#pull up standee

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Roll up Banner Stands for Advertising at Events and Exhibitions

Roll up Banner Stands for Advertising at Events and Exhibitions

Roll Up Standee offers advertising banners and stands that are simple to use, yet provide high quality and professional results. Showcase your product imagery at exhibitions with easy to carry roll up standees. 1. Portable standee printing to display product imagery and branding. 2. Set it up in a minute 3. Easy to carry around 4. Light weight product ideal for carrying on flights 5. Store…

[gio-cosmo]

It’s my birthday soon should I put this photo of Jin on a cake perhaps

[sgkprinters]

What is the standee size of a roll up banner?

They consist of a printed graphic panel that is attached to a retractable mechanism housed within a base. The banner can be easily set up by pulling the graphic panel up from the base and attaching it to a support pole or stand.

Standard Sizes

While roll up banners can be customized to various sizes, there are several standard sizes that are widely used in the industry. The most common standard sizes for roll-up banners include:

850mm x 2000mm (33.5” x 78.7”): This is one of the most popular sizes for roll-up banners. It offers a good balance between portability and visibility, making it suitable for a wide range of applications including trade shows, exhibitions, retail displays, and presentations.

1000mm x 2000mm (39.4” x 78.7”): Slightly wider than the 850mm version, this size provides additional space for larger graphics and more content. It is often chosen when extra visibility and impact are desired, such as in high-traffic areas or larger exhibition spaces.

1200mm x 2000mm (47.2” x 78.7”): This is the widest standard size available for roll-up banners. It offers even more space for graphics and text, making it ideal for situations where maximum visibility and impact are required, such as in large exhibition halls or outdoor events.

Factors to Consider

When choosing the standee size of a roll up banner, it’s essential to consider several factors to ensure that it meets your specific needs and requirements:

Venue and Space: Consider the size of the venue where the roll-up banner will be displayed. If space is limited, a smaller size may be more appropriate to avoid overcrowding. On the other hand, larger venues may require a bigger banner to ensure visibility from a distance.

Audience and Visibility: Think about the intended audience and how far away they will be from the banner. A larger size may be necessary for outdoor events or locations with high foot traffic to ensure that the message is visible from a distance.

Content and Design: Evaluate the amount of content you need to display on the banner. If you have a lot of information or detailed graphics, a larger size may be necessary to prevent overcrowding and maintain readability.

Portability: Consider how easily the banner can be transported and set up at different locations. Larger banners may be more challenging to transport and require additional support to ensure stability.

Budget: Keep in mind that larger banners may be more expensive to produce than smaller ones due to the increased printing and material costs. Consider your budget constraints when choosing the size of the roll-up banner.

Custom Sizes

When opting for a custom size, work closely with your printing provider to determine the dimensions that best suit your needs while ensuring optimal print quality and visual impact. Provide them with detailed specifications and artwork files to ensure that the final product meets your expectations.

Conclusion

However, custom sizes offer flexibility for tailored solutions to specific requirements. By carefully considering these factors and working closely with your printing provider, you can choose the right size roll up banner to effectively promote your brand and message in any setting.

[ailawritesfics]

✎cw: 18+ minors dni, voyeurism(shigaraki watches), unprotected sex, slight exhibitionism(dabi leaves the door open), fem bodied reader

Thinking about Dabi fucking you in Shigaraki's room.

And he does it just to spite Shigaraki.

You've both just returned after a long day of finishing grueling tasks assigned by the man whose room you're about to ruin, pushing past the others and stepping into the closest bedroom. Dabi's lips are on yours, rough hands already on your body as he guides you inside, neglecting to shut the door in his haste to have you, to embrace you.

You could barely breathe in between his kisses, and in the corner of your eyes you see the chipped wooden door left ajar but you're too far in the room to reach it. You know Dabi left it open on purpose. You know he brought you to Shigaraki's room on purpose, too, but right now you were too fueled by your desire to care.

The back of your legs hit the mattress, and you cling to him when he lays you on the bed. Holding you close to him, bodies pressing against each other as his lips press on yours again and again, desperate for each other's touch. You rake your fingers over his scalp and wrap your other arm around his neck, pressing deeper into the kiss.

He groans at the feeling of your hands on his body, and in the way your lips moved in sync with his. The weight of his body keeps you in place, and as he pulls back, you stare at each other for a moment, panting heavily.

You can feel his breath on your face, and the way his eyes stare into your own, a telepathic way of expressing his desires, and it sends shivers down your spine. In the way he looks at you, drinking in your similarly flushed expression, he almost looks desperate.

Dabi leans down to press his lips on your jaw, lingering a few seconds too long, hips deliciously grinding against yours, eliciting a moan from you at the feeling of his bulge rubbing over your clothed cunt.

"This is Shigaraki's room," You breathe out while your fingers thread through his hair, tilting your head to the side, eyeing the haphazardly displayed figurines and alarming amount of knock-off merch perched on shelves and drawers and the two screen monitor by the corner.

Shigaraki's room was as familiar to you as your own by now, you've nearly memorized which standee goes where and who it stands next to and it's all because of how much Dabi loves to bring you to the boss' room and fuck you dumb on the unmade bed.

"He'll scold us if he finds us in here again.”

Dabi's response is a chuckle, not really caring about the consequences.

"Let him. I don't care," He plants a kiss on the corner of your lips, smirking while he drags his hand down to your hips. "Besides, when has his scolding ever stopped us?”

His lips are on yours once more, kissing you once, then twice, tasting the flavor of your favorite lip gloss. His hands tug at the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head, tossing the article of clothing to a corner of the room alongside his own shirt.

Soon the raven was fiddling with your lower garments, trying to tug it off you.

“Someone's in a rush.” You tease him, lifting your hips just enough to help him take off the rest of your clothes, leaving you in only your bra.

“You've been teasing me all day, doll. You're lucky I didn't drag you down an alley and fucked you there on a dumpster.” Dabi unbuckles his belt, tossing it aside. Cerulean eyes rake over your body, enjoying the view all while his hands slowly drag down your abdomen, moving lower and lower.

A moan slips past your lips when he pushes two fingers into you, and his thumb draws circles on your clit.

“Just fuck me already.”

Shigaraki immediately knew what was happening when he saw the door to his room left ajar. For the third time this week you and Dabi have once again found yourselves in his room to fuck and he's almost had it with the two of you. Approaching the door with heavy footsteps and a goal in mind to scold the two of you, his hand halts on the knob when he hears your moans accompanied by the rhythmic sound of skin slapping and the sound of his bed frame creaking and hitting the wall.

Peeking through the gap, he sucks in a breath seeing the sight before him. Your body laid on his bed while Dabi thrusts into you roughly, he had to wipe the drool on the corner of his lips, wishing he was the one in the burnt man’s place. He can feel himself straining in his pants, mentally scolding himself for how his body is reacting.

He had tried to keep the two of you busy and occupied with completing missions but you both still somehow find yourselves fucking in his room upon returning to the hideout.

With a shout of your names, he shoves the door open with a scowl. "You two have your own room. Stop fucking in mine.”

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

twst multi-charms, art book, bday lottery, oh my!

***Please note:*** Sharing merch images + news is not intended to encourage and/or to pressure anyone into making purchases. It is up to the individual consumer to be informed and to choose how they spend their money.

More collaboration items with MAYLA! These look like hair accessories, but actually they're charms. Each dorm's charm features their emblem and a key in the associated dorm's color. There's also a different bow style and patterns for each dorm!

There are now sample images out for the 4th edition of the Twisted Wonderland Official Visual Book series. This volume will feature the high res. artwork of later event cards, including Sam's New Year Sale, Harveston Sledathon, A Firelit Sky, Vargas Camp, and Glorious Masquerade.

A bunch of birthday themed items will be featured in a Sega lottery (yes, more gacha unfortunately). Some things you could pull are:

Stickers

Pop-up birthday cards

Acrylic standees

Card sleeves…? (I believe that’s what they’re called??)

Rings (each has a character's name in the design) we literally just got rings as merch a few days ago and now MORE?? 😭

Cloth tapestries

Vol. 1 features characters from Heartslabyul, Savanaclaw, and Pomefiore. Vol. 2 features characters from Octavinelle, Scarabia, Ignihyde, and Diasomnia.

And finally!! Idia's 1/8 scale figure will be on display at an exhibition. We had previously already seen the design. Now Yana and team are working on designing the Malleus 1/8 scale figure. More details to come at a later date!

[deadtired-highkeyenergetic]

A Quiet Love

Sorry for the lack of updates. Been very busy with schoolwork and fell sick today. Still, here's my latest need to cuddle with Astarion.

Oh I also went to Anime Impulse at Seattle and gosh that was fun. Bought an Astarion print and a standee to start my Astarion shrine in my cupboard, bought a wooden magnet carving of a rly cute egg sushi, bought some stuff for my friends back home too.

Summary: You have a nightmare and Astarion chases it away in his own way.

Ragged breaths tear through you as you run through the trees, clutching your bleeding side with one hand and wiping away your sweat with the other. You can hear the shouts of your pursuers, hear the thundering hooves of the horses some of them are riding, all of which spur your feet onwards in spite of the screams from your muscles.

Your head spins and you nearly fall over. You won’t last long in this chase, they will catch and torture you before executing you in front of the whole town, exactly as the oracle had predicted. Still, if that is your destiny, you’re not about to just roll over and let them have you. If they want you, they are going to have to work for it.

You stumble in a zigzag pattern, darting in and out of your pursuers’ sight and hear their hollers of frustration, causing you to grin. Your pursuers are terrible at their job if they can’t even catch a wounded target. You nearly laugh out loud, stopped only by the blood that bubbles up your throat when you try.

Even so, they inevitably catch up to you. With how your vision keeps giving way, there is no other outcome, but you continue to be defiant, resisting their capture even as the black spots worm their way in.

