Weak Hero Class 2 Headcanons — Kisses With The Boys Of Whc²

FUCK I NEED THIS TATTOOED ON MY FUCKING BRAIN RIGHT NOW ‼️😩😩

“ KISS ME ” — hyung line

synopsis : what it’s like to make out with hyung line?

hyung line x gn!reader, genre : fluff & suggestive, warning : suggestive for some of them, wc : 1,444

after a long week of hard work, a movie night with your boyfriend jiwoong was all you deserved. and not the least of all : the first one he had chosen was none other than the famous titanic movie. the popcorn dish on his lap, one of your arms was hanging on his, the other picking a handful of popcorns before stuffing them in your mouth under the amused look of jiwoong. without paying more attention to his reactions, the film arrived at this famous scene, where rose asks jack to draw a portrait of her. being attentive to the least of their words, you do not notice the eyes of your boyfriend fixed and tenderly placed on your concentrated face. after a few seconds, you finally turn your face towards his, telling him in the most serious way : « draw me like one of your french girl. » — thanks to the weak light, you could not see the tip of his ears reddened, but in less time than it takes to say it, jiwoong's arms pushed you back, lovingly pressing his lips against yours. it was feverish and warm, his hands roaming your body in the most exquisite way, while your stomach was caught in a whirlwind of crazy butterflies. his fingers touching your boiling skin almost made you dizzy, not to mention his sweet way of kissing you. it was a mixture of feverishness and loving delicacy, it was addictive.

which is more cool than having a private music teacher, is to have the most talented boy in town as a teacher. and by that, i mean the one and only zhang hao. the irony was, you could play the violin almost perfectly, but your mother thinks you still need practice — so she did everything to make you the best and most complete teacher to the prodigy. but hao noticed very quickly that you didn't need help, but he feigns innocence so that he can continue to come to you at any time. and today was one of those days, you were studying together for your next recital, but your mind was occupied elsewhere, which prevented you from concentrating. « you're okay? » he said suddenly, as you let go of the firm grip you had on your ropes. « i don't know, i feel like my fingers are weak. » — hao suddenly moved into the room, slipping behind you to gently place his fingers above yours, guiding your movements. you could feel his breath tickling your neck from the close proximity, and when he whispered in your ear, you felt like fireworks in your heart. « let yourself be guided. » his voice was like a siren song : bewitching and delicious. activating your fingers on your instrument, you finished the latter without a hitch, almost perfectly. but that didn't make him pull away from you, instead hao leaned in to place a warm kiss against your shoulder, moving dangerously up to your neck and then your jaw. then his delicate fingers slipped over your chin, turning your face to place his lips against yours, kissing you with a rhythmic cadence worthy of the greatest opera authors. kissing hao was like writing your own ballet, with all the passion and dedication of creating a masterpiece. his deft fingers got rid of your violin, grabbing your hips to tape you to him, leaving no space between your two bodies eager for contact.

one thing to know about hanbin is that he is an excellent dance teacher. one thing to know about you is that you are a poor student. easily distracted, and somewhat lazy at times, you'd much rather watch his fluid movements than follow the rhythm. which you were actually doing. sitting against the dance hall mirror, staring at hanbin's bustling figure, you wondered how a human being could be this hot when covered in sweat. you were so deep in thought that you didn't even notice that the music was over, and that hanbin was now facing you with a smile on his face. « did you remember? » he asked you almost out of breath, which made you come back to your senses. grabbing the water bottle next to you as well as the towel, coming to sponge his forehead, you slid on your knees to approach him under his attentive glance. « of course, i remember your every move. » your voice was warmer than expected, which caused hanbin to smirk. without waiting a second more, your lips were against his, exchanging a passionate kiss that followed a frenzied rhythm. kissing hanbin was like a tango sequence, it was hot, passionate, burning like a summer sun. his arms slipped over your hips to bring your body closer to his, his body heat mingling with yours, while your hands went up to his cheeks, keeping his boiling face close to yours. kissing hanbin was like a hot summer — passionate, energetic and the one you never want to get to the end of.

