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iciclesses · 5 months

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This one is for @bjornthebearguy <33

The day had been terrible. Heaven forbid you have a day off to yourself- no kids, no work, no work kids either! And yet all three seemed to converge on your one monthly day off to make a terrible, no good combination that was the opposite of the peace you had envisioned for yourself.

The bus you took to work because your car battery was dead was just the cherry on top of your already shit day.

"Hen! Don't run off! This is a military base, not a playground!" Calling out to child number one, Henrik; young but still plenty old enough to know better than to run off from you.

"Oh!! And who is this wee li'le guy?" Work child number one, Soap; the last influence you would have wanted to meet Henrik. "You lost ma friend?"

Soap was good with kids. You didn't need to see him around kids to know he was good with them, you had seen his myriad of family pictures; the ever expanding brood returning him from every leave with more pictures of him with chubby, smiling toddlers balanced on his shoulders. Henrik was more than happy to let the soldier scoop him up and carry him back over to you.

"Mor, mor, lookie! Who's this!"

"If it's a stranger, should you be letting them pick you up?"

Meekly, "....No."

Soap could only guffaw and heft your child back down to the ground. "Yer mom's right, kiddo."

Clara, actual child number two held securely in your arms, took the moment to scream shrilly. Toddler speak for, "Hello! I'm so excited to meet you!" You'd long since lost the flinch reflex from your eardrums being assaulted by your little ones, and just took the damage head on.

"What's all the noise about!"

You turned to that sweet voice, Clara turning her head in time with you. Work child number two, Gaz. Brilliant smile flashing even brighter in the sun, walking with long strides to pull you into a side arm hug. Clara giggled and kicked her feet as she was squished between the two of you, and Henrik huffed at being ignored. Of course Gaz caught onto it quickly, popping a squat and giving the little guy a fist bump.

When he stood back up, he fixed a look at you. "What are you doing here? Isn't it your day off?"

Soap nodded in agreement, head cocked to the side.

"Yeah, but Price said he needed something urgent? Was supposed to be a spa day, but the babysitter broke her clavicle and I couldn't find anyone to take the little ones... Figured day was ruined already so I might as well not pretend I couldn't read the captain's messages."

Soap and Gaz were gentlemanly enough to walk with your little family, Gaz taking Clara from you as she slowly nodded off, drooling on his shoulder, and Henrik happily stomping along hand in hand with Soap. The two of them found their rhythm for stomping and you couldn't find it in yourself to be annoyed by it.

"Didnae realize ye had kids," Soap offered. "Where's their da?"

You laughed. "Donor bio dad, just me and the kids. I have a close friend of mine who always wanted to be a dad himself, we co-parent."

Soap shook his head as if clearing some thought bubble away from his mind's eye. "Where is he today then?"

"Honeymoon with his new husband for the weekend, goodness knows where. Lucky bastards."

Gaz hummed, his free arm pulling the door to the main building open.

Soap let go of Henrik, his smile apologetic. "This is where I leave ye, good man. Take care of yer ma for me, aye? We love her too much."

Henrik plastered himself to your side as soon as Soap disappeared behind the closing door. Gaz's boots made the most noise against the hard concrete floors, but only for a moment.

"Mor... where's the Ghost? You told me the Ghost was here." He was putting on his brave voice, you could easily tell. Of course he'd ask about work child number three. Henrik poked his head forward, getting Gaz's attention. "Mor's a liar, isn't she?"

"Hen!" You gasped out, the same second Gaz broke out into a fit of laughter.

"He's out right now, but you better watch out.... if he catches you not eating your vegetables that's when he...... GETS YOU!" Gaz reached an arm behind you and tickled at Henrick's side, making him shriek out in laughter.

The outburst woke up Clara, who started to cry because she was too upset about being woken up so suddenly.

"Oh, oh little one I'm so sorry," Gaz looked like he actually felt bad, putting the crying toddler down on her own two feet so she could stumble ahead of the group, trying to escape whatever it was upsetting her.

Of course you couldn't have that. "Clara, hey! Get back here!"

Somehow, the little thing made a beeline for Price's office, the door slightly ajar and allowing her entrance without a fight. You could hear her waddling stomps and a surprised noise from Price echo from his office, and could feel the mortification overwhelming your very soul.

