#i know i usually do this kinda thing for bdays but seeing how two of 'em already passed i figured i do it anyways. i love how

[chidoroki]

One panel of Suo, Sakura & Nirei from every chapter covering season one (ch1-ch41).

[yujinnieswifeu]

Surprise!

pairings: shy!fem reader x birthday girl!Wonyoung

warnings: smut, use of toys, strap-on sex, strap-on is referred to as cock, Y/n calls Wony mommy, Wony calling Y/n her bunny🐰

a/n: you guys better be grateful i’m uploading 2 posts in one day🤩, since it’s Wony’s bday, that’s why i decided to write another on y/n celebrating our queen’s bday😚😚, kinda got carried w this write btw

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“Bye Wonyoung ah~” Gaeyl says, waving to Wonyong as they part ways, her other members says bye to her as well, before each of them part ways. They finally were back in Korea, and just nice it was Wonyoung’s birthday in just an hour or two, that will be when she will be able to see Y/n. The thought of her girlfriend makes her smile, feeling excited to see her after so long of being on tour with her fellow members.

。。。

It was just past midnight when Wonyoung reached to the shared apartment. At the sound of keys jangling, you quickly stood up from where you were, taking the cake in hand before heading to your shared bedroom. Your heart was racing when you hear the door open, Wonyoung’s voice filling the apartment, the sound muffled as you were walls apart. “Y/n? I’m home!” She says, pouting when she notices you were not in the living room. She had sent you a text as well, but you did not reply. Wonyoung was starting to get worried, and sad at the same time since she would usually receive a text from you.

She sighs instead, dropping her things off at the corridor as she closes the door, locking it before making her way to the bedroom, maybe you were still out. “Happy Birthday my love!” You shouted, startling her when she walks into the bedroom. Immediately, tears prick at her eyes, and you immediately put the cake down, going to hug her. “I-i thought something happened to you!” She whines in your arms, your hands were around her waist as you pull her impossibly closer to you, your heart was breaking as she cried in your arms, she sniffles, pulling away instead as you wipe off her tears that was falling on her cheeks. “My silly girl, nothing will happen to me, i’m more worried about you.” You shake your head, now thinking back on the days you would come home alone, wondering what Wonyoung is doing now that she was oversees on tour.

“Did you miss me?” She pouts, and you couldn’t help but smile. “I missed you of course, i missed you so so much.” You held her gaze, inching closer as you peck a kiss to her lips. Gosh have you missed those lips, you wanted to make out with her, to show her just how much you have missed her but that would have to wait since the candle was melting. “Make a wish first hm?” You pull yourself apart from her, hearing her whining a little at the loss of contact as you take the cake up instead, bringing it near her face. You watch as she makes a wish, her eyes closed as she has her hands together. After a while, she opens her eyes, and you blink your eyes, suddenly feeling shy as she catches you staring at her, a small smirk appearing on her face. “Like what you see?” She teases, and you roll your eyes, biting your lips to suppress a smile forming on your face.

“Just cause it’s your birthday, i’ll admit to that.” She giggles at your response, going to blow at the candles. The room was dim now that the candles were out, and she went to turn the lights on. “You really surprised me you know?” Wonyoung says, following you as you two entered the living room to place the cake on the table. “That was my plan, i’m glad it worked.” You smiled, feeling happy that your plan worked and she smacks your arm a little. You faked a pain look, watching how she rolls her eyes. “Don’t ever do that again if i’m on tour.” She warns, and you chuckle, your hands reaching out to hug her again, peppering small kisses along her neck. “Yes ma’am.” You mutter against her skin, your head rests against her shoulder, looking up at her with hooded eyes.

There was a sudden change in atmosphere when you stared into her eyes, unable to deny the sexual tension between you two. “I missed you..i really did.” You confess, your hands finding hers as you played with them. She was silent, finally sitting down as she pulls you onto her. You straddle her hips, and crash your lips onto hers. She moans into the kiss, her hands sliding up and down your back, you whimper softly, grinding your front against her, she could feel how you had nothing underneath, your hard nipples pressing against her, the layer of cloth just separating your bare bodies.

“Fuck, i missed this.” It comes out breathless, her lips nipping at your jaw down your neck as you arch your head back, giving her more access to litter your neck with marks and kisses. You couldn’t help but let out a throaty moan, grabbing her hand in yours as you place them over your chests, letting her feel how much she has aroused you. “Fuck.” She groans, cupping your breasts, the fabric separating her from your skin, a whimper escaping your lips.

“W-wait..” you pull away and she pouts, her hands now resting at the side of your hips. “What’s wrong?” “I…i- this didn’t go as planned.” Now, it was your turn to pout, you watch as she raises a brow, her head tilted slightly. “You mean..you have more things for me?” She asks and you nod your head shyly. She smiles, resting her back against the sofa, suddenly feeling how tired she actually was, but for tonight, she didn’t want to give in to that. “Show me.” Her words makes your heart race, suddenly contemplating if you should show her what you have gotten for her, deciding to stand up and take the gift that you have prepared after much thought.

“O-open it.” Your cheeks were red at this point, she teases you, poking at your cheek and you whine. “Don’t t-tease me!” She goes to peck your cheek, before opening the present in her lap. When she did, she could not help but bite her bottom lip, she looks to you, and back at the gift, and it was her turn to turn red on the cheeks. “Baby…” she rasps out, her voice sultry and low, and you gulped, feeling the area between your legs pool. “Y-yes?” You stutter, now struggling to look her in the eye as you squirm on the sofa next to her. “Where did you get this hm?” She sounded like a mom chiding her kid, but why did it turn you on? You knew you needed to focus on the task at hand, but how could you when she sounded like she wanted to eat you up already. “Look at me.” You bit your bottom lip, timid eyes looking to her and she grabs the items in her hands. “Bunny ears? And this..a butt plug shaped as a bunny tail?” You nod your head, still staying silent as your cheeks turn even redder. You should have planned something else in case this didn’t work out, why did you only think about that now?

“I..i..uhm wanted you to wear them..a-and let me top for once.” You were fidgeting your hands now, her eyes look to them and back up at you, realising how nervous you were. “My shy baby wants to top me?” She smiles comfortingly, hoping to ease your nerves which it did. You nod your head, a pleading look in your eyes. “That’s cute hm, but you know where that leads to right?” You pout, thighs clenching together instead as you rub them together, trying to ease the feeling between your legs. “B-but i want to make mommy feel good, it’s her birthday a-and i just want to pleasure mommy the way she always pleasures me.” You whine, your head down as you look like a sad puppy that did not get their treats. “You know what will make mommy happy?” Oh, not this again. “If you were to wear these and ride mommy’s cock, that will make mommy happy.” Her dirty words were working on you, your breathing coming out as short breaths as she nears you, placing the bunny headband over your head, you could feel your cheeks turning hotter now, heart racing.

“Undress yourself for me bunny.” You could feel your wetness pooling between your legs at the nickname, getting up obediently to remove your shirt over your head, and your shorts along with your panties, suddenly feeling vulnerable as she checks you up and down. “So pretty like this..come here bun.” She pats her lap, and you shyly place yourself over her lap, straddling her hips. She places the end of the butt plug to your face, and you got the hint, lips parting as you wet the metal that would soon be placed in your ass. “That’s my good bunny.” She licks her lips, watching as you bop your head over the metal. “That’s enough bun.” You whine, pulling away from the toy as she drags it back between your asscheeks. You moan softly at the contact, feeling her tease the toy between your asscheeks instead and you try to grind yourself over the toy, moaning as it bumps at your clit. “Naughty bunny, don’t move.” She chides, hearing you whimper as your head nestles against her neck instead.

She finally drags it to your hole, her fingers going down to rub it in circles, hearing you gasp and moan softly when she puts one finger inside of your ass, stretching you out first. “So tight..” she mutters raspily, slowly adding another finger inside to stretch you out for the toy. “M-mommy..” “i know baby..just a bit more okay?” Her comforting words makes you whimper instead, your breath fanning against her neck. When she thinks you are ready, she slowly inserts the butt plug, you whimper at the stretch, hands fisting at her clothes as she encourages you, her other hand in your hair as she comforts you.

“There we go.” She says, you pull yourself away from her neck, pouting cutely at her making her giggle. “You wont be giving me that look soon.” She teases, grabbing your hand as she places it on her crotch. You gasp, feeling something hard there, and you could feel your walls clenching over nothing as you palm her there. You watch how her eyes turn darker with lust, a moan leaving past her lips as you work her up, the back of the toy brushing deliciously against her own clit as you palm her. “Mommy please, can you take off your clothes too?” You whine, hearing her let out a contented sigh. “Help mommy take them off bun.” You quickly and clumsily take off her clothes, her hands teasing up your stomach as she cups your breasts in the process, you moan softly, trying not to get distracted as you slid her top over her head. Your hand goes down to feel her over her sweatpants, hearing her breathy moans as you undo the strings, bringing them down her legs.

The panties over the toy had a darker spot, and you feel yourself salivating at the sight. “Like what you see bunny?” She teases again, her hand goes to remove her panties, the toy springing up as you straddle over her thighs, impatiently grinding yourself over the toy. “You’re so wet for me…you want me inside don’t you?” Her hand wraps around the base of the cock, guiding your slick over the toy as you nod your head desperately. “P-please mommy, want you inside.” You babble, and she pushes the tip slowly past your entrance, making you gasp at the stretch.

“So tight..” she groans, you start to move yourself up and down, riding her cock, she feels the back of the toy bumping against her own clit as she moans. “T-that’s it, faster baby.” Her hand slides to your breasts, cupping them again as she nibbles at your neck. You were a moaning mess, the feeling of the toy in your ass and her cock inside of you made you feel so full, your moans getting louder as you feel the toy hitting your sweet spot. Wonyoung latches her lips over one of your nipple, one of her hand goes to play with the other as her other free hand goes over your asscheek. She lands a smack on the skin there, feeling your body jerking, eyes rolling at the sensation as it passes through your body, a cry escapes your lips.

“M-mommy can i cum please?” You were getting desperate, and so was Wonyoung as the toy brushes against her clit each time you go back down on the toy. “A-a little more bunny.” You press your body against hers, your nipples brushing against each other, it makes Wonyoung nearer the edge, her hand goes to rub at your clit as the other lands another smack on your asscheek. You pull away, letting out another cry, unable to hold it in. “N-need to cum please mommy..!” “C-cum with me bun..!” She says breathlessly, your hand lost in her hair as you press your lips on hers, silencing both your moans as you cum all over her cock, she comes soon after, her legs shaking from the stimulation.

You rest your forehead against hers, your breaths mingling as one as her hands lay at your hips comfortingly. “That was so good.” She almost groans, you go to undo her strap, going down on your knees as you lick her clean. She moans, brushing your headband as she makes you eat her out instead. “N-ngh bunny…” You moan against her, hands sliding up to play at her nipples. She gasps softly, eyes rolling back at the added pleasure.

“O-oh..don’t stop please..” one of her free hand goes to the back of your head, pushing you impossibly closer to her drenched core, you suck at her clit, your tongue goes to her entrance instead as you push past her walls. She whimpers at the feeling of your tongue inside of her, your nose bumping her clit as she moves her hips. “Y-yes yes oh..i-i’m going to cum!” She squeals, her juices coats your face as she cums all over you.

You clean her up lazily, going back up to straddle her as her hands instinctively wraps around your waist to bring your body flush against hers. “This is the best birthday gift.” She says, her nose brushing against your neck, inhaling your scent. “I have another gift for you Wony.” You giggle at the feeling of her nose tickling at your neck, and you could feel her smile against your skin. “Similar to this?” She teases and you roll your eyes playfully, your chin resting on the top of her head. “It’s a real gift this time.” She laughs at your words, humming and kissing your neck before making you look at her. “I love you baby, thank you for this.” “I love you too Wony.”

[imfinereallyy]

Dinner Date

For STWG daily drabble and, more importantly, for Goldie @steventhusiast. Happy Birthday, you deserve the world. I know you’re asleep right now, but it’s technically still your bday here. 

“Dingus, this is a really fancy restaurant.” Robin leans back in her chair, but her hand plays with the fork on her napkin. 

Steve sips his wine; some of it tips over the edge onto the tablecloth. “What? Can’t a guy take his best friend out to a fancy dinner?” He tilts his head and takes in his best friend. What was once an awkward teen now had a beautiful, but still awkward, woman in her place. 

“Steve, I love our friend dates, but usually they take place in a greasy diner or dollar pizza.” Robin picks the fork up and starts twirling it into her napkin. Steve watches her get mesmerized by the wrinkles that wrapped around the silverware, even though they both know the napkin should be in her lap by now. 

Steve smiles softly, moves his napkin from his lap to the table, and begins to mimic Robin. “Okay, maybe I wanted it to be a special occasion.”

Robin giggles at Steve's poor fork-twirling form and leans over the table to fix it for him. “All occasions are special when we are together, so that doesn’t really mean much.” Robin’s nose scrunches in concentration as she gently guides Steve’s hand. She has done this plenty of times before, guiding Steve where he needed to be. Like taking him to the bookstore near her college so he wouldn’t have to go into sex with Eddie blind, or when she taught him how to whisk eggs properly. Both are equally important skills he now uses in his everyday life. “But you seemed nervous. You keep sipping your wine, and I know for a fact that you hate dry wine.”

Steve puts down the glass that was halfway to his mouth, “It’s not my fault Moscato tastes like candy!”

Robin snorts, “Seriously, Dingus. It’s just me. What’s up?”

Steve puts down the fork and his glass and looks Robin in the eye. “I wanted to ask you to be my best man.”

Steve expects a lot of reactions out of her: excitement, an eye roll, hell, even straight-up rejection. Maybe a little speech about how weddings for them aren’t even legal. Instead, a look of betrayal crosses her face. “You asked Eddie to marry you, and you didn’t even tell me you were proposing?”

Immediately, Steve clenches his stomach in outrageous laughter, nearly having to bend over the table. Steve tries to take Robin seriously; he really does. But she is supposed to be the smart one out of the two of them. 

Rage takes over Robin completely as she reaches over the table to start slapping Steve’s arm. “Don’t laugh, you asshat! I am actually mad at you!”

