[18:13 PM] jisung approached you, sitting on the counter table alone nibbling on some of your grandma's freshly baked cookies. “hey, uh y/n!” he greeted you with a toothy grin and sat besides you.
the han and l/n's are very good friends so your parents decided to invite the han's over for dinner in celebrating your little sister's birthday.
“hey, jisung," you waved back, giving him a sweet smile in return, which made his stomach do 360° flips and turns. he just couldn't stand you and your charming personality — it just drives him mad, and it is not good for him.
a blush crept on his lips seeing your beautiful smile. he opened his mouth, and spoke softly, “i-i just wanted to say that i...” he paused for a moment, chewing on his bottom lip that may have been already chapped by now.
you titled your head to the side, “yes jisung?” you inquired. the boy has never been this so shy with you before — okay maybe there are times, but not like this, so you were curious as of why.
“i... i like yo —” then he saw your little sister hugging her stuffed unicorn in her arms, “— unicorns yeah!”
“yeeyy skwerrwul lwikes yunicwons two!" you little sister cheered inserting at the scene, as of hearing the word unicorn. she waved her stuffed unicorn in the air in triumph.
you giggled at this, which made him do as well and the three of you turned into fits of laughter.
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Can you do 63 from your most recent prompt list with mat barzal???
63. “This is our song?”
“I love this song!” Mat yelled, taking his hand off of your leg to turn up the volume of the radio.
“Why? You don’t even like country.” You said, scrunching your face.
“Seriously?” He turned to look at you. His face in utter disbelief.
“Yes, seriously.”
“This is our song, babe.”
“This is our song?” You asked, and he nodded.
“What are you talking about? We don’t have a song?” You said incredulously, as your mind went through all of the memories you had shared with Mat over the ten months the two of you had been dating to see if you could pin point when the two of you would have gotten a song.
“You probably don’t remember considering you were wasted.” He turned again to face you, reading your expression to see if you knew about the time you were talking about, which of course you didn’t because as he said, you were wasted.
“It was at that party on the beach, we had only been dating for like a few weeks but as soon as this song started playing you ran up to me and threw your arms around me saying that we needed to dance to it because it was our song.”
Instantly, your face started getting red, knowing that you had acted like that during the first few weeks of your relationship. “Don’t worry, I though it was cute.” He added, but you weren’t convinced. “If I really thought it was crazy do you think we would still be together?”
You supposed he was right, but as you listened closely to the song you still couldn’t wrap your mind around it, and Mat could tell. “This is the song I fell in love with you to.” He smiled. Your head whipped back to him, a soft smile laced on your face, your eyes melting into his.
Everything in my life is… well I don’t know… fucked? Faked? Fake thing suck, fake friends and all the other typical teenage shit like: Typical teenage leaving my assignments to last minute, typical teenage hiding things, and typical teenager sneaking out. but the question is will is ever get caught? I don’t know. Some days I want to and some days I think I would be killed if I did. I But tonight is probably like nearly every other I will wait till 9:30-10 and my parents will be asleep and if my dad isn’t it I can pass it off that I need to pick Steph up because she got stranded at her boyfriend’s and they had a fight – now this lie isn’t completely fake, I have had to pick her up 3 times because of this. It already 9 so I deicide to get dressed afterall I know what im wearing I just have to do my makeup. My make up is really great, my eyeliner is perfectly winged and I was stoked when I got them matching first go. It’s funny they match the little freckle I have above my right lip. I have dark brown lips on today and ive curled my hair. I pull on my short black velvet dress my mum likes to say that it looks like a nightie and I couldn’t care because of the way it feels against my skin. I pull over my jacket that my sister likes to say makes me look rich – but I got it for $20 on sale. I pull on my gladiator shoes and walk out the door with my eyes in hand. The parents where sleeping so that was a bonus. I get in my little white car and pull out of the drive way.
The first thing I do before I stop by the party is I stop for food. I am fucking hungry. I may be a small girl but I have can eat for 3. Some would they I eat for me, my inner bitch, and my inner inner sass. I pull into macca’s because they are the only thing open at this time and I get some nuggets. I sit there quietly and eat glaring at anyone who dares stare in my direction for too long. A group of attractive teenage boys walk in and I still choose to ignore them. There is no way we go to the same school so I can idly ignore them and they won’t know me. I’m taking a sip of my frozen grape when I notice one get shoved away from the group and slowly make his way towards me. He walks up to my table and put his hands on the chair in front of me before he can open his mouth I cut in.
“get lost” I bitch out.
“I’m sorry?” he asked his eyebrows coming together
“get lost” I repeat for him.
“I just wanted to know if you needed the chair?” he said his knuckles whitening as he grips the chair tighter.
“there are a dozen other chairs in here, why do you need that one?” I asked taking another sip of my drink.
“I don’t know, they wanted this one” he nods his head back to his friends who had been starring at us intently and when I looked over at them they pretended to be interested in the menu.