having been best friends with matthew all your life, led you to see him get hit by puberty like a truck. and lately, something in your feelings towards him seemed to have changed — you became jealous of other people who come close to him, on the verge of possessiveness. and matthew had noticed this, but never told you. so today, as he was finishing his shift in the cafe where he worked, and you were waiting patiently for him to come back home together, you noticed this girl who was too insistent on him. she put her hands on him in an almost inappropriate way, while he didn't seem to pay attention — far too concerned with having perfectly satisfied a customer again. as she finally exited the cafeteria, he hastened to lock the door and close the blinds behind her, as you approached the counter to help him with the chores. but suddenly his hands were on either side of your body, trapping you between the counter and his muscular torso. pivoting towards him, your dark look made him laugh slightly, « why are you so mad? » shrugging your shoulders, not determined to give him an answer, you didn't expect matthew to lift you up and put you on the counter, sliding between your legs. his fingers tickled the delicate skin of your bare thighs, while his gaze juggled between your lips and eyes, your hands resting on his shoulders. « if you don't kiss me right now, i swear i'll scream. » — a scoff left his lips a second before they end up touching yours. and there he kissed you exactly as you expected : in a hurried but envious and passionate way, making your whole body quiver. it was delicate but feverish, like a black coffee decorated with a hint of hot milk — it was perfect.

if you had to say something about taerae, it would probably be that he was the hottest smart nerd that you knew. studying with him was probably the most complicated thing to do, especially when his knee kept brushing your leg under the library table. it was probably no secret that you had the biggest crush on your classmate, especially since he had kissed you during a game of truth or dare — this scene remained engraved in your memory and kept on replaying in a loop. maybe you should try asking him to do it again? nervously biting the end of your pencil as his hand kept brushing yours for over an hour, you finally swiveled towards him, to see that he was already looking at you. « penny for a thought? » taking your courage in both hands, you looked him straight in the eyes, more determined than ever, « kiss me like the other night. » — a scoff left his lips, when he thought you were kidding, but when he realized that he didn't, he stuck his tongue against the corner of his mouth, before grabbing your hand, guiding you down an empty aisle of the library. your back was caught between the many books and his body, while he did not hesitate a second more to furiously press his lips against yours. as taerae kissed you divinely well, his fingers slipping innocently under the shirt of your uniform, he moved away for a few seconds to get rid of his glasses, and oh boy — you swore you had never seen anything this hot in your life, which made you feverish. it was like something unexpected but extremely attractive, that made you incredibly hot.

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i'm just manifesting. not sure what yet but i am manifesting.

WAIT WHICH EVENT?? why did i not know this??!

zb1, enhypen, &team all 3 of my ults performing at the same event i can’t do this anymore 😭

also the loud ass cheers when niki read zerobaseone omg the 5th gen it boys ‼️😍

The devil works hard but fanfic writers work harder

Ps. Y’all are amazing and the most creative writers ❤︎. keep up the amazing work ✩

David Alpay as Jade Herrera in From — 1.01 "Long Day's Journey into Night"

Man In Love - Zhang Hao

pairing : zhang hao x fem! reader (established relationship)

genre : fluff, comfort

wc : 1215

cw : mentions of cigarettes and smoking

note : this chapter includes spoilers for boys planet finale

You made no attempts to calm your bouncing legs as you sat on your sofa, anxiously waiting for your boyfriend. You did however have to physically stop yourself from sending him another text to ask for his eta. The live streaming for the final episode ended four hours ago and you haven't stopped pacing around since Hao texted you that they were all allowed to go home or wherever they wanted for the night before they had to go back to film tomorrow.

You hadn’t met him properly in so long, especially since you missed the opportunity to be with him when the show took a break right before the third elimination and allowed the contestants to go back home. You had never hated your boss more than you did at that very moment for sending you on a business trip right before Hao came home.

You pulled at your fingers once again,ignoring the pop sounds that it made as you looked down at your phone. God, you felt like you were going to cry again. Watching the love of your life achieving his dreams was more than enough for broken sobs to come out of you but seeing him in person? That would wreck you in the best ways possible. You had offered for him to bring his best friend, Hanbin with him as well but you still don’t know if he would or not.

You jumped the second the doorbell rang and rushed to open it, while you weren’t an idol you knew how important it was to ensure that no one knew that Hao came here today. His relationship with you has been a secret for the past year and you intended to keep it that way. He probably shared the same sentiments because as soon as you opened the door he rushed in and closed it behind you.

He scooped you in his arms and nestled his nose into the crook of your neck, your name falling out of his lips like the first sip of water after being parched in the desert. Passingly, you wondered if your breathing was being cut off with how tightly he was holding on to you but to be fair, you were holding on to him just as tightly - to the point that the two of you were neatly one person.

“Hao, my love,” you struggled to breathe as you felt the clog in your throat building up, you couldn't cry again but god was it hard not to, “Please let me see you.”

