#but now I’m having a worse than usual day

[jiminomenon]

model! karina cheers assistant! reader up

pairing: model! karina x assistant! female reader

word count: 1k+

summary: y/n was having an absolutely miserable morning, and everyone—including jimin—felt the effects of her foul mood. snapping at people left and right, she wanted nothing more than to be left alone, but of course, jimin had other plans. unwilling to deal with a sulky assistant all day, the spoiled model took it upon herself to fix y/n’s mood—whether she wanted her to or not.

from my series: the devil wears prada

y/n knew it was going to be a bad day the moment she woke up. her alarm didn’t go off, meaning she had to rush through her morning routine. her coffee machine—her lifeline—refused to work. then, as if the universe was out to get her, she stepped outside only to be met with pouring rain and no umbrella. by the time she arrived at jimin’s penthouse, drenched, exhausted, and running purely on frustration, she was already dangerously close to losing her patience.

“you’re late,” jimin commented, lounging on the couch with a cup of steaming coffee in her perfectly manicured hands. she didn’t even need coffee that morning; she just liked the aesthetic of holding it.

y/n shot her a sharp glare as she squeezed water out of her sleeves. “gee, thanks for the observation, sherlock.”

jimin raised an eyebrow at the attitude but didn’t say anything. yet.

the day only got worse from there. y/n had back-to-back calls, urgent emails, and a schedule to fix because someone (cough jimin cough) decided she didn’t feel like attending a certain shoot last minute. every little inconvenience grated on her nerves, and soon, she found herself snapping at anyone who so much as looked at her the wrong way.

even the model herself.

“ugh, can you stop hovering?” y/n snapped when jimin followed her into the kitchen, watching her struggle to open a stubborn bottle of water.

jimin, who usually had a snarky comeback for everything, simply tilted her head. “you’re in a bad mood.”

“no shit.”

instead of getting annoyed like usual, jimin just hummed. “hmm. i don’t like this.”

y/n scoffed. “well, i don’t like today, but here we are.”

jimin didn’t leave her alone after that. in fact, she made it her mission to pester y/n. during meetings, she’d text her ridiculous things like ‘what if i got bangs? do u think i’d look hotter?’ or ‘i saw a dog today. it was ugly. reminded me of you.’ ‘go get princess that new limited edition cat dress from givenchy’

when that didn’t work, she started physically annoying her—poking her arm, pulling on the sleeve of her blazer, even stealing her pen when she was trying to write something down.

“jimin, i swear to god—”

“oh, look at that. you’re saying my name now instead of ‘ms. yu.’ progress!” jimin smirked.

y/n groaned, rubbing her temples. “what do you want?”

“you, but less grumpy.”

“not happening.”

jimin gasped dramatically. “so mean. what happened to my lovely assistant?”

“she’s dead. may she rest in peace.”

but of course, jimin never knew how to give up. later in the afternoon, she disappeared for a while, only to return holding—of all things—y/n’s favorite pastry from that overpriced bakery she always talked about.

y/n blinked. “where did you get that?”

“doesn’t matter.” jimin placed it in front of her. “eat it.”

y/n frowned. “why are you being nice?”

jimin rolled her eyes. “i’m always nice.”

y/n snorted. “you’re never nice.”

“and yet, here i am, doing charity work by cheering up my grumpy little assistant.”

y/n stared at her, then at the pastry, then back at her. ugh. she hated to admit it, but… it was kind of sweet. with a sigh, she finally took a bite.

jimin watched her expectantly. “better?”

y/n chewed, pretending to think. “eh. a little.”

jimin smirked. “knew it.”

y/n shook her head but couldn’t fight the small smile forming on her lips. maybe today wasn’t completely terrible. as much as y/n hated to admit it, jimin’s efforts were helping. just a little. but she wasn’t about to give the bratty model that satisfaction so easily.

jimin, however, was relentless.

“so,” jimin started as she plopped down onto the couch beside y/n, far too close for comfort. “what else do i have to do to make you stop sulking? want me to book you a vacation? buy you a new car? oh, wait—maybe you want me to drive you around in said car. imagine that, ms. assistant, getting chauffeured by me.”

y/n shot her a deadpan look. “why do you sound like a rich old man trying to solve his problems with money?”

jimin gasped, pressing a hand to her chest in fake offense. “how dare you? i am far from an old man.”

“you have the attitude of one.”

jimin narrowed her eyes. “you really are in a mood today.”

y/n sighed and leaned back, rubbing her temples. “look, i appreciate whatever you’re trying to do, but i just… i need some space, okay?”

jimin frowned. she didn’t like that answer. not one bit. y/n was hers to annoy, to pester, to keep close—space was not part of their arrangement. but instead of voicing her complaints, she stayed quiet for a moment, thinking.

then, out of nowhere, she got up and disappeared into the other room. y/n didn’t think much of it at first—jimin was unpredictable like that. but a few minutes later, she returned with something in her hands.

a blanket.

before y/n could ask, jimin tossed it over her, making sure it covered her entire body.

“…what are you doing?” y/n mumbled from under the fabric.

“i’m tucking you in. obviously.”

“tucking me in? i’m not a child.”

jimin scoffed. “well, you’re acting like one.”

y/n huffed, but she was too exhausted to argue. the weight of the blanket was warm and oddly comforting. she peered up at jimin, who was looking down at her with an unreadable expression.

“…why are you being nice?” y/n finally asked.

jimin crossed her arms. “you’re annoying when you’re in a bad mood. and if this is what it takes to make you stop being annoying, then fine. i’ll allow it.”

y/n gave her a look. “wow. you really suck at being genuine.”

“and yet, here i am, taking care of your grumpy ass,” jimin quipped back.

y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t fight the tiny smile tugging at her lips. she sighed, finally letting the tension melt from her shoulders. maybe jimin’s ways were unconventional, but at the end of the day, she did make her feel better.

“thanks, i guess,” y/n muttered, barely audible.

jimin smirked. “huh? what was that?”

y/n groaned, pulling the blanket over her face. “don’t push it, yu.”

but the way jimin’s smirk softened into something almost fond did not go unnoticed.

“just rest for now, m’kay? be in a better mood when you wake up.”

[themoonlitquill]

Whispers Woven in Shadow. (3/?)

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝘼𝙧𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧? 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚? 𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚? 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮.

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶��𝗴 ; 𝖠𝗓𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗅 𝗑 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖮𝖢 (𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝖺𝗅).

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 ; I seriously cannot thank ya’ll enough for ALLLL the love!! 😭 I’m blown away! Honestly. I’m really happy and I’ve been BUZZING. EEEE! So, I hope you enjoy this chapter. It took me a little longer because I wanted to get it just right and I think this is the closest I could. 😬 Also!! I made the visual up above (I made Pinterest boards too PLS FMDKDKKD) and the filter is called ‘tardiness’ by @elliesnovella on Insta! ENJOY. 🩵

𝖳𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝖶𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ; 𝗠𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱 (𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳), 𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗿-𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗶𝗹, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 (𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁) 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝗱.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁 ; 4116.

Two days had passed and Ariadne still hadn’t tried talking to anyone else.

