#everytime i find something new by him i go through all the stages of the kombucha meme girl several times

[saltnsugarbear]

KNOCK KNOCK congratulations on your celebration!!

“This is wrong.” “So wrong.” While continuing to pull at each others clothes, mind fogged with nothing but lust and arousal. With Carmy perhaps 🧎🏼‍♀️ forbidden romance of some sort

this got soooo far away from me ummm

word count: 2.1k, it got so far from me guys

content warnings: MDNI!!! afab reader genitalia, unprotected sex, mentioned drinking, mentions of the walk-in incident

side note: i finally get to clock in on my "what if reader was claires sibling" bullshit, which no identifiers are mentioned so they could be adopted, but we're a bit messy lmao

You've always had a thing for Carmen Berzatto.

The boy down the street. The youngest of the three bears.

However you spent more time with Nat, dragged into her orbit on the volleyball court. She was peeking over your shoulder one day, looking at the shot you had gotten of the rival girls on the field. After that you two became attached at the hip until she graduated. Even afterwards you still kept in contact while going through your separate schools.

Nat was there when you walked across the stage. Seeing you and Carmy walk across the stage that afternoon left Natalie in tears in the crowd, clapping as loud as she could when they called your name.

Being friends with Nat and related to Claire left you little room to entertain your crush though. Being in the same year as both of them was enough to make you hit your head on the desk everytime they stared longingly at each other. It made you want to tear your hair out.

Claire wasn't very good at keeping a diary, leaving it out on her bed or desk. Wide open for anyone to read.

That's how you knew about her crush on Carmen. The way she talked about him, made him out to be this mythical shy guy who couldn't speak up for himself. (Mostly she complained about school but didn't you all?)

So high school yielded no action for you. Instead pining from afar, lingering in rooms when Sugar sparingly invited you to her house.

Richie always seemed to be around that house, entering or leaving or hearing him from inside the house. You had seen from your own front lawn how Richie and Mikey liked to dog on Carmy, arm slung around his shoulder and laughing loudly as Carmen's ears and face flushed. Sometimes Nat was there, shoving at Richie's arm as he tried to boost to her something he and Mikey had done.

So being in Carmy's orbit was enough until he went off to New York and Copenhagan and you never saw him again.

Not until Claire texted you saying she had run into Carmy at the grocery store.

Hearing the ups and downs of Claire and Carmy's relationship almost daily was grueling. Their adventures and scheming and spending the night at his house finally.

But it got you back in contact with Sugar, which was nice. You got to catch up with her on her grieving and her life with Pete and her expected baby.

Claire and Sugar invited you to friend's and family night at his restaurant. An exclusive time at the newest fine dining in Chicago. It was obvious you would go, invited not once but twice it basically played into your lap.

That's how you ended up watching Claire walk out of The Bear's kitchen with tears in her eyes. Richie is quick to trade places with her as you watch her walk out of the front door, the two Faks tailing behind her.

The screaming on Richie's side of the door is messy and loud. You can't even hear Carmy through the door.

Sugar keeps you around for support and clean up as the hardware man takes out the door. The sound of the saw is loud as you wipe down counters and return dishes to cabinets.

Carmy makes his presence sparing when he gets out of the walk-in, beelining for the back door. After a few minutes Sugar comes to find you.

"Hey.." She leans against the counter, watching you scrub at a particularly annoying spot.

"Hmm?" You hum, glancing at her quickly.

"You're good to leave... I... I'm sorry about... All of tonight, I didn't think..." Natalie trails off.

"Didn't think Carmy would break up with my sister?" You ask dryly. Natalie huffs next to you, ducking her head forward and leaning her forehead against your shoulder.

"Yeah... It's... I'm sorry.." Natalie sighs as you bring an arm around her. "I appreciate you..."

You hum softly, resting your cheek against the top of her head. "S'okay.."

"Nat?" It's Pete. Calling from the dining area before his head peeks in. Both of you turn to face him where he stands in the doorway holding Sugar's coat.

"Thank you, again.." Nat sighs, placing a quick kiss to your temple before letting go of you and heading towards Pete.

Natalie leaving means your in the kitchen mostly by yourself, save for the hardware guy.

He's not your problem so you head for the back door, collecting one of the coats from where it hangs and tugging it on before walking outside.

You find Carmy leaning against his car, cigarette between his lips and jacket unbuttoned, showing you the white tee that hugs his chest tight. He's built muscle since the last time you saw him... Back in high school.

"Hey..." You call softly to him, crossing your arms over your chest as you walk towards him cautiously.

"Hmm.." Carmy hums as he exhales, removing the cigarette from his lips before he turns to you. "Oh shit.."

His response makes you huff, smiling at him softly.

"You grew up." He says it as an observation but it makes your cheeks flush.

"So did you.." You tell him, tilting your head to the side. Carmy shrugs at this, sliding down his car to make room for you next to him.

"Gonna yell at me, too?" He asks, bringing the stick back to his mouth and inhaling.

"No..." You tell him, sliding onto the edge of the hood. "You've been yelled at enough tonight, let you have a break."

Carmy shakes his head before offering you his cigarette. You take it graciously, having only ever smoked a few times.

"Didn't know Sugar still kept you around..." He says casually, watching as you bring the cigarette to your lips and inhale shortly.

You hum around the filter before handing it back to him.

"Not so much anymore.. Both too busy for it.." You shrug. "Kind of hid away after you left. Didn't hear from her too often until um... Until Mikey.."

"Oh.." Carmy says and you sigh. "Didn't know that um.. that she-"

"S'okay," you tell him. "You didn't know.. Partially my fault, phone works both ways. Since you're unaware of that."

Carmy scoffs, shaking his head at you again and making you chuckle.

"Sorry I didn't uh... I didn't see you at her table..." He doesn't have to say who's table. He was so enraptured with her and it wasn't anything new. But this time it looked like a tainted enrapture, one that was going to drive him mad.

"Nothing new.." You mutter, tucking your burrowed coat in close.

"What does that mean?" Carmy snickers, looking at you sideways. You shrug, softly tapping your heel against the car.

"Just that.... Well just that you never really paid attention to me whenever she was around.." You twist your fingers around a loose string hanging from your hood. "So like... It wasn't a surprise you didn't notice me.."

You don't know why you're saying all of this. Maybe it's the wine they so readily supplied, making you loose lipped. Carmy's looking at you absolutely bewildered.

"What-"

"It's really not that big of deal, Carmy. Did it when we were in school too, not a big thing.." You brush him off, waving your hand at him like you can physically clear it from the board.

"But-"

"Doesn't matter," you cut him off. "Doesn't matter, doesn’t matter. Doesn't-"

You press a finger to his lips when he trys to speak up again. "Matter."

Carmy huffs against your finger when you're done.

"Done?" Carmy asks you while you study him. When you're sure that he's not going to try talking again, you remove your finger from his lips.

You watch as Carmy let's his cigarette fall, snuffing it out when he turns to face his body towards yours. You both stare at each other for a moment, glancing over every little feature that might have changed.

Somewhere between your impromptu staring contest and your back hitting Carmy's front door, someone had made the move. Maybe it was Carmy who brought his hand to cradle your jaw and closed the gap. Maybe you had pushed off the hood of the car and pushed Carmy up against the car door.

What ever it was had you up against Carmy's door, breathing heavily as he fumbles for his keys. Carmy fumbles with his keys, swearing softly as he pushes his hips harder against yours. You whine as the lock finally clicks, door pushing open behind you as Carmy leads you.

As soon as the doors closed Carmy is reconnecting your lips, guiding you back, back, back until your lower back hits a rough edge. The force surprises a groan out of you, welcoming Carmy to explore your mouth. Carmy's hands are firm as they climb upwards, resting and squeezing softly at your chest. He's quick to tangle his fingers in your shirt, tugging it up and breaking the kiss to lift it over your head and leaving you in just your under clothes. The way he whines when he can finally get his hands on you is intoxicating, driving your hands to grab at his waistband.

Carmy's own fingers snake down to pop the button of your pants, tugging down your zipper with ease.

"This is wrong.." Carmy pants against your lips, hooking his thumbs in your waistband of your pants and underwear and shoving them down your thighs.

"So wrong..." You say, tugging his belt out of the buckle and undoing his button and zipper.

"We should stop..." Carmy betrays his words, helping you push down his pants and stepping out of them to push up against you. His erection is painfully obvious as he grinds against you.

"Definitely," you agree, pushing yourself up onto his counter. You kick your pants off, letting them fall to the floor at Carmy's feet. Carmy groans into your skin, pressing kisses to your neck as his hands knead at your thighs.

"You should.... Should go.." He whispers against your collarbone as his hands slide just out of reach of your core. You can't fight the whine you let out at his teasing touch, grabbing his wrist to coax him closer.

"Uh-huh.." You nod, closing your eyes as the pads of his fingers swipe between your folds. Carmy's breathing is heavy as he prods at your entrance, resting his forehead against your shoulder.

When he finally pushes in, you can feel his sharp inhale against your skin. His reaction causes you to open your eyes, looking down and following his gaze. Carmy is watching the way his middle and ring fingers stretch you open, pushing until he's to the knuckles. You whine softly as Carmy curls his fingers up against your inner walls, grinding the heel of his hand against your clit causing you to buck up to his hold. He starts with shallow thrusts, driving his fingers deep and yours into his curls.

"Need.... Need now, Carm..." You whine, bucking up into his motions. Carmen groans softly, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. The hand not in his hair, slips fingers into the waistband of his boxers, tugging down at the elastic. He groans softly, starting to trail kisses up along your neck again.

"Please, Carm.." You whisper as he slowly starts slipping his fingers out of you, making you pout at the loss. His hands are quick to take over for yours, shoving off his boxers and letting his length spring free.

"Sure 'bout this?" He whispers against your cheek, nipping softly along your jaw.

