#i might make more stuff for this au i dunno it just popped up in my brain this morning lol

[askthe-r-m-au]

Yeeeee I'm finally doing this-

Restarting the old R-M fic

(It's on my main account but it's pretty old... so...)

uhh just so yall know as lore gets added onto the AU things might change

Feel free to ask me here or on my blog directly

[ @dayseedrawz2 ]

Ok now onto the Fic!

[The Ring-Misstress | Chapter 1: an alliance]

☆Welcome... to the AMAAAAZING DIGITAL CIRCUS!!! My name is Caine!!! And I'm here to show you the most Jaw-dropping,Heart-stopping, MIND-BENDING parraphinallia you have EVER LAYED YOUR...☆

Blah blah blah... that's all Pomni could hear. She'd been a part of the circus crew for about a week or 2 now?? Maybe more?? Eh, who's counting. Not her! Long enough to know that Caine's daily routine consists of him rambling on about the adventure they'll have that day for at least 5 minutes. So she had plenty of time to dissociate.

Not that she minded Caine's endless rambling. In a way, it was actually kinda comforting, weirdly. Like listening to white noise to fall asleep. She was too busy in her own world to make out completely what he was saying, though. "Blah blah blah, adventure, blah blah blah code, blah blah blah Pomni, blah- Pomni?"

"Pomni??"

☆POMNI!!☆

♧Gah! Huh?? Wha??♧

The Jester was suddenly brought back to reality (unfortunately).

☆You got all of that, right??☆

♧Caine, I don't really care what you have set up for the next adventure-♧

☆My dear, that's the thing!! Today's adventure is unfortunately canceled because SOMBODY just had to EAT AN ENTIRE CHUNK OF CODE...☆

The ringmaster angrily turned towards Bubble.

°○I regret nothing○°

Caine could only groan in frustration before he poked bubble, who disappeared with a "Pop!"

☆... Well then, with that outta the way, I suppose you all enjoy your day off!! I'll be out here if anyone needs me!☆

The crew set off to their rooms, including Pomni. She turned towards the hallway with everyone else, being the last one to her room. But just as she was about to reach for her door, she noticed something...

What looked to be some sort of glitch?? Should she call Caine?? She wasn't sure... but she decided to anyway.

♧Uhh, Caine??♧

No answer. Oh, well. Guess he must've left to prepare the next adventure. That's all he ever does. I mean, he isn't a real person. There's probably not much else he'd want to do.

She took a double-take at the weird thing she'd seen.

♧Wait a second...♧

What at first seemed like just a jumble of 1's and 0's infact, was not. She recognized this... A string of code...

She could read it.

♧"01010101 00100000 01001100 00100000 01000010 00100000 01000010 00100000 01000101"♧

Hesitantly, she reached for the string of code...

Just then, a familiar voice hurriedly approached...

☆My sincerest apologies dear!! It seems my WackyWatchTM must've missed your message!! I hope I'm not too- Huh?☆

Pomni was fidgeting with the numbers. Scrambling them around, trying to make something of them. Eventually, she left them in a certain order. The numbers formed a sphere and slowly dissappear, leaving a familiar transparent ball...

♧Bubble??♧

°○Wow!! That was weird!! I'm gonna go now!!○°

And with that Bubble floated off to who knows where.

Pomni stared down at her hands. In them, few little bits of code, like glitter, slowly faded away.

She looked up from her hands startled to see that Caine had been floating there the entire time. He looked almost- dumbfounded...

☆How... did you do that??☆

Pomni seemed a bit confused at the question.

♧Y-you code things all the time what do you mean??♧

☆Yeah no- how did you do that without a Cane??☆

He gestured to his cane that was floating beside him.

♧I- Well- I dunno I just- sorta reached out and-♧

☆Well dear, I'm quite impressed!! Not only because of that but- I've never seen that sorta thing happen to bubble before...☆

He muttered under his breath.

☆unless...☆

♧Hm?♧

☆Say... Perhaps whenever you aren't busy with adventures, like today, you could help out with bugs and stuff!! How's that sound??☆

He look right into Pomni's eyes, almost pleading, in a way... Pomni thought about the offer for a moment.

What if... there were a code for the exit..?

Maybe... just maybe... helping the ringmaster was her ticket out of here!! To get on his good side!!

♧Uhh, yeah sure.♧

☆Well then, I understand if you d- wait, really?☆

♧I guess so.♧

She couldn't believe it!! He was actually buying it!! "Exit here I c-"

☆Oh Thank you thank you thank you!!! I could really use a hand around here!!☆

He wrapped her in a very uncomfortably tight hug. Nonetheless she manged to force a smile...

♧Heh, n-no problem...♧

YIPPEE IM FINALLY DONE-

This took all day-

Also I'm finally on summer break so imma hopefully have alot more time to write-

Uh anyways uh-

Ask Caine, Pomni an Voz I guess-

(or me about the au/fic in general)

See ya in chapter 2!!

[moonsfantasyworld]

more mermaid stuff! this might be starting to become an au- anywho character nores:

im going off of shadow milk's comment on being handsome here, he IS a very handsome merman and uses this to trick boats and peeps from land to lure them to him only to attack and drag them deep into the water. Main diet is land dwellers as u can imagine

berry goes by cosmos here still, she is originally a mermaid from the depths but for whatever reason she ended getting lost and ended in less deep waters, this made it so her hair isnt spacy like usual, she enjoys the reaction of young cookies when they see her, so she likes to pop up into the surface every here and there

dunno how they met, not sure if they are dating but shadow milk is just the usual simp he is with her here, and can be protective of cosmos, the difference in water pressure makes her be weaker than in deepr waters and he worries for her bcs of this

cosmos feeds mostly off of fish and other sea creatures, SM has tried to feed her an arm or two here and there, but she declines, finds it a bit disturbing, but she cant deny it looks tasty and is curious of the taste, perhaps one day she'll try it

that's all i got about them here, if y'all have any ideas feel free to trell meee!!

[cookierunauprompts]

a few head cannons you might find interesting in writing or doing stuff for shadow milk cookie all so you are a fastttt writer!

-cookies dont need to eat to stay alive but they still do feel hunger and eat so you can imagen the annoying pain you would get from not eating and they have been trapped for a LONGG time

-it would be really hard to even rest or sleep in the things the Beast cookies where jailed in so it would probably lead to them being very tired

-being jailed like they where for so long would basically be hell so i would imagine that he would not like letting his guard down or sleeping and resting which would make his tiredness worse

-he would probaly pass out now and again even in fights or situations because of the other two ideas above (small idea with the him passing out in a fight if your up for it)

from Little Silly Idea Trash Box

Box Anon(is it okay if I call you that?) I am in love with these.

Requested Prompts #5 - 💔

Shadow Milk Cookie blinked rapidly, struggling to keep his eyes open so he'd stay awake. He never knew how Eternal Sugar could just sleep so carelessly in their prison of silver, did she not realize that so long as they stayed here, their power would be drained? Without them physically fighting off the drainage, they'd lose their power a lot quicker. It was so boring in here, there was quite literally nothing to do except sleep, and wait. He could feel his hunger ravage through him, even though cookies don't actually need to eat anything he still felt it. And it always bothered him, always. Then, he heard it. A crack. And that made him curious, just what could make a noise like that in a place like this? Curiously, he trotted over to the bars of his prison of silver. He didn't feel the usual drain when he touched them, so then what was going on? They bended so easily under his grasp too, he might as well just- Creeaaaak- SNAP! " Oho?" He mused to himself, almost delightedly. Had the time finally come? Could he leave this awful, awful place and grace Earthbread with his presence once more? He couldn't wait~! Ah, right, shit he forgot about the vine seal. Pesky White Lily Cookie and her stupid plant magic things. He stepped out from the remnants of his cage, the shadows within the small pocket dimension eagerly swimming to great him. He greeted them in a nonchalant manner as he walked over to the vine seal, close enough to notice it's decay. Is this really happening? He didn't fall asleep, right? He bites himself (ow) just to make sure. Yep, it's real alright. Oh how he missed the world, and with the vine seal crumbling before him, well, he can't miss this opportunity to pop in for a visit, no? He could just tell the others about it later, after all, he has an audience to entertain, doesn't he? He'll have to deal with his annoying hunger as well, after all he can't properly entertain with an annoy stomach telling him and almost everyone else that he needs to eat.

....

Or, what happened before the Vine Seal broke, told from the perspective of Shadow Milk Cookie. Plus bonus headcanons!

After his initial introduction, the battle with Shadow Milk was more of an endurance battle as he still hadn't recovered his full strength.

If I want to lead into my self-insert au in this then once Shadow Milk gets tired out Pure Vanilla tries to seal him and it actually works somehow??? I dunno but now we have a sealed shadow milk cookie.

He did, in fact, consider trying to eat part of himself or another cookie. i think Shadow Milk should be allowed to partake in a bit of cannibalism.(influenced by silly friend worming their way into my brain.)

[just-a-carrot]

Hello Carrot!

Ok so I was the anonymous poly asker but since I wanna draw some of the Au’s I yapped about I don’t see a reason to ask anonymously anymore.

that and I was originally soo terrified of asking a question cause I’ve been in many many toxic fandoms (I had to be hyped up to even originally ask my question )

First of all, this fandom has been one of the nicest and most respectful fan bases I’ve ever encountered.

Second, Ow was one of the first media’s to ever make me shed a tear I honestly loved everything about Ow (I also developed I mini obsession with Jerry, that and I sounded like an absolute crazy person playing the game while on call with friends and during arc 5 I out of nowhere yelled “NO MOTHER JERRY”)

But the reason I wrote Is because I got an Au idea and ist been plaguing my mind all day.

Basically at the end of every arc Iggy wished for smt and the two that stuck with me where the wish he never existed and the wanting to make his friends happy one.

And in the Au that popped up he kinda gets that wish with everyone waking up back at home with like a déjà vu feeling and since I think bucks ended up there too ig the reason she goes to wonderland is to save their kid.

They all end up in Wonderland at the same time with the feeling of wanting to find smt and end up hearing a conversation of one of the bunny soldiers scolding someone for exploring all by himself and that dinner would be soon.

Fast forward and their at the town and find the younger versions of Bucks and Gidget and they offer to take them “home” witch is similar to Gidget’s house in arc 5 but with the downstairs area being filled with toys and plushies with caretaker bunnies running around and the upstairs being more nicer and put together kinda like an apartment

They they end up meeting Iggy who’s like also kind of a caretaker with him occasionally joining the kids for dinner or to play games with them on their request (which refers slightly back to the wanting to make all his friends happy wish)

But the others want him back of course, which would lead to like a minor conflict of him not wanting to leave the kids but also wanting to make Wonderland safer because it was not safe when he first entered etc.

I’d dunno how I’d end it might make a comic about it cause I feel like there’s some potential in the Au I’ll have to see.

BTW SOO SORRY IT BECAME THIS LONG !!

I’ll most likely take a brake of asking questions (and also learn to yapp less) to focus more on drawing Ow stuff until I get a good grip on how to draw everyone.

Again soo sorry for yapping this much 

ahhhhhh i'm sorry you felt nervous!! i get it though it's really hard for me too to reach out or message someone / send in an ask, etc.

i never mind long asks! though i don't always know how to respond very well all the time lkdjfad so you'll have to sometimes forgive me. and hahaha i'm really glad you liked jerry!!

that sounds really interesting. like an AU where somehow the kid versions of them are also there in wonderland or something?? unless i'm misunderstanding. admittedly the "make my friends happy" wish was the wish he made AS a kid (and why he's now stuck in loops trying to make them all happy, except that he can't), but i could see like, some interesting possibilities where it somehow becomes even more morphed and convoluted with the different versions or something, perhaps if like, there just get to be too many different timelines so they all start to converge perhaps. i've never thought about something like that before

a version of wonderland that's NOT all messed up even when they're adults would be particularly interesting to explore. well, i suppose that's what bucks, gidget, and orlam experienced at first when they first went in LOL

[huffle-dork]

Glitch into the Hufflverse Chapter 20: Epilogues

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Alt and Bro step into their apartment- and Alt is immediately tackled by a black yowling bolt of fur. Alt yelps and skids to the floor, then bursts into laughter. “Glitches!! Oh it’s so good to see the real you!!” He giggles as he kisses her cheeks. Glitches purrs loudly like a motorboat. Chase laughs.

There’s someone behind him that startles up with a gasp. Semi-blended into the couch with his yellow sweatshirt. “Alt?! Chase?!!”

Alt freezes and quickly gets back up,  holding Glitches in his arms. “O-Oli??”

It is Oliver, his eyes brimming with tears as he laughs wetly. “Y-you’re okay!” He pushes himself to rush at Alt and hugs him tightly. Alt is stiff but then his lip warbles and he timidly hugs Oliver back. “y-you… you were- w-why are you here?” Alt asks breathlessly.

“Last the others heard from you- you were overdosing and Chase took you the hospital and then y-you were just gone! They came rushing to our office to try to find you but we hadn’t seen you! I… I had been crashing here cuz i… I dunno I figured you might come back here and we’ve been trying to look and t-the others just left to get food and… god I’m so glad you’re okay!” Ollie cries quietly, curling his arms around Alt’s neck.

“You know I was gonna make a sarcastic ‘hey I’m here too’ comment but like- yeah this is a valid reaction.” Bro says with an awkward laugh.

Oliver laughs and this and shakes his head. “I-I’m glad you’re okay too, Chase.”

“H-How long were we gone…?” Alt asks.

Oliver lets him go and leans back to give him a look. “…you didn’t know??”

“No uh… it’s such a long story but I take it the others told you about the other guys that came here? And the rifts?” Alt asks.

Oliver nods, “Yeah… I-it’s still really confusing… all this magic stuff but… t-they tried to explain.”

“We got sucked in with them… we were going in and out of worlds with no way back. But I-it’s okay now…!” Alt says as he takes one of Oliver’s hands, “We’re… we’re okay… mostly.”

“Yeah mostly… you both look like you need to be looked at,” Oliver says with a raised eyebrow.

“C’mon Doc!” Bro tries to say.

“Chase, I keep telling you I’m not a doctor ye-!” Oliver interrupts.

Then the doorknob to the apartment starts to jingle- and 3 other heads pop in, Jackie leading the charge with a bag of groceries. He’s ruffling his hair and starting to talk, “Ol, I know you’re worried but Hen said you hadn’t been eating much so we’re making dinner instead of take ou-!”

He looks up and blinks- and Henny and Dr. J gasp. Jackie makes a pog face then drops the bag to point dramatically at Alt and Bro, “you fucking son of bitches!! Do you have any idea how fucking worried we’ve been?! 3 fucking days!! Where the hell were you?!”

Bro and Alt look at him wide-eyed- then Bro bursts into laughter. “Oh man… I missed you bud.” He goes over to pick up the bag and heads to the kitchen. “there enough in here for everyone? We can catch you all up over dinner- me and Alt’s treat.”

“What?? Chase, you know I can’t cook!” Alt exclaims.

Jackie blinks in confusion then laughs lightly, “Alright… better just make it on you then, Chase. Seems like Oliver and Alt wanna catch up together anyways.” He smirks at the both of them.

