#the only thing that didn't work was the bouquet toss i think because a couple of townies wouldn't stop yapping long enough to participate

[thebramblewood]

At the reception, everyone enjoyed Lu's homemade wedding cake, drank too much champagne, and barn danced through the night.

Again, featuring Tawhay by @windslar! I may keep using it for this save. It makes the colors so vibrant and pretty. We shall see!

[sunny44]

All these years (Part 6)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Ex girlfriend Reader

Warnings: a few conflicts and stuff

Summary: Separated by a disagreement, Charles and Y/n meet again after years apart and all the feelings they had repressed come flooding back.

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The party was starting, and Arthur and Carla were having their slow dance as a couple. I was smiling, watching them until the music ended and another one started, and other couples hit the dance floor.

"Do you want to dance?"

"With you? No, thank you," I replied. He rolled his eyes and took my hand, pulling me. "Are you deaf?"

"Can you stop hating me for a minute and just enjoy the party?" I sighed and put my arms over his shoulders. "Your mother is smiling at us like a psychopath; I'd say the Joker's smile is smaller."

"I'm sure she is," I rolled my eyes, and he looked puzzled.

"Are you two okay?"

"We haven't been okay for years."

"What do you mean?"

"Since we broke up, she never treated me normally. She said I should have given up my job and stayed here, married you, and stayed home like a typical 50s woman, taking care of the kids while you work to support the family," I said, and he continued to look at me. "Her ideal family is one where the woman doesn't work, and the man provides, and that's definitely not for me."

"So, she treats you badly because we broke up?"

"Exactly. So, besides having to deal with what you told me, I had to deal with the fact that my own mother defends the guy I thought I'd spend the rest of my life with when, in fact, I was completely wrong."

"Sorry for ruining so many things in your life."

"It's okay. In the end, I got most of what I always dreamed of, so..." He agreed.

The music ended and dinner was about to be served, so we all went to our respective seats.

A few hours had passed since we were at the party; I danced until I couldn't anymore and went to change into a shorter dress and definitely put on sneakers. Then I returned to the party, and Carla was about to throw the bouquet. Of course, I didn't want to participate, but my mother pushed me, and since they were recording it for memories, I couldn't just walk away. I just needed to dodge it.

But, of course, it went wrong because instead of the classic back toss, the bride simply turned and threw it at me and out of instinct, I caught it.

"I think you should throw it again; I don't even have a boyfriend." I extended the bouquet to her, and she declined.

"You don't have one, but there are some who wish you did," she pointed to where Charles was smiling at me.

"You'll pay me for this," I muttered through gritted teeth, and she laughed.

"When you're marrying him, you'll thank me for this."

"Keep dreaming about that."

She laughed, and I went to the table to leave the bouquet, and when I turned around, Charles was there, and I bumped into his chest.

"I told you we'd get married."

"We're not getting married, Charles, we're not even dating."

"We've moved past the dating part."

"We've definitely moved on so much that we broke up," he rolled his eyes.

"That's just a technicality," I scoffed, and he took my hand. "Come on, let's dance again."

"Okay, let's hear the toast." their mother said on the microphone, and Charles pulled me closer to the stage. "Charles is taking care of this because I know if I do it, I'll start crying and ruin the party."

He let go of my hand and climbed on stage, adjusted his shirt; he had already ditched the tie and was only wearing the shirt, giving a glimpse of his chest.

"Well, I haven't rehearsed or written anything because I think there's nothing better than saying the words we feel we should say at the moment, so here we go," he took a deep breath. "The moment you meet the right person, your entire perception of life changes. A life that you had planned with what you want and don't want changes completely because you love that person so much that you include them not only in your life but in your purposes as well. You imagine celebrating life's small victories with that person, and the little things that you didn't care about before become significant when you have someone to share them with."

By now, I was already crying because to a certain extent, we had all that; the small things became huge when we celebrated them together.

"And many times, we only realize how important that person is to us when we lose them," he continued speaking, and I felt eyes on me, probably from our families. "So, it makes me very happy to know that my little brother Arthur found the right person to spend his life with and enjoy the simple moments that life offers us. TO THE BRIDE AND GROOM!"

Everyone applauded, and before leaving the stage, he looked directly at me; I could see that his eyes were also filled with tears, but the difference was that I was on the verge of sobbing.

I decided to go to the bathroom to calm down. I entered it and went into one of the stalls, sat on the toilet lid, and let all the pent-up sadness and anxiety pour out. I heard the door opening and suppressed my cries, placing my hand over my mouth to muffle the sound.

"Hey, I know you're in here," the voice continued as I sat there. "Come out so we can talk."

I stood up and after a few seconds of contemplation, I decided to leave the stall, unlocking the door. He had a half-smile and hugged me. I buried my face in his chest, allowing all that agony and sadness I was feeling to spill out. He kissed my forehead, and one of his hands was on my back.

"Why did you do that?" I asked.

"The speech?"

"No, not the speech, why did you have to ruin the best thing that had ever happened in my life?"

"I don't know babe, I don't know," he kissed my forehead.

"I just wanted you to be happy for me. I wanted to come home and tell you that I had gotten the best opportunity for someone who had just graduated and all I got were screams and disapproval," he remained silent. "You treated me as if I were nothing in your life, as if I had meant nothing to you."

"But you were and tou still are the most important person in my life, and I made a mistake, a mistake in letting you walk out that door," I sniffed and let go of him.

"You don't know how many times I regretted letting you leave through that door or how many times I wanted to find you."

