#omg and the colours and indie music

[unoriginalityriver]

getting real nostalgic over 2020 for some reason.

[elliesmainhoe]

ellie x grunge/goth!reader hcs?? <3

Ellie Williams Headcanons: Grunge/Goth!Reader

Grunge

So I feel like modern Ellie also dresses kinda grunge, very much like she does in the canon post-apocalyptic world she already lives in.

Ripped shirts, scratched up boots, the works.

You both share a very large vinyl collection <3

Ellie and you both have very complex tastes in music. You guys like absolutely everything.

Rock from the 70s, indie from the 2010s, orchestral pieces from the 40s. Absolutely. Everything.

You own a German shepherd (idk why I thought of that, but you do)

Look at the baby 😭

Painting eachother's nails <3

Hers are black ofc, maybe ones white on occasion.

You usually let her pick the colour for your nails. (Usually a mess of chaotic colours that only work together because Ellie did it.

Goth

She thinks your so cool

OMG if you wear makeup that's pale and black bold eyeliner

Example:

You let her try and replicate your makeup. Never again.

Spilled eyeliner, smudges of powder, makeup stains on hoodies.

Corsets are the bane of your existence. The amount of times you've had to say "Ells can you fasten me up?"

You loved this fucking dress, the stupid, flowy, black, knee length dress. It was beautiful- it had all the amazing witchy, gothic, grungy vibes you'd been looking for.

However beauty is pain, and the top half was fitted with a structured intricate lace covered corset. And unfortunately for you fate was not on your side, hence the very uncomfortable position you were currently in.

Your left arm trying desperately to tighten the strings, spinning around in circles like a dog chasing its tail, but a human... Trying to fasten your clothes....

"ughh... Am I interrupting something..?"

"shut up." You grumbled looking over at Ellie who was leaning against the bedroom doorframe, head bowing down to try and conceal the amused expression in her face.

"just get over here and tie me up." You said, face turning red as you realized the connotations of what you had just said

"yes ma'am"

Black cat and black cat vibes.

You two basically are always just chilling, her doing one thing and you doing another in comfortable silence

Very cute dynamic. I approve ✔️

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[eeteernity]

Gekko x reader

im witting this bc when i was on the gekko x reader tag i was in the top blogs and i felt like an imposter so now i have to write one

cw: fluff

you want an indie boyfriend who skates and introduces you to music, clothes and overall just loves you? Gekko is right there in the corner staring at you in adoration

You were quite new in the protocol, you joined right after neon, so only 2 more people joined after you. You pretty much got along with everyone there, even being tolerated by viper and reyna. (you think reyna only didnt hate your guts because you were a radiant)

though you did like to hang out with neon, raze, jett and phoenix a lot. Those 4 you seemed to mesh really well with, very loud and outgoing people. Which is why it was such a shock when another agent joined.

“Everyone this is gekko, The new guy who will be joining you guys on missions, make sure to treat him well.”

Brim said sternly, while gekko just gave a bit of a goofy wave. It was love at first site.

“he’s so fine omg.”

“i know…”

you and neon whispered to each other. You couldn’t take your eyes off him, he was just so different to most the people here, he looked more relaxed and chill. Sage then took him off to show his room.

“yo (y/n) you should get to know him, he looks so cool.”

neon said with a sly smile.

“honestly I will.”

reyna looked over to you and neon and just rolled her eyes muttering ‘kids’ under her breath before walking away.

you decided to leave him alone for a bit just for him to get settled in. Sitting in the common room you switch through channels trying to find something interesting to watch. However you didn’t have to wait for long to talk to the new guy.

“hey you’re (agent name) right? sage told me your name by the way. im not a stalker or anything!”

he said putting his hands up defensively with a small smile.

“oh hey! yeah I’m (agent name) but you can call me (y/n), I don’t keep my name a secret here. It’s nice to meet you! are you liking it here?”

“yeah it’s super chill, i’m loving the vibe here. my name is mateo by the way”

he says as he sits near you on the couch.

“anything i can help you with? or did you just want to talk to me?”

you say in a teasing tone, causing his cheeks to go slightly pink.

“oh yeah i was actually wondering if you knew any places to eat around here? specifically chinese im really in the mood for that right now! But i also wanted to talk to you!”

he again said defensively.

“oh yeah i know a shit ton. you want me to go with you or just give you directions?”

“oh sí that would be great if you came along, you could help me order!”

“okay let me just go put on some shoes”

you and gekko went off to a near by street that had many food places, on the way you engaged with the usual first meeting talk like ‘how old are you?’ ‘favourite colour?’’where you from’ just the normal stuff. You got to the food place and decided to eat it there instead of takeaway. it was a small place, a family owned business. it was quaint

“so (y/n) what do you plan to get?”

“hmmm i’ll go with this one”

you point to your usual oder on the menu.

“i’ll get that too!”

you and gekko order and just keep talking. its nice, he’s really nice, and chill, and good looking and you’re staring at him again.

“so you wanna tell me about the people we work with? por favour.”

“oh yeah okay so, everyone’s really nice. Maybe not viper and reyna but they’re nice deep down… i think.

“ohhh reyna is actually the one who trains me!”

“really?! that’s cool as. Omen was the one who trained me when i first arrived. but anyway, keep your eardrums safe around raze she can be a bit loud.”

“veo, veo.”

you two keep discussing everyone until your food arrives.

“woah this looks good as, great pick (y/n)!”

“yeah, also i’ll pay for you if you want. I got spare cash”

“really! thats so nice!! gracias!”

eventually you get back, completely stuffed from the food.

“yo (y/n)! Gekko! you’re back. You guys want to watch a movie with me, raze, killjoy, sage, jett and omen?”

neon asked as soon as you walked through the door.

“yeah im down, what about you (y/n)?”

“yeah same! what movie are we watching?”

“a horror! its going to be so fun, just come to the common room when you’re ready.”

neon says before sprinting away. You look over to gekko and see him slightly frozen.

“you scared of horror movies or something?”

gekko nods his head slightly.

“don’t worry you can grab onto my arm if you get scared!”

gekko blushed a little at this.

“haha thank you (y/n)…”

the two of you walk to the common area and the movie starts. Everyone is sat in twos, Killjoy and raze, omen and sage, jett and neon.

the movie starts out well not too many scares but then the first jump scare happens. Making neon and Gekko jump

“oh shit!”

he says as he grabs onto your arm.

“sorry, didn’t mean to grab onto you.”

“its alright mateo-“

“shhhh!”

jett shushes the both of you.

the movie continues. With gekko basically clinging onto you for dear life. so like a good person you rub his back for him to clam down. he shivers at your touch. The movie ends, and killjoy and raze are giggling to themselves about how bad it was. omen and sage thank everyone for watching the movie as they walk to go do their own thing. while jett is comforting neon.

“neon it wasn’t that bad!”

“yes it was jett! what if that weird thing is going to come for me!!”

“come on lets go get you some water…”

which leaves you and gekko alone.

“you feeling alright?”

you ask him concerned.

“yep… yep. i’m alright. Man how do you not get scared?!”

you just shrug your shoulders.

“anyway i’m going to get ready for bed. If you get scared i don’t mind you waking me up or anything. I’m here for you.”

“okay, thanks for spending the day with me (y/n) it was really nice to get to know you!”

you leave.

He’s so cool..

i really like her..

OKAY THATS THE ENDING I MIGHT CONTINUE IT WHO KNOWS BUT I JUST WANTED TO GET THIS OUT. SORRY IF IT’S BAD I DIDN’T REALLY KNOW WHERE IT WAS GOING

[planetkiimchi]

people watching | b.c

no. 4 of my song collection

featuring: producer!chan x ceo!reader, and the rest of stray kids in varying positions in the music industry

word count: 12352

warnings: pg13, quite a bit of swearing, vomit, alcohol, rooftops (?), crying if you don't like that, angst

summary — you’re a hurricane, and chan knows this all too well. you’re the one who crashed into his life on a regular afternoon, bringing him into the middle of an industry he’s always been at the edges of. he would never like to fall in love with his boss, but you’re a lovable tornado, and for all your chaos, both of you still love to sit down and take a break. those who know, call it “people watching”.

playlist. people watching by conan gray ; 18 by one direction ; wolfgang by stray kids ; omg by newjeans ; coping by rosie darling ; dna by lany

a/n: there’s a little bit of … smau hints here. i guess. i’m not really sure what to call it. also, 12.5K words ? that’s so crazy. i wanna thank my beloved @blue-jisungs for beta reading this. i know you had a headache n everything but thank you so so much for your comments n feedback, it def feels so much more polished w your help <3 and as always i hope y'all enjoy!

if you liked it, REBLOG it.

prologue.

Y/N’S MOTHER WAS A MUSICIAN. A few years back, she started up her own business producing records, but after a while the company still wasn't doing that great. As her child, Y/n took an interest in the company and began to start promoting it better.

You found several producers that you enjoyed listening to music from, and with some promotion (and help from your brother Jisung), everything went swimmingly.

By some miracle or other, the company, SFX labels, accidentally went viral on TikTok. You had Jisung to thank for that, because he was the one who had found Seungmin to manage the online presence of the company. People started taking an interest in your company, and you built up your brand on finding indie music makers and making them big.

Jisung also helped to find amateur musicians or producers with potential, and trained them, teaching them how to become better at their craft.

However, over time and as the company grew, you found your position growing more and more mundane. Your work was boring at best, soul-sucking at times, and you found yourself wondering how you went from passionately enjoying your work to the place you were at.

Your mother suggested you take a break, and you decided to wander around "Lonely St.". It was a little alleyway near your old residence, and was so fondly called because it was a narrow street where many beginner indie musicians frequented. Shops that sold music albums and instruments lined the street. Often shaded, the street was safe from crowds and human traffic was low.

When you were younger, you had often gone there with your mum on visits to see the producers and musicians there. While she tried to strike a deal with them, you would busy yourself with the gadgets and music paraphernalia. Some were expensive, but that was just how music was.

Everyone there was friendly and as you grew into your early twenties, you used to go there for inspiration, bringing home your ideas and channeling them into music. Sometimes your mother would help you develop it, leading to the songs stored on your laptop for nostalgia.

Seeking to rekindle your passion for music, you headed over to Lonely St. and went into the second shop, one with posters tacked up on the wall.

The store was silent, but not eerily so. Instead of cobwebs and dust covering the room, it was all colourful band posters and stickers, all the records neatly stacked up in piles. You barely had enough space to walk, but it only felt cozy, and not too crowded at all.

The decor reminded you of a gothy teenager's room, instruments hidden in the corners and the soft humming of a song playing through the speakers, lyrics indiscernible. Among the magazines and albums you found a man hidden deep inside his work, frowning in concentration.

You cleared your throat and he looked up; you recognised him vaguely but didn't dare to ask. It had been years since you had come to the store, surely he wouldn't remember you from his time working there.

He didn't recognise you, nor did he know that you were now the CEO of a music producing company.

He greeted you in a friendly manner, but looked clearly agitated as he wanted to get back to his work. You dismissed him with a wave, telling him to concentrate on his music while you browsed through old records of musicians you had grown up listening to.

Time passed differently in places like that. Secluded, detached from the outer world, it was so easy to get lost in the dusty archives of history. Songs told tales people didn't understand, like a language with familiar sounds, yet indiscernible the more one tried to listen to it.

In liberal spaces like that, with light filtering through the cluttered windows, you barely realised that two hours had passed. The labyrinth of songs had you hooked, and you would have stayed there all day if you could. You picked up an old CD of an album you vividly remembered playing at your eighteenth birthday party, and picked it up to ask if the man could put it on for a bit.

However, he looked engrossed in his work and you didn't want to disturb him. He worried his lip and tilted his head, groaning softly in frustration. Clearly what he was doing wasn't working for him. You didn't want to disturb him; you knew he would be annoyed, but you needed to go home soon.

You carefully placed the CD case in your hand back down; startled by the sound he glanced up suddenly, realising how silent the store was without the rustling sound of you browsing through the endless albums.

"How may I help you?"

You were tempted to ask him to play you his song, but that might be like intruding on a private part of his soul. You would know how it felt.

You fumbled in your purse for a business card. Would that be too odd? To go, "Hey, I run a company, I think your music would be great even if I haven't heard it yet"? Because you somehow had the gut feeling that he would be perfect, and you knew your instincts never failed you.

You shook your head and dismissed those thoughts. You didn’t want to make him feel awkward. Instead, you decided to buy the record, and the man proudly showed you that it had been signed by the singer.

“It’s a little more expensive, though, because of that. That’s why it hasn’t been bought yet,” he told you sheepishly.

“Oh, that’s fine. I don’t mind spending a bit more.”

He clearly expected you to change your mind when he showed you the price, although you knew from experience that signed records tended to sell for much more, so you were already prepared.

It was, after all, a small price to pay for the discovery of the man himself.

HE FREQUENTED YOUR THOUGHTS for the next week. Even buried in work, with papers piling up for you to sign, projects waiting to be approved, people looking to sign with your label, and managers looking to clear the policies on dating for the singers under them, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

The mysterious song producer who made music on the side while he ran a music store along Lonely St. had caught your eye, and was not likely to leave your mind anytime soon.

You really wanted to get to know him better, but you had no time. Besides, people didn’t often go to stores with strangers to buy expensive items. Usually, they would go once they’d established a rapport with the people there. Lonely St. was there for the community, not just the things they sold and the treasure trove of advice and ideas the people harboured.

You tapped your fingers against the table impatiently as someone knocked on your door. You glanced at the clock and sighed. If you could, you would have liked to get off work early, but it was still two hours before your official working hours ended.

“Come in,” you called.

Your assistant, Seungmin, entered the room. Looking around at the mess of papers that lay on your table, he sighed loudly and obviously.

“What?” you asked defensively. 

“I sent the papers in neatly, organising them by manager and then group or singer in order of importance and urgency. I even had different stacks of folders for projects, people looking to sign with us, and policy issues. And you just leave them strewn around? You really don’t appreciate my effort, do you?”

