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bluehwale · 2 years

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not what i wanted, but what we need | c.s.

summary. are breakups usually this hard? you don't know the answer to that – choi san is your first love and your first ever heartbreak.

pairing. idol! san x trainee! reader

word count. 1k ish

genre. don't be fooled by the header because this is ANGST (my fave genre <3 don't ask <3), established relationship! breakup! that's it. just angst. san cried. you cried. yeah.,, i wrote this while listening to day6's so let's love so it'd probably heighten your reading experience if you listen to it as well

note. this is my first ever writing since i was 13 so pls ! lower ! your ! expectations ! i wrote this in one sitting and it's like three am so forgive me if you notice any grammatical errors,,,, ily, hope u enjoy!! (psssst btw,, my asks are open for just about anything rlly)

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"Don't say that."

"_____, listen to me," San pleads, desperately clinging onto his hold on your wrists that you're struggling to escape from, frantically shaking your head over what he just said. "Please. Listen to me."

If his previous statement didn't already painfully clutch at your chest, the sight in front of you definitely would. It's a rare occurence to see the boy cry – not because he lacks the emotional bandwidth to do so, but because he strives to always be the source of joy for others around him. Seeing him strain himself to not let the gathered tears on his waterline fall forces the lump in your throat to grow in size, lodging a sick feeling in your chest that worsens the shortness of your breath. Still, you won't, can't, let him go without putting up a fight. "I won't hear you. You don't mean that."

You don't even notice the tears that slipped out your eyes until San shifts to place his thumbs on each side of your cheek to wipe them away. The corner of his lips curl into a shaky smile as his pupils trace over every detail of your face, as if this would be the last time he gets to see you.

"We both know this day would come," he softly starts, gently brushing his thumb back and forth in hopes of comforting you. Much to your distaste, your body instinctively reacts as it always does to his touch; calming down your rapid breaths to a slower pace. "We're not supposed to last and you know that."

There's a crack to his voice as he said it, as if he himself understood perfectly the implication of his words but refuses to let the fact that it's happening right now sink in. His head tilts to the side as he brings his hand to caress the underside of your face and pull you closer to him. His smile morphs into a crushed expression at a closer look of your face, the realization that he'll probably never get used to the absence of you and your warmth causing a tick to his jaw.

"But I love you," you say, hoping the three words reign enough as a reason to make him stay. You edge closer to him, feeling your hands inch to wrap underneath his arm and rest your head against his chest, memorizing the thrum of his heartbeat.

"I love you," you repeat.

"So do I. So do I, angel. I love you so much, you have no idea." San cradles the back of your head to his chest, placing his chin atop your head, letting your bodies bask in each other's embrace.

"But we know we'll get tired of this. The hiding, the distance, the waiting," he continues. "We could barely keep up with video calls and texts while I'm away, and with your upcoming debut, we'll barely have any time for that."

As much as you hate to admit it, he's right. Ever since his debut a couple months ago, you barely see each other due to his busy schedule and him flying overseas. You can see through the exhaustion he tries to hide in video calls when he forces himself to stay awake just to see you. You're so unimaginably happy for him to finally achieve his dream of debuting, but a selfish part of you hates it for taking him away from you.

But you get it. You understand. You have the same dream as his after all.

You peer up at him, your teary eyes unblinking while you drink in his soft eyes and prominent dimples as he flashes you a small smile. The silence tells him that you agree to what he said, as much as it pains you.

"So this is it then?" you whisper, grasping the back of his shirt tightly, in fear of eventually having to let it go. To let him go.

"We'll still be there for each other," San rasps, a choked out sound that barely escapes his throat. He's trying his hardest to hold back his tears and puts up a show of maintaining the smile on his face that you know is for your sake. To show you that everything is going to be alright. That, maybe, just as this relationship isn't meant to last, then this break wouldn't last either. "I'll always be there for you. Whenever you need me. I'm here."

This is goodbye.

You feel yourself losing your composure again at his words, your features strained and breathing ragged. A choked laugh erupts from you as you sniffle, using the underside of your wrist to wipe away at your eyes and backing away from his hold. "San, you're making me cry harder."

