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[hcnyeon]

when tumblr gives me the opportunity to log in to two accs in the same device

[hcnyeon]

this is so frustrating why is this happening to me

[hcnyeon]

one day joshua’s gonna get a gf and announce it publicly and im just gonna disappear off the face of the earth

[hcnyeon]

we could still be happy grr it brings back so many memories i miss 2019 summer so much

[hcnyeon]

no one writes fics for changmin this is so. i’ve read them all i think

[hcnyeon]

i wanna d!e online school is a bitch

[gyusbambi-deactivated20250212]

call my manager; hyunjae

genre: fluff, humor, actor!hyunjae, manager!y/n, agency au ft. the boyz

warnings: swearing

note: as a business student i sometimes daydream about being a manager / working in the office. inspired by a turkish tv show, i came up with this story.

“tell me one thing, chanhee!,”

indeed, the aura radiating in the cre.ker building appears completely different from your expectations. you remember spending several sleepless nights in your bedroom, thinking that your first appearance in the agency would be phenomenal: feeling the fantastic energy, witnessing everyone rushing through the office with tons of movie scenarios in their arms and best of all, meeting multiple star actors. as it happens, you are met with your expectations, but with a tension growing at the reception desk in the fifth floor of the building.

“one thing. why am i not on the poster?!”

if someone told you that kim younghoon, one of the biggest actors, would be the first person you’ll see in the agency, you wouldn’t believe them. but do you know which prediction would cause you to burst out laughing? kim younghoon having an outburst of rage in front of his manager.

“younghoon, i–“

“no. i mean, did everyone forget who received all of the awards last year? who got the best male actor? best main lead, daesang?”

kim younghoon doesn’t even allow his manager to finish his sentence but instead goes on and on about his disappointment in the producer’s choice of creating the grand posters. in fact, the famous actor goes a little too far, causing everyone around him to stop abruptly on their spots, jaws dropping.

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[gyusbambi-deactivated20250212]

call my manager; hyunjae

genre: fluff, humor, actor!hyunjae, manager!y/n, agency au ft. the boyz

warnings: swearing

note: as a business student i sometimes daydream about being a manager / working in the office. inspired by a turkish tv show, i came up with this story.

“tell me one thing, chanhee!,”

indeed, the aura radiating in the cre.ker building appears completely different from your expectations. you remember spending several sleepless nights in your bedroom, thinking that your first appearance in the agency would be phenomenal: feeling the fantastic energy, witnessing everyone rushing through the office with tons of movie scenarios in their arms and best of all, meeting multiple star actors. as it happens, you are met with your expectations, but with a tension growing at the reception desk in the fifth floor of the building.

“one thing. why am i not on the poster?!”

if someone told you that kim younghoon, one of the biggest actors, would be the first person you’ll see in the agency, you wouldn’t believe them. but do you know which prediction would cause you to burst out laughing? kim younghoon having an outburst of rage in front of his manager.

“younghoon, i–“

“no. i mean, did everyone forget who received all of the awards last year? who got the best male actor? best main lead, daesang?”

kim younghoon doesn’t even allow his manager to finish his sentence but instead goes on and on about his disappointment in the producer’s choice of creating the grand posters. in fact, the famous actor goes a little too far, causing everyone around him to stop abruptly on their spots, jaws dropping.

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[petrichxxr]

can we talk again | l.hj

A/N: this is a veeeeery belated birthday gift for @letteredwings​, happy birthday bub! I love you a lot!

Word Count: 15,304

Genre: mutual pining, light fluff, romance, and angst 

Pairing: fem!reader x lee hyunjae (the boyz)

Warnings: lots of mutual pining and me rambling trying to get it right. also please keep in mind this is a work of fiction and the way certain members of tbz are depicted are simply that: fictional, and do not reflect my views of them.

Summary: After the sudden break-up of a three year relationship that leads you back home to your family and friends, Hyunjae vows that he’ll give you the time and space you need to heal without letting his own feelings get in the way. But what he doesn’t know is that you, too, share similar feelings—and now that you’re back in each other’s presences, it’s becoming increasingly more difficult to keep emotions at bay.

