#I wrote it awhile ago

[jaeminri]

02:51 ✿ lee heeseung ⁝ 0.6k words

you look beautiful.

that's what heeseung wants to say to you.

he has always thought you were beautiful. never once has he thought otherwise. even back when the both of you were eight and your hair was tied up in pigtails with pink ribbons on them, your cute tutu skirts puffing up at your sides as you licked on the big rainbow lollipop with a wide grin.

he remembers thinking you looked beautiful.

then there was that time when you were both twelve, when you had made your daily visits to the neighborhood comic book store after school. you had picked out a comic and chose to sit at those hidden, comfy pillowed-seats that was right beside the window. for some reason, you had always liked the sunlight, and he never really understood why. and, although he hated the bright light shining into his eyes, young heeseung still took a seat beside you and read his own comic. at one point of time during both of your silent reading, you had giggled a little under your breath, and he had turned to glance at you. twelve year old heeseung had stilled, choosing to stare at you for the next hour because you had the prettiest smile plastered on while reading.

he remembers thinking you looked beautiful again.

at your sweet sixteen birthday party, heeseung stood behind the clicking cameras. you had your other friends beside you, arms around each other as you grinned widely for the photographs being taken. a few times, your friends had dipped their fingers in the cake frosting and wiped it on the side of your cheeks and your nose. instead of getting angry, heeseung remembers you laughing so hard, struggling to get out of their grasps and teasing. then you had looked into the crowd of adults and teens, and met eyes with him. and he remembers, you waving for him to take a picture together and you handing him his copy of the polaroid.

he remembers, staring at the polaroid almost everyday and thinking you looked beautiful.

when the both of you graduated college, heeseung had bought a bouquet of flowers for you, but he couldn't pass it to you until the ceremony was almost over. you were too preoccupied with your other friends and your family, taking pictures left and right and also, accepting gifts from different people. you were a popular girl in school, he wasn't going to deny that, hence why you had also received chocolates and more flowers from either juniors or people of the same batch. yet somehow, you never once accepted any of the confessions, only thanking them and appreciating their feelings.

every once in awhile, heeseung remembers you always looking over at him, as if you wanted to go up to him, but ended up not because you'd get pulled away by others. so, when the sun was about to set and the crowd had dispersed, he finally had his alone time with you. he had handed you the baby's breath bouquet, and wished you a happy graduation. and then, right at that moment again, the orange sun reflected in your eyes, and you smiled.

you were beautiful, really. he had thought.

right now, as he looks at your 26 year-old self, his thoughts stay the same. he looks at you with the same smile, the same gaze, and the same feelings he always had as a child. you look back at him with an even wider smile, pulling at the sides of your long white gown.

you are beautiful. but heeseung doesn't tell you that, he never has. and perhaps, he does regret it a little.

because, maybe if he did from the start, you would be walking the aisle for him, wearing the gown for him, looking beautiful for him.

© JAEMINRI, 2023

[britneyshakespeare]

you know what i realized

is giving

[pinkeoni]

“X character either ends the series in a relationship or they have to die” listen to how you sound

[dykeydean]

i'm sorry i'm the one you love (no one will ever love me like you again)

Claire has been on the run for two years. Hunting is like a sixth sense now. Grief and rage and killing and salting and driving and lying, and something inside her is burning hotter than the corpses.  Sometimes, when the last victim is safe and the vampire-werewolf-ghoul-spirit-demon is on her, she thinks about how easy it would be to let it rip out her throat. Let it kill her. She wonders if she would see her dad in Heaven, or go straight down to Hell. At night she dreams of Kaia. In the morning she throws a plate against the wall of her motel and regrows her claws.

my claire/kaia analysis & my claire thesis. i love her. this fic does not have a happy ending. heart

[rosicheeks]

Rosie, the blooming flowers of your soul,

Carpets the mind of this humble writer,

Your radiant smile is made to console,

The world so it turns ever so brighter.

Poetry made manifest by your celestine power,

Continue being a soft candle ever glowing,

To rain upon the darkness as a gentle shower,

Sprouting forests in beauty growing,

Healing all you touch.

🥹🥹🥹

[aces-sweetheart]

luffy is obsessed with your thick thighs!!! he loves how soft they are and how they jiggle when he touches them. he could spend hours just playing with them, watching and feeling your thighs moving to his touch. he especially loves laying his head on them, holding his straw hat on his chest, while you play with his hair.

[permanently-changing]

We’re told to be more present. That pictures can’t capture a moment, so you should put your phone down and just live it.

Sometimes a picture captures a moment better than your experience. It’s a moment that happened, you didn’t see it at that time. You were there. You felt it, fleetingly.

The photo can bring back that feeling, allowing you to re-enter the joy, happiness, and love in a way you experienced it when it happened but didn’t recognize. And now you see it and just feel it.

It’s why we take the pictures, because oftentimes the right one is a well full of love and memory.

