#unreality project (au series)

[unreality-project]

i’m prettY sure that the person won’t let you catch them that easy

"Yes, I know! But at least I'll try to catch them red-handed!"

"It's my job as a police officer, after all. I have to serve justice no matter what."

"Don't mind him. He always has been obsessed with justice and probably murdering criminals."

[candlewaxandp0lar0ids]

jealousy, jealousy || I.N. x Reader

Summary: Watching the guy you have a huge crush on be a pretend couple with one of the prettiest girls you know for a photoshoot isn't the perfect way of spending your morning, that's for sure.

Who knows though, things might start looking up sooner than you'd expect.

Word count: 3.9k

Genres: college AU, fluff with a little angst, idiots to lovers (but only one of them is an idiot and it's not IN)

Warnings & Tags: reader has anxiety, reader is insecure, someone is verbally unpleasant towards the reader, kissing, Tzuyu from Twice is in this

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A/N: So this is part one of my lil project for Stray Kids' anniversary! I've got three one-shots written so far, so I'm confident I'll be able to post the maknae line in the next few days, and then take a couple of days to finish the hyung line or post them as I write them, I'll see. I hope you'll like it!

For this one-shot, please do suspend your disbelief for the way the school work is described in this lol, think of it as an artistic rendition or as something out of one of those shojos that go wayyyy overboard.

The shoot is supposed to start at 10, which means you’re there at 8, and the second you walk through the door you’re already plagued with thoughts that you should have shown up half an hour ago. Even as you’re the only one from your team there, you feel the familiar lump forming in your throat. Your mind goes over everything that needs to be done, everything that can go wrong, everything that is likely to go wrong, and everything you’ll end up taking the blame for.

You force yourself to take a deep breath. You focus on the end of the shoot — supposed to be at noon, but likely to actually be at 2, and it should be around 3 by the time you finish cleaning up —, on how you’ll be able to get back to the quiet of your home afterwards, and on how the atmosphere here isn’t too bad, this early in the morning. You’re not the only one here, you’ve already met the tired eyes of a few of the other students who you suspect didn’t go home last night, but there is something light in the air. You saw the sun rising on the way over and the light is still gently pouring in through the windows.

What a shame this won’t last.

When the others start rolling in, you’ve set up your little corner, just the way you like it. Your lights, your mirrors, your brushes and products, right where they should be so that they’ll fall right under your fingers when you need them. It helps you breathe a little better, but the lump doesn’t go away. It’s alright; you’re used to it by now.

Nari’s the first one to walk in, which isn’t surprising considering she’s the one directing the shoot, and it’s her clothes that the ‘models’ are going to be wearing. That is to say, the students she’s recruited to model for her, just like she recruited you into doing the make-up for her. The two of you aren’t close, not even friends, but you’re good at your job and a bit of a pushover, which makes you the ideal target for that kind of things.

She waves at you with a tense smile, but you know it’s not meant for you, she’s just stressed out. She always is. Unlike you, though, she has a tendency of taking it out on others, and that explains at least half of the tension in your shoulders today.

You need to learn how to say no to people.

Tzuyu, from the dance program, enters next, looking unreal as always. You’ve worked with her a few times before, too. She’s a sweetheart and you know she’ll make your job easier.

The same can’t be said about the next person to make his way through the door, whose apparition you’ve been waiting for since you got here, embarrassingly glancing at the door every few minutes.

Yang Jeongin walks in like he owns the place.

To be fair, he kind of does. Also enrolled in the fashion course, he’s pretty much the go-to when it comes to getting male models. Hwang Hyunjin, from the dance programme, is the second one, mostly because he’s harder to get a hold of — and because, you’ve heard, his girlfriend is pretty scary.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he walks over to your spot. His coat is thrown casually over his shoulder, his walk confident, and stylish glasses that you know he doesn't need rest on the tip of his nose. He died his hair back to black recently, but you can see it’s still damaged from the light pink that was his previous color.

“We meet again,” Tzuyu chimes from her seat, grinning from ear to ear, and Jeongin smiles in response, his expression changing entirely the second he does.

“It’s great to see you, Jeongin,” Nari purrs as she approaches, before she sets her eyes on you. “Are you done with Tzuyu? We really need to get started here.”

You know you shouldn’t let her speak to you like that, you have no reason to, but all you can think about in the moment is to pacify her to ensure that she’ll leave you alone.

“I still need a few minutes with her,” you say, and Nari huffs in annoyance, before her attention is captured by a guy setting up the lights and she power walks over to him.

“Do you want me to tell her something?”

You shoot a surprised look at Jeongin, who’s staring at you with a frown on your face, and you immediately look away. You hope it looks like you’re just focusing back on Tzuyu, and not like your heart jumped up to your throat when you met his eyes.

“It’s fine,” you say, “I know how she gets on shoots. “Just sit down and I’ll be with you in a second.”

He nods slowly, eyes still on you as you busy yourself around Tzuyu, but the tension remains in his jaw, which you don’t miss. It gives you a pang in the chest — shit, you don’t like when people are displeased with you.

It also makes his jaw look really good.

Tzuyu leaves to go appease Nari as soon as you’re done with her, and you’re relieved when she’s dragged away to go put on her clothes.

That doesn’t last, though, because next thing you know you’re a few inches away from Jeongin’s perfect face, and he’s staring straight at you.

You swallow. Then you grab one of your brushes, and you get to work.

“No late night snacks this time?” you ask, half-teasing because the last time you’d worked with him, his face had been somewhat puffy from it.

A smile breaks on his face, and immediately there are flowers blooming in your chest. He can look so serious and unapproachable one second, but as soon as his lips curl and his eyes crease, he’s a whole other person.

“I didn’t want to make your work harder,” he replies. You feel yourself freezing, and then you turn away to grab another product, praying that you didn’t just stare dumbly at him for too long.

“You got started on your take on the modernized hanbok already?”

He hums in reply.

“I have one sketch. You?”

“I’m counting on the rush of adrenaline I’ll get the week before to finish it,” you admit.

You’re too focused to see the curiosity in his eyes when you say that. You do, however, notice him tilting his head, and you immediately correct him, fingers sliding along his jaw to pull him back in his correct place. As you do, you feel him swallowing, and you’re quick to remove your hand.

If you’d been looking, you’d have noticed his ears turning red.

“You were the first one here, though,” he says after a few seconds of silence.

“Oh, yeah, that’s because I don’t want to let people down. I’m the only one who’ll get in trouble if I procrastinate too long.”

And even then, you won’t, you’ll just spend a horrible week telling yourself you’ll never do that again.

You inevitably will.

God, you’re so tired of living with yourself, sometimes.

“You should tell me if you need a last second model,” Jeongin mumbles. He’s careful not to move his lips, but you’ve perfected the art to understand that language over the years. The comment makes you laugh.

“You're always completely booked for shoots on the last week,” you grin. You yourself still give a few hours of your time here and there, though you don’t stick around very long. You know that Nari plans her shoots ahead partly for that reason. It’s kind of flattering, if you think about it.

Someone with her drive and her talent gets to have a shitty personality, you suppose.

“I’ll get Hyunjin to replace me.”

There goes your heart again. It’s not fair. It’s not fair that the only time you spend with him goes like that, because you’re too cowardly to approach him during class, and it’s not fair that invariably—

“Are you done soon?” Nari shouts from behind the screen she’s put up to make a corner into a changing room.

“Just a few minutes more!” you reply before focusing back on Jeongin. “I’ll think about it,” you tell him, though you know yourself well enough to be able to tell that you’re extremely unlikely to go through with it. Just the drafting of the text would take you hours, and actually sending it? The idea is laughable.

You really wish you were normal with that stuff.

“Don’t move, I’m almost done,” you say, and he goes still, and your heart’s hammering in your chest, but at least he’s no longer saying things you’re at risk of misconstruing.

As he closes his eyes to let you put on the finishing touches, though, you know you’re in for a long day.

“Jeongin, can you put your hand a little lower? Tzuyu, smile with your eyes please? Now tilt your head more to the right? More? Jeongin, look at the camera but like, from the side, from— Okay, two seconds for touch ups, and then we’ll need to get things done a little faster everyone, alright?”

Nari’s forcing herself to smile so much that you think she might cramp. You rush past her to get to Tzuyu and Jeongin, carefully touching up their make up where you need and adjusting a little for the light. You also pat Jeongin’s forehead to catch beads of sweat that formed under the artificial light, and he gives you a grateful nod as you do your best not to think about things you shouldn’t be thinking about.

“We’ll be done soon,” Tzuyu says cheerfully, but even she seems to be forcing her smile at this point. You don’t blame her for it. You do, however, think she’s not being very realistic about how much work they have left.

It’s 11.30 and they’re nowhere near done. The start of the shoot ran late because of Nari’s adjustments to the clothing. After that, there was a heated conversation between her and the photograph over the subject of filters, leading to the guy throwing his hands in the air and quitting on the spot, meaning she’s the only one there. You can tell she’s fuming, and though you have sympathy for that, you’re also pretty terrified of becoming the subject of her ire.

“You’re not messing him up, right?” she asks, glaring at you, and you jump away from Jeongin.

“Sorry,” you say automatically, even though you haven’t done anything wrong. “I’m all done.”

She looks at him critically, trying to find flaws in your work.

“He has a spot on the chin,” she says finally, “seriously, if you don’t get your shit together we’ll never—”

“You don’t speak to her like that,” Jeongin interrupts her, and his voice sounds sharp and cutting.

The air freezes in the room. You risk a glance in his direction. He’s staring straight at Nari, lips curved ever so slightly downwards in distaste.

He also does have a little spot on the chin.

Shit.

Nari’s staring at him, too. She’s paled, and her lower lip is shaking.

“Sorry,” she finally says, voice trembling. “Sorry, I’m j-just— We don’t have that long and— Sorry.”

She looks small and vulnerable, and your heart melts on the spot. You can’t help it.

“It’s okay,” you say, “just give me a second to fix it.”

Jeongin exhales slowly next to you, but you suspect it’s in annoyance, not in relief. Still, he leans towards you to give you better access to his face.

