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They did it again OMFG 😂😂 (this one's better tho I have to admit) Out of ALL THE TRENDS, they did THIS and THEY DELIVERED 🙌🏼😂 (x)

When the hero fell to the Gloom, he was thought lost. But when the blood moon rose, the truth was more terrible than anyone had expected…

Kind of gives you chills .

Part One: The Beginning

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Cade Manning (singer songwriter): "Music has always been part of my life. My parents were young when they had me. Still in high school. My dad and his friends had formed a band, I forget the name of it, and they'd always be practicing in the basement of my dad's house. I'd be down there, just hanging out and listening to them play from as far back as I can remember. I think they were pretty good too. But, uh, they disbanded after Dad and the guitarist had a falling out. After that, it was me and him in the basement listening to records and playing together. My dad actually was the one who taught me how to play the drums. I didn't pick up a guitar until I was like 7 maybe because I didn't want to bring up the ugly memories of the fallout."

Anne Manning (Cade's Mother): "From the moment he found things made sound when you hit them Cade was ready to learn anything and everything he could about music. I vividly remember the day he found out that things made noise. I had been at home with him while his father was away at work and Cade had this little plastic drum my mother had given him that he didn't really use much until this particular day. He balled his little fists up and hit the drum as hard as he could. BOOM! I remember his head turning to me so fast like he was trying to figure out if I had heard the noise too. (laughs). After that it was all over me and John. Peace and quiet were flung out the window after that day. But yes, Cade was always interested in music. I remember going over to John's from school some days and going down to the basement and seeing the two of them engrossed in sheet music. Probably some songs that John had written. It was almost comedic at some points. Here you had this little toddler, 3 or 4 years old, sitting in his young father's lap, learning how to read music notes! (laughs)."

John Manning (Cade's Father): "I met Anne through a friend of mine. She was my buddy Don's cousin. Don had brought her to one of our band's rehearsals and it was love at first sight. About a year into our relationship is when Anne found out she was pregnant. After Cade was born our lives changed dramatically. For me it was balancing my band, school, and fatherhood. For Anne it was balancing work, school, family life, and motherhood. It was hard on us but we managed. Sadly I lost the band during the early years of Cade's life. The fallout was hard. Those guys were my best friends. I mean they meant a lot to me. They were with me throughout Anne's entire pregnancy and they were with me when Cade was born. They even helped us raise him. Cade was like their nephew. We went through a lot together. But then we just lost each other so quickly when me and the guitarist, Axel, got into a fight. We disbanded after the fight. It hurt to lose them, sure, but each day I'd see Cade, sitting in his corner, messing with whatever musical toy he had and I slowly began getting over it all. I had decided that if I couldn't play music with my buddies liked we'd dreamt then I'd at least teach my son."

Part Two: The Come Up

Part 1

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Cade Manning (singer songwriter): "I began to write songs when I was 11 or 12. I spent most of my middle school years writing and making music. I didn't really bother with making friends or anything. Music was the only thing that I cared about. During those years of my life I was always writing songs, recording them, and editing so I could post them onto Soundcloud and whatnot. When Musically was a thing I posted there too, so I could build my platform. Doing all of that really took up my time , so there wasn't ever really time for me to do normal preteen things like hanging out or whatever. I was focused on building towards my career."

Anne Manning (Cade's mother): "I was, not worried per say, but concerned with the lack of friends Cade had when he was younger. I mean don;t get me wrong, I loved that he was dedicated to working towards his dream, but I didn't think that not interacting with kids his age was a good thing. John and I did try to help him but were unsuccessful."

Cade Manning (singer songwriter): "I wouldn't say I had no friends. There was a guy I grew up with. Tommy Wade. I would say he was, is, my best friend. Our moms were, still are, childhood best friends. Tommy's mom had him a few weeks before my mom had me so I think they had hopes of us becoming like the 'next generation' of them. They were right. Many memories of my childhood include him. Like the time we were on the swing set at his cousin's house and I thought it would be a great idea to jump off while I was high in the air and ended up scratching up my knee pretty bad. Blood was oozing down my leg and I remember Tommy screaming and almost passing out. But yeah, he and I have been great friends since were babies. Even through those middle school days where I was grinding pretty much day and night building and expanding my music. Tommy helped me through all of it. He became my first real fan. From the very beginning he was always hyping me up and helping me. He helped me develop my style and genre and was always there for me whenever I was stuck or hating the way a song was coming out. He helped me get my music out there, posting songs that I had recorded or was in the midst of making. He showed his other friends my music and they all fell in love with it, asking him when I'd make more. I honestly feel like none of this would have happened had we not become close. So, thank you Tommy. For everything."

Tommy Wade (Cade's childhood friend): "Yeah, Cade was always into music. Always banging on anything that made noise, he was. Our childhood was fairly normal. We were always at his place or mine. It depended on whose parents were working. We had sleepovers almost every weekend. Family events, birthday parties, my grandpa's funeral, he was there. Every important milestone he witnessed. And vice versa. When we hit middle school that's when Cade really doubled down on making it into the industry. I thought it was a bit weird that someone my age already knew what they wanted to be. But at the same time I knew that Cade had made up his mind long before we reached middle school. I fully supported his dream. I wanted to see him make it. Whenever he recorded new music I was always the first one that got to hear it. I loved everything he made. I remember the long nights of posting his new songs everywhere. Soundcloud, Musically, Snapchat, Instagram, anywhere really. In school I would show my other friends his stuff and they loved it. They always asked me when he would make something new, and I always felt a rush of pride in me when they would rave about his new song or beat. Watching Cade's music spread around to people outside of school was surreal. Then it spread out to other counties and eventually our of state. As social media became more popular, more people would post themselves singing along to his music or dancing. It felt good watching Cade get more popular. And I was there from the beginning."

