#Scott Wind

[thedozen]

Scott Wind — My Love

Оригинальный текст:

Давайте сегодня ненадолго отправимся в далёкое прошлое. Если быть точными в конец 2008 года в город Канзас-Сити, что в штате Канзас. Двенадцатил��тний Скотт Винд не так давно осознал, что влюблён в свою подругу Сару Вейв. Новые чувства пугали и в то же время воодушевляли. Хотелось петь, танцевать, кричать всему миру о своей любви. Вот только скромный Скотти к этому не был готов, поэтому тихо проживал свои чувства.

Прошло несколько месяцев. Любовь Скотта к Саре не исчезла, а, наоборот, стала сильнее. Чувства всё больше распирали мальчика, требуя вырваться наружу. Тогда, в середине марта 2009 года, он решил «высказаться» бумаге — написал свою первую песню, вкладывая в каждую строчку нежность и восхищение подругой. Этим Скотти решил поделиться лишь с родителями. Марина и Томас Винды с энтузиазмом помогли своему сыну сочинить музыку к милому тексту. Так родилась песня My Love в жанре инди-поп. Однако о ней ещё никто не знали и, возможно, не узнали бы, если бы не один случай.

В школе, где училась нами хорошо знакомая парочка Вейв-Винд, устраивали конкурс талантов. Скотт очень хотел поучаствовать со своей первой песней, но жутко стеснялся. Лишь находясь в одиночестве в классе музыки, мальчик позволял себе петь и играть личное произведение. Однажды одноклассники Скотти услышали очередную репетицию скромного знакомого и засняли на камеру, а позже представили на конкурсе. Винд был смущён, но не обиделся. К тому же этот момент подарил Скотту решимость признаться Саре в любви, исполнив для неё своё первое музыкальное произведение.

И конкурс, и признание произошли 28 марта, ровно 16 лет назад. Именно поэтому мы сегодня делимся с вами милой композицией о любви, зародившейся из дружбы. Давайте же вместе отпразднуем день рождения My Love и начало романтических отношений пары Вейв-Винд!

[Verse 1] Your blue eyes are like the ocean They beckon me How to cope with this emotion? Will you help me? Aren't we friends? We're friends [Chorus] We have been friends since childhood, But only now I understood, For me you are not just a friend, You are my love and my happy end My love My happy end [Verse 2] The most beautiful wave is your hair It delight me Can you feel my love floating in the air? Please tell me We're friends Aren't we friends? [Chorus] We have been friends since childhood, But only now I understood, For me you are not just a friend, You are my love and my happy end My love My happy end

Перевод:

[Куплет 1] Твои синие глаза как океан Они манят меня Как справиться с этой эмоцией? Ты мне поможешь? Разве мы не друзья? Мы ведь друзья [Припев] Мы были друзьями с детства Но только сейчас я понял Для меня ты не просто подруга Ты — моя любовь и мой счастливый конец Моя любовь Мой счастливый конец [Куплет 2] Самая красивая волна — твои волосы Они восторгают меня Чувствуешь ли ты мою любовь, витающую в воздухе? Пожалуйста, скажи мне Мы ведь друзья Разве мы не друзья? [Припев] Мы были друзьями с детства Но только сейчас я понял Для меня ты не просто подруга Ты — моя любовь и мой счастливый конец Моя любовь Мой счастливый конец

P.S. В действительности текст был написан Ликой, а музыку сочинила и исполнила нейросеть.

[literaryvein-reblogs]

Writing Prompt: The Last Lines

Choose one of the last lines of these literary works, and either create a new story/poem or continue writing the story...

“He was soon borne away by the waves, and lost in darkness and distance.” —Mary Shelley, Frankenstein; or, The Modern Prometheus (1818)

“After all, tomorrow is another day.” —Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind (1936)

“She looked up and across the barn, and her lips came together and smiled mysteriously.” —John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath (1939)

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” —F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (1925)

“Are there any questions?” —Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid’s Tale (1985)

“Yes,” I said. “Isn’t it pretty to think so?” —Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises (1926)

“She called in her soul to come and see.” —Zora Neale Hurston, Their Eyes Were Watching God (1937)

“There was the hum of bees, and the musky odor of pinks filled the air.” —Kate Chopin, The Awakening (1899)

“It’s funny. Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.” —J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (1951)

“The eyes and faces all turned themselves towards me, and guiding myself by them, as by a magical thread, I stepped into the room.” —Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (1963)

If this writing prompt inspires you in any way, please tag me, or leave a link in the replies. I would love to read your work!

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[le-agent-egg]

this is what they said at the end of part 5 right

[pfpanimes]

⌕ wind breaker webtoon - shelly.

like or reblog if you save/use. 🤍

[eunicecarino26]

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World x Jojo's Bizzare Adventure: Vento Aero (Giorno Giovanna vs. Za Warudo)

Style is not that accurate but I tried

[koiiiji]

Could you do some windbreaker characters with a fem gyaru s/o? I would specifically like Vinny you can chose any other character if you want :)

author note : OMG!! I searched some photos in pinterest, like inspiration for gyaru, and wooow!! i will definitely take some details into my style bc its sooo beautiful… i genuinely thought (idk why honestly) that gyaru is more like pink barbie in 80-90s style but it looks so cool i can’t!! sorry for such long reply, and we r mutuals so i feel even more ashamed :(( i tried with more characters but give up and done just these two!! hope you will like it💋🎗️

warning : pure fluff, vinny being softie and shelly cutie as always

vinny - he definitely have 0 idea about all fashion trends, styles and different subcultures aside from street racing… so he genuinely don’t give a fuck about your style, he crushing into person, not a pieces of clothes you wear, but once your dialogue went in all different direction, you explain him what your style specifically is and what inspired you to join this subculture, he take note in his head that as soon as he will earn more money he will buy you as many new clothes and other items as you wish.

it was one of your first dates, you were sitting together in some random cafe that you found on the way from the second-hand store to which you dragged Vinny to find new elements for your outfits.

“so… was it really necessary to spend solid 2 hours in that shop to find just few pair of shorts, skirts and belts?…” he began hesitantly, doubting whether it was worth bringing up the subject. do girls get angry if you ask them why spend so much time in the shops? should he change the subject of conversation? or maybe you want to discuss this trip to the store? it seemed that now Vinny’s brains would just explode, before you he had not had to communicate so long and closely with girls. when you looked up at him, it seemed to him that his heart skipped a couple of beats - your eyes literally sparkled with joy and fun.

