#( jia threads. )

[dailydanielchoi]

closed starter for @jiakim who: daniel choi and jia kim where: jia's house, deer park.

One of Daniel’s favorite things about moving to Blue Harbor and living in Deer Park was that he was always just the shortest walk away from his sister. Growing up, he’d experience a lot of instability, but since he met Jia she had become the singular constant. The time that they had spent apart both when separated by the Chicago foster care system, and when he had decided to pursue his law degree in New York had been terribly difficult. It was one of the reasons he had left the hustle, bustle and opportunity of New York. Daniel knew his family – his sister was more important than any opportunities he might have passed up. So, he currently found himself leaning back against the plush cushions of Jia’s couch, almost feeling more at home here than in his own house. “I appreciate you inviting me over, Jee,” Daniel said. “But are you going to feed me?” he asked with an exaggerated pout on his lips.

[fadinglights]

tensions  have  lingered  between  them,  sparked  by  what  she  perceived  as  a  jealous  outburst  at  the  party  and  the  added  weight  of  another  failed  relationship  of  his,  somehow  linked  to  her.  it's  an  unusual  scenario  for  the  best  friends,  yet  it  hasn't  deterred  her  from  fulfilling  the  commitment  to  the  trip  as  promised.  however,  the  initially  planned  four-person  adventure  has  dwindled  down  to  just  the  two  of  them.  “i  guess  it’s  just  us.”  she  mutters,  folding  her  arms  around  her  chest  in  response  to  her  brother's  text  message.  she  then  ambles  over  to  the  fireplace,  poking  at  the  fire  with  subtle  frustration.  “this  was  mj’s  idea.”  she  grumbles  under  her  breath  —  well,  as  long  as  he’s  still  paying  for  the  getaway. / @decadentias

[theknifeinyou]

@finalgayss wanted jia chen

"You're not laughing, c'mon, that was funny!" Jia pouted towards the other, hands on her hips. "I'm trying to be the cheering up type of friend, what good am I if I can't cheer you up?"

[iinexorabile]

smth smth, this blogs muses have a main connected universe via their fandomless au's

[rosiesnepobackup]

[ from the @jialline for @alsoaless ]           annoyance  crosses her features when she spots him out of the corner of her eye,  and she hopes it doesn't intersect the current networking she's doing at the lowell hotel,  though the person seems to scurry off once they get her contact information.  he may have blocked her first,  but she blocked him back for her own piece of mind  -  so why was he here?    "you're like a leech,"   jia deadpans as he approaches her,  and jia's a nice girl,  until her patience is tested  -  and alessandro has certainly tested her patience more than a few times.  she wonders if it's too late to play dumb,  play josie.   "if you're looking for jia,"  she says,  and really  -  she hadn't had the time to hide her beauty mark,  so if he knew the singular difference between her and josie,  she was screwed  -  "she's not around. and also doesn't want to see you."

[seolinah]

closed for @mdnghtrcin // this ft. jia x junho

Jia's less worried about being spotted as she makes her way towards the second apartment that's leased under a different name. No one really pays attention to her without probable cause and she's been working on staying under the radar for once. Typing in the code, she pulls open the door and steps inside. Dropping her bag to the ground, she heads inside and smiles as she spots Junho sitting at the counter. She throws her arms around his middle as she comes up behind him, resting her head on his shoulder. "What are you up to?" she asks, peering over his shoulder nosily.

[peccatoriius]

open to: m/f/nb plot ideas: first hookup, drunken night between two people (co-workers,etc), fwb, forbidden sh*t, anything goes.

“ can you uh, ” jia paused, glancing up towards the other, a sly grin on her lips. “ can you use your mouth again ? i really liked that. ”

[absolutesort]

day 28 — frankie & dylan.

setting :    living room  /   casa amor.

time :  idk sometime in the afternoon but obviously before the big game. 

featuring :    dylan, her best friend in the world, dont hate her  @cruelsxmmcr​

dylan.

he had noticed frankie rushing inside after the whole race and consequent naked laps, but with adela following her first, he figured he’d check up on her later. he sits next to her, bumping his shoulder to hers. “not going to lie, i never thought we’d streak together.” or with josh and val. but frankie and josh is the most shocking of it all. “day one’s not over yet and it’s already crazy.” he’s very rarely the type to want alone time, but after everything, he doesn’t mind some quiet time right now. 

frankie.

“really?” frankie responds, a bubble of bright blue gum snapping back against her lips. “that’s funny. i’ve always dreamed of streaking with you. it’s like the number one fun bonding activity for future inlaws. maybe callie and naomi are doing it in the other villa, too.” smirking, she shoves her shoulder back against his, then drops her weight back against the sofa cushions, legs lifting to tuck over his lap. “tell me about it. i’m wiped.” yawning, she tucks her head into one of the cushions, curling up like a cat. “y’wanna take a nap with me?” frankie asks, foot kicking against dylan’s thigh. “i’m a really good big spoon. and a little one. i just like spooning, really.” half-asleep, she blows another bubble of gum, only opening her eyes to see how large it’s gotten. 

dylan.

he lets out a loud laugh at her words. “you dreamed a little too hard, i reckon, but hey, your dreams just came true. true, we’re now bonded on a much deeper level.” he looks at her with a dimpled grin, moving to rest his arms over her legs. “oh yeah, mate, i’d kill for a nap right now. i need to be able to last through tonight.” he reaches to pop the bubble. “oops.” he grins. “okay, i’m the big spoon, you’re the little spoon. with arms like these, i give the best hugs and cuddles.”

frankie. 

"wow,“ frankie responds, astonished when dylan pops her bubble. "that’s like… dirty.” or at least it feels it somehow, swallowing the gum as he nestles in behind her for a nap. she wonders how much gum she’s swallowed in her life — whether it’s really all that bad or if, when she eventually kicks it, the coroner will cut her open like a pinata to find putty sculptures coating the inside of her lungs in a bright kaleidoscope of colour.  "i told miles you have dwayne the rock johnson arms…“ frankie muses, tiredly, as she tugs one of his arms over her waist, wriggling to get comfortable. "it sucks that we can’t just share a bed later. will you read me a bedtime story?” even though it’s 4pm, and the evening’s entertainment hasn’t even begun. she trusts that someone will wake them in time, and she’ll throw on a sequin boob tube, throw her hair in a bun, apply some lipstick in about five seconds flat and call it a day.

dylan.

"you lost the race and made me run around the villa naked, so i pop your gum bubble,“ he says like he’s retaliating, playfully narrowing his eyes at her before he lies down behind her. he’s so tired he’ll probably be out within the next ten minutes. he needs that nap if has to be his usual cheery self tonight, especially since there’s definitely going to be entertainment. "hell yeah, my arms being compared to the rock’s? that’s a grade A compliment.” he only wishes he can have the rock’s physique. his arm goes around the blonde’s waist, pulling her closer to him in a comforting cuddle. “mate, i know. i’m salty about that.” it’s like the producers are setting these rules with the sole purpose of tempting them to fuck up. he’ll probably end up sleeping outside, else he would’ve shared a bed with frankie if he could. “you want an australian tale?” he remembers a lot of them, all dating back to the days his grandparents would read him and callie stories as kids.

frankie.

eyes half-shut, her focus on the world is slipping, as if somebody had cranked up the dimmer switch. “i’ve got your gross germs in my mouth until i die, now,” she sighs, the only weight behind it being the vague desire to wind him up. she’s probably the least likely person in this villa to care about germs, a strident believer in the thirty-second rule when a sandwich hits the floor, licker of anything sticky she comes across and a serial minesweeper for abandoned drinks in clubs. “yeah. obviously. i’m great at compliments.” her hand fastens over dylan’s when he draws her closer, nuzzling into the warm contact. if one of their new roommates walked in right now, they might get the wrong impression, which probably wouldn’t help either of their chances at getting to know the bombshells ( a good thing, depending on who you asked ). still, it would be funny to fuck with them. frankie almost suggests as much, but she’s too tired for planning the mechanics of half-baked ploys right now, safe and sleepy in the comfort of dylan’s arms. “yeah, why not. does it have spiders? i love those freaky little fuckers.”

dylan.

