#hmmm maybe i should make a tag for it... it IS an au after all

[cherry-bomb-ships]

Lol I just saw something abt werewolves and remembered my were-bear AU with Hopper.... Thats a fun one 👀💖💖

[the-kr8tor]

Another potion request I think you may enjoy brewing up (Using my second and last slot).

A few stalks of baby's breath, mixed with epsom salt poured into a ❣️. Billie and Ramona could be from an orphanage that hitched a ride on the boat, the same fate as you...apart from the fact they just wanted some fun and weren't running away, and have adopted both BDAS!Hobie and you as parents. Signed by yours truly -🐦‍⬛

QISJJWIWJS BDAS + TWINS REQUEST?!!!! At your service 🫡

Pairing: Pirate! Hobie Brown x fem! Reader

Word count: 1.6 k

Tags: use of Y/N sparsely, no specific physical description of the reader, Billie and Ramona AU, dad! Hobie, mom! Reader, Pirate AU, BDAS AU, CW food mentions, FLUFF!

A/N: hmmm I think every BDAS enjoyer should read this

Between the Devil and the Sea Masterlist

Katy's one year celebration 🎉

The twins jump around in glee, running off to the side of the ship to watch the anchor fall down with a loud splash. They've been your pride and joy the moment they fell into your lap, literally, they fell off the sail and into your arms one sunny morning and you've since become their adopted mother from then on. Hell, you've got the bump on your head to prove it from how you tumbled just to catch Billie in your arms while Ramona who's nestled in the crook of your arm watches you with wide, curious eyes. Hobie saved the day though, if not for him you'd have more than a bump on your head. It's safe to say that the girls fell into your arms and Hobie's.

It's been two years since then, they've grown from little five year olds who refuses to leave yours and the captain's side; to a couple of seven year olds who cannot stand still for even a moment while they run around the ship looking to annoy someone. Usually it's Ned or James, but today, the little ones prefer to watch as the beloved ship anchors down near a lonesome island.

You pop in next to them, arm snaking around their shoulders, chin placed on top of Billie's curls that you've personally braided for today. You're still in awe at how much they look like Hobie now, so much so that you've questioned Hobie where he was seven years ago and if he had relations during that time. To which he always (lovingly) jabs you with his chin above your shoulder, whispering in your ear, saying that there was nobody else. And he definitely has never been in the town where Billie and Mona’s orphanage once resided. You believe him of course, but you never miss a chance to tease him about it.

Maybe they're starting to look like him because his love for the twins are so strong that it's starting to show on them. You like that idea better.

The entire crew loves them too, Finn always makes whatever they want to eat even if he just cleaned up for the night. Because of the girls, there's always an abundance of chocolate and sweets on board, to which you couldn't complain about. Yuri teaches them how to climb up the crow’s nest, which was a scare to you at first. You or Hobie always wait down at the deck with arms out just in case. Because of Ned, they're an expert at sewing, you once joked to Ned that they'll replace him one day. He sulked the entire day, you had to give him a peace offering of Finn's finest wine after that. And if suddenly the girls have gone missing, they're almost always by Miles, Pavitr, and Gwen, who are all happy to babysit them. To which Hobie always takes the opportunity to yank you into the captain's quarters to hoard you all to himself.

“Are you excited?” You mumble into Billie’s hair, hand rubbing softly at Mona's shoulder where Billie accidentally hit her with a toy wooden sword just yesterday.

“Mm-hmm!” Billie nods enthusiastically, while her sister stares at the lush island a few miles away.

“It's so pretty.” Mona whispers in awe. She turns her head towards you with a smile. “Do you really think the treasure's there?”

“Of course—”

“The map never lies, cheese.” Hobie pops up from nowhere, sliding up next to Mona's side, winking briefly at you, you chuckle softly, hand already reaching for him. Mona looks up at him with admiration, giving him a wide toothy smile while her sister does the same. “It's just like what Miles said, he pinpointed exactly where it is.”

“Uncle Miles is a genius!” Billie screeches, Hobie meets your hand halfway, immediately cupping your hand behind the girls' back.

“He’s brilliant!” Mona happily jumps in place when Finn starts to uncover the dinghy boat from the side of the ship.

Hobie mocks offense, “what ‘bout me and Y/N then? We're the one who got the map for you two.” He's right, sort of.

You and Hobie made the map yourselves for the anniversary of the day they fell into your arms. You both worked day and night to perfect it, making elaborate riddles that made the red sail pirates bend over backwards to sail all over the south end of the country to where you and your captain laid ‘traps’ and more riddles that would lead to the ‘treasure map’ of their dreams. The crew was on board the entire time, but you've never anticipated how fast the girls figured all the riddles out. It took them less than a week to find the map when you and Hobie thought it would take at least three weeks. Now the so-called treasure hunt is finished early, a few weeks off the anniversary.

“Oh, you and mum helped too, dad.” Mona grins at you and then to Hobie. You can never get used to the titles, your heart always sings whenever they call you ‘mum’ or more sweetly, ‘mummy’. Hobie shares the same testament, he feels like dancing whenever they call him ‘dad’ or ‘captain dad’.

Billie stares at Hobie, you can tell that she's up to something. “Nah, you were little help, dad. Mum at least got us satchels for the treasure.” You hide your laughter over Billie's head.

Hobie gasps, chuckles poking through the act. “‘Little help?’” the girls giggle at his reaction. “‘Little help?!’” The laughter gets louder as Hobie wildly throws his long arms about. “Whose bloody ship brought you to all the places, huh?” With a heave, he scoops them in his arms, lifting them and carrying them over his shoulders. You wish you could capture the moment as your little found family plays around your home.

“Mummy's!” They both exclaim, shrieking happily. Hobie fakes another offended gasp, blowing raspberries on each of their sides while he slyly moves over to the raised dinghy.

“That is a crime against your captain!” He yells, raising them up above his head effortlessly while you watch on with the biggest grin. “What is the verdict, my dear medic?”

You tamp down a laugh, matching his acting. “Sounds like the punishment is thrown overboard, my cap'n.”

Hobie winks at you, the girls scream as their dad ‘throws them overboard’. Their eyes widen at the treachery, but Finn, who has been waiting in the dinghy with arms open, catches them without a hitch. You exhale properly once they're safe and sound in his big burly arms. You trust Hobie and his aim, but you don't trust the wind and gravity.

The girls kick about, while Finn is unbothered, watching the bundles in his arms. “Thank you for catching them, Finn.” You say, climbing down on the dinghy with Hobie's hand helping you down. He grunts in reply, releasing the twins back into your arms.

The girls clamber their way into your lap, sending death glares at Hobie who sits down across from you. Finn gets out of the boat, slowly letting the small boat down into the tides.

“What?” Hobie asks, acting innocent. Billie and Mona huff at him, tiny fists wrapped around your (Hobie's) leather vest. “I was just followin’ orders! Your mum delivered the verdict!” They turn to you simultaneously, you stumble on your words.

“Mum!” Their furrowed brows would be adorable but they have the same fire in their eyes that you sport when need be.

“Sorry?”

It was an awkward rowing for only a moment until you placate them with chocolates that you've hidden under the seat just for the occasion. They've forgotten about you and Hobie's transgressions the moment they bit into the sugary treat.

Billie's the first person to rush into the sandy beach when the boat reached the island. She grabs Mona by the hand, giddily bouncing up and down in excitement. Hobie pulls the boat inwards while you watch the girls count their steps according to the map in their hands.

You follow behind, hearing their little arguments as they get turned around in confusion. Hobie's arm snakes around your waist, face tucked into your neck, sighing as his shoulders relax.

“Hi,” you smile, craning your neck to peck at his temple. “What are you doing?”

“Sniffin’”

“Ah, continue on, captain.”

After a beat, with you and Hobie spectating the twins, Hobie mumbles into your neck. “Do you remember the first time we were on this island?”

You smile fondly, still following the girls as they walk inside the lush greenery. The familiar canopy shields you from the sun, Hobie straightens up, hand sliding down to hold your hand. “I do, some of it was bad, but it was mostly good I think.”

He squeezes your hand, “yeah? It was all worth it wasn't it?”

The girls finally stop in front of a pomegranate tree that has fully blossomed. They pause in awe before noticing the red ‘x’ beneath their feet. They take the little shovels that Hobie made, excitedly pulling it out of their satchels, digging immediately with a grin.

You sniff, meeting his grey eyes. “It was. It was all worth it.”

Hobie smiles, arms finding penchant on your hips, pulling you close until you're chest to chest with him. You cup his jaw, his stubble making you chuckle as you rub gently along his jawline. He moves his head down to press a kiss against your palm, eyes never leaving your own.

You lean closer, heart thrumming, lips brushing along his own—

“We found it!” Billie exclaims, while Mona dances around the wooden chest that you and everyone who loves and cares for the girls have prepared for them. You two move away from each other quickly.

“What are you waitin' for?” Hobie matches his girls' energy. “Open it then!” The second they're occupied, he pulls you back into his arms, giving you a chaste yet saccharin kiss that leaves you breathless, that reminds you of the first time he kissed you under the moonlight.

[bobohu4eva]

Ecstasy

Part 5 - Psycho

Characters: Reader x Baekhyun Feat. Chanyeol

Genre: Soloist AU, smut, angst, fluff

WC: 5.4k

Tag List: @nana-banana @xzyxbbh @iluvybs @greasywall @endzii23 @scopoliax @silent-potato23-blog @baekyeonoreo

Warnings for this chapter: explicit smut, fuckin while on drugs (LSD), drug use and its consequences

A/N: In case everyone hasn't already forgotten about this series because I suck horrendously at updating! Sorry! This is also most definitely the most intense thing I have ever written! There's a reason it took me so goddamn long lol hopefully I can be a little more consistent from now on

Masterlist

Addiction (noun): Disorder characterized by compulsive engagement in rewarding stimuli despite adverse consequences

“When’s your next day off?” 

He sent her the text a few days after their last night together, a whole day already planned for them in his mind. He just had to figure out how he’d make it happen.

She eagerly let him know, and he told her he’d be picking her up that morning, surprisingly early, but she didn’t question it, she was getting to see him, after all. And from what it sounded like, she’d get him all to herself, all day, at his lavish penthouse. 

Baekhyun once again insisted on keeping his plans for them secret, so when that morning arrived and he picked her up, she had no idea what she was in store for. However the last time he’d refused to tell her his plans they ended up getting high, and she had a hunch that it might be something similar. 

“Are you finally gonna tell me what we’re doing today?” She asked him once he’d started driving, this time showing up in a different car, a silver convertible Porsche. 

‘Hmmm.. No, but I’ll show you once we get to my place. The last surprise was fun though, wasn't it?” 

He took his eyes off the road for a second to look over at her, his taunting smile daring her to disagree with him, but knowing she wouldn’t dare. 

“So more drugs?” 

He grimaced, “sounds bad when you say it like that.” 

“Am I wrong though?” 

“If I tell you that would ruin the surprise.” 

She just laughed and rolled her eyes, deciding to wait until she had more details to really judge. 

“You’ve been working all week right? Any more run-ins with Mr Kim?” 

As soon as he said it, her eyes went to his arm. Now that he was wearing a t-shirt, she could clearly make out the mark from the cigarette, the burn still not completely healed, and even then, it looked like it might scar. 

“I should be the one asking you that, you know.” 

She saw him glance down at his arm too. “You didn’t answer the question.” 

“No, I likely won’t see him again for a while, thank god.” She frowned, still disappointed that he was so reluctant to talk about it. “What about you though? Do you work with him a lot?” 

“Unfortunately, yeah.” He still looked uncomfortably serious, but he perked up in less than a second as he pulled into the garage of his building. “But that’s just showbiz baby.” 

He was so nonchalant about it, and left no room for her to protest, so she simply allowed him to lead her up to his beautiful apartment once again. 

She hadn’t given too much thought as to what drugs Baekhyun had planned for them to take that day, pretty much assuming that it would be mushrooms again, or maybe some weed or molly. But after digging around a bit in one of his kitchen drawers, he pulled out an envelope containing a small piece of colorful paper, with perforated lines criss-crossing it, dividing it into smaller pieces still. She’s never seen it in person before, but quickly recognized it as LSD. 

