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The blue and pink of your skin

ᨒCherry Blossom, March Eventᨒ

Author: bvidzsoo

Pairing: sunshine!Jeong Yunho x grumpy!reader

ᨒ Warning: cursing ᨒ Word count: 7.3k ᨒ Rating: sfw ᨒ Genre: fluff, soulmates: a touch from your soulmate will leave an imprint there, road trip, stuck together/roommates, sunshine & grumpy, one friend group, slight enemies to lovers ᨒ Summary: If there's one person you never understood, and stopped trying to, it was Jeong Yunho. Upon your first meeting back in college, you just knew he'd be a pain in the ass...and you were right. His vibrant personality matched with the constant smile on his face and sickening positivity always made you stay away from him. But much to your dismay, your friend groups mashed quite well, and years after college, you were still going strong and hanging out at any given opportunity. Much to your horror, your best friend makes you share a room and a bed with Yunho for the weekend, and that's when things change...but not for the reasons you'd first think of.

A/N: Helloo, my loves! And so, we've reached the penultimate drabble of this event, it feels kind of bittersweet, but I am so glad I could share these stories with you, Mina and I had a blast planning this event and writing all the little stories. Posting this drabble today was strategic since I wanted it to be the closest to Yunho's birthday, hehe, so happy belated birthday to our Yunho! ^^ Out of all the stories, this was the first one I got an idea for, so I'm really excited to finally post it. It turned out shorter than I expected (and I'm glad for that ahahaha). I hope you enjoy, I'd like to thank everyone who have shared their thoughts on all of our stories, we appreciate your feedback lots! That being said, let me know what you thought of this one, and I hope to see you around for my other stories! ^^ divider @cromernet

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            You groaned as you stretched your numb muscles, massaging your calf as you waited for your best friend’s boyfriend to unload your luggage. The drive had taken you three hours, but the longer you stared at the visage, the more you realised it was worth being stuffed inside a car next to Jeong Yunho. You scowled to yourself as your eyes shifted onto the tall man, who was—unsurprisingly—laughing about something he was watching on his phone. His bony knee had been digging into your thigh the whole ride because the tallest and largest man had decided to take the middle seat for some obscure reason. You rolled your eyes and faced Seungcheol as he finally grabbed your duffel bag, hauling it out of the trunk of his car.

“Damn,” He muttered, one eyebrow raised teasingly, “Did you only pack dumbbells, or why is this so heavy?”

You were about to retort something just as Jeonghan slid up next to you, smirking mischievously, “Nah, this lovely lady wouldn’t leave the house without all that face paint she uses. Had to make sure everything was packed.”

“You assholes.” You snapped, shrugging off Jeonghan’s arm and ripping your duffle bag out of Seungcheol’s hands, flipping them off as you stormed off towards the lovely-looking beach house. It looked rather spacious, and judging based on the pictures your best friend had shown you of the interior, it had a Greek theme going on. You sighed as you walked up the front steps, still able to hear Seungcheol and Jeonghan’s amused cackles, making you shake your head. At times, you couldn’t believe you were friends with such idiots, and for such a long time, at that. Has it been five—no, maybe six years—since your friend group formed, all thanks to one drunken night when all of you just so happened to attend the same frat party, teaming up randomly for a game that you couldn’t even recall anymore? You remembered those days fondly, even called it the Golden Times since you’ve never had as much fun in your life as then. And now, with college over and everyone having busy lives, things were a lot calmer and more complicated. It was a miracle everyone was able to make it this weekend, your little get-together was much expected and welcomed.

The wood creaked under your feet as you took to the second floor, following your best friend’s instructions from this morning. The rooms had already been assigned to everyone, and who your roommate would be was still a mystery. You were just about to guess who it could be when you heard footsteps following after you on the stairs, making you turn your head back. Your heart dropped when your eyes fell on Jeong Yunho, who—once again—was unsurprisingly grinning and looking as happy as if he had won the lottery. He nodded at you in a small greeting as if you hadn’t already seen each other—hell, you were even forced to breathe the same air for three hours—and out of instinct, your feet carried you up the stairs faster. Yunho looked amused as he jogged up after you, and as if you were a little kid, you found yourself basically running for your assigned room, heart beating fast. Your duffle bag was getting in the way of your legs, forcing you to be a lot slower than you usually were, so you chanced a look back over your shoulder, only to see Yunho still following you. Your heart lurched in your chest as he laughed—as if this was amusing to him—and you finally made it inside your room, whirling around as you stared at Yunho wide-eyed. Why was he following you?! Wasn’t it enough you had to endure his laughter and stupid stories for two hours? And then, you had to sit there stiffly as his head lolled to the side, landing on your shoulder as soft snores left his mouth?! God, everything about Jeong Yunho was so damn irritating—you wanted to scream. Instead, you slammed the door in his face before he could reach the threshold of your assigned room, heart racing in your chest.

You’d be ashamed to admit your age if anyone were to see you right now, but as the doorknob started twisting, your hand shot out and grabbed it, keeping it from turning. Your eyebrows furrowed as the person on the other side wouldn’t give up—Yunho, the person was Yunho—and you yelped when the door started rattling. Your fingers flexed and your muscles tensed as you dropped your duffle bag, holding the door with both hands, cursing when even the doorframe started shaking.

“What the fuck,” You heard a confused mutter on the other side, “Is this stuck?”

God, why did your best friend hate you? There was no way in hell your best friend willingly made Yunho your roommate—she must’ve been held at gunpoint by Seungcheol when she made the arrangements.

“Hey, Y/N? You good in there?!” And God, you hated the slight concern lacing Yunho’s tone as your hands started aching from your vice-like grip on the doorknob, “The door’s stuck!”

“No, it’s not, you idiot.” You hissed under your breath, accepting your fate as you closed your eyes and took a deep breath. Then, on the next push, you twisted the doorknob suddenly and yanked it open, making Yunho stumble forward with an alarmed yelp. His eyes widened as he barrelled inside your shared room, hands out in front of himself to brace him in case he fell. He looked like a clown, a tall and idiotic one, as he found his footing—legs in a wide stance and mouth open in a silent scream. He slowly turned his body, ears burning red, an unsure smile on his lips.

“Oh my God, that was scary.” He muttered as he looked around the room, his eyes falling on you as he grabbed his backpack off his shoulder, “Well, hi there, roomie!”

And God, how much you hated that cheerful—full of life and happiness and the desire to live—smile on his handsome face, you wanted to both scream and punch him.

“Roomie, my ass.” You huffed before turning around and storming outside, leaving a confused Yunho looking after you. His head had tilted to the side as he rubbed his nape with an awkward chuckle leaving his lips, and he shrugged before he grabbed your duffle bag to place it on the left side of your shared queen bed since he knew you preferred sleeping on that side. Meanwhile, with your blood boiling and your cheeks red from both anger and embarrassment, you stormed out onto the back deck, instantly finding your best friend. She was already sipping a cocktail out of a fake coconut, and you wondered when she had made that since you had just arrived.

“Kang Seulgi!” You snapped, arms crossing over your chest as you blocked the sun from your best friend’s face. Yeosang, her brother, jumped in the seat next to her when he heard their surname being called, placing a hand over his heart.

“Lord, I’m still not used to you shouting at us.” He muttered under his breath, going back to his magazine when you threw him a dirty look, “And I’ve been listening to it for at least ten years.”

Seulgi’s laughter drowned out her brother’s muttering, and you tried to channel your anger into your issue with Seulgi only. Yeosang was a lovely man, and you sometimes preferred him over his twin sister, but his snarky comments could make you climb walls and hang upside down like a female Spiderman.

“What’s the matter, my dear—”

But Seulgi wasn’t even finished asking when you were already speaking, fast, and throwing an accusing finger in her face, “You made me and Yunho room together?! Are you insane?!”

You felt Yeosang look over his magazine, amusement dancing on his features as Seulgi and he shared a look. Oh, so this wasn’t just Seulgi’s idea—sometimes you wondered why you decided to be friends with such devils.

“Honey, I thought we were over this.” Seulgi raised an eyebrow, taking a sip of her cocktail nonchalantly, “It’s only for two nights, for God’s sake. And it’s literally Yunho, the sweetest guy you could ever meet. Do you want me to switch him up with Jeonghan? Or Soonyoung?”

You shuddered hearing those two names and quickly shook your head, realizing that rooming with one evil person or one that would never shut up was perhaps worse than rooming with the guy who’s been getting on your nerves since the moment you met him. Which was…five or six years ago, at that college party that changed your lives for the better and an eternity.

“Don’t be mad at me, my dear,” Seulgi pouted, reaching out to hold your hand, “Only you and Yunho aren’t a couple; I think it was expected you two end up rooming together. And because I knew you’d hate me for it, as compensation, I gave you the only room with an ocean view.”

Your flare died out at the mention of being able to see the water from your room, and you pouted as you intertwined your fingers with Seulgi’s. She chuckled, shaking her head at you as she offered you her cocktail. Leaning down, you took a sip and instantly regretted it as the potent alcohol burned your throat, the taste of coconut almost making you gag. Yeosang chuckled as he hid behind his magazine, eyes peeking out when you shuddered.

“I hope yours isn’t as atrocious as hers.” You pointed at the cocktail sitting on the coffee table next to Yeosang, and he shook his head, grinning proudly.

“Jongho’s bartender days had paid off well.” Right, you forgot for a second that Jongho had flown into the country just to go on this get-together with the whole of you. You couldn’t wait to catch up with him, eager to hear all of his stories and the places he’s visited lately. As a rising opera singer, you could confidently say Jongho was the smartest one in your bunch when it came to building a good future for himself. You let go of Seulgi’s hand as you hummed, shuffling on your feet now that you had nothing else to say. You had to room with Yunho whether you liked it or not. Breaking up the couples would’ve been an asshole move, and it would’ve also made you feel uncomfortable—unless Yeri, bless her the angel she was—would end up fighting with Soonyoung over some game, their fight leading her to ditch Soonyoung and room with you instead. One could pray, and you did as you headed back to your room, wanting to unpack your things.

You dragged your feet as you entered the house, the smell of something delicious cooking making your stomach growl. Jeonghan and Seungcheol were already in the kitchen, seasoning the meat and boiling water for ramen, the caramelized onion promising a delicious lunch in just a few hours. As you went up the stairs, you weren’t even surprised to find Soonyoung blasting his music loudly, the door to his and Yeri’s room opened as he was doing push-ups, Yeri nowhere in sight.

“Have a little consideration for some of us, yeah?” You knew Jongho was probably trying to catch up on much-needed sleep, but Soonyoung just pouted before he pushed the door open in your face, not before sticking his tongue out. You rolled your eyes and headed for your room, dread filling your body. Yunho was in there, probably still happy as if he had no worries in this damn world, either smiling or laughing at something on his goddamn phone. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, bracing yourself for the next two days that were to come, then pushed the door open.

Somehow, you weren’t surprised to see Yunho perched up on the edge of the bed, shoes kicked off and his hoodie disregarded as he was playing on his PlayStation Portal, his bottom lip between his teeth and his eyebrows furrowed. The guy was obsessed with gaming throughout college, and you see he hadn’t let go of the bad habit just yet. You didn’t understand what was so entertaining or even pleasurable about wasting your time and life away in front of a console, playing stupid games that either had you mad or screaming at your teammates. Yunho tsked quietly as you walked further inside, shutting the door behind you and stepping out of your shoes, not knowing what to do next. The curtains were undrawn and your eyes settled on the pretty visage for a second, taking in the brightness of the ocean, the waves that crashed against the golden sand not too far from your vacation house. You felt eyes on you, and you turned your head to see Yunho looking up at you with a smile on his lips, the game loading on his console. God, did he have to resemble a damn excited dog? You couldn’t even look at a dog anymore without remembering Yunho, he ruined everything for you.

Looking at your duffle bag on the left side of the bed, realizing that Yunho had already unpacked his things on the right side of the room, made something snap in your chest as your heart started racing again. And what better way than to take your frustration out on Yunho? You gritted your teeth and stormed towards the bed, making Yunho’s eyes widen as you were headed straight for him. He sat up a bit taller when you stopped inches away from him, hands on your hips as you frowned, gnawing on your bottom lip for a second. He opened his mouth, and before he could say something to piss you off even more, your loud voice was clear in the room, “We need rules.”

Yunho didn’t say anything as he looked at you confused, tilting his head as his eyebrows slightly furrowed, “Uhm, what for?”

“Did you think I would just let you in my personal space?” You raised your eyebrows at Yunho and he pouted, the game on his console dinging that it was about to start. He looked down to pause it, then faced you again.

“I mean, we are adults, so I just didn’t expect for us to have…rules.” For someone who was a philosophy professor, he sure as hell looked and sounded dumb right now. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in front of your chest instead, tapping your foot against the floor impatiently.

“That’s exactly why we need rules.” You huffed, then cleared your throat to make yourself understood, “Don’t turn on the overhead lights once I’ve gone to bed; if you snore, you’re instantly out. Clean the sink and toilet after you use it, it’s literally not that hard to close the lid. If I find pubic hair in the shower, you’re never using our bathroom ever again. If you have to fart, fine, but if it’s loud and smelly—for the love of God, Yunho, just use the damn terrace, I don’t want to partake in it. Keep your things on your side of the room, don’t touch my stuff and don’t steal my charger. And most importantly, don’t touch me—not even accidentally—while we are in bed. The pillows I’ll put between us are not to be moved, yeah?!”

