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August 18, 2022
Spent the late morning reading Emma in the garden of my summer house; if it wasn't for the very high humidity, this would be the perfect weather – I love the diffused light that comes with an overcast sky, it paints everything in a lovely calm hue.
#bookblr#books#book aesthetic#currently reading#reading#reading aesthetic#cloudy sky#reading outside#reading outdoors#emma#jane austen#2022 genre bingo#genre: classics#teablr#english lit#english literature#current read#readblr#booklr#reading inspo#summer reading
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The Moustache by Emmanuel Carrère
I decided to read this book after I hearing about it online. It's not something I think I would have come across on my own. I then also realized that I could use this book for the contemporary prompt in the 2022 genre bingo, so this was my final read for that challenge!
The plot starts off with a very simple premise. Our protagonist decides to play a small prank on his wife by shaving off his moustache. He had them for ten years, and figures this will be a silly little prank. The problem is that after shaving them off, his wife, and the people around him claim he never had a moustache in the first place. And so starts this incredibly claustrphobic tale, in which our protagonist is left to wonder whether they are playing a prank on him, or whether he has gone insane. It was a hell of a ride. An absolutely unpredictable read to the very last page. It's such a short book but I have a feeling this story will be in my head for a very long time. If you want to read something that wil surprise you this is the book. I am left without many words, I honestly don't know how to describe this. The way this very innocent prank turns into a mental nightmare is incredibly well done, and you will end up spiriling with the main character. I feel like it could be a good book if you are in a reading slump because it's 150 pages, and it's so unpredictable it will keep you glued to the pages.
#2022 book#2022 genre bingo#contemporary prompt#book#books#bookblr#booklr#bookish#book rec#book review#book recommendation#emmanuel carrère#the moustache#short books#contemporary fiction#book cover#reading#studyblr#mine#the---hermit
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29.5.2022 | sunday
i realized i hadn't updated my progress with the 2022 genre bingo at all yet, so here's a list of all the books i have read for this challenge so far!! i'm very happy with how many books i've managed to read this year so far and from many different genres too! pictured is my favourite book i've read this year so far, and as always, you can read my thoughts on most of these books on my instagram: @dreamreadervee 🥰✨
fantasy: a darker shade of magic by v.e. schwab
contemporary: loveless by alice oseman
non-fiction: tove jansson: work and love by tuula karjalainen
urban fantasy: the raven king by maggie stiefvater
classics: the two towers by j.r.r. tolkien
lgbtq+: under the whispering door by tj klune
graphic novel: the sad ghost club by lize meddings
romance: red, white and royal blue by casey mcquiston
magical realism: lonely castle in the mirror by mizuki tsujimura
young adult: blue lily, lily blue by maggie stiefvater
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finishing up the month of april by crossing off a few more genre prompts! now all i have left to cover are mostly outside of my typical reading comfort zone, so we’ll see how that goes
❀ SCI-FI: An Absolutely Remarkable Thing by Hank Green (⭐️⭐️⭐️)
A bit more slow paced than I would have preferred, but as someone who doesn’t typically read sci-fi I did enjoy this! I definitely recommend listening to the audiobook given the writing style.
❀ NEW ADULT: Portrait of a Thief by Grace D. Li (⭐️⭐️⭐️)
As a childhood fan of the Heist Society books, which also featured a ragtag group of teens stealing “back” art, I overall had some fun reading this. That being said, there were a number of flaws that may make it difficult for other people to enjoy, i.e. overly repetitive language and mediocre characters.
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I finished! My last book was Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating/Adiba Jaigirdar, which filled out the romance square.
All books read in alphabetical order (rereads starred):
The A.I. Who Loved Me/Alyssa Cole (dystopia)
Act/Kayla Miller (graphic novel)
Big Little Lies/Liane Moriarty (thriller)
Chrissa/Mary Casanova (contemporary) *
The City We Became/N.K. Jemisin (urban fantasy)
The Darkness Outside Us/Eliot Schrefer (new adult)
Eliza and Her Monsters/Francesca Zappia (young adult)
A Girl Named Misty/Kelly Starling Lyons and Melissa Manmill (non-fiction)
Guards! Guards!/Terry Pratchett (satire) *
Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating/Adiba Jaigirdar (romance)
Rogue Protocol/Martha Wells (science fiction) *
She Who Became the Sun/Shelley Parker-Chan (magical realism)
A Study in Scarlet/Arthur Conan Doyle (classics) *
The Tadpole Prophecy/Avi Burton (short story)
The Tale of Desperaux/Kate DiCamillo (fantasy) *
We Are the Ants/Shaun David Hutchinson (lgbtq+) *
Three favorites:
We Are the Ants
Chrissa
The Tadpole Prophecy
(bonus, because 2/3rds were rereads: Hani and Ishu’s Guide to Fake Dating)
Three least favorites:
The Tale of Desperaux
The A.I. Who Loved Me
Guards! Guards!
Overall rating:
3.8 stars
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2022 genre bingo update
i haven't posted about my progress in a while and now i'm 3/4 of the way through the challenge oops. the prompts i've ticked off in this month and a half of intense reading are:
• romance: the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society — describing this as a romance novel is a bit reductive i know, but the romance is pretty relevant to the plot, so i think it counts. this was lent to me, but i loved it so much i'm considering buying my own copy for a future reread.
• sci-fi: on a sunbeam — another one i don't own but i wish i did tbh. i really liked the plot and the characters and the art is so beautiful (the color schemes!!!)
• dystopia: fahrenheit 451 — i've been meaning to read this since forever! and i'm happy that i finally did because it's a very good book.
• fantasy: a natural history of dragons — as i said in my april wrap-up, this book is amazing. the plot is great, the setting and characters even better. a scientific approach to dragons!! and four more books in the series? sign me up.
• non-fiction: 84, charing cross road — this is very much up the same alley as the guernsey literary and potato peel pie society, so it's really no surprise i loved this one as well.
• lgbtq+: this is how you lose the time war — another great one! i said this already but. the writing in this! i highlighted so much lol. (btw, this and on a sunbeam could both work for each other's prompt, there's no particular reason why i put them this way).