Except for the shadow when it came to check in on her - at least, that’s what she assumed it was doing - and herself, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

She thought about trying with Nesta first and then quickly took that right off the list when she had stopped by to bring a few books she thought her sister might like, only to be glared at and the stack snatched from her arms with the door slamming seconds after.

Nesta had taken the books though.

And that was something.

Then she considered Elain, who was marked off even quicker than Nesta. Their rooms were connected and when Ariadne had knocked, the door flew open to reveal the eldest Archeron with her blue eyes seeming to glow and had spoken in a tone so sharp that it made her ears ring.

She wasn’t great at lip reading - everyone always spoke too fast - but she managed to catch ‘leave’ and judging by the vitriol in her sister’s expression, she guessed it wasn’t a particularly pleasant string of words; it led to her decision of staying away for a while.

That’s when she found herself thinking of Feyre and how much she missed her.

Ariadne knew that she would be the first to want to try, to actually be able to talk instead of half-relayed messages on paper, and yet, it wasn’t possible. Because Feyre had gone with… What was his name? The High Lord of Spring. Timothy? Yeah, okay. Either way, her sister had left, with no clue as to when she’d be coming back.

It was an ever-present ache in Ariadne’s chest and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn’t go away.

You need to get out of this room. You’re suffocating in here and the more you think, the more you’ll drive yourself insane, she blows a huff through her nose, finding she was annoyed with herself, which was worse than being annoyed at someone else in her opinion. Just get up and leave. Go explore! Do something! Anything!

Her thumb and index finger reach up to pinch the bridge of her nose as she releases an exasperated sigh; she stands from the seat by the window and follows her own advice, leaving the damn room and storming off towards the library.

No one would bother her there.

Ariadne throws open the doors with all her strength and strides over to the armchair she always sat in, plopping down with a second huff, brow furrowed. She hated being at war with herself because she couldn’t get away from herself. So, she tended to avoid the things that frustrated her the most, which almost never worked out.

Maybe on a special occasion, if there was such a thing.

But usually, she ended up doing what she tried to avoid and always searched for a place of solitude. The irony was not lost on her; the deaf girl looking to be in an even quieter place, having found comfort in the isolated silence. It would make her laugh if she thought she was capable of it anymore.

And now?

It was like she couldn’t sit still no matter what and she wanted to be around people. She didn’t even care who it was, but it seemed that she was the only one wandering around here since her sisters refused to come out, which limited the available options.

Ariadne closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, willing herself to relax her mind so it didn’t explode from the pressure building; it made it more difficult to focus and all she wanted was for it to go away. She needed to scream and she couldn’t do that, not now, not again.

Deep breaths, Ari. You’re fine. Relax. I promise, she swallows dryly and picks at the skin around her fingers, wishing for any sort of distraction. Feyre will come back and everything will be alright. She’ll listen. You’ll have her to talk to. Even if it isn’t all the time, it’s still something.

She flexes her hands to stop the incessant bad habit and then smooths them over the satin fabric of the pants she wore, the cool texture against her palms paired with the motion actually managing to soothe her.

See? You’re okay. Got all worked up for nothing, Ariadne takes a breath, then another, and tilts her head, the air around her shifting, tickling her skin. A sigh of relief emits from her lips and the opalescent wall in her mind begins to tremble, the doorway appearing more quickly than it ever had.

Everything rushes out of her at once. “I’m glad you’re here, thank that blasted Cauldron! I couldn’t stay in that room any longer. I couldn’t! Where have you been? I haven’t seen you all day!”

Nothing.

Silence.

“You can talk.”

Everything freezes.

That wasn’t the shadow, no, in fact, that was the furthest thing from the shadow.

Her eyes snap open and a soft whoosh leaves her as she stares directly into hazel tinged with gold - rimmed with lashes that even Nesta would be jealous of - and held a mixture of shock, curiosity, and something else that she wasn’t quite sure of.

It was Azriel.

She had just spoken to Azriel.

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

Ariadne couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything other than stare. What had she just done? He wasn’t supposed to be the first one she revealed this to! It was supposed to be Feyre - the one person who always cared about what she wanted and what mattered to her - and even if she had to wait to do it, she knew it was going to be perfectly fine and now that was all over with.

It was supposed to be Feyre. This was all wrong!

“You’re a Daemati,” Azriel’s voice rolls in and she’s actually able to hear it inside her head, as clearly as her own. It was low, deep, velvety, and her breath hitches; it wasn’t like the shadow’s whisper at all, instead, there was quiet authority laced in his tone and a richness that reminded her of a thick chocolate, though there was a slight edge that emanated a danger of the lethal kind. It was… It was beautiful.

“Yes,” Ariadne blinks and watches him as he watches her, noting that even in the crouched position he was in, he still remained a respectable enough distance away. “A new one.”

His head tilts and the shadows around his shoulder flourish about excitedly. With a subtle tug, he manages to reel them in and give his full attention to the Archeron sister who had managed to take him completely by surprise, which wasn’t exactly easy to do. “You seem to be doing pretty well.”

She falls silent for a moment, unsure how to proceed. Talking with the shadow hadn’t been hard at all and now she felt like a fish out of water, flopping around and utterly devoid of any semblance of words; she didn’t know what to do.

Azriel waits patiently with his elbows rested on his knees, deducting that this must be even more jarring to her than it was for him. He wasn’t impatient by any means and had no intention to rush her.

“I’ve been practicing,” Ariadne finally responds, a single hand reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind one of her delicately pointed ears and he tracks the movement without her notice.

“Have you?”

She nods her head, clasping her hands back together. “The basics. Opening and closing the door, some organizing,” her thumb brushes over her knuckles. Why was she so nervous? There was no way she’d ever feel this way if it were Feyre. That had to be it; Ariadne just didn’t know Azriel, if she did, there wouldn’t be any of this feeling. “But no knowledge of obliterating minds. I don’t want to do that.”

The corner of Azriel’s lips twitch. She was different than he expected and it piqued his interest, making him wonder what else there might be. “It would be a good idea to learn regardless.”

“And if I did, who would I ask, Shadowmaster? You? Rhysand? Feyre isn’t here, you know,” she levels him with a look and his eyebrows raise before there’s a deep rumbling in her head, rich, warm, and sending a shiver down the length of her spine. What was that? A laugh? Maybe? If it was, she wasn’t sure why, which brought back the annoyed expression on her face. “What’s so funny?”

He works to suppress the smile struggling to show itself, though the amusement was definitive. “I’m the Shadowmaster now?”

Azriel watches keenly as Ariadne’s narrowed eyes widen a fraction, realization setting in, and she tenses slightly, breath stilling, and he finds himself feeling a sense of relief when she inhales. She sits up straighter and her voice fills his head as it had before; tentative and unsure, then flowing in like a whisper of moonlight, luminescent, gentle and fleeting.

“I mixed up your titles, didn’t I? I did it twice,” a frown tugs at the corners of her mouth and he doesn’t like the way it settles so quickly, appearing too comfortable. “That would make you the Spymaster and a Shadowsinger.”

“I think I like Shadowmaster better.”

