#ateez 80s au

[minhyuuk]

who’s crying now // rockteez!seongjoong

⇀ genre: au, band fic, rockstars, music, general

⇀ word count: 1.7k

⇀ tw: explicit language

⇀ summary: Hongjoong won't sit back and let pretty-boy lead singer Seonghwa rip off his band's music. 

“What do you mean they covered it? That’s our cover. It’s our finishing act!” Hongjoong asked between exasperated breaths. Those fuckheads, he couldn’t believe they would pull something like this. It was a slap in the face. The Guerrillas were known for their rendition of Died in Your Arms by Cutting Crew. It was a classic that they rebranded for shits and giggles one day in the studio and it became a hit. The song was incorporated into their setlist faster than Hongjoong could strum.

Across town, their rivals named the ‘Pirate Kings’ were performing for their nationwide tour. The Guerrillas weren’t as popular as Pirate Kings but still garnered enough attention. Enough attention for Pirate Kings to rip off the very cover that launched them into relevance. The Guerrillas were finishing up their own concert and stepped behind the curtains to hydrate and freshen up before sending their fans on their way. San had checked his phone and noticed a flurry of messages informing him of the rival band stealing their thunder at a venue only 15 minutes away.

“I’m not surprised, Seonghwa loves the attention and he’ll do anything to get it. On the night of both our shows? Half of our fans are already over at their concert. Shit…” San’s head hung low and morale dipped among the exhausted rock group.

Jongho, their main singer, sat on the couch in defeat. He didn’t have any reason to feel more upset than Hongjoong. Hongjoong was their main guitarist and the lead vocal for their Cutting Crews cover. It was a slap in the face to all of them, but mostly him. Pirate Kings couldn’t stand to see a smaller band grow, could they? It was a stunt Hongjoong knew was the brainchild of their fame-obsessed lead singer, Seonghwa, who paraded his good looks and whiny voice around stage.

“We’ll cover Journey.”

One of Yunho’s drumsticks fell from his palm, “What?”

“If they wanna cover our covers, we’ll cover theirs. We cover Separate Ways as a big, you know, like a big ‘fuck you’ and then …” Hongjoong wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“And then?” San interjected, curious but not necessarily shooting down the thought.

“And then… Well, it might be the best or worst thing we’ll ever do.”

“We have five minutes to decide on something.” Jongho swiped at the perspiration on his forehead and grabbed his mic.

Hongjoong bit his lip. Fuck. He wasn’t lying when he said it could be the best or worst thing. If they were targeted by Pirate Kings for ripping off their cover, their contracts would be over. The band’s reputation would plummet and they’d have to work twice as hard to get to where they are now, let alone any higher…However, if it worked out… If their spontaneous revenge cover of Journey went anything like Cutting Crew…They’d earn some bragging rights and maybe even a few record deal offers.

And much to Hongjoong’s initial chagrin, he could rub the prominence right in the face of Pirate King’s Park Seonghwa.

“I’m down.” Yunho held his drumsticks out in between the four of them. San sighed and placed his hand over top. Nervously, Jongho stood up and joined. The three of them stared at Hongjoong expectantly.

“If you fuck this up for us, I’m NEVER going to karaoke with you again.” San laughed despite his shaky nerves. It wasn’t a question of whether or not they could play the cover or play it well, they knew they could do this. The implications of stealing their thunder back were what tempted reconsideration. Plus, losing karaoke night was a threat Hongjoong didn’t heed lightly.

“Let’s go show Pirate Kings whose ass they can kiss!” Hongjoong slapped his hand down on the circle and the four of them yelled ‘Guerrillas!’ in unison. The lights on the stage cued their entrance, the crowd going wild in the sudden darkness. Fans of The Guerrillas were few and far between but as loyal as they come. Their screams welcomed the rock band back onto the platform for their encore. Hongjoong and Jongho took center stage to prepare for the song. All the members exchanged a look of “here goes nothing” before they were illuminated.

“We’re gonna do something a bit differently tonight, is that alright?” Jongho asked the crowd rather formally, to which they replied in screams of confusion and excitement. “We’ve got some news that a band down the street took some inspiration from our classic rock covers…” He paused for dramatic effect. Some of the audience cheered, a majority booed, others remained completely ignorant.

“And we thought that in order to repay the honor we’d cover one of their pieces. I’m sure we’ve all heard ‘Separate Ways’ covered by the lovely Pirate Kings, it’s good, isn’t it?” His sarcasm was hard not to laugh at. Jongho was fronting the last minute decision as if he planned it himself and Hongjoong gazed at the singer admirably.

“But what about ‘Separate Ways’ covered by us? For this show only, we will be skipping our ‘Died In Your Arms’ rendition- I know, I know. Think of it as a ‘once in a lifetime’ experience?”

San chipped in at the mic while fixing his bass strap, “Promise me, you won’t want to miss out on this. You guys are recording, right?” His wink swayed the indifferent crowd in the right direction and they began to cheer. It might have also been because between sets the bassist managed to lose half his clothes.

To prevent them from sidetracking, Yunho began to kick a steady rhythm onto the bass drum to build the crowd’s anticipation.

Hongjoong strummed the infamous synthesizer opening onto his guitar. In an egotistical stroke, he stepped up to his mic and yelled into the crowd, “Take this, Pirate Kings!”

The music radiated from the stage in a wicked energy laced with revenge and the song’s undeniable notoriety. They were doing it, they were covering Separate Ways and no matter the amount of anxiety that ran through Hongjoong’s body, he wasn’t stopping. He was meant to play music. He was meant to be on stage to rile a crowd and play his heart out. No one was going to take that from him or his bandmates. Especially not over a Journey song.

Jongho took out his earpiece, not needing it for the anthem. He found his voice in the opening words of the song which gained more cheers from the crowd than he was expecting. The camera flashes and the sea of phones being held up stunned him. This really might have been the best thing they’ve ever done.

“Here we stand worlds apart, hearts broken in two...two…two,”

The crowd was electrified. Whatever the repercussions of this moment were drowned out to the sound of a bellowing theater begging for more. Hongjoong strummed on his guitar in a Journey-induced ecstasy. This is how music was supposed to make people feel. It was meant to tickle you from head to toe, to make you feel rebellious, daring, free… Alive. When he glanced at his band, their eyes were all closed to latch onto the moment’s bliss. Canceling one sense to heighten another. They played on. When his time arrived Hongjoong pressed his lips into the mic and belted out to his heart’s content the chorus:

“Someday, love will find you. Break those chains that bind you. One night will remind you how we touched and went our separate ways!”

The music carried them to the end of the song. The bass drum’s beat cascaded like the heartbeat of a wave throughout the building. Hongjoong was unable to recall how long they played the refrain after the singing had finished. It felt like a crime to end the song with the crowd’s reaction only increasing. However, to give the members a rest, they lifted their hands off their instruments and followed Jongho to finish off the song in another round of a capella.

The holler from the audience tore the air asunder in a roar. The Guerrillas had concluded their concert with more pomp and circumstance than they ever had imagined. Their energy had made an irrefutable shift and it was palpable. More palpable than the sweat that dripped of Hongjoong’s cheek into his mouth and more intense than the spotlights that blinded his tired eyes. They were meant to make it big, even if it meant making a few enemies along the way. They were The Guerrillas, who could stop them?

Twenty minutes passed of the band waving and bowing to their fans, catching thrown gifts, dancing and singing until their feet burned. Off-stage Jongho noticed the group's manager ushering to them while holding up a phone screen. He was attempting to beckon the rock stars over after their departure from the stage. Judging by the shaking green phone icon, someone was calling the manager. Riding off the high, the members shook each other in anticipation. Was it a major record company? Was it the local news channel asking for an interview? Who was on the other end of that line that promised everything the four of them had ever dreamed of?

“Hongjoong, you take it. Tonight was your idea.” San laughed like a drunk man. He was elated.

Backstage they huddled around the phone and leaned in together. Hongjoong wiped away some beads of sweat before pressing the screen and holding the phone to his ear.

“Hello?”

“Is this The Guerrillas?”

“Yes, this is Kim Hongjoong.”

“I’d like to speak with you about your performance tonight.”

Yunho and San stomped their feet, hyping each other up in unhinged excitement.

Hongjoong calmed them and kept his cool, “Of course, can I ask who is calling?”

Seconds melted into decades once Hongjoong’s question rolled off his tongue. The joy didn’t seem to end even as the sky’s limit was reached and they continued to soar. Whoever it was, Hongjoong would marry them. He was going to repay the person by placing a big, fat diamond ring on their finger. His dreams were coming true. Sold out stadiums, merchandise, photoshoots, studios with thousand dollar equipment. He could make the music he loved with his three most beloved friends in the entire universe. All he had to do was wait for a reply before he could pop the big question.

The speaker crackled and all four hearts stopped.

“This is Park Seonghwa, we need to talk.”

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this work is also posted on my ao3 so it is not stolen and the pic at the top is not mine so i do not take credit // tags: @thesafecafe​

[starlitmark]

𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒙𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅

Summary: You've had enough of being at this familial social event... here's how the boys would comfort you. Pairing: Ateez x gn!reader (individually) Tropes: established relationship au Genre: fluff, slight angst Rating: PG Warnings: emotional exhaustion, mentions of illness, crying Word Count: 70-80 per member Note: thank you to @stardragongalaxy @anyamaris and @sanjoongie for looking over this <3 this may be a bit extremely self-indulgent after Thanksgiving

Before You Interact

𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒘𝒂

Quitely checks in on you

When you just nod silently, he goes to get your jackets and announces that you’ll be leaving

During your trip home, he holds your hand 

By the time you get home, he knows you need a bit of space and lets you know where he’ll be, but still offers little things incrementally that may help out a bit

𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈

Immediately notices something off with you

He gives you a specific look 

You’re off in space somewhere mentally, and he immediately takes you home

He knows you don’t want to be fully alone, so coexist in your living room together while you recuperate from the day (with added reassuring looks and holding your hand)

𝑱𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒐

Doesn’t say a word but starts rubbing your back in comforting motions

Knows it’s time to go when you drop your head against his shoulder 

He kisses your hair lightly and lets you know he’s going to collect your things

Doesn’t say a thing but cuddles you as long as you need when you get home

𝑲𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒀𝒆𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈

Doesn’t even tell anyone you’re leaving… he just takes you home

He gives you a concerned look and asks if you need anything

You start snapping at him, and he knows you just need some space for a bit

He quietly does little things to help you out, and when you’re ready, you cuddle up in his lap he doesn’t say anything and just lets you relax

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑺𝒂𝒏

Quietly finds one of your family members and tells them you’re not feeling well

It’s not a lie it’s not his fault they think you’re physically ill

He makes you some tea when you get home and cuddles up with you on the couch

Immediately reassures you and validates what you’re feeling

𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊

Honestly, he didn’t even process you hit your emotional wall until you dismissed yourself

He seeks you out and asks if you’re okay

When you break down, he holds you for a while you cry it out

As soon as you calm down again, he gets the car for you to sit in and relax while he collects your things

𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈

He’s completely unaware of your state because he’s busy talking rather loudly with your cousin

He only realizes when he goes to ask you something, and you’re just not in your seat anymore

He immediately panicked and went searching (he found you on the back porch silently sipping tea)

Made it up to you by cuddling you and let you do whatever you need to recover from the exhausting day with little jokes to try to cheer you up

𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒊 𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒐

He didn’t even need to do anything he just knew

When you hit your emotional wall, he already has your coat ready, and the car started

He got your favorite blanket and some chill music playing the moment you’re back home

You end up breaking down after everything still, and he just quietly holds you while you do what you need to calm down (which may or may not include a nap or holding you really close overnight)

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[aettuddae]

funky - karina [smau]

➵ pairing: idol!karina/yu jimin x band member!gn!reader/oc

➵ synopsis: aeri takes her members to a music festival to introduce them to her newly made friend, jeon minki, the front person of a popular rock band in south korea. after seeing minki, karina, aespa's leader, becomes completely starstruck with the rockstar, and decides to find a way to make them fall in love with her, even though minki is the most clueless person in the universe.

➵ genre: social media au, fluff, angst, slow burn, strangers to lovers, one sided love, idol au

➵ warnings: main character is an original character, insults, swearing, d**th jokes (kms, kys jokes), first few chapters will be mainly from jimin's pov, grammar mistakes (english not my first language), will add on

➵ status: finished.

➵ featuring: aespa, jeon somi, nct members, huh yunjin from le sserafim, rosé from blackpink, minghao from seventeen, gyuvin from zb1, hongjoong from ateez, ryujin from itzy

— profiles.

aespa | funky cat club | friends

— chapters.