Just like the time before, he saw the hesitance on her face. 

“Hey, what’s wrong? Last time everything ended up fine, and we had a great time, didn’t we?” 

“I know we did, but this is different isn’t it? I really don’t want it to be too much or something and start freaking out.” 

He sighed, setting the envelope back down on the counter and coming to her, leaning in for a quick kiss. “It’s just the two of us here, no interruptions, no obligations, just you, and me. I won’t let anything bad happen. If you start to feel overwhelmed, just tell me and I’ll do whatever it is you need me to to help you calm back down. That day at Chanyeol's house was the most… at peace, I’ve felt in a long time. I’ve been thinking a lot about that day, and what we talked about, that’s why I want to try this with you.” 

“You haven’t done this before either?”

“No, I have, but it’s been a while, I don’t remember much of it.” 

“Why don’t you remember it?” 

“It's a long story, but I don’t remember much from that time of my life in general.” 

As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew he’d said the wrong thing, she looked uncomfortable again. 

“Y/n, sweetheart.” He cooed, and her eyes met his, feeling his warm hands intertwining with her own. “You don’t have to do anything, and I don’t want to pressure you, this is just something I’ve had on my mind lately. I still want to get to know you better.” 

“Is it not possible to do that without getting high?” 

“Of course it is, but you know what I mean.” 

She thought back to the day they'd had out at Chanyeol’s house, and she understood what he was saying. “Okay maybe.” 

“So what do you say, hm?” His hands ran down her shoulders, then her arms, eyes never leaving hers. The slight tilt of his head and the way he looked at her with his best puppy eyes ruined any ability she might’ve had to reason with herself.

“Alright, if you’re sure it’s a good idea.” 

He grinned, and finally he was kissing her, really kissing her, not like the little peck from earlier. His tongue slipped past her lips, and his hand held her face to his own. It didn’t take long for her to start feeling weak in the knees. 

As he pulled away he turned to the counter, grabbing the envelope again. He tore off two of the little squares of paper, placing one on his own tongue, and the other on hers. 

“What now?”

He shrugged, “It'll start to kick in in about an hour, have you eaten? I can order us something, or see what I have here.” 

They ended up making breakfast together, and she was surprised by how sweet he was being to her, even more so than usual. It didn't just feel like the usual flirtation that went on with him. Despite not being much of a cook himself, he did his best to help out, and the way he rested his chin on her shoulder, singing softly in her ear as she stood in front of the stove, made her heart flutter. When she was done he thanked her, and told her time and time again how great the meal was. 

By the time they were done eating, she realized she was starting to feel the effects of the drug. Colors were becoming more vibrant, and patterns would start to move if she looked at them for long enough. It wasn't entirely dissimilar from the mushrooms, but it was definitely still different, especially the way her body felt. 

Baekhyun must've noticed the way she was staring off at things, or just the unusually large size of her pupils, since he asked, “how are you feeling?” 

“I'm not sure.. kind of weird.” 

“Come here.” 

He led her to the big cozy looking couch in his living room, facing the windows overlooking the river. He sat down, and she followed suit, resting between his spread legs, leaning her head back on his chest. Some music began to play, and even though they were just sitting there, she felt like her mind was going into overdrive. 

If the mushrooms made her feel heavy, more in touch with nature, LSD was the opposite. She was buzzing, electric, almost. It wasn't unpleasant, but she didn't exactly enjoy it either. 

“Are you okay? Your heart is racing.” 

She wouldn't have even realized it if he hadn't brought it up, but he was right. 

“I.. don't know.” 

“Y/n, baby.” 

She turned around, until she was basically laying on top of him on the couch, facing him. 

His pupils somehow grew even larger when her eyes met his, and for a good minute, neither of them could look away. The rest of his face looked just as inviting. His skin smooth and sunkissed, pretty features in perfect harmony. And then there were his lips. Soft, pink, asking to be kissed. Eventually she gave into the temptation, and their lips collided. 

That was a feeling she had not been prepared for, even in the slightest. 

It was like the excitement of kissing him for the very first time, that night at the club, had come rushing back tenfold.

It was he who eventually pulled away, still looking at her with a bit of concern. “You're shaking.” 

He took one of her hands that had been resting on his chest into his own, further confirming his previous words. 

“Did that not feel crazy for you too?” 

The way she looked at him, eyes wide, panting and shaking at the intensity of it, made his chest swell with pride. Any concern he showed quickly melted away as he grinned back at her. “Kiss me again.”

He didn't have to ask twice. She pressed her lips to his without hesitation, moaning into the feeling as waves of euphoria washed over her. 

Baekhyun, too, could feel how much more intense it was, kissing her and touching her with the added excitement the drug offered. The MDMA as well as the mushrooms had given a similar effect, but not nearly to the same degree. 

While the mushrooms had made him sentimental, wanting to hold her, feel the way her chest rose and fell in sync with his own, the LSD made him ravenous. Sex, while high on mushrooms, didn't even seem possible. The overall heaviness of the body high simply didn't feel sexy, but now he could think of nothing else. 

But Baekhyun knew that they had all day, and was in no rush. For what could've been anything from several minutes to a few hours, the drug blurring time into irrelevance, they simply laid there, lips pressing together again and again, until he pushed his tongue past her lips, smiling into it when she once again moaned at the newfound depth of the kiss. With both hands on her waist he felt the way she continued to shake, overwhelmed by the new sensations. 

Not wanting to overwhelm her too much, and still enjoying the onset of the drug, Baekhyun eventually pulled away, standing up from the couch, with her following. 

He leaned in, forehead resting against hers with a wide grin on his pretty face. “Wanna dance?” 

She smiled back at him and nodded, and soon the room was full of music, something sexy that would make them want to move.

With one hand in his own he twirled her around, placing himself behind her, hands on her hips as they both swayed to the beat. The heat of his chest pressed to her back and his words in her ear as he sang along further heightened how intoxicated she already was. The room around her appeared to melt and shift in a colorful whirlwind, though she didn’t mind it, still more focused on the man behind her than anything else. With the music pulsating through her, his body pressed to hers, she gave into it, even tearing up a little as she kept moving her body. This was the definition of euphoria, she thought. It simply couldn’t get any better than this, the rush of it all so overwhelming that it moved her to tears.

When she spun around in his arms, attaching her lips to his own, she saw fireworks behind her  eyelids, colorful bursts filling her vision even as her eyes were closed. Every touch of his hands brought waves of delight that surged through her without even an ounce of reluctance. Baekhyun noticed her tears, but he could feel it too, not questioning even for a second if they came from anything but pure happiness. 

She let out a yelp when he momentarily broke away before scooping her up in his arms, and carrying her into the bedroom. 

Baekhyun, too, felt the burning need for more, seeming almost frantic in the way he laid her down, wasting not a single second before slotting himself between her legs. 

He was on fire, his tongue in her mouth, dancing with her own as he tugged on her clothes with a kind of impatience she’d never seen before. He thought he would be able to stay patient, savor the feeling and enjoy her with some restraint, but he now saw how wrong he’d been. With the high at it’s full intensity, he was insatiable, he wanted every piece of her, the craving for more so intense even he began to lose it, hands shaking as he got the clothes off her body. First her shirt, then her pants, and eventually her bra, all thrown haphazardly across the room, no care for anything but the need for more skin. 

She arched into him, pushing her hands past his shirt, her touch against his bare abdomen bringing a gasp from him. After one more heated kiss he sat up, pulling the fabric over his head and fussing with his belt, finally getting that off as well. When he leaned back in, he didn’t kiss her, instead, he found himself taking her face in his hand, staring. 

“So beautiful… You make me feel so fucking crazy, you have no idea.” 

His eyes kept scanning her face, taking her in all he could, the way his words made her lip quiver, the blush on her cheeks, it was all perfection, the high adding an aura of effervescence. To him, she was glimmering, sparkling. 

“You’ve been making me crazy ever since I met you.” She answered, knowing she was just as insane for him. 

His lips pressed themselves to hers, this time though, something felt different to him. He felt himself almost start to tear up, though he fought it off, not wanting her to see the way it all overwhelmed him, too. The emotions roared to a new peak, making him sentimental, kissing her deeper, in love with the way her hands on his back pressed him further into her, never wanting her warmth to leave him, not then, not ever, as far as he was concerned. 

“You’re mine, baby, mine.” 

The words were pressed into the side of her neck between kisses, and when her voice failed her, all she could do was nod. 

“I want to hear you say it.” 

She tried to get it out, she really did, but when his fingers briefly met the waistband of her underwear the words got caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. 

He moved slowly, hungry lips making their way down her neck, spending some time nipping at the sensitive area near her collarbone, before finally giving attention to her bare chest. His hands too squeezed and pinched at the sensitive skin where his lips couldn’t reach, and the sounds she made were music to his ears, though he still wanted to hear those words more than anything else. 

“Fuck, say it, please.” 

“I’m yours.” 

By that point the onslaught of emotion had completely overpowered her, simply giving into the way he touched her, too far gone to even think, making it near impossible to form words. It was all like a dream, his touch combined with the high whisking her away to another plane of existence, one where she could do little more than lay back, shaking, gasping, taking in the waves of pleasure that came her way. The weight of him between her thighs and his mouth and fingers as they teased her nipples felt like heaven and hell all at once, both divine and almost frighteningly tempting. He could see it in the way she looked up at him, eyes glazed over, nothing behind them but desire, a deep yearning for more, even if she couldn’t express it, the intensity rendering her speechless. 

In the back of her mind she realized the staggering difference between how he acted then compared to every other time they'd been in bed together. She felt the urgency in the way he touched her, hands that were usually so steady, so confident, now shaking, along with his unsteady breaths. Never before had he voiced such possessiveness either, though it didn't feel out of place in the slightest. She knew she belonged to him, no other man would ever be able to compare. He was so exhilarating, she felt that the piece of paper she'd had was nothing, the real drug was him. 

She was already out of her mind, and his hand had yet to venture between her legs. With his mouth still on her chest, kissing and nibbling and sucking at the soft curves, he slowly began to venture south, each kiss on her stomach adding more fuel to the fire within her. When his fingers finally hooked themselves into the waistband, slowly pulling the last piece of clothing off her body, a loud moan fell from her lips. She lay there underneath him, panting, mind in a whirlwind, completely exposed, waiting for more. 

Baekhyun was eager to deliver. His mouth went straight in, licking up the wetness he’d coaxed from her thus far, the feeling of his tongue incessantly flicking her clit making her hips push against his face, pleading with him for more. The taste made him groan, vibrations coursing through her, his lips and tongue bringing her close to release quicker than she knew possible. From the very first touch she’s already lost control, twitching and nearly screaming at the strength of her own desire. It was all too much, the tension leaving her helpless to his touch, fingers in his hair as she came on his tongue in mere minutes. 

The orgasm washed over her like a rushing waterfall, knocking any rational thought from her mind as she shook and gasped. It was a new experience completely, the added rush of her high bending her mind into an unfamiliar torrent of pleasure. Finally prying her eyes open to look down at him between her legs, the smirk present on his wet lips was pure eroticism, his handsome face a work of art. The onslaught of her high had been so paralyzing she hadn’t even noticed the substantial volume of her moans, not until Baekhyun commented, 

“My baby can’t help being loud for me, hm?” 

A whine escaped her, anticipation building even further as Baekhyun stripped off the last of his clothes. He reclaimed his place between her thighs, looking down at her flushed face, basking in the warmth of the moment as they both stared, entranced. The beads of sweat on his face appeared more like precious pearls, lips a soft pink pillow, eyes of deep chocolate brown, baiting her to get lost. Even with the way the drug made everything shift and twist about, he stayed still, shining, glowing, illuminating her entire world. 

He leaned in, kissing her with an unexpected tenderness, soft lips moving with hers gently, almost carefully. When he pulled back his forehead rested against her own, eyes fixed on hers. 

“Do you want more?”

She nodded without any hesitation, and the smile on his handsome face was enough for more butterflies to erupt within her. By that point she was dripping, throbbing, wanting nothing more than to finally feel him inside. 

