#[and it's totally not like i give myself angst on a constantly when it comes to kei]

[fiercelywinged]

Yes, hi, I apparently have a thirst for heart-wrenching angst that may or may not also involve physically hurting my muse...

[vmqires]

sorrow. (l.hs)

pairing. ex! hee x fem reader ❦︎ exes to lovers ; non-idol au, a bit of angst n fluff. wc. 986 synopsis. heeseung’s forced to break up w u but the two of u never move on from each other.

a/n: this took so long, i was seriously debating deleting this and quitting forever LMAO but thankfully the amazing @soadparker (aka vic) gave me some ideas n that encouraged me to finish it >< this was obviously inspired by sorrow - flyleaf, which i totally recommend to listen to while reading.

sometimes life seems to quiet into paralyzing silence.

“what do you mean? you want to break up?” your eyes start to tear up.

“y/n.. it’s just not working out anymore.” heeseung looks away, fidgeting with his hands.

“what? what happened? what went wrong?” you stare at him in disbelief. just a few days ago he was in your arms, whispering that you’re his safe place and now he wants to break up?

“nothing went wrong. i just.. i need some time, for myself.” he gets up from the couch, looking at you one last time before leaving.

truth is heeseung didn’t want to break up with you. but after a very long argument with his very strict family, they forced him to. it broke him seeing you like that.

someone so perfect, heartbroken all because his family couldn’t stand the sight of you and him together.

i’ll take this piece of you, and hope for all eternity.

his parents constantly introduced him to girls that they thought were absolutely perfect for him. every time he went on a date with one of them, they all seem to fall short compared to you.

he misses you, a lot. hoping for one day his parents will back off, also hoping you don’t find someone new, someone maybe even.. better.

after a month since he broke up with you, you went to your best friend who comforted you.. just in a different way.

“get up, let’s go to the club.” she says, looking at you crying.

“the club? seriously? i’m heartbroken and you’re suggesting the club?” your friend rolls her eyes.

“he’s just a bump in the road amongst other bumps you’ll encounter. it’s not the end of the world.” you scoff, holding your pillow tighter. “he’s not a bump, he’s a mountain i can’t cross over.”

she sucks her teeth at your dramatic response. “girl shut the fuck up.”

he knew each tear before it came.

few months pass and you feel like you’re healing. seeing a new guy and although deep down somewhere in your heart you wish he was heeseung, you settle.

“babe! ready to go?” your new boyfriend yells from the kitchen. “just a sec!” you grab your keys and phone. today’s heeseung’s birthday, your calendar app reminds you.

as your boyfriend drives, you can’t help but think about heeseung and the many birthdays the two of you spent together. one specific comes to mind.

“open your eyes.” heeseung whispers in your ear. when you do, you’re met with a fort made of blankets, pillows, your favorite snacks and a projector playing your favorite movie.

that week had been hard for you. your manager at work on your ass, fighting with your parents again, grades falling behind, all you wanted to do was lay in his arms and the best of all, he knew that.

he knew you like no other. you tear up, and heeseung wipes it away as he cups your face.

“i know you had a hard week and i just want you to relax for your birthday so, i completed a few homework assignments and i called your parents.” you immediately pull him into a hug, a much needed hug.

just like the one you need right now. instead of heeseung, the wind wipes your tear away and your new boyfriend glances at you as he drives.

“everything okay?” you lift your head, giving him a weak smile.

“yeah everything’s fine.” he nods and smiles at you too.

if it were heeseung he would’ve already pulled over and pulled you onto his lap to whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

and we kiss each other one more time.

heeseung was drowning. he needed an out and now. he wanted to text you, to see you again. god his heart ached every time he thought about you.

how the two of you would have fights but would never go to sleep angry at each other, how much he fell for you everyday, how you would snuggle closer to him.

the thoughts become overbearing and soon enough, he chooses you. over his family, over everything because you are his everything. he finally leaves home without a word or a letter.

as he settles into his new place, he debates calling you.

you, on the other hand, end up breaking up with your boyfriend after realizing maybe a part of you is still in love with heeseung. (you totally are.)

the week after that breakup, you head out to the city. window shopping, walking around, just to clear your head.

heeseung just so happened to be doing the same thing. minding his own business, going about his afternoon. then he stops in his tracks, eyes widen with tears threatening to spill out.

“y/n…” he lets out in a whisper, now almost sprinting towards you. you notice him, as soon as he takes you into his embrace. your world narrows down to just to two of you, like it used to. you pull away first.

“heeseung?” he immediately tears up again.

“i’m so sorry y/n. im so sorry for leaving you.” his heart is on fire, praying you’d take him back. “please let me make it up to you. let me explain everything.”

your own eyes start to water, smiling at him. “please..” he whispers, resting his forehead against yours.

without a doubt, you wrap your arms around his neck and pressed your lips on his. the kiss is gentle, full of warmth and love. your love.

“so is that a yes?” he murmurs against your lips then you laugh softly, pulling back. “yes. it’s a yes.” you reply, knowing your heart will always and forever be his, his alone.

just like his heart is yours.

[yesimwriting]

MA'M I LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND FELIX WRITINGS BUT MY JEALOUS AND SOFTY SHORT ASS CAN'T HANDLE IT 😭 IM HURTING MYSELF BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD, LIKE IF I WAS BEST FRIEND Y/N ID BE BAWLING MY EYES OUT AFTER SEEING HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL LIKE- WHY IS ALL OF THIS SO CARDIGAN BY TS CODED-

a/n i love taylor and taylor related angst and i get the jealousy thing,, but i think the thing with bestfriend!felix is that he's so obvious about his priorities that by the time reader can register jealousy,, felix is already there

so here's a drabble

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Going out tonight wasn't your idea. A week of long lectures and even longer homework had drained you. But Felix wanted to...and you...You wanted to be around Felix.

Maybe Farleigh's comments about you following Felix around like a puppy aren't as exaggerated as they feel when you're sober. Ugh. The thought of Farleigh being right gives that pinch of irritation something to latch onto.

"They have those drinks you like." The voice is clear despite the base of the music that you can still hear from right outside the club. You turn your head away from the group of stragglers hanging around the outdoor bar. "Had. I got the last one."

You grin at Felix, any lingering angst not exactly evaporating into the cool night air, but the shift is enough to make the smile feel unforced. "Lucky."

He's finally within arm's reach, a fact that he takes advantage of immediately. Felix's palm settles against your shoulder, his thumb dragging across your skin. "Extremely." There's a fondness there that chips away at what's left of your irritation. "Here." You take the glass from him. "Sam almost tackled another bar tender to get the last of the simple syrup."

Ironically, the sip that's halfway down your throat seems to lose any hints of sweetness as soon as the words come out of Felix's mouth. You've met Sam, and while you don't dislike her, you're not sure the neutrality is mutual.

It's a fact you don't dwell. Sam's a bottle blonde bar tender who looks like she was born to walk around in low cut tank tops and cut off shorts. Not that her being pretty matters, but there's an edge to her beauty that implies an effortless coolness that doesn't usually meld with who you are. It's no one's fault. You think those types of girls are charming and fun in a way that's somehow even bolder than the friends that you consider wild. It's just never been a mutual admiration.

And Sam's been hanging around Felix a lot lately, showing up at parties, staying later than anyone else besides you. They've gone home together a few times. Felix hasn't said too much about that, but that doesn't indicate anything. You guys don't talk about that kind of stuff. Even best friends as close as you two have boundaries.

Not that it matters if Felix is with someone like Sam. She seems fun and pretty and bold and--the total opposite of you.

That hits you like a thumb jabbing into a bruise. Since when is Felix's constantly rotating door of flings a sore point? When he pawns you off on Farleigh--even when he's not in the mood for you--so he can have a moment in the employee bathroom.

"Y'okay?"

You nod, "Yeah." Felix's eyebrows pinch together, a barely there implication of concern that's almost ignorable beneath the poor lighting. "Everything's just kind of hitting me a little."

He nods, "Do you need to sit?" Felix's hold on your shoulder tightens. "Is that why you came outside?"

"Uh--no." The response feels flat. "I mean--yeah, I wanted some air, but I don't feel sick or anything."

