#but it applies to all my mutuals who do this

[isaisliterallyhim]

 " it's like a dark paradise . "

no one compares to you — i'm scared that you won't be waiting on the other side

ft. michael kaiser . ex! michael kaiser . ooc! kaiser ? . gn! reader (but implied fem! reader) . ass plot lmfao . unwanted but mutual break up . healed together just to destroy it all . reader is a little naive . outside influence did get within the relationship . angst ? . cliché troupe . beaches ! . unreliable narrator .

wc: 0.7k

"get over it! it's been months! move on! he did you dirty! he's just a whore! get a grip, [name]. there's other fish in the sea! you're sooo much better!"

your friends' statements just went through one ear to another. all they kept doing is tell you to move on.

it's difficult to move on. they're acting as if they don't know. countless of break ups, you were there for them. comforting them and letting them know it's okay.

why can't that apply to you? why must you be cursed to — to still have him in your mind? why you? constantly haunted by the thought that you were the one who messed up.

you opened up too much about your relationship. quiet and timid or loud and outgoing, you've always noticed yourself desperate for help from others.

"never let outside influence get into your relationship." you were once told. you did the complete opposite. the blooming rose of you and kaiser's love quickly wilted.

the amount of time, patience, and healing that went in, just to be ripped straight out.

︶୨୧︶

holding hands, the both of you smiling. sharing a warm moment. "michael?" you addressed, gripping his hands a little tighter. "promise you won't leave? promise the both of us will stay together?"

michael kaiser thought that this would be a promise he could fulfill. his azure eyes glistened, gazing at you. the once icy and cocky attitude he's given people was replaced with a pleasantly humble attitude.

a smile formed as he shook his head. " 'f course." you narrowed your eyes at him. "pinky promise?" that's childish. "i don't break pinky promises," you giggled.

with that the both of you intertwined pinkies and made the promise. "you're so childish, süße" kaiser teased, flicking your forehead. (ok ouch bro </3)

"not my fault this is the only way i'll be one with my promises." you shrugged. the two of you have had a horrendous history with promises... you've broken so many promises it's as if there's enough for generational debt.

turning towards the horizon, the sun was setting. a gorgeous view was painted — there would be nothing as beautiful as this scene. except there was — you.

"maaaan. i seriously hope we're together 'til death." you sighed. kaiser's BITCHASS didn't know how to respond so, in return he pressed his lips on yours.

oh what a tender kiss. you were captured in a 'romantic' moment. pulling a way the two of you savoured the lingering taste of each other.

pulling you into his arms, he embraced you. melting into his embrace, it was a moment to remember. (oh yeah peak writing isa)

"let's stay like this a little longer." kaiser mumbled as a request, inhaling the scent of your shampoo n perfume.

you wish the both of you did stay longer in that compassionate moment. and together. (CAUSE Y'ALL BROKE THE DAMN PROMISE.)

all the memories replayed in your mind. constantly stuck on loop. (GET OUT OF MY HEAD!!) waves crashed upon the shore. staring into the sea, toes in the sand you were reliving the moment with him. this time just without him.

making an about turn, you picked yourself up and was about to depart. halting in your steps the moment you saw someone. someone familiar.

blonde with blue tips... jagged haircut and rattails. tall... muscular frame... it HAS to be kaiser! you unconsciously ran towards the man. tapping him on the shoulder, "mihya?"

the 'stranger' (yea he was no stranger dawg) turned around and you were met with eyes you've seen before.

"i'm sorry, are you looking for someone?" the man asked. that voice, you swore you heard before!! being a little reluctant, you shook your head.

"i- i'm sorry. i thought you were someone i knew..." you smiled sheepishly. the stranger gave you a sympathetic smile, "no worries. it happens."

"sorry for bothering you, sir." you mumbled as you turned away. muttering a, "fuck that's embarrassing.. really thought that was him."

problem was, IT WAS HIM. kaiser felt his heart shatter. why was this event so oddly heart-wrenching? he lied to you. a second time.(probably his idk nth time of lying but this was a fr one)

before you left however, you let out a small sigh, "love you, michael. wish you had let me stayed a little longer. i'm ready now."

watching your figure get smaller and smaller, he finally built up the courage (and destroying his pride LMFAO) to kind of run after you. yelling (woah raising his voice?), "wait, [name]!"

oh it was too late now. you didn't hear. the last promise the both of you made was to find each other again. you both vowed to never believe in love until you found each other again.

