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feelbokkie · 6 months

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🍂Autumn Mornings🍂

genre: angst, all hurt no comfort

pov: 2nd person

description: you fear your boyfriend has fallen out of love with you

pairing: Minho x reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 1,996

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You can’t remember the last time Minho kissed you the first time he saw you. Before, he'd kiss you the second you woke up beside him in bed. And when he came to your apartment. And when you went to his dorm. It had gotten to the point where he'd come to your apartment and hunt you down to kiss you before he did anything else. You lost count of how many times he came over while you were in the bathroom and stood outside the door, waiting to kiss you. He would always wake up first and wait for you to wake up before he planted one right on you before your eyes were fully open.

And then one day he just…stopped. You brushed it off the first few times it happened. That his mind has been preoccupied with work or he had a tiring day. But days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months and it dawned on you that something had changed. You were aforethought before. The first thing on his mind when he woke up and who he wanted to come to. You're just an afterthought now. The final task on his to-do list that he keeps putting off in the back of his mind. And some days, he forgot about kissing you altogether. The overall feeling leaves a bitter taste in your mouth and a gut feeling in the core of your stomach.

Even now, as you sit on your bed, watching him get ready in the bathroom. The door is slightly ajar, the yellow bathroom light partly illuminating the room. You woke up 20 minutes ago and watched as Minho got ready for work. He mumbled a quick 'good morning' as he grabbed some of his clothes out of the drawer. You miss the days when he would purposely move recklessly around the room on days he had woken up a bit later and would be late for work. You mentally curse yourself for getting mad at him in those moments for waking you up. Your heart aching at the thought that he might never do it again.

The bathroom light flips off and Minho emerges from the bathroom. His hair, which is still damp from the shower he took earlier, is tucked messily in a beanie. A few strands of damp hair use stick to his forehead. In normal circumstances, you’d fix his hair for him, making him take off the hat so his hair properly dries. Run your hand through his soft, damp hair and breathe in his scent mixed with his shampoo, body wash, and cologne before pressing your lips into his for your second kiss of the morning. But these aren’t normal circumstances stances, so you leave his hair be and his soft, pink lips untouched, and your heart aching.

You watch quietly, sitting up and leaning your head against the headboard of your bed, as Minho finishes getting ready and leaves your room without so much as looking in your direction. Your heart sinks to the pit of your stomach as you take a deep breath. You hear a muffled curse come from outside your room before Minho quickly walks back into the room. He quickly kneels on the bed and lightly brushes his lips against your cheek. So softly, you're not sure if his lips actually touched your face. You turn your head almost instinctively, waiting for him to kiss you again, this time on your lips. His eyes shift you your lips and stay there, like he's thinking about something—hesitating even. He would always kiss you twice, once on the cheek and once on the mouth before whispering "That should hold me until I see you later." You shut your eyes, mentally cursing yourself. He hasn't done that in weeks, just like every other habit you've grown accustomed to.

"I'll see you when I get back from work," Minho's eyes finally meet your eyes, "Love you,"

"I love you too," You whisper back. He gives you a small smile and nods. Like he's checked off everything in whatever fucked up to-do list he has in his head before leaving the room again. You sit quietly again, processing everything that just happened as Minho stumbles around your apartment. After a few minutes, you hear the front door close. And just like that, you are an afterthought again.

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"Did you mean it when you said you loved me?" You ask MInho when he walks back into your room after brushing his teeth.

He's been home for a few hours but the gut-wrenching pain that you've been feeling for a while has been eating at you all day after he told you he loves you this morning. Because he didn't technically say it.

It's funny how one little pronoun can change the whole meaning of a phrase. Minho said "love you" to your face before he left. Not "I love you," but "love you." He omitted the "I." The possessive. No longer claiming ownership over his love for you. Like the feeling no longer exists for him. He loves you, yes but he no longer loves you. Not in the way that matters. Not in the way that you want—no need him to.

"What? You know I do. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't. You know that." He says as he climbs into bed next to you.

