violetpeche
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Once upon a time, he and Felix shared everything. They shared blankets, naps, toys, hugs. Jisung remembers giving Felix some of his strawberries during their lunch breaks, knowing they were her favorite fruit during second grade. In middle school, Felix took on the bullies that picked on Jisung. She’d yell at them to leave him alone, and they’d make fun of him even more for hiding behind his sister. He begged her to stop, but she said someone had to stand up to them if he wouldn’t do it himself.
Even if they’ve moved out from their parents, they’ll come home and have to share the same room, the same toilet, the same shower. This holiday, Felix started taking Jisung’s shampoo and body wash. She smells like him every time she’s steps out of the shower, and he wonders why she didn’t bother picking up her own if she forgot hers at her dorm.
They’ll always share the same dark hair that circles the drain and sheds onto their rugs; the same brown eyes from the same parents. And now, they share the same friend circles, even Hyunjin in a way—Felix’s roommate, Jisung’s girlfriend. Maybe they could never get away from each other if they tried any harder.
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- Part 2 of Marco / Polo
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“Chan-ah,” Minho says, voice lilting with a sweetness he knows turns Chan into putty. “You know what hyung means.”
He looks at Chan, studies the smile he can’t resist climb up his face—his charming, handsome hyung. He’s only softened over the years, submitting to Minho’s abrasive insistence to be a fucking nuisance, but also after they finally cut the pretenses and gave into each other. Fucking Chan is pretty great, and poking him enough to revive his sense of humor is the cherry on top.
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"You know," she says, lips curling back into a smile. He loves the way her eyes and nose crinkle just a bit. "You really are one of my greatest gifts in my life."
It's not what Jisung was expecting to hear, especially with his dick out in bed with his stark naked girlfriend on top of him.
She brings one of her sticky hands to brush some of his hair way from his forehead. He doesn't even care he's got lube in his hair—it's not the silicone kind anyway. "I prayed for someone like you, Jisung."
It's nice that she gets sentimental like this every once in a while, a reminder to Jisung just how good he has it, but he really, really wants to continue the birthday sex right now.
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- Part 3 of ad libitum
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Minho props his elbow onto the table, his face resting on his hand, the other drawing circles on the top of his jeans. He can sense the stranger now walking down the aisle, his warmth inching toward him, and then stops right beside Minho.
"Do you mind?" he says, voice deep, long finger pointing to the seat right across from Minho. It's been four days since he landed, and Minho's still not used to all of the different ways people speak English here. Thankfully he can understand this one.
Minho is frozen, his own breath caught in his throat. He blinks slowly, once, twice, and finally nods, never looking right at the stranger, just giving him a polite smile and shy nod.
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He goes back down to the last message from this afternoon, and it makes his nostrils flare, a fury stir in his gut. No wonder Minho was barely holding it together—he’s glad she didn’t show him before he got behind the wheel, too.
Seungmin takes a long pull from his drink, downing half of it with one gulp, and lets out a pained sigh.
“I’m going to kill him.”
The corner of Minho’s mouth twitches, shifting her stance onto one hip, eyes going dark. “No you aren’t.”
“Oh, but I am,” Seungmin paces back over to the cart, tipping more gin into his drink. It’s barely diluted with any tonic or bitters now, just straight up heady notes of juniper and bergamot. “How many times do I need to tell him to stop trying it with my wife?”
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The only thing that comes between Jisung and Felix is The Pope.
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A series of drabbles/prompt fills for thereisnoreality's 2024 kinktober prompt meme. Initially written in my retrospring in one go, then transferred and edited to the archive to be preserved for everyone to enjoy :)
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A series of stories about young adults with big dreams getting by in Los Angeles.
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Over the years, Hyunjin would learn and relearn the same lesson and no matter how many times it returned to her, she continued to be surprised by it. She would always return to the truth: that being happy simply wasn’t in the cards for her. That somehow, she was always doomed to be the girl she had become the second her father died, standing in front of the empty chapel, grieving and alone.
or: Hyunjin and Jeongin and their grief, over the years.
