#citrus remix

[octowoman2419]

rhythm heaven hennamix??

[citruswiblix]

thinking about how the race remix is made by the same person who made cbat.

[legendofrhythm]

Simple doodle, but it's Rhythm Heaven Megamix's 10th birthday today!!!

[iyoonjh]

Beyond Plus Ultra! – The anatomy of falling in love

Chapter 13: The Party Arc Nobody Trained For (except for that guy in a bikini by the pool)

wc: 12932 words

The night was thick with heat—sticky, heavy, almost indecent.

It clung to skin like a second layer, sliding down the backs of necks and behind knees, making clothes feel too tight, hair too much, air too little. Even the breeze had given up, leaving the sky suspended in a sultry, unmoving haze.

The kind of summer night where the ground still radiated the day’s heat, where the air felt like you could chew it. Where sweat beaded just from breathing.

It was the kind of night where you knew something would happen.

Yet, Soobin and his friends stood at the edge of Jay’s lawn like it was cursed land.

A massive two-story with white stucco walls and a modern black-trimmed roof, it loomed at the end of the street like a final boss in a college movie. Music thumped through the windows, vibrating down to the cracked sidewalk. Colored lights—blue, pink, a threatening red—pulsed behind the sheer curtains like the house was breathing.

The music was loud. Too loud. Soobin could feel the bass rattling through his bones, like some kind of ancient war drum signaling his inevitable downfall. The air smelled like a concoction of cheap beer, sweat, and a suspiciously fruity scent that Beomgyu whispered was “probably a vape, but possibly a potion.” The house itself was packed—people standing in clusters, yelling over the music, laughing like they actually enjoyed this level of chaos. It was, in every conceivable way, a completely foreign environment to them.

The lawn was packed. People lounged on blankets, sat on the steps, danced on the grass, and crowded around coolers like raccoons at a campsite. Someone had parked a vintage motorcycle halfway on the curb just for the aesthetic. Someone else was throwing a football in the dark. The air smelled like weed, citrus seltzers, and a distant hint of impending bad decisions.

And standing just outside the chaos, at the edge of the driveway, was Soobin’s friend group. Frozen. In formation. Like they were about to storm the beaches of Normandy.

Yeonjun’s face was frozen in disbelief.

He crossed his arms and scowled at the house. "I can’t believe I let you people drag me here. To his house. My sworn enemy. My rival."

“Dude, you agreed,” Sunghoon sighed, adjusting his jacket. "And Jay is not your rival."

“Yes, he is,” Yeonjun insisted, eyes narrowing. “We are the leaders of opposing factions. The captains of competing forces. He stands against everything I stand for.”

“Which is?” Taehyun asked, unimpressed.

Yeonjun faltered. “Well, for starters, my band is better.”

“That’s literally the only reason?” Hueningkai deadpanned.

“That’s the main reason,” Yeonjun corrected. “Also, his hair is too perfect. No man should have hair that voluminous and not use it for evil.”

“Sounds like jealousy,” Heeseung murmured.

Yeonjun gasped, scandalized. “How dare you—”

Hueningkai was quietly clutching the Tupperware of cookies he’d brought, wearing a Pokémon-themed hoodie like a security blanket. “Should I have brought drinks instead? Or like… a six-pack of charisma?”

“We’re not equipped for this environment,” Leehan said gravely, brushing imaginary lint off his hoodie. “There are shirtless men in the yard. I can’t compete with that. My torso is not party-approved.”

Beomgyu leaned toward the house, squinting. “Is that guy playing beer pong with one hand and petting a lizard with the other?”

“Wait,” Sunghoon said, eyes wide. “Is that a live lizard?!”

“I told you this place was lawless,” Yeonjun muttered. “I heard Jay once had a party with a mechanical bull and a live DJ who only played remixes of High School Musical songs.”

“I often hear Get’cha Head in the Game at the back of my mind whenever Beomgyu starts to ruin our campaign by being an idiot” Heeseung added solemnly.

Soobin hadn’t said a word.

He was standing a few feet behind the group, hands stuffed in his pockets, staring at the glowing doorway like it was about to suck him into another dimension.

He was wearing his nicest hoodie. The one he usually saved for first days of class or oral presentations. He had double-checked it didn’t have any mysterious gamer stains or frayed sleeves. He’d even brushed his hair. Twice. Used product and everything. Taehyun had said it made him look “presentable” which, coming from Taehyun, was basically a standing ovation.

And yet, he felt wildly, laughably unprepared. Like showing up to the Hunger Games with a fanny pack. Or entering an anime convention with a cat-maid costume. Or, more accurately, walking into a party where people looked like models and moved like those tall skinny slander Star Wars creatures from Kamino… while he still occasionally said “pog” unironically.

The truth was: he was still half-convinced this was a prank. That maybe Y/N had meant to invite someone else. Someone taller. Cooler. With an Instagram feed that didn’t look like a museum of vintage anime screenshots and cursed memes.

Any second now, the doors could swing open and someone could shout “Haha, gotcha! Back to the nerd cave, Dungeon Boy!” And he wouldn’t even be mad. He’d just nod. Accept the natural order of things. Crawl back into his hobbit hole with dignity.

But.

Then he’d remember her smile. That soft, shy, knowing smile she gave him every time they saw each other. The way her eyes crinkled a little. The way she leaned in when she talked to him, like he was actually interesting, like she wanted to be near him. And not just in a friendly, hey-we-both-read-Berserk kind of way. It had felt… different.

She had touched his hand at the ice cream shop that day. It was half a second. But he had replayed that moment in his brain like he did when he first watched Gojo arrive in Shibuya. Frame by frame. Emotionally scored. Academy Award-worthy.

And he’d seen her eyes linger a little too long whenever she thought he wasn't looking. He wasn’t crazy. Or… he was. But even crazy people were right sometimes, right?

Still, a part of him kept bracing for impact. For the inevitable plot twist. For her to turn around and say, “Oh my god, you thought I liked you? That’s adorable.” And it would suck. And he’d smile and laugh and say something self-deprecating. And then go home and uninstall all his dating sims in solidarity.

But another part of him—one that had gotten louder lately—was starting to wonder:

What if she actually does like me?

It was a thought that felt dangerous. Like leaning too far off a cliff to get a better view. But it was also… kind of wonderful.

Because lately, talking to her didn’t feel impossible. He didn’t stammer as much. He made her laugh. She teased him. She remembered things he said. She waved to him first. And when he texted her after class, she replied with too many exclamation points to be disinterested. God, they even flirted, right?

And then—then she invited him. To this. To Jay’s party. With her friends. Into her world. And maybe that meant something. Maybe that meant everything.

Soobin shifted his weight on his feet, eyes still locked on the doorway. His hoodie suddenly felt too tight. Or maybe his heart was too big for his chest now. Was that a thing? Did crushes make your ribcage shrink?

He let out a slow breath.

He was terrified.

But he was also… excited.

Hopeful, even.

Because Y/N had invited him. Not just anyone—him. The guy who once corrected her pronunciation of "isekai" and apologized for three days. The guy who'd hand-washed her tote bag. The guy who had started believing, little by little, that maybe he didn’t have to be someone else to be wanted.

And here he was.

At Jay’s party.

With his friends.

Dressed like they were about to crash Minecraft's movie premiere.

Because of her.

And maybe, that was enough for her.

“Okay losers. But like. We are at Jay’s house. Jay. Do you guys understand the cultural significance of this?” Yeonjun asked, pacing slowly in front of the group like a general surveying the battlefield. His brows were furrowed in betrayal and his My Chemical Romance shirt was “aesthetically” stained. “Jay’s band has—objectively—the worst tempo control I’ve ever heard, and that includes when Kai tried to beatbox to Animal Crossing music.”

“Hey,” Hueningkai said, wounded, “that was experimental.”

Beomgyu was already sweating profusely, not from nerves but from enthusiasm and the five layers he had inexplicably decided to wear. “Bro, you’re just mad his band is hotter than ours.”

“That’s not the point, Beomgyu,” Yeonjun snapped. “We are artists. Underground legends. And now we’re here? Like…like the cheese guys from Diary of a Wimpy Kid at the popular kids’ cutscene? I feel like I’m betraying my own lore.”

“I literally do not care,” Beomgyu said, licking the condensation off his canned Monster. “If there’s chips and a bathroom I don’t have to clean, I’m chillin’. Also, if Jay’s band wants beef, I came prepared.” He opened his denim jacket to reveal a kazoo and a suspicious-looking bottle of hot sauce. “I call this the chaos combo.”

“I swear to god,” Taehyun muttered, wiping his face with the back of his hand.

“Are we sure we were invited?” Heeseung asked nervously, adjusting his graphic tee for the tenth time. It had a wolf howling at the moon but, like, ironically. “What if it was like…a vibe-only invitation? You know, when someone invites you with their eyes but not with their soul?”

Everyone stared at him.

“Dude,” Sunghoon said, “what the hell are you saying?”

“I’m just saying we’re not vibe-coded for this house!” Heeseung defended. “Look at them! They have glowsticks and glitter and shirts that are—unbuttoned!”

“Okay, I wore deodorant,” Hueningkai said proudly. “Two layers.”

“I brought a card trick,” Taehyun offered mildly, pulling a rubber-banded deck from his pocket.

“You’re bringing sleight-of-hand to a sweat-drenched frat rave?” Yeonjun cried, absolutely scandalized.

Taehyun shrugged. “No one’s immune to card-based intrigue.”

“God, you’re so cool,” Hueningkai whispered, eyes wide.

Sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, slicking it back with effort. “Okay. Listen. We’re tall. We have clear skin. Beomgyu has ADHD in a way people find endearing. We can do this.”

“You literally have vampire teeth,” Beomgyu said.

“I got them filed down!”

“Why would you do that?! That was your edge!” Yeonjun cried.

Soobin was quiet behind them, still watching the door like it might combust. His fingers twitched in his pockets.

Y/N liked him. She liked his friends. Right?

He still couldn’t quite swallow it. Couldn’t reconcile her—bright, funny, terrifyingly cool Y/N—with the memory of her looking at him like he was something precious. Like she saw through his hoodie and D&D nights and weird little monologues about anime lore and liked it all anyway.

He felt like a kid trying on his dad’s shoes. Slightly too big, slightly too ridiculous. But when he’d looked in the mirror tonight, he hadn’t hated the guy staring back. He looked…hopeful.

He’d never had that before.

Soobin looked at the door again. At his friends. At the chaos and glitter and heat waiting inside. At the lizard being patted by the beer pong table.

And then he said, “Guys?”

Seven heads whipped toward him.

“I think we should go in.”

Everyone froze.

Leehan blinked. “Like…now?”

Soobin nodded.

Yeonjun held up a hand. “Okay but if Jay challenges us to a band duel, I’m starting with Radiohead and ending with blood.”

Hueningkai looked down at his Pokémon socks and whispered, “If I die, Leehan can have my sarcophagus fish poster.”

“I will make us proud,” Heeseung muttered, pushing up invisible glasses like an anime protagonist mid-battle arc.

“Bro,” Taehyun said, clapping a hand on Soobin’s shoulder. “She’s into you. You got this.”

Soobin swallowed.

And stepped toward the door.

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The moment they stepped into the house, it hit them like a heatwave made of perfume, bass drops, and expensive cologne that smelled like mysterious trust fund baby.

Jay’s house was stupidly big for a college student. It had high ceilings, fairy lights strung across the living room like constellations, and a stupidly aesthetic neon sign that said “NO VIBES, NO ENTRY” over the hallway to the kitchen.

The party was in full swing. People were everywhere—dancing, shouting, laughing like finals didn’t exist. Someone was playing beer pong in the kitchen on a table shaped like a guitar. Someone else was doing pushups in the living room while two girls filmed him with glittery phones and zero faith in his form.

Beomgyu audibly gasped. “Holy shit they have three different chip bowls. One of them is just cheese balls.”

Sunghoon tugged his jacket sleeves. “Okay, if we keep moving we won’t look like we spawned in.”

Heeseung nodded like this was a war tactic. “Blend with the crowd. No sudden movements. Don’t make eye contact with the DJ.”

“Too late,” Leehan whispered. “He looked into my soul and I think he is trying to read my mind, why is this guy playing Oasis?”

“What in the name of Gandalf is happening?” Hueningkai yelped as a girl dressed as a literal fairy—glitter wings, sparkly face gems, and all—zoomed past him like she was late for a midsummer rave, nearly knocking him to the floor.

“Guys. That was a fairy,” Leehan said, dead serious, staring after her like he’d just seen a cryptid.

Taehyun sidestepped a group of shirtless dudes wearing inflatable pool floaties around their waists and squinted. “Okay, but like... are we already drunk?”

Soobin was trying very, very hard to walk normally. His heart was doing backflips in his chest. He’d caught a glimpse of the girl he came for and could swear his entire body was in flames. 

Y/N was already there.

