#small tattoo Singapore

[inkby-finch]

Joe finch tattoos

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[papaya-twinks]

Hello my dear!!

I have had this idea in my head for a while now... Singer!y/n and oscar were together for a short amount of time(in secret, in his f2 career) and they broke up so he could get back together with his ex, but you did a tattoo of him , something sweet like his initials, and then you meet again after 2 years, you are introduced to each other, and he catches your wrist and sees that your tattoo is in a bad place ( you tried to erase it with scratches ) and he feels so gulity?? And breakes up with his gf before confessing to you?

I need the angst, the feels and the smut afterwards

Thanks, byee

Warnings: Angst, uhhh, idk, self harm?

Pairing: Oscar Piastri x fem!reader

A/N - should I add smut and feels in a part two perhaps 🤔

You’d been struggling for ages, since Oscar left you. No one knew of your relationship, it was private during his F3 days. But still, you loved him do much, so, so much that you even had 81 tattooed small onto your wrist. You remember the day you went to get it done, he’d sat beside you, a proud smile on your face as you watched him, your eyes wide with the pain. “Doing so well, baby,” he’d said. Now? No more of that. 

“Hey Y/N!” a mechanic called, recognising you as a singer. “Hey,” you smiled, walking into the garage. You’d met Lando through a mutual friend, and he’d ended up inviting you to the race, to watch. “Hey,” you smiled, seeing the man himself. He was standing by Oscar, who you didn’t recognise, as you stood beside him. “It’s fucking hot, Jesus,” you groaned, the Singapore heat hitting your body like a ton of bricks. 

“Couldn’t agree more,” Lando tugged at his shirt, as Oscar watched. He didn’t recognise you either, just surprised to see a pretty girl. Probably one of Lando’s little fuck buddies, Oscar thought. “How’s the singing going?” Lando asked, in an attempt to bring a conversation into this. You assumed that HE assumed that Oscar knew who you were, being a singer and all that.

But nope. “It’s alright,” you shrugged, the heat making you kinda tired as you yawned, your hands coming to stretch back instinctively. “That’s when Oscar saw it. The same tattoo he’d watched his girlfriend get fro him. But it was different now, covered in scratches, bloodied, cut up. Not like before. You saw Oscar staring, making you blink and frown. A bit nosy. 

“Show me that ,” he demanded, not a flicker of the nice, polite man people spoke of on TV. You frowned, but did what he said, sticking your wrist out. “Y/N?” he stared at the cut up arm, the nail marks along it, as if you’d tried to pry the ink out of you. “Hi?” you said, confused, as Lando watched, equally as bemused. “Why’d you do this?” and held out your own wrist. 

“Dude, I don’t see why it’s your issue,” you said, immediately becoming defensive, “Oscar, mate, drop it, it’s her stuff,” Lando said coolly, prising your hand softly out of Oscar’s. That’s when it hit you. Oscar. “You,” was all you could muster, your eyes wide. He looked the same…but different, so very different. You stumbled back, eyes wide. “What are you doing here?” you asked, not thinking about how stupid of a question was.

“I race here,” he said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice as he spoke. You said nothing, still staring. “Okay,” was all you said, turning back Lando. “Why are you here?” Oscar asked, eyes narrowed. “Lando invited me,” you blinked. “Oscar. Mate, calm down, the second you see a remotely pretty girl, you don’t gotta-,” Lando started but Oscar cut him off. “A remotely pretty girl? You mean my ex?” Oscar snapped, rolling his eyes. 

“Sorry, what am I missing?” Lando asked, his euds wide at Oscar’s snap. He’d never seen his teammate raise his tone, even in a joking manner, so he was surprised. “Doesn’t matter,” you shrugged it off. “Yeah alright, then,” Oscar snapped, “if it doesn’t matter, I’m going,”. 

You didn’t say anything as he spoke. “Oh, and, please don’t go round fucking the whole grid like you’re collecting Pokémon,” he rolled his eyes, “I was enough, don’t start with Lando,”. You didn’t say anything again, his words stinging as Lando watched you sympathetically, watching Oscar walk away, cursing to himself. Wow. 

[bellgerent]

[ jessica henwick, 27, cis female, she/her] Welcome to Antioch, JASMINE KIM! Local sources report that you’ve been in town for twenty years and are known to be UNDAUNTED yet OBSTINATE. Others have dredged up rumors that you’re involved in SATANIC PANIC as a BASS PLAYER, but most know you for your work as a PART-TIME CASHIER at CRAZY 8’S INSTRUMENTS. We’ll see you around town soon!

BASICS.

Character Name: Jasmine Nickname (s): Jazz Face Claim: Jessica Henwick Birthday: November 30th Place of birth: Salem, Oregon, USA Zodiac: Sagittarius MBTI: Chaotic Neutral Moral Alignment: INTP-T Sexuality: Heterosexual Occupation: Bassist at Satanic Panic Place of work: Cashier at the Crazy 8’s Instruments Subplot affiliation: Satanic Panic! 3 positive traits: Undaunted, Faithful, Curious 3 negative traits: Obstinate, Obsessive, Impatient Languages: English Love language: Physical touch

TRIVIA

Her father’s family was originally from Singapore, but moved to America by the whim of meeting his future wife whilst she had been on holiday. The rest is history.

Sports a number of small tattoos, most mean nothing — made after drunken or intoxicated nights. Some mean something too deep for Jasmine to truly think of head-on, but it is what it is.

Has been playing instruments since she was little, and has a secret love for classical music.. Her prized bass guitar was bought for her on her 18th birthday, the first year after her dad died.