"Uh-huh.." You nod, scooting your hips closer to the edge of the counter and feeling the warmth of him against your thigh. "Y're so warm, Carmy..."

The twitch he gives you in response to your whine makes you grin, capturing his lips quickly. "Please?"

Carmen is easy to persuade, bringing your knees to his sides and nudging his head up against your entrance. The first push makes you inhale sharply, just the tip much thicker than his two fingers. Carmy groans next to your ear, hands holding your hips tight.

"S'warm... Tight..." Carmy grunts, pushing a little deeper at his own words. You nod anyways, not registering his words but your body does. Carmy whines when he feels your walls clenching around him, bringing one of his hands to guide your face to him and kissing you deeply.

With you distracted Carmy is able to push until his hips are flush with yours, making you both groan.

"Gonna make you feel s'good.." Carmy promises.

And he does.

[harukyuu2]

Hiii can you write a Ivan x reader fic where reader has vision impairment?

Ivan loves stars, so he takes reader to stargaze with him. He yaps about the stars and what they mean (he read a lot of books about them) all night long. Reader doesn't really see anything in the sky, so they don't know what he's talking about but they love hearing him talk. They listen to the things Ivan says about the stars and imagine them themself.

When the nights end, they write down everything in a diary, drawing the stars according to what they think they'd look like. Ivan doesn't know about Reader's vision impairment. So, when Reader gave him their diary for him to read, he saw all the things he said written down with multiple wrong pictures drawn above.

LOVE YOUR WRITING BTWWW!!!

✧╰┈➤ ❝Youre my star!❞ Ivan x Reader *ੈ✩‧₊˚

!! - Fluff, gn reader, ivan and reader are adults already so Alien Stage starts soon!! Reader has vision impairment (i had to do a little research so i hope its writted correctly D:), reader is kinda shy. -> I put a small answer at the endd <3

A star.

A star is a concept you heard many times since childhood, but yet you were never able to see it. A star is always described to you as something gorgeous in the sky, but your eyes arent able to see it— Ah, you feel envy for missing things that are small for others.

Such a foreign concept was explained many times since years ago to you by Ivan, a guy who got into the same season of Alien Stage as you and, luckily, became close one random day —without even asking for permission to follow you around— thanks to ANAKT GARDEN. It didnt feel that bad, the lessons you received there, thanks to Ivan being by your side.

It became a tradition that atleast one night of the week, you two would go to the garden part of ANAKT to look at the sky while he ranted your ear off about the visible stars— something he admired a lot and loved how you heared everything he had to say. Everytime he learned something new, he was excited to find you since you would actually hear him, but he kept them for those special nights at the end.

But still, there were unspoken things between you two, even if those nights were completely honesty for both. The definition of "lie" doesnt enter in this concept, or atleast thats what you two think, since there was never the need to mention that you didnt see the stars as Ivan did— or that he never mentioned that the sky of the garden in ANAKT was artificial and just a recreation of the outside.

Night had fallen, and Ivan came to your room to guide you to the garden, where you lay on the grass to watch the stars together— even if you werent able to. Ivan laughs slightly and started talking as always, but an idea came to your mind. Maybe if you paid more attention than usual, listening to him intently, you could try to draw a star from his descriptions and finally see if you truly knew what a star was.

"You know, the other day i read on a book that for at least part of its life, a star shines due to the thermonuclear fusion of hydrogen into helium in the core of it, which releases energy. This energy travels through the star's interior and is then radiated into outer space!" - Ivan started ranting and you blinked confused

You got frozen for a moment— thermonuclear fusion? helium? The hell is that!? and was he really allowed to read those books? You didnt have an idea what he was talking about right now since it seems today's talk goes more to the scientific side than the 'stars are pretty' side...

Still, you tried your best to hear his explanation, trying to imagine what a star would look like...energy? So its like a ball? a white ball...? You usually didnt interrupt Ivan, letting him make the flow of the conversation, but since today you were curious, you asked him small questions about some words you didnt know the meaning of or tried to figure out the shape of a star

After letting Ivan rant you of the stars a couple of hours, he guided you to your room again since tomorrow the lessons with the guardians start pretty early, he didnt want you to be tired. He smiles teasingly at you while walking.

"You know, youre like my star! Youre just as bright at them!"

You couldnt help but blush slightly, touched by his compliment. Even if you had never seen one, you trusted him— trusted that they were utterly gorgeous, and thats why he talked about them so much to you. Your smile made Ivan's heart ache for warmth. Couldnt he keep talking about stars in your bedroom? Would that be wrong?

"Really...? Then, youre my star too Ivan!" - The smile you gived him spoke volumes between you two, but Ivan rarely decided to not push it. Patting your head and going away so you can rest.

But as you entered your solitary room, you knew pretty well you werent gonna rest today. You focused your energy on making several notes in a small journal you had, filling it with lots of informations, several question marks and certain information marked with exclamations— other totally scratched because you dont remember if Ivan said it or you didnt understand it.

Once you thought that the information was done by now, you started to try sketching it, but it was hard— how could something that produces light be spiky but also different when you see it on the sky? It was a hard concept to draw, more since the only part you remember from how stars look are small fragments of Ivan's rants and the cientific explanation of today— it was making your drawings looks like you were falling into madness, you kinda were though...

Being in a room with four walls, no windows, and no clock made it difficult to know what time it was— but you knew you had been on this for a while. The way your head hurt from trying to understand what the heck thermonuclear fusion meant told you pretty much everything about the time!

In the end, after endless pages of failed attempts, you decided to summarize the most important information on a final page, where you also added three clean sketches of what you thought stars looked like. Did you get it right? You hope so.

For now, you're going to sleep and recharge your energy before meeting Ivan again.

...

The morning started with the usual breakfast, and then you had to go to your vocal class. It seemed that today, Ivan had a different schedule than yours, so, gathering a lot of courage, you yanked him into a secluded hall to talk. Your heart beat fast as you saw his surprised blinks at you— this could get you in trouble! But the journal on your back, held so tightly that you could swear you were about to fold it, calmed you a little.

Ivan got excited! Even if it could be dangerous for you two to miss classes, he grinned from ear to ear and tilted his head - "Aww! Missing me already?? We could had meet later, but if youre that desesperate i guess i can—"

You made him shut up a moment by putting your hand over his mouth, huffing and grumbling for him to shut up a second since you had something to show him, and how could he say no to that? He quickly shaked his head excitedly up and down, what could you want to show him?

As you shyly showed him the page with your idea of a star, he blinked confused, then decided to take the journal from your hands without thinking too much. You knew very well that if he was curious, he wouldnt let you take it back anytime soon, so you felt the need to quickly explain yourself— tripping slightly over your words, as guilt crept in for never mentioning your little problem to him before.

"Uhm, i tried...drawing a star, i uhm— actually never saw them, so i tried to recreate them from what you said to me! Since you admire them so much and all..."

Ivan was in shock, deciding to see through the other pages where you had written down information and sketched other discarded ideas. Even if you felt embarrassed, he didnt notice— too focused on examining them. All the concepts you had sketched were wrong. He wasnt mad, though; he understood pretty well that if someone who had never seen a star tried to draw one based only on a scientific or creative explanation, it wouldnt be easy.

Still, he left a small smile— a genuine one that reflected the deep warmth you made him feel. Even if this was the only way you acknowledged him, who else would want to listen to him rant about stars all night? Only you.

Ivan closed the journal only with one hand and turned to see you, when he saw your nervous gaze, he wondered why couldnt you see the stars, he had a little idea— but you know what? it didnt matter now. He had plenty of time to ask you later. - "They're all wrong."

He simply said and your heart sinked into sadness, he was mad right? after all, you kept that secret from him and...he patted your head? you felt your hair being ruffled, and when you looked up you finded him still with a big smile that showed his fang.

"Heeyy!! You didnt let me finish, dummy... It was my fault though, i gived you too difficult ideas, didnt i? My bad. Lets meet tonight and i'll show you what a true star looks like, how people draw them and why they're so gorgeous...just like you! Anyways, lets meet on the night, i dont want to cause you trouble now, bye lovely!"

He said, pushing you back toward the hall where your vocal class was. He gave you a kiss on the head, and you felt your cheeks grow warmer as you hugged the journal to your chest. He didnt even question you or blame you for anything. No matter what you did, Ivan wouldnt get mad at you… Hearing him talk endlessly about stars is the least you can do for him, after all.

You may have gotten every concept wrong, but hey! That just means tonight's talk will be even longer, you'll have more time with Ivan!

Ivan was truly your light, your star, just as you were his one. It wont take long until you two collide into each other creating a more vibrant light in this space of darkness.

!! - HII ANONNN sorry i took pretty long with this, but i hope you liked it if youre still around!! i hope i did it correctly and keeping the idea you had, i couldnt help but get a little emotionalll, such a pretty request, i loved it :( <3

[antoncyng]

౨{ 성한빈 }ৎ ..𝐈𝐅 𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘

• 𝑺ynopsis ; after hanbin’s death over tour, you start receiving messages from his number, thinking it was a sick joke, you ignored them. but one message eventually caught your eye, was this really him?

( 성한빈 ) 𓆩♡𓆪. 𝑭 ! reader wc 2.2k (shocker) genre angst with no happy ending, fluff if you squint, pretty much just really sad warning (𝒔) heavy mention of death, mentions of depression and struggle eating, petnames used { 💌 } note from 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊 hello this is my first time writing angst or writing a full fic in general in so long so i’m very sorry if this is lowk horrible.. i definitely tried 🥲 not proofread btw!! i’m too lazy

𝑷𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑬! send feedback & reblog ♡

♪ 𝑷LAYING ( 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 ) by 재현 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍

“ 𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀, tell me your favorite love song “

he sang through the phone, watching his fingers lightly strum the strings of his guitar, his voice angelic as it hit your side of the line. you hated this, having to call everytime you missed him instead of being able to go downstairs and see his face in front of you, his presence in yours.

you loved how happy he was with his job and his members, how he loved them like family and even introduced you to them, but you hated how it caused him to have to be busy or overseas so constantly. what if something were to happen to him? you couldn’t run over there and be his hero while he was thousands of miles away.