Drink in hand, smile in full force, hair tucked behind one ear like she was about to wreck his whole existence with a simple “Hi.” She was standing near the living room, talking to Karina and Yunjin, and the moment she saw them—saw him—her whole face lit up like a stage light.

“GUYS!!”

She bounded across the room like a very pretty, very excited angel in heels, and Soobin forgot how to function as a person. Her eyes scanned the group—wide, expectant, thrilled—and then settled on him like he was the one person she wanted to see most.

“You made it!” she said, arms spreading like they were old friends or maybe, maybe something more.

Beomgyu choked on his own spit.

Leehan backed up into a potted plant.

Heeseung smiled and forgot how to close his mouth.

Only Taehyun, the unbothered king, offered her a smooth little wave. “Hey, thanks for inviting us. Cool place.”

“We’re gonna keep things chill tonight,” Y/N promised, stepping slightly closer, her smile warm and effortless. “We’ll hang, talk. No one’s gonna make you do body shots or keg stands unless you want to.”

Beomgyu immediately looked betrayed. “Wait. So we could be doing keg stands?”

“No one’s stopping you,” Y/N replied with a wink.

“I’m stopping him,” Taehyun muttered.

“Don’t stifle my growth,” Beomgyu said, placing a dramatic hand on his chest. “This is why I’m not evolving as a person.”

Y/N laughed and turned to Soobin, who was standing like one of the King's guards but in a very more awkward and goofy way–if that's even possible.

“Soobin,” she said, with a smile that hit him like a summer thunderclap, “you look nice.”

He blinked. Then, finally, after what felt like six loading screens: “You too. I mean—yes. I mean—thank you. I’m also... wearing clothes.”

Heeseung choked on his own laugh. “Smooth, Casanova.”

Soobin wanted to evaporate. “I swear I speak fluent English. Usually.”

“No, it’s okay,” Y/N giggled, bumping her shoulder into his lightly. “You’re doing great. You already look less terrified than Hueningkai.”

Hueningkai was still staring around the room like a Skyrim villager in the middle of a rave. “There’s a man over there juggling glowsticks and I think he’s on a leash,” he whispered to Leehan.

“Don’t judge him,” Leehan replied sagely. “It’s probably self discovery.”

“So,” Y/N said, clapping once and making them all jump a little, “I was thinking we could stay by the pool for a bit. It’s got good air circulation and it's also close to the bar. Less chance of getting flashbanged by the bathroom strobe lights.”

“There are strobe lights... in the bathroom?” Sunghoon asked, like she’d just informed him of a security breach.

“Why?” Heeseung added.

“No one knows,” Y/N said. “It’s part of the mystery.”

Then, she turned back to Soobin, her grin softening just a little. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

Soobin felt his brain short-circuit. His mouth went dry. His hands were suddenly too big. His entire existence felt like a system reboot in progress.

Before he could even attempt a coherent response, he appeared.

Jake.

With an arm slung casually around Y/N’s shoulders.

Jake, who was effortlessly cool.

Jake, who looked like he had never panicked over sending a text message in his life.

Jake, who—at this moment—was way too close to Y/N.

“THERE’S MY FAVORITE GIRL!” he yelled over the music, leaning in with a grin so charming it could legally qualify as a felony.

Heeseung made a strangled noise.

Leehan literally ducked behind Sunghoon like a cartoon character.

“Oh,” Hueningkai breathed in realization, eyes widening.

Leehan let out a quiet, “Oh no.”

Yeonjun blinked slowly. “So. This is how it ends.

Sunghoon shot Soobin a sympathetic glance, already preparing a eulogy for his hopes and dreams.

Soobin’s stomach dropped.

“Uh,” Soobin stammered, staring at the boyfriend-coded arm placement. “You—uh—um—”

Taehyun, noticing the immediate distress, nudged Soobin with his elbow. “Hey, man. Inhale. Then exhale.”

Heeseung, who had zero intentions of making this easier, leaned over and whispered, “Oh no, dude, you okay? You’re looking a little—what’s the word—ghostly?”

“I’m fine,” Soobin lied, his voice hitting an octave only dogs could hear.

Meanwhile, Beomgyu had entered full conspiracy mode. “Wait, so are they—”

“They have to be,” Hueningkai muttered, eyes darting between Y/N and Jake. “That’s a textbook boyfriend arm placement.”

“You’ve never seen a textbook boyfriend arm placement,” Leehan reminded him.

“Exactly, which is why this must be it.”

Beomgyu took a long sip of his Monster and muttered, “You think they’re like…together together? Or like, ‘together in a way we don’t understand because we’ve never known the touch of a confident person’?”

Jake’s arm was still around Y/N’s shoulders like he was born there, his smile big and warm and just... easy. He laughed at something she whispered in his ear, and she laughed back, leaning into him casually like this was normal.

Which—for her—it probably was.

But to Soobin and the boys?

It was a full-blown crisis.

Jake was now rubbing Y/N’s shoulder affectionately, completely unaware he was killing Soobin behind her with anxiety. Y/N just giggled and elbowed him playfully.

“Stop being dramatic,” she said.

Soobin’s heart sank.

Of course she had a boyfriend. Of course it was Jake—handsome, charming, with abs probably carved by ancient Greek gods.

Heeseung, eyes big and shining with drama, gasped. “You got Jake’d. You got anime-rivalled. This is a love triangle. You’re the underdog!”

“This is not a triangle,” Taehyun muttered. “We don’t even know if—”

Y/N, meanwhile, had already turned to them again, her eyes crinkling like they always did around Soobin, completely unaware of the existential panic she’d set off. Jake’s arm was still over her shoulders, but he was now smiling directly at Soobin and the others.

“So,” Jake said, grinning. “You guys are YN’s friends? I’ve heard about you. Finally get to meet the legendary D&D crew. Oh what's up man?” he said to Taehyun who he was already acquainted with since they were both on the soccer team.

There was a beat of silence where no one responded because they were still processing the betrayal.

“Hey man, good to see you” Taehyun managed to say. 

“D&D is sick,” Jake continued, totally earnest. “I’ve always wanted to try it but I can’t do math unless I’m drunk. You guys play, like, with characters and everything, right? Like dice and spells and potions and swords?”

Beomgyu blinked. “You... want to talk about dice?”

Jake nodded. “Obviously. Y/N mentioned Soobin's campaign and it sounds insane. I’m still trying to wrap my head around the half-elf situation.”

Hueningkai blinked rapidly. “Wait, you’re not mocking us?”

“Mocking you?” Jake looked genuinely offended. “Dude, Y/N is always talking about how cool your campaign is. You guys built a whole world! That’s epic. You know how hard it is to get people to commit to anything for more than two weeks?”

There was a long, shocked silence.

Heeseung whispered to Sunghoon, “Is he... is he nice?”

“I don’t know how to process this,” Sunghoon whispered back.

Jake beamed at them. “Anyway, you guys want drinks? I’ll get us something. Y/N, what do they like?”

“Something that won’t kill them,” she replied, taking her arm out from under him casually and stepping forward toward Soobin again, clearly not noticing the complete social implosion that had just occurred. “They’re new here. We’re keeping things low-key.”

Jake gave a thumbs up. “You got it. I’ll be the designated bartender for Team Rocket.” He walked off but not before raising his eyebrows suggestively to Y/N and then to Soobin. Jake laughed and disappeared into the crowd with his golden retriever energy trailing behind.

The boys stood in stunned silence for a full five seconds.

“Shall we boys?” Y/N asked them already on the move.

“I'll go pee first,” Yeonjun said, heading to the suspiciously bright bathroom.

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Y/N led them outside with a smile that felt slightly too tight on her face. The summer air wrapped around them like a wet towel—thick, sticky, and inescapable. Everything smelled like sunscreen, chlorine, and the artificial sweetness of spiked lemonade.

She took another sip from her cup, trying to keep her energy light, easy, like this was any other night and not the first time her worlds were colliding. She wasn't even tipsy yet, despite having been drinking for the past hour trying to keep her nerves down. 

Soobin’s quieter than usual. She glanced over her shoulder, catching him in that soft, blinking expression he always wore when he was trying to process too much at once. He’s usually chatty with me by now. Did I do something?

Behind him, Beomgyu was whispering something to Heeseung and giggling like he was five seconds away from setting off fireworks. Taehyun was calmly dodging a girl with a bubble gun, as if this was normal. Hueningkai was holding his phone up to check the Pokémon Go map, completely oblivious to the chaos around him.

“Alright,” she said, more to herself than anyone else, “time to introduce the anime club to my losers.”

The backyard was dimly lit with fairy lights and phone flashlights and whatever moonlight could muscle its way through the humidity. Her friends had already claimed the far corner—Karina in a white tank and linen pants looking like a Vogue spread, Giselle curled up with a drink in hand, Sunoo wearing sunglass at night was talking animatedly with Yunjin, and Jungwon half-listening while texting someone.

“Okay,” Beomgyu whispered behind him, “who’s the one in the sunglasses drinking juice like she’s in Euphoria?”

“That’s Karina,��� Sunghoon said, squinting. “Don’t make eye contact. She looks like she’d hex us.”

“Too late,” Heeseung mumbled. “She already saw us.”

Y/N straightened as they got closer, trying to appear cool and composed, even though her heart was beating at the speed of a Mad Max soundtrack.

Y/N smiled and waved. “Hey! Look who I found.”

Her friends turned at once, and for a brief second, the silence was palpable.

Then Karina smiled, that slow, intrigued kind of smile she wore when she saw someone interesting in public and made it a game.

“These are the famous manga boys?” Yunjin asked, standing up to properly inspect them.

“It’s not like… a club,” Soobin said softly.

Karina tilted her head. “Is that the leader?”

“Technically Taehyun’s the Dungeon Master,” Hueningkai said.

“Of course he is,” Sunoo murmured under his breath.

Y/N pretended not to notice the way her friends were scanning the group like they were trying to catalog a rare new species of human. To their credit, they were being nice. Suspiciously nice. The kind of nice that meant “we’re trying very hard not to scare them but we absolutely have questions.”

“So,” Giselle started, swirling her drink like she was hosting a talk show, “do you guys all study the same major? Or…?”

“We study near each other,” Taehyun clarified smoothly, already pulling a deck of cards from his back pocket.

Sunghoon immediately elbowed him. “Why are you like this.”

“I brought magic tricks,” Taehyun replied, unfazed. “It’s a party.”

Beomgyu grinned. “He did one in the Uber. Our driver is probably still emotionally recovering.”

“He didn’t tell him the ring wouldn’t come back,” Heeseung added with a laugh. “Just said ‘thank you’ and got out of the car.”

Karina raised an eyebrow. “Wait, did you actually steal someone’s ring?”

“No, no—” Taehyun said quickly. “It was part of the trick. It did come back.”

“Eventually,” Sunghoon muttered.

Yunjin squinted at the cards. “Are they for real magic or emotional manipulation?”

“Both,” Taehyun said, shuffling them like a casino pro.

“Oh, he’s dangerous,” Karina smirked.

Beomgyu turned to Sunoo, who was adjusting his sunglasses under the patio lights. “Respectfully, sir, your eyewear is making a statement.”

“They’re for the vibe,” Sunoo replied, flipping them up for dramatic effect. “But also because someone turned the backyard into a club.”

“I respect that,” Beomgyu said, nodding like he’d just found a kindred spirit. “I once wore ski goggles to a party in July. Commitment is everything.”

“Was it snow-themed?” Jungwon asked.

“No, I just forgot my actual glasses, it was my grandpa's birthday,” Beomgyu shrugged.

There was a beat of silence, then Yunjin whispered to Giselle, “He’s definitely going to be our favorite.”

Giselle just nodded slowly. “Agreed.”

Beomgyu turned to Jungwon next, inspecting him like he was solving a puzzle. “You also part of the hot-and-confident club?”

Jungwon blinked. “I play soccer.”

“With me,” Taehyun added.

“Ah, that explains the bone structure,” Beomgyu said dramatically, as if solving a great mystery.

Sunghoon crossed his arms. “Why are you flirting with everyone?”

“I’m just building bridges, it's called networking” Beomgyu replied, gesturing vaguely like a politician.

“More like throwing glitter at strangers and hoping for the best,” Heeseung said under his breath.

Sunoo turned to Hueningkai, who had been suspiciously quiet — nose practically in his phone.

“What about you?” he asked. “You’ve said nothing this entire time. What’s your deal?”

Hueningkai looked up, serious as ever. “There’s a Scyther on the map.”

“A what?”

“Scyther. Gen 1. Bug/Flying. Good speed stats. I’m this close to catching it.”

Everyone just blinked.

“That was the nerdiest sentence I’ve ever heard,” Yunjin said slowly. “And I matched with a guy on bumble who said he coded D&D macros for fun.”

“Respectfully,” Hueningkai said, “I’d be more ashamed if I missed the Scyther.”