You scrunched up your nose. “Sorry, Seungmin. Promise I'll get to filing them away later. I'm just not in the mood right now.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Is this because you have too much work? I heard you went to Lonely St. last week. Was the break too short?”

You nod unhappily. “I really want to go back, I think I stumbled across a real gem there. I saw someone making music and I'd love to hear it, he sounds like he’d be great for our label and I want to know what kind of concept he would fit.”

“But?”

“But he’s a stranger! I daren’t ask, you know how I get about these sorts of things.”

“Hm.” Seungmin looked through his phone, then smiled at you. “Well, I think you’re in luck. Jisung just texted me about going to Lonely St. to ‘run some errands’. He said he’d go with Minho-hyung, but he’s busy with work too. I could fit it in your schedule if you get all of this organised for me to return to everyone who’s waiting for it.”

You nod. “That sounds good. So, is tomorrow too soon?”

“No,” Seungmin said, taking it down. “Enjoy yourself, Y/n-ssi.”

“Thanks, Seungminie.”

SOMETIMES YOU WONDERED where Jisung got his upbeat personality from. Personally, you were a very chill person, and both you and Jisung were introverts, like your mother. Your father was more outgoing, but none of you were particularly high in energy besides Jisung.

It was quite intriguing, you mused to yourself, humming quietly as you waited for Jisung to arrive. You were early, but you couldn’t disguise your excitement. You’d finally get to meet the man again! Hopefully, he would be there and not somewhere else. Many of the shop owners took turns hiring different part-timers looking for a side job to make a bit of money while they sought an agent or company willing to take them.

Fortunately for you, Jisung was a lucky charm. You went with him to pick up a few magazines for him to decorate his room. Ever since he was a teenager, he’d been a collector of photos, and whenever a magazine cover featured his favourite artists, he couldn’t help but to buy it to add it to his collection.

His room was filled with posters and magazines, but somehow it hadn’t turned away any of his friends or lovers.

Once you’d picked up what Jisung wanted, you dragged him by his wrist to the store named ‘St(r)ay Away’. You loved the play on words, and that was what had drawn your mother in as well when you first went there.

Behind the counter was the man you’d been looking for. He was tapping away at his computer, mouth pursed in concentration. He glanced up when the ringing bell sound signalled your entrance, and smiled at both of you, eyes lighting up when he caught sight of Jisung.

“Ah, Jisung, hello! Good to see you again. I see you’ve got new magazine covers?”

Jisung grinned proudly. “Yep! Look, Twice-sunbaenim even did an interview inside! I can’t wait to read it when I get back.”

The man nodded. “And this is…?”

“My sibling, Y/n! they brought me here, actually. Y/n, are you looking for something?”

“You,” you blurted out, staring incredulously at the man. Seriously, what was it with Jisung and his charm? You could never have made friends with someone the way Jisung did.

“Chan?” Jisung asked you, confused. “What do you mean?”

“Ah, nothing. I was just surprised to see him again. I came here last week, and spoke with him when getting my album. I was particularly interested in what song he was arranging.”

“Oh, that. I was just working on a few songs for myself. I'm looking to release them, but I haven’t found anyone to help me with that yet,” Chan explained.

“You know you can always sign with us, hyung.”

“I don’t know if I'd fit your concept. And your label is so big! I might be overshadowed and I wouldn’t like that.”

“Jisung’s right,” you interject. “You’re welcome to sign with us, if you’d like. here’s my business card, in case you’d like to speak with me instead of—” you looked Jisung up and down— “this fool.”

Chan stifled a laugh, taking the card from your hands with a slight bow of his head. “I'll consider it.”

“And send me a song or two! I'd love to listen to what concept you have going on so I can match you with someone who understands your creative vision.”

Chan bowed his head again. “Nice meeting you, Y/n. And thanks for dropping by, Jisung. See y’all next time!”

SEUNGMIN RAPPED IMPATIENTLY on the door. He didn’t even wait for you to invite him in, which was odd because on normal days Seungmin did at least have the manners and the dignity to wait for your reply before barging in. He might have had a tongue that was quick to lash out and a well-hidden sailor’s mouth, but he wasn’t often rude in terms of entering.

“It’s Minho-hyung,” he managed breathlessly. “I had to run up because the lift wasn’t working, but that’s the message I got downstairs. Minho-hyung’s back in town.”

You swiveled around in your chair and raised an eyebrow skeptically, gesturing for Seungmin to sit and catch his breath, all the while humming as you thought about what this could mean.

Minho was your and Jisung’s childhood best friend. You grew up together, and your fathers played music together on the weekends, while you kids got together for a marshmallow-roasting by the fire. You knew everything about Minho that there was to know about him, and one thing about him was that he simply could not settle down.

He had spent five or six years as a dance teacher by now, having started out young. He was always restless, and it had been you who had suggested he go to a dance lesson with you. Ballet had left a terrible impression on him but a couple years later he did pick up contemporary in school.

He later expanded his repertoire to street jazz and hip hop, and more specific skills like popping and waacking. Two years back, Jisung had invited him to join SFX labels as a choreographer, and each one of his dances had outdone the previous one.

But the thing was… Minho never grew out of his restlessness. Even as a young adult, he itched to move about – not just in a physical manner like dancing but on a larger scale, like travelling around. It was lucky for him that he was tall enough and looked good, so you could sign a contract with him as a model under SFX labels. He then had the opportunities to fly around the world and sightsee, all the while earning money and enjoying himself.

It was a really good deal, if you could say so yourself. Perhaps not something that would suit your taste, but to each their own.

Since he had signed on as a model and you stayed in Korea to manage SFX labels, you hadn’t been able to meet up with Minho at all. So him coming back to Korea? That was quite the news.

Besides, Minho knew how to make an entrance. He wasn’t one for blitzy and glammed up spectacles, but he knew how to do just enough to make heads turn and subtly draw the attention of everyone in the room to himself. He brought his own spotlight wherever he went, and this instance was no exception.

It was interesting that Minho had chosen now to come back, because in two weeks’ time, your company was having a party to celebrate its 5-year anniversary. Your entire family would be there, of course, and even your father, who liked to keep a low profile, would probably have to clean up and make appearances. Just to keep up the reputation.

You hummed away, lost in your thoughts. Seungmin’s breathing eased and you turned to him. “Is he free?”

Seungmin shook his head regretfully. “I’ve already asked Minho when he arrived. He said he was busy, but he would definitely meet you at the company event. Specifically, Minho wanted to be your plus-one.”

You tilted your head to the side. Minho as your plus-one? That was funny. Usually that would imply that you had some sort of higher rank than him, and although you technically did, he was still older than you by a year and had held that over you throughout your entire life. Besides, Minho had his own invitation. In fact, he should be bringing someone you hadn’t met before as his plus-one.

You and Jisung usually went as each other’s plus-ones, that way you couldn’t get into any dating rumours but you also wouldn’t look like lonely old people with no friends. You were each other’s best friends… or at least that’s what you thought.

If Minho wanted to change things up, you weren’t going to object. It was time Jisung got an official date, anyway. Wasn’t he sick of only ever having lovers for a month? This would be a good change for everyone.

You nodded at Seungmin, right before a notification flashed on your screen. Seungmin excused himself while you clicked on the notification curiously.

You immediately clicked on the files, regretting it only a little. Sure, you had more work to do, but they wouldn’t be as interesting as what Chan had sent you.

As expected, Chan’s demo-style sample got you engaged and hooked right from the start. He was very intentional in his use of unconventional sounds (did you just hear someone growl? You hoped not), and it was something refreshingly new from the constant lull of K-pop producers chasing trends.

It was raw, and clearly written just for him. It wasn’t really polished the way one cleaned up their works when they wanted to send them to someone. It felt like a first draft, something that definitely had potential but was still in the works.

You couldn’t tell if the lyrics were meant to be changed later on but you didn’t want him to tweak it much. You enjoyed the use of both English and Korean (though you had to admit, your English wasn’t very good, so you had to search up some of the words he used) and the style of the rhyming. His vocals were good, but not polished-strong. It sounded a bit husky, but he could definitely carry a tune and hit the notes he wanted to.

And the rapping definitely caught your attention. Of course you had heard good rappers before, but Chan just stood out somehow. Maybe it was the tone of his voice or his flow, but something was just… different. And you liked that.

You didn’t know if you had anyone available who could match his style, though, and you told Chan that.

You immediately dialed Seungmin to let him know how things had turned out, and asked him to send your apologies to Minho, and ask him to go with Jisung instead. It was definitely going to be an eventful party.

YOU NEEDED SEUNGMIN. Or Jisung. Or even Minho. Just someone to keep you grounded. The party was too busy and too noisy and you were finally starting to understand why your father preferred to stay at home and chill, because it was absolutely suffocating.

Conversations were happening everywhere, and polite greetings streamed out of your mouth without a second thought. You had to bow to many people but you could barely remember their names, even though you had seen them plenty of times before.

You breathed heavily in and out and your eyes scanned the crowd for Jisung. Where was he? How was he? Would he be able to take over for you while you found somewhere to rest for a bit?

A hand tapped your shoulder and you whirled around, catching sight of a familiar face. Chan. A wave of relief washed over you, and you grabbed his extended hand for support and shook it.

“Glad you could make it.”

“Me too,” he replied. “Are you alright? You look flushed.”

You shook your head. “No, I need to get away from here. But first, I need to find Jisung.”

Good things must come in series, because you finally spotted Jisung in the crowd, chatting happily away. Your social energy was drained but considering Jisung’s wasn’t, you should be okay to leave the scene for a bit.

“Ji,” you told him softly in his ear. “I need some fresh air, I’ll pop out for a bit.” He nodded absently and you caught sight of his jacket on a chair. “And if you’re not using this, can I borrow it? I’ll return it to you later.” He nodded and waved you off, his conversation never pausing for even a second.

You slid your hands in the jacket, grateful that you and Jisung were of about the same size. It fit like a glove, and was warm enough for you to head outside with Chan, onto the balcony.

The balcony was empty save for one person, gazing out across the wide expanse of Seoul onto the streets, brightly lit by streetlights. A whoosh of cool air hit your face, a breeze whistling past your ears. You quickly shut the door behind Chan, and he hovered behind you, unsure what to do.

The person in question turned, and your eyes met Minho’s. He was as tall as you remembered, gaze as clear and sharp as it was in your memories. He held his arms out and you collapsed into his embrace, warm and inviting around you. “I missed you,” you murmured.

“Me too.” He got down from the ledge and pulled out a chair for you to sit, finally seeming to notice Chan’s presence.

“Oh. Minho, meet Chan. Chan, meet Minho.” You stretched your lips in a nervous smile as Minho gave Chan a once over. You had seen Minho do that before, and it was the most nerve-wracking thing ever. He would slowly trail his eyes down your figure, analysing every piece of clothing you owned, your jewellery, your makeup if you had any, your smile, your eyes, your hands, even the shoes you were wearing.

And, if he deemed you worthy, he would nod. You would sigh in relief, of course. That was only polite.

Chan, however, didn’t seem to get the memo. He cocked his head as Minho swept his gaze over him and smiled when Minho nodded, proffering his hand for Minho to shake. Minho took it, and you—of all people—sighed in relief.

You gestured for Chan to sit opposite you, and Minho drew himself a chair next to you, crossing one ankle over his knee and leaning back languidly. It almost looked like a challenge to you, but Chan didn’t take the bait.

“Soo…”

You quickly became engrossed in your discussion with Chan, who, to his credit, ignored Minho for the most part and stayed completely focussed on what you were saying. You managed to discuss a price he was willing to work for, and agreed that he would release a mini album by the end of four months, with the help of one of the agents whom you’d convinced to clear her schedule.

Chan was very agreeable, only offering a different opinion when it came to his work style. He said he preferred to work in “St(r)ay Away” rather than in the studios you had, claiming that the “people watching” was good for inspiration.

You always wanted to give your artists creative freedom and control over their work environment as far as possible, so you promised to make the necessary arrangements.

Tapping on the glass interrupted you, and you turned your head at the same time as Minho to see an eager Jisung waving excitedly at both of you. Minho got up, engulfing you in another hug.

“Don’t drink too much,” he murmured. “Try not to do stupid shit. Yes, you’re a consenting adult, and no, that doesn’t make you immune to the influence of alcohol.” You nodded obediently and patted him on the back before he hurried off, anxious to catch Jisung before he got lost among the crowd again.

You sat back down and watched Chan out of the corner of your eye. As you talked with Minho, he had watched you carefully as well, noting the soft, protective tone that Minho spoke with and the ease with which you agreed. He had pulled his phone out of his pocket and began furiously typing away, humming to himself as he did so.

Curious, you thought. That was what you did when you got inspiration as well.

The lights inside seemed to get brighter as the night sky darkened, the stark contrast drawing your attention to it. You noticed Changbin, your ex, who was dancing with Jeongin, Hyunjin and Felix on the dance floor. They were having the time of their lives, finally having some freedom under your label after transferring.

The freedom in question was demonstrated when the first thing Changbin had done was to ask you to be his significant other. You probably shouldn’t have agreed but you were young, stupid and in love.

He was handsome and a good rapper but most importantly, he was kind and respectful towards women. He was also funny when he wanted to be, and all in all it had really sealed the deal for you. Only after the rumours and scandals started to threaten both of your careers, had you given in to the pressure and broken up. There were no hard feelings, but residual attraction remained.

You bid goodbye to Chan, who was already engrossed in his own thing again. He followed you back into the warmth of the building, only to settle down in one of the comfortable chairs and busy himself with his own things.

Hesitantly, you made your way towards Changbin. Although it was a company event, it wasn’t very uptight and controlled, so there were drinks being served and music being played. It was almost midnight and the mood had clearly shifted towards a more energetic, crazy mood, and Changbin was very much at home.

When he finally saw you, the world fell silent. Your breath hitched in your throat as you waited nervously for his response. Everything else had fallen away, and for a moment it was just the two of you existing in the continuum of time.