He watches you openly for what feels like its own eternity. You're not sure what he's looking for, but you must not pass the inspection because he frowns. "Okay." As if to validate Felix's attempt at letting your mood go, you bring your glass back to your lips. "You know--if you're not feeling--if you want to go, you can tell me."

"I know." You do know that. Felix has always been good about listening, about wanting to make sure you're comfortable.

You take another sip of your drink. Of course Sam's good at mixing drinks. You can picture her tripping over herself, rushing to grab the nearly empty bottle of syrup and risking making an enemy of a coworker to avoid having to tell Felix no.

Felix takes a step forward, his hand sliding across your back so that his arm can settle around your shoulders. It's instinct to lean into the contact. He's warm in a way that rivals the buzz in your system. "When we do go, we're going to have to go out the back way."

You let your head rest against his side. "Why?"

"Don't think Sam's going to be going out of her way to get me drinks again."

You crane your neck to look up at him, "What? Why?"

His eyes meet yours, and then he's dropping his gaze to the floor. "You have become such a gossip."

A sound that's a combination between a scoff and a laugh tumbles past your lips. "Have not."

"You and Farleigh," Felix continues, "You two always need to ask, always need to have an opinion."

"Not true," you defend weakly, "If I was a gossip I'd talk about how slutty--"

You cut yourself off, regretting your phrasing as soon as the word is out. Felix pulls back slightly, mouth falling open in exaggerated offense. "You called me a slut?"

"No," you defend yourself through a laugh, "I was saying that you have been slutty." Felix raises his eyebrows at you. "It's different." Felix's eyes narrow in an attempt to offset the smile tugging at his lips. "It is."

"Yeah?" He leans forward with no warning, his lips pressing against your cheek. That kiss is followed by another. Again and again, each more affectionate and touchy than the last.

His lips brush against your jaw. "Fe-lix." It wants to be a warning, but the nervous giggle that breaks his name into two makes coming off as threatening impossible.

"What?" He hums, his lips finding your neck. "If I'm that slutty, we should have a go at it."

You laugh, ignoring the heat burning its way up your neck because it's just Felix. "There's a bathroom inside."

Felix stills before pulling away enough to look you in the eye. There's the faintest flush tinging his skin. You laugh again, this time the sound fuller. It's nice to see flashes of the softer side of Felix while out in the real world. Felix laughs with you.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "For you, I'd spring for a hotel room."

"Now I feel special."

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taglist; @vader-is-hot @spiritofbuddha @getosangie @freyafriggafrey @ilovehyperfixating @aryiannarae @willowpains @ker0senebunny

[tizeline]

Now that 2024 is coming to a close:

1) Of everything you've made this year, which ones are you the most proud of?

2) What are a few of your favorite things (art, comics, fics, etc) that someone else has made this past year?

Ooo fun ask!

1 - So in general I'm just really happy with how the entire Separated AU developed throughout the year! I created it almost exactly a year ago now (the anniversary is on the december 26th btw, might have something planned for that). And I've mentioned it before but I really wasn't planning on developing into a proper story originally, I thought of the basic concept one day and thought it was neat so I just wanted to put it out there. So I made a SINGULAR post and that was all I initially planned to do, but then I came up with more and more ideas and before I knew it the AU got fucking SECOND PLACE IN THE TMNT AU COMPETETION!? HELLO?? Yeah turns out people like my silly little AU, to this day I'm constantly blown away with all the positivity I recieve from this fandom and it means the world to me ueueueu 😭💕

I've made quite a few TSAU comics over the year, but the first TSAU comic I made that was longer than just a page or so was the Cell Talk comic and it still holds a special place in my heart for that reason. (Also it's where the whole bit about TSAU!Leo being a huge Shadow fanboy originated from so that's awesome)

There's also a certain project I've participated in and made art for that I'm really excited to show you guys, but I'm not really supposed to talk about that yet so uhhhhhh 🤫 you guys are just gonna have to wait for that one lol. Either way, I'm proud of myself for being being part of that :D

2 - OKAY ENOUGH ABOUT ME, time to give some other people the spotlight!!

First of all, special shout out to anyone who has made fanart of my AU, I love love LOVE you so much!!! 💕

The art that the other participants of the tmnt fashion competition made was also absolutely amazing, that event was so fun!! Kat especially, she totally deserved that win her art was so good!

I've been a fan of the Empyrean Weeping AU by cupcakeslushie for a while now, but it's just been getting better and better, the recent comics for the AU have really been absolutely fantastic, I adore the art and story!!

I've been absolutely obsessed with The Canary Continuity fic series by qolden recently it's driving me insane. Donnie is one of my favorite characters ever which means that of course like any normal person I love seeing him suffer! :D I was actually a bit worried that the story was gonna be a bit too angsty for me when I read the tags, but turns out it was just the right amount angst for me, and also it's gonna get a happy ending which is great, so yeah I'm having an absolute blast reading it!

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: August 21

Now that the busytimes are over, I just desperately wanted to get back to the fic world. And I may have binged a little. No punishments plz. I have a lot of catching up to do.

Also dang, there's a lot of Jack this time around. There must be whiskey in the water...

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation fic

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JOEL MILLER

Kindred Spirits by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 It's Anne of Green Gables, but with Ellie and Joel. Really, y'all, this one caught me in my chest and had me tearing up more than once watching Joel come back to life for the love of a new daughter. My heart!!!!!

Surrender Chapter 10 and Chapter 11 by @ezrasbirdie So now we've gotten to the end of Kin and I'm still tense about Joel and Ellie even if I understand that their story will lead them back to Jackson. But now I'm just worried about Daisy. She's so vulnerable, so convinced that love is an accident or will always be so fragile and fleeting, I'm so afraid she'll run from it before she has a chance for it to really sink in. I just want to smoosh her and never let her go.

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EZRA

Taking Root by @the-blind-assassin-12 This short story takes place in an existing Ezra storyline, but you don't need to know that series to appreciate this fluffy bit of lovely, heartwarming give and take between Ezra and Cee as they make a gift for someone they love and care for.

E is for Exhibition by @butchmandalorian 🪐 Pro dom!Ezra is back, my beloved, and this time it's sex in a movie theater. He is such a menace and loves his work so much. I really wish the man was real. I am not a BDSM girl, but there's just something about butchmandalorian's Ez that gets me in all the right places.

Kinktober in June: Focus by @leslie-lyman Holy balls, y'all. This is mesmerizing in every single sense of the word: a little hypno-kink will do ya. Even without his arm and his humanity, Ezra still has many skills. The ability to manipulate and get what he wants. A silken voice. Patience. And apparently, that's all you need too.

E. - "Are you sure you're ready for this?" by @missredherring A drabbled writing exercise wherein Miss Red takes the prompt out of the smut box and into a softer place. Which is totally my jam.

Miles and Time by @never--doubt 🪐 Have I said yet how much I love Ezra? Or soulmates? I've never seen this mechanic before--the one where you have numbers on your wrist counting down the distance between soulmates. I love it. There's a lifetime of angst, but man, Ezra's worth the wait.

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JACK DANIELS

Draft Release: Dial Up the Jack, Dim the Whiskey by @artemiseamoon 🪐 You know, I had the same reaction to Jack that OFC Bria does here. Initially, I thought he was ridiculous and full of ego, not worth losing my heart to. But she gets to see the Jack that's deep down inside that Whiskey persona and...well...never say never.

untitled by @brandyllyn Hi would you like to be punched in the heart with just 600 words? Why don't you read what happens when Jack comes back from taking another bullet to the skull? I feel like this could be the prologue to a story that could end up so so sweet...but damn, that last sentence is a doozy.

Saying I Love You With Flowers by @songsformonkeys 🪐 I'm not really a flower person myself, but if I was getting them from y crush constantly, I could be converted real fast. Is there anything as lovely as when Jack's both a scamp and a gentleman all at once? He's the master at it and I am a puddle at his feet.

How Wrong You Are by @haylzcyon A short and sweet piece wherein Jack professes his care in the aftermath of a sketchy getaway. Haylz is never over-saccharine, but hits all the notes just right, just like a damn fine Whiskey indeed.

Bangathon: Position: Kneeling Reach Around (with Marcus Pike) and Position: 69 by @prolix-yuy My goodness, LJ is great at the smut and I love how she writes Jack. He's a confident lover, putting the object of his affection exactly where he needs them...and where they will soon understand they need to be. He may go after what he wants, but he never pushes too hard and always makes sure it's what they really want. I would 100% want to be in this man's mustachio'ed embrace. Yee-effin-haw.

