#sejun babie...

[limsejun]

[kimjiwoong]

look who it is!!

[jongbross]

picture perfect (kim jongin x f!reader)

pairing: kim jongin x f!reader

word count: idk 🥹

genre: fluffy, pure fluffy

warnings: jongin being a funny dad

a/n: i know i have requests to write but i couldn't stop thinking about this. i wanna have kids with him 🥹

"appa, no!", your oldest son whined as jongin held both him and his young brother inside his arms. "nooo!"

"you heard your mother", jongin said between chuckles. he lifted both his children from the ground, walking towards the hallway.

"i don't wanna shower", the youngest one said, words being slightly mispronounced by his 4 years old tongue.

jongin stopped walking, looking down at his son with a shocked expression. "you're gonna get stinky? oh my gosh, my son is gonna stink!"

"i won't, dad~"

"jagi, juyeon said he doesn't like to shower!", jongin dramatically announced, putting his sons down and walking back to the kitchen. "he said he wants to live in the dirt."

you turned around with a smile on your face, hands still working on the dinner you were preparing. you met jongin, pointing at juyeon, the youngest, while he stared at his dad with the cutest, most shocked expression on his little face.

"you can't do that, baby", you said.

"but, omma...", juyeon tried to defend himself, but nothing came out.

sejun, the oldest, laughed out loud at his little brother - but quickly stopped as you shot him a look.

"both of you to the shower, go", you turned around to your tasks once again. "do as your father says."

you heard the boys whining as jongin grabbed them again. "told ya~", jongin said. "your mom's the boss here, not appa."

"why?", juyeon whined, still trying to get away from his father's embrace.

it was jongin's turn to laugh. "i'm scared of her, aren't you scared of her?".

"omma! appa said he's scared of you!", sejun shouted. from the sound of his laughter, you could clearly picture jongin tickling the little boy down the hallway.

"what's that now?"

"nothing, jagi, we love you~", jongin shouted between laughs.

oh, you wouldn't trade your boys for nothing in this world.

[slytherinshua]

ZANNAAAA

first of all, I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT TALKING TO YOU FOR SO LONG!! life has been so hectic and Tumblr hasn't really been seen as appealing so I didn't go on it to actually get updated on anything !!

second of all, LUCY NEW ALBUM !!! I'M SOOO CURIOUS ON UR THOUGHTS ON IT BC YOU'VE KNOWN THEM LONGER. I personally think that it's literally so good, all of the songs are such masterpieces.

third of all, TXT NEW SINGLE LOVE LANGUAGE. I AM SO FREAKING EXCITED. DID YOU HEAR THE FREAKING PREVIEW????? I ACTUALLY FELT LIKE LEVITATING ALDKFJDLSKJFALSDKJF (did u also see hyuka's post...)

fourth of all, TWS COMEBACKKKKKKK. IM SO SAD THAT HANJIN BARELY GOT ANY LINES AND SCREEN TIME FOR THEIR TITLE TRACK :(((( THE WHOLE ALBUM IS ALSO REALLY GOOD ALDSJFKD

i love being a multistan :))

HI LUCY !!!! MISSED YOU <333 don't worry i completely get that we all need a break from stuff ESP if things are hectic in your personal life

THE LUCY ALBUM STOP DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED. idk if i've told you about this or talked about this much on tumblr but i've been associated with hippos since i was a baby like hippos are literally MY THING, my favourite animal my everything. i have an entire wall of artwork of hippos that my sister has drawn for me over the years, a hippo stuffie collection, and much more <33 so when i saw that the album cover was a hippo and the title track was called hippo and then after i watched the mv I WAS NOT EVEN PROCESSING ANYTHING LIKE????? they literally made this song for ME. i'm convinced cause wtf its so cute and ughhhh i just love it all sm :(( i haven't given the bsides the proper attention they need yet cause i've had a lot of comebacks recently to properly listen to and im just taking my time (also way too immersed in weak hero and its soundtrack for the past few days so thats mainly what ive been listening to oops) BUT IK THE ENTIRE ALBUM IS A SLAY IM PRETTY SURE IVE LISTENED TO EACH BSIDE AT LEAST ONCE JUST NOT WITH FULLY FOCUSED EARS YK <//3

