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falsettos-tight-knit-family · 4 months

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30 Falsettos Challenge in 2 Days (Part 2)

16) A Character You'd Want To Date: Whizzer. No questions asked. Next-

17) A Character You Want To Get To Know Better: As I said before, I'd love to know more about Charlotte as a character because I love the lesbians and I feel like even Cordelia got more fleshing out than she did.

18) Best Decision Someone Made In The Musical: Jason choosing to have his Bar Mitzvah in Whizzer's hospital room is something that still emotionally pains me every time I hear that song tbh

19) One Character You'd Want To Sing With: I'd take either part in any Whizzvin duet, especially if we're talking about Christian and Andrew's versions, they both have such good voices to harmonize with.

20) Favorite Cast Member: Andrew Rannells. I became immediately obsessed with other stuff he's done (I want to watch Black Monday and The New Normal so bad, but my family doesn't have Amazon Prime). Only when I watched the Thanksgiving side by side did I realize that the entire cast is incredibly chaotic in the best of ways and has such good chemistry together.

21) To Try To Convince Someone To Watch Falsettos, What Would You Show Them? I've already done this twice with my friends, the first thing I show them is a very specific compilation on youtube (Falsettos Act 1 Moments That Make Me Scream), because it's the same way I got into Falsettos to begin with

22) Which Act Did You Prefer? In terms of just music, probably Act 1 because I always lean towards more upbeat songs and it has less of a chance to make me burst out crying while watching/listening to it. But in terms of which I'd rather watch, I'd for sure say Act 2. The lesbians are there, you get to see Marvin and Whizzer get back together along with all of his and everyone else's character development, the story is absolutely heartbreaking, and I could go on-

23) Something That Makes You Passionately Rant: There's so many details between Unlikely Lovers through the end of What Would I Do that I feel the need to rant about. This is all stream of consciousness written at 2 am, so fair warning and I hope it all makes some kind of sense. So I talked briefly about Unlikely Lovers in another question, but ever since I saw someone point out how one of the reasons Whizzer probably wanted Marvin to go home was because he didn't want Marvin to have to wake up next to him if he died in his sleep, which I believe is true and the implication that he would rather spend what is hypothetically his last night alone, than for Marvin to have to go through that hurts me so bad- I already talked about the Cordelia part, but I will bring it up again because it is literally the first time we see her sad and it needs to be acknowledged more often. Jason praying to God and asking him for something for what appears to be the first time ("I don't think we've ever really spoken"). He doesn't know if God exists, but he's praying and hoping that if He does, He can somehow help Whizzer. In the Something Bad Reprise, when Charlotte says the line about AIDS being infectious, it feels like there's hardly a reaction on Marvin's end. As if he's already lost so much in the few weeks since learning Whizzer had it, that he's either numb/not surprised anymore or just doesn't care as much if he lives or dies if Whizzer will be gone by then anyway. I don't think there's much to be pointed out about You Gotta Die Sometime, but I do want to bring up how the end of that song immediately transitions into Jason's Bar Mitzvah. Whizzer finally let himself feel scared and just had an emotional breakdown over accepting the fact that he's about to die. He was sobbing by the time the transition happened and it's still noticeable as Jason starts singing. He's terrified that he's going to die, and now everyone he cares about is suddenly here. In his hospital room. All together here to celebrate one of the most important days in Jason's life, with Whizzer, who just two years ago was only known as Marvin's male lover. The one who broke up the family. Now he was part of the family, the one bringing them all together. Again, What Would I Do is just depressing even on surface level. I know everyone says they cry over "We're just gonna skip that stage" and i understand that, I'm much more emotionally damaged by Marvin's "I'd do it again. I'd like to believe that I'd do it again and again and again" which aside from showing how much he's grown since the beginning, he's not only saying he'd go through all that drama and heartache just to be with Whizzer every single time, but he also knows at this point that he is also most likely going to die directly because he was involved with Whizzer. And still, he'd do it all again for him (As I write this I am not okay-). Oh and also, in Days Like This, right before the song starts, Marvin very clearly puts on a fake smile to try and make Whizzer feel better and it really does need to be appreciated more-

24) A Character From Another Musical You'd Like To See In Falsettos: After that essay of pure sadness, I'm gonna go for the funny route and say Elder Price, not for anything story or even character related (because idk enough about the story or characters of BoM), but purely because it's Andrew Rannells² and I think the reactions to someone who looks just like Whizzer would be funny

25) A Character You Can Identify With: As much as I'd love to say Whizzer (and I do identify with him to an extent), it has to be Cordelia. Her general aura of happiness and energy, being the only one entertained by Marvin during The Baseball Game, and awkwardly laughing at Mendel's bad jokes, all are things I heavily relate to-

26) Favorite Non-Romantic Relationship: Whizzer and Jason's stepfather-son bond. I love them so so much, I wholeheartedly think that he was Jason's best dad of the 3. He came to his baseball game, despite being broken up with his father for 2 years and even when not part of the family, made it clear to everyone that he loves Jason ("I love baseball. I love Jason" "I love Jason, but this is not his venue"). He was the one who stood up and taught him how to swing the bat correctly and supported him fully, even though he knew as well as anyone that Jason wasn't great at the game. I will never be over this

--- 27) Favorite Quote/One Part Of A Song: Well the "kill your mother" line is taken from earlier so I'll say during Everyone Tells Jason To See a Psychiatrist, from when they introduced Whizzer like a Heather and through to the end of the song. The dramatic entrance, the head flick, Whizzer’s excited smile when Jason says he’ll go, Marvin mocking Trina’s hand movements during “they don’t make house calls” it’s all great

28) Something A Character Did That Pissed You Off: Marvin hitting Trina would be too obvious and the Chess Game was a metaphor, but Marvin in This Had Better Come to a Stop when he says Whizzer should "Always be here, making dinner, set to screw" and just being generally hypocritical (ex. "Whizzer screws too much to see what a joy's monogamy" sir you cheated on your wife and want to have both her and Whizzer at the same time. Idc if it's not sexual, it sure as hell isn't traditional monogamy)

29) A Photo/Edit/Manip That Makes You Happy: Here’s a couple of many behind the scenes pictures that make me smile (yes one is technically a gif)

Can you tell I love Andrew Rannells?

30) Something Else About The Musical You Want To Add (Wildcard): You know what I'm gonna simp in the wildcard- The way Andrew says a couple of his lines, specifically in the proshot, are randomly very attractive to me. I specifically mean "Hang up your clothes Marvin, breeding shows, Marvin" in TTOFL and "Sex and games in New York City" in A Day In Falsettoland. Also, idk if this is simp worthy or not, but the higher harmonies Christian hits in some of the songs (ex. Unlikely Lovers) are so pretty and super satisfying to listen to

#falsettos #falsettos challenge #Whizzer brown #Marvin gardens #trina weisenbachfeld #mendel weisenbachfeld #jason weisenbachfeld #charlotte dubois #cordelia falsettos

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 2 years

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Movie scene

Sequel for I am here

Before he even opens his eyes, Wei Ying senses two things: the softness of the mattress underneath his body, and the smell of food being cooked. His body still fights against waking up fully, and he curls up further underneath the blanket, soaking up the warmth and comfort of it. His curtains must have been opened, because he can feel the gentle rays of the sun on the little bit of his face that he hasn't hidden in the bedding - and for some reason, that brings a smile to his face.

It must be late, probably around noon, which isn't unusual for Wei Ying to wake up to, especially on weekends, but considering the night he had, it's even more justified. After all, he must have gone to bed at around 4 or 5, some time after he and Lan Zhan finished the takeout and put on some ridiculous comedy show to relax before bed.

Ah, yes, Lan Zhan... how nice of him to show up in the middle of the night like that! Wei Ying never expected an answer at all when he sent that voice message at 3 am and he was going to delete it in the morning and blame it on the alcohol if Lan Zhan mentioned it (even if he was barely tipsy at the time, curse his high tolerance for the stuff) - but to suddenly have him at his door with food and a shoulder to cry on...

Wei Ying did indeed cry on Lan Zhan's shoulder (well, it was actually on his chest as he was being held on his messy living room floor) and it was so freeing to let out all his feelings and have someone listen and understand him. Even if Lan Zhan didn't say much, he somehow made Wei Ying feel safe and comfortable anyway, and that helped him go through all those overwhelming emotions without feeling judged or interrogated. It was always like that with Lan Zhan, he seemed to know how to support Wei Ying exactly the way he needed it.

And after he was done venting and crying, Lan Zhan cleaned up the empty wine bottles on the floor and they had a makeshift picnic there, eating and talking about whatever came to mind while they tried to decide on what to watch for the rest of the night. They even built a little blanket fort on the couch, and Wei Ying must have fallen asleep in Lan Zhan's arms at some point. That can only mean that, since Wei Ying woke up in his bed, Lan Zhan must have carried him there.

Wei Ying's blushing a little at that, but he's smiling a bit too widely for it to be from embarrassment only.

Finally, he decides to open his eyes and leave his blanket nest. His stomach is protesting about only getting to smell food and not actually ingest it - and Wei Ying feels a bit giddy at the idea that Lan Zhan's cooking him breakfast. It almost feels like a cheesy movie scene, waking up after a night together (not like that!) to food being made for him.

However, he still needs to shower first. He'd hate to look messy, even if the cheesy movies seemed to romanticize the just-woken-up look.

Wei Ying is trying not to fixate too much on how he wishes this became a regular occurrence Not the crying and the breakdown, but having someone there through it and after.

Wei Ying's even more convinced some higher power is playing with him at this point, because his morning feels even more like a romantic movie now. Lan Zhan is in his kitchen, working on whatever dishes he's decided on, humming along some music on the radio. Wei Ying is quite certain he's only used the thing to check the clock on the display, but seeing Lan Zhan silently hum along the song currently playing, he knows he'll be using it a lot more from now on. It will always remind him of this moment.

Lan Zhan looks quite pretty in the morning, Wei Ying realizes, leaning against his kitchen door frame as he takes a few seconds to watch him. He's confident in everything he's doing, his skill betraying practice. Though he's very rarely visited Wei Ying, he seems to know where everything in his kitchen is, from the utensils, to the spices. Wei Ying always argued he arranged things in the logical sense whenever his guests questioned his interior decor and organization - but it seems like Lan Zhan agrees that everything is where it is logically supposed to be.

Wei Ying is quite surprised to see Lan Zhan sprinkle generous amounts of chilli powder and other spicy herbs into the pan where food is cooking, reveling in the little smile that graces the man's features. He really is pretty. No - he's beautiful. Pretty isn't enough. Pretty isn't enough to describe his chiseled face, the honey of his pupils, the way his hair flows over his broad shoulders, the way his hands move and how attractive everything he does is.

Wei Ying is sure he could watch Lan Zhan do anything for hours and never grow bored. Everything about him is enthralling, and Wei Ying has an earth-shattering realization.

He likes Lan Zhan.

He wants Lan Zhan.

He...

"Good morning." Lan Zhan greets, the tiniest knowing smile on his lips. Did he realize Wei Ying's been watching him? "The food is almost ready." And he turns to stir into the pan, turning the heat on the stove up.

"Great, I'm starving!"

And Wei Ying gets a ridiculous idea. He knows it is ridiculous and it's cliche and it could ruin his morning and his romantic movie scene moment - but he can't stop himself. He's behind Lan Zhan seconds later, looking over his shoulder into the pan, distracted by the faint smell of Lan Zhan's cologne. He leans into the space between his neck and shoulder a bit closer, tries not to think how he'd like to leave a mark there, and wills himself to look down at the food.

Their height difference is not that great, but Wei Ying's lifted himself on his tiptoes still. He doesn't know when his hands came to rest over Lan Zhan's hips. He doesn't remove them. "That looks amazing."

He also doesn't know why he sounds like he's talking about something else.

Lan Zhan pauses briefly, Wei Ying awaits a reaction, hopefully not a negative one. Lan Zhan, however, seems to slightly lean into Wei Ying's touch, and turns the stove off. He's turned his head now, their gazes locking, their lips centimeters apart. And he's smiling still. "The food is done."

Wei Ying smiles too. "I know."

"We should eat."

"We should."

They're still not moving. There is steam and aroma all around them. The music on the radio is the only thing filling the silence for a long few seconds.

"Wei Ying-"

"Lan Zhan-"

They start laughing. The tension is broken but it's not unpleasant. It's sweet and it's happy and it's everything they could both ever want.

Lan Zhan turns around and he's delighted that Wei Ying hasn't let go of him. His hands still rest around Lan Zhan's waist, and he decides he's done running away from this. Wei Ying's looking at him, blushing, eyes flitting from Lan Zhan's lips to his eyes, and he looks like Lan Zhan's idea of home and future and happiness. He's breathtaking.

Lan Zhan lets himself lose control for once. Love isn't something you can police. There's no point trying.

His right hand comes to cup one of Wei Ying's cheeks and his left finds its place around Wei Ying's slender waist. It feels like they're meant to be there, like this is destiny finally reaching its inevitable conclusion.

They meet halfway into a kiss.

It's worthy of a movie scene.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts #when will it be my turn!!!#i want a love like theirs

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cassioppenny · 1 year

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🔥🔥 Why the Hatsune Miku gacha game is pretty cool actually🔥🔥

(i couldn't find the fire text generator sorry)

project sekai colorful stage ft hatsune miku is mobile idol gacha game about five groups of four teenagers each who make music together and go to therapy pocket dimensions where hatsune miku (and rin, len, luka, meiko, and kaito i guess) is real and their friend

the five groups are

leo/need a rock band made of four childhood friends who drifted apart after one of them, saki, got sick and had to stay in the hospital for all of middle school

more more jump an idol group made up of three former idols who quit because of them being treated like shit by the industry who regain their love of being performers after becoming friends with local gay disaster minori

vivid bad squad a group of street performers who wish to surpass a famous event one member's dad did

wonderlands x showtime a group of actors who perform in a theme park led by a guy named tsukasa who wishes to become famous

and finally the one im going to talk the most about because while i love the others a lot i think they have the best story out of them

nightcord at 25:00 a group of online friends who make music together on miku discord who are all secretly depressed and learn that there is nothing worse than being a teenage girl

their story is so good if you're going to watch any of the stories i suggest at least watching theirs. im going to go in depth on each of the girlies because i need all of you to be obsessed with them like me

kanade yoisaki

kanade is second year in high school but doesn't go to school physically but does it online so she can focus on composing songs for her group. her mother died when she was little and her father is hospitalized after being put in a coma after overworking himself. kanade blamed herself for her father's near death condition and developed a savior complex so nothing like what happened to her father will happen to anyone else she cares about. especially with her girlbestie mafuyu. her dream is to compose a song that would "save" someone from despair

she doesn't go outside often other than to visit her dad and go out to eat with the rest of n25 occasionally after the events of the main story.

mafuyu asashina

mafuyu is a second year high school student who goes to the exclusive girl only school miyamasuzaka girls academy. she's an honors student and very popular with the other student there due to her perfect student aura. she's gifted academically and praised by her teachers, parents, and peers. she plans to become a doctor after high school. however this is all a front

mafuyu is severely depressed due to the high expectations her parents and especially her mother put onto her. she loses her sense of self as she molds herself into the perfect girl her mom wants her to be. she's basically an empty husk of who she once was. if i had to compare her to a pokemon character i'd say she's a lot like lillie if lillie stayed with lusamine and became basically an emotionless husk. this culminates in her creating her own personal world, the empty sekai

she's the lyricist of n25 who joined two years before the events of the game after kanade reached out to her after listening to one of mafuyu's songs. mafuyu felt something for the first time in a long time after listening to her song and agrees to join. however during the main story she secretly makes music by herself under the alias "OWN". own's songs are dark and hopeless in tone and is famous for their depressing lyrics. after kanade confronts mafuyu on if she's the one behind own mafuyu suddenly stops showing up on discord and everyone begins to worry.

it turns out that mafuyu wishes to disappear and stay in the empty sekai forever. however after miku (who is real in sekais btw) brings kanade, ena, and mizuki into the empty sekai to convince mafuyu to continue living.

the rest of of mafuyu's story is about her regaining her sense of self separated from her mother and it's so good. sorry i am obsessed with her

ena shinonome

ena is a second year high school student at the public school kamiyama high and the illustrator of n25. she however takes night classes. she wishes to have people acknowledge her and her passion for art because her father's, a famous artist, constant dismissal of her work. she posts her art online but it gets no attention compared to the selfies she also posts.

she's mean and confrontational but really does care about n25. she's jealous of mafuyu's seemingly super human abilities in music making and school. kanade asked her to join after seeing some art ena posted online and was a big fan of it.

mizuki akiyama

mizuki is a first year high school student at kamiyama high and the animator of n25. they are heavily implied to be transfem to the point that yeah it's 100% canon. they are never referred to with gendered language in the japanese version which the official translation translates as giving them they/them pronouns. this is most likely done to keep their gender vague due to them not being out yet. i will refer to them with these pronouns to be safe though

mizuki skips school a lot due to the constant transphobia they face there and only goes when necessary so they don't fail highschool. their story is about slowly feeling comfortable around n25 until they finally feel comfortable enough to come out to them

so yeah you should check out project sekai very good game stuck in gacha game prison i love my sillies very much look at these cards

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beyondthetemples-ooc · 3 days

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So about Friday.

