#lee character song

[dawn-of-tomorrow]

DIM LIGHT (full JP ver.)

Spread forth your gray-feathered wings and soar as high as you can, back to the place you yearned for.

[tubes-and-dice]

I fucking love the dynamics between the ‘people’ and the ‘avatars’ in NSBU.

G13 is using Usha, because he’s a hacker and a manipulator, and she’s exactly the kind of person who can be easily scammed. Haunting. Spine-chilling. Cool as fuck, truly unbelievable storytelling, and it’s developed so organically!

On the other hand, Vic is mentoring Wendell in a way, and we got to see them really sync up this episode, working together to advance the narrative and protect their people. Wendell totally gets the kind of person that Vic is, and I think that helps him take Vic’s advice as the more experienced person- but also know that he’s not always going to be right.

Paula and Jack are sort of… misaligned. She keeps trying to find guidance from him, but they’re almost too similar? Jack so far that we’ve seen is very hands-off, and doesn’t seem all that worried about Paula- or his own family. Whereas Paula of course cares deeply about Jack’s family already, because she’s much more involved and familial minded than what we’ve seen of Jack.

Liv and Kingskin are, I think, the most compatible duo. Liv has settled nicely into her role in some ways, the control and power it grants her suits her well, and it feels like Kingskin likes her because of that? But at the same time her compassion for others is making such a notable difference in the way that she’s able to interact with people in Kingskin’s circles that it feels like he could learn as much from her as she’s learning from him. They feel like the most balanced pair, with the most mutual respect.

Dang doesn’t match Stocks’ vibe at all. He’s trying to do the cool action movie things, he’s playing into the role really well at times- but who Dang is, really, doesn’t sync up. His morals and priorities are very different from Stocks’- for good and bad alike. There’s very little connection between the two, it feels like- to me it reads as Dang just trying to fill the shoes of this Bond-like character, more than anything. Sometimes he’s really able to pull it off, and sometimes it just… doesn’t work. Stocks isn’t helping him. He’s on his own- which it seems is perhaps a norm for Dang.

Then of course, Russell. Russell and Jennifer are not a team at all- what Russell is learning from this experience, he’s learning from simply being Jennifer, not from communicating with her. He’s a man who we know is used to being attractive, used to being complimented and unused to being told off for the way that he behaves. I love the way that Ally’s taken his character as Jennifer- because he isn’t Jennifer. He’s Russell. He doesn’t want to wear a skin-tight bodysuit, he wants to get a baggy shirt to hide this form that he’s not used to, and work with the new skills that he has.

Idk I just think it’s super super cool that all of the players are working within the mechanic so differently, and I think every single manifestation of this dynamic makes so much sense for the characters that it’s just astounding. This last episode was such a good show of these dynamics and the impact they actually have on the plot.

[bowcard]

what if i cry right now, on the spot

[monsta-x-jagi]

Crown and Chrome

Summary: Kihyun disappeared from your life just as quickly as he rode into it. You fell for him, hard, and he left you to put yourself back together after him. And you tried. But what will you do when he comes back into your life and into your company?

Characters: biker!Kihyun, CEO!reader

Total word count: 29.5k

Warnings: provided in individual chapters

COMPLETED

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Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Epilogue 1

Epilogue 2

[jcpostsobsessions]

I freaking love their dynamics and banter. Gahhh I wished we had more screen time with them.

[somnas-writes]

Never Stop Blowing Up is my favorite d20 series ever, nothing could ever top the pure delirium I felt watching Episode Four

[jadequarze]

Ly'rill with 👔??? (Love your art!!!!)

👔 OC in what they would wear to a formal event (such as a wedding)

They will DEFINITELY wear an outfit that's part of her motif/m.o (And show off how hot she is, literally)

[taylitruther]

Whatever you do don’t think about a world where Eddie is missing/presumed dead/in a coma/actually dead (that’s my least favorite option) and the will goes into effect which means Buck not only gets Chris but also Eddie’s estate.

Which means he gets his truck. The first truly selfish thing Eddie did was buy that truck with the dirty bloody fight club money, and now it’s Buck’s.

He stores it away somewhere, always having preferred the jeep, and it’s just easier to not think about most of the time.

