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-Back on the Beat-

Part 4. 06

One year later

November 19th, 9:50pm

Kim hits a high note and the crowd goes wild.

He’s sweaty and high on adrenaline, approaching the end of his largest show yet.

It’s only a few hundred people, but it’s also a sold out show, and Kim still feels a little overwhelmed with that knowledge.

Porchay is in the crowd.

He had walked into their apartment five weeks ago and announced to Kim that he was going to celebrate the end of his first year of university by devoting himself wholly to being WiK’s #1 fan; a job he then applied himself to with as much, if not more gusto than he applied himself to studying medicine.

He looks ridiculous right now, dressed head to toe in unofficial, homemade WiK merch. He’s also holding a handmade sign above his head and Kim has to stop himself from smiling like an idiot every time he looks over at him so his fans don’t start rumours.

They'd agreed to keep their relationship on the down-low, for now. Only while Kim builds his audience, since being single sells.

He holds Chay’s gaze throughout the entirety of the song they wrote together and the people around Chay are definitely noticing. Kim isn’t doing a very good job at being subtle, he thinks.

Oh well.

He’s exhausted, but he raises his arms over his head and makes a heart with his fingers to thank his audience as he closes the set. The crowd goes wild once more and Chay is giggling into his hand over something.

He’s so cute.

He’s probably laughing at Kim though, Kim thinks warily.

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A few days later, Chay announces that a photo of Kim from his concert is going viral on twitter and is doing wonders to boost his popularity both nationally and internationally. Something about people thinking he’s cute?

Kim considers how much he can press and the wary way the bodyguards back at the compound look at him when he walks past.

He’s definitely not cute.

Porchay won’t let him see his phone though, and he can't be bothered to check himself.

Whatever. So long as it’s getting him good reviews.

May 23rd, 6:05pm - a few months earlier

“I think Jimbo likes you more than me now.”

Porchay scoffs. “That’s just because I’m the one who feeds him most of the time. You’re always out these days, being all popular and in demand. What will we do when you become proper famous?”

“You don’t like having a popular boyfriend?” Kim pouts, turning to look at Porchay from where he lies on the bed, watching him play with their cat. Porchay only moved in last week, yet he’s taken on being a cat parent like nothing else. Kim has barely even cleaned the litter this past week. It’s been a weird disruption to his daily routine, but it has given him a lot less to worry about with his increasingly erratic schedule.

He released the song they wrote together last month and it hit the national top 10. He’s had three different studios reach out, wanting to sign him.

Kim tries not to think about it too much; it’s too overwhelming, how good he feels about it. The bars he usually performs in are starting to become too small for the crowd that he draws.

He should probably hire a manager.

Porchay looks up at him. “P’Kim as your biggest fan, I could not be more thrilled to be dating my idol. It’s like I’m living inside of a fanfiction.”

Kim hums, hesitant.

“Does that mean we get to live happily ever after?”

It’s way too soon, they’ve only been together six months. Kim was ready to spend his life with Chay from the moment Chay unblocked him, but he’s pretty sure there are rules around these things.

Kim isn’t good at this. Porchay told him so himself… though he was smiling at him fondly when he did.

He’s smiling that same smile at him again now.

“Yeah,” Chay says, soft. “We get to live happily ever after, p’Kim.”

February 10th, 9:28am

“I want to study medicine.”

Porsche looks at him with almost comical surprise, and Porchay tries not to laugh at his expression.

They’re out at their new weekly brunch date together, and Chay has been waiting for the right moment to bring this topic up. He’s spent a lot of time over the past few months, both on his own and with Kim’s help, figuring out what he wants to do with his future. He’s feeling pretty confident in his choice, but he hasn’t even begun looking at universities yet and enrollments are coming up soon.

“I’m not sure what field I want to specialise in yet, but I’ve thought a lot about it and medicine feels like the right direction for me. I should have at least a year of classes before I have to choose my field - I want to feel it out a little and see what feels right for me. I was hoping you could help me look at university courses?”

Porsche puts his fork down and settles back, serious but obviously trying to hold back his glee. “Of course, Chay. We can get you into any university you want.”

“No!” Chay interrupts him, “I want to get in on my own merit. I only want help finding a good course… please…”

Porsche smiles at him, big and wide and happy. “You can do it! Come around here, let’s start now!”

Chay gets up and moves around to join Porsche on his side of the table, bringing his phone with him.

“Okay, so I’ve already been looking at a couple courses. Tell me what you think, hia…”

February 6th, 11:39pm

“What about some sort of doctor?”

Porchay looks up at Kim.

They’ve been going through lists upon lists of career ideas and quizzes and self help guides. It’s been nearly four hours and Porchay really shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was with the seriousness and intensity at which Kim approached the task.

