My Physical Copies Of Dirty Laundry Came In!! Im Absolutely In Love With It. Def Not 100% Perfect, But

my physical copies of Dirty Laundry came in!! i’m absolutely in love with it. def not 100% perfect, but i’m just so happy that i get to hold this story in my hands for the first time. (it’s hard cover with a jacket if anyone’s wondering :) )

(all credit goes to Gibslythe))

NOTE: i am NOT selling this!! feel free to ask on how to make you’re own fanfic, but please don’t ask to buy these copies lmao. this is only for personal use because the author does not want this story to be distributed. 100% going to respect that. (i have two bcus they’re for me n my friend)

( also had to include The Secret Life of Bees)) iykyk 🤧

thank you and goodnight. 🙇‍♀️

bad taste (but hes booksmart)

6.1k words, 1/1, klance

based off the prompt from @nostalgicish who ALSO beta read this fic!!!!!

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/53418406

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The tennis ball misses Hunk’s outstretched fingers and rolls underneath the counter, out of their reach. Hunk sits up to go get it, “You couldn’t, there’s no way, someone would call you on your shit if you said that Frodo was a hard crack addict—woah, look at that guy.”

“No, they would not–who?” Lance looks over to the doors, where there is now a short, pale man in a cropped leather jacket. He’s got night-black hair pinned up in a claw clip; gold hearts with little pearls dangling off of one side. Small bangs hang into his eyes.

A faint scar climbs from his jawbone to the right side of his mouth, curved into a frown, and his purplish eyes are hard around the edges.

“He looks like he just got out of rehab,” Hunk comments and Lance bobs his head enthusiastically in agreement.

“Psych thriller or Tender is the Flesh.” Lance assigns him a genre and a book without a second thought, watching him as he tucks his hands into his pockets and starts to make his way…not toward the psychological thrillers.

“Oh, oh! He’s, um, fantasy? Like, I’m thinking YA?”

Lance shakes his head as the unidentified man skips past that section, too. “Goddamn it, is he going towards the fucking biographies?”

Both of them watch in interest and abject horror as their mystery man hangs a left and ends up in the classical romance section. Lance’s jaw hangs open as he watches him disappear into the shelves and shelves of books, whipping around to look at Hunk, who’s in a similar state.

“Classical romance?” Hunk hisses out in exasperation, dropping his face into his hands. “Why does a guy that looks like him read classical romance?”

Jasico Bingo Challenge #6!

Prompt: Fake Dating

Jason wished he never agreed to this quest. Nico was starting to too.

When Chiron told them they would need to infiltrate a party to track down a monster, what they didn't have in mind was driving up to some hole in the wall in suits and ties.

Jason looked over at Nico, sitting in the passenger seat and watching as they pulled into the parking lot. He wore a black suit with intricate red embroidery. He didn't put as much effort into his hair as his suit, and it hung down in front of his eyes lazily.

Jason wore his own simple black suit with a light blue button-up beneath. He felt slightly underdressed next to Nico, but what else would you expect from the ghost king?

They approached the dingy club a bit late into the party but decided it was fashionably late and it didn't matter.

What they didn't know when they walked up to the door was this was a couples party only. You had to enter with a romantic partner, or you wouldn't be allowed in.

At the door, the large bouncer looked between the two. He was a little taller than Jason and ridiculously bigger than Nico. Jason wondered how Nico didn't look scared at all of this giant.

"Are you two involved?" the bouncer asked, pulling his stereotypical sunglasses down. Jason tilted his head. "What?" "This is couples night. Are you two together?"

Jason hesitated. 'I wish' he thought to himself. In truth, he'd caught feelings for Nico ever since their Cupid incident.

"Yes," Nico responded confidently, smiling and taking Jason's hand. Jason felt his face flush, but he tried his best to hide it so they could keep the act up.

The bouncer moved aside, letting them pass. As soon as they were out of his sight, Nico released his hand. Jason missed the sensation too much to say.