But sometimes,on the bad days, when he misses Eddie like a limb, especially once the sheets on the bed and the clothes in the dresser stop smelling like him, and after Buck’s become nose-blind to the smell of Eddie’s bath products, Buck will spray just a tiny bit of Eddie’s cologne on one of his old shirt collars, and Buck will put it on, and he’ll hop in Eddie’s truck which is the only place that still *smells like him* and drive around.

And it’s just for him. He shares everything else with Chris, their coping mechanisms pulling together so you don’t know who came up with the idea for what. But not this, not the truck. That’s for Buck.

He even buys a St. Christopher medallion and digs out Eddie’s dog tags and hangs them from the rear view mirror. He leaves Eddie’s work duffle in the back, still full of his dirty clothes and uniforms, and there’s an old Astros hat somewhere and when Buck gets going on the freeway he can hear the water bottle he bought for Eddie rolling around on the floor.

And it’s his own private heaven and hell and confessional and baptismal font all at once.

Yeah, don’t imagine that, you’ll probably cry.

[ofmonticello]

SORRY TO BOTHER.. are you able to do leebury/Charles Lee & Samuel Seabury as songs??? It's okay if not!!!

okay here we go! i tried my best, i don't tend to view/read leebury content so i have minimal characterization for them..if this totally sucks im sooo sorry!!

Leebury as Songs:

Mr. Loverman (Ricky Montgomery)

The Bidding (Tally Hall)

Washing Machine Heart (Mitski)

I Hear a Symphony (Cody Fry)

Arcade (Duncan Lawrence)

i had to go deep into my oldest playlist for this one 😭 enjoy!!

[malldreamprincess]

THE CHICKEN SIBLINGS!! <3 They are so cute!!

[zukkaart]

Avatar and their prayers from “Campfire God Song”

Worshiped By Greeks for love, war, and beauty. They got down on their knees and prayed “Aphrodite-

Yue: Promise me true love

Aang: Promise me I’ll win (against all my enemies who try to make me sin)

Ty Lee: Promise me I’m pretty

Katara: Promise me the sea

Sokka: Promise me the Romans finally set us free

Similar to her, Rome had Venus. Their prayers just as shallow and their words just as meanless

Mai: Promise me my desires

Zuko: Promise me the West (no matter the cost, even if it’s death)

Suki: Promise me a target

Toph: Promise me a dime

Azula: Promise me the Greeks finally abide

[nevermorgue]

Nevermore characters as lyrics from songs I like.

Annabel Lee - "She carries the act so convincingly the fact is sometimes she believes it that she can be happy the way things are be happy with the things she's done" - "The Tower" By Vienna Teng Lenore - "And you don't even want to know how little I have got to lose 'Cause everything ends just where it begins And this one began with you" - "Limb from Limb" by Vanity Theft Duke - "Miracles are always made-up things, Pipe dreams, and they are useless. If I won't go back to that night, then now..." - "Liar Syndrome" by Nagekino-P

Pluto - "'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up and run away It's my business if I feel the need to smoke and drink and sway It's my problem, it's my problem if I feel the need to hide" - "Are You Satisifed? by Marina Morella - "The world I'm now in is dyed with a bright red My voice sings out to you And it blended with the outside world" - "Glass Ball Rejection" ft. Shiki Wakana Berenice - "Throw me away like I'm a hazard out of my mind Either agree or plead insane, everyone's Black or white, there is no grey" - "Grey" by QueenPb Eulalie - "I can see the strings of fate falling apart And I can see the wings of heaven Shedding their feathers" - "Two of a Kind" by GHOST Prospero - "You are the thing they throw away There are mad weeds to permeate you Watch out, bad seeds can germinate you" - "Songbird" by Junie & The Hut Friends Ada - "I just need to feel, that what we have is real. And I'm the one you've chosen." - "Bulletproof" by Kerli Montresor - "Bodily autonomy, jackpot commodity Body count is tax in his economy Livestock female to him, did he ever see you as human?" - "Female Commodity" by Caroline Carr Will - "I followed all your signs Pressed through the snow I was battered and bruised Just to see you" - "Mimicry" by Kerli

[anotherfanaccount]

Lovely Runner had the perfect run. The whole premise of it being a fantasy romcom was perfectly written, perfectly executed with a beautiful cast.

Sunjae and Sol were fated to be each other's soulmate. Their love blooms from their soul. So deep the bond that fates intervened when evils of society cut their time short. And in all of this the grandma was their fairy godmother.