• chapter 1.

• chapter 2.

• chapter 3.

• chapter 4.

• chapter 5.

• chapter 6.

• chapter 7.

• chapter 8.

• chapter 9.

• chapter 10.

• chapter 11.

• chapter 12.

• chapter 13.

• chapter 14.

• chapter 15.

• chapter 16.

• chapter 17.

• chapter 18.

• chapter 19.

• chapter 20.

• chapter 21.

• chapter 22. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 23. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 24.

• chapter 25.

• chapter 26.

• chapter 27.

• chapter 28.

• chapter 29.

• chapter 30.

• chapter 31.

• chapter 32.

• chapter 33.

• chapter 34.

• chapter 35.

• chapter 36.

• chapter 37.

• chapter 38.

• chapter 39.

• chapter 40.

• chapter 41.

• chapter 42.

• chapter 43.

• chapter 44.

• chapter 45.

• chapter 46.

• chapter 47.

• chapter 48.

• chapter 49.

• chapter 50.

• chapter 51.

• chapter 52.

• chapter 53.

• chapter 54.

• chapter 55.

• chapter 56.

• chapter 57.

• chapter 58.

• chapter 59.

• chapter 60.

• chapter 61.

• chapter 62.

• chapter 63.

• chapter 64.

• chapter 65.

• chapter 66.

• chapter 67.

• chapter 68.

• chapter 69.

• chapter 70.

• chapter 71. part 1 - part 2.

• chapter 72.

• chapter 73.

• chapter 74.

• chapter 75.

• chapter 76.

• chapter 77.

• chapter 78.

• chapter 79.

• chapter 80.

• chapter 81.

• chapter 82.

• 83. funkily ever after.

[sxcret-garden]

3rd Desire ღ A Little Jealousy [M]

ღ Aspects of Desire series ღ Ateez Jongho x fem!reader ღ feat.: Yeosang & Wooyoung ღ words: ~4.8k ღ genre: established relationship, college AU, fluff, some humor, slice of life, smut (dom!Jongho, sub!reader, clothed sex, teasing, tiny bit of finger sucking (idol receiving), oral (idol receiving), he’s a lil mean again, hair pulling, biting, dacryphilia, bit of brat-taming, reader goes into subspace, sir kink, fingering (reader receiving), unprotected sex) ღ warnings: heavy dom-sub dynamic, (he runs his hand through reader’s hair and picks her up)

Desc.: When you’re meeting up with your classmate and friend Yeosang in order to finally finish that dreaded uni project that’s been keeping you on edge for the past weeks, you don’t expect him to bring along his flirtatious friend Wooyoung. What you also don’t expect is said friend knowingly attempting to flirt with you in front of your boyfriend, who just can’t help but let the hint of jealousy it makes him feel influence his actions once you’re in the comfort of your own home.

Author's note: This is actually one of my fav chapters so far, and 80% of the reason is because the first scene was so much fun to write kasjdfkljsöldka

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Arriving at the café a few minutes early, you find Yeosang already waiting for you. You came here from your university dorms, about 20 minutes by bus, so you didn’t expect to be late, but you tend to always leave a little earlier than you have to anyway, just to be sure.

Your meet-up place is a cute little café that turns out to be a lot more spacious than one would assume looking at it from the outside, and it serves all the classics, as well as a couple of drinks that are especially popular these days.

“Did everybody send you their parts?” you ask, starting up your laptop, while Wooyoung watches the alarm that’s supposed to tell you when your drinks are ready.

“I thought they were supposed to send them to you…?” Yeosang replies, eyes widened because he doesn’t want this meeting to already turn into a catastrophe. The frustration that your teammates have continuously nurtured with their incompetence over the past two weeks bubbles up deep inside you again, until you check your emails and you find that they did indeed send their parts to you.

“Sorry, my bad,” you sigh deeply.

“It can happen,” Yeosang assures you, while the alarm goes off, shaking the whole table as it vibrates, and Wooyoung immediately grabs it and gets up. You’re glad he’s at least being useful in that regard - otherwise you’re not sure why Yeosang brought his friend from an entirely different major along to your café date of hell.

“He insisted,” your teammate tells you upon posing your question. “Actually I don’t know why I brought him either.”

“Excuse me?!” Wooyoung exclaims in offense as he returns with your order, having heard his friend’s reply. But Yeosang is quick to wave it off.

“It’s nothing, don’t worry about it.” To your surprise his loud friend merely sits down while eyeing him with a doubtful expression, but he doesn’t say anything more to that. Finding yourself more fascinated than anything else by their dynamic, you shake your head eventually and redirect your attention to the screen in front of you. 

“I’ll send you the parts so we can go over them together,” you announce as you’re already dropping the files into your kakao chat with Yeosang, the familiar tone coming from the speakers of his laptop signaling an incoming message that tells you he received them quickly. Wooyoung leans in, nosily looking at the files his friend is opening.

“Looks good… if you ignore the formatting,” Yeosang shades, making you chuckle, and Wooyoung lets you hear a loud “Hey!”

“You didn’t do yours any better!” he teases Yeosang, attempting to pinch his side but his friend evades the attack. 

“Personal space,” he just remarks, pushing Wooyoung away with his flat palm against his cheek. Once again you find yourself fascinated by their cartoonish behaviour most of all, but you don’t comment on what just unfolded in front of your eyes. “And also, mine doesn’t look very interesting, but at least it has the correct formatting.”

“Yeah, this professor doesn’t really have an eye for aesthetics,” you add, grinning yet unhappy about the way the paper you were supposed to put together looks overly sterile. “But I guess that’s what science wants.”

“Well, the contents are what matters,” Yeosang adds, this time not defending himself when Wooyoung throws an arm around his shoulders, but you can tell he’s not happy about the pda. With curious eyes he leans in, skimming through the text on Yeosang’s screen, and you give him an annoyed sigh. You really just want to finish this damn project already, before it consumes any more of your nerves. 

“Oh. Sorry,” Wooyoung grins as he notices your distress, moving away from the computer as he straightens his back, and you’re not sure what to make of his reaction. Telling yourself to focus on the problem at hand instead of him, you begin pasting the text into one collective document, while Yeosang starts reading through everything in search of any possible errors.

“Looks good,” he eventually announces, and you agree, having joined him in proofreading everything. 

“You two sure are fast,” Wooyoung comments, and he shoots you a gaze filled with mischief.

“This is the tenth time we read through these, so…” you explain.

“I see… Yeosang here told me about how horrible the others were to work with,” the guy sitting next to your classmate continues.

“You’re also horrible to work with, and you’re not even a part of this,” Yeosang mutters under his breath, causing you to chuckle, and Wooyoung immediately complains.

“That hurt! I know when to be serious, in contrast to some people.” He says it so ominously that you think at least Yeosang must know who he’s talking about, but he too shoots him a questioning look. “Whatever,” Wooyoung brushes it off with a hand gesture. “You’re done now, aren’t you? So we can finally get to know each other,” he adds, directed at you. “This guy told me a lot about you, so I’ve been dying to meet you.” He points at Yeosang, whose ears grow bright red and he waves his hands in front of his face.

“It’s not what it sounds like. I don’t talk about you all the time, this guy here just likes to blow things way out of proportion,” he explains, and with the way Wooyoung is grinning from ear to ear now, all you’re left with is to believe Yeosang’s words.

“Figured,” you say. “So? What did he tell you about me that made you so interested?” You give Wooyoung a challenging smile, and the guy is eating up your attention as he watches you with a spark in his eyes.

“How you took the lead in your project after everyone else did nothing, for example,” Wooyoung replies. “I respect people like that! You know, people who get things done.” You chuckle at his enthusiasm.

“Don’t be mistaken, I’m not usually the leader type. Just… when I need to be… for the sake of my own sanity.”

“I see,” Wooyoung says, leaning back in his chair now, taking on a comfortable stance.

“I’m sorry about him, I shouldn’t have brought him along,” Yeosang says, once again. “He flirts with everything that breathes in his direction, it means nothing. He’s just doing this for his own entertainment, but I can punch him for you if you want?”

“It’s fine, it’s fine,” you say. “It’s fun to do this every once in a while.”

“Oh? What do you mean - every once in a while?” Wooyoung pries, a broad grin now playing his lips as he leans back in his chair. “You’re not the type to go out and meet people like this?”

“Not to flirt with them,” you laugh, directing your gaze towards the entrance of the café, where the image of Jongho walking inside has caught your eye. You decided to have him pick you up after your meeting with Yeosang, so that you could grab dinner together. You didn’t expect him to be here this early, though. “I’m not sure if my boyfriend would like that,” you add, looking back at Wooyoung, whose mouth forms the shape of an o, before he once again merely grins at you.

“I see, I see… but the fact that you flirted back at me tells me you like to live dangerously,” he remarks, before letting out a giggle that seems both very sudden, yet not out of character at all. Yeosang can only sigh beside him. He looks like he wants to snark at his friend for that, but he bites back the words, as your attention is visibly drawn elsewhere and you scoot over on the bench to make space for your boyfriend.

“Hello,” he greets the other two, politely bowing his head in front of them, before he sits beside you. And now you’re the one grinning to yourself, seeing his shyness that seems even weirder now, that you’re getting to know more and more very different sides to him.

“Wait… is that the boyfriend?” Wooyoung points his finger at the guy next to you, eyes raised in surprise.

“Yeah,” you answer.

“You’ve been talking about me?” Jongho asks, raising his eyebrows as well. There’s a hint of disbelief in his voice, and for a second you wonder if you should use this opportunity to tease him a bit. But of course Wooyoung, the loud one, is faster.

“She’s been talking about you.”

“Don’t believe a word he says,” Yeosang utters, before you can defend yourself. “He just says whatever.” Another highly offended Wooyoung-noise is what follows, while you feel Jongho tapping your arm lightly, and when you glance over to him you can see him quietly laughing. Apparently he finds their dynamic just as amusing as you do. 

“Yeah, so… that’s Yeosang, who I’ve been working on the project with. And that’s his friend Wooyoung, who has nothing to do with the project but came along anyway to be a distraction,” you introduce the two guys, then you point at your partner. “That’s my boyfriend Jongho.”

“You think I’m distracting?” Wooyoung retorts, because that appears to be all he heard, and he says it proudly and with this shit-eating grin on his face as he puts his elbow on the table, supporting his head with his chin in his palm. You can’t lie, his bold attempt to continue flirting with you in front of your boyfriend both makes you think he must be incredibly stupid, and somehow also makes you admire his courage.

“Not in the way you think,” you answer calmly, trying to sound almost cold. Next to Wooyoung, Yeosang is muttering an “oh my god”, but most importantly your boyfriend doesn’t react to it. Instead he diverts the conversation into a different direction, and in your head you thank him for it.

“So… were you able to finish everything?” he asks, and you nod.

“Almost,” you say. “The formatting needs to be checked again, but that’s Yeosang’s job. So… if you want to go get dinner now, we can!”

“Ah, no, I wasn’t trying to rush you,” he assures as he balances somewhere between seeming friendly and polite. 

You end up leaving pretty soon anyway. Yeosang informed you that he still had things to do (you assume he just wanted an excuse to get rid of Wooyoung) and so you packed your things and split up into pairs in front of the café, with your friend and his friend taking the route to the bus stop across the street, and you and Jongho walking a couple of blocks to get to a restaurant you’ve been wanting to try. It’s serving stew as its speciality, just right for a chilly evening like today.

A groan of satisfaction escapes you as you link your hands above your head and stretch your arms and back after entering the apartment. Your boyfriend smiles at the sight in front of him as he puts his jacket on a hanger and then he follows you into the living room.

“Getting dinner there was a really good idea,” you remark as Jongho comes up to you from behind, placing his hands onto your hips and leaning in.

“Right? You should let me pick restaurants more often,” he mutters right beside your ear, and when you whirl around to get a proper look at his face, he laughs softly.

“I think it was my idea to go there?” you retort, taking offense in him attempting to take all the credit, but he’s quick to appease you.

“I know, I know, just joking.” You huff at his attitude with a smile, before he adds, “I thought you liked mischievous guys.” He walks away and towards the kitchen as you’re still confused about his words, but when you begin to have a hunch about what made him say this, he’s already out of sight. You follow him, finding him pouring himself a glass of water, and without a change in expression he takes a few sips. You can only stare at him, hoping for him to say anything to help you figure out whether that hunch is right or wrong, but he doesn’t look like he’s in a hurry. Setting down the glass, he seems to be thinking about something as he’s supporting his weight with his hands on top of the kitchen counter, and then, when he finally shoots you a glance, the expression on his face has changed.

