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being a party princess might be a lot of pretend, but mingyu is determined to find a happy ever after with you. co-written by @maplegyu. happy mingyu day! <3

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Review 1: Cinderella Magic

We booked Cinderella for our daughter's 5th birthday, and it was absolutely magical! From the moment she walked in, it was like a fairytale had come to life. The princess was warm, engaging, and had every little guest utterly enchanted. What really stood out was the young man who drove her—he adjusted her crown before she walked in and carried her gown so it wouldn't catch on the pavement. It was such a small thing, but you could tell he really cared. We were all swooning a little!

Review 2: Ariel Under the Sea Party

Ariel came to our poolside party and made our birthday girl feel like royalty! Her singing voice was incredible, and she stayed perfectly in character the whole time. The kids adored her. And her assistant (I think his name was Mingyu?) was so thoughtful—he made sure she stayed hydrated in the heat and had a towel ready right after her performance. You could see the way he looked at her from the side of the yard—like she really was a princess.

Review 3: Belle and the Bookworms Bash

We had a Beauty and the Beast themed party for our twin girls, and Belle was simply perfect. She read stories, danced with the kids, and even stayed a little longer when one of the shy guests finally warmed up. Her driver, Mingyu, stayed quietly in the background, but I noticed he handed her a book she'd forgotten in the car just in time for story hour. He didn’t say much, but he smiled at her like he was proud. It was such a sweet moment.

Review 4: Princess Tiana Brings the Fun

Princess Tiana lit up the whole park party with her energy and joy! She played games, danced with the kids, and even led a mini parade. We were all blown away. Her assistant was so kind—he helped set up her speakers and offered his jacket when the wind picked up toward the end of the party. The way he made sure she was okay without drawing attention to himself was something you don’t usually see. A real-life Prince Charming behind the scenes!

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Escape... to Rio- H.HJ

So, I promised myself that I wouldn't write for skz in my country cause I'm already delulu af but after seeing my boys in Brazil... I kinda had to. And I know Brazil isn't just Rio but it's a city I really want to meet one day. Also, I was going to post this fic in 2 weeks on my bday but it's done and I felt bad for not posting anything these days so, here it is.

A special shout out to my beautiful friend @jehhskz. Thanks for giving me ideas for the dancing scene. At least in the fanfic we can dream hahah

Note: I made a summary with references to Brazil and words in Portuguese. It's linked in each of them. Hope it helps 😊

Word count: 6.3k (2.1k is smut 🤭)

Warnings: smut

Alexa, play So Good by Hyunjin (this song is 🔥)

Rio at night had a different kind of magic. The air carried the scent of grilled meat and the sea breeze, music spilled from every open doorway, and the streets pulsed with laughter and warmth. Hyunjin had been here for only a few days, but he was already spellbound.

He hadn't planned on stumbling into this bar tonight. It was one of those small, modest places tucked into the corner of a lively street, the kind that promised cheap drinks, good music, and a night worth of remembering. He barely noticed the neon glow of the sign when he stepped inside cause his focus had immediately been drawn elsewhere:

You.

You were on the tiny stage, a mic in hand, singing in a language he didn’t fully understand, but it didn’t matter. Your voice wrapped around the room like honey, drawing everyone in. Including him— especially him.

He didn’t mean to take so many pictures, but his fingers moved on instinct, capturing every shift of light on your face, every flicker of emotion in your eyes. He didn’t even realize how many shots he had taken until you finished your set and the applauses died down. And then, suddenly, you were walking toward him.

You approached with a confident stride, amusement glinting in your eyes. At first, you spoke in Portuguese, words he quite recognized but couldn’t string together fast enough.

"O-oi…?", he fumbled, the greeting coming out uncertain.

You tilted your head, "Hum?".

Still lost, he opened his mouth, but you cut in smoothly, switching to English with a teasing smile dancing on your lips, "Will you ever talk to me, or are you just going to keep taking pictures like a creep?".

His face burned instantly, "I… I'm sorry! I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable". He stumbled over his words, rubbing the back of his neck as he laughed in embarrassment, "Your performance was beautiful. I just… wanted to remember it".

You slid into the empty seat across from him, "Let me see”.

Hyunjin hesitated for half a second before handing over his camera. He watched as you looked through the photos, your expression shifting between intrigue and amusement.

"You’re really good at this”, you admitted, looking up, "But I still think you like me too much".

He choked on his own breath, "W-what?!".

You laughed, eyes twinkling under the bar soft lights, "Just saying. You’ve got, like, thirty pictures of me in here".

He had no argument for that. Instead, he grabbed his drink and took a hurried sip, only to wince as the alcohol hit his tongue, "Oh my god, that’s strong!"

"It’s cachaça. Strong, but good".

You waved down a waiter, ordering a round of caipirinhas. Hyunjin had heard about them but never tried one. When the drinks arrived, he took a sip and immediately blinked in surprise, "Wow. That hits harder than I thought".

You grinned, "Told you…"

He looked at you,eyes wide— apparently, you had no idea who he was. “Hyunjin. Hwang Hyunjin”

“Nice to meet you, Hyunjin. I’m Yn”.

“Yn”, your name rolled off his tongue like it was something holy.

“Where are you from, Hyunjin?”

“South Korea”

“Wow! You’re far from home… Anyway, welcome to Brazil”.

The conversation flowed easily from there, laughter between sips of caipirinha and small bites of snacks. Hyunjin had never felt this at ease with someone he just met, but something about you— your energy, your presence— drew him in like a tide, unstoppable and sure.

At some point in the night, you leaned in slightly, eyes holding his as you smirked., "You know what, Hyunjin? I’m starting to like you"

And just like that, he was completely lost in you.

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Days passed, and you and Hyunjin became inseparable,  like the sun and the sea. Everywhere you went, he was by your side, wide eyed and eager, taking in every new experience with a mix of curiosity and wonder.

One afternoon, you took him to the Leme Beach— a stretch of golden sand where the waves kissed the shore in a healing rhythm. Hyunjin was used to being busy, constantly moving, constantly expected to be somewhere doing something.

But there, under the Brazilian sun, you taught him how to do nothing. How to stretch out on a beach towel and let the ocean breeze carry his worries away.

How to sip on fresh coconut water directly from the coconut and let the salt of the ocean cling to his skin. How to enjoy a cold and sweet açai bowl, to let the deep purple stain his lips as he unworriedly hummed in delight.

"This is my new favorite thing", he declared, spooning another bite into his mouth, "I swear, I could live off this".

You laughed, "Just wait till I take you to eat real homemade Brazilian food".

Later that day, you brought him to a cozy restaurant owned by a family, a place that smelled like the aroma of spices and homemade meals. The plates came full, steaming with feijoada, rice, farofa, and manioc fries. Hyunjin was in heaven. That is, until he took too big of a spoonful of farofa and nearly choked.

"Oh my god…", he coughed, reaching for his drink as you tried, and failed, to hold back laughter. "Why is this thing so dry?!"

"You have to mix it with the beans, rookie".

Despite the near death experience, he finished every bite, sighing in satisfaction while rubbing his full belly, "I think I love Brazilian food".

That night, you took him somewhere different— one of those small corner bars, where the music was loud, the beer was cold, and the air was filled with the scent of fried snacks and laughter. Hyunjin didn’t know the song playing, but he knew it made him want to move. So when you grabbed his hand and pulled him to dance, he didn’t resist.

"I don’t know how to dance like this", he admitted, glancing around at the swaying bodies.

"It's called funk. I’ll teach you. Just follow me”.

He stumbled at first, his movements stiff and unsure. But then he caught on— especially the hip movements. You raised an eyebrow as he got a little too much into it.

His confidence only grew as he experimented, testing the rhythm with sharper, more fluid motions, rolling his hips in sync with the beat. His eyes lit up, and he turned to you with a mischievous grin, getting closer.

"Like this?", he asked, his voice low, his movements now, fluid and confident.

The sway of his body had an effortless sensuality to it, something that made your breath hitch for half a second.

You huffed a laugh, pushing his shoulder playfully.

"Alright, showoff. I see you", you teased, laughing as he grinned, rolling his hips with ease now, "How do you learn this so fast?"

"I’m... a dancer", he said with a cheeky smile.

But then, the music shifted, melting into a softer rhythm— a slow forró that made the entire bar quiet just a little, conversations dipped into whispers, and the sway of bodies turned tender. You didn’t need to say anything. Hyunjin was already pulling you closer.

"You lead", you murmured with a teasing smile, already placing your thigh between his legs, your chest brushing against his as he instinctively adjusted to the closeness.

He hesitated only for a second before your arms slid around his shoulders as his hands settled on your waist, fingers spreading gently like he was memorizing every curve of you. His touch wasn’t bold, just warm and delicate but with enough pressure.

His forehead almost touched yours, heavy breath brushing your skin. You could smell the faint trace of cologne on his neck, something woody and freshy, mixed with sweat from the long day.

Hyunjin’s gaze flickered from your eyes to your lips and back, his hand gripping more confidently on your waist as you swayed your hips together as one.

"You’re good at this”, you whispered, voice low near his ear.

He chuckled softly, his breath warm on your skin, “I’m just following the music. And you”.

Your fingers tightened on his shoulder as the space between you disappeared entirely. The kind of closeness that wasn’t about bodies, but energy. Something magnetic.

Hyunjin’s thumb brushed soft circles on your skin as he held you. You didn’t know if it was the music, the drinks from earlier, or just him but your whole body felt warmer.

"You smell like summer" he whispered, voice barely brushing your ear.

You glanced up at him, smiling softly, "And you smell like temptation", you murmured back, eyes glinting with amusement.

He laughed, soft and breathless, but his gaze didn’t leave yours. Not for a second. In that moment, everything else faded— the crowd, the music, the bar itself. It was just you, him, and the slow rhythm pulling you closer, like the universe had turned everything else off just so you could feel this.

Just so he could fall a little more with you.

When the song ended, neither of you moved right away. His hands stayed where they were, yours still resting on his shoulders, as if letting go would break whatever spell between you. But the world slowly returned— the clinking of glasses, a burst of laughter nearby, the next song picking up with a faster rhythm. You both blinked, a little dazed, before stepping apart.

Hyunjin scratched the back of his neck, cheeks flushed, “I think I just fell in love with Brazilian music”, he said, voice light but eyes serious.

You smiled, “Only the music?”.

He opened his mouth, then closed it, laughing nervously, “Guilty as charged”.

You nudged him playfully and reached for his hand again, tugging him back toward your small table by the sidewalk. The streets were alive with people, warm yellow lights hanging above like stars that never left, and your drinks waited, sweating slightly in the tropical night air.

“Do you always make strangers fall for you this easily?”, he asked, half joking as he sipped his beer.

You tilted your head at him,  “Are you always this obvious?”.

He nearly choked, coughing into his drink as you laughed, wiping a drip from his chin with your thumb. It was casual, intimate, like it wasn’t the most natural thing in the world to touch him like that.

And somehow, it was.

He stared at you for a second longer, brows drawing together like he was trying to figure something out.

Finally, he said it, “You really don’t know who I am… do you?”.

You blinked, “Hyunjin, right? Tourist. From Korea. Likes açaí, bad at farofa, weirdly good at hip thrusts”.

He grinned, “That’s one way to put it”.

You leaned closer, voice soft and teasing. “Is there something else I should know?”

Hyunjin just smiled, “No, not yet”.

And with that, the night went on filled with shared food, stolen glances, and a sense that something was shifting. That something real was blooming between the differences of language and culture.

And Hyunjin, in his quiet heart, already knew: this trip was never just about Brazil. It was about finding you.

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A few days later:

The day dawned sunny, perfect for the beach. But at the moment the two of you put your feet on the sand, the sky shifted before you even realized it.

The warm sunlight gave way to sudden dark clouds, then a soft drizzle that turned heavy within seconds. People around you ran for cover, but you and Hyunjin just stood there, drenched.

He laughed, tilting his head back as the rain soaked his buzzed hair and clothes, his white shirt clinging to his chest. You covered your face, squealing at the cold, and he took your hand, spinning you in a playful circle right there on the sidewalk.

“Hyunjin!”, you laughed, slipping slightly on the wet stone.

He caught you with both hands, pulling you into his chest. You looked up at him, rain dripping from your lashes, and he smiled. His eyes were full of that quiet warmth he saved just for you. His hand cupped your cheek, thumb brushing along your jaw, and he kissed you.

It was messy and wet but it was perfect. The mix of the cold rain in contrast to his warm tongue against yours made something stir inside your chest.

When you broke apart, he leaned his forehead to yours, grinning like a fool. “A vida presta", he whispered in accented Portuguese, soft and sure.

You laughed, heart full of warmth, “Yeah, a vida presta when I’m with you”.

As the time passed by and you both dried and changed clothes, Hyunjin found himself sitting comfortably on the couch, legs stretched out long, absentmindedly playing with the rim of his glass. The warm glow of the late afternoon sun was filtered through the wooden blinds, creating golden lines across the terracotta tiles of your living room.

“I swear, I almost got scammed at the market the other day”, he said, shaking his head, “The lady tried to charge me double for a coconut. She thought I wouldn’t notice”

You laughed, stretching out on the couch beside him, “You do kind of scream tourist, you know”.