“You don’t have to placate her,” he mumbles, lips barely moving.

“I know,” you reply. “It’s just easier that way.”

He frowns, but doesn’t add anything. For a second, you almost tell him that you wish you could stand up for yourself, that the truth is your ‘freeze’ response strikes you every single time and you can’t figure out what to say, that if you could, you’d—

“All good?” Nari asks.

You give her a nod and, this time, she doesn’t say anything about Jeongin — or about Tzuyu, for that matter. So you walk back to your spot, and you watch as the shoot continues.

You don’t really like watching these. That’s generally true. You have friends who do, who think that ‘this is where the magic happens’, but you know all the magician’s tricks, and that leaves no actual magic for you. Still, you’re needed here. You suppose you could have quit on the spot after Nari’s outburst, but it’s— you can’t actually do that. So you’ll stick it out until the end, even if you’re not enjoying yourself.

And that is particularly true as Nari directs Jeongin to pull Tzuyu closer to him. As he does, neither of them questioning it because they’re used to it by now, you find yourself sucking in a discreet breath between your teeth. Jeongin’s hand seems large over Tzuyu’s shoulder, long, pale fingers gently brushing against the skin and for a second, you think about the electric feeling that would run through you if he ever—

Just thinking about it makes heat shoot through your entire body, and you swallow. At least no one’s looking at you.

Another direction from Nari, and Tzuyu puts her hand over Jeongin’s chest, shooting a bold grin at the camera.

You bite the inside of your cheek.

Direction. They step away from each other, but Jeongin reaches out for her, and she delicately places her fingers into his open end, both of them longingly staring at their hands.

Your fingers dig into your arms.

Direction. Keeping Tzuyu’s hand in his, Jeongin brings it to his lips and they gaze into each other’s eyes. They look perfect together. They’re both stunning, and you know there’ve been whispers about them on campus already, in no small part because they’re often reunited for these shoots.

But God does it burn in your chest to look at them right now.

“We’re done!” Nari shouts at 1.50 pm. Behind her, the group that’s supposed to get the room at 2 is huffing and puffing, but you don’t think a fucking panzer could have gotten her to clear the space until she was happy with her work.

You should be relieved. You’re not. You won’t be until you’ve locked the door to your room behind you.

“Wanna get a drink to celebrate?” Tzuyu asks Jeongin. Her smile’s back to its usual brightness, now that the tension’s mostly gone.

You start picking up your stuff, but, embarrassingly, you’re very much focused on hearing his answer to that. You wish you wouldn’t be doing that, because that’s not any of your business, yet you can’t seem to help yourself right now.

You probably would have caught it if Nari didn’t stop by your side just then.

“Hey,” she says, “I am really sorry about earlier. I shouldn’t have said that.”

The thing is, you’re pretty sure she meant it then, but now there’s a lightness to her voice that you find… annoying. It seems to you that she’s already moved on and expects you to do the same. Normally you would, but after having spent the last two hours watching the guy you have this stupid, hopeless crush on all over one of the prettiest girls you’ve ever seen, something in you just— snaps.

“I think you’ll have to find someone else next time,” you tell her with a polite smile. Her face falls, and you immediately feel guilty. You shouldn’t. Probably. Should you? Are you being mean? Are you doing something wrong? Does that make you a bad person?

“I— Okay,” she says, and this time her voice’s much softer. She looks down at her feet. “I get it. I know I’m not easy to— Yeah. I’m sorry.”

You thought standing up to her would feel good, that you’d feel Schadenfreude over this moment. This is the furthest thing from that. Actually, you only manage to bite back your own ‘I’m sorry’ at the last second.

“I just— this environment stresses me out,” you still say, speaking too fast. “It’s not really good or fun for me and—”

“Sure. Don’t worry about it.” A deep breath, and then Nari nods at you politely. “Well, I’ll get to cleaning up my stuff.”

And just as you’re replying “Same,” she’s spun around on her heels and started putting the clothes away.

You don’t know where that leaves the two of you, but that reaction makes the moment just a little easier on you.

You wonder, vaguely, if she did that on purpose. You don't linger on the thought though, and you go back to your own program, walking towards your little make-up station to start putting stuff away, getting everything back to its place in your bags. It’s something you slow at, just like you’re slow at setting them up, but it also helps you getting back to your normal self. With every object coming back to where they belong, you can breathe a little easier.

You still notice almost immediately the presence behind you, and you’re not particularly surprised to find Jeongin there. You give him a smile, and gesture at the chair.

“If you give me a second, I can get some of that off your face,” you say as you gesture to him. Camera make-up would look quite strange outside, and he’s been to enough of these things to know that at least as well as you do.

“I heard you told Nari off.”

“Oh. Yeah. I guess you, uh, were right.”

That’s not all that happened there, but that will have to do.

When you glance at him, though, he doesn’t look happy about it, a frown barring his expression, and your fragile confidence immediately falters.

“Do you think that was a bad idea…?”

His eyes widen and he's quick to shake his head.

“No, not at all, you did good!” You can’t help but smile at the words. He’s younger than you, but somehow keeps behaving like he’s not. “I just like working with you.” He gives you a sheepish smile, lips pressed together.

“Sit down,” you say like your heart didn't skip a beat, “the least I can do is not let you go out like that.”

So he does, and even though you still have stuff out that you should be taking care of, you lean close to him and get to work once more.

There’ll be other shoots, of course, Nari isn’t the only one who requires your services. In fact, you’re surprised that he’d have thought of that at all. You know that it didn’t cross your mind, probably because you think these moments mostly as fueling your delusions.

The idea that Jeongin could actually enjoy spending time with you hadn’t even occurred to you.

Huh. That might say a thing or two about your self-confidence.

“So, you’re going out with Tzuyu after this?” you ask before your thoughts start running wild.

His eyes open.

“We’re going to get drinks, yeah,” he says, a cautious edge to his voice. “You should come with us, actually.”

“Oh,” you laugh, “I don’t know if she’d be very happy if I did that. Wouldn’t want to third wheel, you know.”

You hope you do a good job of keeping any bitterness out of your voice. You certainly try your best to appear nonchalant, like you’re merely doing small talk while you’re removing his make-up, even if you avoid meeting his eyes, knowing that it would

That might be why it takes you by surprise when Jeongin’s fingers wrap around your wrist, interrupting you. When you look at him, you find him staring at you with a surprisingly serious expression.

“You wouldn’t third wheel,” he says, which you certainly don’t think warrants all of that.

“It’s fine,” you reply, attempting to joke about it even as the breath is knocked out of your lungs, because you will not be caught dead misreading the situation for something it’s not, “if anything getting a date with Tzuyu is—”

Then, several things happen at once. The hand around your wrist pulls you forward and you stumble, just as his other hand shoots up to cup your face.

And then he’s kissing you.

His mouth is warm, his lips soft, his fingers carding through your hair, and suddenly you’ve lost your balance and you’re half sitting in his lap and any attempt at forming a coherent thought is swallowed by what is happening.

A very, very distant part of your brain is thankful for Nari’s screen, which has been moved to the make-up station to make place for the group that comes after you, but that is only a fleeting thought, because still, Jeongin’s kissing you. His hands are gentle, holding you like you’re a porcelain doll, but his lips are fierce, and you feel, briefly, his teeth grazing against your lower lip. His right hand travels from your wrist to your waist, and you’re pulled even closer to him, and now you’re pressed against his chest and all you can think about is how you want more of this.

When he moves away from you, you’re panting, breath short, and you can only stare at him with wide eyes.

“You wouldn’t be the one third-wheeling,” he says.

“What,” you say in response, ever the eloquent one.

He sighs, runs a hand through his hair while the other one remains on your hips, not quite squeezing, but not letting go of you either.

“I— thought I’d made it pretty obvious I was interested in you,” he mumbles.

Oh. Uh, yeah, about that…

“I, uh, I assumed it was just wishful thinking,” you admit under your breath. “I mean, we don’t really, uh, talk outside of these shoots.”

He sighs and puts his forehead against yours. Your noses brush, and you’re acutely aware of the fact that you would just have to move a little to kiss him again.

“I— always looked forward to seeing you,” he admits quietly, almost shyly, something you’d never thought you would see, “but you always looked like you wanted to run away when I came up to you in class, so I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“You don’t make me uncomfortable, just— just shy, I think.”

It makes him grin, and you realize that seeing that specific look on his face makes you want to kiss him even more. If you were bolder, you would, especially right now, but you don’t think you can dare to just yet.

It’s fine, though, because he’s the one who kisses you, briefly, tenderly, and then he looks at you like you’re one of the world’s seven wonders.

“Want to go make Tzuyu feel like a third wheel?” he asks, rising an eyebrow.

You laugh, and you can’t know it, but his chest swells with pride when you do.

“And then I can take you on a proper date,” he offers. “If you’d like.”

‘If you’d like,’ he says, and you suspect that he knows exactly how much you’d like that, but you humor him because how could you not.

“I’d love that.”

this was my first time writing for IN and this made me realize that he's probably the member whose personality I'm least sure how to write, so I hope you enjoyed it still and I'll see you tomorrow for Seungmin's part! Any feedback, comment, reblogs or asks are extremely welcome, I may not be able to get to it right away because I'm working on the rest but I they're much appreciated ❤️

[allandoflimbo]

I  C  E    P R I N C E S S  12

Pairings: Popular Girl!Reader x Outkast!Bucky

Explicit Content - Smut - NO MINORS

Summary:

Bucky Barnes is the quiet boy who gets picked on.

The Reader and her friends run with the popular crowd at Stark High.

As the Winter Ball approaches, she is partnered with Bucky Barnes for a class project. They grow close in an inadvertently secret friendship, which later turns into love.

Only catch is…she’s Steve Roger’s ex girlfriend, and before she was partnered up with Bucky, her friends had planned to use and turn Bucky into Stark High’s new it boy to try and get back at Steve; a disgusting bet.

Another catch: She’s a figure skater at the town’s arena every Tuesday and Thursday nights. Bucky works part time at the rink resurfacing the ice. The other doesn’t know.

Modern AU High School fic - later goes into adulthood.

