#hanse imagines

[kpop-kitkat]

Don’t Leave Me | Do Hanse

pairing | boyfriend!do hanse x suicidal!f reader

genre/cw | suicide attempt, self harm, self hate, crying, blood, hurt comfort, mention of sex, mild language

wc | 1.2k

notes | if you are feeling suicidal, please talk to someone. taking your own life isn’t the answer, I promise you. this story is in no way glorying self hate and self harm, it’s basically only for hurt comfort, which I love writing. please find help, love you!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Hated. Unloved. Ugly. Unworthy. Useless. Repulsing. Unwanted. These were all accurate descriptions of how Y/n felt. Of course, none of them were true, but some people in her life, especially her ex boyfriend, tricked her into believing the lies. 

For two years, after Y/n and Doheung’s breakup, Y/n was in a dark place. And the bigger problem was, she didn’t want to get out of it. But then, in her senior year of high school, she met Hanse. He was a light in her life, and helped her realize the truth. And recently, he had convinced her to move in with him. They loved each other and wouldn't have it any other way. Although, Hanse was an idol, which made their relationship difficult at times, but it was worth it to them.

Y/n sat on her and Hanse's shared bed and wrote down her thoughts, as faint music played from her iPhone and rain drops raced down the window. 

Soon enough, VICTON's Stupid O'Clock began to play. And it was a song Hanse wrote for Y/n after their 'first time'. She made him horny like crazy and he had to write about it. Of course ALICE and the members didn't know it was for her. They didn't even know she existed.

Y/n smiled as Hanse's part began to play.

Even if it's not my style

I can accommodate your Fantasy

So I make you crazy

This is my daily

Baby right, you come to me

I could burn myself everyday, Maybe

It will get hotter

When I splash

Till the break of dawn

You're gonna be obsessed

Every night, I'll be you, you'll be me

Then after burning in the dark again

You make me get up

And wake everyone up at the blissful dawn

At the speed determined by instinct 

Fill your night with me

Even after hearing the song one thousand times, it still made her feel things.

The next song that played was a piano piece without lyrics. She didn't even know the title of it, but it did have a sad, depressing sound. It caused all of these thoughts and memories to return. She subconsciously began looking for something sharp, but stopped herself.

 "What the hell am I doing," she asked herself, looking down at her shaking hands.

Her anxiety began to consume her as she paced back and forth.

 "Please come home Hanse, I need you," she whisper cried to herself. 

 She then fell to her knees and covered her face with her hands, trying to suppress her screams. This wasn't her first anxiety attack. In fact, the last one was a few months ago, and it ended up in her harming herself. From that day on, Hanse watched her like she was an infant. But today he had a meeting. It was important, and he couldn't stay home if he wanted to. 

The room felt as if it was darkening to Y/n. And as much as she tried to stop herself, there was always the "What if death is the quickest way out?". She began searching for a sharp thing and remembered that she had put a letter opener in the kitchen drawer. She rushed down the stairs and ignored the sound of a car pulling into the driveway.

Hanse was home.

She dove into the drawer with her hands and her eyes lit up when she found the wooden handle letter opener. She took a deep breath before slicing her wrist, causing a dangerously large amount of blood flow out of it and onto the white tiled kitchen floor. She stared at it with a bittersweet smile before getting dizzy and daunting from blood loss.

 Hanse stepped in through the door and was unaware of the situation, as she has fallen behind the kitchen counter, which was out of view from where he stood.

"Baby I'm home!" he announced, excited to see his girlfriend. He waited to be embraced and kissed by her, but she never came. He assumed she was busy with something at the moment.

He walked up the stairs and searched the whole second floor. Not in the bathroom, closet, studio, or bedroom. He then got slightly panicked because her phone was in the bedroom, and she was never far from her phone. Not on purpose. 

"Y/n!" he ran down the stairs and into the kitchen when he gasped at the sight before him. "Y/n!"

He ran and knelt down beside her critical state. He shuttered at all of the dark red blood splattered on the floor. He immediately put pressure on her wrist and called emergency services. He then held her close to him and rocked her back and forth as he waited for the ambulance.

 "Don't go... Don't go," he cried, tears freely flowing as he kissed her lips. "If you leave, I won't know what to do with my life," he said with a broken voice.

Sirens sounded in the distance.

~~~~~

 Hanse paced back and forth in front of the emergency room. He was alerted when there was a door opening and closing in the room she was in.

 "Is Y/n okay?" Hanse asked the nurse who was helping the emergency surgeon, hoping for a positive answer.

 The nurse smiled at him. "Your girlfriend is a lucky one. She barely survived the massive amount of blood loss, but she will live. You may see her if you'd like," he answered.

 "Thank you," he sighed, a huge smile of relief on his face.

 "You should be thanking Dr. Min. If it wasn't for her, your girlfriend may have not survived."

 Hanse bowed before walking into the room. Everyone left except for a female nurse who was removing an IV from Y/n's arm. She was still sleeping due to the anesthetic she had been given before the surgery.

 "I'll leave you two alone," the nurse bowed before exiting the room.

 Hanse went to the side of her bed and held her hand tightly, as if she would disappear if he let go. He leaned up and planted a kiss on her cheek and stroked her hair with his other hand.

"Why would you ever want to leave me?"

~~~~~

It had been three days since Y/n had the surgery, she still hadn't awakened. But still, Hanse waited.

Y/n opened her eyes and stretched like she had been asleep for years, but it was only three days. She looked over to see Hanse had fallen asleep while holding her hand.

"Hanse," she cooed, shaking his hand a little.

He opened his eyes and smiled at the sight of her being concious.

"You're awake," he smiled, resting his head on her lap. "Why did you do it?"

"I just wanted the pain to go away Hannie, I'm sorry," she teared up.

"No don't be sorry," he pouted, standing up from his seat to climb into the bed next to her and hug her. "I never should have left you."

"You had to Baby. It's not your fault. And I promise I won't do it again."

 "Okay. I'm holding you to that promise," he replied, smiling into her neck. "I love you. Don't ever leave me, okay?"

"Okay Love."

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[brainddeadd]

This Beautiful Boy

fluff

You sat on the table by the window, a book open in front of you, a tea half drunk, the jar holding flowers pushes carefully to the far corner of the table, so that you didn’t knock it over. The cafe was quiet, nearly empty and the sun was shining outside, a contrast to your mood so early on a Monday morning.

“Excuse me,” a voice broke you out of your thoughts and you looked up, “Could I sit? All the other tables are full.”

This beautiful boy standing in front of you, with his unruly mop of brown hair flopping in his face, an easy smile and eyes that seemed to twinkle, grimaced at his own lie and went to turn to walk away when you responded to his question.

“Sure.” Your voice was soft and kind, your smile catching him off guard and you moved the book slightly, so that you could pull your tea closer and leave him some more space on the table. He carefully moved the jar of flowers further into the middle of the table before settling into the seat across from you, placing his coffee, black, onto the table gently.

“Black coffee? Please tell me there’s sugar in there and I didn’t just let a heathen sit with me.” You were teasing him, and your voice was so soft that he almost didn’t hear you .

“Sorry. Heathen here.” He shrugged and pointed to himself, causing you to playfully cringe and the conversation flowed from there.

The way he thought of things differently to how you and your friends did and the way he threw his head back when he laughed and how he didn’t seem to care what the people around them thought just made you swoon, and you stayed there, talking for hours and hours about everything and nothing, some things important and other things completely and utterly pointless.

The day passed by in a blur of conversations and sweat tea and black coffee, and eventually the manager of the cafe had to inform the couple that it was time to leave and wished them a good evening. So, they gathered their items and set off down the street, still chatting about something, something that caused you to laugh more than you thought acceptable and in a way that had him in awe of you for what felt like the millionth time that day.

#do hanse x reader #hanse x reader #victon x reader #victon hanse x reader #do hanse imagines #victon imagines #° braindead writes

[sdtv159]

Hanse - victon

[ 🎧💭 ] : . ♥︎ moodboard Hanse 🍾

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[blu-joons]

When He Back Hugs You ~ Victon Reaction

Seungwoo:

His eyes watched you carefully as Seungwoo followed you around the room, hiding behind the corner of the bedroom to catch you.

As you passed Seungwoo he jumped out, making you jump back as his arms wrapped around your waist. “Surprise,” he laughed as your breath hitched in your throat.

“You idiot,” you scolded, trying your best to wrestle out of Seungwoo’s grip, but he was far too strong for you as he kept a hold of you.

“I’m sorry, it was too good of a chance,” he told you.

“Why do you always scare me like that?”

Seungwoo struggled to hold back his laughter as you continued to gasp in surprise. “It’s just so easy for me to scare you, I can’t help myself sometimes.”

“I hate you,” you muttered under your breath, only making the laughter that came from Seungwoo behind you even louder as he got the perfect reaction.

After a few moments an apologetic kiss was placed to the side of your head, “don’t stay mad at me, I didn’t mean to make you jump so bad.”

“You definitely did, I know exactly what you’re like.”

Seungsik:

A squeal came from you as you found yourself being pulled back as you went to walk into the bathroom, feeling yourself hit Seungsik.

He hugged you tightly from behind as you caught your breath from his sudden appearance. “Happy birthday,” he whispered after a few moments, kissing your cheek.