"But you never did."

"I did, yes," he looked at me. "A few months later, I went to Milan to find you, and I saw you smiling and walking with another guy, and I thought I had already moved on, so I decided not to ruin your life anymore."

"That was Benny, my college friend, and he's gay."

"I'm so sorry, Y/n. When Arthur told me he was going to propose to Carla and how he was going to do it, all I could think about was you and how much I thought about doing that with you. I love you, and I will always love you, Y/n."

"Sorry, but this is the women's bathroom." Charlotte entered and smiled when she saw us. "Hi again, Charles, your mom is looking for you and what happened to your shirt?"

"I accidentally got makeup on it," I said, wiping my tears.

"You were crying? My goodness, are you okay? Do you need anything?" She asked me and I smiled.

"No, thank you, Charlotte."

"I'll talk to your brother and see if there's any spare clothing."

"Don't worry about that; I can cover it with my arms and put on the blazer again."

He left the bathroom, and she smiled at me, turned on the faucet, and wet some tissues, passing them over my eyes, probably eyeshadow.

“I'll help you.” she takes the bag from me and hands me a handkerchief. “Are you all right?”

“I can't say, we have a bit of a troubled past.”

“It was you he was referring to in his speech, wasn't it? I saw that he was looking at someone but I couldn't see who it was.”

“It was about me, yes.”

“I'm really sorry and I don't know what happened to you but he seems really sorry." she says, rubbing something in my eyes that I think is a shadow.

“I know.”

After she helped me, I went back to the party. I don't think anyone had noticed that I was missing, which I was thankful for, because I didn't want to have to explain why I was different from before.

“Hey, are you okay?” Arthur appears with Megan.

“I am.”

“You sure?” I agree. “I'll be right back.”

“Charles was with you, right?” she asks and I agree.

“How did you know?”

“Because he went out and put his blazer back on and you're wearing different make-up, and I know when you're crying. Not to mention that Charles and you disappeared right after his speech.”

“Yeah, what he said got to me more than I thought it would.”

“He meant it.”

“I know he has.”

"Can I ask you two questions, and you answer honestly and without irony?”

I nodded in agreement.

"Do you still love him?"

"Yes." I answered without thinking twice

"Do you still think you can give him a chance?"

"I don't know; it's all so confusing. As much as I love him and want to go to him now and forgive him and never let him go, I also want to keep my heart away from him because I don't want him to break it again."

"Can I be honest?" I nodded. "I've lived with you both for years, I've seen you be everything to each other and I've also seen you become nothing afterwards. I've lived with you both all these years you've been apart and believe me, he's changed a lot. Charles is no longer the same guy he was when he said those things to you.

And you know that as your best friend I would never lie to you and as much as I love Charles I will always be there for you. Without you I probably wouldn't have met the love of my life who I'm married to right now. So trust me on this one and go after him, say what you feel and say what you're afraid of and be together again, you don't know how bad it is to see two people who clearly love each other stay away from each other."

"I'm just scared."

"I know you are, and you wouldn't be human if you weren't. But you might regret it if you don't try. You've been apart for years and it will be like starting over because, besides not being the same people anymore, you don't know what each other is like. This is your fresh start, Y/n. Charles is completely different from what you remember, so everything will be different."

I wiped a tear that had fallen, hugged her, and she smiled at me.

"I'm going to talk to him.” she said, excited, and Arthur appeared again.

"What did I miss?"

"Y/n is going to talk to your brother," she said, and Arthur did a little dance, making me laugh.

"I'm so happy about that.” he kissed my forehead. "Well, I think I'd better go after him because he's leaving."

"I'm going now."

I ran outside and saw that it was raining, and from a distance, I saw Charles heading towards his car. I started walking fast, but with those damn heels, I'd never catch up with him.

I stopped to take them off and started running; on the way, I shouted his name and he stopped, looking at me in confusion. I ran even faster and managed to reach him.

"What are you..."

"Just shut up." I said and kissed him.

I held his face with both hands after I left the heels on the ground; he didn't understand for a few seconds, but soon he reciprocated. Charles put his hands on my waist, squeezing it lightly, and we separated for lack of breath; our foreheads were touching, and I could see him smiling with his eyes closed. The rain was still falling and getting stronger.

"Not that I'm complaining, but why did you do that?"

"Because I realized that even after all these years, I still feel everything when you're near me, and it was just that quick 'hi' you gave me on the day we saw each other again, and in a second, everything I felt for you came back." He was still motionless, listening to what I was saying. "And you probably don't know this, but you're the only one, even after all these years."

"What does all this mean?"

"It means I love you, Charles Leclerc and I always will."

He smiled and kissed me again, and my God, how I missed that kiss and his touch.

"I love you too, and I always will, Y/n Y/l/n."

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[circusmania]

This is a bit dark but can I please ask for him but as a romantic yandere with kianna komori looks like he has feelings for her

But how would he react to having to marry one of them or she'll be extracted because she needs a groom since she's a bride

By the way she is an OC of mine you can find more information on my page here on Tumblr

I also have an alternate scenario where she's in the digital circus

But she's a pride

Romantic!Yandere!Jax x Kianna Komori (Oc)

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Notes: [ Kianna Komori is an original character that belongs to @nunezs-stuff ] Hi hi!! Hopefully, I portrayed your character the way you wanted :') Hope you enjoy!!