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

Music Box: Prologue by @beecastle Aw yeah, we're getting Little Mermaid AU! This is a quick prologue setting us up for wanting more--both in terms of story AND in terms of the reader character wanting to learn more about humans. I'm hoping there's a certain sweet human in her eyeline soon....

To Your Rescue by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 Oh to be in the employ of Javi Gutierrez. To have his attention, his yearning looks, his protection. Really, my favorite thing would be to fall asleep watching movies with him...and you'll get that here too.

Litha by @grogusmum 🪐 Javi and his beekeeper girl are sweet as honey and I'm not gonna shy away from saying so. I love that he appreciates her taking an interest in his hobbies and family celebrations and shows that he cares for her interests by helping her celebrate a sweet Midsummers!

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MARCUS MORENO

Taste by @@radiowallet I generally don't read Marcus but I will always ALWAYS make an enthusiastic exception for Cat's Marcus. He is a true hero, both sweet and confident, pulled so ardently by his needs but really getting off on saving the day for you. And, of course, there's Cat's style of writing which is song in itself. If anyone can make me fall in love with period sex, it's her, it's Marcus, it's this sweetly smutty fic in all its soft, yearning glory.

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TIM ROCKFORD

First Mistake by @hopeamarsu 🪐 I am really delighted by this little character study. Hopes took what we see in the trailer and turned it inward, focusing on Tim's physical sensations and trains of thought. The way he registers the take-out he's eating, how he craves the whiskey in his desk drawer, his frustration as he looks at the clue board trying to make that crucial connection. It's a beautiful little piece, simple and yet full of so much.

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PERO TOVAR

untitled by @writeforfandoms I am such a sucker for Jen's modern-not-modern Pero. He is learning, but still such a menace and a hedonist that I can't help but giggle at him and adore him in equal measure. I love when his puppydog nature rears its head like it does here as he tries to keep his reader all to himself on a nice picnicy day...

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JAVIER PEÑA

The Third Date by @lowlights What Laura has done here is pretty much described my perfect third date with Javier. I mean, it's Javi being soft, giving his attentions, doing soft naughty things in public. But even more than that, it's tacos, y'all. Sign me up.

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DIN DJARIN

Year of Small Joys: Stargazing by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 I love that Lyr is focusing on small joys. It's totally my jam to see my favorite characters just having a moment of peace or happiness, just to see their reaction to something I find lovely or to hear their thoughts about something I'd never stopped to notice. This time it's Din and stars, which really should be old hat for him. But he still finds a beauty in stargazing...

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OBERYN MARTELL

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #8: Oberyn Martell - Apology Kiss / Jealous Kissing by @something-tofightfor I might be living for this modern AU playboy Oberyn and his proclivity to be vulnerable in my presence, to open up and be real when hurt feelings are on the line. He did wrong, but I think he'll make up for it, and boy howdy do I want to be on the receiving end of that.

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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

OBI-WAN KENOBI

A Chance Taken by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 I know that Obi-Wan has his duty, but wouldn't it be nice if he always harbored feelings and had plans to settle after the war? This one is living that dream....I wants it.

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BOROMIR

The Advice of Hobbits by @ironmandeficiency I mean, nobody should take advice from Merry and Pippin. And so it goes without saying that nobody should take love advice from Merry and Pippin. Ever. Poor Boromir. But I'm not gonna lie. The results are pretty cute.

[madameaug]

Hey girl I'm sorry but I can't help but have teaser constantly on my mind it's so good.

The amount of times I've reread it it's insane😭😭

But just let me vent a little can't keep it to myself😭😭 like let's say you were too right part 2 right(hopefully and patiently waiting) I don't think it would be fair for jennette to give another chance. Because what do you mean it's taking 6+ years for you know if it's the right time when is it going to be the right to you.

He's just content with her being a baby momma and not more like come 6 whole years and you haven't asked the questions like what more does he need to know they have a whole ass baby 🙄

And a baby is more commitment than marriage like guys she moved across the globe for you and you still haven't asked her to be your wife naaah I can't side with Jungkook no matter how much I love him in this but no it's too much

They definitely just need to break up and she needs to move on with her life cause she deserves someone who is sure what he wants 6 months is more than enough to know if you want to marry that person like you can't get married even in 3 months eh🤣🤣🤣 I'm sorry I just keep on going but bare with me

So Jennette just needs to move on with her life and she can find someone who actually wants to spend forever with her cause even if he was to propose after the break it would be better because she brought it up not because I wanted to in the first place 🙂‍↕️

So Jungkook was just a chapter in there life but she needs someone else after she's healed and maybe get with like Jimin or taehyung or yoongi or jin I'm just saying like come on now girl please I need part 2 my life depends on it😭😭😭😭😭I'm not demanding it's a request please😭😭

How I'd love to get a reply from you and see what you think too

Hi Hi!

Wow tbh I didn't think anyone was re-reading my posts so that warmed my heart to hear <3 I totally agree, six years is a very long time. I wouldn't blame anyone for leaving a relationship that long, kid or not.

Yep yep yep, that 'shut-up' ring is spot on too. Although i doubt jungkook would want to shut her up, but it still gives the same vibes nevertheless.

I'll take your request :) Plus I have an unhealthy obsession with angst anyway, so it shouldn't take too long for me to drum up something. I'll be sure to tag you.

Thank you so much for reading !!!

[chaerins-world]

Enchanted to meet you

A Park Sunghoon fic.

Warnings: Female reader, terminal illness, mentioned impending major character death, might be a little sad at the beginning, mostly will be fluff

Not proofread!

A/N: If you couldn’t tell by now, I mainly write based on music, and mainly based on Taylor swifts music bc why not. So in honor of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version), here is a new Sunghoon fic based on Enchanted. Also I so totally planning on making an angsty part two of this based on Dear John (maybe it’ll be from Hoon’s pov) (also I’m not really good at angst but I can try)

Word Count: 1,180

I am awoken by a knock at my door. It is my father. He opens it with sad eyes. “Hello darling”, he says, “I’ve brought you breakfast”. “Thank you father, but I have no appetite”, I say weakly and give him a tired look. I watch as he sets the tray of porridge on my bedside table and backs out of the room with tears brimming his eyes.

It pains me to know how much this hurts him. To think how he has such a limited time left with his only daughter. My mother died during my delivery. It pains me to know that not only has my father lost the love of his life because of me, but he will also lose the only resemblance of her he has in his life.

I close my eyes and let out a deep breath as my head begins to ache. Though this time is not as bad as most. You see, when I was 14, the doctors discovered a tumor in my brain. As time passed, these headaches have been getting worse and worse. Most days they are unbearable, as if someone is constantly banging into my skull with a hammer. But today, I smile softly as it is simply no more than a dull ache. I know that I don’t have much longer, I know, my father knows. I’m honestly luck to have made it this far. Especially without the proper treatment. I think my father blames himself for this somehow. I thinks he blames himself for not bringing in enough money for me to receive proper care. But it’s not his fault, and I tell him that constantly.

I jump when I hear the door open again. “I’m sorry, my love”, my father says quietly, he must have sensed the headache by the look on my face. “It’s okay father.”, I say and smile weakly. He sits at the foot of my bed and says, “I have a surprise for you my dear.” I look at him expectantly as he stands again. He walks out of the room and comes back with the most beautiful gown I’ve seen in my lifetime. I gasp and stare at him with wide eyes. “Father, how did you afford this”, I ask astonished. “My darling I did not buy it. I’ve made it for you by hand.”, he says. I feel tears begin to pool as I slowly rose from my bed and wrap my arms around him.

“Come now,” he says as he wipes away his tears and leads me to the dressing room, “this is not the only part of this gift darling.” I give him a confused look. “What do you mean father?”, I ask. “I made this gown for you so that you could attend the princes ball tonight.”, he says and I stare at him wide-eyed. Attending a hall has always been my dream. “Thank you so much father”, I say as I begin to cry again. He gently embraces me once more and wipes my tears. “Nome of that now, you must get ready. The ball does start in 2 hours.”, he says and I gasp as I scramble to get dressed, pushing him out of the room as I do so.

