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blossom-hwa · 10 months

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omg hi i hope you’re doing well! could i please request a yeonjun + enemies to lovers drabble? i’m so excited to see everything you write this summer !

hi anon! thank you for this request, and I'm sorry it took so long to finish it! I had this idea but I kept not having the time and/or energy to write, but now that it's finally finished with a burst of inspiration I hope you enjoy reading it :)

note: it's not so obvious at the start, but yeonjun is persephone here! this is a bit of a loose interpretation of enemies to lovers, but I still hope you like it!

summertime drabble fest: send me an idol from the list (Stray Kids, Ateez, TXT, Seventeen) + a prompt (check out the post for ideas) and I’ll write a drabble for you!

REQUESTS OPEN!!

Title: As Bones With the Flesh

Pairing: Yeonjun x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 2.3k

Genre: angst, gods!au, hades/persephone!au

Warnings: cursing, mentions of bones/flesh (only in the context of death, nothing graphic)

Sitting on the prickly grass, you finally open your eyes to stare at the shimmering trees above. It's the first time you've allowed yourself to leave the safety of your quarters in days. Six, to be exact.

The same number of days since you last spoke to Persephone.

Speak is a relative word. You snort a little, tearing up a handful of unnatural grass made of the thinnest slivers of emerald. Rich green and pale yellow glow in your palm, reminding you of the wonder in his eyes when you first showed him what your powers could do—turn grass into gems, wither leaves with a touch.

"They're dead, you know." You had said it quietly, directly. You're not sure why you said it—you were sure in your heart that your words would have caught Persephone in the chest, brought horror and revulsion to his face the same way your powers have always horrified everyone else—but you wanted him to be scared, in a way. Wanted confirmation that he would react like all others did.

Because the alternative was unthinkable, and far more terrifying.

But he hadn't been revolted. Hadn't jerked his hand away from the glowing green grass, from the brown leaves in your hand. His eyes were wide, sparkling with something terrifyingly beautiful, and even as you ducked your head and added "I killed them" to your previous statement, he didn't move away. Didn't even flinch.

"Beautiful," he had said quietly, under his breath.

To this day you still don't know what he meant.

But it doesn't matter. You close your fingers in a fist, shattering glass-thin emeralds into your palm. It doesn't matter, because you're not going to speak to him again. Can't. Won't. Not after he showed up in your underground realm, not after he ate those pomegranate seeds even as you tried to stop him.

Not after he threw away his own life for some wicked reason you don't understand.

You open your fist, sprinkling sparks of green onto the rest of the prickly fake grass around you. Emerald still dusts your palm, though, and you brush it off absently as you finally stand.

Only to see a shadow in the trees out of the corner of your eye.

You turn away immediately. Shut your eyes. Your immortal heart thumps in your chest with the knowledge of who stands behind you, unfamiliar, unnatural heat racing through your cold veins and skin and you have every intention of running away no matter how unseemly it might be but then he says your name and the world starts to blur.

"Y/N."

Your feet, rooted in place. Your eyes, forced open. Your hands have clenched into fists, a few tiny prickles of emerald glass embedding themselves in your palms, your heart hammering even as the breath leaves your lungs.

"Y/N." His voice pleads, so much emotion echoing through the one word of your name, but you force yourself not to turn.

Who could ever give up their existence on the surface for you? Give up the natural green of the grass, the earthly shades of the flowers, the breathtaking azure of the cloudless sky? Give up the life of the world, all those lovely greens and blues and pinks, for dead, metallic, iridescent approximations in the Underworld?

"Please."

Nothing Persephone has done has ever made sense, you think bitterly, fondly. But this, this exchange of life for death, color for darkness, is perhaps the most nonsensical thing he has ever attempted.

You turn around slowly, robotically. Persephone's handsome face stares at you, so full of vivacity even surrounded by the gloom of your jeweled gardens. Against your will, your breath catches.

This prison you once called your home somehow looks more beautiful in his presence.

Swallowing hard, you set your shoulders and your jaw. Tense your arms at your sides, ignore the warmth of his being that has always taunted you, drawing you closer to him, a forbidden fruit. "I have nothing to say to you," you grit out slowly. "Persephone."

