook x Reader

series [4/4] | 23k | Hybrid!Fantasy, Romance | F, S

A freak weather anomaly leads to a chance encounter with a rabbit-hybrid, and your kind nature results in you gaining a small, fluffy lodger, who questions your taste in television shows. It’s won’t be for long...will it?

→ Risk it All @/httpjeon - Jungkook x Reader

series [5/5] | 8.3k | hybrid au, alpha wolf!jungkook | A, F, S

ripped from your family, you find yourself in a warehouse filled with predators. just your luck, you’re right across from a caged alpha wolf.

🌷 (I linked Chapter 5 because for some reason others couldn’t find this chapter so they thought it’s still incomplete)

→ Outro Love is Not Over @kiirokero - Hoseok x Reader

series [12/?] | Daycare Teacher!Hoseok x Single Mom!Reader

You are the single mother of a beautiful 6-year-old golden retriever hybrid who you named Yunho. But you’re a human. You can’t show him the ropes of being a hybrid, and you can’t teach him things the other moms can. So, when a handsome German Shepard hybrid comes into your life, helping you and guiding Yunho in a way you can’t, you can’t help the cozy home he sets up in your heart.

→ It Takes Two To Make A Thing Go Right @imaginethisbts - TaeKook x Reader

two shot [2/2] | 11k | dom/sub themes, heat cycles | S

What’s better than one dogboy lover? Two dogboy lovers. But when Tae and Jungkook seem unusually clingy, it can only mean one thing. That time of the month has snuck up on you and your dogboy lovers do not want to share.

🌷 Also try their other Jungkook hybrid series Out of the Blue

→ Peculiar Park @daydreamindollie - OT7 x Reader

series [9/?] | 38k+ | imagines, slice of life | Writer!Reader, Psychologist!Reader, imagines | fluff

you’re a successful hybrid writer and psychologist who takes in seven hybrids on one stormy night after finding one of their pack stealing from your garden

→ Yeouiju @nomseok - Namjoon x Reader

one shot | 33.7k | Mythical AU, Hybrid AU (if you squint), suspense | A, F, S

you find an ancient stone in the middle of the mountains and bring it home with you, oblivious to the consequences of taking a dragon’s yeouiju.

→ Beautiful Stranger @/nomseok - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 19k | circus AU | A, S, F

your dream is to take care of animals for the rest of your life in the big city, making sure that they’re cared for. but you stumble upon a malnourished, rare tiger in your local circus, and you can’t help but want to take care of him.

→ Evolution of You and I @readyplayerhobi - Jimin x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | kind of epistolary (letters), chat, childhood friends | F

For 15 years, Park Jimin has been in your life in some form. From childhood penpal’s to the closest of friends now, you can’t imagine your life without him even if you’ve never actually met him in person. It doesn’t help that you’ve fallen for him, even across the distance that separates you. But what happens when you finally meet up and you discover he’s been keeping something secret?

→ Fish are Friends @httpjeon - Taehyung x Reader

one shot | 10.2k | seahorse hybrid!taehyung | A, S, F

after moving to the seaside, there is a dreadful storm. when all is clear, a man washes up on shore…only he isn’t quite human.

🌷 you know seahorses mate for life and it’s the male that gets pregnant? Interesting huh

→ Pink Panther @gimmesumsuga - Seokjin x Reader

one shot | 13k | boss-employee | F, S

The one where your boss, Kim Seokjin, tries to show you how beautiful you are.

→ Ragdoll @ausblack - Jimin x Reader

series [17/17] | Hybrid AU, College AU | F, A

As you were studying to obtain your medical & veterinary degree, your professor came up with the idea of organizing an internship - where you found yourself side by side with a sick hybrid that needed nothing other that complete care.

→ Jagged + Catnap @opaljm - Jimin x Reader

one shot + sequel | 18k | jaguar/black panther!jimin, sand dune cat!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, established relationship (sequel)| S, F, slight A

The pretty little sand cat hybrid Jimin has been in love with for the past year experiences her first heat and Jimin would love nothing more than to be the one to guide her through it and breed her with his kittens.

🌷 there’s also a possible spin-off for Taehyung (Eye of the Tiger)

→ Owner @jessikahathaway - Jungkook x Reader

series [6/?] | 17.4k | Fake Dating AU, Hybrid AU, based on Kimi Wa Petto (Japanese anime) | F, S, A

With your mother hounding on you (no pun intended), you decided to get a little help from a hybrid, who was also in need of assistance.

→ Loving Him Was Red + Somewhere Only We Know @userseok - Jungkook x Reader

series [3/?] | 12.8k+ | enemies to lovers, childhood friends (sorta), college au, jock!jungkook, unrequited love (for OC) | S, F, A

you’ve been chasing after jungkook for years. after a harsh verbal altercation between both of you, you decide to leave him alone and pursue a relationship with someone who seems genuinely interested in you, thinking he would never return your feelings.

I would like to recommend the catalog of these writers:

@ditttiii - so I realize I’m following them on AO3 when I realized the fics looked familiar 🤭. They have an ongoing series called Enchanted to Meet You which you might want to check out if you like Soulmate AUs too! I recently reblogged a Jungkook two-shot comfort fic (hybrid au too) so I recommend going through their masterlist!

@aroseforyoongi - who I discovered because of Gossamer (KTH). It was completed but I think it’s up for re-write/re-post? You can try the others:

Navy Blue - Jungkook [completed]

Forever Yours - Yoongi [one shot, prequel to Navy Blue]

Let Me Love You- Jungkook [one shot]

@magicalsalamander - another favorite author of mine I just feel like I’m reading a great tale every time I start on a series or one shot. They have great fics with supernatural themes too

Rabbit on the Moon - Jungkook | if you’re in the mood for police officer Jungkook [6/6]

The Act of Persuasion - Seokjin | if you are in the mood for Single Dad AU x Arranged Marriage too [one shot]

Firefly that Guards the Fox - Taehyung | if you are in the mood for mystery [11/12 - just epilogue left]

Kitten’s Little Flame - Yoongi | if you like BF to Lovers between dragon and a cat [6/6]

There’s more so please check their Masterlist

@hollyhomburg - I just love Of Fire and Love (hello dragon!yoongi and baby!jungkook? 🥺) But you can check:

their masterlist of all their hybrid fics

Dance to This series which I’ve added to fic recs based on an ask about stories that include members/readers with disability.

Don’t care if it Hurts - Jimin | this is probably my favorite (again I’m a sucker for Mafia AUs) , guard dog hybrid!jimin [12/13, just epilogue]

@angelicyoongie - I got hooked after reading their stories on AO3 but they have tumblr too! Check their masterlist for ongoing hybrid fic (Abundance - OT7) but these are completed ones:

Desolate - Yoongi, grumypy cat hybrid [14/14]

Out of the Woods - Namjoon, wolf hybrid, strangers to lovers [3/3]

@worldwidebt7 - if you like webtoons! I read parts of Jungkook’s webtoon and I think currently we’re on Yoongi’s story. Access it here

@jincherie - One of the first hybrid fics I remember encountering is Inheritance (MYG). Other fics:

Perihelion - Hoseok, college, roommate, enemies [2/?]

Butterfingers - Namjoon, teacher au, this is cuuuute READ IT if you’re looking for something fluffy [one shot]

4 o’ clock - Taehyung, single dad au (I included this in the singel dad fic recs too) [3/?]

Under the Bridge - Jungkook, found jungkook under the bridge [one shot]

@whitesparrows97 - a writer I discovered because of a Yoongi soulmate fic but I found that they also have other hybrid fics:

Cat’s Cradle - Yoongi, bestfriend [5/5]

Underdog - Taehyung, shifter, brought home what she thought a stray dog [5/5]

@foxymoxynoona - and what would my reco be without foxymoxy? So they have tumblr but their works are on AO3. I’ve listed their current works here but I didn’t include their completed works which are must-reads:

Sugar Fairy - Jungkook, mating, adopted hybrids [48/48]

A Sea of Indigo - Jungkook, ex-fighter [48/48] ⭐⭐⭐

@therealmintedmango - They have a whole masterlist of their hybrid!au fics. I recently finished Kingdom Come and I always remember Jimin from King (for some reason)

@joonbird - check their Zodiac Hybrid Masterlist of one shot per member

There are more (usually one shot per member) but I’ll probably put them in another Fic Rec List for Hybrid AUs. Sorry this list is kind of all over the place (not even organized per member 🤭). But good luck with your modules and I hope these help!

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onf-headcanons · 4 years ago

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Another OFFICE AU aka CEO AU

A/n : Alas its not draft clearing but a brand new work for 2021 (but i still have some drafts as well)XD Hello, did any of you remember an idea dump I dropped for last year Christmas? you could easily guess which was it by tallying the mood board with the idea lists (*winks)

Setting :

1. OFFICE AU 2 , it is a brand new one where ONF member is a young CEO while you are his secretary. So I will name this one as CEO AU

Of course it does not hurt should you wanna imagine it as the already exist office au, using the idea dump posted for 2020 Christmas.

2. ONF MEMBER that I will integrate would be Hyojin and Seungjun as mentioned during the Christmas post, but I wont stop you for imagining other members, thats why in headcanons I will use ONF MEMBER instead their names. (For member X reader scenario)

3. In this headcanon, reader is slightly older than ONF member, maybe 2 or 3 years older. Same age is plausible, then it would be ONF member continued their studies further so they started working late.

ok lets go, beware its long and sorry if it is messy I tried my best to control 2 way storyline, I had fun writing but I know I am lacking much much more than I could notice. total 6k word count (dies)

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• You work as assistant/secretary for the head of department/CEO in company before the young successor joins and his predecessor retires. • Because you tend to separate work life and private life, you established personality to look like ice queen on the outside (reality) but actually passionate carer on the inside (virtually). None of your colleagues knew, only your close friends • You have been using a chat app (not tinder type) for since you started intern, • 1. That app's specialty was anonymous. • 2. Its like a hideout spot where you can share and post whatever you love. (Because there are some co-workers added your FB or Insta and you felt it is a hassle to create another fake account exclusively to add people) • 3. Even though you tried and failed at 1 or 2 virtual relationships with other users, you never despise the thought of online dating. But you do know it’s not realistic so you never take it too seriously (it is also self-protection) • You would post some photos but mostly are just lunch pics, occasionally an outdoor view from your office floor, also some cute stationaries or accessories found on the way back home. (Just adding this trivia for fun linking the universe, maybe you pass by Minkyun’s flower shop as well?) • (It will be funny if your contents was more on sharing random idol pics that you follow, passionately promoting it hence creating a more impact contrast later when revealing) • One day you came across a post asking about what kind of cologne to buy for a predecessor who will be retiring. Being a good Samaritan, you leave a few suggestions under the post and did not really take it to heart, you forgot about it once you see the original author replied "Thanks" • Not knowing that 1 interaction would change your life forever.

1-2 • The next day, your superior announced his retirement and mentioned a young successor will join the company next month. And ONF member being the young successor does make rumors flying around the company, making people questioning his ability as he is related to company board of directors. The department you are in is under top 5 sales/profit bringing, so with a young successor would be inexperienced which might lead to drop of department reputation of course people are going to worry and gossip. • First impression with ONF member is actually ok. Well dressed, good looking and nice manners. The moment he followed his predecessor walks into the office floor, girls starts to make all sorts of gasping noises (lol) • Your superior mentioned that he bought a retirement gift for your superior deep down you approved at the selection of the cologne brand. • You might goes, this guy got sense, not bad. • One night after several days ONF member joined the department/company, you received a PM from a user, thanking you for the cologne recommendation. It took you a while to remember who it was. You politely replied him “You are welcome.” • The user also nonchalantly asked about how you can make such suggestion that pinpoints because by the glance at your profile, first impression could be very much misleading. • You just replied that you happened to know someone at that age who likes that type of scent hence the list of suggestions, what you did was just you taking the liberty to do a lucky guess. • Out of curiosity, you tap at the stranger’s avatar to get a glimpse of his profile, but out of your disappointment, there were no picture of his to know what he looks like. But there are pictures of scenery from places he travelled. • You also noticed that their “joined the app” days are way lesser than you are, quite a new user. • You found a few pictures of places you went before/ places that you want to go. Delighted, you started the conversation asking if he likes travelling and his next travel plans. • The other party replied briefly his plans and his experience during travels, from his words you know that he won’t be travelling overseas for the next 2 years as he had a new job and responsibility to learn. Instead he will be focusing on doing domestic travels. • His words made you reminisce your rookie days and you responded him that you understand him with empathy. You did not pry further but you do give him some encouragement, telling him that things will get better and once he got the hang of it, he will have more time on his own. (Yup at the moment you are thinking he is a freshman or newbie joining new company) • You timidly ask your new chat friend why they decided to join and use the app. He replied, “I don’t really play social media apps and I don’t want anyone to find me online, the anonymous system this app provides mental security for me.” • The reply was so different from those who are playing the app just for flirting and finding a quick date, you replied him, “Same as you.” • The conversation ends by the other party mentions he will need to be early for work and politely wishes you good night. The next morning you found the stranger has added you as friend, without any thoughts you tap on your screen and now you have a new mutual.

1-3 • Back to office, as ONF member is still new towards his scope of work, you would sometimes giving him advise and guides by sharing “What would his predecessor does.” or “What he can do by not violating company policy”. He takes advises well and would always inquire for your suggestion before making any critical decision. • Once he started to get the hang of it, you passed the torch of freedom to him because you are only a secretary/assistant. But he will still come to you, which you felt he was being dependent. (I feel if it is Minkyun, he will be more dependent should the scope of work is totally unfamiliar to him. Tendency of dependent to independent would be Seungjun, Hyojin, Yuto same par as Jaeyoung, Changyoon then Minkyun.) • (Of course sometimes there are some doubt raised regarding to policies and because he sees things in another perspective, you know he meant no harm but sometimes you wish he would just shut up and just follow the policy just for convenience sake+lessen damage. That’s because should any dissatisfaction of decision happens, colleagues will firstly come to interrogate you, hoping you to twist his decision or questioning your ability to lessen the damage done towards merit they/the department holds. AND YOU HATE PLAYING THOSE POWER MIND GAMES, even though the image you impose looked like you are skilled player.) • So there is some sense that being strict is you are trying hard to protect him and protecting yourself. • BTW ONF member, your new superior has a bright personality unlike his predecessor (huge reason is due to the age factor), even though inexperienced in work, he has good be friending skills. So people in the department felt it was less stressful working under him because he would do small talk with his underlings. (This hc is not suitable for Changyoon and Yuto during the beginning, due to their personality they would try but not suddenly initiating small talks on the first week joining.) • IT WILL BE FUNNY IF SOME FEMALE COLLEAGUE TOOK PITY ON HIM BY MENTIONING/GOSSIPING THAT YOU ARE TOO STRICT AGAINST HIM • Its not that you hate him or he does not have the ability to do his work, it’s just when he is standing on the opposing side against company policy it troubles you. • Every time when things like this happens, you would low-key complains by posting status on the chat app, mentioning you don’t hope for an understanding but you would hope those who are not in your shoes would shut up. Your mutuals mostly are office workers as well so resonates with your words. • Your new friend leaves a comment underneath the post you asking if you are doing alright, and hope you do not stress yourself too much. You thanked him for the mental support. • He will even PM you asking if you are doing alright, most of the time you don’t want to lose your cool plus you don’t think it is wise to abruptly rant towards a stranger as if they are emotional sandbag, so you will politely thank him and say that you are alright now. • Since you and your new friend work on the day, you two chat during the night and weekend, getting to know each other in a very casual pace. A bit of child hood and you both also shared your majors in studies. He told you that he used to study at overseas and he picked up hobby of travelling around a bit during those days. • You never turn on the app during lunch (to avoid people finding out) but your new friend does send you some messages during lunchtime. • As you and the new friend get to know each other, there has a few things in common, you two like talking about travels and you two read works by the same author • By the way the new friend is a he. You two are using ID names the whole time during chatting, because you have told him that you are not comfortable giving and knowing each other’s real name. He understands and respects that. • And you confirmed that he is slightly younger than you. Which you replied to him, “Oh my superior is same age as you.” • This new friend gives you a calm and mature vibe even though he is same age as your new superior. You could not help yourself but comparing. • The other party goes: “Wow, he must be a very successfully accomplished youngster.” • You go: “Nah, other than his outgoing personality that brings freshness to the department, he still got lots to learn.” • Your new friend then continues, “Your new superior is a lucky one, I can confidently say that because I have an excellent senior who would always look out for me.” • You respond, “Then you better treat them well.” • And he goes “Of course.”

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• Work is as usual, possible you unintentionally eavesdropping and caught ONF member saying towards you (even better backing you up when some junior colleagues are reverse gossiping about you) : You know, Y/N might look cold and stern sometimes but actually a kind and gentle person. Y/N would always give out advice for the sake of the department/ company. • Cues you would fluster a bit by those words. • A few days later you are done briefing your superior their schedule. And ONF member suddenly ask if you are free for dinner. It’s already his 4th month in the company and wanted to properly thank you for guiding him with patience and prudence. • At first you wanted to decline him because you don’t want to deal with work related stuff after office hours, ALSO you don’t want anyone to start weird gossips. • Another reason is you don’t want to talk about yourself too much in front of your superior. Heck you even avoid your colleague’s invitations for dinner because you value your “me time” very much. • But looking at his anticipating face, you got soft and agreed that a coffee would suffice. ONF member smiles at you suggest both of you to have coffee right now at Starbucks next to your company building. You are free to choose whatever drink you like. • Before both of you leave the room. And then you heard a familiar notification sound, you thought your heart is going to stop, that is the notification sound from the chat app you are using. You did not have your phone with you so it was obvious the sound comes from ONF member’s phone. • And that was a notification alert of the system has found someone nearby and presented to the user. It got you curious and worried at the same time. • At Starbucks, ONF member had to answer a call, so you ordered his drink as well. • Later you see him start replying messages while waiting for orders to be done. You wanted to have a peek at his user name but you are a few steps away and your instinct told you better don’t do that. What if it is already someone you already know? • “Curiosity killed the cat, remember?” You tell yourself. • Once you are at your desk, you took some deep breath to calm yourself and try to remember if you recalled wrongly but truth is you are accurate. You hurriedly checked you phone, there were no new messages and you are sure you have turned off location visibility. Lucky for you it was never turned on to begin with. • You also kind of worried if your superior actually has a “fun” lifestyle after office hours. But, it’s hard to relate him to a playboy image when he looked like a friendly good boy. You shake your head and deny yourself. • “If (ONF member name) uses that app then I will need to be more careful.” you thought while sipping the frappe. So back at home, you started to alter all posts’ visibility to “Visible for mutuals only”. Took you nearly a whole night but better safe than sorry.