“Y/n!” He called, hugging you tightly. “It’s so good to see you again.” You greeted each of the members politely, and Hyunjin stared at you, mouth agape.

“And here I was thinking the Biny/n crumbs twitter account was the only way I could see the two of you interact again.” You rolled your eyes at Hyunjin’s sassy remark, inwardly comforted by his (however backhanded) welcoming words.

“Let’s get some drinks and talk,” Changbin suggested, and you followed mindlessly as he ordered drinks for both of you—a margarita on the rocks for you—and you sat down, amazed that he still remembered what you liked after all that time.

It was so easy to fall back into step with Changbin, it almost felt like no time had passed at all. He was still the same cheerful, positive person who had so much going on in his life. You, on the other hand, were still the one who lent a listening ear, shaking your head exasperatedly when he told you of the shenanigans he had been up to.

Of course, the two of you drank, and drank, and drank. He told you a funny story, and you drank out of a need for your hands to be occupied. You told him of your troubles, and you drank to drown your negative thoughts, he drank out of solidarity. He told you of the injuries he had sustained, you told him to be more careful. He laughed. “Yolo!” Both of you drank.

Drunk minds speak sober thoughts. That’s what they said, wasn’t it? It must have been true because you would not have been able to catch up with Changbin for so long if you had been sober. The conversation would have dwindled when it came to a sensitive topic, and the atmosphere would have grown awkward.

But it was easier when you were drunk. Everything seemed to spill out of you like the liquid courage you were consuming, and no barriers remained to hold anything back. It flowed and it flowed, words that you would never had uttered if you still possessed any form of sobriety.

Changbin must not have noticed, because he did not comment. You were both too flushed and too drunk to form any kind of coherent thought, and the only thing you wanted when the world started spinning was to get away from everything. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and Changbin stumbled after you.

However, he was too drunk to walk straight, and was quickly taken away by Hyunjin with an apologetic smile towards you. You didn’t see it, consumed only by the bile in your throat and the swimming of your vision.

You went to the bathroom, only making it as far as the one meant for wheelchair-bound persons when you collapsed over the toilet bowl, unvoluntarily regurgitating your previous meal.

The taste of mushed up food remained in your mouth, the acid burning your throat. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you sighed, rinsing whatever was left out of your mouth and washing your face. You also removed any of the minimal makeup you had applied to make yourself look presentable.

Your eyes looked smaller, and you could now see the imperfections on your face, but at least you were authentic. Right?

You pushed the door open (it had closed by itself) and almost slammed it in Chan’s face.

There he stood, arms hanging awkwardly by his side, watching you with concern. You wobbled, and his arms subconsciously stretched out to catch you. You leaned onto him for support and he tried to help you walk away from the toilet.

“Where do you want to go?” Chan asked you worriedly. “You really don’t look good, Y/n-ssi. I think you should go home.”

“Mm… Can’t. Need to find… Jisung. He’ll know what to do,” was all you managed before you passed out, slumped in Chan’s arms.

Fuck. Chan stared at you, completely flabbergasted. What should he do? He had never had to deal with drunk bosses before. Sure, he had dealt with his fair share of drunk friends, but never someone who was superior to him in rank, much less a stranger whom he had just met a few weeks ago. 

He decided to bring you back to Jisung, when Minho spotted him.

Minho’s eyes hardened and his smile disappeared into a thin line when he spotted Chan holding your body, leading you away from the gender-neutral bathroom meant for wheelchair-bound people.

He had been talking to Jisung and catching up with Jeongin and Felix, finally loosening up as the evening progressed, and Chan just happened to be in his line of sight.

And, of course, you. Of course you had ignored what he had told you and gotten drunk and blacked out. Of course you ended up in the arms of a man he didn’t know, whom you had been talking to when the night was still young. And best of all, of course you had to be dragged out, unconscious, from a bathroom. Who knew what could have happened to you inside the bathroom?

“Ji,” he called once, loud enough for Jisung to hear, before he made his way over to you, all but snatching you from Chan’s arms.

He shifted you in his arms so he could comfortably carry you, bridal style, glaring at Chan. “I don’t really know who you are, but if I find out you’ve done anything to Y/n, you’re a dead man.”

Jisung rushed over to his side, his smile falling off his face when he saw what was happening. “Chan-hyung? Minho-hyung? Anyone would like to fill me in?”

“I saw him with Y/n, dragging their unconscious ass out of a toilet. Who knows what he’s done to them,” Minho replied viciously before Chan had a chance to answer.

“Chan-hyung… seriously? I thought you and them were just friends,” Jisung said disappointedly. Chan tried to defend himself, but both Minho and Jisung turned their backs on him, Minho pressing his forehead to yours as he carried you out to Jisung’s car.

THE NEXT MORNING, you woke up to natural light streaming in through the windows, and the delicious smell of pancakes wafting in from the kitchen. You hurriedly dressed and got out of the room, spotting Minho and Jisung whispering to each other urgently as they sat at the table, clearly waiting for you to make an appearance.

“Morning.”

“Morning. I tried to tell Minho-hyung you were old enough to deal with a hangover yourself, but he just wouldn’t listen.” You looked carefully at Minho: at his disheveled hair, his bloodshot eyes, and the messy creases in his suit from the night before. He looked like he hadn’t slept a wink.

As if reading your mind, Jisung explained, “He sat by your bed all night, afraid you would wake up and have some horror story to tell about last night. He didn’t sleep at all.”

Poor Minho. He definitely needed his beauty sleep, but it was alright because he was pretty either way. You checked your phone; luckily Jisung had had the presence of mind to help you charge it and you had received several messages. A couple were from your parents, telling you to sleep well and let them know if anything had happened, and from Seungmin, Hyunjin and Changbin, in that order, asking if you were okay. Seungmin also asked if you were coming for work or calling in sick. The last one was from Chan. He asked if you were okay, if Minho was mad at him, and if you were going to reconsider the deal. He’d understand if things had changed, he said.

You told him it was still on and Seungmin would deal with the logistics. You replied to everyone, explaining that you were fine and thanking them for their worry. You told Seungmin you’d be late but not to any meetings. You’d be there in an hour, you said.

You told Jisung that you needed a lift. He told you to take your things and he’d meet you in the car once he took his keys.

Minho watched you blankly, too tired to function. You tilted his chin up to get a good look at him, sighed when you saw the bags under his eyes, pressed a kiss to his forehead and thanked him for bringing you home; for noticing you passed out even when there were so many other people there blocking you from his sight.

He returned your smile tiredly. “I’ll always be there for you. We agreed, remember?”

You did.

WORK WAS SO DRAINING, all you wanted to do was go home and sleep. You would give anything to leave the room and the discussion, and the meeting being about the most mundane things ever was not helping. Obviously you understood the importance of market share and dealing with your competitors, but you were not in the mood to listen to the board’s insistence on rebranding or some other form of expanding your target audience.

Was this what corporate life was like? Because you definitely weren’t cut out for it. Your eyelids were drooping and you were dangerously close to collapsing on the table if it weren’t for the caffeine running through your veins.

Seungmin had greeted you with coffee that morning, “under Minho’s orders” to make sure you weren’t too hungover and also to keep you awake. It helped keep the headache at bay, and you thanked Minho.

He hadn’t replied yet, so you assumed that he had finally gone to get his beauty sleep, glad that you hadn’t asked him to drive you that morning.

One of the board directors was talking your ear off, and you had almost forgotten about Chan. At least, until he clocked in for work, claiming to have “reached his studio”. It was accompanied with a goofy selfie of him at St(r)ay Away.

You were confused by how comfortable he seemed to be with texting you and also his excitement to get to know you, which showed through his messages. But it was cute, and you were starting to warm up to him.

Chan was insane. He sent you a picture of the progress he had made and you were glad you could be there to keep him accountable. You ran a company and you couldn’t do that for everyone. But then again, you didn’t personally recruit everyone, and not everybody helped get you out of a creative slump. So you supposed you could make exceptions when it came to Chan.

He shot you a quick text, saying “going home now! you should too 🥱” and the corners of your lips lifted in the smallest of smiles. It was only something small, but the gentle reminder to take a break and not to overwork yourself made your day.

Still grinning like a fool, you dialed Seungmin’s desk and told him to go home as well, a skip in your step as you made your way to Minho’s car. Since the company event, he said he wanted to drop you off at work and pick you up to keep you safe. (How crazy that he cared for you more than Jisung did; Jisung didn’t give enough fucks to give you a lift to and from work.) In return, you offered for him to stay at your and Jisung’s place, and he took up residence in the guest room.

He opened the door for you, asking you about your day. You told him of all the boring administrative things, keeping to yourself the texts that Chan had sent you. They were just a one-time thing, you thought to yourself. Sooner or later, the novelty of texting you would be lost, and Chan would not check in with you anymore.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

Chan continued to text you about your day every day for the time period leading up to the release date for his album, for which a name was pending. He didn’t seem to send you any more songs after that, which you sorely missed.

He probably didn’t dare to overstep his boundaries, which you understood. But you didn’t want him walking on eggshells every time he interacted with you. So one day, you impulsively told Chan that you could be a beta listener for his songs if he wanted to send them to you. You didn’t do that for everyone, because you’d be a very busy person, but Chan’s music style appealed to you. Plus, you were constantly intrigued by what was going on in that head of his.

When Chan sent you four songs that he was planning to put in his album, you were pleasantly shocked by how he seemed to be outdoing himself. Having a purpose and a cohesive theme across several songs allowed him to express himself better, and when giving him feedback, you found that you were genuinely excited for his release.

You checked your email for any updates from his agent or his manager, and entered the release date on your calendar. You wanted to be free on that day so you could congratulate him in person.

You were thinking about this as you exited your car from the passenger side, Minho coming out from the driver’s side. For the month that he had been in town so far, he had consistently driven you to work every single day. You joked that not only was that the longest amount of time he’d ever spent in one place, it was also the commitment that he’d stuck to for the longest time.

Sleepily, you laid your head on Minho’s shoulder and sighed tiredly. You really wanted to go home. The real reason that you were hanging on through all those boring meetings was that you were looking forward to Chan’s release, and you had to keep the company going for that to happen.

It was funny. Ever since you had visited “St(r)ay Away”, you felt like something was missing. It had been a brief but much-needed reprieve and without that feeling of “wow, this is what music is supposed to sound like”, you felt a sense of emptiness.

The sense of emptiness continued throughout the entire day, only intensifying when you were in the presence of Jisung’s “partners” (whom you greatly disagreed with). Their creative vision of the company was going to absolutely destroy all your morals and everything you stood for as a CEO. You wanted to promote small groups, give artists freedom in their music and emphasise on uniqueness, not follow the same concepts that were “trending”.

You didn’t care if it wasn’t as financially beneficial as the marketing gimmicks the partners had thought up, you wanted to stay true to your family and your own ideas. Besides, in the long run, were they really going to priorities their monetary gains over the mental health and the passion of the artists?

Clearly, they had no qualms about squashing the creative ideas that their artists had. “They’re i-doll-s for a reason,” one of them even joked. Jisung looked uncomfortable, but he didn’t speak out.

Annoyed with your brother and everyone in the room, you looked down at your watch and found that it was time to go home. Telling Jisung to deal with it but not make any decisions yet, you took your leave.

The door swung open and somebody stumbled back. You quickly stepped out and shut the door, coming face to face with Minho and Chan.

“Oh. Hi,” you said, forcing a smile onto your face as you looked at Chan. You hadn’t gotten your daily selfie that day, and you’d texted Chan about it, but he hadn’t read your text for the whole day.

When you turned to Minho, you saw a muscle in his jaw twitch ever so slightly. His tell. “Minho? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” he said, trying to casually brush it off. But you knew him better than that, and you weren’t just going to let it slide. Recalling the way he had been looking at Chan when you first turned to him, you deduced that it must have been related to Chan.

Speaking of which, why was Chan in the building? You and he had already agreed to let him work in his store, why had he specially come down to SFX Labels, and why today of all days?

As if reading your mind, Chan rushed to explain, “For some reason, my agent disagrees with your idea for me to release a solo album. He wanted me to produce music for I.O.U. because he and the manager are friends. I had to set up a meeting with the managers and producers, which wasn’t great. The members were friendly, but the producers were terrible. They couldn’t agree on whether they liked the music or not and constantly bickered the whole time I was there. The concept, style, and even the lyrics of their previous songs were completely different from mine, so I really wonder whose idea it was to invite me.”

You shrugged. “Stupid people are everywhere. Contrary to popular belief, I can’t be responsible for the actions of every individual under the label.”

The muscle in Minho’s jaw loosened, and he let out a snort. “You’re pretty stupid sometimes, too.”

“Not as stupid as Jisung, hopefully.”

Minho grinned. “Not as stupid as Jisung.”

CHAN KEPT HIS DISTANCE from you and Minho, close enough to keep you in his sight but far enough not to hear your conversations. Leaning tiredly on a wall, he looked up at the ceiling and sighed.

He hadn’t told you, but he thought Jisung had driven you to work in the morning when he spotted you getting out of the car. He was just about to go over and say hi to his favourite Han siblings, but got cold feet when he saw you resting your head on Minho’s shoulder. He was half thrown off by Minho’s constant affection towards you, half thrown off by how cold Minho was towards him.

Remembering Minho’s glare and his hug to you and how upset he had been finding Chan carrying your drunk self away from a public restroom, Chan had hesitated, finally deciding to just go in and not greet the two of you.

When he left the studio that evening, he was both exasperated and frustrated. He had wanted a creative, collaborative experience, not an argument he felt the need to mediate. That was why he preferred to work alone in a (mostly) quiet place and he regretted listening to his agent instead of consulting you.

He had been engrossed in his unhappiness, not watching where he was going. He hadn’t texted you that morning because of the Minho incident, and you had asked him about it. Chan had just been about to reply with two selfies (one to make up for it and one for the end of work) when he crashed into Minho. Minho and Chan both immediately apologised, Chan bowing in greeting to his senior, when Minho recognised him.

