#cravity fic

[seongminiz]

tear Of gOd

minors dni ; fallen angel jungmo x human wonjin ; 2.1k words

SYNOPSIS    Had Wonjin not known any better, he would think what he sees when he meets Jungmo's unsettling eyes is lust. Surely, that's impossible - after all, angels don't sin, and they are absolutely not capable of committing a sin as deadly as lust, be it in or out of heaven. Or, Jungmo - Wonjin’s guardian angel - is kicked out of heaven when the obsession over his human gets out of hand, and has nowhere to go if not Wonjin himself.

cw   religious themes , blasphemy , inaccurate representation of catholicism’s views on the afterlife bc i havent been to church in almost 5 yrs , bitchless loser virgin wonjin ejejehjf , dom!jungmo , sub!wonjin , corruption kink (kinda ? idk i had the idea of writing it but idk if i actually put it in so) , handjob , orgasm denial

➔   cross-posted on ao3 !

⚠ DISCLAIMER ⚠ if you're uncomfortable with religious themes (specifically christianity in this instance) or their use in a nsfw/sexually explicit context , it's your responsibility as the reader to click off this work and go read something else . i as the author have no responsibility for your discomfort with the themes i decide to write about

note   shout out to onlyoneof for making cunty catholic guilt yaoi music so i could get through writing n find a title for this fic (˶ˆᗜˆ˵) n thank u to the loml @elifseasonz for beta reading this n supporting me through the absolute crash out that were these past 8 months of writing 🩷 i've been writing this since may 2024 - not bc its particularly long or well thought out tho , im just a terribly slow n bad writer :3 i also wrote most of it while i had the worst cold ever so .. theres that too n some parts of it r probably so rushed (oomf (= my Proof Reader™) said its fast paced </3 life is not worth living anymore /j)

Wonjin considers his life to be rather inconspicuous. He is the most average guy someone could ever meet, and it reflects on all his disastrous first dates ending with no kind of follow up. He never does anything creepy or straight up wrong, but his whole demeanor has a certain ‘I’m a loser virgin’ vibe that tends to scare away even the most desperate of his potential partners.

Jungmo, on the other hand, considers Wonjin’s life to be the finest piece of entertainment he could ever ask for. One would argue it is because that is what his whole job consists of: watching over Wonjin and his more than ordinary day-to-day life, failed dates and all.

Jungmo has never been among the most beloved angels in the ranks of Heaven, both due to his occupation - the more contact a divine being has with humans the more their existence becomes tainted and impure, making guardian angels the bottom of the holy food chain - and, more than anything, because of his tendency to defy the rules that have been imposed on him since his very first day in Heaven.

Most of it consisted in minor offenses, like sneaking to Earth without permission to go visit ‘his’ human, or almost resorting to violence that one time another angel offered to take responsibility over Wonjin instead of him; they all originated from how prone Jungmo was to sin compared to his fellow guardian angels, making him an unstable employee since his first day in Paradise, his status immediately solidified as a liability for both his and Heaven's stability.

Which is how Jungmo finds himself kicked out of Heaven, stranded in a random dark alleyway somewhere. Really, he could be anywhere.

Had he not relentlessly followed Wonjin in his every step for years, Jungmo would have no idea of where to go. Of course, it is only normal for a guardian angel to know where their human lives and be able to teleport themselves there in a matter of seconds.

Wings broken and past their first stage of decay, Jungmo uses the last remaining traces of his powers to manifest his physical form into Wonjin’s room - it takes slightly longer than he is used to, but it still can’t be more than a few minutes.

The digital clock on the bedside table reads 3:33AM, the red symbols flashing and glitching for a moment when Jungmo makes his appearance - human technology is such a fragile thing, even the dying powers of a former angel are able to put it through strain.

Wonjin has always been a heavy sleeper, struggling to wake up even when the sun is up high and his alarm has rang at least ten times.

Which makes it all the more obvious something is off that night.

