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thru-the-grapevine · 4 months
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[3:12 AM] The bed feels more spacious than it ought to.
You crack open an eye and glance at the other side of the bed. Empty. Your mostly-asleep gaze wanders to the clock on the far nightstand; after 3 in the morning. You let your eye close again, drifting comfortably for a while in the fog of half-consciousness. And then you roll over and sit up, stumbling slowly to your feet.
A faint bluish glow emanates from the other end of the hall. When you pad into the living room, you see Chris exactly where you’d left him hours ago. Hunched at his desk, headphones on, clicking every now and then, staring at Cubase and several instrument mixers.
He startles momentarily when you drape your arms over his shoulders. He relaxes and pulls the headphones down, tapping the spacebar to pause the music.
You kiss the top of his head. “How’s it looking?”
“Better,” Chris hums, lifting his free hand and rubbing your arm. “Fixed that annoying buzzing sound.”
You hum, resting your cheek against his hair, looking at the dual monitors. “Can I hear?”
“’Course,” he says, and you can hear the pleased grin in his voice. That’s his favorite request you can make of him.
He unplugs the headphones and fiddles with the knobs on his volume box, clicks around and then taps the spacebar again.
He’s right; the buzzing noise that had hovered persistently in the corners of the track is gone. He’s nuanced the vocal effects, as well, softened the pitch corrector, and you smile, fond of how sincere his voice sounds.
“’S pretty,” you murmur, humming at a new instrument that hadn’t been there before.
“It’s closer,” he admits, not fully accepting the compliment.
You’re too sleepy to push back, make him accept the praise, so you merely bury your face in his hair.
“You should get some sleep, like I said,” Chris tells you, voice tinged with concern.
He had told you to do that…four hours ago.
You snort. “Love. Check the time.”
“Hm?” You feel his head tilt, watch his mouse slide to the bottom corner of the screen to the clock. “…Oh.”
“Was sleeping,” you say, watching his mouse trail back up over Cubase, deliberating. “’N then I woke up with too much space ‘n not enough warm.”
He hums in acknowledgment, the noise tinged with guilt.
You kiss the top of his head again. “…Please?”
He sighs, leaning his head back against your shoulder.
“You at a good stopping point?” You ask, knowing too well what his next argument will be.
He sighs again quietly, a sound of concession. “I never am…but this will do.”
You grin and give him an encouraging squeeze as he presses save three times on each software.
“Bet you’ll knock it out of the park once your brain is fresh,” you tell him as he shuts the computer down.
“And once the headache passes,” he says, pressing the heel of one hand to his eye and rubbing as he rolls the chair back.
You frown, leaning back to let him stand and stretch. “You’ve been working with a headache?”
“Just hints of one,” he insists, waving it away as he relaxes out of the stretch. “Probably eye strain.”
You give him a look. “You know, that might not happen if you’d just wear your glasses.”
It’s a lost cause and you both know it. He snorts, then gets a better look at you and smiles.
“Your hair’s cute,” he says, lifting a hand to your head and ruffling.
You scrunch your face up in protest. “’S bedhead, Chris.”
“And it’s cute,” he insists, leaning in and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Bedtime?”
“Past bedtime,” you say, giving him a stern look when he leans back. “Long, long past.”
“Hmm,” he says, studying your face and smiling in that goopy-eyed way that you know means he’s barely listening. You roll your eyes.
He lets you take his hand and guide him back down the hall, lets you procure pajamas for him while he talks through what else he wants to do in the song, lets you help him change as he explains.
“Just want the feeling of the song to be right when you hear it, even without lyrics,” he says as you help pull on the pajama shirt.
“People will know,” you tell him, patting his shoulder and taking his hand again, guiding him to bed. “I can feel it when I hear it.”
“But what if that’s just you?” He frets, lying back and getting comfortable, drawing up the covers. “What if you just know me?”
You burrow under the covers and lay your head on his chest, wrapping an arm around him. “I do know you. But that’s not why I felt it.”
“But how do you know for sure?” He asks, his hand back in your hair, stroking softly.
You prop your chin up on his chest and look at him. “Babe. You’re not capable of making dishonest or disingenuous music. Your heart’s all the way out there in every little detail.”
He looks at you for a long moment, fingers slow and gentle in your hair. Eventually he lifts his hand and rests the pad of his forefinger on the tip of your nose.
“I like you so much,” he murmurs.
