“the horrors” is such a good phrase for when anyone experiences anything. going to work? thats the horrors. thinking about a really awful time of your life? the horrors. waking up before youre supposed to and not being able to fall back asleep? also the horrors
i really do love “they put their whole pussy into this” because that really is the only way to describe things sometimes. there really are things out there that are so good it is clear that they were putting their whole pussy into it during the creation process. like art. and strawberry lemonade. many such cases
when you're feeling sad, changbin will do anything (being silly) to cheer you up!! fluff and comfort.
this was so fun to write, binnie is so iconic i wanna be his friend so bad. hope you'll enjoy <3 this won't make sense if u don't have some binnie references tho
"Baby, I'm home!" Changbin's voice echoes loudly through your apartment as soon as he opens the door. You bury your face in your pillow, turning around in your bed so he'd think you were asleep.
It's not that you didn't want your boyfriend to see you. But the day has been overwhelming, small mishaps piling up on you. And as trivial as it sounds, your last straw was not finding your favorite cereal in the cupboard.
You couldn't possibly tell him that you broke down crying for cereals.
Changbin comes into your room, tiptoeing to your side of the bed when he notices your seemingly sleeping figure. He stares at you fondly for a while, before leaning down to kiss your cheek. He frowns to himself, before repeating the action once, then twice.
So he wasn't dreaming- your skin is wet. He skims a finger tentatively down your cheek, and sure enough, he can feel the tears drying slowly on it.
"Baby," he calls out gently, and when you don't respond, he says it again, his tone a bit more urgent. "Baby!"
You open one eye to look at him, "what?"
"Were you crying?"
"No." your response is curt and Changbin stares at you pointedly. You huff, because he can read you like an open book. "Yes."
That's all it takes for him to slide into the bed next to you, placing his back against the headboard. He then easily manages to pull you over his lap- he's strong, and you are too tired to resist him.
"What's wrong?" he asks and you look up to the ceiling, avoiding his penetrating gaze.
"Nothing."
"Okay," he simply responds, grabbing strands of your hair in his hands. You watch silently as he braids them, or atleast attempt to, eyebrows furrowed in the utmost concentration.
"What are you doing?"
"Welcome to Changbin Salon," he grins, his voice suddenly high-pitched. You can't help the giggle that leaves your mouth at the absurdity of his words.
"Changbin Salon, you say? What other services do you offer?" you tease and he drops your hair, holding your hands instead.
"We can bring you food."
"Like what?" you smile a bit and he smirks mischievously at you.
"Chili chili crab crab."
"Not again," you whine, hiding your face in his broad chest. It took you three weeks to convince Changbin to not sing it anymore. And two additional weeks to get that silly song out of your mind.
"Say the truth. You just want an excuse to lay on my chest," he coos, hitting your back with his fists like a kitten.
"Binnie, you are insufferable," you laugh loudly, and his eyes soften at you. His teasing smile morphs into a genuine one, and you know that he's being this way just to cheer you up.
"Why were you crying?" he asks again, drawing soothing circles across your palm.
"Today was stressful, nothing seemed to work my way. And then, I got home and I was craving cereals. And there were no more cereals, so I started crying."
"So you were planning on sleeping hungry?! As if Seo Changbin isn't your boyfriend?!"
He's fully outraged as he picks you up, and your legs instinctively wrap around his waist, his warm hands holding your thighs with ease.
"But now we can eat together," you grin, bopping your nose with his and he nods, "what's my pretty baby craving?"
"You know, I think I really want to have that chili crab."
"Let's order it then," he smiles at you as he walks to the living room, "Should I do it singing?"
"Please," you giggle and he places a tender kiss on your forehead.
let your imagery be a little violent let your imagery be a little weird let your imagery be a little sexual and by god let it be sacrilegious. at this point if someone looks at it weird im just going to assume theyve got the art-consuming palette of a four year old. stop making artistic chicken nuggets when you could be cooking an actual meal just because some people cant handle the flavor doesnt mean it shouldnt exist. damn
Just to be clear, this was in no way meant to be a call-out post on readers. It was intended to explain to writers that there are dozens of reasons why people don’t/can’t comment. Writers tend to assume commenting is a binary: if you like the fic, you comment and if you don’t, you don’t. I wanted to show that there’s a lot more to it than that.
I will never get over how weird it feels to have tragic and emotional chapters of your life where you just also still go to work, and the grocery store, and see funny videos online all while feeling such paralyzing fear and heartache
idk who needs to hear this but,,,every piece of fandom content you make should be self indulgent. you should be creating because it gives you happiness and nothing less. you aren't a machine meant to only give to other people. the enjoyment should always come before the validation.
I don't know who needs to hear this, but you're not selfish. If you say no to someone it doesn't make you selfish. If you do something for yourself it's not selfish. If you choose yourself over other people it's not fucking selfish. You deserve to be a priority in your own life ... don't let people call you selfish just because you no longer serve their demands.