#triangles class 10

[realjem]

i think truly my greatest weakness is my rampant word association. i hear a word thats used in something i know and almost everytime im like "woah just like something i know??? like that thing i know of????"

[educationwiz]

In the following figure, ΔABC is a right-angled triangle, such that: ♦ A...

[ckret2]

So a while ago some friends were talking about fans who claim the Same Coin theory is canon. And I made the mistake of saying:

Do you know who also has tons in common with Bill? Mabel. Yet nobody claims Bill reincarnated as Mabel. …wait now I want a "same coin but it's Mabel" AU. Funniest Bill reincarnation option. The all-seeing arsonist is making macaroni glitter art. The omnipotent tyrant is crying because a unicorn called her a bad person.

And then I overthought it for two months.

So—AU where after death, Bill's soul shoots 13 years into the past and reincarnates as Mabel. I'll call it ✨ Sparkly Coin AU ✨

Don't leave yet. Lemme show you why it works. Behold the eerie amount of parallels in their personalities, dialogue, behavior, mannerisms, tastes...

I could have kept going but my attention span ran out. All right, we all on board now? Convinced we could segue from one personality into the other? Great. Now here's why you should be interested: the juicy post-Weirdmageddon angst potential.

As long as a small fringe of the fandom still thinks Weirdmageddon is Mabel's fault, why not amp that up x100 and have some fun with it?

Is everyone sold now? Great. Let's get into the details. I've got 8 more pieces of art under the read more.

So the AU starts the instant Bill dies. Thanks to invoking his deal with the Axolotl—one way to absolve his crime, a different form, a different time—the Axolotl gives him a new shape and shoots him thirteen years into the past. Apparently, the Axolotl thought it would be very funny to stick Bill in the family that defeated him.

Which probably made for a jarring transition.

(It's fine, she's like 10 minutes old, she probably can't even tell who she's looking at. Not being able to tell who she was looking at is what got her into this situation ayyyy)

When Dipper & Mabel come back from Gravity Falls complaining about this triangular jerk Bill, their parents mention that Dipper's name was nearly Bill. See, after they knew they were going to have a boy, one night their mom dreamed about a visitor—some kind of magic pink salamander??—calling her child "BILL." Then at the next sonogram they found out they were having twins, the girl must've been hidden at a weird angle the first time, and they wanted matching names, so they thought, Bill and Bell. But they didn't really like Bell; but eventually they stumbled on Mabel, so to keep the names matching they switched from Bill to Mason. Isn't that the darnedest thing?

(Of course, Mabel and Dipper assume Bill harassed their parents to try to trick them into naming a kid after him. To be a jerk.)

When Bill meets Mabel, he's unaware that she's his future self—Bill's notably bad at doing things like, say, double-checking to see whether he's going to die anytime soon—but like... he can tell something's up.

Naturally, before visiting Gravity Falls, there were echoes of who Mabel used to be—but nothing anyone would be able to identify without context. All her Bill-ish quirks either smoothed out with time (see: how between second grade and fourth grade Mabel went from being the "freak" to the popular girl in class), or else they were accepted by her family as Mabel-ish quirks.

After they meet (and kill) Bill, they have the context to understand some of Mabel's behaviors... and unfortunately, some of Mabel's latent Bill-ness starts surfacing after she's been directly exposed to her prior incarnation.

The part of the Pines family familiar with Bill thinks the worst case scenario is that maybe Bill's survived and is slowly possessing Mabel; but far more likely, they think this is just some weird way of trying to subconsciously process last summer. Mabel doesn't think she's being weird, you guys are being weird, stop giving her weird looks. They get attacked by one triangle and now she can't wear yellow or pick up macrame as a hobby??

(It's not all red flags and uncomfortable triangle imagery, though. When Stan asks her what she'd like as a gift for some important event, she shyly admits that she thinks she's starting to outgrow her plastic gem jewelry and maybe she's old enough to get her first piece of real gold jewelry, if that's not too expensive? And Stan's never been so proud of her. Thirteen years old and already thinking about buying gold!)

But of course, the real fun starts when Mabel finds out.

That's the face of a girl who's just discovered that she tortured her great uncle. Now imagine running into the brother she possessed.

But I've already spent a million words and thirteen images on this post. If enough folks are interested in the AU maybe I'll expand on it later. Let me know what y'all think.

[mastermentorr]

Alert! Try out the TRIANGLES if the basics are base.

Did you know that there are six types of triangles? Three are based on sides and the other three are based on angles. Can you name all the six triangles?

Are you trying to recall them? Take test now & get your Gap Analysis report to see how much of your class 9 triangles you know & remember properly!

What is the point of taking a test in class 9, when you are already in class?

The point is, the confirmation that your triangles basics are strong enough to boost your Maths score in class 10. Talking of the basics, despite the existence of 6 types of triangles, many polygons are similar to each other but can you tell if two given triangles are identical or not? This is probably the easiest part among all the concepts of triangles. Taking a common example of us having similar features as our family. Similarly, a triangle can be similar to another triangle based on a few feature criteria such as:

Angle- Angle (AA) criterion

Angle- Angle- Angle (AAA) criterion

Side- Side-Side (SSS) criterion

Side-Angle-Side (SAS) criterion

Do you know these? That’s great. You know what can make you better at it? A test. A SeekoG academic diagnostic test on this chapter in class 9th will exactly tell you how good you are in each concept.

Another triangle concept that can confuse you with the similarity concept is the concept of proportionality. This concept is based on a theorem. Take notes here people!!

“If a line is drawn parallel to one side of a triangle intersecting the other two sides in distinct points, then the other two sides of triangles are divided in the same ratio.”

Will it be better if an example would have been provided? Definitely!!

It gets better when practical or visual representations are included in resources, right? But do you need a visual representation when we talk about Pythagoras’ theorem? Probably not if you took the Trigonometry chapter’s test in the SeekoG app. You must be thinking that suddenly why exactly is this topic of Pythagoras’ theorem popped out of nowhere? Here’s a secret this chapter consists of an interesting part that proves Pythagoras’ theorem. Can you remember what the Pythagoras’ theorem says? Hint: It is about one of the types of Triangles. Hopefully, Triangles will be a lot easier now. Still, keep learning because it will be marked along with the knowledge that you’ll be earning.

Want to check why you should not neglect the chapter on Probability? Click!

[bunny-hwa]

Popular, Boy - Series Masterlist

Pairing: Nerd!Hongjoong x Popular!Reader

Genre: +18, slow burn, angst, smut, drama, dark academic, love triangle.

General warnings: Cursing, verbal abuse, bullying, emotional manipulation, class disparity, power dynamics, toxic relationships, jealousy, mild alcohol and drug use, smut (MDN!!) Individual warnings for each chapter will be included.

Synopsis: When nerdy and desperate for acceptance, Kim Hongjoong pleads for your help to climb the social ladder. You see the opportunity to take advantage of him, and everytime you see him begging on his knees. You can't say no to him.

"That's your dream... to be popular?"

"Yes! I will lie for you, I will sell my soul for you, I... I'll kill for you, I will do anything for you. Just... please, please make me popular."

Release: 22.12.24

☆Join Popular, Boy Taglist: Here

☆Permanent Taglist: Here

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Chapters:

☆01: The first beg.

☆02: The first claim.

☆03: The first betrayal.

☆04: The first surrender.

☆05: The first fracture.

☆06: The first move.

☆07: The first breakdown.

☆08: The first lie.

☆09: The first heartbreak.

☆10: The first wound.

☆11: The first truth.

☆12: The first warning.

☆13: The first bliss.

☆14: The first confession.

☆15: The first Checkmate.

☆16: The first to fall.

☆17: The first real peace.

—— The End ✮ ⋆

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All rights reserved ♡bunny-hwa. Do not copy or translate my work.

[stxary]

Touch || 01

❤︎‬ pairing : jungkook x fem!reader

‪‪❤︎‬ genre : non idol au, college au, brothers best friend au, childhood enemies to lovers, love triangle, smut / angst / fluff

‪‪❤︎‬ word count : 2k

‪‪❤︎‬ warnings : reader is 20, jk is 22. reader n jk are both health majors ( reader- nursing, jk- medicine ) jk is an asshole, reader hates him. bickering (lots more to come..) umm that's it for this chapter lmk if I missed anything !

❤︎‬ a/n : hi :) im back after almost two months.. wow.. i hope this series im starting helps make up for inactivity !! ive had this idea on my mind for a while tbh, i just didnt know how to execute it but i finally had motivation yay ! i think ill probably keep this short, maximum 10 chapters just in case i disappear again.. ill probably keep the word count on the lower side just so its not a hassle to read too. anyways enough of my yapping, i hope you enjoy !! ^_^

“I’d like you to be my teacher’s aide.”

See, now those weren’t the words you were expecting to hear when your professor told you he wanted to speak with you after class.

You thought that he was going to speak to you about your grades. Maybe you didn’t do well on the last research paper you turned in. Or maybe he found out you helped that girl cheat on her test that one at the beginning of the year.

So hearing your professor ask you to be his teacher’s aide caught you off guard.

You weren’t completely opposed to the idea. God knew you could use the money.

You just weren’t sure you wanted to deal with the students that would come up to you blaming you for their bad grades, when they didn’t even do the work. But then again, the money was nice. You didn’t have time for a real job, and your lifestyle was rather expensive. Your brother Namjoon was getting fed up with paying for almost all of your stuff.

That’s the only reason you accepted the job, because you thought about how said brother Namjoon would be on your ass and give you one of his lectures about how he wasn’t your father and you were perfectly capable of providing for yourself.

When you accepted the job though, you thought you would just have to grade papers, maybe help make lesson plans and PowerPoints. You didn’t know you would have actually to tutor students.

Right now, you wanted to hit your professor for not telling you who you had to tutor. Not just once, like with the other kids. No, he said you would probably have to tutor this guy for the whole semester.

It would’ve been fine, if it was literally any other person. But no, of course the person you had to tutor was Jeon fucking Jungkook.

You really didn’t like Jungkook. You haven’t since you were kids. You guys were complete opposites. As a kid, you were more on the quiet side. You only focused on school, the thing you were interested in the moment, and your few friends. While Jungkook was everything you hated. He was loud, arrogant. He was the type of kid you would beg your teacher to move if you got sat next to him.

You tried to like him, but he made it near impossible. From the fights you had in elementary school, to the pranks he would play in middle school, to the way he would bicker with you just to get a rise out of you in high school. He was one of the most insufferable people you knew.

The only reason why you dealt with Jungkook for so long is because he was Namjoon’s best friend. For the longest time you wondered how Namjoon could even tolerate him. Yet, they were inseparable. Two peas in a pod.

As you got older, Jungkook (mostly) grew out of his antics. Now that you were in college, you barely talked. You tried to avoid him as much as you could. But in the few times you did interact with him, he would just make teasing remarks and small comments about little things.