Alt and Ollie both blush and quickly look away from each other.

Henny and Dr. J chuckle behind their hands.

“Go go you two!! Dinner will be a bit it seems!” Henny grins.

Alt stammers, face even more red. Oliver giggles and takes Alt’s hand. “C’mon…”

“…you’re gonna use this as an excuse to patch me up aren’t you?” Alt mutters.

“Only a little bit. With some kisses in between- does that make it better?” Ollie giggles.

“…maybe a little-”

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JJ walks out into his house. It's been a while since he saw it. How long had he been wandering the worlds?

"Mister! What happened?!" A voice echoes down the hallway. "Somet'ing spook ye?"

JJ's heart soars. He whistles, a loud sound meant for attention.

"H-huh?!"

Footsteps rush down the hallway—more than one set. And suddenly, Schneep, Jackie, and Anti burst into the entrance hall. "Holy shit!" Anti gasps. "Jameson! I-is that really you?"

"It is!" Schneep nods excitedly.

"JJ!" Jackie rushes forward, giving him a big hug. JJ laughs and stumbles backwards, returning the embrace. "What happened to you?! Was it Distorter? Was it IRIS? Are you alright?" He backs away, scanning JJ with his eyes. "You seem alright."

It's a long story, JJ says. He starts going down the corridor. What are you all doing here?

"Fucking talking about you, Jackson," Anti mumbles, following him. "You can't fucking disappear for three days and not expect us to worry."

"I do not think he meant to disappear," Schneep says.

JJ pokes his head through an ajar door and into the room beyond. Marvin's bedroom. As expected, Marvin is there, already making his way to the doorway. He stops, eyes going wide. "Jems?" he breathes. "Y-you... you're alrigh'?"

Smiling, JJ nods. I'm alright. More or less. Very exhausted.

"Oh t'ank god." Marvin collapses back onto the nearest chair, sitting down heavily. Mr. Fluffington trots up to JJ, sniffing him, and JJ bends over to pet his head. "What the hell happened?! Wh-where did you go? I waited for what must've been ten minutes, and t'en you didn' answer any of my messages! I-I t'ought—we all t'ought—"

I'm sorry to have worried you all, JJ says. But Volt is right, I didn't mean to disappear. It's a long story. But it's nobody's fault. It wasn't Distorter or IRIS or anything.

"Well what happened, then?!" Jackie asks.

"Yeah, fucking what?" Anti asks as well.

JJ laughs. It's going to take a while, I think. We should head to the kitchen. Make dinner. I'm starving.

"O'course." Marvin pushes himself to his feet again. "Let's go. I'm... so glad you're alrigh'."

JJ nods. I am. And honestly? You're all not going to believe what happened. Remember that time we went to another world? He starts to explain to everyone as they all walk down the hall towards the kitchen. This is going to take a while. And then... he's going to need some rest.

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Jackie looks around. It's almost strange to be back in Frederick's house after all that. "Uh... hello?" he calls out.

Something clatters in the kitchen. "Jackie?!" Chase turns around and rushes on over. "Oh my god, you found him! Fucking finally!"

"You're welcome," Anti says, and glitches over to sit on the sofa.

"Frederick!" Chase shouts. "He found Jackie! He's here now!"

"What?!" The shout comes from down the hallway. Suddenly, Frederick is there, tackling Jackie in a tight hug. "Oh my god! Jackieboy! You're okay! Thank the heavens, thank the gods, thank fucking everyone!"

Jackie tries to laugh it off, but some tears start to line his eyes. "Y-yeah, I'm back. I... missed you guys."

"We missed you too, Jackie," Chase whispers. He hesitates, then walks on over, joining the hug.

Frederick presses a kiss against Jackie's cheek.

A moment passes. Then Jackie starts to wiggle. "Alright alright, e-enough of the—the sappy shit. H-how have things been here? Did you guys know where I was?"

Frederick withdraws, Chase right behind him. "Anti told us," he says. "Something about a rift to different worlds. He says there's a chance more of them might appear."

"Really?" Jackie looks back at Anti.

"Unfortunately," Anti says. "So I suggest you guys all stick together for a while."

"Great, I love being a third wheel!" Chase says, cheerfully sarcastic.

Jackie laughs and puts a hand on his shoulder. "Good to hear you make comments like that. Missed them, really."

"How about I make you some tea, melon?" Frederick asks. "And then, if you want to talk about what happened, we can do it over drinks."

Jackie smiles. "That sounds great."

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Schneep feels the air suddenly shift, becoming slightly warmer—huh, the space in-between didn't really have much of a temperature at all. Isn't that strange? But that must mean he's somewhere else now—

"Holy shit! Schneep!"

Schneep gasps and whirls towards the sound. "Chase?!" No, not just him. He can feel—all of them. All of his friends.

"Schneep!" Jackie shouts. He rushes over. "I'm hugging you now!"

"Whoa, hey—!"

Too late, Jackie already has him in a tight squeeze. "We were so worried!"

"A-are you okay?!" Jack asks, hurrying over. Chase, JJ, and Marvin are right behind him. "You just—disappeared one day. I-it's been so fucking worrying!"

Like back then. JJ knocks on a wooden surface, relaying his words through morse code.

"I can imagine," Schneep mutters. "Ah, where am I?"

"We're all in Jameson's shop," Marvin explains. "We thought there might be some way to find you. Cause when—when neither me or him could track you, we—we sort of freaked out. Y...you're okay, right?"

"I am fine, I promise." Schneep reaches out and pats his shoulder. "It is a long story. But I am not surprised you couldn't track me. I was... in a very strange place. Multiple very strange places, actually. Ah, do you all remember those two visitors from another world a while ago?"

"With that freaky black magic magician guy?" Chase asks.

"Yes, them. Oh, I suppose Jackie and Marvin would not remember, though."

"Uhhhh..." Jackie hums. "I remember... something very strange. A... third half..."

"There can't be three halves of anything, Jackie," Marvin mutters.

"You know what I mean!"

"I do, I do."

"Right, th-that did happen when they were here," Jack says. "But what does that have to do with your disappearance?"

"I was sucked to their world," Schneep explains. "And I was not alone."

That's crazy, JJ says.

"It was, it was. Well... it was not all bad," Schneep says. "Here, I can sit down and tell you all about it."

"Let's go upstairs into the apartment, then," Chase suggests.

"Great idea." Schneep nods. He takes out his cane and gets his bearings. "Is the staircase... this way?"

Yep, JJ confirms. Let's go.

"Start telling us on the way, okay?" Jack says. "This sounds fucking wild."

Schneep chuckles "It was. And... we may see them again soon." He still remembers what that giant Sam told him, sending the feeling of the missing part directly into his mind. It will be difficult, but the least he could do is find it for his new friends.

He couldn't wait to see them again.

[saysike-skedoodles]

Corruption Coyote

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You thought I forgot about the other 2? NAH- I'M BACK WITH MORE! Continuing with the MLP:FiM nostalgia, I got to drawing Silly as an MLP villain, that being King Sombra! I actually found Bex to be more difficult to think up of an option for than Silly and Stacy, I think it's cuz though that Bex wouldn't exactly be the type to like villains a majority of the time. ANYWAYS- this was actually more fun than I thought it was going to be which was nice :]. I found doing the eye glowing magic effect things (I dunno the names) was a lot of fun to draw, but I like drawing stuff like that as it is so it's not surprise. I was gonna try and not go too into the effects and whatnot cuz then it would just be "TMM AU no. 870681348619386583164", but this is me making these drawings soooooooooo. It's an AU. I'M SORRY I HAD TO IF I WANTED TO INCLUDE THE COOL EFFECTS- anyways. So now an AU exists of Bex as Discord and Silly as King Sombra (I'll get to revealing who Stacy will be soon don't worry), this is fine.... totally fine....

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I kinda did my own thing with this while still trying to keep it Sombra esc if you get me, cuz Silly wouldn't wear much royalty stuff so I kinda mixed the vibes of a "spooky shadow pony capable of showing people their worst nightmares" into her main style being alt/punk style. Also don't worry this AU isn't meant to be directly what happens in MLP, just a fun little "what if" kinda idea where it's the 3 as MLP villains. Nothing too serious or deep hehe. Honestly I just KNOW if Silly was introduced to MLP when she was probably 12 or so she'd DEFINITELY love the more edgy and spooky aspects to the show like Sombra, Tirek and all them. That probably would've been her edgy awakening if it weren't for emo and pop-punk music. I know this art isn't as I guess chaotic as Bex's one but that was the point of Bex's one was to be chaotic. Silly's is more simplistic cuz I wanted to emphasise the corrupted crystals and all that, I tried to do a background effect with spikes and crystals but it made everything look cluttered

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also the amount of edginess on this coyote when it came to thinking up of this outfit is something else. I feel I might accidentally cut myself from the amount of edge she has.

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[emry-stars-art]

I bought your mermay '23 zine a while back, and it's just so fucking delicious.. But I was wondering if there's an actual fix of it, or?

The way you take notes and utilize different mediums and develop the mer and pirate designs are really inspirational to me! makes me wanna start doing more creature designs!

THANK YOU SO MUCH I’m incredibly happy to be inspiring that hehe

There’s no actual fic, actually every bit of writing I have about that au is in that pdf. It’s pretty much like the royal au - I work on it when the mood strikes me and when I have time. Right now all my free time is going toward the royal au obviously, but I can still definitely see myself circling back to these mer aus before next May! It might be fun to do a similar style of collab/sharing asks 👀👀 I dunno though we’ll see how it pans out

I really love brainstorming and world building like that, if you couldn’t tell by now 😂 and with mermaids and stuff it’s even more freestyle than a royal au! (Actually I may currently be drawing smth for Crow’s merDrew/aquarium worker Neil au fic Into The Deep because I love any and all mer designs and it’s so so fun :D )

TLDR: no there’s no actual fic, all the info I have is in that free zine, but I intend to expand that universe in the future! Thank you for the ask, I love it when your url pops up in my notifs 🥰

[delta-pavonis]

Dunno if you have been asked this before but, what's your writing process like?

I have not been asked this before, so thank you for asking!

The short version is: bold of you to think I have a process! 😅

Long version: I have ADHD and my brain just goes OOOH SHINY and then quite literally heaves forth a bunch of words/images that I might be lucky enough to get down in a doc. If I get positive responses that gives me dopamine, which encourages that specific type of content or ship or AU. My brain is starving for dopamine (yes, I have a whole bunch of doctors and a therapist and am on meds, but that can only do so much and I was only formally diagnosed maybe two years ago), so it pretty much pulls an ADHD version of Mari Kondo with every single activity - it will hold that one thing in its hands, ask Does this spark dopamine? and if it doesn't *YEET* there goes my motivation to do the thing.

It is 50% superpower and 50% absolute pain in the ass. For example, Hellknight!Hob exists because I saw some pictures completely unrelated to The Sandman on Insta and came up with a short AU, posted it to Tumblr, and the response was HUGE (to me at least, not like, huge in the grand scheme of all fandoms). Right now I haven't been getting lots of positive feedback on Hellknight stuff (not through any fault of my wonderful readers, but just simply because I haven't posted recently) and therefore I quite literally have trouble getting myself to write more of it. Which of course, puts more time in between posts, which reduces positive feedback, which makes my brain shift to other things even if I don't exactly want it to. It is WACKY.

Which is to say... fun trick: if you want me to write more of something, tell me you like it and I will start leaning towards it. This is why I have a drummer/dancer AU sequel in the works.

So, you know, if anyone is missing Hellknight and wants to wax poetic about it to me, I wouldn't mind having something else to kick my mind into gear... 😅😅😅😅😅😅

I do, however, have a few tools I lean heavily on:

I write in GoogleDocs and keep everything accessible offline, even from my phone, so I end up writing bits and pieces even when I am in random ass places.

Wordhippo.com is my main reference as dictionary, thesaurus, etc. You can literally type "word hippo ___" into your search engine of choice and fill in the blank with the word you are looking for and the page for that word will pop up.

I used this resource to get the AO3 html formatting script in GoogleDocs. It is a lifesaver. I also have used AOYeet.

And I have some amazing AMAZING fandom friends who help with all the ups and downs of creating fanworks as a hobby and without whom I wouldn't still be here.

[dauntlessdiva]

hi hi hi bites you <3

i love sending asks sooo much, it really is like letters! but if you'd prefer to dm, i'm cool with it!! if you have discord and wanted to share that with me too, that would be nice too :]

that makes sense! if i do anything else while listening to words being thrown at me, my ass will NOT be listening lmao. it's like my brain goes to space or something hjshjsh

OOOOO okay great picks!!! i think my fav from the tiny bit i saw is riz, he's very cringefail to me

honestly by the description given about bridgerton, i dunno if i would like it? but no offense though as i am very picky about shows and movies

your family stuff is so cute i'm sobbing i love this whole thing :((

i know vintagebeef from hermitcraft!!! and i also love etho ^_^ i started watching his season 7 series and i stopped since my hyperfix went away. i should continue again soon!! it's so lovely to hear of someone enjoying a creator for so long

i didn't know you could do that??? that's so cool??? also what are marbled cookies? i don't believe i've heard of them?

that's very sweet, i love how crochet projects can be so personal. it's so cute!!!

YOOO??? i like a few noah kahan songs but i definitely love chappell and hozier too!!! i had a huge hozier hyperfix some months ago, i adore his music forever oughhhh......

and replying to more tags: i love to yap too dude, it's so fun lol, great hobby :3 also thank you, you're such a sweetheart too <333

AND AND sorry for the late reply, i have been caught up in a huge distraction world today of horribly consuming youtube videos rippp

Omg omg hi!!! 👋🏻👋🏻👋🏻

I don't get a lot of asks tbh so this is super fun!

I do have discord, it's chronicallymars

My adhd ass would not have survived school at any level if I wasn't allowed to doodle while the teacher talked. Because if I couldn't either do something with my hands or stare at a wall the whole time, I would zone the fuck out.

(I once nearly got in trouble in like grade 1 because I was staring at my classmates' art on the walls while my teacher was talking, so she did that thing teachers do when they don't think you're paying attention, where they call on you and ask what they were just saying, and shocked the shit out of her when I correctly restated her lesson for her)

Oooh Riz is so cringefail! That's hoestly one of his best qualities.

Bridgerton is like. A regency era au fanfiction but it's a tv show. There's also a book series. The books came first. You might enjoy the books more than the tv show?

The show follows the book series' style of having each individual book/season be about the romance between one of the Bridgerton's and their love interest.

Also, their first initials are alphabetical in oder of birth, so the eldest is Anthony, and the youngest is Hyacinth.

I love my family. We enjoy each other's company.

You are the first person I have talked to about minecraft who actually knows who Vintagebeef is omg!

I have periods of time that I will just forget that Beef exists for a bit tbh and then one of his videos pops up on my yt page and I get super into him all over again.

I don't watch bdubs as much as I used to but that's another one I used to love watching play mindcrack!