#2022 genre bingo#reading challenge#bulletnotestudies#books#bookblr#booklr#bookish#reading#book review#book recs#anurennero
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Update on my progress in the 2022 Genre Bingo hosted by @bulletnotestudies
Thriller: Are Snakes Necessary by Brian de Palma and Susan Lehman
Non-Fiction: On Writing by Stephen King, King of Misrule by Christopher Lee
Classics: The Histories by Herodotus and Tarzan of the Apes by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Short Story: Trigger Warning and Smoke and Mirrors by Neil Gaiman
Sci-Fi: The Venus Series by Edgar Rice Burroughs
Planning on trying to complete as much as I can by the end of the year
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2022 Genre Bingo - by @bulletnotestudies
Classics
‘Ariel’ - Sylvia Plath
3.75/5 stars
Ariel was an interesting dip into the mind of Sylvia Plath. Although I'm not usually up to reading poetry biographically, it was interesting to read it that way (which I partially did due to reading it for university). Without the biographical side of the reading, some of the poetry was depressingly relatable, although a lot of it was beautifully depressing without the relatable. A lot of the imagery was also particularly striking and beautiful, mainly when illustrating complex relationships with family and the role of motherhood.
On the other hand, a lot of the imagery is still shocking, most notably mentioning suicide and hospitals, which sometimes became graphic. Also, Plath uses racist and xenophobic slurs in some of her poems, which is both jarring and uncomfortable (and means you might want to strangle that English teacher that thinks that words on the page are an excuse to say it).
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man i love septicflesh
#getting seriously back into metal was not on my 2022 bingo card but 16 year old me would be stoked#(i never completely stopped listening but following 2 bands in a genre doesn't super count i don't think)#i just love heavy music#tara.txt
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Naked | j.jk
-> pairing. wolf shifter!jungkook x human!reader (f)
-> genre. slow burn, eventual romance, fluff, pining, f2l (friends-to-lovers), eventual smut, humor, angst, drama
-> w/c. 1729
-> rating. 13+
-> a/n. Thank you all so much for the love for this couple, y’all have motivated me a lot and I can’t put into words how much I appreciate it <33
-> warnings. suggestive; a lil’ ✨angsty✨
-> collection. mini-series
-> started. Jun. 30th, 2022 @ 18:25
-> fin. Mon., Jul. 30th, 2022 @ 23:27
-> edited. Thurs., Oct. 9th, 2023 @ 12:33
-> divider credit. @mmadeinheavenn
Finding out that your best friend turns into a glorified dog isn’t something you had on your bingo card this year.
You were staying over at Jungkook’s house to finish a History project worth 25% of your final grade, but you ended up falling asleep halfway through. (Oops!)
When you woke up, it wasn’t to the annoyingly smug expression of one incredibly chuffed Jeon Jungkook, but to the silky smooth fur and wet-nosed touch of a fully grown wolf.
You screamed like a shower victim in an 80s horror movie and fell off the bed with a painful thud, the wolf peeking over the edge of the bed with a strangely concerned yip. You screamed again and pushed yourself to your feet, booking it downstairs two at a time (a maneuver that would’ve cost you your life any other day) before slamming into Jisoo halfway through the living room. You held onto her arms with wide, frightened eyes.
You were on the verge of tears, panicking to Jisoo about how “there’s a fucking wolf in Jungkook’s bedroom and oh god I think it ate him oh my god,” when Jungkook barreled down the stairs while pulling a crinkled black tee over his stomach.
Jisoo glared at the maknae, looking pointedly at you (Lisa had taken hold of your shoulders and tried helping you through breathing exercises) and then back at him, her hands on her hips. “What happened?”
Jungkook looked between the two of you, a particularly pained look crossing his face at your glossy eyes and heaving shoulders. “I’m— I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” he mumbles.
“You couldn’t just fall asleep normally?” Jisoo snapped exasperatedly, ignoring your confused back-and-forth looks.
“He wouldn’t stop whining and making a fuss and I didn’t think she’d wake up so soon!” Jungkook yelled desperately, looking nearly as upset as you felt.
“Wait, wait, wait. You guys are—where’s the wolf?” you asked incredulously, wiping furiously at your eyes as you strode forward to stand next to Jisoo.
“He’s—he’s not out anymore… And he wouldn’t dream of hurting you,” Jungkook said, stepping toward you with his arms open. You took a panicked step back, confused and scared and so, so lost.
“Are you telling me… Are you a werewolf?”
“Shifter,” Yoongi corrected from where he was lounging on the couch (you hadn’t noticed him in your panic). “Why do you humans always assume we’re werewolves?”
“You shapeshift into a wolf. That makes you a werewolf,” you sassed, quickly backing away at his intense, annoyed glare.
Jisoo sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath before turning an accusatory glare on Jungkook. “Take your friend upstairs and explain to her what’s going on. I’ll talk to Namjoon.”
Jungkook nodded obediently, a solemn look on his face as he reached for your wrist so he could tug you upstairs, wincing back when you flinched away from his touch.
He clenched and unclenched his fingers before dropping his hand to his side, beckoning you to follow him. “C’mon. We should talk.”
You sit with Jungkook on his bed, waiting for him to look up from his lap so he can finally explain to you what the fuck is going on.
You bite the inside of your cheek, eyes drifting to his hands. He’s picking at his nails, refusing to meet your eyes. As confused and shocked as you are, you can’t let him get in his head. His crestfallen face does dirty-dirty things to your heart, banging it up for making him look so sad.
You take a deep breath and reach to hold his hands in yours. Jungkook meets your eyes, his lip wobbling at the soft, patient look in your eyes. You squeeze his hand encouragingly, smiling at the way his eyes light up hopefully at your acceptance.
He inhales shakily and closes his eyes. “Me and my family are shifters. We have full control over when we shift, and we share a close connection with our wolves. Our souls are connected to help with the transitions between wolf and human, a thoughtful gift from our ancestors.
“I moved to Seoul when I was fifteen to try and find my own pack, and I met Jiminie hyung on the train ride over from Busan. We met Yoongi hyung at the bus stop outside of the train station and he offered to help us find the hostel we booked. Somewhere along the journey he must’ve taken a liking to us, because we were moving into the pack house the next day.”
Jungkook laughed fondly at the recollection, the tenseness in his shoulders gone as he spoke to you normally. “We’ve been training ever since to get better at controlling when we shift. Among…other things.” He blushes.
“I didn’t mean to scare you today,” he whispers.
You bite the inside of your cheek. A shifter. That was his explanation for…everything. The affection, the borderline-obsession with your scent, why he’s staying with a bunch of strangers instead of his parents.
