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writersmorgue · 9 months

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TWs: please read with caution! Discussion of adult bodies (all characters are aged up!) Pictures are included for visual reference. Teen and up audiences.

Featuring: Bakugo, Mina, Midoriya, Uraraka, Todoroki

【ｂａｋｕｇｏ　ｋａｔｓｕｋｉ】

This man is solid. The only squish on him is his pecs (He doesn't even correct his friends when they call 'em tits, he's proud of it). He's 6'2 (188cm), not a giant but a decent height to tower over the rest of Japan. His arms and shoulders are broad, tapering down into a slim waist. His hands are large and calloused, veins on his forearms visibly winding into them. He widens back out around his ass and thighs, but they hold nowhere near the power of his upper body. He relies on that area completely for his fighting style and it shows. There's a subtle V line into his pelvis, paired with a trail of fine blond hair that he prefers to shave. Having extra body hair under his suit can be uncomfortable, especially when he works hours upon hours without breaks. He added an undercut to his style during his second year of UA for a similar reason and has kept it ever since. Most of his height comes from his torso and his legs are an average length. Though his thighs are nothing to laugh at, the muscles are impressive even for their lither shape. His scent is something reminiscent of gun smoke and a new car. He prefers baggier clothes, not aiming to draw attention when he's not in uniform. He's sexiest in black and he fuckin' knows it. His lobes are stretched to 18mm, and he has an industrial on his left ear. His nipples are pierced as well "Because fuck you."

【ｍｉｎａ　ａｓｈｉｄｏ】

She's taller than most of her female colleagues, 5'9 (175cm). With long legs and killer muscles, her lower half carries most of the weight during her hero work. Her muscle build and workouts are similar to that of a hockey player, with her go-to fighting move being to skate on a wave of acid. She has strong abs, helping to keep her balance when she's on unstable ground. She's an absolute powerhouse in the gym, out-squatting most of her coworkers. Her sidekicks love goading the fresh UA interns to challenge her to a spar. Her fingers are long and calloused, and when she's on a break from hero work she always has a set of nails on. Her arms are smaller, but nothing to scoff at. She focuses on fighting and boxing to train them, rather than bulking up. She smells like whatever gum she's currently chewing and she prefers Japanese street style clothes. She has basically every ear piercing you can think of, plus her nipples and naval. Her hairstyle has remained basically the same since school, although occasionally she'll buzz the sides during the warmer months.

【ｍｉｄｏｒｉｙａ　ｉｚｕｋｕ】

The shortest, densest, thickest man for miles (possibly galaxies). Topping out at 5'4 (163cm). His fighting style relies mostly on his legs and arms meaning his thighs alone could crush twenty men. He loves to attach himself to people like a bodybuilding koala as a greeting. He was blessed with monster calf genes, they tripled in size during his time at UA. His arms aren't quite as impressive as his legs but don't underestimate them. With the power of OFA, he can easily punch a villain into space. The hottest part about him, though? His confidence. His debut as a pro hero also kicked off his modeling career. Instead of curling in on himself, he announces his presence loudly. He fanboys without shame and flexes for his fans when they ask. He loves showing off his strength, picking his friends up at every opportunity, and carrying them around without breaking a sweat. His undercut and controlled curls help lessen his naïve appearance, though his freckled cheeks and forest-green eyes remain filled with boyish charm. He smells like coffee and old spice. He loves his dumb graphic tees, but his manager forces him into reasonable clothes when he attends events. He's famous for one suit in particular that frames his ass perfectly.

【ｏｃｈａｋｏ　ｕｒａｒａｋａ】

Short, thick, and stronger than you. At 5'2 (157cm) she can (and has) take on dozens of enemies at once with ease. Without her her quirk she's capable of lifting triple her body weight, and her back muscles make Bakugo jealous. Her thighs are capable of crushing basically anything you can put between them, and she regularly offers to open watermelons because it flusters everyone watching. Villains have taken one look at her and fled, she is that powerful. She's an anxious nail-biter and her cuticles are always messed up. Nail polish doesn't last an hour on her. She opted for a shorter haircut after second year, though her longer bangs remain with her signature style. She loves athleisure wear and can be found wearing leggings and muscle tanks 90% of the time. Rarely does she attend events she's forced to dress up for. Her stomach is soft and she has a naval piercing with a small planet charm dangling off of it that she never changes. She smells like flowers and rain.

【ｔｏｄｏｒｏｋｉ　ｓｈｏｕｔｏ】

One of the tallest in the former Class A, he stands at 6'5 (196cm), although Bakugo claims that's inaccurate. His muscles are lean and lengthy. His fighting style mimics Mina's, and his build is similar to that of a figure skater or swimmer. His abs are envied by all of Japan, and his V-line was the sexual awakening of millions. The carpet does, in fact, match the drapes, not that he advertises it. He grew his hair out after UA, and prefers to wear it loose or french braided down his back. His thighs and calves are lankier, and he focuses his workouts on speed and endurance rather than weightlifting. He's definitely the model of the group. Effortlessly handsome although his style is that of a 14-year-old boy. His stylist regularly steals the cargo shorts from his house, but he just buys more. He owns at least 30 v-neck t-shirts in every color he can find. His redeeming style quality is his hero suit, which was finally swapped out when he debuted to a more sleek design. He smells like a campfire in a snowstorm, more of one or the other depending on which side of him you're standing on. He has no piercings but several tattoos that his costume covers.

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subject-044 · 5 months

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Hi hello I absolutely adore your band AU!! I was wondering if you have any thoughts on the band's appearances, like clothes/hair dye/etc.? Especially given you've mentioned things past highschool

I rlly rlly want to draw these dorks practising together and want to stay true to your ideas :3

Hello I saw this just before I was going to go to sleep and then laid awake Thinking About It for the next 30 minutes so here I am!

Under the cut because there's a LOT!!

Richie

He layers just as badly as in canon

So in my head it goes:

Long sleeved stripey T-shirt

then a graphic short tee on top (which eventually becomes a band T-shirt nearer then end of senior year when Steph joins the band! (And when I design the logo lmao))

THEN a zip up hoode

I'm not done

Then a leather jacket he found at a garage sale (it's slightly too big for him normally so it fits over everything else.)

Ripped jeans + belt chains

He has one of those goth belts with all the metal eyelets in it

Boots!! He has loads of different coloured laces he wears each day!!

And ofc he has his blue hair

He has his ears pierced too- he has these skeleton studs and they're all he wears.

Oh and the green and black bracelet Max eventually makes when he becomes the band's friend. It's tied onto his belt loops every morning.

Peter

Pretty similar to canon in my head

He takes off his suspenders and bowtie when they practice though (he feels safe then)

His hair is longer! He wears it in a man bun because it made him feel more masc before he came out to everyone (in middle school)

When he felt more comfortable (and after he came out) he decided to keep his hair long and the man bun just kind of stuck

He gets an undercut maybe? I can't decide in whether that's good or not.

He had LOADS of ear piercings (industrial, tragus, three on each lobe, conch, helix) but he's too scared to get facial ones somehow

He wears dangly earrings in his main lobe piercing

After he makes friends with Steph and stops wearing his suspenders+bowtie altogether he unbuttons and untucks his shirt during practice.

(Steph almost passes out the first time he does this. She can see his collar bones. Victorian woman seeing ankle for the first time core)

Richie clips a short chain onto his belt loops "So we match!"

His yellow and orange bracelet becomes his hairband- you can't usually see it unless you're looking for it/it's in a ponytail

Ruth

Ruth was actually so so difficult for me to decide

Her normal style just goes so hard yknow?

