#wc: 470

[lgchyoseop]

my years at legacy

hyoseop in legacy throughout the years

first year (2021) hyoseop had chased the idol dream for a while, been in a company before legacy, but it felt like he never got anywhere, never closer to debut, so despite having been in his old company for four years, he left and took his chance with legacy, and he got in. his first appearance to the public was for the halloween party legacy held, dressing up as woody and participating in a task for the event with former member ‘caelum’ from v&a

second year (2022) hyoseop’s second year at legacy was when he started being shown more to the public, joining things like a vlive, lgc babysitting services, lgc style, and finally future dreams. future dreams was what really changed it for hyoseop, he’d previously slacked during practice, convinced himself he was far better than he actually was. he believed winning future dreams would be easy for him, only to be hit with reality: he wasn’t as skilled as he thought he was. 

third year (2023) the first months of this year had hyoseop miserable, future dreams had taken a toll on hyoseop, he was hurt and disappointed. though the first two months were filled with doubt, eventually the hurt was over and hyoseop began practicing harder than ever, for himself and for the fans who had rooted for him during future dreams. hyoseop attempted to get his face and name out there, for example performing at a café, doing volunter work, joining spring boys and project origin, guesting on running man and modelling for passion5. 2023 was hyoseop’s year, he did a lot of projects and practice, and it worked off, hyoseop was added to type zero and debuted on november 12th, 2023

fourth year (2024) + cw: eating disorders 2024 was hyoseop’s first full year as an idol, he did a lot of group activities along type zero, but still got the opportunity to do solo gigs as well, like modelling and guesting on variety shows. having debuted had left a feeling in hyoseop that he hadn’t had in a while, he was the happiest he had been in a good while. hyoseop made sure to practice but without stressing himself. not all good things last though, with becoming an idol, hyoseop’s obsession with his looks were coming back. hyoseop had previously suffered from an eating disorder, he had gotten over it, but after becoming an idol it was slowly crawling back. his dad forced him to therapy, but while 2024 was a successful year for hyoseop, it had both been his best and worst year.

fifth year (2025) hyoseop remains not feeling the best, not having as much energy, especially for solo gigs, but he’s still happy to be an idol, and excited to explore the idol world even more.

[arabe]

next gen interview | reflection on anti-hero performance

it feels different, possibly not having a next interview. their time on next gen coming to an end is bittersweet especially while there is so much in the unknown. ara's done what she could, and its out of her hands now. the nerves and thoughts from everyone here were jittering about, herself included. but while her chest is breathing heavily, her eyes are bright and a bit teary, a bright smile on her face. yes. she did the best she could.

"what was the greatest challenge during this mission?"

ara contemplated before answering first. there were many challenges. but she wants to focus on the fact that it was an original performance. "that this was not a cover, but that we could make it our own. it is a privilege and honour, but also a challenge to tackle. i hope that as a unit, we were able to encompass all of the members as fitting this concept and song as our own. so that in the future when anyone performs this song again, they'll think back to this performance instead and remember us."

"are they hopeful to be signed alongside another hopeful?"

honestly, no one specific because she's worked with many different participants. and she will be honest about that. "no one specifically, but if it is anyone i have had the opportunity to perform with since episode one until now, it would be great to meet again. and for those that i did not get a chance to perform with, it would be an honour to train among them," ara smiles, honestly feeling a bit like she was on a job interview. but this was kind of like that, wasn't it? otherwise - would they not all be putting their best foot forwards?

"describe your experience on next gen."

"it has certainly been a journey... i started off doubting myself, despite also wanting it so much. i tried to blend in and not outdance my members, only to diminish my capabilities. taking into consideration the feedback about bringing others to my level, i hope i was able to do that in my last few performances. i really do believe that with the variety of team mates in every single performance, i was able to learn more about myself and how to collaborate and work with everybody. its been an incredible experience and i don't want it to end!" this has given her the push. if she doesn't get signed, which ara sincerely hopes that she does, she will continue working hard because, "performing is what i love to do."

"any final comments?"

"please... keep me in your hearts. this will not be the last time i am on stage. i appreciated every moment. thank you everyone!" shes says with a deep bow of gratitude. for the entire experience. for everything.

[lgcsomin]

/ EPISODE THREE of some ssom with moon somin

paragliding isn't something that she's ever really thought about doing before until she had started researching for this show. it's something that had come up when she had been searching and she wouldn't deny that it had quickly become something she was very interested in.

this show had been rather fun so far, considering that she has a lot of interesting things lined up. a lot of them were thrill-seeking adventures, but there were a few that weren't—like the aerial yoga episode with yura.

either way, she's super excited.

"hello viewers of some ssom," she greets the camera, grinning brightly as they're standing in front of the building in yangpyeong. "can everyone guess what we're doing today?"

she knows that the editors will show a montage of different things to do in yangpyeong before it cuts back to her so she continues talking, knowing how the show was going to be edited now. "we're in ..." she makes a drum roll sound with her mouth, before spreading her arms. "yangpyeong!"

she rattles off some important facts aboutthe yangpyeong area before she turns to show that they're going to be paragliding today.

"thankfully, i'm not really scared of heights, or this would be a problem," somin says as a joke, looking rather pleased with herself as she beckons the cameraman to follow her inside.

inside, they're given a quick tour of the facilities before they're brought up to where it would be happening.

"since it's my first time doing this, i'm going to be riding with an instructor," she explains, introducing the instructor she would be tandem riding with and letting them introduce themselves further before they get ready and into position.

the rest of the episode is mostly just showing how they arrive at the area where they're going to be taking off from, before getting into the paraglider. she's a little bit nervous but she's sure to give a thumbs up to the gopro on the helmet that she straps on. "are we ready?" she asks, glancing at the instructor who gives her a thumbs up.

and away they go!

the initial shriek she lets out is not of fear but of elation, feeling the wind rush through her hair and it feels almost reminiscent of the zipline, only without needing to hold onto anything. it feels especially freeing and she enjoys the entire ride down, pointing out that she could see the cameraman on the ground that was waiting for them.

"wow," is the only thing she can say when her feet are firmly on the ground again, a hand coming up to cover her mouth. "that was really amazing. i really felt like i was a bird flying!" she grins, giving two thumbs up to the camera. "i definitely recommend this if you're not scared of heights!"

[jindallaebe]

when stevie mentions the sun coming back with a vengeance, jindallae grimaces; recalling how awful last summer was, and how, if he remembers correctly, this upcoming one is meant to be much, much harsher as far as uv exposure is concerned. south korea has always had rather oppressive summers, but with how the world is changing, he can't help but wonder what the future is going to look like, or, rather, what it's going to feel like just wandering around outside when the weather is genuinely unbearable.

not wanting to get too distracted by negative wonderings, he shakes his head free of thoughts and narrows his sights in on stevie. now, he is the only 'sunshine' that jindallae needs, as cheesy as that is. he'll gladly handle the heat, so long as it's coming from him. he'll suffer through any burns if they happen, he doesn't care. he'll fully embrace the sun, in this case. no questions asked, no hesitation whatsoever.

then, stevie mentions the fact that they're starting to collect "things" together. inside-jokes are being created, shared-favorite restaurants are being selected, jindallae is learning how stevie likes all of his food prepared so he can ensure that everything he makes him is as close to perfection as possible, and the longer they remain in one another's orbit, the more their world will start filling out. it's been fun to witness, and he can't wait to see what else comes up along the way.

honestly, this is the first time he's ever felt this level of peace in a relationship. it's still crazy to him that he feels so at ease. even now, he's coasting behind stevie, keeping the bike anchored and balanced, helping him steer. it's so simple, but it brings him so much joy. it's as if he's finally figured out what relationships are supposed to be, and feel, like and he couldn't be more thankful. smiling like a dope, his thoughts are interrupted when stevie asks him if he's taken this route before, and after a breath, he shrugs his shoulders.

"maybe once or twice, but this is definitely the best time... i'm sure you can guess why," he teases, licking over his lips. it's then when he eyes a vacant spot in the grass, one surrounded by local flowers and in partial shade from a nearby fruit tree. "that look good to you?" he asks, stretching one of his arms out to point at it; its length long enough to reach past stevie's head. "not gonna lie, seems like the perfect spot to cuddle up in... and i kind of can't wait any longer to have you pressed up against me."

the admission is bold, but honest. he's been thinking about it all day.