— ©isaisliterallyhim, 2025

tags! : @twijaxx ♡, @kyvkc

a/n: fyi, yes i lost plot half way agn i swear i can write angst better than this guys pls.. i did nawt proofread btw. i'm so productive (i say as i have a whole chem assignment due <33) this is deadass super cliche i cannot lie... but ykw we ball i fw cliche troupes!! half the things i said doesnt even make sense wtf maybe this is why i was told to settle in for science... anyways KAISERRRR tbh the lovers to strangers troupe kills me horrendously bc bro WHYYY like imho it's worse than enemies bc at least u can see them but with 'strangers' UGHHHH also tip to my bbys who r going thru breakups pls prioritize urself and don't obsess too much abt the break up ygs got this!! maan i love love lOVVE kaiser so much tjis killed me ahhhhehjeaweiwo also make sure to NEVER let outside influence get into your relationships fucks it up bad :(( anyways KAISER KAISER KAISER also my notes are making me realize how immature i am pls i'm losing it... </3 i've got so many drfats to work on asw THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE THO YEAHHH

[olderthannetfic]

Man...heavy vent for your blog, but I often see so many fandom people who are "successful" in the typical academic way. Masters, med school, law school, phd, etc.

And that is great. I am happy for those people! I earnestly LOVE it when my friends, mutuals, following, etc get to do their dream job or dream degree. :)

But...that will likely never be me. I am an alcoholic dropout. Which is also fine. I'm working on myself. And tbh I've worked so hard just to stay the fuck alive that even just being here is an accomplishment. I left my cult I was raised into, I live alone (which is more so something I need than something I want, but still great I can do it). yes all I have going in my life is my GED, my IOP program, my dinky work from home admin assistant job, and the HRT i've always wanted and now no longer think I'll go to hell for getting (bc that is not a real thing). I am a survivor! I am badass! I have done great, all things considering!

But...that might be all I accomplish ever. Which is fine. But it's still hard, sometimes? Im sure most people have seen that post that is about, like, niche knowledge that fanfic authors have and apply to their works and whatnot? And that is...nothing for me. Nothing. I cannot apply any type of job or education or whatsoever to my fic because that never happened to me. This isn't me insulting myself, it is just facts.

I genuinely don't hate myself or anything, which in itself is great bc life trauma wants me to hate me! and i don't! I just...feel sorta worthless because I might never achieve more than what i have already achieved, which is barely nothing, and so many people seem to be successful and I am just not.

--

The successful ones tell you about it.

But also... given how much fic is either about extreme trauma with no actual plot or about people hanging out in a coffee shop, I am confident that you can apply plenty of life experience if you want to.

[hyukabean]

──── kim sunoo, best friend (to lovers?) headcanons

in which sunoo is your bsf (and possibly bf)?! ～ warning: suggestive(?), reference to weight, unedited

sunoo x fem!reader

best friend sunoo. a dream!! i don’t even know where to start because there’s so much to say!

you guys met through mutual friends. perhaps at a gathering that friend left the room temporarily, and you noticed him awkwardly sitting there and decide to introduce yourself. the two of you spend the rest of the night gossiping and playfully side-eyeing people acting rude, and the rest is history:)

you two do everything together!

sunoo is the king of supplements and treatments, so self care evenings are a must!

if you ever need any recommendations, this man has you covered. any issue, whether it be hyperpigmentation, dark circles, blackheads, he is your man! 

expect a lot of random, ‘hey, i bought this for you, let’s try it out together!’s.

meeting up at his dorm for a movie night (consisting of mostly scary horror flicks till you’re both scared shitless), snacks, and tons and tons of skincare!! “call me the moon because my pores are looking craters right now”, he’d sigh while applying a clay mask to his face, (the same mask he’d rub all over your shirt when he inevitably gets jumpscaresd and buries his face into your side).

when one of you eventually gets the bright idea to switch to something more light hearted, you end up throwing snacks into each others mouths while watching. a little later, you completely ignore the movie, scrolling through your phones to share funny videos and such, before falling asleep on each other.

the members would 100000% take pictures of you two and make fun of you later. sunoo definitely complains about it, “what the heck guys! why are you taking ugly pictures of me? seriously, why are you like this??”, before silently setting the one where you’re ontop of each other as his wallpaper.

speaking of wallpapers, it’s no secret sunoo is an amazing photographer. remember that one vlog he did with his sister? he’d coach you the same way he coached her! look down, up, adjust your mouth, lean to the side, he knows all your best angles. proudly posts you on his private sns and shows his members after. brags about you a ton during these moments as well, “y/n and i went there! but to be honest, the food wasn’t too great. we tried this one dish and y/n really liked it! it was something like…”. and whoever he’s talking to us like “?… that’s great… so what was the ticket price again?”.