Gaz took the moment to take his exit stage left, goodbye work child number two.

When you swung the door open, full of parental wrath ready to be unleashed, you were astounded by the sight before you. Price and Clara were giggling together, her sat on his desk and tugging at his beard. Henrik wrestled himself out of your grasp and ran up, feeling left out and demanding he be let in. Price only smiled good naturedly and pulled the boy up to sit next to his sister, winking at him before turning his attention to you.

"These are yours, I take it?" He blew a raspberry and Clara retracted her hand with squealing delight, and Henrik let out a sound of victory at his sister's loss.

"Captain, jeez, I'm so sorry. My car isn't turning on, the sitter canceled last minute, it was this mess or not come at all. The guards out front said it'd be fine--"

"Of course it's fine! I have some paperwork I need you to take a look at... Of course you understand that if it could have waited it would have...oh, hello, what is your name?" It was like your captain had disappeared entirely- just left a sweet middle aged man hunched over so a young boy could run his fingers gracelessly along his wrinkles.

"I'm Henrik. Mor calls me Hen. I hate it."

You held back your retort of, 'exactly why I call you that' while Price let out a big belly laugh. Henrik leaned forward with a scrutinizing eye, something that could have been intimidating if not coming from a child.

"Are you Santa Claus? Be honest. Mor says liars-"

"Fibbers, Hen," You cut in.

"Oh- yeah- Fibbers are bad people. Are you Santa Claus?"

Price only cocked his head to the side, his mustache bristling with his barely contained grin. "Does Santa have a white beard? Or a brown one?"

You scooted closer as you watched your son screw his face into one of concentration, trying to decide his answer. "Mmmm..... White!"

"What color is my beard then?"

Clara piped up, finally. "BWOWN!!"

Price pretended to startle, and laughed jovially at the sound of your daughter's voice. The entire interaction warmed your heart, watching with a smile on your face as Price nodded finally.

"There we go. Means I'm not Santa, don't you think?"

The two children exchanged a look and finally Henrik gave a little nod, his sister following suit likely just to copy her brother. The two suddenly broke out into giggles and leaned on each other, and Price looked back at you again. The warmth that saturated his eyes had your breath catching in your throat for a moment, before you suddenly caught on that Price had said something to you.

"--I left the files on your desk, I can watch the little ones if you'd like. Might make the paperwork go faster if you aren't splitting your attention."

"Do you know any fairy tales?" Henrik asked over Price's offer to you.

"I must know one or two after all these years, shouldn't I? Hmm. Would you like to hear of the princess who couldn't sleep? Or maybe the one that slept too much..." He winked at you, and made a little motion to shoo you from his office.

His voice faded out as you shut the office door behind yourself, and made your way to your office. Price hadn't been kidding, the stack was a lot bigger and more important than even he had lead you to believe- likely because he had been calling your civilian phone and couldn't trust the integrity of the lines. Well, it had to get done sooner than later. You resigned yourself to your squeaky office chair and set to work. The sooner you finished the sooner you got to get home.

When you finished you looked at the clock and felt terrible. You'd left your poor captain alone with your monster duo of children for nearly two hours. Even the strongest soldiers couldn't handle Henrik's endless tirade of questions or Clara's decibel of a speaking voice.

You rushed back to Price's office with the stack of paperwork and files in your arms, only to find your two kids soundly asleep. They were still sat upon Price's desk, but were face first in his shoulders. He was focused on his phone, his arms wrapped around the kids to keep them from falling as he squinted at the blue screen, but looked up when you came in.

"Hi," You whispered. "All done, captain. Can't thank you enough."

A puff of hair came out his nose, a soundless laugh. "It does me good to be around kids. Really reminds me what we do this kind of work for. To make the world a little cleaner for little ones like yours. They behaved themselves, they are wonderful kids, love. You're doing a good job."

You bit your tongue. You certainly wouldn't cry in front of your captain for saying something that hit you so squarely in the heart.

"Thank you, sir."

"John."

"...John." You smiled, ignored how domestic it was to be whispering with your boss while your children rested on him, their little heads rising in time with Price- John's slow, steady breaths.

"I'm nearly finished for the day. Why don't we let them sleep a little longer, and I'll drive you all home, we can catch some dinner on the way." He paused, and you swore you could see him blush a little. "If that's alright. I could also just drive you straight home-"

"John. Dinner sounds nice. How do you feel about Italian? Hen is on a pasta fix right now."