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Anne Manning (Cade's mother): "I remember the day very vividly. September 19, 2021. I'm the kitchen, going through the mail, when I get a call from an unknown number. I answer it because I have this feeling that I should. A man's voice comes through the speaker. He asks me, 'Is this Cade Manning?'. I'd told him it wasn't, that I was his mother, and in my head I'm wondering, 'what does this man want with my son?'. He explained to me that he was a music producer with a record label and that he wanted to talk to Cade because he had come across him on Musically or some app like that and was interested in hearing more in person. And I'm like 'Oh my gosh, this is it. This is what he's been waiting for.' I had told him that Cade wasn't home at the time, he was out with his dad, but I would give him Cade's phone number so he could speak with him about it. As soon as we hung up I immediately called John to tell him about it. He was ecstatic. I didn't tell Cade directly about it because I didn't want to spoil the surprise but I did tell him to watch out for a call from an unknown number. He was confused but he listened to me. And from then on, the rest is history."

John Manning (Cade's father): "When Anne called I nearly yelled out loud from shock. Cade and I were out at the grocery store when she called me. As soon as we were done I sped home."

Cade Manning (singer songwriter): "I was very confused when my dad started acting weird. He kept giving me these weird glances. and started speeding, which was unlike him. When we got home my mom was standing in the doorway, with a big smile and bright eyes. It was honestly a bit freaky. She told me that she had gotten a call, didn't tell me who from, and to be on the lookout for a call from a number I didn't know. A few hours later I got a call from a California number and I answered it because my mom had told me to and it was a producer with Pacific Coast Recording Company that was interested in hearing more of my music. He wanted to meet with me to do a studio session. I was stunned. In my head I was freaking out because this is what I had been working towards since I was 11. I said yes, of course. Then two weeks later I was off to LA."

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Billy Reign (music producer): "I first met Cade when he was 16 in October 2021. A buddy of mine had a teen son who had been obsessively listening to this artist who had been trending on Tiktok for a little while now. He gave me the name of the artist and some of his stuff, I listened to it and didn't to hear more than 10 seconds of this first song before I knew that I wanted to meet him. I worked with my team to find him so I could get in contact with him. I first got into contact with the mother before she forwarded me towards Cade. I called him and invited him out to LA to do a recording session to see if I wanted to him on the label. He came out, we got to know each other, and within a couple of days I had him walking out of the studio with a contract."

Director: "Why did you decide after only one session with Cade to sign him?"

Billy Reign (music producer): "Great question. I knew I wanted him because there wasn't any artist like him out there. His vocals were so raw and real and you could feel the passion he poured into music. He was so in tune with his emotions that they flowed into his writing which were only made greater when he sang. And he could play almost any instrument you put in front of him. And with him being so young I knew I would be able to help hone him into what he wanted to be."

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Cade Manning (singer songwriter): "After Billy and I, professionally, recorded a couple of songs together he handed me a contract and I signed it, with my parents and lawyer present because I was a minor at the time. It was agreed before I left to go back home that we would wait until I was out of school for the summer to record any albums but I still had to write new songs, make beats, and send it all over to Billy so that we had stuff ready to record when I was done."

Tommy Wade (Cade's childhood friend): "I remember Cade telling me that he was going to be gone for about a week a little less than a month after school started because he had to go to LA for something important. It wasn't until he got back when I found out what the important thing was. When he got back from LA, Cade showed me the contract he had signed with Pacific Coast. It was insane. I remember freaking out with him and crying tears of joy. I was really proud of him."

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Billy Reign (music producer): "When Cade got out of school for the summer he came back to LA to record his first album with us. Over the course of the school year he had been keeping in contact with me about songs that he had written and wanted to record. Over the nine month period he sent me samples and recordings of him playing the things he written and some of his revised songs he'd written when he was younger. As soon as he'd settled down we were in the studio recording for hours. Honestly I was shocked by how much he was giving us. On the first day alone we were in the studio for at least 10 hours, taking short breaks in between a few songs of course, but even then he didn't look tired at all. By the end of the first week we had recorded about 18 songs. We went through all of them one by one and cutting the ones he didn't like. When we were done with that we had 14 songs left. We edited those and created the album. All in all it took about a month but we had done. We helped him create his first studio album."

Cade Manning (singer songwriter): "It was crazy. Better than anything I had ever imagined. My first real studio album. I titled it TEENAGE DREAMS. A bit on the nose but I thought it fit perfectly. Me and Tommy were posting about it just to get the word and we dropped the album on July 1, 2022. People who had been following me and my music for years were really excited and stuff and when it dropped it was like a tidal wave of love and support. Within the following weeks it was getting more and more streams everywhere. It was even trending on Tiktok. I heard one of the songs from it on the radio for the first time when I was out with Tommy and another friend of mine who were visiting and it was like an out of body experience. It was great. After the album was released my account followings tripled on every platform. The love I was receiving was insane."