An embarrassed grin sweeps over your face. You nestle your face into his chest vigorously, and he laughs.
“Like you too,” you hum, sandwiching one of his legs between yours and snuggling in. “I’m also right.”
“Hope so,” he murmurs, and then his arm curls comfortably around you. “Go back to sleep.”
“You sleep, you need it more,” you mumble, and he chuckles.
“I’ll sleep well with my weighted blanket,” he teases you, hand squeezing your side reassuringly.
You grin and press a kiss to his chest. “Not as well as I’ll sleep with my body pillow.”
“You’re on,” he whispers, and you’re out like a light before a full minute passes.
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There will come a poet;
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Whose weapon is his word;
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He will slay you with his tongue;
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<Oh lei, oh lai, oh, Lord>
~Admin J
Soldier, Poet
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otterdino · 2 months
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thinkin-bout-milgram · 3 months
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Kotoko in her alpha wolf era
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lqcb97 · 9 months
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incorrectkids · 1 year
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Changbin: I still don’t have a New Year’s resolution.
Jisung: You could lose a few.
Chan: You could be less lazy.
Minho: Don’t be such a bitch.
Changbin: Okay DAMN, SHIT.
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enstarsmusic-en · 5 months
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little-svt · 1 year
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Femme-reader | fluff / angst | “daddy” used once
Wc: 378
Taglist: @pastel-princess-please @kiki-woo @fishsquishh
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Ma Boy
Surely after not eating all day, being as hungry as you were, nothing was going to stop you from filling your aching, empty tummy, at least a little, just to ease the hunger pains. But you apparently had been wrong. You were on your second heaping mouthful due to your very demanding stomach when you’d completely frozen mid-chew.
Was Chan… laughing at you? And then it became apparent how ridiculous the situation was and you hadn’t even said it aloud.
“Awe ‘ou waughing a’ me?”, you asked your mouth still very much full of food. Perhaps it wasn’t a laugh. More of a snicker he was trying very hard to conceal as he worked at his meal, glancing up at your through his lashes.
“N-no.”, he chuckled and shook his head. He was. He was absolutely laughing at you. You began chewing again, this time with a frown. Just to get the food out of your mouth with a swallow, it not being as tasty as it was when you’d first began eating. Possibly due to the bitterness of the anxiety that was creeping up on you, a new level of self-aware. Of your surroundings, of your self, the way you were sitting, how much was on your plate and how much you’d managed to empty it already.
Seeing your mood shift so suddenly from how bubbly you’d been before when you sat down eagerly for dinner, Chan couldn’t help but awe at you.
“I couldn’t help it. I’m sorry, baby. You looked just like a chipmunk with your cheeks so full like that. I thought I might die if you got any cuter.”, he explained, his hand reaching across the table to wipe the corner of your mouth.
Again a mood shift as you slouched to make yourself smaller, your face heating up as you wiped your hands, shyly bringing them to cover your mouth along with your reddening cheeks, finally managing to swallow.
“D-daddy, stop it.”, you whined, feeling a whole lot more vulnerable, but in a comfortable way, the room no longer feeling so big and cold as it suddenly had before.
“Go on and eat, baby. I’m just admiring my girl.”, he chuckled, settling back in his seat and making a point to start eating so you would continue as well.
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🧸Endnote: wahhh I know. Another week with no full fic. I wrote this for Admin II my beloved but it doesn’t have many agere elements I know 😔 I’ve been working bit by bit on the longer one I’ve wanted to finish for a while but I keep adding stuff SOS it’s almost 2k now but still not done 😭 I’ll get there 🫶 ~ 🐶🐰🍓
🧸Masterlist🧸
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serostuffsmh · 2 months
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You may be a villain to him but you’re a hero to me and to the other women at his workplace that even shares a space with him. I wish you the best!
I appreciate. I had a very eughhhhh rough week after I did what I did. I was very caught up in my own head which I now realize was an episode. But I still don’t regret it. Cause fuck that guy.
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skidsficrecs · 11 months
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Hi hi!
Just found this tumblr and I'm really impressed with the work and dedication you put into your recommendations and research!
So! Lately I found myself really enjoying leeknow ships, but I've come across so many fics where the boys characterisation is just so off that it's hard to read really.
So my general question is, do you know any minho/hyunjin minho/jisung or minho/Chan fics with well written characterisation?
I do prefer Canon compliant usually and am a sucker for Angst /comfort happy end things but all well written fics work for me really...