His expression collapses, pain filling his eyes as his shoulders slump. You draw your own face further into shadow. You're the one who hurt him, you tell yourself, just as you always will. There's no point in hoping for something that could never be. And what that something is, you will never admit to yourself. Because there's no point.

It will never be.

"Will you at least call me by my name?" He steps forward, lifting a hand as though to ask for yours. When you only look away again, though, he drops it, those lovely fingers falling sadly down by his side. "Y/N?"

"You're not supposed to be here," you force yourself to say, echoes of what you had shouted at him six days prior as you still refuse to look at him. "I don't understand what a mockery you intended to make of me when you ate those seeds, but—"

"It wasn't a mockery!" Persephone's voice carries through the bejeweled garden, swaying the emerald grass where it stands around his feet. "I have never made a mockery of you!"

"What?" You laugh, finally throwing off the shadow of a cloak you'd been wearing, taking a step forward to meet his. "You come here, with your flowers and your life, to my kingdom—my home, my prison of jewels and bones and the dead—you come here with your life and expect me to believe you would trade your bounty for my lot? Would eat the seeds and fruit of my own land for any other reason than a cheap trick against sovereign of the Underworld, ridiculed by every other deity on Olympus?"

"It has never been a trick!" Persephone shouts. His eyes blaze with fire, so much living fire that you almost wish it would continue that you could live with this memory of true, blazing warmth for the rest of your life. "It was never a trick. You are just so disillusioned, so blinded by your own miseries and depressions—you think everyone is going to hurt you and you simply refuse to believe otherwise—"

"Tell me, Persephone, when the entire world reviles your immortal existence how exactly do you think one is supposed to believe—"

"Listen to me!" He's right in front of you now, screaming into your face, and despite everything you have tried to keep yourself from thinking about this man of springtime and life you can't help but marvel at his beauty even in this twisted ire. "Listen to me, Hades, Y/N, you stupid, annoying, incorrigible god! It was never a trick! I am here of my own free damn will—I came here because I wanted to. Because I wanted to see you." Yeonjun—Persephone—his breath is ragged, his eyes teary, and you want so much to believe him. "Please, Y/N. Believe me. What have I done to make you think otherwise?"

Truthfully, nothing. But the logical part of your mind is shaky under the looming influence of the fear in your heart. And so you look away.

Persephone—Yeonjun—fuck—he sighs short, sharp, harsh. "Fine," he snarls, and you can hear the sneer in his voice, practically see it in his face even with your averted gaze. "Fine. If you won't listen—"

Fingers so warm against the chill of your face, so delicate against the skin of your cheeks. A hand so steady on your waist as the other turns your chin gently, gently, gently. Brown eyes sparkling with every color of the rainbow, lovely as flower petals and iridescent as the ruby fruit hanging from your trees, and then—

Pink lips so soft on your own as he brings you into a kiss.

Gods don't need air. Not technically. They don't need to breathe. But when Yeonjun finally pulls away after a million dizzying seconds or minutes or days, you find yourself gasping for breath. Grasping for your thoughts, your mind—for some sort of confirmation that this past moment was truly real.

Slowly, slowly, you look up at Yeonjun. His eyes shine so bright as he runs a hand through his tangled hair, so bright you wonder if he's about to cry.

"Damn it, Y/N." He lets out a breath that sounds more like a sob. "Damn it, I—is it just so hard to believe that I love you?"

And that's when you crack.

"No." It comes out of your throat choked, barely loud enough to count as a word. "Yes. And no. Yes. I—Yeonjun—" It's your turn to sob out a breath, to force the tears not to fall as Yeonjun looks at you like you're the only person in the world. "I—everyone has hurt me. In some way or another, purposely or unwittingly, but no one—no one has ever loved me."

A single sparkling tear makes its way down Yeonjun's cheek.

"And—I—it couldn't have been you." You swallow hard, fists still clenched at your sides. "It couldn't have been you who would finally love me, not you with all your life and beauty on the surface. Not you who brings the spring and summer and gives hope to every being in the world, be it deity or mortal or animal. Not you. Not ever."