1-5 • More weeks pass by peacefully but one day a conflict happened between you and ONF member and some colleagues/minor members of the board. He went ahead to announce that he decides (had a thought) to run a campaign/new rule (maybe a budget cut). The moment he finished his sentences, you know the seniors will not be happy with it. • Later after meeting, you politely confront with ONF member that he should discuss with you before announcing it on meeting. Plus, announcing without any advance preparation will put him and you in an awkward position as verbal announcement are not persuasive enough. Of course you are also worried that people might use this issue to tackle and exploit the cons of both of you being inexperience and young. • “With all due my respect, Mr.(ONF member name), it will be nice if you could discuss with me before dropping that bomb at the meeting.” you try not to sound fierce but your tone clearly does not sound you are cool with his actions at all. • “And later having you lecture me and stop me? You do know it was for the good of the company too right?” He retorts like usual • “Yes but no.” you try to fight back. “ It’s not that easy, there are people need to be dealt with and I don’t think you--” • Before you could finish, ONF member says with an eyebrow raised, “You don’t think I can handle it, because I am still unexperienced.” • You unconsciously frown and thinking, why is he suddenly trying to pick a fight deliberately today? Why is he suddenly trying to piss off seniors in the department/company? • ONF member then with firm tone, gives you suggestion, “Should you have anyone come to you and complain, tell them that you knew nothing at all and request them to talk to me directly instead.” • “I am the CEO, not you.” He adds. • You could not help but sigh, knowing there is not point arguing because he is not going to back down. And deep down you do know the new rule/budget cut will do more merit than harm. (Your focus is more on how deal with seniors employees not him for now because seniors are more pain in the ass compared to him) • But still there are people come to you and bug you while you are working and you can’t tell them to leave you alone hence it stresses you out. • You escape to the bathroom taking your phone with you and vents out at the app by posting a status mentioning you are just trying to do your job and wants a peaceful work days. • You also come across seeing your new friend posting a status prior your meeting time, it’s a photo of frappe you recommended him to try it out. He is thanking you for recommending it. • You could not help but feeling a bit jealous, should your title and work scopes are different/ should you are just normal employee rather than a CEO’s secretary, you might not need to face these kind of stress. • “Guess you have to bear what you signed up for huh?” you thought to yourself after 15 minutes cooling yourself down. • You switched your mind set and step out from bathroom. Returning to your place with your usual ice cold face. You are trying hard not to show that you are weak against stress. You are too immersed at people coming at you asking you questions, without knowing ONF member actually observing you with concerned gaze from his room. • That night, you receive a PM from your new friend asking if you are doing ok, as you never sound that upset before. He said he can lent an ear so you can tell him what happened. You spare him all the intricate details and tell him briefly that your superior made a mess and you need to clean it up also back his plan no matter you like it or not. • The whole progress he did not interrupt you nor tried to tell you what you should do, he let you type all the way until you finished. Once you are done, you asked, “I don’t know what might be up in his sleeves that it’s inconvenient for me to know beforehand but... Isn’t he a jerk, putting me into an awkward situation?” • Your friend backs you up and agrees with you that matters should be discussed, and critiques your superior actually could trust you more. • You thanked your friend for letting you to rant and mentioned you have accepted the fate because of the title and responsibility you hold in the company. That’s being professional and mature in office. • The other party replied that even if that is the case, he hope you don’t stresses yourself too much as it seems your new superior still needs your guidance and support. • You playfully replies, “Well I am not his babysitter XD, he will need to face a lot of issues by his own someday.” • “Why is that?” • “Well I can’t always be by his side though? I might get married and resign.” you reveal your future plans to your new friend, “Moreover, even I don’t resign, I might take pregnancy leave though?” • The other party comments, “I never thought you had that planned out.” • And he continues, “Your profile gives out the ‘I love my job so much.’ vibe” • You then back up your point by saying you do want that plan to work but too bad you are single now, so of course you are going to focus on your job more. Plus, you do not plan to find a partner in work place anyways. • The new friend leaves more supportive words and hoping it will cheer you up. By the end of the conversation, he also offers that you can come to him and rant should you need an ear. • You grin at his words and felt warm towards his actions. Rarely any of your mutual actually PM to check up on you. “Maybe he was just being nice.” you thought before you wish him good night.

1-6 • The next day, you are being summoned by your superior the first thing in the morning. He passes you a pile of documents and requests you to go through it. It a proposal regarding to the budget cut/new rule and he hope you can be his ally. His gaze is not as firm as yesterday, but it’s more of seeking approval and acknowledgement from you. • You let out a sigh and mutters, “You know, should you have hand this to me beforehand the situation won’t be that ugly.” And then you start to flip the pages. • “Sorry.” He apologizes. “But I really want to make it work. It’s also a handover work by my predecessor.” • “You look up upon him too much, ONF member, he is a sly fox just like the other seniors.” You do not mean to back stab but you are telling the truth. “Has it never come to your mind why he did not initiate the plan when he is here and requested you to initiate it when he is gone?” • “I know. But this move is going to benefit the company; I am willing to bear responsibility.” ONF member adds • You stop reading and look at your superior in the eye, “You better hope this work though, I don’t want my 5 months effort of guiding you goes to waste. And I hate the idea that I need to re- adjust my pace with a new superior.” • ONF member gets your intentions behind your words; he swiftly stands up from his chair and thanked you. “I owe you big one, Y/N. Another cup of coffee to thank you for reals?” • “No thanks, I will be busy. Next time.” You feel uncomfortable because the social distance between you two seems shortened, so you politely decline. • Luckily the whole budget cut/new rule policy worked out fine and by year end, benefits shows. You and ONF member can finally relax a bit knowing that you both have won the fight.

1-7 • Meanwhile, you did not stop interacting with your recent favourite friend. As you two got to know each other even more, both of you chat almost every day during the night. He never bores you and he can understand most of the topic you bring up. You are amazed that how can someone has so many things in common? • It spikes your curiosity and you ask him if a wonderful person like him has a partner in real life. He answers you that he is single, just like you are. • (You thought he is lying because he is such a nice guy, but of course you do tell yourself not to 100 percent trust everyone online) • Then he asks your opinion about online virtual dating. You honestly told him about your experience. But you added that even though you failed twice/thrice, you are not against it. • And that moment, you don’t know what has gotten into you, you playfully type, “You are asking my opinion on that as if you are preparing yourself” • “Prepare for what?” he asks • “To get yourself an online girlfriend.” You reply. • His respond reads, “Yes I am.” • “That’s wonderful. That girl you will be confessing is a lucky one.” • “Yea, indeed you are.” • You pause for a moment when you saw the message. • “Wait, you serious? ME??” you quickly send him the message because you thought should you hesitate longer, the mood will turn awkward. • He replies you by sending you a heart emoji. • You give a quick thought, well it is interesting chatting with him and he does seem nice. Plus, it’s online anyway, you could call it off should he becomes toxic and annoying like your previous experiences. • “I wasn’t sure if you are ok with someone like me. “He continues. “I am fine if you want to call it off should you found someone in real life later on.” • “Don’t be silly, that should be my line.” You retort him. • And then you have it, another secret. You have an online boyfriend now. You both even declared each other as a pair of soulmate publicly on the app. But you two did not exchange selfies, keeping the relationship virtual and anonymous. • However you two always share interesting stuffs happen on daily. New book, new cd, a random shot of a puppy or cat you met on the street. • Also before year end, you overheard girl colleagues gossiping about your superior has a girlfriend now; you are not interested at his private life so you just let it slide. • But you did briefly mention it to your boyfriend. Not in a gossip tone, more of a life update share. • Of course there are some girl colleagues that are ok with you comes to you, hoping you leak some information about ONF member’s rumoured girlfriend. But of course you know nothing at all, leaving them with disappointed answer. • Fast forward to the week before Valentine’s Day. It is also 10th month since ONF member joins the company. • Out of the sudden, your online boyfriend suggests you two to meet up. You are not against it, and it’s not like you never met anyone you know from the app. Thinking why not knowing a new friend in real life, you agreed his offer. (Also because you are curious what he looks like so that you can understand why he was single before dating you) • You even inquired his preference in chocolate and promise bringing him some on official first date. • Your boyfriend thanks you and suggests a place for dinner. You knew that place, it’s expensive and you could not help but wondering if he is trying hard to match you. (You still thinks he is just a normal employee in a company) • But, your boyfriend only replies: “Don’t worry, it is the perfect spot, I could not think of others that are suitable to our taste.” • You can only acknowledge it because you don’t want to have an argument to blow up but deep down you could not help yourself to start doubting again. • “It’s going to be Ok, right?” you question your decision, but it’s too late.

1-8 • On Valentine’s Day, younger female colleagues in your office give out chocolate treats to younger male colleagues as friendship presents, some of course using the occasion to confess. • You don’t have the habit of presenting chocolate treats as a token of friendship appreciation at the office. But you are giving your date chocolate treat later; you hid yours in your bag carefully scared of being teased should anyone saw it. • ONF member gets some too. One female colleague even teases him if he is going to get chocolate from his girlfriend. And ONF member replies that he might get it later that night. • Of course ONF member will asks you for chocolate treat with an innocent face, you just bluntly tell him that you don’t have the habit to give out chocolate treats, he only pouts after listening to your respond. • By the way today you unintentionally changed your makeup (lipstick or eyeshadow). No one dared to make any comments but not your superior, ONF member. • He goes: “Y/N ah? Did something good happen on you? Are you going to a date tonight?” • You are typing quick report and his words caught you off guard. You flinched at his words. Hoping ONF member did not notice, you quickly lied by telling him simply ran out of your usual makeup colour. • But your superior teases you a bit, “Aww, I was hoping I could attend your wedding in near future. “ • You have gotten used to his socializing pattern, so you counter him by asking if he is going to bring his girlfriend to have a nice dinner at a grand restaurant. • And to your surprise, he revealed the place he will be having dinner with his partner. It’s the same place where you are heading to later. He had a special room booked exclusively for tonight’s date. • “Oh, Oh… Have fun and enjoy your dinner.” You force yourself to break a smile. • ONF member only smirks at you and gives you a few pats on your shoulders and says he will have an unforgettable night before returning to his room. Leaving you questioning the meaning of his actions that are unpredictable but also definitely intentional. • Of course you had a quick thought asking your boyfriend if it is possible to change location, you could not bring yourself to ask as you are worried you might sound rude/arrogant trying to change plans on the last minute. You deduced that since ONF member will be having dinner in a room, you might not going to bump into him. You and your boyfriend can just finish dinner quickly. • You could not have that bother you too much time because you need to finish your report so that you can leave on time. Once it reaches the end of office hours, the others started to leave. You made up a plan to leave after ONF member leaves the office. You keep raising your gaze to have a slight peek towards your superior’s room. • Seeing him finally standing up from his chair and adjusting his suit. You can tell he is finally leaving. He passes through your desk and asks, “Y/N ah, please don’t tell me you are planning to work overtime during this special day?” • You only smiles and tell him you are going to finish soon, “Don’t you have a dinner to attend?” you remind him without looking at him, acting as if you are typing the remaining contents of your report. • “Yea I do. See ya.” ONF member waves you goodbye. • You leave the office after 10 minutes. (As for method of transport to the restaurant, I will leave it to your choice.)

1-9 • You reach the building of the restaurant. You let out a sigh, hesitating to step in nonchalantly knowing ONF member is inside there as well. The least thing you definitely do not want to happen is ONF member finding you having a dinner date tonight. It’s embarrassing and it will break the balance of your work and private life. • While you are pacing in front of the building with hesitation, you receive a chat notification from the app. You open it and it was your boyfriend, notifying you that he has arrived, and he reminds you the restaurant located at 38th floor. • You nervously bite your lower lip knowing it’s too late and it is rude of you to cancel the date on last minute. He was a decent person to chat with and you don’t want to lose a good friend. You are blaming yourself for agreeing to attend this date too casually. And you also find yourself way too wary of your virtual boyfriend’s thoughts towards you should you now called him to cancel the date. • Then you heard a familiar voice called out your name and you turn your head towards the voice unconsciously. It’s ONF member, walking out from the building. You flustered and panicked by just imagining scenarios of him asking why you are here and other many more questions. • “OMG…. Shit shit shit….!” You cursed in your head, regretting your life decisions. Recalling the entire chat context between you two, this might be the worst thing ever to happen in your life. • He is grinning while reaching out to grasp your hand. You unintentionally try to back away from him but he was faster. You tried to pull your hand away but he pulls you toward him instead. You nearly bumped towards his chest. • “Y/N ah, I told you its 38th floor; you did not get my message?” ONF member asks as his smirks widens. • As he finished his words, you only look at the young guy in front of you with disbelief, processing his words. Seeing you froze due to the big plot twist, ONF member taps you on your forehead hoping to unfreeze you. • “It can’t be…You are (ONF member’s ID in the app)?! “You exclaim. • “Yeap.” He responds. • “Impossible…How?” you ask. “How did you know it was me?” • “At first I had my doubt when I first saw an old post of yours. You shot a sunset pic from our office floor by the window near the lift right?” he returns with another question. And man he is good at remembering details. • “Then I confirmed that it was you by the time I announced budget cut/new rules for the company/department. ” he explains • “I…” You could not bring yourself to say anything, but you are not an idiot, “(ONF member name), did you risked your reputation in the company just to find out a stranger’s real identity?” • “No, I did not, I swear. I initiated the plan to suddenly announce the budget cut because I want to find out which board seniors will make a move to cover up themselves, as requested from my predecessor.” He knows you well to sense that you are angry, and he quickly denied. “I only know it was you when I checked up on you. Since then I have been dropping so many hints for you to realize, but it seems like you are the dense one here.” • You can tell he is telling the truth. • “This is absurd…” you mutter while placing your hand on your forehead. • ONF member let out a sigh and he shifts behind you, places his hands on your shoulders then pushes you forward. “Come on, I am starving we can talk about it later, you did not had a decent meal during lunch as well right?” • He is right, you only had a mini croissant during lunchtime.

• You follow him without a word to the entrance of the building and enter the lift to 38th floor. ONF member has booked a nice room that both of you can enjoy the city’s night view.

1-10 • It was a luxurious dinner but you are not in the mood enjoying it. In fact you are so stressed that you could not even taste your food. You did not touch your dessert at all. • You only quietly trace the shape of wine glass in front of you while looking at the night view, hoping the night to pass quickly. • “You are not happy with me being your date, Y/N?” he suddenly asks. • You jolted and you finally look at him in the eye for the first time tonight. • “You startled me, I am still trying to grasp the situation here.” You reply him with a low voice, trying to act calm by casually bring your drink closer to you and hydrates your throat. • “Hey Y/N-ah, I know you mentioned before that you don’t like the idea of dating someone from the office, but…” his eyes are fixed on you. “I like you. Not just the virtual you, but also the real you.” • “I called you a jerk.” You know you should not bring it up, but you still did. • “Which I did act like one so, no hard feelings.” He accepted. “I am truly sorry about that, I was trying to prove myself way too hard.” • Now it got awkward since he apologized without any complaints. You don’t know what to say and avert your gaze again. • “You know, Y/N ah, when you are stressed, you tend to avoid other people’s eye contact. “he breaks the silence. “And you are doing that ever since you reached here.” • Upon hearing his words, you flinched and exchange eye contact with the young man sitting in front of you. • “And oh, and you flinch as well.” He adds, “Which is very adorable in my opinion.” • “(ONF member’s name), I …” you try to explain yourself but he cuts you off. • “It alright, you don’t have to push yourself, I have made you stressed out way too much today.” ONF member smiles at you while saying based on what he observed. • He finally stands up and offers to send you home. You could not decline him because you felt terribly sorry for ruining such as nice date. • “I am sorry, should it is another girl, it will be a terrific night for you.” You apologized before leaving his car. • “Don’t worry; it is an unforgettable night for me.” He responds with his usual smile. • Back at your place, you are frustrated that the night ended up in an awkward and weird way. You only noticed that you did not get to hand him the chocolate treats as promised. • You cannot sleep that night, gazing at the chocolate treats as you holding the package in your hands. You cannot tell if you messed up or you are lucky that he happened to like you. • You wanted to consult a random mutual of yours but you hesitated. Because at this point you are not sure if you actually have the full grasp on the situation. And you don’t want a biased reply. • “It’s just this boyfriend of yours happened to be him, I guess?” you murmur to yourself. But that did not clear up your mind enough for you to make any decision towards the situation. • Several days passed, ONF member did not send any message to you in the chat app. He acted like usual back in office, but it does not look like he has any intention to talk about what happen between you two either. • (The problem is you cannot look at him in the eye) • You are troubled if you should initiate the first move. It’s not like you hate him, you never did in the first place, it’s just he annoys you sometimes. • Then you overheard ONF member having small talk with colleagues, and they ask about his Valentine’s Day. He only replies it was an unforgettable night and he is glad that he is able to meet his girlfriend, it was better than never meeting her at all.

1-11 • From his words, you gain a bit of courage and decided to make your first move. • The next day you arrived at the office earlier than usual, you take out something from you bag and places small gift box on ONF member’s desk. The small box has a memo attached to it. • You hurried back to your desk, acted as if nothing happened while the office starts have more and more colleagues coming in. ONF member arrives later on and he greets you before heading in his room. • You take some quick glances, making sure ONF member notices your belated Valentine’s day gift. • He did noticed and read the memo you attached, then he made a confused look but he adjusts his facial expression immediately as he sees you stood up from your place. • You head to his office room to brief his morning schedule. Like usual, you step into his room, closes the door and starts the briefing. ONF member stares at you with a puzzled expression while sitting on his chair. • Once you done your part and you ask him if he has any schedules to add into the list, he places the gift box into your view and pushes it towards you. • “What do you mean by this?” he inquires. • “I promised you chocolate for Valentine’s day, sorry I was late.” You purposely answer him the wrong information. “ Don’t worry I made a brand new ones.” • “You know I meant this.” He pulls out the memo has his eyes fixed on you. • The memo wrote, “(ONF member’s ID), Let’s call it off --- (Your ID)” • “That’s how it is.” You tried not to break into a smile, you are getting your revenge and this is fun. “You are the one who said you are fine to call it off if either one of us found someone in real life right?” • ONF member pauses for a moment, his eyes wandering then he admits he did say that. • “Well you found someone in real life, so there is not point for us to continue virtual dating on the app anymore right?” you slightly let out a victorious smirk as you ask him. • ONF member finally gets what you mean and he let out a smile. He puts down the memo and pushes himself up from his chair and walks towards you. • Thankfully the design of his room is made up of walls, once the wooden door is closed; no one knows what happens inside. • “So, you are fine with us dating in real life then?” You can feel his breath as he is only one step away from you. This time you are not going to back away and you look at him straight in the eyes. • “I will need to adjust a bit. You have a problem with me being your girlfriend?” you reply with him with another question. • ONF member unconsciously let out another smile, he quickly hides it with his hand, “No, not at all…” and those were the words you can hear coming out from him • “That settles it then.” You widen your grin towards him before turning around ready to leave his office. • But you are being pulled back by a pair of arms. Your back come contact to his chest area. He is hugging you from behind you. • “Seriously, I don’t get you.” He low key complains. “I thought you are going to hate me for real this time.” • “I was going to, you did not texted me and you acting like nothing happened after that night.” You pout as you explain to him. “I thought I have ended my career the moment you told me who you are. And who would have thought a decent CEO would date someone randomly they met in a online chatting app?” • “I am sorry; I thought leaving you unbothered for some time so that you don’t get stressed out.” You could tell from his tone he does feel apologetic. He never sounds like that before during work.