Yunho just blinked at you, mouth slightly open as he seemed to be processing the information. As you stared at each other, you realized his black hair had gotten a bit longer since the last time you’d seen him, getting in his eyes. Eyes which were round and a pretty brown colour, staring up at you innocently as if you had accused him of a murder he had never committed. A murder that you would commit if he didn’t respect your boundaries.

“I mean, okay.” His voice was unsure as he pouted, looking around the room, “Can I at least have a little section of the wardrobe for my clothes?”

Great, and now you were the tyrant. You huffed and went to grab your duffle bag, hauling it up on the bed to start unpacking, “You act as if I just stripped you of all of your rights.”

“Might as well have done that, would’ve felt less stingy.” You froze, eyebrows furrowing as you gave Yunho a questioning look. He was still watching you, his cheerful expression finally gone—and the triumph you had expected to feel at being the cause of it never came, leaving you confused. Before you could question what he had meant, Yunho looked down and pressed play on his console, a loud and long sigh leaving his lips as he scooted further up on the bed, leaning his back against the headboard. You gave his body a longer glance than necessary, then went back to the task at hand while also trying to locate all the available pillows in the room to put between the two of you on the bed.

            It was as if no time had passed, as if you were all just naïve and unassuming young adults in your early twenties again, doing the stupidest things that came to mind, sharing stories that certainly were laced with white lies to make them sound cooler, and life felt good for now. As you had dinner this evening, you came to realise that your life had become too monotonous, too frigid. You did the same things daily, getting up and going to work, only to return tired in the afternoon to a household that was empty and bland, waiting for you to fill it with life…which rarely happened since you couldn’t be bothered to pour your time into insignificant things. Most people that you knew were already paired up with their soulmates, having long found them. Your friend group—something that still shocked anyone you told them about—was formed by couples who were soulmates. You knew the Universe had a plan for everyone, stringing them together in mysterious ways, but this one was downright bizarre. Nobody would’ve thought on the night of your first meeting that you’d end up so tight-knit and important to each other, slowly but gradually each one of you discovering their soulmates. Well, except for you and Yunho.

It's not that you weren’t trying to find them; it’s that you were mostly too busy to bother with that, and you also weren’t fond of physical closeness. In a world which requires a touch from your soulmate to leave a mark, thus discovering your match, the thought made you shudder as you rarely let anyone close enough to touch you. Seulgi and Yeosang were exceptions, as were Jeonghan and Seungcheol since they never listened and only did it to annoy you. Sometimes, you wondered if the Universe accidentally mismatched their soulmates for someone else instead of each other, but whenever you voiced that thought, Seulgi would whine, and Jihyo would threaten to beat you up if you repeated that sentence. You knew better than anyone else what it felt like to be surrounded by unconditional love and adoration-filled looks passed between soulmates, and yet you wondered if Yunho ever felt the envy you did as you watched him across the table, head tipped back as he laughed loudly at whatever story Soonyoung was animatedly telling him.

He had always seemed so content, so confident in his aloneness; it made you wonder whether Yunho simply didn’t care about the existence of soulmates. Maybe he had a partner he wasn’t telling you all about, not that you were interested enough to know. The dinner table had been loud as everyone talked over each other, conversations flying around the table without stopping, the friend group eager to catch up and be nostalgic over the past. It felt nice to step away and relax a little, to be surrounded by people who had known you at your lowest and highest. You were thankful for having them, even if you rarely showed it to them, and as your eyes got glassy, you forced yourself to blink the tears away and blame it on the wine. Listening to Jongho, watching the happiness and excitement on his face, made something coil in your stomach, so proud of him for achieving his dream. It was now that you realised you wouldn’t change anything if you were allowed to go back in time—even if that meant meeting Yunho, too.

You don’t know when this displeasure for him started, but you were suspicious it had something to do with the fact that he had laughed in your face after you started crying over a failed grade. You were a perfectionist and worked hard for everything in life; failing at something felt like you were the biggest failure, and you did not appreciate Yunho’s cheery disposition as he told you that the world wouldn’t end if you weren’t good at everything. He wouldn’t get it, he barely cared about anything, he was nonchalant and allowed life to take him to whatever places. You weren’t like that and you hated the envy that consumed your veins when you watched how carefree he was, with how much ease he navigated his life. Happiness was a feeling everyone chased—yearned to feel—and it had never sat well with you that Yunho just so easily achieved it. There was no way he could be that happy all the time, always smiling and laughing, joking with everyone and making others laugh—something wasn’t right about him, and you hated him for it. You sighed before you took another sip of your wine, looking at Yeri as she sneakily pushed her mushrooms filled with cheese on your plate. Soonyoung and her had been dating for the longest, and yet, Soonyoung still hadn’t memorized the fact that Yeri hated mushrooms and carrots.

Once you were done with dinner, you weren’t surprised to find the boys proposing ridiculous games to play as the girls tried to do damage control. You’ve had a long day and you were sure everyone would want to head to bed earlier today compared to yesterday. Your morning was quiet, much to your surprise, Yunho had respected all of your rules and even aired the bathroom after using it. By the time you had come back inside your shared room, he was gone, the scent of his cologne strong as the pleasant breeze brushed inside through the open terrace door. He had also kept to his side of the bed, and you had woken up during the night because you had to pee, finding him clutching a pillow to his chest as he intangibly muttered to himself, his cheeks puffy and hair mused up. Before you could stare at him and become creepy, you went to the bathroom and groaned as you realized Yunho looked adorable. You spent the rest of your day out on the beach, enjoying the warm weather and the refreshing water. Then you had gone to town and hit up pubs and some stores before you returned to your beach house, everyone prettying up so you’d head out at night to have some fun. Getting ready with Yunho was rather domestic and left you feeling weird as you shared a mirror in the bathroom, you doing your makeup and him shaving. No words were exchanged as you were both focused, but you couldn’t help but stare at Yunho from time to time. He’d smile at you softly before finishing up, even asking you questions about what moisturizer he should use to soothe his face after shaving.

It felt oddly normal, right, even, which messed with your head and heart since you hated Jeong Yunho more than anything on this Earth. And now, forced to partake in a game that made no sense, you could feel your heart racing as your arm brushed against Yunho’s, your naked skins hot against each other. Nobody wanted to do the dishes since there were many, so the boys had decided that the slowest couple that would reach the finish line with their ankles tied together would be the ones doing the dishes. It was stupid—and hilarious at the same time—but you refused to admit it when you realized just how excited Yunho was over this stupid idea. And even like that, you couldn’t hide your competitiveness as you focused on the red ribbon tied to a little stick Jongho had pressed into the sand. The moon was above the ocean, shining its calming light over the water and your friend group, as the porch light didn’t reach this far. Your flashlights from your phones helped with better lighting as you made sure you weren’t stepping on crabs, seashells, any small rocks or anything else that could cut your bare feet. You felt goosebumps erupt on your exposed arms due to the chilly breeze, having to grip your long skirt as you were afraid it would get in the way of your success. You raised it above your knees as you stared ahead, tsking when you felt Yunho tugging on your ankle.

“Sorry.” He muttered, looking down at you as Yeri screamed as she and Soonyoung finally passed the finish line. Jihyo was laughing loudly as she showed them the time, the slowest couple so far, and Jongho cheered with malice as he was draped over Yeosang’s back, the couple currently in first place. You chuckled as you watched the two men, their cheeks flushed from the cocktails they’d been having throughout the night, and you jumped when you felt Yunho tenderly pat your wrist, “We are up next.”

Right, it was your turn. You bit your lower lip and clumsily hopped to the start line, feeling perspiration break out on your forehead despite the colder weather. Your heart was racing in anticipation and adrenaline as you realized you and Yunho might not make it to the finish line without faceplanting since you both seemed to be klutzy about this.

“Ready?” Jongho asked, his words slightly slurred, and you wondered how he and Yeosang finished so quickly without tumbling even once, “Start!”

Jeonghan’s loud clap made you jump even though you knew it was coming, and your eyes widened when you felt your tied ankle being dragged by Yunho as he took twice the length of a footstep you would’ve called normal. You yelped as you realized Yunho was practically dragging you after himself, your left hand curling into his bicep as you felt him hold you by the waist to stabilize you when he felt you stagger.

“Come on!” Yunho called out, looking down at you with dark eyes, determined not to lose this. You huffed but had to agree with him; you were not going to wash the monstrous amount of dishes in the kitchen, so you locked in, “That’s it! One—two—three—”

And Yunho continued to count as your steps synched up, finding the perfect rhythm as you were suddenly power walking down the sand, headed for the finish line. You didn’t even realise it at first, but you had started laughing at some point, as did Yunho, who started giggling, jarred on by the booing and cheering of your friends. Jeonghan tried to sabotage you by throwing a pebble in front of you, making Jihyo chastise him for it, but thanks to the long strides Yunho was forcing you to take—not everyone had legs for days like him—you thankfully missed hurting your foot.

“Come on, Y/N, Yunho!” Yeosang cheered you on as he watched the timer in his hands. His face lit up with excitement as he started jumping up and down, “Oh my God! They are going to beat our time, Joong—”

“Bullshit!” Jongho called loudly just as you crossed the finish line, making you cheer loudly as your chest moved up and down quickly as you tried to catch your breath, your heart racing in your chest. Yunho seemed to be glowing under the moonlight, his hair tussled by the wind and the top buttons of his shirt undone and exposing his collarbones and a wink of his chest and—shit, Yunho was gorgeous, and you weren’t laughing anymore as you had stopped to stare at his breathtaking smile.

Someone screamed in delight and you flinched, turning your head in time to watch Jongho falling to the ground dramatically as Yeosang grinned, “You two beat our time! You are in the first place!”

A gasp left your lips, and forgetting your ankle was still tied to Yunho’s, you made to jump up, only to be violently brought back down to the earth by the rope. You gasped again, more in fright, as you felt your right leg give out underneath you, but before you could hit the sand or, worse, sprain your ankle, you felt a strong hand wrap around your left bicep, holding you up. Long fingers pressed into your skin as you found anchor in Yunho’s wrist with your right hand, your own fingers curling into his skin painfully. Your heart was racing as you stared up at Yunho, who looked concerned until his eyebrows furrowed. You winced as you felt your skin burning under his grip, and the two of you released each other at the same time. As Seulgi came to help you untie the rope around your ankles, you dared to glance at your bicep, only to find it bruising into a dark spot right where Yunho’s fingertips had dug into your skin. You gulped nervously, something like dread filling the pit of your stomach as you watched Yunho rub his wrist, chewing on his bottom lip as his skin was blooming with black bruise marks as well.

No, this couldn’t be it. He couldn’t be the one. Anyone but Jeong Yunho, please, Universe.

            The second your eyes flew open the next morning, you had one thought and one only in your mind. Check the bruising. If it was gone by now, you almost had a panic attack over nothing last night. If it was still there, then you’d never want to see Jeong Yunho ever again. You exhaled slowly as you gulped, turning your head to the left to check whether Yunho was still asleep or not. He was softly snoring, facing you as his arm was draped over the pillows you had placed between the two of you, and you came to the alarming realization that the hand which was resting over your stomach was brushing against Yunho’s warm skin. Your fingers seemed to be lazily intertwined and your cheeks burned in both shame and anger as you slowly pulled your hand back, staring up at the ceiling. You were leaving back home in just a few hours, and you hoped the moment you’d unlock your front door would come sooner. Sure, seeing your friends was everything you needed, but possibly being Jeong Yunho’s soulmate was everything you didn’t need.

Taking a quiet, deep breath, you slowly sat up, trying to keep the rustling of sheets minimal so as not to wake Yunho. Then, you said a quiet prayer and dared a peek at your left bicep—only for your world to come crashing down. Your body froze, your limbs going numb as you gaped at your pink and blueish skin, Yunho’s fingertips forever etched into your skin. It was there, nothing could take it away or modify it. The mark left by Yunho was permanent. And he was your soulmate, and you couldn’t do anything about it. Your heart started racing as you swiftly got out of bed, forgetting about Yunho’s presence as you felt tears gather in your eyes. Yunho was an amazing man, you’d be dumb to deny that fact, but you’ve spent your whole life hating him ever since you had gotten to know him. Why did it have to be him? And how come it took you two so long to figure it out? To find each other? You realized it was because you had never touched before, not like this, at least. Yunho knew you hated physical closeness, and unless a game or circumstance forced you together, you couldn’t remember a time when he willingly hovered over you or touched you.