"if you approve, i say we post up there."

i can anchor you. it's nice-- to feel grounded. stevie hasn't felt that way in a long time, and he's not quite sure if he feels all that grounded. stevie knows he has a long way to go-- reverting back to easy ways of dealing with things now that he has such little time to spare.

but it's a nice hope. a promise even. a bigger smile curves and blooms on stevie's face, and he's unable to help himself to nudge his shoulder into the other. "i like the sound of that." his voice is softer this time, and the pleased twist to his grin stays on his face even in the silence after.

he thinks about it. tilts his head to the side and imagines it. "the spring would be nice. oh man, the breeze would be so refreshing. before the sun starts to come back with a vengeance. oof." stevie can still remember how unbearable the last summer was-- the heat terrible. he grimaces at the thought of it, shaking his head.

stevie's shoulders shake with mirth, smiling to himself as he settles himself in the seat. "we're starting to have a lot of those. our things. a whole collection soon." stevie comments. it's nice though. he looks forward to them. stevie kicks his feet around in idle wait, humming as jindallae sets everything up.

once they're settled, stevie's grin widens-- his body straightening up as he gears himself to start pedaling. once they're going, stevie focuses his attention on in front of him, glancing around as he navigates them forward.

"oh man...i bet that looks incredible." it's always pretty, beautiful even; but on a bike ride, it's likely to elevate it. living in the moment-- it's picturesque, romantic in thought. it makes his gut flip and his smile to widen. "sounds like a date."

"oookay! i'll keep my eyes peeled." he leans forward a bit more, like the motion will help him in the long run. "it's nice out." the weather is chilled, sure. but the action of pedaling pushes enough energy and adrenaline in his body, it's comfortable. "have you taken this route before?" he asks, tilting his head back a bit but remembering eyes forward, dummy! and returns his head back in previous position.

[orimuraa]

• I will be your lover, and I’ll hold your hand - LHS ↳ ┊: if we have each other - alec benjamin

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆heeseung being a girl-dad ⨾

۶ৎ dad!heeseung x mom!reader┆tooth-rotting fluff┆mentions of past pregnancy, not much ><┆wc 470

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: i see heeseung as such a girl-dad oh my god- also thank you to the anon who requested this >.< i hope you like it 🤍

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

there was no doubt that heeseung was a girl-dad. he loved being able to play dress up with his little princess, he loved being able to braid his daughter’s hair, and most of all, he loved seeing how similar her features were to yours.

what heeseung loved most in this world was you. the one who made him happy, the one who loved him for what he was, and the one who gave this amazing new life to him.

when you had first told heeseung that you were pregnant, he was beyond ecstatic about the news. a lot of people were shocked to hear that heeseung was praying it was a girl because they all thought he would be a boy-dad.

but nope! heeseung was a huge softie and all he wanted was to take care of his two princesses in his life.

everyday your belly was growing, heeseung was there to coo at you and praise you for all the strong work you were doing. he was the one making you smile in some of the difficult times of being pregnant and you couldn’t thank him enough for it.

there were times where you and heeseung were in bed and you couldn’t help but let your thoughts drift a bit. you wondered if you were gonna be good enough parents for your new baby and if you were even ready for this.

this whole new change scared you because of how new it was. but heeseung was there to comfort your thoughts, holding you close to him as he reassured you that you two were going to make great parents.

the day you went into labor, heeseung had been sitting at the counter, having a bowl of ramyeon, before he heard your cries for help.

as quick as possible, he scurried to grab the keys, shoving them into his pocket as he ran to help you, almost tripping over his own feet in the process.

the drive was full of hushed whispers of praise, heeseung telling you how amazing you were and how great of a job you were gonna do.

the moment heeseung held his new babygirl in his arms, he almost broke down in full blown waterworks.

nothing could have prepared him for how happy he would feel in this moment, laying next to you while you held your baby.

she was gorgeous. she had your eyes, his nose, and the sweetest smile ever.

as the years passed, nothing ever dulled heeseung’s love for being a girl-dad. as you both went through thick and thin, figuring out the best ways to be a parent, heeseung was always there to support you in everything.

heeseung treasured having two beautiful princesses in his life. because that’s what motivated him to wake up everyday and provide for his loving family.

𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬: @en-diaries, @k-films, @k-nets

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[koipudding]

jing yuan, who loves when you’re wearing his clothes, and you return them to him. it’s so domestic and simple but he craves it. (gn reader, not a serious drabble.) reader is characterized as smaller than jy, interpret as you wish.

wc: 470

The clothes smell like you, of course. The laundry detergent you bought, your shampoo and the little scent beads you like to put in the washing machine. He doesn’t mind the musk that lingers on his old shirts after you clean the whole house, no of course not. Jing Yuan adores smelling your musk, lotion and conditioner melding together and melting into his shirt.

You go out to buy new scent beads every other month, a tiny little jar of them. Jing Yuan swears to anyone who listens that you’re doing this on purpose. Mixing your shampoo and lotion to match with the scent beads, changing the fabric softener to mess with his head (and laundry). He laments this to Fu Xuan, Qingzu, and Yanqing, who all beg you to stick to one routine before the General loses his sanity (of course, everyone groans and ignores him. they’ve had enough of his marital escapades, and they just tell him to marry you again if he’s this smitten. Thus, after a decade of marriage, Jing Yuan has rewritten his vows.) He likes these little variances in his routine, the little harmless surprise that keeps him on his toes.

(He swears it's just because you picked it out. You know it's because it reminds him that there's finally a home for him to return to.)

"I'm back, do you know what the others said during the meeting, they were planning on handing off more paperwork, but I insisted mimi and you would--" He stops in his tracks. This must be unfair. Divine Punishment? Did he anger Lan? his ancestors?

Jing Yuan sees you wearing nothing but some socks, his shorts and t-shirt (both of which hang off of your smaller frame). He runs over, pace quickening.

You yelp quietly, backing away before he pounces onto you, bearing all of his weight onto you. He can't help it, you're so cute wearing his outfit, doing laundry and making dinner.

“You smell so good.” he buries his face into your neck, inhaling the sun on your skin, lotion he bought for you, and the conditioner you've taken from his stash.

“And you smell icky.” You push him off gently, but his arms only tighten. He just got back from work, and he reeks of sweat. But you can’t ignore how your heart races whenever he gets up to these antics, and you can’t help but indulge in his whims. 

This is a regular habit. He barely removes his armor before running to you, and clings to you like a sullen child, asking about dinner and how his darling and mimi have been. You can only sigh and pat his head while he recharges in your lap (or, in Yanqing’s words: naps.) 

"thank you, for everything," He whispers into your ear, "You're doing great, sweetheart."

a/n: I was talking to a coworker abt how the only thing that brings me joy now is a 2d man (jy) and buying new scent beads/laundry scent boosters or sample perfume. then I had this idea. also that ending bit :,) sending good vibes to all with my first fic of the new yr!

[zzbubblegumbitchzz]

hi cutie! can i request Quinn hughes with smut #2 and Jack with smut #3 for the 500 celly event? tysm!!!💕

hi baby! Jacks request is in the works, so here’s 1/2🫶🏻

Quinn Hughes - Smut prompt 2 - spying on/walking in on their partner touching themselves

wc: 470

cw: kinda mean quinn, color system, toys, this content is 18+ mdni

“Gonna be a bit late tonight, pretty. Gotta do some press tonight.” He sighed into the phone.

“It’s okay,” you pouted a little. “I’ll be okay. Door’ll be unlocked for you.”

You knew he'd be mad, but you had time. If he's late tonight, he's not going to have any energy to take care of you like usual. So it made perfect sense to pull out that little vibrator you had hidden in your bedside table.

What you weren't expecting was to see him leaning against your bedroom door while that stupid toy was pushing you closer to the edge.

“Whatcha doing, baby?”

You could tell by his tone and the arms crossed over his chest that you were in fact, in trouble. Not the kind of trouble where you'd have to apologize and make it up to him, but the trouble where he was going to push you to your limit. You had all the power right now, you could quickly end it. Be honest, tell him your thought process, but no.

“Quinn! Uh, hi!” Your voice is shaky, “I was just waiting for you.”

He was walking into your room now, “Yeah? Waiting for me huh?” He scoffed at you. “So if I move this blanket and push your legs apart i'm not going to find a mess?” His eyebrow cocked, hand holding onto the edge of the blanket covering your naked body.

Before you had time to respond, he pulled the blanket back, a subtle laugh vibrating in his chest. “Would you look at that?” He was reaching for the toy you had tried to hide under the blanket. “Now don't let me stop you, baby. Actually, why don't I help? Since this was better than waiting for me to be buried in your greedy cunt.”

Now his hand was wrapped around your wrist, keeping them on the pillow above your head. The other hand, holding the small wand to your aching bud. His eyes were so full of love, a drastically different emotion than his words portrayed.

“I always come home to your pretty self waiting for me, dont I? Always come home and take care of you. Always come home and take you to bed. Now, why would today be any different? It wasnt.” He spoke as he watched your body start to shake, trying to pull away from the sensation he was now in charge of.

