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EEE hello i recently started a kpop youtube account and it would mean a lot to me if you checked it out!!
this is my latest video (safe link, dw <3)
thank u sm ily :)
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hwaflms jaemin fic :) for the pink theme
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no more blorbo questions what was the first music album that changed you fundamentally
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bro are my asks not sending or smth :( i feel like they aren't
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[β˜† 1:23 am] "that shit's gonna kill you, you know."
the air at one in the morning was always so crisp and pure, and you smile at the irony as you bring the cancer stick up to your waiting lips, taking a long, purposeful drag- the smoke enters your mouth fluidly, swimming around in the back of your throat in a way that warms and burns it, creating a sharp contrast to the clean air surrounding you.
"we're all gonna die someday", you breathe out, smoke escaping around your moving lips with each word, swirling around and spilling into the air of mark's moon-lit car. two pairs of eyes follow how the thin stream of smoke emerging from the tip of your cigarette flows, clasped delicately between two of your fingers, disappearing out the window into the still, dark night. "i just like the idea of being able to control how."
"that's bullshit...", mark mutters, yet continues to watch, enthralled as you puff out another cloud of grey smoke.
it probably is bullshit, you think with a grimace, but at the end of the day, nothing even matters, really.
he finally shifts his eyes off of you and focuses them on something outside his window, propping his elbow on to it and leaning his head against his palm. "how do you even like that shit anyway? it literally tastes like death."
"have you even tried a cigarette, markie?", you tease, digging a tooth into your lip to bite back the soft smile that is about to spread on your face. mark's expression holds a piquing curiosity with a hint of apprehension, maybe even a little disgust. he's never been good at hiding his emotions, no, every feature on his face is a tell.
he peers at the object in your hold, the moon behind you reflecting in his eyes, making them shine in a cartoon-like way. "...no", he relents after a moments pause, making you giggle slightly.
"then how can you say they taste like death?"
twisting the cigarette in your fingers so that the burning end is facing you, you incline your hand towards him, offering it to him. mark's eyes widen slightly, mouth opening but not saying anything. he looks more than apprehensive now, but his eyes still carry a glimmer of curiosity.
you should feel bad, offering such a toxic, harmful thing to your sweet best friend, but you knew once he tried a puff, he'd probably never want to be within four feet of one ever again. "you don't have to if you don't want to", you say honestly with a shrug, your eyes softening at mark's conflicted gaze.
wordlessly, he reaches over and takes the cigarette from your fingers, now looking slightly more determined and sure. you quirk an eyebrow up, a small smile gracing your lips as he brings the rolled up paper to his own, taking a rather deep drag.
you don't even need to wait to hear his cough to know that the drag he took would be much too heavy for him.
his cough sounds more like a retch than anything, bringing his inner elbow up to his face so he can cough into it. smoke fills the car while mark sputters and hurriedly hands you back your cigarette, dramatically leaning his head out the window and taking deep breaths, causing you to laugh loudly.
"o-okay, now i can confirm cigarettes taste like death", he groans hoarsely, his voice sounding raspy and scratchy in a way, reaching over to the side of his car door to fish out a bottle of water. youΒ take another slow drag and watch with a grin as he gulps it down like he hasn't drunk water in years, zeroing in on the way his adam's apple bobs up and down.
"maybe i like the way death tastes", you sigh blissfully, slouching further in your seat and inclining your head back against the car seat headrest and simply opening your mouth, letting the smoke escape in wisps.
you can't see him because your eyes are closed, but he's watching again, entranced by the way the smoke dances and swirls around your mouth like its alive, how you're not forcing it out of your body but it's delicately leaving of its own accord, gentle and untouched.
"you're fucking crazy", he merely mumbles, twisting in his seat to face you fully as you open your eyes and give him a soft smile.
"you feeling better?", you ask sympathetically, and he responds with a roll of his eyes and an affirmative nod.
the moon is in his eyes again, and this time, you allow yourself to fully in drink him in. he was so pretty, his velvety, dark hair never styled but somehow always looking presentable and falling in the right places. his mouth is open slightly, lips so pink and soft-looking.
you're not surprised at the ideas forming in your mind, not even thinking before you open your mouth to speak them to him. "markie, i wanna try something."
the sultry way in which you speak immediately creates a shift in the smoky air, noticeable to both you and mark. he gulps a little and squirms in his seat, but not uncomfortably, more like he's intrigued. "w-what is it?", you know he hates the break in his voice with the way he winces, eyes looking down to his feet and then flicking back up to you.