“Come on, scared of injured prey?” You cough, sending a bloody grin their way. Your pursuers move closer, encircling you but they maintain their distance, much to your amusement. You can feel your lifeblood leaving your body, you won’t last much longer and yet they’re still so afraid of you.

Your fingers curl, ready to fight as hard as you can before they take you when a fireball incinerates half the pursuers, leaving nothing but blackened ash. A war cry follows suit, revealing a tiefling with one horn and a githyanki warrior charging into the fray swinging their weapons which takes out most of the remaining pursuers.

Your gaze flicks about the battlefield, looking for a particular pale elf but you don’t see him amidst the chaos of it all. One of your remaining pursuers, however, spots you and moves in from behind, gladius primed to strike but a dagger plunges into his neck before he gets the chance.

“You really need to watch your back more, my love. I can’t watch it for you forever.”

Your eyes light up when you see who it is, the urge to run over and jump into his arms tugging at your heart but all you can manage is a hasty stumble in his direction, a silent yelp leaving your lips as gravity pulls your body downwards, straight at the ground.

“Falling for me again?” A pair of cold arms wrap themselves around you, stopping your descent. You heave a relieved sigh, closing your eyes as you lean into the cooling embrace of your vampire lover, feeling your body give out without an adrenaline high to sustain it anymore.

“I will always fall for you,” you murmur tiredly. You feel your body sag against his, feel his panic as he realises you’re bleeding out all over the ground. His voice rises a pitch, sharp fingernails digging ever so slightly into your flesh and you want to comfort him, reassure him that you’re not going anywhere but your muscles refuse to move and you can’t do anything about it.

“Darling, stay with me. As tasty as you look leaking blood, you’re leaking too much blood.” He holds you close, trying to staunch the bleeding with one hand while the other haphazardly rummages through the bag for a healing potion.

“Too…much…? I thought…you’d…appreciate it…” You’re getting dizzier and dizzier, with more of your vision fading to black. His red eyes pierce the veil that’s being drawn over your eyes, willing you to stay awake but the pull of the void is too strong, you can’t hold on anymore.

“Well, you see love…love? Love!”

And the world turns black.

You wake up with a start, chest heaving and sweat running down your back.

A nightmare. A rather vivid one at that.

You pinch the bridge of your nose, willing your thundering heart to calm down before it can wake the trancing vampire next to you but his movements suggest that he has already woken up.

“Nightmare?” He murmurs quietly, his tone a far cry from his usual way of speaking.

“Hrm,” you reply, blood pounding in your ears. The world refocuses, showing you the vampire who is gazing at you with such concern in his eyes, his eyebrows creased in worry.

“I’m alright, Star. Just need to…get a breath of fresh air,” you wave him off. “Sorry for interrupting your trance.”

“I was about to head off for a hunt.” He pauses for a moment. “Would you like to come along, my dear?”

“That…sounds nice.” You rub your eyes, feeling his hand brush against yours. Giving his hand a squeeze, you push yourself up, wiping the night’s terrors away and step out into the cool fresh air, taking a deep breath. You hear him stop just behind you, his shoulder brushing against yours and you take his hand once more.

“I just need you,” you whisper, the words meant only for his ears. He nods, pressing closer to you and swallows the honeyed words that almost fall from his lips out of habit. What you need now is him, not the words his tongue can form, not the services he can provide.

You just need him.

It’s not something anyone else can provide, it’s something unique to him and something he’s comfortable with providing. If all you want is for him to sit by your side, he will happily do just that.

Astarion lets you lead the way, sitting on the steps next to you with a clear view of the city. He wants to know what your nightmare was about so that he can reassure you better, but watching you take in the city’s night lights with quiet awe, he decides that dredging up the past can wait and patiently sits next to you, exactly like he promised. He takes your hand, relishing in the way your fingers automatically curl around his hand.

“I’m right here, my love.” he says for no other reason than he wants to say it. You nod, squeezing his hand before resting your head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath.

“Thank you,” you whisper. The quiet night beckons the words from your lips, the words you have yet to say to him and mean it with all your heart. You feel him slip an arm around your waist, pulling you closer and feel his lips ghost over your hair.

“I love you.”

[apomaro-mellow]

Matchmaking Harringtons 1

After a nice, hearty breakfast the Harrington family packed into the car and drove off to the mall for some shopping. They didn't have any set summer plans yet but that could always change. In fact, Steve's parents were formulating some schemes while he busied himself looking through a rack of shorts.

"He could always meet people on a cruise", Diane suggested.

"True, but Steve would need his own suite", Jonas said.

"Well we would've given him one anyway."

"What about a trip to Paris? The most romantic city in the world."

"And get his heart broken by one of those flighty Europeans? I think not", Diane vetoed.

Jonas shrugged. "It's a summer romance."

"There's a difference between a summer romance and a summer fling."

"....There is?"

"And besides, didn't we say we wanted him to get serious with someone?"

"True. A nice fella to settle down with", Jonas said, almost with a dreamy sigh as he thought about his son NOT being in the rumor mill for once.

"I didn't mean that serious", Diane said.

"Well all of this means nothing if we can't find anyone."

"Are you guys still talking about my love life? Which I remind you is none of your business?", Steve asked, chosen shorts in hand.

"Actually, we were talking about our love life", Jonas said before pulling his wife close and kissing her cheek.

It got the desired reaction from their son, a groan as he averted his eyes. After getting a couple of things to spruce up their wardrobe, Steve thought he could break free, but they truly planned to make a day of the trip.

His mom wanted some new sunglasses and his dad spent an inhuman amount of time searching for a new wallet. When he was younger, his parents rewarded his patience with an ice cream cone or something to that effect.

Now that he was older, he preferred other things. But his folks still knew his tells well, so it only took him glancing at the music store before Diane was leading them towards it.

"If we take a road trip, we need something to listen to. Pick something good."

She said this to both her husband and son, but Steve was the one moving, slowly towards a standee in the store.

"Holy...I can't believe it!"

"You like this guy?", Diane asked. The standee was of a man, with what must be their latest music in cassette form.

Steve looked at her like she was living under a rock. "Mom, you don't just 'like' Bon Jovi you...This", he picked up one of the cassette tapes, "Is something to be treasured."

"So you really like him."

"Not just him!", Steve said quickly, his face getting a little pink. "It's a whole band not just one guy."

While Steve was talking to his mother about what was apparently a well-liked music group, Jonas was having a moment of enlightenment. Because he saw the standee and then he saw the cashier. It was like the two of them were cut from the same cloth. Like they had the same mold.

Jonas wasn't crazy about the long hair and ripped jeans, but at least the t-shirt with the store's logo was clean. And he was wearing a nametag too. That showed some level of professionalism. He spent probably a little too long looking at him because the guy looked up as if he could feel eyes on him.

Jonas tried to meet his wife's gaze and bless her, she met his eyes right away. He sort of gave a nod towards the cashier and she looked, her lips widening into a smile as she regarded both the flesh and blood man and the one made out of cardboard. They were both thinking the same thing.

He's perfect.

Moving in sync, Diane kept Steve busy looking at other musical selections while Jonas stepped up to the counter.

"Sooo", Jonas started.

"Sooo, you ready to check out?", the cashier, Eddie said.

"I'm not actually purchasing just yet. But speaking of checking out...", Jonas turned slightly and to turn the attention to his son. "What do you think of him?"

"Umm..."

"He's a handsome fella, right?"

"Iiiis this entrapment?"

"Oh! Oh god no, don't worry, I'm his father."

"That doesn't make this any less awkward", Eddie said.

"Let me explain. My son...We want him to find someone special. And my wife and I think you might be a favorable suitor."

Eddie looked to Steve again, checking him out just a little. "And he's uh, you know, open to being courted? By someone like me?"

"Pretty open", Jonas nodded, keeping his voice low so their conversation remained as private as it could be in such a public place.

Eddie's hands were braced against the counter as he tilted his head and looked at Steve once again and Jonas could tell when someone was interested, even if they played for the other team.

"What the hell, I'll go for it."

"Perfect." Jonas beamed and moved away from the register.

After pretending to peruse for a bit more, Jonas sent Steve with some cash to buy the music they'd all picked out. He put an arm around his wife as they watched him approach Eddie.

"Well? Do I know how to pick 'em or what?"

"You got lucky", Diane said, annoyed but fond. "So, what's he like?"

"....I don't know."

"Jonas!", Diane hissed in a whisper and smacked his shoulder. "You sent our son to go flirt with a stranger and you don't even know what kind of man he is?"

"He looks like Steve's type. And he seemed nice. Has a stable job-"

"You're not a fan of the hair, are you?", Diane clocked her husband.

"It's a little lengthy. Not quite marriage material. But maybe he'll cut it before proposing."

"Who's talking about marriage?"

Jonas gave her a look. "He's a man now. And we said he needs to get serious."

"You'd let your son marry a bad boy?"

"You did", Jonas grinned.

Diane kissed his cheek. "You were barely a miscreant. And you mellowed out in your old age."

Jonas was about to say something back when Steve returned to them, music bought and bagged up.

"So uh, that cashier was somethin' huh?", Jonas said.

"What? Yeah, I guess."

While Steve was walking out of the store, Diane and Jonas shared a worried look. It had looked like he was having a fine talk with Eddie but maybe they had been mistaken. But even if they had miscalculated, they could still course correct.

Part 3

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@tartarusknight

[strongbabe2907]

Here’s a little review of Zepp Haneda - Dir en grey Who is this hell for tour 2024

In the morning i took a wrong train and almost ended in Yokohama, lmao. In the end i was there around 10:40 and we got the merch tickets.

After that we met up with a few people and had some food. The cafe/bar we went too was blasting Dir all day and played their pvs inside too, it was surreal but very cute.

Visnu brought the art books and it was so cool to see them irl before she put them in the gift box🥰 everyone worked so hard!! Go check out #SilverCoinProject if you haven’t! I’m not an artist i send in some pictures hehe. There’s also a picture in there of my gifts.. maybe i’ll post them later on social media now i have given them.