“You liked that, didn’t you?”

“Liked what…?” Jongho pushes himself off the counter in front of him, taking a few steps towards you instead. He comes to a halt when you’re merely a few inches apart, his head tilted to the side ever so slightly, and his hand finds your face.

“That guy flirting with you,” he says, his voice dangerously low, and he lets his thumb trace the outline of your bottom lip. “You liked that.”

“I…” You gulp as you look up at him. So he did realize it. You should’ve known better than to assume you could hope he wouldn’t be able to read you that well. But you were mistaken. It seems he already learned to notice and correctly analyze even the smallest of signs, and you guess in some way that’s a good thing, you’re just not sure what this means in a situation like this.

“It’s fine, dear,” he speaks, his voice merely a whisper now, and he leans in to press one feathery light kiss onto your lips. “You can admit it.” Again, you find yourself gulping. But the sweetness of his kiss mixing in with the soothing effect his words have on you leave you unable to ponder on this for longer. And so you simply say it, without thinking about the consequences.

“I liked it.”

It was only yesterday that you had another conversation, figuring you should talk more in depth about your wants and what you don’t want, after he almost crossed a line last time. You talked about your relationship, your sexual relationship mostly, the kind of dynamic that’s slowly growing between the two of you, and the kind of dynamic you two wish for. Surprisingly, from what you’ve discussed at least, your wishes align mostly.

You both agreed you want more. More than a kink or two incorporated into your sex life. More than a barely noticeable difference in power. He made it clear he’s willing to go into this with you, take you by the hand, and that he’d make sure to satisfy you.

But you know he also wants to be satisfied himself. And it’s exciting you, thinking about it then, and thinking about it now, as he’s steering you towards the nearest wall, until your back gently comes in contact with it. It’s not much, no grand gesture, and yet you can already feel the flames of desire burning up in your stomach.

“I see.” He speaks slowly now, the tone in his voice sending a shiver down your spine and you know he can see you tremble. From excitement for what’s to come, and curiousity about what he plans to do with you now. “What?” He raises an eyebrow, one hand resting against the wall right next to your head, the other reaching out until his fingertips come in contact with your stomach, and he lets them dance up until he’s almost reached your throat. When he sees you gulp at his action, he huffs, as if laughing at you. “You think I’ll give you what you want that easily?” Jongho asks, pulling his hand away and you inevitably frown at him for it. “After flirting with another guy? After you tell me you liked it? I don’t think so.” He takes a few steps away. There’s a calm expression on his face, his look feels almost icy as he lets his gaze wander from your head down your body. “You should know who can please you best,” he warns. “Or, don’t tell me you think that cheeky guy could make you feel better than me?”

“No!” you respond immediately and without having to think about it.

“But you still liked the attention,” your boyfriend states, matter-of-factly. 

“Y-yeah…” you admit, making yourself smaller instinctively.

“Cute,” he huffs at your apologetic gesture, and there’s a hint of a smirk sitting on his face. You weren’t 100% sure about it before, whether he really is jealous or if he’s doing this for fun, but now you can clearly tell - he’s enjoying this. And that’s fine, because you talked about this too - what you’re about to get yourself into, and how far you’re both willing to go in the process.

“Come here,” Jongho orders along with a gesture of his hand and you oblige. You step closer, let him put his arms around you, and the kiss he presses onto your lips is surprisingly soft. Slowly, he moves his lips against yours, tilting his head so he could deepen the kiss eventually, taking his time as he runs the tip of his tongue along the front row of your teeth, and just when you begin to want him to kiss you more passionately, he parts from you. One look at your face, his darkened eyes making you shiver in his hold, then he brushes his lips against the corner of your mouth. Trailing kisses across your cheek and eventually halting beside your ear as he cups your face with both hands now.

“Get on your knees, beautiful.” You don’t hesitate, and you don’t protest. It’s like his words put you in a trance, making sure you wouldn’t even think of disobeying him. And so you do, you drop down to the floor in front of him, hands immediately fumbling with the button on his pants, because you know what he wants. There’s only one thing a guy could want when he tells you to get on your knees for him, and you’re set on giving him that. But your eagerness doesn’t go uncommented. “So greedy,” he mutters, as he calmly watches you pull down his pants and underwear, exposing his half hardened length. His hand finds its way into your hair, fingertips massaging your scalp and for a second as you glance up at him you think you can see his features soften. “You already know what to do, hm?” your boyfriend continues, yet you wait for the okay to touch him.

“Can I…?” you ask, making him let out a short laugh. And there it is again, that grin that would tell anyone that he knows he’s in control, and he’s enjoying it. 

“Are you gonna make me wait?” he poses a question in return, and in that same breath phrasing the answer himself. “I don’t think so.” 

You keep one hand resting on his thigh, while you wrap the other around his cock. Peering up at him to watch him as he watches you, you start moving your hand slowly, and the second your palm brushes against his head, you can see the way his lips part to make way for a quiet sigh. You bring your fist all the way back down his shaft, repeating the motion a few times, until you find a hint of impatience on his features.

“Dear…” he mutters, untangling his fingers from your hair to cup your chin instead. As he lifts it up, his thumb presses against your lips, and when you open your mouth to let out a shaky breath, he pushes the finger inside. Your eyelids fluttering shut, you meet him with the tip of your tongue, instinctually swirling it around his finger once, before you close your mouth around it and suck on it. “Like that…” Jongho breathes a praise in your direction, before pulling his thumb out of your mouth and putting his hand back on top of your head to steer your field of vision back towards his core. He stays quiet, but he wouldn’t have needed to say anything more anyway to get you to finally do what he wants you to. You move closer, extending your tongue for mere kitten licks, quick strokes that wouldn’t possibly be near satisfactory against the tip of his cock. You glance up at him again, seeing the impatience building up behind his gaze that won’t leave you, and for a moment you wonder whether you should try and see what happens if you push him a bit more. 

But your own hunger wins over that desire. He was probably right, you really are greedy today, because the second you wrap your lips around him, you find yourself moaning at the feeling of having him in your mouth. The hiss of pleasure he lets out forces you to suppress a grin. Instead, you take him in further, hollowing your cheeks as you let him fill you up with his size. 

His hips stay still. You wonder whether it would stay like this, whether he would make you do all the work and merely guide you into the pace he wants, as he is doing currently, with his fingers grasping onto strands of your hair, or if he would eventually lose patience and start fucking into your mouth. All you know is you’re fine with either, and yes, you’re eager to please him, eager to get him off. 

Your hand still wrapped around him moves along with your head for additional friction, and you keep peering up at his eyes, wanting to see the moment he breaks apart, and all the expressions leading up to it. And yet he stays in control, disappointingly much, so you take him in even further as you sink back down on him, until his tip hits the back of your throat, making you gag in response. You furrow your brows at the uncomfortable sensation, and yet you do it again with your next repetition of the movement. So long, until tears are starting to well up in your eyes, and that’s when he takes his hand away from your hair and cups your face instead, cursing at how good you’re being for him.

“Fuck, Y/N…” he groans, and now you can see the pleasure distorting his face - it’s not much, but it serves as a motivation to work even harder for him. The sound he lets out as you swallow around him makes you moan as well, until you move your head and your hand faster, and the lewd sounds of you sucking him off, as well as your boyfriend’s heavy breaths fill the room. “Y/N, stop,” he mutters, and you don’t, because you want to push him over the edge so desperately. Instead you mewl at the taste of his precum leaking onto your tongue, and you close your eyes, preparing yourself to take his load.

What you don’t prepare yourself for is him yanking your head away by your hair, the shock from the sudden action and the immediate wave of pleasure that follows as he growls,

“I said stop.”

“Yes, sir.”

A sudden weakness washes over you, and the only thing you can do is move your head up just a little bit, leaning into the touch of his hand on top of it. And you don’t miss the way the words affected him. After he had suggested you calling him that and you had refused, saying you found the thought of calling your boyfriend sir a bit weird, you know he didn’t expect you to say it after all. But you did. And now there’s an entirely new expression on his face, an entirely new burning passion reflecting in his eyes, and you know it’s only a matter of time until it burns you too.

“Get up,” he says eventually, and you do as told, finding yourself held up safely with his hands resting on your sides as soon as you stand. Your body feels light, almost like he’s taken control of your will, when he steers you back a few steps, into your original position against the wall. Without hesitation, he kisses you, teeth clashing together as he tears at your clothes, and he only parts from you to pull them off, piece by piece, one after the other, and when he has gathered half of them on a pile somewhere on the floor, he decides that should be enough. Your pants gone should do, and when his lips smash onto yours again, you feel his hand between your thighs, fingers prodding at your folds.

“Shit,” he hisses against your lips. “You’re fucking soaked… can’t wait to fuck you…” His words make your head spin, and the way his fingers slip inside you effortlessly only adds to your lightheadedness. You throw your arms around his frame, fingernails digging into the fabric of his shirt covering his back, and you buck your hips into his palm as he starts curling his fingers inside you. You can only mewl at the pleasure, sentences are too hard to form right now, maybe if you tried you could get out a few words with no correlation between them. 

“...p-please…” you slur, “...f-fuckme…” 

“Who do you belong to?” Jongho asks, his fingers working you at a speed that should give you time to answer, but that won’t keep you sane for long. And yet you can’t say anything, only pathetic whimpers come out when you open your mouth. “Who?” he repeats. “Is it me? Do you belong to me?”

“Y-yessir…” you manage to say, and he bites his bottom lip hard.

“That’s right.” You can hear his voice trembling as he speaks, and you let out another sorry excuse of a moan as he presses his thumb against your clit. “Gonna make you cum so good, pretty girl… just wait…” All you can do at this point is cling to him for dear life, incoherent whines and whimpers falling from your lips, in between words that are supposed to tell him you want to cum on his cock, but you’re not sure how much of that actually gets through to him. And still, when your walls are starting to clench around him and your whole body tenses up, he finally pulls out of you. With his hand soaked in your juices he gives himself another few strokes, before telling you to hold on tight and lifting you up with his hands placed on the underside of your thighs. You cry out as he pushes into you, tears welling up in your eyes again, and this time they fall. Rolling down your cheeks as the pleasure overwhelms you, arms wrapped around him so tightly that you’re not sure if maybe you are squeezing a bit too tightly after all. But it doesn’t matter. All that matters in this moment is the chase for your high, and it ends with merely a few of his thrusts. Your body shakes violently as your orgasm hits you, you bite his shoulder and yet the moans won’t stop escaping you, and as you do, he too comes undone. You keep clenching around him as you feel him spilling inside you with a groan, and even as you start coming down from your high, your body won’t stop trembling. 

He tries to help you stand, but realizes quickly that all attempts are futile. So he carefully lets you sink down onto the ground, staying close to you in order to keep holding onto you. 

“How was that?”

“Good…” you manage to whisper an answer, not having the energy for a more elaborate one, but your boyfriend understands.

“I’m glad.” Jongho collapses with his back against the wall next to you, letting you rest your head on top of his shoulder and him leaning his head against yours. His hand finds yours naturally, fingers intertwining, as your mind is still drowned in bliss from the afterglow of your orgasm.

“It was perfect, actually,” you say, correcting yourself. “You were perfect.” You lift your other hand up to comb your fingers through his short hair, eventually letting it rest against his cheek and bringing him in for a short but sweet kiss. And then there it is again, that soft smile appearing on his lips, and when you lift your head he buries his face in the crook of your neck - to hide that expression from you, as you assume. 

“Well, I didn’t think you’d actually call me that, after saying you didn’t want to at first,” he says, and you retort, questioningly,

“Sir?”

“Yeah…” Jongho looks away, still visibly affected by it, and you shoot him a mischievous glance.

“I’m… really enjoying this though. And I’d like to keep… trying new stuff too…” you speak, and your boyfriend gives you a smile.

“We just tried a lot of new stuff, and you already want more?” He gets up, walking over to one of the cupboards and getting you a glass of water. “Drink this, first of all,” he says as he hands it to you. “And tomorrow we can sit down and talk again.”

[the-midnight-blooms]

Drunken Monologue

pairing: kim hongjoong x reader

AU: modern

word count: 3.7k

ATEEZ as angst tropes series:

Hongjoong | Seonghwa | Yunho | Yeosang | San | Mingi | Wooyoung | Jongho

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Trope: Friends to Lovers to Strangers

She watches as they walk out of their place with another woman slung around his arm. The woman he left for, she's so perfect she cannot help but agree with him when he declared he did not love her anymore. How could he? She was everything his first love was not- no more, no less. Yet, the place she once held in his heart? Gone, not even deserving of the title 'friend', displaced like the weakest metal in a chemical reaction.

