#share playlists and visit vinyl cafes

[isagispuzzle]

i know this is a bllk centric acc but y'all i need tsukishima kei so badly

[enihk-writes]

[before the year ends]

seasonal fics : 除夕 (chú xī) / lunar new year's eve edition

paring: various!hwasan men x gn!reader

summary: things that happen on the last day of the year.

characters: chung myung (can be read as both pbss and mhdd) // chung mun // chung jin // tang bo // tang gunak // jang ilso // jin hyeon // lee songbaek // jin geumryong // baek cheon

author's note: my personal music recommendations for the day are lovers in seoul by off the menu , hot potato by n.flying , coconut love by seoulmoon , mercury by bye bye badman and t + tik tak tok by silica gel feat. So!YoON! (doing this for fun because my other hobby is looking for new music and putting them in a playlist partly because one of my teenage dreams was to open up a cd shop in an art street or own a music-vinyl brunch cafe by the seaside ugggh but you need money like do you know how expensive seaside properties are in singapore!!! i don't have that cash!!! so i have to work!!!! fuck!!!!)

CHUNG MYUNG doesn't like to be cooped up indoors during the festive period. so that afternoon he slipped out to visit the next town over, hearing about their night market and looking forward to getting drunk off his rocker before returning home. only to come face-to-face with you. to his credit he tried to divert your attention to slip away with a bold-faced lie but to be honest, he isn't very good at that. he ends up letting you tag along to buy your silence. which wasn't that bad of a decision — he found himself enjoying the private time he had with you more than he'd expected, like walking through the markets with pinkies interlocked, visiting taverns and teahouses getting mistaken for a couple to get discounts, even the passionate drunken kisses you both shared on the inn balcony which left him quite dazed. when he gets back he would have to have a talk with you about what happened here. though right now he's a little preoccupied with leaving marks all up your neck, hands under your clothes going to places he probably shouldn't, revelling in your embarrassment a little too much. thank goodness he had the foresight to rent out a room to stay in so the both of you could do whatever you wanted in here to the heart's content all night long.

CHUNG MUN watches as you scurry around the sect grounds checking in on the workers who were all preparing for the banquet that was to be held over the new year. as the sect leader he shouldn't interrupt another elder's duties, but as your husband he wanted you to pay attention to him too — it was new years eve and your spouse can't even ask for some alone time with you? you were so cruel, was this how he was to spend the last day of the year? he sighed and turned back to his papers, finishing up with his own work until it was finally time for bed. you met him in the front of your shared house, he finds himself cracking a smile when you bury your face into his chest, he walks you over to sit together on the bench, where you plop your head down on his lap, very much like a certain youngest, pouring your heart out on the annoyances that you've faced today so what has your dear husband have in mind to reward their hardworking partner? the man only chuckles at your ranting, running his fingers until you fell asleep, carrying your tired body to tuck you in bed. he looks over at your peaceful form one more time, kisses your hand and leaves for his own quarters to retire for the night.

CHUNG JIN had been pulled out from under the pile of books he's buried under to take a day off at the behest of the other elders and disciples. not knowing what to do, he hovers around your side, not really wanting to go down the mountain without a solid plan. you thought he looked a little like a lost sparrow then, so you let him stay around as you went about your day. he aided you with small tasks here and there — wasn't he supposed to be on break? old habits die hard, you supposed. he ended up helping you finish your job earlier than intended, bringing the leftovers from the kitchen along, the two of you headed down the forested path at the back of the mountain to wile away the rest of the afternoon as you ate the food and engaged in small talk about nothing in particular. the sun felt warm on your skin, and as it began to set, the sounds of the flowing stream nearby lulled the two elders into a dreamless sleep.