He struggles to fall asleep, but chalks it up to anxiety for a major upcoming exam he has been stressing over for months; when he wakes up at three in the morning with the eerie sensation of being watched, though, he can't really blame it on his academic anxiety anymore.

His eyes slowly adapt to the darkness, a humanoid shadow standing in the far corner of his room, right beside the door.

Sleep paralysis? Likely, Wonjin thinks, but the hypothesis is quickly shut down when he finds no resistance within his body as he scrambles to grab his glasses from the bedside table and runs his hand along the wall feeling for the light switch.

Had Wonjin been in a sane state of mind, he would have screamed. Except Wonjin feels anything but sane, his mouth just hanging open in silence as he takes in the person - can he even call it that? The tattered wings sprouting from his back suggest the opposite - standing in front of him.

“What the fuck?” It’s all Wonjin can manage, his voice raspy and his throat dry - from sleep or from the shock, he isn't exactly sure.

Jungmo chuckles. He has observed his human for years, to the point he knows every little quirk, habit and shameful sin of his, but he forgot Wonjin is not familiar with his existence at all.

Without the limits of Heaven binding him to being truthful, Jungmo could simply lie about who he is, about why he is there.

Jungmo is free.

“I’m your guardian angel,” he explains. That much is not a lie, he is just omitting an irrelevant fragment of the truth.

Wonjin eyes him skeptically, fixating on his bruised skin, his bloodied clothes and, once again, his decaying wings. The originally white feathers have colored themselves of a sickly dark gray, bordering on an even darker color towards some edges, those that turn completely black falling off in the matter of minutes. A few white spots remain, but the color has started becoming more dull, dirtying itself as if infected with an incurable disease.

“I was kicked out of heaven,” Jungmo confesses, immediately continuing to not leave any room for protest from Wonjin. “Not because of my sins. I was tricked by an evil, jealous angel who blamed their mistakes on me.”

“And what do I have to do with this? Why are you in my room?” Wonjin asks bluntly.

Religion has always been a pretty neutral topic to him, he genuinely has no care for it. That odd guy might be his guardian angel, but Wonjin wants nothing to do with him.

Yet, it intrigues him. He suspects what the angel has said about being kicked out of heaven is not entirely the truth, and that only makes him want to know more about the otherworldly being standing in front of him.

“Well, I told you,” Jungmo says matter-of-factly. “You’re my human. Who else should I look for? You’re the only thing I know about this insignificant mortal world.”

“Fair,” Wonjin mutters. While he might not be completely convinced by what he says, the thought process is completely logical - excluding the whole premise of a supernatural, heavenly being appearing in his room out of nowhere. The absurdity of it all has almost slipped his mind already.

“You know, Wonjin,” Jungmo takes a step forward, and Wonjin is torn between mirroring his actions, drawn closer to the angel by an invisible force he can't quite explain, or get further away from him - though the second option proves itself to be impossible when Wonjin tries scooting back on the bed, and his back meets the headboard with a dull sound.

Jungmo looks down at Wonjin, only one step separating the two of them.

Had Wonjin not known any better, he would think what he sees when he meets Jungmo's unsettling eyes is lust. Surely, that's impossible – after all, angels don't sin, and they are absolutely not capable of committing a sin as deadly as lust, be it in or out of heaven.

“I've been watching you for so long,” Jungmo's thin, delicate fingers grasp Wonjin's jaw with such gentleness he is left doubting they are even there. The angel's pointed nails slightly digging into his skin, though, are enough of a confirmation of the touch being real.

Wonjin is not sure what he expects when Jungmo leans closer, so their faces are mere centimeters apart from each other, making it almost impossible for him to hold the angel's gaze.

Up close, Jungmo's irises are nothing but pits of pure darkness, blending with his pupils to the point the two are indistinguishable. Wonjin doesn't know the reason, but the sight makes his stomach close in on itself.

And if that alone is not enough of a reminder of Jungmo's lack of humanity, the stillness in his body is – no breathing, no heartbeat, everything about Jungmo is unmoving, eternal.

Jungmo’s lips, on the other hand, feel more alive than anything Wonjin has ever experienced.