“Thank you,” you laughed as Seungsik trailed several kisses along the top of your shoulder too, “you were still asleep in bed just then.”

“I wanted to get up with the birthday girl,” he joked.

“You’re not leaving my side, are you?”

Seungsik’s head shook proudly in response to you, “I want to spend all day with you so that I can make as many memories as possible on your birthday.”

“I’m interested to hear what you’ve got planned for today,” you chimed, looking back to Seungsik as you tried to get a couple of spoilers out of him for your day.

He knew you better though as he remained tight lipped. “You’ll just have to wait and see, but I promise that you’ll love it.”

“Good, that’s the only thing that matters to me.”

Sejun:

You turned around as you heard the bedroom door opening, knowing that there was only one person it could be as Sejun walked into the room.

He was drawn to you straight away as he noticed you wiping underneath your eyes. “Y/N, are you alright?” He quizzed, walking over and coming up behind you with a hug.

“I’m alright,” you responded, looking away from Sejun as you tried to hide the fact that you had got teary eyed from Sejun as he studied you.

“Do you want to be honest with me now?” Sejun asked.

“It’s nothing, no need to worry.”

His brows furrowed as he carried on watching you, “there must be something going on if you’ve got upset, I can tell that you’ve been crying Y/N.”

“Don’t worry,” you tried to tell Sejun again, but his head shook as he squeezed tightly around your frame, determined to get to the bottom of what was upsetting you.

A soft sigh came from him as he tried once again, “don’t shut me out Y/N, just talk to me, whatever it is I can help you out, right?”

“It’s not that big of a deal, I guess it’s just work.”

Hanse:

The sound of someone yawning in your ear made you jump as Hanse suddenly appeared behind you, resting in tightly against the crook of your neck.

He knew that you were watching him as you reached back and took a hold of his hand. “I’m so tired,” he grumbled, searching for a little comfort from you to make him feel better.

“Why don’t we head to bed if you’re tired?” You suggested with little left that you needed to do for the day, “then you can get some rest?”

“But will I be able to cuddle you like this in bed?” Hanse enquired.

“I’m sure that we can figure it out.”

A slow nod of the head followed from Hanse as he continued to back hug you as you led him towards the stairs. “Have I ever told you how comfy you are?”

“Now I know you’re definitely tired, you’re being nice to me,” you couldn’t help but tease, even managing to bring a sleepy laugh out of Hanse behind you.

Hanse’s head shook as you reached the bottom step, “I can be nice to you, sometimes, and not only when I want something too.”

“Once or twice you might’ve been nice to me.”

Subin: 

You tried to walk past Subin as you noticed him in the room, but he was too quick, snaking his arms around your waist and capturing you against his chest.

You kept staring forwards, not responding to him at all. “I hate when we fight, do you think we can talk and figure this out?” Subin asked you, pressing a kiss against your cheek.

“I guess,” you frowned, still giving very little to Subin as you spoke in a barely audible whisper, “we can’t carry this on forever, can we?”

“I’m sorry for all that I said to you earlier,” Subin quickly told you.

“I’m sorry too, it was uncalled for.”

Slowly you began to relax in Subin’s hold as you broke down the walls that you had up around you. “I probably deserved what you said to me a little bit.”

“It was still mean,” you noted, resting your head back slightly against his shoulder, “I should’ve been the bigger person and just ignored what you said to me.”

Subin smiled as he listened to you scold yourself, “I think we can both agree that we should put this behind us, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, I definitely agree with that idea.”

Byungchan:

A chuckle came from you as Byungchan came up behind you and hugged you as soon as he found you in the room, resting his chin against your shoulder with a smile.

As you looked back to him, Byungchan couldn’t help but laugh too. “I’m so happy to be home, I missed your hugs so much whilst I was on the road,” he whispered to you.

“I missed your hugs more,” you insisted as you rested your hands against Byungchan’s that were against your stomach.

“I just want to stay here all day now,” Byungchan admitted.

“We’ve got things to do though.”

A groan came from him as he pulled you tighter into your chest, “are you sure that all of those boring things can’t wait for another day?”

“As much as I’d like to stay cuddled up with you all day too, we’ve got jobs to do,” you reminded him, “maybe we can stay like this once we’ve got everything done.”

Byungchan reluctantly nodded as you looked back at him again, “were you always this mean to me before I went on the road?”

“Stop being so dramatic now that you’re home.”

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Masterlist

#victon #victon imagine #victon reaction #victon scenario #victon reactions #victon scenarios #seungwoo imagine #seungsik imagine #sejun imagine #hanse imagine #subin imagine #byungchan imagine #seungwoo #seungsik #sejun #hanse #subin #byungchan #victon drabble #victon one shot #victon fluff #kpop #kpop imagine

[synthetickitsune]

Hanse (Victon) | Cat café fluff | 0.5k

You keep trying and failing to hide the grin on your lips as you watch the man sitting opposite of you petting the cat in his lap with the most lovestruck expression you’ve ever seen. His hands are gentle, his touch careful as not to disturb the creature’s slumber. He looks up suddenly to find you looking at him with stars in your eyes, or maybe that’s just the reflection of the cafe’s lights.

“What?” he asks, bashfully lowering his gaze back to the cat sleeping on his thighs. He thinks he’s never going to get used to you looking at him like that.

“Nothing, I just remembered how you used to be when you were afraid of cats,” you chuckle, thinking of all the times he nearly jumped out of his skin when a little kitten came just a bit too close for comfort and how it always seemed he’s petting a giant shark when the guys made him touch a cat.

“What are you talking about, I always loved cats and everything cat-like,” he grumbles, keeping his focus on the soft animal.

“Ah, well, but remember how Sikkie’s always saying I remind him of a kitten? That would explain why I had to confess first, I mean it would if you were afraid of cats, but what’s your excuse now?” you tease him, finally making him look at you again, even if he’s pouting and giving you a very sulky look. You laugh and reach out to him, laying your hand down on the table. He takes it, rolling his eyes. 

“Not funny,” he comments, but his lips twitch upwards too. You squeeze his hand before trying to let go of him, he doesn’t let you though. Instead, he intertwines your fingers, straightening to wink at you and take a sip of his coffee. You tilt your head in confusion at the sudden change.

“Something’s wrong?” he asks innocently. 

“It’s just that you were really into cuddling with the cat so I’m surprised,” you shrug, intrigued where this is going. 

“Well, you see, my love,” he starts and smirks, “I heard that cats can be very territorial and I wouldn’t want my precious cat-like darling to get all jealous.” You gasp at the audacity, again fighting to free your hand from his grasp, but he’s stronger.

“Look who’s sulking now,” he laughs, a little too loud you guess because the cat in his lap wakes up and jumps down, strutting away dramatically. It’s your turn now to laugh at his shocked face that soon turns into a pout again.

“Yeah, I see,” you snicker but you’re also quick to rub your thumb over his knuckles, “Don’t worry. I’m a very good proof that cats love you, another kitty will come play with you soon.”

He smiles, shaking his head. But you were right and soon another ball of fur comes to take a look at the strange, tattoo-covered man and ask for his love. This time though, even as the cat jumps up and rests on his lap, he holds your hand.

#victon #hanse #x reader #victon reactions #victon scenarios #victon imagines #drabble #fluff

[etherealyoonghwa]

Victon Recommendations

Subin

𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑠 @annyeongffs

Jung Subin @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness

7 Minutes in Heaven @saltys-writings

so, pull me closer @afterglowsw

ot7

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[felixstarry-freckles]

Saturday 6:05 pm | Study Session pt. 1

Jung Subin x Bestfriend!reader

It was a warm spring day, the sun hit you with its days pushing a yawn out of you. You and your best friend spent time in the library studying for you midterm exams. Which meant you were already exhausted.

“Y/n~” he whined

“Yes?” You asked as you flipped the page of your textbook. “I don’t want to study, my brain hurts,”

“Unfortunately you’re paying for an education, so if you fail this midterm then it’ll become harder to pass the class. Then that can lead to failing the class,”

Subin sighed, he just did not have the brain capacity to study at that moment. All he wanted to do was play Mario Kart with his best friend(and long-time crush) but all you wanted to do was study.

Subin can’t blame you though, both of you were studying medicine; in hopes that you can become a surgeon and Subin just wanted to be a pediatric. The fact that both of you were studying medicine made it even more important for the two of you to pass your exams.

After thirty minutes of you studying and Subin day-dreaming you decided maybe it was for the best to stop. If Subin was just not in the mindset to study you can’t do much about it. “Hey Subin, let’s go back to my place and play some video games,” Subin who had woken from his day dream smiled. 

“Really?” you nodded then spoke, “Only if you promise to study with me throughout this week since our exam is Friday,”

“Yeah of course, I just don’t feel like I can concentrate today,” Subin said, packing his things. You gave him a hesitant look but decided to trust him. You started to pack your things while thinking to yourself how you really hope both of you can get through midterms to enjoy spring break fully.

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[forselm]

victon masterlist

+18: n suggestive: s fluff: f

mtl lists:

⇢ who would be into dumbification [n]

⇢ who would be into breeding [n]

soft/hard hour asks:

᠂ ⚘ 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐰𝐨𝐨 ⚘᠂

nothing yet!