The writers really need to be applauded because this was the sweetest and in the same time such a simple story. Timeloop dramas get loopy because logic but there's nothing stopping this magic. It was so well done truly.

Every scene you will think you can predict the direction will surprise you. Sometimes it's just belly aching laughter, Sometimes pure angst, Sometimes happiness that is a smile from ear to ear.

Thank you to the actors too. Actors who really bring in a personality beyond the writing and make the works more valuable have my whole heart.

[happyhuffles]

Angel - 06

Pairing: Idol!Hyunjin x Musician!oc

Genre: fluff, fluff, and fluff.

Synopsis: Two strangers with the same love for the city and songwriting meet under the stars in Chicago. They fall in love, quick and easy. But, there’s a problem. They are both keeping a big secret from each other.

Warnings: FLUFFINESS

3.2k

Masterlist

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"Before I play this last song, let me give thanks to my friends here with me on stage!"

Andrew's voice rang out to the cheering crowd. 

"Anne and Ny Oh, the lovely girls singing back up." 

They both waved to the crowd, wide smiles on their faces. 

"Mitch, on guitar and Adam our bassist."

Both boys joined hands and bent into a deep bow. 

"And finally, Sarah, the best drummer I've ever met!"

The brunette smile and thanked Andrew for the praise before blowing a kiss to the crowd.  

Hozier waits a moment for the crowd to calm before speaking again. "Thank you all for bringing these songs to life."

The crowd explodes into cheers again. 

Looking away from her friend, Anne decides to scan the crowd. The group of people watching their performance hadn't been expecting their three song serenade but had welcomed them with a crazy amount of energy. Most faces were hidden behind phone screens or flashing light sticks, but the few Anne could really see had wide smiles. 

She looked back to Andrew who had his hands raised again. Trying to signal the crowd to quiet down again so they could hear what he had to say. 

"Stay... we are gonna end the night with a special song," he starts adding suspense. 

Backstage, Felix is pushing through his bandmates and sprinting to Hyunjin's dressing room. It was time. Francesca was going to play for the world to hear. The song that Hyunjin and Anne wrote together. And, his friend would see the love of his life and his fans sing it wholeheartedly. 

"Hyunjin, get out here now!" 

Felix throws his friends door open and grabs him by the arm, quite literally dragging him out. Not paying mind to the confused look on his face or his protests.

He pushes Hyunjin through the crowd of his bandmates and towards the entrance to the stage where a they get a perfect view of the performance. So he can see Anne. 

"Felix wha-"

"You need to see this, hyung," Felix cuts him off. 

He see's Hyunjin's eyes look out to the stage scanning the area before his whole body tenses. The reaction telling Felix all he needed to know. 

Now that his friend is in place, he steps back towards the rest of the members. Changbin and Bangchan immediately throw an arm over each of his shoulders and he feels Jeongin proudly clap him on the back. 

"Good work," Bangchan whispers into his ear. 

Felix just smiles and gives a subtle nod. Hopefully, this plays out the way they thought that it would. 

Back on stage, Andrew had finally gotten the excited crowd to lower their volume. He took a deep breath, throwing a faint side eye to Anne. 

"This next song," he starts slowly, "was written by a dear friend, but..." he hesitates evilly, "you all may know her as Angel."

"This is Francesca!"

The crowd erupts. Cheers shake the venue as thousands of voices call out the name Anne secretly used—the name that had defined her whole career when she was nothing more than a voice behind the melody tonight.

Hyunjin barely hears any of it.

His world narrows to the stage, to the girl standing beneath the golden lights, her silhouette illuminated like something out of a dream.

Anne stands to the far side, blinking at the overwhelming reaction before she laughs, the sound bright and full of life. She tucks a loose strand of hair that had fallen to frame her face behind her ear, a habit he still remembers, and shifts on her feet, looking equal parts stunned and radiant.

The way the stage lights catch in her eyes makes them glow, and when she smiles—Hyunjin swears it steals the breath right from his lungs.

She’s beautiful.

Painfully, achingly beautiful

He doesn’t even register Felix stepping up beside him again, doesn’t hear the soft chuckles from his members as they watch him go still. Or their surprised gasps at the revelation of Angel. His hands tremble at his sides, and he swallows hard, unable to look away.