"Y/N—"

"And I was—so sure—" Your voice is undependable now, but you forge your way through Yeonjun's interruption. "So sure that you would just be like the others in the end, that this was all a horrible trick, that someday you would drop the farce and I couldn't even blame you because you are every hope the world has." You draw in a long, shaky breath as the first tears begin coursing paths out of your eyes. "So sure."

For a long moment, you and Yeonjun only stand in silence. You, your voice and eyes trembling. Him, his throat and chest heaving.

"I wouldn't hurt you." He breaks the silence first, his voice cracking on the last word as the sound splinters to pieces on the ground and he looks at you with those eyes that sparkle with the light of the moon and the sun. "You...you do know that, right?"

Instinct urges you to draw away, to pull your shadows tighter around your shoulders and melt into the cloak of darkness as you always have before. But Yeonjun's eyes burn with courage, so much bravery pooling in those lovely eyes, bravery that led him to the Underworld, bravery that led him to your garden, bravery that let him eat the fruit on your table with every knowledge of its consequences but not a single care—

You owe him the truth, at least.

"Yes." The word comes out choked and heavy, shrouded in all the bitter lies you've wrapped around you as a semblance of a shield from the feelings you have for the god standing in front of you. But you force yourself to look up. Not to draw away. To shed the last of the grey shadows that had become a weak excuse for protection against the light of Yeonjun's eyes. "I do."

And there's that unnatural warmth again, flowing through your heart and your veins and your skin as Yeonjun begins to smile, eyes sparkling still with tears but also something else. Something much better.

"I do know. That you have never tried or wanted to hurt me. That you never will." You take a deep breath, shuddering it out with the trembling of your heart. "It will take time to believe it. I—I'm sorry." More tears slip from your eyes and you look away. "But—I do know. And I will try—I will try to believe it. If you will let me."

Slowly, slowly, Yeonjun raises his arm. Outstretches his hand to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing away your tears one by one. "Of course I will let you," he says quietly, ever soft, ever gentle. "I will be with you, hand in hand, as life is with death. As jewels with the earth. As bones with the flesh." He takes a deep breath. "As the warmth of spring and summer, with the chill of fall and winter."

He steps forward then, closing the distance between you two, bringing his forehead to yours. Warmth seems to radiate from the spot where your skin touches, giving you a taste of the fire that always seems to burn in his veins. "I love you," he says quietly. "I love you not in spite of who you are, but because of it. Because you complete me. You are part of me. And I will never, ever let you go."

There's still fear, cold and dark and slimy in your gut. You feel it there and you do not know if it will ever disappear. But as Yeonjun's lips press against your forehead, you force yourself to ignore it. Because for all you fear this lovely god, for all you fear that he will turn on you just like everyone else in your life, for all you fear how much you love him, you fear something so much more.

You fear what will happen if you never see him again.

Pulling away just slightly, you take in Yeonjun's face from this distance, the soft slope of his nose, the sharp wings of his eyes, the hint of the sun in his skin framed by the dark hair falling sweetly into your vision. He's so beautiful, so lovely it almost hurts to gaze upon him, but for him, you will try. To see. To know.

To believe that he loves you as much as you love him.

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spnorwhatever · 3 years

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firmly believe that in a Persephone/Hades structure, Cas is Persephone & Dean is Hades

#txt #would be interesting to see what other ppl think #I feel like there may be an inclination to see it the other way around by some ppl #but Cas is like.. starts insignificant for his ppl but becomes so much more #and Dean is notorious #+ like ''Dean Winchester the ultimate killer''#but that's not who he is #and that's not who Hades is #Dean is misunderstood much as Hades is misunderstood #& Hades blamed for Persephone's ''fall'' from grace even tho framed differently #it was for her a liberation - a rise to power. as queen of the underworld

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paradilight · 3 years

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My brother plays hades giving almost no character attention except for Charon and persephone.