M A S T E R P A G E - FULL SERIES

Warnings: This story will have a lot of angst, a lot of fluff, a lot of cursing, and a lot of sex. Oral, praise kink, body worship, overstimulation, etc. you know me. There will also be loss of virginity in this.

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P R E V I O U S   C H A P T E R

You hear the birds before you open your eyes. Memories from last night wash over you the second you shift your arms. You feel the warm body laying next to yours.

This felt unreal.

Your eyes open slightly and you can see Bucky's back and the back of his head. A head of cute boyish dark brown hair.

You looked down, impressed that he managed to still keep his arm around you.

You didn't want to wake him up, but at the same time you both didn't want to call too much attention to yourselves in the house.

It's then that you remember that that means the girls know you didn't sleep in your room and the guys know he didn't sleep in his.

You sigh, deciding to think about that later and think about the now instead.

You felt a smile on your lips as you bury yourself more within the blankets. You moved up until your hands were against his back.

You fall back asleep for a little bit longer.

You don't know how long you're out for before you're awaken by the bed shifting up and down. You groan slightly as you stretch out your legs and toes.

Your eyes flicker open.

Bucky's sitting up on his side of the bed, but he was facing away from you.

He must've heard your little groan because he turns his head to look at you.

The second your eyes meet, a million butterflies escape into your tummy.

You can feel your cheeks burn.

He smiles at you.

He reaches over to place the phone he had been just using on the night stand.

"Hey," he says quietly. He stretches over to you and brushes one of your hair strands away from your shoulder, "sleep okay?"

You nod. You feel the tingles on your skin where he just touched you.

"Yeah. You?"

He lets out a small chuckle.

"Yeah." He says softly.

You keep eye contact as you make a grab for his hand that is still on your arm, and you take his hand, bring it to your lips, and kiss his knuckles there.

He keeps eyes contact with you the whole time.

Was this what high school sweethearts really were?

Was this both of you now?

You're convinced it has to be because you've never felt like this with anyone ever. Not even Steve.

He wasn't even close.

You felt like you were in a damn Taylor Swift song right now.

"So you like me." He says sweetly, pulling you away from your thoughts.

Both your eyes soften. He runs his thumb over your cheek.

"I do." You say.

"About last night—" he starts.

"It was perfect. Unexpected, but I'm glad it happened." You whisper.

"I'm glad it happened, too," he pulls his hand away from you and he fixes himself until he's laying on his side facing you. It's then that you notice he already has his boxers back on, "how are you feeling?" He asks.

"A little sore, but not bad."

"Good."

You move in closer to him until your hands are on his chest. He welcomes you, throwing his arm around your waist.

"I don't want to leave here yet. Can it just be us for a little bit?" You ask.

"I'd love to stay with you here," he takes in a deep breath, "but it is almost eleven AM. We're going to have to go down eventually."

"It's eleven?"

He hums a confirmation.

You lay for a few more minutes in comfortable silence.

"I'm going to need to run to the store. We can go just us together. Would give us some time alone." You say.

"Awww I'm honored. You only want to spend time with me." Bucky says, a playful tone in his voice.

"It's not that I don't want to spend time with my friends, it's just, we —we're something. I want to be with you. Not just in general, but today."

You feel a finger under your chin and you tilt it up to where it guides you.

He runs his lips over yours. It's languid and dances with your own sensually.

He pulls away.

"You're something else," he runs his hand over your face, "beautiful, gorgeous, sweet, smart." his eyes dart down to your lip.

His words are precious.

You lean up and kiss him again, this time letting your tongue run over his. You feel his hand drag down your neck, your arm, and eventually to your hip. He deepens your kiss, pulling your body closer to his. He pulls your bottom lip in between his and nibbles on you playfully. When he's done he opens up to you again, your tongues clashing together in a bruising kiss.

You pull back way too soon, he sighs, and you place soft kisses over his upper chest.

"When we get back home remind me to make your parents some of my famous jalapeño poppers."

Bucky laughs out loud.

"Jalapeño poppers?" He continues to laugh, turning onto his back until he's staring at the ceiling. You watch this beautiful boy fill with happiness, a hand running through his messy post-sex hair, "you're so silly, squirmy."

You snicker.

"Squirmy?"

"Oh, yeah. Definitely." You put a hand to his chest, Mmm, hmm," he faces you again and leans in closer to you bringing his hand to your lower back and over the side of your thigh. It blew your mind how comfortable you both fell into this. It was so easy, so effortlessly beautiful. He leans his face closer to yours and bumps his nose against yours, "Kicky, too." He whispers.

You chuckle.

"Kicky?" You ask, playfully offended.

He nudged your nose with his again, also chuckling.

"Oh, yea." his eyes go down to your lips and his hand continues to venture it's way down your leg and behind your knee.

"Bucky..."

He gives you a look you recognize and you feel a sudden tension in the air.

"I'm really glad you're here." He says suddenly serious, "Not just right here right now, but in general," it's then that you feel him drag his fingers over the scar that no one else had ever seen but you, right on your upper inner thigh. You suddenly understand the meaning of his words and it has heavy tears brewing in your throat. He's glad you survived your accident and that you were both able to experience this, "Does it hurt?" He asks you sweetly.

"Sometimes." Your response is barely a whisper.

You both close your eyes as he brings your leg around his hip. He closes the distance between the both of you, kissing you the deepest you've ever been kissed.

You sigh against his lips, running your hand up the side of his face and to the back of his neck.

When he eventually pulls away from you, you feel cold. Like ice.

You needed him to keep warm.

"We should go down." You say.

—-

The second you both step into the kitchen, the talking quiets down. Everyone tries to keep attention to what they were previously doing, but the obvious glances and smiles are noticeable.

You feel yourself blushing as you make your way to the fridge for some orange juice.

You sneak behind Sam and he mumbles a quick sorry when he realizes he's in your way.

Bucky sits next to Sharon on the stool at the island. He picks at the grapes, grabbing a few and popping them in his mouth.

"I was worried when we didn't see you guys last night. It started to rain bad." Steve says from the couch.

"Yeah it got pretty bad." You say, still not making eye contact with anyone, pouring your juice in your glass.

Did they hear you guys?

You had both tried so hard to be quiet.

Bucky moves slightly in his seat and his eyes inadvertently meet Matt's across the room. He's sitting there next to Steve, a heavy and dark look in his eyes.

He looked pissed.

Bucky was getting tired of this guy and whatever problem he had with him.

Bucky looks away, resisting the urge to eye roll.

"We're running out in a bit. Gonna go grab some more drinks and shit, you down to come with us, Buck?" Sam asks as he leans back against the counter.

Bucky's eyes flicker to you and to Sam.

"Sure. When are you guys going?" He asks.

"In a few minutes. We can wait for you."

You clear your throat.

"Actually, me and Bucky were going to stop somewhere together first, if that's alright with you Bucky? I'll promise to have him back not too late for you guys to go then to the store." You say confidently.

Bucky smiles. He was genuinely curious for what you had in mind.

It's then that his eyes travel down your neck and he feels a heavy blush on his face.

"Okay, cool." Sam says.

You take a few sips of your OJ and turn for some toast. That's cut too soon, though, when you hear Carol call you.

"Come over here, we gotta show you something." Carol calls from the couch where she's shifting next to Matt and across from Steve. Once you sit down on her other side she leans forward to whisper in your ear, "did you see your neck?"

You're confused by her question.

"My neck?" You pull away to examine yourself, your eyes darting briefly to Steve who has an interesting look on his face. Carol giggles and brings you in again by your arm, "you have hickeys everywhere, girl."

——

You and Bucky both jump into your Jeep, but Bucky jumps into the drivers side and you in the passenger seat.

He starts your car and kicks on the heat to low.

It felt so intimate being with him like this, even though last night was the epitome of intimacy.

You text something to your mom as you pull out your phone, letting her know the trip is going well.

When you're done you place it on your lap and look out the window into the trees and cabin and then to Bucky.

He looked adorable as he kept pressing all kinds of buttons on your dashboard to regulate the air.

His jaw was sharp and his long lashes contrasted beautifully with his Ocean blues.

"So where are we going?" He asks.

"The pharmacy." You say, "for an AP student trying to get into goddamn Yale you're not very connecty-of-the-dotsy." You say playfully.

He gives you a funny look and chuckles.

"Offensive but cute," he puts on his seatbelt and puts the car in rear to back out of the parking space. The puts his right hand on the back of your seat and looks behind him as he does so, his left palm turning the wheel as he goes, "what are you talking about?"

"I need plan b, I'm not on birth control." you explain.

He finishes backing up and puts the car into drive.

He looks over at you for a second.

"Shit, right. Okay."

"And...we need to get condoms. I'm not going on birth control right now cuz of stuff I have going on in my eighteen year old body that pisses me off, so we're going to have to stick to the classic way for now."

The edges of Bucky's lips perk up.

"So, you're saying it'll happen again?" He asks.

You're a bit surprised at his question even though you know he means no harm and it's partially being teasing.

You reach for his right hand and hold it in yours.

He rubs your knuckles with his thumb.

"I'm your girl now. You're my boy. I think it's safe to say it'll happen again." You say.

He brings your hand to his lips and he leaves a kiss there.

He doesn't let go of your hand the entire car ride.

——

You both run to the car in a fit of giggles and laughter.

You rip the pink box open once you're in your seat.

Bucky hands you a water bottle and you take the pill.

"Head back to the cabin?" He asks as he turns the car back on.

"Actually —"

"I'm not going to anymore creepy churches, squirmy."

You giggle.

"It's not." You show him the way through the roads, "just take that first left onto Hollow Terrace and then you're see a bench on the side of the road, you can turn in there."

He follows your directions.

Hollow Terrace is a long road. Secluded and isolated; completely incased by large maple trees.

"You didn't bring me out here to kill me, did you?" He asks.

"Always." You reply quickly, tossing him a toothy grin, "right here!" You tell him once you see the bench.

He turns the car onto a gravel road. He drives for a few more hundred feet until the trees disappear and you're face to face with a guardrail. Behind that in the distances is a large body of water, a huge lake, and a mountain.

"An overlook?" He asks as he pulls up near the edge of the cliff.

