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Cinema Rose

Hello! This is Nana here with my secret santa gift for @softsungchan! It’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and this is not proof read ;-; but I really hope you enjoy this. Have a super merry Christmas and a happy new year! I’d also like to wish @lucaswithnoshirt and @bumblebeenct a really wonderful Christmas and say thank you for organising this awesome event :D.

Genres: Fluff, comedy (I really tried)

Word count: 2024

Warnings: A few swear words, mentions of a heart attack, and old cinemas? (I am not very good at these, if you find anything else I should add,

lease let me know and I’ll put them in ^^).

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Remixes of old christmas songs blasted from the speakers around him, and Taeil sang along quietly while he made his way to the old cinema at the end of the shopping district.

It hadn’t been long since school had ended and he’d been too bored to stay at home and too tired from the school year to make plans with others.

So, he decided to walk around the places he always went to, but never paid any attention to. Like the shopping district he walked through on his way to school.

He’d heard from Taeyong, a junior he knew from middle school, about an old cinema that played christmas movies during the holidays for free. Taeil was skeptical at first. Playing movies for the whole month of December for free?

After some reconnaissance (read: asking his parents), he’d found that the place was apparently so old that the carpets smelled like caramel popcorn and old socks, and the lights flickered if you stayed after 7pm. They were surprised that it was even still open because of how decrepit the outside looks.

So, his initial impression of the old cinema hadn’t been the best, and he’d shrugged away any thoughts of visiting it.

Until today, that is.

His parents were out on a gift buying spree for their relatives, and his younger sister had been dragged along, which she wasn’t happy about, judging by her fierce grumbling as she slammed the car door shut when they were leaving.

So that meant that he had escaped the drudgery that was Christmas shopping, but he’d also been left at home alone with effectively nothing to do.

He’d finished playing all his games during the school year, instead of studying of course. There was also no way he’d actually be responsible and look over material for next year so he could get ahead of his classes. Which left him with only a few options:

He could go back to sleep, or restart some random game and play it all over again, or he could just wander around outside and find something to do.

‘Right.’ He thought to himself as he grabbed a jacket, his phone and house keys,

‘Guess I’ll just walk around.’

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He’d walked around most of his neighbourhood, and without realising it, his feet lead him on the familiar path of the local shopping district. It was usually a bustling place, full of loud voices calling out to customers, and children playing around.

Today was no different and Taeil, who’d spent his whole holidays so far inside, found the change of pace refreshing. Despite the chilly weather and the fact that he really wasn’t wearing nearly enough layers for how cold he felt, he was enjoying the vibrant atmosphere of the street.

Shutting his mind off, he was content to explore the streets around him.

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You stood slouched at the counter, face blank and head rested in your hands. You drummed your fingers against your cheeks and let out a long sigh.

Burying your head into your hands and groaning softly, you wondered to yourself why you got yourself into this in the first place.

When your uncle had asked you to work at the old cinema for the holidays, you’d initially been okay with it.

After all, it was quick money and, knowing how bad the sales were, you wouldn’t need to interact with people that much.

You valued your space after all, and serving customers was never really something you felt happy doing. Plus, it was fun to have the place to yourself for most of the day, and you were never low on snacks to eat.

In hindsight, you should have predicted the boredom that would come with standing around for the whole day. Even with your phone, there were only so many times you could refresh Twitter and Instagram and find something interesting to look at.

Day in and day out, you were stuck in the dark cinema with flickering lights and musty carpets, and it was slowly driving you insane.

You bit your lip and creased your eyebrows, mulling over if it would be that big of a deal to just leave the counter and go home. It was nearly closing time anyway, and you couldn’t imagine what poor fool would come to this dusty cinema when it was almost Christmas.

‘Everyone’s busy with decorating and gift buying, no one’s even gonna come here.’

You told yourself.

With your conscience cleared and stomach empty, you gathered as much popcorn as you could fit in the largest container, locked the counter and headed outside.

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Taeil stared at the sign in front of him.

‘Cinema Rose’s Merry Christmas special event! For the whole month of December, watch a movie for free!’

It read.

He wondered how he managed to end up here, of all places. Especially after he’d promised himself so many times that he wouldn’t bother. Then he wondered if he even remembered the way he came.

‘Shit,’ he thought to himself

‘How am I gonna get home?’

He took a deep breath and looked around frantically, trying to find a familiar looking path. All of the streets looked new to him.