I'm down so fucking bad.

I'm putting a cut here because I'm a little embarrassed and honestly kind of ashamed but the sad truth is it's so fucking real, you have no idea.

(Edit: This has taken me a Very Long Time to figure out how to tell because I keep wanting to stop. But if nothing else, I want to record it for myself. I'm turning off reblogs, though.)

So long story short, the Teen Titans season 3 soundtrack released on Spotify, and when I pulled up the app to listen to music on the way home, it was right there in my face.

And when I think about season 3, one very specific episode comes immediately to mind.

Spellbound.

I love the music in that episode so much, so very much! I've sat at my keyboard for hours trying to remember the motifs and figure out how to play them. I've eagerly awaited the release of season 3's soundtrack SPECIFICALLY for Spellbound for SO FREAKING LONG!

Did I want to listen to it? Hell yeah! But I debated for a minute or two. Spellbound makes me unreasonably emotional. I know this about myself. I've accepted this about myself. Maybe that was the point. I cried not once but TWICE the night it aired, at a time in my life when I was very lonely and strictly locking down my emotions, and it was the only episode I've ever risked my stepmother's ire to ask if we could watch it again.

(During the second watch-through, she commented, "This is so cheesy." And between the emotion and being annoyed at being torn out of the trance I was in, I kind of snarked, "It's no worse than your soap operas." She didn't have a response to that.)

To this day, those words still echo in my mind: "You are dark, and darkness is often misunderstood."

I know it was manipulation. I know it was seeking vulnerability to exploit it. I know it's from the mouth of the enemy. Malchior's name can literally (and I do mean, linguistically LITERALLY) be translated as "more evil". ("Mal-" from "malus" and "-ior" can be a superlative suffix.)

But it resonated with so much TRUTH throughout my life.

So anyways. Since I was like 11 years old, for nearly 2/3 of my life, Spellbound has been deeply tied in with emotions and a lot of personal resonance.

I was caught up in Malchior's charade every bit as much as Raven. I loved his voice. I once had an internal crisis when we were in church and there was a substitute pastor whose voice sounded EXACTLY like Greg Ellis's as Malchior.

And a few years ago, after discovering that my "asexual" label comes with a "demi" asterisk, and after shedding a certain level of fear and shame around experiencing sexual attraction, I became conscious of one very specific, embarrassing thing.

I am, in fact, very sexually attracted to that goddamn dragon and there's nothing I can do about it.

I always appreciated the words and voice, but that was.... romantic. It wasn't strictly platonic. I can't pretend I didn't long to find someone like that someday, except, you know, not a charade.

I don't know where the fuck the wires got crossed, but at some point I learned very suddenly and infuriatingly that it had crossed from being just romantic.

I'm not going to go into detail but let's just say, it hasn't let up.

So Friday, I was wondering if I should listen to it. Because I had plans immediately after work, I needed to go shopping, I planned to talk to people. Would it be wise to make myself emotional?

I convinced myself it wouldn't make me THAT emotional and decided to hit Play.

I eased myself into it by starting where Haunted was. (The episode right before Spellbound.) And really appreciated it! It's so creepy and atmospheric!

And when the Spellbound music started, I recognized it from the very first note. (We had a bootlegged set of DVDs with the episodes on them. I watched Spellbound upwards of a hundred times. I Knew That Note.)

And it turns out I can do more than just play the dialogue in my head almost word for word. I can also envision the scenes from the music alone. I knew what scene every song belonged to, despite having only ever really "noticed" the music consciously a couple times. I had that same surprising realization with the music from Nevermore and Fear Itself.

But do you know what Nevermore and Fear Itself didn't make me experience?

Sitting there on the bus smiling like a fool and BLUSHING.

I was wrong. I was so very, very WRONG. I was absolutely swept up in it, I could feel my face doing things without my permission. I was starry-gazed and I had my head in my hands, the words running through my head, certain shots playing as the music swelled, just absolutely caught up in this episode internally.

I don't know how to shake the emotions of How Good It Seemed at first. Just... I don't know. I think when I was a kid, I so desperately NEEDED someone to tell me that it was okay to be the way I am, hell the way Malchior seemed to ADMIRE it...

I know it was a lie. I KNOW it.

And that's what makes the fact that JUST THE MUSIC can make me so EMOTIONAL into something so INFURIATING!

Because I'm not proud of this! I'm embarrassed by it! It's a writhing, breathing thing in my heart that I can't exorcise! Both that it got so deeply under my skin in the first place, and that I'm still so TAKEN by HIM!

And of course the betrayal played through my head too, right when I had to get off the bus. I felt frustrated.

Maybe it's a good thing, that it has since turned from just being Sad and Wistful to having the self-confidence to be ANGRY about it.

(I was locking down the Nexus connection; I wasn't going to transfer this one across it.)

I'm so fucking AMBIVALENT about Malchior, like there's some small part of me that thinks "Maybe he did mean PART of it..." But there's also the part that knows he's a right bastard and doesn't deserve being attracted to.

But I can't help it and it's frustrating.

#I don't know how to tag ''I'm so sorry about this but I have a h*rny''#rhs personal teen titans #spellbound #rhs personal posts

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junjiie · 8 months

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ARE WE DOING OC TALKS?????( LET ME TALK ABOUR KRISTIAN 👹 zb1 oc numéro dos

OKAY OKAY OKAU KRISTIAN IS AN 04 LINER, HES THE WLDEST 04 LINER OF ZB1 (his bday is march 25th, HES ARIES👹)

kristian is from california (sacramento) and hes from a family of musical prodigy's so he was obviously set to become a musician from the get go, he can literally play any instrument you can think of and he was forced to be a theater kid (derogatory). he only joined boys planet because a yuehua agent sent ricky and gyuvin to his house to convince him to do so (there is a little thing abt that on my acc)

hes my only unfairly traumatized zb1 oc 😭 (except for an incident that happened at yuehua when he first became a trainee) like his family is fairly normal, his mom and dad love him and he has two younger twin sisters who are pains in his ass but he loves them!!!

during boys poney he kinda just.. existed, kristian was pretty quiet and he originally started as literally no ones pick like at all but then LOVE ME RIGHT happened and he became so popular over night istg no one knew who he was then he performed that song and suddenly hes everyone number one pick 😭 (he also got popular because he fanboyed over exo the whole time)

kristian is apart of yuehua ensemble, zhang hao took him under his wing when he joined yuehua, ricky and gyuvin punch him in the shoulder every moment they get, and yujin is his son he loves him so much

HES ALSO THE SECOND TALLEST MEMBER OF THE GROUP 😭 (i love tall men)

OH AND TATTOOS!!!! kristian has a tattoo of the planet saturn on his middle finger and he also has a tattoo on his shoulder that says one in a million (its based on the song by aaliyah it's like his favorite song in the whole wide world)

he has a turkish van cat named amora who he loves more than anyone zb1 member!!! (may or may not be true)

oh and kristian and ricky went to high school together so ricky is totally not in love with him haha anyway so they're very amazing friends and know each other like the back of their hands!!!

oh and his fc is anton btw

HAVE A NICE NICE BESTIE WESTIE ILY !!!!!!!!!!!!!

we are 😈 i love hearing ab other peoples silly people….. makes me want to explode

anyway HELLO hes the love of my life.. puts him on my favourite shelf like a signed vinyl. WE LOVE A HAPPY SILLY MAN! GO KRISTIAN! ^_^ would’ve voted for him since day1 i love men who do nothing 💕 just like me for real !

yuehuaz mls… Swallows tbem all like kirby and absorbs their powers.. AND I LOVE TALL MEN TOO OMG

aaliyah.. the taste is spectacular and i love him more for that . ANR CAT CAT CAT OMG 🙁 kristy ristian rickian.. whatever their couple name is im a firm believer of it 🗣️🗣️ QND ANTONNN MMLMLMK

ILYM BSF ☹️ <3

#u got me thinking ab my old enha added member now 😭😭 LMAOO #no i kinda miss him.. Bye asl

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kikisfuneralservice · 3 years

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dark nights - choi minho x reader

summary: getting lost in a club leads to some crazy things, right? and oh lord; who is that?

gn!reader x choi minho

4.4k words

rating: M - explicit sexual content, swearing, and drinking

*ALL CONTENT IS PURELY FICTIONAL AND NON-ASSOCIATIVE WITH ANY OF SHINEE OR SM ENTERTAINMENT- PURELY FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES!*

You didn’t remember a single thing from last night. Like, at all. There were few things that you could actually remember from last night, however, you decided you would replay in your mind as much as you could to remember.

The first order of business: Where were you? All that was to be remembered was some friend of yours, most likely Kibum, convincing you that going to a party would be a “good idea” because you’d “meet so many new people!”. Apparently, you were so antisocial that the only excuse to get you out of the house was that there was a cute girl busking downtown, but you soon realized what was happening when you followed Kibum amongst many other bodies on the street down to a club. Sure, you kicked and screamed. You put up as much of a fight as you could muster, but by the end of it, he still dragged you in regardless of whether you wanted to go in or not.

The second order of business: What the hell happened after that? To say that you were pushed to the bar was an understatement. You still even have a small bruise from when a pre-gamed Kibum slapped your arm to go up to the bar to take shots with him. It was a sensory overload: The room was dark with strobing lights, looking around at all the bodies up against each other with little space in between dancing to the music. Kibum ordered shots and slurrily toasted to something random while you numbingly clinked glasses and drank the bitter liquid that stung as it coursed down your throat.

“One more!” Kibum cheered excitedly, slapping down more money on the bar table toward the tired bartender. “Y/N! You should find someone to dance with!” He was yelling at this point even though you were right next to him.

“Nah,” you responded with a shrug, tilting your glass around while waiting for another shot. “I’ll probably just follow you around.”

“Oh, no you won’t,” Kibum said with a loud cackle. “By the end of the night, someone will definitely be in your pants.” He smirked as you rolled your eyes back all the way into your head at the completely ridiculous idea.

The idea, of course, wasn’t completely ridiculous. You did not, however, want it to be some creepy middle-aged man who would try to get your attention.

“Oh Y/N~” Kibum sang. “Look at all the eligible bachelors waiting!” All of these “eligible bachelors” seemed to be drunk fraternity guys who were all eighteen years old and definitely only in college for the drinks despite the good ole “I’m studying business” excuse. You couldn’t believe it; this was the perfect set up for the worst night ever. You could exactly see how it ended: Kibum getting shitfaced and you having to drag him back to the dorms on his jello legs. It was not something you were looking forward to. Just because this was how he was having fun doesn’t mean it was yours too.

You heard Kibum laughing with the guy next to him as you took another shot and the room got a little lighter… and spinny. In the hazy view of your eyesight, you sauntered away from the bar away from Kibum, feeling a bit braver than when you initially arrived. Your step got a little lighter as you walked toward the bodies on the dance floor; after all, they were playing your favorite song and you couldn’t not dance along.

It was a little time after two or three songs when you suddenly could feel all the sweaty bodies around you. It was making you severely uncomfortable, and the sudden urge to leave suddenly became the best option. Before you could move, you felt a hand glide down your lower back.

“Excuse me,” the voice spoke lowly into your ear, a wave of chills being sent down your neck instantly, feeling lips on the tip of your ear. The hand lingered friskily across your lower back and walked off. You had never whipped your head around so fast to look back at him. In the blurry crowd, you could see a mop of black hair and his built arms that were melded into a seemingly tight black tee-shirt and some simple black jeans. Time rushed around you slowly in a weird way, but you knew one thing: If you didn’t push your way through the crowd now, it was very possible that you would lose him in the crowd instantly. So what did you do? You made a run for it. Well, as quick as you could possibly go. Trying to shuffle through the crowd was like trying to run underwater, the thick air and wave of bodies holding you back a steady amount. A breath of air made its way through your lips as you pushed through the crowd. You had become so incredibly desperate at this point to find this man again.

As soon as you made it out of the crowd, you headed to the bar again, but this time, Kibum had already left. This wasn’t surprising considering he was probably already on the dance floor. You found yourself drifting toward the bar and giving the bartender a wad of singles suggesting that anything would work. You were quite surprised when you took a sip of the drink given to you, finding out that it was water. Did you look that messed up? You sure felt like it. You didn’t even have that many drinks, but your head was fogged up and pounding like a metronome at a rapid pace.

After about twenty minutes of sitting at the bar now with a beer bottle, you figured you’d walk home. You had no success so far considering you were sitting by yourself drinking away all the possible worries in your mind.

“Just a shot of whiskey. Thanks.” You looked out of the corner of your eye to the man standing next to you placing an order. He took a seat on the stool at the bar, so you continued to look forward just deciding not to pay any attention. Goosebumps slid up your neck when you could feel a pair of eyes staring you down. The man’s big, dark eyes scanned you up and down, pursing his lips to fight back a smile. You turned to look at him and his muscular build caught you off guard; this was the guy. Like, The Guy. Suddenly, you became extremely self-conscious, wanting Kibum back to ease up the situation. “Hello.” You flinched at the man’s voice.

You gulped, turning toward him. “Hello.”

“You a fan of whiskey?” he said huskily, grabbing the glass handed to him by the bartender.

“I don’t… I dunno,” you said lowly. You never were one for alcohol in the first place, really really wanting to leave all of a sudden.

“Wanna try some?” he asked, taking a sip from his glass. As he pulled the glass from his lips, they glistened from the alcohol and he licked them quickly. He set the glass down, turning toward you. “I think it’s an acquired taste.” Your eyes gleamed, going to take the glass when you were met with another hand on yours. It was a big, steady hand with callouses, leaving his hands rough around the edges but still somewhat soft. “Not from the glass, darling.” He took a hardy sip of the drink and set it back down on the table with a smile on his face. His cologne was faint yet enough to make your mind swirl along with the smell of alcohol.

“Not from the glass…?” Your eyes wandered from the glass to his face. His lips. They were a soft pink along with the dusting of pink on his cheeks, already a bit affected by the alcohol.

“Unless you’re not up for it,” he said softly. He stood up. “I don’t mind.” He readjusted his shirt, pulling it down a bit over his tight jeans.

“Who said I wasn’t?” you questioned, crossing your legs. “But I don’t think I even know your name.”

He brushed back a wave of hair. “Minho.” His breathing was heavy.

“Y/N.”

“I like it.”

“Sure,” you offered back, standing up to meet his eyes. “You like me. I like your touch.” He cocked an eyebrow with a sly smile.

“Is that right?” he questioned. God, he was cocky. “Is that your way of asking for more?” He moved closer in front of you, his hand gliding down your arm to your waist.

“Mhmm,” you hummed. He was quite flirty, but you were here to play along just as much.

“You like what you see?” he pulled you in closer still with one hand on your waist, and you nodded slowly with a lazy smile on your face.

