Purpleboocake

call me purple | she/her | 9teen | Purpleboocake on ao3 !

[purpleboocake]

spring heat | 500+

seokhan, lesbians, short, sweet, fluff, almost lovers, they are lovers

<3

our favorite girls seokmin and jeonghan together in the midst of spring heat.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/82302671

[purpleboocake]

a moment i can no longer ignore, i'm blue | 4.2k

booseok, fluff, university students booseok, slight emotional hurt/comfort, singing

<3

seokmin watches seungkwan start a warmup of his own, hands no longer cold to the touch and itching to play. he admires the way his black hair shines in the fluorescent lights, the way his brows crease and his nose scrunches mid-stretch. it’s not until he begins popping his knuckles that he looks at seokmin expectantly, waiting for his answer.

“oh- yeah, i’m ready. more than ready.”

seokmin belatedly replies, and seungkwan smiles.

“don’t worry, just relax and sing. you’ve worked so hard for this, your technique is second nature and healthy, your voice is warm, stable, and resonant,” seungkwan sits on his bench and flips the music pages back to the intro of the song, “tomorrow is only gonna prove what i know.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/80597916

[purpleboocake]

soft, slow, sweet, satisfying, sacred, savored | 3k

boozi, vampire jihoon, desperation, fluff, domestic, comfort

<3

“ji… jihoon.”

he looked at seungkwan with new, unobstructed eyes upon hearing him; his skin was off in color, his chest rose and fell with the slightest effort. it was such a small detail that jihoon wouldn’t’ve seen it mere moments ago.

that specific thought makes him a little queasy, always thrown off by how easy it is for him to get lost in his own needs—the descent into near madness much easier under a fast, painful onslaught, that of which he barely made it through. he’ll always harbor a sizeable amount of guilt about how the fervent thirst engulfs him; though it was only ever occasionally so strong so suddenly, that guilt echoed in his head as he watched seungkwan stifle a quiet groan, either too tired or simply unable to finish his unnecessary ask.

jihoon understood long before he attempted to speak, wordlessly shooting up and out of the bedroom and returning so fast that seungkwan didn’t get the chance to miss his polar weight beside him.

he took too much.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66908872

[purpleboocake]

always | 2.2k

seokhan, fluff, domestic, comfort, canon compliant, enlistment

<3

“he walks slowly and steadily, sniffling once more and patting his face dry with his sleeve, hearing him perk up at the sound just around the corner. he assumes it to be seungkwan, of course, and that thought makes seokmin’s smile return just as he leaves the shadow of the hall to meet the dim glow of the kitchen light, and to meet his disbelieving gaze.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64377055

[purpleboocake]

that night, something turned in my heart | 1.4k

seokhan, fluff, domestic, established relationship

<3

“at every instance the thought would invade jeonghan’s head, frantically whisper to him to just do it—but then his heart would protest. always rapidly and out of the blue, and so jeonghan never committed. with each sudden and strong hesitance, he’d blurt out an uncharacteristic ‘i love you’ instead; a placeholder of sorts, a true statement that somehow still didn’t match what he really wanted to say, or do. the recipient of such spontaneous affection would laugh shyly and respond wholeheartedly—a little thrown off but otherwise still kept in the dark, thankfully. there was just something wrong every single time, it had to be; jeonghan was never the type to be nervous when it came to things like this. he knew himself, knew how easy it was for him to say things to seokmin most people would stutter through, or wouldn’t even say at all. it was never difficult, never that uncomfortable rabbiting that pushed against his ribs and tangled the words in his throat. it was… merely natural.”

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54901822

[purpleboocake]

Dinner for two? | 2.7k

verkwan, fluff, valentine's day

<3

“Ah, I forgot to tell you someone else was coming to sit with me,” He looked out of the window again, looking as if he didn’t know what he was searching for before noting the presence of two glasses, “.. how did you know?”

Seungkwan gave a polite and quiet near chuckle for half of his answer, soft, trickling water being the background to the rest of it.

“Hm, lucky guess?” He replied almost teasingly, making a little eye contact with the man who grinned bashfully in response; he nodded and cleared his throat, starting to fix his suit jacket while Seungkwan finished up, taking the pitcher and gesturing to the menu.

Seungkwan smiled as he spoke, beginning to wrap up the short, slightly playful formalities. “Just raise your hand to call on me or any of our waiters when you’re ready to order.”