I LISTENED TO THE PREVIEW I SAW IM FREAKING IT OUT IT SOUNDS SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE god i always have faith in txt theyre one of those groups that will never miss for me but im genuinely so hyped for this its gonna be so good

TWS COMEBACK SO GOOD they almost made me cry <//3 im just so nostalgic over them and how far they've come i love them so much !!!!!! i know i noticed that while watching the mv :( been like that since debut and i kinda wonder if its smth hes decided he wanted less lines or its smth else idk </3 but i wish we could hear more of him !!! or at least have more screen time of him even if he doesn't get many lines in the song

its always so chaotic and busy at all times but its the best feeling ever too so many exciting comebacks and so much to look forward too all the time !!! (personally rn im stoked about astro's ot5 concert thatll happen pretty soon IM GENUINELY STILL PROCESSING THAT ITS A REAL THING LIKE WDYM ROCKY BACK TOGETHER W ASTRO FOR A CONCERT, sejun from victon's solo debut, and chenle's ep!!!!!)

[kpopagere]

Our baby⋆‧🦢˚⋆*•.

ᯓ★ byungchan x victon

little˚. byungchan❀

cgs˚. victon★

word count: 670༚.°

a/c: felt like writing abt my ult bias, byungchan because he’s just so cutee ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

ᯓ★ please, consider reblogging if you like my works

?✦˙.⌗💭★๑ 

If you ask the Victon members what is their favorite activity they would answer taking care of their little one. Yes, it is hard work, but it is also exciting and fun. Moreover, there is nothing more precious than byunhchan’s smile. Everything on their little is perfect, especially his cute little dimples. His cute nose and pink lips and … to put it simply byungchan is perfect. He I their precious little angel.

Right now their perfect little angel needs an urgent diaper change. He is lying on his stomach on the soft carpet in the living room and watches the TV. He is deep in his little space, he is feeling like a little baby today which means lots of work for the members. Seungsik is currently trying to deal with the  huge mountain of dirty clothes which gathered in the laundry room and in the same time nags that no one in the household is helping him. Seungwoo is hiding under the bed in his room to avoid work and subin is painting the walls in sejun’s bedroom, again. This is subin’s punishment, he was supposed to look after the little one but fell asleep and byungchan used the moment of inattention to draw on the walls. Sejun is out with chan and they are doing grocery shopping while hanse is acting like he is busy taking care of their baby.

The truth is that hanse doesn’t really pay attention to byungchan until he starts to cry because the wet diaper is becoming uncomfortable. He weakly squirms to turn around and face his daddy. Hanse finally spots his discomfort and gets up to fetch the diaper bag.

Hanse carefully grabs the tapes at the sides of the diaper and prays that he won’t find a poo inside. Luckily for him byungchan only peed so it is a quite easy task. Hanse uses wet wipes to clean his bottom and crotch before unfolding a clean diaper and sliding it underneath their baby.

Hanse leaves the living room for a second to throw away the dirty diaper. Byungchan is sucking on a pacifier and whines when he spots his daddy coming. The baby is lonely without his daddy and Hanse has to pick him up if he wants to prevent a hysterical tantrum. Hanse turns off the TV and sits their baby on the couch. Byungchan is happy that he turned his attention to him and happily claps his hands. Hanse can’t avoid taking care of him anymore. Byungchan is babbling something and slobbers on his onesie while his daddy listens to him as if he can understand. Hanse thinks that maybe byungchan is hungry so he takes him to his high chair and goes to prepare a bottle of warm milk for him. Byungchan recognizes the silent buzzing of the strange box called the bottle warmer and licks his lips. He really got hungry while thinking about milk.

Hanse waits a few minutes and checks that the milk isn’t too hot. It isn’t so he brushes the rubber nipple against byungchan’s lips and the little one immediately latches on it. He is hungrily sucking on the delicious milk and his daddy holds the bottle for him. After finishing the milk byungchan yawns and rubs his eyes. Hanse grabs him under armpits to burp him, then carries him in his bedroom. Byungchan keeps rubbing his eyes and Hanse takes a pair of thin mittens so byungchan won’t rub his eyes any longer, his nails could hurt his eyes. Hanse finished putting the mittens on byungchan‘s hands and then tucked him in the bed. Byungchan whines when his daddy covers him with the soft blanket and hanse pushes a pacifier between his lips. Byungchan sucks on it and his eyes start to close. He is asleep in the matter of a few minutes and hanse sneaks out of the room. The little one is asleep and hanse needs to find another excuse to avoid doing chores before seungsik can find him.

