#more about how she met her family l8r!

[flowerveil02]

Babes, I skipped a day yesterday, but I'm back in the game! (CW for scars: healed ftm top scars)

Day 2: WEREWOLF!

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I thought Zero fit this one! I just feel like they'd pick the same costume every year and just reuse it. Yes, the beard is itchy as hell. (Also, they get to show off their fresh top scars! <3 But do they get cold?)

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And now for...

Day 3: SKELETON!

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This is my OC, Mona! (She/They/Zi) You've probably heard about her in a few of my earlier posts! She's Adrienn and Ever's daughter, and Heather's sister. (Both of them were adopted after the postgame! I'll make a whole post on it in the future! <3)

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Here's both of them without the border:

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Hope y'all enjoyed Zero and Mona, and that concludes these entries for...

[studentlulu]

"Encanto" Song Post Regarding "Dos Oruguitas"

These r my thoughts regarding the song "Dos Oruguitas", just an opinion piece. As a forewarning, this post does mention family death, cancer, depression, and suicidal thoughts. If any of those r triggers 4 u, I would advise u 2 plz proceed with caution b4 reading.

When I heard "Dos Oruguitas" while watching "Encanto" in theaters with my family, I cried very hard. 😢😢😭 I honestly have no idea what the rest of my family was thinking while we were watching tho.

As I watched, I was thinking of my mother and my late father. He died when I was 17 of cancer. Watching the scene from Abuela's life when she was younger, when she was telling Mirabel that she thought she'd lead a different life and b a different woman, from her meeting Pedro 2 bcoming a mother, made me think of my own mom, and the life she probably thought she'd have.

My parents met as teenagers and got married in '93. Sadly, my dad got diagnosed with cancer later in his life and passed away. 😔 while my mother never regrets the time she spent with my father, nor does she feel she got the short end of the stick in life, I'm sure she imagined a different future with him when they got married. She probably thought she'd spend the rest of her life with him and they'd grow old 2gether.

Watching the scene where their village got invaded, then seeing Alma and Pedro being forced to leave their home and flee, made me emotional. I couldn't help but think of my parents l8r in life after my father's terminal illness got worse. They probably thought of the life they'd had so far 2gether, and the one they'd wish they'd get, but would never b able 2 have. Similar 2 how Alma and Pedro thought about the life they'd build, only 2 have 2 throw that dream away. While my mother never regretted spending her life with my father, she probably wishes she got more time with him b4 he died.

Watching Alma grieve after losing her husband was a gut punch 4 me. I cried so hard bcuz I thought of how depressed my mom must've felt after my dad died. 😭😭She probably was lost, wondering how she'd go on after losing her soulmate. How do I carry on? How am I supposed 2 take care of my family w/out my other half? Can I ever open my heart 2 love again? I l8r learned that at her lowest point after my father's death, she srsly considered ending her life or not going on. What prevented her from doing that was her own two kids. Remembering that she had two children that still needed her pulled her out of her depressive state.

When I later found out that "Dos Oruguitas" was a song about two caterpillars that go into life 2gether, that want 2 stay 2gether, but r afraid of change, I compared it 2 my own parents. How they faced life 2gether and expected 2 b able 2 stay 2gether; that no matter what curveball life threw at them, they'd b able 2 face it 2gether as long as they had each other, but how they never saw this curveball coming. How r u expected 2 deal with the adversary of not having a partner 2 help u deal w/life's adversaries?

Dealing with the challenge of losing my father w/out him around 2 help us thru it was probably the biggest challenge my family had 2 deal with at that point in our lives. We struggled a bit, I will admit it wasn't easy. I remember we got upset with each other over simple things like not telling each other about our schedules, but we managed. The new normal would no longer b the same w/out my father around, but we learned that we r capable of going thru adversity and change while weathering the storm. That we r capable of picking ourselves up after tragedy. And that's y "Dos Oruguitas" is my favorite song from "Encanto". Not only did it allow me 2 feel all these emotions, but it also allowed me 2 acknowledge my grief over the death of my father, while realizing that I am capable of going thru difficult change and coming out a stronger person

[brattywriters-anonymous]

A Rose in Harlem

Chapter two.

Oc x Erik story

Based on Teyana Taylor’s VII & KTSE

Warnings: Cursing, physical contact, feels!

Winter, 2013.

Syd cursed out as she felt the stinging pain of her broken and bloodied nail. Erik tried to grab her right arm, not even phased by the dark red bruise forming on his left cheek. Syd pulled her arm back and yelled, “Get off of me!” Erik pressed backward, throwing his hands up. Myles saw the disaster on Syd’s right index finger. “Oh, baby, That nail gotta come off!” He grabbed a fresh bottle of Dasani, poured the water on top of her finger. Diluted blood streamed down the concrete. “It hurts so bad! MM MM.” Syd shook her head over and over.

Erik approached her again, with napkins and a first aid kit. Before she could protest his presence, he grabbed her right hand, placing her index finger into the napkin. “Hey, Syeda. I am so sorry.” At first glance, she paid attention to his chest and the necklaces that were on display. He had a linked chain with a silver ring attached to it, and another smaller chain with the letter “N” on it. Then a sudden stinging sensation hit her injured finger. He put peroxide on it, to sterilize it. “That’s what you wanted to apologize for?” She yelped out in pain. She looked back up at his lips as they formed a wide smile. “Well, for that too. And for being too forward. I’m from Oakland baby, we state what we want. Closed mouths don’t get fed.” He wrapped her finger in the Band Aid, and kissed the uncovered part as he winked at her. She couldn’t deny what her body was doing in reaction to the care that he took for her in those few moments. In the December brisky yet-sunny weather, Syeda was feeling rather--hot. She briefly exhaled as he surrendered her hand.

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After a successful meeting went completely south at the end, Syd retreated to her favorite local Coffee Shop. Harlem Coffee Co. She gotten Chai tea and a croissant. She needed to calm her nerves so after her 30 second encounter with “Erik” or whoever he is, “N!” She scoffed aloud before opening her macbook. She began to shuffle through photos that she took on her own, with a few models that were current students at her Alma mater, Columbia University, out to Highbridge for the official first shoot for UPTXWN. She wanted to represent not only Harlem, but all of uptown. Where it’s been, where it is, and where it’s going.So she did the first shoot on the High Bridge. She grabbed her Canon Rebel T5i that she bought herself for her birthday, and took some sunrise shots at 6 am on an early July morning. She really took the photos, and uploaded them to her laptop. She was too preoccupied with her showrunning position for fall fashion week that she didn’t even take the time out to edit them. They sat in her Macbook for over 5 months and it was about time that she started editing. Simultaneously, she was texting Myles informing him that the next shoots would be in Sugar Hill and Marcus Garvey Park and to blast the text and email out of a 10:00 am call time for the Following Wednesday and Thursday.

