#desi stay

[callmehyungoppaokay]

🫂✨SKZ COMFORT BOARD✨🫂

[not-a-kaleshi-saanp]

Girl I love your blogs and I am also a stay and a desi!

Hiii there ! And Desi stay assemble ✨✨ Thank you a lot man! Dm?!

[not-a-kaleshi-saanp]

Hyunjin...see you look very pretty but what is my garba jewellery doing over there...p.s. I'm sorry

[glassblossomsthunderstorm]

"Honestly, I don't really care why she lost. I care why he won."

- Desi Lydic

[thatstolenpayal]

40 reasons to live:

panipuri

your favourite food

roses

soft rain

thunder

journaling your soul out

reading

music

ghazals

vanilla scent

chocolate ice cream

hair wash days

a good result after toil

the winter sun

the cool breeze over your sweaty skin

seeing yourself in the mirror after crying

gossip sessions with your girlies

when a 'he' gives you butterflies

sleeping in august wrapped up in a blanket

the sound of the waves

petrichor

payals

sparrows

swans

flamingos

kittens

hugs

kisses on the cheek

building sand castles

a long bath

movie nights

stargazing

sunsets

tumblr

pinterest

silence

mandir/dargah/gurudwara/church, etc places of worship

strawberries

bollywood movies

gajras

[callmehyungoppaokay]

Bangchan: smol burrito ✨✨😭

Lee know: 😴😴🕴️

Han: ✨💅🍑

💗🐺🐰💗

[desi2go]

Royal Kiss

pairing: Hyunjin x model reader

warnings: fluff

request: Hiii I’ve never really requested before BUT I had a dream and I just needed more !!! so could you do fem idol reader and hyunjin are both Versace biggest ambassadors both of them extremely close with dontella and she and soo many fans calls them both lthe Versace prince and princess so they both announce there relationship at the Versace event by giving each other a cute lil smooch on the carpet thingy and they model together maybe a lil…. After the after party ? please add or change whatever you want I just needed someone to hear this ❤️❤️❤️

The night unfolded like a masterpiece on a canvas - each stroke of luxery, every glittering light, painting an evening that would become legend.

The Versace event wasn't just a fashion show, it was a parade of royalty, a modern court of beauty, power and opulence. The air itself shimmered, thick with the scent of ambition and allure, as though the world had taken a collective breath in anticipation.

You stood beneath the soft glow of golden spotlights, a living sculpture draped in Versace. The dress you wore was not mere fabric - it was liquid artistry, of glamour and mystery, catching the light with a shimmer that echoed centuries of opulence, but with a modern edge, sharp and cutting, like the woman who wore it.

Beside you, Hyunjin embodied elegance with an ease that seemed almost inhuman. His presence was like moonlight - cool, calm, yez undeniably magnetic. His Versace suit was cut so precisely, it seemed as though the fabric had been woven specifically for him to amplify the graceful power in every movemet. Together, you were a perfect paradox: soft and strong, gold and silver, fire and ice, embodying the duality of beauty that Versace celebrated well.

Both of you had been the face of countless Versace campaigns, known not just for your incredible looks but also your close bond with Donatella herself. Among the crowd, there were two undeniable stars: you and Hyunjin, Versace's "Prince" and "Princess".

The cameras, flashing like stars in the night sky, captured every breath you took as if they were watching gods descend to earth. The gasping fans and the murmurs of admiration were nothing new. However, tonight, there was a different kind of energy in the air.

There was something otherwordly about the way you and Hyunjin moved together, orbiting one another like celestial bodies, your energies interwined in a cosmic dance of luxery and allure. As you stepped onto the red carpet, the air seemed to still. The blinding flashes of cameras seemed to brighten, and it was as if the world narrowed its focus on just the two of you. You could hear your own heartbeat, a soft, steady rhythm against the orchestra of excitement around you, and then you felt it—the warmth of Hyunjin’s hand as he slipped his fingers between yours, grounding you in the moment.

It was more than just a casual touch, it was a signal. An unspoken agreement, a promise shared between the two of you - a vow to step into the next chapter of your lives together, not just as the faces of Versace, but as something more.

He turned toward you, his brown eyes catching yours with that familiar, shining spark—the one that set fire to the world every time your gazes locked. Slowly, deliberately, as if savoring the moment, Hyunjin leaned in. You could feel the weight of the world around you—the cameras poised, the breath of fans and celebrities alike caught in their throats, the anticipation hanging in the air like suspended stars.

And then it happened.

His pillowy lips brushed against yours, featherlight at first, a kiss so soft it could have been a dream, a sweet nothing 4, a fleeting whisper carried on the wind.

But it was real. The sweet kiss was a moment frozen in time, captured by the thousand eyes watching, as the "Versace Prince and Princess" transformed into something new—something more.