Surprisingly, believing him isn’t the hardest part about the new information. “You guys… aren’t dangerous?”
“No,” Jungkook denies firmly, his thumb running over the back of your hand.
“Is that why you’re so touchy? Because of the…wolfier part of you?”
Jungkook scrunches his nose at your choice of words, but smiles softly. “Yeah. Physical closeness is normal and integral to shifter relationships,” he explains. “We have this thing called scenting, which is basically a more…concentrated way of showing affection. It’s also a way to kind of…claim you, I guess. To show you’re part of the pack.”
“But isn’t scenting a thing only mated wolves do?” you ask, frowning at the implications that would have on your relationship.
Jungkook shakes his head. “No, scenting can be romantic or plutonic. It’s dependent on where you scent,” he explains. “Couples usually do what we call ‘marking’, but I’ve heard about people who mark platonically.”
“Marking…as in?” You shift curiously. Shifter culture and biology is going to be something you ask a lot about, you think.
Jungkook blushes, avoiding your eyes as he clears his throat. Finally, he says, “Biting.”
“Biti—Jungkook,” you say, “you bit me a few days ago—“
He must hear the accusation in your voice because he frantically shakes his head. “No, no, no! That was play, I swear. Marking is much more… intimate.” Jungkook’s ears turn pink at the suspicious look you give him.
There’s a long beat of silence where you just kind of…stare at each other.
Jungkook can’t read you. He can’t help the tremble in his voice and the wobbling of his lower lip, looking at your intertwined hands. “You think it’s scary and unnatural, don’t you?”
“Jungkook…”
He smiles sadly. “It’s okay, I get it. We don’t have to be friends any—“
“Yah,” you furrow your brows with a squeeze of his hands, making him look at you. “I still wanna be your friend, Koo. This actually… explains a lot. It’s just a lot to take in,” you confess.
He still looks unsure of himself. And because you can’t stand seeing him sad, you shift toward him and bring your arms around his torso in a hug. He sniffles, burying his nose into your shoulder as his hands drift to the center of your back, clutching the fabric between his fingers.
It’s peaceful in his arms. Quiet. The only sound in the room is that of your combined breathing. Maybe he can even hear your heartbeat? You bite the inside of your cheek, patting his back gently. You wonder how it all works? They must shift pretty quickly, considering Jungkook had been downstairs only a minute or two after you. And he was pulling a shirt on when he was coming down the stairs…
“I don’t mean to be insensitive,” you pull away to look at him properly, “but what happens to your clothes when you transform? Do you like… do you get” —you gesture around vaguely, whispering— “naked before it starts?”
Jungkook snorts, his eyes glossy and cheeks pink. But, hey! At least he’s smiling!
He grins boyishly and shakes his head. “Way to ruin the moment,” he teases. “But uh, yeah. Our clothes rip when we shift, so we try to undress beforehand.”
“You’ve seen each other naked?“ you ask incredulously, eyes wide. Jungkook blushes pink at your reaction, nodding while sheepishly scratching the back of his head. “Even… the girls?”
He whines, hiding his face in his hands. You gape at his pink ears, malfunctioning for a second. Jungkook’s seen boobs and ass. And probably more than that, too. You rub at your neck to distract yourself from the blush you feel crawling up your throat.
“It’s normal!” Jungkook defends himself, still blushing furiously as he waves his hands around wildly, pouting. “You’re making it weird…”
“I” —you gape at him— “what? You’re the one who’s seen your friends’ jun-mfh—“ you laugh into Jungkook’s hand as he smacks it over your mouth, yelling at you to shut up before they hear!
You laugh breathlessly and tell him that you’ll be quiet, reassuring him three, four, five times before he finally lets you go.
He sits back on his knees with his feet folded underneath him. “Let’s forget this conversation ever happened,” Jungkook says, shivering exaggeratedly to make his point.
You giggle and shake your head as your smile slips. You stare at him until he meets your eyes, and smile softly when he does. “Thank you for telling me.”
He nods, smiling down at his hands. The two of you stay like that for what feels like hours, basking in each others’ presence and getting familiar with this newly shared secret.
“Can I…” Jungkook nibbles his lip, hope shining behind his eyes. “Can I scent you?”
You snort, pushing his face away with a lighthearted smile. “Never in a million years, Jeon.”
“Bunny,” he whines childishly, righting himself into a sitting position after almost toppling off the edge of his bed before clasping his hands in front of him. “Please? I promise it’ll feel good!”
“Stop!”
“Yah, you’re the one making it sound weird!”
“Fine! I guess I’ll go tell your hyungs and noonas about how dirty their precious maknae i—“
“DON’T YOU DARE!”
#bts x you#bts x reader#jungkook x you#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook x you#jeon jungkook x reader#bts a/b/o#a/b/o fanfic#a/b/o fic#a/b/o au#werewolf bts#bts werewolf au#werewolf au#bts shifter au#shifter au#bts hybrid au#hybrid au#bts fluff#bts smut#jungkook fluff#jungkook smut#ao3#archive of our own#bts fic#bts fanfiction#fic: sharp teeth#werewolf jungkook#shifter jungkook#hybrid jungkook
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July 31, 2022
Crystalline water, warm sun, lovely temperature — the perfect conditions for... jellyfish. So, after a quick dive, I found all the time to read Emma with the small bay's lovely view.
#bookblr#books#book aesthetic#I guess? I feel like I need to tag that gif but I'm not sure how#distortion tw#flashing gif#not really but never too careful?#sea#read#reader#currently reading#reading#long reads#current read#emma#emma woodhouse#2022 genre bingo#genre: classics#beach reads#books and nature#english lit#english literature#reading inspo
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Day 2: Yeonjun + Edging
Pairing: Yeonjun x female reader
Genre: Smut
Word count: 493
Warnings: Public sex, handjob, dirty talk, quick mention of voyeurism, edging
Kinktober 2022 Masterlist
Yeonjun had been pissing you off all day, and frankly, you were sick of it. There were only so many times that you could politely laugh after he would flip your skirt up or snap your bra strap in front of your friends. Behind all the fake smiles, you'd been slowly plotting your revenge, ready to strike when the opportunity came to you. And that time was now.
Your little group had gotten tired of walking around the city searching for a bar, so you'd decided to just go back to Taehyun's place to watch a movie. Nobody questioned you sitting next to your boyfriend, nor his high pitched yelp when you dropped your hand into his lap just barely after the opening credits had rolled by.