San internally frowns at the removal of your body from being molded against his, but lets out a chortle at your remark for the sake of maintaining a semblance of normalcy. "Sorry for that."

You look at the man in front of you, the only man you've ever known to love. You don't think you'll ever stop loving him.

"I'll always love you," San wins the unspoken race of saying it first, provoking you to playfully roll your still teary eyes at him which he smiles at. "I'll bring you everywhere with me, right here." he grasps at the left side of his chest – at his heart. "You'll always have a place in me."

"You're everything to me," he breathes.

"You are to me too," you mutter softly. You then jokingly bring your fist to punch at his upper arm, eliciting a dramatized groan from him. "Don't forget about me now that you're famous."

Translation: I'll always love you too.

His curled eyes remain hollow even though he showcases a wide grin at your teasing and its underlying meaning, his dimples carving deeper into his skin. He's back to adopting the cheery persona he's used to, although he knows he'll never be the same. "Shut up, you know I'll always be your number one fan."

Translation: I'll wait for you. For us to happen again. Someday.

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sunghoonalter-archived · 2 years

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Idol pairing: Jake x fem!reader

Genre: pure angst

Wc: 3.2k

Warnings: profanity, mentions of alcohol, just a lot of toxicity and arguing.

Synopsis: He loved you, he really did. Yet you showed him time and time again that he meant borderline nothing to you anymore, that you knew he loved you too much to leave you until he decided to prove you wrong.

Okay but like this feels badly written, especially the header but I really did try my best so I hope you guys enjoy it! I wanna thank @taeyongslilkitty for letting me take part in this collab, it sure was interesting to write lmao. So it's not massively depressing so here's my loose take on Day6's I Loved You with the theme of emptiness!

Feedback (especially rbs and comments) is hugely appreciated🤍

Heeseung sequel

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There he was. Once again, on the couch in the living room with his phone in his hand, waiting for the tiniest of communication from you.

Having called and texted uncountable times, he tosses his phone next to him, placing his head in his hands. He's worried sick about you, knowing full well you're pulling the same shit you always did.

His leg bounces in nervousness as he keeps waiting, but stops once he hears the doorknob rattle, grabbing his phone.

You stumbled into the house, obviously tipsy again with a dumb smile on your face. Closing the door behind you, you toss your keys onto the counter next to the key holder, not even bothering to put it in. Only then did you look up.

"Oh," you say nonchalantly. "Hi, Jakey~"

"Where were you?" His tone was stern as he began to approach you. "It's nearly 4am."

"I was with [best friend's name]," you lie, trying to walk past him only for him to scoot in your way.

"No, you weren't." He lifts his phone to your face, showing you the conversation he had with her. She had said she hadn't seen you just before 9pm.

It was as if you'd immediately sobered up when you saw the texts. "Where were you?" He asked one more time. You remain silent as his nose scrunched, smelling the alcohol on your breath and clothes.

"Why didn't you answer any of my calls or my texts?" He moved on. "My phone must've been on do not disturb, sorry about that," you fake smiled to try getting out of the situation. "But I'm here now."

He then stuck his hand out. "Give it then."

"What?"

"Give me your phone," he raised his tone ever so slightly. "You have nothing to hide, right?"

You let out a dry laugh. "I'm not giving you my phone, Jake. Now get out of my way, I wanna go to bed."

You try pushing past him but he stays in place, keeping his hand out. "Jake, move."

"Not until you give me your phone." You can't bring yourself to look at him as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and handed it to him. You stood awkwardly as he unlocked your phone, a disappointed expression immediately crept onto his face.

He turns the phone towards you, scrolling through the notifications of his missed calls and unread messages. "I didn't think it was that important," you mumbled as he made his way to open the voice-mails he'd left.

"Hey, where are you? It's getting late, are you okay?"

"I'm a little worried, can you please just call me back?"

"Please answer me."

"Y/n, if you can tell me where you are, I'll come get you, just please answer me."

It was only a few of the voice-mails he'd sent that he played for you. You tried taking the phone from him, but he pushed your hand away as he continued scrolling.