• "But I am dead serious on trying to start a proper relationship with you that’s why I suggested for us to meet up.” he continues. “Glad you felt the same.”

• You freed yourself from his hug and turn to him. • “Now listen, (ONF member’s name), as we are professionals, I do hope you understand that there is a clear line between work and private life.” You remind him. “Just because we are dating now, does not mean that I am going to let you off easily if you messed up during work, ok?.” • “Man, I don’t think I will ever win you huh?” ONF member only look at you affectionately and continues, “As you wish, my beloved assistant/secretary.”

A/N : the concludes for this oneshot headcanon fic should there are more ideas I might write a continuation about this pair for a part 2. Also thinking of linking the universe with MInkyun Florist AU, just a maybe.

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louhazpride · 5 years ago

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hey Pai!! how are you? still thinking about Hate To Smoke, and i'm kinda fascinated to know what other people's writing processes are, so i'd love to know more about your whole experience writing it, if you want 💕

Hi E! I’m doing great! Well, if you don’t take into consideration that I’ve been reading instead of studying today 🙃 Ask me tomorrow and I’ll probably be hating myself haha

I’d love to tell you about my writing process! I’ve added it under the break, so it doesn’t clog up the dashboard!

My writing process is a little different for each fic, but for the most part, I always try to plan what I am going to write. Writing without a plan is almost invitation for disaster for me. I would never actually finish the fic or I’d go in a million different directions.

For Hate to Smoke, I started out writing the first scene in mid-March. After that, I wasn’t really inspired to write on it so I added it to my WIP folder. I didn’t actually think I’d ever finish it. In June, I posted the teaser to see if people would be interested in reading it, and I was pleasantly surprised!

I spent about a week just trying to outline and I wrote the scenes out of order based on what I was inspired by.

The laser tag scene was originally meant for a different fic, but I felt that it fit perfectly with their banter and it gave a great setup for the ending.

The first draft was ~7K words, and the scene of Harry bumping into Louis on the stairs was never part of the original fic. You can thank @deludedandlostcause for her help brainstorming how to make that happen 😂 Also Louis hiding under the bed was a last-minute addition after I received feedback from my first beta.

I honestly have no idea where the other 6K words came from. I’m still shocked at how long it ended up being. But overall, I realized that I love having people to brainstorm with. It makes the whole writing process easier when I can bounce ideas off of someone else.

#If you ever need someone to bounce ideas off of I'd be happy to help #quelsentiment #fictalk

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seeaddywrite · 6 years ago

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bitch i’m a monster [Part III]

if you haven’t read Part I and Part II, i would not suggest starting here!

A/N: this part was hard to write, & it got really long? it’s almost 6k of biting, talking, & denial, with some angst on Michael’s end thrown in for fun. the last part is much more light-hearted, & will end happily. don’t believe me? i don’t blame you. i’ve lied to you twice now about how long the damn thing is going to be, but the next part really is the finale!

major thanks to @soberqueerinthewild for listening to me bitch & moan over this section, coming up with the brilliant idea that the last part centers around, & reading over the first three drafts of this section. (why does she put up with me? the world will never know.)

warnings for biting, blood drinking, somewhat graphic descriptions of blood & pretty obvious references to sex, though it is not explicit. also, yes, self-indulgence & ridiculousness abound.

To Alex, it’s as if the world freezes in the next moment.

The hunger is still there, clawing at his insides, but it seems less all-consuming than it had a moment ago. It’s shock, maybe — Alex certainly feels numb enough, and the ringing in his ears and disconnect from his own body are the same symptoms he woke up to when he’d lost his leg. And really, it makes sense. This is impossible. Michael, sitting cross-legged in front of him, staring back evenly into the vampire’s eyes that Alex couldn’t conceal any longer. Their knees are touching, now that Alex has shoved himself back into a sitting position, and Michael’s got a hold of both his hands as if he’s afraid Alex will be the one to leave since he’s refused. If they’d been wearing less clothing and not trapped in the middle of the desert, it would be a scene straight out of Alex’s fantasies, and it doesn’t make any goddamn sense.

He’s known since Sebastian did this to him that Michael couldn’t ever find out, that no one could ever find out, could ever be involved in this part of Alex’s world. Every time Alex had succumbed to a moment of weakness and allowed Michael to get closer, his imagination had conjured images of the disgust, the horror, that would paint his face if he ever saw Alex like this. He’d convinced himself that keeping Michael far, far away from his darker self was the only way to keep him safe, and now that it’s all ruined, Alex has no idea what he’s supposed to do next — especially since at this moment, it feels like he’s smothering in his own skin and the only available source of oxygen is the blood flowing through Michael’s veins.

“Alex, breathe.” Calloused hands release Alex’s, only to take hold of his shoulders and shake. The motion is gentle, but it’s enough to make him realize that while he hadn’t been registering the pain, it had still taken hold. His entire body had seized, his muscles tensed, and at some point, he’d stopped breathing. So he lets the air out of his lungs in a sharp exhale and shoves Michael back, putting at least a few inches between his body and Alex’s teeth. He can smell it now, the blood, and his baser self is locked on that scent like a shark would be on bleeding prey in open water. It doesn’t matter that Michael has no open wounds, that Alex shouldn’t be able to smell blood contained by skin. But the fragile barrier is nothing to his supernatural senses. It would take less than an instant for Alex to rend that flesh and have living blood in his mouth, flowing through his veins —

And fuck, apparently a few inches of space isn’t enough to get that scent out of his nose. Alex clenches his jaw and closes his lips, less to hide the fangs that Guerin’s already seen and more to put an added layer of pathetic protection between them and Michael’s fragile body.

“Why can’t you ever just listen?” Alex demands, though the words emerge as more of a ragged sob than the accusation he wants them to be. “Fuck, Guerin, would it kill you to just follow an order once in your life?” Like the onset of the attacks, the release is unpredictable. Alex’s muscles suddenly unclench, and he slumps forward, elbows on his knees and shoulders hunched as he struggles to catch his breath while he can.

“This time, I think it would have killed you,” Michael says tersely, and when Alex lifts his aching head to look at him, he actually has the gall to look angry. Alex is trying to protect him, to get him to see reason and run for once in his damned life while his entire body screams at him to do otherwise, and Michael’s pissed? Unbelievable.

“You do realize you just basically had a seizure or something, right?” Michael continues, his voice unyielding. “While we’re god knows how far from help?”

Alex’s laugh is bitter and inappropriate, but he can’t help it. “Help? Christ, Guerin, look at me.” He lifts his chin and forces his lips apart so that his fangs are on display. He knows all too well what he looks like — predatory. Inhuman. Monstrous. He holds the position for as long as he can stand, letting Michael see everything he’s so painstakingly hidden for the last several years. Every wall he’s put in place to keep himself safely hidden away is gone, and Alex is left feeling exposed and vulnerable and off-kilter, and he’s not ashamed to admit that his temper is short. “What the hell do you think a hospital can do for me? I’m a vampire, Michael. I can’t go to a doctor any more than you can. They don’t exactly give the kind of blood transfusions I need.”

“Right.” Michael is quiet for a moment, and Alex uses the respite to duck his head, chin to chest, and tries to figure out his next move. If Michael won’t leave him, the next logical solution is for Alex to leave — but he’s not optimistic about his ability to even stand, right now, let alone move fast enough that Michael won’t be able to keep up with him. Under normal circumstances, he could run faster than the human (or alien) eye could track; he could get back to Roswell in five minutes and this entire nightmare would be over. But somehow, Jesse Manes has enough information on vampires to know what constant exposure to sunlight does to Alex. He has enough data to organize the perfect trap for Alex and Michael — and as long as they make it out of this damned desert alive, Alex is going to find out how, exactly, his father knows all of it, and he’s going to make damn sure this never happens again. With his teeth, if necessary.

“For god’s sake, this is ridiculous,” Michael says suddenly, and Alex’s head jolts upright in surprise. Concerned, dark eyes find Alex’s and he finds himself relaxing fractionally at the warmth that has never quite dissipated from that familiar gaze, no matter how bad things have gotten between them. Even now, with his vampiric features on full display, that hasn’t changed — and the desperate hope that flares to life in Alex’s chest at the realization hurts more than hunger ever could.

“Here.” The decisive tone pulls his attention back to Michael, but before Alex can snap that he really needs to stop fucking talking long enough for Alex to get his inner beast back on a leash, there’s a pale wrist thrust in front of his face, a spiderwebbing of bluish veins immediately drawing the laser-focus of his enhanced vision. The world around him blurs alarmingly, and when it rights itself, Alex’s lips are brushing Michael’s skin. The fingers of one treacherously strong hand are wrapped around Guerin’s wrist, the others around his elbow, and Alex knows his grip is too tight, that he’s pressing finger-print shaped bruises onto the otherwise unmarred canvas of Michael’s skin. But Alex is hanging onto control by his fingernails, and all of his energy is dedicated to keeping his lips tucked over his fangs — he can’t even pull his face away, let alone release the death grip he has on Michael’s arm.

“Come on, man, just do it.” Impatience colors Michael’s order, and Alex stops breathing entirely, fury at Michael’s lack of self-preservation momentarily eclipsing everything else. “This is all because you’re hungry, right? All the pain, and the seizures, and the uh, teeth?” The hesitance around that word is understandable, and Alex is in enough physical pain that he barely feels the sting of it. “So dig in. I’m an all-you-can-eat alien buffet.”

Alex exhales raggedly and summons every iota of strength he’s got left to sit back. His fingers are still digging into Michael’s arm, and he can feel the tips of his fangs scoring his own lips, but he’s not about to sink them into Michael, so Alex considers it a win. “This isn’t a joke, Guerin,” he grinds out through a clenched jaw.

Michael snorts. “You sure? Kind’ve sounds like one, if you think about it. ‘An alien and a vampire are trapped in the desert . . .’”

For a moment, Alex just stares at the smug, teasing smirk on Michael’s face, rendered utterly speechless by the cavalier attitude toward something that could cost him his goddamned life. It lasts for a moment before Alex’s patience abruptly snaps. He snarls, fangs bared, and lunges forward, tackling Michael to the ground in a blur of movement he’d believed himself incapable of only a few moments prior. It’s all too easy to pin Michael’s bulk to the sun-baked dirt with his body; Alex grips strong wrists and forces them to to the ground as he settles his weight against Michael’s thighs. Short of a miraculous disappearance of the pollen still coating his curls, there’s no way Michael can move unless Alex allows it — and he’s not feeling particularly magnanimous at the moment.

“There’s a rock in my kidney now, thanks,” Guerin gripes breathlessly, the air knocked from his lungs by the impact of his fall. His muscles go lax, head lolling to one side as he looks up into Alex’s furious face expectantly. He makes no effort to fight back; instead, Michael just waits, neck vulnerable and exposed by this new position, and Alex wants to shake him for not realizing the danger he’s inviting.

“I could kill you, and you’re cracking jokes!” he hisses, mouth dangerously close to a major artery as he bends inward, letting the tips of his fangs slide over the shell of Michael’s ear. Finally, the steady, thudding rhythm of Michael’s heartbeat accelerates as Alex pushes him further into the desert floor, and if he wasn’t so damn hungry, so determined to make his fucking point, it would be enough to stop him. Fear isn’t an emotion he ever wants to inspire in Michael, and every human instinct he has screams for Alex to stop, to pull away and tell Michael to start running -- but they’re past that point, now, if it was ever even really an option.

“You don’t know what you’re risking right now, Guerin. If you had any idea how much I want to hold you down like this and tear into your fucking throat, you wouldn’t be laughing!” He wants to sound angry. He wants Michael to hear the threat inherent in those words, to understand that Alex would never have let his fangs drop if he were in any kind of control, and that every second they play this game is sending him hurtling closer to the edge of a cliff that he won’t be able to avoiding falling from. Nonetheless, the words emerge as more of a desperate croak, and he has to drop his forehead to Michael’s chest to ride out another wave of agony as his body reminds him that he’s only inches from ending it.

His fingers spasm and his grip fails, but instead of pulling away, Michael just lifts one hand to cup the back of Alex’s head, repositioning them both so that Alex’s face rests in the cradle of Michael’s neck and shoulder. “If you were really out of control, you would’ve done it already,” he says quietly, and Alex can feel the words rumble through his chest where they’re pressed together. “And I trust you.” There are gentle fingers sliding through Alex’s hair, caressing the back of his head, and the soft gesture is in such fierce juxtaposition with the pain raging through his body that he’s not quite sure what to make of it.

“C’mon, Alex, just let me take care of you this time, huh?” Michael continues to cajole, his voice low and calm, almost hypnotizing, and Alex struggles to remember why biting him would be such a bad idea. He’s still on top of Michael, chest-to-chest, his face tucked into the other man’s neck, and Michael sounds so damn certain that this is the right thing to do, that it would be okay —

Alex trembles, but gives in.

There are no other options anymore; Michael isn’t going anywhere, and Alex doubts he would be able to let him, even if he wanted to. And God help him, but he’s so hungry. “Two minutes,” he rasps. “Count it out, and if I don’t stop by the time you’re done, yank my hair and make me,” he murmurs against Michael’s skin, wishing that he had the ambition to lift his head and impress the importance of such a request on this man that means so much to him. But the energy that movement would take is too much, and Alex finds himself slumping completely into Michael instead, nuzzling against his neck entirely on instinct. “Don’t let me hurt you, Michael,” he manages, though the quiet plea is barely understandable around his fangs.

And then, before logic can beat out need and instinct, before Michael can even take a breath to respond, Alex sinks his fangs into the artery pulsing just beneath his nose.

As soon as the first drop of blood hits Alex’s tongue, any semblance of rational thought ceases to exist. He’s euphoric with the sudden lack of pain, giddy with relief and the taste of something forbidden, and Michael’s hand is still on the back of his head, cradling him as he drinks like he’s something precious. In that moment, negativity and fear flee, and Alex is in no hurry for them to return. He’s never taken blood straight from the source before, is accustomed to refrigerated, congealing goop that barely sates the hunger and leaves him cold and wanting, but able to function as human.

Michael’s blood, though, is alive. It’s hot and addictive as it drips into Alex’s mouth and turns to raw energy in his veins. Drinking it is like shoving his finger in an electrical socket and seems to create a current over his skin, cranking every nerve receptor up to ten and hyper-sensitizing his entire body. In the rush, Alex forgets to drink, reveling in pure sensation. For the first time in three long years, Alex feels like more than a reanimated corpse going through the motions of life. He feels whole, real, and he never wants to go back.

A trickle of blood distracts him as it escapes his lips and trails down damp, sunburnt skin. Alex chases it, licking a long stripe up the tendon beneath Michael’s ear before sealing his mouth back over the wound he’d made. Michael shivers beneath him, shifting restlessly, and Alex uses some of his rapidly burgeoning strength to pin him again. Inhuman heat emanates from Michael’s body, soaking through the thin cotton of Alex’s shirt and into his chest, and he presses impossibly closer, his entire body canting into Michael’s. Raw pleasure shoots up his spine as the evidence of his desire presses hard into Michael’s thigh, and Alex is too far gone to be embarrassed. He repeats the movement, a slow roll of his hips, and all but purrs when Michael responds with a cut off groan.

The low, throaty chuckle that echoes from Michael’s chest resonates through Alex’s as well due to their proximity, and he focuses for a moment, trying to unscramble his brain without disengaging from the source of his newfound energy. With the monster in his head sated by the promise of blood, it’s easier to do, and he abruptly realizes that Michael’s talking to him, murmuring something every time it seems like Alex is going to stop or pull away. The words are lost in the flood of arousal and that overwhelming energy still buzzing through his body, but Alex can hear his voice. He’s always associated that low, lust-rough rumble with contentment, with safety, and the warm embrace cocooning him does nothing to erase that feeling. Instead, it sends the same message to Alex’s subconscious as always: he’s safe. He’s loved. He’s wanted. He’s allowed to have this.

He turns his attention back to the task at hand and drinks from the wound he’d made in slow, careful pulls, savoring every drop of blood as it slides down his throat. Each sip stokes the fire growing low in his stomach, and every shiver or shudder from Michael only encourages Alex on — he’s lost track of anything resembling time, knows only hunger and desire and the pursuit of more. The world outside is lost in a sea of pleasure, and some part of Alex knows that this could be the last time he gets to have Michael this way, the last time he’ll be allowed to touch him, and the rest of him responds with a frightening desperation.

Then, all too soon, Michael’s tugging gently on his hair, trying to get his attention, and Alex honest-to-god whines when he’s forced to disengage his fangs and look up into Michael’s flushed face. Hunger is still a low, non-exigent buzz beneath his skin, but it’s melded so completely with arousal and energy that Alex can’t separate it any longer. His lips are wet with blood, his features still twisted into a predatory visage, but Michael is smirking at him like he hasn’t noticed, and Alex can’t help but smile back. His humanity is a distant thing, present, but walled off by instinct and want, and he’s in no hurry to let it shackle him back to self-loathing and guilt.

“That was two minutes,” Michael says while his fingers trail over Alex’s temple and down his cheek. The touch is careful over the blown, black veins around his eyes, but he doesn’t shy away from them. Alex pushes into the touch, letting it soothe the need still burning through his veins. “But I’m not dizzy or anything, and you look like you could use a little bit longer.” The scrutiny should bother him, Alex knows distantly — he doesn’t like being fussed over, and it’s not Michael’s job to take care of him. But in that moment, when he wants nothing more than to meld his skin with his lover’s and keep him there, in that moment forever, it feels good to have Michael’s worried eyes on him.

But something in the back of Alex’s mind tells him that Michael’s words are important, that he needs to pay attention. Two minutes? The significance of that time frame escapes Alex, though he knows it should mean something, and he struggles to push through the influx of energy and emotion to piece it together. But Michael isn’t repeating himself, is relaxed and comfortable beneath Alex, so the attempt fails. Alex tilts his head to one side, letting his disinterest in the topic be known, and entertains himself by tracing the features of Michael’s face with a fingertip. He stalls when he hits sun-roughened lips, and leans in to press his mouth against them, fangs and all. In this state, Alex is a creature of simple pleasures, and in that moment, all he wants is to kiss Michael.