It was difficult to ignore the daggers Minho was sending his way, especially when Chan got the idea Minho didn’t have the best impression of him.

“Oh, it’s you.”

“Yeah,” Chan grimaced. “It’s me.” Minho didn’t look too happy. He would probably have given Chan a piece of his mind. Chan was readying himself for a “stay away from Y/n, you don’t deserve her” kind of spiel when, luckily for Chan, you walked out of the door, almost crashing into him. Again.

He kept quiet while you laughed with Minho, pressing his lips together and trying not to think about how it would feel if you were to have that kind of banter with him. Would he even be able to say something funny like that to you or would he turn into a stammering, blushing mess?

It was hard to tell.

But one thing was for sure. You and Minho had a dynamic that was hard to replicate, and he didn’t want to cross any boundaries. Even if they weren’t set in stone or clearly spelt out, he didn’t want to ruin whatever you had going on with Minho. He decided to remain civil with you, continuing to text you but never making a move.

After all, he didn’t stand a chance against Minho.

IT HAD BEEN THREE MONTHS. Three months since Minho’s arrival in Seoul and he was still there. You couldn’t believe it.

Every morning, you awoke from your bed (trying not to wake Jisung up on his side of the room, he had moved in to make space for Minho), and you tiptoed over to Minho’s room, fully expecting it to be empty.

You would have been less surprised to see an empty, cleaned out room with no evidence that Minho had ever been there, with maybe a short note that said “Goodbye. Don’t miss me too much” than what was happening.

It was early in the morning and Minho was still fast asleep, but still very much there. Physically present. It was such a shock to you and it was probably the longest time that Minho had ever been in one place, besides when he was too young to travel.

He must have had a sixth sense, because after about a minute or so of you staring at him to confirm that he wasn’t going to disappear magically, he sleepily blinked his eyes open and caught sight of you.

“Morning,” he mumbled, the corners of his lips lifting up into a smile.

“Good morning. Do you want me to make ramyeon or are you content with just the bread from yesterday?”

“Ramyeon sounds good,” he replied.

As Minho changed his clothes, you headed to the kitchen to make ramyeon. You were still half asleep, barely going through the actions, and when you set the bowl of noodles onto the dining table, you were caught off guard by Minho’s excited smile.

“What is it?” You asked suspiciously. Knowing Minho, he only smiled like that before he was about to play a prank on you, or when he was up to something sneaky.

“I think we should go to an open class,” Minho said, face impassive. He fought to keep his composure as he watched the struggle of emotions flashing across your face.

“What, like learn a dance? Together with a bunch of strangers?”

“Basically, yeah. I found this place and I’ve already booked it a while back. It’s pretty crowded sometimes so I decided to ask you later and just cancel if you didn’t want to go. I’d pay and everything.”

You would probably have said no, but you felt bad after all that Minho had done. Anyway, it wouldn’t be a complete disaster, right? You could only make so much of a fool out of yourself. Surely it would be fine.

It was not fine. Minho was not lying when he said that it would be crowded and if the morning hadn’t made your day, you would never have gone for another open class in your life.

The two of you had left a note for Jisung, telling him that you’d be gone for the day, and headed to a coffee shop to get a cup of coffee. The weather was lovely, a breeze gusting past as you sat outside the shop, precariously balanced on the metal stools, blowing on your coffee to cool it down. As you sipped your drink gingerly, Minho told you all about his adventures.

He told you about Italy and their delicious pizza, how there everyone’s mother was a cook and he was always invited for a meal at a different person’s house after each dance session. He had even bought a piece of art from one of the painters there and proudly kept it in one of his luggages to bring on future trips.

He told you about Taiwan and their night markets, how he’d made new friends with the dancers there and gone to get bubble tea and scallion pancakes together. He told you about the competition he won there, even speaking a few words of their language to convince you.

He told you about America and Turkey and Spain, and how every country’s culture and way of life was different.

He was a time chaser, if you thought about it. He wanted to experience everything that the world could offer him in the shortest time possible. When you were younger, he had come so close to dropping out of school that his parents said they would stop paying for his dance classes and competition fees if he didn’t buckle down and study.

You couldn’t understand him at the time. Why would anyone want to sacrifice the security of an education paid for by your parents to go jump into the great unknown that was the world?

But now, looking back, you understood why he was that way. Hearing his tales of his travels made you wonder if you were living life as vicariously as you could, or if you were living through the other people you saw.

And if you weren’t living, when would you start?

9.54pm

YOU PUT YOUR PHONE DOWN. Minho was spread out on the couch, facing you but not paying attention to you. You looked back down at your screen and the messages Chan had sent you and tapped Minho’s ankle with your knee.

“Yah, Lee Minho.”

“Yes, Han Y/n?”

“Chan asked me out.” This sentence caught Minho’s attention and he stiffened, head lifting up to look at you. His brows furrowed slightly and the muscle in his jaw twitched. He set his phone down, looked at you properly and gestured for you to go on.

“Do you want to go?”

“I’m not sure. I mean, he probably likes me, right? So I shouldn’t break his heart, right?”

Softer, until you almost didn’t catch it, Minho mumbled, “But the real question is, do you like him back?”

Then it was your turn to knit your eyebrows together in confusion. Did you? You had never been very good with feelings. When you were fifteen, Jisung had a crush on a girl and so did you. Naturally, Jisung acted like himself and you just hyped him up as best as he could to get him to ask her out. When she rejected him, you had been sad for Jisung but also slightly relieved. You had never told Jisung about the incident, because even when you were in your twenties, you couldn’t for the life of you think of what to say.

You couldn’t identify feelings very well and were too socially anxious to have the guts to confess. Luckily for you, Chan did. The confession had you thinking that you might have something with him. You probably liked him. And at the very least, you would have liked to start something with him.

You told Minho that, but all he had to say was, “Hmm.” What was that tone supposed to mean?

“Is there something you need to tell me, Lee Minho?”

Minho was quiet, which was not unusual. He wasn’t smiling, which was a bit unusual but not completely weird. His jaw was twitching, which was not unusual but definitely meant that there was something going on.

“I need to tell you something.”

Patiently, you waited in silence as you watched him struggle inwardly with his thoughts. His mouth opened and shut as he fought to find the right words to express himself.

“Han Y/n, I have loved you for all the time I've known you. I really, really like you and that realisation was probably what grounded me and led me to come back to this place I hate. I want to travel the world but only with you by my side and I've been searching for so long and I think I've found what i’m looking for. You.”

You must have been so stupid for not realising because of course you were the reason that Minho had stayed in Korea for so long. You remembered that morning when you had just been thinking of the very same thing. You were such a fool not to have noticed that the common factor in all of Minho’s happy stories was always you.

Didn’t you see the framed picture of you, Jisung and Minho as kids that Minho propped up at his bedside table when he first unpacked?

Didn’t you realise that Minho couldn’t—or shouldn’t—be able to drop you off because he had other commitments, but he did it anyway because his feelings for you ran deeper than just your friendship?

Didn’t you see the way his jaw twitched when he saw you speaking to Chan?

There were so many telltale signs but you were blind. He gave you signal after signal after signal but you chose to drown instead, swerving off the bridge into the deeper waters of denial.

“Then why’d you just sit there and tell me and Jisung to go for our crush when we were fifteen? You never told me you liked me your whole life. I couldn’t possibly have known.”

Minho smiled sadly. “I thought you knew when I told you I loved you that I meant it as more than friends. When I said I’d be there for you, always, I didn’t mean it lightly. You just never read into it and I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. But I had to get it off my chest before I left you, again. I don’t know if I’ll ever come back after this, Y/n.”

You tripped over yourself trying to hug Minho, but when you did, he held you so tightly that you could barely breathe. It felt as if he was trying to make up for lost time, tears streaming down his eyes.

“Oh, Minho.”

It was just like the first hug you had given him when he was in Korea again, when you saw him at the company event. His embrace was still just as warm, only that he was shaking, and you didn’t think it was from the cold.

You hugged him back just as tightly, squeezing as much comfort into your hug as you could, trying to hold him in your arms like he used to do to you.

“Please don’t leave me,” you whispered hoarsely. “I don’t think- I don’t think I could live without you.”

Minho only responded by hugging you tighter before he finally let you go, laughing as he wiped the tears from his eyes. “It’s okay. It’ll be okay. For both of us. I hope- I hope you enjoy your date. And I’ll stay a while longer. From there, we’ll see where the wind takes me, yeah? And maybe one day, you’ll come to visit me instead.”

Although Minho was playing it off and acting all nonchalant about it, you knew Minho liked to bottle up his feelings and never talk about it. In fact, he probably had a ton of bottled-up trauma he needed to talk about at some point in time.

However, for that moment, you were content not to speak about it. You would simply keep an eye out for your best friend, whom you still loved regardless.

The tension swells up Are you listening? Paddling and clambering onto your surfboards In anticipation of a wave You’re ready to ride

And all of a sudden there is quiet The peace before a storm

The raging sound of the winds And the moving ocean are lost Has no one told you to never try to tame the seas?

You must not have been a very good listener The rules try to cage a roaring beast The restrictions, limitations are pressing in.

The darkness is imminent All that is on the surface Is inconsequential The water hugs me tightly It drags me down

The silence in my ears is deafening My lungs scream for oxygen And everything goes dark

Has no one told you to never try to tame the seas? You must not have been a very good listener

I won’t be tamed Won’t be broken Won’t fall to your stupidity Try to cage me, hold me back You don’t know what I’m capable of

(Grr wolfgang)

Dark blue overshadows, You think you can stop me? You might be the king of the jungle But here, I am the leader of the pack

(SCREECH-)

YOU COULDN’T TELL IF the last screech was from the song or from the abrupt stop that Jisung had come to. Next time, you weren’t going to let him drive. You didn’t want to lose your life going on a date.

Chan’s album had just been released and though it was unconventional to release it early on in the morning, you had requested that it be so. You wanted to listen to it on the way to the pottery-making class that Chan had booked, but you also knew that it would attract more people to listen to it if they were actually awake when it was released.

The mall wasn’t far from your apartment, but Minho and Jisung had insisted on coming with you, obviously. They just couldn’t leave you alone. Minho had been hyping you up the entire ride over, telling you not to be anxious and that he and Jisung had your back if you decided to bail at any one point in time. Jisung was just there to chaperone, or so he claimed. You personally thought that he just wanted to poke his nose in your business because he didn’t have a love life of his own.

They flanked you like bodyguards, and Minho was dressed in black from head to toe, which really sealed the deal. Jisung pulled Minho away to the other side of the pottery studio, both of them sneaking glances at you every once in a while in between making fun of each other’s creations.

You, on the other hand, were feeling rather jittery. You rushed to congratulate Chan’s release and compliment him on his work. “It was stunning,” you told him. “I’m always impressed by your arrangements of beats.”

He smiled back shyly at you, blushing furiously. He had to look away for a second to compose himself before thanking you for the compliment.

With all the nerves and anxious energy in the air, it took a while for both of you to calm down. Then, you could finally start enjoying each other’s company without being overly conscious of your own breathing and your hair and everything else.

Chan turned out to have a natural affinity for pottery. Even the lady teaching the class asked if he had made anything out of clay before, because he seemed so experienced and talented at it.

You, however, couldn’t say the same. Your cup was looking a little wonky halfway through the process of making it and it was precariously lopsided. Chan reached out to help you straighten it, but not before snapping a photo of your stunned face with the mug.

“Hey!”

“I’m making that my contact picture for you,” he grinned mischievously. Oh, right. He was referring to that one time that you told him to use one of the corporate pictures on the internet for your contact picture. You’d almost forgotten it until he brought it up.

You could hardly believe how long it had been since that day. Your and Chan’s relationship had grown so much since then and you’d grown less uptight and stiff around him, additionally his sense of humour had started to show more.

You were so happy to have Chan in your life.

Especially when he handed you a mini flower bouquet after you had cleaned up and sent your pottery creations off for baking and glazing. You took it, slightly confused, until Chan excitedly asked you to untie the ribbon. The bouquet unfolded into a little coaster and it was the most adorable thing you had ever seen. 

Chan even brought you window shopping at the IKEA opposite the mall, nodding with you as you criticised the room decor and agreed when you liked the aesthetic. If you didn’t know any better, it might have felt like shopping for an apartment.

Afterwards you went to get ice cream together, passing by a couple of plushies hanging on a rack. Unable to resist, you grabbed the wolf plushie keychain and waved it at Chan. “Grr, wolfgang.”

You couldn’t help yourself, collapsing into a heap of giggles. 

Chan sighed like an old man, looking between the keychain in your hands and your face. The glee on your face must have been enough to convince him, because he took it into his hand, and reaching out with his free hand, he took a quokka off.

“That’s you,” he grinned.

You cocked your head. “Really?” You’d always told Jisung he looked like a quokka, and obviously the two of you looked alike since you were siblings, but you had never had anyone attribute your looks to that of a quokka’s before.

But Chan was looking at you so tenderly and you didn’t want to ruin the moment, so you took it from your hands and smiled at him.

“Let’s go get these, then.”

YOU SHOULD HAVE KNOWN dreams never lasted before you woke up in cold sweat, clammy palms gripping your blanket. You had had an awful nightmare about Minho leaving, a manifestation of your fears since he had arrived. It wasn’t a recurring nightmare but it still hit you hard.

Still in shock, you got up to go to the bathroom to splash your face and calm yourself down. It was dark outside, but the room that Minho had been sleeping in seemed eerily empty to you.

When you walked past it again, you did a double take. Minho had been packing his bags for a while and you had been anticipating his departure during that time. However, he had never actually told you when he was leaving Korea, and if he really meant it when he said he might never come back.

Full of questions, you went over to Jisung’s bed to wake him up. You were concerned but mostly confused, and you wanted assurance that Minho was safe.

Little did you expect that Minho had already informed Jisung in advance that he was leaving. The two had even booked Minho’s tickets together, strategically arranging it at night so that you wouldn’t have time to cry and make a big fuss of it all.

