#notes app goes crazy

[tallgreg]

i wonder when neil will out pizza the hut

[juicykvnture]

my brain rot strikes again..

(YOU DRIVE ME) CRAZY (nsfw)

mechanic!Jason x girly!Reader

[nibinsects]

notes app doodlez

[p1oscar]

been rly into rock climbing lately

[pretty-little-whorror]

the sexual tension between me and starting an entirely new fic instead of finishing the one that’s 7/8s done

[yourlocalsewerdragon]

stop it one time i wrote "why do you choose to be everything you don't have to be" on a monday at 8:58pm what was goin on

[anaturalplauche]

my final meal (at the end of the day)

at the end of the day, we’re too different. we deal with discomfort in ways far too contrasting. when outcomes cross our paths less than ideal—it marks an area for my improvement, yet a personal attack towards you. when conflicts arise—i seek to resolve when you seek an escape. i bear my pain inside so that you may present yours to the world. i deliver unto you my violent heart, enveloped in apologies and assurance. you open it with blades of accusation and contempt. i seek to accommodate the world so that it may do so for you. 

(it often scares me, your incapacity for empathy. something done for the benefit of another at the cost of self is a notion utterly yet to be known to you.) 

at the end of the day, you are selfish. i’ve always known this. it was, however, something that i thought could one day be assuaged— an inflammation yet to be soothed. i present a salve, offering to show you how to apply it. yet, if the affliction is not on your body but mine, why should you bother with treatment? you are in no pain. to be quite frank, all this nagging to get you to smear some balm all over me is making you quite uncomfortable. you’d want to save some for yourself in case you need it one day, right? i’ve been doing just fine applying it myself all these years, why should it change hands now? 

at the end of the day, i know i must leave you. a desire for growth fostered within a relationship incapable of change cannot hope to live, and most certainly not thrive. someone who separates the world into a strict dichotomy of “self” and “other” cannot possibly provide the nourishment i crave. i have been starved my entire life of something as foreignly commonplace as love. should not i too be allowed to feel full?  

at the end of each day, i know i will not. i will see you again, the radiant gleam in your eye reflecting the stars surrounding you, and know i will not. i will devour the sporadic banquets of adoration that you will offer me, the sweet words that come at your leisure. hungrily lapping up the leftovers of what i know i will not receive the following week. i will pretend the love i give is the same as that which i receive. i will pretend to be content until i stumble upon a plateau of resolution. hunger will give way to a much kinder numbness, and i will liken this to a solution. i shall not want.

[urdreamgirlangel]

a soft exit from doom scroll culture 𐙚🧸ྀི

Life wasn’t created to be lived through a screen, it was created to be lived through experiences ₊˚⊹ ᰔ michi

I constantly feel like I’m missing out on life. I’m never physically doing anything but I am always.. always scrolling. And for what? To be entertained. For those weak ass dopamine hits. To distract myself from my thoughts and my mental state. To have an excuse as to why I’m not doing something.

Neglecting yourself? Doomscrolling? Having trouble sleeping? Eyes always tired? Unhappy? Always feeling drained and tired?

Don’t you guys ever feel like you’re missing out? I mean you must since you’re here.

So I decided to try a digital detox.

Not in some extreme, delete-everything-and-vanish kind of way (I actually tried that many times and failed each one). I just wanted to see what would happen if I gave my brain a break. If I stopped reaching for my phone the second I felt bored, uncomfortable, or lonely. If I actually let myself sit with things instead of escaping into a timeline that never ends.

It was weird at first.

My brain kept telling me to “check something,” whether it's Instagram, TikTok, even Pinterest like ?? girl for what?? I realized I’d trained myself to need noise. Constant noise. And without it? I felt unsettled. Quiet. But underneath all that static, there was something else too. A kind of peace I didn’t know I missed. My mind actually started to feel like mine again.

Because the truth is, I don’t want to live a life I’m watching from the sidelines. I don’t want to be so overstimulated I can’t even hear myself think. I want to choose what I consume. What I feel. What I do with my time.

I want to remember that I don’t have to perform every moment. I don’t have to be productive to be worthy. I don’t have to post everything to prove I exist.

Sprinkles ˖ ᡣ���� ⊹ ࣪

I thought to myself I should have rules. I should try setting rules and boundaries because, as I said, social media isn't the problem, but rather how we use and interact with it is.

