genre:angst, friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, mutual pining
word count: 20.8k (ha ha buckle in)
warnings: divorce, implied sexual activities (but no smut), profanity
a/n:it’s here!! first, i want to say thank you all for your interest in this fic; it was truly unexpected, but your support motivated me to finish this after months of sitting on it with no clue as to which direction i wanted this to go. this started roughly three months ago when i started watching thirty nine (which i finished last night btw; go watch it if you’re into sad stuff), and also listening to loote’s song of the same name! smth abt tomorrow tonight + thirty nine angst made me want to write this sadness so…yeah. i truly did not anticipate this being my longest fic to date at 20k words, but here she is :’) thank you to @gyukultand@twogyuu for beta reading this bc i was too tired to re-read it myself LOL @_@ i hope you all enjoy it, and as always, please be sure to leave your feedback via reblogs/replies/asks!! <3 enjoy !!
Your voice filled the empty night air, crude words accompanied by the chilling winter wind. He was facing away from you, his back hunched over as he sat on the carousel in the children’s park outside your apartment. Even under the poorly-lit street lamps, you recognized the back of his head: the way his hair—cut close to his nape—faded into his skin, and how his white, cotton button-down shirt hugged his wide back as he rested his elbows on his knees. He was rubbing his palms together, his breath visible in the night as he tried to warm himself.
Dipshit, you thought to yourself. It was below freezing and he was out here without a jacket.
He turned around to greet you with a smile, though it wasn’t the same cocky grin he usually gave you when you called him unpleasant names. This one was different. It was… sad. Given the way his hair was tousled, you could guess he had probably gone drinking with his coworkers before he came to see you.
chris !! your longest piece has finally arrived and all i can say is how proud i am of you !! i think you’ve doubted yourself for so long in terms of your writing skills, but this is my far my favorite piece of yours, and i am so happy to see how much you’ve changed your skills (in the direction that you wanted to see yourself improve in) !!
He was facing away from you, his back hunched over as he sat on the carousel in the children’s park outside your apartment. Even under the poorly-lit street lamps, you recognized the back of his head: the way his hair—cut close to his nape—faded into his skin, and how his white, cotton button-down shirt hugged his wide back as he rested his elbows on his knees.
this !! one of the things i appreciate most is when writers take the time to draw what’s out in front of us. you’re telling us a story, but you’re not just telling but you’re also showing too, and it really makes the readers feel part of the story when writers do this !!
Your breathing grew heavy, and you closed your eyes. Suddenly, you were met with a familiar face: his frosty skin that contrasted his jet black hair, his long eyelashes that fluttered every time he blinked, those plump, whiskey lips that you so badly wanted to kiss—
“Seungcheol,” you gasped. The weight on your body was now gone and you opened your eyes.
Fuck. The man above you sure as hell wasn’t Seungcheol and he looked just as confused as you, if not more.
You hated to admit it, but Dahyun and Vernon were right: you were addicted.
“Shit. I am so sorry,” you blurted out.
“Look, I don’t know who this Sungchil—”
“Seungcheol,” you corrected.
gasp when i tell you i audibly gasped…
!! and the flashbacks, when i tell you that the flashbacks really make me :( bc that’s how you grow attached to the characters and their relationships with one another !! it doesn’t feel forced or put in there just ‘cause, i felt like all the scenes you’ve embedded in the fic all had a purpose !!
You opened the message to find a photo of some guy wearing denim shorts, crocs, and a cowboy hat.
this is rude bc i love crocs </3
And so you, being the infatuated fool that you were, agreed, saying the little word that was so simple, yet so devastating. “Yes,” you had told him. “Absolutely. I’ll do it. Anything for you.”
this is absolutely cruel ~_~ why would u do this.
Within the hour, there was a knock on the door—presumably your delivery—but to your surprise, your best friend (whom, mind you, you were trying to quit) was standing outside your hotel door, two plastic bags lifted above his head as he barged into your room without another word.
i hate this !! mostly bc why would he do smth so sweet !! men don’t know shit !! you don’t do this for your best friend, you do this for someone you love !! stop it !! WHORE !!
“Are you happy?”
You were in the middle of a bite when his question threw you off guard; were you?
NO, OC IS HALF NAKED OC SHE’S NOT !! YOU JUST BARGED IN HERE LIKE YOU OWNED THE PLACE !!
“Cheol?”
“When were you going to tell me?” His voice was sullen.
“Tell you what?” In reality, you knew exactly what he was asking about, though you thought maybe by playing dumb, somehow that would prolong your encounter with reality, a reality that didn’t involve Seungcheol.
He furrowed his eyebrows. You hated the way he looked at you. “That you got a new job?”
hah y’all hear that? that’s the sound of my heart shattering </3
“How far along are you?”
“Six and a half months.”
