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me w the yeosang angst oml i started sobbing when i realized ppl actually liked it..

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oh how i can imagine a vampire hwa au with this sjjsjs

All toy age ranges are enforced by law. You, a lego-loving vampire, just turned 100.

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dear diary (k.ys)

!! pairing: yeosang!nonidol au x fem!reader !! genre: angst !! summary: an arranged marriage that was steering in the right direction, except neither of you realized how much you loved each other. especially yeosang..except he found out too late. !! word count: 1.5k !! playlist: hug me cover by yeosang, j's lullaby by delaney bailey &, present by lloyd vaan

notes: i will write fluff and crack soon i swear!! but oh gosh i sobbed the whole time writing this esp while listening to yeo's hug me cover OML.. but uh here yall go i suppose (this isn't proofread yet jjsjs-) alsooo credits to @fairytopea for this beautiful divider <3

“I found this..when cleaning your room sir” the maid’s voice was distant, muddled as if he were underwater and she watched from the shore. “Leave it on my desk” the words were robotic, Yeosang’s eyes glued to the screen in front of him. Fingers clicking noisily at the keyboard, the laptop’s brightness burning holes into his lenses. Light no longer peeked in through the blinds of his home’s office, the darkness similar to the shadows casted beneath his weary eyes. Hours on end, without halt, were spent before the computer. He stopped going into the office, requesting to work from home. Sometimes spending days and nights, typing away, proofreading files that had been checked over thrice already.

He didn’t have much to look forward to these days.

Nonetheless, once the maid had wandered off, his eyes strayed towards the item she’d brought..a peculiar book. Worn out with time, but familiar regardless. Flashes of the book on the nightstand, sometimes on the porch swing, and then hidden at any other given moment. It was a silly cover, mimicking the book from the infamous anime ‘Death Note’. His heart shrank at the sight, soft laughs taunting his mind as his eyes stared down the inanimate object. He couldn’t focus on the repetitive work on his laptop any longer, so he heaved himself off the chair.

“Take a shower, you reek” a harmonious fit of giggles left her lips, and Yeosang rolled his eyes at the antics. 

Snatching the book off his desk, he trudged through the dim hallways of his home. It resembled a ghosttown at the moment, he was the sole inhabitant currently. The maid, long gone to her gold haven with family. His bedroom was swallowed in darkness, like storm clouds resided over the bed. He didn’t bother changing, only falling backwards into the plush, icy mattress. Chills settled permanently over the house, the atmosphere was constantly cold and lifeless.

He gripped at the notebook, lifting himself upwards so he was seated on the bed. Eyes lingering on the stickers pressed all over the gloomy black cover, little smiley faces staring back at him. It was a sight of normalcy he craved, the eccentric chaos he missed. Her beautifully peculiar nature. After a lifetime, his finger peeled open the cover, to reveal neat handwriting scrawled into the first page. It was dated for May 3rd, one year prior.

“Dear diary…No that sounds weird. Dear journal? I don’t know what to call this, I’ll figure it out. But today marks my first week of being married (even though it was arranged)! You think a girl would be swooning, especially since he’s such a hunk. But..I kinda think he hates me. Unfortunately because he’s so handsome, I guess it’s my mission to get him to fall in love with me. It will take loads of work, since he’s so quiet but I’m determined! My first tactic will be cooking him his favorite meal..and I will update once it’s done!”

“Update, I nearly burnt the kitchen down. Thank god the maid was there and it wasn’t too bad but oh god he looked so angry..He didn’t even come into the room after..disheartening but I hope some takeout will make it up to him..”

A small smile tugged at his lips, the words ushering him into their first week of marriage. He remembered it all too well, coming home to her shrieking and the maid helping her put out the small fire. He was indeed infuriated, so much so he had spent the rest of the night in his office. At an ungodly hour of the night, he heard knocking at the wooden door. She peeked her head in, holding out a tray like a peace offering.

“M’sorry for the whole..accident. I got some takeout though!” he couldn’t forget the way his heart swelled at her gesture, when she placed the tray and rushed out of the office in a flustered hurry. The plastic container was neatly arranged with utensils and a crisp bottle of water. A note attached the napkin, and it provoked a snicker from him.

‘Sleep soon or else you’ll be cranky in the morning.’

