weno

what is even the point of growing up?

[nicorwtv]

all about me: weno, brazilian, bi/gender fluid, i post mostly in portuguese (ill try to post in english sometimes)

im only for &team/bnd/riize/nct/illit

currently tired of being alive

obviously not crazy ab nico, yuma, dongmin, anton, jisung and wonhee

nerd!

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ebi datte tai ga tsuritai | episode 3

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IG : andteam_official​ ✨ Nicholas 20250714

[nicorwtv]

PUTA QUE PARIU QUE CABELO LINDO E HIDRATADO

JÁ IMAGINO ELE COMO DA ÚLTIMA VEZ

FAZENDO COSQUINHAS NA MINHA XERECA LISINHA

MEU FRELO TÁ AQUI PARECENDO UMA PITOMBA

TÔ SÓ NO TIC TIC TIC TIC TIC

[lunelillii]

[nicorwtv]

Ele é muito lindo eu vou chorar

[starrihan]

just thought that bcs nicholas, yuma & jo have wider backs and broader shoulders it'll be easier & more fun for you to test out giving them back scratches that would 1000000000% make their backs even prettier and attractive

thinking abt this just makes me dizzy

-> I love this because that’s basically my bias line you’ve come to the right place babes :3

-> Just imaging how hard they had to be pushing into you, how relentless the pace they set was that you literally CLAWED their back. Like their little werewolf ;) I had to say it but hybrids are not my thing

I feel like Nicholas would proudly show off his marks. He’d wake up the next morning to you still in bed, some of the members in the living room and kitchen and he walks out shirtless. He would feel the sting of your marks on his back but wouldn’t pay them mind until K and Fuma burst out laughing and pointing at him like little kids. “Looks like someone was really lucky last night.” K would say while the other members laugh. “Y’all are just jealous that it’s not you.” And he sassily walks back to your guys room.

Jo definitely would be blushing the whole time. He wouldn’t know in the moment that you scratched up his back but he wouldn’t care, he likes it. Lets you take pictures of it and blushes even harder when he sees your initial carved onto his back. “You really had to show people I’m yours, huh?” “Who else is looking at you shirtless 🤨?” You’d question and he’d laugh. The members would def tease him about it if they saw it, maybe after he got out of a shower or his shirt flew up in the middle of practice. But he’d take all the teasing in the world if it meant you’d keep marking him up like that.

Yuma is like a wild card in my opinion. I could see him getting hyped up as you scratch him, making it look like you carved broken wings onto his back. He’d tease you for it, “it felt so good you couldn’t resist huh? Maybe next time I should go even harder, let you make my back bleed.” But maybe you use it against him and he gets a little flustered. “Remember how good you made me feel when I was scratching your back up? Bet you can’t make me do that again?” And you’d say similar things all throughout the day that make him flustered and ungodly horny, especially when you do it in front of the members knowing he can’t do anything about it.

[hoonie]

swimmer boy

[wenoswhore]

vase verdict // asakura jo

❀ pairing ▸bf!jo x gf!reader

❀ genre ▸fluff, angst, established relationship

❀ warnings ▸mentions of blood and injuries, language, heavy mental health theme

❀ synopsis: when you damage a fragile piece of your boyfriend's artwork. but, it turns out you're the one who's closer to breaking.

a/n: this came to me at 2 in the morning + I tried something new with this soo lmk if u fw or not :3

your boyfriend jo is a massive hoarder. but it's never bothered you. you've never treated him like a pariah. never wrinkled your nose at the clutter, never once complained when yet another vintage ashtray or chipped glass swan found its way into your already overcrowded shelves. your cute little apartment on the outskirts of town felt like a museum of memories. it was chaotic, yes - but it was yours and jo's. and as a whimsical trinket enthusiast yourself, you encouraged his endearing habit

until now.

already wrung out from an exhausting day you stared in disdain up at the endless stairway that lead to the comfort of your home. you released a long, frustrated sigh then shot a withering glance at the dingy elevator that was slapped with an "out of service" sign. typical.