BIOGRAPHY

TW parental death

Born in Salem to a Professor of Criminal Justice and a therapist who specialised in hypnotherapy, Jasmine had a pretty vanilla upbringing. With two older brothers, she grew up as a tomboy, preferring to roughhouse over the doll parties the neighbours enjoyed. They weren’t rich by any means, but they made do and would (with economical help from her paternal grandparents) fly abroad to visit family in Singapore by the benevolence of familial bonds. Jasmine was entranced with the two very different worlds she came from, and though it was true that she suffered from a small bout of bullying as a young girl, she largely learned to fight back with the help of her brothers — with bloodied knuckles and scabbed over knees, no one really bothered to fuck with Jasmine Kim.  At seven years old her father lost his job, though Jasmine never truly learned why it was apparent that some rogue investment had gone wrong and her father had taken the fall. Though they had lived in Salem for fourteen years as a family, the Kim’s decided to uproot. With their set of particular skills they found work in the small coastal town Jasmine finds herself in today — by eight years old it was as if she had lived there her entire life.  Her father never really got over the loss of his job, but with his particular expertise he was directed towards the mysteries of the Vampire of Antioch — his keen sense of research lead him to take a role in trying to work out what happened, which lead him just a step too far into the way of certain mythologies that one would be better to turn away from. Her mother continued to work in hypnotherapy in their small house by the coast, which left little room for privacy all things considered.  One brother, named Matthew for their maternal grandfather, failed to truly adjust to the new life that had presented itself. Instead of thriving, he fell deep into a malaise of depression by both the change of scene and perhaps even the terror that lurked beneath. Unsettled by his father’s eagerness to act the detective over such gruesome tales, he takes a leap of faith and lands in Singapore with his paternal grandparents, where he worries for his siblings and mother in equal measure, but has began a journey of his own. Her second brother, James, remained — like his mother, he studied to become a therapist, and by the time he had enough to move out, he joined a practise back in Salem.  At seventeen, ten years since their move to the coastal town, black news struck the Kim household. Though he had always been a keen swimmer, her father had gone with some work companions to swim in the sea at night, a far from wise choice considering the circumstances and his wife’s warning of a turn in the weather. Still, he continued — having not returned home, the family feared the worst but yet carried forth as if nothing could’ve been the matter. By midday the police turned up at their door, her mother had been mid-therapy session, her brothers playing soccer out back and Jasmine had been listening to her music in her room. His body had been found washed up beneath the pier, bloated and entangled with the green of the sea. It did not break her, but to manoeuvre the lack of her father around her life was a task that shaped her into who she became.  Having always loved music, it’s no surprise that she ended up playing the bassist to the band, Satanic Panic! Strumming the life blood of the music into every performance, it has become something of a sanctuary as every other member of her family left the town in order to escape the ghost of her father. Still, Jasmine takes comfort in the strange malaise of the town, and even managed to hold her life together enough to get a job at Crazy 8’s whilst saving for a place of her own (for the meantime, she shares a small place with like minded vagabonds). 

CONNECTIONS

Wanted Connection #1: White Rabbit, Having lived in town since she was seven years old (twenty years, what!), I bet she has a few friends she’s known for a long time. Proper friends, friends who were the comfort to her when she lost her dad or when her brothers skipped town — they have witnessed her transformation from tomboy brat, boyband fanatic and the current phase of doom & gloom.  Wanted Connection #2: Fetch The Bolt Cutters, Someone she has never held the time of day for, someone who simply rubbed her up the wrong. By stealing a crush before her very eyes, to picking fights in the playground, she yet can’t weave a diplomatic stance between them. Jasmine is moody, however, and probably did her own share of bullying and harassment back in the day.  Wanted Connection #3: First love / first spring, that innocent juvenile crush that never quite blossomed into anything real, a feeling that remained even twenty years hence! Skirting around one another, before drumming up the courage to do something about it at the wrong time and the wrong place. 

[valpoupdates]

FEBRUARY CALENDAR POSTING...

So much to see, so much to do, so little time ! Lucky for you, here in the Valparaíso Region, we keep track of it just for you ! Unless stated otherwise, these activities are optional. Residents do not have to take part in these if they don't wish to ! These can be used for threads throughout the month but new threads can't be started for these activities once the month is up. Please track the valpocalendar tag to stay updated month to month ( ©️ )

Casablanca Activities:

February 3rd-4th: Aire Libre will be hosting two romance-a-thon nights, one in Spanish and one in English (with Spanish closed captioning).  There will be a Valentine’s Day themed snack box consisting of a metal heart popcorn bowl, pink popcorn, a variety of candy, and heart-shaped alfajores provided by Dulce Sueño’s Sweets and Treats.

February 3rd 5 PM: La vida de los peces: Andrés se reencuentra con su antiguo amor. 7 PM: Play: Dos personas buscan amor, pero nunca se encuentran. 10:00 PM: Los Fuertes: Lucas y Antonio empiezan un gran amor. February 4th 5 PM: Shrek: Un ogro y un burro tienen una aventura. 7 PM: Crazy Rich Asians: El novio de Rachel Chu, una profesora de economía, tiene un gran secreto. 10 PM: The Notebook: Duke lee una historia romántica a una paciente.

February 8th: Casablanca Blooms and Coffee will be hosting two Valentine’s Day-themed events: from 5 PM - 6 PM will be a bouquet-making class where you can create a beautiful bouquet for a loved one, and from 6 PM - 7 PM will be a coffee blending class where you can create your own sweet blend.

February 14th: Dulce Sueño’s Sweets and Treats is hosting a Valentine’s Day dessert decorating session from 12 PM - 2 PM.  Come decorate cookies, brownies, and mini-cakes; then take home your goodies and share them with your loved ones.

Quilpué Activities:

February 9th: Caos Tattoos is hosting the Anti-Romance Tattoo Sale.  There will be affordable flash sheets around themes of anti-love and heartbreak.

February 18th: The Annual Beastly Brunch is happening again at the Quilpué Zoo from 11 PM - 1 PM.  Feast on delicious bites and sip brunch cocktails while learning and celebrating the feathered friends you have in your own backyard!  Brunch will be served.