John Manning (Cade's father): "When Cade's album was released it was mayhem. Nearly overnight he went from this desperate kid trying to make it to a media sensation. Every radio station was playing his songs and he was riding that high for a while. For good reason. His music was good. Cade was achieving things that I had dreamed about and I was so proud of him. Still am. Anne and I watched as Cade was gaining the fame he deserved and we almost cried. Really. We spent the summer in LA watching Cade rise to stardom at such a young age. He was being recognized on the streets by fans and was signing autographs not too long after the release. It was a true wonder watching him reach his dream."

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Cowboys and dragons brainrot

more of this switched au with serumed peggy cap, her gal pal angie and agent rogers

Danny but he has the cover art eye

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cr. 7btsofficial

By ‪@sokawa_ogawa_u2‬

Okay there are a lot of these that are very good, really impressed by all these people’s minds.

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Thanks so much! For the compliment and the playlist ^^. The songs are just perfect! ’Flesh and bone‘ is actually one of my favorite songs, so seeing that one here made me smile. (Also: it’s true, isn’t it? If you ever want an OC aesthetic moodboard, drop by ;)).

I don't know if you are still doing the mini playlists? I've got Tungsten. He's sweet, nervous and shy, but once he sets his mind to something, he'll do it, trembling fingers and all. He wishes above all to have a group of people where he feels he belongs. He hopes to find that in a band of traveling magicians/artists he has joined. He always wears a tophat, in which his pet (Milton) lives. He dislikes heritage and does not want to leave anything behind. He's bisexual. Thanks so much!!!

awww he sounds adorable!! (also, love your url)

mini playlist:

1. blue lips, regina spektor

2. flesh and bone, keaton henson

3. unsteady, x ambassadors

4. echo, jason walker

5. not about angels, birdy

midnight kiss

For the past 3 hours I've been losing my mind over this picture I dub 'Shroggles'

migration ✧ b.c.

chan | minho | changbin | hyunjin | jisung | felix | seungmin | jeongin

→ series masterlist

pairing. bang chan x fem!reader. word count. 5.5k. genre. strangers to lovers, first date, fluff, angst.

warnings: none

summary: you’ve never been successful with blind dates, but chan might just be the one to turn that all around

*if you’d like to join the taglist, please inbox me!

author’s note: hello and welcome to my first date series!! i seriously had so much fun writing this and i’m so excited to continue with the other members. i hope you all enjoy! if you liked it, please remember that any and all feedback is appreciated!! happy reading <3

© please do not steal, translate, or re-upload anywhere else.

“So…I know a guy.”

You groan, throwing your head back against the cushion of the booth you’re currently shoved into. Changbin drops his fork to gesture at you with his hand, a look of exasperation on his face.

“Come on, I haven’t even said anything yet!”

“The problem is that you’ve said anything at all.” You say, glaring at him as you reach for your drink.

Changbin, as much as you love him, is notorious for being the worst wing man in the history of wing men. His most recent pick, Jooyoung, was a friend of his from high school. A freelance writer, the owner of a snazzy apartment in one of the more sophisticated districts of Seoul, and conveniently single. They’d recently reconnected after a mutual friend threw a party that they both went to, and he was ecstatic to try and set the two of you up.

You’d been reluctant, rightfully so, but Changbin is anything but a quitter and you also just so happen to be the world’s biggest pushover (his pout is just too good, okay?), so you’d agreed on the off chance that it just might work out.

Long story short, it didn’t.

Jooyoung was probably the biggest asshole you’d ever been on a date with. Not that you were surprised, though. Changbin’s circle of friends when he was younger mainly consisted of grade-A douchebags who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. Perks of being born into a wealthy family and attending one of the most elite private schools in the country, apparently. Changbin had attended a university on the outskirts of Seoul for a reason. Lesser known, laid back—to study music of all things—and the sole reason for his father’s headache, as he’d put it. That’s where he met you.

“Okay, but I think this guy might be the one.” He makes air quotes around the two words, and you scoff as you cross your arms.

“And what would you know about that?”

“Um, a lot? You’re my best friend, I know exactly what you’re looking for.”

This is the part where things go south—or so you assume. Changbin puts on the puppy eyes, jutting his bottom lip out to hell as he stares at you from across the table. You glare at him dead on, unwavering. He won’t get you this time. Not over your dead body.

“At least let me tell you about him?”

“No.”

“I met him at the company. He makes music just like me, only slightly better. And you know how I am, I don’t just say that stuff. That means he’s really good.”

Choosing to ignore him, you go back to poking at your noodles.

“He’s from Australia. Born here, moved there when he was young, then moved back to pursue music. Kinda ballsy if you ask me. But he speaks English, so at least communication won’t be as much of an issue as other guys.”

A small crack in your composure. The idea of this guy growing up somewhere other than Korea is…pretty intriguing.

Despite moving here three years ago for school, it’s still kind of hard to communicate when your Korean could be more polished than it is. You’d basically kept to yourself for the first year until you met Changbin. He’d easily integrated you into his group of other music majors, even though you stuck out like a sore thumb as both a foreigner and a stem major. But if it weren’t for him, you think that you might’ve hauled ass back home a long time ago due to the isolation. So to be introduced to someone who can speak english, under the prospect of possibly dating them, sparks a bit more interest.