There’s no resistance. Michael’s lips part under Alex’s insistent tongue easily, and they get lost in the give and take of kissing and roaming hands. There’s a voice in the back of Alex’s head reminding him that they’re trapped out here, that his father’s trying to kill them, and that lying in the sand is hardly the right place for any of this, but he ignores it. This is what he’s wanted for years, forever, and finally, he’s able to separate himself from stupid, human worries and take it. So he grinds his hips down into Michael’s, chasing sensation and that connection with someone he loves, and makes no effort to hold himself back. His hands slide beneath Michael’s shirt, palms sweeping over the expanse of sweat-tacky skin and muscle, and Alex moans openly when Michael shifts, pressing his thigh up at just the right angle to send sparks dancing along Alex’s spine.

And for a while, it’s just the two of them lost in a fog of touch and desire. It’s all so familiar and easy, like sliding on an old, comfortable flannel after losing it for years, and Alex can’t quite believe that they’re here again, together and connected in a way that he thought was lost for good. But eventually, Michael has to breathe; Alex can feel him panting raggedly against his mouth and pulls away to give him the chance, even as his body clamors for more.

He repositions himself carefully across Michael’s chest, tucking his cheek against one shoulder, nearest the puncture marks from his last bite, and busies himself with lapping at the weeping wound. Blood has left stains on Michael’s skin and pooled in the divot of his collarbone, and Michael huffs in surprise when Alex’s tongue meets the sensitive area impatiently. The taste isn’t as good now that the blood’s been able to cool, but Alex isn’t picky — and he knows that Michael won’t mind if he bites him again. He’d basically invited it, hadn’t he?

“So, Anne Rice got the whole blood and sex thing right, huh?” Michael teases, once he’s gotten his breath back. “I guess fiction’s gotta get a lucky guess once in a while … but I’m yet to see the alien movie that gets it right.”

Alex freezes, humanity returning all too quickly with a flood of embarrassment. He doesn’t know exactly why, but something in that good-natured joke reminds him that this isn’t normal. That he’s spent the last fifteen minutes out of his mind and rutting up against his ex’s thigh like a horny teenager — and the worst part is that even now, with his entire body frozen in mortification, he’s still straddling Michael’s legs with an impossible to miss hard-on.

“I always thought it was a little unfair, you know? Vampires and werewolves were sexy, and aliens got turned into little green men who get hauled off and dissected in every fucking movie. But I guess I’ll have to let that one go if it’s actually true, huh?” Michael’s rambling, and Alex wonders if it’s because he’s realized that reality has crept back up on Alex, and is trying to help. But even the familiar teasing timbre of Guerin’s voice isn’t enough to ease Alex’s discomfiture.

“But seriously, do you get hard every time you bite someone, or am I just special?”

If Alex had been paying attention, he would’ve noticed the note of vulnerability in Michael’s voice as he asked the question. As it is, he’s too swamped with mortification and immediate protest to even wonder why Guerin’s asking. “No!” he bursts out, rolling away from the comforting warmth of Michael’s chest to put six feet of desert between them before he sinks back to the ground and wraps his arms around drawn-up knees. It’s not a reaction he’s proud of; small and vulnerable isn’t a role he adopts often, especially in the middle of a life or death situation. But today has been such a riot of emotion that Alex is exhausted, and the fact that he still has to actively work to think more like a human than an animal is wearing at his last reserves. Besides, at this point, Michael’s seen him screaming and seizing in pain, has touched every inch of his scarred flesh, and didn’t hit him when Alex sunk fangs into his neck — there’s not much Alex can do to make himself more vulnerable than that.

Even while stewing in self-pity, it’s easy to hear Michael get up, and his footfalls on the sand are far from silent. Alex tracks him as he gets closer and is intimately aware when he flops down next to him, heedless of Alex’s deep and abiding desire to put miles between them. He’s silent, obviously correctly interpreting the rigid set of Alex’s spine and the tension in his coiled muscles as a desperate need for time to pull himself together. Alex allows the silence to linger for a while, long enough that it starts to feel tense, before admitting, “I don’t bite people, Guerin. Ever. I didn’t know it would be like that. Or I wouldn’t have —” That’s not entirely true. Alex is fairly sure he would have; he’d been perilously close to losing control. So he cuts himself off, then corrects the statement: “I would’ve warned you.” He swallows, staring out at the horizon to avoid looking at Michael. “I’m sorry.”

Alex blames his positioning on why he jumps at the hand on his back; it’s impossible to have been expecting that when he’s got himself convinced that Michael’s going to run off and put as much space between them as possible. It’s what he would do, in the same situation -- alien is one thing. Vampire, though? Dependent, and turned on by, blood? Who the fuck would want that in their lives?

“Whoa, hey, it’s just me,” Michael promises, and the hand on his shoulder slides down Alex’s spine in an achingly familiar caress. The simple touch brings back so many memories of their time together; the other man has always been overly tactile with Alex, likely because he never got much in the way of physical affection himself. But whatever the reason, Michael’s never been afraid to reach out -- and the fact that he’s doing it even now, with his own blood staining Alex’s lips, is enough to make Alex tremble. He relaxes incrementally — it’s impossible not to, with Michael’s warmth at his side and against his back — and exhales on a slow sigh.

“Look, I have about a million questions, especially about how it’s possible for you to have never bitten anyone else before,” Michael says, after a moment of fidgeting alongside Alex. He’s clearly been trying to figure out the right way to say something — he always taps the fingers of his good hand on his knee in introspective moments, and Alex has known him too long to miss the signs. Internally, he groans. He doesn’t want to talk about any of this, doesn’t want to get into the limited understanding he has of vampirism or the sad story that led him there. But he owes Michael explanations, especially now, so Alex sits up straight and nods, bracing himself.

“ — but right now, I just really want to know if you got enough.” Whiskey-colored eyes scan Alex’s body, like Michael could see the symptoms of hunger if he looked closely enough, and the only response Alex can manage is a cracked, disbelieving laugh that borders on hysteria.

“You’re worried I didn’t drink enough of your blood?” he asks incredulously, once he’s regained some semblance of composure. “I pinned you down, bit you, basically molested you, and —”

“Oh, come on, Alex,” Michael interrupts with a derisive snort. “You didn’t molest me. In case you’ve forgotten, you’re the only reason we’re not still having sex on a regular basis. As far as I’m concerned, you can touch me whenever and however you want.” Michael swallows, then adds, “Believe me, man, I wanted that just as much as your vampire hindbrain did. I guess I should’ve known you didn’t really want it, though.” He huffs, a bitter, self-recriminating noise. “The power of wishful thinking, huh? For a minute there, I really thought you did.”

They’re shit at talking and always have been, but Michael’s so much better at openness than Alex. He’s got no problem putting his heart out there to get broken and has given all of his secrets to Alex with an enviable ease, but returning that openness seems all but impossible, no matter how wrong Michael is. So Alex is silent, instead, and uses the time to blink away his more predatory features.

His face shifts back to human, and when he looks up at Michael next, the other man is clearly hurt by his silence and trying to hide it with irritation. “Fine. You don’t want to talk about that? Answer my damn question. Was it enough, or are you going to have another seizure in twenty minutes?”

Frustration is rough in the words, and forces himself to lift his chin to meet Michael’s gaze head-on with a cool expression of his own. It’s not ideal, but Alex doesn’t know how to give away these pieces of himself without putting up some sort of wall between them. Once he starts giving Michael that access, there won’t be any locking him out again, and Alex is terrified of what that might mean. “I don’t know,” he answers quietly, the words starkly honest. “I’ve never been in this situation before, Guerin. I only ever drink blood from a bag, and I don’t usually make a habit of spending hours in the sun. I’ve always been careful to feed on a schedule, so I don’t lose control, so this —” he hesitates, picking at the fabric of his pants distractedly. “I just don’t know, okay?”

Michael frowns. The expression isn’t unhappy; it’s the same frown Michael wears when presented with a unique puzzle, like a difficult physics problem or a philosophical hypothetical like the ones Max is so fond of throwing out for discussion. “What difference does the sun make?” he asks finally, every inch a scientist adjusting an equation for variables.

So Alex explains what he knows about how the sun affects his blood consumption, tripping over some of the words. Besides the one-sided conversation with Sebastian right after his transformation, Alex has never had anyone to talk about these things with. It’s all been locked up in his head, hidden beneath the self-loathing he felt every time he was confronted with the reality of vampirism. It’s a relief to finally be able to say the words aloud, despite the awkward situation, and it gets easier the longer he speaks.

“Okay, so, the longer we’re in the sun the worse it’s going to get,” Michael summarizes succinctly. “Considering we’re in the middle of the desert, I think we’ve got to assume you’re going to keep burning energy pretty quickly.” He pauses to wipe sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, and Alex tracks the motion with his eyes, unable to stop watching Michael — as always. “So, how much blood do you normally drink at once? If you’re following your schedule? And how often?”

Alex blanches at the frank nature of the question. Talking about the science behind vampirism is one thing — admitting to the more personal aspects is harder. He still hasn’t forgotten that less than half an hour ago, he was fangs-deep in Michael’s neck and rutting against him without any care for propriety, and this topic is coming dangerously close to touching that one. But he answers, as shortly as possible. “The bags say 300 millimeters on them. I drink three every day, at normal meal times — about six hours apart. If I push it past six, I start to notice how hungry I am, and I’ve never gone longer than seven.” He winces. “Until today, anyway.”

Most people, Alex thinks, would have a hard time believing that he doesn’t have all the information about what he is. He’d made the same assumptions about Alex, after all, and knows Liz did too, after Max revealed his heritage to her. It’s a natural response, to assume that when someone admits that they’re a different species that they know their own biology, at the very least. But Michael knows better. He understands what it’s like to be something other than human and be left with more questions than answers. He knows exactly how it feels to lack control over parts of himself, and have no idea why. So he doesn’t demand anything, doesn’t look at Alex like he’s an idiot. He just nods and adds the limited knowledge to whatever equation he’s putting together in his mind.

“So you normally have 900 millilitres of blood a day, and today you’ve had — what, maybe fifty? You spent more time apologizing than you did actually drinking anything.” There’s the barest insinuation of an accusation in the statement, and Alex finds himself giving Guerin a flat look in response. “And we’re trapped in the middle of the desert, so whatever you did actually have will be burned off in an hour or so, according to that math. I’m not liking those odds, Manes.”

Alex sighs and rubs at his face. He’s more than ready to stop discussing his feeding habits, and vampirism at all — not that he thinks he’s going to get out of it. Michael’s going to have more questions, of course, and Alex owes him the answers. And it’s not even that Michael’s being overly personal about his inquiries; he’s being entirely professional, treating everything as more of a scientific hypothesis than anything else.

But maybe that’s the problem. Alex doesn’t want to be a science experiment to Michael, nor a problem to solve. He wants everything between them to be personal, and always has. Being able to open up to someone about vampirism, about all the things he doesn’t know and all of his fears and uncertainties is simultaneously terrifying and alluring, and Alex wants Michael to be that person. But instead, he’s treating him as clinically as any doctor Alex has ever seen.

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that?” Michael announces, folding his arms over his chest and glaring balefully at Alex when he only lapses into silence once again. It seems the safest option, considering he’s been far more open and honest about himself than he can ever remember being before.

“Just bite me again. You know you’re not going to lose your shit and kill me this time, and losing 300 mL of blood isn’t enough to hurt someone with my body mass. It’ll be fine, and then we can actually move onto figuring out how to get back to town instead of worrying about how long we have before you start screaming again.” He’s completely matter-of-fact as he speaks, and doesn’t let Alex even get a word in edgewise before pressing his body closer and tipping his head to one side, revealing the two careful puncture marks Alex made earlier. The motion tugs at the skin, and fresh blood wells at the site, making the monster in Alex’s chest snarl with want.

Instinct intervenes, and Alex’s fangs slide from his gums. His entire body thrills at the acrid scent in the air, and he’s tipping his head forward before he catches himself. “Damn it, Guerin,” he mutters, closing his eyes deliberately.

“What if I —”

“What if you actually relax and let me take care of you?” Michael interjects. “Yeah, that’d be a real fucking shame, wouldn’t it?” The bitterness is harder to ignore now, and it hurts in a visceral way that leaves Alex aching to prove Michael wrong. “I told you. You’re not going to do anything I don’t want. You stopped when I told you to before, even when you were out of it, so I’m not worried. So just — do it and stop arguing, for fuck’s sake.”

God help him, after a few moments of vacillation, Alex does. And this time, when he’s overtaken by the rush of endorphins and energy, he doesn’t even try stop his hand from wandering down the front of Michael’s jeans.

#my fic #vampire au #bitch i'm a monster #part iii #malex fic

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Under Fire - Pt 17

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Title: Under Fire Word Count: 6K Rating: M Genre: Gang AU/ Mafia AU, Drama, Slow Burn Romance Warnings: Violence Pairings: Hyung Line x Reader (Primarily Namjoon x Reader), very slight OT7 x Reader. Pairings (in this chapter): Namjoon x Reader, Jin x Reader, J-Hope x Reader, Jimin x Reader

Summary: As a child you lived among the most wealthy and powerful, after the death of your mother you were shipped off to stay with her sister. Even after finishing your education you continue to live apart from the elite, but a visit home creates an unexpected disaster. You are suddenly roped into a darker world, and who better to be your guide than the infamous gang known as BTS.

Chapter 17 - When a Boy Meets Evil

POV Y/N

You stand outside of the library, hand hovering over the knob willing yourself to go in. Trying to assure yourself that you won’t see your father sitting there, tied to his chair, surrounded by pool of blood. The thoughts may be irrational, but the image still doesn’t leave your mind.

Your other hand holds on to the drafted bill that will be going before the assembly. With the foundation still closed and under investigation, Jin had redirected the legal team to work on this. You’ve been trying to familiarize yourself with the document for the past week. The legal jargon was easily solved by quick internet searches, but the obscure court cases used to build the claim were proving difficult to find online. Your father’s law books carry transcripts of many of these proceedings but of course he keeps those in the library, bringing you to your current predicament.

You begin to shiver in the hall, you had forgotten how cold this house can be in the winter. The rooms always warm up quickly but the halls remain frigid. You finally convince yourself that you will go in, grab what you need, and then retreat back to the warmth of the server room. There’s no need to linger once you have the materials. With a deep breath, your fingertips brush the handle, the metal begins to turn, but not from your touch.

Jin throws the door open from the other side, not looking where he’s going he runs into you while making a hasty exit.

“(Y/N)?” He steadies you with a grip on your shoulders. You spot a black envelope in his hand, seeing your direction of sight he quickly tucks it away before returning to his hold to you. “Sorry.” He looks at you and back at the library in confusion, your behaviour in avoiding this room still known to him. “Were you looking for me?”

You hold up the bill, “No, I just need to look up a few things.” He looks back to the door with a slight grimace, and then his watch. “I have to run or I’d give you a hand... are you still good for tomorrow morning?”

“Yeah, hopefully I should be ready by then.”

He leans down to give you a swift kiss to the cheek and a few more words before departing. “You’ll be fine, this will speak for itself we just need to get it into their hands.”

You slowly edge into the library. The fireplace is still lit which you find odd, Jin wouldn’t have left it unattended. You look over to the shelves at the opposite end pinpointing the legal section from a distance. Once you reach the correct row that’s when you spot him, sitting on the floor with his head buried in a book, taking notes on a sheet next to him. Your father’s ring glints in the light as his pen scratches the paper.

You’ve only seen Namjoon in passing since the night of the accords, that was two weeks ago. You thought that he might be avoiding you, finding him in here confirms your suspicions.

As you approach he speaks up. “Jin I told you I’m not taking it off the table, we’ll discuss it later with everyone.”

Namjoon peers over his book making a small sound when he realizes it’s you he’s addressed instead. You feel bad for encroaching on his space. You find it difficult to be in his presence, if he is going to this extent to stay away from you, you can only assume he feels the same.

“Sorry, Jin didn’t say that anyone else was in here. I can go if I’ll get in your way.” Why didn’t he warn you Namjoon was in here? You could have prepared yourself better than the stuttering mess that you are now.

“No it’s fine.” His tone is low his eyes turn back to then book. You begin to search the shelves next to him, pausing when he addresses you again, “That night... you didn’t come back down.”

“No. I wasn’t really in the mood after what had happened. I wanted to think a couple things through.”

“In Suga’s room?”

You know that Namjoon had come looking for you. Suga accidentally woke you that evening when returning to bed. He had sent Namjoon away with the understanding that you didn’t want to see him. You didn’t expect Namjoon to bring it up though, as if he’s jealous of Suga.

You turn back to look at him, “Yes in Suga’s room. I was upset Namjoon, forgive me for not wanting to be completely alone in that moment.”

Namjoon clenches the book in his hand. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I upset you I didn’t intend for that to happen. It’s better this way, I’ll hurt less now than if we carried on and I disappoint you in the future.”

You find that hard to imagine, the thought of being in more pain. “My intention was to let you know what I needed that night. I didn’t want to push you away, I wanted you to try. Loneliness hurts more... remember?”

“Do you truly want that? Do you want me to lie and say that I can be better when history tells me I can’t? No, I’d rather have you hate me now than loathe me forever. I don’t want you to be alone either, but please just be careful. Be careful with Suga, he might not be as unattached from the situation as you think.”

“Even he is, he’s not one to let his feelings cloud his judgement. He’s not afraid to let me take part.” Suga has spent most of his time with you over the past couple of weeks. He would distract you with new skills to learn taking you to the shooting range and getting you to perform the calculations required to take an accurate shot. He may be keeping you close but he has barely touched you since that night. His number one priority it seems, is making sure you can defend yourself.

“Not in ways that you’ve seen. I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“The only person doing that right now is you. Suga is trying to help me so please just let him.”

You take a step away from Namjoon, as you put an end to the conversation. You go back to searching the shelves pulling several books off and adding to your reference pile. Every now and then from the corner of your eye you can see Namjoon look over to you, eyes reaching over the pages of his book.

Eventually he gets up and approaches you this time. “If you’re looking for the case files you’ll need this too.” He hands you the tome that he was reading but the slip of paper he was taking notes on is nowhere in sight. “Good luck tomorrow. I’ll be meeting with the others but... I hope you know, that you can always call if you need me. That will never change.”

A short thank you is all you can manage to convey. You watch as he slowly saunters away leaving alone in the library, you last five more minutes before deciding to withdraw from the room too. Without Namjoon to distract you the memories of this place come to the forefront of your mind once again. Taking your stack you exit after dousing the flames.