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MYles🧡💁🏾‍♂️✨

Are you okay? I know you broke that nail pretty bad.

Yeah. 😩It hurts, but I’m good.

Alright. I’m sending the texts out now, emails will be out by tonight, l8r.✌🏾

Syd took a sip of her tea she saw a name pop up on her laptop, coming from a contact, “Sin”

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Sin

Syd, it’s Yasin. The plumber. I know you said you’ll let me know if you’re free for a late lunch. You free now?

Syd read over each word then she saw three dots pop up at the bottom of the screen.

Sin

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Turn around👀

Syd’s face turned into one of confusion. She made a 180 to see Yasin sitting on a table in the corner of the shop. She smiled as he motioned her over to him. She retrieved her belongings and walked over to the booth. “I was just about to ask you to meet me at my favorite coffee shop, and here you are. Girl, you must be an angel or somethin’.” Yasin drew across the table to her direction, he motioned out to her right hand and saw the Band Aid. “What happened Syd? You okay?” She brushed it off. “Yeah it’s fine, this guy was being a complete asshole so I socked his ass.” Yasin’s eyes fanned completely opened when she told him what happened. “Oh, so you fight guys out here?” He sat back in his chair. She reached out for his hand and honestly stated, “Only if I have to.” and smiled. Yasin side eyed Syeda, trying to get a read on her. She came off so mysterious. As old vinyl records of 90s and early 2000s music sprawled out on the living room area floor of her apartment ran across his mind, he grabbed her hand and asked, “So what you about, Syd?”

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Yasin and Syd spent the next 3 hours discussing education, Islam, politics, and polyamory. Sin let Syd know that just because his mother allowed it and his father participated, doesn’t means that it was what he wanted out of life. “I’m 27 years old, it’s time that I find the right woman to build a family with. To live the life that Allah gifted to us.” Syd was about to be 25 her next birthday in two months. She let Sin know that even though she understood the overall benefit of having a 3 or more person income household, she wanted something that was exclusively hers. “I share my creativity with the world. I share my image to the world. I don’t want to share my love to the world too. I want something sacred.” Yasin nodded as he paused and took a look at his watch. “Oh shit. Ma, you lucky I got finished with all of my clients before I got here, I would’ve been late to all of em by now. It’s 6 pm.” Syd scanned over to the top right corner of her Macbook 6:30 pm. She’d only gotten half of the pictures done, so it looked like she was going to be pulling another all nighter. “Oh, I’m Sorry.” She started packing up her things and getting up. “I have to finish this anyway. So I’m gonna go back home.” Yasin stood with her and assisted her out of the booth. They walked out to a beautiful orange sunset, almost complete. Syd’s hair blew along with the wind again. As she swept the hair out of her face, Yasin reached his arms out and pulled her in slowly. “I had fun today Syd. To think, we met earlier this morning to you cussing me out.” Syd playfully nudge his shoulder. “Yeah, you were late. Which in turn, made me late for my business meeting.” “Let me make it up to you.” She tried to back away but his grip trumped her attempts. “How?” She raised an eyebrow. “Let me take you out tomorrow night. My homie is having a block party up Washington Heights. You wanna slide through?” Sin looked her in her eyes, she couldn’t evade his staring. Syd responded by slightly pecking him on the lips. “Sure.”

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Syeda wrestled with her keys, finding the door key to let her into the building of 63 Morningside Avenue. She finally unlocked the hallway door, she sat at the bottom of the stairs to take off her extended high heels. She overheard Ziggy talking to Erik, “Yo I don’t know what you were thinking earlier, man. Syd don’t play.” She smiled when Zig made the infamous statement. She scurried up the steps and tried to silently unlock her door. CLINK! Her keys fell to the ground and all chatting stopped across the hall. The door opened. “Syd.” Her name sounded like honey coming from Erik’s lips. She slightly closed her eyes to it. She turned to face Apartment 2B. “N.” “N?” Erik was puzzled. She pointed at her own neck. “Your necklace.” He looked down and jumped. “Oh. Yeah. My father’s side of the family is from Africa. My African name is N’Jadaka. Zig is my cousin on my mom’s side.” he pointed over to 2B.

Syd looked stunned, shocked. “Oh, I’m sorry. I just figured you were lying about--” “About what? My name?” he chuckled. “Nah lil mama. Besides, I don’t think I could lie to you even if I wanted to.” She exhaled. It was light but still heavy enough for Erik to hear. She took a step backward into her apartment but as soon as she hit the closed door, she yelped. “OUCH!” She held her right hand with her left, dropping her heels. Erik immediately stepped in and grabbed her shoes. “Here, let me help you out.” He turned the key and opened the door. Syd turned the light on in the foyer area. “Thank you, N’Jadaka.” She repeated his name in a smooth manner that was pleasing to his ears. “You’re welcome, mooie bloem.” Syd perked up when she heard the familiar dutch nickname that Mr. V gave her. “Yeah, when you bumped into me, I stood by the stairwell..in shock I guess.” He laughed and continued, “I heard him call you beautiful flower in his language. I’m intrigued. Why?” Syd closed the door behind her and locked it, figuring that he was staying for a while, because he walked further into the studio, by her couch.

She placed her keys on the hanger beside the door, shimmied her bubble coat off, placing it on a misplaced dining room chair. “My middle name. It’s Mariposa. The cuban national flower. My mom was Cuban and African American. Afro latina. She was born in Cuba. Her and her family moved to Philadelphia when she was 8. Her father converted to Islam, her and the rest of the family soon followed. She met my dad, He’s also Afro Latino. They had me, Syeda Mariposa Diaz.”