“The real reason he had to wake up in the middle of the night to get to the airport for a flight at the most inconvenient hours of the day is so that you wouldn’t make a big fuss out of it,” Jisung hissed. “Yet, even after all that planning, it still seems to backfire. All because you’re so fucking emotionally attached to Minho-hyung.”

You sucked in your breath sharply, but Jisung was relentless. “Have you ever considered my feelings? In our little trio, it’s always felt like Miny/n and Jisung who third-wheeled everywhere you two went. You’re always so caring towards Minho-hyung but never to me. You prioritise him at every stage of life. You idolise him. Maybe you’ve never stopped to think that he doesn’t want you next to him all the fucking time and that’s why he left.”

“I don’t prioritise Minho over you, Ji. I pay so much attention to him whenever he’s here because I never know when he might up and leave. I don’t know when I’ll see him again. And maybe you know, so you’re not worried, but sometimes he ghosts me for days on end and I don’t know whether to be anxious or to attribute it to his busy schedule. You don’t know what that’s like, do you?” You scoffed bitterly, biting your lip to hold back your tears.

“No,” he sneered. “You’re right, I don’t. Because I don’t stick to him like glue and he’s okay with telling me things he knows you can’t handle. You’re acting so damn immature right now and that’s probably why he never talks to you about important things.”

You couldn’t help yourself. The tears rolled silently down your cheeks at Jisung’s words. You knew that he was just cranky and upset, and that he said these types of things completely unprovoked when he was tired or mad, but you still hadn’t expected him to say something like that.

It was true, although you were older than Jisung, Minho always treated Jisung like the older one. He was more protective of you, and always delegated work and details to Jisung when you were planning anything together. When you were still in highschool, you remembered Minho had had a project he desperately needed to finish. You had leaped at the opportunity to be useful to him, but he’d rejected you and gone straight to Jisung instead.

Thoughts were spinning in your head as you remembered all the conversations where Minho had dismissed your thoughts because you were not “ready to talk about those sorts of things” or so he claimed.

Even now, when you were already an adult, Minho and Jisung still treated you like a child.

Frustrated, you changed out of your clothes and grabbed a coat to keep you warm as you left the house. Sitting at the doorstep of your apartment, you gave Chan a call, fully aware that Jisung was extremely close to kicking you out of the house if you didn’t leave him alone.

To your surprise, Chan picked up on the second ring. “Hello?”

“Hey. Can I, um, crash at your place? I kind of got into an argument with my brother.”

There was the slightest of pauses. “Sure. Send me your address, I’ll come pick you up. I don’t want you to catch a cold trying to get to my place.”

You rattled off the address, and you could almost feel Chan’s nod over the phone. “I’ll be there in fifteen.”

Chan held true to his word, reaching your apartment in exactly fifteen minutes, even coming up to your apartment door and gazing down at you as you sulked at the door, lips pouted and eyebrows scrunched together.

“Chan,” was all you managed out before he was hugging you, and you felt like melting right there and dissolving into a puddle of tears. “Jisung would have kicked me out if I didn’t shut up but I really needed someone to talk to because—hic—I miss him already,” you hiccuped, tears interspersing your words.

“It’s okay,” Chan whispered, stroking your back comfortingly. “It’s okay to let it out.”

You nodded and wiped your tears, hiccuping and leaning on Chan as he led you down to his car, driving you back to his house.

His house wasn’t much but when he brought you up to his roof, you were amazed by the view. You could almost ignore the city lights from up there, the only thing separating you from the stars being the vast expanse of the night sky between you and the constellations.

Chan brought out two bottles of champagne and glasses, while you snuggled under the blankets he had prepared. For a dirty rooftop in the middle of the city, it certainly was awfully comfortable.

It was also terribly romantic.

Chan wasn’t even settled in by the time you burst into tears, outright sobbing as you told him about how much you missed Minho. The softness of the air mattress under you didn’t make your heart ache any less, and the tears flowed from an endless reservoir, never seeming to run dry.

Chan wrapped his arms around you and held you tightly, giving you just enough space to feel sad but not lonely.

He listened to you while you told him of Minho’s tendencies to up and leave, your struggles with your friendship and how vulnerability looked different on Minho with you and Jisung and you didn’t understand why humans were so complicated.

He listened as you told him Minho’s life story and your history with him, why you would miss him so much and how much of your heart he happily occupied, wrenching it away from you each time he left. As your heart slowly grew smaller and scarred, you were sure it was becoming more closed off to others.

You? Emotional? Of course not.

But even your impressive gaslighting skills couldn’t convince you that you weren’t emotional, especially after all you had told Chan.

“Y/n?” was the first thing out of Chan’s mouth after a good minute of silence on your part. The void of noise was punctuated only by your hiccups every once in a while as you fought back a fresh wave of tears.

“I think you need to let some of him go,” he said hesitantly. “It’s okay for him to live his life, and you yours. It’s okay that you’re set on two different paths that only cross once in a blue moon. I promise you, you won’t drift apart just because he likes to wander. You will still be okay and whole without one person and you can still be really good friends.”

Smiling, he pointed to the sky. “Do you see Orion’s belt? Similar to you mourning Minho’s departure, it’s a huge waist of time.”

You laughed involuntarily, eyes shimmering but no longer crying. “Thanks. I think… I needed that.” You gazed at the stars, in awe of their beauty and how vast the universe was. So many things were there for you to be grateful for, you couldn’t afford to squander the gift of time longing for the past. After all, you had the present to be grateful for.

Sensing that you didn’t want to talk anymore, Chan guided your hand out from under the blanket and pointed your finger at the stars. “Do you see that constellation right there? It’s one of my favourites. Sirius.”

“Three guesses why,” you said sarcastically.

“Okay, maybe I’m a little cliché and like the dog constellation because it’s the closest to a wolf. What’re you going to do about it, huh?”

You only responded by pressing a kiss to Chan’s cheek.

“While you’re in a good mood… I also wanted to tell you that it’s okay to be emotionally attached to people and need a while to get over things.”

“And to get into fights with our loved ones?”

“That. Human relations are complicated. You should know that, you people-watcher. I see how your eyes dart in public from one couple to another, scouring the world for any form of humanity to include in your music.”

You felt called out but Chan had a point. “You do it too. Is it my fault that living vicariously through others hurts less than doing it ourselves?”

Chan smiles fondly. “You know everything will work out, right? Hurting out of love is better than not feeling love at all.”

“Doesn’t feel like it,” you reply, tears blurring your vision. Your hand in Chan’s tightened its grip on him, your rib cage aching as if your heart was really and truly broken.

Chan tilted your chin so you were looking at him, eyes meeting yours as you nodded, just the slightest of motions before his lips were on yours, kissing the pain and the tears away, brushing his thumb over your cheeks to wipe away the traces of your hurt.

“Hey, Y/n. It’s really going to work itself out.”

“And if it doesn’t?”

“Then crying is alright. It’s not a sign of weakness and you’ll let it all out. And from there, I’ll hold you through it all while you mend your broken heart.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

FIN.

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[moonrver]

Ok I'm finally getting round to doing this!! Thanks for tagging me @tomsturbotwinks !!

1. Do you make your bed?

most days unless I'm in a huge rush

2. Favourite number?

Always had an affinity to the number 4 for some reason

3. What's your job?

My main job is kinda hard to explain but I work for like? A social housing company/community organisation? And do research into their historic buildings? And also do some marketing for them?

But I work from home and I hateeee working from home so I also work Sundays at my old job in a shoe shop which I actually really love bc I've got so many friends there and also something about it scratches an autism itch in my brain. I love using the till...

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

My dream life involves being able to travel round the world and attend classes in different universities on different aspects of the Humanities but without having to do any exams or work to deadlines. So yes I'd love to but I don't wanna do a PhD.....too much independent research, not enough funding.

5. Can you parallel park?

Not if I can help it

6. Do you think aliens are real?

Probably? It's not something I have strong opinions on but i think the universe is infinitely vast so there are probably others out there somewhere....

7. Can you drive a manual car?

That's what I learnt and did my test in but I haven't driven in 5 years and want an automatic when I do buy a car....too much leg cramps using the clutch

8. Guilty pleasure?

Well I was raised catholic and have had anxiety for as long as I can remember so I very rarely feel pleasure without some level of guilt.

But maybe trashy reality TV like love island, maybe a bit of eurotrash music, maybe the lengths I would go to for a dairy milk daim

9. Tattoos?

None! Don't really want them

10. Favourite colour?

Maybe sage green, maybe powder blue, maybe pale pink...

11. Favourite type of music?

Lmao I'm such a stereotype of myself, it's not dad rock it's more like... Ye Da's favourite bands from the 80s and 90s. British indie, new wave, Britpop. Stone Roses, Lightning Seeds, Pulp, Kate Bush, Alison Moyet, that sort of thing.

12. do you like puzzles?

I love quizzes and crosswords and stuff if that counts? And I love Only Connect which is a sort of puzzle?

13. Favourite childhood sport?

Omg when I tell you I prided myself on being the fastest runner in my year as a kid. And I always chose who to have a crush on based on who was the fastest boy. The Merseyside primary schools' athletics championship was my favourite day of the year

14. Do you talk to yourself?

Under my breath a lot yeah

15. Tea or coffee?

I probably prefer coffee but in the house I drink like, 10 cups of tea a day

16. First thing you wanted to be when you were growing up?

Lmao a ballerina? Which is so funny given I am so uncoordinated and ungraceful? After than an author bc I was a nerd

17. what movies do you adore?

PADDINGTON also Pride, Bridget Jones' Diary, Rocketman, About Time, recently Challengers, and bizarrely Us (the horror with Lupita Nyongo, strangely a comfort film that also still scares me to death)

I'm tagging @babynflames @sallycinnamons @pickleballhater @karlmarxverstappen @kellehim @thelatenightvibes @oceanmonsters @follivora (if you want to) and anyone else who I've probably forgotten who wants to!!

[akajustmerry]

omg just saw one of my favourite bi indie music artists made a tiktok about my lesbians of colour playlist 🥰

[phereshift]

Tagged by @cozy-fish-crow 🥰 rules: answer and tag nine people you want to get to know better and catch up with.

Favourite Colour: It changes like every year but at the moment it is a lovely orange-yellow. Probably helps that it's the colour I overuse as an overlay layer for all my art too.

Last Song: Something off of lime cordiale's discography... I think it's because I hear their music at work (coworker has an aus indie playlist) but they've been my latest background noise while I do uni work and I've been SO productive omg. I've just had them on shuffle. Currently Reading: I haven't really made time for anything other than some self-indulgent fanfics tbh :C My last novel was Northern Lights by Philip Pullman. Currently Watching: If you ignore how long it's been since I watched an episode then it's the clone wars tv show... I can't watch tv while I draw so I'm never usually watching anything though q-q

Currently Craving: I need strawberries back in season so that I can have homemade strawberry milk asap. I was also craving watermelon last week but that's just the iron deficiency :') Coffee or Tea: tea! Hobby to try: I recently tried out gouache (I've been staring non-stop at Angela Sung's work, her gouache is SO good) so... I'd like to put more time into that. Otherwise I've also learned how to sharpen my pencils for figure drawing with a box cutter + sandpaper and it's mildly reignited an old interest in wood carving. Current AU: Well. For starters, I always have an infinite number of things going at any given time and that includes fic lmao. My writing is also mostly just for myself but I do have a Star Wars AU exploring Obi-wan (maybe a little bit of quinlan too) with themes of post-mission recovery and community support systems in the drafts somewhere. I think this makes it sound more put together than what it is (which is a simple, self-indulgent fic haha) but I love exploring the Jedi community even if my Star Wars knowledge is limited. Also including my current personal art WIP since I'm more likely to finish it/I am more of an artist than a writer. Which is Tusken Raider fanart that I am absolutely suffering through... one of those 'I got most of it done months ago and now I have to find the motivation to go back and finish it' T_T

Tragically I am not bold enough to tag people so I will be taking the coward's way out and doing an open tag!

[coldbrewgf]

thank you for the tag @newbromantics ☺️ i'm finally getting to this after several days omg

1. do you make your bed?

usually! not super well but i at least try to pull the covers up and fluff my pillows

2. favourite number?

11... when i was playing soccer as a child i was number 11 when i made a goal from half field and ever since then it's just been my lucky number

3. what’s your job?

i just started one (1) month ago as a program assistant in executive education. it's been a bit of a wild ride already but i feel like it's going to open some good doors for me!

4. if you could go back to school, would you?

...perhaps. i would love to expand my knowledge and maybe take another undergrad program in something that i would actually want to pursue now but also looking back on my undergrad i was somewhat miserable and maybe that had more to do with my mental health at that time but still. maybe if i could just do it slowly with a course or two at a time

5. can you parallel park?

i can but i am not efficient at it and i try to avoid it if i can. if i'm parking on the street i look for a spot where i can just pull up to the curb and not deal with all that maneuvering

6. do you think aliens are real?

i mean i think they're out there somewhere but i don't think that they're like among us or anything...

7. can you drive a manual car?

not at all, i don't even think i know anyone with a manual car to practice. i do think it's kind of a sexy skill to have though and i would like to learn eventually

8. guilty pleasure?

honestly i'm only half guilty about it but musicals. only half guilty because i know theatre kids are annoying but i also am not an annoying theatre kid, and also because i think i have at least Some Taste

9. tattoos?

i have 8! various things that i've liked and are special to me in different ways

10. favourite colour?

probably green, but i also wear a lot of blues, so one of the two!

11. favourite type of music?

honestly my tastes range all over the place, probably most often in the indie category. lyrics matter a lot to me so regardless of the genre if the lyricism is there i'm there. a banger can entice me more than a slow song, but if i'm in the right mood a ballad can hit.

12. do you like puzzles?

yes!! nyt games is my friend and i do the new yorker crossword... if i remember i play the cinematrix... i went through a big sudoku phase a little while ago...

