For The Record | L.ty

Me being through 2 weeks of exams and just starting a new school day after tomorrow:

Jkjk 🙈

Hope u get through all your irl work!! We can get through it together<33

the fact that i have three tests this week, a five min oral presentation for tuesday, and three papers to give in and im still not done with 25% of all of it

i start school again tomorrow *smiling through the pain*

Reblog if you think Moon Taeil is essential to NCT.

I’m trying to prove a point.

making friends 🐈

JENNIE HYLT (200711) ― ♡ for anon

The day my wife simps for me is the day I can peacefully die <3

@meraniki hope u have a good shower let’s go on our honeymoon soon

Wow.

prettiest 🌺

AHHH YHE WAY IM SO EMBARRASED FOR JULIET BUT ALSO SO PROUDDD XJSKKJASSS-

Miss ma’am really served with that bomb outfit and the lip bite🤪🤪

Poor hongjoong🧍‍♂️

not kid-friendly

juliet’s masterlist

set in late august, 2021

note: the mediocre gif is mine; the text messages between felix and juliet are in english, and the ones between her and chan are in korean

warning(s): a few mentions of butts 😭

summary: in which juliet attempts felix’s viral tiktok.

a/n: you can find a clip of felix’s tiktok here 🤩 felix you go bestie!!!!!

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ONE DAY AGO

oi felix 🐣 [18:05] do it!!!!!!

juliet 🤍 [18:05] ❤️ no ❤️

oi felix 🐣 [18:05] pleassseeeee 🥺

juliet 🤍 [18:05] i embarrass myself enough 🕴

oi felix 🐣 [18:06] are u saying my tiktok was embarrassing 🤨

juliet 🤍 [18:06] not when ur the one doing it :/ u make everything look adorable smh

oi felix 🐣 [18:06] people will love it i promise 🥺

juliet 🤍 [18:06] .

oi felix 🐣 [18:06] juliiiieeettttttttttttttt 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

juliet 🤍 [18:07] fine 🤕 i’ll try it, but if it’s too embarrassing i’m not posting it…i’m only doing this bc i love u i hope u know that

oi felix 🐣 [18:07] 🥰

PRESENT

Juliet sighs as she replays the clip again, though she can’t suppress the fond smile that tugs at her lips at the sight of her best friend… wriggling his hips—for lack of a better term—with a bright grin lighting up his face.

See, it’s not the dance moves that have her stumped, but more so the… unabashed confidence required to pull this off. And she’s a hundred percent certain that there’s no way she could make it look as endearingly adorable as Felix did.

Deciding to finally give it a go, she props her phone against a few books before scooting backwards a bit to ensure that her body from her knees up is completely in frame.

Once she’s certain that she has the right angle, she hits ‘play’ on the screen and starts mimicking Felix’s movements along to the same song. It’s not too shabby for her first try, but the awkward smile plastered across her face definitely doesn’t scream confidence nor cuteness.

Goddammit, Felix.

Scrapping the video with a groan, Juliet begins recording again, this time making sure to control her facial expressions better despite the embarrassment coursing through her veins. To think she thought she could nail this in just one take—it’s just ten seconds of wriggling her hips while doing a 360° turn, how hard can it be?

Very much so, apparently, considering she never accounted for the sheer mortification she’d feel from giving the camera a full view of her butt.

“What the hell are you doing?”

Practically jumping out of her skin at the sudden intrusion, Juliet hastily pauses the recording and saves it to her drafts, head whipping around to find Hongjoong standing in the doorway of the practice room with his jaw dropped as he gapes at her in what could only be described as pure horror.

At least he waited until she was done.

“Oppa, I can explain—”

The leader rubs his temples dramatically. “One day of normalcy from you kids, that’s all I ask,” he mutters, “yet I walk in to find you shaking your ass in front of your phon—wait,” he turns to face her with impossibly wide eyes, “Baek Minyoung, please do not tell me this is meant for Chan. Is this some sort of couples’ trend I’m unaware of?”

Juliet splutters at his far-fetched assumption. He even pulled out the full-name card! “I was literally just following Felix’s TikTok!” she defends, though a coy grin quickly replaces the offended pout on her face, “but thanks for the idea.”

A delighted cackle bubbles out of her at the sight of Hongjoong’s twitching eye and pink-tinted cheeks, looking as though he’s about to burst a blood vessel any moment. “I—I did not need to be privy to that information!”

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding! I’m not gonna send it to Channie. Promise! Though… millions of people will probably see this video, so he’ll see it anyways…”

“Millions? What are you planning to do with it?”

“Uh… post this on our official TikTok?”

Hongjoong taps on the screen of her phone to replay the video before turning back to the girl with a wholly unimpressed expression. “Is this even kid-friendly?”

