#tts fan fic

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I think it's really funny that most of my issues w dp×dc fics would be immediately resolved if they were about Dan instead of Danny

(No hate to any fics that do these things btw I am just so so picky)

Jack and Maddie being awful irredeemable people? Not a risk if the fic is about Dan since he doesn't associate with them. If he did catch their ire (pre-agit) he probably genuinely did kill and replace Danny like some write the Fenton's believing

Ooc Danny who's too violent and fine with murder? That'd work wonderfully with Dan

I don't mind it but I don't care for ghost king Danny. However ghost king Dan honestly isn't that much of a leap considering he does canonically have Fright Knight working for him

-OP because he's ghost king Danny, Dan already canonically can make his own ghost portals, and could make himself appear on Valerie's watch and presumably other tech, and can duplicate, and electrocute, so on and so forth

Going to a Wayne Gala or whatever with Vlad? Works well with Danny but works incredibly well with Dan

Anyway basically what im saying here is I want to read Dan fics all the time

Bonuses, that I think are cool rather than being related to my grievances

Dan can look like his 14yr human and ghost self. And I still choose to believe he can look like his true self (as well as being able to appear as 24yr human Danny 🤔)

Honestly I don't think Dan would bother with a human identity unless forced. Maybe he needs to stay in it for an amount of time in order to stay grounded and not cease to exist bc his timeline is gone

If in the same dimension, Dan could easily know all the heroes identities, at least, know their real faces. He probably unmasked them after killing them just to see

I tend to imagine the JL w this one but Dan AND Danny being in DC is great too. I wonder how they'd explain the Dan situation. Dan could just say he's from an erased timeline. Or see how long he can convince others he's Danny's older brother or father or uncle or something

I think a plot could either be Dan just being a dramatic smug bastard OR Dan slowly learning how to heal and accept his emotions and let others in his life and become better for the people around him even if unintentionally. Or both. Especially both.Imagine.

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TEMPORARY THINGS, chapter 3

Your first few weeks on set go by in a blur of learning the ropes. You follow Briony around a lot and listen to her use words you’ve never heard, like striking and dolly grip. You learn the difference between a first assistant camera and second, though it doesn’t seem to make much sense when Maggie points around nonchalantly and gets interrupted by a joke coming from the walkie-talkie on her hip. 

It was going well! Aside from whatever whirring now thumps in your chest when Brett comes up beside you. You’re still in good impression mode for another, like, 3 weeks.

“Hi,” he says, a smile and nod when you look up to see him. “Hopefully you’re liking this lot so far?”

“So far,” you nod, appreciative of his inquiry. “But I also heard it takes a few weeks for you all to turn into divas.”

He pulls a hand to his chest in mock offense. The jacket he’s wearing belongs to his character, but the color suits him well. “I usually wait until at least halfway through!”

“Hellooo,” Maggie sidles up and smiles at both of you. Jason’s right behind her and when the four of you stand in a make-shift circle, you’re acutely aware of the way Jason angles himself toward you. 

“We’ve got a lot to get through today--wanted to have you hear all of this as well,” Jason says this to you in particular before Maggie launches into some sort of schedule. She’s listing numbers and tasks and referencing scenes by shorthand lingo that only makes half sense. 

It’s weird, you realize, that while you’re here on set and working alongside them, your job is different in almost every way: it’s focused entirely on him. Which is maybe a bad thing, seeing as your stomach still does this little flip when you notice the dimple on his cheek that you remember from Day 1. 

Lucky for you, though, most of your time on set is spent in Jason’s office. Scheduling his travel and handling his emails and pulling the strings behind the scenes so his actual job here was easier. You’re in constant contact with his manager, his nanny, even sometimes seeing messages from his ex or his friends come through before you pass them right up the ladder.

Briony pops in and out, often passing messages from Jason to you and then in return. She was the coffee kid, still young enough to be excited by that type of task and good enough to never mess up an order.

Poppy hurries by and after you commit the entire shooting schedule of the day to memory, you return to Jason’s office to actually get your work done. Today, primarily, was to be spent going through emails and calendars, plugging in meetings and finalizing his schedule for the next two weeks before filming really picked up.

But there’s a knock on the door that grabs your attention before your inbox is even open. Brendan’s there, a binder in hand and a hesitant smile when you both realize you’ve never been alone in a room together. 

“Hi,” he says a bit awkwardly. “Y’know where Jason is?”

“He was with Paul and Jenna near Rebecca’s office,” you hoped you were getting the names right, blending real people with characters in the same way that didn’t trip up the rest of them. “Anything I can help with?”

He holds your gaze for a second, almost skeptical, but then decides he’ll at least give it a shot. 

“I’m looking for a list of scenes we’re shooting today. Not the actual schedule that got sent out but the list of ones Jason wants to do if we can move more quickly than everyone thinks we can.” 

You stand from your spot on the couch and nod thoughtfully, walking towards his desk as your eyes start to scan the piles of paper. You’ve learned his system bit by bit: the pile on the left is Lasso-related but not urgent. The pile on the right is more personal, with a higher level of urgency. Work-related urgent things get put on top of his laptop, or, if he seems to think it’s really important, sometimes he takes a picture of it and emails it to himself. 

As of now you find it mostly adorable that a guy in his mid-forties is sending himself emails with picture attachments so he doesn’t forget stuff. You’ll have to give him a crash course in the reminders app at some point.

You locate the piece of paper you saw him scribbling on yesterday, the red ink of the pen he clips into his pocket smudged in the corner. Today’s scenes are listed out in the same shorthand code you’ve heard Maggie use, Jason’s chicken scratch is in the margins in red ink.

You hold it up before you look back towards Brendan. His brows are arched when you take a step over and deliver, what you assume, is exactly what he was looking for. 

He scans it. Nods. 

“Three extra scenes sounds ambitious to me,” you try to crack a joke, feeling weird about the fact that you’ve yet to bond with Brendan. 

“You can read his handwriting?” He looks up at you again, more quickly this time, surprise on his face when you nod. 

“Yes--yeah,” you stammer like this is an embarrassing admission. “Should I not be able to?”

“Jessie always complained,” he shrugs, eyes back down to the piece of paper you’d handed over. 

“It’s messy as shit but I figured if I can’t read his handwriting then we’re all fucked.”

The corner of Brendan’s mouth flicks into a smile, a tiny laugh before he salutes you in farewell and his footsteps fade down the hallway.

**

April 2022

The end of March sputtered more rain onto the London streets than you’d ever seen in Los Angeles. Maggie promised it wouldn’t be like this the whole time, but now, on the third rainy Friday in a row, you were beginning to think your friend was a liar. 

“It’s bad luck,” Jason comments as he looks out the window into his backyard, “not bad weather.”

Thunder booms overhead and the British Airways website logo keeps flickering on the page, please be patient while we locate your booking!

“You’re beginning to sound like a London apologist,” you look up at him from your laptop screen, eyebrows arched to challenge his statement. The backyard gets lit up again, the line of trees overhead is visible in the flash of lightning that cracks open the sky.

He smirks at your retort, “forgive me for not wanting you to hate the place you agreed to move.”

His hands are in his pockets but he moves to sit on the couch across from you. You showed up 20-minutes ago, laptop in tow after he heard you mention something on set about your travel plans to Amsterdam. 

“London could have been on fire and I would still have come,” you think aloud as the page blinks back to life. “Okay, here,” you sit up. “Booking 1430-3925-098, business class to Schiphol.”

“Cancel it.”

“You’re sure?” You look up at him now, finger hovering over the trackpad. 

“Positive,” he stands and nods. “Red or white?”

“Hmm?”

You click the button, Yes, I’m Sure!, but then notice he’s waiting for you to reply. 

“Wine,” he laughs. “Red or white?”

You pause, is this a test? Is having a glass of wine with him on a Friday night in his living room crossing a line? No, you decide when he holds your gaze for a moment. If it wasn’t crossing a line with Kyle or Reese or any other boss you’ve had, it’s not crossing a line with him. 

And besides, he’s not your boss, technically. 

“Red.”

He smiles at your answer and makes his way towards the kitchen. “So why would a fiery London not be a deterrent?” 

You set your laptop on the coffee table, a few steps over to stand in the doorway as he pursues his wine rack.

“Sorry?” You’re confused now, still watching when he scans the label of a bottle before he sets it on the Island. 