Alive, gentle, but so desperate, as if Jungmo has been waiting for this moment ever since he laid his eyes on Wonjin.

Could that be the truth? Could he be the reason Jungmo has been banished from heaven? The thought alone makes Wonjin’s stomach churn in a mixture of fear and pride that only spurs him on to kiss Jungmo back with more fervor.

Wonjin gasps at the contact with Jungmo's cold skin, the angel's fingertips sneaking under his shirt and brushing his hips, eliciting whimpers and whines that Wonjin can't help but be slightly ashamed of.

Jungmo is skilled, far too sure in what he is doing for someone who has supposedly led a life void of sin up until that moment, and Wonjin knows that alone should raise all kinds of alarm bells and red flags in him – it does.

Wonjin knows he should be more cautious, yet he decides to ignore his own rationale, getting lost in Jungmo's lips, in his touch and in his body.

.☆⭒ ♱ ⭒☆.

“God,” Wonjin grabs Jungmo’s wrist in an attempt to slow down his motions, his fingers slipping around the angel’s cold skin as he chuckles.

“There is no god here, Wonjin,” Jungmo speeds up his pace, tightening his hold once he reaches Wonjin’s tip and loosening it every time his hand slides down to the base. “That is, unless you’re talking about me.”

Wonjin’s moans grow in volume and pitch, it’s all too much, too overwhelming, and it feels like nothing he has ever experienced before - though he is pretty sure he is about to cum at any moment. If only Jungmo tightens his fist just a little more and…

“Am I your god, Wonjin?” Jungmo suddenly stops, his hands completely leaving Wonjin’s body as he relishes in his human’s delicious whines and protests.

Jungmo brings his fingers, slick and stained in precum, to Wonjin’s chin, tilting it upwards so their eyes can meet. Any and all protests Wonjin could have die in his mouth as he once again gets lost in the endless pits that are Jungmo’s eyes.

“Answer me, Wonjin,” Jungmo whispers, leaning down to kiss along Wonjin’s jawline, until his lips are right by his ear and his free hand is barely grazing Wonjin’s cock. “Tell me I am your god, and I’ll let you cum.”

Wonjin lets out a shaky, hesitant breath, barely able to keep his eyes open as he weakly reaches for Jungmo’s hand, the angel promptly moving it further away from his cock with a smirk.

“Yes,” Wonjin is quick to force himself to answer, intertwining his fingers with Jungmo’s and pulling him closer, reaching for a kiss that Jungmo once again withholds from him.

“Yes what? I want to hear you say it.”

“You’re my god, Jungmo,” Wonjin’s voice is barely above a whisper, cracking at every other word he speaks. “My one and only god.”

Jungmo’s acknowledgement for Wonjin’s blind devotion comes in the form of his hand slipping out of Wonjin’s hold, and wrapping once again around his sensitive cock.

It doesn’t take long for Wonjin to get close again, his voice melting into an incomprehensible ramble of “I’m gonna cum” repeating until Jungmo has to shush him, reassuring him that he’s not going to rip that orgasm away from him again. A part of him is tempted to, but the need to see Wonjin finally fall apart in his hands is stronger.

“Go ahead,” Jungmo whispers, relishing in the shiver that pervades Wonjin as his hands grip Jungmo’s arms in a desperate attempt to ground himself. “Cum for your one and only god.”

Wonjin’s mind goes blank, he doesn’t know for how long. His body is still shaking once he regains enough of a sense of self to open his eyes, laying his head on Jungmo’s shoulder as he catches his breath.

Jungmo’s fingers are dripping in his human’s cum. He brings them closer to his face, inspecting the sticky substance with curiosity before hesitantly licking some of it off of his digits.

The slightly salty taste of Wonjin’s cum has Jungmo biting back a moan at the realization he’s consuming a part of him, in some twisted, fucked up way.

Jungmo wants more, but he knows Wonjin can’t handle another orgasm, so he settles for the next best thing. Is it really ‘settling’, though, when Wonjin’s lips are just as addicting, as he squeezes Jungmo’s hand in his and smiles into the kiss.

