You only meant to post it for your mutuals.

The fanfic—titled “Caffeinated Hearts”—was something you threw together during a sleepless night, half-inspired by the cute barista who never spelled your name right and half by your long-standing, mildly embarrassing crush on Sebastian Stan. You never expected more than a few likes, maybe the usual inside jokes.

Instead, it exploded.

By the time you wake up, your phone is a graveyard of notifications. The post has gone viral. Tens of thousands of retweets. Fan art. Edits. Someone made a fake coffee shop logo based on your description. And then you see it:

@imsebastianstan liked your fic thread.

Your stomach flips.

Then—worse—or maybe better? He commented.

“Pretty sure I’m more of a cat person than a latte artist, but I’m intrigued.”

Cue internal screaming.

You click on his profile, just to make sure it’s real—and yeah, that blue checkmark is staring right at you like it knows you just wrote 4k words of soft banter, sexual tension, and one very steamy kitchen scene.

You debate deleting everything, faking your own death, or replying.

Before you decide, your DMs light up with a new message request:

“Hey. I read the whole thing. You’re good. But I have a few questions… for research.”

You stare at the screen, then slowly type back.

“About the fic?”

His reply is instant.

“About the author.”