᠂ ⚘ 𝐬𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐤 ⚘᠂

⇢ cockwarming [n]

⇢ cuddling [f]

᠂ ⚘ 𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ⚘᠂

⇢ morning sex [n]

᠂ ⚘ 𝐬𝐞𝐣𝐮𝐧 ⚘᠂

nothing yet!

᠂ ⚘ 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞 ⚘᠂

nothing yet!

᠂ ⚘ 𝐛𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧 ⚘᠂

nothing yet!

᠂ ⚘ 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐢𝐧 ⚘᠂

nothing yet!

#masterlist☆ #victon masterlist #victon mtl #seungwoo smut #seungsik smut #heochan smut #sejun smut #hanse smut #byungchan smut #subin smut #victon scenarios #victon imagines

[ujuro]

I genuinely thought every kpop stan knew that a majority of idols make little to no money during their entire career like not even beyond common knowledge I thought it was just a given that everyone knows that since it’s been talked about SO many times but apparently not only do a lot of stans not know that they get mad if anyone, idol or not, points it out

#both in Korean and internationally #like people who got mad at Hanse when he talked about music shows #cause he’s an idol and his life can’t be as hard as theirs when it’s like a fuckin victon member isn’t the bourgeoisie 😭 #or people who made daisy delete her tweet about how no one gets paid #words of mine #fromis 9 not getting paid is some bs though they’d make money if they were more active #I wonder what the minimal level of success to get paid would be…I’m assuming dreamcatcher gets paid since they renewed their contracts #but some groups people would consider more successful in some ways probably don’t #and I can’t imagine anyone lower does #like there’s no way say a weeekly member has ever seen a cent #for an example of a group that has sales most would consider pretty good #also we know from loona that companies just it so that they can’t get paid no matter how successful anyway #idk why people who aren’t ’celebrities shouldn’t talk about their problems’ types would get mad at those who point this out though #but they do…I guess it’s an image thing

[ad0rechuu]

۪ ★ ۫ MILKY WAY ୨୧

based on milky way by seohyun

SYNOPSIS. ━━━━━ It’s not everyday that your friends childhood friend turns out to be the girl that you literally have a fan account for, but for Seonghwa, San and Mingi it’s become a reality. being able to get close to your bias is great! even if she does have a raging crush on someone else…

6mar23 | st. 09/03/23 / fn. 31/08/23

pairing. ━━━━━ college students! fans! park seonghwa, choi san, song mingi x fem! idol! reader (x idol! oc)

featuring. ━━━━━ ateez, kang seulgi (red velvet), fatou samba (black swan), park sujin aka swan (purple kiss), shin yuna (itzy), do hanse (former victon) oc, fem oc

genre. ━━━━━ smau, written, humor/crack, fluff, angst, suggestive, love square, idol/college au, strangers to friends to lovers, really slow burn, pinning, secret identity

warnings. ━━━━━ i’m not a native english speaker so my english might be a little off sometimes ! ! ! timestamps/sm numbers mean nothing, sexism/slutshaming, swearing, mentions of food/sex/serious topic, kys/kms and other questionable jokes, use of pictures for yn but only for reference (only of dark skin poc used), cyber bullying, ssngs, mental illness/anxiety, mentions of alcohol/drugs. small age gaps, more thorough warnings in the actual chapters, let me know if missed smth

notes. ━━━━━ the taglist is closed, spam likes are fine but consider reblogging with comments of ur thoughts (not only on my work but on other authors work too!) credits to the rightful owners of all the graphics n music

PROFILES. ━━━━━ SANRIO TRASH (STAR) ᜊ THE VIRGINITY CORNER (ATEEZ + YNS BBGS) ᜊ EXTRAS

PART 1. PRE TIME SKIP :

★ CH 000. prologue: HONGJOONG HAS FRIENDS?!

★ CH 001. CLONE FANTASY

★ CH 002. THE JASPER TO MY SHERLOCK

★ CH 003. SUS, VERY SUS

★ CH 004. DON’T LEAVE ME TALL FUCK

★ CH 005. EDIBLE SCENTED CANDLE

★ CH 006. MY LITTLE MEOW MEOW

★ CH 007. ONE OF THE GIRLIES

★ CH 008. SHES SO PRECIOUS!!

★ CH 009. IS YN OKAY?

★ CH 010. NO FANBOYING

★ CH 011. INTRODUCTIONS: PART I

★ CH 012. INTRODUCTIONS: PART II

★ CH 013. SUPER COOL AND HOT (RESPECTFULLY)

★ CH 014. AESPA WAS RIGHT

★ CH 015. GODDAMNIT PARK SEONGHWA

★ CH 016. WHAT THE H*CK

★ CH 017. I’M SO HASTAG SRS

★ CH 018. OPERATION: YNGYU

★ CH 019. HE’S UP TO NO GOOD

★ CH 020. PRAISE KINK ERA

★ CH 021. BAES JUST LIKE ME FR

★ CH 022. NVM Y’ALL HE RESPONDED

★ CH 023. TWO HEART EMOJIS

★ CH 024. RPS LEGEND

★ CH 025. KANG POMPOMPURIN

★ CH 026. BEGINNING OF A CHEESY ROMCOM

★ CH 027. WTFDYM

★ CH 028. IMAGINE NOT TALKING

★ CH 029. BLACK LIST SPEED RUN

★ CH 030. AS LONG AS SHE’S HAPPY

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART i )

PART 2. POST TIME SKIP :

★ CH 031. BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE

★ CH 032. AS HOT AS I EXPECTED

★ CH 033. MY BABIES (AND KIM HONGJOONG)

★ CH 034. EVEN THE YANDERES

★ CH 035. DONGSAENG ZONED

★ CH 036. A STRANGE FEELING

★ CH 037. OLD FRIENDS

★ CH 038. I DON’T THINK I’M OKAY

★ CH 039. MINGI UR A PATHOLOGICAL LIAR

★ CH 040. LOVELY

★ CH 041. STEP BY STEP

★ CH 042. DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT

★ CH 043. OOPS

★ CH 044. WHATDIDIDOTOMYSELF

★ CH 045. LOVE LETTERS TO LEE HYORI

★ CH 046. LOSER DOESN’T EVEN DESCRIBE IT

★ CH 047. IF ONLY SHE KNEW

★ CH 048. LE’ ASTRE

( EXTRA. STAR’S 5TH MINI ALBUM :: LE’ ASTRE )

★ CH 049. FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT’S UNHOLY

★ CH 050. I’M ALRIGHT, I PROMISE

★ CH 051. BUTTERFLIES

★ CH 052. #STAR IS KILLING ME

★ CH 053. OK? OK! OK

★ CH 054. PURSUE HAPPINESS

★ CH 055. WHY DID YOU NEVER TELL ME

★ CH 056. THE TRUTH

★ CH 057. SERA WATANABE

★ CH 058. XD

★ CH 059. MILKY WAY

★ CH 060. LOVE

( EXTRA. ASK THEM ANYTHING EVENT:: PART ii )

ENDING O1.

★ 00i. PERUVIAN LILIES

★ 0ii. THE PRETTIEST

ENDING O2.

★ 00i. WHAT MAKES HIM, HIM

★ 0ii. LOM(OMMY)L



ENDING O3.

★ 00i. FINAL PUZZLE PIECE

★ 0ii. MINE.

★ AFTER WORD.

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Why was Hansel the meal of the witch?

This is a question I was aked recently, and I thought it would make a good subject for a post. "Why did the witch only try to fatten up and eat Hansel? Why didn't she imprison and fattened up Gretel too? Why did she choose to make Gretel her slave instead of Hansel?"

Which is actually a fascinating question. Now, I do not promise that there is some grand truth or secret meaning behind this. It is just a little detail and some technical workings of fairytales. But it is a point that many authors and rewriters have taken an interest upon, and that if a true well of reinterpretations.

So let's go... Why was Hansel the meal, and Gretel the slave?

If we go by the "canon" of the text (of course "canonical" fairytales do not exist, this is just an expression) - if we go by the Brothers Grimm's text, we... well we do not know. It is not specified anywhere why the witch decides to lock up and fatten up Hansel out of the siblings, and to not do the same thing for Gretel. There is no reason explicitely spelled out or given. Maybe she simply prefers the meat of boys over the one of girls? This absence of justification, and the apparent "randomness" of the choice opens a door for authors who would like to change things: for example in "A Tale Dark and Grimm" (the book, not the Netflix series), it is both Hansel and Gretel that are fattened up by the witch, and she only picks Hansel as the first one to be roasted. The Looney Tunes Hansel and Gretel also were both in the cooking pot of the witch Hazel...

The text only leaves implications for the reader. For example, the need for the witch to have a slave/assistant to help her with the chores is implied by the facts that she is 1) elderly 2) has a very bad sight and 3) walks with crutches (a very important point). So it is understandable she would require a slave to help her - but then why pick Gretel, and not Hansel? Again, the text does not answer. Many people like to portray Hansel as the oldest child of the duo, and Gretel as a younger sister - this is because Hansel seems to be the strongest, bravest and most intelligent one, as well as with how his name always comes first in the text, Gretel being after him. Maybe the witch chose to eat him first because he was precisely older, and thus there was a more developed body to eat? Even if the siblings are of the same age, we can always imagine the very old and present male/female dichotomy that claims that men's body are naturaly stronger, larger and meatier than women's, who have graceful, slender, lighter bodies. Maybe such a concept is at work, putting forward a mindset where a cannibal witch will always go for boys first as a main course, and girls next as an appetizer...