Wonjin is quick to get drowsy, pulling Jungmo under the covers and mumbling something along the lines of “Don’t you dare go anywhere” as he drifts off to sleep, his hand still gripping Jungmo’s.

Jungmo observes Wonjin’s sleeping frame, so much closer than he has ever been able to before.

The sun has started rising, shining through the sheer curtains and painting Wonjin’s beautiful features in its soft orange hues.

It’s all worth it.

Even as Jungmo’s wings rot past the point of no return, the last of his feathers falling off and shriveling into dust, into nothingness, leaving the skeletal frame sprouting from his back bare and vulnerable. Even as a pain he has never experienced before curses through him.

All it takes for Jungmo to think the eternal suffering that awaits him is worth it is a look at his lover peacefully sleeping underneath him.

im sorry this is actually so bad i cant write gay sex HOW AM I A FUJO THAT DOESN’T KNOW HOWTO WRITE GAY SEX ???!??!!???

[dat-town]

hellbent

Characters: Serim & female reader

Setting & genre: hurt/comfort (focused on the comfort part), Home School au

Summary: Home School was like hell but having Serim next to you made it better.

Warnings: mentions of canon-typical violence and manipulation (Serim is being the best boy though)

Words: 1k

Author’s note: Home School is a 2023 Thai drama but you don't have to know it in order to understand the story but for the vibes, you can check out its trailer HERE. (if you enjoy character-driven mystery thrillers, I highly recommend it!)

For @restlessmaknae <3 here's a little bonus as a thank you for listening to me rambling about this drama so much (also because we talked about Serim so much recently ;))

You couldn’t sleep.

Every time you closed your eyes you saw the tangible fear in Minhee’s when Wonbin broke the chair right beside his head. This school really brought the worst out of everybody. What kind of exam would require students to hurt each other otherwise?

Something had been off since the beginning. The drug to knock you out during the bus ride to the boarding school. The creepy forest all around the place that made sure you had no place to run to. The nutrition supplement you had to take with every breakfast. Your confiscated phones, so you had no way to contact your families. The never-sent letters. Slowly it was all adding up.

Then the ‘classes’ started and it got worse: the psychological games that were supposed to teach you about life, the punishments like getting locked up or not getting food if you went against the crazy rules. You and your 12 classmates only had each other yet the teachers kept trying to turn you against each other in their manipulating little games. You weren’t sure anymore what they were trying to teach you: to trust each other or not to?

“Can’t sleep?”

The soft rumble of voice startled you. Your shoulders tensed up as you turned away from the window because you knew you were breaking just another rule too: no coming out of your room after curfew. But you couldn’t stay and listen to the other girls’ stable breathing, not when it all felt like a living nightmare. Maybe Serim felt the same as a little sigh left his mouth while sitting down beside you. You let his warmth soak you in the cold night even though you probably just imagined it because you didn’t touch at all.

You shook your head no, fingers nipping on the edge of your long nightgown over your pulled up legs. It was just as much as yours as the bed you had slept in. The school provided the same variety of uniforms (yes, even your pajamas had the school logo on it) for the girls and a separate set for the boys. Having the same classes, eating the same meals, choosing from the same limited options, sometimes it felt like they were trying to transform you into the same generalized idea of a student.

“I’m worried about Hyeongjun. He hasn’t been the same since he was locked up,” you shared one of your many concerns as you thought of the chatty boy who had been uncharacteristically silent even since he was released. He wasn’t willing to tell you what they had done to him though. “And these tests? They keep getting worse. Minhee could have been seriously hurt.”

You had learned soon enough that breaking rules came with punishments. Sometimes collective ones. Like when Jungmo, Allen and Haneul had tried to run away, all of you had to go after them into the dark woods to bring them back. Or when Sieun refused to eat the lunch because it was burnt, somebody else had to eat hers too. So it was better not to try your luck, not when the teachers were watching. But now, punishments weren’t even necessary when the games they came up with were just as brutal. And was it really fair when Mrs Lee said that anything could have been done in order to pass a test when somebody cheated easily and shamelessly while others would have never done that?