Surprise flashes across her face before she relaxes a little, though there was still an uneasiness in the way she swallowed, and how her eyes flitted to him and then to her hands and back again. Azriel wasn’t sure what was bothering her so badly that it was lingering around, but it left a bad taste on his tongue.

“But you can call me Azriel.”

Ariadne blinks, noting the subtle hopefulness that was woven into his tone and finding that curious. Wouldn’t everyone call him that? “Azriel,” his shadows slither towards her, reaching for her ankles when they suddenly retreat and she tilts her head. “Why did you do that?”

His eyes seem to glow a little more golden then and they remind her of the sunrise peeking over a lush forest.

“Do what?”

“Pull them away from me.”

Azriel falls silent and his shoulders move, signifying he had taken a deep breath. Why? He stands from the crouched position and Ariadne leans forward suddenly, which is strange because what was she going to do? Follow him? He turns around and starts walking away, causing a pang to hit her chest, and she digs her nails into her skin. “Wait! I’m sorry, I… I didn’t mean to assume anything. I just thought that you commanded the shadows and I didn’t want you to think they scare me because they don’t. I actually think they’re very sweet.”

He moves further and her heart drops to her stomach; she had managed to drive away the first person she talked to because she had said the wrong thing.

How could this happen so fast? Was she really so bad?

Ariadne gnaws on her inner lower lip, thinking over how she should have worded it differently or if maybe she was too invasive? The shadows were his and he could do whatever he wanted to with them. It wasn’t any of her business.

If Azriel didn’t want them to touch her, then that was his right.

A flash of black catches her eye and she blinks, head lifting to find that the Shadowsinger had grabbed the other armchair and dragged it until it was only a few feet away from hers, now sitting with his wings lifted up over the back so they wouldn’t be crushed under his weight. His gaze finds hers, brow raising as he leans to the left with his arm rested on the chair and the other at his side, gloved hand on his thigh.

“I do and I don’t. They came to me and chose to listen to what orders I give. Though, I prefer to think of them as requests. They’re smarter than most people think and that actually ends up being a benefit to me and the work I do for Rhys,” Azriel dips his head, a few shadows curling around the arch of his wings, movements fluid as they swirl and reminding her of falling feathers dancing. “They’re meant to be kept close in case I need them. Good to know what you think of them though,” his lips curve slightly. “Does that answer your question?”

It did and it didn’t; there was still the unanswered one of why he felt the need to keep them from her. Surely she couldn’t be that big of a distraction? And if they had come to him willingly, shouldn’t they be allowed to have a bit of leeway too? The understanding of it all was just out of her reach and she desperately wished she could grab and hold onto it.

Ariadne sits back in the chair and pulls her legs underneath her, deciding to keep it to herself. This could possibly be the start of something great and she refused to ruin it, especially when she had never had an actual friend before.

“Yes,” No. She taps her finger on her knee. “What sort of work do you do?”

Azriel watches the subtle shifts in her expression - a twitch of her brow before they came together, the way her bottom lip moved as she bit the inside, and how her eyelashes fluttered across her cheeks like butterfly wings when she seemed to fall into her thoughts - and feels something stir inside of him.

Almost like being asleep for a long time and finally starting to wake up.

“Gathering intel, observing, and making sure that we know everything we can that goes on in other Courts,” his wings stretch outwards a little and her eyes roam over the movement, noting the scars that were littered across the membranes and she can’t help but be reminded of the horror back in Hybern, how he must of suffered in agony with no way to get out of it. “When I can’t be somewhere, I send the shadows and they bring back what they find.”

“Do you like doing all of that?”

“It keeps me busy.”

“That isn’t what I asked.”

Azriel didn’t know what to say to that.

Everyone in the Inner Circle knew what he did and had to do, but no one had ever pursued the topic any further, having figured if he wanted to tell them, he would.

And here comes this little Fae, asking because she… what? Because she wanted to? The idea was ridiculous and yet, Azriel found himself unsure and it was disconcerting.

He takes a breath, weighing over his thoughts and debating on how to word what he wanted to say. “Sometimes it’s difficult. There are certain things,” flashes of Truth-Teller slicing into flesh, crimson dripping onto the floor, the sound of screams, and his jaw tightens. “That I have to do and a certain way of doing them that isn’t always my favorite.”

Ariadne tilts her head. There was a darkness swirling within the gold that wasn’t there before and it was clear that there was a lot more to it than that. She wanted to know what he had to do that would make him this haunted and she came to the conclusion that it must be awful, which didn’t sit well with her. Did no one bother to ask? Did no one bother to even try?

A part of her wanted to ask Azriel herself, but how in the stupid Cauldron was she supposed to do that? Would it be over-stepping? How should she say it? What if it made him angry? Or upset? She didn’t want to do that to him.

But she wanted to know.

There was something telling her that she needed to and it was yet another thing that she didn’t understand, so she decided to just go with it like she did everything else until she had the answers.

“There are certain things that I don’t like to remember either. Particularly how they made me feel,” Ariadne swallows, using the pad of her thumb to rub small circles into the back of her hand. “Everything else is heightened since I can’t hear in a normal way and that isn’t always a good thing,” she takes a deep breath, skin prickling. “It makes the pain worse.”

Her body shifts and she lifts her chin to find that Azriel’s shadows were whipping around his back and shoulders - movements a bit wilder than they usually were - with the tips refined into razor sharp points; they seemed ready to cause some serious damage and she wished she could smooth her hands over them, if only to calm.

“I do know if I leave it alone for too long, that it’ll be harder for me to deal with when the time comes,” her eyes trail along each obsidian tendril, noting that they were shaking, blurring slightly at the edges. “I’m not ready for it right now, but I’m hoping that one day I will be. Even if it hurts, I know it’s something I have to do,” she marvels at the way they flow through the air, like water down a stream, and a soft hum emits from her throat.

“I think it’s something we all have to do at some point,” Ariadne tears her eyes away from the shadows in search of that golden hue to find that Azriel was already looking at her. She inhales. “No matter if we hate it,” she exhales. “No matter if it isn’t our favorite.”

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Azriel couldn’t remember the last time someone had stunned him into silence; as a matter of fact, he didn’t think it had ever happened before, which was a complete conundrum and left his mind in a scramble and it was the most unorthodox thing he had ever experienced.

How?

Why?

There was something about Ariadne that was different from her sisters, a secret locked away with a hidden key, and the Shadowsinger wanted to dive into every square inch of her mind until he knew everything that there was to know about her.

He already knew she was intuitive and witty, genuine, perceptive, curious - soft - and probably one of the most intelligent people he’d ever met, which he would be sure to keep from Rhys lest he fall into his usual flair for the dramatics.

But he wanted to know more.

Because as soon as Azriel thought he had a good grip on who he thought she was, the little thing slipped through his fingers and changed direction.

And now he couldn’t form words into a sentence that would make sense of what he wished to say to her, coming up short several times and beginning to get frustrated with the whole ordeal. He wanted to keep the line of communication open and have her presence so near to his, and it seemed that his desire for that was what was making his mind draw blanks.

If this were to happen with Rhys or Cass, he would’ve left the room by now.

Azriel quickly discovered that was the last thing he wanted to do where Ariadne was concerned.