"you’ll be fine. you like picking noses for dares, apparently,“ he retorts, a smile curving up his lips, although she can’t see it. he’s already shut his eyes and pretty much disconnected from everything happening around him, save for the conversation he’s happening with frankie. after having to hear four people tell him he’s made out a fool, all he wants is to think of something else. "spend one day with me and callie over there and you’ll meet like five different kinds. you’ll befriend them right away,” he says, keeping frankie close to him, arms tight. “i don’t think there’s a tale about spiders. there are ones about wombats, emus, and possums though.”

[kookslastbutton]

what love feels like ༓ myg (m)

✑ Summary: Being a mother to a beautiful baby girl and wife to an adoring husband is the most rewarding feeling in the world. But you also work a full-time job, are overtired most of the time, stressed, don't have any alone time, look very different than eight years ago, and sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs on you until one day, all of your deepest insecurities rear their ugly head–that your husband might not love you as much anymore and someone could take him away from you.

Pairing: husband!yoongi x reader

AU/genre: angst, fluff, smut, marriage au

Rating: M, 18+

Word Count: 6.7k+

Warnings: swearing, both Yoongi and oc are in their 30s, mom and full-time worker!oc, reserved!dad!yoongi, lack of intimacy, mentions of body insecurities post-pregnancy, mentions of fear of abandonment, mentions of jealousy. irrational worries, built-up stress, light fighting, silent treatment, stubbornness, lots of reassurance, nightmares, cute backstory of how they met, a lot of ily, Yoongi and oc being good parents 🥹, Yoongi calls oc doll, and explicit sexual content

sexual warnings: swearing, kissing, neck kisses, pleading, banter, dirty talk, doll petname, asking for consent, b**b squeezing & sucking, hair threading, penetration, f*ngering, big d*ck!yoongi, growling, missi*nary, eye contact, tearing up, c*ming together

Now Playing: Breathing by Anne Marie

a/n: Okay this was for Yoon's bday. Based on the poll, husband!Yoon won. Was intended to be a Drabble but well...heh 😅 Anyway, I had a lot of fun writing this fic and Yoon is just such a good hubby for responding well to these very relatable insecurities. (Low-key love this couple...) I'm sorry for any typos or warnings i missed! I checked and double checked but a few might have slipped. Enjoy! Anyway please enjoy! 🥰

“So, you're Jia's father, huh? I don’t think I've seen you here before, and I’m sure I would have recognized you.”

With his back straight and arms folded, Yoongi gives the woman in front of him a quick once-over. Mid-40s, freshly single, and definitely in need of some companionship. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out; she’s been talking his ear off for the past twenty minutes like he’s some kind of remedy to all her problems.

Honestly, he just swung by to pick up his four-year-old from daycare after another grueling day at work. But the moment he walked in, it was as if all the single moms latched onto him like a flock of hungry geese. This one’s name is Sandra in particular.

It reminds him of his college basketball days, how the cheerleaders all too eagerly swarmed around him after sinking the winning shot at the championship game. Shame he was too busy eyeing the girl in the stands to care, her face buried behind a book twice as big as her head. Who reads an 800-page novel during the playoffs anyway?

Fate, as one may call it, intervened about a week later when his best friend became said girl’s lab partner. Yoongi didn’t make any sudden moves at first, but well, he did make her his wife three years later.

“It’s just so nice to finally meet the father of such a sweet child. Especially considering how many dads tend to take a backseat in their child's early years.” Is she still going on? Yoongi does his best to stay present, though it’s proving unsuccessful. “And Jia truly is an angel! It’s clear you’re doing a wonderful job raising her, even with a full-time job and all.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows knit together at the somewhat odd choice of words. “Thanks,” he drawls out, noticing her pupils dilating with every breath. “Most of the credit goes to my wife though. She’s a great mom to Jia.”

“Jia’s m-mom?” Sandra stutters, her mouth slightly agape. Yoongi senses the gears turning in her head as she struggles to process the unexpected presence of his wife. Tempting as it is, he holds down a smirk. Of course, he’s a happily married man–for nearly eight years now.

“Yeah,” he replies simply. “She’s usually the one to pick up our daughter from daycare, but she’s been working a lot of overtime lately. I thought I'd come instead so she can get some rest."

“Oh, well that’s very–“

“Daddy! Daddy, you’re here!” The sound of a familiar high-pitched voice, along with a light pattering of feet, diverts both adult’s attention.

“Hey kid.” Yoongi effortlessly lifts the small child once in front of him, securing her in his arms. “Have fun today?”

Jia gives an enthusiastic nod, bright red ribbons in her hair bouncing cutely as she does. Proudly, she shows him the drawing she made.

“See? It’s me, you, and mommy!” She makes sure to point to each part of the picture with her pointer finger.

Yoongi gently takes the artwork from his daughter’s hand and lets out a soft chuckle. “Now this is what I call a masterpiece! Mommy’s gonna love hanging this one on the fridge. How about I hold onto this and you go grab your backpack, okay?”

As soon as Jia’s feet touch the carpeted floor again, she races off to her cubby in the far corner of the room. Yoongi shoots Sandra a final glance before slowly following behind. “We got to get going, but nice meeting you.”

“You…too.” Sandra’s response is more than disappointed as she watches the father-daughter duo make their way out of the building. Evidently, Min Yoongi isn’t the single dad she originally assumed. Funny, she swore there wasn’t a wedding band in sight. Maybe she missed it.

“No, I’m sorry but I’m certain we haven’t used any of your services in the last six months. My husband canceled it in late October.”

With one hand, you grip your cell phone up to an ear while the other pops open the dishwasher. You’ve been on the phone with the cable company for half an hour, trying to make sense of an unexpected charge that appeared on your bank account this morning. You consider yourself more patient than most, yet after working all day, a pile of laundry waiting to be washed, and dinner threatening to burn on the stove, the last thing you have time for is arguing with your old service provider.

“I understand, ma’am, and I apologize for any confusion. I’m taking a look at my records and they’re all showing me that—oh wait a second.”

The young man on the opposite end of the line interrupts his own thought, piquing your concern in the process.

“What did you say your last name is?”

You answer and in an instant, you’re met with a thousand rushed apologies; something about getting the account names mixed up in their system. It’s difficult to decipher everything you hear with the front door being thrust open that very moment.

“Mommy, where are you? We’re home!” Your daughter not so subtly announces her presence from the foyer. She kicks off her shoes, hangs her backpack on the designated wall hook, and then rushes to the kitchen upon catching a brief glimpse of your shirt.

“It’s alright, these mistakes happen.” You hang up the call and turn around to find Jia only steps away, a big goofy grin on her face. Infectious, you break out into a smile yourself and swoop her up.

“Hey honey, I missed you so much!” You kiss the side of your daughter’s head as she wraps her small arms around your neck. “You look so pretty with all these ribbons in your hair! Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?”

Being that you were called into work earlier than usual this morning, Yoongi was the one who got Jia dressed and ready for daycare. You’re delightfully surprised by the results.

“Mmhm,” Jia nods, twirling a couple of strands of hair between her thumb and forefinger. “But Daddy pulls too much!”

“Maybe if someone had listened and stopped fussing when I told her, I wouldn’t have accidentally yanked on her hair when I was reaching for her favorite Hello Kitty scrunchie.” Yoongi joins you both in the kitchen, walking over to press a quick peck on your lips while tenderly caressing the small of your back. The gesture soothes you of your earlier frustrations. “Who was that on the phone? Cable company?”

“Yeah, they canceled the charge. Wrong account.” As you reiterate the entire mix-up, your eyes wander all over your husband. He’s especially handsome tonight, given his perfectly tousled black hair and navy blue blazer flowing over his body. It’s tastefully oversized with a clean, white top paired underneath. You, on the other hand, are sporting a raggedy old t-shirt and stained sweatpants.