I think she starts wearing Docs like Richie

But she just has rainbow laces and that's it she doesn't change them

She gets a leather jacket too and paints the band logo on (badly)

The band tee she'll wear but it'll be over-sized and half tucked in

Logo front and back babey!!

I don't know what else for Ruth so if you have any ideas please feel free to use them

Her blue and white bracelet is just on her wrist like a normal person lmao

Steph

Nose piercing Nose piercing!! She has a little ring

Her style is already SO SO good for the band AU!!!

She has fingerless leather gloves

She also has tattoos methinks

The beginnings of a rose + thorns sleeve on her left arm

And a shitty stick and poke star on her right wrist (over her veins) she got when she was 16- it's started to fade so she gets other stars tattooed on her wrist around it (one for each band member?)

She's the one who commissions an artist to design the logo, and gets t-shirts made for each of them!!

She, and Ruth both get the logo put on leather jackets. Steph's is proper vintage and is more of a biker jacket though.

She tries to convince Richie and Peter to get ones too, but Richie doesn't want to damage his jacket and Peter refuses to wear one at all (he won't wear the shirt either)

(She catches him using it as a sleep shirt. She teases him about it for weeks)

She cuts her band top into a crop top but she doesn't always wear it.

She dyes the tips of her hair red for while

But it fades into pink weirdly quick

So she dyes it back to her normal ombre

Steph's pink bracelet hangs from a hole made in one of her drumsticks. Her bracelet was made first (Max cried when he saw it)

Max

Max isn't technically part of the band

But he is their #1 fan forever and ever

So he has a shirt too that he wears to all of their (eventual) gigs!! The logo is a bit faded/damaged and washed out because he keeps washing it the wrong way

He has a scar in his eyebrow from when Steph punched him after she first joins the band (this kickstarts his redemption.) (Punchstarts?)

And he has his purple and yellow bracelet around his wrist!

I still haven't figured out how to fit Grace into this AU at all. I do HC that she thinks all music other than Christian Music is Of The Devil™ and she plays the flute but that's about it honestly... One of these days I'll figure something out

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raz-writes-the-thing · 6 months

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Wolverine or Spider-Man? (Primeval Drabble)

Connor Temple x GN!Reader / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: You meet Connor at the bar. He's pleasantly surprised by the topic of conversation.

CW: consumption of alcohol, Connor is a dork (and that's why we love him)

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“You look nice.”

You almost choke on your drink as you turn to look at the person whose voice those words belonged to. To your surprise, it was a rather gangly, awkward-looking man with slicked hair. You arched your brow at his clothes, a waistcoat over a tee. A tee, which, if you were right (and you were) possibly had some sort of comic graphic on it.

“Thank you,” you reply, straw from your drink in the corner of your mouth. “You look… stylish.”

The man grinned, and you noticed the fingerless gloves he was wearing to complete the look.

“What’s your name, then?” The man asked, sliding onto the bar stool next to you. You swallowed your next sip and replied with your name, twisting to sit more comfortably to face him. You signalled the bartender down and ordered him a drink.

“Oh- I think I was supposed to do that,” he said, looking a little concerned, hand gesturing towards the barman. “Name’s Connor. Temple. Connor Temple.”

You chuckle, sipping through your straw. He was sweet, and charming, in an awkward kind of way. Just your type. He’d picked well for a clear first attempt at flirting with someone at the bar.

“Well, there was only one of us without a drink and that was you. I’m not going to not order you a drink.” You quirk your brows cheekily, shrugging your cardigan off your shoulders and over the back of your stool.

Connor takes his drink and has a swig, sucking air through his lips after he swallows as he tries to think of something to say.

“Shit- I- I’m not sure what to do now. My friend didn’t help me past this point,” he says, and you’re not sure whether he’s talking to you or himself. He’s cute, though. You eye him appreciatively.

“I know,” you say, putting your glass down and propping your chin up on your hand. “Who do you think would win in a fight- Wolverine or Spider-Man?”

You think Connor might have just creamed his pants with the way he all but fist-pumped the air. He scoffed in disbelief and instantly became about a thousand per cent more comfortable by your calculations.

“No way- you did not-” he cuts himself off with an excited laugh. “Cool! Erm- definitely Wolverine. Thoughts?”

You stick your lip out in thought, downing the rest of your drink and signalling for another.

“See- I think Spider-Man. He can swing out of the line of fire, and Logan is all anger. Anger peters out- hah, that was unintentional, I swear.”

“Spider-Man, really?” The expression on his face is excited but thoughtful as if he’s never really considered the possibility that Spider-Man could win in that fight. “My friend told me people at bars don’t like to talk comic books,” he added, tearing down another few swigs.

“Well, I think your friend has vastly underestimated the surge of popularity in comics and video games. Really, it’s going to be the next big industry,” you reply, fiddling with your glass.

“You know, I couldn’t agree more.”

You rather think you’re going to get along well with Connor.

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onyourhyuck · 11 months

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚 [ Season 3 ]

synopsis; • Fast forwarding six years, Park areum is coming back to the journalist industry. A case from thirteen years ago re-opens when Areum finds something suspicious around a drug ring in clubs and her parents car accident from thirteen years ago have suspicious links. However something always trails back to past that she’s never knew about.

warnings; • mafia jeno Au, mystery, thriller, SMUTTT NO MINORS, ANGST, police exo au, romance, park areum and lee jeno are married , minjae and nayoung are cuties, horror (scary death scenes). gruesome graphic detailed language.

Now Part 11 !! || —> Next Part 12.

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The household was fast asleep but when arriving back home from a long day at working with a detective on a case, it suddenly drained all the energy out that Areum could actually fall asleep the minute she’d walk up the stairs into her bedroom. But to a surprisingly large extent instead the journalist came home to her husband laying on the bed with a sleeping baby on his chest laying by the stomach so the child could keep her tiny head on his chest area.

He wore a white plain ole’ tee shirt with only loose grey sweatpants. It was such a homebody outfit but he made it look like a freaking cat walk.

She was smiling uncontrollably when slowly walking on the tip toes approaching the bed and taking off the jacket. Areum made sure to kiss Jeno’s forehead even though he was now asleep.

Taking advantage of them sleeping on the bed, she made her way into the bathroom taking off the everyday clothes she wore for ages and made sure to change into something more comforting and appropriate.

A plain white tee shirt, which belonged to Jeno’s collection as well, but he wouldn’t mind because his clothes are becoming Areum’s clothes now too. None the less she came out in simple sweatpants as well but her own size.

When coming out Jeno was already awake again standing next to the baby crib where he took it out again for Saebom to sleep in. Areum smiles moving behind so her long arms scrape on his expectant waistline that fit so perfectly on her, as if he was made for her, like a designed key to the doorknob.

Areum might have a slight obsession with his waist, but can you blame her? He looks like he was build straight out of a marvel comic.

“Hey baby did i wake you up?” She couldn’t help but whisper into his shoulder wondering if perhaps she woke him up but her husband turns around now grabbing her waist.

Jeno shakes his head. “Nope. I was waiting for you.” They stay in each others holds enjoying the feeling their hands gave each other. A loving warming feeling deep in their stomachs.

He trails letting the fingertips trace round the stomach when he creeps it under the plain white tee shirt smiling. “You wore my shirt to match me?” Areum softly smiles. “Thought it would make you feel less lonely if i match you.”

“How kind of you.”

They stare within each others eyes until they suddenly tangle each other on the bed by pushing Areum with a gentle kiss on the mouth enough to let their breathes becoming as one breathing space. Her arms fell on the bed until they crawl back on the chiselled surface belonging to her husband, letting their lips completely become infatuated.

The kiss took everything away from them, but the love stayed and Jeno took every opportunity to let Areum know that.