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It all started when a new character was introduced to the digital circus. Kianna Komori. She had lush brown hair, pale skin, and wore a white, long Victorian dress. Her headpiece had a veil covering most of her face and flowers adorned it. She also happened to have a bouquet of white flowers. She looked just like a bride. And she was. But where was her groom?

She didn't talk to any of the members of the circus, she was quiet and reserved. She moved just like a puppet on strings. She would stroll through the halls as if searching for something… or someone. Her plain but poignant makeup never faltered, no matter how much she cried behind her room's walls.

Ragatha had tried her best to make her feel welcome. She really did…but something felt off with the bride. It didn't help that Jax fed their bad thoughts on Kianna, making them not so keen on approaching her.

Jax, the sarcastic, irritating but charming rabbit. He had developed quite a crush on the princess. He had successfully managed to stir any competition (not like there were many (or any) to begin with) away.

He had started to accompany Kianna on her walks. At first, Kianna paid no mind to him, she seemed more lost in thought. But Jax persisted.

He had begged Caine for stuff like roses, biscuits and other stuff to coerce her. In return, he had promised Caine that he'd behave (not only did he bruise his ego by begging, but he also promised to behave! Caine couldn't believe his ears… if he even had any).

Jax presented each of his gifts to her as romantically as he could. Indeed, he wasn't very experienced, but he made due. And she gladly accepted them, and soon, she fell in love.

Her search abruptly stopped as she focused more on Jax as they hung around more and more. They'd take strolls, sit by each other at the table, and even visit each other's rooms.

Kianna opened up to Jax too, exposing her vulnerable side. She told him how she felt when her sister had passed, and how she had cried for months on end. She shared as well any of her nightmares or when she'd have a break-down, Jax would always be by her side.

Safe to say that they'd get along well. However, to any outsiders, it was a completely different story. No one was allowed to touch Kianna and believe me, no one could. Jax made sure of that.

Although Jax and Kianna were practically together, this didn't stop Jax from teasing others. This earned Pomni a couple nasty glares from Kianna.

Anyway, let us circle back to Kianna being a bride.

Recently, her search began again, only this time, more frantically. She'd toss pillows away, open and empty out drawers and search high and low. And no one knew for what.

“Kianna? What's the matter with you?” Jax would ask, worried.

He'd try to get her mind off things by being extra romantic with her, but nothing worked. Kianna was getting closer and closer to getting abstracted. And Jax knew… he knew the signs.

Jax was starting to think she was searching for an exit to leave this place… to leave him. This made him panic even more.

However, little did Jax know that Kianna had no intentions of leaving him.

One day, Jax had had enough and grabbed Kianna's hands to stop her from messing up her room even more.

“Sweetheart? What's going on?? Talk to me, please… I'm… I'm scared.” He admitted, swallowing down all his pride.

Jax stared into Kianna's glassy eyes.

“My… groom…” She gasped.

At first, Jax's worst nightmare broke out, thinking Kianna was already engaged. But then, she reached up to touch his face.

“Who am I… without my groom?” Her voice was barely a whisper.

She tightened her hands around Jax's.

Jax looked at her, confused. “Me? I'm…your groom?”

He blushed once Kianna slowly nodded. He let go of her hands and took a step back. Truth be told, he always thought that marriage was too big of a commitment for him. But, for Kianna, he'd be prepared to get abstracted if it meant he'd see her smile.

Naturally, he quickly agreed.

Hurriedly, they asked Caine to digitally create a wedding venue. Caine being Caine, agreed if he could be the best man.

And so, the wedding was put in place. Everyone attended (be it by force or not) and the remaining seats were occupied by the Gloinks. It was a nice change in scenery for everyone. Bubble was the priest and helped them recite their vows.

It was a beautiful moment, and Caine couldn't help but shed a tear.

And thus, the bride found her groom.

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[imagining-in-the-margins]

CM Wedding Fic Challenge

The following are prompts including a wedding or proposal! Reader or OC fics AND Character/Character ships are allowed!

This event is over (Masterlist of Fics here), but you are welcome to use any of these prompts. If you would like to be added to the existing Masterlist of entries, please check out the Rules below!

Open Prompts

There is a wardrobe malfunction the day of the wedding.

Explain why the couple is late to their own wedding.

It's a little unconventional to meet the family at the wedding, but the couple just couldn't wait any longer.

The team finds out about the wedding five minutes before it happens. Possibly less. They've gotta literally run to the courthouse if they're going to make it.

Four members of the team come forward to offer something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blue.

Everything goes wrong and Character A is convinced that its ruined. Character B reminds them they only need one thing for their wedding to be perfect - each other.

After a crazy night out in Vegas, the couple wakes up with ring pops on their fingers and a certificate that proves the impossible.

Character A catches the bouquet... and tosses it to Character B. Does that count as a proposal?

Character A asks Character B's child's permission to marry their parent.

Character A could not have picked a worse time to propose to Character B.

Always the bridesmaid/groomsmen, never the bride/groom.

Character A falls head over heels for Character B, who is the adult entertainment at their best friend's bachelor(ette) party.

This is a marriage of convenience, but one of them really wants a wedding. They fall in love during the planning.

The couple discusses the moment they realized they wanted to marry one another.

Character A keeps trying to propose at the perfect moment, but keeps getting interrupted.

The team was already suspicous about their "friendship" but really didn't expect them to come back from a long weekend with matching rings.

Character A is very nervous about marriage to Character B because they never really had a positive example as a child.

Dialogue Prompts

"Is the (gun) holster really necessary? On our wedding day?"

