#enoi fanfiction

[feelingsobloom]

I recognize and acknowledge that the RAYS fandom is dust BUT is there anyone out there. Any singular person who wants a dom!Yeongtae college fic with a sub!reader which would include light degradation, safe words, pet names: baby, love, pet; derogoratory names: slut, my little you, fucksleeve…; impact play, definitely some dacryphilia like it’ll be sweet too but overall just really really dirty

For context: the man in question

[theconstantstateofwhat]

Chapter 7 of  “Who said being a (teenage) superhero is easy?”

Here’s the link! hope yall will enjoy it and I’ll see you more on this new account for the fic!

[uhohwhathaveidone]

hii !! im guessing ur open for requests?? if so ..I saw a tiktok abt harry coming late in potion class one day and complained how dracos cologne stank the whole room, I was wondering if you can make the same however with sebastian as draco and (fem or gn)reader as harry I've read ur amortentia fic but I wanted to see this as a fanfiction :)) thank you ^^

I SAW THAT TOO like way to go Harry, you played yourself.

Caramel (S.S)

How do you say caramel? I'm actually dyslexic, so I don't have the slightest clue if the way I'm spelling it matches how I pronounce it, but my mother and I often make fun of each other for it. Seh says care a mel. Pretty sure that's how I'm spelling it in this too, but I say Car mel. Just a little snippet about me, I suppose. Anyway, these two have such an obvious pinning for each other, Ominis just enjoys it. Enoy <3

      “As I said before, I don’t think it’s wise to taste the potions you make, especially when you’re adding ingredients like stings to the mix!” You said, walking beside Garreth as you made your way to the potion’s classroom. The Gryffindor shook his head, smiling. “And I told you, it’s perfectly safe! It’ll taste just like the candy, honest.” You shook your head, sighing. “But if that was the case, wouldn’t it already be a product?” “Not necessarily! It’s entirely possible that they never thought of it.” “It’s even more possible that they tried the exact same thing you’re trying and found that it wouldn’t work.” You argued lightly, stepping into the classroom. You stopped partly inside, frowning as your nose burned, the scent of caramel filling your senses. You looked over to Garreth, pouting playfully as you narrowed your gaze. “Are you eating caramel candy, Garreth? Without sharing?” You asked, watching as the Weasley looked at you, confused. “No, why?”

      You bit your lip, looking around the room for the source of the scent. “I smell caramel, I figured you had some.” You said, slowly walking around, finding the scent follow you. You turned to Sebastian, who spoke with Ominis with a concerned face, eyes widening when you began to make your way over. “Sebastian, you usually carry caramel candy, do you have any on you?” You asked, leaning up against the potion table, smiling. Sebastian checked his pockets quickly, shaking his head as he furrowed his brows, freckled cheeks tinted with a light shade of pink. “Nothing on me, why?” You let out a frustrated sigh as you turned your head to Ominis. “Do you smell caramel? The room is thick with it.” Ominis smiled as he shook his head, shrugging his shoulders. You frowned, sniffing the air once more, a new scent mixing with the salted caramel. “Also smells like…a fire was just set? Garreth, have you already blown up a potion?”

      Garreth shook his head, hands raised to show that he hadn’t touched the cauldron yet. You sighed, grabbing Ominis and leading him over to his own potion table. “Ominis, do you know why the room smells an awful lot like Sebastian? Did he find a spell or something that just amplifies it?” You asked, frowning as the smile on Ominis’ lips grew. “No idea, perhaps you should ask him?” Ominis stated, quirking a brow. You quickly shook your head, sniffling as the smell only grew. “Ask him? What do you want me to do, walk up to him and go Hey Sebastian! Do you know why the classroom smells like you?” Ominis chuckled, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t ask like that; you already said it smelled like him.” You bit your lip, looking around the room. Sebastian avoided your gaze as he listened to Garreth, who had taken to telling Sebastian all about his candy potion.

      Sighing, you took a seat at your cauldron, shaking your head as you watched Professor Sharp as he sat at his desk, bubbling cauldron of his own sat before him. You peer over at Ominis, tapping his arm. He turned to you, the shadow of a smile still dancing on his lips. “Do you know what Sharp has in that cauldron?” You asked, taking another glance over at the professor. Ominis shrugged, biting back a smile as he forced a frown. “No idea, but I’m sure he’ll explain it when he starts the class.” You sighed, taking your book out and examining that chapter that you had left off on.

      A few moments later Sharp clapped his hands together, signaling the start of class. “You might notice a change in atmosphere today, if you haven’t already.” He started, glancing around the room. You narrowed your eyes as he continued. “Today, we are not making any potions. Rather, you are not allowed to learn how to make this potion, due to the dangers that surround it.” You frowned, glancing over to Garreth as he watched, starry-eyed as he looked over at the cauldron. You shook your head, turning back to Sharp as he continued to speak. “What I have at my desk is a love potion called Amortentia, one of the most powerful of its kind.” You felt your heart sink, trying to remember the passage you had read that talked about said potion. “This potion works even without being consumed, it's vapor filling your sense,” he glanced over at you, “allowing you to smell what attracts you the most.” You felt your cheeks flare up, eyes wide as you choked on air, silently suffering as you watched Ominis chuckle. Garreth smirked as he looked over at you, glancing over at Sebastian, who’s eyes widened as well, the tint of pink that had finally left his face coming back full force.

      Sharp continued the lesson, secretly enjoying the looks of horror that painted his students faces as they realized what they were smelling. “When consumed, the drinker becomes obsessed with the person, surpassing love completely.” He frowned, looking over his cauldron as he chose his next words. “If a child is conceived while under the influence of this potion, they will be unable to feel love or affection, leaving the child with a lack of compassion for anyone and anything.” He finished; his eyes dark. You frowned, who would trick someone into such a thing with a love potion? You shook your head, putting your book back into your bag, cheeks still warm as Sharp ended that class. You bid Ominis farewell as you quickly left the classroom, avoiding any and all eye contact.

