From This Tumblr Prompt Post By @smurfet !

from this tumblr prompt post by @smurfet !

warning/s: angst and crying:(

silence — lmh.

in which he can’t seem to let you love him.

you hadn’t really noticed him, he was always quiet and stuck to his small circle of friends. the boy whose hair never seemed to stay one color, the boy who would only laugh when he was among his friends—the boy whose name was mark lee.

“who?” when your friend had pointed out that he was “so checking you out!”, you didn’t really know how to feel.

your eyes meet his for a brief moment—before he’s looking away a slight blush on his cheeks as his friends erupt into a burst of loud laughter. and it was like the world was on his side, because you started to see more of him.

“i’m so sorry!” his smooth voice distracted you from the sound of your books and papers scattering all over the floor. his movements were frantic as he goes to pick up your fallen items. “it’s okay, really.”

he likes to think it was your smile that had his heart racing, the easygoing and friendly one that always seemed to grace your face. that what he was doing—reaching out, trying to get the chance to talk to you even when he had literally no reason to other than the fact that he liked your voice—was totally reasonable. you could be acquaintances, who talked. almost every day.

“so, how’s it going with y/n?” jaemin would casually bring you up, now that you both were talking on a regular basis. mark felt a weird heat rise from his neck to his ears, stumbling to reply to his younger friend.

“it’s alright. she’s a great girl,” the boys around him let out loud whoops, raising their imaginary glasses in a sort of toast. “i’m happy for you.”

renjun’s smile is gentle as he pats mark’s back. he was scared. truly. he didn’t know why he was feeling the way he did and didn’t believe you could return the way his heart was pounding.

but you did. you loved the way he strummed his guitar with a hidden confidence and the way his eyes would disappear as he laughed. the months you both had spent talking were great and he made you feel the most alive.

there were days where you’d catch his eyes on you and the subtle pink tint on his cheeks as he looks away. you’d find him upset when you were wearing someone else’s jacket. you were sure, so sure that he liked you back. that he would catch you because you were falling. falling for the boy who built a cage around his heart so—

“don’t.” you were confused. don’t?

“don’t love me, y/n.” his sad whisper nails you to your spot in front of him. you had your bag over your shoulder and his jacket around your body.

his eyes stared at you, sad and empty as he pleads with you. “i’m not worth it. not worth your love—“

“is that really your decision to make?” your voice comes out softer than you had liked. you didn’t want to cry but you felt your throat closing as the tears stung the back of your eyes. mark watches closely as you gulp down your feelings, face scrunching as you struggle to hold in the emotions wishing to break free.

his heart was breaking, but this was better. wasn’t it?

“i’m—i don’t love you.”

he had forced the words out. he knew he had to. he didn’t want to let himself feel the way he felt around you—because he could see it all leading down the same path.

“oh.”

your dejected face stayed etched in his mind as you walked away. as the tears won over your stubbornness, falling freely down your cheeks even when you were tugging off his jacket. he watched in silence as you disappeared, from him that night—from his life forever.

this was better. he knew it was. but why did it feel like it wasn’t?

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my mark drabble debut! it’s sad, but i’m trying to get over my writer’s block huhu ;-;

warning/s: overworking, mentions of bad habits like skipping meals and losing sleep.

[6:51 pm]

“you’re overworking yourself.” renjun simply huffs as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt. he wasn’t wrong, but you had so many tasks due and you couldn’t help but glue yourself to your chair.

“just a few more minutes, ren. i promise i’ll come to bed, yeah?” your promises fell on death ears as he raises his eyebrow—clicking his tongue as he starts to tug even harder.

he didn’t like seeing you push yourself so much when he knew that it meant skipping meals, losing sleep and draining yourself of energy.

“woah—babe.” your boyfriend sighs as he catches you in his arms, your exhausted body nearly toppling over when you went to get up.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.”

% my tears ricochet

pairings: haechan x gn!reader || wc: 0.96k || warnings: mentions of de*th, dy*ng, car accidents, swearing || inspiration: my tears ricochet by taylor swift

donghyuck kneels at your grave, the rain soaking his clothes. it is the first time he’s visited you since you passed.

he couldn’t bring himself to attend your funeral.

on your headstone are the words, “a wonderful child, loved by all.” donghyuck lifts his finger and gingerly traces the indents of the last three letters.

how he wishes it was his name.

more under the cut!

------------- a month ago -------------

it was raining. you had just finished your last lesson, and were keeping your things in your locker when he walked up to you, uninvited and unwelcome.

“done failing your classes, y/n?” he sneered down at you, snatching your notebook from your grasp. dangling it by just the cover, he shook the notebook, watching with disgust as post-its and other pieces of paper fell out.

you clenched your teeth, balling your fists up, but didn’t say anything. you knew it wouldn’t make a difference anyway. ever since the break up, he never cared about what you felt.

voice even, you said, “give it back, donghyuck. i don’t want to fight.”