Erik marveled at her story, appreciated that she knew her ancestry. “You have a beautiful name. So your mom honored her Cuban background and gave you an Islamic name?” He finally took a seat, awaiting her response. She nodded and sat next to him, “Yup. That was the idea.” He reached for her right hand, “May I?” She hesitated, then gave in, “Don’t break any of my other nails! They charge for fixing broken nails!” Syd looked Erik in his eyes, smiling. He grasped her hand and kissed it with the same tenderness as he did earlier and finally spoke, “Never.” She blinked a couple times to get herself out of the trance she found herself in after his lips left her hand, she actually had to look away from him as he removed the Band Aid from her finger.

“I heard your right hand man, he said you have to remove the nail. You haven’t done that yet.” He held her finger closer to her overhead lamp so he could further investigate. “Hell no! It hurts. I was going to go to the nail shop to get it removed.” “For what? So they can charge you for something you could’ve done? Nah. I gotchu.” He quickly stepped out of her studio. She shot up and began to panic a bit.

Oh my gosh! Syd, what are you doing?! You just letting this man take care of you like some damsel… Even though he is the reason why you’re hurt.---He Looks so damn GOOD though. Damn. He can’t be in here for too long!

Syd attempted to press the power button on her phone but it didn’t turn on. Signaling that it died. “Shit.” She mumbled. She shuffled around the back end of the studio where her bed and nightstand were. She reached over the opposite side of her bed, closest to her window, for her charger. She heard a laugh and turned over in fear. “Damn. My apologies Syd. It’s just me. I needed my first aid kit. You got tweezers right?” She pulled herself off of her queen sized mattress and retrieved her manicure kit from her bathroom. “In here.”

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“AHHHH!” Syd exclaimed as Erik used the tweezers to pull the remaining acrylic off of Syd’s bleeding finger. “There. The bleeding should definitely stop after this.” He sprayed the alcohol on a cotton swab and patted on her nail bed. She squealed in shock as he wrapped a new Band Aid on her patched up digit. She took her hand back, relieved that the pain is subsiding. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.” “You’re welcome. No sweat. I was in the Navy. I helped out injured people all the time. I’m used to it.” Erik spat out as he returned the manicure kit back in the bathroom, washing his hands. Once he dried them he clapped them together, and cut the light off. “Okay beautiful. Don’t go slapping other niggas upside the head. I gotta bounce.” Syd followed his trail to her front door, “Bye Erik. Thank you again.”

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[cannolicas]

Secret relationship with Jungkook

♡ The Love started when you were young

♡ like realy young

♡ highschool young

♡ you were 15 and so was he when you 'met'-and by met I mean he just stared at you shyly for months bc he was angstious

♡he was a new trainee, and girls were flocking to him and he, being shy, hated this new popularity. He just wanted to be a quiet nerd, with a beautiful geeky girlfriend in fact he fantasized about the quiet life he wished the two of you had.

♡you were a new student in his highschool. Aperently you dad was some businessman who moved your family to Seoul for work, after you grew up in England, Rome, France and Singapore.

♡you were v shy.

♡ just like him- the him he liked and felt like home.

♡you had a cute lil stutter and blushed a lot, and he was obsessed (in a non creepy way)

♡he would just daze off lovingly and smile at every little thing you did.

♡so he was just so drawn to you

♡ you, little ole you, sitting with your head in a book drinking little sips of your aloe, taping your clean nails against the table, trying to keep to yourself so the queenkas wouldn't pick on you again.

♡he thinks your super pretty.

♡and of corse you think he’s handsome I mean he’s beautiful

♡He was so angstious he asked makeup noonas for help, like how do I talk to a girl anbunch of 19 year old boys raised me ahhhim scared.

♡he would just come up to you on a rainy day when a lot of kids didn't come in- less fear that day.

♡maybe 10 other people in the normally 100 person cafeteria. Rich kids don't come on in the rain.

♡"Hey" "o-oh H-Hey"

♡ "can I sit here?"

♡ "O-oh Sorry I'll move"

♡"no I ment with you"

♡"o-oh"

♡and boom, he fell hard in love, and you hated were scared to admit that you did to.

♡his first love and is last.

♡ after a few months of sitting, staring, and asking the time/date/your ringsize and how you like ya eggs in the morning after the good good he confessed.

♡but see, he was about to debut as an idol at that time.

♡you all ready knew how hard it was for him to do this, he called you his only escape a million times

♡ you decided to date in secret, or Just keep doing what you were doing. You grounded him, kept him sane.

♡it was hard, but here you were, blood sweat and 2 years later and he was admiting to his members.

♡ "hyungs theres a girl. I-I love her"

♡they were sceptical ofcorse.

♡ like who the fuck is this gold diggin hoe after out Kookie. They thought any girl the makane would be home would be a bitchy mrs popular, and only after fame.

♡’there just after your fame, jeonguk’ hoseok said softly, not to upset the baby.

♡”no hyung she’s different-she's Y/N, you don't get her"

♡but then they met you and they got it.

♡you were v sweet and v shy and v cute

♡Kookie met the only person ever shyer then him. To the boys they were like ¿?¿wow?¿? clone much?¿?

♡ you literally used him as a human shield, and bowed while formally addressing the members. Always using honorifics and it was so funny to them bc you were like when they first met kookie.

♡"oh my fucking god these dorks"- yoongi

♡like Namjoon was shook after watching you two talk in Jungkooks room, which you thought was private. After he was like this girl realy loves Jungkook

♡ you had a heavy stutter and hugged Jungkook in a clingy koala way when you talked to him, looking up at him, deep in his eyes, as he played with your hair.

♡and it made Kookie gush like ahhh my baby's so cute.

♡you were the only person ever who saw him as big and strong, and he ate that sit up. Ｌｏｖｅｄ it

♡ "I-I don think they like me, jeo-kookie" you said, with a few tears.

♡a-and I know how much you love them like brothers and I don’t want to devide you all”

♡"why? What's not to like? It's you Jagi"

♡ "I-i don't think they think I'm good enough. Their right your so handsome Jungkook you could get a queenka if you wanted but your wit-"

♡he kisses you and shuts you up.

♡ "I love you. And I'm with you because I want you, only you. They don't love me for me, but you do, baby. I'll be by your side forever" "promise?" "I'll die on that promise. Your my life"

♡ you hugged him and he smiled. "They'll come around to you. Your the best. I know that will"

♡'ok boys she's good enough'-Namjoon

♡ you almost broke up once, tho

♡you did it to protct him, his image, his brand and his fandom. Gf= bad

♡he didn’t like the idea and neither did you, but you insisted even though it hurt like a knife to the heart. It was so fucking hard on you. You didn't leaves your bed, just crying for 2 days.

