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catching-bananas · 3 years
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your lover playing with your hair or vice versa.
With YUESING PLEASE 🥺🥺
I love whenever we see a post about hair our braincell instantly thinks: Yuesing
"This is ridiculous."
"Shut up and close your eyes."
Sing huffed, but closed his eyes as commanded. He dipped a little more into the tub, swishing his arms through the water like a four year old. Yue squeezed some shampoo into his hand and began scrubbing Sing's scalp. Sing rest his cheek against their thigh, sighing as Yue massaged between the strands.
Then, without hesitation or warning, Yue dumped an entire bucket of water on Sing's head.
"Hey, what the f*ck?"
Yut-Lung stuck his tongue out at them. "Sowwy," they laughed. Pushing Sing back down gently, they began rubbing into his hair once more.
"What are you doing now? Conditioner?"
"Relax would you."
"Sorry for worrying about what you're doing with my hair."
"Keep this up and I'll leave."
Sing sunk back into the water, "Sorry..."
Yut-Lung melted a little and kissed Sing's forehead. "Sorry. I got a little aggressive."
"Sorry for getting snappy," Sing leaned into his hand a bit more. "That feels nice."
"Good. Now I'm going to condition it."
"You didn't do that yet?"
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norisquared · 3 years
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Banana Fish Valentine’s Prompt Week!
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@catching-bananas​ and I have been working hard over the past month to bring you these prompts, spanning over the 8th to the 14th of February! Any ship, the prompts can be combined to create any sort of plot.
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Prompts: 8th: Surprise 9th: Music/dancing 10th: Chocolate 11th: Last minute 12th: Handmade/sentimental 13th: Touch 14th: Cliche
Post any works under the tag #bfv2021 so we can have a look at them!
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chaoslynx · 3 years
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Idk if you do YueSing, but could you do “Please don’t cry.” pls if you do
“Yue?” Sing asks softly.
They’ve been in the mansion for a while, just ... well, enjoying each other’s company, if Yut-Lung is being honest with himself.
But now Sing is pulling out that voice, and Yut-Lung doesn’t know what to do about it.
Yut-Lung clears his throat. “Yes?” he asks.
“Why did so many people have to die?”
Freezing up, Yut-Lung sucks in a breath. This is a difficult question under normal circumstances, and it’s made worse by the fact that Yut-Lung knows which people Sing means.
And knows that every single one of those deaths is, at least in part, Yut-Lung’s fault.
“I—I’m sorry—” Yut-Lung stammers.
“Sometimes I do blame you,” Sing whispers. “I don’t hate you, but ... Sometimes I get so angry.”
Not sure how to respond, Yut-Lung just wrings his hands in his lap. Sing sits across from him in an overly plush chair, Yut-Lung sprawled out on the couch.
Sing sniffles. Oh no. No, this can’t be happening. Only Yut-Lung is allowed to cry in his mansion.
“But right now?” Sing continues. “Right now I’m just sad.”
“Please don’t cry,” Yut-Lung says quickly. “I don’t ... I don’t know what to do if you cry.”
“You don’t have to do anything, Yue. I just ... Sometimes you just need to cry. You get it, right? I’ve seen you cry a million times.”
But it’s different. Yut-Lung has always been pathetic like that. Sing is supposed to be the strong one between the two of them.
“Sing ...” he starts. “What, um—what do you need right now?”
Sing shakes his head. “I don’t know. I never know anymore.”
“Can I ... I mean, would you like me to comfort you ... physically?” Yut-Lung winces. “I mean—not like—”
“No, I get it, Yue,” Sing says softly. “And ... yeah. Can you just hug me?”
Yut-Lung nods, and crosses the space between them. Sing sobs, standing up to meet him. A little stiff, very awkward, Yut-Lung wraps his arms around Sing’s shoulders.
“I wish we had met under different circumstances,” Sing whispers, burying his face into Yut-Lung’s shoulder. “Like—normal kids at a high school or something. People who could be together, without being ... like us.”
Yut-Lung blinks. He’s never even considered something like that. His wishful thinking always takes different forms. His mother never dying, or his father still taking care of him. His brothers never existing. He’s never thought about ... being normal.