Finding nothing he recognised, he was about to pull out his phone when he heard the entrance to the cinema open.

His head whipped to face the doors and he saw a girl around his age in a baggy uniform carrying an obscene amount of popcorn in her hands. Her back was facing him and she looked like she was trying to lock the door.

‘She must work here! Nice, I can ask her for directions!’

So he mustered up his courage and cleared his throat and called out to the girl.

“E-excuse me, I’m a bit lost, could you please help me?” He cursed himself for his shaking voice.

The girl turned around and stared at him for bit with a confused expression, then blinked and replied,

“O-oh, yeah, sure! Where did you want directions to?” Her soft voice was gentle when she spoke to him, and Taeil was a bit flustered. She wasn’t only pretty, but had a cute voice too?

The same could be said for you.

You hadn’t noticed him standing in front of the cinema at first, so you were a bit startled when he suddenly spoke to you.

You turned to see who it was, and nearly had a heart attack. A boy around your age you’d assume, with a large puffy jacket and kind looking eyes. He’d appeared so suddenly that you were surprised.

He was so pretty you were shocked stiff for a few seconds, but you snapped yourself out of it and hurried to reply.

You cursed yourself for stuttering and hoped he didn’t notice. His blank face at your reply made it seem like he didn’t. You thanked the heavens above and waited for him to continue speaking.

“R-right.” He cleared his throat and you stifled a snort. You both seemed to be nervous around each other.

“Do you know the shopping district near the local all-boys school? My neighbourhood is around there so I just wanted to know how I could get to that area?” He explained.

You nodded at his words.

Despite being a homebody, you did like to go on walks quite regularly, and you lived close to the cinema so you knew the area like the back of your hand. You were about to tell him the way when your brain stopped you.

‘Wait, _____,’ It said to you.

‘If you just give him directions, who knows when you’ll see him again! If you’ll see him again! Don’t lose this opportunity, you’re already lonely enough as it is!’

Your brain made a compelling last minute argument, and you couldn’t help but agree. Your family had been here for a long time, but you had grown up in a different city for most of your life.

You’d only come here to spend the holidays with your aunt and uncle because your parents were away on business. You hadn’t managed to make any friends, so all you could do was stay at home or walk around the cinema or your house.

You at least wanted to try to make friends before you left, then it wouldn’t be so hard to be in this town while you stayed until school started again.

Taeil was staring at you with a worried expression while you were going through your little crisis, and he tried calling out to you to get your attention. It didn’t work, so he stepped closer to you and waved a hand in front of your face, causing you to flinch and shout out in surprise.

“Woah! What the heck?”

“Sorry-“ Taeil said with wide eyes and a small frown on his face,

“I called out to you but you wouldn’t respond so I- sorry…” His voice was quiet and apologetic and you felt bad.

“No! No, not at all, it’s my fault! I just got distracted because I was trying to remember the way, sorry about that.” You told him. He seemed to believe your poorly thought out lie with the way his eyes brightened in understanding and his head nodded along.

You inwardly wiped the sweat off your forehead and tried to make the most friendly expression you could muster after a whole day of standing around with nothing to do.

“I’m not very good with explaining, so would it be ok if I just showed you the way? My house is nearby too, so it wouldn’t be out of my way.” You said to him cheerily. You hoped he’d buy this lie too.

He smiled widely at you, and you almost felt a bit bad about imposing your presence on this boy you’d just met.

‘But this is all for friendship! Maybe more, but don’t get so ahead of yourself!’

“That would be great, thanks! If you’re sure it won’t be a bother!” He chirped. You nearly melted inside at how polite he was being with you.

Returning his smile and asking him to follow you, you lead the way out of the cinema and made your way to the shopping district, trying your hardest to think of something to talk about. Which wasn’t as hard as you thought.

For every question you could ask, Taeil had an answer. You quickly learned that he was really easy to get along with, and he was great at carrying conversations. He was awkward at first, but you soon found a rhythm while talking and before you knew it you made your way to the shopping district near his house. Your footsteps slowed and you both halted at the entrance, a lull now forming when you both stopped talking.

You stayed silent, not knowing what to say, stuck in your head with worries that he might not want to talk anymore after this. That he only continued conversations with you because he was bored.

Taeil’s voice broke through your thoughts. His voice soft and nervous again as he asked you for your number.