"Y/N, we can't do this here," Yeonjun breathed, though you weren't fooled. You could tell by the way he was slowly filling out beneath your hand that he was excited. You smirked, giving his cock a quick squeeze that had him hissing. You two were on the couch furthest from the light, but your friends could probably still see what was going on if they glanced your way.
"This is what you get for messing with me earlier," you whisper into his ear, unbuttoning his jeans so that you could slide your hand into his underwear. You curl your hand around his dick, "You thought it was just so cute and charming to have me flash all of our friends earlier, didn't you?"
"Oh god," he groans, head tilting back slightly against the couch cushions. You rubbed your thumb over the head, digging into the slit that was leaking precum. "What do we do if one of them looks over here?"
You roll your eyes. "Like that really bothers you! I know you told Beomgyu to come back early the last time we were alone at your apartment." Yeonjun huffs a little, but his eyes flash with interest. Bingo. You shift slightly to get a better angle, your hand sliding lower to squeeze his balls. "We'll just have to give them a good show then, won't we?"
Yeonjun turns his head so his face is buried in your neck, whimpering into the skin there as you stroke him slowly. "Please," he whines. You melt a little at that, but you remember the embarrassment of him flipping your skirt earlier and you smirk to yourself. You're not letting him get off that easily.
"Think about what you did first," you tell him, lifting his face up for a kiss. You suck on his bottom lip until you feel him whimpering, then you squeeze his cock again, pulling your hand out of his underwear entirely.
"Wha-" he starts to complain, but you pat his thigh with a grin and stand up.
"Does anyone want popcorn?" you ask, unable to hide your giggle as Yeonjun scrambles to button his jeans up before anyone looks over at you two.
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I was so close to a full bingo.
1. Express Yourself by esperantoauthor
2. Lost Boy by myownpatronus my-own-patronus
3. Miles To Go by hundredindecisions thnxforknowingme
4. A “Safe” Choice by izwordsoup special-bc-ur-part-of-it
5. Wild Child by dreamcatcher klainedreams34
6. TBA
7. Scenes from December by spaceorphan spaceorphan18
8. My Heart, It Pounds, Yeah You Got Me by nineofhearts nineofhearts4
9. Plucking Daisy Petals by hundredindecisions thnxforknowingme, although I am not sure if it counts, since it isn’t a Klaine fic but it is Klaine-adjacent? But uh, it is Blaine/Quinn, hence the whole “Genre/Trope I don’t normally read”. If it doesn’t count, that’s fine and y’all don’t have to add it to the collection.
Klaine Bingo 2023 - last day of bingo cards! Thank you for this Anon. ~Jen
1. Debut fic: Express Yourself by @esperantoauthor
When he was 4, he didn’t notice it. When he was 6, he hoped he could outgrow it. When he was 14 he thought he could ignore it. When he was 16, he tried hide it.
When Blaine is attacked for being different, he transfers to a new school where he meets a cadre of misfits called The New Directions, who seem very impressed with his singing and very curious about his past. Blaine just wanted to fit in but maybe he will find something better: his voice.
[A canon-divergent story in which Blaine transferred to McKinley rather than Dalton after being attacked at his old school.]
2. Page turner fic: Lost Boy by myownpatronus
On September 20, 1999, Pam and James Anderson's world was shattered when their youngest son, Blaine, was abducted from a local park. Twelve years later, after pain, healing, and tireless searching, the family is reunited in a most unexpected way. But the boy who comes home to them isn't the same one they lost so long ago. Each member of the Anderson family has to learn to change and grow together as a lost boy is found once more.
3.Fanfic that made you reach for a box of tissues: Miles To Go by hundredindecisions @thnxforknowingme
In the wake of Finn’s death, Kurt struggles to keep up with schoolwork at NYADA or engage with his life in general. He finally finds purpose again when he decides to spend the summer venturing west, to scatter Finn’s ashes in the Pacific Ocean. The road trip is long and lonely and challenging, but Kurt’s luck starts to turn around when he meets a handsome man named Blaine, who’s heading to California for his own reasons. After crossing paths in Colorado, they decide to travel together. As they get closer to the west coast they start to let down their walls, learning more about each other and revealing what they’re really seeking on this trip.
4. Fanfic where on has an unusual occupation: A “Safe” Choice by izwordsoup @special-bc-ur-part-of-it
This one is already in our list under this category!!
5. Fanfic - wild card/your choice: Wild Child by dreamcatcher @klainedreams34
Tired of his son rebelling against him, Burt Hummel sends Kurt off to boarding school in England, hoping it will straighten him out. There, Kurt makes friends, gets involved in shenanigans, and just maybe finds the boy of his dreams! Heavily based on the movie of the same name!
6. Summer story: TBA
7. Written for a challenge: Scenes from December by @spaceorphan18
An exploration of Kurt's life throughout various Decembers. The story of family and how the definition of family changes over time.
Written for Klaine Advent 2022.
8. Fic that made you laugh out loud: My Heart, It Pounds, Yeah You Got Me by @nineofhearts4
This one is already in our list under this category!!
9. Genre/trope you wouldn't normally read: Plucking Daisy Petals by hundredindecisions @thnxforknowingme
Blaine Anderson and Quinn Fabray meet during their first year at Yale, and quickly bond over shared experiences. They become best friends, then roommates, and eventually start dating. Blaine cares for Quinn so much, and everyone else thinks they belong together - so it has to be right, doesn't it?
Inspired by Ljubim te by maanorchidee.
This fic is entirely thanks to maanorchidee and her fic Ljubim te, in which Blaine and Quinn are dating before Blaine meets Kurt while in Slovenia. I was super fascinated by the idea of Blaine and Quinn falling into a romantic relationship during college, because they're both so desperate for affection and sort of don't know any better. So Yuè very kindly gave me permission to write a quasi-prequel (and also gave me the idea for the title!).
That being said - I created this independently, so it may not entirely line up with the canon of Ljubim te. It's meant to compliment Yuè's story, but her fictional universe is her own, so there may be inconsistencies.