"of course it was!! if you want to find really unique things, then there is no place better than a second-hand store! of course, you need to try to find something really worthwhile, but when you find that very thing.." you clenched your fists and squeezed your eyes shut, smiling so sweetly and swaying back and forth with impatience

"...oh right, let's go at my place today!!! i'll show you why we spent so much time there, these shorts and skirts will just go perfectly..." Vinny continued to listen as you happily chirped about your ideas of what to wear new things with, and it seems you also mentioned new places where you wanted to take photos together with him, and much more. at that moment, Vinny didn’t cared about anything as much as your smile. you were so sincere with him, you smiled so brightly, just like a little star in his hands, and he suddenly remembered that pleasant, soft and warm sensation in his chest, just like in rare moments from childhood. your touch pulled him out of his own thoughts as you gently shook his hand, looking questioningly into his eyes.

"didn't you listen to what i was saying?" you squinted suspiciously. "wh... what?.. no, i heard everything.."

laughing in response, you pulled him towards the exit of the cafe, in direction to your house. at that moment, it seemed to Vinny that there were no problems around, and he was finally felt like ordinary schoolboy. yes, you were the one who helped him still stay sane. you were his own little star.

shelly - 100% fashion intusiast so she highlighted your style immediately, and liked it!! as i mentioned before, she definitely would post tiktoks/insta stories with you, admiring how cool and beautiful her girlfriend is.

“hey, let’s go shopping together after school? how about finding some new stuff?” shelly said excitedly, coming up from behind and hugging you. it was the last day before weekends starts, so after school you could relax and go shopping in search of new things, maybe you will be lucky enough today and you will find some cool archive things from 2000s.

"oh my god, look at this!!" Shelly squealed in delight as she ran up to you. in her hands was Vivienne Westwood's archive white handbag, with silver chains as handles and with a distinctive badge. it needed a little repair, but for the price that was offered for this handbag, it was worth it!!

"Shelly is so cute, how did you find it?!" you exclaimed joyfully, picking up the bag from her hands and examining it from all sides. today it was a really cool piece, and after picking up a pair of pumpons and key chains for a bag, you headed to Shelly's house, deciding to celebrate this purchase with a sleepover at her house, her grandfather wasn’t at home, and he anyway liked when you two hang out together.

"what do you think about ordering something to eat and putting on makeup together? we can shoot something in tiktok! oh! or let's film unpacking for this baby, what do you say?" you asked her excitedly, as you remembered that Shelly always wanted to try your makeup style and clothes you usually wear. and she was so pleased that you remembered such little things that she mentioned once quite a long time ago, and they were deposited in your head. hugging you tightly around the neck and whispering a quiet thank you, Shelly took you by the arm and headed for her home, excitedly offering you ideas for posing and which sound you should choose for your tiktoks.

[shintaru]

Hummingbird crew | dating head canons

Sabbath crew, light Calvary, league of street, Kazuma, windbreaker

m.list ♡ taglist

Jay Jo ~

♡ Would get a little jealous if someone else shows interest in you

♡ Would gift you wasabi flavored candies

♡ Restaurant dates

♡ Spends time alone or goes to you when he’s struggling emotionally

♡ At first he doesn’t show his feelings for you but after you’re together he allows you to see a New Romantic side to him

♡ Will work hard make you something cute for a gift

♡ Will cook for you

♡ Would let you try his wasabi flavored concoctions

♡ Would make sure you got home safe by calling you

♡ His mother doesn’t like him being with you but he doesn’t care

♡ You help him sneak back into his house sometimes when he’s not in good terms with his mother

♡ A little shy when it comes to pda or showing affection but if you’re alone or he is jealous he doesn’t care about showing affection

♡ Occasionally looks up fun things couples do together, so you both have something to do

Minu ~

♡ Emotional roller coaster

♡ If he doesn’t feel good enough for you or he’s struggling with his own problems you won’t hear from him for a while

♡ Would want as much alone time with you as possible

♡ Would be jealous of anyone you previously liked or someone who currently likes you

♡ Has some anger issues and you’d get caught up in the middle of those, but when it’s over he appreciates you staying with him and he feels sorry for not being better

♡ Will get you both matching promise rings

♡ Would spoil you 100%. If you’re thinking about it he’s already pressed order and it’s otw he doesn’t mind spending money on you.

♡ Makes no sense at all. One minute he wants to date the next he doesn’t then he wants to date again. Mostly because he doesn’t want to bring you down with his issues but it’s confusing.

♡ Would always make sure you’re safe even if he’s busy and can’t be by your side at all times.

♡ he’s not the best at communicating sometimes and it will leave you feeling like he doesn’t care about you but once he realizes this he makes it up to you.

♡ I feel like he’s into double dates so if Shelly & Jay wanted to join your date he’d be down.

♡ I’m sorry but he keeps embarrassing pictures of you in his phone. He thinks they’re cute and he shows them to everyone it will drive you crazy but it makes him happy.

♡ will tease you over small things on occasion. If you accidentally run into a door and he sees it you’re never living it down.

Dom Kang ~

♡ Spends time alone or goes to you when he’s struggling emotionally

♡ Would try his best not to fight if you’re against it but if you or his friends are in danger he will fight and try to keep it a secret from you

♡ He doesn’t like making you worry or cry

♡ Would probably make you laugh a lot with the random shit he does 🤣🤣

♡ Loves when you comfort him after he lost a race

♡ Will need help getting you a gift, probably asks Shelly and Mia for help

♡ Loves being able to comfort you when you’re feeling down

♡ Would walk you home but if he can’t he will have his dad’s men follow you to make sure you get home safely

♡ Probably would buy you matching Jordan’s

♡ Will let you walk Jordan with him

♡ Will do dumb shit that pisses you off ex: getting scammed

♡ Will disappear when he feels sad and insecure about his abilities making you worry about him

♡ he’s kind of like a puppy 🤣 would follow you around everywhere.

Junsu lee ~

♡ Buys you flowers and replaces them when they die

♡ Visits you at work if he’s allowed

♡ Acts like things are fine when they really aren’t

♡ Doesn’t like you worrying about him

♡ Likes that you care about him but he doesn’t want you involved in any dangerous things that the crew may get involved in

♡ Would know exactly what to get you. Probably a necklace, or bracelet.