not breaking eye contact, you take a final, drawn-out drag from your dying cigarette, not bothering to look as you flick it backwards and out the window behind you.
he waits with baited breath, chest rising and falling in an unrhythmic way and eyes switching between looking at your eyes and your closed lips. "y/n, what are you-"
you cut him off by placing your index finger against his parted lips, slowly splaying the rest of your fingers across the expanse of his cheeks, gripping his face gently and pulling it towards you. he sucks in a breath at the foreign action but lets you pull him close nonetheless, eyes fluttering open and closed out of habit.
your lips spread into a smile as you bring them dangerously close to his, squeezing his face a little so his mouth forms a slightly open pout. locking eyes with him, you slowly exhale and blow the smoke into mark's open, waiting mouth, watching numerous emotions flash in his eyes- surprise, lust, amusement, the list goes on.
he inhales the smoke you share with him, tilting his head back and swallowing for no real reason. he doesn't cough this time but he is hyper-aware of your hand still gripping his face, so he straightens his head just in time before you do it for him, all for the purpose of crashing your lips against his.
and once again, the line between friends and lovers blurs, twists and distorts, molding together just as your lips do.
a startled squeak escapes mark's mouth against yours, but he soon responds just as firmly as you, caressing your cheek with his hand to deepen the kiss. you taste like cigarettes, and even thought mark said they taste like death literally a couple minutes ago, he doesn't think they taste like death on your tongue. no, he thinks they taste like heaven now. digging your fingers into the material of his jet black jacket, you attempt to further the pace of the kiss but you find that the angle your neck is sufficiently derailing your plans.
Β "wait-", he grunts and breaks the kiss, much to your disappointment, but quickly moves his hands down to your hips. catching on, you clamber over the gearshift awkwardly and practically fall into his lap. "much better."
now in a much more suitable and comfortable position, your lips are smashed together again in a bruising kiss, your hands slipping around his neck to play with the hair at the nape while his slip down to grip at your waist, then repeating the action with your thighs. you begin to card your fingers through his hair, tousling it but you know he enjoys it nonetheless. his mouth is devouring yours with a fiery passion, tongue swirling around along with yours, exploring you in a heated manner. with the way he's kissing and holding you, you'd think you were going to disappear into thin air.
a hiss escapes his lips when you tug at his hair particularly harshly, choosing to slip his hands down to your ass to squeeze the flesh with a kind of intensity, making you throw your head back and let out a breathy, amused laugh. one roll of your hips is enough to let mark know how the rest of the night is going to go, he's been through this before countless times, but at the end of the day, he supposes he doesn't mind. he has to not mind. "what's wrong, markie?", you smirk, mistaking his silence for some form of submission, the purposeful slow grind of your hips intending to rile him up.
"stop calling me that.", he sighs, trying to shut you up by locking his lips with yours, swiping his languid tongue across your bottom lip, then deciding he wants to bite down on it instead. "stop calling you what, markie?", your mumble against his mouth,Β  words spilling into it as your peck his lips in between each syllable.
a low sound emits from him, almost like a growl, and he shoves a hand up your shirt, bunching it at your chin, revealing your lacy bra. "pretty...", he mumbles, fondling your breast roughly, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek. from there, he places kisses on various parts of your face, going from your cheek to your forehead, to the corner of your mouth, and finally, to your lips, kissing you yet another time. your skin is so, so soft to him, and he wants his lips and hands to feel every inch of you again and again and again. he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of kissing you, he thinks it's simply not possible. "mark, please-"
abandoning your lips, he attaches his soft lips to your jaw, moving downward and peppering wet kisses as he goes. he doesn't know what you're begging for and he knows you don't either, but god does he want to give it to you. he'd give you just about anything and everything you ask for.
settling on the spot right below your ear, mark sucks on the skin gently but loudly, eliciting small gasps out of you, filling the silence of the car along with the sound of his lips painting your skin. "i love when you kiss me like this.", you whisper into the night.
"i love when you..." "i love how you..." it's never just been "i love you." before mark can dwell in that house forever, your impatient, huffy whine somewhat brings him back to reality.
but the scene that is playing out in his car feels like deja vu to mark, because he has been here before. a simple night out together somehow always ends up with you on top of or under him. not that he's complaining of course, he just wishes you were...
"...mine.", you groan against the top of his head as you grind yourself down on him. mark thinks he might start laughing now, but it wouldn't be a happy joyous laugh, it would be an incredulous if-only-you-knew laugh. you don't see it but he smiles sadly, pulling you in by your cheeks for another searing kiss. he tries to convey every emotion he's ever felt for you through this kiss but he knows its not enough.
mark knows your words are just words because he isn't yours. you aren't his.