Leehan, sipping something green and probably toxic-looking that Sunoo gave to him, finally chimed in. “He’s being humble. Kai once ranked every evolution of Eevee based on emotional resonance and battle viability. It was a spreadsheet. With graphs.”

“I also color-coded it,” Hueningkai added proudly.

“What” Karina muttered.

“And what about you?” Sunoo turned to Leehan now. “You look like you have dark academic secrets.”

Leehan smiled. “I’m a marine biology major.”

“Oh. That’s actually—”

“Did you know clownfish can change sex if their dominant female dies?”

Everyone froze.

“Okay,” Yunjin said after a beat. “Weird way to start a sentence, but continue.”

“They’re sequential hermaphrodites,” Leehan continued, totally unfazed. “The hierarchy in their schools is actually super intense. If the top female dies, the largest male changes sex and takes her place.”

Sunghoon looked horrified. “What in the underwater Succession is that?”

“Nature is chaos,” Leehan replied, serene.

“Please don't tell him about the fish tank upstairs,” Sunoo muttered.

Giselle looked over at Y/N and whispered, “I love them. They’re so weird.”

“I know,” Y/N whispered back, already grinning.

But her eyes kept flicking to Soobin, who hadn’t said a word in the past five minutes. He stood slightly behind the others, hands awkwardly in his pockets, eyes scanning her cup again like it held all the answers to life.

He looked a little out of place.

A little too quiet.

She recognized that version of him. The one who still didn’t know how to act when she was surrounded by people who were loud, confident, the center of everything. He was so good at shrinking himself to make room.

But she didn’t want him to shrink.

She wanted him here.

Soobin, meanwhile, was stuck in a full internal loop.

He had mentally practiced exactly three conversation starters. None of them applied. He’d been ready for small talk. Not Sunoo’s sunglasses. Not Beomgyu ADHAging at every person in a 10-foot radius. Not marine fish gender politics.

Y/N looked at ease with them, laughing and throwing teasing glances and tossing her hair like she wasn’t slowly melting his internal circuitry with every blink.

And him? He was standing there like a Victorian ghost with social anxiety.

But then she turned and smiled at him again. Just at him.

And for a second, the noise blurred. The jokes, the lights, the clink of cups—all of it muted into background music.

She looked at him like he was exactly where he was supposed to be.

Karina then looked at Heeseung.

“So what about you?” she asked, playfully. “Are you the normal one?”

The group laughed—except Heeseung, who blinked like she had asked him to name all the moons of Jupiter.

“Me?” he said. 

Y/N immediately muttered, “Oh no.”

“That depends,” Heeseung continued, already warming up. “Do you mean like, socially normal? Because I once tried to explain necromancer mechanics to a cashier at Subway and she gave me a free cookie out of pity.”

Sunghoon groaned. “Don’t do this, man.”

“No, no,” Heeseung insisted, energized by the opportunity. “This is good context! See, in our campaign, I play a druid—but not just any druid. I multiclassed him with bard, which is super risky, but it made narrative sense because his whole backstory is that he was raised in a cursed forest by magical frogs.”

Sunoo blinked. “Sorry, magical frogs?”

“Yes,” Heeseung said seriously. “Sentient. Cloaks. They run an underground potion ring.”

Beomgyu burst out laughing. “They canonically have a council. It’s called the Lily Pad Pact.”

“You guys just let him do that?” Karina asked, wide-eyed.

“No,” Taehyun said flatly. “We had no choice. He wrote a three-page prologue and emailed it to all of us before the campaign even started.”

Jungwon was staring at him like he’d just grown a second head. “You’re making this up.”

“Are you kidding?” Hueningkai piped up. “He made us do accent warmups. Like we were prepping for Broadway.”

“I have a commitment to immersion!” Heeseung protested.

Yunjin, who had been silent through most of this exchange, suddenly leaned forward. “Wait. Say more about the frogs.”

“NO,” Soobin said instantly.

“Yes,” Sunoo countered, eyes wide. “YES. Say more.”

“Well,” Heeseung said, delighted, “my druid-bard, Eryndor—”

“Oh god,” Soobin mumbled, burying his face in his hands.

“—was originally intended to be a pacifist. His whole arc was about choosing music over violence. But then Beomgyu’s character—he plays a bard with a gambling problem—stole a cursed instrument from a sea witch, and everything went off the rails.”

“Did you say sea witch?” Giselle asked, incredulous.

“She cursed our loot table,” Heeseung said dramatically. “Every time we tried to open treasure, we had to roll for emotional damage.”

Sunoo wheezed. “I don’t know what that means but I love it.”

“Let me show you,” Heeseung said, pulling out his phone and opening a folder titled “Campaign Lore 💀.”

“He has spreadsheets,” Taehyun said, dead inside.

“He has a color-coded mood tracker for his character,” Beomgyu added, sipping his drink like it was tea.

Y/N turned to Jungwon, who was staring at the group in awe. “You okay?”

“I thought they were gonna be shy,” Jungwon whispered. “They’re not shy. They’re… a fandom.”

“I warned you,” she grinned.

Heeseung wasn’t holding back. Beomgyu was making Karina laugh. Hueningkai had Giselle huddled over his phone explaining why Umbreon was peak design. Even Sunghoon was awkwardly hovering by the drink table with Sunoo while Yunjin grilled him about his favorite horror tropes.

Just as Heeseung launched into a passionate explanation about why his druid’s backstory had been inspired by Studio Ghibli and a very specific mushroom documentary, the patio lights shifted—and the crowd parted like it knew something important was about to happen.

Jake arrived.

Grinning like the main character. Sun-kissed, effortlessly charming, and balancing five drinks with the confidence of a man who had never once doubted his place in the world.

Soobin’s brain was already on fire. Jake had an armful of drinks and that same easy smile he always wore around Y/N. The same smile he wore when he’d had his arm around her earlier. When she’d leaned into him. When she’d laughed at something he said.

And now he was back.

Back with beverages and beauty and boyfriend energy.

“Ladies, gentlemen, frogs,” he said, flashing his most charming grin, “your beverages have arrived.”

Beomgyu clapped. “Finally. I was about to drink the pool water.”

“Please don’t,” Taehyun said without looking up. “Leehan said someone probably peed in there”

Jake handed the first cup to Sunghoon, who sniffed it, nodded approvingly, and said, “Tastes like overconfidence and Blue No. 5. I love it.”

“Green slushie for whoever’s living on the edge,” Jake added, passing it to Leehan.

“Statistically, this will end in regret,” Leehan murmured. Then took a sip anyway.

Jake handed a soda to Taehyun with a nod of recognition—fellow soccer boys silently acknowledging each other like ninjas.

“Thanks, man,” Taehyun said.

Heeseung blinked. “You… got drinks for all of us?”

Jake shrugged, still grinning. “Obviously. You guys are guests. Besides, Y/N said you’d probably forget to hydrate if left unsupervised.”

Y/N choked on her drink. “I did not say that.”

“You didn’t need to,” Jake replied, then turned to the rest of the group. “How’s it going? Everyone surviving the popularity threshold?”

“We’re thriving,” Beomgyu said, slurping his punch. “I got emotionally attached to a sea witch earlier.”

“Was she hot?” Jake asked immediately.

“She was made of barnacles and betrayal,” Heeseung muttered, still scrolling through his campaign notes. “So, yes.”

Jake just nodded like that made perfect sense. “That tracks.”, then turned to Hueningkai. “Also, are you still playing Pokémon Go mid-party?”

“I caught the Scyther,” Hueningkai said proudly.

“I’m so proud of you, bro.”

Then, finally, Jake turned to Soobin, who had very obviously not moved from his awkward place beside Y/N. “And for you, sir, our most special guest” Jake said, placing the last drink into Soobin’s hands like it was sacred, “the only one I didn’t spill. Be honored.”

Soobin took it like he was being handed a live grenade. “Thanks…”

“And don’t worry,” Jake added, lowering his voice just slightly. “I got Y/N’s favorite too. I know how she gets when she drinks something too sweet—she starts talking about weird grammar rules and side quests.”

Soobin’s stomach dropped into the pool.

His brain screamed:

HE KNOWS HER DRINK ORDER.

HE NOTICED HOW SHE GETS WHEN SHE DRINKS.

HE CALLED IT A “SIDE QUEST.”

THEY’RE DEFINITELY IN LOVE.

Beomgyu squinted. “Why does Soobin look like Naruto when he saw his rival confess to his crush?”

“Because that might be what’s happening,” Sunghoon whispered back, sipping his drink with wide eyes.

Taehyun gave Soobin a light elbow. “Dude. Inhale.”

“I am inhaling,” Soobin whispered, lips tight. “I just can’t exhale.”

Jake clapped Soobin on the shoulder in the exact same affectionate, buddy-buddy, entirely-too-familiar way he had earlier with Y/N. “You good, man? You look... warm.”

Soobin nodded. “I—I’m just thinking.”

“Dangerous,” Heeseung muttered.

Jake leaned in conspiratorially. “You know,” he said with a wink, “I’ve heard a lot about you. Y/N says you’re the only person who’s ever successfully recommended her a manga she didn’t immediately hate.”

Soobin blinked. “She—said that?”

“Yeah. That’s a big deal, bro.” Jake sipped his drink, then added casually, “She’s picky. With guys too.”

Soobin nearly choked on air.

Jake tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Anyway, I’m just saying. If you’ve got recs like that, maybe you’ve got other talents too.”

“Did he just flirt with you?” Beomgyu whispered loudly.

“I don’t know,” Hueningkai replied. “But I feel like I should leave the room.”

“Yeonjun’s here,” Leehan announced like a royal herald, nodding toward the tall figure making his way across the yard with the swagger of someone who had definitely walked in late on purpose.

“Hey,” he said, barely glancing at the circle before grabbing a drink from a passing tray like he was in a music video. “Took me twenty minutes to find the bathroom. Who puts strobe lights in a bathroom?”

“You’re late,” Taehyun said.

“I was fashionably late,” Yeonjun corrected, then turned to the newcomers — Y/N’s friends — and did a quick once-over like he was calculating who had the most Instagram followers. “You’re the cool kids, huh?”

“Only in some time zones,” Karina replied, unfazed.

“I know you,” Sunoo said suddenly, squinting at Yeonjun. “You’re in that campus band. The one that covered Welcome to the Black Parade for literally two years straight.”

“That was one semester,” Yeonjun said, deeply offended.

“You guys played it at two different festivals,” Jungwon added, sipping his drink.

Yeonjun turned to Soobin like a betrayed little brother. “They’re attacking me.”

“You’re in a band?” Yunjin asked, interest piqued.

Yeonjun immediately perked up. “Yeah, vocals. Little bit of guitar. Nothing serious—well, we do have like three gigs coming up, and we were in the school showcase, and we might have an EP on the way—”

“Oh, cool,” Yunjin cut in. “I’m in a band too.”

Yeonjun smiled. “Nice. What’s it called?”

“It's my friend's Jay band.”

Yeonjun’s smile slowly flattened.

“Jay’s band?” he repeated, blinking. “As in... Jay Jay?”

“Yep,” Yunjin said, chipper. “He started it, I joined last year. I sing and do some harmonies.”

Yeonjun took a slow sip of his drink like it was poison. “That’s... cute.”

Beomgyu leaned toward Soobin and whispered, “He’s spiraling.”

Sunghoon whispered back, “That’s his ‘I’m pretending not to care but I’m emotionally crumbling’ face.”

Karina raised an eyebrow. “Something wrong?”

Yeonjun cleared his throat. “Nope! Not at all. Super cool. Just... y’know. Jay and I have different approaches to music.”

Jungwon, who was loving this, asked innocently, “Oh? What kind of approaches?”

“I approach it with depth and artistry,” Yeonjun said dramatically. “Jay approaches it with—what’s the word—shirtlessness.”

“His abs are a valid marketing tool,” Yunjin said, unbothered.

Yeonjun smiled at her with the calm, gentle rage of someone being slowly erased from a group project. “I’m happy for you.”

Heeseung leaned into Soobin again. “Bro thinks he’s Rodrick Heffley.”

Soobin didn’t respond. He was too busy still staring at Y/N — at the way her hair glinted under the string lights, how she laughed with her whole face, how Jake wasn’t currently around but his presence still lingered in Soobin’s mind like a very handsome ghost.

He wanted to ask. He needed to know. Were they— No. Not now.

Maybe not ever.

He sipped his drink. Tried to smile. Failed completely.

Beomgyu patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, bro. We're making it.”

“Why can’t I just be the guy who doesn’t vomit every time she makes eye contact with me?”

“Because that guy doesn’t have character development,” Beomgyu deadpanned.

Jungwon only smiled, amused by the whole thing—watching Soobin and his friends get borderline interrogated by his friends while Sunghoon clutched a Solo cup like it was shielding him from judgment. Y/N was visibly vibrating next to Soobin, trying and failing to look casual, while Beomgyu loudly declared that he would only stay if someone let him DJ.

Truth be told, Jungwon had been waiting for this moment.