She didn't mean to cross Hongjoong on the street anyway, on her way home from taxing day at work her feet took her to the one place that brought her more comfort than home. Second to bookshop, it was his arms. She was entitled to none of it now. Nights of endless scrolling over the internet for the next best cheapest place to buy novels but nothing came close to the bookshop she’d gone to in the duration of her childhood, the same bookshop that supported her through her academia.

The distant memory of them both scribbling away in books, endlessly typing on their computers for hours on end into the night gnawed at her. At times she felt like giving up, why, oh, why had she chosen such an academically challenging degree? For her parents’ validation of course, despite this Hongjoong supported her-pushed her to continue.

“I can’t be bothered anymore Joong.” She whined into her pillow, letting out a loud groan that made him scoff as he twirled the pencil between his fingers.

“Let’s make a deal, you get over 80 on that exam and I’ll buy you that plain vanilla ice cream you like.” Her eyes perked up at ‘vanilla ice cream’ she shook her head vigorously and then got to work sifting through pages of her notes and exam questions she had yet to. Peering her eyes over the top of her screen, she gazed at her best friend hunched over in his seat punching numbers into a calculator, with furrowed brows, the concentrated look on his face making her heart melt. While they had been best friends for a long time, she had harboured feelings for the boy since college and even through their transgression into university, the feelings just never seemed to dissipate.

“Oh, and Hongjoong-nah? Vanilla ice cream is not plain.”

“Whatever you say, love.” The term of endearment making her heart flutter, she had yet to convince herself that he called everyone ‘love’, hence it was never really special when he said it to her. A week had passed and before she knew it, she sprinted down the university halls, clusters of students who were once engrossed in their own conversations turning to look at her. With a panting breath, she skidded at the end of the corridor shoving her sheet of paper in Hongjoong’s face, he himself was once invested in his conversation with Jongho.

“Look” she urged, and he took the paper from her hands his eyes scanning over it, fixating on the mark. 90.

“That’s amazing! Didn’t you say this was the hardest module too?” Shaking her head eagerly, she threw her head back in triumph. Hongjoong sought the way her hair fell down her shoulders, the sound of laughter like a melody he wanted to capture in a tune and play on repeat. “Well, I guess I owe you ice cream now.” Picking up his canvas bag from the floor, he bid Jongho goodbye and made his way to the exit.

“Do you want to come with us Jongho?” She offered, to which the younger boy declined sending Hongjoong a knowing smirk from across the corridor. Shaking his head, Hongjoong waited until she made her way to him then hand in hand, they ran to the ice cream parlour before it closed.

She didn’t like vanilla ice cream anymore. It wasn’t the plainness of it, like Hongjoong had always suggested. It was the memory of it, the association of it with him. Every book they read, song they listened to, food they ate, place they went to-she’d grown to have a distaste for. It seemed pathetic, and it was but every time their song played on the radio a pang settled into deepest pits of her heart.

Drunken men push past her on the same street, where now Hongjoong and her stand two metres apart. He senses familiarity in the air around him, head whipping around scouring his surroundings. He knows them. They shift around slowly, as if they are moving without conscience towards him. He wants to stumble to them, inebriated by their intimacy as he once was when he sauntered through his hallways, years ago heavily drunk from a work celebration party. Hongjoong's dragged away by his girlfriend, every nook and cranny of his heart filled with adoration for her yet long ago he was being dragged away by someone else.

With a heavy puff, she pushed Hongjoong onto his sofa a long groan released from his lips as he lazily outstretched his legs before him. So drawn by her beauty, he lifts his arm to caress her cheek. With a smile she gently brushes it away, moving his leg to sit on the remnants of the seat that is not covered by his body.

"The things I do for you." she muttered under his breath, he caught the whispers of it, a weary smile forms across his perfect features.

"And I love you for it. I love you more than sea loves the moon." A laugh escaped from her lips, could he get any more drunk?

"Just say thank you, Hongjoong. This isn't a poetry reading." shaking her head, she pats his head before getting up. The words strike a nerve, he grabs at her wrist to gnaw at her attention. Suddenly, he looks more attentive and alive as if he wasn't drinking to his hearts content to fill up the hole of solitude that swallowed him.

"I'm being serious." resting her hand his chest to feel the racing of his heart, "This only beats for you. I feel so lonely without you, incomplete." he breathed out, latching onto her hand as if she would disappear if he let her go.

"Hongjoong, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." A sharp prick of her throat throbbed, a tickle arising in her nose. Love was just a game to him, right?

"They say a drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts."

"I wouldn't believe you, even if you were sober."

"Why not?" he inquired, he sat up this time not letting go of her hand her body gravitating towards him.

"Because- you know what, no you're too drunk for this conversation right now."

"No, I wanna know. Why don't you believe me?"

"Hongjoong, you've never wanted a relationship. You've never wanted to be someone else's. I always have, I want to belong to someone. I want to get married and have children, bicker with my husband, listen to my teenagers' tantrums. I want it all. You don't." She recounted from all the times he had dismissed notions of settling down and having a married life. He'd fraternised with many women, much to her dismay, but those relationships had held no true meaning. They were in his bed one hour and gone the next, replaced by another. Truthfully, Hongjoong never felt content with the 'relationships' he had but the slow sinking feeling he felt when he was devoid of completeness ate at him. He wanted to feel whole and he felt whole with her.

"What if it's because I've never wanted it with anyone but you?" Silence rooted in the warm air; she'd open his window before she left. Nothing but staring into each other’s eyes for minutes on end. Hongjoong awaited her response, it was all the alcohol that had riled so much energy within to confess his feelings to her. Those which he had felt since they were children, teasing each other in the playground to adults fixated over creating contented lives for themselves.

"Then tell me when you wake up. Tell me how much you've wanted me. Once I'm yours, I'm yours forever."

It seemed like it would be forever. Nights spent under the cover of the twinkling stars: talking until they were too sleep deprived to go to work, running through the park tearing out handfuls of grass whilst chucking them at each other. Just all the things they did as friends, but the moments much more intimate when they'd fall on top of each other faces barely inches away feeling their heated breath tickling their noses.

“I hope our kids aren’t that naughty.” She almost spat out the drink in her mouth, craning to give Hongjoong a shocked look paired with a sort of shy smile forming on her lips. They sat on the vast lush green field, sun beaming down on their figures- his figure illuminated like it was it was carved out of the sun itself.

“Our kids?” Hongjoong tore his gaze away from the children shooting their parents with water guns to her, nodding ever so casually.

“Four kids-,”

“Four? Mr Kim, will you be giving birth to these children? Will you be walking up in the middle of the night to change their nappies?” She interrupted, holding back a laugh.

“Yes, I’ll change all of their nappies. I’ll wake up in the middle of the night to rock them back to sleep. Take them to school anymore, brush our daughters’ hair. Oh! We have to have matching family outfits…” and so Hongjoong often rambled about the perfect family life, his lover staring at him as if he was an angel descended from the highest heavens. If he was an angel, how did wound himself on earth no less how did he wound up as hers? To have that thought again, to stare into his eyes and get intoxicated by the profundity of his sweet soul. His love so addicting she woke up with cold sweats, hands outstretched as if he would come to her in the cold dead of the night, encircling her into his arms again as if he never left.

“What should we name our daughter?” Hongjoong piped up one day, out of sheer curiosity. His head stuck through the doorway of the living room, watching his lover sat in front of the television but her attention attached to the book in her hands.

“Hmm, Kim…” she trailed off, thinking of all the girl names her friends had already taken up. “Kim Dahye.” She settled on, he slumped onto the seat next to her resting his head on her shoulder. "Because she'll be the kindest soul to exist. And if we have a boy, we'll name him Kim Suho, our guardian angel."

"Sounds like a plan Mrs Kim." A blush crept on her cheeks, her cheek resting on his head hands entwined as the hum of the machine bled into the comfortable silence of the room.

She couldn’t remember how it had happened. What great sin she had she committed that Hongjoong felt so repulsed by the sight of her? As if staying would have killed him. Despite the busy hours of both of their working days, the tiresome repetitive life of their schedules, for a while they found comfort in each other- they were each other’s escape from the dreaded conformity to society. How had it gone unnoticed the way he cancelled on her a number of times. Ignoring her calls, leaving her messages on read? The distance between them whenever they were together. Holding her hands but not looking at her. Looking at her as she spoke about her day but not listening to her. It was tolerance, really, she’d put up with all of his ignorance as long as she could say ‘he’s mine.’

“We need to talk.” His reticent voice drifting into her bedroom, she sat up from her slumped position. A soft smile painted on her lips, how long had it been since she had been the listener and he was the talker? He slumped down on the foot of her bed, gradually meeting her gaze. A breath hitched in his throat. He loved her once. He could not breath without her. Got drunk on her presence. Then he had met her, the other woman. She was a drug so addicting. Suddenly, his childhood love was a weak narcotic incapable of exhilarating him as she once did. "I don't love you anymore." He went straight for the punchline.

"I-what happened? Why?" she questioned, there was so much more to ask but the words clogged up her throat as her brain scrambled for traction trying to process the sudden declaration. His eyes shut close for a few moments, plucking up the courage to tell her.

"I found someone else. I thought it unfair to keep you here, next to me while I'm hooked to someone else." Tears blurred her vision, limbs shivering. Pressing her back up against her headboard, she hugged her legs, face dug between her knees.

"What happened to feeling incomplete without me? What happened to wanting to be married? What happened to having children?" she questioned, anger prescient. Fury overtook the despair that momentarily possessed her, was it all a fever dream? Was any part of their relationship sincere?

"Believe me when I say I wanted it all with you, but now I can't feel a thing between us. The bridge to you has collapsed-" He reached for hands to console her; she yanked them towards her gripping onto skin too reluctant to let go. Any moment now if she did let go, he would leave.

"So then find another way to me. Fight for us. Don't tell me this relationship was just a drunken mistake, or I was just used to fill that sorry hole in your heart." Perhaps I really was lonely and you were there for me, mistaking my gratitude for love. But Hongjoong was misinterpreting his emotions. It was love. He did love her. He had just been allured by someone else's physicality that her had forgotten that the one woman who loved him endlessly, flaws and all, was sat in front of him.

"Don't make this harder for me. You deserve someone else, someone who wants you as equally as you want them." Biting down on her lip, a tear slipped from her eyes snapping her head away from him as his hands left her weakened hold. Soundlessly, he left from the room. The soft shutting of the door had triggered her, she bawled as a part of her soul crippled away trailing after Hongjoong who ambled down the street to his next love.

Her body thudded against another on that busy street as the sun dipped beneath the sky, streetlights flickering every now and then. So lost in her yearning for the past, her spatial awareness had been decapitated.

"Oh God, I'm sorry." Her phone flung out of her grasp, clattering to the floor. Both figures reached down for the phone, fingers meeting as they did. Grabbing at her phone, she rose so did the other figure in sync. "I'm really sorry, I should have watched where I was going-" He called out her name, their eyes instantaneously meeting.

It was Wooyoung, a fellow classmate from her time at university. He did not look any different from the charismatic soul that had cheered her up after every difficult lecture that seemed incomprehensible. A dimpled smile manifested across his pink lips, the familiar excitement of seeing an old friend filling him.

"I haven't seen you in ages! How are you?" He began to bombard her with questions. Within seconds she was, too, dragged away by another in the opposite direction the strings between the old lovers, thinning as they transcended deeper into the own lives.

A high-pitched squeal infiltrated the park, a small body dashing through the familiar fields.

“I’m gonna get you.” She cooed, in an infantile like manner as the child attempted to sprint as fast as his little legs could carry him. At last, she swooped him up by the legs, twirling him around the cool wind assisting her. They shared a laugh before she attacked his face with kisses. His father approached behind, wide smile complacent slipping an arm around his son, cocooning him in his embrace. The boy squirmed in his father’s arms, begging to be let go. He let him go, the couple dawdling after his child as he ran to the slides accompanying the other children inhabiting it.

“The sentence, from Mrs Jung?” She contested. She recalled the horror in her friend’s voice on learning that both her husband and son were indulging in eating sweet delicacies every night before bed-not even bothering to brush their teeth at that.

“Death.” He joked back, they shared a comfortable laugh. “Joae’s coming back from Japan on Sunday. Thank you for helping take care of Gohyun.” She waved him off declaring it was the most she could do for a friend that was there when she needed someone the most.

At the other end of the park, two old friends walked down a cobbled path on their way to the play area where Hongjoong’s daughter persisted. Cups of warm coffee encased within their hands, conversations of the past enticing them. They both paused as they found his daughter, Kim Dayhe, playing with another boy around a similar age to her. The sight brought back a nostalgic memory of the girl he used to run around parks with as a child.