"One of my favorite spots."

"You sure have a lot of favorite little spots around here." He whispers, looking out into the scenery, "it's beautiful."

You lean forward and leave a kiss on his shoulder.

You then lean down next to your feet and you pull out the plastic bag that you had brought from the cabin.

You hand him a foiled square.

"I made us sandwiches."

"I was wondering what that was!"

You smirk at him as you both open your own little squares.

"I come prepared." You say.

"Can I ask something?" He says, halting on his sandwich. You nod, "can we take the top off?" He motions to the top cover of your jeep.

You raise a brow at him and then look at the cover.

"Sure. I mean we'll be freezing on the ride back to the cabin, but yeah. We can take the doors down too. It's a bit heavy though. I'd have to help you. We can put them in the back. I have a cotton tarp so they don't scratch up."

"Let's do it." He doesn't even hesitate to hop out the car.

You both get the doors and cover off in about fifteen minutes.

"So what was your plan?" You ask him, hands on your hips.

He smiles at you and climbs into the front seat. He reaches his hand for you but on the passenger side.

"Come on." You follow his lead and before you can sit he stands up and places his hands on your waist. He picks you up easily and places you on the bar that runs down the middle of the car. He follows and sits next to you, "now we can eat." He says, reaching back for his sand which.

You're halfway down your second sandwich and you and Bucky have discussed everything from your childhood to your families. Bucky was still waiting to hear about his mother's status. You were both waiting on hearing back from the colleges you applied to.

You felt it was too early to still discuss if you should try to get colleges close to each other. It was a lot of pressure and this was only your second day together.

"Do you listen to Taylor Swift?" You ask him suddenly.

He chuckles.

"Uhm. Not a lot but I know some songs, I guess. Like the mainstream ones? I don't really listen to them on repeat, though," he takes a gulp of his water and looks at you, "why? You a fan?"

"I'm not a swiftie but there are songs I really like. I don't know why I brought it up honestly, I guess it's because I feel like what we're doing right now is just so..." you take a deep breath as you look up at the sky for words to explain what you were thinking.

"So...." Bucky mimics you, waiting for an answer.

"It's very, I was enchanted to meet you." Is the only explanation you can think of.

He doesn't say anything to that. You continue to eat until he's eventually finished and he wipes his mouth with a napkin.

"Mom wants to know what I'm up to right now." You say, looking down at your phone.

Bucky leans his right arm down on the car and places a kiss on the left shoulder.

"Tell her the truth."

You turn to him and smile.

"And what's that?"

He looks down at you and pushes your hair behind your ear.

"Your sitting on your car, eating sandwiches, looking at the mountains, and singing Taylor Swift lyrics," his gaze goes to your hair and he rolls the strands between his fingers, "with Bucky."

The words linger in the air until your eyes meet again.

You lean forward and kiss him softly.

"Okay." You say when you pull away.

He wasn't expecting you to actually listen to him, and the fact that you were telling your mother about him sent an excitement through him that he had never really felt before.

You don't know how long you both stay out there, but it's long enough to where Bucky needs to reach back and grab you an extra sweatshirt in your trunk. He helps you pull it on.

"You ready to go?" You ask him.

"Yeah, we should." He says.

You both get into your seats but he doesn't drive off and he doesn't turn the car on.

You wonder if he's feeling the same thing you are and if that's why.

"Bucky." You whisper hoarsely.

He turns to look at you and you don't realize he was holding in a deep breath. The second your eyes meet, he exhales through his nose.

Damnit, you were screwed for the rest of your life.

Without any hesitation you both meet halfway. You've got your hand in his hair and he's got his left hand on your side, pulling you closer to him. Your mouths kiss each other like it's the last time they ever will, even though you both know it's not. He groans against your lips, drinking your taste in. It's the whimper he leaves when his hand travels down your thigh that does it for you.

You don't waste even a second to sit on his lap, helping him push the seat back so you have room against the steering wheel.

"What if someone sees us?" He asks you, panting.

"No one ever comes here. Too many bears." You say before kissing him hard again, your chest flushed with his as you sit up and hover over him.

He's got his hands on your hips. Guiding you tight against him.

Your hands go down to your jeans and you start to unbutton them. He helps you take them off, along with your underwear, and then he's on you again.

He would never get tired of kissing you.

But something nags at him as he looks up at you and as he feels your core dragging against his zipper.

He cups your cheek.

"This isn't just physical to me. You know what right?" He says quietly.

"This isn't physical to me either." You tell him.

"Don't get me wrong. I love your body and I love expressing myself to you that way, but you're so much more than that to me."

"Yeah?"

"I like doing this with you because I think it's the best way to express how much I like you. Your eyes, your energy, your aura, your cute little nose, that sweet voice of yours, your personality, the way you get so passionate about the things you love, your hospitality. This feels good but it's so much more than pleasure."

"I feel the same way about you. And I know we're moving so fast, but it feels so right." You whisper.

He leans up and kisses you again.

You hastily unbutton his jeans and pull down his zipper. Bucky let's out a long moan as you grab him and begin to stroke him.

He shifts his hips until he's in a better angle.

"Yes," he hisses through his teeth, looking down at your hand jerking him off, "mmmm."

Your tongues dance together as you continue to rub his dick.

You were learning so fast.

You quickly pull away to lick your hand and your return it down to him. Bucky moans when you kiss him again, tasting himself on your sweet tongue.

His own right hands goes for your center and he rubs your clit with his pointer finger.

You moan against his mouth.

You were so drunk on him. You were so ready. You were already on the brink.

You let your tongue travel down his neck as you sit yourself up a little more, thankful that you had taken down the door so your right foot could actually straddle him properly.

He reaches into his back pocket and grabs one of the condoms he had put in there. You watch as he slides it on.

You're impatient for his cock inside of you. You grab his shaft as you hover over him and you guide it, sliding down completely onto him.

You gasp.

"Oh, fuck." You whimper.

This was so much better this time.

"Shit," he grunts as you engulf his cock up and down.

You support your left hand on his right shoulder and your right goes to the seat next to his left shoulder, in a half sitting position.

You moan as you bounce over him.

This felt so different than the first time. The first time was great, but the pain had definitely been a distraction. This time there was only pleasure and the fact that you were connected and having sex.

You're having sex.

With Bucky. In a parked car.

This turns you on more than you realize and you throw your head back as the pleasure overwhelms you.

"Fuck. Fuck." You say over and over again. You suddenly wished you had more room to move. You gave him some slow rolls a you brought your pelvis down flushed against his, "God, Bucky." You could feel him deep inside your tummy, hitting you just right.

You were so close.

"That's it, baby girl. That's it." He groans. His hand goes to the back of your neck as he pulls you in for a wet kiss that is only tongue.

You were so filthy together.

"I'm so close." You cry, puckering your lips for added affect.

He runs his thumb over you top lip.

"Yeah? You gonna cum for me?" You whimper and nod, increasing your speed, "I'm gonna cum for you too."

His words cause you to close your eyes and grunt.

"I'm cumming." You cry out in a plea.

You quicken your bounce, your mouth stuck in an open gasp as you ride out your orgasm.

He starts fucking up into you roughly.

He feels amazing. His jeans hitting your thighs feel amazing. His two hands grabbing your ass and driving you down feels amazing.

He cums into you with a heavy groan.

"I'm cumming so hard." He groans out through heavy moans as he continues to move you on him.

His comments triggers another orgasm out of you and you cling onto his neck for dear life.

Two minutes of panting and birds chirping pass by.

You're both sweating and giggling together as you fall onto him, your body feeling like jelly. He kisses your jaw and the side of your neck.

"I really like you. Incase you can't tell." You tell him, placing a kiss on his shoulder.

He laughs out loud.

"I really like you, too." You rub your hands over his chest.

"You're sure this doesn't feel too fast?"

He takes a few long seconds to reply. You know he's thinking of a proper response.

"I know I'm happy right now. We'll deal with each thing as it comes."

"Does that mean I can officially call you my boyfriend?"

"Thought that was a given," he chuckles, kissing you, "I'm your boy, Y/N. and you're my girl."

With that, you got dressed and Bucky zipped up his jeans and you both made your way back to the cabin just in time for food.

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A/N: Enjoy the fluff while it lasts. - the angst bitch

[enhascloud]

READY, FILM AND MISSING.

— a leeknow and lee felix written series; masterlist.

find the story on wattpad too (go read there, extra chapter will be posted!) HERE.

SYNOPSIS. The multiverse, the different parallel universes all connect with one thing. this camera, which filmed every little thing of their film in progress for the final end-of-year project, it was the connecting link between so many mysterious universes and yet all almost identical.

It all seemed way too real, or maybe way too unreal and surreal for it to happen and yet it was, and minho could tell. he had just changed universe, he had come to change worlds, and he was far from being at the end of his surprises.

PAIRING ・ student|actor leeknow x you (reader) x student lee felix

GENRES ・ romance, multiverse, science-fiction, slice of life, college au, strangers to lovers!

FEATURING ・ STRAYKIDS bangchan, changbin, hyunjin, han, seungmin, jeongin. ENHYPEN heeseung. ORIGINAL CHARACTER (three girls). ITZY ryujin, yeji, chaeryeong.

STATUS ・ UNFiNiSHED / ONGOiNG / iNCOMPLET

DATE STARTED ・ 03/11/2023

TAGLIST ・ comments to be added to the taglist !

MASTERLIST.

╰this is a written series !

prologue: what just happend ?

chapter one:

chapter two:

chapter three:

chapter four:

[aquadestinyswriting]

People You Want to Get to Know Better

I was tagged for this by the lovely @blind-the-winds. You can find their post here. I don't have a full nine people in my taglist that haven't already done this, I don't think, so I'm sending them out to people I know have interacted with me and that I haven't seen tagged yet.

Current Book I'm Reading: I'm currently making my way through the Wordbearers Omnibus from Games Workshop's Black Library. Even though it's a Warhammer 40k series, it's giving me so much inspiration for the more... questionable clerics in Fangthane's Folly.