[bye-bye-firefly]

tear out this lump in my throat with your teeth

the aching is unbearable creaking in my joints popping in my jaw words, clawed out of my throat air, sucked down like rusty nails

i am a stranger a word spoken to the wind a leaf on the water a shadow blanketing concrete a ghost in someone's home

i may seem here but i am not. when i was young, i would beat people with my fists until i pummelled them into submission

after a long time, you think you get better but you only know better; the people are simply too far away (because you can only ever know better)

oh, you always hurt the ones you love some more than others at night i will curl up and hug my memories to my chest and i will whisper my sorries and i will dream of better worlds and i will cry

i am sorry, all i cherish so dearly i am sorry that you can only ever get the best of me

[marsneedstherapy]

here are some of my very thoughtful and very intellectual annotations in my copy of flf bc fhh is almost out so yk why not

[werewolves-are-real]

Fun fact my next chapter of Without Reason that I've been chipping away at for like 8 months was ALMOST finally finished. Even started writing the next chapter after it and I'm about halfway through that one.

Except the start included another short scene at a synagogue and Spock telling Rekal a story about his mom's family in Israel ☠️ there's no way to post that without seeming like I'm making some cringe real-events tie in through fanfic, or making a cryptic 'statement' people would analyze to death. And tbh I'd probably get death threats based on what I've been seeing on my feed so uhhhh. Gotta scrap that now

[rainbowpufflez]

If Bo gets one singular note on this he’ll post the little breakup scenario he wrote for Gus and Lys

[falsemortal]

Secret Admirer 💐

A knock at the door, followed by a short ring of their doorbell.

Max calls to Laura to get the door from their spare bedroom-turned temporary home office.

She rolls her eyes as she trudges through their apartment.

Annoyance rolls off of her. It’s not like she was in the middle of studying for her final exam or anything like that. Definitely wasn’t filling out a job application for a vet clinic nearby either.

She twists the handle to open the door open, and readies a ‘No, I don’t want to buy anything or join your religion’ type speech but stops in her tracks as she sees a large bouquet of flowers in her face.

“Oh,” she breathes, the flower deliveries were usually just left outside their door, she never met with the delivery man.

Laura had been receiving new flowers every other week for the past year. They always came with a thoughtful handwritten note, but were never signed who they were from.

She’d kept the notes secret, for those days when she felt awful about herself. Which was more often than not nowadays.

She reaches to take the flowers, but they’re lowered slightly to reveal someone she was not expecting.

Travis.

He was standing there in a soft flannel shirt, his ears were red, and he looked uncharacteristically nervous.

Her eyes widen and she joins him in the hallway, not quite closing the door behind her. “Travis? What are you doing here? What-”

He hands her a note on the very same stationary that she had tucked and locked away from Max.

It was me.

She inhales shallowly, the tickling feeling of a tear threatens to fall from her eyes.

His voice is gentle, and he clears his throat, “I’m.. sorry. I needed you to know and you can hate me-”

She pulls him into a tight hug, crushing the flowers in between them.

He grunts in surprise, dropping the flowers to the side and wrapping his arms around her.

She pulls back a tiny bit and looks up to meet his eyes.

He opens his mouth and then shuts it, his heart thumping loudly.

Laura smiles up at him and stretches up to kiss him, she hums contently when he reciprocates gently.

“It’s.. definitely a surprise, but I don’t hate you Travis. Far from it. I’m… actually really glad it’s you.”

Happiness flashes behind his dark eyes and he leans down to kiss her, of which she greedily takes and deepens it with a low moan.

They don’t hear the door swing open behind them.

“Laura, hon, is it the-” A short pause, “What the fuck?!”

[augustheart]

sorry for starting a new long fic i don't do it on purpose

[drowningincaffiene]

I HATE YEARN O'CLOCK

[quiznak-ofgrayskull]

Actually writing kinnporsche fanfiction and I'm having so much fun with it actually

[for-i-am-dying-of-such-love]

Chapters: 3/3 Fandom: Xena: Warrior Princess Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Gabrielle/Xena Characters: Gabrielle (Xena), Xena (Xena) Additional Tags: all she does is yearn, wet dreams, Dream Sex, sexual fantasies, unresolved sexual tension... until it isn't, she's horny and she doesn't quite know it... until she does, First Kiss, Porch Porn (XR 2023) Series: Part 1 of started with a spark, now we're on fire Summary:

She kissed you once - in your mind; in a dream; in the place that exists beyond life and death. She kissed you once in spirit and it scorched your mouth. You can still feel the blisters beneath your tongue when you wet your lips. You ache to feel that burn sweep across your tender flesh. The sear of her kiss on your throat and your breast and at the apex of your thighs. The delicious burn of her touch. She is the flint, and you are the tinder, and together you could make a glorious spark.

OR: Gabrielle is having revelations.