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I forgot about posting this bingo from February, so March, April, May:
March
Satire: Guards! Guards!/Terry Pratchett
Dystopia: The A.I. Who Loved Me/Alyssa Cole
April
I didn’t read anything in April that fit the bingo
May
New Adult: The Darkness Outside Us/Eliot Schrefer
Thriller: Big Little Lies/Liane Moriarty
Lgbtq+: We Are the Ants: Sean David Hutchinson
Graphic novel: Act/Kayla Miller
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Butterflies in Your Eyes
one-shot pairing: min yoongi x reader
genre: soulmate au, smut, angst, some fluff
summary: in a desperate effort to escape marriage arranged by your parents, you have fled your home to ensure that you never meet your soulmate. but can you escape fate?
word count: 5.1k
rating: 18+
warnings: cursing, hints at near-violence, alcohol, smoking, explicit sexual content
a/n: just cute content. going a little wild over yoongi these days, and cannot imagine anyone fitting the soulmate trope better than him. thank you for reading! :)) do let me know your feedback!
written for the bingo square "Butterflies" in the bingo card from @bangtanwritingbingo under the event BTS Bingo 2022!
The mattress had been scratching at your bare back all night. After sleeping in the same bed for six days now, why was the mattress suddenly acting up? Maybe, it was a sign from the gods. That you needed to move on. Suddenly, you shot up from your bed. A million thoughts filled your head, and you felt like you couldn’t navigate through your own brain. Nothing was clear, everything felt like it was choking you. Was dad on the verge of finding where you had been hiding? Were they already waiting for you downstairs? Had they sent the police or a detective after you? What was happening at home? Had a bounty been announced on your head?
Everything felt wrong this morning. Starting from the intense pain in your forehead, a headache that seemed to persist through days and days, to these unending thoughts filling your brain, to the threat of your money running out. All the worries of the world had suddenly clamped down upon you, and nothing you did could ease your mind now.
You slowly got off your bed, looking at the clock on the wall. It was slow by more than an hour, so you estimated that it must be around noon. You had kept no phone nor any electronic device with you when you had run away. Nothing but a few pieces of clothing, and some food. Not even your credit card. But you had taken a wad of notes from your brother’s cupboard, and that had been enough for the last three weeks.
You knew that the money would eventually run out, but you hoped to stay undercover for the next week at least. A month after looking for you, your parents were bound to get tired of looking for you. Maybe they would never forgo their dreams of getting rich through you, and maybe never ever forgive you, but at least they wouldn’t actively look for you. You had kept aside some money to take a train across the country and a boat ride from there to one of the islands in the Pacific. Once there, you would be able to survive in isolation, and your parents would never bother looking for you beyond South Korea.
There. That was it. That was the entire plan.
Except, there was a tiny problem. In fact, two tiny problems. One was the constant itch on your back that seemed to irritate you even when you got off bed. And the second was the slowly disappearing money. Doomsday was here- you weren’t going to last even another week. You would have to travel somewhere as soon as possible and take up some kind of lowkey job. That would be the only way to still continue with your plan, but only in a delayed manner.
Fuck the itch on your back. Fuck the money. Fuck everything in the world. You could smell hot ramen from the other side of the door, and your stomach growled. No, hunger couldn’t be controlled anymore. You had to go down to the basement and beg them to make a bowl of ramen for you too. If possible, for free. You weren’t sure how that would work out, but at least you should take a shot.
Jez bore his eyes into you as you finished every tiny bit of your ramen, savouring the taste to the fullest. As soon as you put your bowl down, smiling softly, he barked, “Why do you want to leave?”
“Cause it’s not safe for me to stay here any longer.” You burped.
“This is bullshit. This is paranoia.”
“No, Jez. I’m barely 250 miles away from home. This is too close. They will find me.”
Jez rolled his eyes. His coloured tattoos were bright against the black shirt he wore. He had once trained to be an idol, but when he fell into an awful drug addiction barely two months before his debut, he could not recover.
“This is still paranoia. You’re living, I hate to say this but it’s true, in a tiny inn in a village so far away from Seoul. Your parents don’t have that many contacts, nor do the police have that much patience. You’re safe here.”
“Jez, I… don’t know, honestly. The money’s also running out. I need to cross the sea as soon as possible.”
“Oh.”
There was an awkward silence in that brief moment. You knew exactly what he was going to say, and the moment he opened his mouth to say something, you stopped him, “And No. I won’t take any money from you. No loans. Please. I will never be able to re-”
“Who ever talked about loans?”
You gaped, your words stuck in your mouth, staring at the ghost of a smile lingering around his lips. “Huh?”
“I was thinking of hiring you as the barmaid. We really need one. With the fishing season starting, the night crowds at the bar are rowdy. And you’re one with a snappy mouth to keep the old buggers in control.”
You gaped harder, your eyes wide. You couldn’t believe what he had just said. You had seen the crowds in the bar. There was no way you would be able to handle them. Belonging to an upper class family, you had never even interacted with such rowdy people. Not that they were ill-meaning, but you had never seen such behaviour before. It would be a nightmare for you to try and control those crowds.
“Listen, this is the perfect plan!” Jez was smirking, his eyes bore deep into your soul.
“No, Jez. This is not a plan. I’m not signing up for this.”
“Cool. Pay up, and leave.”
You stuttered, “W-what?”
“Pay up for the two weeks you stayed in the attic. I’ve treated you well, haven’t I? Then I deserve the payment.”
You almost choked on your saliva. Barely three minutes ago you had told him about your cash running out. And now he had the audacity to ask you to pay up? Bloody men, one could never trust them. You had known Jez since you were five, until he left to train for his debut. Not blood related, but he had been more to you than any of your blood relations. And he chose this very moment to betray you and break his promises.
“You know I can’t.”
You stared back at him, trying to read his hazed eyes.
“And you know I won’t give up on what I deserve to get.”
“Well, I deserve that you keep your promise to me!” You nearly shouted, the waiter standing far away now turned to look at you. Gulping, you lowered your voice. “Jez, you had promised-”
“I had said that I’d keep you. Hiding you is in itself a big risk. You know very well that if the police turn up at my front door, my business is ruined, and I’ll be in jail.”
“Jez-”
“Stop trying to say you don’t have money. I’ve fed you and given you a room.”
“I’ve paid you for all meals!”
“Insignificant. When you ran away you stole money with you. Where did you spend it?”
“I couldn’t take much money!”
“Doesn’t fucking matter. Give me the due payment and get your ass out of my sight!”
“You bastard! Fucking loser! Liar!” You shouted back at him, trying to match his volume. “I trusted you with everything and now you say this to me. I can’t-” you had picked up the empty bowl and were about to drop it on his head. You were seeing red, as you always did when you were provoked into anger.