"Are you asking me to marry you?" "Very poorly, yes."

"I don't think that's what they meant by a shotgun wedding."

"You're getting married? Why?" "For the tax benefits, mostly."

“Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

“Sorry, I must have misheard. I thought you just asked me to marry you.”

“This was not what I envisioned when I was a kid. It’s much better.”

Character Specific Prompts

[Tara] Tara's nervous about marriage after a divorce and a broken engagement, but seeing how well Rossi's *fourth* marriage seems to be working out for him has changed her mind.

[Hotch] Jack is the ringbearer and he informs the bride/groom that he’s lost the ring… a couple hours before the wedding.

[Spencer] He has the same dream he had before with Maeve. But this time, when he lifts the veil, he has no doubts.

[Spencer] The team thought he was visiting his mom in Las Vegas, so they weren’t expecting him to come back with a spouse.

[Spencer or JJ] A rewrite/expansion of the aftermath of Truth or Dare at Rossi’s wedding.

[JJ] She says goodbye before she makes the decision to marry Will.

AU Prompts

[Victorian/Royalty AU] Characters A and B are in an arranged marriage and meet for the first time on their wedding day.

[Soulmate AU] Characters A and B are soulmates. Character A is a romantic who wants to be wooed. Character B doesn't understand why they should have to do that if they're soulmates.

[Fairy AU] Character A thought they were clever enough to deal with fairies. Then they accidentally married one.

Rules

The fic can be a Reader insert, or a character/character ship. It can feature any Criminal Minds character.

Tag me in the fic, or send it to me in a Direct Message. It can be already written, or you can write it just for the challenge - I’m collecting both! You can also tag it “#mentioningmargins” which is a tag I track.

The fic can be any genre, but ONLY send me smut if your bio states you are 18+. I DO NOT WANT smut written by minors. Ever. At all. I will check. Platonic ships and pure, fluffy fics are 100% allowed.

Please include Content Warnings and a one-sentence Summary of the fic in your post.

Have fun!

[serenityseventeen]

Dino (이찬):

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“LOVE”

synopsis: Lee Chan has fallen for you. He likes you so much and is desperately trying to get you to like him back. You do like Chan but you act indifferent because you're afraid he wouldn't like you anymore when he knows more about you. At last, both of you can't hold back anymore.

genre: romance

characters: chan x florist!reader

a/n: I originally made this thinking that the reader was a Noona lol + it's so hot these days + I managed to learn '마.피.아. In the morning' outside in 98°F weather. That's not good but my house is really creaky and I need space...

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You stared down at your hand, seeing blood trickle down your thumb.

“Oh gosh,” You quickly ripped a napkin and pressed it on your thumb. You didn't feel the pain at first since you were used to getting pricked by thorns on flowers.

One of your coworkers headed your way with a bouquet for a customer. Upon seeing you pressing a napkin against your thumb, he already knew what had happened. He let out a large gasp. “Again? This is like the fourth time this week!”

You smiled, a bit embarrassed. Your life was filled with so many thoughts that you couldn't just toss, causing you to often drift away into a daze.

“You should be careful Y/N. Be careful for the sake of the customers, flowers, and yourself.”

You nodded slightly, looking down at your clumsy hands that were no better than your mind. You let out a small sigh as you took a peek at your thumb.

“Look, now that Chan guy is here again,” Your male coworker commented, his arms crossed, standing beside you in front of the cash register. “I bet he's going to make a big fuss.”

You looked up and through the large window by the entrance, you could see Chan open the door quickly. The door opening gave a small jingle of a bell and Chan immediately rushed inside, to you.

“Are you okay? What's with your hand?” Chan reached his hand over the counter and took yours, examining the small prick like it was a large wound.

Your co-worker rolled his eyes and walked away to check up on the other bouquets, his feet tapping on the smooth floor as he walked away.

“Gosh... I told you to be careful, why don't you ever take care of yourself? Why are you so clumsy?” Chan asked, not looking up from your hand.

Chan's delicate hands as he held onto your thumb gave your stomach butterflies. The way he was staring so intently at your thumb made your heart thump out of your chest.

Abruptly, you pulled your hand away.

“It's fine, it'll heal soon anyway. It's just a small prick from a thorn...”

Chan froze in place for a second but then looked up at you with a smile. He leaned against the counter and placed his elbows on it, looking at you so adoringly.

“So, you have any plans this weekend?” Chan asked, his smile so bright and his eyes so genuine.

‘I don't.’

“I do. Chan, I'm telling you, I don't have time for your continuous games,” you wiped your thumb one last time and took off the black apron you were wearing.

“I'm not playing any games.”

You knew he wasn't playing any games. Just from looking into his eyes, you could see that he was completely genuine. He was trying hard to win your heart not knowing that he has already won it.

But you couldn't love him. Loving him would only make it worse for you. Then, you'd have work, debt, family, and a lover to worry about. The things you cherish would eventually become nothing but a burden that would make your life harder and you didn't want to risk it.

As much as you wanted Chan as he wanted you, you couldn't possibly let that happen. You had so many flaws and seemingly no time for love. You wouldn't be able to dress up beautifully for him, take care of your body and skin, go out on dates, everything a couple would do, you wouldn't be able to do it. Some say that they're fine with that but the ending was always the same: they weren't fine with it.

Chan was still gazing at you lovingly. “I'll go and stay with you at your house if you don't want to go somewhere outdoors.”

“Are you crazy? Why would I let you inside my house?”

Chan was a bit disappointed with that answer.