Changbin notices the slight twitch of your brow and smirks, one side of his mouth pulling downwards. Bastard.

“Hmm, what else? Oh! Dude’s got a killer set of dimples. You’re into that, aren’t you? You used to go on and on about that younger guy in your physics class during senior year. What was his name—Jeongsuk? Jeong—Jinyoung? Jeongin! It was Jeongin.” Changbin snaps his fingers like he’s impressed with his own memory, pointing at you as you fix him with a blank stare. “He has dimplessss.” He sing-songs for emphasis.

And, really, this should not be the breaking point. You’re better than this. You’re not so shallow that you would throw away your pride for a man you’ve never met—let alone never seen before—all because he has dimples.

But, once again, you’re a pushover. A big one. So yeah, fuck it.

“What’s his name?”

Changbin blinks like he wasn’t expecting you to fall for it. “Seriously? That’s what got you?”

“You have five seconds to tell me his name before I change my mind.”

He scoffs, mouth agape. “I went as far as disregarding my own talents to play up this guy and his music making abilities—”

“Five.”

“—tried to give you a little bit of a backstory, too—”

“Four.”

“—and the dimples are the final nail in the coffin?”

“Three.”

“Chan! His name is Chan. God. Just—stop counting. It freaks me out.”

Chan. You throw the name around in your brain for a bit, pointedly ignoring the way Changbin is whining about how you sound like his mother when you do the whole number thing. It’s kind of…cute. Not enough to conjure up an idea of what he might look like, but putting a name to a faceless stranger with dimples in your head is gonna have to do for now.

“You swear this guy is normal?”

Changbin rolls his eyes. “Define normal.”

“Okay, let me rephrase myself,” you push your plate forward, laying your forearms on the table as an indicator that you’re serious, “Is he an asshole?”

“No.”

“Hm. Okay. So that’s a maybe.”

“What the fuck? I just said no.”

“Yeah? You also set me up with Jooyoung, remember? The guy who literally started flirting with the waitress right in front of me five minutes into our date? And then proceeded to yell at her when his fries weren’t salted?”

“How was I supposed to know…” Changbin mumbles, looking off to the side guiltily.

“Nevermind. Just—if this goes bad, I’m blaming you. And then I’m never going on a blind date with one of your friends again. Matter of fact, I’m never going on a date again, period. Deal?”

Changbin grins, the apples of his cheeks shiny under the restaurant lighting. He holds his hand out for you to shake, and you take it hesitantly, grimacing when he uses his strength to jostle your arm like a ragdoll.

“Deal.”

🎥🍿

Any hope you had for the date going smoothly starts to dwindle once Chan texts you the day of.

You’d gotten his number from Changbin, who had so kindly already given Chan your number before he’d even broached the subject with you. The resulting lecture about privacy and consent may or may not have extended the rest of your time at the restaurant, a sheepish Changbin rubbing at the back of his neck while you berated him for his lack of common sense.

When your phone buzzes on your bathroom counter, Chan’s name flashing across the screen, you mistakenly think that he might be messaging because he’s early. Which, given the fact that you were standing in nothing but a towel, hair still wet from your shower and face covered in moisturizer you hadn’t rubbed into your skin yet, would be less than ideal.

Chan [12:32p.m.]

Hey! I’m really sorry to have to do this, but can we push the date back an hour?

Something came up at the studio

I tried to get out of it but I have a deadline to meet, client probably won’t be too happy of their track isn’t done on time

Great. Already off to a rough start.

In his defense though, you appreciate the fact that he’s messaged a whopping two hours in advance. Most people probably wouldn’t be bothered to allow that much of a grace period.

You [2:33p.m.]

no worries!!!

you didn’t buy the tickets yet, did you?

Chan [2:34p.m.]

Nope! So we should be fine

I’ll purchase them for 6 and then be there to scoop you up around 5:30 if that’s cool?

You [2:36p.m.]

sounds perfect

hope stuff goes well at the studio!!

Chan [2:40p.m.]

You’re sweet

Thank you, I’ll see you soon :)

You’re sweet. You stare at the words on the screen, your brain buffering for a moment. A big fat loading circle floating above your head.

Suddenly it’s way too hot in the bathroom. You blame the fact that you shower with the water cranked all the way up to boiling, because really there’s no other explanation for the warmth spreading throughout your cheeks.

To be fair, it’s been almost a year now since you’ve had any sort of positive interaction with another male. On one hand, your last relationship ended in a ‘It’s not you, it’s me’ ordeal that most definitely gave the impression that it was you. On the other hand, most of the dates you’ve been on have ruined themselves within the first five minutes, never really giving you the chance to feel any sort of connection. Cocky attitudes, overly pushy encounters, and even someone who walked into the cafe you were seated at, took one look at you, and walked right back out. That one still hurts.

It’s a little sad that Chan is the only guy out of the mix whose elicited any sort of reaction out of you. Especially since you haven’t even met him yet.

The extra hour that you have to compensate for flies by a lot quicker than you expect, and before you know it Chan is messaging that he’s five minutes away.