Which is exactly what he was doing right now.

“And there.. Jungkook, can you please focus so we can get this over with?” you huffed out, setting your pen down.

He was slouched in his chair, paying attention to everything but what you were trying to teach him. He was impossible. It was like trying to teach Algebra to a baby.

He groaned, sitting up to finally look at the page. He skims over the picture, which was an x-ray of a body highlighting the skeletal system. “Fine.” he said reluctantly.

You pointed back at the page, hoping that when you spoke your irritation wasn’t evident. You knew he was acting dumb just to get a rise out of you, and fuck him, because it was working.

“Okay, what are the different types of bone cells and what do they do?” you asked, glancing at his face. His eyes were squinted, as if he was deep in thought. If you didn’t know better, you would think he was actually in thought. Before he gave the stupid ass answer he did.

“…are all cells in your body not the same? I thought animal cells were the same.”

You had to run a hand over your face and take a deep breath to prevent yourself from screaming at him in this quiet library. “Why do you have to be so fucking difficult?” you asked.

The thing is, Jungkook wasn’t dumb. No, he was actually really smart. It was just the fact that he never did work. Or even attended the classes. He skipped his classes often, going to do god knows what. (Most of the time it was to meet up with and sleep with girls.)

He smiled at you, that damn cocky smile that always made you want to strangle him. “Because I like seeing how angry you get. You’re cute when you’re mad, angel.”

You glared at him. You were used to his flirty comments, because you knew he never meant them. He only said them to get a rise out of you, so you never showed a reaction.

“I told you not to call me that.” you muttered, your voice snappier than before.

He tilted his head, his smile growing bigger. “I know. But I’m still gonna call you it.”

The nickname probably wouldn’t bug you so much if it wasn’t for the fact that he only used it in a teasing way. Ever since middle school, he would jab at the fact that you were this perfect child. He would call you angel, mary, probably ten other nicknames that you couldn’t even remember.

You took a deep breath, trying not to cause a scene. You did not want to get kicked out of the library just because Jungkook was acting like a baby.

“Let’s try this again.” you spoke, your voice calculated, slow. “What do osteoblasts do?”

He ran a hand through his hair, blinking at you. “I have no idea what those are.”

Your eye twitched. You knew you shouldn’t have been expecting more from him, considering he never went to class, but this was just outrageous.

“Do you not.. ask people what happens in class after the fact? Jungkook, how the hell do you expect to pass this class when you don’t even show up?”

He leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. “Hey, I don’t need a lecture from you, missy.”

“No, you need to get your shit together. You wanna get your degree and get the hell up out of here, don’t you?” you raised an eyebrow at him.

He hesitated, letting out a hum. “Hm, I dunno. I kinda like being able to have all the girls I want. You know, most of them aren’t uptight bitches like you-“

“Okay, you know what? We’re done here. Bye.” you said abruptly, having enough of him for the day. Right about then you were remembering why you hated him so much when you were younger.

He sat his chair down on all four legs and whined. “Oh, come on, angel. Don’t be like that. Don’t you get paid per session?”

You ignored him, continuing to pack your things before storming out of the private study room. You seriously could not deal with that man. And you had to tutor him for the rest of the semester. Yeah, fuck your life.

“Jungkook told me you’re his new tutor, said that you flipped out and ran away earlier.”

Namjoon’s voice came from the front door as he brought in the bags of food you ordered.

“Whatever. I didn’t flip out, I left because I think I would have punched him in the face if I listened to him talk for one more minute.” you corrected, getting up from the couch to help him bring in the bags.

He snorted, starting to take boxes out of the bags. The smell of the food, both sweet and savory filled the kitchen, making your stomach growl.

“I can’t believe I have to tutor him for the rest of the damn semester. Can you believe he’s already failed the class once? What an idiot!!” you ranted, shaking your head as you slammed your hand down on the counter.

“He can be smart. When he wants to be. And when he actually goes to class.” Namjoon replies.

“I know. That’s what pisses me off. How is he always skipping class to meet girls? Then he acts clueless, and he only does it because he wants to see me angry. He said it’s cute!! He doesn’t even take me seriously!” you grumbled, snatching your box of food before plopping back onto the couch. Namjoon followed, watching your outburst in slight amusement. He had always thought you and Jungkook’s rivalry was funny.

“You know you’ve gotta get along with him to get the money. I already told you-“

“I know.” you groaned, shutting him up. “Ugh, but can’t you just keep buying me everything? I liked it when it was like that?” you whined.

“No. Because you ask me for stupid shit.”

“What? No I don’t!”

“Yes you do.”

“Name one stupid thing I’ve made you buy.”

Namjoon pauses, staring at you, before beginning to list things. “Those birria bombs off Tiktok shop, that skincare off of Temu that you never even got, a pair of headphones when you already had one-“

“Okay, that’s enough! I can justify all of those!!” you lift your hands up in a defensive gesture. Namjoon narrows his eyes at you, urging you to continue.”

“Cmon, I really couldn’t turn down the birria bombs. They were on sale! You can’t even deny that dinner was good for 3 nights when we got them.” you pointed at him, and he just stared back at you.

“Then the skincare.. it was a full set. I really had to get it. It was supposed to come with pimple patches and all! Fuck Temu. And-and the headphones.. I needed a backup. Then a backup for the backup.”

“You have a spending addiction.” Namjoon said, after just blankly staring at you for a few long moments.

“No I don’t.” you denied, taking a bite of your chicken.

“Please get yourself a boyfriend. Preferably a really rich one, so he can waste his money on buying you pointless shit instead of me. I can’t remember the last time my wallet hasn’t been crying for a break.” he says, fake sorrow in his voice.

“Ugh, fuck you.” you pout.

Namjoon laughed, reverting the conversation back to the original topic. “Seriously ___, you’ve gotta get along with him. You can’t back out of it. The semester only goes by faster when you don’t completely hate him.”

You sighed heavily. He was right. You were never going to get through this semester if you didn’t find a way to get on good terms with Jungkook.

“Really, he’s nice-“

“No he’s not!!” you interrupt, sitting up straight on the couch. “He’s an asshole!”

“Because you’ve been an asshole to him.” Namjoon deadpans. You furrow your brows. Of course you’ve been an asshole to him! He’s been one to you since you were kids!

“Because he’s been one to me!!” you say defensively, and Namjoon just gives you a look.

“So do you see the cycle?” he asks, calmly. A complete contrast to your tone. But you were always like this when you complained about Jungkook. He irked a nerve in you that nobody else could. It honestly was a talent.

Namjoon did have a point. If you continued down this road, you were just going to go in circles with Jungkook like you’ve been doing your whole life. You slouched down, not even responding to Namjoon’s question. He knew you were defeated when you just took another bite of your chicken.

He took a sip of his drink, before speaking again. In that same, calm tone. It always amazed you how calm he could be when you were on the verge of going insane.

“Talk to him. Have a normal conversation with him. He can be nice if you can be nice.” You turned your head to look at him, giving him a pleading look. When he just stared back at you, you let out a big sigh.

“Fine.”

Fuck Jungkook. You were getting through this semester. Whether he wanted to cooperate or not. You were tutoring him, and you were getting that damn money. So if that meant attempting to be nice to him, you could do that. Even if it felt like it would be the death of you.

© stxary 2025 , all rights reserved .

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Jack Howl: Fluffy is Justice

Me, expecting Jack to be in a tank top and sweat pants:

Twst: HAH, you thought 😩

He looks so cozy! Apparently the patterns featured are inspired by Nordic ones. This makes sense since Jack is from a snowy region in the Shaftlands.

Rise and Shine!

Early to bed, early to rise.

Jack followed his regiment rigidly. He tucked into bed at 10 pm sharp every evening and rose at 6 am every morning. A protein-packed breakfast and a morning stretch, job, and weight-lifting session with Vil later, then he was off to classes. (Ace sometimes poked fun at him and declared he may as well be an honorary member of Heartslabyl.)

But sometimes life didn’t seem to want to cooperate with him.

Peering into a washroom mirror, Jack scowled at his reflection.

He must have been tossing and turning in his sleep—his hair stood on end. It looked as though he had plugged his tail into an electrical outlet, frying his fur.

The teeth of his comb wove through his mane. As soon as the comb retreated, the hair sprang back up again, as if deliberately defying him.

Jack gritted his teeth, letting loose a low growl.

Frustrated.

He checked his phone and nearly jumped out of his cardigan. He had spent longer than he had intended tackling his hairdo. If he didn't hurry it along, he would be late.

Can’t have that, Jack sighed. Guess I’ll have to skip fixing the hair today.

He laid down his comb and turned on the facet. Cold water spilled out and onto his hands.

SPLOOSH!

Jack ran his wet fingers through his hair, matting it with the weight of the water. Tamed, at least for the time being.

He blitzed through the rest of his routine, peeling off his pajamas and shimmying into his P.E. uniform. Grabbing a protein bar and his duffel bag--crammed full of his school supplies and his track and field uniform--Jack rushed out. No tardies on his permanent record, not today.

He was fast. A wolf sprinting, unrestrained, out of the Chamber of Mirrors and thundering down Main Street.

"Like the wind," Coach Vargas would remark.

"I have to catch up," Deuce, his fellow club member, would say.

"Way too eager," Ruggie would snicker.

"Jack!"

He came to a half at his name, his ears perking. There, standing by the statue of the King of Beasts, was a familiar face. You waved at him as he approached, a hand fiddling with the strap of his bag. It snapped against his beefy shoulder.

"... Hey. You're up early," he remarked gruffly.

"I wanted to catch you before you met up with Vil-senpai for your usual workout," you grinned. "Glad I did--I have something for you."

Reaching into your backpack, you produced a water bottle and a small container. Inside were sandwiches sliced into triangles: leftover canned tuna (courtesy of Grim), ham and cheese, and vegetables.

Surprise sparked in his amber eyes. His tail jutted up, wagging excitedly. "You made this for me?"

"I figured you'd need to keep your energy up since you've got a whole day of lectures afterwards," you said bashfully. "Sorry, did I overstep?"

"No, I... I don't think so at all." Jack cleared his throat. "Really. I appreciate this. I didn't pack any real food today. The timing couldn't be better."

Relief washed over your face. You offered the water and the sandwiches to Jack, who stiffened slightly when he felt the warmth of you grazing his fingers. He quickly pulled away, avoiding your gaze, and busied himself with shoving the snacks into his bag.

"Oh....!" you suddenly gasped.

"What's wrong?"

"Your hair, it's..." You gestured to your own.

"Yeah, I know it's a mess," he mumbled, his ears flattening in shame. "Didn't have the time to style it right earlier. I had to compromise."

You shook your head.