You exhaled a shuddering breath as you continued pacing in your room, still dark inside since Yunho had drawn the blackout curtains together after you complained last morning about the sun falling on your face and waking you up unnecessarily early. You didn’t notice Yunho stirring awake as you bit through your nails, destroying the pretty manicure your friend had given you, and you could swear you still felt Yunho’s firm grip on your skin, his palm warm and smooth, gentle despite the way he held you up. Twisting your arm and looking down at the colourful bruise once again, you wished it would’ve stayed black…then your soul wouldn’t be tied to Jeong Yunho’s. Movement in your peripheral made you freeze again, body tense as you turned around to face Yunho. He had sat up in the bed, hair tousled in all directions, his cheeks chubby and flushed, his eyes puffy, and his lips swollen as he rubbed a large hand over his face, sighing loudly as he leaned against the headboard. It seemed like he hadn’t noticed your distress yet, and you chewed on your bottom lip, instinctively hiding the mark he had left on your bicep last night.

It took him a few more seconds of staring at you to notice the way your fingernails dug into your skin, and his eyes widened minusculely, gulping loudly as his eyes slowly travelled to his right wrist. You didn’t have to look at his skin to know, his quiet gasp was enough to tell you that, yes, this wasn’t a dream nor a sick joke. You and Yunho were soulmates.

“Y/N.” His voice was deep and laced with sleep as he scrambled forward on the bed, his legs getting tangled in the sheets, and something tugged at your heart. God, you hated this. You hated that Seulgi and Yeosang had been right about finding your soulmate…once they were yours, there was no going back, no blissful ignorance, no freedom whatsoever as all you wanted to do was curl up in Yunho’s lap and inhale his strong cologne, run your fingers through his hair and feel his bodily heat, “I’m—we are—”

“I’m hungry.” Was all you said as you grabbed your hoodie—it was Yunho’s, but in your haste to leave, you failed to notice. And then, you were out the door before Yunho could say anything else, his mouth open and his heart racing as he watched you slip away with thundering footsteps. Just how would he mend your already rocky bond?

            Going radio silent on all of your friends was nasty of you, but you needed space and peace. You needed air to clear your thoughts, and you certainly didn’t need a second person’s opinion trying to convince you that finding your soulmate was the best thing in the world. So, what if it was? What if you didn’t want to have a soulmate? Who were you kidding? You’ve always wondered who it’d be and what they’d be like, but now that you knew, you had no idea what to do with yourself. Despite the warm day you had ahead of yourself, you wore a long-sleeved blouse to work, getting curious glances from your co-workers. It was cold in the mornings, so you had grabbed the hoodie you had worn to sleep last night after wearing it the whole day, only to realise in horror that it was Yunho’s and that you had taken it at the vacation house right in front of him. Everything felt mortifying today, even brewing your coffee in the late afternoon, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the visceral reaction you had when someone knocked on your door, and you opened it without checking the peephole first.

Your hands trembled as your grip tightened around the door handle, eyes drinking in Yunho’s tall form as he stood outside your doorstep, smiling sheepishly. His shorts reached just below his knees, a white t-shirt tucked inside with a brown belt hooked around his hips, the colour matching his Vans. Your heart stopped beating when your eyes fell on the flowers in his right hand, the bruise bright and obvious against his pale skin. You gulped, nervous, angry, and unsure at the same time as you stepped back, opening the door wider to let Yunho inside.

“Hi.” His tone was tentative as if he didn’t know how to approach you, and you felt like an asshole that Yunho had to tiptoe around you. He had no idea what attitude you’d have towards him now, and you couldn’t blame him. You’ve always made it obvious that you didn’t like him, and despite his efforts to get on your good side, he only managed to piss you off more each time.

“Hi.” You greeted back, tone impassive as he followed you to your kitchen after he left his shoes in the doorway. He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, rubbing his chin, and you could see the beginning of a stubble growing out. You faced Yunho, the counter between your bodies as you eyed the flowers in his hand, quirking an eyebrow. Yunho blushed, then chuckled awkwardly before he placed the flowers on the counter, pushing them tentatively towards you.

“These are for you.” He said quietly, avoiding eye contact as you reached your hand out to take the flowers. Your hands brushed together accidentally, and you felt electricity coursing through your fingers. Yunho’s head snapped up as his eyes widened, and you knew he had felt it, too. You sighed, leaning against the counter in defeat as you grabbed the flowers, looking down at them with a tired smile.

“Thank you, this is a sweet gesture.” You muttered, tracing the petals as you heard a surprised sound leaving Yunho’s mouth. You chuckled, looking up at him in defeat, “I’m sorry for the way I reacted yesterday. I was…in shock.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Yunho shrugged, pulling out a stool to sit on. You grabbed a vase and filled it with water as Yunho watched you tinker around in your kitchen, placing the pretty flowers in the vase, “How are you feeling now?”

You chuckled humourlessly, “I’m still shocked, but I’m not in denial anymore.”

“Yeah, that’s good.” Yunho averted his eyes, tracing the pattern of the marble of your countertop, “Is it…so horrible that I am your soulmate?”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you felt a lump in your throat. Gone was the happy and assured Yunho, replaced with someone sad-sounding and sceptical, “What? No, I just—I’m a horrible person. I’m sorry for making you feel unwanted, Yunho. I just…I spent my whole life ignoring you and disliking you, and now we’re…supposed to spend our lives together, it’s just so weird.”

You could’ve worded that better, and you only realized that when Yunho flinched, avoiding eye contact, “Wait! I—fine, I might as well be honest now. I was put off by your confidence at first; I didn’t understand how one could smile so much, laugh all the time and have no hardships. Then, as our friend group grew closer together, I realized it’s just who you were. A happy, cheerful, positive person with a bright outlook on life, and I just—that was so foreign to me. I thought you were fake for never showing how you truly felt, for smiling even when you were sad or angry. I realise it sounds really shitty of me now that I’m saying it out loud, but I genuinely don’t hate you, Yunho. I just find you…enigmatic?”

You didn’t expect Yunho to smile, but then again, you shouldn’t have been surprised that it was his first reaction. He chuckled and lowered his head, eyebrows furrowed before he looked up into your eyes, “I hope you’ll learn to be less grumpy by my side, then, Y/N, I can’t have you chasing the sunshine away.”

“You are the sunshine.” You slapped a hand over your mouth in terror when you realized you had said that out loud, making Yunho’s head fall back as he started laughing loudly. God, this was so utterly embarrassing. Were you always so cringy?

“That was rather sweet of you, thank you.” He said once he had calmed down, a faint blush painting his cheeks, “It’s a little hilarious you literally hate me for being a cheerful person, but I get it…I suppose. We are different in many ways, but you know what they say…opposites attract.”

“Right, that.” You muttered under your breath, pursing your lips, “What now?”

“Well,” Yunho seemed to think for a second, his forehead lightly creasing as he hummed lowly, “I say we slowly get to know each other.”

“But we already know each other.” You quickly said, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Yes, but you have a prejudice over me, and I also have my own beliefs about your personality, so…I say we take it from zero and rediscover each other. If that’s alright with you.” As an afterthought, Yunho added with a mutter, “After all, there’s plenty of ways we don’t know each other yet.”

Your cheeks flushed as your mind conjured up an image of Yunho you’d rather not fantasize about while the man was right in front of you, so you cleared your throat and squared your shoulders, trying to look serious despite the knowing glint in Yunho’s eyes with which he was looking at you, “Right, sure. That sounds…okay, I can work with that.”

Yunho stood, grinning widely at you, “Can I hug you, then?”

You gnawed on your bottom lip for a second before you nodded, walking around the counter to approach Yunho. He was beaming at you as he opened his arms, and your heart lurched all the way up into your throat before it settled into a frenzied rhythm, making you almost stagger into your soulmate. Yunho’s t-shirt was soft as your cheek landed on his shoulder, nose faintly brushing against the warm skin of his neck, and your eyes fluttered closed when Yunho’s arms secured around you, pulling you flush against himself. You exhaled quietly and circled his waist, feeling your cheeks burn as Yunho hummed in contentment, nuzzling his nose against the top of your head. He held you firmly like he knew you had all the time in the world, and you’ve never felt as safe as in this moment. Your muscles were lax, your mind quiet as you lost yourself in Yunho’s warmth and familiar cologne, cheeks burning brighter when you remembered that you hadn’t stopped wearing his hoodie ever since you accidentally took it. Thank the Universe you had changed out of it when you got home, or else you’d be beyond embarrassed about it.

“Oh, I cannot wait to get used to this,” Yunho whispered into the crown of your head, and you swore you felt your legs turn into a puddle as you turned your head into his neck, trying to refrain from giggling as you bit your bottom lip. You didn’t fight the feeling and pressed a swift kiss against his pulse point, making Yunho’s arms tighten around your torso. You would’ve never thought you’d do a one-eighty when it came to Yunho, but as your soulmate mark buzzed with warmth and electricity, you realized you were safe and looking ahead to a bright future.

Quite literally, since your soulmate was like the sun.

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𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚖 || 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚐𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

in which you and paige get caught

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paigebueckers fit check

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user3 yes paige! give us nothing!

user4 she been soft launching for two years give us a crumb please 😩

azzi35 you're welcome

paigebueckers you a real one

kamoreaarnold girl boo! we get it

paigebueckers don't be salty that you single and i'm not

user5 hard launch already

user6 leave her alone

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ynpriv possessive much?

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paigenobuckets all mine

azzipriv guys there are children here... kk look away

notkka girl boo i am an adult nikanotmuhl kk lying is bad notkka not you roasting me all the way from seattle space needle

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paige was sitting on the bed, scrolling through her phone. she was already dressed, just waiting on you, who said they were going to be done ten minutes ago — twice. 

“baby! we gotta get going soon!” paige tucked her phone into her pocket, moving towards the bathroom where you were. just as she was about to open the door, you pull it open, stepping out, messing with your hair.

“how do i look?” you run your hands down your sides.

paige’s jaw dropped, always in awe of you. “damn, ma. give me a twirl.” you did. “you look beautiful.”

heat crawled up your neck to your cheeks. walking towards her, your reach up, placing your hands on her cheeks to pull her down for a kiss, which she happily lets you. 

“let’s go?”

“let’s go.”

paige drove through the streets of downtown los angeles, left hand on the steering wheel, the other gently gripping your thigh.

“you sure no one’s gonna recognize you there?” you ask, hands playing with paige’s fingers.

“people probably will, but we take about it. it’s about time they find out the hot ass woman i’m with.”

“oh, stop. we been together two years, you don’t gotta woo me anymore.”

“where’s the fun in that?”

you laugh, a hand coming to rest on the back of paige’s neck, thumb stroking her jaw.

the lights in the packed arena shone bright, casting a golden glow over the court as the game was about to start. you and paige decided to sit away from the court, not wanting to be seen right away if they were court side. you were excited to say the least. any chance to be out in public with paige was rare, always looking over your shoulder for cameras, but for once you didn’t care.

your relationship with paige had been private since the very beginning, but not secret. paige was a public figure, everything she did was put under a microscope. you, on the other hand, was just a student at uconn, catching her eyes as you watched her play from the crowd. 

between her growing fame and the scrutiny of the media, it was easier this way. no unnecessary drama, no outside pressure — just the two of you, safe in your own little bubble. but tonight, after a long talk, you both agreed it was time to step out of that bubble and what better way to do so than a basketball game, just two fans in a sea of thousands.

dressed in hoodies and caps pulled low, healed comfortably in the suite. your legs crossed together as you sat, paige’s hand finds its place on your thigh. 

“okay nil money,” you say looking around the private suite. “you being my sugar daddy huh?” she shrugs, playing it cool, rubbing her hands together. “if you keep doing those rizz hands i’m gonna break up with you.”

“c’mon ma, don’t be like that.” she wraps an arm over your shoulder, pulling you into her. “you love me too much.”

“whatever helps you sleep at night.”

the game has been going amazingly. the sparks making all their shots. everything was going smoothly until the dreaded moment.

the arena’s jumbotron lit up with the words kiss cam, the camera panning over various couples as the crowd cheered each time a pair kissed. you watched absentmindedly until some familiar faces filled the massive screen.

your face.

and paige’s

your stomach dropped when you realized what was happening.

“oh shit,” paige mumbled, trying to stop a smirk from showing on her face. you shove her away hiding your face in your hands.

the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles as the camera lingered on your both, broadcasting your stunned expressions to the entire arena.

paige turned to you, her blue eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and and amusement. “well… this is awkward.” 

your heart raced, heat creeping up your neck as the attention of thousands of fans bore onto you. you could already imagine the headlines, the videos, the endless speculation. but then paige did something that made your breath hitch. 

she smiled.

not the nervous, camera-ready smile she flashed for interviews, but the one reserved for you — the soft, knowing one that said i got you. 

screw it.

you grabbed the front of her hoodie, pulling her close as your lips met hers in a soft but unmistakable kiss. the crowd went wild, cheering and clapping, filling the arena with noise. when you finally pulled away, paige was grinning, her fingers tightening around yours.

“well,” she said, leaning in as the screen switched to a different couple. “i guess the secret’s out.”

you laughed, squeezing her hand. “yeah, but at least we got to choose how.”

“we?” paige gave you a teasing shocked expression. “what do you mean we? it was you!”

“shut up,” you mumbled, hiding your face in her neck. she pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your head before turning her attention back to the game.