You take one last glance in the mirror: a pair of light wash jeans that sit right above your hips, black halter top bodysuit, and a thin cream colored cardigan to tie it all together. Simple and cute. A movie date doesn’t really call for all the dramatics, and you’d hate to overdress for a first impression.

You’re in the middle of reapplying your chapstick when the doorbell rings.

Take it easy, you say to yourself, inhaling deeply as you reach for the door handle. You let the air out with one final huff, swinging the door open only to be met by a bouquet of daisies directly in front of your face.

You blink in surprise. Well that’s a first. Before you get a chance to speak, the bouquet is being lowered, and the moment Chan’s face comes into view causes a small gasp to fall from your lips.

He’s…cute. Beautiful, even. A bright smile, dimples that tuck themselves into his laugh lines as his eyes disappear into crescents much like the moon, and lips that make your head spin when his tongue darts out to wet them nervously. His hair falls messily across his forehead in a faded hue of purple with hints of brown, definitely unconventional and an obvious result of one too many washes, but he makes it work. He makes it work well.

He clears his throat, brings a fist up to his mouth to emphasize it, and then grins. “Hi there.”

It takes a second for your brain to catch up. Even his voice is attractive. He’s using english, which leads you to assume that Changbin has already told him that you’re not from here. His accent is there, not too noticeable but also strong enough to be picked up on.

“Hey.” You smile, rubbing a hand up and down your arm.

“These are for you. I, uh, as an apology for being late. Is it too much?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! No, these are—they’re beautiful. I love them. Thank you…Chan.” His name rolls off your tongue hesitantly, but it all disappears as soon as he flashes that smile again.

“Good, I’m glad,” his voice catches the breathy end of the laugh he lets out, “This is weird, isn’t it? I’m sorry, I don’t really do well with this kind of stuff. But you look really nice, and I’m excited. My car is parked just out front if you’re ready to go.”

Honest. Awkward. A laugh that makes you want to hear it over and over again. You were sold the minute his eyes met yours. Chan offers his elbow for you to take like you’re in some cheesy romance movie from your childhood.

Yeah. This one is definitely gonna go well.

🎥🍿

Chan might not show it, but he’s just as nervous as you are.

You wouldn’t be able to tell at first glance that he spent an entire forty-five minutes deciding on an outfit, only to settle with some jeans and a white shirt, a jacket thrown on top for some color.

When Changbin first proposed the idea of going on a date with you, he was adamant that he wasn’t looking for anything right now. But as soon as you opened the door, eyes wide and looking like the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen, he’s glad he said yes.

“So what movie are we seeing?” you ask, frowning when Chan laughs. “What? What’s funny?”

“It’s a surprise.” He smiles, rushing forward to hold the door of the car open for you. When he puts his hand against the top part to block your head, you have to suppress the smattering of butterfly wings that start to clamor against your ribcage.

Chan is sweet. He double checks that you’re buckled in before driving off, he asks if there’s any specific music you want to listen to before foregoing it all entirely to ask about you instead, he listens with an attentiveness that has you feeling seen and heard, and he smiles with such genuinity and warmth that you feel cold once it disappears. You stare at him in awe, like he’s a figment of your imagination.

Chan’s been staring back, too. He spares glances in your direction when you’re not looking, feels the steady thump of his heart gradually increase whenever you lean a little too far to the left when he makes you laugh, and he thinks your voice is prettier than anything that’s ever played on the radio.

You learn more about him as he drives. He moved back from Australia when he was seventeen, he’s got two younger siblings and an adorable puppy named Berry back home (and pictures on his dashboard to prove it), he prefers Australia’s summers over Seoul’s winters but he finds more inspiration here in the city than anywhere else. You resonate with the fact that he doesn’t really have anyone here besides a small circle of friends. No family, no one to fall back on when things get tough.

Chan talks like he’s an old friend, like he’s re-telling a story you’ve heard a thousand times. He makes it easy to fall into step with him as if you’ve been here all along.

By the time the two of you get to the movie theater, the initial awkwardness that had hung in the air is gone, replaced by comfort and ease. Chan throws the car in park and all but books it out of his seat to open your door for you, and you giggle when he makes a dramatic bow as you exit.

The theater is kind of busy for a Thursday night. There are families with their kids lined up to get tickets and groups of teenagers at the concessions, all of which make for a crowded lobby. Chan glances down when you place a hand on his arm, mostly because you want to stay close, but also because it’s hard to ignore the feeling of being magnetized towards him. He smiles, bending at the elbow to allow your arm to slip into his.

There are cardboard cutouts along the sides of the lobby, all of which serve to promote the newest animated release about a family of ducks. You squint at the showtimes once the two of you make it to the front of the counter, letting your eyes scan the movie titles until you finally land on—

“Two tickets for Migration, under Bang Chan.”

The girl behind the counter looks up, her eyes bored. She can’t be any older than sixteen, most likely resentful about the fact that she’s stuck here on a school night. “The kids movie?” She asks, unimpressed.

Chan braves a glance in your direction and—ah, there goes that grin again. Cue the butterflies. You’d agree to a three hour long showing of static and white noise if it meant he’d never stop doing that.

“Yup, that’s the one.”