When you do scroll, do it purposefully (because you’re looking for something specific rather than because you’re just bored and you’re trying to entertain yourself quickly)

Delete and uninstall any apps you no longer use & make note of the ones you use too much - a lot of similar posts I’ve read on this topic always talk about keeping tumblr because it’s not that bad blah blah.. But can you really say you don’t scroll mindlessly on here? People use tumblr as an escape from all those other apps, but at the end of the day, it’s still social media.

Set time limits for screen use

Reduce use bit by bit

be careful with what you consume

Don’t be afraid to be bored. You are going to be bored and lonely.

Silence your notifications

Realize it’s okay to have social media but it shouldn’t be abused

Be in the moment. You don’t need to have a hot girl walk with a podcast playing in your ear. Bitch, be the podcast. Yap to yourself and look fucking crazy because I do. And it’s fun.

Find something to do with your free time, in my post Pretty Girl Content, you will find some hobby suggestions, or even in my Enhance Your Whimsy posts.

Tech-free zones - keeping your phone out of the bathroom, kitchen, bed, dining area

Check-in windows: only check social media during scheduled times

A ‘why I opened this’ list - every time you open an app, ask yourself why and write it down. Write it down. After a few days, review it to see your patterns and learn from them. nd if you wanna share thats ok too!

Dopamine Menu - a list of things that gives you pleasure or satisfaction a healthy way. instead of reaching for your phone when you feel lonely, bored or restless, pick something off the list and then do it.. They start easy with the first course, then require more effort and engagement as the course goes up.

Angel’s Dopamine Menu ꒰ঌ ໒꒱

🧁 Sweet Treats (Low-Effort)

Light a candle and practice breath work

Make a cute warm drink

Do mobility routine

take a shower

say affirmations

style dream closet mentally

cuddle blanket and/or pet

stand in sun for 3-5 mins

change into favourite cozy outfit

🍱 Comfort Courses (Medium Effort)

journal with dreamy prompts or about something i’m curious about

write a letter to my future self

Walk around the block

Bake something cute and simple

read a book

Reorganize space a bit (clear bed, fluff pillows, wipe mirror)

Watch a comfort show, no snacks, no other screens

have a tea party with plushies

🥘 Soul meals (High Effort)

solo adventure

Deep clean space

write letters to past you, present you and future you

go to a concert

choose a topic that fascinates me and go full research mode

start a new cute slice of life anime/kdrama

work on a hobby (start a scrapbook, upcycling an outfit, etc.)

write or continue writing a post

sign up for a workshop/class that excites you

learn a new skill (writing, language etc)

host a themed night for yourself (cottage core evening, 2000s movie night)

Plan my dream life

But now that we’ve got that out of the way, I have a question for you

What do you want from these apps? ೀ

𖹭.ᐟ Is it validation?

𖹭.ᐟ To feel seen without having to do much?

𖹭.ᐟ A distraction?

𖹭.ᐟ Community and connection?

𖹭.ᐟ Inspiration?

𖹭.ᐟ Entertainment?

𖹭.ᐟ Self-expression?

𖹭.ᐟ FOMO?

Are you actually getting it? Or are you just stuck in the loop, hoping the next scroll will finally give you what the last hundred didn’t?

People say cons of not having social media is not knowing what’s going on “in the outside world” but.. to me that’s a pro because I get to focus on myself and my mind and loa. So nothing else really matters to me since I’m focused on building the life for me starting with myself. Which I really need right now given my mental state. When i deleted tiktok, I feel good about not downloading it. Whenever I need it, I redownload it. Hair content. That’s about it. Then I delete. I dread even redownloading it because I’m kind of impatient. But I also do the same for tumblr. If I need a little pick me up, a sweet post and I know I have no one around give it to me and I really need to hear it from someone else, I redownload. I use it on my pc mainly now and I don’t find scrolling on my pc interesting enough to do it all the time.

So let’s get to the more philosophical, harsher side.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Modern life encourages consumption, rather than understanding and contemplation - challenge yourself, learn about something that honestly doesn’t seem that big of a deal, like learning random facts about random things. Remember libraries and book shops exist.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ One thing about social media it will give you unsolicited advice and opinions, it will try to make you feel like you have to listen and believe what is being shown to you. It could cause you to stray from your own beliefs if you aren’t strong in them. People’s opinions being thrown at you left and right when you aren’t even comfortable and strong in yourself is… jarring. “You shouldn’t do this bc..” but what if I want to? And why are people mad that I want to? Or don’t want to? Realizing I don’t wanna hear anyone’s opinions before I was grounded in mine was a big reason for my detox and regulation.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ You pick up a lot of stuff you consume online unconsciously. For instance, I watched a lot of American and Canadian tv growing up.. now I react to certain situations in certain ways (just like a lot of the characters I saw on TV) and I literally didn't notice until like a few days ago. That's the result of repeatedly consuming the same kind of content. So guess what- the thing people call ‘brain rot’… is actually rotting your brain. Surprise, surprise.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ Social media constantly exposes you to other people’s timelines, and it quietly convinces you that you’re behind in life. But most people are only sharing fragments- the polished, curated parts. And when we forget that, it’s easy to start holding ourselves to unrealistic standards or feeling like we’re not doing enough. You are not late. You are not less. You are unfolding, slowly and softly, in your own time. And there’s something quietly magical about that.

₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ And on that note… influencers really do be scamming sometimes. Like, a lot of it is just the same old stuff, just prettier now. They take outdated ideas and wrap them in pink ribbons and call it healing or empowerment. Suddenly, being “feminine” means looking a certain way, acting soft and quiet, never taking up too much space, and spending money just to seem effortlessly perfect. But don't get me wrong, there’s nothing wrong with liking pink, or soft things, or wanting to feel pretty. But when femininity becomes a performance—when it’s reduced to a list of aesthetics you have to buy into to be “the ideal woman,” that’s not empowerment. That’s marketing. They just dressed it up and made you feel like you chose it. But it’s still about control. About shrinking yourself into something small, sweet, and palatable. It’s not just influencers because some of them genuinely believe in this and don’t realize what they’re doing. In the end it just leads back to men trying to be in control... Ew. You might not even realize how much of what you like or think you like is just what society has convinced you need to like to be worthy of love or attention. This is not to say you can’t enjoy this stuff because I most definitely still do. But do so mindfully. This is also not to say that life can’t be aesthetic and pretty because it can and anybody that says not is just.. boring I guess. Just be mindful.

So I’m detoxing. To control the identity I’m building for myself and making sure it’s something I like, something I’m doing for me rather than for the algorithm. This is not to say that social media- or rather, how we use it- is to blame for everything. Because it’s not. People around you can genuinely suck. You have to pull away from that. The point is, if it’s not benefiting you, it’s depriving you.

Log out. Go outside. Touch the real world. You deserve to feel real again. -`♡´-🧁

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⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ michi goodbye TikTok, hello living

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ xiao's you don't have to be that girl

⋆｡𖦹°⭒˚｡⋆ denee you'd be hotter if you logged out

[havenhyunjin]

havenhyunjin's masterlist | ko-fi <3

requests are: open!

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stray kids texts:

. ⁺ ✦ ot8 ✦ . ⁺ "do you still love me?": texts where you ask stray kids if they still love you as a joke do you have a girlfriend?: texts where you ask them to translate “do you have a girlfriend?” to korean as a joke. it goes well. do you remember?: texts where you ask them if they remember what you were wearing on your first date. short king: texts where you call them a short king, and the crowd is… confused? did you forget our date?: texts where you forget about a date with them and their reactions are just as you’d expect. we need to break up: texts where you jokingly say you want to break up, and they freak out just a little bit. secret crush: texts where you send them a picture of yourself and they accidentally expose their big fat crush on you. hyung line / maknae line third wheel: texts where you get two for one on a date with your boyfriend. cheater!: texts you confront your boyfriend about cheating on you… in a dream. setting him up: texts where you try to set them up with a friend but they have a very good reason why they don’t want to go for it. hyung line / maknae line sad taylor's version: texts with your ex boyfriend, as told by taylor swift’s songs. just a dream: texts where they’re totally fine about a dream they had of you breaking up with them. so hungry: that one “i’m so hungry i could eat…” trend with your boyfriend. .*☽ bangchan ☽*. daily love: texts with bangchan as your boyfriend notes app: texts with your ex, bangchan, who up until now you had used as a handy notes app until he unblocked you. temporary fix: texts with your (whipped) friend with benefits! 18+ please! ˖ 𓇬 ˖ lee know ˖ 𓇬 ˖ chaotic love: texts with lee know where you match each other’s crazy home sweet home: texts with your roommate, who apparently low key wants to be more. - part one - part two jealous: texts with minho where he tends to get possessive… in his own way. family: texts with minho about your little family together, with a baby boy and cats. battery low: texts with minho, where your battery runs out and he is only “mildly” upset. °•❀ changbin ❀•° love is tender: texts with changbin where you compliment each other ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ hyunjin ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗ love is patient: texts with hyunjin after a fight, where he shows you true kindness and patience is it casual now?: texts with hyunjin, who is definitely just your best friend. nothing more. - part one - part two -written piece run away: texts where you make the decision to leave when your boyfriend, hyunjin, says something hurtful, but you didn’t count on eight men that love you not letting you go. down bad: texts with hyunjin just filled with tooth rotting love for each other. a hard day: texts where you have a bad day at a job you hate, but hyunjin always knows how to comfort you ‿⭒ཐིཋྀ han ཐིཋྀ⭒‿ whipped love: texts with han where he’s totally smitten going public: texts with your idol boyfriend, who wants to go public but you have reservations; mostly about yourself. ⋆☀︎⋆ felix ⋆☀︎⋆ love is warm: texts with felix, where you comfort each other in different ways ⋆⁺₊❅ seungmin ❅⋆⁺₊ considerate love: texts with seungmin where his love language is acts of service ˖ ݁. ☁︎ i.n. ☁︎ ˖ ݁. love is craving: texts with jeongin where he loves skinship with you