TANG BO stifled a laugh as he looked at your sorry state. only an idiot falls sick on new year's eve — was what he'd told you. you wanted to strangle him right then and there, never mind that he was your husband. he offered to nurse you for the day, supposedly from the kindness of his heart. bullshit. this guy had something up his sleeve, you were so sure of it. but whatever you thought he'd do never happened. your husband truly did take care of you that whole day. he'd wipe off your cold sweat, change towels, feed you food and medication on time, among other things. you thought he'd turn over a new leaf and was just about to praise him when he snickers at you again. maybe you should get sick more often, you're so much nicer when you're quiet like this. too bad for him your fingers were faster as you shove them up his nose to choke him in retaliation. fortune favours the just. the next morning you woke up feeling good as new — your fever had gone away just in time to celebrate the new year. your husband, on the other hand, didn't seem to be doing too well, seemingly catching your cold from yesterday. hmph, serves him right for teasing you like that.

TANG GUNAK could not catch a break even on new year's eve. there was always work to do, the world did not stop on holidays, after all. you slipped into the room quietly with refreshments in hand, hoping to get him to take a short break from his paperwork. the man had sharp ears — recognising the weighted rhythm of your footsteps even as you were on the far end of the hallway. he sets down his brush, getting up to greet you. my love, he'd call out softly, expertly placing away the tray in your hands. you laugh as he pulls you into his embrace, his face burrowing into your shoulder. you try to hug him back with as much vigour you could muster, pulling away just so you could place a few pecks on his face. it wasn't a very long break, but he was grateful for it nonetheless. he sipped on the tea you brewed, listening to your excited recounting of a new novel you had been reading. new years was a time to give thanks for the blessings in life, and he was more than thankful for the way your shoulder felt pressed against his arm as you two sat side by side.

JANG ILSO cared little for the festivities. he wasn't in the mood for any banquet, or party or whatever loud activity. he had been itching to do something, but he couldn't pinpoint what he wanted to do and the idea of going outside annoyed him. you didn't really know, nor cared to find out about your employer's stormy tantrum going on right at that moment. unfortunately for you, you were one of his go-to people to piss off and annoy whenever he wanted to cause trouble. your boss was a temperamental man, and you always walked on eggshells around him. little did you know that you were third on his list of people he liked, so in the off chance that you did piss him off, he wasn't going to get rid of you. not that soon or quickly anyways. he barged into your office with attendants trailing behind him with boxes of drinks, food and entertainment for that evening. he was here to bother you, if you so kindly didn't mind. most of what happened was blurry — you only remembered drinking the sweet wine, going down far too easily, possibly knocking over papers and ink all over your desk and then passing out. the next time you came to, you were in a guest bedroom near your boss' own. the hangover medicine and new clothes already laid out on the table for you. there was no way you had created a moment that your boss could hold over your head as blackmail. no, you detested the teasing that was sure to come from him in the coming year.

JIN HYEON had been out on an errand on behalf of the elders, and finally, he was going back to wudang just in time for new years. he stops by the small diner in the town next door, he often had his meals here whenever he's going out, outwardly he said it's because he liked the lotus root soup with pork ribs served with warm rice. in reality, he just wanted to find a chance to talk to you, the owner — a familiar face he had known since both of you were mere apprentices. though now you had taken over the restaurant your adoptive grandfather had left behind for you while he had risen up to the rank of a second-grade disciple. the diner was small, and the business was decent enough to make ends meet, but it wasn't so busy that you didn't have time to sit across him to have a short chat before he headed off. you asked him if he would stay and visit the night market this year. he shook his head sadly, feeling bad that he was turning down your offer yet again. you shook your disappointment off, opting to change the topic. the hour passed far too quickly, and he had to report back to the elders before night fall. you walk him towards the door, just as the wind picks up from where your back was turned, pushing you into his chest. the man takes the opportunity to pull you a little closer, accidentally placing a peck on your forehead. you didn't think he'd be this affectionate today but who cared? it was new years eve and it's been a while since he had walked you home. maybe next year you could ask him again to come with you to the night market.

