#SHINESTARS COME EAT

[starhwas-bunny]

everyone !! my loml posted their FIRST FIC on here after me trying to convince her for AGES. and it is so good pls come eat 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

friends with benefits a roommate (p. sh)

★ summary: after hooking up with mingi, you wake up the next morning and share a coffee with his attractive roommate seonghwa. a one night stand suddenly turns into a recurring thing—is the sex with mingi really that great? or are the mornings after with the roommate even better? ★ pairing: seonghwa x f!reader (ft. mingi) ★ genre: fluff ★ word count: 3.2k ★ tags/warnings: consultant!seonghwa, grad student!reader, fem!reader, grad student/best friend!mingi, references to sex but no descriptions, references to drinking, corporate grind woes, intentionally lowercase ★ notes: beta'd by the bestie @starhwas-bunny. also this is my first time posting :')

like most grad students, you like to work hard, play hard.

which is why you’re at the dingiest bar on campus with your cohort, drunk out of your mind and grinding against your friend mingi to some doja cat song. and once it ends, you tug on mingi’s arm to presumably get more drinks, but instead drag him to the hallway near the bathrooms and stand on your tiptoes to slot your lips over his.

(thankfully, he reciprocates.)

and so, stumbling and giggling, the two of you call an uber back to mingi’s place.

⋆⋆⋆

the first thing seonghwa notices about you are your legs.

after all, how could he not? when all that’s there to cover them is the frayed hem of mingi’s ratty old high school football shirt. and you’re not shy about it—the fact that you’re walking around the apartment in nothing but a shirt that barely reaches the tops of your thighs.

the second thing seonghwa notices about you are your eyes.

surprisingly big and round for so early in the morning, and the fact that they’re trained straight on him.

“‘morning,” he says casually.

“good morning!” you reply, seemingly cheered by his acknowledgement. you scamper to the barstools on the other side of the large kitchen island and plop down on one. “i’m y/n.”

seonghwa is a little surprised at the introduction. he’s used to mingi bringing home girls often after living with him all through college until now, but he’s not used to interacting with them beyond catching a flash of their hair as they make a hasty exit.

the name is also unique, yet familiar.

“oh,” seonghwa says. “mingi’s mentioned you before. you’re in his cohort, right?”

“yup,” you say, popping the p at the end. “we’re besties.”

seonghwa hums, and then realizes he hasn’t introduced himself. “i’m seonghwa. you want some coffee?”

“yes, please,” you say.

“an iced latte okay?”

“um—yeah…?”

seonghwa can hear the apprehension on your tongue. the unsaid question—can he make a latte?

it’s silent for a little while as seonghwa flits around the kitchen, fetching the bag of fresh guatemalan coffee beans he’d picked up only yesterday and meticulously grinding them down into a powder. he presses it in the portafilter and then locks that into place in the group head of his shiny chrome silver espresso machine. it’s a relatively new purchase—or investment, as he likes to call it.

mingi had been wary about the whole thing—understandably so, since buying an espresso machine on a grad student budget is frivolous to say the least—so seonghwa had paid for it. they’d reached a mutual agreement that while the machine belongs entirely to seonghwa, mingi can pay for the beans to earn his share of the coffee it produced.

regardless, the espresso machine is an immediate hit with you, who oohs and aahs as the machine whirs and espresso drips out into two small porcelain cups.

“so fancy,” you say dreamily. 

smiling, seonghwa opens the fridge. “milk?”

“do you have oat?” you ask.

“of course,” seonghwa says, pulling out the carton.

with practiced hands, he pours the oat milk into a metal cup and then takes it over to the milk frother attachment. afterwards, he portions the frothed milk into two glasses filled with ice, before topping them off with the espresso shots. from a drawer, he retrieves two glass straws and then slides the finished drink over the counter to an awed you.

“it’s like a personal coffeeshop!” you squeal. “hold on, i have to take a picture!”

you dash back into mingi’s room, and for a second the spell is broken. seonghwa remembers that you’d come home last night with mingi—that you’d presumably had mind-blowing sex with mingi, that you slept over in mingi’s bed.

when you return to the kitchen, seonghwa has already swirled his drink together and sips on it a little impatiently. you beam as you take a photo of yours, before following his lead. when you take a sip, your eyes brighten and widen and suddenly, seonghwa is back into it.

back into you.

“omygod!” you say.

“nice, right?” seonghwa says.

“delicious,” you moan. “what beans did you use?”

“oh,” seonghwa says, unable to hide the surprise in his voice at your curiosity. “it’s a new guatemalan blend. i know a guy.” he hands the bag over to you so that you can read the description on the sticker.

you laugh. “‘i know a guy,’” you mimic. “are we talking about drugs?”

“might as well be,” seonghwa says. “i definitely have a caffeine addiction.”

“that’s okay,” you say. “so do i.” you say it conspiratorially, and seonghwa likes the theatrics.

he likes you.

seonghwa’s current project at work has him traveling to utah during the week, and while he loves mingi, coming back on the weekends to a dude just doesn’t really do anything for him. and seonghwa’s been so busy for the past two years—working 70 hours a week and commuting across the whole continent—that he’s never taken the time to consider that maybe there’s something missing.

something like—

sharing a coffee with a pretty girl on an early saturday morning.

something nice. domestic.

something that makes flying back to new york feel like coming home.

but seonghwa is shaken from his out-of-character introspection by sloppy footsteps coming from mingi’s bedroom. the man himself slogs into the kitchen, wearing only low-slung sweatpants and yawning like a heathen.

“no coffee for me?” he pouts at seonghwa.

“didn’t expect you up so early, sleeping beauty,” seonghwa says.