Kim loves solving cases and sorting through things. It’s something Porchay discovered recently, and even though the topics themselves sometimes aren’t so cute, the way Kim gets when he has something to solve in front of him definitely is.

He reaches over to smooth the little furrow between Kim's brows. “What kind of doctor?”

“I don’t know. You said before that you wanted to do something to help people, but didn’t put your own self at risk.” He's right, but it’s also a little left field. All the results from Porchay’s quizzes have pointed him in the direction of something creative, and they haven’t done much research outside of creative careers yet.

Doctor.

Porchay thinks about Porsche and his new, scary job. He thinks about Kim and his tendency to push himself too hard.

He thinks about Khun, and Kinn and all the bodyguards.

Doctor.

Yeah. Something about that feels right.

January 26th, 10:45am

It’s their two month anniversary and Porchay is nearly jumping on his heels as he waits in the lobby of Kim's building. Kim approaches slowly, trying to look cool and not at all as nervous as he feels inside.

Chay has been secretive about today, only telling Kim to keep his schedule completely clear. He's been distracted every time they've seen each other over the past couple of weeks abd Kim has had to put a surprising amount of effort into not trying to suss out what Chay has been planning for them.

An effort that proved even more challenging when Khun's crytic texts began rolling in even couple of days.

Of course it turns out Khun was on the money with everything. As usual.

“You never use it, so I stole it back the other week and made you this.”

November 28th, 10:35am

“I’m a little nervous.” Chay is sitting across from him, boba tea in hand and a light flush to his cheeks.

They’re at their usual boba tea spot, but it’s also their first date.

Kim is feeling the same.

“Mmmm.”

Chay laughs at him lightly. “P’Kim! Are you nervous too? You’ve hardly said anything since we got here.”

Kim takes a moment to consider, looking up from his tea at Chay’s slowly growing smile.

“...mmmm.” Chay laughs loudly enough that a few people around them turn in their direction. Kim smiles.

Success.

THE END

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pairing: idol!seungcheol x gn!reader rating: M wc: 2.9k summary: you're asexual and proud, and have been for a while. so why does seeing ace pride posts sometimes churn something within you? or, the one where reader talks about where/if their asexuality and trauma intersect. warnings: implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced sexual childhood abuse, (these things are only talked about in the vaguest sense but please be careful), anxiety, mentions of acephobic family members tags: asexuality, asexual reader, established relationship, dialogue-heavy, emotional hurt/comfort a/n: this is a rewrite of a fic i wrote for a bts queer introspections fic fest, and i want to preface this by saying everyone's journey with asexuality is different and the one reflected here is based purely on my own personal journey. if any of you struggle with any of the same thoughts/questions reader does, that I do, i hope this can remind you that you're not alone 💜

jimbo the himbo @spaceace9393

just a friendly reminder: asexuality is a valid identity. it's not any kind of disorder, and it has nothing to do with disability, or trauma, or mental illness. we are not sick, or broken, or in need of "fixing.” we're just people who don't experience sexual attraction, that's it.

You stare at the tweet for a long, long time. Long enough that your phone screen dims before shutting off entirely, leaving you with only your reflection for company.

Your chest feels... you're not sure how to describe it, exactly. It might be a little bit like when you accidentally clogged the bathroom sink the other day — like there's something cold and murky sloshing around inside your lungs, bits of feelings you can't quite name sinking down to rest on something that's been building unseen for a while now.

Closing your eyes, you breathe in, slow and deep, and then release a shaky exhale. Your fingers start tap-tap-tapping away on your thigh as you realize that you kind of, maybe, really want to talk to someone right now.

You have your kakaotalk app open between one blink and the next.

you

cheollie? are u still at one of the hybe studios?

cheollie 🧡

yeah i'm still here not working on anything too important rn tho so you can swing by if you want i have extra ramyeon packs that soonyoung dropped off they're the spicy kind you like

You can't help but smile softly to yourself. Even though the anxiety of what you want to talk about makes your heart race, you don't think you'll ever stop being endeared by Choi Seungcheol.

you

cheollie ur the best ily ❤️ see u soon ~

cheollie 🧡

love you too ❤️

You quickly throw on your comfiest hoodie, threadbare and fraying at the seams, and you make your way over to the Hybe building. You also stop at a convenience store on the way, grabbing a canned coffee for each of you because you're a good partner like that.

By the time you get to the door of the studio, though, what little confidence you'd built up for yourself starts to fizzle out, replaced by the anxiety simmering on low just beneath your skin. The confusing feelings are still sloshing around inside your chest, so much so that you think about knocking even though you haven't knocked in months — not since Seungcheol started texting you the code of whatever studio he was working in at the time.