There was a time when you used to put a shit ton more effort into your appearance. It was before you got pregnant with Jia, back when you and Yoongi were going out on weekly dates. Neither of you has that kind of time anymore, or energy for that matter. You didn’t believe the other moms when they told you the romance takes a nose dive after you have your first kid. Yet here you are, proven wrong again.

Being parents to a beautiful baby girl is likely the most rewarding feeling in the world for you and Yoongi. You don’t remember the last time the two of you got real quality alone time though. And sex? Well, that hasn’t happened in weeks. The gravity of the situation weighs more on you with each passing day to be honest. Sure, you’re not the same person you used to be eight years ago, but shouldn’t you and Yoongi still make time for at least a little intimacy?

“How was picking up Jia by the way?” You look at Yoongi who merely shrugs nonchalantly in response.

“It was fine. Nothing too out of the ordinary,” Yoong gives you another peck before heading up the stairs to your bedroom. “I’m gonna go get changed. Why don’t you show Mommy the drawing you did Jia?”

“A drawing?” You shift your attention to your daughter whose eyes sparkle like diamonds upon mention. “We should put it up on the fridge then. Let’s take a look hmm?”

“It’s in my backpack! My new friend and I were drawing together. Her name is Mi-Sun.” Jia continues telling you all about her friend Mi-Sun as you make your way to the front door where her backpack hangs. You’re fully engaged until the very end. “Daddy made a new friend too!” she joyously claps her hands together, not realizing the depth of her remark.

“Oh, who’s Daddy’s new friend honey?” You ask, staying as calm as possible.

“Ms. Cho! They were talking for a really long time today.”

Ms. Cho? You think back to all the moms you’ve met at daycare. Somehow you can’t recall ever hearing or meeting a Ms. Cho. She must be a single mom, you deduce. Was she new? What did she look like? And why didn’t Yoongi mention her when you asked?

This has to be nothing but a little small talk, an acquaintance at most. Besides, the moms at Jia’s daycare are quite a chatty bunch and Yoongi wouldn’t dare overstep any boundaries.

“Do you know what they were talking about?” You don’t enjoy asking your child for details about your husband, yet you can’t seem to help it this time.

“I dunno,” she shrugs her shoulders. "Daddy was laughing a lot."

Suddenly, the self-assurance you gave yourself earlier slips away; seemingly useless given the queasy feeling building in the pit of your stomach.

For the remainder of the night, you purposely dodge every attempt your husband makes to kiss, touch, and hold you. You’ve even begun responding to his questions in one-word answers and at times, with nothing at all.

Yes, you’re being petty; more than usual. The silent treatment frustrates Yoongi to no end and it isn’t very mature of you, but neither is refusing to tell your wife that some single mom was flirting with you in front of your kid! Okay, so maybe that's an exaggeration. Maybe it all sums up to a harmless conversation, but it’s not like you know either way with Yoongi being as reserved as he is. It brings you back to your early dating days when he wouldn’t think to tell you about various aspects of his day; who he ate breakfast with that morning or the one classmate of his that wouldn’t leave him alone for two semesters.

Truth be told, you're simply hoping that your husband will bring up the topic first, without having to be the classic nagging wife. You’re a jealous person by nature so it’s not a simple task. Even now as you fold the first batch of laundry on your shared bed, him on the other side doing the same, you struggle to keep from blurting everything out.

“So,” Yoongi fluffs up a clean pillowcase before sliding it onto one of the bed pillows. “How was work?”

What a basic question, you grumble internally. Is that all he’s got? “Was okay,” you reply. “The usual.”

“You must be tired from the day. Did you get to lie down at all?” Yoongi picks up another pillowcase, repeating the process as before. When he glances your way, it’s clear something’s on your mind. You’ve started pairing Jia’s socks far more aggressively than normal and you’re holding back your responses. “Did you hear me, doll? Or am I going deaf here?” The sarcastic chuckle distracts you from your task, forcing your attention.

You’re about to respond when your eyes briefly flicker down to his hands, his left one in particular. Where's his wedding ring? Yoongi always wears it no matter what. The same sick feeling from before returns tenfold. No wonder that Ms. Cho was all over him–she must have thought he was single.

“No, I didn’t get to lie down Yoongi. I worked all day, came home and made dinner, called the cable guy to get that stupid bill figured out, and now I’m doing the second load of laundry. I’m really just not in the mood to chat.” It comes out a blur as you snatch the empty laundry basket and head for your washer and dryer, your eyes welling up with tears.

“__, wait.” Yoongi tosses the last pillow near the headboard and stops you in your tracks, his hand firmly gripping one end of the laundry basket. The intensity of his stare softens as he speaks. “I'm sorry if it seems like I'm forcing you to talk. I know you've been losing a lot of sleep recently between work, Jia, and upkeeping the house. We just don't get a lot of time to see each other anymore and I miss you…I miss talking to you."

With every ounce of self-control remaining, you hold back any tears that risk spilling out. You don't know why you're acting like this, why you're crying over something that seems so small and insignificant to the rest of the world. Yoongi loves you. He's said it a million times and proven it to you over and over again, for eight years now. He wouldn’t cheat on you, yet you still get so worked up about the idea that someone could take him away from you. Someone half your age, more attractive, or hell even the opposite sex if it means fewer dark circles under their eyes.

"Why- why aren't you wearing your ring?" Your naturally confident voice dwindles to the whisper of a mouse. It's completely out of character, nevertheless, here you are.

"I..." Your husband's voice wavers. His gaze flickers to his left hand, where his ring should be, but isn't. "Shit...I took it off in the shower this morning," he confesses, frustrated by his forgetfulness. "I was in such a rush to get Jia to daycare, and me to work, that it completely slipped my mind. I'm sorry—I fully intended to put it back on." He pauses, then perks up. "It's still in the bathroom. I'll be right back, okay?"

You watch as he makes a beeline for the master bathroom, eager to rectify the situation as soon as possible. You should have kept silent what you say next, but you don't.

"No wonder the moms at Jia's daycare were so drawn to you."

"What?" Yoongi stops in his tracks. The dumbfounded expression on his face tells you that you've caught him off guard again.

"Jia told me about someone named Ms. Cho," you reluctantly continue. "The two of you were laughing and talking and–"

"Baby, don't worry about that." Seizing his chance, your husband walks back over to you and sneakily pulls the laundry basket from under your arm. He sets it on the ground after, then reaches to take your hand in his, but stubbornly you cross your arms.

"Her name's Sandra," he starts explaining. "She's a new mom at the daycare and she didn't know anyone, so she started talking to me. I got the sense she was a little overly friendly but it was all small talk, nothing more."

Still largely unsatisfied, you remain unmoved. "If it wasn't a big deal then why didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Because nothing serious happened. The majority of the conversation was her venting about her ex-husband and me wishing you were right there next to me. Please believe me. All I could think about was finally being able to come home to you after a long week with Jia in our arms."

"Really?" Well, now you're feeling guilty for avoiding him in nearly every way tonight. Guilty for believing such wild assumptions that he'd leave you for someone else over one measly conversation. Guilty for letting yourself get so worked up over a situation you, quite frankly, knew few details about.

"I mean it doll." This time, when he reaches out to grasp your wrist, he succeeds. He intertwines his fingers with yours and leads you to the edge of your bed, gently pulling you down to sit on his lap. "Do you really think I could look at anyone else the way I look at you? Or think about you the way I have for the last eight-plus years we've been married and known each other?"

You hesitate your answer, averting his eye contact. "I know but…"

"No, don't finish that. Look at me," he intercepts. "You and our daughter are the only women on my mind–24/7. I can't get either of you out of my head and I don't want to. I'm so sorry I forgot to put my wedding band back on this morning, and again tonight. I feel awful about it and I'll be more careful from now on. And another thing, when Sandra and I were talking I mentioned you multiple times. So, it's clear to her that I'm a happily married man."

The last bit of information manages to perk your ears. "You talked about me?" Your eyes widen as you finally shift your full attention to him. Yoongi eyes widen with you, amused by your sudden change of heart to look at him.