So we walked around a bit and went to the torii my friend recommended, but they were doing construction work right around it so it was a bit noisy.

When it was time for merch we found out todays sticker was Kaoru!! I hoped a shiny but unfortunately just normal ones. Still cute.

I bought more merch for friends and some standees, did some trading with other japanese fans and some gift exchange 🥰 honestly everyone has been so nice and sweet.

We god dinner before the show and i started to get nervous again.. we split up waiting because we had different numbers and i was very focused on the counting haha.

I had 235 for vip which got me… 6th row maybe? Second barrier in zepp. Which was.. i had hoped for a bit closer but it is what it is.

Again i was between Kaoru and Kyo and looked at them most. Shinya wore his white outfit, Die also wore a white outfit. I think Toshiya was all black? He wore the shorts with something on top and dramatic separate sleeves.

Kaoru looked amazing! He was in all black. Black dress shirt with big collar. Wearing a small, wide black tie. His waistcoat thing and trousers/shorts were the same texture/print. The waistcoat was much more wide/baggy and shorter in the front and longer in the back. I think it had 2 rows of 3 buttons on it. The shorts were just passed his knees and veryy wide with big pockets on the sides. He wore black leggings with them again. Black dr martens and i think socks?

His hair was pulled back in a little ponytail and he had two strands loose in the front. One behind his ear and one just loose. He had the usual make up, little fangs, eyeliner and dark shading especially around his head. He was the only one that didn’t change for the encore.

Kyo wore the same simple outfit. I still couldn’t make out the tat very well, but thought i could discern some points to it.. Visnu later mentioned she thinks it’s either like a little star or a cross?

He wore low black doc martens this time.

His voice was just 💯from the start. They seemed more energetic/relaxed than the first show (which was still really good btw). He did some dancing (god he’s so tiny..) and moved around and took his earpieces out to listen to the crowd sing/shout. Closer to the end he pointed at two people, one right ahead of me. I think one of them had made a tattoo like him and he was smiling? Cute.

Also HELLOOO obscure was so awesome. It was the more recent version which i personally prefer. It was so cool!! And i mentioned this on twitter already but Kaoru didnt do much wahwah but he did grunt along with tsumi no kisei and was doing tough guy act to the crowd and singing along with a song (sorry cant remember which) for a long but, it was really cute. They switched sides once i think. My friends said there was almost a twin towers collision but i didnt see.

After the last song (Eddie), Kyo did a big smile and said ‘bye bye’ and he was off.

Shinya’s drumstick landed right next to my foot but i was busy looking at Kaoru😭😂🙈(he was also throwing stuff). Then girl next to me notices a tiny but before me and bend down to grab it, but it was fine i mosty found it funny i missed it cos i was going 👁️ at Kao.

Everyone but Kyo also threw a tour towel.. maybe shinya didnt? Im not sure. Toshiya was smiling and put his face in it before tossing it in the crowd lol. Kaoru also threw it near the front and Die tied a knot in it again and pitched it to the back of the venue lol.

So good live! Girls around me were lively but i was standing at a bit of a dead area in the crowd?? I liked both citta and zepp even though the vibes were different. (Citta was def more intense)

After the show we got the vip bags! They’re very cute. And now i try and recover a little before heading to Kyoto.

[istharoth]

In love with a 2-D Character?! Sinostra Edition!

Blurb: In which you are a character in a popular game the Tokyo debunker boys are coincidentally in love with.

CW: Mentions of Organ Harvesting in Taiga's section.

↪ Taiga Hoshibami:

He doesn't play games. Next.

JKJK he only plays for the gacha aspect and gets annoyed when he doesn't have any more to pull.

Streamer Taiga? In this AU yes. Streamer Taiga who does absolutely insane things + says out of pocket things but doesn't get cancelled because people think that's his humour.

Taiga: "Lmao, last week I harvested organs." His fans: "OMG TAIGA YOU'RE SO FUNNY! WAS IT BLOODY!?" Also Taiga: *wants to explain the full thing but forgets so he just laughs it off*

So he plays the game right, he's bored as hell, he chooses a random character and then he sees you in the prologue.

You're bloodied up for sexy reasons and you're trying to kill him? That's his type, he loves those angry people who try to kill you, maybe you're a bit greedy too?

Geneunely regrets not choosing you in the selection screen but forgets about your existence just as quick, until you re-appear in the fourth chapter.

Pulls on every banner, does not care who the character is, he just wants to test his luck.

Has insane streamer luck, and luck in general. Is the type of streamer who does pulls on his viewer's accounts and to mess with them, he deletes a high-levelled artefact for fun.

His fanbase knows they have to say goodbye to the artefact to get the character lol

He doesn't remember you for the most part, he just knows you're relevant to the lore of the game.

Maybe has one or two merch items his fans gave him but he forgets who you are.

↪ Romeo 'Fico' Scorpius Lucci:

Adds him into the does not play games list.

Judges every character in the selection screen because Rui will not stop yapping about the game he's playing.

But who is he to judge? His last name is literally a play on Gucci.

You're a satisfactory character, in terms of design, so he picks you.

He's the type to have two accounts, has one for you, his side account, and his other account mains the character you torment, that's his main. [In this case Kaito's favourite character]

Doesn't spend money on the game because he thinks it's unnecessary, though he's easily annoyed when he doesn't get a character. Romeo: SIH [Shrivel in Hell] WTF [What the fuck] RIH [Rot in Hell] CHBB [Come home, you Basic Bitch!]

That's what goes down every time he pulls on his accounts. The last one is meant for his main account, he could never call you BB. You're him, he is you.

Romeo will go out of his way to have the clothes you wear custom-made for himself because he likes them so much.

If you mention a brand in-game, be it perfume or makeup, he's going to search for the equivalent of the irl one and get it.

Also isn't much on merch, might have a few of your jewelry statements and clothes but that's about it.

↪ Ritsu Shinjo

Why is everyone in Sinostra in the does not play games category?

But he'll play it because peer pressure always works.

Is the type of player who focuses too much on the story and if laws are mentioned, he's going to write threads on if they're wrong or right.

Might sue the game company if they're wrong. [nah he won't, I'm just exaggerating.] He understands the concept of fictional and real so i doubt.

selects you because you're the most normal based on the character selection screen.

He thinks he isn't big on merch, but no, he's a collector. You know those standees of characters outside events people steal sometimes? Yeah, he's going to get Taiga to steal them, but in a way that makes them unpunishable by law.

Won't go buy a body pillow but a cardboard cutout is a must. If you have a fan club, he's going to rise up the ranks and would likely be in the single digits of the fandom.

He likes them underrated characters frfr.

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[lychgate]

ohhh sure i’ll pull the trigger on this project, tomorrow I’ll have a preorder up for y’all on the standees I been working on! It’ll be 90 different troopers in total, randomly picked for individual or bundles (the preorder will have an exclusive option to select one specific fella of ur choosing in bundle orders)  Here’s just a few snippets of some fellas I got, I’ll have better previews and sample photos tomorrow! 

[violetsiren90]

The Lighthouse Keeper

~a What the Moon Saw drabble~

Pairing: Yoongi x f!Reader (What the Moon Saw universe)

Genre: drabble; non-idol AU; friends to lovers; childhood friends, angst

Summary: Life moves on. The moon blooms and wilts. The tide sinks away from the sands and returns with new waters. Yoongi stays.

Content warnings: PG rating, but ALL my content is off-limits to minors; drinking and drunkenness (set in a cantina); cigarette smoking; Yoongi gets hit on; longing and pining; sad Yoongi 😔; some ogling of a female character by Hoseok; reference to the death of a minor character; allusions to domestic violence; allusions to semi-homelessness; allusions to casual sexual encounters; this is just pure angst, honestly.

Word Count: ~1600

Author's Note: This has been sitting in my WIP folder, and in the wee hours of the morning last week I sat in a hospital cafeteria with the shittiest cup of coffee I've ever tasted (that I was nonetheless grateful for) and finished it up. Poor, sweet Yoongi . These two are my comfort couple and coming back to them has a way of reminding me that "nobody knows how the story ends - live the day, do what you can."*

As always, if no one has told you today, please know that you're loved, and worthy of love! 🧜‍♀️💜

*"Nobody Knows", the Lumineers

"Alright, old buddy, what's got you down?" 

     A slim, dark-haired young man slid into the booth across from Yoongi. The older man's eyes softened slightly, and his mouth quirked up into a small smile as he regarded his companion over a swig of Pacifico.

     "Who says I'm down?" he asked in a mildly affronted tone, drawing a hand over his beer-slicked lips.

     The other man's mouth broke into a toothy smile, his lips pulling into a heart-shaped grin as he let out a boisterous peal of laughter.

     "You never call these days unless you are," he rejoined, grabbing a foggy acrylic standee from the center of the table and squinting at its small list of beverages. "Geez, they really don't have much of a selection here, do they?" 

     Yoongi snorted.

     "Since when are you an alcohol connoisseur? You don't even drink, Hoba."

     "I do too!"

     A waitress sidled up to their table and slid a food menu in front of Hoseok, who trailed wide eyes up her tattooed arm to her bright blue pixie cut with a thick swallow.

     "Our mango ahi tacos are on special tonight," she hummed with a wink.

     The young man's ears flushed a bright shade of crimson as he stammered something about passing on the food but wondering if they had any ciders. She pocketed her tongue in her cheek as she flicked her eyes to Yoongi.

     "You hungry?" she asked, cocking an eyebrow and tilting a hip clad in low-slung cargo pants and a studded belt in his direction. Yoongi looked up at her and shook his head, taking another sip of beer.

     "Hm, damn shame," she hummed, flicking her eyes over him a last time before sauntering back to the bar.

     Hoseok tracked her every move with a slack jaw, craning his neck to watch her slip through the kitchen door before turning his face - features, still frozen in lascivious astonishment - back to his friend.

     "Holy shit, hyung," he murmured, covering his mouth with both hands, "You could see her nipple piercings right through her shirt!"