He pushed your thighs together, holding the stupid toy in place. “Hold still.” He spoke while he undid his tie, to slowly wrap around your thighs.

“Quinn, oh my god, Please. It’s too much.” You cried.

“Color, baby?” He asked gently.

“Green.”

His eyes darkened, a small nod of understanding.

“Then let me have my fun, you had yours before I got home so it’s only fair baby.”

[sunnyangy]

I loved your drunk reader x windbreaker boi work so much!!

Could you maybe do a similar style one with the same boys but it’s them showing up at your apartment in the middle of the night because they miss you and couldn’t sleep? I think that would be so cute 🥹

🐚 Synopsis : Umemiya, Togame, Sakura, Nirei and Kaji can’t sleep at night, so they come to you !

🫧 Notes : first i wanted to apologize to anon for doing this so late !! but i’m back from my big break now and i will be doing my old requests <3 thank you to all of those that are still here, i love y’all !! <3

🐬 wc : 494, 447, 470, 401, 359

23h46. That was the hour indicated by the small oven, the number casting a red light on your apartment.

The silence of the room was suddenly disturbed by the door opening. The person who was pushing it was doing it carefully, seemingly not wanting to make any noise.

But you weren't sleeping, and you heard the soft click of it when it closed back behind the person. You were frozen in your bed, scared of who this might be. That could have been your boyfriend, Umemiya, but when he came, he always sent you a text beforehand to not scare you.

You slowly stood up, silently walking out of your room in the dark, the remote of your TV in your hands as if you held a baseball bat.

Your hand reached for the light switch, abruptly turning it on, hoping to catch by surprise the intruder.

But what was your surprise when the only thing you saw was Umemiya standing in the middle of the room, his eyes wide and his body coiled like a spring. You took a second to realise it wasn't an intruder, and you dropped the weird defensive stance.

"... Ume??"

"Hi sweetheart.. I.. Uh.. I didn't wanna scare you.. But my phone died on the way, I couldn't send a text.."

You couldn't do anything but sigh, dropping the remote on the couch as you walked up to him, putting your arms around his neck as you hugged him tight, before discarding him of his scarf and his vest.

"Look at you, all soaked.. Why did you come now ? It's pouring outside.."

You said with a slight pout, going towards your kitchen cabinet. But you felt his strong arms wrap around you, preventing you from moving as he kissed the back of your head.

"I couldn't sleep, and I wanted to come here.. Don't bother getting me a hot chocolate, I'm tired now.."

You sighed softly, turning back towards him as you reached to his hair, trying to wipe off the droplets. He reached down, gently kissing you lovingly. Both of you then went back towards your room, as you shut off the light again.

"You got some of your clothes on my desk chair baby, and a sweater on the hanger if you're cold."

He thanked you, changing his clothes in the dark as he heard you get back in your bed, pulling the covers on you.

After a few minutes, you felt him slide in too, immediately pulling you against him, pressing your bodies flush to share as much warmth as you could.

"I'll make sure to send you a text next time sweetie.. Sleep well, I love you.."

He mumbled with the softest voice, caressing your head and your back, and kissing your forehead. You smiled stuffing your face in his neck as you closed your eyes.

"I love you too my Haji, but trust me next time I'm hitting you with that remote.."

Togame was laying in his bed, looking up to the ceiling. He wanted to sleep, he knew he needed to, but he could not.

When he closed his eyes, his brain couldn't help but display some images of you on his eyelids, your laugh resonnating in his mind, and he found himself missing the feeling of your arms around his torso.

Even while turning around in his sheets, hugging a pillow, stuffing his face in one of your shirts, he couldn't fall asleep. He needed to be with you, he missed you too much.

After long minutes of deep sighs and annoyed grunts, he decided to finally stand up, lazily putting on his clothes, his orange vest, and slid into his geta. He didn't even tie up his hair, just putting his glasses on his nose and getting out of his apartment, yawning and rubbing his eyes.

He walked in the dark streets, his shadow casted on the ground because of the street lamps. He walked slowly, but he was determined to reach his target : you.

You were sleeping rather deeply, until you heard your phone buzz a few times. You ignored it, too groggy to do anything, and fell back asleep. Your phone kept lighting up, displaying some texts from "Togababe<3".

"Baby can I come over ? I don't have any ramune left and stores are closed"

"Babyyy ?"

"You up ?"

"Well you're probably sleeping but I need my ramune anyways, you won't hold it against me if I bring you some snacks"

"I'm there, open to me baby"

But Togame was still facing the door, and it was not opening. He sighed, thinking for a moment, before sticking his hand in his pants pocket.

He smiled, feeling the cold metal of keys under his fingertips. He forgot he had kept your keys when he had to go get something in your apartment, one time you were away, and he was glad to have them right now.

He silently opened the door, discarding his geta to the side as she walked quietly up to your room. He slowly kneeled next to your sleeping form, his hand reaching to caress your forehead and the top of your head, gently petting your hair and moving his fingers up your scalp. He gently kissed your forehead as well as your cheek.

"Hi baby.. I needed some ramune, but you won't mind I come sleep with you now that I'm here mh ?.."

He said, his voice deep yet quiet, as he slipped under the covers next to you, craddling you in his strong arms. He finally fell asleep in a minute, thanks to your presence with him.

Once again, Sakura was staring out of his window, sat on his futon. He stared up at the moon, just watching the dark sky, appreciating the silence that surrounded him.

Yet this silence allowed his thoughts to flow. Sakura always reminded himself of those feelings he had before Bofuurin, that feeling of having to balance himself on a rope, pulled down by all the laughs and mocks he had to face from his peers.

How he had to still go forward, despite his bruised feet, the tears falling on his cheeks, and the hands that grabbed at his ankles. The moon shone in his eyes, those very own eyes that reflected his past, that he couldn't get rid off.

He kept sighing, feeling his heart grow heavier. His throat was tightening, his eyes watering, and a knot was forming in his stomach. He knew this was going badly, and he didn't want to be alone through it. In a second, he was up, putting on his Fuurin vest and his shoes, almost running out of his little house.

He quickly made his way to your appartment, and stopped once he was in front of your door. He hesitated for a second, hoping he wouldn't disturb you, not wanting to annoy you. But he ended up knocking anyways, his voice raising.

"Baby ?.. It's me.. Sakura.."

Luckily for him, you were not asleep, too engrossed in the anime you were watching on your TV. But when you heard the knocks and his quiet voice, you immediately paused your show and stood up.

You almost ran to the door, opening it in a swift motion. Sakura was standing there, looking away from you, his breaths divided into small hiccups.

"....Sweetheart are you okay??.." you asked, reaching a hand to his cheek that you gently caressed.

He stepped in, closing the door behind himself, and pulled you in his arms, resting his head on top of yours.

"Sorry it's late I.. I just needed you.." he answered, his voice quiet and almost broken. His arms got tighter around you, hugging you closer to him, almost leaving no space.

"Can I sleep here ?.." he breathed out in your ear, stuffing his face in your neck with another shaky sigh.

You put one hand on his head and the other in his back, caressing them soothingly as you started to maybe understand what had him in this state. You knew him well enough to get it, to get that it was the same thing as always. You nodded, taking his hand to lead him to your bedroom.

"Sure baby sure!.. Come here.."

He followed you in the room, holding on your hand like a lifeline. He couldn't wait for the reassurance, the comfort he was going to get from your sweet and loving cuddles.

Nirei was laying in his bed, on top of the covers. The only light was coming from the moon outside, and yet he couldn't sleep.

He was stuck on his phone, scrolling through his gallery, looking at pictures of you both. Him and you, his beautiful girlfriend.

He was smiling like an idiot, watching all the pictures, videos, everything you did together and recorded. Things like baking together, doing his skincare, play fight, doing tiktok trends, etc. All of those sweet moments he loved to record in order to keep them forever.

But as he was watching all of this, he couldn't help but miss you. He missed you so damn bad. He wanted nothing but to be with you right now and create more of those amazing memories. But he was so far away, almost at the other side of city.

Thought that'd stop Nirei ? Of course not. He didn't dress up as fast in his life as right now, and almost ran all the way through the city.

He arrived at your door completely out of breath, sweating and barely holding on his legs. He knocked, hoping you'd be up, because he of course forgot the keys you gave him.

And luckily, after a few second, he saw the door slowly creek open, and he noticed you peering out, your eyes darting around until they landed on him. You instantly opened the door wide, reassured that it was only Nirei.

"Baby? What are you doing here?" you asked, before you finally noticed his state. "... You okay?"

He quickly nodded, before coming in and letting out a big sigh, taking his vest and shoes off.

"I'm sorry cupcake, it's late.. But I was watching some pics of us and I missed you.. Is it okay if I stay here for tonight ?"