So he stayed.

His shadows had settled and he marveled at the warmth of her honey-eyed gaze and the featherlight caress of her whisper, which seemed to be soothing them and causing their own anger to ebb away like the tide; it took him by surprise - he sensed a theme here - and he wasn’t sure what to do with it.

They were an extension of Azriel, every part of them intertwined with him, and no one had ever had such an influence before.

How is it possible? What does it mean? He didn’t have the answers and it made him want to question everything until he finally got them.

“That’s easier said than done,” is what he responds with, tone a bit gruffer than usual.

Ariadne’s expression shifts to a mixture of perplexity and mirth, the corners of her mouth twitching and she purses her lips. “I never said it would be easy, Shadowsinger. You have to put in the effort if you want the results.”

A single brow raises. “You seem to have all the answers.”

“Not hardly, but I can read people fairly well and I can tell that you’ve never considered it before.”

She was right. He hadn’t.

Azriel readjusts his position and leans forward in the chair, elbows resting on his knees as the gold swirls around his irises. “You really aren’t afraid.”

Her brow mimics the action of his, the amusement still tugging at her lips, though she manages to keep it at bay. “Do I have a reason to be?”

He tracks the movement and finds himself wishing that she would show her smile, wanting to see how it changed her expression; if it would make her eyes light up as joy filtered through or if it would disappear quicker than a blink and have him eager for the day that he could stop, stare, and admire the beauty of it.

“No,” his wings unfurl to stretch and he stands, having made a decision to keep her in his orbit for just a while longer. “You might change your mind eventually, but we can revisit after.”

Confusion flashes across her face. “After what?”

“We’re going to have dinner. You have to eat, don’t you?”

₊˚✧𑁍.ೃ࿔*:･

This is bizarre, isn’t it? Ariadne stares at the notebook in her lap, quill poised between her fingers. All of this.

She had, in fact, had dinner with Azriel and she was still reeling a bit; the house had provided soup and sandwiches, along with her usual tea, and even a plate of lemon bars that she actually decided to try, which was a good idea because they were delicious. It was sour and sweet and citrusy, and it made her tongue tingle.

Azriel kept the conversation focused on her and it was strange. She didn’t know if there was a line for how much she was allowed to reveal considering she’d never had to worry about it before, so she tried to pull the detail back in her answers as much as she could, not wanting to overwhelm him or ramble or do anything to offend.

And that was the part that left her utterly confused; he seemed to be disappointed in what she said and it didn’t make sense because why?

Wasn’t polite conversation supposed to be light? Simple?

That’s what she had gathered from Elain over the years and it seemed to work just fine, so what was the problem?

It seems like a balancing act, Ariadne doodles a crescent moon into the top right corner and allows herself to work through it. You don’t want to tell too much because that would be an overload of information and no one wants that, she adds a couple stars. But you also don’t want to give too little because that would be boring and no one wants that either.

She writes her name in the center before boldening the ‘A.’

You need to give just enough so it stays flowing and keeps the interest there. See, a balancing act! Makes sense. It’s okay, you didn’t know. You’re learning, aren’t you? Don’t expect to be perfect the first time around. That isn’t realistic and you know it.

A drop of ink falls from the tip of the quill and soaks into the page, ruining the ‘A’ and she releases a huff as she shuts the notebook and sets it on the bedside table.

Today was a lot. That’s all. You need to try and sleep or at the very least, rest your eyes. Start again tomorrow. I’m sure you’ll feel better about everything then. Maybe. A little bit.

Ariadne leans against the headboard and stretches her legs out in front of her, wiggling her toes that were dressed in fuzzy socks and wishing more than anything that she knew the things she was missing. It was a hindrance and above all else, it was annoying.

Stop it. More has happened in the last three days than you’re used to and it’s impossible for you to go through it for the fifth time when you’re this tired.

She finally closes her eyes and takes a few deep breaths, willing her thoughts to stop running wild so she’d be able to steal a couple hours before the nightmares came.

The questions, the shadow, the knowledge of Daemati and what she could now do, Nesta and Elain, Feyre, and everything else could wait.

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GOOD GRACES PT.2 | P.J

“ Boy it’s not that complicated you should stay in my good graces !”

percy jackson x reader !

Including : fluff

words: 1k+

good graces pt.1

After that training session, things… changed.

You weren’t sure how or when it happened, but suddenly, Percy Jackson was everywhere.

He’d sit next to you at meals like it was the most natural thing in the world. He’d find excuses to spar with you, grinning every time you rolled your eyes but never actually pulling away. And whenever you were around, he was always looking—like he was waiting for something.

It was annoying.

But it also made your heart race.

And that was even more annoying.

You didn’t like Percy Jackson. You couldn’t. He was reckless, frustrating, and so irritatingly charming. You refused to be like every other camper who got swept up in his ridiculous hero complex.

…So why did it feel like your stomach flipped every time he smiled at you?

You were sitting by the lake one afternoon, enjoying some quiet before the evening campfire, when Percy plopped down next to you.

“Okay, what gives?”

You frowned. “What?”

“You’ve been acting weird,” he said, tilting his head. “More than usual.”

You huffed. “Gee, thanks.”

“I’m serious,” he said, leaning back on his hands. “You’ve been avoiding me.”

You stiffened. “I have not.”

Percy raised an eyebrow. “Really? Because every time I get within five feet of you, you either run away or threaten to stab me.”

“That’s just our dynamic,” you muttered.

He snorted. “Yeah, but it was way more fun when you actually insulted me instead of just blushing and leaving.”

Your face burned. “I do not blush—!”

Percy grinned, leaning closer. “Oh, you totally do. It’s kinda cute.”

You groaned, shoving his shoulder. He barely moved, still grinning like he’d won something.

“Why are you like this?” you muttered, exasperated.

“Like what?”

“Annoying. Persistent. Too—you.”

Percy’s smile softened. “Because I like you.”

your breath caught.

For a second, you thought you imagined it. But Percy was still looking at you, expression open and serious.

“You… what?” you said weakly.

“I like you,” he repeated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I have for a while. And, I don’t know, I guess I was hoping you didn’t actually hate me as much as you said you did.”

Your heart wasn’t racing. Your face wasn’t on fire. You definitely weren’t staring at him like an idiot.

“…You’re an idiot.”

He chuckled. “Yeah, I figured.”

You swallowed, forcing yourself to look away. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“How about the truth?” Percy nudged your knee with his. “Do you actually hate me, or was that just an excuse to keep me at arm’s length?”

You inhaled sharply.

You could lie. Say you still found him insufferable. Push him away like you always did.

But the way he was looking at you—hopeful, patient, waiting—made your walls crack just enough.

“I don’t hate you,” you admitted quietly. “…I think I might actually like you, too.”

Percy’s face lit up.

“Seriously?”

“Don’t make me change my mind, Jackson.”

He laughed, and before you could react, he reached over and laced his fingers with yours.

Your heart stopped.

“You gonna run away now?” he teased.

You wanted to. You really did. But…

You squeezed his hand. “Not this time.”

✽✽✽

You weren’t sure what changed after your confession at the lake.