#👒 txt #also he likes the shades(?) throughout the stages. esp the one that give #and he likes meg mostly cuz she isnt her sisters...#idk its just funny watching him play #he like. calls me when he sees persephone and likes to watch the sunrise cuz its like his 'reward'

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ssigmas · 2 years

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#.txt #urge to do. stereotypical persephone retelling w desha #but. tbh i dont think that fits him #but i am So Thotless rn #he needs more mcfuckin screentime so i can have proper thots about him #like if i were to write anything w him it more than likely Would take place in the underworld. bc thats where he Lives #but like. when we see him on screen hes usually doing his kingly duty shit #cant we get a filler ep where we just peer into desha's life #i hate this. i hate hyperfixating on a character where we've seen like one side of them #i mean ok realistically we've seen like 3 sides of him But Not The Interpersonal Side #Who Are His Friends #n id want to do soemthing like pre-anime storyline so nothing Conflicts. but like then??? what???#ugh the only thing harder than thinking of the fic is the actual writing of it

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hairpool · 4 years

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but fr like. modern au with train hopping, mountain climbing, aimless eurydice who effortlessly weaves in and out of people’s lives w her shitty van and college drop-out orpheus who rly has no solid idea on how to fix the world but shackles himself to bulldozers and sings for the people in the hope he can make it a little better

#idk how to keep him between dreamy and naive and fierce nature protector but either way he gets it from persephone !#txt #hadestown #the nytw line about campfires??#good shit #hes rly fiercely Against hades in the live recording of way down hadestown n i think that should be explored more

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the-chaotic-neutral-pansexual · 3 years

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Planned Works/Ideas for October

Hello everyone, as I mentioned previously I’ve been working on some stuff. I also have been feeling very inspired as of late and will be writing some more. I wanted to get this October started off right so here is a list of some things that will be coming your way hopefully sooner than later. I don't feel comfortable giving exact dates because as I've mentioned before certain factors can cause my writing schedule to be sporadic (also why I will not be participating in kinktober) Since some ideas are more developed than others his list will be separated into three categories:

Full ideas

People/characters who will be getting works

Ideas/tropes that I want to write about

Let's Begin!

First up here are the fully developed ideas that are in progress.

Yoon Hyunsuk (Cix)

Nerd!Hyunsuk x Popular!reader (college au)

The tall, shy, handsome, boy who sits behind you in every class you share has a secret. Like many other people on campus, he was hopelessly in love with you. It began three years ago, freshman year, and every day it only got stronger. Over the years this has led him to do some… questionable things he's not a bad guy by any means he's just an awkward college boy in love. At first, it was innocent just sitting behind you in classes that you shared. He hoped that this would give him some time to gain some confidence to talk to you while still remaining close to you. He really didn’t mean to begin eavesdropping on your conversations or reading your texts over your shoulder, he just wanted to learn more about you before he approached you. But as time went on the worse he got from smelling your hair to following you around campus to lurking your socials to finally finding your dorm room. He told himself that he was just trying to return a jacket you left in class so he racked his brain for all of the information he “gathered” and remembered your room number. It was just supposed to be a quick drop off of the jacket he played out the scenario in his head a thousand times. knock on the door, tell you he picked it up when you forgot it, give it to you, and leave. But, when he knocked on the door it opened slightly you weren’t there but you left it cracked indicating that you would be back soon. The change in circumstances caused him to panic and so he decided to just go in and drop it on your bed as opposed to waiting at your door for you. As soon as he fully entered the room the door closed behind him and after folding your jacket placing it on your bed he goes to leave. Turns out you left your door cracked for a reason, he twists the knob and pulls with all his might but he can’t get it opened. The door jammed and he’s stuck in your room. Before he even gets the chance to panic he hears you right outside the door.

Request

Klaus Mikaelson (TVD/The Originals)

Cursed!KlausxSoulmate!Reader

Klaus kills a woman. Unbeknownst to him, this woman was the soulmate of a powerful witch. In revenge the witch curses him vowing that the day Klaus finds his soulmate they will be made immortal but their soul would be removed leaving an eternal one-sided soulmate connection where Klaus is completely connected to them ( can only love and desire them, unable to hurt or kill them, able to see their thoughts and feel their emotions/pain.etc) but they have no connection to him. The witch finally takes the only reverse to the spell to the grave with him and his wife leaving nobody else to break the spell. The story will center around an interesting toxic yet slightly romantic relationship between Klaus and the reader where over years they are continuously on and off again. Klaus does everything to get the reader to love and stay with him and the reader uses this to their advantage. When they’re together its great but when they’re apart things never go well. In the end, the reader can always leave him but he can never leave them so he takes any measure to keep them by his side.