It was a long week. You’d been on set every morning at 6:30am. Most days you left work around 4 or 5, and Jason was good about making sure you took lunch breaks and had enough coffee and knew all the good places to hide for five minutes of quiet when the set got too crowded. 

“You said London could have been on fire and you would have moved here still,” he reminds you, his eyes watching for your reaction as you lean against the door frame. 

You nod slowly and let your eyes flutter shut in embarrassment. What’s the most professional way to say: I got dumped and fired in the span of two weeks and my life felt like a living hell, so surely London ablaze would be manageable?

You decide there isn’t one, so you bend the truth as he searches for a wine opener. “I was in desperate need of a change of scenery.”

“Christmas in LA does suck,” he nods. 

“Luckily I didn’t have to withstand that torture,” you walk over to the drawer on his right, the one that Jessie’s binder said had miscellaneous kitchen tools and utensils. You open it and pull out an opener and hand it over. “I was in New York for the holidays, left LA right after Thanksgiving.”

He opens the bottle and nods sympathetically. “Something about December in LA always feels…depressing.”

“Yeah,” you let out a breath at that word, one that circled and swirled in your brain for days and weeks before you figured out what the fuck you were going to do. Your parents were worried and your sister was three-seconds and a text message away from booking a flight out there to beat the shit of your ex, as she so kindly offered.

He pours the first glass, stealing a peek in your direction when he thinks you aren’t looking. You are. 

“So--yeah, Los Angeles, change of scenery, back to New York. Now London.” He pours his own and then brings them both over, clinks his wine glass against yours before you both take a quiet sip in the kitchen. “What on earth made you take this job?”

You smirk, sure you can’t say what pops into your mind: a new city, a penchant for spontaneity after a crisis, the chance to work for your friend’s hot boss…

“Oh god,” he laughs, taking in your expression when your cheeks flush. “Did someone make you come here? Have you been kidnapped? Forced against your will?”

“No,” you roll your eyes at his playfulness and laugh. “I just--I really needed a job and a fresh start, I guess.”

He nods in understanding, takes another sip in the quiet. “Yeah, I get that.”

You’re not sure why it suddenly comes out, honest, blunt, a thud on the fancy tile of his kitchen. 

“My boyfriend and I broke up--we lived together--then my job kind of exploded, well, Kyle’s life did too, so, Maggie took pity, I guess, when she realized my life was a shit show.”

He’s a little caught off guard by your confession, his eyebrows are slightly lifted and you can’t read: is it curiosity or concern? Like, did I hire a psychopath concern. 

But that must not be it, because when you take a loud slurp of wine to drown out the awkward silence, he swallows and nods. 

“Just because it feels like a shit show doesn’t mean it is,” he offers, a small smile before he continues. “My fiancé of a decade left me for someone 15 years younger a few years ago and then decided to give a fuck ton of interviews about it,” he smirks. “So--I get the whole shit show feeling.”

Your lips pull into a smile at his show of humanity, but then he gestures for you to follow him back to the living room. You’d known about his failed relationship, saw headlines and heard murmurs but didn’t pay much mind. You didn’t think in a few years time you’d be drinking wine on his couch on a rainy Friday.

“And now you’re single?” He asks over his shoulder, more of a follow up on your recent disclosure than the flirtation you wish it was. He sits down and you watch the way his knees knock together in khakis. 

“First time in 6 years,” you say over the rim of your glass, returning to your spot on the sofa. 

He’s watching you, like you’re throwing him off somehow or he’s intrigued. You realize you like it.

And then you remember why you’re here, tonight, in the first place: Amsterdam. The location shoot for the temp gig. Your temp gig job. Your job, him sitting across the room from you as not the man who writes your checks but still the one who generates them. Your laptop on the coffee table pulls you back to reality. You should probably not flirt with him.

“It’s canceled,” you nod towards the computer and then lift your Apple Watch as proof. “Confirmation email came through a few minutes ago.”

He shakes his head but smiles. “I can’t believe you thought I’d make you fly business class if I’m on a jet!”

You remember Maggie’s words from January, facetime a thousand miles away. Something along the lines of he’s amazing, Y/N, he’s so chill!

“You’d be really disappointed to hear what it’s like to work for Tom Cruise, then.”

He laughs, shifts on the couch and takes another sip. “I think it’s really shitty when people treat their EAs like regular assistants,” he shrugs. “Here’s this person who manages your whole life…arguably that means you’re more competent than I am,” he thinks aloud, a playful glance in your direction. A compliment? Maybe. Flirting? You hope.

Is that shitty? Is that weird and inappropriate or—worst of all—are you fully delusional? 

“I’m going to pocket that for future reference,” you admit with a smirk. 

He sips his wine and smiles, eyes you seriously from behind the glasses he puts on at the end of the day. “Just…know from here on out that you can book yourself as nice of a hotel room as you want, you know, within reason.”

You let your eyes bug out of your head. “Reason, like, the Presidential Suite at a Ritz Carlton, or?”

“Jesus,” a short laugh escapes, a comedic hint of suspicion is his eyes after he checks a text on his phone. “Maggie wasn’t kidding when she said you’ve been primarily A-list.”

“I would never,” you call back, a quick confession to make sure he knows you’re not that type of…employee? Temp? Whatever.

“Great, but still--we’re there for work, but you deserve to enjoy Amsterdam,” he gestures toward your laptop, like the British Airways website itself was a symbol of the upcoming business trip. 

Maggie’s been excited for weeks. She babbled about it in the car on the way from Heathrow and Poppy’s been shouting out nightclubs and restaurants and places she wants to go most mornings in the makeup trailer. 

You’ve never been to Amsterdam, but you’re excited nonetheless for a chance to see a new city in a new country. The last time you and Maggie were in Europe together was on your study abroad trip when you were both 21. Now it’s ten years later.

She bounces in one April morning to Poppy’s trailer while you’re sipping a hot coffee. One from the catering table because the one you sipped on your way here wasn’t enough. 

“You’re exactly who I wanted to see,” her face lights up when she spots you in a chair beside Juno. 

“Good morning,” you coo, grateful that Poppy’s trailer has become a bit of reprieve for you. You were right, a few weeks ago when you went out for your first Friday in London: Maggie and Poppy are tight, Juno and Briony and Hannah and the rest of the make up crew seem to be their own little friend group within the larger cast and crew. Ladies who stuck together.

Luckily, you were beginning to feel like a part of it. 

“I’m thinking pubs and clubs,” she dumps a tote bag on the counter, contents spill out but Poppy doesn’t seem to mind. 

“What?”

“We need to start planning for Amsterdam, babe.”

“It’s a work trip, babe,” you remind her with narrowed eyes, a quick glance around the room to see if anyone else was aware of Maggie’s scheming. 

“Work trip, hah!” Juno pipes up from her chair. She’s got curlers in, eyes still sleepy since the sun’s just made it above the horizon. “Someone tell Y/N about Lasso work trips.”

“Work trips,” Poppy turns to see you--she’s getting a palette ready for Juno, all of her brushes and tubes of lip gloss are organized sociopathically by color, size, and brand. “Are only half work.”

A woman after your own heart, though the results of your organizing episodes usually only last a few weeks. 

“Half work? How does that…work?” You ask, thankful that you don’t have to get mascara swiped on your lashes before your eyes are fully open. 

“We shoot long days and we’re busy,” Maggie nods honestly, she’s strapping her walkie-talkie onto her waist, snaking the wire of her headset up and behind her ear. “But when work is over, it’s playtime.”

You watch your oldest friend closely. “Sounds oddly sexual,” you comment around another slurp of coffee. 

“It can be sexual if you want it to be,” Maggie wiggles her eyebrows now. “If you’re feeling up for getting down and dirty!”

Oh boy. You blink at her a few times, memories of your last trip to Europe come flooding back. Maggie writing your number on the bathroom stall of a club in Rome, encouragement at every hour of the day to get loose and get laid. Unfortunately for you, this trip might be oddly reminiscent. 

“Yeah?” This pique’s Juno’s interest. “Someone in need of a little hanky-panky?”

They all giggle, you choke down more coffee but wipe your mouth when there’s a knock on the door. It opens, the whole trailer goes quiet when Jason’s on the other side.

“Morning,” he nods, a few steps in before he slinks down to the chair next to Poppy with an amused smile. “You know the gossip’s good when it goes completely silent.”

“Not gossip,” Maggie locks eyes with you in the mirror and smirks. “Just some chatter about Y/N’s lack of a love life,” she smiles, an apologetic but excited one.