“fucking rude,” mingi grumbles. he turns to you, “you staying for breakfast?”

you peer suspiciously at him. “can you cook?”

“he can’t,” seonghwa says before mingi can reply. “but i can.”

the grin that you flash him is so breathtaking that he has to set his glass down. 

“okay, then,” you say, clapping your hands. “i’ll stay!”

seonghwa hides his own grin by ducking into the fridge for the eggs.

over breakfast, seonghwa tells you about his glamorous (derogatory) life as a consultant, and you respond by enthusiastically explaining the research you do at the university. mingi interjects occasionally, but mostly he just scrolls through twitter on his phone.

seonghwa easily deduces that you’re close friends, but the vibe feels mostly platonic.

he wonders if last night was a one-off, or the beginning of something. if there’s any hidden unrequited feelings. 

he’ll have to sus it out of mingi later, but for now, he’s content with discussing the ethical sourcing of coffee with you.

⋆⋆⋆

two weeks later, after another two grueling visits to utah, seonghwa wakes up to the scent of coffee.

it’s pleasant, and then jarring, because seonghwa knows that mingi doesn’t have the patience to use the espresso machine on his own (he drinks the instant stuff when seonghwa isn’t around). seonghwa leaps out of bed, all thoughts on his precious, pristine espresso machine child.

but the scene he finds in the kitchen is very much the opposite of a catastrophe.

first he sees the afterthought of a bun. hair tossed carelessly into a topknot that bounces as you move.

and then he sees the underwear—baby pink and lacy—and the perfect, round ass sticking out of the fridge.

“oh shit,” he croaks, before clapping a hand over his eyes and spinning around.

he’s rewarded with tinkling laughter that makes his ears burn red. he could get used to that sound, but maybe under different circumstances.

“good morning!” you call.

“um, morning.” seonghwa removes the hand and opens his eyes, but doesn’t turn around quite yet.

“sorry, i would put on some pants, but i wasn’t wearing any last night,” you says. “i’m decent now, though!”

true to your word, your bottom is as covered as it can get with that godforsaken high school football shirt. seonghwa really wishes mingi would get rid of it, but he knows that making varsity is still one of mingi’s proudest accomplishments.

“sorry about that.” seonghwa has to cough to get all the words out properly. his throat hasn’t quite woken up yet (the rest of his body, though, is thrumming with adrenaline, and his brain is working overtime figuring out the morality of saving that image of your ass).

“no worries,” you say breezily. “coffee?”

having the script flipped on him—someone else offering him coffee in his own goddamn apartment—is unsettling. even more unsettling is how similar the scene unfolding is to his brief daydream of domesticity the last time he encountered you.

“you, uh, know how to use the espresso machine?” he asks stupidly. he registers belatedly how his question might sound condescending, but you seem to take it all in stride.

“i was a barista for a bit in college,” you say.

“nice,” seonghwa says, just for something to say.

“i hope it’s okay that i used it,” you say. “i just really needed some caffeine after last night.”

at seonghwa’s questioning gaze, you explain, “we went way too hard.”

“any occasion?” seonghwa says, sliding dutifully onto a barstool when he realizes that you really do know what you’re doing. you have the oat milk out on the counter, the same glasses he used last time—pre-prepped with ice—and the new bag of orange-infused coffee beans.

you hum as you froth the milk. “made it past our first thesis deadline.”

“that’s exciting,” seonghwa says.

“barely,” you sigh. “we’re just waiting around to get our asses handed to us during critiques.”

“oh, well,” says seonghwa sympathetically. “i can relate. i routinely get my ass handed to me. some internal organs too.”

it’s not his best work, but it makes you laugh, so seonghwa considers that a win. it’s been a long time since he tried charming someone, and he’s more than a little out of practice.

but he can barely mull over it as his brain finally moves past its previous mental exercise (that image of your ass is burned in his memory forever now, intentionally or not) and finds a new problem to turn over: if you’re here, in the morning, wearing mingi’s shirt, then you must have stayed the night. and if you stayed the night, then you must have—

“here! hope it’s as good as yours,” you say, passing the latte over the island to seonghwa.

the moan that he lets out is involuntary, and it makes you beam.

“what do you think of the new beans?” seonghwa asks.

“mm, it’s nice,” you say. “sweet.”

in spite of the alarms firing in his head, seonghwa ventures a: “is there full-service breakfast with the coffee?”

“ooo,” you say, “taking advantage of me while i’m the one in the kitchen, i see.”

seonghwa instantly regrets it, as he says, “oh, i was just joking. i can make—”

“oh no, mister,” you say. “you sit your ass down. i’m about to blow your mind. this girlie can do much better than eggs and toast. now, where’s the flour?”

over the next twenty minutes, seonghwa watches in awe as you prance around the kitchen, unearthing ingredients and kitchenware that seonghwa barely even knew existed in the apartment. you tsk at the state of the stovetop, manage to reorganize their poor smattering of spices, and utilize takeout chopsticks expertly as a whisk.

and at the end, you present seonghwa with a plate of fluffy pancakes and perfectly soft-scrambled eggs.

when he takes a bite, he’s transported instantly back to his childhood. to picturesque mornings, eating homemade sunday brunch with his family to the lazy twittering of birds and under the warmth of a midmorning sun.

it tugs at his chest as he drenches his pancakes in potentially expired syrup from the back of their fridge, pours hot sauce over his eggs—

a nostalgia and a fondness that he thought he lost to the corporate grind.

“how is it?” you ask.

“marry me,” seonghwa says.

and despite being more serious than he’s ever been, you laugh at him.