“Ow—” Steve laughs. “Ow, Robin!” Another giggle escapes him as he gets her to sit back in her chair. “I’m laughing because, of course, I didn’t propose to Eddie without talking to you first.”

Robin settles a bit at this, “I’m confused.”

Steve reaches for her hand across the table; Robin doesn’t hesitate to wrap her fingers around his. “I’m asking you to be my Best Man first, doofus. Before I even pick out the damn ring. Which I definitely need you to steal one of Eddie’s rings for me so I can get the size; man watches those things like a hawk.” 

Robin squeezes his hand, “Wait, why would you ask me that first? Isn’t that kind of backwards.”

“I do everything kind of backwards, babe. Kinda the Steve Harrington special.” Steve rubs a thumb against the back of soulmate's hand. “Of course, I ask you about being my best man first. There would be no wedding without you, so if you say no, there would be no proposing.”

Steve could see tears beginning to fill Robin’s eyes, “What are you saying?”

“Whoever gets stuck with me gets stuck with you. We’re a package deal, babe.” 

Robin throws herself across the table, knocking the wine everywhere. Steve laughs and clenches her tightly. “Of course, I’ll be your best man! Someone’s gotta make sure you don’t hurt yourself going down the aisle.” She sobs.

Steve’s throat gets thick, “Pretty sure that’s the father's job, Robs. And you’d have to fight Jim for that role.”

“Fine.” Robin sniffs, leaning back to look him in the eye. “But I get stand by your side as you make a complete fool of yourself with your vows.” 

“Deal.”

Robin leans forward, placing her forehead against Steve’s. “You and me against the world, babe.”

Steve hugs her tight, “You and me against the world.”

[temporarywelcome]

Devil's Night, 1946 - James Patrick March

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: Many years have passed since you and March have split up, meeting again in the Hotel Cortez when you need him to do a simple task he's been procrastinating on for years... distractions happen

CW: smut, porn with WAY too much plot, fingering, angry sex, p in v, possessive!james, dom!james (kinda), sub!reader (kinda), a slap to the cooter

A/N: they're both vampires it's mentioned like twice it really doesn't matter lmao. Pretend women have some more rights in 1946. I WAS SUPPOSED TO POST THIS ON HIS BDAY BUT ALAS... life.

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The Hotel Cortez hasn’t changed in the slightest since the last time she saw it.

It still was bustling with guests and patrons, with loud chatter at the bar and silent gossiping in the sitting area. There was a couple seated in one of the love seats, holding hands, whispering sweet nothings into each other’s ears.

The sight made Y/N grimace. 

It reminded her of how things used to be. How things were between Y/N and James Patrick March, the owner of the establishment. They were practically glued at the hip, her painted black nails always gazing his skin, his hand always firmly on her lower back. Always together. In love.

That was long in the past. 

Striding towards the front desk, Y/N eyed the little receptionist up and down, “Hello, is Mr. March in tonight?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the receptionist, her name tag reading Laura, replied. “He’s currently in a meeting in his office. How may I help you?”

“I wish to see him. Now,” 

Laura raised a brow, awkwardly clearing her throat, “He’s in his meeting, ma’am, he might take some time. If you’re in a rush, you can write him a message?”

Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance, lips curling into a sneer, “Tell him to wrap it up. His wife would like to speak to him,”

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Within minutes, Laura was ushering her into the office of James Patrick March. 

Like Y/N expected, as soon as James was aware of her presence, he had kicked everyone out of his office, eager to see her. He was seated at his desk, a cigar between two long fingers, wearing his usual white button down, black suspenders, dress pants, and shoes combo. To accompany it was his carefully gelled hair. Y/N remembered doing it for him every morning, a little bonding experience the two of you used to have. 

“It’s been a long time, my dear,” he finally said after a moment, his usual James March smirk appearing on his annoyingly handsome face, “I was beginning to miss you,”

“Hello, James,” Y/N replied, making no move to step closer to him, “It has been a very long time,”

“You haven’t aged a bit since the last time I saw you, dearest,” he complimented, rising up from his seat, “Just as ravishing as ever,”

“How can I age, James? You took that from me,” Y/N laughed bitterly. She adjusted her large black fur coat, eyeing the room. It was practically the same as before, “It’s been twenty years, James. Possibly time to renovate,”

“You’ve always been so kind, darling,” he strode towards her, taking her hand, “Now how may I assist you?” he brought her hand to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to her knuckles. 

“Take a guess,” she snatched her hand back, slipping a hand into her designer purse and pulling out a neatly piled stack of papers. She walked to his desk, and being, well, a man, James’ eyes travelled to her ass, admiring the way her tight black dess esentuated her curves. He was snapped out of his thoughts when she slammed the papers down ont the desk. “Sign the papers,”

“Excuse me?” 

She looked at him over her shoulder, “Sign the damn papers,”

“What papers? I believe I don’t know what you speak of, my love,” he placed his finished cigar in an ash tray.

“Cut the act, James,” Y/N hissed, taking a pen from his desk. She turned to face him, holding it up, “It’s been twenty years. What’s the point of doing this any more?”

“Doing what?”

“James,” she clenched her fists, “It’s been twenty years! I want a fucking divorce!”

A laugh left him, a dark chuckle, “That’s what this is about? The silly divorce? And for a second I thought you missed me,” he opened up a cabinet and grabbed a bottle of scotch and two glasses, “You came to me on this day just to harrass me? On such a special day?”

“Special day?” she scoffed, “What’s so special about it?”

“Oh, my dear,” he brought an arm around her, leaning in,” It’s Devil’s Night,” he whispered into her ear, breath tickling her skin. 

“Ugh,” she rolled her eyes, “I remember. However, I don’t give a damn. Just sign the papers and I’ll be out of your hair,” 

“But I don’t want you to go,”

“But I want to go,” she shot back.

James shook his head, taking a drag of his cigar, “You really want to end a twenty year marriage like this?”

Y/N barked out a laugh, “We were only together for a month of it,”

“Yes, till you left me,” he snapped, sudden venom in his tone, “You didn’t even say goodbye. Didn’t leave even a note. Just some blasted divorce papers.”

“So you did get them?” she mused, digging into her bag and plucking out a cigarette, bringing it to her lips.  Despite his anger, James still immediately brought his lighter to her cigarette, like he always did when they were together. She glared at him, dropping her lighter back into her purse and taking a puff, “From that letter you sent fifteen years ago, I was quite confused.”

“Ah, what did I write in that letter again?” 

“Hm,” she pretended to think, “First, I had wrote you telling you to sign the damn papers. You then wrote back saying you never got any papers. You said I would just have to meet with you to sort this out.”

“And you never did,” he pointed out the obvious, politely holding out a glass of scotch for her, which she dd not take, “So why now? Why not continue on with how things have been?” 

“Because I don’t want to!”

“Well why?” he pressed, stepping forward, “What’s so different now than fifteen years ago? Ten years ago? One year ago? What’s so different? What is so-?”

“I’m engaged!” 

There went the scotch.

It fell from his grasp immediately, the glass shattering onto the floor like little puzzle pieces, “...Excuse me?”

Y/N groaned, holding up her left hand, revealing an golden engagment ring with a modest diamond, “I’m engaged,”

James gripped her wrist, examining the ring closely, “How pathetic! You don’t even like gold, you love silver. And this diamond! It’s practically microscopic! How could you settle for a man that not only can’t tell your taste but is poor?”

She rolled her eyes, “How materialistic, James,”

“It’s true! It doesn’t even compare to to the ring I proposed to you with,” To Y/N’s surprise, James yanked up his necklace, revealing the charm that was neatly tucked under his dress shirt. Two rings, one silver with a dark trim and a comically large ruby in the middle, a diamond on either side. The other ring was more modest, still silver, with small diamonds embedded into it. Her engagement and wedding ring. 

“You… you kept the rings?”

“Of course I kept the damn rings!” he scoffed, raising his left hand now. He was still wearing his wedding ring. “Of course I kept the only remembrance I had of the wife who left me!” 

“You turned me into a damn vampire!” she shot back, shoving him angrily, “Did you expect me to be happy with you?” 

“I wanted us to spend eternity together-”

“I didn’t even know you were a vampire!” she shot back, “And you just turned me without even asking me! F-Forcing me to drink your blood, I thought it was some devilish ritual!”

“It was practically a ritual to declare our love!” 

Y/N rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I felt so loved then. I was terrified! I didn’t know what you were going to do! You… You could have been planning some sacrifice or God knows what, I-”

His lips were then on hers, his body pushing hers against the desk. She gasped, feeling the sharp sting of the hard wood hitting her back. His hands went firmly on her hips, blunt nails digging into her flesh as he kissed her hungrily, her burgundy lipstick smearing all over both of their lips. 

She should have pushed him away. She really should have. Should have pushed him away and just fucking kill him to end this nonsense once and for all, but she couldn’t. Instead, her arms wrapped around his neck, kissing him back just as feverishly. 

“You made me wait twenty years for you,” he growled, lips leaving hers to find her jaw, then her neck, kissing and sucking on the skin with need. “Twenty years without you,”

“N-Not like you missed me,” she panted, fingers playing with the hairs at the nape of his neck. 

“How could you say such a thing? I have been patiently waiting. Have you ever seen any reports of the famous James March with a new mistress?” He tugged up her ebony dress till it was at her waist, pushing her onto the desk. He plucked the cigarette out of her shaking hand and discarded it into the ashtray. 

“Well, no-”

“Because there has not been any.” He said firmly, beginning to rub her through her lace panties. She whined out, grip on his hair tightening. “I have not touched a single other woman in twenty years while you've gone around whoring it up with all these other men who mean nothing compared to me,”

James took it upon himself to relieve her of her undergarments, his large fingers rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles, “Well? Who is he? Tell me about this bastard,”

“His n-name is William,” she choked out, hands going to his shoulders to ground herself, “He loves me very much,”

“Yeah? What does this William do for a living?” one of those long fingers slid through her wet folds and into her awaiting heat.

She bit her bottom lip, not just to stiffle her moans but to prolong her answer. “Um…”

“What does he do for a living?” James repeated, pushing in a second finger and curling them inside of her.

“Ahh! He's… A hotel owner…” She trailed off.

He stopped his movements, looking at her with wide eyes, “He's a what?”

“Hotel owner,”

His eyes darkened, “So my replacement is just some cheap copy?” he hissed, utterly offended, “For that you might of well have just stayed with me!” His fingers left her cunt, causing her to whine with need. “Shut up,” Next thing she knew, a large hand was delivering a harsh slap to her sex. 

She cried out, “James!”

“I said shut up,” he grumbled, hastily undoing his belt buckle and suspenders, pulling down the front of his pants and boxers, his leaning cock springing free. With one hand on her hip, he began to stroke himself, “Once I'm done with you, all thoughts of your cheap new fiance will be out the window.”

How the hell did they end up like this? She came here to demand for him to sign the damn divorce papers so she could marry the man she supposedly loved, yet here she was about to get her back blown out on her ex-lover’s desk.

James lined himself up with her entrance, slowly pushing in. He always started off gentle and romantic, but Y/N knew better. This was just the beginning.  “How does that feel, my love? Still thinking about that bastard William?” he said the name venomously. 

“N-No, James,” she whined out, legs wrapping around his waist as he began to thrust in and out of her, tantalizingly slow. He was teasing her, doing it on purpose. 

“Can he fill you like I can? Hit just the right spots like I do?” he continued, nipping at her earlobe, “I bet you don’t get this wet for him, bet he struggles pushing into you because he just doesn’t get you excited enough,” James smirked, both hands grabbing her waist as he sped up his pace, sliding in and out of her clenching walls with ease, “That’s never been a problem with me. You’ve always come to me with open arms… and open legs,”

“Oh, shut up, you bastard,” Y/N grumbled, nails beginning to dig into his back as he found a steady pace, hips snapping repeatedly against hers with each thrust. “We were never able to have normal sex, huh?”

“Well, you never stopped cursing me out,” he replied cheekily, hands going to her large fur coat, and sliding it off of her shoulders, “I think I got used to you berating me while I kindly pleasured you,”

“You got off on it, don’t lie,” she shot back with an eye roll, until he hit that perfect spot and she gasped, “Oh James do that again James please do that again-”

“Ah, that’s what I like to hear,” he mused, angling his hips to hit her G-spot over and over again. His hands went to the zipper of her dress, bringing it down so that the entirety of the garment was bunched up by her waist. “Much better,” he said smugly, leaning down to take a nipple into his mouth, tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. 

“Ahh!” she whined, playing with her other nipple in pleasure, “Right there right here!”

He began thrusting into her faster, a groan leaving his lips as he plunged deep into her warmth, “Look at that, darling, your cunt is taking my cock so deeply, how greedy,” he teased, admiring the way she involuntarily clenched around his thick length with each thrust, swallowing his dick. 

“Greedy for your cock only, you damn bastard,” she cried out. Couples give each other such endearing or powerful names in the bedroom, but of course that had to be her favorite for him. Bastard. Even when they were madly in love, that was what she called him. “It always filled me up so w-well,”

“Really, darling?” he grinned, reaching a hand between their bodies and gently rubbing her clit. Her eyes snapped open and she whined, lips parting into the perfect “o” shape. “Filled you so perfectly? Then why did you try to replace me, huh? With some cheap copy? Sounds like we know who the real bastard is here,” 

The combination of his dick pounding into her and his fingers expertly rubbing her clit had her seeing stars. She dug her nails into his shoulders, head falling back as she moaned out in pleasure, giving him the perfect view of her breasts bouncing every time his hips met hers, skin slapping against skin. She wasn’t hearing a word he said at this point, digging her heels into his back, ankles locked, urging him deeper into her. Knowing she was still in her blood-red high heels turned him on even more, he used to always love seeing her in heels. 

“Damn you, you bastard, I’m going to cum!” she gasped, biting her bottom lip, “Damn you, damn you,”

James laughed, leaning his head down to bite her pulse point roughly, “You’re gonna cum all over your ex-lover’s cock, my queen? Cum all over my cock and make a mess of yourself? Do it, I dare you,” he lifted his head to survey her facial expressions as he continuously snapped his hips forward, drilling into her in abandon. He then reached out, his large hand going around her throat, and he didn’t even have to squeeze, she was cumming. 

“I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Y/N squealed, cunt clenching around him one last time before he felt her thick fluids coat his length. 