Last Song I Listened To: Far From Me by Chase Noseworthy. It popped up in my recommended while I was listening to my Titan playlist and it is an amazing Vox Machina fan song. I've popped it into my Emotional Songs playlist since it's a little too specific to put into the Titan one.

Currently Watching: My husband and I are currently going through our annual re-watch of the Netflix Castlevania series. We're having a bunch of fun pointing out the memes and generally just enjoying all the feels of the early parts of season 3. Also we are both so into Striga, it's unreal ^_^;.

Current Fic I'm Reading: I'm not really into any fandoms currently, so I'm not really reading any fanfic at the moment (not unless you count all of @druidx's Titan stuff, which I am re-reading a bunch of)

Next On My Watch List: Most likely a re-watch of Castlevania: Nocturne directly after the original Castlevania series, but after that I'm hoping hubs will indulge me in going through yet another re-watch of Alfabusa's If The Emporer Had a Text-To-Speech Device, including all the voxcasts and shorts and random segues. It's such a fun series. Even if you're not into Warhammer 40k, it is a really fun satire series. Just be aware that the creator had to abandon the project due to Games Workshop fuckery (if you guys thought the WotC stuff was bad... oof) and currently has no plans to return to it.

Current Obsession: At the moment I'm obsessed with two things: youtube disaster documentaries and my many, many WIPs, which now include a 'what if' AU thing I wrote the week before I took over the Destiny's New Servants campaign way back when that I plan to clean up a bit and possibly share. It's nothing more than a snippet, but , y'know. As for the disaster documentaries, that's just a recurring obsession that's randomly popped back up.

No Pressure tags going out to: @sparrow-orion-writes, @warriorbookworm, @ashirisu, @pluttskutt, @mariahwritesstuff

[tunedtostatic]

Essek Thelyss/Caleb Widogast, Essek Thelyss, Caleb Widogast, Ludinus Da'Leth, Fjord Stone, Jester Lavorre, Calianna Mordsson, Astrid Beck, Verin Thelyss, Eadwulf Grieve, Other(s), Angst, Coercion, Dunamancy (Critical Role), the Slumber form of a 9th-level Imprisonment is basically a Sleeping Beauty AU, not unreality per se but heads up for realityweirdness

Ludinus Da'Leth needs a dunamancer--any dunamancer, really--to cast a spell for him, and he knows just the Soltryce Academy professor to enchant if he wants a very talented chronurgist to do his bidding. Unfortunately for Ludinus, dunamancy extends beyond his understanding of it, hearts are more complicated than they appear, and the dunamancer he has found is about to defy his understanding of both.

[omaano]

For the WIP asks, I would like to know more about "When In Multishipper Doubt - OT3" and "The Baby Wants BOBA"! 😊

Thank you for asking after those! <3 Although I haven't made any progress on either of those since I shared the wip pics of them in December... no, that's not entirely, true. I made a valiant attempt at sketching out Din at least for the next part of the "Everybody takes Grogu out for boba tea" series (gotta keep Din hydrated. Boba tea with the straw is the ideal traditionlist Mando drink imo), but it ended up too stiff, so.... it's back on the back burner as a project for now ^^; Also I still have no idea for what to do with Cobb -.-; (I'm really looking forward to the time when something clicks in my brain and I can get to the one with Fennec - I want to make that nice and dynamic, but the perspective scares me more than a little D:)

As for the answer to my multishipper plights WIP (in one way, at least) - as soon as I figure out Cobb's knee (and right arm) and Din's elbows (all unreal and evil parts of the human anatomy if you ask me) I am very determined to do something about these wips as well. They look real nice and cozy and that is my thing! but if I turn this into some modern AU thing I'll desperately need someone to act as my impulse control before I start thinking about what tattoos I can put on them (Boba especially). Please don't let me do that to myself - it's enough that Cobb and Boba have very different kinds of limbs and I have to fit them all into one picture already. (Grogu is a little green gremlin no matter what)

[flamingredanon]

The beginning tale of the Timeline Wilford AU is here, explaining how Wilford got void bound and how he and Henry would eventually meet.

CW for threats, mentions of past deaths (just referencing that it happened) and maybe unreality with Wilford breaking the timeline and falling into a void

[epersonae]

Tagged by my bestie, sometimes beta, always cheerleader @emi--rose. Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. (I'm going to follow her lead and tag one with each fic.)

There’s a flash in Ed’s eyes, jaw working with unexpressed tension. (end up several worlds away) (the missing scenes sequel to for the benefit of all the broken hearts, this chapter is about Ed and Mary.) tagging @knotwerk for the comment today that was TOO LONG FOR AO3, god bless.

It’s one of those rare weeks when they’re not just in the same time zone, not just under the same roof, but under their roof. (for the benefit of all the broken hearts) (my surprisingly long fix-it sequel to the weird and wonderful meta-fiction sort-of-but-not-RPF Water Flowing Underground) tagging @veeagainsttheday for excellent betaing and critical reassurance early on in the project.

Stede loves camping. (BIGFOOT STOLE MY HUSBAND) (idk it's modern AU monsterfucking I GUESS) gotta tag @mxmollusca for this one.

It all started when Stede took Ed to be his plus one at his ex-wife's wedding. (Commit to the Bit) (modern AU where Ed and Stede talk themselves into getting married as a bit; reader I lived this one) tagging @nekosd43 who is not a pirates person, but who was a very good friend to me and Ryn and honestly part of how we originally got to be friends, what with all their excellent taagnus writing.

Thing is, once he gets a break from the routine (wait around, raid, drink, cry, repeat) he doesn't really want to go back. (can't cross the same river twice) (part 3 of "the devil's threeway", a very weird way to get to a reunion fic but I think it works) tagging @chuplayswithfire who kept giving me good ideas for this series.

Later, much later, Stede realizes he can divide his life into two parts, split by that exact moment: when by all rights he should have been dead, gut-stabbed and strung up, and instead the most beautiful man he’d ever seen strolled up to him through fire and smoke and men screaming. (Hungry for love, ready to drown) (me @ me: jfc that's a longass sentence) (Stede POV canon retelling, my very slow love letter to canon. YES the next chapter is on its way, I just finished an editing pass that it very much needed before actual betaing) tagging @red-sky-in-mourning because things they have written or reblogged are DEFINITELY in my project notes.

He has to cut him off. (A secret third thing) (oh look more Stede POV retelling! this time of Water Flowing Underground: I woke up at 3am less than a week after reading WFU with the beginning of this fic.) tagging @gaypiratebrainrot for writing the thing that melted and reformed my brain, and because this fic ended up being the start of a very good friendship.

It turns out there is a second fucking pirate ship trying to board this stupid little Dutch freighter. (Cannonball) (part 2 of devil's threeway, this is the one where Ed gets together with Anne Bonny and Mark Read and also cries a lot) tagging @adreamingofguns, who hasn't written any gay pirates fic, but who has a Special Interests in pirates and contributed to my thoughts about Mark.

It’s not that he prefers the beard, exactly. (nice either way) (the tiny Beard Discourse fic) tagging @blakbonnet for beard discourse reasons.

For Frenchie, that afternoon has the unreal quality of a dream as he sits cross-legged on the deck of The Revenge sewing an addition to Blackbeard’s flag. (what makes me kind) (rest in pieces, this fic) (listen. I had an idea. I had a LOT of ideas. but I kept getting sidetracked. see: everything else on this list. someday? weirder things have happened but idk. if nothing else someday I might just post all the fragments I have written, because some of them I do like very much.) tagging one of my favorite post-S1 longfic writers, @not-nervous-jester. (who has actually finished theirs! two of them!)

[briqkpile]

Oooh please do tell me about your autism headcanons 👀👀👀. I've intentionally forced myself to narrow down my autism headcanons to only the blues and the Professor for my AU (with the greens being AUDHD but only having an ADHD diagnosis and their autism was missed, Cover Up is such an autistic-core episode btw) but I can see a case for any titular member of the series. ESPECIALLY Mojo and Fuzzy they are so autistic it's unreal.

I headcanon all Brick & Boomer as being autistic! Especially Brick. I also hc Butch as having ADHD but that's unrelated (I think his behavior in the boys are back in town cements it for me lol)

I generally headcanon Brick to be autistic because of my own personal headcanons about him and how I relate to him (projection ftw). He's definitely low empathy and has trouble expressing his emotions, it can especially be seen in his relationship with Boomer imo! He also is the most blunt/rude of his brothers whether he does it intentionally or not. There is more I could go into, I think, but that's the general stuff I wanted to point out

Boomer being autistic is also a very dear headcanon to my heart. He definitely has issues fitting in with his brothers/general social situations. I also think he has relationship and attachment issues which add to the fact. I also headcanon him with a form of anxiety.

Bubbles is also autistic to me, but that ones mainly because I relate to her the most, although there is some things in the show that help my headcanon, I'm a little lazy lol.