“the patriarchy really popped out there for a second!” you say, digging into your own pancakes.

seonghwa opens his mouth to explain that he really did mean it, but as per usual, mingi decides that now is the perfect time to ruin everything with his presence. he’s at least wearing a shirt this time when he emerges from his lair, and you pop up to throw together a plate for him.

“thanks, mommy,” mingi sighs as he slides into a barstool.

“ew,” you wrinkle your nose.

“not what you were saying last night,” says mingi, with a disgusting amount of scrambled egg shoved into his mouth.

“don’t listen to him,” you say to seonghwa, but seonghwa has already turned his attention to scrolling through the news on his phone.

“kinky,” he throws out casually, not even bothering to look up.

breakfast goes like that this time—seonghwa as the one glued to his phone, while mingi and you gripe about having to regrade midterms because of a cheating scandal.

⋆⋆⋆

by the fifth time seonghwa encounters you in his kitchen on a saturday morning, you’ve fallen into a routine. seonghwa makes coffee, and you make breakfast; seonghwa makes sure to keep the fridge well-stocked as you begin making increasingly elaborate dishes, and you gift seonghwa a package of your favorite coffee blend.

you enjoy these stolen moments alone, bustling around the kitchen to the soft crackling of whatever record seonghwa chooses to play that morning. the two of you have the first few sips of coffee, first few bites of eggs, first few spoons of porridge alone, until the smell finally draws mingi out of his bed.

and then there’s three of you sitting around the dining table. it’s always pleasant, always comfortable, but it always feels like just one person too many.

sometimes it’s mingi, who is hungover or tired or grumpy; sometimes it’s you, who doesn’t like star wars or follow sports; and most of the time, it’s seonghwa, who doesn’t go to grad school, who spends most of the week, month, year in a different city—

who falls asleep alone at night.

seonghwa knows he could ask just mingi about it. are you just hooking up? is it a situationship? does mingi have feelings for you?

but he won’t, because somehow ignorance is bliss, and he’d rather live in limbo than risk a dive into hell. anyway, he’s not around enough for anything to flourish; he can barely keep the small succulent on his windowsill alive, least of all a real, adult relationship.

and eventually, you always have to leave.

⋆⋆⋆

seonghwa is exhausted. 

his flight had been delayed three times, and it’s already almost midnight by the time he toes off his shoes in the entryway of the apartment. his watch buzzes furiously, and seonghwa knows that it must be either mingi or you, drunkenly asking where he is. a few days ago, he’d promised that he would finally go out with you two, but he’s far too tired for those frivolities now.

instead, he shoots mingi a brief but apologetic text and hops into the shower.

what he intended to be a quick wash turns into a long one, as he lets the warm water pelt him—he’s never gotten around to fixing the abnormally aggressive water pressure of the shower head. but it feels nice now. jolts some feeling back into his system.

when he steps out of the shower, he feels clean but oddly raw. he treats himself to his favorite set of silk pajamas and decides that he has just enough energy to do some of his animal crossing daily tasks.

before he can slip into bed with his switch, he hears a series of frantic knocks on the front door.

operating under the assumption that mingi probably forgot his keys at the bar or something, seonghwa doesn’t check the peephole and just unlocks the door. he doesn’t even bother opening it before turning back towards his room.

but the thing swings open so abruptly that it bangs against the wall.

“jesus!” seonghwa says. “be careful with that—!”

except it’s not a drunk mingi standing in the threshold, it’s—

“you!” you say, pointing an accusatory finger at him. “you didn’t text me back. why didn’t you come out tonight?”

you look different tonight.

you’re wearing real clothes, for one. jeans and a top that makes your tits look great (not that seonghwa is focusing on that). 

your facial features look sharper, outlined and defined by makeup that’s usually washed away by morning. and you’re angry—eyes narrowed to near slits and hands on your hips. 

seonghwa sighs. “i just got back. i was too tired to go out. i told mingi that i’m sorry.”

“well you didn’t tell me sorry!” you huff, stepping into the apartment and letting the door shut harshly.

“sorry,” seonghwa says.

you square each other up just then. the smaller but furious you against the bigger but drained seonghwa.

“what are you doing here?” seonghwa finally tries. “where’s mingi?”

“last i saw, he was making out with sarah kim on the dance floor,” you say.

“oh,” seonghwa says. this must be why you are so mad. “i’m sorry.”

for the first time tonight, your anger drops just slightly. “for what?”

hesitantly, seonghwa says, “aren’t you mad?”

“well, yeah,” you say. “but not at mingi.”

and then before seonghwa can ask who exactly you’re mad at, you smack yourself in the forehead.

“oh my god, what was that for—?”

“seonghwa—do you think mingi and i are together or something?”

“well, you two have been hooking up for at least two months now,” seonghwa says.

“fuck,” you mutter, and then you round on seonghwa. “i’ve been trying to hang out with you, and we were supposed to tonight, until you bailed.”

seonghwa is so preoccupied with defending himself, that he barely picks up on the subtext of your words. “i told you—i was fucking tired! my flight was delayed, like, three—”

“the only i reason i was hooking up with mingi was to hang out with you!” you wail.

the statement is so ridiculous that all seonghwa can do is stare at you in stunned silence.

“you- what—?”

“and for the record! we never even really hooked up!” you continue.

faintly, seonghwa wonders if he’s having a heart attack. with every word that comes out your mouth, seonghwa can feel his heart rate spike dramatically. but none of this adrenaline is making its way to his brain, so his processing power is still slow.

“what are you saying?” seonghwa croaks.

your expression softens, and you take a step closer.

“i like you,” you say. “i really like spending the mornings with you, and i’d like to spend nights with you, too. but only if you—”

“yes,” seonghwa says immediately. “yes.”

the edges of your eyes crinkle as your face splits into a large grin. “so, you like me, too?”

seonghwa replies by surging forward and finally, finally kissing you.