[nolanhollogay]

hugging while twirling around

choiwen s3 reunion for ME for US

+

"Sejun-ah, I love you more than life itself, but if you don't sit still I am going to push you out of this car," Artemis said, grabbing Achilles' bouncing knee and pressing it down.

They pouted, resting their head on her shoulder. "Sorry. I'm just excited. And nervous."

Pressing her hand on their cheek, she said, "I know, I can feel it bursting out of you." She brushed a hand through their hair. It was getting long again and it felt right. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm sure Ricky is still as disturbingly obsessed with you as he was at the beginning of the summer."

The two of them were returning from their trip to Korea. It was supposed to be for the entire summer, but their mother made them come home an entire month early because she supposedly missed them. Achilles was waiting for the catch.

Regardless, it had been disappointing at first, but it ended up being a blessing in disguise because Ricky had finished his camp thing a few days ago, and now they could spend the rest of the summer together.

Achilles rolled their eyes. "You say that like you didn't talk to Kourtney every day. You were worse than me and Ricky."

"That's completely different!"

+

Achilles was halfway through unpacking their suitcase when there was a knock at their door. They almost didn't hear it over the sound of NCT bursting through their speakers. Confused, they paused the music, walking over. No one else was home except Halmeoni and she never knocked.

They opened the door, and everything froze when they saw Ricky on the other side.

"Hey," he said with a smile. "Halmeoni let me in."

Achilles didn't even bother to respond, too busy launching themself into his arms.

He stumbled as they wrapped their legs around his waist, one hand curling around their thigh to hold them up, the other gripping the back of their t-shirt. Then they were spinning, breathless laughter bursting out of them. Achilles buried their face in his neck, breathing him in. He was sunwarm and he smelled like artificial coconut.

He stopped spinning, adjusting his hold on Achilles and smiled when they pulled back to look at him. "Hi, baby."

Achilles' stomach fluttered. God, they'd missed him. "Hi."

[criminalcve]

𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭

"Ezra, could you please just look at me?"

Yet another fight. He's supposed to be the baby, the one that gets doted on by his older sister. Yet, the only thing that ever seemed to go down when Iza was around was fighting. The two of them look so vastly different from each other. Iza's tiny five-foot-three frame to his six-one. She's manicured, but she always has been. Not a hair out of place, not a single strand of lint. He's always been messy, but he blamed it on his more rugged personality.

"What, so you can scold me again?" He shoots back, turning to face his sister. They used to be so close, he used to love hanging out with her if not to just hang out with Sejun, his sister's husband. Sejun and Amie were always so calming. So kind and generous. Over the years, it just seemed to him that he and Iza had slowly grown apart. It felt like there was a wall between them. "Sejun wouldn't let you do this."

"Sejun's not here. And don't go involving him, he's already busy enough as it is." He always hated when Iza's eyebrows furrowed like that. She looked like their mom way too much when she did that. "I'm just worried about you."

"Last time I checked, I'm my own keeper, Izabella." He narrows his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest. It gets a scoff from his sister. "You know what I mean. You're just lucky you haven't gotten some poor girl pregnant at this rate. All I hear about is what nonsense you get up to. You've slept with idols, non-idols, influencers. You could just text h-"

"Shut up." He snaps. "She left me, Iza. Left me. She didn't want me. You're just the lucky one, not everyone gets the happy ending you got. Not everyone grows up next to the person you're meant to be with." He can see it stings. "Stop acting like mom, you're not her and you never will be."

[madneocity-universe]

Isabelle Mèliés: Pretty young flower.

Esse inferno ficou TÃO GRANDE que eu dividi em duas partes e esse NÃO É O DEBUT. FODA. É FODA!

Isabelle tem plena consciência que é ridículo uma mulher de sua idade — psicanalista formada e bem sucedida, independente, mãe e companheira de uma mesma pessoa há anos — estar escondida atrás de um sofá por causa de uma aranha. Não só escondida, mas com medo, nojo de verdade, sentindo o coração querendo sair pela boca tamanho nervosismo.