You couldn't help but chuckle, before quickly nodding and hugging him tight. It wasn't the first time he had done this, but you never complained. You loved how much he was affectionate and needed your presence, he really made you feel loved.

"Of course you can!" You replied with another laugh, pulling him towards your room.

You made sure to spend the next few hours making more memories, more goofy and lovey dovey videos, as well as some cute pictures, before both of you finally went to sleep at around 3, held in each other's arms.

Kaji could feel his blood boil.

He had gone for a late night walk, as he couldn't sleep, thinking of you too much. But when he reached the park, he heard some noises and went to make sure everything was okay.

But this ended in him getting in a fight with some nasty guys who were harassing a woman. He beat them all up, but his headphones sadly didn't survive.

He was breathing heavily, feeling all the anger run in his veins, and he had nothing to calm him down. The only thing he could think of was coming to you. To his girlfriend. You didn't live so far away, but it was late.

Should he really be coming to you this late? Asking you to calm him down? He didn't want to annoy you, but came to the conclusion that this was his only choice if he didn't want to get himself in this state he hated so much.

He walked as fast as he could towards your apartment, keys in his hands. His knuckles were turning white, with how hard he squeezed those damn keys in his hand.

You were laying in your bed, staring at that "im coming rn" text from Kaji, your boyfriend. You almost jumped when you heard the keys in the door, opening it and closing after a few second.

You stood up and made your way to the entrance, seeing Kaji standing there, breathing heavily. He dropped all his stuff next to him and walked towards you.

He put his arms around you without a word, stuffing his face in your neck as he breathed out, slowly starting to calm down. You didn't dare ask anything, simply caressing his back, his nape and his head.

".. It's okay Kaji.. I'm there.. It's fine.."

He could feel himself relaxing in your embrace, soothed by your sweet words. After long minutes, he slowly let go of you, but grabbed your hand and pulled you towards your own room.

He didn't mutter a word for the whole night, simply trying to fall asleep while holding you like a precious presence that calmed down his nerves.

[diogenesz2020portugal]

TLDR

Indulatos elköszönés Magyarországtól, amit egykor (büszkén) a hazámnak vallottam

3 éves emlék a fészbukról

Úgy gondolom, hogy van egy szint, van egy mélység vagy magasság, amit ha elérünk, azt mondjuk állj... Semmi értelme olyan embereknek beszélni egy olyan európai életről amit sosem fog megismerni megérteni. Lássuk csak... A nagy átlagnak teljesen megfelelő Gáspár Győző, Fásy Ádám vagy a bugyuta lánya zenésznek. Sok embernek példakép Rogán Cecília. Az átlagnak jó egy szotyis diktátor vezetőnek. Mert ő ugyanolyan. Nem zavarja hogy lopnak, mert ő is lopja a WC-papírt vagy bármit, mert ezt látja ‘fent' is. Az átlag magyart érdekli Berki Krisztián és a többi telibevert celebsenki mert ő ugyanolyan senki akar lenni. Magyarok százezrei élnek a nyugat-európai életet mosolyogva. Magyarország törpediktátora pedig inkább kínai, türkmén, kipcsak, hundub életét akar nektek. 470 napot kell várni egy csípőprotézisre? Hát mi van veletek emberek??? Minek fizettek TB-t? Lölönek meg Andikának kokainra? Legyünk őszinték. A legtöbb embernek jó ez a focihugyos, minimálbéres, irigy, összeszerelő életmód.

Lehet itt szépelegni meg mellébeszélni, de ez a két véglet jellemzi legjobban Orbán Magyarországát. És akármennyire csalnak, lopnak, hazudnak, a magyarok elképesztően nagy része támogatja ezt a fasizmust, támogatja a kegyetlenkedést a nyomorultak ellen, és nem zavarja a gigantikus lopás.

A magyarok nagyrésze ilyen. Ebben érzi jól magát, ettől hiszi, hogy ő erős, és ettől hiszi, hogy majd neki jó lesz. Mindig szar lesz, de kezdi elölről. Támogat, megválaszt, csapódik egy újabb szélsőséges gecihez, akinek minden szart elhisz, és akinek eladja magát, az anyját, a házát, az országát. Aprópénzért vagy megígért boldogságért.

30 év alatt sikerült Magyarországnak bebizonyítania, hogy nem kell sem a németekre, sem az oroszokra fogni minden ocsmányságot, ami itt csak az elmúlt 100 évben történt. A magyarok köszönik szépen, nem maradnak le senki mögött, ha ordenáré ocsmány rendszerek kiszolgálásáról, imádásáról van szó. Sőt, igazából az derül ki, hogy a magyarok minden rendszer közül a vállalhatatlanul gusztustalanokat szeretik a legjobban. Az egyik legkorábbi, legjobb szövetségese voltunk mind a szélsőjobb, mind a szélsőbal felállásoknak, és most, amikor voltaképpen nagyon-nagyon hosszú idő után kialakíthattuk volna a saját nyugodt demokráciánkat, akkor feltaláltunk magunknak egy ilyen senkiházi falusi suttyót, a saját magyar népmeséink legkisebb testvérét a pisaszagú faluvégéről, felemeltük, odaadtunk neki mindent, aztán megint azt hittük, ő lesz a következő igazságos Mátyás király.

Most meg áll a kötélfüles szatyrával ugyanaz a magyar paraszt a baszom Egerszegi stadion előtt, szürcsöli a sörét, vágja hozzá a disznósajtot, és nem érti, hol csúszott el a dolog. Ez a Mátyás se igazságos, ez se romantikus hős, bazmeg, és még egy piti bűnöző is, a magyar meg ezt se érti, hogy ez hogy lehet.

Nem is fog soha semmit érteni ez a szerencsétlen nép. Elkúrta egy évszázad harmadát arra, hogy aztán egy Orbán családot gazdaggá tegyen, közben a világ ezerszeres sebességre kapcsolt, és eltűnt messze előre, a ködbe.

Dízelüzemű autókat szerelünk össze a magyar ipar és GDP utolsó mentőöveként, miközben a világ már máshol tart. Az átlag magyar nem tudja, mit jelent az a szó, hogy applikáció, nem beszél semmilyen nyelvet, nincs semmiféle értékes vagy áruba bocsátható tudása, ismerete, saját terméke. Szűk látókörű akkor, amikor a világ sikeres része nyitott. Taníthatatlan, amikor a legnagyobbak is folyamatos tanulásról beszélnek. Megváltoztathatatlan, amikor szűk, tág, a gazdasági és mindenfajta környezetünk folyamatosan változik. 100-150 éves mintákat követ, és üvöltve ragaszkodik hozzájuk, amikor nem létező, vadonatúj mintákra épül az új korszak.

Áll itt ez a tanulatlan, mogorva, szélsőséges, ostoba nép egy számára teljesen felismerhetetlenné változott világban, retteg mindentől, mert tudatlan, fröcsög mindenkire, mert sem gondolkodni, sem együttműködni, sem tanulni nem tud, és néz csodálkozva-értetlenül, hogy nahát, mi történik itt?

Környezetvédelmi, kutatási, gazdasági vonalon hetente korszakalkotó felfedezések, újdonságok vannak, ez a sok hülye primitív tahó meg a szánalmasan középkori, szánalmasan kicsi, szánalmasan kisszerű nyomorával van elfoglalva, miközben a világ totál máshol tart. És ez a sok ostoba még büszke is magára, meg hangoskodik, miközben bezárják a világ egyik legjobb egyetemét, miközben szétbasszák a világ egyik legjobb kutatóbázisát. És ezek magyaráznak tudásról meg jövőről.

Még hősnek, még vezérnek is csak egy kockásinges, büdösszájú, komplexusos, nyomorult bűnöző jutott, aki focimeccsekben, pálinkafőzésben meg disznótorosban tud csak gondolkodni.

Megérdemli ez az ország a sorsát, menjen csak le a legaljára, aztán ott gondolkodjon kicsit. Nekem senki sem tehet szemrehányást, az biztos. Toltam amíg lehetett, hogy jobb legyen itt az élet.

Borkai és társai, Mészáros és bandája, Orbán, Szijjártó, Rogán meg majd tovább röhög, tolja a kokaint, miközben jachtokon múlatja kurvákkal az időt, aztán lop szépen tovább, mert ezeknek semmi sem elég. Semmiféle túlárazott közbeszerzésből nincsen elegük, nekik abból lehet elegük, hogy diktatúrákban a második vonal hamar megszedi magát, pofátlan lesz, és saját zsebre dolgozik majd. Ami egyrészt tiszteletlenség a főnökkel szemben, másrészt nem a főnöké lesz a pénz, harmadrészt diktatúrában mindig félelemnek és rendnek kell lennie, az egész rendszer alapja, hogy soha nem lehet elégedetten hátradőlni, hanem mindig harcolni kell befelé és kifelé, sosincs készen a nagy mű, soha nem lehet megnyugodni.