     Yoongi grunted in assent, trailing a cloudy gaze over the table's waxy surface as he picked at the bottle's damp label.

     "You gonna get her number?"

     "What?" Yoongi shifted in his seat, eyes refocusing on his friend.

     Hoseok sighed.

     "Nope, you're not. How long's it been, hyung?"

     Yoongi glanced down at his beer again, then raised it to his lips and drained the bottle.

     Jung Hoseok had met Yoongi the summer between freshman and sophomore year of high school. He had attached himself instantly to the older boy, an unusual experience for Yoongi, who was used to people as sunny as Hoseok steering clear of his little storm cloud. He was one of the few friends from those days that Yoongi still called up, on occasion. One of the few who knew the context of his life - the sandy paths on which he'd come of age...what he'd found there, and what he'd lost.

    "Don't, Hoba," Yoongi murmured lowly, his voice suddenly thick in his throat. 

    Hoseok hummed, lips pulled into a thin line. The waitress returned with a hard cider, a Pacifico, and a plate of nachos they hadn't ordered. While Hoseok changed shades like a chameleon on a tomato and attempted to stammer his thanks, Yoongi cast his eyes out the window.

The sun was hanging low in the sky, the gulls pushing their yellow legs from weathered wooden perches to soar beyond the edge of the pier and into the little golden space between the fading light and sparkling waters. The sandy beach stretched around the edge of a rising rockface, dappled with lush green ice plant and yellow sea asters, a few miles to the north. Around the other side of the stony promontory was a place Yoongi knew well. The shore there drew inward and curved into another swell of land as the cliff rose; near its highest stretch an old wooden stairway weaving down its face.

     Tucked away to the side of those stairs was a ledge - a few meters wide and about as deep - that jutted out as the cliff sloped down to its base. It was smooth and fairly even, nearly level with the closest steps; a perfect little hideaway barely visible from above or below. Perfect for two children to sit, huddled against the rock, as they whispered their dreams and fears; for a boy and a girl to hold each other through nights that couldn't be spent at homes far less warm and gentle than each other's arms; for a young man and woman to give themselves to one another at last and too late.

    It was where Yoongi had sat utterly broken, on the last morning of a summer ten years past, his head tilted back against the stone as he wept up to the sky, praying to any god that would listen that you would run fast and run far - that you would finally spread full your beautiful wings...that you would forget him.

    But Yoongi never forgot you. Not one word that you spoke, not one touch of your gentle fingers or your soft lips.

     He had left the ledge that day, but he had carried you with him - down the beach and back into the horrid little shack where three nights later Yoongi's father hit him for the very last time. Yoongi had carried you with him to the doorstep, as he threw the man out into the dirt. Then he had carried you with him to every couch and car and dingy apartment that served as a night's shelter until he had saved up enough for a little place of his own; had carried you around with the tools and lumber as he spent long, hot days building the tiny workshop beside it. And he had carried you, on a some miserable nights, into the beds of strangers - who, through no fault of their own, could never ever compare.

    "My dad died," Yoongi said drawing his eyes away from the window. He said it with a quiet simplicity that he seemed to embody more and more with age.

    Hoseok looked up from the plate of nachos, mouth full. He looked as if he were sorry, but didn't want to say that. Instead he got up and slid onto Yoongi's bench of the booth, gently shoving the older man over to stay flush with his side. Yoongi wouldn't usually tolerate that sort of closeness, but with Hoseok it was different. Hoseok knew.

    "How's your mom?" he asked softly.

    Yoongi nodded.

    "She's okay. She's taking it better than me, actually. Already talking about leaving."

    "Are you going to?"

"What?"

    "Leave?"

    Hoseok's voice sounded hopeful. Yoongi's right hand slipped instinctively into his jacket pocket, slender fingers curling around a little whittling knife with a pink heart painted on its handle. 

    "I don't think so, Hoba."

    The younger man sighed through his nose. He was quiet for a long moment before turning to his friend.

    "I got an offer from a high school down south. VP. I start there in the fall."

    Yoongi raised his gaze, his small smile affectionate and his eyes soft. He wouldn't let the sadness reach them - he'd learned how to push it away.

    "They'll be lucky to have you," he murmured sincerely.

    Yoongi was used to people moving on. Everyone did...everyone but him. While the world turned, Yoongi stayed.

    "Someday, you need to leave, hyung,” Hoseok urged him quietly. “She's out there somewhere living her life. She'd want you to live yours too."

    At the mention of you, Yoongi felt his heart squeeze and ten years of carrying your memory well up and into his throat.

    Hoseok clapped a hand onto Yoongi's back, and raised the cider to his lips.

Hoseok knew, but he didn’t understand. No one ever really seemed to.

    As the cantina closed its door for the night, Yoongi ushered a stumbling Hoseok into the back of a cab. 

    "You're nah coming?" the younger man slurred as Yoongi stood and moved to shut the door. 

    He shook his head.

    "Gonna walk. Goodnight, Hoba," Yoongi gave his friend a little endeared crook of his mouth before closing the cab door and tapping the back of the car as it rolled away from the pier.

    Pulling a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, he watched the cab's red taillights fade into the evening blue. Yoongi lit a cigarette and turned to walk the path that wove along the edge of the cliffs. While he walked he wondered about you. He wondered if you were safe, if you smiled and laughed. He wondered if there was someone who made your eyes sparkle and your smile shy, someone with whom you could share your joys and sorrows. Yoongi wondered if you had found a home.

      The moon had risen to meet the stars when he reached the little stairway. He gingerly descended its rungs - neglected of repair and worn with their years - until he reached it, the little ledge in the moonlight. He stepped onto its smooth surface, the lower half of the rickety railing long fallen away, and sinking down he closed his eyes.

    The full bright moon washed over him, and for a moment, Yoongi felt it understood. It had seen, after all.

It had seen the boy and the girl and what they had become for each other. It had seen you give Yoongi a home, and it had watched him, in return, teach you to fly - to fly far away.

But Yoongi carried you with him. After all, you were his home, where else would he go? As the wind whipped up off the sea and swept around him, whispering of another summer's end, the moon watched Yoongi stay another season. And if it could have seen his heart, it would have watched him go to its little window, and, as the darkness fell, light a lamp to shine out across the sea.

The moon heard Yoongi pray that you'd never return.

…It saw him stay on the chance that you might.

-Fin-

[unspokenlly]

IDOL AU! (Oshi No Ko AU) - Twisted Wonderland x Reader (Part 1)

(this post was inspired by @merakiui 's idol!darling au!)

[ reader is female ]

i'm not sure if anyone has heard of this manga (soon to be anime), but it's called Oshi No Ko! it involves an idol named Ai Hoshino who is a talented and beautiful idol (with starry eyes). however, she struggles with love as she herself has never loved nor has been 'loved' (this isn't a spoiler as it had been shown in the sypnosis before, but she was also pregnant with twins at the age of 16). she also says that a 'lie' or lying is a form of love as well which bring the thought of..

Idol! darling who is like Ai Hoshino. she is an exceptional idol who catches the hearts of many, alluring many with her eyes. however, she struggles to actually love despite saying she loves her fans. she dreams of wanting to love and wants her happiness to be true. imagine, twst cast getting their hearts captured by her charismatic self, but there are those who are also wary of her once they come to know that she has a (lot of) secret(s)..

i imagine a lot of twst cast would discover her secret but i'll just narrow it down to a few characters for now and give my two cents about them!

characters involved: azul, idia, vil, mentions of rook, riddle, cater, floyd, jade

warning: themes of yandere, teenage pregnancy, blackmail, stalkerish behaviours.

azul, who discovers there was something about her and the way she brings herself up. she was definitely talented. a beauty. someone who would be a great asset to future investments and businesses.. but what's this? he discovers that she's not what she seems to be? she's an idol made up of lies. who wears a mask of a perfect idol, to become the embodiment of pure? and a mother too? to twins? how very interesting! once azul discovers this and uses it against idol!darling, he thought he'd be able to use it as a means to pull her into a contract (blackmail) but instead, she smiles? 

"Oh, that's quite troublesome! Hehe, I guess you discovered that part of me, huh? Well.. yes, lying is morally and socially unacceptable but.." The way her eyes stared right into his, irises that twinkled like the stars above and orbs drawn like a glyph.. "In the eyes of many, idols are creatures who shine as bright as the cosmos, who love and are loved…" Oh, sevens. 

".. And I am an idol. Lying is a form of love too. An idol like me who's at the very top will keep on lying again and again so I can keep everyone from the stage happy!" Azul unknowingly gulped a bile from his throat, watching the idol who shined as if she was on the stage performing in front of him. 

"Still though.. For you to discover that I'm actually a mother… It's kinda depressing that the secret is out of the bag, but… no matter what, I'll still do whatever it takes to continue being an idol! I still haven't achieved my dream of being happy.. I'm quite greedy, after all."