I marvel at the gown once I have it on. It is truly the most beautiful piece of attire I have ever seen. I had no idea father could do handiwork like this. I turn to myself in the mirror. I had no idea I could look this beautiful.

As I arrive at the palace, I am nervous. I’ve never been this nervous before. I’m not sure why though, most girls walk into the princes ball looking for marriage, whether it be from the prince himself or from some other royal family. But for me, this is simply my dying wish. I walk through the entrance and to the top of the stairs that lead to the ballroom, heels clicking with each step. I stare at the large room, all filled with people. Women in some of the most beautiful gowns, men in their most dashing suits. I sigh as I feel the dull ache start to creep its way back into my head.

I put on a smile and walk down the steps. I hear the room go quiet save for the gentle music playing, and many sets of eyes are turned towards me. I blush slightly, not used to all the attention and continue to make my way downstairs and across the room.

Eventually, people return to dancing and chatting as they were, and I remain in my place at one of the tables. I stare down at the small plate of sweets I had picked for myself and think about just how happy I am. And how bittersweet this feeling is after all. After 18 long years I’m finally living my one true dream. And it’s all because I’m dying. I’m snapped out of my haze when I hear a someone clear their through with a tap on my shoulder.

I slowly turn to meet eyes with the person and it’s like the world has stopped. Suddenly, I no longer hear the music and chatter of the ballroom. The dull ache in my head starts to fizzle away and Is replaced by silence. I am absolutely enchanted by this man and by the looks of it, he is just as enchanted by me. He takes my hand with a smile and gives me a slight bow. “Prince Park Sunghoon, it is a pleasure to meet you milady.”, he says. “Y/N L/N”, I reply, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well.” He leans down and places a soft kiss the the top of my hand and a small blush makes its way over my face. “May I have this dance?”, he asks and extends his hand in my direction. I smile and take his hand.

We dance for hours on end, laughing and smiling. We even talked while dancing. I got to know him, and all the little things like his favorite color, his favorite food and all kinds of other things. And he got to know mine. Now I know this seems fast but, I think I truly love this man. And as the night closed, he did something that truly surprised me.

After our final dance, Prince Sunghoon grabbed both my hands and stared deeply into my eyes, an expression of pure and utter love reflecting into my own. Slowly he bent to one knee, and said “Y/N L/N, I may have only met you at the beginning of the night, but I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand lifetimes. You truly are the most amazing and kind woman I have ever met. Will you make time the happiest man alive and be my bride?”, he asks. I let out a small gasp before my eyes well with tears. “Yes, a thousand times yes”, I answer and pull him up to wrap my arms around his neck.

The end~

I kinda rushed it a little at the end bc I got distracted and lost my train of thought 😞

Anyways I fully plan on making the part two as of now. It will probably be in sunghoons pov and will follow up on the whole “I know I don’t have much longer” aspect of it.

Anyways, it kinda sucks but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little! Have a good day <3

Love,

chaerin <3

[alexdelray1]

Miles 42 x F Reader

Attention! Angst! Death and other events occurring in Marvel.

I recently watched Avatar. This new part and this part from 2009. Awesome and now I want to be blue and be at least 2 meters high. And I want to say that each of the earth numbers used is not accidental.

I feel like a win when I lose.

-Who are you to me anyway?- Miles asked me.

-Your girlfriend on Earth 42, but don't worry. Miles from the dimensions above the earth 1000 are not my type. - I replied with a laugh during the last sentence, looking at Gwen apologetically.

How are you girls, guys and non-binaries? Here is your favorite and unique Spider-Girl not in her universe! My name is Reader Hardy and at the beginning my destiny on Earth 42 was to be Black Cat, but after an incident where there was no hero there, I had to give up being a hot cat. It's a pity, but at least girls are constantly attracted to me, not to mention boys. Supposedly, I'm a normal teenager who goes to Visions school, listens to Ayesha Erotica, Rihanna, Lady Gaga and Gwen Stefani, but at night and sometimes during the day I am the iconic Spider-Girl. And you can ask. Why Spider-Girl and not Spider-Woman? While thinking about my identification name, I realized that for now I see myself as more of a girl than a woman. Okay, we have to stop this monologue.

-Really?”-Miles asked.

-Yes. Men below 1000 Earth are mostly hotter. - I replied and took off the mask. We're at HQ and Gwen is giving Miles a little tour.

-No, it's not about that. I'm your boyfriend on Earth 42?- he asked, surprised.

-Buddy, by this logic you are someone's boyfriend on every earth. For example, on Earth 8, you are Gwen's husband. That's how it works. For example, I'm dating Peter on earth 901220. And, for example, our Peter is with Mary Jane on earth 616B.- I explained to him.

-Doesn't that make you feel a little weird?- Miles asked me with a grimace.

-Only a little, but it's not that bad. For example, we won't have such an attitude because my Miles is your opposite. Literally. - I wanted to reduce the tension.

-That's true. Once Reader showed me a picture of him and he's a total geek and you're a nerd. - Gwen laughed.

-Seriously...! Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to sweep up. There will be a canon event soon. - I said and opened a portal to my earth.

-Wait! Canon what?- Miles asked.

-Gwen will explain!- I said and entered the portal.

I found myself in an alley next to the police station and everything.

I closed the portal and put on the mask. Thanks to my nets, I jumped onto the police station building. Nice view. It's already evening which means my shift starts now. Why should I sit at the police station? After all, the American police will shoot me and maybe my mother will.

I swinged (I don't know what to call it) to the building opposite and was about to swing somewhere else but I heard an explosion and screams coming from the police station. Oh no. Please, I beg you not.

My reaction was quick and in a few seconds I was already in the ruins of the previous building.

I saw the bodies of policemen and policewomen. I quickly picked up the four bodies and set them down far away from the building, and did this a few more times. My mother was nowhere to be found. I moved the bodies that I could get out a little further away from the living. I heard sirens. Police from another station, many ambulances and the fire brigade will be here soon. Wait what's that?

-Reader....Reader......- I heard groans from under the rubble. I quickly pushed them away and saw my mother whose legs were now just a memory. The only thing that kept her alive was that the large stone on her legs stopped some of the bleeding.

-Ma!... Mrs. Hardy!- I said and crouched down next to her.

-Spider-Girl? Please, please tell me, is my daughter safe? - my mother asked me.

-Your daughter is safe because she is right here.- I replied with tears in my eyes.

-Reader? I could have guessed. The secrets, the oddities, the excuses. Reader, please. Let me see your face one last time.- my mother said. No one could see us through the rubble and smoke. I took off my mask. My face didn't look good at all. Tears and bulging eyes.

-My brave daughter became a hero. What a pity that I won't be able to see your next actions. - Mom smiled weakly.

-You will see. The rescuers will come for you soon and everything will be fine.- I said with false hope.

-Reader remember, with great power comes great responsibility.- Her eyes had no life left in them, she didn't move.

-No, no, no.... MOM! - I put on the mask and stood up, the services started searching the area for more victims.

-Here!- I shouted and when they started getting closer, I left.

I ran into my room and quickly changed into my normal clothes. I couldn't stand it and fell to the floor crying.

After a while, Miles ran into my room, but when I first looked at him, it looked like he was happy about something earlier, but when he saw me, his smile disappeared.

-Reader! What happened? - Miles asked me and knelt down next to me. I couldn't answer. The TV in my room was showing the news.

-Ladies and gentlemen. Today at 7:25 p.m. a police station in Brooklyn exploded. 20 people died and 15 were injured. The dead were Carl Grayson, Mark Smith, Jannie Queen, Camila Hardy.... the serial criminal Prowler was seen at the scene. It is believed that he is the reason and culprit of the massacre... - I didn't listen anymore.

-Prowler, he killed my mom.- I somehow managed to say.

-Wait, doesn't your mom work at the 99th Precinct in Brooklyn?- Miles asked me.

-No, Miles, she worked on the one that's in ruins because of that son of a bitch. - Miles didn't tell me anything. I looked to the side at something glowing purple under his coat.

-Miles, where were you then? - I asked him, looking into his eyes.

-Ummm, at home.- he replied, avoiding eye contact.

-You're lying.- I said and got up and he immediately followed me.

-Not at all.- he said, trying not to avoid eye contact.