Certain feelings just couldn’t be described in words, no matter how hard one tried. Or, in the very least—they could not be described to the extent that they were felt. Every word in every language could be used, with as many descriptors and synonyms as possible, to convey the emotions. The notion of what was being conveyed, ultimately, was understood. Sometimes, though, even those words never truly matched up to that exact feeling, even when described down to the finest detail, as accurately as possible. It would only ever be accurate to that specific person. No single person would ever feel the same thing—the exact same way—even if the emotion was universal.

To Hyunjae, you were something akin to the universe. To the night sky and the way the stars were littered about the darkest places of the earth, yet shining so brightly and beautifully. Something akin to a supernova and the way light scattered, breaking, igniting in the sky. Vast, with depths that couldn’t be touched no matter how far you might reach. The way you smiled and the way you laughed filled Hyunjae with that sort of emotion—but that wasn’t something he could so easily convey. It wasn’t something that, even when he put it into words—even if he described it as exactly that—made sense. It didn’t quite feel right falling from the tip of his tongue, almost foreign; it didn’t correctly describe the way his chest clenched or the way his breath would catch within said cavity of that chest. It barely even glossed on the fact that his heart would lurch into his throat and he’d feel an ache he couldn’t soothe.

You were always just a fingertip’s length away from him. So far, yet so close.

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[hcnyeon]

my auntie is aBIMBO she’s so effortlessly funny too 😭😭

[000scans]

[scans] 2021 season’s greetings | the8 take out with full credits

[taeyongers]

Exile (M)

pairing: hyunjae x reader

genre: smut, rival mob bosses au, childhood friends to lovers 

summary: basically two orphans grow up and end up in rival gangs without knowing, until you meet in the middle of a gunfight

warning: drugs mention, bullying, sexual harassment, old style orphanages, gangs, gunfights, slight mentions of blood and wounds, sexual content (be warned) but it’s mostly soft and fluffy, light sub! hyunjae for a time

word count: 8.5k 

a/n: loooool @letteredwings hi friend this for u, pls don’t headbutt hyunjae anymore

The earth is cold under your bare feet. Your toes are spread wide. Wet pebbled mud meshes through the spaces in between.

It’s raining. The pitter patter of raindrops against the concrete pavement makes you want to step a little farther out from the awning you stand under, to just feel it against your skin. Your hair has already gotten wet. You just need more, a feeling to break you free from the unchanging hell you face each day.

“Y/n!” A sharp voice, familiar, cuts you out of your thoughts. “What are you doing!? You’ll catch a cold!”

It’s Hyunjae, of course. You let him tug you back from under the awning, through the doors, up the wooden steps and into the dreary warmth.

He is your height at this age. His eyes are young and shining, brows furrowed in concern and anger.

“The headmistress will be angry,” he mumbles. His hands rub your sides to get some warmth in you.

“The headmistress doesn’t care,” you mutter.

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love you to pieces | lee juyeon

SYNOPSIS: a futile underground fighter finds his ever-rigid heart strangely thawing under the presence of his warm and sanguine long-term best friend. when the fine line between platonic and romantic feelings begin to blur and romance threatens to knock him out of his self-justifying barricade, juyeon wonders if a gentle hand that harbors life will ever want to hold a powerful hand that brings about death.

[or, alternatively, in which your best friend just couldn’t stray away from underground fighting and you try to make him realize that he has you, in this grisly world.]

PAIRING: juyeon x gn!reader

GENRE: romance, angst, a bit of drama and suggestive themes

THEMES: underground fighter!juyeon + mentions of bouncer!juyeon and delivery/water boy!juyeon, florist!reader, implications of orphan!reader and orphan!juyeon, also slight younghoon x reader

⚠️  WARNINGS: profanities, a little bit of sexual tension, anxiety, existential crisis, drinking, violence (brawl fighting), mentions of blood, abuse, harassment, trauma, fainting, and death.

WORD COUNT: 27k (never intended this to be this long, but tumblr might crash so i recommend copying this link and pasting it to a web browser to read if you’re on mobile!)