Az ország közben szétrohad és összeroppan ebben, de sajnos hagyni kell ezt megtörténni. Megakadályozni sem nagyon lehet, nemhogy békés tüntetésekkel, meg dühös újságcikkekkel, hanem fegyverrel is nehéz lenne, mert ezek kivonulnának TEK-kel, harckocsival, behívnák az oroszokat gondolkodás nélkül ismét a magyarok ellen, ha kell.

Végig kell nézni. Végig kell élnie ennek az országnak, hogy megint tönkremegy a saját ostobasága, primitív, szélsőséges gondolkodása, agyhalott tájékozatlansága, értéktelen gondolkodásmódja miatt.

Az a normálisan gondolkodó, marginális kisebbség, aki még otthon maradt, már régen elszigetelte magát, amennyire lehet. Ez a zajos tömeg, amelyik hisztériázik, veri a nagy nemzethy álkeresztény mellét a Fidesz mellett, ez meg retteg közben, bizonytalanságban él, kiszolgáltatott és egyre csúszik lefelé.

Nem is érdemel mást. Sokat lopnak ezek a gecik tőlünk is, persze, de a legtöbbet a sajátjaiktól lopják. Azoktól meg lopjanak csak. Rohadjon is szét egy ennyire primitív, ennyire ostoba, önrendelkezésre totálisan alkalmatlan ország.

Legyen csak szolga az átlag magyar örökre. Ezeknek ha szabadságot, hatalmat, perspektívát ad az ember, azzal ezt csinálják, amit most látunk. Ezeket ha beviszed Európába, akkor ellopnak mindent, lehugyoznak mindent, elmondják Európát ostoba fasznak, miközben a saját országuk integrációjáról, felzárkózásáról sem tudnak gondoskodni még európai pénzből sem.

Hát akkor maradjon ilyen elmaradott ország ez. Örökre. Minek ide polgári létforma? Még a szót sem érti. Lófaszt sem tud kezdeni vele.

Mindenki verje bele a fejébe, hogy Magyarországot azok az emberek tartják fogva az orbáni fasizmus mocskában, akik legfeljebb 135 ezres nyugdíjat, vagy 240 ezres fizetést kapnak. Magyarán 350 eurós nyugdíjjal és 800 eurós fizetéssel ugatja ez a sok szánalmas ember, hogy Nyugat-Európa halott. Meg hogy majd az ő személyes OrbánViktoruk, aki 12 év teljhatalom után produkálja számukra ezeket a szánalmas éhbéreket, majd megmondja a Nyugatnak, hogy mi a fasz van. Annak a Nyugatnak, ahol 6-8-szoros minimálnyugdíjak és bérek vannak, annak a Nyugatnak, ahol egy vállalati középvezető be tudná dönteni a magyar gazdaságot egy nyugalmasabb szerda délelőttön.

Ebből a semmi pénzből kellene enni, kellene iskoláztatni a gyereket, a hullaszagú kórházban meggyógyíttatni a Mamát. Ez a sok diktatúrapárti bunkó pedig nem lázad a nyomora ellen, hanem elképzelt migránsok és elképzelt Sorosok miatt hatalomban tartja ezeket a tolvaj geciket, akik tartósan elvágták Magyarországot a 21. századtól.

Talán egész életében éhezni fog, a polgármester irodája előtt fogja gyűrögetni a nyomorult sapkáját, hogy könyörögve kölcsönkérje a falu egyetlen traktorát, amit a mi pénzünkből vett az a fasz magának. Nem tudja, hogy egész életében ilyen megalázott szolgaként fog élni, teljes kiszolgáltatottságban, és remélem, egyszer eléjük áll a fiuk és a lányuk, bepakolt táskával, mielőtt örökre Európába költözik, és szemen köpi őket, mert látja, hogy nekik köszönheti ezt az egészet, amiben addig élni volt kénytelen. Remélem, majd küld egy képeslapot Európából, ahol van orvos, járda és közvilágítás, hogy így is lehet élni Papa és Mama, nem volt igazatok. Remélem, kibaszottul, csontig hatóan fog majd fájni az a képeslap.

Legyünk őszinték! Tudom, hogy riasztónak, kegyetlennek és elfogadhatatlannak hangzik, de a magyarok jelenlegi többsége az elmúlt 200-250 évük alapján egyáltalán semmiféle saját, önálló országot nem érdemel Európa közepén. Ők azok, akik folyton kioktatják azokat, akiken élősködnek, és akiktől folyamatosan lopnak. Szétbasszák a saját népüket, és szétkergetik a saját tehetségeiket 200 éve a világba szanaszét, a ‘nép’ meg ott ül a saját szarszagában, szegényen, és várja külföldről a segítséget, hogy aztán leanyázhassa azokat, akik megint kihúzták a szarból, és elmondhassa, hogy az ő kis magyar önállósága veszélyben van.

Fáj, hogy ezt kell mondanom, de Magyarország ettől kezdve legfeljebb a szülőföldem, de nem a hazám. Hihetetlen fájdalmat okoz számomra, hogy a családomnak és a barátaimnak ott kell élniük.

[lanietadelatierra]

Masterlist

Joel Miller

Whispers of the outbreak wc: 367

A pandemic caused by a fungus wc: 362

Traumatic experiment wc: 323

If i were part of the Last of Us wc: 545

Working at Jackson's bar 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 767

Starvation 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 506

What lies behind the twilight 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 975

Again 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 572

New Year and Fury TLOU 2 EP. 1 SPOLIER ALERT. wc: 567

The mangled bear TLOU 2 EP. 1 SPOLIER ALERT. wc: 588

Joel's death news TLOU 2 EP. 2 SPOLIER ALERT. ANGST. JUST A TOUCH OF SMUT. wc: 1.3k

Cold Hands, Warm Nights 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. ANGST. wc: 1k

The last house on the left 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 776

Black butterflies wc: 233

Ellie Williams

The visiting wc: 243

First time kissing a girl wc: 420

Talk to the death wc: 1.8k

Catched by surprise 18+ MDNI. EXTREME VIOLENCE. BLOOD. ANGST. wc: 721

Scars That Speak 18+ MDNI. EXTREME VIOLENCE. BLOOD. ANGST. wc: 928

Abby Anderson

The final strike TLOU 2 EP. 2 SPOLIER ALERT. 18+ MDNI. EXTREME VIOLENCE. BLOOD. ANGST. wc: 1.5k

Acacius

Reading poetry to the emperors wc: 646

Where the wind turns around wc: 1.4k

Interruption 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 215

Pets from my past live wc: 223

Pets from my past live II wc: 98

The shelter wc: 559

Returning to the brothel 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 470

Apparitio wc: 745

Clint Flood

Freaky Tales: room 13 wc: 1k

He bought me that hella freaky doll 18+ MDNI. NSFW. SMUT. wc: 965

The doll wc: 862

Pedro Pascal

Knocking wc: 584

Floral flirtation wc: 269

The clown at midnight wc: 549

Reed Richards

Everything is a lie wc: 655

Poetry

Escape from this world

Nothing endures over time

Needin' ya

Fateful night

Death

Absence

Others

Things are called by their name wc: 464

Series

Consequences A Naughty dog’s The last of us’ short film

PART I wc: 753

PART II wc: 620

PART III wc: 2k

PART IV wc: 1k

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[cupcakefactory]

Just a quick drabble to try and make my brain work, Caleb really deserved to have the player shout at him; So i wrote it.

WC;470

Warnings: Angsty, Hurt with no happy ending (yet), She/Her used, MC is calmer than ill ever be.

"I buried you"

She hissed, fists clenching and unclenching by her sides as she spoke. Trying to fight back to tears in her eyes as the world span a little, it didn't make sense for him to be alive right now. It didn't make sense for him to be standing there like nothing had happened - but it was the reality of the situation.

"I watched your coffin enter the group and days later I watched grans as well. Do you know how much that broke me Caleb? I lost two of the people I loved the most in the same day.. or so i thought."

His heart broke at her tears, he didn't mean to make her cry - if he had known him re-entering her life would cause her this much pain he would never have done it, but it was too late now, the damage had been done. She knew he was alive and that fact made her cry.

"Pipsqueak-"

"Don't Pipsqueak me!"

He froze, the nickname on the tip of his tongue again where he quickly swallowed it. He had never seen her that angry – never seen the flames in her eyes like that before and it was all because of him. He had made her that way, he didn’t even think of the implications of not telling her he was alive, didn’t even consider that she would have to plan and attend his funeral; that she would have too see an empty coffin go into the ground. He didn’t consider the implications of his actions and now they were staring him in the face and there was no way out.