But maybe he wants to, kind of.
“It’s not too late,” he whispers.
“What?” Sing asks, startled.
“I can make it happen. We can—It’ll be easy to fake a background, and we can go to school. We’ll always be ... us, but maybe we can be ourselves in a different world.”
Sing nods against Yut-Lung. “If you really think we can do it ... I think I’d like to try. But I’ll still be mad at you.”
“That’s okay. You don’t have to forgive me.”
Sing is silent for a bit, long enough that Yut-Lung thinks the conversation is over. He wonders if he should pull away or not.
But eventually, Sing says, “I might. Forgive you, I mean. ... Eventually.”
Yut-Lung sucks in a breath. “I’d like that,” he whispers. “If you could.”
“Maybe,” Sing responds. “Maybe.”
Prompt list!
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mika-c0re · 4 years
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I commented this on someone's Tik Tok but I want to put it here.
Ash, his gang (so skip, bones, kong ect), Eiji, Shorter, Sing and Yutlung have karaoke nights.
They have them at Shorters family restaurant when it's closed for the night and they all have a lot of fun.
Ash and Shorter rapping to something stupid and everything laughing at them, Bones and Kong doing the same thing, Eiji and Skip singing a very childish song and everyone finding it adorable, Ash and Eiji singing to couples and Yutlung and Sing doing the same thing.
It takes a lot of convincing from Sing to get Yutlung to join but when he does he has lots of fun and his generally smiling, Ash is also generally smiling.
Eiji has a amazing singing voice and Ash can't believe it. When Eiji sang a solo song in japanese Ash was smiling like a idiot the whole time. He's truly in love with this boy.
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luftballons99 · 5 years
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a curiouscat anon requested trans yut lung and my brain came up with this
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lee-yau-si · 5 years
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chicken-dumplings · 5 years
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Familiar.
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incorrectbananafish · 5 years
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I am just going to speak about YutSing on my behave yes in America there are 14 years old in middle school but there also are 14 years old in there first year of high school. A 14 year old dating a 16 year old will get you some looks depending on the genders. From my personal experience . I can tell you that dating between a 2 year age gap can get you some looks from people cause not everyone is going to approve the relationship and not everyone is going to accept the relationship. I am not saying I dated someone who is two years older than me or who is two years younger than me. But I did encounter this kind of situation by a few times. One during my freshman year where I got asked out by an upper classmate. ( Note I was still 14 and about to turn 15 by the end of the first semester) Second during my sophomore year of high school. This time someone younger asked me out. The reason why I chose not to accept anyone one of them was because the consent age of ny is 17. So If I happen to date someone who is two years older than me he can go to jail if he where to turn 18 and I was still 16 because that counts as statutory rape. The situation applies the same if I where to date someone who is 2 years younger than me. So in conclusion I don’t mind YuSing it’s just that I don’t sexualize theme because due to the law and stuff.
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OK TBH I HIGHKEY FORGOT THAT YOU USUALLY START AT AGE 14 IN AMERICAN HIGH SCHOOLS ASLKFJLSAKD, that somewhat changes things. if it’s a high schooler dating a high schooler, it’s a little bit of a better situation. still though, looking back comparing my ages of 1st year to 2nd-3rd year of high school, I definitely wasn’t the same level of maturity and I think most people can agree to that for themselves as well.
again, I can see the age differences being both an issue and not an issue at the same time. a 2nd-3rd year dating a 1st year is okay at best and disgusting at worst. I really think Yue Lung and Sing are a case of their own in the end. 
the main reason why I’ve stopped thinking about them in 100% romantic terms is because I realized, no matter the age difference or whatever, they’re still kids with a whole ton of issues to deal with. Yue Lung and Sing both have their respective baggage, which they help each other out with, but I think dating is something that might be a little far off in the future because they need to focus on themselves first. given that, I still see them exchanging small romantic gestures on occasion, like kissing hands and giving each other nice gifts. like I said before, their relationship is hard to explain in a conventional sense. I think they’d be good in a weird lil “between” space where they do romantic things but they haven’t quite put a label on it ^^;;
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cceewweed · 7 years
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When the world falls down around you, and hope is lost, when you find yourself alone, amid a lightless place, look to the distance. Know that I am there, and that I watch over you always. Farewell, dear Noctis. Me as Lunafreya Nox Fleuret Photographer: Yutse Chang
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praguethewienerdog · 5 years
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Posting here too!