And he was completely entranced. a victim to a siren's calls, except this one was made up of lies. 

for idia, i imagine the aspect he liked about her was her eyes the most. her cute disposition and how refreshing her personality was. even though she was a bit childish, there was something about her that was not at all childish. so when he found out she wasn't actually what she seemed to be, he thought he was gonna be repulsed by her 'fakeass' but it turns out he found himself falling for her more. like a character from a tragedy-tagged story, there was so much depth to her that he was just itching to find. 

idia was a genius. he can use any means to find her secrets. hacking into streets cameras to stalk her, finding out so many things about her that even fans wouldnt know but most of all… her biggest secret. for now though, he was satisfied. he had bought several merchandise of her to her lightsticks, mugs and even standee and perhaps, for now those were enough to keep him occupied of his growing love for her.

there was something about idol!darling that vil found himself suspicious about… he was in the shooting of a film, and there was darling who was casted as a side character for the movie. at first, he admits she was beautiful, even more so than the main protagonist of the film. so when he approached her out of pure curiousity and because of the memories of a certain hunter practically raving about an idol who caught his eye, he wasnt suprised (yet mildly disappointed) to find out that despite her beauty, her personality was unpolished. she spoke with no professionalism whatsoever. a bumpkin like epel.

however, she was a joyful one who always had a smile on. but that wasn't the biggest aspect of her whole person. she was like a present. waiting to be unwrapped to reveal what's inside. he felt that she had layers on her that she hid, but he didnt mind. idols, celebrities, the showbiz industry was like that after all. however, idol!darling was someone who shone with those layers. layers of appealing gift wrapping. and vil wondered if those lovely, hidden truths of hers will show what she truly is one day. would she still be shining like a star? as lovely as what everyone makes her out to be?

it's questions like those that left vil pondering if this were the thoughts that ran through rook's head as he sang poems and verses about the 'idol who was the reincarnation of the first star', never missing a concert or event that involved her. he wanted to scoff at himself, and perhaps blame rook for talking his ear off about this bumpkin of an idol. but who could blame vil when idol!darling is just so lovely.

riddle who became interested in idol!darling after he saw a few of his dormmates doing those strange dances to a video of an idol on-screen who was singing. after telling his dormmates off, he became curious at this idol with stars in her eyes rather than her music and performance. no, it was her own self that he became curious about. the following days after watching several videos about her and listening to her music, he started humming her songs while reviewing or stare long at his phone while wearing a set of earphones while he was sitting in the courtyard… alone, he thought until cater discovers him. cater, who had become a fan of idol!darling for a long time and had bought tickets for her upcoming concert. 

cater, who discovered the cute idol from his recommendations as his playlist was playing high-streamed music. who became fond of her for her appearances in entertainment shows or live audience games. her 'charming' personality that captured his heart. he would invite riddle and trey to the concert as he won an extra set of tickets for himself and his club members!

floyd and jade, who fell in love with her at first sight for her, well, everything! ever since they discovered her and came to know more about her thru those concerts they attend and videos they stream and watch,...there was something about her that they just oh so want to pick apart, but couldn't! her declarations of love always left a stuffy feeling in their heart.. in a dark, twisted, way. why, she is just so, so, lovely.. they never missed a show! never. even if it meant making a deal with azul for work. but nowadays, it seems they didnt even have to do so for azul would go with them to those events!

THIS TOOK ME ABOUT 3 HRS TO MAKE INCLUDING THE HEADERS AND BANNERS, THIS HAD BEEN IN MY HEAD EVER SINCE OSHI NO KO TRAILER CAME OUT and because the song 'Idol' by Yoasobi had come out (unofficially in Youtube). if you guys have any thoughts about this, feel free to send an Ask!

this is just part 1 of the au.

[majimasleftasscheek]

as our friendly yakuza merch oracle.. do you happen to know where the majima standees etc. rgg showed off the other day on stream will be available? asking for a friend who definitely doesn't suffer from brainrot

are you talking about these?:

in which case these (and the other merch pictured) are gonna be exclusive to physical lotteries in japan unfortunately so either gotta get someone to literally show up to do pulls or wait till peeps sell em third party 😩

if you're talking about the pirate majima standee specifically, that's gonna be part of the western collector's edition:

idk if ebten or amiami will stock more majima related standees at a later date similar to the various character standees they have already. if there's a diff one that isn't these, just lemme know and I can look into it ^^

[discotenny]

I saw this yumejo tweet once that just made me go oh.

the idea of you being your f/o's comfort character....

like imagine. you are just a fictional character they happened to find and took comfort in.. you make them imagine a better, cozier life where they feel loved.. ramuda secretly takes little photos with an acryl stand of you at the cafes he tours or sasara keeps your keychain in his pocket for good luck and gives it a kiss before his shows, uhhhh toki always watches your show to power up before beating someone up- LMAO idk but rightttt??

OOOOOOH ANON THIS IS GOOD THIS IS GOOOOOOD

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Honestly, I feel like Ichiro would be the most obvious with his fanatics. He's already been shown in canon to be an unabashed anime / manga fan so can u imagine how he'd act towards you??!?!?!

Ichi has a binder full of prints for your official art that he keeps in the Odd Jobs Yamada office. He looks at it in downtimes, kicking his feet and squealing as he stares. Ichi also scours second hand sites to try and get merch for cheaper than official. He owns pins, stickers, plushies, and SO, SO MANY KEYCHAINS.

He honestly is the one most likely to write/read fan fiction too LMAO. Shipfic, platonic fics, reader insert- it doesn't matter. Don't tell his brothers, they'd be absolutely mortified.

Ramuda secretly runs one of those Twitter accounts that take pictures of their mochis/nuis in different irl settings!!! He MAKES little outfits for a nui of you and is so proud of all of them.

For every little cafe he goes to he always makes sure to take a pic that implies cute little nui of you is the one that just demolished 3 pieces of cake.

In the times where Ramu was still working with Chuuoku, he'd pull your nui out of his pocket and talk to you while he's scheming ;_; He has the image in his mind that you're the only one that would ever accept him as he is.

But my favorite image of this ask has to be DOPPO!! DOPPO!!! DOPPOOO !!! I saw this image once of ties that have anime charas in the inside and I think it's so silly to imagine Doppo has one of those of you AHAHAHA.

Doppo can't have personal items on his desk at work, so aside from his tie he has a little keychain of you tied to his bag :C Whenever he gets in his real shitty moods Doppo holds onto it and just mutters mutters mutters.

Since Doppo is the chara that speaks the most of his personal life / inner thoughts in his raps- imagine that he frequently mentions you in his verses and ship art of you and Doppo starts floating around in the Matenro fandom LOL. He'd be so embarrassed but he'd secretly love it.

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Bonus!!

Dice keeps a mochi of you in his pocket at all times, calling it his personal good luck charm. Whenever he's gambling he squishes it real hard and always has to apologize to it after.

Saburo is the most embarrassed about having a comfort character. The most obvious he is about it is having you as his desktop background but other than that he is too embarrassed to go out and buy merch. Ichiro buys him a lil plush of you for his birthday and he starts to cryyyyy.

Hitoya keeps an acrylic standee of you on his office desk but he faces it towards his clients LMAO. He comes across as so unserious.

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jkaiofeawfewa this was such a good concept omggegwargew

[gvnvks]

feeding zb1 boys … !

> pairings: non-idol!zb1 x fem!reader

> warnings: lowercase intended, not proofread

> song recommendation: tattoo by loreen

> note: i love this post sm hi yall

김 jiwoong.

you and jiwoong were enjoying a quiet evening at home, surrounded by the comforting glow of candlelight. the room was filled with a soft, serene ambiance, creating the perfect atmosphere for relaxation. jiwoong has just started doing his skincare routine and was seated in front of a vanity mirror, examining his skin.

you couldn't help but admire his dedication to self-care. with a smile, you approached him, holding a small plate of fruits and snacks. “here, jiwoong. i thought you might get hungry doing all that," you said sweetly.

your boyfriend turned to look at you, his eyes lighting up at the sight of the treats you brought. “thank you, love. you always know how to take care of me,” he replied gratefully. you sat beside him and picked up a piece of fruit, raising it to his lips. jiwoong opened his mouth obediently, allowing you to feed him. the sweetness of the fruit mingled with the affection in the air, creating a gentle and intimate moment between the two of you.

as he chewed, jiwoong's eyes never left yours. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured, a hint of adoration in his voice.

you chuckled softly, enjoying the opportunity to pamper him. “well, someone has to make sure you're well-nourished, inside and out,” you teased, brushing your fingers against his cheek.

jiwoong leaned into your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “im lucky to have you,” he confessed, his voice filled with sincerity. your heart swelled with warmth, feeling the depth of his words. “im lucky too, jiwoong. being able to take care of you brings me joy,” you whispered, leaning closer to him.

Unable to resist any longer, your boyfriend closed the gap between you, capturing your lips in a tender kiss. when you finally pulled away, a smile graced jiwoong's lips. “i couldn't help myself. you're just too irresistible,” he said playfully.

he laughed, a melodious sound that warmed your heart. “you're right. ill save the kisses for after im all done,” jiwoong replied, winking at you.

as you continued to feed him, the peaceful atmosphere enveloped you both, creating a haven of love and tranquility. it was in these simple moments, surrounded by affection and care, that you knew your bond with jiwoong was unbreakable.

장 hao.

hao and you strolled hand in hand through the vibrant aisles of the open-air supermarket. the warm sun cast a golden glow upon the colorful food stands, creating a picturesque scene. the air was filled with the enticing aromas of freshly baked bread, sizzling meats, and exotic spices. as you wandered deeper into the market, you couldn't help but notice a delightful display of food standees arranged in a whimsical fashion. each standee showcased a mouthwatering array of goodies, from succulent fruits to delectable pastries and everything in between.

haos eyes widened with childlike wonder as he beheld the imaginative scene before him. “wow, this place is like a food lover's paradise!” he exclaimed, his voice filled with genuine excitement. you grinned at his enthusiasm and replied, “its definitely a feast for the eyes, isn't it? but i have a feeling we can make it a feast for our taste buds too.”

hao chuckled, his eyes twinkling with mischief. ”oh, really? and how do you propose we do that, my dear food connoisseur?”

you glanced around, spotting a charming standee designed like a miniature picnic setting. it was adorned with an assortment of bite-sized treats. ”i have an idea,” you said, a twinkle in your eyes. ”how about we have our own little picnic right here, right now?”

his face lit up with delight. “that sounds amazing! But we don't have any food with us…”

you winked playfully. ”who says we need to bring our own food when we have all these standees?” with a wide grin, you picked up a small wooden fork from a nearby stand. haos eyes widened in realization, a mixture of surprise and amusement dancing in them. ”you mean... you want to feed me?”

you nodded, holding out the fork with a mock serious expression. ”yes, my dear hao. allow me to be your personal food attendant for the day.” your boyfriend laughed heartily, playing along with your playful antics. ”well then, i humbly accept this honor. please, feed me, oh mighty food attendant.”