It's marble cake but as cookies! I make them using this cake mix cookie recipe:

And I do one box of golden and one box of either chocolate fudge or devils food cake. Once the dough has chilled for at least 15 minutes, I pull both bowls out and start mixing them together by hand. But I try not to mix them too much, because you still want to be able to see the different colours.

This is the blanket I made for my best friend's little boy!

I love croecheting, because it really does feel the most like I've made something from nothing. Like when I draw, the page is already there, I'm just putting ink on it, right? But with crochet, I am taking a giant ball of yarn and making it into something else.

Chapell Roan is bringing 80s synth pop back and I love that so much for her.

And Hozier is fucking ethereal dude. His voice sounds like that of a siren come to lure unsuspecting sailors into the depths.

I'M SEEING FALL OUT BOY AT A LOCAL MUSIC FESTIVAL NEXT MONTH AND I AM SO HYPED FOR IT!

The festival is full of punk/pop punk faves. It's headlined by Billy Talent and Fall Out Boy, but it's also gonna have bands like We The Kings, Dashboard Confessional, Jimmy Eat World, grandson, and LØLØ!

I'm going with my other bestie and her brother, so it's gonna be a good time regardless of who's playing, but holy fuck it's Fall Out Boy!

(I have no clue if you like that kinda music or not, but if you do then you totally get why I'm so excited lol)

I also love to yap, so we are two peas in a pod here omfg.

And oof I get that. I can't tell you how many times I've gotten distracted from a text convo because I've fallen down the youtube rabbit hole again lmao

[gallusgalluss]

a real rough Queen Eggabell doodle for this au i just thought of this morning, where instead of Lizbert, Eggabell’s the queen of bugsnax

(more info about the AU below, there’s a lot of text so be warned)

Okay so in this AU everything’s mostly the same, except instead of Lizbert being the Queen Of Bugsnax, it’s Eggabell.

The Journalist (you) is still on the island for the same reason; to find out what bugsnax are/if they even exist and interview Elizabert Megafig. So everything’s going on normally (normal for bugsnax, at least) until you reach the Frosted Peak. 

Where you would normally meet Eggabell, Lizbert is there instead. And she’s just in an absolutely awful state. It looked as if she hadn’t slept in weeks, and sure as hell hasn’t been eating any snax. You quickly go up to her to interview her, which she does but isn’t able to answer all the questions clearly, so you’re left with more mystery.

You think the job is finally done, but then you remember that Liz has a partner you haven’t met yet. You ask her about Eggabell, but Liz is just… too depressed to even answer that. The Journalist feels like it’s best to just leave her alone for a while.

So after doing other stuff, you finally head back up to the mountain and find Lizbert staring at the stone grump statues. She’s crying. She’s talking to herself how distressed and sad she feels, about how she feels like she’s failed the expedition, how everyone lost their trust in her, and how she lost her partner to something that could’ve easily been avoided. There’s a short pause after that monologue, then she decides to actually try encouraging herself. She couldn’t just give up here, in the cold, snowy mountain, letting herself get weaker and weaker. Egg wouldn't have wanted that, she herself wouldn’t want that. 

Her doubts aren’t completely gone, but she knew she had to actually try to do something, anything, to attempt to find Eggabell again. And then she sees you and gets scared as fuck.

The rest of the stuff between this and the party is basically the same as ingame; except you’re helping Liz instead of Egg. Oh and Filbo also meets up with Liz again and is so so happy to see his best bud again. Bestie Squad almost completely reunited. 

Then the party happens yada yada ppl dance, gay ppl kiss, the earthquake hits and ruins everyone’s mood, same as ingame, Liz shows up, but there isn’t time to talk, it’s time to go to The Door.

So now it’s time to go to the Undersnax. Things happen, the gang’s separated, and then you finally meet the queen. It’s Eggabell! A very, very angry n stressed out lookin Eggabell. A personal theory I have is that “Snakmonsters” (or just any creature that has extreme snakifications) have this ability to actually speak to bugsnax; only in their mind tho, like a hivemind. Bugsnax themselves can’t speak, but they’re able to send these “brainwaves” to whatever being they’re trying to communicate to that’ll cause them to actually understand what they’re saying.

This is currently happening with Egg, it’s been happening ever since she fell into the Undersnax. Something like this would really affect her negatively, since ingame she’s shown to get easily overwhelmed by a lot of angry, yelling grumpuses. So having thousands of bug food parasites screaming in her mind is definitely not good, extremely overstimulating. The Journalist is actually the first one to see her and she doesn’t notice you at first, just there getting overwhelmed by all the bugsnax. It takes Filbo coming in to finally snap her out of it.

Her tone is real rough n serious, but she’s actually really glad to finally see someone familiar. The Journalist asks to interview her, and she begrudgingly accepts the offer. So like ingame she explains that bugsnax are actually parasites, they’re trying to destroy Snaxburg, and she’s the only one who can control them.

She just sorta went from “Wow I’m a burden on everyone, things are going wrong all because of me. Nothing bad would happen if I wasn’t here to mess everything up” to “Oh shit now I’m the one who has to keep this island together, I’m the leader now and I need to keep everyone safe or elses there will be nothing left.” 

In contrast to Lizbert’s “I’m a proud leader who’s keeping everyone safe! This place is going to help them all out with their problems and make them all happy again!” and “I failed my task to lead everyone, I’ve led everyone to danger and it’s my fault everything’s like this. Holding this island together is the one right thing I could possibly do now.” thought process.

K so now Lizbert appears, and Egg is the happiest she’s ever been in weeks. She missed her wife sooo much y’all… They’re all lovey-dovey, Egg talks about how she lost her eye failing down here, they’re both food dragons now, and they throw you out of the volcano and the rest of “Escape from Snaktooth” happens.

Everything goes out as planned, everyone either goes onto the plane-boat-balloon thing safely or some of them die, and you’re left to see Egg and Liz in the now destroyed town of Snaxburg.

That’s about it, I don’t have any ideas for the post-escape part of this AU yet. sooo thanks for reading if u did :]

[bctoastyyy]

do you have more of that no one cares au

I had no idea that No One Cares AU would be so much of a hot take tbh kjshdfl I thought it wasn't very original. BUT THIS IS GOOD NEWS I've loved everyone takes that they added hehe. So um I went a bit off the rails with this response,,

Danny w/ the ghosts:

Sam: “Danny, the box ghost is back.”  D: “What’s he doing?” Sam: “Some lady by the flower store gave him all her recyclable cardboard. He’s building a fort. You wanna go get rid of him, or?” D: “What, no. He’ll get bored and go home, you know that.” Sam: “Why do you look upset, then?” D: “He didn’t invite us to his fort :( “  Sam: “We’re at school, though-” D: “IT’S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING, SAM.”

T: “Tell me more about this…internet web site.” Tucker: “YOU’VE ASKED THE RIGHT PERSON.” T: “I asked the ghost child, actually, BUT YOU SEEM MUCH MORE SOCIABLE.” D: “Oh, sure, he seems more sociable now, not when he kicks my ass at video games, but go off I guess.” T: “WHAT IS THIS ABOUT A VIDEO PLAYING GAMES I HEAR.” Tucker: “dude you thinking about what im thinking? Technus, buddy, we’re going to show you a fighting game, you’ll love it.” T: “A VIDEO THAT FIGHTS GAMES- THAT SOUNDS COOL”- punches danny in the face- “I’LL GO FIRST, WHERE IS VIDEO PART AT.” D: “Actually you gave me an idea. we play smash bros WHILE fighting.”  T: “THIS SOUNDS HIP AND POPPING LET’S DO THAT.”  Tucker: “I’ll keep score.”

E: “Haha you think I could brainwash all the teens with my sick ass tunes if I tried?”  D: “Oh, worm? Probably. But I don't think you need to brainwash anyone though, everyone already loves your music.” E: “Ain’t that right. Okay, dipstick, wanna see how far I can throw you with my new guitar chord instead?” D: “Yes.”

S: “Where are you, whelp? I’ll get my hands on that pelt of yours, mark my words.” D: “Mark? I thought you were Skulker.”  S: “You cannot hide from the Ghost Zone’s greatest hunter!” D: “No, I can, you just don’t want me to. I get that, that’s cool. I gotta get back to class though, you want to pick this up later?” S: “Oh. I was looking forward to deadly hide and seek :(“  D: “You’ll get your shot big guy. Just don’t terrorize anyone until school’s out? Or do you want to get in the thermos for time out-” S: “No. Do you want to get in my net to see how far I can throw you?” D: “Yes. See if you can launch me right into my classroom and I’ll give you an extra kick to the face, deal?” S: “A true hunter knows patience and never backs down from a challenge.”  D: “I love how dramatic you are.“ 

School:

Mr. L: “Mr. Fenton, where are you going?” D: “Ghost.”- goes ghost in the middle of the classroom - Mr. L: “Which one?” D: “Eh, dunno.”

P: “Danny, you like the stars and stuff, right?” D: “I do like space, yes.” P: “Tell me about the signs- I’m trying to win an argument, Star says our signs aren’t compatible, but they totes are.”  D: “Um. Do it anyway.” P: “Isn’t it important though?” D: “Do it anyway.” P: “So true, bestie, thanks.”  D: “I just do stuff regardless of the consequences.” P: “So true bestie, thanks.”

V: “Cujo only listens to me when I’m wearing red, what does that mean? I thought…isn’t it bulls that don’t like red? He’s a dog…” D: “If he likes red, then wear red more often? I dunno I could ask Technus or uncle Vlad to make you a red ghost suit or something. Might respond better to…ghost red.” V: “Really?” D: “Makes sense to me.” V: “Hmm, fine, okay, but it needs to make me look cool.”  D: “Naturally.”

W: “Are you guys serious?! How can Fenton be a ghost? That doesn't make any sense! He's trying to brainwash you all into believing his elaborate prank, can't you see that?! Am I the only sane one here!" Anyone at casper high tbh: "Wes, I don't care."

Dash: “FENTON!” D: “I’m kinda busy right now, Dash,” - shoves observant into the floor - “these guys keep trying to get me to go to my ancient time dad’s deathday party. Which is a joke because I don’t think that guy has ever been alive, and like, Frostbite already told me they’re just trying to trick me into visiting so they don’t have to babysit Clockwork. I already visit like, every other week, how much more can they want from me, jeez.” - while he’s talking he uses his hand to freeze the observant’s head(? eye?) before shoving him back into the floor - “Sorry, what did you need?” Dash: “I was just gonna see if you wanted to come to football practice after school today. We’re going to the nasty burger after.” D: “Nasty burger you say? Deal. But I’m not into football, that’s more uncle Vlad’s thing, and besides, when he makes me play it with him he cheats every time >:( “ Kwan: “How about we just see how far you can throw a football? I bet it's like farther than like, five football fields!”  D: “It’s more than five but okay.”

MISC

J: “Uncle Vlad says you burned the monopoly board?” D: “He’s a businessman, Jazz, he doesn’t deserve to play monopoly.” J: “But dad loves monopoly :(“  D: “Only because Vlad does. Mom helped me burn it.” J: “She does hate monopoly.”

D: “No.” Vlad: “What do you mean, no? It’s only America’s favorite passtime!” D: “I don’t want to watch the Green Bay Packers.” Vlad: “No ghost training for one month.” D: “Where’s the remote, its football time.” 

Elle: “Danny what do I do, he keeps wanting me to watch football with him.” D: “Tell him that he shouldn’t have kept the gene that hates football when he sampled me.”  Elle: “Y’know, that is kinda his fault now that I’m thinking about it.” D: “So true, lil sis, so true.” 

F: “Great One! I am so glad you’ve visited!” D: “Yeah :) ! Sorry though, I just gotta ask, why do you call me Great One, again?” F: “You’re great, that’s why! Do you not think that you are great enough to be called that? :(“  D: “Oh, no, I just thought it was because I told Pariah to chill the heck out and he went back to bed.”  F: “That helped. You stopped the ‘hissyfit’ of the millennia.”  D: “That’s what the observants kept telling everyone until I stepped in, isn’t it.” F: “Indeed. I do not like the observants :( so I did not listen. No one did. That is another reason why you are so great.“ 

[sleepysnk]

if you're taking requests, can you please write a fic on sex with Obito or Madara while being high on weed like maybe you guys decide to share your stash and end up massively horny so you fuck it out

a/n: i saw this, and i instantly got excited. i decided to do this request with Obito, so i hope you don’t mind! i hope you enjoy and thank you for requesting 🤍.

pairings: obito uchiha x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, nsfw, smut, high sex, marijuana usage, dom!obito, fingering.

On Top of the World ft. Obito Uchiha

Obito had been your smoking buddy for as long as you could remember.

The two of you often shared countless nights where you were high off your asses. He was a very chill person to smoke with. He wasn’t scared to have a little fun with the weed either, and that matched your vibe completely.

Today was no different, you both were sitting on his bed in his apartment.

You both decided to skip school that day. Your university classes were becoming stressful, and you needed to get your mind off of it all.

Obito, being the sweet guy he is, offered to share his stash of marijuana with you. You were all in for the idea, and you ended up coming over that afternoon since his roommate wasn’t around. Plus, you didn’t want to pass up the opportunity of getting high with your buddy, so you figured you’d go.

You got stoned pretty quickly. Obito always got some top notch weed from the school stoner. The two of you felt like you were on top of the Earth, and you wanted nothing more than to feel this high for as long as you could.

Holding the blunt between his fingers, Obito blew smoke towards the ceiling. The odor of the drug filled your nostrils. You were too high to complain about it, and you didn’t even care in the first place.

“You’re quiet..” Obito spoke, his voice was somewhat hoarse.

You sat up, leaning your weight against the wall behind you. “I’m just..thinking,” you shrugged your shoulders.

His brow quirked up once you responded. He placed the blunt on an ashtray that was right beside his bed. “Thinking about what?” he looked at you curiously.

If you were being honest, you didn’t know what you were thinking about. Your thoughts weren’t exactly the most clear, and every time something did pop up in your head, it would be slowly tuned out by another random thought.

You couldn’t really answer his question.

“I don’t know.. just life or something,” you nodded your head side to side.

Obito hummed in response, he really didn’t have much to say if he was being honest. The high was making him zone out, and he was starting to feel a bit sluggish.

Fearing he might fall asleep, you hoped to start a small conversation. You didn’t want to be the only one awake while he slept away his high. That’d be really boring, and you didn’t want to deal with being by yourself. It’s happened to you plenty of times before, and it was super annoying.

“What’s like..” you started, “The freakiest thing you’ve ever done?”

Obito opened his eyes, a look of surprise took over his features. You weren’t really straightforward like that before, so it took him back a bit.

Though, he was going to answer the question regardless.

“Um, I dunno, I’d have to think about that for a second,” he looked up at ceiling, trying to gather his thoughts.

You played with the strings of your sweater, waiting for his reply. Obito seemed to be taking a really long time to think about it as well. Most guys you knew could come up with something on the spot, but you were both under the influence of drugs. It could take a little while before you got a response.

He opened his mouth to speak. “I once fingered a girl in the backyard of a frat party, if that counts,” he looked over at you with hazy eyes.

You blinked for a few seconds, trying to process what he had just said to you. “Really? That’s it? I’m surprised that’s happened,” you shifted around on his bed.