“Can you say it for me?” 

“Please, Baekhyun. I want - I need- more. Fuck, please.” 

Her eyes were filled with greed and impatience as she watched him grab the packet from the nightstand and roll a condom onto himself, wondering how he was still able to keep it together enough to even consider such a thing. The room continued to dance and shift about in a dream like kaleidoscope as he moved himself over her again, both an anchor and a source of even greater insanity to her. 

When she felt him finally push inside, it was like she was experiencing it for the very first time. Now chest to chest, fully flush, surrounded by him completely, she felt herself break. The tears were back, and with every push of his hips into her, sparks filled her distorted vision. She tried to look up at him, but her eyes felt heavy, unable to concentrate on anything but the feeling of him above her, and inside her. 

Baekhyun was no better off. The drug amplified everything to such a degree that he too found himself letting go of any restraint, letting the high take him wherever it so pleased. His moans, and the ever increasing cadence of his thrusts told her just how affected he was, too. She began to move with him, rolling her body into his more or less involuntarily, just wanting to feel more of him, and he did all he could to deliver. 

When his eyes finally met hers again, his thumb moved to wipe away the tears, though they only communicated to him her immense and paralyzing delight. The way she looked up at him encouraged him further, his hips hitting her more deeply, savoring the feeling every time he entered her, again and again. 

The drug had overpowered her senses so entirely, that the lines, the boundary between herself and him began to fade into obscurity, she was a part of him, and he, a part of her. She sensed his pleasure, and felt it in her own body, the same way she knew he felt her, too. They melted together, the high and the closeness of being so intimately connected merging them into one. 

Every time he filled her, she felt him brush against that delicious spot deep inside that made her tremble. He was perfection, beyond perfection, even. Having him there with her, enjoying her as she enjoyed him, whisked them away to a different form of reality. Their shared altered consciousness made it all so much heavier, more real than any sexual experience they could have while sober. This was how it was always supposed to be, they were both sure of it. 

His hand clutching her face brought her eyes back to his, whimpering at his intense gaze. 

“Who do you belong to, baby?” 

“You.” She replied weakly, barely able to get the word out. 

“Say it again.”

“You- Baekhyun, oh my god.” 

Her words stirred up a whirlwind inside him, his lips latching themselves onto the spot on her neck that made her weakest. The pace of his thrusts picked up even more, and she felt her whole body start to tingle, starting from the tips of her toes moving up her body in waves, until she was consumed by it, and again, she fell. 

This orgasm was somehow even better than the last, leaving her shaking, gasping, seemingly tearing apart every atom in her body, and then putting her back together again. Her vision went white, arching, twitching, moaning and completely out of her damn mind as he kept fucking her through it, until he too reached his peak. 

When it happened for him, he kissed her with such force, such passion, that she couldn’t breathe, though she didn’t feel she needed to anyway. His affection felt more crucial than oxygen, happily accepting his lips as she floated slowly back to her altered state of reality. 

They both lay in the aftermath of the near religious experience they just shared, sweating, panting, still pressed to each other as they recovered from the profoundly overpowering encounter that the drug turned their passion into.

Even after several minutes had passed, she was still dizzy, still unable to come to terms with how incredible Baekhyun had just made her feel. 

“I love you.” She whispered, thoughtless, the otherworldly memory of it all and his possessive words drifting through her mind. For a while, he didn’t respond, and she didn’t expect him to. It didn’t feel like some sort of big confession, just what the drug and the height of the moment naturally pulled from her lips. 

“I..” he paused, becoming tense, eyes digging into her own. “What?” 

The harsh change in his tone snapped her back to reality, and she realized her mistake. 

“No- shit, I didn’t mean that-”

“What the fuck did you just say?” He said, sitting up, eyes squeezed shut with a pained expression now on his face. 

“I’m sorry, it just slipped out in the moment.” She looked at him, worry turning to panic as the look on his face slowly turned into one of anger. 

“Get out.” 

“What?” 

“Get out.” He said again, this time raising his voice, eyes still shut, refusing to look at her. 

She started to sit up, tears welling in her eyes, though this time they didn’t come from a good place at all. 

“But, you said you wouldn’t let anything bad happen, I’m sorry, I just- I-” 

When he finally did meet her eyes, they were hard and mean, not softening at all even at the sight of her tears. 

“You can’t be here anymore. Get your shit and get the fuck out.” 

“Baekhyun, please, I can't just leave, I'm sorry, really. Please.” She begged, but he wasn't having any of it.

“I said get the fuck out of my apartment. Right fucking now.” 

She'd never seen that look on his face before, her shock and upset morphing into fear. 

With that she got up, stumbling as she gathered her clothes, leaving his room in a disoriented haze as she got herself dressed, crying harder and harder as the seconds ticked by. The bright colors had turned dark and dull and the patterns that before swirled around so beautifully turned sharp, frightening in their unpredictability. She was delirious as she passed the threshold to his apartment, the hallway seeming to close in on her as she struggled toward the elevator. Luckily nobody saw her as she left the building, eventually collapsing onto a nearby bench under the midday sun, surrounded by the bustling city. 

As her eyes squeezed shut she only saw his face, twisted in anger as he told her to leave. It haunted her, though she didn’t want to face the city either, the cacophony of cars and other people entirely too much to handle. She had to get home, and with no other real option, she pulled out her phone, struggling with it for a minute before finally managing to call her best friend. 

“Suhyun?” 

“Hi! I thought you were gonna be with Baekhyun all day, is everything all right?” 

“No…” she said, voice shaking, and even from over the phone Suhyun could tell that something was very wrong. 

“Are you okay? Where are you? What happened?” 

“I- I don't know, I need you to come get me.” 

“Where are you?” 

“I don't know, I'm sitting in front of his building, he kicked me out.” 

“He did what? You sound weird, what's going on?” 

“He gave me drugs, I don't know what to do, I can barely use my phone, I can't take the subway, you have to come get me.” 

Suhyun had known her friend long enough to know that something awful had happened, and needed to get there as soon as possible. 

“Okay, just stay where you are, I can check your location and come to you, I'll be there as soon as I can.” 

She nodded, and her friend on the phone grew even more worried. 

“Y/n?” 

“Yes! I'm on a bench. I won't move. Please hurry.” Her voice unsteady with the onslaught of tears still pouring out of her. 

To make sure her friend was safe, Suhyun stayed on the phone with her until she pulled up, pulling her into the car before making her way towards her friend's apartment. 

She was crying quietly to herself in the passenger seat, trying to focus on what was going on outside the window, but still ending up squeezing her eyes shut again and again, seeing his face glaring back at her, making her heart sting every time. 

“Can you tell me what happened?” 

Finally she looked over at Suhyun, and she saw in her eyes that she wasn't in her normal state of mind, growing more and more worried by the minute. 

She just shook her head, too overwhelmed to get a word out as the sobs ran through her. 

The day had been so perfect, and because of a few little words he'd seemingly snapped, becoming a completely different person. The harshness with which he'd told her to get out kept replaying, she couldn't escape no matter how hard she tried. His face and his words had etched themselves into her mind, the drug making it all so much more horrible.  

They eventually reached her apartment, and Suhyun tucked her into bed, holding her, asking once again, “what happened?” 

“He wanted to do LSD together,” she eventually choked out “and we- we had sex, and I felt so insane after, I said I love you to him, just because of how crazy it all felt, and he lost it, and yelled at me that I had to get out.”

“He kicked you out of his apartment knowing you were on drugs?” 

She nodded. 

“Are you still really high? How bad is it? ”

“I could barely work my phone to call you. All I can see when I close my eyes is his face when he yelled at me to get out but when they're open everything is moving and looks like it's about to attack me. It's awful, I just want this to stop already.” 

Suhyun stroked her hair as she cried, comforting her, but was growing more and more angry as well. She decided it would be best to take her phone for a while, worried Baekhyun would try to contact her and make things even worse. She took it from where her friend had discarded it on the bed, sliding it into her pocket. 

She stayed like that for hours, just keeping her friend company, talking to her, doing her best to reassure her, seeing the way pain and fear consumed her. When she felt the phone start to vibrate she made an excuse to leave the room, and sure enough, it was him. 

“Y/n, I'm so-”

“This is her friend. She can't talk to you right now.” 

“I need to talk to her, give her her phone back.” She could hear the desperation in his voice, but she didn't care.

“No. She's fucking wrecked because of you. You threw her out onto the street while she was high out of her goddamn mind. She could've gotten arrested for Christ's sake, all because of your selfish bullshit. If you care about her even in the slightest, and genuinely want what's best for her, you're going to leave her alone. For good. She doesn't need you to fuck up her life even more.” 

“Please-” 

“Goodbye.”

Suhyun ended the call, cutting him off. When he called again and again, she put the phone on mute, deleting every trace of his trying to contact her. The last thing her friend needed was more of him. 

At home in his apartment, Baekhyun cursed himself, nearly throwing the phone into a wall. Unbeknownst to both of the girls, he wasn’t much better off. 

Those three words had set something off inside him. His high took an awful turn as he watched her leave the apartment, overcome with anger, but mostly, fear. When he called and couldn’t get through to her, it got even worse. Suhyun’s warning to stay away frustrated him beyond belief, but as much as he wanted to talk to her, he had no clue what he would even say, he couldn’t even understand his own feelings. 

The guilt and confusion turned the rest of his day into a living nightmare, hoping that he’d somehow still be able to win her back. However as the hours passed, he did come to a realization. 

It wasn’t her words that had caused him to suddenly become so agitated, it was the fact that he’d almost said it back.

Next Chapter

[reallypleasanttree]

@strarri After reading chapter 10 of Kimetsu Academy I was inspired.

Obamitsu-Kimetsu Academy AU 🐍🩷🍡

It started with a snake scarf and an embroidered pair of socks. Mitsuri always gave Obanai gifts, but over time they started exchanging gifts on nearly every date. They ranged from sweets to bitter drinks to plushies and more. 

Mitsuri sipped on her bubble tea enjoying the brown sugar boba as she thought about what she could give Obanai next. She had been so busy with graduation coming up that she didn’t have time to see him. He was supposed to come to her graduation with her family. It’d only be the second time they met him, but they seemed to get along. 

Mitsuri frowned thinking about the last time she saw him. They went to the strip mall for drinks and a movie. It was a drama film about a boy raised in the woods by a boar. However the mama boar died at the end and the boy was left alone. Mitsuri ended up crying and Obanai passed her his handkerchief with her cat drawing. 

They left the theater holding hands and then venturing in and out of all the stores. Cooking, accessory, jewelry, pet, and plant shops. Kaburamaru enjoyed the pet shop the most and bobbed his head up and down excitedly when he saw another white rat snake. After Mitsuri saw that she forgot about the sad ending. Obanai smiled at the white snake and Mitsuri. He wasn’t a man of many words, but his eyes were expressive enough. 

Hmmm…Mitsuri chewed on her straw. On that date Obanai bought her succulent plant after she said she liked them. Though when she said she liked them she had been looking at a necklace with a succulent at the jewelry store. She flushed at the memory. The necklace was way too expensive and when she saw the price tag she pulled Obanai out of the shop. He’d never given her jewelry before.

Should she give him a plant in return? She wrinkled her nose and kicked her feet in the chair. No. He wasn’t the type to like plants. What else had he mentioned recently needing? Or did Kaburamaru need something? 

Obanai said his first lab coat was getting frayed on the cuffs. Maybe she could mend them. She could add black and stripes! Or maybe a snake pattern! She giggled at the idea. Obanai normally wore his cuffs over his hands. He’d be so cute with new ones. How would she be able to get his lab coat without raising suspicion? Maybe she could invite him over directly after work or ask his students to help… the ones who delivered her letter. 

Mitsuri tapped her temple. Tanjiro and Zenitsu loved Obanai. Of course they would be willing to help. 

———-

Zenitsu glanced at the chemistry lab door. Miss Kanroji asked him and Tanjiro to get Mr. Iguro’s lab coat. She said she wanted to mend it without him knowing it as a gift. The blonde knew Obanai and Mitsuri loved each other and at heart he was a hopeless romantic. 