you giggled and selected a juicy grape from the standee, gently impaling it on the fork. ”your wish is my command, sir.” you brought the fork to his lips, and he playfully nibbled on the grape, his eyes fixed on yours.

the taste of the grape burst in his mouth, and he savored its sweetness. ”i think ill need a little more sustenance to fully appreciate your food attendant skills,” he remarked, his eyes twinkling.

you accepted his challenge with a playful smirk. ”challenge accepted! prepare yourself for a culinary adventure like no other.” with that, you moved on to the next standee, picking up a tiny sandwich. as you brought it to haos lips, he eagerly took a bite, his eyes still locked with yours.

each bite became a delightful dance, as you fed your boyfriend with small morsels of different flavors and textures. there were miniature quiches with their buttery crusts, delicate chocolate truffles that melted on the tongue, and tiny skewers of marinated meat that burst with savory goodness.

the afternoon wore on, and as the last rays of sunlight bathed the market, you sat side by side on a cozy bench, a satisfied smile adorning both your faces. hao leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “thank you for the most enchanting picnic ive ever had. you truly have a gift for turning ordinary moments into extraordinary memories.” you blushed, feeling the warmth of his words in your heart. “im just glad we could share this beautiful experience together, hao.“

as you gazed into each other's eyes, the market buzzed with activity around you. but in that moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

성 hanbin.

hanbin and you sat across from each other in a cozy corner of the restaurant, the soft glow of candlelight casting a warm ambiance around you. the air was filled with tantalizing aromas of delicious cuisine, and the gentle melodies from the live band in the background added a touch of romance to the evening. you couldn't help but smile as you looked at hanbin, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

the waiter approached your table, bearing an array of delectable dishes. as he laid them out before you, you couldn't help but marvel at the vibrant colors and exquisite presentation.

“you know,” hanbin said, his voice laced with mischief, “i heard that feeding your partner is the ultimate display of affection. care to test that theory?”

you chuckled, leaning in closer to him. “oh, is that so? well, im willing to put it to the test. but only if you promise to return the favor.” he grinned, a playful glint in his eyes. “deal.”

you reached for a fork, selecting a bite-sized piece of succulent steak from your plate, holding it up to your boyfriends lips. “open wide!”

he complied, parting his lips with anticipation. as he bit into the tender meat, a pleased hum escaped his throat. “you have impeccable taste, my dear.” chuckling at his playfulness, you replied, “well, ive had good practice. remember all those times i cooked for you?”

his eyes softened, filled with affection. “of course, how could i forget? those were some of the best meals ive ever had. you have a knack for making everything taste good."

you blushed at his words, feeling a swell of pride. “thank you, hanbin. it means a lot to me.”

as the night progressed, the exchange of bites and laughter continued. each morsel you fed each other held not just nourishment but also a delightful sense of closeness. between mouthfuls, you engaged in playful banter, teasing each other about your eating styles. hanbin would pretend to steal a bite from your plate, only to be met with a slap on his hand. and you would laughingly complain about his inability to resist devouring his food, leaving you trailing behind.

as the evening drew to a close, and the last bits of food were savored, you leaned back in your chairs, cherishing the contentment that washed over you. hanbin reached across the table, his fingers intertwining with yours. “thank you for this incredible evening,” he said softly, his eyes filled with gratitude. “i couldnt ask for a more perfect date or a more amazing partner.”

you smiled, your heart swelling with joy. “the pleasure was all mine, hanbin. im grateful every day for the love we share. and im so lucky to have you by my side.”

석 matthew.

you sat comfortably on a plush, oversized armchair, with your boyfriend snuggled up beside you. as you gazed into each other's eyes, a playful smile danced across your lips. the room was filled with joy and contentment, and the bond between you and matthew seemed to grow stronger with every passing moment. it was a picture-perfect scene, like a page ripped straight out of a fairytale.

on a small, ornate coffee table before you lay an array of delectable treats: freshly baked cookies, juicy strawberries, and a bowl of velvety chocolate. you couldn't help but giggle as you picked up a strawberry and playfully dangled it in front of matthews lips.

his eyes sparkled with anticipation as he leaned closer, his warm breath brushing against your fingertips. “you know, it's not fair to tease a hungry man,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

with a sly grin, you pressed the strawberry to his lips, allowing him to take a bite. his lips enveloped the fruit, and a sweet mixture of strawberry and his irresistible smile filled the air. “delicious,” he murmured, his voice laced with adoration.

you couldn't resist leaning in to steal a quick kiss, savoring the taste of strawberry on his lips. as your lips parted, noticed a smudge of chocolate on the corner of matthews mouth. chuckling softly, you reached for a cookie and dipped it into the bowl of melted chocolate. with a twinkle in your eye, you held it up to matthews lips, his gaze never leaving yours. “i believe you have a little something right here,” you teased, your voice barely above a whisper.

your boyfriends eyes widened in mock surprise, and he eagerly took a bite, savoring the sweet combination of cookie and chocolate. ”you realny enjoy taking care of me, don’t you?” he remarked, his voice filled with gratitude.

as the evening wore on, the air became filled with the sweet symphony of laughter and affectionate whispers. you and matthew continued to share these delightful moments, feeding each other and nourishing not only your bodies but also your souls.

the room seemed to radiate with love, as if the very walls were whispering secrets of everlasting happiness. the gentle flicker of candlelight cast a soft glow on your faces, accentuating the love and tenderness that enveloped you.

and as the night drew to a close, you and matthew found yourselves in each other's arms, wrapped in a cozy blanket, drifting off to sleep.

김 taerae.

taerae stood in the center of the room, his eyes closed, his figure radiating an air of serenity. his voice filled the space, effortlessly gliding through scales and arpeggios. you admired the way his body moved with each note, his hands conducting the invisible orchestra of his voice.

unable to resist the urge to be close to him, you approached taerae with a smile tugging at your lips. carrying a tupperware box filled with bite-sized snacks, you made your way towards him. as you drew near, your boyfriends eyes flickered open, a soft smile gracing his lips. “you're distracting me,” he teased, his voice laced with affection.

“but i come bearing food,” you replied, your voice filled with excitement. “a little fuel for your beautiful voice.”

taeraes eyes sparkled with delight as he observed the array of treats in the box. there were tiny sandwiches filled with his favorite fillings, dainty pastries with delicate frosting, and fruits sliced into perfectly bite-sized pieces. you had taken great care in preparing this spread, wanting to surprise him with both taste and presentation.

”i am a lucky man indeed,” your boyfriend said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down your spine. “but how can i concentrate on my practice when you're here, tempting me with these delectable treats?”

you giggled, the sound filling the room like a symphony. “well, taerae, i thought i could combine business with pleasure. you sing, and ill feed you. deal?”

taerae pretended to ponder for a moment, his hand resting on his chin in mock contemplation. “hmm, let me think... i get to serenade you and enjoy your culinary creations? that's an offer i can't miss!”

with a mischievous glint in his eyes, taerae resumed his vocal exercises. each note that escaped his lips was met with your encouraging smile. as his voice soared higher and higher, you picked up a tiny sandwich and held it out to him. taerae leaned forward, gracefully capturing the food with his lips, never once missing a beat.

the room filled with a symphony of sounds - the melodic strains of taeraes voice intermingling with the soft rustle of the box and the gentle hum of your admiration. you marveled at the way his voice effortlessly filled the space, each note floating delicately on the air.

with each bite, his expression morphed from concentration to pure delight. his eyes sparkled with appreciation as he savored the flavors you had crafted with love. as the last notes of taeraes vocal exercise faded away, he opened his eyes, a grin spreading across his face, the remnants of food still clinging to the corners of his lips.

“you are my inspiration.” he whispered, his voice a sweet melody that resonated deep within your heart.

리키 ricky.

the room was filled with the soft hum of rickys workout playlist, playing from the speakers, as he diligently worked up a sweat. dressed in a snug-fitting tank top and athletic shorts, his muscles flexed and glistened under the exertion.

meanwhile, you were sitting on the couch nearby, admiring his dedication and drive. the room was adorned with potted plants, their vibrant green leaves adding a touch of nature to the scene. a gentle breeze rustled the curtains, carrying the sweet scent of flowers from the garden outside.

in your hands, you held a plate filled with an assortment of fresh fruits, each one more tempting than the last. ripe strawberries, juicy watermelon slices, and succulent grapes were arranged artfully on the plate. the colors popped against the pristine white surface, creating a mouthwatering display.

as ricky finished a set of push-ups, his glistening form caught your attention. you couldn't resist the opportunity to surprise him with a delightful treat. a smile tugged at the corners of your lips as you approached him, holding the plate of healthy snacks.

“hey there, handsome,” you cooed, your voice laced with affection. your boyfriend looked up, a mixture of surprise and curiosity crossing his face. he wiped the sweat off his brow with the back of his hand and propped himself up, giving you his full attention. “what's all this?” ricky asked, his voice filled with both confusion and intrigue. his eyes sparkled with anticipation as he observed the colorful assortment of fruits on the dish.

“well,” you began, a playful tone in your voice, “i thought you could use a little bit of extra energy while you work out. and what better way than with some delicious fruits?”

rickys face broke into a wide grin, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “you really know how to make me happy,” he said, his voice filled with genuine appreciation.

you sat down beside him, crossing your legs gracefully. with a playful glint in your eyes, you picked up a juicy watermelon piece and brought it to his lips. ricky opened his mouth slightly, allowing you to gently feed him the fruit. as the sweet juices danced with the sweat on his lips, a delightful combination of flavors danced on his tongue.

