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tocupid · 10 months

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﹒peanut butter & tears

nonidol!beomgyu x gn!reader word count: 742 words masterlistwarning: use of substance (marijuana), substance abuse, cussing, undefined relationship, lmk if more synopsis: when things finally snap, what better to do than to get high in the flower field that you both met in? notes: finally got my ass up to work and since peanut butter & tears got released today and made me feel like i just had marijuana in me for days, i had to write SOMETHING!!! stan dpr ian btw. also i dont smoke weed so if it is inaccurate woops sorry drug addicts

inhaling parts of the rolled joint that you two passed around, fits of laughter and giggles came out your mouths along with the smoke. god you both needed this so badly, it was so nice seeing the colors of the pink flowers crowding around you and purple butterflies pop with no concept of time in your minds. everything felt so different, so right yet so wrong. beomgyu took another hit before letting it fall to the ground before rolling over to where you laid on the ground, zoning into the clear bright sky in your eyes and throwing an arm over you to catch your attention. turning to look at his brightly shining face, you simply admired the smile that crept onto his face while waiting for him to speak up. it was then that the seemingly sentimental smile turned into an innocent childish grin as he shouted out in a playful voice, "TAG YOU'RE IT!"

jumping up from the ground you chased after him as he ran away the field, stepping on some of the flowers, laughter and a few silly threatening remarks being voiced into the land for only you two to hear. after running around for a good 20 minutes, the two of you ran out of breath, leaving you to fall back onto the ground, getting another few puffs from the joint each. gaining beomgyus attention while blowing air in a pattern like you usually did when thinking prompted him to ask the obvious question after turning to you with half open eyes, "what're you thinking about?" you didn't bother turning to face him and instead continued staring at the vibrant sky,

"should we go back to the city later?" "night time?" "won't we get in bigger trouble if we get back later?" "who gives a fuck." "then we should leave soon, it'll take a while."

even if you didn't want to get up just yet, you didn't have a choice as beomgyu groggily got up and dragged you with him, packing up the few things you two brought. jogging over to the old rolls royce corniche 2000 that his father had handed down to him at 17 after buying himself a new 2018 lexus nx. throwing yourselves into the car, the engine started and soon you were both on the road, blasting songs, going at the highest speed possible, still taking hits whenever you wanted and helping him inhale whenever he wanted to as well while he drove. by the time you both got back to the city, it was 9:30pm and the sky had already darkened. this part of the city definitely wasn't the most luxurious, instead considered "underdeveloped" and "messy" compared to the rest, yet this was where people like them felt the most safe, even if it wasn't the most prioritized. everyone trusted everyone, knowing the invisible boundaries. leaving the car parked at the nearest spot he could find near the club they would be going to and jumped out along with you, not even bothering to lock the car.

entering the scene, the sight of smoke could be seen through the fluorescent lights and the scent of weed hit you both in an instant. walking through to the bar area, you ordered the usuals for you both, putting a little bit of cocaine you were able to get into them (with the consent of beomgyu of course) before taking a sip. the high feeling rushed to you both quickly, influencing you to stumble to the dance floor, dragging beomgyu with you before doing whatever you both wanted there. all you wanted to do was enjoy your time with your best friend, partner in crime, other half, lover (label or not), while you had the time to have no worries, worry about jobs, income, surviving. the same could be said towards you from beomgyu, not verbally, but just by being with you during these times, following along with you the whole time. it was never a burden and he was glad you both enjoyed the same things and going through the same things so you could understand each other. all he could wish was that it'd be over for you both together, where you wouldn't have to rely on drugs to feel free, and be stable enough to finally start the new chapter with an official title together. but for now, it'd just be eating creamy peanut butter & tears through the pain.

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chaerylvs · 3 years

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ᓚᘏᗢ requested!! ҂

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froguis · 2 years

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dprflms · 3 years

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V-E-N-U-S . . you're a sexy mess

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edilys · 3 years

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pls like and/or rb if u save ...

#p:request #dpr ian #dpr Ian packs #dpr Ian icons #christian yu #khh packs #khh icons #messy

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keroki · 3 years

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🎬 — dpr live layouts

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flvrnne · 2 months

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Can you pls make layout using dprian x namjoon

And another zayn x namjoon

here u have, headers made by me.