♡ but two days later he want having it. He herd about your state from your sister and he wa steady to kill the jerk who hurt you so... himself?

♡never gonna give u up

♡it was like a movie, crying in the rain and hungrily kissing. "I love you your never leaving me again"

♡ that night you got back together you shared your first time in a hotel room

♡yes it was very romantic and sweet and emotional and the aftercare was on point and you just cuddled him as he whispered in your ear about your future for hours and it was so wpsweet hou criend and it was just beautiful.

♡ next day Jungkook had they glowy 'I just got fucked' look

♡they were on set for a mv, And as grown ass men they know that look.- the 'I just got fucked look'

♡’yall finaly fucked?’-Hoseok

♡’no hyung we made love’

♡ and your were a little bit more confident after that

♡meaning that now you too, believed in your love and would fight for it! This was it!!!

♡ so you did.

♡ flash forward to age 20

♡blood sweet, and 5 years later (lol).

♡ management just found out about you

♡in a realyyyyyy bad way

♡ you got stabbed by a saesang in a grocery store when you kissed Jungkook as he petted your tummy affectionately.

♡ but it's even worse-don't tell anyone it's a secret- Shh your 9 weeks along

♡yEs I mEaN pReGgErS

♡ Jungkook called management crying

♡he spilled all about y'all (except the baby thing)

♡like ‘I might loose everything hyung' (exact words to Namjoon later)

♡ and of corse they handled international police on the crazy bitch for him while making arrangements for the best suite in the hospital.

♡ considering how Namjoon flies into bangs office yelling about how great you are you were now family to big hit.

♡all 6 boys vouged for you as family

♡ VVVIP epward secured for ya post op- aka after surgery

♡3 longggg (6 hours plus, like 20 hours of surgery) surgeries.

♡ Jungkook was a mess.

♡first two were the riskiest. And he cried for hours.

♡ spent that time explaining the relationship to management, from high school to now(minus the secret baby)

♡ they rolled you back into the room and Jungkook went crazy.

♡ hugged you, petted your tummy, said how much he loved you, and you two just talked, and cried, and snuggled and cried and called his mom and he told stupid jokes and you just giggled until you saw management

♡then y'all panicked- it was jumping but the. A nurse came in.

♡ "don't worry, Mr.Jeon, as we just told mrs. Y/L/N, your baby is perfectly fine, and they affected. Perfect as new"

♡as blessed as the new father felt he was a little worked abput something else.

♡’Well hyung Y/Ns tired you should leave’

♡ haha to late- you've herd of anger management, but what about 'angry management ™️''?

♡ JeOn JuNgKoOk whAt Do YoU mEaN pReGnAnT?!? NoT iN mY lObBy

♡"we will discuss this later, Jungkook. Just take care of your familly for now, they've been through a lot today' (*breaks door handle from squeezing anger ly and has,little baby stress stroke*)

♡ calm now, but rip Jungkook l8r tho

♡happily ever after

[beebomeebo]

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Type: fluff

Request// “do you do anything besides smut? if so, can you do a fluff about a girl who's really depressed because her dad and stepmom are total assholes and brenny walks in on her relapsing and everything is all cute and cuddly bc they cry together and i need to be in a fucking relationship when that happens oml”

(A/N) Ahahahahahah sorry guys for being dead for so long, it has NOT been the best year for me but I'm dedicated to get more stuff done and get my shit together. & omg guys, thank you so much for 400 followers!! I’m sitting here in bed at 3:56 in the morning almost crying because I didn’t think my writing was that likable. Anyways, have a dribble drabble

Warnings: sneaky Bren, crying, the tiniest bit of angst, self-doubt, back talking, slight physical fight as well as verbal, cursing, :) fluffy Bren (: , !!no smut!! 

Pairing: Brendon Urie x Reader

Word Count: 2.2K

 I finally arrive home after a very long day at school. As I walk through my front door I slightly lower my shoulder so my backpack can slide off and heavily meet the wood floor. I throw my hair into a messy ponytail before slugging myself over to the couch. All I wanted at this moment was a nice nap.

I cross into the main hallway and into the living room. Not even bothering to walk around the couch I flip over from the back of it. Landing face down, the fluffy cushions mold to my body as I reach for a throw pillow to place my head on. Right as I close my eyes I feel my phone vibrate in my back pocket. I groan quietly to myself as I dig it out. Keeping my half my face buried into the pillow I bring the screen to my face to read the text message.

 Brendon :)

Hey, how did school go?

 Too tired to write a real response I type:

 Stupid. Gonna sleep, txt u l8r

 I then toss my phone onto the coffee table and melt into the warm couch cushions.

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“Y/N! Y/N!”

I’m abruptly yanked out of my dream. My vision goes from black to hazy to a blur. And as my eyes adjust to my surroundings I feel a soft object collide with my face.

“Y/N! Wake up right now!” I turn to realize that my bitch of a stepmother, Sara, had thrown a pillow at me. “I specifically told you to clean the bathroom and the kitchen when you got home. And what have you been doing for the past two hours?”

I peel myself from the couch and glance over at the clock to notice, indeed, that two hours have passed. “Uh, sleeping?”

Obviously very pissed, Sara mumbles between her teeth, “Worthless child.”

“I’m sorry, what?” I retaliate.

“I said, ‘worthless child.’” She replies, this time slightly louder. “All you do around here is eat our food and sleep. You never do chores, you never do anything for this family.”

“What the fuck do you mean I don’t do anything? I literally just gave your dumbass dog a bath.”

“Do not use that language with me.”

“Or what, Sara? Or fucking what?” My blood begins to boil as Sara’s face turns with anger. With my adrenaline up, I quickly stand to face Sara. I was a good five inches taller so I wasn’t really scared of her. Just as I was about to turn around to retire to my bedroom Sara quickly raises her hand and strikes it across my cheek. I stumble slightly but quickly regain my balance. Now beyond pissed, I shove Sara into the kitchen counter behind her and her back collides with the marble. She falls to the ground clutching her back.

She picks her head up and looks up at me. “Go live with your fucking mother.”

“Fuck you.” I spat and then stormed into my room, making sure to grab my phone from the coffee table.

As I was leaving, Sara shouted, “Nobody loves you, you ungrateful brat.”