“Jung Gohyun!” A feminine voice called, a figure moved closer to the children, she sent a soft smile to the girl before kneeling down to tighten her loosening pigtails. Hongjoong moved forward, despite the woman’s pure intentions his protective instincts broke through-Jongho following hastily behind eyes widening as he recognised the woman.

“Thank you, Unnie-,”

“Dahye,” her head snapped up from the children, the acquaintance of the voice tearing the boundaries she’d built between them for years on end. The memories flooding back to her, she almost stumbled back at the sight of him; she clutched onto her Gohyun’s shoulder for strength. Her lips formed his name, but no sound came out. Hongjoong’s own eyes widened. His childhood love.

“I haven’t seen you in years! How are you?” He questioned, as if the last time he spoke to her wasn’t in her bedroom, telling her he didn’t love her anymore. That his heart was tied down to another woman, who he felt more complete with then he had ever felt with her.

“I’m great! Is she your daughter?” Hongjoong nodded proudly.

“This is your son?” She froze, unable to speak. Eventually, she shook her head no.

“No, he's Wooyoung’s son actually. He’s here, somewhere...” Tearing her gaze away from Hongjoong, who was somewhat surprised at the revelation, she trailed off scanning the park for her companion, who was jogging over to the reunion-two tiny bodies respectively hiding behind their close adults.

“Long time no see.” Jongho quipped from behind Hongjoong. With a gasp, she rushed to Jongho embracing him into a warm hug whilst terrorising him with questions all the same- Hongjoong slightly gaping at them with, a brief unsettling feeling in his heart.

“Jung Wooyoung, you bastard! It’s been ages!" Her hands flung to her nephew's ears, as did Hongjoong’s, as the profanity shamelessly sprung out of Jongho’s mouth.

“I love you too!” The university friends reunited, Wooyoung encompassing both Hongjoong and Jongho. Sneakily, the children had taken the opportunity to crawl back to the slides. While Jongho and Wooyoung conversed with each other, Hongjoong sought his old childhood friend, looking down at her feet in contemplation.

"You named her Dahye." she exhaled; a whiff of distress reminiscent in her tone. He nodded, slowly.

"So, no children, no husband?" As always Hongjoong went straight for the punchline but there wasn't really any other way about it. If Gohyun was not her child, nor Wooyoung her husband then who did she have waiting for her at home?

"No. We're not all entitled to that kind of life."

"But it's all you've ever wanted." he pondered, the words blurting from his mouth before he could stop them. He was met with a hard stare but she returned her gaze back to her feet. "I mean, no one at all?" When the one I wanted left me, how could I seek another? It wasn't that she had not tried at all, she'd been on many dates with many men. Lots of Wooyoung's friends, Johae's friends, some guys on dating apps she'd installed for the thrill of it but none had the compassion that she desired or none had wanted to date for marriage. She'd be lying if she said she didn't at least look for the smallest trace of Hongjoong in them all.

“Just Dahye or?”

“A three-month year-old boy, Kim Suho.” Perhaps that was enough to break all the progress she had made over the years, the bridge of her nose tingled but she refused to be vulnerable in front of him again. The tight threads that had lazily sewed her heart together ripping, the misery she had once been suffering from breaking through again. The universe really had no remorse left for her.

“I’m proud of you, Hongjoong. You finally settled down and I’m sure you’re a great father.” She retorted. What else could she say? As much as she wanted to, she could not scream or cry. Or shout and swear. Tell him how much he had broken her and when he left her home, mercilessly on that solemn evening many years ago she had not been the same. She could not tell him how cruel it was that he named his children the same names that she had planned. How much it hurt her that she wasn’t the mother of his children, like he used to claim he wanted her to be. Or rather that she was mother of any child since no man could love her in the ways she wanted to be loved. She called for Gohyun, the little boy tottering over to her. Clutching his small hand within hers, she brushed past Hongjoong to bid Jongho goodbye. Finally, across the park, she arched her neck to take a last look at Hongjoong. They marvelled at each other, before the universe could separate them once and for all.

I knew you once. I loved you once, held you in my arms and you promised you wouldn’t let me go. The memory of me so faint like there wasn’t a day that went by when you promised me that you would make me yours.

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A/N: ahhh the second fic in the angst series! I’m a bit iffy on the ending but let me know what you guys think? good? bad? ugly? May edit later. thank you to my love @n0v4t33z for helping me decide regardless! The cold persists unfortunately, but so do I. I'll try to squeeze in another fic before I lock into exam mode but I think it's just best to let the ideas marinate at this point. Still gonna be active on tumblr so reach out to me!! Hope you enjoyed this fic!

[fics-lovebot]

ateez recs

main masterlist

pls remember to reblog if you like any of my recs❤️

ot8 / poly

ateez as boyfriends - smut, the description is so- just read it pls, you´ll get the visuals

loved - angstttty, they make you feel insecure about the relationship so you leave and they want to kts, part 2

mythical beings! ateez as your boyfriend - 80% crack, mingi is def my fave one lmao

in the same class - they´re so fucking flirty and hot and sdfksjdfkjsldkfjh i loved it, yuhno plays too much, the yeosang one would me be fr, mINGI MANSPREADING YESSS

when they have a crush - love love love, so fluffy

realizing they´re in love with you - so fluffly too :(

hongjoong

he´s kinda hot - demon! joong, he kills ur ex-bf bc he sold his soul for some stupid shit, now he wants you

seonghwa

biker seonghwa - slice of life, brother´s best friend! hwa, yeosang as the brother, he is flirtyyy, "pretty girls don't use their pretty mouths to lie"

san

fucking you stupid - idol!san, this made me want to sCREAAAAAMMMM bc wtf????, he is MEAN but at the same time it´s an aPoLogY kind of fuckinG?? ikyfl, he marks you,, LITERALLY.

car accident - angst, angst, angst, aNGSTTTTTT, my god. reader is pregnant with twins, read if you want to fucking crY :)

glimpse of us - a lil angsty angst, break up au

his princess - smut, fluff, bad boy! san, innocent spoiled! reader, he´s obsessed with her, so so in love

wooyoung

mingi

the princess treatment chronicles -fluff, crack, f2l, best friend!mingi, he has this 5 step princess treatment list and falls in love with whoever completes it.. yes, reader gave him princess treatment, as she should. this is really cute, she does everthing on accident and he paniCKS bc they´re besties and all that, very very cute

virgin loser!mingi - smut, shy! mingi, brain dead every time he sees you, he´s a fucking pervvv skdfskjd, dirty thoughts 24/7, dreams of you, watches porn thinking of you, ass man (canon), he´s so obsessed omg

you´re drunk - slice of life, I LOVE ITTTTTTTTTT, bf! mingi taking care of drunk oc but she doesn´t recognizes him, he call her "tiny" :(, he fixes her skirt :(((,

no good - angst, cheating au

yeosang

prince yeosang - royalty au, I LOVETHISSSSSSSS, he´s so husband material :(, it´s so well written

his fan - ido! yeo, baby daddy! yeo, long distance relationship, he falls in love with a fan at a meet & greet, pregnancy, he just wants his own lil family :( so cute

yunho

yunho as your boyfriend - fluff, smut, I hate thESEEE bc they make me so delusional sdlfjsdfj

hands - smut, "do you want to breathe or do you want to cum" SIR?????

size kink - smut, we already know yunho is a big mf, tiny! reader, you wear one of his shirts and goes all praise kink on you, we love that

size training - smut, size kink, wwwwhat do you mean size trAINING??? what is we talking about rn??

jongho

so lovely - fluff, you take care of him after a show, this is so CUTE, it´s pure sweet love

[songtiddies]

Charmed Masterlist

This is not completely 100 percent accurate to the Harry Potter universe nor do I own any of the Harry Potter characters, I just took it and added my twist to it and here we are

In no way does this reflect on any of the Ateez members, my work is purely fiction

The mood boards and works of fiction were created by me so please do not repost my work

Tumblr is ran by reblogging so if you like my writing please reblog my work

All works are SFW, maybe suggestive but nothing crazy

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Synopsis: A Patronus charm can only be casted by picturing a vivid image of intense joy, so it’s no wonder that for wizarding folk it’s the key to finding your soulmate.

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Come Up Off Your Color Chart.

Synopsis: After getting caught breaking quite a few wizard laws and somehow avoided getting expelled, you save him from getting stampeded in Care of Magical Creatures class. How have you never noticed him before, but he’s everywhere you go now? And why does his hair keep changing color?

Pairing: Metamorphagus! Gryffindor! Hongjoong! x Care of Magical Creatures Apprentice (afab) Hufflepuff! Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, SLOWWWW BURN, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining (they’re both low key dumb sometimes, Hongjoong is especially), a lil Angst (but barely)

Release Date: TBA

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You Gotta be Cruel to be Kind.

Synopsis: Years of battling for the top of the class was starting to become exhausting. Everything lately has become exhausting, except for the recent late night excursions to restore a broken mirror that have been helping you escape. Or will Park Seonghwa somehow try to ruin that for you too?

Pairing: Headboy! Hufflepuff! Seonghwa! x Headgirl! (afab) Ravenclaw! Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, Enemies to Lovers au, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual fluff, Seonghwa is a jerk like 80 percent of the time, Slow Burn

Release Date: TBA

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Would You Catch Me if I Should Fall?

Synopsis: Juggling quidditch practice, coursework, and running an advice column for the school newspaper means any sort of love life is out of the question. Until recently when you’ve been getting love letters sent to your advice column, and you start seeing your best friend in a different light after he saved your life.

Pairing: Quidditch Captain! Hufflepuff! Yunho! x School Journalist! (afab) Hufflepuff! Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmates au, Fluff, BF2L, Secret Admirer au, Love Triangle au (but not really), Reader is BLIND, Slow Burn, Yunho really is a Golden Retriever

Release Date: TBA

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They’ll Tear Us Apart if You Give Them the Chance.

Synopsis: You already knew he was way out of your league, seven years of him not noticing your existence could tell you that. Yet when you finally catch a break, you’re suddenly being blackmailed, and there is no amount of bubblegum or midnight rants to the ghost in the bathroom that can ease the hole in your heart.

Pairing: Blonde!! (Yes that’s important) Prefect! Ravenclaw! Yeosang! x Quidditch Captain! Gryffindor! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Angst!!!, Fluff, Soulmate au, Bullying (not from any main characters), Insecurities, Yeosang is an angel, Hurt/Comfort SLOW BURN

Release Date: TBA

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Now I Hear a Symphony.

Synopsis: You were completely content coasting through your eighth year as a background voice in the choir. Having managed to make it this far completely out of the spotlight, you were surprised that your gentle tune suddenly caught the school prince’s ear. Suddenly a boisterous symphony doesn’t seem so intimidating anymore.

Pairing: Slytherin Prince! San! x Hufflepuff! Choir Student! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmates au, Opposites Attract au, Fluff, a lil Angst, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn, San is so stupid but he makes up for it

Release Date: TBA

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We’ll Never Be as Young as We Are Now.

Synopsis: You don’t know how you got there, but surprisingly you got roped into tutoring Song Mingi, one of the loudest and most rambunctious boys in your year. What’s even more surprising is how he convinces you, one of the most uptight prefects in Hogwarts’ history, to tag along in his shenanigans.

Pairing: Keeper! Gryffindor! Mingi! x Potions Tutor! Ravenclaw! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, Slow Burn, Reader is awkward (but so is Mingi), Fluff, a lil Angst, Classmates to Friends to Lovers

Release Date: TBA

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Plant New Seeds in the Melody.

Synopsis: After detangling the loudmouth boy from the tentacula plant you’ve been tending to, ultimately sparing him from getting eaten, Professor Sprout forces him to help out in the greenhouse as punishment for ruining your end of year project. Unfortunately for the plants you tend to he has a black thumb, but luckily for you he has a heart of gold.

Pairing: Prankster! Slytherin! Wooyoung! x Herbology Prodigy! Hufflepuff! (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Soulmate au, FLUFFY FLUFF FLUFF, Wooyoung is WHIPPED, Lowkey Enemies to Lovers (but not really), Lowkey Opposites Attract, Slowburn

Release Date: TBA

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You Can Coax the Cold Right Out of Me.

Synopsis: After waking up in the hospital wing because he knocked you out with a football to the head, he has been giving you flowers ever since. You don’t know why he keeps coming back even after you keep pushing him away, because there’s no way for someone that sweet to be able to withstand a personality as frigid as yours.

Pairing: Florist Assistant! Jongho! x Tsundere! Slytherin (afab) Reader!