"It looks different than usual, but that's not bad. In fact, it's kind of cute."

"What? Cute...?" He scratched his chin. "Not sure if I'm getting it."

"Yes! It looks super fluffy, like a cloud. Or whipped cream on top of ice-cream or cake," you suggested. "And cuz it's sticking up so much, it's like it's inviting someone to come along and pat your head to smooth it down."

"Pat my head?!" His hands flew there, as if to protect him from the terror that was an aggressive head pat.

"You don't like the idea?"

"I-It's embarrassing!" he snapped. "Only my family goes and does stuff like that. I'm getting too old for head pats, anyway."

"That's a shame then. Fluffy things should be cuddled more! Fluffy is justice, after all." You linked your fingers together and chuckled. "Fluffy means plushies, blankets, and coats. All the things that make us feel warm and protected. It fills our hearts with happiness. You're the same, Jack. So... I don't think it's anything to be embarrassed by."

He stared at you, bewildered.

The sun warmed his cheeks--or were they warmed from within? And there it was again, the telltale way his tail moved, back and forth and back and forth, like a metronome.

"I... I guess so," Jack managed to say. “A-Anyway, I need to get going. I can’t keep Vil-senpai waiting.”

“Alright, I won’t keep you for any longer.” You gave another wave and a smile brighter than the sun. “Good luck!”

He nodded before surging off.

His face aflame.

Maybe being fluffy wasn't so bad after all.

[absolutebl]

This Week in BL - Meaty Post Since It's All You're Getting for a Bit

Organized, in each category, with ones I'm enjoying most at the top.

*** This blog will be on mini hiatus for most of May 2025. Not dead just busy. You'll be fine without me. Don't burn down this hellsite anymore than normal while I'm away.

April 2025 Week 4

Ongoing Series - Thai

My Stubborn (Sun iQIYI) ep 1-2 of 10 - Mflow's latest high heat office romance involves best friend's younger brother, boss meets intern, bit of a love triangle, GL crumbs, and few other tropes.

It's... raunchy.  And it's giving me Deep Night vibrations. So to speak. Similarly cringe but still fun to have on our screen. I don't mind a "teach me daddy" trope. The leads are serving up BossNoeul in LITA and the other pairs seem decent too. It’s messy gay but it’s low stakes high melodrama soap opera messy gay so I guess I'm okay with that style. Shall we call this "sloppy gay"?

I'm not mad about it.  

The BangkokBoy (Thai Sat Gaga) ep 1 of 12 - Action, crime, and revenge meets gangs, street fights, mafia, and more. Oh my. Intriguing premise. Not a bad beginning in terms of acting and family strife set-up. The terrible dubbing is sending me. The terrible fight scenes are sending me even further. They better give us some BL within the next two episodes or I don’t know if I can take this level try-hard.

Sweet Tooth Good Dentist (Fri iQIYI) ep 5 of 12 - I am so happy to have Jimmy back on my screen. I can’t even tell you. No additional thoughts, only Jimmy in glasses.

Top Form (Thurs WeTV) ep 6 of 10 - this time I reminded myself going in that this is based on Japanese IP. But I still couldn't take it. I fast-forwarded through most of this ep. I knew it was coming but I still couldn’t stomach it.

Akin better get everything tested. And some counseling.

Boys in Love (Sun iQIYI ) ep 1-2 of 12 - Our only true high school BL from GMMTV this year and it's fresh faces for the youths and old favs for the teachers. I want to like this (and be surprised by it) as much as My School President in 2023 but so far that is definitely not the case. I do love the teachers (shocker) and I like the sides but I’m not sold on the main couple. With a kiss already in ep 2 the pacing is off. If this were Japan I would 't be worried, but this is GMMTV messing with the formula and that could be rough for all of us.

Side note... how does Papong look so daddy in Not Me and do damn ingenue here? Best chameleon in GMMTV's stable? I think so. 

Ongoing Series - Not Thai

Heesu in Class 2 (Korea Fri Viki) eps 9-10 end - omg they are ridiculously cute dancing round each other. Please just kiss! Bah, this did take too long to resolve. I was worried about that.

The people (aka me) want more BL in our BL! Rah rah rah.

I also wanted more Heesu advising others and less of the hets hetting about the place. Sad we got not kiss but also no time to develop it.

Conclusion

What started out with a great core concept (KBL version of Sex Education) rather lost its way getting mired in the slowest of slow burns which effectively turned the BL storyline into a sub plot for multiple het dramas should have just added flavor. The acting was sweet all round, and sincere, and the lead character of Heesu very engaging. There was even some chemistry with his love interest, rare from Korea. The extra length (so rare in KBL) turned out to be just enough for them to hang themselves with. Should we be shocked that Korea didn't have enough faith in the queer romance thread? No, but I had hoped for better. This was almost great but missed the mark by simply not being gay enough. 7/10 

I will add the handling of the coming out sequence was... deft.

I think I need to go rewatch Light On Me.

Business as Usual (Korea Thurs Viki) Ep 4 of 6 - Gah this is so sad. They like each other so much and made such stupid mistakes! i guess Jin Hwan won't let it stick? Honestly I'm kinda glad this is a short one.

Something Is Not Right (Korea Weds Viki) ep 2 of 8 - The library scene made me laugh.  Every single on of them is such a drama queen. It's awfully angsty but i like it. 

Fight for You (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 6 of 12 - Oh this is getting kinda good. That fantasy was lovely. The rest of the story is rough. But the chemistry is great.

Exclusive Love (Taiwan Fri Gaga) ep 12 end - Pretty much just a wrap up episode with lots of sex and a double wedding (never a good idea). But all of it was very pretty. 

Summary 

Taiwan gave us this weird premise of funeral home + mafia + secrets, yet somehow no excitement or real tension because they then slapped it with a pathetic excuse for a plot. Everybody in it was pretty, but the chemistry really wasn’t what I’ve grown to expect from Taiwan. The suits were nice, i guess? Ultimately, given the initial concept, this is remarkably forgettable. 6/10 

It's airing but......

Sashes and Hearts (Pinoy YT) 13 eps - Philippines is doing Drop Dead Gorgeous only all gay boys queening their asses off. Doesn't interest me, not sure if it's BL.

Last Meal Universe (Thai ????) 8 eps - An alien who has come to destroy earth instead falls in love with Thai food and then the Thai boy who cooks it - realistic, actually. I got a link to watch but it still wouldn't work for me, so I guess I'm waiting to see what happens.

Lost in the Woods (Weds Gaga) 7 eps - Not my thing, dropped at ep 2.

Secret Ghost (Thai Sat Viu) ?? eps - The trailer dropped and it looks so bad.

My Golden Blood (Weds iQIYI) 12 eps - dropped at ep 5. Recent thought process as follows: Oh, I think I would have loved this if it were OffGun.

What a thing for me to think.

Still, I'm not wrong.

The Rewatch BLigade!

Jazz for 2. I wasn't sure about this when it aired and I'm still not sure about it. I think I like it. But how much do I like it?

Cherry Magic Thailand. Still very enjoyable but there are more slow and lagging episodes than I remember. Lots of fast forwarding through the slow bits. But TayNew still deliver like only they can. Now I kinda wanna do a Deep Blue Kiss rewatch.

Wandee Goodday. I fast forwarded through everything that wasn't YakDee on screen together. Solid choice. I love them so much, and I suspect they might be the healthiest sexual relationship we have ever seen depicted in a BL. (On Viki these days)

Unintentional Love Story. Yeah a regular rewatch for me. I put it on to check something, and then just ended up running through the whole series. Will I ever recover from Gongchan's eyes? Not in this lifetime.

Your Sky. Yeah I finished the 3 ep special and then immediately rewatched the whole darn show. This is my 3rd or 4th time. I love it, totally my type of so bad it's good, so sweet it hurts, BL pulp. I don't ask for much from my BL. This show gave me exactly that much and no more.

Mr X & I - Us Against The World. One of those obscure shorts I love, this one from China pre 2016 crack down. Yep. Still love.

I'll be doing a ton of rewatching over the next month because of all my travel. Wish me luck!

Next Week Looks Like This:

Coming in May

5/2 Pit Babe The Series 2 (Thai Fri iQIYI) 13 eps - More conspiracy and struggles and past coming out to play but even less omegaverse.

5/3 The Next Prince (Thai Sat iQIYI) 14 eps - Hotly anticipated 3 yr production featuring ZeeNewNu in a fantasy/historical set in a palace where Zee plays a knight and Nu a prince fighting for his right it inherit. Plus Jimmy with a new partner. Should be pretty and hot if nothing else.

5/16 Knockout (Thai Fri WeTV ) 12 eps - A low quality less fun/funny version of Wandee Goodday?

5/19 I Promise I Will Come Back (Thai Mon WeTV) 10 eps - A Thai Taiwanese colab. Stars two Thai actors and Taiwanese identical twins from H3. However the lead and co-producer Tontae is actually a very good actor, so this could be good unless it's oen of those mostly intended to be a tourism advert for the Thai countryside. We shall see!

5/16 My Sweetheart Jom (Thai Fri YouTube) 12 eps - I admit I wasn't sold on this one from the trailer but Saint is back and I'm disposed to be intrigued by the kind of script that would pull hm in. But it is certainly not my kind of script.

May? Season of Love in Shimane AKA Ai no Kisetsu: The Season of Love (Thai) - Sequel to Kiseki Chapter 2 which I intensely disliked, must we?

May ? Sweetheart Service (Korea Gaga) - Strongberry is back with a fake dating trope?! After being pressured by his family to get married, Min U proposes to Yu Ha to pretend to be his fiancé. As they spend time together, feelings begin to develop between them.

2025 Line Up

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 1

BL Announced for 2025 - PART 2

20 BLs Announced for 2025 That I'm Really Excited About

GMMTV 2025 Line Up - My Totally Biased and Wildly Flawed Feels

THIS WEEK’S BEST MOMENT

Lap sit kiss teaching sesh with this boy you kinda hate who is now also kinda your boss... sure, why not?

(last week)

The tag BLigade: @doorajar @solitaryandwandering @my-rose-tinted-glasses @babymbbatinygirl @babymbbatinygirl @isisanna-blog @mmastertheone @pickletrip @aliceisathome @urikawa-miyuki @tokillamonger @sunflower-positiiivity @rocketturtle4 @blglplus @anythinggoesintheshire @everlightly @renafire @mestizashinrin @bl-bam-beyond @small-dark-and-delicious @saezurumurmurs

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 ALL MINE ALL ME huh yunjin x reader

❀ ͘ ⴰ “I hate your phone, throw it away” - kali uchis

yn being a possessive girlfriend for 10 minutes 1.5M views

prev. m.list .next ➩ CLIP #1 PLAYING… 📼

yn leaned against the fansign table, adjusting the bunny ears on her head with a straight face as she side glances chaewon who wraps her arms around yunjin who laughs and wraps her arms back around the girl.

yn scrunched up her face and looked at kazuha who let out a small laugh and picked up a plush baseball bat from the prop table and gave it to the girl.

yn politely took it from the girls hand and smiled innocently at her before posing with the bat for her fansite before walking over to chaewon and yunjin.

when yn got over to the laughing girls she immediately hit both of them with the plushie “playfully” causing them to yell as people in the crowd laugh at yn’s “playful antics.”