“ 𝐈 wanna sing it with you “

how was it possible? his voice so angelic, your eyes were already getting heavy, the song just started. you couldn’t sleep yet, you told him you would talk to him all night, it was only 9 pm for him.

you wanted to stay awake, you really tried, even if hanbin told you it was okay to sleep first. but your plan didn’t go to work as you slowly fell asleep to the sound of his voice, his fingertips brushing against the strings of his guitar.

“𝑩𝑨𝑩𝒀, show me the streets where you come from “

he sang, hearing his own voice softly leave his throat. he also hated this. as much as he loved seeing his fans and singing on stage, he loved being able to protect you with every step you take while being right by your side even more. he knew the day was coming, he felt weaker and weaker.

but why couldn’t he tell you? you should know, out of everybody closest to him, you deserve to know the most. but something in him couldn’t bring himself to break the news to you, he knew soon enough it would be too late, but it still didn’t encourage him to find the heart to tell you. instead, it discouraged him even more. he couldn’t handle seeing you cry, watching your heart reach out for him as your time together ran thin.

“ 𝐈 wanna walk them with you “

his voice nearly cracked. ‘i’m so sorry, i’m so sorry.’ was all that could be said in his head as he watched your chest move up and down slowly, your eyes closed shut as you slept peacefully. he couldn’t help but feel the weight of guilt only get heavier. his heart was hurting, reaching out for comfort from you.

the thing he wanted most right now was to be by your side. hugging you in your sleep until you felt protected in his arms. he hated the thought of leaving you for good, leaving you to become vulnerable to all the harsh realities in the world, leaving you alone and scared without him there to protect you and tell you everything will be okay with him by your side. because he won’t, he won’t be there by your side.

who’s gonna remind you that everything will be okay? why do things have to end like this? why does this world have to be so so cruel?

“ 𝐓ell me right from the start “

everything was going so perfect. you just hit your one and a half year anniversary, even if you had to celebrate together over facetime. it felt like a dream of where you two were right now.

he was so perfect for you, you two were convinced you were each others soulmates. he blamed himself for everything, why couldn’t he have worked harder to stop the sickness? why did he let the ill feeling take over his power? he felt himself get weaker as he gently strum the strings of his guitar, tears blurring his eyes as he paused to look up, preventing them from falling.

he looked back forward, seeing the dark city view from his hotel window, and all he could do was pray. his guitar sitting in his lap, you sleeping on the other line of the phone, he prayed that nights like this would stay longer. he prayed that he could forever stay by your side, protecting you constantly even if he wasn’t there to be next to you physically.

‘i love you so much, angel, forever and always. sleep well’ he whispered under his breath, watching you sleep peacefully, hopefully dreaming about him and your guys future, smiling sympathetically as slow tears rolled down his cheeks before ending the facetime.

“ 𝐓ell me who you are “

the day of zerobaseone’s last concert in Bangkok was about to start, backstage putting in their in-ears as they warmed up their voices and stretched their limbs. hanbin was seen texting you in the corner, smiling at your messages.

but nobody knew how hanbin was feeling. he wanted to apologize and break down to all of his members right there, get on his knees and beg for forgiveness for having to leave them so soon. he felt his body weaken, his head already pounding and light headed as if he could faint any minute, but he kept it in.

tears welt up in his eyes as he cleared his throat and looked up, blinking before anybody could see him.

“hanbin-ah! what are you doing in the corner?!” he turned his head, hearing zhanghao call his name, seeing all of them grouped in a circle. zhanghao signaled for him to join in to chant before the concert started. he left you a quick text, sending an ‘i love you’, feeling guilty because that would be the last text you got from him. was it really?

he joined in, smiling at the feel of his second family, putting his hand in as he started the encouragement, leaving everyone with a smile before lining up to get on stage.

“ 𝐄very piece of your heart “

the concert had been going well, hanbin feeling the overwhelming love from his fans as he looked at all of the crowd, his eyes welting up with tears as ‘HELLO’ began to play. members walking all around the stage in different outfits now, hanbin smiling emotionally at the sight of the amount of people who came all this way just to support him and his group.

he felt it coming, he knew it was soon. he lifted his mic to sing, opened his mouth as he was ready to hear his voice come out, and that’s when everything went black.

his voice stuck in his throat, trying to clear it as he heard muffled sounds shouting out for him, his eyes shutting closed as he fell unconscious to the floor, his heart pounding loudly in his ears as tears rolled from his closed eyes. why did this have to be the end? why did he have to be harshly taken away from the people he loved the most? and right in front of them? he wanted to wake up, tell everyone he was okay and continue to sing. but instead, he got taken backstage and given cpr, trying to find a pulse until the ambulance arrived.

“𝐄very bruise and scar.”

he laid in the hospital bed as all he could hear was the heart monitor beeping. he couldn’t move, couldn’t open his eyes, couldn’t open his mouth to tell his sobbing members that he’ll be okay, guilty knowing deep he wouldn’t be okay.

“ 𝐈 wanna know “

𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 of death: 11:36 PM, 02/02/25.

‘why? why couldn’t you tell me? why did you have to leave so soon? why did it have to end like this?’ you said, sobbing into the voicemail box to hanbin’s number. hearing the news from jiwoong, your heart shattered, feeling like you just got brutally stabbed and turning the knife.

‘we were so happy, we told each other everything. you told me you had nothing to hide, so why did you lie? you hid this from me, it doesn’t protect me sung hanbin, you’re only hurting me worse. why can’t it be fake? why can’t you be here with me?’ you managed to break out from your throat, your sobs heard through the phone.

how were you gonna do this without him? how could you live freely knowing the person who made you a better human everyday, is now gone? why did he have to be taken so suddenly? and the worst part is, you couldn’t even see him. no matter how much you wanted to, you didn’t have to money nor time to fly. it hurt, it hurt like it never has before. your mind hazed with thoughts and feelings, praying that this was all just a dream.

“ 𝐄verything there is to know “

news spread, fast. news articles were made, reading the official announcement the company posted hurt like the knife was twisting even more. like a refresh of memories you didn’t want to recall.

you stayed in bed for days, crying everyday and hoping you would wake up from this hell of a dream. you barely texted anybody back, nor even checked social medias in fear of seeing his face and recalling the phone call you got from jiwoong.

you could barely eat, your weight loss worryingly visible, you knew hanbin would hate to see you like this. but that’s the thing, he wasn’t even there to see you struggling this bad. you resented him for abandoning you like this in a cruel cruel world, but you loved him so dearly. scrolling through the photos of you two together everyday, wishing that everything would come back to normal and that you would wake up with him next to you again.

“ 𝐃on’t you dare leave nothing out “

and that’s when you saw it. a text notification from ‘hanbini ♡’. how is that possible? you’re dreaming, you’re seeing things, someone is pranking you. was it yujin? was he worrying about you so much that he took hanbin’s phone to text you? that little prankster, you hoped he was doing okay. hanbin was like a parent to him, you wondered how he was doing losing someone this important at his age.

hanbini ♡: please eat angel

hanbini ♡: i’m so so sorry for leaving you

hanbini ♡: don’t beat yourself up because of me. please take care of yourself

the texts kept coming. how was this possible? someone hacked his phone, it’s not him. but then again, how would they know you haven’t eaten? you haven’t been outside for days, you don’t text anyone, and you haven’t brought yourself to take any pictures for hackers to see, how could you? was it really him?

as much as you tried to ignore the texts, they kept coming. tears streamed down your cheeks as you tried to ignore them swipe away every single notification the came, until one made you freeze before you could swipe it away.

hanbini ♡: i understand you don’t want to talk to me, but please read these.

hanbini ♡: meet me at our tree, please give it a chance to see me y/n.

our tree. the words echoed in your head as you tried to process the words you read on the text. it had to be him. nobody else knew about your guy’s spot, it was a secluded small forest that nobody would ever go to, the entrance blocked off and covered by bushes and trees, only you two knew the way in.

this was a meaningful spot for you guys, it’s where hanbin asked you to be his girlfriend on a picnic while watching the sunset. how could you ever forget?

you went. you called yourself crazy in your head for believing the texts, but you went. you couldn’t stop yourself, because what if it really was him? this could be your last chance to see him again.

“ 𝐈’m gonna love you completely “

the song played in your ears as you walked. a mask covering your face and a hood covering your head, it’s been days since you came outside since the incident.

making your way into the secluded forest, memories flooded back. your eyes teared up as your heart started hurting, but you stayed strong and kept walking. smelling the scent of the air, something about it was different. the air was soft but thicker, as if someone’s presence was with you. was this a sign?

you made it to the tree and only saw emptiness, you should’ve known. that was until a black cat came up to you, how could this be? the area is bordered off enough for humans to know not to come in, how would an animal come through? was this a sign from hanbin? you always wanted a baby black cat to raise as your own, you were planning to adopt one before hanbin got back from tour, that didn’t end very well..

you crouched down, petting and stroking the cat gently as i purred, nuzzling it’s face against your knee with closed eyes. you looked at it closely, something in it’s personality and eyes felt familiar. you heard a voice, hanbin’s voice.

‘i love you angel, forever and always.’

he always said it, it was like his catchphrase in your guy’s very own show. this time, it was a whisper. you heard his voice speak to you again, your head turning up to the sky, your eyes welling with tears as they slowly dripped down your face.

‘if i had one more day, i would find you again.’