⋆⋆⋆

the next morning, seonghwa and you wake up early, but you don’t get up to make coffee or breakfast. you stay in bed for as long as you can, until you hear timid knocks on seonghwa’s door.

“guys? how do you work the espresso machine?”

[kitsuneregin]

Adore You 2 (Suagr Daddy! Yandere! Mingi x Black! Reader)

Warning: Extreme Violence, Racist/Misogynist  comment, Non Consensual kiss, Non consensual touching/holding

Sorry for any mistakes

You sit on your bed reading a random book you had picked from the bookshelf in the living room. It had already been a week since you got picked up by Mr. Song and became his sugar baby, to say it’s been easy was a complete lie, Mr. song is a intimidating and stand offish. He either hides in his office in his penthouse or he’s off to a meeting, you felt like you were living with a ghost...or you were the ghost. The only time you would see him was at dinner where he made it a requirement to eat with him. 

However you couldn’t really complain either, your life had taken a complete 180 as you were no longer wandering the streets of Seoul looking for food or a comfy place to sleep. You now stayed in a lush and lavish penthouse, you were served hand and foot, you got to go shopping as much as you please and even where you pleased, you were the happiest you could be. A knock came from your door as you allowed the maid to enter, “Mr. Song requests for you to meet him in his office” she said. You were shocked, Mr. Song’s office was off limits unless he called for you. You timidly walk to his large in home office as the black and gold doors loom over you, you knock twice “Come in” a gruff voice answered, you entered the office.

Large Oak bookshelves lined the walls, a large window gave a fantastic view of Seoul, a couple of movie posters laid framed against the wall notably Star Wars, Jurassic Park, and Train to Busan. At the center of the room was Mr. Song sitting at a large black desk doing paper work, his reading glasses sat on the tip of his nose, his lips curled downward, his forehead crinkled in a frown. “You called for me?” you speak up, “Rule #3...speak when spoken to” asshole. You stayed quiet till Mr. Song looked at you, he folded his hands together and said “You’re attending with me to a gala tonight” Mr.Song pulled out one of his many money filled bank cards “get a nice gown, not too flashy, and get your nails and hair did...I don’t care how much you spend” You walk up to him and take the card.

You hop from dress shop to dress shop looking through various gowns, you finally pick a sapphire blue dress adorned in jewels a low cut revealing heavy cleavage. You get your nails and hair fixed as you head back to the penthouse, you spend almost a damn hour getting the dress on as you tried to keep your hair in it’s best shape. You slip on black heels as you walk out of your room to see Mr. Song in a all black suit his hair combed back, he was fixing his silver cufflinks. “Is she re-” Mr.Song looked at you his eyes widened at your image as you look to the floor blushing. Mr. Song cleared his throat as he looked away “Right let’s go” he said.

The gala was a giant fancy meeting between rich old men and young heirs, Mr.Song ignored you mostly as you latched on his arm and were dragged around from business man to business man. It wasn’t until you met his actual friends that you were acknowledged “Mingi who’s this gorgeous women you have with you” one of them asked, he was the same height as Mr.Song and had a puppy aura around him “She’s my fiance” you froze, he didn’t mention anything about pretending to be engaged. “Really? The Song Mingi is settling down?” another cackled his laugh similar to that red monster from a children’s puppet show. “Hush now Wooyung, I’m happy to see Mingi engaged after...his last one” the third friend with bird like features said. “To properly introduce ourselves, I’m Seonghwa Ceo of Shinestar makeup, this wooyoung Ceo and founder of Wommy entertainment studio, and this is Yunho heir to Jeong financial group” You smile and nod at the men “Where are the others?” Mr. Song asked. 

“Hongjoong is in Japan for a meeting, Yeosang is celebrating his anniversary with his wife, San is in the Bahamas, and Jongho just didn’t show up” Seonghwa explained. “If I told them about Mingi’s new plaything they would be here no doubt” Wooyoung smiled eyeing you up and down, you felt self conscious as you remember your cleavage was showing heavily. Mr. Song picked up at your body language and cleared his throat. “Go get us some drinks” Mr. Song ordered as you nodded and left. You reached the bar and ordered, as you were waiting for your drink, you though back on what Seonghwa said, there was another sugar baby before you...is that why Mr. Song is so thorough on you knowing everything about him.

You shake your head as a man stands next to you “Are you alone?” he asked eyeing you up and down, biting his lower lip. He made it no secret he wanted something from you, you stiffen up and give him a cold look. “No...I’m here with my fiance” you answer. The man laughs at your remark “Fiance? You? No man in his right mind would propose to you...you’re not....the right image” he said. You were offended, so what if you’re biracial, you were just as much a native Korean as anyone else. The drinks were plopped down next to you, you eye the man and grab the liquor. You turn to walk away but the man grabs your waist, “Hold on now, how much are you getting paid? I can pay you more, just meet me in the private room in the back” the man’s hand slid up your waist as his fingers slipped between your breast, your hands were full and you didn’t want to cause a scene. 

He placed his lips on your neck his hot breath itching your skin. You grimace as the man displayed this disgusting display, and no one helped you. “Let me go” you snarl at the man. His liquor scented breath burned your nose as he breathily laughed “You have no say in what I do”.

“But I do” Mr. Song growls as he walks up to the man, “Let my fiance go...” Mr.Song says lowly his eyes dark and unreading. “This thing is your fiance?” Mr. Song clenched his fist “She is now let her go” the man scoffed and shoved you away. “Do yourself a favor and have her get some breast implants, too flat” Mr. Song grabbed one of the drink glasses and dumped the drink on the floor. Mr. Song grabbed the man by the collar and dragged him out of view. You nervously walk back to Mr. Song’s friends as they notice your frightened look. “Where’s Mingi?” Seonghwa asked, “He dragged this guy who was harassing me some where...I’m not sure where” you explain.