13. favourite childhood sport?

i played soccer as a kid, and that was kind of my only team sport, but i also did karate which i have fond memories of, and playing badminton in gym class was always my fav

14. do you talk to yourself?

not really i don't think?? maybe a little bit but not constantly

15. tea or coffee?

coffee... i mean look at my url

16. first thing you wanted to be when growing up?

a paleobotanist like ellie in jurassic park... my older brother wanted to be a paleontologist and we both loved jurassic park so i thought i had to be like ellie

17. what movies do you adore?

fav of all time is my own private idaho (1991), my others in my letterboxd top 4 are when harry met sally (1989), twin peaks: fire walk with me (1992), and before sunrise (1995)... movies from this century are like inside llewyn davis (2013), stoker (2013), and emma. (2020)

i'm tagging @intrusivethoughtsandprayers if you want to, and anyone else who does :)

[thediamondarcher]

Questions:

Favourite colour?

Favourite film?

Favourite tv show?

Favourite music artist?

Favourite band?

Favourite character?

Favourite book?

Favourite genre (of anything really, music, film etc).

Favourite season?

Fandoms you are in?

Hobbies?

What is the colour of the walls in your room? (Ik it’s random).

Favourite artist? (If you have one).

Do you play any instruments?

What are your favourite things in the world?

Favourite food?

Favourite drink?

Style of clothing?

Era of time?

Favourite animal?

Favourite flower/plant?

Ik these are all random but I like asking and answering random stuff so I assume most others do too.

omg thanks 🥲

black, maroon, purple, green

alice in wonderland, the french dispatch, 500 days of summer, the florida project, heathers, the royal tenenbaums (I definitely forgot at least two)

BoJack Horseman OBVIOUSLY

rn it's Taylor Swift but I'm a diamond and a harrie

at the moment is sir chloe, i guess

Tori Spring and Diane Nguyen

Solitaire, again OBVIOUSLY

films: indie/drama/romance, music: rock/pop/indie/alternative rock/folk rock

autumn

only solitaire and heartstopper (the osemanverse basically) at the moment

reading, listening to music, cooking ig

i think it's really really light blue

no, i know one song in the guitar and i tried to learn how to play it but i got depressed and abandoned it completely :/

music, movies, metaphors, the moon

idk, my comfort food at the moment is roast peas

water, coca-cola

I'll like to say whimsigoth or grunge idk, something in-between

i have no clue

jellyfish and axolotls

lavender and weeping willow

[vse-kar-vem]

🤡🎬⭐

omg thank you for the ask!!!! all exciting questions 💞💞🤭

🤡- describe the song in the worst way possible

bubblegum bitch- marina

ooooh this feels sacrilegious..... but looks like someone was self-centred in highschool. like girl you are NOT some grand manipulator the world doesn't revolve around you 😢😢

🎬- if you scripted/directed a music video for this song what would it like?

porque- luma

OHHH this song is so perfect for this question 💗💗 so i'm imagining somethjng with really bold and unnatural colours-- just the album cover essentially, maybe some green? have it take place in some sort of claustrophobic nightclub that lends itself to strange characters and stranger circumstances, have some funky cool trippy stuff happen-- seduction?? maybe?? i don't actually know what this song is about 😭😭 as the song winds down into the final chorus (with the little echo in the back) we can finally take a breath of fresh air as whoever the pov character is stumbles back out onto the street, backlit by the red lights. a few shots on their manic expression, the world swirling around them, before we CUT TO BLACK!!

⭐️- what are two songs you like that are similar to this one?

床 (lie)- no party for cao dong

omg banger 👁️👁️ uhhh it has that kind of indie rock vibe? ok i think it kind of bears similarities to ne bi smel in a way-- they both Escalate to an extent at the end, although imo ne bi smel has a cynical flavour that really can't be matched 😞 another similar song would be nicotine stains by second thoughts? in terms of indie music. also a banger :^D !!

[destinyc1020]

I cant speak for all fans, but I think thats an unfair claim to make that people flip flop and need to be consistent with how they think of projects. I am not going to blindly support something just because tom is in it. I want to know who he is cast with and who is directing those projects because it gives me an insight in how I think the project will be approached.

I am personally not excited for fred astaire mostly because I think biopics have become formualic and predictable. They are oscar bait films. I would have preferred they make an original musical with original dance numbers rather than have someone emulate fred astaire and his dance numbers which are already iconic. (My lack of excitement again has nothing to do with tom)

However the announcement of paul king made me think of the project differently, he did the paddington movies, and he uses humour, colour and charismatic characters to explore really serious themes. Like maybe he might push the genre in a different direction. I think most people dont have tom hate agenda ( most either dont care about him or love him, those who hate him is actually pretty small)

While I agree we shouldn't be quick to dismiss something but I also dont think its fair to say people hate tom because they only become excited when other people are cast or when the director is announced.

Also I think its fair for someone to be less excited for a tom project if they didnt enjoy cherry and chaos walking or uncharted. Film twitter is not what influences peoples choices, some people dislike his movies because they truly didnt like his movies and are maybe less excited to watch one of his projects because of it, is it fair maybe not but it is what it is.

I cant speak for all fans, but I think thats an unfair claim to make that people flip flop and need to be consistent with how they think of projects. I am not going to blindly support something just because tom is in it. I want to know who he is cast with and who is directing those projects because it gives me an insight in how I think the project will be approached.

Nobody is saying that you have to just blindly support anything just because Tom is in it. That's your choice. MY issue is with fans who blindly HATE on a project before they even know all of the facts, before the movie has even started filming, before they've even SEEN the film...let alone even seen a trailer! 🥴

THAT'S my issue.

Why not just be neutral about a project until you get more info about it? SOME fans just go into long tirades about a film project announcement before a film has even started filming, and then when things have finished filming, then all of a sudden they're like: "Omg! Can't wait!!" When we know good and well that a lot of them were hating on the project when it first got announced. 🙄

I am personally not excited for fred astaire mostly because I think biopics have become formualic and predictable. They are oscar bait films. I would have preferred they make an original musical with original dance numbers rather than have someone emulate fred astaire and his dance numbers which are already iconic. (My lack of excitement again has nothing to do with tom)

Soooo....let me get this straight.... You're not excited about the FA biopic because YOU think that biopic films are "Oscar Bait" films?? 🥴 Girl WHAT?? 😅🤣

First of all.... Many people (critics and audience members alike) ENJOY biopic films. There have been way too many well-done biopic films done over the years to just say that we should just not make them because in your mind they are "Oscar Bait". Second, even if they are Oscar Bait films... So what?? Who cares?? 🥴

Actually, IMO... "Oscar Bait" films are really the films that MOST people didn't even see that year, let alone even heard of. They are the indie, smaller films that most people are like: "Huh??" when they win a ton of awards at the Oscars because most avg movie-going people didn't even watch them lol, but the Academy loooooves to promote those films because they're "high-brow", "artistic". Every once in a while the Academy acknowledges a film that is both well-done, AND popular with the masses. If that happens to be a biopic film, so what? If many people are enjoying a film, it might just be because....gee.... it was a WELL-Done film? Who cares what genre it's in?? I don't get your reasoning Anon. 🥴

Of course we all wouldn't mind seeing something "original", but that doesn't mean that films that aren't original (or are about real people in history) should just never be made. 😒 That doesn't even make any sense. Anyway, I'm looking forward to the FA biopic, and I think Tom will do a great job. 😏 To each his/her own Anon.

While I agree we shouldn't be quick to dismiss something but I also dont think its fair to say people hate tom because they only become excited when other people are cast or when the director is announced.

I never said that people "hate" Tom. All I said was that he was getting a lot of hate/backlash for taking on the TCR project. That's basically it. I actually think most people like Tom.

Btw.... Are you going to hate on the TCR project as well because it's not "original" and it's loosely based on someone's life? 😅 They've done tons of films about people with DID as well... Do we just hate on TCR also or feel like those films are "formulaic" or "Oscar Bait" because other films have been done about DID and actors have won Oscars for them? 🥴 I just don't understand your reasoning Anon. Obviously, we're all happy when great names are attached to a project that Tom is doing. :) I personally just prefer to W.A.S. before getting my panties in a bunch about a project that I know very little about. That's all! 😊 That was my main point Anon.

Also I think its fair for someone to be less excited for a tom project if they didnt enjoy cherry and chaos walking or uncharted. Film twitter is not what influences peoples choices, some people dislike his movies because they truly didnt like his movies and are maybe less excited to watch one of his projects because of it, is it fair maybe not but it is what it is.

You're free to feel however you wish Anon... 🤷🏾‍♀️ Nobody is forcing you to feel any type of way. I personally judge someone's roles individually. If it's one of my faves, I am cheering them on to have a great project, regardless of if their previous projects were "trash" or not (and I don't think most of Tom's projects have been trash either). But hey, you can feel "less excited" about Tom's projects because you didn't like some of his other recent films. Like I said, nobody is forcing you to feel a certain way. 🤷🏾‍♀️ I just think it's unfair when so-called "fans" bash him to no end on "Film Twitter" just because an announcement is out for one of his new projects. I remember that day very vividly. I went from being super excited to hear the announcement about a film that Tom was obviously very excited to be signed on with, to then being inundated by fans freaking out, hating on him, seeing the crazy tweets, and just feeling kind of sad for him that he was probably seeing all of that hate online when he thought the announcement would be something his fans were going to be primarily be HAPPY about. 😔

Idk...I just felt bad for him that's all. 😔 I also felt like the day was ruined. I went from being excited, to being kind of sad.

But like I said before Anon, you're completely FREE to feel however you wish to feel. That's the beauty of having our own opinions. 😊

[elpida]

ivy - the color green, iced coffee, golden retrievers, a badge, stars, indie rock music, watercolors, opals

cade - the color grey, smoke, German shepherd, whiskey, boxing, the color black, onyx stones

ellis - vampire bats (sue me lol), the color red, wedding bands, silver, serpents, rubies

idk if these are accurate but these are the things i associate your muses with!!!

ELLIS AND VAMPIRE BATS SENT ME OMG I LOVE THAT

^ THIS IS TO EXPRESS HOW EXCITED THIS MADE ME i love every single thing you put :') can't describe how accurate iced coffee is for ivy, the girl survives on it and cade with the colour grey and smoke? MISS MA'AMMMM COMING IN HOT WITH PERFECTION HERE

[dizzythegreat]

13, 15, 43, 65 🎶

HI HI HELLO! 💜💜

13. my favourite music genre is definitely indie pop (but you probably knew that from my obsessing over dtg with you), i had a huge pop phase when i was a kid so that plus softer tunes are just 😍

15. my first concert was actually the daisy the great one lol! amazing first concert experience, i got to see them on tour with the happy fits and it was heavenly!! (i love you for giving me an excuse to talk more about this by the way) they were magical live and i got to meet them and got my vinyl signed!! ahhh sorry to everyone whos heard this a million times over but im still absolutely reeling

43. you get one guess as to who my favourite band is. i discovered daisy the great because the record player song was trending on tiktok for the one breath challenge, and my sister came home talking about it. i listened to the song and went, oh shit this is really good and then listened to lost at sea and then soft songs. this was a religious experience for me which is why i remember it so well lmao

65. right now im obviously listening to daisy the great, my current favourites are smile pretty girl, glitter and routine. buuut believe it or not i also listen to other artists! i've had midnights on repeat pretty much since it came out, lavender haze, yoyok and vigilante shit are perfection!! i also love lush by mitski, i love her sound and brand new city and bag of bones are so haunting! everyone i know raves about her album puberty 2 so i tried it out and it was pretty good! would still put it below lush though, imo. funny you mentioned florence + the machine in your post, because dog days are over has been on my faves playlist for years! that's really the only song of theirs i listen to but i should probably try their other ones out too because her voice is to die for 😍 also, royal screw up by soccer mommy is so beautiful, i want to check out her other stuff too (can you tell im bad at 'checking things out') but this mental image of me having to say "soccer mommy" to people with a straight face keeps popping up...

sorry for the haphazard colouring, those are just the colours i associate with the song/artist/album titles!!

omg im in love with you you for letting me ramble about daisy the great more you are my hero <33

[cafe-de-lune]

hi omg this is such a cool concept

can i please have a tokyo revengers or haikyuu headcannons matchup (it’ll be great if you could do both but even one’s fine)

zodiac, MBTI, personality:

okay so i’m a libra sun and Aquarius moon (fem reader), ISTP, 5w4 idk anything else oops. above 15 but still a minor. i’d say i’m shy at first but when you get to know me i’m the most open person you’ll meet. people say i’m funny and def the therapist friend of the group. i can be very brutally honest at times like no filter honest. I listen to music almost all the time and a big overthinker. i’m very social but i’d consider myself an ambivert because sometimes anxiety gets to me and i almost don’t go to events but people say i’m very social and make friends easily???

likes:

I love music, i play the keyboard and guitar and make playlists for fun when im bored. i love memes and fb memes (i make them too sometimes lmao). love humour and stand up comedy and i’ll laugh at almost every joke. yeah i also do theatre and def a burnt out smart kid. i love travelling and collecting magnets from places i’ve been to. i draw sometimes and love math (ready to be cancelled). i love reading contemporary fiction or fiction with a strong female lead. i love watching the office, suits and Brooklyn 99. oh and i absolutely love paranormal stuff it’s so fun to watch. not a big fan of cooking but i’ll do it sometimes. i absolutely adore tattoos and piercings but not too many. im a big dog person too and love trying out new foods also wanna learn skateboarding. i’m interested in tarot and spirituality too. def have a lot of ISTP qualities

dislikes:

i don’t like insects, i don’t like people give off the rich kid / jerk vibe like i won’t approach them AT ALL. i don’t like when people tell me what to do it makes me wanna not do it even more. i don’t like people who brag about their lives. i don’t like the gym absolutely hate it uh what else. um i hate when people bring up others insecurities and taunt them. and can i say i don’t like my family—

appearance:

i’m 5’2, long and straight brown-golden/black hair, fit but not thin, brown eyes, light skin but not too light, LOTS of baby hair.