Lost in the memories, he needed more, flipping frantically onto another page. This entry was dated to December 24th of last year, Christmas eve? 

“Dear diary (it’s so cringe but anyways). It’s already Christmas, wow time flies when you’re so busy. Things are the same I suppose, but I bought him a gift! It’s a really stupid gift but I thought it suited him really well. He’s like a doberman, Yeosang the doberman. It has a great ring to it, so I got him this doberman plushy. It’s big and super cute, and I wrote this card with it…I hope he’ll like it. He seemed extra stressed this week and I didn’t want to make it all worse. What’s stupid is that, no matter how distant he seems, I find myself falling for him even more. Beneath all his stoicness, he’s a sweetheart (or that’s what I keep telling myself). Anyways, I’m writing this like two minutes before midnight so merry christmas to my journal.. Thanks for listening to me ramble!”

Her innocence, and childishness, was so sugary sweet. A delicacy he pushed away constantly, for no reason besides the fact that their relationship was an arrangement. The smile that stretched over his lips upon opening the gift, and reading over the note when she was asleep. He didn’t realize it, but he was beyond obsessed, infatuated with this angel he’d been blessed with. In her sleep, he pressed one tender kiss to her forehead, and watched over her gentle form with sheer adoration. It was the best Christmas a man like him could’ve ever asked for.

May 2nd of this year…it was the page he flipped onto without mind. Her final entry, the morning before everything was meant to crumble. 

“Dear diary, today I’ve got an appointment with my doctor for a checkup. Yeosang’s busy in a meeting so he can’t drop me off, but he’s sent the driver to pick me up. Tomorrow’s our one year anniversary, and I’ve got a whole surprise planned. First: We’ll have dinner at the beachside restaurant and then we’ll go on a walk across the sand till sunset. Once the sun starts setting, I’ll tell him..how much he means to me. I don’t think he realizes it and I don’t know if he feels the same way, but in the year that we’ve been married, I felt my life take a 180. He’s one of the only people who deals with my antics without complaint, even though he seems annoyed..he’s still silent about it. Gosh I sound so lovesick…but he makes me feel complete. I love him so much, I know this was just an arranged marriage and yet..I can’t help but love everything about him. His pretty smile that is reserved for my silliest jokes, the birthmarks on the side of his face that I just can’t help but reach out and pet sometimes… I hope he loves me even if it’s just a little bit, I’ll be over the damn moon! The driver’s here now, I’ll update you later :)”

His fingers dragged along the penmanship, a tear staining the page. He couldn’t ruin this too, this didn’t deserve to be tainted. Streams of painful tears stained his cheeks and continued to flow, a choked out sob crawling out of his throat. Heart constricted and aching, he hugged the notebook and bawled. Nobody would come to comfort him in this loneliness, the sunshine long gone and he couldn’t even say a proper goodbye. He couldn’t tell her how much he loved her gorgeous smile that would brighten his world. Her sense of humor that would beat any comedian in her path. Everything about her made it all worthwhile.

“Yeosang?” her voice croaked, Yeosang’s hands holding onto hers for dear life. On the hospital bed, bleeding and bruised, the doctors at the bedside ready like grim reapers. “I’m here angel” a single tear trickled down her battered face, and he rushed to wipe it away. “It’s the first time you called me that” she wept, and pulled his hand close to her lips. She pressed a gentle kiss to the top of his hand, and all the strength he was mustering came so close to crashing down. He had to be strong for her, he wouldn’t want her final memories of him to be a sobbing mess.

“I love you Yeosang” the final part of his name came out in an exhausted sigh. Her hold on his hand fell limp, and the machines laughed at him with their flatlining noise. He cried out, shaking her as nurses shoved him out of the room. Their attempts were feeble, all the doctor did was place his hand on Yeosang’s shoulder. As if it could soothe him, yet nothing would. Nothing in the world would soothe him anymore, the sun was gone, the candle’s flames all burnt out.

“I love you too” he whispered into the mocking silence, with hopes that she was watching over him now. In his broken state, crumpled on the bed, with her book tight in his arms.