"Give me my phone back," you demanded as you try to grab it again.

"Seems the sound is on," he said, completely ignoring your demands. "Perfect signal so messages can be sent. Nothing seems to be wrong with your phone so I don't see how you couldn't have sent even an emoji to let me know you're okay."

"Look, I forgot, okay?" You start raising your voice as you stop trying to reach for your phone.

"Forgot? Or just chose to ignore me?"

Your jaw clenched as you rolled your eyes. "Fine, I ignored it but I won't do it again next time, okay?" He gives you your phone back with a soft scoff.

"Which is what you said last time," he said as he moved to the couch. "When you stayed out for three days, ignored me, came home, expected me to welcome you back with open arms and kisses but got angry at me for being worried? Is that what you mean by next time?"

"That was just a one time deal," you crossed your arms across your chest. "I told you where I went and what I did, what more did you want from me?"

"I didn't want you to lie." He sat down with a sigh. "You lied about where you went and lied about what you did."

"What, are you keeping tags on me? Do I have to call you every 3 minutes to tell you what I'm doing?" You started getting angry at his accusations.

He didn't look at you. He didn't have the energy to look at you. "No." He stayed calm. "But you don't have to lie about stuff like that or at least tell me once in the night that you're alright so I'm not stuck at home wondering if you're safe."

"I'm literally a grown woman, I don't need to tell you anything and everything when I go out by myself," you scoffed as you then turned to move the keys you'd flung onto the counter into the holder.

He closed his eyes before muttering. "There you go again." But you managed to hear him and look at him with confusion. "There I go again with what?"

"With that," he said. "That reasoning that you're a grown-up and don't have to tell me anything."

"But I don't," you said nonchalantly.

"No, you don't. But not when you have someone at home that you gave specific times at to when you'd come home only to leave them thinking you'd been kidnapped or murdered."

You rolled your eyes once more. "Jesus, Jake, you're being dramatic, it's not that big a deal."

"Of course it isn't to you because, unlike you, I tell you exactly where I'm going and exactly who I'm with so you know I'm okay," he leaned back into the couch. "You always have to know what I'm doing but it's none of my business to know you're safe, right?"

You breathed out as you looked at him, not noticing that he hadn't spared you a glance since you walked in.

"That's because I care about you," you tried to defend yourself.

"No, you don't," he chuckled. "You don't give a flying fuck about me."

"How can you say that?" You asked, confusion evident in your tone as you walked toward where he was seated.

"How many times have you said that in this month alone, hm? How many times have I walked through that door ten minutes later than the time I said I'd be home only for you to yell and scream at me for no reason other than me not answering a text you sent just two minutes before?"

"I was just a little wo-"

"You were worried?" He finally looked at you without a single emotion in his eyes, finally confronting you. You nodded.

He moved slightly to be able to face you completely. He didn't know how he was able to stay so calm as he spoke to you. "You weren't worried for my safety, you just don't trust me."

You reached for his hands, wanting to clear up his accusations sincerely only for him to retract them, not wanting you to touch him in the slightest. To say he was sick of you was an understatement.

"I trust you, I trusted you." You blinked in surprise when you heard him speak in past tense. "I leave you alone, let you have your freedom and fun while I sit at home waiting until the ass crack of dawn, to the point where I'm too exhausted to function or work or anything."

"Okay," is all you can say as you keep your gaze down. "I won't do it again, I promise."

"I don't believe you." Your head shot up, seeing his deadpan expression. With his face that emotionless, you could see the darkness underneath his eyes from his sleepless days and nights.

"I'm tired," he said as he lightly scratched the back of his head. "I'm tired of this. I'm tired of you."

"You're disappointed in me," you mumbled as you fiddle with your fingers, not wanting to look at him out of guilt. You were right, but he wasn't just disappointed.

"I fucking hate you," he moved forward to hold his head in his hands. Your gaze shot up to look at him with complete disbelief and hurt. "W-what?"

He lifted his head for you to see that pained smile. That smile he made when he'd laugh off something that made him angry, refusing to let anger blind his judgment. But this wasn't one of those times anymore. He let out small chuckles as he rubbed his hands, laughing at himself for being such an idiot for thinking you'd change.