The great collision of Y/N’s worlds.

He’d known it was coming the second she started blowing off hangouts with vague excuses like “library stuff” and “weird scheduling.” But really, she’d just been at that little manga shop with the tall boy who couldn’t make eye contact for longer than five seconds.

And honestly?

Jungwon loved this for her.

Because yeah, his friends were popular. The type to show up on student flyers and get tagged in party photos they didn’t even pose for. They were all stupidly good-looking, borderline rich, and had very curated, Instagrammable lives that screamed "we woke up like this" even though they absolutely did not.

But underneath the carefully gelled hair and designer sneakers?

They were just a bunch of really nice guys.

The kind who'd carry your books even if they didn’t know you. Who’d pull over in the rain because a dog looked lost. Who would destroy you in beer pong, then high-five you for the effort. They weren’t mean. They weren’t the stereotype. And that’s what people usually got wrong.

Sure, they made fun of each other constantly and competed over the dumbest things imaginable—who could take the best mirror selfie, who knew more about skincare ingredients, who could name more Taylor Swift bridges from memory (Jake always won). But they were loyal. And kind. And not even a little fake.

So when Y/N admitted—very shyly, very awkwardly—that she liked some guy from the manga shop, Jungwon hadn’t been worried. He just raised his eyebrows and went, “You? A nerd boy? Bold of you.”

And when she finally let it slip that his name was Soobin, and that he was tall and sweet and kind of didn’t realize how cute he was? Jungwon made it his mission to investigate.

Not because he was skeptical.

But because he wanted to like the guy too.

And standing here now, watching Soobin blink nervously at Karina while Hueningkai accidentally dropped a Poké Ball keychain into the pool and Leehan gave a dissertation on coral bleaching, Jungwon found himself…relieved.

Because Y/N had picked well.

And, as much as none of them wanted to admit it out loud, the others were excited to meet them too. Karina had grilled him for names and descriptions. Sunoo had practiced questions. Giselle had literally Googled “conversation starters for people who like anime.” Jake had pulled him aside earlier and asked, “Wait, is the tall one with the big eyes the one she likes? He looks nervous. That’s cute.”

Even Jay had asked if they were “cool or cringe,” to which Jungwon replied, “They play D&D every Saturday. Of course they’re cringe. But the lovable kind.”. Niki was also curious, calling Jungwon the day prior to ask about Y/N's crush and his friends.

And now, seeing it all unfold—seeing Soobin stare at Y/N like she was both terrifying and sacred, seeing Y/N trying to keep her cool while her entire aura screamed do not embarrass me in front of the crush—Jungwon couldn’t help but feel proud.

Her worlds weren’t just colliding.

They were merging.

And it was weird.

But it was really good weird.

Yeonjun seemed to have finally made peace with being inside the home of his sworn enemy Jay, and was now deeply engaged in a conversation with Yunjin about synthesizers—like they were co-hosting a podcast called Hot People With Strong Opinions About Analog Sound.

The rest of the boys were also surprisingly at ease, everyone sipping drinks and settling into the strange, sparkling chaos that was Jay’s backyard.

“Hey, has anyone seen Niki in the last half hour?” Giselle asked, glancing around.

“Oh, that’s never a good sign,” Sunoo said immediately, sounding genuinely alarmed.

“Niki?” Sunghoon asked, confused.

“You mean Niki, the one who played Travis Kelce in the official Taylor Swift biopic?” Beomgyu asked, dead serious.

“What??” Yunjin blinked.

“He’s Japanese,” Jungwon added helpfully.

“Yeah, but Taylor saw something in him,” Heeseung shrugged, as if that settled it.

“No, no,” Y/N said, trying not to laugh, “we’re talking about our Niki. The youngest one. Sometimes it’s concerning when we haven’t seen him for a while. Last time that happened, he got kicked out of Papa John’s. Again.”

She exchanged a look with Soobin, who nodded solemnly. He remembered that story. Vividly.

“We recently discovered he tried to unionize the employees,” Y/N added.

“And apparently almost set the sauce station on fire,” Jungwon chimed in, voice low like they were confessing a war crime.

“Ah,” Sunghoon nodded. “A menace.”

“He’s probably with Jay,” Karina said with a shrug. “Acting like co-host or something. Niki basically lives here now.”

“I swear he just moved in one day and never left,” Jake added from across the yard, where he was now attempting to contain some guy in a bikini who was trying to gather a group for a zumba session.

“You’re all describing him like he’s a cryptid,” Yeonjun mumbled.

“That’s because he is,” Jungwon replied.

No one disagreed.

Y/N turned toward Soobin again, eyes lighting up, in a moment of courage. “Soobin, want to sit by the fire pit? It’s quieter over there.”

And like that, Soobin forgot how to breathe again.

But this time, he smiled. Just a little. “Sure.”

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Turns out, the fire pit wasn’t quiet at all.

In fact, it was a full-on enchanted forest ritual.

About fifteen people—some barefoot, most definitely high—were gathered in a semi-circle around the flames, staring into it like it was a portal to another dimension. Someone was whispering lyrics to a Fleetwood Mac song. Someone else was holding a crystal to the moonlight like they were recharging. A guy in a poncho was slowly waving a piece of sage.

“It’s giving ‘we’re summoning something,’” Y/N whispered.

“It’s giving ‘I should’ve stayed at the manga shop,’” Soobin whispered back, eyes wide.

Also? It was hot. Unreasonably hot. Like Y/N was pretty sure the fire was radiating on a level that broke several laws of thermodynamics. She took one cautious step closer and immediately felt her skin try to reverse-engineer itself into steam. If she stayed here any longer, she would literally melt into the grass—and that was before factoring in the fact that Soobin was next to her. Existing. Breathing. Smelling like fresh laundry and something warm and woodsy.

As if she wasn’t already combusting just from standing this close to him.

So, casually—very casually—she tugged on his wrist.

“Let’s go somewhere quieter,” she said, like it wasn’t the most nerve-wracking sentence she’d said all night.

And because Soobin would follow her into Mordor at this point, he nodded.

That’s how they ended up on Jay’s front porch—finally, a quiet place. It was dimly lit, far enough from the party that the music had faded to a soft thrum, and the summer air felt less suffocating. A faint breeze rolled over them, cool and comforting, and for the first time in hours, Y/N could breathe.

So could Soobin.

He leaned against the porch railing, his hands gripping the wood like he needed something to hold on to. He wasn’t shaking, but he wasn’t not shaking. The adrenaline was still there, buzzing under his skin. She’d pulled him away from everyone. Everyone. On purpose. Just them now. Alone.

No Jake. No Beomgyu talking about trauma frogs. No Yeonjun pretending not to care about Yunjin and failing spectacularly.

Just her.

Y/N stood beside him, looking out into the dark, quiet street. She didn’t speak right away. Neither did he.

But somehow, the silence wasn’t uncomfortable.

It was the kind of silence that only existed between people who had both been screaming inside all night.

And now, finally, they could hear themselves think.

“—I,” Y/N began, just as Soobin blurted, “—I.”

They both froze, then laughed—soft, startled laughter that immediately made Soobin’s heart skip like three beats in a row. He shook his head, cheeks already pink. “You go first.”

Y/N tilted her head, smiling at him in that way that made him forget how to breathe like a normal person. “I was just gonna ask… are you having fun?”

Soobin nodded immediately, too fast. “Yeah. Yeah, your friends are… surprisingly nice.”

He winced before the sentence had even landed.

“Wait—I didn’t mean they wouldn’t be! I just—uh—they give off a certain vibe and—”

“I know, I know,” Y/N laughed, waving him off. “They kind of look like they bite.”

“Exactly,” Soobin sighed, relieved. “But, like, in a cool, rich vampire sort of way.”

She let out a soft chuckle, her shoulder brushing against his as she shifted. “They’re harmless. Mostly.”

Soobin smiled. “It’s just different from what I’m used to. But… it’s good different.”

He said it quietly, almost surprised by his own words.

And Y/N’s smile softened at that—so genuine, it made his chest ache.

They sat shoulder to shoulder on the porch steps, a little closer than before, the air cooler now but still charged with something warm and electric. The music was muffled behind them. Just far enough away that it felt like the rest of the world had faded out, leaving just this—just them.

Soobin was dying.

Not in the dramatic, clutching-his-chest, collapsing-to-the-floor kind of way. No, this was far more humiliating. He was dying in the “I’m sitting next to the girl I’m 83% sure I’m in love with, and she’s so close I can smell her shampoo, and she smells like vanilla and flowers and eternal peace, and I might be sweating through my soul” kind of way.

His brain was scrambled. His heart was doing gymnastics. His palms were damp. His knees? Weak. His arms? Also weak. And his mouth?

Oh, his mouth was absolutely on a solo mission to destroy his life.

Because as he sat there, shoulder barely brushing hers, watching her laugh at something she’d just said—soft and warm and radiant like she’d been designed specifically to ruin him—his traitorous mouth chose violence.

“So…” he blurted out, trying to sound casual and instead sounding like someone whose consciousness had just left the chat, “how long have you and Jake been together?”

The moment the words escaped, he felt it.

The regret.

A full-body regret tsunami.

He could practically hear the brakes screeching in his brain. Abort. ABORT.

Y/N turned her head slowly, blinking at him. “You mean… living together?”

Soobin’s internal monologue: Living?! Did she just say—wait. That’s worse. That’s so much worse.

“Uh… what?”

She nodded, completely unbothered. “Yeah. Since first semester. His dad’s like a super famous football player or something, but he made Jake work for everything himself, so he had to find roommates. He is that kind of rich parent you know. That’s how we all ended up in the apartment. Me, Jake, Jungwon, and Yunjin.”

Soobin stared at her, the color draining from his face like someone had yanked out his power cord.

“You guys… live together?”

Y/N tilted her head. “Yeah?”

“Oh,” he croaked. “So you’ve, um… been dating for a while then.”

The way her whole body recoiled in sheer offense should’ve made him feel better, but instead he wanted to throw himself into the bushes and live there forever.

“WHAT?” she gasped. “Me and Jake? No, no, no—oh my god, no. It’s not like that. At all. Why would you think—wait, no, don’t answer that, oh my god—Soobin!���

“I’m sorry!” he sputtered, panic now fully activated. “It’s just—you guys were so close earlier, and he had his arm around you, and he’s like... really touchy, and his hair is perfect, and he probably has perfect abs, and I just thought—we all thought! I didn’t mean to assume, it just—it looked like a thing!”

Y/N burst out laughing, clutching her drink as she leaned back, her head tilting up to the sky like she couldn’t believe this was real. It wasn’t mocking. It was pure, delighted, stunned laughter.

“Soobin,” she giggled, her voice all soft edges and sunshine, “Jake is like… a golden retriever I share rent with. He has a literal chart in our kitchen for hydration tracking. He is touchy with everyone. He once held hands with a stranger because they looked lonely in a Starbucks. I promise you, it’s not like that.”

Soobin blinked, processing that, heart slowly descending back into his chest. “So you’re not…?”

“I’m not dating Jake,” she said, still laughing.

And just like that, the sky was blue again. The earth was round. Music was beautiful. Gravity made sense.

His soul returned to his body with a gentle ding! as if the universe had just given him one free respawn.

“Oh,” he said, a little breathlessly.

Y/N tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. “You seemed… kinda jealous.”

Soobin’s entire face turned a shade of red that could only be described as forbidden strawberry.

“I—I wasn’t—” he started, then immediately failed to finish, because she was looking at him with that smile again, the one that made his entire nervous system glitch.

“Were you jealous?” she asked again, voice light, teasing now, like she already knew the answer but wanted to hear him suffer through saying it.

He groaned dramatically and buried his face in his hands. “I don’t know! Maybe?! Probably! This is a disaster. I’m not built for this. I’m a half-elf with no armor class. I’m emotionally squishy. I’m not supposed to take direct hits.”

Y/N laughed, nudging his knee with hers. “Well, I’d say you handled the boss battle pretty well.”

Soobin peeked out from between his fingers, squinting like she was the sun. “You think this was a boss battle? I almost died.”

“And yet,” she said, smiling, “you live to fight another day.”

He dropped his hands to his lap with an exaggerated sigh, finally smiling again, more relaxed now—like he was slowly realizing he didn’t need to keep bracing for impact. “Barely.”

“You’re so dramatic,” she said, grinning.

“You almost dated a golden retriever,” he shot back, surprising even himself.

Y/N laughed—an actual laugh, bright and delighted. “That literally never happened, you made it up in your head.”

There was a pause, a beat where they just looked at each other, shoulders still pressed close, the porch light casting a soft golden glow on their faces. The kind of moment that felt suspended in time. Then, gently, Soobin asked—quieter this time, with genuine curiosity beneath it:

“So… you’re single?”

Y/N smiled. The kind of smile that rewired him.

“Painfully,” she replied, with a dramatic sigh and a hand pressed to her heart. “Like, single enough that my Spotify algorithm keeps playing breakup songs just to humble me.”

