led me to a miracle

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Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

anonymous asked:

i've been meaning to ask you this because i haven't seen this being asked, especially now with those teasers i'm dead with all the feels - could you recommend some yoonjin fics pretty please?

yea !! here are some of my fav yoonjins
- inc. by minverse
to the night, will you follow me? by nonheather
- eat your heart out by bazooka
three’s a crowd, but my heart’s got room for more by finedae
- unplanned by sugavirus
aye, love (you led me to a miracle) by vppa
you were warmer than the scent of a cafe latte by starwells
- a week with kim taehyung by iamnotaprodigy
- charm me by kingkiwi
- couple next door by yuanoe
- odd eye | unrequited | switch | aquaphobia by resonae
- pink and grey cupcakes by etna

fanfic writers appreciation II

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   Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made - and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make - was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

8

And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscaleable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet with only that jagged sliver of sky above her. Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

Don’t

Minghao unlocked the door and immediately pushed your laughing frame up against the door.

“Finally out of that death hole.” He pushed his lips up against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, standing on your toes to mush the kiss deeper.

You felt his hand slide down your thigh and hike up the dress’s skirt even more to reveal your bare flesh.

“What miracle led me to you?” Minghao breathed out

“I’d ask the same thing to you”

“No you wouldn’t” He moved his lips to your neck and pesumably leave hickies all over it, but before he could, you gently pushed him off of you.

“What does that mean?” You asked, looking dead into his chocolate eyes.

“I’m pretty sure it’s self explainatory.” The8 leaned down to suck on your neck, you ignored the tingly feeling between your legs and yet again pushed him off.

“Well can you explain it in detail?” You asked, Minghao shook his head and before you could say anything else, he slammed his lips onto yours an lifted your thighs before moving you to sit on top of the table.

“Alright then, I'l forget about it for now.” You craned your neck to give The8 more access, your juices glistening up your folds from anticipation when you felt his slender fingers pull off your panties.

You heard fumbling from his belt and decided to help pull his pants off much faster. Leaving him only in his dress shirt and boxers, holding his constricted member inside the way-too-tight material.

“Take off your shirt.” You ordered, Minghao -obviously- followed, you also doing the same before unclipping your bra.

The8 threw his shirt somewhere in the dining room before his eyes dwelled on your chest.

“You wanna touch?”

“Of course I do.” The8 kissed you again before moving onto your breasts, sucking on the erect nipple and flicked it up with his tongue, causing you a moan to leave your lips.

He really loved that sound.

You couldn’t sit straight be yourself anymore and laid your hands on his shoulders.

Were they always this bony? You felt them up some more and concluded that they were never this scrawny before.

You reluctantly pushed Minghao off of your chest, that decision was the most difficult decision you’ve ever made in your life!

The8 looked up at you in confusion, that makes sense.

“What’s wrong? I thought you liked it.” He towered over you again and placed his hands on your thighs.

“I did. It’s just, what happened to your shoulders? They used to be a lot more muscle-y and stuff. Is everything okay?”

“The word ‘Okay’ is very subjective.”

“Minghao? Anything you need to tell me? Because I know that you can gain weight when you want to.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Minghao!”

“Do you really want to do this NOW?” Minghao whined as he placed his arms on either side of you and tilted closer down to you, this time not doing anything but crossing your arms over your chest.

“Yes.” You said firmly.

“Really? But we’re kinda in the middle of something right now.”

“No, we’re not. Unless you don’t want to be in the middle of anything for a few weeks, I’d recommend that you tell me.”

He surrendered to you, slightly even more turned on from your demanding tone but obliged anyway.

“Well, I’ve sorta been not eating as much as I used to.”

“Can you tell me why?” You pulled him close, playing with the ends of his hair.

“I don’t know why. I just thought that would make things better.”

“Does this have anything to do with the thing you said earlier?”

He sighed and pulled up a chair from the table and sat down before laying his head in your lap.
Like an instinct, you combed your soft fingers through his equally soft hair.

“Not exactly.”

“Explain that more for me?”

He rolled his face into your bare legs, his vocie came out a bit muffled but still understandable, “I don’t think the carats like me all that much.”

You moved your hand down to Minghao’s neck and rubbed circles into the warm skin, just like he does when you cuddle.