♡Would carry you around sometimes

♡ makes as much time for you as he can

♡ begs you to attend his races he swears your presence brings him good luck

Shelly Scott ~

♡ Will support and be there for you during hard times

♡ Doesn’t want you around or talking to other girls/guys outside humming bird crew

♡ Will worry a lot about you

♡ she’s a great listener and gives good advice and moral support.

♡ gifts you things that relate to your interests

Yuna ~

♡ Will be there for you during hard times

♡ Will kill you for talking to or about other girls/guys

♡ she’s afraid of losing you so at times she may act as if she’s angry at you after you’ve done something reckless

♡ Gifts you lots of food. She’ll claim that she made too much but if you know her well enough you know she just doesn’t want to admit she made the food for you.

Mia ~

♡ Very supportive and understanding

♡ Will be there with you during hard times

♡ Like Jay will be jealous if she sees you with another girl/guy but she’d probably hide her feelings, until you mention her behavior changing then she’ll confront you about how she feels

♡ Likes giving you flowers

♡ You may have to take the initiative in the relationship

♡ Supports you no matter what you’re going though

I know some characters have more head canons than others but some of the characters I have a better understanding for than the rest so that’s why. I just didn’t want to exclude them out of the post.

dedicated to @dzvelinaskebiyars

I got stung by a wasp for the first time today… funny thing is @dzvelinaskebiyars just got done telling me to go back inside when it happened 😭😭 I didn’t listen and got stung🗿

[erisawrites]

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Context: Because a good girlfriend always takes care of her boyfriend Pairing: Yan!Shelly Scott x Jay Jo Genre: Psychological Horror Warning: Yandere Shelly Scott, slightly OOC Shelly Scott, implied domestic violence, mentions of abuse W.C: 2,848 words Note: Bro I'm so tired of Tumblr cause HOW IS ADDING CUSTOM FONT COLOURS THIS COMPLICATED?!?!?

“You don't think he's been kidnapped?”

Three pairs of squinted eyes narrowed upwards, squinting against the feeble winter sunlight as Dom stroked his chin.

“Don't joke around.”,Vinny growled, lips twisted into a scowl, be it due to a missing friend or missing hours of sleep, “A friend got jumped and the other got kidnapped? Do Sunny kids sit around waiting to be victimized?”

That wiped the jovial grin off his face. “Hey, Vinny….”,June intercepted, too attuned to the emotions of the hot-headed cyclist, “Too soon, man.”

“More like too late,”his palm slapped against the brick wall, nearly crumpling their freshly plastered poster.“If you guys dropped your egos for a minute and woken me, I would have put Scorpion in a wheelchair first.”

“Sorry for not being barbaric.”,Shelly drawled, smoothening Jay's photo with her hands, “You gotta be insanely paranoid to worry about getting jumped while competing in a, y'know, amateur competition.”

The remaining bundle of flyers were strangled in Vinny's unforgiving grip, “Off all the Sunny high freaks, you're the worst.”

Dom frowned, slightly irritated by his deflection. “Nah, c'mon Vin–”

“Like Gunn High crowned you as their model student, right?”,she retorted, strolling past the tense crowd as cold hands were shoved into her pockets, “That man's a eunuch, he wouldn't even look at a woman when held at gunpoint. Not that I'd allow him either.”

“I almost disagreed with Vinny.”Dom chimed in discreetly.

“Besides,”the blonde continued through furrowed brows, “Is it really a surprise he's running away? That man's put on a chokehold by his overbearing parents. He lives his whole life scripted onto a timetable. Jay literally flees for every minor inconvenience.”

“Not surprising how he's a prodigal cyclist, come to think of it.”Dom supported, rubbing his bandaid in deep thought. June groaned as his fingers pressed into his forehead, battling between his headache and the three other ones of his team. This is why he hated team conflicts, they always seem to find a way to derail it by nitpicking others' insecurities. Shelly's attention was thankfully diverted, content with the thinning stack of posters in her bundls. The group continued marching down the block, burying graffiti and vandalism beneath Jay's unsuspecting glare.

But someone still held doubts.

“Hey.”

The trio stopped, muffled footsteps silent as they swiveled around, their faces tinted in shades of red from the negative temperatures, little clouds escaping puffed lips as they spoke. “What?”

“You seem oddly optimistic.”

She already knew it was directed at her. Definitely not strange, right?

“I can check off all the boxes to be found as innocent,” she hardened her jaw, brows furrowed as the other two witnessed an unfinished conversation of sorts be resumed before them. Judging by two’s piercing glares, one could deduce it was laced with contempt, impatience and….suspicion? “But that's still not enough for you, is it?

June swallowed nervously, exhaling deeply in an attempt to calm himself. He never guessed his teammates of all people would be quick to point fingers at others, but it seems that was the case.

“That's not what I was saying.”,Vinny tilted his head, “When everyone's losing their mind, how come you're behaving so relaxed?”

Dom and June joined the redhead as they pinpointed the woman with a sympathetic, yet scrutinizing gaze. The woman grit her teeth. How impressionable.

Because men seemed to understand a woman's grief the best, right?

“Relaxed?”,she huffed, “So I should run around in circles while pulling at my hair?” 

It was her undisturbed nonchalance that unsettled June, making him question if the gradual shift in her personality was truly unintentional or specifically curated for a reason. True, different people process emergencies differently, but even he found it odd her fears moved on too quickly from Jay’s disappearance. Though even he couldn't hold it against Shelly, because well…for all her extrovertedness and daringness, Shelly was simply….unpredictable.

“Shelly.”,Vinny's figure enlarged, now standing two inches apart instead of two feet, “Minu got hit and Jay's missing. Yuna's insomniac and Mia skipping meals. None of us could focus on school, let alone cycling ‘cause we're worried sick if those two are okay and the Hospital's getting crowded with our classmates trying to visit Minu. I can't even cross a road without getting worried sick i’ll get hit ”

His face had grown uncharacteristically red the more he fumed, a strange mixture of emotions struggling to break free. It was then that June realized Vinny too was just as traumatized as Minu and Jay, for it was on the road just outside of his house, the very road that carried him to and from home, that he’ll have to face everyday and will be haunted by until perhaps the end of his days. “And your reaction to all of this? Nothing.”

Silence elapsed amongst the two, broken by the hustle and bustle of the busy street, the winter sun doing the bare minimum to warm its impatient residents. Yet, in their small crowd did the other two register a deadly drop in temperature, an abrupt microcosm of chills that froze their bones. It wasn't like Vinny's menacing grin, the precursor of bruises and hospitalizations, not of Dom’s former recklessness or June’s rare, but dormant power.