One possible reading of the story is that the witch only had enough place to lock up ONE child and thus had to make a choice. Maybe there wasn't enough room for two kids in her prison for future meals? This interpretation is supported by the ORIGINAL text of the Grimm's fairytale. In the first edition of the brothers Grimm's fairytales (provided by Jack Zipes), there is an explicit mention of the place Hansel is locked in: it isn't some sort of stable or cage as it would later be described, oh no! It is a chicken coop so small Hansel can BARELY MOVE. It is a really tiny prison, in which he barely fits. Of course, on a practical side, it can help with the whole fattening process since having a child eat rich meals without ever moving is certain to make him plump in no time (just look at these horrible industrial farms and how they lock up animals in tiny cages) ; but this detail actually explained why the witch only placed her efforts on one child, and not two: she obviously had only enough to place to lock up one kid, and had to deal with the other in a different way.

But even if we admit all those implications - that the elderly, handicaped witch needed a help, that she had only enough room to lock up one child, that maybe Hansel as an older boy makes a better meal than Gretel - there are still some strange and bizarre logical holes. For example, the witch beats up and starves and exhausts Gretel. This is the complete opposite of what she does to Hansel, who is pampered and fattened up - does this imply the witch maybe does NOT want to eat Gretel? Or does she really have only enough resources to fatten up one child, and can only afford making Gretel more edible once she is done with Hansel?

Again, mysteries upon mysteries. Fairytales are not created to work on practical details or actual psychological processes - they are stories relying on powerful visuals and ancient motifs and a dream-logic-structure. When we are told that the witch locks up Hansel to fatten him up and eat him, and that Gretel is becoming an abused slave, we just accept it, because it works on a set of powerful visuals, such as the malnurished slave sister cooking and feeding her imprisoned and soon-to-be-killed brother. The idea of the sister being reduced to a tool in the process of killing her own brother is a very powerful one, never explicitly stated, but still present and sometimes used by adaptations. There was this German Hansel and Gretel movie released in 2005 that explicitly played on this: the children were never told by the witch her intentions when she locked up Hansel, and for the first week or so of Gretel being a slave and Hansel fattened up, they were left in the dark concerning the real intentions of their mysterious jailers. This was a stark contrast with many Americanized adaptations that have the witch gloating and explaining her cannibalistic desires to her victims, and which opened the door for some interesting plot points - in this movie's case, Gretel being quite jealous and envious of Hansel's new life of feasting and being kindly treated by the witch when she got all the insults and chores. Of course, when they discover the truth, their mutual feelings reverse as Hansel realizes his seemingly "easier" fate is actually the worst of the two.

Still, the text is left ambiguous and open-ended enough for us to imagine TONS of things. There could be a rewrite of the tale where the witch exclusively eats little boys, and hates little girls. One nterpretation of dark poetry of the tale can be found in Znescope's Gretel mini-series. Despite this mini-series having BIG flaws (the choice of the witch's true identity was... quite bad to be honest), it does have a very interestng and morbid answer to the "Why was Hansel the only one fattened up?" question. It chooses to depict this difference of treatment as a sick and cruel game the witch plays with her preys: Hansel and Gretel are both her prisoners, but she fattens up Hansel while she starves Gretel, to make a contrast between the two, simply out of a perverse amusement. There is one particularly striking image of the two children locked in two cages arranged like a weighing scale, with Hansel's cage going lower as he grows fatter and Gretel's going up as she becomes skeletal... It is a nice visual contrast that has been reused by various artists.

Now, I spoke mainly here of the content of the story and of the text itself. However, as I stated before, we must look beyond the story itself to understand why Hansel was to be the meal, and not Gretel. Or rather we need to look at the fairy tale's structure, on a meta-level.

As I said before, the fairy tale works here on a system of duality. Hansel and Gretel are meant to be a yin and a yang, complementary reflections. The boy and the girl, the brave and the coward, the cunning older brother and the crying little sister. The idea that their fates are "split" into the house of the witch not only furthers the anguish of the characters, who at this point were always together but now find themselves separated, unable to face together the same trials, but also keeps on playing on these visuals and motifs. As I said, there is something that many artists read in the tale, in the opposition between a malnourished Gretel and a feasting Hansel. This is part of the same duality of food and famine present all throughout the tale, such as the woodcutter's famished and poor household, opposed to the witch's house made of sweets and with chests full of pearls. The siblings represent two forms of abuse and evilness enacted by the witch, but in complementary forms: with Gretel the witch becomes a domestic abuser and an enslaver, with Hansel she becomes a jailer and an ogress.

One can also read in this an extension of the typical sexist duality between men and women in these old centuries: the fates the witch forces upon the two children can be caricatures of what each gender is supposed to "do" in such a society. Gretel, like women, is expected to do household chores and to cook for her "man" - here it is caricatured into her becoming a slave, and only helping fattening up her brother like some cattle. In return, Hansel, like a man, is supposed to be well-treated and well-fed, but here the caring wife/mother figure is a monstrous hag who only makes him feast so she could eat him later. In fact, it is quite interesting to see how both siblings are dehumanized and reduced to the status of animals - from Hansel being fattened up in the stables like some pig or chicken, to Gretel being fed leftovers like a dog.

All of that being said, there is another much needed argument that must be made: the answer fo thte question can be easily found in the story's structure. This is the most obvious solving of the problem when you consider it all: the story of Hansel and Gretel relies on the idea that the two children must save each other in turn. There is a balance in the tale, which bears the name of the two protagonists as heroes, but one before the other. During the first part of the tale, it is Hansel who takes the lead and the decisions. He is the cunning hero who tricks his parents, saves his sister from the woods, returns home thanks to his plan. Gretel is only seen being scared, and crying, and not doing anything except follow her brother around. In the second part of the tale, within the witch's house, it is Gretel who becomes the hero. Her brother is "out of the race", locked up away and unable to do anything, and it is Gretel who this time has to trick the deadly parental figure, come up with a clever ruse, and ultimately save her brother from death. This creates a perfect balance between the two characters: Hansel starts out as the hero protecting his useless sister, and then it is Gretel who vanquishes her uselessness to become the hero saving her own, impotent brother. The siblings need each other to survive, and thus save each other in turn. This is how the story works. And this is why Hansel must be the locked-up, fattened-up victim, so that his sister can save him. Else it would have been the story of "Hansel", and not "Hansel and Gretel".

All of that being said, a last point must be made about a final theory. A theory and reading of the tale that has been very prevalent and prominent in recent adaptations of the story.

The recent "Gretel and Hansel" horror movie did it. Before the (X horror movie) also did it. Neil Gaiman's Hansel and Gretel also used this idea. The comics Fables toyed with it in a side-way. And this idea is simple: the witch did not want to eat Gretel, but rather wanted to make her a witch like herself. Gretel wasn't the witch's slave, but unwilling apprentice.

This idea is born of course from a reconsideration of what a "witch" is, and the gender questions attached with the figure of the witch. In the original story, the witch is not a witch in the modern sense of the term, in fact she is a monster that is very clearly an ogress by another name. There is no question of learning how to be a witch, or making deal with dark powers, or anything like that. But when you read the tale with the modern sense of "witch", as a symbol of dark and hostile feminity, as a woman of power, who works against the domination of men, or the tyranny of patriarchy - when you consider all the gender questions surrounding real-life witches and the witch hunts, you see the witch's actions under a different eye. Her not wanting to eat Gretel at first, and making her do her chores, and forcing her to live with her, might hint at the fact she still considers her more "human" or more valuable than her brother, who is nothing but food, a mere cattle. Several of the modern reinventions of the tale, such as those stated above, decide to add the twist that the witch actually wants to shape or make the little girl into her image: from a slave doing the witch's chores, she becomes the witch apprentice, who is by her side in everything she does. Some of those readngs remove the elements of abuse towards Gretel, while others do not forget them. Neil Gaiman's take on the story is especially fascinating as the witch is explicitely described as oscillating between periods of sweetness and kidndness, promising Gretel all of her secrets and great powers, and periods of pure hatred and violence where she just insults and beats up the girl - all of it highlighting either the witch's madness, or a form of senility due to her old age.

But this theme of "Gretel as a future witch" or "Gretel as the witch's apprentice" ties in with another subtext well-hidden in the original text, but that many like to weave upon: Gretel as the "daughter" of the witch. In many of those rewrites and reinterpretations, the witch doesn't just treat Gretel as an apprentice, but as an heir or a replacement daughter. This is no surprise since it is very clear that in the original tale, the witch is the dark side of the mother figure, and an evil doppelganger of the wicked stepmother/mother of the siblings. As such, it makes sense for her to impose an abusive and unconsented motherhood upon Gretel - doesn't her forcing the girl to do all the chores not reminiscent of how famous fairytales stepmothers treat heroines like Cinderella? Such a perverse motherhood was already explicit and obvious in her treatment of Hansel: like a mother she nourishes and feeds Hansel (in fact she succeeds where the wicked stepmother failed), but this is all to devour him, in a ritual of "un-birth", she becomes a death-givers who doesn't expel a child out of her womb, but has it return to her stomach. [This is a very common and usual motif among ogres of fairytales, who are all caricatures of parenthood].