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Me w my drafts 😭😭

My average writing experience:

"Alright I think I'm almost done actually-"

*Google doc grows second health bar and a choir starts singing in latin*

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idk how i just found out abt this but hi :) i was wondering if i could join bc i had a fic in mind for wooyoung and the devil wears prada (ive been obsessed w the idea for so long i needed an excuse to write it c:)

ｌｏａｄｉｎｇ ｉｎｔｅｒｆａｃｅ．．．

you've found a discovery: cinema experience

lissie: greetings! not going to lie, i didn't expect to achieve this milestone in the quick manner that it is (shout out to laurel hell for that like i still am baffled). thank you for taking a chance in reading the fics, giving it a like, giving a reblog and/or comment, and for following the blog. as with the other discoveries found, i'll be sending back to the community and what is not a good way to do that by hosting an open collab for writers who write for ateez, txt, and/or enhypen.

what is cinema experience?

from the youthful stories of call me by your name, to the adventures in star wars, the horror depths of friday the 13th, to the exuberant tales from the princess bride. here is the cinema experience.

cinema experience is a fic collaboration project centred on adapting stories from cinema and creating your own twist and take on it. so, any movie you want to adapt, from the indie to the blockbusters. to the oldies and the newest. give it a twist to your liking, a horror version of the breakfast club with hongjoong in mind, or lost in translation with a sci-fi twist for sunghoon.

this collab is open for anybody that wants to / is writing for ateez, txt, and/or enhypen and will last until the end of 2024. if you decide to join in, your name will be listed on this post.

if you are interested in joining, the guidelines will be below the cut:

guidelines:

this project is for ateez, txt, & enhypen fics

the fics can be either reader insert x idol or oc x idol (no idol x idol pairing)

minimum word count is 1000 (1k)

though i love timestamps, headcanons, drabbles, and reactions, this project is for full-length works only.

plagiarism is extremely prohibited, especially if you are plagiarizing existing works. believe in yourself that you can create something great!

smut and suggestive are allowed but no smut for jungwon and no suggestive and smut content for niki (as per following my blog's guideline)

all written works will be added to a masterlist that i'm making by the end of the year (december 31st, 2024)

if you want to join:

reblog this post with your member of choice and the movie your fic will be based on

tag your work with #discovery: 400 or tag me @/writingmochi when you are have posted it so i can put you in the masterlist!

the groups and the movies:

ATEEZ

@/writingmochi | san | wall-e (2008)

@pyeonghongrie | hongjoong | the phantom of the opera (2004)

@fureastel | yeosang | robin hood (1973)

@hotteoki | yunho | to all the boys i've loved before (2018)

@prodsh00ky | mingi | pirates of the caribbean franchise

@miirohs | seonghwa | how to train your dragon franchise

TXT

@/hotteoki | beomgyu | spirited away (2001)

@/writingmochi | soobin | bridge to terabithia (2007) and tigers are not afraid (2017)

ENHYPEN

@/writingmochi | jay | fallen angels (1995) and millennium mambo (2001)

lissie: i'll be looking forward to reading your works! once again, thank you so much for the milestone <3

our other discoveries:

discovery: 300 send me a fake fic title and i'll make the premise for you!

discovery: 100 ask me questions about my wips and/or writing process!

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Reblog the fundraisers you mfs!!!!! I don't know why you all skip those to reblog some pic of a banner saying "FREE PALESTINE" or of news from Columbia University! Literally these people from Gaza have made an account on Tumblr and is writing in english to communicate what they need and you all are coming onto my blog or on the tag and not reblogging their posts. We have people both Palestinian and non Palestinian vetting the fundraisers! I mean more the reblogs, more the chance of the fundraisers gaining momemtum, the more there would be a chance of a donation. Please donate if you can and reblog!!! and follow them if it is possible.

@/mohammedayesh has posted about getting leaflets, telling them to evacuate Rafah. They are very low on funds. Go follow them and reblog their posts and donate if possible.

We have @/haneenatya too whose mother is suffering from eye stroke and need to evacuate. Please I have been following them for some days and it doesn't seem their own posts are getting much attention.

Follow them! They are on tumblr. Reblog their posts and donate. The protests in universities are being done on account of them. They should be our focus.

(EDIT: on re-reading my post it seems as if I am dismissing all that the students of universities are doing. I am not. I just meant, since all of it is to help Palestinians, we must not ignore them when they ask for help).

