falling in love with txt
➤ summary : when they realized they’re in love
➤ pairing : txt x gn!reader
➤ genre : fluff <3
➤ warnings : none!
➤ word count : 100-150 per member
➤ a/n : fluffy drabbles bc my txt brainrot does not seem to be ending <3 credits to everyone else who has done this (there are plenty), this is just my own spin on txt falling in love with you. please remember that you are worthy of love!! lowercase intended!
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yeonjun was tired. he was pushing his limits and he knew it. the members had gone home already, reminding him to not practice too much late in the night. but his mind just wouldn’t stay at rest unless he nailed their new choreography. it was hard, but he just had to do it. ignoring the tears slowly pricking at his eyes, and the ache in his body, he went to start the song again, just as you walked in, your face peeping from the door, with a bright smile on your face, and take-out in your hand. as yeonjun turned around to look at you, the tension in his shoulders dissipated. you were here. it’ll be alright.
soobin had promised you a whole night with his attention only and only on you. with all his promotions, you’d barely been able to see him. however, the activities of the day had him wanting to simply go home and drop on the bed. as he opened the door to your apartment, the guilt of not being energetic enough for you weighed down on him. the moment he entered your home, the smell of warm soup and noodles invaded his senses. he saw you, an apron tied around your waist, trying your best to plate the food perfectly. comfort was the only way he could express what he felt in that moment. somehow, he just knew that you wouldn’t mind if he wasn’t his usual, lively self; his company would be enough, and yours for him. he wanted this for the rest of his life.
beomgyu whined loudly as he had to pay rent to you for the fifth time now. monopoly would be the bane of his existence and, just his luck, he turned out to be worse at it than you. you cackled, poking and teasing him about whether he had enough money or not, a pout permanently settled on his face. he handed you the money dejectedly, quickly tackling you to the ground while you were counting it. he tickled you relentlessly, set on avenging himself. you shouted and giggled under him, trying to swat his hands away. as the tickling slowly came to a stop, you opened your eyes and looked up at your boyfriend. beomgyu was simply looking down at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. he wanted to be the reason of your laughter.
it hit taehyun like a tornado. he had decided to go to the gym on his free day, and was going to have lunch with you after. to distract him from the pain as he was doing his fiftieth pull-up, he thought about why he worked out. your image suddenly flashed in front of his eyes. his eyes shot open and he fell. placing a panicked hand on the wall, he caught his breath. whenever he thought about it, his reason for working out was always to be able to be fit enough to protect himself and the people he loved. now.... it was you. he wanted to protect you and your stunning smile. he worked out to keep you safe, to be capable enough for you. no matter what happened, he swore to himself to always be there for you. you were his priority.
valentine’s day never really mattered to huening kai. the expectations that came with it made him anxious. you’d never told him what you thought of the holiday but, if it mattered to you, he wanted it to be perfect. he was in the kitchen, watching a video to learn how to make the perfect valentine’s breakfast, when you drowsily walked in. while you grabbed a cup of water, hyuka wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, and wished you a happy valentine’s day. you smiled softly and kissed him on his cheek, wishing him back, but then expressing how you never really cared much for the holiday. you suggested to just lie around in your sweats and and binge the netflix show both of you had wanted to watch, and that is exactly what you did. hyuka felt completely at peace with you, the expectations of the world faded into the background.
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Okay so the online community is basically non-existent (screaming crying throwing up) but if you're interested in non-mainstream dnd type actual-plays I need you to check out Tabletopnotch right now I'm so serious. Their first campaign was in a homebrew world, it's called A Peak Beneath The Veil, they have bite-sized recaps about ten minutes long if you can't make it through full episodes (about three hours), BUT I've been watching their new campaign called Brunkhollow and I'm completely obsessed.
Brunkhollow is a low-magic campaign, where most magics disappeared (wiped off the planet by the gods?) years ago, and only Clerics use magic. They're highly regarded as Bad News, so make sure you don't run across one! In any case, Brunkhollow centres around this group of people arriving in a new town called, you guessed it, Brunkhollow! This town is only about a year old, and is surrounded by something called the Cusp, which is important to remember when travelling there, as Brunkhollow is known as a "blind-spot to the gods", and no magic or Clerics can be found here. It's a godless place, and gives big Deadwood vibes honestly. Everyone here is trying to get by, find work, start a business. It's said that the only reason anyone comes to Brunkhollow is because "they're either running from something or coming to find someone".
Anyways the DM is amazing, the way he truly inhabits each NPC as he plays them, the physicality and descriptions and voices are just stellar, all the player characters are amazing and I love them, I always think I have a favourite and it changes every twenty minutes or so, I'm only on episode four but I've been watching bits and pieces via YouTube shorts and Instagram for months, seriously the props and the maps and the roleplay and the battles, it's all so good, please go check them out!! They're on YouTube, Twitch (they stream on Sundays!), they have a Discord server which is the most active place for fans, and a TikTok which they also stream on and post clips to!
I'll never stop singing their praises okay they're so so good I'm proud of them??? Seriously you won't regret checking them out they're so fantastic I'm obsessed
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Me and the love of my life @pan-of-pogis decided what pronouns we think everyone uses in The Amazing Digital Circus. They're all queer, obviously.
Pomni: She/he
Ragatha: She/they
Jax: He/they
Gangle: They/them
Kinger: He/it
Zooble: Any
Cain: Any
Bubble: Any
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Hazel “I brought you into this world and I can take you out of it” Levesque
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Today my therapist introduced me to a concept surrounding disability that she called "hLep".
Which is when you - in this case, you are a disabled person - ask someone for help ("I can't drink almond milk so can you get me some whole milk?", or "Please call Donna and ask her to pick up the car for me."), and they say yes, and then they do something that is not what you asked for but is what they think you should have asked for ("I know you said you wanted whole, but I got you skim milk because it's better for you!", "I didn't want to ruin Donna's day by asking her that, so I spent your money on an expensive towing service!") And then if you get annoyed at them for ignoring what you actually asked for - and often it has already happened repeatedly - they get angry because they "were just helping you! You should be grateful!!"
And my therapist pointed out that this is not "help", it's "hLep".
Sure, it looks like help; it kind of sounds like help too; and if it was adjusted just a little bit, it could be help. But it's not help. It's hLep.
At its best, it is patronizing and makes a person feel unvalued and un-listened-to. Always, it reinforces the false idea that disabled people can't be trusted with our own care. And at its worst, it results in disabled people losing our freedom and control over our lives, and also being unable to actually access what we need to survive.
So please, when a disabled person asks you for help on something, don't be a hLeper, be a helper! In other words: they know better than you what they need, and the best way you can honor the trust they've put in you is to believe that!
Also, I want to be very clear that the "getting angry at a disabled person's attempts to point out harmful behavior" part of this makes the whole thing WAY worse. Like it'd be one thing if my roommate bought me some passive-aggressive skim milk, but then they heard what I had to say, and they apologized and did better in the future - our relationship could bounce back from that. But it is very much another thing to have a crying shouting match with someone who is furious at you for saying something they did was ableist. Like, Christ, Jessica, remind me to never ask for your support ever again! You make me feel like if I asked you to call 911, you'd order a pizza because you know I'll feel better once I eat something!!
Edit: crediting my therapist by name with her permission - this term was coined by Nahime Aguirre Mtanous!
Edit again: I made an optional follow-up to this post after seeing the responses. Might help somebody. CW for me frankly talking about how dangerous hLep really is.
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