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[maatryoshkaa]

young god | epilogue

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11| 12 | 13 | 14 | 15 | 16 | epilogue

word count: 4.4k

description: it’s been five years since the Miroh Heights murder cases came to a close — and five long, bittersweet years since you’d caught a glimpse of Han Jisung. Things in Miroh Heights have changed drastically since then — but when Felix sets you up on another blind date in an attempt to help you move on from the past, you realise that, once again, you’ve signed up for much more than you bargained for.

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recommended listening: stray kids - “sunshine”

epilogue.

“See ya, Miss l/n!”

You turned to wave back at the little girl who had called your name, her round eyes visibly bright from the waiting room of your clinic. Seven years old, front teeth just beginning to come in. One of her hands clutched a half-unwrapped lollipop as her mother held onto the other. 

The first time you had seen them, the child had been unwilling to speak — bullied relentlessly at school, her mother had informed you through a veil of desperate tears — but now, her laughter filled the warm air, traumas that had once been etched into a too-young face already beginning to heal and fade.

Evening sunshine warmed your cheeks the moment you stepped out of the building’s doors, a light breeze rustling the papers in your hand as you quickly tucked them into your bag. “Five years of graduate school hasn’t made you more organised,” Felix often teased you, and you would smack his shoulder in retaliation.

Five years hadn’t changed your friendship in the slightest, either—and you had to admit you were beyond grateful for that.

As always, the city around you was humming with life: evening rush hour, with people darting here and there, frantically flagging down taxis and catching their buses. Usually, on days like these, you should have been hopping into the first cab home and collapsing like a corpse as soon as you reached your apartment. But today, you remembered with a sigh, was not going to be one of those days. 

“Hey, Doctor l/n!”

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[jeon-googi]

I binged this in a day! The writing is so amazing and the character development was profound. I really recommend this series 💗

[softyn]

Number Neighbor | Masterlist

pairing: Fanboy! Han Jisung x Youtuber! Reader

genre: Social media! AU; fluff, comedy, sightly angst.

↳ Jisung has been a fan of y/n since he can remember, what will happen when y/n posts her new youtube video texting her number neighbor who turned out to be Jisung?

Intro 01 | Intro 02

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part 0 part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 part 6 part 7 part 7.1 part 8 part 9 part 10 part 11 part 12 part 13 part 14 part 15 part 16 part 17 part 18 part 19 part 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25 part 26 part 27 part 27.1 part 28 part 29 part 30

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Epilogue 1 | Epilogue 2

[jeon-googi]

Flower Boy

— pairing: (ATEEZ) San x Reader

 — genre: slice of life, Barista au

— words: 3k

— rating: SFW

— warnings: none~

— notes: HELLO! It’s been awhile, and I am so sorry for my lack of posting and writing. A lot of stuff has happened, from me graduating Uni early (whoo!), to a few deaths in my family, life has really gotten to me. It makes me very happy to see so many people still liking and reading my stories though, so thank you for all the kind comments and tags! I have a few stories in the works including a spin off of Soulmate! Until next time! (I rewrote a part of the ending and wanted to start off fresh with this so I hope you don’t mind!)

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 You smiled triumphantly, finally finishing the last stretch of your midterm paper, stretching your arms out in front of you in your cramped work space. It was nearing Spring Break and that meant the amount of school work was becoming borderline atrocious. Luckily, you planned well enough and weren’t experiencing the detrimental study cram like your roommate Irene. 

“Irene c'mon you have to take a break!” You stood up, walking to her side of the dorm which somehow was even more destroyed than yours. Irene groaned as she rubbed her face, leaning back into her chair.

“Yeah a break would be nice…” she mumbled, her eyes red from lack of sleep. You smiled as you pulled her up trying to think of somewhere the two of you could go for a small break. 

“There’s that new cafe nearby! The one Seonghwa from Psych works at?” You offered, gently tugging on your shoes near the door. Irene nodded as she followed suit, tugging on a light jacket. One of your friends from psych, Seonghwa, and a gaggle of his rowdy friends all somehow landed themselves a job at a new cafe by campus. 

“You and Irene should totally come! Drinks on me.” He had offered one day.