stray kids written pieces:

.*☽ bangchan ☽*. safe space: where you would do anything to be a safe space for him. ˗ˋˏ꒰ঌ hyunjin ໒꒱ྀིˎˊ˗ daisy: where you agree to see hyunjin, convinced he will ask to be just friends again, but the night ends together. a continuation of is it casual now? mature content, 18+! make up artist: where you find doing hyunjin's makeup is impossible because of how he looks at you. mature content, 18+!

[tallgreg]

something something nora might keep up the religious imagery (specifically with jean’s romantic interests) by having jeremy help jean overcome his fear of water and jean relates his first time deliberately putting his head underwater since he was 14 years old to a baptism or whatever

[aramynx]

INFATUATED SHOTO...

... who has no idea what it means when he can't keep his eyes off of you, despite having never spoken to you

... who has very little first hand experience with love, so he's incredibly curious about what drew him to you, specifically

... who courageously strolls up to you on the street mid-patrol to tell you that he'd like to take you out for a day

... who gets surprised when you start blushing and asking if he was 'pranking' you

... who reassures you that he wants to get to know you, since you made a favourable first impression on him, even from a distance

... who takes you on the most awkward, small-talk filled date you've ever been on. still, you wanted to go on a second date

... who asked all of his friends how to act on a date, and what he needed to do to make sure you'd have a good time

... who couldn't keep his eyes off you when you sat opposite him at the restaurant he had picked out (with the help of his friends)

... who thought he was going crazy when he physically couldn't pull his eyes away from you

... who asked to be your boyfriend after your third date, like he had seen in the romance movies he had been studying

... who kept track of every little thing you told him about yourself, keeping them saved in his notes app in case he were ever to forget

... who thinks you're the most incredible person he's ever met

... who loves your kindness and empathy towards others

... who moved things along relatively quickly because he was just... so in love with you that it was driving him crazy

... who initiated the idea of you moving in together only six months into your relationship

... who loves to see you in all sorts of clothes, whether you're all dressed up or in your unreasonably pyjama t-shirt- he thinks you look just perfect

... who doesn't know how to cook whatsoever, so he takes on the dishes to help you out instead because he feels the need to even things out

... who still tries to learn how to cook for you- at least the basics and easy recipes, because it's unrealistic that you'll always feel up to cooking

... who went entirely against the 'norm' and proposed to you with a gorgeously elaborate ring bought using endeavour's credit card after only six more months

... who researched how to be a good partner to you, and always goes the extra mile to make your life easier and happier

... who's scared of becoming a father one day because he has no idea how to do it well

... who catches himself staring at you over and over again as you hold your newest family member close, their little body cradled into yours with so much love that it put a stop to all of his worries

... who's now enamoured not just by you, but by the wonderful home and family that you built together <3

[glowettee]

✧ why i believe in dressing up even when no one's watching ✧

hey lovelies! ✨

there's something almost magical about putting on your favorite outfit when you have absolutely nowhere to go. i know it might sound silly to some people, why bother getting dressed up if nobody's going to see you? but seriously? those are the moments when dressing up matters most to me.

✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧

i remember last sunday morning, the rain tapping against my window, my plans completely canceled. instead of staying in my pajamas (which would have been the "logical" choice), i put on my favorite satin slip dress, did my makeup, and even added a little hair bow. my sister thought i was crazy, but there was something so powerful about choosing to look pretty just for myself.

the truth is, when we dress up only for others, we're giving away a little piece of our magic. we're saying that our beauty, our effort, our aesthetic only matters when someone else can validate it. and i don't believe that's true at all.