Marie, que está segura e muito apertada em seu colo, também acha ridículo uma pessoa do tamanho de sua mãe se enfiar ali dizendo um "quando seu pai chegar, ele resolve", quando não se tem nada pra resolver. Uma aranhazinha daquele tamaninho não mete medo em ninguém, e principalmente e mais importante, não mete medo nela.

— Petit, onde você está indo?

Resolver o problema, a mais jovem pensa com seus neurônios de criança de dois anos, depois de deixar os braços da mãe e escalar o outro sofá da sala até alcançar a parede com sua baby bag da Chanel, não pensando duas vezes antes de arremessar a bolsa no inseto e esmagá-lo.

Sem choro, sem birra, nem preparação psicológica. Ela ainda faz questão de olhar pra cara da mãe durante todo o ato, balançando a cabeça com indiferença.

Quem é a adulta aqui, afinal de contas?

Mas não era como se Isabelle se sentisse adulta suficiente pra ser mãe, pra começo de conversa, quando aquele atraso em seu ciclo se fez presente. Mesmo que estivesse na idade perfeita, em um relacionamento saudável e amoroso e respeitoso com sua alma gêmea e que ela tivesse uma vida estável, nada do que a médica de Maejig Senteo dizia parecia fazer sentido.

Como ela, exatamente do jeito que ela era, ia ser mãe de alguém?

Seus pais eram pessoas horríveis, a trataram de uma maneira horrível também por anos até o dia que ela resolveu sair da reta deles. Todas as figuras mais velhas que ela tinha consistiam em colegas de trabalho e não realmente alguém que ela pudesse pedir conselhos, e não importa o quanto ela pensasse que era uma pessoa boa e emocionalmente inteligente, ela não parecia uma boa candidata. Talvez ela realmente não fosse.

Bebês precisavam de atenção, amor incondicional, paciência e pessoas conscientes ao seu redor, suficiente pra entender que eles são indivíduos em formação e precisam ser compreendidos e alguém que os ensine o tempo todo. Então, se ela mesma sentia que podia oferecer todas aquelas coisas, por que a ideia a deixava tão apavorada?

Ela mal consegue imaginar uma vida crescendo em sua barriga agora, enquanto observa o próprio corpo no espelho do quarto do casal, pela primeira vez na vida nem um pouco preocupada com sua aparência ou procurando imperfeições em si mesma, mas sim por se sentir ansiosa. Genuinamente ansiosa e confusa e prestes a começar a chorar quando procura pela outra pessoa naquele barco com ela, torcendo pra que os braços dele a salvem daquela espiral de medo.

— Sejun, o que nós vamos fazer?

Ter o bebê e dar o melhor deles, claro.

Parecia muito óbvio antes mesmo deles se sentarem no sofá e falarem sobre absolutamente todos os pensamentos e receios que eles tinham, desde as situações mais complexas — nós concordamos com o mesmo tipo de criação? Nós vamos ter o bebê na Ásia ou na Europa? Nós entendemos a importância de manter as duas raízes naquela pequena vida? — até os detalhes mais simples — gênero não importa, estamos prontos financeiramente, nós vamos nos apoiar independente de qualquer coisa —, mas eram questões pertinentes. Eram questões válidas, e uma vez que ela tinha entendido que não estava sozinha e que tinha escolhido a pessoa certa desde o começo, ela não tinha mais medo.

E nem achava que era insuficiente pro papel.

— E se o bebê for um dragão?

Felizmente, as pessoas em volta também pareciam bem confiantes com a chegada do bebê.

— Eu não acho que existe a possibilidade, Hua. Mas agradecemos a preocupação. — Isabelle responde a garota mais jovem com paciência, mas internamente se perguntando se foi uma boa ideia dizer que eles podiam dar uma olhadinha nela enquanto Mei e Hanbin… Bom. Tiravam o tempo deles daquela vida de pais de três por um sábado.

— Ah, mas eu não estou preocupada. — A Choi do meio insiste, deixando seus lápis de cor de lado pra se aconchegar ao lado de Isabelle, que tentava pintar as quinas restantes do quarto do bebê, ao prosseguir. — Eu acho que ela ia ser muito mais legal se fosse um dragão.