The crowd erupted in a symphony of gasps and applause, but it all melted into the background. It wasn't important anymore that you stood on the red carpet, in front of hundreds of people. In that moment, it was just you and him. The whole world blurred into nothingness as he kissed you again, deeper this time, a kiss that spoke of the countless secrets you two had kept, of the shared moments away from the spotlight, of the unspoken promise of forever.

As you pulled back, the corner of Hyunjin’s lips curled into a breath taking smile, the kind that said everything and nothing all at once. He squeezed your hand once more, and together, you walked down the rest of the red carpet, the new King and Queen of Versace, side by side. On your way to rule the world.

The cameras flashed, the fans screamed, but you were somewhere far away, lost in the aftermath of the moment. You could feel the world shifting beneath your feet, a new story unfolding, one where you were no longer just ambassadors, models, or stars of the fashion world. You were a force���a power couple whose bond extended beyond the gowns and suits, beyond the designer labels. And you couldn't stop the wide smile as you stared into your lover's eyes in awe, completely forgetting where you were.

Donatella herself, watching from the end of the carpet, gave you a knowing smile, her eyes gleaming with pride. She had always known this moment would come—after all, she had crowned you both long before anyone else did. She had called you her Prince and Princess, her muses, her stars. Before Hyunjin and you had even met for the first time, she knew that you could be more, that you would complement each other perfectly well.

And she was right. The moment you two looked at each other for the first time, the world seemed to stop. From there on, there was this tension between you and it was just a matter of time when you would fall in love.

Now, Donatella saw before her the true royalty of Versace: two hearts, two souls, united in the world of luxury, and forever intertwined beyond it.

The world had been waiting for this moment. And now that it had arrived, it was more beautiful than anyone could have ever imagined.

[x3nshit]

contrary to popular belief, drinking water does indeed help

[ciderjacks]

*looks up something specific to a native issue*

Google: here’s a bunch of advice for Indians 🇮🇳 advice for South Asian people. Here you go.

me, having so very explicitly typed “indigenous” or “Native American” into the search:

[callmehyungoppaokay]

❤️‍🩹 So this is love

So this is what makes life divine

I'm all aglow, mm

And now I know

The key to all heaven is mine

My heart has wings, mm

And I can fly

I'll touch every star in the sky

So this is the miracle

That I've been dreaming of ❤️‍🩹

[bluephoenixrising11]

Studying because the rain in my city isn't enough to cancel school and classes 😭

[beebee18]

My life?

Chan x Reader

(Inspired by @cheeseceli )

Super self indulgent (had a dream about it)

Reader speaks English and Hindi. (She's me)

Genre; Major fluff, curious Chan, whipped Chan.

Summary; When Chan feels like he could indulge in nicknames but not Korean or English, something else...

Would LOVE some feedback, it's my first piece to ever be posted on here. Thank you for reading 🎀

Main masterlist skz masterlist

He loved listening to you speak Hindi/Urdu. He thought it sounded sweet from you. True you did speak Hindi softer than English, you just thought that the language is 'softness' personified.

So when you were on your phone with you mom, he sat down beside you smiling to greet you. You smiled back and kept speaking into the phone now thinking to cut the conversation short as Chan was finally home, at 2am mind you.

"Accha maa abhi rakhti hoon, raat ke 2 baj rahe hai idhar." You say into the phone

(Okay mom I'll hang up now, it's 2 at night here.)

"Haa beta, so jaana and tell Chan I said 'Hi'." She says.

(Okay baby, go to sleep...)

"Haa bol doongi, love you." You says lastly, your finger hovering over the screen to end the call.

(Yes, I'll tell him...)

"Love you mere jigar ka tukda." With a kiss into the speaker she hangs up as you turn to face Chan.

He looked at you with awe and a little preplexed.

"Bed?" You asked getting up and stretching, looking at him for response.

"Bed." He nods taking your hand and leading you to cuddle you to death. (probably)

Next morning was something else...

"I want to call you something in Hindi, like a nickname. " He says from the dining table chair, as you prepare breakfast.

"Is there a special reason?" You ask plating the French toast now.

"No reason, I just want to." He says pulling you into him, smushing his face into your chest. You giggled at him.

"Okay" You replied, moving back to sit down next to him.

(Later)

"What about 'love'?"

"Pyaar."

"Princess?"

"Rajkumari."

"Angel?"

"Pari."

"I don't love any of them." Chan whined, looking up at you from his head placed on your lap. Doe eyes on complete display with utter annoyance glazed over them.

"You don't have to use them Channie, just call me 'baby' or something. I really don't mind." You assure him, not wanting to make him feel worse.

"But you call me 'jagi' sometimes and it makes me feel all tingly. I wanna do the same." He says, a little sad.