-You're a Prowler... How could you?! I trusted you! - I started screaming and crying.

-It's not like that! I didn't want to kill your mother.- Miles tried to explain.

-You wanted to kill everyone! You knew this would happen! I hate you! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! - I screamed.

-Reader!- Miles took a step back.

-Go away! I do not want to know you! The only reason I'm letting you go innocent now is because Spider-Girl will take care of you! And God knows if you try to talk to me again, I'll break your neck.- I threatened him. Miles left my apartment with a serious expression on his face.

I sat on the bed and the tears flowed mercilessly. I looked at my 'watch'.

"Canon event completed"

[partrin]

Hello! For the choosing violence ask game: 8, 10, and 16?

omg hiiii!!! okay this is gonna be interesting. questions are from this post!

#8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

that haru doesn't or very rarely curses. when he's written in fics and he curses, it's often written like it's an anomaly, or just something he does during sexy time. but i would go as far as to say he probably curses more than rin does; you just don't see it because he keeps shit to himself.

i can totally see him preparing dinner, accidentally cutting himself with the knife and muttering a string of expletives to himself. or him saying shit along the lines of kutabare (fuck you) or shinjimae (go to hell) or even damare konoyarou (stfu you bastard) to rin as they playfully banter. or maybe even while he games and loses (i somehow have the inkling that when it comes to gaming, haru can be quite the rage quitter/sore loser. and makoto would be there to like, help him de-escalate.)

we've seen glimpses of how, in their younger years, makoto had to often remind haru to speak politely. and hence... y'know.

ALSO!!!!! in those angel/demon fics, rin is often written as the demon but!!!! i actually think him being the angel and haru being the demon makes more sense??? especially in those angel/incubi fics in particular. 'cause metaphorically speaking, haru is the type that needs to feed off people's energy in order not to "die." like how he feeds off rin's infectious, grandiose dreams before he can find his own, or how he gave in to nagisa's idea of starting the swim club. haru the incubi. nice ring to it.

#10: worst part of fanon

this question is kinda similar to the first. but here's what i think—the fact that sousuke is often written as this massive, constantly stormy character is?? so ?????? i say this because i see the potential for him to actually be a huge joker lmao. or a somewhat flirty, sarcastic asshole (affectionately).

like, imagine the banter he has with rin in private. remember how he teased rin about how he can see why rin admires haru so much? that rin is so enamoured with haru......'s swimming? imagine that but like, 29263726x more intense in private. and remember that episode where rin is packing for australia after his third year of high school and sourin come across momo's weird insect book and sousuke jokes about giving it away or some shit???? and he actually laughs? the man is not as brooding and angry all the time as fanon suggests.

i mean, yeah, this isn't exactly the worst thing about fanon, but it's the only thing that came to mind.

#16: you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

everyone has a right to like the things they like, but i personally (this is so hypocritical of me) find the slow burn friends to lovers trope SO BORING. i mean, yeah, it's sweet and all, but c'mon. give me major angst. give me rivals that hate each other's guts realising they'd mistaken their deep-rooted admiration and love and obsession for hatred and jealousy and murderous intent. give me "you better not die or else i'll kill you myself" type romance. give me "i'll burn myself to ashes to keep you warm" type of love.

friends to lovers is like, the most anticlimactic trope ever i'm sorry.

but i'm probably saying all this because i reaaaaaally like reading angst and plot twists soooo.

thanks for the asks! ❤️

[lycheecreature]

hrhnghgggg vent 👎 don't read this unless ur ready for giant block of whining. tldr:

I literally feel soooo guilty complaining abt this esp cause I've def done it already in different terms but it's been boiling for so long idk I need to like :/ break it down a little I guess. same shit different day etc etc

I feel like its really fucking with me that as I make larger steps to actually,,, have coherent story content I keep getting excited to share stuff and then I end up super disappointed and fucking embarrassed when it totally flops 💀 esp when I was gonna try and share more of my writing and?? I know I'm not entitled to anyone's time or interest but even friends never got back to me on it and it's like,, yeah realistically I didn't expect everyone to give detailed feedback or even read it necessarily bc yeah ppl are busy I get it and i dont wanna blame anyone,, it's just the fact that I struck out every. single. time!?? Couldnt even get a single one? Even if it was negative feedback, at least I'd have some idea of what I might need to work on.

Now I'm even more self concious about sharing it than I was before, and I don't even know what it is that I'm embarrassed about other than a nebulous sense of "bro nobody cares." And yea i probably *should* try to promote it more! Except now i feel awkward and shameful and concieted for it! But again I don't want to guilt anyone bc its not like,, the fault of any specific person. On an individual level I get stuff slips by and ppl have plenty of their own shit going on, I've def done the same. Plus, if someone was gonna read my stuff, I'd want it to be bc they wanted to and not bc I heckled them into it yknow :/ just makes me sad

Then of course I get super fucking jealous of everyone else who does actually does get praise and attention which also makes me feel like a horrible person. I know part of it is just that I don't have the best social skills (to put it lightly) but mannn. The more this happens to me over and over again the less motivated I feel to try and start conversations. I'm getting real weird and paranoid over it, and it's getting worse the longer I don't talk about it while simultaneously reaffirming my belief that there is no one for me to talk to. Regardless of if that's even fucking true. And because I am Too Sad, I hardly even have the energy to hold a normal fucking conversation.

Idk, I felt like I had a similar dumb angst during artfight. And artfight wasn't even bad for me, esp compared to like the first year i did it when hardly anyone I attacked even acknowledged that I'd done so 🫠 ofc this is 100% *not* the fault of the ppl I attacked!! I had fun interacting w everyone and seeing their stuff! But I was kinda sad that I initiated everything except for an attack from one random person who doesn't follow me. Its like,, I absolutely do not ever expect to be first on anyone's list, but damn I was hoping I could at least be like... eighth or something??( <- petty ass baby complaint. )

Literally the only conclusion I can come to is that I need to train myself better to Never Expect Anything. I'm actually so terrified that I must obviously be an entitled egocentric asshole for getting crazy over this. God. Idk my real life is already very pathetic and lonely rn and I am constantly deeply ashamed of myself for not being better. Can't even blame The Autism for this shit bc apparently so many of the people who are actually able to foster communities also have The Autism. It's literally just a Me problem.

To be clear, I still very much enjoy making things and my little story and I'd be making the things regardless of if I posted them or not so I might as well try to share them. And I'm wellllll past expecting to ever be majorly successful as an artist or anything. Everything's just been making me feel bad lately. Been writing a bit again and I'm glad for that, but then whenever I'm getting too excited about it I have to stop myself and be like "hey man don't get your hopes up. no one's gonna be that into it." I have to remind myself like yeah I knowww it's not marketable it doesn't have everyone's favorite tropes and character archetypes. Even if *i* constantly seek out unusual content I am definitely *not* representative of the general media consuming populace or the art community or the oc community. And i will not fucking change anything just to be more palatable for Consumers. Just wish I wasn't soooo lonelyyyyyyy. Or that I could at least get an idea of what I'm missing here.

Uhhh on the off chance you did read this whole thing PLEASE PLEASE DO NOT FEEL BAD OR GUILTY FOR ANYTHING ABOUT ME I am very mentally ill. idk maybe its the daylight savings. sad ant with bindle dot jpeg.

[lidiasloca]

Ok this one of my ideas not sure if I have actually read it before or if it was a fever dream. Az has a girlfriend/ mate that the inner circle hasn’t met before.she works with marja as a high and has maybe other powers I don’t know. I have 2x options in which to take this idea. 1. Azzy gets very hurt on a mission and his brought to you to fix him. Very emotional IC and reader. They save him blah blah. 2. Some of the healers are working on so far out town. Az was cutie and like don’t go. She was like boo you go all the time I going to help people. Love you be back soon. But while they are there they are kidnapped by someone ( you pick). Word gets back to Marja who tells Rhys and Az happens to be there. Az freaks out when he hears our name on the list of miss. Blah blah.

totally cool if you don’t wanna use. It is just an idea.

azriel being worried about you going on a mission

azriel x reader

a/n: i ain't really not for angst these days, so i only took the beginning of your second idea, hope u dont mind :)

“You will not go,” Azriel sates, and his voice is so commanding and serious you stop in your tracks. 