“you don’t want to fight?” he asked, not looking at you. “well, i do.” with that, he walked up to the nearest rubbish bin and threw what was left of your notes in.

you stood rooted to the spot as your notes were soiled with strange, sticky liquids and other undesirable substances, unable to say anything in fear of accidentally losing control. you could already feel your anger formulating as harsh words on the tip of your tongue, and if you opened your mouth, they would come rushing out in a rage, ugly and unstoppable.

you took a deep breath and counted to ten. “why did you do that?” your voice was taut, and the air was charged with tension.

donghyuck fixed his gaze on yours. “because you and i no longer love each other.”

that one sentence lit the gas on fire and you exploded.

“i’ve already told you that we broke up for good! we broke up because it wasn’t working, because you were treating me like shit, because i didn’t meet your insane standards and because we were both falling out of love! i did the right thing by ending our relationship, because you were too chicken to do it. why can’t you just accept that we are over and stop harassing me all the time?!”

there was too much to say, too much to feel, and the pressure building inside you for the last three months needed somewhere to go. so you punched the locker door, denting the metal.

you couldn’t even feel the pain.

donghyuck yelled right back at you. “and yet you never gave me another chance to prove myself, never told me where i went wrong! why can’t we try again?”

you were crying at this point, wanting so bad to make him understand you. “i’ve given you more than ten chances, and each time, you’ve failed to prove that you can handle yourself. i can’t do this to myself anymore, hyuck,” you sobbed, and donghyuck shut himself up, because you used his nickname for the first time in months.

“i can’t let you break my heart over and over again, just to tape it back together with feigned regret and empty apologies.”

you had run out into the rain, and donghyuck had done nothing about it, because it had hit him that everything you said about him was true. he didn’t know how to love you right.

and that was when you’d run right in front of a moving car.

------------- present day -------------

he stares at your name, engraved on the semi-circular slab of stone.

“isn’t it funny, that i realised my mistake just as you made yours?” he chuckles, the sound hollow. dead, just like the only person he’d ever loved.

he swallows, feeling his adam’s apple bob up and down against his throat. now that you’re gone, he has no way to apologise. it occurs to him that he may still love you, and continue loving you for the rest of his life. no closure, no way to move on.

it’ll kill him someday.

he rests his forehead on the top of the cold, hard stone, shutting his eyes. a single tear slips out from under his lashes, landing on the surface of the soil beneath which you lie.

“fuck you, y/n.” his voice breaks as he says this. his heart, it beats with melancholy, aching with a hole that can never be filled. “fuck you for making me feel this way.”

he doesn’t say what he most wants to. i wish you stayed.

he remembers a time when you would bound up to him, placing a soft peck on his cheek. or when he would drag you out of bed at two in the morning to buy snacks from the convenience store nearby. your sleepy smile, the way you clinged onto his arm.

donghyuck presses his skin deeper into the rough tombstone, the sharper edges cutting into his flesh. he digs his nails into his palms, quietly acknowledging the fact that you will never do that again. he will never get to see that again.

big, fat drops of rain splatter on his back and skull, creating random rhythms. he focuses on that, drawing his thoughts away from the smarting in his chest. maybe if he removes himself from his surroundings, he might be able to meet you again.

that’s all he needs. one meeting with you.

unfortunately, the law of nature dictates the opposite. in his mind, he hears you say, “your eyes are so bright.” he wants to contradict this statement. that was your light reflecting in his pupils.

the tears come, and for the next few years, they don’t stop.

© marklilies, 2021. all rights reserved.

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TW major character death!!! And bad writing lol

Ok ok time for angst

So masterless visions can awaken when the ambition of the previous wielder is rekindled, right? Like the electro vision of Kazuha's friend. So spare me some of your brains and think about this.

Your vision protecting your fav long after you have died.

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Diluc (anemo)

The walls that were enforced stronger than ever come crumbling down under the soft glow of your vision.

A sick, sick joke

To feel your presence again and then be deprived of it again

Diluc is no stranger to loss. When it took his father, he wasn't strong and when it came for you, he wasn't stronger still. And surrounded by the now decimated abyss hideout remains, he feels like he has failed again. Was he always fated to be the one who gets saved, one that survives? Did the archons reserve the fate of mourning solely for him?

Why him again and why through you?

Your name is only a breathy whisper as it escapes his lips. Like shore to a man drowning, he cradles the glowing teal in his hands, desperate to feel any sort of your presence again.

This was you. He could never mistake these fleeting currents for anything else. Apologies and affirmations, so much he wished he could have expressed all drown down in choked sobs.

And when the glow fades out, the winds are the only witness to his screams.

Tartaglia (pyro)

He lives for conflict, revels in it. The closer to death, more alive he feels. So imagine his surprise when a familiar burst of flame takes down the last of his enemies, just as his muscles were about to give out.

Wait, anticipation. There is no sorrow in his tone as he recognizes the searing pyro vision on the ground. It's glee, it's the excitement felt whenever you two spared. This was you. You came back.

You once promised him a battle to the death.