{ 💌 } note from 𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒊 ! you made it to the endddd!! this fic is either actually sad or horrible and funny because it’s not sad at all but whatever. i have never written a full fic this long so i hope it’s good but ik there’s a lot of repetitive parts.. ignore that! my vocabulary isn’t very big i am not the smartest. anyways thank you for reading:) i love u!

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 : @ourhees @miumura @leehsngs @saemisic @macapunoz @cupidhoons

[mionkings]

Making Heads Turn 🫨

Jason had become a father to a little baby boy, taking him in when he found the poor thing on the streets, in a cardboard box, wrapped in a space themed blanket.

While the obstacles a new parent goes through is tough. He knows it's worth it to have Danny, his baby, his son in his life. He doesn't regret adopting him.

Danny is now at the stage of his little life that he babbles and giggles, Jason always had fun having a conversation with his baby. Although Jason's sure that his hair is getting whiter with the chaos Danny brings now ever since Danny's baby brain realized that he can CRAWL to PLACES >:D

However this new development... is a little strange.

Whenever Jason puts Danny down in his crib to make dinner or any other important errand. Danny will begin to babble to the air, as if his little tyke is trying to talk to someone, making grabbing hands and scooching over to grab someone's attention.

It sent a slight shiver down his spine...

Ever since he made his introduction to Gotham as Red Hood, for the first time to those gang leaders with the bang of the AK-47. Taking over the Gotham underworld by storm with anger and precision.

He always felt a chill down his spine... When he was alone, yet... the Pit Madness flared everytime, making him feel enraged and paranoid. As if he was just waiting for a fight... for a confrontation...

Being alone in his apartment, having nightmares, more like repressed memories of what he had done... Lots of things, but for some reason—his mind... keeps going back to the moment he threw that duffel bag at the table infront of the gang leaders that night... the night he went after the lieutenants, taking their heads.

He doesn't know why.

But ever since the precious cargo that was his baby Danny, arrived in his life. That all went away as he took care, fed, and loved his baby boy.

Jason never had an episode with Danny; he couldn't bare the thought of hurting the child.

Jason was even having less episodes when he was with the Bats!

The chills; however, Jason still feels them occasionally... but they would always disappear the moment Danny would demand attention or to nap.

And instead he would feel something else hang over his baby everytime Danny slept peacefully...

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Second ever DPxDC prompt that I've ALSO been getting brainrot over ❤️ I'm having fun 😄

Basically this prompt idea is Jason adopting a baby Danny, while seemingly unaware that he's being haunted/watched by the people's he's killed to become a crime lord. More specifically, being haunted by the heads/headless ghosts of the lieutenants Jason killed as Red Hood.

While Jason can't seem to see them, he can feel 'chills' from them. Danny, however, CAN see them mostly because I based this on that thing where babies/toddlers can see spirits in those typical YouTube videos that list ToP 5 ScArY gHOstZ VidEOz!1!1

Whatever happened though, this causes the ghosts to instead focus more on Danny than on Jason.

How much will Jason freak the fuck out when he finds out? Who knows ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Although Danny is absolutely having fun here ^^

Anyways, I might add extra stuff soon to this!

[talaofthevalley]

Making theories for a character unlock event in Duel Links sounds nuts but that's just the effect Yuri has on people.

So I had a thought earlier about Yuri's behaviour in this event, and I thought of something that sounds nuts but makes so much sense-

I think Yuri is parallel playing.

So we know how it works in Duel Links. In both the gameplay and in-game narrative, everything is decided by duels. You advance through stages by dueling, the characters can reach new areas and by extension other characters by dueling. And in the most common Yugioh logic, you make nice with people and become friends through dueling.

And what does Yuri keep repeating in this event?

Yuri is repeatedly asked if he's going to turn people into cards again, and he responds almost exactly the same everytime; with flippancy, disinterest, treating it as a thing he did for fun in the past but doesn't anymore. Because he's found something even more fun to spend his time. If he's completely honest can be debated, but it's the insistence he keeps repeating this with that makes me lean he's being truthful.

You play Duel Links to have fun. The running theme in Arc V is that dueling is to make people smile, to have fun. Yuri's definition of fun is very twisted, but this is unquestionably his tamest way of seeking entertainment. Even in his unlock dialouge, he talks about having as much fun as everyone else, and do as he likes here now and forever.

Yuri is doing the same thing all the other characters have done until now. He's just doing it in his own twisted way. But he appears to not have had any interest in other people until now, so what changed?

Well-

He fused with the others. Appeared to be genuinely at peace, to the point Yuya and Yuto ask if he's really returned to how he was before they became one. Yuri is notably different in his behaviour depending on if he's talking Yuya, Yuto or Yugo VS any other character. He's bantering with them, not just taunting them.

I think the Yuri we saw post-fusion, and the one during the show's run and the one we see in this event, really are one and the same, it's just different facets of Yuri's personality showing through.

We know Yuri hasn't had real friends before. He has a very warped view of people, and himself. His response to the other characters talking about Academia's wrongdoings, him kidnapping Rin and Ruri, makes that very obvious.

So say he does find people he likes, or enjoys being with. He wouldn't have any experience of how to bond or spend time with them if it wasn't with, say-

drumroll

Dueling.

Yuri is also extra excited to duel the other yuboys, even as his usual Yuri-ness leaks into it. Yuya especially, as the only person to have ever defeated him.

So. Parallel playing.

Yuri is doing the same thing as everyone else, like a cat bonding with their owner by doing the same thing they are. Because Yuri gets dueling, so that's an easy way to spend time with the people he found a sense of peace with.

[chososchalupa]

My brain only works with things like these and Im on my knees. I love your writing soso much. To be exact this is a smut req, IMAGINE bsd men (chhuya and dazai to be exact) with a female s/o who's a professional pole dancer! Ignore if your not comfortable with this type of content, Have the bestest best day!!

ah thank you so much! im still new to writing smut but i hope you enjoy! Have the best day <33

Dance for me

MDNI 18+

content,, F!Reader x Chuuya, F!Reader x Dazai, pole dancing, public sex w Chuuya, jealousy in Dazais, orgasm denial, I think thats all but i may be missing something, Chuuyas might be bad tbh i wrote it in 10 minutes lol , NSFW UNDER CUT!!

wc - 878, 541

Dazai -

Dazai didn’t mind that you were a professional dancer. In fact, he absolutely loved the level of confidence you had to be able to do something like this. While he loved you and what you did, he did not come to the club often, so when you saw the bandaged man walk through the door just before you went on stage, you were shocked to say the least. You watched as your boyfriend looked around the club before sitting at the bar in the back, taking a quick glance at you before smirking and turning back to the bartender. Dazai had only come to your place of work a handful of times, and everytime he’d leave out of jealousy. He struggled to hide his angry glare at the customers who also came to watch you dance, and tonight was no different. You watched him closely as you began dancing, causing him to crack a small smile. You continued your set, moving around the pole and smiling at the men and women who surrounded the stage. As you finished your shift, you glanced back to the seat Dazai had been in only to find it empty. You sighed, he always left before you could go see him.

You had sent a few texts to your boyfriend but they were all ignored, you rolled your eyes and grabbed your things from the dressing room. You waved goodbye at the other girls and made your way home.

“Dazai?” You yelled as you walked through your front door, “I’m home!”

You heard the couch squeak as your boyfriend walked out from the living room, “Welcome home, bella” he smiled, kissing your lips gently.

“Where did you go tonight? I was going to come sit with you” You pouted, crossing your arms at him.

A small chuckle passed his lips as his eyes darkened, “You seemed a bit preoccupied with the others”

You rolled your eyes at his words, “I’m just doing my job”

“I know, Bella. And you are so good at what you do. I just don’t want you to forget about me”

Before you could respond, he had grabbed your wrist and dragged you to the bedroom. Laying you down softly on the bed and pressing soft kisses all over your face.

“I’m sorry I left. You looked absolutely stunning tonight, I couldn’t stand watching others get your attention” He whispered in your ear, before dipping his head down and biting your neck.

“You don’t have to worry, ‘Samu. You’re all I want.” You whimpered, the heat between your legs growing wetter and wetter as he continued kissing and nibbling at your skin.

Dazai didn’t respond as he locked your lips together, slowly stripping you of your clothes. You moaned against his lips as his fingers made their way between your legs, slowly circling your clit.

“Please, Dazai” You whined

“Be patient, Bella. You’ve already had so much attention tonight.”

You moaned again as he slipped two fingers inside your hole. Slowly scissoring them as he left purple and red marks along the side of your neck and down your chest.

Dazai continued fingering you as slow as he could, taking your nipple into his mouth causing your back to arch off the bed.

“Please go faster” You whimpered, feeling your core begin to tighten.

“Of course” He smiled, as he began to pick up speed

You could feel your release coming quickly, “Dazai I’m going to-”

Your words were cut off by Dazai pulling his fingers out, the knot in your stomach disappearing.

“I’m sorry, my love. You can’t cum yet. I haven't even gotten inside of you” He smiled, sucking his fingers clean. “Flip over for me”

You did as you were told and got onto your hands and knees, arching your back perfectly for Dazai.

“You are so stunning” He spoke softly, before pushing his length inside of you.

Though it did sting due to his size, the pleasure was unreal. The knot in your stomach already beginning to tighten as your boyfriend slammed into you.

“You know you belong only to me, right?” He asked, leaning forward and kissing your shoulder

“Of course, Osamu. I belong only to you”

“Good girl” He whispered, giving one last kiss before sitting back up.

The room soon filled with nothing but the moans from the two of you and the soft sound of skin slapping together. Dazai always knew how to hit the exact spot you needed him to, causing you to arch deeper.

“Do you want to cum, Bella?” He asked, slamming himself into you once more.

You nodded, biting down onto your sheets to quiet the moans escaping your lips.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you” Dazai spoke, moving his hand around your body and to your clit, rubbing fast circles as you moaned loudly.