general aesthetic:

i wear a lot of baggy clothes, tomboy kinda apparel, i wear a lot of black, kind of an indie x emo aesthetic (ik that clashes but so does my personality) kinda dark academia but indie at the same time (yes we’re currently having an aesthetic crisis) LOVE hoodies. anything that’s comfortable. i’ll wear colour but prefer black. a bit of skater girl too.

what you look for in a partner:

someone who’ll push and encourage me to do my best and that works both ways. gives me space when i need it and understands my privacy and independence as well. would push me to go out of my comfort zone but not all the time. um someone who is good at communication cause i’m not. honestly someone who makes small gestures (i’d literally swoon over even a box of chocolates)

how comfortable i am with PDA:

i’m okay with like hugs (HUGS FROM THE BACK YES), hand holding, kissing in public, forehead kisses and kisses on the cheek/neck, resting head on shoulder or lap, holding from the waist but not sitting on his lap. that’s a big no.

i think that’s it thank you in advance and hope you have a great day <3

꒰ ☕️ ꒱ؘ Order: Cappuccino ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

I match you up with . . . . ♡

ຳི⟡᎒ baji keisuke ✿ೃ*

. . ⇢ [ falling in love ; baji keisuke . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

classmates/friends to lovers trope!

you two probably met when the teacher assigned you to tutor baji with basically all the subjects but specifically math. (And it would be a difficult job)

but of course, the more you interacted with Baji and tutored him, the more you two got to know each other. He is a really friendly and extroverted person so he wouldn’t hesitate to strike up a conversation (much to the dismay of your teacher’s initial intent)

and sometimes, instead of tutoring him, you two end up talking about something else and just completely forgetting about teaching him lol

that’s the slow progress of how he falls in love with you. He likes being in your presence and he likes your brutally honest nature. And not to mention, I think you two would have the same wavelength in terms of humour. Like once you two have progressed further into your friendship, you two would send each other memes at like the dead of night or something

you two would also be the duo that laughs at everything. This is how you two end of making tons of inside jokes that only you two know

Baji’s mom is probably the mom to be like “why are you smiling at your phone? 👀 girlfriend?” And baji would be like “no!“ (not yet at least)

and baji is really cute. He would always talk to about you to his mom and his mom is lowkey proud because you are (sometimes) helping him pass his class so needless to say she likes you without meeting you. Anyways, baji would probably be a lovestruck idiot when confiding to his mom from you. His expression just brightens and he is just so happy

Of course his mom puts two and two together. Ever since hearing about you, her son seems to smiling more at his phone and stuff. And obviously she’s going to be like “keisuke you like her don’t you?”

and baji would deny it and scoff at it because he himself doesn’t know yet and I think he would be kinda dense at romance. BUT it would linger in his mind for the next few days. And whenever he sees you or hears your name, his mind would just go back to what his mom had said. And expect him to be more fidgety and making less eye contact as well as more red tones to his cheeks

Of course like any normal person you would be like “???” What’s with his recent behaviour? And depending on you, you might even think “what did I do wrong?” It’s not you, it’s him <3

So, in the end, baji would confide with Chifuyu and he would just straight up say “you’re in love” he slow and kinda a dumbass but a lovable one <33

. . ⇢ [ confessing ; baji keisuke . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

baji wouldn’t be the type to beat around the bush and would plan to confess to you. But there is a lingering thought in the back of his head that’s screaming what if he ruins your friendship by confessing? That’s the only thing that deters him. But eventually, he continues planning

His first thought was to write you a confession letter. And he does start writing it. The thing is, he gets stuck and crinkles the paper and throws it in his trash bin before finishing it

Chifuyu would come and help with grammar and spelling and ideas, but in the end, baji scrapped the idea because 1. He doesn’t seem anything he write as good enough for you and 2. It just doesn’t seem to be his style. So back to the drawing board he goes

And how he actually confessed would probably be in the heat of the moment. Like throughout his whole dilemma you two would still interact and go out on friend hangouts. Though there is a sort of an awkward and tense air? Baji’s just nervous

You would probably ask him out of concern “are you alright?” And at this point, Baji’s brain is overloaded and he would just blurt out “I like you.” And immediately, he would regret it because he thinks it’s a lame way of confessing and that you deserve better. And then his thoughts would morph into ones of what he would say in case you reject him

so when you say yes, he just squats down and was like “thank god.” But he would look at you with his toothy smile and just be so happy

Once he gets home, he would slam the door open and announce to his mom “she said yes!” He’s so precious omg.

. . ⇢ [ dating ; baji keisuke . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

baji is the type of person who lets you do whatever you want and if the other person is making fun of you or judging you or making you uncomfortable, there will be knuckle cracking noises in the background. He would tell you to turn around or close your eyes while he does his stuff (if you don’t stop him that is. If you stop him, he will stop… but no guarantee they’d been found “unharmed” 💀 )

he is your number 1 cheerleader. When you are trying something new, he would always be found near you just encouraging and cheering for every single atom of your being. And whether or not you succeeded or failed, it doesn’t matter to him. He’s proud of you regardless of results

he may not be the smartest but he sure pays attention to details when it comes to you. He is the type of boyfriend who would save his money and buy you the item you mentioned briefly that you wanted. And there would be times where he would remember small obscure memories of you two that he really enjoys and that you may not remember because it was a small memory. You’d be honestly very surprised at how good his memory is for those kinds of things.

When you mentioned you wanted to try skateboarding, he would go out of his way to learn it just to teach you. And he would hold onto your arm or waist as you two practice. (He’s worried that you might inure yourself so he has bandaids ready in his pocket. And if you do scrape your knee or something, this dumbass would be like “pain pain fly away come again when I’m beating someone up.”)

In terms of affection, he’s going to be clumsy at it at first. You will probably be his first partner and of course it would show. But he does his best for you and it starts by learning boundaries :)

When initiating physical contact, he would be really shy at first. I’m talking him “accidentally” brushing your fingers together when you two are on a day. Having a heated debate in his head whether he should hug you and etc. you would probably have to tell him it’s ok and initiate the first few contact

But after dating for a while? Oh boy he is really affectionate. (It’s going to be the end of you once he finds out you like backhugs. He would do it just to get a reaction out of you. He would do it very often as well. And then he would just kiss you from that position afterwards. It’s very loving and teasing as well)

He really likes hand holding and kisses in general. He is more of a physical touch type of person so you two are perfect. When you two show PDA in front of his friends, they’re gonna fake gag but smile at their friend’s happiness.

And if you fall asleep on his shoulder? He is SWOONING. But he would be like “I’m as still as a rock. I am a rock. I am a rock. I’m very still” because he doesn’t want to wake you up. He’s going to hold his breath because he thinks breathing might wake you up.

And if his friends are there? They would quietly tease and mimic baji just to make fun of him. And he can’t even retaliate because he doesn’t want to wake you up. Chifuyu would end up snapping a few pictures to which baji would grumble but later on be like “send them”

baji would definitely understand you wanting your privacy. he would like his privacy sometimes as well so he 100% understands. Though if you were MIA for too long then he might text you or stop by your house with a bag of your favourite food and a funny movie and preparations of cuddling

Despite Baji’s tough looking exterior, I think he would be afraid of anything horror/paranormal. Like he would cling onto you and hide into your shoulder whenever you two watch those things. I can just imagine him screaming at the screen when there is something scary or there is a jump scare. (But I think he would like buzzfeed unsolved)

Baji would NON-DISCREETLY and very obviously leave some of his hoodies at your place on “accident”. He just likes seeing you in his clothes so indulge him on that end haha. When he sees you wearing his hoodies, it’s a pda session right there. He loves seeing his already oversized hoodie (on himself) just making you look adorable on you who is shorter than him

baji would definitely be the type to want to get matching piercings with you. (And maybe tattoos in the future as well) just something to make him feel like you are with him when he is out doing gang stuff. It’s his lucky charm and he will find himself unconsciously touching it 💕

he would take you on dates on his motorcycle. You two would decide on a place and he would take you there on his motorcycle. And to him it doesn’t matter if it’s some beach or mountain or something. As long as you two are having fun

OK THE MEMES. You two still send each other memes but now they just have more of a romantic implication/meaning. Like it would be those wholesome meme reaction pictures with lots of hearts and cute things. And when you start sending him memes you make yourself, the battle is on. You two would send each other memes you two created just to see who can outcompete/love each other

you know those couples who are like “I love you more” “no I love you more” “no me!” “Me!” yeah. you two are that but in meme language

The elephant in the room is that Baji likes cats but you like dogs. But it’s ok since Baji likes all animals so no need to worry about anything here.

. . ⇢ [ couple pics ; baji keisuke . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

ຳི⟡᎒ kuroo tetsuro ✿ೃ*

. . ⇢ [ falling in love ; kuroo tetsuro . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

Friends to lovers! You two probably sat next to each other during class. And finding the class rather boring, you started to doodle little drawings on the side of your notebook. And kuroo, finding the class boring as well, saw your doodle and just smiled because it was cute

He would end up ripping the corner of his notebook and draw something, like a cat or something, and just pass it to you. And that’s the start of your back and forth passing of drawings in the boring class. (Sometimes you even add onto the drawing and just pass it back)

Of course you two would naturally talk and befriend each other due to your mutual suffering of said class. And sometimes, you two help each other with other subjects. Like you help him with math and he helps you with chemistry

In your friendship, there is a lot of teasing on Kuroo’s end and you being the recipient of it. There are also a lot of jokes. Nerdy ones as well. You two sometimes get caught by the teacher for laughing too much because you two just tell each other dumb jokes

As your friendship progresses, he would invite you to watch a practice session or a game if you had free time. And if you do go, chaos is going to erupt in the nekoma volleyball gym. (U know how chaotic they are lol) he might show off/play better than usual. And his teammates will catch on. They’d be like “Kuroo is playing better I wonder why 🤔😉” (but of course you would have those who won’t get it like Lev and Inuoka)

It was during one of those study sessions that he falls for you. Specifically your intelligence and how you conduct yourself. And unlike Baji, Kuroo actually knows and is self aware that he has fallen for you. However, he isn’t as impulsive as Baji.

the reason why he hasn’t confessed to you yet is because of the fear of losing the friendship you two have. (And the fact that if you reject him, it would be awkward for both of you as you two still sit next to each other in class)

kenma being the observant person he is will catch onto kuroo’s little crush on you. And whenever you turn away, kenma would look at kuroo within a knowing look and a little smirk. But he wouldn’t say anything. When you three are walking together, he might just make up an excuse so that you and kuroo can be alone though (though it benefits him because he gets to play more of his video games)

There will be a noticeable change in your friendship. He already has a teasing demeanour/attitude when you two were just friends but when he finds his crush on you, they start to get a little more flirtatious. And since he is tall (he’s 6’2 and you are 5’2 tHATS SUCH A CUTE DIFFERENCE ANYWAYS) he will start to take advantage of that by like holding your notebook slightly above your jumping height and just tease you like that. And not to mention the classic and cliche getting a book off of a shelf for you.

But his signs aren’t clear. Like at one moment he can be basically flirting with you but the next moment, you two are back to being friends??

It’s to the point where his team is like “get a room!” “Just marry already!” They become sick of it especially yaku and poor yamamoto

. . ⇢ [ confessing ; kuroo tetsuro . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

He finally confesses because of yaku and kenma. They beat sense into him saying that he would regret it and beat himself for not at least telling you his feelings in the scenario that you do find someone else. He gets jelly

So the next plan is planning how to confess. I think he would have two ways of confessing. The dorky way and the more romantic/normal(?) way of confessing

the first way, the dorky way, consists of him asking you how to solve a math problem that he doesn’t understand. And of course you will solve it for him. But the final answer is that 128√e980 (cover half and it should say I love you ) or the i < 3 u or inputting a function that graphs out a heart

it’s honestly a dorky way and cute way of confessing if he takes that route

The second way of confessing is more normal unlike that dorky way. He would invite you to a “friend” hangout and throughout the hangout, he’s just really flirtatious and soft for you. And you two would be out for the entire day and finally, kuroo said he wants to take you somewhere

And you were like “where are you taking me” and it would be a high place where the view is clear. And finally, you would see the sunset and all of its vibrancy and it’s honestly very very pretty.

All of a sudden he would turn to you and just confess. He is holding his breath as he awaits for your response. It may not look like it but he feels as though his heart is beating at like over 200 bpm when in reality it was just slightly sped up

When you say yes, he is of course so very happy. He would pull you into a hug and rest his chin on top of your head. (Again he is taller and it’s honestly so adorable)

. . ⇢ [ dating ; kuroo tetsuro . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

Kuroo is very busy with volleyball and especially during seasons where matches are in. So during those times, he may not be there as much as you both like it. Though you two would have lunch together and sometimes, you would find little snacks in your bag that kuroo snuck in with a cute drawing + encouragement and words of affection

When you two are having your study dates, kuroo will be a scheming cat and just pretend to not understand just to listen to you. (You will catch on because he would have his mischievous smirk on his face.)