“It wouldn’t be if I wasn’t fully clothed, but I am,” Juliet deadpans, folding her arms over her chest, “so yes, I’d say this is kid-friendly.”

The deep sigh that leaves the rapper’s lips has her biting back a triumphant grin, and she knows she’s won this time.

“Fine,” Hongjoong relents with a fond roll of his eyes, “but I’m not recreating this if anyone asks.”

Juliet shrugs, tilting her head to the side when she remarks, “Suit yourself, but I personally think you should be taking advantage of that great ass of yo—ow!”

“What I do with my ass is none of your business,” Hongjoong says calmly, massaging his palm while Juliet melodramatically rubs the barely sore spot on her head where he had struck.

“Fair, but you didn’t have to smack more brain cells out of me.”

“Pretty sure there are none left in there anyways.”

“Keep slandering your beloved youngest child like this and I’ll keep you here until you do this TikTok with m—” Hongjoong bolts out the room before she can even finish her sentence.

She swears she’s never seen him run that fast in her life.

“Unnie… can I post this to our TikTok?”

Juliet hands her manager her phone, watching silently as the she plays the final video from beginning to end, then again, and again.

Her manager lets out a halfhearted sigh before looking up at Juliet, who’s innocently fluttering her lashes at the older woman. “Should I even ask?”

The girl opens her mouth to speak, “Uh—”

“Never mind, I’m not sure if I want to hear it,” her manager jokes, chucking at the pout that graces the young idol’s lips, “go ahead.”

“Really?”

“Don’t make me take it back.”

Juliet hits the ‘post’ button quicker than when Hongjoong ran out of the room earlier.

B O N U S

Chan and the others are taking a break from practice when he hears Seungkwan snort loudly. “Yah, come see this,” he says, beckoning the youngest boy over, “your girlfriend’s trending on Twitter again.”

“Juliet?” Vernon muses with an entertained smile, “what did she do this time?”

“See for yourself.”

This garners the attention of some of the others, and they immediately scoot over to get a glimpse at Seungkwan’s phone before loudly guffawing and shooting Chan knowing smirks.

Curious, he makes his way over to Seungkwan, plopping down next to him when Soonyoung moves to make room for him. One look at the video has his eyes almost bugging out of his head; if the hip-shaking wasn’t bad enough, the exaggerated lip bite and wink she added at the end certainly were.

And that’s not even mentioning her outfit or the smug smirk on her face throughout the entire video.

“Oh…”

Vernon snorts, nudging at Chan’s side teasingly. “‘Oh’? That’s all you have to say?”

“To you guys, yes. To her, no.”

channie 🦖💕 [17:36] So…your TikTok……

juliet 🤍 [17:39] What about it? Do you not like it? ☹️

channie 🦖💕 [17:39] No no no, I did. It was certainly…interesting……….

juliet 🤍 [17:39] Will you like it more if I gave you a private performance of it? :]

Chan almost chucks his phone across the room; she so said that on purpose.

juliet 🤍 [17:40] Don’t leave me on read 😭😭 I was joking 😭😭😭 Unless………👁👁

channie 🦖💕 [17:40] No comment

[ tweets ]

[ juliet’s outfit bc she indeed chose violence by shaking her ass while wearing this ;) ]

disclaimer: i only made the collage; credits for the original photos go to their respective owners

CHANCE

pairing: lee felix x gn!reader

genre: fluff, f2l, highschool!au but not properly established

cw: they share a bed, not proof read and written in one sitting at 10:30pm °-°

wc: 1.7K

a/n: i can’t lie i do genuinely love this fic a lot, it’s silly and small but i think it’s sweet and he is too! please like and rb if you enjoy, feedback is very welcome and all is appreciated <3

Fatigue is a fatal thing. Clouding thoughts and forcing you into decisions you really should’ve thought more about—it seems so normal yet the danger that comes with it is sometimes inevitable. Like waking up with last night’s makeup on, or missing your stop on the bus because you just happened to rest your eyes.

Fatigue takes over your body on the night everyone is cuddled up in Felix’s living room. Friday night brings a buzzing atmosphere and the sky is an almost vibrant navy colour; the moon shines particularly brightly and it’s hard to resist sneaking a glance at it every five seconds. The boys are all focused on his game console (apparently it’s the newest one, you and Minho seem to be the only ones not that interested) and the sight is pleasant to see. Wrapped together in blankets, bowls of food both hot and cold scattered around for you to share. The sight of Jeongin’s face lighting up when he finally scores a point. The host looks around his living room with a smile on his face—everything is perfect, and he doesn’t even care that he has a test on Monday morning he needs to revise for.