"I hate you," he repeated. "I'm not gonna forgive you or accept your promises and hold onto false hope. Because if I do, I-"

He stopped mid sentence as if to find the right words to express himself while all you could do was wait in anxiousness, just hoping and praying for something but he stayed silent longer than expected and you two were left in complete silence.

"Jake, please say something," you whispered, wanting so desperately to look at him but too afraid to meet his gaze you knew would be full of misery. "Anything."

"If I accept you again," he finally spoke up. "You're just gonna break my heart again. Like you do, every single time you lie to me and hurt me. I don't know why you can't just come out and say you don't love me anymore because it would hurt way less than this."

"What are you talking about?" You practically gasped at his words. "Of course I love you, you mean everything to me."

Yet the very second you reach out for his hands once more, he retracts them again but with a look of slight disgust on his face. "I don't mean anything to you, I'm just something you can shamelessly make miserable and know it won't leave you because it loves you too much to leave."

'Miserable?' You thought as your eyes began to tear up slightly. You didn't think you were hurting him, let alone that badly.

"But that's exactly the problem." He got up from the couch. "I hate you just as much as I love you and it's ruining my life because it's too overwhelming for me. It's killing me because I have to deal with both my shit and yours."

You bit your lip as you finally look up to see him looking everywhere but at you, keeping his arms crossed against his chest as he slowly paces around the living room. You knew you'd hurt him once he started cursing, once he started pacing.

But what you didn't see just yet was the fully packed suitcase near the front door that he'd been living out of for the past few days, waiting for your very last fuck-up and you'd so lovingly provided him with his last straw.

His slight laugh catches you off guard before you could even think of something to say. You look up at his smiling face that was hiding so much pain struggling to contain itself. You didn't need to be up close to see the confusing mixture of emotions in his eyes. Either it was nothing or it was everything at the same time.

"Wait, are you crying?"

You blink rapidly as you touch your cheek, not having noticed a tear had fallen.

"What makes you think you have any right to cry?" He asked. "You don't deserve to even shed a tear when I've already done all the crying when you're not here. When you leave me for days on end with the uncertainty that you'll ever come back."

You never imagined him crying, let alone over you. He never cried as he always stayed strong for you. You wanted so badly to shake the thought off; what his crying face looked like as he cuddled your pillow, thoughts rushing through his head of you leaving him and never coming back.

"I'm sorry," you stood up, just about to walk up to him when you stopped dead in your tracks. "I swear, I promise, I won't do it again. Just please believe me."

"Just be quiet." He pinched his forehead with his index and middle finger. "Just, just stop talking."

The silence is deafening as the two of you just stand in the living room, neither knowing what to say or do. He drops his fingers as he continued his pacing. His hands just wouldn't stop moving as he touched his nape, ran his hands through his hair, stress evident by his body language alone.

He couldn't think straight with your constant empty promises filling the room. It was tiring listening to you talk to the point where if he just wanted to block you out.

"I just can't believe after all this time," he muttered. "I still loved you."

"Everytime something goes remotely well, in that moment I forget how much I practically resent you." You try swallowing the lump in your throat and blinking away tears from his words.

"I don't know what to do anymore," he looks up as he stops pacing. "I don't want to love you because it hurts, but I don't want to hate you either. I don't want to feel anything when I look at you."

He's still refusing to look at you and you refrain from trying to touch him, knowing he'd just push you away like you constantly did. "I don't want to anything you. Love, hate, like, dislike, pity, none of that. Just nothing."

It takes you only a few more moments to finally realize his suitcase by the front door. You were too oblivious to notice it earlier from your tiny attempts to redeem yourself like you always managed to do.

"Quick question," his voice catches your attention. "When's my birthday?"

You blink at the sudden question, wondering what it's significance was. "What?"

"You heard me, when is my birthday?" He repeated. You're stumped, left staring at him like an idiot as you try puzzling it out.

"It was last week Wednesday," he sighed. You were gone that Wednesday. "What's my dog's name?"