“why are you guys only giving each other attention?” she yells causing everyone to laugh as if the girl wasn’t being dead serious, “what about us?”

➩ CLIP #2 PLAYING… 📼

kazuha wrapped her arms around yunjin as the girls waited for their turn to practice on the stage for the award show that was happening later on in the day.

yunjin brought her hand held fan to her face and talked to the camera about how excited she is as she leaned into kazuha.

one of the other camera turned to yn who had chaewon talking her ear off but it seemed like the girl wasn’t even paying attention to the leaders words and was more focused on her two other members.

she watched as both kazuha and yunjin laughed at something yunjin said leaning against each other even more which caused her face to go sour before turning to chaewon quietly mocking their laughs which caused the leader to cover her face and laugh.

“share the joke with the class please!” yn shouted towards kazuha and yunjin, “I wanna laugh too, right chaewon unnie we wanna laugh.” she added causing the leader to laugh harder.

➩ CLIP #3 PLAYING… 📼

yn leaned against yunjin’s shoulder as kazuha and yunjin had a conversation with the live, she focused more on yunjin’s hands in hers, playing with the girls rings on her fingers.

“they say we look like a kdrama love triangle couple.” kazuha said pointing at a comment, “people have been saying that a lot.”

yunjin laugh and shook her head while yn looked towards kazuha, “are you sure they’re not just talking about me and yunjin? do you have reading problems? comprehension deficit perhaps?

yunjin’s mouth dropped while kazuha covered her mouth and laughed before reaching over yunjin to hit yn’s shoulder.

➩ CLIP #4 PLAYING… 📼

yn watched as the oldest of txt talked to yunjin who looked very interested in what the older was saying, she scrunched up her face before relaxing it immediately realizing was on camera with people that weren’t just her members.

she turned towards the camera and whispered to it, “txt sunbaenim, how cool right?” she says forcing an obvious smile, “right?”

“yn is actually a really big fan,” yunjin says gesturing towards yn who turns dramatically and looks behind herself to see if yunjin is talking about another yn

“she even has an album.” yunjin says bringing an arm towards yn and wrapping her arm around the girls waist bringing her closer to yeonjun.

he laughs thinking yn was just nervous but in reality that wasn’t the case at all, “am I your bias?”

“no.”

➩ CLIP #5 PLAYING… 📼

th camera followed yn as she went towards table where yunjin sat eating her food, she sat on the girls lap to show her something funny on her phone.

yunjin put her chin yn’s shoulder and laughed at the video before using her chopsticks to pick up a rice cake but before she could put it in her mouth, yn opened her mouth and let out a ahhhhh sound, causing yunjin to giggle and put the food in yn’s mouth.

“I want come!” the sound of chaewon’s voice filled the room as she walked towards yn and yunjin with her mouth open.

“ugh, why are you here?”

chaewon’s mouth dropped in offence while yunjin laughed at yn’s “joke”.

[megalomaniacz]

✮˚. ᵎᵎ 𖦹彡⋆｡˚ bbf dealer!ellie

a/n: there’s three different versions of this and i fought with myself about posting one so here you go! credit to @seattlesellie who i believe brought bbf!ellie to tumblr!

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ⭑

‧₊˚ ⋅ જ⁀➴๋࣭ ⭑๋࣭ ⭑ Vacationing before the stress of your college classes fully consumed you sounded good at first. Then your older brother decided he wanted to come, and bring his best friend. Ellie Williams, who according to you, is the most annoying person on Earth. She never failed to eat up all your snacks, purposely hide around the house with your brother to jumpscare you, and steal your things to make you chase her around the house to get them back.

This has gone on for what feels like forever. Since the very day they’d met 10 years ago, and they’ve been a menacing duo ever since. And to top it off, she was his supplier. That meant she wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. That also meant that while you were enjoying the shade and splayed out on the chaise, she was purposely canon balling in order to splash you. You pull your sunglasses off to shoot her a glare. “Ellie, don’t make me drown you.”

“Threats like that’ll get the cops called on you.” She retorts, arms crossed on the edge of the pool. Her swim trunks puffed in the water as her eyes gleam in the sun. The water was dripping down her freckled face and you’d never admit it but she looked so fucking pretty.

“Where’s my brother?” You change the subject, eyes wandering around the pool. It seemed to just be you and an elderly couple. One playing sudoku while the other flips through a newspaper. Ellie pushes herself up out of the pool, bikini top displaying a playful array of space themed patterns. Something she’d paired with plain black swim trunks. She sits on the chaise next to you, arms on her knees. “He went to go smoke.”

“Are you guys going to be high the entire week?” You ask. “You both ate all of my snacks yesterday when you got the munchies.” Ellie is rarely ever sweet to you, especially not when your brother around, so this is the rare occasion she says something that doesn’t make you want to roll your eyes to the far side of your head.

“Yeah, sorry about that. We’ll buy you some more…” You look at her, raising an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes. “What? I can’t be nice?”

“You can, it’s just that you rarely ever choose to be. Not to me atleast.” You turn your head when you hear your phone chime with a notification and don’t notice her face fall.

It’s your brother informing you, and telling you to inform Ellie, that he will not be returning because he’d met up with some friends he hadn’t seen in a while. You shoot Ellie an apologetic look, but she reassures you that she’s his best friend and none of the people he’s met up with can compare. It makes you laugh as you begin packing up your things and walking back to the vacation house.

You’d thought that Ellie would stay but she goes with you. The short walk is silent. You pretend not to see her eyes wander, and she pretends not to see yours do the same. Your hands brushing up against each other but never intertwining.

You both can’t contain it anymore when you reach the house. She nearly pushes you down trying to get you inside, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a kiss. You grab at her hips wanting her closer, and it causes her to moan into your mouth. Her knee pushing between your legs and brushing up against your cunt.

“We’re gonna have to tell him eventually.” You breathe after breaking away from the kiss. She looks at you, soft green eyes piercing into yours. Triangling your face in a dazed and hungry stare. “I know. Fuck—” You cut her off with another kiss and almost go weak with the way her hands trail down your body. Fingers pulling at the fabric of your swimsuit. They rub at your clothed cunt while her mouth finds it way to your neck, trailing kisses and leaving rough hickies. She felt depraved, but she’d grown to need you. To need to hear you cry out her name.

The moment is sweet. Your heavy breathing and her soft whispers of “You like that?” and “Want me to touch you here? Use your words baby.” You can feel yourself growing close, legs barely keeping you upright when the sound of a key in the door stops you both in your tracks. It’s too late to run and hide, you hear a murmur of voices as it pushes you both. One of them distinctly being your brother’s.

[aettuddae]

HIGH GARDEN ACADEMY — ⌞ karina, winter smau⌝

⟢ pairing(s): karina/yu jimin, winter/kim minjeong x fem!reader/oc

⟢ synopsis: a new school year begins at the high garden academy boarding school, bringing with it new students, and among them, the new center of attention for the drama-thirsty student body: the hong sisters. eunchae and her mysterious and unsympathetic older sister, daein, who oddly seem uninterested in the secrets, legends, and gossip of their new school. winter, the institution's top student, and karina, the popular girl and promising pianist, never imagined they would end up so closely involved with hong daein.

⟢ genre: social media au, boarding school au, love triangle, high class au, comedy, fluff, angst, slow burn, non-idol.

⟢ warnings: main character is an original character, insults, swearing, kms/kys jokes, mentions of alcohol, cigarettes, drugs, grammar mistakes (english not my first language), may add on.

⟢ status: paused.

⟢ featuring: aespa, and members of le sserafim, exo, blackpink, nct, red velvet and fromis_9.

— profiles:

profiles 1 | profiles 2 | profiles 3

— chapters.

• chapter 1.

• chapter 2.

• chapter 3.

• chapter 4.

• chapter 5.

• chapter 6.

• chapter 7.

• chapter 8.

• chapter 9.

• chapter 10. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 11.

• chapter 12.

• chapter 13.

• chapter 14.

• chapter 15.

• chapter 16.

• chapter 17.

• chapter 18.

• chapter 19.

• chapter 20.

• chapter 21.

• chapter 22.

• chapter 23.

• chapter 24.

• chapter 25.

• chapter 26.

• chapter 27.

• chapter 28.

• chapter 29.

• chapter 30. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 31.

• chapter 32.

• chapter 33.

• chapter 34. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 35.

• chapter 36.

• chapter 37.

• chapter 38.

• chapter 39.

• chapter 40.

• chapter 41.

• chapter 42.

• chapter 43.

• chapter 44.

• chapter 45.

• chapter 46.

• chapter 47.

• chapter 48.

• chapter 49.

• chapter 50.

• chapter 51.

• chapter 52.

• chapter 53.

• chapter 54. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 55.

• chapter 56.

• chapter 57.

• chapter 58.

• chapter 59.

• chapter 60.

• chapter 61.

• chapter 62.

• chapter 63.

• chapter 64.

• chapter 65.

• chapter 66.

• chapter 67.

• chapter 68.

• chapter 69.

• chapter 70.

• chapter 71.

• chapter 72.

• chapter 73. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 74. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 75. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 76.

• chapter 77. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 78.

• chapter 79.

• chapter 80.

• chapter 81.

• chapter 82.

• chapter 83.

• chapter 84.

• chapter 85.

• chapter 86. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 87.

— chapters 2.