He's already changed into his pajamas and clipped his hair out of his face for the night. His face is moisturized and his body is still warm from the hot shower he took. Part of you feels bad for starting this up with him now. It's too late for him to go back to the dorm now if it does turn into an argument. You wanted to bring it up earlier, but he was so tired from work. And then it was dinner time and you knew that if you got into a fight he wouldn't have eaten for the rest of the day and he probably hadn't eaten since breakfast. And then after dinner, he helped you wash the dishes and it still didn't feel right. But the pain in your chest and your stomach will not allow you to spend one more sleepless night without talking about it so it has to be now.

"You did this morning," You sit up straighter, if that is even possible, and turn to face Minho. His face screwed in confusion. His eyes look up as if he's trying to search for the memory of this morning in the pack of his head literally.

"No, I said it this morning and I meant it." He said firmly.

"Now you know how to use 'I.'" You mutter under your breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing," You whisper. You're not sure if you actually want to get into it with him right now. You're scared of what might happen.

"Y/n, I had a really long day at work and I'm tired. I'm not a mind reader and I don't want to play games with you. If you have something to say, spit it out." He says quickly, now getting annoyed.

"You didn't say 'I love you' this morning." You reveal.

"Yes, I did," He snaps.

"No," You turn your body fully towards him, " you didn't. You said, "love you.' Not, 'I love you,' but 'love you.'"

"That's the same thing."

"No, it isn't."

"Y/n," He sighs and throws his head back, "it's one word."

"It's the word. It holds all the power. Without it, everything else is just...words. No passion or truth behind them."

"You're being ridiculous." He scoffs.

"No, I'm not. It's not just the 'I' in 'I love you.' You don't kiss me anymore. Not in the morning, not when you come home. Never."

"I kissed you this morning."

"That was barely a kiss. I'm not even sure your lips even touched my cheek."

"Again, you're being ridiculous. Let's—"

"No!" You shout, your hands balling into fists and your heart pounding in your ears. Hot tears prick the back of your eyes, threatening to fall.

"Y/n—"

"I'm not being ridiculous! Something is wrong and I've been trying to fix it but I'm the only one in this relationship who seems to care that it's broken. And, if there's anything I did to push you away or there's another p-person then I need to know—"

"There's nobody else and you didn't do anything to push me away," He says quickly, trying to calm you down. He places a hand on your shoulder. It's the first real touch you've felt from him in months. It's sincere—familiar. Like home. That's all it takes to push your tears past the dam.

"Then why don't you love me anymore?" You can't help but shout. Your emotions are all over the place now.

"I don't know," He says quietly. You almost didn't hear him past the pounding in your ears. Or maybe, you didn't want to hear him. Because he didn't deny not loving you anymore. He admitted it.

"You...you don't know?" You say just as softly, your voice as tiny as you feel right now. All the anger immediately leaves your body. The pounding in your ears and chest gets louder and more rapid as you sit on your bed, staring at Minho.

He doesn't love you anymore

"I..." His eyes meet yours. They're glossy and red as he tries not to cry himself. He's at a loss for words looking at your tear-stained face.

"What do you mean you don't know?" Your voice cracks. Your voice is so low you're not entirely sure any noise came out.

"I just don't know," He sighs. His head drops and he removes his hand, leaving your shoulder cold.

"What...Why...Did I..." You stumble around trying to find words, unsure how to function in this situation.

"I promise you didn't do anything. This is all me. I woke up one day and the feelings were just...not there. But I tried—Believe me, I fucking tried because I know deep down somewhere I still love you. I just can't—"

"How long?" You're not sure why you're asking him, you already know the answer. Maybe your brain just needs to hear him say it.

"I—I don't know,"

"What do you know?" You spit out. Anger is slowly returning to your body and filling in the spaces that were left hollow by your heart being ripped out of your chest.

"I know that I can't keep lying to you anymore. That I can't keep faking it hoping to feel the way I did about you again. I tried—I've been trying."

He does not love you anymore. He never will.

"I..." Your mind is blank, unable to process what's happening and your emotions all at once. Your chest is heavy, anger, sadness, confusion, pain— a whole cocktail of emotions flooding your lungs making it impossible to breathe.