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paigebueckers the kiss cam kinda outed us tho @/ynpriv

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user1 HARD LAUNCH HARD LAUNCH

user2 we waited two years for this!!!

azzi35 y/n baby leave her and let's get married

ynpriv baby i do paigebueckers uh... hello??? no you do not azzi35 call me miss steal yo girl paigebueckers THERES NO STEALING

user3 we love an overprotective gf

kamoreaarnold girl i was CACKLING when i saw y'all on tmz

ynpriv did i look good? kamoreaarnold you looked hot paigebueckers you people need to stop flirting with my girl

nika.muhl ugh i miss her so much

ynpriv nika baby come home the kids and i miss you paigebueckers im done

[howi99]

Jaune: *transporting Yang on his back, entering team RWBY's room* Hey Ruby!

Ruby: ... Jaune, why is my sister unconscious?

Jaune: *delicately posing the sleeping beauty in her bed* Honestly? No clues! We were just walking to the arcade when i saw a guy doing some sick move on a skateboard. So i grabbed her hands and-

Ruby: *cutting him in a panic* WAIT! HOLD ON!

Jaune: *confused* What did i-

Ruby: YOU HOLD HER HAND!?

Jaune: ... Y-yeah? *Scratching his head* Does she hate it-

Ruby: *grabbing him by the shoulders* THEN WHAT HAPPENED!?

Jaune: U-uh... Well...

_ 1h ago _

Jaune: *holding Yang's hand, smiling* That guy was awesome, right? Man, those tricks were sick!

Yang: *Blushing* Y-yeah! Totally! *Looking at their hands* (OMG OMG! WE ARE HOLDING HANDS!? ALREADY?!? BUT WE AREN'T EVEN DATING!!!)

Jaune: *who was continuing talking* -So, you'd like some?

Yang: *who absolutely didn't listen* (That sounds like an invitation! S-should i accept!?) U-uh yeah, sure!

Jaune: *beaming* Awesome! I heard they made some of the best noodles in town and-

Yang: *panicking* (RESTAURANT!? OH MY GOSH, THIS IS A DATE!!!) J-Jaune, d-don't you think we should take it a bit slower?

Jaune: *confused* Hm? *Worried* Oh, am i walking too fast? *Apologetic smile* I'm sorry, i just got excited about the food i guess.

Yang: ... (ALERT! ALERT! HE'S SEDUCING US! THAT IDIOT DOESN'T EVEN TRY AND WE ARE FOLDING LIKE A CAMPING CHAIR!) *Cough in her hand, trying to hide how much of a blushing mess she is* It's fine, d-don't worry!

_ _ _

Ruby: *recoil* YOU TOOK HER TO A RESTAURANT!?

Jaune: ... I mean, it was more of a food stand but-

Ruby: WHAT ELSE?!

Jaune: N-not much! We just finished eating when-

_ 30min ago _

Yang: *Finishing her bowl* Damn, that was good! *Grinning, hitting Jaune's arm playfully* Should have brought me here sooner, that place's the best! (Oof, i was just imagining things. Man, i really need to calm myself, huh?)

Jaune: *looking at Yang, seeing a little bit of noodle stuck on her face* Hm... Yang, you got something on your face.

Yang: Wait, really? Where-

Jaune : *Remove it delicately with a smile, his hand brushing her face slightly* Here, all good to go!

Yang: ... (FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCKKKKKK!!!)

Jaune: *tilting his head* Is everything alright?

Yang: *Blushing madely* O-o-of c-course! J-just a bit hot, that's all! (VB, STOP! I'M GOING TO MELT! YOU ARE KILLING ME WITH KINDNESS!)

Jaune: *worried* Yang, you are completely red... *Putting his hand on her forehead* You are burning! *Grabbing her hands* He-here, i'll boost your aura and-

_ _ _

Jaune: And she lost consciousness right there. *Scratch his head* I really don't understand, she was fine and then BAM! K.O!

Ruby: ... So that's what dad warned us about.

Jaune: What?

Ruby: *shaking her head with a sigh, going out of the room* Just... Good luck. *Close the door*

Jaune: *confused* ... Good luck? *Feeling a sensation of dread as he felt something warm on his back* ... Y-Yang?

Yang: *smiling like an angel* Yes~?

Jaune: *blushing* W-why can't i feel your jacket?

Yang: *chuckle* Oh Jaune... You have no idea how much you are going to enjoy this~

[starconstruction]

Can you write a smut story for kep1er dayeon?

Prank Gone Right

Kep1er Dayeon x Male Reader (Smut)

smut tags: creampie, 69, mindless, aphrodisiac.

Word Count: 869

God damn your friend.

What you assumed was supposed to be an innocent prank has put you in quite the compromising position. You invited your study partner Dayeon over to finish your assignments, and you both ate some food that your friend gave you. Him laughing should have been the first clue, but you didn't pay it much mind.

You definitely should have.

Your head was disorientated and fuzzy, all thoughts of working were replaced by lustful sparks of desire. Hot and heavy, your cock was pressing against the fabric of your jeans.

Your laptop laid on the table, screen on sleep mode. Dayeon wasn't doing much better, head pressed against her textbook. Black strands of hair grabbing onto the sweaty surfaces of her head, the skin you could see were completely scorched in a red flush.

"Dayeon, shit I'm sorry." You gasped, not looking at her in fear of making it worse.

"God, is this just a normal prank you play on each other. This is awful..." She whined against the book, voice muffled slightly.

"No, I think I beat him in Smash Bros last week. I doubt he thought I'd have company." You replied.

"Oh, fuck... Y/N I can't do this anymore." The book slammed against the table, getting up suddenly.

"Yeah you can err, leave if you need."

"No, you got me this fucking horny, this fucking wet. Meet me upstairs, leave the clothes." She commanded bluntly, rushing upstairs.

You discarded your pants so quickly, so excited for whats to come, or cum.

-

Dayeon's mouth took your cock straight into her mouth, positioning herself awkwardly to give access to her pussy, which you happily obliged to take.

You two were way too aroused for words, desperate to lap up her slick as if it was air. Tongue brandishing long strokes into her lips, she was completely soaked with need and lust. Every lick had a connecting string of her juices.

The aroused study partner took mental notes on your cock, throating your length right down to the base. The sensation was amplified by the aphrodisiac, everything feeling stronger and vivid. Like you could feel the sounds of her slurping, wet and sloppy.

You couldn't say your praises, too buried into her pussy to let out anything but short animalistic growls, devouring the girl who laid against your tongue. Her taste so strong, so obscene, so perfect.

Her hands found your balls, giving the gentlest squeezes that contrasted with her rough mouth, warm spit hitting your thighs in any which way.

You were drinking her up, parting her lips as your tongue explored the deepest parts of Dayeon, slippery juices falling down your lips onto your chin as a mark of a job well done.

She pulled away, a heavy breath ripping through her lungs as they took in as much oxygen as possible. "Enough, I can't think of anything but you fucking me... I need that cock in me now!" You weren't going to wait a minute longer.

Dayeon's body laid against your bed, head resting against your pillows with her legs lifted up. Giving you necessary handles to pound her, the air got thick with the sight of this hottie. Hair sprawled everywhere, nipples rock solid as her hand fondled them in impatience.

You didn't need anymore foreplay, desperate to get into her hole. Pushing inside with one smooth stroke, her bodiee natural lubricant doing half of the heavy lifting.

You two moaned like animals at the feeling of her being penetrated, picking up speed immediately as she wrapped around you like a sinful vice. "Oh fuck Dayeon!"

"God that's fucking good!"

Your hips pounded in and out of her, bed shaking violently with a loud racketing. Everyone below and above you would hear, but who cares. She was everything right now.

"Oh fuck, you are so tight!" You choked, there was no rhythm, no pace, no order.

"Yeah? Fuck.. I'm not sure how long I've got!" She screamed.

A loud bang sounded out from the floor, disgruntled trying to get you to stop. You ignored it, if anything you sped up.

Her hands scratched wounds into your back, long nails clawing a stake into the flesh.

"I'm cumming! Fuck, fuck I'm cumming!" She yelled, her pussy pushing you out as her squirt coated the bed. That didn't deter you, diving right back into her cunt.

You weren't going to last much longer either, pounding her overstimulated body with no regards for her, too needy to worry.

" I'm gonna cum Dayeon! Fuck!" You groaned.

"Inside! Inside! Please..." She begged.

You were more than happy to comply, body stopped in pace as your shaft buried itself as far into her as possible. Firing a load deep inside, spurts filling her body up with an earth shattering orgasm.

You sat there for a second, pulling out of her slick hole. But you didn't soften, the effects of the aphrodisiac hadn't slowed. Not one bit.

"Shit... I am still so horny Y/N, fuck me more!" She whined.

Everyone on this floor was going to hate you and Dayeon at the end of the night. But when she winks at you so seductively, can you even care?

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Thailand is back in the game

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

March 2025 Week 3

Ongoing Series - Thai

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 1 of 12 - Bite me. Of course I fucking adore this. It's exactly the style of BL I like best in the world. I love everything about it including that the dentist is unhinged. Will it push "worst trope" buttons or stay safe? Either way its gonna be fun. Mark is doing a killer job (and looks STUNNING). Plus Jimmy is gonna show up? I'm all in.

Perfect 10 Liners (Sun YT) ep 21 of 24 - I love FaifaWine so much. How am I gonna judge this show when I feel so differently about each pair? 

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 1 of 10 - Adaptation of a yaoi starring Boom (Chains of Heart) and Smart (Don't Say No). And... it’s fine. I like the leads quite a bit. There is a part of me though, that wishes this was getting a JBL treatment rather than Thai. I like that it’s gonna be longer this way, but the subject matter just feels more Japanese. The show is engaging enough despite this, or perhaps because of it. It’s interesting to watch Thailand tackle Japanese IP since there is built in stylistic tension. Right now it it is ill-fitting, like a shrunken suit. But it might turn out to be Velcroed on, and suddenly split open or be torn off, so I'm hypnotized. All in all, this is not what I was hoping for, but I'll keep watching if I can (I no longer have VIP status on WeTV). 

Flirt Milk (Sat YT) ep 9 or 10 - I think the reason I really dislike the main couple is how truly childlike the uke character is. It’s not kinky, it’s just creepy. I like the second pairing of "arrogant asshole and ultra tsundere uke".

And.... suddenly everybody is getting it on. Of course I like the whole show better now but it’s taken too much to get here and we arrived rather precipitously.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) Ep 2 of 12 - I’m gonna say it. In addition to not having much chemistry, I don’t think the leads are doing a good job in their roles. They either need to be more campy or less. Joss is pretty darn wooden, but that’s nothing new. So it's Gawin who is disappointing me. He seems to be directed to become something very against his nature, so much so it's an awkward screen presence. It’s all rather unpleasant to watch. It can’t be just me feeling this. Right?

Okay but…

Puts snark hat on:

Are ALL Tong’s fluids potently golden?

ALL OF THEM?

That be a fun use of verse in the future. 

(We would never get that lucky though.)

Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) ep 1 of 7 - Started with singing which I was not happy about. I also really dislike the main character. I’m not wild about the actor either. I’m not sure if I can watch this show.

Ossan‘s Love Thailand (Mon YouTube) ep 11 of 12 - Already one of the worst shows in BLandia and they just had to put in the amnesia trope! (Insert all & every expletive here. Only don't, because I can't even get worked up about it.) Worst trope ever. What am I supposed to do with myself? This is untenable. Yes yes I could drop it. But with only one more ep, and a serious sunk cost fallacy in play, I am seeing this bullpucky through to the better end.

But I am very bitter about it.

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Secret Relationships (Korea iQIYI) ep 4 of 8 - It has taken me half the damn show to realize it, but this is Korea doing messy gays! I didn’t recognize, because we so rarely get this trope from KBL. How exciting. I don’t normally like toxic and messy, but I guess I like it now because this show is sending me. Yes yes it's unhinged but for soem reason I'm okay with it.

7 years (SEVEN YEARS) of these insane hyungs sniffing round this poor little gay baby like he's the chosen one in some harem m/m/m/m. It is wild! But I also do finally see why they all like Da-on so much. Good kiss but also... no kissing drunk baby!

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 7 of 12 - The sides are the only thing that matter in this show. I have taken a stance. Also I LOVE Ian. I had him for 5 seconds and will move mountains for him. 

Fight for Love (Vietnam YT) ep 7 end - WAY too much singing. Sigh. But otherwise a fine end.

Summary

A cute but soapy piece from Vietnam about a rich kid with a crush on a busker (who already has relationship problems). Pretty standard chaotic Vietnamese romcom with unhinged characters and a mildly incomprehensible plot about a boy who wants to be a singer and another boy who is in love with him + various exes. It’s fine if you have nothing else to do. (Which seems to be about how the music boy felt about the dude he ended up with.) 7/10

Checkered Shirt (Korea YT) ep 7 of 8 - again I either missed it or it didn’t drop. I'm struggling with YT these days.

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

In case you missed it

Gelboys (Thai iQIYI) 7 eps - It ended. How do we feel about it? Worth watching?

The Last Time (Thai WeTV) 8 eps - Ended? Anyone watch it?

BamBam of GOT7 just being very Thai about the prettiest contestant ever to be on a survivor show. And that's all Imma say about this rabbit hole. I don't normally cross the streams like this, but this is so BL adjacent and has gotta be someone's fanfic come to life.