It was coming from Shelly, a raw, unfiltered type of vexation, a kind that rooted Dom and June to their spots, the kind that worried if something really was indeed wrong with their friend. If it was really, really…their friend.

Conflicts amongst friends were perhaps the toughest challenges for late teenagers, even more so when one goes missing, one gets hospitalized and the others starts fearing for their lives. Sportsmanship has taught them to resolve all petty matters to focus on the real issue at hand; to siphon their attention towards the end goal, the final checkered flag that’s the resolver of all conflicts and trifles.

And it was that sportsmanship that dropped the female cyclist's shoulders, sagging her figure as a desolate frown shrouded her face “I'm…I'm sorry guys,” the feeble softness to her voice was nothing new, though Dom found it to be exceptionally gentle, almost as if it were deliberate “,honestly…I'm just scared and worried, and…and I'd rather pretend everything is okay instead of facing it…”

This would usually be Dom's cue to crack one of his many jokes, but the weight of the atmosphere instead squeezed out reassurance “Been there in the same boat, Shelly. Don't be so harsh on yourself. You can…ugh…always talk to us!”

This prompted half-awkward nods from June, who looked equally flustered under the sudden tension in the air. Rarely did he ever have, or felt the need, to assume authority amongst this feisty bunch. Perhaps his older sibling instincts were being awakened, for in two steps he extinguished the simmering silence “Alright, cut it out! Shelly, Vinny, take it easy. Don't lose your cool this time.”

“I'm fine alright.” The redhead huffed, though by the dark circles underlying his mismatched eyes, June suspected his words were far from the truth. His hand clamped down the younger's shoulder before he could escape, with his neck twisting uncomfortably as he muttered “No one's picking a fight with you, Shelly! We were just concerned.”

Vinny still couldn't wrap his head around their preferential behavior towards her. He didn't care if it's a result of her being a woman. This was a side of chivalry he, well, actually his ire, found no justification for. Dom and June pitied the immature hothead for having no sympathy for the girl who was supposed to lose her lover that day. Inadvertently, their polite gestures rescued them from witnessing Shelly possibly undergoing a mental breakdown right now.

Thoughtful gestures that have also rescued them from their own mental breakdowns.

At last Vinny regained his senses, shoving freezing fingers into frayed pockets as he mumbled “Yeah….Well…My bad.” 

Shelly overlooked his earlier accusations with ease, too uncharacteristic of the woman who held onto grudges with a lethal grip. Perhaps tough times highlighted what mattered and what didn't, with the bond of friendship trumping over her emotions (Dom and June hoped).

“It's okay….” The cold seemed to be biting everyone's nerves, for they simultaneously shivered upon a strong gust of wind, nature's way of warning about impending chilly storms “Listen, I gotta go…it's getting late”

“You don't say!” Dom boasted, pretending it wasn't 9:54 in the morning, looking too happy to extricate Vinny before he blew up “Time sure does slow down winter!”

June wrapped the scarf tighter around his neck “Want us to walk you home?”

After recent events, this became a non-negotiable part of their daily lives. It was so unnecessary to even ask, knowing that if any of the girls rejected, they'd simply follow them home until they safely entered their doors (and locked themselves inside).

But if June's chivalry had to meet its match in stubbornness, it would be Shelly's exhaustive denial,“Like I would. Dad and grandpa would kill you three on sight!”

Dom frowned, face twisting in annoyance as he defended “Anything can happen, Shelly. Ju-”

“Take it easy, will Ya?” She rolled her eyes “I got three dudes tapped into my location 24/7, I feel suffocated enough on a daily basis. Owen's probably spying on me right now and I wouldn't be surprised.”

They instinctively looked over their shoulders, still struggling to distinguish the sarcasm from the facts in her speech.

Her heels spun before their heads could, already walking off with a slouch as fatigue weighed down her limbs “I'm tired and need a beauty nap before I get wrinkles.”

The three men blinked, with June and Dom reluctantly waving in silence as Vinny scurried off without a sign. It was an awkward closure to an awkward turn of events, with June hoping this wouldn't worsen their already strained friendships. 

Dom sprinted the instant he recalled his father's errands, and as the man stood alone by Jay's missing posters, he pondered deeply on their team's outlook. Minu, although possibly crippled, was thankfully alive. The loss of a cyclist wouldn't pose as too much of a setback with him and Dom, with the sprinter already gearing up to make up for Minu's manpower. Although Vinny's temperament was still flaky as always, his cycling skills only seem to enhance day by day, with Shelly beginning to open up to improvement too. 

Yet, all of it would be for naught if the prodigy himself disappeared. 

A dejected sigh escaped his lips. June believed his own intervention was never needed in this team as he rarely took initiative to do so. It felt more safe to play the peacemaker compared to a leader. Yet, as the oldest gazed back at Jay's dull poster, he realized it's time he stepped up and ensured his teammates were protected. Ensured that his teammates were safe.

Ensure that Jay is safe.

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And safe was he.

Rusted chains jingled as her bicycle collided against the gate, miles beyond the usual route leading to her apartment. Her blurry vision served as a warning sign to get a grip on herself, lest her anger lashes itself on her bicycle (again). At last, when she miraculously came across the right key, slipped it into the right lock, coincidentally twisted the right number of times, the ancient gate gave away with ease, shutting down just as quickly as it was opened.

Unlike the tranquil silence of her high rise apartment, every step she took was accompanied by the whir of generators, flickers of street lamps and the chirps of crickets. The space was a stark juxtaposition of her upscale residence, the current place tucked in a secluded corner in one of the most deserted slums of the city. 

She crossed the clearing in a few steps, the agitation speeding up her pace as she rounded the abandoned house, a decoy she never bothered with, before flipping open the two doors angled upwards from the barren soil. 

No flashlight was required as she trekked down the rusted ladder. Neither was some form of announcement, for she was sure the unoiled ladder’s whining served as the perfect greeting for her captive. 

Her pupils were blown wide open, not because of the minimal light just barely illuminating her surroundings, but because of the limp, bound body whose consciousness was just hanging by a thread. 

The soft padding of her converse shoes slowly came to a halt as his emaciated form came into view. Coupled with his matted hair, sickly pale skin and an array of bandages cuffed around his body, nobody would recognize that this feeble boy was the Humming Bird’s renowned and missing super rookie.