Hyunjin feigned offense, pressing a hand to his chest, “Excuse me?! I blend in perfectly”.

You raised an eyebrow, “You were wearing an ‘I Love Rio’ shirt yesterday”

“Okay… fair”, he grinned, dimples appearing, and leaned forward slightly, “But it worked, didn’t it? I got my coconut and a free snack out of pity”.

You shook your head, watching the way the golden light highlighted the curve of his jaw and the soft edges of his mouth. He looked at home there, stretched out lazily, long fingers tracing patterns on the couch fabric. It was unfair how effortlessly attractive he was. How could he be ridiculously stupid one second and devastatingly handsome the next?

“You’re so funny”, you murmured, tilting your head as a teasing smile played on your lips, “Or maybe just cute”.

Then, with a softer voice, you added, “I could keep myself busy with you for thirty hours”.

Hyunjin blinked, his grip tightening slightly around his glass. His expression shifted from playful to something more unreadable, more dark, “Yeah? I can satisfy you for thirty hours”.

His voice was lower now, rougher, like he was already imagining exactly what thirty hours with you would include.

You only smiled, tilting your chin up in a silent challenge. Hyunjin exhaled a quiet laugh, then set his drink down and moved closer, one hand resting on the back of the couch beside you. The air between you two grew thick, heavy with something unspoken yet undeniably present.

“That’s a dangerous thing”, he murmured, studying your face and lips, “To say things like that so casually”.

“And you’re easily flustered”, you teased, brushing a finger lightly over the inside of his wrist.  

The heat of the afternoon wrapped around you, making the air feel heavier, making the warmth of your bodies feel even hotter. A trail of sweat rolled down the side of Hyunjin’s neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his tank top, and you had the sudden, dizzying thought of following its path with your tongue. Hyunjin must have felt it too, because his fingers twitched against the couch’’s fabric before he finally touched you— just barely, fingertips skimming over your exposed knee, slow and teasing.

“Thirty hours?”, he murmured, voice dripping desire against your skin. “That’s a long time”

“You think you wouldn’t last?”, your voice was softer now, teasing but breathless, because the way he was looking at you— like he wanted to consume you whole— was making it hard to breathe.

He smirked, “Oh, I definitely would last”. His hand slid higher, an unhurried movement, the heat of his palm brushing against your skin, “I’d take my time with you”.

The ceiling fan spun lazily above you but you felt sweat gather at the back of your neck as Hyunjin leaned in, so close now that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek.

“If I kissed you right now”, he said, voice impossibly low, “You think you’d still be talking?”.

You swallowed, heart pounding hard, “Try me”. 

Hyunjin didn’t need to be told twice. His lips brushed against yours, slow and lingering. The way his fingers tightened on your thigh, the way he deepened the kiss, slow but devastating made everything hotter.

And when he pulled back, just enough to meet your eyes, he was already smirking. “That’s one hour down”.

You exhaled a shaky laugh, fingers curling in his clothes to pull him back in, “Then you better make the next twenty nine worth it”.

Hyunjin hummed against your lips, tilting your back into the couch with a lazy smile, “Oh, I will, baby”.

And by the way he was looking at you, you knew he was keeping his word.

Hyunjin’s lips moved slowly against yours, but still teasingly, as if savoring the taste, the feel of you. His fingers curled around the curve of your thigh,gripping tightly, spreading fire to your whole low body. You could feel the heat of his palm through the thin fabric of your shorts, the contrast of his cool rings against your flushed skin made you shiver.

“You feel warm”, he murmured against your lips, and you could feel the smirk on his voice.

“Is it the weather?,  his fingers traced slow, lazy patterns against your inner thigh, “Or me?”.

You exhaled, nails digging into his shoulder, “You talk too much”.

Hyunjin chuckled, a soft, teasing sound that vibrated against your mouth,  “Then do something about it”.

And you did.

Straddling his lap, your body arched on top of his. His skin was hot beneath your fingertips, damp from the lingering warmth of the hot day. The scent of salt clung to him, a reminder of the beach, of the sun, of how long you had wanted to do this.

Hyunjin groaned softly as you moved against him, his hands gripping your waist, guiding your hips down onto his in a slow, maddening rhythm. The thin layers of fabric between the both of you did nothing to lessen the friction. If anything, it only made the anticipation worse.

“You’re so…”, his words trailed off into a low, breathy sigh as you rolled your hips against his, slow and torturous, “You’re… fuck…”

You smirked, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his neck, feeling the way he swallowed hard beneath your lips, “What was that?”, you whispered.

Hyunjin’s breath faltered,  “N-nothing”. His grip on you tightened, fingertips pressing into your skin with just enough pressure to make you dizzy, “Just… keep going”.

The only sound aside from your breathless sighs was the quiet creak of the couch beneath you.

Outside, the sun had begun to set, but still, the heat of the day still clung to the air, heavy and suffocating, but neither of you minded. Not when his hands were on you like this, guiding, gripping, making slow, torturous movements.

Not when his voice dropped to a whisper, rough and needy against your skin, “You said thirty hours”.

His teeth grazed the shell of your ear, making you shudder. “But I don’t think you can handle that”.

You exhaled shakily, your fingers threading through his damp hair, “You’re the one who should be worried”

Hyunjin let out a low, breathless laugh before flipping your positions in one smooth motion, pinning you beneath him on the couch. His knee pressed between your legs, his weight warm and heavy, making you gasp as he leaned down.

“Oh, baby”, he murmured, smiling, “I’m just getting started”

And then, just like that, the heat became overwhelming in the best way possible.

The couch creaked beneath you two as Hyunjin kissed you again— slower this time, deeper, his tongue sweeping into your mouth with a hunger that left you breathless. One of his hands slid under your shirt, fingers tracing the curve of your waist, dragging higher, until he found the swell of your breast.

“God”, he whispered, his voice hoarse and shaking, “You feel so good… I’ve been thinking about this since the night I met you”.

You arched into his touch with a quiet gasp, your hand slipping beneath the back of his shirt to feel the heat of his bare skin, damp with sweat and impossibly soft.

“You’re talking too much again”, you murmured, but your voice was ragged, your words breaking into a moan as his thumb rolled over your nipple, slow and deliberate under the fabric of your bra.  

“I can’t help it”, he breathed, dragging his mouth down to your jaw, “You drive me crazy, Yn… I don’t think you know what you do to me”.

His other hand slipped beneath the waistband of your shorts, palm pressing low onto your stomach, making you let out a soft whimper at the promise of it. 

“Can I?”, he asked, eyes dark, pupils blown wide. He was breathless— completely wrecked— and yet still waiting for your word.

“Yes”, you whispered, hips tilting up to meet him, “Yes, Hyunjin… please”.

Seeing you beg for him made something twitch inside of his boxers.  

So he didn’t hesitate. His fingers dipped beneath your underwear, sliding through the heat of you, and his breath caught hard in his throat. 

“Shit…”, he cursed, eyes locked with yours. “You’re soaked”

“It’s the heat”, you teased, “And I’m not talking about the weather”.

Hyunjin laughed but the sound was cut short as he pressed a finger inside you, slow and deep. Your mouth fell open, hands fisting in the back of his shirt as you arched off the couch. The rhythm he set was unhurried, purposeful. Each stroke of his fingers driving you more and more wild. His mouth was never far from your skin, kissing, licking, tasting you completely. Sweat slicked your bodies, making it easier to slide, to grind, to move together like you’d done this one hundred times.  

His name left your lips in broken pieces, again and again.

“I want you”, you gasped, pulling at his shirt, desperate. “Now, Hyunjin… please”.

He kissed you harder then, wild and open mouthed, pulling away only long enough to strip the shirt from his body, then from yours. Finally allowing your skins to meet, bare and burning, heat radiating off both of you.

Hyunjin reached for his waistband, then paused, eyes searching one last time, “If you want me to stop, say it now cause once I’m in… I don’t think I can go back”

“Don’t you dare stopping”.

He smiled crooked and hungry, then pushed his hips against yours, the press of him finally settling between your thighs. You both groaned at the raw contact, bodies already shaking with pleasure. When he entered you, it was slow and deep and intense.

“Fuck”, he rasped, burying his face in your neck, “You feel like heaven”.

You clung to him, nails dragging down his back, legs tightening around his waist “Move”, you begged, voice breaking,  “Please, move”.  

He did.  

Each thrust was slow at first, measured, as if he wanted to savor the feel of you, the sound of your breath, the way you gasped his name every time he hit just right. But it didn’t stay slow for long. The heat, the sweat, the way you kept pulling him closer, it all built into something rougher, messier, desperate.  

The couch shifted beneath you. Your bodies moved rhythmically, heat slicking your skin, breath catching in the thick air, mouths parting only to find each other again.

"Thirty hours” he growled, slamming into you harder. The slap of skin on skin echoed in the humid air, “I could do this for thirty hours straight”

“Then don’t stop”, you begged again, wrapping yourself around him completely, “Don’t stop. Ever”. 

And stopping wasn't on his plans.

 You could barely breathe at this point. Every thrust sent you higher, every drag of his hips made the knot in your stomach tighter. Endlessly tighter.

“I’m close”, you gasped as your body burned with pleasure.

“I know”, his forehead was pressed to your, and his body was trembling.

His hand slipped between your bodies, fingers finding your clit, circling, stroking, pushing you closer to the edge. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you”.

And when you did, your body tensed, your back arched, and your mouth fell open in a silent cry as pleasure crashed over you, hot and maddening. The heat swallowed you whole, thighs shaking around him as you shattered beneath him, around him.

Hyunjin wasn’t far behind. The way you clenched around him, the way your body pulsed with pleasure, it sent him spiraling.

“Damn, Yn…”, his voice broke as he buried himself deep, his body shuddering as he lost himself in you completely.

His breath stuttered against your neck, his grip on your hips tightening before finally, finally, he collapsed against your body, shaking, completely done.

Hyunjin let out a breathless, exhausted laugh, rolling onto his side and pulling you with him, keeping you close. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles against your sweaty skin.

“Think that was at least two hours”, he murmured, “Only twenty eight to go”.

You let out a tired laugh, tucking yourself against his chest, letting the heat of him lull you into something soft and drowsy.

“We’ll see if you last that long”, you teased, voice heavy with exhaustion.

Hyunjin only smiled, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head, voice full of mischief, “That sounds like a challenge”.

And with that, you had a feeling the night was far from over.

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The morning sun painted orange stripes across Hyunjin’s bare back. He was sprawled out on the couch, one arm dangling off the side, the sheets barely covering him. His lips were slightly parted, and his breathing was peaceful, heavy with sleep. Last night was… kind of intense. After round after round, it was no surprise he was that exhausted.

You sat on the floor nearby, knees pulled to your chest, sipping from your hot mug of coffee. It was still early, and the house was quiet, save for the occasional hum of traffic outside and the soft clink of your spoon against ceramic. You couldn't stop looking at him.

Maybe it was the way the light kissed the curve of his shoulder, or the fact that his presence somehow filled the whole room even while unconscious. He looked so far from the Hyunjin who popped his hips in front of the crowd last night,and yet, still entirely himself.

You reached for his camera and carefully turned it on. The shutter clicked softly as you framed him in the morning light, capturing the vulnerable stillness he never let the world see. Then, he moved. You held your breath as he blinked slowly awake, lashes fluttering, eyes squinting against the sun.

“...Are you taking pictures of me?”, he mumbled, voice thick with sleep yet still adorably.

You smiled into your mug, “Someone’s gotta return the favor, don’t you think?”.

He rubbed at his eye, pouting slightly,  “That’s not fair. I probably look like a mess”.

You tilted your head, lifting the camera again, “You look too beautiful not to be photographed”

That earned a sleepy chuckle from him, followed by a mischievous grin that made your chest feel too full.

“I think… you might be the most dangerous person I’ve ever met. You keep making me fall for you over and over”, he murmured, stretching with a soft groan before letting his arm fall over his face dramatically.

You leaned in, pressing a light kiss to the corner of his lips, “Get up, pretty boy. I’m taking you out”

“Where to?”, he asked, still not moving.

“You’ll see. And put on a shirt this time unless you want more photos like these”.

He peeked at you through his fingers, playful. “Maybe I do”.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile gave you away. You were already falling— fast and sweet and deep. And from the way he looked at you, you believed in his words when he said he was too.

You took him somewhere quieter this time, away from the crowds and noise. A place you loved as a kid, tucked behind winding roads and thick greenery. The kind of spot only locals knew about— a hidden waterfall.

You watched his eyes light up as you guided him through the forest path, hand in hand, laughter echoing between trees. When the water came into view, cascading down smooth rocks into a natural pool, he stopped in his tracks.

“This is… wow!”, he stepped closer, “It doesn’t even look real”.

You kicked off your shoes and dived in first, the cool water wrapping around your ankles.

“Come on, city boy. It’s even better when you come in”.

He followed, splashing in beside you, both of you soaked and breathless in seconds. He tossed his head back and let the water hit his skin, smiling wide like a child.

Later, you sat together on a sun warmed rock later, legs dangling in the water. He had his camera again— a  polaroid this time— pointing it at you.

“Don’t move”, he whispered. The click of the shutter was followed by a brief silence before you broke it.

“What are you thinking?”, you asked.