you’re the only one who has the password to his phone! you guys meet up just to end up going through each other’s camera rolls. he’d pull up random screenshots or pictures of food and different views you’d taken and ask about them, taking every opportunity to learn more about you!

even when you hang out with the members, it’s clear your bond is slightly different. nevertheless, you absolutely tease the frick out of him with riki. the two of you gang up on him all the time and it’s hilarious. 

he says something to poke fun at you? “your face isn’t bloated, you just gained weight” (quote from that vlog with his sister lol), you both play embarrassing clips of him. “you’re so loud~”, he’d whine while you and riki play video games in the living room. okay, no problem. “riki, call me real quick”, and suddenly your phone’s buzzing and playing his aegyo on full blast. “did you seriously set your ringtone to me? wow, y/n, fan behavior”. 

still, he knows your *his* friend first and it’s all in good fun. hug him a bit and tell him he looks cute while pouting and he’s back to his bright and happy self. tldr: terrorizing him with riki is your favorite pastime, second only to actually spending time with him.

this man would switch to spotify just for you, so you could have shared playlists. would recommend you songs while he’s out and about, and make private ones dedicated to you (these you don’t get to see though huhuhu)

pinpointing when exactly you two started falling for each other is difficult. looking back, all of it seems kind of romantic, no? somewhere along the way, sunoo caught feelings and now he doesn’t know what to do. and sometimes, it can’t help but slip out.

“hmm? that’s not usually your style”, sunoo asks while sifting through the rack of clothing of some corner vintage store. "ah, it's not for me," you explain with a laugh. he cocks his head to the side a little. "i was thinking of riki, he likes this sort of stuff, don’t you think?".

"hey! why are you shopping for niki?" he says, his voice ringing through the small store. the workers glance up at you two and he quickly lowers his voice as to not draw attention to you both. "this is *our* time. we're supposed to be hanging out together. me and you. you and me. y/n and sunoo!"

"sunoo... i just happened to see it…”, you flash him an apologetic pout. "this just happened to be his style! do you want a gift, too? i can buy you something. or treat you to dinner?”.

"why are you thinking of him, anyway?!”, he mumbles accusingly, arms crossed, “are we even best friends?”. he shoves his hands in his coat pockets with a huff, “who even buys stuff when they go window shopping?… tch…”

the members though? they knew wayyyy before he did. and boy do they take advantage of it now that he’s realized~.

he’s introduced you to his members already, but if you guys somehow ended up hanging out more intensely and that one question would drop, his reaction would be embarrassingly telling. 

“so y/n, are you seeing anyone?”,  heesung asks, feigning nonchalance as he pours you both a glass of water. sunoo scoffs, “no. you think she’d be sitting here with you if she did?”.

jungwon, joining in on the fun, pulls up a picture. “y/n have you seen this drama yet? the actor is going viral for being super cute apparently”. you lean over and nod, “ah, i guess so, he’s pretty cute”.

sunoo scoffs, pulling a face. “*he’s* cute?…”, he side eyes, “i mean, i guess beauty is subjective”. you chuckle and tell him to “play nice”. the others laugh along and he gets all pouty. you poke at him until he relents, “i’m the cutest, right? right? say it. ‘sunoo is the cutest’!”.

you tackle him in a hug, “yeah, you’re the cutest, sunoo~”. you shake him, pecking his cheek teasingly, until he half giggles, half whines, “what are you doing~?!”.

but even that would change. sunoo likes being called cute, he *is* cute, but he’s more than that. and when you keep cooing at him, he can’t help but feel like you don’t take him seriously. sunoo strikes me as the type who genuinely enjoys being super bubbly most of the time, unlike riki, for example, he doesn’t feel the need to be seen as mysterious or aloof (re: “i’m a puma, not a duck!”). however, he’d also get tired of not being “taken seriously”. 

you lean back against the couch of his small office, yawning quietly as you wait for him to finish up his selfie session.

something catches your eye, then, a small notebook beside his keyboard, stuffed full of loose pages and sticky notes. picking it up, you start flipping through it casually, opening it to a random page. scribbled notes, that at first you thought were lyrics, fill the paper. it looked more like a diary, but before you can decipher his handwriting, the notebook’s snatched from your hand. 

“what are you doing right now?". the air is cold, sunoo stares at you, but not in the dramatic or playful way you’re used to. his palm rests firmly against the cover and you instinctively take a step back. "just… sorry, was it something personal?", your head it tilted to the side, hand rubbing your arm nervously. he sighs, sitting down and leaning back in his chair, “yeah, it is”.

in an attempt to soften him up, you wrap your arms around him from behind his chair, your chest pressing against his shoulder blades, “i’m sorry, hmm~? don’t be mad! you only look half as cute when you’re mad~”. 

sunoo doesn’t reply for a while, silently glancing up at you. “do i always have to be cute?”, he breaks the tense quiet. 