Misc; I also hc Mike & Snake as autistic. Princess as having OCD. and Buttercup having ADHD

[kiriel123]

Fic recs for MDZS/The Untamed

The True Story of How Concubine Mo Deviously Deceived The Entire Imperial Family by Enigmatree

(ongoing series) Imperial Harem AU WWX, in the guise of MXY is taken into LWJ’s harem (of which he is the only member) and they unravel plots against the Imperial Family while pining. So fun I giggled so many times while reading

the dragon boy by yukla

Spirited Away AU. WWX frees dragon spirit LWJ from pollution and filth and LWJ continues to be the bath house’s best customer up until WWX is freed from his contract. Sooo adorable, they’re in love <3

teeth on my waist (i come undone) by martyrsdaughter

A/B/O Cloud Recesses. WWX has big plans to pin his mate during the Challenge but lwj sees through him easily and puts him on his back (where he belongs). Extremely hot, the foreplay in this fic was amazing, partially because wwx had no idea what was happening for a lot of it

the river and the sea by sasamelons

Soulmates Alternate Canon. LWJ is determined to find his soulmate, and has no time to waste with his betrothed WWX. Or at least he didn’t but WWX just has a way of getting under his skin. I love it when LWJ falls in love twice with the same person, all unknowing

make it cream, make me scream by ariskamalt

A/B/O Modern AU. LWJ and WWX terrorize the Home Depot staff by role playing right in front of all the handyman tools. Hot and hilarious, and who knows maybe they made a baby for real this time!

like, comment, share & subscribe by detectorist

Modern College Youtuber AU. WWX is obsessed with studytuber LWJ and makes his own youtube channel as a way of channeling his thirst. Along the way they become student activists and fall in love. So fun and the descriptions of the vids made me laugh out loud

Heartkeeper by postingpebbles

Alternate canon. Bunji refuses to marry anyone who can’t take the key to his heart (literally). WWX is just passing through but can’t resist a challenge (or pretty eyes). So adorable, and the image of WWX doing chores with a tiny bunny in his robe will stay with me forever

to chase away loneliness by emowangji

Modern AU. Friends to lovers to exes to fake boyfriends to real boyfriends, the amount of pining in this fic is UNREAL. Featuring fake dating for a wedding, miscommunication, move-ins, flirting, and a wangxian happy ending as always. I laughed, I cried, I love

if your body's into me by plonk

WLW Modern Cultivation. LWJ and WWX reunite at a cultivation conference 13 years after high school. Lan Zhan has learned a lot about pleasing women in that time. Maybe there’s some dual cultivation in the bathroom. So hot, so good

this moonlit heart is home by Selenay

Modern AU. WWX is a werecat who ends up a part time housecat for his BFF LWJ. WWX is the CUTEST little cat and LWJ loves WWX in all his forms. So adorable.

[unreality-project]

oh fuck-

"Relax! I won't hurt anyone! But anyways~ I wanna tune in that this is a very important project, so don't even try to escape."

"Huh? What project?"

"Well then! Welcome to the Unreality Project, where I test your survival over various obstacles and also your sanity, because this place might make you lose your mind~"

"What the hell?!"

"I won't explain any further, just go through the first obstacle for....Group 1! With good 'ol Mr. Teruya, Mr. Tsurugi, Mr. Wolfgang, and Ms. Melody Pretty! Good luck~☆"

*DING DONG BING BONG!*

"What is this supposed to imply-"

*GROWL!*

*Suddenly, a weird, distorted and disfigured creature appears infront of them, growling at them furiously.*

"Oh. That."

[rise-my-angel]

dropping in to +1 to the interest of a reader x jon x robb threesome :)

if you did write it as a main series au it would be on a whole other level of unreal. earth shattering/astral projecting/the works

that blood sports comment has me screaming that would really be ideal <3

thank you so much for writing and sharing all your stories and ideas with us!!! your blog is so special

The logistics of figuring out Robb coming back and how things in Winterfell are going to work...good lord this one is going to be a nightmare to outline. All three of them are resurrected at this point like, you do realize how much angst is also gonna be involved here, right?

DO YALL REALLY KNOW WHAT YOUR ASKING FOR??

[enhascloud]

READY, FILM AND MISSING.

— a leeknow and lee felix written series; masterlist.

find the story on wattpad too (go read there, extra chapter will be posted!)

SYNOPSIS. The multiverse, the different parallel universes all connect with one thing. this camera, which filmed every little thing of their film in progress for the final end-of-year project, it was the connecting link between so many mysterious universes and yet all almost identical.

It all seemed way too real, or maybe way too unreal and surreal for it to happen and yet it was, and minho could tell. he had just changed universe, he had come to change worlds, and he was far from being at the end of his surprises.

PAIRING ・ student|actor leeknow x student lee felix

GENRES ・ romance, multiverse, science-fiction, slice of life, college au, strangers to lovers!

FEATURING ・ STRAYKIDS bangchan, changbin, hyunjin, han, seungmin, jeongin. ENHYPEN heeseung. ORIGINAL CHARACTER (three girls). ITZY ryujin, yeji, chaeryeong.

STATUS ・ UNFiNiSHED / ONGOiNG / iNCOMPLET

DATE STARTED ・ 03/11/2023

TAGLIST ・ @adestayskz | comments to be added to the taglist !

MASTERLIST.

READY, FILM MISSING: prologue.

SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK WOODS AROUND TOWN, MIDNIGHT.

Each intake of air at the level of his lungs seemed to him to be a real suffering while he risked tripping at any moment due to his numerous roots present on the surface of the earth and grabbing the feet of each hiker or passenger.

His gaze seemed completely panicked, looking around as if he were just straight ahead, while his heart skipped a beat every five minutes. Struggling with every branch he encountered, his uniform ended up completely torn while one end of his sleeve remained snagged on a branch, now far away from him.

Right in front of him, what seemed like only a few feet, was a blond haired face that he didn't know too well, Felix. Who seemed in no way concerned by his presence behind him and continued his walk into the heart of this most disturbing forest.

« Felix! Felix stop, you don't even know where you're going! »

It was his voice, strangely too quiet even though he was sure he was screaming with all his might. Then suddenly nothing more, complete blackness as if something had hidden his permission to see and had trapped him here.

But it was far from that.

Just before he could even finish his sentence his body had hit the ground heavily and violently, his eyes completely closed while his face had landed on a pile of small dead leaves. He had just lost consciousness.

Around him time seemed to have stopped, nothing was moving, not even by a single millimeter and everything was frozen in place. As if the fact that he passed out had stopped the world around him.

Then the strangest thing happened. The scary, dark woods had transformed into a beautiful expanse of grass with only a few trees around. The presence of a small stream had also appeared and the cool spring of water had made its way through the brunette's hair, and ended up touching the epidermis of his face.

Then the strangest thing happened. The scary, dark woods had transformed into a beautiful expanse of grass with only a few trees around. The presence of a small stream had also appeared and the cool spring of water had made its way through the brunette's hair, and ended up touching the epidermis of his face.

An almost immediate reaction. His eyes flew open in complete panic as his heart beat at a most worrying rate. And when he was able to look around him, he noticed this more than strange change.

Without any possible or imaginable explanation he found himself in the heart of a completely unknown place and really different from the forest in which he had found himself only a short moment ago and where he remembered having followed felix for many minutes at the risk of getting lost in the dark woods.

[gyusbambi]

humph; han seojun (pt 5)

click here for humph masterlist!

story: frenemies to enemies to lovers, high school au

synopsis: seojun and you have known each other since kindergarten. you’re neighbors and even attended the same singing and piano classes. despite knowing each other for such a long time, you don’t enjoy spending time with seojun. even though you are aware of his unfairness, you keep spending time with him. when will you finally leave your childhood frenemy?

note:  this is the last part of the series! i’m thankful for everyone who liked, commented and shared this fanfiction it really means a lot to me! through this series i gained many followers, i never imagined that this would get so many likes! again, hope you enjoy the last part and stay tuned for many other fictions hehe. humph! is a story inspired by pentagon’s “humph! / 접근금지”. originally, this is a seungyeon fanfiction, which i posted on my wattpad. words: ~4k

words cannot describe your current feelings. all you can say is that everything feels unreal and odd. indeed, you’re no longer able to focus on your work. all because of that night. all because of stupidly drunk han seojun.

why did you have to pick him up? why didn’t you just call someone else? thanks to his actions, you feel emotionally confused. not to mention, you are frightened to go to school. 

can you imagine how awkward it’s going to be if seojun remembers the night? without doubt, your heart would get broken because you just know he’s going to apologize for kissing you. he’ll tell you it happened because he was drunk and definitely not because he feels anything for you.

memories from that night fill your head and it’s the only thing you can think of for the rest of the weekend. 

not until your mother forces you to visit the han’s with her. no wonder you refuse to go, han seojun kissed you! of course, neither your mother nor your brother understand your panicked actions when you drop on your knees, hiding your face in your palms dramatically. both of them end up dragging you to the han’s, ignoring your annoying whines.

seojun’s mum greets you with excitement when you eventually arrive at their front door. stepping in with your trembling body, you look around in paranoia, checking if seojun’s home. while doing so, you fail to notice juyeong giving you a side glance with narrowed eyes.

you: chorong please pick me up from seojun’s house

quickly you type your friend a text message before entering the living room, where gowoon waves at you happily.

kim chorong: you’re at seojun’s?! 

kim chorong: can i guess what you’re doing ;)

your phone rings two times in a row, making all eyes land on you. laughing it off, you put your phone on mute before typing chorong a reply.

you: ew no please just save me from here okay?

the conversation between the mums continue and suddenly your brother asks if seojun is home. gowoon replies that he probably got out of the shower just now, which puts you in a panicked situation. 

i need to get outta here

but like always, the universes loves playing with you right on time because the next thing you see is seojun walking out of his room, dressed in jeans and a hoodie, hand ruffling his wet hair. trying your best not to make eye contact, your gaze darts around the whole room. 

after greeting your mother and juyeong, seojun’s eyes land on your awkward figure. no longer able to avoid his gaze, you look right back at seojun, cheeks turning into a red color. you can’t do anything but blink since you’re extremely nervous. if he does remember everything from that night, you want to get swallowed by the floor beneath you. if he doesn’t, you certainly will try your best to remain calm and unsuspicious. 

“do you have a moment?”, without waiting for too long seojun grabs your wrist after putting the towel away.

“f-for what?” you manage to speak as your panicked posture suddenly stiffens.

“science project.”, the boy comes up with an average excuse while trying to ignore the surprised looks everyone is giving him as he practically drags you to his own room.

what if he knows?!

from all the heart racing, you’re sure that you’ll end up in the hospital one day. it technically pounds heavily in your chest when you’re head is going through every possible answer you could give seojun when he asks you about the kiss. 

after pulling you into his room, seojun closes the door behind you before pushing your body against it. in only seconds, his palm presses against it, right next to your face. it reminds you of the time when he questioned you about his motorcycle keys in the hallways. thankfully, his face isn’t as close as back then. you’re pretty sure, you would’ve fainted by now.

“so what about the science project, haha?” words finally leave your mouth when you realize seojun isn’t going to say anything but stare at your flustered face.

“about that...”, seojun mutters in a quiet tone as he leans in slowly. the only thing you can do is avoid his gaze while gulping, thinking that he probably remembers the kiss. yet, when he doesn’t stop getting closer, lips almost touching yours, you push him away in a swift move, eyes wide in shock,

“what the hell!”

han seojun doesn’t seem surprised. he only scratches his neck, eyes darting around his room before finally landing on your panicked figure,

“i had to do an experiment.”