Groaning to yourself, you smack the edge of your phone against your forehead a few times before quickly punching in the code and opening the door before you can talk yourself out of it.

Seungcheol is slouched comically in the chair, head so low it's practically leaning against the armrest as his socked feet rest propped up on any empty corner of the desk. The computer's wireless keyboard is cradled against his chest and stomach, keys down, and he's using its smooth back as a makeshift mousepad. ...To play Solitaire of all things, you realize.

You stand there, just blinking for a moment as you process the image in front of you. He looks so stupid and cute and you can't help the grin that pushes against your cheeks.

"Cheol," you giggle. "What the fuck."

"Shhhhhhhh..." Seungcheol's eyes don't leave the monitor. "Don't question the process."

You snort as you finally close the door and walk over to set his canned coffee on the desk, on the opposite side his feet are propped up.

"What process?" You stand over him, folding your arms across your chest as you try to keep a straight face. Raising an eyebrow at his posture, you ask, "The one where you turn into a slouchy slug?"

"Hey!" Seungcheol swings the keyboard into your hip like he's trying to chop down a tree, making you double over even as you start giggling. "I am not a slug, how dare you!"

You just laugh louder and playfully shove his chair away from the desk. He yelps in surprise as his feet suddenly fall to the floor and he nearly topples over, and then he turns the full force of his pout upon you.

"I can't believe my very own partner is trying to kill me," he laments. "What did I do to deserve such betrayal? Did Jeonghan put you up to this?"

"Aww, poor aegi," you coo. You walk over to him and squish his cheeks between your palms so that his lips pucker out comically. "My poor little guppy wuppy."

His dark brows furrow harder and you let out an oof when he jabs you in the stomach with the wireless keyboard he'd managed to hang onto in the chaos, letting go of his face. It wasn't hard enough to hurt (never is) and you just stick your tongue out at him in retaliation.

He rolls his eyes and points to the couch. "Go have a seat, traitor."

You acquiesce with a soft snort, burying yourself in the corner while Seungcheol tidies up the studio. You pull one of the throw pillows into your lap and very quickly end up hugging it tightly to your chest.

For a few blissful moments, you'd forgotten about all of the confused, anxious things swimming around inside of you — forgotten the main reason you'd come here in the first place.

You must zone out, because the next thing you know, Seungcheol is squatting in front of you and trying to catch your eye, one hand gently squeezing your knee. "Hey, Y/n-ah. You doing okay over here? Want me to take you home?"

His eyes are wide and earnest, worry lightly furrowing his brow, and you will never cease to be grateful for how much he embodies unconditional care and comfort.

Shaking your head, you reach out to clasp the hand on your knee. "No, 'm fine." You tug on his hand, a silent request to come sit next to you. "Just wanna talk to you, if that's okay."

"Of course it's okay," he promises. "Always."

When he sits, he leaves a sliver of space between the two of you, leaving it up to you to decide how much (if any) physical comfort you want right now. That simple, little act of thoughtfulness is like the glimpse of a lighthouse amidst the storm that's brewing within your ribcage, and it gives you the courage you need to hoist your metaphorical sails and let the wind take you where you need to go.

You waste no time in anchoring yourself to Seungcheol's side, throwing your legs over his lap and burying your face into his collarbone.

"Hey, jagiya, hey, you're okay," he soothes automatically. His hands come up to wrap around you, pulling you close and rubbing soothing arcs up and down your back. "You're okay. I'm here to listen, yeah? I'm here."

He doesn't say anything else after that, just settles a bit more into the couch and waits for you to speak, always so full of patience when it counts.

It does take a while for you to say anything, mostly because you don't really know where to start. There's still so much swirling around inside you, murky and confusing, that you're not really sure if there is a start.

And a part of you wonders if it's even worth opening up your mouth at this point — the same part of you that's always walked hand-in-hand with your shame and doubt.

But Seungcheol's breathing is a steady rise and fall against your chaotic thoughts, his heartbeat a siren song reminding you that he has always held your hopes and dreams and fears and questions oh so carefully in the palms of his hands.

Eventually, you realize that it doesn't really matter where you start as long as you jump in. So jump you do. "Cheol?"

"Hmm?"

"Do— do you remember when I came out to you and the rest of the group as ace?"

" 'Course I do," he assures warmly, giving you a small squeeze. "Still so proud of you."

You hum happily. But your anxiety is making you feel fidgety again, so you pull one of Seungcheol's arms down into your lap so you can play with his long, sturdy fingers. He lets you do it without complaint, and something within you settles.