Nobody would recognize either that said super rookie, who had nearly lost his life at the hands of a rival team, was now forever safe from all dangers the world targeted him with.

“You’re still not going to eat?” she covered up angry fists by shoving them into her pockets, eyes frowning at the food in the corner of the room - upturned, scattered and spoilt.

An exasperated sigh escaped her lips, puffy from all the nervous biting. Gone were the days where her body felt at ease. Every day she woke up to a barrage of paranoias, always fretting over her boyfriend’s safety and well being. She innocently believed hiding him away would assuage her fears, yet it had a completely opposite effect. That thankless eunuch of her boyfriend only resisted and retorted no matter how many times she gagged and drugged him. He couldn’t see the value in her precautions.

Jay Jo gave no response since she walked in, either drunk from sedatives or feigning sleep in hopes of boring her to leaving. The last possibility almost offended her, as did he really underestimate her love this badly? Her doting treatment towards her beloved was an attestment to her love, but it was only because of his rejection and ungratefulness that she was forced to (temporarily) shift him to the basement, bound and gagged to an uncomfortable chair. The chafing from the coarse ropes around his wrists and ankles was a far cry of what his disobedience called for. If anything, he should be in awe of her mercy for still bothering to feed and clothe him!

She bit back her tongue, controlling the string of insults from escaping as she bent to sweep the floor, the sweater riding up her bottom to reveal plump thighs. Seduction was of no use on the boy. She wasn’t monstrous enough to force herself upon him, but it seemed just the mere vision of his girlfriend was enough to set off his panic alarms. This was another pain in the arse. Where she wanted to instill fondness, she instead shoved in fear. But oh well, anything that made him second guess his antics, she supposed.

If he was that resolved to fear her, surely he wouldn’t mind her playing into it, would he?

“You really are a problem child.” that seemed to awaken him, rather comically too, “It took me hours to make that. Owen had to restock granddad’s pantry twice because of me.” 

A disgruntled scoff twisted her lips as she narrowed her eyes. “And all for what?”

Jay’s limbs seemed to wake up slowly, breaking out into small, but noticeable trembles the further she closed the distance between them. He nearly jumped out of his seat as her sharp voice suggested, “You’re scared of me?”

It was a rhetorical question, clearly keeping him gagged to ensure no answers were given from him to anyone. Her plans would be all for naught if the super rookie’s scream resounded throughout the slums. 

“This is the part where I’d reassure you to not fear me.” Jay’s brows furrowed, blurry vision squinting to focus on his girlfriend’s sinister smile, “But it seems you want to fear me.”

There was no space, but he still flinched as she jutted her chin, the dying overhead lamp casting a daunting glow over her crazed grin. “And I just love it when you fear me.”

His once iron thighs, that once careened him through the streets with ease, now shivered violently as her fingers pushed his hemline farther up, revealing smooth unmarred skin.

The crack of a whip made him wince, glazing his eyes with tears. She could see the desperation on his face, the silent plea in his eyes.

But why had he never seen the unwavering love and devotion on her own?

“Stay still Jay, I’ll fix your attitude real quick.” the chair rattled as he aimlessly attempted to scoot backwards, body too weak and malnourished to even run away. She swatted her folded belt against the floor, its sharp crack bouncing against the walls as her eyes zeroed in on his thighs.

Everything in life has limits. Everything in life has its own breaking point.

She just had to keep reminding Jay of his own boundaries.

“I’m sorry,” the tears she never wished to see swam endlessly down his cheeks, “but this will hurt.”

[reesespeanutbutterfuck]

(im)perfectionist

vinny hong x jo!reader

jay jo's imperfectionist sister meets the flawful vinny hong.

part 1

part 2

pairing: vinny hong x jo!fem!reader

warnings: SFW, fem!reader, gifted!reader, cursing, mentions of blood & violence, mentions/flashbacks to vinny's shitty childhood. jo!reader (jay is reader's 1 year older brother, but they're in the same class), physical descriptions (resemblance to jay, jay's mother, heavily implied asian features) intelligent!reader, female rage, implications of academic pressure, middle child trauma, second person's pov (you, you're, your), ANGSTY, lowkey self-indulgent, SPOILERS everywhere, includes momma bear vinny but then reader is also kind of a momma bear, reader is NOT yumi, but yumi still exists here. lmk if i forgot anyth

note: i can't stop tossing and turning while reading s4 lol this is how i cope. vinny pls come back now im bawling my eyes rn

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None of the recontres you had with Vinny Hong in the entirety of your life was normal.

Just like the first time you encountered him, when you accidentally bumped into him in a vulnerable state while walking home under a light rain shower after a tiring day volunteering at the hospital your parents were working in. The light pouring rain hit your umbrella with soft thuds as you were finding your way through the alley you accidentally passed by after taking an alternative route, but getting a little lost in the process.

You shuddered when you heard a groan. You immediately looked around and kept your guard up in case it was a kidnapper. But no, it sounded like one of pain. Stopping your tracks and pulling over your feet, you looked around the alley. Your eyes expectantly scanned until your eyes found the source of the grumbling noise. There he was, slumped against the wall.

I knew it, you thought. It was a man. How cliché. His head was bowed down so he couldn't see you. Let me guess, a high school boy was mobbed and injured somewhere and now is left to die in a dark alley to be found lifeless once the sun rises?

You scoffed. If only you had all the time in the world to be a delinquent, that will most likely be where you're meant for. These high school boys are wasting their lives when they unknowingly have the time to choose to be a better person. You discreetly envied how these kinds of people can still choose how they'll live their lives, regardless of presence of sense for separating actions between good and bad.

And so you walked past the alley.

Your steps slowed down as the man groaned again, this time followed by a rustle. A slight pang of guilt forming in the pit of your stomach. Damn it, this wasn't–

You reluctantly looked back to where the man sat. You've always sworn your life you wouldn't meddle in anything that wasn't your business. But for some reason, the guilt of having the ability to help but refusing to, drowned your fixed principle.

Just as you were having an inner banter with yourself, your feet made the decision for you instead and took you to him. You pushed the button on your umbrella to automatically close it, pointing the sharp end to the stranger. You weren't even sure if he's still alive because he suddenly quieted down after that last groan. Only the light from the nearest post gave you an unclear sight of the man and the fluff of his fiery red hair.