The walk was short and sweet, the trees on campus starting to bloom gorgeous blossoms and the light sunny air put a pep back in both you and Irene’s steps. The cafe was a modern looking place, flowers adorning the outside patio. You also noticed the abundance of well dressed girls that filled the place as well. Shaking your head, you pulled the door open for both you and Irene, the bell above alerting the bustling baristas to your presence.

“Welcome to Cafe- Oh! Y/n and Irene! Welcome!” A boyish laugh sounded from behind the barista bar as you spotted Seonghwa’s tall figure operating the espresso machine. 

“Hey Seonghwa!” You waved back as did Irene, filing into the line to the counter. From your spot, you could also spot familiar faces of his friends, Hongjoong his red haired best friend, and Yeosang from your literature class. You could understand now why so many girls were filling the small cafe, everyone here was absolutely gorgeous. You finally reached the counter where another boy leaned, making conversation with every customer, his figure so tall he had to lean down to operate the ipad for orders. Your heart sped up a little as you gave a wave to him, a large smile breaking his face. 

God he was hot.

“Hey your Y/n right? Your friends with Seonghwa?” He asked, cocking his head in a boyish manner as he spoke to you. You nodded a bit lost for words, “Yeah and you’re...you’re San right?” You winced, hoping you got it right. He nodded happily and grinned, “That's me! Now what could I get you?” He asked with a sly wink. You fumbled for a quick order, something along the lines of an iced latte. As you reached for your card, San reached a hand out to stop you, his large hands surprisingly soft.

“No please it’s on me.” 

You went to argue but he quickly passed the order to Seonghwa who shrugged and motioned you and Irene to a nearby vacant table. You and Irene quickly took your seats at the table, trying to ignore the glances of jealous girls at your interactions with the guys. 

“They sure have a crowd going.” You mused, smiling as you spotted some of the waiters entertaining groups of girls. Irene nodded in agreement, her eyes particularly locked on the back on Yeosang’s head. You nudged her and she bashfully laughed it off, the two of you getting lost in conversation before a cough broke you both away. Again, San stood before you, grinning as he held two iced beverages he carefully placed on the table. You both thanked him gratefully as he kneeled down, placing his elbows on the table.

“So ladies what's the plan for today?”

It seemed to be in the cafe’s style that all the baristas and servers would make small talk with the customers, which you didn’t mind of course. You and San unexpectedly went back and forth, travelling from topic to topic. You found yourself getting lost in conversation with each other enough so that Irene interrupted the two of you. 

“It’s getting a bit late isn't it Y/n? We still have some studying to do.” Irene said smugly, sliding her jacket back on her shoulders. Your eyes grew wide as you glanced at your phone, noticing you had been talking for a good while now. 

“Oh shoot yeah, sorry San, I didn’t mean to keep you from your work-”

“No it’s no problem I had fun.” He brushed off your apology with a smile. You and Irene quickly gathered your belongings to leave, giving the baristas one last wave before exiting.

“Wait Y/n!” You heard a call from inside, stopping you in the middle of the door.

“Hm?” You asked, turning back to see a grinning San behind the counter.

“I work Mondays, Wednesdays, and the weekends. Come see me again!”

The hoots from the other boys behind the counter was enough to make your face turn a slight shade of red,

 “We’ll see!” you called back before closing the door behind you. 

After large study periods and quite a few tears, midterms passed as quickly as they began. The refreshing feeling of knowing you had an entire week to yourself was pure bliss to say the least. Irene had planned a trip with a few of her friends, and of course, felt terrible you wanted to stay on campus.

“Y/n c'mon it would be so much fun!”

You shook your head, “It’s okay Irene go have fun! I’m going to just relax here and do absolutely nothing.” you admitted with a content grin. She shrugged, and before you knew it, you were left alone. With so much spare time on your hands, you weren't sure what you wanted to start with. You had a few books you wanted to read, some recipes you wanted to try...or, you could also swing by San’s cafe as well. It had been awhile since you first visited and you couldn't deny the lingering effect he had on your mind. His black hair, smile, the way he rolled his sleeves up when making drinks. A blush stained your cheeks as you shook your head, 

‘Here you are, thirsting over some guy you met once.’