Tickets in hand, a smiling Chan right next to you, and a massive line for popcorn that honestly might have the two of you late for the previews. “We’re seeing a kids movie?” You ask, moving up a spot in the line.

“Mmhm. I spent so long looking at all the options. The romcoms seemed boring, Bin mentioned that the newest superhero movie was bad, and I figured a scary one was too cliché,” he eyes you sidelong, “Unless you’re into that.”

You huff out a laugh, not really expecting him to be so straightforward, “I definitely am not.”

“Hm, so the old yawn to put my arm around you trick won’t work?” His eyes are playful, but something about the idea of being in even more contact with him has your stomach doing flips.

“Nope. Sorry. Seen that one before.” You say, making him laugh, his earring dangling when he drops his chin towards his chest.

“I guess I’ll have to figure out something else then.”

Another thing you learn about Chan is that he enjoys interesting food combinations.

“You like peanut m&ms?” he asks, throwing a bag of them onto the counter when you nod your head. After he pays, he pockets his wallet and turns to you with a bucket of popcorn tucked under his arm and a large drink with two straws in his hand. “Could you grab the candy?”

First door, theater one. There are a bunch of parents and their kids entering ahead of you, all of them buzzing with excitement. It’s a little funny, the fact that two grown adults—no kid in tow—are walking into the showing of a kids movie.

Chan leads you to the very back row. “For the kids, just in case they can’t see over us.” He quickly clarifies after noticing the way your eyebrows shoot up in silent question, but even in the dim lighting you can still see the tips of his ears turning pink.

“Taking me to a kids movie and then propositioning me in the presence of five year olds? You’ve got some nerve.” You say, timing it perfectly as Chan is leaning forward to take a sip of the drink that’s placed in the cupholder between the two of you. He sputters around the straw in surprise, coughing into his fist.

“That’s not—” You laugh, cutting him off as he stares at you with red eyes from his coughing fit. The mood shifts after that, and Chan visibly relaxes into his seat as he starts throwing jokes out a lot easier than before.

“Learned this from my dad,” he says, opening the bag of m&ms, “It’s my favorite thing to do at the movies. Haven’t been in a while because—well, I don’t really have anyone to go with.”

You watch as he dumps the candy into the popcorn bucket, shaking it to mix everything together. He reaches in to grab a piece of popcorn and an m&m at the same time, popping it into his mouth.

“Oh my god,” he sighs, slumping into his seat, “Forgot how good that is.”

When you don’t respond, he looks over. “You okay?”

Are you? You’re not sure. Every bone in your body is screaming bloody murder because Chan is making it really hard to not want to lean over and kiss the concerned frown off of his stupidly pretty face.

The thing about it is that you don’t do blind dates. And you most especially don’t enjoy them. But Chan is different. Chan holds doors open for you and makes corny jokes. Chan laughs at everything like it’s his last day on earth and he’s making up for lost time. Chan listens when you talk and responds with genuine interest. Chan compliments the little girl in the theater lobby who’s wearing a princess dress to watch the new superhero movie. Chan shares something as special as his dad’s favorite movie snack with you. Chan is just…Chan. And you like him. A lot.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, I’m just—thank you. For sharing that with me.” You say, the corners of your mouth lifting.

“Stop doing that.” He mumbles, eyes trained ahead.

“Doing what?”

“Smiling. It makes my head spin.”

Your heart slams against your chest. You’ve spent the entire date trying to make sense of the way Chan makes you feel, trying to put it all into words. Yet here he is, right in front of you, saying his thoughts as they come and absolutely ruining your resolve in the process. Like it’s easy for him.

There’s no time to answer when the lights go down, the screen up front widening to signal the start of the movie.

Just like any other kids movie, it’s easy to get caught up in all the surface level jokes while also understanding the themes. You and Chan laugh outwardly at some parts, hold your breath at the suspenseful ones. It’s almost like you’re a kid again, enjoying yourself fully for the first time in a really, really long while.

Chan was right, the popcorn and m&m combination is good. You reach back into the bucket for more, freezing when Chan does the same and his knuckles brush yours in the slightest of touches, sending a jolt of electricity up your arm. It happens a few more times, each one leaving his hand lingering for far longer than the last, until eventually he makes a show of digging really hard for an m&m and hooks his pinky with yours in between the popcorn. It’s cheesy and cliché but god does it make your stomach do somersaults.

About three-quarters of the way through the movie, when it’s clear that neither one of you are willing to take it the next step further, you lean into his ear.

“You okay? You look kind of tired.”

Chan turns, confused. He’s certain that he wasn’t dozing off. He did have a late night last night. He was up working on the track that still somehow managed to hold him back today, hoping to have everything polished so that he didn’t run into any obstacles before your date. But that didn’t really work out in the end.

“Huh? No, I’m fine. Honest.”

“You sure?” you ask, a slight lift to your voice, “I don’t know, you looked like you were about to yawn.”

The light from the movie hits the left side of his face, illuminating all of his features in a way that makes your breath hitch. He’s pretty. So, so pretty.

Chan blinks, slow, and then his confusion slowly turns to one of understanding. Cue the grin.

“You know, now that I’m thinking about it…I am kind of tired.” He makes a show of fake yawning, stretches his arms above his head (and not blocking any children since you’re in the back row, thankfully), before bringing his right arm down and around your shoulders.