✧ the secret relationship with yourself ✧

when i put on a beautiful outfit just to read a book or make tea in my home, i'm nurturing the most important relationship in my life, the one with myself. it's like sending a little love letter to my soul that says, "you deserve pretty things even when no one is looking."

i've noticed that on days when i make the effort, my thoughts are different. i sit differently. i move through my space with more intention. my journal entries are more honest. my self-talk is kinder. it's like the outside beauty creates a little pathway for the inside beauty to shine through.

✧ the everyday as a special occasion ✧

we're always waiting for the "perfect moment" to wear that special dress or use the fancy perfume. but what if tuesday morning could be special too? what if making breakfast could be an occasion? what if simply existing in your body was reason enough to celebrate with your favorite clothes?

i keep a little list in my notes app of outfits that make me feel like the main character, and i've made it a personal rule not to "save" them only for special occasions. that silk blouse i love? perfect for a random wednesday. those pretty earrings i usually save for parties? they make doing laundry feel glamorous.

✧ the ripple effect of self-adornment ✧

there's this beautiful ripple effect that happens when you start dressing up for yourself. you begin to curate other parts of your life with the same loving attention. your morning routine becomes more sacred. your space becomes more intentional. you start to ask yourself, "what would make this moment feel special to me?" rather than "what's the bare minimum i need right now?"

i've found myself buying flowers more often, lighting candles on random afternoons, using the "good" dishes for ordinary meals. dressing up for no reason has taught me that everyday life deserves celebration too.

✧ a little secret between you and the universe ✧

there's something so intimate about being all dressed up with nowhere to go. it's like a little secret between you and the universe, a whispered promise that you don't need external validation to honor your own beauty.

sometimes i'll put on my favorite dress and red lipstick just to write in my journal or water my plants. nobody sees it except me (and maybe my cat), but it feels like a tiny rebellion against the idea that beauty needs an audience.

✧ the practice of showing up for yourself ✧

ultimately, dressing up when no one's watching is a practice in showing up for yourself. it's saying, "i am worth the effort, even when that effort goes unseen." it's recognizing that you are always worthy of your own attention and care.

so the next time you find yourself alone with a free afternoon, try putting on something that makes your heart flutter. not for instagram, not for compliments, just for the quiet joy of being exactly who you are, adorned exactly as you please.

you might be surprised how different your day feels when you're dressed for the occasion of simply being yourself.

xoxo, mindy

[bejeweledinterludes]

morre dean hc i dare you

anon are you living in my phone because how did you know i had a list in my notes app of my way too niche (and definitely self-indulgent) dean headcanons… anyways enjoy!

── .✦ ⌈ my headcanons for dean winchester. ⌋

『 part 6 of @bejeweledinterludes’ headcanons series. 』

consider this a little gift for y’all before i log off for finals hehe. see you soon! ily! <3

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> dean winchester has a hunting journal, just like his dad’s. he’d started one in his early twenties because of his dad, actually— mostly to store numbers, addresses, etc. and over time (along with the evolution of technology), dean wrote in it less and less— but sometimes when there was a newspaper clipping, ticket stub, or a flyer from a hunt, he slipped it between the pages; as a reminder. a memory. so he wouldn’t forget.

and on nights when he felt drunk brave enough, he flipped through the pages of both his and his dad’s journals, for the nostalgia— or maybe the fact that it used to be so simple back then.

> while dean is definitely a hardcore metalhead when it comes to music, he also is a secret avid enjoyer of yacht rock. michael mcdonald, toto, the doobie brothers, player— you name it, dean knew the songs.

and when sam had heard the tunes of christopher cross’ sailing pierce through the walls of the bunker, he raised a brow, searching the place— only to find the source was dean’s record player in the garage as he was washing baby.

> it’s canon in my head that dean still wore jewelry, even though we don’t see literally any (besides his watch) in the later seasons. yes, his watch is still there, but he still has that silver ring— and i’d also like to think that he has the samulet somewhere, too (cas got it back for him), even though he doesn’t wear it anymore.

> it’s also canon that dean is a patrick swayze fan— but what i like to believe is that his favorite movie of swayze’s when he was younger was roadhouse because dean saw himself in dalton (or just wanted to be like him too).

his favorite movie of swayze’s now, though? dirty dancing. because swayze always gets a pass (and nobody puts baby in a corner).

> we see this quite often in the show, but it has to be reiterated— dean always sits in the back of bars, diners, or offices against the wall in a corner, in view of every single exit. same thing goes for walking on the streets too. the man is always, always, always aware. because he has to be.

call it hunter’s instinct or just plain being aware of your surroundings— either way, he’s assessing every single place he walks into, hypothetical situations already rolling: along with how fast can we get out of here and scanning every head he can see as soon as he walks in the door.