Then the music starts. A familiar melody, that he had sung a dozen times with the love of his life. 

"Do you think I'd give up"

"That this might've shook the love from me"

"Or that I was on the brink?"

He watches Anne sing. Her body swaying softly to the beat. Two hands grip the mic-stand and her eyes fall closed as she focus's. The sight is heavenly. 

He’s seen her sing before—countless times, in dimly lit rooms with nothing but an acoustic guitar and the warmth of shared laughter between them. He’s watched her sing in the dead of night, lying beside him in tangled sheets, humming the melody against his shoulder.

But this is different.

She’s bathed in stage lights, golden, and unreal. Singing the song that they wrote together. 

"My life was a storm, since I was born"

"How could I fear any hurricane?"

Hyunjin sings along too. He can't help it. Not when the words have lived inside him for so long, not when he remembers the night they first wrote them together, tangled in sheets with a pen and paper between them, trading verses like a secret only they could share.

On stage, Anne opens her eyes and gazes out at the crowd. Its a beautiful sight. The songs was only released a few weeks ago yet hundreds of people are singing along. The energy is untouchable and something that only an artist as talented as her friend could create. 

She smiles.

Her chest feels light, her heart racing in time with the music.

"If someone asked me at the end"

Anne's eye's finish sweeping over the crowd and then find their way onto the stage. 

Andrew is singing with a fiery passion. Mitch and Adam are back to back strumming their instruments in perfect tune. Sarah's sticks are hitting the drums keeping the songs steady tempo. 

Anne’s lips part slightly, taking it all in—until her gaze drifts further.

Until she catches sight of a figure standing just offstage.

Her breath hitches.

The music swells around her, but all she can hear is the pounding of her own heart as her eyes lock onto his.

Hyunjin.

He’s standing there, barely visible past the edge of the stage lights, but it’s him.

Anne’s fingers tighten around the mic stand.

For a moment, she forgets to breathe, her mind scrambling to make sense of what she’s seeing. He wasn’t supposed to be here. She hadn’t seen him in two months—not since the airport, when she had clung to him just a little too long, whispered just a little too many I love yous before he kissed her goodbye.

But he’s here now.

Watching her.

Singing their song.

Anne’s voice almost falters, but she pushes through, forcing herself to keep going.

"I'll tell them put me back in it"

"Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah"

"If I could hold you for a minute"

Her eyes don't leave his. They can't. Her heart beats for him and her every breath sings for him now. 

Hyunjin stands frozen, bathed in the soft glow of the stage lights, his lips parted, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. She can see the way his throat bobs as he swallows hard, the way his fingers twitch at his sides like he’s fighting the urge to reach for her.

Anne sings the words like a prayer, like a plea—because she means every single one of them.

And she knows, without a doubt, that he feels it too.

The crowd is still singing, the music still playing, but in this moment, there is only them.

"I would not change it each time (I would not change it each time)"

"Heaven is not fit to house a love (Heaven is not fit to house a love)"

The song is coming to an end. 

The crowd cheers loudly as the music crescendos.

"Like you and I (like you and I)"

"I would not change it each time (I would not change it each time)"

"Heaven is not fit to house a love (Heaven is not fit to house a love)"

"Like you and I (like you and I)"

The last note rings out.

The moment stretches, raw and electric.

Anne stands beneath the stage lights, her breath coming fast, her heart aching in her chest. And Hyunjin—Hyunjin is devastated in the best and worst way, because she’s right there, and yet he still can’t touch her.

Not yet.

Not yet.

The crowd erupts.

The spell is broken.

Anne finally blinks, a sharp breath catching in her throat, as if waking from a dream. Her hands drop from the mic stand, but her body remains frozen, like she doesn’t quite know what to do with herself now that the song is over.

He see's tears in her eyes as she stares back at him, not even noticing the ones that are rolling down his cheeks.

Hyunjin takes an unconscious step forward before Felix’s hand lands gently on his shoulder, holding him back.

Hyunjin flinches, blinking rapidly as if breaking out of a trance. He doesn’t turn to look at Felix, doesn’t react to the murmured words his friend offers.

His entire being is still focused on her.

And Anne—

Anne forces in a shaky breath, swallowing past the lump in her throat.

She can’t do this. Not now.

So she does the only thing she can—she pulls herself together.