“That’s it, my love, cum all over my cock, it’s my turn now, gonna fill you up, make you mine again,” he buried himself inside of her as he came, painting her walls white. Hips sputtering, he came to a halt, arms going around her waist, “All mine, no one else can have you but me,” he nuzzled her nose with his own, waiting for some movement. Signs of life. 

And then her gorgeous eyes opened, looking up at him tiredly, “I came here for a divorce,”

“Damn that divorce,”

“Damn that divorce,” she repeated, leaning her head on his shoulder. 

“Dramatic girl, leaving me all by my lonesome for twenty years just to come back to me,” 

Y/N hummed in response, closing her eyes, “Take that as punishment,”

James let out a soft chuckle, stroking her soft hair, “Have I been punished enough?”

“I suppose,” she pulled away from his neck to look him in the eyes, “Happy birthday, James,”

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how tf does one write dominate men sorry I usually like subs

[accio-victuuri]

all the cpn : xiao zhan’s 33rd bday 🫶🏼

this could be part one of many, who knows. but i’m starting with this compilation post to keep track and enjoy the sweets. it’s the weekend and some people may be celebrating gege’s bday offline so people have a hard time looking at cpns. plus we got content too!

again, happy happy birthday to xiao laoshi 🎂🎈 this post is for fun only & not meant to take away from the celebration of xz’s life. feel free to scroll along if this is not your thing.

now let’s dive into the candies!

1. in the video post and greeting sent out by xz studio, there is a word/phrase their that they used explore new spaces which is kinda like exploring the unknown. this is not the first time this was cued and why it’s sus to us. well i just hope they get to explore new places together next time! there is also a whole conversation on how the “letter”/greeting for xz has some bits to it that is similar to wyb’s bday letter — but i’m not even gonna go there. 😂😂😂

i think it’s just gonna be one of those mysteries and if you believe it then you do, if you don’t - you don’t.

2. the post he made on his own account, people have pointed out that the format is similar to the well wishes sent out by lrlg. it’s so xz of him to also wish people well on his own bday!

3. and in his caption is 我们 ( wo men ) us/we is written. we also see that in his bday post when yibo was included. oh! how we have missed the times that they could freely greet each other!

4. having their backs facing us for their bday post by their own studios.

5. I think we will see the true details of this photo once we get more content from this shoot. but this is interesting.

who could it be? 👀👀👀

is it a self portrait or is he drawing someone else?

6. The big “paper plane” on the right. 🛫 it’s a recurring symbol between them and it’s nice to see a huge version of it here.

7. How yibo-official’s usual post for exploring the unknown was usually shared at 10:00 for the past few weeks. but today it was delayed to 10:30, probably giving way to GG’s bday timeslot of 10:05 and a bit after that. I always believe that they give way to each other.

and also how the photos shared by xzs was staggered. they have no problems sharing 18 in one go but for some reason they released 9 and then another 9 after. it has to be 18 = yibo.

8. not really cpn, but how something bjyx related trended on both of their birthdays. just goes to show how relevant and active the fandom is. whether it’s a good or bad thing is up for anyone’s interpretation. those who hate us and what we stand for as cpfs will continue to hate on us so whatever 🤷🏻‍♀️

just enjoy all the content the boys gives us and clown among ourselves.

9. THIS EDIT. and how the two look like they could have been two related videos! the streamers as decoration and the messy setup.

END.

that’s all for now, more to scream about later. hopefully. anyway, i hope everyone has a good day!

[uriwoos2]

fallin' in love overnight ☾ ִֶָ ⋆ (kjh)

pairing: best friend!junghoon x gn!reader. genre: attempt at crack, fluff. overview: a trip to the amusement park doesn't go as planned, but no worries! junghoon saves the day. a hint at friends to lovers(?) word count: 3.1k warnings: first time writing crack, so don't expect much( っc ) junghoon and reader are kinda childish^^ ♡ note: this is the promised (belated) lil gift for hoonie's bday! my longest fic yet! I have so so much love for him in my heart, i don't know where to put it ૮꒰ ˃̵͈᷄ ﻌ ˂̵͈᷅ ꒱ა˚ ° anyway, I'm still getting used to writing longer fics, so pls be patient w me^^ and ofc! happiest birthday to our precious boy, hoping he's the healthiest and is eating well! ♡ˎˊ˗ likes & reblogs are super super appreciated! — with love, cream <3

♪₊˚ song: softly — clairo.

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*ring*..........*ring*..........*ring*...........

after yet another unsuccessful dial, you sigh to yourself as you end the call. this boy never answers his phone!

the truth is, you weren't mad, not in the slightest.. but he promised to be here soon and it's been almost twenty minutes, how long could it possibly take to buy a couple of churros!?

you puff your cheeks and exhale heavily. you two wouldn't usually opt for separating, always keen on doing everything together, but the ever increasing crowd in the already bustling theme park urged you both to divide the tasks, since you wanted to go on at least some of the rides.

so that's how you ended up in an endless queue for the roller coaster, while junghoon went off to get some snacks for you guys to eat while you waited. but he wasn't coming back, and sure, the line would most likely be big for the churros as well, but it was taking way too long and you were getting just so worried. you just needed to make sure he was okay, but you couldn't reach him through your phone and he's nowhere to be seen!

who has their phone on silent while they're out, for god's sake, junghoon!

your eyes are glued in place, staring in the general direction of where he went off to almost half an hour ago. your anxiety is through the roof right now, making you unable to stand still. you're already feeling a bit timid, being alone in such an enormous crowd of unfamiliar faces isn't such a pleasant feeling.

that's it! I'm going to go look for him!

the impatience got the best of you, and you didn't even care about any of the rides anymore, the only thing on your mind right now was finding junghoon and ensuring his safety.

what if he got lost? that guy has a terrible sense of direction... you think to yourself, as you're squeezing your way through the line of people, getting more and more concerned by each passing minute.

okay.. the churro stand... find the churro stand, yes. hmm... he went that way earlier... right! it's definitely that way!

but you find that it is easier said than done, as you're going in circles trying to locate the churro stand, the stupid churros and that silly boy! where the heck is he?!...

you're getting entirely too frustrated, feeling completely helpless to the point where you're on the verge of tears, and on top of that you're being squished by people all around, the amount of people in the park just seeming to grow continuously. crowding you on all sides, the enormous swarm of people pushes you around, completely cutting off your ability to see anything but the backs of strangers in front of you. a wave of panic hits you when you can't seem to get out of this arbitrary cage they've created for you, the press of the crowd too suffocating.

your legs are about to give out on you from how weak and powerless you're feeling, your mind having trouble to stay focused, when you feel a warm hand slip into your own.

..it's junghoon!!

your eyes regain focus as they meet his and you feel like you can breathe again, he squeezes your hand gently, signaling you to follow him. you slowly manage to slip through the small gaps in the crowd, junghoon’s fingers firmly gripping yours in order to not lose you.

"what were you doing there?" he questions after you both successfully leave the crowd behind, "that was the line for the bumper cars! didn't you say we'd be going on the roller coaster?" there's no hint of anger in his voice, you can tell he's just confused.

ahh.. he probably went to look for me right as I left.. if only I had waited a little longer.

"yes- yes, I did. I guess I got swayed by the crowd by mistake.. but anyway! you were taking just so long, and I got worried thinking you got lost, so I tried calling you but you didn't pick up! then I went to look for you and I couldn't even find the damn churro stand!" you say everything in one breath, as junghoon just stands there listening intently, his features showing slight hints of amusement.

he lets out a chuckle as you're trying to steady your breathing. "huh? is that funny? hey! junghoon I swear to god, if you don't learn to use your phone for it's actual purpose I won't come with you next time, and you can have fun enjoying the rides all by yourself!" you push your hand through your hair, exasperated with the boy in front of you.

junghoon straightens his expression, going back to his default serious face as he responds, "no, it wasn't funny, I'm sorry for laughing." despite his words, there's an undeniable tug in the corner of his lips. clearly, he's amused.

you decide to just leave it at that, feeling so drained from all the overwhelming things that happened today, "anyway, did you get the churros, at least?" junghoon averts your eyes for a moment, answering sheepishly, "it was taking too long, and I didn't want you to wait all by yourself, so I kinda just left..." he scratches the back of his head.

"if you were that worried, you could've just picked up your stupid phone!" you retort, playfully hitting his arm.

he looks at you for a good minute not knowing what to say, and you're staring back, your brows furrowed in frustration. junghoon tries to immitate your irritated frown, but it just looks so unnatural that you burst into laughter, and at that he doubles over in chuckles too.

after a few minutes of uncontrollable giggling, you both attempt to regain your composure, the situation too ridiculous for the both of you to handle. junghoon slips in a little 'sorry' between his chuckles, acknowledging your concern about checking his phone. you examine him for a bit, scanning for sincerity in his apology.

in the end you just shake your head dismissively, going to sit on the bench nearby, but something seems to be keeping you in place, jerking you right back as you try to take a step.

upon realizing that you were still holding hands, you and junghoon dramatically drop each other's hands instantaneously. you're sure your face was the color of a tomato right now, prompted by your heart that was beating through your chest.

how could I not notice I was still holding onto his hand!?!??! how embarrassing...

you take a seat on the bench, resting your palms on your knees awkwardly. junghoon, who's cheeks have flushed pink, follows in tow and sits down stiffly on the other end.

"hey, I'm sorry, I didn't realize-" he begins to apologize, turning slightly toward you, but you don't want to make things even more awkward, so you interrupt him, eager to change the subject, "no, no, it's alright, I think we should just think about what we're gonna do now, because we don't have any snacks, and since I left my line, we lost that too, sorry about that by the way.." you trail off, desperate to distract him.

he rushes to answer you, "no, that's fine, I mean I also abandoned the churros so.." he scratces his head again, while you're trying to calm your drumming heartbeat.

why am I so affected by this!?!??

you rack your brain for any ideas as to what you two could do, when junghoon notes loudly, pointing his finger in a certain direction, "look! the line for ice cream isn't so long, we can go buy that and.." he whips his head around, looking for something, "and then we can get on the ferris wheel! it's gonna get dark soon so they'll turn the lights on, it'll be pretty!.. what do you think?" he looks at you with sparkling eyes, awaiting your response.

he's so excited about it that you can't help but think that he's cute. it's so uncharacteristic of him to be so childish, his usual demeanor, especially with other people being super serious and put together, that when he lets this side of him show you can't let it go unnoticed.

he's just so adorable like this.

you giggle a little at his giddy expression, "yeah, okay, the ferris wheel isn't so busy either, but this time let's go together, alright?" you ask, knowing you're gonna end up in some kind of trouble again if you don't.

he returns your smile, nodding his head happily. the liveliness of today's little date returning, both of your moods lightening significantly even more so as you're stood in front of the ice cream parlor, picking out the flavors.

it's not long after that you're walking back to line up at the ferris wheel, and your ice cream's started to melt already, "that girl put so many sprinkles on mine, oh my god." junghoon is beaming at this point, eagerly savouring his ice cream.

you scoff, coming to a stop as you've arrived at the bottom of the wheel, "yeah, and mine has extra caramel drizzle too, makes up for all the bad luck we've had today." that earns you a chuckle from junghoon, his ice cream rubbing all over his mouth.

"aaah, your mouth got all messy, junghoon would you eat you ice cream properly?" you nag at him, and before you realize what you're doing, your hand instinctively reaches up to wipe at his lips.

"there's so much, and it's everywhere! how can you manage to make such a mess in a matter of seconds?!" you take a napkin out of your bag to clean it off your hands.

"sorry." he says in a soft voice. you look back up to meet his eyes, but he just turns his head to the side, cheeks turning pink.

why is he acting weird all of a sudden?

it takes a moment for you to register the weight of your actions, after what happened before, and that's enough to make your heartbeat rapid again.

why am I so nervous about this? I'm never nervous when I'm with junghoon. this is how we act normally, so it should mean nothing.. right?

even so, you can't help but feel a little shy, the atmosphere between you shifting, a bit different now. you can tell he picked up on it too, but he's way better at keeping his composure.

you don't really talk more, not until you're already on the ferris wheel, both having finished your ice creams and settled on opposite seats in the pod. junghoon breaks the silence with a question, "you think, this thing will shake when we're on the top? it's kinda unsettling." there's genuine concern in his eyes, gaze darting all around, checking for any faults.

he tends to get freaked out quite easily when he's like this, so you rush to reassure him, "no- even if it does, it's not a safety hazard, hoon. besides, it won't even move around so much that it's noticeable." your words seem to sate his anxiety slightly, his figure relaxing into the seat.