“Azriel, we’ve been through this. I’m a healer. This is my job.”

“No, your job is to heal people being safe,” he explains as if you were stupid. You know he means well, but you are growing more irritated by the moment. “Your job is not putting your life in danger.”

“Well, saving lives in the middle of a war comes obviously with my life being in danger.”

Giving him your back, you continue packing all you need for the journey. You hear his footsteps getting closer, then his hand is on your back, gently stroking. “Y/N. Please,” and it sounds enough of a plea for you to turn and face him. 

“Azriel, you constantly put yourself in danger. Almost everyday I have to see you leave to work, with no assurance you will come back.”

His eyes drop to his feet in defeat. “I know, and I know it’s not fair for me to ask you this. But - I simply don’t care.”

He watches you again, a spark of confidence and hope settles in his eyes. “I cannot risk loosing you, and the risk of loosing you is higher than yours is to lose me on a mission.”

When he catches your frown, he adds, “You must give me this; I know how to defend myself better than you in the battlefield.”

You let out a soft chuckle, the seriousness of before fading a bit as a timid smile blooms on his face.

But your mind is made up. “Azriel,” you sigh. “I must go still.”

His lips close to a thin line, worry back in his face. He takes your hands in his scarred ones. You are to hear his angry pleads again, but to your surprise, he simple answers, “Alright.”

You open your eyes wide in astonishment. “Alright?”

Your mate grins before adding, “Alright.” And that grin means two things. Trouble, or planed trouble. 

“What is your mind up to, Az?” you ask accusingly, as if he was no more than a kid planing mischief. 

His grin grows more teasing. “Nothing, nothing,” he says as he turns to your travel trunk, putting things. His things. “It’s just that I'm going with you.”

“What?”

“What?” he says, totally unfazed by the situation. “You need protection. I want to know you are safe. You are no good with a sword, yet excellent healing people. I’m quite good with a sword. I think it’s a perfect plan.”

“You miss that Rhys has assigned you a mission in the Spring Court. Tomorrow.”

He looks at you, looking at you as if what you’ve said it’s dumb. “I don’t remember that.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Love,” he says, and his voice is serious again. “Please. I beg you, don’t make me suffer like this. Let me accompany you. I will talk to Rhys and he will understand. He knows how terrible it is to know your mate is in danger, no mater how strong or brave she is. And you are, but I am not strong enough to spend every second of the following days not knowing if you are safe.”

You sigh, now you are defeated. “Alright.” He smiles triumphantly, so you are quickly to add sternly, “But no scaring anyone that comes near me, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” and he has that teasing smirk on his face again. 

-Charcaters by Sarah J Maas

azriel masterlist

and you can also request any fic idea you have through my inbox so i can write it down :)) i much appreciate requests for azriel and other acotar characters

[theheelerbooklifereads]

Rating: 5/5 Stars Summer was kicked out from Brown University due to burning down her sorority house…by accident. Her father pulled some strings for her so she could finish out her junior and senior year at Briar U. The only problem is the sorority will not take her and now she has nowhere to live. But her brother Dean knows some of his old hockey buddies need a fourth roommate since he moved out and graduated. Now Summer is living with three hot dudes and has feelings for one of them. Fitzy (Colin) is a hockey player and a huge nerd. He has feelings for Summer, but she is too much for him. Can these two fight their feelings or will they give in?

The Chase is like the first love you ever had. Just imagine how you felt when you first fell in love and amplify it for this book. That's how I felt, and I just could not get enough of this book.

The Chase is a book that took me less than 48 hours to read and honestly, I have not read a book that fast in a very, very long day, which makes me feel proud of myself.

There is a Spotify playlist for the Briar U/Off Campus series (literally is the playlist title) and I typically only listen to instrumental music when reading but this playlist was everything. It amplified the emotions of this book, made it more fun, and just made you really feel like you were the one falling in love. It was amazing.

When I first started reading this book, I got to say that Summer was giving me major Alexis Rose vibes from Schitt's Creek. As the book went on you really see Summer for who she really is and see a growth in her. Fitz calls Summer fluff in the beginning of the book and I honestly think we see Summer super shallow in the first few chapters because we are supposed to view her as Fitz would.

Speaking of Fitz, I really enjoyed him for being a hockey player and a nerd. I like that he is not the typical jock stereotype and is more realistic.

This book is filled with so much angst that it is so good. It does take a while for them to get together, but the tension, the banter, and the angst was perfection.

The Chase does touch on ADHD and learning disabilities. Summer has ADHD and it affects her with writing assignments since she cannot express herself when writing. She is constantly struggling with focus and hyper. I for one have ADHD and can relate somewhat to her. I noticed she had a lot of squirrel moments, and I was like that's me! I personally have never had issues with organizing essays/papers in high school or college like Summer does, but I used to outline my papers differently than my peers just like Summer does. Summer will color code her info and lay them out on a floor to visualize the structure of the paper. For me I would look up my information and copy and paste the information with the website url into a different word document. I would then have the page pulled up while writing the paper and color code the information to know if I used it and what paragraphs it was in, but I would be paraphrasing/putting it in my own words then doing citations. So, I totally get Summer when it comes to organizing papers or homework differently since outlines for me were hard to do since my brain works so differently.

Something to take not of is that there are some triggers such as sexual assault so please take care when reading this book.

The tropes you can expect are: opposites attract, grumpy x sunshine, not like the other girls, not like the other guys, friends' brother, sports romance, college romance, kind of forced proximity, misunderstandings (it is not that bad since I hate the miscommunication trope, but this was written well), and no 3rd act break up.

Be prepared for a lot of laughs and some football players twerking in bathing suits (some in speedos may I add) at one point in the book. This was just a fun read and I think a lot of people will enjoy it. If you ever read anything by Erin Watt, you will like this book because for those who do not know: Elle Kennedy is a part of the Erin Watt writing duo.

[jeonqkooks]

strictly platonic | jjk (teaser)

READ THE FULL FIC HERE. posted 17.07.22

Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/warnings: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating(ish) au, pining!, fluff, angst, smut

release date: TBD. hopefully by the beginning of july

word count: 788 for the teaser (final word count should be at least 10k, we shall see)

note: posting the teaser to actually put some pressure on me to finish this fic instead of letting it collect dust among my wips. also can y’all tell that i got lazy with the banner lol 😭

— if you’d like to be tagged when the fic gets released, go here and fill out the form ♡

Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.

He’s very loud, and has absolutely zero subtlety. He’s competitive—perhaps to an alarming extent—and chews with his mouth open sometimes. He’s way too stubborn for his own good and would rather eat soap than admit he’s in the wrong. He’s childish and full of pride at the same time, which is always a combination for disaster.

He can be selfish though he doesn’t mean to; maybe it’s just a side effect of being an overgrown baby. He needs to cuddle when either of you sleeps over, or else he gets agitated and won’t stop whining until you slot yourself into his side.

Jungkook hogs the blanket. He forces you to go on 6AM runs with him. He thinks everything you own is also his by extension, but not vice versa. He constantly blasts music while you’re trying to study, and only turns it down a couple notches when you threaten to tell his mom about that time he was in middle school and broke one of her precious vases, but somehow managed to pin it on the dog.

Despite all that, Jungkook is very charming, effortlessly so. Ever since he had that growth spurt at 14, girls started flocking to his side and vying for his attention, and surprisingly, his previously quiet self morphed into someone more confident and outspoken.

Throughout high school and now halfway into university, Jungkook has become the person that guys wanted to be, and girls wanted to be with.

He looks as if Apollo had descended from the heavens and made himself home among mere mortals. With fluffy dark hair, sparkly Bambi eyes, a jawline that can cut glass, and a well-toned body underneath his oversized hoodies, he’s the textbook definition of “boyfriend material”. Wherever he goes, Jungkook just exudes that charisma that makes people stop and say, “Wow. That. I want that. Where do I get myself someone like that? Do they sell them on Amazon?”

He’s smart in that casual and infuriating way where he still manages to ace all his classes without ever really trying. All his professors adore him even though he’s almost always late to class and hands in his assignments at least a few days after the submission deadline without giving any kind of notice or excuse.

Jungkook seems like the total package—someone that mothers would love to call their son-in-law. (But, not everyone is privy to all his flaws like you are.)