He laughed at that, really laughed, and she beamed at the sound.

“Good,” he said before his brain could catch up.

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Good?”

Soobin froze for half a second. Then, to his own shock, he leaned into it.

“I mean—good for me,” he said, lifting his shoulders in a shy shrug, eyes darting toward her and then back down to his hands. “Not, like, yay heartbreak, but... I’m glad I asked.”

Y/N tilted her head again, clearly amused. “Soobin… are you flirting right now?”

His eyes widened.

“I—I think so?”

She grinned. “Is this your first time live flirting?”

“First successful time,” he said, nodding solemnly.

That made her laugh again, and this time, he didn’t panic. He just watched her—her eyes crinkling, nose scrunching a little, shoulders shaking with amusement. And it hit him all over again: he could get used to this. This laughter. This closeness. Her.

He liked how easy it felt now. How his hands had stopped shaking, how the tightness in his chest had melted away, how her presence was no longer terrifying—it was calming. Warm.

Comfortable.

Y/N looked over at him, still smiling. “Well, for the record, you’re doing great.”

Soobin looked back at her, his heart going soft like overcooked ramen.

“Thanks,” he said quietly. “I’m usually better with dice and stats and imaginary dragons.”

She bumped her shoulder into his. “Good news. I’m into that.”

He looked at her, really looked at her, and said—with a slightly crooked, hopeful smile—

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” she said, like it was the easiest thing in the world. “You’re kinda winning the campaign right now.”

Soobin, who had never rolled a natural 20 in real life before that exact moment, could only blink and grin and try not to fall more in love right there on the porch. Too late, probably. But still, he couldn't help but fall.

The night had deepened around them, slow and sweet. The porch light buzzed softly overhead, casting a warm golden glow that flickered just enough to feel nostalgic—like something out of a coming-of-age movie. Somewhere inside, the music had shifted to something slower, dreamier, the bass thudding like a heartbeat under the floorboards.

Time had gotten blurry.

Y/N wasn’t sure when she’d finished her drink, or when Soobin offered to grab them both another and returned triumphantly with two cups filled with something suspiciously pink. It tasted like melted popsicles and regret, and neither of them had questioned it. Now, an hour—or was it two?—had passed, and they were still sitting on the porch steps, their knees brushing now and then, their laughter coming more easily.

It was the kind of night that made everything feel a little softer.

Soobin’s nerves had worn down to a gentle buzz, the alcohol humming through his limbs just enough to let him relax. He still didn’t know what he was doing, exactly, but that didn’t matter anymore. Not when Y/N kept looking at him like this.

Not when she laughed at his dumb jokes. Or tucked her hair behind her ear every time he got flustered, like she liked seeing him unravel.

She leaned her head back against the railing, eyes half-lidded, the lights catching the high points of her face. “So... confession,” she said, voice a little lower, a little slower, like the heat of the night had melted everything into a syrupy drawl. “I didn’t just come to the shop that day to pay you back after I accidentally stole the manga.”

Soobin blinked. “You didn’t?”

She turned to him, smiling—this lazy, dangerous thing. “No. I came for you, Soobin.”

That sentence short-circuited his entire existence.

His brain crashed. His heart screamed. His hands became painfully aware of their existence.

“Oh,” he said, eloquently. Then again, “Oh.”

Y/N laughed softly, reaching out to gently tap the edge of his cup. “I thought it was obvious! And now you’re malfunctioning again.”

“I’m trying to process!” he blurted. “You’re really pretty and you smell good and you just casually said that like I’m not hanging on by, like, one stat point.”

She grinned. “I know. It’s fun watching you short-circuit.”

He shook his head slowly, smiling down at his drink. “You’re evil.”

“I’m charming,” she corrected, shifting a little closer. “There’s a difference.”

Soobin dared a glance at her, and this time, he didn’t look away. “You’re both.”

The air between them shifted.

He could feel it—the weight of it, the awareness. Her gaze on him like it mattered. Like he mattered. And for once, the fear didn’t swallow him whole. It just sat there beside him, buzzing quietly, waiting its turn.

“I’ve never done this before,” he confessed, voice barely above a whisper.

“Done what?”

“This,” he gestured between them. “Talked like this. Flirted with someone I really like. Had a girl actually flirt back.”

Y/N blinked. “Wait… never?”

“I mean, I’ve panicked in close proximity to people before,” he offered. “But I’ve never had anyone look at me the way you do.”

She tilted her head, softening. “How do I look at you?”

“Like you already know how this story ends,” he said before he could stop himself. “And it’s a happy one.”

The silence that followed wasn’t awkward.

It was thick with meaning, with questions unspoken and answers already known.

Y/N leaned in just a little. “You’re dangerous when you’re not nervous.”

Soobin’s smile went crooked. “I’m still nervous. I just leveled up.”

They both laughed, too warm and too tipsy and too caught up in the way this felt. Like it had always been coming. Like the summer had conspired to bring them here, to this exact porch step, at this exact hour.

A breeze rolled through, lifting her hair just slightly.

Without thinking, Soobin reached out.

Slow, brushing her hair back behind her ear with the gentleness of someone handling a secret. His fingertips barely grazed her skin, but it was enough to make her stomach flutter.

“You do that huh?” Y/N murmured.

“What?”

“Touch my hair when you’re nervous.”

He blinked. “Do I?”

She nodded, the tiniest smile tugging at her lips. “It’s cute. I think it’s your flirting mechanism.”

“I thought my flirting mechanism was public embarrassment and fainting.”

“That too,” she teased. “But the hair thing? That’s your signature move.”

Soobin let out a soft laugh, his eyes crinkling. “Well… I only do it because it’s always in my way.”

“My hair?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” he said, leaning in just slightly—close enough to smell the vanilla again, close enough to feel the air shift. “It keeps getting between me and looking at you.”

Y/N’s breath caught. Oh. Oh, he was getting bolder.

“Wow,” she said, grinning. “Okay, that was smooth. Who are you and what have you done with Soobin?”

“I told you he’s evolving,” Soobin said, mock-serious. “Leveling up. Right before your eyes.”

“Careful,” she warned playfully. “You’re gonna make me fall.”

Soobin’s eyes widened. He looked like someone had just handed him the key to a secret universe. “You’re falling?”

Her smile turned lopsided. “Like, crashing.”

Soobin’s heart exploded. Fully. Irrevocably. Lovingly.

“Oh God,” he said, voice soft. "Good”

He signed again “Then I’m not the only one.”

For a moment, they just sat there. Fingers intertwined, knees still touching, porch buzzing quietly behind them, but not enough to interrupt the magic brewing between them. It felt like a scene out of a movie—like the kind of thing you don’t realize is the most important moment of your life until you’re replaying it three years later with tears in your eyes.

Y/N leaned back slightly, giving him a once-over with that sparkle in her eye. “You know… you’re actually, for real, kinda dangerous when you’re like this.”

“Like what?”

“All flirty and confident and saying things like ‘I like you’ without combusting.”

He bit back a grin, head tilting. “You like it.”

She rolled her eyes. “Obviously. But I’m scared you’re gonna unleash, like, ultimate Soobin. And then I’m doomed.”

“You’re already doomed,” he teased, leaning his shoulder into hers. “You said so yourself.”

She nudged him gently. “Who are you??? I was trying to sound mysterious and desirable.”

“You are,” he said, and he wasn’t even trying to flirt anymore. Just telling the truth.

Y/N swallowed, heat rising to her cheeks again. “If you keep talking like that I’m gonna kiss you.”

Soobin blinked.

Oh.

He hadn’t even dared think that far. He was still trying to survive her laugh.

“I—uh—really?” he asked, blinking too fast. “That’s allowed?”

She laughed. “It’s heavily encouraged.”

He smiled—this quiet, glowing, overwhelmed thing. His heart was pounding, but it was the good kind now. The kind that felt like he was finally where he was supposed to be.

“I was planning to kiss you eventually,” he admitted.

“Eventually?”

“Like... maybe after a few successful text conversations and at least one awkward first date. I–just, I just really really, like really want to kiss you”

Y/N leaned in, her voice barely a whisper. “We can still do that. I just might kiss you first.”

And Soobin, who had once believed he’d never be the kind of guy girls wanted to kiss on summer porches, looked at her like she was the plot twist that saved his story.

“Okay,” he whispered, already breathless. “You win.”

And just like that—sunset long gone, fireflies blinking in the dark yard, her hand still tucked in his—he leaned in, too.

Soobin leaned in, heart pounding so loudly he was sure she could hear it. His heart was thundering, but still slower than he meant to—like he was afraid the moment would vanish if he moved too fast. His breath caught somewhere between his lungs and the summer night, and his gaze flicked down—just once—to her lips. But his body was moving on instinct now—not from any kind of practiced confidence or romantic expertise. God no. He had zero experience in this.

He was just doing what felt right.

And right now, every molecule in his body was pulling him toward her.

Her smile. Her warmth. The way she was looking at him like he was the one she’d been waiting for. Like she wasn’t just tolerating his nervous stammering or awkward metaphors, but genuinely, fully choosing to be here with him. On this porch. On this night.

A breeze swept through, lifting her hair just slightly, and his hand moved without thinking—fingers brushing the strands back from her cheek like he’d done it a hundred times in dreams he didn’t dare tell anyone about. Dreams at 2 a.m., where she laughed at his jokes and leaned into his side and kissed him softly like he mattered.

And now—this felt like one of those dreams. Except warmer. Realer. Like the fantasy had color now, and smell, and sound, and the delicate flutter of her breath against his lips.

He almost wanted to pinch himself.

She’s really going to kiss me.

His brain repeated the thought on loop, like it couldn't fully compute it. She’s going to kiss me. Me.

Their lips met, gentle and tentative, like the beginning of a sentence neither of them wanted to rush. And it was so soft, so careful, so real that Soobin nearly forgot how to breathe, his whole world stopped.

She’s kissing me.

That thought repeated on loop in his brain, like it couldn’t fully compute.

Y/N. The girl I’ve spent entire nights thinking about. The one I convinced myself was too good for me. Too confident, too bright, too everything.

And here she was, lips brushing his, one hand still holding his like it was precious. Her lips were warm, tasting faintly of that ridiculous pink drink, and so soft it made his chest ache. His hand moved—hesitant at first—resting gently on her knee, grounding him in the fact that this was real.

She wants this. She wants me.

Soobin let the realization settle somewhere in his chest, warm and overwhelming and blissfully terrifying.

He didn’t know what he was doing.

He wasn’t following some mental playbook or advice column—he was following her. Her movements. Her breath. Her rhythm. The slight tilt of her head. The way she leaned into him like she’d been waiting for this just as long.

His body simply responded. Not out of experience. Not out of confidence. Just… instinct. Like some part of him had been waiting years to love someone like this. To be wanted like this. 

She’s kissing me. She’s kissing me. He could hardly breathe.

And Y/N?

Y/N felt like she’d just fallen off a cliff—completely weightless in that dizzy, golden way. Her fingers were still tangled with his, and she could feel how tight he was holding her hand, like he couldn’t quite believe it either. Like he was scared he’d wake up.

But she wasn’t dreaming.

Neither of them were.

They parted slowly, breathlessly, and he felt his lips still tingling.

Y/N’s eyes fluttered open. Her smile was lazy and soft, her cheeks pink. She looked so happy it hurt. 

“I think,” he whispered, voice hoarse with wonder, “I’m gonna need a minute to recover.”

Y/N giggled, brushing her nose against his, their foreheads nearly touching now. “Yeah?”

“That was…” He blinked, trying to remember how English worked. “You just completely deleted all my brain files. They’re gone. I have, like, four brain cells left and they’re all just clapping.”

She laughed.

Soobin blinked, then spoke, voice quieter than it had been all night. “Okay so, um… that was… I’m—”

She tilted her head. “You’re what?”

He licked his lips, tried again. “I’m new at this.”

Y/N blinked. Then smiled wider, amused and impossibly fond. “Soobin. You just kissed me like you were starved.”

His ears went red instantly. “I don’t—I’ve never really done this. With anyone.”

She squeezed his hand, thumb brushing across his knuckles. “That’s okay.”

“I just…” he exhaled, gaze dropping to her lips again before meeting her eyes. “I’m not sure what I’m doing. But... being with you? It just—makes sense. My body just… responds to you. Like it knows.”

Y/N’s smile softened, almost reverent. “Then you’re doing everything right.”

He blinked again, a little breathless. “I am?”

She leaned in, pressing her forehead to his. “You kissed me like you meant it. That’s what matters.”

Soobin exhaled a quiet laugh, eyes fluttering shut for just a second. “Okay. Good. Because I really, really did.”

And when she leaned in again, this time he didn’t hesitate.

He kissed her with the same honesty. The same slow awe. The same I-can’t-believe-you’re-real kind of energy that had been haunting him in silence for weeks.

And for the first time in forever, he wasn’t afraid of what came next.

He just wanted more.