"hey, weren't you the one who suggested to go on this ride in the first place? why'd you do that if you're so frightened?" you ask, bewildered.

he seems reluctant to respond, but does so in a quiet tone, "because I didn't want this outing to go to waste, especially when we don't really get to spend much time with each other these days." he scratches at his forehead, "I wanted you to enjoy this trip, and I couldn't let our day be ruined just like that.. you even made time to come with me today, so.." he trails off, thinking for a moment and then adds, "i- I mean I'm not even that scared either, so you don't need to worry."

he was willing to do it, even if he was afraid.. just for my sake?...

your heart swells at the thought, instantly feeling shy at his words, your mind going into a frenzy, "thank you.. for thinking of me. but you know I'm fine with simply spending time with you, right? we don't need to do these things for me to have fun, even sitting in silence is nice when it's with you." you respond with a smile, feeling so nice at the thought that junghoon cares so much.

but what you failed to pick up on was the effect your words had on him, because you we're too busy thinking about his own. the boy was a blushing, fidgeting mess, eyes looking everywhere but you, already having forgotten about his concerns for the safety of the pods.

junghoon was struggling to keep a straight face, fighting off the brightest grin, relishing in the fact that you found his mere presence pleasant company. it got so bad that he covered his mouth with his hand, cautiously looking at you from the corner of his eye, checking to see if you'd noticed anything. but much to his relief, you were already way too captivated with the view in front of you.

the evening sky gradually dimming, letting a couple of stars shine through it's dark veil, along with the colorful carousel lights glimmering brightly down bellow, making everything look so picturesque. junghoon was right, the view is beautiful from up here.

the boy himself, however, wasn't really paying attention to the view, eyes now fully fixed on your face, admiring the way your eyes twinkled at the mesmerizing sight out front, and the way your mouth parted slightly in awe at the glowing lights.

at this point his heart was drumming through his chest, confusing him with this surge of unfamiliar feelings toward you. the thoughts in his mind were going wild too, all tangled and muddled, no coherency in the way they were being thrown at him. but despite it all, one tiny thought managed to slip through all the chaos, displaying itself loud and clear before him, 'pretty.' taking him by surprise, immediately going beet red at the mere thought of it.

he didn't get to think about it much before you were interrupting his little internal monologue, "hey! look, we're at the very top already! there's so many stars now.. and you were totally right about the lights being pretty, I like it so much!" beaming from ear to ear, it was impossible not to notice the pure joy radiating from you. this simple fact calmed junghoon's heart, relieved to see that you were enjoying yourself.

he sunk back in his seat with a tender look in his eyes and a soft smile on his lips, all of it directed toward the person in front of him. he didn't know what the feelings he felt toward you meant right now, and he didn't want to figure them out either, because this was more than enough, having you before him, happy and smiling. if he could watch that for eternity, he'd be forever grateful.

you were so captivated by the beautiful view that you couldn't really notice the slight shift in the air, everything feeling so much more intimate in the tiny ferris wheel cabin, as it always tends to get. but when you pulled your attention back to junghoon, you were met with a gaze you couldn't quite label with a name, and in spite of that it made you blush, knowing he'd been staring at you the whole time, "hey, why won't you say anything? it's making me feel embarrassed for being so excited about this.." you ask sheepishly, wanting to break the silence that settled between you.

junghoon, however, seemed to be zoning out, your words snapping him out of the daze he was previously in, "no, i- I'm just glad you're enjoying the view, didn't want to interrupt you, since the ride only lasts for a few more minutes." he pushes his hair back, stray strands falling onto his forehead, another mesmerizing sight you've seen today.

you're so focused on it that you forget to reply, but the pod's doors opening quite literally startles you, making you jump a bit in your seat. junghoon chuckles briefly at that, before leaning forward to talk to the guy working the ferris wheel, "we'll take another round, please." and then turns back to you, giving you a smile.

I think he can read my mind. either that or he just knows me too well. either way... he's being so nice to me..

you're trying to accommodate your heart with the amount of appreciation you've just accumulated for junghoon, feeling so well taken care of and cherished that your heart is about to burst. you realize you have to actually vocalize your thoughts to him though, so you go to thank him quickly, "hey, I appreciate that a lot, thank you. but we can enjoy the view while talking this time around, I don't mind at all.. I'd like to, actually." you feel a bit too bashful saying the last bit, but you feel like you need to, really really need to.

junghoon seems to be caught off guard by that but doesn't let it show too much, "alright, okay, hmm.. wanna talk about that book we've been reading? well, I'm already forgetting some of the stuff so we better pick it up again soon." he chuckles, making you laugh as well, admiring his ability to start a conversation so simply, and naturally.

you guys spend the second time around the wheel talking about the said book, and on the third one you count the stars, and on the fourth you talk about everything and nothing, laughing so much, that when you finally get off the ride, both your guys' cheeks hurt from smiling so much.

you don't know if you like junghoon like that yet, and you definitely have no idea if you'd want to act on those feelings either, but you don't need to rush to find out. that's the good thing about being friends with junghoon, you know you can go at your own pace with things, and there's no pressure to figure anything out, knowing he'll never make you feel uncomfortable about it.

it's fine, this is normal.. and I can give myself time to think about this. what matters now, is that we have fun together, and that's all I care about.

you're basking in the aftereffect of the beautiful day you just had, when you feel a jacket being put on your shoulders, "it's got pretty chilly since we went on the ferris wheel, don't you think?" junghoon is stood in front of you now, zipping up the jacket after you've put your arms through it.

he's so sweet to me, I can't help but feel all soft at the sight of him. maybe I really do like him like that...

you can't seem to take your eyes off him as you answer, "yeah, maybe.." he looks up at you, meeting your eyes and then ducking his head in shyness again,

he's too cute, how can I not.

[stars4ni]

Hiii i Hope ur doing well! can i request a fic Where it’s your birthday and Hyunjin is trying his best to be there for you & celebrate and make it fun but you can tell he’s sad and so you ask him what’s wrong and he finally opens up to you and you comfort him?

bday blues

bsf hyunjin + gn reader

warnings: partying, crying, comforting, venting, alcohol (vaguely)

genre: fluff

notes: this is my first request fic! Tysm for requesting! Also I’m sorry this is so short! I hope you enjoy this fic love! <3

you open the door to see your best friend Hyunjin holding a present and champagne. You smile as you let him in, you watch him put down your present and champagne. You quickly go to hug him, you sink into his comfort. Feeling comforted of his warmth, you smile. It is about two hours before your birthday party and Hyunjin came early to help set up. “I missed you! Feels like I haven’t seen you in years” you said. “But I just saw you last week” he says giving you a disgusted look. You both laugh, “okay so people are coming in two hours! Help me with decorations?” You ask. “Yes of course” he says.

About two goes by Hyunjin helped you set up good, decorations and of course helped you pick out your birthday outfit. People started to show up and you invited them in. Hyunjin didn’t know many of your friends so he just kinda awkwardly smiled at people when they walked in. Once everyone came in you started hanging out with your friends, eating, drinking, and dancing. Hyunjin still felt kinda out of place at the party. He really tried to talk to your friends and get to know them but it always ended but being awkward. He just really wanted to be there for you, to celebrate your birthday with you but he just felt not wanted there.

You could tell how when all you and your friends were up dancing and talking but Hyunjin just sat on the couch looking around. You could sense something was up but you didn’t know what exactly. “Did I do something wrong?” You thought in your head. You walked over to him and sat down. “Hey! Do you want any cake? And even if you don’t want that theres other things like cookies, candy, and …”, “I’m alright thank you though” he said and smiled. “Well my feet hurt from these heels so I’m gonna sit with you” you said taking your heels off and laying back. He smiled and laughed, but you could tell that was a fake smile and laugh. Something was wrong.

“Hey everything alright? You don’t seem like yourself today” you said looking concerned. It through him off guard when you asked this because he didn’t realize you could tell. “Oh uh…yeah I’m fine, just tired that’s all” he said looking away. “Hyun…I know when your lying” He looked at you like he was caught. “What? I’m not lying though…” You were now getting really concerned what could be bothering him this much to that he didn’t want to talk about it. He usually always talks to you about everything, but now your getting worried. “Hyunjin, you can talk to me” “I know…but seriously I’m fine” he looked away.

Right then you grabbed his hand and stood up walking to your bedroom. He followed you, you shut the door. “Y/n what are you doing?” You sat on your bed, “tell me what’s up, your really worrying me Hyun” He sat next to you, “okay…, I didn’t mean to concern you” he looked down. “I just feel out of place here” “how?” You asked. “I don’t know any of your friends and I feel like none of them want to talk to me, and all I wanted to do was make sure you have the perfect birthday…because you deserve it and I’m messing it up because of my stupid emotions and I’m sorry-” “hyunjin, you didn’t ruin anything” you looked at him as you could see tears forming at his eyes. “Hey…hey it’s okay” you said as you hugged him tightly. He started to cry even more as he felt your comfort.

You stopped hugging as you looked at him with sad eyes. It made you so sad when you saw him cry, it broke your heart. “Are you sure that’s the only thing bothering you?” You asked. “Well no…I’ve been stressed with the new comeback and I feel like I never have time for anything anymore” You grabbed his hand and linked your fingers together. “I’m sorry” you looked at him with loving eyes. “I’m always here if you want to talk about any of that stress, you know that” you said and smiled. He smiled back and laid his head on your shoulder. You turned your head over and kissed his forehead. “I love you Hyunjin” He looked up at you, “I love you too” he said as he hugged you. “Now let me go introduce you to my friends, they are just nervous they would love to get to know you”

“Really?” He asked. “Yes really, I talk about you to them so much they basically already know you” “you talk about me?” He said and laughed. “Yes I do! Now get up!” You said as you start to blush.

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

I think I may be overthinking this but ever since I read a translation of Vil's new bday line that mentioned that his dad was magicless, it made me wonder if the magic gene is reliant on the mom (kinda like how in pokemon, the baby takes after the mom's species). Think abt it: Ace's dad is magicless so he likely got his magic from his mom, Azul's grandma is said to be a powerful mage so he gets his magic from his mom's side, Epel's grandma has magic (and I think his great grandma too, not sure abt his mom tho), Kalim's mom has magic while his dad doesnt, I think Im sensing some sort of pattern here with the one magical parent+one normal parent pairs, seeing as the magical ones are usually the moms/on the mom's side.

But what do you think? Am I overthinking it or nah?

While I see where you may get the idea from (you listed some good examples, and TWST overall has more prominently magical mothers than prominent magical fathers), genetics is never as easy as that. (Also!! Some of the family members listed aren’t strong instances since assumptions were made about them; for all we know, Papa Trappola’s dad could have been able to use magic or the magical mom’s own moms may not have had that magic gene.)

The examples only go as far back as two generations; to get a more accurate read on the influence of maternal genes on magic acquisition, we’d need a lot more data (ie great grandparents, great great grandparents […], environmental factors, consideration of other genes, etc) or a family pedigree to reference. Otherwise, it could be a conflation of “lots of characters have mage moms” and “magic is reliant on the mom”; those two statements don’t actually mean the same thing.

Below the cut I will go into much more technical detail about basic genetics and how genes are sorted and then are expressed as traits. If you don't care for all that, then you can peace out now ^^ This isn't a mandatory read!

If we used a Punnett Square model (think of it as multiplying the genes of the mom and the genes of the dad to predict possible generic combinations for their children), we may be able to better illustrate how likely it is for a male vs female child to have the capacity for magic. I think we could maybe guess magic is a recessive trait for humans (since it only occurs in 10% of them). “Recessive” means that the trait is easily “covered up” or not expressed if a dominant gene is present.

In genetics, recessive is a lowercase letter and dominant is an uppercase letter. Thus, a mage would most likely have “mm”, as “Mm” and “MM” would have dominant genes that mask the magic of “m”. However, it’s not clear whether the magic gene is autosomal (on the first 22 chromosomes) or sex-linked (on the 23rd and final set of chromosomes), which further complicates things. If magic is autosomal, then I can kind of see why “mm” is feasible, but it doesn’t mean it’s necessarily mom dependent, since the dad also contributes a recessive m.

Here is an example Punnett Square; blue is the dad’s genes and red is the mom’s genes. R is the dominant trait which masks magic and r is the recessive trait which expresses magic. We need a rr in order to have a magic using child, which occurs 25% of the time.

If magic is sex-linked, then it poses a strange situation. Sex chromosomes are XX for women and XY for men. If their child is a girl, the mom gives 1 X and the dad gives 1 X. If their child is a boy, then the mom gives 1 X and the dad gives 1 Y. So if magic is truly dependent on the mother’s genes, the mom’s Xs truly matter, right?? But if you do the Punnett Square to see if it’s possible, it makes no sense.

To the left is the mom’s genes and on top is the dad’s genes. The r that accompanies one of mom’s Xs carries the recessive trait for magic. (I know it says “disease” there, but just pretend it’s magic.) In the real world, note that many hereditary diseases are X-linked. This is because the Y chromosome is so much smaller than the X; the Y is mainly known for carrying genes for sex differentiation for male body parts.

If you cross X^rX mom with XY dad, you’ll see that it reads as 50% of men can use magic and 50% of men cannot use magic, and 100% of women can’t use magic. (To be a carrier means the child has the magic trait to pass on to her future kids, but she as the mom is totally incapable of expressing that magic herself.) This is just… not true of the TWST world which has a number of female mages (look at the Great Seven), so it seems like magic can’t be sex-linked to the mom??? (If we made magic linked to the dad’s genes then this still would not make sense because daughters would not receive dad’s Y^r; this would make all boys mages and no girls mages.) Maybe this would work if the mom was X^rX^r, but then that would make 100% of their sons magical which also is not true.

dbjsbsksndksns That was all a very simplified breakdown + rambling about magic and how genetics might influence that 💦 I’m NOT saying what I shared was entirely accurate it’s been a while since I did studied genetics so my recall may be rusty; understanding and “calculating” genetics is a LOT harder than slapping some squares together and calling it a night. Likewise, it’s probably not as easy as saying “the one magic gene is reliant on the mom’s side”. As I said before, we’d need a pretty extensive family history to more accurately figure this out! It would also be useful to consider other genes (because genes can influence other genes) as well as environmental factors.

Side note: What I don’t really get (and this may just be a function of the game’s target demographic being women instead of men) is that if we accept the speculation that women are supposedly the ones that pass on their magic genes and many women (parent-wise) appear to be magical themselves, then why is NRC specifically an all-boys school? Even the other private magic institutions we see (RSA, NBC) appear to be all-male. Wouldn’t there be more women?? More co-ed or even at least one big all-girls school mentioned??? It may be just me overthinking what is a meta concept totally not related to in-game lore, but you'd think even a passing mention would be warranted...

[everythingsinred]

lil musing on natsume + manga

anyway im not mad at the world anymore. i choose peace! let's talk about natsume's manga for two seconds bc i realized just now that @crimoncitrus , @thesightofworms, and i discovered the reason why natsume reads yaoi while we were playing the ga karuta game and i never reported those findings!

its just cuz rui and nobara like yaoi so theres a lot of that particular reading material in the da. natsume loves to read manga so. he makes do with whats around... i love that explanation SO MUCH bc it gives a new dimension to the da class dynamics. natsume hates those two people but is willing to swipe the books they bring to class lmao.

personally i think that explains why he reads so many random things, yaoi aside. he reads sanrio catalogs and books on jam and cooking. idk boy's a bookworm! he'll take anything as long as he can read. kinda like how as a child, if i was visiting my grandparents in serbia i'd end up looking through encyclopedias and shitty mystery novels i probably wouldnt rly consider otherwise bc its all that was available. natsume just reads anything, i guess.

including mikan's anger at mochu here as further evidence that he was able to give a really good gift! in the tokyopop she even accuses mochu of cheating...

for natsume's bday, mochu got him "manga he really wanted to read" and natsume looked as visibly excited as natsume ever lets himself be, probably bc hes happy to be able to read smth he wants rather than whatevers laying around. i know our boy's a special star and probably has plenty of money to fund a manga collection, but he doesnt seem to enjoy going to central town any of the times we see him there and he's usually just eager to leave asap so i dont think he makes a habit of going out of his way to buy manga. plus, i imagine mochu's huge haul for him took time and care that natsume wasn't willing to put in for himself. but mochu cares abt natsume so was willing to painstakingly search for his friend's favorite titles.

i know he usually uses manga to cover his face in class, but that's because he's tired and sick and needs rest. the glimpses we have of his bedroom suggest he reads manga there...

look at those books!

anyway rip to natsume bc his laziness wins over his desire to read something he actually enjoys everytime.

also for some reason despite the fact that i dont rly watch a lot of shounen, i wont be moved on my headcanon that natsume would. my reasoning is.... because.