"I said my wife is an amazing mother, works too hard for her own good, and needed to rest today. Give or take a few words."

That's all? You huff to yourself. Would it been nice if your husband also thrown in that you were beautiful or stunning in that mix of compliments? Yes, yes it would have–again, you're pettiness clouds your better judgment. You're not as pissed off as before, but rather semi-irritated.

"Okay…well I guess it's fine then. I'm sorry for being short with you earlier. I shouldn't have made those rash conclusions about the ring and that woman from the daycare. It wasn't reasonable of me." You get up from his lap, yet Yoongi isn't entirely convinced that you're okay.

"There's still something you're not telling me. I can tell."

"No, there's nothing else." You waive him off, placing your hand on your bedroom doorknob "You told her you had a wife so it's fine. I need to switch the second load of laundry.”

"Come on, doll. Let's not leave things unsaid now."

Sighing at his plead, you find yourself giving into all your repressed thoughts and emotions. It swallows you up, like a tidal wave you can't stop. "Look at me Yoon. I'm sweaty, I have dark circles under my eyes, stretch marks, love handles, my hair's a mess, and all I wear are old sweats covered in stains. I'm nothing like I used to be! No wonder we aren't intimate anymore."

Yoongi rises from the bed at once, offended by the sudden digression. "Is that what this is all about? It’s not even about that single mom from daycare is it?" The truth of the matter sinks in as he speaks.

"I guess maybe so…though I'm still annoyed about that too." Great, you're back to square one again.

"Come with me, I need to show you something." Your husband gestures you to follow him, which you slowly concede to.

"What are you doing Yoon?" You both walk into the master bathroom, stopping in front of the large mirror above the sink.

"I'm showing you the woman I'm in love with and have been in love with for nearly eight years now. Sweats and all." Yoongi makes you face the mirror directly, hands around your shoulders. You have trouble stomaching the sight.

"Yoongi please, I can't. The laundry ringing off." You avoid looking into the mirror and make a move to leave the bathroom.

"Just stay with me a minute, please?" Your husband refuses to loosen his hold on you, turning your body so you're looking eye to eye. "No, you're not the same person as you were and neither am I. We're parents to a beautiful daughter now, who we love and adore. We're also overtired 90% of the time, juggling a million things at once. But there's one thing you can count on to always stay the same–my loyalty to you. I'll always be in love with you __, no matter what age you are or however way you look. There's nothing you can do to change that, so why fight it?"

Dammit. A single tear rolls down your cheek as you take in his heart-melting speech. It's not his words alone, it's the sincerity behind them. How he's repeated similar countless times before throughout your entire relationship.

"I love you, Yoon..." you choke out the words, composure fleeting.

"I love you so much, doll." He wipes the wetness of your tear with his thumb. "As far as us not being as intimate anymore, that's my fault. I don't ever want you to feel like I don't desire you every day. Why don't we send the kid to my parents this weekend and let me start making things right hmm?"

"I don't know if we can this weekend. Jia has a playdate on Saturday."

"So, I'll ask Mom to take her. She'll be happy to, trust me. We can finally watch that movie you've been dying to show me since what? December?"

"You're serious?" Your eyes light up at the mention of what is essentially a movie date. The show Yoongi's referring to is one you've been craving to see for months, yet neither of you has found the time to watch. "I've been talking about it for so long, Yoon."

"I know you have, it's why I suggested it. I've been wanting to watch it too with all the trailers you keep sending me. Plus, I'll be able to keep my beautiful wife in my arms for over two hours. That's a lot for us, especially with you being such a busy bee. I can never get you to light in one place! What's up with that, huh?"

Feeling your natural self re-emerging, you throw a playful swat to his arm and scowl at his teasing comment. "You're one to talk! You're basically a workaholic! Besides, you knew who you were marrying when you met me."

Yoongi chuckles and brings both hands to cup your cheeks, squishing them slightly. "A cutie who reads 800-page novels at a basketball game?"

"Stop babying me!" You pull his hands off your cheeks and rub them, trying to regain some composure. "I don't regret my choices, I like books. It's why I'm such a boss at work!"

"Okay, boss," he laughs. "What about what I suggested before then? I can call Mom tomorrow and ask her if she could watch Jia for the day. She'll take her to her playdate, then they can spend the rest of the day together."

It does sound nice, having the whole day with your husband.

"Okay," you agree. "Let's try."

"Good." Yoongi slides his hands down to your hips and pulls you flush against his chest. "How about we seal it with a kiss now?" You nod and he leans his head down, pressing an amazing, tender kiss to your lips. It makes you both giddy on queue.

"Read one more story, Daddy!" Jia leaps off her small, twin bed and bounds for her bookshelf. She lets out a series of giggles when a large pair of hands catch her, lifting her high into the air.

"I already read you three books kid," Yoongi says, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Bedtime." He then tucks her into her fluffy comforter, plugs in her teddy bear nightlight, and closes her bedroom door.

The next second, Jia comes running out of her room, latching onto his right leg. "I don't wanna go to bed. I wanna play!" Figures she'd be hyper at this hour.

Yoongi sighs and picks her up. "Daddy told you to go to sleep, it's not playtime. You'll have lots of time for that tomorrow when you get to see your friend." He then carries her into her room, yet she fusses in his arms; thumping her tiny fists into his chest.

"No, no, no, Daddy. I want to play!"

Sighing, Yoongi looks at his child with sharp eyes. "Jia–"

"Hey," you interrupt, entering your daughter's bedroom upon hearing the commotion down the hall. "What's going on?"

"Kid doesn't want to go to bed."

You give an empathetic look and saunter over to the pair, gently taking Jia into your arms. Yoongi places his hands on his hips as he watches you reason with your daughter.

"Jia, you know tomorrow's a big day right? You and Sana are going to go to the playground together." The child nods. "You don't want to be tired when you're playing do you?"

"No..." She shakes her head. "I want to be awake!"

"Then you need to listen to Daddy and go to sleep. That way you'll be full of energy tomorrow when you and Sana go on the swings or slide down all the big slides." You smile as Jia starts rubbing her drowsy eyes, yawning in the process.

"But I...okay," she slowly concedes, eyes fluttering shut as she gives into her sleepy state. Unsurprising to you and Yoongi, she was tired all along. But like most kids, hated going to bed.

"See?" You lay Jia in her bed and pull the covers up near her chin, giving her a light kiss on the side of her head. Yoongi bends down and does the same after you. "You just gotta talk to her a little, she'll typically fall asleep on her own."

"But I read her three of her favorite books." Yoongi shuts off the overhead light, along with the door to Jia's room, and follows you to your bedroom.

"That's different Yoon," you argue back. "Books excite her."

"She takes after you that way then." Yoongi pulls his t-shirt off, leaving him bare-chested, and climbs onto his side of the bed. You join him shortly after with your head resting on his chest and an arm thrown around his waist.

"I'm so exhausted," you yawn.

"Go to sleep, baby. I'm right here." Your husband places a hand over your wrapped arm, sending you off into a deep slumber.

Well this is just ironic. Almost 2 A.M. and you're wide awake.

What initially started as a nice, relaxing dream quickly turned into a terrible nightmare. In the dream, you woke up alone. Yoongi was gone. Jia was gone too. You can't exactly make sense of it, except for a vague memory of Jia calling another woman 'Mom'. You couldn't see her face very well, so it could've been anyone. You couldn't speak either, so even when you tried approaching the three, they couldn't hear you. You've had nightmares plenty of times, but this one is new. It's a clear projection of all the underlying concerns upheaved from earlier; insecurities, abandonment, loss, and it has you unsettled.

You glance over to your husband's side of the bed. He's fast asleep, no longer cuddling you due to you both flip-flopping in your sleep. You decide to slide closer to him, needing to watch him for a while. It might sound weird, but you love watching him sleep. He's so handsome and you feel a great deal of comfort doing so. Maybe if he was awake, you'd tell him about what you dreamt. Then again...maybe not.