"great" you muttered, your voice flat and incredibly idle

every step to the fourth floor dragged like cement. you made it up eventually - barely even. kicking off your shoes as you stumbled inside. the apartment was warm and dimly lit, smelling faintly of jo’s familiar cologne and the citrusy candle he always forgets to blow out

normally that smell alone could bring you back down to earth. not today though

the gaping silence stretched, and all you wanted to do was curl up into a pathetic ball and have the ground swallow you whole. but suddenly, your bag caught the corner of the shelf by the door. you always thought it was a stupid placement. your ears picked up the cacophonous sound before you saw it: the sharp, sickening shatter of ceramic against the wooden floors

you froze. your eyes trembling. you turned slowly, despite the gnawing feeling, screaming at you to not. the pink vase. shit. the one with hand-painted koi fish. that jo spent hours making, using your favourite fish as his muse. now it lay in pieces - dull, helpless shards scattered across the now bitterly-cold floor

it was as if something in you snapped. your knees gave in and you slid to the floor beside the beautiful wreck. mirroring you. ironic. trying, desperately, you gather the pieces with shaking hands. you didn't even realise you were crying until your vision blurred and your chest started heaving. your heavy heart pummeled against your ribs, begging to be let out. each breath tighter than the last

you weren't just crying about the vase

you were crying about everything.

the scattered fragments caught up to you. trying your best to pick up each piece. but your hands were clumsy - numb with exhaustion. one sharp edge bit into your palm before you could stop it

blood welled instantly. warm. vivid. a brilliant red bleaching perfect white porcelain. you sat there frozen, hand bleeding, breath shallow and ragged. your whole body trembled, as if the apartment’s shaky foundations had extended to your bones. you didn’t even cry this time. just cradled your meek legs closer to your chest. as if that would help you to just dissolve. dissociating, disconnected, the wound both too much and not enough to feel real. when jo entered the apartment minutes later, humming a melody he’d been working on, he stopped. a sudden rush of cold engulfing his entire being

"babe?" his voice felt light years away. then the closest it's ever been before. then suddenly right beside you. he dropped to his knees - the music in him vanishing. "oh my god. hey - hey baby, look at me" his voice cracking

you couldn't. your eyes were locked on the blood staining the floor, blooming like a watercolor gone wrong. “i didn’t mean to -” you whispered. “it broke, and i tried to - i didn’t think it would -” “shh. it’s okay, you're okay,” he breathed, already reaching for you, his hands trembling as he cradled yours in his. the cut wasn’t deep but it was a messy piece of work. and it had shaken you more than you knew how to admit

jo was all soft, panicked murmurs as he led you to the bathroom, his arm around your waist. steadying you like you might collapse at any given moment. he sat you on the edge of the tub and knelt between your knees. he grabbed the first-aid kit out from under the sink with one hand, the other never leaving yours. “i’ve got you,” he said gently, over and over, like a lullaby. “i’ve got you, sweetheart”

he cleaned the wound carefully, blowing on it to soothe the stinging sensation of the antiseptic cream. you flinched anyway. his eyes flicked up fast to yours - wide, tender, wrecked. “i’m so sorry,” you mumbled frantically. feeling insanely foolish. you thought your petulant tendencies had died with your childhood

“don't” he pressed a kiss to your knuckles, just beside the bandage. “don’t ever say sorry for hurting, okay? "you’re allowed to break sometimes. and i’ll always be here to hold the pieces.” your throat tightened, and this time the tears came freely. branding your face. jo kissed your forehead, your temple, the top of your head, and then dropped his head onto your shoulder. seeking some sort of unspoken refuge. your bandaged hand still entwined safely with his own. he traced the outline of your jaw. delicately. with precision. and the fear of your shattering right in front of him

