#yacht!au

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romance writer regulus who has no experience and puts an ad up on craigslist for someone to take him out.... hitman james who misinterprets the ad....... is anyone picking up what i'm putting down.....

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Maybe I could get used to this…

Closeups🌟

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Via Swerve's instagram stories at SDCC on 26/07/24

[chicgeekgirl89]

Thanks to @strandnreyes, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @whatsintheboxmh,

@carlos-in-glasses, and @nisbanisba for the tags!

It's a Work is Published Wednesday for me in honor of the recent one year anniversary of my fic Come Sail Away. My first AU, first header I'd ever created, and the longest fic I had written to date! This one will always be special!

“I’m banning red wine from the boat,” T.K. tells him, setting the salt shaker down onto the prep counter. “White wine only. No sangria. No merlot. Clear liquids and nothing else.” “Good luck with that,” Carlos says, going back to his chopping. “Thanks for the sympathy,” T.K. says sarcastically. “You have no idea the agony of scrubbing out carpet stains. Over and over and over. It never ends. It’s like some kind of polyester Groundhog Day nightmare. And definitely not my preferred way to get rug burn.” Carlos bites his lip in amusement. “I didn’t know there was a good way to get rug burn.” T.K. scoffs. “Then you’ve clearly never had sex with me.”  The words are out before he can stop them, a flirty reflex that he can’t contain. It often gets him what he wants, but right now he’d like to melt through the floor. Carlos sets his knife down again, something shifting in his eyes. “Is that something you’re offering?”

It's late, so open tag!

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AU 😇

Since I'm too lazy to make headcanons (I promise, there will be a Specter Knight soon), I decided to tell you about a little Au? I don't know if you can call him that, especially since my friend and I came up with only a couple of knights

It all started with the King Knight, we thought: "what if he was raised not by a kind mother, but by a strict father?". Then his whole company is built on the father's desire to make "something useful" out of his son. His father is one of those who used physical force in his upbringing and simply beat him for any actions, so the King Knight became more aggressive in some matters. The King Knight hates his father immensely, but cannot get off anything for him out of fear. At the end of the company, he would have taken the throne, but his father was still unwilled. The King Knight would have told him everything! That he did not want this power, the kingdom, he did all THIS only by the will of his father and probably threw him into prison (this is where he belongs). And so, the King Knight has become less narcissistic, instead he is quiet and always on edge to strike first in danger! He also gets along well with children and probably just wants to draw, something stupid and play catch-up

Next was Specter Knight. Now he is not a dead guy closed in on himself, but kindly kind to everyone and everything. He rubs into your trust, pretending to be a friend for many years, and in the end uses you for his own benefit (yes, yes, this is about you, Luan). The Specter Knight betrays Luan in the battle with the Shield Knight on purpose, so as not to divide the loot. After that, everything goes like in the original company, only the character of the Specter Knight is changed. Probably, the Black Knight guesses and directly points out the pretense of the Specter Knight, but he just doesn't care. In this case, the relationship between Specter Knight and King Knight is more friendly contrary to the original. They may have small skirmishes based on misunderstanding and aggression King Knight, but otherwise they are good acquaintances. We haven't thought about Reize, but most likely Specter Knight just doesn't care about him (?)

Plague Knight and Mona. HOHOHO. There are two ways to develop the plot:

1.In fact, their original branch, but in the course of the plot, their love fades and they decide to break up. Most likely, Mona will simply leave Plague Knight at the end.