In fact, he’s so totally enarmed in happiness that the only thing that brings him out of his trance is the feeling of a weight dropping on his shoulder. It wouldn’t have been a big deal hadn’t it been you, but of course, it is your hair that brushes softly against the skin of his neck before you quickly spring back up.

The suddenness of the movement catches his attention, and his head and body spin around to focus completely on you. Baby hairs messily frame your face and your eyes are slightly puffy and desperate to close there and then, but he can tell you’re forcing them open as you try and keep yourself awake. His heart pounds in his chest when you flash him a grin, and it’s irresistible not to send one back. He looks like an angel—the sun reincarnated—but he thinks you’re the prettiest person to walk the earth.

In fact, he’s so sure of his thoughts that it makes him sick. Sick in the way that he knows you are best friends, in fact, you were friends with Chan before you were ever friends with Felix, and sick in the way that he knows trying to change that dynamic could ruin everything.

Love is so delicate, and so cruel that he questions whether such a thing can exist, because surely if it did, it’d be much easier for him to wrap your exhausted form in his arms and lull you to sleep himself. Of course, it’s not as hard as it seems, but he doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know anything, and that’s what makes it such a scary thing.

Felix quickly snaps out of his thoughts and realises he was lost in his mind once again. Your body is slumped facing his, the right side of your face squished against the pillow of the sofa while you watch his face. Really, you’re not doing too much else, but the feeling of just being able to look at someone and feel immense comfort is an unexplainably lovely feeling in itself. You’d be quite happy to sit and exist with him like that for many moments longer, but as the blond pulls the blanket up to cover your shoulders, he leans in closer.

He doesn’t catch the way your breath hitches, but he certainly notices the way his own gut churns as he leans in.

“Do you need to go to bed? I’ll take you up to go early so you can get some rest.” He asks, whispering the offer in a way so kindly that you’re more focused on how dreamy he is than the fact he’s said the words you’ve been waiting on all night—you can finally rest, after what feels like a lifetime of trying to keep yourself awake. When a look of relief washes over your face and you gently nod at him, Felix decides it was worth the uncomfortable and intrusive butterflies. He’s never seen you look so pleased to accept an offer, but when you clumsily get up and stumble over your own feet, he knows how much you want to just sleep. He giggles, too: you look like a newborn puppy.

Telling the boys he’s taking you up, the blond wastes no time in jumping to your side. He doesn’t realise how he’s looking at you as though you’re his entire world, nor does he realise how his hand naturally snakes to the small of your back to give you soft comfort and support as you groggily drag your feet up the stairs.

He laughs when you cry about how you’re still wearing makeup, a little guilt creeping up his spine when you complain he’s “too mean” and that it’s a “serious thing”, but he knows he’ll take it off for you anyway. He doesn’t think he’d be able to sleep knowing he let you go to bed sad with stained eyes.

Every touch on your face is the most careful and light touch Felix has ever done. He’s so incredibly caring with the way he wipes at your eyes, one hand swiping the cotton pad while the other holds your jaw. The thoughts of how easy it would be to kiss you and how amazing it would feel to finally have your lips against are being brought to the front of his mind, and every time he shoves them back with pink ears and hot cheeks. However he doesn’t stop looking after you. His hands still wipe and caress your skin attentively and he still reaches for his moisturiser which he knows you adore the smell of (you let him know once, and now he puts it on every time he knows you’ll be somewhere).

Soon he’s practically carrying you into his bedroom. It shouldn’t make him as flustered as he is, but it’s weird to think that his arms are wrapped around you and pulling you close to his body as you walk into his bedroom. His parents aren’t even home—just his two sisters keeping the friend group company—but it still feels like he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

Those thoughts are easy to dismiss when you fall onto his mattress with a pleased sigh, the noise falling from your lips unconsciously and sending his mind reeling. You look so cute, quickly snuggling your way under the thick sheets and nuzzling your head into the pillows. Although you look comfortable enough, Felix feels almost inclined to tuck you in, his hands automatically reaching for the edges of the sheets that don’t quite cover your body and to the pillow that could be a little fluffier.

But he freezes. Your warm hand wraps around his wrist and his body goes still. “Stay with me.” You mumble, words hardly coherent but he hears them clear as day. You want him to stay with you and that could mean so many things but he’s only thinking of one, and soon he also thinks you can read his mind because you’re pulling the corner of the midnight quilt up and tapping the off-white sheets next to you.

Climbing under the covers is a natural response, he thinks. Felix thinks it’s even more natural for his arms to cradle your limp body after your own find his waist, cuddling into his body before going still. Along with the stillness of your body comes the shallow and steady breaths, and you’re asleep within minutes.