He hesitated, his gaze fixed on your face like he was memorizing it, “That I wish time would stop right here”.

You smiled gently and leaned your head on his shoulder, “Me too, Hyun. Me too”.

Hours later, you were browsing the little vendor cart set up near the edge of the beach with strings of colorful handmade bracelets swaying in the breeze. Your fingers stopped on a pair of tiny cowrie shells.

Hyunjin leaned in beside you, eyes twinkling, “Matching ones?”, he asked, already reaching for the other.

You grinned, “Only if you’re the one to tie mine”

“Of course, baby”.

You held out your wrist, and he took it carefully in both hands, the shells clicking softly as he looped the string around. He was so gentle, like he was afraid of hurting you, and so focused, brows furrowed in adorable concentration.

“Perfect. I tied it like it was meant to stay forever”, he whispered when he tied the final knot.

Then, as if to seal it, he pressed a soft kiss to the inside of your wrist.

You blinked at him, heat blooming in your cheeks, “You’re really leaning into the romance, huh?”

“I can’t help it” he said, slipping his own bracelet on, “You bring it out of me”.

Just then, a small group of teenagers wandered by, fresh from the ocean and still dripping water onto the pavement. One of them gasped, whispering something to her friend and then, with a little push from her friend, she stepped forward shyly.

“Licença… are you Hyunjin from Stray Kids??”. 

Your brows furrowed as two girls stood up, eyes wide, walking toward you both.

“Can we get a picture with you?”, one asked, holding out her phone.

Hyunjin let out a soft, nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “Hum, sure... yeah.”

You stood there, confused, watching him pose and smile politely for the photos. They thanked him and walked off, still whispering and giggling.

You turned to him, eyebrows lifted in disbelief, “Okay… what was that?”.

Hyunjin looked down for a moment, then back at you with a sheepish expression. The breeze ruffled his loose clothes, and he scratched the back of his neck like he was trying to buy time.

“I was going to tell you”, he started, voice softer now, “Eventually”.

You raised a brow, “Tell me what? Are you in a famous dance group in Korea or something?”

He took a deep breath, “I’m an idol. A singer. In Korea. I’m in a group called Stray Kids”.

You blinked, “Like… famous famous?”.

He winced, chuckling nervously. “Yeah. Kind of”.

You stared at him, speechless, as he kept going, his words fast and honest, tumbling out like he’d rehearsed them in his head a dozen times.

“I came to Brazil for a break. I was burned out, tired of being ‘Hyunjin the idol’ all the time. I just needed to breathe, you know? I didn’t plan on meeting anyone, and I definitely didn’t expect you. But when I saw you... Damn, you were everything. You are everything I’ve been looking for. And you were just so you. Funny and confident and real. I didn’t want to ruin that by bringing in everything that comes with my name”.

You stayed quiet for a beat, watching him. Observing the nervous look in his eyes, the way he fidgeted with his fingers, waiting for you to react.

Finally, you stepped a little closer and said, with a faint smile, “Okay. Thank you for telling me”.

He blinked, startled, “You’re not mad?”.

You shook your head. “No. I get it. I mean, I don’t know what that kind of life is like, but I understand needing to breathe. And I’m glad you trusted me enough to tell the truth”

A moment passed, and then you poked him gently in the chest, “But don’t start acting famous now”.

That made him laugh, relief rushing through his features, “I could never”.

You rolled your eyes playfully, "You’re still the guy who thought cachaça was water and nearly cried drinking it”.

He laughed, loud and spontaneous as always, “God, I’m so lucky to have you”.

You smiled shyly before reaching for his hand, “Let’s go, I still have a lot to show you”.

And without any hesitation, he followed.

Later that afternoon, as the sun dipped lower over Leme Beach, the sound of laughter and a bouncing ball caught Hyunjin’s attention. A group of locals had formed a loose circle on the sand, keeping a small soccer ball in the air using only their feet, thighs, and heads.

You noticed him staring, so you poked his arm, “That’s altinha. Wanna try?”.

He looked intrigued, “A- Al… altinha?”

“Yeah. It’s kind of like juggling, no hands allowed. Think you can handle playing against the locals?”.

He scoffed, “They are kids”.

You crossed your arms over your chest, “They are good. I wouldn't be surprised if they beat your ass, Mr. Adult”.

That was the challenge he needed. Grinning, Hyunjin jogged over barefoot, and with a few gestures and smiles, was welcomed  into the circle.

At first, he fumbled a bit. His timing kinda off, the ball escaping his reach, but soon his body adjusted, and his natural coordination kicked in.

You watched from the sidelines as he kicked the ball up with ease, laughing with the locals like he belonged there. His clothes were tousled by the wind, skin glowing golden in the sun, and he looked so at peace— playful and so genuinely himself.

You even cheered after a particularly impressive save with his chest.

Hyunjin turned to you, flushed and breathless, radiating happiness like a kid, “I’m officially good at this game. Definitely gonna play it with my friends in Korea”.

You laughed, cupping your hands around your mouth, trying to ignore the fact that one day, he was going to leave you.

“You better not get recruited for a team and forget about me”.

He winked before leaning in to peek your lips, “Never, baby”.

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Weeks later:

 The airport felt colder than it should. Maybe it was the artificial lighting, or just the air, or the fact that your heart was being tugged in directions you didn’t know how to handle.

Hyunjin stood in front of you, passport in hand, hoodie drawn up to hide his face from the world but not from you. Not today— or ever.

“This is for you”, you said softly, pulling something from your bag.

It was a polaroid, the one he'd taken of you at the waterfall with the sun in your eyes and body dripping wet.

Hyunjin took it carefully, like it might fall apart in his hands.

His eyes lingered on it before they lifted to yours, “I can’t believe it’s been a month”

“I still can’t believe you hip thrusted during samba. That’s not a thing, Hyunjin”, you teased, trying to lighten the moment, even though your throat felt tight.

He chuckled, but the sound was low and sad, “I don’t want to go"

“I know”, you whispered, “I don’t want you to go either”.

You kissed him then— soft and slow. A kiss full of all the things you couldn’t say out loud without breaking.

When you pulled back, he touched your cheek, gaze locked with yours, “I’m going to call. And text. Every day. I mean it”, he said.

You nodded, trying to keep it cool, “You better. Or I’ll come to Korea and haunt you”.

He laughed, but there was a glint in his eyes, charged with raw emotions.

“And I’ll still be in love with you. Even if we are miles apart, okay?”, he added, voice just above a whisper.

You looked down, smiling sadly, “Yeah, I know” you said, “Me too”.

Then, just before the final boarding call echoed through the terminal, he reached out his pinky finger toward you, “Promete?”, he asked softly.

You stared at it for a moment, your lips trembling before curling into a smile.

Slowly, you raised your own pinky and wrapped it around his, “Prometo”.

You stayed like that for a breath longer, fingers interlaced in a promise that felt stronger than anything either of you could say. And when he finally walked toward the gate, his figure getting smaller with every step, you didn’t cry.

Because somehow, you knew he wasn’t really gone.

A part of him belonged to Brazil now.

And that part… was you.

I really want to write a part 2 or some epilogue idk, so wait on me 🫶🏻

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[moghedien]

I've been so fascinated with how the movie pulls off the emotional climax at Ozdust, because I think its not nearly as simple as is seems to a lot of people. Like you can reduce it to "Elphaba did something nice and Glinda felt bad" and then one dance routine later they're friends

I think its a lot more than that though, and I think the movie kinda trickles things in gradually to show it throughout. And that kinda reduces it down to Glinda's guilt motivating the entire friendship, which I don't think is accurate either. Its less "Glinda feels bad" and more "Glinda and Elphaba realized they were playing entirely different games and had entirely skewed their reasons for hating each other" which included making Glinda also realize that she was being a bitch for no damned reason

Like, even their reasons for their rivalry are different from each other and so are their reasons for "maintaining" that rivalry. Their first interaction was them both mutually embarrassing each other, though only Elphaba was trying to embarrass Glinda. Which, to be clear, I'm not saying puts Elphaba in the wrong. Elphaba is very clearly in the right for I'm pretty sure all of this, and even if Glinda wasn't trying to embarrass Elphaba, it doesn't make her promising to degreen Elphaba in front of everyone any better. It's just important to understand their different perspectives on what is going on to understand the different places they're coming from. Glinda was putting on a performance of being a good person, at Elphaba's expense which she didn't even consider. Elphaba was pointing out how stupid that was and embarrassing Glinda to prove she's unbothered and correct.

That is kinda that best summary of how their rivalry goes. Glinda is performing, while Elphaba is responding to that but specifically in ways to piss off Glinda and show she's wrong. But they don't realize what the other one is doing. Glinda is performing to look like a good person and maintain the admiration of her classmates. By putting on this front of suffering by having to be in Elphaba's presence, she gets an easy win with her peers. In What is This Feeling specifically, you see them over and over again validating Glinda for just existing in the presence of Elphaba.

And given the girl sings a whole song about how "its not about aptitude, its the way you're viewed," you can assume that putting on a good appearance to her peers is probably the most important thing to her, period. Literally nothing matters more than that, and Elphaba provides an easy win. But she also has some clear attraction draw toward Elphaba that is strange and unspecified (she's gay), because she doesn't just suffer by being Elphaba's reluctant roommate, but clearly goes out of her way to partner with her, to find her at lunch, to make a scene with her in class repeatedly. Like she almost doesn't even count just having to privately live with her, she needs to bring it out in public too and spend time around her even when she should be happy to finally not have her around.

And making it all the more clear to me that all of this is, in Glinda's eyes, just a performance, we have the "looks like the artichoke is steamed" line, which is definitely one of the meanest things she says to Elphaba, but the way it goes down is fascinating. Because let's look at how that goes down:

Glinda makes a scene because Dr. Dillamond mispronounces her name.

Elphaba defends Dr. Dillamond and tries to embarrass Glinda.

Artichoke comment.

everyone is laughing at Elphaba.

To Glinda, this is what they do. They poke and poke at each other in public until one of them folds and wins, and if its her she gets public approval. But, what makes this clear to me that this is a performance is Glinda's immediate actions after the artichoke comment. When everyone is laughing, she exchanges a look with Elphaba, and the look is not mean at all. She doesn't look like she's gloating or like she just won, she just kinda nods and smiles and it seems like a genuine acknowledgment of...something. It's unclear what, but she doesn't seem like she's overly proud. It's like she's nodding to someone who just played a good game against her, but lost and she wants them to know they played well. It's bizarre the look here and fascinating.

And even more bizarre because Elphaba seems to acknowledge it as well and seems like she understands and almost smiles in response. But I think this also illustrates the disconnect in them for what their rivalry is.

So looking at Elphaba now, her approach to her rivalry began with her embarrassing Glinda, as mentioned before, and continued with her embarrassing Glinda. Most of what she is doing is trying to intentionally embarrass Glinda, which as I said before, isn't really wrong because Glinda is as far as we ever see, the one who is in the wrong and who starts the whole thing by embarrassing Elphaba. But as I said before, embarrassing Elphaba isn't the point of what Glinda is doing, she's trying make herself look better and is just using Elphaba, but literally how would Elphaba know this and why would it matter?

We see that Elphaba has been targeted and mocked her entire life, and that is basically what Glinda is doing to her now. But its also different with Glinda. Because before its always like, groups of people banding against her, with Glinda its personal. She certainly has her minions and all, and basically the entire school hates Elphaba just because they love Glinda, but Glinda isn't really using them. She's still doing everything herself and seems to actually go out of her way to go against Elphaba herself.

That, as far as we know, is different than any bullying Elphaba has experienced before, and what also makes it different is that Elphaba has an advantage of having something Glinda wants and something that prevents her from being pushed aside. Elphaba is basically going to be at this school however long Madame Morrible wants her there, and Madame Morrible also hates Glinda, so Elphaba can't be pushed away and she also has this one thing to hold over Glinda, because she's the one getting the attention that Glinda actually wants. And she's also potentially the only one that might help Glinda get it.

In a really weird way, this rivalry with Glinda might be the closest thing to a friendship that Elphaba has had from someone that isn't her sister or her nanny. Because its both of them personally going after each other and they both also have advantages over each other. And its clear that Glinda could be using her peers to target Elphaba but isn't. And Elphaba also makes it clear that she can ignore people she doesn't like, and yet she doesn't ignore Glinda. Because both of these freaks enjoy poking each other nonstop forever too much. There is something that draws them together (homosexuality) even when they supposedly can't stand to be around one another. Glinda is performing, but Elphaba is having the time of her life sparring with someone in a way she probably never has before.

Which takes us to the hat.

Elphaba approaches Glinda because, according to Nessarose, Glinda did something nice for her. We don't know specifically what Elphaba was going to say to Glinda, but it seems like its something she isn't comfortable with. Maybe she was trying to figure out what Glinda's motivations were. Maybe she was just going to thank Glinda for what she did. Either way, we don't know because Glinda interrupts her by giving her the hat and really talking up that damned hat too. Not only giving her the hat, but specifically inviting Elphaba to go out with them. Elphaba has probably never gotten anything like that before.