February 22nd: Plantas Altas is having their Customer Appreciation Day. Plants will be up to 40% off, and there will be complimentary food and a DJ.  First 40 customers get a free t-shirt or tote bag with the store logo.

Valparaíso Activities:

February 1st: A Santa Moneda resident has some dozen leftover tickets for Carnival in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil, and has offered to fly people out to Carnival for a small fee. Carnival takes place February 9th-17th, and it is one of the largest yearly festivals in Brazil that celebrates their history, culture, and traditions. The itinerary is already made, hotel rooms have been booked, and VIP events have been reserved; all you need to do is reach out to Santa Moneda Front Desk and we can get you in touch with the resident. Serious inquiries only!

February 10th: Parque Cultural de Valparaíso is hosting a Lunar New Year Festival from 12 PM - 9 PM, celebrating the Year of the Wood Dragon. There will be foods from many different countries that celebrate the holiday, including China, Singapore, South Korea, Vietnam, and Malaysia, stalls that sell clothes, art, and knick-knacks, lion dancing, and presentations and reading corners for people of all ages to learn more about the history, culture, and traditions behind the holiday from each country. The festival will close out with fireworks.

February 23rd: The Universidad de Bellas Artes Poets play against the Pontifical Catholic University Pumas at 6 PM. Come show your school spirit or come support your local fútbol team.

February 24th: Biblioteca Santiago Severín is hosting a community shred day from 8 AM - 8 PM. With a small donation, you can bring any personal papers and documents to be shredded.  Volunteers are still needed; if interested, please sign up on our website, <santiagoseverin.cl>. 

Viña del Mar Activities:

February 11th-24th: The Ballet de Valparaíso will be performing Cinderella at The Teatro Municipal. Come laugh, be surprised, and fall in love with a new interpretation of an age-old fairytale.

February 14th: There will be speed dating in the Jardín Botánico Nacional from 2 PM - 4 PM, with complimentary coffee provided by Combi Coffee. Casual attire; no sign ups necessary.

February 17th: There is free admission for all tours, all day, at Castillo Wulff. If you and your kids or friends are looking for a fun way to pass the time, come learn about the beautiful, historic castle overlooking the sea.

February 25th - March 1st: The Quinta Vergara Amphitheater is hosting the LXII Festival Internacional de la Canción de Viña. It is the oldest and largest music festival in Latin America; the 6-day festival is broadcasted on the radio, television, and online streaming platforms. This year’s headlines include Maná, Peso Pluma, Allison Mandel, Andrea Bocelli with special guest Matteo Bocelli, Maria Becerra, and more!

February 29th: The restaurant inside the Casino de Viña del Mar is a popular place for people to get proposed to, and on Leap Year, that popularity dramatically increases as women will propose to their significant others.  No one knows when this tradition started, but it’s been going on for years; the restaurant even has a special menu for this day. Come grab a table and watch some potential impromptu proposals! Who cares if the rumors say most of them are staged!

[0reo]

Is this thing on?

I remembered the email address to this account out of nowhere. I used one password for everything before so that wasn’t a problem. I think I was 15 when I made this to escape the first Tumblr I had, which had more followers and somehow felt suffocating. Funny because I remember wishing this had more followers then.

Just a small life update. I am 24 now and on my last semester of veterinary school. Ironic that I chose this career out of love for animals but every day I just see more of them suffer. It has certainly not been the easiest but I try to keep my head up. Seems like that’s all we can do these days.

In a month’s time, I will be temporarily moving to Singapore for my externship. I’ve been really looking forward to that—just getting away from everything. I’ll also be nearer to the boy I like but that’s a story for another time.

Being back here feels very weird. Like I’m in an abandoned mall but everything is still pristine. Or when the party’s over and I’m still at the venue with balloons and streamers on the floor. I’ve met wonderful people from this site and I regret losing touch with many of them. Actually, I’ve lost many friends these past few years, from Tumblr or otherwise. Is that a pandemic thing or is that just me? Nonetheless, I now hold the remaining ones I have very close to my heart and I hope they know it.

So much has changed. I have tattoos now! And 3 dogs! I don’t think my 15-year-old self would have ever expected those. Anyway, it’s 4 AM here right now and I need to sleep. I hope tomorrow’s a good day for me and you both!

[beautywellnessblog]

How Should You Take Care of Your Skin in Singapore After Getting a Laser Treatment?

Laser medicines are in the top five categories of nonsurgical medications.

Many uses for laser treatments on the skin include hair removal, tattoo removal, and the correction of blemishes, scars, small kinks, and inflammation. If you've just had laser therapy or are thinking about getting one, you should know how to take care of your skin afterward. If you're interested in laser skin rejuvenation, see Mizu.

Which laser works best for skin repair prior to aftercare?

The best laser for eliminating wrinkles, curing crow's feet, repairing sun damage, and generally rejuvenating skin is the Fraxel Repair laser. Yes, Fraxel does take some time off, but your skin will look 10 years younger, tighter, and entirely regenerated after a few days of appearing like you have a sunburn.

Following laser treatment

The most common adverse reaction to laser therapy is a rash that resembles a mild sunburn and lasts for a few days, along with swelling, redness, irritation, and stinging. The following are five essential pointers for caring for your skin following laser treatment:

1. Regularly clean the area that was treated.

After treatment, make sure to wash your skin two to five times daily. Your primary care provider can advise using water, saline, or a weaker solution for cleaning.

2. Use the appropriate sunscreen.

Because the area treated will need further consideration after the application of the sunscreen, you will need something to treat sensitive skin. Choosing the best sunscreen will help your skin heal.

3. Reduce swelling and redness

The common side effects of swelling and redness can be reduced with the help of cool ice packs. Normal application ought to take care of these problems while your new skin frames.

4. Soak your skin after treatment.

You will have salves given to the area shortly after the treatment is finished to aid in the healing process and prevent disease. You'll need to maintain the skin moisturized with supported creams and protective skin health management medications after you stop using the salve.