NOTE: this is a part of the time capsule collab hosted by @atbzkingdom ♡ as you all know, i’ve been pretty busy and i’ve rewritten it for about twelve times. and so in the last minute, i barely had time to patch this up, which means i’m quite dissatisfied with it overall but anyway, i hope i at least did it some justice! + tag list and special note at the end! 

PLAYLIST: listen on youtube / listen on spotify

COLLAB M.LIST | FIC TEASER | MY MASTERLIST

That foolish bastard fought again.

It’s like a bucket of ice water colder than the winter season is dumped onto you as you look hopelessly at your best friend’s battered-up face, bruised body being clumsily carried by the stout man almost half his size. He’s knocked out cold, mouth slightly hung agape and eyes shut as Eric Sohn carries him further into your apartment.

“What happened?” Shutting the door, you almost slip as the cloth of your thick, furry, socks slides against the floor with a squeak when you rush to kneel and examine Juyeon.

“Clambered his way up the list of finalists with some sort of aggression. On the last round, he barely escaped— drew a tie by the skin of his teeth.” The man pants, heaving a deep sigh after getting Juyeon’s weight off of him, plopping down onto the empty space adjacent to the cushion as he tries to catch his own breath.

And Lee Juyeon… Sometimes he’s sane, sometimes he isn’t. At times, he’s as tranquil as he’s not at the moment, walking soullessly through the streets of Seoul although with less bruises and gashes. At times, he’s out there throwing himself in a gamble of life and death. You wish, and hope, and pray every single day that the former happened more often, and it’s not only because you hate what he does but also because you loathe seeing him in this state, when he’d have to have somebody else carry him to your apartment in such a brutal condition. But it’s as if the Juyeon and the heavens are deaf to your pleas.

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[chaoticdeobi-deactivated2021100]

love you to pieces | lee juyeon

SYNOPSIS: a futile underground fighter finds his ever-rigid heart strangely thawing under the presence of his warm and sanguine long-term best friend. when the fine line between platonic and romantic feelings begin to blur and romance threatens to knock him out of his self-justifying barricade, juyeon wonders if a gentle hand that harbors life will ever want to hold a powerful hand that brings about death.

[or, alternatively, in which your best friend just couldn’t stray away from underground fighting and you try to make him realize that he has you, in this grisly world.]

PAIRING: juyeon x gn!reader

GENRE: romance, angst, a bit of drama and suggestive themes

THEMES: underground fighter!juyeon + mentions of bouncer!juyeon and delivery/water boy!juyeon, florist!reader, implications of orphan!reader and orphan!juyeon, also slight younghoon x reader

⚠️  WARNINGS: profanities, a little bit of sexual tension, anxiety, existential crisis, drinking, violence (brawl fighting), mentions of blood, abuse, harassment, trauma, fainting, and death.

WORD COUNT: 27k (never intended this to be this long, but tumblr might crash so i recommend copying this link and pasting it to a web browser to read if you’re on mobile!)

NOTE: this is a part of the time capsule collab hosted by @atbzkingdom ♡ as you all know, i’ve been pretty busy and i’ve rewritten it for about twelve times. and so in the last minute, i barely had time to patch this up, which means i’m quite dissatisfied with it overall but anyway, i hope i at least did it some justice! + tag list and special note at the end! 

PLAYLIST: listen on youtube / listen on spotify

COLLAB M.LIST | FIC TEASER | MY MASTERLIST

That foolish bastard fought again.

It’s like a bucket of ice water colder than the winter season is dumped onto you as you look hopelessly at your best friend’s battered-up face, bruised body being clumsily carried by the stout man almost half his size. He’s knocked out cold, mouth slightly hung agape and eyes shut as Eric Sohn carries him further into your apartment.

“What happened?” Shutting the door, you almost slip as the cloth of your thick, furry, socks slides against the floor with a squeak when you rush to kneel and examine Juyeon.