Some Yut/Sing that came from a headcannon I shared with @misterpoofofficial 
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catching-bananas · 3 years
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Trigger warning: mention alcohol, alcoholism, slight abuse, yelling, underaged drinking
"Stop looking at me like that."
"Like-"
“Like you want to fix me. I’m a person, not a thing. Get it right.”
Sing bit his lip, shuffling from foot to foot awkwardly. "I'm just trying to help-"
Yue reached out and grabbed his shoulder, yanking him forward to meet his eyes. "I don't need your help."
The younger boy grit his teeth as Yue dug his nails into his shoulder. "S-stop it Y-yue..."
"You're not going to get it until I drill it into you. I am not looking for help; not yours, not Ash Lynx, not anyone's, got it?"
Sing began to push Yue away physically. "I get it now let go-"
"Do you?! Do you get it Sing?!" Yue's grip tightened. "I'm tired of being this doll people have to fix, this puppet people have to control-"
"Yue it hurts let me go!" Sing pulled him off, only to fall backwards and land on his butt.
Yut Lung was still standing, glaring down at Sing trembling on the ground. Realizing exactly what he did, Yue bent down to Sing's level, the distress apparent on his face.
"Sing I-"
"Shut up Yue."
He flinched but quieted down.
"I'll be here whenever you need me", Sing said softly. "I won't pry if you don't want me to."
"Sing..."
"But you need to listen to me. I'm worried about you and your unhealthy ways of dealing with stress. You're an underaged drinker, who's favorite pastime is screaming at people."
"I didn't mean to hurt you..."
"Yue," Sing's voice was quieter now. "I know you. In that moment, you mean everything you said and now you regret it."
Yue swallowed back tears. "I'm sorry...", he choked.
"Promise me you'll get help. Please."
"I-"
"Promise me."
Silence. "...I promise."
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norisquared · 4 years
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Sing: Did you fall from heaven-
Yut Lung: Are you implying that I’m like the devil?
SIng: No... that’s not what I-
Yut Lung: Thank you. That’s the nicest thing someone’s said to me in a while.
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catching-bananas · 3 years
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Sing: I've decided I've going to call my lovely boyfriend, Yut, by a new, gender-neutral petname.
Sing: OPPONENT!
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catching-bananas · 3 years
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Yue smirked at the outfit Sing was wearing. "But you're adorable."
Growling, Sing folded his arms and pouted. "Shut up."
Yut Lung bought it as a joke, but he had to admit the adult medium pink dinosaur onesie with blue spikes was a cute choice for Sing. Yue was surprised they got him to wear it.
"I hate this, can I take this off now." Sing pulled at the zipper in the front. "I feel like a dork, pathetic and soft."
“...but I like it when you’re a soft dork.”
Sing stepped away from him. "I shun those puppy eyes. Stay back!"
Yue slithered closer, fingers wiggling like he was playing a imaginary piano.
"Yue-AHH!"
He chased Sing around the living room before grabbing him and tackling him to the floor, taking themselves down as well.
Cheeks glowing red, Sing laughed dryly as he grasped for air. Next to him, Yut Lung curled up and rested their head on Sing stomach, out of breath as well. He smiled contently to themselves as Sing began to run his hand through Yue's hair.
"Now I'm sweaty because of you," Sing grumbled, albeit lightheartedly.
Yue huffed. "Next time you'll appreciate when I buy you something."
"Shut up."
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catching-bananas · 3 years
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Prompt: Yuesing where Sing is braiding Yue's hair for the first time. Again, only if you wanna - justficit
"Wow, your hair is really soft," Song whispered as he caressed his hand through the long black locks.
Yue huffed, shifting his bandaged arm in a less awkward position. "That's because I know how to actually take care of my hair."
"You say that like I have lice."
"With your cheap conditioner you might as well."
Sing gave Yut Lung's hair an 'unintentionally' hard tug, causing the latter to bite his lip.
"*sshole," Yue muttered.