Choi Soobin (TXT)

Sub!SoobinxDom catgirl!reader

The Cat Owns You Part 2

After returning home from the café Soobin you’re finally able to transform. Now being human you keep up a nice façade for the evening eating dinner and watching television peacefully. Having you around for these few hours has him believing he made the right decision after a while he took you to your room before retiring to his own for the night. He drifts off to sleep happily thinking that he found a simple way to fix his loneliness issue a cute catgirl who resides in the room beside his. Nothing could have prepared him for what would happen a few hours later. Waking up to feel his hands and legs in an uncomfortable position he tries to adjust himself but he can’t, opening his eyes to look he realizes that he’s tied to the 4 sides of his bedpost. Before he can question what’s happening he sees you making your way toward him with the collar he purchased earlier in your hands. You notice that he’s awake but continue on fastening the collar around his throat before positioning yourself to sit on him, straddling his spread body “(Y/N) what’s going on” he asks trying to sound stern but it comes out as more of a whisper as the reality of his situation really begins to set in affecting his body in a way he didn’t expect. “Shhh don’t worry I’ll take care of you” you whisper in his ear sending a shiver through his body. Every second that passes he can feel his resolve fading he knows that he wants whatever is about to happen and soon he won’t be able to say no you know this too. He quickly yet unconvincingly rushes out “ no you can’t do this” causing you to chuckle “ Yes I can, I can do whatever I want you signed the papers” before he can ask what you mean you continue “I own you”

Up next here are some muses that I will be writing about once I find the perfect ideas for them:

Garou (Genshin Impact)

Nejire Kamado (My Hero Academia)

Mina Ashido (My Hero Academia)

Shoto Todoroki (My Hero Academia)

Kazutora Hanemiya (Tokyo Revengers)

Choi Beomgyu (TXT)

Choi Chanhee (The Boyz)

Jeong Jaehyun (NCT)

Park Seonghwa (Ateez)

Wonho (Soloist)

Sunmi (soloist)

Sana (twice)

Beelzebub (Obey Me)

Loki Laufeyson (MCU)

Buckey Barnes (MCU)

Hela Odinson(MCU)

Wanda Maximoff (MCU)

And finally here are some ideas for works (I’m thinking of making a proper prompt list but for now you can request any of these ideas with a muse from above and I will try to fulfill it. Just make sure to specify what type of story you want (fluff, smut, angst, general hcs, drabbles, etc):

Reader is an evil sorcerer and the muse is their loyal familiar

Reader is a succubus and muse is a charge that keeps summoning them

Reader is like Hades and muse is like Persephone

Female Knight reader saves prince muse

Criminal reader goes yandere for normal muse

Opposites attract the big, scary, cold reader and soft cute muse

Muse who is a twitch streamer by day and a camgirl/boy by night

Reader is a Sugar mommy and muse is one of their many sugar babies it starts off fine but then muse falls in love and wants to be readers only one

Dom reader x fem switch muse x sub male muse

Ruler reader x harem

Reader is mean to everyone but muse

Smart tsundere reader dating clingy affectionate himbo/bimbo muse

Fem Joker type reader x male Harley type muse

Reader is an engineer who finds robot muse and fixes them

Vampire queen reader and yandere muse servant who wants to be readers walking blood bag

Hero reader saves muse from a yandere and muse becomes yandere

Demon reader x angel muse

A muse who keeps trying to kill a reader that they don’t know is invulnerable reader knows muse is trying to kill them but doesn’t stop them because they think it’s cute.

#dom!reader #sub!idol #sub!kpop #cix fluff #cix x reader #hyunsuk x reader #sub!cix #txt x reader #soobin x reader #sub!soobin #catgirl #the vampire diares imagine #the originals #the originals x reader #klaus mikealson x reader #upcoming #wips #yandere scenarios

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woneko · 2 years

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#moasource #txt #tomorrow x together #beomgyu #choi beomgyu #*gifs #hes holding the bouquet like a baby.....#im v sad #because hes so adorable #bomu be the persephone to my hades ;;

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suraiiya · 5 years

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not to complain but babey. im sick of the persephone/hades stories

#its been repeated a LOT recently and honestly bro i kno you got the creativity to do better #also hades was persephones uncle and he kidnapped and did. bad shit to her #so theres. that part of it #🔮.txt

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krtaemin · 7 years

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There were downsides to owning your own business. Like the fact that it consumed your daily thoughts and, more often than not, your entire schedule too. Jieun had hardly had time to eat today, much less celebrate today with an important someone.