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Bookmarked by violetpeche
19 Jan 2026
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“I’m fine,” Hyunjin said so obviously lying that Felix didn’t even call her out for it. “I can handle this by myself.”
“You can,” Felix agreed slowly. “But you don’t have to.”
There was nothing to say to that.
“You always have a home with us,” Felix would say at the end of every call. “This is your family, too.”
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“It’s a fan thing, like something fans do. You don’t wanna know.”
Oh, but Sohee does. He’s not above being obsessed with what the fans think of him. That’s what got his ass in this predicament, this cool, little trick called Googling himself. “I’m gonna ask Google if you don’t tell me. I’m gonna ask Shotaro-hyung, I’m gonna ask Siri. Right now. Out loud.”
Anton cringes, lowers his voice. “It’s umm… a sex thing.”
Sohee learns about the 'Bottom Lee Sohee' tag, and he has notes.
Bookmarked by violetpeche
14 Jan 2026
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Here’s why Anton thinks he should be a top: he’s tall, he’s strong, he has a big dick. Ok, fine.
Here’s why Sohee thinks he should be a top: he cannot for the life of him, for the sake of his career, for the decency of the cameras and the camera-hyungs and the camera-noonas, for the sanctity of the studio, for Shotaro who’s asked twice if he wants to talk, for the love of all that’s good and holy, stop looking at Anton’s ass.
So,
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It’s true, she supposes, that their resemblance is minimal. She got her mother’s height and build. And her sense of histrionic dramatics, if her dad is to be believed. Hyunjin doesn’t remember her, so she has to take his word for it. She didn’t get it from him, anyway. He’s calm, steady. She might have his eyes. Maybe a trace of him in her jawline. But nothing else, not really, so maybe you can’t fault people for not realising they’re related, for instead assuming—
While dining with her father, the waiter assumes Hyunjin is an escort.
Bookmarked by violetpeche
11 Nov 2025
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‘I think,’ he begins, and his hand is touching her again, and she can feel his gaze on her but she can’t brave to meet it, ‘those men do more than look, honey.’
A breathless noise escapes her, and all the tension in her body dissipates. Her knees nearly give out, but he keeps her upright. She turns her head; she finally looks him in the eye. She thinks—hopes—she sees her own desire mirrored there. ‘Yeah,’ she whispers. ‘Yeah, you’re right. They probably do.’ Without breaking eye contact, she brings up her drink again. She slips the straw between her lips and hollows her cheeks. She imagines it now, the way she’s imagined it for weeks. Daddy looking at her. Undressing her slowly, touching her skin. Backing her up against the wall and nudging apart her legs. Finding that spot deep inside her that makes her fall apart.
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Eunseok knew the second he stepped foot back in his childhood home, he knew when he was clutching his phone to his ear in the dead of night with his sister's voice softly tugging him over the line, he knew when she finally messaged him again after forgetting him entirely after she went off to university.
This is a bad idea.
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- Part 7 of 🐋's riize fics
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Bookmarked by violetpeche
15 Sep 2025
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His mother sighs, putting her chopsticks down and looking between the two siblings more shrewdly now before shaking her head in exasperation. "You two used to be so close, I don't understand what happened. Have I told you before?"
Eunseok raises his eyes with a distinct feeling that he does not want to hear what she’s about to say.
"When she was little, Wonbinnie even used to say she wanted to grow up to marry you before we explained to her what that meant!"
"Mom!" Wonbin exclaims. "Oh my god, you promised not to tell anyone about that..." She hides her face in betrayal, the two dissolving into the kind of bickering the way only a mother and daughter can.
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"Like a puppy," Felix says, absently scratching Max's neck. "I always wanted one."
Chan swallows. "You have Max."
"No." She shakes her head. "She's your puppy. You know it." Her hand is moving now, working the buckle on Max's collar. She shifts to her knees, slips it off Max's neck. The breath stops in his chest. "And you're mine."
Bookmarked by violetpeche
13 Sep 2025
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"Good boy," she says, a bell chiming inside him. She'd praise him all the time. "I'll teach you tricks." She drops the tag to hold her hand up, palm facing him. "Touch."