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“You’ll give it to me later, yeah?” Hyeongjun says, wry. He’s not fooling Seungmin, the blush dusting his cheeks so deep it might as well be permanent. “After the shoot?”
Really, it had been a confession. Seungmin pried it out of him, half of Hyeongjun’s face cast in his lamp’s harsh LED glow. Not exactly mood lighting. Hyeongjun’s room is softer, lived-in. Maybe if they had been in there, Hyeongjun’s words would’ve flowed more freely.
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Hongjoong’s hand slips under his jacket, Seonghwa watching the clerk’s eyes be drawn to the movement. Through one layer, Seonghwa blinks in time with Hongjoong’s fingertips, tracing something unknowable over his skin.
Seonghwa waits for Hongjoong to correct him. Waits for him to wave his hand, laugh, and say he’s my friend, we sing together, and for the clerk to get flustered over his mistake.
“My wife likes red wine,” He says, instead. “So, you can pick.”
“Naturalmente.” The clerk smiles at Seonghwa, and gives Hongjoong the room key.
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masked, i advance by tagmatches (upottery)
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling
19 May 2025
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Nathan pulls Axiom into his arms. The warmth of their skin buzzes, like it’ll spark with the electricity in the air. Axiom bends into his embrace, voice labored with panting.
“We did it,” He says, low, though there isn’t a crowd in the world that would block Nathan from hearing him.
He’s not brave. He tells himself that he is, all the time. A brave man would peel off Axiom’s mask.
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a thing that preyed by tagmatches (upottery) for bonniepawse
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling
27 Apr 2025
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The silence is not necessarily companionable, but it's not hostile. It’s restless, feeding off Bron’s fire, even the embers it’s stoking right now. Simmering heat, a promise. Seth sees the future.
Seth remembers what it was like when he was Bron’s age, but he never cut the shape that Bron does. Bron oozes intimidation like it’s his job.
He’s not shy, either, apparently, because across the locker room he’s stripping down right there, uncaring of who’s watching. Which is to say– Seth. Seth’s watching, closer than he should admit.
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no blood / no guts / no glory by tagmatches (upottery)
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling, Ring of Honor
20 Mar 2025
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There’s an abrasive grip on his shoulder, Punk’s pulling him up. Tyler wants to be impressive, wants to look composed, but Punk’s biting near his lip ring. He’s smiling.
“Okay, kid,” Punk says, and all of Tyler’s other senses go out the window, “Good one, Tyler.”
Tyler can only mutter t-thanks, as he’s escorted out of the ring. Some guys clap him on the back, and a few others look away.
The name Tyler's gotta stick. CM Punk’s said it, twice.
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however known by tagmatches (upottery) for bonniepawse
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling
14 Mar 2025
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“I'm the new guy.”
Michaels laughs, takes off his sunglasses quick enough that Paul can see him roll his eyes. He pulls out a stick of gum from his pocket and Paul watches his tongue peek out to receive it. He should blink, should look away, should-
“Right, got that part.” Michaels’ eyes are blue. “Lemme try this again,” He taps Paul on the top of his chest. “I'm Shawn. From ‘round here.” He gestures with his hand. “Your turn, man, c’mon.”
Paul looks down at the water jug again, just to have something else to take in that isn't Shawn's amused gaze. “Paul. Paul Levesque. I'm, uh, I'm from Connecticut.”
“No, no that ain't gonna work.” Shawn pops his gum, huffs out a laugh. “What the hell are you doin’ in West Texas?”
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made all my moments your own by tagmatches (upottery)
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling
01 Mar 2025
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Dean, for a moment, just a second, thinks it’s a ruse, because Seth’s looking back, blond streaks sticking to his face, and Dean dyed those strands, he–
Seth hands the chair to Randy. Dean closes his eyes.
⏮ ⏯ ⏭
A supercut. A lens. Time and time again, Seth and Dean.
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none so blind by upottery
Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga)
04 Jan 2025
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Suguru’s holding Tsumiki’s hand. He looks tired, has for years. But, in that second, his lips twitch at the corner. He curls his fingers around Tsumiki’s a little tighter. Satoru can feel every move he makes, his cursed energy ingrained in the Six Eyes like stars in a sea of atoms. Satoru watches the sparks in the molecules, knowing they bend to Suguru happily. He lets them, he’d carve out matter if he needed to, but it isn’t necessary.
The universe loves Suguru, as he does.
If he had stayed:
It would’ve gone like this. Days would pass in the summer heat, Suguru’s shirt open, stifling, humid. Satoru holding his breath.
In his dreams, they go back to Okinawa.
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your hand to write on by tagmatches (upottery)
Fandoms: World Wrestling Entertainment, Professional Wrestling
31 Dec 2024
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There's a vein, adrenaline, running through his body, through the chair in his grip. It's delight, rightness, fierce joy and affection so hot it makes him lightheaded.
The back and forth he and Jey make is music in the ring. What else could it be? Electric and amplified, the beat of the mat syncopated over the thump of his heart.
The day the writers told him that he’d align with Roman and the Usos, he hadn’t even realized what it meant. Sure, more relevancy, more matches, a weaving storyline, but–
Next to Jey, he’s someone new.