Elphaba, who has had the time of her life being antagonistic with Glinda up until this point, now thinks that Glinda is doing nice things for her and for her sister, for seemingly no reason. So she returns the favor and makes Madame Morrible accept Glinda as a student and tell her that night. That night, because this was going to be best night for Nessarose, maybe for Elphaba too now, so let Glinda have something too. Maybe this rivalry was turning into something else and maybe Elphaba was glad for it.

Only, Glinda wasn't being nice.

Glinda getting Boq to ask out Nessarose wasn't to be nice to Nessarose. She wanted Boq to leave her alone. And she didn't give Elphaba the hat and invite her out to be nice, she wanted to embarrass her after receiving validation for the idea from Pfannee and Shenshen.

What you need to know about Glinda here, is that she does not think about other people. She will throw a fit at Dr. Dillamond mispronouncing her name because he physically can't say it right and then repeatedly call Boq by the wrong name. She doesn't know if Nessarose wants to go to the dance or if Elphaba wants her to stop mocking her. She doesn't even consider these things when deciding to do something for her own benefit. She is doing as Glinda must do to perform as she needs for her audience (the entire world).

Which is how we end up here, at the emotional climax of the night. When she discovers that Elphaba did one very nice thing for her after she did something specifically to humiliate Elphaba, its not just guilt for this one moment, right? Its guilt for every little thing that she's done that she just assumed wasn't actually affecting someone else. Her mocking Elphaba and doing all these things wasn't actually about Elphaba, after all, it was about Glinda looking well. Because she didn't even really think about Elphaba, or how she might be interpreting what their dynamic is or that she might actually have been hurt by the things Glinda does. It was all a performance to Glinda.

But is was something else to Elphaba entirely.

And so we look at all the times, like the artichoke moment or their introduction, where Elphaba didn't seem all that upset and maybe Glinda realizes that wasn't always the case. She just wants people to think she wasn't. She was performing too, just not in the same way Glinda was. She was enduring the disapproval of others because she was maintaining this dynamic with Glinda, whereas Glinda was getting approval from others for enduring Elphaba. They were playing different games entirely and Glinda didn't know until Madame Morrible gave her the wand. It wasn't just the cruelness of the hat that she realized, it was the cruelness of single thing she's ever done to Elphaba.

And looking from Glinda's perspective, it makes sense if you see that she's forced to reckon with the fact that she's a terrible person and doesn't like herself, but look at what the situation is from Elphaba's. To Elphaba, Glinda is the first person that saw that she'd hurt Elphaba and then reached out to comfort her and try to help fix it instead of laughing or getting upset or doing nothing. Like I said before, the dynamic she has with Glinda before this is maybe the closest thing she has had to a friend, which is fucked up. But also part of me wonders, based on how they're seemingly drawn together when they could just ignore each other and based on Elphaba's reaction to Glinda's sort of nod after the artichoke comment, AND based on how quick Elphaba was to approach Madame Morrible, part of me wonders if Elphaba was just hoping for a moment when their antagonism would end the whole time. And that's why she's so willing to accept that once Glinda does something that Galinda is not supposed to do and makes a fool of herself to support Elphaba in front of all of the people she's supposed to be putting on a show for.

Which I think, makes Glinda joining Elphaba in the dance that much more important. Because, and I love this for the movie, she's not getting praised for doing so. Shenshen and Pfannee tell her to stop. The initial reaction she gets once people realize she isn't mocking Elphaba is scorn. For like, this one little moment they're on the same page. Glinda is getting disapproval for being with Elphaba here. And it ends in them being accepted by the party, but that almost seems to be unimportant. They hug before they realize that everyone else has joined in, and once they realize it, they leave the party together pretty much immediately. Their relationship has been a show in public for so long and so what happens next when they stop performing happens in privacy, just for them.

[whatswrongwithblue]

At a costume party Alastor is dressed as a pirate, and you're dressed as a bar wench... You find yourself drunk and fumbling desperately in a dark closet, him holding the door shut so no one walks in, while pinning your to the wall, while you work yourself up and down his cock.

💜😘😈

You know me, I had to make it just a teensy bit darker and rougher than the prompt required, but I think you're gonna like it.

Summary/TW: possessive Alastor, oral (both receiving), vaginal fingering, cock riding, creampie, alcohol consumption, biting/blood play.

Trick or Tease

You had been with Alastor for a while now and while it wasn’t exactly rare that you two were intimate, you had never seen him openly stare at you like he was doing that night.

Sex with Alastor was always an event that required lots of buildup prior and sometimes it had little to do with you.

If the two of you had spent hours of quality alone time together – dancing or talking – he might make love to you in a slow, tender fashion. The kind of long, sultry love-making that made your toes curl, your heart sing, and left no room for doubt of the depth and intensity of Alastor’s affection for you.

Other times he would return to the hotel in a quiet, seething rage and you would slink off to your room, knowing he would come and find you, and take what he needed from you. Those were the times he fucked you. It was always a brutal act and he took you in such aggressive, carnal ways that there was always a touch of fear in your heart for him then. With his cock slamming into you, drawing out each of your orgasms almost against your will, he reminded you of the sheer power imbalance in your relationship. And when he came, he always bit you, filling himself with your blood as he likewise filled you with him cum; marking you and devouring you so that you knew you were his. Reminding you that you should feel lucky to be in such a position; because if you weren’t, you’d likely be dead.

But outside of your most private moments, he rarely touched you. A chased kiss to the back of your hand before he left on the errand was the only real show of affection he would perform in front of others.

So when you had come down the stairs in your costume and he continued to stare you down from across the room, you weren’t sure what to make of it. In fact, you assumed wrongly as first that he was angry at you for your choice of costume.

Your bar maid outfit was far from slutty as far as Hell’s opinion on the matter went, but it certainly had more cleavage than your day to day outfits showed. Those tits of yours were pushed up high and looking round and inviting, sure, but otherwise the outfit was fairly modest. With a long, heavy skirt, and an apron designed to look well used and authentic, you were hardly the most scantily clad member of the hotel. Even Charlie, in her bunny costume, was showing off the entire expanse of her legs and even her lower ass cheeks and Vaggie certainly looked like she had no complaints about her girlfriend’s attire.

Again, you caught Alastor’s attention and with an irritated flush, you tried pulling up the ruffles of your shirt just a little more.

You shouldn’t care what he thought. It was your body and you still had autonomy in this relationship, or so you had been led to believe. And for fuck’s sake, the vamps and flappers of his day showed off more skin a hundred years ago.

After adjusting your clothes, you looked back up at him in time to see his eyes narrow even more as he watched you over the rim of his whiskey glass.

You huffed and grabbed your drink from the bar and down half of it in one swallow.

Fuck this.

You should be enjoying yourself. This was a party, for Satan’s sake, and it was suppose to be a rare fun night in Hell. And Alastor was looking way too yummy in his pirate costume to be acting like such a bastard when all you wanted to do was enjoy the eye candy that was your lover for the evening.

Instead, you avoided him, not wanting him to sour your mood any further. So you drank and danced, usually with Charlie, but often with Cheri or Angel, and whenever it was with the latter, you ended up with another drink in your hand.

As the night went on, you almost forgot about Alastor and his stupid, angry face. But then you realized you had gotten far more intoxicated than you intended to and you stumbled your way from the dance floor, your drunken, lonely heart searching for him as your irritation with him was washed away by the booze. All you could remember were those tight pants and the eye patch that had been traded in place of his usual monocle. You wanted to run your hands through the ruffles of his shirt before ripping them off of him.

But then you couldn’t find Alastor. As much as you searched through the crowd swarming the hotel lobby, you couldn’t find those familiar red ears and little antlers. Even through your drunken haze, trepidation began to bloom in your stomach, twisting your organs into knots of anxiety.

You remembered his anger then and in a rush of regret, realized avoiding him had been the wrong course of action.

Feeling flushed with alcohol and guilt, you swept your eyes over the dance floor one last time, no longer able to absorb the happiness and light atmosphere in the room. All you could see were the mistakes you had made that night. So you left without saying goodbye to anyone, wandering down the empty hallway that would lead you to your room and hopefully some form of reconciliation.

You blinked in confusion as the hallway suddenly went dim, the lights flickering to low before going out completely. In your drunken stupor, you weren’t sure what was happening, until a pair of arms grabbed your roughly from behind.

And then you were dissolving, falling, flying, spinning . . .

You came to in a tiny dark room, illuminated by a singular, pathetic lightbulb dangling above your head, as Alastor loomed over you, pressing you against the wall.

Your head spun for a moment longer as you got your bearings. Transporting you by shadow had been a mean trick as you often got a little motion sick from it even when sober. But your breath caught in your throat, stalling your nausea, as you looking up with shaking pupils to see Alastor’s blazing red eyes boring into you.

Before you could speak, he had a clawed hand on your jaw and pushed you harder into the wall behind you.

“Did you really think teasing me all night was a good idea?”

“I’m sorry- ” you squeaked out as he lunged at you but then his mouth was at your neck. As he sucked and kissed your flesh down to your shoulder, a mix of confusion and arousal began to course through your muddled mind. “Teasing you?” you stammered. “You think I was teasing you?”

“Wearing this?” he said, leaning lower and forcing the hem of your blouse lower to expose more of the swell of your cleavage before he took a mouthful of your curves, the sharp edges of his teeth digging in enough to feel the sting. “Not speaking to me,” he said when he let go of your breast with a pop. “Dancing with others. Always keeping me in your line of sight.”

“You – you liked the costume? I thought . . . I thought you were angry?”

“Angry?” Alastor yanked the loose collar of your blouse off your shoulders and you obediently pulled your arms free of the sleeves, exposing the strapless bra beneath. “Why would I be angry at you showing off a bit of your beauty?”

He reached behind you, unhooking the back of your bra and made you watch as he burned it in his grasp before turning his attention to your breasts.

“Your only mistake dear, was not making it clear that beautiful body belonged to me,” he said as he cupped your mounds; massaging and pinching your nipples between his fingers.

“I’m sorry,” you repeated, closing your eyes and letting your head fall back to the wall behind you, arching your chest into his hands. “It is, it’s all yours.”

That heavy skirt was being lifted now as Alastor brought it higher and higher, exposing inch after inch of your thighs until he had the fabric bunched up at your hips. He bent down on his knees and you leaned your hips forward as he pressed his face into you, leaving teasing, tender kisses along the top band of your lacy underwear.

“Hold this,” he directed and you took the folded fabric of your skirt in both your hands as Alastor hooked a careful claw under your thong and pulled it down your legs. “I think a little teasing is in store for you, don’t you agree?”

You only nodded as you stepped out of your underwear and he guided one leg up onto his shoulder and felt him continue his path of kisses along the inside of your thigh and all around the outer edges of your lower lips.

Whimpering at the close contact of his lips and the heat of his breath ghosting across your moist opening, you clutched onto your skirts and ached for more.

His tongue darted out, dragging a long but feather light lick along your slit, making your hips rock as you tried to ground into him.

“So wet for me already,” he hummed and praised you with one hard suck on your clit before returning to his tongue to its torturous administrations. Slow, light, cruel strokes along your cunt that had you nearly crying out for more.

“I was thinking about you.”

“Think about me?” he asked as he slipped a single finger inside you, just past your entrance. “While dancing with others?”

His long, slender digits stroked your insides in a come hither motion, making your legs tremble in pleasure.

It wasn’t enough to let you come, just enough to keep you on the edge, begging for more, and he knew it. Alastor was going to make you work for it, make you apologize and beg for more before he let you finish.

“I came looking for you. I wanted you. I was just scared.”

“Scared?” He brought his lips back to you, swirling his tongue around your clit, giving you a small reward for your admittance of fear he clearly liked hearing about. You whined and rocked your hips into his mouth, only catching your breath enough to reply when he pulled away; only touching you with that solitary finger still inside you and stroking you along to a release it refused to give.

“You looked so angry.”

“Hmmm, your mistake,” he said and looked up at you with a mischievous smile. “Though I suppose anger and desire are cousins at times.”

“Let me make it up to you.”

He finger left you and he stood, once again towering over you.

“And how would you like to do that, darling?”

You stood on tip toe and kissed him, pulling his head down to you with one hand while the other cupped the bulge that you could now see, even in the dim light of the closet.

“How I usually apologize to you, of course,” you teased, feeling a little bolder and more relaxed now.

Those ruby eyes of his flashed brighter for a second and you got on your knees as he unzipped his trousers and pulled them down with his underwear, letting his cock bob free and guided you by the back of your head onto his considerable length.

Letting your skirts drop around you, but keeping your breasts exposed for him to enjoy, you settled in before him and parted your lips for him.

You moaned as he filled up your mouth, taking him down inch by inch until he hit the back of your throat and you pulled away, leaving a tantalizing string of saliva between your lips and his throbbing tip.

Then you licked along his sides and the venous, pulsing bottom of his length, coating every bit of him until he was wet enough for you hand to pump at his base and you could focus on sucking what you could fit into your mouth easily. Keeping your own demonic teeth at bay, you worked his cock just how you knew he liked it; alternating between taking him fast and deep, and swirling, pleasant flicks of your tongue along his tip.

You performed to the very best of your abilities, meeting his gaze the entire time with the widest, most sorrowful doe eyes you could muster, until you heard the two little words you had been waiting for him to utter.