2.From hatred to love. They appear as the greatest enemies of the alchemists. They play dirty tricks on each other's way, trying to brew the potion of absolute power first, of course, to show which of them is cooler. As a result, Mona and Plague Knight will come to the conclusion that it is simply impossible to brew a potion without each other's skills and they begin to cooperate. After getting to know each other better while working together, they fall in love. After that comes the canonical story of the game

Mole Knight came out bad and his changes are more like a joke lol. For me, he is a strong leader, ready to lead anyone (he was literally for the same with the fish, and then the moles..). Therefore, in this version, he is a..... ✨Recluse!✨. He lives quietly underground in the hope that no one will ever find him, and excavations are his little hobby. He doesn't like the Tinker Knight, but the Treasure Knight scares him (In canon Treasure Knight and the Mole Knight agreed that the Mole Knight would leave the underwater expanses. In this version, well, most likely the Mole Knight saw a shady guy claiming his house and dumped him until he was found)

Treasure Knight has simply become less greedy and is probably throwing money right and left. Maybe he got into debt and is simply financially illiterate. He has found other people's treasures, appropriated it for himself and enjoys it

Propeller Knight is now a real ruthless air pirate, ready to live on blood for fun. He is no longer flirtatious, although women and men still admire him only because of his good looks. He is a real moral freak who is strongly romanticized

And the last one is Tinker Knight. Now he is a lazy man who makes bad cars that break down every other day, no one knows how he was even taken into the order and most importantly, why? He is a petty boor and impudent sticking your slippers to the floor because you spoke badly of him. We thought that his encounter with the Mole Knight was EXTREMELY STRANGE and accidental. You know, Tinker Knight was just checking one of his bad cars and the Mole Knight fell through the ground (he escaped through one of his wormholes). In short, Tinker Knight thinks the Mole Knight is strange

[minnow-doodle-doo]

Hey I binged your SOA au and I was just wondering how did Bruce loose his money? Like were the Wayne's less rich in this au like well-off as opposed to extremely wealthy?

The Waynes weren't billionaires, like only above upper middle class. But when Thomas and Martha die, some of their relatives are able to get their money/mansion. While Bruce was able to only get very little since his guardian, Alfred, wasn't family.

[bonhughbon]

HUGH BONNEVILLE Sunseeker 'Famous Five' Behind the Scenes (x)

[pompoenwolkjes]

Once again, it's not a Wednesday and once again it's a snippet from the yacht au. I honestly did write a lot for it already, I should pick it up again. @ficwip word of the week is missing. Couldn't pick one so here are two snippets!

Jeongin leans in and Chan eagerly meets him halfway. He feels a weight fall off his shoulders when he breathes Jeongin in, tasting mint on his tongue. It feels blissful to finally have his brain stop thinking. And yet, there’s still a voice nagging in the back of his head, a distant feeling of something missing. Chan desperately pulls Jeongin even closer, trying to drown out the voice. Jeongin uses this moment to position himself on Chan’s lap, the nagging feeling buried somewhere deep down as Jeongin starts leaving kisses along his jaw. When he moves down to his neck, Chan angles his head to give him a better reach. Freezing when he notices Hyunjin standing in the doorway.

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He knows one day he’ll wake up and stop trying to search for a mint smell next to him. Will stop trying to look for waterpaint on his skin. But he doesn’t want to. Chan's convinced Jeongin and Hyunjin will be fine. They fitted together before he came along and just because they made room for him doesn’t mean they can’t just readjust to where they were before. He wonders if he’s allowed to wish that there’s still a small spot between them, a small dent made that ever so slightly refuses to fit them completely like before, leaves them missing something. Like a rubber band that’s been stretched too wide and now has some space to give. Not enough to make them unhappy, never that. Just making them miss messy curls when they see the sea, makes Hyunjin turn around when he smells cedarwood. Makes Jeongin snicker when he sees boat shoes. 

[lisenberry]

Out there's a land that time don't command

E/1k/Haladriel Below Deck AU

🔥☕️🎃

Day 2

@hellghoulweek

[therighthandofvengeance]

John, a bitter widower, finds himself to be the caretaker of a lighthouse— which the residents of the coastal town have nicknamed “White Star”, due to its luminosity and habitual scintillation.

[chicgeekgirl89]

I just googled restaurants that take reservations in the Bahamas and then googled where you can park your yacht in the Bahamas and then I googled directions to see how long it would take you to get from one place to the other.

Is this overkill for fanfic? Probably. 

