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

love that the song that goes “you with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes” applies to Percy and Annabeth for both the books and the show

☆　EYES FULL OF STARS　( 박후민 )

genre hurt/comfort , baku x fem!reader   cw spoilers for weak hero class 2 (fic takes place sometime during ep 6) , injuries (cuts and bruises) , not proofread   wc 800   request yes   note there's no one more obsessed w ryeoun's big beautiful eyes than me i could post a gifset of baku later (i did make this gif just for the fic tho ejkfjkd)   net @kstrucknet

You don’t remember much before you blacked out. Union guys threatening you, some with weapons, some just with words. Na Baekjin asked you where Baku was. You wouldn’t tell him. Maybe you should have risked his safety to protect yours. He was physically stronger, a skill fighter, and smart in these kinds of situations. He would’ve handled it, like he always did. But he was pushed between a rock and a hard place, and you just wanted to give him a break for even one day.

After he had refused to continue doing Baekjin’s little tasks, he came to stay with you. No one knew about you. At least, Baku thought no one knew about you. It wasn’t hard for the Union to track you down, figure out the connection between you two, and use you as leverage to get to Baku. Baekjin freely used your boyfriend’s friends and father, and now you.

You attended a completely different school; only saw Baku on some days of the week. You kept yourself out of the trouble the guys were facing. Baku didn’t want you to get involved in any way, and only told you the least concerning parts of what was happening. It shouldn’t have to concern you what mess Eunjang High was facing. It was his job to deal with it. He never thought Baekjin would somehow get his hands on you.

When Baku got the impudent call from Baekjin asking if he would still refuse to do what he wanted when they had you hostage, he saw red. More than a few faces left bloodstained that night. Baku left with you in his arms. 

You stirred in his arms halfway back to your apartment, groaning in pain and blinking your eyes open. He walked a little slower and held you a little tighter. 

“Baku… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. I should’ve made sure they never got to you. It’s on me for thinking they wouldn’t find you,” he sighed, gulping down the guilt and trying to find the means to smile. For you. 

“Hey… I’m okay. You got me now,” you closed your eyes again, smiling through the exhaustion and pain. Being in your boyfriend’s arms always gave you a sense of comfort. Even when you had bruises all over your body and multiple cuts. Even when you could still picture it all fresh in your mind. 

Baku had the basic first aid kits in his room, along with plenty of bandages he was used to applying by himself. He made sure you were comfortable on his bed before starting to inspect where all your injuries were.

“Tell me honestly. How badly did you beat them up?” you asked, nervous for the answer. Baku knew not to cross the line, but there was no one he was more protective over than you. As soon as you got hurt, all sense went out the window. You could imagine the levels he could reach to get back at them. 

“They’re all still alive,” he said carefully, flashing you a reassuring smile that did nothing to curb your worries.

“Park Humin.”

He frowned, hands pausing their unwrapping of a large bandage. “Don’t call me that.” 

“Baku,” you corrected, your voice softer this time. “Violence isn’t the answer for violence.”

“It’s the only language they understand,” he said simply. “I don’t like it either. You know I’d never fight someone unnecessarily,” he reached for your hand, the gentle squeeze he gave you enough to relax your tense muscles. 

“I know. I just don’t want you to get hurt too.”

He nodded, “I’ll make sure I don’t then, okay?” He smiled; the kind of big grin that you could always count on to make you feel better. 

“Okay,” you smiled as well. More tentative and held back than Baku, like you knew that the situation was much more complicated than promises to not get hurt could suffice for. But you chose to let his words silence your anxiety for a while. For the current moment, you were both safe. That was all that mattered. 

“Let’s get you bandaged up,” Baku got back to work, disinfecting any scrape or cut and covering them with carefully placed bandages. Each time you winced from the pain, he would kiss you gently, and by the end of it, the pain wasn’t so bad anymore. 