His voice was as soft as a feather but it lands a giant shot in her heart knowing how mesmerising he sounds and looks to the eye and the ears. “You know, — spending a day with Saebom and the twins made me realise i might have a bit of a baby fever again.” It was honesty deep from his heart, murmuring it close to her mouth.

Areum bites her bottom lip watching him. Truth be honest she feels the same way. Something within Areum broke and expanded when seeing Jeno with children looking so happy.

It was something like a spell put on them.

“Me too.” She softly pressed her lips into a small line going to press another kiss against his plum chapped lips loving the taste it brought to the tastebuds. “But we can’t do anything here. We might wake up Saebom.” She smirks when Jeno’s face comes to a realisation that yeah, they can’t do anything but that doesn’t mean they can’t move out somewhere…

As an idea strikes him faster than anything before he wraps his arms away and stands up looking at Areum.

She sits up seeing her husband hold out his hand. “How about we… innocently take a bath together?” He said trailing lowly.

It felt almost forbidden doing this but as quietly as possible they return to their en suite bathroom turning on the bath letting it run warm water. Putting inside the bubbles it soon began a striping party — Jeno did not waste a single second taking off the clothes from her beautiful body roaming his hands and just as impatiently, Areum tugged all his shirt and lower clothing off too.

They missed each other even though they see one another every day their bodies were mourning themselves and the absence.

Sometimes life becomes too much, separating them apart, but they find each other through it all again. Jeno and Areum are a part of each other that cannot be undone therefore when they push each other in the bathtub letting the warm water hit on the skin they were giggling together trying to be as quiet as possible.

She smirks slashing a flew bubbles with the water on his face, Jeno wiping it away.

“Yah, is that how you’ll be playing?” He retorts and Areum nods staring at him. “Or what will you do about it, mr lee?”

Many things come to mind but Jeno only took the slow approach by smiling down unconsciously. “Well— mrs lee i think i can handle more of your tricks.” Oh and he certainly did knowing the way Areum was watching him with such a dimly lit eyes so deep enough to piece his soul together once again.

Their heads tilt and Jeno goes to land a kiss on her lips again deeply laying onto the bathtub kissing with each other like it would be the end, so passionately in touch with one another.

Their eyes spoke when they couldn’t. They communicate through their bodies as much as their souls did too. The minds knew instantly what to do. Areum softly sighs when her neck become a scene of the attraction with his kisses going down and down. Their hands were on each other’s shoulders until he slid them down softly finding her chest squeezing it softly letting her know how much he loves holding her this close, bare nude in the open space.

He could never get enough of Areum.

Brushing hands into the thick black hair Areum’s fingers finding refuge in them with the wetness of her hands soon make his entire hair damp and curl up with some leaving bubbles on in his head. Though he didn’t mind it, he loves the feeling of him tugging on his hair or even playing with it.

His tongue goes flapping itself on the nipples constantly teasing between that or the lips recounting again for another fiery passionate kiss leaving them to softly gaze up at one another.

“How is it possible i can’t get enough of you hm? You’re everything i ever wanted.”

An unconditional loving but small smirk throws at the man murmuring the most sincere sweet nothings, to the point even her bodily scent could drive him absolutely mad.

“Don’t say it like that.” She said blushing against the folds of her hands now closing her face but Jeno quickly grabbed the hands to separate them.

“I want to see your face, don’t hide it.”

And once her hands were pulled apart so he could see his wife’s shy but beautiful face that went red he was satisfied with it. He knows sometimes these confessions he makes are too much ; but at least he can see how much it touched her heart. He likes knowing he makes her feel this way, because Areum doesn’t know how to voice her feelings through words.

Instead she shows it through the actions much more. Slightly ironic that his wife is a journalist who can convey emotion on the headlines and alert people’s emotions so much but when it comes to her husband, she’s a complete fool who doesn’t know what to say to what to do.

It’s like seeing an inexperienced person coming to terms that they love someone so deeply, they wouldn’t know how to deal with it. But he understands nonetheless. Jeno enjoys Areum’s signs of affection through physical touch and the gift giving too.

She murmurs staring at him. “I don’t know what to say to you most of the time i’ll be honest.” She’d admit it aloud. “But I do love you so much, that even the butterflies that i felt on our first date never left.”

She pulls herself up cupping his face and kissing him once more. Jeno hums into her mouth when she pulls down a kiss on his lips enjoying how much she communicates to him.

“Thank you for telling me that.” He whispers feeling a slight happiness from knowing that Areum feels the same way, even if it was a while back they fully went on a date.

She will never regret marrying him.

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They gather round for breakfast, a new day has arrived welcoming the family from their sleep. Little Nayoung with bed hair slightly ruff up although in the little pink Princess Aurora dress on grabbing a spoon taking a mouthful of the cereal.

When asking children what they want to eat, they only reply with sweet cereal, they didn’t want a savouring breakfast at all.

Nayoung and Minjae having matching cereal bowls but in different colour to match their own liking. He had a red bowl, meanwhile Nayoung had a pink colour once again.

You can definitely tell her favourite colour now.

Jeno would be by the stove today. This morning he was the chef. He somehow convinced Areum to sit down at the table and let him take over the kitchen, he felt like he should contribute to cooking sometimes too and honestly it was a nice change. She felt a little different watching her husband cook a fried egg on the pan and toast the bread too.

Humming a tune Areum comes behind Jeno back hugging him to take a peak at the food he was frying an omelette for her because she asked for that instead of a simple fry egg.

The omelette had bits of vegetables such as tomatoes and spinach too. It might be your favourite breakfast dish apart from others.

“Look at you cooking while looking so handsome.” She murmurs confidently encouraging him and by this Jeno could only shortly laugh.

He warns playfully when her hands got under his shirt to feel his stomach. “Yah lee areum careful where your hands are hm? You’ll surprise me and i might drop the omelette.”

Areum smirks. “Better be careful then.”

Sometimes when she has the upper hand in making the big mafia lord flustered, he can’t help but find it endearing and sometimes he enjoys it a little more than he should be.

It’s definitely a unique dynamic he loves between them. Areum always makes him feel so many things at once.

She pulls away to suddenly remember that she would have to make the hot bottle for the baby. She’d hum a little sing song.

“Opps nearly forgot to stop the kettle.” She says quietly taking it off and starts to pour it into the bottle with the baby formula powder which will then make the baby milk.

Jeno puts the food on the plate moving it to the table as his wife would shake the bottle when closing it fully with the lid and then she tests it on her hand the temperature.

She winces. “Slightly hot.” As she said this he looks over as she sits down next to him shaking the bottle to let it cool down more before she could latch and drink from it. He moves his hands to her hand taking the bottle and pushes the plate in front of her.

“I will handle this, you can eat up.” He would say as he shakes the bottle now side to side. Areum looks down sighing. Looks like I have no choice now.

He wants his wife to eat and get her strength back up so he could handle the bottle cooling off.

Taking a bite of the food she smiles finding it perfect, just the way she wanted it to be. Pulling a piece on the spoon Areum looks at Jeno who was feeding Saebom in the high chair.

She was smiling drinking from the bottle now. Areum would gently call out putting the spoon forward. “Hey open your mouth.”

Jeno would look back opening his mouth as he multitasks feeding Saebom, as if it were like a mission he were on.

He took a bite and hums delighted it tastes good. “It’s not bad, is it to your taste Areum?”

She nods going back to eating. “Mhmm thank you.” Jeno boops the baby’s nose seeing her smile wide like he was the best thing she saw. “Boop boop i see your nose Saebom-ah.”

Nayoung grins. “Saebom is super cute. She definitely has mummy’s look.”

Jeno turns to Nayoung playfully scoffing. “Huh? Whaddya’ mean she totally looks like daddy.”