> this is kinda random but it must be said: he’d totally belive ai generated stuff. and sam would just *sighs and pinches forehead in his sam way* “dean—”

> this is technically (?????) canon too, but dean has a lot of physical media. cassettes, cds, records, dvds, magazines, etc. some are from childhood and his early adult years, some are things he found at the thrift store. he also hates streaming services, and prefers watching the movies he owns (because then he knows what’s gonna happen already).

> dean likes sweet coffee drinks. yes he drinks black drip coffee most times, because it’s cheap, fast, and easily available in most places— but it’s not his favorite. he loves a white mocha most days and he’s a sucker for a pumpkin spice latte in the fall (not in front of sam though).

> and last but not least: dean winchester is as smart as a motherfucker. we’ve seen this many times throughout the show already as well, but i don’t care! i’ll shout it from the rooftops! dean is smart— street smart. because he knows how to talk to people and get what he wants out of them, knows how to read someone’s emotions / body language, and has some crazy quick critical thinking skills when it counts. which is what makes him such a good hunter.

buttttt don’t get me wrong, dean is book smart. not nearly as much as sam, but he can easily manage, because dean had to do all the research himself when sam was away at college— essentially forced to learn, and to know how to navigate old lore books and records.

now, though, dean lets that burden fall on sam (for the most part), since sam’s read all the books in the bunker (twice).

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[teddursa]

thinking about pervy classmate heeseungie °❀.ೃ࿔*

- he’s so nasty n sensitive. he’ll cum to your innocent pictures you upload to your instagram story. having a private photo album of pictures of you that you uploaded innocently not knowing he’s being a freak and jerking his pathetic cock to your pretty face.

- he often goes on dating apps only talking to girls who look exactly like you. begging them for sex, some girls block him immediately and others meet him late at night to fuck. they always walk into the cheap motel not expecting much from him, i mean he’s a loser begging girls for sex ? but fuck does he pound them into the mattress until they become brainless sluts.

- he has no shame. seeing you the next morning after pounding a girl deep into a brain-rotted state wishing so badly he could just take you instead.

- he takes secret photos of you. under the skirt pictures. you don’t even suspect him. knowing nothing about him expect the fact that he takes the same train as you and that sometimes you guys have to be pressed up against each other. these soft situations is what drives heeseungie up the wall. jerking off to the perfume you use and the panty shots he took. seeing your delicate panties covering your soft tight pussy.

- his favorite porn ? it has to be japanese porn. the way the girls whine and cry, he loves how high pitched and loud and so so cute they sound. it what he imagines you sounding like. his hand moving faster around his cock as the poor girl starts to cry as she gets fucked and passed around. it drives him crazy wishing it was you crying on his cock.

☥ hana’s note ݁ ˖ִ ࣪ — i did read it back but honestly it’s 3am n i didn’t wanna do to much… these are simple thoughts so it’s nothing fancy and it’s nothing interesting. goodnight ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁

[sxprot]

Maybe some Dandy x fem!reader, something like..Dandy flirting with the reader in public, while she is trying to make a reaction about it (She would be really embarrassed and Dandy doesn't give up..Haha ! )

Nobody knows what I see, everybody thinks I'm crazy. Crazy for you, oh boy

Note: I fucking forgot this app existed man, I'm lowkey stupid as hell. I hope this is what you want, enjoy it tho. But bro, I hope this shit isn't too ooc for the reader or the character, that's the last thing I'd do. If it too ooc, request another one and I'll do it. Toodles.

I hope u like it tho. Have a great day too

Dandy x fem!reader (romantic)

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I hc him to be very flirty if he wants to be lol.

I don't think this man has any shame about flirting or showing any affection in public. If it meant making you giggle or seeing that lovely color on your cheek as you flush, you better expect him to tease or do that more often.

"You look so lovely that I could kiss you, darling!" He would chirp happily, mimicking an exaggerated 'mwah' sound, leaving a trail of kisses on your forehead, nose and jawline as you dissolve into a peal of mad laughter.

Dandy adores the way you reacted to his kisses, the way you would laugh, attempting to swat his face away from you, to hide and duck away from him. You don't know how much it brings him that much delight and warmth, his very own heart grows warm and fuzzy.