“that's amazing,” ricky mumbled, his words partially muffled by the watermelon. he closed his eyes momentarily, savoring the delicious treat. when he opened them again, his gaze met yours, filled with adoration.

feeling emboldened by his reaction, you continued to feed him, exploring the unique combination of fruits. watermelon, with its crisp and refreshing taste, followed by the burst of flavor from grapes, and then the tangy sweetness of pineapple. each bite elicited a satisfied hum from your boyfriend, his face lighting up with joy.

between bites, you couldn't help but admire rickys strength and determination. his muscles rippled as he powered through his workout, his dedication evident in every movement. he focused on the task at hand, yet still allowed himself to enjoy the treats you offered.

as the last piece of fruit disappeared from the plate, you leaned back against the couch, a contented smile gracing your features. ricky sat up, wiping his hands on a towel nearby, and turned to you with a grateful expression.

“thank you, love,” he said, his voice filled with appreciation. “not only for the delicious fruits but for being there to support me, even in the smallest of ways. it means the world to me.”

you reached out to gently caress his cheek, your touch filled with affection. “ill always be here for you, ricky,” you replied softly. “in big moments and these smaller, ill be your confidant. and if that means feeding you fruit while you work out, well, consider it my unique way of showing love.”

your boyfriends eyes shimmered with emotion as he leaned in to place a tender kiss on your lips. the room seemed to glow with warmth and love, the perfect backdrop for a beautiful moment shared between two souls deeply connected.

김 gyuvin.

the sound of clicking keyboards and the occasional outburst of frustration filled the room as gyuvin sat in front of his computer, fully immersed in his video game.

you watched him from the couch, a fond smile playing on your lips. gyuvin was completely oblivious to everything around him when he was gaming, and you found it both endearing and amusing. with a little glint in your eyes, you decided to play a little game of your own.

quietly, you tiptoed into the kitchen and prepared a tray of snacks. mini sandwiches and an assortment of fruits adorned the tray, but the star of the show was a plate of bite-sized cupcakes. each cupcake was lovingly decorated with a unique design, from tiny gaming controllers to adorable pixelated hearts.

with the tray in your hands, you made your way back to the living room, careful not to make a sound. you positioned yourself next to gyuvin on the couch, and with a wide grin, you held a cupcake up to his mouth. he glanced at you in surprise, momentarily distracted from his game.

giggling, you teased, “hey, gyuvin, open wide! ive got a special treat for my gaming champion.”

your boyfriend blinked in confusion, his attention shifting from the game to the delicious morsel you were offering. he hesitated for a moment before obliging, leaning closer and allowing you to feed him the cupcake. the flavor exploded on his taste buds, and he couldn't help but moan appreciatively.

his eyes widened with delight as he finally realized what you were doing. “wait, did you make all of these? they look incredible!”

you beamed with pride, offering him another cupcake. “of course, i did! i wanted to surprise you and make sure my gamer gets the fuel he needs to conquer virtual worlds.” gyuvin chuckled, happily indulging in the second cupcake. “you really are the best, you know that? not just anyone would go through all this trouble just to feed their gaming boyfriend.”

you playfully poked his cheek, teasingly remarking, “well, not every girlfriend has such a dedicated gamer boyfriend like you. its my pleasure to make sure you're well-fed, even if it means interrupting your gaming sessions.”

your boyfriend grinned and leaned in closer, stealing a quick kiss before returning his focus to the game. “interrupt me anytime with delicious treats like these, babe. im more than happy to be distracted by your culinary talents.”

you couldn't help but blush at his compliment, feeling a warm glow spreading through your chest. as the evening progressed, you continued to feed gyuvin, alternating between savory snacks and sweet delights. occasionally, he would steal a glance at you, his eyes full of gratitude and adoration.

as the night grew darker, you continued to feed gyuvin, relishing in the simple pleasure of being together. the games could wait, but this moment, this connection between you, was something you treasured above all else.

박 gunwook.

gunwook stood in the cozy kitchen, his apron tied securely around his waist. the tantalizing aroma of freshly baked goods filled the air, promising a delightful afternoon ahead. you stood beside him, with a sparkling glint in your eyes and a mixing bowl in your hands.

the sunlight filtered through the kitchen window, casting a warm glow on the scene. the countertop was adorned with an array of ingredients – flour, sugar, and an assortment of colorful sprinkles. the kitchen itself seemed to hum with excitement, eagerly awaiting the sweet creations that were about to come to life. you and gunwook had always enjoyed spending quality time together, and baking had become a cherished activity for the two of you.

giggling lively, you dipped your finger into the bowl of batter and held it out for gunwook to taste. “here, love,” you said, a playful glimmer in your eyes. “try this. it's the perfect balance of sweet and creamy.”

your boyfriend raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he leaned closer, parting his mouth ever so slightly, and allowed you to feed him the raw dough. the batter coated his tongue, and a soft sigh escaped his lips. “it's heavenly.” he murmured, savoring the flavor.

encouraged by his reaction, you decided to take it a step further. grabbing a small spoon, you scooped up a spoonful of batter and held it just out of gunwooks reach. “open your mouth, gunwook. i have a delightful surprise for you,” you teased.

he chuckled, his eyes shining with anticipation. “alright, but you better make it worth my while.”

you carefully guided the spoonful of batter toward his mouth, maintaining just enough distance to make him lean in. gunwooks lips parted, and you skillfully fed him the treat, your fingers grazing against his lips in the process. the moment was intimate, a fleeting connection that spoke volumes about your affection for one another.

with each passing moment, the anticipation grew. your boyfriend would sneak a playful smile your way whenever your fingers lingered too long, leaving a light dusting of flour on his cheeks. the flour seemed to dance in the air, creating a whimsical ambiance within the kitchen. it settled on your apron, mingling with the sweet scent of vanilla and filling the room with a comforting embrace.

as the dough began to take shape, you found yourself engrossed in the rhythmic motion of mixing. the conversation flowed effortlessly, punctuated by light laughter and gentle touches. the kitchen was a sanctuary, a place where the outside world seemed to melt away, leaving only the sweet melody of your voices and the tantalizing aroma of the baking treats.

at times, gunwook would return the favor, dipping his finger into a bowl of sprinkles and offering you a taste. the colorful confections burst with flavor on your tongue, and your eyes met his, a shared sense of joy and love passing between you.

the baking adventure continued, with flour-dusted hands working in harmony. gunwook would occasionally dip his finger into the dough, taking a taste and declaring it perfect, only to steal a quick kiss from your lips. the sweetness of the batter mixed with the tenderness of your shared moments, creating a tapestry of love that enveloped the kitchen.

hours passed, and the oven timer chimed, signaling the completion of your delectable creations. as you carefully took the trays out of the oven, the golden-brown treats brought a smile to your face. your boyfriend leaned in, stealing a gentle kiss, his voice filled with admiration. “they look incredible, just like you.”

blushing, you playfully nudged him with your elbow. “flattery will get you an extra treat, my dear.”

together, you sat at the kitchen table, savoring the fruits of your labor. with every bite, you savored not just the taste of the cookies but also the memories created in the process. the playful exchanges, the stolen kisses, and the shared joy had transformed a simple baking session into a cherished experience, etching itself into the tapestry of your love story.

한 yujin.

in a cozy, sunlit corner of a quaint café, you sat opposite your boyfriend yujin, who was engrossed in his books and notes, studying for an important exam. the soft hum of chatter and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both invigorating and comforting. as you watched yujin concentrate, you couldn't help but feel a surge of affection towards him.

with a mischievous smile playing on your lips, you reached over and plucked a grape from the small bunch resting on the plate in front of you. you dangled it above yujins head, capturing his attention. he looked up, his eyes sparkling with curiosity, and you let out a joyful giggle.

“hey, yujin, i have something for you,” you whispered, leaning in closer. yujins brows furrowed slightly, but he closed his books and gave you his full attention. “what is it?”

you held the grape between your fingers and extended it towards him. “ta-da! open wide, my diligent scholar.”

his eyes widened in surprise, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “are you trying to feed me, (y/n)?”

you nodded, excitement bubbling within you. “yes! i thought it might be a fun way to recharge your brain energy while you study.”

amused and touched by your gesture, yujin opened his mouth, allowing you to gently place the grape on his tongue. as he enjoyed the burst of sweetness, he couldn't help but admire your inventiveness.

“that's delicious," yujin murmured, his voice laced with gratitude. “you always manage to surprise me.”

chuckling softly, you picked up another grape, twirling it between your fingers. “well, i have a whole bunch of surprises for you, yujin. consider it my way of saying, 'you can do it!'”

your boyfriends eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned back in his chair, his focus momentarily shifting from his studies to the moment you were creating. “alright then, surprise me, my wonderful cheerleader.”

with an air of mischief, you took the grape and traced it lightly along the outline of yujins lips, causing him to lean in even closer. “guess where the next one will go.”

a blush crept onto his cheeks, but he played along, his voice barely above a whisper. “ill take a wild guess and say... in my mouth?” you grinned, enjoying the playful banter. “correct! but how about we make it a bit more interesting?”

you plucked a strawberry from the plate, holding it up to yujins lips. “now, close your eyes.”

your boyfriend obediently shut his eyes, a mixture of anticipation and curiosity coursing through him. you slowly brought the juicy fruit to his lips, allowing him to savor its sweetness as he bit into it.

as yujin chewed, he opened his eyes, his gaze meeting yours, filled with adoration. “you know, (y/n), feeding me like this makes studying a whole lot more enjoyable. it's like you're infusing magic into each bite.”

your heart swelled with affection, and you tenderly caressed his cheek. “that's because you're my magical scholar, yujin. i want to support you in every way possible.”

a blissful silence settled between you, the world fading into the background as you and yujin focused on the nourishing act of feeding both his mind and his body. as the day wore on and the sunlight shifted, you and yujin continued this delightful ritual, exploring different fruits and flavors, sharing sweet moments amidst the rustle of pages and the clink of cutlery. in this serene corner of the world, you found solace in knowing that your love and support were helping yujin navigate his studies with renewed energy and enthusiasm.

gvnvks © 2023

[jebewonmorelike]

Don't Push It

wc: 1.5k pronouns: none used; n/a warnings: light swearing, flufff, i guess angst but not serious, jiwoong is jealoussss, slightly unsafe wielding of scissors lmao summary: you've been opening youth in the shade albums for hours now trying to find the photocard of your boyfriend jiwoong... you're trying to find your boyfriend jiwoong's photocard, right (y/n)? ~masterlist~ ♡ ~kofi (no pressure at all)~ I DID IT. I POSTED. FINALLY. HAHAHHA HELP i hate working. after pulling at least one jiwoong inclusion from every album i bought, i've decided to honor jiwoong's dedication to trying to become my bias with this fic. okay, now i'm gonna try to make a pt 2 for the gunwookie fic i posted at the beginning of the month. let's see if i can get that done this week :)

“Come on, come on, COME ON,” you shout, taking one of the blades of your scissors and slicing through the plastic packaging of yet another album. “If there’s a god, please. I’m begging you here.”