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some of these works are pure aRT like,,leaves me in shock tbh

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

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Going from “celebrations on the streets of Rafah as Hamas accepts ceasefire deal” to “Israel chooses to continue offensive in Rafah and is currently carrying out targeted attacks” within the span of an hour is the most viscerally heartbroken I’ve been throughout the past months

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related too hard to this tbh,,, :D

Fanfic writers are like crows. If you give them treats (comments) they will bring you shiny things (fanfic)

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starcrossed (q.kn)

!! pairing: vampire!kun au x fallen_angel!fem reader !! genre: angst, fluff !! summary: 200 years, you were thrown down to earth from heaven. all because you decided to fall in love, a supposed crime to the council. for 200 years, you lived amongst the humans, every other day numbing...till you visited the supermarket one evening. !! warnings: depictions of violence and blood, brief mention of death, suggestive-ish (nothing full blown) !! word count: 2k !! playlist: retrouvailles by elie abou nasr & my darling by daniel.mp3

notes: i was just randomly scrolling and minding my business and boom i see this prompt while listening to my darling,,,i changed it a bit to fit w the vibe i wanted from the story soo yea credits to @plutism for this gorgeous divider (sorry if i disturbed but tysm!)

“Right place, wrong universe.”

200 years. I’ve lived through the rise and downfalls of civilizations. History became predictable with every new generation, the instability coming from interactions with humans themselves. It was such an interesting concept, emotions and relations. With every other human I met, I felt I’d learned a new lesson. Their perspectives on their fleeting existence called life, so unique. I couldn’t lie that my time on Earth was a nice experience. However, being alive for this long it’s bound to tire you out. Especially if you had to watch everyone you’d form relationships with, pass on without you.

That would be a whole other day’s discussion, for now I tried to focus on the list in hand. Did I remember to grab pasta sauce? My eyes swiftly skimmed over the cart in front of me, immediately catching notice of the red concoction in the glass jar. Ticking it off on my phone, which was another nuisance to function, I read over the final item on my list. Personal indulgence, it was a slice of honey cake.

“You never told me your recipe for honey cake”

I was never much of a sweet tooth, until I discovered the sweet, delectable taste of honey cake. It was so air and light, the cream between its layers delicately complimenting the already thin layers of cake. It was a glimmer of hope in dark times, like a piece of heaven. Ironically enough, if you asked me at a time before 200 years…I would’ve told you I hated the dessert. Somehow..an old acquaintance had changed that with his spectacular recipe.

Rolling the cart forward, I found myself lost in my own thoughts. Thoughts that I typically kept locked away, behind numerous walls that time had built. The bakery aisle was empty when I walked in, and there it was. Lo and behold, the final slice of cake. My hand was quick in reaching out to grab it, yet another hand came in view. Veiny and slender, set on top of mine. A wave of nostalgia came crashing down upon me. 

Suddenly I was standing on the dirt, barefoot with blood soaking my once pure white dress. Wings dimming with each minute, till they’d gone blacker than the night sky. Pain overwhelmed my whole being, back aching with the way the council had torn at my wings, slashed every space of skin they could. Gashes seeping with the maroon fluid, bruises blossoming in purple and blue splotches. My eyes that had held so much innocence, now tainted with the sin I preached against. It wasn’t supposed to have gone this far, but every passing moment was unpredictable just like the humans I roamed the Earth with.

I didn’t regret anything.

“Oh sorry- You can take this piece..” the voice. My heart swelled with emotions I couldn’t comprehend. A voice that would forever make my head spin, my heart throb outside my chest. A voice that I had longed to hear from, to feel like I was finally at home again. Home that was always out of my grasp, now taunting me with hallucinations.

Except it wasn’t a hallucination. Yet again, the voice spoke up, this time murmuring my name with a sliver of hope. “___?” I tore my eyes away from the box with the cake, and couldn’t help the strangled cry that left my lips. He stood before me so tall, yet his aura felt so small and feeble. All the memories from 200 years ago, flashing in my head in snippets. His predatory smile, the soft locks of black hair that framed his dangerous features, the ominous red hue of his irises. Everything that should’ve driven me away, yet I found a way to fall in love with it all.