Hauling the pile back to the warm server room as you had planned, you take a seat on the couch while JK works to gain entrance to the assembly building’s cameras.

Many of the cases focused on the management of drugs distributed by the pharmaceutical branch of Kim’s Company. They had sold medications and conducted trials without proper communication of accurate side effects. They weren’t just covering the drug that could be made into BlackDust, but everything from painkillers to cancer treatments.

The bill is trying to prove the need for government oversight and restrictions on their products including the need to brand the new medication as a narcotic. As the Kim company can not be trusted to place those labels themselves.

Namjoon had been looking through a select volume featuring corporate court cases from 10 to 15 years ago. The most prominent listing was a chemotherapy trial. There were more than 50 defendants lumped together with the same case, all of them suing on the bases of wrongful death on the behalf of a family member.

“JK, is there any reason why Namjoon would be looking into a case from 12 years ago?”

JK continued to look at his screen, you can hear the hesitation in his voice, “No idea maybe he’s looking into new leads.”

“New leads for what?”

“You should ask him.”

“Is it something you don’t know, or that you can’t talk about?”

“For him, it’s something personal.”

...

Jin and Jimin wait for you in the entrance hall the next morning. Jin had reached out to his contacts organizing meetings with the members of the national assembly. While Jimin will be escorting you for security purposes.

The first visit is a bust, with the member of the legislature getting a call for a family emergency.

Your next appointment cancels due to illness. The third cuts your meeting short for an important last minute appointment.

After several more instances like this you know you’re all thinking the same thing, but no one will come out and say it to the officials. With each excuse Jimin’s eyes roll back, while Jin clicks his tongue and tilts his head, the sarcasm in his dismay always very prevalent.

“That’s such a shame.” Jin lightly taunts the assembly member as you leave another office, before leading you to the next. You’re early of course having expected the lasts appointment to have gone on longer. Jin excuses himself to make a phone call while you and Jimin sit on the bench out front. Out of habit you slowly leaf through the document to occupy yourself, trying to quell your anxiety over the prospect that this one will follow the same pattern as all the others.

Jimin angles his shoulder behind yours and shuffles closer. You can slowly feel his hand move across your lower back. He doesn’t make eye contact with you, and to an observer it look like he is keeping watch over a door down the hall. You smile at his attempt to maintain his professional cover, while making sure that your okay.

A secretary comes out of the office you are waiting to enter, but as she runs off to the restroom she leaves the door slightly ajar. You listen closely as two voices carry from the room.

“Shall we go grab some lunch?”

“I can’t I only have a few minutes left before I have to meet with that Park woman.”

‘That Park woman’... you don’t like how that sounds, and neither does Jimin, you watch as he goes rigid in his seat next to you.

“Ah you too? I had a meeting with her today, luckily my secretary was able to cut it short.” You remember the voice as the first member you had met today, the one with the family emergency.

“What did she want?”

“She had a bill to present, one that would raise regulations on pharmaceutical companies. Touching anything of hers thought would be political suicide. The woman has more scandals than a celebrity.”

“I’ve heard. She comes out of nowhere as the sole heir after the death of her father and you’re telling me she had nothing to do with it?”

“Don’t forget the relationship gossip, at first it looked like she was with Kim’s adoptive son but now she’s here with the one that was disinherited? Something just seems off about her.”

You thought that they cancelled out of fear of backlash from your attackers, but instead they banter their news of you as if it’s grade school gossip, this is unexpected. They don’t seem to care about the violence against you, just your reputation and they truly think the worst of it. You try your best to remain calm, confronting them or calling them out will just make the situation worse as it’s you that they dislike.

“I’ll have to figure out a way to cancel on her.”

Jimin gets up from his seat. You grip his arm attempting to hold on knowing, that he intends to interrupt their conversation. But he succeeds in breaking away, and inserts himself through the crack in the door. “No need, Miss Park would like to thank you for following her personal life so closely, but I’m afraid she won’t have time to discuss those matters with you.”

Jimin returns back to you, not even slowing his brisk step for a second as he pulls you from the bench. He doesn’t say another word, just leads you outside. Sending a message on his phone before helping you into the back seat of the car and following you in. With the tinted windows the facade can be dropped, your shoulders slump and you let out a shaky breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that Jimin, I might have been able to change her mind.”

“No, you think I’m going to let you put up with that?”

“This was supposed to be my task. It was the one thing requested of me, and without this step the whole plan will fail. I don’t want to be the reason we fall short of our goal.” The things that the assembly member accused you of are not your fault but at the same time you feel responsible for her opinion of you.

Jimin turns your face to him. “This is not on you. Those things they said, you know they’re not true. There was a miscalculation, someone's been perpetuating the lies. You didn’t let those at the accords walk all over you. Treat these fools with the same force, they’re not so different really. They’ll bend with the right strength.”

Jimin unlocks the doors seeing Jin make his way across the lot.

“I got your message to come out here but why? (Y/N) has a meeting with Rep. Wan in a few minutes.”

“Wan wished to cancel.” Jimin doesn’t explain anything further than that but as Jin glances over to you. You know that he can tell something else must have happened, but thankfully he lets it go. “Good that saves us the bother. I just spoke to RM if they won’t give you the time of day we’ll have to find another way.” He reaches his hand out to Jimin. “Give me the keys I’ll drive.”

...

When you arrive back at the manor you spot Monsta X’s van out front, giving you the slight hope that you can sit in on the rest of their meeting. But once you get inside you see J-Hope storming of out of the sitting room quickly followed by Namjoon. The door is left open allowing you to see several stunned faces inside.

“Hope don’t run off, we need to discuss this as a possibility.”

“What’s the point? You’ve clearly made up your mind, otherwise you wouldn’t have brought it up. I won’t do it RM, I won’t be responsible for giving him anything.”

J-Hope escapes down the corridor leading to the gym, while Namjoon is left speechless. Wonho slowly exits the sitting room to edge his way towards you. “What happened?” you mutter to him and soon as he’s within earshot.

“I don’t know RM had just gotten off the phone with Jin, so we were discussing alternate contact points. Looking for those who could be bought that hadn’t already sided with Kim. RM brought up a man by the name of Cha and J-Hope just lost it. Is he always this on edge?”

Jin cuts in, “No he’s usually the one that stops the fights. If you were discussing Cha though...” Jin pushes your lower back forward, “You should go talk to him, it’s not good for him to be alone when he’s like this.”

“But I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“That might be for the best, he won’t get mad if you bring it up.”

“Coward,” You scoff at him.

“Damn right,” Jin laughs back at you.

You quickly change before entering the matted room finding J-Hope laying into a punching bag with his forceful blows.

“You shouldn’t take our anger out on something that can’t hit back.” You muse, he persists despite your entrance.

“Fine, go find for me RM then.”

“As much as I’d like to see that, I could use the practice.”

“I’m not in the mood to train you right now.”

“Then don’t, fight me instead. Either we fight or we talk it’s your choice.”

“Fire your not far enough in...”

“No, don’t tell me I’m not good enough to even be your punching bag Hope. I’ve had a hell of a day and I need to hit something too.”

“I’m not going to hold back.”

“Good.”

He takes up position opposite you, waiting for you to make the first move. You approach looking for any sign of weakness in his form that you might use to your advantage. He’s left side appears to be open, his back foot half a step too far forward.

As you reach to hit your intended mark he shifts back swiftly, his right arm makes contact, pushing you back mid lunge and sending you to the ground.

You jump up and ready yourself again. He sends you to the floor ten more times. His hits aren’t hard but manipulating you in a way that throws you down letting the floor do most of the work in exhausting you. It seems to be working, he’s barely out of breath and you’re already feeling the bruises.

You’ve been trying to avoid his attacks but that only seems to throw off your balance making it easier for him to knock you over.

This time instead of taking the opening you move to his dominant side. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second as you absorb the hit rather than flinch away. You get the chance land your own punch on his flexed core, but he barely even budges. A quick kick to your legs your down again.

“Better. You need to stop being so impulsive. If your enemy is more skilled they can feint a weakness to draw you in. If it’s too obvious it might be intentional.

You grin back at him, “What happened to not being in the mood for training?”

“You looked too pathetic on the ground.” He scolds, “How could I not take pity on you?”

You glare back at him. “Again,” You order jumping back up.

This time he makes the first move. The onslaught of his attacks is rapid, you can barely keep up. Now that you’ve caught on to his trick he’s changed his style again. You begin to reach the point of exhaustion, but you continue to persist seeing that he too is fading. Every time you get up after taking a hit you see a pained look on his face.

“Fuck, will you just stay down?” He pleads.

“I’ll make you a deal. When you’re ready to tell me what happened I’ll stay down.”

With a flinal sweep of his leg and a shove to your shoulders you land pinned beneath him. His breathing is heavy with sweat dripping down his face.

“I really don’t want to fight you anymore.”

“Then tell me who Cha is.”

He slides down a little before collapsing onto you completely his head now resting on your stomach. “No and good luck getting up this time.”

You laugh at his attempt subdue you. His playfulness doesn’t last long, as he soon goes quiet again. His arms encase your waist pulling you closer, “Please,” he whispers. “Just another minute. Can you let me have this?”

After the night of his nightmare you’ve come to the understanding of how much J-Hope needs the comfort of physical contact to help relax when it comes to his fear. The process of soothing his anger appears to be no different. Giving him that moment of silence, allowing him to rest before you try again. You run your hands through his hair playing with the strands between your fingers. The minutes pass, the lull stretches and he continues to clutch you. You find the embrace comforting, but you worry when you see no change in him.

“I don’t like seeing you like this. If there’s something wrong with RM’s plan I won’t be able to help fix it unless you tell me.” You confide to him softly.

J-Hope lets out a groan of defeat, “You’re too stubborn you know that?” He gives you sigh before caving fully to you request, “Cha is the reason I had to join BTS. I met him when I still went by Jung Hoseok.”

“Wait I know that name. My father, he went to a big sponsored fight featuring you... but I thought you were a street fighter.”

J-Hope nods against you, “I was. Cha was my sponsor, he took me on and brought me up to the competitive level. On one of the biggest fight nights the odds were heavily in my favour, 4 to 1 in fact. You don’t generally see a match that skewed. That night was when Cha asked me to take a fall. He couldn’t bet against me, but his friends could and he had a nice cut negotiated. So he told me to go down in the second round.”

“I had made it all the way there and he expected me to intentionally lose.” You notice his tone shift, becoming more dark as he relives his thoughts in that moment. “He didn’t care that it might ruin my standing. I wanted no part of it. I knocked my opponent out in the first round, and then I ran. My career was over either way, but I wanted to end it on my terms. Not because of his money, not because of his power, it was my talent that brought me to that stage.”

“They came looking for me. I had lost his partners a lot of money and they expected retribution. I had to keep moving, every night I had to sleep in another bed. One evening I was staying at an old friends house who had gone away on vacation.”

J-Hope looks up to you with his chin hovering as he makes eye contact again. “That was when your father found me. I remember seeing him standing alone in front of the door, determined and without fear. He explained that the rest of his men were taking care of some unwanted visitors that had caught up with me. He had seen my fight and one of his members had informed him that I had shown up on several hit lists.”

“He offered me protection, a home, and revenge. I declined at first, I told him that I had no interest in dealing with his kind any more. That I didn’t think that wealth should come with power over others. To my surprise he agreed, but he also explained that sometimes you need someone on the inside to help break the cycle.”

“I take it you haven’t had your chance at revenge yet?”

J-Hope shakes his head “Shortly after I joined Cha ran for a seat in the assembly and he fucking won. Now RM wants to pay him to take on this bill. I won’t do it. I’m sorry Fire but I’ll leave before that happens.”

You nod in agreement trying to figure a way out of the dilemma. J-Hope lowers his head once again, never letting up from his hold on you but his breathing has slowed and he feels significantly calmer.

“What if we don’t pay him, what if we threaten to pay his opposition?”

“The election isn’t until next year, we want to get this bill passed sooner.”

“But he doesn’t know that.”

...

Namjoon isn’t too thrilled with the plan. You join the meeting after you and J-Hope discuss the details.

“I’ve been watching his pattern for a while,” J-Hope explains. “Once a month he goes to the casino alone sitting at a table that’s always reserved just for him, his usual date is three days from now. This will be our best chance.”

“VIXX just sent word of a shipment to for GOT7 that’s moving the same night. We and several others plan to interfere with the delivery, we won’t be able to support you.”

“All I need is Hope, and a minute of JK’s time. Do you think you can at least spare that?”

Hyungwon makes his opinion known, “Isn’t he the one who left you alone at the foundation?”

“Yes, and I kick myself for that everyday since now we have to put up with you lot.” J-Hope bites back.

“Enough,” you call them to silence. “We all know that’s not going to happen again. RM can you give me that?”

“It’s not that I can’t spare them, it’s that I think you’ll need more.”

“We don’t have anymore time, thanks to Henry they’ve known for a while that we’re buying his stock. They’re probably trying to secure their investors so they don’t sell. The longer we wait the more difficult it will become. I just need to meet with him, preferably in a public setting, where I can show that I will out bid him if necessary.”

“Jooheon and I.M can do a quick sweep of the area beforehand,” Shownu offers. “We won’t need them until later.”

Namjoon slowly yields, looking you in the eye as he gives the final orders. “Use one of the executive suites as a base and pay enough that they allow anonymity. You will not engage until we’re sure that the whole hotel is clear. Thirty minutes, that’s all, and then I want you out regardless if you have him on the hook or not. ”

...

Not wanting to draw attention to yourselves you and J-Hope decided you would both change at the hotel. Jin had booked an upper floor suite. With its own hidden entrance outback and private elevator, it will also grant you access to the high-roller tables.

You step into the bathroom to change, but the outfit you had thrown in your bag had been replaced, pinned to the new dress is a note.

...You can thank me later. -V...

You hold up the short black dress. The long sleeves with a boat neckline are nice, but the hugging material and length were not what you had in mind. After putting it on you groan in despair, you wanted to appear intimidating not uncomfortable.

“Everything okay?”

You open the door slowly trying to pull the hem of your dress lower, handing the note to J-Hope.

“This is not what I packed...”

He laughs, “I’m sorry I saw him hanging around your stuff earlier. I didn’t think he’d do this though.”

He turns you to the mirror and stands behind you in a sleek navy suit, his hands on your shoulders. “You look great, I know you had something else in mind but this dress will allow you to blend in easier.”

“Nothing I can do about it now I guess.”

Hope checks his phone, “Cha’s just arrived, still need the all clear though.”

He slumps down in a seat next to the mirror. “Never thought that I would willingly meet this man again.”

“Don’t think of it like that, we are not meeting him as an equal, this isn’t a friendly chat. We are going to use him for what he is, a pawn. That’s all he will ever amount to, he won’t be an ally he’ll be a tool.”

J-Hope nods, taking your hand he places a kiss on the tips of your fingers and another on the exact spot where your father’s ring should sit. At first you wonder if it’s a coincidence, but before his lips part you skin he looks to you with resolve.

He’s phone vibrates again giving you the cue to leave. “Thank you,” He smirks up at you, “I suppose we should get this over with then.”

Taking your personal elevator down to the casino floor you head straight to the exclusive room off to the side.

Much to your dismay, V had been right to make the switch. Every guest is looking for a break from reality, they’re here to relax and let their hair down. The other dress would have appeared too stuffy to deem natural in this setting.

Cha is found over at his table in the corner. J-Hope hangs back as you approach.

“May I?” You gesture to the chair next to him.

“Miss Park... please do, I must say that I’m a little surprised to see you here.”

You find yourself on guard by the fact that Cha had recognized you instantly. You take your seat as the dealer plays you in.

“Since you already know who I am and I you. I’ll cut straight to the chase shall I?”

“I would prefer if you did, I don’t enjoy being distracted while I have money on the line.”

“No I’m sure you don’t, not while the odds are even.” You smile at the 21 you attained from your dealt hand.

“Excuse me?”

“My friend over there.” You nod to J-Hope waiting in the wings. “He tells me that you have a weakness for gambling. So much so, that sometimes you need to spin the outcome in your favour.”

The dealer looks at you for a split second hesitating before letting the next card loose. Almost as if in fear. No, you ponder, surely Cha wouldn’t be so stupid as to cheat here.

“If you’re here for an act of reprisal. I have to warn you I brought a few friends of my own.” He points to a couple bulky guards next to the closest exit.”

You can see J-Hope smirk after sizing them up, obviously finding them lacking.

“I’m not here for revenge, nor your poor skills in fixing. I want the influence of your seat.”

“Ah, this is about the bill you brought in the other day. What makes you think I’ll go against Kim?”

Finally, you rejoice, someone who has priorities that you could expect and work around. Cha manges to secure blackjack for a second time in a row, confirming your earlier suspicions. The first hand must have been to lure you in, whereas the rest will all likely fall flat in comparison to Cha’s cards. You give the dealer a kind smile. “I can see why Mr. Cha likes to come here you’re good. Tell me what’s your cut?” You pause to watch him freeze.

The dealer turns to Cha in a panic. “I’m sorry Sir, but I believe that there’s something that I must attend to. I’ll send another to take my place.”

Cha waves him off with an air of frustration.

“Money must be tight for you to risk it here of all places.”

“What can I say? Not all of us will inherit our massive amounts of wealth.”

And just like that you know you have him, he’s desperate. His foolish attempt to win has made this match so much easier for you. “Elections are difficult to rig Mr. Cha, and it’s just over a year until the next cycle. But the more campaign funds one has, the greater their chance of being elected, wouldn’t you say?”

“Are you implying that you wish to make a contribution to my campaign?”

“No, I’m say that I’ll fund your opponent. The biggest difference between you and me is that you need schemes and titles to keep your financials afloat. If you lose that’s it, but if I lose there’s nothing to stop me from cashing in another player. I will play this game for as long as I have to, until I get what I need, or you lose.”

Cha suddenly bursts out in laughter. “I like you Park, very straightforward.” He leans in closer to your seat. Hope seeing this moves in as well. “There’s a reason I haven’t been bought by Kim yet. He likes to keep his alleys in his collection. Now I don’t like to be owned, but he’s been pressing my hand recently to make a choice. I can’t sit on the fence much longer. I’ll take your bill, between you and him, you seem like a more candid choice.”

“You’ll get the 10 signatures required?”

“Consider it done, but I won't guarantee it will get passed.” He pulls out a black envelope similar to the one you had seen Jin with a few days ago. “I’m assuming you received one of these?”

Not wishing to appear in the dark you feed back a limited amount of information. “One of my associates did, yes.”

He hands the envelop over to you. “You should take mine as well, I think you’ll find the difference between our invitations very informative as to what you’re up against.”

...