Your face heated up at his straightforward request bit complied, albeit with shaky hands. After you both put your phones away, Taeil spoke again.

“Hey, ____. I had lots of fun with you today. So uh-“ He fumbled with the strings of his hood,

“Do you wanna meet tomorrow as well? I get that you have work, but I could go to the cinema and we could hang out there? O-only if you want to!”

His eyes looked anywhere but you and you could see in his smile that he was worried about you refusing.

You grinned and shook your head.

“I’d love to see you tomorrow, Taeil. I really had fun today too!”

You spoke in the most sincere tone you could and hoped he could sense it. With the way he beamed at you after you replied, you were sure he understood you.

With that you both parted ways, and walked home with smiles on your faces, and chests so warm no amount of snow could make you feel cold.

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NCT’s Secret Santa Collaboration Call

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Happy Holidays! 

This is @lucaswithnoshirt and @bumblebeenct​ here, the admins of this blog, and we are super excited to open up this collaboration to you all!

What is NCT’s Secret Santa?

Christmas is a busy time, especially for writers. Some may be coming straight off a Halloween special, determined to bring their readers something magical. Others may come out of hiatus or retirement to present us all with a one-time gift. Whatever the reason or occasion, writers work hard.

Which is why this project aims to give back to our content creators. During this collaboration, you will not only be writing a specific scenario for your readers to enjoy, but you will be creating it for another author- you are their ‘secret santa’!

What’s more, you will be getting your own fic too! Just like Christmas, we want these pieces to make you warm inside, which is why you can specify a member, what you’d like to see in the story and any AUs or tropes you love.

Requirements

You must be able to publish your fic between the 20-25th of December.

You must be able to write between 1-3k words.

Your fic must be winter-themed.

You must specify if you are a minor or not.

You must not tell anybody who you have been given. Don’t ruin the surprise!

Key dates

20th November - applications close

25th November - the secret santas will be given out

20-25th December - you will post your fics

If this sounds like something you would be interested in, please like and reblog this post, follow this blog and complete the attached form ->[here]<-.

(You can follow us admins if you want, we’re super friendly!)

We hope to see you soon!

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𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒

Hi all, lucaswithnoshirt here!

As the title suggests, I have reviewed my previous post (which was just to see how many people would be interested) and am now looking for beta readers to help me with my work.

I will be looking for up to 4 beta readers.

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- to be able to read over my work and spot any spelling mistakes

- to be able to check the overall ‘tone’ and ‘flow’ of the text

- to tell me what is good about the work and what needs improving

- to have discord

- to have a good to excellent grasp of the English language

- the ability to act maturely and to not steal or leak my stories

- to be able to dedicate between 1-2 hours a week to read and discuss my writing with me

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞?

- you will get access to my stories before they are published

- you may be able to actively discuss the direction of my stories with me

- you will be credited on each piece of work i produce

- you may be told of future stories in the works

- you will be able to read over my drabbles and ideas that may not ever be published

𝐇𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐲

If you feel like this is something you would like to do, then please like and reblog this post. This will be open until Saturday 19th September.

If you have been chosen, I will message you on the date above (Saturday) and ask you a few simple questions. I don’t expect many people to apply so I should be able to get back to all of you.

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The main aim of this is to be able to connect with some of my readers, as well as build up a solid team that I can rely on to help me with my work. I may have made this post seem a bit serious and formal, but please don’t think I’m like this all the time! I promise you that if you sign up for this it will be fun and you are free to quit at any time!

Hope you hear from you soon!

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On August 4, Mr. A. turned 73, but his birthday turned into a tragedy when the city was stained with blood… I write this because he needs all the help possible for his rehabilitation and treatment. The only family that Mr. A. now has is his wife, whom he saved and for that reason he suffered a brain contusion, as I mentioned, his son died. Although I’m not his granddaughter, I cannot stand idly by, so if you can help him, we urgently need all possible help for his treatment and medication. You can help him by donating a 1$ here please, he needs a lot of help!

I will write more about Mr. A.’s situation below in case you are interested, thank you very much for your help. 🙏

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Runaway / Lee Jeno /

AN: HI!! I have another story :)))) I’d like to give a huge thank you to my buddy pal @aplo7619 for the prompt!!! I had a lot of fun with it >< Thanks for your help! <3

Prompt - Jeno: “Your cat runs away and you look all over the city for it until you end up in the park and see your cat in the arms of a cute boy with glasses and a face mask on and even though he gives your cat back to you (after having to convince him its yours) he demands weekly visits.”