“Do you work on the weekends too?” Chan asked.

“Yes.”

“How many break days do you have saved up?” Chan asked.

“No, Chan.”

Chan laughed. For some reason, he was happy because it seemed like you two had grown close enough that you could even read his mind now.

Chan met you a few months ago. He fell for you at first sight because of how focused your eyes looked. Your focused expression and tied-up hair just made him stop and stare. Something about you then just attracted him so immensely, like a calling.

He talked to you and it seemed like you knew he was showing interest because you shut him down so quickly. That only made Chan smile though. He was rejected without even getting a chance. For some reason, he wanted to keep trying.

Usually, he'd just accept the date that he got rejected, but for you, he couldn't. He wanted to get closer to you. As he continued to analyze your every move and get closer to you, he began to realize and learn many things about you. You were kind, selfless, and always hard-working. You were tired, lonely, and strong.

He knew that maybe all his efforts would just go to waste and in the end, he'd get nothing but heartbroken, but he was passionate. Something about you just made him fall so hard.

You had put on a denim jacket and after bowing goodbye to your coworker, you headed out of the shop. Your shift ended.

Chan followed you, catching up so that you two could walk side by side, at the same pace. He took out a can of coffee that he bought from a vending machine and held it out to you.

“Here, I bought one for you,” Chan said, smiling. He was waiting for you to say ‘thank you’ but he wouldn't be surprised if you didn't.

“No thanks,” you pushed away the drink. “I can buy my own stuff.”

Chan was slowly getting less hopeful. He started thinking if he should set a deadline; if you didn't fall for him by that time, he would completely disappear. All of your actions and words hurt him too, he was just able to endure it because he liked you so much.

Chan popped the can open. He put one hand inside his pockets where he felt a small cardboard box. His heart was beating out of his chest, so nervously, so afraid.

Your shoulders were brushing against each other for once.

“I like you.”

Chan's words made you stop.

You paused as he took two steps forward. Chan stopped as well. His eyes looked a bit sad but he was still holding that beautiful smile.

“I told you-”

“I know,” Chan took a sip of the coffee. “I know but I don't understand. I don't understand myself. I can easily give you up but I'm not. I don't even know why.”

Chan took another sip of the coffee.

“Actually, I'm afraid,” Chan continued, looking down at the ground. “The outcome scares me. I'm scared to get hurt.”

You two were standing under a lamppost, at the beginning of the sidewalk up the small, slanted hill of houses.

Chan scoffed to himself. “Even if everything changes and turns cold, I won't change how much I like you. It's just another unfortunate event for me to not have you. You know, you're like a dream.”

You stared at Chan. He was still genuine.

He kicked the floor, staring at the ground.

“I'll walk you home,” Chan said, finally looking up at you with a smile. His smile held a small ray of hope.

He was so sincere.

Your heart was aching once again.

The lamppost blinked.

“Chan,” you began, taking a deep breath. “Why do you like me?”

Chan raised his eyebrows, a bit flustered. He leaned back onto the lamppost, one hand in his pockets and one holding the can of coffee to his lips. Your eyes followed as he rested against the lamppost.

“Well, I can list a million reasons-”

“Why do you like a person like me? Why do you like me? What part of me is likable? My skin and hair are a mess, I'm poor, in debt, I'm nothing but a burden. I have nothing to me but burdens. I can't take care of myself. I can't keep myself in my hands,” You said, staring at Chan. Your eyes were locked on each other.

You gulped, expecting for him to just leave. You broke the eye contact and looked down at the ground, pressing your lips together, feeling tears sting your eyes.

“I can keep you in mine though,” Chan suddenly said.

You looked up.

Chan searched for something in his pockets and eventually took out a little white box. He opened it to reveal a bracelet with the words “BE HAPPY”.

He took your hand with a soft smile, slipping the bracelet onto your wrist.

“I can take care of you. You can trust me. Put yourself in my hands and it'll all be okay.”

Your eyes locked again. You glanced at the bracelet then back into his eyes.

Chan placed the can of coffee on the ground and took your face into his hands, stroking your cheeks ever so softly and gently.

“Even if you can't hold yourself up, I can hold you in my hands. I can take all your burdens because I like you.”

The tears finally fell down your face, making Chan a bit flustered and panicked because he thought he was saying something comforting.

“Wh-Why are you crying??” Chan asked. It was the first time for him to see you cry and he couldn't help but giggle softly. You looked cute in his eyes.

His warm hands were already giving so much comfort that you could trust him forever.

The people who walked past you two on the sidewalk stared. Chan continued to panic. Eventually, he placed his hands on your back and pulled you into a warm hug.

“You're such an idiot!” You finally said, crying into his chest.

“Huh? How am I an idiot??” Chan asked, chuckling in between his words, his hand patting the back of your head. He thought he sounded pretty intelligently genuine.

“You're nothing but a fool. I've liked you ever since I saw you but you never noticed. Why couldn't you just leave my life and make it easier for me instead of making me fall for you like this?”

Chan laughed as you continued to sob in his arms, his heart was racing with joy as he continued to pat the back of your head. He smiled and hugged you a bit tighter. It was the first time he hugged you.

“What are you talking about? I'm here to make your life easier! Don't worry, just don't take me for granted. I need you to love me too.”

You chuckled softly amid your tears.

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6/13/21 - 9:08 pm

[justahopelessssromantic]

A/N: Hey everybody! I hope you are doing well ❤️ I’m excited to be back with an update for this story but also so very nervous! It’s been a long time, almost feels like forever since posting last. I hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you think. Thank you so much for reading!