Obito furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. “How so? Do you think I wouldn’t do that kind of stuff or something?” he nodded his head to the side.

You put your hands up defensively. “What..? No? I’m not saying that at all, but I’m just surprised you did something like that,” you shrugged.

He nudged your side with his elbow. “Okay, then tell me, what’s the freakiest thing you’ve ever done?” he crossed his arms over his chest.

A laugh came from your mouth. “Okay.. um..” you trailed off, trying to remember a moment.

Part of you was having a hard time trying to think of something that was really freaky. Sure, you’ve done some pretty crazy things with guys, but most of those activities were common. Not many people would classify some of the things you’ve done as really “freaky.”

You sniffed, turning your head to look at him. “I got fingered in a Wendy’s parking lot at two in the morning,” you said, “That’s the only thing I can think of,”

Obito didn’t respond, he only had this look of stupidity on his features. He was looking at you like he was waiting for you to continue, but you weren’t going to. It was really the only thing you could recall that was pretty freaky, at least in your world anyway.

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” you furrowed your eyebrows.

He chuckled, running his fingers through the strands of his dark hair. “I think that’s the most generic thing ever,” he replied, “Like.. c’mon, a Wendy’s parking lot? At least do it in the Wendy’s to make it more interesting..”

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. “And? What? Do you think you’re much better? You fingered someone in the backyard of a frat house,” you said.

He looked at you, “Not saying that, I’m for sure better at fingering than whoever that guy was, but I’m just saying it was generic,”

A scoff came from your mouth. “Really? Don’t get such an ego, Obito. You’re the most soft guy I know,” you shook your head.

Obito raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, yeah? You think I’m soft?” he sat up, cocking his head to the side.

“You heard me,” you replied in a bold tone.

What happened next felt like a total blur to you. You weren’t sure how you got into this position, but the scene was unfolding so quickly that you didn’t even have time to keep up.

You were on top of Obito. Your thighs were on either side of his hips. The shorts you were wearing were now tossed off, and lying next to you on the bed. Pants and moans were falling from your lips blissfully as Obito’s fingers twisted and curled inside of your weeping cunt.

Your hands were on his shoulders, squeezing at the muscles that flexed beneath the fabric of his shorts. You felt like you were on fire, burning brightly as he pumped into you with such ease.

“Mmm.. right there!” you let your eyes fall shut as his fingers reached your g-spot.

Obito’s sweatpants felt like they were suffocating him. His cock was extremely hard. He could almost cum on the spot from how erotic the situation was. You were such a fucking sight to him.

Your lips were glossy, eyes heavy and tinted red from the weed. God, how pretty you were on top of him like this.

“You like that..? Say my name..” Obito groaned, using his thumb to increase the pleasure on your cunt.

Burying your face into his neck, you let out several heavy breaths. “O-Obito.. yes, shit!” you grinded your hips against his palm.

The slick from your pussy was covering his fingers. You were so fucking wet. Obito was surprised that you were this turned on by him, but he wasn’t going to say anything. Seeing how quickly you fell apart from just his fingers was enough to satisfy him.

Deep down, he wanted to fuck you so badly. He wanted to fill your cunt with his fat cock. His name being ripped from your throat so everyone in the building could hear your sweet voice.

He was tempted, but you weren’t ready yet.

The knot in your belly was tightening with every pump of his fingers. You could cum at any second, but the bliss you were feeling was enough for you to not want it to end. Though, you did want to feel the orgasm he’d give you.

“You gonna cum, baby..? Is your pussy gonna make my fingers dirty?” Obito trailed his hand up to your cheek where he cupped it.

You nodded your head eagerly. “Y-Yes! ‘Gonna cum, Obito..” you whined, pants falling from your lips.

His thumb pressed onto your clit again. A cry of pleasure escaped your mouth. Your mind was turning into clouds, and every time his finger brushed over that one spot inside of you, your eyes saw white stars.

Your orgasm hit you, hard. Your walls tightened around Obito’s fingers; arousal coating them. Small squelching noises came from your pussy as he fingered you through your orgasm, causing sensitive moans to come from your throat.

Your thighs trembled, and you felt very tired. You weren’t sure if it was because you were high, or because the orgasm you had was so strong it knocked you off your feet. One thing was for sure, you were satisfied with it.

“Where you going..?”

You turned your head to look at Obito. He had this smirk on his face. “Huh..?” you nodded, furrowing your eyebrows.

“At least let me get us some food. We gotta get our energy back up,” he winked at you with that cocky grin.

You put your finger near his face. “We never speak of this again,” you said with a serious tone.

“Whatever you say, princess,”

[dragonmuse]

With all of the AU's, I've been thinking - is there an alternate timeline where Jim meets Oluwande earlier or later?

(I went with earlier cause later made me sad.)

-They huddled under the desk, legs folded tight to their chest. The cheery yellow plastic tablecloth would hide them for a while. The teacher wasn’t paying attention anyway. Sometimes they could be here for an hour or more before anyone noticed.  At eight they were already long and thin, easy to fold up. 

A hand came under the cheery yellow plastic, lifted the corner just an inch. The new kid’s face peered at her. They got ready to kick at him. 

“Can I come too?” he whispered. 

The new kid had looked awkward standing in the front of the room. He’d smiled brightly when the teacher put him next to them and tried to start a conversation. They hadn’t said a word, so he went quiet. That was yesterday. He tried again that morning. 

And now this. 

They nodded once and he clambered under and pressed his back to the wall beside them. They waited for him to start talking so they could shush him, but he didn’t say anything. Just let out a breath like maybe he really did want to hide alongside them. 

They get found out a full half-hour later. Art is over. The picture they were meant to draw of their family stayed blank. 

- “Do you walk home?” Oluwande asked them the next day. 

“Yeah.” 

“Which way do you go?” 

They pointed behind them and Oluwande nodded. “Me too. Want to walk with me? My sisters are really boring.” 

They didn’t need to walk with anyone. They would go home and do their homework and make themselves a sandwich. By the time Nana got home, it would be time to train. They didn’t need anyone. 

“Yeah,” they said anyway. Oluwande wasn’t like the other kids, who already knew them. They might as well enjoy it while it lasted. 

-Oluwande���s sisters were older. Ava was in fifth grade and Ziva was in third. They talked a lot to each other and laughed a bunch. Oluwande didn’t seem to mind when they got ahead. He picked up a stick as they walked, used to poke mud puddles from last night’s rain. 

“What are you doing?” They asked after the fourth time. 

“Seeing if any of them is actually ten feet deep so I can jump in.”  

“Why would you do that?” 

“Because it’d be fun. Don’t you splash in mud puddles?” 

“No. That’s baby stuff.” 

“No, it isn’t. Watch!”  He took off running and jumped with both feet into one shallow puddle. Water splashed up in all directions. 

“I can make a bigger one,” they mumbled. He didn’t hear them. So they showed him. 

“Wow!” He grinned at them as the water rained down around them. “Awesome!” 

Nana did not appreciate the dirty boot prints. 

-Somehow, they wound up being invited over to Oluwande’s house after a few weeks of walking home with him. It was a nice house. It smelled good and it’s full of people. It made them want to cry a little, but they don’t cry anymore.  

“Want to play a board game?” Oluwande offered. “Or we could do tag.” 

“What board games?”

They played Trouble, the dice bubble popping loudly. They liked how it sounded and how Oluwande concentrated really hard. He didn’t get mad when they won, but when they played again, he beat them so that was okay too. 

“Do you two want snacks?” Oluwande’s mom asked, leaning in from the door. 

“Yeah!” Oluwande smiled at her. “Can we have dunkaroos?” 

“Ask your guest if they want that,” Dolly suggested. 

“Sorry, do you want dunkaroos?” Oluwande asked them. 

“Yes,” they said because he seemed excited. They had no idea what they were. 

Dunkaroos were cookies dipped into frosting. There was no way Nana would every buy such a thing and they tasted amazing. 

“Don’t you see the commercials all the time?” Oluwande asked. “They’re on like all the time.” 

“We don’t have a television.” 

“Oh,” Oluwande carefully dunked a cookie. “Why not?” 

“Dunno. Nana doesn’t like it.” 

“You can watch it when you’re here then. Come on, I bet Powerpuff Girls is on!” 

-Nana doesn’t say no to them spending time with Oluwande. They keep waiting for her to say it. They go over there a lot, stay for hours. They won’t know for years about the quiet conversations Dolly has with Nana, talks about being a single parent. Talks about how children need each other. They’ll never know the details, but they feel the reverberations. The way they are allowed to linger at the edges of the Boodhari family. 

-In middle school, they start hiding their skirts and finally Nana agrees that pants are more practical.  They cut their own hair with a pair of kitchen shears, so it sticks up around their head like a hedgehog's prickles. 

“I like it,” Oluwande said loyally. 

“I want to shave it all off.” 

“Mom got me an electric razor cause I got some lip fuzz,” he pointed to his upper lip where the first few hairs curled. “I bet we could use that.” 

It took some time in the bathroom and afterwards their head looked a little like an egg. 

“Oh.” Dolly said when they wandered out again. “I hope you both cleaned up the bathroom.” 

“We did,” they said quickly. “Really good.” 

“It suits you,” Dolly looked them over. “But you’ll need a good hat this winter.” 

-Oluwande auditioned for the musical in seventh grade. He was just in the chorus, but it took up a lot of his time. They considered their options and joined the crew. It wasn’t so bad learning how to use power tools and making something from nothing. One of the parent volunteers even let them use a nail gun which was really cool.  The other crew members would horse around sometimes, but during the show they were serious and they liked that.  

“You’re not so bad, Jimenez,” one guy slapped them on the back once. “You’re our kind of weirdo.” 

No one had called them by their last name before. It seemed...long. 

“What about Jim?” Oluwande suggested when they mentioned it. “I know it’s not saying the ‘J’ the same way, but-” 

“I like it,” Jim said immediately. 

Jim had a shaved head, a best friend and an extracurricular.  That was pretty sweet. 

- Jim and Oluwande get through high school as a unit. They were unbreakable though no one really even tries. Oluwande had other friends. He was good at that, but he didn’t really go over their houses much. When he did, he brought Jim along like a safety blanket and they grimly stayed at his side. 

Nana tried to institute daily training again. She talked grimly of vengeance, but Jim had tasted the other world. The one where Ava went to college and Ziva went on dates and Oluwande sometimes wasted whole days trying to ‘catch ‘em all’ on his Game Boy. A pursuit that Jim may have occasionally indulged in when he’s doing something else. The game was dumb, but Jim loves all the stupid names. They like psyduck the best and Oluwande let them name it ChaosWarrior even though they both knew it was a terrible name. 

Jim learned how to throw a knife. Precision and focus, but Jim also learned how to play soccer, dancing around the field, sliding between other players. Oluwande came to all their games. Jim worked behind the scenes of every play he’s in. 

“Where do you want to go to college?” He asked them. 

“I don’t think I’m going,” they muttered into their sandwich. 

“You’re going,” Oluwande said firmly. “Or I won’t go.” 

“You’ve got to though,” Their head snapped up. “Your mom will kill you if you don’t.” 

“Correction,” he said with a wide smile, “My mom will kill us.” 

Dolly does indeed produce a lot of pamphlets when Jim suggested that college wasn’t for them. 

Nana looked over the pamphlets grimly, “This won’t solve the problem of them.” 

“Maybe it’s not my problem to fucking solve!” Jim hissed and then they stared at each other over the ocean of glossy papers. Papers covered with smiling students on green fields. Jim didn’t know if they could be one of them, but Oluwande was going to be and they wanted to be there for that.

“They took your family.” 

They had. Jim knew that. No one could replace their parents, their brother. No one could give back the life wrenched away from them. 

But something could stand where they stood. Someone could hold their hand when they grieved unevenly through the years. Someone could climb under the table and sit with them. 

“And they’ll suffer for it,” Jim said quietly. “But not today.” 

-They go to a state school with Oluwande. Of course the school won’t let them room together, so Jim puts up with a horrible roommate, who smelled of too many different perfumes. Oluwande liked his better and insisted that Jim meet him. 

“This is Frenchie,” Oluwande explained. “He’s a music major.” 

“Hey,” Frenchie was curled up around a guitar. “You must be Jim.” 

“Yeah,” Jim watched him warily. “That’s me.” 

“Do you like mermaids?” 

“What? No,” they scowled at him. 

“Cool,” Frenchie nodded. “What’s your favorite mythological creature?” 

“I don’t have one.” 

“Everyone has one,” he chided. “Oluwande’s is a unicorn which is awesome.” 

“It is?” Jim asked confused, then glanced up to find Oluwande mouthing ‘only one I could think of’ at them. “Uh...dragons? I like dragons.” 

Frenchie launched into Puff the Magic Dragon. Jim wasn’t familiar with all the words and listened with at first mild boredom, then fascination. Eventually they sat on Oluwande’s bed and tried not to think too hard about death and dragons and little boys. Their eyes burned.

“Oh no....okay,” Oluwande put an arm around their shoulders. “Frenchie that one’s off the playlist.” 

“Why-okay okay! Wow. It’s off,” Frenchie held up his hands in surrender which was weird because Jim was still just looking at their own hands. “Sorry. Hey, how about something completely different?” 

He switched it up, but Jim was still curled against Oluwande’s side. It was comfortable there. 

They loved him, naturally. How could Jim do anything, but love him? Jim had dated a little, tried it out in high school. Even made it all the way with one of the crew guys. The one who thought they were his type of weird. It had been okay. 

But Oluwande was different. Oluwande was all the good things in the world. Jim couldn’t handle them not being together if something went wrong and if that meant keeping the words to themselves, they were pretty good at keeping quiet. 

-Frenchie’s Dad died in their sophomore year and he slipped away one night like the sun dipping behind a cloud. He had actually grown on Jim and it was uncomfortable that he could just go like that. 

“I’ve got his number,” Oluwande told them. “You want to text him?” 

Jim: why’d you go? 

Frenchie: wasn’t the spot for me. But you do you, pikachu. We can still catch a pick up game when i’m in town. 

Jim: fine.

-Oluwande dated a nice guy named Sammy for the first part of junior year. Jim hadn't hated someone so much, who hadn't done anything wrong before. They didn’t say a word about it, but somehow Oluwande knew anyway. 

“What’s your damage?” He asked eventually. 

“Nothing,” they frowned and folded down into themselves. 

“Did he do something? Say something? You know if he did-” 

“No,” Jim said firmly because Oluwande liked the fucking asshole and he was happy. “He’s fine.” 

“So why are you trying to kill him with your eyes all the time? Do you have a thing for him?” 

“No!” Jim bit off and luckily Sammy came back in the room and the conversation ended.  

Jim attempted to date in their new free time, gifted to them care of Sammy wanting one-on-one time more often. None of the guys felt right. One of them said, very kindly, 

“Hey, you ever like...go to the LGBTQ mixer events or anything? Bet you’d like it.” 

Sammy was the president, of course Jim didn’t go. 

“You should come with,”  Oluwande tugged on their sleeve one evening. “Please. I feel weird at these things and Sammy gets busy.”