[eleanorfenyxwrites]

The Romance of Anonymity

Part 1 / 2

@polyshipweek 2023 Day 1 - Road Trip

What universe is better for road trip vibes than the 90's strip mall AU? As per usual in this universe there's virtually no plot to this, just flirting and Vibes™. Part 2 will be 'Bed Sharing' for day 3 of the prompt list ♥

--//--

Sunlight flickers red and burning orange against Meng Yao’s eyelids, the searing heat of it tempered slightly by the intermittent ruffle of the breeze through his hair. Under the monotone rush of the wind past the cracked-open window and the hum of the asphalt beneath their tires, he can just barely hear his boyfriends talking quietly together in the front seat, a soft, safe countermelody to the road noise that had lulled him to sleep some indeterminate amount of time ago.

“I can’t believe he’s short enough to lay across the seat like that,” Mingjue marvels, snagging Meng Yao’s pleasantly wandering attention away from contemplating a second nap.

“Well darling it’s not like he doesn’t have his legs curled up as well,” Xichen laughs quietly. “He only barely fits on it better than you or I would.”

“Still!” Mingjue protests, on the verge of laughter that Xichen quickly shushes through his own chuckling. “I feel like I always forget how small he is and then he pulls shit like this.”

“I may be asleep but that won’t stop me from kicking your ass, da-ge,” Meng Yao pipes up, smiling blindly up at the roof of the car when his boyfriends laugh without muffling themselves, all of them a little giddy from the hours they’ve already spent in the car over the last day and a half.

“A-Yao, sweetheart, you’re going to get a crick in your neck,” Lan Xichen frets with a soft hand laid on his bent knee. Meng Yao cracks an eye open and turns his head enough to squint through the sunlight on his face at his boyfriend turned around halfway to reach over the top of the front seat of Mingjue’s Cutlass. “Do you want us to pull over and get the pillow out of my suitcase?”

Meng Yao stretches his arms straight up towards the roof before he turns onto his side to face the front seat with a sigh, one eye still stubbornly shut against the early-afternoon sun cutting through the window above his head. Lan Xichen lifts his hand to allow the movement but puts it back the moment he’s settled, palm rasping pleasantly over his jeans as he rubs it back and forth, calf to knee to thigh and then back down.

“Mmm maybe. How long did I sleep?” he asks around a yawn.

“About an hour and a half,” Mingjue tells him, head lifting a bit as if to look at him in the rearview mirror though Meng Yao can’t see the mirror well enough to meet his eyes at this angle. “A-Huan and I were planning to switch at the next rest stop in about ten miles, so we’re pulling over anyway.”

Meng Yao spends another long moment indulging in the sleepy lassitude of the hot sun, the rumbling of the car, the road, and the attention of his boyfriends before he lets it slip away in favor of waking up properly.

He sighs again, mutters a grumpy, “No, I’ll wake up it’s fine,” and props himself up with a hand on the seat beneath him, forcing himself upright with the promise of kissing Xichen for a reward. Xichen smiles and goes up on one leg to lean back over the bench seat and accept his kiss easily, the both of them ignoring Mingjue’s grumbling about the unfairness of being the driver and why doesn’t he get any kisses just because he has to pay attention to the road.

“Ten more miles, da-ge,” Xichen soothes when they break apart. Meng Yao gives himself a little shake to wake himself up properly as Xichen turns to lay his head down on Mingjue’s shoulder, beseeching and teasing as he tuts over Mingjue’s many hardships and how he’s so brave to endure them anyway just to get him riled up.

Smiling at the familiar tune of his boyfriends’ banter, Meng Yao reaches down to the beat up igloo cooler from the gym down in the footwell behind the driver’s seat to rummage around for something decent to snack on. (The problem with dating two health-conscious gym rats is that they think grapes constitute a snack. Which…fine, maybe, but Meng Yao is of the opinion that cheap, filling junk calories of any kind are far superior, and he’d insisted they pack accordingly.)

“A-Yao?” Mingjue calls when they seem to notice his foraging up front.

“Hm?”

“Did we bring beef jerky?”

Oh of course, how could he forget the only other acceptable snack for the non-vegetarian gym rat boyfriend?

