#SU Soulmates AU

[yo-snap]

New otp 💐 AU for you

You can plant anything you like, but if you pluck your very favorite flower, you will turn to stone. Only a gift of the flower from your true love/soul mate will bring you back to life.

[wiinterchiild]

forever is a long time

Jikook

Reincarnation AU

Vampire JK & Human JM

Open Eding

Explicit Content / Smut

Jeongguk loved one man, and one only. His whole world shattered when he lost Yonseo centuries ago, arriving late to his love, only to see his corpse. He has resolved himself into solidarity after that, barricading himself from the world. Until Seokjin finally had enough and dragged him out into the world, what he hated so much for taking away his love. However, when Yonseo's face looks back at him for a huge billboard he freezes. This man looks like his Yonseo, but acts so differently, speaking in a tone his Jimin would have never. Jimin's sassy and strong and fierce and everything in between, and somehow Jeongguk can't get enough.

[vcutparis]

if overthinking and constant spiralling of what ifs in my head was a crime. SNDJNBFHJDM MY HANDS GENUINELY STARTED SWEATING BUCKETS READING THAT PART MY GAWDBFJFN

i have genuine appreciation for madame dupont's character. she's like that one person in a foreign city who just appreciated you for even getting out of your bed. oh boy. i love her. (wipes tear)

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៚ wc: 8k (total: ???)

៚ fluff, angst, fashion designer!hongjoong x model!reader (ft. personal assistant!seonghwa & photographer!wooyoung), slowburn, strangers to lovers, soulmates au if you squint, do french people actually say bonjour irl?

៚ playlist !

៚ During the high-stakes fashion casting, you impress the judges but are later alarmed to discover that the agency’s influential creative director is the owner of the sketchbook that not only did you accidentally take home, yet also used one of its designs as inspiration for your attire, leaving you fearful about the potential consequences for your budding career. As the weight of this realization sinks in, you can't help but worry how you would entangle the knots of the predicament you’re now under.

a/n: there’s a subtle dbh and lis reference somewhere in here

tags: @beabatiny

The days leading up to the casting were a whirlwind of activity. Madame Dupont worked diligently on your dress, transforming the sketch into a beautiful reality. Each evening, you found yourself in the cozy confines of her room, watching in awe as she expertly sewed the intricate lace details and made adjustments to ensure the dress fit you perfectly.

Tonight was now the last day before the casting’s designated schedule, and as usual, you were busying yourself with watching her add the final touches to your attire. “You see, dear, it’s all about the details,” she began, her fingers deftly threading a needle. “Every stitch, every seam must be perfect. It’s what sets apart a good dress from a great one.”

You nodded, fascinated by her skill and patience. She had described sewing to you as one of her hobbies that keeps her grounded, but seeing her in action, your viewpoint slowly started to shift into something deeper. Sewing no longer seemed to just have been something she could use to pass time—it was a profession she seemed to be heavily passionate about. “I never realized how much work goes into making a dress. It’s truly an art.”

Madame Dupont smiled warmly. “It is, indeed. And just like with any art, it requires passion and dedication. Much like your modeling, I imagine.” You’ve spent many hours like this with her during the past few days, sharing both anecdotes and advice. Madame Dupont regaled you with tales from her youth, often making you laugh with her witty anecdotes.

As a comfortable wind of silence surrounded the room, you couldn’t help but let your curiosity get the best of you while you were watching her work her wonders on the dress she had insisted on making for you. “Madame Dupont, I have to ask... is this hobby of yours rooted from something deeper?”

She gently set the halfway done piece of fabric down on her desk, turning on her seat lightly to face you. “You managed to see right through me, dear. Yes, it is.” Seeing how you leaned in closer as if attempting to imply you wanted to hear more of it, she chuckled. “Back in my youth, I used to love fashion. I’ve always seen it as not just a concept about making outfits and plastering them on models to showcase on runways, rather, a unique way to express one’s creativity and wide knowledge capacity of art. Intricate designs, especially those who hold a deep story within, never failed to attract me like a moth to a flame. So, when I stepped foot into college, I headed straight to the path of becoming an art student.”

Your eyes widened in surprise. You’ve always thought of Madame Dupont as a woman who had a lot going on with her life, but hearing this specific portion of it wasn’t something you could say you have expected. “Really? That sounds wonderful and admirable, Madame Dupont. No wonder you were so adamant on helping me out on my casting,” you lightly joked, making both your laughters blend in with each other. Eventually, though, your tone shifted into one that’s more serious and perhaps a little cautious. “But... why didn’t you pursue your dream?”

Madame Dupont sighed, a look of longing in her eyes. “My family and I weren’t financially stable enough to keep me walking on that path. At first, I thought of it as nothing but an obstacle, and I even tried juggling multiple part-time jobs at once just so I wouldn’t entirely lose my grip on the ambition I’ve been wanting to reach ever since I was young. But as time passed, I slowly started to realize it was impossible. I couldn’t keep balancing multiple occupations at once until I graduated, and the look of pain in my parents’ eyes whenever I tried to convince them we just had to work a little harder to achieve my dream became unbearable through every passing day.”

It was heavily painful to you hearing her words, not because you found yourself wondering how things would’ve turned out for her if she and her family were under different circumstances, but you could also relate to the experience of not being able to achieve lifelong dreams over inevitable events. There was a lot you wanted to tell her, but you kept yourself silent, allowing her to let it all out.

“I felt like such a fool back then, dear. Mourning the life I lost that was never mine to begin with... it was a really tough experience for me. When I had to give up on my ambition and settle on something we could afford and manage with, I couldn’t stop thinking, ‘What if the world was a little nicer to me? Would I have been able to permanently hold onto what I’ve always wanted?’ And even up till now, it’s still a recurring thought in my head. If things were fated to turn out how I wished them to, would I be in a studio instead of the confines of my room right now?”

You couldn’t help but resonate with her words further. Having experienced what she went through during her youth was something you could easily tell wasn’t easy to get over with, especially since you’ve already had to face a similar situation—the details weren’t spot-on, yet the idea was.

Before you could speak, she leaned forward to take your hand in hers, gently caressing it. “And that’s exactly why I didn’t hesitate to offer you a helping hand the moment you told me about your first step in your new potential career. Because if I couldn’t achieve my dream before, then I’m fine with settling on helping someone else achieve theirs.”

“Madame Dupont, I...” Tears started welling up in your eyes, but she was quick to gently wipe them away before they could fall down. Who would’ve thought her offer held such depth underneath? “This means the whole world to me, thank you so much.” Seeing how her eyes flickered to the fabric laid down on the table, you were quick to shake your head. “No, no, not that. I mean, it’s just that hearing you comfortably sharing your story with me when you haven’t even known me for longer than a month is just...”

“Oh, dear. Don’t you start crying now, or else I’ll stop making this dress for you,” she scolded jokingly, making a broken chuckle come out of your mouth. “But seriously, though, there’s no need for you to let out those tears. If anything, I should be thanking you. Because in a way, you’re letting me live out my lifelong dream. It feels like I’m actually sewing a dress for a model—which I am, technically.”

You smiled, feeling the weight of her words. “Thank you, Madame Dupont. For everything.”

She patted your hand gently. “Now, let’s finish this dress. We have a casting to prepare for, and I have no doubt you’re going to shine.”

After a short while, Madame Dupont finally finished adding the final touches to the outfit. You looked at it in awe, marveling at how perfectly it mirrored the design from the sketchbook. Madame Dupont carefully set down her sewing tools, her eyes filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation. “So? What do you think about it?” she asked, her voice soft yet eager.

“It’s so… I don’t even know what to say. It looks gorgeous and well-made, like it’s…” you trailed off, unable to both find the right words and to contain your excitement and gratitude. The craftsmanship was impeccable, each stitch a testament to her skill and dedication. You moved to hug her, and she was surprised for a second before wrapping her arms around you warmly. Her embrace was comforting, and you could feel the genuine affection she held for you.

“Why don’t you go try it on and see what it looks like?” she suggested, her eyes sparkling. She pointed you to the bathroom in her apartment where you could change, her expression one of encouraging support. You carefully took the dress, handling it with the utmost care as you walked to the bathroom. The soft fabric felt luxurious under your fingers, and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of reverence for the garment. Slipping out of your clothes, you delicately put on the dress, feeling the fabric glide smoothly over your skin. It enveloped you in its lightness and grace and fit perfectly, as if it had been made just for you. Well, in a literal context, it was, but right now it felt deeper than that.

As you looked at yourself in the small bathroom mirror, you couldn’t help but smile. When you were ready, you headed back to where Madame Dupont was waiting. You stepped into the room with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, twirling around so she could see the dress in motion. The fabric swirled around you, catching the light in a way that made the lace details shimmer. “Does it look good?” you asked, your voice bubbling with excitement.

Madame Dupont’s eyes shone with pride and satisfaction. “Good? Oh, dear, it looks perfect,” she said, her tone filled with warmth. “You look like a model already.”

“Really?” you asked, your heart swelling with happiness and disbelief. The compliment meant the world to you, especially coming from someone as experienced as Madame Dupont.

“Go look at yourself in the mirror,” she urged, pointing to the full-body length mirror on her wall. You walked over to it, anticipation building with each step. As you stood in front of it and took in your reflection, you nearly squealed with delight. The dress was everything you had hoped for and more. It accentuated your presence, making you feel confident and beautiful. Even though you had worn styled outfits before, you had never felt so much like yourself until now. The dress felt so... you. It was as if it had been made not just for your body, but for your spirit.

The color palette complemented your essence perfectly, and the off-shoulder neckline highlighted your graceful aura. The lace details were delicate and intricate, adding a touch of sophistication and elegance. As you moved, the fabric flowed around you effortlessly, making you feel as though you were gliding. You felt like some sort of a princess from a fantasy movie, like you were living a faded childhood dream.

“Thank you so much, Madame Dupont,” you said, turning to her with a grateful smile. Your eyes were, once more, filled with tears of joy and appreciation, but you held them back, not wanting to ruin the moment. “I can’t wait for the casting tomorrow.”

Madame Dupont walked over to you, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder. “You’ll do wonderfully, dear,” she assured you, her voice filled with reassurance. “Now, get some rest. Tomorrow is your big day.”

—

It’s now the day you’ve been waiting for. You woke up a few minutes earlier than your alarm, and a mix of nerves and excitement buzzed through you. Deciding to reach out to your parents for some much-needed encouragement, you initiate a video call. Almost immediately, they pick up, and you’re greeted with their wide smiles, their eyes twinkling with anticipation.

“Good morning!” your mother exclaims, her voice warm and cheerful. “Morning, darling!” your father echoes, his tone equally enthusiastic.

You can’t help but smile at their enthusiasm. “You two seem livelier than usual,” you say, raising an eyebrow playfully. Had they woken up long ago?

Your mother laughs softly. “Well, we can’t help it, especially since it’s your big day today.”

“Have you been waiting for me to call you the whole time?” you tease, a grin spreading across your face. It wasn’t entirely out of character for them to do such a thing. After all, they never fail to show their anticipation when it comes to you finally reaching everything you aim to achieve.

“How could we not?” your father replies, chuckling. “We’re just as excited as you are, if not more.”