With a trembling smile, she blinks back the last of her tears and finally, finally steps away from the mic stand, turning toward Andrew as he steps forward to address the crowd.

Hyunjin’s eyes stay locked on her, like he’s afraid she’ll disappear the second he looks away.  He is there, standing just beyond the entrance, waiting. His chest is rising and falling with deep, uneven breaths. The tears on his face are gone, wiped away, but his eyes are still glassy.

When the stage lights turn dark and a ten minute warning is called, they finally make their way backstage. 

As soon as Anne's silhouette is hidden behind stage, she runs to him. 

Hyunjin doesn’t move at first, his entire body freezing as her arms wrap around him, her face pressing into the fabric of his shirt, soaking it with her tears. But then—slowly, shakily—he inhales, and his hands come up to clutch her, his arms wrapping around her waist with a force that leaves her breathless.

The moment they reconnect, everything else fades away. There’s no one else in the world except for them, no distance, no barriers, no pain. It’s just Anne and Hyunjin, together again.

“I missed you,” Anne whispers, her voice muffled against his chest. 

Hyunjin swallows hard, his voice a rasp as he finally speaks, his lips grazing her hair. “I missed you so much. You have no idea.”

They stay together, holding each other tightly in their arms. The broken pieces of their hearts healing instantly just from their proximity.

Anne is the first to pull back, just enough to see his face, her hands clutching at his hoodie. “You’re in Stray Kids?” Her voice is almost a breath, as if saying it aloud makes it more real. She already knew bits and pieces about Hyunjin being an artist but he never mentioned just how big his name was. 

Hyunjin lets out a soft, shaky laugh, his eyes never leaving hers. “And you’re Angel.” His fingers trace down her arm, like he’s trying to ground himself. “You’re the Angel.”

Anne flinches slightly at the name, still unused to hearing it from him. She sees the emotions flicker across his face—disbelief, awe, the faintest trace of hurt. “I wanted to tell you,” she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. “So many times. But I didn’t know how.”

Hyunjin shakes his head, cupping her face between his hands. “Me too,” he says, his voice rough with regret. “Every time we talked about music, about what we wanted—I wanted to tell you, but I was scared. Scared it would change things, that it would make it all… complicated.”

Anne exhales shakily, her fingers curling into the fabric of his hoodie. "Me too."

Then, as if on cue, they both let out breathless, choked giggles—small at first, then growing until they’re full-on laughing at themselves, at each other, at the sheer ridiculousness of it all.

Anne presses her forehead against his chest, shaking her head. “We’re such idiots.”

Hyunjin laughs harder, pulling her closer. “Seriously. Months of stress, overthinking, and we both were hiding the same thing?” He pulls back just enough to give her a teasing look. 

"Like I said, we're idiots," Anne says with a soft giggle. 

Hyunjin just shakes his head his fingers rubbing soft circles into the exposed flesh of her waist. He looks down at Anne, the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. His breath of fresh air, the love of his life, the other half to his heart. Still, he can't believe that he is lucky enough to be loved by her. 

Moving his hands to the sides of her waist, Hyunjin grips her gently pulling her flush to him. Its a smooth motion that has the girls heart flipping in her chest. The warmth of her body seeps into his, chasing away every lonely night, every moment spent missing her. She tilts her head up, her wide eyes searching his, her lips parted slightly in anticipation, and Hyunjin feels his pulse quicken.

 He stands taller than Anne by a few inches and tucks his head down so he is level with her lips. His nose bumping against hers along the way. 

 "I love you," he whispers.

Then he is covering her mouth with his. 

The kiss is slow at first, like the first sip of something warm after standing in the cold for too long. A quiet kind of desperation lingers beneath it, the need to make up for lost time, to pour everything he feels into this one perfect moment. Anne melts into him instantly, her hands sliding up to his shoulders, gripping onto the soft fabric of his jersey.

Hyunjin tilts his head, deepening the kiss, his hands mapping the curve of her waist like he’s memorizing her all over again. She tastes like something sweet, something he never wants to go without. And when her fingers slide up into his hair, running along the freshy buzzed cut, he exhales a quiet, shaky breath against her lips. Hyunjin shivers at her touch, his grip on her tightening instinctively. A low hum rumbles in his chest, caught somewhere between a sigh and a quiet plea for more.