You let yourself breathe in, breathe out.

"After you guys," you start, bending and unbending his fingers one by one, "the first person I ever came out to was my mom, you know? And it's— it wasn't that she wasn't supportive. Or like, I think she was trying to be supportive, at least, but." You take a breath. "Do you wanna know what the first words out of her mouth were, after I told her that I was ace?"

Seungcheol hums an encouragement, pulling you impossibly closer with the one arm he still has wrapped around your back. You take another breath, uncurling all of his fingers and holding the spread-out digits in both hands, almost like you're going to try and read his palm.

You breathe in, breathe out. "She said— without any hesitation, she said, 'Oh, is it because of your trauma?'"

You feel the way Seungcheol tenses beneath you, watch the way his fingers twitch between yours like he's trying not to curl them into a fist.

"And I didn't know how to respond to that," you continue, keeping your eyes down, "so I just said 'I don't know, probably.'" You give the same little helpless shrug you'd given then, small and defeated, and you use the motion to hunch your shoulders a little more.

"Y/n-ah. That's..." Seungcheol starts, voice a little rough around the edges like he's trying to keep some big emotion from breaking through. "I can't imagine what that must've felt like."

And you know, you know, that he's filling in the blanks. That he's taking the words 'trauma' and 'asexuality' and drawing conclusions that probably aren't too far from the truth.

You grip his hand tightly between yours and tuck it against your chest like a child clings to a favorite stuffed animal; he presses a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. You both breathe — in, out.

"Yeah. It didn't— it didn't feel great," you admit, an understatement. "And she's not the only one, either. Every single family member I've come out to, every single one of them— that question has always been the first thing to come out of their mouth."

The faces of those family members flash before you, all carrying the same expression — pity, one etched so deep it felt (feels) almost condescending. "Is it because of your trauma?" "Is it because of what happened to you? Did he make you like this?"

"And I just..." You flail the hand not clutching Seungcheol's, searching for a way to put into words what you've been feeling for so, so long. "I have this knowledge living inside me at all times that, to the family members that I'm out to— they'll never see my asexuality as something to celebrate. All they will ever see is my trauma and how this part of myself is something that comes from a broken place."

You think about the tweet from earlier, the hundreds of others you've seen like it, and feel tears begin to gather.

Sniffling, you continue. "And then I'll go on the internet and see all kinds of ace pride and posts about how we're valid and don't need to be fixed and... and I know that. Logically, I know that my ace-ness isn't something that needs to be changed, isn't something that could change, even if I wanted it to, but..."

But.

For so, so long, you have had no idea how to finish that sentence. And it feels like some kind of defeat when you realize you still don't have an answer. "...I don't know," you shrug, helplessly.

Seungcheol presses another kiss to the top of your head, staying silent like he knows you still have more to say. He keeps a steady rhythm of slowly rubbing his free hand up and down your back, a tactile metronome for you to follow.

After a few minutes, you continue with a sigh. "About once a year, I'll talk with my aunt, and she never fails to ask if I'm "still ace" and... I just..." You cut yourself off with a frustrated groan.

"S'okay, aegi," Seungcheol whispers, squeezing the hand you're still holding close to your chest.

"Sometimes it feels like my ace-ness is tainted, you know?"

Even as the sentence feels punched out of you, it's such a bitter relief to finally admit it out loud. Because even though you've never really let yourself put it into words, you are finally able to recognize that this is one of the murky feelings that has been weighing you down — collecting in your subconscious like debris in the gutter. "And it's why bringing up my past can be so difficult for me. Because I'm so scared that people will go from just accepting my asexuality to thinking 'Ah, that explains it.' Like I just gave them the missing piece to a puzzle or something, when before it was just a part of who I am.

"And there's also a part of me that feels like... I don't know, that I'd just be adding fuel to the fire for all the people who like to shit on asexuality. That I'm just an example of why people who think they're ace are just traumatized and need therapy. But... I think I would have always been ace, no matter what happened or didn't happen to me as a kid. And I just...

"I don't know, Cheol," you croak, the tears you've been trying so hard to keep in finally starting to cascade down your cheeks. "I don't know how to feel anymore. I don't know where to fit. If I fit. If it even matters whether I fit or not."

And really, now that you've talked it out a bit, it essentially boils down to one thing.

"I guess— I guess what I'm saying is that I just want to be able to feel like I can be ace and a little bit broken at the same time. That I can be a work in progress and still something... worth celebrating."

You tuck your free hand into the sleeve of your hoodie and use it to wipe away the tears that are still falling. Seungcheol's next exhale shudders a little bit out of his chest, and then he's letting go of your hand so he can cradle your jaw and tenderly wipe at the tears himself.