“Wow, Soo, congratulations! You and Seungcheol must be so happy!”
excuse me ma’am
“We… got divorced.”
“You what?”
“You guys what?” Your eyes fell on her hands, a ring decorating her left finger. “But your—”
“It was a long time coming,” she chuckled softly. “This is from someone else.”
oh ok nvm we good i spoke too soon
“Where’s your bedroom?” he asked.
this sounds way more sexual than it needs to be,,, oh wrong time? sorry.
“Okay. Here, let me help you,” he said, closing the gap between you two. For the first time in all your years of friendship, Seungcheol had never been so close to you in such an… intimate manner. He pulled the fabric up revealing your bare back; chills ran down his spine and he suddenly felt awkward. Adjusting the shirt so your head and your arms went through the proper openings, he pulled the shirt down quickly. “There.” Why was his face so warm?
covers mouth and gasps quietly
“Fine, we should eat. But I just want ten more minutes.”
“To do what?”
“To stay like this,” you told him, tightening your grip around his waist as you close your eyes and bury your face in his body. With a gentle kiss on the top of your head, Seungcheol happily obliged and the two of you remained on that couch for longer than ten minutes.
ugh this is so soft i just yuck,,
i think what you oftentimes do in your writing (at least in your fic) you set the scene up so well!!! there’s time where i could feel myself in oc’s shoes, understand what she’s living through, and what goes on in her mind.
but what i wasn’t expecting was toward the end.
there was a lot of emotion, a lot of expression of the pain that cheol & oc went through bc of their right person / wrong time relationship :( it made me sad bc these things are real except they’re not always revisited like oc/cheol did </3
but !! thanks for letting me be part of your journey !! i love to see how far you’ve come in your writing, changing for what makes you feel more confident in, and just see that you are good at your writing, you just have a specific way you want yourself to be presented. this is one of my favorites of your works, mostly bc it’s just nice to see writers step a bit out of their comfort zone to do a bit more, and the word count is 20k,,,, yes, but there’s more to unpack with this couple !!
All these broke hearts but mines the one bleeding (m.c)
You, again - Part 5
Pairing: Soulmate! Michael Clifford x fem! Soulmate! Reader
Summary: Secrets are told. And maybe love can only be as strong…
Warnings: Angst. Language. Mentions of death, toxic couples, divorce, a bit of slut shamming. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language I’m sorry!)
Word count:4K
Author’s Note: Yeah, I cried with this one. Remember that Reblogs are super important and that writers like to feel appreciated! Comments and feedback always help Hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨
Morning rolled around and Michael found himself literally rolling around the bed and falling to the floor. A floor he wasn’t very familiar with given that he fell on top of a very fluffy carpet.
Pairing: soulmate! Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader
Summary: out of routine means we’re different people, right?
Warnings: Smut. Protected sex. Female receiving. Creeps in bars. Language. Mentions of alcohol. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
The music was terrible and the floor smelled like piss. But it was the only bar close enough to his house and Michael’s only request was to get “as drunk as the fucking Dyonisus” so he didn’t even want to have another choice.
HR didn’t let him put curtains on his wall. So every day Michael had to endure seeing how Y/N thrived in her new job. He had to admit was charming, with everyone but him, of course. She would bring breakfast to the break-out room every Tuesday; she would say hello to every living creature, especially to the therapy animals; she would smile and laugh and even hum without even acknowledging his presence unless she had to.
Although to be fair, Michael didn’t try to reach out either. Every time he thought about it the mark upon his wrist seemed to burn with her words “I don’t believe in soulmates”
Pairing: Soulmate! Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader
Summary: first impressions should not be that important… right?
Warnings: Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language I’m sorry)
Word Count: 2K
Author’s Note: here is when I first thought of making this a series so… Remember that Reblogs are incredibly important! Feedback and comments help a lot! SUPPORT YOUR WRITERS Hope you like it and happy reading
The moment Michael stepped into the building, he wished he could just go back to bed. Ashton was already waiting for him, leaning over one of the lobby’s sofas with his arms crossed over his chest and a shit-eating grin. He started to walk over to the younger man, but Michael carefully dodged him.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” He said, gripping his coffee cup a little tighter and subconsciously looking at the new mark that adorned his skin.
Pairing: Soulmate!Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader
Summary: Not so meet cute
Warnings: Mentions of accidents and Language. Also some grammatical errors (English is not my first language I’m sorry)
Word Count: 1K ish
Author’s Note: Hello! This was supposed to be a long fic but things happened. Please remember that Reblogs are incredibly important. Comments, likes and feedback as well. Support your writers! Hope you like it and happy reading
“Cal, I already told you that the boss is not going to listen! I’ve tried everything already”
Calum mumbled out an answer that was barely understandable with the outside noise, but Michael heard it all already and just limited himself to rolling his eyes before making sure the road was empty so he could cross the street.