One of his hands fell limp on the floor while the other was covering his wound. It seemed like he's been in the same spot for minutes yet the distinct bright colour of fresh blood told you the injury happened not very a while ago. You weren't sure of how to approach him properly, so you lightly kicked his leg once, but he didn't respond. So you kicked him for the second time, this time, harder. Finally, he responded by quietly groaning in pain once again.

“Who… the hell… are you…?” He weakly questioned as looked up to squint and take in your face, but your figure was against the light from the lamp post, so your silhouette was the only thing he's capable of registering. Even when in pain, his voice still sounded atrocious. Like he's someone used to speaking to people harshly. Luckily, you weren't intimidated for a single bit. It'll take a lot more than harsh tones to drive you away. You've been there.

You fumbled inside your tote bag to search for your phone, “Who are you to ask?” When you got ahold of your phone, you turned the flashlight on and you got a clearer view of the blood oozing out of this stranger's side, staining his hand in the process. It looked like a stab wound, judging from the volume of the blood oozing out from the wound.

“As expected.” You raised your hand to point the sharp end of your umbrella to him once again. “I will help you. But if you attempt to do anything funny, I'll stab you on your other side, too.”

Your first option as was to call immediate professional help. As you tried to dial the hospital hotline to call an ambulance, your phone kept indicating there was no service. The signal's jammed. You almost threw your phone to the nearest wall out of frustration as you hit the side of it with your palm. You side-eyed the man behind you.

Shit. Now what? This kind of stab wound is fatal, especially because he already lost plenty of blood beforehand. It wouldn't bleed that much if the penetration wasn't deep. It might have even hit a vital spot. Calling for help now will be difficult because of this deserted alley and the continuous pour of the rain didn't help either, plus, your phone has no service.

“I don't need… your help!” he glared at your silhouette and cursed himself as he shut his eyes tightly while attempting to sit upright, enduring the excruciating pain on his side.

“You're quite obnoxious for a dying man.” You looked around to search for more resources. This is a closed alley. If you leave him here for another minute to find help, he might completely lose his consciousness, he was already limp in the first place. You were left with no choice. Your hand hesitantly reached to fumble around your bag once again until you got an OS, gauze pads and sterilized medical stitching needles.

Your mother would be furious if ever she finds out you stitched a stranger's wounds. You can only imagine her yelling, "Patients are not your playthings and the Medical field is not your playground! Who are you to perform Medical procedures? You're not even a Doctor yet!" Yeah, for sure Dra. Jo wouldn't be so pleased to find out her daughter's attempt to fix someone up. You kneeled and looked at the stranger. You needed to gain his trust as professionally as possible.

“I won't ask your name since you're clearly hard to talk to. I'm [Y/N]. I'm no Guardian angel of yours. I do light voluntary work in hospitals and I have current trainings on how to attend to emergency patients. But I'm still a high school student so I'm not yet licensed. Anyway, going to a hospital will always be the safest option, but I have knowledge about stitching wounds, at least. I'm going to temporarily stitch you up so you don't lose more blood, then we'll get you to a hospital once I find phone service.”

You surveyed his overall state, he looked very pale, although it's easy to tell that he's naturally pale, by losing a lot of blood, he's getting even paler each passing second. You were running out of time.

“Do you consent to this?” You asked him calmly through your glasses.

He breathed out heavily. You knew he was wary and reluctant. Which is understandable. But if it's not you, who else will do it? You heaved a sympathetic sigh. As you unemotionally tell him about the circumstances of his skepticality, that you well acknowledge.

“Hey, you might have a family member waiting for you at home. They would be devastated to just hear from the news that you were found dispatched and lifeless out here in the morning.” you looked around, left and right. Right now, you're the best chance he has if he wants to live. “I won't force your consent out. I haven't touched you anywhere yet and I wouldn't if you don't want me to, so I can just leave you here without me being a potential suspect of your murder. But you should probably think about the ones that didn't know their last sight of you alive was the last they'll get, ever.”

He looks at you for a few seconds while he grits his teeth, before he slowly, lightly nods. Shutting his eyes and removing his hand from covering the wound, implying that he had put his trust in you.

You checked his carotid pulse first. Just as you thought. Erratic and weakened. And then looked over to watch the shallow rise and fall of his shoulders. Shallow breathing. He definitely lost a high volume of blood already. You hastily started disinfecting everything—your hands, the tools, even the gloves. You checked his expression. You gave him a heads-up before lifting the side of his shirt to attend to the wound properly. You began working up and stitching the wound on his right side. You looked at his face once again that's being covered by the shade of the unfinished constructions caging the alley, while going through your first stitch.

“I'm sorry, this is the only option, for now. I'll find more professional help after this.”

He had no more energy left to open his mouth and reply. He grunts in pain while you were busy ushing the needle through-and-through. You asked him to bite down on a cloth while enduring the pain, since you didn't have anesthesia and he can feel every poke of the needle on his skin. You stitched him with precision with your skilled hands. Your hands were painted crimson red during the process.

This wouldn't be your first time stitching. You've done this a couple of times, but only to a simulator. You pulled yourself together as you kept in mind that a person's life is in your hands this time.

While you were focusing on the stitches, all the stranger can muster are croaky groans, as the pain of the wound and the stitches stung, so you tried to do it faster. When you were done, while wiping your blood-stained hands, you noticed how his chest was rising and falling rapidly as he was wincing in pain. He tried to look up at you again, but his sight of you was blurry.

“Don't worry, that'll be removed at once when you're taken to the hospital. What I did is only first aid, and you already lost a lot of blood so we still need to get you to the hospital as soon as possible.”

You pushed your knees to stand up and find phone signal, but before you can, his hand rose and reached for yours.

“No.” He clutched your hand to stop you. His hand was rough—and also large. You have large hands for a female, but his hand almost completely enveloped yours.

The side of your lips shifted downward while looking down at him. “When I said 'trust me', I only meant temporarily so I can temporarily close your wound. I didn't mean with all your life."

“Just no hospital.”

“You must really want to die.”

He gripped your hand tightly from the severe pain he's enduring. You know how much pain he's going through right now and he didn't mean to do so, so you let him squeeze your hand.

“I would rather die, than pay a hospital bill.” he weakly held on to you, falling completely unconscious as his head fell on your lap. You furrowed your brows and put his head into a more comfortable position.

Oh, so he was serious on dying?

You coming to his rescue definitely doesn't just end with a few stitches.