John smiled, his mustache bristling slightly. "Pasta sounds perfect."

#bjorn ily mwah #price x reader #this is digustingly fluffy and yes i used the names i wanted to have for my kids in this fic #me: doesnt want kids #also me: names my imaginary kids #noel.txt

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owlf45 · 9 months

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tagged by @pocketramblr

OH I FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE

@rose-blooms-red @figurativepieceoftrash @achairwithapandaonit @queenangst and uhm uhm anyone else who wants to be @ ed bc im not sure who in our circle has already been tagged

#funnily enough #found like. three really fuck old finished wips in my folders #if you want my early teens writing youre welcome to ask me to post it #one was a christmas gift bkdk #the other was a nightwing is kidnapped whump fic #anyway teehee #i didnt put imaginary bc im already gonna write a thousand sentences for it why waste a spot #i have a bunch more unfinished wips from fic fight too #hrm

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stars-of-kyber · 29 days

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hiii!!! when do you think you will post the royal au in ao3???

Okay, look, I wasn't gonna

But this story didn't stop growing and all and @harnitbee and I just wanted you all to see this so much so...

Happy Trailer day I guess

You Used To Live In My Head (Now I Carry You In My Heart)

When Kate Sharma finds a random DM with a photo of her as a child next to another kid and questions Mary about it she discovers that the imaginary friend she believed she had had during the three years her family lived in London when she was a little was not actually imaginary? Actually, he might be the next King of England.

This is @harnitbee and mine's insanity. It's mostly silly, fluff and bee puns!

U can find the Instagram pages Anita made on This Post

This started as a birthday present for @ladystanbury, who's birthday was on the 9th... MARCH! It's little late and it's also absolutely huge. It got a little (A lot) out of hand. I hope u like it (even more than you already do)

Enjoy our descend to madness and don't forget to leave a kudo/comment/ask... just tell us about it, we live of that! lol

Lots of Love,

Cee and Anita

#my writing #asks #bridgerton #my fic #kathony #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #modern au #Text Fic #writing #You Used To Live In My Head #You Used To Live In My Head (Now I Carry You In My Heart)#Royal AU #Imaginary Friends #Childhood Besties #Anthony prince of Wales #King Edmund the 1st #Bridgerton Royal Fam #Edmund's alive

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mugmegan · 4 months

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Gift for Yoichi

For the fanfic Imaginary

#this was sitting in my folders for over a month...#also a walking stick isnt supposed to be that thick but it was too late when I started colouring it so ノT＿T )ノ＾┻━┻#art #my art #imaginary #bnha #mha #so I couldnt incorporate a lot of symbolic stuff on the stick but I added a cat for yoichi #and 9 starts even if it isnt very clear?#and a sword for his hero comics and to respresent OFA's power #digital art #shigaraki yoichi #imaginary fic #mha fanart

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smartycvnt · 11 months

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Character/Title ask

laurel lance x reader/heart

Laurel closed her eyes and sighed in frustration. The words in her book were starting to blur together. For a moment, everything around Laurel was blissfully silent, but it was over nearly as soon as she noticed it. Somewhat muffled, but still loud music could be heard along with footsteps as someone made their way through the hall.

Laurel knew who it was before she saw Y/n pass. There was nobody else in the office who could pull such a late night and still move with such energy. Laurel was in awe of her and the way that Y/n never seemed to give up.

#laurel lance x reader #imaginary fic #fic ask #ask game #arrow x reader #arrowverse x reader

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aidaran-alha · 20 days

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Chapters: 16/42 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Summary:

Heaven is so high up that once you’re there, Aziraphale realizes the only way out is to fall.

In an attempt to stop the apocalypse once more, he steals the Book of Life and Jesus’s soul, placing him back on Earth as Adam’s brother. Now suspended somewhere between falling and fallen, Aziraphale needs help from the only one he can trust to navigate his new life. The same demon he rejected a lifetime ago.

Despite how they parted, Crowley can't turn his back on the aching angel, working through his pain and heartache as they slowly inch towards one another, acting on millennia of bottled-up feelings and desire.

The only problem? Adam’s powers are still alive, and he wants everybody to have their “happy ever after” in his town.