Yunho picked up on the issue and excused himself  as he wandered the building looking for his friend. Yunho checked each empty room till he heard muffled yelling. Yunho ran in to see Mingi pressing his foot on the guy his face bruised and bloody. The man had a glass cup in his mouth as it look like it would break at any moment, “Mingi...” Yunho sighed, Mingi held his hand up “You really thought it was a smart idea to sexually harass my girl? Even if I didn’t catch it, I would have found out one way or another” Mingi snarled pressing harder on the guys face. “Mingi let him go...” Yunho said easing himself closer to his best friend, “This prick was touching what belongs to me” Mingi snapped, Yunho knew too many people were around to clean up this mess he needed to get himself and Mingi out of there. 

“Listen your girl-” “Y/N...her name is Y/N” Yunho sighed in frustration “Y/N...is by herself scared right now...you need to go and comfort her...I’ll take care of this prick” Yunho negotiated, Mingi stared at the man before scoffing and stepping off him. Mingi wiped his bloody shoes on the man and fixed himself walking away. Yunho look back on the man and sighed “Dumbass” 

You sit in the car quietly as Mr. Song looks out the window, you wanted to say something...anything but you were too scared to do so. “Never wear that dress or any similar type dress again, do you understand me?” Mr. Song said, you nodded silently. Mr. Song banged the window next to him “Speak” he commanded “Yes Mr. Song” you say lowly. 

You walk back to your room your head down in shame as you strip yourself of the dress and heels, you sit in the shower the memory of that pervert lingering around, his gross grimy hands on you, his disgusting breath filling your nose. You whimper as you scrub your skin clean of that filling, you take in deep breaths of the vanilla scented body wash to clear your sinuses. Your whimpering turns into sobs as you can’t escape the feeling and smell. Outside Mingi listens to your crying his heart wrenching at the sound but his blood boiling with anger. Mingi placed his hand on the door “Don’t worry my baby...I’ll fix it” 

[kitten4sannie]

i thought of this at work and i desperately need to tell you about this;; seonghwa wanting to do a star wars rp in bed and using a vibe that looks like a lightsaber hilt

listen he's such a nerd but in the sexiest way possible like can you imagine him in a jedi robe looking at you with those demon eyes (i have a picture for the vision but you can't hyperlink on anon anymore >:(, fuck do i or do i not come off anon for this 💀💀)

n e way how i also wanted to check in on you 💜💜 i love you so much!! are you staying healthy? eating well and getting enough sleep?

–vamp anonnie (full time shinestar slut)

VAMP ANON YOU’RE MAKING ME GO INSANE RN HOLY SHIT also you’re a genius ???!!! i could kiss that brain of yours! the vibrator tho goddamnnn i actually looked it up and they exist ajskdg and they light up and everything 👀

hnnnggg the jedi robe and seonghwa has the toy deep inside you and asking in a low, gravelly voice, “have you fallen to the dark side, my sweet? is that why you’re soaked and begging for more?”

jshdhddb i’m not okay 👍🏼 a picture you say??? you could come off on anon and i’ll use one of those men in black memory eraser things on myself after lolll. but fr even if ik who you are you’ll still always be vamp anonnie to me <3

awwh ;-; i love you too!! i’m getting a little off course with self care but i’m trying and i’m going through a bit of a rough patch but i’m trying to stay faithful that it’s only temporary :) i hope you’re taking care of yourself too 💗 and i hope work isn’t being too hard on you :(

[lovesongrecs]

god. okay, so my mutual on twt was kind enough to link me the fic she'd posted she'd been reading for sillies and shitposts but i, ever the depraved shinestar, was HOOKED on the little snippet of the end of chapter 2. it felt like the walls were closing in on me when i realized i had just inadvertently gotten scammed (in the best way possible, ofc!) because... 🫠 no smut. just unbridled edging. like omg... all that built up tension... the anticipation i had for what i thought would be the most nastiest, toe-curling smut i'd ever lay eyes on in my entire life... taken away from me within seconds. anyways, that was my fault for not peeping the lack of smut tags on ao3. nevertheless, i was absolutely enthralled by the plot progression so i continued reading and i am so so So glad i did.

my mind is all over the place... where do i even begin 😭 i quite literally just finished reading the latest chapter and. There's just so fucking much i feel just as overwhelmed as mc because... what the fuck!! like actually, what the fuck 😭😭 everyone in atz and itz need to perish omfg it does not cost us anything to be kind to each other... greek life shouldn't ever be this serious, but then again, they're mostly all filthy rich freaks who'll make dollars while the rest of us work our asses off to make dimes. such a sick world we live in... can't even escape the horrors of capitalistic greed in a frat!atz au...

but it's this greed that makes everything so interesting! the amount of layers to the plot is so sickening, i'm appalled by the reminder that this is just fanfiction and not the script of the next hit show everyone and their mom is raving about. i mean, hello? the character depth? the backstories? the way every single relationship between the characters is so intricately intertwined with another that just the slightest altercation between people tangled in this little web could (and did) set everything off? i need to figure out how to get you into the writer's room because this is insane. even just the mystery behind everyone's motives and end goals? this kind of talent is so rare that i find such immense pleasure in being able to pick it apart and put it back together in the form of a silly little review for the author to read. you all deserve to know just how in love i am with your mind!!