“now that it’s broken." he started, a lopsided smirk etched onto his sorrowful face. "i can make a stupid little mosaic out of it. might even make it a shrine to show how dramatic my beautiful girlfriend is.” you laughed through a sob. and jo smiled. because he knew he’d do this a thousand times over if it meantt putting his angel back together

[4doras]

NOBODY NEW “THEY WERE ALWAYS JUST THERE, LIKE THEY BELONGED.” *ੈ✩‧₊˚  

genre. nicholas x reader, fluff, est. relationship, 1.1k +use of ej’s real name 

ꕤ. ty anon for requesting ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ this was so fun to write!! 

you and nicholas were inseparable, is what your friends would say – always catching you two laughing at inside jokes, helping one another with small tasks that one could do alone, sharing belongings like clothes – and it was extremely obvious to them now that you were on a trip together. 

every morning, one of the others would find you and nicholas eating breakfast together, even taking bites out of the other person’s food. 

but no one questioned it, they just chalked it up to your friendship. 

more under the cut! 

it was just you and nicholas now, sitting in his room. neither of you were doing much, both just scrolling on your phones, but even just the presence of one another was comforting. 

“i wonder why none of them have asked us if we’re dating.” he said suddenly, looking up at you and slightly pouting. 

to be completely honest, you and nicholas had been dating for ages, almost two years now. yet none of your friends noticed or asked. 

you shrugged your shoulders, eyes still on your phone. “i ‘dunno, nicho.” but when you looked up, nicholas wasn’t there. instead, he was laying beside you, leaning into your warmth. “do you want to tell them?” 

“nah, i don’t mind it like this.” he smiled, going back onto his phone. “we don’t even hide it and they don’t ask.” 

and so did you. 

whenever you and nicholas hung out, it just felt like hanging out with your friend. natural, simple. you didn’t have to make every hang out a date, not every date was so casual either. it was like you two were made for each other, you understood one another like it was yourself. 

two days of your trip have passed, and no one has come up to you or nicholas to ask about how affectionate you’re being to each other. it was weird. they’d seen you and him sitting strangely close to each other, the type of close that screams “not just friends”. they’d seen you compliment nicholas and nicholas compliment you, calling each other “pretty” and “handsome”, yet no one batted an eye. 

when would they notice? did you really have to tell them straight up? 

day three of the trip would be a day for going to the beach, one of you and nicholas’ favourite things to do together. it was the perfect opportunity to spend time together and reveal your relationship. discreetly, of course.  

nicholas was wearing a shirt that was buttoned a little too low for your liking, so you went and buttoned it up a little higher. while you were fixing up his shirt, he was gently holding your waist, softly rubbing his thumb along your skin. 

and still, not a single remark. no whispers flying around the room, not a single raised eyebrow, absolutely nothing. 

at this point, you were convinced you’d have to kiss him in front of everyone to get a reaction out of them. 

what was worse was that the rest of the day was the same; acting close on purpose and not getting a reaction from it. all your efforts were in vain. 

fuma, euijoo, and nicholas were all in the ocean now, doing whatever they please while you, giselle, and winter were sitting on the sand, enjoying the heat of the sun. 

“i’m surprised nicholas didn’t drag you with him, y/n.” winter giggled, teasing you. in retrospect, it didn’t work at all, considering you and nicholas were dating, but winter didn’t know that. 

“yeah,” you chuckled. “he knows i wanna spend time with you guys.” 

“at the house, it seems like all he wants to do is be by you.” giselle widened her eyes, giving you a sly grin. 

they were both right there, yet so far. 

“we won’t push, y/n.” she laid a hand on your shoulder. “we know you guys are just friends.” 

except that push was just the thing they needed. 

when the guys got out of the water, they started heading toward where you, giselle, and winter were sitting. 

nicholas huffed as he sat down. “can you dry my hair for me?” he asked, giving you a towel. 

“you’re so lazy, nicho. do it yourself.” you pushed the towel back into his arms, laughing at his upset reaction. 

once he wasn’t dripping water everywhere, he put on his shirt, buttoning it up. 