A statue in place, unbeknownst to me, was the tears trickling down my face in salty streams. His icy touch felt so tranquil against my heated face. Thumb stroking away the tears that continued to flow, a weak smile replacing the tight lipped line he once bore. Life was hell, knowing that he had been out there for so long, and so far out of my clutch. The council had intended for it to be that way, to punish us both for the rules we’d broken together.

“Please don’t do this- You can tear my wings off just don’t hurt him-” another slap to the face. It was ironic, angels that were deemed such calm creatures, beating up one of their own. “You know the laws __, yet you still decided to mingle with such an unholy creature” tone scornful, the council head looked down at my thrashed form. Guards kicking and punching with a thirst for so called “justice”. 

“As for you,” the council head held out a spear of light, sharper than diamond. The beating up from the guards did him minimal damage. Kun’s eyes glowed a deep ruby, gaze feral as he kicked against the guards who barely held him down. “Your kind have plagued Earth for centuries, spreading sin wherever you reside..and now you threaten to ruin heaven? I sentence you to rot in hell for the rest of eternity” the sentence elicited a grim laugh from the vampire, as he spat out a remark. “Sending me back home are you? I’d be delighted”. “I have a very different idea of hell blood-sucker, an idea I know will torment you for as long as you’re alive”.

With the final statement, the head of council slashed the spear at Kun. His shrieks gave me the strength to attempt to stop the council’s head. The rush of adrenaline had me standing and darting in his direction. The guards held me back, subjecting me to watch as the council’s head stabbed Kun all over, blood pooling beneath him. When the head was content, he motioned for the guards to let go of me, and I rushed over to Kun’s side. His body slunk downwards, and his once crazed gaze had turned wounded.

“I sentence you both to banishment upon Earth, you both will live an eternity apart.”

His arms were tight around me, I don’t remember when we’d walked out of the store and he led me to the backseat of his car. 200 woeful years, and one second wouldn’t go by without me thinking of him. My face hidden in the crook of his neck, one hand brushing his fingers through my hair while the other grabbed at my waist tightly. I pulled away from the spot in his neck, to look at him. Time had changed him, he looked just as tired as me. The scars from the spear still decorate his porcelain skin, dark circles paired with his blackened eyes. 

He hadn’t fed yet, he’d obviously hadn’t been taking care of himself. Judging by the looks of it, it had to have been a month since he’d last had blood. My hand lurched towards his face, and he leaned into my palm with a stuttered sigh. Eyes easing into a close, he seemed so peaceful. In my head, a flash of a similar expression played out. When we’d meet on Earth, hidden beneath a tree in the thick forests. He’d rest his head in my lap, and my fingers would stroke through his thick locks of hair. He’d have the same expression as he did now, with a small smile tugging at his lips.

“You need to feed” the unintentional rhyme somehow brought a smile onto his lips, without a response. “Kun-”. “Never thought I’d live to hear you say my name again” His tone was so soft and frail, nobody would’ve guessed that this was the same vampire who’d had threatened a group of angels..just for me. He didn’t deserve all of this torture he went through, for some idiotic angel who’d fallen for him knowing the consequences. “I’m so sorry” I bit back tears, I couldn’t be weak, not now when he needed strength.

He shook his head, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t apologize, you did nothing wrong”. “If it weren’t for me, we wouldn’t have met and gotten into this hell” why wasn’t he angry? He should despise me, but he just stared at me with an adoration I had no right to. “If I’d never met you, I would’ve lived a thousand years rotting without purpose.” The words were like poison from his lips, as though he couldn’t have imagined a life without our encounter. To prove his point, he leaned forward, till our noses brushed against each other.

Heaven didn’t compare to the ecstasy that overtook me, when his lips were so caring against my own. Kissing me with a love I never knew till I met him, now blessed with it all over again. What had I done so right to deserve such a lover? Tilting my head just a bit, passion took the lead and his lips danced with mine in a heated tango. Nipping at my lower lip till it was swollen, and leaving me breathless when he’d pulled away. I was met with a playful grin as he let out another sigh. 