"Hey, jagiya, will you look at me, please? Will you let me look at you?"

You nod, the lump in your throat having doubled in size between one moment and the next, and he gently lifts your chin until you're eye-to-eye.

"There you are," he murmurs, with a sad lopsided smile. You notice he has tear tracks of his own, and looking into his big, glassy eyes aches and soothes in equal measure. "I'm going to tell you something very important, so I need you to listen carefully, okay? Can you do that for me?"

Again, you nod, swallowing thickly.

Seungcheol's expression quickly melts into something serious. Not something scary, but something solid — a firm foundation for you to rely on.

"Y/n L/n. You will always, always be something worth celebrating. Being a work in progress is a part of life, and you and I and everyone else on this planet will be one until the day we die. I may not know all the answers, and we might never find the ones we're looking for, but if I know anything, it's this: not a day has gone by since getting to know you that I am not so, so incredibly proud of you — of the person that you are and that you are continuously becoming. More than I can really put into words."

You think you could drown in all of the love and support and affection pouring out of Seuncheol, overwhelming you in the best way. It's like your heart has capsized and all of the ooey-gooey feelings are flooding in, pulling you down deeper, deeper, deeper still.

But you've hit your emotional threshold for the day and decide to cut the moment the best way you know how. "Even when I'm an annoying little shit?" you choke out past your now-stuffed nose.

Seungcheol laughs wetly and wraps his arms around you again, tilting you both over so you're both mostly lying down on the couch. "I think maybe especially then," he murmurs, mostly to himself. Louder, he says, "I think we've earned ourselves a nice nap, what do you think?"

You think that sounds heavenly, and you both adjust your positions until you're comfortable and you can feel sleep pulling at your consciousness. Before you let it claim you, though, you take a few moments to breathe.

It feels a bit easier than before, the breathing. The stuff sloshing around inside your lungs doesn't feel as murky as it did before, doesn't feel as suffocating now that you've been able to bale some of it out. You don't have any more answers than you did before, but you have a bit more peace.

And as you finally drift off to Seungcheol's quiet, snuffling snores, you think that having a bit more peace might be enough for now.

#svtsource #seungcheol fanfic #seungcheol oneshot #seungcheol x you #seungcheol x reader #seungcheol x y/n #scoups fanfic #scoups oneshot #scoups x y/n #scoups x reader #scoups x you #asexual reader #savv writes #savv fics #giving you all a big piece of my soul with this one

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baby-meringue · 1 year

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MY FAVORITE CHARACTER BINGO BUT WITH 2022 CHARACTERS!!

CHARACTER LIST ❤️ professor marmalade (the bad guys) ❤️ ❤️ mr. piranha (the bad guys) ❤️ ❤️ chip (dc league of super pets) ❤️ ❤️ lulu (dc league of super pets) ❤️ ❤️ marcel (marcel the shell with shoes on) ❤️ ❤️ connie (marcel the shell with shoes on) ❤️ ❤️ jimbo (paws of fury: the legend of hank) ❤️ ❤️ emiko (paws of fury: the legend of hank) ❤️ ❤️ rusty (chickenhare and the hamster of darkness) ❤️ ❤️ pop (trivia quest) ❤️ ❤️ poong woon-ho (20th century girl) ❤️ ❤️ kya clark (where the crawdads sing) ❤️ ❤️ FREE SPACE /j ❤️ ❤️ lyle the crocodile (lyle, lyle, crocodile) ❤️ ❤️ pinocchio (guillermo del toro's pinocchio) ❤️ ❤️ sonic (sonic the hedgehog 2) ❤️ ❤️ knuckles (sonic the hedgehog 2) ❤️ ❤️ iris (my father's dragon) ❤️ ❤️ blue (the sea beast) ❤️ ❤️ yellow beasts (the sea beast) ❤️ ❤️ mei lee (turning red) ❤️ ❤️ sam greenfield (luck) ❤️ ❤️ bob (luck) ❤️ ❤️ past (scrooge: a christmas carol) ❤️ - christmas is over but she had to be there because i just like her design and character ❤️ lana (ai love you) ❤️ - i still dislike that movie but i wanted to put her in because she is the only good character from it imo

feel free to use this if you'd like as long as u credit me aaaaand i hope u like it!!!