LEE SONGBAEK had gone to his hometown for the new year celebrations. he had been given permission by the elders to do so, along with a good majority of the other disciples. things had been really quiet back in the sect with nobody really wanting to do anything with them. speaking of which, he hadn't seen his family in years by now, and he wondered how they were all doing. he didn't plan to spend too much time — have dinner, catch up, stay overnight and leave the next morning. he didn't expect to see that you would also be in his house, helping out with the new year's eve dinner. he could smell the dough and sesame paste drying out in the sun for the tang-yuan they'd all have later. actually, he thinks most of the village was congregated at his house. the disciples who had tagged along with him were a little taken aback at the size of the crowd, much to his embarrassment. he didn't think his village would be so stoked to have him back on new years with his sect brothers. you slipped out of the kitchen to greet him as the elders fussed over the boys that had come to visit. he leans over to greet you, feeling a small smile pull at his lips when you tousle his hair. his original plan might have been a little thwarted, but since you were here, he didn't really mind. ah, when he goes back to the sect, he should ask if the tailor was accepting any apprentices — if he were, and you came over, he might see you around more often in the coming year.

JIN GEUMRYONG wished he was anywhere else but here right now. but, as the eldest and prodigal son he should behave appropriately. he slips out of the banquet hall at the first opportunity, making shoddy excuses like needing to go to the restroom. he finds a spot in the quietest part of the estate, taking a moment to collect himself from the incessant social interaction he's had the whole day. soft footsteps approach him — really? he feels annoyed, but tries to reign back his distaste when he sees your smiling face beaming at him. go away. he tells you, not in the mood to deal with whatever you were about to drag him into. please? you'd beg, your hand pulling at his arm to get him on his feet. there was something you wanted to show him, and if he didn't go with you now, he was going to miss it! the man agreed reluctantly, letting you take him to the lake behind the hills. the night sky was clear and he could see every sparkling star in the sky. you sit on a fallen log, seemingly waiting for something to happen. he sits right by you, choosing not to question your actions. and then — there it was. the stars fell from the sky one after another, painting the night in long white painter's lines. he'd never seen anything like this in his life thus far, and he might not ever see it again. but it didn't matter. when you asked, doesn't it look amazing? he could only hum, unable to take his eyes off you all while your gaze was turned to the spectacle in the skies.

BAEK CHEON, for the life of him, can't decide which tassel he wanted to buy and ended up just getting a roll of thread in plum-blossom pink to make one on his own. the handiwork was clumsy, clearly amateurish with the bronze coin woven into the accessory. it certainly resembled the shape of a tassel — if you didn't look at the finer details too closely and for too long. you could see him look embarrassed at the quality and was already regretting giving it to you. but how could you not want his sincere gift? you loved it, flaws and all, because it was from him and you wanted to be reminded of the idea that this perfectionist still could make mistakes. you pull him down for a kiss. and then another. and another, until you were peppering his whole face in kisses because your heart couldn't handle this gap in his personality. your poor love, look at how red his face had become. he didn't know whether to be happy that you liked his gift this much, or feel shy at the public show of affection in a place where everyone in the sect could possibly see? you can't help but snicker mischievously as you skipped away from the scene — leaving the poor boy in a flustered mess.

[silver--storms]

Road Trip.

This was a request/somewhat co-wrote from the lovely @mountainofthesunn I hope you like it love!! :) 

Warnings: None, pure fluff, soft and gooey. 

Josh:

Josh loves road trips, clearing his head on a long drive is serene to him.

He especially likes little weekend getaways, he says it’s the perfect amount of time for him to feel refreshed. 

There is no debate, Josh rules with an iron fist over the aux cord, but he’s always sure to queue up some of your favorites...even the ones he doesn’t particularly like. 

Josh always seems to have a playlist set up for every road trip you take, always carefully thought out and normally based off where it is the two of you are going. 

His music choices would span from world music, new age, rock and even country. 

You’ve even caught him listening to spanish music after waking up from a mid-travel nap, hearing him sing along to it and attempt the lyrics was quite amusing. 

He enjoys stopping in random rural towns that no one has ever heard of and every time it’s an adventure. 

He normally just stops based off of a  strange name or a low population total he sees on a road sign. 

He likes to visit the towns local historical landmarks and do a deep dive of any vinyl shops, if they have any. 

The two of you make it a point to visit at least one thrift shop during your stay, it’s mandatory. 

You and Josh have had this tradition that whenever you go to a thrift shop together, you immediately part ways and start to shop for each other.