Genres/Warnings: Angst/Fluff (Flangst), Soulmate au, Jongho is so sweet it hurts, Hurt/Comfort, One Sided Pining?, Flower Language, Slowburn (yeah I get it they’re all slowburn)

Release Date: Sunday April 2nd, 9 P.M. MST

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[khaleesiofalicante]

The interview in the mavid rwrb au got me thinking. What are the favourite musical artists of the lightwood bane family? We know David loves Taylor Swift but what about the others? :)

Oh this is good.

We also know Max's ones. He listens to a lot of black artists both from the 80s/70s (Michael Jackson, Aretha Franklin) and in the current time (Kendrick Lamar, Doja Cat, Frank Ocean and The Weeknd)

Rafael likes k-pop and raggaeton. He basically likes music he can dance to. Some of his favourites include Shakira, Enrique Iglesias, Bad Bunny, Kali Uchis, BTS, Blackpink, Stray Kids, and Ateez.

I see Magnus as someone who does not have a specific musical taste. He literally listens to EVERYTHING. You could mention a random singer from Poland or Vietnam or Colombia, and he'd know them. He listens to everything!!

I see Alec has someone who likes old hollywood classics. The kind of famous romantic songs, ya know? Frank Sinatra, Elvis Presley, Elton John, and George Michael. I think he likes old romantic sings and some rock and roll. Alec also loves Olivia Rodrigo and Conan Gray ya'll can fight me on this.

Anjali mostly listens to Bollywood and Tamil songs. She LOVES A R Rahaman.

[milkyeudaemonia]

✎ — MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT ; park seonghwa

synopsis. seonghwa debates leaving to focus on his work but something pulls him back. pairing. seonghwa x afab! reader genre. fluff content. idol! au, short, established relationship, slight angst if you squint, i promise it ends fluffy wc. 769 words, 4,183 characters

MILKY’S NOTES . . . inspired by ‘middle of the night’ by monsta x 🫶🏻 happy birthday seonghwa!

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he stumbled slightly in the dark hallway, his shoulders weighed unevenly by the bags he’d packed. grumbling to himself, he placed them down, his eyes turning to his canvas shoes at the front door. they sat where they always did, beside your tired, worn out sneakers you refused to get rid of. so why was he debating leaving in the middle of the night?

seonghwa’s heart sank. he slowly slipped his back down the wall beside him, ending up firmly on the floor as he debated what he was even doing. seonghwa and yourself had been dating for almost four years this upcoming summer - you’d already got him talking about things you could do to celebrate it. so why was he debating leaving in the middle of the night?

he stared at the watch on his wrist, 11:49pm. he wanted to prioritise his work. even if he did leave, you knew who he was. everyone did, he was park seonghwa, he was a vocalist for ateez. he loved you to death. so why was he debating leaving in the middle of the night?

11:52pm. seonghwa rose to his feet, wandering aimlessly back to his shared bedroom with you. he knew you were there, his comfort. you cherished him, you listened to him. he always comforted his members, they called him the mom - yet who comforted seonghwa? it was always you.

he’d left the bedroom door ajar, as to not cause noise when he left. slowly, he pressed his fingertips to the door and nudged it open again so that he could see you, curled up amongst the sheets of the bed. you always looked so peaceful while you slept, it made seonghwa stay up until ungodly hours of the morning just so he could take it in, simply because he couldn’t wait for the morning to rise so he could see your face once more.

seonghwa found himself taking soft steps on plush carpet towards the bed, more specifically, your side of the bed. he imagined what you would say if you woke up right now, his bags at the door and his figure looming over you with only the distant hallway light to illuminate him. seonghwa’s brows knitted. was his work really more important than you? the moments he’d spent with you?

he admired the way your hair framed your face, some strands falling in front. he remembered your face every time you’d kissed in his car during high school, underneath the sunroof filtering through pale moonlight that kissed your skin. he loved those nights, he even adored them. seonghwa remembers how you’d close your eyes with every kiss. he could never close his eyes, he had to drink in every moment of you.

moments like crashing into motel beds with feverish lips and impatient hands, rapid and living in the moment. your phones blowing up on silent, nothing to disturb you. his cold fingers brush your warm, puffy cheek ever so gently as he drinks you in again. he remembers how your clique never liked him during school. you’d told him it was because he was popular. you were far from that and you stuck out like a sore thumb when you were anywhere near him.

your friends were regulars at the local cinema, the one that always hosted midnight showings of 80s horror films. the one that was on the route back from your dirty-secrets-in-the-dark motel. the first night you’d ended up in a motel, you’d hurriedly told him to take the next left just before the cinema - you’d claimed you knew a quicker way to your house. seonghwa knows it was because your friends knew his car like a palm reading.

you stirred in your sleep, legs shuffling under the covers at seonghwa’s touch as your eyelashes fluttered open, barely taking seonghwa in before he’d eloped you into his chest, his face buried into your unkept hair.

“hwa?” you whispered sleepily, your voice confused at what he was even doing fully dressed at 00:13am.

“shh,” seonghwa cracked, burying his fingers in your hair as if letting go meant he lost you forever, “you got me, you got me.”

he’d be a fool, he thought to himself, to even think about abandoning you like that. and what for? was it to focus on the music ateez was producing or was it to protect you from his fans and the media? seonghwa didn’t even know at the end of the day. all he knew was that he loved you more than his words could ever even utter and he wanted you to know that.

[absmare]

AbsintheNightmare Fic Masterlist

Making one of these because I can, all my fics in one post ✨

✨Spark Claimed Rated T, 3.8k, oneshot Yeosang/Seonghwa, pirate AU, prequel to Undrowned

✨Undrowned Rated M, 78.4k, 23 chapters (completed) Yeosang/Seonghwa, background polyteez, pirate AU featuring tasteful tentacles

✨Error: Could Not Communicate Rated T, 26.7k, 18 chapters (completed) Wooyoung/Yeosang/San, background seongjoong & yungi, university/college AU, chatfic

✨Blue Band-Aid  Rated M, 11k, oneshot Hongjoong/Seonghwa (kind of but not really), vampire AU, soulmates AU gone wrong

✨You Had One (Dragon Slaying) Job Rated T, 14.1k, oneshot Hongjoong/Yeosang, fantasy AU, 14k of Hongjoong trolling mercenary Yeosang, written for Spring Fantasy Exchange

✨Hippity Hoppity, Found Your Property Rated T, 14k, 3 chapters (completed) Wooyoung/Yeosang/San, university/neighbors AU, established woosan, Wooyoung throws things out of the window, Yeosang picks them up

✨Worth A Scandal (Or Seven) Rated M, 32.1k, 8 chapters (completed) Yeosang/Everyone, victorian/edwardian AU, just Yeosang being a slutty gentleman socialite and rest of Ateez adoring him

     ✨Metsänpeitto Rated T, 35.7k, 5 chapters (completed) Wooyoung/Yeosang, Finnish folklore inspired historical AU, slight horror elements

✨Silent Distress Rated M, 29.8k, 5/? chapters (on hiatus) Hongjoong/Yeosang + polyamory shenanigans, fairytale AU, prince Hongjoong & cursed voiceless damsel in distress (sort of) Yeosang

✨People Die If They’re Killed... Except Him, Apparently Rated M, 16.8k, 3 chapters (completed) Wooyoung/Yeosang/San, serial killers/immortal AU, established murder husbands woosang, immortal San who wants his wallet back (Also available as a podfic!)

✨Adjusting Rated M, 40.6k, 18 chapters (completed) Yunho/Yeosang, Seonghwa/Wooyoung, university/college AU, chatfic (better and more chaotic than the first one)

✨The Final Route (Extra Hard Mode) Rated M, 5.7k, oneshot Wooyoung/Yeosang/Seonghwa, lowkey fantasy AU, Ateez dorm for the slightly peculiar, bantacles (banter + tentacles) (Also available as a podfic!)

✨No Ordinary Boy Rated T, 11.7k, 2 chapters (completed) Yunho/Yeosang, mermaid/siren urban fantasy AU, strangers to lovers, written for Spring Fantasy Exchange (Also available as a podfic!)

✨All Grown Up Rated M, 27.7k, 3/6 chapters (in progress) San/Yeosang, Hongjoong/Yeosang, 80s/90s small town horror AU, eldtrich Hongjoong and evil eggs, Yeosang has a bad time, San is a hot biker

✨Wouldn’t Harm A Fly... Rated M, 51.1k, 4/5 chapters (in progress) Wooyoung/Yeosang/San, vampire/magic AU, vampire Yeosang, mage San, vampire hunter Wooyoung, established sansang

✨Rasputinian Death Express Rated E, 10.4k, 1/3 chapters (in progress) Yunho/Yeosang, vague historical AU (early 20th century), murder mystery set in a train, aspiring author Yeosang, rich boy Yunho, sugar baby lessons from Seongjoong, written for 0615 Fest

Will keep this updated! Remember to heed the tags and author’s notes!

[moonjxsung]

upon learning the term bedrotting i feel like 80% of my life has been just that. so i completely get it, i bedrot unless i absolutely need to go out (✨depression✨)

fr perv hanji brings out my past wattpad dramatic af 1D fic self. i love him, he also lives in my head rent free because the perv ji character just fits him soooo well. and that thing your ex did was super hanji coded too if he’s feeling especially confident. manifesting perv hanji everyday✨

choi minho, the man that you are. he’s also my baby, so pretty so hot and so nice😭 the greenest green flag to ever exist. i saw an article the other day bc someone accused him of being a bully in HS (and first off like wtf that man is like 30+yrs old, why you bringing up his hs life at this age). the thing is that his former classmates were like “wtf hell no, bro is obsessed with a soccer team that hasn’t one in 20 yrs, you really think he’s a bully?” 😭😂😂😂 they said that he used to get snsd autographs for his teachers and friends. literally an angel baby. also, ur minho dream, care to elaborate??👀

and frrrrr what’s up with these exes here? are you guys okay? i thankfully don’t think i ever had a situation like that with anyone, ex or not, and if i did, i def repressed it. but i always remember this situation a friend of mine was in. so she was my bestie for like all of high school (she dumped me for the church💔 my religious trauma fr) and she was in a band and one of her mates introduced her to this other guy who played guitar (conveniently, he was also really really good friends with my current bf at that time). anyways we were like 17 (my bf and i) and she was a year younger so 16. and we were just finishing our list of college applications, they saw each other randomly bc he auditioned for a band that she was in and he started texting her a lot and offering to take her to band practice (thankfully her parents were like overprotective so it never happened). mind you, he was born in 95 and she was 00. so if we were in like grade 11 or 12 he was like well into uni. so, she tells me that she’s going to this uni like three hours away from where i was going. and i’m like all happy and supportive and whatever and she’s just like “oh and _______ told me that he studies like 15minutes away from my campus so he said that i could go to his apartment and we could read comics” and i was just like 🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩🚩and i told her that that was absolutely insane and reading comics def didn’t mean reading comics. so she got kinda mad and we stopped talking about him. and like a year later (she ended up not going to that uni), i stayed at her house once and she told me that he turned out to be a super sketchy guy. and she’s always been this really really physically beautiful person like main visual fr, but soooo naive, and shit like this happed so frequently. she once told me that in middle school, she was kinda dating a guy from 12th grade so she was like 13 and he was like 17-18🚩🚩🚩 so yeah, men suck. i’m thankful to have never experienced something like that or anything but im sure that my rbf and the paranoia and resistance my parents inflicted on me in terms of men helped.

so yeah, if there’s anything that the minors that sneak into ur blog should know is: that older guy that’s talking to you is 100% an absolute creep, pls stop talking to him🙏🏻

anyways bb, i hope you have soooo much fun watching the ateez coachella streaming!!! i will be with u @ heart bc im def watching it here, last week’s was really freaking awesome.

-🐈‍⬛

WE LOVE BEDROTTINGGGG my plans for tomorrow are just to bedrot bc this week was tiring as hell and my sister’s getting sick so I have preemptively planned to stay in and sleep as much as I physically can in between writing. I am so excited ‼️‼️

PLEASE something about perv Hanji just gets me GOING my ex is fucking trash but he did the most pervy shit sometimes and I just imagine it as Hanji au now to repress the bad memories 😭 I remember we were sexting @ thanksgiving dinner one year while he was literally sitting next to his entire family and he left the table to send me videos of him taking care of himself in the backseat of his car like if that’s not SO Hanji 😭😭😭😭 PLEASE. I would melt

THE MINHO THING PWLWAASSKKEKE I SAW THAT TOO AND I WAS LAUGHING SOOO HARD CHOI MINHO IS THE GREENEST FLAG EVERRRRR NO WAY YALL WANT TO PRETEND HE WAS A BULLY 😭😭 also my dream was v short lived BUT I dreamt that he had to go to work in my place for some reason and run some of my meetings for me and so we met up so he could give me business updates and we were just sitting so close to each other and laughing and getting zero work done LMFAO I remember thing “oh my god I have to fuck this man” PLSLSLWLEKEKSMJS HE’S SO FINE……….

