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Jisung walks over to Mark with a twisted smile on his lips. He cradles Mark's hand to force the green velvet box closed, just so the shine of the ring stops threatening to blind him. He wraps stiff arms around Mark's body, presses guilt-dirty hands to his back, and whispers an uglily forced, "Yeah, sure. Congrats, hyung," into his brother's sweaty hair.
Mark laughs his high-pitched giggle into the crook of Jisung's neck, back straightened up to throw his arms around his shoulders, feet bending at the tips because it is now Jisung the one who's always a bit too out of reach. Jisung would swallow mud a million times to get him laughing like this.
(or: what happens when your brother proposes to his childhood best friend, who also happens to be your all-time crush)
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06 Jan 2026
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“Sungie,” Jaemin’s voice breaks him out of his thoughts, sweet like cotton candy and incredibly close as he leans over the coffee table, one of his arms stretched out to squeeze Jisung’s right knee gently. “Moping around all day won’t fix anything.”
“There’s nothing to fix,” Jisung mumbles, his voice thick when it rolls out of his tongue quietly.
His throat is starting to hurt, his neck getting tense with the effort of holding back tears. The way Jaemin is looking at him doesn’t make things any easier. He’s smiling softly, lips pressed tight together and the corners of his eyes tugged down. It takes Jisung back to the day he buried himself between the sheets of his bed in his family house after he saw Mark and Donghyuck kissing for the first time, summer sky blooming orange around them in the front porch like the beautiful colors of one of Monet’s paintings.
Jaemin was the one to drag Jisung out of bed that day like he’s trying to drag him out of the apartment today. Although he was a lot more gentle and patient back then—light fingers running through Jisung’s hair until he stopped crying, gentle hands on Jisung’s face as he stroked his cheeks dry, never asked any questions—he’s just as sweet today.
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Jisung squeezes Chenle’s waist to try and soothe him. “Hey, it’s okay,” he says. Though it brings heat to his cheeks, he adds, “If you need a fake date for whatever party your family was talking about, I’ll go. I really don’t mind.”
It’s silly, the thought of parading around with Chenle pretending to be a couple. They’re friends, and they fuck. There's nothing romantic about them.
But Jisung can’t stand to see Chenle in distress like this.
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or: Jisung accidentally meets Chenle’s family after a hook-up, and they think he’s Chenle’s boyfriend.
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25 Dec 2025
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Hyuck?” Chenle cries. “You’re both here?”
He backs up to let two people in, throwing Jisung an apologetic look over his shoulder. They don’t make it far, though, both freezing in the entryway when they notice Jisung lingering awkwardly.
“Um,” says the guy who spoke before. “Who’s this?”
The other gives Jisung a careful once-over, and his mouth slowly falls open. Before Jisung, Chenle, or the first guy can speak, he goes, “Oh my god. I knew it.”
Chenle groans, bringing a hand up to his forehead. “Renjun, don’t—”
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The words register with a delay and they run like frigid water down his back. He wraps his fingers around Kenta’s forearms. You. You’ll get out of here. His panic sharpens in a blunt, stubborn refusal. “No.”
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02 Jun 2025
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He presses the phone to his ear as he keeps walking – he tries to think about the layout of the building, the winding alleys that surround it. He’s limping slightly, but he can’t pinpoint to the origin of it.
“Hello?”
Kim swallows against the words he has to say, heart beating wildly in his chest. “They have Kenta.”
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between the mountains and the valley we built a monument to our regret by eneiryu
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
04 Apr 2020
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Honestly, this right here is why Theo has always considered friendships more trouble than they’re worth.
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13 Dec 2024
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A few seconds of silence drag past, Nolan clearly debating, but when he speaks, there isn’t the judgement, or resentment, that Theo had been expecting. Instead there’s just a tired, quiet sort of understanding, which; Theo flinches, feeling it like a knife between his ribs.
“You did that on purpose,” he concludes softly. “Making Liam angry with you. You did that on purpose.”
Theo can’t help it; he has to curl back up, and over the vulnerable core of himself, his shoulders rounding and his back hunching. “Yeah, well,” he replies eventually. “It’s better for everyone if he stays that way.”
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You can put it all on me, you can laugh and you can bleed by steveharringtoned
Fandoms: Stranger Things (TV 2016)
11 Aug 2022
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Phil Callahan has made a large variety of strange arrests in his time working as a cop for Hawkins, Indiana. Daylight skinny-dippers; a small group of old ladies who’d attempted to rob the corner shop with their umbrellas, a guy who’d stolen a total of eighteen gnomes from his suburban neighborhood.
But pulling over Max Mayfield driving her brother’s Camaro at the ripe age of thirteen was pretty insane. Sure, kids will be kids and kids will be crazy. Until Steve Harrington crawled out of the backseat, clutched his knees and horror-movie hurled blood all over his boots and shit got crazier.
That took it from a minor concern to oh, fuck. Callahan has to take this kid to a hospital.
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What Callahan had previously, wrongfully assumed to be a blanket over the laps of Mike Wheeler and Dustin Henderson was, in fact, not a blanket. It was a body. A body that moved sluggishly, the owner groaning and moaning in desperate pain after raising an arm up a few inches.
“What the fuck?” Callahan had said, abandoning professionalism for the sake of wondering he’d have to charge four preteens with grand theft auto and battery.