the way you write is impeccable. i don't ever use that word because, i'll be honest, i'm a little picky with my compliments! but i feel like you really deserve to hear that after the absolute whirlwind you just spun me through. from dialogue and nicknames for mc that are so specific to a single character, to the deliberately placed actions between them that give this sense of realism, and the endless detail used to create the setting you've envisioned for a scene... talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular, never the same, totally unique, completely not ever been done before, unafraid to reference or not reference, put it in a blender, shit on it, vomit on it, eat it, give birth to it – or whatever lady gaga said. everything fits together so perfectly and flows so seamlessly it imitates the state of being when you're completely, utterly immersed in a story it feels like you're actually there. this is such an important thing for me as someone who has grown up reading all sorts of literature. a fic i've read and reblogged in passing will eventually lose itself in my memory but a fic from a writer, whose voice and style is so strong it transports me into an alternate reality, will live with me forever.

i'm forever praying that there will be better days (and friends, god does she need better fucking friends) ahead for mc because so far... it's not looking too good for her. just when she thinks she can trust and open up to someone, they're already five steps ahead with their plan for her certain demise. i mean, come onnnn 😭 it's one thing to hook up with someone at a frat party, but to secretly pray on her downfall is just ridiculous. you're supposed to be sleazy, not a conniving little bitch in cahoots with this mysterious hbic, who's in close contact with the president of the sorority the girl you just slept with belongs to, and making a pledge go through the wackiest initiation for some undisclosed reason... literally what goes on anymore omfg like even the confrontation with wooyoung and hongjoong kicking him OUT of the frat? mina lying about her brother's whereabouts and creating such an elaborate sob story just to keep a two-timing jackass (according to vice president of all jackasses, apparently) who doesn't even want her? all while one of the sisters is literally fucking missing and no one has any information about her whereabouts? this b-plot is DISGUSTINGGGGGG (compliment 🙂‍↕️💗) – like it's actually so fucking ridiculous how the universe is just playing in mc's face right now... i'd have been in jail by now after putting every single one of those snakes in a saw trap. i can't even wrap my head around what seonghwa could possibly want out of this, who hbic is (i'm thinking mina or isla...), or... anything, really. i'm so shaken up with how everything's unfolding, but it makes me all the more excited for the next chapter 🫶🏼

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That one fucked you over last year, this one is fucking you over this year, you had no idea she was involved with him, someone over here has been lying to you, you didn't mean to end up in that ones bed, he told you he loved you... Does anyone even trust anyone anymore?

[one] - 'i can do it with a broken heart' ~ taylor swift

[two] - 'we can't be friends (wait for your love)' ~ ariana grande

[three] - 'tell ur girlfriend' ~ lay bankz

[four] - 'nonsense' ~ sabrina carpenter

[five] - ‘teenage dirtbag’ ~ wheatus

[six] - 'because i liked a boy' ~ sabrina carpenter

[seven] - ‘no church in the wild’ ~ jay-z/ye

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~ more to come ~

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I'm sorry, but Arsenal went from 0:2 to 3:2, first half was embarrassing but then they went desperate mode and they're still first SO I'M GOOD. Vini was clowning that's true, but Gavi??? Crazy guy 🔫 anyways, I'm waiting for CL, idc about this Spanish bullshit 💀 Liverpool said WE'RE REDEEMING OURSELVES FUCK YOU ALL 😭 this is hilarious tbh... sad, but wtf. PSG vs Bayern soon, how we feeling? 💀

I hope not to see anything Gr**nw**d related except him going to jail. I hate how easy some people are to persuade... shit like this is nuanced.

That obsessed weirdo isn't my friend, come oooon, I just met her in a queue then at a birthday cafe and I thought she was alright.

The fact SM doesn't even blur miss Judy's face and she's trying to convince us it's because she's with them?! They even blur staff members, be serious bitch. But why isn't SM doing anything?

I would say kpop is at its peak when it comes to popularity, the only reason some things are going down is the decrease in music quality and the oversaturation, some companies are doing TOO MUCH. Hybe thinks they're the cool new and hip co-worker who got hired and wanna change everything and "help" the old workers even though no one asked? SM has a lot of issues and crimes that they committed, but Hybe IS NOT going to help

Yeah Europe loves knives 🙃 it's worrying. Paris is bad, Atz needs to get away asap, I can't believe the French menace got 2 stops. Lmao I guess the IG video is right, Berlin is the alt city, so I can definitely see people like that

Not me getting Britishised 😭 when I went to the UK for the first time when I was around 12 I didn't know English, I could understand it, but speaking was a no no. My friend's cousin from Ireland hang out with us and I was so shocked, I couldn't understand her at all, but my friend - a native English speaker said "tbh I understand every 5 words she says". Now I'm used to the accents, I actually struggle with some American ones. Father Baek ily <3 it's good idc. British cousine is mostly gross and the names of the dishes? I still can't believe spotted dick exists. But some stuff are good, especially the vegan versions

Nope, Cornish people are fun and chill. YOU GUYS? As if people didn't comment on my messy accent in the past 💀 I wanted to sound more British, but guess I was trying too hard and some people were mad I was attempting to sound like someone I wasn't. Fun times </3

Really? No Woo fics? I wonder why, tbh I have no clue, I rarely read fics and when I do it's only Hwa. Hmmm, I don't fond hockey attractive, so I'd go for racer or fencer actually.

At this point Shinestars need to set up our fashion brand and use Hwa as our model and ambassador. Don't have mortgage, because I can't afford a house, heh 🥰 but SK is nice, I went to the trampoline/climbing park Atz filmed episode 7 of Salary Lupin at!

What?! I did not order Seonghwa's winter MD who said I did?!?!? Please no robbery!