"But I don't want to break up. Maybe...maybe if we just take a break—" Minho lifts his head. Tears are falling down his face. He knows he hurt you. He's been trying to avoid this for months for this exact reason. If only he was able to quietly fall back in love, then all of this could have been avoided. He tries to take your hands into his but you quickly pull away, his touch feeling like a surge of electricity course through your body. And not in the way that would have immediately send butterflies to your stomach. No, this time it's painful.

"Don't...just don't," Your voice breaks again.

"Y/n, I'm sorry," He says softly and you know he means it.

"I...I—I need some air." You quickly leave the room, the emotions in your chest becoming unbearable. You can't breathe. Your worst nightmare is coming true and you can't fucking breathe.

He doesn't love you anymore

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i-think-you-should-leave · 10 months

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#rent #seasons of love #i think you should leave #itysl #pay it forward

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s00mia · 9 months

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Don't sit on the couch and wait for it. Go out.

Make a change. Smile more.

Be excited. Do new things.

Throw away what you've been cluttering.

Unfollow negative people on social media.

Go to bed early. Wake up early. Be fierce.

Don't gossip. Show more gratitude.

Do things that challenge you. Be brave.

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wangxianficrecs · 7 months

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Seasons of Love by Witch_Nova221

Seasons of Love

by Witch_Nova221 (@witchnova221)

G, 24k, Wangxian

Part of the MDZS Reverse Big Bang: 2023

Summary: Wei Wuxian returns to the Cloud Recesses, world weary and still looking for his place in the world. Lan Wangji is determined to show him just where his place is and that it will never be taken from him again. Inspired by the wonderful art of Esper-aroon (@esper-aroon) for the MDZS Reverse Big Bang - 'Lan Wangji protective of Wei Wuxian' Kay's comments: A lovely post-The Untamed story in which Wei Wuxian returns from his travels to Lan Wangji's side and slowly falls in love with him as the season passes. The two of them grow closer and it almost feels as if he has found a home for himself again, if only they weren't so prone to misunderstandings! Really enjoyed the slice of life vibes of this story and just this gentle warm feeling of the two of them building a life together. Also, the fanart that inspired this story is absolutely stunning. Excerpt: 'There were many things you were mistaken in back then,' said Lan Wangji, 'and many moments where I was not as forthcoming as I wished to be. I am glad you had the patience to give me the time I needed to realise I wished for us to be friends.' 'That wasn't patience, it was desperation,' said Wei Wuxian, 'I was so desperate for you to like me. It is embarrassing to think of it sometimes.' 'Well I am glad for it,' said Lan Wangji, 'I am glad for all the moments I did not once believe I could have for many reasons.' Wei Wuxian watched the familiar sadness cross his friend's face, a sadness built on thirteen years of loyalty and mourning that he still could not truly fathom. He reached out, fingers curling gently around Lan Wangji's wrist.

pov wei wuxian, the untamed compliant, post the untamed ending, chief cultivator lan wangji, slow burn, slice of life, mutual pining, falling in love, developing relationship, love confessions, hurt/comfort, happy ending, wei wuxian has self-esteem issues, light angst, friends to lovers, moving in together, caring lan wangji, jiang cheng & wei wuxian reconciliation

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for this hard-working author if you like – or think others might like – this story.)

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eye-of-the-purricane · 4 months

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RENT - Seasons of Love

#seasons of love #rent #musical #movie #opening #music video #music #video #Youtube

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chicgeekgirl89 · 5 months

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1st Grade: Miss C how many seconds are in a minute?

Me: Sixty

1st Grade: What about three minutes?

Me: *painfully does mental math* One hundred and eighty.

1st Grade: What about—

Me: *have been waiting for this moment my whole life* ASK ME HOW MANY SECONDS IN A YEAR 🤡

1st Grade: 🤨🤨🤨

#FIVE HUNDRED TWENTY FIVE THOUSAND SIX HUNDRED MINUTES!#Rent #Seasons of Love #Teacher life #Music teacher life

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tobbogan-13 · 22 days

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“527040 minutes

527040 moments oh dear

527040 minutes

how, do you measure, measure a year”

-rent, if it were set on a leap year

#rent #rent the musical #seasons of love #525600 minutes #leap year #musicals #jonathan larson #musical theatre

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missgryffin · 2 months

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Is seasons of love still on ao3? I loved it so much!