“I could never part you from your one true love, da-ge.”

This time he’s in the perfect spot to look up at meet Mingjue’s eyes in the mirror when his boyfriend sighs and raises an eyebrow at him, unimpressed.

“Sassy. Go back to sleep, you’re still grumpy.”

Meng Yao withdraws the package of teriyaki jerky and pinches it delicately between thumb and forefinger to slowly drape it over the middle of the seat between Mingjue and Xichen, wiggling the package back and forth a bit to make it crinkle.

“No thank you, da-ge. You’re going to eat what you want of this, brush your teeth at the rest stop, and then we’re going to make out in the back seat while Xichen tries not to run somebody off the road from trying to watch us.”

Nie Mingjue’s eyes in the mirror crinkle up as he grins widely enough Meng Yao is sure his dimples are as deep as they can go.

“A-Yao,” Xichen doesn’t quite pout but it’s close, turning to look at him again to better hit him hard with his best pleading eyes. “Can’t we stop somewhere for a while so we can all…relax?”

Meng Yao offers Xichen a sweet smile and stands up a little, hunching over to avoid hitting his head on the roof (though his hair still rubs against the microfiber lining) and leaning over the seat to bury his face in the crook of Xichen’s neck. He presses a few kisses to one of the spots that makes him shiver and punctuates them with a little nibble.

“Of course, er-ge, that’s why we’re stopping at a motel tonight,” he purrs. He’s still getting used to so many things: being wanted – by two handsome men – and telling one or both of them ‘no’ (even temporarily) are probably the biggest ones. But he hopes he never gets so used to the effect he has on them that it becomes mundane. Xichen tips his head to the side to give him better access and swallows thickly, turning into putty even from such a light touch.

“The faster you drive when it’s your turn the sooner we can make that happen,” Mingjue adds, always his partner in crime when driving Xichen up the wall is on the table. Meng Yao feels Xichen shiver again and he peeks an eye open to see Mingjue’s taken one hand off the wheel to rub it slowly up and down Xichen’s thigh with clear intent. “Just, you know…If you need an incentive to drive faster than the average 90-year-old.”

Meng Yao snickers into Xichen’s neck, effectively ruining the sexy vibe he’d been going for but he doesn’t mind. He smacks another kiss to the skin under his mouth before he sits back down again and resumes his hunt for his own snacks as Xichen sighs and opens up the bag of jerky to start handing pieces to Mingjue while he drives, the 5-mile sign for the rest area flashing by the window just as Meng Yao sits up with a triumphant cry for having found his bag of goldfish tucked safely in a separate bag where they wouldn’t get crushed.

--//--

As all motel rooms are, theirs is dingy and unimpressive. Meng Yao lugs his suitcase in first with a grunt, sticky in the small of his back and under his arms even just from the short walk from the parking lot up to their room on the second floor. He steps aside to let Mingjue and Xichen through, relieved when Xichen immediately heads for the AC unit under the window to flip up the lid and start fiddling with the dials. Mingjue barely even bothers to kick the door shut behind himself before he yanks his shirt off over his head by the back of the collar and rolls his shoulders with a sigh of relief.

“Mingjue, darling, you have got to get a car with a working air conditioner,” Xichen whines from where he’s draped himself over the humming unit, cold air fluttering the strands of his hair hanging damp with sweat over his forehead.

“Can’t hear you!” Mingjue shouts back from where he’s soaking a rag at the bathroom sink to scrub over the heat-flushed back of his neck. Xichen rolls his eyes at the blatant lie but seems a bit too wilted to bother arguing. Meng Yao drops a kiss to his sweaty hair in consolation before he makes what is, objectively, the best decision out of the three of them and goes to monopolize the shower.

“There is absolutely not room for two in this shower, da-ge,” Meng Yao hums a few minutes later when the man pulls the curtain back about halfway, enough to lean against the wall so they can chat without the floor getting soaked.

“Could be, you don’t know.”

“Considering what happens when we shower together, yes I do know.”

