Cupids Blind

Cupid’s Blind

Words: 7349

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Angel!Au

Summary: One - lovers are tied by red strings. Two - you hate love. Three - a certain angel literally cannot say ‘no’ to ‘please’. 

Notes: Gif

“I wonder what love feels like…”

You whip your head around, stopping in the middle of the crosswalk as the rest of the crowd pulls past you. The surroundings haze as if the world is being tugged away until everything is but a picture from a distance and you are in darkness. You swear you’ve heard a voice, a warm breath tickling your ear but no one’s there. Except, you catch a moving shadow on the road and in your peripheral vision; sterling pink.

The crosswalk ticks once….twice….three times then flickers to red. The stop light flashes green and absent-minded drivers push down on the pedal, accelerating forward. And you don’t notice, standing right in front of them as a mesmerized statue.

“M   O   V   E   !” Someone shouts but you don’t react fast enough, it doesn’t register fast enough. It’s as if sound passes right past through you and it never reaches your ears. It’s as if every second is being pulled down to last days and evenings, as if millenniums have passed and you’re still in the same place.

Keep reading

Wish on a Fish | Namjoon

→ summary: namjoon’s got fish-shaped pastries on the brain, and you’ve got namjoon-shaped space in your heart. you both learn to make do. → genre: fluff, humor → words: 3.9K → a/n: i had this in my wips since october 2018 and i decided to finish it because it’s loving namjoon hours (but when is it not?) also this was inspired by this galaxy brain quote from the man himself: “ain’t no fish inside”

“Y/N has a crush on you.”

The owner of the voice giggles when Namjoon lifts his head up in confusion, a sticky note with various mathematical equations hanging precariously from his forehead. An unflattering doodle of what appears to be a worm with Yoongi’s face has imprinted itself like a makeshift tattoo from where his cheek had rested upon his notebook. None of that information explains what year he has woken up in, what dimensions he has slipped into, nor why Hoseok has decided to tell him this very unlikely factoid when he was clearly busy with his guilt nap.

[guilt nap (n.) when Namjoon has kept his eyes open for an extended amount of time, to the point where colors start making noise and numbers start looking like letters, so he sleeps in various public places to reboot his brain; hardly ever works but he still tries.]

“Whuzzat?” Namjoon asks, verbose. The sticky note is on its last dredges of stickiness, and the Hoseok watches it flop down from its perch and into his friend’s agape mouth. Hoseok plucks it away kindly, but Namjoon doesn’t even seem to have noticed its disappearance.

“You look like shit,” Hoseok replies instead, pulling a chair beside Namjoon and carefully pushing aside what appears to be a glass of curdled milk. Hoseok’s nose crinkles in disgust. “Dude. Was this the milk tea from free Boba Tuesday?”

“Yeah?” Namjoon blinks owlishly. It appears that his brain hasn’t fully awakened yet, because he goes to grab the cup and bring it to his lips when Hoseok saves him by plucking the offending object out of his hands too.

“Namjoon. Free Boba Tuesday was three days ago. It’s Friday evening. This is three-day-old milk tea.”

Keep reading

( 🍑 ᴗ 🍑 )

Sunshower

Words: 4k

Genre: Fluff, Smut & a smidgen of angst

Hoseok is the sun.

He is blazing warmth, smiling eyes and glowing cheeks; the golden rays luminescent on his skin and you can’t stop your heartstrings tugging, a fast rhythm missing one beat when he turns to you, a face that lights up and speaks your name.

The world seemed to revolve around him, everything in creation built and made. He is the brightest star, holding the adoration of countless and the center of your shared group of friends. Friends.

That’s what you were to him.

Someone who he could depend on without needing to return a favour, someone who he could spill all secrets to and not worry about slips of the lips to strangers; someone who he could share with all the girls whom he was infatuation with. He looked at you like a friend and you couldn’t help your softened eyes and gaze that lingered, even when he already looked away.

Hoseok is the sun.

But you are the rain.  

Keep reading

bts 8th member who is feeling a bit moody, distant, not eating, not being their cheery selves, etc and the boys find out and try to cheer them up/talk to them? so like angst but fluffy

They felt like they had tried everything, but they were still just as far from figuring out why you were so sad and distant. You weren’t eating, and you seemed to be avoiding them making them worry. 

Yoongi sighed running a hand through his hair as the thought about it. Jimin had tried dancing with you to distract you, Taehyung had tried watching your favorite cartoon with you, Hoseok had tried to talk about anything .. Maybe that was where they were going wrong, he thought. 

He walked into your room, not bothering to knock, knowing you had been taking a nap. “Alright, Y/N, what’s wrong?”

You sat up, eyes narrowing. “Yoongi, get-” He cut you off by moving to sit next to you on the bed. “Uh-uh, I’m not the others okay. They’ve been trying all day to get you to relax and take whatever is wrong off your mind but that’s obviously not working, so now you get to tell me what’s wrong.”

You stared at him in silence for a moment, and he narrowed his eyes at you. If it were anyone else, you would have been upset with the way Yoongi just barged into your room, but this was him.. and for some reason knowing that he cared enough to crash into your room and demand to know what was wrong so bluntly was enough to have you finally crying out everything. 

He leaned forward to pulling you into his arms. “That’s it,” he mumbled. “Let it out, you’re alright.” You had just wanted someone to comfort you, and he would always be there to do that for you.