More generally, to have the witch act in such a way actually makes the fairytale more "feminist" somehow, but in a quite perverse way. Because in such a reading, we have a women-dominated world. The true active and powerful characters of the story are beings such as the wicked stepmother and the witch, who command, control and influence the other characters - especially the male ones. The father is a weak puppet who can't stand up to his wife, Hansel is reduced to a fat pig in a cage. Hansel did try to escape the tyranny of the wicked woman, but all he could do was push back his doom, and his plans ultimately failed. Gretel, as a woman herself, is given a special treatment - and in the "apprentice/daughter" interpretation, is "absorbed" by this world of wicked, dominating women. But she actually breaks from it, and kills the one that would have "turned" her - and it is telling and interesting that the only one who can have a true an full success, a definitive victory in this tale is Gretel. Hansel's plans work and save them, but only for a brief time, and his last plan fails dramaticaly, before he gets locked up and "out of the story". Gretel meanwhile, when she gets the courage and intelligence to act, proves herself much more efficient and definitive than her brother, as she puts a true end to the threat other them by killing the witch (and by extension killing the wicked stepmother/mother). This is something Hansel couldn't do - all he could was trck the wicked woman, and nullify her plans, but he could not remove the threat of the death and the hunger.

Anyway, as you can see, despite being a quite superficial and silly question, this fact (or rather absence of facts) opens up a whole jar of various interpretations, readings and themes, and proves the hidden complexity of these apparently "simple" stories.

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[horanghoe]

home comforts - (VICTON) Seungsik/Hanse/Reader smut

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group/members: VICTON  - Seungsik & Hanse

pairing: Reader (loosely fem perspective) x Seungsik x Hanse

genre: heavy smut, fluff, really rough pwp, wouldn’t be me without comfort themes heh, established background relationship with the entire group, implied 7VICTON f*ck buddies, implied idol life for the boys, implied/mentioned member x member,  dacryphilia for the reader (crying due to pleasure = kink), dirty/praise talk, size kink & teasing and flirting between the two boys!

!! minors dni !! warnings below the line !!

word count: 3546

~ Quick A/N~ I know there aren't many VICTON stans / ALICE's in general but there seems to be even less over here on the writeblr kpop space ahahah!!!! but likes/comments/reblogs are still greatly appreciated and keep me motivated! And hey, u may not know the members, but it's a bit of a fun hehe ~ but truthfully, this was an indulgent drabble for the few VICTON fans that it reaches. I luv u, keep shining angels ~ ~ ON THAT NOTE ~ I wanted to forcefully tag @flowerboykun >:] due to being the reason I (1) discovered the group (2) fell in love w gender icon Hanse and (3) further became an alice <3 ily mimi

~ & a special thanks to my pals & beta readers ~ @gyukult - @slightlymore - @raibebe - @kthpurplesyou - @sanjoongie MY BELOVED <33 - and my fav alice hehe @atiny-piratequeen

Music to listen to while reading ♡ (in no particular order)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby - (Cigarettes After Sex)

BTBT - B.I & Soulja Boy ft. DeVita

Say It - Flume, Tove Lo

Sweet - Brockhampton

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

Blow - Jackson Wang

Heart Burn - SUNMI

Fever - ENHYPEN

my type - brb.

Freaky Deaky - Tyga, Doja Cat

Slow Motion - AMARIA BB

Best Lover - 88rising, BIBI

T/W’s : Heavy three-way smut. Stuff happens between the boys (member x member x reader) but is not intense. Power dynamics are for you the reader to decide. Light restriction. Voyeurism. Dirty/praise talk, size kink. If you squint there’s a praise kink in there (definitely not a self-insert lkasdjmfdks). Dacryphilia. Reader doesn’t orgasm per say, but hits peak arousal from penetration >;) All safe and consented ~ just happy filth <3 Enjoy

(Pls dm me if you would like a trigger warning added ♡ )

Seungsik’s large hands pressed heavily at the curve of your hips, pushing you to lay even further flat onto the counter with your hands underneath you. Your palms spread wide against the counter's cool surface, face contorted into pleasure.

Each outward drag and push inwards against your tight walls caused you to whine, quickly falling apart despite your best intentions. 

“Breathe, babe.” Seungsik laughed sweetly, slowing to rock against you. “You’re so tight.”

You heaved a breath, releasing a breath as your body relaxed its grip on him slowly and with every shallow jut into your guts. Your thighs jumped at a sudden shallow thrust, Seungsik snickering behind you. His hand kneaded at your ass before leaning ever so slightly over your smaller frame to mumble against your cheek.

“Gotta stay quiet if you don’t want Hannie to notice, baby.”

“I know, dammit!! ” You cried out breathlessly. Dropping your torso and forehead to the counter with a choked sob.

Seungsik chuckled behind you, hands back in position as he set a slow, heavy pace fucking directly into you as he pressed your stomach firmly into the counter. With his tall frame, his hips stayed at fuck-height to the counter, and the downward pressure of his arms caused the soft of your belly to press his dick tighter into you; lewd sloppy sounds unmistakable as you felt him in the pit of your stomach, your mind forcing you to imagine his length pushing up against your lungs.

“Seungie, fuck - ah- so deep - fuck, ngh -”

“Shhh, baby, you’re so loud, fuck.” He shushed your high pitched whines through an airy laugh. But the longer his steady pace lasted - pulling out and dragging back in at a far-too-lazy speed - the more broken and drawn out your moans became. 

“Seungie - please - faster -” The pitch of your voice hit an all-new high, making Seungsik grunt softly, pressing your hips to keep them steady as you twitched in greed.

It was up until this point that Hanse had been minding his extremely peaceful and otherwise private, business.

The open space in the centre of the dorm left a lot of people’s doings out in the open; privacy being a precious and rare currency around here. 

The kitchen was reasonably large with a kitchen island in the centre that separated the smooth tiles from the carpeted open room of a lounge. 

In which, Hanse had been resting. With his head and spirit buried deep into lyric forming and rap-making. Tapping out beats from his head with a pencil onto his notebook. Humming to himself as he listened to a multitude of songs, writing then re-writing lines until he was content.

In the brief moment where his mind wandered to the area around him and his music waned between albums - your patterned gasps drifted into Hanse’s cognizance and he had to will every cell in his body not to spin around immediately.

Attempting to calmly assess the situation, he made a choice not to change his position - if you truly were … doing something behind him, then he didn’t want to spook you. And mostly, he was intrigued.

Truthfully, the 8 of you fucked like rabbits. 

And so he wasn’t unused to those beautiful, song-worthy notes, just a little surprised and disturbed to hear you doing shit in the kitchen of all places. And, right behind him…

With slow hands and delicate movements, Hanse moved very slightly to pull his sound-cancelling headphones away and onto his cheek.

But they didn’t stay there for very long. 

Hanse’s eyes drifted to the table in front of him.

The water in his glass was wobbling.

With a scrunched nose - somewhere between humour, disgust and annoyance - Hanse removed his earphones completely, moving to turn the 90-degree spinning chair just to the edge, facing the two of you.

With Seungsik’s head thrown back and his soft grunts muffled by his bottom lip stuck between his teeth, you were the first to notice Hanse’s puzzled expression and stiff defensive posture.

In a sentence: he was riled up. Hard as wood and huffy as hell.

But you knew it wouldn’t last; moaning openly now that you had been found out, biting against your fingers with his name forming on your lips before you could help yourself.

He shifted in his seat, arms crossed over his chest with his head tilted as he watched you. But his expression was gentle. He could never be truly angry with you. Especially when you whimpered so beautifully for him. Your eyebrows pinching with each thrust, voice flowing in high-lilted tight gasps, torso rocking gently and your fingers reaching out ever so slightly towards him.

“You’re so fucking loud, babe - I swear, you truly want us to get caught - maybe you enjoy being used like a fuck-toy, sure seems like it right now…” Seungsik groaned as his eyes shut, gripping one ass cheek in each hand as he switched up his pace, head down with a concentration that wiped Hanse from existence.

Hanse may not be able to stay pissed at you, but he sure as hell had the capability to become insatiably annoyed at the large-horny-puppy-male behind you, ploughing into you like no tomorrow.

“Are. You. Fucking. Kidding me. Kang Seung-sik. You’re insufferable. Seungwoo is going to beat your ass if he catches you.”

Seungsiks heart jumped up and into his throat, hips jutting a yelp out of you before blinking at his younger flatmate with a quickly forming grin and snicker. 

“Hello to you too, Hanse Do.”

If Hanse had hackles, they would be raised.

“In the fucking kitchen - of all places, Sik?”

Seungsik simply snickered, securing the curve of your spine again with one hand before looking back up with his tongue against the corner of his mouth and head thrown back. 

“Like you didn’t do anal on the sofa last week?”

He didn’t miss the wobble of Hanse’s adam’s apple or the twitch in his leg. 

Seungsik reached to delicately comb some hairs from your neck to leave a kiss, before returning as he was before. 

Hanse wanted to kiss - punch - that smirk straight off his elders' face.