Mingjue smirks at him and gives him a long, appraising look down the length of his body while Meng Yao turns to grab the complimentary bottle of shower gel that contains enough soap for roughly half a grown man’s body.

“Fine, suit yourself. We’re thinking about ordering pizza from that spot we passed on the way in, A-Huan’s too hot to pretend like he doesn’t want to be spoiled with junk food. I’m assuming you have no complaints?”

“Not a one. Don’t let him order mushrooms though, he doesn’t have to pretend to like them for our sakes.”

“Sure. You want soda?”

Meng Yao shrugs and preens under the way Mingjue’s watching him attempt to stretch the shower gel as far as it can go to clean the sweat-salt off every inch of his skin, looking very much like he’d absolutely be the one doing it for him if Meng Yao would let him.

“Coke’s fine, or there’s always water from the sink.”

Mingjue nods, pushes off from the wall with a sigh, and finally looks up to meet his eyes again, clearly unembarrassed by his own brazen behavior.

“ ‘Kay. Hurry up, that looks really fucking nice and I think A-Huan’s actually going to fuse with that air conditioner if I let him lay there too much longer.”

“Him you can send in to share,” Meng Yao turns his face out of the spray to say, earning himself a heartfelt, “Oh fuck you,” that makes his laughter bounce off the walls of the tiny closet of a bathroom when Nie Mingjue turns to head back out into the rest of the room.

Xichen, when he arrives just as Meng Yao is finishing his rinse, plasters himself to his back and crowds him under the weak spray with eager kisses along his neck and shoulder that make Meng Yao laugh, quieter this time, as he reaches back to pat clumsily at Lan Xichen’s thigh.

“Hi, Huan-ge,” he hums. Xichen nuzzles into his hair and wraps strong arms around his chest to hold him close as he turns them around with shuffling steps to sigh as the cool water hits his back. Meng Yao chuckles again and leans his head to the side to pillow his cheek on Xichen’s bicep, eyes drifting shut to better appreciate the contrast of smooth, warm skin and the cool slide of water between and over them both tangled up together.

They stay there like that for long, quiet minutes, just standing together under the water, swaying ever so slightly as Xichen hums something that they’d had on in the car earlier under his breath. Meng Yao relaxes his (yes, sore) neck a little further until his cheek is fully smushed against Xichen’s arm, lazy and utterly unconcerned with how he looks. He’s just held and comfortable in the too-dim bathroom of a Motel 6 in some tiny town where no one but his boyfriends knows him.

They’ll be gone in the morning, a few strange faces in a rotating cast of them through this place, a battered blue car on the road going somewhere no one around them will care about. Meng Yao feels the weight of years fall off his shoulders in the anonymity of it, secure in the knowledge that he won’t be lost, he’s still known by the most important people in his life and they’re right here with him, but outside of his partners no one else cares.

It’s more freeing than he would’ve ever expected.

They get out of the shower when Xichen decides to unstick himself from Meng Yao’s back with a few parting kisses tender enough to make Meng Yao’s eyes sting. Xichen pats him dry, smiling, with the scratchy motel towels that smell of strong industrial bleach. Meng Yao returns the favor with another identical towel, ruffling up Xichen’s long hair for good measure to stop it dripping on his shoulders and making his boyfriend wrinkle his nose at him when he emerges from the towel, rumpled and soft around the edges.

“Hi,” Meng Yao says again and earns a kiss to the tip of his nose for it. The careful brush of knuckles against his cheek.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Not fair not fair not fair. Meng Yao tries not to melt at the tenderness in Xichen’s voice and realizes immediately that that will be impossible while stuck in this tiny bathroom looking up at him and his stupid kind eyes. He needs Mingjue.

He returns the kiss to his nose with a smacking one to Xichen’s bare chest and then he’s wrapping his towel around his waist to head out into the room again in search of something sharper to force him back into the shape of his body.

Mingjue’s sitting on the edge of the bed nearer the door still in just his jeans, hunched over enough to rest his elbow on his knee to better hold the room’s phone to his ear. Meng Yao climbs up onto the bed behind him and knee-walks his way across the slippery (stained? Ew) bedspread to drape himself over his back the way Xichen had done to him in the shower, arms over Nie Mingjue’s shoulders and his cheek resting against the back of his head.