[silvfyre-writings]

I'm o-fish-ally in love with you (BSD Fanfic)

If you guys couldn't guess, this was inspired by the mayoi ranpoe art we were blessed with (during pride month as well!) and since it is a friends bday soon, I was like "what if I write this date as a gift?" and yeah, the fic was born!

I swear, it was only supposed to be like, 3-4k words, not nearly 6k, but Ranpo and Poe just took the plot and ran away with it!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and feel free to leave a kudos or a comment if you did! :D

Ranpo looks… fantastic. That was the thought that crossed Poe’s mind as he opened his door to see Ranpo standing on the other side, the shorter man having forgone his usual detective garb for once—which was certainly different to witness—and was instead wearing a simple brown jacket with just a plain white shirt underneath, and they were complimented by the pants that hugged Ranpo’s legs quite nicely, and sneakers. It also looked that Ranpo had, for once, brushed his hair instead of just running his fingers through it like he usually did, and—well—Poe couldn’t help but appreciate just how good Ranpo looked, even if it made him feel a bit overdressed in comparison.

He'd picked out a simple white sweater for his own outfit, with a new coat—a nice shade of blue that was easy on the eyes—that he’d purchased just for the occasion, and along with his nicest pair of pants and casual shoes, his outfit was perfected. But… now he wasn’t sure. At first he’d loved the coat, had thought it perfect and comfortable, but then he’d laid his eyes on Ranpo, and suddenly he wasn’t sure about it at all.

“Poe, stop thinking so hard, you look fine!” Ranpo whined, stepping forward to wind his arms around Poe’s waist as he gazed up into the writer’s face. Poe’s cheeks flushed red as Ranpo raised a hand to brush his bangs to the side to reveal one of his eyes to the world. “You need to stop worrying so much, ‘kay? I look great, and you look even better! And we’re going to go to the aquarium and have a good time, so focus on that.”

Poe couldn’t help but smile at Ranpo’s words. The other man knew him so well to be able to just shoot down all his insecurities in a few seconds without even being told what they were in the first place, and well, that was just what Poe loved about the other man. He leaned down to place a kiss on Ranpo’s cheek to show his appreciation, the delight growing within him as pink formed on the detective’s cheeks, and Ranpo’s eyes opened just that little bit wider. “Ranpo knows me so well.”

He got a grin in response, and Ranpo threaded one of his arms through Poe’s before he’s being dragged down the footpath towards the main street. “Well, duh, of course I do. You’re a walking ball of anxiety, but there are only a few things that set you off when you are with me, and me, being the great detective that I am, knows all of them!”

“Oh, I see. And what they might be?” Poe said as he took the lead, guiding Ranpo in the other direction when they’d started heading the wrong way, as he tended to do whenever the two of them did something together. Ranpo was kind, and a genius, but his sense of direction was as poor as ever, no matter what Poe did to try and help him. But aside from the few times they’d genuinely landed in trouble because of it, Poe found it adorable, seeing Ranpo pout when he learnt he’d been going the wrong way. The pout, the puffed cheeks, and the furrowed brow, all adorable because it was Ranpo, and easily dealt with, with a few kisses and reassurances.

Ranpo raised his hand, holding up just a few fingers, and folded one down. “Dressing up for starters. You always worry when we go out and you think you look overdressed—which, you don’t by the way—because you feel like it makes it more obvious that you have money and I do not.” Another finger is folded down. “Being sappy out in public, because you fear judgement, not for yourself, but for me, which I kinda get, but also, it’s stupid. If people are going to judge me for dating another man, then they need to find something better to do.” The final finger goes down. “And, you always worry about Karl because—wait, where is Karl? Wasn’t he coming with us today?”

At those words, Poe stopped dead in his tracks, horror on his face as he realized that because he’d gotten caught up in Ranpo’s beauty, he’d forgotten to grab Karl from the couch where his little friend had been taking an early morning nap. “Oh my god, I forgot Karl! Oh, um, wait right here, Ranpo, I’ll be right back!”

“Huh? Wait—Poe!”

He ignored Ranpo’s call for him as he raced back down the path they’d taken, sprinting back up to his door and unlocking it in record speed. Poe threw open the door, and let out a relieved sigh as he saw that Karl was where he’d left him; asleep, on the couch. “Oh, Karl.” Poe whispered as he brushed his fingers through soft fur. “I didn’t mean to forget you, I’m sorry.”

The raccoon’s eyes blinked open, and he lifted his head to stare at Poe sleepily, unaware that he’d even been forgotten in the first place. Karl chattered in the way he always did while he woke up, stretching underneath Poe’s hand before he shook his body and scaled Poe’s arm, taking residence in his usual spot on his shoulders. Poe smiled, and tipped his head to nudge Karl gently. “Now, let’s get back to Ranpo, huh? I kind of left him behind to come and get you. I hope he’s not too mad…”

Karl blinked once, eye’s brightening as he recognized Ranpo’s name.

“Karl!” Any worry that Poe held about Ranpo being mad at him was forgotten, when Ranpo spotted them coming and scrambled to his feet, arms wide open and a grin on his face. The action wasn’t for him, Poe knew that, and he watched as Karl chattered excitedly before leaping off of Poe’s shoulder and landing into Ranpo’s arms. Poe smiled, watching Ranpo spin Karl around a couple of times before holding the raccoon close.

“He was still asleep when I got back.” Poe explained, coming close enough that he could be close to the two most important parts of his life.

“Aww, Karl, your dad was so caught up in seeing me that he forgot to grab you, how about that?” Ranpo teased, his eyes trained on Poe even though he was talking to Karl. “Poe’s a little silly isn’t he?”

Poe’s cheeks burned, but instead of being shy about the teasing, he felt a burst of confidence, and he leaned over to scratch Karl behind the ears, quietly murmuring into Ranpo’s ear. “Well, when Ranpo looks as good as he does, that’s a little easy to do, right Karl?”

It’s the sappiest thing he could ever say, even though he’s said much sappier since he and Ranpo had started dating in the first place, but it was worth it to see Ranpo’s cheeks turn an impressive shade of red. Poe chuckled as Ranpo opened and closed his mouth, trying to come up with some sort of retort, only to blush even harder. He pressed his lips to the side of Ranpo’s head. “I’m just teasing, my dear, but I speak the truth.”

Ranpo stepped away to take a moment, hiding his face in his hands. A couple of minutes pass before he dropped them back to his side, his face still pink, but less noticeable now. Poe is given a look before Ranpo links their arms together once again and begins to drag Poe along—thankfully in the right direction, so Poe doesn’t have to do anything but follow—and the silence between them is unusual, but comfortable. At least, for Poe it is; he can see the way that Ranpo’s brow is still furrowed, no doubt thinking hard like he always is. Poe stays silent as well, patiently waiting for Ranpo to find the words he needed.

He's rewarded when, after nearly three minutes, Ranpo speaks. “Thanks though. I… wasn’t sure on my outfit.”

Poe smiled, and moved his hand to link their fingers together instead. “You always look good, Ranpo, but this time, you look amazing.”

The decision to go to the aquarium had been made by Ranpo, who’d busted down his door in his excitement about the new exhibition the aquarium was showing about freshwater fish. Poe had been writing like he usually was on the days that Ranpo wasn’t at his house, when Ranpo had sent him fifty million—okay, not quite fifty million, but close enough—telling Poe that he would be coming around after work to tell him something important.

And apparently, that ‘something important’ was just Ranpo’s way of asking Poe out on a date to the aquarium.

It hadn’t been as simple as that though, for Ranpo had turned up at Poe’s house, remained silent for the first hour before suddenly dropping random fish facts on him—truly, they had been quite random—until Poe had finally caved and asked what it was that Ranpo wanted. Because for some reason, whenever Ranpo wanted something from Poe, he became the most introverted person on earth. Yet with literally anyone else, Ranpo had no problems at all with demanding things, regardless of what they were.

But yes, he had asked, and Ranpo had turned an interesting shade of red as he quietly asked Poe if he would like to go to the aquarium with him on the weekend.

Poe had pretended to muddle over it—even if it was going to be crowded, he was willing to brave the crowds just this once—before agreeing, and that was that; it was a date. Ranpo had gone home smiling the widest of smiles, and Poe had begun to plan what they would do, because he knew that if he didn’t, they would end up zigzagging all over the place and as much as he loved spending time with Ranpo, he wanted it to be enjoyable and not… painful.

So he’d pulled up a map of the aquarium and outlined a simple plan they could follow that would take them from one side of the aquarium to the other, and still allow them to see all the fish and other sea creatures.

It was a plan so perfect, that nothing could possibly go wrong.

“Thank you for coming, and we hope you enjoy your time here.” The young woman at the counter smiled as she handed the two tickets to Poe, who’s heart was pounding after standing in line for twenty minutes with a very impatient Ranpo and disgruntled Karl, who had thankfully, not tried to escape the bag that Poe had shoved him into before they walked through the doors. He’d gotten permission to bring his furry friend, provided that Karl didn’t go wandering off, but still, Poe didn’t want to bring any unwanted attention until they were inside the aquarium.

Ranpo let out a groan and tugged on Poe’s sleeve in an attempt to get him to move faster, even though they still have to wait for the worker at the gate to open it for them anyways—for which they needed the tickets that Poe was currently being handed.

“Ranpo, please be patient.” Poe said, and grabbed the tickets, giving the worker a timid smile and quiet thanks before letting himself be dragged to the gate.

“But, Poe—” Ranpo whined, “—I wanna see the fish already! And so does Karl!”

At the sound of his name, Karl poked his head out of the bag and began to look around, letting off quiet chitters at everything that caught the raccoon’s attention, to which Poe merely rolled his eyes, and grabbed onto Ranpo’s hand to make sure that he didn’t lose sight of the other; the last thing he wanted to do was have to hunt down an excited Ranpo. Poe squeezed Ranpo’s hand, and waited for Ranpo to look at him. “We have all day, Ranpo, so relax a little and take your time. We’ll get a chance to see everything here.”

There was an awed sparkle to Ranpo’s eyes as he opened them, his excitement obvious in the way he bounced on his heels and kept trying to run off despite holding hands with Poe still. “Even the freshwater fish?”

Poe nodded. “Even the freshwater fish.”

Ranpo cheered, throwing his hands into the air, and this time, Poe allowed himself to be dragged, although he allowed their hands to part so that he could go at his own pace. He made sure to keep Ranpo in his sight, which was made easier when Karl finally abandoned the bag he’d been curled up in this entire time, dashing across the floor to scale Ranpo much like a cat would a tree. It was adorable to watch as Karl curled himself around Ranpo’s shoulders, one of Ranpo’s hands coming up to scratch the raccoon between the ears, all while keeping his attention focused on the fish.

He made sure to follow close behind, as Ranpo dashed from one tank to the next, and waited for Poe to come and stand next to him, before telling him a few facts about the fish residing in the tank, and then moving on. For the next few hours, their trip was like that, and honestly, Poe didn’t mind it in the slightest. It was heartwarming to see Ranpo so passionate about the aquarium, and about the fish living there; so much so that he found himself becoming motivated to potentially write a story about fish, one that he was sure that Ranpo would love to read if, and when, it was done.

“Did you know that stingrays belong to the same family as sharks, but despite that, sharks are their biggest predator?” Ranpo suddenly said as he and Poe watched a few stingrays’ glide about the touch tank, their fins gently waving through the water to propel them forwards at quite the impressive speed. Ranpo was leaned against the railing of the tank, staring into the water with wide eyes and a smile on his face.

Poe never wanted to forget that look until the day he died.

“I did not.” He said, coming up to rest his chin on Ranpo’s shoulder as he looked into the tank. Poe didn’t quite know why they were looking into the tank from the top when looking at it from the bottom allowed one to see more, but he wasn’t about to bring it up. Besides, it allowed Karl to sit between their legs and look into the tank himself, the raccoon letting out chirps and chatters as the stingrays and other fish swam by; it really reminded him of those movies he’d once watched, of the parents taking their child to the zoo—or rarely, an aquarium—and just… being a family.

The moment the three of them were sharing was so domestic, that Poe couldn’t stop his cheeks from flushing pink, and he nuzzled the crook of Ranpo’s neck, his breath causing Ranpo to shiver underneath him. “Ranpo should tell me more about the stingrays.”

Ranpo angled his head in a way that green eyes met violet. “Will I get a treat if I tell you more?”

Poe smiled and pressed a kiss to the side of Ranpo’s neck, bringing about another shiver. “Perhaps.”

“Well—” Ranpo turned around in Poe’s arms, bringing his own to wrap around Poe’s neck as he brought his partner closer to eye level. “—did you know that there are over two hundred kinds of stingrays? And that the rarest stingray species is also the largest? It’s called the smalleye stingray, and it grows over two metres wide—well, seven feet for you, Mr American.” There was a pause as Ranpo stood on his toes to rest his forehead against Poe’s. “So, how did I do?”

“Marvelous.” Poe, who normally didn’t engage in affectionate behaviours in public, closed the gap between him and Ranpo, giving a short, but sweet kiss to his partners lips. “I could listen to you talk about fish and other sea creatures all day.”

They shared a few more short kisses with each other, remaining mindful, but also ignorant at the same time to the world and people around them, until Ranpo leaned in to press a kiss to the corner of Poe’s mouth, smiling happily. “That’s good, because the sharks are up next, and I have a lot to say about them.”