But before he could give you another, Vee already stepped in with a cough. You might have to stop them before they start another drama, of course. (despite the television simply just trynna remind you two that you're in public)

Dandy would fumble so hard if you don't show any emotions to his flirting, thinking that he actually ruined his chance, and just wanna dig a hole and die in there. Until you burst into a giggle mess, assuring him that he didn't.

If you try to flirt back, and even better than him, his cheeks would burn. It's so unfair that his mind suddenly goes blank at just some words, leaving him a tad bit flustered and giggling like a high school girl.

He'll get another payback!! Just see and watch out!

I'll change later, im tired

[bl3upi3]

Something About Hollis

Check out part 2

Summary: While in New York for a Miu Miu campaign, rising artist Y/N shares a spontaneous beat on her Instagram story catching the attention of underground favorite 2Hollis. What starts as a simple DM turns into an unexpected late-night call.

A/N: Short 2Hollis one-shot. Not sure if I’m gonna turn it into a full fic or a series yet.

You’ve been a music artist on the scene for about two years now, blowing up thanks to TikTok. You’ve been making music for as long as you can remember, starting with the basics like piano and guitar. But when you discovered the underground scene, you wanted your music to be more creative, more experimental. You had some monthly listeners, but you really blew up about a year ago after that feature with Jane Remover.

Jane found you and your music really interesting. Your lyrics were meaningful, and your art felt genuinely beautiful. She discovered you by chance, stumbling across one of your TikToks and reached out wanting to collaborate. It changed everything for you: more recognition, more listeners, and now a solid fanbase.

Recently, you opened for one of Charli XCX’s concerts, and that’s when everything really changed. You had to get a real manager because so many companies and artists wanted to collaborate with you. It was overwhelming at first. You still played in underground clubs sometimes, even for free it was a strategic move, keeping your roots while navigating the industry.

One day, while you're in New York City for a Miu Miu shoot for their latest campaign, you post a messy beat on your Instagram story, just something to entertain your fans while you wait for the makeup artist to finish. Out of curiosity, you start checking the replies for feedback. That’s when you notice a DM from a verified account: “this goes stupid. u tryna build on it?” You check the @ it’s from 2Hollis. You pause, squint at the name, and realize you’ve seen it before in some TikTok comment section.

Isn’t that the guy all the girls have been talking about lately? Something like, “my white tiger” type shit? you think to yourself.

You turn to the makeup artist.

“Do you know 2Hollis?” you ask.

She pauses, brush in hand, then raises her eyebrows.

“Obviously. Who doesn’t? He’s like, TikTok’s favorite sadboy.”

You hum, glancing back at the DM. You didn’t expect him to reach out.

You tap out a reply without overthinking it: “yeah sure. u got something in mind?”

You lock your phone and lean back in the chair as the makeup artist starts on your eyeliner. But your mind’s somewhere else now half curious, half suspicious. You’ve seen artists reach out before just to ride a wave. But something about the way he worded it felt casual, unbothered. Like he wasn’t chasing anything.

A few minutes later, your phone buzzes again.

“i got this loop i’ve been sitting on. think you’d sound crazy on it. can i send?”

You unlock your phone again, typing back: “send it.”

Not even thirty seconds later, there’s a Dropbox link sitting in your inbox. You throw your AirPods in and press play, eyes half-lidded as the track builds. It’s glitchy, dark, and oddly soft around the edges like it's falling apart on purpose. The drums stutter in weird places, the synths warped just enough to feel like a memory.

Huh. He’s good.

You listen to it again. And again. By the third play, you’ve already opened your voice notes app and started humming something over the chorus.

You don’t even bother being formal. You shoot him a voice memo: “okay wait. this is actually sick. let me sketch something out tonight.”

You expect him to leave you on seen or at least take a while to respond. Instead, it’s instant: “bet. i’m around if you wanna hop on a call.”

Call? You stare at your phone like it’s got a second head. No one calls anymore. Especially not for music stuff not unless they’re old school or serious.

You stare at the message, thumb hovering over your screen. A call? In the middle of a Miu Miu campaign shoot? Not happening.

“i’m not available right now but tonight if that’s okay w you,” you reply.

“yeah cool. i’ll be around.”

You put your phone face-down on the vanity and exhale. The makeup artist’s almost done now, dusting shimmer along your cheekbones like she’s painting armor. But your head’s buzzing not with fashion, not with flashing cameras, but with that loop. 

Later that night, when the shoot's wrapped and your heels are finally off, you're sitting cross-legged on the hotel bed with your laptop open and mic set up beside you. You press record and start sketching layering in harmonies, mumbling half-finished lyrics that don’t make sense yet but feel right.