This also has lots of swearing so sorry if you're uncomfortable with that!

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Right now, the entire world feels like it’s spinning around you dangerously with each wheezing breath you take. Your shoes quietly skid against the pavements as you turn another corner with the force of a thousand suns, your lungs burning as you open your mouth and scream once again for your cat. 

You were both chilling and basking in the evening breeze when your feline friendo had been spooked by a loud sound from the garage of your apartment complex and bolted off your balcony. It scared the shit out of you, and you’d damn near leapt over the railing to save him from his fall before you realised that firstly; you live on the first floor. Secondly, even though he’s a lazy shit, your cat’s not really that old, which means he wouldn’t have died.

Your suspicions were confirmed when you heard a disgruntled hiss below you. As you called for him, he’d let fear get the better of him and sprinted through the gates. You swore really loudly at that moment, luckily too dumbstruck at your cat running away from you to notice the flabbergasted expression of your next-door neighbour who’d come out to check what all the ruckus was about.

So now you were running through Seoul at ass ’o’ clock in the morning to find your dumbass cat. You’d tried to be systematic about your approach in the beginning. Checking his usual hiding places in the park near your complex, or the night market stalls, etc. When you couldn’t find him there, you’d started to panic a little but managed to keep a cool enough head to try looking in one area at a time, furiously cursing yourself for not charging your phone earlier because you still didn’t know the city well and the maps were your only hope. 

But surprise surprise, you still hadn’t found him. Which you have to say, is incredible in its own right. Like, he hadn’t even run away for that long, where the fuck did he go? 

As you round another corner and peer nervously into an alley that looks more like the abyss, your legs give out a little and you crash haphazardly into the stone wall in front of you. Your hunched figure leans fully onto it as you try to catch your breath and regain feeling in your legs. The breeze wasn’t feeling so enjoyable anymore and you really regretted not wearing thicker clothes. 

After a few blinks and gulping breaths that are so erratic they could pass as a trap beat, you feel yourself losing confidence and really let the panic settle in your veins. The thoughts of what could happen to your cat throb deeply in you like the pulsing blood around your body and your mouth curls down in fear. Your eyes begin to water and you softly choke out a whimper, hunching further and half falling into a squat while resting a hand on the wall. Your free hand pinches the bridge of your nose and you bite your lip harshly, the area now feeling sensitive and raw.  You try calming yourself down but it’s not working.

You’ve been running around the city for a while now and your phone’s dead. Night life in Seoul is always bustling and there hasn’t been a street where you haven’t seen cars racing past or people chattering. Some had even asked what you were running so desperately for, offering their help when you told them about your cat. You’d really appreciated that, always in awe at the kindness others could show a mere stranger, but you didn’t want to bother anyone. Which in retrospect was a stupid idea. Then again, you were full of those.

So as you squat in the middle of a fairly well-lit street near a convenience store, trying as hard as you can to start breathing properly, you force yourself to take a step back from the rushing thoughts in your head and think about everything again. Easier said than done, but you’re feeling pretty determined to get that damn cat back. He’s too precious to you for you not to care. Also, the amount of money you spent on him was fucking ridiculous. 

A few more moments of reflection lead you to conjure something out of your ass/brain, which causes you to believe that your cat had gone to the park after all. But you must’ve narrowly missed him. He’d always loved the little playground there, and you are willing to bet your kidney that he is there after all. And even if you’re wrong, don’t you need only one functioning kidney anyway? So with that stellar reasoning, you slowly rise from your position and stretch your aching legs, taking a few more breaths for good luck. Then you turn back the way you think you came (fingers crossed), and run like hell to the park.

When you get there you give yourself a pat on the back for remembering the right directions for once, and you’re also really glad the park’s still brightly lit up. The lamps almost blindingly stare back at you when you venture past the entrance. After a few familiar turns you spy the playground and scan the area. A lone figure catches your attention and your guard goes up, before you hear a soft but familiar meow coming from the bench the stranger is sitting on. A flood of relief encompasses your senses before you realise something.

Shit.

Leave it to your cat to get picked up by a fucking stranger at like, 3 in the damn morning. 

A stranger who looks pretty well-built, if you look closely. Oh God, what if he’s a weirdo?? A muscular weirdo?