He looked down at Nico, realizing his face was just as red. It occurred to him that he had never seen Nico flustered like that. It was kind of cute.

They entered the party, bright lights, and a million too-fancy people shoved into a room. They almost split up before remembering that this was for couples, and it would likely break the act if they separated. 

Jason leaned down to Nico to whisper to him. "What should we do?" "We should talk to random couples. See if we can find this monster before this goes on any longer." "How much effort are you going to put into selling this?" "Don't get your hopes up, sparky," Nico laughed.

They walked off towards a small group of mismatched couples talking and laughing. Nico analyzed all of them sharply, trying to locate whichever seemed the most suspicious.

His eyes landed on one woman, locking his interest on her. She had animalistic eyes, and the man she was with didn't really seem all there. Almost like he was under a spell.

"How did you two meet?" a kind-looking woman asked the two, snapping Nico out of his thoughts.

Nico smiled and rested his hand on Jason's arm. "Go ahead, tell them, babe." He prodded a shit-eating grin on his face at the annoyance in Jason's eyes. He was hoping Nico would make something up, and not call him babe ever again. It made his heart tighten to hear the sweet nickname leave his mouth without there being any meaning behind it.

"Well," Jason started, deciding making something up would be too difficult and to just tell the truth. The truth Nico didn't know.  "We met in a large group of mutual friends.  I thought he was really brave and kind and I wanted to get closer to him. Of course, he had his walls up, but I cared about him enough to break them down. After that we just...clicked." Jason muttered the last part, as it was the only part untrue. He wished this was real. He wanted it to be real so badly.

Jason looked down to see Nico's face was flushed red, again. He wondered if maybe Nico never knew all that, but needed to. 

Jason pushed the thought away, deciding it was all in his head. 

While everyone was distracted, talking about how cute the two of them were together and feeding Jason's delusions, their suspect slipped away. Nico quickly asked someone else something that would get a long, wispy answer, and grabbed Jason before slipping away.

Jason watched as Nico weaved the two between crowds, eyes locked on who he was pursuing. Jason also watched as Nico's hand slipped down to his, his wrist not being enough hold to get them through the crowds.

Finally, they cornered the monster in a dead-end hallway.

She turned, letting her true monster form out. An empousa stood in front of them, her dress torn and wings somehow even more battered.

She jumped to fly away, but at the same time, Jason did.

Nico pulled his spare knife to finish her off, but she wriggled out of Jason's grip enough to start to get away, effectively tearing his rental suit.

Nico shadow traveled to cut her off, letting Jason grab her again so her could stab her with his stygian iron knife, deciding the sword would be dangerous with Jason right behind her.

She clawed at him, scratching his neck, but Nico managed to get his knife through her flailing arms, letting her disintegrate into Jason's arms.

Jason sneezed. "Ew, empousa flakes." "Gross, dude," Nico laughed, covered in monster blood. 

Jason looked around before spotting an exit door to the balcony blocked off by some boxes and leading Nico over. They couldn't just walk through the front door how they were. 

They decided to take a breather to let Chiron know their mission was successful and calm down after the fight.

They sat in silence for a second, before Nico cleared his throat. "What you said in there, was that...fake? I mean, did you mean it?" He asked anxiously. he looked over at Jason's blank face and shook his head before starting to backtrack. "No, no!" Jason interjected, watching surprise light up Nico's face. "I really did mean all that. That's just how I see you, Nico. You are brave...and I care about you."

Nico's face flushed again, but his mouth turned up into a warm smile. He looked away, and briefly afterward, Jason felt Nico's cold hand lay over his own.

"Nico, there's no one else out here. There's no need to-" "I know."

Jason smiled at him, feeling Nico lean his head against his shoulder. 

Maybe it was a good thing Jason went on this quest.