He quickly caught your arm, standing up, so that he was taller than you. “See.” His voice suddenly dropped.
You stared, too stunned by his sudden change in demeanour.
“You can handle the rowdy crowds.”
Shocked by his statement, you almost dropped the bowl, but he caught it, chuckling a little.
“You can handle anything with that fire, little one.” He smiled and patted your head. Then he walked past you and left, leaving you staring at your hands.
The events in the afternoon had still not sunk in for you. And yet you were, standing at the edge of the door leading to the bar and pub, wearing a neat fresh skirt and blouse. They were modest clothes, and Jez had constantly reassured you that the fishermen were nice old men who just wanted to look at a pretty young girl. They would not try to harass her. Still to avoid any possibility, you had chosen a loose skirt that did not show your curves at all, and a plain full-sleeved blouse with a neckline that revealed nothing except your defined collarbones. Your hair had been tied up in a ponytail, and some pink lipstick adorned your lips that were heart shaped and small in comparison to your face.
You still didn’t know what you were getting into. After the entire, quite dramatic, discussion with jez, you had gone up to your room and thought much about it. Finally you realised that this was the best way for you to earn at the moment. If you needed to escape quickly, you would need all the cash at your disposal to ensure your plans were executed fool-proof.
“Ready?” A face popped up next to you. It was Jez’s right-hand man, Kamal. He was not Korean, but a refugee from South Asia. His kind eyes were wrinkled up into a smile, and you nodded your head slowly but steadily. “Yes. Ready.”
The grand old clock in the inn struck eight, and the crowds rushed in through the doors in a loud cheer. You had no choice but to be ready.
The evening passed into night pretty quickly. The old men were surprisingly easy to manage. Since it was your first night, Kamal was always by your side, helping you with the drinks and tips. The crowd was mostly males above the age of forty, tiny flecks of white hair whispering through their mane, some were older and had wrinkled foreheads. There was a television screen with some game going on, which was the source of entertainment for most of the people. As the game came to an end, the men were drunk enough to produce their own entertainment by singing and dancing in their drunken haze. They never made you feel uncomfortable, in fact you were apparently a reason for them to make more merry. Jez’s sales went up, and the tips came in nicely. Kamal said you could keep them. When the bar closed at three am, your ankles were tired but you smiled. The glinting coins and the merry evening had done much to improve your mood and keep your mind away from the constant worry of being found out.
One night, two nights, three nights passed. You became more and more familiar with the customers, and started addressing them less formally. The drinks became smoother, your eyes shined naturally, your skirt became less loose and your blouse less stern.
Then came the fourth night.
All was going well. The crowds were filling in like usual, the small inn smelling of sweat, alcohol and fish. It was nearly eleven at night, the game was just at its climax ending, when a man walked in through the doors. He was dressed unimpressively, his white blazer hanging loosely over his broad shoulders and far thinner body, a mop of black hair falling on a very fair face, short but enigmatic enough for you to notice him. He didn’t walk up straight to the bar initially. He walked slowly, as if he was being drawn by something but he was taking his time to reach it so as to draw out the anticipation. The way he was dressed, he looked like someone in his early thirties who had come to visit this small town for some business purpose and would be leaving soon. Sad. It would probably be the first and last time you would see a young face in the crowd.
Once he had glazed his eyes over the crowd of old fishermen gaping and cheering at the television screen, he let his eyes wander to you. You had been looking at him all this while, and when he locked eyes with you, you were instantly embarrassed and blushing. You looked down for a second, busying yourself with some bottle of wine that was now empty, and then again when you looked up, you saw that he had walked up closer to the bar. With little effort, he sat on the bar stool, right in front of you. “One whiskey, on the rocks, please.” You looked straight back at him, managing a tiny smile. One which he did not return. His entire personality looked much more brooding up close. His bright skin and white formals did nothing to mellow the obsidian of his eyes which were deep and intense.
You poured out his drink, plopping in the ice from the bucket. He was busy looking at the game, just like the rest of the crowd, and you took this opportunity to look at his side profile. “Here you go.” “Thank you.” His voice was deep, raspy and soft. It made your flesh tingle.
You did not know his name, all you knew that he was not a slight bit drunk even after drinking three glasses of whiskey. When the game ended, a few older gentlemen came over to the bar. They were already drunk on their cheap brandy, and they struck up a conversation with this man. Simple small talk, like what was a young man like him doing in this small town, where did he work, what was he drinking, where had he come from, and so on. You had half expected him to continue his cold attitude with them, but surprisingly, he was all smiles and soft chatter with them. His voice was generally not loud, but had this edge to it that sounded like he could cut through you. Thankfully he was not looking at you at all, else he would have caught you staring at him multiple times. You almost dropped a glass of beer in the distraction. But at least the old fellows had someone to entertain them.
And entertained they were. Generally when midnight struck, many would head home. But when this man was telling stories of his adventures and travels, hardly anyone could leave their seats. Drinks were in unlimited supply, Jez was grinning from ear to ear. Giving the man a bro-handshake, the former asked him something in his ear, the chatter in the room too loud to allow you to hear him. Jez smiled and pointed in your direction… but it was also the path to the washroom. You sighed, and went back to your work.
You did not notice when he checked you out from head to toe on his way to the washroom, gently wondering what you had looked like before you had donned these country outfits.
It was three at night, more like three at dawn. Min Yoongi had stepped out of the inn to smoke a cigarette. The town had quite obviously fallen asleep, save the few lights shining in the inn. As he breathed a mixture of the smoke and the night air, moonlight shining down on him, he thought of the one reason he had come to the inn. He dropped his cigarette, stamping over the burning butt, and walked back inside to finish his unfinished task.
He saw you cleaning up the bar. It was probably time for you to wrap up for the day, as most of the crowd had disappeared, only a few drunkards lying here and there. Now, there was just you and him.
He walked up to the counter, looking you straight in the eye. Over the night, he had drunk enough but not too much so that he didn’t get tipsy. “Could I get a scotch and soda?” You looked up at him, mildly surprised. “Aren’t you done yet?” You laughed out a little, while pouring him out the drink.
“Pour one out for yourself, Y/N.”
You looked at him again, surprised. How did he know your name? As if he could read your mind, “I heard Jez calling you Y/N today.”
“But I don’t know your name.”