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[kittsyspaw]

✦ ❝ 𝐋𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐨 𝐞𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐨 ❞

𝑆YNO ✦ .ᐟ Girlbf!Shelly Scott has a wet dream about you after you show her your hidden piercing, only to wake up at the good part

WARNING !¡ Girl x girl, Smut, scissoring aka clit against clit, Oral(kind of), clit piercing, AFAB!Reader, Shelly being clingy n touchy idk what else

Girlhood, womanhood. Whatever the term was, it represented girls, an element of it was also the friendships, unbreakable bonds between two or more girls. You and Shelly had immediately clicked like a puzzle piece, like this cooperation was destined to be, you once found her in a public bathroom and she asked you for your lipgloss and that's where the journey started between you two.

Shelly loved winter, the cold breeze that tingled every miniscule pore on her face, her freezing hands and skin. The way the snow crunched beneath her uggs or landed on her hair gracefully then withering away like it never was there, leaving a trail of just a barely noticeable sparkle.

All-over.... this winter was special. December 25th. Her Christmas present that was delivered to by fate itself, santa had sent one gift too soon.

It was the season where she had met you. In that public bathroom. She was insufferable from you ever since. Your hand was always caged by her warm one. She loved your personal space, she loved using your stuff, she loved pecking you or playing with your hair. It just made Shelly feel more intimate with you.

Ever since.... everybody doesn't approach you anymore approach you and Shelly.

Eleven months later and you two were still as close as ever, things had changed, you two grew together like twins that were separated as kids and soon... you rented out a high-end apartment together, Shelly was living the dream. Tasting a delicious bite out of her couple love story that was only playing out in her imagination.

Giggles and gossip were always divided between the harmony of you both, an arm hooked around yours, your walks matched pace and you exchanged new stories or talked about your favorite things, maybe even planned a date on the next tuesday after finishing school. Shelly knew all your belongings and you knew hers. She told you about a boy that she had met on her trip to Korea that she fell in love with, in reply, the blonde had discovered the relation you had with this one girl before.

And then, Shelly had been thinking about that, so...you were with a woman before? Like in an actual love relationship? In the present now, she was sitting right beside you on your bed, scrolling on her device when a picture of her popped up, an insanely beautiful one where the sun extended the attention on her blinding golden locks, her light, shiny blue eyes staring at the camera.

It was a picture that she really cherished of herself, she took it when she first stepped out of the airport in Korea. An extremely important memory to her since it was the day her life took her on a rollercoaster ride.

The girl dimples marked her face when she curled up her moisturized lips in a gentle smile, turning her phone to show it to you. Her brain sorted out all her dreams so now she was wondering whether you found her attractive or not. Pride ran in her veins at her gifted face, she knew she had a unique beauty that had all heads twisting in her way, people falling or crashing into walls or poles when they gawked at her, her confident walk, nose high in the air and make-up flawlessly done.

Shelly, when she first got to know you, didn't focus on your looks it was your personality that made her giddy. She loved your aura and the way you socialized with others. You refused to badmouth people badly, always claiming that everyone has their reasons and shouldn't be judged. Those words had been trapped inside her heart, she was shaken by the way you carried yourself it made others pull in to you like you were a magnet, Shelly being one of them.

You were so ready to help others, it reminded her of someone...

Eventually, the blue-eyed woman had taken note of an assumption, she didn't really flip any pages in your diary of experiences, history and secrets. Only a few. Shelly always blurted out everything to you, no matter what, she just couldn't keep anything inside her for long and had to get it off her chest. "Soo....y/n. Do you have a crush on someone Atm?"

"i guess so? Dunno girl, why do you ask?"

Shelly gasped playfully, hitting your arm before applying the oily liquid on her lips, smearing it on them by pursing her lips together. "Why didn't you tell me? Who is it! Is it someone i know?" Her heart pumped in excitement, hoping for an answer that would satisfy the dopamine that rushed through her nerves in the second.

The laugh you let out sounded just like a melody, Shelly felt blessed to be able to attend the wink of time as you did so, supporting her head by placing her chin on the center of her palm. "Yes, it's actually someone you know. But anyway, did you see what you-know-who did in Spanish class?!"

Her jaw dropped to the floor at the memory that partook in the special course you both decided to take to relieve some highschool fragments from the past. It was amazing, the course teacher was funny and so were the other people that learned some new things there, it was more like a friend gathering. "Yes i did, i was literally trying not to run out of class...okay but the girl with the red hair? i can't believe she has nipple piercings! You could literally see them through her shirt, it's honestly so cool?"

You tilted your head to the side a bit, taken aback by the exclamation, jealousy striding forward with your response "Seriously? I also have a hidden piercing." The shock that fell on Shellys face made you grin deviously, laughing a bit before shaking your baby hairs away from your eyes. "You're joking. Show it to me. Now." Her whole posture changed, the blonde sat up, crawling closer to your side of the bed and taking your arm to hug it.

Looking up at you with pleading eyes and pouted lips, Shelly made a puppy face, "please, please, please, pleaseee!! Show it, there's no way that i haven't seen it yet, you're the worst!!" She was only tugging on your arm as you teased her by rolling your eyes.

"it's somewhere... private, Shell."

"okay? I won't be disgusted. I find piercings really hot...unless it's on your anus or something..."

Sharing a laugh with her, you playfully told her that it was near there and the way her face dropped so quickly had your lungs hurting from the way your noises filled the room, lighting it up with your cheerfulness. "You dork, it's just a clit piercing." Her blue eyes bulged out of their place, a hand slapping over he wide open mouth.

"shut up....Show it to me, please?"

Eyeing her in lively disbelief, the woman held another begging expression which made your whole body heat up, your cheeks were warmer than a heater at this point as you closed your eyes, taking a breather. "Shelly, you sure?"

The girl chewed with her pearly whites on her lower red flesh, nodding quickly. The glimpse in her pupils showing you the cravings she held. Shellys blue painted fingernails curled at the waistline of your sweats, pulling them towards her, her mouth watering as she watched the way your body moved, muscles defining your molded body parts.

She caught a glimpse of the lace covering your heat and thanking the dim light that shined on the ceiling, Shelly furthermore twisted out another detail of the wet-patch spot on your underwear

"Can i...?"

Your head nodded on its own, searching for a friction to satisfy your needs. Using your weak knees as support, you snatched down your sweats, revealing your panties, Shelly couldn't help but whimper at the sight of your piercing being shaped by the fabric of your underwear.

A VCH, standing short for vertical clitoral hood piercing.