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[β˜† 1:23 am] "that shit's gonna kill you, you know."
the air at one in the morning was always so crisp and pure, and you smile at the irony as you bring the cancer stick up to your waiting lips, taking a long, purposeful drag- the smoke enters your mouth fluidly, swimming around in the back of your throat in a way that warms and burns it, creating a sharp contrast to the clean air surrounding you.
"we're all gonna die someday", you breathe out, smoke escaping around your moving lips with each word, swirling around and spilling into the air of mark's moon-lit car. two pairs of eyes follow how the thin stream of smoke emerging from the tip of your cigarette flows, clasped delicately between two of your fingers, disappearing out the window into the still, dark night. "i just like the idea of being able to control how."
"that's bullshit...", mark mutters, yet continues to watch, enthralled as you puff out another cloud of grey smoke.
it probably is bullshit, you think with a grimace, but at the end of the day, nothing even matters, really.
he finally shifts his eyes off of you and focuses them on something outside his window, propping his elbow on to it and leaning his head against his palm. "how do you even like that shit anyway? it literally tastes like death."
"have you even tried a cigarette, markie?", you tease, digging a tooth into your lip to bite back the soft smile that is about to spread on your face. mark's expression holds a piquing curiosity with a hint of apprehension, maybe even a little disgust. he's never been good at hiding his emotions, no, every feature on his face is a tell.
he peers at the object in your hold, the moon behind you reflecting in his eyes, making them shine in a cartoon-like way. "...no", he relents after a moments pause, making you giggle slightly.
"then how can you say they taste like death?"
twisting the cigarette in your fingers so that the burning end is facing you, you incline your hand towards him, offering it to him. mark's eyes widen slightly, mouth opening but not saying anything. he looks more than apprehensive now, but his eyes still carry a glimmer of curiosity.
you should feel bad, offering such a toxic, harmful thing to your sweet best friend, but you knew once he tried a puff, he'd probably never want to be within four feet of one ever again. "you don't have to if you don't want to", you say honestly with a shrug, your eyes softening at mark's conflicted gaze.
wordlessly, he reaches over and takes the cigarette from your fingers, now looking slightly more determined and sure. you quirk an eyebrow up, a small smile gracing your lips as he brings the rolled up paper to his own, taking a rather deep drag.
you don't even need to wait to hear his cough to know that the drag he took would be much too heavy for him.
his cough sounds more like a retch than anything, bringing his inner elbow up to his face so he can cough into it. smoke fills the car while mark sputters and hurriedly hands you back your cigarette, dramatically leaning his head out the window and taking deep breaths, causing you to laugh loudly.
"o-okay, now i can confirm cigarettes taste like death", he groans hoarsely, his voice sounding raspy and scratchy in a way, reaching over to the side of his car door to fish out a bottle of water. youΒ take another slow drag and watch with a grin as he gulps it down like he hasn't drunk water in years, zeroing in on the way his adam's apple bobs up and down.
"maybe i like the way death tastes", you sigh blissfully, slouching further in your seat and inclining your head back against the car seat headrest and simply opening your mouth, letting the smoke escape in wisps.
you can't see him because your eyes are closed, but he's watching again, entranced by the way the smoke dances and swirls around your mouth like its alive, how you're not forcing it out of your body but it's delicately leaving of its own accord, gentle and untouched.
"you're fucking crazy", he merely mumbles, twisting in his seat to face you fully as you open your eyes and give him a soft smile.
"you feeling better?", you ask sympathetically, and he responds with a roll of his eyes and an affirmative nod.
the moon is in his eyes again, and this time, you allow yourself to fully in drink him in. he was so pretty, his velvety, dark hair never styled but somehow always looking presentable and falling in the right places. his mouth is open slightly, lips so pink and soft-looking.
you're not surprised at the ideas forming in your mind, not even thinking before you open your mouth to speak them to him. "markie, i wanna try something."
the sultry way in which you speak immediately creates a shift in the smoky air, noticeable to both you and mark. he gulps a little and squirms in his seat, but not uncomfortably, more like he's intrigued. "w-what is it?", you know he hates the break in his voice with the way he winces, eyes looking down to his feet and then flicking back up to you.
not breaking eye contact, you take a final, drawn-out drag from your dying cigarette, not bothering to look as you flick it backwards and out the window behind you.