“w-what experiment? are you kidding me?”

more confused than ever, you question with a flushed face. however, seojun sighs to reveal his exhaustiveness, hands hiding his face before rubbing his brow to ward off his headache,

“i- something happened friday night and i can’t stop thinking about it.”

acting like you don’t know what happened, you continue to look at him with confusion.

“i drank a little bit too much and can’t really remember anything except for one detail- but apparently someone came to pick me up and brought me home. i asked the worker who it was and he told me it was my neighbor.”

when seojun trails off and shakes his head with furrowed eyebrows you hold yourself back from letting out a relieved sigh. 

he doesn’t know it was you. it’s like all the worries leave your body before the boy starts talking again,

“isn’t that weird? i mean why would my neighbor come to get me, it’s not like i’m close to any of them. also, which neighor? he said it was a girl around your height with y/h/c hair. the only neighbor that comes to my mind is lee minji but there’s no chance i could have kissed her.”

“you did what?”, although knowing exactly what he did, your eyes widden in horror when you notice that he remembers the kiss but not the person. seojun realizes what he just said and tries to explain everything in a rushed tone,

“look, i don’t know why i did it. i was drunk! besides that, i’m not even sure if it was her, or anyone! what if it’s just a false memory? or a dream?”

the young boy feels like he needs to justify himself to you when he catches glimpse of the worry hiding in your eyes. han seojun doesn’t want you to think that he would kiss anyone just like that. in fact, he wouldn’t want to kiss anyone but you. 

but that’s not what you’re thinking at the moment. the only thing you can focus on is seojun’s statement leaving his mouth a few seconds ago: “i was drunk!”

of course, he was. how could you even have the smallest hope that he kissed you because he wanted to? ashamed of your expectations, you clear your throat and look away, playing with the rings on your fingers.

“oh man, that sucks!”, you chuckle falsely, “don’t worry about it too much. it could happen to anyone, you know?”

“i think about it day and night, thought.”, seojun rubs his neck, eyes fixed on the carpet on the floor.

“why? was it that special for you?”, laughing you push his shoulder playfully.

unexpectedly, seojun looks up to meet your eyes and blinks,

“it was.”

your heart drops. your body freezes on spot. your eyes stare into his. 

hearing this shocked you, why was it special to him? without doubt, it was special to you too. precisely, you remember his soft lips on yours, warm touch on your face.

breaking the stare, you shake your head and look around, “just forget about it.”

after a short silence, your eyes finally land on something certain on seojun’s desk. taking a few steps closer, you are able to take a closer look at the item. picking up the polaroid picture, you smile at the photo of you sleeping on seojun’s shoulder in the bus. your arm was wrapped around his torso, his look fixed on you.

“where did you get this?”, turning around with the picture still in your hands, you show it to seojun with a happy face.

“o-oh that? the others took it while you were sleeping.”

“i didn’t know you had this.”

“yeah, i kinda just forgot hahahaha.”

“sure you did!”, suddenly kim chorong bursts into the room with a teasing smile,

“i’m here, y/n. but it seems like you don’t need me anymore.”

“why are you here?”, seojun frowns.

“she told me to come! it’s not always about you.”, sticking out this tongue, your friend shrugs and lets himself fall on seojun’s bed,

“what are we doing today? how about noraebang?”

_

brushing his fingers over the multiple lipsticks, seojun’s eyes focus on a certain pink one. hesitantly, he picks it up to take a closer look before putting it back to its place.

“do they have strawberry ones?”, he asks his sister who looks for something specific. gowoon asked his brother if they could go to the mall together, since she’s been getting into make up these days and therefore needs more products.

“what?”

“like strawberry lip balms.”

“why do you need one?” she laughs at her brother who seems a little unsure.

“just because!” seojun tries to hide everything when he notices his sister making fun of him.

when she eventually shows him the lip balms and he’s able to smell all of them, seojun gives up. the boy went through several lip balms but couldn’t find the right one. maybe he should just give up looking for signs.

“why is everyone so obsessed with them? y/n owns plenty of them, it‘s insane.“

juyeong, who happened to tag along with gowoon and seojun, lets out a sigh as he watches the older boy.

“she does?“, suddenly seojun is interested in something that juyeong says.

“absolutely. you can ask her, you know?“

“i should ask her as well! she seems to like make up!“, gowoon smiles excitedly.

although juyeong is aware of his sister‘s lack of skills in make up, he still nods almost to quickly,

“definitely, you should! you can come to our house since she‘s always home anyway.“

seojun no longer listens to the younger‘s conversation, but instead thinks about what juyeong said earlier.

_

running to get in class on time has become a regular thing for you. once again, your legs move in super speed in the empty hallways as you hold tight on your heavy books. not even realizing your open backpack hanging on your right shoulder, you struggle to breathe normally. 

you become interested in your untied shoes while running and suddenly bump into someone else, because you didn’t look ahead.

in a swift move the person steadies you to keep you from falling. still, your backpack drops from your shoulder and causes all of your belongings to drop on the floor. 

too distracted from the mess that got created, you quickly kneel down to collect your books and folders,

“shoot!” you mutter, extremely stressed from the fact that you’re losing more time.

“running late again, zombie?”

you realize it’s han seojun when he bends down to help you pick up your stuff. after collecting some of your folders and books, his eyes focus on a certain lip balm placed next to your foot. instantly he reaches for it with a frown, your books still in his other hand.

completely stressed out, you rapidly stuff all of your supplies into your backpack and fail to notice seojun observing every small detail of your lip balm. as you finally look up, you take your books away from seojun’s grip and hold them in your hands instead of putting them back in, so that you can save some time,

“thank you.”, before you can leave seojun stands in front of you, holding your strawberry lip balm. after smelling it, he raises his eyebrows at you,

“is this yours?”

“oh, yes! thanks.” unaware of his thoughts, you take the item from his hand with a smile and put it into the pocket of your blazer. 

and then seojun just stands there, watching you sprint to your next class. 

he’s about to lose his mind. 

_

patting his skin dry with a towel after washing it with cold water, seojun’s gaze darts around the school’s gym. his eyes look for you in the big hall filled with students, who came to watch the basketball game. the young boy is sure to have seen you sitting in the first row with lee suho during the game. however, it seems like you are nowhere to be seen. did you maybe leave with lee suho?

frustrated and tired at the same time, seojun approaches his friend kim chorong only seconds after the game,

“do you know where y/n is?”

“y/n? i’m not quite sure. she was here during the whole game, thought.”, chorong shrugs with a small pout forming on his lips.

“how did she leave so fast?”, seojun sighs annoyed before someone suddenly hits his back forcefully,

“if you’re looking for y/n, she just left with lee suho.”, sua tries to hide her teasing smile.

“with lee suho? why? where did they go?”

“she told me she lost her bracelet and wanted to find it.”, sua crosses her arms,

“they’re probably looking in the hallways or something.”

hearing that, seojun instantly drops his bag and runs out of the gym hall, ignoring his friend’s calls.

“yah, where are you going? we’re gonna celebrate your win!”, kim chorong yells only to turn to sua after seojun is out of his sight. they both share a smile before high fiving,

“good job.”

“taehoon just called me. suho left y/n. she’s alone in the hallways, looking for that bracelet.”

“as expected, cupid team never fails.”

_

seojun slows down when he turns the next corner. finally reaching the hallway of the third floor, his steps echo in the empty area. it’s dark outside and many students already left the building right after the end of the basketball game, leaving only seojun and you in the dark hallway of the third floor. 

eventually the young boy spots you near your classroom, searching for your bracelet with worried eyes. he notices how you run your hand through your hair, upset that you lost something so important. seojun hides behind the wall, still questioning if he should approach you. strangely, suho is not around which makes him question everything.

while thinking about leaving, seojun’s eyes land on a specific item placed right next to the plant on his right side. surprised, he picks up the flower bracelet, which he gifted you after he apologized on the last day of the school trip, and stares at it for a short while. 

hesitantly, seojun finally steps out and approaches you with a more relaxed figure. 

letting out a yelp, you turn around in a swift move when you feel two hands placing on your shoulders. with widen eyes you face han seojun standing only a few inches away from you. pressing a palm on your chest, you sigh in relief,

“you scared me. again.”

“looking for this?”, ignoring your annoyed eyes, he swings your bracelet in his right hand.

“how- where did you find it? i was looking everywhere!”, quickly you snatch it away from him to place it around your wrist tightly, making sure it won’t slip out this time.

“is it so important that you spend hours searching in this building?” seojun rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest, “you should go home now. it’s really late.”

“yes. it is important to me.” you mutter and glare at the boy in front of you before thanking him.

after that, suddenly silence takes over the room. you are too busy adjusting the bracelet on your wrist, while seojun only watches you with a curious gaze. he seems to be lost in his own thoughts. 

it’s true that he’s seen you wear it every single day.

he’s also certain about the smell of your strawberry lip balm. seojun is a little bit angry at himself, for remembering every small detail of the kiss, but not the face of the person he shared it with. maybe he’s just tricking himself about it. maybe it is actually you, who he kissed that night.

thinking of the only way to find out, the boy interrupts the long silence as he puts his hand into the pocket of your blazer, taking out the specific strawberry lip balm. you’re more than surprised and freeze on spot when he places the tip of the container on your bottom lip and applies it on your lips. 

absolutely taken aback, you fail to notice seojun taking a few steps closer to you, his body almost attached to yours now. it doesn’t take him long to lift up your chin, enabling your eyes to meet his. they look into yours with so much intensity that your cheeks start glowing from the heat. once again, your heart pounds aggressively in your chest as the young boy nears his face to yours. from all your experiences till now, you feel the most nervous now. not to mention, confused from his sudden actions. (*insert “i’m the mood for dancing” by yuju*)

last time he was drunk and didn’t know what he was doing.

now he’s completely aware of his actions.

instantly you close your eyes shut, waiting impatiently for his lips to touch yours. both of you have been longing feel this feeling again, never able to get rid of the memory from friday night. seojun tilts his head slightly before finally placing his lips on your soft ones. 

and in the exact moment, when he tastes the strawberry flavor on your lips, his heart speeds up, his hands hold your warm face, he knows it’s you. he realizes that it was you, who picked him up and you, who he kissed with so much emotion.

firmly you grip onto seojun’s t-shirt when your knees feel weak. as a result the boy only smiles against your lips before his hands move from your face to your waist, pulling you to his body. running one hand up and down your waist, he continues moving his lips against yours.

before you have the chance to move yours arms to wrap them around his neck, seojun slowly pulls away. you open your eyes to see him licking his bottom lip with a small smile. somehow you’re unable to meet his eyes when he lets out a chuckle,

“thought i wouldn’t find out sooner or later?”