It's the euphoric rush he feels when he closes down on the flames, your flames that still seem reluctant to harm him. This was his promised duel? right? He knew you would never break your promise.

Bloodied hands draw out the hydro blades as he calls out your name. Your heat, your power. There was no other way that he'd rather go down.

Crimson soon fades out as your vision dies down again. His feet give out as he reaches out, face spanning a million emotions.

"no no no no NO COME BACK, YOU PROMISED ME."

Xiao (geo)

The yaksha does not require protection; he is far too experienced in combat to warrant any of it. His karmic weight is his own to bear. He shall not let the monsters trained by his karmic debt dirty his contract with Morax.

But he falls, deeper and deeper into the depths of his binds.

resentment, bloodshed, anger,

A warm hue surrounds him, glowing gold like the brightest suns and it spreads, like the wildfire that burns far too bright to put out. The gold of your vision, a flickering hope at the end of the line, becomes his guide. It's unwavering in the face of his torments, just like you were. He surrenders himself to your light and feels the pain subside.

He regains control just as your vision fades out, gold turning grey.

Strong clutch the faded vision and brings it closer to his chest. His voice uncharacteristically gentle.

"thank you"

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:D

do share your thoughts, interact if you liked!

warning/s: overworking, mentions of bad habits like skipping meals and losing sleep.

[6:51 pm]

“you’re overworking yourself.” renjun simply huffs as he tugs on the sleeve of your shirt. he wasn’t wrong, but you had so many tasks due and you couldn’t help but glue yourself to your chair.

“just a few more minutes, ren. i promise i’ll come to bed, yeah?” your promises fell on death ears as he raises his eyebrow—clicking his tongue as he starts to tug even harder.

he didn’t like seeing you push yourself so much when he knew that it meant skipping meals, losing sleep and draining yourself of energy.

“woah—babe.” your boyfriend sighs as he catches you in his arms, your exhausted body nearly toppling over when you went to get up.

“it’s okay, i’ve got you.”

from this tumblr prompt post by @smurfet !

warning/s: angst and crying:(

silence — lmh.

in which he can’t seem to let you love him.

—

you hadn’t really noticed him, he was always quiet and stuck to his small circle of friends. the boy whose hair never seemed to stay one color, the boy who would only laugh when he was among his friends—the boy whose name was mark lee.

“who?” when your friend had pointed out that he was “so checking you out!”, you didn’t really know how to feel.

your eyes meet his for a brief moment—before he’s looking away a slight blush on his cheeks as his friends erupt into a burst of loud laughter. and it was like the world was on his side, because you started to see more of him.

“i’m so sorry!” his smooth voice distracted you from the sound of your books and papers scattering all over the floor. his movements were frantic as he goes to pick up your fallen items. “it’s okay, really.”

he likes to think it was your smile that had his heart racing, the easygoing and friendly one that always seemed to grace your face. that what he was doing—reaching out, trying to get the chance to talk to you even when he had literally no reason to other than the fact that he liked your voice—was totally reasonable. you could be acquaintances, who talked. almost every day.

“so, how’s it going with y/n?” jaemin would casually bring you up, now that you both were talking on a regular basis. mark felt a weird heat rise from his neck to his ears, stumbling to reply to his younger friend.

“it’s alright. she’s a great girl,” the boys around him let out loud whoops, raising their imaginary glasses in a sort of toast. “i’m happy for you.”

renjun’s smile is gentle as he pats mark’s back. he was scared. truly. he didn’t know why he was feeling the way he did and didn’t believe you could return the way his heart was pounding.

but you did. you loved the way he strummed his guitar with a hidden confidence and the way his eyes would disappear as he laughed. the months you both had spent talking were great and he made you feel the most alive.

there were days where you’d catch his eyes on you and the subtle pink tint on his cheeks as he looks away. you’d find him upset when you were wearing someone else’s jacket. you were sure, so sure that he liked you back. that he would catch you because you were falling. falling for the boy who built a cage around his heart so—

“don’t.” you were confused. don’t?

“don’t love me, y/n.” his sad whisper nails you to your spot in front of him. you had your bag over your shoulder and his jacket around your body.

his eyes stared at you, sad and empty as he pleads with you. “i’m not worth it. not worth your love—“

“is that really your decision to make?” your voice comes out softer than you had liked. you didn’t want to cry but you felt your throat closing as the tears stung the back of your eyes. mark watches closely as you gulp down your feelings, face scrunching as you struggle to hold in the emotions wishing to break free.

his heart was breaking, but this was better. wasn’t it?

“i’m—i don’t love you.”

he had forced the words out. he knew he had to. he didn’t want to let himself feel the way he felt around you—because he could see it all leading down the same path.

“oh.”

your dejected face stayed etched in his mind as you walked away. as the tears won over your stubbornness, falling freely down your cheeks even when you were tugging off his jacket. he watched in silence as you disappeared, from him that night—from his life forever.

this was better. he knew it was. but why did it feel like it wasn’t?

—

my mark drabble debut! it’s sad, but i’m trying to get over my writer’s block huhu ;-;