Their excitement is infectious, and it eases some of your nervousness. Remembering the dress Madame Dupont made for you, you suddenly feel a surge of both pride and excitement. “Oh, wait right there,” you say, standing up from your bed. “I want to show you what I’ll be wearing today.”

You prop the phone on your desk and walk over to your closet. Carefully, you retrieve the dress from its hanger and hold it up to the camera. The intricate lace details, the soft pastel hues, and the delicate off-shoulder design all come together to create a masterpiece. Your mother gasps in delight. “Oh, sweetheart, it’s beautiful! It fits you and your vibe perfectly.”

Your father nods, his eyes twinkling with approval. “It looks stunning. That dress seems like it was made for you, huh?” he joked, but had his jaw nearly get dropped when you nodded in confirmation. “Wait, it was?”

“Yup. My landlord offered to sew it for me,” you explained, holding the dress closer to the camera to show them the hidden details. “Look at how well-crafted it is. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Once you saw them smiling and nodding and approval, you felt yourself become satisfied. You then carefully place the dress back on the hanger and return it to your closet. Sitting down again, you feel a bit more relaxed but still slightly anxious. “I’m still so nervous, though,” you admit, looking down at your hands.

Your parents exchange a knowing glance before turning their supportive gazes back to you. “Nerves are normal,” your father reassures you. “Just remember how hard you’ve worked to get here. You deserve this opportunity.”

“And no matter what happens and however things turn out, we are incredibly proud of you,” your mother adds. “Just go out there and be yourself. Show them the wonderful person we know you are.”

“I’ll do my best to keep that in mind.” You smile at them, then glance at the digital clock on your bedside table and realize it’s time to start getting ready. “I should probably start getting ready now,” you say, feeling a mixture of nerves and excitement building up inside you.

“Good luck, sweetheart. We love you,” your mother says, blowing you a kiss through the screen as your father holds a thumbs-up to the camera.

“I love you both,” you reply, your voice softening with affection. “Thank you for always being there for me.” With a final wave, you end the call. Their words of encouragement echo in your mind, giving you the strength and confidence you need to face the day ahead. The nerves were still there—you’re entirely convinced they’re never gonna go away at this point, but compared to before, you’re pretty sure you’ve gained enough confidence for the casting right now.

Just as you were about to stand up and begin your morning routine, your phone, which you now laid down on your desk’s surface, rang with the sound of a message notification. Picking it up, a smile graces your lips as you read Seonghwa’s contact number.

Good morning! Today’s the day. Hope you still remember?

You let out a soft laugh of amusement. For the past few days, it’s been Seonghwa’s thing to keep in check with you and make sure you were still up for the casting. It was funny yet also endearing how he seems to really want you to attend. Did you really hold that much potential in his eyes? Whether you’ll get accepted or not would be the answer.

Can’t say I don’t.

I blame my constant palpitations on the casting, actually.

From the other side of the screen, there was Seonghwa, lounging on his office chair while he was occupied with both paperwork and conversing with you. He’s well aware he’s probably coming off way too paranoid by reminding you of the casting nearly everyday, but you were just a diamond in the rough he couldn’t afford to let escape from his grasp. Not when you have so much potential he could make the best out of.

Oops. Sorry… not sorry?

Also, I know I’m asking this a bit too late but

Can I ask what your name is?

You let out a hum of surprise. He hasn’t asked for that yet? Although you were sure you’d already mentioned your name to him at some point… Well, he wouldn’t be asking you this question had the truth been on your side, so maybe your memory’s deceiving you. After nearly a minute of contemplating, your fingers tapped the letters of your name on the keyboard, soon then sending it. His response caught you by surprise.

Even your name is pretty!

It’s also really cool :)

Chuckling, you quickly typed out a response—you still needed to get ready, after all.

You think so?

Thanks, Seonghwa.

Also, no emoji!

With that, you turned off your phone, placing it back on your desk before standing up and stepping into the shower. The day has yet to begin.

Meanwhile, Seonghwa, who is in his office on one of the higher floors of the building, stood up from his chair, stretching his arms above his head as he walked over to the large window. The view of the street below reveals a growing line of aspiring models, each one buzzing with anticipation. Some of them were personally casted by him, while others came on their own, drawn by the promise of a new opportunity. Despite their different paths, they all share the same goal: to make a name for themselves in the world of fashion.

As Seonghwa observes the scene, he can’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. The casting is a significant event, not just for the models but for him as well. It’s a chance to discover fresh talent and bring new faces to the forefront of the industry. Just then, the door to his office swings open with a loud bang, and Wooyoung bursts in, his voice booming with enthusiasm. “Rise and shine! Get up, buttercup!” he exclaims, far too loudly for the early hour. Seonghwa turns around, raising an eyebrow in mild annoyance.

“Wooyoung, it’s not even past late morning hours yet and yet you’re already causing a scene. Must you be so loud right now?” he scolds, picking up a folder—again—and pretending to throw it at him.

Wooyoung laughs, raising his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, okay, I’ll keep it down,” he says, a grin plastered on his face. He doesn’t wait for an invitation and immediately lounges in Seonghwa’s chair, spinning around like a child.

Seonghwa just sighs, shaking his head as he turns back to the window. “You’re incorrigible,” he mutters under his breath, though there’s a hint of amusement in his voice.

After nearly ten dizzying spins, Wooyoung finally stops, looking a bit green. “Okay, that was a bad idea,” he mumbles to himself. He then drags the chair, wheels squeaking, over to where Seonghwa stands. Both of them look down at the line of hopefuls below.

“There’s a lot of them, huh?” Wooyoung muses, more to himself than to Seonghwa. “I can’t wait to see which ones will get in. It’s not up to me anyway, so I’ll just be watching from the sidelines with you, Hongjoong, and the casting directors.”

Seonghwa nods slightly, still gazing at the scene outside. “It’s always interesting to see who stands out,” he says quietly. “Each one of them has something unique to offer. It’s just a matter of seeing who can bring that uniqueness to life on the runway.”

Wooyoung hums in agreement, his usual playful demeanor replaced with a rare moment of contemplation. “Do you think any of them will surprise us?” he asks, glancing at Seonghwa.

“Always,” Seonghwa replies, a small smile appearing on his lips. “That’s the beauty of these castings. You never know who will walk through those doors and leave a lasting impression.”

Wooyoung leans back in the chair, crossing his arms behind his head. “Y’know, I’ve always wondered what it’s like to be in their shoes,” he says thoughtfully. “The nerves, the excitement, the pressure. It must be intense.”

“It truly is. We can only go as far as we can imagine,” Seonghwa agrees. “But that’s what makes it all the more rewarding. When they eventually succeed in their path and walk down those runways and see the admiration in the audience’s eyes, it’s all worth it.”

“Speaking of which, have you seen Hongjoong this morning?” Wooyoung asks, changing the subject. “He still seemed pretty down last night about his sketchbook when I took him out to eat.”

Seonghwa sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah, he’s been really stressed about it. That sketchbook means a lot to him. Apparently, according to him, losing it feels like losing a part of himself.”

Wooyoung nods sympathetically. “I get that. I just hope he can find it or at least come to terms with it. He’s got so much talent, so it would really be a shame for something like this to hold him back.” He leans back in the chair, still gazing at the line of aspiring models outside. “So, about the girl from Rue de la Paix,” he begins, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “Did you ever get her name?”

Seonghwa glances over his shoulder, eyes narrowing slightly. “I did,” he replies cautiously.

“And what is it?” Wooyoung asks, leaning forward in anticipation.

“Why do you need to know that?” Seonghwa counters, turning fully to face his friend. There’s a playful yet protective edge to his tone, as if he’s guarding a precious secret. It wasn’t like he didn’t want to let Wooyoung know your name, he just liked to tease the younger man often.

Wooyoung shrugs, a nonchalant smile on his face. “I’m just curious. I want to know which one of the models attending today’s casting is her.”

Seonghwa doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he walks back to his desk, his mind clearly made up about not divulging the information. Wooyoung, undeterred, struggles with the chair’s wheels as he attempts to follow. The squeaky protest of the wheels against the floor echoes in the spacious office.

“Are you not telling me because it’s confidential, or because you just don’t want to?” Wooyoung presses, finally managing to maneuver the chair closer to Seonghwa’s desk—not before nearly stumbling over and falling down to the ground face-flat first.

“A little bit of both,” Seonghwa admits with a shrug, his lips curling into a faint smile. Wooyoung groans dramatically, leaning back in the chair with exaggerated disappointment. Seonghwa watches him with amusement, shaking his head slightly.

“Come on, Hwa,” Wooyoung whines. “Just a hint?”

Seonghwa’s smile widens, and he leans forward, resting his hands on his desk. “I’ll make sure to tell you when it’s her turn at the casting,” he says, a glint of teasing in his eyes.

Wooyoung instantly brightens at this, sitting up straight. “Really? You promise?”

“Promise,” Seonghwa confirms, patting Wooyoung on the back. “Now, get off my chair before I throw you out the window.”

Wooyoung laughs, pushing himself out of the chair with exaggerated reluctance. “Fine, fine. But I’m holding you to that promise,” he says, wagging a finger at Seonghwa.

Seonghwa chuckles, shaking his head as he watches Wooyoung retreat. “You truly are insufferable,” he mutters, though there’s a fondness in his voice that betrays his words.

Wooyoung winks at him, making his way to the door. “And don’t you forget it!”

As Wooyoung leaves, Seonghwa turns back to the window, watching as the line outside continues to grow. The anticipation is electric, each model radiating a mix of nerves and excitement. Today was going to be a significant day, not just for them, but for him as well. Eventually, he decided to settle back into his chair. The morning sun streamed through the glass walls, casting a warm glow over his sleek, modern workspace. He reached for the stack of portfolios on his desk, each one representing the dreams and ambitions of aspiring models.

He flipped open the first portfolio, revealing the work of Kara. Her portfolio was meticulously organized, with high-quality photographs showcasing her versatility. Kara had a striking look, with an elegant poise that shone through in every image. Her resume detailed her extensive experience in runway shows and high-fashion editorials. She had a background in ballet, which explained her graceful movements and impeccable posture. Seonghwa nodded in appreciation, noting her potential for the upcoming show.

The next portfolio belonged to Connor. His photos exuded a cool, polished charm. Connor’s piercing gaze and chiseled features made him a standout in the world of male modeling. His portfolio included a range of styles, from casual streetwear to sophisticated suits. Seonghwa noticed a particular emphasis on tech-inspired fashion, which intrigued him. Connor’s resume revealed his background in acting, adding another layer of depth to his modeling skills. Seonghwa could see Connor’s potential for both the runway and more conceptual shoots.

The third portfolio was that of Markus. His images radiated a raw, magnetic energy. Markus had a unique look, with a rugged edge that set him apart. His portfolio showcased a variety of high-impact editorial shots, where his powerful presence commanded attention. Seonghwa admired Markus’s ability to convey intense emotions through his eyes and body language. His resume highlighted his involvement in various social justice campaigns, which added a sense of purpose to his modeling career. Seonghwa made a mental note of Markus's potential for more provocative, statement-making pieces.