“hmm?”, you blink, surprised at his sudden tone. 

“i’m not just cute, you know. there’s more to me than aegyo. i’m still a man”, he mutters, eye contact unwavering.

you blink again, before a relived smile graces your lips. so that’s what this is about. “of course, you’re not just cute! and duh, i know you’re a man, but like, you’re my best friend! i can relax around you, you know? why even bring that up in the first place?”. 

he leans in closer to you, eyes narrow as he cups your cheek, “yeah? am i?”. the chuckle he lets out sends shivers down your spine, warm breath fanning your face. “just because we’re best friends doesn’t mean i don’t have urges and feelings like anyone else, and you’d do well to remember that before pressing yourself up against me in a locked room like this…”.

now that’s an indirect confession if i’ve ever heard one;) but worry not, he does properly admit his feelings to you eventually.

"i like you, y/n. i’m not sure when it started or how it happened… i just do. this won’t change anything between us if you don’t want it to, but feel like i owe you an explanation. i promise i won’t be awkward if you don’t feel the same way, just… please reciprocate my honesty. that's enough for me"

nana's notes : i'm surprised at how decisive the poll was! i thought for sure k would win lolol. to those who did vote for k, worry not! his will drop in a few days:) i tried something a lil different with the format, kind of a blend between an imagine and hcs, but idk if you guys vibe with it hahaha. also, i would like to clarify that, as long as you're healthy, you're beautiful at any weight in my eyes. the comment about gaining weight was quoted from sunoo's vlog with his sister. as always, if you guys have any feedback or suggestions, please let me know!

taglist : open!

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[heartz4levi]

omg I love rockstar till, I always imagine him being a rockstar in modern au. anyway I love your rockstar till fanfic, I was wondering i could request rockstar till with fashion model reader modern au headcanons (the reader could be gender neutral), it would be cute if they meet each other during their early days of their career or met in college and supportive to their partner's dreams

i think i'm too cool to know ya !

☆ thinking abt rockstar till . . .

☆ till (alnst) ,, gn reader . . modern!au ,, rockstar!till ,, fashionmodel!reader ,, reader and till are both in college ,, reader falls first but till falls harder ,, no further warnings. i tried my best with this prompt, still love rockstar till tho...

follow your mind, not your heart, they said.

plenty of people, friends and family alike, advised you to not throw yourself into the fashion and modelling industry. it's too competitive, too gruesome, the standards are too high — all of those words go in through one of your ears and out the other. what's so bad about dreaming big?

and so, your college years start. admittedly, your loves one were disappointed by the fact that you didn't apply to med school, or law school or—any other school, really. but in the end, what's done it's done. if it's your choice to become a fashion model in the near future, then so be it.

for the most part, college was fun. you were thriving, fueled by the determination to proving others wrong and achieve your goals, no matter how unrealistic they seem. you found your friend group, and they were supportive right off the bat. and, you found yourself a little campus crush.

till. the two of you don't have any mutual courses, you have never exchanged any words, he probably doesn't even know you. but you know him — all it took for him to pique your interest was simply walking past you on campus. you barely even saw his face before your heart started thumping loudly in your chest. there's just something about him that draws you in, like a moth to a flame.

maybe one day an opportunity to talk to him will present itself to you.

newsflash, it does.

in one of your classes, you were given the assignment to come up with a theme and create a handful of outfits revolving around said theme. admittedly, you can do that all by yourself, but once the idea popped up in your mind, you couldn't forget about it.

after a little bit of running around campus inbetween classes, you find till. he's focused on something, most likely another assignment — but that can wait, because you need his help now. well, that's what you tell him. that, and you heard from one of your friends, who shares a few courses with him, that he's a pretty good artist.

you purposefully tweaked the deadline of the assignment when mentioning the details of it to till, and you also added in the temptation of a bribe. so long as he helps you out, you'll do anything for him in return once the project is completed. albeit somewhat reluctantly, till gives in. all he has to do is make a couple of illustrations of the outfits you give him.

and so it begins. the journey of sneaking your way into his heart under the guise of needing his help for an assignment.

you invite him over to your place and nearby café's several times. having worked at lightning speeds to conjure up a very rough sketch and a more detailed mental image, you describe every new outfit idea you have to till and ramble on about what you envision the materials to be, the way it's supposed to fit on any and every body type and so on. of course, you do get sidetracked a couple of times and end up gushing about other, off—topic matters.