“Yes, please. Please, Dazai” you moaned loudly causing him to smile

“Cum for me” He moaned, rubbing his fingers faster as his thrusts started to become sloppy.

The two of you came together, a string of moans leaving both of your mouths as you collapsed onto the bed beside each other.

Dazai slowly pulled out of you and wrapped his arms around your waist,

“I should come to your work more often”

Chuuya -

Chuuya loved coming to visit you on nights you worked. Normally, he would send you a text letting you know he was coming but tonight, you walked on stage to see him sitting at one of the closest tables. Your face grew red as he smiled at you, giving you a small wave. You smiled back and began performing, your eyes not leaving the ginger man sitting in front of you. You watched as his hand moved towards his crotch, slightly adjusting himself to hide his growing erection. His actions only provoked you more, causing you to put on the best show he’s ever seen you do.

Your set had finally ended and you went to your dressing room to change. As you stripped from your outfit, you heard a knock on the door. You covered yourself with a towel you had on your chair and opened the door to peek at who was behind it, Chuuya stood smiling at you,

“May I come in?” He asked, slipping past you before you could answer.

“I didn’t know you were coming tonight” You smiled as you turned to face him

“I was in the area, our mission ended early so I came to see my favorite girl,” Chuuya smiled, sitting down on the couch behind him. “You looked amazing up there. I am so lucky to have you” He whispered, pulling you down onto his lap.

You blushed at his words, pressing your lips to his. You felt his erection grow against your already wet center as you grinded down slowly on him. A quiet moan escaped your lips as he lifted you up slightly, pulling his pants down so you could grind onto his hard member. “Are you sure you want to do this here?” You asked, stopping your movements.

“Did I say to stop, Doll? Keep going” He moaned, his hands moving to your hips to move you back and forth.

You moaned softly as you lifted your hips, allowing him to push himself into you.

“You feel so good, Chuuya” You moaned, bouncing up and down on his lap.

Chuuya didn’t respond, his head was thrown back, resting on the couch as you rode him. Moans continuing to escape from his mouth.

You felt your core tighten as you bounced on his cock, constant moans leaving your mouth as you gripped onto Chuuyas shoulders.

“Be quiet, Doll. I don’t want anyone else to hear you” Chuuya moaned, connecting your lips.

“I’m close, Chu” You moaned, your face buried into his neck, leaving soft kisses as you spoke.

His hands tightened around your hips, forcing you to bounce faster onto him, “Cum” he demanded.

You came loudly, hiding your face deeper into his neck to cover your moans.

“God, you are perfect” Chuuya smiled, pulling you closer to his body.

The two of you stayed cuddling for a while until you heard a knock on the door,

“Everything okay in there? We heard some loud noises” the voice of your manager spoke.

A deep blush fell over your face, “Everything’s good! Thank you” You responded

The both of you waited for the footsteps to fade away before laughing, “That was close” Chuuya laughed, “We should do this again next time.”

[the-kr8tor]

Hello again you're probably going to get annoyed with me but I do got another request for you can you please do a Hobie x punk rock star reader

where Hobie finds out that reader is a famous female punk rock star and he just happens to go to one of her concerts and she's on stage performing paparazzi by Kim Dracula 💕😍🥰

Hi hun! Thanks for the request! I'm sorry but I don't know that song I feel so old so I hope you don't mind me not adding it in. Hope you like it ❤️

Hobie Brown x fem!reader

Cursing, FLUFF

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Hobie doesn't boast, he definitely doesn't, but he can't help but talk about you to his friend. Hobie finds himself yelling over the concert's speakers announcing a new act on stage.

"I'm telling you, mate" he grabs Ned's arm to get his attention "she's fantastic! We clicked just like that!" Hobie snaps his fingers "we talked about everything, there was never an awkward pause"

Hobie smiles through his praises.

Ned side eyes Hobie, annoyed at hearing the exact same story that Hobie told him mere minutes ago "yeah, you clicked so much, you forgot to ask for her number. You didn't even bother to ask for her name!"

"Yeah, I kinda forgot about that!" Hobie yells through the crowd's screams, he mentally slaps himself for his stupidity.

"Well if it's meant to be, you're bound to see each other again" Ned finally takes his full attention towards the new band, the lights flicker and change colors to match the new song.

Hobie doesn't believe in soulmates, fate or love at first sight, but with you, he's starting to question his beliefs.

A guitar riff sounds aloud throughout the concert hall. Hobie ignores it, his mind still on your last encounter.

"What's up, London!" You scream at your mic, hyping up the crowd. A wave of excited shouts and shrieks reverberate around the place.

Hobie almost breaks his neck with how fast he moved towards the familiar voice.

"Hoooly shiiittt" He shakes Ned's shoulders. "That's her! Bruv, that's her!" Hobie smiles widely, he can't believe it.

"Fuck off, really?" Ned shoves off Hobie "no way, mate, she's bloody famous!"

Hobie doesn't reply, he stood throughout your entire set, eyes glued to your form. Everytime you play your guitar, he watches your fingers expertly play it, he hangs onto every song lyric you sing out.

He barely registers your wink thrown at him on stage. Was that even for him?

You smirk, the tip of your tongue peeks through your teeth, nodding at his direction, you point at him with the head of your cherry red guitar, as you play your guitar solo, head bobbing up and down to the music.

That was definitely for him.

Hobie smiles proudly, while Ned stares at him in disbelief.

After your band's set, you thank the crowd for being such a great audience. Sweat and adrenaline clings to you.

You drop down gracefully from the stage, running towards Hobie's general direction.

He notices this immediately, so he pushes through the crowd to get to the front of the stage. Hobie ignores all the angry stares thrown at him, he dodges an elbow, still pushing through the tightly packed crowd.

You both get to the front at the same time, a huge smile on your lips, Hobie mirrors your expression.

A metal barricade separating you two. The event's security held back the crowd, they try to stop Hobie from getting closer to you but you signal them that he's okay.

"Hey there, stranger" your voice, velvety smooth.

"Found you"

"That you did" you laugh, "you forgot something, the last time we saw each other"

Hobie looks at you curiously "What is it?" He doesn't remember if he left something at the pub where you met.

"My name and number"

"That right?" His grin gets bigger, Hobie flirts back.

"Mmhm, I'll see you backstage, stranger" you leave him speechless.

Maybe Hobie does believe in fate.

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Thanks for reading! Please consider reblogging if you enjoyed it! ❤️❤️❤️

[shakingparadigm]

For the ask game: Hyuna!!🔥

HI TOON THANK YOU!!

favorite thing about them:

Man, what's not to like... she's just a fantastic character all around, probably the most likeable character in my personal opinion! I love her perserverance and her incredibly strong sense of self. Her character design is also just so incredible, probably the most unique and distinct character in the cast (shades?? almost 6ft?? abs??? a prosthetic leg???)

She's just so badass.... save me noona......

least favorite thing about them:

I don't really have anything that I dislike about Hyuna honestly. Maybe a cause of concern would be her habits of drinking and smoking but hey she's grown and reclaiming her freedom so really she can do whatever she wants with her life!

favorite line:

This might be a weird one but "A bird is set free​" from All-In has always stood out to me. It carries a certain feeling and just perfectly encapsulates Hyuna. The shot that's presented during this line is one of my favorite Hyuna frames too.

(Honorable Mention: "c-cheers!" man I love Hyuna.)

brOTP:

MIZI AND TILL!!! I love the idea of Till acting as an adopted little brother to Hyuna (is this a Hyunwoo coping mechanism? Who knows). Of course her fellow rebels Dewey and Isaac as well! I also think Hyuna and Ivan would get along (suprisingly enough). She'd have a hard time figuring him out at first, but eventually they'd warm up to each other and probably be gym buddies or something.

OTP:

Hyuluka is the given of course since they're paired together.... while I don't have any particularly strong feelings about it in a romantic sense I find their relationship incredibly interesting to analyze and think about. Hyuluka and Ivantill are really in the same boat of obssessive perfect guy x rebel who does not like them back 😭

A ship that I genuinely do find adorable (and super underrated) is offrec/actor Hyuluka!! Offrec Luka seems much more chill and down-to-earth but also kinda jaded because he had to go through the whole idol thing which he hated. Offrec Hyuna is bright, innocent and the youngest of the cast which I find really cute.... there's this one offrec fancomic I like where Luka gets flustered because Hyuna approached him and then immediately deflating when he finds out she just wanted an autograph 😭 cute

nOTP:

Honestly haven't seen many other Hyuna ships besides Hyuluka.

random headcanon:

Hyuna has accidentally seriously fucked people over with her voice mimicry talent. At one point she was begged to stop doing it because she kept freaking people out.

unpopular opinion:

Okay, this one is a bit long and kind of less an opinion and more of a story, but I will admit that at first I really did not like All-In. LISTEN TO ME OKAY SAVE THE GUILLOTINE FOR LATER.

I fell off of Alien Stage after ROUND 5. I saw ROUND 1 and ROUND 2 and while I found them interesting, I didn't really think about them that much. ROUND 5 was the only one that caught my attention enough for me to come back to the video maybe 4 or 5 times after my first watch, even searching about Alien Stage on social media and stuff. Still, I wasn't too invested yet.

When I saw All-In freshly released on my Youtube page I was like "oh hey it's this thing again. there's a new one? okay" and out of curiosity I watched it.

I don't know what it was, but something about All-In just did not click with me at first 😭 I remember feeling as though it sounded kind of dissonant? Like something was a bit off with the instrumental, maybe it sounded a little low in volume or something. The rhythm of the song threw me off a little and I could not for the life of me explain why. This is purely personal by the way, I'm no professional music analyst or anything, it just seemed weird to me personally at first.