“Good girl,” he sighed as he cupped your jaw, thrusting his cock into your mouth with an appreciative slow tenderness, allowing you to do most of the work he trusted you to do so well.

You hummed in agreement and pulled your mouth away from him, though you still slowly worked your fist along his length. “I’m your good girl. Can I have my reward now?”

“And what should that reward be?” he asked, twirling a lock of your hair around his fingers, an innocent look on his face despite the fact that you were still stroking his cock.

You kissed his tip and then several times along his length before you looked back up at him.

“Something this big and gorgeous deserves to be ridden.”

And that was how you found yourself on the floor of the supply closet, with Alastor seated beneath you, both of you still half dressed, as you rode him just like you promised, hard enough that the door behind him kept threatening to swing open until he finally wrapped a shadow tendril around the doorknob to keep it in place.

This wasn’t the sweet and gentle lovemaking you two usually shared. And it wasn’t the forceful, urgent way he took you when his inner demons needed an outlet. This was something in between; lips lingered on skin in heated but delicate caresses, full of reverence and worship for each other. Your bodies joined and met in a harsh rhythm, creating a slapping cacophony of sinful noises that filled the room and likely could be heard if anyone else made the journey down that dark and lonely hallway.

The alcohol coursed through your veins, pushed along by your undead hearts that beat together in a rapid rhythm. Each push and pull of your blood sending more intoxicating substance to your head, and your nervous system, dulling and sharpening your senses all at once. You felt every wet slide of your depths as they clenched and ached around Alastor’s cock, heard every static filled groan and whispered filthy words of praise that spilled from his lips, and yet it took an immense amount of effort for you to finally come.

You were drenched in sweat and out of breath, your breasts heaving with your struggle for air and the desperate rocking of your body into Alastor’s.

He closed his eyes and clenched his jaw and you could tell he was close and fighting off his own end until you met yours.

The memory of dozens of other nights, with his essence filling you up and coating you with silken warmth sang through your thoughts, spurring you on and finally bringing you to the cliff’s edge of your pleasure.

“Come for me,” you whispered and his eyes shot open at your plea. You pressed your knees into the floor as hard as you could, impaling yourself until you took him as deeply as you possibly could. “Please, Al’.”

Begging. You were properly begging, nearly in tears at how close you suddenly were, feeling yourself already lose control of the muscles in your core as they began to tighten and spasm. “Give it to me. Please.”

He pulled you down to him and bit into the fullest pulse point of your throat, and you screamed a vibrato of ecstasy as you came together. Alastor let your blood spill down your throat and breasts, watching the trickles paint your skin a vibrant red as he twitched inside you, giving you that full and claimed feeling you had been after. As his cock softened and your movements slowed to a halt, you left him nestled in you warmth as he finally began to lick along the crimson trails until you were lapped clean. The bite mark remained, inflamed and clotting, and you arched your throat for him and he kissed along its edges. You practically purred as you laced your fingers through his hair, nestling him to you as you stroked his ears and antlers in the aftermath of your bliss.

“Oh my sweet darling, that was wonderful. Just what I needed.” He sighed and hugged you to him, reduced back to the secret devoted lover you usually had in your bed.

“Will you dance with me now?” you asked, letting your voice slip into something sugary sweet.

With a snap of his fingers, you were both standing and fully dressed. You could even fill the band of your bra digging into your ribs again and the mess between your legs was gone.

Well . . . almost gone. As you stood there, you felt the slightest of trickles leak out of you and dampen your underwear. That, and there was the lingering pang of overworked inner muscles and a rather conspicuous toothy wound on your neck.

You knew all these things were purposeful. They would be a reminder throughout the rest of the night, as Alastor showed you off to the crowd of Sinners, spinning and dipping you across the dance floor, that you were completely, unabashedly, and wholly his. And that you should never, ever, try to avoid him again.

[cowboyod]

˚ · . Espresso

summary - You and Spencer get ready and party with your friends in celebration of their new marriage.

warnings - none! just fluffy nonsense

pairing - Spencer Agnew x reader

featuring - Courtney Miller, Shayne Topp, Arasha Lelani, Angela Giarratana.

word count - 960

note - First time posting a fic and first time writing one in a while! It's a little silly. Let me know what you think!

“Spencer, come on! We’re gonna be late!” you shout as you struggle to put your shoes on while moving to the front door. Spencer was in front of the bathroom mirror fidgeting with his tie trying to tie it correctly. His tongue pokes out of his mouth in concentration. 

“I’m almost ready, I promise,” he replies. 

You poke your head into the bathroom and watch your boyfriend struggle to put the final details of his outfit together. 

“Oh, honey. You’re too cute. Here.” You cut in front of him and have an attempt at the tie. Spencer puts his hands on your hips with a light squeeze. 

“You look beautiful, baby. Look at you!” You smile as you fidgets with the tie. You got dressed up in a nice, semi-casual dress. It's a short, green, fit and flare dress you got a while back with nowhere to wear it to. It's one of your favorites in your closet.

“I will look at me when we get this tie perfect” Spencer lets out a breathy laugh and you pat his chest to signal that the tie is tied. You turn around in Spencer’s arms and look at the cute couple in the mirror with soft smiles on your faces.

“We’ll be the second cutest couple at this party!” Y/n giggles and rolls her eyes.

“Okay, let’s go! We’re already running behind!”

~~~~~

You and Spencer arrive hand in hand to Shayne and Courtney’s apartment, gift bag at the ready. The newlyweds were celebrating their marriage and decided to throw a cute little house party with a handful of their friends.

“You made it!” Courtney exclaimed when she heard the door close behind the two new guests.

“Hi, babe! Congratulations, we brought you guys a little gift!” You hand Court a little bag that reveals two shooters of alcohol with their names and wedding date painted with cute little designs. “Spence and I each painted one of them!” 

“Oh, stop! This is so cute!” They draw out their words slightly. “Shayne is gonna love them too! You guys are so thoughtful. Angela did something similar, we’re gonna have the cutest little trinket collection!” Courtney the two of you hugs and makes an exit to check on some other guests. 

Spencer ends up on an armchair chatting with a few work friends, drink in hand made by the one and only Tommy Bowe. The party was very sweet and calm when the couple arrived but now you join a group consisting of Angela, Arasha, and Courtney, creating a quartet of chaos. 

As Shayne talks to Spencer and the others in the living room about some of the music he’s been listening to, the four make an entrance, all sporting various blonde wigs.

“Did somebody say Sabrina Carpenter?” Courtney shouts, leading the way to the front of the living room; now stage. “Hit it, Ang!” Angela starts playing ‘Espresso’ from her phone as the group begins singing off key and dancing poorly in front of the room. 

You hear Shayne’s infectious laugh pour out of him as he watches his wife bring extra life to the room with a silly performance. The show is a disaster, just how they planned. You and Angela bonk your heads against one another while dancing poorly, leaving everyone in a fit of giggles. You hold your head, laughing, and head over to where Spencer is sitting and you make yourself comfortable on his lap.

“My head hurts, Spence” You drag out the last vowel in a whine, feigning a frown on your face. “Will you kiss it better?” Spencer rolls his eyes.

“Ew, no” you scoff at him and pout. He leans close to you, pauses and then kisses your pout away. “This wig is ridiculous, where’d you even find that?” You nod your head towards Court and take the wig off.

“Courtney had them in a random closet. Here.” You place the wig on his head. “You’re so pretty now!” 

“Was I not pretty before?” You shrug and Spencer scoffs with offense. “Shayne, aren't I so pretty without the wig? Y/n thinks the blonde is really working for me.” 

Shayne lets out a laugh and takes Spencer’s side. The two of you bicker back and forth and giggles are heard throughout the room. “I think you’ve had too many drinks, babe. You obviously have clouded judgement if you think I’m prettier with the wig on.” You laugh and nods your head, finally giving in.

The party begins to wrap up and Spencer takes notice of your sleepy eyes. You and Spencer say your goodbyes and congratulations to Shourtney before leaving and Spencer offers to swing by in the morning to help clean. “Thank you, Spence. I think we’ll be okay, you two have a good night!” Courtney hugs Spencer bidding him goodbye.

“Thank you for the gift by the way. Courtney was super excited about it, it’s very sweet. We’ll have those for a long time.” Shayne says quietly to you. 

“You’re welcome, I’m glad you both like them. You two are so great together I’m so happy for you both. Thanks for having us.” Shayne puts his arms around you and gives you a big hug. “Thank you. You and Spencer are next I’m sure.” 

Spencer takes notice of the little blush on your cheeks as you finish your farewells and turn out the door. 

~~~~~

He offers his jacket as the couple walks to the car and opens the door for her. “Home?” 

“Yeah.” a soft smile appears on her face. “One day we’ll throw a party like that.” Spencer hums.

“Yeah.” He reaches for her leg across the console. “I love you.” She puts her hand on top of his.

“I love you too.” 

[ichigo-plasma]

Surprising Your Boyfriend Haruka Sakurai By Wearing A Maid Dress

On The Menu: Haruka can't look away from you, Haruka has pervy thoughts, reader is adorable!, fluff, suggestive at the end

(Part 1)

A:N This was so fun. Where do we take Haruka next?

Boyfriend!Haruka who drags himself home after a long, exhausting day, his shoulders slumped and his mind foggy with fatigue. All he wants is to collapse into your arms and forget about everything else.

Boyfriend!Haruka who freezes in the doorway the moment he steps inside and hears your sweet, playful voice—“Welcome home, Master~!”—only to look up and nearly die on the spot.

Boyfriend!Haruka who feels his heart slam against his ribs when he sees you standing there in a frilly maid dress, the skirt way too short, your thighs peeking out just beneath the ruffles. His bag slips from his fingers, landing on the floor with a dull thud as his face erupts into a deep red.

Boyfriend!Haruka who is still standing there, shell-shocked, as you take his hand and lead him to the table, guiding him to sit down. He can barely breathe, let alone process what’s happening.

Boyfriend!Haruka who watches, dazed, as you set a fresh plate of omurice in front of him, the steam rising from the fluffy eggs. “What would Master like me to draw today?” you ask with an innocent tilt of your head, and god, he nearly groans out loud.

Boyfriend!Haruka who with his brain still scrambled from the sight of you in that outfit, somehow manages to mumble, “T-Two rabbits… holding hands…” because it reminds him of the two of you.

Boyfriend!Haruka who watches, completely entranced, as you carefully drizzle the ketchup onto the omurice, drawing the two little rabbits just as he requested. He swallows hard, his throat suddenly dry—not from the food, but from the way your chest slightly jiggles with each movement.

Boyfriend!Haruka who despite how unbearably turned on he is from your outfit, still manages to take a bite and hum in approval because your cooking is actually really good. But his gaze keeps flickering back to your short skirt, to the way it barely covers anything when you turn around to grab something… are you not wearing safety shorts…? /////

Boyfriend!Haruka who nearly chokes when you suddenly announce, “Master~! I prepared a special performance for you!” before breaking into a cute little song and dance, twirling and clapping your hands in sync with the music you played on your Bluetooth phone speaker.

Boyfriend!Haruka who is absolutely losing his mind at this point. His fists are clenched under the table, his nails digging into his palms as he watches you bounce and spin in that tiny skirt. His entire body is tense, and all he can think about is dragging you to the bedroom and ruining you.

Boyfriend!Haruka who no matter how much he tries to focus on your adorable singing, cannot stop staring at how your ass peeks out from under your skirt every time you move. He’s gripping his thighs so hard it’s painful, his restraint hanging by a thread.

Boyfriend!Haruka who the moment you lean over to refill his drink, finally snaps. His hand shoots out, grabbing your wrist and yanking you into his lap before you can even react. His breath is hot against your ear as he murmurs, “Y-You know what you do to me, dressed so cute…”

Boyfriend!Haruka who barely gives you a chance to protest before he’s carrying you to your shared bedroom, pressing you down onto the mattress, his body hovering over yours. His hands trail up your thighs, his fingers slipping beneath the soft fabric of your maid dress.

Boyfriend!Haruka who smirks down at you, his usual shyness completely overtaken by raw desire. “A good maid…” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your neck, “…should take care of her Master’s needs, right?”

[knoxoverstreetluvr]

random head canons about the poets:

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if you want more of these lmk :)

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Neil Perry:

- Is blind and refuses to wear his glasses, unless he’s in Mr. Keating’s class.

- Enjoys cuddling with every poet. If you are a member of the Dead Poets Society, you are not safe from Neil.

- HAS to see Broadway performances each time they go into NYC.

- Ring wearer, even has one with a “T” on it.

- Coffee addict.

- He hates tying his shoes so Todd usually ends up tying them.

- Claims to want to buy a Tiger when he gets rich and famous.

Todd Anderson:

- Knits and bakes so there are sweet treats at meetings, and he also is the main contributor to Knox’s sweater collection.

- Collects wristwatches.

- Stargazes and knows all the constellations.

- Can’t swim, like at all.

- Picks the skin around his nails as a nervous habit.

- Very prone to getting sick, due to his weak immune system.

- Hozier’s number 1 fan.

Charlie Dalton:

- Sings Queen in the mirror whilst getting ready.

- Snores LOUD, but Knox is a heavy sleeper so it doesn’t matter.

- Plays soccer, and is Number 17.

- Marvel fein, his favorite superhero is Iron Man.