You spend the rest of the movie like that, tucked into Chan’s side while his fingers move gently against your shoulder. He’s unbelievably warm, and eventually you find your head resting in the spot just between his shoulder and his neck, his cheek pushed up against the side of your head. The position makes it easier to reach up and pat his eyes dry at the end, a single tear slipping out as he sniffled and mumbles a ‘M’not crying’ that has you giggling and doting all over him.

He doesn’t move his arm for the entire walk back to the car, and you momentarily mourn the loss when he opens the door for you (again!) so you can climb in. When he finally gets in on the other side, he says nothing, just reaches over to intertwine his fingers with yours and places your joined hands on the center console like it’s something you’ve done a thousand times.

“Ready to go home?” He asks, looking over at you.

You glance down at your hands, then back up at him. “Is it weird if I say no?”

“Not at all,” Chan grins, throwing the car into drive, “I was hoping you would say that.”

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“For you.”

Chan plops down on the bench, a hand outstretched with a steaming hot chocolate ready for you to take.

“Thanks,” you smile, cradling the cup between your hands.

After some deliberation, you and Chan had decided to come to the Han River. It’s quiet, the bridge lights reflecting off the water as the sounds of the city fade into the background. The temperature is slightly on the colder side, the tail end of winter just barely there. When he notices the slight shiver of your shoulders after a particularly strong gust of wind, Chan shucks his jacket off in a heartbeat to drape over you.

“Oh, you don’t—”

“You’re cold,” he scolds, pulling at the collar of the jacket to tighten it around you. His hand lingers near the base of your neck, fingers itching to reach out and touch. He doesn’t though, just smiles and settles back into the bench. “Plus I think Changbin might actually kill me if something were to happen to you.”

“Oh please,” you roll your eyes, “Ignore him. I’m not a baby.”

Chan takes a sip of his own hot chocolate, licks his lips to catch the excess. Not that you’re staring. “I’m serious. I mean, I get it. He told me that you’re here alone and stuff.”

You hum in understanding, turning your head to stare out at the water. “So are you.”

It’s Chan’s turn to look at you now, his elbows resting against his knees, and you watch out of the corner of your eye as his face turns unreadable.

The silence stretches thin, nothing but the sound of cars passing and a dog barking nearby. It’s kind of comforting in a way. Being on your own in a new place has been one of the hardest transitions you’ve ever had to deal with. There were times where it felt like a mistake, where you wished that you’d never even gotten on the plane. But then there were times where you felt lucky to be experiencing the things you are; to be able to try new things and pursue a life for yourself that you never thought possible.

“How’d you do it?” you ask quietly, turning to meet Chan’s gaze. “I mean, you were young. Seventeen is basically still a kid. Being alone in a place like this is scary as an adult, I can’t even imagine what that was like.”

Chan smiles, but it’s sad. His eyes twinkle with something like resentment, the lights from the bridge making it look like he’s glowing. A flame that’ll never burn out. “Would you believe me if I said I’m still figuring it out?” The end of it comes out as a laugh, but you can tell he means it.

“I don’t know, being a big shot music producer with deadlines and clients seems pretty figured out to me.”

Chan nods and stares at the cup in his hands. “My parents hated it. Still do, I think.” You don’t say anything. Chan is grateful for that; grateful for the space you’re giving him to explain. “They wanted more for me I guess. But I’m not sure that more would’ve necessarily been what I wanted, you know? I’m content with where I am now. I’m doing something I love, even if it took a while to get here. They don’t see it.” He chews his lip nervously, fingers playing with the soggy material of the paper cup’s rim.

Chan doesn’t know why he’s saying any of this. He’s not the type to completely bare himself out to anyone, to scoop away at his insides until there’s nothing left besides the hollowness he feels whenever he thinks about how he traded his life back home for a life of music. But you’re different somehow. Chan knew since the moment he saw you, felt it in the way your eyes lit up whenever he spoke and in the ease of how well the two of you got along. He was doomed from the start.

“I see it.” you say, your eyes still fixed on the water. “I might’ve only just met you today, but I see it. And I get it, too. Maybe not to the same extent, but the feeling of wanting to do something for yourself even if it meant losing something else. There’s purpose in that, in you. It’s okay to be selfish if it means you’re prioritizing your happiness.” You let the words settle for a bit, hoping that you don’t sound too shallow. When you turn to look at him, he’s already looking back.

“You don’t know me enough to say that.”

“I don’t have to know you to believe in you, Chan.”

A beat of silence, and then he’s laughing, short and punctuated as he lets his head fall forward with a small shake.

“You’re…”

“What? Corny?” you supply, smiling over at him.

“No,” he says, meeting your gaze. “Perfect.”

You huff out an incredulous laugh, looking away to hide the blush that’s spreading across your cheeks. “You can’t just—god, now who’s corny? Huh?”

“I never said I wasn’t corny.” Chan argues, sitting up to face you fully.

“Yeah but you can’t just say stuff like that.”

“Why not? I think you like it.”

Your mouth opens and closes quickly, lost for words. Chan’s closer now, a lot closer than he was before. One arm thrown across the back of the bench, loosely framing you in, he bends it at the elbow to bring a hand up and tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I never said that.” you mumble, your gaze flicking down to his lips and then back up again.