[can't put more than 100 links in one post, so to see the rest of the chapter list, click here]

[butchhamlet]

do you have any good shakespeare retelling book recs?

what a beautiful time to ask this, says guy who has left this ask collecting cobwebs in his inbox for months! because guess who has two thumbs and just finished queen goneril by erin shields! WHAT a fucking play, holy SHIT, this is some of the best characterization of the lear sisters that i've ever read and the exploration of womanhood as filtered through class + race + shitty families + political maneuvering is so so so good. also the things shields does with the og playtext... chef's fucking KISS

anyway, recency bias aside, i've been meaning to make a post about my favorite shakespeare retellings for a while, and i think i never actually did it because i wanted to make a lear retelling ranking list and then i never read some of the ones on my TBR. so whatever. the learlist will happen someday. here are my favorites in general. (here is my goodreads shelf for the retellings i've read, good and bad, and here is the shelf for the ones i have yet to read.)

in no particular order:

a thousand acres by jane smiley: outsold. epitome of what makes an effective retelling--a book that clearly has something to say about and to the original text, but that also isn't afraid to diverge, to exclude here and zoom in there. ungraciously, this is "lear on a farm" and it starts a little slow, but holy fucking shit, i can't do justice in a paragraph to the way this book unraveled me. one of the best books of all time mayhaps. also, introduced the edmund character by describing his ass. 10/10

the last true poets of the sea by julia drake: i don't read that much YA anymore but jesus fucking christ. books tailored for me specifically. twelfth night retelling about siblings + mental illness + being bisexual + love triangles that actually make sense (emotions are confusing!) instead of being contrived + beautiful description + excellent dialogue + THE MENTAL ILLNESS. books that made me start crying in zoom class in 2020

rosencrantz and guildenstern are dead by tom stoppard: kind of a cop-out answer because we all know this one. but that does not detract from how good it is. this is one of those plays, at least for me, that makes me think, "ohhhhhh, THIS is what theater can do. this is using its medium to the absolute utmost." it is so clever and it makes me want to cry. i think about "i don't know. it's the same sky" more often than i can say

american moor by keith hamilton cobb: not exactly a retelling, but a one-man play about a Black man auditioning for the lead role in Othello, tangling as he does with his relationship with shakespeare's work and cultural dominance. suuuuuch a good fucking play even beyond the analysis of othello (which is excellent); the language is so fucking incredible. everyone who likes shakespeare should read this.

teenage dick by mike lew: modern teenage richard iii; this one's more reimagining than retelling, because it diverges pretty sharply from the plot of richard iii, but god, it's so fucking fun. and upsetting! really upsetting also.

foul is fair by hannah capin: i will be so real. i read this in high school and some of the YA books i've revisited since did not hold up for me. so idk if i can tell you this is "good" with my full chest. but the pitch is "lady macbeth gets sexually assaulted at a party and decides to fucking kill the boys who did it" and i stayed up until like 1am to finish it because it was such a vicious gleaming wild ride

the stars undying by emery robin: does this count? hard to say, because it's just as much a retelling of roman history than shakespeare's antony and cleopatra (honestly, more, since it focuses on the era where caesar and cleopatra were lovers, which is before shakespeare's play). but i'm counting it anyway because it's bisexual space opera cleopatra and it's the best book i've read so far in 2024 and it's making me crazy and i'm writing a thesis on it < genuinely

peerless by jihae park: macbeth, but college applications, featuring asian macbeths (they're twin sisters >:3) who think their classmate has taken their place in their dream school because of affirmative action/DEI. this play is absolutely VICIOUS. it's macbeth x heathers. think it mirrors macbeth in faltering a little in its final stretch, but it still fucks hard

the wednesday wars by gary d. schmidt: okay, not a retelling; this is about a preteen boy in the 60s. but it's one of the best most genuine and heartwarming books i've ever read and it manages to be hilarious while also foregoing cheap slapstick punching-low humor for a hell of a lot of warmth and passion. and the main character interacts with shakespeare a lot as a running theme so i can justify putting it on this list. #evangelizing

of course, i would be remiss not to mention that @suits-of-woe / @mjulianwrites has written the best take on Two Gentlemen of Verona to ever exist, and i mean that quite seriously. unfortunately it hasn't been published yet so we'll all just have to prayer-circle about it. i would also be remiss not to take the opportunity to. uh. coughs. do a bit of casual self-promo. if you 1. have ocd 2. have gender or 3. think about malvolio a lot. boy do i have the novella for you

will definitely add to this when i read more retellings; feel free to drop recs in the tags/replies/reblogs/my askbox!

[queenwille]

I don't want to doxx myself so I'm replying to the "is antisemitism really bad in American cities" post here. Im in seattle on UW campus. It is awful. Awful. Immediately on morning oct 8th, the whole campus was plastered with free Palestine posters and posters that had the star of David crossed out. Like so fast it felt like they knew an attack was going to happen. Overnight when barely any of my American friends knew what was unfolding. Jewish professor had a swastika drawn on her door oct 2023 and just cleaned it up herself. Had pro hamas speakers come speak to my climate change class on oct 9th and said 10/7 was a brave act of resistance against capitalism and Palestine is a climate issue. Palestine riots every single weekend on campus for months in 2023. Got harassed at work by kids in keffiyehs often. Everyone wearing Palestine merch (hats, flags, shirts, pins). Stores immediately put Free Palestine posters in their windows. Went to a coffee shop in Fremont and they had a thing on the register that had a link to "proof that the IDF did 10/7 as an inside job bc zionism is so evil it even kills israelis as an excuse to then do a genocide against Palestine". Still go to shops in 2025 and they have posters and stickers up of "resistance by any means necessary. No peace on stolen land" with Palestine flags in the window. Which is funny bc Seattle is obviously stolen Native land, colonized way more recently than the early zionist movement. My neighborhood constantly has Palestine/pro-hamas/free Muhammad Khalil posters and red triangle graffiti. Majority of queer people here are loudly and proudly pro western hamasnik. I still know people defending the shit on UW campus last week. The pro Israel people here and jews are strong and cool but kinda quiet and we kinda keep to ourselves? I know a few loud and proud jews but it feels very lonely imo. Lately I have seen some Fuck Hamas stickers and a yellow ribbon sticker but I would say the pro jew, pro Israel stuff is hard to find and you kinda gotta seek it out. And im from the east coast so don't get me started on the antizionist jews who were born and raised in the hippie PNW and are secular af and basically culturally Christian using their judaism as a weapon being like "oh well /im/ jewish and antizionist and love Palestine and JVP and zionists don't represent us uwu" and it's like yeah duh your ancestors came here way way pre-holocaust and jews have had a relatively good time on the american west coast. you have been privileged for like 5 generations. not every jew was so lucky!!! Ugh. Anyway sorry for rant, it's bad here. Never felt so disconnected from my israeli east coast jewish community :(

thank you for the rant and feel free to come back whenever you feel the need, i got you 🤍

what i find even more mind blowing about how hardcore violent americans are with their protests and propaganda rn and how they can’t just be normal about literally anything, is not even the part where the US is, like you said, mostly obviously stolen/occupied land, but the fact that they have the 2nd biggest jewish population in the world and lmao they’re definitely making aliyah seem like a good idea to most. lmao they’re actually making the zionist point where jews are the safest in israel under missiles and barricaded with enemies, make the most sense lmao.

also, i’m sorry you’re going through this and hope it gets better soon… 🫂

[cup1drul3z]

★ — Between the lines - part 10

CW : meanie sevika, artist reader, hockey player vi and sevika, modern au, highschool shenanigans, cheating, sex, dark themes, love triangle, lesbians, quickies

A/N : FINAL CHAPTER SHES DONE

You didn’t go to school for a week after the breakup. Your mom didn’t push you, and honestly, you were grateful for that. Facing everyone felt like an impossible task, especially knowing Sevika was out there, making her single status known. When you finally did drag yourself back to class, it felt like every pair of eyes in the hall was on you. The whispers weren’t subtle either. Everyone seemed to know about Sevika hooking up with random girls all week, and the weight of it crushed you even more.

At home, things weren’t any better. Even a month later, you still clung to her jacket at night, sleeping with it bundled up in your arms like it was a lifeline. Her scent was fading, but you refused to admit it. If you couldn’t have her, at least you had the memories. You told yourself you were starting to get over her. You could think about her without crying—sometimes. But the truth was, the pain hadn’t gone away; it had just burrowed deeper.

Your self-harm started to spiral again. Blaming yourself for the breakup, for not being enough, became a vicious cycle. The day your mom walked in and saw you in the act was a turning point—one you weren’t ready for. You’d forgotten to lock your door, and the horrified look on her face made your stomach drop. She blamed herself, and though you tried to assure her it wasn’t her fault, she wouldn’t hear it. After a long, tearful conversation, she arranged for therapy. You weren’t thrilled at first, but slowly, it started to help. Things weren’t perfect, but the numbness began to fade.

One afternoon, while you were lying in bed scrolling through your phone, your mom called for you from downstairs.

“What?!” you yelled, not bothering to move.

When she didn’t respond, you groaned, tossing your phone aside. Dragging yourself out of bed, you trudged down the hall, rubbing your eyes.

“Mom? What did you—oh.”

You stopped mid-step, your breath catching as you looked down the staircase. Standing in the foyer were Jinx, Mel, and Vi’s girlfriend, Caitlyn. Jinx grinned up at you, waving with exaggerated enthusiasm.

“Hey, bitch!” she called out, as if this were the most normal thing in the world.

Your mom stood beside them, smiling nervously, clearly unsure how you’d react.

Later, you found yourself standing in your room with the three girls. Jinx was already digging through your closet, muttering comments to herself about your clothes, while Mel and Caitlyn sat on your bed. Caitlyn looked poised and calm, while Mel studied you with a calculating expression, like she was trying to piece you together.

“Sorry, but... why are you here?” you finally asked, tilting your head, arms crossed.

“Prom dress shopping,” Mel said with a small smile, brushing some imaginary lint off her pants.

“This is Caitlyn, by the way,” Jinx added, holding up one of your oversized band shirts against her chest and spinning to look in the mirror.

“Hi,” Caitlyn greeted you with a polite smile.

You blinked. “Prom? Not my thing. Besides, it’s not even a real prom. It’s my junior one, and all we’re doing is crashing the seniors’ party.”

Jinx turned to you, still holding your shirt. “You don’t want to see Sevika?” she teased, her grin mischievous.

“Yep,” you replied flatly, crossing your arms tighter.

Jinx giggled at how quick you were to shut it down, but Mel frowned slightly, leaning forward. “You need to show the school that you’re okay without her,” she said, her voice gentle but firm.

“I am okay without her,” you said sharply, though the defensive tone betrayed you.

The three of them exchanged a look—a silent, knowing exchange that made your stomach twist 

“What?” you groaned, already bracing yourself for whatever plan they had in mind.

You sighed, flipping through the dress rack absentmindedly, the silky fabrics and glittering embellishments barely registering in your mind. Across from you, Jinx was lazily leaning against the opposite side of the rack, twirling a hanger between her fingers. Mel and Caitlyn stood in front of the full-length mirror, holding dresses against themselves, exchanging silent glances for approval.

“What’s the theme again?” Mel asked, turning slightly, a raised brow silently asking if the deep burgundy dress she held was cute.

“Um... prom?” You tilted your head, offering a half-hearted shrug.

“I think it’s masquerade,” Jinx chimed in, shifting her weight on one leg.

“We have to wear masks?!” You groaned, dragging a hand down your face.

“Fun!” Caitlyn giggled, rifling through the racks with renewed enthusiasm. “I’m going for a royal vibe.”

“I like that,” Mel nodded approvingly. “I might go for something regal too.” She flicked through a few hangers before pulling out a deep sapphire gown.