Inosuke was supposed to make a distraction that would cause Mr. Iguro to leave the classroom. There was a screech and the clash of glass. Then Inosuke ran down the hallway with feral gremlin energy. The chemistry teacher opened the door as Zenitsu turned to hug the lockers. Tanjiro would run interference if Zenitsu couldn’t find the lab coat. 

“Get back here, Hashibira!” Mr. Iguro charged past Zenitsu without seeing him. Zenitsu crept to the door trying not to make any sound. He closed the door behind him and started looking through the desk drawers. The first drawer had office supplies, the second drawer had his lunch box and a post-it note with a heart on it(Mitsuri must have given it to him), and the third drawer had treats for the snake. 

Zenitsu glanced at the door and his heart raced. He heard Inosuke screaming still and the chemistry teacher chasing him. Sweat poured down his forehead. He was not made for covert missions like this. Except he was the one with the best hearing, which made it easier for him to detect someone coming back. He spun around to the file cabinet and pulled open every drawer. At least he could be grateful for how organized the teacher was. Everything had a place and-

His brown eyes widened as he noticed a small velvet box with a silver clasp on the front. Was that what he thought it was? Because if it was then Miss Kanroji’s gift would pale in comparison. He reached to the box despite his better instincts telling him to keep searching for the old lab coat. The anxious student opened the clasp and it was indeed what he assumed. He gasped and hurriedly put it back where he found it. 

“Lab coat,” Zenitsu muttered to himself and continued searching until he found the old lab coat in the bottom drawer of the second cabinet he searched. Tanjiro was approaching with the chemistry teacher. 

“I don’t want to buy any trinkets for a fundraiser, Mr. Kamado,” the black haired man bristled. 

“But I need to raise more money so Nezuko can go to Kyoto with her classmates,” Tanjiro continued. Zenitsu stuffed the lab coat under his uniform’s sweater and edged towards the door. He could slip by if Mr. Iguro had his back turned. The student chanced a glance out the small window on the door. The teacher had his back turned to the door and Tanjiro spoke louder as Zenitsu gave him a thumbs up. 

“Think of my little sister,” the boy repeated, but the teacher shook his head. Zenitsu glued himself to the wall and exited the classroom. 

“I don’t have any money left to give away. I just bought something for-” Mr. Iguro paused and began turning his head towards Zenitsu. Without fail, Tanjiro grabbed the teacher’s face to hold it in place. 

“Wait, you’ve got something in your eye,” the maroon haired boy said with all the sincerity he could muster. The white snake around the man’s shoulder hissed. “I think it could be doubt,” Tanjiro nodded as if agreeing with himself. Zenitsu inched further away. If he could get to the bathroom, he could pretend he had been there the entire time. 

“Get your hands off of me,” the teacher said firmly. Zenitsu could feel the air change. A certain aura darkened the hallway. He saw Mr. Iguro grab Tanjiro’s wrist and push him away. “If you ever touch me again, you will have three times more homework than everyone else until the end of your school days here,” he threatened. Tanjiro instantly dropped his other hand. 

Keep going, keep going, keep going, Zenitsu repeated to himself as he all but ran to the bathroom. This mission was worth it though. In honor of true love, it was worth it. Zenitsu grinned. If everything went well, Miss Kanroji would soon be Mrs. Iguro. 

———-

Graduation went smoothly. Mitsuri went through the line to shake hands with the university president and almost nearly tripped one time over the threshold between the stage and staircase. Her mom probably caught it on camera much to her embarrassment. Obanai told her her clumsiness was adorable and her face turned into a cherry. 

After dinner with her family, Obanai asked if she wanted to take an evening stroll through the park. They walked hand in hand as the sun started to set. He led her towards the fountain as she babbled about her new job. 

“I’m sort of nervous about working for her, you know? I worked at the pizza shop for so long, I’ll probably start listing off pizza toppings instead of plotlines,” she said. “I’m honored to collaborate with a best selling shojo artist, but it’s wild to think I was picked out of a thousand applicants.”

“Because she knows you’re the most talented upcoming manga artist,” Obanai reassured her. She was lucky to be with such a kind gentleman. The water fountain was coming into view. It was at the center of the park and one of Mitsuri’s favorite spots in the city. It was so pretty with the mermaid and koi fish statues decorating the centerpiece. The mermaids held vases to pour water out of while the koi circled the perimeter. 

“Do you want to sit down for a bit?” Obanai asked and she nodded. She bounced up to the stone bench next to the fountain. Mitsuri sat down and flashed her boyfriend a smile. This was the perfect end to her day. Graduation, dinner with her family, and an evening with her boyfriend. She would give him his mended lab coat when they got back to her car. He was going to freak out when he saw it. Just thinking about it made her giddy. 

“I could spend every day like this,” Mitsuri commented. “Seeing my family and then hanging out with you. You’re my favorite person. Oh, remind me I have a gift in my car for you.”

Obanai was still standing and she gently tugged on his hand to have him sit down. His sweet eyes focused on her. His brows were relaxed and he was smiling under the mask. With his free hand, he reached up to remove the white mask. Mitsuri tilted her head. His allergies were especially bad during the summer. 

“You shouldn’t take off your mask! The pollen count is really high today,” Mitsuri panicked, reaching up to put the mask over his face again. “I don’t want you to get sick or have a coughing fit.”

“It’ll be fine for a second,” Obanai cleared his throat. His palms were sweating now from the humidity. “You’re my favorite person too. When I’m with you I forget about all my problems and just have fun.” He pulled something out of his pocket. A small maroon velvet box. Mitsuri covered her mouth as Obanai got down on one knee. Was he going to- Water already started leaking from her eyes. 

“I want to spend every day with you. From this day to my last. I want to see your bubbly face each morning. Each afternoon I want to see you eating sakura mochi and each evening I want to kiss you good night. Will you marry me, Mitsuri?” Obanai asked. His voice began to shake towards the end. Hesitantly, he opened the jewelry box to reveal a golden ring with emeralds surrounding a pink diamond to match her hair. 

“Yes!” Mitsuri screamed and threw herself on him in her excitement. His back hit the pathed ground and she draped herself over him. “Yes, yes, yes,” Mitsuri said, green eyes flashing. She brought her lips to his, giving him a peck. He didn’t like public displays of affection, but she couldn’t control herself. Obanai returned her smile before coughing. 

“Oops, sorry,” Mitsuri climbed off of him and sat on the ground beside him. Obanai sat beside her and took the ring out of the box to place on her left. “I think you just gave me the best gift possible,” she said admiring the glimmering jewels. “This is so much better than what I got you.”

“Doubtful,” he said. “You just gave me the best gift of all. The promise to marry me and live together until we’re old and gray,” he ran a thumb over her cheek. Now she sucked in her breath as large tears rolled down her face. He stole her words.

[echolepzy]

rant about isat to me NOW /silly

i need to know your opinions. favorite ship? sifloop or isafrin truther? favorite silly? favorite trauma? any North Island headcanons? I may be ‘on hiatus’ but that will not stop me from scrolling isat tag for several hours a day. this game is eating me alive and i’m not mad about it

-that one mutual who’s supposed to be on hiatus but is really bad at it

(i won’t be reblogging but i will send more asks to reply i need to talk to someone about this stupid fucking game-)

Oh fuck yeah gladly

Favorite ship? Personally, I prefer isafrin, but I think they’re all neat. I also really like exploring the non-romantic relationships! This game shows that intimacy and romance aren’t essential for happiness and companionship, and I really cherish that.

Favorite silly? That’s a tough one, it’s hard to pick just one! I think I’m gonna go with Bonnie, though. Bonnie’s definitely one of my favorite sillies.

Favorite trauma? Hmmm… There are a lot of ‘em. Guess it depends on my mood. Does Mal du Pays in itself count? I really like Mal du Pays. Maybe too much. At one point I was thinking “Hmm, Mal du Pays. Yes.” and a whole AU came out of it, basically.

North Island headcanons? Ah, yes, The Country (TM). I like imagining that people from the Forgotten Country are just. Literal star people. Like actually people that came from stars. Also that they were probably more technologically advanced, and they used Wish Craft a lot but on a smaller scale (with more people making wishes, the power was more evenly distributed and big dangerous wishes were less of an issue), which led to them placing very high value in the saying “Be careful what you wish for” and commonly seeing greed and selfishness as one of the worst flaws a person could have. (Semi-unrelated but I would also really like to see more about the other countries like Poteria and Mwudu)

For any miscellaneous thoughts… I love thinking about Sadnesses. My AU has some significant focus on them and expands on them a lot, and I’m hoping I’ll get around to posting it at some point (it’ll be on @spiraling-stardust though lol). Also I love seeing people write Siffrin and Loop with a twins dynamic, like a chaos duo with a shared braincell, I absolutely love it. If anyone has any ideas for different kinds of Craft that weren’t introduced in the game, I’d love to hear about that too (after all, there’s supposedly enough to fill entire books with! I think Sound Craft and Illusion Craft should be a thing).

My brother is the most Loop-coded person I know, and since I plan on cosplaying Siffrin for Halloween, he called me stardust ONCE and suddenly it’s literally my name now in some places. Wtf why did we accidentally assign each other to kin two of the most mentally ill characters ever why did this happen. Sometimes we even do the phone hand thing when we talk to each other. I guess this is a thing now (help)

If you wanna talk to me about it more be my guest!! I must talk about the sillies. The sillies ever. They’re in agony and so am I. Brand sparkling new hyperfixation and it’s spreading like wildfire

[gardenerian]

yay! yayyyy! tagged by @energievie @guinguin1984 @gallawitchxx @wehangout and @mmmichyyy for a tag game! yall know i love a tag game 🥰 ty for thinking of me 🍅

name and ao3 handle: mel, melwritesthings

current location: my office 💀

favorite picrew (don't have one? you can skip this or do this one)? i quite liked this one and this one!

that bird never fails to make me laugh. what a fool. what an absolute fool.

what's one thing you want in a picrew? well. since no picrews let me do my thomas jefferson low bun, i guess it's the ability for a round face!

favourite thing you’ve created (or seen created) for the fandom? i've been having a fun time with gifs again! otherwise, i reread my HOS rewrite recently and let me say... they should have called me. also my 5+1 collection! treasured. (also i am very much digging what i am working on right now......)

why is it your favourite? hmmm. i just remember the creativity of those days so fondly. it felt like i was writing something new every day and it was the most fun. i am starting to feel bits of that again and it's wonderful 😌

did it come easily or was it hard to create? at the time, it all came so easily! i move a little more slowly these days 😂

last ao3 fic you commented on? i am having so much fun catching up on fic! recently it was touch/starved and the things we throw away.

biggest WIP heartache you’ve ever experienced? omg lol. there is a fic in a fandom that will not be named that i started reading as a teenager askldfh as in it's on FF.NET BABY and it left off at a critical moment 16 chapters in. i think about it constantly. i went and did my yearly check a few weeks ago, actually, and the author is REWRITING IT. so my biggest heartache is also my biggest victory 😇

favorite trope or head canon you like included in a fanfic? it's like choosing between my children..... lately i am reading a lil friends to lovers... a lil mutual pining...... it's delish 😋

least favourite? uuuuhhMmMMmmm hmm. i am very selective about my kid fics. also mpreg. not for me, thank you.

secret or surprising kink or trope? trope... i think i have said before that i surprised myself with being really into dystopian AUs? give me some post-apocalyptic world building and i am so there. as for kink..... that's for me to know 😇

describe how you feel after you’ve created something new? WE STILL GOT IT 🥳✨🔥😜���🥂🌈😤💪🏻💯

top hype man you have that always helps you get across the finish line: shout out to the hottest people i know, who are always psyched about everything and who have some of my favorite thoughts ❤️

it's been a bad day, you turn to the fandom and you _____? scroll the dash, reread a favorite fic or two, maybe click around in photoshop, chat with the pals about sweet and silly and spicy things!

this one was sweet! i love it here 🥰 tagging @deedala @catgrassplantdad @heymrspatel @celestialmickey @howlinchickhowl @whatwouldmickeydo @darlingian @palepinkgoat @crossmydna @too-schoolforcool (apologies if you have already done this! also hello i love you!)