5. Don't select the area that has been treated.

The treated area will strip while you're healing and new skin is growing in. No matter how tempted you may feel, refrain from picking at your skin. Allow it to properly recover by giving it time.

If you experience any discomfort, over-the-counter pain relievers are effective. If you smoke, avoid doing so while the repair process is underway. It will only slow down the interaction further and possibly complicate it. Observe the advice of your expert strictly.

The benefits of laser treatment for pigmentation

Laser treatments are non-intrusive, short-term methods that require little time for recovery. The majority of routine exercises can be continued immediately following therapy. Where you received treatment will soon be framed by new skin, and once your skin heals, the results will last for a very long time.

Make an appointment with your doctor right away if you are experiencing issues following laser treatment or if you have concerns.

[tabbsumraseotech]

Small Tattoo Removal

In Singapore, 3Beauties offers Small Tattoo Removal services. When attempting to remove small tattoos, modern methods like laser therapy are usually used to break down the ink particles. Small tattoo removal refers to the process of eliminating a small sized tattoo from the skin. Various methods are employed for tattoo removal, including laser therapy, dermabrasion, and surgical excision. I advise looking up online reviews, getting in touch with them directly, or going to their official website.

[ailtrahq]

In a recent X post, the cofounder and chief executive of Binance exchange, the largest crypto trading platform by volume, addressed how the logo of Binance was created.After the logo was created, CZ and his friends Luke and Gareth — among which is, allegedly, one of Binance's cofounders — got together in Singapore to get tattoos of the Binance logo on their arms. That happened back in 2018.According to CZ, the logo was created 16 months before that, in the summer of 2017, the year when the platform was kickstarted with the help of an ICO — a popular method for raising funds in the crypto industry back then.Here's how Binance logo came to beCZ admitted that he and the other founders tried a lot of different variations to create a logo for their crypto exchange. The idea was to represent the bids and asks on Binance using two squares. As for the title Binance itself, it stands for "Binary Finance."CZ wrote that they put a square on top of another square to make it look pretty much like a "digital eight." Even though this is a lucky digit in Chinese culture, they did not like the result. Binance's designer Tang suggested a couple of other variations, CZ says, and he noticed the two diagonal squares on top of each other, with a slight overlap on figure two. This appealed to CZ more than just the two squares on top of each other, since the overlap already symbolized the bids and asks.The next idea they used was making these small squares overlap each other on a bigger square, like two game pieces on a game board; this would symbolize a crypto exchange operating like a "playground" for trading. However, even then the logo looked "weak" to CZ. Then, Binance designers simply thickened the lines of all the squares. That was it, CZ proudly wrote.Binance and CoinMarketCap historyOnce they agreed on the idea for the logo, Luke stated that he was up to getting a Binance logo tattoo on his arm. CZ and Gareth joined him. Luke, who was in fact Luke Wagman, founder of CoinMarketCap, then also got a tattoo of his platform on his arm. Curiously, a few years later, Binance bought CoinMarketCap. Source

[inkby-finch]

Tattoo shop at peninsula shopping centre

Many depressed people throughout the world are figuring out how to stop being affected by depression and anxiety. Sometimes getting a tattoo might help with depression. The entire process empowers the individual experiencing pain to take care of them. By getting tattoos from tattoo shop at peninsula shopping centre and forget your pain and concentrate on your healing process. You are reminded of the pledges that you followed and how you managed to endure a terrible experience. By making these changes, you can defeat your mental obstacles and go on to have a happy life.

[rakeshraseo321]

Tired of Your Tattoo? Get Safe and Effective Small Tattoo Removal in Singapore

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[zensoup]

Learning to die.

Shadows swam from corner to corner of the room like leeches in a lake.

It was just raw fear of dying. Perhaps actually a wish? Maybe the scary part was that I wished it?

Life and death are not opposite. Death is the opposite of birth, not of life. Life doesn’t have an opposite. My diary was full of all sorts of philosophical quips, but nothing to take the hatchet out of my chest.

And so pain endured. It debated if it found someone worth it. It made a nest, in an apartment on 29th floor of a high-rise overlooking Singapore lights. How long will it take to hatch?

I was a student of one of the world’s best business schools. With lots of things I thought I knew. But actually, a lost old soul, who didn’t know how to trust a friend. A loner who loved the illusions of his own kaleidoscopic imagination, passionate moments of creation and self-induced nostalgia from revisiting old school yards and imaginary cemeteries of neon signs.

With absolutely no idea of what I should be doing next with life, and in a relationship that felt like a tight choker.

I was sweating from an anxiety fit, every 3am, regularly for weeks. Night after night scared shitless of dying of a heart attack. Like my Grandfather on a cold January morning.

“Grandfather never taught me how to die, it happened to him too soon.” I said that out loud to myself that night.

And then I saw him, looking at me from outside the window, in the black night.

A handsome man. Moustache and sleek dark hair combed back in the art-deco style. Fire of heart forged his brow. Depth of his nature glimmered in the greens of his eyes. And history of survival, terror and war smudged on his prison tattoo. A vision of my ancestor, appearing alive.

We talked.

“I miss you” I cried, and started talking to him, “…I didn’t know what was happening… I was just standing in my pyjamas in your office upstairs, ran onto the balcony. The snow was melting, I was barefoot, and the red rusty railing was cold. You were carried out of the house, I didn’t know where they were taking you, and why you had to be carried, we just cuddled that morning…”

“I didn’t sleep the whole night. And then the next day my Aunt came, walked into the living room, sat my grandmother in the main armchair, kneeled in front of her, and said something with tears in her eyes…”

“My uncle then pulled me out of the room, just as I heard a wail, a piercing saw of pain, that stabbed at my own face in the corridor mirror. First time I felt death, was when I saw my own reflection in a mirror, looking back blankly. “

“A long shriek and a cry at the end, with a pause of silence so deep. My uncle turned to me and said laconically: ‘Grandfather died’.”