E não é aquela resposta que deixa ela chocada, mas sim a informação nas entrelinhas da garotinha de cinco anos.

— Como você sabe que é ela?

São quase quatro meses agora, mas eles não estavam realmente preocupados com aquele detalhe, então como ela poderia saber?

A resposta vem com Hua se inclinando no colo da loira, encostando o ouvido em cima de sua barriga e soltando uma risadinha divertida com a situação de terror que tinha acabado de instalar naquele quarto, ao ponto de Isabelle olhar desesperada para Sejun montando o berço no outro canto.

— Eu só sei que vai ser ela, e nós vamos ser melhores amigas.

Hua Choi não tinha sido a primeira e nem a última fazendo previsões e pensamentos sobre como o bebê ia ser, mas entre todos os palpites, o que Isabelle menos esperava ser real eram as palavras certas e convictas de Amalia dizendo que ia ser uma fujona.

Porque desde que Marie Kim, a primeira de seu nome, aprendeu a andar, nunca mais houve paz e todos os banhos e trocas de fralda tiveram que se tornar uma tarefa de dois: duas pessoas adultas correndo atrás de um bebê que só sabiam fugir e bancar o need for speed pela casa.

— Eu sabia que a gente não devia ter contado vitória quando ela nasceu sem dar um pio e só dormiu nos primeiros meses. — Porque também era ridículo entrar numa maratona, todos os dias, por causa de uma coisinha daquele tamanho.

Mas valia tanto a pena quando ela olhava pra eles como se fossem as pessoas mais importantes da vida dela, abrindo um sorriso sem dentes e parecendo corar por ter tanta atenção em cima dela, tão jovem e pequena, e totalmente capaz de dormir ao ser enrolada em uma toalha e embalada por qualquer um dos dois.

Ela também devia ter acreditado que o bebê, com toda certeza, ia ser uma cópia perfeita de Sejun como a maioria dos bebês, depois que perdiam a cara de joelho e tomavam pra si todos os genes do pai.

Tirando os fios loiros e o nariz, aquela coisinha era como o reflexo perfeito dele: o sorriso, as covinhas nas bochechas, o formato dos olhos, as pintinhas nos mesmos lugares e a mania adorável de se desligar do mundo exterior só pra ouvir a outra pessoa com toda atenção. Hipnotizada, fascinada, tão atenta a todos os detalhes, como se nada fosse mais importante do que ouvir a mãe falar enquanto as duas faziam doces na cozinha.

— Quando eu era mais jovem, as pessoas que me criaram me diziam que eu não podia comer todas as coisas que eu queria. — Isabelle toma o cuidado de não identificar os próprios pais como avós de Marie, mesmo que ela tenha três anos agora, e esteja muito concentrada nela pra questionar. — Eles tentavam controlar tudo o que eu fazia e me diziam que era pro meu bem… As pessoas iam gostar mais de mim se eu fosse exatamente como eles achavam que eu devia ser, então eu acreditei nisso por muito, muito tempo, e não comi minhas sobremesas favoritas por causa deles também.

Marie tem uma coordenação motora ótima e é uma perfeccionista, só pelo jeito como ela corta os biscoitos com atenção, enrola cada croissant de chocolate com delicadeza e olha eles várias vezes antes de entregar pra mãe colocar em uma assadeira.

— Eu tive muitos problemas, ainda fico preocupada às vezes e eu precisei de muita ajuda pra entender que a comida não é minha inimiga. — A loira completa, pegando a criança nos braços e deixando ela participar da tarefa de colocar a bandeja no forno. — E muito mais do que criar memórias com você, nós somos melhores amigas e isso é algo que eu sempre quero compartilhar com você.

Porque não tem nada tão especial quanto comer sem culpa seu doce favorito com as pessoas que você ama, mesmo que Marie fosse mestre em grudar chocolate no próprio cabelo e na casa inteira, fazia parte do processo.

Ver ela saudável, feliz e segura, era o resultado esperado e recompensador acima de tudo. Afinal, e aí que eles tinham feito a criatura mais carismática, social e acessível do mundo todo, e as pessoas agora só queriam saber dela?