But hey, one visit wouldn’t hurt right, and it just so happened to be the weekend. 

Packing up a small tote bag with a book, your notebook, and a few pens, you headed out down the scenic route to the cafe. The flowers were even more in bloom than the last time you were there, gentle white daisies and yellow poppies. There was another tall man conversing with a family on the front patio of the cafe. He noticed you walk up and gave an energetic wave.

“Hey your Y/n right?” He smiled, a cute golden retriever air about him. You nodded, adjusting the bag on your shoulder, “Yeah, your in my stats class right? Let's see... Yunho?” 

Yunho nodded happily, a large dopey grin on his face, “That's me! To be honest you came in on the perfect day-” Yunho politely excused himself from the family to make his way closer to you, your height differences astonishing this close. 

“What do you mean-” You were about to ask before Yunho hushed you,  glancing back towards the cafe and pushing you behind the cafe's hedge, out of the window's line of sight. He surveyed the front of the store before blowing out a breath.

“Whew alright he didn’t see us.” He said relieved.

“Who didn't see us?” You asked, also trying to peer your head over the bush.

“San. Ever since you came in, he has been looking forward to seeing you, and well, it’s been awhile since your last visit and he’s kind of depressed about it. Today has been the worst, but as luck would have it, you’re here!” Yunho rushed out quickly, giving you a smile of encouragement. You were a bit confused to say the least, but also a bit surprised. 

“He wanted me to come back that bad? I thought he was just being nice-”

“San is nice to everyone, which makes him pretty popular. But the way he stared at you from behind the counter said it all.” Yunho admitted. “I’ve known him for awhile, and I’ve never seen him act like this. If you're not interested it’s totally fine I just wanted to let you know this will really make his day.” With a reassuring pat on the shoulder, Yunho went back to entertaining the guests on the patio, leaving you with a pounding heart. It would be a lie to say it didn’t make you excited, you mean, you did find San very attractive and kind as well. 

‘Lets just see how this goes..’

You walked back to the patio, opening the door gently, the bell alerting your arrival. There was no line like usual, so you had a clear shot from the door to the counter. San was behind the counter again as well, but his back was turned as he was finishing up some drinks for the few other customers inside. You approached the counter with a smile as you waited patiently for him to finish. He quickly turned around, not entirely too focused on who it was before him, but rather typing quickly on the Ipad. His voice was not in his usual tone as he started, “Thank you for waiting, what can I get started for you?”

You laughed brightly before moving yourself closer to the counter, his face being a few heads higher than your own so you could look up into his eyes, 

“Hi San.”

San jumped back with a yelp, a few towers of paper cups falling with his flail, “Y/N? What are you doing here? Today? You showed up-er- here wow uh..” He stumbled over his words, a bright red flush dusting his cheeks. You couldn’t help the laugh that trickled out of your throat. 

“I finally finished my midterms, sorry I wasn’t able to make it in sooner.” You apologized. 

San shook his head quickly, “No no no don’t apologize it’s totally fine-” his hands nervously ran through his hair, pushing it back away from his forehead. 

“I’m just glad-” he stopped to clear his throat, “I’m just glad you came back in.”

You smiled at that. San had a way of being so earnest, even at times like this.

“This time I am paying for my drink Mr.” you warned, already pulling out your card. San’s usual grin graced his features again as he held his hands up in surrender, “Fine you got me this time.” 

You ordered another iced drink, and took a table near a large window within the shop, the sunlight not too harsh yet still warm against your skin. You heard footsteps approaching and you grinned, but looked curious when rather than San bringing your drink, it was Yeosang. 

“Yeosang, hi.” You smiled. Yeosang gave you a polite smile as well, placing your drink down on the table as well as a warmed pastry.

“San got called into the back for a while, so he wanted me to bring this to you since he can’t come over and talk for awhile.” Yeosang said in his gentle voice. You laughed a bit at the situation, picturing in your mind no doubt San’s pouting face. 