Some people only saw your boyfriend as loud and overbearing, while others feared his physical strength. Most students at Eunjang High respected him, but rarely did they ever get to know him. Few knew the challenges he faced, and even fewer knew how caring he truly was. 

But you knew him inside out, and if there was ever anyone who you would stick by for the rest of your life, Baku was just that. 

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Man In Love - Zhang Hao

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

genre : fluff, comfort

wc : 1215

cw : mentions of cigarettes and smoking

note : this chapter includes spoilers for boys planet finale

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

no you have to contribute to your fandom if you don't want it to die. most fandoms die because people say 'it's so sad watching the fandom die when the hype dies' without doing anything about it. I'm not saying you have to push out 100k word slow-burn fic, I'm not saying you have to make fan art or gif sets or edits or anything. I'm just saying we as a community should contribute to our fandom if we don't want it to die, and by contributing, I'm talking about giving kudos, commenting on your favorite fics, reblogging your favorite art and just talking about your favorite characters. that's enough to keep a fandom alive. that's the most effective way to keep a fandom alive in my humble opinion.

fandoms die because people stop talking about it, fandoms die because people stop engaging with fan content once the hype is gone. what I'm saying is, mainstream media's hype may be gone, but our fandom can stay alive and thriving if us as a community don't let it die.

Please, you are my hope to save my family from hunger and death

I hope that my message reaches all the free people in the world and those with compassionate hearts. I ask you to save my family, because they are in danger.

Every day we face death. the situation is dangerous. There are no necessities of life. No food, no milk, no diapers, no medicine. All goods are at ridiculous prices. My little daughter has hepatitis C, and she suffers from a high temperature and lethargy in her body. The fear of losing her became very terrifying for me.

Living in Gaza is very stressful. This war kills without mercy. We are in very great danger. Bombs are over our heads

Every minute poses a threat to my life and the lives of my family, so I ask you to help me quickly. Your contribution, no matter how small, can make a big difference in their lives. Or share this link with your network.

Thank you for your kindness and support of my story

I hope you don't ignore my story. You can make a big, big difference. I am in a very difficult situation. I'm so tired. I'm very tired. But despite everything that's happening, I'm fighting. All I have left is my beautiful family. I have no one but them after I lost many of my friends and relatives, our home, my future, my university, everything. I am fighting for my family. I hope you don't stop reading my post. I really need you so incredibly much. I want you to be by my side and support my story. support me. I want you next to me. This is not just a request. This is my call. I hope my words and message reach you

praying for you and your family, shahd 🙏🏻 i hope you and your family can evacuate safely and quickly!

SHAHD’S GOFUNDME

SHAHD’S STORY

PALESTINE MASTERLIST

Hello dears! I am asking you to support my campaign to help me reach my goal. I am now in bad need your support to help me stay alive and safe. Gaza is a very dangerous place either on the level of livelihood or on the level of souls. I need your monetary support to enable me to get the basic needs for my family till Rafah crossing point reopens to move my family to safety and peace. Please help a family be alive through your small donations or througn your shares to others. Thank you so Much for your stand beside people in need.

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Peace be upon the daughter who helped her parents grow up. Accepted their cold shoulder, excused their anger, pardoned their mistakes, taught them how to be human. Peace be upon the sister who paid the price of rebellion. Screaming to her fullest, shaking like a leaf but standing tall, never letting the dictatorship go without a fight, paving the path for her siblings to breathe easier. Peace be upon the first child of an immigrant father. Aching to find their own purpose in life, firm in their own beliefs, contradicting generations and generations of cultural values. Peace be upon the girl who shouldered her mother's trauma. Swindled it into her own, morphed herself into an image of the womb she once resided in, immersed herself into troubles that weren't even hers, covered up scars that she couldn't even recognize. Peace be upon the woman who forgot who she was. So determined to be the savior of everyone, to fix her family, to nurture and love everyone around her. So deeply lost that she forgot she's just as worthy of love. Peace be upon you.

IM SO PROUDDDDDD

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