Reluctantly, Jim went. There were a lot of things they didn’t care about. But there was one person with green curls that fell around shaved sides of their head.  They said their name was Rain and Jim said nothing because Jim knew what names could mean. 

“I’m nonbinary,” they told Jim. 

“What’s that?” Jim frowned at them. 

“Oh wow, okay, let’s sit.” 

Jim had new words in their mouth after that. And a new datefriend. Rain was pretty good in bed and taught them a lot about a lot of things.

“You going out tonight?” Oluwande asked over lunch. 

“Yeah, Rain and I are going to check out a theater thing,” Jim shrugged. Then watched as Oluwande pulled a face. “What?” 

“I don’t like them,” Oluwande muttered. 

“Why not?” Jim asked with a frown. They liked Rain just fine, but if they rubbed Oluwande the wrong way, then Jim would toss them out on their ear in a second. 

“Just...don’t. I don’t know.” 

And Jim, who would admit not to reading people very well, could piece that together just fine. They had made that expression too many times not to recognize it on someone else’s face. But...but it was Oluwande. And they were probably wrong. 

-Senior year, Jim and Oluwande got an apartment together. Rain just smirked when Jim told them, gave them a kiss and broke up with them. Sammy kept hanging around, practically moving in with them too. Jim ignored him for the most part. Sometimes they threw knives at the dartboard in the kitchen when he was around just to remind him what was what. 

To pay for the rent, they both worked as waiters, counting their pennies for when it all came to an end and the rest of their lives would have to start. 

“I think I want to try drag,” Oluwande said one night as they ran past him on their way to the kitchen to fix an order. 

“Sounds great,” they told him as they slid the fixed plate onto the table. “Where and when?” 

“You don’t think it’s weird?” 

“Watched you put on costumes and makeup for years,” they pointed out. 

Sammy didn’t like it. Sammy got the fucking heave-ho at last. Jim did a victory lap outside after Oluwande cried himself to sleep. That felt a little mean, but Jim thought they’d earned it. 

-”I’ll need a name,” Oluawnade told them. “Maybe a pun or something.” 

And Oluwande had given them Jim, so it only felt right that they at least thought about it. He liked Motown music.  

“Diana Boss,” Jim suggested. 

“...good enough,” he grinned. 

-Jim didn’t know enough to help with makeup, the dress or the heels, but they knew about balance and they knew how to dance. Oluwande figured out the rest on his own. 

The local club liked Diana enough invite her back occasionally. Jim sat in the audience and applauded them on. 

-That was the year Jim grew their hair back out a little. Played with the length. Started to look at themselves in the mirror more though they couldn’t say what they were even looking for. 

Frenchie: i’ll be in town for a bit. Game? 

Jim: name the time and place  

Oluwande couldn’t get out of class, so Jim when on their own. Frenchie looked a little different, less wild around the eyes. There was a guy with him, big and tattooed, but he just sat on a park bench and took out some knitting needles. 

“That’s John,” Frenchie said with a grin. “He’s just gonna chill out. Doesn’t do sports.” 

“Where’d you find him?” 

“Oh you know,” Frenchie let the ball dropped to the ground. “Around.” 

They kicked the ball around for an hour, and it felt good to run with someone who was doing it for the sheer joy of it instead of to win. It was only when they were pleasantly worn out that Frenchie ventured, 

“How’s Oluwande?” 

“Good,” they decided to just flop into the grass. They were filthy anyway. Frenchie lay down beside them. “He’s doing drag.”

“No shit? Small world, me too,” Frenchie laughed. “John and I have a whole act we put together.” 

“Really?” Jim’s squinted up at the sun. “Small world.” 

“What about you?” 

“What about me?” Jim snorted. 

“You’d be great on stage. Got a lot of grace.” 

Jim shrugged. “I’m crew. He’s the talent.” 

“Yeah, I think that’s bullshit,” Frenchie stretched upwards. “What if you were both the talent, huh?” 

“I’m no queen.” 

“So be a king.” 

-Jim thought about it as the money in their account ticked slowly up and the days until they have to have an after college plan tick down. 

“What are you going to do?” Oluwande asked them as they sat together in the dark of his bedroom. They were both on the floor, passing a bottle of rum back and forth. 

“I don’t know.” 

“You have to know,” he said woozily. “Because where you go, I go.” 

“No, no,” they slurred. “Where you go I go. So you have to know.” 

“Oh shit,” Oluwande giggled. “We’re gonna get so lost together.” 

When they both wake up in the morning, hungover and still on the floor, Jim reached for his hand. 

“Hey,” they said. Because maybe talent was a fucking metaphor. Jim hated metaphors, but they were sick of feeling the gut-churning swoop that seemed to never end. They had to end it. “I really want to get lost with you.” 

“You do?” He stared at their face. Please understand, they thought at him as loud as they could. 

“I do,” they swallowed thickly. 

“Okay, please stop me if you don’t want me to kiss you right now because that would be super fucking awkward.” 

Jim didn’t stop him. 

-They graduated college with no more idea of what they were doing in life than they had that night, but at least they were together. 

-They get an apartment, cramped and ridiculously awful, but they were together. Jim found a job at the power company and got trained to work on the  lines, lofted above the city streets in a cherry picker. They get to hold power in their hands and watch the world below.  Oluwande worked events for a non-profit fundraising house. 

-Nana called sometimes. Jim let it go to voicemail, called back only when they were sure they could handle it. Only when they were sure they could say no. They still practiced their knives though. And as inevitably as breathing, one day Oluwande said, 

“I’ve got a kind of wild idea.” 

-Jim liked being on stage, throwing knives. Oluwande liked dancing between them. Maybe they were both the talent. When they found Bonnet, the Revenge, it still appealed. They still called Frenchie and brought him back into their orbit at last. 

Oluwande quit his day job. Jim kept theirs. The world fell into place around them, altered, but sturdy.

Sometimes, after it rained, Oluwande would hold out his hand and Jim would take it. They would go outside and jump in the biggest puddle they could find.

[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 9

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camshows, camboy!seokmin, softdom!seokmin, sexual photos/videos, masturbation, praise!kink, daddy!kink, mentions of sex toys, soonyoung thinking he’s a matchmaker lol AND WE ARE BACK! 😭💕 Sooo sorry for the delay, it’s been like, a literal almost two whole months since ch 8 and for that I am very very sorry kdjkdjh ☠️ I thought it’d be best to ease back into it with this chapter since it’s been a while though 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Literally just,,, November did not go how i thought it would at all but the important thing is that we’re back! ✨ Hilariously, all of my posts next week will be queued bc I will be seeing bts soooo ☠️ y’know kjdhkj the grind never stops apparently 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I hope to get some real rest after then tho 😩✨ But anyway! enjoy ch9 and I will see you tomorrow to catch up on inbox messages! I love you, and have a good day! 🥴💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

*queued post. (cuz even workin on Saturdays 😩 lol)

“Hey, did you hear about that weird anonymous board that’s popped up about our uni?”

Your ears perk up at the conversation coming from the cafe table behind you - a threaded needle in one hand and one of Seokmin’s costume shirts in the other.

You’d chosen to finish some last minute alterations at a cafe; knowing that if you tried to work at home, you’d get distracted and not finish on time.

“No? What’s it about?”

“I mean, I haven’t gone to check myself but apparently it’s some anonymous board called ‘/svt_u_gonewild’ where people have been posting nudes ‘n stuff… It’s only for our uni, though. So it’s just people that attend here, supposedly.”

You make a mental note to check on it later; curiosity making your mind wander about who would be posting on there and if you’d be able to recognize anyone.

Should I post on there? You ask yourself in the heat of the moment - cheeks warm as you bite your lip.

You’d been spending a lot more time with Seokmin lately and, admittedly, you’d found yourself falling more and more for him with each meeting the two of you had.

You watched from the sidelines during his rehearsals and when the two of you would have costume fittings, he would always make an effort to keep you laughing and engaged in a conversation.

Not to mention he was extremely gifted at what he did once he was serious about his work.

And he even kept his offer of always bringing you anything you needed, whether it’d been coffee or even late night food when the two of you knew you’d be having costume fittings the next morning.

‘It’s the least I can do,’ he’d always say with a sheepish smile, ‘You’re working so hard for me and I really appreciate that.’

“Soonyoung-hyung… You know everyone can tell it’s you posting… Right?”

The male smirks as he pockets his phone and takes a sip of his red plastic cup. 

“So? What if I said I don’t care, huh? I mean, look at me. What would I wanna hide about this?”

He does a spin as Seokmin rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his own drink.

They’d ended up at another frat party, this one quieter than most of the others he’d been to.

Thankfully.

But while Soonyoung had been having the time of his life, Seokmin couldn’t help but think about the 9AM costume fitting he had at the campus the next morning - choosing to only have a few drinks before he’d go home and maybe stream for just a little bit before bed.

“Hey, I saw this post earlier, I think you might like it, Seokmin!”

Soonyoung fishes for the phone he’d just pocketed a few seconds prior; scrolling as quickly as possible before he finds the picture he was looking for.

“A-ha! Here you go, I think you’d like it. I dunno, it kinda reminded me of you for some reason?”

The younger male leans in to see the photo, eyes as wide as saucers when he sees it fully.

It was a photo of a lingerie-clad body; baby pink and mostly only lace covering up barely anything with a large pink dildo between the spread legs to cover up the fact that the figure didn’t have any panties on.

‘I thought this might’ve been daddy’s favorite…? I’m not sure though… Tell me what you like?’ was the caption and it made Seokmin’s mouth water at the scenarios that ran through his head in a split second.

“Ay, are you okay? I don’t think you’ve blinked yet.”

“H-huh? Oh, uh, I just… zoned out, is all. Um, maybe you should put that away, we’re in public, dude.”

Seokmin, against his will, tears his eyes off of the image that he so desperately wants to take one more look at - telling himself he’ll look for it later when he’s alone so he can inspect it further.

“You’re the one that was just staring but okay, sure. Y’know, you need to loosen up, Seokmin. Maybe you should post on there!”

“What?!”

Soonyoung laughs before downing the rest of his drink, “Yeah, it’s not like anyone would know it’s you anyway!”

“Uh, right…”

“Or, hmm, do you want me to figure out who’s in the pic? I can try to hook you up or something’ if you want? You seemed reeeaaallly interested~ And I think I might have the skills~ Unless you’re scared she’s more experienced than you~”

“Please, can we finish up taking their free booze so we can go home?”

You’re about to let sleep take you when a notification pops up on your phone - the light making you groan as you pick it up to see what it was.

‘Bedtime thoughts....? [Praise Kink] [Audio Stream]’

You thank the powers above that Dokyeom’s streams were always audio streams and that you didn’t have to pay attention to any videos as you opened the stream and set your phone back down onto the bed sheets.

“Mm, sorry,” He starts - voice groggy and sleepy as he sighs, “I was about to go to sleep but I just wanted to pop in really quick… I--I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to get off… I’ve been like this for an hour now…”

User98475945: ooo why’s that?

Anonymous093847: were you sleeping?

b@d_dream: I was about to go to bed too… What was on your mind?

Dokyeom chuckles on the other end and between his soft groans and muffled sighs, you can hear the slicked noises of his hand working up and down his cock as you lick your lips.

“I saw a picture earlier that I really liked… Got me thinkin’ about how much I’d wanna praise my babygirl, y’know? Especially after you’ve worked so hard riding my cock…”

You squirm underneath the covers and you snake a hand between your thighs as you slowly work yourself up over his filthy words.

“There was a pink dildo in the picture and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d love to thrust that toy right into your pretty ‘lil cunt, baby…” Dokyeom moans right into the mic as you press your fingers right into your clothed mound. “I wanna see you bent over while I thrust that toy into you… And I know you’d be a good girl and take what daddy gives to you, right? You’re such a good girl for me, after all.”

The comments on Dokyeom’s stream go crazy as they fly across the screen; virtually impossible to read any of them as he continues.

“You’d be so good for me and take that toy… Right before I fuck your pretty cunt open, spread your legs nice ‘n wide for me while you keep all that pretty lingerie on your body too~ You’ll let daddy cum on your pretty pink lingerie and get it all dirty, right?”

You can hear Dokyeom’s hand speeding up as he works himself up to an orgasm and there’s a slurry of comments begging to know what the picture actually looked like for him to be this turned on.

He ignores it for a moment, instead chasing his high as his hips thrust up into his enclosed fist and soft, muttered curse words fall from his lips right into the mic.

The stream has only been going on for a few minutes but in that time, Dokyeom manages to make $2000 - something he was extremely proud of.

“Ah, f-fuck… I wanna cum so bad already… I’ve been touching myself far longer than I had the stream open… do you want daddy to cum inside of your pretty pussy or on you, princess?”

He lets out a airy chuckle before he feels himself cumming; succumbing to the pleasure as his eyes clamp shut and his hips erratically thrust up into his fist.

Donations and comments make the stream lag slightly as his viewers drink in the way his voice gets airy in the midst of his high and you feel the wetness soak into your panties as you groan and realize it’s going to take more than this to get you off before you can fully rest and go to bed.

‘I’ll just replay some of his old videos, get off and go to bed…’ You reason with yourself; promising to get to sleep as soon as you were satisfied.

You had a 9AM fitting with Seokmin and it was already severely late into the night.

But it takes a few long minutes of Dokyeom moaning and sighing into the mic before he’s coming down and slumping against his computer chair - chuckling softly as he gets back to the question at hand.

“Mm, it was a pretty photo, by the way… Cut off right before the face but the figure was covered up in baby pink lingerie… it didn’t leave much to the imagination and the pink dildo made me wonder if she could take all of it… Then it got me thinking about fucking my pretty ‘lil princess all night… I was out with a friend and I felt bad - I bailed a little early because my cock was so hard just thinking about it.”

He laughs again, this time sounding a little more tired. “There were a lot of comments underneath praising her and leaving all sorts of filthy comments - I think she even responded to some saying how wet they made her so... Y’know. I won’t say I’m jealous buuuut... Couldn’t help but think about it too.”

Your brows furrow as you process his words.

He couldn’t have been talking about the photo you’d posted earlier.

Right?

b@d_dream: where was it posted? I kinda wanna see…

User284937: me too!

Anonymous748594: same!

“Ah, I wish I could but I can’t. Privacy reasons, y’know? They might be local to me.” Dokyeom stretches and yawns into the mic, “But there was a cute ‘lil butterfly charm right in the middle of the bra - it was purple and blue so if you see it, you know you’re looking at the right one~”

Your breath stops for a moment ad your body goes rigid.

He was talking about you.

You freeze under the covers with your hand between your legs, suddenly more interested in the fact Dokyeom was in the same anonymous board as you were which meant he attended the same university that you did.

But you didn’t know a Dokyeom?

But the campus is big, you tell yourself; slowly feeling a cold sweat start to wash over your body, he could be anywhere there.

And in your sleepy haze, you can’t remember if you’d even told Dokyeom which university you attended - only remembering that the two of you had spoken about attending one in general.

You’re too deep into your thoughts to realize Dokyeom was already signing off for the night; now too awake to even go to bed and too curious to even get off.