She curled her finger around the material, sluggishly sliding it from the position down where it hugged your flesh so magnificently. She progressed every second as the second pulse in her body went on, her puckering hole searching for a touch to bring it to its edge.

This was more drugs. It was a dangerous element that made you addicted when you took a sniff. The euphoria makes you claw at your body for more, rip the supple flesh and present it just to get one more taste. That element was you.

Shelly was lucky, she always has been. This was her second early sent gift from Santa, she must've been the number one on the list because there's no way she gets to witness something this mesmerizing. Just as your underwear only stuck at your pussy lips, the metal from the piercing sticking out on the bundle of nerves.

"mhm... you're a mess already."

Pointing that out as she lifted your hoodie above your breasts, hissing at the sight of your perky nipples that bounced in her hazy vision. The girl started masking your tummy with open mouth kisses having you shivering and trying to tremble away when she reached your pearl.

The blonde pushed you back on the mattress, leaning her upper body down with you in a way it made her bubble-butt stick out in the air. Shelly made out with your pussy, her other hand was gliding up your thigh until it could prod at your entrance, smiling as she used her tongue to pleasure you when they slid right inside.

The confident girl sat back on her calves, gaping at the sight she created. You were messy, breaths forced out of your body. Her fingers continued running up and down your slit but they stopped, circling your clit before squeezing it then flicking it.

"A-ahnn!!"

Your tongue lolled out your lips and glossed over eyes rolled back into your brain. "Cryin'? Would you cry even more if i pinched you harder?" With legs squirming and kicking around, your partner pleasuring you, took off her restraints, leaving her half naked in your bedroom. Shelly made infinity figures on your clit with her tongue, nudging the metal. The pulls on her hair sending electricity right down to her own little bead which she wanted to feel on top of yours so badly.

With globs of liquid covering her chin, sparkling beneath the lightbulb, Shelly tried something else out. She pushed your knees to your chest, getting a hold of your thighs before she whipped up your creamy and sticky cum like cream. The luscious tingle on her tongue made her sit up, using the muscle in her oral cavity to clean up the sides of her mouth that formed a smirk as if you were one exquisite meal.

She draped her leg over your thigh, sitting on top of your tummy so your pussys squished against each other, mixing your juices. Shelly started out at a slow pace before her hips rapidly buckled against yours, your clits rubbing together and kissing. She was impatient, crying out for more.

"Oh my love...."

The view was magical, Shelly cried out at the cold of your piercing that had a peripheral lingering effect on her pussy while yours was on fire. "Im so close," sobbing in pleasure, your torso jerked up, followed by your lower body. The blonde was blinded by pure bliss, focused on the sticky liquid that honeyed your swollen and throbbing lips like a glazing as she grinded over you, chasing her high.

She lit on fire. It was all so unreal, her? In bed with her crush? The one who's a disaster beneath her right now? Pawing at the pillows and her ass?

"Shelly! shelly!"

"mhm...! Ack·!"

Abruptly gasping, she woke up with uncomfortably drenched underwear, sweat on her forehead whereas her hairs stuck to it like glue and breath cut short. Wiping away the drool from her chin, she looked around the room perplexed.

Well shit....she ruined a perfect paradise. Did she fall asleep after you showed her your clit? It was a picture...right?

"Are you alright, Babe?"

No, she was just embarrassed that she had such sinful ideas about you.

Her heart skipped too many beats as you walked into the room looking at the dishevelled Shelly, her hair out of place, the eyebags beneath her eyes and finally her flushed face when she saw you. "Oh my, are you running a fever?"

Ngl im going crazy with these one shots.

But who cares, i have a long way to go with practice.

Lyrics taken by FLVCCKA, Song; El maña

[random-jot]

[le-agent-egg]

who up purple hazing their feedback

[virtchandmoir]

Canada's Olympic Network's Instagram Story (January 19th)

[koiiiji]

random windbreaker headcanons

tw : no, kinda cute, x reader not included

⊹ Wooin believe in mbti types, if it says that someones mbti type doesn’t match with his, he will believe it.

⊹ Hyok ultimate stand is pokemon. he wants to be pokemon.

⊹ Harry actually dog enjoyer who prefers animals to people bc they are loud and use doping. and dogs don’t use doping. Noah always argues with him bc actually cats are cooler.

⊹ Mahon was super naive person in some ways. like it was enough to say something with straight, serious face and he will believe it.

⊹ Sangho drink water or strong alcohol like whiskey, vodka, soju or something that have degree higher than 30°. nothing else. it always either water or alcohol. and he hates cocktails. if u guy who drinks cocktails u r gay, his honest opinion, i just asked him!!

⊹ Juhwan actually have a shark. there is an app, where you can “buy” a shark and you can see its location. so Juhwan owns two sharks, their names is Bobby and Sam. he was really upset when Bobbys tracker lost and he can’t see his shark anymore :( Bobby was his favorite one

⊹ deep inside Juwon really lonely person, so partly he actually enjoys that he have Vinny’s company and at some, really rare moments actually think about him as his younger brother (then he have a call from his partners from dark business and everything goes back)

⊹ Juwon actually get tied of people really fast, so he doesn’t really have friends, only business partners like Sangho and some people like Umi, who was with him in university

⊹ TJ have tiktok playlist that contains hard brazilian phonk, the ones from epic anime edits, and he listen it in headphones and imagine himself as an anime hero

⊹ Minu was questionable about his preferences. before he met Mia he always spent biggest part of his time with boys from zephyrus and June, and he wasn’t interested in girls around him. he used to think maybe he had a crush on Vinny or June.

⊹ Aria really enjoys history classes and have best marks at this subject.

⊹ Vinny doesn’t understand concept of dating. like you just met random people and start see each other every day and then maybe marry and have kids? are you insane? you just see random person and think “oh u cool, u r my boyfriend/girlfriend now”. he genuinely think people are weird.

⊹ Shelly 100% high fashion enjoyer and maybe even wanted to be a model, but she is not tall enough, so before coming to Korea she was insecure about her height.

⊹ aside from apples Hajun enjoys cucumbers. they are like apples in vegetables world.

⊹ Kaneshiro hates iqos. same with sangho, either normal cigarettes or pipe with tobacco. no third option.

⊹ Jay Jo enjoy Gordon Ramsay shows. especially old “kitchen nightmares” where he travels across US and mock cafe owners.

[fluffypotatey]

y’all help i’ve got two hangster x twister aus haunting my brain and one is mostly silly and fun while the other is angsty Bradley character study