I didn’t feel a thing, and my mirror reflection wasn’t mine.

A small boy, wearing red tight shorts and a white tight shirt. A little polish boy dressed in the colours of its pained fatherland, who has lost yet another man to the terrors of the system.

“I know”, the reflection said and disappeared.

The system. It took me a long long time, to learn to use this word with love.

My grandfather spent most of his life in a forest, tending to it and ranging to its animals. We sometimes went to catch butterflies, that we would then freeze and pin to a glass-covered display cabinets hanging on the walls of his office. He had dozens and dozens of butterflies, beetles and dragonflies displayed across the room, by the time he passed away there was no more room for any more. And a huge boar on the wall, as well as antlers of various animals.

He still appears in my dreams as a bear. Big and strong bear, who is waiting for me in my orchards of symbols.

We often dove into the forest, holding hands. His hand was like a warm sea. And the forest’s spirited chirps, cracks, haunts and howls echoed in us both through the connection we shared.

Nature, nature burning with light, how I miss thy embracing lullaby…

In my own heart.

I turn around and fall asleep. I was ok after that visit.

I knew I will always have him. He came from a scar in the sky, a rapture in the black shawl that covered the metropolis, reminding us that even in the deepest madness of men detached from their nature, we are still all but children.

[beabnormal24]

I just saw this picture a minute ago and my brain yelled at me to write this so- sorry for the inconvenience.

It’s just by coincidence and a bit of luck that George’s phone starts to ring the exact moment Aleix deems his exhaustion evident enough to let him have a short break from his pull-ups.

Although he’s the only one who can actually hear Elton John’s voice softly singing Rocket Man inside his earplugs, Aleix still raises an eyebrow at him, curious.

He takes the phone from under the bench, very much intending to just hang up and shoot a quick message to whomever seems so keen on disrupting his routines.

But then, his gaze catches on the caller’s id on the screen, still flashing dark with a familiar image, a smile filling up almost half of it. The sweat on his forehead has never felt so cold.

“I have to take this.” George says, getting up as he tosses the AirPods somewhere. He makes quick work to swipe on the green, raising a hand before Aleix can say anything. “Sorry, sorry. I’ll be quick, I swear.”

And then he takes the first door out of the gym. He finds himself in a lockers room, damp with humidity from the showers, though the lingering stillness in the air and the empty cabinets against the walls tell him he’s alone.

Which is as good as he can get, for what little he cares about comfort as he sits on the first bench to his right, pressing the phone to his ear.

“Hey.”

“George.” It’s soft spoken, familiar in an almost lazy way that has George exhaling a long breath that he might’ve been holding for more than he would like to admit - from Singapore, even.

“Hey,” he repeats stupidly. The smile that he can feel crossing over his face is probably just as dumb. “To what do I owe this call?”

“Did you get a tattoo without telling me?” Daniel asks, straight to the point in the way he has always been, even when George had trouble looking at him without feeling to small.

Allegedly, not very much has changed since then. George still thinks that Daniel si too bright for him and Daniel likes to make fun of the way his shoulders scrunches even when he is so tall - stand up straight, Russell George.

But in this case, it is indeed a relief to know that things are just the same.

“No?” George asks, chuckling. “Why would you think that?”

There’s a stilling silence, nothing coming from the other side of the line, and George wonders whether Daniel is sitting on his bed, tucked comfortably in his family farm on the other side of the hemisphere; or if he’s standing on one of those dusty hills, propped against his silly motorbikes and dirtying his hands with a dark black that does not belong to racing cars anymore.

And then, a soft voice again. “Saw a picture online.” Daniel admits. He sounds sheepish, or it may just be George’s imagination. “A butterfly, on your arm.”

“Oh.” George exhales. “Yeah, no. Just went to a- what was it called? Butterfly garden? In Austin. They used this stamp and, well, that’s that.”

“Okay,” Daniel sighs, chuckling breathlessly to himself. “Shit, I thought you were going and getting a tattoo without me.”

George chuckles, leaning his head against one of the lockers. The handle digs into the back of it, a stinging nuisance, but it’s easy to forget about it when Daniel laughs into his ear. Crystalline, genuine. “Nah, I would never betray you like that. I made an oath, didn’t I?”

“I was afraid you would forget about me.” Daniel says, quieter.

George closes his eyes, swallowing around nothing as his heart settles into a gentle rythm, the one that his chest seems to love the most when Daniel is next to him.

And, apparently, even a phone call will do.

“I couldn’t do it even I wanted to.” George admits, a fair trade: vulnerable for vulnerable.

Do you miss me, too, then?

“Yeah.” Daniel says.

George realises that he must’ve asked it out loud.

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YouWeMe Part 2: A Rose Red Door

Idol(s): Elly [Weki Meki]

Word Count: 3.7k+ words

Content Advisory: 🍑 Stuff

Previous Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 1: The Girl with the Butterfly Tattoo (Yoojung)

A/N: For those viewing this on browser, there's a small easter egg in the story. In case you don't find it, I'll include it in the A/N at the end of the story.

“Is this a cute pussy?”

Yoojung never did get an answer. Not like it would've made a difference—anything could be cute when jammed on your cock. She slipped out of her yellow shorts that bunched down to her ankles when she stood. Or was it green? No, it was definitely mint. Faint mint. She ran through the list of steps to the choreography of their next comeback. What was it again? Drop it low. Thrust hard and fast into her. Something in between that. “What step am I missing, Yoojung?” She turned back toward you while continuing to ride you, trading in the bus seat next to you for a seat on your lap instead.

“You gotta wake up,” she answered in an ethereal echo.

*smack*

A stack of papers interrupts your reverie of Yoojung. It loudly bangs against the desk next to the little red notebook that hasn't left your side for the last two weeks.