After thoroughly examining these portfolios, Seonghwa finally reached yours, which you had given to him yesterday. He opened it carefully, revealing a collection of images that immediately caught his eye. Your portfolio was a blend of ethereal elegance and down-to-earth charm. The photographs showcased a range of styles, from flowing, delicate dresses to modern, structured outfits. Each image highlighted your ability to adapt to different looks while maintaining a unique, captivating aura. Your resume, though less extensive than some of the others, reflected a genuine passion for modeling and a determination to make your mark in the industry.

Just then, Seonghwa’s phone buzzed with a message. He glanced at the screen and saw it was from you, asking if the casting had started yet and letting him know you were on your way. As if on cue, there was a knock on his door. One of the casting directors poked their head in, informing him that it’s about to begin before leaving shortly after.

It’s about to.

Why? Are you not here yet?

He then closed your portfolio with a thoughtful smile and slipped his phone into the pocket of his tailored pants. Rising from his chair, he made his way to the casting area, anticipation building within him. Once he reached his destination, he settled into a seat in the middle of Wooyoung and Hongjoong, along with a few other casting directors. The room buzzed with anticipation, a mix of excited chatter and the occasional nervous glance from the models waiting their turn.

As Seonghwa sat down, Wooyoung turned to him and Hongjoong with a playful grin. “Big day, right? Always exciting to see who might be the next big star.”

Hongjoong nodded in agreement, already expecting a lot for the day. “We’ve got a solid line-up today. I’m looking forward to seeing how they perform. It’s one thing to look good in photos and another to command the runway.”

Seonghwa leaned back in his chair, taking in the room’s energy. “You’re on point with that. It’s all about presence. You can tell a lot about a model by how they carry themselves.”

The casting director to Hongjoong’s left chimed in. “And it’s not just about walking. It’s the confidence, the ability to connect with the audience. We’re looking for someone who can truly bring the clothes to life.”

As they continued discussing their expectations and hopes for the casting, Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa. “By the way, is she here yet? The girl you casted in Rue de la Paix?”

Seonghwa took out his phone and read a recent message from you saying you were nearly there. He quickly typed a response, telling you to hurry, then put his phone away. “Almost. She’s on her way.”

The casting then began, each model stepping onto the runway with varying degrees of confidence. The first model moved with a fluid grace that was captivating. Her steps were measured, her posture impeccable, and the way she carried herself spoke volumes of her experience. The casting directors exchanged approving glances, making notes on their tablets.

Next was a male model whose cool, polished demeanor immediately caught the eye. His walk was deliberate, every movement exuding a calm, collected energy. The way he held himself, with just the right amount of charisma, showcased his versatility. He had a way of engaging with the audience, making each person feel as though he was walking just for them.

A third model brought a raw, magnetic presence to the runway. Her movements were powerful, almost theatrical, each step filled with purpose. The intensity in her eyes and the confident sway of her shoulders commanded attention, leaving a lasting impression on everyone watching. Seonghwa exchanged a look with Hongjoong, both clearly impressed.

Meanwhile, you were doing your best to hurry to the building without ending up looking disheveled. You reached the entrance, slightly out of breath, and quickly took out your phone to text Seonghwa, asking how to get to the casting area. Seonghwa received the notification and sighed in relief upon reading your message, quickly giving you directions. Inside, you found the waiting room and were relieved to see there were still three models in line before you. You took advantage of the time, lounging in the waiting room to catch your breath and fix yourself up. The anticipation built up as you watched the other models go, each with their unique style and presence.

Finally, it was your turn. As you stepped onto the runway, you felt a mix of nerves and excitement. The room seemed to hold its breath, and you could feel all eyes on you. You nearly let go of your resolve and began considering running away, but you couldn’t back down now, so even if the feeling of being perceived almost felt like claws scratching on your skin, you did all you can to hold out.

The dress Madame Dupont had crafted for you flowed elegantly with each step, its delicate lace details catching the light perfectly. You took a deep breath, centering yourself. Every step you took was purposeful, your head held high, shoulders back. You envisioned the path before you, focusing on exuding the confidence and grace you had practiced. Each stride was smooth, the fabric of your dress fluttering lightly with your movement, giving an ethereal quality to your walk. Your thoughts raced, reminding yourself to maintain your pace and rhythm. You could see the faces of the casting directors, their expressions ranging from curiosity to intrigue. This was your moment, and you intended to make it count.

Seonghwa then nudged Wooyoung, a proud expression on his face. “That’s her,” he said quietly.

Wooyoung turned, his mouth slightly ajar. “That’s her?” He watched you intently, a look of amazement on his face. Seonghwa nodded, proud of himself for recognizing your potential.

Hongjoong, however, seemed lost in thought. “That dress…” he whispered to himself, drawing Seonghwa’s attention.

“See? I told you she’d meet your expectations. Seems the casting directors are already fond of her as well,” Seonghwa said, pointing out how everyone else in the room seemed to have been quite intrigued.

Hongjoong shook his head slightly, “No, that’s not what I…” he trailed off, giving up and deciding to refocus himself on studying the way you moved with a unique sense of confidence he’s certain he hasn’t felt from the others who had just walked the runway you were currently standing on.

You finished your walk and stood at the end of the runway, awaiting feedback. One of the casting directors leaned forward, a warm smile on her lips. “That was quite impressive. Your walk exudes a natural grace, and you have a unique ability to connect with the audience. The way you carried that dress was truly captivating.”

Another casting director nodded in agreement. “Yes, I felt a sense of authenticity in your presence. It’s clear you’re not just walking; you’re telling a story. That’s a rare quality. Not to mention, your versatility is evident. You managed to make the dress come alive, which is exactly what we’re looking for. Your movements were fluid and expressive, and you conveyed an emotion that’s essential for our brand. We need someone who can bring that kind of depth and dimension to the runway.”

Seonghwa exchanged a satisfied glance with Wooyoung and Hongjoong. You had not only met but exceeded their expectations. As you stood there, absorbing the positive feedback, you felt a surge of confidence and pride, knowing that you had made a significant impression on the casting directors. You gave a polite nod and a soft “Thank you,” before turning away from the bright lights of the runway, and beginning your walk backstage. Your heart was pounding with a mix of relief and elation. The backstage area was a hive of activity, with models, assistants, and staff bustling around. You carefully navigated through the crowd, making your way to the waiting room.

Once inside, you found a quiet corner to gather your thoughts. The adrenaline from the casting still coursed through your veins, but you took a moment to breathe deeply, allowing yourself to fully process what had just happened. You have done it. You had walked the runway, presented yourself confidently, and received positive feedback from the casting directors.

Hongjoong, Seonghwa, and the casting directors gathered in a sleek, modern conference room for a debriefing discussion. The walls were lined with mood boards, sketches, and photos from the day's casting. The atmosphere was filled with a mixture of excitement and anticipation as they reviewed the day’s candidates. Wooyoung, the brand’s vibrant and beloved photographer, sat among them. Though he wasn’t technically supposed to be part of these discussions, his charm and keen eye for detail, and, not to mention, how nearly everyone in the workspace was fond of him, had earned him a permanent spot at the table.

“Let’s start with the first model,” one of the casting directors said, flipping open a portfolio. “She had a strong walk and a striking presence. Her portfolio shows a lot of versatility. What do we think?”

Seonghwa nodded, glancing at the portfolio. “She definitely has potential. Her editorial shots are impressive, and she seemed confident on the runway.”

“Agreed,” another casting director added. “Her look is unique, and she knows how to carry herself.” They then moved on to the next model. “This one had a great energy,” they noted. “Her poses were dynamic, and she really engaged with the camera.”

“Yes,” Seonghwa said, smiling. “She has a lot of charisma. I think she’d be fantastic for some of our more lively, energetic campaigns.”

Wooyoung, lounging casually in his chair, chimed in, “I agree. She’d be a lot of fun to shoot. She has that spark.” As the discussion continued, they went through the portfolios and runway performances of several models, each time delving into detailed critiques and praises. They talked about their physical attributes, their runway presence, and their potential fit within the brand’s vision.

Finally, Seonghwa brought up your performance. “So, what do we think about the last model?” he asked, his eyes bright with anticipation.

One of the casting directors leaned forward, her eyes lighting up. “She was remarkable. Her walk was graceful, and she had an ethereal quality that was hard to ignore. Not to mention, her portfolio shows a lot of promise. She has this natural elegance that really stood out.”

Seonghwa’s smile grew wider with each positive comment, nodding in agreement with all of them. The casting director sitting across Seonghwa then noticed his growing smile and asked, “Do you know her personally by any chance?”

Seonghwa shook his head, still smiling. “No, but I met her at Rue de la Paix a while ago and persuaded her to attend today. I had a feeling she’d be a good fit.”

“Well, we’re glad you did that,” another director said, nodding in approval. “She definitely has potential.”

While the group was busy discussing, Hongjoong, who had been silent the entire time, was snapped out of his thoughts when Seonghwa nudged his shoulder lightly. “Hey, what’s on your mind? You look lost,” Seonghwa pointed out.

Hongjoong shook his head, a thoughtful expression on his face. “No, nothing,” he said, standing up. “I need to go to the restroom for a moment.”

As Hongjoong left, Wooyoung turned to Seonghwa, eyebrows raised. “What’s up with him?”

Seonghwa shrugged, equally confused. “No idea.”

Instead of heading to the bathroom, Hongjoong made his way to the waiting room. He knocked twice before entering and was greeted with the sight of you sitting in a corner, looking slightly nervous but composed. You immediately recognized him from the runway and sat up straight, greeting him politely.

You took a moment to take in his appearance and demeanor, noting the serene confidence he exuded. His features were striking, with a sharp jawline and expressive eyes that seemed to see right through you. His aura was both commanding and comforting, a perfect balance for a creative visionary. Yet above it all, one thing’s for sure—he was strikingly gorgeous. Is this how it feels being in an 80’s romance movie and seeing your love interest for the first time?

He then broke the silence by greeting you with a warm smile and introduced himself as the Creative Director of the brand. Upon this newfound information, you felt both nervous and excited as he held out his hand for you to shake. His grip was firm yet gentle, and you could feel the sincerity in his touch.

“You don’t need to introduce yourself,” he said, cutting you off gently just as he sensed you were about to speak. “Seonghwa has already told me quite a lot about you.”

“All good things, I hope?” You tilted your head, a playful expression on your face as you attempted to both lighten the mood further and relax your spirits. Fortunately on your behalf, the comment was enough to make him laugh.

“All good things, don’t worry,” he played along, easing your nerves. “I wasn’t able to give feedback along with the casting directors earlier, so I figured I’d do it now. You did an excellent job out there. Your walk was graceful, and you have a natural elegance that's very captivating.”

You felt your cheeks warm at the praise. “Oh, really? Thank you so much. That means a lot to me."

“Don’t thank me. You should be thanking yourself for being able to exude such an exceptional aura.” He smiled, then continued, “It’s up to the casting directors to decide who will be getting callbacks, but I’ll make sure to convince them to include you in the list—just in case. Though, from what I’ve seen, I’m quite certain they’re already planning on it.”

You felt a surge of gratitude and excitement. “Thank you again, really. I appreciate it.”