“I told you Xichen left food in the fridge for you to have for dinner,” Mingjue snaps in the way he only talks to Nie Huaisang – beleaguered and affectionate in equal parts. Meng Yao has been reliably informed that that’s simply the curse of having a little brother. He privately thinks his own brother wouldn’t feel like that if they were on speaking terms. (Or...’acknowledging each other’s existences’ terms.)

Nie Mingjue covers his eyes with his free hand at whatever Nie Huaisang says in reply. Meng Yao ghosts his fingertips up and down the familiar contours of Nie Mingjue’s chest as he focuses more on the vibration of his boyfriend’s voice thrumming through him where they’re pressed together chest-to-back while Xichen putters around them, getting dressed and turning down the covers on the other bed for the evening.

“Okay, fine, whatever, but if you spend all of your allowance eating at every restaurant in town I’m not giving you more. It’s your choice, money for the arcade for the week or dinners with your boyfriend.”

Meng Yao smiles a little as Nie Huaisang whines on the other end of the line, too garbled up for him to hear from here, and brings one hand up to card lazily through Mingjue’s hair, brushing it back from his too-warm forehead.

“Alright, A-Sang, whatever! Did you go help Zonghui with the gym today like I asked?”

Meng Yao ducks down a bit to start pressing featherlight kisses along the shell of Mingjue’s ear, smiling when his boyfriend leans his head further to the side to allow it as well as hold the phone receiver between his shoulder and his head to grab Meng Yao’s hands in both of his to squeeze his fingers, raise them to his mouth to nip at his fingertips in between his own little kisses in return.

Meng Yao sharpens his kisses into little bites the longer Mingjue spends hemming and hawing to his brother on the phone, until finally he’s gnawing on his boyfriend’s earlobe (much to Xichen’s entertainment where he’s pretending to meditate on the other bed) and Mingjue gives up with a huff of irritation, sitting up straight again abruptly and catching the receiver before it can fall away from his ear.

“A-Sang I have to go, we need to order dinner and get to sleep. I’ll call you tomorrow night, okay?”

Meng Yao smirks in triumph as Mingjue practically slams the phone down to turn and tackle him to the bed, teeth bared as he lunges in to return the favor with hard bites up and down the expanse of Meng Yao’s entire neck.

“No fair!” he gasps around breathless laughter, “I only went for your ear!!”

“I’ll order dinner,” Xichen offers, reaching for the phone and the laminated page of listings for restaurants that deliver in the area off the nightstand. Meng Yao doesn’t even have time to chide him for this betrayal in not rescuing him before Mingjue is kissing him hard and dirty, fitting all the too-soft parts of him that Xichen drags out into the light with barely an effort back under the surface where they belong.

For now.

Xichen orders dinner and Meng Yao makes Mingjue leave him be long enough to get dressed in lounge pants at least before the pizza arrives. They all pile into the bed they won’t be sleeping in to eat, sitting cross-legged with knees knocking and toes brushing ankles, dinner piled up between and around them on the bedspread that has absolutely seen worse than some stray pizza grease. Meng Yao lets the feeling of it settle into his bones, and he decides that before this road trip is over he’s going to tell them both that he loves them. Out here, where it’s just them and the road and a string of motels they’ll never see again, he feels like this is the way he can say it first.

Unwatched.

Unmonitored.

Just a man who loves his chosen People.

One of many.

[masterjacobofficialblog]

What is Jacob's favorite thing to do during the summer?

His fav things are

[elilelibeli]

absolute wreck of a week, protesting horrible government decisions, deadlines in all 9 subjects I am doing right now, finishing a project and simultaneously starting a new one at work, I broke my favorite ring, it’s sunday and it’s not even a race week so like overall a bummer week BUT

Yacht AU???? Marlene&Lily have a yacht and they are running it. Rich people rent the crew (this is Marlene,Lily&boys) and the yacht for a summer and travel around and have parties and all that.