"Oh, what did your mom call you last night? Right before she hung up." He says sitting up straight and turning to you.

"Jigar ka tukda?" He nods violently at your words.

"Chan that means 'piece of my liver', it's not very endearing when it's translated but it's the sweetest thing in Hindi. Also, that's more of a parent-child nickname." You say as his expression turned from excited to grossed out to sad, again.

"Do you think we'll find something cute in animals?" He asks clearly determined to find a suitable name to call you.

"Maybe, I don't know." You shrugged.

"Bunny?"

"Khargosh...nope."

"Agreed, pup?"

"I'd rather you don't call me that at all."

"I was just teasing. Butterfly?"

"Titli."

"Why does it sound weird?" He asks as his face scrunches up.

"You're just saying that cause all you hear when I say it is 'Tit'." You giggle pinching his cheek.

"I do." He laughs, a light blush covering his neck.

"Let's pause this topic here, I'm hungry." You say to him pouting.

"Let's go out, I know this dude, that is an a-mazing chef." He gets up from the sofa pulling you up with his hand in yours and walking towards the door.

A few minutes later you were inside the cuties dorm.

"So by 'going out' you meant the dorms?"

"I meant, anywhere but home."

"And by 'a-mazing chef' you meant Minho?"

"Yep." He pops the 'p' at the end, kisses your temple before informing you that he's gonna go annoy Felix in his room.

You sit down beside Seungmin and Jeongin on the sofa as they play Mario Kart, very focused.

They greet with smiles and nods and hums.

You don't say much either as they seemed engrossed and you didn't wanna see them whine about loosing because of you later at lunch.

"Lunch is served." Says Minho standing in the middle of the dorm in an cartoonish voice.

Everybody settled on the dining table, Minho began to describe the meal he had prepared as the maknaes looked impatient to dig in.

Jeongin taking a bite as soon as Minho finished so everyone could start eating, earning an eye roll from Minho making Chan laugh a little.

"Jaan, could you pass the salt."

You pass the salt to him before fully processing what he said and freezed...

"What....did you call me?" You look at him, a little shocked but also curious.

"Jaan, do you like it?" He asks, looking at his plate, a little shy now as the boys were looking at you both in interest.

"Do I like it?? Channie that's like the best nickname anyone could ever use!!" You smile the widest with a blushing face and kiss his cheek while hugging his side, almost falling down.

He hugs you back of course (saving you from face-planting) laughing to himself.

A gagging sound from Seungmin brought you back to reality, as you looked around you saw a smirk from Felix.

"Did you use Google?" The first thing you asked as soon as you were out of the cuties dorm as your curiosity got the best of you.

"I didn't, jaan." Be says glancing at you with a proud smile before looking back to the road.

Everytime he used it, it felt unreal.

Did he even know the meaning. Of course he did. He wouldn't use such a word all the time without knowing the meaning right?

"Do you know what it means?" You ask, wondering how he found out about it if not for Google.

"Yeah, means you're my life." He answers grinning wide, glancing at you again to gauge your expression. You looked just about ready to be a ripe tomato wanting to melt away.

"How do you know it?" You couldn't just leave it, he could've seen it on the internet somewhere, Hindi wasn't exactly an unpopular language.

"Okay fine, I called your mom and she said she didn't have any but your dad always uses the word for her, so I asked her for the meaning." He says parking the car and coming around to open your door for you.

"So now you're besties with maa?" You snicker at him and walk towards your apartment door.

He's right behind you, his hands on your waist walking into the flat with you and kicking the door closed behind him.

"Can't blame me jaan, you're besties with my entire family." He says kissing your cheek and plopping down on the sofa, patting the space next to him.

"Hayee meri jaan, mera to dil aa gaya." You say kissing him and snuggling in his chest.

(My life, you've got my heart)

"I'm too tired to look for the meaning today. Let's sleep." He says kissing the top of your head and leading you to the bedroom.

"Old man needs his sleep." Seungmin's jokes rubbing off on you was not something Chan was pleased about as he mumbled a 'sure old woman' before pulling you into bed, into his chest to waft away into dreamland.

"Jaan, meri jaan." A soft whisper left his lips before kissing your temple and falling into a deep sleep.

[ihrtlino]

“Nazar.” ---------------------------------------

(ie. Captured my interest.)

pairing: Desi dancer y/n x poetry lover Minho.

synopsis: How could Minhos eyes never leave her? she just seemed to capture anyone’s attention.

word count: 839 words, 4871 characters.

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🪕 🪷

Minho hadn’t meant to look.

He would have walked by, the dusty tattered book of handwritten poetry being his main interest. Despite being uninterested in the topic of romance, it sparked emotion in his soul.