Your brain was practically wrecking itself to find the answer but it just wouldn't come to you. Maybe it was from the amount of alcohol you had that night or from you just not caring about the littlest things about him.

"God, you fangirled over Layla when you met her, now you can't remember her name?" His tone raised slightly, echoing against the walls. "Okay great, proof you don't care enough to remember small things, so one last one. When's our anniversary?"

"Uhm," is all you could mumble as you looked around the room for even the slightest clue as he stood in disbelief that it would've been your anniversary in two days time and he already knew you'd forgotten.

"I knew it," he finally laughed. "I so fucking knew it." He ran his hand through his hair as he reached for his phone and checked it, shoving it into his pocket.

"You really were one of the biggest mistakes of my life."

It felt as if everything around you shattered when he said that. It was relieving yet so painful to say but he knew he needed to. You had to know what you did to him and you needed to know in the worst way he could possibly deliver.

Suddenly you heard a hooting sound coming from just in front of the house. The car's lights flashed through the windows, giving Jake enough time to make his way to his suitcase.

"Where are you going?" You looked up when you heard the doorknob rattling.

"I'm leaving," he said as he opened the door. "I asked Heeseung to pick me up, because I just can't do this anymore."

He's faced away from you as he speaks, just about to move when you grabbed onto his sleeve, unable to hear his light sniffles past your own.

"Please, don't go," you begged.

And when he turned around, it hit you like a ton of bricks. His sudden bloodshot eyes and tear stained cheeks that weren't there just moments ago was the last thing you ever wanted to see, and it was your fault. You caused the very thing you never wanted.

"Don't look for me," he said before pulling his arm away. "I'm not coming back."

You had no choice but to release his sleeve and watch him walk out, Heeseung climbing out of the car to help Jake put his suitcase in the trunk. It was as if, in the smallest of moments, Heeseung looked at you with genuine hate for hurting Jake the way you did, making you feel every ounce of guilt you deserved.

Watching them drive away was even more painful than you thought as you finally closed the door. The house was quiet apart from your sniffling and heavy footsteps.

"It isn't real," you mumbled as you made your way to your bedroom. "It's just a bad dream, he's not gone."

You keep trying to believe the words you were repeating, hoping you'd wake up later and he'd be there, glad you were home and ready to help you change your toxic ways as you got changed for bed.

"It's just a bad dream," you muttered as you cuddled up with his pillow, trying to take in his scent to help you believe he was still there.

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When waking up, you always expected to be greeted with strong arms and a warm embrace, gentle breaths with a soft heartbeat. You always woke up feeling protected and loved yet, when you woke up, you felt empty and vulnerable.

"Morning, J-" You prepared to say only to find no one next to you. Just a pillow and cold sheets, where he was supposed to be. "Jake?"

You looked around as you got up, going to his closet and near shocked to see it was completely empty. 'No, it can't be.'

You scurried out of the room, expecting running water and soft humming from the bathroom, being met with deafening silence.

"Jake?" You called out once more as you scurried through the house in search of him. "Where are you?"

Near nothing of his was left behind, it seems he came back while you were asleep to get his other belongings. You finally grew scared when the realization set in. You didn't want to face reality, the reality that your boyfriend was no longer in your life.

But you were forced to. He left, and he's never coming back. You ruined his life, ruined his heart and had no choice but to accept that it wasn't a bad dream.

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kwanisms · 9 months

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I'm back bitches

We have 12 days left of September, which means Spooky Month officially starts soon & you know what that means.

🌕 Kinktober 2023 Creature Feature 🌕

But it also means that the long overdue sequel to Did You Hear That? is coming! She's a hefty girl with just over 18k words so desktop may be the best option to read and reblog as mobile has issues with anything over 10k.

It also means, the three spin-off pieces for the Library of Illusion are coming as well as a little piece I've written for Joshua. All in time for Spooky Month!

Along with Kinktober I have a few announcements. See more under the cut!

First, I have made the decision to add NCT (all sub-units), Day6, Super Junior, & Wonho to my archive. I no longer feel inspiration to write for them and do not want anyone waiting for content for them. I hate to leave Day6's Creature Feature unfinished but, sometimes that's the way things happen. This decision is final but I reserve the right to change my mind at any time.