“That’s a complete and utter lie. What made you think that?” You laughed, yet fully serious at the same time.

“They don’t seem to be as enthusiastic when they see me, they don’t even say anything! I don’t think I’m hideous, and I can’t seem to think of any other reason.”

You cupped up his face, resulting him to push himself off of your lap and look into your eyes.

“Minghao, you’re the dumbest person I know. And I know a lot of people.”

He looked at you with a dumbstruck expression.

“Do you remember when I came to your fanmeet for the first time, back when you didn’t know I existed?”

He nodded, “Yeah, but what does that have to do with-”

“Shut up.” You interrupted, “Do you remember that when it came to you, I didn’t talk? Or, in that case, have any emotion at all?”

“Yeah. But that’s different.” Minghao mumbled

“How is it different? You were my bias. Big time. And I didn’t talk because I couldn’t! And I was literally thinking I died inside and gone to heaven. And I’m pretty sure that the same thing happens when your fans see you.”

He didn’t say anything.

“Did you get that through your-”

Suddenly, Minghao draped his arms around your frame and held you close into his chest.

“Thank you.” He said, laying his lips into our hair, keeping it there for as long as the silence went.

“Your welcome.” You chuckled.

“Why’re you laughing?” He soon joined your laughter.

You pushed away from Minghao, “Because I could feel your hard-on poking my hip!”

Minghao’s face blushed like a pomodoro and looked down to cup his member, attempting to cover it up.

“Don’t be embarrassed!” You playfully slapped his thin arm.

“Then don’t be abusive.” Minghao stood back up and stared you down before letting his hands go from his cock and up to your jaw, to force you into a kiss.

Hi! So as you all may know, Minghao is literally my biggest bias of all time!! So when I heard about the loosing weight and feeling like he’s the most unwanted of the group really hit me at heart. Please remind this adorable ball of aegyo and sexy stares that he isn’t! Please request and send advice on how I could improve my writing. As usual, hope you’ve enjoyed reading, I enjoyed writing!- keep listening to Kpop!~ Jackie

What a treacherous thing to believe that a person is more than a person…

And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscaleable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet with only that jagged sliver of sky above her. Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

—  Paper towns, John Green

And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscaleable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet with only that jagged sliver of sky above her. Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.

“And all at once I knew how Margo Roth Spiegelman felt when she wasn’t being Margo Roth Spiegelman: she felt empty. She felt the unscaleable wall surrounding her. I thought of her asleep on the carpet with only that jagged sliver of sky above her. Maybe Margo felt comfortable there because Margo the person lived like that all the time: in an abandoned room with blocked-out windows, the only light pouring in through holes in the roof. Yes. The fundamental mistake I had always made—and that she had, in fairness, always led me to make—was this: Margo was not a miracle. She was not an adventure. She was not a fine and precious thing. She was a girl.”

MISTLETOE

‘It’s the most beautiful time of the year
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But I'mma be under the mistletoe.’

It’s December 24. Christmas Eve. She’ll be spending her Christmas with her family. He’ll be spending Christmas with his family. Everything seemed normal. Food, drinks, gifts and music everywhere. Walang taong may problema. Walang taong malungkot. Lahat masaya because it really is the most beautiful time of the year.

'I don’t wanna miss out on the holiday,
But I can’t stop staring at your face,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But I'mma be under the mistletoe.’

Natatawa siya because she remembered something by listening to this song being played. The fake snow. The telephone booth. The Bieber-like voice. The way he slid himself on the bleacher just to be next to her. Their holding hands. The jacket. The way he looks at her. Everything. And with just one song, she started missing him.

“Ano ba yan.” she said to herself. “Julie Anne, nagkita naman kayo kahapon. Ang clingy mo nanaman.”

“Ate sinong kausap mo?” Joanna asked her. Nagulat siya na andun pala ang kapatid niya.

“H-ha? Wala. Haha.” Joanne snatched her earphones tsaka pinakinggan ang kanta and she smiled slyly at her.

“Sabi na eh. Miss mo na no?” she asked.

“Hoy hindi ah. Bata-bata mo pa kung makaano ka dyan.”