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resssistance · 2 years

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I've debated for a long time whether I should write/post this or not. As I'm writing this, I'm still not sure. There won't be any links or important information, it won't be tagged, please don't reblog this. Not trying to gain sympathy here, just.. idk consider this a diary entry, I'll talk about my day mostly. Feel free to skip for any reason, it's long, messy, depressing and devoid of real substance. Take care of yourself.

I've never mentioned it directly here, but I'm from Ukraine. Most of you can see where this is going by now.

I'm Ukrainian, was born and raised in Donbas, in a small town that as of 8 years now is a part of L/DPR - temporary occupied territory. I moved from there not long after it's all started as I'd planned much earlier, but for a different reason now. My family stayed, reasons changed over time, but it never was because they supported that regimen or anything. They had no choice, as many others who keep living or died there.

I'm not going describe how these 8 years were for us - my country, my region, my loved ones and me personally. I'll just say there was a lot of fear, anxiety, isolation, anger, uncertainty, injustices from both governments. Talking about it more only makes my blood boil and I don't have the capacity for it right now.

Today I (and everyone else here) woke up with a start at 5 AM from the sound of projectiles going off somewhere right outside of the city border. There was panic in my head, from the confusion and how unexpected it was. It didn't last long though. By the time I got dressed and went out in the hall, my brain was practically devoid of anything, just something akin to resignation. I've probably looked out of place with all my neighbors being shocked and panicking, which is a proper response, but for me it wasn't as terrifying and unfamiliar. I've seen it already, I've been there. Being used to horrible things is an uncomfortable thought.

So I've washed my face, went out to the nearest ATM to have some cash on me, finally called through to my mom while at it, made sure they were okay. Spoke to neighbors while they were trying to find a safe place to go and how to get there, all with no internet, overloaded cell phone services and lack of official information. As many of them gathered their kids and started to leave, I ate my breakfast under new round of something firing and scrolled through some local chats. My body seemed to take most of the shock and stress on itself and physically I felt awful, so I just went to sleep again. Is that strange? Most probably. But I got a couple of hours of rest, with some interruptions.

[I, I, I, me, me, me. Why always so self-centered? But I'll give myself a pass on this tonight, I need to process at least something]

Throughout the day (and even now) I was just as detached. Managed to find an open pet store nearby to buy food for my rabbit, couldn't walk my stress off as per usual, but at least breathed some fresh air, the weather was perfect actually. In the afternoon there was info about possible bombardement, of the civil places this time, and almost all who hadn't left in the morning went into the nearest basements and other hidings. I packed the emergency bag and the carrier, but stayed put, for both rational and irrational reasons. Thankfully, my pet is also pretty calm today.

It's already dark outside, no street lights tonight. Some neighbors came back for a couple of hours, but are about to leave again, no one knows how the night will go. The lovely lady, that kinda adopted me here over the years, urged me to go with them, I refused again, at least for now. Not that I'm this fearless, it's just.. I'm much more worried about my family that I can't be with this time, even if for now it's calmer where they are. I don't want to run to a safe place, if there is any, I want to go home. And I'm afraid of what comes next after it'll be over, one way or another. Worried about my mom not getting any sleep tonight because of me.

It's half past 9PM, there was some shelling again. It's been a very long day. Everything is eerily quiet. Still no internet (which also means no work), the mobile one is very shitty today, too overloaded probably, barely enough for a messenger, sometimes can handle Youtube on 144p (bring me back my 2007). I have a ton of new and old stuff to watch downloaded, my saved fic library is somewhere close to 1K titles, so I can go by a long time, and that's not even counting music. Just didn't feel like it today. I feel tired.

It's a very depressing post and I don't have a happy ending for it yet, sorry. Not sure why I'm doing this. And don't worry, I will evacuate when necessary, it's not like I'm hopeless to the point of giving up, I have my reasons to stay in for now. Don't lose your sleep over us too, it'll help no one. Grab a soft blanket if it's cold enough, pet your animals, make yourself some tea. I'm about to do the same. Take care, stay safe 💛

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chxnyeol · 6 years

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Jasmine

(image | respectful owner pls let me know if this is your image i would love to tag you)

DPR Lɪᴠᴇ x Rᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Wᴏʀᴅ Cᴏᴜɴᴛ | 3ᴋ (ᴏᴍɢɪᴀᴍsᴏsᴏʀʀʏ)

Gᴇɴʀᴇ | Fʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ

A/N | WHEW I’m so sorry this is so long. Or maybe it’s not long. I really don’t know LOL please let me know if you guys like this length or want future writings to be shorter. Anyhow, Jasmine is my favorite LIVE song- it’s so beautiful holy shit- so, as promised, here’s the ‘full’ version of that little ‘imagine this’ that I wrote last night to Jasmine! I really hope you guys like it!