The Korean spelling of Xikers is Ssaikeouseu, so in English it should be Saikers....... choices

My friend watched Horimiya thanks to me and she was convinced it was an older show, we definitely need more shoujo anime 🥰 Btw I watched this one show and this guy, he's a commander and professional simp, I love him https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=uPwVxfYEwWg (for some reason I can't link anymore, sorry about that :/)

Alchemy of Souls didn't have to go that hard... I bet Hwa is tearing up watching

LA fans don't get as many stuff as Korean fans, but they're definitely extremely privileged. Speaking of, this bitch cannot be serious https://twitter.com/byeonbang_tiny/status/1631655077080629249?t=JjxE_WgNbAqpVrON4RvuLg&s=19 Apparently it's a priv of a problematic fansite ajshaujsjwjsiwjjwjw

Sorry? https://twitter.com/hoonhub/status/1632622782927323137?t=Ku7FG51bRsDVZJic-n_j5Q&s=19 why is this fandom full of unfunny losers. He was just sitting down eating while a friend was taking a photo? This: https://twitter.com/rubiIIage/status/1632723356972621826?t=3pRP_dorCvQDYs0c9b4axQ&s=19

Anyways look how beautiful, this fit aaaaaaaaaa https://twitter.com/pshsource/status/1632806590733598722?t=wOzvOEM6LFwiscXbMVaAwQ&s=19

I went to sleep after 4am thanks to him 🥰 He also trimmed his hair, but.... I'll allow it. He looked like a model, but then proceeded to show off his lightsaber pens 😭🤧😢

🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 then the way he just appeared in his pjs and laid in bed? https://twitter.com/thinkingabtpsh/status/1632816075858427910?t=XcKNOX6iFjj7mT98_GOeTw&s=19 - DV 💖

hello!!

I'm sorry, but Arsenal went from 0:2 to 3:2, first half was embarrassing but then they went desperate mode and they're still first SO I'M GOOD. Vini was clowning that's true, but Gavi??? Crazy guy 🔫 anyways, I'm waiting for CL, idc about this Spanish bullshit 💀 Liverpool said WE'RE REDEEMING OURSELVES FUCK YOU ALL 😭 this is hilarious tbh… sad, but wtf. PSG vs Bayern soon, how we feeling? 💀

YOU WON BUT FOR WHAT, GOT RM AND MANU CRYING 😭😭😭😭 sEEE NOW, vini does this on a daily but if gavi does it it’s a big tHing 🔫 but u know what i respect, he plays like veratti who’s available for like 10 games a year bc of his red cards jvdkwhckc u can bet gavi won’t do that the next leg bc pedri will calm him down <3 LMFAOOOO SUDDENLY NO INTEREST IN LA LIGA???? 😭😭😭 LIVERPOOL ABSOLUTELY ANNIHILATED MANU IM SO SURPRISED WITH THE EASE THEY DID IT ITS SO FUNNY RBEJFH psg v bayern, u know i have no hope bc 1. neymar’s out for surgery, 2. they still suck at defence 3. somewhat good thing is that messi & mbappe are actually DOING SOMETHING,,, so iM PREDICTING it’s either a 1-0 like last time, a draw or bayern going crazy or just disgrace but tbh it’s psg so can’t expect anything

maybe rm redemption arc in summer? theyre trying to get mbappe now 😬

I hope not to see anything Grnwd related except him going to jail. I hate how easy some people are to persuade… shit like this is nuanced. /// That obsessed weirdo isn't my friend, come oooon, I just met her in a queue then at a birthday cafe and I thought she was alright.

no seriously it’s the way the fans on instagram are still rotting for him bc he’s in his ‘prime’ and will eventually ‘become bigger’ yeah, a bigger idiot,,, he might as well retire or go china,,, LMFAOOO 😭😭😭 she must’ve been really nice for u to not notice her vibes 😭😭

The fact SM doesn't even blur miss Judy's face and she's trying to convince us it's because she's with them?! They even blur staff members, be serious bitch. But why isn't SM doing anything?

NO LITERALLY LIKE WHAT DOES SHE GOT ON THEM BC THEY USUALLY BLUR EVERY ONGOER IN VLOGS,,, ppl are going a little 📈📉 over some theories regarding her,,, nct’s team knows judy! someone reached out to them and apparently they know about her, hopefully the hefty lawsuit comes to her and her friends bc damn

I would say kpop is at its peak when it comes to popularity, the only reason some things are going down is the decrease in music quality and the oversaturation, some companies are doing TOO MUCH. Hybe thinks they're the cool new and hip co-worker who got hired and wanna change everything and "help" the old workers even though no one asked? SM has a lot of issues and crimes that they committed, but Hybe IS NOT going to help

true! but the popularity is like, this one person said thiS perfectly but i can’t find it but it was something along the lines of people assuming kpop is worldwide just because ppl know of them on twt, twt ≠ worldwide fame! DEFINITELY THE MUSIC QUALITY also probably the way they’re marketing idols, there’s like no fun, even at award shows, like not even a smile atp 😭😭 i def think companies caught onto the lore thing and now everyone and their mother has a lore to it, which can make things complicated + the way not many are experimenting with diff genres which sm does! but recently it’s been a 📉📈📉 hybe’s saviour complex is mad,,, the way their stans are like no one wants sm BUT HYBS GOING ABOVE AND BEYOND FOR IT SO WHY DONT THEY LEAVE THEM BE 😭😭😭 why are they funnelling money for SM 😭😭??  atp kakao is good bc at least they’re not trying to put a hand in the management or direction bc hybe def’s getting mhj in it and it’s 🔫🔫