“Hahaha. Oh bakit? Wala naman akong binanggit na pangalan ah. Ikaw ha! Mama oh!!!” and she ran out of her ate’s room while calling Tita Marivic.

“Hoy JM!” she yelled after her.

“Ma si ate namimiss na si kuya oh!” Joanna continued. Jac laughed when her two sisters passed by her.

“Mama, si Ate Julie oh. Miss na si Kuya Elmo.” Jac joined in. The three reached the kitchen where their mom is busy preparing the Christmas feast. “Mama, mama si Ate Julie miss na daw si Kuya Elmo!” Jac beamed.

“Oo nga po mama. Nagsesenti dun sa kwarto kanina. Tapos nagsasalita mag-isa.” dagdag naman ni Joanna.

“Ma hindi po. Wag ka makinig sa dalawang to.” Julie said as she ruffled her sisters’ hair.

“Hay nako kayong tatlo talaga. Wag niyo asarin ang ate niyo at baka lalong mamiss si parekoy.”

“Mama!” Julie said. Nagtawanan naman silang lahat as she turned bright red.

“Uy si ate nagbblush.” Joanna teased as she laughs.

“Julie anak, tatawag yun mamaya ha? Kalma pag may time.” Tita Marivic said as she tried stifling her laughter. “Oh sige na. Magbihis na kayong tatlo dun at maya-maya andito na lola niyo.” she said. Agad namang tumakbo si Jac paakyat sa kwarto niya and Julie and JM walked upstairs.

“Text ko ba ate? Hahaha.”

“Tigilan mo ko. Walang gift bet?” banta niya sa kapatid.

“Haha. Joke lang. Love you ate!” sabi nito sabay pasok sa kwarto.

Julie entered her room too and went for her closet. She was staring at her clothes because she doesn’t know what to wear this Christmas Eve. Gusto niya nga magpambahay na lang. But her mom said na may mga bisita sila this year and that they should wear something nice. At dahil nga andito na ang lola nila from Australia, they all want to look nice.

“With you, shawty with you
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe” she sang as she looks for her dress.

*****

'Everyone’s gathering around the fire,
Chestnuts roasting like a hot July,
I should be chillin’ with my folks, I know,
But I'mma be under the mistletoe.’

“This song is really cute no?” Maxx said. They were all in Antipolo to celebrate with the whole family.

“Yeah. I mean, ang bata pa ni Bieber when he did that pero until now, we still play it every Christmas.” Saab said.

“It’s cute nga kasi.” sabi ni Maxx. “Oh my gosh! Mosey sang this before diba?” she beamed when she remembered her brother singing this.

“Yeah! He and his squeaky voice. Hahahahaha.” Saab teased Elmo.

“Whatever Isabella.” he said.

“Pikon naman nito. May namimiss ka lang eh.” she said.

“Ts. Stop it will you?”

“You saw each other yesterday. Wag ka nga clingy!” Maxx teased and even laughed at him.

“As if di ka clingy kay Kuya Chino.” he teased back and this time he and Saab were the ones laughing. Maxx stuck her tongue out at them and the two laughed even more.

'Word on the streets Santa’s coming tonight,
Reindeer flying through the sky so high,
I should be makin’ a list I know,
But I'mma be under the mistletoe.’

“You know, I think you should’ve invited her here.” Saab said to him when Maxx went inside.

“Ha?”

“Si Julie. You should have asked her to come celebrate with us.”

“I wanted to. Kaya lang her grandma came home from Australia and they’re spending Christmas together as a family.”

“Oh. Edi you should’ve been the one spending it with them.”

“Paano naman kayo?” he asked.

“Hahaha. Moe, we are always together as a family. And look, don’t you want to greet her personally when the clock strikes 12? Alam mo, Jim did that before. When we were just starting as a couple. It was very sweet.” she narrated.

“Ugh! Don’t tell me about your googly eyes with Jimbro.” he said as he pushed Saab’s face playfully.

“Hahahaha. I’m not telling you naman eh. Basta it’s every girl’s dream you know.”

“Pero kasi nagkita nga kami kahapon diba? Mamaya niyan pagdating ko dun she’ll tell me na I’m clingy again. You know how bully she is. Hahaha.” he said.