Jinx glanced at you, her usual playful smirk faltering when she noticed the way your shoulders slumped, your fingers idly tracing the fabric of a random dress. “What’s wrong?” she asked, tilting her head.

You sighed, shaking your head as if to brush off the feeling. “Nothing—just... me and Sevika used to talk about skipping prom together.” The words left your lips in a quiet murmur, your gaze dropping to the floor.

Jinx stilled. It was brief, just a fraction of a second, but you caught it—the way her expression froze before she quickly masked it with a grin. “Oh,” she said, rubbing the back of her neck, her tone suddenly unsure.

Before you could press her on it, a sharp gasp interrupted the moment.

“OH MY GOD,” Mel practically shouted, causing both you and Jinx to whip your heads toward her.

She held up a black gown, the fabric shimmering under the store lights. It had a thigh-high slit, a corset bodice, and off-shoulder sleeves dusted with delicate glitter.

“This would look amazing on you,” Caitlyn beamed, her eyes full of excitement as she turned to you.

“Oh, I don’t know if that—”

“Too late! Put it on!” Jinx cut in, snatching the dress from Mel and practically shoving you into the dressing room before you could protest.

“Are you sure—” you tried weakly, but she had already yanked the curtain shut.

Outside, Caitlyn giggled as she returned to her own search. Mel’s phone buzzed, drawing her attention away from the dresses. She glanced at the screen, and her expression shifted slightly.

“Who is it?” Jinx raised an eyebrow, still distractedly flipping through the dresses.

Mel hesitated before looking up. “It’s Sevika. She wants to know how she’s doing.”

Sevika’s POV

Sevika never cried.

Not real tears, not since her mother died. Sniffles? Maybe. A glassy-eyed moment here and there? Sure. But never the kind of gut-wrenching, soul-crushing sobs that left a person feeling hollow. Until she saw the look in your eyes that night.

She cried on the ride home. She cried into her pillow, into the darkness of her room, into the loneliness she had chosen for herself. She stopped eating regularly, barely touching the meals she ordered. Instead, she poured herself into the gym, pummeling the punching bag until her knuckles bruised.

And then came the flings.

Random girls. Random nights. Nothing that lasted more than a few hours, just enough to make her feel something—or maybe to feel nothing at all. When she wasn’t with them, she found herself spending more time with Vi, mostly because she knew it meant she wouldn’t run into you.

Vi introduced her to new people. Golden boy Jayce Talis, his genius boyfriend Viktor. Sevika thought Jayce would be unbearable, but surprisingly, he was easygoing. Relaxed. Smoked a little too much pot, which made him tolerable in her book. Mel was there too. The first few times they were in the same room, the tension was suffocating, but eventually, they got over their past.

Then there was Jinx.

Loud. Unfiltered. Chaotic.

She didn’t like Sevika. That much was obvious. But strangely, she didn’t hate her either. She understood why Sevika had broken up with you, even if she thought it was the stupidest thing she’d ever heard.

The group sat in Jayce’s finished basement, a space that looked more like a recording studio than a hangout spot. Jinx, Caitlyn, and Mel were curled up on the L-shaped couch, scrolling through their phones. Jayce and Vi were strumming on guitars, while Viktor tapped lazily at the drum set.

Sevika sat across from them, her phone in hand, her thumb hovering over your Instagram profile.

“Sevika? Sevika!” Vi called out, snapping her fingers. “What is she doing over there?”

Jinx peered over, catching a glimpse of the screen before rolling her eyes. “She’s stalking her Instagram again.”

Sevika jerked her phone away. “Leave me alone.”

Vi groaned, standing up and yanking the phone from Sevika’s hands before she could react. “Hey!”

“We didn’t invite you over just so you could wallow in self-pity.” Vi shoved the phone into her back pocket. “Let’s get your mind off her.”

She scanned the room before her eyes landed on an extra bass guitar propped against the wall. Her smirk widened.

“Can’t you play bass?”

Sevika groaned. “Vi, no.”

Jayce’s eyes lit up. “What?! You play? Sevika, stop holding out on us!” He grabbed the guitar, practically shoving it into her hands.

“I’m not very good,” she muttered, but her fingers found the chords with ease. She hesitated for a moment before playing a complex riff, her movements fluid, practiced.

When she finished, silence filled the room.

Then Viktor grinned. “That was incredible.”

“You should totally join our band,” Jayce added excitedly.

Sevika scoffed. “I graduate in a month.”

Jayce looked disappointed but nodded. “Still, you should keep playing.” He gestured to the guitar.

She hesitated before holding it closer to her chest. For the first time in weeks, she smiled. Not a smirk. Not a fake grin. A real smile.

“Thanks,” she murmured.

Then Jinx’s phone rang.

She answered, and as soon as she said your name, Sevika’s head snapped up.

Vi raised an eyebrow. “Still wondering how she’s doing?”

Sevika exhaled, rubbing her face. “I just... I just wish I knew.”

Mel smirked, glancing at Caitlyn.

“What if we took her prom dress shopping?” she suggested.

Sevika blinked. Then, for the first time in weeks, she let out a breath of laughter.

“You’d do that?”

Mel crossed her arms. “I remember when you ripped my heart out. She could probably use some friends.”

Caitlyn giggled. “I think it’s a brilliant idea.”

"You've been in there for almost fifteen minutes! What the hell are you doing, marrying the dress?" Jinx's impatient voice rang from the other side of the curtain.

You stood frozen in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection. The dress was stunning—more than stunning. It clung to you in all the right places, the thigh slit daring, the neckline bold. You looked... different. Confident. Powerful. But at the same time, exposed. Vulnerable.

"It's kinda—" you started, trying to find the right words, but before you could finish, the curtain was yanked open.

"Oh my god, I'm sure it looks great—" Jinx's words died mid-sentence as her eyes swept over you. She blinked once. Then twice. "Oh."

You turned quickly, your face heating up. "Jinx!"

"I'm kinda... attracted to you right now," she teased, her voice light but her expression betraying a flicker of something else—something almost genuine.

Your cheeks burned. "Shut up," you mumbled, crossing your arms as Mel and Caitlyn approached.

Mel's eyes widened as she took in the sight of you. "Damn," she said, a slow smile tugging at her lips.

Caitlyn, on the other hand, gasped, her mouth falling open. "Oh my god, it's so sexy!" she practically squealed, grabbing your hand and spinning you slightly so she could see every angle.

You avoided their gazes, shifting uncomfortably. "I don't know... isn't it a bit too much?"

Jinx scoffed, placing her hands on her hips. "Too much? Babe, if anything, it’s not enough."

"You look like a goddess," Caitlyn insisted, stepping back to admire you. "This is the kind of dress that makes people stop and stare."

Mel smirked knowingly. "It’s the kind of dress that makes ex-girlfriends reevaluate their life choices."

You stiffened at that, the mention of Sevika tugging at the part of you that still ached. “This isn’t about her,” you said quickly.

Mel shrugged. “No, it’s about you. And you? You look incredible.”

Jinx nudged your arm. “C’mon, just admit it. You feel hot, don’t you?”

You hesitated, looking back at your reflection. The person in the mirror wasn’t the heartbroken girl who spent weeks in bed. She wasn’t the girl Sevika left behind. She was someone new.

Your fingers brushed against the fabric at your waist, and for the first time in a while, you felt... good. Maybe even powerful.

A small smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah,” you admitted softly. “I think I do.”

Jinx whooped triumphantly, throwing an arm around your shoulder. “Hell yeah, you do! Now, let’s find you some heels”

Mel grinned. "And a mask to complete the look."

Caitlyn clapped her hands together.

You sighed, sprawled out horizontally on your bed, you scrolled absentmindedly on your phone. Prom was only a few hours away, and you were waiting for your newfound friend group to arrive and help you get ready. You hadn't seen Sevika in a while—maybe your brain had finally started blocking her out, or maybe it was because ever since you posted that picture of your dress on Instagram, Sevika had been actively avoiding you. Every time she caught even a glimpse of you in the hallways, it took everything in her not to crumble, so she simply made sure to never be where you were.

The door to your room suddenly burst open, hitting the wall with a thud.

Jinx yelled out your name, dramatically throwing herself on top of you, her head landing on your back. Mel and Caitlyn strolled in behind her, much calmer but equally amused.

"Are you excited for everyone to lose their minds tonight?" Jinx giggled, tilting her head to look at you upside down.

"About that—I’ve been feeling kinda sick—" you tried, one last desperate attempt to escape prom.

"Shut up. You're going," Jinx interrupted flatly, sitting up and giving you a pointed look.

Mel snickered as she walked over to the bed, flipping her bag upside down and dumping an explosion of makeup products across your sheets.

You blinked at the mess. "What... is this?" you asked, eyeing the chaos.

Jinx grinned, practically bouncing. "I think we got your shade right!"

Caitlyn was already seated in front of your full-length mirror, focused on applying her own makeup with precision. "It took a while," she added, inspecting a palette, "but we did our research."

Mel smirked, settling down beside Caitlyn. You picked up a gel eyeliner from the pile, turning it over in your fingers. A memory surfaced—Sevika, sitting behind you, steadying your hand as she guided the liner along your lash line, her voice low and amused as she teased you for flinching.

You exhaled sharply, shaking the thought away. Jinx, oblivious to your moment of hesitation, was rummaging through your closet, sifting through jewelry and accessories.

"Hey, did you end up renting a limo?" Mel asked Caitlyn, raising an eyebrow.

Caitlyn sighed, rolling her eyes at her reflection. "No. Everything was already booked up by the time I checked."

Before anyone could respond, her gaze flickered to the mirror—and her eyes immediately widened. Behind her, Jinx was standing in only a t-shirt and underwear. But not just any underwear.

"Jinx, what the hell is that?!" Caitlyn snapped, turning around to fully look at her.

Mel, who had already noticed, snorted, covering her mouth as Jinx wiggled her hips side to side. The underwear had giant googly eyes stuck on them.

"Too much?" Jinx asked innocently, her face breaking into a mischievous grin.

You burst out laughing. "Is that how you're planning to seduce Ekko?"

"Obviously," Jinx said proudly, flipping through the dresses she brought. She pulled out a blue dress splattered with rainbow paint—something she clearly customized herself. "And it's gonna work."

Mel shook her head with a smirk. "You're insane."

"Thank you," Jinx chirped, shimmying into her dress without a care.

You rolled your eyes and turned back to your vanity, picking up a brush and starting on your makeup, making sure to match it perfectly to your dress. As you focused, you could hear the chatter and laughter behind you, the energy in the room infectious. For the first time in a long while, you felt something other than heartbreak. 