I rewatched it - new segment

(because of the slump, here's what I revisited lately)

Minato's Laundromat - holds up

Cosmetic Playlover - holds up

Kiss X Kiss X Kiss: Perfect Scandal - holds all the way up (see gif)

Vending Machine Sono Koi - not so good on the rewatch

Dominant Yakuza and Wimpy Corporate Slave - still as silly as I remember, but not worth rewatching again soon

Hidden Agenda - a frequent rewatch for me, I find JoongDunk a very comforting pair

Bad Buddy - my first rewatch and I gotta say, I think this one was BETTER for me on a rewatch! Such a great show. I would go so far as to say this might be the best Thai BL as an example of OG Thai Uni BL. It just perfect a classic. You just have to like the classics.

Next Week Looks Like This:

Frigay Is Back!

3/28 Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri Viki) 10 eps - Trailer. Adaption of the comic by Lily, about a shy unpopular boy with a secret crush on best friend who somehow also ends up his school's relationship counselor. Supposed to have completed filming in 2022, the fact this has been in dev hell since then somewhat mitigates this being my most anticipated BL of it's original year.

3/28 Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) 12 eps - We haven't had cop/criminal in a long time, and from Taiwan no less, I'm looking forward to this!

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[aviscarrentals]

hughes brothers x sister!reader

<<previous next>>

note: it's so hard to find female hockey players, so please just pretend that the uniforms are rangers uniforms 😭 the next part will start the preseason so stay tuned <3 (also i switched matt and y/n's texts to ims because the insta dm generator won't let me swear LMAO)

youruser

youruser home sweet home

c.bedsy she's officially a new yorkah!!

nyrangers welcome to the city that never sleeps!

nicohischier time to unfollow

-> youruser "alexa play bad blood by taylor swift"

-> nicohischier taylor's version!!!!!

jackhughes miss you 😢

-> youruser we literally just facetimed

-> jackhughes god can't a brother be sentimental every once in a while

-> youruser you have the sentiment of a woman on birth control

-> canucky damn clocked his ass

mattrempe nice place

-> kinggoatgiroux bro's always lurking in her comments 💀

-> jackssidehoe and she never responds LMAO

remps

youruser has posted a story

replies:

jackhughes where are you going all fancied up

-> youruser i have no idea

-> jackhughes what

remps

youruser has posted a story

text: first practice!!

nyrangers has posted a story

text: first time on msg ice

youruser

youruser in action

nyrangers look at her go!

tarahawkbedsy i'm actually so excited to have a woman playing in the nhl you have no idea

-> kchtkovs she's such an icon

-> hugh3skiss i bet her mom is so proud 🥲

elustrals wait her and matt hitting sticks is so cute

-> simasebeckova they're such an unlikely friendship it's so adorable

-> justd3wit literally i cannot imagine her ever getting in a fight and he gets in one every game 😭

_quinnhughes be safe ❤️

-> youruser dawg you literally have glass bones YOU be safe

-> _quinnhughes i hope you wipe out in your first game

-> youruser love you too quinn ❤️

taglist: taglist: @nic0-hischier @paladin--strait @chiblackhawks @ccomandercody @13hischiers @jsjcue @yourmomstinks @unknownlullaby @dancerbailey3 @hufflepanda221b

[deansbeer]

make a wish !

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 adult content ; minors go away.

♡ synopsis. on your special day, your friends stood you up, but jason comes through and makes it even better than you expected.

♡ warning(s). smut, unprotected sex, oral sex ( fem!receiving ), dirty talk, slight praise kink, minor angst ( friends cancelling birthday dinner ), fluff & comfort, best friends to lovers, mutual pining.

♡ kari notes. another lil bday gift for bree since it's still the 23rd for me <3 and i'm just SO down bad for mr. todd ;) enjoyyyyy baddies lol <3

birthdays were supposed to be special. you spent weeks looking forward to yours, planning the perfect outfit and imagining all the fun memories you'd make with your closest friends.

you'd spent hours getting ready, carefully curling your hair, applying your makeup just right, and sliding into that little black dress you'd bought specifically for tonight. your heels sparkled, your lips glossed, and your hopes were high.

jason had stopped by earlier, like he always did. he was your best friend, after all—he knew your birthday was important and refused to miss out on seeing you before you left. he even brought you a gift, neatly wrapped despite his usual messy style. you couldn't help but smile as he handed it over, a shy grin on his handsome face.

"you didn't have to get me anything, jay," you'd said softly, unwrapping it carefully. you gasped quietly when you saw it—a beautiful silver necklace, delicate and dainty, with your birthstone gleaming brightly. "oh my god—it's beautiful."

he shrugged, cheeks turning pink under your gaze. "i'm glad you like it, sweetheart. figured it'd look good on you."

you smiled warmly, leaning over to hug him tight, breathing in his familiar scent of leather, mint, and something uniquely him. "thank you, jay. this means a lot."

he stayed with you until it was time to leave, offering to drive your car since he knew damn well you hated driving in heels. he pulled up to the fancy restaurant your friend had booked, giving you a reassuring smile. "have fun tonight, yeah? you deserve it."

you smiled softly, squeezing his hand gently before getting out. "i'll let you know when we're done."

he nodded, watching you walk inside before heading back.

——

the hostess greeted you with a warm smile, leading you to a private room at the back. your excitement grew, imagining your friends already waiting, ready to celebrate. but when the doors opened, your heart sank.

the room, beautifully decorated with twinkling lights, candles, and flowers, was completely empty.

you frowned slightly, checking your phone. maybe everyone was just running late? you sat down anyway, gracefully settling into a chair. to ease your nerves, you texted jason, letting him know you were safe—but alone for now.

hey jay, made it safely. nobody here yet tho, guess they're late lol

jason: late? thought your friend would be there first, right?

you hesitated, realizing he was right.

yeah... maybe traffic. i'll keep you updated.

jason: alright doll, keep your phone close.

you waited patiently for an hour, heart sinking lower with every passing minute. eventually, you texted the group chat, asking if everyone was okay. messages flooded in, each one cutting deeper than the last:

"omg so sorry girl! something came up tonight."

"shit, i thought we canceled? oops."

"happy birthday tho! rain check?"

you stared blankly at your screen, eyes stinging with tears. your throat felt tight, your vision blurred. embarrassed, you swallow down the lump in your throat. you tried to stay composed, but soon tears slipped silently down your cheeks, quickly wiped away with a napkin.

it hurt more than you'd admit. you felt stupid, embarrassed, and alone on your birthday.

with shaky fingers, you called jason.

"hey," he answered immediately, his voice soothing. "everything alright?"

"can you come get me, jay?" you whispered, voice thick with tears.

he paused, voice gentle but firm. "of course. you okay?"

"it's stupid," you sniffled quietly. "just wanna go home."

"i'll be right there," he promised softly.

——

jason arrived within fifteen minutes, pulling your car to the curb. you stood outside, hugging yourself against the chill. he immediately noticed your red eyes and the defeated slump in your shoulders. without a word, he stepped out, pulling you into his strong arms. you buried your face into his warm chest, breathing him in shakily.

"it's okay, sweetheart," he murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to your hair. "i've got you."

"they forgot," you whispered brokenly against his black leather jacket, tears soaking into the fabric. "everyone canceled. on my birthday."

he tightened his hold, voice low and comforting. "then they're idiots. c'mon, let's get you home."

he helped you into the car, making sure you were buckled and comfortable before climbing in himself. you noticed he drove in the opposite direction from home.

"where are we going?"

he shot you a soft smile. "you trust me?"

you nodded slowly, still wiping your eyes.

he took you straight to mcdonald's, ordering your favorite meal despite your protests.

"jason, you don't have to—"

"hey, hush. it's your birthday. let me treat you."

you smiled weakly, accepting the food gratefully. afterward, he took you to local drugstore, grabbing a basket and gently nudging you inside. "grab whatever you want. tonight's your night."

you hesitated, but soon the basket overflowed with favorite snacks, candies, chocolates, and drinks. jason only smiled fondly, never complaining once.

when you returned home, confused but feeling lighter, he took the bags inside, ushering you toward the bathroom. "freshen up, get comfy. i'll set everything up."

you showered quickly, slipping into your favorite little silk nightgown, the fabric soothing against your skin. padding back out, you found jason waiting, smiling warmly as he patted the spot beside him.

the coffee table was covered in your favorite snacks, drinks, and treats. your heart warmed; he’d made a whole cozy setup just for you.

"happy birthday, pretty girl," he whispered softly, pulling you close. you leaned against him, watching your favorite movie. his arm wrapped gently around your shoulders, fingertips tracing soothing patterns along your skin.

you relaxed into his warmth, resting your head against his broad chest. his heartbeat was steady, comforting beneath your cheek. his scent surrounded you—warm, safe, familiar. you sighed contentedly, finally feeling calm.

after a while, you glanced up, noticing him watching you intently.

"what?" he murmured softly, thumb brushing your shoulder.

"nothing," you breathed, suddenly shy beneath his gaze.

his eyes darkened softly, moving slowly to cup your face. your breath caught as he leaned closer, gently brushing his lips against yours, hesitant at first, then deepening with quiet confidence.

heat surged through your body instantly. you straddled his lap instinctively, feeling his strong hands grip your hips, pulling you flush against his body. the kiss turned messy, desperate, tongues tangling, breaths mingling.

"fuck, baby," he groaned softly, fingers sliding up beneath your gown. he chuckled huskily when he realized you wore nothing underneath. "no panties, huh? you're just full of surprises."

you blushed, biting your lip. "didn't think you'd notice."

he smirked, guiding you onto your back, hovering protectively above you. "little minx."

he kissed you deeply, pulling the top of your gown down, exposing your breasts. his mouth found your nipples, sucking gently, making you moan softly beneath him. his fingers dipped between your thighs, teasing your clit, making your hips arch eagerly.

"need you," you gasped breathlessly against his lips, tugging at his shirt. "please, jay."

he stripped quickly, his muscular frame hovering over you. breathless, you watched his cock spring free, already hard and heavy. you shivered, spreading your thighs wider, welcoming him.

he pressed inside slowly, groaning deeply at how perfectly you stretched around him. you gasped at the fullness, nails digging gently into his soft squishy torso.

"fuck," he whispered roughly, thrusting carefully at first, then building a steady rhythm. "you're perfect."

you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him closer, deeper, moaning softly into his neck. your bodies moved together effortlessly, pleasure building rapidly.

"jay—god, feels s'good," you whimpered, clinging tightly, feeling yourself nearing the edge.

"that's right, come for me, baby," he growled softly, thrusts becoming deeper, rougher, hitting every perfect spot inside you.

you shattered beneath him, crying out his name, tightening around him. he groaned, hips stuttering as he followed you over the edge.

afterward, he held you close, gently stroking your hair. you sighed contentedly, heart full and happy.

"happy birthday," he whispered lovingly, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

you smiled softly, cuddling closer, feeling loved and important in his arms.

maybe birthdays didn't always go as planned—but tonight, wrapped up in jason, you realized this was exactly where you were meant to be.

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[petersasteria]

boys, boys, boys (1) - all

Pairing: kwon jiyong x reader, choi seunghyun x reader, kang daesung x reader Summary: you're an actress in a musical

Daesung: SIX; Jane Seymour

When Daesung found out that you were cast as Jane Seymour on SIX the Musical, he was very ecstatic for you. Though, he didn't know what it was about.

"I'm very happy for you! You've been practicing your audition for ages and now you got the part!! That's so amazing!" Daesung clapped. "So, what's it about?"

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"Like, what's the musical about?" He asked.

"Oh, well it's about King Henry VIII's six wives."

"SIX WIVES?!" He shrieked. "Damn. And your role is...?"

"My role is wife no.3, Jane Seymour." You said proudly. "I'm very excited because there's not much research about her other than the fact she died of childbirth."

"Ooh, that's interesting. I know you'll nail it!" He smiled, giving you a tight hug.

When opening night came, Daesung sat on the best seat in the theater: third row, center. He even brought the guys with him who were just as excited.

"Dae, why'd you pick third row, again?" Jiyong asked as they made their way to their seats.

"Because sitting in the first row will give us neck pain from looking up and it's the best view because you can see everything." Daesung explained as they all sat down. A few minutes later, the show started and the guys were immensely surprised to see your performance. They knew that you were a musical actress, but they've never seen your work before.

From the corner of Seunghyun's eye, he caught Daesung mouthing the lyrics and dancing some of your steps; the steps he helped you polish, seeing as he was there during rehearsals.

Seunghyun leaned on his side and whispered, "You even know their steps?"

Daesung nodded, "I'm their biggest fan. I was at all their rehearsals."

When it was time for your solo, Daesung was excited. You had been gatekeeping your solo for a while now. Yes, he was present at rehearsals, but you'd kick him out whenever it's your turn to sing. You'd always send him out to buy food or something you don't even need just to keep it a surprise.

The piano's intro played and the boys' attention were quickly shifted to you as the spotlight stayed on you for your solo.

"~You've got a good heart, but I know it changes. A restless tide, untameable.~" You sang, feeling the song. During all those times Daesung was out, you were able to focus and really imagined yourself in Jane Seymour's shoes. You knew Daesung loved you to pieces, but you had to imagine your love for him being unrequited and only transactional. It was hard because he's such a sweetheart, but you had to. In the end, it was all worth it and you perfected your performance.