He cleared his throat, glancing at his watch. “I should probably get going. But before I leave, I just wanted to say it was a pleasure meeting you.”

As he turned to leave, he paused at the door and looked back. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, but my name is Kim Hongjoong,” he said before glancing at your widened eyes and gently shutting the door behind him, leaving you nearly paralyzed.

Kim Hongjoong?

The exact same name written on the sketchbook you accidentally took home with you on your first day in Paris?

Your thoughts began to swirl into a maelstrom of worry. How could this be happening? Not only did you have a renowned creative director’s sketchbook in your hands, but this very same creative director worked under the agency whose casting you had just attended. The coincidence was almost too much to bear. What if he found out you had his sketchbook? What if he thought you had stolen it?

Your mind raced with all the possible repercussions. You envisioned Hongjoong, upon discovering the mystery behind the missing sketchbook, being livid and assuming the worst of you. It might look as if you had tried to take his work for yourself or pry into his creative processes—which wasn’t exactly a far-fetched assumption, but that’s what makes things even worse on your behalf... It could certainly jeopardize your career before it even had a chance to start. He might inform the casting directors, and they could blacklist you from any future opportunities. The thought alone sent chills down your spine.

And then there was Seonghwa. You could picture his disappointment and frustration. He had gone out of his way to persuade you to attend this casting, believing in your potential. How would he react if he found out about the sketchbook? He might think you were careless or irresponsible. You had been so excited about this opportunity, but now it felt like it was slipping through your fingers due to a misunderstanding.

The weight of the situation was heavy, making it hard to breathe. You wondered how you were going to sort this out. Should you go to Hongjoong immediately and explain? But what if he didn’t believe you? What if he thought it was just a convenient excuse? The thought of facing him, knowing what you knew now, was daunting. But then, what other option did you have?

Your mind kept circling back to the same questions. How could you have known that the man whose sketchbook you had mistakenly taken would turn out to be so crucial to your career? You replayed the events of that night over and over, trying to pinpoint how things had gone so awry. It had been an innocent mistake, yet the consequences seemed potentially devastating. What if this one mistake ruined everything you had worked so hard for? What if your dreams of becoming a model in Paris ended before they could truly begin? The uncertainty of the future loomed over you like a dark cloud, making it difficult to focus on anything else.

It didn’t help that the outfit you wore was inspired by one of what’s now revealed to be Hongjoong’s sketches. The realization hit you like a ton of bricks. Could that be the reason he had gone out of his way to approach you here? You tried to convince yourself it was just a coincidence, that he had been too genuine while complimenting you earlier for it to be otherwise. But the doubt lingered, gnawing at your mind.

A fashion designer of Hongjoong’s caliber would undoubtedly recognize his own creations. There was no way he wouldn’t. Did he already know? If he did, wouldn’t he have addressed it immediately? But then again, what if he was waiting for the right moment? Perhaps he wanted to see if you would chase after him the moment he told you his name and bring it up yourself. The uncertainty made your stomach churn.

You recalled the way he had looked at you, the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t just the usual scrutiny of a casting director. There was something more, something you couldn’t quite place. Was it curiosity? Or was it simply professional interest in a potential model? Each possibility seemed equally plausible, yet you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to it.

What if he had recognized the dress immediately but chose not to say anything? Maybe he was testing you, waiting to see if you would come forward with the truth. The thought made your heart race. You felt caught in a web of your own making, the threads tightening around you with each passing moment. How could you possibly explain the situation without it sounding like an excuse or a lie?

Your thoughts spiraled further into confusion and anxiety. If he knew about the sketchbook, what did he think of you? Did he believe you were trying to pass off his design as your own? That was far from the truth, but would he give you the chance to explain? The idea of being misunderstood by someone so pivotal to your career was terrifying.

And then there was the matter of the compliments he had given you. They seemed genuine, heartfelt even. But now you couldn’t help but question their sincerity. Had he been playing a part, trying to lure you into a false sense of security before confronting you? Or were his words truly a reflection of his professional opinion, unaffected by the sketchbook debacle? The more you thought about it, the more tangled your emotions became. You felt a mix of admiration and fear toward Hongjoong. Admiration for his undeniable talent and fear of his potential judgment. His opinion held immense weight, and the possibility of disappointing him was almost unbearable.

You wondered if you should come clean about the sketchbook before he had a chance to bring it up. But the timing seemed impossible. How could you just casually walk up to him and confess to accidentally taking his sketchbook like it wasn’t most likely a treasured item of his? And what if, by some slim chance, he really hadn’t noticed the dress’s origins? You would be drawing unnecessary attention to it, possibly creating an issue where there was none.

Your thoughts were a chaotic swirl of what-ifs and maybes. Each scenario you envisioned seemed fraught with peril. The fear of ruining your budding career loomed large, casting a shadow over your every thought. The dress, which had felt like a beacon of hope earlier, now felt like a burden, an uncomfortable fabric attaching itself on the surface of your skin, a reminder of the precarious position you found yourself in.

You wished you could go back to that moment in the cafe, to the moment before you had mistakenly picked up the wrong sketchbook. But there was no undoing what had been done. All you could do now was navigate the consequences, no matter how daunting they seemed. Your worries wouldn’t leave you alone and it definitely doesn’t seem like they were planning to anytime soon—an unrelenting presence that made it hard to think straight. You felt a deep sense of dread at the thought of facing Hongjoong again. What would you say? Would you even be able to see him again, that is?

The moment Hongjoong opened the conference room door, he saw that no one was there anymore. The room was eerily silent, and the chairs were neatly pushed under the table. He realized he had taken too long and the debriefing session had ended without him. Letting out a sigh, he decided to head back up to his office.

As he stepped into the room, he was greeted by an unfortunately familiar yet chaotic sight: Wooyoung was laughing loudly while being pushed around in Hongjoong’s chair by Seonghwa. The sight of Seonghwa struggling to control the wheeled chair with Wooyoung gleefully directing it like a makeshift chariot brought an exasperated groan from Hongjoong.

Seeing Hongjoong from the corner of his eye, Wooyoung quickly looked at him and pointed at Seonghwa with a mischievous grin. “See? Pushing a shopping cart or a chair can be fun if you put your mind to it!”

Hongjoong sighed in frustration, “Seonghwa, quit feeding into Wooyoung’s antics before one of the wheels falls off my chair.”

Seonghwa, still smiling, immediately complied despite Wooyoung’s whining complaints. Wooyoung reluctantly got off the chair, still chuckling, while Seonghwa straightened his shirt and ran a hand through his hair. As Seonghwa moved the chair back to its rightful place behind Hongjoong’s desk, he asked, “What took you so long anyway? And why do you look so… wow. This is the first time I’ve seen a smile on your face this week.”

Hongjoong, now sitting on the couch, shrugged nonchalantly. “I’m just happy about the results of today’s casting.”

Wooyoung raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. “That’s like, really strange, because I’m sure you had a bothered look when you stepped outside of the conference room to go to the restroom. Like, really bothered.” Before Hongjoong could respond, Wooyoung continued with another question, “Speaking of, what took you so long anyway?”

Hongjoong leaned back, looking at Wooyoung with a raised eyebrow. “It’s none of your business.”

“You can’t just—” Wooyoung cut himself off, taken aback for a moment, then considered Hongjoong’s words. He finally nodded and said, “Yeah, you’re right, that’s... definitely not my business.”

Seonghwa, still curious, turned to Hongjoong, “Seriously though, what’s got you in a better mood?”

Hongjoong glanced at Seonghwa, then looked out the window thoughtfully. “I just had a moment of clarity, I guess. Today’s casting was better than I expected.”

Seonghwa nodded slowly, not entirely convinced but willing to let it go for now. “Well, that’s good to hear. We did see some promising talent.”

Hongjoong’s mind wandered back to the casting, especially the way you had walked down the runway with such grace and confidence. There was something about you that stood out, something he couldn’t quite place but felt drawn to nonetheless. The memory of your performance brought a subtle smile to his lips. Wooyoung, sensing there was more to Hongjoong’s mood shift, couldn’t help but press a little further. “Come on, there’s gotta be more to it than that. Did something happen when you stepped out?”

Hongjoong shook his head, maintaining his composed demeanor. “Just appreciating the talent we saw today, Wooyoung. Nothing more.”

Wooyoung shrugged, realizing he wouldn’t get more out of Hongjoong for now. “Alright, if you say so. But I’ll be keeping an eye on you.”

All Hongjoong could do was smile. “I’ll be keeping an eye out there, too. Not on you, though.”

🪞 — lividstar.

[kkami-writes]

waiting for us ― a skz social media au.

pairing. OT8 x fem!reader synopsis. At age 16 you either get your soul mark (in the form of your soulmates name somewhere on your body) or you become a blank, someone who doesn't have a soulmate. You've long lost any semblance of hope or comfort in the magic of soulmates, despite the fact that you have 8 of them. genre. soulmate!au, college!au, social media!au + written parts, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff, smut cw. swearing, mentions of sex, sexual innuendos, skz should be in horny jail, eventual smut (MDNI), domestic abuse, sexual assault/harassment, implied/referenced self-harm, suicidal tendencies/thoughts, implied/referenced past suicide attempt, male x male relationships (skz are soulmates), polyamory, kms/kys jokes, mentions of homophobia + transphobia, lots of written parts, reader is really bad at feelings, ulzzang pics (this is more so to focus on the fashion), appearance of junhao, yeji and hyunjin are siblings, more to be added status: ongoing! / taglist: CLOSED! wanna support my work? consider buying me a coffee.

yn's accounts | the boys chapter one. go to horny jail chapter two. sus chapter three. welcome home cheater chapter four. you come here often? chapter five. sk8er boi chapter six. just a coincidence chapter seven. soulmate tingle chapter eight. down bad chapter nine. avoidance chapter ten. feminine urges chapter eleven. the whole circus chapter twelve. fairy boy chapter thirteen. apologies chapter fourteen. simp behavior chapter fifteen. not slick chapter sixteen. scooby doo chapter seventeen. screwed over chapter eighteen. back off hoe chapter nineteen. the gig chapter twenty. the plan™ chapter twenty one. yn chapter twenty two. a chance chapter twenty three. good morning chapter twenty four. totally subtle chapter twenty five. opening up chapter twenty six. howls moving castle chapter twenty seven. a deal chapter twenty eight. girls daye chapter twenty nine. girl dinner chapter thirty. the clit chapter thirty one. knight in shining armor chapter thirty two. masterpieces chapter thirty three. #NPP chapter thirty four. beach episode chapter thirty five. in the rain chapter thirty six. rumours chapter thirty seven. laser tag chapter thirty eight. cat cafe chapter thirty nine. bruises chapter fourty. sunrise

waiting for us masterlist part 2!!!!