POV J-Hope

I try to keep my expression neutral while we retreat, I manage to hold it until the elevator door closes, but once they shut I can barely contain my laughter and smile. I hold your face between my hands as you mirror my grin. “Thank you. I don’t think I’ll ever see anything as enjoyable as what I just witnessed.” It wasn’t just seeing Cha losing at his own game, but seeing you take charge of the situation.

“I’m sure JK could make a tape for you.” You quip back, still boasting your wide smile.

I slowly move in closer, leaning in to you until your back touches the elevator wall. “It wouldn’t be as good as watching the real thing.” It wouldn’t catch my favourite parts, your subtle movements, the glint in your eyes, the small twitch at the corner of your mouth, the way your fingers rub your pendant. The last habit being a small nervous tick of yours that I don’t think that you are even aware of. It’s something that I’ve come to notice but keep to myself, using it as my way to read you. Even now as I look at you your index and thumb press on the delicate metal. Does it make you nervous when I hold you like this? Is your heart beating as quickly as mine?

I never thought anyone could make me as happy as you have done tonight. You’re making it too easy to fall, I know I’m not the only one who adores you, but at this point I don’t care. I just need you to understand what you mean to me. The elevator door opens but I remain still.

“Hope?”

Your lips barely finish speaking my name before I take them as mine. Despite my sudden approach they feel so soft. You slowly relax closing your eyes and indulging me as I tilt your head up further. Your hand drops from your pendant, coming to rest against the lapels of my jacket. I too close my eyes and find the effect overwhelming. The warmth of you in my hands and on my lips is intoxicating, as if a flame is licking at my skin. I part my mouth, my desire requesting to dive in further, you allow my tongue to glide inside.

You are that sip of whiskey, the honeyed liquid that burns so well at the back of my throat. You’re taste is far too sweet, pulling me down to take more and more. Leaving me drunk, with my eyelids heavy and unwilling to open. You turn away for a quick breath but I only give you a fraction of a second to rest. I know if we linger both of us will begin to focus the pain that brought us here. I have no wish to come to my senses, all I want is to think about you and how your body feels against mine.

I need to distract you from those you who might shift your thoughts away. I’ve seen Jin treat you as a child, Namjoon push you aside, and Suga fail to admit his feelings for you. I know I can do better by you, your hold on me is already so tight that I could never run away. Even if this is just a moment of weakness for you, even if it’s only for now, kiss me, it’s okay if it hurts.

I pull you from the elevator tying you with my grip, making it as far as the couch before the phone in my jacket begins to ring. I ignore it and continue to attend to you.

“Hope?’

“Mmm,” I respond with a hum to your ear.

“You should answer it.”

“It’s just V don’t worry about it.” The weight of my body presses you into the cushions.

“J-Hope.” You push back against me with the palm of your hands.

“Fine.”

I answer my cell reluctantly, but before I can even say hello V throws a question a me.

“Which elevator leads to your room, and what’s the code?”

“Wait, why?”

In the background I can hear Jin speaking frantically. “JK keep pressure on it. Jimin come on, stay with me.”

“We don't have time, just tell me Hope!”

...

A/N: Once again I would like to thank Blood Sweat and Tears for the inspiration in J-Hopes POV. I swear that that song just keeps giving and giving. Hope you enjoyed it and sorry for the cliffhanger.

#bts fanfic #bts fanfiction #bts x reader #bts reader insert #namjoon x reader #rm x reader #seokjin x reader #jin x reader #hoseok x reader #jhope x reader #jimin x reader #park jimin x reader #bts under fire series #bts hyung line x reader #bts gang au #bts mafia au

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justasmallbloginabigklainefandom · 7 years ago

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Great OMGCP fanfics

All the Sights of Paris by writingonpostcards

Eric and Jack meet atop the Eiffel Tower. It's the beginning of a few whirlwind days together, but Eric's leaving soon. How much can really happen between them in just a few days?

Jack holds out his hand and Eric takes it. Instead of shaking it like Eric was expecting, Jack pulls him in gently, and kisses him once on both cheeks. “See you around,” Jack says with confidence.

Like breathing was easy by lillaseptember (part 7 of a series)

Jack has a panic attack. Bitty (and the kids) help him through it.

“We have seven kids downstairs who all think you’re their hero. And it’s not because of the reasons you think it is. It’s because you pick them up from practice with the same terrible puns every Tuesday, actually listen to what they know is their ridiculous teenage gossip, let them win wrestling matches in the most dramatic way imaginable, watch Aristocats with them 17 times in a row, kiss their injuries better, memorize presidents with them, make that godawful mac ‘n’ cheese for ‘em.”

Set Your Old Heart Free by IBoatedHere*

Jack doesn’t find Bitty after graduation. They don’t kiss. Jack doesn't go to Madison for the 4th. They still fall in love.

falling into place by furyofthetimelords

Your soulmark doesn’t settle until you’ve met your soulmate.

Neither Jack or Eric notice when it happens.

Irreplaceable by JustLookFrightenedAndScuttle

Bitty gets too wrapped up in his worry that his relationship with Jack could cost Jack too much.

Breakaway by AntarcticBird

The first time Jack sees him is at the beginning of his sophomore year at Samwell, a completely normal Monday night, and at first he thinks he has gone insane.

Excuse Me While I Kiss This Guy by PorcupineGirl

Jesse Snowden knows all the best restaurants and gourmet food shops in Providence, so when Jack Zimmermann starts bringing in incredible baked goods, he's eager to find out where the new bakery is. When he meets the man behind the pies, he decides that there's no way Jack could really appreciate this guy's talent the way he does, even if they are friends. He starts hiring Jack's chef on the side, in the hopes that maybe once Bitty's done with college he'll come work for Jesse.

Good thing there is absolutely no way whatsoever that Jesse could possibly be misinterpreting this situation.

Mother’s Weekend by rosepetals42*

Hello there! Long time, no see (my bad I know) but, here: an Alicia Zimmermann-centric piece as she goes to Parents’ Weekend during Jack’s freshmen year. [focus on Alicia, Jack, and Shitty] 6k

Imagine being a tadpole though by rosepetals42

Outsider POV, zimbits, canon-compliant, 2nd person, 4k ish, yes this got way longer than expected

when it’s over (you’re the start) by onawingandaswear

Jack goes to sleep in Providence next to his boyfriend and wakes up in Montréal to discover he’s been in a coma since 2009. Refusing to believe Samwell, Bitty, and the Falconers were all a dream, Jack tracks down the real Shitty, Lardo, Ransom, and Holster to find they’ve shared the same group hallucination for years. Now, they’re on a mission to find Bitty, the love of Jack’s non-existent life, and the only member of SMH they can’t seem to get in contact with.

ABC by alphardhy

effort, n.

It is worth it.

Jack and Bitty's relationship told through short dictionary entries. (The title is quite self-explanatory, really.)

Ice Crew Please! by rosepetals42*

Jack Zimmermann was drafted first by the Providence Falconers when he was eighteen years old. He is good at hockey. Very good. His team won the Cup his second year and now, in his third year, they are looking good. Jack should be on top of the world. And some days, he manages to convince himself he is.

He’s not, of course.

Enter the Ice Crew.

a tale of love and how it finds you by nightswatch

Bitty sees Jack Zimmermann almost every morning, but he’s never said a single word to him. Honestly, Jack Zimmermann probably doesn’t even know that he exists.

Revenge is best served @ by Perpetual Motion (perpetfic)

The ESPN hockey anchors take a cheap shot. Bitty takes one back.

i'll see you with your laughter lines by the_one_that_fell*

Eric Bittle was fourteen when his soulmate died.

They'd never even gotten to meet.

Hold on Forever by an orphan account (part 2 of a series)

Eric Bittle doesn't think he's going to be standing at his boyfriend's sledge hockey game holding a sign that says, "Yo, Go To Prom With Me Jack Zimmermann," at almost thirty years old and yet...here he is.

these hands are meant to hold by worth_the_risk (part 1 of a series)

There are a select few times over the course of Jack and Shitty’s friendship when Jack, frozen like the Pond in January, has to be told to move.

Plans For The Future by ticktockclockwork

Contrary to popular belief, when Jack was spiraling, things did not move in slow motion. The frantic beating of his heart was anything but slow; the rapid fire thoughts pinballing around his mind almost incomprehensible in their speed.

In therapy, he'd often heard people describe their attacks as a slow motion train crash, a suffering drawn out experience that they were helpless to stop.

But for Jack, while ’train crash’ was definitely apt for what he felt, it was anything but slow and, in fact, he was usually the one at the controls.

All this to say, Jack was in a very bad place.

The Little Things That Give You Away by annathaema (moony)

"S'fine," says Jack, trying to keep it hidden from Shitty. "I wasn't really doing anything, just-"

"Knitting!"

Jack has an unusual hobby, but it helps.

Alive and Loved by Piehead

Bitty has depression. He lives with it.

Love Is To Be Made by DoubleNegative

“Jack turns in a slow, aimless circle in the middle of his living room. Blank white walls. Bare floor. A sofa, a TV, a coffee table: just the basics, really. Well, no wonder it doesn’t look like home; he can’t blame his apartment’s sudden coldness and its empty echoing spaces solely on the absence of one Eric R. Bittle. It just… doesn’t look like anyone lives here. It doesn’t feel like anyone lives here. He has no idea how to change that.”

(Or… Jack comes home from Madison to an apartment that doesn’t smell like cinnamon, and teammates who don’t know what he means he says ‘swawesome. It feels like it should be easier, turning the place he lives into a home and the people he plays hockey with into teammates. But even ‘easy’ things have always felt harder than they should.)

Puck Aversion: The Birth of A Goalie Superstition by Betweenthepies (Reikiari)

Every hockey player has their thing. Goalies? Even more so. So what is Chris Chow's? He will never touch a puck with his bare hands. (Five times Chris Chow won't touch a puck and one time he does.)

one of the gays by heyfightme

Bitty isn’t even sure whether he wasn’t meant to hear. It’s a party, and they’re all public, and it’s Bitty’s Haus too. More than that, it’s Bitty’s kitchen. There’s no discernible secrecy in operation.

“I mean, Bitty’s gay. One of my best friends; he put these curtains up.” The girl Holster is talking to – brown curls, white jeans, suntanned shoulders – looks to the curtains and coos, “Aww, that’s so cute.”

Bitty’s neck twinges.

—

in which bitty and jack are like: [sarcastic laughter] straight people

Wizarding sports by prongsyouignoramus and awfullyruby (not really a fic)

so @prongsyouignoramus and I had a convo that spun into a full blown hc so I thought I’d share this in the hopes it will one day inspire a fanfic author *nudge nudge, wink wink* or just for funsies, I guess

just two kids without their jackets by the_one_that_fell (3 part series)*

Jack makes a difficult decision and finds a new calling.

and not waving but drowning by the_one_that_fell (part 1 of a series)

Jack considered himself an Icarus of sorts. He never thought he’d learn to love the sun.

like a handprint on my heart by the_one_that_fell*

“Dude, we’ve got an over-competitive golf dad, a badass art freak, a pre-med lax bro on the verge of a breakdown, a chronically naked rugby player, a beat-boxing giant, and an itty-bitty, baking figure skater - there’s no way we came together accidentally. This wasfate.”

“Or it’s the normal progression of human beings making friends. Chill out, bro.”

(Or, the one where no one plays hockey, but it still manages to bring them all together.)

the messes of men by decinq (4 part series)

His first year in the NHL isn't easy, but Jack has spent his entire life playing through the hurt.

My Words on Your Skin by There_Once_Was_A_Girl (no. 1 in a 6 part series of standalones)*

Jack and Bitty have a unique soul connection, they can write back and forth to each other by writing on their own skin. They know each other long before they've ever met. But when Jack overdoses Bitty thinks he's lost the love of his life forever.

Your Fake Name is Good Enough by DoubleNegative

Eventually Jack came back to himself, as he always did, shaky and exhausted but alive, and Shitty wrapped up his rambling story. “Anyway, man, that’s why if you ever have kids you shouldn’t make bets with your hedge fund buddies on their names. You’ll end up with a son named Barnaby Sylvester Knight, and trust me, that is no way to start a father-son relationship.”

“That’s a pretty awful name,” Jack whispered. “Thanks, man.”

Shitty just squeezed him tighter and didn’t protest at all when Jack finally drifted off, drooling a little on his pillow.

you’ve got my number by ambrosius*

It’s not as if Jack was totally inept when it came to technology. He could handle his Tweeter (Tweety? Twits? Twitter? Did it really matter?) just fine and if he’s honest, he much preferred texting to calling most days. So when he gets added to a group chat full of strangers, well, he’s pretty sure he can handle whatever comes next.

Graduation Day by IBoatedHere

It takes Jack 50 days to finally see what's been right in front of him for the past two years.

Will Wonders Never Cease by PorcupineGirl*

Eric has landed his dream job: social media manager for the Providence Falconers! Not only does he get paid to tweet, for an NHL team at that, but it’s a job where he’ll be able to make good use of his magic - when nobody’s looking, of course. Everyone on the Falconers is a joy to work with… with the notable exception of Jack Zimmermann. Eric understands that Jack doesn’t like social media, but he could certainly be a little more polite about it.

Luckily, Eric has support from his Samwell buddies, as well as his best friend - a man whose face he’s never seen, and whose name he doesn’t know. They met on an online forum where witches can gather anonymously, since it isn’t safe for them to advertise their existence in a world where magic isn’t trusted. They’ve been friends for years now, but Eric is only just starting to realize that he might have deeper feelings for someone he can never meet face-to-face.

i didn't know i was lonely til i saw your face by dharmainitiative*

Still rebounding from a breakup, Derek Nurse moves into a loft in downtown LA and attempts to navigate living with five former college hockey players.

Or, a New Girl AU.

if you're going through hell (keep going) by onawingandaswear*

Eighteen years ago, Samwell suffered the tragic loss of one of their most promising young athletes. Ever since rumors have circulated that the school is haunted by the ghost of Eric Bittle. At least, that’s the only way anyone can seem to explain why the locker rooms smell like freshly baked apple pie on game days instead of the usual, omnipresent hockey funk.

Now in the twilight of his career, Jack Zimmermann is facing his own mortality and the last item on his bucket list?

Return to Samwell and disprove the rumor that his long-dead boyfriend is haunting Faber Memorial Rink.

And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here? by RabbitRunnah

Bitty goes to bed after his "lucky shot" having made a decision. When he wakes up he ... is not where he expected to be. He has a career, and a baby, and -- this is the biggest surprise of all -- a husband who looks a lot like Jack Zimmermann.

And you may say to yourself, my god, what have I done? by RabbitRunnah

The last thing Jack Zimmermann remembers saying to Eric Bittle is "lucky shot." That doesn’t explain, at all, why he just woke up in Bittle’s bed.

A companion piece -- this time it's Jack's turn to get a peek at his future -- to And you may ask yourself, well, how did I get here?

Inertia by foryouandbits

At the age of seven, Eric Bittle is tackled so hard in peewee football, it feels as though he's been knocked into another dimension. At the encouragement of his father, he avoids contact sports until he receives a scholarship to play hockey at Samwell University. The result is the same: every check on the ice hurts so much that Eric hallucinates another world. Eric spends the rest of his freshman year attempting to prove himself to his captain and his coaches. He questions his worth, his talent, and his sanity, and in his search for answers, he uncovers long-hidden secrets that change everything he has ever known.

Merry Christmas, I'm Yours by RabbitRunnah

It takes Jack only a couple months after graduation to realize he's in love with Bitty.

It takes him almost 20 years to actually do something about it.

(Or, five Christmases Jack and Bitty spend together.)

right as things grow by wit

Loving and longing, one thousand miles apart: the summer of 2015, in which Jack realizes what he wants just in time for it to get on a plane and leave for Georgia.

#lb 2018 #THERE ARE OBVS MORE #omgcp #omgcp fics #list #this is basically another #fichof

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crescendohowell · 8 years ago

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Your Name and Kiss Belong in the Same Sentence

Summary: Neither Dan or Phil has ever had a boyfriend before and they think that part of the reason might be because nobody even realises they like boys. So, as best friends do, they decide to pretend to date each other, that way at least it’s obvious they aren’t straight. And with an agreed upon set of boundaries, nothing can go wrong. Right?

Word Count: 9k

Warnings: swearing, anxiety attack, underage drinking/alcohol

A/N: me actually finishing a fic?? who knew this was even possible anymore lmao (although i found 6k of this already done in my drafts from october so?? does this even count). also tysm to leah for letting me scream at her about this and for editing it for me, you’re the best <33

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Dan and Phil had been best friends for what felt like forever. They had grown up together, in houses only a few blocks away and couldn’t remember a time where they hadn’t known each other. They had always been Dan and Phil, their names never separated.

Everyone had warned them that friends often grow apart over time, especially as they moved from middle school to high school. For some reason people seemed to think that there was no way that the two boys could stay as close friends as they were forever.

Luckily, that wasn’t true at all. Because now it was their senior year of high school and if anything they were closer friends than they had ever been before. Sure, they talked to their other friends at school and hung out with them occasionally, but nine times out of ten it was just the two of them watching movies at each other’s houses or playing videos games or doing homework. It wasn’t that they didn’t like their other friends, but they didn’t really feel any need to hang out with them outside of school. When it was just the two of them there was never any drama.

It was one of those nights that they were hanging out with just the two of them at Phil’s house that Dan brought up something they didn’t talk about much. But that was later in the night. For now they were just throwing away the remains of the pizza they had for dinner and settling in on the couch to watch a movie.

“What do you wanna watch?” Phil asked as they sat in the same spots on the couch that they always did, Dan on the right of Phil. Neither of them really knew when those positions had been established but now they were completely natural and any time they didn’t sit in the same spots something felt off.

“I don’t know, you pick,” Dan didn’t look up from scrolling through his phone until suddenly a pillow hit him in the face. “Hey!” He exclaimed.

“You say that every time!” Phil, the pillow thrower, complained.

“I’m being flexible.” Dan argued.

“Yeah, and it’s so helpful,” Phil said sarcastically.

“I trust you to always pick out the good movies.” It was true, they did have very similar movie taste and Dan almost always liked the same ones as Phil.

“Fine,” Phil sighed, “Maybe I’ll just pick a bad one to annoy you.”

“You do that,” Dan laughed, knowing that Phil hated sitting through bad movies even more than him.

They did eventually settle on rewatching the first Star Wars movie. It had been a while since they had watched it and it was always a good time to laugh at the old fashioned special effects. They would have to go see the new one in theaters when it came out.

After the movie they decided to head to bed as they were both plenty tired from waking up way too early for school all week. Besides, they both knew that they would end up spending hours scrolling on their phones and talking before they actually went to bed.