Or else.

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Chapter summary:

He shall fall.

Agnes Nutter’s second book of prophecies, prophecy 232.

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Read here:

https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/140430040

@goodomensafterdark

#fanfic #fic #good omens #aziracrow #fallen angel #fallen aziraphale #crowley #smut with plot #smut with feelings #imaginary season 3 #post season 2 #second coming #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #hurt/comfort #angst #angst with a happy ending #demon aziraphale

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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Hello! I have come asking for you to info-dump about the the modern human au. I full of brain rot of them (especially after the last thing you posted about them, damn) Maybe you can tell us a bit more Sally!!

lucky for you, i've been full of that good ol brainrot As Well! thoughts! feelings! ideas! i got em!

so since we're already on the subject of the Crash Arc, allow me to expand on it for a moment before i get to Sally Thinkings! if you've read the snippet, you may have noticed the extent of Wally's injuries was not listed yet. well! he got messed up with a capital F! since it's fiction and i'm god in this scenario, i'm veering slightly away from realistic damage, immediate & lasting. bc lets be real. if i stuck to "this is as realistic as i can make it", then Wally would be aaaaaabsolutely fucked. it was a bad crash in a very unsafe vehicle at high speeds. like - this is what happened. a drunk driver hit Home going 70 down the freeway. swerve, fishtail, tumble down a (small, shallow, really its more like a glorified ditch) ravine with trees and rocks and shit on it. absolute miracle that Wally didn't die in the crash, let alone during the solid half hour (slightly longer) he was trapped in Home before someone noticed the crash site and called emergency personnel. Wally "hanging up" on Barnaby was actually the impact jarring him so he slipped and hit the end call button. but yeah without going into technicalities and detail, Wally has some lasting damage in his dominant hand. It takes extensive physical therapy for him to be able to paint/draw again at the same level he had been at. the hematoma hadn't done a lot of brain damage that wouldn't resolve itself with time. in my mind, when Wally wakes up in the hospital, for a few days he's very confused and his memory is shot. he'll wake up, interact, then go to sleep, but when he wakes up again its like waking up for the first time again. he just can't retain memories for a bit. he's got some severe brain fog. his mood is also kinda fucked with - he's uncharacteristically irritable with low patience, etc. these are all things that clear up with time, but in my mind Wally has chronic migraines going forward. bad ones! and there are days where it's harder fr him to concentrate. and yk. a teeny bit of chronic pain where his shin bone was pinned back together and where his hand was essentially crushed. but other than that he's fine going forward! good days and bad days!

but enough about that! You Want To Hear About Sally!

i imagine that she becomes quite successful in the theater industry. i'm not too familiar with it myself, so i'm gonna be uh. Vague about it? but she starts her own theater troupe - it's a bit of a commute from home base to the town she works in, where the theater is located in, but she makes it work! of the group, she's probably away more than any of them. working on shows, traveling to work on other ones - i like to think she's been on Broadway! she probably has had opportunities to do tv/movie acting, but idk... i feel like Sally would be like "nah. live shows or nothing". maybe at some point she takes up voice acting gigs, as long as she can do them from home. she probably has her own little room-turned-VA-studio thing. idk how that works either! it seems right! but yes Howdy's store's automated messages and advertisements are in Sally's voice. she's probably picked up a temporarily modeling gig here and there.

so Sally is very very busy. Poppy is supportive. everyone is, and they all love to help out when they can - and reel Sally in when the "stardom" starts to get to her head. they do their best to acclimate to occasionally getting jumpscared by her voice in a grocery store or in. idk. fashion shoots. victoria's secret billboards. that last one was a joke! maybe. i think she would.

i also like to imagine Sally like... getting some sort of award and then spending a solid five minutes naming her friends, thanking them with specificity, and then plugging their own stuff. they probably have a rotation for who accompanies her as her plus one for events and parties she may or may not be invited to. she's not like... a Big celebrity but! she's Known and Liked! she has Connections! i like to imagine her and Wally looking dapper as fuck at a Venue...

so the friend group typically stays together, with Sally going off to do her Things the most. she makes sure to schedule time to be with her friends and girlfriend/wife/Poppy between work and gigs and etc. she somehow finds a balance with Ease. or apparent ease... someone get this girl a vacation...