“Thank you very much Yeosang. Oh, and Irene wanted me to tell you she says hi.” The startled look on his face was perfect as he quickly excused himself back to the counter. You smiled and shook your head, pulling out your book to start your reading. Chapters in, you noticed the chair in front of you being pulled out. A tired San deflated once in the chair, allowing his head to hang back. You winced at the stiffness in your joints as you set your book down, watching the tired barista. 

“Rough day?” you asked sympathetically, placing your chin on your hand. San shook his head as he sat up, leaning onto the table with his elbows. “Just busy. We’re training some new hires, so I have a lot to do.” He sighed but his smile easily came back. 

“But I am glad you came by today.” He grinned. San’s eyes alway crinkled when he smiled like this, and he always had a laugh on his lips, in a way, you were a bit jealous he could uphold such an attitude. You both made small conversation, enjoying the time you guys finally had together. Before you knew it, the sun was beginning to set, casting the cafe in an orange hue.

Seonghwa emerged from the back, spotting you two chatting away at the table, “Sorry to interrupt but, it’s closing time guys!” He smiled, obviously eager to leave. Your eyes widened as you realized indeed, you were the last one in the establishment. 

“Oh my god I’m so sorry I didn’t realize-”

Seonghwa shook his head, “No you’re good. In fact since San was supposed to help me close, I’ll just have him walk you back to your dorm instead. I’d feel guilty just kicking you out like this.”

San whipped his head around, totally ecstatic over the fact one, he got to leave early, and two of course, walk you home.

“C’mon Y/n let's go!” He grinned, pulling your hand along with him. You laughed as you quickly collected your bag, giving a wave to Seonghwa.

The air outside was warm despite the night creeping in. You walked alongside San down the road to your university, an air of comfortable silence between you two.

“Why did you start working at the coffee shop?” You asked.

“It was always Seonghwa’s dream to have something like this, ever since we were in grade school. I just wanted to help make his dream..I don’t know a reality I guess?” San admitted sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. You nodded, honestly in awe of such kind words. 

“I’m sure he appreciates you very much.” You smiled up at him, causing him to turn away bashfully. He cleared his throat as he glanced back down at you, “Well I mean how about you? I want to know everything about you.”

The walk back to your dorm was filled with conversation with San, ranging from classes to hobbies and favorite foods. It was so easy to talk to him, you found yourself drawn into him with every word and you couldn’t ignore the fluttering of your heart anytime he said your name. Before you knew it, your dorm was in sight. 

“Thanks again for walking me back. I appreciate San.” You smiled, toying with the strap of your bag. 

“Of course! I didn’t want you to walk alone.” San grinned, slipping his hands into his pockets. The air grew stagnant, and both of you fidgeted in the silence, not quite wanting your time together to end. 

“Y/n-”

“San-”

The two of your stopped, realizing you talked over each other so easily before breaking into giggling grins. 

“You first.” San smiled.

“Well I just want you to know, I um...I really like hanging out with you!” You admitted, casting your eyes down to his shoes. “I really like hanging out with you, and I would like to keep hanging out with you. If you don’t feel the same way though I totally understand-”

“Can I kiss you?”

 You stopped, your eyes quickly scanning up from the floor to San’s face, the heat rushing to your cheeks.

“Can you what?”

San smiled, a boyish carefree smile, one that stirred butterflies in your stomach.

“Can I,” his hand found yours, holding it between the two of you, “kiss you?”

You felt yourself nodding before the words even escaped your mouth. San waited, his face only inches now form yours. His breath was shallow, and you found yourself a little giddy at how nervous he suddenly looked. He was only inches away.

“Yes, San-”

You were cut off by a gentle sensation on your lips. It was soft and tentative, like he was holding himself back. San’s hand cupped your cheek and your own hand rose to his chest. He pulled back, his breath light on your face. 

You could feel the heat rising to your cheeks as San chuckled, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling you into his chest, his arms wrapping around you so naturally. 

“I really like hanging out with you too, Y/n.” 

Your face was pressed into his chest, the faint smell of coffee and pastries still lingering on him. 

“But..” You could feel San shifting, leaning down so his face was closer to yours, “I’d rather hang out with you as your boyfriend.” 

Your smile widened as you stared back at him, your hands softly travelling to hold his face. He gently leaned into your touch, his smile mirroring yours. 