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ao3feed-samfro · 10 days

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Frodo Baggins/Sam Gamgee #Samfro

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bunniesbearsandadventures · 2 months

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Bro being born in February is so bad if you want to do fun things. Like instead of being able to watch cool new movies your stuck picking between

Jimbos jumbos spooky thriller

Some art majors random indie film that zero people have even heard of or seen trailors for

And

Major studios movie dumpster fire that everyone will shit on because its that bad

Legit the only two movies that released near my birthday that were good were:

The lego movie 2

And

Birds of prey (that Harley Quinn movie)

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#random #just completley random #idk

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kernblanskis · 9 months

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Jimbo's sexual orientation confirmed on the south park website. Jimbo is gay. (Something that was speculated for a long time. And that has finally been confirmed by the official south park website) So yes…. Jimbo and Ned are in a relationship! But unlike Garriso and Rick. Or Al and Mr Slave, Jimbo keeps his relationship a secret.

Now Stan and Shelly not only have a gay dog… but also a gay uncle. (Well… gay uncles If we count Ned as Jimbo's partner)

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studiojimbo · 1 year

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Studio Jimbo & Laura Huang Li opening party poster design by Studio Jimbo (2023).

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tinyhorror · 10 months

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#csp #clip studio paint #my art #digital artist #digital art #fanart #small artist #own art #artists on tumblr #jimbo #jimbo the clown #wip art #wop #work in progress #drag race #rupauls drag race #rpdr #rpdr all stars #team jimbo

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thetragicallynerdy · 11 months

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poly au - summertime

Jim tilted their head back on the wall of the kiddie pool, hat resting over their eyes, and dozed. It was a billion degrees out, and they had the day off work. Only Frenchie and Wee John were home, working in their studio, so Jim had dragged out the kiddy pool that Ed had bought for Beacon at the end of last summer, filled it with water, and flopped inside. Shirt off and tits out, with a beer in one hand and the other flopped over the lip of the kiddie pool. They’d nicked a pair of Stede’s swim trunks that had little rubber ducks on them. Each of the ducks wore a different silly hat. Jim didn’t know where he’d found them, but they’d threatened to steal them all last summer.

Peace. Quiet. Cool water and the sun beating down on their skin. The dream, truly.

The screen door opened and slid shut behind them. They were just sleepy enough to ignore it, in the same way they were ignoring bird calls and the sound of someone playing music a few houses away.

At least, they could ignore it until someone stepped into the fucking kiddie pool. Water sloshed, and a foot shoved at their side. Jim flailed awake, tearing the hat off their face to glare up at the offending intruder.

“Shove over,” Lucius said, looking down his nose at them. He was wearing a black speedo and a bright pink Hawaiian shirt, and massive sunglasses.

“Lucius! What the fuck!”

Lucius shoved them half-way across the tiny pool, then sat down beside them. His legs went over Jim’s hips, his back against the hard plastic sides. It bowed with his weight, just like it had bowed with Jim’s.

“Oh god that’s better,” he sighed, sinking into the water a little. Jim shoved at his legs but he just let his weight rest on them heavier, slinging both feet over the opposite edge. At this rate the pool was going to collapse. “It’s so fucking hot.”

“Yes, which was why I was cooling off! Alone!”

Lucius blew them a kiss and took a sip out of the massive fancy glass they hadn’t noticed. A tornado glass maybe? Jim could neve remember. “And now you’re cooling off with company.”

They tipped their head back against the wall and signed, resigned. At least the water was a little higher now. Not that it was much of an improvement. If they filled the tub too full, one of the walls would collapse. “You’re the worst.”

“Mmm, just wait until Ed and Stede get out here.”

As if on cue, the porch door slid open again. Jim craned their neck back and watched as Stede, Edward, and the Swede came out onto the deck. They wanted to grumble, but Edward was here, so they just scowled. Edward’s face brightened when he saw them, which, fuck, then they couldn’t even scowl. They just liked him too much to be mad.

“Jimbo!” he trotted over and crouched down to kiss their upside down mouth. His mouth tasted like cherry chapstick, and Jim curled a wet hand around the back of his neck and held him there for a moment longer. His eyes crinkled around the edges when he pulled away and smiled down at them, before sweeping a glance appreciatively over their torso. “Oh, nice, it’s a tits out kinda day is it?”

“It’s too hot for a shirt,” they grumbled.

Stede wandered up beside them. He frowned down at Jim. “I hope you’re wearing sunscreen. The UV Index is very high today.”

“Nope,” they popped the word, then took a swig of lukewarm beer. “I don’t need it.”

Edward reached out and flicked one of their nipples. Jim yelped, hand clamping over their tit, twisting to try and get away. Lucius yelped too, jostling with their movement, bright blue liquid from his tornado glass spilling over his arm.

“Your nips are gonna burn,” Edward laughed. “And then you’ll be pissed next time you wear a binder.”

Jim gave him the finger. “I was doing fine keeping them under water until someone came and took up half the damn pool!”

“Not my fault you have poor planning skills,” Lucius pouted. “And you made me spill.”