“I work more than I sleep,” you defend loud enough for the whole trailer to hear—-all six of you in there.

True. Until, about, six months ago.

“Lack?” Jason’s eyebrows are arched in the mirror.

You hope Maggie doesn’t see the way your cheeks flush, a moment where his eyes find yours in the reflection above Poppy’s drawers and drawers of makeup. You wish you could vanish into thin air.

How—in only a few weeks—does it feel like you and Jason are in on your own little secret? 

“This is only my second cup of coffee so why don’t we talk about Maggie’s childhood obsession with webkinz?” You propose, a loud slurp and a ghoulish look in her direction to show her you mean business.

You had just as many years of ammunition as she did. If embarrassing each other was the goal, you could at least play the game. 

“Weren’t you a bit old for that, babe?” Poppy asks with a teasing smile, fingers focused on the curlers in Juno’s hair. 

“I didn’t give a shit that I was 16 and still into it,” Maggie defends, a dismissive eye roll when she picks up her phone from the counter. “The heart wants what it wants.”

A dodged bullet, for sure. You’re able to excuse yourself shortly thereafter to make sure Jason’s got what he needs for the day. Briony did the check of his office, grabbed breakfast and delivered a bagel to the makeup trailer. Which means you’re free to move about in search of the people you need today.

Joan from the location department, Tom from Post-Production—Maggie said he’d be easy to find because he always wears hats but is impeccably bald. 

You get the write-up you need from Joan and that’s when Briony falls into step beside you. She shows you the way down the maze of halls and through the lot to an office where Tom sits at a desk. Once you’ve got what you need from him (a firm answer to a question of Jason’s he’s been dodging all week), Briony sits with you on the sidelines of a scene in the locker room. 

Jason, Phil, Brendan, and Brett are shooting, the set’s loud before someone calls for quiet. 

Briony silently breaks her granola bar in half and offers you some, Greg--who works in sound--offers you both a warning glare: I better not hear rubbish. 

So you munch quietly side by side, feeling somewhat mesmerized by the way that when the camera’s rolling, Jason and his scene partners feel like the only people in the room. The scripted jokes they’re cracking are so good, it makes you regret never finishing season 1. 

You don’t remember finding him nearly as attractive back then as you do now, sitting behind the cameras and the boom, a walkie-talkie on your own hip and a pit in your stomach when you realize this isn’t even a thought you should be having.

But you can’t help that warmth pools in your belly when he rolls up his sleeves or laughs from across the room. Okay, so, maybe this isn’t just jet lag. 

CUT!--the room buzzes back into motion, Maggie’s zipping around the set and shouts to Greg, can we start again at line 47? Poppy goes to powder Brendan’s forehead, Briony’s on her feet and then the whole thing starts again. 

That happens another three times before there’s actually a break. Props weren’t delivered on time and so a different scene is getting staged but it doesn’t mean much to you. You’ve checked your own inbox eight times today and Jason’s twelve. 

But today was quiet. Showing up and making a stellar impression in the first few weeks was definitely a good thing, but had you been…too productive? Had you accidentally fucked yourself over because now you’re sitting here looking like a moron because you didn’t have something to do?

You booked a zoo tour for him and his kids next month, finalized the rest of his schedule for this week, arranged his travel to see friends in Spain later this summer. You’d organized his home office last week, updated his business accounts spreadsheet and even managed to book him an appointment with an eye doctor after he told you it’d been three years (ridiculous). 

Jason walks up and says something to Greg, who’s pretending to give Briony shit about the granola bar. Briony’s smiling up at him like he’s just told her Christmas is coming early.

“Hey,” you greet Jason with a smile, hand him his cell phone that’s been tucked into the bum bag around your shoulders. 

“I saw the tickets to the zoo at Battersea Park--thanks for putting that together.”

You nod, glad you were able to come up with something he could do with his kids next weekend when they’d be in town. An advertisement on the tube is what led you to buying three tickets on a whim, just in case.

You smile and look to your left, for some reason nervous that someone will see how awkward you’re being and misread it. It doesn’t matter, though, because he reaches forward and his hand’s on your elbow in a way that makes your face feel warm. 

“I mean it,” he says, a nod to himself and to you, one that lets you know he’s touched by the gesture. 

“Yes, yeah, sure,” you nod like an idiot, immediately embarrassed by the way his touch leaves your mouth unable to form consonants or vowels.

“Jason, go talk to Mark about camera angles,” Maggie appears and slaps him on the shoulder, a smile on her face when she playfully barks the order. 

Phil’s hand is outstretched suddenly, a reminder that time on set moved faster than anywhere else. “Y/N, could you take a picture of me in this for my mum?” 

You accept the phone and snap a photo, Maggie’s answering a text and then gets tugged away by a PA.

You turn to face Jason when Phil walks away, you’re ready for a request or a task or anything. But he just holds your gaze for a second, a pleased smirk spreads across his face. 

“Anything I can get you?”

He shrugs, “I’m good.”

It dawns on you, right then, that he walked over here to talk to you. Well, maybe not you. Maybe you were just in his way. Maybe he was looking for someone else but he saw you and it reminded him to say thanks. 

But either way, right now it’s just you and Jason standing here and it feels good to think that maybe he just likes being around you. Maybe the smirk on his face is because he sees the way your brain is short-circuiting. Luckily, he pulls you out of your crisis. 

“Can you come to my trailer later, around 3? Before I have to help them shoot at Keeley’s office later? I can text you.”

You’re nodding and agreeing to it as you visualize your own calendar in your head. You’re supposed to get off at 4pm today, an evening to yourself and the idea of a glass of wine on the couch sounds especially nice now that you’ve realized your social skills are such shit. 

“Perfect, great,” he says. “Apparently I have to go talk to Mark.”

You nod, he nods, and then he turns to leave you by the huddle of sound guys handling wires and knobs. You meet him in his trailer and handle the emails and errands he needs, grab a tea on the way home and you’re in the door at 4:49pm--and that’s with afternoon traffic. 

London’s been sunny this week, you had wine with Maggie and Brett and Phil one night and you didn’t feel new. You felt normal.

Winter was fading into spring over the last ten days, it was starting to feel like you were your own little piece in the big puzzle you got thrown into. Brendan knew he could always count on you to laugh at his jokes--especially and specifically when they were aimed at Jason. Brett knows your childhood nickname and threatens to tell Phil every time you get dangerously close to calling him out for flirting with Maggie. 

You don’t always feel like a transplant anymore, you feel like someone who’s starting to have a place. A tiny one, maybe off in the corner, but still, a place.

And when you left Jason’s trailer that afternoon, you thought it’d be the last time you saw him. 

So, naturally, your eyes go wide when you find him beneath the light of your front door this evening. You’re in a sweatshirt and bike shorts, completely unprepared for company. 

“Hi!” he says quickly, almost like he’s startled by the opening of the door, like he didn’t know if you’d be home or expected someone else on the other side of the knob. There’s a smile on his face that mirrors yours almost immediately. “Hey, sorry—to just show up here, like this.”

“How do you know where I live?” You narrow your eyes, a teasing but confident tone. All that does is give him a cheerful smugness that you regret immediately, one that makes his eyes scan your face before he shrugs.

“I know I’m not your boss, but I’m, like, not not your boss at the same time.”

You hold back a laugh and watch him, “what a blurred and confusing boundary…”

He smiles, “Which, all I mean by that is that Maggie sent the listing to me when she found it, I’ve actually known where you live since before you lived here,” he admits casually.

“Got it,” you step aside and he comes in, shuts the door behind himself before he meets your eyes again. 

“How are you?” You ask, intrigued by his surprise visit but also not wanting to scare him off. You like the way he’s looking at you, your heart does a flip at the thought that he wants to be around you. Just like earlier today. Fuck.

“I’m good,” he says, you walk towards the kitchen and wave a bottle of wine in the air and he nods. “I got stuck late at work, I was walking and it started to rain.”

“You live like, two minutes from here…” you’re smiling despite the challenging statement, you grab a glass from an overhead cabinet.

He shrugs when he slinks into a barstool at your counter, apparently unfazed by your accusation when he comes off it easily: “yeah, I just wanted to say hi.”

You reach for a glass in the cupboard overhead and tease him over your shoulder. “Curious to see how Maggie allocated the living stipend?”

He sits up straighter now and plays into the bit, pushing his lips out in thought when he looks around your open concept kitchen and living room. “That and…”

He looks around the room again, his words hang in the air as he buys time. But his hair’s a mess and his watch isn’t on--so you know something’s up.