He pulled away from the hug but refused to let you out of his arms, not that you ever wanted to anyway. He had removed his makeup so the redness of his eyes and nose were so much more obvious than they were on the live. Your fingers automatically moved to his face as you traced the skin under his eyes before leaning up to press her lips to his, taking in the scent of his favourite perfume and the taste of his chapstick. His lips were so cold, probably from the air conditioner but you didn’t care. It was a perfect contrast to your persistently warm lips.

Hao did not waste a single second and pulled you impossibly closer to reciprocate the kiss that he had been waiting for these past three months. He missed you so much that it was hard to describe in words, with every elimination he wondered if he would get eliminated and see you. With every day that passed in those studios he felt the lack of your presence so deeply that it made him want to take his heart out of his skin and rip it apart. Your lips were chapped - probably due to your horrid habit of chewing on the skin of your lips out of anxiety and the way you constantly forget to use a lip balm, remembering to do so once a week but god he had missed this. He had missed being able to feel you so close to him, to be able to take in the scent of your vanilla scented hair conditioner and your signature perfume. Warmth bloomed in his chest as you attempted to press yourself closer to him, the taste of the clove flavoured cigarette that you had probably smoked right before he came lingered on your lips.

You pulled away before pressing another gentle peck to the corner of his lips, “I missed you baobei.”

The foreign term of endearment fell easily from your lips, the memory of the two of you deciding to use terms of endearment in each other’s native languages fresh in your mind regardless of how much time had passed.

“I missed you,” your name tumbled out of his lips like a prayer as he proceeded to lean down and press soft kisses under your eyes and on your forehead.

“I’m so fucking proud of you Hao.” You took his hands in yours as you dragged him to your sofa, ignoring the bags that he had dropped in front of your door as soon as he had walked in, “You made history today my love and you are so amazing. You truly deserved it.”

“It doesn’t feel real at all,” Hao took off his jacket and placed it next to him to allow you to nestle into his arms without the fabric obstructing anything, “I feel so happy but so scared and guilty.”

You made yourself comfortable on his lap and wrapped your arms around him, “My love, you got the rank because you deserved it. People saw you, they fell in love with you and they voted for you. And Hanbin probably told you something similar right?”

“Mmmm,” Hao placed a soft kiss on your forehead, “He told me that he was happy to be next to me again and that he was proud of me.”

“I’m so proud of you baobei, you’ve gone through so much and worked so hard and you did it,” You pulled away from him to grab his face and look at him, “But I swear to god if your solo doesn’t have the violin in it, I will cry.”

Zhang Hao looked at his girlfriend, the red under your eyes, and the lips which had curved down to form a pout and he laughed. These past three months, and even before that, were hard. Forming connections with so many people only for them to be eliminated, seeing the racist comments directed towards him and his fellow g-group members and knowing that Mnet was fucking the global contestants over was hard. Hanbin was his best friend in the show, and he did go through the same experience but at the same time he didn't. The only members who would truly understand his experience were the g-group members. But right now, at this moment, with his beautiful girlfriend in his lap his brain stopped. He no longer wanted to ponder over the entire experience nor be overcome with anxiety about the future.

All he wanted to think about was his girlfriend, the one who has been a constant support throughout this entire time and kissing her senseless to take away that pout on her lips.

“I’ll do my best to add the violin, my love.”

I hope fanfiction writers know that I think of them like celebrities

I literally scream a little bit whenever one of them interacts with a comment i made on one of their posts like they are literally famous in my mind

thank you fanfiction writers you are literally sometimes the only thing keeping me alive 

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i’ve gotten a couple asks regarding my stance on the riize boycott and i’m here to say i’m in full support of it, and will be partaking. i’m unfollowing them on all platforms, i will not be streaming their music or watching their content, i will not be buying any albums, merch, etc., and i left their weverse. and like i said before, i won’t be writing for riize for the time being.

riize is seven and will always be seven. i love the boys so much and i believe they deserve to live their dreams in peace together, and be under a company that puts them first. one that protects and respects them. the reason i’m boycotting is because they mean so much to me. it sucks to see them suffer under sm and i’m not just going to be on the sidelines and be complacent. they deserve better treatment.

i know a lot of people use the argument that they’ve suffered enough or that they need our support, and that’s just laziness in my opinion. our support is the boycott. you say you’re sad and upset for them and that they deserve respect and the mistreatment should end…where is the action to back that up? how are you going to say that, then continue to stream their music and interact with their socials? that will show sm that no matter what they do, people will still consume their content — and to them, any engagement is better than none. they’ll take anything even if it’s under the wrong circumstances.

grow a backbone, please. think a little harder about why this is happening in the first place. we have a chance to make real change for riize and for the k-pop industry in general. be loud or don’t say anything at all.