But that's the thing. Because I found it so strangely off, I kept coming back to the video (it helped that the visuals were absolutely banging). Everytime it showed up on my homepage I would just sit there and watch it entranced like a zombie and I couldn't even explain why. At one point I woke up at 1AM, opened my phone, and watched All-In completely unmoving expressionless unblinking in the dark of my room, then shut the phone off and immediately knocked out again. Once again I cannot explain this. That video had me in an absolute chokehold no joke. Eventually I started to understand it more and it really grew on me, to the point where I played it in the shower on loop and then proceeded to start the rest of my days with the damn thing. I began to get curious about the deeper aspects of Alien Stage, took the plunge, and now we're here.

Anyways, that's the story of how my opinion on All-In went from "this sounds kinda off" to "this is the best thing to ever be created by human hands". All-In is now one of my most favorite ALNST songs and Hyuna absolutely killed it in her debut video. Sorry I couldn't understand the true extent of your genius back then queen, but at least I do now.

song i associate with them:

Eight by Sleeping At Last

When I see fragile things, helpless things, broken things,

I see the familiar

I was little, I was weak, I was perfect, too

Now I'm a broken mirror

But I can't let you see all that I have to lose

All I've lost in the fight to protect it

I can't let you in, I swore never again

I can't afford to let myself be blindsided

favorite picture of them:

It's come to my attention that Hyuna was being taken away by the guards. I didn't notice because she just looked so cool in this shot 😭

[rayneisnotwet]

Well that isn’t what we expected is it? Trump winning the white house. In the salient words of Miss Juicy, ”What the hell we gon’ do now?”. Everyone has a different idea. “We need to engage in our communities!” , “I’m moving to Canada!”, “I’m doing c*ke in the bathroom!” some cry out. Others are disengaging from the zeitgeist, and with it, apparently, social media. But when people announce these reactionary ideas of theirs, it feels more like a child yelling that they hate their parents because they got their Xbox taken away than a serious strategy to avoid oppression. I get it though, everyone just wants a change now. The hottest new accessory is going to be a poorly thought out style choice. Short haircuts with clumsy dye jobs and a trashcan full of “I’m with her!” memorabilia is how everyone dealt with this last time. But what is really the answer to this feeling?

Well, you’re all in luck. Because as a Trans drag queen in the midwest with an enhanced ID, I have the insight into all these coping methods. I write this while smoking a skinny cig. sitting on a picnic table in my childhood backyard, on property that’s interest rates doubled so fiercely it convinced both my parents to vote Trump and pushed me farther left than I thought was possible before I just detransitioned into Mao Zedong. I doubt that social media breaks announced via Instagram story or a vote for a failed businessman turned reality star or a jar of Manic Panic Amazon Primed to your door is going to make any of us feel any better, or bring the dollar menu at the drive thru back.

The Canadian immigration website crashed in 2016 after Trump won the first time, and to be fair I can see why. Everytime I visit, a feeling of relaxation washes over me. Not just because it's where my boyfriend lives, but because it's a genuinely very easy place. People stroll instead of scurrying through the streets. Even in Toronto, the largest city. The food is fantastic as well. The cosmopolitan-and just like that, I started ordering them-attitudes lead to a huge mix of cultures that seem to coexist in a much more mixed fashion than the notoriously segregated US. Sure, there’s the french-speaking Quebecois, but every country has annoying people. The friendliness is no joke either (as long as it’s not a service worker), people ask you how you are as a question, rather than a greeting.

Canada isn’t a liberal wonderland though, despite what Justin Trudeau might lead you to believe. During my Toronto visit, I checked out Dundas Square, the canuck equivalent of Times Square (there was no one in knockoff Elmo costumes). As soon as we stepped out of the subway station it was awash with the sounds of protest. A First Nations demonstration played out, with people chanting “LET HIM GO!” while drum beats punctuated the cries. A woman sat on a speaker holding a microphone, telling the heart-wrenching story of her son who had been shot during a wellness check by police in the midst of a mental health crisis. I wanted to support and join in the chanting, but my boyfriend advised not to, warning me the TPS were just as brutal as any American police department, especially to Trans women. Moments later a man, middle aged, bald, and white, started hitting on me aggressively. My boyfriend immediately shielded me from him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer and made a scene. Another man chimed in, “That's not a ‘She’ bro!”

We got out of there fast.

So while Canada may have a more charismatic leader on the world stage, and policies that protect its vulnerable communities slightly better than the US, it’s not a utopia for Queers. Least of all Trans women or Two Spirit people. The truth is there is no such thing as safe spaces. As long as tribalism is baked into our monkey brains, we will find something to point at and feel superior about over someone else. I’ve actually felt more disrespected in some majority white gay male bars than I have in dives in my hometown of bumfuck Jackson playing the UofM game on their tv. A word of advice to The Dolls, don’t underestimate the cruelty of men. 🚬 or not. That isn’t to say I hadn't found community in a lot of Queer parties.

I had started my post-election-pity-party at Necto in Ann Arbor for the finale of the UofM-student-powered drag competition reality show Runway Rumble. Michigan’s best and brightest new talent (and others) battling it out for the belt. Those of us that had been eliminated were doing a group number with the finalists and accepting awards. The energy was electric, people were excited to see each other and drinks were flowing. I can't speak for coke in the bathroom because I was in an outfit that didn't allow for bathroom visits, and frankly a bank account that didn't allow for coke.

With all the excitement and nerves in the air about who would clinch the win, it felt like our community’s political turmoil was dead and gone. Although, some people were drinking so much I thought they might go the same way.

Spoiler alert, Belladonna won the competition, and for me that was such a relief. To see a Trans woman win a competition like this and receive the recognition she so rightly deserved as a fixture in the Detroit scene was vindicating as a Doll Supremacist. Shoutout to you diva, you did that shit. Big shoutout also to one of the judges, Pineapple Honeydew, for finger-waving my look that night. I hugged Bella and joined in on the rest of the cast and crew who were inundating her with congratulations, and that's when I realized something. In this bar, on this stage, in THIS moment, Trump wasn’t president. He’ll never be president of Necto, or president of drag. This place, these people, were presidentless. This country may have elected him with the popular vote, but that didn’t matter here. His political success couldn’t take away Belladonna’s Drag excellence. Or Portia’s for creating the show. Or mine for leaving my mark on the show as Drama Diva and holder of the Golden Boot. No. Our community, its survival and ability to thrive, was entirely dependent on US, not THEM.

So yes, things will be much more difficult now. This will be a tough time for Trans kids, for immigrants, especially mexicans. A tough time for the elderly on social security, a battle for young mothers and young women trying NOT to become mothers. For blue collar workers in unions, for their families. Entire classes of people, communities, towns, families, they’ll be ripped apart. We’ve already seen how populism injected into right-wing politics can create the perfect siren’s song to attract members of our family, turning them into strangers. But at the end of the day, the days gotta end. Will we all take this lying down? Or with a smile on our faces, a tequila sunrise in one hand and our loved ones hand in the other? Our community, no, we protest and sing and dance and drink and dress up and be gay! Openly! Loudly! Until they realize we really aren’t going anywhere.

[vampirevatican]

His Song

“strumming my pain. singing my life. killing me softly with his song.” she sings, and notices your anxious look. “oh! no need to worry, this is a joyous story.”

pairing - hobie brown x black! fem reader

genre/tags - tooth-rotting fluff, lovers, flashback, vauge angst/cute comfort, have been dating for awhile like he's moved into your house

summary - hobie comes home to find you making something in the kitchen and the sound of music, knowing the song he decides to check in on you and you can't help but remember the first time you met and how you fell for him.

notes - 975 words. literally 3 ppl found this idea very cute, so i deliver. tooth rotting fluff, vauge issues so you can input whatever and yes you do know he's a spider person in this one. food lacks description and so does the angst because if it didnt this would be longer and out by 2 years and 5 business days.

The speaker was playing an instrumental of killing me softly by the fugees as you started up on dinner. Knowing Hobie would be swinging back home after a long day of freedom fighting, anarchy and some rescues. You and him had been dating for up to two years now, of course within the first few months he came clean about his secret identity. As you vocalized with the song and started to sing your mind started to recall how you met him.

You didn't really know him back then, he was just some cute guy in a band that would play shows here and there. From friends you heard that he played guitar really good, that his band wasn't bad. Some friends had pulled you out one night to see one of his shows and you only agreed because it was close enough to home and needed to get out for a bit anyways. Your girls told you it'd be a small joint, a dive bar, and you almost backed out before one of them reassured you that it wasn't bad. Since they were going to dress up and slightly go all out, you decided to as well. Doing your hair up in bantu knots; leaving two sections out as twists, make-up, accessories, if it was a night out with the girls you were bound to go above and beyond. Going down some stone steps you walked into the bar and was met with neon lights, a couple of tables and a bar that was off to the side. It definitely wasn't that bad, the vibes in the bar were relaxed and inviting. Taking a seat off in the corner near the stage with your group; while one of them went to get drinks, that's when he spotted you.

That night while he was prepping on stage he had noticed a new face in the crowd. Hobie had to pull his eyes away from you and focus on tuning his guitar or else he'd be watching you all night. When he played though, it wasn't an issue to just play the strings and watch you endlessly. With each song it looked like you were in a trance, both of you locked in a staring contest. He wasn't sure what it was that had you watching him just as an intensely as he was looking at you, but he didn't mind it. After his set he had chatted you up, with acceptance from your 'gyaldem' of course, and enjoyed seeing you at each event he played after that. Now he lives in your apartment, and everytime he comes back it felt like home.

Hobie unlocked the door with his spare key and heard you singing. Picking up on the lyrics and beat he couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. He took a seat on one of the bar stools and rested his arms on the island that was connected to the wall. Looking through the kitchen window, watching you sway and sing. Your back was turned to him and he decided to either wait for you to turn or just surprise you. Turns out he'd do the later as the song neared it's bridge, cuing himself in. "Ayo, leng," He saw you whip around to see him and that smile made his day, "take it to the bridge."