It clicks. He’s got something on his mind or something and he’s…trying to talk about it? To you? 

Men! Sheesh. You try to relax your forehead as you pour him a glass so your confusion and shock isn’t misread as displeasure. Realistically, you’re touched he feels comfortable enough and the thumping in your chest is a dead giveaway if he can hear it when you deliver the wine.

“Shit day?” You ask, watching as his fingers wrap around the step. He takes a sip and shrugs. 

“Yeah, shit day…shit month, shit year.”

You giggle into your own glass, take your first sip before nodding. “I know the feeling.”

“No, I shouldn’t--” he pauses and stumbles for a second, “I don’t mean to complain or sound like a dick.”

You shrug and offer a smirk. “You’re not a dick if you have a human emotion.”

He nods, watches the wine in his glass as a smirk crawls onto his face. He looks up at you. “My ex could argue that statement for two hours.”

“Could she?” You smile, nodding when you tell him: “I’m a pretty patient person.”

“Are you?” 

“I am,” you laugh, “I like to think so.”

He lets out a tiny laugh at your comment, quiet for a second before he lets out an exhale. “I’m just stressed, really. Being showrunner this season is harder than I thought and it’s not even hard, it’s just more than I’m used to.”

You nod immediately. That makes sense and you see the fatigue on his face. You’d heard Maggie talk about it before: long hours, late nights, location shoots, freezing days, rewrites and props changes. TV wasn’t easy and you were already aware of that, only a few weeks in.

“I get that—but I think it’s normal to notice the learning curve when you’re doing something new.” 

He nods, accepts it and holds his breath for a second. “Yeah, that’s…a good way to say it.”

He smiles at you softly, eyes coming up to meet yours quickly before he shrugs. “I know I’ll survive, it’s just—been a rough go of it, lately.” 

“So what’s your release?” You ask.

His brows furrow together and the crease in his forehead lights something up inside you.

He says it like this hasn’t occurred to him at all. “My release?”

“How are you dealing with your stress?” 

The confusion on his face turns into amusement when the corner of his mouth twitches toward your ceiling. 

“So, nothing?”

He laughs. “I hadn’t thought about—doing anything, really.”

“Men,” you roll your eyes, moving towards the couch with your wine in hand. “The wine’s a nice place to start, but certainly not enough.”

He makes a face for a second, like he’s judging himself or imagining the terrible things you must think about him now that you’ve heard his feelings, but he stands to follow and listens intently when you almost open up.

“When my boyfriend dumped me and Kyle let me go, I stayed in bed for a good…two weeks,” you admit, a grimace on your face because you know it makes you sound like a loser. “But then my sister suggested I go to a rage room and it was amazing.”

“A rage room?” He laughs. “One of those places where you just break shit?”

“Smashing a TV to pieces is surprisingly therapeutic,” you tell him seriously.

He thinks on it for a second, nodding like he’s giving it real thought when he plucks at his lower lip. You can see the smirk he’s fighting, a sip of wine when your eyes dare him to say whatever he’s thinking.

“You don’t have to tell me--”

“But,” you say at the same time as he says it. A flash of embarrassment on his face when you raise your brows, reading him like a book,  just spit it out. 

“Why’d you get fired?”

Right. You knew it would come up at some point and even if Jason wasn’t really your boss, he definitely had the right to be curious. 

“I only ask because I read her reference letter--she loves you.”

“She does love me,” you nod. “But she was having family issues and I wanted a raise and then I found out that her daughter was sleeping with my boyfriend.”

His lips form an ‘o’ involuntarily, the response you got from most people when they hear how the dominoes all fell at the same time.

“Yeah,” you shrug. “Fired might be a strong word, but, certainly how it felt.”

“Well, her loss,” he nods confidently. “I’ve seen the way you organized my desk drawers and it’s either witchcraft or psychoticism and I’m okay with either if it’s always this easy to find shit.”

“I’ll keep it up then,” you smile and take another sip. 

“Sorry to just…show up, by the way,” he looks down at his own glass in hand, “and drink your wine.”

You had been looking forward to a shower and a night of watching trashy reality TV (though now you’d sworn off all of the Real Housewives). Other than that, your night was likely to consist of facetiming your mom and plucking your eyebrows. 

Jason sitting at your counter with a smirk on his face didn’t bother you at all, but you certainly couldn’t tell him you were flattered that he came here.

You nodded to let him know it was no nuisance. “I’m always up for a glass of wine and talking you off the ledge.”

“That shouldn’t be part of your job description, though.”

“Do you know how many times I listened to Kyle complain about her friends or had to send gift baskets to them after fights?”

“I’m guessing a lot?”

“You venting about work stress is a walk in the park,” you reassure.

“Well, I’m glad,” he says solemnly, a moment when he holds your eyes and you feel your cheeks get warm. 

You clear your throat, don’t be stupid, and force out a joke to act like whatever moment this was wasn’t problematic or weird or worse, enticing.

“So unless you have a daughter that will sleep with my boyfriend, we’re probably good.”

“My daughter’s seven,” a beat when he shrugs a single shoulder. “And you don’t have a boyfriend.”

You take a loud slurp from your wine--partly for comedic effect and party out of your own awkwardness--and smirk over the rim to match his. “Right.”

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AN: WOW! HI! It's been a hot minute. I'm so glad to be posting this chappie and so appreciative of everyone's patience as my life evolves and writing has taken up a smaller portion of my time. I would love love love to hear what you think of this chapter and the story so far, I've been writing a lot the last few days as feb turns into march and I'm excited to share more!!!!

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[quillium]

Heya! This isn't really an "ask you"- haha. But I just wanted to write to you- for quite a bit honestly. First of all, I hope you're well. The first piece of work I've read of yours was "Ben & May's". I absolutely loved it. I read it way back in 2020. I was 15 years old, kinda angry at the world lmao. But I found my solace in reading and writing stuff by strangers on the internet. I commented on your story- which in fact was one of the first and only times I ever bothered interacting with someone online. I don't know why, but reading your story made me warm. Warm to the core. And I wanted to share my own story! About how I related to an incident in the fic, because I snuck out of my house with a broken arm to participate in the science fair at school. You responded sometime later and congratulated me and told me to take care of myself. And you said something else too. It might have been in a joking way but you said something along the lines of "You're literally Peter Parker lmao". I don't know why but that really stuck with me. Peter Parker is a character I grew up worshipping, I'd read all the comics and watch every show with him in it with my dad. I've always loved school and learning new things, but it was always hard for me to find confidence. My dad and I are pretty tight but I can't say the same for me and my mom. And for a great chunk of my life, I've had to live with her, which didn't exactly yield the greatest upbringing (which you can probably tell by the way I'm writing to you now haha). So when someone even humouredly made that comparison- I was super taken aback. Super doubtful. But I was awestruck too. I've never been complimented before- in such a meaningful way from anyone other than my dad (that has since changed thankfully, but at the time young me was still recovering from huge life changes). So it really got me to take a good look at my life and actually embrace being who I wanted to be. I started picking up stuff at school again, and I made friends. I started writing. I hung out with my dad more- of course, watched so much Spiderman and read so many comics. I managed to graduate high school early. Now I'm at university. I graduate soon. I took up Biology and Chemical Engineering. And I'm happy. I never really forgot you, or your writing which gave me so much comfort. I logged back on AO3 recently and was super happy to still see you writing. I just knew I had to reach out. Now I apologize if this is like weird, but I just had to put this out there. Thank you, really- thank you for your warm response and the art you put into the world. I don't think you'd even remember my comment on your work or this small interaction, but to me, it made a whole lot of difference. I really hope you're well, and continue to be. I can't believe I made a tumblr account just for this qwq XOXO

BRO I REMEMBER YOU. When your comment came in, I was 17-years-old, living more in the world of my writing than reality, right about to enter university, and even if I was half-joking I was also low-key dead serious that you were literally Peter Parker. I was, and continue to be, incredibly impressed by you. I think I might have told my sister about you in a sort of like, dang, there are some brilliant and crazy people in the world, and they're reading my fics for some reason sort of way.

I'm doing very well! I've grown closer to my family, built lovely friendships, and am also set to graduate university (perhaps predictably, I'm a literature major). As weird as this might sound in turn, a great deal of my confidence and growth was built by comments like yours. There's nothing half as sweet as the portion of someone's life given to you because they saw a bit of their story in yours, and that glimpse of someone else's reality opens up the possibilities for mine. No matter the wonderful little interaction we had, it has been meaningful and a pleasure for me. You've given me a great deal of warmth as well.