[andorerso]

Answer the Questions and Tag 5 Fanfic Authors

thanks for the tag @mosylufanfic <3

1. How did you get into writing fanfiction?

I started reading fanfiction when I was very young, maybe 10-11? and it pretty much immediately made me want to write my own stories. early attempts were... unsuccessful, but I always had a lot of ideas and I just wanted to get them out there... so I did

2. How many fandoms have you written in?

in reverse chronological order: Rogue One/Andor, GoT/ASOIAF, She-Ra, Grisha-verse/Nikolai Series, The Raven Cycle, American Horror Story, Reign, Pretty Little Liars, The Vampire Diaries, Supernatural, Twilight

and some I have never published but did write for: The Witcher, Dishonored, Magnificent Century: Kösem

so that's 14 fandoms total

3. How many years have you been writing fanfiction?

well, my first attempt was at 14 but I pretty much immediately abandoned that story after posting. I tried again at 16 and have been writing pretty consistently ever since. so it's been more than ten years, almost fifteen

4. Do you read or write more fanfiction?

lately I'm writing more than I'm reading, however in general over the years, it's definitely read. I've consumed so many!

5. What is one way you’ve improved as a writer?

I think my action has gotten better recently? it's still far from my strength but being forced to write some action scenes in recent stories definitely improved that area... who would have thought?

6. What’s the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

I've researched many weird stuff over the years but idk, I'm blanking on specifics

7. What’s your favorite type of comment to receive on your work?

I love it when people yell and curse at me <33

8. What’s the most fringe trope/topic you write about?

idk if I've ever written something truly fringe... actually maybe the dildo fic?

9. What is the hardest type of story for you to write?

smut! which is funny because I've spent the last month writing nothing but that. but smut is hardddddd

10. What is the easiest type?

I'm seconding modern AUs, that's my comfort genre, and I'm also very well-versed in anything paranormal

11. Where do you do your writing? What platform? When?

I switched from Word to Scrivener a few years ago, and I haven't looked back. Word would probably still work, but Scrivener is just very convenient, I can have all the things in one place, and it makes things so easy

12. What is something you’ve been too nervous/intimidated to write, but would love to write one day?

well, sex pollen belonged to this category, but I've just gotten over that! other than that, I've been going back and forth about this apocalypse/zombie exes to lovers longfic for months now, because it's intimidating as hell for many reasons, and it would be a lot of work which I may not have the time for currently, but there's so many parts of it that I love and want to write. mainly this very specific scene that will not leave my brain, but absolutely would not work without the proper background and build-up.... sigh

13. What made you choose your username?

here or on ao3? on ao3, it's wintersend (winter's end) and like. I can't even remember why I picked it. it's so random, I've never used it before and never since. I think it may have had something to do with the fact that I'm a winter child, and I was also into GoT at the time... I genuinely don't know

and here.... hmmm idk if I should tell you guys.... it's very niche, you wouldn't get it

tagging @frostbitepandaaaaa @quarantineddreamer @fulcrumstardust @flythesail @luciechat

[fullmetalscullyy]

tagged by @dairogo thank you!!!! 💞💞

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

136 🫣

2. What is your total Ao3 word count?

1,928,488

3. What fandoms do you write for?

fma (royai), loki

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

royai collections - 829

the way it was - 729

you put your hand in mine - 406

let me love you - 301

hit and run - 255

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to! then i struggled with various things personally and mentally for a long time, and fell off from doing it unfortunately. but every email i receive uplifts me in a way nothing else can 💖 they genuinely make my day

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

probably this one - betrayal

pure angst isn't something i've dabbled in often, there's always been a happy ending. but mayhaps i should give it another wee go....

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmmm i think the way it was. everything just wrapped up nicely and all worked out in the end. i was wholly satisfied with it.

or maybe this was the ending which made me the happiest hahahah either way. not to toot my own horn, but it was cute af

8. Do you get hate on fics?

lmao unfortunately

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

not anymore. i dabbled before. i did think about returning to it but i'm not entirely motivated to do so atm

10. Do you write crossovers?

no, never given that a go

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

i was asked once if someone could translate it, but never heard anything after that

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes!! and it was so much fun!!!!!! i had an absolute blast

a conspiracy theory

i can hear the echoes of the past

the bet

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

msr and royai. don't make me choose 😭

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

my royai the x files au. rip the dream

16. What are your writing strengths?

my ships being wholesome and happy and loving, i think? i just want to see them happy. escapism at its finest haha

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

descriptions. of scenery, places, inner monologue etc. i just. want to live in the moment with my besties. but unfortunately the technology doesn't exist to project what i can see in my head onto the page so other people can see what i can see 😔 its one i'm working on with my og piece hahaha

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i've never dabbled!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

fma/royai

20. Favourite fic you've written?

ohhh man. these two are probs my babies

let me love you

the way it was

two vastly different writing and reaction experiences. but, i completed them both, and told the story i wanted to tell. i love that

Tagging @tsaritsa @megthemighty @firewood-figs @musing-and-music @nightofnyx8 @aicasey

[umbraastaff]

ok i said it in the tags but i'm DYING to know what's up with john/the hunger in the atla au, so, something with that? alternately a davenport and merle meeting seems like it would be really fun

hmmm good q! I'm gonna think out loud for a minute here 'cause I didn't have a specific answer already.

The AU as it stands more-or-less follows the plot of ATLA, which would make John just the Firelord, but I do also like the notion of having a weird corruption going on that you mentioned in your tags, so:

If we want to introduce more of a TAZ flavor to things, I think it'd make sense if the airbender genocide had a more visible/direct effect on the world/on him-- after all, that's destroying nearly every single bender of one whole element in a worldwide balance.

For a more TAZ-like John (eg with a little wiggle room to not be The Worst Guy Forever), he could just not be the Firelord... but the Firelord's huge act of imbalancing the world still awoke this furious spirit corruption (like what happened to Hei Bai, but on a scale of the whole spirit world)

and John is someone who's decided to be a vessel for this cosmic fury & grief, having decided that these corrupted spirits are right and like... maybe that nobody should be able to bend ever again? And bc he's also being a "bridge between worlds" but for fucked up things he's kind of poised as a thematic nega-avatar. (Not with the ALOK lore on that situation though, doesn't really fit from what I remember)

Also fits with John using the same power as the heroes (the light of creation) to both start/realize and continue his whole deal in taz

[livingincolorsagain]

hello dear! so for the asks game:

1. My favorite fic of yours: favorite choices and rough surfaces

2. My favorite chapter in my favorite fic of yours: a close call but chapter 4 of careless whisper has my heart

3. The best character you've written for: sam and bucky I'm not choosing. you write them both perfectly

4. The best ship you've written for: sambucky duh

5. A fic I haven't read yet from you, but I want to: none obviously. (can you say the same, a? can you?)

6. Something I remember vividly from reading one of your fics: TOO MUCH. bucky's monolgue from ch4, they chase the sun like i chase you sunshine, it was dangerous, they both have their scars, sam stopped caring about those a long time ago. how do you think i notice all those little recurring details

7. What made me the most emotional after reading: I don't recall exactly the chapter but you should. it's the careless whisper chapter thay physically pained me I couldn't reread it again immediately. also ch4 again and deadly kiss. you make me cry a lot a

8. What I like the most about your writing: man i fucking love it all. your attention to details, your descriptions, your poetic lines. your deep understanding of the characters, how you say soo much with one simple line. how you set the scene wonderfully, foreshadowings and callback. i love everything

9. A fic i'm excited for you updating/posting: obviously careless whisper

10. A character/ship I didn't enjoy/think about as much before you wrote about them: sarahrhoedy. i never even considered the possibility but now they consumed me

11. Something I wish/hope you write: god I hope you don't take this as pressure but it's gotta be the soulmates au

12. A fic of yours that i've re-read: so many deadly kiss, i replay every embrace, I'm blanking but you know the ones. i think i reread most of them anyway

13. If i've ever shared/talked about your fic to someone else: to anyone who'd listen. uhh i think i did before yes

14. A fic I didn't expect to like so much: favorite choices obviously. and you know why! but dammit that fic is a masterpiece and i adore it so much. made me tear up

15. Aquestion I have about one of your fics: hmmm I always ask the questions as soon as i think of them. let's seeee. do you think you'll make a playlist for careless whisper and share it with us? both songs you used as titles and ones that remind you of it.

okay that's it now if there are typos ignore them im sleepy. byeee <3

hey! hello! omg! I can’t believe you answered all of them omg 😭

not even gonna tag the fics because that’s basically all of them, so instead gonna tag my ao3.

from this list

I don’t even know what to say, I just keep rereading every answer and beaming. Gonna try to say something anyway tho!

2. Chapter 4 of careless whisper also has my heart. The confrontation scene between Sam and Bucky especially is very important. Also I was really happy with the song choice and how it’s echoed throughout the chapter. (I go back and forth between how I feel about my writing in the chapter, but it’s always special to me and ultimately I’m happy with it)

5. No you can’t say that! Have you read my ronarry stuff? No, you didn’t. (Okay and neither can I, but not the point)

6. gonna cry actually. brb

7. That would be chapter 5! I very vividly remember you reading it for the first time and our very emotional conversation afterwards. (Sorry for making you cry a lot)

8. (another crying break) omg you have no idea how much this means to me. thank you so much baby <333

10. sarahrhodey for the win!

11. one day. i promise. it deserves to see the light of day

14. it’s still absolutely crazy to me how much you like that fic. i didn’t even think you’d read it and you not only read, it’s one of your favourites now. man

15. I think I might, yes. Maybe towards the end.

[dat-carovieh]

Leave him alone

Ship: Geraskier

Rating: T

Wordcount: 5.9k

Chapters: 5

Tags: Highschool AU, Modern AU, Bullying, Nerdy Geralt, First Kiss, Getting Together, Suicide Mention

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Finally, it was lunch break, Jaskier had been hungry for at least two hours. He should really remember bringing food to school with him, but he already knew, he wouldn’t. Everyday he got hungry half way through the morning and went hungry until lunch break and everyday he forgot to bring anything to eat. He was about to walk over to the canteen as he passed a group of people, he knew some of them but right now he didn’t want to deal with anyone, he just wanted to get food. It took him a couple of seconds until he realised what was going on. In the middle were a boy, he’d seen a couple of times before, he usually was alone. He was dressed in black and his long white hair let him easily stick out. He looked extremely uncomfortable; shoulders drawn up as if to protect himself. It immediately didn’t sit right with Jaskier.

“Ey weirdo, come on, say something,” someone yelled, another pushed him and he stumbled against the wall behind him. Such assholes, Jaskier was especially angry, since some of them were people, he knew and had hung out with in the future. He dropped his bag and elbowed his way through the group, now standing next to the boy in the middle.

“Really, what the fuck. Feeling good going after a single person in a group? Is this making you feel strong? Giving you a kick? I really expected better from you, Marc and Pascal,” he was looking at the two guys he hung out with occasionally. “Come on piss off everyone,” he yelled. He was absolutely ready to throw hands. But luckily it wasn’t necessary, because everyone started to leave. He started to calm down again and picked up his bag.

“You okay?” he asked the boy who seemed to be a bit older than him.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he answered in a gruff voice.

“I’m Jaskier,” he introduced himself and offered his hand.

“I’m Geralt,” he answered and took Jaskier’s hand carefully. He didn’t seem to trust him, which was probably understandable with most people bullying him, he was probably expecting Jaskier to be no different.

“I’m starving, wanna come to lunch with me?” Jaskier offered. Whenever Jaskier had seen Geralt, he had been alone, always sat alone at lunch, he wanted to change it, getting to know the guy. He should have probably done it earlier. Geralt nodded, he seemed surprised about the question but he followed Jaskier.

“Does this happen often?” Jaskier asked. Geralt had his hands buried in his pockets and was looking to the ground.

“On occasion,” he mumbled.

“Assholes, I’m gonna beat them all up,” Jaskier said. Geralt looked him up and down with a smirk.