From now on, I will be writing exclusively for Seventeen, Stray Kids, Ateez, & TXT. My rules for Kai (TXT) remain the same: absolutely no smut. That is my son. My child. I will also only write for Yesung and Z.Tao when the inspiration comes. My brainrot for both of those men is insane.

In addition, as my masterlists for these groups continue to grow, I will be creating masterlists for individual members.

That being said, I obviously won't take down any of my posts for these new archived groups, but I will change the masterlists just a bit so navigation is a tad easier.

Second, I will start using my other blogs effective immediately. I have a lot of sideblogs.

I will be using my main to reblog everything but my writing. All pictures, gifsets, etc will be posted there from now on.

I will also be using my recs blog, which I plan to redo entirely with a new tag system.

Third, I want to remind you all that my inbox here is always open. I love receiving mail. I love talking & interacting with you.

The anon feature is on so feel free to use it however, if you use it for hate, I will turn it off again. Don't be a coward. If you're gonna be mean, don't hide behind the anon feature. Face me instead.

Fourth, I will be reviving ask games and I encourage you to participate! It can be a lot of fun.

On the topic of asks, all asks not related to ask games will be answered every Monday and tagged as ' mailbox monday 💌'

Lastly, a friendly (and not so friendly reminder respectively) that empty blogs, meaning blogs without headers, pfp, posts, etc will be soft-blocked.

Soft-blocking is blocking and unblocking a blog so it forces them to unfollow you. I will be keeping track of the blogs I soft-block in a Google Sheet and if you follow me again without at least changing your pic and reblogging a few posts, you will be hard blocked.

Hard blocking means you will not be able to interact with my content (liking or reblogging).

Now for the not so friendly reminder;

if your blog does not have an age indicator on it (i.e the year you were born, your age, etc) YOU WILL BE SOFT-BLOCKED AS WELL. IF YOU DO NOT ADD AN AGE AFTER THAT, YOU WILL BE HARD BLOCKED. I will also be keeping track of these blogs. Ageless blogs and minors are not welcome on my blog. If you have turned 18 this year, PLEASE CHANGE YOUR AGE INDICATORS ON YOUR BLOG TO AVOID BEING BLOCKED.

If I find out a follower has lied about their age, I will be adding you to a blacklist I share with Cult of Dionysus. Keep in mind, we do not seek out minors to add them to the list, we only add minors that have interacted with our nsfw content. MINORS: PLEASE DONT IGNORE OUR BOUNDARIES. If we say do not interact with our content, we mean it. We have these boundaries for a reason.

I hope you look forward to what I have planned this month and please enjoy the spooks, the thrills, and of course, the smut. Thank you for your continued support as always. See you soon~ ʕ ◦`꒳´◦ʔ — booki。

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kwanisms-replies · 1 year

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main for kwanisms. you can also find me at: recs ・ reads ・ aesthetic ・ moonsugar

❀ a small about me ❀

Hi, I'm booki or simply ki。

I'm in my early 30's

I'm a multistan and follow many kpop groups and have been since 2007.

My top three are seventeen, stray kids, and ateez.

I also love txt, twice, day6, itzy, nct, super junior, bts, shinee, exo, monsta x (and wonho), got7, big bang, sunmi, chungha, queen wa$abii, futuristic swaver, flowsik, psy, KARD, a handful of western artists, and some j-pop/rock/rap as well.

I'm based in the US (CST). My best friend is Sky (@/yoonguurt).

I love animals and my favorites are snow leopards, red pandas, and giant pandas. (Though I'm pretty partial to any kind of bear and anything raccoon or fox-sized). I don't have any pets currently but plan on getting some soon.

My dream job is to work in China at the Chengdu Panda Breeding Research Center but I'll settle for a caretaker at Seoul Grand Park Zoo.

I used to be big into anime but I'm more of a casual fan now. My favorites of all time are: Haikyuu!!, InuYasha, Fruits Basket, Sailor Moon, and Tokyo Mew Mew. I used to cosplay and attended anime and comic book conventions for 12 years. Suffice it to say, I'm a veteran when it comes to anime and k-pop.