The four of you stepped into the prom venue, the music pulsing through the grand hall. The dim lighting, accented by twinkling chandeliers and fairy lights, cast a dreamlike glow over the crowd. Everyone was adorned in masks, making it hard to tell who was who unless they had distinct features you’d memorized.

Jinx and Caitlyn wasted no time disappearing into the sea of people, no doubt off to find their dates. Mel, however, lingered at your side, her presence grounding you as you both drifted toward the punch table.

"Did Sevika come?" you asked, keeping your voice even, though your fingers gripped the rim of the table a little too tightly. If anyone would know, it was Mel.

She sighed, already regretting what she was about to say. "Yeah, I think so," she admitted, pouring herself a cup of punch. You mirrored her movements, your hand slightly unsteady.

"You gonna talk to her?" Mel asked, not looking at you as she stirred her drink absentmindedly.

You coughed, bringing a hand to your mouth to cover your sudden nerves. "Uhhh—"

"Sounds about right," Mel said flatly, smirking at your hesitation before taking a sip of her drink.

You frowned, guilt creeping in. "Mel... I'm sorry—"

Before you could finish, an arm wrapped around your shoulders. "Literally everyone is staring at you," Jinx giggled into your ear, her voice playful.

You blinked, suddenly hyper-aware of the lingering gazes around the room. People whispered, some admiring, others simply intrigued. You looked breathtaking tonight, and you weren’t used to this kind of attention.

Jinx felt you tense up and immediately reached into her purse, pulling out a tiny shooter bottle. "You want one?" she asked, already pressing it into your hand before you could refuse.

"Jinx, what the fuck," you laughed, but took it anyway, twisting the cap off and downing it in one go.

"Relax!" she cheered, shaking you playfully before planting a quick, exaggerated kiss on your cheek. Then, with a wink, she twirled around and disappeared into the crowd.

You rolled your eyes, wiping your cheek with the back of your hand as you shot Mel an exasperated look. She giggled, raising her cup in mock salute.

The music changed then, shifting from upbeat rhythms to something slower, smoother. The opening notes of a familiar song filled the space, and couples instinctively gravitated toward the dance floor. The shift in atmosphere was almost instant—lights dimmed slightly, and the soft, romantic glow of golden bulbs flickered over masked faces as pairs swayed together.

You exhaled, ready to make some excuse to step away, but then you felt it.

A presence.

You didn’t have to look to know who it was. The heat of someone standing close behind you, the faintest scent of something familiar—something that made your chest ache.

Sevika.

You turned slowly, and there she was. Masked, but unmistakable. The sharp cut of her suit, the way she held herself, the way she looked at you as if the entire world had narrowed down to just this moment.

Your breath caught in your throat.

"Hey," she said, her voice low, hesitant.

"Hey," you echoed.

Mel, ever the observant one, smoothly excused herself, slipping into the crowd without a word.

Neither of you spoke for a long second, the air thick with everything left unsaid. The song played on, and people moved around you, but Sevika’s gaze never wavered.

"You look..." she trailed off, exhaling sharply through her nose as if frustrated with herself. "You look stunning."

Your heart stuttered. "Thanks. You clean up pretty well yourself."

A beat of silence.

Then—

"Can I have this dance?"

Your stomach flipped. For a moment, you considered saying no, walking away before the night could take you places you weren’t sure you were ready to go. But when she extended her hand, you found yourself reaching for it before you could stop.

Her grip was warm, steady.

She led you onto the dance floor, her other hand hesitantly resting on your waist. The touch was light, as if she thought you might pull away. But you didn’t. Instead, you let your hands settle on her shoulder, the music guiding your movements.

For a while, neither of you spoke.

It was easier this way—just moving, just existing in this stolen moment under the soft glow of the lights. Her thumb brushed against your waist absentmindedly, like muscle memory, and you hated how much you missed it.

"Did you—" Sevika cleared her throat, adjusting her grip slightly. "Did you want to skip this thing together? Like we talked about?"

You let out a small, breathy laugh. "I thought about it."

Her lips quirked up slightly, but there was something sad in her expression. "So why didn’t you?"

You swallowed. "I think... I just wanted to prove to myself that I could do this without you."

A flicker of something crossed her face, but she only nodded. "And? Can you?"

Your fingers tightened slightly against her shoulder. "I don’t know yet."

The song was nearing its end. You knew the moment wouldn’t last forever.

"Do you miss me?" she asked, barely above a whisper.

You closed your eyes briefly, exhaling. "Yeah," you admitted, voice just as soft.

Sevika was quiet, her jaw tightening. But then she did something unexpected—she let go of your hand and reached up, hesitating before her fingers lightly traced the edge of your mask, as if memorizing the shape of you.

Your breath hitched.

"I miss you too," she said.

Mel and Jinx leaned against one of the tables, arms crossed, watching the two of you stay frozen in place even after the song had changed. The tension between you and Sevika was so thick it could be cut with a knife, but neither of you made a move to step away.

Jinx smirked, holding her hand out expectantly.

Mel groaned, rolling her eyes as she pulled a folded-up twenty from her clutch and slapped it into Jinx’s palm.

"Loser," Jinx chirped, stuffing the money into her bra with a smug grin.

"I totally thought it was gonna take longer," Mel grumbled, stomping her foot against the ground in mild frustration.

Jinx shrugged, eyes still locked on you and Sevika. "What can I say? The heart wants what it wants."

Mel huffed, watching as Sevika finally—reluctantly—dropped her hands and stepped back, but not before giving you one last look. It was a look Mel knew all too well.

“This isn’t over,” Mel muttered under her breath.

Jinx laughed. "Nope. Not even close."

Sevika exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl into the night air as she twirled the cigarette between her fingers. The cool evening breeze brushed against her skin, carrying the distant sounds of laughter and music from the prom she had just escaped. Her mask now rested on top of her head, forgotten.

She sighed, bringing the cigarette to her lips, taking a slow drag. The burn in her lungs was sharp, and she coughed, cursing under her breath as she tried to stifle it.

"It's fine. I already saw it," her father’s voice cut through the quiet.

Sevika stiffened slightly but didn’t turn to look at him as he stepped out of the house, the screen door creaking behind him. He lowered himself onto the porch stairs beside her, taking the cigarette when she wordlessly passed it to him.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The only sound was the quiet hum of crickets and the occasional distant car passing by.

Then, his voice broke the silence.

"Listen, I know you're planning on cutting me off as soon as you're able to."

Sevika tensed. Her fingers twitched against her knee, but she said nothing, her gaze locked onto the peeling paint of the wooden steps beneath them.

Her father took a slow drag of the cigarette, letting out a deep exhale before continuing.

"And I get it," he said. "I haven't exactly given you a reason to stick around."

She swallowed hard, jaw tightening.

He sighed, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. "But listen… You don’t have to take the scholarship if you don’t want to."

Sevika’s head snapped up, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"What?" she muttered, almost thinking she misheard him.

He turned his head slightly, finally looking at her. "I mean it," he said, his tone unreadable. "If it’s not what you want… then don’t force yourself into it just because you think you have to."

Sevika stared at him, struggling to process his words. For so long, she had felt like her future was already set in stone—a path she had to walk whether she wanted to or not.

But now… she wasn’t so sure.

Sevika’s grip tightened on the fabric of her suit , her mind racing. She had spent so much time convincing herself that the scholarship was her only way out, the only option that made sense. And yet, hearing those words from her father—the man she had been so sure didn’t care—sent a ripple of doubt through her.

She scoffed, shaking her head. “Since when do you care about what I want?”

Her father took another drag from the cigarette, his expression unreadable. “Since I realized I’d rather you hate me for the things I did… than for forcing you into something you don’t want.”

She frowned, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. There was no sarcasm in his tone, no passive-aggressive remark waiting to follow. Just honesty. And that scared her more than anything.

She looked away, her fingers digging into her palm. “I don’t even know what I want,” she muttered.

Her father sighed, flicking the cigarette into the yard. “Then take your time and figure it out. But don’t waste your life trying to prove something to people who don’t deserve it.”

Sevika stayed quiet, the weight of his words pressing down on her. She had spent so much time trying to outrun her past, trying to prove she was more than the mistakes that haunted her. But for the first time, she wondered—who was she proving it to?

Before she could respond, a car parked in her driveway. Your car. You step out and look at her with concern in you eyes

The sight of you made her breath hitch, her heart pounding in a way that had nothing to do with the nicotine still buzzing in her veins. You were still in your prom dress, the mask hanging loosely in your hand. Your hair was slightly tousled from the night, and under the porch light, you looked ethereal.

Your eyes flickered between Sevika and her father before settling on her, uncertainty clouding your expression. “Hey.”

Her father gave a knowing smirk as he stood up, patting Sevika’s shoulder. “I’ll leave you two to it,” he said, disappearing into the house without another word.

Silence settled between you both as you hesitated at the bottom step. “You left,” you finally said, your voice softer than she expected.

Sevika exhaled, rubbing the back of her neck. “Didn’t think anyone would notice.”

You scoffed lightly, shaking your head. “Of course I noticed.”

She glanced away, guilt twisting in her stomach. “Prom isn’t really my thing,” she admitted, trying to play it off.

You stepped up onto the porch, standing just a foot away from her now. “Then why’d you come?”

Sevika swallowed hard. She could lie, say she was just there for the group, say it didn’t mean anything. But as she looked at you, standing there in that stupidly beautiful dress, she knew there was no point in pretending.

“For you,” she finally admitted.

Your breath hitched, and for a moment, neither of you moved. Then, before she could second-guess herself, she stood up, holding out a hand.

“Dance with me?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

Sevika hesitated. “There’s no music.”

You smirked, pulling your phone from the small clutch you carried, tapping the screen before a soft melody filled the quiet night air. A slow song.

Sevika chuckled under her breath, shaking her head. “You planned this, didn’t you?”

You shrugged. “Maybe.”

She sighed, but she didn’t resist when you took her hand, leading her a few steps away from the porch. The grass was cool beneath her shoes as you placed a hand on her shoulder, her other hand resting at your waist.

For a few seconds, neither of you spoke. You just swayed, the dim porch light casting long shadows as the music surrounded you.

Sevika’s heart pounded, her fingers twitching against your waist. “I’m sorry,” she finally murmured.

You looked up at her. “For what?”

“For… everything,” she admitted. “For hurting you. For not—” She exhaled, shaking her head. “For being a coward.”

You were quiet for a moment before squeezing her hand. “I won’t lie… it hurt,” you admitted. “But I think… I get it now.”

She met your gaze, something tightening in her chest. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “You were scared. And maybe… I was too.”

Sevika swallowed hard, her thumb grazing over your knuckles. “Do you think it’s too late?”

“For what?”

“For us.”

Your lips parted slightly, your eyes searching hers. Then, slowly, you smiled. “Only if we let it be.”