“Okay, thanks,” His eyes flitted down to register the nametag, “Seungkwan-ssi.”

Seungkwan hummed, “Of course, and what’s your name?”

“Oh- Vernon.”

He committed the name to memory.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53809903

[lifeline4gaza]

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This volunteer led, collaborative, evolving project builds on those efforts by verifying and amplifying survival appeals from trusted sources like gazafunds, radiowatermelon, palestineasdiqa, butterflyeffect, beesandwatermelons and helpfundgaza, while also confirming new appeals through consultation with Gaza-based individuals directly experiencing the crisis.

[purpleboocake]

goosebumps | 900+

verkwan, short, fluff, random

<3

where seungkwan sings at a goose, and vernon falls in love.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[purpleboocake]

blood of cherries, blood of humans | 16k

cheolboo, angst, gore, violence

<3

“Maybe now you can stop wasting your time on Seungkwan.”

Jeonghan’s singsong tone floats through Seungcheol’s ears; he could’ve been joking, could’ve also been hiding his honesty behind such a tone of voice. Regardless of what Jeonghan truthfully meant, Seungcheol becomes on edge, voice lowering enough to be just slightly noticeable.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[museaway]

I hope the fic you are working on right now finds a reader who will think about it constantly for years

[burntblueberrywaffles]

[I.D. an edited pyramid graph of maslow's hierarchy of needs where large text covering every section of basic, psychological and self-fulfillment needs read "people online telling me they like the thing i made". end I.D.] (imagine description by @lemondoddle )

[purpleboocake]

anon :D asked: OMG when do you think you’re gonna post it‼️

AHH ANON i don't want to say a specific date because everybody knows i probably won't post in time but with the way im writing now i think the middle of this month might be a good estimate !!! im on the third act if you can call it that askhdh [Smile or comment on the answer here](https://retrospring.net/@purplieecake/a/111003556993528425)

[woozification]

highly important culturally significant collection of snoozis

[purpleboocake]

SNOOZI (new word added to my personal dictionary)

[purpleboocake]

the sun sinks into the sea | Ongoing

boohao, royalty au, fluff, angst, domestic, slowburn, eventual violence

<3

“You’re doing very well, no need to be apprehensive.” Finishing off his now lukewarm wine, he sets it near the edge of the table.

The anxiety this servant must be feeling now is terrible to even think about; a ball is no place for a beginner in the staff, certainly not a ball decorated with pompous, holier than thou children of the crown.

He’s fidgeting, seemingly more aware of his surroundings as he studies the ballroom, gripping the platter in his hands. Minghao figures the best way to try to take his mind off of it is to engage in what could be considered normal small talk; as if they weren’t currently attending an esteemed gathering, and as if they were equals in the hierarchy. To start, calling him ‘the servant’ in his mind feels wholly demeaning.

“What is your name, if I may ask?” He startles somewhat, clearly not expecting more questions that aren’t drink adjacent.

“Boo Seungkwan, your highness.” He answers, bowing his head as he formally introduces himself.

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[purpleboocake]

at 7pm | 1.1k

seokhan, fluff, domestic, tiredness

<3

come meet me at seven and stay till forever — seokmin's sunsets are always a little brighter with jeonghan around.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[purpleboocake]

warmth | 3.4k

junboo, fluff, domestic, thunderstorms, restaurant owner jun

<3

jun decided to watch the weather brew outside while he waited, brain choosing to focus on the kind storm that got swept into his restaurant instead of the billowing clouds and heavy showers.

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[purpleboocake]

passion. | 1.6k

boogyu, fluff, tattoo artist x florist, first meetings

<3

a rustling noise silenced his would-be question, a man suddenly rising up from behind the large desk after the disturbance stopped. he was tall; black hair long and obstructing his face, he almost looked like someone seungkwan would be afraid of, if it weren’t for a smile that quickly disintegrated any notion of that idea.

“hi, yes- i’m sorry,” the man stuttered out, tucking his hair behind his ears and adjusting his simple black tee.

“i’m not open yet.” his voice seemed to utter every apology under the sun, a slight bow accompanying the tone. seungkwan laughed nervously, his grip on the vase now awkward with the apparent misunderstanding.

“oh, no, i know that,” he laughed again, holding his gift out before he began to explain its appearance. the black water was probably alarming from the man’s point of view.

“i live just across from you, i’m a florist and i wanted to bring you sort of a welcoming gift?”

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works