- Pranks people with Neil.

- Draws VERY well, and does portraits of the poets.

- BAND KID.

- Frequents detention.

Knox Overstreet:

- Can’t handle his alcohol and is a clingy drunk.

- Plays the guitar, which is another reason he bought Charlie one.

- HUGE music guy and collects vinyls, but he cannot sing for the life of him.

- Get antsy at night so he makes his rounds with sleeping in the other boy’s dorms/rooms, but can usually be found in Charlie’s.

- Has an inhaler.

- Number one Anderperry shipper.

- Not the best poet.

- RED CASHMERE SWEATER. (idk why but i’ve read so many fics that headcanon him having a very fancy red sweater that Charlie steals so yes.)

Steven Meeks:

- Makes a mean Shirley Temple.

- Still sleeps with a stuffed animal, it’s a giraffe named Gordie.

- Star Wars fan.

- Knows a bunch of languages and switches to one of them when he gets overcome with emotions.

- Can read people almost creepily well.

- Has a collection of buttons in a huge binder.

- Has horrible handwriting.

- Breaks his glasses at least once every 6 months.

Gerard Pitts:

- Had a pet turtle named Leo.

- Met Meeks at some sort of child math camp.

- Loves teenage mutant ninja turtles

- Carries a glasses wipe in his jacket pocket for Meeks and occasionally Neil.

- Neatest handwriting of the entire bunch so he’s the scribe.

- Star Trek fan.

- He’s actually very serious despite the rep he gets for being a silly guy.

Richard Cameron:

- Cannot actually write any poetry.

- Secretly reads romance novels.

- Has a green thumb.

- Surprisingly good at gaming.

- His mother made him take dance lessons as a child.

- Goes to sleep very early

- Harry Potter fan.

- SEVERE Mama’s boy.

[chlorinecake]

Okay this is my first time doing one of these but could you do like how the enhypen members would react to seeing you practice their part in the choreography of one of their songs

「 ✦ enha reaction’s WHEN YOU LEARN THEIR PART IN A DANCE CHOREOGRAPHY ✦ 」

𓂃 𓈒 or when they see you dance for the first time

idol bf ! 엔하이픈 x non idol ! f. reader ⃘ 🎧

contains ∿ 🧋 pet names, kisses & teasing genre fluff, crack, est. dating 1192 words

𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆 ✴︎

He would be quite impressed honestly, taking pride in his sweet girlfriend wanting to mirror his talent in some way.

“You gotta get the head isolation down at this part, though,” he critiqued, putting a finger to his lips while dancing Sweet Venom.

“Well, if it looks wrong, blame yourself, because that’s who I’ve been copying this whole time,” you teased, poking him in the side of his waist and making him chuckle.

“Hmm… maybe your performance just needs a little bedazzling... Be right back!”

Your boyfriend ran out of the dancing studio, telling you to close your eyes once he came back before nestling a cowgirl hat atop your head like an angel on a Christmas tree.

You reacted immediately upon seeing your reflection in the mirror, a now smiley Heeseung standing behind your frame, “What?! Wait- When did you get this?”

Literally your face right now: 😭 

“People don’t call me an ace for nothing, babe. Now c’monnn, let’s dance together this time…,” he urged in a sing-songy voice, playfully tugging at your hands while spinning you around, “I wanna see my pretty cowgirl dance for me some more...”

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐉𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐆 ✴︎

“Yeah, I literally have the world’s coolest girlfriend now…,” Jay huffed proudly, giving you a kiss on the crown of your head after catching you dance in the living room.

“Now? What do you mean now?!?!,” you asked offendedly, pouting at him slightly.

“This wasn’t exactly how I planned to bring this up, but are you ready to become my Mrs. Park?”

“I've been ready since the day we met, Jay,” you smiled, burying your face in his chest while hugging him, “But I would've danced your part in a song a lot sooner if I knew it'd get me a ring...”

“Oh? So a diamond is all you want me for now? Wowwww, babe-”

You gave him a look that automatically let him know you weren't too fond of the comment he just made, “Kidding” he said, ruffling your hair playfully, “I know you love me... enough to copy me, apparently.”

“Should we break out in synchronized dancing now?” You offered, playing Sacrifice Eat Me Up from the beginning on your phone.

“Yes… but only if you can keep up with me, of course.”

*Insert Jay's infamous Roblox smirk*

𝐒𝐈𝐌 𝐉𝐀𝐄𝐘𝐔𝐍 ✴︎

The definition of 🧍‍♂️when you pulled him aside to show off the new choreography you'd been working on for the past hour.

Goofy laugher pt. 1

“Is this actually happening right now?,” he asked while laughing shyly, just after you finished ✨performing✨ for him…

“What do you mean? D-did it look bad?,” you asked worriedly, part of your heart still feeling warm though from hearing his shy giggle earlier.

“No, no, you did great, it’s just… why my part?” He continued, hoping to draw the conversation in a different direction, given how flustered he truly felt.

“Because you look hot while doing it... I felt inspired,” you said cheekily, walking up to Jake and placing your hands on his chest, Jake’s hands wrapping around your waist as he looked back down at you.

“Babe, you can’t say stuff like that then act all playful without expecting my brain to short-circuit,” he sighed, face heating up as he looked back down at your giggling frame within the hug.

“Well, did I at least do your part in the dance any justice or did that make your brain-malfunctioning even worse?,” you pouted with puppy-dog eyes as if to persuade his anger, even though you already could tell he liked it.

“No, love… I'm just in shock, honestly... you did criminally well.”

*Insert second-hand embarrassment from Jake's corny ahh pun*

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐍 ✴︎

Sunghoon was initially kinda salty about you having locked yourself up in the garage all morning on his day off, but all those feelings went away once he caught on to what you were up to.

“Hey, I didn’t say you could come in here,” you yelped, just as your boyfriend barged in the garage, catching you mid dance move.

You had been practicing Chaconne because you knew it was one of his favorite songs and you figured it'd cheer him to see you supporting his interests.

“Don’t mind me,” he started, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, “I’m just observing... please, continue.”

“God, Hoon, you’re embarrassing me,” you whined, covering your face from the way he was staring you up and down in this moment.

“It’s cute, though… watching you stress yourself out trying to dance like me when the pro's been one call away this whole time.”

The pro?, you thought to yourself, the self-proclaimed title being enough to snap you out of your bashfulness.

“I might’ve been practicing for a while, but I’m already doing some parts better than you,” you scoffed competitively, making him laugh at your words to the point where his dimples started showing.

“Cocky and shy? What an interesting combination… did you get that from me, too?”

𝐊𝐈𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐎𝐎 ✴︎

Sunoo smiled knowingly as he walked into the dance studio, grabbing a nearby rag to pat-dry the sweat on your face, “you’ve been avoiding me all day and working out like crazy, so what’s going on?”

“I’ve been working on this tough choreography, actually … but since you’re here, maybe you can help?”

“Oh, okay,” he chirped, watching as you started to dance out the steps to Fever, stopping when you got to the part you’d been struggling with.

“How do you do this part? It just looks so much better when you do it…,” your voice stalled as you saw his cheeks expand with a smile on the mirror, “SUNOO!?”

Goofy laugher pt. 2–

The guy was quite literally laughing his ass off at you right now, feeling both a mix of embarrassment and flattery at your actions.

He noticed you pouting, covering his mouth to stall his giggles before speaking, “I’m sorry babe, you just looked so cute while dancing, I couldn’t hold back!”

“It’s supposed to look sexy though,” you whined, knowing that it’d get him to hug you in response.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐖𝐎𝐍 ✴︎

“So is this your new idea of teasing me?,” Jungwon asked upon getting back home from work, the first thing in sight being you in front of the TV, quite literally passing the mic to one of his fancams.

You audibly scoffed at his words, pausing the video and giving him a look, “This is hardly teasing, Wonie… just ‘cause I’m your girlfriend, it doesn’t mean I can’t fangirl over you from time to time…”

He sat his duffel bag on the ground, walking up to give you his usual ‘I’m home’ kiss and hug before responding, “Fine then… but you definitely need to keep practicing that footwork if you want me to take you seriously.”

“Heyyy,” you whined, playfully smacking his shoulder which only made him laugh at how adorable you look, “now who’s teasing?”

𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐈 ✴︎

“Okay, I do not stick my butt out like that when I do it. Watch,” Niki corrected, initially having cringed upon catching you dance Bite Me, but had now turned your little activity into a whole ass dance-off.

“Yes, you 110% do... you always have to babygirl-ify the dance moves,” you replied matter-of-factly, starting from the pre-chorus and flipping your hair more than necessary just like him.

“I know you’re about to start spewing trash whenever you use made up words,” he scoffed with fake annoyance, trying to hide the smile tugging at his lips after seeing you dance so passionately.

“Stop, I can tell you’re smiling! Just admit that you’re impressed by me, Riki, and take the L… or W since you have a talented girlfriend…”

“Fine… you’re right… I am highly impressed… both by your dancing skills and choice of vocabulary,” he confessed playfully, giving you a side hug and kissing the top on your head.

“Maybe we should work towards debuting as a couple duo now... I just know that everyone would bias us…,” he thought out loud, making you giggle at his words.

tysm for reading this quick lil fic ✗⚬ﾒ𝟶 a/n ℓօⓥe always ⋆⋆⋆

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ( 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 💌 ) @squoxle @nikisdubblchococake @wonbinisbabygurl @ashgonedash @yourmomscuntis2tighy @watamotee33 @addictedtohobi @microwvdstrawb3rri3s

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Writing Notes: Self-Care Wheel

Self-Care - activities required for personal care, such as eating, dressing, or grooming, that can be managed by an individual without the assistance of others.

The Self-Care Wheel

Provides a structure for identifying and nourishing areas where you are either failing, surviving, or thriving.

The most widely used assessment wheel, created by the Olga Phoenix Project, is based on the work of Karen Saakvitne and Laurie Pearlman (described in Transforming the Pain: A Workbook on Vicarious Traumatization; 1996).

The Olga Phoenix Self-Care Wheel consists of two sheets, each containing a set of 6 dimensions placed on the outside rim of the wheel, including:

Psychological

Emotional

Spiritual

Personal

Professional

Physical

Each dimension represents an area of your life that, ideally, deserves daily attention.

The first sheet contains a suggested list of topics, placed between the spokes of the wheel below the relevant dimension.

Each item is an inspiration or a prompt to take an action that promotes nurture in that area.

The second wheel is left blank for personalization.

A therapist or coach typically supplies both sheets to a client, but there may be times (to avoid bias) where only the blank sheet is given.

Self-Care Activities for your Physical Domain

Your physical health is vital to your overall wellbeing, And, according to the American Nurses Association, it is not only the absence of disease, but also lifestyle choices that avoid preventable illnesses, maintaining a balanced mind, body, and spirit.

Eat healthily

Exercise regularly

Be sexual (safely)

Put good sleeping habits in place

Take vacations

Take time off and ensure downtime

Schedule regular massages

Seek out a qualified acupuncturist

Take relaxing baths

Kiss (your partner, family, your dog)

Ask for nurture

Take daily walks (if possible in nature)

Turn off or put your phone on silent

Self-Care Activities for your Psychological Domain

Psychological wellbeing is crucial to not only your state of mind, but also your physical health. According to the American Psychological Association, psychological wellbeing involves being both happy and content, with low levels of distress, good mental health, and quality of life.

Perform self-reflection and self-awareness

Journaling

Sensory engagement

Schedule aromatherapy

Do something creative, draw, paint, quilt, cook, etc.

Go to the ballet, a symphony, or a concert

Relax in your garden, park, or at the beach

Garden

Read a self-help book

Think about your positive qualities and your strengths

Practice (and visualize) asking for and receiving help

Practice mindfulness

Self-Care Activities for your Emotional Domain

Emotional wellness can be described as understanding and being aware and comfortable with your feelings, and being able to express emotions constructively.

Perform affirmations

Cry

Social justice engagement

Laugh

Say “I love you” (show positive emotions more often, and mean them)

Watch a funny or heartening movie

Find a hobby

Flirt (if appropriate)

Buy yourself a present

Spend time with your pet

Practice forgiveness

Self-Care Activities for your Spiritual Domain

Spiritual wellness has a different meaning for each of us. Typically, it is about having values and beliefs that provide meaning to your life and having the opportunity and motivation to align your behavior to them.

Perform self-reflection

Spend time in nature

Self-cherish

Meditate or practice mindfulness

Sing and dance

Play with your children

Be inspired

Practice yoga

Bathe in the sea, a river, a lake

Watch the sunset or sunrise

Pray

Find a spiritual mentor

Volunteer for a cause close to your heart

Foster self-forgiveness

Self-Care Activities for your Personal Domain

Being engaged intellectually and at a profoundly personal level in your actions, environment, and social group is likely to promote growth and wellbeing in your personal domain.

Learn who you are

Explore what you want out of life

Plan short- and long-term goals

Make a vision board

Foster friendships

Go on dates

Get a coffee or drink with a friend

Learn to relax

Write poetry, short stories, or a book

Spend time with loved ones

Cook

Learn to play an instrument

Self-Care Activities for your Professional Domain

Wellbeing in the professional domain is most likely when your work and studies leave you feeling fulfilled, while you continue to grow, learn, and make meaningful contributions.