Thank youuuu
hello!
thank you so much for your kind words, anon! unfortunately, the admins and i are full-time college students and/or working, so we haven't had as much time to post. many apologies for the late response!
stir the tide by tentoheaven is a 16k chan/jisung/minho college au. it has a pretty simple plot, but i really enjoy it because of the characterization and how it's well-written! i also find this dynamic really cute and interesting!
the way home by magpiepair is a 13k chan/jisung/minho non-famous au. it's a bit more angsty than stir the tide, but i really love the hurt/comfort :'] and again, great characterization and general prose!
so sweet like chocolate by luckyday is a tried and true favorite minsung fic, but it's definitely the longest here since it's 71k. i posted a rec for it, and i mentioned how wonderful the characterization is! it's slow burn but it's a very lighthearted read.
i debated whether or not to add this one since it's my own fic, but here it is anyway: wish of nature by sarangx (me hehe). it's only a 5k hyunjin/minho fic, inspired by the seasons. i only ever write for groups when i feel i've got their characterization down, so hopefully it's realistic!
for more minsung recs, you can refer to this post :]
i hope these were helpful to you, anon! x
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fxrstmemer · 2 years
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thru-the-grapevine · 1 year
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(content warning: reader gets periods)
[7:21 PM] “Go away,” you groaned when a knock came at your door. Your cramps were killing you, and you were not in the mood to try and socialize, even with your roommate.
There was a slight pause. “Oh, uh…are you sure?”
You opened your eyes and glared for a long moment at the ceiling. Not the roommate. Chan. How were you supposed to say no to Chan? You knew his feelings would be hurt if you turned him away.
“Fine, come in at your own risk,” You mumbled. “Sorry in advance if I’m really grouchy. Just…pain.”
You closed your eyes again and heard the door ease open.
“I came to help,” Chan said quietly. You heard him pad across the carpet, felt him sit on the edge of your bed.
You lifted your hand and settled your forearm over your eyes. “I swear I appreciate it, but unless you have a way to gouge my uterus out–”
“Just hear me out,” Chan rushed, and you heard the sound of something being set down next to you.
“First, I know you have your own stuffies, but maybe Mr. Snuggles can help keep you company? He’s really good for squeezing when the pain is bad.”
You lifted your arm slightly and cracked open an eye. The gaze of a familiar sparkly red stuffed dragon met yours. Despite the pain, you felt the urge to smile pulling at the corner of your mouth. You’d discovered this little guy sitting at the end of Chan’s bed at his place before he could hide it away, and you’d been pouting and begging to get a glimpse of him ever since.
“Also, I made these. My sister says she really enjoys them when she’s in pain, too, that she got the recipe from you?”
You could smell something warm and chocolate as a little package wrapped in parchment paper appeared next to Mr. Snuggles. The only recipe you could remember having given his sister was one for brownies, and you felt your appetite perk up for the first time all day.
“And then your roommate helped me make this.”
A thermos appeared on top of the parchment paper package.
“It’s that tea that you like. I, uh…your roommate spilled the secret of the different flavors you mix together to make it, so I got those teas and gave it a shot. It’s probably not all-the-way perfect, but–”
“Are you sugar personified or something?” You interrupted, lifting your arm away from your face completely and looking at Chan.
He blinked. “Uh…”
You felt your face grow hot. “You’re just…being really sweet. When you don’t have to be. You made my special tea?”
Understanding dawned on Chan’s face, and then his ears turned pink.
“Of course I don’t have to be sweet, but I want to be,” Chan insisted. “It’s what good boyfriends do.”
“Always so worried about what good boyfriends should do,” You murmured, nudging the gifts aside. “C’mere.”
Chan smiled and scooted up the bed, laying next to you and letting you wrap him in a hug.
You tucked your face against his collarbone. “Mr. Snuggles is probably good for cuddling, but you’re better.”
Chan laughed. “Thanks, love.”
“Thank you,” you mumbled into his t-shirt collar, snuggling closer. “Wanna share a brownie in a minute?”
“Don’t you want to try the tea first? It took me a long time to get the mix just right-”
“Do you want a brownie or not?”
“Yes. They smelled amazing baking.”
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wolveswithblackpearls · 2 months
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These weren't my memories originally.
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But I'm happy to take care of them.
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-admin j
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otterdino · 3 months
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have a happy end of the year of the rabbit 🐰
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chansource · 1 year
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