I shoved earphones into my head and turned the volume as high as it can go. Then I just lay there in my bed, looking up at my ceiling. My vision becomes blurry as droplets of water develop in my eyes and then disappear down my face as I blink them away. Soon, I can only see blurry before I completely shut my eyes and just weep. A small puddle forms on my pillow where my tears have landed. I try to lose myself in the loud songs that played through my headphones but I couldn’t help replay those words: “Nobody loves you.” It was as if my head was a broken stereo and those words were the only songs that would play.

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I stopped crying about twenty minutes ago and now was blankly staring up at my ceiling, imagining what it would be like if my dad never met Sara.

A whole lot better. I thought to myself.

After a few minutes of creating my perfect life with just my dad- one where he never went to that bar and met Sara- I hear a muffled tapping noise through my blaring music. I quickly sit up to see if it was my dad coming in to yell at me. But my door remained closed and unmoved. Shrugging it off as just my imagination I lay back down but here it again. I jerk myself upright and this time I lower my music volume and take an earbud out.

“Yes?” I say quietly. No response. Then, the tapping noise starts up again, this time a bit louder and aggressive. It catches my attention that the sound was coming from my window. Tap tap tap. Unaware of what was waiting for me on the other side of the glass, I grab my softball bat that I kept in the corner of my room. As I slowly creep toward my purple curtains a faint silhouette starts to appear; as I step closer and closer the figure becomes taller and taller. Fear surges through me like lightning as I become only inches away from the sheer that masked the figure. Tap tap tap. I close my eyes, take the deepest breath my lungs can receive, and gather every ounce of courage that I have. Swiftly unmasking the window, I raise my weapon in anticipation of an attack. The figure becomes recognizable from the tall, dark hair to the sharp line of their jaw. I pause in space as my mind races to attach a name to the face.

“Brendon.” I breathe with relief mixed with surprise.

“Y/N, let me in! And why are you wielding a bat?” The boy says through the glass.

“What are you doing here?” I asked hushed so Sara wouldn’t hear me. Setting the bat against the wall I unlock the window and lift the glass so Brendon can crawl through.

“You weren’t answering my calls and texts and I got worried.” He says to my back as I close the window and pull the curtains over to cover it. I sigh in response.

“I just haven’t been in the mood to talk to anyone,” I say turning around to meet him.

Brendon’s face shifts from soft to concern as his eyebrows furrow and his puffed lips gap open. His stocky fingers gently graze the side of my face that had previously made contact with Sara’s palm. My eyes darted to his shoes. He wore his favorite worn sneakers and I noticed there was still dirt on them from waiting outside the window.

“Don’t tell my Sara did this.” His voice was stern yet soft.

I stayed silent, scared that if I speak my words will catch in the back of my throat. I clench my jaw to pull back tears that were forming.

Brendon cloaks me with his arms as I’m pulled into his chest. My arms wrap around his torso and hold tightly onto him. We stand there for a moment in perfect silence.

“What did Ms. Skank do this time?” Brendon asks gently pulling away from me and pulling me toward the bed to sit down.

I sat on my cross leg next to him as I relive the entire scene, making sure to tell Brendon every moment I could recall.

“’Go live with your mother?’ What kind of person says that type of thing?” He asks with disbelief.

I shrug, staring at my wood floor. “She knew it would hurt me. That’s why she said it.” I feel the similar adrenaline kick as my heart picks up speed. My jaw clenches, my fists close tightly, and my body stiffens as I reply every moment that Sara has made me feel worthless and stupid. Then I think of my mom, how gentle she would be, how understanding. My muscles soften at the memories of her.

Noticing my change in mood, Brendon squeezes my hand and pulls me to his chest. I rest my head on his shoulder and he rubs my arm.

“I miss her so much.” I finally whisper, teardrops hitting Brendon’s leg.

“I know, I know.” He hushes, gently placing a kiss in my hair.

I break away from him. “You know, if I hadn’t gone to that party this never would have happened.” I choked.

“Y/N, don’t blame yourself. This is not your fault.” Brendon’s puppy dog eyes scan my face and I notice that a thin film of water was developing on his bottom lash line.

I break away from his eye contact and lower my head to hide my face. “Sometimes I wish I was with her. Forever.”

Stumbling on his words Brendon chokes, “Please don’t ever say that, Y/N. I need you. You’re the only thing that’s real in this shit hole of a town. If you left I don’t know what I would do.”

I finally gather the strength to look up at Brendon; his eyes were bloodshot and puffy, there were small rivers running down his face and his bottom lip quivered. I crash into his chest and let all my emotions go. All the pain and hurt that I’ve been bottling up pours out of like a waterfall as I clutch onto Brendon. He began sobbing along with me. In that moment, we were both vulnerable. Yet, together, we were strong.

After what felt like ages, the sobbing calms and we’re both just left holding each other. I break away to wipe my smeared makeup off my face but Brendon beats me to it. “I’m sorry for being such an ugly crier,” I whisper into his hand.

“Join the club.” He chuckles and I catch a glimpse of the hairpin curl of his smile.

I smile weakly at his joke.

“Why don’t we get you cleaned up and watch some movies, huh?” He raises and offers his hand.

I nod and accept his hand in mine as he leads me to my bathroom. I blankly stare into my mirror as Brendon turns on the shower. My body feels numb and exhausted from crying and all I can do is stare at my reflection. Noticing my lack of movement Brendon wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. I hold his strong arms. We make eye contact through the reflection and I become lost in his deep brown eyes.

“You know, you’re the most beautiful girl at school.” He speaks to me. “I was so nervous to speak to you last year. And when you said yes to going on that date- after like, five attempts- I was beyond excited. You make me feel like a kid in a candy shop.” His cheesy words force my cheeks to redden and I try to muffle my laughter. “And you taste just as sweet.” He winks and smiles at his own humor.

I roll my eyes and break away from his grip. “Ok. It’s time for you to leave.” I laugh as I playfully shove him out of the bathroom.

“The way you scream my name is so sexy!” He says quickly before I close the door on him.

“Shut up!” I yell through the door. Once in peace, I grin like an idiot. Stripping my clothes off my body I feel the water and once naked, I step into the steaming chamber. Every muscle relaxes as I lose myself in the water.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

I turn off the shower and step onto my bathmat. The yarn bristles tickle the space in between my toes. I reach for my towel and wrap it around my wet body. Opening the door, I notice Brendon sitting on my bed flipping through Netflix. His attention switches to me.