      Sebastian walked over to Ominis, poking him in the side. “You knew, didn’t you?” He hissed, referring to their conversation before you arrived. Sebastian had walked into the room, immediately smelling you. He had walked to Ominis, asking if you had arrived before him, to which Ominis shook his head. That was when he began to smile, telling Sebastian that you weren’t in the classroom. “If they’re not here yet, why does the room smell like them?” Ominis shrugged, the smirk that tugged at his lips growing. “I’m not sure what you mean, Sebastian. No one else has mentioned it.” Ominis teased, crossing his arms. That was when you walked in, talking with Garreth before stopping and looking around confused. Sebastian didn’t want you to know that he had thought you were already there, based off what the classroom smelled like, and felt his cheeks heat up as he avoided your gaze.

      He had no choice but to meet your eyes when you walked up to him, his heart pounding as you leaned against the table next to him. You smiled sweetly at him, asking if he had any caramel candy.  A weird request to most, but you had often told him that he smelled like caramel, causing him to carry around the small treats in case you had a craving for its salty sweetness. He had quickly checked his pockets, frowning when he realized he didn’t bring any with him, shaking his head as he watched you deflate slightly. He watched with wide eyes as you turned to Ominis, asking if he smelt the caramel that filled the room, who shook his head as his smile grew wider. “The air is thick with it.” You said, frowning as you looked around. As if his heart could beat any faster, it did just that, Sebastian’s thoughts racing. He was experiencing the same thing, only it was your scent that was thick in the air. Confusion settled on his face as he watched you frown once again, mentioning that it began to smell like a fireplace as well. His face grew warmer, unsure if he should speak up, knowing that one night, you had told him that he had smelled like cinders and salted caramel, and now you were smelling it again.

      You had taken Ominis away, and Sebastian watched as you began whispering to Ominis, catching your eye for a split second. Sebastian had no choice but to listen to Garreth as he spoke about his new potion idea, not really paying him any mind as his words went in through one ear and out the other. He zoned out in that moment, thoughts continuing to roam as he tried to figure out the meaning behind what he was experiencing. It was only when Sharp began class that he had to quiet the thoughts and pay attention, glancing at the cauldron that sat on the professor’s desk.

      “Who’s to say that I knew?” Ominis said, bringing Sebastian back from his thoughts. He sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “You were smiling as soon as I mentioned that the room smelled like Y/n!” “Did I? I must not have noticed.” “Don’t be cheeky, Ominis! Why didn’t you say something?” Ominis shrugged, smirking as he grabbed his belongings. “I found it rather fun, listening to you as you basically confessed that you had feelings for Y/n.” He began. “Imagine my amusement when they came in with Garreth, basically telling everyone about the caramel smell, the same smell you carry everywhere you go.” Sebastian scoffed; face hot as he shook his head. Ominis was right, however, being told by each of you that you had feelings for each other without even knowing it; oblivious to the other’s feelings. Sebastian breathed heavily, thoughts racing yet again as he tried to figure out what to do next.

      “You’re rather daft, you know that?” Ominis said, shaking his head as he began to walk out of the classroom. Sebastian quickly followed, frowning. “And what’s that supposed to mean, Sir Know-it-All?” He grumbled, sending a small glare at Ominis. He shrugged, nodding his head down the hall. “It means that you both fancy each other, so go talk to them! I won’t stand here and listen to you whine about not having the guts to ask them out on a date.” Sebastian groaned, silently cursing Ominis as he took a deep breath. “Fine, but if this goes sour, it’s on you.” “Can’t see it being on anyone else.”

      Sebastian wandered the halls, searching for you among the students. He cursed himself for taking too much time at the classroom, having seen you leaving as soon as you were dismissed. Imagine, you admitting that you were attracted to him, without knowing it, and him admitting that he was attracted to you. Surely Ominis had told you that Sebastian could smell you, you had talked for quite a while before class started. He shook his head, stressed as he continued to walk around. In an instant, you collided with him, yelping as you dropped you bag as watched as the books and parchment spilled from inside it. “Y/n! I’m sorry, I was preoccupied!” Sebastian exclaimed, helping you gather your items. You chuckled nervously, a small smile on your lips. “It’s fine, honest! I was a little distracted myself.” The two of you stood there for a moment in silence, unable to meet each other’s gaze.

      “So-“ You cut Sebastian off. “Well, you were there. Now you know, I suppose.” You blurted out, cheeks red as you looked at your feet. Sebastian nodded slightly, smiling as he scratched the back of his head. “Yeah. Caramel.” He breathed, chuckling. You huffed as you crossed your arms, frowning. “Are you here to tease me about it?” You asked, biting the inside of your cheek. Sebastian’s eyes widened as he shook his head frantically, placing a hand on your shoulder as he smiled. “No! I mean, well, did Ominis tell you?” “Tell me what?” “I could smell you in the room, even though you weren’t there!” You felt your chest swell as your heart beat faster, a small smile tugging at your lips. “So, we…smelled each other?” “That’s a weird way to say it, but I suppose so.” Sebastian responded, running a hand through his chocolate locks. You bit your lip, unsure what to do next. Sebastian took a breath, looking up at the grand ceiling above as he mustered up the guts that Ominis said he lacked. “Would you want to go to Hogsmeade? With me, of course. Like a-““Of course. A date to Hogsmeade sounds wonderful.” “Great, I wouldn’t know what to do if you had refused.”

[ginnsbaker]

Hiya!!

I just wanted to stop by and say just how much I loved reading If I Bleed (currently ranking high up as one of my favourite Leigh Shaw fics). The way you captured Leigh's personality and worked it into your own story was just incredible and omg so good! I can't get over that ending either; and I'm a sucker for love gained, but honestly this is an ending I'm satisfied with.

I hope to read more of your stuff in the near future! You totally deserve more credit that what you get now!