Congratulations on the rebuilt confidence, the new things you've learned, the friends you've made, your seriously incredible academic achievements, and the many other delights that I'm sure you've attained. You really have worked diligently, relaxed peacefully (I hope!), and lived wonderfully. Good job, and I hope you continue to live well <3

[kazinsblog]

I always wanted to write a Rain Code fic. I’ve been brainstorming the story structure and working on CH1. I might put it here or on Ao3.

I’ve been rewatching Desuhikos DLC and I’ve been thinking… What if Yuma was a phantom thief stealing items Enyne requests and hidden evidence to catch criminals?

Yuma’s still a WDO trainee and works at the NDA, he just took on another side job as a phantom thief.

The current lore is Yuma just finished making a pact with Shinigami but before he could get on the Amaterasu Express Yuma was knocked out and he was already in Kanai Ward when he woke up. Shinigami quickly tells Yuma the Book of Death is gone, and he needs to get it back as soon as possible. Then, he runs into Desuhiko and Enyne, witnessing the Nine-tailed cat steal something from the museum.

Tbh I’m still working on it XD however ! I do have a sketch

[phantomdoofer]

New chapter is complete! Just need time to edit it to for Tumblr...

[rta-user-2025]

Short fanfic in Pre-Season 1 of Tangled the series - Phantom pain

While Marcellus slept gently and snored softly in the bed, he pulled the blanket over himself. He absorbed the trauma, swallowing the pain before he could feel the sensation of pain since his left leg was cut off from the "punishment" 3 years ago when he was 13 by his parents who pretty much took his mobility to walk which is not physically part of the body anymore, he still 16 and a half years old it was as if the very fabric of his reality was stretching and pulling at the missing limb, a relentless reminder of what once was. Despite the peacefulness of the room, the phantom pain felt like a wild animal, clawing at him from the inside out. He gritted his teeth, punching his pillow. This isn't the first time he felt the pain after having his leg cut off by his "parents". He would often feel the phantom pain, as he wouldn't be able to think right without the sensation of the pain of his absent left leg.

He sheds into tears of anguish and pain, the male muffled in the pillow till a door creaked open and it was Varian who held a lit candle. The male absorbed the pain so much that he couldn't turn around without hissing.

Varian: "Marcus, you okay?" he approached the male and asked him by shaking his shoulder.

Marcellus *Moaned*: "Augh..." he opened his eyes a little. "..."

Varian: "Is it the pain from losing a leg, you did say you have phantom pain? Did ya?" he questioned.

Marcellus: "Y-Ye-s." he nods. "Cl-ose t-to th-at."

Varian: "..."

Marcellus *Clears his throat*: "Ever since my leg was cut off, by my "parents" as a punishment for coming home late, which was a bad start. I frequently felt the sensation of pain from losing a leg, that's the whole phantom pain thing." his voice was light and stained. As the prosthetic leg was beside his bed.

Varian *Sits on the bedside as he stares at him with a frown on his face*: "I know you're struggling with this because you've lost the ability to walk because your original left leg was cut off, I know it can be hard for you to feel pain from something that you've lost. But I'm here for you! So, let me help you with that."

Marcellus *Gripped the boy's hand as he gritted his teeth, the pain was unbearable*: "Make it stop," he spoke in hoarse.

Varian: "I am a genius but even then, I can't take away the pain. I might help you cope with it, besides I made the cream that might ease the pain a little and I created it when you didn't notice it." he stood up and went to grab the painkillers and water and the cream. "Do you wanna apply it yourself or I do it?" the boy brings the glass and the pill to Marcellus, as he swallows them with a gulp of water.

Marcellus: "Thanks," he nervously laughed. "But you apply it," he shook his head at the question, he needed Varian's help.

Varian: "Okay." he applied the cream on the left stump with a gentle stroke, as the male's worry was wavering as the coolness of the cream brought a slight relief. After a while, Marcellus was a little relaxed. "How about I cheer you up, you kinda looked stressed. Can you breathe?"

Marcellus: "Sure." he nods. "Thanks," he murmured as his voice hoarse from the effort of holding back his pain. He inhaled and exhaled 3 times till he was calmed down enough.

Varian *Smiles*: "No problem, so how about w-" he was cut to know that it's been 3 months ever since Marcellus got adopted by his dad and stayed with his dad and him, and Varian still doesn't have something that can cheer him up besides the mere mention of lab. Varian grimaces at the sight of Marcellus, he has to do something other than take him to the lab. "How about I read you a book?"

Marcellus: "Which book?"

Varian: "You know, a book my dad read when I was a child." he scans through the shelf and spots a book that his dad used to read to him as a child. "This book holds a special place in my heart," he climbs on the bed and crawls under it.

Marcellus: "A title?" he tucked at Varian's sleeve.

Varian: "Algebra." he chose the book, and opened it. "Now, this page is interesting." he points his index finger at the page.

Marcellus: "Oh...."

Varian: "If (n = 2k + 1) then an + bn = (a + b)(an-1 an-2b+an-3b2…- bn-2a + bn-1)"

Marcellus: "?"

Varian: "That's an odd number don't you think?"

Marcellus: "Yeah?" his head rested on Varian's shoulder, "Pretty odd."

Varian: "Heh, so Marcellus. Since I had nothing to do since I did all the things for the day. Why not we just rest," he puts the book and cream on the nightstand, as he fluffies the pillows and Marcellus drifts off into a quiet slumber and snored softly in bed. "Heh, he is already fast asleep."

[lefemmerougewriter]

Update!

Over the last couple days I have been working on my Catsandra fic (the first of its kind on AO3 apparently) and hope to finish it in the coming week.

[denaerystargaryen]

𝕺𝖋 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕱𝖎𝖗𝖊 ─ a hotd/f&b fanfiction. it tells a story of vaemma velaryon (oc) and aemond targaryen and takes place during the dance of dragons au.

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❝whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same❞

when the world of their youth collapses around them, a sea dragon princess and an one eye-prince are forced to struggle with their inner and familial demons on their own. it's the sudden reunion of their family that allows them to form an unexpected but deep connection, which slowly turns into something bigger than themselves. in the mids of family disputes, generational grudges and a final attempt to mend broken bridges of the past, vaemma velaryon and aemond targaryen are forced to make impossible decisions.

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— ao3.

— tiktok.

— pinterest.

— playlist.

[rateelism]

HOLY SHIT THE DOD TAG ON AO3 IS ALMOST AT 60 FICS we are so partying

[moonlight1110]

Needy bf!Simon Coming Home from Deployment

Bf!Simon x Reader thoughts bc it's been a hot min since I last posted :')

Tags: afab!reader, smut, NSFW, far from canon Simon, not proofread, no reader dialogue, quick read

Notes: just thought I'd try to post something small, I can't for the life of me come up with a solid plot for a fic TT but I hope y'all enjoy these little drabbles

Bf!Simon is always rather quiet the first few days of being home from deployment. He needs his relaxation after a long few months of being away and needs that time to reacquaint himself with the home you two share.

He will eat dinner with you, chat and help with the chores but he goes straight to bed when he's done, quickly falling asleep even before you could get the chance to say goodnight or cuddle.

The first few days are always a bit of a rollercoaster, but you're used to it at this point, and he appreciates that even though he doesn't voice it out.

One night though, when you joined him in bed after a quick shower to freshen up, he wasn't asleep like he was the past few days after coming home, this was made evident when you had suddenly felt his strong arms wrap around your midsection, his chest pressed against your back as he held you close.

"Love..." He mumbled, his hot breath fanning over your nape as he began to press gentle kisses against your skin, his hands slowly roaming over your clothed body, splaying over your belly as he pressed himself closer.

"Missed you so much..." He mumbled, his voice low and gravelly all the while gently trailing his hand lower, caressing the soft skin of your thighs as his hand travelled beneath the silk fabric of your nightgown.

He was driven by the way you gasped and whimpered from his touch, his lips ever so gentle as his kisses trailed to your shoulders, taking the strap of your nightgown between his teeth as he gently pulled it down, leaving your skin exposed.

Simon wasted no time, not in any mood to tease. All he wanted to do was feel you against him, feel your skin against his own and claim you again. He was a man starved, though he didn't outwardly show it.