As it turned out, Poe didn’t get to listen to whatever shark facts that Ranpo knew about, because when they got to the tank with the sharks, it was at the same time as the presentation that he remembered seeing mentioned at the entrance of the aquarium. Already, there was a large group of people that had Poe grabbing Karl and returning him to his bag, just in case any of the children spotted him and tried to get touchy with the raccoon. And because Ranpo insisted on staying for the presentation despite probably already knowing anything and everything about sharks, Poe had to find somewhere for them to sit, grateful when there were a couple of seats at the back still… well, one seat at least. Still, Poe had dragged Ranpo over to that seat with the intention of just sitting on the floor, when Ranpo had forced him into the chair and then sat on his lap; Poe couldn’t stop the blush that adorned his face, made worse when the people next to them kept glancing at the two of them.

It's fine, just ignore it. If it’s not bothering Ranpo, it’s fine. Poe told himself as he did his best to get comfortable, not that that was hard to do, not when this was something that happened frequently in the privacy of Poe’s home; quite often, Ranpo would plonk himself into Poe’s lap when he was writing and just sit there, quietly watching, and on the odd occasion; nap. So really, Poe was used to having his personal space invaded, but this was the first time it had happened in public, and he was doing his best to ignore that fact as much as possible.

Thankfully, everyone’s attention was soon drawn by the aquarium workers in charge of the presentation when they began to speak, and the room fell silent and still as everyone listened to the two workers talk about the sharks kept at the aquarium; the experience was made all the better by the divers in the tank, lazily swimming about with these sharks, encouraging the underwater creatures to show off for the audience watching them with enraptured eyes.

Even Ranpo, who had so much trouble focusing at times, was transfixed, watching the sharks swim by with childlike wonder—although he was quietly fidgeting with Poe’s fingers as they rested in Ranpo’s lap. Every now and then, Poe would hear Ranpo mutter under his breath, correcting the worker when they left out something important, or said the wrong fact, and Poe was just grateful that for once, Ranpo was keeping his thoughts to himself. He must really like the sharks to do that. Poe let himself think as he listened, intrigued himself about the creatures he’d so often seen in movies portrayed as massive, man-eating monsters.

It certainly was a misconception, for the sharks in these tanks, while small but still deadly, were doing nothing but nudging the divers and swimming around without a care in the world, almost as if they were just… harmless sea puppies. Sea puppies probably wasn’t the right description for such an animal, but it was the one that came to him all the same, and it would be what he used from now on until something more appropriate came along.

The talk went for an hour, although Poe felt it could go for much longer than that if the workers had really wanted to; they’d both sounded so passionate and interested about what they were talking about, excitedly sharing facts and answering questions that the children threw at them—the most shouted one being what their favorite shark was; the whale shark, and the leopard shark they had learnt—and by the time they were saying their farewells, many of the people listening were begging for just a few more minutes.

“I’m sorry, but we really have to get going.” One of the workers said, an apologetic look on their face as they crouched in front of a couple of children. “The sharks need to have some time to themselves as well, otherwise they get a—”

“Are you ready to go, Ranpo?” Poe asked, tuning out the workers as he addressed the man who was still sitting in his lap, despite most of the room having filed out by this point, freeing up plenty of seats.

Ranpo jerked in his lap, like he hadn’t expected Poe to speak to him. “Huh? Oh, yeah, let’s go.”

But he didn’t make an effort to move, other than to shift forward to sit on Poe’s knees rather than his lap. Poe frowned, worried about this sudden change in character, and leaned to the side to get a better look at Ranpo’s face. “Ranpo? Are you alright?

It took a few seconds for Ranpo to answer him. “I’m fine, Poe. See?”

And Ranpo stood, only to suddenly tilt to the side, Poe’s reflexes kicking into overdrive to just in time to catch and support Ranpo before he hit the floor. Ranpo groaned as Poe lowered him to sit back in the chair, bringing his hands up to rest his head against. Poe crouched in front of Ranpo and studied the way his partners hands shook just enough to be noticeable, how his skin had lost almost all colour in just a few seconds, and the exhaustion that threatened to drag him under.

His worry grew, when Ranpo lowered his head to rest on his shoulders. “Ranpo?”

“Dizzy.” Is all Ranpo managed to say, taking deep breaths, and squeezing his eyes shut. Before Poe can say anything, Ranpo continued, “I may have forgotten to eat today.”

Relief flooded Poe, and he felt that he could relax knowing that he didn’t need to rush to get Ranpo help; low blood sugar was something that the two of them had dealt with before, mostly because when they happened to get involved in their respective jobs, food and water were the last things on their minds. Poe just considered it lucky that Ranpo was only dizzy, and hadn’t passed out like the last time this had happened.

They’d been at a crime scene that day, and it had certainly been fun trying to explain to the officers that they did not in fact, need an ambulance.

“Will you be alright here if I go and get you something to drink?” Poe asked as he stood, although one hand remained on Ranpo’s shoulder as reassurance.

Ranpo nodded. “I’ll be okay.”

With a quiet promise of a quick return, Poe dashed off towards the nearest café the aquarium offered, making sure to leave Karl behind to keep an eye on Ranpo while he was gone. Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to find a place that sold sugary drinks and snacks, and a few minutes later found him making his way back to where he had left Ranpo; apple juice and jellybeans in hand. Neither were Ranpo’s preferred choice of snack and beverage, but in this case, where it was the difference between remaining conscious or passing out, they would do.

Ranpo was still in the chair, although he’d gone from being hunched over to leaning against the back of the chair, his head tilted back, and eyes still closed. Karl was on Ranpo’s lap, tail flicking idly as the raccoon’s eyes were focused on Ranpo, but the most surprising change was the staff member that was crouched beside Ranpo now, saying something that Poe couldn’t yet hear. He was unable to stop his mind from jumping to the worst possible conclusion, and Poe hurried over, his approach drawing the attention of both Ranpo—a single green eye cracked open to look at him—and the worker, who’s eyes fell towards the purchases in Poe’s arms.

“Ah, you must be the ‘Poe’ he’s been waiting for?”

Poe nodded as he moved to sit in the chair next to Ranpo. “I am. Is everything alright?”

“No, not at all. I had forgotten something here, so I came back to get it and saw your friend looking rather unwell. He told me that he was dizzy, but that someone was helping him, so I decided to sit with him until you came back.” The worker explained and stood, a smile on their face. “Do you need any further assistance?”

“No, we’ll be fine, thanks.” Poe waited for the worker to leave before he nudged Ranpo with his knee, doing so continuously until Ranpo opened his eyes; a weight came to rest against his shoulder as Ranpo slumped against him. “I have some juice for you if you feel up to drinking something.”

Ranpo hummed, and took hold of the juice, drinking a quarter of it in one go before he slowed down to small sips. Poe handed over the jellybeans then, and watched as Ranpo nibbled on a handful of the bright coloured lollies. Slowly, his partner’s face began to regain its colour, and Ranpo looked a little more alive than he had a few minutes ago, although he still continued to rest against Poe’s shoulder.

“Maybe we should go home?” Poe suggested after a few minutes of silence had passed and Ranpo still hadn’t moved.

“No, I’m alright.” Ranpo pushed himself upright. “I’ll be alright. We still haven’t seen everything—we still haven’t seen the freshwater fish and that’s what I want to see the most.”

Poe was hesitant to continue hanging out at the aquarium when Ranpo wasn’t feeling well, but he also couldn’t forcibly prevent Ranpo from continuing if that was what he wanted to do, and Ranpo was looking much better now that he’d eaten and had something to drink. Still… Poe was a natural worrier, especially when it came to those he cared about, and he cared about Ranpo a lot, so excuse him for wanting to prioritise his partner’s health. “I don’t know, Ranpo… I just don’t want you to push yourself too much when you aren’t feeling well.”

Ranpo gave him a look. “If I start to feel unwell again, then we stop, but I won’t, so it’ll be fine.” The detective paused and sighed a few seconds later. “I understand that you are worried, Poe, but you don’t need to be. I’m not sick or anything, I just forgot to eat.”

“Well… alright then.” Poe finally acquiesced and stood from his seat, offering Ranpo a hand that his partner took and a final onceover, they continued on their way, finally leaving the sharks behind them to head for the next section of the aquarium that ironically, was the freshwater one Ranpo had been looking forward to this entire time.

And while his worry diminished the longer Poe watched Ranpo wander around without any further dizzy spells, it never faded completely, and it probably wouldn’t until they were safely back at home. But he did manage to brush it aside in favour of just watching Ranpo as the younger ran around excitedly, hopping from tank to tank to study the fish within them, regardless of how often Poe told him to stop running off. It was no use trying to stop Ranpo when he was like this, all he could really do was try his best to keep the other within his sights while it happened.

Karl had returned to sitting on Poe’s shoulder, attention everywhere at once, and a few children squealed and pointed in his direction when they spotted the raccoon, which set Poe on edge a little bit, but thankfully, the parents of the children were quick to move along and Poe could relax a little. He even managed to find a bench in front of one of the larger tanks that allowed him to still watch Ranpo, but also rest his legs—it was tiring work chasing after Ranpo after all.

Poe didn’t know how long he’d been sitting on that bench, or when exactly he’d dozed off, but the next thing he was aware of was slender fingers touching his cheeks softly, and he raised his head to see green eyes watching him with faint concern.

“You okay?” Ranpo asked.

“Yeah.” Poe stretched out, wincing a little at the way his bones popped and cracked; he must’ve been dozing for at least ten minutes, if not more. “What about you?”

“I’m not the one that fell asleep on a bench.” Ranpo rolled his eyes and dropped his hands to rest by his side. A quiet chatter drew Poe’s attention towards Karl, who at some point, had abandoned him to go to Ranpo. Probably to bring him here now that I think about it. His thoughts were confirmed by Ranpo, “Karl came and chattered at me until I followed him.”

“I suppose I’m just a bit tired is all.”

“Because of me?” It’s faint, but Poe can hear the uncertainty in Ranpo’s voice, and he straightens, determined to squash that anxiety before it even has the chance to form.

“Absolutely not. You may move faster than I can keep up with at times, but that is nothing compared to the joy I feel in watching you enjoy your time here, whether that be seeing all the exhibits several times over, or telling me all the facts about sharks and stingrays that you know.” Poe reached over and gripped Ranpo’s hands gently, using them to pull himself upright so that he can pull Ranpo into a tight hug. He can feel Ranpo relax into the embrace, and doesn’t have to see the others face to know he’s smiling. “But I must admit, that I would like to go home soon.”

Ranpo put on a show of thinking, going as far as to take on the whole thinking pose. But he’s smiling, and that was how Poe knew Ranpo was teasing. “Well, I suppose going home might not be so bad, but not because I’m tired myself, not at all! I’ve simply seen everything I want to see.”

“But?” Poe questioned, sensing that Ranpo has something to ask, but needed a bit of prompting to actually ask.

“But there is the tunnel where they do photos, and… I know you don’t like photos, but, I’d like to take one with you. Only if you want to though!”

Poe smiled and linked hands with Ranpo, tugging the other in the direction of the tunnel he’d been talking about without saying anything. He’d just been thinking about getting a photo himself, since this had been his and Ranpo’s first proper date in a while, and it just seemed right to commemorate it in some way.

And if a photo was that way, then they would get a photo.

“If the two of you want to do something couple-y, then don’t let me stop you!” The worker in charge of the photographs said as they waited for Poe and Ranpo to decide on what it was that they wanted to do for the photo. “I get quite a few same-sex couples asking for photos to commemorate their visit, so you’ll receive no judgement from me. I only ask that you make it cute, because it is cute. And brave.”

“Make it cute?” Poe spluttered, cheeks burning red. While he was grateful that this particular staff member wasn’t judgemental in the slightest, unlike the two families that had glared at them on their way to the tunnel, it was still a little embarrassing to have someone speak so forwardly in regards to displays of affection. But unlike Poe, Ranpo seemed unbothered; hell, he seemed more than enthusiastic towards making their photo romantic now and looked to be thinking hard.

Poe merely rolled his eyes and waited. He didn’t mind what kind of pose they did, really, just so long as it wasn’t awkward.

“We can just do something like this, right Poe?” Ranpo asked as he turned towards Poe, and wrapped his arms around his chest, gazing up into his eyes. Poe nodded and allowed his own arms to rest against Ranpo’s waist as he looked down at Ranpo. This was fine, almost perfect even, and he could hear the sound of the camera go off.

And then Ranpo pulled him down and their lips connected.

It wasn’t a long kiss, not like the ones that Ranpo would share with him after a long day at work, or when they were lying in bed together on a weekend, unwilling to start the day but more than willing to kiss each other senseless. But it wasn’t a short kiss either; those were the kisses that Poe was very familiar with, ones that he or Ranpo snuck to each other at passing moments or in lieu of a greeting. They were also his favorite—not that he was choosing a favorite kind of kiss because kissing Ranpo was one of his favorite things to do in general—only because of how Ranpo would blush whenever it was Poe that one that initiated, and that was always adorable to see.

This kiss though? It was something in between. It only lasted maybe seven seconds, maybe even a little longer, but it was long enough for Poe to be able to feel and understand the love that Ranpo held for him, and as he kissed back, he hoped that Ranpo could feel the same. They broke apart, and Poe smiled when he saw the pink that dusted Ranpo’s cheeks, and knew that that same pink resided on his own as well. Poe couldn’t help himself as Ranpo’s eyes looked at him so softly, and pressed a quick kiss to Ranpo’s forehead. “I love you, Ranpo.”

“I know you do.” Ranpo said, still smiling as he stepped away. “I do too.”

And just when Poe didn’t think the moment between them could be broken, it was. “I hate to butt in, but would you like me to print off the photos or put them on a USB for you?” To their credit, the worker looked apologetic as they spoke.

“Print them please, if that’s alright.” Poe said, his eyes not leaving Ranpo’s, even as they followed the worker back to the kiosk to get the photos. “Time to go home?”

“Yeah. Can we go on another date next week?”

“Of course we can, Ranpo. Just remember to eat next time, will you?” “No promises, Poe.”

[parkminijiminie]

Hi, i just came accross your blog and was going through some of your asks and post. I saw some of the things you and your anons have been discussing and i just wanted to chime in a little bit and give my 2 cents.