He had done this to her.

“Do you know how many nights that scene of the explosion played in my mind, Caleb? How I could still feel the heat from those flames and how sore my throat was for screaming your name?”

His eyes snapped back to hers, and he finally noticed the tired bags under her eyes – how clouded her gaze was and how it lost that innocent spark he had so much enjoyed looking at. He wanted to scream at her to stop talking, beg her to stop telling him how much his actions had affected her. He wanted to hold her tight and never let go again, to make the future so bright that the darkness of the past would be unrecognisable. He wanted to do so much but he just stood there, tears silently slipping down his own cheeks as she screamed and shouted. Taking every punch she threw his way as her grief bubbled over, he deserved this. He deserved every insult and every tear that she shed, he had made her this way and he wasn’t sure how to fix it.

Even a Colonel doesn’t have control over everything.

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[caplanbuckybarnes]

Letting Go

Summary: Sam doesn't know how to love you.

"I can’t force you to love me." chosen from this prompt list of mine!

Warnings: Angst, heartbreak

WC: 470

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You weren’t sure how it had come to this—how everything had unraveled so fast.

The motel room felt colder than it should. The single lamp in the corner flickered, casting eerie shadows across the peeling wallpaper. You stood near the door, arms crossed over your chest, trying to hold yourself together as Sam stared at you from across the room. His hands were clenched into fists, his chest rising and falling like he was struggling to breathe.

"Say something," you finally whispered, your voice raw.

Sam exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "What do you want me to say, [Y/N]? That everything’s fine? That we can pretend like none of this is happening?"

Your throat tightened. "I don’t want to pretend, Sam. I want to fix this. But I feel like I’m the only one trying."

He scoffed, shaking his head. "That’s not fair. You think this is easy for me? You think I don’t want things to be different?"

"Then why do you keep pushing me away?" Your voice cracked, and you hated yourself for it. You hated how vulnerable you sounded, how desperate you felt just to get him to feel something—to let you in the way he used to.

Sam looked down, his jaw tightening. "Because I don’t know how to be what you need," he admitted quietly. "I thought I could, but every time I try, I just... I keep failing you."

Tears stung your eyes, and you bit your lip hard to keep them from falling. "You haven’t failed me, Sam. You’re the one who’s giving up on us."

His head snapped up, and for a moment, you saw something flash in his eyes—guilt, pain, regret. "I’m not—" He cut himself off, taking a deep breath before his shoulders sagged. "I don’t know how to love you the way you deserve."

Your breath hitched.

And there it was.

The truth, laid bare between you.

Your fingers curled into fists at your sides. "I never asked for perfect, Sam. I just asked for you."

Silence.

A painful, suffocating silence.

His gaze dropped to the floor, and that was all the answer you needed.

Your heart cracked, the weight of it unbearable. A shaky breath left your lips, and you stepped back toward the door, gripping the handle with trembling fingers.

"I can’t force you to love me," you whispered. "And I won’t beg you to stay."

Sam’s head shot up, panic flickering across his face. But he didn’t stop you. He didn’t move, didn’t reach for you, didn’t say the words that could have kept you from walking away.

So you did.

And with every step out that door, you felt the pieces of your heart shatter, knowing he wasn’t going to pick them up.

Not this time.

Not ever.

[dailylcy]

DO YOU THINK YOU COULD LOVE ME? ♡⸝⸝

ఌ︎. pairing. idol!eunseok x manager!reader ఌ︎. wc. 470 ఌ︎. genre. forbidden love , angst ఌ︎. a/n. in honor of “dytyclm” by yung kai ( my fav non - kpop artist ) coming out! GO STREAM! if u want

It was late. Way too late.

Most of the staff had already left the concert venue, leaving only a handful of crew cleaning up after another long day of performances. You were double checking tomorrow’s schedule, scrolling through your phone as you made your way towards the exit.

You weren’t expecting him to be there.

Eunseok was sitting on the stairs outside, his hoodie pulled up, head resting on his knees. The cool night air ruffled his hair slightly as he stared at basically nothing, lost in his thoughts.

“You should be inside” you said, stepping just a few steps towards him.

He looked up at you, his eyes warm but tired. “And you should take a break sometimes” he replied. “But you never do.”

You sighed, slipping your phone into your back pocket. “Thats my job, Eunseok.”

“And mine is to perform, but you still remind me to rest.” His voice was soft, teasing but with something softer beneath. Something dangerous.

You should have left. You should have walked past him, ignore the way he was looking at you — as if you were something more than just his manager.

But you didn’t.

Instead, you sat down beside him, keeping just enough distance. The city lights flickered in the distance, casting long shadows over the pavement.

For a while, neither of you spoke. The quiet stretched between you, not uncomfortable, just…heavy.

“I see how much you do for me,” he finally said, voice quiet. “How you take care of everything so I don’t have to worry. You think I don’t notice, but I do.”

You swallowed. “That’s what I’m supposed to do.”

“But I—” He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. “I don’t want it to be just that.”

Your breath caught.

He turned to you then, eyes searching yours. “You take care of me every day. Do you think you would let me if I told you I want to take care of you too?”

The world felt smaller suddenly. Just the two of you in this moment, balancing on the edge of something neither of you were supposed to want.

You wanted to say yes. But you couldn’t.

With a quiet, forced laugh, you shook your head. “You’re tired, Eunseok. You should go rest.”

For a second, he didn’t move. Didn’t look away.

Then, with a small, almost knowing smile, he nodded. “Alright. But you should too.”

He stood up, stretching slightly before shoving his hands into his pockets. he walked past you and didn’t say anything else.

You exhaled slowly, pressing your fingers against your temples.

You told yourself this was the right choice. That keeping your distance was what was best for both of you.

But when you saw him the next morning—when his eyes met yours across the room, holding something unspoken, something unfinished — you knew.

This wasn’t over. Not yet.

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[tanghuyuj]

amusement park date w/ tws! requested

pairing: ot6!tws x gn!reader

genre: all fluff n established relationship !!

warnings: toy gun, use of shinyu’s real name, kissing, fireworks, food, and roller coasters!

wc: 2.8k in total (ohmygosh), specific wc on each member

maia’s note: this was so fun to make i love tws and i love amusement parks. this came out wayy longer than i anticipated so sorry abt that lol!! the only ones that aren’t proofread are dohoon and youngjae’s bc i started getting a bit lazy. i hope u all like this as much as i do ^^ enjoy reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback’s always appreciated! 🧡 / @kstrucknet

SHINYU ~470 wc

i feel like shinyu wouldn’t mind going on roller coasters but also wouldn’t be dying to go on them. he would instead want to just enjoy the day with you and hear me out.. he would definitely love the shooter rides, like the interactive ones!! i could see him getting so competitive and trying to get the highest score he possibly could!! he’s such a cutie and would try to act nonchalant but he’s really just a little geek who loves spending time with u ><

your hands gripped the fake shooter gun as you rapidly shot at the animated targets in front of you. your boyfriend, shin junghwan, had his eyes locked on the screen in front of you two—his silly competitiveness obviously getting to him.

the compact car you sat in took a sharp right turn as it faced another screen with an influx of targets shown on it.

you laughed at this, finding the kiddy enjoyment quite thrilling. junghwan on the other hand, was still fully locked in.

you looked at him with a judgmental stare, coming up with an idea that would fully throw him off.

rest under the cut!

you stretched your arms out so that they would block his sight while pretending to shoot the targets directly in front of him.

“ahhh!! yn!!” he wailed.

you just continued laughing, keeping your arms in place.

he swiveled his head left and right in avail but each time you would mirror your shooter gun in the same direction.

to avoid this, he decided to gently push you down into the corner of the moving car, but ended up underestimating how much strength he actually had in him.

you fell into the wall of the car—not a hard fall luckily—with your face only inches away from junghwans.

he wore a frazzled look on his face, dark brown eyes trailing to your now flushed cheeks and down to your parted lips.

there was no pause of hesitation, no sense of contemplation, as junghwan leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against yours.

it only lasted a short while though, with the car abruptly taking a fast turn to the left and pulling the two of you apart.

you sat there, now lowering your shooter gun and looking at junghwan shocked. you couldn’t hold in your laughter, however, as you started giggling, admiring your boyfriend’s also surprised face and missing the touch of his soft lips on yours.

he grinned with you before cupping your face and leaning in for another. but you realize this is a fake out soon after, junghwan quickly turning his head towards the screen again, a teasing smirk now present on his face.

you scoffed at this playful action of his, focusing back onto the game as well; determined to achieve more points and get payback on your all too competitive boyfriend.