Yeah Europe loves knives 🙃 it's worrying. Paris is bad, Atz needs to get away asap, I can't believe the French menace got 2 stops. Lmao I guess the IG video is right, Berlin is the alt city, so I can definitely see people like that ///  Not me getting Britishised 😭 when I went to the UK for the first time when I was around 12 I didn't know English, I could understand it, but speaking was a no no. My friend's cousin from Ireland hang out with us and I was so shocked, I couldn't understand her at all, but my friend - a native English speaker said "tbh I understand every 5 words she says". Now I'm used to the accents, I actually struggle with some American ones. Father Baek ily <3 it's good idc. British cousine is mostly gross and the names of the dishes? I still can't believe spotted dick exists. But some stuff are good, especially the vegan versions

NO LITERALLY WHY DID PARIS GET 2 STOPS 🤨🤨🤨 this makes sense w my new fic where yunho’s a parisian with identity crisis so i guess it’s valid then <3  will report back to u the day i visit berlin 🫡 a whole ppt presentation with black smudged eyeliner,, LMFAOOO FORGET UR BAPTISM UR BRITISHISIZED 😭😭😭 stop bc the ireland english would be a whole new level of english,, father baek has an obsession with it that he tries to shove it down on my throat, will nEVER EAT THAT 🤚🏻 spotted dick is so ???? 😭😭 hilarious pls have u ever ate it?? the hongjoong san video w jolly right after our discussion, HONGJOONGS REACTIONS FBWND

Nope, Cornish people are fun and chill. YOU GUYS? As if people didn't comment on my messy accent in the past 💀 I wanted to sound more British, but guess I was trying too hard and some people were mad I was attempting to sound like someone I wasn't. Fun times </3

YES YOU GUYS DBWBDJS 😭😭😭 nAURRRR AND U WERE LIKE 12???? JAIL TO ALL OF THEM 🔫🔫🔫 it be ur own people fr,, i rmr when i came here, it wasn't even about my accent, it was bc of where i was from so everything stereotypical was blamed on me <3

Really? No Woo fics? I wonder why, tbh I have no clue, I rarely read fics and when I do it's only Hwa. Hmmm, I don't fond hockey attractive, so I'd go for racer or fencer actually.

no bc same 😭😭 these days i don’t know read fics anymore, me too! usually if miss tenelka writes them 🤲🏻🤲🏻 see the hockey player was a junior x senior one <3 wILL save that for choi san!

At this point Shinestars need to set up our fashion brand and use Hwa as our model and ambassador. Don't have mortgage, because I can't afford a house, heh 🥰 but SK is nice, I went to the trampoline/climbing park Atz filmed episode 7 of Salary Lupin at! /// What?! I did not order Seonghwa's winter MD who said I did?!?!? Please no robbery!

NO LITERALLY IT’S A CRIME ATP! waiting for the day it comes true and it seems 1 step closer with balmain x hj, now we need some crazy photoshoot with any brand atp 😭😭 omg the mortgage here with the inflation iS MENTAL!! OOOOOOOO WHERE THEY ALL THREW HANDS AT EACH OTHER??? did u guys try to imitate that bc 🔫 IM REALLY ON MY WAY, SINCE UR IN SK I CAN GO TO UR PLACE EASILY

The Korean spelling of Xikers is Ssaikeouseu, so in English it should be Saikers……. choices //// My friend watched Horimiya thanks to me and she was convinced it was an older show, we definitely need more shoujo anime 🥰 Btw I watched this one show and this guy, he's a commander and professional simp, I love him (for some reason I can't link anymore, sorry about that :/)

saikers….the anime loving ceo is back at it again,,, WE NEED MORE SHOUJO BACK!!! horimiya’s art is so pretty, did ur friend watch maid sana 👁👁 HE’S A COMMANDER???? HELLOOO FBMWDBMWBDWK (no worries! for some reason i can’t answer ur asks on my tumblr phone app and it just doesn’t post so if it’s late it’s bc im trying to copy paste this to my laptop 😭😭)

Alchemy of Souls didn't have to go that hard… I bet Hwa is tearing up watching /// LA fans don't get as many stuff as Korean fans, but they're definitely extremely privileged. Speaking of, this bitch cannot be serious Apparently it's a priv of a problematic fansite ajshaujsjwjsiwjjwjw

alchemy of soul is my simp nation <3 also the glory pt 2 is on the way!!! help that fansite is like exo’s korean fans 😭😭😭😭😭 gatekeeping artists now?? come on u literally LIVE IN THE SAME COUNTRY u guys get free uni concerts all we get is broken flash mobs 😭😭😭

Sorry? why is this fandom full of unfunny losers. He was just sitting down eating while a friend was taking a photo? /// This: https://twitter.com/rubiIIage/status/1632723356972621826?t=3pRP_dorCvQDYs0c9b4axQ&s=19

was not able to access the video but iM gonna agree with u blINDLY BC twt atiny’s are really unfunny,, so ppl are upset bc he was sitting alone and atiny’s joked about it? i mean like isnt that what friends do? like sit alone and the other sees them and takes a photo to idk later send it to them for funsies 😭😭

Anyways look how beautiful, this fit aaaaaaaaaa I went to sleep after 4am thanks to him 🥰 He also trimmed his hair, but…. I'll allow it. He looked like a model, but then proceeded to show off his lightsaber pens 😭🤧😢 ////🙃🙃🙃🙃🙃 then the way he just appeared in his pjs and laid in bed? - DV 💖

YEAH THIS MAN, HE’S GOT TO STOP, HE HAS THE MUSHROOM HAIR AND THE OUTFIT??? SCREAMS YSL IMFHWKFHWK MODEL HWA 🫡🫡 IS ALIVE!  

what the hell what the hell pt2

anon,,, 😯

when we had originality