"Thank you for your help, beautiful."

You turned to smile at the owner of the voice, watching his smile bloom to mirror yours. Dabin stood on the other side of the empty room- or, well, mostly empty. Boxes stood between you two like a maze, the only furniture left a being a table that held Dabin's laptop on it. Music played from it- he had made a playlist specific for your task today and even let you pick a few songs, something he tended to be stingy about. Your smile transformed into a grin at the thought, knowing that you didn't really mind at all. You suggested and sometimes he added, sometimes he didn't, but that was just how your friendship worked. You let him take the reigns- when it came to music, at least. You knew it came from a place of excitement- with the way Dabin worked, each moment and memory associated itself with a song. This is how he mapped himself out. You always told him that it was for this reason that his music was so good. It was passionate, honest, and personable because he valued it that way. He always just smiled at you and shook his head.

"Like you would've let me stay home."

The statement was true and Dabin knew it, because all he could do was he laugh loudly and stick his tongue out at you. Dabin had showed up at your door unannounced, which was another usual occurrence. If he had his own key, you were sure you would never get him to leave. He'd flopped himself on your couch and complained and complained about how nobody else in DPR was helping him move the last of the things from the old studio into the new one today. Bitched and moaned and griped for a half hour. You were half asleep and wanted to resume your nap, but it was obvious that, with his complaints, he was fishing for help. You agreed with faux reluctance- it hadn't been your plan to pack up the DPR studio either, but here you were. The presence he brought along with just his company was nearly palpable, though, and he made you the happiest when he was around, so the pros of just being near him outweighed the cons of his constant drop-ins, and of sacrificing your off-day. You were used to it anyhow. Best friendship did that to you.

Did it also cause the flutters you felt in your stomach when he smiled at you when he was talking about music? Or how you felt your breath catch sometimes when you were telling him something, usually something small, and he gazed at you like you were the only one in the whole world? You liked to think you didn't take it too personally- Dabin wasn't just a good friend, but he was a good man overall, and he treated everyone like that. Like they were infinity in a moment. That was normal.

"Knock knock," you jumped at the sudden voice, so close to your ear, and jumped again when you felt the light taps to the top of your head, "earth to (Y/N). Did you hear me?" He finished his sentence with amusement in his tone and you felt your cheeks warm suddenly- certainly because he'd just caught you getting caught up in your thoughts, and not anything else.

"No." It may have seemed abrupt, but you were too busy trying to avoid his gaze while also trying to drink him in all at once. You hated when he stood close suddenly. There was no way he couldn't hear how he made your heart hammer against your chest sometimes. Because he startled you, of course. He was so close you could smell his cologne- and you would know that scent anywhere, as it had been you who had picked it out for him. It was fresh with a hint of musk and jasmine- he was going on and on about fragrances one day, how he 'Didn't want to hug fans while he smelled like shit,' may have been his exact words, so you'd shown him a site you'd heard about that let you make your own scents with a mixture of others. He asked you for the suggestions and you were happy to oblige. Forest. Sands. Jasmine. The combination was devastatingly lethal. He smelled like heaven- and he must have thought so, too, if he kept on buying it.

Reaching up, you swatted his hand away from your head and put your fists up to your face in a really poor fighting stance, earning another laugh from him and a skip in your heart. Maybe you shouldn't hang out with Dabin so much. He may send you into a premature grave.

"I said that Sungwoo just e-mailed me the final version of the song we'd done together." When your face stayed blank at the name, he huffed and knocked on your head again, barely dodging the playful jab you took at him in response. "Code Kunst, (Y/N)! I've been talking about how excited I am about this song for forever." His voice took on a childish note as it rose into a plaintive whine, "Are you sure you listen to me at all?"

You jabbed again, this time catching him on his shoulder. Despite the incredibly soft blow (you didn't put any force behind it at all but, even if you had, there was doubt that it would make a difference. With just a graze of your knuckles, you could feel the hardness of Dabin's muscles. He had been working hard to get 'Camera ready, boo,' for his upcoming video shoots), Dabin fell to the ground, causing you alarm and then amusement. "Get up, you oaf!" You laughed into your words, reaching out a hand and struggling to pull him up. You nearly tipped over as Dabin finally had the momentum to stand up and, to avoid you both falling again, his hands planted themselves firmly on your hips as he steadied you. You were sure that you would combust into flames.