Also, would you have any advice for beginner writers who aspire to have their work published? Totally not asking for a friend haha

hey there!! 👋

Thank you much for reading and loving this series. I really enoyed writing it, and for you to tell me that it's one of your faves is just amazing :)

I hope to write more, but for now i'll take a little break :)

Work published as in fiction or you're talking about fanfiction? I've never published fiction except for some few short scifi stories under my real name, but for that i just submitted them to publishers online. For fanfiction, your biggest platform would be ao3, but it depends on the fandom. For wanda or other lizzie olsen characters, tumblr will get you the most exposure. But for other more mainstream ships, ao3 is your best shot. You can also upload on Wattpad. Most of all, write something you yourself want to read. You cannot expect others to get into your story if you're not into it the same way :)

[boyfhee]

hi, i hope ure having fun on ur trip! i finally found time to read fair and square!! and im so glad i did!! woahh after my stressful week THIS WAS EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!! 

 i could write here all of the amazing moments that happened in the fic, the plot, heeyn interactions the bickering but ofc its just them pinning (kill me i love that in fics), their bet and their kissing(omg omg blush blush) and everything in between that made this SO GODDAMN AMAZING CUZ everything that happened was truly fantastic, i could go into details fr and all that but i wanted to say there is always this one (or even more) part of your work that go kinda beyond the plot in a way, what i mean is there is some universal truth that comes out of specific scene in the fic(s) that

 1) suits the work perfectly

 2) is delivered so well that i have to pause and muse about my life for a sec 

3)its so effortlessly heart twisting (not always in a sad way more like it hits u with this  realization about the way u see world)  and it was strikes me like a whiplash…

in here the conversation between hee and yn about passion (his for basketball and hers for painting) holy fucking shit i read it and i was stunned fr, the connection and its all about timing god……that hit so close to home and MY GOD U KEEP DOING STUFF TO ME OFC LIFE IS ABOUT TIMING, god i hate how fucking good that moment was and then THIS FUCJING LINE

“if your timing is off, no matter how much you try, things won’t work, and what you love will end up becoming a closed chapter of your life”

………………………….. 

I LOVE U ur brain is soe8rhpqwdkasczx,wfnesdzx wnedsn wow wow wow  IWAS GAGGED OKAY and then hee saying he doesn't want to her to be a closed chapter ??????????????????????*poetic fanfiction cinema meme” do u know how many mental breakdown like this i had  while reading htgbwye  ( lmao it took me like 2 days to read it for the first time)

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i loved this fic so much!it made my heart happy in the best way possible, i enoyed every single word out of this masterpiece

 THANK U FOR THIS !!! thank u  <3 ure amazing like i cannot stress this enough URE AMAZING HAD TO SCREAM IT IN CAPS !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ^^

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                               – >> swift anonie ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

PS. it is definitely not fair and square that ure so… THE BEST EVER :33

MY TRIP WAS FUN YEAH PLS FORGET HOW IM REPLYING SO LATE . ALSO I CANNOT THANK U ENOUGH FOR UR WORDS STFUUU URE SO SWEET AND FOR WHAT 😭😭😭 the kiss scene was hardest to write i wrote it at the very last....gave me butterflies tho 😂☝️AND THE UNIVERSAL TRUTH UMMM i guess i like it when my works have a little meaning to them....maybe....mostly they dont but yeah, im glad u were able to notice it!!!! AND THE WHOLE CONVO AB THEIR HOBBIES IS INSPIRED FROM YOURS TRULY i actually had to give up on piano and painting for meds 😆and now im so scared to pick it up again like im afraid of disappointing myself....too bad i dont have a heeseung to tell me that i can do it again....WELL MOVING ON FROM MY DEPRESSING STORY.

and pls not the breakdowns...im sorry but it's fair bc i had multiple breakdowns while writing it . IT TOOK ME SIX FUCKING MONTHS i almost dropped it five times . almost . im so so glad u like fair and square, tbh not only that but htgbwye as well bc both are very close to my heart, AND NO URE THE BESTEST OF ALL LUV 💗

[starlit-serenade]

ENOi When They’re Jealous (Maknae Line)

Summary: What would ENOi's Maknae Line be like as boyfriends in terms of jealousy? How easily jealous are they? How do they behave when they’re jealous? 《 Hyung Line 》

Word Count: 530 words

Pairing: Reader x Members / Characters: GenderNeutral!Reader; Park Jinwoo (Jinwoo); Han Jeonghoon (J-Kid); Yang Hyuk (Gun);

Rated: E / Warnings: Jealousy / Genre: GenderNeutral!Reader; Fluff;

《 ENOi Masterlist 》

Park Jinwoo (Jinwoo)

Jinwoo isn't so much of a jealous person.

He isn't way too possessive either.

If his members are playing around with you or anything, he doesn't mind.

He knows that his members respect him and his relationship, even when they tease him.

If someone were to flirt with you in public, he'd obviously not be happy.

But he has decent composure though.

He wouldn't react right away, though.

He'd watch, listen and observe first, trying to figure out the best way to deal with the situation or even if you'll react on your own.

If the person was flirting with you, he wouldn't hesitate to confront them.

He'd take your hand gently in his and smile politely--politely, not nicely--at the other person.

He'd talk very confidently and politely.

"Hi, I'm their boyfriend. If you would please stop flirting with them, that would be great."

He'd give you a look, telling you that he wants to go somewhere else.

Give him kisses and snuggles, especially in front of the other person.

That'll make him happy.

Han Jeonghoon (J-Kid)

Jeonghan doesn't get too jealous too easily, but he's very clear when he is jealous.

He isn't straightforward, but he's pretty obvious. 

When one of his members gets close to you or does anything he doesn't like, he'll reach over to you and take your hand or pull you to him.

When in public and someone else hits on you or checks you out, he doesn't react right away.

He might watch for a second, seeing how the situation plays out.