They had done this so many times by now that everything was practically already set up for Dan to spend the night. Phil had a big bed so they could both sleep there and Dan had a drawer in Phil’s closet where he kept a couple pairs of pajamas and other clothes. After they brushed their teeth (Dan’s toothbrush already sitting in the cup next to the sink along with Phil’s) they closed Phil’s bedroom door and turned off the lights, diving under the covers and laughing because it was late and they were tired and at a certain point in the night everything always becomes funny.

It was even later, when their phones had been plugged into chargers next to each other, and they were laying in the dark, talking sometimes and sometimes not, that Dan brought up an idea that he had been thinking about for a long time.

“So you know how I really want a boyfriend?” He began.

Phil laughed. “Yeah, same. Or a girlfriend honestly. Somehow living that bisexual life has still got me zero dates.”

“True,” Dan laughed too. “But nobody even knows that we want boyfriends. Or in your case a girlfriend I guess, but that’s already assumed so it’s really only the boyfriend thing that’s a problem.”

“Yeah,” Phil agreed. “It’s dumb.”

“I agree.” Dan replied. They had came out to each years ago now but had never really bothered telling anyone else. “So I was thinking, and feel free to tell me that this is a dumb idea, but what if we pretended to date so that we didn’t have to do that whole Coming Out thing and then once people realise we like boys then we can break up? At least then any guys will know that we’re interested in their gender. Maybe we’d have at least slightly more of a chance of getting a date then.”

“I mean, I’m not opposed to it,” Phil said carefully; he had actually thought about something similar many times.

“It’ll be like Josh and Nathan last year,” Dan added. “Everybody thought that Josh was straight but when they started going out nobody questioned it.”

“True,” Phil did remember that.

“We don’t have to, or anything,” Dan repeated, making sure that Phil didn’t feel forced into it. “I just thought that it might be easier. I mean, we’re practically dating already. I’m not even sure what we’d have to do differently.”

“We’d have to hold hands I’d imagine.” Phil had been going over what they’d do as a couple in his head ever since Dan had first mentioned the idea. “Maybe kiss a couple times.” Phil almost stuttered on the word kiss. Kiss and Dan had never been in the same vicinity. They weren’t supposed to be. Phil didn’t know how he felt now that they were possibly going to be very connected. All he knew was that the idea made his heart jump up into his throat and his hands warm.

“That wouldn’t mess up our friendship though,” Dan interrupted Phil’s thoughts. “We’d be fine, even if we had to kiss, right?”

“After all these years I’d sure hope so,” Phil joked to hide how unsure he really was. He really liked the idea of pretending to be a couple, he just wasn’t convinced that things would be able to stay the same. But now that Dan was offering, Phil really wanted to say yes. So he did. “I say we go for it.”

“Really?” Dan hadn’t really been expecting Phil to agree.

“Really.” Phil couldn’t believe he was saying yes.

They didn’t jump into it or anything. Actually, neither of the boys brought it up for a couple days. Phil had begun to think that maybe it was nothing more than late night rambling and making plans that they followed through on. But then, the following Wednesday, when he was over at Dan’s house doing homework, Dan brought the topic back up.

“So do you wanna go on a date or something?” Dan asked, half joking. He was sat on his bed, working on his computer while Phil sat as his desk.

“Um-m,” Phil stuttered, taken completely off guard as one moment he was struggling over calculus and then next Dan was saying that.

“Kidding,” Dan clarified. “I guess,” he gave a crooked smile as Phil turned around his chair to face him.

“Yeah, I don’t really know how to start this whole thing either,” Phil felt nervous for some reason, but he didn’t quite know why.

“Maybe we should set some boundaries?” Dan suggested. “That way we both know what we’re getting into.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a good idea,” Phil agreed. He always liked planning things out. “So, where do we start.”

Homework was pretty much forgotten after that, as instead the two boys came up with and actually wrote down a list of all the things they could and couldn’t do.

Hand holding and other casual touching was allowed. So was kissing, so long as it didn’t involve any tongue.

“But what if our friends are there and we need to convince them we’re properly dating?” Dan asked.

“Fine, maybe tongue is okay then,” Phil agreed. It felt odd to talk about this sort of thing so casually. It was as if they were planning out their romance. Which really was what was happening.

Phil requested that ‘nothing too sexual’ be a boundary, to which Dan argued that was too unclear but it got added anyway. There would be no telling their parents about their plan, coming out to them would have to be done separately.

“Are we going to be one of those gross couples that posts about each other constantly on social media?” Phil wondered.

“I mean we kinda already do that babe,” Dan laughed.

“Shut up,” Phil blushed. “No calling each other babe, I’m adding it to the list.”

“How about sunshine?” Dan countered. “Honey? Love?”

“I hate you,” Phil groaned.

“Now that’s not the way to talk to your boyfriend.” Dan teased.

“Oh my god, why did I agree to this?” Phil leaned back, covering his face with his hands.

“It’s cuz’ you love me!” Dan said, still teasing.

“Yeah, as friends,” Phil peeked through his fingers at him. “What if this goes wrong somehow?” he got serious for a moment. “What do we do then?”

“The second one of us wants out we say so,” Dan stopped making fun. “Even if it’s in the middle of all our friends. If you’re ever uncomfortable we’ll stop.”

“Yeah, okay,” That made Phil feel better. “Like a safe word or something.”

“True,” Dan smiled. It was a little different from an ordinary safeword but in some ways it was really the same. “What do you want it to be?”

“How about I just call you Daniel? Or you call me Philip if you want to call it off. We never do that so there shouldn’t be any times that comes up unless we want it to.” Phil suggested. “And that way if we’re around other people it won’t be hard to work into the conversation or anything.”

“Sounds perfect.” Dan was fairly certain things wouldn’t end badly, but having a way to get out of everything made him feel even more confident about the whole thing. “Now back to the kissing…”

“God, I hate you.”

The spent the rest of that afternoon figuring out the final things and adding to the list. Phil considering making both of them sign it to make it some sort of formal agreement but Dan managed to convince him that their trust was enough to guarantee they would follow what they had written down. All they really had to remember was to make things believable but not go further than that.

However, it turned out that writing things down on paper was a lot easier than actually going through with any of it.

The first issue was that neither of them quite knew how to annouce they were dating. They were already such close friends that if they just hinted at it people probably wouldn’t even notice. So they needed to do something that clearly showed how they were a couple. Something that their friends could see but that that didn’t make to of big of a deal out of everything.

“What if we start holding hand at lunch?” Dan suggested as they were driving to school together two days later. Or more accurately Dan was driving like he always did and Phil was getting distracted staring out the window and trying not to get motion sick.

“But that could be considered friendly.” Phil pointed out.

“But really? I feel like our friend group wouldn’t think that. I mean none of our friends now hold hands.”

“But none of them are as close as we are.”

“True,” Dan sighed. “Goddamn, if we weren’t already such a married couple this would be so much easier.”

Eventually, the boys decided that holding hands was a good start. Hopefully one of their friends would ask or make a joke about it and then they could say that they were dating. It seemed simple enough.

But that didn’t explain, when it came time for lunch, why Phil’s heart was suddenly beating out of his chest and his palms were sweating just at the thought of walking into the cafeteria holding hands with Dan. Right now he was walking to meet Dan outside his history class, so it was giving Phil plenty of time to overthink what they were about to do (though really he had been overthinking ever since they decided that today was the day on the car ride to school). Phil just really hoped that this went well. He wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but he really wanted it to.

“Ready?” Dan interrupted Phil’s thoughts as he emerged from the classroom, quick to stand right at Phil’s side. “We can still back out.” Dan added when Phil hesitated.

“No, no, I’m fine,” Phil insisted. “Let’s go.” He took Dan’s hand in his.

It felt much more natural than they both expected.

In fact, by the time that they got to the table they always sat at with their other friends at lunch, Dan and Phil had both forgotten that they were even holding hands in the first place.

“Oh my god,” Louise’s exclamation made them suddenly remember. “Did you guys finally get your act together and start dating?”

“What do you mean get our act together and-” Dan started.

“Yes,” Phil interrupted, elbowing Dan slightly. “We did.” He smiled as he looked fondly at Dan. Phil was trying really hard to make this whole dating thing believable.

“I’m so happy for you,” Louise beamed. “Lord knows it took long enough.”

“True,” Phil agreed, as him and Dan both sat down at the table and began to get their lunches out.

“So how exactly did you guys do the whole shift from friends to dating thing?” She asked.

“We were just talking one night,” Dan finally spoke up. “And we realised that we were basically already dating, just without the kissing bit I mean, and we figured that maybe adding that bit wouldn’t be such a bad idea.”

“You guys are basically a married couple,” PJ chimed in.

“We were just talking about that this morning.” Phil laughed.

“Well I’m glad you guys figured it out. We were beginning to think that you were both so dense there was no chance you would ever realise how you’ve been mutually crushing on each other forever.” Louise said.

“Yeah,” PJ added, “We were beginning to think that you guys didn’t even realise that you had a crush at all.”

“True,” Louise laughed. “Okay, but now can we talk about the math test because I have that next period and I need some math facts fast if I’m going to have any hope of passing.”

So telling their friends that they were dating went well. Actually, maybe it went too well. Because both of them couldn’t stop thinking about how their friends had assumed it was real easily because they figured they had had crushed on each other for ages. And that wasn’t true. Of course not.

Besides, this whole plan wasn’t really about their friends. Dan and Phil had both figured that their friends would not be surprised about the whole not straight thing. But the goal of this whole plan was to make it known around the school about this whole not straight thing. That way there would be more of a chance of them getting dates. So even though they had told their friends they were dating, that was only the beginning. And somehow they needed to come up with a plan to spread it beyond that.

Luckily none of that needed to happen right away and they were able to spend the rest of the school days as they always did (in classes that were painfully never together and texting the whole time to make up for it). After school they drove home together and decided to hang out at Phil’s house from that afternoon. It wasn’t so much of a question of if they would hang out or not, but rather where.

They ended up settled back in their spots on the couch, this time playing video games instead of watching a movie, and the afternoon flew by. Afternoons like this, Fridays when it was just autumn enough to justify not going outside, were some of Phil’s favourite in the world. He figured that video games and comfy sofas and sitting just close enough to have their knees brushing together was the best type of happiness in the world. And Dan would be inclined to agree.

“Dan, what are we doing?” Phil asked. It was much later now, bedtime actually. They were both under the covers in Phil’s bed, just as they had been when they first came up with this plan. Late night conversations were always the easiest place to talk about things.

“What do you mean?” Dan stared at the ceiling, his eyes wide open even though there was nothing to take in as the room was drowned in darkness.

“I just…” Phil started before trailing off. “I can’t help but feel like this isn’t going to end how we’re planning. It seems like things like this never do.”

“We’ll be fine.” Dan quickly assured (even though neither of them quite knew what he was reassuring about). “We’ve been friends far too long for one failed plan to ruin us. Besides, how many of our plans have failed in the past?”

“A lot of them!” Phil protested.

“But we’re still here.” Dan proved his point. “None of those have ended our friendship, so I don’t see how this one would.”

“Yeah,” Phil agreed. “That does actually make sense.”

“Of course it does, I am very smart, you know,” Dan joked.

“And that’s why you have a C in English right now,” Phil replied back.

“That’s just because Mr. R doesn’t appreciate my sense of humor or writing style!” Dan tried to defend himself.

“Sure,” Phil said sarcastically, grinning since Dan couldn’t see him. Really, he did agree with Dan - he should have an A in the class - but it was much more fun teasing him about it than saying that.

“We should probably go to bed,” Dan mentioned after glancing over at the clock. “It’s getting late.”

“Yeah,” Phil had noticed the clock a couple of minutes ago but he hadn’t said anything. He always hated having to stop talking and going to bed instead. He was getting really sleepy though, so maybe it was time. “You’ll still be here in the morning, right?” He asked. That was something he said every night that they were sleeping over at either of their houses. Because when they had just started being friends, when they were little kids, Dan had left a sleepover in the middle of the night, and Phil had been really confused when he wasn’t there in the morning. So now it was their joke that he always asked.

“Yeah,” Dan replied, smiling to himself. Now he would never leave in a million years. He felt way more at home here, in Phil’s bed with him, than he did back alone at his house. “I hope you don’t snore.” That was Dan’s part of the bit because that was the reason he went home when he was little, he had been scared of Phil’s soft snoring (if it could even be called that as Dan now knew it was more of a slightly heavy breathing - a breathing that he had come to memorize).

“I would never.” Phil replied, smiling to himself. “Goodnight Dan.” He added softly.

“Night,” Dan turned so he wasn’t looking at the ceiling any longer and closed his eyes. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

So yeah, maybe the dating was a little confusing, at least for now, but this was easy. This was when they both felt most at home. There was no way that they would ever break it. Not when Dan curled closer only a few moments after saying goodnight and neither of them moved away.

They continued to keep up the dating thing around their friends and when they walked between classes together sometimes they held hands. It was just enough that slowly but surely the word began to spread around the school that they were dating. It was just like they had planned. Everything was working without any problems.

After about two weeks went by Phil began to think about if it was was time for them to “break up” yet. Because they had achieved their goal - people knew they were dating and given that information, were no longer straight - but for some reason Phil didn’t feel like it was time for them to be done with this fake relationship. He reckoned that people probably didn’t really think of them as couple, some probably still thought they were friends. They still needed to do something to cement their non-platonic status (or at least their fake non-platonic status). Besides, they had to wait a least a couple more weeks before breaking up if this was going to seem like any sort of real relationship at all.

Of course Phil didn’t really have any idea for what they should do for this whole confirming they were a couple thing so he decided to ask Dan about it.

“True, we do need to do something,” Dan agreed. “But I don’t know what.”

“Same,” Phil sighed. They were in Dan’s room, and Phil was laying on the bed while Dan sat at his desk attempting to do homework (at least that’s what he had been trying to do before Phil distracted him with this much more interesting topic).

“What’s something that normal couples do?” Dan wondered aloud.

“Kiss.” Phil shocked himself by saying it aloud, but that had been what they were both thinking.

“Yeah, they kiss,” Dan repeated back. He was glad he was facing the wall opposite his desk because he didn’t want Phil to see the way his face grew warm at even the mention of kissing.

“I mean we’ve both kissed girls before,” Phil tried to make it seem like less of a big deal. “How different can it be really?”

“But you’re attracted to girls too,” Dan pointed out. “I’ve never kissed anyone I actually like that way.”

“But you don’t l-like me that way,” Phil stuttered slightly on the words for some reason. “So it should be pretty much the same.”

“I don’t know if that’s quite how it works Phil,” Dan almost felt like laughing.

“Yeah,” Phil admitted. “I know.”

There was a moment of silence then as they both thought about what to do.

“What if we practised first?” Phil suggested. “That way we’ll know what to expect going into it. And you can pretend that this doesn’t count. Your first kiss with a guy can be the next guy.”

“Or it could just be that my first kiss with a guy is with my best friend. It’s that whole your first kiss should be with someone who really cares about you shit.” Dan’s cheeks were really red now as they continued to talk so casually about kissing. But the more that they talked about it, the more than Dan became certain that for some reason, he really wanted to kiss Phil.

“Yeah, or that,” Phil agreed. He really wanted to know what it would feel like to finally kiss a boy too. He had always thought that Dan had nice lips (even if they were always ridiculously chapped).

“We should still do that whole practice thing though,” Dan added. “And then we can just casually make out at a party or something.” He joked. Thought really it didn't sound like as much of a joke as he intended.

“Did you wanna practice now?” Phil asked. He felt like his heart was jumping into his throat.

“I-I guess,” Dan finally turned around to look at Phil. “Might as well.”

“Might as well,” Phil repeated before starting to giggle. “What a great reason to kiss someone. Might as well.”

“Shut up,” Dan started giggling too. Really the conversation had been much too serious and suddenly neither of them could stop laughing. “God, maybe the real reason we can’t get dates is cuz’ we’re too big of dorks.” Dan said once he could finally stop enough to talk.

“True,” Phil agreed. “None of the boys will ever want to date us.”

“The only date we’ll ever be able to get is each other.” Dan joked.

“Yeah, maybe we’ll just have to date.” Phil smiled (though a universe in which him and Dan were dating kept becoming easier to imagine).

“But, actually,” Dan brought the conversation back to the topic at hand, “Should we practise now?”

“Sure,” Phil tried to sound more confident than he felt, his nerves from before instantly returning.

“I’ll come over there?” Dan said, it coming out as more of a question than a statement.

“Oh, yeah,” Phil sat up and scooted over so that there was room for Dan to sit on the bed next to him.

When Dan sat down the mattress sank slightly, and they ended up sitting closer than intended, but neither of them made any effort to move away because at this point that seemed rather pointless. Their arms brushed together and Phil felt like his arm was tingling there. Meanwhile Dan could barely breath, half from the nerves and half from the smell that sitting so close to Phil brought. Because Phil always smelled indescribably good, like warm and strawberries and the scent of boy (in the good way) and they were both silent as these thoughts raced through their heads, thinking about what they were about to do.

Realistically, the both knew that one kiss wasn’t going to ruin their friendship or anything. Plenty of friends had probably kissed before. But for some reason it felt like this was more than that. Only it couldn’t be. Because they were just kissing for practise for their fake relationship. It couldn’t mean anything because if that was true it would mean that at least one of them was falling for the other and unlike a simple kiss between two friends, that was something that could likely ruin a friendship. So this couldn’t mean anything. It wouldn’t.

But Phil’s skin was already tingling and he was thinking about how nice it would be to hold Dan close, his hand tangled lightly in his hair. Or maybe his hands would be on Dan’s back, pulling him closer.

Dan was thinking about how Phil was probably really good at kissing, as Phil was really good as most things. He thought about how it would feel to finally kiss a boy. He had been waiting for this for so long. He had never expected that it would be with Phil, but for some reason, it didn’t feel wrong that it was.

“So,” Phil broke the silence that felt like it had been going on forever when it had really only been a few moments as all the thoughts flew through their brains. “Should we just go for it?”

“Sure,” Dan internally swore because he wasn’t ready at all, but this was as close as he was going to ever be. And even though the thought of kissing was terrifying, Dan knew that he wanted, needed, to kiss Phil.

So one of them, later they would never be able to remember who it was that finally did it, leaned in slightly and their lips were pressed together. And it didn’t feel wrong at all.

Phil ended up putting his hands on Dan’s back, his fingers curling as they gripped onto his shirt. And Dan loved the way that felt, but not nearly as much as the actual kissing because holy fuck he was kissing a boy and it felt so much better than he had ever imagined and all the things he had been worrying about for years were validated.

Their lips moved together softly until they absolutely had to break apart to take a breath. Both of them couldn’t stop smiling afterwards and Dan was so cute Phil couldn’t resist giving him one more quick kiss.