“Are you?” Fair, Geralt was much broader than him and a little taller but that didn’t mean Jaskier couldn’t fuck someone up if he wanted.

“I might not look like it but I can land some good hits if need be. Got me into trouble a couple of times,” he said.

“Don’t want you to get into trouble because of me,” Geralt mumbled.

“It’s cool, I’m tight with Mr. Adams,” Jaskier explained, grinning.

“Hmmm.” So Geralt seemed not be one for talking a lot, Jaskier didn’t mind, he could easily talk for three people. They got their food and Geralt walked over to the corner table he was usually sitting at alone. As he sat down and realized, Jaskier had followed him and was now sitting down across from him.

“What are you doing? Not gonna sit with your cool friends?” Geralt asked dismissively. Jaskier looked over to them, they also seemed confused why he would sit with Geralt. Well they could shove it if they had a problem with it. Most of them weren’t really his friends, just Essi and Priscilla. The others were just people who were around a lot.

“Nah, they can deal without me, thought I keep you some company. That is if you want to,” Jaskier explained. He didn’t want to force his presence on the other boy but he felt like Geralt maybe needed a friend.

“’s fine,” Geralt answered and started to eat. He was talking so quiet, Jaskier nearly didn’t understand him in the loud room.

“You don’t trust me,” Jaskier asserted.

“Most people just talk to me to pick on me,” Geralt explained in a gruff voice.

“Most people are assholes,” Jaskier answered. “They like to pick on people who are alone and don’t fit in.”

Geralt didn’t answer. Maybe not the right topic to get him to talk, he probably didn’t want to talk about these idiots.

“So, you’re in twelfth grade, right?” Jaskier asked to change the topic.

“Hmm yeah,” Geralt answered.

“Please tell me, if you want me to fuck off,” Jaskier said laughing.

“Will do,” Geralt answered.

“Anyway, I’m in eleventh grade and also part of the school band I play guitar and sing,” Jaskier started to talk.

“Yeah I saw you at the Christmas performance,” Geralt answered. Jaskier leaned in and talked in a low voice.

“Let me tell you a secret, nearly no one here knows, because apparently I’m not as confident as you in being myself, I also play the lute and perform at ren fairs,” he admitted. He did hide the fact. Only his best friends knew and only two of them were in this school. He knew people would think it was weird and probably mock him. Geralt lifted an eyebrow as he heard that.

“Really?” he asked, sounding like he didn’t believe him.

“Let me show you,” he said and took his phone, quickly he searched through his phone until he found a photo where he performed. He was wearing blue tights under a pair of puffy pink pants and a doublet, lute in hand. Geralt grinned.

“Hot,” he said, clearly joking.

“I just told you my biggest secret, you’re not allowed to mock me,” he said, pouting.

“I love Gwent,” Geralt said, finally sharing something about himself. Jaskier was confused over the shift in topic for a second.

“Oh, I heard about this, but never checked it out,” he said. Geralt seemed a little embarrassed.

“It’s pretty nerdy,” he said.

“I figured, you’re a nerd,” Jaskier said grinning. “Maybe you want to show me sometime,” he suggested.

“Sure,” Geralt answered, but he didn’t sound convinced.

The bell reminded them that it was time to get back to class so they got up and cleaned up their table before leaving for class.

After Geralt had left for his own classroom Jaskier got surrounded by some of the people he would usually hang out with.

“Saw you hang out with the weirdo,” Thomas said, pushing his shoulder. “What’s your game, getting his secrets and then using them against him?” he asked.

“Wow what the fuck, you’re all assholes,” Jaskier said. “I was just being nice, wouldn’t hurt you to be as well.” Thomas looked a little taken aback but had the decency to apologize. “Honestly if you don’t like someone, just ignore them and don’t be a prick.” He was mad and walked quicker to leave them behind.

In the classroom Essi already waited at their shared table. At least with her, he knew, she wouldn’t make fun of anyone.

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[saintclay]

its 'hyperfixate on my first ever fandom' time oh boy

been rotating the idea of a young justice circus AU fic in my head and I treat tumblr like its my personal notesapp anyway so I'm just gonna put this here. if anything comes of it it comes of it.

AU of the OG 6 + Will and Zatanna because he was there in the episode that sparked these brainworms and come one. magician found in circus. that one just writes itself.

basically instead of becoming sidekicks/'partners' and forming the team, events(tm) lead to all of the members joining the circus. I'd probably end up making it slice of life

ok time for backstory or whatever Dick

this one is obvious he just never left the circus

actually did a minor stint as robin but the circus closed ranks around him when bruce tried to adopt him and in this AU bruce has things like emotional intelligence (canonical to earth-16. kinda) and went 'hmmm perhaps I am not ready to raise a very traumatized kid. maybe he should stay with his adopted family'

Wayne Industries is a major sponsor of the circus (why do I keep saying 'the circus'. its Halys. the Haly International Travelling Circus.) in character because bruce feels Empathy(tm) for dick and out of character because do you know how many plot holes that fixes. 'why can the circus take in this many teens? because Wayne just fucking throws money at them. they could retire and live a lush life if they wanted to! they do this for love not for money, and they no longer have to worry about money its great'

does a solo trapeze act, and is working on a duo act with Wally

Wally

the science experiment did not give him superspeed it just gave him a hospital visit and a lecture

went to see Halys after he got out of the hospital. because Barry and Iris wanted to give him something else to focus on

his dad (not Barry and Iris they're great this is my AU and in MY AU he lived with his dad who was not great) he was like 'ok fuck it I'm joining the circus'. and then he did.

doesn't actually have an act in the big top, but is one of the people who helps with the live setup/takedown of equipment in the acts. Dick is teaching him how to do the trapeze stuff but he's nowhere near ready to actually perform

Kaldur

Travelled with the circus for a mission and liked it a lot

this AU is a little darker wrt Atlantis, but basically his family sent him to live surfaceside because the Purist attacks were getting bad enough that they (and he) were genuinely scared for his life

also in this AU he learned about Black Manta being his father a lot earlier. he still isn't happy about it but because he found out about it at around the same time he left to go be aqualad, finding out didn't have the same impact on him

He's still Aqualad in this AU he's just a league standby/auxilary roster member

he and Will are the only ones who are also full-time heros on top of being members of the circus. Dick sometimes tags along with them but a lot of the time 'absolutely the fuck not you are thirteen you cannot come along with us to help bust a human traffic-ing ring.' actually works because Dick can't make the 'I've been training with Batman for years, I know what the fuck I'm doing' argument in this cannon. also because they rightfully pointed out that he's young enough that showing up with them all the time could easily point back to the circus, whereas the two of them are old enough that people will buy the 'traveling heros' thing

Kaldur is also more of a back-end guy (he's one of the people who helps unload/set up equipment and the fair grounds before the circus kicks off), but on nights that Zatanna is sick he will fill in for her magic show

Will

did the cademus mission solo with Kaldur after bitching and moaning about how the league didn't trust the two of them and then 'finding' the intel that the league was gathering left out on Ollie's desk

'finding' as in the league is much more willing to entertain the idea of a covert ops team of underage heros when the two of them are in their late teens and considered legal adults (or at least Will is because idr how old Kladur is cannonically in S1 but iirc he's like 17) and wanted to stress-test the pair of them

They found Conner! and also! Roy!

Will is ok about that! Its fine! its cool! no biggie! everything about his life is a lie but thats okay!

(narrator voice: he was in fact not fine about it)

Anyway yeah he's having a moment about that but thats ok. Conner got stuck on the team with them. Will is also totally okay with this

(side note because this is less than a year with Roy in cryo sleep he and Ollie have a much better relationship in this cannon. I mean he's still pissed and also having a moment about losing his arm but also he's missed a lot less of his life)

(Roy and Will have a very end-of-s2 type relationship where Roy is like 'ok yeah so he's my clone and thats like. creepy and also weird and also what the fuck. but he is also the one who actively found me b/c otherwise they wouldn't have even known to look and also he didn't know so like. I mean I'm not okay with this in the slightest but I'm not mad at him)

does an archery act. with fire. its pretty sick

Artemis

her mom is still in prison. her dad just got arrested. her sister has been MIA for months now, and is in no place to take care of her

so what does she do? she runs away and joins the circus. because like FUCK if she's letting CPS get their hands on her (Jade knows she's in the circus but also at this point in her life has already started to carve out a name as Cheshire)

rolled up and went 'yo do y'all want a knife thrower' and since their sword swallower had just retired they were like 'yea sure we need a new pointy sharp act'

not the most open about being Sportsmaster's daughter but thats more of a 'why the fuck would I go around telling people that my dad is a killer' thing. by the time Will, Kaldur, and Conner roll up the the circus the rest of the gang knew (they were briefed about it so they also knew)

Conner

Will and Kaldur broke him out of Cadamus with the league

Came with them on this mission and yeah he's staying now he likes it here better

the circus full of strays collected him like a stray and he collected them right back. uno reverse bitches

this is honestly probably a healthier environment for him to be in

does a strongman act. does not really understand why people are so impressed, but he thinks its kinda cool

The Light is screaming crying tearing their hair out (except lex cause he's bald) why is their secret weapon clone having the time of his life in the circus what the fuck

M'gann

snuck down to earth. was not detected on her uncle's bio-ship

did NOT join the team did NOT tell anyone she was there.

showed up at the circus. did some research. asked if they wanted a contortionist

also presented herself as being 17-18 instead of being a teenager

nobody has realized that she's missing yet. she is. totally cool totally cool totally okay about that.

people do not know she's a martian and they have no reason to suspect. this is going to be one of The Many Big Reveals.

crushing on Conner because he's an Outsider who is Not Of Earth like her. he has heard this because she doesn't know how well he can hear and is like 'hmm. well I will not mention this'

honestly much more used to being Megan The Human Person

Zatanna

the events of cannon happened and her dad got Dr. Fate-ed

since she had met Connor/Will/Kaldur at this point and knew they were at the circus she showed up shortly after that and went 'can I join y'all'

and I mean. she's a born performer. and the theatrics of a deeply traumatized 16 year old who is desperately trying not to have a mental breakdown are RIVETING

depending on when I decide to start this AU she probably isn't at the circus (since I'm probably going to start with 'Conner, Will, and Kaldur go undercover at the circus, and she wouldn't show up until a bit later')

saves most of her grand magic for the stage. at this point since there have been reveals the rest of the team covers for her. does card tricks and slight of hand tricks as well but thats normally the warm up to her act

ok I'm tired I might add more to this later

[mayullla]

Yet another stepbrother au brainrot lol. So I recall when I was a child that my granny liked to knit clothes for my dolls. What if mc takes knitting as a hobby? And then she ends up knitting things for her brothers like specially designed scarves with their names on them (always tags "big brother" at the start of their names) or even plush toys (each a corresponding animal that fondly reminds her of them). Bonus: she uses the brothers' old unusable clothes as the toys' ownclothes ☆Starlight Anon

My search history officially now has "Can 6 years old knit?"

Hmmm... You probably don't know how to knit, maybe you would like to know when one of your many babysitters who looked after you passed their time with knitting but you didn't really spend much time with her. Your brothers would probably be worried also when you have those sharp wooden sticks, worried that when you would poke your eye when nobody was looking.

But there was that one time when your father came to the country planning on spending quality time with his little daughter, you were delighted when he told you that you and he would go on a shopping spree. That he would buy you anything that you want!

Your dad got you so many clothes, cute with frills and the more extravagant looking clothes. You like them, already thinking of playing fashion model with Ayato and Kaeya with these clothes and then take lots and lots of pictures with them.

Your father took you to a toy story, and as you looked through the barbie section you noticed a small shop near the toy store. Dolls and accessories were a little more dainty and charming than the factory made toys that you were looking at. Maybe it was the aesthetic that made you interested in the place as you grabbed your father's hand to head to that place.

Walking into the story you found out from your father that this place sold handmade things from dolls to scarfs. you looked at the things that they made most of them knitted. the old granny asked you what you would like and if you were looking for something you looked at the granny then the items and then the things again becoming a little shy all of the sudden. Your father asked you also what you would like to get, and hesitantly you asked if you gift your stepbrothers something here.