“Feel better?” He smiles.

“A little,” I answer making my way to my closet.

“Oh, I already got your PJs ready.” He lifts a pile of fabric that was at his side. I smile and take the clothing from him.

We stare at each other for a moment before he gets the idea and turns his back to me. I face my back to him as I let the towel drop to my feet. And quickly slip on the warm, soft fabric. I turn around to a smiling Brendon.

“Were you watching the entire time?” I laugh, chucking the towel at his head, landing on his head and drapes over his face.

“Maybe.” He sings through the towel. “You’re just so sexy.” He chuckles, removing the towel from his face.

I roll my eyes while I take my place next to him. “So, what are we watching?”

“Well, I was thinking either Finding Dory or Minions.” He showcases the most childlike grin.

“Really?” I say sarcastically, “Kid movies?”

“Finding Dory it is!” He pecks my cheek and clicks on the movie title. I roll my eyes as he pulls me to his chest. Shuffling my body, I adjust to cuddle up to him. My arm drapes perfectly around his torso and I feel the steady movements of his breathing. Brendon nestles his face against my hair, planting a kiss on it. “You know I love you, right?”

“Shut up and watch the movie.” I tease.

“Well fuck you, too, then.”

[wonizm]

Cool & Cute pt.1

type: FLUFF

pairing: Minghao x Reader; side Meanie

synopsis: You somehow end up on a double date with your best friend, his boyfriend, and someone new. That someone is so adorable save carats’ hearts

words: 3595

a/n: Sorry for any mistakes, this is my first try at writing something! Also, I’m not sure how the format for texting should be so I hope it didn’t seem awkward or they texted for too long! I’ll be writing mostly reader and member scenarios here and then I’ll probably be doing some other work with member x member ships on AO3 (my account name is the same as my url here)! Thanks for reading!

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Your alarm goes off at 6:00 in the morning. You get up, eat breakfast and then pick out an outfit for another day at school, deciding on a pair of dark jeans, a simple top, and a jacket to keep you warm. Just as you’re gathering your stuff and leaving the house to meet Wonwoo and walk to Pledis High, you realize something. It’s Saturday. You groan and quickly retreat back into the warmth of your home. 

“Ugh, how could I forget to turn off that stupid alarm again?” You look down at your purring cat, glad that you have someone to complain to. She snuggles into your side and you take that as a hint that it’s time to cuddle. So you scoop her up and take her back up into your bedroom and your pile of blankets on your bed. 

No one else is home (your parents work on Saturdays), so it’s just you and Mochi. Said cat has decided that it’s actually not time to cuddle, but time to play around in your sheets. As you watch her in amusement you decide that you should probably start making plans for the day; so you text your best friend to see what he’ll be doing today. You’ve known him forever. So you know that by now he should probably be awake and reading in bed before going down for breakfast. 

to: jeonuwonu

-hey what’s up my bro

from: jeonuwonu

-why r u up so early 

to: jeonuwonu

-…I did it again

from: jeonuwonu

-HAHA R U SRS 

-ur so dumb haha

to: jeonuwonu

-why r u so mean

-i just wanted to hang out with you

-you don’t need to be a meanie

-lots of people forget to turn off their alarms

from: jeonuwonu

-yeah, but most people haven’t done it 12 times

to: jeonuwonu

-UR COUNTING ????

from: jeonuwonu 

-ofc i am.

-anywayyy I actually have plans for us today so get dressed and look pretty.

-I’ll swing by your house with Gyu after lunch okay

to: jeonuwonu

-okay fine but I hope you guys aren’t too mushy and couple-y today ):

from: jeonuwonu

-it’s not my fault that ur sad and alone 

to: jeonuwonu

- )):

from: jeonuwonu

-yeah, i know

-too far

-sorry

-say hi to Mochi for me okay 

-L8rs

“Hey Mochi, Wonwoo says hi.” The cat doesn’t seem to understand what you’re saying as she just looks up at you curiously. You question why you told her in the first place. 

SInce you’ve got time to kill you pull out your computer and scroll through tumblr. Your friend Hansol must be on tumblr too because he reblogged some of the memes you found. You should’ve known not to log on because before you know it, it’s time for lunch. 

“Okay sweetie, I’m going to go eat and get ready now, so I’m gonna need you to get off of me for a little,” you tell the small animal on your lap, who’s starting to fall asleep after playing too much. She purrs and stretches herself out on you as a way to tell you she doesn’t plan on moving. With a sigh, you scoop up the reluctant kitty and place her gently onto the bed. She seems upset but soon calms down and falls back asleep. 

You head downstairs and make yourself a quick lunch. After eating more than you intended to, you head back upstairs. This time instead of packing for school, you’re getting things ready for going out. Just as you are done getting ready, you hear your phone chime.

from: jeonuwonu

-hey we r outside come now

-pls

Instead of replying, you just put on your shoes and head outside. In your driveway is a brand new car that you know isn’t Wonwoo’s. You would’ve seen a new car in his driveway down the street if it was his. So you conclude that it must be Mingyu’s since his parents are loaded and he got his license recently. As you open the door to the backseat, your guess was confirmed as Mingyu is smiling at you from the driver’s seat.

“Whoa this car is so nice Gyu!”

“Thanks y/n! It’s my new baby!”

“I thought I was your baby,” Wonwoo pouts.

“You are my baby, now I have two babies.”

“Okay, gross. Alright, where are we going today, my friends?”

“It’s a surprise, y/n, and I thought I told you to dress nicely,” Wonwoo teases. 

You look down at the outfit that was originally chosen for a day at school. It does look kind of simple now that you look at it again. Noticing that you didn’t reply, Wonwoo looks back at you and smiles. He starts laughing at you and MIngyu joins in.

“You know I’m kidding right,” he says in between laughing at your embarrassed expression, “Come on y/n you look great.”

“Well, how was I supposed to know if I was dressed appropriately if you two won’t tell me where I’m going!”

“Okay y/n we get that you’re embarrassed but you don’t need to take it out on us.”

You pout and buckle your seatbelt as Mingyu finally pulls out of your driveway. After about a twenty minute drive Wonwoo tells you to close your eyes as you are getting closer to the surprise destination. When it’s time to reveal where you will be spending the rest of the day, he finally tells you to open them.

“Surprise!”