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"Ezekiel if you're not going to help me then fucking get lost!" Angel shouted as he held up the first part for the play set.

EZ finished reading the instructions ignoring his brother before he'd respond. "Do you even know what you're doing?" He asked looking up at Angel.

"Of course I fucking do." The Reyes Brothers just got there and Angel was already annoyed at EZ. "How hard can it be?"

"You're not even holding the first piece dumbass." EZ chuckled, grabbing the correct one.

"I knew I should have fucking asked Coco to help me." Angel grumbled under his breath. He tossed it to the ground before yanking the proper piece out of EZ's hands. "Of course I fucking knew that."

Monica rolled her eyes as she watched the two from her kitchen window.

"You know having those two put it together was a bad idea." Vicky laughed, slipping the cake into the space Monica had cleared in the fridge.

"We could have had it done by now." Monica agreed laughing. She slid the window closed to muffle the two's bickering. "In my defense I didn't really have a say in who did unfortunately." She leaned back against the counter facing Vicky. "Thank you again for coming early to help out."

"Of course." Vicky smiled. She loved helping with events and parties and just spending time with Monica, the daughter she never had. She waited a minute in silence rearranging the bouquet on the counter waiting for Monica to bring up her date first. She had been there an hour now and Monica had yet to mention anything about it much to Vicky’s dismay. "So, are you going to tell me about your date or just pretend it never happened?"

"No pretending needed. It never happened" Monica pushed off the counter deciding now would be the best time to check she had enough burgers. There was a reason she didn't bring it up.

Vicky watched Monica's as she opened the fridge up again. "What do you mean it didn't happen?" Vicky frowned, she hoped Monica hadn't gotten cold feet and bailed on the poor guy.

"I mean he never showed." Monica turned around and there it was. The dreaded look of pity. "It's fine," she waved Vicky off walking past her with a couple beers in hand, "it's not a big deal so please don't make it one." She pleaded leaving Vicky alone in the house for a moment to bring the beers out to Angel and EZ.

Angel welcomed the break from the work and a break from EZ even though they had just started not that long ago. He wiped his hands off on his jeans as he made his way towards Monica meeting her halfway.

“Thank you, I really needed this.” He took the beer from her, immediately taking a drink.

“Yeah I can see that.” Monica teased leaning back against the railing on the deck. “EZ has gotten a lot done so far.” She laughed watching EZ doing all the work now.

“He’s a prospect, it’s his job, a right of passage.” Angel grinned before taking another swig of his beer. He situated himself next to Monica leaning back back to watch EZ as well. “And I’m not doing nothing, I’m supervising.”

Monica nudged him playfully with her shoulder shaking her head smiling. “Sure you are.”

Angel smiled as he pulled out a cigarette to light. “How was your night?” He didn’t know whether or not to bring it up but it just sort of slipped out.

“It was nice, and quiet.” She added. Yes she was bummed and embarrassed about last night but there were some perks to it. She got to have the night just to herself, well what was left of it once she got home at least. “How was yours?”

“It was alright.” Angel shrugged, it was just another night with EZ and his Pops. He always felt a little like an outsider when he was with them. They talked most of the night while Angel just sat back trying to focus more on the game on the tv than anything else. That didn’t really matter anyways because all Angel’s mind could focus on was Monica and what she was doing and how he would have rather been anywhere with her than there. “Would have been better if you were there.”

Something changed seeing her last night for that date. He always wanted her but now it was bigger than just wanting her, it was like he needed her. She was on his mind all night and he couldn’t wait to see her again today. He practically drug EZ out of the trailer this morning just to get over there.

He felt like that silly teenager crushing on the one he could never have all over again.

“I doubt that,” Monica brushed the comment off not thinking anything of it. She looked up at the sky closing her eyes as she let the warmth from the sun wash over her a small smile playing on her lips.

Angel found himself staring, taking in every feature of her face as if it was the first time he’d seen it or the last time he’d get to. His gaze trailed down the bridge of her nose to her soft slightly tinted pink lips, a little smudge of lipstick was just under her bottom lip. He smiled to himself, she was perfect.

Damn was he in trouble.

He watched as her lips pulled apart into a bigger, brighter smile. “You’re staring Reyes, is there something on my face or something?” She asked him.

“What? No, sorry, you’re good.” Angel tried to play it cool but felt as if she could see right through him.

Monica stood up straighter now wiping at her face suddenly feeling self conscious. “You aren’t lying to me are you?” She narrowed her eyes at him, “you had that goofy smile on your face. If there’s something just tell me. I don’t want to run around all day looking like an idiot.”

“You got a little,” Angel motioned to her face trying to tell her where the smudge was. She was seeming to wipe at every part of her face but where it was. At this rate she would more than likely make a bigger mess of her makeup before she fixed the little one. “Here, just stop, I got you.” He said reaching out. Before he could stop himself his thumb was running across her soft skin right below her bottom lip clearing the stain and lingering just a second too long. “There.” He whispered so low he almost couldn’t even hear himself.

Their eyes met, both feeling a subtle shift between them. His touch still burned against her skin. She wanted to reach up running her finger across the path his thumb just traced across her skin, sure her flesh would be on fire. Monica swallowed her mouth now feeling unbearably dry. She smiled, taking a step away from him in hopes to get rid of this strange new feeling she was experiencing. “I, I better go check on things.” She stumbled on her words motioning back towards the house. “Make sure Vicky’s alright.”