he waits with baited breath, chest rising and falling in an unrhythmic way and eyes switching between looking at your eyes and your closed lips. "y/n, what are you-"
you cut him off by placing your index finger against his parted lips, slowly splaying the rest of your fingers across the expanse of his cheeks, gripping his face gently and pulling it towards you. he sucks in a breath at the foreign action but lets you pull him close nonetheless, eyes fluttering open and closed out of habit.
your lips spread into a smile as you bring them dangerously close to his, squeezing his face a little so his mouth forms a slightly open pout. locking eyes with him, you slowly exhale and blow the smoke into mark's open, waiting mouth, watching numerous emotions flash in his eyes- surprise, lust, amusement, the list goes on.
he inhales the smoke you share with him, tilting his head back and swallowing for no real reason. he doesn't cough this time but he is hyper-aware of your hand still gripping his face, so he straightens his head just in time before you do it for him, all for the purpose of crashing your lips against his.
and once again, the line between friends and lovers blurs, twists and distorts, molding together just as your lips do.
a startled squeak escapes mark's mouth against yours, but he soon responds just as firmly as you, caressing your cheek with his hand to deepen the kiss. you taste like cigarettes, and even thought mark said they taste like death literally a couple minutes ago, he doesn't think they taste like death on your tongue. no, he thinks they taste like heaven now. digging your fingers into the material of his jet black jacket, you attempt to further the pace of the kiss but you find that the angle your neck is sufficiently derailing your plans.
Β "wait-", he grunts and breaks the kiss, much to your disappointment, but quickly moves his hands down to your hips. catching on, you clamber over the gearshift awkwardly and practically fall into his lap. "much better."
now in a much more suitable and comfortable position, your lips are smashed together again in a bruising kiss, your hands slipping around his neck to play with the hair at the nape while his slip down to grip at your waist, then repeating the action with your thighs. you begin to card your fingers through his hair, tousling it but you know he enjoys it nonetheless. his mouth is devouring yours with a fiery passion, tongue swirling around along with yours, exploring you in a heated manner. with the way he's kissing and holding you, you'd think you were going to disappear into thin air.
a hiss escapes his lips when you tug at his hair particularly harshly, choosing to slip his hands down to your ass to squeeze the flesh with a kind of intensity, making you throw your head back and let out a breathy, amused laugh. one roll of your hips is enough to let mark know how the rest of the night is going to go, he's been through this before countless times, but at the end of the day, he supposes he doesn't mind. he has to not mind. "what's wrong, markie?", you smirk, mistaking his silence for some form of submission, the purposeful slow grind of your hips intending to rile him up.
"stop calling me that.", he sighs, trying to shut you up by locking his lips with yours, swiping his languid tongue across your bottom lip, then deciding he wants to bite down on it instead. "stop calling you what, markie?", your mumble against his mouth,Β  words spilling into it as your peck his lips in between each syllable.
a low sound emits from him, almost like a growl, and he shoves a hand up your shirt, bunching it at your chin, revealing your lacy bra. "pretty...", he mumbles, fondling your breast roughly, the tip of his nose pressing into your cheek. from there, he places kisses on various parts of your face, going from your cheek to your forehead, to the corner of your mouth, and finally, to your lips, kissing you yet another time. your skin is so, so soft to him, and he wants his lips and hands to feel every inch of you again and again and again. he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of kissing you, he thinks it's simply not possible. "mark, please-"
abandoning your lips, he attaches his soft lips to your jaw, moving downward and peppering wet kisses as he goes. he doesn't know what you're begging for and he knows you don't either, but god does he want to give it to you. he'd give you just about anything and everything you ask for.
settling on the spot right below your ear, mark sucks on the skin gently but loudly, eliciting small gasps out of you, filling the silence of the car along with the sound of his lips painting your skin. "i love when you kiss me like this.", you whisper into the night.
"i love when you..." "i love how you..." it's never just been "i love you." before mark can dwell in that house forever, your impatient, huffy whine somewhat brings him back to reality.
but the scene that is playing out in his car feels like deja vu to mark, because he has been here before. a simple night out together somehow always ends up with you on top of or under him. not that he's complaining of course, he just wishes you were...
"...mine.", you groan against the top of his head as you grind yourself down on him. mark thinks he might start laughing now, but it wouldn't be a happy joyous laugh, it would be an incredulous if-only-you-knew laugh. you don't see it but he smiles sadly, pulling you in by your cheeks for another searing kiss. he tries to convey every emotion he's ever felt for you through this kiss but he knows its not enough.
mark knows your words are just words because he isn't yours. you aren't his.