This summer those said rich people are Pandora&Dorcas joined with Reg, Barty and Evan.

The crew kinda hates “the rich” usually because they are boring, weird, old, disrespectful and overall just not pleasant and they expect the same old, same old when they have a reservation with one named Dorcas Meadows like they imagine an obnoxious rick Lady but they are kind of pleasantly surprised to see them and they are all hot! but also more annoyed because they now think it’s those type of I am rich, I can do anything young people. BUT opinions are changed, relationships are formed, parties are partied and islands are explored.

I do not know anything about yachts or water travel at all for that matter. I am terrified of large bodies of water at night and from what experience I have kayaking I would absolutely be useless on a boat BUT I need serotonin right now and forced proximity, kinda tense vibes, sexually charged voyage sound damn fucking good to me.

[pompoenwolkjes]

This is FAR from done BUT I want to try to participate in the @ficwip word games. Cause it does motivate me to work a bit more on my wips hehehe

Please have this snippet from my yacht au with the word from this week: start

As Ms Hwang is finishing her last bit of red wine, Chan allows a small spark of hope to grow inside of him, maybe they’ll be able to get out of this unscathed after all. Maybe this really was just an invitation to get to know Chan more, or at least to politely pretend to. Maybe she felt obligated, seeing how much time he’s spending with her son. Either way, he can’t wait to take his leave and get Hyunjin out of there.   All hope flies out the window when she puts her glass down, a flicker of a smirk pulling at her lips as she zeroes in on the way Hyunjin’s shoulders ever so slightly started to relax. He probably assumed, like Chan did, that they were off the hook for now.  Like this is all part of a carefully set up play, Ms Hwang feigns nonchalance as she trails her finger over the rim of her glass. “Really darling, you know I’ve never said anything about you inviting all those people in your bed. I can understand wanting to have some fun but this has been going on for long enough now, don’t you think. Maybe it’s time to stop stringing this poor boy along, hm? After two weeks he’ll still be on his boat while you’re chatting up the next thing that catches Jeongin’s eye.” She’s not even addressing Hyunjin anymore, looking straight at Chan. And if Chan wasn’t so sure that the woman staring him down had no ounce of empathy inside of her, the look in her eyes could be mistaken for pity. Hyunjin seems to fold more into himself with every word that spills from his mother’s lips. Looking so small. Like a piece of origami paper that has turned over to its limit but is being crumpled even more. Chan can clearly see how much her presence is affecting him. How Hyunjin can’t help but read between every line in search of some hidden jab. Like she wants him to.  And really, she couldn’t have picked a better time to start tearing them apart. They’ve done all the dirty work themselves, unraveling at the seams, just for her to tug and have it coming apart completely.  She chose the one time where there’s no one to speak up for him. Jeongin isn’t there and Chan can’t, won’t. Any other time he would but not tonight.

[missyourflight]

you've written SEVERAL of my favourite fics... and i'm not just saying that...

come over and kill some time genuinely makes me INSANE and i think about that girl max OFTEN and that scenario and it's just so fucking perfect and i re-read it all the time...

whole new kinds of weather is truly one of the tenderest fics i've read and it sticks in my mind so much!!!! i genuinely spend so much time thinking about it and i read it all the time. the last section makes me *spiral eyes emoji* with how hot it is and then you punch me with the tenderness!!!!!

tomorrow on every shore THEE fic of all time !!!!! genuinely i have been feeling insane about it since i first read it. i love a well-fleshed out au and this was perfection... i love love love how you handled the ensemble, how you included the oc's, how you made max and daniel so perfect and so lovely and honestly it's also just so fucking hot and tender!!!! end me !!!!!!!!!!!

ahh thank you so much ❤️ it does make me happy when people like the shorter stories too, especially considering there is So much good fic in F1 that's longer

i'm glad you like the below deck OCs - i've never really written OCs before and i ended up just basing them on some classic below deck stew archetypes: antipodean party stew, stew who would rather be working the deck, chief stew daisy from sailing yacht (beloved)