"Oh my god, I didn't know she could sing THAT good." Jiyong said quietly, his jaw dropping as you hit each note. "Daesung, why did you have to gatekeep her voice?! We could've collaborated."

"I'm gonna cry." Seunghyun said as tears clouded his vision. "It's beautiful. She did a great job.... and don't tell anyone I cried."

"That's so going on the internet." Youngbae chuckled as he shed a few tears, himself.

Daesung sat quietly as he smiled proudly. He was crying too. You sounded so angelic and for some reason, it sounded so holy; like some higher power is there with you.

"~Soon I'll have to go. I'll never see him grow, but I hope my son will know he'll never be alone. 'Cause like a river runs dry and leaves its scars behind, I'll be by your side 'cause my loooo~" You sang, holding the note.

"You better hold that note, girl." Jiyong said, sitting at the edge of his seat.

"She will. She's like Daesung. They both hold their notes well." Seunghyun said, nudging Daesung with a small smile.

"~ooove is set in stone.~" You smiled sadly, before belting, "~Yeaaahh~"

Youngbae's eyes widened as his jaw dropped, "She's been hiding those insane vocals from us after all this time??"

Daesung was already clapping quietly to himself, but he stopped when he heard your whistle notes. "Oh, I'm so mad she kept this from me, but I forgive her because she's so amazing." He watched in shock.

"Okay, that whistle note got me." Jiyong sniffed. "Only she can make us grown men cry because of a performance."

"Facts." Seunghyun croaked out. "The lyrics are also very heartbreaking if you listen to it. I guess that's why I'm crying hard. Unrequited love at its finest."

"Always so angsty, hyung." Youngbae joked.

When the show ended, the guys immediately looked for your backstage. Daesung was the first to pull you in a bone-crushing hug.

"You did great, my love! I'm so proud of you. I love you so much." He pulled away to look at you and he grinned. He kissed your forehead and said, "The guys wanted to say their praises too."

"Move away, Daesung." Jiyong said sassily. "Gotta give this girl her much needed praise after serving us vocals from heaven."

The guys gave you a hug and all of you chatted for a bit before they left to let you change out of your costume. When you left the dressing room, you saw Daesung leaning against the wall with a bouquet of flowers.

"You may have played someone whose love is unrequited, but I'm here to let you know that your love for me will always be returned." He smiled and handed you the bouquet.

"Aww, thank you, Dae." You smiled as you smelled the flowers.

"With that being said," He took a deep breath and got down on one knee. You gasped as he got out a small velvet box from his pocket.

"Oh my god, yes." You breathed.

He laughed and joked, "I'm just tying my shoelaces."

"No, you're not." You said giddily. "I'm saying yes."

"At least let me ask." He chuckled, grabbing your left hand.

"Okay, okay." You smiled excitedly.

"I was going to do this, like, way into the future, but I bought this ring a year ago with Youngbae. Tonight has been full of surprises, so I figured tonight would be the right time to propose. I want to be with you forever, Y/N. You're the love of my life and I wouldn't want it any other way. Y/N, my constant, will you marry me?"

"Yes." You cried as he slipped the ring on your ring finger. He stood up and both of you shared a loving kiss, not aware that the boys were watching the whole time.

"He's all grown up." Seunghyun cried as he took pictures.

"Stop or I'll cry too." Jiyong said with a giddy smile.

"I hope I'll be the best man." Youngbae said, earning a glare from Jiyong and Seunghyun.

"No, it's me! I'm the leader of the group."

"So? ToDae is a very prominent ship, y'know. The best man'll be me."

Jiyong: Hamilton; Angelica Schuyler

Jiyong knew you had an interest in rap, so it surprised him that you got cast in a musical.

"Babe, it's not just a musical. It's hip-hop and rap. Lin's a genius." You said through the phone. Jiyong was on tour and you were going to be on tour with the Hamilton cast too.

"Alright, alright." Jiyong chuckled. "I'll see you on one of the tour dates, okay?"

That day came quickly and you were very excited to see Jiyong. He was very excited to see you perform. This was your first role after taking a much needed break. During your break, you and Jiyong got married and lived a quiet life for a while until both of you decided it was time for a come back.

Jiyong was extremely happy for you and he couldn't wait to watch the show. He dressed in a simple, semi-formal outfit; not wanting to draw attention to himself because tonight was your night, not his.

When the show started, you saw him in the front row, nodding his head along to the songs and he made facial expressions that showed his interest in the beat which made you almost break character.

When the intro for 'Satisfied' began, you were incredibly nervous. You nailed it every time during rehearsals, but tonight was different. Your husband was watching a.k.a the main rapper. You wanted to impress him so bad, but you knew he'd love you no matter what.

When you started the song, Jiyong was particularly interested in the choreography during the 'rewind' part because the dancers also rewound their steps. He watched intently to understand. When you started rapping faster, he wanted to stand and dance along to the beat, but he knew it wasn't allowed. Instead, he tapped his foot to the beat.

"~I'm a girl in a world in which my only job is to marry rich. My father has no son, so I'm the one who has to social climb for one.~" You rapped.

"That's fucking sad." Jiyong whispered to himself. "But she served."

When 'Non-Stop' started, Jiyong was already invested. He made a mental note to listen to the album during his free time.

"~Hey, what are you waiting for? What do you stall for?~" "~What?~" "~We won the war, what was it all for?"

"Hamilton's right, Burr. C'mon!" Jiyong nodded to himself. He smiled when he saw you on stage again for your part.

"~I am sailing off to London, I'm accompanied by someone who always pays. I have found a wealthy husband who will keep me in comfort for all my days. He is not a lot of fun, but there's no one who can match you for turn of phrase. My Alexander, don't forget to write.~" You sang beautifully.

Jiyong was smiling from ear to ear. When the climax of the song was nearing, he was seated and actively paying attention.

When everyone's favorite part came, Jiyong's ears were blessed. The harmony scratched an itch and it felt absolutely right.

"~Look around, isn't this enough?~"

"~He will never be satisfied. He will never be satisfied, satisfied, satisfied.~" You sang, proud of yourself for hitting the high notes. You took a quick glance at Jiyong and you see him smiling widely, making you smile too.

When the first act ended, Jiyong was the first to give a standing ovation, followed by the rest of the audience. When the curtains closed for the 15-minute break, Jiyong made his way backstage. A power that he has that he liked to use to his advantage.

"You were amazing, baby." He said as he hugged you from behind. He kissed your shoulder and you grinned.

"You enjoying so far?" You turned to face him and he nodded. "You should really go back to your seat. I have to get ready for act two."

"I know, I know. Just wanted to drop by and give you a good luck kiss." He said shyly. You playfully rolled your eyes and gave him a big kiss.

"Good luck, baby!" He smiled excitedly before running back to his seat.

Seunghyun: Wicked; G(a)linda

It's no secret that you had an amazing talent for singing and acting. In fact, you and Seunghyun met while filming a movie both of you starred in. You were a child actress, beginning your career in theater before cementing yourself as a promising actress for movies and tv shows. You also began your career as a soloist, earning multiple platinum awards, even earning a Grammy win.

When news of Wicked coming to Korea spread, you immediately told your manager to book an audition for you as Glinda. Seunghyun knew you could sing, but he never heard you sing in a musical. He didn't know your vocal range was high, so he was in for a surprise when he was sitting down in the theater as you sang in opera.

"~Let us be glad, let us be grateful, let us rejoicify that goodness could subdue the wicked workings of you-know-who. Isn't it nice to know? That good could conquer evil? The truth we all believe'll by and by outlive a lie for you and- ~" You sang with your Glinda smile.

"So angelic." Seunghyun complimented, the boys nodded in agreement.

When the climax of the song came, the guys were in awe; jaws dropped.

"~Goodness knows, oh ooh. She died alone.~" You sang.

"Is she doing opera?!" Daesung asked with wide eyes.

"Damn, hyung. You swear you didn't know??" Jiyong asked, nudging the older gentleman.

"Nope." He shook his head in shock.

"~No one mourns the wicked. Wicked. Wicked!~" You sang with the ensemble, giving a special treat to the audience by singing the last note higher than intended, which gave Seunghyun goosebumps.

When the first song ended, everyone clapped.

"And that's just the first song." Seunghyun said.

"That's JUST the first song?!" Youngbae said. "Imagine how she'll sound in the next songs."

"That's insane." Jiyong said. "She should insure her vocal chords for like, a bajillion dollars."

"Facts." Daesung said. "Take care of her, hyung. I'm now a diehard fan."

"Hey, I'M her diehard fan first. You can be second." Seunghyun chuckled. "And yes, I'll take care of her. Don't worry."

-

a/n: i think i got carried away with daesung lmao anyway, y'all can pull thru w reqs! <3

permanent taglist: @redhoodedtoad @billiesiousji @hayd3n8 @sherrayyyyy @nbjch05 @ldydeath @wcnderlnds @infinetlyforgotten @emmiesoverthemoon @lariem-blog2

jiyong taglist: @loveesiren

seunghyun taglist: @loveesiren

daesung taglist: -

[k4lenz]

i loved you first ✮ chapter 1.

(ted nivison x fem!reader)

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a/n: i’ve been listening to the song 'i love you, i'm sorry' on repeat, and something hit me really hard about it. so i decided to write an angst fic very much loosely based on the lyrics! childhood best friend!ted that you used to do everything with. i was crashing out hard while writing this, can you tell?? anyway enjoy chapter 1 ahhhhh ALSO I KNOW THIS IS ANGST I SWEAR CHAPTER 2 ITLL GET BETTER IM SORRY but also chapter 2 is gonna be more of this song coded oops. idk if i love this but i hope u guys do :)

playlist: click right here bb

notes: angst, fluff, dating, growing up together, YEARNING, underage drinking, dating, drugs, coming of age, highschool, university, that damn Toyota Tacoma, lunch club + SMPlive mentions, parents mentioned

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2008. Your parents moved into his hometown in Massachusetts when you were just shy of 10, and became friends with his parents who lived just a few streets away. You shyly greeted him for the first time, and you two just clicked.

You were inseparable from then on, and your parents were so thankful they sent you to the same primary school. And then it continued into middle school, and even highschool. Attached at the hip.

For his 16th birthday, 2014, you bought Ted a polaroid camera. Shabby money you’d gathered up from chores around the house and a job at a cafe. You’d bought him an album for the pictures too, your both signed the back of it. Nonetheless, it still got you the gift. From then on, it was his favourite gift he’d ever gotten. Even if you told him he didn’t have to say that, you’d sparked an interest of photography in him from the beginning.

People, especially your friends, were always suspicious you two were dating. Rather, you’d both always wave it off with a “gross!” and a laugh.

Despite the lingering touches, on your waist, a hand around your shoulders, a jab in your side, a squeeze in your hand, your hand in his hair.

You two were just friends.

✮

Halfway through the winter, the ground icy and snow piling. January 17th, 2015. He was freshly 17, slowly growing out of his boyish features with his very own 2002 Green Toyota Tacoma and a proper license. So proud of himself.

He’d not come to school on the day because he’d had his test (and he hadn’t wanted to waste his birthday-day doing it the day before).

4pm sharp he was out the front of your house, beeping the horn of his newly owned car and a that big childish grin on his face. The look on his face was familiar to you, like home, recognisable throughout the years and never changing.

You ran out the front door giggling, tripping over your own feet in excitement as he got out of his car and came around to open the passenger side door for you. Giving you a little poke before getting back in the car.

“Y’like it?” “I’ll like it more when you drive me to school every morning! “If I have to.” He’d sigh, albeit exaggerated, but secretly his heart would warm. He’d made you take a picture of him with the car, too. And he’d snuck one of you with it when you weren’t looking.

The winter weather slowly faded, preparing itself for the blossoming flowers of Spring.

Valentine’s Day, 2015. He was beeping again out the front of your house, to your parents usual annoyance and a disturbance to your neighbourhood.

But to give him credit, you’d told him to pick you up 5pm because you’d asked him for more time to get ready. And it was 5:05pm.

You came out of your front door with the biggest smile on your face, cheeks tinged pink, tucking your hair behind your ear, as he stood there with one hand behind his back and the other holding the passenger door open for you.

“What’cha got there, Teddy?” You teased, as he handed you the bouquet of roses, proclaiming they were platonic and watching you giggle.

“Thankyou. They’re beautiful.”

You’re beautiful. is what he wanted to say. And they’re not platonic. And I love you and I always have, since the minute I laid eyes on you.

But instead he grabbed his polaroid camera once you’d sat down in the passenger seat, wanting to snap a picture of you holding the flowers. He used the camera to hide the blush on his cheeks.

Click. He was just saying it in his own way.

You two drove down to the lake, sitting in his car eating snacks you’d bought on the way there and laughing about everything and nothing. Just you two against the world.

His eyes glanced at your lips, and then met your eyes again. Your eyes stared through his soul, your lips found his as if that was all they were ever made to do. The night ended in soft whispers, giggles, his hands on your waist and your arms around his neck, lips interlocked as if they could never part again. as if you were each others air.