It's private right now, I'm sorry!

I found it significantly reduced my anxiety to keep wips on hiatus hidden from my profile 😅 Seeing an increasing number of fics languishing unfinished felt like a constant reminder that I was letting readers down, and I felt so guilty/stressed all the time, because if I wasn't writing/updating a fic it meant that I was stuck on some aspect of the story and spinning my wheels with it/losing inspiration for it, and then I would end up beating myself up over not being able to figure it out 🫠 Not a healthy cycle!

Keeping my wips private has given me the space to look at them with fresh eyes and without the pressure to update (even if that's just in my head!) looming over me. Behind the scenes, they're being edited / rewritten to varying degrees. My plan is to bring each of them back when I'm ready to consistently update to completion, which effectively means either prewriting in entirety or having a significant runway of chapters to post while I finish writing.

It truly means so much to hear to you remember/love a fic I left hanging so long ago!! 🥹 Thank you all so much for your patience with me 🫶

#ask #seasons of love #lovely readers

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fallevs · 3 months

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Apparently a version of Seasons of Love had been recorded for the end of season three, also featuring Cory's voice. Discarded and re-recorded a season later to pay tribute to him. Did you guys know about this? I didn't. And now I'm crying.

#seasons of love #glee facts #Instagram

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mr-craig · 2 months

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‘Five hundred twenty seven thousand and forty minutes…’ The leap year version of Rent sucks.

#leap year #leap day #Rent #Seasons of Love #five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes

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cutekoala1001 · 1 year

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Theatre is fun 🤓

In daylights?

In sunsets?

In midnights?

In cups of coffee?

In inches? In miles?

In laughter, in strife?

#how about LOOOOOOOVE #theater nerd #sing movie #sing 2 #my art #Seasons of Love #Rent the musical #sing rosita #sing meena #sing gunter #Buster Moon #musicals

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feelbokkie · 9 months

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☁️Seasons of Love☁️ A Stray Kids Mini Series

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

description: Love changes throughout the seasons. Inspired by the poem Seasons of Love by Valerie Dohren.

pairing: skz x reader

pov: 2nd person

warnings: **see each season for more info**

word count: pending...

🌸Spring🌸

Our love came in the gentle Spring, So sweet and fresh and true— When we were young and unafraid, And all was clear and new. -Valerie Dohren

🌼Spring Mornings🌼

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: (pending)

pairing: Jeongin x reader

warnings:

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🌼Spring Nights🌼

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: (pending)

pairing: Seungmin x reader

warnings:

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☀️Summer☀️

It blossomed in the Summertime, And came to fullest bloom— We lay beneath the Cedar Tree, Our love there to consume. -Valerie Dohren

⛱Summer Mornings⛱

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: (pending)

pairing: Felix x reader

warnings:

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⛱Summer Nights⛱

genre: fluff

pov: 2nd person

description: (pending)

pairing: Hyunjin x reader

warnings:

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🍁Autumn🍁

But in the chill of Autumn mist It then began to wane— No longer did we feel joy, Nor would we e'er again. -Valerie Dohren

🍂Autumn Mornings🍂

genre: angst

pov: 2nd person

description: you fear your boyfriend has fallen out of love with you

pairing: Minho x reader

warnings: swearing

word count: 1,996

🍂Autumn Nights🍂

genre: heavy angst?

pov: 2nd person

description: honeymoon phases don't live forever, something you're finding out the hard way while Chan is away on tour. (mostly internal monologue)

pairing: idol!Chan x reader

warnings: none?

word count: 1,178 (unedited)

❄️Winter❄️

So as the Winter gripped our hearts, Our hands then slipped apart— We said goodbye and turned away, As love did then depart. -Valerie Dohren

⛄️Winter Mornings⛄️

genre: angst

pov: 2nd person

description: (pending)

pairing: Changbin x reader

warnings:

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⛄️Winter Nights⛄️

genre: angst

pov: 2nd person

description: (pending)

pairing: Jisung x reader

warnings:

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