Please stop posting scam posts in the tags. I don't know if you're aware of the fact these are SCAMS. This is me telling you. It's also poor tagging etiquette, so knock it off. Thanks!
i’m sorry, i genuinely thought i was helping the cause and had absolutely no idea that those were scams. i won’t do it again and will learn better tagging etiquette as i haven’t been writing for a long time.
im eighteen, im non-binary (they/them), and im black :p.
im also queer, so PLEASE dont just req for men pls.
RULES AND GUIDELINES !
i. it takes time for me to write. i have depressive episodes and verryyy bad writer’s block, but i will always get to your requests. dont ask where your request is. be patient.
ii. be respectful when requesting. racism, homophobia or any hateful messages are banned here. keep it cute.
iii. if you send a request that goes against my guidelines, its an automatic block. no educating, no nothing.
iv. who i write for : stray kids, nct (excluding lucas & jaeil), bts, exo, seventeen, stranger things (excluding will & murray), big time rush (excluding james and carlos), sam winchester, dean winchester, criminal minds.
WHAT I WILL WRITE !
headcannons , mtl, reactions, social media aus,scenarios, suggestive content.
plot: you and hansol left your friendship off on a bad note, leaving the two of you to part ways and resulting in years of estrangement. however, a choice encounter brings the two of you back together and bonds rekindle and old sparks reignite.
wc: 475
authors note: hi hi hello! this is is my first post in a while and first series im planning on creating! this was so fulfilling to write, as my writer’s block prolonged and my lack of motivation only amplified in tandem with my writer’s block. i see your requests my babies, and i will get to them. but for now, thank you for reading and i hope hope hope you enjoy!
— eliza
hansol was someone you’d call— well, called a friend.
since primary school, you and hansol had been inseparable. secret handshake, moms knew each other, the whole shabang. at that moment, when the two of you met in kindergarten, you had immediately fell for him and he pretty much pushed you away each time, saying that he wasn’t “in like with you”. typical.
secondary school was a blur. you couldn’t remember much, due to past experiences and traumas, but you could always go back to reminisce the moments where you and hansol blurred the line between friends and something more, seeing each other in a different light. lingering stares, the whole ‘fingers-brush-against-each-other’s’ spiel. it wasn’t much, but you both could feel it
you remember a specific memory, one that stuck with you since the two of you had gone estranged.
you were both thirteen, and for his birthday hansol’s mother invited you on a trip to the countryside. your mom, being overprotective, gave you many things to keep yourself safe in a farm setting and your caramel skin healthy. you, while on the way out of the door, gave her reassurance that you would come back in one piece. you left and got into the car with mrs. chwe and hansol.
the ride to the farm was quiet, much of the time wasted due to hansol having to stop to pee countless times, and stopping for snacks. you didn’t mind it, though. it was an excuse to joke around and be around hansol, making childish jokes about food and drink brands and agitating the workers at the rest stations.
after days on the farm, you and hansol were on the hay bales watching the sunset. the two of you sat in silence, watching in awe as the sky illuminated the land with orange, pink, blue, and red hues. you sat intrigued as the sun began to hide behind the barn, and out of the corner of your eye you see hansol looking at you as if you were the sunset. You look at him, but his eyes dont budge; they only meet yours.
“what?” you ask with a snort. “is there something on my face?”
“no.” he answered simply, his voice smooth and his brown eyes being dragged across your face as he tried to note your features, taking them in as if this would be the last time he would really see you in this enamoring of a moment. “just— stay like that. for a minute.” he said, his voice trailing off as his eyes lingered on your lips.
“hansol–” you say, but he cuts you off.
“would you ever get married?” he asked abruptly, your eyes blinking and widening in shock, your lips parting as you stammered.
“what– well, i–” you stuttered, your cheeks flaring and turning a deep crimson.
Okay but ... what is wrong with you guys? Why won't you let Christopher catch a break? Do you really hate him that much that you have to make every single thing he does a massive deal for no reason?
You found a way to hate on him for the whole chocolate thing, which, shouldn't have even been a thing in the first place ... he was literally just being silly, and if any of you knew him, you'd know he regularly says silly things like that, and there's literally nothing wrong with it? If you're actually offended by a grown man minding his own business and the way he types his messages, then honestly, you need to sit down with yourself and rethink your priorities.