If you couldn't tell, I love the color pink lol

Something to consider:

My writing blog is 18+ and minors are not welcome.

Obviously, I can't stop yall from reading, just know if you are a minor and I see you interacting with my content, you will be blacklisted and blocked. No exceptions. 18+ means just that. 18 and older. If you don't have your age listed on your blog, you will be blocked. If your blog is blank (i.e: no header, no icon, no title, no reblogs) you will be blocked. The tiny robots that live and work inside [tumblr] will assume you are a bot if your blog is blank. If you're just here to read, I understand but at least customize your blog so the content creators you follow KNOW that you aren't a bot.

Lastly, this website is about sharing content. It's not like Instagram or Twitter. Likes, while appreciated, do absolutely nothing to boost our posts. Reblogs do. Side blogs are incredibly easy to make here. I would know, I have far too many than I care to admit. Please, please, please reblog and leave feedback. It helps us creators learn what readers like and dislike. It also helps our posts reach a wider audience.

anyway, that's enough from me, bye bye for now~ booki ❀

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formulateez-replies · 11 months

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hello! this is cher/cherrie from formulateez !

ʚ get to know me ɞ

twenty. she/her. filo. kpop + formula racing enthusiast. us based (est).

i first got introduced to k-pop back in 2010-2011 when my neighbor showed me shinee's lucifer and ring ding dong. i didn't really start liking k-pop as a whole until around the second half of 2015!

my ult groups are currently ateez, enhypen, xg, nct dream, le sserafim, newjeans, and txt. (can you tell that i'm a hybe stan...)

i also really like (g)i-dle, &team, astro, aespa, boynextdoor, bts, day6, dreamcatcher, exo, fifty fifty, fromis_9, got the beat/girls on top, got7, history, ikon, infinite, itzy, ive, kard, knk, loona, monsta x (+ wonho), nct (as a whole, i'm just more of an nct dream stan), nmixx, nu'est, onlyoneof, p1harmony, pentagon, pristin, red velvet, seventeen, sf9, shinee, sistar, stayc, stray kids, the boyz, teen top, triples, twice, and vixx. (this is in alphabetical order, not in the order of which i like them. a good portion of those groups are my old ults or disbanded groups. i've have a lot of ult groups throughout the years.)

my fav f1 drivers are cl16, ln4, op81, and mv1.

i have only been into formula 1 since dec '22. i'm still learning a lot about the sport and the drivers as well!

my fav f2 drivers are al12, jd14, dh1, and ob8.

i have only been into f2 for a few months, it's the same case as f1, i'm still learning a lot about formula racing and its drivers as a whole!

my fav f3 drivers are pa1, db2, and sm14.

i also support hamda alqubaisi, bianca bustamante, and chloe chong!

i also used to be in a heavy emo phase (i never actually left it) and so i do enjoy a lot of emo/rock/metal music!

i'm not into much anime anymore but i'll occasionally rewatch some of my favorites or i'll end up watching newer shows with my boyfriend. the animes that i've enjoyed watching in the past are soul eater, black butler, haikyuu!!, ouran high school host club, and free! my current favorites are cyberpunk: edgerunners and chainsaw man!

i also have a side hobby of gaming! i wouldn't necessarily call myself a gamer since i don't play that many games. you'll usually find me on minecraft, the sims 4, roblox, or destiny 2! i also occasionally will play fortnite with friends (i'm just not good at pvp games so i tend to not play them that much; UNLESS it's arsenal on roblox. i kick ass lowkey in that game.)

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i'm, technically, very new to tumblr. the last time i was active on tumblr was back in 2017-2018. a lot of the information stated above was learned from other blogs such as:

kwanisms

ncteez

(this post and my navigation is also very inspired by these two blogs since i had no clue how to format either of these </3 they're also super friendly, really great writers, and deserve the follow <3)

the dividers used are from cafekitsune!

the photos of seonghwa, aki, and charles were all found on pinterest but they've been in my camera roll for a little bit so i don't recall who they belong to.

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