At first, you just see Wonwoo smiling and waiting for your reaction and Mingyu recording you with his phone. Then you look up behind them and gasp.

“I didn’t know they opened this place up again!”

“They actually didn’t open yet, Mingyu has connections,” Wonwoo states while looking up at Mingyu lovingly. You think to yourself how cute they are as a couple and feel only a tiny bit of envy for their adorable relationship. 

Your attention returns to looking back at the giant ice skating rink that has finally returned back to your town. This was the place where you first met Wonwoo and became best friends 8 years ago. You were nine years old and he was ten. That was the year that Wonwoo had moved here. You’re parents had brought you to this outdoor rink ever since you could walk. You can see little Wonwoo trying to teach himself to skate. You remember the laughter that you both shared when you later volunteered yourself to show him how to skate and he pulled you down with him as he fell.

“Why did they close again?”

“This rink is owned by a Chinese company that decided that it was better for their company if they closed all of their rinks that weren’t in China. But recently, the CEO has decided to let her son start making some of the bigger decisions. He chose to open up this rink because it was their biggest source of income, outside of China, 8 years ago and he believes that this will become an even better one in the future if they do it right,” Mingyu explains.

“Mingyu knows all of this because the CEO of this company is actually really good friends with his parents. This is why the son of that CEO is actually MIngyu’s bestfriend,” Wonwoo adds.

This makes sense as Mingyu had just moved here from China two years ago. Although he was had no chinese blood in him, he spoke korean and chinese since his family lived in China for most of his life. You vaguely remember him saying something about his family’s huge Chinese branch of their company once.

“Yeah, so Minghao came here to make sure the re-opening is going to go smoothly but also to visit me. He should be here soon to let us in and meet you two,” Mingyu says while checking his phone. 

“Wow thanks so much for setting this up guys! Ohmygosh this is going to be so great!”

“You sound really excited! I’m glad that I can make this happen for you,” says a sweet voice behind you. You turn around and, not unlike earlier when you saw the rink, you gasp again. This time you have to cover your face in embarrassment because in front you stands the most perfect person you’ve ever seen. He had the most adorable pink and blue hair ever and his nose was so perfect it made you want to cry. He wore an outfit pretty similar to yours; dark jeans and a simple blue shirt with a jacket over it. You’ve never seen anyone so stunning. Just as you started taking in his height, you noticed he was only about five centimeters shorter than Wonwoo, you feel said friend poke you in your side.

“Stop staring,” he whispers. You snap out of your trance and realize how awkward that must have been for Minghao, but when you look up he seems to be going through a very similar situation to yours. Mingyu was laughing at you both after having stopped Minghao from staring at you too. After the awkward moment is over, Mingyu decides to make the formal introductions.

“So! Minghao, this is my boyfriend Wonwoo and his bestfriend, y/n! Y/n, Wonwoo, this is my bestfriend Minghao!”

“Nice to meet you,” you and Wonwoo say together.

“Nice to meet you, too. Alright! Let’s get in there,” Minghao says. He goes up to the gate and enters a code to open it up. He then leads you all to the building to the right of the rink.

“We created this rink with almost the same exact plans as the original rink. But just in case you don’t remember, this building is where customers will pay for skate rental and the building on the other side of the rink is where they could buy snacks and drinks,” Minghao says while gesturing towards the other brightly colored building on the far side of the rink. You can’t help but admire his amazing visuals as he gives the tour. He asks you all for your shoe sizes and heads to the back to get the skates. You watch him go and hope that you don’t look as creepy as you feel. He speaks korean so well that you make a mental note to ask how he got so good at it. 

“You don’t have to be so obvious that you want him,” Wonwoo teases you, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“What?! I don’t want him! What are you talking about? I’m not greasy like your friend Jun! Okay, I admit he’s really cute but come on, don’t tell me you wanted Mingyu right when you met him. You know what? Don’t answer that…” you trail off as you see Minghao returning with the skates.

“Hey Hao! Thanks man,” Mingyu says as Minghao returns in an attempt to make sure you don’t say anything you don’t want to say in front of his bestfriend. You send Mingyu a look that you hope said ‘thanks’ and make another mental note to thank him for helping you out.

“No problem, Gyu. Let’s get our skates on and then get out there!”

You all quickly get your skates on and head out onto the ice. The moment you step onto the ice you realize two things; 1) it’s been way too long since you’ve ice skated 2) it really hurts to fall on your butt. 

“Y/n are you okay?!” 

“Im fine,” you say while standing up (with the help of Minghao who came onto the ice second).

“Thanks for helping me,” you say while blushing as he still has his hand on your arm.

“Of course,” he says with a smile, “Do you know how to skate?” 

You’re tempted to pretend that you don’t know how so that he’ll teach you but you also know that Wonwoo knows how well you could actually skate so you decided against it. 

“Actually, I taught Wonwoo how to skate,” you finally say, “but Its been about 8 years since then. The rink closed the year we met.”

“Really? You taught him how to skate?” he asks, glancing at Wonwoo who’s skillfully pulling Mingyu along with him around the rink,“you must’ve been really good! How about we warm up together?”

“Yeah,” you laugh,“it seems as if the student has surpassed the teacher. Oh, and I’d love to warm up with you.”

Suddenly, Minghao realizes he’s still holding onto your arm and quickly lets go. You have to admit you’re a little disappointed but you’re not sure why; you’ve just met this guy!

Mingyu and Wonwoo have done a lap or two by the time you’re done talking and they are halfway through their third when you two start skating. After warming up, you become more comfortable and are able to glide smoothly like you had so many years ago. In your excitement, you almost forget that Minghao is there with you. Almost. When you turn around to look at him, you see him looking back at you with adoration in his eyes and he waves at you shyly. You gesture for him to come closer because you had accidentally left him behind. You both skate together and catch up to Wonwoo and Mingyu who were just a little ahead of you. You notice that Minghao is actually really good and comfortable on the ice.

“Wonwoo! I can’t believe how good you’ve gotten! I thought we’ve both been out of practice for so long you’d have forgotten how to skate just like I did,” you exclaim.

“Y/n don’t you remember all of my family vacations to my aunts house during winter break? She has a skating rink near her house that I always went to when I was bored and I practiced.”

“Ah, so that’s what you were doing while I was eating holiday food and watching Christmas movies by myself,” you laugh.

“Do you guys want to go get some snacks? It’s all on the house by the way,” Minghao asks.