“You want me to stop then?” he asks, voice just above a whisper. You know what he’s implying the minute his fingers trace the shell of your ear, moving down slowly until they start playing with the collar of his jacket.

“Is it bad if I say no?”

Chan’s hand is warm to the touch, ice to fire. You lean into it. A moth to a flame, one that’ll never go out.

“Not at all,” he repeats, just like earlier, “I was hoping you would say that.”

A dog barking in the distance. Cars beeping as they pass by. A plane flying overhead. A group of friends laughing as they ride past on their bikes. The minute Chan’s lips connect with yours, everything fades, the sounds warbling together like static. Unintelligible; nothing besides the feeling of Chan kissing you matters.

It’s slow, nothing more than a press, but you feel it in every fiber of your being. Kissing Chan feels like the poles of the earth are colliding, meeting in the middle and sending its molten core spreading throughout your entire body. Warm, warm, warm. Chan is warm. He’s soft and gentle and his lashes tickle your cheeks when his eyes flutter closed halfway through because he was too busy etching your features into his memory.

You’re the first to pull away, admiring the way Chan’s eyes slowly peel open, lips swollen and pink. Unable to resist, you lean in and peck them once more, giggling when he blinks at you in shock.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been as compelled to kiss someone as I was just now.” You smile.

“Me too,” he sighs, resting his forehead against yours. “I don’t normally kiss on the first date.”

“Yeah, well, I don’t normally do dates anyways. At least not ones that don’t immediately go up in flames.”

“What about now?” Chan asks, raising an eyebrow. “Have I changed your mind?”

“Hmm, I don’t know. I kind of told Changbin that if this was a disaster I was never gonna go on a date again.”

Chan laughs and pulls you into his side, tucked right under his arm like the shape of him was molded in a way to make sure that you fit perfectly in his embrace.

“Is it bad if I say I like that idea?” He asks, glancing down at where your head is resting against his chest.

“Nope,” you say before leaning up to kiss him once more. He smiles into it when he feels your fingers playing with the curls at the nape of his neck, humming softly against your lips.

“Worst date ever, then?” he mumbles against your mouth.

“Yeah,” you sigh, pulling back to stare into his eyes, big and brown and brighter than the stars, “Worst date ever.”

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Belphie’s Soliloquy

a/n: i was checking the links to the masterlist through my phone and i realized that chunks from this piece somehow just didn’t show up in the original post, so i decided to post this again in hopes that it works out this time.

Warnings: none

Pairings: Belphie x fem!reader

Word Count: 838

Prompt: Prompt #01. “you are weak with love for her” from @drink-it-write-it​ ‘s pinterest based prompts.

     And to he who lay glancing towards the moon the world said, you are weak with love for her.

     And what if I am? What if in truth I am small and lie in earnest yearning for her?

     “What wrong is there in counting seconds on my hand as though time were grains of sand until I can see her again?”

     Those grains are precious to you.

     “Not when they’re placed before her, not in this life where reincarnations and brilliant new wakings no longer mean much of anything, when every day’s sun and moon and stars are all the same until she spares them a glance; not in this life where those same pieces of the world - which have often left me abandoned - glow even brighter through her eyes. What more than love could ever hope to exist in places like these? Places of injustice and filth and beautiful sorrows, of brief welcomes? Places like this where nothing makes sense but her and I, where loneliness in the company of the stars is something to be expected, but life no longer feels like an intermission to death when my hand’s in hers? How must I continue without our conversations - of loves found and lost - when just centuries before I shared soft whispers with a universe no longer intrigued with the sweetest of exchanges? And I wept, the world knows I wept, when in her presence I no longer smelled of rot, of Lucifer, of this world, and though we’ve only touched through eyes, I cannot help the flush within me when we meet for through her eyes I know that I am seen. One can be touched but seldom seen, I would know, and for the way that she so sweetly beheld me when she found me I think of her every day.

     Maybe this comes from the morning star from which I came to, and if these are pieces of the world from when it loved me I don’t ever wish to know, but in me there is an ache to be hers, to let there be pieces of me from her, to find my place of belonging in the curve of her neck where I can count the bumps on her skin like they’re constellations until my beloved one grants me rest.

     And yes I am lost, if I should meet her somewhere within a glance I am already lost, but by the dearest world I do not wish to be found, not when she smiles at me like she’ll know me in the next life and cherish me then as she does now. I will know her there as if we were of the same cloth, and it won’t matter if our meetings are confined to just nights or just days when in her arms I am loved by both.”

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Lenora, one of the many companions that came from Crypta's spell book. (TW for mentions of body horror under the cut!)

Lenora's will use special salves, wraps, and spores when nursing a patient. In mere seconds, various flowers will sprout from open wounds.

The flowers and plants used are not from earth, and are capable of becoming sentient once the seeds are settled into the wounds. The flowers in your skin may start talking to you once rooted. While this may seem off-putting, they mean no harm.

Depending on how egregious the injury may be, the remedies will heal them almost instantly. However, the more fatal the injury, the stronger the symptoms will be.

Symptoms include; Hallucinating, uncomfortable tingling, fatigue, numbness, and dizziness.

Spores are the most effective, but are the most uncomfortable to use for the patient. If symptoms worsen, it's recommended that the patient is kept in place until they improve.