— Você já teve a impressão de que eles gostam mais dela, do que da gente? — Isabelle acha importante pontuar ao lado de Sejun, vendo Basile e Seungmin a um passo de saírem na mão pra saber quem era o tio favorito da pequena Marie, e a um passo de passarem mal quando ela solta um espirro. Fofo. — Nós estamos sendo completamente ignorados. Totalmente ignorados.

Pelo menos agora eles tinham paz, né?

[dahlia-krp]

❀ 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆:

━ ◦ ❀ [ TOZ ] Anthonny Iinuma ( Anthonny ) (sunflower) ━ ◦ ❀ [ VICTON ] Lim Sejun (baby's breath) ━ ◦ ❀ [ P1HARMONY ] Yoon Keeho (water lillies)

You have 48 hours to add our two mod accounts; The Shopkeeper and The Florist. If you fail to do so within the given time, the character will become available again. Welcome to our blossoming garden! ♥

[enmi-land]

farewell, 𝒩everland ( NSFW MASTERLiST ) &&. RETURN 𝓗OME ?! ꣹ ◜ 🍓 𝐌𝐀𝐢𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐢𝐒𝐓 !

✶ BASiCS

HER ⠀⦂ mila files ╱ enfinit profiles ╱ relationships ╱ credits

ERAS⠀⦂

romance: untold ❪ xo visuals ╱ untold cinema ❫

MISCELLANEOUS ⠀⦂ dorms ╱ future family ╱ discography ╱ dark moon lore

✶ VARiETY & SNS

WEVERSE ⠀⦂ filler comp

STAN TWITTER ⠀⦂ iconic fate tour moments

TIKTOK ⠀⦂ mila jump challenge

YOUTUBE ⦂ the m in mila stands for meme material ╱ mila and her favourite oppa

VARIETY ⠀⦂ i-land ╱ en-o’clock ╱ hybe caterers

TEXTS ⠀⦂ ‘we need to talk’ prank

✶ WRiTiNGS

( ‘O22 )────────𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝗍𝗐𝗈

XO, MILA ⠀⦂ mlist

Mila has been fighting a hopeless war with her self and her profound—and potentially problematic—feelings for her seven co-members. She wants to let her feelings rest, but before she does, she wants one last chance at winning their hearts.

TOUGH LOVE 。。。OT8 ，angst fluff

📌YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL 。。。OT8 ，angst fluff 【NEW】

( ‘O23 )────────𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝗍𝗁𝗋𝖾𝖾

PRETTY GIRL 。。。OT8 ，fluff

LOVESICK 。。。OT8 ，mature

BABY FEVER 。。。OT8 ，fluff

LOVE ON MY SKIN 。。。NRK ，fluff

ONE OF THE GIRLS 。。。OT8 ( ft. HWANG SEJUN/OC ) ，mature angst au

EXTRA ONESHOT, OLDER 。。。HWANG SEJUN，mature au

( ‘O24 )────────𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒, 𝗍𝗐𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗒-𝖿𝗈𝗎𝗋

ANGEL BABY 。。。KSN ，fluff

ROUGH PATCH 。。。OT8 ，angst fluff

SMARTER BABY 。。。OT8 ( HYUNGZ&YJW )， mature

ATLAS & THE WORLD 。。。YJW ，fluff

WHAT’S UP? 。。。NRK ，fluff

ATTENTION 。。。OT8 ���fluff humour

STARBOYZ 。。。NRK&YJW ，fluff

NOBODY KNOWS 。。。OT8 ，humour mature

( ‘OOO )────────𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅𝗌

DIMENSIONAL DILEMMA 。。。OT8 ( ft. @laladellakang KANG DELLA )，angst fluff au

OUR UNIVERSE 。。。OT8 ，au 【BIRTHDAY SPECIAL】

[freakinbads]

Amie canonically has baby pink hair.

Amie thought about being an idol for a total of 2.5 seconds. She became an animator instead after going to college.

She has a double major degree in business and animation

She had leukemia as a child and is in remission. She spent her days in the hospital listening to her older brother Sejun tell stories of princesses and princes and dragons.

She is still human. While she is goodness personified, she is still a human being with a human lifespan. People simply feel comfortable around Amie because her aura is very comforting. Her brother is "human-ish", as one of "the earth's batteries".

Amie grew up with Mikey and Jinwoo especially, and Mikey and her are same-age friends.