If things start going in a direction he really doesn't like, he'll step in.

Jeonghan is a bit passive aggressive when it comes to his jealousy.

He'd grab your hand and try to dag your attention elsewhere.

"Excuse me," he'd say to the person, before taking you somewhere and showing you something more interesting.

He wouldn't want to talk about it for the rest of the day.

If you'd try to bring it up again, he'd wave the issue off.

"Let's forget about that, Y/N. It doesn't matter."

Secretly, he wants a lot of affection and care afterward.

Yang Hyuk (Gun)

Hyuk gets jealous pretty easily.

When it comes to his members, he gets kind of jealous if it's one of his more flirty members who's cozying up to you.

Thankfully, his members know he doesn't like it when they get cozy together.

Because of that, they mostly won't do anything that might make him uncomfortable.

They care for their maknae.

Now, if you and him were at the store and some stranger were to even look at you wrong, he'd be so upset.

You'd definitely be able to tell by the look in his eyes.

If the person were to flirt with you, he'd be so upset and frustrated.

He'd take your hand and put himself between you and the other person.

He'd try to appear calm and composed, while also intimidating. 

But you could see his fist, clenched and shaking in frustration.

He'd probably be holding your hand the entire time, squeezing tightly.

He'd also definitely need a lot of reassurance like hugs and snuggles afterward.

[cozykpopblurbs]

[2:27pm] “Oh- wait, I think I forgot something,” Jeonghoon said, stepping back out of the elevator suddenly and dragging a confused Gun along with him.

“You guys go first, we’ll meet you downstairs,” he said, waving cheerfully at you and Jinwoo as the elevator doors began closing, leaving the two of you alone inside.

“What’d you forget?” Gun asked, starting to head toward their apartment down the hall and stopping abruptly when he noticed Jeonghoon wasn’t following him.

“Nothing,” he smiled mischievously, watching the number above the elevator doors steadily decreasing. “Do you think ten floors is enough time for one of them to confess, or should I pretend to lose my phone on the way back too?”

[satellitesunset]

will it ever get better than tonight?

Rachel Berry/Mercedes Jones

G rating

a lil gift for @hummels-turn <3

thank you @thomas-the-goat-of-satan for the input!!

you could read on ao3 or under the cut

day 2 of myle attempts 15 days of december

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XIV - Temperance: Write about two characters finding a type of peace.

Many instances in her life could have been described as gratifying or lovely, or even heart-warming, but there was something in this moment, between her friends, people she’s call family, holding hands with a girl who was once her rival (was she ever really though?) and now is the closest friend she has, that filled with a sense of tranquility that can’t be rivaled.

Mercedes felt any remaining tension melt as she watched her friends from her place on the couch, a sense of nostalgia overcoming her as she remembered a different time, a much smaller loft, but a similar scene nevertheless.

Tina had her head laid on Kurt’s shoulder, the latter had wrapped his arm around her shoulder, both sleeping soundly, beside them Elliott and Artie, surprisingly engrossed in the Christmas rom-com Tina decided on, any earlier reluctance on someone’s part (“I still think we could have been watching the cla-” whatever Artie had to say, that would most likely sparkle a debate that occurred far too many times, had been silenced by a kiss from Blaine, not that either of them was complaining) gone without a trace.

Blaine’s voice was the only other sound to be heard alongside the movie, humming a song as he and Sam garnished the cookies that Kurt and Elliott had baked earlier, although she wasn’t sure how much decorating was being done considering she’s sure icing wasn’t supposed to go on Sam’s (or anyone’s) nose.

“Mercedes! Brought you some dark hot chocolate with marshmallows, as you prefer it!” A voice interrupted her thoughts, not that she minded because her heart could have melted if possible at how earnest Rachel looked offering her a mug of the hot beverage.

“Thank you, Rachel, I appreciate that you remembered.” She subconsciously smiled as she took the cup from the brunette, giving her hand a squeeze as she did, her heart did melt though at the bright smile that rose on Rachel’s blushing face as she squeezed her hand in return.

As Rachel sat beside her, one hand holding her own cup of green tea, the other still intertwined with Mercedes’, neither of them in a rush to let go yet.

Many instances in her life could have been described as gratifying or lovely, or even heart-warming, but there was something at this moment, between her friends, people she’s call family, holding hands with a girl who was once her rival (was she ever really though?) and now is the closest friend she has, that filled with a sense of tranquility that can’t be rivaled.

“I’m really happy you decided to stay here for a while, not that there’s anything wrong with Kurt, Or Tina, Or Elliott or Blaine Or any of them... It’s just… your presence is..” Rachel trailed off, her feelings on the edge of too much too big to be simplified in something such as words.

Mercedes's reply came in the form of a chuckle, not mocking but fond, as she hugged Rachel closer to her.

A love confession remained unspoken between them, and somehow both of them didn’t mind that, even if it defied what Rachel always anticipated.

Because anytime she did allow herself to hope that her feelings were reciprocated, confessions always seemed anxiety-inducing, she assumed she’d be stressed because love seemed like this scary big thing of grand gestures and loud confessions because that’s always been the case, an unavoidable necessity for a relationship.

But neither of them had to say the words to know, because Rachel felt it, in the kiss Mercedes pressed to her forehead, in how utterly wonderful she felt in her embrace, in the way she felt secure, in how she can offer her heart and it’ll be safe.

Warmth, a feeling Rachel Berry always longed for, fantasized about experiencing it with a mother that was never there, wanted to find in performing, sought for in men she loved, yet somehow despite everything she never really found it.

That is until now.

Because in her friends’ apartment, the floor is messy, a Christmas tree lit in the corner, tea cooled by the weather, surrounded by people she adored, her soul bared open, vulnerable in front of a girl she loved in a way that should have been uncomfortable, Rachel has never felt more at peace.