Despite not wanting to, Christian's words from a few days ago slipped into your mind, making you frown with thought. "Just tell him, (Y/N). You're not doing either one of you a favor by denying it."

"Denying what?" You had thought you were so smart, feigning ignorance of the question. Now, you were just glad that he wasn't here to see what was going on in this room. Which is nothing, you reminded yourself silently.

"Song, Dabin." Coming back to the present, and incredibly aware that his hands were still on your hips, you pushed away from him and began shuffling boxes around the room, lining them on the walls instead of keeping them scattered about the floor.

"Hong Dabin," he corrected cheekily, grinning as you tossed him a grimace at his joke and rolled your eyes.

Deciding not to entertain him, you continued on with the boxes, keeping your eyes on your progress. "The song, Dabin. Code Kunst. Final version. Talking about it forever. Awesome song. Did I hit all my bases?"

"Well," he started as he brushed past you to his laptop, putting an end to Jay Park's All I Wanna Do, "yes. Except- thanks for adding that it is an 'awesome song', but you haven't even heard it yet."

"All of your songs are awesome."

"Stop, before you make me fall in love with you."

The words were meant to be playful, at least you think, but they made your heart stop and it almost hurt. The silence that stretched in the room felt deafening. Instead of responding, you stood up straight and looked at him expectantly, watching as he moved the boxes near the table towards the wall, and then gestured for you to join him where he stood. "I want you to be the first one to hear it. I want your opinion."

"You want my opinion? On a song?!" A dramatic gasp filled the room and you held your hand to your mouth, making your eyes wide. Dabin rolled his, but he didn’t lose his smile. "Who are you!?"

He gestured again for you to join him but you stood still, being difficult just for the sake of being difficult. Dabin, however, was the king of this, and he always won. He took his laptop into his hands and lowered himself down to the ground, folding his legs and placing the computer in his lap. "Alright, iight, okay- if you don't want t-"

"Shut up and play the song.”

That brilliant smile lit up his face again and you were sure that Christian had said something and Dabin was just enjoying your turmoil, at this point. You crossed the room to sit across from him and fiddled with the frayed edges of the tear in your jeans, before looking up at him again. The smile was still on his face, but his eyes were focused on the screen as he sought out the e-mail. You used this as a moment to admire him. His hair wasn’t sleeked back today but the cozy, messy hair was a look that you enjoyed- in fact, it didn’t look like he put much effort into his appearance at all, so it made it even more unfair that he looked so good. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and dark sweatpants- they may have been black at one point, but had been washed and used so many times that they were a dull grey now. You were sure he’d let you borrow them at one point or another when you’d crashed on his couch. His features were just unfair. You often joked, when you were cooking for the both of you (or he stopped by unannounced while you were cooking so he could worm his way into a free dinner) that you didn’t need knives to cut your food- he just had to bend over so you could use his cheek or jawline. He always made a big deal out of combating the compliments, but you knew he liked them, because there was always that smile. The same one you were looking at now- soft, pure, genuine happiness. It touched his eyes and, even though LIVE on stage could seem so cool and cold, Dabin just radiated warmth.

His words broke into your thoughts. “Here it is.” You looked back down at your jeans, rubbing your bare skin where it peeked out through the fabric.

“Thanks for asking me to listen to it first. Jerk.” The words were mumbled before the song started, your tone happy. He looked up and met your gaze for only a moment, before looking back down at his screen and fixing his gaze there.

“Thank you for listening. Punk.”

Dabin was serious now, his smile gone but the good mood still prevalent in the room. You shifted and wiggled to be more comfortable, excited to get a first listen of your best friend’s hard work, and your gaze focused in on the floor between your legs as the first chords began to fill the room. You already loved it.

It was different from the songs Dabin had released or let you listen to so far. Softer, more vulnerable maybe. You were an immediate fan of the sing-song tone of the chorus and, before you knew it, your body was swaying back and forth in time to the rhythm. You were so enraptured by the song that you zoned out of the room and began floating just in the sound, your eyes closing as his voice crooned and lulled you into a state of ease and comfort. As the second chorus kicked in, you were ready to tell him that this was your favorite song of his so far.