A sigh escapes your lips as you slide your hand from between your thighs - it would be a long night.

[flightfoot]

Perspective From Another Timeline

Thanks to my betas @steelblaidd and Izzybusy!

I ADORE @buggachat new Bakery Enemies AU. This idea just kept on swirling through my head, I had to write it! This is set between parts 13 and 14, so after Adrien meets Alya and Nino but before Marinette starts sympathizing with him. AO3

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“You okay?”

Alya shook her head, trying to clear it. “I’ll be fine. I’ve weathered worse than that - we both have.”

Nino grinned at her. “True that.”

Alya smiled at him fondly, remembering Heroes Day. It was a bittersweet memory, with her having been turned against Nino and them both being akumatized. 

But they had fought to protect each other as best they could. She’d seen Prime Queen’s footage, how Carapace had struggled to get her to fight against Dark Cupid’s magic, how he’d only given into despair after she’d given into akumatization. 

“What did that blast do to us?” Nino wondered. “Everyone else the akuma blasted just disappeared. Why’re we still here?”

Alya’s brow furrowed. “I dunno… hold on, let me check to see whether any new info on the akuma’s been uploaded.”

Pulling out her phone, she tapped on the Akuma News Alert app.

An error message popped up, telling her that she had no internet connection.

Puzzled, Alya checked her phone’s other settings. 

No wifi - no wifi even recognized, much less connectable - no cell service, no connection to the outside world at all.

She glanced over at Nino. “Hey, you got any signal?”

Taking out his own phone, he quickly checked his connection. He shook his head. “Not a single bar.”

Frowning, Alya looked around. “Maybe all the cell towers were taken out?”

Everything looked intact though, no sign of any destruction at all.

Something else caught Alya’s eye. “Hey Nino, what time should it be?”

Nino blinked. “Well I mean lunch just started so it should be a little past noon-”

He glanced around, noticing the long shadows and the pinkish-orange of the evening sky.

“-which it clearly is not anymore,” he concluded.

Great. “Guess Ladybug and Chat Noir must’ve taken a while to defeat the akuma,” she said, putting her phone away. “Hopefully my parents aren’t too worried. They like me to text them just after an akuma attack, but right now…?” she gestured to her pocket.

“My folks aren’t as worried,” Nino said. “But they still expect me back home before the sun goes down. They’ll be getting nervous soon.”

Alya let out a small sigh. “So much for playing Super Penguino together.”

“Hmmm…” Nino’s eyes gleamed. “You know… it’s not night just yet. And I’m sure my parents would understand if I was a few minutes late because I grabbed a bite to eat.”

Grabbed a bite to eat? What was Nino hinting at…?

Alya looked around at their location more closely.

Wait… that blast seemed to have carried them to that one park, the one near-

Alya grinned. “I think my parents will forgive me for not calling in if I bring them fresh-baked treats from the best bakery in Paris.”

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*ring ring*

The scent of freshly baked bread wafted through the store. 

Instantly Alya felt her shoulders loosen up, releasing tension she didn’t even know she’d had. There was just something so warm and comforting about the bakery.

Of course, a lot of that was due to the people running it. Good luck finding more friendly, caring people than Marinette’s parents. Sabine often checked up on anyone who seemed to be struggling or upset (and ready to protect them if they were - Alya had seen the video of the time a TV crew decided to invade Marinette’s privacy), and Tom was basically a giant teddy bear in human form.

But neither of them were manning the counter today.

Instead a young woman stared back at them.

A very familiar-looking young woman. 

“Marinette?” Alya asked cautiously.

The woman stared at her for a minute. “Alya?” she finally asked. “What happened to you?” She paled. “Did a new supervillain attack? Is that why you and Nino are younger?”

Huh. Weirdly scared reaction from Marinette. They’d all gotten used to supervillains by now. She’d expect an older Marinette to take them in stride even more than the current Marinette.

Hm… an older Marinette, a different time of day, and Marinette not seeming to know about the latest akuma attack? 

“Marinette… what year is it?” 

Marinette blinked for a moment. Her eyes widened.

Seemed Marinette understood what she was getting at.

She told Alya the date.

Her hunch was right. “We’re in the future,” Alya breathed.

A wicked grin slowly spread over her face. 

Five years was a long time. A lot of things could have happened. A lot of information could’ve come to light.

Like Hawkmoth’s identity.

Or more information on the Miraculous.

But most importantly right now-

She leaned in close to Marinette, making sure to keep her voice down, just in case someone else was around in the back. “So did you ever get together with a certain blond-haired, green-eyed model?”

“Uh… what?” Marinette asked, looking puzzled.

Alya snapped her fingers. “Adrien. Did you and Adrien finally get together? Ooooh, if you did you’ve GOTTA tell me how the confession went! Or, no, wait, don’t tell me, I want to get the deets at the time. Just let me know how long I’ve got to wait, girl!”

Marinette just stared at her, slack-jawed. “Adrien… like ADRIEN AGRESTE?!” she said, her volume rising with every word.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up. “Um… yes…?”

She’d thought that Marinette would be glowing about finally getting together with her crush, or dejected about still not being able to spit out what she wanted to say to him, downcast over him rejecting her, or maybe even infuriated because he mistreated her and they subsequently broke up.

(The last one was VERY unlikely though. After the Felix debacle, she’d learned to have a bit more faith in Adrien’s good nature.)

Shock at the concept of dating him? Not something she’d anticipated.

Footsteps echoed from behind Marinette.

So one of Marinette’s parents must’ve been in the back-

Adrien popped his head around the corner.

Seemed both he AND Marinette had aged well. 

Not that Adrien looked all that different. Taller, definitely, maybe with slightly messier hair and… were those earrings? They looked good on him.

“Hey dude!” Nino waved at his best friend. “What’s up?”

“Uh…” Adrien said, scratching the back of his neck.

“WOW those outfits really take the years off, huh?” Marinette said loudly, shoving them out the door. “Make you look smaller than usual. Well we better go talk about plans later okaybye-”

She promptly slammed the door behind them, physically pushing them away from the bakery.

After Marinette had dragged them a good distance away, Alya finally got over her shock, turning around and glaring at her. “What was that about?!” she asked Marinette indignantly, hands on her hips. “You know me, I wasn’t going to spill anything to him. That’s why I was talking so quietly! Why’d you have to do that?!”

Nino frowned, seeming more concerned than annoyed. “Adrien looked really hurt by that. Not cool.”

“There’s nothing to spill!” Marinette protested, gesticulating wildly. “I only met him for the first time two days ago!”

*record scratch*

Two-

Two DAYS ago?!

Ok, hold up.

“Adrien joined our collège class the day after I did! He sits in front of you in class! What’re you TALKING about?!”

“Uh… no…?” Marinette tilted her head to the side, befuddled. “I think I would remember that, even if it was a few years back.” 

Alya let out a bark of laughter. “Yeah, no kidding. He would be uh, difficult for you to forget. Heck, even if your memory was erased, you’ve got so much stuff revolving around him, I couldn’t see that lasting long.”

Marinette blushed. “Why do you think I have a crush on him?! He’s HAWKMOTH’S SON!”

“WHAT?!” Alya and Nino yelled in unison.

“Ladybug and Chat Noir defeated Hawkmoth a couple years ago,” Marinette explained, pulling out her phone.

A moment later she held it up, showing a blog post from the Ladyblog.

Oooh, that’s a nice graphical design. I’ll have to look into updating my site, Alya thought.

Turning her attention to the picture, she squinted. “Hey, can you enlarge the photo?” She asked.

Marinette complied, enlarging it and turning her phone sideways, letting it fill the entire screen. 

Gabriel Agreste being led away in handcuffs by the police, with Ladybug and Chat Noir in the background. Ladybug looked satisfied, with maybe a twinge of melancholy, but Chat Noir…

He stared vacantly ahead, seemingly not focused on anyone or anything, a smile on his face - but the most forced one she’d ever seen.

“What’s wrong with Chat Noir?” 

Marinette frowned, looking troubled. “I don’t know. He seemed really, really upset when Hawkmoth was defeated. It was a tough battle, bad enough that neither of them have returned since, but that doesn’t explain why-”

She trailed off, lost in thought. 

A moment later she looked up, meeting Alya’s eyes.

Immediately she waved her hands around, trying to ward off… something. “I- I mean, that’s what I read on the Ladyblog and what I could piece together from video footage, it’s not like I was there, NOPE. I was huddled in my room the entire time. Not like I have any insight into what Chat Noir was acting like during the battle, not beyond what any other civilian would know! That would be ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” she let out a few forced guffaws.

Alya’s eyebrows flew up.

O...Kay…?

Maybe Marinette had been following Ladybug and Chat Noir during the final battle and hadn’t wanted anyone to know? She’d wondered whether Marinette might have a thing for Chat Noir, but her crush on Adrien dwarfed any feelings she might have had for him. Plus it’s not like Marinette would actually know Chat Noir, unlike Adrien.

Thinking about Adrien…

“He must’ve been devastated,” she murmured. Marinette looked at her questioningly. “Adrien, I mean,” Alya clarified. “Having your father turn out to be a terrorist? I can’t even imagine.”

Marinette buried her face in her hands. “Not you TOO,” she said, her voice muffled.

Nino slowly started edging his way behind Marinette.

“What’s your problem with Adrien?” Alya asked. “Did he do something?”

Marinette glanced away. “Not… exactly… I just… I’m afraid that it might all be an act. That he might’ve been helping Hawkmoth secretly, and… and even if he wasn’t before, that he might just be biding his time, waiting until he figures out who Ladybug and Chat Noir and then BAM!” she slammed her fist down on her other hand. “He takes them out, steals all the Miraculous, frees his father and rules Paris FOREVER!”

Alya reached out towards Marinette tentatively. She collapsed into Alya’s arms. 

Hugging her tightly, she sang a soft nonsense song, rubbing small circles in Marinette’s back. 

She’d done this a few other times since she’d met Marinette, though she’d never thought she’d do it underneath these circumstances.

Whatever these circumstances actually were.

Did everyone have amnesia or…?

“Do you have any big memory gaps?” Alya asked once Marinette’s breathing had calmed down. “Especially from five years ago?” 

Marinette shook her head. 

She’d shelve that theory for now then. More likely it was…

“An alternate timeline, huh?” Alya said.

Marinette looked up at her questioningly.

“That’s what I think this is,” Alya explained. “I WAS thinking that maybe there’d been some sort of mass amnesia, but if you don’t have any memory gaps - and trust me girl, with how involved you were with Adrien, there WOULD be memory gaps - that seems unlikely. I’m betting this is some sort of alternate universe, one where Adrien never got to go to school.”

“I still don’t get why you think there’s something between me and Adrien!” Marinette said. “I mean sure, he’s pretty, but did I really fall for him just for that?” 

Alya shook her head. “Actually, you hated him at first. Chloe’d been bragging about how he was her friend, and with that on top of you catching him trying to remove the gum Chloe’d planted on your seat and mistaking it for him PLANTING the gum… well… both of us just assumed he was a spoiled rich bully, just like Chloe. Luckily that turned out not to be the case.”

“How’d that misunderstanding get cleared up?” Marinette asked. “And how did your Marinette jump from that to crushing on him?”

Alya grinned. Marinette had ranted about this moment to her SO. MANY. TIMES.

“School let out later that day. It was raining and Marinette had forgotten her umbrella, so she hung back a moment, long enough for Adrien to approach her. At first she looked away from him, not wanting to acknowledge his greeting. But then he told you - told her I mean - that he hadn’t done it, promised that he’d just been trying to take it off with such sincerity that she had no choice but to believe it. He opened up to her, even though she’d been shunning him just moments ago. And finally he gave her his umbrella, just because he could. Because it was the kind thing to do. She’s been a goner ever since.”

The Marinette in her arms looked away. “I can see why she might have developed a crush on him. But I still dunno whether I trust him.”

“I don’t know whether I have anything that could convince you on that,” Alya admitted, “especially since this is probably a different timeline, and for all I know he could be evil here. Just make sure that you’re judging him on his own merits, okay? Not who he’s associated with. Not his fault he has so many crappy people in his life.”

“I’ll… take it under consideration,” Marinette said reluctantly. 

Marinette looked from side to side. “Where’d Nino go?”

“Oh, he snuck back into the bakery several minutes ago.”

“WHAT?!”

---

Nino opened the door to the bakery, letting out a small sigh of relief. He really wanted to check in on his best friend, and judging by Marinette’s behavior, she wasn’t exactly keen on him or Alya chatting with Adrien.

Thinking back on what he’d just heard, he frowned. 

He wished he could say that he’d never have suspected that Gabriel was Hawkmoth.

That he didn’t think Adrien’s old man could ever be capable of such evil.

But he knew better.

The guy threatened to withdraw Adrien from school and isolate him from everyone else at the drop of a hat, paid little attention to his son when he was at home, and was a very negative influence on his life in general. He might have been grieving, but… so was Adrien. He needed the only parent he had left.

And instead Gabriel had chosen to respond by becoming a supervillain and terrorizing Paris, endangering his own son in the process.

He really wished he’d gotten to hit Hawkmoth with his turtle shield more. At least he got to relish the smack he got in.

“You’re back!” 

Nino looked towards the voice.

Adrien walked closer to him, a tentative grin on his face. “I didn’t think you’d return so soon!”

“I had to come back to talk to my best friend,” Nino said.

“Best friend?” Adrien asked, blank-faced.

Oh, right. According to Marinette, Adrien hadn’t joined their class. She hadn’t even met Adrien until recently. 

Had some sort of memory-wiping akuma attacked? Wouldn’t have been the first time. 

“Do you know who I am?” Nino asked, pointing at himself.

Adrien rubbed the back of his neck. “Uh… well I know you’re friends with the Ladyblogger and Marinette, and… sorry, that’s it.”

He looked really apologetic, like a dog who’d ripped up a bunch of toilet paper and acted guilty about it once caught.

Hm. If it had been a memory-erasing akuma, maybe he could jog Adrien’s memory…?

And even if it wasn’t, he wanted to let Adrien know that someplace, somewhere, people cared about him. If Marinette’s reaction to him was any indication, he’d need that reassurance. Being looked at with suspicion, having people run from you just because of who your dad was, thinking that you might’ve been involved in his crimes… he couldn’t imagine.

“You joined our class the day after Hawkmoth first attacked,” Nino told him, pulling out his phone.

Adrien shook his head, looking confused. “Uh… no? I wanted to, I REALLY wanted to go to school, but Father-”

He cut himself off, looking away.

“Marinette said the same thing,” Nino told him. “That you hadn’t enrolled in our class, that she’d only met you recently. I don't know what that’s about, whether everyone’s memories were wiped, or an akuma messed with the past, or what.”

Come on, come on, where was it- ah!

He clicked on a photo, one taken a few months ago, holding his phone up so his friend could get a better look.

Adrien squinted for a moment. His eyes widened. “That’s-!”

Nino nodded. “Our class photo. The official one, anyway.” He chuckled. “I liked our unofficial ones better.” Swiping to the side, he showed the new ones the class had taken at the park. 