The twins share a similar glance before giggling giving Jeno a huge run for his money as they disagree, they’re convinced their younger sister is a total copy paste of their mother.

Minjae throws a soft blow at his father. “You always look grumpy dad. Saebom never looks grumpy.”

Areum wanted to laugh out loud because it was the truth he does have a very — stern looking face. Sure he was handsome, too handsome out of this world but he didn’t look cheerful unless he was with his family that’s for sure.

Usually Jeno would look too strict and stern.

He held his chest when his son points out the deep truth, dramatically pretending it was hurting his poor feelings. “Argh Minjae can’t you compliment daddy for once?” Jeno walks over to his son’s seat and lifts the boy up and instead sat down on the boy’s chair so he could be sat on his lap instead.

He squirms on the lap above Jeno’s that huddles him to be stuck on. “Nope!”

He laughs. “I know you want to but you like seeing daddy get humbled don’t you?”

Minjae shakes his head. He wasn’t going to admit to anything but his father had other plans to make.

“Hmm come on, is daddy not cool? Not even a little bit cool to you?” He pouts looking at Minjae as he turns him around so they can face each other. The little boy stares crossing the arms.

He mumbles a little, stubbornly. “Maybe he is a — little cool.”

Something made this scene so much cuter to see Jeno get a compliment: a very rare compliment, from his own son. He would kiss Minjae’s forehead petting his soft bed hair he has not brushed out quite yet in the early mornings.

“Well I think you’re cooler than me and I know you will grow up to be even better than your old man.” Jeno retorts putting Minjae back down to his seat. Areum smiles ear to ear seeing the small interaction as she would focus on Saebom hand feeding her on between the lap.

He shifts to Nayoung kissing her head too. “And you princess, how do you feel about going to a special event with me?”

She jumps up at the sound of going to a big event, wearing a fancy dress and looking pretty? It’s everything Nayoung would ever want to feel like an actual princess.

“Whoa where we going dad!”

Areum shifts in the seat barking her head up when she heard this message.

“Wait what event do you mean?” Areum never heard of this until now.

Jeno smirks leaning by the doorway as he trails. There will be an upcoming event he was invited to by another company however due to personal long alliances with the mafia group he was able to come accord to those.

“I’ve got invited by someone to a company celebration. They told me to bring anyone. So I thought I could bring you and the kids with me?”

It might be a nice change to go to a fancy event with the children, perhaps even do something fun with them there while meeting new people.

She’d look down smiling putting the bottle on the dining table.

“I’d love to. Might be nice to get out there with the children don’t you think?” He nods hearing her say that and he smiles.

“Thing is the company owner has kids similar to the twins age so they might make friends there too. Who knows.” He suggests as he’d rather have an idea on what they would do there too.

Areum wonders. “Then what about you know… who will handle your work?” ‘She really wanted to say the base’ but she held herself back. The children aren’t aware of the actual behind the scenes work yet.

He replies causally. “Don’t worry I’ve got it handled. I made sure they will call me if they need anything.”

Nayoung cheers the loudest. She seems to be the happiest out of the rest at the table now. “yayyy! A party! Mummy can i wear my blue dress to the event please?”

Areum laughs a little. “You can but you have to finish your breakfast first.”

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Running through the clothes she has staring in the mirror with a sigh. She watches her body that has changed a lot over the years, it’s definitely not what it’s been like before.

Pregnancy changed her body shape a lot. It’s not like it’s completely different it’s not that much different from before but there are certain modifications definitely.

For example her chest grew a lot, which was to be expected. The hips are a little wider than before.

Thighs are thicker than they were before. It’s making Areum currently feel slightly more uncomfortable knowing the clothes might look now way too different on her than they did probably years before.

“What are you sighing about baby?” He calls out coming out of the shower with a towel on his waist covering the lower part as the other towel was drying out the wet black locks.

She stares in the mirror feeling defeated and broken in a way. She wasn’t feeling too good about herself now and it’s making everything look worse.

Areum never struggled with body perception until now it’s leaving her to change plans.

“I don’t know — I just don’t look good wearing my old clothes before it’s making me wonder if i shouldn’t go at all.”

The moment he heard Areum speak about what she’s seeing in the mirror was the complete shocking opposite to what he’s seeing. She was standing in the mirror with underwear and a bra on checking down every curve like it was a hassle problem but for him he loved the body she has now.

He thinks it suits her very well. If anything Jeno found it severely attractive that he can’t help but find his eyes constantly check her down shamelessly. He has no shame in it though.

None at all.

He comes from behind so he appears in the mirror giving a tight back hug as one hand drops on the stomach and the hip bone sticking on the service. He whispers. “Baby you’re perfect look, your body. It’s perfectly normal and fine.” Areum closed her eyes sighing. “I don’t know… I don’t— think it’s the same as before.”

He would kiss her head. “Trust me when i say that your body looks fucking amazing and it’s very hard to hold myself back right now with you standing in with barely anything on.”

Creeping blush on to her face Areum clears her throat and turns around to slap his arm pushing him back to keep a personal bubble now.

“Yah what— don’t say that so freely.” She warns turning around to look into the closet. Somehow this made her feel a little better about herself though, knowing Jeno loves her body and so she does too.

Although he didn’t back away just her until a very firm hand was placed on her back making Areum flinch in surprise feeling a gentle spank and a grope later with Jeno smirking widely — he felt so proud to be able to do that to his wife.

She turns around smacking his hand off. “Lee Jeno! Come on what if someone saw us.” She now said sternly but he comes forward pulling her on the bed more specifically his lap where she sat but he was on the edge of the bed.

Jeno grips and squeezes gently her thighs humming. “Let them see. We are a married couple we can do whatever now.” He teases singing it to her face it felt like a long warm embrace from him.

Areum looks away sighing. “You’re shameless.”

She hears a laugh coming from him enough to spike her neck as he doesn’t dare to deny it; who wouldn’t be shameless when they have Park Areum as their wife? He darn knows no one would be able to keep their hands off her.

Afterall she’s untouchable but she’s most certainly not untouchable when it comes to him.

“I’m just saying honey that when you arrive at the party with me, no one will be able to take their eyes away from you. You’ll be the main attraction.”

She murmurs. “Okay just…” pausing as she saw that he was still in nothing but a towel on her voice stains out like a piece of fragile glass. “You should get changed already.”

Areum gets off his lap leaving Jeno stay on the bed admiring her body from afar as she picks out a dress becoming satisfied. He would watch her put it on and he felt himself fall for his wife once more.

It’s a pleasuring hobby to see your wife get changed.

Until tiny background noises were heard shouting…

Bringing them back to reality where their children could be up to no good whatsoever.

“DAADDD!! I NEED HELP ZIPPING UP MY TROUSERS —“

“MUMMMM!! I CAN’T FIND MY DRESS —“

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music producer! aki would be such a vibe. I’ve been thinking about this for like a week and I resigned myself to accepting that Aki would probably never be an artist but I love music sm so I will force it by any means! Anyways….

Aki is an extremely loving, devoted and kind soul but he expresses his affection through his actions/acts of service. I don’t think verbally expressing his feelings is his strength. I imagine music being the perfect medium for him to express everything that he feels within without words, utilizing the universal language to reveal the profound emotions that lay dormant within his soul.