The spark slowly lit his eyes up, yet he was still thirsty. His voice was slightly hoarse, I couldn’t ignore it. “Kun please, you’re weak” once again, he avoided the topic and instead rested his head against the headrest. The shadows cast beneath his eyes, I couldn’t bear to see it. An idea went off in my head, like a lightbulb. “Take some of mine” as soon as the words left my mouth, his eyes widened open. “That’s a stupid suggestion, you know I can’t-”. “Listen to me, unless you have a damn death wish, you’ll do it…besides, it’s the least I can do”.

“But, you’re not so strong either…you’re so fragile” he mumbled, and I scoffed in reply. “Yea but I can eat human food and feel replenished. You need to feed because right now I could probably beat you in a fight” as if it were a challenge, he cocked up an eyebrow. “Oh really?-”. “Stop avoiding the offer and just do your thing already” Already aware of the provocative tone he hinted at, I dejected it because I was more worried for his so blatantly declined health. Obscene adventures could wait till after he could walk without stumbling.

Hesitance was written all over his features, like a child in fear that they’d do something wrong. “Must I do everything” The sarcasm in my voice provoked a laugh from him as I held my hair away from my neck. “Are you sure-”. “Kun I swear if you ask me again-” I barely had time to continue, because his lips were already at my throat. Kissing at the pulsing vein, as if to apologize for what was to come. 

Fangs tearing through my skin with ease, it would’ve been much more painful 200 years ago. Yet now, this pain felt like nothing in comparison. It was like a pinch, and he was so tender with the way he sipped my blood. I didn’t realize when he’d pulled away, head spinning ever so slightly from the loss of the maroon fluid. Again, I’d experienced worse so this was bearable. I turned to meet his face, and an exhale of relief left me.

Lips crimson stained, now matching the feral red of his eyes, fangs bloodied as his tongue darted to swipe at them. The dark shadows beneath his eyes unnoticeable as he beamed back at me. The gaze that looked so scary to everyone, so affectionate when our eyes met. “Thank you” his voice ringing in my head, identical to the strong tone I’d missed. “No need to thank me, it’s what lovers do”. He took my hand in his, and let his lips linger on the top. A gesture that had blood rushing to my cheeks.

“Now about that whole beating me in a fight business..” hands moving in a flash from my own down to my hips and lifting me slightly with ease. One moment I was sitting right next to him, the next I was straddling him, both his hands strong around my waist. “That only counted when you were weaker than a child- it doesn’t count anymore-”. “I’d like to think otherwise, angel”.

Now it was the right place…and the right universe for them both.

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me core!!

“omg you’re so creative. how do you get your ideas” i hallucinate a single scene in the taco bell drive thru and then spend 13 months trying to write it

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worth it? (x.dj)

!! pairing: xiaojun!nonidol au x fem!reader !! genre: angst w loads of fluff (i cried) !! summary: did you regret it all..not exactly. your vacation was like a fever dream, it had to end. only this time, it ended and left you feeling much more hollow than you'd like. !! word count: 1.3k !! playlist: glimpse of us if chopin composed it

notes: i was listening to this silly song and boom next thing i know i finished a bittersweet xiaojun angst ;-;

Was it worth it? I don’t know.. I can't come up with an answer.

Did I ever regret it?

No, good heavens. I loved every minute, no every second, of everyday. You taught me to live freely, to cherish each moment close to me. You made me feel so alive, I found a part of myself that had been reserved for dreams. Glimmering, fleeting hope in this bleak and gray city. A hope I’ve been avoiding for so long, because I know once I found it, I’d never let it go.

Goodbyes have never been my strong suit, they’ve always crept up on me like monsters. Monsters I couldn’t ignore, no matter how hard I wanted, or tried. With every tick of the clock, our time together grew even shorter. The life I wanted to kill, now staring me in the eye, back from the dead. The computer’s painfully bright screen taunting me, my head throbbing with every swift movement of my hand. The evening felt like an eternity away, but with you, it came on too quick.

If I closed my eyes for too long, it was like I could see the bright scenery. The small rural village, with my late parents residing beneath its earth. Just setting foot in the town, it made me feel at peace. A peace I’d given up too long ago, for the hectic life of corporate. It was nice to take vacations, and being amongst the now elderly inhabitants was enough to keep my parents’ memory alive.