Technically, nothing had. Percy was still annoying. He still followed you around camp, still made terrible jokes, still sparred with you every other day like it was his personal mission to get you to admit he was a better fighter.

But at the same time, everything had changed.

Because now, whenever he looked at you, his gaze lingered. Whenever he touched you—a hand on your wrist, a nudge of his knee against yours—you felt it everywhere. And whenever he smiled at you, your brain short-circuited just a little more than it should.

It was unfair.

Worse, Percy knew.

“You seem distracted,” he said one afternoon, dodging one of your strikes as you sparred in the arena. “Something on your mind?”

You scowled. “Yeah, kicking your ass.”

“Mm-hmm.” He smirked, blocking your next attack with ease. “Are you sure you’re not thinking about something else?”

Your grip on your weapon tightened. “Why do you love irritating me?”

“It’s fun.” He grinned. “Also, you’re cute when you’re mad.”

Your brain short-circuited again. Just like the first time.

That moment of hesitation was all Percy needed. With one smooth motion, he knocked your weapon aside and lunged—sending both of you crashing to the ground.

Your breath whooshed out of your lungs.

“Ugh, Percy—get off!” you groaned, trying to shove him away.

“Not my fault you got distracted,” he teased, grinning down at you.

You glared. “I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re so lucky I don’t have a knife right now—”

And then—

It happened.

You shoved at his chest just as he shifted his weight, and instead of rolling away, he lost his balance—his face crashing right into yours.

Specifically, his lips crashing into yours.

Both of you froze.

Your brain stopped working.

Percy pulled back so fast it was like he’d been electrocuted, eyes wide. “Oh. Oh—uh—”

You just stared.

You hadn’t meant to kiss him. Obviously. But the worst part?

You… didn’t hate it.

At all.

And judging by the way Percy’s face was burning red, neither did he.

“…That didn’t happen,” you blurted.

Percy blinked. “But—”

“It didn’t happen, Jackson.”

A slow grin spread across his face. “So you did like it.”

You shoved him again. “Shut up.”

Percy just laughed, scrambling to his feet and offering you a hand. You ignored it, standing on your own, refusing to acknowledge the way your heart was pounding.

But when you turned to leave, he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back just enough to whisper in your ear—

“If you ever do want to kiss me again, you know where to find me.”

Your face burned.

You stormed away.

You knew you’d find him again.

And next time… maybe it wouldn’t be an accident.

✽✽✽

It had been three days since the accidental kiss.

Three days of Percy giving you that stupid, smug, infuriatingly charming grin every time you so much as looked at him.

Three days of him finding every excuse to bring it up.

“Oh, careful, (Y/N). Wouldn’t want to ‘accidentally’ kiss me again.”

“You sure you don’t want a rematch? I promise not to fall on you this time.”

“Hey, if you’re thinking about that kiss again, just say so.”

You were going insane.

The worst part? He was right.

You were thinking about it.

Not because it was embarrassing (which it was) or because it had caught you off guard (which it definitely had), but because… because you kind of wanted to do it again.

For real, this time.

Which was ridiculous, obviously. Percy was still annoying. Still cocky. Still had zero concept of personal space.

But he was also—ugh—sweet. And funny. And warm in a way that made you feel safe, even when he was driving you crazy.

And you liked him.

Like, actually liked him.

And you hated that you liked him.

Which was exactly why you had to do something about it.

You found him by the lake, skimming rocks across the surface like he didn’t have a single care in the world.

His back was turned to you, so he didn’t notice when you walked up behind him—until you not-so-gently shoved his shoulder.

“Ow—” Percy turned, grinning the second he saw you. “Oh, hey pretty. Finally ready to confess your undying love for me?”

You scowled. “Do you ever shut up?”

“Not when you’re around. It’s way too fun messing with you.”

You inhaled sharply, ignoring the way your stomach flipped. “Okay, Seaweed Brain, listen up.”

Percy blinked. “Oh, full name? This must be serious, you okay gorgeous?”

“It is serious,” you muttered. “I need you to stop talking for, like, five seconds.”

“That’s gonna be hard, but I’ll try my best—”

Before he could finish, you grabbed the front of his stupid orange Camp Half-Blood shirt, pulled him down, and kissed him.

For a split second, Percy froze.

Then he melted.

His hands found your waist, gripping you like he was afraid you might pull away too soon. His lips were warm and soft, moving against yours like this was something he’d been waiting for—hoping for.

Your heart was racing.

When you finally pulled back, Percy was staring at you like you’d just knocked the wind out of him.

“…Wow,” he breathed. “I should really shut up more often.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore how warm your face was. “Yeah, you should.”

He grinned. “So, does this mean you don’t hate me anymore?”

You huffed, but you couldn’t stop the tiny smile tugging at your lips. “I guess you’re tolerable now.”

Percy chuckled, pulling you back in, pressing his forehead against yours. “I’ll take it.”

And when he kissed you again, you let yourself kiss him back.

Because maybe—just maybe—you didn’t hate him at all.

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[yingsfirst]

Learning Chinese — Ricky!!

PAIRING: ricky x reader (established relationship) GENRE: fluff WARNINGS: none! probably... WORD COUNT: 446 NOTES: I’m a beginner chinese speaker so feel free to reach out if you have any corrections! and with that, please enjoy :)

Chinese is difficult. Like, absurdly difficult. The tones were difficult, learning to read was difficult, and sentence construction was difficult. As for writing… you had strong opinions regarding that. Opinions that are better left unsaid.

Worse yet, you couldn’t quit. Learning Chinese for your boyfriend meant that quitting would feel worse than it would’ve been had you decided to learn the language for any other reason. 

So with a sigh, you continue reading through your textbook as it attempts to teach you some new words. 

Unfortunately, being hunched over a desk for a few hours must’ve taken its toll on you. The words on the page were hardly making any sense. Your head is in your hands, you feel a headache creeping up, and you really, really just want to get up and sit with Ricky on the sofa.

Your boyfriend, however… was perfectly happy scrolling on his phone, looking at whatever he usually looks at with an entertained smile on his face. 

You must’ve been staring for a while though, since he looks up from his phone and makes eye contact with you. A quick once-over is all he needs to realize that you were struggling. Badly.

“Do… you need some help?” He asks, tilting his head.

You purse your lips and look back at your textbook. “Yeah, actually,” you start, only now realizing that you could’ve asked for help this whole time. “What’s the difference between 时候 (shíhòu) and 时间 (shíjiān)?”

“Uh…” He says, putting his phone down and making his way over to you. Ricky’s brows furrow as he looks at your textbook. “Shíhòu would translate to when or moment, whereas shíjiān would simply be time. The former is used when… describing a moment, I guess, whereas the latter usually refers to a specific time.” 

Chinese is difficult, and you can see that explaining it is just as difficult as learning it. “Huh,” is the response you decide is appropriate. 

Ricky gives you a strained look. “Would an example help? Here, translate the following sentence: 晚上你有时间吗？(wǎnshàng nǐ yǒu shíjiān ma?)”

“Do you have time in the evening?”

“Yeah! Now, this one: 你想我的时候，我也想你。(nǐ xiǎng wǒ de shíhòu, wǒ yě xiǎng nǐ.)”