I am someone who has believed that Jimin and Jungkook could possibly be in a relationship with each other but i have never been at 100% level certainy just cuz it healthy to be a little skeptical when u don’t know the whole story and i can usually understand people choosing to be skeptics but seeing some of your anons claimin Jikook broke because of this is or that is honestly funny to me. I mean i don’t know for sure where those two are in their relationship these days but the reasons some if your anons presented make no sense imo.

Why would you think that Jimin speaking about Jungkook less than he did before means they broke up? How exactly do Jimin and Jungkook in any way behave like exes? Honestly i think it’s better to think they were never together in the first place than thinking they broke up because Jk never posted for Jimin on Jimin’s birthday or because Jimin always tells us what he does with the members but doesn’t say anything about Jk cuz he doesn’t do anything with Jk. Not only is this funny but it also kind of isn’t true. We all know that Jimin was with Jk in New York and if we didn’t all see those leaked videos and photos, and some fans sightings, we will never have known they were together cuz neither of them mentioned Newyork ever. Also, we have that whole whale pic that Jk drew, and it shows that pic was taken in CT but somewhere in Korea and Jikook were clearly together when that happened but Jimin has never spoken about it. We only even know they were together cuz Jk mentioned that Jimin drew too else we might have all just thought Jk probably sent the pic to the pc! Also, we know for a fact that vminkook were in Jeju together something in August or so based on their haircuts but Jimin has never mentioned it has he? Jimin told Jk he was going to see him after Jk’s promos were done, do u honestly think they didn’t see each other then? Jimin keeps his promises, that we all know, yet Jimin said nothing about it. Jk mentioned that Jimin keeps saying peuriri around him so much that it is stuck in his head and he is worried he might say it on stage, which means he sees Jimin alot, yet Jimin didn’t mention anything about seeing or meeting with Jk. These are a few instances that we know that Jikook were together for sure yet not once has Jimin mentioned being with Jk any of these times. What does that tell you? They only tell us what they want us to know. It is kinda clear to me that Jimin is intentionally not wanting to let us in on his interactions with Jk. He has no problems telling us when he meets the other members but remains tight lipped about his interactions with Jk even though we know for a fact that they have met each other. There is alot of things we just wouldn’t know if they don’t tell us so the best we can do is to stop with the assumptions and expectations.

Jimin and Jungkook definitely donot act like exes. They are clearly still smitten with each other and u can tell from the way the talk about each other, especially Jungkook. Yes Jimin mentioned something about all the other members doing something for his birthday except Jungkook bit why do u think it is cuz Jk didn’t do anything? What if Jk did something for Jimin after the Live? We know Jk had a schedule after the music bank and was probably busy for the rest of the day, but u don’t know that he didn’t do anything lol. Also did u expect that Jimin would tell us if Jk called him and sang happy birthday to him, or if Jk sent him a long beautiful text or if Jk kissed him happy birthday that morning? He wouldn’t. Did he mention any of the other members calling or texting? They probably all called or texted to with Jimin happy bday in private but Jimin didn’t mention that part either. Some of you have very little faith in Jimin and Jungkook’s friendship and it’s kinda sad. Seems like you are only fuelled to believe that they care about each other when they broadcast their interactions but when you don’t see them interact, suddenly theu broke up. Tomorrow they’ll do something “loud” again and y’all will be back on the jikook train lol.

Sometimes some of you need to learn to look at the bigger picture. Trace from the beginning and stop judging before knowing the full story. Tomorrow you might get some information that will change ur entire perspective then what? Someone remember everything that Jimin and jungkook have said and done for each other in the past 10 years. Bonds like that don’t break that easily you know. It is possible for people to break up and relationships to end but if they do, you won’t be confused if they broke up or not. Jk wouldn’t sit his ass down watching hours worth of Jimin footage with the most nostalgic look on his face if they broke up. Jimin would’nt speak so fondly of Jk if that was his ex. Jimin wouldn’t be posted half naked photos of their NY trip on Jk’s birthday if that was his ex. Imagine the audacity Jimin would have to ask his ex to sing background vocals on a song like letter, with those lyrics lol. Isn’t that straight up disrespectful and crazy? Imagine Jimin’s ex boyfriend boldly asking to come and do and Live and shower at Jimin’s place lol, honestly do some of you even know how exes work? I’m not saying all exes need to be toxic with each other bit trust me, you don’t love someone as much as Jikook love each other, break up and continue to act with each other like that. It just not possible. The lack of jikookery or us not knowing certain pieces of information about Jikook is not enough imo to say they broke up.

The truth is, we really don’t know for sure what went down on their birthdays. We don’t know if they saw each other and spent time with each other or not. It’s not like we know for a fact that they did or didn’t. We just don’t know cuz they didn’t tell us so please stop with the baseless assumptions. If you know Jimin, you know that he values his relationship with the people he loves and he makes time for everyone he cares about. Another thing we know about Jimin is that he also doesn’t let anyone walk over him. He knows when to cut people off and keep a distance if he needs to. If Jimin is still just as fond of Jungkook, worrying about Jungkook even after Jk didn’t post for him, speaking about him on his birthday Live with a big smile on his face, then what on earth makes u think he has any issues with Jungkook or doesn’t love him anymore lol? That alone should tell you that, he aint worried about the things you are worried about or your opinions of his and Jungkook’s relationship cuz he knows what you don’t know lol. Imagine him waking up to Jk’s kisses and hugs and love and coming online to see people like some of your anons swearing Jikook broke up abd are barely friends lmaooo. Laughable.

I respect everyone’s opinions cuz at the end of the day we feel how we feel but some of these claims are honestly baseless considering all the facts we do have that support the idea that Jimin and Jungkook are in a very good place in each other’s lives. There is literally no sign of them being exes except for less jikook content. And it u think about it, it kinda makes sense that they keep their interactions private. Jimin can say that he had drinka with yoongi, or worked out with RM or did thia and that with Jin or Tae, but imagine him coming to say Jk made him breakfast in bed or he and Jk went on a private trip or Jk kissed him goodmorning lol. If most of the things he does with Jk are private, then ofcourse he wouldn’t talk about those things would he? Instead of looking at the glass as half empty, look at it as half full.

I don't particularly have anything to answer to this post. This is clearly your opinion, and you took the time to write it down and send it, so I still wanted to post it. I won't go into much detail, as I think it wouldn't make much difference to you either way, but I want to briefly touch down on some points. Since I get readers and Anons with various opinions, I can't answer for all of them. My words here on now will only reflect my personal views.

In general, when it comes to speaking about undefined, non-conclusive situations and topics, such as real-life people shipping, there are two major groups of people. The first one comes from a place of faith and conviction that something is, and they ask themselves the question, "What evidence do I have not to believe it?." These people look for something to dissuade them from their beliefs. The other group of people start from a place of doubt. They ask themselves, "What evidence do I have to believe this?". They want to be convinced in order to believe.

It is rather much easier to find evidence that something can be true than to prove with certainty that it can't be true. For example, you can always find at least one reason to believe God can be real , but you will never find concrete evidence that he can't be real.

In that order of thoughts, you can always find something to convince you that Jikook, the romantic ship, can be true, unless you are confronted with undeniable proof otherwise, such as one of them confirming a relationship with a third party. That goes for every Bangtan ship, actually, because they all genuinely love and respect each other, but all the ships can't all be true simultaneously, can they?

Undeniably, Jimin and Jungkook have had amazing moments throughout they years. They do have an amazing bond, but I ask myself this: if we put aside things that happened 2-3 years ago, what actual evidence do we have that they are romantically involved nowadays?

You, on the other hand, and other more "hardcore" shippers/supporters, it seems, ask yourself, "What proof do we have that they are not together right now?".

Important note: I am only talking about the possibility of JM and JK being "romantically involved right now," as in being a couple or engaging in actions beyond platonic friendship, in the year 2023.

Nowhere in this blog have I ever invalidated their close bond and friendship. I have never said they don't love and respect each other, as you keep mentioning. I have never claimed their bond is "broken."

You talk a lot about people doing assumptions, but you seem to assume a lot yourself, too.

You assume JK and JM's relationship is exactly the same as it was two or three years ago, when some of the biggest, most questionable moments between them happened, even though people, feelings, bonds and relationships change over time, as all things do in life.

You assume that if Jimin and JK were ever romantically or sexually involved, "exes," as you said, they can't remain friends and continue to care for each other. You talk about how when people break up, they don't act like this, but Jimin and Jungkook aren't ordinary people, and neither is their bond. Who is to say what they were or are to each other, and who are you or I, to say what makes or doesn't make sense in the context of their own past and present relationship?

The more I read your ask, the more I see that you don't actually "respect everyone's opinion." Do you think you are the only one who can "see the bigger picture?". Just because someone didn't come to the same conclusion as you doesn't make them incapable of doing observations, analyses, and deductions.

I won't try to convince you of anything. For every instance that you speak of, I can give you a counter argument and vice versa, and you seem to have your mind set on what you want to believe anyway. Just like you seem to think that JK wouldn't be "watching hours of JM content with a nostalgic face" if they have broken up, I personally don't believe that if they were a couple at the time, he would have to resort to begging his boyfriend on live for weeks on end to come spend some time with him. To you, there are not enough evidence to prove that they have broken up. To me, there are not enough evidence to prove that they are currently together.

One of us, either you or I, is incorrect in their assumptions, but since we can't technically prove either point true, both are theoretically still possible. The difference is I think one is more probable, while you think the opposite, but while I am perfectly open to discuss every possibility, you seem to find it "laughable" that people express doubts. Personally, I don't have strong feelings regardless of Jimin and JK being a couple either way. For you, that doesn't seem to be the case, judging from the tone of this ask and your choice of certain words and forms of expression. Why are you so affected? Why do you care what other people think of a ship if they are respectful and cause no harm to anyone? If you are so sure yourself, why bother?

Anyhow, the purpose of this blog is not to find out if Jimin and Jungkook are a couple, and my puprose is definitely not to convince or dissuade anyone of anything, least of all people who already have their mind set. This is a place for people to respectfully and openly share their views on all thing concerning Jimin and Jungkook individually and as a pair. I may not always agree with other people's opinions, and I don't have a problem saying it, but as long as they are being respectful, this blog can be a place for them to express their thoughts. A place that, dare I say, even though I realize it sounds pretentious af, might be somewhat needed in this shipdom and on this platform, based on how many people thank me for listening to their "unpopular opinions" which they feel they can't share elsewhere.

This blog is made for debate and somewhat logical discussions and developing hypotheses. "Faith" has no place in this blog. We aren't a cult or some sort of religion. We shouldn't have to have "faith" in Jimin and Jungkook being a couple in order to enjoy their bond, wonder about it, and discuss it. Once again, it isn't their friendship that I am doubting. It is their current romantic involvement with each other. It isn't "laughable" to have doubts. It is perfectly reasonable to be skeptical. If you don't enjoy the discussions and opinions shared on this blog, there are plenty of other places for you where people "believe in Jikook" and condemn "insecure shippers" but this right here is not the place.

You seem to think we should have one "opinion" or conclusion and stick to it, but here you and I fundamentally disagree.

My conclusions and deductions come from what I see and what I can explain to myself in a logical way, given the limited information that we have. They are fluid. I am guided by what is presented to me, and I see no shame in changing my opinion if new evidence, moments, footage, etc, come out. I don't "hop on or off the Jikook train" based on whether they are "loud or not" because I am here to appreciate Jikook's bond, whatever it may be. To me, it doesn't matter whether they are together romantically or not, I still support them and enjoy their bond. As long as they continue to show care and affection for one another, this won't change. The only thing that is changing is how probable I find it for them to be romantically involved at a certain point in time.

To finish this answer, I will quote your own question to me,

"Tomorrow, you might get some information that will change ur entire perspective, then what?"

If you meant this as a critique, know that I do not see it this way. I am not afraid that at some point, new information may come, which will contradict my current beliefs. To your question "what then?" I can only say: then nothing.

I will review my beliefs in the light of the new day, change my opinions, and go from there.

Both in the outside world, as well as here, we should have an open mind that just because something seems true today, it doesn't mean it won't be found untrue tomorrow when new information becomes available. My advice to all of you out there is to not set your beliefs in stone. Be humble. Admit the limitations of your knowledge and be prepared to accept that you can be wrong.

For millenia, people believed the sun revolved around the Earth. They were convinced of it, and they were so sure and set in their convinction that they shunned people who said otherwise, called them heritics, and threatened to burn them at the stake. Yet despite their unwavering faith based on centuries of observation and looking at the biggest picture of them all, the sky, they were still wrong. Just like that, something that was always believed to be one way turned out to be the exact opposite, and, as hard-pressed as they were to accept it, it didn't change the fact that it was true.

As Galileo Galilei said, when he was forced to retract his statement about the Earth orbiting around the Sun,

'E pur si muove' - But it still moves.

Let's not rush to claim heresy and burn each other at the stake.

[goldenpinof]

Hello Kate, I have nobody to talk to about the Tour and you seem nice (I hope I'm not annoying you if yes I'm very sorry please just ignore this)

I would like to go see the TIT (hahah get it) but I am very shy and never talked to anyone on here the idea scares me, also nobody irl know I watch Dip and Pip, taking about my interests also scares me, so I am considering going alone and just doing it for my self and trying to not think abut the time before and after the show were I would just hang out on my own and feel awkward. But the second thing is were to go to, I live somewhere between Frankfurt and Antwerp but the train tickets to Frankfurt are cheaper and I could get back the same night so I could save money on the accommodation, but also Frankfurt Hbf, alone, at night, I don't know I that is a good idea. Also it's my dad's birthday and I really don't want to explain to him why I am traveling to Frankfurt that day, but I also don't really want to see him either. Anyway Thursdays I have Uni and I would miss that if I go to Antwep. So in conclusion most signs point to Frankfurt it will probably be easier to get tickets too because it is not the opening night.

I am sorry I used your inbox to rant about this I guess I wanted to tell someone about my thoughts

since when am i nice? 🥺

rant away anytime. if you want my thoughts on that, here they are in no particular order:

- "nobody irl know i watch dnp" kinda same. if they are not in the phandom or not my brother, nobody really knows. so it's okay, i don't think you need to worry about that.