There’s something easy about the track. Like it’s pulling something out of you you didn’t realize was there.

At 11:12 PM, you send him a rough snippet. Nothing too polished just enough to show you’re taking it seriously.

Not even five minutes later, your phone rings.

You hesitate for a second, then swipe to answer.

“Yo,” his voice comes through, low and a little grainy. Background noise filters in too, someone laughing, the faint hum of music, the unmistakable sound of a lighter flicking.

“Hey,” you say, settling back into your pillows.“Didn’t expect you to actually call this fast.”

“Didn’t expect you to actually send something this good,” he shoots back, smooth but not in a fake way. “You sound fire on it already.”

You hear another voice in the background deeper, louder.

“Tell her it’s the loop of the year!” someone yells, clearly not knowing or caring that you’re on the line.

Hollis sighs. “Ignore him. That’s Roman. He thinks everything I make is ‘loop of the year.’”

You smirk. “Right. You got a whole committee back there or something?”

Another voice chimes in, this one cooler, more deadpan. “Nah, just a couple of degenerates with good ears. You’re talking to Conceal, by the way.”

“Hi… Conceal,” you say, unsure if you're supposed to know him.

Hollis cuts back in. “Anyway. I meant to say  I’ve actually been keeping an eye on your stuff for a while.”

That catches you off guard. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he says, like it’s obvious. “Think the first thing I heard was that Jane track. Someone had posted a clip of it on Twitter. Then I checked your page and you were just… making weird, beautiful shit. Real different. It stuck with me.”

You pause, fingers brushing over the edge of your laptop. There’s a lot of fake praise in the industry. Hollow compliments dressed in lowercase cool. But he doesn’t sound like he’s selling you anything.

“I figured you probably had no idea who I was,” he adds, and there’s a little laugh in his voice now. “Which, honestly, kinda made me want to reach out more.”

“I’d heard of you,” you admit. “TikTok girls were thirsting over you.”

You hear Roman immediately burst out laughing in the background. “Let’s goooo! She clocked you, bro.”

Hollis groans. “Please. Don’t feed into that.”

“You are kind of infamous,” you tease, letting the corner of your mouth curve into a smirk. “Some of those edits are crazy. Like…”

“Jesus Christ,” Hollis mutters. “I swear I just breathe and someone turns it into a fan cam.”

“Sounds exhausting,” you say, not entirely sarcastic.

“It is,” he replies. Then softer, “But the music’s what matters. Everything else is noise.”

There’s a small silence between you, like a low tide pulling back.

You glance at the track still open on your laptop. “Well, for what it’s worth… I get it. That loop? It’s not just cool. It feels like something. Like you meant it.”

For a second, you think he won’t respond. Then: “I did.”

In the background, Conceal says, way too casually, “This whole phone call feels like a slow-burn A24 scene.”

You laugh out loud, sharp and real. “Okay, who are you guys?”

“Artists,” Roman replies. “Annoying ones. But artists.”

You lean back into your pillows again, voice softer now. “Cool. Well… I’m glad you reached out.”

“Me too,” Hollis says. Then: “You free tomorrow?”

“No,” you say, stretching your legs out on the bed. “I’m kind of busy with that whole Fashion Week stuff.”

“Ohhh, Fashion Week,” Roman says, dragging it out like a tease. “She’s fancy.”

“So you also a model?” Hollis asks, voice curious but not mocking.

You roll your eyes, even though no one can see it. “Not exactly. Brands just like putting me in weird clothes and calling it a vision.”

“Sounds like modeling,” Conceal mutters.

You shrug. “I guess. I just show up, wear the fits, smile like I know what I’m doing, and pray I don’t trip on the runway.”

“That’s real artistry,” Roman deadpans.

You laugh. “Yeah, I’m basically couture’s clown.”

“Nah,” Hollis says, and his tone shifts just slightly. “You’re kind of everywhere right now. Music, fashion, all of it. But it doesn’t feel… fake. You still sound like yourself.”

That hits unexpectedly deep. You blink, caught off guard by how sincere it sounds.

“Thanks,” you say, quieter. “I try.”

There’s a pause, like the air just got a little thicker.

“Alright,” Hollis says, breaking it gently, “then we’ll figure it out. When you’re done being New York’s most stylish menace, pull up to the studio. No pressure.”

You smile to yourself, biting your lip a little. “Yeah. I’ll let you know when I’m free.”

“Cool,” he says. “Sleep well, superstar.”

The call ends, but your phone stays in your hand a moment longer.