The thought won’t leave your head and you try to shove the fear down. Deep down though, you know you’re screwed. And you are, just not in the way you think.

You steel your nerves and approach the bench as carefully as you can from behind, but all is for naught because the man’s head whips around and you halt in your steps, anxiety at an all time high, despite the pretty face of the man in front of you. His styled blonde hair and round glasses do nothing to lower your guard. You notice he’s wearing a mask but ignore it for the main part. It’s just common practice in Eastern Asia. 

You both have a staring match for a while, before his voice slices through the veil of silence.

“Hello?” His voice is somewhat gravelly, but still kind. He looks kind of suspicious of you, and you shove down the urge to say, ‘Me too, pal.’ Instead, you stand stiffly and wave shyly. Damn his beautiful voice, it’s made you a different kind of nervous.

“H-hello. Um, That cat you’re holding? I’ve actually been looking everywhere for him. I’d like to take him back home now, because he kinda ran away earlier.” The words tumble out quickly, not allowing a moment’s hesitation.

The man perks up slightly at your words but deflates again when you mention he ran away. He stands up and faces you fully now, and boy is he tall.  But you can think of his legs later. Your cat takes first priority.

“I’m sorry but I don’t think I should give him back to you if he ran away.” The man starts off warily. His expression is cautious but at the same time apologetic. 

Yikes. He thinks you abused him. His excessive care for your fluff ball would usually be appreciated, and you still are thankful he’s being careful, but you’ve just had a really stressful few hours, and all you want is to collapse on your bed and die for a bit. So since your emotions are a bit jumbled, your next words are sharper than you’d usually speak out.

“Look guy, it’s real nice that you’re looking out for my cat but I haven’t abused him. He ran away because of a loud sound in my apartment complex and I’ve been practically tearing this whole fucking city down trying to find him.” You take a deep breath,

“So, if you wouldn’t mind, I’d like my fucking cat back. Now” You grit out. 

The pretty blonde man looks surprised at your outburst at first, and then guilty. Which makes you feel horrible because he looks like a sad Samoyed. But before you can apologise for being a moody bitch (rightfully so but still), he approaches you and holds out your cat, unwilling to meet your eyes. 

You gently take him from the man’s arms, giving the little squirt an unimpressed look but snuggling him closer to you before focusing your attention on the blonde man. A few minutes of trying to make eye contact later, you clear your throat dramatically.

That finally seems to snap him out of his guilty stupor, and you allow a small grin to creep onto your face when he shyly stares into your eyes. You notice his glasses have slightly slid down. He looks really adorable, is the next thought that pops into your head.

“Thanks for finding my cat. I’m sorry for being so rude earlier, I was just so stressed, you know?” You mumble. He quickly shakes his head and hands in front of his face, animatedly telling you that ‘no, I should be the one apologising. I just jumped to conclusions even though I didn’t know the full story!’

It makes your smile wider and you just tell him you both did something stupid so you’re even. He finally breaks into a smile at that, and you find yourself beaming with as much force as him. His smile does wonders to your heart and you feel it bloom in joy.

Before you can stop yourself, you’re asking him what he’s even doing at the park at this hour. To that he sheepishly replies, “I just like taking quiet walks at this time.” Which you find kinda strange but, as long as he’s not gonna murder you you don’t really care. 

You then notice that you’ve made your way to the benches and move to sit down, asking for his name.

“I’m Jeno” He replies. 

 “What’s yours?” 

You tell him and he lights up, telling you it’s a great name. You only shrug, replying that it’s nothing special.

After that the conversation flows and Jeno and you have been chatting for so long, the tendrils of dawn peak through the horizon. You didn’t even realise how early in the morning it must be and you feel guilty for keeping Jeno for so long. He feels equal guilt and asks if he can walk you home. You crinkle your nose at his suggestion, not liking what he’s implying but knowing he has a point. Besides, you liked talking to him and you want to chat longer, so you agree and tell him your address. He does a double take then and, while giggling, tells you that he lives in the same complex. You smile at that and ask him to visit sometime, and he agrees, 

“Do you mind if I come over every week? I just. I just really like your cat.” He asks quietly and a little lovestruck as he stares at your squishy ball of fluff. At your raised eyebrows, he nervously stutters out that, of course, he’s really fond of you too.

 Your smile morphs into a lop-sided grin and you stay quiet about how red his ears have gone. With that you both stand up and exit the park together, sniggering and chatting in the early morning light.