He had every right to tell you guys to stop telling him what to do. Every. Single. Right. He's a grown man - you don't think he knows when to sleep and when to not? You don't think he would go to sleep if he could? Are you forgetting he has one of the busiest roles as a leader, as a producer, as an idol, as a person who just wants some time for himself and rarely has the time for it - being worried about him is fine but to the point where you keep harassing him and telling him to sleep when he's said multiple times in the past that he doesn't need you guys to tell him that? He's not incompetent like you make him out to be. You're all quick to say "he's pushing thirty and behaving like this" when he sends silly texts but you can't keep the same mindset when you treat him like a child for not going to bed on time? He's an independent man with a brain - he knows what he needs, and if he doesn't want to go to sleep, then just respect that and stop ignoring everything he says? You're acting as if you probably don't stay up till 3am, 4am, 5am, for no reason other than scrolling through your phone or whatever ... if someone told you to go to bed at that time, you'd probably get annoyed too, and you definitely wouldn't listen - so why should he listen if he doesn't want to? Doesn't really make sense, does it.
And getting mad at him for finally sticking up for himself when he's nothing but polite and kind all the time is actually insane ... you get mad when he doesn't put people in their place, and then get mad when he does - honestly, just give it a rest. He can't even breathe without you getting angry about it. He gives you guys everything, he's always there for you and he's always trying to help everyone as much as he can - you have no right treating him like shit? "Oh but he was really rude" No, he wasn't. He was respectful but straightforward. If someone in your day to day life told you to stop telling them what to do, you wouldn't say it was rude. But because it's him and you love picking him to pieces, you had to turn it into a massive scene. Again. It's like in your heads he only has one job, and that job is to show his body off so you can gush about him online. Which, is disgusting. You're forgetting he's a real person, with a real heart, and feelings. If you just want a body to gawp at, just go find a stripper or something instead of constantly criticising and hating on him for every single thing he does other than flashing his abs on stage.
You're making this man's actions your entire life and personality and it's actually really pathetic to see ... don't you get bored of bashing him constantly for the silliest of shit?
You can not like him and not make a big fuss about it. You can't like everyone and not everyone is gonna like you - but hiding behind a screen and saying whatever the fuck you want without a single thought is really not it ... you wouldn't dare to say half the shit you say to his face. So why say it at all? Find something else in your life to occupy yourself with ... go do something that's actually beneficial instead of micro analysing the breathing patterns of a man you don't even know.
Put some respect on his name and just leave the poor guy alone ... he's been through enough as it is.
okokok hi hello everyone liza here and im finally back with this shitty fic and what not. i decided to start small and gradually build since when i first started writing, i cared too much about things that didn’t matter. but im back! enjoy this kyungsoo fic lovlies <3. also happy new year guys!
so, your car got towed.
not exactly a proud moment for you since you’ve been trying to not-so-sweet talk your way out of it with the operator who’s giving you no time of day.
“come on, man! i was in the gas station for five fuckin’ minutes! can’t you just let me off easy? i’m not even from around here.” you say, trailing behind them as they write your receipt. “not my problem lady, the sign should’ve been enough for you not to park here.” the operator says, ripping the paper off the pad and handing it to you. you look at the receipt and your eyes nearby pop out of their sockets.
“350 bucks!? for a goddamn tow? a tow is 350, really?” you scoff. “this is the worst fuckin’ day ever.” you say as a matter of factly with a dejected smile and tone of voice.
you watch as the operator drives of with your car quite literally in tow, sighing and preparing to walk in the direction of your home.
after walking a couple of miles, you started to see a black convertible kind of easing up on you, speeding up then slowing down almost as if the car itself was unsure of what to do and not the driver. your eyebrow raised as it suddenly caught up to you and came to an abrupt halt, the car jerking back slightly. you shake your head and keep moving forward and hear the car door open, “wait! hold up a minute!” a guy says.
you stop and turn towards the voice, seeing a very attractive unknown man jogging towards you. you tilt your head and furrow your eyebrows in confusion as you have no idea why he would all of a sudden start talking to you.
he catches up to you and you stop. “um, i was driving a couple miles back and i saw you walking and it looked like you needed maybe a ride? i-i know it looks very much like im a serial killer but you really looked like you needed a ride and if you didn’t i’m very sorry but-” he takes a deep breath. “i’m rambling and you don't even know who i am,”
he nervously chuckled and you snickered. “well, who are you then?” his shoulders relaxed and he held out his hand. “kyungsoo. and you are?” “y/n. now what were you saying about that ride?”
long story short you accepted the ride offer. he was a surprisingly nice guy who said that this was quote, “out of his element”. he told you bits and pieces about his life, filling you in on his cooking skills, his love for music and many other things.
you told him about your problem and why you were walking and he offered to pay it for you, no paybacks or transactions needed — as long as you went for a coffee with him.
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this is not a war between israel and palestine, it is not even a war between israel and hamas. this is the mass genocide and ethnic cleansing of the palestinian people.