Make time for lunch, and take regular breaks

Do not repeatedly work late

Do not work during time off

Find a good mentor

Get support from colleagues

Take mental health days

Learn to say no

Plan your current or next career

Learn, take a class

Take vacation and sick days

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Hi! It’s me again! I really like the request you made. I was wondering if you can make Jade Leech x Fem! Reader where they’re both singers for the Monstro Lounge and they sing ‘Sway’ by Michael Buble

Jade Leech x Fem! reader singing "Sway"

The Monstro Lounge was buzzing softly, a perfect blend of elegance and tranquility. The faint hum of conversations and clinking glasses echoed in the dimly lit space. There was a sense of anticipation in the air tonight,an unspoken excitement that had spread like wildfire among the guests. The place was packed, and for good reason: tonight’s performance would feature not only one of the Lounge’s star singers but also the charismatic Jade Leech.

You stood backstage, fingers lightly tapping against the microphone stand. Your heartbeat was a little faster than usual, your nerves already bubbling to the surface. This was nothing new for you; performing at the Lounge had long since become second nature. But tonight, you weren’t performing alone.

The lights dimmed, and the crowd fell silent as the music started to play. A soft piano intro filled the room, the melody slow and inviting. The stage lights above you flared to life, casting a warm glow over the intimate space. The opening notes of Sway echoed through the room, and you allowed the music to settle around you like a cloak.

You leaned into the microphone, taking a deep breath before your voice melted into the melody.

"When marimba rhythms start to play, dance with me, make me sway..."

Your voice was rich and full of warmth, smooth like honey as it caressed the first verse. The crowd’s attention was immediately locked on you, their gazes fixed. But your focus was on one person,Jade.

His eyes were fixed on you as he stood beside you, his usual charming smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He wore his usual composed demeanor, but something about the glint in his eyes made it clear that he was enjoying the moment as much as you were. His hand was steady on the microphone as he waited for his turn, his posture relaxed, but his gaze was intense,calculating.

And then, as the melody shifted, Jade’s deep, rich voice joined the music, sending a shiver down your spine.

"Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore, hold me close, sway me more..."

His voice was everything you imagined it would be: smooth, hypnotic, full of effortless control. He was a master at drawing people in with his presence, and the way he let his voice glide over each word made your pulse quicken. You couldn’t help but meet his eyes, his gaze unwavering, as if challenging you to keep up.

As the song progressed, you swayed gently, caught up in the rhythm of the music and the chemistry between you and Jade. There was something so magnetic about him, something that made it hard to focus on anything else in the world. The music swirled around you both like a dance of its own, every note carrying a delicate promise of something unspoken between the two of you. You felt like you were floating, your movements naturally aligning with his, the space between your bodies practically nonexistent.

When the next verse arrived, you both sang in unison. The closeness was undeniable, the way your voices intermingled seamlessly.

"Other dancers may be on the floor, dear, but my eyes will see only you..."

Your voice cracked on the final note, just slightly, but Jade’s sharp gaze never left yours, offering a small reassuring smile as he added his own voice to yours. His presence was overwhelming, and yet, it was comforting. His gaze seemed to understand the vulnerability of the moment. He was steady and sure, in a way that made you feel more confident as you sang alongside him.

The intensity built as you moved into the chorus, the tempo increasing ever so slightly, the rhythm tugging at you both. With every sway of your body, you could feel the warmth of Jade’s proximity, his breath close to your ear, his voice almost ghosting over your skin as he sang the next line:

"I can hear the sound of violins, long before it begins..."

You held onto every word, every note. It wasn’t just about the song anymore,it was about this moment, about the way your voices blended together perfectly, and about the growing tension between you and Jade that seemed to swirl and hum under the music.

By the time you reached the final chorus, the room was alive with the rhythm of your voices, the chemistry between you palpable in the air. But despite the crowd’s cheers, despite the applause that rang through the room as the song finished, you could hardly hear it over the thundering pulse in your chest.

The final note hung in the air for a long moment before you stepped back, your breath shallow but controlled. The room erupted into applause, but you and Jade stood there, locked in that moment, just the two of you.

Jade’s smirk deepened, and he lowered his microphone. The warmth of his voice was low, just for you to hear.

“Exquisite, my dear. Truly.” His words were smooth, but there was an edge to them, a promise that wasn’t lost on you. “You’re quite the talented performer.”

You turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze. His smile was subtle but there was something undeniably sharp behind it.

The crowd continued to cheer, but for a brief, fleeting moment, it felt as though the rest of the world had disappeared. All that remained was Jade, and his intoxicating presence, as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing your ear.

“We should do this more often, wouldn’t you agree?” His voice was like silk, smooth and dark with an almost teasing undertone.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you tried to steady your breath.

“Yes…” you replied, your voice shaky but sincere. “I’d love that.”

And with that, the performance ended,but you knew, this was only the beginning.

English is not my first language !

[lyrashifts]

SCRIPTING IDEAS ! ─── hogwarts clubs + extra-curriculars.

BOOK CLUB.

students read books monthly and discuss what they enjoyed, what they didn't, symbolism, deeper meanings, etc. you may script whether books are muggle or magical fiction, as well as what books will be chosen.

THEATER CLUB.

students may audition for roles in specific plays and perform in them. there may also be workshops to improve acting, singing and dancing skills. you may script that you always get lead roles or are a talented actor in addition to this. you may also script in a theater for hogwarts.

MUSIC CLUB.

students may either learn to play instruments or improve their already existing skills. projects may be given to either perform certain songs or compose music. groups may be made and bands can be formed with specific students and friends. you may script that you already know an instrument (unless you want to learn), or that you are a talented singer / songwriter.

COOKING AND BAKING CLUB.

students can learn new recipes and how to make them with and without magic. you can script that students can keep their deserts or at the end of each meeting, members get to try other's foods either for fun or to rank them.

HERBOLOGY CLUB.

students who are interested in herbology and more advanced or intricate aspects of it may join this club. they may learn about more plants and have an opportunity to earn extra credit in herbology for joining this class.

POTIONS CLUB.

students who are interested in potions and wish to explore more complicated potions may join this club. they will create potions and learn about ingredients either brushed over in the curriculum or that aren't included. they may have an opportunity to earn extra credit in potions for joining this class.

MINISTRY OF MAGIC CLUB.

similarly to what might be a united nations club, students may take roles of ministry members and learn more about the ministry in general. students joining this club may be seen as more suitable for a job in the ministry once out of hogwarts. students may also have field-trips to learn about other country's magical governments or to the ministry itself to learn exactly how it works.

LANGUAGE CLUBS.

students wishing to learn certain languages may join language learning clubs! this may be especially helpful if you are already trying to learn a language and want more practice. languages may include whatever you script them to, such as french, latin, greek, spanish, etc.

FLYING CLUB.

as only a limited number of students may join the quidditch team, younger or less talented students may join the flying club for an enjoyable and less strict take on quidditch. they may have games that are not divided by house that are less competitive.

ART CLUB.

students who enjoy more artistic activities, such as drawing, painting, sculpting, and more may join this club. you may work on projects based on the medium you enjoy and receive criticism and help on your work. students may also simply come here to work on their personal projects alongside others.

STUDYING AND HOMEWORK CLUB.

students who wish to study with others or desire help on their work and assignments may join or attend this club. professors will be there to help with anyone struggling and talented students may gain extra credit by helping students with their work and studies.

here are just some clubs i've decided to include in my own dr. if you have any other ideas, feel free to suggest some and i'll do my best to add them!

[novvabee]

The Boys in the Band

AN: I got carried away with this one, but here is the second part to the band au

word count: 2.8k

cw: language? there is nothing really bad about this one.

Since your first show, you had been quite busy. You had opened for a couple bands at The Common Room, you booked a few nights at the popular club, The Hog’s Head, and managed to snag a spot in another festival. You had become popular very quickly amongst the girls, gays, theys, and young people in the city. Each gig you noted more and more fans, crowds growing, singing so loud and dancing so hard. 

This is what you always dreamed of, performing and making people happy. You lived for the drama and theatrics of it all, dressing up on stage and singing your heart out. The girls felt the same electricity, the same passion as you. That made your bond as a group that much stronger.

Not to mention, you were all good friends. Lily had mentioned to you that she and Mary had been messing around and found out they actually sounded really good together. Then they asked Marlene if she would play drums, which she said yes to in a heartbeat. And then Lily realized they needed a front woman, someone who could sing and bring the most energy. She thought of you, your bold and fierce attitude, your flirty and fun personality. And that is how you started.

The four of you wrote all the music you performed; the fun and girly songs by Mary, the campy over-the-top songs about women by Marlene, the sad and slow ballads by yourself, and the thought provoking and experimental ones by Lily.

Mary had the upbeat, girly, pop songs down. Her personality just flowed with inspiration for them, so those were the types of songs that you mostly sang and performed. You weren’t complaining, her songs were half the fun.

Marlene was full of something you all liked to tease her about; lesbian angst. But all that angst made for great songs to perform and were usually the crowd favorites.

Lily was slightly different, she was full of thoughts and ideas about the world, and her medium to get them out of her brain and into the world, was through music and lyrics. She wrote a lot of songs for women, for rights for all and for political change. If you had to pick, you would say hers were by far your favorites. She didn’t write often, but when she did, she had a message, something to say. You loved that about her.

Your songs were all ballads and sad. The girls teased you about that too, saying you shouldn’t let a man make you cry. It wasn’t exactly your fault, you had just gotten out of a long term relationship, and were drawing inspiration from all the confusing, mixed feelings that came with that. 

You had been dating this boy, Matthew, for about a year and a half, but everything seemed to take a turn for the worse a couple months ago. Your once sweet and charming boyfriend had turned into this cold, vacant man right in front of you. You two argued all the time, about small things as well as very important, serious things. He started accusing you of sneaking around, hiding things from him, cheating on him. None of it was true, and you tried to tell him that, but he wouldn’t listen to reason.

So you had enough. You told him that if you two couldn’t work things out, you didn’t know if you could continue on. He said nothing, just agreed with you. He didn’t try to mend the broken relationship, didn't try to fight either for you or with you. You would’ve taken either, but he just walked away.

As much as you tell yourself you’re doing so much better, that you have moved on and don’t care about him anymore, that isn’t exactly true.

You leaned into the band to distract yourself, putting everything you had in it so that you wouldn’t be left with those feelings. You’re just glad you had your friends, your girls who not only could help you through it, but also help you see this band through. They ignited you.

You felt that way even just sitting on the floor of Mary’s apartment. The space was cute and cozy. You girls were sprawled out over fluffy rugs, a plush couch, and two oversized bean bags. 

Mary was nodding her head along to a beat that only she could hear, writing down what you could only guess were new lyrics. Lily was strumming a tune she had been working on for over a week. You and Marlene were talking about what to wear for your upcoming show. 

“I think you'd look good in that pink leotard with the matching cowgirl boots.” Marlene recommended.

“The pink tassels or the pink heart?” you asked.

She thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up. “The tassels, that way you can wear the boots and maybe a cowboy hat,” she paused looking at the other two, “maybe we can try out Pink Pony?”

Excited, you clapped your hands together. You had been dying to perform this new song in front of a crowd and this was the perfect opportunity. You were playing at The Common Room again, but this time it was only you. Unlike every other performance you had, this time there were no openers, and no one else after you. You got a whole set for yourselves and the whole night to perform and party with fans.

The night was going to be nothing short of magical.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

James followed Remus and Sirius into the stage door of The Common Room.

All three boys wanted to come and see the performance that The Pixies were giving tonight. They had gained a lot of traction recently, seemingly overnight.

James didn’t feel at all jealous or threatened, they were doing just as well themselves, and they made entirely different music. He was more curious as to the fact that this band came out of nowhere.

The Marauders were used to competition revolving around the music world. They had been doing this for a while now, they understood the fight to fill spots and book sets. This band was just another contender now.

James was more frequently used to The Snakes stealing their gigs or spots in festivals, but now even they were pushed aside for this new band. The Snakes was led by Sirius’s little brother Regulus, another person on the list James hadn’t spoken to in a while. James knew that Regulus was a grudge holder, hell, he was related to Sirius, so he shouldn’t be surprised that Regulus cut all contact.

He fucked up, he knew he did. But he still wasn’t ready to think about it.

Slipping through the crowd and continuing to follow as best he could, all three boys ended up in the back of the already packed room. 

“Holy shit,” Sirius began, “there are so many people. How much were tickets?” He asked Remus.

Remus answered with a head shake. “Don’t know, Lily told me to come in through the back door so we wouldn’t have to pay.”

James’s stomach sunk, maybe he shouldn’t have come. Lily didn’t even invite him, he just tagged along with Remus. But, she had to have known that would happen, right? The boys didn’t do anything or go anywhere without each other.

“Oh my god! Hi,” came a voice from a girl to his right. “You’re The Marauders right? I love you guys. I’ve been to, like, a bunch of shows.” James recognized this girl. She was always front row or close enough, always giving Sirius a look that showed she wanted to fuck him, or at least become a groupie. “Could I get a pic?” she asked.

Sirius smirked. “Course you can sweetheart.” he said while she handed her phone to someone she was with. She stood between Remus and Sirius for the photo, then thanked the boys, obviously wanting the interaction to continue. 