She leaned in again.

This time slower, but surer—like the space between them had finally gotten tired of existing. Soobin’s breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t freeze. He didn’t panic. His eyes flicked to her lips, then back to her eyes, like asking for permission.

He didn’t need to. It was already written in the curve of her smile.

And when their lips met again—oh.

This one was different.

The first kiss had been nervous, electric in its hesitation. A question.

But this?

This was the answer.

Soobin kissed her like he was finally letting himself feel everything all at once. His free hand moved on instinct, resting lightly on her waist, fingers curling into the fabric of her top like he needed to make sure she didn’t vanish.

Y/N melted into him instantly, her hand slipping up to the back of his neck, her fingertips brushing the soft hair at his nape. She sighed against his mouth, and Soobin swore he felt that sound echo in his spine.

There was something unspoken passing between them—You’re real. I want this. I want you.

Soobin deepened the kiss just slightly, just enough to make her exhale a soft, surprised breath against his lips, and it sent a shiver down his back. His chest felt full. Too full. Like everything he’d been trying to hide inside had just broken the dam and spilled out of him in the shape of her name.

God, I like her so much.

The thought wasn’t even terrifying anymore.

Because she kissed him back like she already knew.

And wanted him anyway.

They pulled away slowly, reluctantly—his forehead resting against hers, both of them breathless and flushed, grinning like idiots who’d just stumbled into something too good for words.

Y/N was the first to speak, voice hushed, a little breathless. “Soobin…”

He looked up, dazed, still lost in the taste of her.

“Yeah?”

She tilted her head, that soft smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. “You’re really good at that.”

He blinked. “At what?”

“That,” she whispered, brushing her thumb gently across his lips. “Kissing. For someone who’s ‘never really done this before’…”

“I’m just,” he said softly, “really inspired.”

Y/N laughed, full and delighted, before kissing him again—short and sweet this time, like punctuation.

And Soobin, stunned and floating, could only think one thing as he looked at her:

I hope she never stops.

Except—tragically, hilariously, predictably—she did stop.

Because just as Soobin was about to lean in again, to kiss her one more time (maybe two, maybe forever), there was a loud rustling from behind the bushes followed by—

“FINALLY, we found you—WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Heeseung’s voice shattered the night like a dropped glass.

Y/N pulled back, blinking, lips still parted in shock. Soobin’s face instantly went redder than the cursed fruit punch from earlier, his lips swollen.

There, standing at the edge of the porch steps like they’d just walked in on a soap opera cliffhanger, were Heeseung and Beomgyu—both breathless, slightly disheveled, and wildly out of place in this very soft, very private moment. Oh, and drunk, they were both drunk.

Beomgyu gasped like he’d witnessed a crime. “Boobie!”

Soobin choked. “Don’t—don’t call me that right now—”

“You homewrecker!” Beomgyu howled, clutching his heart. “Look at you! Mid-kiss! Flushed! Handsy! That’s our shy boy!”

Heeseung pointed dramatically, still catching his breath. “You had one job, and it was to be awkward forever. This is—this is betrayal.”

“I—what? I didn’t do anything!” Soobin protested, his voice an octave higher than usual. “She kissed me!”

“Ohhh,” Beomgyu grinned, turning to Y/N like he’d just discovered live footage of a historical event. “So you’re the reason our boy’s been spiraling.”

“Guilty,” Y/N said, unbothered, resting her chin in her hand like this was all very amusing. Which it was. A little. Maybe.

Soobin was seconds from either crawling under the porch or launching himself into space.

Heeseung, however, wasn’t done. “That's mind-blowing, very cute, but wow,” he wheezed, hands on his knees. “Anyway, we’ve been trying to find you for twenty minutes. Everything’s falling apart.”

“Hueningkai fell into the pool,” Beomgyu added.

“What?!”

“He was chasing a Gengar,” Heeseung said, like that explained everything.

“On Pokémon Go,” Beomgyu clarified. “He screamed, slipped on a towel, did a full backflip, and now Jay’s drying him off with a leaf blower.”

“There’s a leaf blower?!” Y/N asked.

“It gets worse,” Heeseung groaned. “Yeonjun saw Jay helping Hueningkai and immediately got jealous.”

“He said, and I quote, ‘He’s not the only man with strong forearms around here,’” Beomgyu added.

Y/N blinked. “He didn’t.”

“He tried to wrestle Jay for the leaf blower,” Heeseung said grimly. “Sunoo had to separate them. Taehyun said it was ‘deeply symbolic.’”

“I have to see this,” Y/N laughed, standing up. “This sounds like a train wreck.”

“You do not,” Soobin said quickly, grabbing her wrist gently. “Please spare yourself.”

But Y/N was already grinning, tugging him to his feet. “Are you kidding? This is the best possible ending to tonight.”

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow. “You mean besides the part where you two were swapping spit on a porch?”

“Beomgyu!” Soobin hissed.

Y/N just laughed. “Honestly? No notes.”

Soobin sighed, but he couldn’t help smiling. Not when she was still holding his hand. Not when her thumb traced lightly over his knuckles like she wasn’t ready to let go.

Heeseung clapped a hand on Soobin’s back. “You okay, lover boy?”

“I was better two minutes ago.”

Beomgyu grinned. “Don’t worry. You’ll get back to the kissing some time, but now we gotta escape this cursed frat film.”

As the four of them stepped off the porch—Beomgyu and Heeseung leading the way with chaotic urgency—Soobin lingered behind, still holding Y/N’s hand like it might keep him tethered to the magic of the moment.

The air around them was still warm, humming with leftover sparks and the scent of whatever pink potion they’d been drinking. The porch light cast her in that same golden glow, her lips still slightly curved from their last kiss, and Soobin—well, Soobin looked absolutely heartbroken to be leaving her side.

He turned to her, just a little, eyes searching hers like maybe he could stall time, or at least borrow another minute.

“I really don’t want to go,” he said softly, thumb brushing over her knuckles. “But if I don’t, Yeonjun’s going to fight Jay in the driveway with a pool noodle and Hueningkai might drown in a kiddie float.”

Y/N bit her bottom lip to keep from laughing. “So… heroic of you.”

“I try,” he sighed, 

She smiled for real this time “Go. Go save your little panda-folk.”

Soobin added with a small, reluctant smile, “Later... I will text you, okay?”

Her smile widened, soft and certain. “Definitely.”

Soobin exhaled like he’d just been given permission to hope again.

He squeezed her hand one last time, then forced himself to let go.

Every step away from her felt like walking backwards out of a dream—but somewhere in the back of his mind, he knew.

He’d be back.And next time, nothing—not even for the sake of Hueningkai, the structural integrity of the party, and his dignity before Yeonjun throwing down with Jay in a leaf blower duel—was going to pull him away before he got another kiss.

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this might have been the cutest thing that has ever came out of my brain?? it me took a while to write this one, but i'm so proud of it to the point i cried writing their kissing scene!! it might be my favorite chapter so far! aaaaa please let me know in the comments your favorite parts about this chapter! i'm so excited to share this one with you guysss <3 lots of love always

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[spenceragnewfics]

I know it's silly, but can I ask for a soulmate au with Spencer and female reader? Like they discovered they are soulmates in a dumb way

Sorry if this sucks! I don't know why it was difficult to write this.

Summary: Most people get romantic, poetic soulmate marks. You? You were blessed with: “Is that your Mountain Dew Kickstart?” Word Count: 844

People talk about their soulmate marks like they’re holy scripture.

“Your smile is the sun.”

“You became my everything when you entered the room.”

Even the dramatic ones are revered like Oscar-winning monologues:

“I’ve crossed galaxies for you.”

“I’d bleed just to find you.”

You?

You were cursed.

Your soulmate mark, the first words your destined partner would ever say to you, reads:

“Is that your Mountain Dew Kickstart?”

That’s it. No flourish. No poetry. No cosmic magnetism wrapped in metaphor.

Just a neon-green energy drink and a question you swore you’d never hear unironically.

You’re not even a Kickstart girl. You’re a cold brew enthusiast. You like your caffeine smooth and morally superior, not tasting like a science experiment wrapped in citrus. But fate, apparently, has a sense of humor. Or a sponsorship deal.

You gave up hoping for romance years ago. Told yourself it would happen when it happened. That you’d laugh about it someday.

You just didn’t expect “someday” to be today.

You're behind the camera on set for your first Try Not to Laugh shoot as a production assistant. The energy is pure chaos: props flying, bit wheels spinning, people screaming into megaphones for no discernible reason.

You’re trying to keep up, managing props while helping reset the stage, when you set your roommate’s Mountain Dew Kickstart on a prop crate for just one moment.

And then it happens.

Spencer walks by, picks up the can, and—without an ounce of awareness of the cosmic chaos he’s about to unleash—glances at you and asks:

“Is that your Mountain Dew Kickstart?”

The world slows.

You freeze.

Your entire bloodstream turns to static. The can. The voice. The phrase. Your mark.

You spin around so fast your headset nearly flies off your head.

Spencer stops, Kickstart still in hand, confused by your deer-in-headlights stare. “You okay?” he asks, brow furrowing.

Your mouth opens, but no words come out. You just stare.

He lifts the can again. “This. Is it yours?”

And that’s when it hits him.

Your stunned face. The look of sheer existential panic. The unmistakable moment of realization that everyone fears and dreams about in equal measure.

“Oh my God,” Spencer says slowly. “Don’t tell me that was your—”

You nod. Just once. Like if you move too much, you’ll combust. “Soulmark,” you croak. “Yep.”

He stares at you.

Then stares at the can in his hand.

“Mountain Dew Kickstart?” he repeats. “That’s what the universe gave us?”

You both blink at each other, completely horrified.

And then, like a switch flips, you both burst out laughing.

It starts soft, like a trickle of disbelief, and then spills over into full-on wheezing hysterics. Spencer doubles over, the can still in his grip. You cover your mouth, tears in your eyes.

“Oh God,” you gasp. “My grandma has ‘I’ve waited a thousand lifetimes for you’ and I got this.”

Spencer’s laughing so hard he almost drops the can. “My brother’s is ‘I knew it was you the moment I heard your laugh,’ and mine’s freaking soda-based.”

You’re both laughing so much you don’t notice Courtney walking up until she’s right beside you, eyes narrowed in suspicion.

“What’s going on?”

Spencer wipes a tear. “Soulmark moment.”

Her face lights up.

“No.”

You nod, still recovering.

“What was it?” she asks, already too excited.

Spencer just holds up the Kickstart and says it again with full dramatic flair:

“Is that your Mountain Dew Kickstart?”

Courtney immediately chokes on her LaCroix.

By lunch, the entire cast and crew knows.

Damien starts calling you the Kickstart Couple™ and threatens to make a fake ad campaign. Olivia insists your first wedding dance has to be to a remixed Mountain Dew commercial jingle. Ian offers to have merch made.

You’ve never been so embarrassed or so secretly happy in your life.

Later that afternoon, you’re alone at the edit bay, trying to get some actual work done while everyone else takes a break. You’re sipping your boring, refined cold brew when Spencer slides into the chair next to you.

He doesn’t say anything at first—just leans his elbow on the desk and watches you scroll through footage.

Then he nudges your arm.

“So…” he says casually. “Do I owe you a replacement Kickstart? Or like… a soulmate date?”

You glance at him.

His tone is teasing, but his eyes are kind. Warm. There’s something real behind the grin.

You lean back in your chair and smirk. “Both. I expect emotional commitment and carbonation.”

He blinks.

Then smiles. Slow. Bright. Like he can’t believe you just said that.

And he rolls up his sleeve.

There, in unmistakable silvery ink, is his soulmate mark:

“Both. I expect emotional commitment and carbonation.”

You burst out laughing. Again.

“I’m gonna kill fate,” you say, shaking your head.

Spencer leans back beside you. “You can try. But I think fate just wants us to be... effervescent.”

You groan. “That was terrible.”

“But you laughed.”

You don’t say it, but your grin says everything.

Yeah. You did.

[c-monthecob]

Rindou & You Headcanons

🎵You let him pick the location for your first date. Though you didn't know that he couldn't grasp the concept of a romantic setting

🎵 He told you to wear something casual. That had you thinking you were going to the movies or something. Nope!

🎵 He took you on a two-hour hike up a mountain. It was scorching hot outside and bugs were tearing you up. When you suggested turning back because you were tired, he kept talking about the reward at the top.

🎵 The reward was a view of a giant lake.

🎵 Though he made up for it by giving you one of the best massages you've ever had. (That was the only reason there was a second date)

🎵 Couldn't enjoy the movies with him. He heckles the movie the entire time. "She would've survived if she minded her own business."

🎵He never remembers important dates, but he will remember you mentioning how you don't like the smell of citrus three years ago.

🎵 When he gets drunk he's loud and proud about your relationship. He'll scream "This is my girlfriend!" at the top of his lungs and point at you.

🎵When he's working out or fighting, he makes you wear his glasses so he doesn't lose them.