[looneyleyle]

mi media naranja ~ p. gavi

synopsis: the private but not secret relationship of a guy and a girl <3

warnings: my spanish 😭 im not quite fluent so beware of errors!

notes: first off, most of the pictures i used are not my own! credits to their owners. second, the accounts pedroplays and pabs.gavs are their private instas, just wanted to clear up any potential confusion

insta au!

user.yn

♡ 💬 ➢ les gusta a hey.its.bff, sister.name, pabs.gavs y otros

user.yn recientemente ☼ (recently)

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hey.its.bff gorgeous gorgeous girl ↳ user.yn @/hey.its.bff you should visit sometime

sister.name miss you lots ↳ user.yn @/sister.name i miss you more

pedroplays alguien no puede callarse pq estás aquí (someone can’t shut up about you being here) ↳ user.yn @/pedroplays hmmm quien podría ser... (hmmmm who could it be…) ↳ pabs.gavs @/user.yn obviamente es lamine (obviously it’s lamine)

user.yn

♡ 💬 ➢ les gusta a hey.its.bff, pabs.gavs, pedroplays y otros

user.yn alguien me sugirió que viniera a un partido, supongo que estuvo bueno ◡̈ (someone suggested that i come to a game, i guess it was fine)

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hey.its.bff best weekend w the best girl <3 ↳ user.yn @/hey.its.bff so glad you came, ily

pabs.gavs sólo bueno? :( (just fine?) ↳ user.yn @/pabs.gavs marca un gol la próxima vez y veremos si mi opinión cambia (score a goal next time and we’ll see if my opinion changes)

culersporpablito

♡ 💬 ➢ les gusta a user915 y otros

culersporpablito gavi y una mujer besándose en la calle cerca de las ramblas, foto por un culer (gavi and a woman kissing in the street near las ramblas, photo by a culer)

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user823 ¿¿él tiene novia?? ¿quién es? (he has a girlfriend?? who is it?) ↳ user756 no sabemos, pero ellos han estado juntos desde sus días en la masia (we don’t know, but they’ve been together since his days in la masia)

user089 que afortunada, cómo convertirse en ella 😭 (how lucky, how to become her 😭)

ferrantorres

♡ 💬 ➢ les gusta a pablogavi, user.yn, pedri y otros

ferrantorres 🦈⚽️

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pedri goleadorrr (goal scorer)

frenkiedejong bon día 💙❤️ (good day)

marcguiu9 😍😍

user.yn que impresionante bebe (impressive babe)

pabs.gavs

jaja eres tan graciosa cariño 😐 (haha you're so funny darling)

deja de coquetear con mi compañero. (stop flirting with my teammate.)

y si no? qué pasaría?(and if not? what would happen?)

para. (stop.)

eres lindo cuando estás celoso (you're cute when you're jealous)

cállate mujer (shut up woman)

pablogavi

♡ 💬 ➢ les gusta a pedri, user.yn, fcbarcelona y otros

pablogavi ¡otra gran victoria por tres puntos! força barça! (another great victory for three points!)

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pedri vamos hermanito 🔥 (let's go bro)

_ferminlopez sigue hermano 👏 (keep it up bro)

user.yn mi favorito 🫶 (my favorite) gustado por pabs.gavs

pabs.gavs

♡ 💬 ➢ les gusta a pedroplays, user.yn, hectorelhermoso y otros

pabs.gavs contigo para siempre amor (with you forever love)

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user.yn ayeee quién es la chica? es muy guapa 🤩 (who's that girl? she's gorgeous)

user.yn mi media naranja 🍊🫶 (my soulmate)

pedroplays que asco 🤢 (how gross) ↳ user.yn @/pedroplays pablito todavía te quiere, no te pongas tan celoso (pablo still loves you, don't be too jealous)

[sun-and-moon-mushroom]

So, here’s my take on a soulmate AU:

Airplane-Shooting-Towards-The-Sky lives in a world where soulmates are real, so of course he wants to give his protagonist one, even though he’s never met the person who will make his own soulmark burn. He has a problem though — he also wants to write a harem for his protagonist and it would take all the drama out of it if his main character had a favourite! He comes up with a solution though, because in this world, soulmates aren’t necessarily romantic (although they often are), just people with their fates intertwined. There have been cases of soulmates who never got along, historical accounts of great rivalries, so why not make the soulmate of the protagonist one of the major villains?

Shen Yuan is one of those people lucky enough to have a soulmate, although his family often joke that he’ll never meet them if he never leaves his room. He’s obsessed with a truly terrible webnovel with surprisingly interesting monsters, and a protagonist that he loves (in a completely platonic way). The protagonist is actually the reason he started reading the book in the first place — he came across some fanart of him online and was struck by how similar the soulmark sitting on his exposed chest was to his own, almost as if they matched. It’s not the exact same, but soulmarks never are, each reflecting the one they mark while representing what links them. When it’s revealed that the main villain of the first part of the book, the one who spent years tormenting the protagonist before pushing him into a hell he spent years trying to escape… he’s disappointed somewhat. Sure, Luo Binghe has his harem, his hundreds of wives but… he couldn’t help but wish that he’d had a better soulmate.

Shen Jiu realises the mistake he’s made accepting a new disciple just because Ning Yingying had asked for it when he feels the soulmark hidden underneath his skin burn the moment the little beast gets close. It’s nothing he can’t tolerate, even as he watches as the boy gasps from the pain. He’s felt much worse when the brand was lowered over his own mark to make it ‘match’ the false one given to Qiu Haitang as a child to ensure her family’s status remained unquestioned. Even with the scar mostly erased by his level of cultivation, traces of it still remain. He refuses to care for this child — he’s lived his entire life perfectly fine without a soulmate, and the little beast will be better off the same.

Luo Binghe wipes tea off his face with his new disciple robes, already dirtied so soon after he got them, as the pain in his chest subsides. He doesn’t know what it was, he wasn’t sick or injured or anything like that. It almost felt like what he’d heard some people describe meeting your soulmate to be like — but Luo Binghe has never had a soulmate. The closest he has is an odd birthmark on his chest, but everyone knows that a soulmark is something else completely (when Su Xiyan sealed away his demonic heritage, she also sealed his soulmark) (when he stands on the edge of the Endless Abyss he’ll feel that burning pain again and know what it is).

[sorryimananti-romantic]

Horizon

faerieprince!san x oc

royal/fantasy au, soulmate au

Take Me Home spinoff (can be read as a standalone)

series lore

genre and warnings: fluff, angst, mild smut/suggestive, time travel/time loop, tragedy, violence warnings, mention of death/su!cide, past traumas, idk if i missed sth

synopsis: the eight faerie princes and the princess who rule the planet mirinae sense something that doesn't belong to their world- something that screams unnatural and dangerous. however, san is able to feel the presence of a faerie instead and it leads him to gaeul, who came back to life as a part of a darkling's evil scheme. san soon realises that he might be connected to gaeul in unimaginable ways, and the bond that they share might not be good.

-> part 1

-> part 2

-> part 3

-> part 4

-> part 5

Planet Mirinae Map:

[Kingdoms --> star-signs, Seas--> birthstones

(Seonghwa and Yunho share the Kingdom of Aries;

Kingdom of Gemini is split into two states bc duh;

Fomalhaut--> free land without a monarchy)]

disclaimer: the series can be read as a standalone since i do enough of explaining the whole universe at a tolerable pace (i hope), but in case you decide to read take me home (seonghwa series) which is a crucial part in the worldbuilding of this universe, i assure you not much will be spoiled and take me home will still be confusing asf (i really hope so LOL) anyways enjoy or whatever.

status: complete

taglist: closed

[hidrargyrum]

EMInktober24 ✨ V• Destined in the stars

▪️Au Soulmate & His Dark Materials inspired -

Aizawa /Pantera & Toshinori / Panda Rojo

En este Au es sin poderes, tienen la misma edad y van en escuelas diferentes, se encuentran por casualidad en la parada del autobús y entonces comienza su historia de amor.

[hellfire--cult]

💜🦇 Welcome to Roe's Eddie Munson's Masterlist 🦇💜

Be mindful that all of my fics are +18

Fluff : ❤ - Smut: 🌶 - Dark: ⛓ || complete: ✓ - Writing: ✎

Series:

Make me Better | ❤ - 🌶 - ✓: Bully!Reader, Enemies to Lovers, Angst, Love Triangle || wattpad and ao3

Do I Wanna Know? | ❤ - 🌶 - ✓: Stripper!Eddie, Shy!Reader, Romance, Pining, Angst

Baring Teeth | ❤ - 🌶 - ✎: Non-Traditional Omegaverse, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Angst

One Shots and Requests:

Second Chance at Cupid | ❤ - ✓: Cupid!Eddie, Romance, Pining, Angst, Soulmates -> R: Eddie's Past

Hooked On You | ❤ - ✓: Captain Hook!Eddie, Peter Pan AU, Much Angst, Romance, Soulmates -> R: After Story

Bunny, Bunny, Bunny | 🌶 - ⛓ - ✓: Mafia!Eddie, Chasing, Wicked Romance sort of, creepy aura, explicit

Scent | ❤ - ✓: Angst, Alpha!Eddie Munson, hurt/comfort, mean!eddie

Toot Toot | ❤ - ✓: fluff, established relationship, eddie being supportive

Cosplay for me | ❤ - ✓: possible smutty part 2, eddie gets fixated, cosplayer!reader

Don't leave me | ⛓ - ✓: dark fic, gore, murder, pining, plot twist

Misbehaved | 🌶 - ⛓ - ✓: dark fic, krampus!eddie, virgin!reader

Please, Trust Me | ❤ - ✓: read warnings, angst, fluff, su*icide topics

The Boy is Mine | ❤ - ✓: fluff, pregnant!reader, lovely prompt

Fated | 🌶 - ❤ - ✓: omega!eddie, alpha!reader, enemies to lovers, scent mates

Standing on tiptoes as a third talent | ❤ - ✓: tall!reader, fluff, some bullying, badass reader

Orange Peel Skin | 🌶 - ❤ - ✓: rockstar!eddie, best friends to lovers, body positivity, fluff and smutty

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[icamefromadream]

◦•◦Need some Unique AUs for your OCs/OTP? I got you!◦•◦

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Angel and Demon AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Under the Sea AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Arranged Marriage AU (It could be like Romeo and Julliet OR an AU where they have to get along with one another after an arranged marriage.)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦Assasins AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Art School AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ BookStore AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Army AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Idol and Fan AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Ballet AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Beach AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Celebrities AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Ceo and Ceo AU (This would be si intresting though)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Butcher shop and Flower shop AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Circus AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Racers AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Necromancer and DEAD person AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Witch and Wizard AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Supernatural and Supernatural AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Detective AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Daycare AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Demon and Demon hunter

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Fantasy AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Illusion AU (Basically both characters hold up illusions on their true reality, whether it's physically or mentally.)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Fashion Designers and Models (This would be so cute as a ship)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Flower Shop AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ God's and Goddesses AU (POSSOBLY MY ALL TIME FAVORITE.)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Amnesia AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Guardian Angel and Their Human AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Guarian Angel and Guardian Angel SU (this is definitely a ship)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Ghosts AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Switch bodies/lives AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Hollywood AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ HUMAN AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Ice Skating AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Library AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Lawyers AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Scientists AU (Like test subject x Scientist)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Asylum AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Band AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Medival AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Office AU (I had to add in a few classics, come on they're so good)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Reveng story AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Preist and Demon AU (This doesn't have to be a ship)

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Photographer and Model AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Stalker and Stalker AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Stalker and Detrctive AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Apocalypse AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Reincarnation AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ University/College Roomates AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Soulmates AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Shapeshifters AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Teachers AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Vampire and Damsel in Distress AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Superhero and Sidekick/Villain AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Wedding Crashers AU

╭┈◦•◦❥•◦ Divorced AU

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May 5 2024

[iamnmbr3]

I need you to know that after a decade of being a Harry Potter fan, your blog was the thing that made me ship drarry. Do you have any fics you'd recommend, since I'm only just starting to read drarry?