[hybrid-babies]

Seonghwa: Oh! Joongie you did such a good job~ *kisses his cheek* Are those little notes attached to the roses?

Christian: *smirks* Ooh Pizza~ Nice of you, short stack. Remind me to send Ms. Minji a gift and the other girls something too.

Guk: The babies are gonna be on sugar highs for a week with all those cakes..

Byungchan, Eunwoo, San: CAKE?!

Daehyun: Hey- wait a minute you three!

Seungwoo: Too late- oh-

Taeyang: *face palms*

Sejun: What in the world- Byungie how did you get cake in you hair that quickly??

Hongjoong: *ties the last balloon and smiles* Perfect- No where… *huffs* How did I get left in charge… I’m going to have a long talk about delegation of tasks…

The girls want to make sure that everyone was taken care of and felt loved. I told them not to worry about Christian but I got dirty looks and Minji waved a sharp kitchen thing… So… *smiles* Thank you all for the help. From the bottom of my heart.

Wooyoung: No matter how small and cold it is *laughs*

@hybrid-babies

[slytherinshua]

KISS AND MAKE UP

genre. fluff. angst. hurt/comfort ig. warnings. crying. fighting. kissing. pairing. fiancé!sejun x fem!reader. wc. 1.4k. request. requested by @nyukyujs: arguing over the phone and you end up crying which makes lim sejun rush over to your place. a/n. the victon brainrot is back folks... what if sejun was my bias (skdjsk IM JOKING IM JOKING)

“How am I supposed to know when you don’t communicate, Sejun?! I scheduled the date for tonight 2 weeks ago! You didn’t say a word about extra practices until 10 minutes ago! I thought you’d be home an hour ago.” You yelled through the phone. You were getting frustrated with the situation, which was unfortunately translating into bursting out at your fiance. This didn’t happen often with Sejun, but it had started to happen more and more recently, and you hated it. Usually he was good with his schedule. Things hadn’t popped up out of nowhere like this in 2 years. You weren’t sure why you were unable to handle it right now.

You heard a tired sigh from the other side of the phone, “I don’t know what you want me to do, Y/n. The guys are waiting for me.” He sounded annoyed. In the back of your head, you knew he had every right to be.

You had texted him after you had gotten ready for the date, asking when he would get home. The week had been extremely busy for him, and the date that you had so carefully planned had completely slipped his mind. Extra dance practices and song recording sessions were scheduled for the entire night. You knew that Sejun couldn’t just drop them to go on a silly dinner date with you.

“If you had just said something yesterday then I could’ve cancelled the reservations! I’m already at the restaurant.” You gulped down an uncomfortable itch in your throat. Your nose burned and you knew that tears would be next. Fighting with Sejun was hands down your least favourite activity. You wanted to sink into the ground and never come up again.

��Did you see how fucking tired I was yesterday!? I barely had energy to take a shower before bed!” His response rang in your ear uncomfortably and you let out a shaky sigh. He was right. Of course he was right. You were being unreasonable for expecting this date to happen after his busy schedule all week.

“I… I don’t know, Sejun.” You mumbled, breaking down a little. You tried to hide your shaky breath and sniffles, but you were sure he caught onto them. “I missed you so much— I just wanted tonight to be for us.” You choked out, a sob ringing through the air. You had already hailed a cab amidst your tears. You just wanted to get home as quickly as possible. There was no use waiting at the restaurant when your fiance would be a no-show.

“Are you crying, Y/n?” This question came a little softer than the previous ones. The sound of your sniffles must have been enough to alert him to your distress. You cried pretty easily, and Sejun was used to it— but he could definitely decipher when the situation was serious.

Though he wasn’t sure if you knew or not, he was worried about you. How could he not be? He hadn’t really been able to spend time with you for days on end; and for two people whose relationship 70% of the time consisted of clinging to each other, he had felt the toll as much as you had. You said you missed him, and he missed you as well. So, so much.

The question— the worry in his voice— had you crying even harder. You still tried to keep it quiet for the sake of the taxi driver, but you didn’t hide it from Sejun. You held the phone up to your ear, squishing it right against your skin.

“Please talk to me. Please.” You whispered through broken sobs, yearning to hear his voice calming you down instead of yelling at you.