“You gotta wake up!” A lovely start to the workday: a loud lecture from your boss. “The higher-ups want this Risk Assessment Report finalized by Friday, we can’t afford to lose this contract with Idol Club. Their Singapore branch opens in a couple months and they’ve got a lot riding on it.”

It’s too early for this shit. “Sure, boss.”

“You doing okay?” he asks, noticing the dark circles around your tired eyes that refuse to stay open for longer than five seconds at a time.

“Yeah, just been working long nights, that’s all.” Technically the truth. He didn’t need to know the real reason for staying so late. In fact, no one needed to know you’ve been taking the last bus home every night for the last two weeks, hoping to run into Yoojung so that you could return her notebook and maybe even ask her to dinner.

But even good intentions have ulterior motives. Lost notebook or not, a dripping wet pussy is one hell of a drug—even one hit leads to an addiction. It’s evident from every dream of Yoojung since that night. Chasing that high again is the only justifiable reason to take a bus home that late.

So far, it’s been fruitless. She’s probably too busy prepping for that Weki Meki comeback. But with every passing day, it’s getting harder to remember the exact details of that night—a slight change here and there every time you dream about it and before you know it, Yoojung is a forgotten memory, just another ship passing in the night. You refuse to accept that fate. You know where she works, maybe it’s time to be proactive.

“Actually, do you mind if I take a sick day? I’m not really feeling well.”

“Look, I appreciate you staying late and getting work done, but you gotta stop overworking yourself. Work can always wait; mental health is important. Remember that. Go relax, stay at home and watch Netflix all day, enjoy a nice hike with friends. Or better yet, go fuck as many beautiful women as you can.” It's almost like your boss knew about Yoojung. “Because life's too short to spend 80 hours a week in this shithole job. So you take as much time as you need, I'll take care of the Idol Club report.”

“Appreciate it, boss man.” You grab Yoojung’s notebook as you head out, Googling the address to Fantagio Headquarters. Turns out it’s a short subway ride. Staying late at work just to catch a bus that Yoojung may not even be on now seems like a silly idea in retrospect.

Gangnam is a sprawling district full of luxury shops and pretty idols. You've wandered around here aimlessly before out of curiosity, but standing in front of Fantagio HQ is a new experience. It towers over most other buildings on the street, providing shade from the sweltering summer sun. Across the street, a small encampment of Ki-Lings and Arohas line the sidewalk with Canons and Nikons, watching the building for any sign of their favorite idols.

A burly security guard stands at the entrance. He stops you as you approach, asking if you have an appointment. You explain that you have Yoojung’s notebook and would like to return it to her personally. He radios someone on his walkie-talkie for confirmation but he steps aside eventually.

The receptionist in the lobby is much nicer. She signs you in, handing you a guest badge and directing you to the elevators before retreating behind her desk. While waiting for the elevator, you inspect the building directory plastered on the wall; it’s an overwhelmingly endless list of rooms and offices, none of it relevant. An elevator finally arrives. The doors close behind you upon entering before realizing the receptionist never gave directions. Floor 2 seems like the most logical place to start.

As the doors open, a rush of sweet vanilla and sandalwood fragrance floods the elevator. A river of two-toned walnut flooring separates the long corridor with snow white walls and two rose red doors lining either side. Music leaks out from nearly every room, polluting the hallway with a cacophony of the combined sounds. These are definitely the practice rooms.

Only male voices can be heard through the doors nearest the elevator. It’s not worth bothering to check those rooms. Practice room 3 is dark and empty. There’s only one unvetted practice room left on the floor now. You knock on the door labelled “Practice Room 4,” but there's no answer. Best to check inside just to be sure.

The windowless room is disappointingly dull and empty. It’s just slightly bigger than a walk-in pantry, its walls lined with heather gray fabric from floor to ceiling, providing some very basic sound-proofing.

At the other end, a Yamaha keyboard and a cellphone on a tripod sit on the surface of a grey metal desk, the cell phone screen playing a video of a man ramming his cock into a naked woman from behind. In front of the desk, an unknown woman with bluish-black hair sits on a black leather chair that’s squeaking and rocking back and forth. Her back is facing the door and her legs splay in a V shape atop the desk, her clothes tossed in a pile on the floor beneath.

The sight of this unknown masturbating woman is enough to make your cock twitch and heart quicken. You shut the door and audibly clear your throat hoping she’ll hear you. The woman continues her business, obviously oblivious to your presence.

“Hello?”

Still no answer. Slowly approaching her, you realize why: her AirPods jut out of her ears, drowning her out to the outside world. You hesitate at first but finally tap her on the shoulder. She jolts up with cat-like reflexes out of her chair in surprise.

“What the fuck!” she screams.

Within a fraction of a second, she turns to face you, her body bumping up against the desk and her hands hurriedly attempting to cover her private parts. Her eyebrows furrow into visible annoyance as she glares at you. In the scuffle and confusion, the chair rotates around. A purple vibrator rolls off the seat and thuds onto the floor, still vibrating.

It's Yoojung's band mate Elly, her expression now evolving into full anger.

“Fucking knock next time!”

“I did but you didn't answer.”

“And so you thought you’d just come in?! Who the fuck are you?!”

You've seen many of this girl's V LIVEs and Kiki Cams, but you've never seen her so visibly upset. There’s just something so hot about a mad and naked Elly.

“I'm so sorry, I'm just looking for Yoojung, I thought you might’ve been her. I have her notebook and just wanted to return it to her.” You wave Yoojung’s notebook in your right hand.

Suddenly, her demeanor changes. Her shoulders drop slightly as her eyebrows relax and the lines on her forehead disappear. She scans you from head to toe as her eyes widen to a realization.

“Oh. Bus guy,” she lets out, a devilish smirk starting to form on her face.

Yoojung definitely told her. Every Weki Meki member must know by now. You’ll forever be known as bus guy in their eyes. A sea of uneasiness and embarrassment washes over your body. You’re not sure what to say.