Your father was a little bit surprised but he let you, telling you that it was only proper to gift them something as they were the ones who took care of you. The granny laughed at how adorable you were and told you that if you could not find something for your stepbrother she is happy to make them for you, a commission of sort.

Your eyes sparkled that moment as you asked the old granny to make you 13 things, surprising the granny a bit due to the number while your father in the background sighed.

For Zhongli a knitted eastern dragon brown, with gold horns, nails and tail.

Diluc got an eagle knitted doll, as you were quick to remember that Diluc had once cared for an eagle.

Kaeya you went to the accessories instead and noticed pretty silver dangling earrings, they were star-themed with one having a big moon and stars hanging on it while the other had a big star with small crescent moons dangling on it. White and blue crystals were decorated, and immediately you grabbed them as they reminded you of Kaeya.

For Albedo you asked if you could get a cardigan, cream white with light blue lining and star decoration.

Candles of Ayato, when you read that some could help with stress and relaxation as you were struggling to figure what doll you should ask the granny to make. (Much to your father's relief as he didn't want you to bother the granny too much.)

You got Childe a very puffy knitted narwhale that was in the shop, was basically a circle with how much stuffing there was inside but you liked how soft and squishy it was.

Venti you asked for a Japanese raindoll, where you gave a picture of what it should look like. Venti always doodle a small mascot when he was bored and there was paper around. You happened to have a drawing with you and gave it to the granny. (Venti's true form in-game)

Xiao you got him a dark gray-green chunky knit throw blanket, he was always in the living room and sometimes you were cold there and wondered if xiao was ever cold back then. (Thankfully this was also already made-)

Kazuha was hard for you to decided, you weren't sure what he would like when you noticed a shawl, that was marron in colour with an autumn design to it. Quickly you snatched it as if it would fly away if you dont.

Thoma, you got him mitten for cooking you remembered how old they were in the kitchen when you and him baked bread for everyone. they were pretty in your eyes, red with little puppy designs on them.

Itto you went back to the granny asking her if it was possible to get a bull plush with angry eyes. Itto told you in the past that he made friends with a bull when he was kid, telling you how cool that guy was almost every single time.

For Chongyun you got him a scarf similar, white with little gold and light blue designs on it. You never really understand when he say that he need to be cold so that he would not faint often when it is gold outside you would nag him to wear a jacket at least!

Bennett, you looked around and found a helmet circle red badge with a thumbs up on the middle sewn in gold and grabbed that.

Your father watched you with a smile on his face, your face was seriously considering the gifts really and in his heart, he was glad that you finally have a place that you started to slowly consider home.

(Another thing he was glad about was that the granny was sweet enough to follow your demands, telling him that she didn't mind and that she could make them with their friends who almost knitted and sold things here in the shop.)

[ggukseoulcafe]

— sea shells | pjm

pairing: park jimin x reader

genre: fluff, established relationship! au

rating: pg-13

summary: A day at the beach and Jimin by your side, can it get any better? Yes, it can. Why? Because it's his birthday.

word count: 3.1k

warnings: tooth rotting fluff, jimin being very cheesy because he L words her, slight hints at insecurity, quite a few pov shifts, jimin's duality makes a brief special appearance

a/n: first of all, happy birthday jimin! (i know im a little late im sorry) this is a little something i wrote to celebrate but tbh, im not sure how i feel about this one but it might just be me being 🥴 anyway, i hope you enjoy!

"What do I do? I need to get it together," you mumble to yourself as you pace around the office cafeteria, having waited for the space to clear up to have some privacy.

"You act like I can't hear you, babe," you hear Hoseok say, glancing his way to find him sipping cola with a raised eyebrow.

Of course, when you say privacy, you mean privacy from the co-workers in your office who are not Hoseok. Perks of being the best friend, as they say.

“And?” you retort, “I know you’re here, Hobi and that’s sorta the whole point.”

“And by that, you mean what?” Hoseok sighs, as if your turmoil is draining his energy as well. And that’s not completely wrong either.

Hoseok always gets dragged in to your problems; in fact, he’ll be more surprised if you didn’t tag him along on your misery adventures.

“You know what I mean, Hobi,” you pout, “Jimin’s big day is in like….six days now and I absolutely do not have any ideas on anything special I could possibly do for him, all that comes to mind is too overdone and I don’t want that. I want him to feel special.”

Hoseok’s expression softens. “You know….maybe you won’t have to do anything.”

You look at him in confusion, “What do you mean by that?”

Hoseok contemplates his options. Should he just tell you? Or should he keep it to himself? He weighs the options in his head. But a single sigh from you is enough for him to come to a decision.

He chooses the former.

After all, he is your best friend and watching you struggle over this isn’t something he wishes to see any longer. Besides, it’s not like Jimin asked him to keep this from you.

He sits up straight and clears his throat, “___, the thing is, Jimin’s planning to take you somewhere on his birthday- ”

Before he could finish, however, you gasp out, “What? Wha- When did this plan happen?”

“Shhh! Please keep it down, ___. And yeah, he’s been planning this for awhile now,” he shrugs.

“And how do you know that?”

Hoseok gives you an unimpressed eyeroll,

“Babe, did you forget that I’m his close friend too?”

And that was true.

Hobi has been your and Jimin’s close friend since before you started dating Jimin. Now, three years later, it’s still the same. Your friendship just as strong as it was back then.

“He told you that, huh. Is it okay though? For you to tell me this? Because Jimin never mentioned it so maybe he was planning a surprise?”

Hoseok just shrugs, “Nah. If it was something like that, he would’ve said that and made it clear. But he hasn’t so no worries,” he smiles.

“Hmmm, that’s true I guess,” you hum.

In the few years you’ve been with Jimin, you’ve come to understand many aspects of him. One of them being his perfection. He goes out of his way to make things perfect. You always assure him that he doesn’t have to but he just smiles. You’ve realized by now that it’s just a part of him.

So maybe it just slipped from his mind.

You reach home by late evening. The days getting colder as autumn makes its presence known more each passing day. Closing the door to your apartment, you toss your shoes and bag aside as you breathe in the comforting scent of home.

“Jimin, I’m home,” you call out.

Getting no answers, you frown. You step inside the living room and try again,“Jimin? You home? Where are you, baby?”

You hear a small muffled voice say something but the sound is too low to comprehend. You realize it’s coming from your bedroom.

Pushing the already open door with a light nudge, you find Jimin sitting on the bed, propped up against the headboard and busy typing away on his laptop. Probably work, you guess.

You move to sit beside him. “Are you busy, Jimin?”

He hums in response.

“Ummm okay,” you say as you move to take some clean clothes from the closet.

However, before you can leave the room, he begins, “It’s just a little work that came up suddenly. But what’s up?”

He’s smiling at you with a curious expression.

“Oh I just wanted to talk about something but it’s okay, it can wait,” you try to wave if off.

“Talk?” he goes slightly wide-eyed but softens quickly, “I’ll be done in 20, I think. How about you take a shower in the mean time? Then we can talk all you want, hmm?” he wiggles his eyebrows.

You snort in response to his antics but agree anyway because a shower sounds great right now.

As he hears the sound of the water hitting the floor from the shower, Jimin wonders what possibly would be the reason for the sudden need to talk. Of course, you both talk everyday (duh) but you never state it like that. Or at least, he can’t remember the last time you asked him about it.

Words flowed naturally in your relationship, both of you comfortable to share most concerns with each other without any problems. So, place for misunderstanding was small. Sure, you had your own share of fights but it never got to a point where it seemed unsolvable. Even silence had its own meaning when it came to your relationship.

So Jimin was finding it difficult to stop the thoughts from running in his mind.

As he wallows in his overthinking, he hears the bathroom door open.

You enter the room wearing one of his oversized shirts with your sleep shorts; a calm expression on your face, surely the happiness from taking a warm shower seeping in.

"Hey, ____," he starts, "What did you wanna talk about?"

Turning your head, you watch him looking at you nervously.

"Oh, actually I heard," you pause. Chewing on your bottom lip, you wonder if it's a good idea to ask him about it.

"Heard?" Jimin's holding his breath now.

You decide to just say it, "Uh, you're taking me somewhere on your birthday, Jimin?"

You look at him with a curious expression.

"Is that what you wanted to talk about?"

"Umm, yeah....," you trail off.

Jimin lets out a long sigh.

"____, you had me for a minute there," he looks at you with a small curve to his lip, "thought something was seriously up."

"Hmm? I was just wondering what was up with you planning an outing by yourself," you tilt your head as you look at him.

Jimin shakes his head as laughs, "Where did you even hear that? Hobi?"

"Yeah, he said you didn't mention about it being a surprise or whatever so he just let me know," you answer as you shrug, "Are you mad?"

"Of course not, baby. It's okay," he ruffles your hair, "I thought you wanted to talk about something else. Like maybe a misunderstanding.....," he trails off.

You don't miss the way his voice gets smaller at the last part.

"Jimin, it's nothing like that. You know we're okay," you say as you wrap your arms around him.

He squeezes back.

"But it's your birthday, Jimin. Why are you the one giving me gifts, hmm? I should be planning surprises here," you pout.

He coos at how cute you are as he takes your hands in his warm ones, "____, this is somewhere I always wanted to go with you. So think of this as me asking you out as a gift for my birthday."

And just like that, you feel yourself melt. As if he could get even more perfect.

"Hmm, dunno if I agree with that but okay. Where are we going?"

"You really wanna know? Don't want surprises?"

"Nah-ah," you wiggle your pointer finger in front of his face as a 'no', "I've already had one and that's enough. Tell me," you whine lightly.

He chuckles in response. "____, we're going to the beach."

Instantly, your eyes light up.

"Couldn't ask for a better place. I love the beach so much-"

"-And I know that," he answers, "I also know how much you love collecting sea shells, baby. I hope you'll have fun with me."

How on earth did you find someone so perfect?

"Jimin, you're perfect. You know that?"

"And I'm not, you know that. You're just too kind, baby," he kisses the top of your head, "let's get dinner and have a good rest, yeah?"

Wrapping your hands around his waist once again, you bury your head in his chest as you nod your approval.

"Jimin, did you see my sunblock? I swear I left it on the table yesterday....," you sigh as you look around the living around.

"Baby, I think I saw you put it in your bag after you wished me yesterday night?"

You turn to look at him and immediately feel weak in your knees.

He looks gorgeous. With casual clothes on and freshly showered, Jimin is the epitome of dreamy. Not to mention, the way he stands out from the rest of the room with that alluring presence has you breathing a tad bit too fast. It's like he's the art that makes the room look beautiful and lively.

You find yourself admiring the sight when you hear his voice.

"____? Did you hear me? I think it should be in your bag, babe. Check it once, hmm?" He's smirking.

"Oh, umm yeah, right. I think I forgot," you awkwardly reply, still lost in your thoughts, completely filled with him.

You get the rest of your morning routine done in a daze as you get ready for heading out.

Checking yourself in the mirror one last time, you move to the living room where Jimin shamelessly checks you out.

"What?"

"What? I can't stare at my beautiful girl?"

You instantly feel your cheeks go warm, "Right. You look amazing yourself," you smile at him.

"Not as good as you."

You snort in response, "Stop it, Jimin," you laugh.

He joins in, laughing loudly, as he holds your waist to lead you outside.

"You set?" He asks as he gets behind the wheel.

You hum in response, already vibrating with excitement at the prospect of spending time with him on the beach.

Jimin reaches out and gives your thigh a gentle squeeze to which you reply with a light peck on his cheek, both of you giggling like it’s so new to you.

It isn’t. You know that better than anyone as your thoughts wander to all the less than innocent things you do together.

But there’s always another time to think about that, you tell yourself.

Moving your attention back to the present, you watch as Jimin starts the car. On instinct, you turn your head away. There’s no way you’ll be able to handle the sight of him driving.

Looking outside the window, the weather is clear today. Blue skies with just some fluffy clouds visible. The perfect weather for a day on the beach.

By the time the ocean comes into view, you’re letting out 'wows' every other second.

Jimin watches as you open the door as soon as he parks, getting out and taking a deep breath in. As if you want to savour the ocean air, he thinks.