It was their idea to hold a feast in my honor. He never did listen, the village’s head, no he was insistent and so I agreed. It was like a mini festival, all these kids I once saw as babies now all grown up. These adults all matured into elders, it was a painful concept, time. Made against us all, never quite in our favor.

Couldn’t bear the stuffiness, so I took a walk in the cold. Sneakers patting against the dirt path, not quite sure where they were taking me. The sun brightly glowing over the area, and soon enough I stood before a breathtaking sight. Boundless hills of grass, with patches of flowers growing in random spots. The mountains behind framing the greenery, and their dark brown tones complimented nature.  Not realizing how far I had traveled, it was a sight I didn’t expect. However, who was I to complain? It was quiet, only the sounds of the wind patterns and rustling of leaves filling my ears.

Almost on instinct, I was plopping down near a tree. My head was resting against its bark, and it truly felt like the softest pillow.

“So you’re the city girl everyone’s been talking about?”

Your voice, it had to have been crafted by God himself. It soothed my whole being in a way I didn’t know I had needed before that day. I opened my eyes, and a part of me was shrieking internally. I must’ve died..but I doubt my actions would be worthy of heaven. So how were you, an angel, standing before me so kindly?

Life was so unpredictable.

I didn’t realize when you sat down next to me, extending your hand to shake mine. Xiaojun, you had given up your life in the city. Settled down with your sweet parents, and now worked as a farmer. It was an honest day’s work you told me, and I couldn’t help but wonder. Would it all have been better, if I too had surrendered my busy life?

I would’ve surely had more time to say those goodbyes. Instead I just came to the funeral, not sure what to do. It’s been years, but why does it still feel like it’s only been a day since they’ve left?

You were sitting next to me, till the night came. It was the first time I was watching the sunset with someone, and I don’t remember how your hand ended up in mine. It was too perfect. You were all I had ever wanted, and needed. You walked me back to my aunt’s house, never once letting go. No matter how sweaty my palms got, you held on like I was a lifeline. Two puzzle pieces, clicking together as they were meant to have done.

My aunt giggled at the sight, and suddenly I felt like a teenager all over again. The next few days, you’d come over, always with a small bunch of flowers in hand. My temporary room, overflowing with the delightfully aromatic scent. The cherry on top? You picked them yourselves, coming up with a cheesy excuse like they complimented my eyes.

What I’d give, to have it all back.

From our mixed fits of laughter in your pickup, after my horrendous attempt at belting a ballad song off the radio. To the silence we share when you hold me close in your backyard, both of us nestled together in the rickety hammock. You were always so beautiful with words, knowing what to say to get my face all red. Arms warm and strong wrapped around me, curled over my figure down towards my waist. It was the first time in a long time I felt so safe. It felt like..no you.. You felt like home.

I spent most of my final day by your side, and you didn’t have a single complaint. No disappointment, no sadness. Just your handsome smile, that will forever warm my heart. You were sitting on my bed, and I stopped my packing to stare at you. Your sharp features, that contrasted your bright and precious personality. It took you a minute to catch on, and you had your arms open wide. I ran into them, my face hiding in the crook of your neck while I threw my arms around your neck.

This couldn’t be it. I couldn’t let it all go. But I had to. The life I’d built for myself in the city, inescapable. And you couldn’t leave the life you’d built here. My sobs were frantic, and you kept whispering ‘It will be okay love’. But it was a honeyed lie, that we both just kept telling ourselves. You couldn’t bear to see me cry, and I couldn’t hurt you, the world had done enough of that already.

So I gave you my biggest smile, and you told me how pretty I was. Your eyes lingered on my lips, and it felt like bliss. Cradling my face with a tenderness nobody could’ve mustered, your plush lips pressed onto mine. A moment of vulnerability, that was saved just for you. While you tasted so sweet, how come I remember it all so bitter?

All that comes to mind, is the way you spun me around for a final hug, and I barely missed the way your lips quivered as we kissed a final time. I noticed the way your eyes were glossy, your bravado long gone. “I love you, I always will” it was my turn to hold my hand to your cheek, and you placed your hand over mine. "I love you too" the throbbing organ shattering like glass at your softened, frail tone. The taxi driver couldn't take a hint and urged me into the taxi.