#lmao now im thinking about them all scheduling a joint vacay #sally is having the time of her life getting to Relax and just Pamper Herself #everyone else is also greatly enjoying the break #except howdy. he's a mess. to him relaxing is working. things are too calm. too quiet. understim effect x100 #on that vein ive been thinking about a covid arc and its. Funny #and domestic!#where are the covid fics of characters getting stuck together during lockdown...#rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #but yes been thinking about the au a lot #ive decided that wally does eventually get a job that he actually Enjoys!#previously he was just doing his indie art and such. bc he'd try a job and be like 'wow. i hate this. this is stupid. bye'#his art brings in more money anyway. he's living that miraculous imaginary life where art provides reliable sustainable income #enough so that barnaby doesn't need a full time job! bc this is fiction and i want them to have an easy life #in this specific area anyway #i would like them to live in a world where its slightly kinder... the housing crisis doesnt exist... one can live on minimum wage...#also thinking more about their homes and such. etc!

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foursaints · 23 days

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even if you never write it, beneath the dark arches will live with me till i die <3

it’s real & written in our HEARTS AND MINDS!!!!

here’s the pinterest board

#a #i can never write it because it will never live up to the beautiful imaginary vision we’ve all collectively hallucinated #that i channel i to the tag #fic: beneath dark arches #<- me pretending i don’t care about the wip so it writes itself #just know that somewhere in my mind regulus is always stoically griping about something and cauterizing his own wounds with the flat of a #pocket knife . and james is facetiously calling him ‘comrade’ and waggling his eyebrows at him to be annoying #i can’t even yap about this one because it’s too secret & dear & personal to me

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inevitably-johnlocked · 5 days

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Hello dear Steph! Could you give this new fic a signal boost? I don’t know the writer but it’s well worth a read 🤍🌞 Thank you!

I just sent you an ask not realizing that links aren’t allowed in the ask box! Xoxoxo

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I took the miracle move on drug, the effects were temporary by 221Bug (M, 3,840+ w., 1/4 Ch. || SH Chapter One / SH The Awakening Fusion / 1980s AU || WiP || Mental Health Issues, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, Love at First Sight, Psychiatry) – Mycroft is worried about the influence Sherlock's imaginary friend, Jon, is having on his life, so he sends him to a psychiatric hospital. There Sherlock meets Dr. John Watson, who looks remarkably similar to Jon. And has kind eyes. And knows Brahms. And maybe, just maybe Sherlock could imagine opening up to him. But in order to let someone in, Sherlock himself must first confront the gatekeeper of all his deepest fears and insecurities.

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Hi Lovely!!!

YEEEEAHHH Asks do that! If you just send me the Fic Number Code in the URL, I can usually find it, as long as I know the name of the fic to make sure they match, heheheehehe. THAT SAID, Wow, this fic sounds SUPER interesting!!

Everyone please go give this one some love as the author is completing it!!! Thank you for suggesting it!!!

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #signal boost #imaginary friend fics

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kimdokjas · 1 year

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Hi, do you know any fics of joongdok that retains Dokja's sass? Preferably an au because novel angst hurts. Tyy in advance.

OH BOY DO I *pulls up my [redacted number] pages of ao3 bookmarks* this is gonna be long so i'll put it under the cut!

okay so, some of these are a bit heavier on the humor than others, but in general i feel like these fics do a great job of retaining kdj's snarky personality!

Joongdok AU Fic Recs

the pros & cons of caramel by sunwarmed

“What’s in this,” Yoo Joonghyuk demands. “Peruvian dark roast.” Yoo Joonghyuk looks as if he’s about to commit a crime, so Dokja takes pity on him and continues, “And sugar, ice, whipped cream, cookie crumbles, caramel, hazelnut syrup, chocolate, and a little bit of almond milk. Really, I put a ton of work into making this, and you’re not even thanking me.” Yoo Joonghyuk’s eye twitches — once, twice, three times — before he takes the cup and squeezes it so hard Dokja’s a little afraid the drink will fly everywhere. [or: 5 times kim dokja makes yoo joonghyuk (the wrong) coffee & one time yoo joonghyuk returns the favor.]

loving out of tune by almostprimary

After a truly tragic series of events, Kim Dokja gains a new neighbor who also happens to be the only person in the world he would, without hesitation, push in front of a moving vehicle.