Adrien’s jaw dropped more with every new photo. He let out an involuntary bark of laughter at the one of himself, Nino, Kim, and Juleka posing. “I- I always wanted to mess around like that at photoshoots,” Adrien said. His voice trembled slightly. “But I wouldn’t be able to get away with it. And that’s mostly fun when you can share it with friends, at least share the picture, and I- I couldn’t. Chloe wouldn’t have appreciated it, and L-”

He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Luka?” Nino asked. 

He didn’t know why Adrien would know Luka and not anybody else, but he seemed the most likely option.

“Uh…” Adrien scratched the back of his neck, looking away.

Hm, he’d have to see if he had- ah!

“You played in Kitty Section too, with Luka, Rose, Ivan, and Juleka.” Nino explained, clicking on the video. 

Adrien’s hands shook as Nino handed him the phone, watching the mini-concert.

“I- I was allowed to- I got to-” Adrien’s voice quavered. 

“Not at first.” Nino grimaced, remembering how bummed Adrien had sounded when he called him. “Your old man said that Agrestes were soloists, and that we were all bad influences.”

“HE was the bad influence,” Adrien said. A current of anger, of venom ran through his voice that Nino had never heard before. 

“Well I already knew that, even before finding out he was Hawkmoth,” Nino said, making a face. “Dude needed to chill out.”

Adrien snorted. “If he had any ‘chill’ he wouldn’t have decided that becoming a supervillain was the best way to heal my mother.”

Oh.

So THAT was why Gabriel had done it.

He’d just thought it was standard ‘I’m an asshole and want to rule the world while being a jackass to everyone in my life’ behavior.

(He still wasn’t going to rule out that being a factor.)

Nino put a hand on Adrien’s shoulder sympathetically. “At least he’s gone now and you’re free, right?”

“Right,” Adrien said. He didn’t meet Nino’s eyes.

“Not you TOO,” Marinette had said, burying her face in her hands.

As if she found it exasperating that Alya sympathized with Adrien. As if she had expected differently. 

Those worries she’d voiced as Nino had been tiptoeing away, about Adrien helping Hawkmoth, about him lying in wait, biding his time… Marinette probably wasn’t the only one to have that concern. And with Adrien’s face being as well-known as it was...

“You AREN’T free, are you?” Nino asked, eyes wide.

Adrien sighed. “I was as surprised as everyone else when I found out who Hawkmoth was. That someone who’s caused that much harm, that much trauma to this city, lived in my own house.” He clenched his fists, digging into his jean’s fabric. “I could barely believe it… no… I didn’t WANT to believe it.”

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. “I- I only remember snippets from right after his arrest. The police chief talking to me. Riding back to the station. It’s all a blur. Everything felt like I was processing it underwater. It was all so blurry and muffled. Even- even then, though, I could feel everyone’s accusing stares.” “I understand why, don’t get me wrong,” he cut in hurriedly. “Who wouldn’t be suspicious of the son of the terrorist who’s been making everyone’s life miserable for the past four years?” Adrien almost panted with exertion, his eyes wild. “And- and it was happening in my own house! Underneath my nose! I should have KNOWN! I could’ve stopped this!” 

Reaching out, Nino pulled his friend into a hug. 

Adrien stiffened for a moment, before melting into his embrace.

“It’s his fault, not yours,” Nino murmured. “Remember that, dude. He was the adult. He was your parent. Your ONLY remaining parent. I’ve met the guy. And I’ve heard you talk about what he’s like. If you had investigated more?” Nino shuddered, thinking about the disproportionate punishments the bastard had enacted. “And knowing he was HAWKMOTH on top of that? I’m kinda glad you didn’t. Yeah, maybe you could’ve ended things sooner. Or maybe he would’ve hurt you more before you had the chance. I’m just glad you survived.”

“I-” Adrien’s throat sounded tight. “I’m- I’m glad I survived too.”

They stood there for a moment, Nino feeling Adrien’s breath go in-and-out, his heartbeat racing, until it gradually started to slow.

*ring ring*

Adrien and Nino broke up their hug just as Marinette burst through the door, Alya on her heels. She skidded to a halt in front of Adrien - but not quite in time, sending her careening towards the floor.

She never made contact.

“Woah!” Adrien shouted, catching her in his arms.

Nino detected a hint of pink to Marinette’s cheeks before she abruptly sprang to her feet.

“So, uh,” Marinette said awkwardly. “I’m guessing Nino talked to you about some stuff. I mean, of course he talked to you about stuff, because that’s what talking is about. What- what I mean is, what were you two talking about?”

“I wanted to show him how much we care about him,” Nino told her. “Especially since with this… amnesia?”

“I think it’s an alternate timeline,” Alya said. 

“Especially since in this timeline,” Nino continued, “it really doesn’t seem like he had anyone.”

“I had a couple other friends,” Adrien told him quietly, giving a melancholic smile. “But I lost contact with them right after Hawkmoth’s defeat.”

Noticing Nino’s frown, he hastily added, “they didn’t abandon me or anything! They were online friends. One moved somewhere without internet reception, and the other... we never knew each other’s names. But we talked all the time. We chatted, laughed, defeated villains together…”

“In the video games we played, of course!” he added after a moment. He chuckled fondly. “We played as a team. Together, we were unstoppable, no matter what our opponent threw at us.”

Adrien swallowed. “But in the aftermath of Hawkmoth’s defeat, with all the turmoil, with everything that happened… I lost my means of contacting her. I- I don’t know whether I’ll ever get to see her again.”

“We’d promised to meet up after Hawkmoth’s defeat,” Adrien said. His voice cracked. “That- that once it was safer in Paris, we’d finally tell our names.”

His eyes dropped to the ground. “Instead, we lost each other. Maybe for good.”

“I know what that’s like,” Marinette said. She sounded strangely distant. “I had a friend like that too. I cared about him. A lot. Maybe… maybe even as more than a friend.” She said the last part haltingly, as if she’d only just admitted it to herself. “He- he wanted to know who I was. For me to know who he was. But- but I couldn’t do that. Not in Hawkmoth’s Paris. I already cared for him so much it ached. If I was closer to him than that- if I’d accepted his rose- I’m- I’m afraid Hawkmoth might’ve used the strength of those feelings against me. That I could’ve gotten akumatized, or he might’ve, and if we knew who each other was, knew WHERE the other one was… I just… I couldn’t accept that we might be sent to hurt each other.”

“We talked while the final battle was raging,” she continued. “He seemed really upset, more angry than I’ve ever seen him before, but… also kind of sad. I wanted to know what was wrong, but there wasn’t really time to press him. And after that battle he just… disappeared. I knew there was going to be some sort of disruption, but- but I’d thought we’d have more time to talk beforehand, that we’d be able to exchange new contact information. We were cut off before we had the chance.”

“I- I think of him every day,” she said quietly. “Wondering how he’s doing. He was always so positive, no matter what life threw at us. I hope that wherever he is, whatever he’s doing, he hasn’t lost that positivity, that optimism, the ability to see the best in the world and in others.”

“I’m sure he’d be happy to know you cared for him so much,” Adrien said, giving her a warm smile.

Marinette blinked, giving herself a small shake. She turned to Alya. “I dunno whether you’ll remember any of this after the Ladybug in your time restores anything, but on the off-chance you do, is there anything you need to know?”

“Oh!” Alya pulled up some footage. “You told me who Hawkmoth was, but what about Mayura?”

“Mayura?” 

“Who?”

Alya snapped her fingers. “You know, the Peacock Miraculous wielder, the one summoning the sentimonsters! Did she not exist in this universe?”

She pulled up part of the fight against Mayura, the sentimonster Ladybug, and Hawkmoth.

The video ended, she took another glance at Marinette and Adrien.

Marinette seemed to be in shock, staring straight ahead.

Adrien frowned, thinking. “I’d wondered for a long time how Father managed to hide his supervillain activities from Nathalie, considering she was around him most of the time. I thought maybe she was just really good at never asking questions.”

He grimaced. “Looking at that? I’m betting she didn’t ask questions because she already knew the answers.”

“You think Mayura’s Nathalie?” Alya questioned.

He nodded. “Unless something’s different in your universe. My father doesn’t have a lot of associates, and the way he acted around Mayura there, how he was willing to pass up a chance to fight Ladybug for her Miraculous in exchange for catching her… the only people I can think of who he’d do that for are my mother and Nathalie, and mom…” he trailed off.

“I- I didn’t even think about that,” Marinette said guiltily. “I remember reading something about Gabriel having a secretary, but I didn’t think about her much beyond that.”

“Maybe you could ask this universe’s Alya to post something on the Ladyblog, telling Ladybug and Chat Noir she has a lead on who Mayura is?” Alya said. “I mean, I know they haven’t shown up in ages, but maybe that’s just because they haven’t had reason to.”

Marinette winced. “I… really don’t think that’s it… plus Ladybug and Chat Noir never said that someone was helping Hawkmoth. Mayura never appeared, at least in public. I don’t know what we can do about this right now, especially without proof. Maybe if Ladybug and Chat Noir appeared, but…”

She sounded doubtful. Alya was beginning to think that the final battle was even worse than Marinette had alluded to.

She hesitated a moment, before turning to Adrien. “I- I think I owe you an apology. I thought you might’ve been helping Hawkmoth, but… well… I was just judging you by who your dad was. You’ve been nothing but sweet and kind.”

Adrien smiled at her, though it was slightly strained. “It’s fine. I’m used to it. A lot of people in this city have suffered at Hawkmoth’s hands. I don’t blame them for being scared, or angry at any reminders of him.”

“That doesn’t make it RIGHT,” Marinette said heatedly.

Nino nodded. “Dude just because something’s done to you it doesn’t mean it’s justified, or that it shouldn’t be made better. Like with your old man forbidding parties. I didn’t let that stop me from bribing your bodyguard into letting me and the other guys throw a party at your place for you!”

He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “It kinda escalated though. I think half the guys at Paris were partying in your room by the end!”

Alya gave Nino a sideways look. “And ONLY the guys because they ditched us girls while we were planting trees with a lame excuse. Seriously if you’d said you wanted to throw a party for Adrien while his dad was away, you could’ve just told us!”

Nino winced. “Yeah, my bad. At least we got to have fun there for a while before the akuma attack.”

“Akuma attack?” Adrien asked, eyes wide. “But I thought you said Father was gone!”

“He was- OOOOOOOH.”

“Yeeaaaah I don’t think he was actually gone,” Alya said. “You threw a ‘secret’ party in Hawkmoth’s house, WHILE he was still at home.”

Adrien gaped at Nino. “How’re you not DEAD?!”

Nino chuckled. “Lucky I guess?”

*twinkle twinkle*

A familiar red mass flew towards Alya and Nino.

Adrien’s eyes widened. 

“Behind the portrait!” he blurted out, just as the two of them were enveloped by the ladybugs, spiriting them off to whence they came.

It was silent for a moment.

“Do you think they heard?” Adrien asked Marinette.

“I hope so,” she said, looking off in the direction the ladybugs flew.

She turned to him. “I was planning on setting up some hang out time with Alya and Nino later this week. If you’re not busy… would you like to join?”

His smile told her everything she needed to know.

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dear anon, sweet anon, thank you so much for requesting this <3 i didn’t know that i needed it in my life and now...here it is;) IT WAS SO FUN hehe

melt in your mouth | reader x jisung

Pairing: self insert, gender neutral reader x han jisung 

Genre: that good good smut 

Summary: After hearing a rather interesting story about a certain brand of chocolate aphrodisiacs, your curiosity gets the best of you and your friend’s roommate, Jisung.....a spin off of bites like bittersweet

Word count: 3.7k 

*photocreds to OP!

{see below for tags, nsfw and warnings!} 

Tags: aphrodisiac au, somewhat friends to lovers, hints of mutual pining, bestfriend!seungmin, seungmin’sroommate!jisung, hardswitch!jisung, hardswitch!reader, explicit language, mentions of food/eating, hand stuff (r &m), degredation, petnames, dirty talk, unprotected sex (stay safe cuties), creampie, voyeurism, and we love a plot twist ;)  

~💋~

two flavors seemed excessive. one flavor seemed like just enough. you didn’t want to break the bank or anything on something that was likely crappy quality or potentially psychedelic; even worse, it could be both. 

“and you want to try these with me why?” seungmin pushed his wire-framed glasses up his nose bridge and scrunched it up. he inspected the paper wrapper with a skeptical glare. the design itself was anything but trustworthy: in swirly cursive pink font, the name Cherri Amore and under it, a absurdly large lipstick mark with the outline of a couple doing what must have been fucking “spread eagle.” 

seungmin muttered, leaning over the counter of the dingy kitchen he shared with his roommates, “proven aphrodiasiac and libido booster...? y/n, sorry, i just--i’m fucking lost here--” 

“--ever heard of trying something for the hell of it seung??” you snatched the bar from his hand. “the review that i read online said that it made them crazy fucking horny, so much so that they fucked their best friend of something like five years or something like that. isn’t that insane?!” 

your best friend’s eyes blew out with his mouth aghast, “what the hell?? shit--of course you’d find something insane on the internet like this and drag me into it...”  

in your incredulous laugher, you threw your neck back so hard it hurt a little. “loosen up! it’s probably a scam or something. plus...if it does work on us...don’t act like i haven’t caught you in the act before...” 

seungmin, ever the angel, flushed a shade of fuchsia you thought inhumanly possible for someone to attempt. “that-that wasn’t--that wasn’t what you thought it was!!!” he cast away the chocolate bar as if it were his dick on the very night that you had walked in on something that was supposedly not what it looked like. 

“relax!” you punched your embarrassed friend on the arm which he dramatically rubbed into. “it’s not a sin to jerk off or anything. hell, i do it....obviously.” 

seungmin chuckled out unsteadily, “well, um, what if it does work then, what do we do?” 

you snickered, “ha! hell if i know. cross that bridge when we get there?” 

“so what you’re saying is...this could either be a massive waste of our time, or, both of us get so stupidly turned on that we decide to have sex....with eachother?” 

“that’s the gist i’m getting.” you took to the corner of the shiny pink paper wrapping at the corner. “but...who said that we had to fuck or anything...?” 

from fuchsia to nearly scarlet, seungmin averted his eyes at the speed of light. 

“seung!!! do you have something to tell me?!” your teasing grin spread wide and you lifted your hand to give your adorable friend a clap on the back. 

“i’m just repeating what you said!!” 

you broke the bar open, cracking off the first square on the counter with a solid snap. with a smirk, you offered it to your friend. he reached out, only to nearly jump out of his skin when the old-timey ringtone from his phone erupted in the hollow kitchen. 

“shit.” he murmured under his breath, pulling it out and immediately pressing the call button upon seeing the caller. “h-hello? yeah? wait, wait...slow down...the cultures did what?! and you have to start over?? shit--” 

before you could have anything to do with it, your friend was already throwing on his sneakers and sky blue raincoat. “sorry, y/n but i have to go. that was my co-worker, they said that something went bad with the incubator, and all of the cultures are ruined, and there’s the stupid lab meeting in the morning--” 

“i’m gonna pretend that i understood everything you said.” you hung at the doorway to the kitchen, observing him trip over pairs of shoes and other random-ass college-aged boy items. “you only get a pass because i have a feeling that the coworker we’re talking about here is the cute one.” 

your friend rolled his eyes, mouthing a reluctant, “yes.” 