They gave him the finger, too. “Get out of my pool!”

His smile was distinctly bitchy. “Make me.”

Before Jim could attempt to pick him up and toss him over the side, Stede tutted. “Alright, alright, that’s enough. Jim can share.”

“This isn’t kindergarten,” they muttered.

Stede ignored them. “And Jim, if you put sunscreen on, I’ll bring you out a popsicle. Or a freezie.”

That made them pause. “… do we have any of the mango ones left?”

“I think we’re all out,” Stede admitted. “But I saw fudge ones in there yesterday.”

“It’s a good deal,” Edward whispered. There was laughter in his eyes. “You should take it. Since you’re not in kindergarten and whatnot.”

“I hate you,” they told him. They drained the last of their lukewarm beer and held the can up to Stede. “Deal. I’m not getting out of the pool, though. Mind taking this in for me?”

He took the can, handing back a bottle of spray on sunscreen. Ugh. “Of course. For your chest, at least.”

Another foot nudged their leg. Jim looked away from Stede to see Edward step into the kiddie pool, a grin on his face. His outfit registered for the first time. No shirt. Black swim trunks with little pink flamingos all over them. Sunglasses. His beach outfit.

“No. There’s no fucking room –“

Edward plopped into the pool, somehow managing to make space between Jim and Lucius’ legs. One foot shoved into their ribs, the other leg laying on top of Lucius’, pinning it against Jim’s hips. Water sloshed, Jim squawked, and Lucius shrieked a little as more of his slushy blue drink spilled.

“There’s so much room!” Edward crowed, wiggling to get comfortable. He grinned and splashed water at Jim. “Good thing I bought the big kiddie pool, eh?”

“This pool is not big enough for three people,” Lucius grumbled.

Jim made a noise of protest. “It’s not even big enough for two! It was perfect for one!”

“You love it.” Edward slouched against the distressingly low plastic side of the pool and nudged Jim’s ribs with his toes. “Now slather up those nips, punk!”

They gave him the finger, but still started spraying sunscreen onto their chest and shoulders.

“Swede, please don’t tell me you’re going to try and join too,” Lucius called.

“I’m tanning!” came the muffled reply. “I will come into the pool later!”

“Maybe we need a second pool,” Edward mused. He tapped Jim’s calf under the water. “Face too, or Stede will make you when he gets out here.”

They paused from putting the cap back on the sunscreen. “He wouldn’t.”

“He would!” Stede called, from somewhere behind them. The screen door slid shut. “Especially since he's being very kind and not commenting on the fact that you're wearing his swim trunks! UV radiation is a serious problem. And you know Oluwande would make you put it on your face if he were here!”

“I don’t burn!” Jim protested. They still sprayed sunscreen on their hand and started smearing over their cheeks. “Like, ever!”

Stede waited until they were done before trading them a fudgsicle for the bottle of sunscreen. He pressed a kiss to their hair, then went around the pool to kiss Edward proper. “Yes, well, you can still get skin cancer. So best be careful!”

The fudgesicle was sweet, and cold, and kind of made up for the smell of sunscreen and the way it clung to their skin. Stede dragged a chair off the deck and stuck his feet in the pool, and Edward started telling Jim and Lucius about his day. The pool was still crowded, and the water was getting too warm. But the press of bodies against them was nice, even if too hot. And the way their family laughed around them was even better.

Jim pressed their own feet against Edward’s hip and smiled when he tossed them a wink.

Yeah, they thought. This makes summer worth it.

AN: this is set in the poly house au, which is a modern au where everyone on the Revenge crew (+ Ed, Ivan, and Fang) live together and are one big happy poly family. Ed and Jim are together, as are Jim and Olu, and Stede and Ed, and many other pairings. Other ficlets in the series can be found on my ao3!

For @lovewithagirl and @nevershootamockingbird, thank u for the prompt!

#ofmd fanfic #jim jimenez #edward teach #stede bonnet #lucius spriggs #poly house au #tragicallynerdy writes #will this go up on ao3 someday? maybe who knows

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May we talk about how this year we crowned the four best winners of all time May we talk about how this year we have crowned the four best winners of all time.

Sasha Colby

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https://twitter.com/sashacolby

Jimbo

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https://twitter.com/jimbodragclown

Keiona

https://instagram.com/keiona____/

https://www.tiktok.com/@keiona____

https://twitter.com/Keiona__

Cristian Peralta

https://www.instagram.com/cristianperaltatranformista/

these queens have pCharisma to win the peoples hearts before the even got on. The Uniqueness to be themselves and never change who they are. The Nerve to never place below high and the Talent to Win 5 times.