you're home by ksalientian

Yoo Joonghyuk is sick. This is not, strictly speaking, a problem, except for how Joonghyuk has never been sick in all the years Dokja knows him other than when he's been actively dying, which he is probably not at the moment, but how is Dokja supposed to know that, he's never taken care of a sick person, Dokja barely even takes care of himself when he's healthy because Joonghyuk is the one doing that most of the time, and now Joonghyuk is sick— Okay, Dokja thinks, staring at the thermometer that reads 39.2°C in cheerful green, this may be a problem.

new activity by oronine

In a strange turn of events, Kim Dokja meets one pro gamer on Google Documents and begins a correspondence.

pretty strangers by HeavenlyDusk

A stranger at a party drags Yoo Joonghyuk around town. Somehow, in the span of one night, he falls in love.

Moving Out of the Closet by Sinnatious

Yoo Joonghyuk meets his neighbour Kim Dokja, who at first glance seems to be living in what he thought was the building's janitor's closet.

two hands of the same clock by furihatachlookie

The hour hand falls upon the fifth hour, and Yoo Joonghyuk dies before the clock can chime in answer. In which a crown prince and a commoner, unaware of one another's existence in this seemingly unbreakable time loop, inevitably cross paths.

"can u tattoo 'i love u' in flowers?" by crispy_scoliosis

In which Kim Dokja, a florist, reunites with his estranged childhood friend, Yoo Joonghyuk.

a new reality with you by fruitastic

Yoo Joonghyuk is a beta tester for the unreleased game “Ways of Survival'' and gets way too attached to a simple NPC, Kim Dokja. When the final battle looms over his head, will he be able to say goodbye? ...Hmm…Maybe Mia was right about touching grass…

to begin again. by frostfall

(In which Kim Dokja goes on a blind date. It's just his luck that he runs into his ex.)

salsa doesn't count as tomatoes by aphrodisiac

Yoo Joonghyuk has a roommate. (And a crush.)

couples discount by anemotions (realdefonge)

When junior manager, Yoo Joonghyuk wins the grand prize of their company’s raffle–a five-day trip for two to Hawaii, all expenses paid–the senior manager, Kim Dokja, who’s had no luck with raffles, asks the junior manager to bring him along as a travel buddy. Yoo Joonghyuk eventually agrees and they go to Hawaii. But things only escalate from there because apparently, there’s a 50% dinner buffet discount for couples in the hotel, and Kim Dokja would to absolutely anything to avail it.

gimme choco (or gimme love) by beewithouthoney

Every Valentine's day, Yoo Jonghyuk's desk is buried in a heaping pile of chocolates. And every year, Kim Dokja gets one from the pile.

on the art of unplanned serenadingby sunwarmed

“Then prove it,” says Yoo Joonghyuk, voice low, and Dokja is struck with a few realisations at once. One — he isn’t a good cook at all. He relies on microwave meals for the vast majority of his diet. Two — when it’s revealed that he’s not a good cook, he’ll almost certainly never hear the end of it. Three — Yoo Joonghyuk has a really nice voice. Goddamnit. [or: kim dokja keeps accidentally asking yoo joonghyuk out on dates. he swears it's only because he likes annoying the hell out of him. probably.]

When I said I hate isekai tropes, I wasn’t sarcastically praying for it to happen to me. by Waltzfor-Zizi(azro_zee)

Kim Dokja wants it on the record that he absolutely loathes those cringey royalty isekai stories and even more so the cliché archetype of cold and murderous but devastatingly handsome black-haired dukes with a troubled past. He really should learn by now that the universe has a hobby to throw him into the lion’s den and make him swallow his own words. After all, he and the God up there do not share the same taste of humor.

there are more but this is getting a bit long orz

i hope these are similar to what you're looking for! if you want any more recs feel free to let me know <3

EDIT: if you're looking for even more recs (and also some of my absolute faves) there's now a Part 2 here!

#me looking mournfully at other fics i desperately want to rec but don't fit the criteria for this ask..... maybe next time king 😔#also the 3 staples of jd fics if u haven't read them already: geometric shapes / netdog / imaginary truths #orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv fic recs #joongdok #fic recs #ask #mortal-dumbass

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