“I’d like that too.” You whispered back, your forehead resting against his. The two of you stayed like this, giggling and whispering between each other without care. Eventually San begrudgingly acknowledged he had to leave, but not without a few pouts. 

“I’ll see you soon yeah?”

You nodded, your fingers slowly drifting apart.

“I’ll bring you breakfast tomorrow.” You smiled, earning a large grin from San. It only took him two brisk steps to be in front of you again while you laughed. 

“San you really gotta head home-”

“I just wanted to see you like this. One last time before I go.”

You raised an eyebrow at him.

“Like how?” You watched as his hand returned to your cheek, stroking it gently. 

“Smiling.”

“Smiling?”

“Smiling, because of me.” 

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On her trip, Irene grinned as she stared at her phone. It was a blurry selfie of you and San, looking all lovey dovey at the café, while half of Yeosangs face was in the frame.

‘Told you we’d get them together!’-Yeosang

Laughing she grinned and replied back.

‘About time :)’-Irene

[hyunjins]

changbin and that move.

[awkwardzenitsu]

get u a man who looks at u the way zen looks at nezuko’s box

[floofsta-x]

26 Unusual K-pop Asks: What's/Who's...

[totallyrealboygroupquotes]

A: Something really attractive that your bias does?

B: A favorite physical feature of your bias?

C: A color that you think your bias looks good in?

D: Your favorite dance?

E: An idol you think would be easy to get along with?

F: The first group you loved?

G: A group you wish you could see more of on your dash?

H: The best hairstyle your bias has ever had?

I: The most interesting voice or style in K-pop?

J: A group you love to jam out to?

K: Your favorite non-Korean idol?

L: Your favorite line from a song?

M: Your favorite Maknae?

N: The best/catchiest name (or stage name)?

O: Another occupation you could see your bias being?

P: Your favorite photoshoot?

Q: A quality your bias shows that you absolutely love?

R: The best rapper, or, the best rapper line?

S: A song that never fails to get stuck in your head?

T: Your favorite hidden talent an idol has shown?

U: The most unusual group?

V: The best/sexiest voice in K-pop?

W: Something you wonder about?

X: Your favorite cross-group friendship?

Y: The last M/V you watched on Youtube?

Z: Not related to Z, but… Your favorite Kpop blogs?

[nekomas-kuroo]

i’m not a kpop blog but SEND SOME IN!!

[straylov]

it’s okay the shorts protected him

[eternalbulletproof]

“I’m happy even in an extreme situation.”

[tragikempyre-deactivated2013040]

[ethiopienne]

they won’t even admit the knife is there.

[alwaysbewoke]

The essence of the “color blind” movement right here.

[anti-capitalistlesbianwitch]

“If you stick a knife in my back nine inches and pull it out six inches, that’s not progress. The progress is healing the wound that the blow made. They won’t even admit the knife is there.” - Malcolm X

[changbinskz]

(200705) god’s menu // changbin

[chenle]

speed it up! | street racer!han jisung hcs

this was gonna have an elaborate plot, but i decided to fuck it and do hcs instead. u win skz. u win. | [m.list]

ok but student by day, illegal street racer by night?

that’s kinda hot, han jisung is hot AKSJSKSJDJ

when u first met him through ur mutual friends, u certainly wouldn’t have thought that tho

i mean, he just looked like your typical uni student

ok well typical uni student out of a shoujo manga AKSJMSJS

his espresso brown hair was always styled neatly

it was so neat that it sat on his head like a crown

and he carried himself like a cute prince too

he always stood up straight and never slouched (but maybe that’s because of his height insecurity AKDJDJ)

and he always smiled kindly at you whenever u bumped into him on campus

don’t even get me started on the eye contact because oof,,,

OOF

u’ve never been great with eye contact in the first place but ???

WITH PRETTY BROWN EYES LIKE JISUNG’S STARING INTENTLY INTO YOURS ?????