Oh my god that story about your friend is insane 😭 that sucks that she ended up dropping you for the church (she’s missing out on the best friendship frfr) but I hope she’s gotten a little smarter about avoiding weird guys and sorta understanding the implications of what they say :/ my sister used to work at the movies when she was like 16 and one of her coworkers was this 25 year old weirdo who snapchatted her once inviting her to “watch marvel movies together” and we were instantly like OHHHH THAT’S NOT…….

Sagely words of advice from all of us here on stayblr stay away from older men w creep vibes AND don’t pursue anything with anyone who clearly isn’t over their ex 😀😀😀😀😀😀

ALSO BBY I JUST FINISHED COACHELLA STREAMING AAAAHQHWJSMSKS THEY SOMEHOW DID EVEN BETTER THAN LAST WEEK)????? HOWWW IS THAT POSSIBLE…, ALSO “GOLDEN HOUR” NEW COMEBACK IN SUMMER????? IM SO HYPED I LOVE ATEEZ SO MUCH FUCKKKK 😭😭😭🫶🫶🫶‼️‼️

I love you baby I hope you had the bestttt day !!!!!! 💓💖💘💗

[grungnr]

4 am vibezzzzzz

monsune - outta my mind

cecilia condit – possibly in michigan

billie eilish - idontwannabeyouanymore

crumb - locket

jack stauber - baby hotline

monsune - nothing in return

dayglow - can i call you tonight?

kane strang - my smile is extinct

rex orange county - sunflower

jack stauber - oh klahoma

billie eilish - you should see me in a crown

samm henshaw - broke

will joseph cook - girls like me

half-alive - still feel.

yungblud - parents

lauv/troye sivan - tired of love songs

troye sivan - talk me down

seventeen - change up

coin - talk too much

easy life - nightmares

phum viphurit - loverboy

missio - everybody gets high

alfie templeman - stop thinking

seventeen - good to me

will joseph cook - take me dancing

anarbor - 18

yungblud - medication

jeremy zucker - comethru

godford - downtown

the unlikely candidates - novacaine

will joseph cook - be around me

charli xcx - boys

lauv - i like me better

borns - electric love

exo - going crazy

billie eilish - copycat

ashnikko - diasy

yungblud - loner

fazerdaze - lucky girl

jawny - honeypie

seventeen - network love

circa waves - sad happy

japanese breakfast - boyish

exo - sweet lies

suggi - i'm always sad cause i'm ugly

mormor - heaven's only wishful

wayv - say it

between friends - affection

heartless bastards - only for you

mild orange - freak in me

tahiti 80 - hurts

maye - tu

wallows - these days

men i trust - show me how

hey violet - better by myself

tkay maidza - you sad

rina sawayama - xs

nct - lips

audrey nuna - damn right

rei ami - snow cone

beabadoobee - if you want to

yaeji - raingurl

princess nokia - tomboy

ateez - desire

eliot lee - pink (freak)

nct - love song

girli - hot mess

rico nasty - smack a bitch

cyn - i'll still have me

charlotte lawrence - why do you love me?

conan gray - generation why

taeyong - long flight

d.o - that's okay

clairo - pretty girl

benee - supalonely

ruel - painkiller

dean - instagram

zico - she's a baby

ricky montgomery - mr loverman

oliver tree - alien boy

cavetown - boys will be bugs right?

rex orange county - loving is easy

nct - love me now

lorn - acid rain

joji - in tongues (the whole thing idc)

andrew huang - stars

the academic - fake id

blackbear - idfc

gnash - ilusm

keshi - over u

james bay - hold back the river

rei brown - is it too late?

seventeen - trauma

samsa - tinder samurai

arctic monkeys - mardy bum

exo - stronger

sir chloe - michelle

kali uchis - dead to me

ama lou - northside

raveena - honey

tom oddel - another love

lay - honey

yeule - pixel affection

hey violet - guys my age

james bay - let it go

exo - universe

hozier - take me to church (+ the neon jungle cover)

neon jungle - brave heart

placebo - i feel you

ash - girl from mars

atlas - you are my world

fats'e - dissociate

blur - she's so high

david bowie - heroes

exo - heaven

fleetwood mac - little lies

jackson wang - oxygen

placebo - post blue

shinigami - shooting stars

sigrid - high fives

thin lizzy - dancing in the moonlight

caleb belkin - i fall in love too easily

burbank - sorry i like you

david bowie - life on mars

no vacation - lovefool

mia rodrigez - psycho

yezi - 미묘

tessa violet - crush

stoned jesus - i'm the mountain

omori - pure imagination

drenge - fuckabout

radiohead - no surprises

semisonic - secret smile

taeyong - long flight

still woozy - goodie bag

the regrettes - seashore

jordan suaste - body

deathbyromy - problems

au/ra - panic room

weathers - happy pills

hayley kyoko - girls like girls

yungblud - kill somebody

conan gray - maniac

5sos - teeth

brye - lemons

june - a little messed up

ic3peak - Плак-Плак

loren - empty trash

eaj - pacman

rich brian - history

rich brian and eaj - love in my pocket

eden - sex

wonho - open mind

jet - are you gonna be my girl

forrest - your soul

hope tala - cherries

bea miller - that bitch

kesha - woman

lola blanc - angry too

loveleo - boyfren

sakima - daddy

teddy hyde - sex with a ghost

mad tsai - boy bi

blackbear - do re mi

remi wolf - photo id

saint motel - my type

mike posner - cooler than me

p!nk - funhouse

bruno mars - that's what i like

sitcom – still life

the scary jokes – icicles

[little-corritrice]

| The Mafia | ~ Part 22 ~

Genre: Mafia Au, Fanfiction

Pairing: N/A

Rating: Fluff

Warnings: Slight Fight

Synopsis ~ y/n was just living her life, but when she ran into troubles of her past, she found herself being auctioned off to a mafia named Ateez. Within her time, she soon finds another whom she knows...

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I laid in bed as I had woken up, trying to fall back asleep. Just as I was about to start snoring off, there was a knock at my door. I whined, kicking the sheets like a kid. "Come in." I said, Jeongin popping his head in. I smiled, looking at him from the pillow, my head resting comfortably. "Am I bothering?" He whispered and I scoffed, patting the bed. "You can never bother, Innie. Come here." I said, sitting up as he came in, already suited up for the mission. "What's the matter, love?" I asked, stroking his hair as I sat on my knees next to him. "Chan needs you downstairs so we can get ready to leave." He whispered and I smiled, nodding. "Alright. I'll be down in 10." I said, and he smiled, nodding his head. I leaned forward, kissing his head as he got up, walking out of my room.

I got up from bed, running to the bathroom as I stated the shower, gathering my clothes as the water warmed up. I jumped in, quickly doing everything I need before I jumped out, drying myself completely. I threw my outfit on, strapping all my weapons in.

I had my 2 guns, my 2 shuriken's (ninja stars), and my dagger. I grabbed my necklace, tucking it under my shirt. I grabbed my phone, putting it in my pocket before I walked out, going inside. Everyone was gathered in the living room, all sitting talking about what they were going to be doing, and their roles. I plopped next to Changbin and Felix, both wearing some nice looking suits. I grabbed Changbin's arm, giving his bicep a little squeeze. I giggled out as he pulled his arm away, smacking my hand away.

I yawned as they finally stopped explaining. "So basically, I have to go up to the roof, unplug and plug some shit in, and then jump into a helicopter that will fly by?" I summed up and Chan groaned again, shaking his head. "y/n, for the last time. You're not going to jump because it'll land." He said, and I threw a pillow at him. "Stop spoiling my imagination, Channie." I whined, standing up. "Well, what are we waiting for? I got a helicopter I need to jump into. From a building. One that's like 80 stories high." I exaggerated, flipping my imaginary hair as we walked to the garage. "God..." Chan mumbled, and I laughed. "Wait, whos car's are we taking?" I asked, and everyone stopped as well. "I'll take the older ones, you take the younger ones." He said, and I nodded. "That includes you, Hannie." I smiled, tugging him back as he was about to walk with them. "But I'm literally a year younger!" He whined, and I patted his shoulder, opening the door to my Subaru before he got in, complaining and whining.

I followed after Chan, all of us blasting music as we sang our hearts out before the mission. "Someone better record me jumping into the helicopter." I laughed at my joke, along with everyone else. "Hey, maybe after this, we can go to that ramen shop again. Those noodles were good." I said, and Seungmin and Jeongin nodded, telling Han all about the food and what they have. I smiled as I looked at them all, diverting my attention back to the road as they continued on. Within 30 minutes, we were parked across the street from the huge building, and I hummed as I put my earpiece in. "Everyone copy?" Changbin asked. A chorus "Yes." "Yep." "Copy." came through the earpiece, and we got out, Seungmin pulling me closer to him as we approached the building. "The stairwell is near the control room. Changbin can get you in, but you're on your own after that." He said, and I nodded. "Don't worry. I got this." I smiled, patting his chest as I jogged around the building, meeting up with Changbin.

~ ~ ~

Dropping the guy from my hold, I let out a breath, stretching my back. "Gosh, I'm getting old." I groaned as I popped my back, a loud crack ringing through the air. Changbin was panting as he looked at me, shaking his head. "You only took out one person." He complained, composing himself as we continued walking. "You said you got it, so I let you have it." I shrugged, and I heard someone laugh over the earpiece. I saw my door on my left, and stopped by it. "Welp, this is me. Guess I'll see ya in a bit." I said, opening the door and walking in, but Changbin pulled me back, and I smiled. "Be careful, sunshine. Don't do anything dumb." He said, and I huffed, pouting slightly. "You know that's what I do best." I whined and he chuckled, pulling me into a hug. "I'm serious." He said, and I sighed. "I'll be fine, Binnie. Promise" I smiled, kissing his cheek.

~ ~ ~

Climbing up the stairs, I huffed as I took a break. "I don't got this." I huffed out, panting slightly. "What's wrong, angel? Too many stairs?" Minho teased, and I groaned out. "Way too many." I said, getting back up. "Why didn't you just take the elevator? There was one if you just kept walking straight." Hyunjin said, and I cried out quietly, slamming my hands against the wall. "And no one told me this?!" I whispered out, hearing everyone laugh. "I hate you guys." I mumbled, continuing up the stairs. I was about to keep talking, but the door to my right opened, and a guy yanked me in, tossing me to the floor. I yelled out, getting back up. "Your not supposed to be in this area." The guy yelled, lunging for me with his electric baton. "y/n?!" The guys yelled out, panic in their voice. "I'm fine. Dandy even." I yelled out, blocking the guys hits.

[blossom-hwa]

I posted 1,737 times in 2022

566 posts created (33%)

1,171 posts reblogged (67%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

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@thepixelelf

@seonghwaminho

@applejongho

@the-doodly-noodle

I tagged 1,592 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#nas - 1,142 posts

#lina talks - 373 posts

#ateez - 297 posts

#stray kids - 204 posts

#lina answers - 155 posts

#txt - 148 posts

#seonghwa - 117 posts

#san - 80 posts

#seventeen - 67 posts

#yeonjun - 66 posts

Longest Tag: 138 characters

#i use em dashes way too often but i’m not going to stop though they’re not technically em dashes since i just let autocorrect do its thing

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

these endless summer nights | c.yj

inspired by the song endless summer by cashae. you should give it a listen :) also I am experimenting w new fic layouts so sorry if everything’s a little different atm 💕

(note: this was originally posted for svt hoshi but I thought the concept fit yeonjun will enough with a few tweaks for character/personality - this is NOT plagiarism!)

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, university!au, summer romance!au

Triggers: allusions to sex (nothing graphic), drinking

Word Count: 7k

This summer feels endless, spent in each other’s arms.

Hoshi (SVT) Ver. | TXT Masterlist

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234 notes - Posted August 12, 2022

#4

the words I say, and the words I mean | p.js

mai @wingkkun​ this one’s for you <3 happy birthday!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Jay x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, a touch of angst, high school!au, childhood best friends to lovers!au

Warnings: cursing

Word Count: 2.5k

On a cool golden afternoon on the cusp of winter, Jay falls for you again.