“Yoongi. Min Yoongi.”
“Hi, Yoongi.”
“Go on, the drink’s on me.”
“Umm, but-” You hesitated for a second, then poured out one for yourself too. You really needed it. You did get tipsy a little too fast, but that won’t be a problem. It was just one drink.
Drinking with Min Yoongi was all whispers and sarcasm. He had a dry sense of humour, and as you grew tipsier, you giggled more often, encouraging him to continue his stream of jokes. The two of you joked about the crowd at the bar, about Jez and his inn, his life, small remnants of your life, the weather, the government, even the latest K-drama that had been airing that week. Talking to Min Yoongi was easy, words fell smoothly off his pink lips like honey, and his voice was like music to your ears-
“Did you just kiss me, Y/N?”
You moved back, shocked at your own actions. The alcohol was finally allowing you to loosen up and do what you had wanted to do for the last five hours. You were never this bold, but something about Min Yoongi drew you in like nobody else. You’d probably never see him again. And the way he was looking at you, he would probably not mind.
Except, he did seem to mind. His face grew darker, his eyes hooded, his face flushed. “Y/N-ah.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to cause you trouble-”
He bent over the counter to kiss you back, shutting you off from what you were about to say.
“You’re making me too hard to resist, huh?”
Smirking, he kissed you again, which slowly deepened. You both bended towards each other, your waist hurting, but his hands on your jaws, cupping you in his large warm palms, made it all easy to forget. “Yoongi” you breathed, “We can go up.”
He drew back, slowly taking in your flushed face and swollen lips. Clearly no one had kissed you like this before. He smiled, his confidence and excitement slowly rising. “If you’re sure.”
Of course you were sure. You had never been surer in your life that when you sat down on Min Yoongi’s lap on your single bed. His blazer was off, and your blouse had been fully unbuttoned. He was sucking and biting hickeys into your cleavage, letting you unclip your bra, and let it fall off your breasts as you bared your chest to his hungry gaze.
It was a sight that made him wild, and Yoongi repeatedly thanked his stars. Keeping your hands on your hips, he let you grind into his crotch slowly, as he felt himself growing harder. Your boobs hit his face as you struggled to keep up a good pace, and he smiled into them while making kitten licks all over your areola. Every time he ended a lick with a tiny nip, your body shivered, and it drove him mad.
“Yoongi, I’ve not done this before.”
Great, you had chosen to confess this right when he had started thinking of how he could fit his cock between your breasts. Yet you continued to grind into him, your hips moving against his.
“Do you want me to show you?”
You gasped in his ear as he began biting near your neck, “Yes! Show me!”
You made breathy sounds as he laid you down on your bed, gently taking off your skirt and panties in the process, leaving you naked all at once. It felt a little weird, you felt a little shy, but it was oddly familiar. You had never felt more comfortable in your life. And as Yoongi drew little circles over your thighs rising slowly to the place where all your heat and pain had been gathering, he whispered sweet praises of how beautiful you were.
Those were probably due to the alcohol.
Min Yoongi had never seen someone looking so delicate and beautiful while his face was lying between their legs. You shivered and squirmed every time he used his tongue to lap up your slick and drive his tongue through your folds. He was determined to make you come using only his tongue, leaving his fingers enclasped in your hands, holding you down gently so that you did not squirm too much. Your moans and his breathless whispers were all the sounds in the room, and to be honest, this was better than any music he had heard.
And you did come over his tongue, directly spewing all of your sweet cum on his tongue as he sucked and lapped you clean like a kitten lapping milk. “Yoongi!” Your hands were in his hair, your chest rising and falling with each heavy breath you took. “Hmm, baby?”
“I need you to help me…”
He jerked up, staring at you. Were you asking him to stop? Had it been too much for you? Were you uncomfortable?
“Help you?”
“I need you to enter me, right now, Yoongi. This fucking pain is killing me!”
Sighing, he smiled, his gummy smile revealed. As you blushed harder at his smile, you looked down at him. His shirt and pants were still intact. You reached out to unbutton his shirt, while he took off his pants. In a second, he was left in his boxers, his erection quite evident. For someone who had never had sex before, the exhilaration from seeing him like was enough to make you come.
He slowly peeled off his boxers, gripping his dick in his hand. It was not too long, but thick and pink, and it looked just as desperate to satisfy your need as you wanted it. “Yoongi, please?”
“Yes, baby, since you asked so nicely-”
He didn’t even wait for two minutes. He thrust in directly and never looked back.
You were finally tired after two more orgasms and had passed out on Yoongi’s broad chest. But he wasn’t asleep. He was wide awake as he saw the first rays of the sun enter the room through the window panes. His mind was full of a variety of thoughts that he needed to sort out. But having you naked on his chest, your scent filling his nose, was not helping.
Yoongi had learnt only three days ago that you were his soulmate. He had been staying in this town for the last week due to a building his company was planning to build in the town, an effort to upgrade this busy but underdeveloped fishing town. The building would be the precursor to setting up an export centre there, and profits would roll in easily. He had seen you in the market on the very first day that he had arrived. You had been wearing a tank top, and your back was visible. And on it, was visible the inches of your slowly emerging tattoo.
The tattoo of a butterfly.
Min Yoongi knew it too well. It had appeared on his back too, at the exact same spot, precisely three years ago, when he had turned twenty years old.
And that was how, purely by accident, Min Yoongi had found his soulmate.
That was the reason why he had mustered up courage to enter the bar on a busy Friday night. Being the older and more mature partner in the relationship, he was bound to feel a stronger affection towards you. You had probably not even realised that you had developed your soulmate tattoo. But Yoongi had been waiting for you for way too long. He had to tell you.
Being soulmates, you could never reject him. Everyone wanted to settle down with their soulmates as soon as possible in order to lead an orderly life within society. He was sure that with his decent amount of wealth, and his fairly decent looks, you would not turn him down.
It had taken him all night to find an excuse to talk to you. And when he did, he fell for you harder and harder. Yoongi had only heard about soulmates who fell in love at first sight. Today he had experienced it as well.
The confession was on the tip of his tongue, when he asked you, “And what is a pretty girl like you doing in this tiny town?”
You had giggled and said, “I’m running away from my Appa. I can’t let him get me betrothed to my soulmate.”
And in that instant, all his plans had been ruined.
You would never accept him. The reason why you had run away from your home was because you were not ready to marry your soulmate yet. How could he, at this time, tell you that the reason why he had come to meet you was because you were his soulmate?