“We eat on there! You fuck!” Hanse cried, smothering his face in frustration.

You moaned softly in thanks to the scattered kisses placed on your shoulder blades and curled your arms into yourself. Washed from head to toe in buzzing warmth. Hanse’s eyes met you with a softened brow before Seungsik’s voice pulled him back.

“If you can eat out Chan’s ass on that leather sofa, I am fully within my rights to fuck our pretty angel on the kitchen island. Sorry, I don’t make the rules, babe.”

Hanse gripped the armchair with a disgruntled noise. You couldn’t see his face, but you could feel his aura like a cat ready to pounce. But in true Hanse nature; he laboured a calming breath that lasted four strokes, choosing to glare up at the male with fury behind his eyes, instead of enacting physical violence. Though, it was considered.

“Just - hurry up and finish off before they get back from rehearsals. I’m not explaining to Sejun why your cum is all over a random communal countertop, again, Seun.”

“Again?” Seungsik scoffed, biting his gums as his hips twitched, slowing his pace to resist cumming too quickly. “You literally refused to swallow.”

Hanse sucked at his teeth in a sharp noise of annoyance. Shuffling to kick his feet up onto the table in front of him. Breathing away his irritation and combing through the long neck-length hairs of his black mullet.

“Woo will beat you into next week if he catches you.” Hanse’s sly cat eyes met Seungsik’s, a spark of competition forming as the elder squinted over at him.

“You’d love to see it.”

Hanse chose not to respond.

The silence instead was permeated by your sniffles, forehead against the counter and whimpers accompanying the friction of your bare chest on the countertop. Skin slapping against skin and the smell of sex saturating the air. 

“Seunie -” You whimpered, fucked dumb and breathless. “It hurts so good…”

Seungsik slowed to shush you, sliding his hand over the back of your palm on the counter to interlock his fingers between yours. His large palm hid your hand and his chest stayed at your back for a moment, letting you catch a break to kiss at the nape of your neck and bite at your ear. Your heart fluttered deep in your core as he leaned back, hissing at the newly presumed pace.

“Easy, angel. Not yet. Let Han catch up, hmm? He’s aching to join in, look at him.” 

Hanse’s jaw ticked at your soft sighs, and how attentive he knew Seungsik to be in an intimate setting. He was proving to annoy Hanse through second-hand kindness; pulling up to stare at the younger male, moaning airily through open lips.

And as Hanse considered the shame of what he so desperately wanted to do next; his older band member provoked him further.

“How long have you even been watching, Do? Such a perv.” Hanse’s sharp eyes remained unmoved, his face entirely clear of amusement.

Seungsik released a slight chuckle before a teasing statement that made the younger male moan shyly out loud. You smiled against the cold counter, squeezing enough for Seungsik to swipe very weakly at your backside.

“You love catching us just as much as our precious angel here loves being caught." His smugness showed even between laboured breaths, his grin as evident as the sweat in his hairline from the effort not to plough you into oblivion. 

“Could’ve - said something, Han. Instead of watching like a damn pervert.”

Hanse was surely made of spiritual bricks and mortar. 

Choosing to remain stubborn and resist the elders' teasing, even if his cock throbbed painfully. 

He only wavered at your fucked out expression; Seungsik’s grip on your scalp making you cry out dumbly, letting him pull you up for Hanse to see, and knowing you loved the way it burned.

“Wanna leave a review, Han? Seems like you’re enjoying the show.” At this point, your legs were shaking from an elongated build-up - not even searching for an orgasm, but being driven to tears via the quick snaps of his newly inspired hips into your soaked entrance and throbbing core.

Even despite the new speed, you tried your best to bite at your gums and swollen lips, sighing as the boys bickered above you. They fucked. And you had all openly experimented with your dacryphilia kink as couples. So your sniffles were radio buzzing to the bickering between the boys. 

“Do one, asshat. I’m purely loathing over all the shit I’ll have to disinfect when you’re done fucking Y/N with no rubber in the middle of the kitchen island, is all.”

Seungsik dropped your head as soon as the first tear fell; allowing you to fall over the edge under two sets of eyes. 

Hanse almost creamed his pants as your beauty was painted by sin, just for him to spectate; your tear dropped onto the counter in one solid drip, which proved enough for his brain to fuzz over momentarily and cock to throb even harder in his sweats.

“You sure? Pretty sure you’re just mad you’re not tall enough to rail someone on the counter without a kick-step. It’s giving -” Seungsik groaned softly, before huffing out the last of his teasing sentence, thrown off by your loud whine and shifting hips.

 “- terribly pitiful short guy syndrome ~”

“You’re full of shit!” Hanse laughed immediately, momentarily breaking the tension. But he re-centred with a heavy gaze and finally moved to press his palms against his clothed cock with a groan.

“I’m literally less than an inch shorter than you, asshole - I simply do not care for fucking anyone on our only sanitary eating surfaces.”

Enough was enough. Emitting a loud whine before pulling your neck up, face scrunched in pleasure as you fought to speak between Seungsik’s stupidly beautiful cock forcing the air out of your lungs with each thrust.

“Both - of you - please - shut - the fuck - up - or I’ll - squirt - in the sink - and make - you clean -” Seungsik’s thrusts came quicker and pushed harder against your smaller and securely held frame as you spoke as if to break you on purpose.

“ - fuck - Seun, ahh - Hanse, please - join in - ahh, please, fuck -” Your hands now pushed your body up on shaky supports, causing him to push on the soft area inside of your core that made you tingle from head to toe.

Hanse didn’t take your words to heart - but he did watch as your tears dipped to your collarbone, dripping off your breasts onto the elder boy's veiny hands.

“You’re going to make her cry all through aftercare again.” Hanse commented in a bland tone, poker face immaculately covering the tugging of his jogger strings, making the scene seem like more of a chore than anything.

“Pretty baby loves it though, don't you sweetheart?” Seungsik’s chest pressed against your back as his hands held you; thrusts less in length but he fucked up into you without remorse. You cried out, lips wobbling as you bit to keep them closed, your comfort placed in the scattered feather-light kisses on your shoulder. “Love to be fucked into such a mess hmm? Pretty angel, so beautiful when she cries ~” 

Seungsik’s voice was floating around your head, his hot palms manhandling you into safety with a gentle giant of a man in charge of your pleasure. He barked loud and frequently; but didn’t have the heart to ever bite.

“You’re not the one who has to deal with the aftermath of blowing her back out, dickhead. Better make her cum or I’m stealing all of your shit out of the fridge for the next week straight.” 

Your eyes slipped open at Hanse’s temperate sighs, lost to the throws of pleasure as Seungsik buried his face into the crook of your neck, humming a confirming sound and setting to work.

The sight in front of you was one the God’s wished to write home about.

Hanse was the epitome of a soft, dark male with a heart full of gold. And he was beautiful in every sense. His femininity caught everyone's eyes; even your own, as his painted black nails, pumped his cock with his head thrown back and joggers barely tugged down.

“Feel good, angel?” He grunted softly, tongue poking to play with his piercing, lip bite quickly followed. At first, you simply nodded, before you called out wantonly, his name slipping from your lips. 

“Good, Hannie -” You managed in a pathetic attempt of a response. Hanse smiled at you lovingly, maintaining eye contact until you crumbled forward like a goddess made out of soft chalk; mind through the roof and pleasure consuming you whole. 

“Pretty when you cry, baby.” Hanse mumbled gently, fist unconsciously wrapping tighter as his head tipped back, soft puttering groans finally hitting deep and lengthier in tone.

“Not as pretty as when you beg to cum, Do. Shit’s insane.” He snickered, palm smoothing over your flat spine, before starting that thick sickening pumping inside of your core that made your toes curl. 

Hanse was pissed. Again. Silence speaking louder than words; but not louder than the wet sounds connecting you and Seungsik or his own fist pumping him until his chest flushed with heat, a hand straying to feel his chest over his shirt.

Seungsik shook his soft blonde hair out of his face, chuckling to himself. 

“Which baby will cum first, I wonder?” He wondered out loud. “How long can you go before you explode?” Statements followed by Seungsik chiming innocent laughter. "One's already crying, but the other's not far behind."

But the innocence was fake with a capital F; a competition now struck up between him and Hanse, even if nothing needed to be said.

It didn’t take long for you to pull up from the counter, crying through heaved breaths. Seungsik used you as a viewing model, but you loved it. Hanse’s eyes stuck to your bodies and the way they connected as he winked at your bleary, tear-flooded cheeks. 

Seungsik’s hips grounded up in deep but very slight thrusts as he held you to his chest via one hand squeezing your breast. The other held your hip against the counter not to fall; the burn of the counter merely collateral damage to getting your back blown the fuck out.

With a small outcry and a folding neck, you came hard, sobbing through breaths as Seungsik grunted, using every ounce of his soul to cum only after you had hit hypersensitivity.

Hanse watched on with loud breathy grunts and a gripped fist, already knowing how hard you would fall by the tears on your chest, mind blown wide with erotic, sinful satisfaction that made your muscles buzz like static. 

Once you began to twitch, hips moving involuntarily and sharp whines of shock pressing through your sniffles; Seungsik buried his face into your shoulder to cum hard.