DOHOON ~570 wc

i’m a bit puzzled on how dohoon would be on amusement parks for some reason like my brain is just not working in favor for him rn but here’s what i’m thinking.. dohoon would be the kind of boyfriend who would want to get matching headbands or hats or just smth like that!! and take photos together in it. as for roller coasters i think he wouldn’t really mind them and might even have some he really wants to go on. i think he would mostly go with the flow though tbh. he’d take part in planning your day out if u want but would prefer just playing it by ear in a way? honestly i’m not fully sure lmk ur thoughts.

the two of you entered the park, excited to get your day started. the classic amusement park scent hit you, sweet tooth-rotting cotton candy, buttery overly salty popcorn, and the fresh hot churros all filling your sense of smell.

the first and most important stop—according to dohoon—was the shop at the very front of the park. the one with all of the different hats, headbands, keychains, anything you could basically ask for!

he dragged you towards the store, a big grin on his face.

you entered the shop, passing the candies and bubble wands, and arrived straight at the hats aisle.

and that’s when you found them. the perfect pair of matching beanies.

beanies? yes, beanies.

you knew your boyfriend was more of a beanie person than the baseball cap type. meaning when you saw two striped beanies with a combination of your respective favorite colors, you knew it was meant to be.

he bought them with no hesitation, pulling it over your head with a cheeky smile on his face.

“perfect,” dohoon chuckles.

you two make sure to take a gazillion photos in them—it was only right! (dohoon especially remembers to mark every single moment of the day.)

and at the end of the day, you and him settle in a booth at one of the retro style cafes in the downtown looking part of the park. your adrenaline highs both coming down at this point.

he sits across from you, on the opposite side of the table. he stretches his arms out, opening his palms to take your hands in his.

you accept, entangling your hands in his and resting your elbows on the table.

“i love doing these things with you, you know that?” he says, squeezing your hands slightly.

you raise an eyebrow. “doing what things?”

he laughs, looking out the window of the cafe. “having fun dates like this, silly.” he tilts his head as if he’s thinking deep thoughts. “actually, i take that back.”

you frown, “what?”

he turns back to stare at you, grinning now. “i like doing anything with you. it doesn’t have to be something big and exciting, like this.”

you roll your eyes at his sudden change up. “okay lover boy,” you tease. his words linger your mind. you hum, “you’re right. but, that doesn’t mean these bigger dates aren’t nice as well.”

he nods in agreement. “i just think that anything would be fun, as long as we’re together.”

your face flushes, “that’s true hoon.”

the night ends calmly as you and dohoon watch the fireworks show and leave the park hand in hand, matching beanies keeping your heads warm in the breezy winds.

YOUNGJAE ~590 wc

omg i think youngjae would be so romantic at an amusement park but also be very fun!! like during the daytime he’s all excited and what not but at night he gets a lot calmer and ends up just wanting to chill out for the rest of the day. i also think he would be a roller coaster person because of those pictures he posted on weverse of him on a couple roller coasters so i think he definitely enjoys them!! on top of all of this i literally can’t get the idea out of my head of watching fireworks with him in his arms after a long day of roller coasters :(( like that makes me all 🤭

you and youngjae found a bench lining the sidewalk and sat on it, waiting for the firework show to begin.

you held a sugary churro in your hand that the two of you planned to share, ending the night off with a perfect sweet treat.

both you and youngjae’s legs were killing you guys at this point—the thousands of steps taken surely not for the weak—so when you sat on the bench, a wave of relief and calmness flowed through you. you could tell youngjae felt the same, pulling you close to by the waist and tilting his head down slightly to meet yours.

he observed your face as you took a bite out of the long churro. he did this a lot—observing you, that is. he loved watching you through all little actions or movements of yours, actually, you didn’t have to be doing anything at all and youngjae still loved watching you. it brought a sense of endearment to him, a feeling of warmth.

you met his gaze, motioning the churro towards him to take a bite.

he took a good bite out of it, some of the sugar lingering on his bottom lip. you swiped your thumb against it to wipe it off, youngjae quick to react to the touch as he lowered his head to you.

a voice rings through the speakers surrounding the park.

“the firework show will now began.”

you and youngjae turn to look at the starless sky, hearts beating in anticipation.

then, it starts.

three fireworks shoot up into the night, lighting up with a loud bang. bright colors of red, orange, and yellow radiate the dark blue sky. you turn your head to youngjae. and, quite literally, you’re speechless.

he is beautiful.

the fireworks reflect in his dark eyes, his hair appearing as soft as can be, bangs scattered around his forehead and partly covering his eyes.

you don’t know how long you stare at him like that, but it sure is for awhile.

youngjae’s eyes meet yours and he smiles, the ends of his eyes crinkle a bit.

“hm?” he hums curiously, pulling you even closer to him.

you smile. “nothing,” you say almost breathlessly, “i think you’re just really pretty.”

he giggles, and you can feel his chest move up and down as he does.

he looks at you for a moment, pondering on what to say almost. he whispers, “thank you for today. i wouldn’t wanted to spend this day with anyone else.”

you feel as if the loud fireworks are resonating through you, but that could also just be your heartbeat increasing rapidly.

“i wouldn’t want to either” you don’t have to think long before saying your next words. “i love you jae.”

he presses a tired kiss on your forehead. “i love you too yn.”

HANJIN ~390 wc

hanjin would be soo fun to be at an amusement park with!!! i could totally see him wanting to get matching headbands and taking one million photos with them lololol. also since he’s such a photography lover i could see him getting really excited after finding a photobooth and quickly rushing you to it happily!! he’d adore the photobooth strip so much too, like he would definitely have it in his phone case or hang it up on his wall. to add, he’s also such a cutie i just know roller coasters would be fun with him. i think he would love the exhilaration of it all but also be a teensy bit scared. i love this sweet boy lawdd

after a long and tiring day at the park, you and hanjin headed towards the exit; warm hands intertwined cozily.

it was a pleasant and peaceful moment as the two of you stayed close together in the crowd of people—who were also trying to leave the park—until you heard hanjin exclaim in.. shock? excitement?

he quickly dashed out of the swarm of people, pulling you along with him. (not forgetting to say sweet ‘excuse me’s’ to the people you passed through, of course.)

you were dragged along in a daze of confusion until you realized why he’d done it. there was a bright, glowing photobooth that stood out in the gloomy and dark night.

the two of you stopped in front of it and hanjin turns to you with a wide smile on his face, eyes reflecting the shine of the booth.

“can we take some photos?? please yn?” he stresses his plead.

“why would i say no?” you giggle while ruffling the front of his bangs. “let’s go hannie!”

his hand still in yours, he pulls you into the compact photobooth and discusses the poses he wants to do (this was a very serious matter to him), paying and doing the set up on the screen at the same time.

you just nod at his words and observed the way he looked in the moment. he was happy, so very happy.

the two of you took the photos and rushed to exit the booth afterwards in pure excitement to see how they came out. and with no surprise, they came out perfectly.

he giggled at the sight of the photo strip. “i love it,” he turned to you, looking happier than ever. he continued, “and i love you even more.”

JIHOON ~450 wc

oh boy, oh boy, this silly guy would be so fun to be at an amusement park with. i personally think he would be a roller coaster person but idk for sure. but!! i see it as him being one to drag you from ride to ride because he has so much he wants to do and he’s so excited to go on them with you especially. he would make not even a second of this day dull!! like his energy would be thru the roof all day long and then maybe, just maybe, in line on the last ride you two have decided to go on, he might rest his head on your shoulder and start to get tired. just maybe though. (also i think he would be the one to wear the bag all day. lowk all the members would do that tho.)

jihoon collected your shared bag full with your things after getting off of the ride and the two of you quickly rush out.

he takes your hand in his. “that one next, right?” he gestures to the roller coaster across from you.

“sure, let’s go!” you beam, and the two of you begin walking towards it, a sense of pep evident in your step.

—— later !

jihoon and you have been on rides back to back, screaming your hearts out in joy and posing for the pictures (the poses so far have been peace signs, kissy faces, and deadpans; a few extra miscellaneous ones added into the mix as well).

the sun has fully set, leaving a beautiful dark blue painting the sky and a chilly breeze covering the park.

you and jihoon approached your final, last ride of the night—basically gone through all of the possible attractions you guys could. you walked through the railings and caught up with the line.

all day jihoon had shown no sign of exhaustion, until now, that was.

he hooked his arm into yours and laid his head on your shoulder. you admired his features, your tender gaze hovering over him.

“you tired?”

he’s quick to shake his head.

“no, just need to recharge.” he hums, “you’re like, my charging station, you know? i’m the phone and you’re like… a charger. a charger specially for me—only me.”

you snort at his metaphor. “somehow.. i understand what you’re saying.”

he looks up at you, smiling warmly.