“The teachers said we will soon be ready for phase two. Hopefully, it will be over then,” Serim spoke up quietly, his face casted in shadows but even in the dark, you could clearly see his warm, chocolate brown eyes.

All of you had been strangers in the beginning of the term but you two had gotten close when you sprained your ankle during a PE class and he carried you back to the base, slowing down his own time but making sure you finished before the deadline too. Otherwise you couldn’t have gotten dinner that day, just one of the numerous unreasonable motivational techniques of this place.

Serim was like your safe haven in this hell of a school. He was a natural leader: attentive, considerate and having a good sense for strategies. He knew when to speak up and when to stay quiet. No wonder the others, with some exceptions, followed him well. Yet, he kept saying that you were just as good: that you had ideas and observations he would have never come to on his own. Whether he was right or not, one thing was sure: you looked out for each other, you made a good team.

“Even you don’t believe that,” you called him out on his overly optimistic and groundless claim about the next phase because it was unlikely things were going to just magically get better once the teachers deem you ready to move on. From what, to where? Who knows?

Nevertheless, the corner of your lips curled upwards because you knew that Serim just wanted to make you feel better and less worried. You appreciated his efforts albeit they were fruitless. At least it made you smile.

“No, I don’t,” he admitted, reciprocating your small smile with his own as he playfully nudged your shoulder with his, your bodies brushing over the two layers of clothes in-between yet you felt your cheeks heat up. At least the dark helped you hide it.

Still, you felt the tension around you melt away, your shoulders relaxing as Serim reached for your hand, his bigger one enveloping yours in a comforting squeeze.

“But we will get through it together,” he promised and you believed him. Watching the moonlight draw patterns on the boy’s pretty face, you felt more at ease than before. But also restless because you knew you were breaking one more rule.

You weren’t supposed to fall in love after all.

[obligatoryidolblog]

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[restlessmaknae]

masterlist ✦ cravity

angst [🌪]  fluff [☀]  action [♦]  comforting [♥]

SERIM

✒ better together 🌪♥

academic rival!Serim x female!reader/you “don’t look at me like that” with serim + academic rivals/children of rival families to lovers [request event story]

✒ heart says yes 🌪

implied bad boy!Serim x female!reader/you “i didn’t know where else to go” + “let’s get you cleaned up” with implied bad boy!Serim [request event story]

[not-majestic-bluenicorn]

I find it really hard to think of the individual parts I’m missing in a story, so I like to use plot formulas, however, the one I usually use doesn’t work very well with more casual non-action/adventure fics so I was wondering if anyone has a plot formula that’s good for more casual, soft fics that don’t have very high stakes? (Or just straight up jump into my DMs and help me plan this family omegaverse AU for cravity)

[restlessmaknae]

This was such a beautifully written story - both when it came to the portrayal of feelings and the descriptions of the scenery and places. I could truly empathise with the reader, and I felt a weight being lifted off my chest when she started moving on. Honestly, as I was reading it, I felt like I was watching a movie, it was so vivid.

Thank you so much for sharing it with us! I wish more people read it. It was truly one of the most beautiful stories I've ever read. I know it's from a long time ago, and that you have a new blog, but I hope my feedback reaches you nevertheless.

Hope you have a great day/night! 💞

kalopsia; s. wb + reader + k. ty

pairing: seo woobin + reader + kim taeyoung

genre: angst, fluff, hanahaki au

word count: 10.4k

warnings: blood, hospital visit, light cursing, mentions of sickness, death, anxiety, and alcohol/drinking

summary: in each passing day that you grew fonder of taeyoung, more petals would come out of your lips. your heart, a garden of the most beautiful flowers, only that it was also a reminder of your unrequited love. and with the withering petals, woobin can’t bear to simply watch.