It was overdue and followed in tandem by Hanse who did his best to contain it with the other palm in the throws of passion. It was only a matter of time before you crawled to him for comfort; Hanse being your comforter in the emotional sense. Whereas Seungsik knew all the right ways to make you cry in the first place.

“Mmm - enough, Seunnie… practice… clean…” 

It was funny how quickly your body sagged with fatigue; back literally and figuratively blown and head completely fuzzed over. Seungsik kissed your cheek gently, lowering your feet to the floor as he slipped out; your moan unmissable as his slick slipped down your thigh.

A nearby tug of kitchen roll was not so beautifully dabbed at your core, the fabric swiped at your thighs until his cum was nowhere to be seen, the action full of love. Seungsik cleaned quickly as he tapped at his phone - swearing under his breath, as under the very late evening time read multiple texts from the boys saying they were heading back from the studio and if you three wanted food.

“Yeah, go sit with Hannie baby, I’ll clean up -”

“And for fucks sake please use the bleach,” Hanse grunted from the couch, shaking the haze from his eyes to quickly clean up. 

Thankfully, having somewhat of a clean-freak-maknae (at least, in the standards of 7 men living together, so not really), meant disinfectant wipes were always nearby and a lined bin in every room. Not that they got emptied, but that was beyond the point.

“I don’t care if it smells like the aftermath of a crime scene lab, I will literally never eat in here again if you don’t fucking disinfect everything.” Hanse punctuated his statement by chucking the wipes into the nearby metal bin, enough to make it spin and clatter back into its space, his joggers tugged up and his shirt smoothed down his chest.

Seungsik mocked Hanse childishly before he placed a kiss on your cheek. His hands guided you out of the way of the island until you were ‘stable’ enough to push forward and reach Hanse’s outstretched hands. “Go on baby, you were perfect, as usual.” He whispered, kissing your ear as you left, palms sliding away from your skin.

But Hanse was right there to catch you; cooler, calloused palms and cool metal rings sliding over the skin of your ribs, thumbs briefly padding over your nipples, and a breath catching in his throat; before your body was accepted into his bubble on the large armchair, Hanse using his larger frame to keep you from falling. His breath brushed over your cheek - as much as you wanted to make out right now, you were overridden by tingling fatigue - face buried into the fabric on his shoulder.

“Legs, angel.” He mumbled against your hair dotingly, tapping at the legs you seemed to have left behind, half sitting and standing. “Can’t leave those behind. Come here ~”

You giggled a shy “Oh…”, before allowing Hanse to grip your thighs and place you over his legs rather than his crotch. Your ass dipped between his thighs, forehead bumping his chin and both knees tucked up against his opposite shoulder.

He was just so soft. Comfy. Safe.

Hanse's breathing was always deep and pressed into his belly, and your palm pressed against his belly unknowingly to feel his comforting breath, slipping into sleep unreasonably fast. Your lips puffed open as Hanse nuzzled his cheek against your forehead, humming gently. You responded through your sleep, knees pulling tighter towards you until he released the chair spring, allowing you to practically lay on him in a curled position.

He also quickly fell into a light slumber.

Awoken only when the boys entered from practice, stretching sleepily under questioning eyes at your naked and very-much-passed-out-snoring form, and the intense questioning for the intense bleach smell, ‘with no open windows’, loving the panic in Seungsik’s face as he squeezed you closer, reaching for his headphones to slide them over your head.

Hanse watched the boys as they bickered until your lips pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

Sliding your fingers between his, falling asleep with a hand pressed to each other’s heart.

Well would you look at that: updated 10/August/2022

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BEST FRIEND VICTON A⇴Z HEADCANON ⇴ Do Hanse

A ⇴ ATTENTION

He simply likes to make sure that you’re alright more than anything else, Hanse wouldn’t exactly like to think of himself as paying attention, more that he just cares and wants to make sure that you’re doing fine.

B ⇴ BICKER

Like any pair of best friends, the two of you definitely have your moments when you bicker, usually when you think that you’re both right. You liked to try and prove to Hanse that he was in the wrong, but he thought that you were wrong too and so he’d try and talk over you, getting louder and louder at each other.

C ⇴ COMFORT

Whenever he’s cheering you up, Hanse will always try his best to be positive and try and find the good in things. He’s never down and gloomy as he worries that it’ll only make you feel worse, instead he’s optimistic in trying to come up with some solutions that will hopefully be able to help you out.

D ⇴ DISAGREEMENTS

If something doesn’t get agreed upon quickly, that’s usually when an argument tends to occur between the two of you. Hanse tends to want you to make your mind up quite a lot, his patience doesn’t always extend for as long as it could. He doesn’t like to be the one to decide, so when he’s waiting for you to decide, he wants you to make up your mind pretty quickly and stop him standing around waiting.

E ⇴ EARLY YEARS

There were plenty of conversations when the two of you first met, you found yourselves talking about a whole world of things which quickly led you to start learning plenty of things about one another. You tried your best to remember the things that you learnt about each other mostly so that you could impress the other person when you were able to recall a piece of information that they had told you.

F ⇴ FAMILY

Hanse’s family treated you incredibly well, mainly because they were constantly hearing good things about you from Hanse and knowing that you were taking care of him. He told them all of the good things that you did for him and all of the funny stories that you had from your friendship which often tickled his family too. Hearing so much left them as huge fans of yours, especially as Hanse was your biggest fan too.

G ⇴ GETTING TOGETHER

Whatever the two of you want to do when you hang out, Hanse will make sure that you do it. He doesn’t care how hectic it is, who might be around, or how careful he’s got to be about his condition, if there’s something that you want to do or somewhere that you want to go, he pulls through every time.

H ⇴ HABITS

The two of you had a habit of knowing exactly when the other person was lying to you, you knew each other far too well for the other to try and convince you that they were feeling alright, or perhaps that they weren’t the one that was responsible for a prank, when you definitely knew otherwise.

I ⇴ INSIDE JOKES

Most of your inside jokes were used as blackmail, you loved trying to get your own way by threatening to share an embarrassing story or too that you had about Hanse. If Hanse wanted to try and embarrass you in front of the boys, you’d only have to mention one of your stories for him to quickly go quiet again.

J ⇴ JEALOUSY

It’s an obvious sign whenever Hanse get jealous that he goes very quiet and observes a lot of what’s going on rather than saying anything and getting involved in conversation. If someone is making him jealous, he’ll watch them closely and wait until he can catch them out by saying something or do something that will send a clear message that they’re not your best friend, and that he is in fact your best friend.

K ⇴ KICKS

Hanse got a kick out of making you cringe, usually using aegyo to try and embarrass you and leave you squirming as you watched him. He knows just like the boys it’s something that you hate to see him doing, and so he uses that against you whenever he can as he knows it’s a guarantee that you’ll react to him.

L ⇴ LOVE

He loved how well the two of you knew each other, which ultimately made being friends together one of the easiest jobs in the world. You knew what each other liked and disliked, how they’d react to things, and how they’d behave in certain situations so the two of you were always prepared. You could probably write books on each other with how well you knew one another, even the finest of details too.

M ⇴ MEETING

The two of you first met when you were working at the coffee shop just beside the company building. There had been a few conversations between you and Hanse when he stopped by, but eventually he decided to ask you for your number and see if you wanted to hang out properly sometime with him.

N ⇴ NONSENSE

He completely let go when he was around you, it was one of Hanse’s favourite things about being around you, how easy it was for him to just relax and go about his day without a single care in the world.

O ⇴ OBSESSION

Hanse was obsessed with how close the two of you were, everyone knew that when you were together you were pretty inseparable, if one of you wasn’t around, it was always asked whereabouts you were.

P ⇴ PRECIOUS MOMENTS

The times that meant the most to Hanse were the times when he could just be himself around you, Hanse loved that he never had to be an idol or follow certain rules when he was around you. Especially when his schedule had been particularly busy, just feeling human around you again was a huge deal to him.

Q ⇴ QUESTIONS

It took a lot for Hanse to ever really ask you outright for help, and so when he did, you knew just how much he meant it and how desperate he was for you to step in and let him rely on you for a little while.

R ⇴ RANDOM FACTS

Together you had planned a tattoo that you wanted to get for your friendship, it was just a case of deciding when you were going to get it. You’d spent many nights together designing the perfect thing that would be representative of your friendship and the various things that you’d done together over the years.

S ⇴ SUPPORT

There was always an extra spring in Hanse’s step on stage whenever he knew that you were in the crowd and watching him, his motivation skyrocketing whenever he saw you there. He loved performing in front of the group’s fans but seeing such a familiar face in the crowd gave him an extra reason to go for it.

T ⇴ TRIPS

Whenever he went out on the road, Hanse loved to try and bring you along with him and the group. He loved being able to take you around the world and have experiences that no one else would be able to give you.

U ⇴ ULTIMATE

There was no one else for Hanse, he knew that he had hit the jackpot being able to be the one to call you his best friend.

V ⇴ VISITS

He stops by your home quite a lot, especially when he’s driving past. Even if all he can say is hello, Hanse enjoys being able to see you in person and see how you are rather than just judging from a text.

W ⇴ WISDOM

One of the things that Hanse tries to do with his advice is be organised so that he can share his thoughts logically with you.

X ⇴ XXXX

Whilst the two of you weren’t massively affectionate with one another, you had your moments when you were feeling clingy and wanting attention, deciding to poke and annoy the other person as much as possible.