"M'sorry... That I haven't been loving you the way you deserve, pretty girl... Just needed some time to rest..." He explained, his words muffled slightly as he pressed kisses on your skin, whispering promises of pleasure and praise in your ear.

He gently cupped your mound beneath the nightgown, earning him a gasp from your lips which made him groan in satisfaction as he gently rubbed his fingers over your clothed pussy, feeling your heat even through the fabric.

His free hand trailed up until he reached the top of your nightgown, pulling it down to free your breasts. He wasted no time in cupping one in his hand, humming in satisfaction as he felt the weight of the plump breast in his palm.

"Beautiful..." He whispered, his breath against your ear as he gently rolled your sensitive nipple beneath his thumb, pinching it and caressing it with a gentleness he always had with you.

Meanwhile, his other hand lowered itself, sliding past the waistband of your underwear, his fingers immediately finding your clit and rolling it between his middle and ring finger, coating them with your slick.

"Can't fuck you the way y'need tonight, baby... But I promise I'll make it up to you..." He whispered against the shell of your ear, his hands working in tandem to bring you pleasure with slow and languid motions, his rough hands adding a layer of pleasurable texture against your sensitive clit.

The hand that was on your breast had moved lower, gently lifting your leg up to allow for more access as his fingers teased at your entrance, swirling around the throbbing muscles.

"Gonna take care of you, baby... You're so gorgeous like this... All mine..." He promised, his words quiet and rough against your skin as he slowly pushed two fingers inside your aching pussy. The feeling made you groan, toes curling at how unfamiliar they felt from being away from him for so long.

"That's it, pretty girl... Just relax and let me in... Missed this pretty pussy, baby... Missed being inside you..." He whispered, planting gentle kisses all across your skin as he began to stretch you open on his fingers, spreading your walls slowly to prepare you.

You could feel his growing bulge behind you, pressing against your ass as he fucked you on his fingers but you knew he'd be saving it for when he was ready enough to fuck you properly, for now, he was focused on using his fingers.

"Good girl... Taking my fingers so fucking good... Need to stretch you open before I fuck you tomorrow, baby... I promise I'll make you feel like I never left..."

[bakanokiwami]

[2024] TOP 20 PODCASTS ON AO3 FOUND IN FANDOMS > OTHER MEDIA

To make this ranking, all series titles in Other Media were copy-pasted to Google Sheets, rearranged according to number of fanworks, and then manually filtered since not all podcasts were marked as such.

The numbers under each rank indicate how much they rose/fell in the rankings based on last year's (Nov. 24, 2023) rankings, which can be found here. NEW means it's their first time entering in the top 20. The gray numbers in parenthesis indicate how much fanworks it gained since last year.

The data for this year and last year's rankings were taken while logged in, so lcoked fanworks are included in the count.

A few web series like Critical Role and Dimensions 20 released audio-only versions of their works too, but I left them out since they were listed was a web series on ao3 and more known as one too.

All nonfiction podcasts have also been excluded (Not that there were many), because with RPFs, it’s hard to tell if the fic in question is just based on the podcast or because of the things the person has done outside of it.

Stella Firma ranks 21st in the rankings this year, dropping 5 places from last year. (Figured they deserve a special mention since The Magnus Protocol is technically under The Magnus Archives).

Still keeping A. Walker, et. al. as is for the f@tt fans.😂❤

Thanks for understanding and hopefully I didn’t mess up anywhere! 🙏

ETA: Typo at Rank 15! Campaign dropped 1 rank, not 3. Sorry about that!

[idkthisisjustforfanfic]

TEMPORARY THINGS

Y/N lands a temp gig and Jason's kind of a hot mess *paused*

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4 - coming soon

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[renranram]

Is there any chance you could make a jschlatt x streamer reader 1shot where she admits she has a small thing for jschlatt on her stream because her viewers asked if she had a crush on any streamers she watches and jschlatt happens to be watching her stream because hes a fan of her🤭 i think its such a nice fic concept :))

Crush

sfw

fem!reader x schlatt

basically the submission hehe

" chat, i am not smashing tommyinit, he's a child! " you roll your eyes as drag the photo of tommy at the 'pass' side

you've been playing smash or pass with your twitch chat for a few minutes now, ' but he's 20 now ' ' he's a grown man ' ' he's a grown man with a husband and a girlfriend ' your chat spams

" well... during my time, he was a child, " you reply, dramatically rolling your eyes as you lean back your seat, talking about your dsmp phase

" but in all seriousness, id still pass him, he's literally like my little brother chat, dont be weird " you chuckle as you scroll to the next option, wilbur fucking soot, you pause, staring dead into the camera

before dragging the thing's photo out of the frame, you let the silence sink in as you glance at your twitch chat

poggerina; o7

y/n4lyfersmwa; mb guys he got out of his leash

bhielatkiffy; WHY IS THE BRIGHTON BITER THERE 😦😦😦😦

you read as you chuckle, " ... anyways.. " you added, scrolling down as a tts donation caught your attention,

y/nsfavkitten donated $15, ' hello y/nn, just wondering if you had any small crush on an old dsmp member? ' the tts reads out

as you shift on your seat, " a small crush? " you repeat, before chuckling, " well.. if you donate another 100 ill tell you " you play it off as a joke

and continue on with the game, you put charlie in smash, ted in smash, jack in pass ( banter ), niki in smash, until the donator actually donated a $100, taking you in surprise

" oh my fucking god, y/nsfavkitten, i was just joking " you chuckle, " should i give you a refund? " you offer, not thinking it'd be serious

y/nsfavkitten: nononono but can you answer my last question? :3

you pause sighing out, before nodding, " for you y/nsfavkitten, fine, i did have a small crush, like a veryyy small crush on someone there " you confess as you can see your chat speeds up

akh1rah_1r: WHO

y/nluvsme: WHO???

jojosiwayouscareme: HELP WHO??

numberoneschlaggot: no way dont tell me you liked dream

" ewww " you squirm, chuckling as you shake your head, " ... i used to have a thing for schlatt " you confess

mitskimybeloved: AHH I CALLED IT

immacomebacklikeaboomerang: ship

renranram : Y/N X SCHLATT CANON FR

you groan out, as you chuckle, " guys dont make it weird " you mumble, a faint blush on your cheek as you shifted on your seat

meanwhile schlatt on the other hand wanted to do backflips, like genuinely, he was like a monkey getting excited over a piece banana

and he thought, why not shoot his shot,

@.jschlatt • 1 minute

same i ship it too, @.y/n'swebbie

↳ 11 ⇆ 9 ♡ 201

as you saw the tweet, your face turned redder like a tomato, chuckling like a teenage girl seeing abs for the first time

" chat, this is all your fault "

[aohisworld]

SAY A LITTLE PRAYER FOR YOU. | THE SERIES!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ when things are a little too tame in Aohi’s world, she conspires to dote on her seven boyfriends. (A series!)

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ poly!ot7 x addedmember!oc , contains. cringe writing, fluff, like CAVITY SWEET fluff, some parts (excluding ri-ki) might be a LITTLE suggestive , keep in mind that this series takes place in the present, which puts Aohi at 20 years of age!

| : ̗̀➛ MINTIE’s NOTES: sorry about the no updates to either big fics guys TT school’s ending and I have to pass the diplomas before I actually get to graduate (grad ceremony was literally for show) so have this silly little series that I plan to do!

| : ̗̀➛ WARNING! How I write ENHYPEN is not meant to portray the idols irl, this is my au and I write this for fun.

✧. ┊ “Noo-noo-ah!” Aohi softly called, her arms opening for the boy who was approaching her bed with a pep in his step. “Tokki-yah!” Sunoo replied back, gently kissing her nose as the two smiled and giggles.

“What’s up, oppa?” Aohi asked, gently rubbing her hand up and down on his back. Usually, Sunoo loved to come into Aohi’s room and lay on top of her, the boys actually shared that habit together, coming in her separate room to bother her whenever they wanted.

“Nothing, what’re you doing?..” Sunoo’s muffled voice from him tucking his head into Aohi’s neck spoke, peeking from whatever line of sight he could achieve from the intimate cuddle.

“I’m just watching whatever, you want to watch with me?” She asks, looking down slightly to try and establish eye contact with the puffy-cheeked fox.

“No, just came to check in on you.” Sunoo hummed, he sits up from his spot and grabs hold of Aohi’s own cheeks, dipping down for a sloppy kiss as her muffled giggles started to resonate within the room.