“Hahaha. Bully Anne? Ano ka ba. It’s Christmas! She won’t be able to do that. And sure ako na miss ka na din niya.” Saab winked at him then patted his shoulder before going inside.

“With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe,” he sang along. He smiled as he remembered the prod where they sang this. They were enjoying every bit of it and he really did wish for a mistletoe to appear. And then an idea popped in his head.

“Mom!”

*****

“With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe,

Hey love, the Wise Men followed the stars,
The way I follow my heart,
And it led me to a miracle.” she sang as she fixes her hair and applies a light make-up on her face.

“Ate andito na sila lola.” Jac said as she entered Julie’s room.

“Okay baby. Bababa na ko.”

“Okay.” and she skipped out of her room.

'Hey love, don’t you buy me nothing, (don’t you buy me nothing)
'Cause I am feeling one thing,
Your lips on my lips,
That’s a merry merry Christmas.’

She went downstairs and saw her family gathered in the living area.

“Hi lola!” she said as she kissed her grandmother. She also greeted her cousins and her uncles and aunts and they all waited for the clock to strike 12.

KKKKKKRRRRRNNNNGGGGG!

“Hello?” she answered her phone.

“Hi.” she heard his voice. She automatically smiled and she felt that he is smiling as well. “Uhm. Almost 12 na.”

“Yes. Are you in Antipolo already?”

“No. I’m stuck in traffic.” he said.

“Oh. Bakit? I thought sa Antipolo ka umuwi kagabi?”

“Yeah. Pero may pupuntahan ako tonight eh.”

“San naman?”

“Look outside.” she went for the window and peeked outside. Pero wala naman siyang nakitang kakaiba.

“Oh. Anong meron sa labas?” she asked him.

“Basta tignan mo.” and suddenly, she saw white stuff falling from the sky. “Can you see it?”

“Oh my god.” was all she could say. Her cousins and siblings went for the window too and were awed at what they are seeing.

“Snoooow!!” Jac exclaimed.

“Is that Jac?” he asked.

“Ha? Ah yeah. Seryoso Moe, nagssnow? Ano tayo nasa Egypt?”

“Hahaha. Basta. Labas ka. Ikaw lang ha.” he told her. She obeyed his order and went outside.

“Oh tapos?”

“Wala lang. I’m outside din kasi diba. And yun. I want you to see the snow full-view with me.”

'It’s the most beautiful time of the year,
Lights fill the streets spreading so much cheer,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But I'mma be under the mistletoe.’

Ding! Dong!

Nagulat siya when the doorbell rang. At this time of the night may bisita pa? But her family’s complete already. Who could it be? She walked towards their gate and opened it and was surprised to see who the visitor was.

“Hi.”

“H-hello.” she greeted.

'I don’t wanna miss out on the holidays,
But I can’t stop staring at your face,
I should be playing in the winter snow,
But I'mma be under the mistletoe.’

Pinapasok niya ito sa gate and before they could get inside their house he stopped her.

“Oh bakit?”

“Wala ba kong kiss?” the guy asked. Natawa siya dito and shook her head. “Bakit?” he asked her.

“Wala namang mistletoe.” she laughed. He laughed as well and pulled out his phone and showed her his lockscreen.

“Ayan. Meron na. Pwede ko na ba i-kiss ang baby ko?” he asked raising his phone over their heads. “Tsaka 11:59 na oh.”

“Oh tapos?”

“Tapos masaya siguro if I’m kissing you when the clock strikes 12.” he said at nagtaas-baba pa ng kilay.

“Ang corny mo alam mo ba yun?” she told him then she pulled him by the collar of his polo. “Pero love kita.” she said softly and she kissed him. Their kiss lasted long and he wrapped his arms around her waist and she wrapped hers around his neck. When they pulled apart he rested his forehead against hers and smiled at her.

“Merry Christmas, Julie Anne.”

“Merry Christmas, Elmo Moses.”

'With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe,

With you, shawty with you,
With you, shawty with you,
With you, under the mistletoe,

Kiss me underneath the mistletoe,
Show me baby that you love me so,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

Kiss me underneath the mistletoe,
Show me baby that you love me so,
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.

yeahhhhhhh.’

*****

MERRY JULIELMO CHRISTMAS!

From TC with love.