U HAD A HARD TIME TALKING TO JISUNG AT THE START BECAUSE OF THAT

and of course, u, the hopeless romantic, just had to fall in love with him huh

LIKE THE BAR IS IN HELL HELL HUH ????

a boy is cute and nice and suddenly UR IMAGINING UR FUTURE WITH HIM

u guess it worked out anyway because a year into your friendship

he jumped the gun and asked you out

Keep reading

[minhos]

200702 // han

[jeon-googi]

Bella Notte

— pairing: Changkyun (I.M) x Reader

 — genre: mafia au but not really 

— words: 1k

— rating: SFW

— warnings: none~

— notes: Hello friends. I am very sorry about my lack of posts. I’ve just been really lacking the motivation and will to write during these times. I actually only wrote this because a friend prompted me too, and it’s not the best but I wanted to just post something. Hope everyone is doing well these days. 

The mafia life wasn’t all black leather vests and bullets. Sometimes it was nights as simple as this. You stood happily in the small kitchen of your even smaller studio apartment, the skyline of the city twinkling through the windows. Soft music poured from your phone that laid face down on the counter as you hummed along, stirring the sauce on the stove. It wasn’t cramped, but a comfortable clutter. Photos covered every square inch of the walls in your home along with art. Some of your favorites included a drunken selfie of you and your dearest friends, Hyungwon and Kihyun. Or the handwritten love note from your boyfriend, Changkyun. 

‘I’ll love you forever and then some.’

Alongside it was another note from Changkyuns best friend Jooheon,

‘He loves me more than you xoxoxo bitch.’

The memories made you laugh. The lifestyle your friends lived was hard and rough, so they learned to appreciate the little moments, and taught you how as well. Of course, when you first met them, you had no idea what kind of lives they lived. You, Kihyun, Hyungwon, and Shownu all were in the same political science class, and became quick friends through group projects. From there, they introduced you to Jooheon and Changkyun. Both of them seemed hard to approach, but gradually, they warmed up to you. Changkyun became your partner in ‘crime’ so to speak, as both of you seemed to be connected by the hip. It was no surprise to the rest of the boys when you both started to date, but twitch the happiness, came harsh reality. 

You found out about the mafia when your doorbell rang in the middle of the night. Panicked, you shot out of bed, alarmed as to who would disturb you so late. Glancing through the doorhole, your heart seemed to stop as you recognized the torn and battered face of your boyfriend, leaning dangerously into Jooheons arms. Ushering them inside, you managed to get Changkyuns laid out on your bed. 

“Hunny what happened?” You sobbed, holding onto Changkyuns hand and Jooheon rubbed your back reassuringly. 

“He wanted to keep it a secret as long as he could but…”

You sniffled, looking up at Jooheon for an answer.

“Changkyuns family runs a sort of...business. One all of us are involved in.”

“What like a family business? Are you guys dealing drugs or something?”

Jooheon shook his head with a laugh, “No no...well maybe sometimes. It’s the mafia Y/n.”

Your eyes widened as you glanced at him back to Changkyun, who’s breathing seemed a bit better now. 

“I just...didn’t know where else to take him. If you want us to leave I understand-”

“Of course not. He’s my boyfriend. And you are my best friend. I’ll go get the first aid kit.”

Jooheon watched you quickly leave the room, a soft smile on his face. 

“You found a good one, Kyun.”

You returned to the room to find Jooheon passed out on the chair next to the bed, and a confused looking Changkyun sitting up.

“Y/N..? How did I-” He glanced down at himself, bloody and battered as he stuttered, “I just got into a fight at the bar this is-”

“Kyun? It’s okay. Hunny told me...about everything.” 

Changkyuns eyes widened before casting his gaze down.

“I’m no good for you Y/n…”

You huffed as you sat on the bed, carelessly pressing a cotton swab to a cut on his cheek, causing him to wince. 

“You're perfect for me Kyun. Don’t ever doubt that. I will always, always, be here for you.”

Changkyun smiled softly as he leaned up a bit farther, his arms tightening around you to pull you in closer. You smiled and stroked his back softly, pretending to not hear his small sniffles and gasps as tears fell onto your shirt. Lifting his face to yours, you placed soft kisses on his face, gently avoiding his cuts and bruises. 

“Let's get you cleaned up, hm?” 