I don’t think Aki seeks fame or notoriety so he’d be that one producer behind all your favorite songs but nobody really knows who he is… It’s the allure for me. I can so see him with an underground fanbase that zooms in on celebrity studio pics and you just see Aki’s topknot sticking out and we’re like “THAT’S OUR MAN!” and the girlies make edits of that. There’d be such a sexy mystery surrounding him and who he is. He’d serve us once in a blue moon with the hair down look. Badboy Aki knows what he’s doing FR

I envision him being really active in the underground rock, metal and rap scene. But he’d always give smaller artists a chance. He’d definitely be versatile too like don’t act like he ain’t produce ur favorite pop song. He’s just skilled like that 💋

Winter instrumental album in Hokkaido that gets sampled in every song like???? Hair down, graphic t, (key word) BOYFRIEND jeans, black converse, silver earrings and rings but without the t shirt, jeans and converse is such a lewk

Concert date, studio date, him making you songs, singing to you at night, playing guitar to you and other devious business *wink*

I rest my case.

I GET IT I SEE IIIIIITTTTTTTTTTT

I always think about what kind of music aki would listen to, I think he likes softer stuff but he's into some rock as well. he really likes anything as long as it has a good sound to it. gaaaah and aki making music to express how he feels is such a perfect idea I love it so much, I think it really does fit!!!

as a music producer, he's pretty talented and his work is really recognizable. he's been making music ever since he was younger; he got super into it because it was somewhat of a coping mechanism after he lost his family. he gets hired often and he has a hard time turning down any job because he wants to experience as much as he can. he'll make beats for any genre of music, in any sort of style, but he really likes when he gets to make something sweeter, something that's more true to himself.

when he makes the rare original song, it's instantly a hit — not in the way that it's super popular but more like it resonates with a lot of people immediately. he rarely sings or adds vocals to his music (he prefers to use other people's vocals) but when he does... whew.....

he's kind of elusive cause he doesn't go to a lot of parties or meetups and tends to keep to himself. he's well respected by everyone but no-one in the industry really knows the real him or anything about his personal life. they know some tidbits, but not enough to really call aki a friend. I'm thinking of aki who has his hair half-up and wears casual band tees and has his ears all pierced... maybe some other piercings too... perhaps lip piercing or eyebrow piercing... GAH

you see him play in person at a set once and you're just like... wow. sometimes he djs or plays guitar for local events and he rarely talks to anyone there but he's super good at what he does and always seems so focused. you're pretty intimidated by him, in all honesty, but he's actually really kind once you get the chance to talk to him. you catch him while he's having a smoke outside the building, you compliment his playing and he says thank you, he's glad you enjoyed it.

omg thinking about his social media... he definitely has a faceless pfp and literally never posts pictures of himself so the rare pictures of him are just ones that other artists have uploaded when they took selfies with him. he never posts anything personal either, his posts are just so business-y and serious lolol

boyfriend music artist aki who will turn and smile at you when you're watching him from backstage... who not-so-subtly writes songs about you... who's a little shy when it comes to his singing voice but he'll sing you to sleep any time you ask him... who will have you feature as background vocals in his latest song and make everyone wonder who's voice it was..... he's intimidating to everyone else but to you he's the absolute sweetest

#SORRY I SAID A LOT BUT I TOTALLY AGREE WITH ALL THIS #HE WOULD BE SO COOL LIKE THAT SO COOLLLL #my brain is stuck on aki in an oversized band tee with multiple piercings I'm #ask mags #aki <3

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would genuinely buy merch of your characters!! put those lil things on a graphic tee or keychain

thank u 🥺🥺

i know of sites where i can make tshirts but not keychains, i need to do some research...

i'd also love to make toys tbh but i think my personal standards may be too high... i'd like the more sturdy kinda toy from my childhood :( i don't like how lightweight 3d prints feel. at least the ones i've seen. i'd also want them to somehow be perfectly industrially painted

#my art #me

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Young Rapper-Approved Fashion Collaborations

The collaboration between boohooMAN and DD Osama marks the online retailer’s debut collaboration with the 17-year-old rapper. DD Oasma is known for his hard-hitting sounds and global influence within the music industry. The collaboration with boohooMAN sees the duo releasing 10 looks that feature fashion-forward silhouettes like varsity-style jackets, graphic tees, oversized hoodies, and denim…

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Relationship with other members.

Maknae line

Han

Ever seen two completely idiotic best friends, have the time of their life, then get embarrassed by doing what they did, and shy away from the situation. That’s them.

Jisung and Hera had a rough start. Han, when introduced to the boys, got along with them right away. But when Chan brough in their female best friend and introduced as her to be a part of their group. Jisung was not on board. At least not right away. He saw he as the rapper competition right away. It took him more than a little while. And, with the dark introverted exterior hera has, she didn’t take any effort of her own. She honestly felt the instant vibe that Han hadn’t taken a liking as soon as she entered the band. She was riding too high on her ego, and so was he. Both of them, immensely talented, had a couple of clashed around, all the time.

It was not until they actually debuted together, that Han got off his high horse and Hera, let her ego go a bit and had a discussion with each other.

As she started to know him better, she realised he thrived better later in the night and that was when she would go over to his room and just have deep, meaningful, heart-lightning conversations. Just like her, she could sense the boy was battling some of his own demons, while fighting to stay still in this creative world of theirs, Right away, she realised, long conversation were his way to go, that was his way to get off all the stress off his back. And so she did exactly that.

Hannie treasured her. After their friendship began flourishing, he had gradually developed a slight crush on her, and admired every little thing she did.

He was and still is a huge fan of her style, her aesthetic, her swag and just the way she carries herself. He loves that about her.

When they hangout, he generally prefers to take a lot of tips about style, mojo, groove, pop culture, and seeks inspiration off her.

Will turn anything and everything into their own music video. Then get anxious of the attention and embarrassment.

They are extremely chaotic together. Hannie with his constant energy, and Hera with her occasional caffeine rushes.

Also the one who got her hooked up on pre- show energy drinks.

Loves to tease him about the time he acted all hip pre debut.

Also thoroughly enjoys when she reminds him of the pre debut fighting phase.

She’s not the most goofy person on camera, but fans love that he brings out that side of hers’.

Industry proclaimed comedic duo. Han being the effortless comedian, Hera being the sassy comedian.

Han loves how effortless and easy rap music comes to her.

Loves to admire her sheer skill and aspires to achieve a part of it some day.

Although both of them have immensely high egos, they empathise with each other on a level, unknown to the other member, and even stays.

Even though Hera is younger than Han, she can sense his difficulties, far before his body alters him, before his body goes into panic.

Hera only owns large oversized graphic tees. Han steals Hera’s graphic tees.

Neither of them can help but bicker All. The. Time.

Would spend hours in front of their laptops at 3am, laughing like a drain over some clumsy baby videos.

Their chemistry while rapping, is OFF THE CHARTS. (2/2)

Han, for some reason, loves to nap in her bed.

Loves to poke his cheeks while he’s eating.

The duo is always upto no good. Constantly plotting something.

Pre debut Hera had noticed that Han’s anxiety has different levels. Every single one of them have different ways to calm down. But one that Hera knew would work best for Hannie was, Music.

It was just something she knew Changbin and him had in comma. Their love and passion towards music.

To help him, she had made a playlist of soundtracks that would calm him down, but she never gave it to him until one night, a couple of months after debut, when she left it as his desk, from an anonymous person.

They have similar likings when it comes to shows, animes and cartoons they like to watch, and love to wear the costumes and attend cons of the shows. The number of times, both of them have walked in and out of their rooms, wearing the most atrocious costumes, without batting an eye, is hilarious.

Felix

Hera was never the one to say she adored someone. But when she met Lix, he grew on her. Anyone talking about Felix, her ears go on high alert. He’s her own little sunshine who helped her get through so many times in her life when even she was having a hard time understanding herself. Lix just has a way with people and with Hera, he never had a particular approach. She was his cushion to fall back on after a rough day.