Quiet promises of relationships. You two never announced it, but you didn’t ever need to, you came into school holding hands and nobody batted an eye. Like it was bound to happen. As if everybody but you two knew and kept the secret to themselves, waiting for you to finally figure it out.

✮

Many nights were spent sneaking into each other’s houses, into each other’s beds, holding each other close. Beds warm with each other, he typically preferred sneaking into your house. Your sheets warmer, fluffier. More you.

You studied together, stayed together, and worked hard for your final moments of highschool.

You couldn’t have done it without him, and he couldn’t have done it without you.

May, or April, 2016. Prom night. You couldn’t quite remember. The memories got fuzzier as time passed, you’d admit. He waited downstairs, talking to your parents in his best suit and tie, the colour matching your own dress as you finally came down the stairs. He was speechless, his eyes simply absorbing you. He had to make sure the flowers in his hand didn’t drop as he handed them to you and your hand found his chest.

“You okay there, Teddy?” You laughed fondly, eyes glittering and amused.

“You’re the most stunning thing I’ve seen in my entire life.” He’d reply, entranced. Your parents shared a look, raising eyebrows to each other knowing he was the right one for you.

Most of your night spent on the dance floor, twirls and dips and laughter. Your friends altogether, but to him it felt like you were the only person in the room, when he dipped you and kissed you to his favourite song. Your friends gagging playfully, saying you two were straight out of a Disney movie.

The night held a party after with everyone in your year, at some guy’s house you hardly remember. The taste of alcohol on your lips, and Ted’s, you recalled. Snapping drunk Polaroid pictures and singing (screaming) the most popular music like you’d never hear it again.

June 16th, 2016. You wore your graduation caps and robes. He picked you up at 9am, the ceremony started at 11.

He knocked on the door, hair styled, glasses on, robes on, and his graduate cap. Greeting your parents with warm smiles, hugs, and congratulations at your front door as you told them you’d go with Ted and meet them there. It felt like home. He felt like home.

Your parents snapping a picture of you two walking down the driveway hand in hand and sending it to his parents. That picture was your lock screen on your phone for a good long while.

That same stupid damn truck waiting for you in the driveway.

“You look incredible.” He murmured in your ear, voice as sweet as honey, pulling you in for a kiss as soon as he’d opened the door for you to get in the car. You were sure your parents were still watching, but you kissed him back anyway. “You’re not too bad yourself, handsome.”

You sat at the spot hear the lake in the car again, for that extra hour you had. You weren’t too heavy hearted, not at all, because you’d both gotten accepted into Ithaca College in New York. Even though everything would be changing, you would have everything changing together. You’d even found a sweet little apartment together, close by to campus. You’d gotten a job at a café down the road, and he was doing editing on YouTube.

You were reminiscing on your best memories of Massachusetts. Of how you met. Of school.

You two against the world.

You and your family cheered loud when your boyfriend got up on the podium and accepted his certificate, your parents sitting right next to his, and you still waiting in line.

His eyes first found his parents, your parents, and then you.

It was always you.

Him and his family cheered loud when you got your own certificate. He was already lined up with the rest of the fellow graduates, holding up his certificate. But he was simply entranced by your wide smile and laughter.

Your eyes first found your parents, his parents, and then him.

It was always him.

Always each other.

You went to a party, laughing getting drunk with your friends. Celebrating what you’d call freedom. Hand in hand. You’d stumbled back into his house, which was now allowed according to your parents and his, because you were both 18.

The next day you were hungover, eyes dreary and heavy with a bit too much alcohol. Regret, pancakes, and those prized hours of sleep.

The day after you were ready. That dumb Toyota Tacoma once again sitting in your driveway at around Midday. Ready for you two to make the trip to Ithaca. The sweltering heat of the start of summer coming down on you two in heavy rays.

Loading your boxes into the car, your parents and his parents chatting in your house. Playfully nudging him while you two walked down the driveway, he gasped.

“Oh, so you want me to drop your precious valuables?”

“No!” You’d squeal, as he set another box down in his boot and lift you up to spin you around. The joy in the air undeniable. Independence and your very own space to yourselves, together.

Everything together. Not a statement, but a promise.

Soft goodbyes to parents, long hugs and promises to call, tears pairing with the new feeling of independence. You felt upset, but also happy. Happy you had set life plans, that you’d graduated and now knew what you were doing, alongside the love of your life.

Ted would always be the love of your life. You were so sure of it at the time.

Endless chatter filled the car as you two drove to Ithaca. He’d insisted on driving, teasing you that you’d crash his car when you’d told him to take a break and let you drive. A few pit stops and many cans is sods and bags of chips later, you were in Ithaca and loading your boxes into your dorm.

Sharing looks at the state of said dorm, but embracing it as your new home anyway. You’d make it your own.

✮

College was hard, but you made time. You were both doing your degrees that went for the same length, and yet you still found time for each other. You always would.

It wasn’t hard to find friends, and considering you and Ted were always attached, you fit in well to a friend group together. Days had studies or work, smoking weed and drinking and parties were what weekend nights held. Kisses and shotgunning, and so much more. Your parents would kill you and his parents would kill him if they knew, but hey, that’s the fun of college.

You watched him start off his YouTube career properly in 2017, as a part time kind of thing. You encouraged him, even, sometimes appearing in the back of his videos. In 2019, sometimes you’d be in a Lunch Club video or two, simply as ‘Ted’s Cool Girlfriend’, and you’d play on his account on SMPLive. You met all of his other friends, and familiarised yourself in his world as the end of your degrees neared.

And yes, you were the girlfriend, with your dad in town, that he had to cancel on when he went to a misfits party during the day, because he did indeed have a 400mg edible. His friends continuously sending you videos of him stuck on the couch, questioning his entire life choices, chugging water for his cottonmouth. Shaking, while narrating the whole situation like it was a storybook. Trying to tough it out. You still have the video on your phone of Schlatt putting a handheld massager on your boyfriend who looks half dead. You’d also made his friends use that old Polaroid camera to take a picture, knowing he’d want to look back at it and laugh.

You’d lied through your teeth to your dad, still laughing at the videos, which hadn’t helped anyway because about a month later Ted posted a video on it anyway. He most definitely got reprimanded by his parents and your own.

✮

As the end of college edged closer, nights were spent studying, or in the library together. Comfortable silences, with the occasional jab or joke. It was all so perfect.

And yet, it almost felt like for once in the last 12 years, you two were living separate lives. Not simply attached at the hip anymore, you two were so different.

You were close, always, but something felt off.

✮

Before you two had began college together, you’d sat in the back of his Toyota Tacoma down at the lake, laying on pillows wrapped up in blankets staring at the stars. A few weeks before highschool graduation.

“We should travel the world together, Teddy. Go see everything amazing out there. You could make a short film of it, or something. Travels with ted.”

His eyes lit up, the prospect of it making him yearn for the future.

“That’s a stupid name.” He teased. “But I like that.”

You giggled, playfully hitting his chest. “I’m being serious!

“As am I, that’s a stupid name. And I want to travel with you.” His lips found yours, he kissed you softly, carefully. To show he meant it. “We can start saving.”

✮

And you did start saving, you both were still saving.

And yet you hadn’t talked about it since at least 2018, hadn’t had time to even think about it. Far too busy with the whirlwinds of the world of New York City and College.

You sat on the couch, May 3rd 2020, exactly one month before your graduation.

He sat on the floor while you sat on the couch, his head between your legs facing away while you two watched a movie. His hands on your legs, your hands in his hair. But something felt distant, you felt distant.

You were lost in your thoughts, anxiety creeping up in your gut. Crawling through your body, seeping into your head. You watched his head move to look back at you, and you blinked.

“Are you okay, honey?” He murmured, those big brown eyes finding yours, his voice soothing but ringing through your ears.

“Yeah. Yeah. I’m good. Why?” You managed to stammer out, tone laced with nervousness. You were never good at lying.

“I said somethin’ about the movie and you didn’t reply.” His eyes narrowed, concerned. It was then he noticed your laboured breath, and the rhythmic tapping of your foot against the floor beside him. He reached for the remote to pause the film, and sat beside you on the couch. His hand finding yours, and his shoulder touching yours.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” The words made your throat feel heavy, your lips parting to speak but nothing coming out. “You look like you’ve got something on your mind.”

I do. The thought rattled in your brain, as you built the courage to speak.

“I do.” You could hear that your own voice was shaky. You swallowed hard. “I was just, thinking.. um..”

“That’s rare.” He teased quietly, holding your hand. You laughed quietly, shaking your head.

His joke brought just that little bit of relief, if only for a brief moment. You found your voice.

“I was thinking about our future.” You paused for a moment.

“I was thinking about us.”

You saw his eyes process the statement that was more of a question, with a blink. A thousand unspoken words on his tongue, and your own too.

Are you still coming with me? Is what you were asking. Are we still going to travel together like we always said we would?

He hesitated, and you knew. A little part of you just knew.

“Everything is going really well for me, here.” He almost sounded shameful. His eyes unable to find yours, you knew they were filled with guilt and empty promises.

You hesitated, this time.

“I don’t want to stay.” You were breathless as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

And at that moment, for the first time, you felt worlds apart. His hand on yours felt distant, nothing else in the room but just.. you. You and your own thoughts.

The words had triggered an argument, tears, a fight or flight response. You slept at your friends dorm that night, yet you’d hardly slept at all.

You came back to open arms the next morning, whispered apologies, flowers and pancakes. And the salty taste of tears.

But it felt over. A certain sinking feeling in your gut, eating you up. You knew he felt it too.

Your greatest fear was right there in front of you. Making your hands shake and your knees weak. You and your other half.

You two were finally growing apart.

─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ───

[rottenpumpkin13]

zack outperforms sepiroth on a mission how long does it take for the excitement to wear off

Zack: I can't believe I outperformed you on that mission today! Do you know how crazy that is?! Not everyone can do that!

Sephiroth: …

Zack: This is a historical moment! Someone write this down. The day Zack Fair took down the enemy before Sephiroth could!

Sephiroth: …

Zack: Next thing you know, they'll be calling me the hero of SOLDIER!

Sephiroth: …

Zack: I mean, this is proof I'm on your level! Like, I might actually be stronger! Imagine that I one day beat you in a spar?? I bet I'm close!

Sephiroth: …

*Cloud walks by*

Sephiroth: Strife, congratulations on besting me in combat the other day. I've never been disarmed by an opponent so efficiently.

Cloud: Thank you, sir.

Zack: DAMN IT!

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

So I was just rewatching Bones, and towards the end Brennan (heavily pregnant at the time) called her baby's father and was like "hey this is embarrassing but uhhhhhh I'm trapped on the floor and I can't get up. You're here, in the same building, right? Please help..." (...well, we never got to hear what she said, but that's what happened, so 😂)

I bring this up because I just had a funny thought:

That scenario, but Frank Langdon x Heavily Pregnant!Reader

(Like...he's mid-shift, his back may or may not be twinging and he desperately needs a lunch break, when ring ring "hey honey this is so embarrassing but uh. I'm stuck on the floor--nonono I'm fine, our baby's fine, I just can't find the leverage to get up. I'm so sorry but uh, please...help???")

(Poor man's probably out the door before Reader can even finish, forgetting to notify anyone bc his wife and baby are in danger he needs to help-- (not really, Reader literally just needs a hand lmao). Robby's only a little annoyed (but amused. mostly amused tbh) when Frank shows back up with wifey in tow, demanding a full workup to make sure she and baby are okay.)

I’ve Fallen (For You)

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summary: you call your husband, stuck in quite a predicament 

pairing: dr. frank langdon x female heavily pregnant!wife!reader

rating: PG-13 

word count: 1.0k

warnings: reader is heavily pregnant (obv), nothing else i think

timeline: set before the show

author’s note: thank you for the request anon, i had so much fun writing this!

Langdon’s shift was nearly halfway through and he was counting the seconds till he could rush home. Rush home to you, the love of his life—his very pregnant wife.

His back had been screaming at him all day but he’d been ignoring it. He knew he should’ve paid for some damn movers, but he had opted to help his parents all on his own. He would’ve asked for your help, but you had just found out you were pregnant and he didn’t want to put that on your shoulders. Now several months later, his back was killing him.

Nothing he couldn’t handle, though.

“Robby, I’m taking a quick lunch break,” Langdon informed his boss before grabbing a sandwich from the cart. He just needed to sit down for two minutes and he’d be back to his chipper self. 

“Alright, three minutes max, Dr. Langdon,” Robby said.

“Understood,” Frank replied.

Just as he sat down his phone buzzed in his pocket.

“Hey honey,” he answered the call. “Work’s been a bitch today, excited to curl up in bed and watch crap TV.”

“First off, how dare you call my favorite show ‘crap TV’ second… I need your help.”

“What? Why? What’s wrong?” Langdon asked quickly, kind of beginning to panic.

“I’ve sorta… fallen… and can’t get up…?”

“You’ve… huh?”

“This is so embarrassing,” you mumbled, more to yourself than to your husband. “I’m stuck on the floor.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine, the baby’s fine. I just can’t seem to find the leverage to get up.” You sighed. “I’m so sorry Frank but please could you… help?”