The awkward sound of someone clearing their throat beside them, pulls them apart rapidly. 

They jolt apart, snapping their heads toward the sound, both breathless and dazed like they’ve just surfaced from underwater.

Standing beside them, arms crossed, is none other than Felix. His eyebrows are raised in clear amusement, but there’s an unmistakable smugness in his expression.

"Umm, we're on in two. Might wanna fix your make-up real quick."

Anne freezes, eyes widening in horror. She immediately pulls back, frantically checking Hyunjin's face. Sure enough, her berry colored gloss is smeared across his lips in the most obvious way. 

“Oh my God,” she mutters under her breath, covering her face with both hands. "I'm gonna go get a wipe!"

Hyunjin, completely unbothered, just grins, rubbing the back of his buzzed head. His tongue darting out to taste stain of her lips that lingers on his mouth. 

Anne turns and runs to her dressing room. No doubt a bag of make-up wipes sits on her vanity. 

Hyunjin just watches her go with a dazed smile, looking like he’s already ready to kiss it off and back onto his mouth all over again.

Felix sighs, patting his shoulder. “You’re so gone, man.”

Hyunjin doesn’t even deny it. “Yeah,” he says simply, his eyes never leaving Anne. “I really am.”

_____

"Pay up boys," Felix chimes happily. 

A collective groan echoes from behind him.

He, Andrew, and the rest of the band stand near the dressing rooms watching Hyunjin and Anne. Not because they're perverts, no, because they had all placed bets. 

"I wasn't expecting Hyunjin to be so bold? Since when is he like that?" Seungmin huffed angrily, throwing a twenty dollar bill Felix's way. 

Felix catches the bill mid-air, grinning. “Since love turned him into a reckless romantic.”

Changbin groans, dramatically running a hand down his face. “I was hoping Anne would at least kiss him first—I didn’t want to lose the whole thing.” With a deep sigh, he pulls out his wallet and tosses another bill onto Felix’s growing stack.

The group laughs, but Felix just grins, flipping through the bills as he relishes in his victory.

Andrew chuckles, shaking his head. “You all underestimated just how down bad Hyunjin really is. Trust me, his love letters are no joke.”

Jisung and Minho cooed cutely at the words. The two were proud of their love-struck friend despite losing a bill in the bet. They didn't think he was such a romantic but they were proved to be very wrong.

Jeongin, leaning lazily against the wall, tilts his head. “So… does this mean we start betting on when they write their next love song together?"

The group pauses for a moment, all eyes darting toward the couple still lost in their world.

“Absolutely,” Andrew says with a devilish grin. “I’m betting they’ll write a song by the end of the weekend."

Felix scoffs loudly at this. "I bet they write a song by the end of the night."

The group breaks out into immediate chaos. Placing bets and throwing shade at each others estimates. 

“No way,” Changbin laughs. “They’re too wrapped up in each other. There’s no way they’ll be thinking about writing music tonight.”

“I’m with Felix,” Jisung chimes in, his grin as mischievous as Felix’s. “If they’re that lovey-dovey, they’ll be in the middle of a new song before the night’s even halfway through.”

Seungmin snorts, crossing his arms. “You guys seriously think they’ll do something as productive as write a song right tonight?” He points a finger toward the couple. “They can’t even stop staring at each other long enough to see that Bangchan has been taking pictures like a proud dad.”

At the sound of his name the leader looks over at his friends sheepishly and pockets his phone. 

Bangchan raises his hands in defense. “Hey, I was just... capturing the moment!” He winks at the group, trying to play it cool. “Not like I’ll ever hear the end of it if I didn’t take a few pictures for the album.”

The group bursts into laughter.

"No way they are writing music, but speaking of music..." Changbin starts, reeling the conversation back to the bet with a shit eating grin, "we're probably gonna need those noise canceling headphones tonight."

Changbin’s grin widens. “You better believe it. With that kind of chemistry they're gonna be up-"

"Changbin shut up right now!" 

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[pink-tk-a-latte]

Don’t Make Me Worry

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To a Happy New Year in 2025!!!!!! It is the season of the Hinomoris!!! Hwuagauhsha I love the Hinomori sisters,, I miss all of the siblings COLOPALE GIVE US ANOTHER SIBLING EVENT. Fair warning for a smidgen of baby talk from Shizuku bc, as a ler, she would.

sfw tickle fic!! project sekai: lee!shiho, ler!shizuku (familial) feat. a cameo from the tenmas!!