“Baby.” He spoke through the phone immediately, ignoring Byungchan’s questions about what was taking so long from the other room. You realized it had been too long since he had last called you that. Just him saying that much was enough to get your breathing more even.

“You know I care about you more than this stupid practice, right? I’m gonna be there as soon as I can.” You heard a door shut and some keys clash against each other.

“No- Sejun, it’s fine, you should stay at practice.” You urged, suddenly panicked that you had made a big deal out of things when you shouldn’t have.

“I’ll make it up later. I’ll be okay. Just wanna be back with you right now.” He reassured you. You didn’t have the energy to fight with him again— just wanting to agree to anything and everything he suggested. So you found yourself humming, mumbling an “I love you” and an “I’ll see you soon” to him.

Sejun arrived home soon after you did, and he wrapped his arms around you as soon as he walked through the door. With your face buried in his chest, arms wrapped around his waist and his around your shoulders, you finally felt relaxed. He rubbed his hand up and down your back, soothing you further. 

“My sweetheart, I’m so sorry.” He whispered, kissing your forehead gently. You looked up at him, eyes shiny still from crying earlier. The way he looked down at you, worry and sorry and love all swimming in his eyes, you felt like you could drown if you looked at him for a second longer. You weren’t sure how he looked so pretty. He had been working hard all day, and rushed over as soon as he heard you crying. You probably looked like a mess beside him. As if he could hear your negative thoughts, he hugged you closer and whispered in your ear.

“You look so gorgeous, angel.” The whisper was soft, a little bit raspy from his spent vocal cords having recorded almost all week; but it was sincere. You knew that he could never be disingenuous with you when you were the most precious thing in his life, and your heart still raced a little faster knowing that he found you attractive.

He found you attractive despite the mascara stains near your eyes, despite your hair that you haphazardly took down as soon as you arrived home. He thought you were gorgeous even though you had changed out of your black dress and into sweats.

Though you knew he was being serious, the thought still made you laugh. A quiet giggle escaped your throat, triggering Sejun’s heartier laughter. The sound made his heart leap, and again, he squeezed you just a bit tighter, rocking you back and forth in his arms like you were the most precious thing.

“What do you want to do tonight? The dinner date failed.” You asked.

Sejun hummed, “I think we should order in. I should take a shower and get dressed all cozy like you so that we can cuddle. And then we should look through your Pinterest board for wedding dresses. But first…”

“First?”

“First I’m going to kiss you.” He completed with a contented smile, leaning down quickly to fulfil his wish. Your lips tasted as soft and sweet as ever, and Sejun practically melted at the feeling after being deprived of it for so long. It really had been days since he had kissed you properly— not a fleeting peck on your lips, but something longer and sweeter. Something more vulnerable and precious. Something that left you both breathless and euphoric when it was over— a kiss that he wished would never end because he knew nothing felt better than your lips on his. 

And that was exactly what he got, as you were just as eager to feel him so close after so long. Your hands slipped into his hair, feeling the long strands flow through your fingers. You sighed when he squeezed your hip gently, a smile creeping onto his lips at the elated feeling in his chest.

You pulled him as close to you as possible, in hopes that he would never leave the position. And he didn’t want to; but he didn’t have a choice. He was running out of breath, and he was sure that you were just as worse, having a smaller lung capacity than he did. He compensated the kiss ending by cradling your head and placing several smaller kisses to the top of it.

“I love you so much.” He confessed— probably for the millionth time since he had met you.

You giggled, still catching your breath, “I know. I love you too. Let’s complete that plan you had now, hm?”

He hummed happily in response, pecking your lips one more time before grabbing a towel for a quick shower.

↳ victon taglist: @yeonjuns-redhair,, @skz-minchan-enthusiast,, @edensgardenn,, @cyberpunksunwoo,, @weird-bookworm

[this-is-youniverse]

They look so good together 😭

[victonrevival]

Sejun empathizing and trying his best to comfort those who have to make the difficult decision of figuring out what to do with their lives (specifically graduating high schoolers)

‘If you make a decision after a lot of agonizing then it WILL be the right decision since you spent time contemplating and agonizing over it (aka did the most you could at the time)’

[se-jun]

sejun on vlive ♡ click click ♡ 210208