You had grinned after he cued you back to singing and belted out the start. Continuing with wrapping up preparations for dinner, you placed plates on the island and finished the bridge still cheesing at him. He interrupts you with a kiss and you laugh, kissing him back.

Turning down the music, you both start to eat together. "So, how was the day spider man?" You asked him and he lit up, instantly telling you about his fights and successes in great detail. It was always endearing to see him so proud of himself. On days where it was a difficult you'd curl up on the couch or bed, and he'd do the same for you. " 'nough about my tales. How was your day, love? Any reason you chose that song?" There he goes again, reading you like a book. The smug look on his face said it all, he knew something was up. "Just, reminiscing. You've always known me so well Hobie." The admiring smile that was once there had faded into a smile that seemed tired. Hobie got up, taking the plates with him and heading into the kitchen. "Yea, but as well as I can read you, I can never really tell what you're thinkin'." He says, offering that shoulder to cry on, an empathetic ear. Following after him, you hugged him from behind and he turned to hold you close. Swaying a bit in the hug, he kisses your forehead, places a hand on your cheek and says "What's wrong baby?" with that you share with him how busy you've been while he's been out.

Usually he'd never come home this early. There was always some villain to fight, a statement piece to make, a protest. You never held it against him, infact you'd support him and get the word out whenever he had a political movement going on. When it came to him being spiderman you'd stay up late or set an alarm, just in case he came back a bit bruised up. Though, outside of this, being human could still be very draining. It was definitely not the same level as being a spider person, but he understood. Cuddling on the couch together he reassured you that you're just as amazing, strong and capable. Showering you in kisses and affection til your tired expression lit up again. He always knew how to make you feel better, even when it was really bad. Because Hobie knows you, your pain, story, life and he hit your heart everytime.

[dojae-huh]

I've been binge-watching all NCT MVs, stages and dance practice videos, again :p Doyoung really has something that intrigues everytime I watch though he is not my bias. I have a soft spot for him since I watched some of NCT life seasons but I follow him just lil bit then. I have the complex that I can't leave the ones that I have so much time invested to watch them, even when sometimes I find other members much more intrigue me.

Ermm, when is the exact moment that you know Do is your ult bias and just focus on him? You are keen to observe him mature as an artist but also as a person, I mean both on cam and off cam. You must have a strong faith in who he is and what he gonna offer next I guess... Sometimes I realize that I am toxic to expect my biases to go the way I want and achieve this n that, kind of living by proxy mental. That's frustrated! Do you ever expect anything from being a Do bias? For me I think I am about to give up on the idol-fangirl relationship.. I mean I would still support them but I want to observe many other things besides that I don't notice be4 instead of screaming and crazily watch tons of videos with guilty pleasure. I admire people that can observe everything and offer ideas on things in general, hmm like the stuff you write about SM and kpop idols. Anw, thank you for your contents and sorry for this long confusing question. Thank you again!

That's normal. When humans invest a lot in something, they have hard time abandoning it. It's a problem in business. Most can't terminate a project in progress even if it becomes evident it will fail and won't be profitable (so it's better to drop it and stop spending money on it).

Life hack. If you'll make people help you somehow, they will be more ready to care about you, heh. You will make them be invested in you. Literally.

Anyhow.

You can take a break with your biases though? And comeback with renewed interest after some time. The good thing about k-pop is that content is saved on platforms. No problem in catching up after a few years. The time you invested in them won't become a waste of time in any case, your gained knowledge about them won't dissapear.

When I asked what should I watch to get to know NCT, I was directed to Idol Weekly with NCT2018. I'd already singled out Jaehyun, Doyoung and Taeyong after watching a few MVs and dance practices, but I hadn't memorised their names yet. By the end of the programme I was sure Doyoung will be my bias. You can read this tag for more info.

I usually "fall in love" very quickly and don't get dissapointed. Eventhough it happens when I warm up to celebreties/fictional characters with time, after getting to know them better, such cases never turn into a new obsession. So Doyoung wasn't an exception. And the fact that in Wish I like the members, but noone hooked me, most probably mean that there won't be a second Doyoung. On the other hand, it's nice to have a whole group to be appealing for a change.

Hm, eventhough I want Doyoung to achieve this and that, I'm still a passive observer, so I won't be dissapointed with any outcome. I'm an admirer, not an "idol-producer". Doyoung does, I observe and marvel. Whatever he wins in life are his achievements. I get from him the process, the journey to those mountain picks. A life story of an ambitious person and an artist. There are no other types of parasocial relationships and co-dependencies.

If you understood your problem of an unhealthy fan-idol relationship (living vicariously through someone is bad), you have the power to change yourself and your attitude. The first step to solving an issue is a recognition of the said issue. Likewise, if you feel like you outgrew fangirling, then move on to newer pastures.

Eventhough I can safely call myself a stan, I'm an active participant in the fandom, my interest in NCT (and Doyoung) is supported by much more than a pretty face and a nice voice. It's showbusiness, it's social dynamics, leadership, stage outfits, concept development, Korean culture and mentality, Korean variety, the fandom itself, afterall. Doyoung is the White rabbit that leads me to Wonderland where I encounter all other interesting things.

As for content. I skip "empty" content and make sure to watch "informative" programmes. Those that will show me the members from a new side, or provide me with a better understanding of them.

Pick up a topic that is either very interesting to you (brings satisfaction, joy) or can be very useful to you (develop you) and dig. If anything, you'll practice active search and choosing your own direction. In this age of algorythms offering us stuff and deciding for us, it's a needed skill. How to be proactive and be a manager of one's own life.

Like Doyoung-sonsennim.

[newsie-collective]

Splasher

Quickfire Favorites

Food: “Lasagna. All fuckin’ day. Does not matta when or where, it's always lasagna.”

Color: “Light blue, like the sky on a clea’ day.”

Season: “Early summa. When the weatha’s warm, but not overwhelmin’ly hot.”

Weather: “Sunny an’ warm, but not hot.”

Hobby: “Swimmin’. Life just feels betta in the wata.”

Animal: “Giraffes.”

Memory: “First time I gotta whole dime for one pape. That was when I knew I could make it as a newsie.”

Comfort Item: “Ain’t got one. Don’t see no use in havin’ a lotta stuff.”

Second gen US. His parents were young kids when they moved to New York from Italy

Knows minimal Italian. He was never formally taught the language by his parents, he just picked some up

The scar is from a fall when his hip gave out. He was climbing up an old fire escape with Graves when it happened. He thinks it’s embarrassing, so there’s always a different reason

“Fought a shark”

“You should see the otha guy”

“My pops was an evil bastard” (not a lie, but not how he got the scar)

Graves comes up with even crazier stories for how he got his scar

“Fell from grace”

“Got it crawlin’ up from hell”

“He fought Bigfoot and WON”

Considers Graves his best friend. He was there during the accident and didn’t tell what actually happened

Used to wear caps but kept losing them

After losing the third cap he just said fuck it and stopped wearing them 

Lowkey faked his own death. There was a bad fire in the apartment building where he lived with his family, and quite a few people didn't make it out. Once the fire died down, he got just close enough to watch everyone go through the rubble. He saw his parents find what they believed to be his body and realized he could be free. He never looked back

Doesn't talk about life before. He's scared he’ll have to go back to his parents if they find out he’s alive. 

If he thinks he sees his parents, he’ll duck into an alley or hide somewhere until they’re gone

It’s not them everytime, but he has seen them. Turns out, he’s got a little brother now… He hopes they treat him better

He tried to introduce himself to his brother once when he was alone. He panicked a bit and just ended up awkward trying to sell a pape

He was not successful 

Panicked when someone asked his name for the first time after running away. He was so close to saying “Adam” but totally stuttered

He ended up saying he didn’t have one

The next day someone saw him jumping into the river and called him Splasher. It stuck

Swims to help alleviate the chronic joint pain

Once he’s done selling for the day, he’s in the river

Hates the colder months bc it’s just constant pain

Cannot remember a pain day lower than 6/10

Will not admit to the pain

Probably thinks it’s normal

“Wait, you mean you don’t have days when you can barely walk?!?”

Jfc this kid can climb. If he’s not in the river he’s climbing up something

Will sleep on the roof if weather permits

Always outside. If he’s inside, the weather is absolute shit or the world is ending

He’s kinda like a human Waffle House Index in that sense

Like every other newsie, he absolutely adores Miss Medda. Has gone over to Manhattan several times just to make it to one of her shows and try and catch her at the stage door

Stole flowers for her once

Will flirt to hell and back to sell papes

Has flirted with the wrong people…

Playfully flirts with other newsies. Has probably gotten into scraps with other them about flirting with their partners

Mush had to physically restrain Blink once. Splasher told Mush he had the prettiest eyes he’d ever seen. Blink was standing behind him and almost soaked Splasher on the spot

Jack is the only one he won’t flirt with for some reason

Despite all the flirting, he’s not all that interested in finding a partner

High sleight of hand. Doesn’t use it much but can absolutely get his hands in pockets and purses

Pickpocketed during the strike to try and help himself and others through not selling

This is coming out totally definitely on time and not late at all 😬

👻

[lqfiles]

user lqfiles i have no idea what to call you.

see saying "hello tumblr user lqfiles" sounds ominous and it's giving sigma... god i hate that word. i have beef with the gen alpha slang, everytime i hear a reel with "what the sigma" i grow a little closer to throwing that toaster right into the bathtub. ANYWAYS, my point is that i'm going to figure out how to come up with a nickname for you. it'll come, eventually trust. i'll think of one okay. something to do with l & q idk. unless there's something else you want me to call you? ALSO NOOO IM NOT RICH. 😭😭 as i mentioned before i bought like... 3x the amount of pcs i OWNED BEFORE i went on a buying spree. so all i had was just the pcs i collected from albums that were gifts from friends... (i never thought it a good idea to spend money on this stuff for myself.) I was actually traveling abroad which was why i hadn't checked in for a bit, and the prices... were just so much cheaper!! So I decided, why not? fuck it we ball! (my life motto to everything at this point...) and i'm in a decent financially stable point in my life where i can indulge in this stuff, so i bought quite a bit... i tried to focus on buying pcs... cause storing albums in my suitcase makes it a lot heavier.

i definitely have a hand kink its not a joke anymore. IT REMINDED ME OF THIS IMAGE (idk if it's going to work if it doesn't uh.... ignore! cause i've never sent links on anon and tumblr hates making things easier for us.) https://postimg.cc/1gWC0B48 AND IDK IF YOU CAN SEE IT BUT ITS SO FUNNY I COULDNT STOP LAUGHING. they're both me

i also have no idea who louis partridge is BUT HOLY FUCKING SHIT I JUST LOOKED HIM UP AND GOD DAMN. like my taste in men is obviously questionable, and like most people i did have a thing for andrew garfield and theo james... but i think i often find myself crushing on east asians half of the time, mostly because i am eastern asian myself, and it's not like on purpose cause i do find other races hot, it's just the way i grew up finding famiiarity in those faces? does that make sense idk im yapping at this point.