Ahhh! That's truly delightful to hear. Thank you so much for telling me! There's a ton of good drarry content. Definitely check out my fic rec tag here. Off the top of my head here are a few fun ones:

Running on Air by eleventy7 (words: 74,880 | rating: T)

Draco Malfoy has been missing for three years. Harry is assigned the cold case and finds himself slowly falling in love with the memories he collects.

At Your Service by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 95,752 | rating: E)

Hogwarts students are in danger; Harry is determined to save them all. There's only one thing he knows for certain: Draco Malfoy is somehow involved.

hello goodbye ('twas nice to know you) by tamerofdarkstars (words: 4,807 | rating: T)

Draco Malfoy thinks he might know whose thoughts are scrawling themselves on his skin, but that's crazy. Impossible, even. It has to be a mistake. - Self-indulgent soulmate AU where the thoughts of your soulmate inscribe themselves on your skin in a shifting magic tattoo

Nero su bianco by zuzallove (words: 40,507 | rating: E)

September 1997. Hogwarts is under the regime of Voldemort and the Carrows. Finding himself alienated by both his friends and his supposed enemies, Draco puts quill to parchment, and writes letters. He addresses them to the only person he can think of, as Hogwarts rapidly falls into chaos and ruin: Harry Potter. He goes to great lengths to ensure the letters are never discovered, and he’s pretty certain he’s done a great job. Until the day of his trial. PodFic available!

Denude by Faith Wood (faithwood) (words: 4,172 | rating: E)

This is a HBP AU. It's set a few days after the Sectumsempra scene and takes the story in another direction, asking the question: "What if the Sectumsempra scene had a greater impact on Harry and Draco?" Harry and Draco are sixteen. In medias res beginning. Non-linear storytelling.

AITA for being "obsessed" with my childhood nemesis? by RainstormRadish (words: 4,289 | rating: M)

Alrakis • I [24M] attended a small boarding school in the UK. There was a boy in my year, a couple of months younger than me, and he became my nemesis after we developed an intense rivalry. My friend [25F] told me recently that our dynamic was "weird back then" and that "it’s even weirder" that I still think about him today. She argued that I talk about him all the time, but I believe the amount I talk about him is reasonable. AITA? prongymcprongface • i completely get what you mean. i had a nemesis (like a school one, separate to my other nemesis) and we had a dynamic super similar to what you are describing. having a nemesis is a very cool and normal thing dw about it. NTA In which Draco asks the internet if he's being reasonable. Only one commenter is sympathetic. They start talking.

[gauloiseblue]

Gauloiseblue's Bookmarks

A/N: Since there's no bookmark system like they had in AO3, I decide to make one on this site. Will update the list from time to time.

COD

Price

[The True Me] by @i-am-hungry-24-7 Useless by @syoddeye Lazy Saturday Mornings by @clementine-thedestroyer Price and Beauty Mark by @ohmygraves Growing older with john price. by @obsessivelullabies Growing older with john price; smut. by @obsessivelullabies Ex-husband price, but the “ex” lays on significantly blurred lines now. by @captainfern Ex Husband!Price by @moongreenlight (A/N: you have NO idea what this fic had done to me) The boys all collectively realize that you are the captain’s favourite by @dante-mightdie weird HC by @theycalledhimastar

Gaz

lavender skies by @yeyinde (A/N: Gaz girlie, please read this I'm begging-) I may love Kyle, but I can totally admit when he acts like a total weirdo (he doesn’t, he’s perfect). by @theycalledhimastar

König

Ex-Lover Konig with runaway reader by @diejager Dog Hybrid König by @comfortless Hades!Konig and Persephone!reader by @comfortless Aroura Borealis by @clementine-thedestroyer Underground Fighter!König X Rich!Reader by @melancholic-thing

Soap

Rugby player soap fucks you after a win by @vanderilnde Pushy ass cbf!johnny and benefit pay by @shotmrmiller Valentine Days with Soap by @killerpancakeburger cbf!johnny as the dog he is by @ghouljams

Ghost

soulmate au with ghost but it's the fucking opposite of rainbows and sunshine by @bi-writes

Poly/HC

Fancy (Vampire! Poly! 141 x Plus size! Fem! Reader) by @swordsandholly 141 80’s Arcade AU by @clementine-thedestroyer TF141 and "can I try your drink?" By @syoddeye (A/N: don't @ me) 141 when they need attention by @void-my-warranty TF141 when you gave him hickey when you're drunk by @gloomwitchwrites

The Arcana

Asra's Love by @bahrtofane Teen Asra and puppy love headcanons by @smoke-and-silver Trip adventures with Asra by @smoke-and-silver Arcana and Weddings (fanarts) by @bastart13

Random/Miscellaneous

A/N: I put all of the Ghost Band stuff here bc I'm not officially into the fandom, but they're so irresistible to read hnggg

THEN // if (then) FINAL PART (Ghoap Comic) Roach's puppy eyes Korangi pt. 1 Korangi pt .2 Korangi (sus) pt. 3 Korangi (even more sus) pt. 4 Ghoap food pt. 1 👍👍 Self-care (Ghoap short comic) Capt Price having a cheeky wank (audio) Barry Sloane thirst trap (maybe) Bare chested Barry- Barry ugly ass poems (i'm horny) Barry Sloane seducing clip ASMR Barry talking ASMR Barry (Price) pt. 2 The band Ghost wildin' Ghost band shenanigan: part 1 The Ghouls + Rut Season (HC) Swiss meets red velvet ‘you’ve got to press it on you.’ (Ghost Band HC) Nameless Ghoul NSFW headcanons Swiss relationship and NSFW headcanons .... yeah I'm normal I swear St. Vincent *heart eyes* Miyazaki's Retirement Declarations (chronologically) Hayao Miyazaki's "Inspirational" Quotes The Hand

Web Weave | Poetry

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe] - Lyudmilla Ignatenko, the wife of deceased firefighter Vasily Ignatenko, Voices from Chernobyl, by Svetlana Alexeivich (transl. Keith Gessen) Robin Wood, “Psychoanalysis of Psycho” | Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook Stoker (2013) dir. Park Chan-wook and "The Lady of the House of Love" by Angela Carter This Is Me (Stoker 2013) Rice Paddies Home (What Is Home?) Whenever I see you, I remember AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK? // DEVOTION THAT EATS YOU ALIVE

[wooataes]

Real Eyes, Fake Lies (Part Six)

Pairing: soulmate!Lee Jihoon x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7K

Warnings: angst, Hanahaki!AU, filler chapter before next big plot point 👀, Marvel spoilers i guess?? Jihoon sucks when it comes to talking about things, sus Jeonghan, swearing, feelings of self doubt?

Summary: What do you do when you find out the one person that was created by the universe to be yours doesn’t want you back?

A/N: Just a short little filler chapter for you guys before the next big plot point! A few cute little moments and a lay off the angst for a bit too! Some new characters will drop next chapter, and I can’t wait for you all to read! Thank you all for loving this story as much as I love writing it 🫶🏼

-Tae 💜✨

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Y/N: Meet me at the auditorium after you finish class? I’ll be helping the Jeongyeon and the girls with their Vocal project and then we can go to the library.

Jihoon rereads your text for the fifth time as he makes his way towards the auditorium with a sigh, looking up at the sky as the sun tries to peek out from behind the clouds. It’s a Friday afternoon, Ji-ah has just sent him off with a kiss and a smile as she leaves campus to take the train back home to her family as per usual, leaving him alone for the weekend. He winces into direct sunlight with a scowl before trudging inside the large building.

Jihoon blinks at the sound of five distinct voices harmonizing together on the empty stage, and he recognizes that the voices belonged to your five girlfriends, Jeongyeon, Jihyo, Momo, Dahyun and Nayeon. He spots you sitting at the piano at the side of the stage, playing a simple melody as the girls sing into the empty theatre. He is captivated at how well the girls’ voices all blend together.

“Heaven forbid someone whisper ‘he’s part of some scheme’,” Jihyo sings. “Your enemy whispers,”

“So you have to scream!” The girls harmonize, and Jihoon’s eyes widen as you sing alongside them from the piano, still playing flawlessly.

“I know about whispers,” Momo’s voice is soft and delicate.

“I see how you look at my sister...” Your voice is clear as a bell as your voice projects through the room. Jihoon feels like time has stopped as he hears you.

“Don’t!”

“I’m not naive, I have seen women around you,” Dahyun’s voice is deep and angry, singing with emotion, your voice harmonizing behind her. He can’t keep his eyes off you.

“Don’t think I don’t see how they fall for your charms,” Jeongyeon and Jihyo sing together, facing each other and locking eyes.

“All of your charms!” Everyone sings together.

They’re good, Jihoon thinks to himself. Really good.

“I’m erasing myself from the narrative,” the girls all sing in a ladder, overlapping each other with precision.

“Let future historians wonder how Eliza reacted when you broke her heart,” their harmonies are on point, Jihoon can feel goosebumps rise on his skin.

“You have thrown it all away, stand back and watch it,”

“Burn~”

The harmony echoes through the empty seats, Jihoon now sitting at the end of the front row to listen.

“Just watch it all burn,” he keeps his eyes on you, singing full heartedly as you keep playing the piano without missing a beat. Your eyes are glued to the sheet music in front of you as the rest of the girls stay put in their spot.

Jihoon stays quiet in stunned silence as you, alongside your friends sing the rest of the song together in perfect harmony. He’s shocked at how polished the performance is, you all have clearly put a lot of time and effort into it.

“If you thought you were mine,” it’s almost like the girls were competing with each other for the best belt for the finale, but at the same time their voices overlapping fits the song perfectly.

“Don’t.” The song stops sharply and abruptly.

The girls are all looking expectantly at you, and you turn on the chair to smile at them.

“I think you’re ready.” You beam. “Like seriously, that was the best you’ve all sounded yet.”

“Really?” Momo smiles back at you, taking both of your hands in hers.

“Really!” You nod excitedly.

“I personally think we only sound this good because of you.” Jihyo smirks, hugging around you from behind, your laugh echoing in the room as she plants a kiss on your cheek gratefully.

“Oh hush, you.” You swat her hands playfully as the others laugh with you.

Your laugh is foreign to Jihoon, but he wouldn’t mind hearing it more often, he decides.

“I agree with Ji.” Jeongyeon hums, bumping her hip with yours. “Your voice was just what we needed to make it perfect. It’s a shame that you have to hide behind that big piano though. We need you center stage with those golden pipes.”

“Then who else will play the music, silly?” You snark back, smiling.

“We can easily find a backing track, miss smarty pants.” Dahyun raises her eyebrow as Nayeon points to her with wide eyes.

“She has a point, Bug.”