“When you miss me, I miss you as well.”

He gives you a satisfied hum in response. “Good, thank you.” 

Without another word, Ricky decides that he’s given you an adequate lesson and goes back to lounge on the sofa.

You guess you can survive with what you’ve learnt today.

Later that day, you decide to ask Zhang Hao for help, just to see what he says.

“Shíhòu is qualitative. Shíjiān is quantitative.”

…you suppose he’s a teacher for a reason.

[fairlyang]

Smut Wade Wilson headcannons 🙏🙏🙏 or anything Wade, it’s been so long

I’ve been depriving you guys of wade I’m so sorry 😭😭 last month was hectic for me but more soon i promise<3 (also had the worst week ever bc of my migraines)

Like a Prayer ⚔️

w/c: 1.3K

tags: 18+ smut. catching him, he’s clingy, you’re a perv and watch, can’t help but touch yourself too, voyeurism, he is sniffing your shirt while he jerks off, wade being wade, dirty talk, accidental moan, you get caught, and you both cum

a/n: send ideas yall think wade would do or like bc i need something solid and fresh to work on🤝🏼 also this was gonna be hcs but i did too much shsjsj

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he wouldn’t like to admit when he missed you and because you left him for a girls night, he was going to be stubborn instead of clingy and messaging you to come back asap.

so he thought the best way of giving you the middle finger was by touching himself.

because of course that was the first thing that he had in mind.

now he did not enjoy using his own hands as much since he’d much rather prefer yours or any of his toys but given he was going to be petty in his head towards you, he got right to it.

he had been edging for two hours straight when you came home, trying to walk straight after having a couple drinks. he, being too deep into his own pleasure, didn’t hear a peep.

his loud moans were instantly heard once you stopped to take your heels off. they were clear as day and had you feeling bad that you left him, even though he leaves you more often than you can count.

but yet that didn’t stop the guilt coming in while you tiptoed to your shared bedroom, his sweet moans filling your ears. the door was left ajar so you opened a tiny bit more until you were able to make out his body.

there he was, legs spread out, head on your pillow with the shirt you changed out of right in his hand and well, on his nose. his right hand was going fast on his cock while he inhaled your scent, and your favorite perfume.

it was something he was not so secretly obsessed with, it’s the reason you spray a good amount because it was obvious he loved it.

but you didn’t think he loved it this much that he could just easily get off to it.

yet you didn’t think it was weird, it was hot if anything.

and now it was getting you hot and bothered because you were just as much of a horn dog as he was. something about watching him masturbate, completely unknowing of your presence just did something for you.

how could it not when you were just gone a few hours and he had you on his mind while doing this for who knows how long?

maybe leaving him for a little while was a blessing in disguise and you wouldn’t need to endure the foreplay and teasing he usually does to you. maybe you could flip the switch on him a little bit and just go straight for what you want, for what you both need.

but maybe just watching could suffice for now..

you stood against the wall and just peeked your head to watch, your hands going up and down your body softly. you groped your tits for a few seconds before quickly getting impatient and pulling the top of your dress down. deciding to go all the way, you lifted your dress up to your hips, being mostly exposed in the middle of the hallway and went back to properly watching wade.

you squeezed your thighs together and bit your lip to refrain from letting out any noises yourself so it could be a little secret that you were home and watching him. it would be something that he would do so why not switch the roles?

especially considering you were just as pervy as him so of fucking course this was going to turn you on.

you watched him closely and moved your right hand down to your clit, rubbing it quickly over your panties. not only was this whole situation making your head spin but the drinks in your system were only making your aroused state worse.

somehow there was already a wet patch in your panties and you’ve barely started. if he could see you now he’d be having a fucking field day with that fact.

fortunately, he didn’t have a clue.

he let out some groans and was squirming around while he slowed down, wanting to edge for as long as he could handle. he had to always be extra with it, hell maybe after he came he’d send you a picture of the aftermath out of spite.

when he edged for hours at a time his loads would be even more than they usually were, by an excessive amount.

which was why he wanted to do this in the first place because he needed you to feel bad for abandoning him.

so your name started slipping out of his lips like a prayer. a very repetitive and breathy one, but still a prayer.

you bit down on your lip harder, your arousal seeping through the thin fabric and making it nearly impossible for you to rub your clit. but you had no other choice because if you pulled your panties to the side to do it, you just knew all of a sudden he’d have super hearing.

you did your absolute best to still be able to play with yourself while watching him grip your shirt tightly to his chest and continue moaning your name. at this point you were struggling hard to keep it together, wanting to fold and just go inside and sit on his dick but this was better.

this gave you the chance to see what he did when you were out of sight because clearly you weren’t out of mind and you loved knowing that. you loved knowing the effect you have on him and even better that he doesn’t know about it.

he then started mumbling things but your shirt was back to his nose so you couldn’t understand a word. you could only see that he was going faster once again so you followed his exact pace.

he started squirming again, his body slightly shaking while he continued yapping into your shirt. the muffled noises were getting louder and he was starting to thrust upwards in desperation. he pulled the shirt away, hugging it close to his chest then moaning, “f-fuck- i’m gonna-“

hearing that plus add the pretty sight in front of you, of course you let out an accidental moan.

you covered your mouth with your left hand and watched with widened eyes as he turned his head slowly to look at you.

his eyes roll to the back of his head and you take a step inside, leaning against the doorframe while you continue rubbing your clit. his eyes were back on yours and you uncovered your mouth, letting out all the moans you’ve been keeping in.

“dirty fucking girl-“ he groans earning himself whimpers from you.

“l-learned from the best.” you breathe out making him moan.

with that his orgasm came and his load was spurting out, landing on his stomach and chest while your body followed suit. you came along with him, not stopping until you reached your high and making sure your eyes were locked with his.

your legs were trembling and you tried your hardest to stay standing while he let out his final moans and let go of his dick after abusing the poor thing for hours. you both calmed your breathing down and once his heartbeat stopped ringing loudly in his ears he spoke up, “c’mere pervy girl.”

he opened his arms out making you smile and slowly made your way over to him. he moved a bit over to make space for you while you quickly took off your bra and slide your dress all the way down. you left them both on the floor then climbed in, getting comfortable in his arms as he picked some of his cum with his fingers to give to you.

you have him a look in pure disbelief and he just shrugs, “it’s your fault this happened in the first place, cupcake. just be a good girl and clean it up for me yeah?”

you rolled your eyes but opened your mouth nonetheless because as if you’d really mind doing that for him. you'd gladly do anything for him even if it’s just for his dirty pleasure, hell that makes it better but he doesn’t have to know that.

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HOW COULD I? | alessia russo

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as alessia groggily blinked awake, stretching out in the now empty bed. the warm space beside her already cold menacing you had been up for a while.

which was weird. normally, birthday or not, you’d wake her up with soft kisses, breakfast in bed, or at the very least whispering sweet nothing in her ear.

but today? silence.

as she turned over reaching over for her phone as it sat on the nightstand, tapping the screen but it was blank. nothing.

no ‘happy birthday baby!’

no heart emoji.

not even a gif.

as she climbed out of bed and padded into the kitchen, you sat at the breakfast counter, scrolling mindlessly through your phone with your usual cup of tea. you already dressed for training, your hair a little damp as it fell into loose waves over your hoodie.

at the sound of footsteps, you glanced up with a soft, easy smile. “morning, less” you said glancing up as the blonde walked straight past to get her coffee mug. she waited, but nothing. no mention of the fact that today was alessia’s day.