ALSO THE SMAU IS SO FUNNY IM CAUGHT UP NOW.... HAECHAN LITERALLY GOING THROUGH ALL STAGES OF GRIEF. HE WANTS HER SO BAD BUT ALSO THE COMPLAIN ABOUT THE WHOLE PINTREST BROWSING.... LIKE HES SO REAL AND CUTE AT THE SAME TIME I LOVE HIM. (chatgpt is too real AND THE FACT THAT y/n IS EATING IT UP IS SO FUNNY LIKE I WOULD'VE ALREADY BEEN LIKE.... why does this sound like it's written by ai...) holy fuck that's a lot i ranted a lot anyways hello, look forward to the next chapter. love you and hope u have a great day TUMBLR USER LQFILES - 🤠

hejdhskdj sometimes i’m tempted to put my name back in my about me so you guys can put a name to my account but then i remember how don’t wanna be perceived THAT much and rethink #SOZZZZ idk maybe i’ll come up with a new alias that you can start addressing me by, tho if you’re curious you can figure my name out if you find my main blog and check my tags 😭

you’re gonna hate me omgg bc except for the word sigma (cos that cringe) i unfortunately love brainrot content atm… like yess give me the skibidi toilet rizz party, give me the ohio fanum tax, GIVE ME RHE MAXIMUM AURA 😅😂 the effect of living with little boys..

FUXK IF WE BALL IS SUCH AN AMAZING LIFE MOTTO like exactly.. we are ballin.. anyways you not spending any money yourself on albums is sending me lmaooo but at least you were able to use the money you had saved to buy yourself some cheeky pcs. tbh i think pcs are the only appealing part for most part when buying an album anyways so it’s a good thing that you didn’t buy albums lmaooo

THE IMAGE IS SHOWING LMAOOOO i love this pic so bad ughhh he has such nice hands i wish i could hold his hands and play with them.. the perfect mix between girly dainty hands and manly veiny like I WANXTHU SO BAD HAECHAN

MOST PEOPLE MUST NOT INLCUDE ME… but tbh i don’t think i have a specific race i like in men, THO IM IN MY ARABIC BOYS ERA RN… idk if anyone knows slushynoobz but hamza.. i wantchu saaaur bad like GIVE ME THE YEMENI BOY.. also i don’t think it’s weird to prefer your own people!!! its something a lot of cultures have too so don’t worry about it you’re not yapping, my mum is the same 😭

LOLLLL HAECHAN EXPERIENCES THE LOSS OF HIS UNOFFICIAL GF he was probably with his head in his hands when she didn’t respond to his apex request. and ntm he tweaked the letter a bit to make it more personalised!!! a bit of ai here and there but still personal!!!!

I LOVE YOU TOOO COWBOY ANON!!!

[husberttee]

Hey what's ur fav mudd the student song

Heyho! damn that's difficult. his music is so off the shits i dont listen to it a lot casually but most of it slaps regardless?! 입원, 파리 and Off Road Jam might be the favs. But I like Fly Legend! quite a bit these days as well. Any recommendations?

[666-eyeless-maggots]

Eddie Munson HC’s 2/?

Definitely collects random shit he finds on the ground

Has a drawer full of rocks even some little shells he finds in the woods when he does deals

Wayne gave him some old records of his when he was younger and Eddie learned guitar by trying to play along to them each day after school

The guitar he had was a super old and nearly at its end, probably something Wayne had laying around he got from who knows where

Then once he saw how much Eddie enjoyed playing, he worked overtime a lot of nights and picked up extra shifts all year to afford his “sweetheart” for Christmas

Best believe our boy cried too

I also kind of feel like he used to not like Christmas

Growing up it wasn’t exactly the most enjoyable time of year (perhaps due to his father) but spending the following years with his uncle made it much more special

I’m so sorry for this, but I think he puts flowers on his mother’s grave each season and on special occasions like her birthday and will sit there and talk about what’s going on in his life (In my head she died when he was young)

He mostly talks about Hellfire and his band, talking about how he’s going to walk that stage and graduate to make her proud 🥺

He really does enjoy reading I just don’t think he has the attention span to sit there and focus on a book so it takes him a while to get through one

It takes him a while before he’s actually able to believe and accept complements from you

Even still his eyes get glassy, not fully processing someone like you loves him and actually wants to be seen with him

100% smells like cigarettes and weed that he masks with cheap cologne from the grocery store

Would have been an axe body spray kid 💀

Fought Wayne so hard about giving him the only bedroom in the trailer and still feels a tinge of guilt to this day when he sees his old man passed out in the living room

Everytime he sews on a new patch, gets a new D&D figure, has a really good idea for a campaign he runs to his uncle to show/tell him

Wayne is just so proud and supportive of him, wishing people could see the boy how he sees him

[yrqrnc]

headcanon : stray kids as little acts of love !

chan — making a playlist exclusively for someone.

there have been way too many times to count that you get a notification on your phone or laptop showing “you’ve received (1) message from chrispy <3” at 2 in the morning, only for you to find that he’s send you a link to a playlist yet again. the title a little cheesy and the description even more it, but it makes you smile and as you scroll through the songs and listen to each one of it, taking your time, you remember again how chan knows your taste in music so well and always makes you the best playlists; full of songs that reminded you of him and he knows you’ll enjoy. you save it before clicking off the app to type him a text saying thank you and maybe a little “love u” followed by it too. you decide <3

minho — cooking someone their favorite meal.

it might not look like it because he’s so chill and “uninterested” most of the time, but he pays attention to you. he takes note of that one thing you order everytime you go to the restaurant, the drink you get almost each time you stop by starbucks and when he has the time or when he feels you need it, he’ll make you the exact food that you like and surprise you with it. and though, even then, he tries to cover it up with something along the lines of “the recipe looked cool so i gave it a try. you can have some, i guess, i cooked too much.”, you know he did it for you. that’s enough to make your day better.

changbin — accompanying someone to wherever they wanna go.

bin is your go-to person when you find a new place you want to visit and want someone to come with you, give you some company. sure, he might complain about things and annoy you (in a very loving way) often, but he never says no to whatever you wish to do there and just smiles and giggles at you when you do stupid or embarrassing shit. he’s down to take as many pics as you want to and wouldn’t mind staying for as long as you like.

hyunjin — taking pictures and videos of someone and cherishing them.

he’s the best photographer and cameraman you could ever ask for and he’s taking pictures and videos of you more than half of the time, and he saves it in a folder he made especially for you, labeled “y/n ♡”, full of all the pics and vids he’s taken and has of you so far. they say you take pictures of the people and things you cherish and wish to never loose, because they tend to last for a very long time, and i think that explains why he’s flashing a camera at you ever so often better than i ever will.

jisung — teaching someone a thing they wish to learn.

sung is always down to teach you whatever you want to learn from him, whether that be producing music, writing lyrics, playing the guitar, singing, dancing, rapping etc. just hit him up and ask for it and he’ll be giving you what you want. he’s so patient and understanding with you, laughing it off when you slip and make a mistake, saying it happens. that he was clumsy at the beginning stages too and all, and he gives you such a big smile and hypes you up with praises when you get the things right and start improving as you go. he’s the best hypeman one could have and you agree with it more than anyone.

felix — buying them gifts when it’s not a special day.

he surprises and catches you off guard by randomly gifting you something, even when it’s not your birthday or any other special occasion and you didn’t ask for it. you tell him to stop wasting money on you but he always replies with either a “you know, honey, a thank you would’ve been just fine—” or “am i spending money? yes. am i wasting it? absolutely not. just take it and go!”. but it’s just his love language, he loves you and buying you stuff, what can you do about it?

seungmin — singing for someone when they ask.

so you have this... technique of getting him to sing for you, see; you ask him what his favorite song at the moment is out of the blue sometimes, and when he tells you it, you hit him with a “oh yeah? can you sing it for me then?” and even though he gives you a look everytime you pull that on him, he still does what you ask. he sings, beautifully at that, and you’re left in complete awe every single time. when you compliment him after, he just grins and moves on, continuing whatever you were doing before but he’s gonna be thinking about it and back to that moment for the rest of the day, don’t be fooled by his calmness.

jeongin — ruffling someone’s hair affectionately.

he gets a little awkward with giving and receiving affection at moments, so he sticks to the subtle and less intimate ways of showing it; booping your nose, pinching or poking your cheeks, squishing them sometimes, and especially... messing up your hair. when he spots you near, he comes up to you and gives your head a little ruffle, only throwing you a “hi y/n” after. it might’ve been a bit irritating to you at first because... he’s messing up your poor effort on your hair :(<\3 but soon, you grew to love it and now you smile everytime he does it. as you should.

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