“And risk the performance fucking up because we trusted a machine?” You cross your arms with a pout. “I’m happy behind the piano, you know that.”

“Excuse me!” Jihyo’s voice now booms towards your soulmate, who was now sitting up, startled at the volume of her voice. “This is a closed practice! Women only!”

“I..”

“Yah! Have some decorum!” You throw a bottle of water at her with a laugh. “It’s just Jihoon. We need to go study for Film Studies.”

You roll your eyes with a grin as all the girls rush to grab you. But you’re faster, jumping off the edge of the stage and leaning beside Jihoon with your backpack in hand.

“No fair! You don’t get to steal her away!” Momo whines and stomps her foot, making you laugh and wave at the girls.

“Unfortunately, he does. Unless you want me to fail and stay behind for a year.” You smirk as they all relent. “Good job today, my loves! Same time next week yeah?” You blow them all kisses as they repeat the gesture back to them. “Sorry, did I take too long?” You ask your soulmate quietly as he trails out of the auditorium behind you.

“Uhh, no.” He finds his voice after a beat of silence, cheeks slightly pink. “Not at all.” Your angelic voice is still ringing in his ears.

“Sorry about them,” You wave your hand back at the building. “They tend to make goodbyes a drawn out affair so I tried to be quick.”

“It’s fine.” He nods, and you release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, walking to the campus library with Jihoon in silence.

Jihoon watches you from the corner of his eye as you walk together, suddenly more withdrawn and quiet. If you were a flower, Jihoon would’ve thought you just wilted right in front of him.

“Do you think people will sit back and think about that?”

“This is exactly what this project is about!” You chirp, pushing the laptop towards him. “Think about it. Tony Stark is obviously a fan favourite, both in the comics and the cinematic universe.” You’re pointing out graphs on the screen. “Everyone was on his side when Civil War came out. I bet you were too.”

“I mean, yeah, I suppose.” Jihoon raises his eyebrow at you.

“Which brings me back to my point.” This is the most animated he’s seen you be towards him, scribbling down on a notebook in front of you both. “Bucky is not to blame for Tony’s parents death. Yes, he is the one who caused their deaths, but he was under the mind control of Hydra. He was not in his right mind to control his own decision making due to the fact he was literally being controlled by these crazy bastards.”

Jihoon opens his mouth to speak.

“I know what you’re about to say,” you counter before he speaks. “You’re going to say ‘but he still did it.’ I mean, he did do it but if I hypnotized you to be a killing machine that you literally couldn’t stop yourself from being said killing machine, would you have the power to stop me? The answer is no. Bucky didn’t deserve the witch-hunt he was faced with, and Steve was completely justified in protecting his best friend. Bucky even felt guilty about it when Tony confronted him.”

“Tony was Steve’s friend too, though.”

“Who he knew for what, five minutes?” You quip back. “If your childhood best friend made a mistake and spent his entire life in agony against his will, tried to defend himself from your new friend of two years, who would you be picking?”

“… you make a point, Choi.” He hums, nodding his head sagely. “Yeah, okay, this is good. This will get them talking.”

“And it’s perfect, because we can discuss both sides!” You smile. “Even though I’m on Bucky’s side.”

Jihoon lets out a chuckle, with a little smile on his face. “I’m happy with that idea if you are?”

“Really?” You sit up straight, blinking owlishly. “You don’t have any ideas?”

“I mean, I had a few ideas but they were all pretty one sided. This idea works well because we can say the views from both sides.”

You blink again before giving Jihoon a little smile. His heart skips a beat involuntarily. “Okay, let’s do that then.”

“I can work on the Stark side and you can work on the Barnes side and we can discuss?” Jihoon pulls out his own pen and paper, starting to jot down a few notes. “We should only do a few ideas now and next week we can meet up to watch the film to draw out some points.”

“Sounds good to me.”

You nod your head quickly as you both get to work, the only sounds between you both being your pens and the occasional clicking of the keyboard of the laptop between you both.

Every so often, Jihoon feels like he can feel your eyes on him, but every time he sneaks a glance, your eyes are firmly on your notebook, diligently writing line after line of dot points on your page. It must be his imagination.

Every few moments, he spots you reaching up and rubbing at a spot on your collarbone like you have an itch, and he feels his curiosity growing but decided to leave it be for the sake of the project.

“I heard you were helping out with auditions..” you trail off softly as you walk by Jihoon’s side, two hours after your study session had begun. The sun is setting in the sky now as you shove your hands in your pockets. You’re standing on the outer side of the sidewalk, feet ghosting over the lip of where the concrete meets the road.

“Sure am.” He drawls, kicking at a rock on the pavement. “Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason,” You shake your head quickly. “I was just going to ask how it’s going.” Your eyes stay focussed on your feet. Jihoon spots your neck flushing pink.

“It’s not bad.” He shrugs. “But I don’t know how you can work with some of those actors. Almost all of them can’t sing for shit.”

You let out a cough as you seemingly choke on your own saliva, a laugh escaping your throat. “They’re not that bad, Jihoon-ssi.”

Jihoon feels like it’s so formal when you address him now. There is still the occasional moment you will call him simply Jihoon, but never Oppa. Not since the incident.

“They are bad when you have to hear the same rendition of ‘Mamma Mia! Here I go again. My my, how can I resist you?’ for four hours.” He groans, your amused smile growing on your lips as he speaks. “Why didn’t any of your friends audition? They sound a whole lot better than anyone else who sang.”

At the mention of your friends, you perk up a bit. “Believe me, I’ve tried. But they’re happy in their little show choir. I insisted that they would easily get the main role if they just showed up to audition, but they argued with me every step of the way.” You sigh, shrugging your shoulders. “So, I gave up.”

“Hmm, pity.” He hums. “It would’ve been better than who they’re deciding for callbacks.”

You nod along with him, and just as you’re about to respond, Jihoon beats you to the punch.

“You would’ve been good, too.”

Your cheeks immediately flush a deep red, turning your head to look away. “Uhh, thanks.”

“I mean, it isn’t a compliment.” Jihoon retorts. Your shoulders sag. “Well, I mean… it is, I suppose.” He immediately tries to mend things. “But coming from someone who sadly has perfect pitch, you, Jeongyeon and the others were the best singers I’ve heard all month.”

“Thank you, Jihoon-ssi.” You smile softly at your soulmate before flinching and taking a quick step towards him.

You were standing a bit too close to the road as a car sped past you, almost knocking you off your feet if it wasn’t for Jihoon to catch you by the loop of your backpack. He swiftly maneuvers you to walk on the inside of the path, now standing in your original spot without blinking an eye or missing a stride.

“It’s fine.” He acts like nothing happened. “And, if it’s too much for your rehearsal, or whatever.. I’ve been trained in piano since I was in middle school. So, uh… I could play the backing track for you if you wanted to focus on singing with the girls… if you wanted.” It was his turn to turn red as he walked, stammering. He truly didn’t intend on offering this to you, he just let it slip out like word vomit. “I don’t have anything to do after school on Friday’s since Ji-ah usually leaves for her family, so I mean if you guys wanted I could help out.”

He was babbling and probably repeating himself now. Oh god, can you please shut him up.

“Oh..” your eyes are wide as you stare at him. “I mean, I can check with the girls… but are you sure? You really don’t have to if you don’t want to.” Jihoon feels it. Your nerves begin to swirl in the pit of your stomach, the doubt and worry running through you as you question everything.

“It’s fine.” He insists. “Really, I love playing the piano anyway so this is just like a holiday for me. Honest.”

“Then, yeah.. sure.” You nod slowly as your walking slows as you reach the block before your house. “I’ll ask the girls and see. Thank you.”

“Sure.” He hums, hands stuffed deep in his pockets.

“And… uh… before you leave.” You pause at your front gate. Jihoon stops and turns to face you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. “Soonie told me to ask you… usually this time of year leading up to Cheol’s birthday, we usually go on a big camping trip. This year we’re going to Busan and Jeonghan has told us to invite anyone who we think would want to go.”

You’re kicking at the invisible dust on the ground. “Soonie knew I was meeting up with you for the project so he told me to ask if you and Ji-ah want to come. It’s in a couple of weeks from now so you don’t have to decide yet, but the offer is there.”

“Oh, that sounds fun.” He nods slowly. “I’m from Busan, so that’d be nice.”

“And you guys wouldn’t have to worry about getting a ride there!” You insist quickly. “Jeonghan is hiring a bus so you guys can just tag along- wait, what did you say?”

“It’d be fun..?” Jihoon repeats himself before you let his words process through your brain. You blink and nod your head quickly.

“Oh, okay. Good.” You step inside the gate. “I’ll get Soonie to text you the details?”

“Sounds good, thanks.” Your soulmate nods again, a ghost of a smile on his face.

“Thanks for walking me home, Jihoon-ssi. Have a good night.” You bowed your head before turning around, rushing to the front door of your home.

“Goodnight.” Jihoon mumbles, the door already closed behind you. Once he knows you’re not going to go out again, he turns around and continues his walk home.

“Ladybug? Is that you?” You hear Jeonghan’s voice coming from the kitchen.

“Yeah. It’s just me, Oppa.” You call back, stepping into the room and giving him a quick hug.

“It’s late. Did you walk home on your own?” Seungcheol steps into the room at the sound of your voice, hand on his hip.

“No, I had to study with Jihoon-ssi, remember?” You lean against the counter with a little smile. “He walked me home, it’s on his way.”

“Oh, how chivalrous of him.” He cooed playfully, making you roll your eyes.

“Oh please.” You wave your hand. “He probably only did it because you would’ve murdered him if he didn’t walk me home, or had someone organized to get me.”

“This is true.” Your brother smirks, reaching out and ruffling your hair. You have a small smile on your face that doesn’t go unnoticed by Jeonghan, who watched you with a raised brow.

“Hannie-Oppa,” you turn to said man. “Jihoon and Ji-ah are confirmed to be coming to Busan too, Soonie invited them.”

“Ji-ah?” Cheol asks, tilting his head.

“His girlfriend.” You mutter, Jeonghan’s eyebrows raising so high up that he’s surprised they haven’t touched the ceiling.

Girlfriend. Interesting.

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Sus' 40 to 40 Countdown: 15 Days

I don't know why, but it feels like a big deal to have gotten this far in this silly countdown idea I had with my fics. Thank you to the anon who gave me the ideas for the themed recs and those of you who were supportive of me being out here and stupidly self indulgent leading up to my big 40 birthday lol I hope you aren't regretting it now hahaha! Today's rec is actually dedicated to that lovely anon because the theme is...

Fics That Inspired My Favorite Interactions with Readers

That's Not My Name - Harry/Louis (meet cute, uni, coffee shop)

The one where the cute boy coming into the coffee shop gives Louis a different name every time…for over a month.

(I'm Dreaming of a) One Night Inn - Harry/Louis (advent fic, Holiday Inn AU, famous/non-famous, hurt/comfort, Christmas and other holidays)

When everything Louis had planned for his life falls through, and on his birthday no less, he's left with no other option but to regroup and start over again. The road of life isn't always straight and it certainly isn't always easy, but sometimes it's those twists and turns that find you your closest friends and—if you're really lucky—the love of your life.

Louis just happens to be very lucky.