- a lot of people who will go to the shows are shy and awkward. it doesn't mean that people are not up for saying "hi" to each other or help at the venue if needed. and after the show, it's even easier because everyone has something to say about what just happened. funnily, people who end up sitting next to each other usually talk at least once during the show. also, all these hehe haha... they unite people 🥹 i wish you the easiest experience at the show! i hope you find a new friend, and even if not, it's okay :) i just wish you to have a good time!

- Frankfurt at night, yeah. there's a huge chance some phannies will go to the station after the show as well. so, if you feel like it, listen to what is happening around and stick to the group that is going in the same direction. i am probably not gonna end up in Frankfurt (rip), but i think i know someone who is planning to go. if you want to drop your username, i can connect you two? and i'm sure, closer to the show, there will be more people i know who are going. during the tour everything is changing every day. like, it's chaos, but it's so entertaining 😂 please, don't be scared. having someone to go with doesn't mean you're obligated to spend all the time together. but it might be easier to walk each other to the station, for example.

- you're right about Antwerp being harder to get tickets to. you have a bit of time to decide. i also have no idea how you can explain to your father the reason why you're going to Frankfurt on his bday 😂 if missing uni is easier than coming up with an explanation, then maybe Antwerp isn't a bad choice. it's also the 1st show, it's gonna be so unique, i don't even want to think about it.

i hardly helped, but if you want to message me now or closer to the show, feel free. if you want a company for the show or after the show, it shouldn't be hard to find! and phannies are nice, like, no one is actively trying to mess things up or hurt each other 💖

[tutuandscoot]

What are some of your favorite quips/jokes that vm have made, in interviews or otherwise. I don’t know it verbatim but I love that pyc one - interviewer: is this the greatest ending to a love story? T: well my character dies at the end so I hope not! or when vm did commentary at the 2022 olys - interviewer: you guys are just bouncing off of each other! S: we’ve met 🤭

Haha yes I love that first one! I love when T is sassy and has no time for peoples… not ‘shit’ in all cases- like this wasn’t BS but when she has good, harmless clap backs.

I actually didn’t know about that second one from them commentating! That’s adorable 😭

-I love when they play the newlywed game in that skate canada package and T kinda spit takes/snorts out a laugh when he says ‘that’s what I usually do when people have a phobia is tend not to believe them’

Also in the newlywed game:

-when he has to write T’s bday and pretends not to know it and then says ‘of course I’m right’

- ‘I can write this with one hand’. ‘With one hand as opposed to two?’

-Basically the entire newlywed game removed from the ‘sleep habits’ bit which people can’t seem to get over which I could give plenty of normal explanations for other than it was just a fkn joke.

- when they are doing a little sit down interview with fans and one of the questions is ‘did you ever have to skate a program you did not like’ and they say ‘Maleguenia’ (spelling 🥴) and at the end of the answer Scott kinda emotionless/straight faces ‘but we won. 😑We won junior worlds😑’. x

-This entire video

- ‘that’s our biggest goal. And maybe to open Tessa’s left eye’ x

-It’s wordless (at least from the pov of the camera) but during a practice at nationals in 2017 (practicing Prince) they finish with their hands up and they quickly kinda bounce their hands down and look at each other like they’re flirting and T kinda shoos him/pretends to hit him and she turns away and he takes her hands from behind her back and throws them apart.. there may have been a joke said or if not just looking at each other they know what the joke is and that was the physical reaction to it.

-Scott making fun of Tessa for telling some snotty kid off when they were kids training in Detroit x (T’s face is priceless at Scott imitating her).

-Even though is a bit deeper Scott basically saying to Tessa’s face that she’s a blessing to him, then followed it up with ‘don’t tell her that’- the way it makes T super (subtly) emotional then with that quip she cracks up (into the sweetest little giggle). x

-When they do their evening news sit down interview leading up to the olys and they are talking about how their biggest fear is letting each other down- same thing as above he gets her kinda in the moment- her listening to him say that and feeling the exact same way, then it breaks her when he says jokingly ‘I don’t see that happening, do you’, and she responds “never, no you couldn’t”. 😭😭😭 x

-T retelling what Scott said to her before their SD in Sochi- the ‘no matter what…’ line and he follows up with jokingly saying T gets super sentimental before they skate and that makes her laugh- if I were to put on my faux-psychologist hat for a moment I’d say that was him covering for his emotions with humour. x

Basically anytime they take the shit out of each other bc they both have such wonderful senses of humour and don’t take themselves too seriously and bc they basically speak their own language they react to things that are so specific and only the two of them understand. The level of trust and knowing of each other (not to get too deep on a post about quips) but that allows them to be so….. free with each other (in all senses) but in this sense knowing what not to step on in terms of insecurities and sensitive points they would never publicly share or foil each other’s personality for the sake of a joke. And just in general their rapport- how they bounce off each other is mesmerising 💖

-Oh and of course Scott saying ‘we’re second’ at the end of the FD competition in 2010 and then essentially tackling her in a hug.

There’s so many more but I’d be writing a book here if I listed them all.

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𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚒!

it's kei's birthday!! yes, the guilty prisoners get cute birthday art too bc they may be criminals who also were voted guilty by audience and punished by eiji, they still deserve to wear pretty outfits and celebrate their birthdays <3

you can read his bday timeline conversation under the cut!

Reina: Kei, it's your birthday, isn't it?

Kei: Ah.. Y-yeah, it probably is.

Kei: I don't even know how many days have passed since..

Kei: Um. Well, you get it.

Reina: Does it really matter? I just found out about your birthday because your little brother's mood is even worse than usual today and when I asked him about it, he said something like..

Reina: "Ugh, it's nothing, it's just that the person who I hate the most in this whole world was born today."

Kei: .. *laughs*

Kei: Wait, that actually was a good impression of him.

Reina: Really? Thank you~

Reina: Man, I should've joined my school's drama club when I had the chance.

Reina: Anyway, so I was thinking of what to give you as a gift and..

Reina: I thought.. Maybe I should take a picture of you.

Kei: Huh? Why?

Reina: I don't know, I just don't understand why you always take pictures of everyone and everything, but not yourself.

Reina: Also, you got a new camera, right?

Reina: .. By the way, where did you even get it? Are you even allowed to ask for things?

Kei: I don't know, it just kinda..

Kei: Like, I woke up one day and I saw it and I just.. assumed that maybe Eiji tried to show that he still cares about me that way, haha.

Reina: .. I see.

Reina: Wow, you two have such a weird relationship.

Reina: Well, it's not like I have any right to judge you.

Reina: Anyway, can you smile for me, please? I know it's hard for you to do it right now, but I don't wanna take a picture of you being sad on your own birthday.

[accio-victuuri]

okay, let’s do a part two of birthday cpns. part one is here incase you missed it ✌🏼

let’s start with this wardrobe match. xzs posted another set of photos and this time, xz is all dressed up. well it turns out it’s from the same brand/collection as what yibo wore at yh concert which is amiri. it’s kinda special cause that’s what he used to perform somebody else’s arms which i think is personal. and adding the cpn that the design on wyb’s side had WX on it.

it’s like the tom ford thing ( among others ) all over again. granted that this is a good brand that they have used before but it’s so sus! do they have the same taste? lol. i imagine them talking about clothes and sharing what they think looks good on them. and personally, that collection had some v interesting pieces. so glad they get to wear stuff like this and not just plain black suits.

now we move on to yibo’s usual photoset related to exploring the unknown 🗺️. he does share personal photos he took from his time shooting for the past saturdays so we knew he will post today. fans have noticed that the number 33 ( gg’s age now ) is somehow incorporated.

his past posts only had one emoji or none. that’s how short and simple he is and we got used to that pattern. but for today, he had 9. and it’s 3 emojis reposted 3x. 33. when people also check this on weibo, it’s coming up as 33 characters. this exact combination. you can put in 9 other emojis that use the hand but it’s not 33. this may be a coincidence. you can say that there are lots of emojis because it’s the last weekend he is expressing his thanks.

also, if you count all the photos/videos in sets he shared ever since he started it’s 33. not including the one posted today.

the universe is truly clowning us. 🤡🤡🤡

and oh, the photoset of wyb and xzs new photoshoot were posted a minute apart. did wyb miss the 16:23? or maybe he was really going for 16:24. I found an explanation here of what it means and it’s so sweet?!

The number 1624 represents love and romance. it can be explained in two ways: 1. Pinyin homophony: In Chinese, "one hundred sixty-two four" is harmonious to "all the way". the sound means smooth progress and smooth development on the road to love. therefore, some people will do it on the occasion of marriage proposal or anniversary.

Digit Split: Split the number, i.e. "1 6" and "24". "16" represents the meaning of "one heart and one mind". it means giving and serving wholeheartedly in love and "24" represents the hours of each day of your life. The number implies that the two of them will spend a whole life together. Day and night, we accompany each other and never leave.

some are also talking about the closed loop of yibo starting his bday with a photo in the desert. and then posting about it again on xz’s bday. 💛

it seems so similar to xz’s bday photoshoot before in a desert where he wore the GUCCI couple necklace. i don’t think i have to explain much, if you were there or read about it — you would know how chaotically sweet that year was.

and the first emoji yibo used ✊🏻✊🏻✊🏻 is the same as the gestured they did in this photo ⬇️⬇️⬇️

this photo too, maybe i’m wrong but when i saw it i was like — two sets of tableware? Is he on a date? lol. or maybe it’s the girlfriend fantasy they are serving here. you and gege on a date? HAHAHAHAHAHA!

FINALLY, xz studio shared 18 photos for the first set. and 9 on the second. they could easily made it 18 + 18 cause that’s the max and i’m sure they have lots of photos. but no. it’s 18 + 9 = 27 which is yibo’s age.

PLEASE SHUT UP. 🤣🤣🤣🤣

I honestly thought it was gonna be chill considering the kinds of cpns we picked up on part one. but this is kinda insane. lol. I think we will still get a video? the behind the scenes of the photoshoots ( hopefully ) and i’m excited to see it!!!!!!

END.

[sizhui]

hi angie!! im jjst chilling today but today i plan to go out n buy my bday books!!!

anyways as a fellow bl intellectual i would like to ask u what u think abt general bl stock characters / archetypes!! also as someone whos doing shakespeare this year im curious abt how u would blend currently existing bl story formats w like more traditional lit genres / conevtuons IF YOU COULD!! WOULD U!!

how do u think bl being a mostly Not white people thing has affected its conventions like idk emotional intensity, typical tropes idk!!

looks at u like this 🥺

HELLO DEAR LAB!!!! i saw your birthday books, very good choices, i hope you'll enjoy! Now let us discuss one BL intellectual to another ^_^ as usual, I'll stick to danmei, since I'm simply not well read in Japanese and Korean BL to speak confidently even though I have experience with them...!

When googling people's favorite tropes, most people mentioned Enemies to Lovers. I do like a good conflict, but I like very specific shades of it... I like characters who are ideological opposites, but still hold some affection for each other since early on... Although i have been interested in thousand autumns in which the two leads start as straight up bitter enemies, so I'll see how I'm going to like that! Now, something slightly different that i really enjoy is characters being thematic opposites - demonic cultivator and orthodox cultivator, god and demon, soldier and librarian you name it! I have seen people call this the yin yang trope i don't know if that's a widely used term? I also enjoy slow burn - see Golden Terrace disappointed me in that regard cause they started sleeping together in like chapter 30 come on where is the drama the intrigue :(? I don't care for friends to lovers much unless it's written really well but i really much prefer strangers to lovers!!! A lot of people sigh at the trope of one Character being like "I don't like men it's..only for you ❤️" but i honestly think that's a convention you just have to accept when diving into the world of BL. I like badass shous that aren't annoyingly shy and talkative, charming gongs (sorry lan zhan is ok but strong and silent gongs usually piss me off) I'm probably one of the 5 western fans who actually like the gong/shou dynamic because like. Let's be honest there's nothing wrong with seme/uke in JPN bl either other than ukes being drawn as shotabait often, but since novel art for CN novels usually draws everyone looking like adults I really don't see anything problematic with gong/shou, heteronormativity my ass... i also kinda like when they call each other husband and wife SORRY. I also like the trope of the couple adopting a young boy. I'm not gonna call it found family I'm not gonna even try. I hate master/disciple and i hate school settings. I usually prefer the characters to be rougher men already hardened by life! I like reincarnation and revenge but i don't like Isekai ... Ummm what else is there? Nothing comes to mind rn , if you have some specific tropes you want me to rate, I'm here :)

NOW YOUR SECOND QUESTION HAS ME REALLY INTRIGUED...if i could, i would merge literally every literary genre with BL to be honest. Since you specifically mentioned Shakespeare, i think it would be fucking amazing to see BL adapted into stage plays - i don't mean those funny anime stage plays, i mean straight up tragedies on Hamlet level. Oh i would kill to see that!!! I would also love to see like, someone with an interest in narratology and metafiction write a super meta BL novel like enstars but like really properly yaoi. I don't think that danmei novels written by amateurs have "bad writing" - they simply exist on a different terrain and seek to communicate different ideas from traditional published novels, but i would love to see the two merged in some spectacular novel that takes inspiration from classics!!

Now your third question i would rather turn into a discussion with you, because while I've consumed a lot of East Asian media since a young age i don't claim to have such a good understanding of the cultures to be able to trace how the culture influenced BL literary conventions, but I would love to hear your thoughts on it and compare to what i know! I definitely find it interesting to compare East Asian BL with LGBT media made by white Americans and Europeans, cause they tend to rely on very different things, with American and European gay content being very focused on the issue of homophobia and stuff like family and cheating and coming of age, while Asian BL, despite tackling those sometimes, is more internal conflict-driven, less focused on orientation. I actually prefer it a lot for that - there are only so many coming of age homophobia stories i can watch -_- boring! I see some western fans annoyed that Asian BL rarely discusses orientation and stuff like LGBT solidarity and such, but i like, don't care cause i feel like they're too focused on realism and forget that bl is a genre not meant to perfectly mirror irl gay relationships, but rather provide romantic fantasies for women! Something just came to mind, i recently chatted with a classmate who is a white American, and she said that she finds Asian media confusing because emotional intensity seems amplified to her in anime and donghua, and that she just feels that emotions are expressed differently than in the American media she's used to. I think she's weak and stupid for giving up on watching just because it's different from what she's used to, but since you mentioned emotional intensity, i would like to hear your thoughts about it!

I hope my answer wasn't disappointing, and looking forward to hearing back from you!