Y ⇴ YOU

You were his number one, there was no one that was higher up for him than you.

Z ⇴ ZZZ

Quite often Hanse will stay at your place if you plan on spending the evening together, with Hanse sharing with Subin too it’s a lot easier for you both to get some space and not interrupt any of the others too.

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Searching~ Howls Moving Castle Inspired Ateez drabble

❖ Ateez, Seonghwa x Hongjoong, Other hinted pairings

❖ Fluff, Comedy, Howls Moving Castle Au, Drabble/Imagine

❖ Tw: jealousy

❖ wc: 1759

❖ @atiny-piratequeen @atiny-dazzlinglight @kimnamshiks @gettin-a-lil-hanse ❖ Masterlist ❖

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Inspired by Howls Moving Castle and this Studio Ghibli song playlist especially the first song~

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Dancing along the sky-way his feet flitted across the cobblestones. Music rang out from bands in different areas of the marketplace. The smell of fresh bread wafted from the bakery, and people from all around lined up for the famous hat shop, the very one of the girl who had once been Howl's sweetheart. Or so she claimed, however, Hongjoong paid them no mind, only rolling his eyes when another group of foreigners raced in front of him to get to it repeating the same old story. Hongjoong merely shoved the bread in his mouth and continued to dance his way through the crowd, the rush of people paying the young lad no mind. What did they care for the boy with two-toned hair? His white button-up rolled above his elbow, the black suspenders holding up his grey tartan slacks, and the polished but worn brown shoes impressed them none. They were all much more excited for the glitz and glam of it all, the big tall, and sometimes short men in uniform were far more appealing than him and his pierced ears and his grey newsboy flat cap. However he noticed them plenty, eyes peeled for the small brief glimpses of magic. Almost always it was a farce but when he did catch an occasional glimpse of the real stuff he beamed, scratching down sharp-faced letters into his notebook. 

Many people just passed him by as he ate his toast and fried egg, assuming him to be no more than his looks behind the large circle glasses. A newsboy, trying to get the latest gossip, and in some fashions he was. Ears pricking up ever so often at the name-

But he was almost always let down, this town could glean him no more information. And if that girl from the hat shop warned him one more time to quit while he was ahead and stop poking his nose into magical things he might actually forget the lessons his mother taught him about polite manners when speaking to ladies. Afterall what did a soon to be princess know? She had run from that life to one of fame and “romance”. Hongjoong could do for some romance, but he more truly longed to see that bright fluttering flare one last time. So upon returning home to his tiny rented room, he packed his bag with what few belongings he had brought with him and slept early body bubbling with excitement for the next morning. Dawn came quickly as it always does, and soon enough he was bounding off down the old road, heading far out of the small town he had spent so many years in. Fleeting glimpses of satin locks always had his head whipping around, however futile the cricks in his neck proved to be. Many warned him to turn around and go home. That while the wastes were better in recent years they were still far too dangerous for anyone without magic, or so small. But Hongjoong laughed them off and waved good bye each time. Even as a cold wind picked up in the evening he trudged on, a smile upon his lips. Unfettered he delved into the wilderness searching, mile after mile until he was forced to take shelter under a boulder and rest for the night. Hand wrapped around his notebook as he slept, a smile upon his clissful face, wholly unaware of two eyes watching from a distance ensuring his peaceful slumber remained as so. Two more days carried by before Hongjoongs dust covered shoes led him over a hill and he yipped in delight. Far down below, was the very valley for which he had been searching, flowers by the millions swayed in the early morning air. A large mountainous lake glittered in the sun. “I found it!” He exclaimed and abandoning caution he raced down the hillside and into the beds of wildflowers. However after just a few short seconds he paid them no mind, throwing himself almost flat in an attempt to hide as the valley filled with wind and a whirring sound. Hongjoongs smile only grew, this was it! Now all he had to do was lie still, his intelligence was right! Just as he’d predicted- Yoink! A scream flew from Hongjoongs lips as he suddenly found himself grabbed round the waist and tugged up high into the air. “I’ve got him Cal! Haul us up!” The laigh laughter of a young mans voice did not soothe Hongjoongs fretting as he struggled and kicked as the ground suddenly dropped away beneath him. Flowers becoming tiny pricks of color dancing far below as their petals flurried in the air around them. “Don’t struggle like that-ah ah careful the master will kill me if I drop you.” Hongjoong felt dizzy as he clung to the mystery mans waist in an attempt to not tumble and free fall through the air. The younger mans laughter filled the air as they soared high into the sky on a thick rope, bursting through a layer of clouds before Hongjoong managed to turn his head fully around. The young lad who was gripping his waist and carrying him uncerramoniously like a sack of potatoes had curly raven hair and a wild mischievous smile. But his brown eyes were kind as he looked from Hongjoong to above where a flying island-no ship unlike anything Hongjoong had ever seen before hovered for them. A familiar mop of red hair hauling on the rope to pull them up. “You were supposed to blindfold him Wooyoung hyung what if-” “Jongho how when kidnapping him as I’m free swinging in the air am I supposed to do that?” Laughed Wooyoung as they reached the edge and were hauled onboard ship by the younger still strong wizards apprentice. Wooyoung gaped at him and Jongho pointedly avoided eye contact. After all Hongjoong probably would have in his shoes, for it had been Jongho twice who had stopped him from meeting as he had planned. “Kidnapped-” “Woo you weren’t supposed to tell him.” A blonde man Wooyoung didn’t recognize laughed and shook his head. “Nice too meet you at last, I’m San but you probably heard of me as Cal. I’m the spirit that keeps this-” “Now who’s saying too much.” rebutted Wooyoung elbowing him. Hongjoong staggered staring at all three in disbelief. Not to mention the large open courtyard and grass, clothes hanging neatly on the line. This couldn’t be it, for one they had grabbed HIM not him sneaking in as planned. And…it was all so bright and cheerful and normal. No magicky gimmicks-aside from the entire place flying in the air. Or that was until he took a closer look, curiosity drowning out the sound of Wooyoung, Sans, and Jonghos arguing and flirting he stepped closer. Moving to the hearth and dining set under a over hanging arch of the building Hongjoong didn’t even realize he’d lost his hat, Tousled white and black hair falling around his head as he stepped into the shade. “Its you…” He didn’t need them to turn around. He knew those shoulders as well as the back of his hand. “Hello Hongjoong…I warned you what would happen if you didn’t listen to me.” The deep voice resonated through his chest and made the shorter mans toes curl. “I didn’t forget, its why I’m here.” Hongjoong could hardly believe the words coming out of his mouth were even, as his heart was doing the tango in his chest. Leather gloved hands gripping the strap of his bag tighter. Howl, as they called him turned around, gaze landing upon him with a unreadable expression. Long lashes framing his beautiful dark eyes, and his full lips were pulled together while he regarded Hongjoong. “So you still came to find me?” Howl chuckled and sat down crossing his long legs, the sorcerer was well at ease. “There was never a day I stopped looking.” He responded instantly. “Your spell to make me forget, didn’t work by the way.” Suddenly Howls face was all a flush with pink, eyes wide with surprise as he stared at Hongjoong. The two toned boy laughed, setting his bag on the table as he leaned into the sorcerors space. “It’d take a lot more than magic tricks to make me forget the man I fell in love with, and the one who took my first time~ Now, I hope you’re ready for me this time. I’ve studied hard for you everyday to be a good husband just as I promised~” Howl choked on a laugh of disbelief shying back into his seat flustered but smiling, more than a little pleased by his confession. Long fingers gripping Hongjoongs thin hips as he placed a knee between his thighs leaning over his larger frame. “I’m not a normal-” “So go on, your magic, your soul, everything about you is beautiful to me. I’ve been longing to see it all for so long.” Hongjoong purred cupping Howls cheek. Before the ravenette could speak however a new voice perked up light and amused a puppish jubilation to its tone. “I don’t think kidnapping Hyung is going the way Master Hwa was expecting it too.” “Yunho! Shhhhhh they were just getting to the good part!” A blushing tall deep voiced boy grabbed the tall man with puppy ears and tail and tugged him away with a laughing San. “YAH-” But Seonghwa’s yell turned into a happy smile tugging Hongjoong into his lap for a gentle and tender embrace. “Wait I’m trying to seduce you-” “Shhh. Just let me hold you for now. Seduce me later Joong…I still can’t believe you came here.” Whispered Seonghwa rumbling in his ear, eyes melting into two pools of swirling blue magic.

“Just promise me, you’ll never try and leave me again.” Hongjoong murmured.

Howl-Seonghwa chuckled and kissed the corner of his mouth, long fingers combing the flower petals from Hongjoongs hair. “I promise you, Darling, I will never leave you again. You’re stuck as the sorcerors bride from now on.” “H-hey you’re my bride-” But Hongjoong couldn’t help the slight quiver to his voice now, as his inner panicky gay broke out, absolute putty now he was faced with the man of his dreams. “Whatever you want-” “And don’t you ever go to any hat shops ever again!” Seonghwa couldn’t resist the hysterical laughter at Hongjoongs demand, ignoring too the subsequent yells and smacks for such an insult until his words were drowned out in sweet loving, and tender kisses.

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