“Owp-pwa!” A muffled attempt was heard, Sunoo tried his best not to laugh, pulling away with a dramatic ‘smooch!’ Sound coming from his own lips.

Aohi’s laughs became clearer as Sunoo pulled away, and he could feel a gentle tug at his heart the way Aohi’s big smile appears in his line of sight.

“Come out for dinner soon, Jay-hyung said you haven’t eaten lunch yet.” Sunoo reminds her, getting off Aohi’s bed and walking to the door. He turns to look at Aohi one more time, making sure he’s heard.

“Eung! I’ll come soon, oppa!” Aohi spoke, turning in her bed as she wiped her cheek of any saliva that didn’t dry out.

Not that it didn’t disgust her that the boys leave sloppy kisses but, Aohi just thinks that’s how intimacy goes, kind of like how cats rub up on anything and everything to mark their territory.

Actually, Aohi has no idea why she’s comparing those two things with each other.

She continued to watch her YouTube videos a little longer, having a deep interest in hour-long documentaries that spoke about anything of the horror genre.

Aohi wasn’t a big fan of horror though, but there’s something funny about having an excuse to sleep in one of boys’ rooms, and usually Jay or Heeseung can’t bother to say no to her.

“Aohi-yah! Dinner’s ready!” Sunghoon’s voice called for her, and she sighs knowing she actually has to go this time. “Coming!” Aohi sits up from her bed and places her feet into bat slippers gifted to her by Jake.

Aohi wiggles her feet for a little bit, smiling at the fluffy feeling on her feet. She leaves her room with a hop in her step, walking into the open-plan kitchen with a sleepy smile.

“What’s for dinner, oppa?” Aohi looked over Jay’s shoulder, looking into the pot of kimchi-jjigae he made. “I felt a little lazy today, I hope you don’t mind, batsy.” Jay turned to her, and he kissed Aohi’s temple.

“Eung~” Aohi hummed understandingly, before walking off to go sit with her other boyfriends. “Hi baby, did you have a good nap earlier?” Heeseung pulled his gaze away from his phone, looking up at Aohi with his gentle Bambi gaze.

“Mhm! Speaking of which, can I sleep with one of you guys tonight?” She sat in her seat, and her legs made quick work of sitting criss cross on the seat.

“I don’t get why you do that, it’s so weird.” Sunoo mumbled jokingly beside her, obviously mentioning her instinct to sit weirdly on her chair.

“It’s a habit! Don’t you know my cousins in the Philippines do it all the time!” Aohi scrunched her nose back at Sunoo, who couldn’t help but smile at her adorable expression.

“You can sleep with me, bunny.” Sunghoon offered, placing his hand on her head affectionately, Aohi happily cherishing his attention.

“Like hell! You’ve been snuggling with her more than enough! She’s with me tonight!” Ri-ki huffed, pulling Aohi to his side.

Aohi felt her heart warm a little that her boys were so wanting to spend time with her, even if it’s just for the night. “Why don’t you guys let her decide? She’s the one who wants to sleep somewhere else for the night.” Jungwon hummed, his gaze on his phone.

“Wonnie, do you want to, tonight?” Aohi asked, looking towards him, in which he glanced up in response, and she could easily tell the way his eyes lit up that there was no way he was denying her offer.

“Yeah!” The other boys at the table groaned and complained, and Jungwon could only smile smugly. Soon enough the boys stopped messing around, Aohi sensing Jay’s presence with the smell of kimchi-jjigae filling her nostrils.

“Wah! It smells delicious, oppa.” Aohi’s eyes sparkled at the sight of Jay’s cooking, channeling her inner foodie as she was getting ready to dig in.

“Did I make you wait too long, batsy?” — “no, but the other people at the table waited too long.”

Sunoo answered smartly, looking up at Jay with a look that pulled a sheepish grin from the cook. Sunoo sat up on his seat as Jay placed the pot onto the coaster, the steam letting out a spicy aroma in the room.

“I’m going to eat well..” Aohi made a gesture before picking up her chopsticks, waiting for Heeseung to get his first bite, and then Jay.. and then Jake, and you get the rest.

Aohi took her bite soon after everyone else had, smiling as she ate, loving the domesticity of dinner tonight. She really felt like doting on her boyfriends for being so doting on her as well.

Like, maybe she should return the kindness! She looked around her for a little bit more before continuing to eat her meal silently, but happily. Aohi had a plan…

It was operation: dote on the en- boys!

OBJECTIVE #1: YANG JUNGWON!

"what're you doing here, little bunny? Not up to some trouble, I hope."

mission debriefed!

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊Jungwon has been a lot busier promoting their new album, memorabilia. Aohi can't remember the last time she's got the time to even look at her boyfriend! Not that the whole group wasn't promoting or anything... but she really misses one of her two feline boyfriends!

This calls for a little Aohi TLC, which is exactly what she's planning to do during a surprise visit before an interview!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ yang jungwon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes (honestly it's just kissing).

OBJECTIVE #2: LEE HEESEUNG!

"I'm just playing for another hour! You can wait, right, batsy?"

mission in progress! [possible completion: June 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ It's been a little too quiet at the apartment for Aohi's liking, understandably the boys might be recharging from doing so many promotions, but Aohi's just a girl! She needs her daily attention like her naps, and she's going to get them!

Her next victim? Lee Heeseung, Aohi knows nobody can tear the boy away from his beloved game, League of Legends. Aohi thinks she should still try though! No harm in trying!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ lee heeseung x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a tiny bit of suggestive themes, a lot of gaming vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #3: PARK JJONGSEONG!

“You know you're the only one I'm willing to spoil, right?”

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi's taken a small break on doting on her boyfriends, her current schedule was taking her out and Jay seems to be able to tell, so.. instead of Aohi carrying out her doting missions, Jay beats her to it by taking her out for a little spoiling.

Don't fear though, it's not a mission if Aohi doesn't dote on him back! Luckily, she knows just the thing that'll do the trick!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park jjonseong (jay) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of spoiling, erm... idk my draft doesn't really have anything to make note of LOL.

OBJECTIVE #4: SIM JAEYUN!

"I wouldn't let anyone else take care of Layla, batsy.. you're her mama, and I sure as hell won't let you go!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ There's nothing better than a boyfriend and his cute as heck dog, named Layla! Ever since Aohi started to date Jake, she's been referred as Layla's mama, and the dog seems to agree, and what kind of mom would she be if she didn't spoil Layla and her dad?

A little hike on her's and Jake's favourite trail to relax and get some exercise in, while Layla gets to spend the whole day with her parents!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ sim jaeyun (jake) x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a lot of cringe name calling?? Idk I drafted a really dorky Jake.. Layla blocking Jake from Aohi LOL.

OBJECTIVE #5: PARK SUNGHOON!

"You sure do slip a lot.. is it because you're you falling for me, batsy? Ow! It was a joke, babe!"

mission in progress! [possible completion: July 29th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ The summer heat was too much for the en- group to handle! With the other boys and Xiulin going out for cold treats, Aohi and Sunghoon opt for the ice skating rink. Aohi uses this to her advantage by using this time alone with her boyfriend to dote on him!

Only... how can she dote on him when he keeps cracking the most lamest jokes?! Aohi thinks she's going to break from one more dad joke!

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ park sunghoon x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, lame dad jokes, as in, googled dad jokes, a little bit of suggestive themes at the end. skating vocabulary.

OBJECTIVE #6: KIM SUNOO!

"You always dote on me, tokki.. please let me return the favour, pretty girl."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 9th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Kim Sunoo, Aohi's favourite to dote on. Well, he knows that for sure, considering he manages to catches Aohi before she could even plan on a way to dote on him! Sunoo wants to give back all of the love she's given him, knowing that she must be tired on loving seven, such rowdy boys.

Sunoo plans his own little mission when he and Aohi are chosen as ambassadors for Vivienne Westwood, and brought to Milan for a photoshoot.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ kim sunoo x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, modelling mentions, sunoo is not an actual ambassador for viv westwood!! A little bit of suggestive themes.

OBJECTIVE #7: NISHIMURA RI-KI!

"Did you plan this whole trip back home just to spend time with me? Aren't you adorable, batsy."

mission in progress! [possible completion: August 19th].

⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ ┊ Aohi was feeling a little homesick, and what's a better way to spend a little home vacation if not with her boyfriend, who probably misses Japan as much as she does? Aohi makes the smartest idea to dote on Ri-ki during their trip, equipped with her credit card and an extra piece of luggage for any souvenirs to take home.