In general equations, one of the other would baby the other. But in their relation, both of them babied each other equally. It was a funny, adorable caring relation, that just seemed too good to be true at time.

They met when Chan introduced another aussie to the group in middle school. Felix was so wholesome, no one even thought to bat an eye when he was introduced and that made him very comfortable. Especially since he was worried if he would even fit in or get along with their already tight knit group. But it didn’t take long for them, neither did it take any time for their parents to both with each other.

Lix and Hera were that duo who would simply make the best of any situation. The adorable duo. Everyone could just stop whatever they were doing, to simply watch them be themselves. They were that adorable. The members could help but be overprotective of the duo, since they were one of the youngest and just seemed to want to live a happy life.

In the beginning, training years at JYP, Felix was having a terrible time. Not being able to speck their language, not being able to keep up with the schedules, their health standards. But just as Hera came along, he was back to being himself. He began trying to take care of her health, and she began fussing over his. Both of them had a chemistry of just a sunshine sibling.

If lix wanted to jump off the tiny ledge at the end of the walkway, she would run along to catch up to him, just for them to hold each ither’s hands and jump off.

Over all, if a third person was look at them, they would probably say that these two cant even be friends. Hera was the dark broody goth that loved dark humour, action movies and sitting in a dark room by herself. Lix was everything but that. He would be the happy go lucky, light humoured, always jolly, bright little young boy, who would light up the entire rooms just by walking into it.

Once they debuted in 2018, Lix’s health took a toll for the worse. And took a while till the members realised this but not Hera. She was the one who noticed something off in Lix’s eating manners. They would all eat together usually, but since Hera’s ED triggered off, she began eating by herself. When she noticed lix would eat with the members for only once a day, and even then he would just have the bare minimum. He had gotten extremely lean over the past couple of weeks and Hera knew that’s just not how he was. Lix loved trying different food, he loved baking and cooking his favourite foods, he loved reading up on new recipes to try for the other members and all of sudden, all of this had just stopped.

Hera, knowing well how these thing turn out, she took baby steps. For moths, the two of them would go out for coffee, every single day. Without any of the other members. Just the two of them. Felix even tried questioning her or even ask her if why don’t they go for a meal instead of a coffee everyday, but she never answered him. Instead, she consistently focused on making sure Lixie ate a little something at the café they went to along with their drink, for at least a couple of months. Later then, she began asking him out for just lunch. No matter how busy their schedules got, they always snuck out for food. They even got yelled at for this by their managers but she couldn’t care less. Lixie was doing well. Although, through all this, her ED went unnoticed by most and she felt like she could get away with it.

Would play video games for countless hours if not supervised.

Feeding each other food off their plates.

Borrows money from Changbin and Lee know to buy him everything he wants.

Loves to click pictures for him

Would physically shove people out of their way to ensure the other one’s comfortable.

2nd on the list of cursing the most amongst them. Tied with Chan.

Although she’s not a fan of skinship or cuddling, she lets lix cuddle with her for a couple minutes. (cuz’ she knows that something that gives him the energy he needs to survive)

Lix is not an aggressive person, but all the best if you harm her, or touch her in any way she’s uncomfortable.

Tried convincing her to join taekwondo with him as a kid, but she ended up joining a boxing class alongside Chan and Minho.

Were and still are each other’s companions when they don’t understand something of the Korean language or tradition.

Dirty mind dirty mind.

If Felix wasn’t an idol, his job would be constantly holding back Changin and Hera from throwing hands. If Felix was a sassy passive aggressor, Hera and Changbin were direct, physical aggressors.

Hera was the first to notice Felix struggle with his sexual identity but since she was young, she didn’t know how to deal with the situation. But she also knew telling someone was not the best decision so instead she simply approached the topic through humour and jokes, normalizing the concept of being yourself, and choosing whatever identity you liked, without facing any judgement. Until one day, he came up to her to tell her the fact that he might be bisexual.

They were both incredibly comfortable in each other’s company.

The duo, along with Hyunjin, was quite popular in the kpop industry for constantly trying to normalise fashion standards, Asian beauty standards of being fair, spot less skin, lean or skinny, manly, masculine/ feminine, etc.

(Three of them loved to wear genderless clothing.

Clothing has no gender. It shouldn’t. – Felix)

She brings out the chaotic, sassy, energetic side of Felix.

Loves to buy him americano’s with heaps of sugar since he doesn’t like the bitter taste. She only buys it cuz’ she loves his hyper, over energetic side.

She loves to watch him while he makes brownies. She knows they are his way of calming his mental state and being in the moment.

Seungmo

The peaceful, well behaved duo.

If you want to hangout with them, their policy is *No Nonsense*. You’ll be silently judged before probably declined friendship.

They are weirdly never sassy with each other, but the sass, sarcasm and constant aggression in continuous with all the others. They prefer not to let the others breath. You let them take a breather and, well, down it goes.

The duo, when together is the most undefeatable, powerful duo ever. Nothing can plough their confidence, nothing can shake their opinion. The simply unbothered, self assured, independent duo.

Growing up, after Minho and Changbin, Seungmin was the next person she would go to. They have a silent way of communication every single thing on earth. They occasionally talk about how something they did was really good, or terrible. But most of their conversations are just silent affirmations.

Which also another reason why fans often forget the two of them know each other just as long as Changbin Hera and Lee know, know each other.

Seungmin, although not being that older than her, has a very mature attitude towards life. Live it while you can, don’t pick on the things you dislike, try to thrive in the ones you have. This mature attitude of his something that comforts Hera in the most tense situations. If she doesn’t have anyone around when she sense a panic attack coming in, she silently just walks over to Seungmin and holds his hand.

Hera is known for not liking affectionate gestures or any sort of skinship, but when she’s anxious, holding seungmin’s hand just makes her feel at home. Seungmin, generally, being a savage person, softens up right as she holds his hand. He is aware of the way Hera’s anxiety treats her, and knows that in the moment, nothing needs to be said. All he has to do is calm her down, hold her hand and simply continue your work.

During their school days, they would usually go to Chan or his house right after, and finish their school work. Seungmin came from an extremely wealthy family and had one of the best backyard set ups for when they were all kids.

Their relationship is something very mature and comfortable. Often misunderstood as strangers as they are not vocal of physical with their affection towards each other.

Off camera, they are the ‘Chill duo.’ Most of the time, when left alone, you would find them napping together or silently admiring each other.

Seungmin loves coffee just as much as Hera. Where=never they are on tour or in a new place, once settled in, the duo along with Lee know goes to grab some peace alongside a cup of americano, usually to a new, up and coming café. They love to experiment with their drinks.

Seungmin knows how important it is to keeps one’s lifestyle healthy, and has seemed to manage the perfect balance. But when it comes to Hera, he is constantly concerned as she struggles with her relationship with food.

Growing up, the group (Lee know, Changbin, Seungmin, Bangchan and Hera) loved to try out new places. Most of their time together would be just grabbing some food or drinks. As Hera grew up, began putting effort in keeping her body muscular, going on jogs with lee know, going to the gym with Changbin, Seungmin realised she had developed an unhealthy relationship with food. After trying to talk to her about it indirectly he realised she had developed a border case of ED. He did not want to pressurise her if she wasn’t comfortable talking about it but he tried his best to help her in unintentional and suggestive ways. Till date, he helps her find peace with a healthy balance.

The only one who calls him by his English name. (he loves it)

Fans have multiple compilations of Seungmin just staring at Hera from a distance. Admiring every little thing she does.

Growing up, in around second grade, Seungmin had developed a little crush on her. The duo still talks about it but he has now moved on. They are much more comfortable talking about it openly. Hera has even told him, if he would have asked out, she might have given it a thought but that was all there is to it. She simply liked him as a friend and not more. She had the feels for someone else.