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millennium born, industry made: a y2k celebrity au klance fanfic 🎥🌐📀🏳️‍🌈📸

read chapter one here!

art by @vldlance

In a world still celebrating that the y2k bug did not, miraculously, instigate the complete collapse of society, Keith Kogane once again finds himself navigating the glittery, plastic world of Hollywood as golden actor Takashi Shirogane's far less likable younger brother. He's become used to the paparazzi, talk shows, and horrifically low-cut denim of his current surroundings, but he can't quite find it in himself to allow annoying newcomer Lance McClain to schmooze his way into mentorship by Shiro as many others have done. Lance is nothing if not persistent, however, and he slowly carves his way into Keith's life and heart despite Keith's best efforts. Keith is well aware of the public scrutiny and cruelty that comes with being openly gay, and has vowed to avoid living through that at all costs—but how can he fall in love when he's not allowed to show it? Can a restricted but safe love be a replacement for an open one? Or is there, just maybe, a chance that this new millennium can hold a space for even an incredibly public relationship between people like Keith and Lance?

finally finally posting this! i've been working on it for a while and have most of the fic planned out :] this is my first chaptered fic like...ever? so i'm really excited and i hope y'all will enjoy this intro to it as much as i enjoyed making it.

please tell me your thoughts if you have any! i embrace the serialized nature of fanfiction, so i'm not against people giving me feedback and ideas even if i have the overarching story planned.

again, i hope you enjoy!! i recommend playing 2000s music while you read :)

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Userscripts

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Jasico Bingo Challenge #5!

Prompt: Domestic Fluff

Nico always hated doing the dishes. Something about the chunks of food and boiling water made his skin itch just to think about it.

When he and Jason moved in together, it was made pretty apparent that Nico had an outstanding lack of cooking skills, so he started doing the dishes after dinner to make up for Jason always having to cook.

He hated it every time. However, he never brought it up. He didn't want to make Jason feel bad about him doing the one chore he despised almost every day.

After dinner one late Friday night, Nico tied up his too-long hair into the most pathetic ponytail he'd ever seen and turned on the sink.

Jason, tired from drawing alters all day, padded over on the cold tile and stood behind him. He wrapped his arms around Nico's waist and stooped down to rest his head on the smaller demigod's.

Nico laughed to himself and leaned into Jason's touch. "You're touchy tonight," Nico mumbled, scrubbing a plate. They should really invest in paper plates.

Jason muttered something inaudible. Nico examined the graphite that was almost always on Jason's hands. He should also invest in getting Jason to take more breaks.

Reaching over to place a dish on the drying rack, Nico stifled a sigh. Jason's warmth against him wasn't enough to make this suck any less.

"Thanks for always doing the dishes, Neeks. I know you hate it," Jason muttered, kissing Nico's cheek.

Nico scoffed. "I don't hate it," he said, embarrassed he'd been found out.

"Nico, baby, when you do the dishes you look at them like you're trying to kill them," Jason laughed.

Nico scrunched his nose before laughing along with him. "If you knew I hated it why don't you do it," he laughed, having to put down the dish he was washing to laugh.

Jason laughed more, holding Nico tighter. "You look cute when you're angry," he said.

Nico feigned offense. "You're such a jerk!" he said between giggles, hitting Jason with the wash rag.

After calming down from his laughter a little, Jason decided to add to the offense. "Also, I really like when you tie your hair up. You always do when you do the dishes," he said, still chuckling.

Nico threw his hands up, laughing again. "You could've just asked me to put my hair up!"

"In my defense, I didn't think you would if I asked."

"You're right, I wouldn't. But still!"

Somewhere between laughter and fake arguing, the dishes got done and they retired to their bed.

"I will never forgive you for this betrayal," Nico said, a smile still playing on his lips. He lay with one arm wrapped around Jason's back and the other tangled in his hair.

"You love me," Jason said, tired.

"Not anymore."

They fell asleep soon after. Nico's fingers were still pruny from the dishes, but at least they were also rubbing Jason's scalp.

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