“fine then. we can try the chocolates another time.” 

“fine--sure--” seungmin grabbed for the handle, “sorry. again.” 

~💋~

you felt like the chocolate bar was taunting you, just sitting there opened with two squares all ready for the eating. oddly, you really couldn’t figure out exactly why you had wanted to try them in the first place. for a second, the guilt and loneliness started to seep through and it felt sticky, pathetic, and stung like thorns right into your breaths. 

“fuck it.” you whispered under your breath, swiping them all up and walking over to the trash can. 

“whatcha got there?” a voice entered the room attached to one of seungmin’s roommates, jisung. 

the two of you had met many times in passing, and you had shared enough small talk to consider him somewhat of an acquaintance. from what you had gathered about the boy, he spent much too much time in his room working on his animations and was the dictionary definition of one of those cocky-assholes you had a soft spot for. 

“jisung--hey. it’s...it’s nothing. something stupid that i blew my money on.” 

“let me see.” he crossed the room, looking wired and overtired as usual. 

from staring at his screen for so long his eyes bagged with dark circles, but somehow it made him look mischievous, or something like that. his muscle tank had been cut low to reveal his sides and ribs which flared when he grabbed for the bar of chocolate. 

“huh.” he scoffed, “i’ve seen like, infomercials for these things. you were going to try it?” 

“yeah...i-i mean--no...i was.” 

“what’s stopping you? not curious anymore?” 

“window of opportunity passed.” 

“i don’t think so.” he grinned, matter of a fact. “i like chocolate.” 

you couldn’t quite believe what was being said to you at first. jisung, the boy that you barely knew, was standing there with his goofy heart-shaped smile and all, holding libido boosters and asking you to take them with him. 

“you do know what those are, right? what they could do?” 

immediately, he popped one in his mouth, nearly like it was a challenge. “empahsis on the “could.”” 

he held them closer to you, prompting you to take the remaining square which was flecked with little red hard-candy looking bits. 

“fine then. you’re right. what they could do.” you downed the candy, crunching it and finding that the quality was certainly not a guarantee. the thing itself tasted halfway between a tootsie roll and cold medicine. “fuck.” 

jisung laughed, throwing the rest of the bar away.

“what did you that for?” 

“i’m guessing whether they work or not, you might not need them anymore.” 

your friend’s roommate slicked his hair back, and ruffled it over his dark eyes. his face was slightly puffed with exhaustion, but it didn’t make him any less handsome. 

“so we wait now?” you asked, glancing at the clock. 

“wanna order some food or something?” he smacked his lips, “i need a fucking chaser after that.” 

~💋~

you didn’t know what time it was; late, probably. after a couple hours of realizing that nothing was really going to happen to you or your friend’s roommate, you had decided to stop expecting it. although, you had kind of hoped...

the sofa that the boys shared was just about as comfortable as you had remembered it. it was large enough to hold you and seungmin’s two roommates on better days, but, once again, random-ass college-boy stuff cluttered at least half of it. it was one of those “dumpster finds” and kind of smelled like a grandma’s house, but honestly, that was what made it so comfortable. 

the tv carried on, playing some kind of animated movie that jisung had chosen claiming that the director was some kind of “god of animation and storytelling.” you liked the colors, but soon you felt yourself being lulled and drowsy: your head felt heavy simply resting on your shoulders. 

your eyelids fogged, and the sounds from the tv set started to fade into inexistence. beside you, jisung had crossed his arms, but the lack of space had pressed both of your thighs together, and the warmth from his leg started to wash over your drowsy state. your head bobbed, swayed...then fell, directly onto his shoulder. had you been more lucid, you would have cared more. 

“oh--” he jumped slightly, and shifted awkwardly. 

the room darkened and soon all you could see was the thin line of light that your half-open eyes allowed. 

“this-this can’t be comfortable for you.” jisung hushed and clicked the tv off. “hey, you should be heading to bed anyway, it’s late.” 

“are you kicking me out, jisung?” you babbled, not really aware of your own words. 

your friend’s roommate chuckled, straightening his posture to support you. “i’m not gonna make you walk back to your place at this time of night.” 

“it’s only a couple of blocks--” 

“--you’ve slept over here before, haven’t you?” 

you stretched out your arms with a little squeak.

“yeah. on the couch.” 

“you...can’t do that. you’d have to sleep in a fucking corkscrew if you did that.” 

“yeah, i know.” you giggled, now finding yourself in a kind of stupor that made you wonder if the chocolates really were doing their job. “i’ll just take seung’s bed then--” 

“--he’s! not back...yet.” jisung hugged his arms to himself. “i dunno, shouldn’t he have his bed when he comes back?” he cleared his throat, composing himself. “of course, there’s space in my bed if you’d like.” 

“me? sleep with you?” 

“yes, with me.” just as he had before, that little challenging edge coated his tone, “only if you’re comfortable i mean. i guess that i’m forgetting that the most that the two of us have shared yet is some wack-ass chocolate so, i shouldn’t be making any assumptions.” 

“no, no!” you pounced off from the couch, reaching high to the ceiling to stretch out your sore back next. and, perhaps to let your shirt tuck up just a little bit as you did so. “i don’t have a problem with it.” 

jisung nodded, grinning in the half-lit room, cleaning away to-go boxes. you had noticed before, but the way that his triceps tensed when he moved around was really just a little too distracting. 

“you can head on in, but--be quieter about it. jeongin is sleeping in here.” 

you clicked off a sleepy salute, following the hall down exactly where you had known his room to be, but you had never entered it before. it didn’t surprise you, but it was just as messy as the rest of the place was, and you had to tip-toe around god-knows what to find your way.

after tripping on something soft and sort of damp, (which you prayed was a shower-towel) you made your way to jisung and his face illuminated by the blue-glow of his phone screen where he had immediately jumped in bed after navigating through the room much more skillfully than you had.  

“you have an issue if i sleep in my underwear?” you asked, realizing. 

jisung paused, wide eyed, but quickly fell back into his casual and cocky smirk. “i mean, that’s basically what i’m doing so...”  

“scooch over. i hope you’re not a blanket hogger or anything.” 

the bed was already pleasantly warm from jisung having occupied it. it would have felt amazing if you had been as tired as you had been moments ago, but now your entire body felt horribly wide-awake. 

“--and if you start to snore, i’m leaving you for the couch, got it?” 

jisung let out an airy laugh, shifting and creaking the bed a bit under him, “i don’t snore...for your information.” 

with the blankets pulled up to your nose, you turned to lay on your back, eyes finally adjusting to the darkness of the room. above you, the faint green glow of glow-in-the-dark stars sprinkled across the ceiling, making up constellations: from what you could make out, the big dipper was above jisung’s bed, and the little one was above jeongin’s, who peacefully slept with tiny breaths. 

jisung rolled to the side, accidently brushing his bare leg against yours. 

“night, y/n. sorry the chocolates didn’t work out. would’ve been kind of hilarious if they did.” 

“psh.” you rolled over too, closing your eyes, “you saying you would’ve taken up the opportunity to get in my pants?” 

“guess we’ll never know.” he sighed. 

~💋~

birds chirped, signaling the coming sunrise what was nearly breaking upon the horizon, and filled with deep blue sky with a type of orange-glow. the room was dim and stuffy, and noticeably much hotter than you remembered it being before. over the course of the night, you had tangled your legs with the sheets, finding them trapping you between them, and you shuffled to escape them and feel the air hit your skin. they shifted, letting you feeling the sticky mess between your legs. 

“what the--” the aching and heated desire made itself painfully obvious, soaking directly through your underwear, making a wet mess of them where you throbbed with an utterly unexplainable arousal that reverberated in your core. 

the friction from your legs only heightened the sensation, and you found yourself unwillingly rutting down into the mattress just to feel an ounce of relief. 

fuck, the chocolates, you recalled. while you had expected to feel something from them, this was twenty times more intense than anything you could have planned for. 

you were like an animal in heat, vulnerable, weak, dazed. your body set ablaze, and it only made sense to strip of any and all clothing that held you back. in your own desperation, you had completely forgotten about the man resting next to you. 

“y/n? what's--what are you doing?” jisung groggily croaked in a tone several octaves lower than you were accustomed to. your brain could only calculate it is as downright, unbelievably sexy. 

“jisung, i’m fucking burning up, an-and, i think i’m finally feeling something....are you?” 

he hadn’t noticed it at first until he did, but from where he could see where the blanket dipped all the way down to your waist, you were completely bare. with fluttering eyes, he gulped down dry. you noticed the way that he took you all in, looking at every inch of you. you reveled in how he greedily and shamelessly didn’t stop. 

under the covers, his own legs twisted. 

“me too.” he answered gravely, speaking with a low whisper.  

carefully, his tentative touch advanced under the covers, slowly reaching to your bare hip, where he settled a testing caress, squeezing harder, then cascaded down the small of your back to make you shiver. your own hand did the same, instead finding his leg and creeping your hand up and under his shirt. little space existed between the two of you, and only the panting of your heavy inhales and exhales could be heard. 

your eyes glued to his, beautifully brown and dilating, trembling a little while holding yours. from his light touches, it took every bit of your will to control yourself from launching over him. jisung’s hand fell lower, and toyed with the elastic band of your underwear which had started to feel painfully confining. each of your own fingers traveled up his torso, brushing over his chest which made his whole body shake. 

“sh-shit, i’m so fucking--” jisung started, dropping off his words to let out a wavering sigh. you didn’t need to guess any further. 

jisung slid two fingers under your elastic band, and it became too much to handle. 

“please, touch me jisung.” you whined out pitifully, clawing directly into the soft muscles of his back. 

you were shocked how quickly he had given into you, immediately crashing his lips against yours first, then using both arms to pull you into his chest so close it stole all of your breath away. you kissed him back roughly, ravenous to feel the sensation of his mouth against your own. he growled out a small groan directly into your lips, sloppily working every single corner and edge of your mouth with a devilish smile curling his own. 

lower, both of your hips met flush, grinding and twisting to create the kind of pressure that the both of you craved. limbs twisted, sweating and heated skin mingled, and you could feel every bit of his hardened cock right against your own arousal and how his shaft throbbed helplessly. 

“you taste so good.” he murmured between haphazard kisses, letting his low tone vibrate against you. 

“take these off.” you ordered, tugging at his boxers, nearly taking them off yourself. 

“take yours off.” he echoed, and you did. 

curious hands plunged deeper, delighting fingers in the slick of the other’s cum. 

“fuck.” jisung dragged the explicative over your lip where he lapped lazily into you. “don’t stop.” 

you gave him a moment’s pause, stopping to wet your palm with saliva, then met it with his cock. you worked his length with the sharp and twisting turn of your wrist, causing him to whimper out shamelessly. 

“shhh.” you hissed, pulling his lip with our teeth, “don’t want to wake up your roommate do we?” 

he nodded, biting each and every tantalizing little sound into his lip instead. your own breaths grew shallow feeling the pressure from his hand between your legs and how he had grabbed into your thigh to swing it over his hip for better access. 

“wouldn’t you like me to fuck you out, baby? fuck you like the good little cock whore that you are for me? i’ve seen the way that you look...you’ve wanted this...haven’t you?” jisung’s words were slick and luxurious despite their bite.  

to suppress the begging moan in your throat, you cupped your hand over your mouth, and pressed hard into it. 

the blanket tented from your pulling at his cock and how you rubbed over his slit: it was an ethereal sight even in the blurriness of the room. 

slowly, you leaned over to his ear, waist rocking back and forth over the sensation of his hand rubbing into you relentlessly. “don’t lie baby, you want my ass bouncing on your cock...don’t you?” 

in one movement, he swept his full body weight over yours and harshly pulled your legs back to open your entrance just for him to tease with his tip. he guided himself in slowly and meticulously, bottoming out once you had sunk your fingers into his shoulders to manage some of the screams you would have let out otherwise. 

“fuck yes, baby.” jisung growled, finding an animalistic pace that burned your whole body with white flames of pleasure. 

you grew impatient wondering furiously what his cute little pouty cheeks would look like when you fucked him from above, riding his dick. you wouldn’t wait any further, taking your grasp on his shoulders to then flip him, settling your hips over his dick which you pounced on to the tune of one of his moans slipping past, loud and guttural. 

“shut. the fuck. up.” you scolded him, throwing your hand over his pretty mouth. he whimpered out once again, eyes rolling feeling the tip of his dick reach as deeply inside of you as you would let it.  “cum inside me sungie, i won’t stop until I have every last drop.” 

jisung nodded, chest flaring as his breaths quickened. 

“cum for me baby, and i’ll cum for you...got it?” your breathy whispers scratched your throat, but you needed him to hear. 

you held his eyes which glistened with two pretty little tears that fell  as he came hard, shaking with his whole body and letting each of his gleeful moans come spiraling into your hand. 

your own heat came surging, right at your core, growing....growing...

a lamplight flashed on. 

“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING? WHAT THE--WHAT THE--” 

jeongin threw his sheets over his eyes, while shuddering. “I WAS FUCKING SLEEPING!!” 

his shrill scream sent you jumping out of your lust, and you scrambled off jisung’s throbbing and pink cock, and forgetting the force of gravity, which sent his cum dripping out from inside of you. in your panic, you grabbed at anything to cover up your body and his, only to get so tangled that you lost your balance on the edge of the bed and.....

~💋~

THUMP 

your body hit the wooden floor of jisung and jeongin’s room, right on your butt where you knew that it would be hurting for weeks. 

as disoriented as you were, it took you a good few minutes to realize what had actually just happened. 

“y/n?” jisung called with his groggy half-awake, half-asleep tone. “did you just fall out of the bed?” 

on the opposite side of the room, you whipped your head over to see jeongin still peacefully sleeping with his back turned to jisung’s bed.

“fuck--um, yeah. i did. shit...” 

jisung chuckled in the dark room just barely peeking with the first bits of the sunrise in streaming into the room. 

“i don’t know how you did that considering i gave you plenty of space. get back up here.” 

still dazed and brain overheating, you could have sworn you felt the little aftershocks of the orgasm that felt so real still coursing through your body. 

you felt it too: the way that your underwear had slicked. some part of it all must’ve been real. 

“jisung--” you started, not even sure if you wanted to tell him in the first place. “are you certain that you didn’t feel anything?” 

jisung turned to face you and shook his head, “no, you?” 

you hesitated, holding his eyes to see that he must have been telling the truth. 

“i just...i just had this insane dream...” 

“dream? about what?” 

“it’s hard to explain...” you trailed. 

“you look kind of shaken up, are you sure that you’re okay?” jisung extended a careful hand, and smoothed down the side of your face in the way that had felt frighteningly real only seconds ago. his hand lingered, falling down your neck and giving you goosebumps. your eyes fell to his lips, and you wondered if they would taste like you had imagined them to be. 

you leaned in closer, closing the gap. 

“it went something like this.” 

~🌹~

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