You throw your scissors down onto your kitchen table, tearing off the plastic wrap and not-so-carefully shaking the packet of album inclusions out of the booklet.

Having bought many groups’ albums in the past, you had to admit you were pretty impressed with WAKEONE’s packaging for ZeroBaseOne’s debut mini-album. They had managed to go above and beyond when it came to the details. Every item was printed with a logo or the members’ names or the album title and often with all three. Not even the posters were left blank on the back sides. There was a really cool thermal image on the cover of the Youth version and there were elegant transparent pages throughout each booklet. 

Nothing was lazily scrambled together and the inclusions were all safely secured in a sealed (and logo-embossed) pouch like the one you are ripping open with your teeth right now like a feral squirrel.

“COME ON, COME ON!” You shout in anticipation, emptying the pouch of its contents onto your table in front of you. Sifting through the various items, you search for the photocard-- breezing past a Hanbin standee, a Taerae transparent, and Gunwook’s (adorable) godawful coaster design, you finally spot the photocard.

You squeal, snatching the photocard that’s hiding under the sticker pack to reveal...

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” you groan, slamming the smiling picture of Gyuvin down on the table in frustration. You’d pulled the exact same photocard four albums ago.

You’re so engrossed in your fury of desperate album-opening, you don’t hear the bathroom door open-- your boyfriend walking into the kitchen with only a towel tied around his waist. Normally, you’d be quite distracted by this, but, right now, he might as well be a fly buzzing around your apartment.

The scissors are in your hand again, wildly cutting open the last Shade version album that you bought to "support your boyfriend". You’d preordered two sets of each album version, but after seeing a full template of all of the inclusions-- you’d bought fifteen more Shade versions and set out on a mission to pull one specific photocard.

“How’s my baby?” Jiwoong’s hands suddenly resting on your shoulders causes you to jump; having not even noticed his presence. He sees your surprise and kneads your shoulders soothingly. “Did I startle you? You didn’t know I was in the shower?”

You look up at him, smiling sheepishly. “I didn’t even know you were home.”

“Oh,” Jiwoong says, a little pout forming on his lips. “Ouch.”

You giggle, but the sudden widening of your boyfriend’s eyes in what seems like fear causes you to frown. “What’s wrong?”

You follow Jiwoong’s gaze all the way to your hand-- to find you’ve accidentally been pointing the blades of your scissors at him for the past minute. You slowly lower them to the table, giving him an awkward smile.

“Honey, don’t you think you’ve gone through enough albums?” He asks, taking a seat next to you on the kitchen table bench as you begin to rip the plastic off of your last album. Seeing the pile of photocards with his face on them, Jiwoong sifts through them-- surely noticing that you have yet to pull the second photocard of him from the Shade version of the album. “You know I literally could’ve gotten you all of my photocards for free.”

“Oh, uh,” you stammer, balling up the plastic wrap in your hand and tossing it into the open trash can next to the kitchen counter. You remove the pouch of inclusions and cut it open with your scissors. “I know, yeah. But that would... Um... Ruin the fun! You know?”

“It doesn’t really look like you’re having that much fun,” Jiwoong observes as he notices the light sheen of anxiety-induced sweat glistening over your skin, the redness of your eyes from how much you’ve been rubbing them in frustration, and the slight unkemptness of your hair from the way you were scrunching it up in your fists angrily when you’d pull the wrong photocard yet again.

“What do you mean? I’m having a blast!” You try to assure your boyfriend, but in your attempted demonstration of elation, you forget the presence of scissors in your hand once more. The blades point towards Jiwoong threateningly, causing him to blink back at you nervously. You bite your lip and lower the scissors to the table again. “Sorry.”

“After you open this one, you’re going straight to bed,” he replies, standing up from the table and walking towards the refrigerator. “Unconscious. Where you can’t wield scissors at your loving boyfriend.”

You shake the packet of inclusions out onto the table-- so nervous you’re unable to look. Eyes closed, you touch the different paper objects on the table; having opened so many albums, you know what each piece is just by feeling them. 

Your heart stops when you find the photocard. As you lift it up in both of your hands, you take a deep breath and pray for it to be the right one. You hear Jiwoong walking back towards you as you finally open your eyes.

“YOU DID IT!” //// “NO GOD WHY!?”

You and your boyfriend’s overlapping but contrasting exclamations shock you both. Jiwoong’s brow furrows confusedly as he sits back down next to you-- snatching the photocard from your hand and examining it.

“This is definitely the photocard of me that you were missing,” Jiwoong says, grinning at you as he pats your head. “Did you not recognize it in all your excitement?”

“Um,” you stall, doing your best to hide your disappointment. “Exactly! Yeah, I thought it was the other one for a second.”

Jiwoong’s eyes narrow suspiciously. “You’re still not excited though. Why aren’t you excited?”

“I--... I’m just tired!” You answer, wrapping yourself around your boyfriend’s arm cutely. “You were totally right. All of that album-opening was exhausting! I should go to bed right now.”

“Right,” Jiwoong responds after a long moment. “Yeah, you should get to bed, baby. Go on-- I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

You lean in, kissing him sweetly before hopping up from the table and walking towards the door to your bedroom. Just as you’re about to head inside, Jiwoong suddenly calls:

“(Y/N), there’s another album you forgot to open!”

Running back towards the table in an absolute frenzy, you trip over the leg of the bench-- falling right into Jiwoong’s arms. 

He looks at you expectantly. “Now why would you be running that fast to open another album if you’d already pulled the photocard you wanted?”

Realizing that this had been a trap-- that there was no album you forgot to open and that your boyfriend had caught you in a lie-- you grimace sheepishly. 

“This isn’t the one you wanted?” Jiwoong asks with a pout, holding up the photocard you’d just pulled from the last album. 

You sigh heavily. “No. It’s not.”

He removes his arms from around you, causing you to fall to the bench. Folding his arms across his chest sulkily, Jiwoong asks, “Did you want this one at all?”

“Of course I did, I just...,” you try to soothe, but it’s no use. Jiwoong is already knee-deep in what you call a ‘Petty Fit’. Your boyfriend throws one at least once a week over the smallest of things and you usually find them incredibly endearing, if not also very funny.

But this time, his Petty Fit is undeniably justified. If only he’d let you explain.

“Do you want any of my photocards?” He asks, throwing his whole upper body down onto the kitchen table melodramatically. “Do you want me!?”

“Woongie,” you whine, grabbing his wrist as he starts to take the pile of his photocards in his hand and lean towards the trash can with them. “That’s enough.”

Jiwoong huffs and you can practically taste the metaphorical salt. “Whose photocard were you looking for?”

“Jiwoongie,” you whine again, but the adorable pout he’s giving you makes you weak. Reluctantly, you mumble, “Mattchu’s.”

“Which one?” He asks, like it matters.

“The one where he’s wearing a sweater,” you answer anyway.

“Can you hear that?” Jiwoong gasps, hand covering to clutch his heart. “It’s my heart shattering.”

Unable to endure this any longer, you throw your arms around your boyfriend-- hopping into his lap as he stares back at you through wide eyes. “I love you soooo much.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere.”

“You’re the most handsome man I’ve ever met-- nay, the most handsome man on the face of the planet!” You compliment, showering Jiwoong’s face in tiny kisses. He’s trying and failing to hold back a smile. “You’re perfect and I love your face and I love your photocards and I love your face on your photocards.”

“Okay, flattery might get you somewhere,” he says, avoiding your gaze to keep from grinning.

“And, if you must know, the photocard isn’t for me,” you confess, running a hand through the hair at the back of his neck. “It’s for my sister. She’s been obsessed with Matthew ever since she watched him in CAMP ZEROBASEONE and she doesn’t have enough money to buy multiple albums. I was just trying to get the photocard she wanted for her.”

Jiwoong meets your eyes again, his cheeks flushing a bit in embarrassment. “Likely story.”

“Don’t be an ass.”

He laughs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer to him. “So you’re not thinking of leaving me for a dumpling?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you respond, before adding cheekily, “It would crush my poor sister.”

“Don’t be an ass,” Jiwoong echoes your warning, pressing his lips to yours before gently sliding you off of him and standing up from the table. Your heart skips a beat as you realize your boyfriend is still only wearing a towel as he runs off to your bedroom. “Give me one second!”

After about sixty seconds, Jiwoong reemerges from your bedroom; now wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and holding his arms behind his back. Making his way back over to the table, he sits down beside you again and produces a small rectangular object.

As it comes into focus, you realize what it is: the exact photocard of Matthew that you’d been searching for.

“Oh my god!” You squeal, snatching it out of Jiwoong’s hand. “You had it this whole time?”

He laughs, throwing an arm around your shoulders. “Your boyfriend has everything you need. Just ask next time, okay? Woongie’ll take care of it.”

“Yes, I’m so sorry for giving your company a ton of money,” you joke, kissing his cheek. “But I guess I should’ve known my boyfriend would have his boyfriend’s photocards.”

“They're not as good as my photocards, of course, but,” Jiwoong says, rolling his eyes as he grins at you. “If Mattchu will make your sister happy...”

You examine the photocard, smiling at the treasure you’d been hunting for. “He is cute though, isn’t he?”

“Don’t push it.”