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253 notes - Posted September 28, 2022

#3

be my date | c.bg

don’t really know where this came from, but it happened. hope you enjoy &lt;3

Pairing: Beomgyu x gender neutral!reader

Genre: angst (with a happy ending), model!au

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.9k

Beomgyu is everything you’ve ever wanted. It just takes him a little more time to realize he feels the same way about you.

TXT Masterlist

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254 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

#2

if you’ll have me (i) | c.yj

here’s (finally) the first part of the monster yeonjun fic I wrote in august, right in time for his birthday! happy birthday to the terrible wonderful human being who has given me the worst brainrot I've experienced in a while (second only to the rot brought on by one kang taehyun), and I hope you all enjoy this &lt;3

Pairing: Yeonjun x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, angst, regency era!au, nobility!au

Warnings: mentions of past death, mentions of period-typical misogyny

Word Count: 11.3k

Yeonjun Choi, Duke of Hastings, is in want of a wife. Boxed in from all directions by the overbearing mamas of the ton, he begins his arduous search this season for not fortune, not love, but merely the perfect woman to succeed his mother's place. None of the daughters of high society manage to catch his eye, however, or fit his overwhelming list of standards—at least until he meets Miss Y/N L/N, the queen's diamond of the season, newly arrived in town from abroad and said to be one of the most accomplished women to grace the ton in a generation.

You, the eldest daughter and only child of the L/N family, just want stability. With your father dead and the estate passed to a cousin, leaving only your dowry and a small pittance from the inheritance left intact, you begin your search for a husband with money enough to keep you and your mother afloat. It seems like a miracle when, after being crowned the queen's diamond, the Duke of Hastings himself asks for your hand—but as you learn of his complete indifference to the concept of love, you begin to doubt yourself. Perhaps money is not enough to keep your hand—maybe you desired a true love match more than you thought.

Trapped in a marriage of convenience that everyone believes is a love story, you and Yeonjun find yourselves forced to reevaluate what you want out of this match. Between balls and promenades, dances and poetry, you begin to view each other beyond the pithy conversations allowed in the courting stages, learning to see one another not just as business partners, but perhaps friends as well. And as you begin to reconcile your needs and wants, your goals and desires, maybe, just maybe—

The ton's belief that you are a love match can find some truth, too.

Part 1 >> Part 2

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266 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

these endless summer nights | k.sy

inspired by the song endless summer by cashae. you should give it a listen :) also I am experimenting w new fic layouts so sorry if everything’s a little different atm 💕

Pairing: Hoshi x gender neutral!reader

Genre: fluff, university!au, summer romance!au

Triggers: allusions to sex (nothing graphic), drinking

Word Count: 7k

This summer feels endless, spent in each other’s arms.

Yeonjun (TXT) Ver. | Seventeen Masterlist

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321 notes - Posted July 15, 2022

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currents.16 [2024]

selections from my week in media {14-20 april 2024}

[listening]

O (Circle) / Onew

lots of 80s top 40 on the radio

[reading]

Along the Way to Home by meyari - MDZS time travel au - It's fun to read fic based around the older generations when they were younger. Don't worry so much about whether the characterization is totally accurate (because who's to say, really), and just enjoy the humor of a younger evil overlord righting his own wrongs.

Lynchpin by Shanastoryteller - MDZS time travel au - reread

[watching]

18 Again - vacation rewatch

ATEEZ and The Rose at Coachella

[baekhvuns]

I wish the actual avo fruit would grow, but alas I live in fucking Europe 😭 I wanna make cooooin

I think that weird woman's son is also an Atiny (child has no choice lol). Anyway she used to work and now she doesn't, living my dream... no, because she's a weirdo in private and cares about Atz tooooooo much. Please kpop fan wars in the family 🤭

France in the first half: *I sleep*

France Mbappe in the second half: *killler mode*

Well isn't football beautiful, you never know what the fuck is going to happen. The twists, the penalty, THE PENALTIES 😵 anyways congratulations to Argentina, I'm not necessarily their biggest supporter (as in they're not in my top teams), but good for them and for my guy Di Maria! 🐓 won in 2018, so it someone else's turn now. Baek, but next WC is happening in Vancouver! That buying referee tweet is killing me dhiahsuadhajsh

Initially I thought it'd be cool to do this "Latil's looking for a Harem, but her true love has always been next to her" it'd have been interesting with the power dynamics etc. However, Sonnaught is too boring and emotionally closed off I fear. And wtf is he doing in the novel 🔪 I never doubted you Tasir (okay, maybe for a second, but he does seem sus alright) 💖

I do pace around my room, it's the ADHD, babyyyy. Manifesting Y/N moment for Baeksussy soon 🙏🏻

KQ isn't perfect and I question a lot of their decisions, but stans are like KQ is overworking them vs KQ isn't promoting them well, so?! What's the fucking truth 🤨 I don't think more melodic songs will fit the current part of Ateez's storyline (but one can dream) I hope if they're still experimenting with noise it's more like Movement, less like Paradigm cause wtf is this song, I'm sorry 😭 what are people who absolutely love it on. Someone said it's in their top 5 Ateez songs ever??? Personal taste is objective, BUT ARE THEY OK

Baekhyun reading fanfics lmao, what if he does that in the military as well

Seonghwa after we're done with him

Bestie wdym, you want me to make choices 😭 I'm a gredy person, I want it all! But I'm exicteeeed

Mingi, you literally wrecked so many people with that photo and the 2nd one is good too... Seonghwa demonic grandfather <3

Something happens to me every time Seonghwa shows up with his hair parted... I don't know what's wrong with me, but not enough people appreciate this hairstyle

Oh? I see... anyway he needs to take lessons from Minghao and Jaehyun in anti-parasocialing so hard, because this is NOT GOOD❗❗❗

Lolllll.... and this was my first thought, omfg the SW agenda. Listen, I really need Seonghwa in a Wotakoi type of story, embrace the nerd!

Okay, but same apparently one of my birthstones is blue topaz

I had 2 quizzes for you, but Iost them naaaaurrrr, anyway I got fake dating for that AU one... - DV 💖

hiii helloo!!

I wish the actual avo fruit would grow, but alas I live in fucking Europe 😭 I wanna make cooooin /// I think that weird woman's son is also an Atiny (child has no choice lol). Anyway she used to work and now she doesn't, living my dream… no, because she's a weirdo in private and cares about Atz tooooooo much. Please kpop fan wars in the family 🤭

LMFAOOOO 😭😭😭  no avo coin for u i guess 😭😭🤚🏼NOOO POOR DUDE 😭😭 BULNORIYA-ING AT 3 YO 😭😭 setting him for bullying bc what if he starts dancing to kpop in class during his older years, immediately evaporating  

France in the first half: I sleep France Mbappe in the second half: killler mode /// Well isn't football beautiful, you never know what the fuck is going to happen. The twists, the penalty, THE PENALTIES 😵 anyways congratulations to Argentina, I'm not necessarily their biggest supporter (as in they're not in my top teams), but good for them and for my guy Di Maria! 🐓 won in 2018, so it someone else's turn now. Baek, but next WC is happening in Vancouver! That buying referee tweet is killing me dhiahsuadhajsh

NAHHHH SERIOUSLY, literally france wasn’t even playing the first 80 mins, mbappe was not ONCE mentioned, maybe they had a fight or some bc the team’s dynamic was cold

ppl saying mbappe owned argentina in less then 2 mins YEAH ON PENALTIES BRO 😭😭 HE SCORED 1 GOAL THE REST WERE PENALTIES WHILE ARGENTINA WAS 1 PENALTIES 2 GOALS,, di maria literally made them win, HE WAS LIKE A SNAKE if not for him they would not have, he fought every min he’s angel indeed 😭😭😭 football is truly beautiful, the cut-throat tension the constant goals- i thought netherlands v argentina was good but france and argentina was better 🫡 truly what a world cup what a memory

me to di maria martinez and dybala esp :

martinez’s goal keeping phewww his hand touched the mbappe shot but the ball was to fast, almost got his ass 😭😭 i just find it so funny that they did a moment of silence for

him after winning it like mf didn’t insult the south american teams & w the ppl shitting on them for CELEBRATING A WIN AFTER 3 DECADES love this guy 😭😭

IT ISSSSS AND U BET I AM GOING TO GO SEE IT ALLL IF U SEE ME ON THE SCREENS VOLUNTEERING NO U DID NOT BRMWHDKWCK BRAZIL’S TURN THIS NEXT ONE COME ON 😭😭 NO INJURY THIS TIME,, AND U BET I WILL BE SCREAMING FOR THEM ALL HD 1080P VIDEOS,,,,, will also be on a lookout for ibrahimovic in the stands <3 also wondering who will perform, better not be some drake 😭😭 rihanna needs to come thru

no but why is u.s getting so many cities, if the final is there and the celebration is how argentina had it, it would take a dark twist real fast also just learned jude bellingham is a birmingham guy 😭😭😭

Initially I thought it'd be cool to do this "Latil's looking for a Harem, but her true love has always been next to her" it'd have been interesting with the power dynamics etc. However, Sonnaught is too boring and emotionally closed off I fear. And wtf is he doing in the novel 🔪 I never doubted you Tasir (okay, maybe for a second, but he does seem sus alright) 💖

IF ONLY. IF ONLY THAT WAS TRUE. ID BE JUMPING SCREAMING CRYING. but tbh the harem is slightly boring bc latil doesn’t understand the meaning of a harem, like theres barely any interactions and its mostly awkward 😭😭 the interest is slowly going dry 📉📉 sonnaught’s solider aura is taking over this emotions i guess,,, FBWMDHWK TASIR BABES WE LOVE U DONT U WORRY BOY WE NEVER DOUBTED U EVER

I do pace around my room, it's the ADHD, babyyyy. Manifesting Y/N moment for Baeksussy soon 🙏🏻

doing all them scenarios <33 normal behaviour <33 BFMQJDAKJC ID NEVER GET THAT MOMENT ☺️☺️ i can only have these moments in my delusions ☺️

KQ isn't perfect and I question a lot of their decisions, but stans are like KQ is overworking them vs KQ isn't promoting them well, so?! What's the fucking truth 🤨 I don't think more melodic songs will fit the current part of Ateez's storyline (but one can dream) I hope if they're still experimenting with noise it's more like Movement, less like Paradigm cause wtf is this song, I'm sorry 😭 what are people who absolutely love it on. Someone said it's in their top 5 Ateez songs ever??? Personal taste is objective, BUT ARE THEY OK

NO SERIOUSLY 😭😭😭 they know what they’re doing come on,, ONE CAN DREAM AND I WILL DREAM BC WE NEED IT NOW A BEAUTIFUL MELODIC CHORUS IS WHAT KPOP NEEDS TO SHIFT THE TRAJECTORY OF NOISE MUSIC INTO MELODIC SONGS if it’s actually like this then 🫡   NAUR NOT TOP5??? mAN IM STILL HUNG UP ON SMN’S LAST CHORUS BUT SUDDENLY PARADIGM IS TOP5???

Baekhyun reading fanfics lmao, what if he does that in the military as well

he said he used to read them during debut days bc there used to he so many and it was hard to avoid fhwkgdk 😭😭

Seonghwa after we're done with him Bestie wdym, you want me to make choices 😭 I'm a gredy person, I want it all! But I'm exicteeeed

FBMWBDKW WE WILL SEE IF UR STILL HUNG UP ON HIM AFTER I LAY MY CARDS OUT 🥰🥰

Mingi, you literally wrecked so many people with that photo and the 2nd one is good too… Seonghwa demonic grandfather <3

wrecking here too bc when this man goes any shade of blond he’s suddenly a different person,,, demonic grandfather ….

Something happens to me every time Seonghwa shows up with his hair parted… I don't know what's wrong with me, but not enough people appreciate this hairstyle

I SECOND THIS !!!! UR CORRECT !!!!!! ABSOLUTELY CORRECT !!!!!!

Oh? I see… anyway he needs to take lessons from Minghao and Jaehyun in anti-parasocialing so hard, because this is NOT GOOD❗❗❗  ////// Lolllll…. and this was my first thought, omfg the SW agenda. Listen, I really need Seonghwa in a Wotakoi type of story, embrace the nerd!

who is that guy 🤨 NOT JAMAL FBQMDBAKHDAKDVMA PARK JAMAL 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 U BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN ON THE PORCH

Okay, but same apparently one of my birthstones is blue topaz //// I had 2 quizzes for you, but Iost them naaaaurrrr, anyway I got fake dating for that AU one… - DV 💖

topaz gANG LESSGOOO,,, see I will manifest fake dating au for u, ur in europe, anything and everything can happen there atp im rooting for u <3

......

wtf is this