James did not. He would look like such an asshole taking pictures with fans at Lily’s show.

The thought was cut short when the house lights dimmed and the stage turned a hazy pink color. James lost every thought in his head when you came out on stage.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

Walking out onto the stage, you were met by a wall of sound, cheers and screams. Your nerves and butterflies instantly fluttered away. This is where you were meant to be, up here on this stage, in front of a crowd, making music. You had dreamed of this since you were a little girl.

You pranced yourself out in a cowboy hat and high heel boots, a matching sparkly and intricately tasseled leotard to top it all off. Your ass may be out, but that was the fun of it, the aesthetic. Especially for the new song you had prepared for the night. 

“Hello my friends.” you said, the cheers and screams somehow getting even louder. “We are The Pixies,” you introduced, “and we are here to give you the night of your life.”

You looked around the crowd to see so many faces enhanced with intricate and beautiful makeup looks, so many fans copying looks from your previous performances, so many bodies in bright colors. So many people who felt confident in what they were wearing and how they looked. 

“We’re gonna start off with a new one if that’s ok with you.” You announced you got an astounding amount of cheers, noting many phones launch into the air to record this new one. “This song is a fun one but more importantly,” you paused, the whole crowd hanging on your breath, “it is about what my mother thinks I am doing with my life. Here is Pink Pony Club!”

The girls started playing the intro and you walked to the front of the stage, sitting down, legs dangling off.

I know you wanted me to stay

But I can't ignore the crazy visions of me in LA

And I heard that there's a special place

Where boys and girls can all be queens every single day

You stood, walking back to center stage.

I'm having wicked dreams of leaving Tennessee

Hear Santa Monica, I swear it's calling me

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

You whipped around to the audience

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

You started dancing and jumping around stage, Lily and Mary joining you, smiles plastered on their faces

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

The audience had settled into the performance, had gotten into the groove of the song, and joined in the dancing and the fun.

I'm up and jaws are on the floor

Lovers in the bathroom and a line outside the door

Blacklights and a mirrored disco ball

Every night's another reason why I left it all

I thank my wicked dreams a year from Tennessee

Oh, Santa Monica, you've been too good to me

Won't make my mama proud, it's gonna cause a scene

She sees her baby girl, I know she's gonna scream

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

The crowd was going crazy, right along with you, until you slowed down and the girls played quieter for the bridge.

Don't think I've left you all behind

Still love you and Tennessee

You're always on my mind

And mama, every Saturday

I can hear your southern drawl a thousand miles away, saying

God, what have you done?

You're a pink pony girl

And you dance at the club

Oh mama, I'm just having fun

On the stage in my heels

It's where I belong down at the

You jumped up and danced like crazy, the crowd joining in, loving this new song. Some picked up on the lyrics and were singing them back to you, the feeling indescribable.

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing down in

West Hollywood

I'm gonna keep on dancing at the

Pink Pony Club, Pink Pony Club

I'm gonna keep on dancing

I'm gonna keep on dancing

You kept dancing as Lily and Mary played the outro, out of breath and so happy. Once the song was finished, the whole building was filled with cheering. You looked to Mary, then over to Lily, they looked just as ecstatic, you could imagine Marlene felt the same. 

“Thank you, thank you!” you said into the mic. “Well, if you like that Common Room, we’re just getting started.”

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

James had never seen a concert, a band like yours. There was no way to describe it, you were just, stars already. 

The rest of the concert was filled with just as much fun, joy as the first song. The dancing and singing and laughing was indescribable. 

The boys waited after the concert, waited until the last of the fans trickled out, then they made their way backstage. Walking down the halls and to the dressing room that had a piece of paper with the word “Pixies” in bold letters, Remus knocked on the door. 

The giggling and sounds of excitement were radiating from the room, loudly even with the door shut.

They waited for a moment before the door pulled open, revealing Mary. The smile dropped from her face for a moment before she put another one in its place, this one though, was more of an uncomfortable grimace more than anything. “Hey! I didn’t know you guys were here.” Mary said, opening the door to let the boys slide through. She hugged each of them on their way in.

James made eye contact with Lily who was on the couch with Marlene. She didn’t break away. He quickly looked over to Marlene and smiled. “We wanted to come and say great show!” he said, directed at them all, but not being able to look away from Marlene, who just smirked, knowing the situation and that James was incredibly uncomfortable right now.

“Thanks.” Marlene replied smoothly. 

Sirius noted the tension and decided to break it. “Where is she?” he asked.

All eyes went to him as Mary asked “Y/N?”

He looked at her and rolled his eyes, “No, the queen.” he said sarcastically.

“Are you going to try to sleep with her?” Mary asked, not holding back.

“What, no!” Sirius denied as if it wasn’t exactly something Sirius would do. “I just want to meet her. ‘Know thy enemy’ and all that.”

Lily scoffed. “She’ll be out in a minute, I think she's taking off her makeup.”

And as if right on que, you waltzed right out of the connected bathroom and into the dressing room. Smiling, you looked at the boys standing across from the couch. 

“Here she is!” Mary ushered you over, chipper and still energized from the performance. “This is Y/N, Y/N these are the boys in The Marauders.”

Your smile grew. “The Marauders? You guys were amazing at the festival.”

Sirius smiled back at you, charming as ever. “‘I'm Sirius.” you looked to the next boy, who was glancing at a fuming Lily.

“Uh, I’m James.” He smiled, seeming to come back to reality and out of whatever thought he was lost in. 

You looked at the final boy, tall and leaning against the wall. “And you’re Remus, right?” you asked.

He nodded. “Yeah we met a while back, lovely to see you again.”

“Lovely to see you! And it is lovely to finally meet you two.” you said to the newly acquainted Sirius and James, they nodded and smiled politely. There was a noticeable tension between everyone in the room, was there really that much of a rivalry?

“I think the boys were just heading out,” Mary said to the three boys standing in front of her. “Isn't that right?”

Sirius huffed and led the other two out throwing a “See you all soon.” over his shoulder as Mary escorted and followed them out into the hallway, shutting the door beyond her.

“That was… strange.” you said to Lily and Marlene. They just looked at each other and laughed, rolling their eyes. You didn’t understand.

“They're idiots.” Marlene supplied.

“They're boys.” Lily corrected.

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[angstyoni]

Season Opener.

Summary: F1 decides they want to announce they're coming to South Korea in a unique way. So they decide to get a group of female drivers from F1 Academy to perform K-Pop songs to announce it at the season opener. A season opener that those groups end up attending. What happens when the newest driver on the scene catches the eye of a certain group?

A/N: I'm a bit newer to K-Pop, and more specifically Enhypen, but I couldn't get this idea out of my head. I usually write for a very different genre, so I apologise if this isn't like the usual K-Pop fics on here. But I just needed to write this down. Also torn if I should write this as Heeseung x Reader or Jay x Reader. Let me know!

If you had asked me a year ago if I’d ever listen to kpop, the answer would have been a solid maybe. If you asked me if I would ever be performing covers of the songs, the answer would have been a solid no.

But here I was, backstage at the season launch event in Australia, a few hours away from performing K-Pop songs in front of all my work colleagues. Oh, and the K-Pop groups we were performing the songs of. No pressure at all. Not in the slightest. Especially when I’d accidentally started singing to one of the songs during one of the rehearsal periods with the companies of the respective groups, and now not only were we dancing, we were also singing. Well for those of us that could, we would be. Which wasn’t many. Out of a grid of twenty drivers taking part in this in some way, only eight of us would be dancing the entire thing, and only four of us would be singing.

”Why are you so nervous?” Tina asks as she falls into the make up chair next to me. “Aren’t you in a band? You should be use to this.”

I roll my eyes at her and lightly shake my head so I don’t mess up the make up the girl is trying to do on me. “Yes but I’m either playing my bass guitar or I’m just singing. I’ve never done choreography and singing like this.” I tell her.

”She’s not wrong. It’s like my first F1 Academy race. Yeah I’ve raced before, but I was still nervous as hell for my first race.” Lia adds from the other side of me.

This was my first year in F1 Academy, but I’d quickly fallen into a friendship with these two. Which I was very glad for. A lot of the girls didn’t like me. Mainly because I hadn’t come from a racing background. I was a former twitch streamer, who’d fallen into simulator racing and had caught the eye of Red Bull along the way. They’d been quick to sign me for their e-sport team, and for simulator testing. During that time they thought it would be interesting to throw me into a car and see what I could do with the real thing on a test day. And I’d somehow taken to it better than any of them could have expected.

Over time they’d thrown me into more testing, more sessions. But when I’d asked for a chance to do more, they’d said no. Said I was just a gamer who’d gotten lucky. That I didn’t have the experience to actually race. But during that testing time I’d caught the attention of another team due to one of their drivers. McLaren and Lando Norris. He’d seen my streams and had managed to catch some of the test drives I’d done on some race weekends. So he’d approached Zak. And before I knew it I’d been asked to meet with him before the start of last season. And even though I’d been signed with Red Bull, I was a McLaren fan from the start. No one in their wildest dreams would turn down a meeting with the CEO of their favourite team.

And I didn’t have a single regret. I’d walked in expecting just to meet with Zak, but had walked into Zak, Lando, Oscar and Oscar’s manager Mark. All of them smiling at me as I’d entered the meeting room in a hotel we’d agreed to meet at so we wouldn’t draw any unwanted attention. There they’d laid out wanting me to be apart of their simulation and performance program, with the high potential to be a driver from them in one of the racing series if all went well. The next day I signed my contract with McLaren racing and with Mark as my manager. It was a dream come to. And a lifeline I’d very much needed with Red Bull calling me in the next day to say they weren’t renewing my contract for the year. Claiming I wasn’t performing well. Even though I’d won the e-sports league for the team with very little help from the other two drivers. I still remembered the confused looks on their faces when I’d smiled and said ok before walking out of the building like they’d given me the best news ever. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall to see their reactions the next day when McLaren announced me as driver for them. And within the first few months they’d offered me a contract for a spot on their F1 Academy team. Most teams only sponsored one driver, but McLaren wanted to be the first to have two drivers on the grid. And I’d happily accepted. Which is what led me to nearly eight months of preparing for this launch.

I could have said no to it. But there was some part of me that was excited to try something new. And with how my new racing career had taken off, I’d missed getting the chance to perform. Only getting to do it here and there. And despite the fact I’d never done professional dancing in my life, I’d enjoyed it. Enjoyed learning the moves, dancing to the music, putting my own twist on the moves and making it my own. At first I’d been scared it wouldn’t go ahead. They’d flown us all to Korea to meet with the companies that had shown interest in the idea put forward by Formula 1. They’d wanted to meet us all in person, see how we moved, and see if it was something we could pull off. And by some miracle, by the end of the week they had agreed it could be done. And here we were, about to perform the performance we’d put together.

”And you two don’t have the added stress of doing a bloody solo in front of everyone.” I mutter before wincing as the hair stylist starts pulling on my hair.

”You’re going to nail it.” Tina says with an excited smile.

”Yeah, you’ve been killing it in rehersals. You’re going to do fine.” Lia adds with a nod.

”Performing in a room with like twenty people is far different to a room full of hundreds of people. And now the groups we’ve been learning the songs of.” I point out.

At first the groups weren’t going to be here. The companies not sure what the schedules would be like. But by some miracle they’d all been free. And some of the members and groups even having invites from brands they worked with. So now the three groups were going to be sitting front and centre to watch us more than likely butcher their work.

”Stop worrying. Once you’re in your outfit, hair and makeup all done and on that stage, you’ll be fine. They’re going to love us.” Lia says confidently.

I go to retort, but clamp my mouth shut as the hair stylist starts yanking my hair into the braid needed to add the hair piece they had gotten made for me. But Lia was right. As I looked in the mirror make up done, outfit on and hair on the way, I could already feel myself slipping into my familiar performing mindset. I could do this. Just keep my in-ears in, block everything out and just focus on the music and dance moves. I could do this.

Beneath the stage the noise was deafening. I could hear the music pumping for the intro of the showcase. The season opener. A new thing they’d decided to do this year. I don’t know why they hadn’t combined this with the livery launch, but I wasn’t going to question it. Above me I can hear the crowd cheering as footsteps each overhead. As they pass, the floor of the stage is lowered for me. I step onto the plate before taking my chrome red microphone from the stage tech who was helping me for the first two songs.

”Welcome to the start of the 2025 Formula 1 season, and thank you for joining us for the season opener here in Melbourne Australia.” The presenter announces as the crowd claps and cheers. ”And what better way to start the season than with a little announcement for the 2026 season.”

Instantly the crowd hums with curiosity. Even from here I can hear the hushed whispers that pick up around the room at his words. Next year was already a big year with regulation and car changes. So for another thing to be dropped, everyone was curious. Not even the team principles and CEO’s had any idea of what was coming.

”But instead of me telling you what the news is, we have a little performance some of the drivers have been working on for quite some time. So I’ll let them show you.”

Instantly the room above me goes dark. The hiss of the smoke machine going off as smoke floats across the stage. The stage tech gives me a thumbs up, signalling it’s my turn. I give them a nod before putting my last in-ear in and standing up on the platform as the music starts, the stage flooded with red lights as the platform rises.