"I love you Yoon," you whisper as quietly as you can, tracing his every facial feature with your eyes.

"'m, I love you too."

Is he-was he awake? As if caught red-handed, you quickly flit your face away in favor of the blank ceiling above. You weren't expecting him to answer at all, and in such a hoarse voice too. You're a little turned on by it to be honest.

"Can't sleep?" he speaks up again, eyes still closed.

"No, I''ll be okay though. You can go back to sleep. Don't worry."

He grunts, a tad unhappy with your dismissal of him. "Do you want to talk about it? Your dream?"

You whip your head in his direction. "How–" You pause, seeing his eyes blink open.

"I didn't meet you just yesterday, doll. I know they keep you up. Just know, I'm always here okay? Always." He reaches for you with delicate fingers as he continues. "Now, come here. Seems we got separated in our sleep."

You accept the offer and cuddle into him again. This time your noses nearly touch and his arm wraps around your lower waist. You feel the growing urge to kiss him, wanting to forget your nightmare entirely. But perhaps silly, you ask permission first, seeing as he's close to drifting off again.

"Yoon?"

"Mm."

"Can we kiss?" Your cheeks flush a little at the request. Why are you acting like this? You've been married for years.

"Sure, 'm tired but I could go for a make-out right now." A small smirk graces his lips as he teases you. You give him a classic 'Yoongi!' in reply. "I'm kidding. You don't ever have to ask me that," he finishes.

"Hmm, maybe I don't want a kiss anymore." You feign stubbornness, just to see his response. And a response he gives you, more than you're prepared for.

"You're ridiculous," he grumbles, capturing your lips in one fell swoop. He moves his lips against yours as the hand on your waist grips tighter. The tiniest of moans escapes your lips.

You attempt to break the kiss first, thinking it will only last for a few seconds. Yet Yoongi slips a hand behind your neck to bring you into another kiss. One that's deeper than the last. You feel your breath being taken away little by little, especially when his tongue licks into your mouth. God, you haven't kissed like this in an eternity. A wetness soon gathers between your thighs.

"'m, Yoon," you gasp when his cool fingers sneakily make their way under your shirt, tickling your bare skin. They travel the expanse of your waist, stomach, and up along your back. "So cold."

Yoongi pulls away from the kiss and retracts his fingers. He then lazily moves his body until his chest hovers over your own, rolling you on your back in the process. He's a bit of a blur due to the dimness of the room, yet you can see the whites of his eyes a bit better than before.

"Help me warm them then," he says, folding his hands on top of yours from where they rest on your stomach. "You're really burning up, doll."

His observation is right. Ever since you woke up, you're body's been hotter than normal. The stress is clear and it's only increasing due to the unexpected turn of tonight's events; your husband seemingly wanting to make love to you in the middle of the night.

"So I am," you reply, staring straight into his eyes. "Must be because of all the sudden surprises today. My body's finally responding to it all."

Yoongi nods, following your implication. "Well let's do something to calm it down, shall we?" He waits for your final go before making any abrupt movements.

"But...you haven't seen me–"

"Naked in a while?" he predicts your next words, unfazed. "I've seen it all, each time better than the last because I love you. You're beautiful to me, no matter what. Let me love you __. I've missed you. I've missed us."

"Okay...please," you sigh, desperately needing his touch. "It's been so long since we've been this close."

Neither of you has it in you to delay another second as you dive into another fiery kiss, your hands wandering up and down each other's bodies. You love his hair the most, so you run your fingers through it repeatedly. Your husband's soft grunts remind you that it's as pleasurable for him as it is for you, and as if to counter, he latches his lips to the curve of your neck.

"Yoon," you moan, shivering at the feeling of being peppered in open-mouth kisses. Your eyes automatically roll up as well.

Yoongi nips at your jaw next, featherlike, yet deadly to you nevertheless. He doesn't allow himself to linger more than a second, though, preferring to keep you on your toes. So with careful fingers, he begins lifting the bottom of your shirt.

"Can I?"

You hum in approval and lean forward for him to remove it.

With your nipples now exposed to the brisk air, stiffening due to arousal, Yoongi brings both his hands up to caress your boobs. He's incredibly gentle, telling you how beautiful you are once again until his thumbs start circling your peaked nipples. A rush of sensation shoots up your spine as he rolls them harder, flicking them once in a while.

"Fuck," you swear.

"Feeling good?"

All you do is nod fervently in response, which Yoongi takes as his signal to lower his head to your chest. He squeezes both breasts in his hand before wrapping his mouth around a nipple, licking and sucking relentlessly. He repeats the same to the other.

"Yoongi, I need you. Please." You're core tightens, thighs struggling not to rub together, as you plead with your husband to relieve you. You are so wet and getting wetter.

"I'm here, doll, I got you. Fingers first hm?"

He pushes part of the comforter towards the foot of the bed, then gestures for you to raise your butt. Any shred of mystery of how worked up he's gotten you slip away as he pulls your underwear and pants down your legs. They both get tossed on the floor, per usual.

Bare pussy exposed, Yoongi guides your legs further apart and brings a hand down to your entrance. One of his long, slender fingers traces up your folds so smoothly that you buck your hips upon the touch. He smiles lightly at the subtle response, pleased that you're finally enjoying yourself; too often you put your needs last. His finger slowly sinks into your well-lubricated pussy, velvety walls clenching around it.

"Oh, g-god," you give a shaky moan as his finger pumps and curls in you, stimulating your g-spot. "Need you now, Yoon, so bad."

"Mm not yet, we need to stretch you out. You haven't taken me for a good three or four weeks," he smirks at your eagerness, sliding a second finger next to the first. "This pussy is drenched but not enough. I need you to come. Can you do that for me?"

Fast, quick movements follow suit as your husband works you up to an orgasm. Oh fuck, oh fuck, you chant in near whines. Your pussy is spasming around him, walls tightening with each push and pull. You know when he draws his hand out that it's covered with your come. Messy, sex is messy and both of you are too far gone to care; the pleasure sweeping over you.

Finally, in what feels like an endless tease, you have your first orgasm of the night. You feel your body relaxing into the mattress again, yet your breath remains short. Yoongi, on the other hand, groans seeing your release dripping down your thighs and onto the sheets. For a split second, there's a slight darkening in his eyes while he takes in your post-orgasmic form. The two fingers that had been inside you are sensually brought to his lips, slipping between the seam before being cleaned off.

You're taken aback by the action, though you've witnessed it before. Something about watching your husband willingly follow through with a gesture so lewd makes your head spin–you want him to fuck you right this instant. He must share the same feeling because you don't even need to sound the words due to his hands already making quick work of his pants.

"You drive me mad, you know that? Can never get a break with how sweet you taste. Your lips, your come. All of it makes me go mad." His full length comes in view, hard and tip leaking with pre-cum. You try not to let yourself stare at the thickness but hell, you must've forgotten the extent of your husband's size. You don't remember it being this big before.

"Well," you gulp. "You're not making it easy on me either, looking like this."

Yoongi climbs over to you again, settling into a straddled position, and looks deep into your eyes. "Who's fault do you think that is?"

"It's your fault." You bend your legs and wrap them around his mid-section. You can feel the tip of his cock tease at your entrance. The anticipation is beyond grueling.

"No," he says, aligning himself up to your weeping hole. "it's yours." He then thrusts his hips forward, his length sinking into you so perfectly it has you completely satisfied.

"Y-Yours," you whimper out, unable to form a steady sentence.

"Fine." He picks up his pace. "Let's just agree we both fuck each other up on a daily---ah fuck!" Yoongi growls and gives you a suspicious look when he feels your pussy suddenly clench around his length.

"I didn't do it on purpose this time! You're fucking me too good is all."

"Really? You're not just teasing me?"

Yoongi is slow to believe since you've purposefully clenched countless times before, simply out of playfulness. Tonight is different than those nights though because you're telling the truth–he's truly fucking you so good.

"What the hell," he concedes. "You feel so fucking fantastic, I don't even care." He continues his movements, thrusting into you with deep groans and labored breaths. His fingers grip the mattress harder with the veins in his neck bulging out.