"Sorry oh mighty prince."
"You're really pushing your luck."
"Look, do you want me to do your hair?"
Of course. Yut Lung's pride kept him quiet.
Sing took that as a win and began parting the hair into three sections. After checking to make sure that each part was untangled (under Yue's instructions) he began gently twisting the hair together.
"Do it a little tighter," Yue whispered.
Sing hummed in compliance. "Like that?"
"Yeah, that's good."
They fell into a comfortable silence. Yue relaxed into Sing, who was sitting on the back of the chair, and pressed his cheek on Sing's thigh. He felt a lull come over him, like he was about to fall asleep, because of the rhythmic movement of the other's fingers in his hair. Sing's fingers continued twisting Yue's hair and from his perspective Sing's braiding skills seemed amateur. Surprisingly, he didn't complain, even when Sing somehow poked him in the scalp with the bobby pins. He did think of some choice words when Sing intentionally poked him in the head.
"Are you done yet?" Yue genuinely asked.
"Almost..." Sing secured the end with an elastic band. "Alright, finished."
Yue smirked. "Let me see how terrible you did."
"There is a pair of scissors not two feet from me."
Expertly ignoring him, Yue picked up his hand mirror with his non-dominant and looked at himself. The braid surprised him.
What originally was thought to be bobby pins was really flowers. The braid started from the side of his head, rowed down, and flowed around to the ponytail which was sling over his shoulder. The flowers were placed sporadically in his hair, and it just hid the fact that the braid itself was horrible.
"It's sh*t, I know..."
"Yes it is, but I like it."
Sing blinked at him. "Really?"
"It's alright."
Glaring, Sing folded his arms. "So appreciative."
@justficit
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catching-bananas · 3 years
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Prompt: either yue or sing is kidnapped but make it crack. You know, like that meme - justficit
The power you gave me Imma take it and do garbage
“We have the leader of Chinatown”, the voice, clearly covered by some voice deepening machine, warned him.
Yut Lung sighed and sipped his wine. He didn’t wake up for this today. “Is he dead?”
“We’ll kill him unless we get 50 million.”
“50 million ha- Where are you going with all that money”, Yut questioned.
The silence on the other end of the phone was hilarious to Yue as he tried to sit up and put his glass on the coffee table. “No seriously, you think he’s worth that much to me?”
“...he...I, um...”
Yut Lung sipped the rest of his wine. “Uhm? What is it?”
“We’ll kill him right now!”
“Oh yeah? Go ahead, do it. Kill the bastard see if I care.”
Yue can feel the anxiety coming from the other end of the line. “You...actually don’t care...”
“I am tired, and I am too lazy to this today. It is Sunday, the holy day of rest, so my a$$ is not leaving this couch. If you want money, rob a bank.”
The line went silent again, before the person hung up. Yue rolled his eyes, hung up and tossed the phone on the other end of the sofa.
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“B*tch.”
Yut Lung groaned. All he wanted was to eat his ice cream.
“You really left me out to dry did you you...you-”
“Sing”, Yut interrupted, scraping what was left from the bottom of the cup, “I could tell it was you.”
The teen folded his arms and pouted. “How so?”
“One”, he held up a finger, “You used a voice changer. A terrible one at that. And anyone could tell that the person using it didn’t hit puberty yet.”
“Hey-”
“Two, you referred to yourself as the ‘leader of Chinatown’. Rookie mistake. If someone was to kidnap you thinking you was important to me they would say your name.”
Sing reddened from anger.
“Three, you asked for money without sending proof that you was truly in danger. And four”, Yue got up and walked over. “You did that cute thing where you stutter when you’re mad.”
“I- I don’t-” Sing stuttered. “I didn’t- f*ck you!” He covered his face and hung his head. “I didn’t-”
“If you thought that would work”, Yue teased, lifting his chin up. “You were mistaken.”
Sing dropped his hands and grit his teeth. “So you wouldn’t save me if I was in trouble.”
“I wouldn’t lift a finger, you know that”, he pulled him closer and kissed his nose. “But I would send an army.”
“I hate you.”
“I hate you too.”
(I literally wrote this in ten minutes while ignoring math class sorry if it’s bad...)
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