“I’ll be there in ten,” he said. “Love you, bye.”

“Love you more, bye.”

**

When Langdon got home, he found you lying on the hardwood floor of your living room. He reached out his hand and helped you up quickly.

“How’d this happen?” he asked as he pulled you into an awkward hug, your overstretched belly pressed against his abdomen.

“I guess you could say I fell for you,” you replied, wanting to break the tension so he didn’t worry about you.

“You’re hilarious,” he said flatly. He soon broke away from the hug so he could get a good look at you. “Any dizziness? Nausea? Blurred vision?”

“No? Well nausea yes, duh, but that’s what the Zofran is for.”

“Follow my finger,” he said and held his pointer finger up for you to follow as he moved it from left to right and back again. “You probably don’t have a concussion,” he stated.

“I know I don’t have a concussion,” you laughed it off. “I didn’t hit my head, Frank, I just slipped and couldn’t get back up.”

“Still, we should head to The Pitt and have Dr. Collins look at you, just to be safe.”

“I don’t need an ultrasound, hun, I’m fine.”

“Nope, you’re coming to the hospital with me, c’mon.”

“Let’s take separate cars though, I don’t wanna be stuck in ‘The Pitt’ while you save lives for hours,” you said, using air quotes to be more dramatic.

“One of us can Uber home,” he protested. “C’mon, let’s go.”

**

When you got to the hospital, Langdon guided you through the traffic of people to get you to Heather.

He called out her name when he saw her.

“Mrs. Langdon! How lovely to see you. How are you?” Dr. Collins exclaimed. 

“I’m doing pretty good, though this pregnancy is kicking my ass.” You smiled and gave her a quick, small hug.

Langdon hurriedly explained what happened to you as Dr. Robby walked up.

“Mrs. Langdon! To what do we owe the pleasure?” he asked, a huge smile plastered on his face. “Don’t tell me you’re here to drag Frank home early?”

“No, Robby, nothing like that,” you chuckled. “Frank insisted I come over–”

“She slipped on the hardwood floor and couldn’t stand back up, she had to call me to go and help her up,” Frank exclaimed.

“He is making it sound much worse than it was,” you said. “I’m fine, really.”

“Well an ultrasound wouldn’t hurt,” Robby said, assuming it was what Frank wanted. 

“See? Told you so!” Frank nudged your arm playfully.

“Really? You’re going with ‘I told you so’?” you laughed.

“Collins, please?” Robby gestured for her to get going with the ultrasound as quickly as possible.

“Of course, right this way,” Heather replied.

Frank walked behind you as you followed Dr. Collins to a space where you could do a quick ultrasound. 

You sat down on the chair and Heather started the ultrasound.

“Your baby looks good,” she said. 

“You’re sure?” Frank asked.

“Yep, healthy baby boy,” Collins replied.

“See? Told you so,” you said smugly, making your husband laugh and shake his head.

“Can I see your flashlight?” he asked Dr. Collins and she handed him the small device. “Look at my nose,” he said.

“Can I look at those gorgeous blue eyes instead?” you asked, wiggling your brows up and down. 

He couldn’t help the sheepish laugh as a slight blush began to warm his cheeks. It didn’t matter how long you two had been together, you still made his heart skip a beat when you said things like that.

He continued with the quick exam to be sure you didn’t have a concussion.

“Babe, you’re treating me like one of your patients,” you chuckled, brushing away his hands.

“Fine, I’ll let Dr. Collins give you the full once over just to be safe. Heather, you alright with that?”

“I really must restate there’s zero need for all of this, honey,” you said.

“I’d be happy to,” Heather said. 

“Thanks,” Langdon said. “I’m gonna get back to work, call me when you’re all done. Love you.”

“Love you too,” you grumbled before he kissed you goodbye.

**

“She’s perfectly fine. Slight bruising around her tailbone, but nothing that won’t heal on its own,” Dr Collins told Langdon about ten minutes later when she was finished with the brief exam.

“Thank you–” Frank was cut off by his phone buzzing in his pocket. He answered it quickly, seeing it was from you.

“Frank,” you started, “my water just broke.”

[tailsbeth-writes]

Thank you for the tag @onthewaytosomewhere - very excited that @safe-smuttin fest has begun! I will be posting my own submission soon 🥰

Meanwhile, we're back with spooky ballet AU. I've been doing actual plotting this week guys! Not just vibes, an actual god damn plot. Truly shocking stuff for a writer. Percy's back in this snippet:

‘Do you remember Nora? That gorgeous woman who stole my heart in the spring?’ Henry groans, holding his face in his hand. ‘How can I forget? If I hear one more soliloquy about her, I'm going to shove you into the front row during your solo.’ Percy gasps dramatically. ‘You wouldn't dare, darling.’ ‘Can you get to your point?’ Percy softens his eyes and gives Henry's shoulder a squeeze. ‘The lovely Nora is close friends with June and Alex. She's actually joining them in a-’ 'Percy.' ‘She can give us an in. I'm sure they'll want someone who can show them Paris, who better than us?’ Henry nibbles his lip, Percy has a sparkle in his eye as he sips a glass of red wine. That sparkle usually means trouble. He looks back to the curly haired man, Alex. He's smiling, laughing at something his sister has said. It’s so warm, he practically glows. So hot it might just burn Henry if he's not careful. ‘Alright then, you're on.’

Also if you're an original writer, please check out my post on a potential new writing discord ✒️

Tag You're It: @judasofsuburbia @thighzp @run-for-chamo-miles @taste-thewaste @suseagull5914 @firstprincehornyramblings @porcelainmortal @anincompletelist @adreama-writes @emmalostinwonderland @iboatedhere @meraki-yao @onward--upward @henrysfox @royal-chandler @14carrotghoul @kj-bee & open tag as usual ✨

[rip-naked-peet]

Okay I cannot stop thinking about how in the trigun behind the scenes panel at AMKE 2025 one of the guys (I can't remember his name I'm so sorry) said to take into account character-wise that TriStamp takes place 2 years earlier than the other versions. I fell victim to thinking "damn everyone in this show is so babygirlified (derogatory in this instance). They're all one dimensional and sad" but like.... The panel guy was like "keep in mind that there's an element of how they see themselves in this" and now my brain is like fucking fireworks!!! Like Wolfwood isn't as bodacious as he has been because he doesn't recognize just how bodacious he is??? And the panel guy also said that as the story progresses they will *become* fleshed out characters and akrkejrrerrrajshhrrr I'm so excited for Stargaze I can't wait to see what they've done to my blorbos for this one

[darkfictionjude]

I just read EC and it was quite interesting!

Very happy that my "natural choice" indeed leads to the path where Luce doesn't get kidnapped, since it means I can play fully organically (really wanted to avoid that specific path like I mentionned in a previous ask)! Funnily enough though, I struggled with the choice to respond to Dante or not, and in the end I went with the option to do so. I'm curious how it'll affect the beginning on the next chapter, with Luce having fainted due to the injury but still not kidnapped.

Very happy about the ability to have a "fully artsy" Luce, with the option to study art and to be into rock and roll. Sort of makes it an even more inadequate person for everything that will happen, except maybe to have a good visual memory and be able to draw maps or portraits for stuff and what not.

That aside, I'm so SO happy with the fact we can decide if Luce is in love with Sam or not. Considering if it isn't the case it was all because of dad dearest, it makes it even more delicious to have Lazlo as the chosen RO, with what Antonio thinks of THAT. Extra points for my Luce being a cis man - make it one more layer of messy.

By the way, was it always planned for us to be able to decide if our Luce is in love with Sam or not? I was under the impression them being in love with Sam at the start was canon, and now I'm wondering if I dreamed it up (especially considering Sam is always the opposite gender of Luce's agab) or if it's indeed a change from prior plans that you could have mentionned.

And finally... damn it was hate at first sight for Dante haha! Not saying this as a bad thing since I think he's interesting, and the kind of character I "love to hate" - as in, he makes a compelling villain to me. I think it's quite interesting that I was given the option to chose if my Luce regretted not kissing him. Considering my playthrough I obviously picked "no", though part of me is curious as to why an amab Luce would feel regret over not kissing Dante if they didn't do so, since Dante didn't want to kiss them to begin with (I assume with afab Luces, Dante wants to kiss THEM, right?).

Anyway, all in all I'm very intrigued, though upset at the cliffhanger! Really excited for the next chapter!

Yeah it was always the plan for Luce’s relationship to Sam to include optional feelings. Especially given what Sam ends up doing. I also thought since unless I make an MC bisexual, I can’t very well have a gay Luce love Sam who’s the opposite gender

Honestly I have to go back and look at that code for amab Luce haha it shouldn’t say that specifically or as I am prone to do I might’ve accidentally deleted what it was supposed to say, ugh thanks for telling me tho

Glad you liked it!

[calebdatabase]

Caleb & MC Bound by DNA

My god first off I was crashing out while watching the trailer I'm so excited for more CALEB LORE! I remember asking for more Sci-Fi content on a survey and they delivered! Soooo many incredible feelings, so I wanted to follow up on my Caleb as Donor 002 post.

Now we know that Caleb and MC were created from the same 'source' as he literally stated in the trailer. Seems it wasn't far-fetched to draw a connection between Eve being created from Adam's rib!

Taking a closer look at the structure of the DNA helix, I interpret 'source' as they are Cyborgs birthed from the same 'energy source'. The helix appears mechanical in nature with rippling energy currents.

It appears, in this new timeline, Caleb and MC are bound by their very DNA; his myth trailer included imagery of a metal double helix and the following text:

"The enigma behind the double metal helix... The promise you had since you were born."

"But the promise we've had since we were born, I kept that one." - Caleb to MC

Again, there is this imagery of being bound at birth, similar to how twins are (I mentioned the symbolism of twins/siblings and how they're often experimentation victims of Ever in the Donor 002 post). In this case, perhaps they are cyborg clones of the same energy core.

And if you're a Potterhead, you'll see that its a concept remniscent of Harry's and Voldemort's twin Phoenix Feather wand cores. One cannot survive without the other, both must die for one to be vanquished.

Twins, clones, whatever you want to call it**—** it's a pattern you can't deny, and now I'm convinced in the present timeline, Caleb and her are linked in more ways than they appear to be.

Also love how Caleb x MC haters got their panties in a twist and Infold was literally like 'LET ME SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU' *drops myth trailer* Kudos to them for sticking with the planned lore and remaining unfazed by the initial controversy. They had to prime everyone before dropping this, and the ones who get it, get it.

"Then it's a promise. In life and in death, we will never be apart."

You can't tell me these aren't their literal wedding vows HAHA I'm sickkk. Caleb basically said: 'Till death do us part? I think not..' The look in his eyes is so intense too like damn ok i'm all yours for eternity my dude.

I think the promise they made when they were born refers to his promise to protect her always. It's a call back to their childhood memories about Caleb protecting her like a ring system protects its planet; they are born together and they die together.

Here's my thoughts on their A-01 and X-02 titles:

Caleb was distinctively labeled Donor 002 while MC was labeled Subject 001 in old experiment documents by Gaia and Ever.

In Caleb's very first intro trailer and his new myth trailer, his title is X-02. Respectively, MC is A-01. They are a pair represented by the concepts of Death and Rebirth, the ideal weapons to destroy one another, as we're all aware.

'A' may represent 'Alpha' in the concept of 'Alpha and Omega' aka the 'Beginning and the End'. MC can miraculously revive after dying via her Aether Core and can only be fully destroyed (and by proxy reborn) by the power Caleb wields.

'X' is associated with 'with death and rebirth, as it is thought to mark the end of one cycle and the beginning of another. It is also often seen as a symbol of change or transition, as it represents the crossing of a threshold.'

Pretty straightforward. All I experience is pain with these two, and I. Need. More.

In honor of Caleb's myth dropping, I'm gonna post my embarrassingly long Supernova theory on the pair soon since I gleaned more insight from the myth trailer tidbits. Now I'm not sure if I should wait until reading his myth so I can go back and edit or just release it as is.

Might have to split it up into a few posts with their own section so its digestible lmao. It's been a couple months in the making and while it includes the scientific concepts explained in the Bound by Gravity, United in Resonance video, I also weaved it into the lore and the direction of Caleb's story. I've been a full believer in the Supernova Catalyst theory since Caleb was released and I'm excited to share my thoughts on them so stay tuned (his eyes are literal supernovas)!

My tumblr is Caleb Database and I plan to post more fun things like fics, lore theories, and fanart (I've already got one fic and two lore posts up). I'm also obsessed with Star Wars and Harry Potter, so you're likely to see some AU's of Caleb in these realms...

[puhpandas]

god I miss vanessa so much I was thinking about a fnaf pjo au the other day and wrote out some ideas for a fic and it ended up being vanessa centric and I was like damn... I didnt realize how much I missed writing about her bc I got excited at the idea of writing vanessa again. I also really need to nail my design for her I dont draw her nearly enough. I'm always torn between drawing her hair like beautiful princess curls or stringy wirey damaged tangled up bc of what shes been through lol. like I think it's a duality like she has fucked up matted hair pre and directly post security breach but the princess curls come in when she starts her new life and is able to take care of herself. hair as symbolism and all that