🎵When he gets drunk, he wakes you up and forces you to listen to remixes he's working on.

🎵You don't know why, but he made you promise to lie to Kakucho whenever he goes to the gym.

🎵 He takes full advantage of how uncomfortable his flexibility makes you feel. He'll turn his head to an uncomfortable angle to scare you

🎵 He'll roast your playlist, then turn around and use Shazam to find out the song that's playing

🎵 He'll randomly trap you in a hug, tackle you to the ground, or sneak up behind you and won't let go until you tell him how much you love him.

🎵Refuses to stay still for a picture. He either hides his face or faces the other way.

🎵You take yoga classes together on the weekends, and he always shows out, flexing on the less experienced people.

🎵Infuriatingly indecisive when it comes to plans. You ask what he wants to do, and he just shrugs. "I dunno. Whatever you wanna do." But the moment you pick something, he suddenly has opinions.

🎵Sometimes you can tell that his brother raised him. They're both so damn sassy you could swear they're the same person.

🎵When you two go shopping, he takes one of those motor scooters despite you telling him they're for people who need them.

🎵You turned your back for three seconds and he ended up leading security on a not-so-high-speed chase through the store. (You pretended not to know him)

🎵Sometimes, he’ll sit completely twisted up, then call you over, "I think I'm stuck!" And when you panic, he just untangles himself and laughs.

🎵Everytime you go out, he knows at least two people there. He'll end up chatting with them for so long that you'll be late to your dinner reservations.

🎵 Shion tends to invite himself to your dates. You don't have the heart to tell him to leave and he can't take a hint with Rindou's sarcasm. (He thinks the three of you are a trio)

🎵 You braided Ran's hair and started acting like you practically cheated on him.

🎵When you asked him what he went to juvie for he causally told you "Oh, I killed a guy." Refused to elaborate any further.

🎵 Tells you he knows a spot constantly.

🎵You're watching the sunset on the roof of a building, and then you hear a police radio go off.

🎵Now you're jumping from rooftop to rooftop while the cops chase you for trespassing.

🎵 Any cuddle sessions you have are interrupted by Ran, eating any snacks you have, and falling asleep by your feet like a dog.

🎵After an argument, he goes to the gym to cool off. If you're feeling petty, you'll tell Kakucho he's out training and tell him exactly where Rindou is.

[wonkylandbot]

hopping on @citrus-mistrus ’s theodora design and doin’ a little remix based off empress theodora of byzantine! :3

[fast-burn]

day 12: daddy/mommy for winter warmers, maxiel, explicit, 2.2k

At Jimmy'z, probably half one in the morning, the girl Daniel had been dancing with for about a dozen 90s-retro remixes excused herself to the bathroom by pressing her full fake breasts up against his chest and shouting into his ear. Daniel watched her disappear through the crowd, her tiny baby-blue slip of a dress with the fluffy white hem hiking up the back of her thighs so high he could've sworn he saw the curve of the bottom of her ass. He popped up on his toes, hoping to catch the top of her bobbing strawberry-blonde head. What he saw was Max.

Max at the fringes, but surrounded by the usual entourage. He was red-faced and smiling, eyes nearly squinted shut, being jostled back and forth with an empty G&T in his hand. Definitely drunk. Definitely having a great time, all the boundaries of personal space dissipated with every refill of his glass.

Daniel wriggled his way out of the throbbing crush of dancers and filled a cup at the water station. He brought it over to Max.

The circle parted, opened for Daniel because Max always left a space there for him, no matter how many times Daniel walked away and put distance between them.

"Hiya," Daniel yelled over the music. He took the drink from Max, slippery with condensation, and slurped from the edge of the glass. It was mostly ice and backwash, and a faint burn where the gin was basically only vapour. He gave Max the water. "Oughta stay hydrated, kid."

Daniel couldn't drink like a fish anymore. He'd only had three cocktails and a shot, and already was a quarter past tipsy. He dreaded the hangover that would linger over him the next day, rather than the burst of nausea easily handled by a prostrate trip to the porcelain god. He was sensitive to it, that's all: the consequences of a night out. So, the water.

Max grinned at him, a different smile than his totally-fucked-smashed-drunk one, and different than the one he reserved for Daniel alone. "Thank you, daddy," he said, barely loud enough to hear, a little sarcastic, a lot simpering.

Daniel laughed. Max laughed. Daniel walked away, and the words hit him on a five-second delay, thunder after lightning.

His body kept moving, but the rest of him stood there, watching, waiting for what would happen next.

The girl came back and tucked her lace underwear into the tight front pocked of Daniel's jeans, and then twisted her fingers into his belt loops to pull him in. She'd reapplied her shiny lip gloss, and now she smeared it across his mouth, cotton candy chasing away the citrus and pine. Daniel mostly stopped thinking about Max for the rest of the night.

-----

Part of Daniel was still standing there with Max, even three days later.

Maybe he just didn't hear Max right. Maybe he said Danny, not--

Or maybe he didn't but it was still just a big joke. Max had learned to make friends on the track by having a dirty sense of humour, and Daniel only made it worse, one-upping him until they were both practically rolling on the ground. One time Max had giggled something like I'll just piss on your race suit, and then you'll have to drive naked and Daniel had sniped back that Max should make sure to get his boots, and then there was something about a golden-shower-shoey, so like. Daddy kink stuff wasn't really out of the question.

Unless it wasn't a joke at all. Unless Max was serious. And every spare moment, Daniel was thinking about it. He should have stayed there, making sure Max drank the whole glass of water, wiping up any mess that spilled from the corners of his mouth. He could have convinced Max to get some fresh air, to go home early, to get a good night's rest. He could have tucked Max in himself.

And Max would have said thank you, daddy.

Daniel shivered and nudged his dick with the side of his thumb, willing it to calm the fuck down. Max got a little sloppy and affectionate when he was drunk. It had nothing to do with Daniel.

He would probably say that to anyone. Max always liked mature women who were a little mean, and sucked up advice from any older man to sort through later at his leisure, always tucking one foot cutely behind the other and blinking up at them, even when he was taller. Daniel could easily picture Max in bed--

Max in bed with someone, calling them mommy or daddy, whimpering about it, pale eyelashes clumped together with tears, blushing red all the way down. Biting his lips until they were hot and bee-stung. Flat on his back, or with his ass in the air. Either. Both. It didn't seem impossible, that he'd beg for more, wrung out and desperate on Daniel's dick.

Or that, maybe, possibly, the other way around, desperate to prove he was a big man now who could give just as good as he could take, grinding inside all frantic-like, going please please please until Daniel told him he could come and he'd fill Daniel to the brim moaning thank you, daddy with every pulse.

And it was very much not the thing to be thinking when Daniel was about to head to the airport to hitch a ride with Max to the race. Totally uncool to contemplate, really, when it was entirely probable that Max didn't call him daddy at all. So Daniel went into the kitchen and opened his fridge and stood there until he could focus on something else like when his coffee cream was going to expire.

-----

There was a knock on his motorhome door on Saturday night. Daniel was supposed to be doing yoga before bed, had rolled out his mat, but was actually scrolling his Instagram algorithm: swimsuit model, dirt bikes, athleisure model, Italian food, different swimsuit model.

He opened the door, and it was Max on the other side, as if all of Daniel's perseverating had made him appear like a magic trick.

"Are you busy?" Max asked, and Daniel said nah and let him come up.

Max kicked off his shoes made himself very comfortable on Daniel's couch, arms pillowed behind his head and nasty greyish athletic socks propped up on the arm. "Oh, sure," Daniel said, mouth working on auto-pilot, "anywhere you like."

"Let's not waste time on the pleasantries, Daniel. We've known each other long enough."

"And where am I supposed to sit?"

Max shrugged, like it's your place, figure it out, so Daniel just went cross-legged on the yoga mat. He was in boxers and a ratty old pullover because he wasn't expecting company; Max was in jeans and a plain t-shirt because it was his uniform. The combination put Daniel at ease as much as it made him sort of salivate. It was the same outfit Max wore absolutely everywhere, and that included Jimmy'z.

"So what's up?" Daniel asked after a while, because Max hadn't visited him in the middle of the night since Renault, and even then it was only once.

Max peered at him, down the ski slope of his nose. "You liked when I called you that," he said. Accused. That. He didn't elaborate, but Daniel knew. "You have been not-looking at me all weekend."

Daniel blushed, his face going hot all the way up to his hair. "You notice when I don't look at you?" He said, instead of denying it or saying he'd been busy. He was an idiot.

"Why do you like it?" Max pressed.

He didn't know why. It wasn't something he was normally into very much. Girls had said it to him in the heat of the moment, and it didn't turn his crank in any particular way. It was something about Max and Max alone. Daniel just wanted Max to want him. That write-off moment at the club was as close as he'd gotten in years.

Instead of waiting for Daniel to answer, Max sat up and scooted to the edge of his seat. His legs slid forward until they bracketed Daniel, knees spread, crotch very fucking obviously on display. Daniel leaned forward, almost against his own will. "Yeah?" Max murmured, and unbuttoned his pants.

Daniel did the rest of the work, dizzy with it, the musky smell of Max's dick at the end of the day and the bitter-brine-salt that painted his lips when he bent to suck it. Max stroked the very tips of his fingers through Daniel's hair at the temples, and Daniel bubbled and fizzed all over. It had been a while since Daniel gave anyone a blowjob. He certainly hadn't been sober at the time, but at least he didn't have the braces to contend with anymore. He just went slow and easy. He kissed and licked at the crown of Max's cock, slipped his tongue into the little pocket of foreskin where the taste was strongest, and used his hand to jack off the rest.

"Yes, yes, oh, yes," Max kept saying on repeat, breathy but not very imaginative. It was the fucking best. His thighs were twitching and Daniel took a moment to rub his face over the soft skin there, pinking it all up. He went back to sucking, taking more into his mouth, feeling brave, feeling powerful. "You want me to say it?"

He did and he didn't. Daniel's mouth made a weird slurping noise, unintentional, so he pushed down further, moaned around Max's dick. It was good. It wasn't what he imagined, but it was what he wanted.

"Daddy," Max said, voice tentative, but Daniel's cock pulsed between his legs and he sucked and swallowed. "Yes, daddy," said Max, firmer. "Feels good, yes."

Daniel sank down far enough that his chin brushed Max's balls, and Max flinched, a tiny thrust that made Daniel cough. He pulled off and cleared his throat. "You don't have to," he said, voice already rough.

Max touched Daniel's temples again, feather-light. "If it's what you want," Max said and trailed off expansively.

Anything, he meant. He'd do anything for Daniel.

"Just come, yeah?" Daniel said. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and then pressed his face into the tender crease of Max's groin. "Just take what you need."

Max took himself in hand and started jerking off, the knuckle of his pinky finger rubbing Daniel's ear as he stayed put, just breathing in with his mouth open. "I'm going to come very quickly," Max said. "You're very--Daniel, I can't stop it."

Daniel turned his head and lapped at Max's balls, and then Max was groaning above him and coming, crushing Daniel's head between his legs. Some of it dripped down his dick until Daniel could taste that too, sharper and disgusting and wonderful. It was so good, and Daniel was dizzy with how much more he wanted, how he didn't want it to ever end.

When Max cooled down he let Daniel up. Daniel's own cock made an obscene tent in the fabric of his boxers. He was lightheaded, desperate to be touched. He was standing, and Max was looking up at him, eyes rimmed red and blue as a swimming pool, as tear-stained as Daniel had hoped. Max hooked his fingers into Daniel's waistband and yanked the boxers down. Daniel's cock bobbed. Max stuck out his tongue.

What a day to learn that Max had no gag reflex. That Daniel could sink straight into his throat and fuck in and out at his own pace. "Holy fucking shit fucking fuck shit cunt fuck," Daniel grunted like Max was dragging it out of him. "Shit, baby, fuck. You're so fucking, fuck. Max. Maxy."

Max's eyelashes fluttered and he breathed through his nose, the air tickling the sensitive skin at the base of Daniel's dick. And then he grabbed Daniel's ass and pushed him in, made him sink all the way and held him there, closed his eyes and swallowed, swallowed, swallowed. There was nothing for Daniel to do but give in and come with his dick buried to the hilt.

He must have toppled over, because in the next moment he had his face smushed up against the window of his motorhome and Max scrambling beneath him, pushing at Daniel's hips and teeth scraping as he freed himself. Daniel felt like he was moving through hot, sticky honey, collapsing onto the couch with his dick still spurting and Max rolling onto the floor.

But Max was laughing, saying, "Daniel, you're so unbelievable, oh my god," and smacking him on his butt. His ankles were all tangled up in his boxers. He was a mess. He couldn't help but laugh back.

"I think I'm broken. You broke my brain."

"Obviously," Max quipped. He pushed at Daniel's side until Daniel turned over onto his back, and then Max laid down on top of him. He was fucking heavy in the best way, like a little Maxy-downforce keeping Daniel from flying away.