Seungmin had always noticed the way Changbin and Hera felt about each other and has constantly tried to push them toward each other.

He openly ships Hera with lee know as well as Changbin.

Although he has some feelings for her, he doesn’t anymore. In fact, he loves her more like a younger sister now more than ever.

Seungmin grew up wanting to do everything for her. Keep her happy and overjoyed. He realised food was her language of everything. Though his teenage years he learned to cook from his mother and father, and just as he began developing a liking for cook and cooking especially for her he began taking courses in his college years, just so he could ensure Hera ate well.

Sibling duo (1/2)

‘I resent him (Seungmin). Just need to put it out in the universe.’

Will call him literally two mins later to ask if he can cook for her?

Would do the most random weird things with her, just to make her smile.

He loves to sing with her even though they have such vastly diverse styles. He loves that their voices align and harmonise with each other’s with so much ease.

Would leave everything and anything to come running, just to watch her perform or play the drums.

Would never let a single person, a different idol look at her in any other way but admiration.

Both of them LOVE ruffling each other’s hair up. It annoys the hairstylist but the two of them still do it regardless.

Seungmin’s rebel streak or his little spark to mimic JYP, or make fun of the members is a result of his friendship with Hera.

She is secretly very, very proud of him when he mimics their boss, comes up with a savage reply, or simply just specks the reality of what or how he really feels.

Even though they are not allowed to, Seungmin has spoken openly about how their management ill treats them on certain occasions, how Hera is forced to go on diets, how she, in particular, is asked to act a certain way or dress a certain way. Despite their staff constantly telling him not to speak on those topics.

Seungmin is a silent observer. Only his biases are aware of this fact. Hera realised this growing up. All three of the boys around her were silent observers.

During concerts of on any occasions when he senses he anxiety taking over, or just her getting quite, he slowly walks up behind her and snakes a loving arm around her waist or just rubs her shoulder, bringing her back to reality and comforting her from escaping the truth.

Their love language is through gestures. He is constantly glaring at the staff, making sure she is getting all the things that she needs. He’s sprinting after her with his jacket just to cover her up.

She loves to fix his bangs, make sure he’s smiling with all his teeth. She knows due to such a wide exposure at such a young age, Seungmin grew up reading hate comments about his smile and gradually stopped smiling with all his teeth. Hence, to shut down the ugly haters, she loves to yell “smiles everyone. Sky, BIG smiles.”

Seungmin is not much of a physically aggressive person but when they are travelling and the airports of other public places are packed with people, he has been seen shoving people out of the way, helping Changbin and Lee know protect Hera from other creeps.

Inne

Right since the first day they met, he has viewed her as his older sister. Even though she’s younger than him.

Loves to call her noona just cuz he knows it gives her the feels.

Ultimate crackhead energy. These two can never be left alone together.

There is not a single ounce of normalcy in their blood.

The most gen z duo. Infamous in the entire industry. They love to make other members feel old.

The classy duo who’d either be causing chaos in the back or chilling to a level that nothing could possibly bother them

Even though she’s younger, she’s the mom for him. She whacks him around, makes sure he isn’t doing something or saying something that would get them in trouble.

The amount of times she has forced him to wear a dress or do a wholeass photoshoot just because she was bored.

The unbothered savages. The two of them can and will get out of situations where they don’t want to be, with absolute finesse.

Hera was the one to introduce him to newer concepts, and make him feel more than comfortable in being himself, in his own skin.

Right in the beginning, they took a little time to develop their relationship. Hera grew up with a bunch of boys and so did I.N, both of them were major introverts and had to take serious efforts to hit off a conversations. But gradually the efforts seems to pay off and now their relationship is something known in all of kpop industry. They are the standard sibling duo, who are a major pain for not just their parents but also all f the other members.

There was an incident when the rest of the group had to leave for some work and I.N, Hera, Yeonjun and soobin were left with each other. By the time the rest of skz members came back, Soobin had ripped all his hair apart, simply trying to understand the ways to contain these wild teenagers.

Chan finds it more than adorable how Hera mothers jeongin around.

There relationship is mostly chaos unfolding by the minute. There is not a single thought behind their actions.

The maknae duo.

Sibling duo (2/2)

They look like they are constantly plotting something against the members.

They know they are loved and adored and use it for their advantage.

The sheer number of times Chan has noticed the glint of mischief in their eyes before the do something to each other. Poor chan. They are an absolute menace to him and he has given up on keeping them in check. He secretly loves it and loves to live his childhood through them.

Hera loves to keep an eye on him. He pretends it annoys him but secretly loves it.

The duo hates physical contact. Repulse it.

Hera is his number on supporter. Would yell and literally hit anyone who say anything about him.

Loves his voice and makes sure he takes good care of it.

She is his comfort. Usually tends to come to her whenever he needs reassurance

She is his own personal hype girl. In the beginning it was always about how adorable and handsome young man he was, Now it’s more of, ‘man, Innie is hot now’, ‘Whatever the fuck happened to baby bread.’

Loves to remind people that the baby bread ain’t baby no more. He’s a grown ass man.

She is what makes him feel like home.

They binge on shows, tiktoks, social media all the time.

The stylish, streetwear duo.

The only time when Innie acts like the older out of the duo is when he has to make sure Hera is eating well. He loves to spend money on her or take her own on quick store-snack dates mid rehearsals.

He admires her relationship with lee know and Changbin . it reminds him of his brothers back home.

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artneversleeps Haitian Villagers Photographed Wearing Donated “Slogan' Tees from America by Paolo Woods

The fashion industry produces 92 million tons of discarded fabric each year. We’re able to grasp a rough understanding of a t-shirt's life cycle, from manufacturer to landfill.

While the majority of textile waste fails to encounter a preceding owner, few rays of hope glisten in second-hand shops and complex recycling processes. Often successful, chains like Value Village manage to breathe new life into pre-loved items, selling cheap, accessible alternatives to brand-new goods. This method is effective, but far from perfect, prompting international agreements akin to Haiti's very own 'Pèpè' trade. In the city of Port au Prince, the country's waterfront capital, lies a market known as 'Croix-des-Bossales'. A place that houses millions of pounds of America's most outrageous, unwanted clothing.

Here, it's nearly impossible to stumble across anything purchased outside of the Western world, constantly importing undesirable graphics that just simply didn't sell.

Arriving in massive bails, the garments are often sold for less than a dime, which in an impoverished market, allows local citizens to wear quality clothing at a cheap price. On the surface, this idea appears as a great small-scale solution for our global textile crisis, but has ultimately created some larger economic issues.

As the markets become saturated, tailors are forced out of business, and more ironically, the majority of these items are being produced in Haiti's local sweatshops prior toexport. On top of that, those wearing the clothes are unaware of each slogan, speaking Creole as a native dillect.

Words by @archivethreads

Soundtrack: Europe Is Lost by Kae Tempest @wetwicksdry

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Erik Steel took a seat across from Phone Sex Operator and Private Dancer, Carmella Brown. She’s 5’6 with her body covered in light brown freckles and skin that reminded you of honey. Her hair is styled in an up-do with tap-in installs and some of the hair framing her round face. Her lips are succulent and full with cherry gloss. She’s wearing a dress that will have heads turning for all the right reasons in that show-stopping dress. It features a white textured material with a lace-up design and ruched detailing. Her bountiful cleavage is thrust up and out and her shapely thighs looked silky smooth and oiled down.