[just-call-me-the-intrusive-thot]

Logicality with the word 'strawberry'

“Strawberry“

Pairing: Romantic Logicality Human AU TWs: None, this whole thing is just fluffy fruity goodness! <3

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Logan let out a soft sigh as he leant against the rough stone wall and leafed through the pages of a murder mystery novel he’d read one hundred times before. The overcast shadow of the trees above him saved his sun kissed skin from a much rougher solar makeout session. 

As he waited for Patton’s last lecture of the day to end, Logan could smell a sweet, fruitiness in the air; a strong, fresh citrus aroma that hid a candy-like berry scent at it’s back. Glancing across the road, he spotted a pop-up drinks stand. It was a rather hot day after all, and the sight of the sparkling glasses of iced lemonade sitting on the counter was far too enticing to ignore. 

Making sure to check for traffic first, Logan bookmarked the novel and made his way over to the stand. The employee greeted him fleetingly, handing him a menu as she seemingly went to restock the juice dispensers behind her. Truthfully, Logan was glad to avoid smalltalk; he was getting better at handling conversations with strangers but without Patton to give him the reassurance he had done well, Logan saw little point in actively seeking it out.

The menu mostly consisted of smoothies, iced drinks, and a small selection of boba teas. Logan pointedly ignored the latter option - the texture of the tapioca ‘bubbles’ always left his mouth feeling unpleasant - in favour of trying out an iced drink simply labelled ‘summer fruits’. What that exactly meant, Logan had no idea, but if it tasted as good as it looked on the menu he had a feeling he wouldn’t be complaining. 

Of course, Logan couldn’t leave Patton without a treat in the summer heat either. Knowing his best friend, the stoic young man looked for a more whimsical, sweet-sounding drink. In the end, he deduced that Patton would probably prefer the strawberry lemonade. 

Once both drinks were made, they were quickly scooped into logan’s hands while his novel rested under his left arm. Upon turning around, however, he nearly leapt out of his skin to see Patton beaming so brightly at him, he felt that his strongest sunscreen couldn't protect him from those rays.

“Patton, you’re early,”, Logan noted, raising an inquisitive eyebrow, “I thought your lecture didn’t end until four?”

The slightly taller young man shook his head and Logan was powerless to not be hypnotised by the way his chestnut curls caught the sunlight, “It doesn’t, but our lecturer had to leave early, so here I am!”

A soft smile accompanied Logan’s fond sigh while he held out the strawberry lemonade to Patton, “Well, you’ve come just in time. I hope it’s what you would have picked..”

If Logan could bottle the feeling he felt watching Patton’s amber eyes glimmer with delight, he’d do so in a heartbeat. A heartbeat which was racing like a bullet train when Patton’s warm, delicate hand brushed his to gently coax the strawberry lemonade from his distracted grasp,

“It’s perfect-!”, Patton sniffed, “Oh wow, you can really smell the fruit! It’s berry nice!”

Logan groaned at the pun, even though his smile betrayed how much he delighted in it truly. While they walked home, Patton cheekily continued as he sipped the refreshing fruit juice, “Sorry Lo, was that the last straw...berry?”

This man was going to be the death of him. Not that Logan would complain.

“I would affectionately swat at you but I fear that if I try to do so, I will drop my book. You got lucky, Foster.”, Logan snarked fondly.

Patton grinned and before the shorter man could stop him, “Oh, so you need some… lemon-aid?”

Patton cackled giddily as Logan, also snickering childishly, bumped his arm against Patton’s. The taller of the two mock pouted adorably, “Logaaaaan, I almost spilled my lemonade!”.

Honestly, how was anyone allowed to be so cute?

Logan shook his head, chuckling fondly. However, he found himself stealing glances at his best friend as they walked. His feelings for Patton had bloomed over the last few years from a gentle bud to a flower so grand Logan could feel it’s roots cradling his heart. Each time Patton sipped his drink, Logan couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like for those same lips to caress his own. 

Perhaps it was the summer heat or maybe the culmination of years of pining, but Logan swallowed nervously as the two of them reached the road through the park that led to their student housing. Now or never, Logan supposed.

“... I’ve never tried strawberry lemonade before, you know..”

It was such a weak line. Logan was already internally chastising himself when Patton held out his drink for Logan to try. Biting back the urge to abort the mission and simply do as offered, Logan tilted his head up those couple of inches in their height difference and softly pressed his lips to Patton’s. It lasted all of two seconds before he pulled back.

Seeing Patton’s eyes widen in surprise followed by a sudden quiet had Logan fearing the worst, but before he could apologise, Patton leant in once again to return the favour. Or flavour in this case as the taste of strawberries flooded Logan’s mouth with a more intense kiss that left him feeling light-headed. 

Logan locked eyes with Patton as they pulled back slowly, melting under his crush’s gaze.

“Logan Croft,”, Patton uttered softly, smiling while intertwining their free hands and softly coaxing Logan closer, “If you’re going to ask me for a taste, you should take the time to savour the flavour.”

-- This was a fun one~!

No angst, just shameless ol’ fluff. @patton-cake thanks for this one, it was so nice! Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account   @cateye-glasses   @fandomsofrandom @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword @ali_is_lazy

[thespianbooks]

Hi!! I'd love for you to write a feysand drabble! I'm going to leave a few numbers and you can pick your favorite(s), if any at all! Thank you so much, your writing is amazing and I can't wait to read! The numbers for the prompts are: 177, 500, 358, 544, and 516!

Thank you so much for your kind words, and for leaving me a few prompts! I really want to write some drabbles in between releasing chapters for ACONAS, so feel free to send more requests for Feysand drabbles!

I loved all of these, but I picked the three I liked the most! It’s probably a little long for a drabble, but I hope you enjoy! 

#177 “I’ve got good news and bad news”

#500 “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…”

#544 “H-how long have you been standing there?” 