In the silence, her naked body inches toward you, a waft of her sweet lilac perfume growing stronger as she approaches. You attempt to back away but you bump into the wall behind you. Before you can retreat, Elly closes ground, slamming her palms against the wall on either side of you. Her arms form a prison preventing your escape, but in the process, she unleashes her own body from the shackles of her arms that once guarded her forbidden flesh.

Elly’s flawless skin is soft and milky, almost fragile like porcelain and fair enough to rival Twice’s Dahyun’s beautiful skin tone. It contrasts well with her cheery pink nipples on her medium-sized breasts. As your eyes gaze further down, you notice her figure slightly widen at the hip, leading to a thin, neatly-trimmed strip just above Elly’s creamy, tight pink crawl space. Her soft, neat folds glisten from her interrupted solo performance. She stares back with a suggestive and seductive gaze after your eyes finish inspecting her body.

“Wh—what are you doing?”

“Well, I was practicing...”

You look past her shoulder toward the black leather chair behind her. The leather at the front of the seat where her crotch would be is more worn out than the rest of the chair and stained with what you presume to be her bodily fluids absorbed deeply into the fabric.

“Yeah, I can see you must ‘practice’ a lot in here,” you retort.

She playfully sasses back, “Well, the door doesn’t say ‘Dance Practice Room’ on it, does it? It doesn’t say ‘Vocal Practice Room’ either, does it?”

“No, I suppose not,” you answer.

She continues with a reply to a question you haven’t even asked. “I have a V LIVE scheduled in here at the top of the hour. I get nervous doing them by myself, so I like to rub one out before every V LIVE to relieve my stress.” Elly does a ton of V LIVEs. And judging by her worn out chair, she must really love doing V LIVEs. No wonder she always looks so relaxed on her streams.

She continues, “But you interrupted my orgasm, so now it’s only fair Yoojung’s play toy helps me finish.”

Her cold hand presses against your pants, causing your back to straighten against the wall. Your pants suddenly get tighter. She propels her hips towards yours, carefully positioning her pussy lips so that it surrounds your cock like a bun cradling a hot dog. Those damn pants. If only the fabric separating your two genitals would disappear. She briefly rubs her crotch against you before pulling back, her juices leaving a small wet spot on your pants where she rubbed.

“I have a name, you know,” is the only thing you can think of saying.

Elly ignores you as she makes her way back to the desk, picking up the vibrator still wobbling on the floor. She recklessly pushes the keyboard toward the wall at the back edge of the table. In the space she creates, she hops on, her arms propping her up and her folded legs dangling over the desk. She looks at your stunned body, still backed up against the wall she had you pinned up against.

A couple seconds pass and neither of you has said or done anything.

“Well? I’m waiting,” she finally says with a smile, gesturing with her curled index finger to come toward her.

Not one to turn down an invitation to a sexy soiree for two, you stumble towards the desk. Elly seductively unfolds and spreads open her legs, revealing the meaty gates where heaven lies behind, beckoning to make them pearly white with your cum.

You unzip your pants, letting your cock escape its tightening confines. But as you take aim to insert yourself into Elly, she pushes her hands against your stomach, stopping you from entering her.

“Woah, woah, woah. What are you doing?” she asks.

“I thought you said I—”

Elly cuts you off, “I said you were gonna help me finish, I never said anything about sticking your dick in me.” Your cock slowly softens at the misunderstanding.

“I’m the one who needs this to relax for my V LIVE, remember?” she explains.

She leans back further, her body now propped up by her elbows. She lifts her feet onto the edge of the table, her legs still spread in front of you.

“Only ‘Mr. Purple Pussy Eater’ gets to penetrate my pussy,” she says, handing you the purple vibrator in her hand. “Get to work, bus guy.”

You stubbornly obey her command.

She shuts her eyes while biting her lower lip in pleasure. “Oh yeah, right there,” she moans. She violently starts to rub her clit, her chest visibly motioning up and down in response.

“Don’t stop, I’m almost there.”

She leans back further, lifting her legs and wrapping them around your neck. Her grip tightens around you as you continue to make up for interrupting her when you first walked in.

Any and all memory of Yoojung begins to fade for the moment, temporarily replaced by the sight of Elly getting off on the purple dildo you obediently thrust in and out of her. Yoojung who? Elly is the new flavor of the week. Now if only she'd let you fuck her.

“Come on, Elly,” you beg, “let me stick it in you.” Your cock grazes the inner part of her soft, sweaty thighs.

Elly smirks at you. Your cock slowly springs back to life in anticipation as she grabs the vibrator out of your hand. She withdraws it from herself in the process; Mr. Purple Pussy Eater emerges from Elly drenched in her fluids. Elly unwraps her legs around your neck and dismounts from the desk, leaving a steamy imprint of her ass on the cold metal surface. She wraps her fingers around your hard shaft as she drags you with her to the wall. As she frees you from her heavenly grasp, Elly faces you, her sweaty back making contact with the fabric surface.

“Do you know my position in Weki Meki?”

It's a weird time to be having a quiz, but you play along anyway. "Lead vocalist." It's a no-brainer, everyone knows that.

She playfully shakes her head. "Wrong. Try again."

Wrong? You shrug at her in confusion. There's no other logical position.

“I’m the Main Ass of Weki Meki.”

She turns around, her breasts pressing against the wall. Elly’s legs spread slightly apart with her beautiful booty perking up towards you and her arms outstretched above her at the same angle against the wall. Her body forms a perfect X.

She wasn’t lying about her assets—she definitely has the most voluptuous ass in the group. Granted, you’ve only seen Yoojung’s bare bottom, but Elly’s stage performances of “Oopsy” attracted you to her gratuitous ass. Now seeing it uncovered, you stand there debating if it’s top 5 in the industry.

While maintaining her position, she turns her head so that she can see you.

“Stick it in my Main Ass.”