“nicho, we’re at the beach.” euijoo said, tugging at the shirt. “you can get a girlfriend here, just take it off.” 

“she’s right in front of me?” nicholas was pointing at you, looking around with a confused face like it was obvious (it is). 

a chorus of “what”’s and “huh”’s erupted, giselle and winter grabbed you like you revealed a top secret, both of their jaws on the ground. 

“since when?” fuma was blinking hard, like it was a dream and he had to wake up. 

“it’s been almost two years, fuma.” nicholas answered, a laugh on the tip of his tongue. 

“and you guys didn’t tell us?” euijoo was appalled, maybe even betrayed. 

“we thought it was obvious,” you looked at nicholas, then everyone. “i mean, we were literally cuddling on the couch the other night. you can’t tell me we’re 'just friends’.” you tried to justify it. 

“i thought you guys were just… close friends.” winter scratched her head. “like, super close friends… y’know.” 

there was a pause. a long, stunned, processing pause. then laughter – the kind that comes out after shock wears off and everything finally clicks into place.

giselle lightly smacked your arm. “i knew there was something off about how he called you pretty every morning like it was a part of his routine.”

“and you literally wiped food off his face with your thumb,” winter added, throwing her hands up like she was a detective missing a huge part of evidence.

“i was there for that!” fuma gasped, then pointed accusingly. “and i said nothing!”

“you all seriously thought we were just really, really close friends?” nicholas grinned, pulling you closer, letting you lean into his side.

“i mean…” euijoo started, but then trailed off, suddenly unsure about what to say. “okay, yeah. I guess we’re just blind.”

nicholas looked at you and smiled. “i told you there was no point in hiding it.”

you smiled back, resting your head on his shoulder. the group slowly went back to their chatter, a few still stunned, but your relationship was no longer the center of the conversation.

and just like that, everyone knew about your relationship. 

still, nothing really changed. except now, they knew. but it made sense.

you and nicholas were always together – you two belonged together. 

perm taglist. @jellyouse

[fleurliz]

𝒯ired

【 ## 】    —   PAIRING    …    anton    x  fem!reader   ⋆     fluff    //   shirtless ton(again)    +     pet  names ,     …               —    m.list   ˖ 

The bed was cold.

You blinked a few times, still tucked in the mess of blankets you’d fallen asleep under with him. But your arms reached out and hit nothing but sheets. Your face scrunched as you turned around fully — empty. No anton. No warmth. No steady breathing in your ear or that slow little sleepy murmur he always did when you shifted beside him.

“…the hell,” you whispered to yourself, still raspy and pouty from sleep.

You dragged yourself out of bed, an oversized t-shirt swallowing your body, hair a little messy and steps wobbly. The apartment was dark, the faint hum of the fridge the only sound. And then—

Clink.

The soft sound of a spoon tapping something. You squinted toward the kitchen.

And there he was.

Anton, your sweet, sweet boy, standing by the counter with a glass of water and a tub of yogurt, shirtless in those grey sweats — the ones you swore he wore on purpose when he wanted to ruin your night’s peace. His hair was messy, like he’d been running his hands through it, his eyes still puffy with sleep.

You stared.

You always stared.

And then you moved, padding across the floor until you were behind him. You wrapped your arms around his waist from the back, face pressing between his shoulder blades with a soft little sigh.

He froze for a second. And then you felt the way his back shook with a quiet chuckle.“Couldn’t sleep without me, huh?”

his voice was husky, slow, laced in that late-night softness that made you melt every time.

“I woke up and you were gone,” you mumbled into his skin, already frowning. “Not cute. I was cold.”

He turned around slowly in your arms,

and his hands found your waist immediately — warm, big palms running lazy circles on the small of your back.

“I didn’t wanna wake you,” he said gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “You looked so cute sleeping.”