You could see Kibum in your mind and his annoying little voice saying, “By ThE eNd Of ThE nIgHt SoMeOnE wIlL dEfInItElY bE iN yOuR pAnTs.” You smiled to yourself a little, letting the stranger holding you in his arms take the lead. His scent was sweet and his presence was patient; he seemed familiar, yet you’d never met him before in your life.

He softly grabbed your chin, pulling your face closer to his. His breath smelled of alcohol and soft vanilla as you made contact with his lips. His much larger hands, the same ones that had brushed past you, made their way to your hips and moved back to your back. His soft yet a little chapped lip picked up the same speed as yours, tasting the sweet whiskey on his lips. You felt your whole body quiver at his touch, grabbing his face with your hands for more. As soon as you did so, he pulled back from you; the few seconds that had occurred felt so much longer as he suddenly was backing away from you.

“What-” you breathed out but not before your hand was grabbed by Minho.

“Do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked lowly. Your breath hitched significantly, your mouth staying agape.

“O-okay.”

“Yeah?” he said, his voice staying low in his throat. You could feel his grip on you get stronger. He blinked, standing there for a second. “B-but only if you want to.” You couldn’t leave him hanging at this point: His face was completely pink and every muscle in his body was tense.

“Yes,” you told him. “Whatever you want.” There was no hesitation from him as he turned, pulling you by the hand across the floor. You seemed to have flown because of how fast he was pulling you.

It was not long before Minho had found the nearest surface to slam you up against. Where did he take you exactly? Not quite sure, but the wall’s tile sent a shiver up your spine as you hit the back of the wall.

“M’sorry,” he whispered between your lips, moving a large hand behind your head, capturing your lips in a heated kiss. He moved his head away again. “How are you with-”

“Just stop talking,” you hushed quickly, taking your hand that was on his head and moving it toward you, making contact with his lips. “Kiss me.” He moved his hands from their initial position, cupping your face, and slithered them slowly down to your side, setting them on your waist and gripping your hips the fabric of your clothes.

“You’re so warm,” he whispered between his lips, “and you taste so good, baby.” He placed small pecks on your lips making you fumble.

“Why’d you stop-”

“Mmm,” he hummed. “Be patient.” He made contact with your lips again, kissing you feverishly like you had nearly drowned and he was breathing air into you to save you. You gripped his hair tightly, pulling at it slightly when his hands moved to your lower back. You gasped, letting go of his hair and grabbing at his face.

“Wait,” you gasped, moving his lips away from yours.

“Is everything alright?” he said, his eyes growing bigger. He continued to hold you tight close to him, almost on him. His whole body was tensed up, his jeans getting tighter by the minute; he huffed, out of breath. He was a man practically sculpted by Greek artists- by no comparison was he to Michaelangelo’s David. His entire face was glowing and his clothes tight as you traced down his shirt, feeling his body from underneath the thin fabric with your delicate touch. God, was he beautiful even under the dim light, yet it only made him seem more sultry.

“How far are we going?” You couldn’t even stand to look him in the eyes at this point, stupidly staring away from him even with your body so close to him that you were on him.

“How far do you want to go?” he inquired. “Do you want me to touch you, baby?”

You groaned, shying your face away from his. “Yes… Please touch me, please.” He ducked down to attach his lips to your neck, starting off by kissing it softly, slowly moving his hands up your body with a tender stroke. You couldn’t bear to make eye contact with him as he hovered his hands over your stomach, touching softly as his kisses got closer and closer to your jawline.

“You’re tense,” he whispered against your neck. “I’ll loosen you up, okay?” His lips came back to hover over yours, the burning but sweet smell of whiskey in his breath. You let out a breathy moan into his mouth as he quickly captured you back in a heated kiss, his hands traveling up to your chest. “Relax…” He slid a hand up to your chest and tenderly thumbed your nipples through your shirt.

Stumbling into the bathroom, he never took his hands off of you as you grabbed and gripped his shirt.

“I want you,” you whispered, “please. God, please.”

“You look so nice,” he murmured, feeling up your sides. “So nice for me.” He lazily slid his lips up your neck, causing you to jolt and grab onto the fabric of his shirt tightly.

“Now, please, now.” He took no moment of hesitation to grab your thigh and move against you on the wall.

“Is this good?” he asked as his large hands made your way to your ass, pulling you closer on him. “So good, you’re so good.” You could feel him on you- every part of his being was now laying heavily and warmly on your body, an ounce of trust being the only thing keeping the air light. The bass-heavy music reverberated outside the bathroom door, each and every sound seeping through the crack of the door and mixing between your bodies. Moving against him felt like a dance, your bodies melding together as the music ebbed and flowed.

You tugged at the end of his shirt, inviting him to take it off. He obliged, taking it in one sweep off his body and over his head. “This doesn’t seem fair.” He laughed against your lips.

You were panting: “What? What is?”

“It only makes sense for you to do so too,” he whispered into your ear as if you were in a room full of people and you were the only one that mattered at that moment.

“Okay,” you said, quickly removing your shirt so you could keep kissing him. You grabbed his neck, pulling his face down to kiss him again, your hands traveling down his body and stopping at his belt. You fidgeted shakily with the belt, the metal clanging as it was being taken off and dropped to the floor along with his jeans. He took your needy hands, grasping both of them and guiding them up to his body slowly.

“Can you feel how ready I am for you, baby?” he softly spoke, his voice like a soft, alluring, melody. He was a siren, and you were falling into his trap. His body was hot and red, his bare chest heaving for breath. “Can I- never mind.” He shyly turned away, backing down for once in the space you two shared, his confident aura melting away.

“Yes,” you answered, not even needing to hear what he said, “just do what you want I don’t care.”

“Okay,” he almost whispered against your lips. He lifted you up, allowing you to wrap your legs around his body as your back was pushed against the wall.

“Okay.” You sighed, running your hands through his hair.

He took his eyes away from you, leaning in to kiss your neck. His hands traveled slowly down your body and down to your thighs. His big, warm hands slid slowly and carefully held up your thighs like you were fine china. He spoke without looking at you: “C-can you keep your skirt on?” Your entire body heated up, immediately tensing up against him.

“Y-yeah,” you spit out, grabbing onto his arms, focusing on his biceps to keep you steady. Carefully, his hands slid up your skirt, teasing the waistband of your undergarments; it wasn’t in a teasing manner in any way because he knew what you wanted: It was simply soft and sensual, savoring every moment as close as possible to both his memory as well as yours. He fumbled around with you in his arms, knowing what he couldn’t do.

“Y/N-“ It was the first time he ever spoke your name, and it was low and needy, making you ache even more for him. Down from his grasp, you pulled down the only thing he had left clothed on his body; he was left with each of his muscles tensed, steadily lifting you into his arms again. “Oh, Y/N, oh, you’re so beautiful.”

“You’re too much for a one-night stand,” you said with a quiet laugh. “You’re doing too much.”

“Too much?” His face was twisted with confusion, eyes wide. “Is praising you simply too much for you?”

“My standards are low,” you huffed, “and you will not be easy to forget.”

“Then don’t forget.” His eyes were bright and focused on you, all of him on you, and all of you on him- intertwined. “I’ll just have to give you something that you’ll remember, then.”

“God, Minho-“ you started to chastise him when he latched his lips onto your neck, causing your mouth to fall agape, breathy noises coming from your throat and sounds you didn’t think you could make.

“You look so pretty,” he murmured, sliding his hands up your skirt to hold your bare ass. “Is now okay?”

“Dry?!” you cried, snapping out of your trance. “You want me to take it dry?”

“I’ve… I…” he reached over, fumbling with the protection he kept in his bag. “I think this will be fine.”

“Need some help?” You couldn’t help but smirk, taking the condom from his fingertips. “I’ll help you put it on.”

He took a deep breath, preparing himself as your hands made contact with him, sliding the condom onto him. His motions, his face, his voice- everything he did was erotic and dramatic as he threw his head back. His eyes were squeezed shut as you slowly fondled him, low groans ripping from the back of his throat. “Oh, Y/N…” You continued to stroke him through his low moans until he grabbed your hand, snatching it away.

You looked up at him, his face melting in pleasure. “Are you okay?”

“I was gonna…” he stopped, leaning in to kiss you again. You could feel him up against your skin; his muscles were tense and very red.

“Just from my touch? I feel honored.” You let out a chuckle, but stopped when he moved up against you, placing his large hands on the wall behind you around your head. You could feel him intimately against your entrance, almost as if it were a tease. He moved his face down to yours, whispering into your ear.

“I’m not here to play any games, baby,” he mumbled into your ear.

“Tell me what you want, then.”

You both locked eyes, heavily breathing. “I want to be inside you.”

“Then do it,” you said. “You wanted to fuck me in my skirt right?” You grasped at his hair, playing with it softly. He groaned into your mouth as he pulled you back into a heated kiss.

“Yes. Yes please.” Now he was the one who was begging. It was exactly what you wanted: Him, putty in your hands, hard and flustered under your control and yours only. You pulled his body forward to sit on him and locked your arms around his neck; He made a euphoric face, the feeling of you around him making him grow even tenser.

“M’so warm,” you breathed out, grabbing him tighter. You moved against him hesitantly, making him elicit a noise of desire as you felt him twitch inside of you.

“Move,” he commanded, “please.” He pulled you in as you moved out, moving like a seesaw back and forth against the wall, his hands placed on either side of your head with your latched around his neck. The tips of his ears and neck were tomato red, sweat running down the side of his head, making it seem like he was glistening.

As he advanced forward and back, your lower stomach tightened, gripping his arms even harder, your nails digging into his skin. “Minho.” He ignored your voice but instead kept going except faster… and harder. “Minho…”

“God,” he groaned, “only you have me feeling like this. Fuck.” His thrusts turned from sensual softness to a needy dog in heat as he banged in and out from your body, causing your head to fall back, eyes and mouth agape.

“Minho, please!” you cried out, wanting to last a little longer, but he had other plans. You were lifeless, just feeling him in and out of you, his soft cologne in your sinuses.

“God. Y/N…” He groaned, throwing his head back. “Please… please, I need it.”

“Me too…” you felt your high washing over you, seeing stars on the ceiling as your body was washed through with chills. You felt it from your head to your toes- your heartbeat was beating erratically. As a loud moan came out of your mouth, Minho’s hand shot up to clasp your mouth shut. He couldn’t muster a word out as his thrusts slowed down and became shakier. His warmth inside you grew, his hand still over your mouth, and his mouth agape.

“Y/N,” he said lowly, your body still in his hands, moving his hands down to hold you by your thighs, as you laid your head against the back of the wall. “Jesus.”

“You really lasted long,” you teased, pushing the hair out of his eyes.

“Stop,” he whispered, moving his head forward to lay it on your shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” you whispered suddenly, “I gotta go… I’m sorry…”

“Huh?” He cocked an eyebrow as you jumped out of his arms and wiped yourself down with a paper towel and jumped into your clothes.

“I came with a friend, and I promised I’d meet him at 10…” You glanced at your watch: 10:15 p.m.

“Wait,” he said, quickly putting his hand up as if to ask a question. You stared up at his figure, still breathing raggedly. You clutched your shirt, yet to put it on as you, half-clothed, was looking at his full naked figure on display. “Can I… I wanna…”

“Are you asking me this while buck naked?” you quipped, swiftly moving your shirt over your head.

He smirked, clicking his tongue: “You’ve got me in a weird situation here, okay Y/N?” He rested his hands on his hips. “Now, when will I see you again?”

“Soon,” you murmured, quickly jotting down your number on a piece of toilet paper, “but maybe you’ll take me on a proper date next time.” You looked back up at him, slapping the toilet paper note on his chest.

“Okay.” He stood there, taking the note. “Then, I’ll see you later.”

“Put some clothes on.” You pulled the door open quickly, keeping the crack between the wall and the door slim, and shutting it. You jogged from the bathroom across the floor, combing your fingers through your hair. You were late, and it’s safe to say it really was all your fault.

“Y/N?” You heard a voice and whipped your head to the side. “Where were you?” It was Kibum- it looked like he had sobered down for now, but he still had a buzzed look in his eyes, weary and red.

“Sorry,” you huffed, quickly putting on your jacket. It was cold and rough against your flushed skin.

“What happened to your skirt?”

You stopped in your tracks, looking down at your skirt that was a little torn. And a little wet. “I just spilled a drink on myself… and this skirt is a little old, so…”

“Mhmm,” Kibum hummed, “yea, and your makeup is smudged and your legs are shaking.” Damn it. You looked down at your legs that were still sore and shaky, even so much so that it seemed wobbly as you walked across the marble floor.

“It doesn’t matter,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes. “We have somewhere to be anyway, right?” You zipped your jacket up, hoping to warm it up quickly so cold leather wouldn’t press against your skin.

“You got laid!” Kibum said, laughing loudly and clapping with glee. “I told you!”

“Would you be mature for once please?” You looked around frantically. “And please, don’t scream it. It’s embarrassing.”

“No,” he said with a giggle. “You look like you went through a tornado, though. Was it… in the-“

“The bathroom, yeah.”

“Ooh,” he mused, “kinky…” He pulled out a flask from his bag, unscrewing the top and gunning it.

“Hey, do you have another one of those?” Your eyes suddenly felt heavy, wanting to perk up a little before you ended the night. “And what have you been doing this whole time?”

“There was a pool table in the back.” He cleared his throat, taking another flask out of his bag and handing it to you.

“You play pool?” you asked, a bit surprised at your friend’s unforeseen talent.

“Oh, no,” he said, laughing. “I was just really high, and I was just hitting the balls with that goddamn stick.” He tussled at his hair, flicking his head back dramatically. “So, did you just leave your hook-up… alone?”

“We have somewhere to be, right?” You checked your watch. “Great. Now, we’ve wasted another ten minutes.”

“…Was he hot?”

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Good Girl, Bad Boy (Pt. 10 of 15)

Pairing: Billy Hargrove X Reader

Word count: 2.3 K

Summary: You're the extreme opposite of Billy Hargrove. The good girl, with perfect grades, the child every mother wants to have. And you don't want to have nothing to do with his kind. Ignoring Billy – and his constant, lingering stare – became an habit. But after you're put together for a special school program, you'll have no choice but to get along with him. And soon enough you'll find out that Billy is so much more than just Hawkins' bad boy.

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A/N: This part was inspired on the song Treacherous by Taylor Swift

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Treacherous

You can't believe you let Billy convince you into this. These parties were never your thing. They usually happen during the week, and on the next day, you can see the effects on those who went. Today is Saturday, but even so.

Maybe it was Billy's intense stare, or how he smiled and caressed your cheek as he asked you to go with him... Or how he said he wouldn't go without you because there would be no point.

Sighing, you look at yourself in the mirror, blushing at the memories. Your hair is styled with some waves, and they flow down your shoulders. The dress you choose is tight, perfectly hugging your body. Not too tight though, as the dresses Stacy and her friends wear. It's decent and delicate, pink and black... And you wonder if Billy will like it.

“(Y/N), Billy is here!” Your mother yells and you sigh, fixing your hair and leaving the bathroom.

Once you put the high heels on, you take your purse and go downstairs. Billy is seated on the couch, but his eyes find you immediately, and he stands up. “Hey.” You mutter, walking over a very weird Billy. He has his mouth half-open, eyes scanning your body. “Have you lost something?” Trying to keep the sassy tone, you cross your arms, heat spreading through your cheeks.

“I just never saw you on a dress before and...” He sighs, eyes meeting yours and a smirk coming to his lips. “You're stunning.”

Biting your lip, you look down, taking in the leather jacket and the red shirt underneath, which has a lot of buttons left open. “You look good too.” You mutter, running a hand through your hair. “Shall we go?”

“Sure.” Nodding, you start walking to the front door.

“(Y/N).” Your mother calls, and when you turn around, she's standing by the kitchen door frame. “Be back by ten, alright?”

Silently, you nod before waving and walking out.

The ride to the party is filled with small talk. Billy keeps stealing glances, a small smile that never leaves his lips.

Once you get there, a house you don't even know who lives in, you raise your eyebrows as you walk in. The music is loud, but the people are louder. The place is crowded, and you wouldn't want to be the one to clean this place after.

“So, what do you think?” Billy asks, mouth close to your ear.