“h-how did you know it was me?”, you whisper, grip still tight on his shirt.

“strawberry taste.” 

his simple answer surprises you, “oh, right...”

seojun caresses your face in his hands as he notices your shy tone to make you look at him,

“why didn’t you just tell me?”

“i thought you didn’t mean it since you were extremely drunk.”

“ah, y/n. you haven’t changed at all, have you?”

hearing seojun suddenly laugh makes you even more confused,

“what do you mean?”

“you’re always so oblivious about everything like my feelings towards you.” seojun smiles at you adoringly and pushes a few strands of hair behind your ear.

“you-”

“i like you, y/n. have been the whole time.”

“you were always mean to me, how was i supposed to know?”, slighlty pouting, you push his shoulder playfully.

“you’re right and i’m sorry about that. i was so focused on hiding my feelings that i didn’t realize i was hurting you. i didn’t want you to think that i liked you.”

“you succeeded.”

“yeah,” seojun scratches his neck while looking into your eyes, “still haven’t gotten an answer from you, y/n.”

taking his hand, you rub the back of it before kissing his right cheek,

“i like you too, seojun.”

seojun melts. he feels his happiest and his cheeks turn into the shade of a tomato.

“look at us. who would’ve thought?”, you laugh at his shyness.

“not me.”, seojun smiles before pulling you in for another kiss.

_

the cold hair hits your face as you sit on a swing while seojun pushes you. swinging your feet with a big smile on your face, you glance behind your shoulder quickly to see seojun looking at you with adoring eyes.

“higher!”, you scream, catching the kids’ attention on the playground for a short second.

therefore, your boyfriend pushes you with more force as he tries to hide his amused grin, “as you wish, my highness. but you’re scaring the kids away, don’t you think?”

“feels like we’re kids again.”, you remember your childhood moments with seojun.

“enough for now. when is it my turn?”, seojun pouts playfully, still pushing you on the swings.

“i said ten minutes not five, seojun.”

both of you laugh hysterically at your remark before he firmly grips on the chain of the swing, making it stop abruptly. before you can turn around to look at him with a frown, your boyfriend places a kiss on your left cheek, causing them to turn into a shade of bright pink.

“i love you.”

“i love you too, seojunnie.”

that’s all seojun needs to hear before pushing you on the swing again, heart melting in his chest.

and in the end of the day he knows that you’ll always be there for him. and you know that he’ll be right there too.

_

the end!

this is the last part of the series “humph; han seojun”. firstly, i hope you liked the ending and the story in total. secondly, i wrote this story because i noticed that there aren’t many han seojun fics! i thank everyone for giving me all the love that i don’t deserve. thirdly, please stay tuned for more fanfictions! be aware that i’m open for requests, feedback and everything nice. love you and stay safe,

your writer renjunes

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Writer’s Tag

@its-all-ineffable tagged me to do this, but it’s a long one so I’m doing it in a different post! Thank you very much! I love doing these so much!

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How many works do you have on AO3?

164 (possibly 165 by the weekend if I post the Witcher one I finished the other day)

What's your total AO3 word count?

181468

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

It’s Okay (Merlin: Merthur) - 569 Kudos Pulchra (Night At The Museum: Jedtavius) [NSFW] - 286 Kudos A Father’s Wisdom (Merlin: Merthur: Uther-centric) - 270 Kudos Crush (MCU Spider-Man: PeterNed) - 262 Kudos Comfort Blankets For Sleepy Gods (MCU Loki Series: Lokius) - 245

Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Sometimes. I try to if I’m not in a non-social mood. Mostly, if I start off on my page before reading any fic and see that I have something in my inbox and it turns out to be a comment on my fic, then I’m more likely to reply to it. Idk why it works like that. Otherwise, it’s kinda touch and go whether or not I’ll reply to something, you’ve got a 50/50 chance, but I always read and appreciate every one that I get.

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

*Looks at my abundance of angst fics* There’s... a surprising amount of angst without happy endings in my repertoire. Um. I’ll give you three that I vividly remember. (All of these are Star Trek and Spones) Written In The Stars - This is one of my really early works, and was gonna have a sequel that made it have a less angsty ending, but I could never get into the rhythm of writing it. I won’t spoil it, but this is probably the only fic I’ve written where Sarek is a straight-up dick. Battlefield - As the title suggests, there’s war with no real context. And major character death. It’s sad. I genuinely made people cry with this. I am both proud and apologetic of that. Unreal - This is probably one of my more complex concepts, and I’m really proud of it. Features ooc Spock with contextual reasons I won’t spoil, defensive/protective McCoy and major character death of a sort.

What's the fic you've written with the happiest ending

This is kind of difficult, bc while I have excessively written angsty endings (see: above answer) I do usually write happy endings, and I can’t remember all 160 fic endings left over, and even then it’s difficult to rank them by happiest. I like Nutcase {Murdoch Mysteries: Watts-centric) a lot, oh and also Blame It On Me (Star Trek Pricard: Hughnor) which is angst with a happy ending (and has amazing art accompanying it). There are many others with happy endings, but like I said I have no idea how to rank them by “happiest”.

Do you write crossovers? If so, What is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

I don’t really, but I have written one as a request that I really really enjoyed. A Good Day is ThorBruce and is set in the DS9 era of Star Trek, in which Thor is a captain and Bruce is his chief science officer. It’s really adorable and features sleepy, over-worked Bruce and a very characteristically happy Thor.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No, I don’t think so, unless you count unsolicited advice I felt I couldn’t turn down on ff.net when I was struggling to write Uhura. I’m kind of surprised I haven’t tbh (not that I’m complaining) since I do write for some very popular fandoms and ships (although, conversely, also some very niche fandoms and ships).

Do you write smut? If so what kind?

I write it but have only ever posted it thee, four times if you count the exploratory one I posted under a pseudonym that wasn’t really that smutty. I’m hoping to get the confidence up to post some of what I’ve written tho, bc I do really like hat I’ve managed to do with some of it.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not as far as I’m aware.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, I have! A lovely person found my fic 1967, which is probably one of my favourite Spones fics I’ve written, based around the UK’s decriminalisation (well, partial) of homosexuality, and traslated it into Hungarian here. I’ve not been able to check it out, due to not knowing a thing in the language (tho I could probably ask my friend to) but the translator seemed really lovely, so I trust them to have done a good job.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not something I posted, but before I even started posting fanfic, me and my best friend really randomly started writing a Star Trek TNG x Star Wars crossover whenever they were at my house. We gave up on it after about a year and never wrote much for it, but it was... it was something.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

This changes all the time with my hyperfixations! One that will always be in my heart is obviously Spones, my og ship and within my special interest. Currently I’m obsessed with The Witcher so I’ve got Geraskier on the mind but who knows when that might change!

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

In terms of fanfic I don’t really have any that I don’t think I’ll ever finish. I have an original script that I started writing months ago but only got about three scenes into and haven’t touched since bc I don’t actually have a plot for it.

What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue; Is situations one? That sounds like a good and fancy way of saying AUs; Finding synonyms should be one, that’s like half my search history

What are your writing weaknesses?

Description; Despite my talent of finding synonyms I feel like I do repeat words a lot; Planning and outlining, I just don’t do it - it works for me tho.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

I’m pretty sure the only times I’ve really done it is for Jedtavius (having Oct speak in Latin occasionally) and I might have done it once or twice with Spock speaking Vulcan, both times it’s mostly terms of endearment or Oct wanting to be romantic. Idk, I don’t really care about reading dialogue in other languages as long as there’s a translation somewhere in the work or I can easily pick it up or search it. Just do whatever, it’s your writing. As long as you do it well and it makes contextual sense, I don’t really care.

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Unposted: Star Trek: The Next Gen Posted: Sherlock (I actually recently reread my first ever posted fic, it’s a long haul (just over 45k), but if anyone ever wants to see a work where my writing visibly improves lemme know and I’ll email the pdf to you)

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Why would you do this to me??? I love most of my fics!!! I’m just gonna link a few here cause I’ve been doing this for an hour now and it would definitely take me an hour to choose just one! The Relationship Series - modern AU, autistic Spock (written by a self-projecting autistic writer), there’s angst spattered about but is especially prominent in part 6, I just really love this series Promises You Can’t Keep - Loki spoilers, I love this bc it’s based on “what if my finale theory was right instead of being debunked three minutes into the episode”, definitely angst with a hopeful ending I love all of my Charite At War fics, but I’m gonna link my 20 years post-canon fic Grow Old With Me and my modern AU You Give Me Your Light - both have some heavy topics (post-canon is set in 1960s East Germany, modern AU topics are tagged) but I adore both with my entire heart You’ll Never Burn - Merlin/Merthur, again kinda heavy (not as heavy as the Charite ones in my opinion) but short and everything is tagged I love all of my Babylon 5 fics but Secret Rendezvous will always have a special place in my heart. It’s very sweet and essentially follows Vir and Lennier trying to navigate coming out about their relationship to their ambassadors I also recommend all the of the fics I’ve already linked in the post ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Now for the hard part - tagging!

@esperata @tallysgreatestfan @iwritesometimes @marlinspirkhall and any other writer mutuals I’ve likely forgotten but I’ve already spent WAY too long writing this post asfdhdskjdgha So I apologise, but if you wanna do it, absolutely go for it, this was so much fun and really made me realise how much I’ve achieved in 4.5 years.