“Oh yeah, that sounds good. Thanks man,” Mingyu says.

You all leave the ice but keep your skates on. As Minghao opens up the snack bar, you hear Mingyu talking behind you.

“I’ve never seen him look at someone like that”

“Like what?” you ask curiously while turning around.

“Well he’s had crushes before, but he’s never liked someone so fast. He looks whipped.”

“It can’t be that bad,“you laugh shyly, secretly hoping that Mingyu is right because you feel like Minghao’s so cute and caring.

“I’m back,” Minghao says, returning with four hot cocoas and some pretzels.

“Wow that was really fast!”

“Yeah, we got this new machine that makes everything really quickly!”

You glance around the seating area for the section where eating is allowed. There are rows of tables along the walls and some that were higher than others. It all looked really well placed and organized. You were impressed.

“Wow, Minghao this place is really impressive,” you compliment as he sits down at the table with you all.

He blushes as he thanks you and hands out the snacks. Everyone becomes quiet and awkward again.

You remember to ask about Minghao’s korean, “Minghao you’re chinese right? Is it rude to ask how you speak korean so well?”

“I taught him,” Mingyu laughs, “my parents spoke to me in both Korean and Chinese so I was fluent in both. I taught Hao so that we could have this language that none of our classmates understood. It was great, right Hao?”

“Yeah it was awesome,” Minghao sighs, reminiscing the times when he still had his best friend with him. “It sucks that I can’t see you as often anymore.”

“Aw man it’s okay, I’m really glad you’re here. Thanks for coming down.”

“It is my pleasure to be here.”

“Alright are you guys done eating yet?” Mingyu asks.

You look down and see that you have barely finished half of your pretzel as you were mostly just looking at Minghao this whole time.

“I think y/n is still eating. You guys can go ahead and start skating, I’ll wait for her,” Minghao says before you can say anything.

Mingyu gets up to go and Wonwoo makes a face at you. You blush and stick your tongue out at him. As they’re leaving you could hear Mingyu telling Wonwoo to be nicer to you and you laugh. Minghao hears it too and joins you.

“I love him, he’s my best friend, but sometimes he can be too much! I’m really glad he finally confessed to Mingyu last year because they really complete each other,” you share.

“I get what you mean! Mingyu wouldn’t stop talking about Wonwoo ever since he moved here! He finally calmed down when Wonwoo confessed! I’m sure he loves him a lot!”

“Mingyu really loves you too! He talks about his best friend so much that Wonwoo thought you two were dating when Mingyu moved here! He says you’re smart and caring. He didn’t mention how handsome you are though”

“Thank you,” Minghao blushes, “that is an extremely flattering compliment, especially coming from someone as beautiful as you.”

Now both of you are blushing messes so you decide to change the subject after thanking him.

“You’re really young to be handling this place all by yourself, I’m very impressed,” you compliment.

“Thank you. I don’t usually talk about it with other people, but I’m actually really nervous about opening this place up again. I worry that if my first official choice for the company turns out negatively that I might never become as good of a CEO as my mother is.”

“You seem very smart and hardworking, I’m sure you can handle it!” you say, as you finally finish your snacks.

“I’m all finished! Thanks for staying with me, let’s get back out there!”

You head out into the ice and see Wonwoo and Mingyu attempting to do fancy couple tricks on the ice. Mingyu seems to have no idea what he’s doing and Wonwoo is trying to explain it. It’s a huge mess.

“Wow they’re a mess,” Minghao says behind you, voicing your thoughts.

You laugh, “Yeah they are, but they’re our mess.”

You both watch as Mingyu clings onto Wonwoo’s arm and pulls him down as he falls, not unlike what Wonwoo did to you many years ago.

“That’s really close to how Wonwoo and I met,” you share.

“Really,” Minghao laughs, “That’s actually way better than how Gyu and I met; in the woman’s bathroom of his father’s company building. Long story short, we are the reason that children were no longer allowed in that building.”

“That’s hilarious, you have to tell me the story sometime.”

Minghao smiles, “We should definitely hang out some more after today.”

How does this boy do this to you it is not fair. His smile is making your heart melt and your stomach is full of butterflies. Lost in your thoughts again, you snap out of it to see Minghao a little ahead of you. He turns around and he skates backwards. Can this boy get any better? He notices your shocked expression and smiles at you, causing your heart to flutter all over again. You skate up to him.

“Can you please teach me how to do that?”

“Do what?” he playfully teases.

“Skate backwards! I’ve always wanted to try but I wasn’t allowed to when I was nine! Please teach me!”

“Okay, I’ll teach you,” he smirks, “but you have to hold my hands.”

Your whole face turns red but you understand how that would make sense. So you nod and grab onto his hands shyly. He turns you both around so that now you’re the one going backwards and he is the one facing forward. He then explains how to do the motions with your feet. You listen carefully and take it all in. Then you start moving and Minghao is slowly guiding you across the ice. The more you listen to his voice and concentrate on him, the more comfortable you become. Soon, you’re the one pulling him as you have become more confident in your abilities.

After a while you think that it’s been enough time learning a new ability and thank him for teaching you.

“Thanks Minghao! This is so much fun!”

You let go of one of his hands but continue to hold onto one as you skate around the rink. He smiles and looks down at your hands. You both blush but don’t say anything about it. You love how calm he makes you feel and how happy he was to help you learn something. If he asked you out right now, you would probably say yes. So, of course, he does.

“Y/n do you want to go out with me? I mean on a real date? Without Mingyu and Wonwoo?”

You’re shocked that he said that right after you thought it so you don’t realize that you’re supposed to reply. When you don’t say anything right away he freaks out.

“I mean- sorry! I know I just met you and you don’t even know anything about me! And I don’t even know anything about you! But I wanted to know more! I mean, that probably sounded so creepy but I think you’re so pretty. Ohmygosh that sounded bad too but what I meant to say was…”

You squeeze his hand to reassure him that you don’t think he’s a creep and smile at him.

“I’d love to go on a date with you Minghao.”

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a/n: Sorry this was so messy! Thanks for reading this and giving my terrible writing a shot! This is probably going to end up being a two-part I’m not sure yet but sorry if this was kind of slow pace and if I used the word ‘rink’ too much! If I used any word too much please let me know! Constructive criticism is totally welcome here! This was my first but I wanted to dedicate it to my sister because she’s the best and I love her so much and Minghao is her bias!