Josh, like most things, made it a competition that whoever finds the best (or the worst) assemble wins...but whoever loses has to wear the winners pick to dinner that night. 

You and Josh were big fans of bed and breakfasts, finding a little cozy old house to hole up in for the weekend was your definition of heaven.

That was one of the best things about traveling with Josh, it was all about escapism from the real world and you wouldn’t change it for a thing. 

Jake:

Jake likes taking long hiking trips with you, anywhere to get away and spend uninterrupted time together. 

While he’ll never admit it, the car ride, by far is his favorite part. 

Jake is always willing to make a shared playlist ahead of time, if it’s going to be a long trip he thinks it’s only fair. 

However Jake makes it a point to give you shit about your picks, you two are polar opposites, he likes rock (‘n roll) and you like pop/rap. 

He roasts you over your love for Taylor Swift, but after awhile even he cannot resist singing along.

Hearing Jake sing along to “Bad Blood” makes you giggle and fills your heart. He even gives it a bit of sass with some head bobs and a sway of the hips. 

He thinks it’s absolutely adorable that you know every lyric to a Biggie Smalls song, he laughs at how into it you get. 

When you finally arrive at your destination, the first thing he wants to do is get a fire going and sit in front of it with his guitar. 

The two of you sing along to songs together and enjoy the sounds of nature all around you. 

Jake likes to visit places that are far enough away from the noise, but close enough to civilization in case the two of you want a night out to explore the city/town.

You and Jake love to check out local pubs, hoping to catch an open mike night and check out the local music scene. 

He loves that in small towns he’s less well known, he can get away with uninterrupted time with you, even if it’s just dinner. 

Escaping with Jake to the woods is always a good time, it’s the perfect mix of escaping the noise of the world and making memories together that you’ll cherish forever. 

Danny:

All of Danny’s trips are well thought out, He wants to maximize as much quality time he can get with you. 

Danny loves to jam out with you on the way there, blissfully singing at the top of his lungs during every song. 

He’s never afraid to be silly with you, it’s one of the things you love about him, his carefree spirit. 

Danny loves using his height as an excuse to “stretch his legs” at every weird rest stop he sees, but you know it’s really because he’s on the hunt for obscure and weird snacks for the two of you to try. 

He is very adventurous when it comes to food, he’ll pretty much try everything and anything. 

He’s always looking to try each town's signature dish recommended by the locals, so far his favorite has been poutine that he tried when you visited the Niagara falls together.

The moment you arrive in whatever city you’re visiting, Danny likes to hit a local diner and ask the waitress what people like to do around town for fun. 

He is super considerate when it comes to deciding what activities you do, Danny wants to make sure that both of you get something significant out of each day. 

Danny prefers to be more active, while your type of vacation is all about relaxation, so the two of you compromise. 

The morning will start off with a good hike on a nature trail or walk around a popular local park to appease Danny, but he makes sure to follow it up with a nice romantic dinner and wine tasting for you.

Danny’s adventurous spirit and willingness to share in the things you enjoy is what makes traveling with Danny so amazing. 

At the core of it, he’s your best friend and you wouldn’t want to take on the world with anyone else. 

Sammy:

Taking a road trip with Sammy brings you back to family vacations when you were a little kid.

His level of excitement never wavers, he’s always ready to explore and try everything he possibly can in whatever city he’s visiting.

The whole car ride there he can’t stop talking about all these plans he has floating around in his head, places he says are a must see or different activities he’s seen online that he wanted to do together. 

Sammy normally takes over the playlists, he fills it with lots of The Velvet Underground and Stephen Stills. You didn’t mind Sammy’s music taste, most of it was very relaxing during your drive. 

However there was this one time the song “Love the one you’re with” was finishing up and all of a sudden, “Sunday Morning” by Maroon 5 came over the speakers. 

You both just froze, you slowly turned your head to face Sam with your mouth wide open, observing Sam’s face going bright red with embarrassment. 

Unable to hold back a huge laugh, you couldn’t help but roast him, “Samuel Francis Kiszka, ARE YOU LISTENING TO POP MUSIC BEHIND MY BACK?!” 