Both your bodies move in sync as the familiar sound of skin slapping on skin echoes off the walls of your bedroom. You do your best to keep your moans low, not wanting to risk waking up your daughter.

"Yoon, fuck! I need to come, it's gonna-fuck-happen soon," you swear, pussy throbbing at the feeling of being so full after weeks of abstinence. You can tell you're reaching your high with the bundle of nerves in your core threatening to snap at any given moment.

Of course, you're wet too, extremely wet.

"I'm. Nearly. There." He barely sounds the words out, jaw clenching. "Just another minute, and we can finish together."

Your eyes, which haven't left his since he entered you, begin to glass over with tears. It's overwhelming; his love for you. No matter the doubts that tell you the opposite, you can't give in to their ugly lies. You'll continue to struggle, naturally, but you won't ever let them win. Yoongi's never once given up on you, and neither should you.

"I love you, Yoon...I love you with all my soul," you choke the words, falling apart all at once. "I'm sorry for today. How jealous and irrational I got."

"Don't apologize, doll. I shouldn't have let it go so far, our lack of intimacy and alone time. I promise we're going to make it all right okay?"

Giving you one last thrust, you both have your release at the same time. Yoongi helps ride your orgasm out by lazily continuing to grind into you. Yeah, you might need to shower and switch out the sheets after tonight, but you don't regret it one bit.

"In all seriousness baby," Yoongi speaks up, guiding your legs back on the soft mattress until you’re comfortable. "Don't feel like you have to apologize for everything. I understand your feelings and where you were coming from. I will say, the silent treatment kills me though. I'd rather you yell at me than not talk to me at all."

"It's not easy for me to raise my voice like that, Yoon." You throw your arms around his neck and sigh softly. "But I can try talking to you more, or at least tell you I need some time to process before I'm ready to have a conversation. I don't know, am I making sense?"

"Plenty of sense. I'll share more about my day with you and who I'm talking to as well. We'll also carve out time to have together. I love our daughter, but I don't see the harm in reaching out to our friends and family to babysit once in a while."

"Well, this sounds good to me," you hum.

"Me too." Yoongi smiles wide and goes in for another warm kiss. Your eyes flutter shut in unison.

This is what love feels like.

a/n: LMK what you think 🥰

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[respectthepetty]

There is a Taiwanese BL out there in the very early stages of development that is perfect for me because it's about colored threads tying people together!

Connecting to You

Many people have the superpower of seeing something invisible. Jia Kai can't see ghosts, but he can see the different colored threads connecting people. The more threads, the more bonds a person has.

Jia Kai has seen countless threads, but he hasn't been connected to anyone at all. He can't figure out why but has accepted himself as a loner. However, because of a chaotic incident, he meets a policeman named Da Wei and realizes that one silver-grey thread has grown from him to him, connecting them together!

Jia Kai doesn't want to lose the connection, so he takes a part-time job at the police station to get closer to Da Wei. With his superpower, he helps with cases of missing people and objects. They get to know each other better, and the thread between them begins to change color, from silver-grey to yellow, representing friendship, and even to red, representing love. Seeing these changes, Jia Kai realizes that how they feel for each other can't be hidden anymore.

I NEED THIS!

I need this to be made. I need this to be on screen. I need to witness this with my own eyes. PLEASE! I'M BEGGING YOU! This is meant for me. Give me my colors!

[xcerizex]

"shh, a new thread has been created."

Within the trenches of St. Shelter Academy's discord server, a secret chatroom has been created to gossip about the hidden relationship between the most beautiful professor in the school and his little painter.

Please get out before it's too late.

(self-indulgent, Cael x little painter, inspired by discord chats, fluff, suggestive, 2.3k words)

"Observation log of Professor Anselm's and the little painter's secret relationship"

A new thread has been created, be the first to say hi!

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

???

what on earth is this???

little painter's tiniest fan:

(⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

ringo~x:

The title is there, you know?

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

yeah I saw that

im asking why

St. Germain's poison:

look look

give me a moment...

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

???

i feel like we're doing something dangerous...

St. Germain's poison:

"click link to open image"

LOOK AT THEM

THEYRE SO AJSJJAJAK

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

WHAT

DID I JUST SEE

St. Germain's poison:

YEAH

ringo~x:

Who took the picture?

Fiene:

Uh oh, someone's getting reported

ringo~x:

You must be confident in your morals if you're brave enough to send this here. Fess up.

St. Germain's poison:

HELP LMAO it's not anything illegal I swear

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

press x to doubt

(X 5)

St. Germain's poison:

THE REACTIONS PLS I SWEAR IM INNOCENT

LET ME EXPLAIN MYSELF FIRST

ok so this was a photoshoot arranged by the photography and music department, they wanted to create a promotional album called something "sounds of the school"

I think

Fiene:

You think???

ringo~x:

No, it's true. I recall that you were from the photography department. I suppose that's where you got it from?

St. Germain's poison:

ye

Fiene:

that's still illegal I think

ringo~x:

Not quite, but I doubt it's all that safe either.

little painter's tiniest fan:

They're so cute tho aaaaaaaa (⁠ ⁠≧⁠Д⁠≦⁠)

St. Germain's poison:

pls don't report me

ringo~x:

Fine, but tell me why was this relevant enough to create an entirely new thread.

St. Germain's poison:

JUST LOOK AT THEM THEY'RE IN LOVE

little painter's tiniest fan:

they're in love~

St. Germain's poison:

I'm pretty sure they're dating

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

...

who's going to tell her?

St. Germain's poison:

huh

Mother Hen in jail:

oh lmfao did she just...

St. Germain's poison:

WHAT

WHAT???

Fiene:

Huh???

little painter's tiniest fan:

some of us knew that already I think

(⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

they so cute

St. Germain's poison:

tf

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

tbf they're very good at hiding it only about what? 5-6 know. Excluding prof Con man

Jia (on my knees for mlp)

Con man lmao

St. Germain's poison:

literally how-

Fiene:

Oh so you guys knew and never told us???

Wow, great. Feel the love

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Guys quick focus on the picture instead

ringo~x:

And a bloodbath was thus, carefully averted.

little painter's tiniest fan:

look at them hugging each other so cute uuuuuu

｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

how was this greenlighted?

Fiene:

Wdym like...??

St. Germain's poison:

originally wanted to take photos of students and teachers enjoying daily life but

we somehow got this

AND THIS SHIT IS GOOD

Mother Hen in jail:

And you got away with keeping this???

St. Germain's poison:

technically

they gave me the rights for this

ringo~x:

I'm having doubts.

St. Germain's poison:

keep that ass away from me i have done nothing wrong-

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I wonder when did they start dating tho

pp:

cracks knuckles

Give me a minute

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

help???

little painter's tiniest fan:

even in public their aura of love cannot be concealed!

I-I should get back to writing my fic...

Mother Hen in jail:

Why does it look like they're about to take off to the bedroom?

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

ALL OF YOU HELP-

St. Germain's poison:

Oh yeah they kinda do proba why our senior rejected the photo

Jia (on my knees for mlp)

Didn't he face a lot of opposition tho lol

St. Germain's poison:

yeah they all wanted the photo green lit

ringo~x:

The bedroom eyes are an illusion, that's enough all of you. Take this to the NSFW chat.

Mother Hen in jail:

good sir it could get worse don't test us, you brave the possibility of what lines we all can toe

little painter's tiniest fan:

I'm so glad I can see it rn! Thank you for the dog food!

Aaaaa I love them so much...❤️

Maybe I should start a new smut fic...

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

"new"

so it's not your first

pp:

Okay so;

A while ago around last year's freshmen orientation, I heard that Professor Carl was returning to teach back at St. Shelter Academy. And then the Stellaris Cup happened, and he disappeared along with that one student from the art department.

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Oh yeah that shit was freaky

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Carl

Mother Hen in jail:

I think Professor Answlm was also her guardian right? From what I've heard.