Roses. The ubiquitous symbol for love. Jieun didn’t always like the cliche, but sometimes there was no better fitting flower. In the midst of her sea of orders, she rushed around to pull out a dozen. Jieun quickly arranged them, tying them up with black silk ribbon. The nice thing about roses are they needed no filler or bulk. They were beautiful all on their own. Kind of like the person she was sending them too.

Jieun tucked a small card with the words “Happy birthday. I love you.” printed neatly on the white background. She handed the bouquet to Johnny, along with the address and a quick hug. Jieun rushed back to get started on the other orders for today, making a mental note to text him when she closed Floralis for the evening.

Hours later, long after the sun had set, Jieun yawned as she closed the lock on Floralis for the night. Pulling out her phone, she glanced through all the LED notifications before ignoring them all to text him.

{ txt -> Taemin } Happy birthday. { txt -> Taemin } I’m sorry I wasn’t around today to celebrate it with you { txt -> Taemin } May I make it up to you with late night dinner or dessert? { txt -> Taemin } Please!

taemin has no idea how long he’s been sitting on the floor tiles of his kitchen, his head propped against the refrigerator door, his knees bent up to support his elbows in a leisurely fashion. he’d slumped down here in as haphazardly a manner as he ever possibly could, as though all the strength in his body had seeped out of his muscles, out of his bones and his spirit, and he hadn’t been able to regain much of anything for a long while. has it been an hour yet? three hours?

the roses sit atop the counter above him, soft petals and delicate stems laid to rest without much thought. he likes them sure, in the same way he likes everything that’s beautiful and colorful and full of meaning, but it’s this note in his hands, the one he keeps twirling around and around between his fingers, that has all his focus centered around it like a cyclone. his mind is a whirlwind, a rushing in his ears keeping him from being able to re-gather his own coherency. every time he thinks he might be able to pull himself together and think logically about this, he looks down at this paper and rereads it again, and again he is a hurricane.

“happy birthday. i love you.”

i love you.

he can’t even tell whether he’s happy or not, because there is definitely something bright and bursting and yearning blooming in the center of his chest, something that wants to be happy, wants to be fulfilled, wants to believe in ‘ever afters’. such a strong piece inside of his shattered kaleidoscope wants her to say this, longs to hear her say it. but then at the same time, all of that goes directly against everything he had believed himself to be as a brother, it strips him of his loyalty and dedication to one of his oldest friends and strongest bonds. if hades ever finds out… if hades finds out....

if persephone awakens and realizes how zeus has manipulated her, how he’s coaxed her into his world, into his arms, in close enough to make a statement like this…

i love you.

his phone buzzes in his pocket and he pulls it out, his heart immediately catching in his throat. would seeing her help his dilemma? no, but that doesn’t mean he’d say no to her. is she expecting something from this, this declaration, does she want him to say it back? does he think he can?

he glares at the note, wondering why it seems so suddenly flippant, like maybe she was saying ‘happy birthday. i love you, but like as a friend’ or maybe it was cut off too soon like ‘happy birthday, i love your hair.’ it’s not even hand-written or anything, it’s printed out, so maybe he’s making a bigger deal out of it than he ought to be. then again, maybe he’s not.

he’s a mess, he’s just a fucking mess.

[ txt -> anthos ] hey you [ txt -> anthos ] thank you for the flowers [ txt -> anthos ] and the note [ txt -> anthos ] its alright, it’s not a big deal, just another day for me as well lol [ txt -> anthos ] sure.. ok. lets go for a diner somewhere. i can come pick u up, we’ll get some milkshakes

#krxjieun #| ♔ heaven sends hurricanes (drabble) |#lowkey freaking out lmaoooo #ALSO I'M SORRY THIS IS LATER THAN A PERIOD ON A PREGNANT GIRL G D I #submission

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