That’s when you had kissed him, and thankfully the night had diverted into something else. Something that he had momentarily enjoyed, but when he realised that you would probably never do this again with him, his heart broke into a million pieces.
You woke up to the sunlight pouring in through the windows, and Min Yoongi standing in front of one of the windows, his hands on his hips, lost in thought. Your head was dizzy but you smiled at him, remembering all the memories of last night.
“Yoongo-aah,” you called for him.
“You’re up!” He smiled at you, his face glowing.
He gently picked you up and kissed you, while you wrapped your legs around his waist. “Did you sleep well?”
“Yes!”
In the morning light, Yoongi’s features were more prominent. As he walked the two of you to the tiny washroom that you called your own, his back facing the mirror, you noticed a soulmate tattoo on his back, right below his left shoulder.
He was busy humming a tune, when you said, “You’ve already found your soulmate?”
Locking eyes with you, he said, “Not yet.”
“So you’re not cheating on them, are you?”
“No, Y/N.”
You stroked your fingers over his tattoo, gently marking its outline.
“Y/N…”
You could feel his breathing getting heavier. “Hmm?”
“Have you got your soulmate tattoo yet?”
“Me? Nah, I don’t think so. I mean, unless I got it in the last few days when I’ve been living here and haven’t paid any attention to myself, I don’t-”
Your voice trailed off. He had turned you around, to make your back face the mirror, and slowly you turned your face. What you saw made your jaw drop. It was the replica of the tattoo you had just seen on his back.
“Yoon…”
“Yes?”
You looked at him. “You knew? Is that why you’re here? Has Appa sent you here?” Your voice became shriller with every sentence, until you were out of his arms and on the floor.
“No, Y/N. If you’ve developed your tattoo here, how would your father know how it looked and find me?”
You stared at him, dumbfounded.
“Then… how?”
“I didn’t know until I saw you that day, in the market. You were wearing a tank top, the tattoo was quite visible.”
There was a dead silence. You could feel that the air was getting more difficult to breathe.
“Y/N, please calm down. I don’t want you to get worried-”
“Get worried? Do you know what this means?”
“No, I don’t. But if this is about your father, then you should not think about him. Please think about yourself first.”
“Min Yoongi, are you rich?” The question took him off-guard.
“Yes, well, you could say so.”
“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath.
“That’s a problem?” He looked at you wide-eyed.
“No. I mean, yes. So…” you bit your lip, the hesitation to trust him clear in your eyes.
“Go on.”
“When I was young, an astrologer told my father that I had a very rich soulmate. Since then he’s taken loans and wasted his money in the hope and dreams of a rich child-in-law.”
“And you have a problem?”
“I don’t have a problem with a rich soulmate, of course. It’s just that… this year I turned twenty. Since then, my parents have tried every hack to make me meet my soulmate. Random blind dates and what not. That’s why I ran away. I don’t want to be married so early just for them to suck off the wealth of my soulmate.” You had a frown on your face, that looked so adorable that Yoongi had no option but to smile.
“There’s a very simple solution, Y/N.”
“There is?” you looked up at him, hopefully.
“We don’t get married now. We can wait for as long as you want to stay away from your parents. When you’re ready to marry, we’ll marry. I will wait.”
“But why did I find you so early!”
“That is beyond our control. It’s written in our fate- when we will find our soulmate. I met you at twenty four, you met me weeks after your soulmate tattoo was born.”
“Yoongi…” You hugged him at the waist, basking in his warmth.
“I really like you, Y/N. And, haha, I am twenty four and I’ve been looking for my soulmate for a long time. Now that I have found you, I really don’t want to let you go. So please don’t abandon me…”
You looked up at him, your eyes watering. In such a short span of time, you felt like you could trust him implicitly. You had fallen for him, hard. For his rough looks, and porcelain skin. For his honey tone and raspy voice. For his smartness and wit. For the comfort he was providing you right now, and for his understandingness.
Thank God your soulmate was someone like Min Yoongi.
“I will never abandon you, darling.” You stepped on your toes and kissed his forehead, before hugging him tightly again. You were never fucking letting him go.
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hi!! what are your wishes for gmmtv part 2??? :)
hi anon! funny you ask this bc i started filling my bingo card as soon as i saw the news that part two will (possibly) happen two tuesdays from now. this got too long, so i put it under read more.
for starters, of course, firstkhaotung's new series. this is what i'm looking forward the most since they fooled us during part 1. i really need to see them getting on that stage to announce a series instead of school rangers. mafia or romcom or mafia romcom, i don't care. i know they can pull it off whatever they give them (though i hope they finally graduate, or at least don't make them high schoolers again. i'm sorry, i'm not on the the eclipse s2 bandwagon).
still in the fk area, i'm hoping they'll get solo acting projects, too. give them all the acting gigs. make first tay tawan's brother, let khaotung act with his beloved p'gun!
i'm hoping for more gls, foolishly. i saw on twitter, i think, that chaoplanoy (who wrote gap) rted the date that part 2 will happen soon and apparently gmm has the rights of one of her novels (us) since 2022? so maybe that's finally coming.
i really just wanna see more gmm girls getting the spotlight bc i don't think we appreciate them enough, but they are like good good! so fingers crossed that maybe, at least two more gls will come out this year (bc i'm gready).
also, i'm now a devote of the words of viewjune. their chemistry is amazing and their acting is also so good (i talked before about how view has blown me away with aylin), so genuinely, i hope we get another show with them as protagonists.
i really need force to portray a character like akk from enchante again, so maybe another forcebook romcom (i think they excel in that genre, it fits both force and book so well).
i'm hoping for another earthmix series, too, since mix is finishing school soon, but who knows really.
now, this isn't exactly a wish, but apparently mark finished filming the mock trailer of the series he's going to be the protagonist of, and many people think that's the beginning of the markohm era (?) so i hope that's true and he's not just teasing us. mark surprised me a lot in last twilight (the one person i didn't get angry at in that show), so i'll take everything they give us with him.
so long story short, anon (sorry about that), fk's series + solo acting projects for them both, more gls, forcebook romcom, more gls, viewjune mains in a series, more gls, earthmix, more gls.
thank you for asking, btw. it's the first time anyone has asked me anything of the sorts (you can see i got a little excited hence the length of this answer), so i was glad externalizing my wishes.
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