Sevika let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding, a small smile tugging at her lips as she pulled you in just a little closer, her lips pressing against yours

2 years later

Sevika leaned against her motorcycle, arms crossed over her chest, her sharp eyes scanning the quiet rest stop. The neon light above the convenience store buzzed faintly, casting a dim glow on the pavement. She exhaled, her breath visible in the crisp night air, fingers tapping idly against the leather of her jacket.

The sound of the door swinging open pulled her from her thoughts. You stepped out, grinning, a plastic bag in one hand and a folded pamphlet in the other. The worn leather jacket she had given you still clung to your frame, a sight that made something warm settle in her chest.

“I got a map!” you announced proudly, waving it in the air.

Sevika arched a brow, smirking as she pushed off the bike. “We have GPS, you know.”

You stopped in front of her, unfolding the paper with exaggerated care. “Souvenir,” you corrected, a playful glint in your eye.

She let out a quiet chuckle, reaching over to take it from you. “Let me guess… you can’t read it?”

You huffed, watching as she traced a path with her finger. “We’re here,” she pointed at the middle of nowhere, then dragged her finger to your destination. “And New York is about seven hours that way.”

You sighed dramatically. “That’s forever.”

Sevika shook her head, laughing as she swung a leg over the bike. “Come on, drama queen.”

You slid in behind her, wrapping your arms around her waist and resting your head against her shoulder. The scent of leather and faint cigarette smoke clung to her, grounding you.

“Getting tired?” you murmured. “Can I drive?”

Sevika let out a low laugh, starting the engine. “Absolutely not.”

You pouted, but as the motorcycle roared to life beneath you, sending vibrations through your chest, you tightened your hold on her. The open road stretched ahead, the city waiting in the distance, but for now, it was just the two of you.

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District 12 Fluff Fest Prompts

The big moment has arrived!

Could this be any more exciting?

Below the cut you will find all the great prompts received for the first ever D12 Fluff Fest.

Choose any prompt. Or do your own thing. It's up to you. This is meant to be fun and uplifting, so we're keeping it simple other than the basic ground rules that were posted yesterday.

Once you choose a prompt: Please send a message to this blog and advise of your choice for tracking purposes. Your chosen prompt will be scratched off the list, just to make sure we have lots of variety.

If you've got an idea of your own: Please go for it, but message the blog with your idea, again for tracking purposes.

Gentle nagging may ensue if your submission is not received by May 5.

Are you ready?

The Prompts

Everlark:

1. Katniss gets hooked on playing the Sims. Peeta stages an intervention.

2. Peeta spots Katniss in the stands of his wrestling match.

3. Everlark see each other at a wedding for the first time in 5, 10, 15 years.

4. POV of Peeta's first day back at the bakery after a toastbaby is born (can be either their first or second one). An alternating POV from him and Katniss' day would be cool to see too.

5. Everlark works on a home improvement project.

6. Katniss and the kids come to visit Peeta at the bakery. Peeta is very excited to have his family at work.

7. Peeta is spoiling his kids rotten. Katniss tries to put her foot down but Peeta just keeps spoiling them.

8. Katniss takes care of Peeta when he feels phantom pain and gets the kids involved to help him.

9. Katniss talks in her sleep.

10. Katniss and Peeta go through old family photos (whatever is left).

11. The toastbabies get chicken pox.

12. Everlark + toastbabies + Haymitch

13. Katniss figures out the correct number of freckles on Peeta's face.

14. Domestic Everlark

15. Katniss and Peeta stuck at home during a storm (snowstorm, thunderstorm, anything).

16. Toasting Day

17. Peeta attempts to teach Katniss how to bake, but she just wants to snack on the ingredients (think: cheese buns).

18. High school AU Peeta tries to figure out if Katniss likes him back.

19. Madge and Delly gossip about Everlark when they see them together (CF, before the QQ)

20. “I can't believe you bought that apron.”

21. Peeta has a cold.

22. Single parent/guardian/super involved uncle (whatever writer prefers) Peeta becomes smitten with beautiful, shy music teacher Katniss when his child ends up in her class. She's wonderful with all the kids. Then he hears her sing and he's a goner.

Haymitch x Lenore Dove:

1. Haymitch and Lenore Dove attend the Harvest Festival

2. Lenore Dove lives! Perhaps the gumdrops weren’t poisonous or she was able to spit it out before it killed her?

3. Lenore Dove appears to Haymitch in a dream to tell him he did well.

4. Haymitch and Lenore Dove get assigned a school project.

5. Haymitch and Lenore Dove discuss the Burdock-Asterid-Otho Mellark triangle.

General:

1. “That last piece of bacon is MINE.”

2. Everlark plays a trick on Haymitch.

3. “Exactly how many people are coming to dinner?”

4. “I can tell we're gonna be friends.”

5. Haymitch's geese hatch in his new incubator.

6. Burdock and Katniss spend a day at the lake.

7. “When I said break a leg, I didn't mean literally.”

8. “See ya later, Sweetheart.”

9. Asterid sneaks out to meet Burdock in the meadow.

10. “Wait a minute. You know how to surf?”

11. Character A's beater dies on the side of the highway. Character B pulls over to help.

12. "Ok Daddy, I need to take the baby now so we can weigh and measure him." ... "No."

13. “Why didn't you tell me geese have TEETH?!”

14. Peeta and Haymitch are having a game night.

15. Annie visits District 12.

16. Dandelion wine

17. Gifts from the woods

18. Tickling

19. Pillow fight

20. Popcorn

21. Spring cleaning

22. Confessions: In canon or any universe, your favorite THG couple address their feelings for each other for the first time.

23. Haymitch and Everlark (post GBT) enjoy a nice summer day with the geese.

24. Write an extended scene of Katniss gathering the eggs and Peeta making the incubator.

25. Telling happy stories to the toastbabies

26. A vacation

27. An ordinary day in District 12.

28. A bubble bath

29. Finnick survives the war and is best friends with Peeta post-Mockingjay. Maybe he and Annie have a District 4 wedding and our remaining Victors travel there for it?

30. Everlark spends time with Haymitch.

31. Buttercup and Katniss have a common enemy: the geese.

32. Peeta wants to make a stack cake for Haymitch. But he has to remember how first.

34. Toastbaby girl’s first day of preschool.

33. Thunderstorm

35. “I gave you my number because I hit your car and now you’re sending me flirty texts.” (From @dailyau)

[kyu-piddy]

Messy love triangles….

Leona x reader x riddle mayhaps⁉️

Ranking a singular twst love triangle on how messy it is

An: The more I write for Leona the more I find this man hilarious. Who knew petty men were this funny to write about?

Gn reader x Riddle, Leona

Trigger warnings: Swearing

900 words

Riddle vs Leona

There’s people that you wonder how they have beef. They’re not opposites, they’re not too similar, but there’s something that doesn’t quite click with them.

In the case of Riddle and Leona, their beef is over you.

Riddle is a fool I tell you. He might be a great student, he might be Mr perfect in anything and everything pertaining to stuff your parents would be proud of, but he is indeed a fool.

He will, very loudly and stupidly, call you his good friend to the Heartslabyul dorm while blushing up a storm as soon as you’re less than 10 feet away from him.

You were commenting in passing to Ace and Deuce how the history of magic assignment is really hard? There comes Riddle in the next morning carrying back breaking books on the topic, with sticky notes color coded to how important he thought that information was.

Did you complain about not being able to sleep properly? Riddle has brewed you a potion that is said to help sleep and prepared a brochure with every habit of yours that is making sleep evade you.

And yet he is not using the evidence to reach a sound verdict. He is instead looking pretty stupid and/or overbearing to everyone around him.

Trey and Cater are laughing their asses off at the interactions between you both.

If it was someone else it could be heavily considered that they were faking it, but it’s Riddle after all.

Mr. Lionman is, like always, emotionally constipated as hell.

Leona might be lazy as balls, but he is no idiot. He’s actually rather brilliant and also not blind, so the moment he sees Riddle interact with you, it’s on sight.

Verbally that is. Leona isn’t that trigger happy with people that he could snap like a twig.

He probably already suspected Riddle's crush on you just by hearing you talk, which he did in fact make an effort to stay awake for, but actually seeing the red short stack turn into a human prawn would piss him off sooooo bad.

This man is incredibly petty. He has never once actually tried in his classes, but seeing as that would make Riddle mad, he’s showing up at 8:00 am on the dot to every class and scoring 100 after 100 in every test he can.

Meanwhile Riddle’s jaw is glued to the floor.

He doesn’t really understand why Leona is rubbing his successes in his face, which does piss him off, but what pisses him off the most is how Leona is showing it off to you too??? How dare he!

Riddle should be the one that comes to you with his perfect tests, offering help all gentleman style.

Treys sweets are another weapon in Riddle's arsenal, but Leona is indeed a cheeky bastard that practices the age old “all is fair in love and war”.

Ruggie is going to be very busy making sure those sweets taste awful, and also trying to feed you with stuff “Leona” made.

Speaking of Trey, he’s going to have to make a decorated cake saying “You like ____” for his housewarden. Otherwise man will stay in the dark.

It is shocking news to Riddle once he figures it out, while everyone else sort of just… nods their heads and pretend it is such riveting new information.

“Trey, I have delved deep into my psyche and have reached the conclusion that my feelings for ___ aren’t exclusively platonic.”

“Oh, really now, Riddle?”

oH reALly NoW RiDdLe

Leona is also a contender for the most obvious crush on campus to those that know him.

Ruggie and Jack probably have a bet going on when Leona will confess. (Jack thinks it will be when the sun explodes. Ruggie is more akin to the hypothesis of the heat death of the universe coming first.)

Riddle is the one most likely to confess.

He believes in doing things the proper way so confessing is the way to go.

Man is redder than his hair and holding a script he wrote.

It’s really sweet actually. Riddle isn't some romantic bard of legend, but he writes down his feelings in the best way he can: with legal jargon.

Leona’s sixth sense is activating and he is running to match his rival.

Once again, metaphorically. He can’t be bothered to actually run.

He is putting his head on your shoulder, whispering into your ear…

“I know you like me, herbivore.”

Hell no! This man did not spend the time he did around you and planning how to get your attention to turn back around and say it’s you who is in love with him! Step on his tail or knee him on the groin cuz he deserves it.

For a Leona love triangle, this one isn’t that bad. I’d give it an A.

Any love triangle with two overblot boys tends to be really messed up, even after said overblot, but Leona and Riddle don’t have that much prior beef that turns the love triangle into a biohazard.

Leona will have his good ol inferiority complex to keep him company if rejected, but he doesn’t feel like he is in that much direct competition with Riddle, which spares him some of the heartache that a love triangle with Vil or Malleus would give.

Riddle will be haunted by his perfectionism and romantic stupidity if rejected, but he’s one of the more stable post overblot boys, so you don’t have much to fear. Probably.