And if all of that isn’t enough to knock the pants off of every wide-eyed college-aged girl, he’s a Fine Arts major who looks like he came straight out of a Pinterest moodboard, who wears a pair of those thin-rimmed glasses in class that always makes the TA just a little distracted. Who carries around a leather-bound journal wherever he goes like he’s a Shakespearean protagonist, just in case inspiration strikes and he needs a place for his sketches. It’s the journal that you saved up for three months to get him as a high school graduation gift, but also the very same one that everyone on campus daydreams about having a page dedicated to them in it.

There are, however, a couple of downsides to having godly looks and being the campus heartthrob.

You reckon this inconveniences you more than it does him. You can’t recall how many girls have come up to you for advice on how to approach him. Or how many love notes you’ve been asked to pass since ninth grade, only for him to skim and toss them.

(Jungkook doesn’t actually throw them away; he just never responds to any of them, thereby bestowing upon you the honor of watching smiles drop from eager lips when you regurgitate the same lines of “Sorry, he’s not looking to date right now” to his admirers.)

The attention gets to his head sometimes, but at least he’s never contracted the same asshole disease that guys get whenever someone throws a couple of looks their way.

You’re his messenger of heartbreak, as he once so annoyingly called it. It helps that he’s your best friend, and you make him treat you to a nice meal after each time. If it happens to be someone especially persistent who would constantly badger you unless you gave them his phone number, he would throw in five extra coffees for all your troubles.

What doesn’t make it easier, though, is the fact that you’re also one of those lovestruck girls whose hearts he breaks on a daily basis, but you’ll never let him in on that little secret.

You’ve known him nearly all your life, and you’ve been in love with him for half that time.

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means.

[takenbyheartstrings]

HELPING THE ENEMY.

summary: Marc is hunting you down... and yet when it comes time to kill you. He doesn't want to.

pairing: marc spector x tomb raider!fem!reader

warnings: slight angst and fluff.

word count: 1.6k

Grunting, your fingers hold onto the ice-picks as you pull your body up. Your grunt is not missed, and your body is starting to hurt, but the adrenaline is the only thing keeping you going in the tough of the warm cave. You’re sweating and you can’t seem to help it. You’re so close to that artifact and your walkie-talkie isn’t connected... you’re too far below ground. You’ve got people on you too. People that are after you. In particular, you’ve got Marc Spector after you – one of the most notorious assassins and mercenaries out there. You finally get to the top, flopping on your back, coughing up the dirt of the cave.

Your tank top is dirtied brown and your cargo pants too. You’ve got a gash in your side that cuts through your tank tops. Because two would protect you, you thought. Your boots are soaked with water and your hair is wet. You’ve been through hell, and you just needed a minute to lay down. You’re still alert; hand on gun. Pickaxe still in hand. You’re not letting go of your weapons. No way.

You sit up and you meet eyes with him. The man who is here to kill you. Will he succeed? You’re not totally sure. He would’ve killed you by now if he wanted to. You take your gun out of its holster and run forward, your fist tries to connect with his face, but he dodges and then your gun tries to hit his head and he dodges again. He tries the same, but you end up dodging it too.

You’re panting – your stamina is letting up for a short moment. Before you build it back, and you’re a little too late as he grabs your waist and tackle him to the ground, “Shit.” You mutter, he’s pinned you down and you look into his eyes, “Just do your job, please.”

“That willing to give up?” Marc questions, “Put your gun down.”

“No! Why would I do that?”

“Put your gun down.”

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already.”

“So, would I. Now, put your gun down.”

You give in and let go of your gun, your pickaxe lays on the other side of the room. You let go of your breath, “Look, I’m just trying to get this artifact... I don’t know why so many people want me dead. So just do us all a favour.” You say softly.

Marc can see it in your eyes, how you’re so tired of this. How you’re so over being chased. He looks down at your side and sees the gash that sits in your side, Marc stands pulling you up with him, “Sit down.” He says quietly and you do as he says. You don’t know why you’re not fighting back. You don’t know why you don’t go straight for your gun and shoot him anyway.

Maybe he has a sixth sense. Maybe he’ll know. Maybe you... maybe you won’t die?

He pulls some medical stuff out of a pocket in his cargo pants, “I thought you were here to kill me?” You speak softly as he pulls up your shirt, making you groan.

He shakes his head, “Not today.” He says quiet, “Not today...”

“Why not?” You question through gritted teeth as he wraps you in bandage.

“Don’t feel like it.” He simply states.

You scoff, “Isn’t there a big bounty on my head you can earn?”

He sighs, “Yeah, but I’m not desperate.” He shrugs, finishing the wrap around your waist.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because I feel like it.”

“I’m not going to make myself easy to find.”

“You weren’t in the first place.”

“So why not just kill me now?”

“Do you want to die?” He raises his voice.

You shake your head, “No... I don’t... but it’s better than constantly running, is it not?” you question him, “It’s better than running from all these people and it’s my mistake because I was the one who accidently let out that I’d be looking for the Ushabti.”

He shakes his head, “They were keeping tabs on you long before that, they knew you would look for it... we just – they just didn’t know where.”

He hands you some water, “It’s not poisonous?” You question softly, you didn’t want to die. Not to something stupid like this.

He chuckles, “Do you see any other source of water?”

You shake your head, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He takes it from you and takes a sip himself to prove it. You take the bottle back and take a deep sip, “I don’t want to kill you.”

You look up at him, “Not because you just don’t feel like it?”

He shakes his head, “No... no... you’re too pretty. To kill.”

You scoff, “So if I was ugly, you would’ve killed me?”

He laughs shaking his head – you like his laugh, “No. I wouldn’t’ve... I only kill people who do the wrong things, and you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Ah, so you think you’re above your morals of killing people?” You question him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t take lives getting to where you are right now. Don’t act like you haven’t killed thousands of men. You are feared.” He speaks angrily, and he’s right.

“I did what I had to do to survive.”

“And what do you think I’m doing? If I don’t kill you. I die. That’s the deal I made.” He sighs, “They convinced me you were terrible.”

“I’m not.”

“I know.”

“Neither are you.”

“I am.”

You look up at him, “No. You’re not... you’ve had chance after chance to kill me. I could be a terrible person for all you know and maybe they’re right. But you’re letting me go. You’re letting me live.”

Marc looks deeply into your eyes and your stomach does a backflip. Maybe you’re hazy from the injury that sits in your side. Maybe you’re just smitten because he saved you or because he called you pretty. Not many people who are sent to kill you would just do that. But you sense that he’s different. That’s he’s got a rational side to him. There’s a scarf around his neck, but he is not dirty, and he is not wet. Not like you. He is not covered in dirt and sweat. He simply stands there clean. Probably taking the known course to this hell of a cave you’ve found yourself in. He stares into your eyes, and you can feel tears well up in his eyes. He knows what you’re feeling right now. That sense of relief.

As you look over his face and his perfect hair, you see a beautiful man. You see a man who is taken by his trauma. A man who is not his past mistakes and a man who just wants to be loved. You feel sorry for him. You feel sorry for everything that is him and you want to hold him. You want to put your hand on his face and tell him that everything will be okay.

... but he is supposed to be the enemy. You can’t do that. You cannot do any of that, simply because he was sent after you to commit crime and you are working for yourself. Committed to finding the Ushabti of the Egyptian God Ammit. So that you can destroy it. Let nobody else near her power.

“What do you want, Marc?” You ask him, “Why do you work for these people? Do you want Ammit to rule over everything and everyone? Do you want her to take everyone under her control. Judge everyone and determine their lives by the things they might do in the future? A future that is not set in stone. All I want is to destroy the Ushabti. All I want is to protect people.”

“I work for them because I owe them debts. I work for them. I work to kill because of the things that I have done in the past. Because of the things that bind me to them. I don’t want that either. But I have to fight for it because my life is on the line.”

“Or you could help me.” You say simply. Pressing your hand to his face like you had desired to do, “You could help me, and you can fight against them. Against the people that want to kill. You don’t have to be that person, Marc.”

He wants to flinch away from your hand, but it’s warm – there’s a connection that’s built between the two of you in these past few beats of a moment, in this past half of an hour. He can’t seem to pull himself out of your grasp.

Somehow, you can convince him that he is not terrible, and he’s only talked to you briefly, somehow... he feels like he can fight against them because of your words, because your words bring him comfort... more than anyone has in the longest in his life.