The cabin has always been a place of refuge for me. From the moment I escaped here with Mor, after learning Rhys was my mate, until now—when I needed a day of peace from all the stress that came with planning the remodeling of the estate. It had been a little over a year since I started the preparations, not realizing how hard it would actually be. I wanted everything to be perfect for us and our family; I even wanted it to be a place of welcome for the people of Velaris, which meant it would have to be large enough not only to house all of us, but for any gathering of our court. After trying to create a general blueprint, I knew it would be a struggle to figure out the floor plan alone. Now that it was coming down to picking out the construction material—I was lost. 

Hours into a meeting with the construction team, and going through different samples of wood, marble, and whatever else it took to actually create a building, I had to excuse myself. As excited as I was at the time Rhys gifted me the estate, I should’ve realized I wouldn’t be cut out to build a grand manor by myself. I knew for years that I never wanted to be the Lady of a court who held extravagant parties at a wide and luscious expanse of property, and halfway through looking over the blue-prints with the architect, I realized that’s exactly what I was trying to be. 

“That’s not what you’re doing,” Rhys said quietly, the deep timbre of his voice coming from the doorframe he leaned against, ripping me from my thoughts.

I snapped my head up to look at him from my place in the tub, knees drawn up to my chest and arms wrapped around them as I soaked, “H-how long have you been standing there?” I asked, realizing my mental shields had been down the minute I stepped in the cabin hours ago. 

“Long enough to hear your self-deprecating thoughts,” he said as he crossed over to my side of the tub, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt.

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said stubbornly and turned my gaze away from him as he began to strip. 

He chuckled darkly before stepping into the tub behind me, the water immediately adjusting to warm the two of us as he wrapped his arms around my folded form. 

“Well,” he began, touching my shoulder gently before I allowed myself to lean back against his chest, keeping my knees drawn up, “I’ve got good news and bad news.”

I cringed, realizing the construction team must’ve turned to him for our building plans, and probably warned him of my incompetence. “What’s the bad news?” I asked, glaring at a strand of my hair floating in the water. 

“The bad news is, I chose marble flooring for the foyer. It might clash with the marble columns, but that’s yet to be determined. The good news, however, is that I’ll let you pick the color of the walls,” he explained, a finger trailing down the side of my bare knee. 

I rolled my eyes, “Neither is good or bad news.”

“You aren’t becoming the primped and pretty high lady you always feared you’d become, Feyre.” He said quietly. 

I looked down at the water, ashamed that my doubts were resurfacing to the point where I was shutting down. “You’re allowed your moments of doubts, Feyre. After everything we’ve been through in the last few years, you’ve earned them. But you are High Lady of the Night Court, my equal in every way and you don’t have to put so much pressure on yourself,” he went on, pulling me closer.

I sighed, “I can’t help it. You gave me the estate to build from the ground up. Not just for us, but for our friends, our family. I...I just want it to be perfect,” I admitted, brushing through my damp locks. 

“You also don’t have to do all of this alone,” he whispered into my ear as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Let me help, it is our estate afterall.” 

“You want to help?” I asked, turning into his touch. 

“Of course, and I know someone else who does too,” he replied.

“Who?”

“Your sister, Elain.”

I blinked in surprise, “Elain?”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around my shoulders, moving his lips from my ear down my neck, “She’s asked if there was anything she could do to help. She’s also noticed how much stress you’ve been under.”

“I’m sorry,” I said quietly, glancing down.

He brought a finger to my chin, tilting my head up to meet his eyes, “You have nothing to be sorry for Feyre. We knew this wouldn’t be easy, but I didn’t realize you’d burden all of the responsibility. I’m sorry for making you feel that way,” he said sincerely. 

“You didn’t,” I reassured, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek gently. “I thought I could do it all, but now...now I know I don’t have to. I think marble floors in the foyer would look nice with the marble staircase I had the architect design.”

He smirked and leaned in to press his brow against mine, “A grand staircase in the entrance?”

I shrugged, “Why not?”

He chuckled and moved to press a kiss to my lips—which I eagerly responded to, craving nothing more than him at this moment. 

X

The morning light peaked through the curtains of the bedroom window, catching in my line of sight as I slowly drifted awake. With a yawn, I turned over in bed, nuzzling further into Rhys’s arms that had engulfed me in a warm embrace overnight. I reveled in the rare opportunity to watch him sleep, and stared at him through heavy-laden lids, his handsome face at peace and his breaths even. 

The weight that had been pressing down on my chest the day before was now gone, thanks to him. After laying bare my feelings of doubt, the need for perfection, and the fear of becoming a version of myself I never wanted to be, Rhys reminded me of who I was. I was the High Lady of the Night Court, the first ever in Prythian, and I bowed to no one—including any idealized expectations I tried to make of myself.

I smiled as Rhys began to stir awake, his eyes slowly opening to reveal those star-specked violet eyes I loved. I inched closer to him and kissed the tip of his nose, “You’re so cute when you’re half asleep like this…” I whispered.

He hummed sleepily, a tired grin on his lips as he wrapped his arms around my waist, his mighty wings lazily draping over us. “Someone’s in a better mood today,” he muttered, closing his eyes again.

“After last night, who wouldn’t be?” I said as I moved to kiss his eyelids lightly. 

He grinned lazily, keeping an arm draped over my waist as I nuzzled into his side, “Can we stay here today?” I asked.

“We can do whatever you like, Feyre darling.” He replied, fingers tracing the length of my spine. 

“Then I vote we stay here and make Mor and Elain meet with the architect and construction team,” I said.

His chest rumbled with a quiet laugh, “Cassian and Amren will be jealous, Azriel probably will be too.” 

“They can go too,” I murmured, burying my face in his neck and breathing in his warmth. 

“Our estate will crumble before it's even built,” he hummed in amusement as I laughed.

[feelingsobloom]

Need You

Summary:

You’re stressed out, and you don’t know why.

-

“Hey, what are you up to?”