Perfect. He thinks everything is perfect and doesn’t care that someone will definitely come searching for him in an hour or so when they realise how long he’s been gone. Right now, all he can do is admire you, the curve of your nose and the dip of your cupid’s bow and every single detail that makes your face so loveable. He imagines the way you look when you first wake up in the morning, but gets shy when he imagines you waking up in his arms.

They’re all the scenarios from daydreams he has when he should be focusing on whatever the teacher is saying, but suddenly he realises they could become realities. He could wake up tomorrow and still have your arms wrapped weakly around his torso, feel your breath against his exposed chest and admire you as the golden sun leaks through the window. Still, he wouldn’t be able to kiss your lips and laugh when you ask him not to because you haven’t brushed your teeth yet. He can’t tickle you until you’re out of breath to wake you up and then end it with his head resting on top of your stomach, head tilted towards your face so he can watch the smile that paints it prettily.

There’s so much he wants to do and so much he can’t do and it’s driving him insane. Almost as though his hands are mere centimetres away from the thing he’s trying to grab, he’s never felt closer to having you than now. In fact, the situation you’re in would’ve been almost completely unreal to him just the day before, but now he’s got it and he doesn’t want to let go.

You manage to make him want to stay up until he physically cannot just so he can savour the feeling of being here with you. But fatigue has its ways, and spreads onto him like a contagious disease. He can feel his heart slow as his breathing matches yours, and his eyes start to shut before he even wants them to. Tomorrow, maybe he’ll make you breakfast and cook in the kitchen with you before anyone else is awake. Perhaps you’ll get up before him but stay still in his arms because you like it just as much as he does. There’s still a chance, and Felix decides to bet on it.

After all, he can’t confess to you in your sleep and expect you to reciprocate the feelings. Instead he settles for a kiss on the crown of your head, and one over your messy hair that he doesn’t care feels uncomfortable against his lips.

Having you here, right now, is better than having you never, he decides. The chance of getting you in the morning is better than the reality he’d face if he backs out of it all now and leaves you alone, empty in his bed. You’re worth taking the chance for, Felix thinks, and he’d happily bet on it again and again if it meant eventually, he could have you just like he wanted.

yoichi isagi ʚ ɞ taking care of you whilst you’re drunk

cw. bambi!reader + fratboy!isagi , pure fluff

⋆𐙚₊˚⊹🦌♡

sighh just thinking about our sweetheart, fratboy!isagi taking care of you at a party when you’re so unbelievably drunk to the point you’re stumbling all over the place and your words are coming out in babbles.

he thinks it’s cute, seeing you like this. especially when you’re not much of a drinker, preferring to stay inside and have an early night, so it’s always nice for isagi to see you loosen up.

but when he sees you wayyy too drunk, he’s always the first to sit you down, rushing to get a cold glass of water from the kitchen and practically forcing you to drink it by coaxing you with his sweet words and gentle eyes.

he’s pretty tipsy himself, so he can’t really drive you home, and when he offered one of his friends to take you home instead, your whiny “noooo.. i wanna stay with you..”, just makes his heart thump against his chest.

he thinks you’re adorable and he’s kinda always had a little thing for you since he met you at the start of the college year. but, you just always assumed you were in the friendzone since he never pulled any moves on you (he just tries way too hard to be respectful)

so, when he carries you up to his room to lay you down, he’s making sure his hands don’t linger in the wrong places, being so gentle with you by holding you like a porcelain doll. this doesn’t go unnoticed by your drunk, overthinking self, pouting against his chest while he holds you bridal style.

just as he gets to his room, placing you down on his messy bed where your head drops back on his pillow with a loud, elongated sigh leaving your lips and catching him completely off guard, you ask, “why don’t you like me?”

he’s light a deer caught in the headlights, “huh?”

“why don’t you like me? i’m pretty nice, right?”

isagi feels his heart swell at your words, “i do like you and you’re very nice.”

“i know you like me, but why don’t you like like me?”, you pout, feeling your throat tighten up, the alcohol making you way more bold and sensitive than you already are.

“..do you like like me?”

you nod, not replying with words scared you’ll end up crying about this, something so trivial and embarrassing yourself in front of the most popular guy at your college.

despite your saddened expression, isagi couldn’t have felt more relief in the moment, he’d liked you for so long but never made a move purely because he was worried he might scare you off if he came across too bold, and you just never got his hints (he said your outfit was cute)

“i do like like you, always have, to be honest.”, he says, giving you a small smile, “and we’re definitely gonna talk about this in the morning so you better not get all shy on me.”

you smile, the saddened expression you had previously completely melting away as you felt those butterflies in your stomach.

he chuckles, ruffling your hair, “y’gonna be so embarrassed by this in the morning.”

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