His feline eyes had seemed engrossed in the faded but coarse letters - although his ears caught on to the faint tunes and crowd, whistling and chattering excitedly in the distance.

Putting his book aside, he seemed to allow his body to drag him to the location of interest.

Women and men adorned in lavish style, gems and various adornments decorating their silk and lace blouses and skirts as they excitedly gaze ahead, chattering amongst themselves. Typical higher class attitude, Which Minho despised.

The money, power and rich attitude. They had it all. Their hearts just didn’t reflect the same generosity.

The space seemed to be a rather chipped although grand architectural space, stone seats acquired for those to be seated. Small lamps and lit eathern diya’s sparkle along the dim walls. It seemed quite full, The most properly lit space - the large stage covered by red flooring and empty for now. The stage’s backdrops are lavish black curtains, made of net and roped with fancier lighting.

The event seems to just be starting, Minho too enamoured to refuse a seat.

Musicians sit by the corner of the stage, microphones near their instruments for audible hearing in the crowded audience - a burly man and rather hefty woman quite heavily drowned in richest clothing they can afford, seeming to be the singers of the evening.

Minhos heart races in his chest, round eyes having to absorb the chilling but exquisite energy in this event. He’d never felt this way before, especially having always been engrossed in books or staying away from crowds. Now he was too fascinated to leave, not unless he saw the main event.

Finding a seat in the midst of the crowd, he squeezes himself between. Body buzzing with curiosity and anticipation burning in his veins, he’s never felt such emotion for an event.

Admist the murmurs of the crowd, the jingles of heavy anklets and chimes of the oxidised jewellery silences the crowd. Minho tenses as the stage light dims, almost falling dark.

A silhouette seems to glitter in the dark, the white light enunciating her bodily curves - reflecting off her chest and graceful arms as she takes position.

Her outfit, the embodiment of the swan feathers and gleaming of white - her figure so delicate but full of energy that is controlled until she begins to move.

Her face, covered by the lacey fabric adorned with glitter - sparkles along with the makeup that highlights her features. The jewellery, probably costing dimes a dozen blind the audience, signifying the amount of elegance and beauty of the woman present before the audience.

The tune begins to flood people’s ears, and Oh, is Minho taken aback.

She’s beyond breathtaking - an angel which no one can dream of having. He’s beyond words, beyond the poetry that remains in his heart.

He feels like his book has come to life, hypnotising him into a trance that he can’t refuse even if he wished to.

His whole body burns for more, unable to move an inch in his seat as his pupils follow even the slightest movement this dancer has graced everyone’s presence with.

Her body seems to tell a story - writhing, battling against invisible obstacles and melting against the melody which cascades her form.

Her eyes, so raw of emotion glittering under the lights as they portray it all within flashes - love, betrayal, power. It sweeps Minho of his feet.

he’s mesmerised.

The powerful duo of the singers voices boom into the audiences ears, leaving them desiring for more as the silence speaks much louder than ever.

She spins, writhes on the floor, her body flowing freely as a river - her dress following her movements, ornaments tuning to the music and her body hypnotised.

The audience is left stunned in silence, as their widened pupils watch.

Soon, the song seems to die down - the singers voices dulling overtime as the song ends.

The dancers movements soften, the beautiful female who’d captured almost 2500 people’s attention has her chest heave up and down as she seemed so drunk in the song.

Taking her final position, she gazes away from the crowd - breath shallow.

The audience can’t even seem to move a muscle, too overwhelmed to even react - until someone enthusiastically whistles, erupting the crowd into a standing eruption and loud cheers.

The female dancer gasps under her breath in shock, slowly standing up and bowing politely.

Minho, whose breathing is so laboured, palms sweaty and mind a mess - jumps up and claps the loudest he can, eyes never leaving hers.

That is when your eyes meet.

Hers.

And his.

Round feline eyes capturing hers.

It’s You, the female he’s so mesmerized with.

“Jisse uski nazar hati hi nahi.”

(through which his eyesight never left.)

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just a small Drabble that I was very interested to write. Hope you enjoyed it :)

Tags: @weird-bookworm @dandelions-143 @calypsohan

(let me know if you’d like to be tagged!)

[meanslackofart]

if only someone paid much attention to the words i ever spoke, the inner child would have been healed long back

[greektragedybitch]

"modern/progressive" desi parents are fine with everything as long as it is not in their house

[ramblingsfromthytruly]

oh to skim my hands over another girl's shoulders as she's in front of the mirror putting on her big jhumkas and then i lean into her side a bit cuz we have only one mirror and i need to put on my eyeliner and then she looks at me and asks me to do her eyeliner so i get closer and we're just giggling and i tell her to hold still because we'll be late and i softly hold the side of her face with one hand and draw on her eyelids with the other and-