Hello! My name is Sea, my pronouns are he/him, and I’m an RPF writer and Eurovision enjoyer! I don’t mind if you don’t vibe with it but please do not be negative.
I am gay and write about gay things. My main muses are Joost, Käärijä and Baby Lasagna. I really really like Käärijä lmao
🪼Socials 🐳
- AO3: l0st_at_sea
- Twitter/X: sea_s_ickness
- Tumblr: well, you’re already here, aren’t you?
🌊General Things🌀
- Minors please do not interact! I WRITE SMUT!!
- I try to get something posted every Monday morning CST. I may fall through on this. I have a lot of Shit going on </3
- Please do not share my works outside of the fandom or with any of their subjects! These are works of fiction and I do not intend to disrespect or make anyone uncomfortable
💧Main Ships🩵
I mostly write about the following:
- Marko/Baby Lasagna x Joost Klein (x Alex/bbno$)
- Bojan x Jere/Käärijä (x Tommy Cash)
- and you’ll tend to find a lot of rearranging of these characters’ pairings, and big polycule content ;)
I’ll keep my thoughts and fic updates contained to my Tumblr and my Twitter so I don’t clog up my notes anymore lol
Hope to make some RPF writer friends and meet other Eurovision fans! I love all kinds of creativity
Will hopefully see you on AO3 for a new chapter or fic soon!
The moment they step inside, Bojan leans against a wall and pulls Jere flush against him. Their lips meet again, neither wasting any of the short amount of time they have together before Bojan has to be at the airport.
"Can we pretend like you just got off the stage, and you saw me in the crowd?" Bojan mumbles against Jere's lips.
"I saw you in the crowd," Jere repeats, and means it. He wonders if Bojan knows just how well he did see him last night. "I think you really liked watching me," he murmurs and tugs at Bojan's hair.
I'll keep you like an oath on ao3
This fic is part 2 of the Dopamin series but can be read independently
Part 1: Molecules of you on ao3
Considering the practicality of splitting Tommy's chapter into two because I'm at like 12k words already and if it gets any longer I'm afraid it'll be too big for one chapter... but I don't wanna interrupt the flow of the chapters... agh
“Who the fuck is that?” Bojan shouts and two strange hands sneak in the frame of the picture he’s just taking.
Jere perks up. “You see him too?!” he asks, audibly excited. “That’s Titty Grab Bojan!”
“Who?”
Bojan and Jere have just taken a silly selfie, heads leaning close. The dressing room they’re in is somehow, miraculously, devoid of other people right now, even though just a moment ago it was all hustle and bustle in there. Apart from this weird stranger whose hands are now snaking even closer to Jere.
Now that Bojan looks again, the man definitely looks like him, even though he’s less sweaty right now. But–
“Yes, he sometimes just appear.” Jere shrugs, and Bojan watches in horror as Titty Grab Bojan reaches his hand over Jere’s pecks. Jere even offers him a handful and shakes his chest towards him a little.
“I always think I imagine him. But you see him too?”
“Yes I see him!” Bojan swats away Titty Grab Bojan’s hands and steps in front of Jere. “Why is he doing that?”
Jere grins. “I think he is harmless, it’s–”
“Excuse me,” Titty Grab Bojan says, pushing Bojan a little, “could you please scoot over a bit so I can–”
“No!” Bojan exclaims and pushes back. “What do you think you’re doing?”
Titty Grab Bojan shrugs and pushes his hand through his hair. The gesture is so familiar to Bojan his stomach lurches. “Can’t you see?” Titty Grab Bojan says. “I’m feeling him up.”
“Why?”
“Well, someone has to.”
“What do you mean, ‘someone has to’?” Bojan huffs. He’s stuck in bizarro world, where this freak doppelgänger is trying to get a handful of Jere.
“This is fun,” Jere interjects, and Bojan glances at him. Why is he so okay with this, this… creature, being here, molesting him? “It’s like that ring movie. You are Klonkku.”
Bojan’s even more lost. “Who?”
Titty Grab Bojan grins. “He means Gollum,” he says with smugness. “I think you’re Gollum, by the way. Smeagol is the nice one.”
Bojan shakes his head. “What’s that got to do with–” The conversation is totally getting away from him. “Jere please, will you explain what’s going on?”
“I don’t know why he come,” Jere shrugs. “Sometimes I think of you and–”
“And what?” Bojan asks in a small voice. “How?”
“Sometimes he just appear,” Jere continues. “When I think of you, touching me. But he never stays. Just does… that. I always think I imagine it.”
“That’s right.” Titty Grab Bojan crosses his arms. He sounds disapproving. “He thinks of you, and since you don’t have the guts to do what he dreams of, someone has to step up!”
“Someone,” Bojan repeats. “You?”
“Yes, I’m the one to do it,” Titty Grab Bojan huffs. “Since you can’t seem to be the man for the task.”
Annoyance rises in Bojan. Who is this imposter to tell him about… anything? “Well excuse me for not sleazing my way into Jere’s pants by–”
“By what? Giving him what he wants?”
“He doesn’t—” Bojan splutters, glancing at Jere who’s following the conversation with great interest. “We’re not like—”
Titty Grab Bojan sneers. “Not like that? And why is that?”
“I–”
“Yeah, thought so. Do you need help?” Titty Grab Bojan is smiling slyly now. “We could double-team him, there are plenty of positions–”
“What?” Bojan is horrified at the suggestion. “No, of course not–”
“–Eiffel tour is really nice from what I hear, not sure what a spitroast is but–”
“Shut the fuck up,” Bojan hisses.
“I’m only here to do what you won’t,” Titty Grag Bojan’s stabs keep coming. “I’ll be the man that you won't.”
And that’s it, Bojan’s had enough. “Well fuck off!” he shouts. “Because tonight I am that man!”
Finally, silence. Bojan’s outburst shuts up Titty Grab Bojan, at least temporarily.
For a while, no one says anything.
“Bojan?” Jere’s voice beside him is small.
Bojan turns to look at him, still angry. “I love your tits,” he says quickly, before losing his nerve. “And your belly. And thighs.”
A slow smile emerges on Jere’s face. “Bojan?”
“And I’m sorry that I didn’t know you’d be into–”
“Into what?” Jere’s brow furrows. “Bojan, I’m into you.”
“I didn’t… I didn’t know,” Bojan breathes, because he didn’t. How should he have?
“How the fuck you not know?” Jere asks, waving his arm. “I know, everyone know. He knows! Universe knows!”
“I’m sorry–” Bojan starts to say, but Jere has other ideas and shuts Bojan up with ease.
When they break the kiss, they are alone.
Jere looks around “Oh, he gone? That’s sad.” He looks at Bojan with a twinkle in his eye. “I think I maybe like two Bojans.”
“Oh, no,” Bojan says, shaking his head. “No. You get me, that’s it.”
Ugh I wanna do art for Upside Down Inside Out so bad but I don’t have that artistic capability nor commitment to draw five people in one image and I don’t have the money to commission someone for it 💔 Maybe I’ll try to draw it myself later