“It's very loud!” You tell him, and someone bumps on you, making your shoulder collapse on his chest.

Billy gives someone a hard stare before looking down at you. “Wanna dance?”

“Yeah.”

“Come.” He takes your hand, guiding you to the living room, which has the furniture all moved, creating an open space. There are a lot of people here already, but they move aside for Billy. A lot of eyes lay on you, but you ignore them. “I don't even know if you can dance, pretty girl.”

“Oh, I do.” Smirking at him, you wrap your arms around his neck, and start moving.

Billy raises his eyebrows, clearly impressed as his hands encircle your waist. You're very, very close, and you can feel all of his body. Your cheeks burn, the proximity making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. The heels do make you closer to his lips, but still, he'd have to bend down to kiss you.

Kissing Billy Hargrove. You never thought you'd want to do such thing.

But here you are now, dancing with him, spinning around and colliding your back against his chest as his arms hold you close, moving to the hectic beat. And it's perfect, amazing. Not because of the party, but because of him. You want to be like this forever, in his arms.

“You? Here?” The voice, very familiar breaks through your stupor, and you come back to Earth. Steve raises an eyebrow, purposely ignoring the man holding you. “I could never convince you to come to these parties. Not even when we were dating.”

Billy gets tense behind you, arms holding you a bit tighter. “Well, that was because I never had a good reason to come. Now I do.” Shrugging your shoulders, you gesture at Billy. “Where's your girl?”

“Bathroom.” He says, looking around. “There she is. Gotta go.” He steps away, but stops suddenly, eyes focusing on Billy for the first time. “You try anything with her I–”

“Steve, go.” Cutting him off, you speak up. “I'll be alright, Billy treats me well.”

“He better do.” With one last angry stare, Steve walks away, and you breathe out, relieved.

“I'll get you something to drink,” Billy says, letting go of you. You turn around, giving him a look. “A soda. Just soda.” Smiling, he raises both hands in defeat. “I know you well, pretty girl.”

“Alright. I'll check the backyard.”

“I'll meet you there,” Billy says and you nod, starting to make your way through the people.

The backyard isn't empty, but it's not crowded as the house is. Blame it on the cold. It's freezing, and you wish you had brought a jacket. The yard is cute though. A single three and some wooden tables scattered around. There's a bench under the tree, so you sit there bracing yourself and rubbing your arms.

“Hi.” Someone says, and you find Tyler coming to join you on the bench. “You look absolutely amazing.”

“Thanks.” His tone sounds weird, and you move away from him a little.

“People didn't use to notice you, but they sure are now. And God, you're so beautiful.” He says, and you give him a confused glance. Why is he saying this? “How did you manage to stay invisible for so long?”

Furrowing your eyebrows, you shrug your shoulders. “Because I'm not the type of girl guys like you pay attention to. And now that I'm with Billy–"

“You're with Billy?” He cuts you off, eyes following a small group of people walking by. “Is it official?”

“Mmm... We're... We're hanging out.”

“There's a big difference, see...” Tyler moves closer, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. You immediately shake his hand away, but he keeps it on the backrest of the bench. “Because if you're with Billy, your off-limits. And if you're not... Well, I can have a shot with you.” Tyler run his fingers through your shoulder, all the way to the back of your neck. So you get up, not even trying to seem polite.

“I'm not interested, Tyler.” Bracing yourself from the cold, you look down at him.

“Look, you know Billy won't keep you. Save yourself a broken heart.”

“(Y/N),” Billy calls and you thank the heavens. Turning around, you find Billy coming your way. “Tyler.” He says in a weird, plain tone.

“Billy.”

“Here.” He hands you over the can of soda, eyebrows furrowed. “Everything alright?”

“Sure,” Tyler speaks before you can, a humorless laugh escaping his lips.

“Wasn't talking to you.” He snaps, eyes coming to look at you.

“I'm fine.” With a half-smile, you tell him, craking the can open and taking a sip.

“Mmm.” Billy mumbers, and you can read the question in his eyes. “Here.” He says at the same time he starts taking his jacket off. “You're cold.”

“I'm not, really.” You protest, but he puts the jacket around your shoulders anyway. “I mean it, B. You'll be cold.”

“I'm alright.” He assures you. “And come. Let's get out of here.” Without giving Tyler a second glance, Billy guides you away, and you don't even try to resist.

You thought he was driving you home, but instead, he took you to a snack bar, where he bought you ice cream. And here, leaning against his car in the almost empty parking lot, you're having more fun than you were back at the party. The night is a bit cold, but the sensation Billy brings out makes you warm.

“Did Tyler say anything?” He asks, putting his empty plastic ice cream cup on the hood of his car.

“No, just... He said I'm pretty, that you'll break my heart so I should give him a chance.” Shrugging your shoulders, you look down, putting your cup next to his before pushing yourself up, sitting on the hood of his Camaro. “But don't mind him. Nobody else knows what happens between us.”

“I won't break your heart. I'm scared you will break mine.” Billy says, a nervous giggle leaving his lips. “(Y/N), I...” He comes closer, his hand, on the hood, touching your leg. Then you fold a leg under yourself, your body leaning closer to him. It happens involuntary, as a need you have you didn't even know was there. “I use to act and think and feel like I was unbreakable. But you... You made me weak.” It comes out as a plead, and Billy ends the little distance between you two. His face is too close, and his blue eyes are everything you see as his hand comes to caress your cheek. “I'm completely at your mercy. I'll do anything you say”

You've never been this close to Billy. And yet, you want more. The whole world is out of focus, and even the gravity is too much. Your heart needs him, it wants him. “Put your lips close to mine...” Your voice is barely a whisper, as your mind tries to win the fight over your heart. You'd be smart to walk away, but Billy is quicksand. He pulls you in. His kindness, gentleness... His touch, his voice, his eyes... Every single thing draws you closer. “As long as they don't touch...”

“I'm in love with you,” Billy says, eyes never leaving yours. “I've been since I saw you for the first time but it only got stronger. When we're close, I want to kiss you, and touch you and look at you... And when I see you walking away all I can hear is the sound of my own voice asking you to stay.”

A smile takes over your lips. He's confessing it, he's saying it with all the words. Billy's heart is open... And he loves you. “Everyone warns me about you. They tell me not to fall for the bad boy and sometimes it scares me but... Your name has echoed through my mind and I just think you should know.” Holding on the collar of his shirt, just to make sure he'll stay close, you look at his lips. “But nothing safe is worth the drive so...”

“(Y/N)...” He says, begs, pleads.

“This path is reckless... Treacherous... But I like it.”

And it's settled. You want him. And when Billy loses control, when he kisses you, you surrender. His lips taste like ice cream at first, but soon after all you can taste is him. And it's amazing, indescribable, inebriating. You've never kissed someone like that, you never wanted to kiss someone like that, and now you know why.

You've been waiting to kiss Billy all along.

And when you have to pull away, he holds you close, forehead touching as you both catch your breathes. The silence that follows isn't uncomfortable. It's the silence of two people in love enjoying each other's company.

“So...” Billy says after a while, his thumb caressing your lower lip. “I believe we're dating now.”

The different tone makes you laugh, playfully pushing him away and jumping off the hood. “What makes you think that?”

“A good girl like you wouldn't kiss someone she's not dating.”

“I'll make an exception for you...” With a smirk, you open the passenger door. “We can go back to the party if you want.”

“No way. I'm taking you home.” Billy gestures for you to get inside, closing the door for you.

“Are you for real?” You ask as he starts the car.

“Yup.”

“You know my mother isn't home, right? She wouldn't even know.” Putting the seat belt on, you look at Billy. He has a smile on. The kind of smile you've never seen before.

“No, I want to make things right this time.” He glances at you, and your eyes fall on his lips, making you want to kiss him again.

Blushing, you nod, looking at the road ahead. “Alright.”

On the ride home, you listen to some music. And as he speeds through the streets, you sing out loud. Some people look with an angry face, eyebrows furrowed, but it only makes you sing louder. You're happy, like you never felt before.

The song is only turned off when he stops by your house, and you step out of the car. Billy walks you to your front door, and you stop there, turning to face him.

“I had fun tonight.” You tell him, a hand on the door handle, but with no intention of going inside.

“So did I.” He mutters in a low voice, stepping closer. Despite the high heels, he's still taller, so you raise your head to look at him. The darkness hides you both from curious eyes, and it makes you brave enough to move closer, holding on to his shirt.

“You know that if I cross the door with this jacket I won't give it back anymore, right?” You whisper, a smile on your lips.

“Take it, it's yours.” He whispers back, a hand caressing your cheek. “The jacket... My heart...” And he kisses you again, slowly, allowing you to feel the warmth of his lips and mouth against the cold of the night.

But he pulls away too soon, and you sigh. “What?”

“It's past ten, pretty girl. Get inside.” He places a kiss on your forehead, reaching behind you and pushing the door open. “See you tomorrow at school.”

“Good night, B.” Smiling, you turn around and step inside, but the door remains open until his car disappears down the street.

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neocrush · 3 years

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— enhypen reaction to hearing you sing for the first time !

genre: fluff + established relationship for heeseung and sunoo

pairings: idol!enhypen x gn!reader

note: requested by anon ♡

★ heeseung

you got into an argument, a dumb one actually

but you both being the stubborn people you are, you decided to give each other the silent treatment

you couldn’t handle it much longer

you just wanted to say sorry and cuddle with him

but then again - you didn’t wanna deflate your ego

so directly speaking to him was a no-no

so you sat there in his bed, grabbing his guitar and started strumming it

until you started playing and singing get you by daniel caesar

heeseung must’ve heard you as he slowly walked towards his room, pressing his ear on the door

he didn’t know you could play the guitar and sing

pls he had massive heart eyes

was convinced he fell in love with you all over again

he completely forgot the argument ever happened and just barged in

“you’re the love of my life.”

you stopped playing and singing and just went *instert shocked pikachu face*

“can you sing for me? please?” and you just shake your head no

pouts and gives you puppy eyes

you give in and kiss his cheek “fine, but only if you do it with me”

he nods and cuddles you as you both sing each other to sleep

★ jay

you were a new trainee at belift and he was at the studio, preparing a new song with jake and a producer

the producer had called you in to record a demo for one of the hybe groups

he wasn’t that fazed when you entered the room - the both of you having a mask and bucket hat on

as you entered the recording booth, you removed your mask and hat

you listen to the instrumental and re-read the lyrics once again as you asked the producer if you could record the song without instrumental first

the producer agreed and started recording

you got straight into the chorus, surprising jay

that specific part was in a very high key and he was shocked at how effortlessly you sang it at the first try

the recording went pretty well

but the way jay kept on looking back and forth between the lyrics he was writing and you in the booth didn’t go unnoticed by jake

you were done and had to return to practice as you bowed to the boys and producer - leaving the room

jake nudges jay, signalling him to go follow you and at least say something

jay took the hint and left the studio

“y/n!” he called out and you turned around

“your voice is beautiful. would you want to record with me- i mean enhypen some time?”

★ jake

you were part of a girl band

you played the bass and was also the lead singer

your company - a fairly small one - was just recently bought by bang pd so you were under hybe labels

your group used to perform for different high school festivals and you just happened to have performed at sunoo’s

after hearing the news that you were under hybe too, sunoo begged his members to come with him see your band at the company

“sunoo they’re there to practice, not to do free concerts” - jungwon

jake chuckled and he was the only one who agreed to come with sunoo

“hyung did you know their lead singer is the same age as you” sunoo said wiggling his brows as they both made their way to your practice room

jake just shook his head at his younger member

hearing a familiar melody, sunoo dragged the older member to what he was sure was your practice room

“sunoo you can’t just barge i-“

was he seeing an angel?????

“sunoo i thought they did rock”

“yeah but they have bsides in other genres too yknow”

you were singing your solo song twilight

jake nodded and watched you in awe, admiring how into the song you were

your members weren’t there and it may seem lonely but your voice echoing throughout the room made the atmosphere feel heavenly

once the song was over, sunoo cheered and clapped his hands as you grew shy, finally acknowledging their presence

the two boys introduced themselves to you and you did the same to them

you chuckled as you saw jake fumble on his words

“i know who you guys are, i watched your very good cover. you should try doing rock sometime, it seriously fits you guys!” you complimented them

as they grew shy, you couldn’t help but notice jake’s unique smile and how he plays with his hands when he’s nervous

“do you wanna grab lunch with us?”

“is the jake sim asking me out?”

“is the y/n l/n rejecting me?”

you both laughed as sunoo playfully rolled his eyes and you went to go get lunch with the two

★ sunghoon

you were at karaoke with the guys

all of them were having the time of their lives, doing song after song without taking breaks

jay and riki were singing new face and you were busting your lungs out watching them get tired of the never-ending song

remember when yoongi went “when does this song end” when bts was singing new face during that one run episode? yeah that’s them

when the song finally finished, jungwon noticed how you have been laughing and just sitting there the whole time

so he took the mic and pointed at you

that little shit

sunoo had already queued asap by stayc for him to sing, but jungwon insisted that you sing it since you should at least sing one song

“but that’s my song!” - sunoo

“sunoo you can do the choreo while y/n sings” - jungwon

sunoo nods, also wanting to hear you sing

(ps he wanted to do the choreo lol)

you refused and kept shaking your head until your crush, sunghoon, placed his hand on your shoulder, making your heart do backflips

“cmonnnn y/n, please?” he pouted at you

finally giving in, you stand up and grab the mic from jungwon

starting the song, your body was stiff

but once you reached the chorus, you and sunoo were doing the choreo while you sang with a big smile on your face

not you being a whole kpop idol whoop

sunghoon couldn’t help but look at you and smile to himself and blush - you looked so cute and your voice was so addicting

you even lipsynced the “i think you’re really cool” part (the one before the chorus) while winking at him

the song really brought out your inner confidence as you made sunghoon a flustered mess

once you were all finished and went home, riki showed you a video he took of sunghoon when you were singing

“dude i swear he’s super into you! look at him smiling ear-to-ear!!! he looks like he just saw an angel”

“oh shut up riki”

you mentally thanked jungwon for setting you up like that

★ sunoo

“can you sing me to sleep please?” you asked sunoo asked with puppy eyes

he poked your cheeks, nodding

“you’re so cute. of course i’ll sing you to sleep baby”

getting in bed with him, he started playing with your hair and caressing your shoulder

he softly sang love is not over by bts

what took him by surprise was that you suddenly joined in, harmonizing with him

he knew you liked music but wasn’t aware that you had such an amazing voice

he held your hand as you both finished singing the song, giggling

“baby you have the sweetest voice ever, you should sing more often” he playfully pouted

you softly laughed as you moved his bangs out frame, kissing his forehead

“i’ll only sing for you darling, i don’t want others to fall for me”

he playfully hit you as you laughed at your own joke

facing you, he looked into your eyes

“i love you so much.”

you blushed at his words

“i love you even more sunoo.”

★ jungwon

your group and enhypen were appearing on weekly idol together

your members kept on teasing you because you had previously revealed that jungwon was your ideal type on knowing bros

what you said garnered a lot of attention from knetz and engenes, some negative but most of them positive

“they would make an adorable couple”

“i wanna see them sing together”

“their visuals together would shake the whole country”

you were glad engenes didn’t hate your guys for being open about your admiration towards the boy

you being nervous was an understatement - this was your first time seeing jungwon in real life

and you expected the hosts to bring up what you said about him so you were prepared to face him directly

pls this sounds like ur about to have a boxing match w him

anyways filming started out okay until the hosts (ofc) brought up what you said

a few laughs here and there but suddenly they had an idea

“so you’re the main vocal, correct?”

you nodded at one of the hosts

“that’s perfect because it’s time for our karaoke session!”

you ended up getting paired up with jungwon to sing just one day by bts

you made eye contact the whole time and it didn’t take a genius to see the instant chemistry

your voices went so well with each other that even you and his members were shocked at how heavenly you both sounded together

you were both smiling and you could just melt right then and there

once you were done, you covered your face with your hands as you were a blushing mess

your members and enhypen clapped and one of the hosts went “you guys should sing an ost together”

you both got super shy and the rest of filming went well

a month passed and the episode aired

engenes and your fans went insane on sns and knetz were demanding a collab

it wasn’t anything serious until your ceo brought you in in a meeting with hybe executives and he popped up the question

“how would you like to feature in enhypen’s newest album?”