maybe your enthusiasm about getting to work with him has rubbed off, because before he knows it, till is engrossed in this assignment of yours. he listens carefully to everything you have to say, carefully placing each line when sketching the outfits you came up with. that same routine is repeated over the course of a multitude of hangout sessions, all the way until the deadline knocks on your door.

the day arrives, and you show your work off to the professor and your fellow colleagues. all goes well, and you leave the lecture hall confident that your grade will remain as perfect as it always has been.

you hardly take two steps forward after exiting the lecture hall before till appears right in front of you. he ended up consulting that same friend who supposedly told you about him and his artistic skills to find out your schedule so he could be able to meet you again. why? because he is itching to know if the fruits of your combined labor have bloomed.

pulling you off to the side, an unexpected amount of excitement radiates off of till as he asks you about what went down inside that lecture hall. you relay the events that occured to him and he is absolutely ectstatic to hear that the result of your teamwork made a good impression on your professor.

after that momentary happiness seeps out of both your bodies, silence falls upon the two of you. so.. is this it? you two collaborated for a couple of weeks and now it's over. what now? do you just say goodbye to each other and move on?

you don't want that. till doesn't want that either. truth be told, he actually enjoys your company. yes, your personality contrasts his drastically and you barely have any common interest. even your aspirations differ. but he still enjoys your company.

what's the worst that can happen? till thinks to himself. he then opens his mouth, hesitating for a second before speaking. he wants to hang out again, but this time not for a project. he just wants to spend more time with you.

and who are you to deny him?

one hangout turned into two. two turned into five.. time flied by. time flied by so fast.

thank the stars your professor gave you that specific assignment and you gathered up the courage to ask till for his help, because now your campus crush has turned into your boyfriend. over the span of your shared college years, you two got to know each other better and, somewhere inbetween all those hangouts, made things official. then those hangouts turned into dates.

you'd make time for each other after classes, sometimes even studying together or helping each other out with assignments — yes, that one assignment was the first one, but that doesn't mean that it has to be the last one too.

you believed in till and vice versa. who knows what would have happened if you didn't have his support and he didn't have yours? would he still be attending all of your runway shows, accompanying you to all of your magazine photoshoots? would you go to all of his performances to cheer him on and then go on about how cool he looked when the both of you are backstage?

you were a pillar that held his world up, that stopped it from crumbling down. till was your biggest fan, always boasting about how his significant other is a fashion model, as if he isn't a literal rockstar.

till includes you in the lyrics of a couple songs that will be added to his discography from time to time, and your eyes always drift to him whenever you reach the end of the stage you're strutting on, shooting him a wink instead of the camera before turning around and making your extravagant exit.

[semiotomatics]

i love when you can tell when a mutual wakes up/comes online bc you see them start mass liking/reblogging your posts from the past few hours 🥰

[soullessjack]

hi guys

[adhdo5]

You need a untamed url

I do but I don't know what I'd do with it

[sadiewen]

i really think that some of the younger taylor fans here in their teens and early 20s are much more mature than the older ones in their late 20s/30s

[transnightfury]

bellibolt is a very important pokemon

[wickershells]

not everyone feigns sincerity

[lilacthebooklover]

if i die, i just want you all to know that being on here has been brilliant thus far. the communities here are so welcoming & the people are so friendly; i've made so many wonderful friends on here, and wouldn't have it any other way. this site & fandom culture have given me something to do in my free time & to be passionate about. it's let me meet amazing people from all over the world and feel liked. i hope this will be able to continue on for many many years, but if it can't, thank you for giving me all of the lovely moments & memories we've shared up until now :)

[doostyaudi]

I think... Me adding yandere content to my dni was a little bit excessive...

[once-and-future-alaskan]

My general stance on art is don't be a dick about how someone's drawing looks at any arbitrary age. Some people started drawing later in life and haven't had the time to develop to some arbitrary standard set at a given age. Some people have brain shit going on that makes it harder to apply that effort consistently to continually develop that skill. Sometimes making art of the highest possible technical standard isn't even their goal and they're really just doing whatever because it makes them happy!!

Sometimes even all 3! Or even other things!!!

Shut the fuck up and let people draw their goofy pictures in whatever way they want without being a dick about it!

[the-heron]

If I had a nickel for every time it turned out that one of my internet friends was head turning, jaw dropping, im-gonna-start-barking-in-the-tags type gorgeous without me realizing then I would be rich for life and that's that on that

[isitthemoon]

I don't know what's going on with me and why I haven't interacted much here and why i haven't done things i used to enjoy even if i want to

[turnip-root]

to the mutuals, you should randomly message me sometime, just for the fun of it i swear im not scary (i think)