“of course you do, my charging station.”

you meet his eyes, mirroring the same smile as him. “pfft okay then, my iphone.”

the two of you end off the day, holding hands on that last roller coaster and getting ice cream before leaving the park. on the way home, you and jihoon reminisce your exhausting, but fully worth it day.

KYUNGMIN ~430 wc

stop kyungmin would also be so fun to be at an amusement park with. these type of interactive dates would be so fun with him!! okay so i think kyungmin would say he isn’t scared of the roller coasters and on the way there he’d be like “nahh i’ll be fine those are lightwork.” but when you two actually get there and are about to go on the ride he’s actually scared. like very scared. but it’s okay cause you’re there so he’s not terrified at all! (truly though, it’s his pride that won’t let him back down.) ughhh i love kyungmin

you and kyungmin enter the park full of enthusiasm and energy. without thinking much about it, you bolt together to one of the closest rides, trying to make use of the current short wait times.

there’s basically no line as you enter the loading area and are directed to a row of the coaster. oh wow! it also just so happens that the two of you are directed to the very front row. what a fun coincidence?

you were beaming with happiness at this point—the anticipation killing you—but to your scaredy cat boyfriend, something else was killing him.

a sense of fear.

kyungmin took your arm into his hold. “yn um.. is this ride one of the more.. tame ones?”

you stared at him a bit confused. “no kyung, it isn’t really.. why?” you had assumed this whole time that he was a huge roller coaster person just as you were since he’d been reciprocating your excitement all this time. now that you think about it.. he never said he loved them.

he chuckles, but it comes out in a quite nervous tone. “nothing! it’s just..” his eyes wander around, as if searching for a reason. “i was just wondering since i wanted to, um, go on one of the more extreme ones first!”

he cursed himself internally for letting his pride get to him and not being able to confess the truth.

you gave him a doubtful look and opened your mouth to respond—but got interrupted as the gate to the coaster opened. you gave kyungmin a reassuring smile and guided him through the gate and into the seats. his palms a bit sweaty.

the ride goes by in a flash and you hold kyungmin’s hand the entire time (aka his hand was strongly gripping yours the whole time).

after, the two of you exit the roller coaster.

“so.. what’d you think?” you asked him.

he was in a daze, almost. he starts, “that..”

you hold your breath.

he beams, a lopsided smile plastered on his face, “that was amazing!”

please do not repost, copy, or translate. / div cr aquazero

[unhakies]

00:00:00 . k. woonhak

synopsis — everyone’s born with a countdown timer for when they meet their soulmate. yours hits zero in the middle of a boring school day.

pairing: nonidol!woonhak x fem!reader, highschool au, half smau half written

genre: one-shot, comedy, fluff

warnings: none!

wc; 470

notes — not proof-read! reader face placeholder as asa (babymonster) , mentioned idols; boynextdoor, wonhee (illit) eunchae (lesserafim) sakuya (nct wish)

you always thought meeting your soulmate would be this dramatic display with fireworks and the cheesy 'stare into each-others eyes' segment. or maybe your heart would skip a beat, and the world would tilt a little.

well, safe to say the world did tilt, just not in the way you would've expected.

keep reading under the cut!

more writing under the pictures!

you groaned, eyes squinting up at the culprit. "i am SO-SO SORRY!" he started off before she could get a word in, "my brakes weren't working and-" you cut him off before he could continue spewing nonsense.

"it's you.." you muttered, staring at the 'tattoo' on your wrist that previously showed a random time, which now read '00:00:00'. it burned with a stinging sensation as it flashed multiple zeros.

"yes, i know i was the one that hit you but-" woonhak continued, kinda annoyed. he was obviously apologizing!

honestly how stupid was he? could he not feel this burning feeling on his arm?

"no- i mean-" you were cut off when your brother, taesan, came running from around the corner. "are you okay?" he glanced at your slightly disheveled person,

he helped you to your feet, making you lean on him. "woonhak you are so dead later." he glared at his younger friend who gulped.

"once again i'm sorry!" he bowed at a 90 degree angle as the siblings walked away.

"you idiot-" he started, hitting the back of your head. "ow! i was the one that got hit!" you shoved him, momentarily forgetting about the soulmate situation as your older brother dragged you off to the nurses office.

the two of you sat on the swings of some empty park. "so.." you started "should we address the elephant in the room?" you bit your lip awkwardly.

woonhak cleared his throat, rolling up his sleeve, as you did the same. "i never thought i would meet my soulmate via bike crash." you scoffed lightly.

"hey! for how long will you bring that up?" he whined, you laughed at him.

"just teasing!" you giggled, "what should we do?" you asked, your smile slowly falling.

"let's just go slow, theres no need to rush into things" he started, "well figure things out together." he looked at you.

"together." you repeated with a smile.

a few months later

the two of you walked hand in hand, wandering around the school, your feet taking you anywhere.

you stop at a familiar spot. "oh hey, do you remember this place?" you glanced at woonhak, who sighed. "yes, I hit you here.." he playfully rolled his eyes.

"you know.. maybe getting hit wasn't all that bad." you gave a cheeky grin as he complained "you dragged it on for a while year just to say that now?" he whined.

"If it means i get to spend forever with you."

"how cheesy." he complained, but he blushed nevertheless.

[sarangbe]

despite generally feeling rather grim at axis labels, sarang lightens up whenever the workshops being offered to him are ones that are more geared toward his personal strengths. honestly speaking, he doesn't think that his company puts nearly as much effort into assisting the trainees with branding themselves, or letting them explore areas of celebrity culture that aren't solely music-based. sr media is known for high concept performances and strong visuals, but for some reason, he finds that most of the instruction revolves around musical talents.

sure, that's important as an idol, too, but frankly, at least in sarang's opinion, it's almost the least important part. now, he isn't trying to demean or degrade the musically-gifted artists who get cast for their honed skill-sets, but realistically speaking, fans seldom care about whether their favorite idol is a proficient singer or trained dancer. no, most of the time, what wins them over is visual presentation; charm.

that's where he, and a handful of others, come in. they help not only attract potential 'stans' with charisma, but they help with outreach. they appear in magazines, cfs, runways, dramas... it's more than just giving their all on-stage, they're marketers. they bring the audience, then the audience appreciates the music; the talents of the rest. it's an integral role that, truthfully, sarang feels deserves more respect.

so, when another acting workshop rolled along, he knew he needed to take part. if he's not going to be the member belting high notes or killing dance-breaks, he's going to be the marketer, and what better way to market than making fans' hearts flutter in a television series?

"mmhm, it is..." sarang replies, endeared by yiran's evolving reaction to the scene they'll be performing. "of course i'm comfortable. look at me, yiran—if i ever get cast in a drama after we début, it'll definitely be something BL." a playful laugh escapes him, and he crosses one leg over the other. "looking at you, too, i could also see you in BL, but i don't know. you're so tall, and so handsome, casting directors would likely think you'd look great standing beside a beautiful leading lady."

there's a part of him that's envious that yiran has a broader range in that way, but at the same time, it's not that important to him. he's content with who he is, as is. "you can do this, and it'll be especially easy because i'm your partner..." it's a teasing remark, but he stands behind it. he knows he's adorable.

"based on the character descriptions, i'm not sure who should play who... if i'm remembering right, i think jaeyoung is the taller of them, and sangwoo is smaller. i don't think that matters here, though, we can really spin it however we wanted to. what do you think?"

action! 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖ starter for @sarangbe

yiran still has many conflicting emotions being in sr media, and especially, an acting workshop. it’s bringing him back memories of his younger times when he was a child actor, it certainly isn’t the best feeling out there. it took him a lot of courage to step through the doors, only to find out that everyone is just doing their own thing. what was he expecting, really? that someone may recognise him? hopefully not!

this time though, he came here willingly, instead of getting dragged to acting lessons. it’s a strange feeling. at the back of his head, he wonders if his mother is happy about it, that her son has once again stepped into the world of acting with his own feet. he doesn’t knows how far he’ll pursue acting, so for now, he’s only honing the skill, maybe it’ll come in handy one day.

“this scene … is from a romance drama, right?” yiran squints his eyes. romance. a genre that’s absolutely not for him, but if he has to do it, then he will ensure that it comes out perfect. “we have to act this out together? are you comfortable with that?” he confirms with sarang, first. the latter would probably agree, but a confirmation doesn’t hurts.

the most ‘romantic’ yiran has ever gotten was plainly, fanservice in cosplay. if he thinks about it in this way, isn’t this going to be… professional fanservice? or is he crazy to think that way? “this is… BL…” yiran mumbles, extremely softly with his eyes still squinting. he knows what is BL, but sometimes, he pretends he doesn't. thinking about it, this would be sarang’s first time watching him act after those few years of friendship. “… alright, i can do this.”