St. Germain's poison:

yeah he should, thankfully no one seems opposed to their relationship. the gap isn't too big and I heard he's only taken care of her for about two years.

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Answlm

Fiene:

For now, god knows what will happen if the news becomes widespread :copium:

St. Germain's poison:

Good lord like hell I have to deal with all those obnoxious minions :copium:

Mother Hen in Jail:

freaking typos leave us alone

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Would fight them

Mother Hen in jail:

The typos?

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

No??? Anyone who opposes their relationship duh

St. Germain's poison:

genuinely hope their relationship remains a secret. they need that peace

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I think she'd top tho look at her

Screw Wattpad fics this is the teacher x student relationship I want

Fiene:

REAL

pp:

Once the both of them came back, the initial closeness of their relationship became much more distant, and professor Anselm left the school for personal business. So I can only presume the reason was because of that art student.

ringo~x:

Your whole paragraph is off.

(:middle finger emoji: 2)

little painter's tiniest fan:

Uwaaaaa

｡⁠:ﾟ⁠(⁠;⁠´⁠∩⁠`⁠;⁠)ﾟ⁠:⁠｡

I knew something happened between them but I was too scared to ask her

Mother Hen in Jail:

i just thought they had an argument. Ig???

little painter's tiniest fan:

It broke my heart to see her so sad uuuu...

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I do think she missed him a lot while he was away, I've looked at some of her paintings and so many of them looked...sad

little painter's tiniest fan:

I LOVE HER PAINTINGS ❤️❤️❤️

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

And when exactly did you start writing fics for them lmfao?

Fiene:

Oh yeah her paintings are rly good

pp:

But then I heard he would come back to visit occasionally, but I never saw him in school. One day as I was passing by, I noticed him walking her back home drenched with rain. So I'm assuming the both of them met up together, which proves they kept in contact.

There you happy with my sentence now ringo?

ringo~x:

Much better yes, thank you.

(:middle finger emoji: 1)

Mother Hen in jail:

THE IMPLICATIONS RARF WOOF BARKAJSBSJJAKAK

St. Germain's poison:

HELP I THOUGHT OF SOMETHING SIMLAR

little painter's tiniest fan:

NEW FIC IDEA NEW FIC IDEA!!! (⁠ﾉ⁠≧⁠∇⁠≦⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠ ⁠ﾐ⁠ ⁠┻⁠━⁠┻

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

damn y'all horny

Fiene:

No one said anything about that you called yourself out

ringo~x:

What on earth has this devolved into? As far as I'm concerned none of that had any suggestive implications.

pp:

Yeah nothing happened calm down

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I think it's more like... they're using it as fuel. Though seriously guys chill

little painter's tiniest fan:

Oh yes @coffeeisjustlegalcocaine, I started writing fics for her manga! I'm a Silver Knight x Maiden shipper! 🙇🏻‍♀️

But when I saw them irl, I knew I also had to write fics abt them. All with consent ofc! I asked them!

Fiene:

Huh

St. Germain's poison:

HELP YOU DID WHAT

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

HELOAPJQNSFGJSNAK?!?!?!?!?!

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

even the smut???

ringo~x:

NSFW chat please, if you're delving into that topic.

Gyeol Won:

wtf did I walk into

Mother Hen in jail:

Like hell we are. Seriously tho they agreed???

little painter's tiniest fan:

Little painter agreed! She asked Professor Cael for permission too and he also agreed.

They asked me to send them the files!

Fiene:

...

Wow uh

St. Germain's poison:

HELPPPPPPPP AHAJHSHAJAKSKSKK

Fiene:

Did not expect that

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

damn maybe he bit of a freak inside huh

Mother Hen in Jail:

not surprised

for some reason

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

I was thinking of something more along the lines of the fact that the little painter wanted to read them but okay

I guess we can say he's a freak too

St. Germain's poison:

srsly tho r u okay with telling us this?

(:side eye emoji: 3)

little painter's tiniest fan:

Its okay! I trust all of you ❤️

(:heart emoji: 8)

St. Germain's poison:

😭

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

lmfao where did pp go?

Fiene:

I think they got distracted by the conversation lmfao

Mother Hen in jail:

smh pathetic

pp:

Sometime after, I heard she got sick and stayed in a coma for three days, while Professor Anselm came back all the way to the academy to check on her! When the both of them met up again the air between them seemed more relaxed.

After that, I heard Juno talking about the little painter getting ready for White Day and sure enough, she left Harp Island on that day! Once she came back Professor Anselm started to come back to teach at Harp Island more often! I even visited one of his lectures and guess what? I read one of Lilian's articles and it said that he had grown much more softer ever since he came back. It must have been love!!!!!!!!!!

I also happen to see them going together on a date so....

St. Germain's poison:

btw can you drop some copies of your fics?

little painter's tiniest fan:

oki! gimme a sec

Fiene:

THEY WENT ON A DATE???

St. Germain's poison:

Oh yeah shit THEY WENT ON A DATE???

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

the delayed reaction lmfao

Mother Hen in jail:

Oh yeah I saw them in the movie theaters

Sickening couple in love they were this close to making out

ringo~x:

I'm assuming you're exaggerating. They should be in the initial stages of their relationship as far as anyone is concerned.

Mother Hen in jail:

so what?

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Throw them out it's making everyone else feel single blergh

St. Germain's poison:

UGH imagine if they held handssssssss

little painter's tiniest fan:

here is the link!

"tap link to open file"

St. Germain's poison:

Thank you! 🙏🏻

Mother Hen in jail:

Okay now I'm interested. What kind of fic is it?

little painter's tiniest fan:

It's a list! You can pick which one you're interested in and read!

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

ok ok going to read now

Fiene:

I still find it very funny how two irl people have fans like this. The shipping never stops

little painter's tiniest fan:

I'm one of the little painter's fans! And whenever I see her so happy with her lover, I can't help but want to write abt them!

Some of my fics are also based of irl events she told me!

Fiene:

...I feel like I'm learning a lot today. About professor Cale in particular

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Cale

Fiene:

Like uh...I'm assuming the smut ones are also based off irl events....?????

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

damn she really wants those fanfics

little painter's tiniest fan:

Oh no no no all smut fics are my own imagination dw

Some wholesome ones are also my own imagination, only some of them are based off of them

Fiene:

Oooo, like what?

little painter's tiniest fan:

Like that one time they decided to wear traditional Japanese outfits! Little painter showed me photos and they looked so pretty!!!

AAAAA I LOVE HER SM .⁠·⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠(⁠>⁠▂⁠<⁠)⁠´⁠¯⁠`⁠·⁠.

Apparently they designed them together. And little painter had trouble with her obi so she asked him for help!

Her face was red the whole way through when she told me hehehe

Fiene:

Aw man, I'm kinda jealous on how close you are with her

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

shudders

I know I'm not

ringo~x:

Be glad.

pp:

So after all of that I realized that the both of them had started to spend more time together. Colour me shocked when I heard that Professor Carl would be joining us on our trip to Pettman Island.

After spying on them for awhile, it's actually very easy to see how in love they are with each other lol. They tried to hide it yes, but often times I'll see him look at her with a face full of longing. It almost hurts to look at him honestly, there's not much he can do to hide his true feelings. But he's gotten a lot better all the way until now!

So that concludes the initial stages of their relationship!

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

Carl

pp:

CAN YOU STOP THAT

little painter's tiniest fan:

They're so lovely aren't they!

Fiene:

Jealous and jealous. I wish I could have a relationship like theirs one day.

ringo~x:

You don't.

( ? 3)

little painter's tiniest fan:

Ok, will go back to writing fics now 👌🏻

St. Germain's poison:

no you will not get tf back here

little painter's tiniest fan:

Oh no

Fiene:

LMFAO WHAT HAPPENED

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

🍿

St. Germain's poison:

gdtjfyjbvgzstfyktxtcyvhhk

im crying

Fiene:

HELP I THOUGHT YOU WERE READING SMUT????