“morning,” alessia muttered, moving to the fridge as she grabbed the milk a little more aggressively than necessary as she practically slammed it onto the counter.

you turned, blinked at her, “wow, has that milk offended you or something?”

alessia just ignored you, continue to make her usual morning coffee the way you usual did. but she could still feel your face on her, the amused tilt of your head and the way you were clearly studying her.

but then without warning, you appeared behind het, your hands slipping around her waist as you rested your chin on her shoulder. you melting into her warmth.

“why’s my girl so grumpy this morning?” you whispered, pressing a slow kiss to alessia’s jaw. a sharp exhale coming from alessia. your lips were warm, soft - too distracting.

“‘m not.” she mumbled, focusing hard on her coffee and not where your lips were.

“you so are.” your hands tightened on her waist, holding the blonde that little bit closer. “you’re all grumpy and pouty and slamming stuff around..” you said as you planted another kiss but this time it was just below her ear. “very sexy of you, by the way.”

alessia tried so hard not just to melt into you, give in and just forget about the fact you’d seemingly forgotten the date. “i’m fine.”

you chuckled, resting your chin back into alessia’s shoulder as you hummed, “if you say so” as you moved your face to nuzzle into her neck, your warm breath lingering on her skin. “you wanna talk about it?”

no cause if she did, she’d have to admit that she was feeling stupidly upset that her own girlfriend has seemingly forgotten her birthday.

“i said, i’m fine.” alessia mumbled moving to sit where you’d previously been as she took a sip of her coffee.

you hummed, you knew why she was in a huff but it was all for a good cause as much as it did hurt to see your girl so stroppy.

“alright” you shrugged and with that you pressed one last kiss to the side of her neck, then stepping away like nothing had happened as you mumbled off that you were going to call you mum as you waited for her to get ready for training.

alessia clenched her jaw. fabulous. now she was in an even worse mood.

—

by the time the two of you had arrived at training, alessia was fully sulking. the blonde dragging her feet as you hurried off into training, knowing if you spent to long with the stroppy blonde you’d end up ruining what you had in store.

as you drove, alessia had spent the entire drive psyching herself up as she tried to convince herself that it was fine that her own girlfriend had forgotten her birthday.

maybe you’d been busy. maybe you would remember later.

or maybe, a scowl growing deeper on the blonde face as she shoved her kit bag into her locker, maybe you really did just forget.

beth was the first one to greet her, “happy birthday, less!” she said with her usual bright smile, clapping a hand on alessia’s shoulder.

alessia barely even bothered to look up, “at least someone remembered.”

beth’s eyebrows shot up, taken back by the blondes snappiness, “okay, ouch.”

lia and katie, who’d been standing nearby both glanced up and exchanged a quick look to one another before going suspiciously quiet.

beth, however, was already sitting beside alessia nudged her slightly with her knee, “right what’s got you in such a strop and on your birthday.”

alessia just huffed kicking her trainers off with more force than was necessary as she moved to put her boots on, “y/n forgot my birthday.”

beth blinked, “did she?”

“yep” alessia slammed her locker shut as she popped the p in the word before turning to face beth, “she hasn’t said a word. nothing over text. just morning, less as if today is just another day.”

beth pressed her lips together as if she was fighting back a smirk as if she knew something alessia didn’t. because of course, she knew. she knew about the entire surprise that you had planned.

“maybe she’s just waiting for the right moment” beth suggested, trying her best to just play it off and change the subject, but it wasn’t really working considering the thunder look on alessia’s face.

alessia scoffed, “sure, cause saying happy brithday requires perfect timing!”

beth made a noncommittal noise as she leaned back against the bench, “i dunno less, she might surprise you.”

alessia shot her a glare, unimpressed by the words of wisdom given by beth, “i doubt it now.”

lia covered her mouth to stop herself from laughing and katie turned away completely, pretending to tie her laces even though they were already double knotted.

beth, barely holding it together, patted alessia’s knee in a comforting way, “time will tell.”

alessia groaned as she buried her face into her hands. “this is the officially the worst birthday ever.”

beth bit her lip to stop herself from laughing and giving away the whole surprise, only one thing in head. ‘oh, just wait less.’

—

by the time training ended, alessia was over it. you’d left training early your excuse being you had a doctors appointment as alessia still had a face like thunder and nothing anything said could be done to put a smile on her face.

alessia showered, got dressed and checked her phone for the hundredth time — still nothing.

with a sigh, she shoved her phone into pocket in her joggers and grabbed her keys throwing her backpack onto her shoulder.

but then just as she was about to leave , her phone buzzed in her pocket.

you❤�� | *address name*

you❤️ | come to this address i’ve sent you. wear something nice x

alessia frowned pausing mid step in the middle of the training centre. clicking on the location on her phone. she expected it to be a restaurant or maybe their apartment. but it wasn’t somewhere completely unfamiliar.

her heart skipped. no explanation. no hints. just come to this address.

for second, she debated ignoring it. maybe she should be the one to make you wait like you had done with her all day.

but despite herself, curiosity won and got the better of her. so with one last glance at the cryptic text she reacted to the chat as she sighed, placing her phone back in her pocket and setting off.

—

when alessia got to the address, not before checking the address she type was right as the venue was dim, the windows tinted meaning she couldn’t see into the restaurant.

the blonde hesitated as her hand rested on the door handle. what the heck was on the other side of the door?pushing the door open, she stepped inside as the lights burst on.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LESS!!”

alessia’s heart nearly gave out. her entire family was there. her teammates both club and international, childhood friend and every single person who meant something to her and right at the front, with the biggest grin stood you.

alessia clapped a hand over her mouth, eyes darting over the decorations, the banner, the giant cake with her name written on it in big pink bold icing.

“you-” she turned towards you, completely in awe. “you didn’t forget?”

you scoffed, stepping closer as your hands rested on her waist. “of course i didn’t forget silly!”

a breathless laugh left alessia’s lips, “i was so mad at you.”

you chuckled as a smirk appeared on your lips, “oh i know, beth told me all about your little tantrum.”

alessia shot a glare towards beth, who just grinned playfully. “told you she’d surprise you!”

alessia just her eyes but she couldn’t stop the smile from appearing on her lips as she turned back to you and pulled you in by your hips as she pressed your forehead to hers.

“i love you.” she murmured.

you grinned, bringing a hand up to her cheek, “i know, now kiss me before beth starts making fun of us.”

alessia just let out a giggle as she did just that.

—

the night was perfect. at some point when everything was starting to die down a little, people were socialising in there own little ways as you were sat on alessia’s lap. your arms lazily draped around her neck as you traced random patterns on her shoulder.