"We did this backwards," Daniel said, and then when Max gave him a look of confusion he brought their mouths together.

After they were done kissing, for the moment, Max asked, "So you do, or you don't want me to call you daddy?"

Daniel cringed and smiled and laughed again. "I don't think, I mean, maybe. Sometimes, or like, on special occasions? But just Daniel is good."

"Just Daniel," Max repeated. "Thank you, Daniel."

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Be My First - LN4

Relationships: Lando Norris x Lewis Hamilton!Daughter Reader

Summary: Lewis Hamilton’s daughter attends the Miami Grand Prix, where—after the race—she parties with Lando at a club before asking him to take her virginity.

Warnings: Mentions of sex (no explicit descriptions), drunken antics, emotional vulnerability, English not first language.

The Miami Grand Prix weekend was one of the most electrifying of the season. The paddock buzzed with post-race revelry, and Y/n, Lewis’s 21-year-old daughter, who’d taken a break from her exams to attend, was in her element. Here, she was adored, the epicentre of both chaos and infectious energy. Her friendship with Lando, a whirlwind of banter and mischief, had reached its peak, and by Sunday evening, they’d escaped the paddock for a nightclub

The club was heaving—neon lights pulsed overhead, bass throbbed through the floor, and bodies moved in sync with remixes of Drake and Beyoncé. Y/n wore a black crop top adorned with shimmering chains, ripped jeans, and trainers with neon laces. Her violet-streaked hair glowed under the UV lights, piercings catching the strobes. Lando, in his usual Quadrant tee and jeans, looked every bit the lad out for a laugh, his grin contagious

"Y/n, this is gonna be a legendary night!" he shouted over the music, handing her a luridly coloured cocktail with a tiny umbrella. "To Miami, to racing, and to us!"

"To us!" she snorted, clinking her glass against his. The usual shyness that held her back had dissolved in vodka and citrus. She downed the drink in one, eyes alight. "Lando, let’s dance!"

They crashed onto the dance floor, where Lando immediately launched into his signature flailing, off-beat moves, belting lyrics with zero shame. Y/n cackled, matching his energy, her hair bouncing as she jumped. One cocktail became two, then three, until they were both swaying, giggling at nothing.

"You know, you’re like a puppy," Y/n slurred, gripping his arm for balance. "Just—loud and everywhere at once."

"And you’re a kitten," Lando shot back, grinning. "All claws till someone pets you, then you’re a melt."

"I am not a melt!" she protested, but her laughter betrayed her.

By midnight, they were too pissed to stand. Lando, playing the "responsible"one, called a taxi, and they stumbled into the hotel where the drivers were staying. Lewis was on another floor, and with Y/n in no state to navigate alone, Lando steered her to his room.

Inside, he flicked on the light. Y/n collapsed onto the bed, hair splayed across the pillow, giggling at the ceiling while Lando fumbled for water.

"Landooo," she drawled, voice thick with drink. "You’re so… funny. But don’t tell anyone, yeah?"

Lando, equally worse for wear, chuckled, setting the bottle on the nightstand. "Yeah, secret’s safe," he said, perching on the edge of the mattress.

"Now sleep, rockstar. Lewis’ll murder me if you’re knackered tomorrow."

But Y/n had other ideas. She sat up, eyes glazed yet oddly intent. The alcohol had burned away her inhibitions, leaving only reckless curiosity, questions that made Lando’s ears burn

"Lando, what’s it like… y’know, sex?" she blurted, leaning closer. "Like, I’ve seen porn, but that’s not real, right?"

Lando froze. "Uh—Y/n, are you serious?"He rubbed his neck, flushing. "It’s… not like porn, no."

She barrelled on, each question more mortifying than the last.

"So like—your dick. Does it just… sit there in your pants? Or like, fold up? Or—float in the bath? Tell me, it’s important!"

"Christ, Y/n, did you skip sex ed?!"* he yelped, fighting laughter. *"I’m not—this isn’t—no!"

"Only porn!"* she whined, waving her hands. "C’mon! Is yours big? Average? What?"

"Y/n, stop!" Lando threw his hands up. "You’re pissed, I’m pissed, this is a bad idea. Just sleep, yeah?"

But Y/n switched tactics. Her gaze turned pleading, voice softening. "Lando… we’re friends, right? I trust you. You’re… good. Be my first?" Her fingers brushed his belt

Lando recoiled, catching her wrists. "No," he said, firm but gentle. "You’re not yourself. You’d regret this."

She tugged against his grip. "Why not?"

"Because you’re my mate," he said, holding her gaze. "And I won’t let you wreck that. Not like this. Not when you’re this gone."

Her face crumpled. "D’you think I’m ugly? That I’m—stupid?"

Lando exhaled. "Y/n, you’re brilliant. But this isn’t about that. You’re drunk. I’m drunk. And Lewis would feed me to the sharks."

When she kept crying, he bundled her into a blanket burrito, holding her until her sobs quieted. "Sleep," he murmured. "I’ve got you."

She mumbled something unintelligible, tears soaking his shirt, but eventually, her breathing evened out. Lando waited until she was fully asleep before collapsing beside her, one thought looping: *Lewis is gonna kill me.*

Morning

Sunlight and hangovers arrived hand in hand. Y/n woke first, violet hair a disaster, makeup smudged. She groaned, prodding Lando awake. "Oi, Norris. What the hell happened last night?"

Lando cracked one eye open. "You nearly got us arrested. Go back to sleep."

She squinted, sensing a lie, but her pounding skull vetoed further interrogation. "If you posted drunk snaps of me, you’re dead."

Hi! What do you think about this? Please write your opinion, so I can understand what and how I should do better, thanks 💜

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citrus (inkling remix)

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remixing and adding onto someone else's work is cool as shit and will be continue to be cool as shit

cream soda - a reshade/gshade preset for Sims 3

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color bomb: a reshade preset by sim-songs

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Spring has sprung.

It's Spring time in DC,which means we get to enjoy the beauty of the cherry blossoms. The weather wasn't so great this year,but they were still pretty.

(actual cherry blossom pic taken by Uncle Giltron)

And of course,there are Tiki drinks for this occasion.

Mix #160 Cherry Blossom

1.5oz white rum 1oz pineapple juice 1oz cream of coconut 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz blue curacao 1/2oz cinnamon syrup

Shake well with plenty of ice and pour into hurricane glass.

Created by Justin Wojslaw,from the book Minimalist Tiki. Despite the name,there is no cherry in the drink,and it's actually turquoise colored instead of red. So it's pretty much the perfect drink for the way things work in DC. It's sweet and creamy with a cinnamon profile. Pretty good,if a bit touristy.

Mix #161 Cherry Pie Tai

1.5oz Demerara rum 1/2oz rhum agricole 3/4oz Cherry Heering 3/4oz lemon juice 1/2oz orgeat

Shake with ice and pour into Mai Tai glass.

I love Mai Tais,so a cherry version was perfect to go with the blossoms. Created by Nathan Robinson,it pretty much tastes like a tart cherry Mai Tai. Quite nice.

Mix #162 Paradise Cooler

2oz white rum 1/2oz Cherry Heering 1oz velvet falernum 2oz orange juice 1oz lime juice

Shake with ice and pour into double old fashioned glass. Garnish with cherry speared with an apple slice.

This was the house drink of the Denver Hilton in the 1960's. It's tart and citrus-y with some spice and a bit of cherry finish. Very nice. A good Tiki drink for cherry fans.

Mix #163 Hemingway Daiquiri

2oz white rum 3/4oz lime juice 1/2oz grapefruit juice 1/2oz maraschino liqueur*

Shake with ice until chilled,then strain into coupe glass.

*I used Cherry Heering.

So,the story goes that Ernest Hemingway went into the El Floridita bar in Havana to use the restroom. On the way out the bartender was setting up a line of daiquiris and Hemingway decided to try one. He commented that it wasn't bad,but he preferred twice the rum and no sugar. So the bartender made one his way and named the drink after him. And over time it has morphed into the recipe above. No idea if any of this is true,but it's a good story. Since Ernest was a man's man,I decided to use Smith & Cross navy rum instead of white rum. The result was a VERY tart drink(I did use Heering which is tarter than maraschino liqueur). I didn't want Ernest's ghost to haunt me and call me a wuss,so I finished it,but if I were ever to make another I'd definitely dump in some simple syrup. If tart's your thing,then you might like this.

Mix #164 Ankle Breaker

1oz 151 rum* 1oz Cherry Heering 1oz lemon juice 1/2 oz simple syrup

Shake with ice and pour into double rocks glass.

*I used Wray & Nephew Overproof.

I came across this recipe in a Facebook group. According to Beachbum Berry's book Remixed,this was created in the Swamp Fox Room bar in the Francis Marion Hotel in Charleston, South Carolina sometime in the 1950's. It was inspired by a story about hero of the Revolutionary War,General Francis Marion(AKA,the Swamp Fox),who supposedly broke his ankle jumping from a second-story window of the hotel while trying “to escape sober from a party at which this drink was flowing too freely.” Again,no idea if this is true but a good story is a good story. While 151 rum is intended for this,the poster used Wray & Nephew Overproof(which is "only" 126 proof) and since I have W&N and have been meaning to use it more,I used it too. And since I like funk I also doubled down and used Demerara syrup instead of regular simple. Very nice. This drink is very daiquiri-like. The rum really came forward with just a bit of cherry finish. Of course with overproof rum it had some kick. I'm going to make this again with some other rums just to play around with it.

So until next time,have a cocktail and enjoy the pretty flowers.

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Tagged by @rayless-reblogs, thanks so much! ^^

Ten people I'd like to get to know better.

Last song: SeeDs of Pandora, a remix album of Final Fantasy VIII. I've been trying to maintain a headspace while working on komic pages.

Favorite Color: Siren, aka this color. Err, sorry if you can barely see that in dark mode!

Last Book: I haven't had it in me to read books (or even most fanfics) in a long time. I honestly don't know why and I hate it. I just got a library card so I can have a quiet, safe space to catch up on my reading list, though. Hopefully having a place for it will help.

Last Movie: Close Encounters of the Third Kind. I saw it once before as a little kid. It's wild how well the effects hold up today!

Last TV Show: Star Trek: Lower Decks. They had their series finale a few weeks ago and I miss it already. It has the most lovable main cast I've seen in ages.

Sweet/savory/spicy: Sweet lately! With the winter storm and everyone being sick, I've had a craving for citrus. 🍊

Last thing I searched online: Neomycin and polymyxin B sulfates and dexamethasone ophthalmic ointment. It's for my eyelids.

Current obsession: Nothing much, life's pretty task-oriented atm.

Looking forward to: Getting the next page of my comic out for patrons, and starting this new gym routine once my ankle weights arrive. I want a nicer butt and hips lol

No-pressure tagging @rubybahamut @heartillycore and @barananduen-blog!

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Listen/purchase: Old Citrus (Equinox Remix) by Pixl & Peeb

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Legacyverse: Sunni - Forecast Clarity

Arikitari - WON | Dragalia Lost (One Starry Dragonyule)

Bad Boy - Riton & Kah-Lo

Better When I'm Dancin’ - Meghan Trainor

Citrus Love - Bao The Whale ft. Overspace

Dreams in My Head - Anika Moa

Fireflies (Funk Fiction Remix) - Nikki Simmons | Cytus II

Girl in Stilettos - Annah Mac

I Didn't Just Come Here To Dance - Carly Rae Jepsen

Kawaii Till I Die - Starjunk 95

Misty Memory (Day Version) - ZOEE | Arknights (So Long, Adele)

Pastel - Moe Shop & Snail's House

Pictures - Emma Blackery 

Ready or Not - Bridgit Mendler

Safe with Me - Gryffin & Audrey Mika 

Summer Fever - Doe Hadfield 

Sun - Home

(There's Gotta Be) More To Life - Stacie Orrico

Wherever You Are - adam&steve ft. Maty Noyes

Whitney - Rêve

Winged Step - Ivoris | Arknights (EP: Ray)

[angelloverde]

"Mo Soul" Player Playlist 14 April

Eric Hilton - Spiral Aura

Tommy Guerrero - Sidewalk Soul

Soulstance - The Time

Toco - Sem Par

S-Tone Inc. Feat. Laura Fedele - Dreamer

Balanco - Cocktail Con Laura

Gerardo Frisina - Sophisticated Samba

4hero - Broken Samba

Dego & Kaidi - Don't Remain The Same

2000Black - Got Me Puzzled

Nuyorican Soul - It's Alright, I Feel It!

Incognito - You Are In My System

Bluey - Crazy 'Bout You

Citrus Sun - Vontade De Rever Voce

Louie Vega - A Better Day (DJ Spinna Remix)

If you really want to enjoy music and help musicians and bands, buy their lp’s or cd’s and don’t download mp3 formats. There is nothing like good quality sound!!!

(Angel Lo Verde / Mo Soul)