Angel cleared his throat, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah I should probably get back to that too.” He awkwardardly pointed back to EZ.

“Oh yeah here’s this.” Monica handed him the beer for EZ she almost forgot all about, “I’ll be just inside, holler if you need anything.” She said quickly before turning around heading back towards the house not giving Angel a chance to say anything else.

Angel headed back towards EZ lighting his cigarette on the way. He handed his brother the beer while taking a drag. Looking back he watched as Monica disappeared behind the door and out of sight trying to make sense of what just happened.

It wasn’t just him who felt that, it couldn’t have been.

EZ popped the top off his beer grinning at his brother. “What was all that about?”

Angel turned his attention back to his brother.“What?”

“You know what I’m talking about,” the grin was still plastered all over his face. He hadn’t seen his brother this worked up about a girl since high school and he was finding it very entertaining. “That was definitely something.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Angel walked past EZ. “ It’s nothing.”

“Didn’t look like nothing.” EZ took a drink of his beer.

“You’re seeing shit.” Angel insisted not wanting to hear any more shit from EZ. “Just shut the fuck up and get back to work.” Angel turned around and pushed EZ back towards the pile on the ground. “We don’t have all day.”

Monica scrubbed at her hands in the kitchen sink looking out the window back at Angel and EZ. She dried her hands before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. She couldn’t shake the weird exchange that just happened. Angel looked back at the house making Monica duck away. She prayed she didn’t get caught looking. She didn't even know why she cared all of a sudden but she did. She felt ridiculous as she stood there, heart pounding.

Something shifted and she was sure she couldn’t be the only one who felt it. Or maybe it was all just in her head and she was being ridiculous. That seemed more likely.

“Is everything okay?” Vicky asked, raising an eyebrow curiously. She had just come back from the bathroom and caught the last of Monica’s movements.

“Yeah, why?” Monica said a little too quickly. “Everything is fine,” she insisted grabbing Vicky’s arm, leading her into the living room to start the decorating, “but there is still lots to be done before everyone gets here so we better get to it.”

*****

The party was in full swing, everyone mingling while the kids played running around the yard and all over the new play set, their giggles and squeals filling the air. Maddie was so excited when she saw her surprise she ran straight past Monica when Hank brought her home for the party. She immediately began climbing and playing, not being able to contain her excitement and hadn’t stopped since.

Angel sat with a few of the guys at one of the tables chatting about work and an upcoming run to Nevada. He kept looking for Monica, watching as she checked her phone for about the fifth time now since the party had started.

“Do you know what that’s about?” Angel asked Raphael, Monica’s coworker who was sitting on the other side of the table.

“Yeah, Lydia. She’s still not here yet and hasn’t answered any of Monica’s texts or calls.” Raphael said, taking another look around, not that he would have missed her.

“Where the hell would she be?” Gilly spoke up. It was odd for her to not be there, she never missed any of Maddie’s birthdays before. Her and Monica were practically sisters, everyone knew that. They never missed the big moments in each other’s lives.

“Probably with that asshole she’s supposedly seeing.” Raphael said bitterly sitting back in his chair. Monica had mentioned it to him earlier when he had asked about her and he couldn’t help the jealousy it brought up in him. It seemed like Lydia would give any asshole a chance but never saw him right there in front of her.

“Who?” Coco asked, this new information piquing his interest.

“I don’t know exactly, Monica didn’t say much.” Raphael finished off his drink now swirling his empty bottle around. “And I need another drink.”

“I got it, need another one myself anyways.” Coco offered standing up. Monica had just gone back inside while on the phone once more and he wanted to check on her.

Monica finished leaving another voicemail for Lydia. She looked at her phone once more checking for any messages but there was still nothing. She had to face it, Lydia wasn’t coming and she couldn’t hold off on cake any longer. Monica took a deep breath trying to calm herself, she was pissed not just for herself but Maddie too. Lydia had never missed one of Maddie’s birthdays before. What made it worse was Monica was sure it had to do with that new guy Michael.

Lydia ditched her goddaughter for a man.

Monica pulled the unicorn cake from the fridge. She opened up the package containing the candles and finished off the cake placing five of them strategically around its horn. She made sure they were all evenly spaced, taking extra care to get it right while she stalled going back outside. She wanted just a little more time to clear her head before she went back out.

Coco stepped into the house closing the sliding glass door behind him. Monica heard him come in, knowing it was Coco by the sounds of his movements but still her attention never strayed from the cake.

Coco leaned against the counter watching her. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, fine.” She kept her response short avoiding the reason she was upset even though she knew that he knew, “Just getting ready for cake. I need to light the candles so we can get this show on the road.” Monica gave the candles one final adjustment. She turned around still never once looking at Coco. She began her search through the junk drawer in the counter behind her for a lighter. She mumbled and cursed as she continued her search determined to find it. Coming up empty she finally accepted defeat with a slam of the drawer.

“Yeah you certainly seem okay.” Coco chuckled trying to lighten the mood. “You know over half the people here fucking smoke and have a lighter, all you have to do is ask.” Coco pulled his lighter out of his pocket and handed it to her.

Monica turned finally facing him. She took his green lighter he had extended out to her. “Thank you.” She muttered. She stalled a little longer with the cake pretending to be busy with it.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Coco offered leaning against the counter once more.

“Not really.”

Coco nodded before pushing himself off the counter. He disappeared a minute before coming back with two shot glasses and the bottle of vodka from the hidden liquor cabinet.