You hugged him tighter, burying yourself into his chest. “Let’s go back to bed.”

He chuckled softly, letting you hold him like he was the blanket you’d been missing. His arms circled your waist again, pulling you in with this slow, sleepy strength that always felt so secure — like you could fall asleep standing up in his arms and it’d still be the safest place in the world.

“I was literally gone for 10 minutes,” he whispered into your hair.

“Too long,” you mumbled back. “Missed you.”

You felt his smile against your scalp, and he kissed your head, a little longer this time. “You’re so clingy when you’re sleepy.”

“Am not,” you grumbled, already burrowing further into him.

“You are,” he laughed gently, “but I like it.”

You were quiet for a moment, just letting yourself melt into his chest — the steady beat of his heart, the heat of his bare skin under your palms. His hand rubbed slow circles into your lower back, like he was trying to memorize the curve of you all over again.

And then, out of nowhere—

“Wait… why are you shirtless?” you suddenly asked, brows furrowing as you pulled back to look at him. “Isn’t it cold?”

He blinked, deadpan. “…You always steal the blanket.”

You gasped. “That’s not true—!”

“It is. I literally woke up freezing,” he said, fake serious. “You had all the covers wrapped around you like a sushi roll.”

You laughed — a sleepy, snorty giggle that made his heart do flips. And then your fingers brushed down his abs, featherlight. Not for any reason. Just… touch.

“Well, I’ll keep you warm now,” you said with a pout, reaching up to kiss his jaw — then his cheek — then the tip of his nose.

He blinked slowly, the tips of his ears pinking.

“…You’re not gonna let me eat my yogurt, are you.”

“Nope,” you said, all smug and clingy, tugging him back toward the bedroom by the waistband of his sweats. “You can have breakfast in the morning. Right now I need cuddles. Urgently.”

“Yes ma’am,” he sighed playfully — but there was no resistance.

Back under the covers, he tangled his legs with yours, pressed his chest to your back, and whispered, “Is this better?” against your neck.

You just hummed, half-asleep already.

“Best boyfriend ever,” you mumbled, and he smiled so hard it hurt.

He kissed your shoulder — and finally, finally let himself fall back asleep, now that his favorite girl was warm in his arms again.

—🤍 :: we’re getting less and less creative with those imagine name🔥 (idk if thats even the right word…)

[hannism]

TEXTS WITH JUNIOR YUJIN

synopsis yujin, the junior under you in yearbook always got on your nerves. little did you know he had a reason for always annoying you.

p junior!yujin x senior!reader g profanity, younger yujin reader’s only a few months older tbh, frenemies to lovers

link to navi — PLS REBLOG !

notes ; love love yujin

[nicorwtv]

erm

[atzhrts]

Hiii! I love your idol!reader headcanons so so much especially gunwook's (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) if it's okay with you can you make a yujin version pretty please (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈) totally up to you I don't want to force you. Hope you're happy and healthy and stay that way ଘ(੭ ᐛ )━☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

hi! tysm anon you’re so sweet!!

cutie guy!!! with him i could see a reader he got to know during school and you’ve just been inseparable since. definitely friends to lovers.

i can also see you being an idol already and yujin coming to you for advice when he first entered boys planet

the two of you are very careful with your relationship, doing everything to not expose you. there are barely any moment for the fans to go off of and make those cute little shipping videos for the two of your but there are some: your group getting interviewed by yujin when the two of you make eye contact, lips forming into a small smile as you try your best to not burst into laughter. looking at each other, whenever the other is not looking, yujin smiling ever so fondly until he hears his name being called, a blush decorating his face when he realizes he just missed his cue and got caught staring at you - the rest of your members would giggle knowingly. your members always trying their best to make you stand next to yujin, thinking its the funniest thing ever. who cares about official positions? your group sure as hell doesn’t, your position is being as close to yujin as possible

so much teasing from his members when you come over, yujin rolling his eyes when they tell him how ‘fast the kids are growing up’ for the 100th time, ushering you into his room

coming up with secret symbols that only the two of you recognize, three fingers for i love you and some random day a tiktok goes completely viral. “hold up look at what i just discovered. so i collect yn and yujin right and i was just looking through my collection as one does and look how many photocards these two have where they’re holding up three fingers? like thats so random its not even a heart or anything? and its not like its a concept of either groups, no other member has this many only these two. are they trying to tell us anything?