A stab to the heart, the way tears were streaming down your face, mirroring mine as you watched the car drive away. You tried running after, and I wanted nothing more than to jump out of the vehicle to reunite with you. Yet soon you fell out of view, and the walls came crashing down.

Nothing felt so comforting anymore, not as caring or soft as your touch. The crooked grin you bore when you kissed me, the slight tint of red on your cheeks when I complimented you unabashed. Only for it all, to become a mere memory.

Was it worth it?

I like to think it was all worth it, that the small time I had with you, is all that I needed. Now as I sit behind my desk, with salty rivers flowing down my cheeks. Your face is like a tattoo in my brain, that I will hold close. Maybe in a different place, a different time.

For now, I go through with my routine like a robot.

All the while I ask myself..

Was it worth it?

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a/n: wrote this bc yes i can and credits to @syeri (sorry if I disturbed-) for the header I loved this sm :)

‘Pitter, patter, pitter, patter’ the unfaltering sound of raindrops, continuously rasped against the dark exterior of the grand chateau. The noise resonated throughout the abode, with the occasional interference of a boom of thunder rattling the ancient mansion or the strike of lightning creating light that resembled the sun’s glow. It seemed that none of those disruptions bothered any of the house's residents, all of them appeared to be sound asleep.

All but one. 

One who hadn’t been graced by the slumber of night, who instead roamed the now eerie halls of the castle-like home. She took in all the features, from the walls with grand pillars to the floors of marble, adorned with abstract design. It was everything except worldly, almost alluringly alien. Even after being a guest of the Phantomhives a countless number of times, she could never grasp the unnatural perfection of the home.

Especially the perfection of their butler.

He’d always rendered her speechless, with his unearthly flawlessness. He somehow always managed to put her mind in a daze. There was so much about him she thought she knew, however then he’d challenge her smart mind once again, and she’d reach yet another stump. So many clues pieced together, yet in the grand scheme of it all, she’d be yielded as clueless. What could she be missing?

The effect he’d managed to imprint upon her constantly frustrated her. Each time they’d happen to converse, he’d leave her feeling a mix of confusion yet fascination. His enchanting way with words almost always had her left in a state of bewitchment. She always yearned for more time with him, finding herself making the smallest of excuses just to strike yet another conversation with him. She was unable to lie if she hadn’t ever thought of him as attractive, he had such an ethereal aura but that was what confused her. 

Here she found herself once again, in the grand ballroom you could say. Its walls were beautifully decorated with unique carvings of spirals, and from above chandeliers of crystal hung, with its lights now switched off. The ceilings were ornamented with different paintings and her favorite part of this grand ballroom? It stood in the corner, near the imposing window that gave a full view of the boundless landscape that resided behind the estate.

From the bar that propped up the sleek black cover to the keys of contrasting color and size, the piano was in her opinion the most magnificent object in the room. She herself loved any and all things to do with music, and the piano by far was her favorite instrument. She let herself gaze at it for a bit, taking in its smooth beauty before making her way towards it. She’d made sure to close the large doors to the ballroom before continuing further, so she wouldn’t awaken anyone with her nightly indulgence.

Gently she placed herself upon the bench and steadied herself before finally, resting her hand atop the keys. With a deep breath, she let herself loosen and began playing her song. The storm that had once seemed like out of place, was now paired along with the eerie tune she played. It was an odd choice for a night like this, but this song reminded her of him. The one who’d managed to leave her baffled. Him. The one who had subtly petrified yet also attracted her at the same time. Him. The one who she couldn’t figure out.

Him. The one who now grew closer, whilst she played away to her heart’s content. He was everything but oblivious to what she did in the night. So tonight, he’d decided to follow her, and he was in for a surprise, finding her here, clicking at keys, and creating a tune that he was very familiar with. She’d barely registered the grand door to the ballroom opening and closing, too busy with her tune, however, she could feel it.

The room seemed to go cold, and there was a new presence in the air. She knew exactly who it was, and that’s why she chose to continue till the piece was over. Once she’d finished, she’d remained seated her gaze fixated on the stormy landscape that was situated before her. She could perceive his presence, inching closer and closer till his figure loomed over hers. His shadow materialized over her and onto the piano and she remained still.

However, it was different this time around, for when she turned back she was met with the same mischievous smirk and the ominous magenta glow that replaced his once dark gaze.

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