St. Germain's poison:

I THOUGHT I WAS

BUT BUT BUT

IT WAS DEPRESSING AF

HE GOT- //dragged away sobbing and gagged

Fiene:

LMFAOWJNWJAJAJA

Mother Hen in jail:

Must have read something different lmfao I ate good

Jia (on my knees for mlp):

Oh so I was the only one who read the sweet one okay I see

little painter's tiniest fan:

I sent them one recently and I think little painter also cried. After that she took him out on a date.

ringo~x:

Keep in mind that you do not bother Professor Anselm for this when you see him. Now all of you shoo. Classes start in about half an hour.

coffeeisjustlegalcocaine:

booo

Fiene:

Wishing them all the best in their relationship!

St. Germain's poison:

not fair I'm still sobbing over them uuuuu

i wish the Silver Knight and maiden a happy ending truly

[fadinglights]

continued from here, @pomegrnate

he  never  wanted  her  to  discover  his  secret,  knowing  that  her  reaction  would  be  difficult  to  handle.  he  doesn't  blame  her  —  it's  not  her  fault.  after  all,  who  would  remain  calm  upon  uncovering  their  lover's  destructive  vice?  uncertain  how  to  respond,  he  shrugs  and  admits,  "maybe  both."  despite  his  lively  persona  at  work  and  in  his  private  life,  there  are  darker  aspects  of  himself  that  he  prefers  to  keep  hidden  from  the  world.  these  are  his  wounds  to  bear,  not  hers.  “you  were  never  meant  to  find  out."

[theknifeinyou]

@ofbookshelvesves wanted jia chen

"Okay then, that's quite the situation to wind up in," Jia said, brow arching slightly at the other. "How exactly did you wind up in that one - have to warn you, I'm probably going to use it in a skit if it's good."

[xxxdragonfucker69xxx]

Hi! 10kDays has had a vice grip on my psyche for the last week or so, and I'm really excited to play the preview. However, I don't wanna make anyone else in my group GM this game just because I want to play it, so I'd like to try out the GMless mode of play, and so would they, but none of us have any experience with that style of game.

Is there any game you'd recommend we look at for a general picture of how you intend GMless play to work? I do own Ironsworn, which has a GMless mode, so if that jives with what you're intending that would be really convenient lmao.

Thanks for your time!

So there's a couple of thoughts i have here, starting with the shape of the game and the pieces of it that need different kinds and amounts of attention:

The game itself is kind of designed in three strands: courses, combat, and the Face game.

Courses are an adaptation of the Arc/quest mechanic from Jenna Moran's Glitch. I've found that they reduce the GM load hugely, for two reasons: you can roll up half an hour before game, ask "who wants to be in the spotlight, what does your quest say is happening in your life right now, and what needs to happen?", and drop something in. Connections and debts are also designed to give you improv prompts, and to a slightly lesser extent perspectives. The other benefit of Courses is that they move planning burden from "GM, night before game" to "player, whenever they want to think about their blorbo". So on a large-scale, "figure out what the campaign looks like" view, you can get away with improvising every session and just following your own character arcs. Likewise, the District moves and intentions are intended to give GMs an easy "i don't know what to do next" button, and the focuses of mask/gear/bell are intended to share around the responsibilities of worldbuilding. Ironsworn's oracles are another example of how to help outsource some of that decision-making, and it's the reason Appendix Yi is earmarked to be a million random tables. For more information on how oracles work, please google Jay Dragon's Sleepaway on your work computer (or at least read this Twitter thread from NightlingBug).

There are a couple story structures that are well suited to wuxia and this game. There's the Shaolin Soccer/shadowrunner/classic ttrpg setup where you are clearly a team, and there are enemy teams, and you are doing hijinks against them. But there's also a Jin Yong wuxia epic type thing where you have, let's say three or four PCs, and you're maybe nominally on the same side but you're clashing a lot and you're tied together by sworn and blood kinship and you keep running into each other. I think the most pared-down version of 10kdays you could run and still call it a full game is 3 players, characters living sort of far apart so they rarely run into each other, and interactions are 2 of the PCs clashing at a time while the 3rd player picks up any NPCs, throws in some District moves, etc. You could do a 2-player game but the kinds of interactions you could have would be severely limited, I think. The Face game of politicking and building support structures is kind of just... you two, face to face.

Now the problem on everyone's mind is fighting. It's attention-intensive, everyone's interested in it, and depending on your setup there can be loads of combatants that a GM would normally be expected to pilot. Again, there are a couple of scaffolds for trying to do this GMless. The sample Techniques in Appendix Jia come with combat tactics to make use of them, so any player can pick up an NPC combatant and figure out what they're going to do. Fight choreographing like this runs the pitfall of it feeling sort of bad to hurt your friends effectively, at least for some tables, but there is the incentive of hitting your friend's Bite highlight when you grab the corpo thug and bite them in the ass.

It is one of my mid-to-low priorities to create like algorithm type protocols for enemy fighters to run themselves, though that's still in the pipe dream phase. One thing I'm looking at here is Katabasis by Rathayibacter, which has a super cool system for easily lining up combatant actions, enemy or not). Maybe I'll end up with literal combat loop Turing machines or something.

There's one more option here which is to lean the other way -- to foreground the GM themselves being a player. I'm talking Ryuutama dragons, I'm talking Fellowship Overlords. Obviously I one hundred percent have not added this yet, and I'm not even set that I will, but it's definitely a tool I'm thinking of to help manage the wuxia/cyberpunk/other bullshit genre merger. If you went this way, it would look like picking a district -- secret note, each district is built to amplify a genre. Gongshan is made to focus on wuxia/the bell, Jiaotou is made to focus on cyber/the gear, Youzhou is made to focus on punk/the mask, Jingcai Xin is made to focus on court and courtroom politics, and Yuanhai is made to play Nezha Reborn. Pick a district that corresponds to the genre the GM is playing as, turn those Moves into Heroic/Humbling Moves and the landmarks/NPCs into Treasures and Connections, turn the Intentions into Skills. Now you can combine this with what I first talked about, sharing out cognitive load, and focus on playing as a district/genre. Is that meaningfully different from being a GM, who let's recall still counts as a player at the table? I'm a sicko who loves being a GM so I'm unqualified to comment, but try out any combination of these options and see how they take you.

[grislyintentions]

[The absolute clownery that is the "Gaming" character HYV dropped had my exhaustion evaporating in a single blink and I feel compelled to say something before I perish again so:

In days of old (and even today), people with chinese names started taking more 'english' sounding names to blend in better with westernised society. Given that there isn't a literal translation from chinese to english for some names, the next best resort was to pick word combinations that sound the closest to each other. One good example is how Guinevere ended up becoming "Guinaifen" when she asked Sushang (who struggles with literacy). Another good example is that I have an "english name" and a surname that was essentially pieced together with that technique, because my cantonese grandparents do not speak a lick of english but wanted us to have better futures/better time fitting in.

So his name in chinese characters is "嘉明", which if translated from chinese would be Jia Ming. HOWEVER, as they are likely taking inspiration from cantonese chinese (a dialect), the way his name would be pronounced is "Gar - Mheng" / "Gar- Meng" (link to how it sounds). So whichever chaotic gremlin in HYV responsible for this decided "Gaming" was a good choice I guess.

I'm prepared for all the memes and jokes that will come with his name choice (and I highkey think it's p funny lmao). But please don't start rp threads and whatnot making fun of his 'weird' name/roasting him for it, that errs uncomfortably close to racism and incidents I've dealt with irl.]

[seolinah]

muse: jia park • 27 • criminal (from a wealthy crime family) open to: f / m / nb (25+) plot: enemies avoiding each other for weeks after sharing an intimate moment (can be kiss, hook-up, whatever) posted with beta

Jia's not paying attention when she slams hard into another body. "Fuck. Watch where you're--" Her scowl shifts further into annoyance when she realized who'd she run into. Of-fucking-course. So much for trying to never seeing them again. Arms crossed over her chest, she lifted her gaze to meet theirs head on. "Don't look at me like that. I swear, if you mention what happened last time, I'm going to break your nose."