A Holiday Inn AU.

Need So Much Of You - Harry/Louis (fake relationship, would have been canon compliant thanks covid, famous/famous, friends to lovers, coming out)

The would-have-been canon compliant, fake relationship, friends with benefits, friends to lovers fic where Louis wonders if this thing going on with Harry is going to break him or change everything for the better.

Caught In Your Gravity - Harry/Louis (footballer Louis, coach Harry, friends to lovers, secret relationship, lots of footie, humor, banter)

An AU inspired by a 30 second trailer of Ted Lasso that doesn't actually have much in common with the show at all.

I Just Wanna Give You Love - Harry/Louis (famous/non-famous, soulmates)

The one where the world is in black and white until you meet your soulmate, but Harry is world famous and Louis is…well…not.

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Based on this post.

I stopped what I was doing to write this, and it’s not proofread or well done, but I thought it would be fun! So I wrote it.

AKA: the soulmate goose AU

The goose appears at the ranch, long necked and waiting patiently in the box for the riders to stop for the day.

They all laugh and joke, wondering who the goose is for. It makes no move toward any of them, simply cocks its head and looks between them all.

“HONK.”

Bez startles on his bike and Pecco punches him in the arm good-naturedly.

“Surely it’s for you, no? With your hopeless romantic life.”

Bez shakes his head but keeps a wary eye on the goose as they all begin the process of storing the bikes and stripping out of their dirty gear.

They all linger around the track until the sunlight starts to fade, perhaps subconsciously not wanting to see who the goose follows. The goose makes the first move, though, waddling out from under the roof of the box and taking a short flight to the waiting cars.

It lands solidly on Vale’s car, setting the car alarm off.

The first 24 hours with the Goose are fine. It flies above Vale’s car on his short drive down the street from the ranch to his home, and it waddles behind him as he parks his car and walks into his home. It sits politely outside the bathroom while he showers, and when he dries off and tugs on a pair of boxers to sleep in, the Goose makes a nest in the corner of his room with a throw blanket and an extra pillow.

The problems with the Goose begin the next morning. Vale had heard that soulmate geese take the personality of the unlucky soul they are supposed to be guiding, but he had assumed that wouldn’t be an issue.

His Goose is a pain in the ass. It squawks at him when he tries to make his coffee, just to startle him. It steals bites of his breakfast off of his plate and snaps at his ankles.

It has fucking teeth.

Vale isn’t sure if he can bring the Goose on the plane, but he can’t miss the race weekend, so he embarrassedly asks Ucchio to make sure it’s okay. He has no desire to have the Goose follow him during the race weekend, but he has read enough stories to know that trying to impede or thwart the Goose isn’t a good idea (especially with a goose as obnoxious as his).

As if sensing his thought, the Goose waddles down the private jet aisle and bites his ankle.

“Fuck!” Vale swears.

Ucchio snorts next to him, and Vale turns to glare at him. Before he can say anything, the Goose turns and snaps at his fingers where they’re resting on his armrest, chomping Uccio’s thick fingers in his tiny, sharp goose teeth.

Vale and the Goose share a satisfied look.

The Goose is an even bigger menace in the paddock. It bites a woman on the ass, to Vale’s horror, and he gets stuck signing a helmet for her in exchange for her not suing him or trying to kill his goose.

It steals a Sky sports microphone and flies above the paddock just to drop it and shatter it on the pavement. It snatches food directly from Quartararo’s hand, and Vale actually feels a pang of guilt at his sad face.

Vale draws the line when it attempts to drag Luca away from the Honda garage by his pant leg, and he has to carry a screaming, squawking Goose away to one of the VR46 motorhomes. Once inside, he sets the Goose down just long enough to tend to the bleeding wounds it has caused, and he watches with suspicion as the Goose stares at a television in the corner.

On the television is a clip of Alex Marquez in his Gresini leathers, giving an interview about qualifying ahead of the race.

The Goose is suspiciously silent, and Vale has a moment of terror at the idea that his soulmate could be Alex Marquez.

“No,” he informs the Goose. “Absolutely not.”

Vale is sure that if the Goose could growl at him it would.

When he finally leaves the motorhome, trusting that the Goose has calmed down, it follows him quietly in the direction of the VR46 garage. Vale lets his mind focus on the boys, and how Diggia and Bez have been getting along.

He makes the mistake of momentarily forgetting the Goose.

“HONK. HONK, HONK, HONK!”

The Goose spreads its wings and comes suddenly after Vale, who abandons his dignity in favor of running away from his murderous Goose. He wonders for a moment if this is actually a soulmate goose or if it is instead some sort of secret-agent goose trained to assassinate him.

He looks over his shoulder as it honks and squawks and flaps its wings, nearly reaching his ankles, and he ducks around a corner only to slam full-force into Marc Marquez.

He knocks the smaller man off balance, and they fall against the wall behind him. Marc lets out a small ‘oof,’ then seems to see who has slammed into him.

Vale watches as Marc’s eyes widen. His hands are on Vale’s sides, having grabbed him to try and steady him, and Vale’s arms bracket his shoulders.

They share a few breaths before it occurs to Vale that the Goose hasn’t yet scratched his face off. He turns, and the Goose is sitting at their feet.

It’s the most polite he’s seen the Goose since their first meeting, and he looks between the Goose and Marc.

“You’re serious?” he asks the Goose.

“Honk,” the Goose replies politely.

“Wait, is it-” Marc starts.

“Honk!” the Goose responds again, waddling over to bump its head gently against Marc’s leg.

Vale watches in shock as the Goose delivers one more swift bite to his ankle and then disappears with a ‘poof’ and a flash of feathers.

He and Marc stare at the now goose-less spot in silence, still pressed close.

“Was that a-”

“I can’t believe it-”

They both begin at the same time.

They both stop at the same time, turning to look at one another.

“That was a soulmate goose,” Marc observes.

“That was the meanest fucking goose I’ve ever met,” Vale explains. “I don’t mean to be rude, but I’d like to kiss you before it comes back to peck my eyes out.”

Marc narrows his eyes.

“I’m not kissing you just so you can avoid a goose, Valentino.”

Valentino winces.

“I’m sorry. It’s been a long time since we’ve spoken. My brain is still scrambled by the Goose. Can I start over?”

Marc takes a deep breath.

“Please.”

“You look amazing in your Gresini leathers,” Vale starts, finding he means it once he starts speaking. “I am happy to see you back on a bike and ready to win, even though the thought of you winning more championships than me makes me want to disappear into the ocean forever,” he explains.

Marc opens his mouth to argue but Vale shakes his head.

“I am old, and so lonely that I got a Goose. A very, very mean Goose. That has maybe opened my eyes to some things. We can work on the things that have happened in the past. For now, I’ll watch you race.”

Marc’s eyes light up, and it melts something in Vale.

“Okay,” Marc says brightly. “You can watch me win. And you can have one kiss, but only if you promise it’s good luck.”

Vale bends his head, pressing his lips to Marc’s, and sends a silent thank-you to the homicidal Goose.

[al3zthecat-blog]

I've seen takes about Shang Quinghua pressing the Return Home button (either on purpose or by accident) and I've also read takes where the System for some reason (a glitch or a new mission) sends both SY and SQH to the modern world. And they are great BUT.....

What if SQH pressed the Return Home option (I'm thinking on purpose, but you do you) and the System sent both back home.

Let's say that the System didn't give SY that option because he isn't user number 1 and it was up to user number 1 to make this choice. Only, because the System is such an asshole it conveniently disregarded to tell either SY or SQH this.

So SQH not knowing his choice would also affect SY (otherwise he would definitely use this to get SQQ to do as he says, like getting LBH to give him the best food 😂) decides that he will take his chances on the real world. I'm thinking that he does this in part because the System actually answered when he would wake up and told him that in the real world no time has happened or that he would go back before he spilled his ramen and electrocuted himself. The other part could be that he just panicked upon seeing LGY. Or maybe he never saw LGY and was able to explore and sightsee some of the wonders of the world he wrote about and decided that this was as good as it would get here, whereas now that he lived in a cultivation setting he had so much fucking material. He could even write the danmei version of PIDW thanks to Cucumber bro!

So he activates the return home function and proceeds to write SVSSS, only he changes the name of Peerless Cucumber to another dick joke to avoid getting sued, you know, just in case.

For his part SQQ/SY hears the System saying "Activating Return Home sequence in 3, 2, 1" and he proceeds to freak out, except of course he doesn't have time to properly freak out and/or say anything before everything goes black.

SY wakes up in the hospital, his sister found him passed out and proceed to call 110/120*. Because this is SY and he no longer can hear the System he proceeds to go in denial/repression. "Ah... It was all a dream of course" (and to be fair, this would be more of a normal reaction than how he immediately accepted he had transmigrated 😂).

Until some weeks/months/days!? (Knowing Airplane it was probably days) later, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky starts publishing an spin off/AU of PIDW named SVSSS.

Meanwhile back on SVSSS world either (and because I love SJ and he deserves a happy ending and because YQY also deserves a happy ending and I want these two to reconcile 😭 and what are fanfics for if not to write happy endings for everyone!?!):

SQQ'S body goes into a Qi deviation and SJ wakes up (resuscitates? I'm thinking the System grabbed his soul while he was deviating and put it into storage so SY's soul could occupy the body). Obviously SJ proceeds to FREAK OUT and runs away to CQM sect.

SQQ'S body just stops working. One moment he is breathing and the next he is dead. Somewhere out there SJ wakes up in a plant body (at some point SQH tried to bring back his favorite scum villain and gifted YQY a mushroom plant body with some precise instructions to care for it without telling YQY exactly what the plant was, because he believed if someone could bring back SJ it would be his soulmate YQY, but in case he was wrong better not tell YQY why or what the plant he gifted him was for)

SQQ'S body basically becomes brain dead. Technically alive, but since there is no soul inside the body it is as good as dead (SJ comes back with a healthy plant body and reconciles with YQY in CQM)

In any of these scenarios LBH will freak out, obviously, but in the case of scenario 1 he would have no reason but to think that this like the first time SQQ lost his memories, only now he recuperated many of them and lost the ones that involve LBH. So I guess the best option for a BingYuan reunion would be to go for 2 or 3 because LBH would be looking for SQQ|SY soul not SQQ|SJ (who is alive and safe in CQM sect) but I don't really care for this pairing soooo 🤷🏻‍♀️

Upon crawling out of the earth, SJ encounters YQY who immediately knows that this is Xiao Jiu, he would have the confirmation of what he already knew, that the other SQQ was not SJ. He still has no explanation to what happened or how SQH was able to return SJ to him, but he is glad and thankful to SQH.

SQH who has disappeared. Literally, his body did a Thanos snap and became dust or simply glitched out. Because SQH was never from this world. He was born in this world and given the role of SQH but his body is technically not the one of the original but supplanted it. Similar to a changeling only it was the System and he did this from the womb.

I don't know how it would go from here, kind of a dealers choice, if you want Moshang and BingYuan(?) HEA or if CumPlane HEA in the modern world. Or happy ending for Airplane who now can dedicate time to write whatever he wants because he already has SVSSS written thanks to the System and while that sells he can concentrate in writing other things.