“___, shall we get changed? Then we can do whatever you like,” he smiles, holding your hand.

You nod your head in answer as you move to get changed.

Till you come back, Jimin looks around the beach. His own sore eyes getting soothed as every second passes, the waves calming him down.

Time seems so slow here, with the buzzing city life far away.

You poke him in the waist when you see he’s distracted, laughing out when he lets out a loud yelp.

But as his eyes settle on you, you can’t help biting you lips.

He’s looking at you like he’s never seen anything more mesmerizing. Eyes flitting up and down over your figure, continuous in their obvious ogling.

And then, he lets out a whistle. Teasing as always, it’s Jimin after all.

“You look like every man’s dream come true, baby,” he purrs.

You look away, “That’s not true, baby,” you try to hide your smile.

But he can look right through you, “Oh, but it is and you know it too, baby. But you know what else is true?”

You look at him in confusion, “What?”

“That no matter how many people’s dream you may be, they can never have you,” his gaze darkens, “You’re only mine, aren’t you? Hmm?”

Okay, that was out of nowhere. You were not ready for that.

“Answer me, baby,” he lets out, voice all rough.

“Of course, Jimin. Only you.”

He seems satisfied with the answer as his expression completely shifts to give out a cute grin as he squeezes your hand. As if he wasn't a completely different person just seconds ago.

This man is going to be the death of you.

“What do you wanna do, ___,” Jimin questions out loud as he looks around the beach.

“How ‘bout we eat cotton candy? I saw a store selling it earlier.”

“Sure,” he smiles as he leads you towards the stores.

As you stroll around the beach, cotton candy in one hand and Jimin’s warm hand in the other, you think back to all the times you’ve visited the beach together.

Jimin watches you with a soft smile on his face, the sight of you eating and being lost in your thoughts, humming to yourself makes happiness bloom in his chest. Watching you be happy around him makes his heart soar.

He comes to a halt when he sees something he's sure you'll love to see. Tugging your wrist, he points in the direction opposite of your trail.

"____, look over there," he points.

You direct your attention to that direction and instantly light up when you see so many sea shells collected at the edges of beach.

"Wanna pick some?"

"Is that even a question? Let's just goooo," you take his hand and almost run in the direction, making him laugh.

As you get busy looking around the area to find shells, Jimin lets his mind wander back to when you first met. So grateful he was for that encounter that day.

"____?"

"Hmm?" You look at him in question.

"Do you remember the day we met?" He tilts his head as he smiles.

"Of course, I do," you grin, "How can I forget that?"

You giggle and he joins in as he laughs along with you.

Jimin still remembers that day so clearly.

He had been walking around the university campus when he noticed the girl walking in front of him drop something. But she didn't notice and walked away. He remembers picking up the fallen belonging and looking at it, it was a keychain shaped like a sea shell, blue in colour.

He vividly reminisces how you reacted when he returned it to you. You looked so relieved, like it was a treasure worth millions; thanking him again and again and rambling about how much you liked sea shells, blue ones in particular. When you realized you were going off, you had sheepishly smiled at him, mumbling a small "sorry."

That was the day he first learned that you loved sea shells. And more importantly, that was how he met you- a coincidence that he couldn't be more thankful for.

You watch him zoning out and throw some sand on his hand trying to tease him, "What's up?"

He snaps out of his thoughts, "Oh, I was just reminiscing about the day we met. The sea shell keychain....," he trails off.

"Yeah, so glad I dropped the keychain that day," you smirk.

"Are you looking for a blue shell again?"

"You know me too well," you pout, "But yeah, you know I am. No luck yet though," you sigh.

"Hmmm....that's true," he looks around for blue shells, "I can't see any either."

"It's fine. These are pretty enough," you smile honestly.

"____, just wait for me here for a bit okay? I'm just going to the washroom. Will be back soon."

"Okay," you nod at him.

When he returns some time later, you wave at him to reach you faster. "Took you long enough," you try to act pissed but it doesn't work as you end up cracking a grin.

"Hmm, I'm sorry," he looks at you with so much fondness in his eyes.

"____? Can you close your eyes for me?"

"What?" You smile at him curiously.

"C'mon just do it, baby," he whines lightly.

You laugh, "Okay, okay sure," you laugh as you close your eyes.

And then, you feel it- something against your neck.

"Open them now," he whispers.

You immediately look down and see it. A chain having a beautiful blue shell as the centerpiece. You can feel tears welling up in your eyes as you look at it.

Closing your eyes, you bite your lip. And when you open them, you see Jimin smiling at you radiantly.

You can't help the tears as you take him in, feeling so much love for him, it makes you feel like you could burst.

Moving forward, you wrap your arms around his waist, sniffling into his chest. "Why are you so good to me? You're too perfect, Jimin. I don't deserve you," you mumble in one breath.

"Hey, that's not true. You do so much for me but you don't realise it, baby. And don't ever think that way again. You deserve everything," he comforts you, rubbing warm circles up and down your back.

"Really....whose birthday is it, huh?" You question as you look at him, "Because I'm the one getting all the gifts," you whisper through your smile.

Jimin touches your nose with his in a cute eskimo kiss as he breathes, "Like I said, your presence is enough for me- the biggest gift I could ever have."

"But that's not fair. You really think I'll take that? We're going straight home after this, I've got something to show you," you look up at him, eyes shining with happiness.

He nods as he tugs you back to the car, hands intertwined the whole time.

And as he drives, he looks over only to watch you sleeping soundly. Your soft snores the only sound ringing in the car but that's all he wants to hear.

As the ocean disappears from the car sight, all he can think is how good it would be if you would accompany him on all of his birthdays like you did today. And he would accompany you on yours.

And he hopes that he'll always get to gift you blue sea shells, every year. As a reminder of his love for you, now and forever. The idea of not being able to do that makes him feel uneasy but he shakes it away.

He sighs and looks over to you again, only to find you smiling in your sleep.

And just like that, all his worries lift away. With just a glimpse of your smile, his heart is at peace again.

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Summer Ennui - Sagau

notes: this has been rotting in my docs since the first day of the archipelago event

tags: possessive, sagau au <<< most of those things are implied, other than that it's just fluffy goodness

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Summer is a great thing, especially if you’re on a vacation. Unfortunately for a certain someone, summer won’t be anything special for them. They can’t even feel the heat the season brings for so many worry excessively that something will happen.

“I want to play in the sun too! Staying inside is so boring, or at least bring me to Snezhnaya so I can play with the snow.”

Albedo almost gave in on the demand thrown at him. Afterall, he strives to please to god. Sadly as much as he wants to accompany them and fulfill all of their wishes, the deity’s body is fragile hence the overprotectiveness. 

“Fine, fine I know you wont give in… Ahhhhh at times like this I wish I had my phone with me.”

Ears perk up at the mention of an unknown term. The blond alchemist who’s always eager to hear more about the world his lovely god resided in listened intently, hoping to milk more details. And maybe an inspiration as to how to make his beloved cheer up.

The god looked up from their pillow and met eager eyes awaiting for them to continue. At first they were initially gonna leave it at just the mention of the device but thought against it after seeing Albedo. The alchemist just looks too cute. Like a child waiting for a candy you promised him.

“Hmmm, how should I explain a phone? Well I want to have it with me because it has games and a bunch of other things like the internet where you can search everything. It’s really entertaining…”

_____ knows they aren’t making sense. After all there is no such thing as the internet in this world and that was achieved through many research and developments of the great people back on Earth. So instead, they explain the basics of a phone. A device mostly used for long distance communication.

Albedo immediately contacted Alice after that. _____ none the wiser thought that would be the end of the topic and continued with their daily life inside the subspace they are living in.

Several weeks passed after. The conversation about phones was long forgotten in the deity’s mind. Many acolytes have visited them during this season of boredom, as they started to call summer with Childe merely laughing before promising to somehow convince Pantalone into buying some magical snow they can play with.

“It looks like a toy, should I use this to play with Klee?”

“You can if you want to. Alice has made several, she even gave some of them to Venti.”

“That’s so nice. It looks super cute too, thank you Albedo! Please pass along my thanks to Alice too.”

To give thanks, _____ gave Albedo a quick kiss on the cheek before running off to show off the Dodocommunication to Zhongli. The genius alchemist was left stunned for a few seconds with the tip of their ears turning the lightest shade of pink. He then left the abode to go report to Alice after managing to compose himself. 

Soon enough though, everyone wouldn’t be sure if it was worth it making the communication device for their beloved god. For somehow they just manage to call at the worst time possible.

“Pantalone! Pantalone! I know you can’t see it but I wanna tell you about the new trick Kageroumaru learned in the snow!

Oh you’re at a funeral? I’m sorry…

Please give everyone my greetings and remind Childe that he promised to go fishing with me later!”

The previously tense and silent room was suddenly filled with the mentioned harbinger’s noises of effort to not laugh. The serious atmosphere may have been ruined but instead of being annoyed, everyone’s hearts warmed up instead.

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I would very much like to hear abt ur au

I am so sorry this took so long, I was at work.

Turned out long so READ MORE CUT also I'm tired I hope the ideas here are clear

SO there's two AUs, based on a theory I saw that Yancy was maybe Wilford's kid (I totally forget who I saw post that, I was scrolling the tag and not my dash)

And I went hmm... what if AU (not a theory, an AU)

What if AU where...

Yancy is Wilford's kid and that's why he can pull musical numbers out of his ass and then shove them back in in the blink of an eye and why his tattoos change.

AND what if Illinois, Date Mark, and Heist Mark were all Actor's kids, since he canonically has kids? And they all have like, similarities, maybe Actor was in their lives just long enough to make an impression/influence personalities but then left. Also they don't know they're his kids or that they're related, that's important.

Illinois with his ego/self-confidence and show-offys somewhat dramatic nature, as well as dismissiveness of the deaths of his travelling companions.

Date Mark is of course a huge romantic, I headcanon he can pull things out of thin air but only if they're romantic (alas, wallet doesn't fall into that category), and of course his being a "Patron Of The Arts." And the multiple timelines.

Heist because ego/self-confidence, bein extremely difficult to kill (shot in the chest with a high-tech gun and just being fine), the multiple timelines of course. He's also a little- he's a little cold to Viewer sometimes, you know? Just a smidge.

And Engineer... Dark's kid. Or Grandkid. Two routes here! Either he could be Dark's kid, somehow, or he could be Dark's grandson with Dorene (obviously Mark has sort of both dismissed and confirmed Dorene/Celine theory but let's simplify that down to Dorene is Dark with Celine in charge). Either way, related to Dark.

Why Dark? Well... mainly that scene where we enter the Warp Core room after talking with Old Man Mark, and there being Many Marks. And it reminded me of Dark multiplying himself for a moment in Heist. Plus I think it'd be fun to hear him echo some Damien and Dark lines, I think those could be good to hear from him. Also being hard to kill, in the same way as Heist. And of course, being stuck in a loop and broken by a broken world. And some uh... obsessive tendancies.

The second AU... they're all Actor's kids, AND NONE OF THEM KNOW IT!

Same reasoning for most of them, honestly, with the supernatural aspects and ego bits and such... in this version Heist and Engineer were actually supposed to be twins but due to Time And Space Fuckery they. Weren't.

ANYWAY in both AUs they're all having a good time with their Y/N's when a wormhole opens and snatches their Y/N's away and they go in after them (except Illinois, he goes in out of curiosity more than anything)

Now, of course, Actor stole Y/N. They're all the same Y/N of course, so they become One Being when he snatches all of them.

And Heist, Date, Engineer/Space, Yancy, and Illinois, they all end up trapped in one tiny room together. At first Actor just wants to lock them away. BUT THEN!

In All Actor AU, he realizes "Oh shit, my bastard children, oh they have powers like I do? Hmmm maybe I should help them give in to those powers and break their spirits let them help me be the hero."

In Decedents Of The Trio AU or whatever the fuck I'll end up calling it, it's because "Oh shit my bastard children- And William and Damien's??? Well obviously I need to turn their children into my helpers, that's a good fucking story beat."

And as they're stuck in the room trying to escape The Manor/The Entity is trying to chip away at their wills and souls.