He is going to use his height against you that is 10000% certain. Like it can happen in two ways. The first way is that you can reach something and he gets it for you. But he teases you but holding it up high and tells you that he will only give it to you when you kiss him on the cheek. But this scheming cat will turn his head before your lips touch it so you end up kissing him on the lips)

(If you get flustered, his ego and pride inflates so much. He would have that annoying smirk and just LIVE for your cute expression. Please get use to that because teasing is basically programmed into his DNA lol )

The second way is again, you are reaching for something and he ends up going behind you, getting the thing, and ends up back hugging you while resting his head on your head. He would wrap his arms around your waist and just be like “I miss you” it probably only happens when he is feeling soft or after a long period of being away tbh

You two would watch a lot of paranormal stuff together. And he wouldn’t get scared. Instead you two might comment on how fake the props are. And I have to say that while you two are watching movies or something, his arm is going to be around your shoulders and he just rests it there. (If you are watching with friends, you two might even plot to randomly shout just to scare them)

He exclusively sends you cat memes no questions asked. It would be those cat memes with hearts and lovey dovey stuff. The usual. Ever since dating you, he would create a folder just for romantic cat reactions memes just to send to you

It’s honestly a given that you would end up befriending nekoma and kenma. Especially kenma. He would tell you embarrassing secrets and stories of what happened to kuroo when he is younger. (He will also tell you how kuroo gets his bed hair) he lowkey becomes a menace and just reveals kuroo’s most embarrassing moments

oK it’s canon that kuroo likes girls with longer hair and you have longer hair so it’s perfect. He might get into a habit of unconsciously playing with your hair. Though I don’t think he knows how to braid hairs or create any hairstyles other than a ponytail

He would read books that you are interested in. And it ends up with you two talking about it and talking about how some characters are dumb/made such a poor choice

Kuroo’s fairly adept and good at communication so it wouldn’t matter if you aren’t the best at it. He is highly observant and intuitive so he will pick up on little things and communicate to you about them. But at the same time if he sees you are uncomfortable, he will speak up/shoo away the person and comfort you

He will also push you out of your comfort zone if needed. Again, if he senses or sees that you are uncomfortable he will stop pushing you and just being you into his arms and praise you. You did challenge yourself after all

When he sees you are overthinking, he will stop it by forcing you to get a rest via saying he wants to cuddle and etc. and later on, he will guide your thought process and just talk you when somethings are unnecessary

In the case of your family, whenever that bring up your insecurities and taunt them, Kuroo would always comfort you with open arms no matter what. Needless to say he also doesn’t like your family. And when they meet, he might throw in some snarky remarks/provocations while still remaining an ideal son-in-law. Idk how he does it but he does it

He is the provocation king and he will do things just to annoy his teammates. So yamamoto ends up being his victim when he does PDA with you infront of them. Most of the times he does it on purpose to provoke his teammates

. . ⇢ [ couple pics ; kuroo tetsuro . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

. . ⇢ [ other compatibles . ] ˎˊ˗ ꒰ ☕️ ꒱

.˚🌙 ༘┊͙ chifuyu matsuno ;

You two would be so cute. You would be giggling at things so much because you two crack jokes with each other so often. And it’s honestly rare to see you two without having a smile or just laughing. And again memes galore. He has every reaction meme imaginable

He is another one who loves seeing you in his clothes especially his oversized hoodies. He will give it to you any chance he gets. If it’s snowing? He is taking off his hoodie, giving it to you, and just going with his jacket. He will insist you wear it even if he is shivering and his teeth are clattering.

Affection is a big thing in this relationship. There will be constant hand holding, cuddles, kisses. But I feel like Chifuyu might be more on the reserved and shy side at first when it comes to PDA. But as your relationship progresses, he wouldn’t mind PDA at all. As a matter in fact, takemitchy might be sick of it all lol

.˚🌙 ༘┊͙ hinata shoyo ;

So cute~ just two sunshines together making the world brighter. He would cheer you on no matter what you do. And when you are feeling anxious, he is there holding your hand and giving you reassurance. And you two are perfect. Your brutal honesty will be good for Hinata as sometimes he needs that honesty instead of a person beating around the bush

SO AFFECTIONATE. He gets so happy when you two hug. But he is shy in terms of affection so kisses would probably happen later in the relationship and in private. The first time you two kiss, he turns into a tomato and steam is coming out of his head. You would break him lol

Whenever you two see a stray dog, you two would stop and pet it and sometimes feed it something. There would be a time where the dog exclusively likes you and barks at Hinata. Hinata would end up barking back at the dog and just say “S/o is mine! Go find someone else! There’s many dogs in the sea!” “Shoyo, it’s there are many fish in the sea—not dogs.” “Oh—”

. . . . . ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ,, i just wanna say how it’s funny how I match you with boys who associate/likes cats when you are a dog person haha. Opposites attract 💕💕💕 ⌲˘͈ᵕ˘͈

[smackalicious]

I was tagged to do this by @basmathgirl so thank you for that!

Rules: Post your faves and then tag some people to get to know better.

Coffee: I am not much of a coffee drinker (too bitter for me), so I don’t really have a preference here.

Tea: Celestial Seasonings Morning Thunder (with sugar)

Food: My current fave are these Sweet Chili chips from Way Better. OMG those with some Tostitos Queso Blanco dip? Yum. Also sweet Thai chili sauce in general. I’m obsessed with it.

Scent: Lilacs!

Author: OMG that’s so hard. D: Especially since I mostly read nonfiction these days, I don’t have one specific author I turn to. I like reading about nature and the environment and also like survival stories, things like that, lol. 

Artist: I don’t think I have one? I’m more likely to like individual pieces.

Movie: Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy. LMAO It’s not an elegant choice by any means, but it ALWAYS makes me laugh.

Fictional character: So many, but I have to go with Tobias Fornell. He’s the one I get most excited to see when he appears. Maybe bc he’s just a recurring/guest character, but ya know. I love him.

Band/type of music: Now THIS one is tough bc I listen to virtually everything (except for like screamo or death metal, lol), BUT my fave singer of all time is Mike Doughty and my fave type of music has to just be indie rock in general. 

Season: Fall!

Flower: I love so many flowers, but my faves have to be lilacs (of course) and lily of the valley. I also love dahlias bc I think they look really cool and peonies bc I also like how they look and they always make me think of that MY PEONIES! video, lmao.

Colour: Olive green

Animal: This should come as a surprise to absolutely nobody, but PIGS!

Architectural style: Uh, strange question, lol. I don’t think I have a preference. I do like mid-century modern, though. That definitely fits my aesthetic.

Mountains or beach: Mountains, I think.

Meadows or forests: Both, but forests a little more, I think.

Random fact about you: I never liked Coke growing up, but now I love it, lol. My dad would be so happy bc he always drank it and would tease me about it bc I didn’t like it. :P I know taste buds change, but I still think it’s funny how that happened.

Who to tag, who to tag... @akka-van-kebnekaise, @machtaholic, @shannonhutchins, @baronessblixen and anybody else who wants to do it!

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SUMMER IN THE CITY 2022 (Vingio Parkas, Lithuania): A SUMMARY

Pre-show(s)

• I passed by a cute poster from a child for Måneskin 🥺 • I got immensely thirsty so I had to leave the fanzone section several times to get water (additionally I bought a kibin and fries with ketchup) • my eyeliner exploded on my eye in a way so I had to find a tissue but instead I got gauze from the ambulance tent and that sufficed • I ended up taking a selfie with a woman with the same shirt as me • thank God for the special bracelets of the event, otherwise I would have likely had not been let in the fanzone if I had to show tickets, cuz I noticed I immediately lost it lol • the most worn colour in clothing was green and idk why • long rows to get beer, that’s why there were lots of beer-selling tents from the one sponsor I s’pose • there was a place that required an extra bracelet for entrance, and one that required an electronic/vape cigarette jautì • great band to discover! energy abound • would recommend them to go to our Eurovision NF just for the fun of it lol • love the on screen graphics and how they seem to incorporate a lot of texting art • their music alternates between fun and moody • the bassist kinda reminded me of Ariel Pink with that pink blonde hair omg • blue was a prominent colour for some performances ig • the band said they were always asked of why are they writing about love so they wrote an entire current album they have recently released about love • Monika Liu, who performed with them on the last song. Queen • Monika was astounded for how many people were there to watch the concert, highlighting this fact while performing not once, but twice • she put her entire Liussy in this performance • another person they sang with is Gabrielė Vilkickytė (our 2017 Eurovision NF participant) • all the members are so damn fine wtf • the band lowkey promised they will be at one of the merchstands in one of the white tents... yeah I checked and I couldn’t see them for the life of me Daddy Was a Milkman • only later did I remember this was a one-man project, and it felt like it because his touring band didn’t create a band feeling • they firstly largely played indie music that I don’t remember them being known for but they maybe actually were • and when they played electronic music, GOD they were GOOD at it • during one of the songs the singer asked the audience if they’re waiting for the next act’s concert (Justinas Jarutis) and of course if we all waited for Måneskin (which received the loudest cheer lol) • their graphics were absolutely lithuania (without the “huania”) • overall a decent enough set! they have a mostly English repertoire but it’s not so bad Justinas Jarutis • his artist logo was written in the Stranger Things font?? supposedly??? but it didn’t look like a Stranger Things logo because it was not in red neon • he seemed to be such a flirt, he made a small wink to those at him on the catwalk part of the stage • one of his backing singers was Rūta Loop (the gal from our Eurovision national selections of 2018, 2020 and 2022) • during his performances, there were air balloons flying all above and it felt gorgeous • he apparently performed some song more than once because he really loved it, and also brought in an unreleased-ish song too. the power of having to hear the exclusives, it’s sheer fun • one of the two acts to take a moment to remind us of Ukraine, saying the “Slava Ukraini” phrase at the end of his speech and I barely heard anyone responding back so I shouted back the “Heroyam slava” at him • what followed up was a somber song, idk if it was that one about Ukraine that so many singers teamed up to sing on or some other one • he has this one currently very known song in the nation with a singer called Jessica Shy, titled “Rugpjūtis” (August) and the audience really loved singing it along. I only heard it once in a meme so I only knew to sing along to the part that I saw as a meme lol. The audience really effing loved it, no doubt • fabulous set The Vaccines • somehow I felt like their lead singer Justin felt like and even kind of sounded and looked like Damon Albarn (a bit more so in his prime) from afar of my seeing • I think I heard Justin attempting to say “hello” in Lithuanian and it was cute • Justin was the only one to say the name of the festival (Summer in the City) out loud. Twice. No other act really cared about this festival’s name at all apparently or something • also was the one to constantly remind us that we’re waiting for Måneskin • the entire band felt like charismatic little guys, lead singer Justin the most so, I loved how he moved a lot around the stage, but I think he was rarely on the catwalk part of it • I shouldn’t have exhausted my camera on this band because I was filming at least one bit of almost each one and every of their songs in hopes that one of them is “If You Wanna”, and now I have no bloody idea which one of them was “If You Wanna” • there was this dude near me who I think was a bit of a fan of the band, claiming to know their every single song that’s performed on stage • overall a lovely band, would recommend them to the last few ppl who hadn’t seen them

Måneskin • before they went on, a lot of the audience were yelling their name several times and screaming when some guy was filming or showcasing the audience • Damiano said something random at the microphone before performing, idk what was that but it was random • I SCREAMED MY ASS OFF to a lot of the songs lmaooooo, most notably when “Zitti e buoni” chorus came on, then some of “Coraline”, then some of In nome del padre, then a bunch of others, such as “Beggin’”, their cover of “Womanizer” (yes really they did that song), “Mammamia” and ”I Wanna Be Your Slave”. Cannot recall the rest • also “Zitti e buoni”, the VERY first song, is when my camera died, and Damiano didn’t even start singing the verses yet 😭 • Damiano splashed the nearest audience with his waterbottles. Twice. • Damiano saying something akin to “this is the first time we’re here so we’ll be judgy/judging” addressing this to the audience • so much of Victoria and Thomas action in the catwalk part of the stage!! • Damiano being on top of Thomas at some point I think • Damiano’s shirt hanging onto him for its dear life • Thomas looking lovely with his fit and a cute little beret ;3 • someone there came in with balloons that said “MÅ” that were coloured red and white. also someone held a poster (or two people did that) saying “I love you more than pizza” 🤣 • Damiano playing with a stage light and flashing it around the audience during the extended “For Your Love” guitar solo (iirc) • they played 3 covers (aside “Beggin’” of course), one was Britney’s “Womanizer”, the other being “My Generation” I think (or some song with those lyrics because I have no idea wtf was that song and it couldn’t be “Touch Me”), and some song by Iggy Pop. didn’t rly care for the Iggy Pop cover lol • Damiano at some point saying that either his voice is tired or just in general hinted that they will perform a slower song next. I was screaming “CORALINE” (with its English spelling cuz I’m a dumbass) while ppl around me seemingly wanted “Torna a casa”??? And when they played “Coraline” I felt satisfied as hell, hah! 😝 • “big” stage dive moment for Thomas during “I Wanna Be Your Slave” • we had to lower down for some part of “I Wanna Be Your Slave”, and after a while, we had to be constantly jumping cuz Damiano wanted us to • the way Damiano said “ARE YOU READY” several times but never played said song, that’s so them • it took me forever to recognize “Gasoline” when they were playing it, I’m so embarrassed of myself • the Britney cover was a perfect choice for all this time because Damiano IS a “womanizer”, but while they were singing it, I could not stop thinking about the Franz Ferdinand version of that song • the band members left the stage before the last song and we all started singing the football chant they themselves were singing in the winners’ press conference. lmao the power of turning the “Seven Nation Army” riff into a sing-alongable chant • a drone was flown by some guy to give us some one photo captured on Instagram to show just how fucking many of us were in that open air stage • ABOUT THE BIG “FANS ON STAGE MOMENT”: I wasn’t admitted to get on there but I helped the last fan to hop over the security fence leading to the stage (I hope that this is not the 33 year old woman who grabbed Damiano...), and then no more were admitted lol. I couldn’t see the big grabby moment cuz I focused on everyone having so much fun (including the MÅ balloons girl and two ladies with one Ukrainian flag on one of them and one Icelandic flag on another one of them) Jovani

• played after all the acts for what can I only assume an afternight special • didn’t get to focus on seeing his set because I had to leave the park as soon as Måneskin finished performing (but not before buying an IWBYS shirt) • what I heard is that he played loads of “classics” and yelled on songs sometimes like a regular DJ does Post-show • litter everywhere • in general I saw myself on the audience shot section on the stage screens 2-3 times • me seeing security prompted me to quote this one Tananai instastory that became an in-joke among my Twitter-circle of friends • I asked some woman what time is it, she didn’t “look it up”, we didn’t have a great convo and then she ran off to somewhere • my phone died so I called through 2 phones of other people to get me away from the park • like I said, I also bought an additional Måneskin shirt which was too big for my size so now I’ll have it as a pyjama