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me with you guys when u reblog my fics and say nice things <333
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[β™‘ 01:07 a.m.] "stop staring at me and watch the movie."
your boyfriend jisung wears a small smirk on his lips, trying to speak discreetly so as to not disturb everyone else by whispering out the side of his mouth, like you might see in a cartoon.
this makes you snort out loud, evidently ruining jisung's plan for peace because renjun snaps his head over to the both of you to shoot you a "menacing" glare, whereas in reality he just looked like an angry puppy.
you mouth a "sorry" to him before he cracks a small smile and turns his attention back to the tv, the screen displaying a fight scene with some actor who's name you couldn't be bothered to remember.
"i wouldn't stare at you if you weren't so cute", you whisper back, leaning into him more from your position next to him on the couch. "besides, am i not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?"
even in the dim lighting, his blush is noticeable because of the glare from the television as he snaps his head toward you, narrowing his eyes. "you're so cute, sungie", you coo teasingly, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders and pulling him into your chest, nuzzling your nose into the top of his head.
he struggles in your hold but eventually gives up, releasing a rather whiney sigh and slowly slipping an arm around your waist, turning his body a little so he could also watch the t.v. "not cute", he mutters into his your hoodie, making you smile and press a kiss on to the crown of his head.
he peeks up at you due to the action, wearing a meek smile on his face, the colouration of his lips matching the cherry red of his cheeks.
"why are you blushing?", you tease, gently pushing some stray hairs off of his face. "um, feeling kinda hot?", the way he speaks makes the statement sound more like a question, the innocent smile on his face making you feel nothing but adoration for your boyfriend.
your doting gaze must make him feel something, because he lets out a shy whine as you lean down and press a chaste kiss to his pouting lips, clearly much to his surprise because the whine continues in a higher pitch against your lips.
the little sound he releases is enough to alert his members around him, all turning their heads just in time to see the sweet peck you leave on his lips. the event begins a chorus of coos, gasps and other teasing words, all the members either reaching over to pinch jisung's hot cheeks or whistling (courtesy of hyuck).
"our maknae is all grown up", jaemin groans dramatically, taking ahold of the embarrassed boy's face in between his hands, shaking it softly from left to right. you laugh along with them at your boyfriend's expense, jokingly puckering your lips as if to press another kiss to his now pursed lips.
"you guys suck!"
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BRO i should get back into my stranger things phase fr
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Do u have a masterlist???
hi love! yes i do have a main masterlist, and it should be tagged in my pinned (pls lmk if the link is broken or smth) but it's here if you need it! <3
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Heyyy I'm sorry but these days I'm into INT01 Santa, it's because I'm watching the Chinese show " Great Dance Crew" and im so in love with him. But nobody did a story with him, it's kinda sad. I'm wanted wanted ask if u could do something like that like imagine doing a dance battle with him or something like that.
Thanks ❀
hi cutie! sorry for the super late reply :o unfortunately, i only write for the groups ive mentioned in my masterlists, and though i stan loads of groups, i find it hard to write for anyone other than the ones i write for now, let alone a cpop group that ive never heard of :( im so sorry, i hope you understand <3
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EVE MY BABY HOW ARE YOUUUU I MISS YOU
KUSHIKIIII LOVER HELLO !!! this is so mf late im sorry but ive missed u sm :( ive been doing pretty good, im finally done with my exams and im on summer break ‼️ HOW HAVE U BEEN
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Freeze! ✧ ─=≑Σ((( ぀‒̀ω‒́)぀ You’re under arrest for being so lovely. Copy this message to 10 other blogs that you think are beautiful and deserve it. Keep the game going and make others feel beautiful! πŸ˜ŠπŸ’˜
hi omg this is so cute!! thank you so much my love, i appreciate this loads :) <3
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go hereΒ and let me know what your short term top artists from spotify (within the last 4 weeks) are in the tags!
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hii! do you mind sharing some of your fav tbz ficsπŸ₯Ί
hi my love! >_<
i know this is incredibly late but im recommending literally any fic written by:
@jjacob β­’ @sankyeom β­’ @luvrbin β­’ @planetdream β­’ @sainthwngs β­’ @defjcm β­’ @cuppasunu β­’ @pearlhoon β­’ @cloudykyu β­’ @changminurheart β­’ @stealanity β­’ @halaboyz
they're all super talented writers and im sure you'll like all their tbz fics (and other groups too!) <3
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OKAYYY i finally changed my theme and all that and i have a short drabble im gonna post soon i miss u guys
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