“Clambered his way up the list of finalists with some sort of aggression. On the last round, he barely escaped— drew a tie by the skin of his teeth.” The man pants, heaving a deep sigh after getting Juyeon’s weight off of him, plopping down onto the empty space adjacent to the cushion as he tries to catch his own breath.

And Lee Juyeon… Sometimes he’s sane, sometimes he isn’t. At times, he’s as tranquil as he’s not at the moment, walking soullessly through the streets of Seoul although with less bruises and gashes. At times, he’s out there throwing himself in a gamble of life and death. You wish, and hope, and pray every single day that the former happened more often, and it’s not only because you hate what he does but also because you loathe seeing him in this state, when he’d have to have somebody else carry him to your apartment in such a brutal condition. But it’s as if the Juyeon and the heavens are deaf to your pleas.

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[elcie-chxn-deactivated20210404]

Dear friends,

Hello, I come bearing some bittersweet news. It’s been a rough past few weeks for me, and things have gotten to the point where I don’t feel comfortable writing on Tumblr anymore. Don’t get me wrong, nothing on here made me turn away and you all are such amazing, kindhearted individuals that had no negative influences in this shift. 

I recently started identifying with the label “greyromantic,” which means that I’ve felt unsure about how to identify romantic attraction or how to draw the line between romantic and non-romantic, and consequently felt unsure about having experienced it or not. The process of reaching such a conclusion has really put me in a bad emotional state, and I’m very regretful that it all… kind of boiled down to me running away from this all. I’ve also been feeling alienated from romance, which is where fic writing comes in.

Once upon a time, I used this media form as an escape and projection of my inner turmoils and feelings. However, with the relief and joy that came with realizing my romantic preferences also came with an extreme panic about the future of this blog, something I’ve been putting off for much too long. Because I no longer feel connected to romantic relationships nor wish to write and describe them, which is quite literally what my fic writing on this blog is, I plan to completely delete all my posts and discontinue all current stories for the sake of my own security and identity. I’ve done this kind of deleting profiles before, but this time I want to leave the realm of fanfiction permanently, not just migrate to a new platform. If I were perhaps more put-together, I would’ve made this decision sooner, and it still feels like a selfish thing for me to do out of the blue. But, I say this with the best of intentions, and want to end this goodbye on a happier note.

To all my mutuals, I am so thankful for your support throughout the almost 8 months that my blog has been up for, and if you’d like to keep in touch just as friends rather than fellow writers, please feel free to shoot me a PM asking for my other socials (twitter, discord.) If any of you, mutuals or not, want to snatch up a series I created or any of my WIPs and make it yours, go ahead and do so, no asking needed! I hold no connection to them anymore, so my WIPs and ideas are all up for grabs and no credit is needed.

To all my networks and readers, anyone who’s given me a chance to branch out and meet others, I am forever grateful for the opportunities and fond memories you’ve brought into my life, and wish you all the best in future endeavors. Thank you for giving me the confidence and love I needed in the past, and I hope you will continue to support others with the same care you’ve shown me.

I will leave this post up until Sunday, April 4th PST, and then press that magical button to delete @elcie-chxn. 

Farewell my luvvies, and may we meet again someday!

Signing off, 

Laura.

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[juyeo-on]

seriously dont know where i got my 250 followers from😭😭 ahhh #tb to when i was a stay and a weishennie here

[hcnyeon]

Sunny bg stan 💚 i green u 💚

tell me u need to get admitted to the psych ward without telling me u need to get admitted to the psych ward

[juyeo-on]

BITCHHSHFHWJFJS🖕🖕🖕🖕 FUCK UUUUU omfg

U VERNON FUCKER UR NOT ANY BETYER!!!!

[hcnyeon]

VERNON FUCKER KISSER GIRLFRIEND AND PROUD!!!! *Side eyes the bg stan* 🙄🙄🙄

STANNING SO MANY MEN i’d be ashamed. /j

[juyeo-on]

seriously dont know where i got my 250 followers from😭😭 ahhh #tb to when i was a stay and a weishennie here

[hcnyeon]

Sunny bg stan 💚 i green u 💚

tell me u need to get admitted to the psych ward without telling me u need to get admitted to the psych ward