She points you to the tube of lube in one of the drawers. After applying it, you grab her curvy hips from behind and whisper in her ear, “Are you ready for this solo, Main Ass?”

She giggles and backs up into you. You slap her right cheek and it ripples like a soft block of tofu. It leaves a stinging pink imprint, but she moans and giggles in jubilation.

You slide into her slowly, constantly checking with her to make sure she’s okay with it. She clenches her fingers onto the wall as you disappear deeper into her. Elly purrs in delight.

“That’s it, deeper.” As the Main Ass, she's used to abusing her own asshole; if you aren't all the way in, it isn't deep enough for Elly.

You exhale in ecstasy, your eyes closed as you push further, unable to open them with how good she feels. You start to motion in and out, but Elly wants you to go faster. You oblige.

Elly screams with each thrust, “Fuck. Yes. That’s it.”

Your crotch is met with her pillowy soft ass, feeling like you're bouncing off a trampoline made of soft cotton as you drive her into the wall, a thunderous clap sound being produced with each and every thrust. You pinch the soft under parts of her cheeks. You aren’t sure how much longer you could hold on at this rate.

“I’m almost close, then you can cum,” Elly says, as if she heard what you were thinking.

Still pinned to the wall, she reaches out her arm for her vibrator on the table. She turns it on, sticking it between her as you continue to pound her from behind. She instructs you to take control of her vibrator. You reach around with your hand and rapidly stick it in and out of her. You find the dial and turn it up to the highest setting.

“Oh my God! I’m gonna cum!” Elly yells. Her legs pull in together, making her ass feel tighter against your cock. Her body looks more like a Y than an X now.

Suddenly the floodgates open, the levees unable to hold her any longer. She gushes from the double penetration, splattering all over the wall. She lets out a heavenly sigh, her juice continuing to drip down her inner thighs.

Her legs start to turn into jello after the orgasm. She's loose and relaxed, ready to start her V LIVE. But not just yet. Not without your orgasm first. She starts to slide down the wall as her legs give in, but you thrust upward and hold her up by her hips, continuing to fuck her in the ass that's now relaxed and easier to thrust into.

You can feel the vibrator pressed against the other side of her walls, massaging your cock and pushing you closer to orgasm. She can feel your warm breath against her neck. Elly pushes you off her knowing you're about to cum.

“Cum on my ass,” she demands.

You stroke your cock a little more before you can’t hold it in any longer. All that cum you’ve been saving for Yoojung the last couple weeks finally rushes out. Wow, Yoojung. A bad time for her to finally pop back into your head. Yoojung is who you came to see, but it's not like she's your girlfriend or anything. Still, you feel a little guilty.

But not guilty enough.

You continue stroking through your orgasm, your cum flying uncontrollably everywhere. Thick, hot strands of seed completely cover Elly’s voluptuous ass just like she requested, some of it splattering on the fabric walls surrounding her.

An art critic might have confused the scene with a Jackson Pollock painting, the fresh paint still drying on the soft, curvy canvas as you put on the finishing touches. It’s no Pollock, that’s for sure. But it's a masterpiece. Your masterpiece. You back away from her in exhaustion, admiring the number you had done on Elly as you collapse in front of the wall opposite of her.

“Wow, you had a lot of cum for me. I guess your cock really loved my ass.” Elly smiles as she grabs numerous tissues in the desk drawer to wipe herself off.

You notice her sweat leaving an imprint on the fabric wall; an outline of her body as well as her pressed breasts are evidently soaked into the fabric. In addition to the cum from both of you dripping down the wall, it would be clear to anyone what happened in this “practice” room.

The both of you start cleaning up and getting dressed as Elly’s solo V LIVE draws closer.

“Well, it’s been fun, bus guy, but you really need to go. I have a V LIVE in like 30 seconds.”

She shoos you out of the practice room. As you stand outside in the corridor, you repeat to Elly, “I have a name, you know…”

Elly playfully replies, “I don’t care” before slamming the rose red door in your face.

“But—hey! Do you know where Yoojung is?” you yell through the door, but she doesn’t reply. She smartly locks the door having learned her lesson. No luck on Yoojung’s whereabouts.

You make your way down the long corridor back to the elevators deciding to try another floor to find Yoojung. As you wait for the elevator to arrive, you suddenly receive a notification on your phone:

[WEKI MEKI] 🔴 Starting LIVE : Play with me😊✌️

Elly has managed to look decent for her fans, but she hasn’t noticed that the sweaty imprint of her naked body on the wall hasn’t yet evaporated. It proudly sits in the background of her V LIVE for the whole world to see, along with her explosive orgasm dripping down the wall and shots of your cum still splattered across the fabric. Poor Elly. She’s gonna get roasted for this one. Serves her right for not giving you any information about Yoojung, though. You chuckle as hundreds, maybe thousands, of comments flood her stream, commenting on the good dick she must’ve received from some lucky bastard. Suddenly the stream cuts off and you hear Elly shriek in horror from the other end of the corridor. All because of an unlocked rose red door.

The elevator door opens as you gaze up from your phone, noticing Doyeon standing in the elevator, her arms crossed and giving off an aura of unconcerned chic. Her eyes meet your gaze briefly as you step into the elevator. The button for the 3rd floor is already pressed. It's as good a choice as any. Not like you have any idea where you're going.

As the elevator makes its way up one floor, the lights go out completely and the carriage suddenly jerks and stops. In the darkness, you hear Doyeon frantically trying to press buttons, but nothing happens.

Resigned to her fate, Doyeon sighs under her breath, just loud enough for you to hear. “Fucking great.”

You're still intent on finding Yoojung, but only one thought crosses your mind at that moment.

“Fucking great, indeed.”

Next Story in Series: YouWeMe Part 3: Floor 2½ (Doyeon)

Easter Egg: Clicking on the V LIVE notification (browser only) will open a new window to the V LIVE that Elly filmed with the same video title. The grey walls behind her in that video is what inspired this story.