“you really thought i forgot?” you mumbled, brushing the side of face so it was next to alessia’s, her moving a strand of hair out from your face.

alessia sighed dramatically, “well what was i supposed to think? you woke up as if it was a normal day.”

you chuckled, tilting your head as you continued to draw small little patterns on her shoulder which every so often made little goosebumps. “poor baby. must’ve been so hard for you.”

“you’re so annoying.”

you smirked as you moved to press a lingering kiss to the corner of her mouth, “but you still love me”

alessia just hummed as she fidgeted with the hem of your shirt every other time moving so her hand slipped up your top, “unfortunately”

you gasped in most offense, pinching her shoulder, “take that back!”

alessia giggled, shaking her head. “make me.”

and of course you did exactly that - capturing her lips in a kiss so soft, so gentle that the rest of the party melted away as if you two were the only ones there.

you cupped alessia’s face, rubbing your thumbs over her cheekbones like you were trying to memorise every inch of her - as if you didn’t already. alessia melting into you, her hands curling around your waist, pulling you even closer as if she couldn’t ever get enough.

your foreheads staying pressed together afterward whispering things which were only meant for each other.

“i love you.” you mumbled against her lips, quieter this time. just for her to hear. alessia’s fingers curled into the fabric of your dress, her heart feeling too full for words.

but before alessia could respond, kyra groaned from across the room, “okay, we get it- you’re gonna get married one day. no need to rub it in our faces?”

laughter erupted around you, a few of the girls giggling on but you just turned to alessia with a knowing smirk.

“not a bad idea, actually” alessia flushed as she bit her lip, a big grin appearing on your face.

maybe, just maybe… it wasn’t.

[tanghuyuj]

cafe longing ⋆.˚☕︎

pairing: park sungho x gn!reader

genre: angst.., drabble

warnings: a mention of food (coffee) and heartbreak 😭

synopsis: if you were never sungho’s and he was never yours, then why does it hurt so badly?

wc: ~0.7k || net: @kstrucknet

maia’s note: i said angst and here it is.. yikes.. this was somewhat inspired by troye sivan’s part in ‘i’m so tired…’ bc that song was my actual jam in 2020 LMAO. enjoy reading! likes, reblogs, and feedback’s always appreciated! 🤎

‘can’t unmiss you’ - i’m so tired… by lauv & troye sivan

you want to get over sungho so badly. in an excruciating, painful, and pathetic way.

in every little daily occurrence of yours, you’re reminded of him. the way he would constantly try to fix your hair even when the winds were too strong and you both knew that it would continue to get messed up and now, you had to push away your strands of hair on your own. or the way he would hum love songs unconsciously as the two of you would sit in a comfortable silence and now, the silence wasn’t comfortable, but instead made you feel a twinge of discomfort.

or maybe, it was the reminder that you and sungho were never anything more than friends, and that’s what truly haunts you.

read under the cut! 🤎

you crave for even the smallest or shortest amounts of interaction with him, and it built up an immense amount of shame in you. but were you still frequenting you and sungho’s favorite cafe spot? yes, and to make matters even worse, you would play your playlist for him on repeat. but maybe, you were doing something right since on one fateful day, he was there.

park sungho was standing in the same cafe as you, ordering his usual latte.

and naturally, you couldn’t hold in whatever complicated sensation you felt in the moment.

“sungho?”

he turned at the call of his name. he stared at you for a moment, scanning you up and down.

“yn?”

you didn’t quite know how to react. do you smile? frown? crack a joke—wait, what the hell? don’t crack a joke!

“what are you doing here?” sungho continued. you blinked out of your overwhelming thoughts. you felt this was ironic for him to say, as you were always at this cafe. he was the one who never made an appearance.

“to study,” you answered, gesturing towards the books in front of you.

he nods. “i.. i see that, yeah.”

you nod, mirroring him.

“so.. how have you been?” you asked, trying to sound as calm as you could. if only he knew how much he’s flooded your mind, or how much your palms were sweating under the table.

“i’ve been alright,” he hesitates, “actually.. i’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

your heart starts to pound rapidly.

“oh, what is it?” you tilt your head a bit.

he scratches the back of his neck and lets our a breathy grin. “i actually have a girlfriend now.”

you swear your world stops.

“..huh?” you frown.

sungho looks down sheepishly, “yeah.. kinda unexpected, right? she wants to keep us hidden right now so..”

you feel an increasingly sharp pain in your chest as a sudden soreness engulfs your whole body. your mind is all over the place. sungho has a girlfriend. ..sungho has a girlfriend?

the thought, no, the feeling is unbearable.

“that’s interesting..” you say awkwardly, “good for you though, sungho! i’m glad you’re.. happy.” there’s no use in trying to generate a sense of happiness in your words at this point—it just wouldn’t work.

“thank you, yn,” he smiles, not seeming to notice your lack of enthusiasm.

“order for sungho!” the barista calls him, drink in their hand.

sungho quickly turns in response, before approaching the barista and grabbing his order.

he walks back up to you afterwards.

“well.. it was nice seeing you, yn. maybe we could go out sometime? you could meet my girlfriend?”

you want to tell him no. a hundred times, no. you want to tell him to stay, and how you wish you could go back to the days that the two of you were in the closest bond together.

however, you don’t, you can’t.

“sure sungho,” you crack the widest smile you possibly can.

he chuckles, “see you.” and with that, he walks out.

it was just a walk out, but to you it had ten times—possibly a thousand times—the amount of meaning. he walked out of the two of you’s cafe. your always and forever.

you took the singular airpod out of your ear, which played your playlist titled ‘p.sh,’ and placed it in the case. you then closed the several books in front of you, stuffing them into your bag. you slung it around your shoulder and threw your empty coffee cup in the trash, making your way out the cafe.

tears prickled at your eyes as you walked out the door and left the cafe; and at the same time, left something more than just your memories with sungho—your miserable longing for him.

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[moth-o170]

Days like these I’m reminded that oh fuck I do need to go the doctor, I’m not paranoid, I am legitimately struggling to walk. I actively losing more energy than I should by simply standing. My legs hurt and ache, if I move them even slightly it hurts worse. I am extremely breathless, nauseous, and fatigued. I am actually not ok and this is not normal for the human body.

Mysterious chronic pain why must you plague me??? I want to go do fun things but no, I am being slammed with a mysterious case of the ‘legs functioning on 15% battery while the rest of my body has 10 tabs open’ all because I stood and walked around more than I usually do yesterday.

[vulpinesaint]

it’s like. i love being trans. and also if there was a loving god he wouldn’t do this to me

[binders-and-beanies]

Doin bad again folx

[theres-whump-in-that-nebula]

save me local historical attraction

local historical attraction save me

[cherrysnax]

art doesn’t evolve unless u push urself out of ur comfort zone and force it to

[digitaldiseas3]

love how my mood tracking app has achievements. congrats on 5 straight days of feeling “meh”? yeah i’ll drink to that

[geyfrog]

Eyehas been twitching nonstop for a week. Google says get more rest and less stress. But it’s the bullshit days between Christmas and New Years’, I don’t think I COULD be more rested and less stressed. The fuck is causing this, then?

[raeathnos]

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[mysterious-corpse]

I think somethings rlly fucking wrong with me