Kyuhyun walked up behind you, placing a hand beneath your chin, his thumb brushing your neck and tilting your head so that he could press his lips lightly to yours. You smiled into the kiss, and leaned in, trying to get more, but as you did Kyuhyun pulled away and smiled at you.

“You never answered my question,” he mumbled. You shrugged and gestured to your laptop screen

“Just some homework,” you replied softly. “I’ve been at it for what feels like hours.”

Kyuhyun laughed.

“More like twenty minutes.”

You looked down at the clock on your computer screen and groaned when you realized that he was right. How had you been only at this for twenty minutes.

“I need a break,” you decided, closing your laptop after a moment. You turned to Kyuhyun and let a pout cross your lips, trying to make him feel bad for you.

“You need to do your work,” Kyuhyun said with a slight roll of his eyes. He grabbed a chair and pulled it up next to yours, taking a seat beside you. “You’ve been putting it off all day. You’ll have to do it at some point.”

“In a few hours?” You offered up. “After spending some time with my dotting, loving boyfriend?”

Kyuhyun rose his eyebrows at you, clearly not finding your procrastination very amusing. He reopened your laptop and gestured to the screen.

“Come on, it’s a really simple assignment,” he encouraged. “All you have to do is finish this survey.”

“But the questions are so hard!” You whined. You pointed at one of the questions on the screen and regretted doing so immediately.

“That’s just asking for your name.”

You smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of your neck shyly.

“Okay, so maybe it isn’t that hard,” you admitted.

Kyuhyun sighed and looked at you, placing his hand comfortingly on your lap.

“Hey, what’s really wrong? Are you okay?” He asked you. “Normally you aren’t like this.”

Kyuhyun was right. It wasn’t like you to procrastinate this hard on an assignment this simple. It was a ten-minute survey that was as simple as writing your name, answering a few “least likely” to “most likely” questions, and then answering a short response question and turning the assignment in.

Usually, you would have finished this the day it was assigned. You wouldn’t even be worrying about it now. You would have spent all day with Kyuhyun in his studio, helping him compose his music by listening to what he had already written, or giving him advice on which lyrics were better.

But instead, you were here. Stressed because you had no earthly clue why you were feeling so stressed out. Your whole body felt like it was on fire. You were buzzing from head to toe. And to make things worse, your heart was beating so hard in your chest you felt like you were going to throw up.

You normally got stressed like this when you had a lot of assignments due, or a test coming up, but at that moment none of that was true. Hell, school hadn’t even started yet. You were stressed out over nothing. You just had this one singular survey left to complete. That was all. After that you were scotch free to do whatever you wanted to.

You didn’t want Kyuhyun to know that you were upset, so instead of answering him you just turned your attention back to your computer and forced yourself to type your name. You were only halfway through your last name, when Kyuhyun reached forward, his hand landing over yours.

Kyuhyun’s hands were large, at least, compared to yours they were. His hand covered yours forcing you to stop typing. You turned to him to ask why he had done that when you saw the look on his face. It shut you right up.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he whispered.

“I don’t know,” you admitted softly. You looked away from him, unwilling to look him in the eyes when admitting to being so weak. “I’m just... Anxious for no reason that I can figure out.”

You splayed your fingers under Kyuhyun’s and looked at him shyly.

“It’s like I can’t think about anything but all the things I have to do, but when I think about them, there’s nothing,” you tried to explain. Kyuhyun nodded, his fingers intertwining with yours. It felt warm to be this close to him. So nice to hold his hand after a day of being away from him.

“Maybe you do need a break,” Kyuhyun agreed softly. “You and I can just... Watch some television or something.”

You smiled.

“That would be nice.”

And luckily for you after only ten short minutes of being squished on a couch with Kyuhyun you felt your heart slow down.

You were pretty lucky to have Kyuhyun there for you.

[miraimisu]

— bellyache

[Lonashipping Week 2020]

Summary:

"Pirates have three rules: they got no debts left to pay, they don’t drink a mate’s booze and, very importantly,” eyes sharp, brow knit and colors turning cold, she points a finger at the window, “the weaklings go out the window for the sharks to eat, got it? I won’t have a single dead weight on my ship.”

Gladion finds it tragically ironic that the beholder of the rule book would be the one to leave ship first, lying on the sand in a pool of her own blood.

And, for some reason, she wants him to let her go.

Wordcount: 5,069 (very nice number)

A/N: remember that a while ago I started obsessing over a Pirate!AU??? I’ve made it into reality even though it’s NOT a multichap and I’ve given ‘mercy’ a little of a very bad horrible turn and you’ll hate me and wonder ‘why do you manage to turn something FLUFFY into angst’

that’s simple

I like to torture myself

feat. some spice, some fluff, and SOME PIRATE GOODNESS PLS ENJOY <3

—

He feels amplitude all around him and he hasn't opened his eyes yet.

Gladion slowly opens his eyes to the cerulean sky. A seagull coos up the clouds, and his body feels numb. Sensation comes in sputters of electricity that make his limbs ache. He's certain something within him is bleeding, which he knows is bad.

When he gathers his consciousness and makes an effort to move, recollection comes at him in a whirlwind of headaches and grunts. He remembers falling off the ship, and then the color of amethyst as someone fell into his arms from overboard, how he caught her and how she screamed something at him, fighting him or the waves, he isn't sure, but–

He turns his head with a start, and when his eyes find what he's looking for, his breath catches in his throat and he sits up with a pained wince. He moves towards her. Her long shiny coat is long gone, there are droplets of red around her and her face is buried under her hair, but it's still her, it's–

Gladion weakly pulls the frisson of hair out of her face and finds her eyes to be closed. "Moon," he stutters her name.

Her, the Queen of the Eleven Alolan Seas.

Or, simply put, Moon.

In private when nobody is watching, she's his Moon.

—

[Continue reading on AO3!]

[klaineccfanficlibrary]

Hi, happy holidays!