He groaned in disgust “Yes, you caught me, but I only like this song because one time it came on in a cafe while I was on tour and it made me think of you.” 

You smiled at him, “Your secret is safe with me, babe.” you said as he kissed your hand and squeezed it. 

One of Sammy’s favorite road trip destinations was to visit amusement parks. He loved the fast roller coasters and carnival games.

Sometimes it took some coaxing for him to get you to go with him on the ones that would loop completely upside down, but somehow he always convinced you. 

Sammy preferred to go at night, you loved how big his eyes got looking at all of the lights, his arm wrapped around your shoulder made you feel all warm and fuzzy. 

He was quite the gentlemen, trying to win you all of the prizes, always determined to win you a big teddy bear for every road trip the two of you took as a memento. 

Sammy’s ability to push you outside of your comfort zone, while still making you feel safe, was incomparable. The memories you create together are ones you’ll cherish forever. 

Special shout out to @satans-helper​ for helping me with some Danny inspiration and @sparrowof-thedawn​ for Sammy’s perfect guilty pleasure pop song. :)

[thecafesociety]

the cafe society members

clio is film photography, sunday mornings, crush by richard siken, so many spotify playlists, plants on the windowsill, inside jokes, love letters, fritz kola, the feeling when that one song comes on at a party, small ways of showing affection, wine, getting attached to a book you’ve been reading for too long, huge vinyl collection, golden jewellery, love in the time of socialism

eyre is lying in the fields, letters on her wall, staying up late to watch a film, cat strokes, floral scents, long poems, yearning for a lover, random waves of melancholy, sitting by the window watching the raindrops race down the surface, drunk declarations of love, analysing your favourite piece of art, strong emotions, comfortable silence

may is befriending stray cats, the colour green everywhere, impulsive decisions, piano pieces that rumble like thunder and eerie violin tunes, sharing an orange, perfectionist, biting sarcasm, reminiscing about what used to be, too many notebooks, poetry that strikes you in the gut, books lying around everywhere, the comfort of that one person’s voice

calliope is sunflower vol. 6 by harry styles, travel diaries, button-up shirts, witty comebacks, old family recipe books, golden hour, in love with at least three fictional characters, vintage stores, tousled hair, collecting seashells on the beach, aesthetic coffee dates, eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man, delicious self-cooked meals, ray bradbury books, growth over time

marie is soft smirks, not being able to pick an aesthetic, baked goods, surreal dreams, supportive, getting excited easily, discipline mastered without a fault, sudden ideas at 1am, reassuring words, imagining the life of strangers on the bus, comfortable jumpers, mitski on repeat, the fine line between love and friendship, snow angels, freckled cheeks

marilyn is a big dreamer, tight hugs, blushing cheeks, renaissance paintings, ladybirds, hair tied back with a ribbon, sunshine after rain, petting animals, pastry, listening to songs under a blanket, writer, summer picnics, soft, pastel colours, childhood crushes, bullet journals, collecting little things, reading in the grass, lovely baths, falling in love easily

albertine is art history, easygoing, bright eyes, visiting a museum with a loved one, bike rides at dawn, picking wildflowers, april showers, black nail polish, old bookstores, passionate about her dreams, walking barefoot and feeling warm sand under your feet, rock music, lying under a flowering tree, holding hands, lace, peachy cheeks

aphrodite is romance, face masks, baby pink, perfume bottles, long necklaces, rosé wine, dark humour, always overdressed, sensitive, winged eyeliner, ribbons in her hair, dreaming of foreign cities, caring, peachy sunsets, sad love songs, dry-wit humour, wide smiles, floral prints, cat-eye sunglasses, gold jewellery, high heels, dark eyeshadow, violin music

marina is staying up late to read her favourite book, kindhearted, making sure everyone´s included, humming songs you´ve forgotten the name of, sparkling eyes, postcards, soft voices, cats resting on your lap, beautiful writer, walking with earbuds in, earthy colours, calming voice, rosy cheeks, afternoon tea, sunlight filtered through the trees