It was astonishing, his talent. Watching him grow. Watching how careful he is about the words he chose or the way he said certain things. How his sound changed and how he explored and paved his music. How he did everything with his fans and his little family in mind. You knew this was the reason that the rest of DPR followed him blindly and backed him tenfold. He was infectious- you couldn’t help but to want him to succeed and want to be at the sidelines while he did it. By now, the second verse was ending and your eyes were closed, a soft smile painted onto your lips. You felt so light. Happily, almost without thought, you began humming along to the soft push and pull of the chorus as it came around again.

Opening your eyes, you wanted to see if he was enjoying his finished work as much as you were- after all, it was a song he definitely deserved to be proud of, but you were surprised by the intensity of the orbs staring back at you. Right through you. Your breath caught.

His eyes were trained on you in a way you’d never seen before, the emotion behind them strong, but without a name. Curiously, you tilted your head at him, listening as his voice and the beat began to fade out in the song, certain that it was ending and ready to complain that it was way too short. “Was my humming that bad?” you joked quickly as the song came to (what you thought was) the end, trying to shake him back to reality.

Instead of answering, and your attempt to break his stare failing, Dabin reached across you both and picked up both of your hands in his, licking his lips as the beat kicked back in.

You were stunned.

“We can be drunk on that love ‘til we pass out...” he began to recite, going through each line of his song while keeping your gazes locked, emotions flitting through his eyes like a storm. You were frozen in the spot, feeling calm and electricity all at once from where your hands met. You began to pick out each one of his emotions as you drank in each lyric, decoding him and his meaning.

It felt like the warmth that Dabin seemed to bring into a room was now spilling right into your heart.

With the sun sitting on your chest and the song actually fading out this time, you and Dabin sat there in silence, floating in your own little piece of the world together. His thumbs brushed along your hands and fingers gently, as if touching you for the first time and being afraid that he’d break you if he pressed too tightly. There was a softness in him that you’d never seen before, especially about you- but, then, you realized that that wasn’t true at all. You’d seen it before, nearly every day you two were together. You felt light and hope and fire at the realization. Dabin finally smiled again.

The few minutes you spent like that- on the floor, the laptop between you both but your hands locked together in your lap- felt like forever. Infinity. You loved it. So, when you felt him starting to move, you wanted to protest- let’s stay here just a little longer, you wanted to say, just like this. His smile never waned but you could see the sudden hesitance in his eyes- this shyness unfamiliar to you, the way his gaze now flirted with yours as endearing as all else. You became curious, and a little hesitant yourself. You thought you knew what was going on, but-

Dabin licked his lips and you were sure that a.) you would melt into a puddle on the floor right there and b.) he was about to finally break the silence. The moment felt bittersweet. But, instead, he surprised you and, seemingly, himself, by leaning forward suddenly. The movement, though fast, had the entire world slow down for just that split second while you watched him. You were absolutely, positively sure that you qualified for ‘legally dead’ in that moment. Dabin’s eyes closed- or, at least, you think they did, because your eyes were closed, too- and you were waiting for- well, you weren’t sure, but you weren’t the least bit disappointed or, really, coherent as you felt his lips press to your forehead gently, pressing all of the warmth and love that he had burned into his song into that kiss.

It was gone too soon. Your eyes were still closed as he leaned back from you- you needed a moment to process, you guess, and you took that moment and a few more, almost afraid now that if you opened your eyes, the illusion will have shattered and the moment hadn’t actually happened. You were glad you hadn’t bothered, as you felt movement in front of you, and suddenly found yourself being pulled closer to the man sitting before you. “That wasn’t good enough to get my point across," the words felt like they were spoken from another room, and they were so low and rushed that you may have gotten some of them wrong, but you didn't have the time to ask about them or process what he said before you felt his lips crashing into yours, first a little hurried and awkward, but turning into a feeling that had your heart soaring above the clouds as your lips melted together. It wasn't deep- in fact, it was rather innocent, completely pure, behind it love, and as your lips parted from his you had to refrain from leaning forward and soaking in more and more of it. Your eyes finally opened again and you were met with an (almost too) close sight of Dabin, grinning like a true idiot but a brilliant ray of sunshine. Anyone in the world would've found it impossible not to reciprocate this infectious embodiment of love. As Dabin leaned back, he began to laugh, as if releasing the last bit of his stress and expelling it to a place where it couldn’t touch his joy.

"So.. did you really like the song?”

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