i feel like he would love to not be in his maknae rule whenever he has some off time so he just enjoys spending so much time with your because it doesn’t matter with you. don’t get me wrong, he definitely loves being the make and being doted on but just being with you and maybe even having to take care of you fills him with so much joy as well.

leads me to think that he’d love to take care of his girlfriend, bringing you food whenever he’s coming over, giving you advice whenever you ask him, letting you rant to him every evening when his hands run through your hair and ordering little things he’d think you would like

[shigetaharua]

nicholas // war cry (facecam 231124)

[nicorwtv]

tô tão tristinho queria tanto um wang yixiang na minha vida

[hoonie]

ANTON 250706 x.

[nicorwtv]

Does he knows im insane

[iama1ice]

« we ain't even famous »

The Black Label is back with another group.

All Day Project is a kpop coed group, composed of five members : Annie, Tarzzan, Bailey, Woochan and Alice. Debuting on June 23, 2025 with the single FAMOUS, composed of two tracks : Famous and Wicked.

Maknae and main vocalist of the group, Alice was born on October 5th, 2006 in France, from French and Korean parents.

Allegedly from very important families, in France or Korea as well, she would be the second chaebol member of the group.

Though she is the vocalist of the group, she also showcased very good techniques rap-vise and is also a very good and well recognised lyricist and producer.

ㅤㅤ𐙚⋆° ✦🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡ ㅤㅤㅤwhen I walk, 다 돌아봐ㅤ ࣪ ִֶָ☾. ♱ ⋆.˚

{ in this reality, youngseo debut with illit, and i'm the maknae in adp instead of her }

[ taglist : @fujiswn @alexshiftz @a1sft @h1biscusgal @somonesthings @she-atti-on-my-lyus @saturnsshifter888 @reyaint @aprinceinwhite @cupiid-777 @nothyeri @soapyfairie ]

[yawn-junn-deactivated20250905]

Boyfriend points with Woochan 🙏

🎧 Bf Points w/Woochan🎧

🎧 Special Thanks Too: Anon, Woochan

🎧Note: damn didn't realize how long this took me to finish 😭 Anyways hope you enjoy and, fuck wilbur soot, support Shelby and Support Victims (hopefully this is the Woochan you wanted)

🎧CW: kissing : mentions of jealousy : mentions of hickies :

🎧Taglist: @leoonoa - @mxlly143 - @soul-is-a-strange-kid

2-10/28-24

★I've said it before and I'll say it again. He has the best fashion.

★he dresses you, sometimes better than himself (rarely)

★He'll stay up late reaching you a dance you wanted to learn

★Hes quite tall, so he'd lean his arm on your head pretending your a head rest, sometimes he does it to tease other times he doesn't even realize what he's doing.

★he curses a lot, so if y'all were hanging out or on a date you'll hear him either mutter curses randomly or say them out loud.

★He is extremely protective over you, he loves you to no end he wants to make sure your safe.

★He loves seeing you hear his clothes, and or match with him. He likes proving to others that your his and his only.

★He doesn't really like hickies to be seen if he does give them to you, he feels it's a private thing between you and him.

★He loves sleeping on your thighs or stomach, it brings him comfort but if he hears the little random noises your stomach makes he'll try to mimic them.

★If he can't sleep when your asleep, he'll move to his side facing you and turn his screen brightness all the way down and mutes his phone so he doesn't disturb you.

★For dates I feel like he's an inside kinda guy, he enjoys the intimacy of it.

[soobck]