★ riki

your classmates were cleaning the classroom as it was the last week of the whole school year

you were sweeping the floor, humming the song that was silently playing in the background as the room was filled with chatter

riki was removing the decorations on the walls, listening to your soft hums

the songs that were being played were fairly calm

until a more energetic song suddenly played

your classmates suddenly became all energetic when i can’t stop me by twice started playing

you smiled, singing along

you were just playing around but you didn’t realize that you just hit nayeon’s high notes

“woah! y/n??? you’re really good”

you saw that riki was listening the whole time (and so was the rest of the class lol) and you got shy

you shook your head and stopped singing

“no keep going!” - a classmate

you gave in and went on with the song and riki gave you a “you’re so awesome” look

once the song was over, your classmates started playing even more hype song

a guy went “lets do karaoke!”

a girl chimed in “y/n has to go first!”

riki softly laughed and nudged you to go sing

you used the broom in your hand as a fake mic and mic stand as you sang blue hour by txt

he filmed you, zooming in on your smiling face

he was sure going to cherish that video forever

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lvnatiq · 3 years

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Random Relationship Headcanons | Felix Escellun x gn!reader

a/n: Hey ! On todays menu I am serving you modern au relationship headcanons. I know for a fact that I can’t write headcanons AT ALL yet here we are, out of spite I will keep trying until I can manage to write good shit. I’m going through a chaotic time in my life so please be patient with me 😭

I’m currently working on tattoo artist! reader x Felix headcanons and college!enemies to lovers one-shot. Knowing that Felix’s fav trope is enemies to lovers, I will post it hopefully before his new chapter drops. I used most of the hcs that were sent to me but if you couldn’t see yours, then it will probably be used on the other works.

No beta we die like men.

warnings: curse words, nsfw under the cut, random sage moments, felix being a ‘the neighborhood’ song basically.

You persuade him to start an Instagram account, and because of his family's popularity, he quickly gains followers. His account is practically empty because he would rather spend his time stalking your account on Instagram. You noticed the emptiness and wanted to take him out and take some photos for his account, which turned out amazingly. He is a little camera shy, so be patient with him.

You like to watch him apply his eyeliner but he finds it so stressing to do under your gaze. He used to be able to do it easily, but it has now become one of his most difficult tasks. You wanted to ask for his assistance in applying eyeliner to you in the hopes of making it simpler for him; he agreed but quickly regretted it when he realized how near your faces would be. You with your eyes closed, waiting for him to drag the line as he was only thinking about how bad he wanted to kiss you.

Felix has a Polaroid of you and stella in his wallet I said what I said.

When it comes to himself, he can be a pessimist, but when it comes to you, he is the most loving and positive boyfriend you could ever ask for. You have a dream ? He is ready to help you achieve it. Do you want to change in your life ? Go for it, He’s more excited than you are.

He can be quite insecure at times when it comes to your relationship because he feels like you deserve the world but the world is too big for his tiny hands. Will his cuddles be enough ? God he hopes so.

He almost cried when you told him you loved him for the first time. He's also baffled as to how you might feel the same way about him.

Drunk Felix is really clingy and honest. Whatever he can’t say sober drunk felix can and definitely will.

“May the stars let my death be between your glorious thighs amen-“ “Felix-”

Felix is weird but it add to his charm. It’s not unusual for you to wake up in the middle of the night and find the pillow besides yours empty. In the dead of night, you will find Felix munching on some weird ass food combinations.

He also has a habit of doing things that are extremely adorable without even noticing it. Like walking around the house in his oversized shirts, his hand clutching at the cuffs whilst the other one sheepishly rubs his eye.

“Can I lay on your lap ? I promise I won’t fall asleep. I just need to rest for a little.” His voice is so soft and hushed. “Of course, come here.” He throws himself onto you as he comes hopping on his tip toes.

He falls asleep on his desk too often, so you have to carry him back to his room, where he snuggles against you while you lead him there. Once he's in his room, he insists that you stay with him, so you wait until he falls asleep as you play with his hair, and he wakes up thinking it was all a dream.

I firmly believe that Felix’s love language is acts of service. Like making you coffee and bringing you random snacks as you work or wrapping you up in fluffy blankets whenever he catches you slacking on the couch.

He's been romanticizing anything and everything since he met you. When he sees beautiful flowers, he wants to bring them to you, but he also believes that their beauty stems from the fact that they are alive, so he argues and stresses a lot when deciding what to do in simple situations like these.

His edginess belongs to his impulsiveness and his style only at any other situation he's a complete softboy.

And I'm certain he knows a variety of card tricks. He enjoys showing off, and he enjoys it even more when you become fascinated and beg him to share the trick.

If you're a morning person, you'll probably spend your mornings alone in solitude, finishing work before the day begins, but if you're a night owl, you and Felix will go out for night walks and Felix would go out for night walks, sharing headphones to play some music, enjoy each others presence and develop a habit of watching the sunrise together.

Felix makes you playlists at the most random times and with the most random names. Until one day he sent you a playlist at around 4 a.m called “you”, filled with his favorite music. He usually sees music as a safe space for himself and now that you are his safe place too it’s only appropriate for him to do so. This only further proves how he spends his time thinking about you.

I feel like Felix would have what most would call "attachment issues" but it’s mainly because of his protective tendencies. This is not to say that he’s this "overly jealous toxic" character; rather, he has never had anyone to truly call his own in his entire life so he would do anything to protect it.

Felix is also big on astrology, so if you want the perfect birth chart, he'll give it to you. Also he owns a lovely deck of tarot cards, and if you ask him for a love reading, he can't manage to keep his words and feelings to himself so he modifies your reading according to him and his desires. Let the boy abuse his powers for the sake of love.

His style could be described as dark academia, his wardrobe mainly consists of dark colors, lots and lots of blazers and a lot of oversized shirts. He also loves jewelry so he owns a lot of rings and chains. Just so you know, if you're wearing any of his rings, his heart is doing cartwheels.

Is it obvious that he loves it when you place your hand in his and play with his rings with your fingertips.

Spoil him. Buy him that baby blue hoodie with cat ears.

“Ah, you look adorable.” “Isn’t it a bit too b-big ?” “You could say that. Do you mind ?” “No, I like it that way.” “I would know.” You smirk followed by felix’s gasp. “If you so desperately wanted a cat boy you know you have me right ?” Nudging your shoulder, Sage leapt into the conversation. “What is he talking about ?” Felix grumbled, only to notice two fuzzy triangular fabrics on top of his head as he brushed his fingertips over it.

He’s obsessed with your hands, kissing your knuckles, drawing circles in your palm. At a certain point it became an involuntary gesture he does it quite often without realizing.

He’s also canonically extremely blushy but he would never admit it. You’re convinced he uses some sort of make up because it is not possible for the pink dusting his cheeks to look this good.

He insists that you’re cold even in the warmest weathers because he wants to see you in his coat.

Sage forces Felix to take his thirst trap Tiktoks.

He really appreciates it when you add to his herbal tea collection without him noticing and he considers it a sign of affection because he takes his tea very seriously.

He loses it when you call him baby he gets flustered and frustrated but it’s all because it rolls off of your tongue so nicely that he can’t get enough of it.

Felix owns a broad collection of scented lip balms some of them are tinted. You didn’t hear this from me.

He never once took anything the Sage says seriously until he saw how well you two got along. He never thought that he would be standing there taking relationship and flirting advice from the frat boy.

Felix is a complete asshole when he wants to. He’s very verbal about it too. Consistent sarcastic remarks and eye rolls. I mean it runs in his blood, look at Escell.

You love it when he suddenly whips out the confident Felix, it’s not a daily occurrence you know.

When Felix is concentrated, he’s lost and there’s almost no way you or anything else can distract him. So it’s time to grab some colorful hair clips and ties to fuck around with his hair.

Felix is not the best at verbally expressing his gratitude towards you. He doesn’t know what he would do if you weren’t there for him at the lowest points of his life where normally he would close himself and bare the weight of his family problems and personal life issues that he can’t seem to get out of. Now he has you, someone who’s willing to listen to him and offer him a warm embrace when he needs the most.

While you to play games together, when he wins he wears that iconic shit eating grin of his with pride looking at you through the corner of his eye. “Shit, what do you want me to say to that felix ? Perhaps I should call you master now that you won ‘one’ fucking round.” He is praying that the screen light is covering the fact that he is a blushy mess after hearing you say that.

NSFW

I cannot stress this enough but he is extremely vocal in bed. Whining, trying to restrict himself from making too much noise but failing miserably.

Muffled pants, choked sobs and lots of pleasure infused tears.

He loves getting praised during sex but what he loves more is to get praised after it’s all over. Like you telling him how great he was, how well he behaved, how good he made you feel. He experiences sub drops a lot so please assure him that he did well :(

He’s into power-play but not in a submissive or dominant kind of relationship, it’s more of a psychological thing where the fact that he can see how good he makes you feel gives him a rush of confidence and adrenaline.

I believe that this motherfucker is a masochist, pain makes him more excited than getting an update on his favorite author who went on a year long hiatus and that is saying a lot.

Bite him. Scratch him. It is so stimulating for him he can reach his high just from those actions.

Fuck do anything to his ears bite, lick, pull, blow on it. He is extremely sensitive so anything you do will basically drive him out of his mind. It will most definitely lead to him trembling beneath your fingertips.

You must think that you are the only one who is such a tease but you’re wrong. Felix teases you quite often mostly to direct your attention towards him or to keep your attention on him. He’s quite greedy when it comes to you and your hands on his body. Unbuttoning unnecessary amount of buttons on his shirt to show a little skin that he knows you’ll notice. Playing with his necklace placing the chain between his lips dragging it towards the inside of his bottom lip teasing the metallic charm with the tip of his tongue. He definitely ain’t oblivious he knows exactly what he’s doing and he makes sure that you know exactly what he’s doing.

When he’s in the mood he will tug the hem of your top meanwhile his eyes are glued to the floor or graze the temples of his glasses between his lips, his teeth lightly nibbling the pointy edge. He loves to play dumb too. When you question him, he acts like he doesn’t intend anything and that you need to get your head out of the gutter.

At the end of the session Felix looks divine. Drool leaking down from his bottom lip to his jaw line towards his neck, his bangs sticking on his sweat coated forehead, his chest rising up and down quickly. His eyes rolled at the back of his head, his hands still clutching tightly to the sheets. Faint whimpers and deep breaths filling the air.

Leading up to the after care, his shy self returns. He buries his face to your chest hiding his blushy cheeks beneath the palms of his hands.

He likes to experiment a lot and you are his favorite subject.

It shouldn’t be surprising to find random kink definitions or role-play ideas on the search history of your laptop. After all Felix just asked for it to write an email, that’s all there is to it. That’s until you offer to try them out.

He doesn’t act upon his jealousy, what he does instead is that leaving marks on you especially around your neck and your chest where he knows it will show. Don’t cover them up if you don’t wanna deal with him.

“People just don’t appreciate art anymore.” “Felix these are, hickeys.” “Oh so now you are judging my art medium ?” “Since when proving Sage that I got railed by you is a form of art ?”

I didn’t see anyone point this out but whenever he is in the sub space he tends to be more on the bratty side. He starts of shy but his confidence builds up as the tension rises. Meaning that you should be ready to get your patience tested.

When you two are in separate places your suggestive words and tone leads up to phone sex, which Felix secretly fantasized about a lot. What made everything even more dirty was the fact that you didn’t know that he was laying on your bed surrounded by your scent and humping your pillow. Once you come back home you are greeted with a fresh pair of sheets on your bed. Apparently Felix decided to do you a favor and clean your room as well as the the whole house. He’s crossing fingers that you don’t notice because he knows that he’ll never hear the end of it.

Felix knows a lot about sex but his knowledge is based upon fiction rather than experience. So, naturally, he is more interested about learning specifically how your body responds to certain actions, what you enjoy and what you’re interested in so teach him. He’s a good student and oh well he’s a quick learner.

Pull his hair pull his hair put his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair pull his hair.

When he settles between your legs as he ties his hair, he places the hairband between his lips and looks up at you with half lidded eyes. It’s his definition of torture.

Even though he doesn’t give off that vibe, he is very freaky if you would’ve known what his AO3 tags consisted of you would agree.

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salazarslytherin · 3 years

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dance lessons (j.p x gn!y/n)

requested: yes! by @riddikulusweasleys

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summary: james teaches you how to dance

cw/tw: nothing, fluff is all, genderneutral!reader!!!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: short and sweet james fluff <3 hope you like it love! reblog to boost xxx

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"So Y/N, who are you going to the ball with?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on you, the vivid conversation that had fogged the large table vanishing as you stared at Sirius like a deer in headlights. Froth covered your top lip from the mug of butterbeer you'd been sipping on, and you quickly wiped it away on your sleeve, blinking and stuttering slightly as you tried to answer the question.

"Um, no one."

Mutters of confusion sounded around the round table, a few other students in the Three Broomsticks whispering to each other as they caught wind of your words.

"What? Did nobody ask you to-"

Marlene delivered a quick slap to Dorcas's shoulder, widening her eyes as a quick sign of 'shut up' before turning back and smiling at you, a reassuring look in her eyes.

"It's okay Y/N, there's still time before the ball."

You shook your head at your friends, biting your lip to prevent a laugh from bubbling out of your mouth.

"No, no, no. It's not that, I just don't really feel like going to the ball."

A series of gasps sounded around the table – your friends were quite the drama kings and queens indeed.

"It's not that big of a deal! Relax."

Protests of "of course it's a big deal!" came around, but you quickly cut them off, wanting nothing more than to just move on from the conversation.

"Who wants another round of butterbeer? I'm buying!"

⚔︎.

"So, Y/N."

It was three days later now, you and James were sat in the library working on a transfiguration essay that was due the day after. Leafing through a reference book, you hummed lightly at James, a gesture for him to continue.

"Why aren't you going to the Yule Ball?"

Letting out a groan, your head fell to the table, knocking against the book.

"Can we not talk about that? Sirius literally bugged me about it all of potions."

Twirling his quill in his hand, James quirked an eyebrow at you, an inquisitive look in his eyes.

"Yeah, but unlike them, I know that you were asked. I was there when you were asked. By like, four different people. Why didn't you just agree to one of them and go?"

Letting out a deep sigh, your head turned to face the boy, tucking your hands under your legs as you sat on them, sheepish as you stared at him.

"Okay I can tell you. Just, don't laugh or whatever."

The boy nodded at you, his brows furrowed in uncertainty as he watched you trap your bottom lip between your teeth. Gnawing on the flesh, your eyes fluttered between his, dropping down for a second before exhaling:

"I don't know how to dance."

⚔︎.

That's how you ended up in the Room of Requirement, staring at your shoes while James fiddled with a charmed record player, putting on some old classical song that you might have heard somewhere in passing.

"Alright, are you ready?"

You looked up at James, pursing your lips in a semi pout.

"James I swear I've got two left feet or something, s'not gonna work out very well."

The boy rolled his eyes, straightening his back in true Pureblood fashion as he looked down at you.

"Please. I've had dance lessons since I was four. I can teach you to dance anything."

Stretching his arms out towards you, James raised his eyebrows, gesturing for you to move towards him.

"Come on, I'll lead."

⚔︎.

"Left, two, three."

"Shit!"

James's foot snapped away from under yours, the two of you stumbling as his arm wrapped tighter around your waist. Holding you closer to him, the pair of you fell down to the ground, you landing on top of him.

Your chests were pressed together, your lips ghosting his for a moment as your eyes refocused on James's. Your face was dangerously close to the bespectacled boy's, your breath fogging his glasses slightly. Noticing your distance, you scrambled to get up, brushing yourself off as you stood up. "Sorry James! Fuck, told you I can't dance." The boy laid on the ground for a few more seconds, his eyes blinking in a mist of mild confusion before he stood up as well, clearing his throat awkwardly. "That wasn't too bad. It's literally your first attempt, don't get so distraught over one mishap."