Ri-ki acts oblivious to her plans though, after living with Aohi for so long, he's made the conclusion that an excited Aohi cannot keep anything to herself for the life of her. Therefore, Ri-ki has plans to reverse the roles on Aohi, doting on her instead.

ʚɞ ⁺˖ ⸝⸝ nishimura ri-ki x addedmember!oc , contains. mentions of poly!ot7 x oc, cringe writing, fluff, a little travel trip to Japan, tiny bit self-indulgent because they're going through my travel plans LMAO.

[yujateaandpi]

Hihi!! Just wanted to say off the bat that I just LOVE your art and the 30 more years au, it's one of the first I was exposed to on tt because I'm a new fan, anyway here's my questions (Sorry that I'm probably gonna say/ask a lot 😅)

Mabel is in shock for now, right? So will she eventually come to accept Dipper/"That person" being Dipper? And if so, would she see him more as an older brother instead of her twin? As in like, coming to accept him, but unable to have the exact "twin bond?" Because while the energy may be there, I'd assume that there could've been a bit of disconnect whether from life or whatever else happened (Like Mabel doing adventuring with a continuous "kid body and mindset," then Dipper with school)

Will Ford eventually visit Stan with Dipper and/or Mabel? Or with just anyone else? Or go on his own to visit his brother?

Is Fiddleford going to be involved in the Au in any way/important way?

Also this may be an invasive question (as in revealing lore or something I'm not quite sure how to phrase it) but will/is Stan resentful towards Ford in any way? Or is he just in the state of reminiscence or desperation for his brother-

It was also insinuated he may flip out if he saw him again by Dipper but is it just from the generally traumatic events like the initial portal one and then the same happening to Mabel? Or would it be from a mental condition that appeared over time? (We need more really old man Stan but dude I don't want him to go insane 😔😔😔)

Okay thats it, take things at your own pace and keep creating :DD it's such a cool take and all and your art is just really good, like I initially said. But yeah that's it dnfnfnnf

Whoa thank you for all the lovely questions!

Mabel is definitely in shock now, yes. That will get processed eventually. A lot of this story will actually be about her and Dipper trying to figure out that second part--are they still twins or older and younger siblings or if he even became more of an uncle than a brother? All I can say for now is: they've both got a lot of growing up to do.

Yup, actually Chapter 3 is all about Stan. The Reunion is a big chunk of that.

Fiddleford does play a big role, but a lot of it is resolved in the prequel fic. In the timeline of the comic, he's playing his banjo with the angels.

Stan's internal processing is a big part of Chapter 3 and some of it will also be discussed in the prequel! Sorry, spoilers for now. :)

Haha thank you, I'll keep trundling! Thank you for reading.

[4channerguy]

HI HI HI HI! I just wanted to ask if you could do a Nagumo fic where he falls in love with reader after they took down someone twice their size with their ridiculous strength. And literally just punched the guy out of fear, they were in a mission with Sakamoto and Rion too but reader got ambushed if that makes sense😪 BASICALLY THAT MITSURI SCENE WHERE SHE'S FIGHTING THAT UPPER MOON AND SMACK THE SHIT OUT OF THE DRAGON TREE THING if you can't do it it's ok thank you for your time :33

scaredy-cat / nagumo

ngl i never expected anyone to actually put smthing in my inbox but thank you!! dear anon!! not the proudest of this fic but i think its a little goofy. sakadays is a fandom where i dont think about a lot but i love nagumo my baby girl!!! also there's not a lot of romantic things in here? i kind of rushed this fic TT also the reader's personality is more like kobeni than mitsuris because i never had really watched demon slayer that much lel i hope you enjoy it :3 xoxo (。・∀・)ノ

wc: 1036

warnings: gender neutral reader, fluff-ish, not much romantic intent but use ur imagination ^_^ xanax mentioned.

you were about to piss your pants. 

your palms were sweaty as you cradled the sheathed sword between your hands. your head was down as you looked at the ground. 

you were in a car with rion, nagumo, and taro. rion was bickering with nagumo in the front seat while taro was sitting quietly in the back with you. taro, being more observant than everyone else, sensed that you were nervous. well, you were always nervous…but he could tell it was more than being nervous. extreme anxiety perhaps. 

“...is everything okay on your end?” he asks. you nod, not being able to form a sentence properly. you were scared out of your wits. 

you were dragged by rion to join her and her crew (nagumo and taro) to a mission that you really, really, REALLY, didn’t want to go on. she bribed you with a pizza bun. out of everything. this trip was not worth a convenience store pizza bun. but you went because rion liked you and was very much your only friend. the other two however, you didn’t know that much except for rumors and whatnot floating around them. taro, was a man of few words. he wasn’t as emotionally interactive but he was kind to you so you didn’t mind. nagumo was an undoubtedly attractive tall man with dark hair and eyes. you only recognize him because he’s a classmate in one of your classes that he only shows up once a month in. you always let him borrow a pen or any weapon on you, and he was very talkative towards you. you had a feeling that he was observing you in class but you didn’t really pay mind to it. he was an assassin–a great assassin, so maybe that feeling was normal. if he weren’t an assassin, he’d make a great model or even an idol. you’d definitely be one of his fans. you were a sucker for pretty men. 

the car swerves to a stop while everyone goes silent (well, taro was always silent anyway). 

“we’re being followed,” rion quietly announces. 

you look cautiously behind you. you could sense a presence even though you didn’t visibly see anyone. you grip your sword even harder, you could feel a pool of sweat forming. rion sighs and pulls out a hidden pistol under her shirt. nagumo pulls out an swiss knife while taro face hardens as he looks behind him. 

“exit slowly,” taro says to no one in particular.

the four of you exit slowly, before any of you could react in time a gust of wind was felt. everyone turned around too late and everyone was thrown in different directions. except for you. for some reason. you were about to seriously throw up. 

“you fell into my trap,” the perpetrator sneers.

you turn around to see…the convenience store man?! you recall the time seeing this huge burly man as you were clumsily knocking everything over before ruining his display of various snacks on the counter. to be fair you were high on caffeine from an all-nighter. you also remember his face when you knocked them down, he looked astonished and angry that you almost wanted to become his employee to pay him back. but you fled out of fear that you would piss him off even more.

yeah, you were going to piss your pants.

luckily, rion swoops you out of the way before the convenience store man striked you.

“i’m really sorry about this, i never knew that this guy had a grudge on you,” she grimaces while pulling you up as she thrown both of you into the tunnel wall. “um…i’ll treat you, again, sorry.” you felt bad but before you could even accept her apology, she grins mischievously. “at least i got you out of your dorm for billions of years!” you retract your acceptance to her apology.

the man charges toward both of you before nagumo and taro block his way pulling out their respective weapons while rion pulls out her gun and shoots. as the three of them were distracted, another perpetrator behind you grabs you by the throat. 

“watch out!” nagumo yells, noticing you while the others swivel back in time with his voice. 

“sorry about this,” the monotone voice says. you turn just in time to see who was doing this to you, a woman with yellow eyes stares at you back. the janitor??? from the convenience store??? you were so, so, so, SO confused at this point. you didn’t inconvenience her (no pun intended) at all. possibly. who knows. it didn’t matter anymore anyway because you pulled out your sword and slashed her face because you were terrified. an automatic reflex that you had ever since you became an assassin.

the woman falls back in surprise and in shock as she looks up at you. a large gash on her face appears.

you were surprised too because you totally forgot you did that.

rion, nagumo, and taro were surprised (well only taro was because nagumo had a weird smile on his face while rion’s face was a mix between taro’s and nagumo’s expression).

the convince store man charges at you as the others were gawking at you, you even more terrified punch the shit out of the man with closed eyes. 

he crashes upon the tunnel wall as the others look at him in amazement and amusement. nagumo was really staring at you now, intensely trying to make eye contact with you as you looked away from this whole thing while walking briskly to the car. you needed xanax.

the car ride back to the school was quiet, but you could tell that they were somehow telepathically talking about you. you shrink into the car seat. when the car is pulled to a stop and everyone gets out, you’re stopped by nagumo as the other two walk ahead of you. he smiles with closed eyes practically copying the “^_^” emote. 

“that was amazing, i knew there was something more to you!” he pats your arm as you slightly flush. “see you around, [reader].”

you could feel your heart beat even faster than the time where you punched the shit out of that guy. 

⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 02.24.24 , do not repost or translate my content :^)