– video teaser; story playlist; masterlist; taglist form 🥀

a/n: my longest fic so far! aaaa this is for a fic exchange with the amazing @arieswonjin​​. ilysm <3 i enjoyed writing this a lot and i hope we can do more exchanges in the future! also, special thanks to @starrycrvty​​ who helped me with the editing process and cheered me up while i was losing a braincell in the development of the scenes. you’re awesome and ily. <3

hope you will enjoy this ride. send me feedback through my ask/reblogs! i’ll appreciate it a lot :>

taglist: @bunnyseongmin​​

[ will edit this again in the future; ]

regardless of how the day was already ending, flowers seemed to not lose their vibrancy. whenever a gust of air blew by, it would dance along with the wind’s melody. you took a breath, the floral scent easing your body which was probably hugged with nothing but fatigue out of the ruthless writing sessions you gave yourself for hours.

a mélange of colors in the sky; the red hue engulfing the orange tint. it was funny how despite that war of colors, in the end, the sky will turn pitch-black with scattered twinkling stars.

sure, spring was one of the most beautiful seasons. but that small amount of fondness for the aforementioned season will never be enough to make you want to experience it for the whole year. life played favorites though— it was spring for you all year round.

Keep reading

[talkingsaxy]

PHOTOS YOU'VE TAKEN OF YOUR BOYFRIEND JUNGMO

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taglist: @bang-chan-my-man

[lavenderbang]

Where are the Cravity writers on this app DAMN?!?!?

[kcake555]

Hyeongjun cake 🍰

cravity

[chanyouchan]

⌕ salada mista, indisponível

⚠ em caso de inspiração, me credite.

📆 21/02/23 | ✎ @mnini (psd)

[bobafoe]

taeyoung as a ferrari f1 driver. does anyone else see the vision.

[xjmshort]

ʚɞ Em busca da pizza (de tomates) perfeita - CS

Eu sei que esse estilo de capa divertida não tá mt em alta, mas é meu estilo fav

[blossominghunnie]

I’m gonna write another fic/imagine jsjs, an enemies to lovers since I haven’t written it yet jsjs.

(Don’t you love how I have a lot of ideas and unfinished imagines and I’m still writing and planning more? Lmao.)

If it’s a fic it’ll have a love triangle but if it’s an imagine it won’t.

I’m thinking for the love triangle to have Taeyoung of Cravity & Jaemin of NCT Dream.

And for the imagine maybe Seongmin of Cravity or Gunwook of zb1. 👀

So plsss vote. 🫶🏼

[timenote-library]

Mel

==masterlists & navigation==

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==writer info==

position === member

pronouns === she/they

birthday === December 22

age === 16

availability === online frequently

==request & fic info==

group content choices === writes for nct, ateez, enhypen, 8turn, dkz, cravity, txt, the boyz, twice, aespa, g-idle, pixy, itzy and le sserafim 

genre content choices === sfw (fluff, crack, angst, etc.), limited yandere

genres not accepted === smut/nsfw of any sort

[restlessmaknae]

restlessmaknae's request event [guide]

Celebrating 6 years on Tumblr and a number of followers I thought I would never reach, I would like to repay you for your love and support in the form of a request event. Writing is a hobby of mine that allows me to escape, to push my boundaries, and to leave an impact on readers. Even if you crack a smile, laugh at the words or feel understood by them, I'm truly honoured that you've joined me on this journey. 💞

Now, onto the good stuff.

As voted by you, readers, in a previous poll of mine, you can request stories based on genres, settings, but you can also throw a prompt into the mix.

HOW DOES THAT WORK?