“Well,” Dan started before stopping because he was smiling so much and his heart felt like it might burst so he couldn’t quite get the words out.

“Yeah,” Phil agreed, equally as breathless. “Maybe we should do a little more practise?” He said, only half joking.

“Just a little friendly kissing.” Dan teased back, but he was mostly serious too.

“Why not?” Phil smirked.

“Why not.” Dan echoed back before leaning in to kiss Phil again.

And somehow it was even better than the first.

Luckily, it was only a couple days later that a perfect opportunity came up for Dan and Phil to put this new practice into action. The girl that Dan sat next to in english was having a party and somehow during one of their conversations about it, Dan got him and Phil invited. Most everyone from their grade was welcome, so it wasn’t the invitation itself that was a big deal but rather that it would be the perfect chance to be seen as a couple by people that they didn’t necessarily sit with at lunch.

The party was set to be the following friday (when the girl’s mom was out of town) so they still had a little time to wait. Neither of the boys minded much though as that meant they weren’t moving closer to the inevitable “breakup”, which both of them were beginning to dread for some reason. Also, it gave them more time to practise. After all, practise makes perfect.

Yet, soon enough it was the night of the party and Dan was arriving at Phil’s house to pick him up so that they could drive there. He tried to text Phil to get him to meet him in the car, but Phil texted back frantically that he still didn’t know what to wear so Dan reluctantly got out his car and made his way to Phil’s front door.

He walked in without knocking as that’s what they always did whenever they were at each other’s house - as long as the front door was unlocked they could walk right in.

“Phil,” Dan called out, as he wandered down the hallway towards Phil’s room. “Come on.” He complained. “Just pick out goddamn shirt, it’s not that hard.”

“Oh says you,” Phil swung his bedroom door open to let Dan in. “I’m sure you’ve had that outfit picked out for a week.” He wasn’t wearing a shirt yet, only his black jeans, and it seemed like all the shirts he owned were scattered on the floor.

Dan didn’t really notice the stuff on the floor though. He was too busy trying not to stare at Phil’s bare chest (and miserably failing) to really see anything else. “You’re giving me far too much credit for advance planning.” He managed to respond to Phil’s comment about his clothes.

“Oh yeah,” Phil mused, “I forgot. You’re the type of person who can do everything last minute and still manage to somehow be both flawless and on time.”

“Just barely on time,” Dan countered.

“True,” Phil smiled. Normally he had to be the one stressing out and pushing Dan along to make sure they got out the door at the right time. “What should I wear though?” Phil brought the conversation back to his predicament.

“I don’t know,” Dan shrugged, “You look good in literally anything, I don’t think you need to put this much thought into it.” He said without really thinking. “Besides, if everything goes how we want it to people will be concentrating on the fact that we’re dating more than whatever clothes you finally put on.”

“Okay, fine, if it’s that easy why don’t you just pick a shirt out for me.” Phil replied.

“Sure,” Dan looked around on the floor at all the clothes scattered there for the first time since he had walked through Phil’s bedroom door. “Wear this one.” He handed Phil a black jumper with constellations on the back.

“Of course you pick the black one,” Phil pointed out as he took it from Dan’s hands.

“You look good in black.” Dan felt almost disappointed that Phil was putting on a shirt at all, but he always looked stunning in black so that made it at least slightly better.

“I thought you said I looked good in all colours,” Phil teased, his voice muffled as he was midway putting the jumper on.

“Shut up,” Even Dan would admit that his friendly flirting was a bit more obvious tonight. “Are you ready to go now?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Phil grabbed his phone off his bed and put it in his pocket before roughly slipping on some vans that he could tie in the car. “Let’s go.” He walked out into the hallway with Dan following closely behind. “Oh and Dan,” Phil turned around so quickly that Dan almost ran into him. “For the record, you always look good in black too.”

“T-thanks.” Dan managed in reply.

“You’re welcome,” Phil smiled his normal goofy smile before turning back around and continuing towards the door.

The drive to the party didn’t take long, especially with them blasting music and singing along the whole way there. Before going in they decided that Phil would be the designated driver considering he hated the taste of beer to begin with so he wouldn’t mind the not drinking as much. They also decided that they would just do the whole kissing thing when it felt right. That was why they had practised after all, so that it would look natural when they had to do it in front of other people.

The party was full of people that they recognized from school but most of them were already more drunk than either of the boys planned on getting. There were plenty of couples making out too, so at least they wouldn’t be out of place later.

Neither of them really knew what to do but the loud music was pretty good and soon enough someone offered them drinks that they both accepted (even though Phil knew he wasn’t going to drink it, the person offering seemed excited enough that he hadn’t wanted to offend them by saying no). On the other hand, Dan was glad for the surprisingly cool beer that actually tasted pretty decent after a few sips. The taste wasn’t even important though as it helped with his nerves and that was what really mattered.

Dan wasn’t even sure why he was nervous. He didn’t have a problem with people knowing they were dating or really even with the fact that he was going to have to kiss his friend again. In fact, he was kinda looking forward to it, Phil was quite a good kisser. So why was he nervous?

“Shit” Dan muttered when he realised it.

“What?” Phil heard him even over the loud music because they had never moved more than a few inches apart since they had gotten there.

“Nothing.” Dan quickly replied.

But really everything was wrong. Because Dan wasn’t nervous. He was excited. The feeling in his stomach wasn’t one of anxiety, but rather anticipation. Dan was looking forward to being able to kiss Phil again because yeah, Phil was a fucking great kisser, but also because Dan wanted to be kissing Phil all the time, like you would do with your boyfriend. And they were boyfriends. Only none of it was real. And Dan had fucked it all up by catching feelings. Shit.

It made more sense the more he thought about it. Their friends had been right all along, Dan had been too oblvious to even notice his own feelings. God, Dan began to realise that he had had a crush on Phil forever.

But if their friends were right about him, maybe they were right about Phil too. Maybe they were right about their mutual attraction.

But Dan couldn’t let himself think that. He couldn’t give himself that shred of hope because if it turned out to be wrong he knew that he would be destroyed.

Yet Dan couldn’t bring any of these revelations up know. They were still at the party with the loud music and the now empty beer gripped in his hand. Phil was still standing next to him, their arms brushing and wait, they were holding hands? Dan didn’t remember that starting. Suddenly the room felt too hot and Phil was too close and Dan felt like the world was spinning around him.

“You alright?” Phil asked again, concern in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Dan leaned in even closer to talk to him. “Just thinking.”

“Thinking is where you run into all your problems,” Phil teased fondly, referencing the many occasions in which he had to talk Dan out of the crises he thought himself into.

“You’re right,” Dan felt like laughing. Phil was always right when it came to him. Besides, there was nothing Dan could do now and he had just discovered that he had huge crush on the person that he was supposed to be kissing soon. And for now, maybe that wasn’t a problem, because at least for now, Phil wanted to kiss him back. “Do you wanna do the thing?” He asked.

“The thing,” Phil smiled. “Yeah, I’d love to do the whole kissing thing.” His eyes crinkled around the edges.

“You’re so cute when you do that,” Dan said as he set the beer down and his hand made it’s way to the side of Phil’s face, his thumb brushing gently next to Phil’s eye, where it was lined with happiness.

“You’re just cute all the time,” Phil replied, leaning in to kiss Dan before he could respond and any words Dan might have come up with were caught in between their lips.

Dan’s eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into Phil. The loud party around them that had been making him light headed only a moment ago quickly faded away and doon Dan was feeling dizzy for a completely different reason. Because now Phil’s lips were moving against his like they had been doing this for years and fuck they should have been doing this for years. Kissing Phil felt better than anything else Dan had even done and if he could, he would kiss him for the rest of his life. Dan would stay in that crowded party with Phil’s arms wrapped around his waist with their lips moving against each other, and he could be content forever.

Unfortunately they did break apart (though it was mostly so that they could breathe). When they leaned away from each other Phil noticed how Dan’s lips were a darker shade of red than normal. He liked the way it looked. He liked the way that it was from them kissing. Knowing that it was from him felt almost better than the kissing itself.

“You’re good at this,” Phil said, not making any motion to move away from Dan. They were still close enough that he could feel Dan pressed up all against him. Phil’s hands gripped the fabric on the back of Dan’s shirt, low enough that they were practically at his jeans.

Dan wished Phil’s hands were on his jeans. “So are you.” Dan replied, tried to joke but really he couldn’t stop thinking about how fucked he was. The one beer wasn’t doing anything to calm his nerves and the realisation that everything was going to shit. And it was all because of him.

“Your lips look pretty like this,” Phil kissed him again, biting ever so gently.

Dan felt like he couldn’t breath. Everything felt like it was happening at full force and there was none of the fuzzy tinge that came from being tipsy that he desperately needed to take the edge off. Instead Phil was acting like the one with lowered inhibitions when he hadn’t touched a drink all night.

“Why do you keep flirting with me like that?” Dan asked, much more serious than made sense for being in the middle of a party where they could barely hear each other.

“Because you’re my boyfriend.” Phil smiled.

He didn’t get it. Of course he didn’t. He hadn’t caught feelings.

And instead of letting that hurt like Dan knew it would if he even processed the words at all, Dan pulled him closer and kissed him hard. Then Dan drank Phil’s beer. And they kissed some more. The no tongue allowed rule seemed like a distant memory. And after a couple more drinks everything finally seemed fuzzy. Dan stopped thinking at all.

He stopped remembering too, because when Dan woke up the next morning with the sunlight much too bright around him, the last thing he could remember doing was taking Phil’s drink.

“Oh my god, it’s so bright,” He groaned, rolling over to shove his face under the pillow.

“Good morning to you too. Glad I was already awake otherwise that would have been even more amazing to hear,” Phil pulled the pillow of Dan’s head, his voice way too happy for so early in the morning.

“No, give it back,” Dan half heartedly tried to grab it. “I need it to mute the headache.” He closed his eyes again, the aching behind his forehead seemed to be impossibly strong.

“I can get you an aspirin,” Phil was already half out of bed before Dan pulled him back.

“No,” Dan said hurriedly, “I’m sure you already took care of me enough last night. You don't need to do anything more.”

“It’s fine,” Phil had ended up almost on top Dan when he had been so quickly pulled back into the bed. “I don’t mind,” Phil gently brushed some of Dan’s curls off his forehead.

“You’re too good to me,” Dan reached up to run his thumb over Phil’s cheek. There was stubble there, and it was unfairly hot. Actually, Phil always looked like a god in the morning, and Dan was completely aware of how he must look like he crawled through a garbage heap. That wasn’t even mentioning the whole issue of how Phil was so close while looking so hot, and Dan was desperately hoping that Phil didn’t shift at all because if he did, Dan had no idea how it would explain the fact that his morning boner hadn’t gone away and in fact, had only gotten worse.

“Hey, I get some pretty good entertainment out of taking care of you when you’re drunk so there are benefits to the job,” Phil giggled, evidently remembering something that Dan didn’t.

“Oh god, I don’t even want to know.” As long as Phil was still talking to him that was enough for Dan to not worry about it too much, at least for now. “Can you get off me now? I need to go shower.”

“That’s not what you were asking me to do last night,” Phil couldn’t resist joking as he got up and moved to the other side of the bed.

“Fucking hell,” Dan shook his head as he got up. “I’m just gonna pretend you never said that.”

“Technically you were the one who said it.” Phil pointed out.

Dan just flipped him off in response as he walked out of the room.

“Love you too babe,” Phil called after him, laughing.

Two showers later (one cold: dan and one warm: phil) they decided to eat some cereal. By some miracle Dan actually wasn’t nauseous and once the aspirin kicked in he felt fine. Phil said it was all due to his impeccable skills when he took care of him but Dan quickly made him stop talking about anything to do with the night before.

“So, did you want to do anything today?” Phil asked as they were putting away dishes after breakfast.

“Mm, nothing in particular? Why, did you have something in mind?” It was only Saturday so Dan figured that any homework could be put off another day.

“No not really, maybe just some video games?” Phil suggested.

“Yeah, sure, that sounds perfect.” Dan agreed.

Truthfully Phil didn’t care what they did at all, as long it didn’t involve Dan going home. Video games were also perfect for casually banter where they didn’t have to think too much about what they said because they both knew not to take anything too seriously. Even though Dan was somehow better at most of the games, Phil didn’t mind losing. Dan’s wide smile when he teased Phil about losing was enough for him.

“Oh Phil, look who’s gonna win again,” Dan taunted. They were playing some shooting game that Dan had brought over a couple days ago, and Phil had still barely figured out the controls.

“Shut up,” Phil didn’t even glance over, concentrating on only the screen.

“Make me,” Dan looked at Phil when he said it.

But Phil was still looking forward. “You’d like that wouldn’t you.” He replied easily. It was ambiguous enough but both of them knew what was implied.

“It’s the only way you’d ever have any chance at winning.” Dan watched Phil’s face for a reaction.

“Mm, I feel like kissing would distract me just as much as you so really it doesn’t seem like much of a plan at all.” Phil didn’t even flinch when he talked about them kissing anymore. “This seems to be working much better to be honest.”

Dan looked back at the screen to see that Phil had somehow gotten more points. “Fucking hell,” he exclaimed, immediately beginning to concentrate on the game again.

So the distraction technique of kissing was forgotten, talking about it ended up being enough because Phil won that round easily.

“I deserve a celebration kiss,” Phil joked afterwards.

“Fuck no,” Dan was always a sore loser. “Rematch. That didn’t count.”

“Alright,” Phil agreed smiling. Maybe he’d let Dan win this game, at least to make him stop whining.

They continued playing video games for a while longer. After that Phil forced Dan to started on some of their weekend homework and before they knew it, it was dinner time and Dan’s phone was ringing with his mom asking him to come home for once instead of staying at the Lesters. Dan reluctantly agreed and said goodbye to Phil with a promise to be back over later if he could get away again. It was almost weird sitting his quiet room alone once Dan left, Phil had become so used to there being the two of them there.

After eating dinner with his parents, Phil decided it would be a good time to just listen to music and chill a little. It had been a long time since he had a chance to just sit and maybe doodle or something else litter while listening to some of his favourite instrumental music. Dan used to always make fun of him for not listening to songs with lyrics but overtime Phil had convinced him that they were just as good. They both especially loved songs with good piano and cello parts.

Tonight, though, Phil chose to listen to Moonlight Sonata because it was one of his favourites. Of course that was mostly because Dan would play it on the piano for him sometimes when they were over at Dan’s house. Dan would always insist that he was no good, and Phil would try to make him see how amazing he really was. Phil wanted to tell him how the chord progression made the hair on the back of his neck stand up and his chest tingle, but that seemed a little weird to say so instead Phil just said that it was beautiful, that he would listen to Dan play piano forever. And Dan would blush and turn back to playing so that he could hide it, and the playing would be the most beautiful thing that Phil had ever heard.

This song reminded him of Dan the most though, out of all the ones that Dan played. But as Phil sat doodling a little but mostly listening, he was struck by how everything reminded him of Dan. Video games, pancakes, the colour black, kissing. And no matter how much time Phil tried to spend not thinking about what the last thing on the list meant, he couldn’t seem to escape it and the “breakup” that should have a happened a long time ago.

And no matter how much he avoided it, Phil was sure that he didn’t want the breakup to happen. He had known that from practically the moment he had agreed to do this whole thing, he had just kept it buried deep enough that he didn’t have to think about what that meant. Only now without even spending any time on the matter, Phil was suddenly certain that he loved Dan as more than a friend.

With that realisation Phil could feel his mind begin to get staticy and his chest start to constrict because fuck, that wasn’t allowed to happen. The walls were crumbling around him. All the sleepovers with a bed casually shared and bowls of cereal at midnight and driving to school with the music blaring. All the close to cuddling during movies and the accidental hands brushing as the walked. It would all be gone if he messed this up.

He couldn’t mess it up.

He couldn’t breath.

Radio static. Everything was crumbling.

Breathe.

“Phil, oh Phil,” There was somebody taking his hands into theirs, undoing the fists that Phil had clenched them into. “Breathe, just breathe.” They said softly, counting along to the breathes.

And when Phil could finally think again, he saw that it was Dan, and he felt like he might cry.

“I told you I would be back over if I could,” Dan saw Phil’s confusion as to why he was there. “And I just walked in like normal, I hope that’s okay.”

Of course, Phil wanted to say, but he couldn’t quite form words yet. Instead, he offered a shaky half smile.

“God, I leave you alone for a couple hours and this happens,” Dan smiled back sadly, alternating their fingers together as he held Phil’s hand. He hated seeing Phil hurt like this. “How about I tell you a story?” He offered. “Maybe it will be a good distraction?”

Phil nodded. He desperately needed to think about something else. Dan was so good to him.

“Once upon a time,” Dan began smiling as that was kind of unnecessary but once Phil had told him that all good stories start with those four words, so Dan figured it was a good way to start. “There were two boys who were the best of friends.

They had known each other since they were so little they couldn’t even remember first meeting. Their moms told them that they had met at the park when they were babies. Or maybe they had just been born already knowing each other. Maybe they had come from the same star.

Whatever the case, they had been best friends forever. They knew each other better than they knew themselves in almost every way.

But there was one thing. It started so gradually at first that neither of them noticed. Until eventually, when they were in high school, it became hard to ignore.

Because you see, the two boys had fallen in love with each other. They were both quite dense so they didn’t realise it at first, but it had always been there. In the goodbye hugs, brushing hands, late night cuddling, and in the first time they kissed.

Once they did realise it though, everything made so much more sense and once they told each other nothing much changed but they were so much happier. They finally allowed themselves to be in love. And they lived happily ever after.” Dan looked right at Phil as he said the last part. He knew that this wasn’t really a calming down story but Dan knew Phil better than he new himself sometimes, and Dan guessed that it was exactly what Phil needed to hear.

“Do we get that ending too?” Phil asked quietly. He desperately hoped that Dan really felt that way.

“If you want.” Dan could feel his heartbeat pounding in his head as he waited for Phil to respond.

“Yeah,” Phil smiled. “I’d like that a lot.”

“Yeah?” Dan grinned, “Are you sure because-”

“I’m sure,” Phil cut him off quickly, laughing as he pulled Dan into a hug. Even though the shaking hadn’t quite gone away yet, Phil had never been more sure of anything in his entire life.

“God, I love you,” Dan said, his voice warm. It was different from all the times he had said it before but it so many ways it was still the exact same.

“Dan will you be my boyfriend? For real this time?” Phil had to ask.

“Of course.” The breakup wouldn’t have to happen now. “Would it be alright if I kissed my boyfriend?” Dan leaned back to look at Phil when he asked.

And instead of responding, Phil just pulled him closer and kissed him hard.

Dan and Phil had always been best friends, but this was undoubtedly even better.

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