"gửi yêu thương, người có nghĩ về tôi không? vì tôi luôn nhớ người." oneshot, inspired by dear soulmate - laufey.

James x Seonghyeon #warning omegaverse Written in burmese

Está es una historia de la serie Merlina, se preguntarán que ship es pues es de Bruno x ajax. Veremos cómo Bruno se enamora perdidamente de Ajax aunque tenga que decirle a sus padres y a enid, ¿ pero el hará caso a su corazón o solo lo que dicen los demás?, pero lo más importante es si Ajax sienta lo mismo que Bruno o solamente odio hacia Bruno solo por estar con enid, en está historia lo sabremos.

(this is just mostly for jokes. No I don't think they're actually dating or smth. Please, I'm not that slow.)

Jude Bellingham and Erling Haaland haven't seen each other in ages, but now, they're on opposite teams, and opposite ends of the field. Only one team can go through to the Semi-Finals of the world cup. But... what happens when feelings get in the way of the game? Their training? Their careers? Bellingham and Haaland are about to play... The Game of Love.

a 17yro needing a babysitter? sounds stupid, but the his parents? it's the best idea ever. and maybe...just maybe keiju comes around, not to the babysitting idea but to the person.

thời niên thiếu ấy trong ta luôn có một hình bóng khiến ta chẳng thể nào quên...

Best ranking: 🥇= stalkers 🥈= marhoon And 67 for CORTIS Every late-night scroll through old fancams, every "accidental" lingering in the practice room hallway, every hidden playlist folder labeled with a single initial-J-he tells himself it's harmless. Just curiosity. Just admiration. Just the way his heart races when Kim Ju-hoon walks by without ever glancing his way... or so he thinks. Juhoon, meanwhile, has memorized the exact rhythm of Martin's footsteps echoing down the corridor. He knows which corner café Martin hits after long producing sessions, which oversized hoodie he throws on when he's doubting himself, which beats make him rap under his breath when he thinks no one's listening. The burner account he lurks from has a blank profile picture and zero posts-yet thousands of screenshots saved in a password-locked album on his phone. He tells himself he's just keeping an eye out. Observing. Protecting the leader. Nothing more. They orbit each other like twin black holes-silent, ravenous, unseen. Martin starts trailing Juhoon back to the dorm once a week, heart pounding under streetlights. Juhoon begins waiting in the shadowed corner of the parking garage just to catch Martin leaving the studio late. Neither knows the other is doing exactly the same thing. Until one rainy Seoul night the masks crack. A dropped phone clatters on wet pavement. A shared location ping neither should have access to. A whispered "I saw you" that sounds far too much like "I've always seen you." What starts as mutual obsession spirals into something darker, needier, dangerously intimate-late-night confrontations in empty practice rooms, possessive touches during late choreo runs, blurred lines between hunter and prey, love and madness. They're both stalkers. Both prey. And neither wants to stop. Because the most terrifying truth isn't that they're being watched... It's that they like it.

🦊 :"Anh James, sao cứ nhìn em rồi quay đi thế?" 🦅:"Không có! Chỉ là... ánh đèn sáng quá thôi." 🦊"Sáng à? Vậy để em che cho anh nhé." 🦅"Seonghyeon, đừng nói linh tinh nữa..." 🦊"Anh lại đỏ mặt rồi kìa." 🦅"Tôi không có!" 🦊"Có. Mà cũng dễ thương thật đấy."