You raised your eyebrows at the boy.

"Really. One mishap. Sure, that's the first time we fell on the ground, but it's like the tenth time I've stepped on your foot."

The seeker rolled his eyes at you, stepping closer to wrap his arm around your waist again as the music automatically looped on the player. He took your hand in his larger one, extending your arms towards the door before stepping backwards.

"Yeah, well, mistakes happen Y/N. This doesn't mean that you can't dance. You're literally learning. It takes time. Not just three hours in this room."

You sighed as you stepped to the side, instinctively responding to James's movements as the two of you waltzed in time to the music.

"Do you really not want to go to the ball?"

You rolled your eyes as your feet glided over the wooden floor, James's hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you into a heel turn, shoes clicking on the smooth maple.

"I-, I don't know."

Your arm was lifted over your head as James twirled you gently, your arm extending as your left foot stepped out sideways, your intertwined hands extending as your free arms stretched outwards, before turning back in to clasp each other gently once more.

"Come on Y/N, it'll be fun."

As if to emphasize his point, James twirled you outwards, the tenacity with which he did so making you laugh as your hand flew out instinctively. Laughing alongside you, James pulled you back in, your body whirling closer towards his in a laugh.

The laugh was cut off as the momentum made you stumble, James letting go of your hand to catch you, fingers interlocking as he wrapped his arms around your waist fully. Eyes squeezing shut in fear of falling, only to find your chest pressed against James's as he pulled you in.

One eye opened as you looked up at the bespectacled boy, the other quickly following it as you watched James, his eyes darting down to glance at your lips before looking back into your eyes.

Your chests rose and fell in unison, as the seconds ticked on you became acutely aware of the fact that his grip hadn't loosened, hands wrapped around your waist, eyes boring into yours.

"Um-"

"Y/N-"

Your mouths opened in unison, smiling as both of you stopped simultaneously.

"You go."

James nodded, his bottom lip sticking out as he furrowed his brows in a bout of uncertainty.

"Do you, wanna go to the ball with me?"

A smile blossomed on your face.

"Don't you have a date?"

James looked up awkwardly, his arms stiffening around you but still not quite letting go.

"Um, I might have... been waiting to ask someone."

The corner of your lip curled upwards as you looked up at the boy.

"Oh yeah? But what if that someone still doesn't want to go?"

James's arms pulled you closer – somehow it was still possible. Your chest fully pressed against his, the prominent smell of broom polish and mint dancing into your olfactory senses.

"I thought I might've persuaded them. They'll have a fantastic dance partner too so they won't have to worry."

Your eyebrows shot up in amusement.

"But... What if they still need some persuasion?"

It was now James's turn to smile, the sides of his mouth turning up as his eyes darted down to your lips once more.

"Would a kiss persuade them, you think?"

"Maybe-"

Before the word had left your mouth properly, James had caught your lips in a kiss, melding your mouths together as your eyes fluttered shut. His hands finally left your waist, trailing up your sides to cup your chin. Your hand moved to hold him by the nape of his neck, memorising each and every crevice of his lips.

After a fleeting moment that seemed to last forever, the two of you fell apart, chests heaving as your hands left each other for the first time in minutes, the ghost of James's hands on your waist haunting you.

"So, are they convinced?"

A soft chuckle left you, pressing your lips together in a moment of shyness, cocking the edge of your mouth upwards.

"Hmm. I think they are. So, shall we practice more? So that somebody won't be too embarrassed on the dance floor?"

James held his hands out, tilting his head to the side as he smirked at you.

"Of course. But it's your turn to lead now."

Your mouth fell open, staring at the boy, bemused.

"What?"

James barked out a laugh, ruffling his hair slightly as you just watched him.

"You don't expect me to lead all night, do you?"

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anabsolutetrainwreck · 3 years

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i can hate you sometimes || h. styles

warnings: pre-covid, mentions of sex, swearing, kissing

word count: 2.2k

summary: you and harry have mutual friends, but that doesn’t mean you two are friends. but when harry gets caught in the rain and you’re the closest person he can turn to, it makes for a much more awkward night...

Though you could respect Harry’s artistic abilities when it came to creating music, you could barely tolerate him as a person. Likewise, he wasn’t at all too fond of you. You shared friends in common, which often unfortunately resulted in many a night out with him and your mutual friends.

Yes, Harry was a respectful man. That was perhaps the one thing you could say didn’t irritate you about him. Everything else, the subtle cockiness he played off as jokes; the incessant need to be centre of attention; the bloated ego, which left him thinking he was above everyone else, all of that stuff, you couldn’t stand. But he wasn’t going to stop you from enjoying time with your friends, so you continued to go out drinking with them or go out for big meals with them or on lavish holidays with them. Unfortunately, he had the same mindset. You were both very stubborn.

Going out with your friends when Harry was there seemed like a difficult task at first. But if you sat at the opposite end of the table or stayed fairly distant in a club, the night tended to run smoothly. The one time you’d been left alone was around a year ago when you and Harry had gone out for dinner with Sarah and Mitch. Sarah had gone to the toilet and Mitch had gone to pay the bill. It had been two or three minutes maybe, but it felt like long, excruciating hours. Days, even. You’d distracted yourself by finishing off your wine and trying hard to look anywhere but in Harry’s direction. He’d busied himself with his phone and trying hard to look anywhere but your direction. But, either way, it had been perhaps the most awkward experience of your life.

And now, on a quiet Sunday evening, you found yourself preparing some pasta. Your dog, albeit too big for his own good, was curled up in front of the fireplace. You had your laptop set up on your coffee table, your classical music playlist floating through your house.

It had begun raining heavily about five minutes ago. The droplets were pelting down on your large windows. You had some candles set up and a glass of wine waiting for you on the coffee table in your living room. It was the perfect romantic evening for one.

A knock on your front door took your attention from the boiling water before you. You quickly jogged through to your hallway, opening the door. And, much to your surprise and perhaps disappointment, you were met with the face of Harry Styles. “Can I help you?” you asked, staring at him expectantly.

He sighed, almost embarrassed to ask, but said, “Can I stop at yours until the rain passes?”

You looked him up and down. Stop at yours? Why did that send your stomach into a state of flutters? “Just get an uber,” you said firmly.

He winced, “My phone’s dead. Can you at least let me charge it so I can get an uber?”

You weren’t a fan of Harry (biggest understatement of the year), but that didn’t mean you were an utter asshole. Of course you would let him stop at yours for a little while. Anyone would, right? You sighed, making sure he knew this was a reluctant decision of yours, “Sure.”

He thanked you as he shuffled into your house. He removed his coat and hung it up on your coat rack. Quietly, he followed you into your living room. “Here,” you said curtly, passing him one of your spare chargers.

The entire exchange was even more awkward than last year’s meal with Sarah and Mitch. Benny, your dog, was quite clearly enthralled about the arrival of Harry. He jumped up at the brunette man, his tongue hanging loose. As you tended to your exuberant pasta meal, you could hear Harry petting Benny.

On the few occasions Harry had met Benny, he loved the dog. But, Benny was a dog after all and it was hard to hate a dog. Especially one as lovable and as cuddly as Benny. Harry’s footsteps became louder as he entered the kitchen, Benny, tail wagging, not far behind. It was only when you looked up did you notice Harry carrying your laptop with him. Your first instinct was to tell him to put it the fuck down; it was your laptop - you paid good money for it. But something seemed to stop you from snapping at the man, who was soaked from the rain, in front of you. Usually, you struggled with biting your tongue around Harry. He was just infuriating. “Can I please put something else on?” he asked, gesturing to the screen, which had Spotify open.

You shrugged. You weren’t that bothered if he wasn’t in the mood to listen to your collection of great classical records. It was his loss. Besides, your pasta was nearly finished and then you’d dish it up and settle down in front of the tv. “Sure.”

There was a moment of silence after he’d paused to whatever piece was playing. “What’s this?” his voice came suddenly.

You knew exactly what he’d found. And you practically kicked yourself for forgetting you had it. It was your playlist, simply titled ‘sex’. A sex playlist. A playlist for sex. “I didn’t take you as the type to have a designated sex playlist,” he said, smirking.

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about me,” you grumbled, your cheeks heating up.

“Clearly. Some interesting choices on here, Y/N. Not as many of mine as I thought there’d be,” he said.

There was none. None of Harry’s songs on your sex playlist and, if he was being honest, it kind of irritated him slightly. The thought of you having sex to his voice was an enriching one. But what most definitely pissed him off, was the sight of a couple Liam Payne songs and a few of Zayn’s. “I didn’t think Sign of the Times was right for the occasion,” you shrugged. “Do you want some pasta?”

“If there’s some going,” he said quickly. “I do have other songs you know. Besides, Sign of the Times is a great sex song. Starts off slow, builds to a climax...”

You turned to look at him. Only then did you realise you were actually having this conversation with him. Still, you pressed on. “All songs build to a climax one way or another. It’s called a crescendo.”

“Yeah, I know what it’s fucking called,” he sighed. “I’m the musician here.”

“And yet you can’t appreciate classical music. Anyway, if you’re so convinced you have good sex songs, name a few,” you challenged.

He spoke as he followed you through to the living room. You set his bowl of pasta (you always had a habit of making your portions way too large) down on the coffee table beside the candles and wine. “Okay, Kiwi.”

You hummed in thought, “What if I want something a little slower? Like, Kiwi could totally ruin the mood.”

He shifted in his seat. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw his phone light up, signalling it had at least a little bit of power. But now he was eating your fresh pasta and discussing sex songs with you, and frankly, he didn’t want to leave. “Woman? You can’t tell me you’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” he said.

“Well, I can. So I will: I’ve never had sex with Woman playing,” you replied; you liked this game.

“Okay, come on. She is the perfect sex song,” he said smugly.

Now this one tripped you up. Because you’d had sex to She before. It had come on when the guy you were sleeping with asked if he could shuffle his playlist. She had come on second, maybe. And those six minutes had been the best of your life. You told yourself it was just the guy you were seeing at the time, and he certainly didn’t mind the compliment. But, in hindsight, you realised it was probably the fact that Harry was singing about living in daydreams in the background. In that moment, the sex hadn’t even been at the forefront of your mind. It was his fucking velvet voice. “I wouldn’t know.”

He smirked, “You’ve had sex to She, haven’t you?”

“No.”

“You have! I knew it.”

“Piss off, Harry.”

You hoped your nonchalant replies would be enough to deter his attention from the subject at hand. But alas, he didn’t seem to pick up on it. That, or he was deliberately ignoring your tone. You were beginning to regret letting Harry into your house. And you weren’t afraid to tell him so. “I wish I’d just left you in the rain.”

He scoffed, “That’s not very nice, Y/N.”

You rolled your eyes at him, making sure he saw. God, you could really hate him sometimes. “Harry, we’re literally discussing my sex life. It’s none of your business. And a bit personal, don’t you think? You don’t even know my surname.”

You got to your feet and made your way through to the kitchen, placing your empty bowl in the sink. You could hear him behind you, you just wanted to turn around and tell him to give you a moment to yourself. He was like a puppy. Before you had the chance to do so, you felt him lean over, placing his bowl beside yours. He was so close.

Turning around slowly, you were met with him. He was there, right there. You looked up at him. He wasn’t moving. You were torn between pushing past him, making sure he knew you were angry and staying for a while, basking in the sexual tension that was buzzing around in the air. “I do know your surname,” was all he said.

He was so close, his eyes exploring your face as if he’d never seen it before. Trapped between Harry and the kitchen counter, you’d fantasised about this moment for ages. Harry’s face a mere few centimetres away from your own. You could feel his breath on your face. It was warm, welcoming. “Do you?” you choked out.

He nodded slightly. The revelation of Harry knowing your surname was almost surprising to you. You didn’t think he paid that much attention to anything that had something to do with you. Up until this point, standing in your kitchen, neither of you daring to make the first move, you’d thought he only knew your first name because he was obliged to.

You both yearned the simple delight of the other’s touch. All the pent up sexual tension from the last years, longing looks disguised as glares of disgust and the little snarky remarks used as an excuse to talk to each other, all of that began unravelling at the seams. He looked at you and you looked at him, both of you daring the other to make the first point of euphoric contact. “Harry,” you forced out quietly, hoping he’d take that as a sign that he could touch you, kiss you, anything.

“What do you want?” he hummed gently. “What can I give you?”

“Just kiss me.”

You were also embarrassed that, after years of suppressing your enrapturing feelings, you were asking him to kiss you. And still, he didn’t touch you. It was like he was playing some sick game with you. And then the dreadful thought that he might just be doing all of this to give him a means to mock you in the future. If that was the case, he’d have the perfect upper hand over you. “Do you still wish you’d left me in the rain?” he asked, almost taunting you as he left you practically begging for his touch.

You shook your head, “No, no. God, no. Harry, please.”

“Anything you want, darling.”

“Kiss me.”

“Only if you’re sure you want me to.”

“I do, Harry. Please.”

And when he was sure he had your definite consent, he didn’t waste another moment. He placed his large hand on your cheek, the tips of his fingers buried in your hair. His lips on yours was perhaps the most perfect form of ecstasy. As you wrapped your arms around his neck, tilting your head up to meet his, you were sure you’d travelled to some distant infatuating dreamland you only ever hear about.

Reluctantly, you pulled away, panting slightly, “Don’t go.”

“What?”

“Don’t get an uber. Stay with me tonight.”

A smile crept its way up into Harry’s features. He tried to hide how elated he was that you’d proposed he spend the night with you. A grin tugged at the corners of his lips, which were parted slightly. All he wanted to do was indulge his need for your perfect taste all night. From the moment the sky went from the most divine lavender colour to the most starry black, to the moment it turned back to the most marvellous oranges and reds in the waking of the sun. “You don’t know how long I’ve been waiting for you to say that to me.”

part two.

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chasingpj · 3 years

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𝐒𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞

"You’re really sweet, water boy.”

pairing: percy jackson x child of hecate!reader

words: 5,379

warnings: angsty, mentions of breaking down, one curse word

timeline: post sea of monsters

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a/n: hi hi! I hope you guys like this chapter. If you have any feedback let me know. i've read this chapter over like 1,000 times while editing so i can't even give my own opinion on this chapter lol. i hope someone likes it at least cause i'm a little iffy about this one.

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“Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, no escape from reality!”

The singing voices of the Apollo cabin harmonize as Atticus stands in the middle of their cabin, eyes closed with his arms swaying side to side in the air. You sit against the window frame at the end of the room, your lips curl in a soft smile as Harvey prances around his feet, enjoying the spotlight as much as Atticus is. You were glad that Atticus was still up for karaoke night despite his mood. Although you didn’t plan on coming yourself, you had hoped that he would as he needed it as an outlet to let loose. A part of you wasn’t surprised when Atticus was begging you to come with him, insisting that your plan of staying in and sleeping early was too lame for a Friday night at camp. You didn't want to make him upset so you decided to suck it up and go with him. Besides, you did need to get out.

The past few days, you’ve had your nose in books, drowning out your thoughts with everything from studying demonology to enjoying fantasy novels. You’ve been keeping an eye on Lou Ellen as well, noticing that she too was avoiding her feelings by drowning herself with books back to back. And now, as a result of your similar coping mechanism, you two have an exclusive book club where you spend hours reading and mercilessly criticizing Twilight. Meanwhile, Atticus has been up and around, constantly surrounding himself with people to distract him. He seemingly was doing fine on the surface, but it was a facade. Sorrow was radiating off of him like never before. Even if you didn’t have the ability to sense his emotions, his song choice for tonight was a dead giveaway. Bohemian Rhapsody is his comfort song.

“I’m just a poor boy. I need no sympathy!” Atticus sings passionately into the microphone. Cheers break throughout the cabin, and you giggle, joining in, cupping your mouth as you whoop for him. You look over at Lou Ellen, talking and laughing with a few girls across the room. You smile, content that for right now, the two of them are occupied and happy. You, however, couldn’t get into the mood. Sure, the chaos of the Apollo Cabin easily entertained you, but you were having trouble shaking off the heavy feeling in your chest. You frown, your hand coming down to pet the top of Ambrose’s head, the other nuzzling his snout against your leg to comfort you. You look down at him, smiling softly as a silent thank you, and you sigh, hoping to lighten the feeling in your chest, but to no avail, it remained.