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“Shii, please don’t be angry with me!”

“I’m not angry,” Shiho muttered as she slid the door shut, channeling every ounce of her self-control to not slam it. Her hand was shaking, just a little, and she quickly hid it behind her back.

Knelt on the tatami mat, Shizuku pouted, her hands coming together nervously. Noticeably, she did not have her phone on her. They had Tsukasa and Saki on the case, but the missing phone was still the root of Shiho’s flaring headache.

“But you look angry! I’m so so sorry, Shii!”

“It’s fine. Just drop it.”

“I’m sorry for interrupting your practice time and bothering you and making you bring me home! I deserve to be yelled at. Please forgive me.” The line of Shizuku’s eyes began to quiver, and Shiho’s stomach plummeted.

“Please don’t cry, I don’t know what to do if you cry!” she rushed out. Shiho felt maybe a little bad treating her older sister like a child. Then again, if she was going to get lost around the city at night, like a child, maybe she deserved it… “I’m not mad at you. It’s just…” Shiho joined her sister on the mat and crossed her arms. “Look, you were out there all by yourself. What if you broke something or got stuck, or a crook came after you? It feels pretty crappy when I can’t be there to back you up, s’all.”

Shizuku’s watery frown quickly bloomed into a smile, and she reached out a graceful hand to ruffle Shiho’s hair. “Aww, Shii is so cute when she worries about me! I’m so lucky to have such a caring baby sister!”

Of course. I worry about you too, you know. With a grunt, Shiho batted her hand away. “It— It’s not like that! And you’re too carefree! You weren’t thinking; something really bad could’ve happened,” she scolded.

“Oh, I would take care of it. I’m an idol, remember? I’m strong!” Shizuku put a hand on her shoulder and gave her a tranquil, airy smile. Shiho sighed.

You being an idol is what has me worried. Shiho’s arms remained crossed, wary of her sister at her side. She fixed an aloof expression to her face (and failed to notice her pinkened cheeks or the moue of her lips. Cute when she worries).

Her stony silence was disrupted by a high squeak and a zap of electricity splitting through her ribs. Shiho launched herself to the other side of the mat. Embarrassed pooled in her cheeks, until she glanced at her sister and paled at the expression she found.

“Sh— Shizuku!” Her voice jumped in volume, her mute removed. “What is up with you?”

“I’m showing you I have ways of defending myself!” Shizuku laughed lightly, inching closer. Shiho inched away. “If a bad guy tries to attack me, I’ll just do this!”

“Huh!? Get awa— AHehey!”

Her nimble fingers fluttered under Shiho’s arms. She gasped and flailed, feeling her core muscles stiffen and her composure crumble. “Ehehaha wahahait! Shizukuhu nohoHOhaha!

Soft, shrieky giggles rung out of Shiho’s mouth, Shizuku’s hands an unwelcome worming in her underarms. She fell onto her side, squirming and puffing air. “S- Stohop waHAha whahaHY thiHIhis!? Thihis dohohoesn’t— this doesn’t hahahehehelp!”

“Doesn’t it? Hmm, but it looks like it works,” Shizuku asked, a guileless frown on her face even as Shiho’s mind buffered in bewilderment. “My trick is so effective, it even made gwumpy Shii laugh!”

Shiho’s stomach fluttered. “IHIhI’m nohot, ihihit’s juhuhust chihihildihihish!” Shiho’s wriggling and head-shaking was futile; she knew Shizuku had mastered the art of clinginess. All she could do was squeeze her elbows to her sides and try to hide her aching, red-hot cheeks.

Shizuku leaned over, beaming when she caught Shiho’s smile, so wide that her eyes had to squint to fit it on her face. “Aww, there’s that smile I wuv so much!” Her fingers escaped Shiho’s underarms and crawled down her ribs. Squealing, Shiho curled into a ball and covered her face. “That warm smile that belongs to my adorable adorable sister! Shii must be having so much fun.”

As earnest as Shizuku was, her observations were lighting sparklers in Shiho’s face. She didn’t deny it— but only because she didn’t get the chance to, okay!?

As Shizuku continued to spout gibberish such as ‘Shii’s just so squeezable!’ and ‘it’s my roly-poly sister!’, the fluttering fingers suddenly vanished.