Carefully, he places his hand amongst yours, needing into its warmth. Even though there is dirt and blisters on your hand, he does not care. He just wants to feel your touch.

“If I help you... we would have to keep running, you’re tired of that.”

You chuckle, “Just because I’m tired of it, doesn’t mean it will stop.”

He nods, “Why do you want my help? You can ask anyone.”

“You spared my life. You are a renowned assassin and mercenary... and yet, I want your help not because of your skill... but because we want the same things.”

Marc feels needed by you. By the girl who raids tombs and caves. By the girl who is an archaeologist. By the girl who he knows so much about because they forced him to learn. Yet, she is not her past. He knows that and so do you. You are not the victims of the people you take the lives of – and neither is he. The two of you are similar.

The two of you are one in the same.

“Okay...” Marc says softly, “I’ll help you.”

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Would it be alright to request the same prompt; ‘Physically affectionate’ s/o / reader with Marcus?

Marcus w/ a Physically Affectionate

S/O (/Reader)

Content Tag(s): Fluff, Mentions of Violence

Paring(s): Marcus x Reader (Platonic to Romantic) Touch Deprived Marcus!!!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I totally forgot about adding Marcus and that makes me so sad. So here’s our beloved Marcus who deserved better. <3 Ignore any spelling mistakes! (Would’ve added Angst but I don’t want to make anyone too sad right now! :))

Based of this multi-character piece! <- Silco, Vander, Viktor and Jayce! 

(Made the gif myself. Ignore the bad quality!!)

Marcus is obviously not a good person and he knows that more then anyone.

He knows that the things he’s done and currently does is not the way of enforcement, nonetheless the way Grayson would lead them. Sure, he fought Grayson on the way she led the Enforcers, yet as he got older he understood why she did what she did.

Zander was the main pillar of Zaun, and the moment he fell the city needed another support. Due to the sudden drug that roamed the streets one pillar broke into multiple, Silco being the main of the operation. While Marcus is at the bottom of the food chain every time he goes down there.

He has been chained to the man for a while and had nothing to come with it. He couldn’t lie to anyone in Piltover about it either as Silco had probably solid proof of Marcus being a rat in the operation. With all of that, everything took a toll on him and his daughter.

The only way of he coped was by drinking and having as much bonding time as possible with his daughter. Yet, that only helped him so much.

It was weird the day you appeared. Marcus wasn’t planning on meeting Silco anytime soon so he had been assigned to have rounds around the Academy.

It was common for you to visit the Council with new ideas, which a majority of them needed to be accepted by them. Usually it wouldn’t be needed to be given a okay, but you weren’t a student at the academy. As you found this place too restricting and suffocating of your free will. After a year or so of back and forth, along with your obvious contribution to the academy, the Council finally accepted you to being an off campus inventor.

You were organizing your files while walking down the hall, occasionally glancing up to make sure you didn’t bump into any students or passerby’s. However, like many cliche meetings, you eventually did bump into someone, only catching the sight of their back before the collision.

Marcus was striding back, giving a small nod of acknowledgment to Jayce as he disappears around a corner. He could feel his heart nearly explode against his ribs, ever since Jayce was put on the Council, Marcus was nearly getting caught everyday. Due to his clouded mind and panicked state, he wasn’t able to turn around before he crashed into someone. His heavy figure sending them back with a couple clatters of their items.

He was quick to help you up, apologizing about his clumsiness. He’s never seen you around but you had caught his attention pretty quickly, your light laughter of embarrassment making him smile. He honestly didn’t know how to feel when you helped fixed his hair and hat, which he didn’t even know was a slightly messed up… Marcus could really only smile and laugh, sorta becoming an awkward mess at your kind actions. He’s never really been— treated nicely for a while, especially through touch.

As the days passed, the two of you started running into each other more. Literally. You constantly joking that it’s fate as you two help each other up, making sure to exchange a long conversation before separating. It felt normal until it seemed as if you got a bit comfortable around him.

He didn’t see it as a bad thing when your hands carefully fixed his suit and badge, still holding a conversation without much worry. However he thought he was gonna explode as he watched you… It made him feel like a teen, head over heels and your kind gestures weren’t helping him push down his light feelings.

You had started to take time out of your day to visit his office as well, always there to lend an ear to listen and a voice of advice. The liquor that he poured being long forgotten, condensation forming and rolling down by the hours of your conversations.

Overtime he throughly enjoyed and welcomed your touch, hands carefully fixing his attire as if it was going to be the last time you saw him… Maybe that’s why he liked having you around so much. You never took his time for granted and would never cause harm to him. Only there to lightly wipe away all the sick bruises and scars…

You can only imagine how he felt when Silco knew of your existence. That meeting? He swear he was going to strangle the man, even if it meant dying that day.

“You’ve been very— content, recently.”

Silco examined his cigar, only for his eyes to flicker up to the Enforcer who obviously changed his mood. His eyebrows lightly knitting together.

“I thought it was maybe you were finally submitting to your job with me. But, I was wrong.”

He lit the cigar, placing it between his lips as he grabs a photograph handed to him by Sevika. Marcus never knew his blood could run cold and hot as quickly as it did. The photo he showed him was of you, Marcus and his daughter. No doubt that you weren’t attractive, that photo really showing your delicate colors.

“They’re attractive, good with kids too… I can only-“

“You better not, Silco! I will kill you!”

Marcus slammed his hands on the desk, large hands quickly grabbing his shoulders to slam him back into his seat. But, it grew obvious that he was still trying to hold up to his word. Killing Silco. He will kill Silco if he took you.

His reaction only caused the man to laugh, abandoning the photo with a light toss. “You lost one lover, who am I to take this one?— Maybe I will if I feel like it, or you disobey me… Do you understand now?”

Marcus left that room with a quick grab of the photo, clear anger bubbling through his body the entire walk. He felt like an idiot for showing his weakness for you so quickly. He’d usually have his emotions under control, but— it was you. You were always the one who made his mind go on haywire and his happiness thud heavily through his chest. You were the Shimmer to him. Vibrant, colorful— addicting.

The whole way home he was in a quick pace, not sparing a glance at whoever or whatever he bumped shoulders with. He just needed to get home… Where you were- with his daughter… You were home. Yes.

The door nearly ripped off its hinges.

“[Y/N]?!— [Y/N]!”

His yell echoed through the house, his boots rushing upstairs.

Marcus was heading straight to the room, hell, he would’ve thrown that one open as well if it wasn’t for you coming out of it. Your hands light against his chest with a worried expression.

It was sudden when he embraced you. His arms secure around you with a sudden grasp of desperation, the unbalance causing you to be supported against the wall. Yet, as you processed everything, you hugged him back. You knew he had his secrets and that was all okay with you, so you hug. You hug him and make him feel safe enough to let his guard down.

It was new for him to start crying.

His light sobs being muffled by his desperation to keep quiet as he holds you tighter, wanting to be as close to you as possible right now. As he seemed your comfort you were careful to close the door, to make sure his daughter didn’t wake up. Then, with soft words and guidance, you led him to the bedroom.

Where you to quietly laid down, Marcus’ head against your chest to feel your heartbeat and listen to your humming.

You would’ve asked what happened in the morning, if only his daughter wasn’t between the two of you. His hand still tight on the hem of your shirt as he slept.

Eventually, he woke up and the both of you got up, tucking her into bed before the two of you went downstairs to talk. Usually, you’d sit across from each other, but you sat beside each other this time. One hand interlaced with his as the other soothed his hair.

Marcus didn’t tell you what happened exactly, so you resorted to simple comfort. You had him shower and change into more comfortable attire and he was attached to you again. Your fingers petting his head while your other hand rubbed circles on his back.

He was always in need of gentle love. However, he didn’t expect that yours, even if it was mostly friendly at first, would make him feel so loved and safe. If he was to ever lose his daughter, or you— hell, the both of you?—… He wouldn’t have anything to live for anymore. He’d be depressed and lonely.

Marcus is deprived of love and you were there to provide without a second thought. When you throughly developed feelings for him you truly understood everything. The desperation of each other and the need for touch to feel okay after a bad day.

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hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez. 

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

  his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

 ‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

  ‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly.  “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you.  “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.