A nudge on your shoulder draws in your attention, and you turn to face the boys standing to your left. You meet Lee Fletcher’s bright blue orbs, a smile plastered on his flushed face.

“You’re next!” He shouts over the music, pointing his index finger at you in the same hand he held a red solo cup in. You scrunch your face, moving a little closer to him and the group so they’ll be able to hear you.

“I’m not really in the performance mood tonight,” you say, and the immediate protests from the boys around him made you smile. They insisted that you had to sing tonight and that they were going to make sure you went after your brother. On any other night, you would have agreed, gladly taking the mic. You weren’t a stranger to singing karaoke, and you had to admit you did enjoy it just as much as Atticus did. Last week, you sang an interesting rendition of Wannabe by the Spice Girls with Lou Ellen, Silena, Katie, and Sage. You were Scary Spice, of course; you wouldn’t have been anyone else. But tonight, you were unable to see yourself singing. Now that the boys returned to whatever they were talking about, you were planning your escape. You tune back into the song, realizing that Atticus was almost finished.

“Nothing really matters; anyone can see. Nothing really matters. Nothing really matters, to mee.”

You take a deep breath for a moment, accepting your fate. It’s only one song, you tell yourself; it’ll be quick. You cringe, expecting to be pushed up to the front by the others any second now. Suddenly, chanting fills the cabin,

“Encore, encore!"

Atticus smiles, bowing like a Broadway actor as the crowd cheers. You sigh, relieved, and you hoped whatever he picked would be able to conceal your exit. There was no way Atticus was going to pass up the microphone, and over the chanting, he announced his next song choice: Dancing Queen.

He’s so depressed.

You didn’t want to miss your opportunity, slowly scooting yourself away from Lee Fletcher and the others. As the instrumental of Dancing Queen fills the cabin, a chunk of people get up from the bunk beds and the floor to dance and sing along. You take your chance now that everyone is distracted, and you walk into the crowd, carefully weaving through bodies.

The cool summer night air was refreshing on your skin compared to the stuffiness of the crowded cabin. The collective singing of Dancing Queen becomes faint as you make it across the camp. You didn't realize how loud the song was while you were in there, and you could just imagine what the other cabins were doing. You couldn’t help but smile at the idea of an annoyed Ares' cabin, all of them with pillows covering their ears in an attempt to drown out the music and screaming.

By the time you reached the beginning of the woods, the disco instrumental was long gone, and you took in the stillness of the night. There was barely a breeze tonight; the only sounds were the faint chattering of campers hanging around the hearth and taking walks. You stare into the forest, uncertain if you should venture by yourself. You hear a soft whine come from Ambrose, signaling you that it was a bad idea. It was a couple of hours away from curfew, and you can already hear the faint roars of monsters. That wasn’t enough to turn you away, though. Your desire to be somewhere silent was more prominent than your fear of the monsters.

You walk in without another thought, your pace slow and slack, and Ambrose unwillingly follows close behind you, checking around to make sure you are safe. As you walk farther in the forest, the thoughts you had sent to the back of your mind were returning with a vengeance.

The departure of your siblings felt surreal. When you had woken up to their empty beds the next day, you had chosen to believe they had left for breakfast earlier than usual and that everything that happened was a dream. Yet, as the days went by, the absence of your siblings became more apparent. A part of you refused to grieve. You had wanted to declare your brothers as monsters and convince yourself that you didn’t care. You had hoped that deciding to hate them would allow you to move on, but even that came with a desolate aftertaste.

You had blacked out in your thoughts, allowing your feet to take you where they wished, and you find yourself at a familiar boulder. You look to your left at the picnic table, staring longingly at it. It was quiet for a moment before the sight of your brother and sisters sitting on the top of the picnic table, their feet resting on the bench, appeared. They sat quietly, Atticus frowning as he looked out in the forest.

“Focus on your breathing. You won’t shift if you’re impatient.” Your gaze snaps in the direction of the voice. You saw yourself slouched in defeat as Alabaster’s hands gripped your shoulders. His green eyes peered into yours.

You were the only one that hadn’t become ethereal after trying for the past 30 minutes. Atticus had transformed on his second try, Lou Ellen on her third, and the others followed close after. But you had lost count, growing more tired and discouraged after every failed attempt. Alabaster noticed you were on the verge of tears, your lip trembling, and he easily saw that you were crawling into a bad headspace.

“I can’t do it,” you sniffled, feeling embarrassed as your siblings waited for you. You were aware they weren’t judging you and had instead been encouraging you the entire time, but you still felt ashamed. The voices in your mind taunted you, making you forget any positive feedback you received that day. You were the weakest link of the group. You were never going to be powerful as your brothers, and so you’ll never be recognized by your mother, it said.

“You can, Y/n. You’re getting too in your head,” Al reassured you, his hands falling to his side, taking a step back. You were confident that he had given up on you, and you didn’t blame him. You looked down at the ground and fiddled with your fingers. It was silent for a moment before you heard him sigh.

“Try again,” he said softly.

You groaned and rolled your eyes at yourself. You were drained from trying so long, and you were ready to accept your defeat and stomp away. You looked at Alabaster again as he patiently waited for you.

You swallowed hard, and you closed your eyes as you heard the encouraging words of your siblings. Their words failed to cancel out the negative thoughts in your own head, though. You were already bothered by the little voice that said you would never transform. You dwelled on being the last one and what made you feel worse was that it was nighttime - when your magic is at its strongest - yet you still hadn’t transformed. Maybe you weren’t as powerful as your brothers gave you credit for. Disappointment swirled in your stomach, clouding your brain, and your fist clenched as you tried to shake off the thoughts in your head. You were well aware that your mindset was holding you back. You inhaled deeply, somehow finding the will to set aside your negative thoughts.

You decided you won’t allow yourself to be the only person who couldn’t transform. You weren’t going to let your insecurity of being the “weakest link” get to you, at least not on that night. You huffed out and felt a tug in your core before your fingertips and toes began to vibrate. You gasped, and your eyebrows furrowed tightly, the vibrating sensation gradually becoming more intense to the point where it almost hurt.

You heard an excited cheer come from one of your sister's lips as the feeling crept up your arms and legs. It finally met your core, and it was as if a ball of warm, electric energy sat right in the pit of your stomach. You opened your eyes, immediately seeing the bright smile on Alabaster’s face. A relieved laugh came from your lips as a few tears ran down your face from your previously pent-up anger.

“I told you.”

You snap back to reality, looking around you to see that you were still alone. No one was at the picnic table other than Ambrose, who was laid down at the foot of it, watching you cautiously. You swore you heard the sound of Al’s voice as if he was right in front of you, but that wasn’t possible. As much as you wished for it to be, you knew your siblings were long gone.

Though you were incredibly grateful for Atticus and Lou Ellen deciding to stay, the dynamic that your siblings had as a whole was something that you wouldn’t be able to get back. Now it was the three of you, left to figure things out on your own. It’s not as if you three were incapable of figuring things out, but you’ll miss your brother's guidance.

You think perhaps if your mother didn’t give them the okay to leave, they would have never left. You couldn’t help but be mad at her, and lately, you’ve been a little petty towards your mom. Tonight, you had decided to go to dinner and dedicate your burned offering to Hestia instead. You’ve been praying to her every night as well, hoping that maybe she’d be able to bring your siblings back to you.

You hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary to inform you if your mother was aware of your silence or if she cared. You also found yourself wondering what she thought of you for not leaving. How could she not visit you? Were you really not worth, maybe, five minutes of her time? Did you have to prove yourself worthy? If so, how? You were yearning to know, but even for that, you were unable to find the answer.

Your jaw clenches, feeling your sorrow shifting to rage in your core. Take a deep breath, Ernest would say, and you do, filling your lungs to their capacity, and you hold it. Think of your surroundings. Meditate on the question: If I erupt, will I hurt someone? If the answer is yes, take a step back, breath in for 10 seconds, out for another 10 until you’re calm. If the answer is no… well, fuck it. Everyone needs to be angry sometimes.

Your head tilts slightly, taking in the clear night sky for a moment. From your peripheral vision, you can see your green aura wildly swirling and flickering around you. You close your eyes, and your chest expands, ready to release the air you’ve been holding. There was no rustling of the trees or grass, no monster screams, no sounds of the surrounding camper. The forest was still until it wasn’t as you let out a deafening scream.

After hearing the news of your siblings running away from camp at the counselor's meeting a few days ago, Percy had made a mental note to check up on you. In the time between his activities, he had checked the strawberry fields, the arts and craft center, even the arena in an attempt to find you. For a moment, he had thought you had left with them, but when he saw that Atticus was still at camp, he knew you had to be somewhere. It wasn’t until he passed by the Hermes dinner table the other day did he decide to ask your brother where you were. By then, you had not shown up for your meals for two days straight. Atticus told him that you weren’t doing too good, deciding to isolate yourself in the company of Lou Ellen. He had offered to let Percy come with him to drop off your dinner, but he had decided not to go.

He figured that you needed time for yourself, and he didn’t want to intrude. He was also worried if it would have been weird to check up on you. Surely, you were friends? You considered him as a friend, right? He hoped so since he had considered you one. He thought maybe he was overthinking it but then he began to worry that you would blame him. He had to do some mental gymnastics to come up with a reason why you would be mad at him, but he was able to come up with something. He would understand if you were mad at him since he is, well, suspected to be the child of the prophecy. So obviously, none of this would have happened if he wasn’t born? Right? He had told Annabeth about it, and from the way she blankly stared at him, he knew that the reason wasn’t solid, but still, he was nervous.

He was surprised to see you walk out of the Apollo Cabin. After hearing that you were hiding away, he didn’t expect you to attend one of the most lively events tonight. From afar, you seemed upset, but you also glinted with determination as you walked with purpose. He was seated with Annabeth, Grover, and Thalia by the campfire, listening to Annabeth ramble about the architecture of the Palace of Versailles to Thalia and Grover. It was her newest hyper fixation, and Percy had been listening though he got a little lost at some point. He didn’t want to lose his chance to approach you, not sure when the next opportunity would be so he quickly finished up the s’more he was eating before getting up from the bench.

“Um, I’ll be back,” he says. The only person who had heard him was Grover, who nodded to acknowledge him while Annabeth didn’t miss a beat in her ranting.

He checked in the usual places you would hang out in, but you were nowhere to be found. He found himself walking along the gravel road in front of the forest. He slows down, turning toward the trees and he hums,

“Did she go in there by herself?” He mutters softly, becoming concerned. It was kind of an unspoken rule that campers shouldn’t venture out on their own.

He looks over when he hears chattering, the wood nymphs slowly making their way out of the forest. They seemed to be gossiping about something as they huddle in a circle right outside of the trees. Percy found it strange that they were away from their homes, especially at this time, and he noticed they all looked a little stunned.

“Hey,” he smiles as he walks over to them. He halts hesitantly, the girls becoming quiet as they turn to him. “Have you guys seen, y/n?”

They exchange looks with each other, Juniper shifting on her feet as she stands in front of him. “Yeah…” she trails off, facing the dark trees. “Just keep walking. You’ll hear her.”

Percy furrows his eyebrows, unsure what they meant by that, but he takes their advice anyway. It didn’t take him long to find out what they meant, hearing your yelling before he saw you illuminating in the dark. He had imagined that you would be upset, but he definitely did not expect you to be yelling at the sky, rapidly throwing blasts of energy at a boulder.

Seeing you like this was odd. It was so different from the calm and collected demeanor that you gave off. He had considered you as the quieter twin. Compared to your brother, you weren’t as out there. He hadn’t seen you have many interactions with Atticus, but he could tell that you took on the big sister role. You just seemed more mature.

“How could you- how could you offer something like that?! I’ve never seen you once an- the first message I get from you is to join his stupid army! You took them from us!” You ignore the burning in your throat and the trembling of your arms. You felt lightheaded, and you didn’t know if it was due to how hard you were yelling or the amount of energy you were burning out. “I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING!” You shout weakly, looking up at the sky, hoping that your mother was listening to you. You wanted her to know how you felt betrayed, angry, and heartbroken.

Despite your anger, you still held back on what you said. You were wary not to push too far, preferring to not meet your mother's wrath the first time she visited you. You wanted an explanation; you wanted to hear the orders and the promises she made from herself. But you doubted she would appear.

Hot tears roll down your cheeks, your breath ragged, and you wail, blasting the last long beam you were able to muster at the boulder. You stumble from your own force, a sob leaving your lips, and your forearm wipes your tears.

“I really hope you know what you’re doing,” you strain in a whisper.

You gasp as you hear a twig snap behind you. You freeze in your spot, your heart beating hard in your chest. You were confident that you had summoned your mother. You took a deep breath, ready to face her, but to your surprise, you were met with Percy.

Percy's body tenses the moment you snap your gaze to him, swallowing hard as your glowing eyes bore right into his. He was hoping that his speculations of you being mad at him were wrong. The burning smell from your beams filled the air, and he definitely did not want to be charred up like that boulder. To his relief, he watches your clouded expression soften. He shifts, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Are you okay?” He asks, immediately cringing at himself afterward. Of course, she isn’t okay, why would you ask her that?

You sniffle, and you nod, “Yeah, I’m just doing my nightly prayers.” Though you tried to lighten up the mood, your voice was sad and hoarse.

Percy frowns, and he steps over a log in his way. He walks over to you as you plop down to sit on the grass with your legs crossed. Ambrose comes to your side, resting his head on your thigh, and you pet him softly.

“I heard what happened,” Percy’s tone is soft as he hesitantly invites himself to sit beside you. He wasn’t sure you wanted to be comforted right now, but you didn’t tell him to go away, so he took that as a good sign. He hums, looking down at his hands, “Travis reported it during the counselor meeting the day after,” he mentions. “Atticus told me you weren’t doing too well. I can’t do much, but if you want to talk about it, I’m listening.”

You didn’t want to dump everything on Percy, but the genuine concern in his tone made you feel comfortable enough to consider laying all your thoughts out on the table.

You haven't had the chance to discuss your feelings yet. There was a silent understanding between you, Atticus, and Lou Ellen that none of you were ready to bring it up and would rather go along your days pretending it didn’t happen. But as you continued to avoid it, it began to fester like an infected wound.

You were so lost in your thoughts, you didn’t realize for how long you were quiet. In your silence, Percy waited patiently, not wanting you to feel pressured. Every once in a while, he would look over, noticing the flickering of your aura slowing down until it’s absorbed into your body, leaving you both with the soft white light coming from Ambrose’s body. If you decided not to talk about it, he told himself he wouldn’t pry, but he would be worried about you for keeping everything in.

You didn’t know how much Travis had said at the counselors meeting. Your mind was rushing with thoughts, asking yourself where you should start while also deciding if you should be completely honest with him. It wasn’t until now that you were faced with all the conflicting feelings you’ve had in the past few days. They came at you all at once, and a sniffle cuts through your silence. You sigh shakily, resting your head on Percy’s shoulder.

Percy looks down at you, able to make out some of your features in the dark. Your eyelids were a little puffy from crying, and you look exhausted. He frowns as a small sob leaves your lips, shifting to wrap his arm around your shoulders. He debated if he should say anything to you. He didn't find that this was a situation where an “it’s okay” was appropriate. Kronos was rising, war was on its way, and Luke was recruiting campers, 5 of those campers being your siblings. None of that was okay. He felt a pang in his chest, grasping on to the fact that you’d be fighting against them when it was time for battle.

“I’m sorry,” your voice quivers. You hated feeling as if you were losing control of your emotions. You didn’t want Percy seeing you like this, and you began to feel embarrassed.

“Don’t be sorry,” he shakes his head, and he opens his mouth to say something else but is too stunned when you pull away abruptly. Your gaze is fixed in the opposite direction as you try to catch your breath, hiccuping and gasping softly for a bit. “Y/n?”