“What are you doing?” Monica looked at the glasses watching Coco as he poured the shots.

“Pouring shots.” Coco said matter of factly. “What does it look like I’m doing? You look like you could use one.” He slid one across the counter.

“It’s my daughter’s fifth birthday party. I shouldn’t be taking shots.” Monica protested sliding it back. She could have a beer or a wine cooler but that was all she would allow herself.

“That’s exactly why you should take this shot with me.” He insisted pushing it back towards her. “Come on, just the one.”

“That’s what you said last time.” Monica let out a small laugh, loosening up some now. Their whole arrangement had started one lonely night with just one shot. “And now here we are six years later.”

“Yeah, I guess that’s fuckin true.” He agreed. “Damn does time fly.”

“It certainly does.”

The two took a moment caught up in their own thoughts reminiscing on what once was, thinking how far they had come and how things had changed so much since those simpler times.

“Well why not?” Monica broke the silence, “Fuck it.”

“There she is.” Coco grinned holding his glass up. “Fuck it.”

Monica held her glass up before downing the clear liquid. She set her glass down with a clink letting the burn of the alcohol pass before taking Coco’s glass from him.”You were always better at that than me.” She laughed taking the glasses to the sink setting them down to be added with the other dishes to be washed later. “Thank you, I needed that.” She pulled him in for a hug. “Do you mind gathering everyone for me?”

“Sure, I’ll see you back out there.” Coco gave her shoulder a squeeze then grabbed a couple of the beers from the cooler on his way out.

Monica lit the candles admiring the flames for a second. She carefully picked up the cake to make her way out. As soon as she got out the door she began to sing happy birthday with everyone picking up and joining in with her.

She smiled, her heart filled with joy seeing her baby surrounded by all the people who loved her. She really couldn’t have asked for a better family to raise her around. She set the cake down on the table in front of Maddie, her smile as big as the world as she bounced excitedly on Hank’s lap looking at her beautiful cake.

The song ended and Maddie looked to Monica for the go ahead to blow out her candles.

“Go on baby.” Monica encouraged as everyone waited expectantly. “Blow out your candles and make a wish.”

Maddie took a very deep breath squeezing her eyes shut as she blew out her candles with one very special wish on her mind.

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[wheresmynaya]

Do you ever get frustrated at the amount of feedback you get per chapter? Ie. one chapter you receive great feedback and like 10+ reviews and the next chapter you only get like 3 reviews. It's the same story but sometimes you need to write in subplots and filler chaps to move the story along, not every chap can be action packed or filled with lovey dovey stuff.

I'm writing a multi-chap and it seems that whenever there's the drama and fights thats when I get the most reviews and when things reconcile, its like crickets even though I left plenty of other things to analyze. I'm not going to simply add in unnecessary things to get reviews or just to satisfy readers since I already have the arc planned. but I find it frustrating that the feedback varies so much. Idk, Its just more encouraging when readers are engaged and look at the story as a whole. Maybe that fact I'm writing for a slightly unpopular pairing has to do with it. Is there something I could do as a writer? I'm not writing simply for the sake of reviews, but it lets me know that my fic is worthwhile

Oh my God, YES! I can totally understand and relate. Especially what you said about needing to write necessary things to progress your story because you're right - it can't always be about action.

I'm trying to answer this by using my own experiences but there are a couple things that differ like the ship you're writing for and also who you are. Not to be like "Yes hi, I'm Riz and yes I will give you an autograph" bc LOL no gross.

I'm more so meaning that I have been with my fandom for a long time and developed a reputation through my work. I'm not sure how long you've been writing for your ship, but if you're relatively new then it will take some time for your audience to get to know you and your writing style and most of the time they do that in silence - no reviews/no feedback. They're just sussing you out which can be the most discouraging part about writing.

I'll put the rest under the cut bc I love talking about writing and I probably got carried away...

Writers need feedback and reviews which are different that showering you with compliments. Both are great, but like you said - writers need to know what their audience is thinking. Then again, that silence could mean your story isn't ✨hitting✨ the way it should...yet.

So 3 things: relevant subplots, interesting filler and scene importance. Yes, I just made that up hahah but it all has to do with pacing.

So about pacing, there is a way to balance the action, filler, subplots so that EVERY chapter feels like an 'action-packed' chapter. I think it depends on what you consider 'action' but once you figure out the balancing act then I think you'll see an increase in feedback. There's nothing worse than starting a story only for it to take a detour down a road that I'm not really interested in because it has nothing to do with my ship or the main purpose of the story so make sure your subplots are relevant. Same with filler chapters; you don't have to create a lull for the sake of creating a lull. Also, not every scene needs to be written.

Here's an example, I hate writing weddings LOL and yet 3 of my stories involve a wedding. I think they all have the same elements and I get bored writing them so for HtD I decided I wasn't going to write it. Instead, I wrote about it - I talked about a ceremony and about a reception but I never went into enough detail to bore anyone. I picked out a couple scenes that could enhance my main plot but I wrote it in a way that made it feel natural and necessary. I made sure to include 'action' but it wasn't necessarily action at all - just a bouquet toss. I didn't give my audience a moment for their eyes to glaze over because of the pacing. I breezed through parts that didn't matter and honed in on parts that could.

Hopefully that was a good example and you kind of catch my drift. I also think talking with other writers and checking out writer blogs and advice helps A LOT. So come through again if you want to talk stuff out - maybe I can help lol idk I just ramble and hope its useful but that's all part of the process!