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Balcony / Na Jaemin /

HI, SO, THIS IS MY FIRST FIC POST. OH GOD. I’M VERY SCARED THAT THIS IS HORRIBLE BUT I’D BE REALLY GRATEFUL IF YOU COULD READ IT ANYWAY. I HAVEN’T WRITTEN ANYTHING IN LIKE MORE THAN A YEAR BUT ANYWAY.  hERE IT IS. Also, I will try to have the rest of the boys done sometime soon!

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The both of you stand on the balcony, a slight breeze cooling your warm skin.

 As you intertwine your fingers with his and peer over the ledge at the city lights, a small sigh escapes your lips. 

The sound of rushing cars melting together with Jaemin’s soft voice creates a waltz of noise in your head.

 It is welcome though, it is a sound that feels alive to you, as you stand in the middle of Seoul with him.

 A special person. 

You wouldn’t say he is yours, you wouldn’t say you are his. 

You just are. 

Together.

Like stars and celestial debris passing each other by in the vast expanse of the universe, you collided.

You think Jisung would be proud of what you just thought. Maybe Renjun too, if he wasn’t always too busy fake-retching at your squishy feelings about Jaemin.

Thinking about them makes a small laugh escape from your lips and Jaemin’s voice bleeds back into your reality.

“What’re you laughing at?” He asks, a giggle soon bubbling out of him as well. He can’t help it, your laugh is so contagious.

You keep laughing, letting go of his hand to cover your mouth to smother the giggles down. It doesn’t work.

Jaemin grumbles at the loss of your hand in his but you can hear he’s not bitter about it. 

Your guffaws die down to soft snickers. You turn to him and step closer.

“I was thinking about how much fun it is to know you. To know all of you. I love you guys.” You said to him, a lopsided grin on your face.

A small part of you would have felt embarrassed, even flustered about that confession. 

But now with how often you’ve said it, and how true you know it to be, it’s like breathing. 

You’re in love. 

You love him and you feel happy. That’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

You think Jaemin notices your sincerity with how much wider his smile gets (is that even possible??) and how his eyes are so loving as they drink you in.

He squeals a little when you open your arms towards him.

“You’re so cute!” He coos and envelopes you in a warm hug. 

Your cheeks touch each other and he presses into you. 

It’s calming, and you feel your limbs going limp in his arms.

Likewise, Jaemin’s shoulders drop in contentment. 

He cuddles into you as much as he can.

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Hi! This will be my introduction post, so you know a little bit about me before you read stuff! :D

I am Nana, and I really love writing, kpop, anime and music!

This blog will primarily be for writing kpop fics. I had a blog before but I can't get into that one anymore so this is my new one haha. Luckily I never actually wrote anything on it other than an introduction ;)

So anyways, I hope you'll like my fics! Have a really awesome day/night/afternoon ^^

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#hellajuneteenth

We’re standing in solidarity with Hella Creative’s #hellajuneteenth movement and echoing their demands: Juneteenth should be declared a federally recognized holiday. Celebrating Independence Day as a day of freedom when enslaved Black men, women, and children were not legally declared free for another 85 years (with 250,000 not told until two and a half years later) white-washes the cruel legacy of our country’s greatest sin. It’s time we demand Congress step up.

We’re stepping up, too

Starting this year, Juneteenth will be recognized as an official company holiday at Tumblr. This should have been done long ago. If you’d like to see your companies do the same, check out #hellajuneteenth’s incredible resources including templates for requesting your employer recognize Juneteenth like they recognize Independence Day. There’s also a template for an out-of-office message to help spread the word and a poster business owners can print out and hang in the office. For those eager to show their support on social media, #hellajuneteenth provides a number of graphics to share and they suggest you use the #juneteenth tag with the following caption:

We’re reclaiming our time.

For years, the enslaved people gave countless hours of free labor to their owners. Since emancipation, we have been making up for that lost time. So in true solidarity with our ancestors, it’s only right that we declare this to be a day free of labor.

This is important

Sign this petition addressed to Congress. Contact your reps and encourage them to support the initiative. Your voices have led to Minneapolis pledging to disband its police department, the arrests of the police officers responsible for George Floyd’s death, the repeal of Section 50-A in NYC, and the long-overdue demolition of Confederate statues.

Keep that energy going, Tumblr. Demand Juneteenth gets federal recognition. You��re winning, so don’t stop now.