“how about you guys just take this table, because I’m leaving now” I said getting up and grabbing my phone. I began to walk away when I felt a hand at my elbow. “don’t touch someone without their permission” I said whirling around.
“I just wanted to give you, your wallet” he said honestly.
“oh, sorry. Thank you” I said grabbing it before I walked out of the restaurant.
 I had to also go and pick Steph up from her house and she had gotten in quickly her eyes red rimmed.
“oh, what happened now?” I asked pulling out of the drive way.
“you don’t need to be a bitch about it” she snorted.
“sorry, but seriously what’s wrong?” I asked this time earnestly. I didn’t know what was wrong but I was really being a bitch tonight.
“Jamie and I ended it” she whispered and I watched her wipe at her eyes one more time.
“it’s okay, tonight you can get black out drunk and I’ll watch over you okay?” I smiled at her from the driver’s side and she sniffled one more time. “okay?” I said again.
“okay” she tried to smile but I saw it falter.
 When we pulled up outside the party it was thriving, people had spilled out to the front yard and I could see more around the back. We both out of the car quickly and I made my way over to her quick.
“here’s the plan, you are going to go in there, find Miley and get drunk and I will make my way to you, okay?” I said holding her arms and she soon disappeared into the house and I knew I wouldn’t see her for the next couple of hours. I made my way into the house saying hello to a few my friends on the way and ignoring some people I couldn’t all together. Eventually I made it to the kitchen and Steph was nowhere to be seen, so I grabbed a bottle of water and sipped at it idly just watching the party flow by, I jump up on the kitchen bench, cross my legs and watch the party flow by. I like this kind of things where I can sit to the side and see how these things work. It’s interesting.
“you alright there” the voice makes me jump and choke on my water. I can’t stop coughing, it’s stuck in my throat. I can feel a hand patting my back softly. “ah you okay?” they ask when I stop coughing
“you really shouldn’t scare people like that” I say in between breaths.
“I thought you saw me coming?” the male voice asks.
“no, I didn’t” I say reassuring them.
“my bad then” he apologises and I finally look up. It’s the same boy from earlier on in the night. His brown hair has taken on a darker look and his eyes seem to have a craze to them.
“no problem… are you stalking me?” I say squinting up at him.
“uh… what?” he says looking at me strangely.
“first maccas, now here… what’s next my school?” I unscrew the water bottle again.
“the first was a coincidence and second everyone is here” he says gesturing out to everyone.
“ah Bianca, always the life of the party sitting in a corner with some guy” a new unwelcoming voice taunts. My ex-girlfriend. Milly.
“ah Milly never good to see you” I say drawing my eyes over her. She looks the same, still beautiful. Her bleach blonder hair pulled into a messy bun and she’s just wearing a t-shirt dress. I’ve turned to the side so this boy can’t see my face.
“we all know you still want me Bianca” she drawls.
“I wouldn’t say that in-front of my boyfriend” I say leaning back and I can feel his warm chest against my back.
“switching teams, are we?” she laughs.
“we both know I always played for both” I wink at her. I feel arms wrap around my stomach and I jump a little before I hear a voice whisper into my ear.
“if you want me to be your boyfriend then I better act one, babe” his voice flows into my ear and I smile at the feel of it against my skin.
Whoever said faking things sucked was an idiot, because the way my skin is singing right now, by the sheer fakeness of this intimacy is making me hum.
“How was your roadtrip?” You asked, tearing the bright pink sugar packet open and pouring some into your coffee. Travis just sighed.
“That bad? You guys didn’t even lose one game.” You said, giving him a skeptical look. He just sat there, subconsciously stirring his coffee slowly. Â
“I don’t know, sometimes the road is just lonely.”
“How? You’re literally with like 20 guys the whole times and your always in a new city!”
“Sometimes it fun.” He sighed. “But, other times you just wanna be home, in your own bed.”
“Well, next time you’re lonely, call me.” You smiled, taking a sip.
“(Y/N), no. I’m not calling you at three in the morning from across the country just because I miss my pillow.” He shook his head as he spoke.
“Why not? It’s not like I’ll be doing anything important.” You shrugged, looking up at his eyes for the first time since beginning this conversation. The look on his face made it seem like you had asked him to move in with him. It was a look of shock, but in the best way. His face so soft, you almost jumped across the table right then to kiss him. Almost.
“You’ll be sleeping though.” He said, giving you yet another excuse.
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whats the difference in your blurbs and one shots?
with my one shots, i try and write in what led them to the main plot of the story. like how they ended up doing whatever they are doing. then i write an direct ending. one that makes you feel as though the story is completed and you're satisfied. plus just more added details in general and some unnecessary context when needed.
with my blurbs, they are more straight to the point. like there isn't really an introduction into the plot, it just goes right into what will occur. then it will end abruptly. not really having direct ending to the events that took place. and my blurbs have less details, hints why they are shorter.
i was against writing blurbs to began with because i'm a sucker for details and length. but i came to realize, some plots isn't meant for tons of unnecessary words. some are best when short and sweet and others are better with a lay out and a full 360 - beginning, middle, and end.