#rupauls drag race #drag race #canadas drag race #all stars #drag race France #drag race mexico #team keiona #team sasha Colby #team Jimbo #Team Christian Peralta

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-Back on the Beat-

Part 4. 03

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“Your teeth are going to rot at this rate, p’Kim," Chay says, eyeing Kim’s drink critically as they sit down at a table in the back corner of the tea shop.

“I’ve got a good dental plan,” Kim says, taking a sip. “And it’s worth the risk.”

Chay perks up, leaning forward in his chair eagerly. “You like the classic flavour then?”

Kim hums, looking down at his drink and using the straw to mix the little pearls around the bottom of the cup. “The tapioca pearls are a little weird, but the flavour of the tea is nice.”

Chay beams at him.

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“I don’t really know what to do with myself. I still love music, but I’m not sure it’s something I want to pursue as a career after all. I wanted to be what your music was to me and help people and be there for them when they need it most... but I'm not sure being a musician is how I want to achieve that goal.”

Kim shifts uncomfortably in his seat at the piano, Chay’s guitar is abandoned to the side, long forgotten in the wake of their conversation. Kim doesn’t regret asking Chay about his gap year, but he wishes he didn’t feel so responsible for causing Chay to drop his university interview. Chay had just finished telling him about how Kim’s rejection was only one of several reasons he did so, but he still feels that responsibility like a sharp knife to his chest. He’s also unsure if Chay is just downplaying his involvement in light of their rekindled not-relationship.

“Do you think you will go back next year?” He asks hesitantly.

“Yeah,” Chay replies. “I want to, but I need to figure out everything else first. Music was a pipe dream to a future with hia that helped get us through some tough times, but it’s not a realistic future. Not for me anyway.”

Kim looks down at his hands.

“But.. I still want to keep making music, p’Kim. I like making music with you and coming here to jam regularly."

Kim looks up and makes eye contact with Chay's warm expression for a moment before looking away, unsure what to say. A light smile tugging at his lips and a warm feeling in his chest.

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November 21st, 8:08pm

Kim has been strumming around on his guitar for hours now, feeling uninspired but with an unquenchable urge to create. His cat, Jimbo, has been sleeping on the sofa, only waking breifly every now and then to groom.

He thinks of his brothers.

Khun and his melodrama that at times feels more like a front than genuine feeling. Khun’s been messaging him recently with requests to come visit and watch a new series that dropped. Apparently it’s a BL that he just “has to watch, Kim. It’s about the mafia! It looks very cool and romantic!”

He should make time for him next week.

He thinks of Kinn, his desperate need to please their pa clouding his view forward. Kinn would resent him for saying it, so he doesn’t, but sometimes he thinks Kinn stands as more of a pawn to their father than he even realises. His agency a part of a larger, more complicated plan. Porsche is also part of that plan, though Kim isn't sure the romance had been anticipated.

Kim does his best to keep Kinn safe from a distance, the details of Kinn’s month’s schedule in a short, neat stack on his desk across the room.

He thinks of Chay and their developing not-relationship. He doesn’t know what to think of some of their interactions lately, but Kim has been feeling that simmering hope boil within him with each message, each not-date, each little smile…

He looks down at his note book, chords written down messily. They sound nice, but they feel a little hollow and unexciting.

Kim has an idea.

He hesitates a little, but then hits record on his voice recorder app, plays his notebook chords, and sends them to Chay before he can psyche himself out of it.

He loves making and talking music with Chay, why should he limit sharing that to their studio sessions? Chay has a habit of saying just the right thing that sparks Kim’s creative flow, and sometimes just talking to Chay gets him out of his head.

Kim smiles down at his phone softly. God.

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November 22nd, 7:30pm

"Hey" Kim says into the his phone. He has it wedged between his cheek and his sholder while he uses both hands to chob vegetables.

"Hi!" Chay's chipper voice comes through the speaker, "what are you up to, p'Kim?"

He slides the chopped carrots into a small bowl, moving on to the red capsicum. "I'm cooking dinner. Pad Phak."

"P'Kim, you cook?" Chay sounds surprised which... okay fair. Kim is a child of wealth and living in the very building Kim grew up in, Chay has seen first hand how meal times tend to work.

"Mmm. I like it, it's fun."

"Oh my God" Chay breathes quietly into the mic. Kim isn't sure what to make of that. He thinks it's a good thing... Chay sounded almost awed. Does Chay like it that Kim can cook?

He suddenly feels a little proud of himself, and maybe slightly pompous. "I'll cook for you sometime," he says, "I make a really good pad kra pao."

"Yes!" Chay says excitedly, causing Kim to jump. He continues in a softer tone "I'd love that, p'Kim."

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