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His new message thread reads: my managers told me to text this number.
Innocuous, incriminating no one and nothing. He locks his phone and if he gets no answer, that’s fine by him, he’ll let it go, he did what Chan said and–
His phone vibrates.
The reply reads If you are in need of our services, please use the provided website to set up an appointment.
There’s a link below.
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The scent of Felix’s sheets, his sleep shirt, the safety of his embrace turns Chan pliant as Felix rests one hand in Chan’s curls, and the other around his bare waist.
Chan pushes a breath out, slow. It heats his face where it rests at the juncture of Felix’s neck. His fingers pulse, but he keeps them close, curls into himself. He wants to slip out between his own ribs, soak into the mattress. He must deranged the way he never wants to leave, wants to be under Felix until it hurts, until–
“Chris,” Felix scratches his scalp. “Need you.” His voice is a whisper. That’s what’s special about Felix, how deep he understands that, to Chan, it’s about the service. It wouldn’t help to ask about what’s wrong, because Chan answered that when he walked through the door.
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“Oh no, you don’t.” Minho tuts. “There’s no way you should be allowed to.” He gets between Chan and the equipment. “You clearly haven’t slept. You’ll drop it and crush your neck.”
Crush your neck. Minho exhales around the words. Crush your neck.
Chan blushes, bright red with how pale he is, the color leeching to the tips of his ears. He looks across his shoulder, down to where the mirrored wall meets the floor.
When he speaks, it's this cautious little whisper. "You'd probably like that." He says.
"Speak for yourself." Minho uses as much height as he has to speak above Chan, with his eyebrows raised.
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Minho does that. He used to, at least. Somehow he cut Seungmin to the bone, for years. When Seungmin was a trainee, he thought that Minho was just like that. The reality was much more complicated. Minho fashioned himself to whatever company he kept. Warm and tender with Felix. Competitive with Changbin. Telepathic with Jisung.
Who was he with Seungmin? Barely cruel. Teasing. Minho used to hold a magnifying glass to the things Seungmin hid so well.
Maybe that’s why Minho didn’t try to reach out after that morning. He’d figured out that Seungmin was a coward a long time ago.
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“Han-ah, I think you’re presenting.” Changbin says, and Jisung’s whole world shifts. “You certainly smell like it.”
“What– what's it like?” Horribly, Jisung almost doesn’t want to know, suddenly afraid of Changbin’s disapproval, his disgust.
“Sweat.” Changbin answers immediately. “A little like sink water, but I think that’s part of it.”
“Sink water?” Jisung asks, miserably.
Changbin laughs, seemingly unfazed by Jisung’s life-defining moment.
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Jisung gets a good look at Chan, then. He’s not the tallest man in the world, but he carries himself exactly like you would expect a man 8 inches his senior to. It’s fascinating to Jisung. Chan clearly works out, pecs and arms pulling against the fabric of his shirt. His face has a few wrinkles, frown lines, and two subtly perched crow’s feet, each at the outer corner of his eyes. But, he doesn’t look weary, and he doesn’t look old.
He just looks like… he’s been around the block a few times. That implies a lot more than just age and experience, but Jisung’s confident that Chan's experience extends to many areas. There’s no ring on his finger. It makes his tongue sit heavy in his mouth. He's overwhelmed with curiosity.
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Honestly, he doesn’t know what his plan was. Was he thinking that they’d watch this hentai together and then Changbin would be helpless in his desire to smear his load all over Jisung’s little mouth?
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twenty questions in different rooms by upottery for pinkhearteyes
Fandoms: Stray Kids (Band)
01 Jul 2022
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Jisung strides in like he owns the place, which he could reasonably say that he does. He saunters over to Changbin, who pushes the icee across the counter.
“That’ll be $3.75.” Changbin says.
Jisung bats his eyelashes, shrugs his shoulders. “I didn’t bring any money.”
“Shut up,” Changbin shakes his head, “I know you did. I gave you like forty bucks three days ago.”
“Daddy’s gotta eat.” He comically rubs his stomach, grinning like a little idiot.
“Shut up.” Changbin says again, though fondness is bleeding into it.
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Just to see, Changbin spares a few glances towards Chan while they’re dancing, and every single time he looks back Chan’s eyes are glued to Changbin’s lower half. Changbin would almost try to scold him for being distracted, if Minho didn’t get to it first.
“Ah, hyung!” Minho shouts over the track, “Where the hell are you looking? Do you think fans will want to watch you perform for the dirt? Because that’s the only thing you’re making eye contact with.”
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“Aren’t they heavy?” Jisung asks, genuinely curious, and Changbin reflexively goes to press his arms across his chest.
“Why on earth do you think they’re heavy?” Changbin replies, and his face is warm with self-conscious embarrassment.
“Well, hyung, you. You, uh,” Jisung stumbles through a response. “You hold them. When you jump.”
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Hyunjin meets Changbin’s gaze then, unrestrained wonder still coloring him. Awareness returns to Hyunjin as Changbin watches his eyes soften, fondness rounding out his face. Hyunjin smiles, somewhat secretly, as if it’s just for Changbin, as if that’s even a possibility.
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2018-2021
five times changbin blames himself for loving hyunjin, + one time he shares that blame.