Pairing: Soulmate! Michael Clifford x Fem! Soulmate! Reader
Summary: How to say you’re sorry if the other person doesn’t want to hear it?
Warnings: Angst. Mentions of death and divorce. Mentions of alcohol. Language. Some grammatical errors (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)
Word Count: 5 K
Author’s Note: Last part! Please remember how important Reblogs are!!! They help me a lot along with comments and feedbacks ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading ✨
“Hey! This is Y/N, I’m sorry I’m not able to answer, but please feel free to leave a message after the tone! Have a great day!”
He gave up talking after the twenty-third call that morning, now just resigning himself to hear the sound of her voice only through her voicemail. He tried to call her all weekend without avail, his texts kept being ignored and the basket of goods and breakfasts he sent her that Saturday morning came back with a “return to the sender” note. He even tried to reach her by the company’s email, but it bounced back like a rubber ball, something he didn’t even know was allowed.
synopsis:a new girl moves to obx and both JJ and Rafe set their sights on her.
preview:
Once Y/N is gone, JJ’s smile drops, and he turns back to Rafe with a menacing glare. “Look, I don’t know what your game is here, but I really like Y/N. We both know you’re not her type. So do both of us a favour and leave her alone.”
And with that, JJ was gone too. Leaving Rafe alone.
Even with all these people in his house, Rafe never felt more alone.
The man was tall and broad, with a face made of sharp angles. Will could sense how dangerous this man was - not just due to the fact that he broke into his house so quietly and snuck up on him - but because here was a man whose very being seemed like it had been built to strike and dominate. He was wearing black slacks and a white buttoned-up shirt, with the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled-up, showing his veiny arms; he wore a bored look on his face but his eyes told a different story, as intense and burning like molten fire.
Will blushed intensely and hastily pulled the dildo out of himself, grabbing the bedsheets and covering his lingerie-clad body. “W-who are you? H-how d-did you get in?”
The man didn’t say anything, he just stepped forward, confidence and power in his steps, tugged the cover from Will’s body and threw it on the ground. Will gasped and started to tremble, knowing that right now, he was this man’s prey.
Summary: In the early hours of the morning Loki finds a little peace.
Word Count: 837 words
Prompt:“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?” “You could have warned me!”
A/N:This prompt was selected by the brilliant @sweetjediand@iwillbeinmynest for my 2.5k follower celebration.
The light gossamer drapes seemed to glow blue in the moonlight, their ripples creating intricate patterns across the floor. A figure sat in the shadows, still as a statue, his eyes focused somewhere on the middle distance, deep in thought. He knew he wasn’t trusted, that he was merely tolerated because of his brother, and he preferred the quiet solitude of the early hours when everyone was asleep. Not that he blamed them for their opinion of him, he had tried to kill them all at one point or another, but he was once again surrounded by an entire planet who loved his brother and hated him. It was a lonely existence, and sadly one he had led most of his life.
AN: This fic is for the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming’s Jardin de Poemas challenge, and who better to use than Ari? My chosen poetry prompt is in bold.
Whilst this definitely can be read as a stand alone, there is a brief nod to this little ficlet I wrote, so that could be seen as a prequel.
I don’t even know what to say. Jen, this was so beautiful The way you set up their relationship and how they respected each other’s time and needs, how honest they were, and how I could feel Ari’s heart aching on that beach before she told him she loved him
This is now one of my favorite fics, it’s so full of heart and comforting and just so so so beautiful, I really have no better word for it. I am in love with Ari and with this fic
And now I’m gonna be:
The second time, you’d just picked up your favourite coffee on your way to work. You were making your way out of the crowded shop when you tripped. In an instant your cup was plucked out of your hand and your body was brought flush against a broad chest, your nose almost pressing into the golden hair protruding out the top of his partially undone shirt. The smell of sand and salty water wafted across you.
me in that moment:
“It’s true! And I know it’s ridiculous, because I don’t even know your real name, but in the least creepy way possible, I can’t get you off my mind.”
It is creepy but idc, kidnap me, daddy, i won’t complain once ❤
Thank you for this fic. Now excuse me, if you need me I’ll be curled up in the corner all up in my feels.
Sigh,@christywantspizza - you’re a patient whore, and patience is rewarded. (y'all this has been sitting in my inbox waiting for the right inspiration, and it slammed into me this morning while I was feeling sorry for myself. And ya know what - it worked! ) divider by @firefly-graphics
Length:2.6k Warnings: fingers in V, p in v (wrap it up), smutty smutty smut smut
You’d gotten in late last night. Too late. Maybe too early. The exact time was inconsequential. It was too late to be night but too early to be morning, and you had fallen, exhausted, face first into bed. Normally, your whirring mind would keep you up for hours, but this time, it shut off completely, and you slept hard. It was the kind of blackout sleep where your body and mind just simply refused to continue; they had nothing left to give you and demanded that you rest.