You send me an ask with a genre and/or setting and a certain idol in mind, but you can add a prompt from these lists as well (they might help with certain settings):

Prompt list #1: Enemies to lovers but one is injured

Prompt list #2: Prompts for ex-lovers

Prompt list #3: Sacred romantic moments

Prompt list #4: Hurt comfort starters

Prompt list #5: "I HATE YOU, BUT I JUST DID SOMETHING TO HELP YOU AND NOW I NEED TO EXPLAIN MYSELF" prompts

Here are some examples:

best friends to lovers with Jake (Enhypen)

prince!Intak (P1Harmony) in a fantasy kingdom

zombie apocalypse au with Serim (Cravity) + enemies to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX)

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers

[prompt] with Hyunsuk (CIX) + exes to lovers + murder mystery

RULES

Smaus, bulleted stories and reaction stories can't be requested

I don't write smut, and if I feel uncomfortable by your request, I have the right to reject it and not write it

Only member x reader/OC, no member x member stories can be requested (you can specify if you want a gender-neutral reader insert story, otherwise I write female!reader stories)

I decide on how long the story will be, but I plan on writing stories less than 5k for this event (so expect drabbles and one-shots)

There's no deadline by which I plan on posting your story, it depends on how much time I have beside my full-time job and how much inspiration I have for your requested story - so please, bear with me, I'll get around to it as soon as I can 🥰

One user can request up to 2 stories - for tagging reasons, I kindly ask you to let me know about the blog you want me to tag in case you would write the ask on anon (for instance, if your main blog isn't kpop-related, you can write on anon and tell me your kpop sideblog's URL/username)

I close the requests after receiving 12 requests or by 30th September - whichever comes first

I will combine all the requests into a masterlist as soon as they start coming in, so you know that I've received your message

BANDS/ARTISTS YOU CAN MAKE REQUESTS FOR:

A.C.E

ATEEZ

CIX

CRAVITY

ENHYPEN

EPEX

GOLDEN CHILD

NCT (Mark, Johnny, Jaehyun, Doyoung, all of WayV)

ONEUS

P1HARMONY

PENTAGON

SF9

THE BOYZ

TXT

VERIVERY

VICTON

WEI

Soloists: Kang Daniel, Woodz, Demian, Ong Seungwoo, Park Jihoon

If you have more questions, don't hesitate to ask me!

Otherwise, enjoy the event and request to your heart's content! 🥰

Tagging everyone on my taglist in case you would be interested in requesting (some I couldn't tag, unfortunately): @dat-town, @stories-inbetween-the-stars, @koishua, @tranquilpetrichor, @americanokisses, @effulgentfireflies, @kuleo26, @wccycc, @littlestartonightsposts, @squiishymeow, @sunooslover, @heyditseeey, @syrxiee2, @tsunchani, @hyunjinswife, @sweetjaemss, @laaylaaz, @fvrteez, @chaeryeongs-wife, @hyu-won, @bamboongi, @kyusqult, @chang-ryul, @winterbeartaehyungbestboy, @i2kittenz, @miafox117, @hannieyooon, @soobin-chois, @ishuayou

[tm-trx]

currents.09 [2024]

selections from my week in media [25 february - 2 march 2024]

[listening]

"Candy" / H.O.T.

"IDGAF" / M.O.N.T.

"Love or Die" / CRAVITY

"Not Okay" / ATEEZ

[reading]

Mislaid in Parts Half-Known by Seanan McGuire (Wayward Childrean #9) - This entry in the series follows directly on from the previous book, Lost in the Moment and Found, which I loved. It's also a quest book, and brings in several characters from other books. I'm looking forward to rereading the two books together.

Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint by Sing-shong - This was one of my top books to read this year and I finally got a start on it. I'm only a couple chapters in, but so far it's drier than I expected considering what's happening in the story. But since I've barely started and it's 6,000+ pages, I'm not worried.

This World is Cracked and Crazy by sa_kun - Teen Wolf AU - An old favorite reread.

[watching]

Perfect Marriage Revenge - I was going to wait on this one, since I finished Marry My Husband last week, but I needed more time travel revenge in my life. It was a good decision. I love it. It feels a little bit like the old nighttime soaps that were so huge in the 70s and 80s that I wasn't allowed to watch. lol I'm sad that it's only 12 episodes.

Stay By My Side {finished: 3 stars} - It was sweet, but the characters never grew on me and the ending was a bit head-tilty. (Did Buxia really not notice his boyfriend now has the powers he lost or did I miss something? I feel like that was a pretty big relationship moment that we should have seen.)

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