Eyes popped open, Shiho inhaled and prepared to rub the tingling away, when the hands suddenly reappeared, now finding a way under her hoodie. “Oh, Shii, what’s this?” Shizuku tilted her head, and Shiho squeaked and braced herself. “All of a sudden I feel… Aah… Aaah… Aaaah tatatatatatata!”

Not the tatatata’s! Shizuku accompanied these with quick skitterings up and down Shiho’s sides. It was her worst nightmare right from her childhood! The Shiho-ball cried and rolled around in an effort to outrun the embarrassment. “NOnohono! Stohop stop! AHAHIhI’m nahaHAT a kihihihID! SHIhizuKUHUhu!”

Like a string suddenly plucked and reverberating in Shiho’s muscles, a burst of strength allowed her to break free and roll away, collapsing onto the tatami mat. She gulped in air and threw her arms over her burning face.

“Onee-chan! Thahat wouldn’t stohop a crook at all!” Shiho exclaimed, astounded at how grandma-like her sister could be. Tickling? As a weapon of defense? Seriously?

Shizuku padded over to her, her hands nearly brushing Shiho’s sides. She tensed, only to relax when all Shizuku did was flop onto the mat next to her. “Aww, Shii, I only wanted to relieve some of your stress.”

Shiho dropped her arms. She turned to Shizuku. Her wobbly eyes had returned, and Shiho breathed. “I… get that, but.” Shiho looked down and pretended her fingers were playing a chord on her bass. “It’s not so easy to stop worrying about you.”

Shizuku giggled, as delicate and comforting as her name. “I understand what you mean. I’m always worried as well.”

Shiho glanced to her side, eyelids and mouth parted. “Really?”

“Mhm.” Shizuku’s eyes crinkled honestly, a clear, intent sheen to them that Shiho had only seen maybe once before. “I worry about Airi, and Minori, and Haruka. And about my future as an idol, and making the fans happy.” She shook her head. “But I still want to be a reliable older sister for you, someone that you can confide in. That’s why I’ll do my best not to be a reason for Shii’s concern!”

I’ll always be looking out for you, though… Shiho sighed, a tiny smile creeping up her mouth. “And I guess… I’ll let my sister work herself up over me more often.” Then she huffed again. “Just don’t lose your phone again, got it?”

Evidently not getting it, Shizuku gasped, eyes twinkling, almost like she was about to cry again. “Shii!”

“Ah, Shizuku! Don’t glomp me like that!”

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Meanwhile, with the Tenma siblings…

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“Found it!”

Tsukasa hopped to his feet, planting a hand on his hip. The phone he held up like a trophy had a translucent mint case, a dangling swan charm, and scuffs and scratches all over. Definitely the right one.

“Yay! Good job, Nii-chan!” Saki clapped and cheered as she stepped out of the bush she had been looking in. “Now let’s call Shizuku and Shihoppy and tell them the good news.”

Pulling out his phone, Tsukasa laughed triumphantly. “Aha, of course! I shall inform Shizuku that her hero and his sister-in-arms have prevailed!” He dialed a contact — Shizuku’s, of course — and listened to his phone ring.

…And the phone in his other hand, Shizuku’s phone, rang as well.

Brother and sister looked at each other.

“Ah.”

“Ah…”

Maybe we should just walk to their house…

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Grhalsjkaja Shizuku the girl that you are… anyway lee!Shiho!!!! Or as I like to call her, Shleeho!! Ahaha…

Anyway the Hinomori siblings are so darn adorable I just know Shiho worries so much about Shizuku bc that girl does not worry enough for herself, the same way Shizuku dotes on Shiho and tries (tries) to give her as carefree a life as possible

HC that Shizuku baby-talks her lees not even in a malicious way just bc that’s her natural reaction whenever she sees something cute, and Shiho when she’s tkled curls up into ball hoping that will protect her. Normally she’s a fighter but when it comes to tkling… it’s flight or freeze

ALSO I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE FIRST DRAFT AFTER SPENDING 3 HOURS ON IT AND HAD TO RETYPE LIKE 85% OF IT SO I AM WRITING THIS FUELED BY RAGE. I hope I didn’t forget smth bc I literally don’t retain anything. Also I’ve been working on this since July?????

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