Erik didn’t think to dress up for the talk with Carmella Brown but he wished he had. He simply wore a graphic tee with hoochie daddy shorts. Nike Dunk’s on his feet and gold jewelry hanging from his neck and wrist completed the street style. He gave Carmella a hug and then walked back over to the empty red, swivel barrel chair across from her. They are at Fantasies Nightclub in Miami in a back room where some of the most iconic interviews within the Adult Entertainment industry happened. A camera crew of only a few women sat out of sight to capture the moment. Erik’s entourage remained outside of the room nursing drinks in their hands or smoking weed.

Erik admired Carmella from head to toe. Her nails are short and sharp like she was ready to claw a nigga back up. It was something about that nude color on brown skin that did something to him. Her toes are the same nude color with the faintest and most crisp white french tip he’d ever seen. Her heels down to her pretty toes looked good enough to taste and if it wasn’t for his mouth gripping on the edge of his clear plastic cup filled with Casamigos, she would have seen him drooling like a baby. Through her dress, Erik can see a pink gem dangled belly ring. She looked fuckable; like she came there to get bent over and taken care of. Even after filming two threesome scenes in one day, his dick was standing tall and ready to salute.

“I’m sitting here in front of Mr. Kill Da Pussy himself,” Carmella said with a flirty smile, “How you doing?”

Erik’s posture in his seat—legs wide, slouching, drink in his hand, handsome smile with gold slugs beaming at her—Carmella wanted to suck that nigga dick.

“I’m decent. A little tired from shooting all day but otherwise I’m blessed, you, gorgeous?”

“I’m good. You know…making shit happen as usual.”

“I know. I’ve been keeping up wit’ you. Been meaning to see you dance at that private club.”

“You should definitely come see me,” Carmella said with a blush, “It’ll be worth your while.”

“Is that right?” Erik challenge with a sly smirk.

“You’ve been keeping up wit’ me so you should know.”

“Miss. Brown. You gotta chill,” Erik spoke with a laugh.

“What am I doing? I can’t help that I’m so charming.”

“Aight…play if you want to…that charm will get you in a lot of trouble and I ain’t just talkin’ shit either.”

“You definitely don’t give off a shit talking vibe. You look like you mean what you say,” Carmella said with her voice low and sultry.

Erik wanted to Carmella so bad. He’d wanted her for a while but every time he asked her if they could link up and film she would give him excuses. Erik could read through all of that shit. It wasn’t excuses, it was fear. She was afraid to take that big dick of his. He hoped that tonight would change all of that.”

“So, we just sit here and ask each other questions?” Erik asked.

“I believe so,” Carmella turned her attention to the camera crew for confirmation, “Yep. So you go first.”

“Nah, ladies first,” Erik said.

“Fine,” Carmella clicked her tongue, displaying a tongue ring, “Missonary or doggie?”

“That’s easy. Both.”

“Uh! You gotta choose one, Erik!” Carmella exclaimed.

“Well that’s not a fair question. Missionary ‘cause her face is pretty and I can suck on the titties and the toes…doggie ‘cause I like to watch that ass clap back on me and the look over the shoulder she do when I’m in it bring out the beast in me…so my answer is both. I’m sorry, cutie, can’t chose. You?”

Carmella rolled her eyes, “Fair enough. I like missionary better.”

“You—never mind, next question,” Erik chuckles, dimples deep.

“Unh uh! What were you gonna say?” Carmella questioned.

“You would look good in missionary.” Erik admitted.

“Why was it so hard to say that?” Carmella asked, voice sounding a little lighter.

“I got a question,” Erik smiled when he noticed how annoyed Carmella was when he didn’t respond to her question, “why phone sex for a living?”

“Because I have a voice kink and apparently my voice is sexy as fuck. I like the mystery of it too. It’s exciting to talk to this stranger on the other end of the receiver and they tell you their deepest, darkest fantasies. It also plays into my role play kink too. I can be somebody different every time I take a call.”

“That makes sense. I mean, I love that shit too. And your voice is very very sexy. So…maybe we should set up a time to have phone sex? Whatchu think, mamas?”

Carmella blinked at Erik with her dreamy eyes and whispy lashes, “I’m down for whatever.”

“You can be my nasty little slut who can’t make herself cum and I’m daddy,” Erik said.

“Oooh, that’s my favorite fantasy too. So, who would call first?—this is a new question I guess?”

“Yeah,” Erik shrugs, “So…you call first. I’m fresh out the shower, naked beneath the sheets, I’m just about ready to close my eyes but I see you callin’ so I pick up.”

Carmella smiles, “I put on my best voice and ask you to talk me through my nut.”

“And now I’m up beating my dick to your moans and instructing for you to play with that pussy.” Erik said.

“Okay…so when do we plan this?” Carmella inquired while twirling some of her hair around her finger.

Carmella and Erik laugh together.

“My turn, daddy, so…tell me what turns you on?”

“We’d be here all night,” Erik extends his head back and stares at the ceiling in deep thought while swiveling in the chair, the length of his throat on display for Carmella to look at, “I love it when a chick grabs my hand and guides it to where she want me to touch her.”

“Mmm, that’s so sexy…what else?”

“…kissing and licking all over my dick and then she look up at me and tell me she wants more with the sweetest most innocent voice and of course she calls me daddy too. Playing shy but you’re really a freak. Smelling good, tasting good, toes pretty—shit, anything.”

“Mmm, so would I qualify?” Carmella asked with an arched brow.

Erik’s eyes scanned Carmella’s body from head to toe like he could see past her clothes and directly at the body God blessed her with. Carmella nibbled on her bottom lip and gave him the sexiest stare down.

“You definitely check off the list, baby girl…but I ain’t taste you yet.” Erik said with a deep rasp that oozes sexual tension.

Carmella crossed her legs and exhaled with a shaky breath. Erik took a sip of his drink and made sure to lick his lips real slow so Carmella could see why all the girlies said his lips are pussy pillows. No wonder he received consecutive awards from the AVN awards three years in a row for best tongue game in the business currently. Carmella recalls an entire compilation of videos with Erik Steel just eating pussy. He did it so nasty and with so much skill that amazed Carmella. He moved that tongue and worked that mouth like he had a mechanical jaw.

“My turn. How you like your puss ate?” Erik questions, pulling Carmella from her thoughts.

Carmella didn’t falter when she answered, “Unexpected, knees to my ears, a lot of eye contact, and messy.”

“Mm,” Erik has his cup to his mouth and his eyes trained on Carmella’s lap, “Is she phat?”

“That’s TWO questions. It’s my turn,” Carmella sat up in her seat, “tell me about a naughty fantasy that you have?”

“Damn…you can’t tell me if she phat though?”

“Answer my question, Erik,” Carmella spoke playfully.

Erik screwed his lips up in thought. He would cut his eyes at Carmella from time to time and catch her staring straight between his legs. He knew she could see it. It’s her own fault that he’s rock hard. Good conversation and sexual chemistry makes big boy stand up from zero nudity.

“So…picture that it’s dark. Like…everywhere around you is dark…you got the visual? Aight. Now…picture a low ambience but it’s igniting only my naked body covered in oil and a woman that I don’t know sitting between my legs. So, this woman is stroking my dick…just stroking me and edging me and I’m just giving into her, letting her take control. At the end of it I have the biggest nut I’ve ever had in my life and I don’t know who this woman is but…it turns me on so much that I don’t need to know. All I know is that her hand is soft and buttery and she pump dick like she do it for a living.”

“Wow…that’s—that’s one hell of a fantasy, Erik. You should definitely make a porno to that, seriously. Like a series where you can re-enact your fantasies. That would do so well.”

Erik cocked his head to the side as he stared Carmella straight in her eyes like he was staring into her soul or reading her mind, “If I do this, you gotta be apart of it, Carmella. You know I’ve been trying to film wit’ you for the longest.”

“I’ll think about it,” Carmella blushes.

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