That night was a few years ago. Since then, you became an active part in the mafia lifestyle with the boys, your home becoming a center base for them after particularly harsh days. Finally deciding the sauce was ready, you ladeled spoonfuls of it onto the plates of pasta, smiling as you heard the familiar rhythmic tapping of someone at the door. 

“It’s open!” You called, placing plates for grabs on the counter.

A grumbling Hyungwon was the first to enter, luckily, not battered up. He gave a sleepy smile to you before taking a plate and sinking into the living room couch. Next was Kihyun and Shownu, both thankful for the food. Minhyuk, a new member of the team,  was as lively as ever, placing a kiss of thanks onto your cheek despite the harsh cough of your boyfriend who was next to enter.

“I’m home.” Changkyun smiled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he pulled you in closer, placing a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled, leaning into his touch. Honestly, Changkyun definitely thought you were going to leave him the night you found out about him. Yet here you were, dressed in an adorable apron making him and his friends dinner. He loved you very much, though you always told him that you knew that. 

The perfect moment was interrupted by a groan of disdain, Jooheon entering your home last. 

“Really? In front of my pasta?” He groaned, taking his plate and sitting with the others. You couldn't help but laugh.

 In your small apartment, the warmth of your closest friends and the love of your life was more important than anything else in this world.

[warmau]

10am and this image of jaehyun is……….unworldly 

[warmau]

what vibe even is this like victorian era farm boy running through the halls of the only school house in the entire town to meet with you in the basement where all the old books and desks are kept and the only source of sunlight on his freckled face is the tiny window at the top and his leather bound notebook is full of love letters and poems hell never have the courage to read aloud to you?

or is it just that 90s romeo aesthetic where he pens the smallest beauties he sees and compares them to the raging storm of love in his heart that eclipses through him every time he catches a glimpse of you through a car window or in passing at an extravagant event where both your families refuse to let you near each other but hed sacrifice it all to lay at the foot of your bed if thats what you asked him to do

[lyresandlasers]

list of favorite things as a fanfic author:

When someone is really freaking mad at me for inducing an emotional response from them

when readers give me a background of how/when they read my writing

when readers give me a background of why they shouldn’t have been reading my writing (usually while at work)

when readers quote my work back to me in comments

the frickin’ real heroes here, the ones who comment on every chapter of an ongoing multi-chapter fic

[pia-love-hobi]

He has been a tease

[callmearcturus]

What just happened on CNN? Im at work and so wasn’t somewhere I could watch

Sure I’ll sum up.

So there was a very good peaceful protest by.... Lafayette Park? Right outside the White House. They were chanting, they had multiple reporters in the crowd, it was fucking CHILL, people were waiting for Trump to do a speech in the Rose Garden.

Then, out of nowhere, truly NOWHERE, the cops closed in from three directions and threw gas into the crowd. They used rubber bullets on the crowd IMMEDIATELY. One dude told the reporter “They don’t care about news, move.” They drove out the totally fucking peaceful, pre-curfew protestors.

They moved them all out, and Trump started speaking, and you could hear the fucking gas going off over his speech. CNN fucking did a splitscreen to show the peopple being shoved back as the motherfucker stood up there and said he would protect our rights and would mobilize the military against people.

Then back to the reporters, and everyone was forced further and further away. One woman on a bike told the reporter “They are getting the water cannons ready, you wanna move.”

TURNS OUT.

ALL OF THIS.

WAS BECAUSE TRUMP WANTED A PHOTO OP AT THE CHURCH ACROSS THE STREET. HE WANTED THEM OUT OF THE WAY SO HE COULD STAND WITH A BIBLE IN FRONT OF A CHURCH.

Even CNN is calling him a dictator, at 7PM.

Then the Illinois governor came out and called him a racist, xenophobic, misogynistic failure.

ETA: OH AND AFTER THE FACT one of the CNN ppl said that the cops claimed they gave three warnings to the crowd to disperse. There were reporters literally in the crowd, and didn’t mention hearing anything along those lines and where as shocked as anyone when the crowd was forced to move. So they’re fucking lying.

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THIS IS NOW, THIS IS TODAY, MONDAY 06/01/2020.