I was wondering if you have any heroes related fanfiction? Were one of them has super powers, or a marvel related universe.

Definitely browse our Superhero!Klaine tag, and here are two you don't want to miss. There are two Anderstark stories in the library and I got 41 Marvel related hits on AO3. Enoy! ~Lynne

Fire and Ice Verse by @sunshineoptimismandangels

Blaine has a lot on his shoulders when he transfers to McKinley High, trying to get by as the new kid, hoping to join the Glee Club and of course hiding the secret that forced him to leave his last school. Blaine knows that the rest of the school year is going to be awful - until he meets the New Directions and a beautiful boy named Kurt.

~~~~~

All The Other Ghosts by rainjoy

It’s a big city for one more lost soul in a mask. Superhero AU.

Note: Read and download the pdf HERE or EPUB or read on LJ

Sequel: Grey on LJ or download the PDF or EPUB

Two more follow ups in the verse: Gloves and Masks / The Other Ghost

[hostess-of-horror]

Warning: Spoilers Ahead

So... I just watched the entire gameplay of Sam and Max: This Time It's Virtual. Overall, I think it was pretty good.

The main plot of the game was simple and strightforward; it wasn't anything major in terms of emotional baggage. Unlike the Telltale games, This Time It's Virtual is more like one of those party video games where it's meant to be played with friends and family. Most of the gameplay consists of 9 different obstacle courses located in the abandoned Aquabear amusement park. After completing three courses, the game is interrupted by a case and the Cadet gets to solve crimes with the Freelance Police. The final act is where things get really action-packed and, honestly, more interesting. Sam gets kidnapped by Captain Aquabear and his army of pirates, and so, the Cadet and Max have to work together to save him while also saving the world from Aquabear domination.

In addition to emotional baggage, the only kind the player will get is a panicked Max after when Sam is kidnapped. You really sympathize with him as his voice becomes weak with worry and he tries to comfort Sam (who had been shrunk down and sent into the Nanoverse). Other than that, there isn't really anything else that punches you in the gut and breaks your heart. I believe we, the Sam and Max community, will easily solve that issue with fanfiction and fan art. (;

I admit that my expectation in terms of storytelling was a bit too high. There were so many opportunities that could have made the Cadet's interactions with Sam and Max more interesting and dynamic. Sam was all for hiring new people into the Freelace Police, while Max was completely against it, and the Cadet is caught in-between their conflicting views. What could have made it interesting would be a moment during the final act where Max has heart-to-heart with the Cadet, giving him a side we usually don't see in him. Or perhaps a moment where Sam realizes that Max may be right about hiring the Cadet and ends up conflicted because he genuinely believes in them. But the again, I am expecting way too much on a game that was meant solely for fun and nostalgia.

Personally, as much as I enoyed watching the gameplay, I felt that the crude humor Sam and Max is known for has been toned down a bit. Yes, you still get some comments from Sam and Max (like the corn dog joke), but I believe things have gone a little soft. Where are the suggestive jokes about their relationship? The gags that have dirty hiddening meanings? The slight social commentary on politics, religion, and society in general? Now I'm not saying that Sam and Max should go all out and become offensive. What I'm saying is that I felt like they're missing that certain edge that made them funny in the first place. Also, take this with a huge grain of salt, I could be wrong and this is only my opinion.

What could have been really hilarious is a joke about shipping. As in, Sam and Max are aware that their fanbase has grown and is on the rise, and as a result, they've begun to ship them. Of course, being older, they are confused as hell about the concept of shipping. Not necessarily by the fact that fans want them to be together.

Despite my personal problems with the game, Sam and Max: This Time It's Virtual was satisfying to watch. I do believe that this game will make any fan happy. After all, who doesn't want to see Sam and Max in person (in virtual reality) and fight crime alongside them?

[leogichidaa]

I thought I'd know the fest fanfiction authors to two works but they wre written by canterbell_kale and regulus_stan. Who are these two? I never heard of neither 🤔 You think they're on tumblr? I don't enjy oc/canon pairings but I enoyed yours. You're a great writer.

Yeah, I don't know. Tbh, I also thought I had an idea about who wrote We Don't Die Like Heroes, but I don't recognize the username either. If you find them on tumblr, lmk, I really enjoyed that fic.

Thank you 😊😊 I'm glad you enjoyed it!

[cozykpopblurbs]

*:･ﾟ ENOi Aesthetics *:･ﾟ

Laon - being the last two people in a cafe before closing time, leaving little notes around your apartment to make you smile, coming over at the drop of a hat when you’re having a bad day, quietly holding your hand to let you know that everything’s going to be all right

Dojin - sending you videos of cute animals when you’re sad, switching spots with you on the sidewalk so he can be on the outside, cheering for you the loudest when you go out to karaoke with your friends, knowing that you can always count on each other to be there

Hamin - greeting you with forehead kisses, texting you pictures of things that remind him of you, looking at you with fond eyes when you talk about the most mundane aspects of your day, reminding you always about how lucky he feels to have you in his life

Avin - having deep talks about anything while stargazing on the roof at night, laughing at how ridiculous the other looks when you get caught in the rain without an umbrella, falling asleep on a blanket together under the shade of a tree, always leaving each other’s presence feeling loved and understood

Jinwoo - blushing at your notebook with a smile after accidentally locking eyes with your crush in class, visiting the pet store every weekend to play with the puppies up for adoption, going out of your way to visit new places and try new experiences together, feeling excited about getting to explore the world through each other’s eyes

Jeonghoon - laughing so hard your stomach hurts, hiding around the corner to scare the other when they walk into the room, stealing kisses in the middle of a fierce video game battle to distract you, hugging you tightly when you need it the most

Gun - feeling your heart flutter as soon as you wake up because of a good morning text, getting lost while walking around the city because both of you were too absorbed in the conversation, resting his cheek on the top of your head while waiting in line together, making sure you know you never have to face life’s challenges alone