“I almost left, and I feel guilty because a part of me regrets not leaving,” you blurted out the confession that was eating you up the most. It was what you were afraid to admit out loud, especially to Atticus and Lou Ellen. You didn’t want to admit that you, the one who found the courage to voice your opinion to your brothers, the one that declared she was staying at the camp, had begun to regret her decision. As much as you wished to not regret it, the what-if questions that filled your mind were hard to avoid. Were you actually missing out on the opportunity to be taught by your mother? Was it true what James said? Was deciding to stay a death wish?

You refused to look at Percy. You were wondering if he thought he was talking to a potential traitor to the camp. You were wondering if he would think of you differently now that you have confessed to having the slightest thought of joining Kronos.

Percy was lost for words, his face flashed with surprise, and he was glad you weren’t looking at him. He didn’t want you to think that he was judging you because he wasn’t; he was just taken aback. The tension between you started to thicken the longer he stayed quiet. His eyes scan the ground, frantically searching for something to say.

“Why did you stay?” He asks hesitantly.

Your teeth chew on the inside of your lip, and you now regret saying anything. You didn’t know if the shift in the air around the two of you was in your head, but either way, it bothered you.

“Because…” you trail off. The list of reasons why you stayed was long, and you didn’t want to go through all of them. You were determined to keep this conversation short, afraid that if you keep dwelling on this situation for too long, you will find more reasons to be angry.

“Because I’m not going to die for a cause I don’t believe in,” you declare. “I understand their side. I understand why they decided to leave. Alabaster was always saying that he wished things were different for us here at camp. I mean, so do I. They also had the approval of our mother, and they were promised to be taken care of if Kr- the Titan Lord wins. I can’t blame them for not giving that up because even I was hesitant to give it up,” you confess.

You sniffle softly, peeling the skin around your fingers before continuing, “But… for the change they're looking for, I don’t think this is the way to do it. Like really? Allying with him? Yeah, the gods are big jerks, but I don’t understand how he would be any different of a leader.” You sigh, “I considered leaving just to be with them, but I couldn’t go through with it. I wouldn’t feel right. I tried to convince them to stay, but they were set on leaving.”

Percy was quiet for a moment, and you found the courage to look up at him. His vision is fixed on the forest ahead before he meets your gaze. “I don’t think you should blame yourself for regretting not going. I think if I were in your position, I would have thought about the same things. They mean a lot to you. They’re your family.”

You nod, relieved that he understood where you were coming from. “Atticus was my last straw. If he had decided to leave, I would have left despite everything.”

“Understandable. He’s your twin,” Percy shrugs. You sigh shakily, your chest feeling a little lighter after being able to voice your thoughts. You felt more satisfied with yourself now. Your challenged morals felt solidified, and you decided with confidence that your choice was right for you.

“I give you a lot of props, Y/n. You were in a tough situation, and it must have been hard to stand your ground, especially since most of them decided to leave.”

“Yeah…” you say softly, and you realize that maybe you should have been kinder to yourself for having that feeling of regret.

“I think it’s really awesome what you did. Doing something like that takes a lot of guts,” Percy says, and you can hear the smile in his voice.

“Thanks…” you say shyly.

A soft smile plays on his lips, and he can tell you were starting to feel better. He was glad that he could help because he understood what you were feeling. He didn’t exactly go through the same thing, but he knew how it felt to second guess your choices and how it was easy to spiral when you dwelled on it for too long.

“You’re really sweet, waterboy. Thanks a lot," you say playfully as you return the smile. Your heart flutters as Percy’s face brightens before sheepishly looking away from you for a second.

He didn’t get compliments like that often. Well, he has, from his mom, but he didn’t count that. It wasn’t the same as getting the compliment from a girl, a girl as pretty as you are.

“I-it was nothing,” he moves his hand in a dismissive wave, and you giggle. “Well… I don’t know if you were done with your ‘prayer,’ but I think you should go back to the party in the Apollo Cabin. I’ll come with you. It sounded like a lot of fun in there."

"Ugh, but they’re going to make me sing,” you slouch, and Percy laughs at the slight pout on your face.

“I’ll sing with you,” he says, and you furrow your eyebrows, surprised at his offer. You’ve only seen him at karaoke a few times, and he always stayed on the sidelines.

“You can sing?” You ask, amused. Percy definitely didn’t seem like the musical type.

“Nope, I’m pretty much tone-deaf, but I’ll embarrass myself for you since you had a rough day," he nudges you softly before standing up. You look up at him as he pats down his pants, and you lean back on your hands.

“I’m gonna pick a ballad so you can embarrass yourself even more," you smirk at him, and he stops patting his clothes, squinting at you.

“Don’t make me take it all back,” he jokes. He reaches his hand out to you, and you grab it, letting him help you up from the ground.

“You know, I’d kill to hear you sing a Britney Spears song," you mention as you pat your own clothes down and begin to walk out of the forest, Ambrose acting as your guide by trotting ahead of you.

Percy is quiet for a moment, and you glance over, positive that he's starting to regret his offer to sing with you.

"Please don’t do that to me.”

You laugh at him; the thought of Percy singing a Britney Spears song was way too funny to you. Percy gave you a cautious look, not sure if you were serious or not. “Fine, fine! I shouldn’t take advantage of your kindness,” you admit as your laugh ceases. Percy nods, playfully agreeing with you. “You listen to My Chemical Romance?” You ask, and he scoffs,

“Of course, I listen to My Chemical Romance.”

“Let’s sing Teenagers then,” you suggest. “It’s a crowd favorite. Everyone sings along, so no one has to suffer through your singing. What do you think?” you tease, and you take in his bright smile as he nods his head,

“Sounds good to me.”

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The One That Got Away (L.MH)

Warnings : pure sadness, just absolute, pure heartbreak.

Word Count : 2419

Synopsis : she returned after four years engaged to another man, someone minho is convinced doesn’t love her as much as he does. but as he watches them get married, he sees the love in his eyes, and comes to terms with the fact that she will always be the one that got away.

“Let’s break up.” She said so nonchalantly before taking a sip of her coffee. She sat across from Minho, one leg crossed over the other, sitting back in her chair so comfortably, Minho was envious. He was leaning on the table, both his hands wrapped around his cup, staring at the love his life.

“Break up?” He asked, sitting straighter in his seat at the mere thought of losing her. “Why?” He could feel the tears threaten to fall, but he refused to give her that power. If she was going to leave, he wasn’t going to allow her to leave him in pieces.

“I got this amazing job offer in New York; I’d be an idiot not to take it.” She leaned forward to place her cup on the table in front of her, looking away from Minho for just a couple of seconds, but it allowed him to come to the realization that after today, she’ll never look at him again.

“Right. Yeah. Okay.” The words he wanted to say burned in his throat like whiskey after a rough week. “Let’s break up then.”

“I knew you’d understand, Min.” She smiled before grabbing her purse from her lap, throwing the strap over her shoulder, standing, and walking out of the café without so much as a glance back at Minho.

And he stood there, staring at her half drank coffee, the pink from her lipstick stained the rim. It’s like it was teasing him, telling him he would never feel her lips against his again. He would never have to wipe the smudged lipstick off his face from her kisses, and to some it would sound like a blessing, but to Minho it was a death sentence.

It’s been four years since he’s seen her last, but everything about her is tattooed in his mind, which is how he knows that the girl wrapped in another man’s arms is her. He recognizes the way she throws her head back before meeting his eyes again, pressing a kiss to the man’s lips, as if shoving her new love in Minho’s face.

He recognizes her laugh. Oh god does he ever recognize her laugh. It’s like music to his ears; his favourite song that he hasn’t heard in years but still memorizes every sound. The same sound that used to make his heart swell with joy and spread warmth throughout his body, now causes him a heartache he’s never felt before. Because she’s laughing at another man’s jokes, while Minho watches from afar, wishing that was him.

He almost runs in the opposite direction when he realizes she’s walking in his direction, but her excited smile keeps him in one place. She practically throws her arms around him just like when they were together. He hesitated in wrapping his arms around her, but eventually hugged her tighter than she hugged him. “How have you been?” She beamed, pulling away from the much too short hug.

“Good, I’ve been good.” He smiled at her, pretending seeing her wasn’t breaking his heart. He gave her a once over, noting all the changes in her style, and the way she’s grown to be even more beautiful than he remembered. “You look amazing! How have you been?”

“Oh you always flatter me, Lee Minho.” She blushed, lightly smacking him on the arm with a small giggle. “I’ve been great! This is Hongjoong, my fiancé.” She introduced the man that stood silently behind her, eyeing Minho with the same suspicion Minho used to give to the men in her life when they were together.

“Oh wow, congratulations!” If she noticed the less-than enthusiastic way Minho said those words, she didn’t make it obvious. He glanced down to her left hand, seeing the diamond right that adorned her finger, the same finger he placed a ring to years previous. He wondered, suddenly, what happened to that ring.

“It was so nice running into you! Maybe you and the boys could come to the wedding? I’d love for all of you to be there.” The longer she stood in front of him, the more she spoke, the more his heart broke.

“My number is still the same, just text me the details.” Why would he agree to watch her get married to someone that isn’t him?

“You’re home!” She exclaimed, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him quickly while the other seven slowly piled into the house they all shared.

“Oh, are you going to greet us all like that?” Jisung joked, raising his eyebrows at the couple, earning a well-deserved glare from Minho.

“Jisung not flirting with Minho’s girlfriend challenge: failed.” Felix laughed, shaking his head with his usual smile on his face. “Hi Y/N.”

“Hi Felix.” She smiled back him, unwrapping herself from her boyfriend. “I made dinner in case anyone was hungry.” She smiled, gesturing to the set table, earning excited thanks from everyone as they took a seat at the table, digging into the food she made.

“What did I do to deserve you?” Minho smiled, wrapping his arm around her waist, and bringing her in for a quick kiss.

“You pestered me for weeks on end in tenth grade until I agreed to one date with you.” She reminded him, causing Minho to hide behind his hands at the embarrassing memory.

“Must have been one amazing date if you two are still together.” Seungmin teased from the table. She only shook her head, explaining just how horrible the date was. He had planned it all out, but nothing seemed to go according to plan. But she couldn’t help but feel admiration towards him seeing the effort he put into their first date.

“He is surprisingly charming.” She smiled as the two finally took the last two seats at the table, digging into the food like the others. Minho couldn’t help but glance at her from time to time, his heart swelling with so much love watching her interact with his best friends. It was in that moment that he knew, she was the one.

She agreed to meet Minho for coffee a few days after they had run into each other. And now they sat across from each other in an awkward silence, much like the day four years ago when she broke up with him, leaving him more heartbroken than she ever knew. “Was there something you wanted to talk about, or did you just want to stare at me?” She chuckled, leaning forward to grab her drink, taking a sip, and placing it back on the table before leaning back in her chair.

She sat there comfortably; one leg crossed over the other, similar to the day she left him. He couldn’t help but think back to that day, staring at her as if she was going to disappear again. And in a way, she will. Because she doesn’t belong to him anymore. She won’t leave with him, their hands intertwined as they walk back to the house they share with seven crackheads. Instead, they will go their separate ways, and she will return to Hongjoong, the man she’s set to marry in less than a week.

“I just have some things to get off my chest. I feel like I’m suffocating, so I just really need you to listen right now.” She nodded, giving Minho her full attention. She’s always been good at that. Whenever Minho needed her, she was there with a listening ear and a shoulder to cry on. “If I’m honest with you, Y/N, I never wanted to break up with you.” The words didn’t necessarily take her by surprise; she was the one to put an end to their relationship, and even she didn’t want to do it.

Minho was her first love, that’s something she will never deny. He asked her out almost every day for a month until she agreed to what would be the worst date she’d ever go on. But Minho was handsome and he was charming. That worst date easily became one of her favourite memories, and it led to a whirlwind romance that lasted for years. If you had asked her four years ago, she would tell you Lee Minho was the man she was meant to marry. But life had other plans, and she met Kim Hongjoong.

“I still love you just as I did four years ago.” Now these words took her by surprise. She was sure someone as handsome as Minho would have easily moved on, much like she did. It took her some time, but Hongjoong was patient with her, knowing she left a love back home that she was trying to forget.

She was sure while she was falling in love with Hongjoong, Minho was falling in love with someone else as well. She was sure that while she was sharing new firsts, making new memories with someone new, he was as well. How had he not moved on in four years?

“Minho, I loved you once, I really did. But I love Hongjoong now, I’m sorry. But I know you, and I know that someone is going to come along and sweep you off your feet, and you’ll fall so far in love with them, you’ll look back on our love and realize it’s nothing compared to this new love.”

“You’re probably right.” The words he wanted to say, much like that day four years ago, burned in his throat, desperate to be heard, but he swallowed them down. He knew in his heart that he was always going to love her more than any other girl that will come along in the future.

“What do you see in your future?” She asked as they laid in bed, their legs intertwined under the covers, while she played with his fingers absentmindedly. He looked over at her with so much love and adoration; it’s a look girls wait a lifetime to receive.

“You.” He said softly, a smile spreading across his face as she looked up at him. “I see us getting married one day and getting a place of our own. I’d love to escape these idiots, but I’m sure they’ll be over all the time begging one of us to cook for them.” They shared a laugh at the accuracy his statement had. “I see us with a couple of kids that not only will Soonie, Doongie, and Dori adore, but so will the boys. We’d live out all of our dreams with each other. We’ll still argue, we’ll still have bad days, but the love and the good days will always outweigh the bad. I see us growing old together, spending the rest of our days together with a very large and chaotic, but very loving family.”

She stared up at him, her heart swelling with so much love, hoping that that’s the future the world holds for her. “I love you, Lee Minho.”

“I love you so much more, L/N Y/N.”

“Are you sure you want to go to her wedding?” Chan asked as they eight of them got dressed in the nicest suits they had, preparing to watch the love of Minho’s life walk down the aisle towards another man. When they pictured this day, it was different. They imagined Minho panicking, making sure everything was perfect. They imagined him practically bouncing off the walls in excitement at the very idea of marrying his high school sweetheart. They imagined they’d all be standing at the alter, watching Minho cry at how beautiful Y/N looked. Watching him cry as he shared his vows that they’re sure he’d written years ago.

But instead, they all got dressed in silence, waiting for Minho to break. They took two separate cars to the venue, walking in and finding a row of chairs reserved specifically for them; third row from the front. Minho saw her mom talking with who he assumed to be Hongjoong’s parents, all of them smiling as people walked up to congratulate them on their children’s marriage.

It was as extravagant as Minho pictured it would be, knowing she most likely planned this for months, and went a little bridezilla to make sure everything was perfect.

As the ceremony was about to start, Hongjoong and his groomsmen made their way to the alter, standing there and waiting for the bride to walk down the aisle. Chan reached over and held Minho’s hand, calming him down slightly as he held back his tears.

Then the music started and the doors opened. Everyone stood as she made her way down the aisle, her arm linked with her dad’s. And god did she look gorgeous. She was always gorgeous, but this was a different kind of gorgeous. The gown fit her like a glove, showing off all her beautiful curves. Minho couldn’t help but stare at her, his heart breaking all over again when she didn’t even meet his eyes, her gaze focused solely on Hongjoong who was shedding tears at how beautiful she was.

They went through the usual wedding procedures, making it harder for Minho to hold back his tears. He didn’t even notice that his friends weren’t even paying attention to the ceremony, and instead were looking at him, ready to take him away when they thought he had enough. But he was staring straight ahead, wondering how different things would have been if she never left for New York.

“If anyone opposes this marriage, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Minho went to stand, wanting so desperately to object this wedding, convince her that they are meant to be. But he recognized the pure love Hongjoong held in his eyes as he looked nowhere but her face. And he could see the lovesick smile on her face as she stared up at him. It was the same look she used to give him when they were together. And that’s when he knew that she had truly moved on; she really did love Hongjoong, and Hongjoong really loved her. Hongjoong loved her just as much as Minho did, if not more, and he could see that in his eyes.

So Minho stayed seated, his hands clasped in his lap, and a small smile on his face as the couple shared their first kiss as husband and wife. She will always be the one that got away, but he knows she’s in good hands. And so he lets her go. He loves her so much he lets her go.

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