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xonepeacelovex · 3 years

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my cinderella prince

Pairing: Mark Tuan x Reader

Genre: Angst and Fluff | Friends to Lovers AU

Summary: You’ve been waiting for a text message but you got different message this time.

Warning: Alcohol consumption. Also not proofread.

A/N: This is the result of binge reading all of Mark Tuan’s fan fictions. This is also my first GOT7 fanfiction. I know I did an incorrect quotes before for GOT7. :) Anyway, this is lowkey based on real life and I wrote this for closure because I had enough of the waiting game. I’m letting people go so new ones can come in in my life. Feel free to send me a message or ask. Thank you for reading!

10... 9... 8...

Everyone around you is shouting the countdown and already popping the bottle of champagne. Different colors and shapes of fireworks light up the night sky, making everyone more excited and at awe.

7... 6... 5...

Four seconds before the clock strikes 12, and the beginning of the new year. You look at your phone and scroll the notifications. You are met with notifications from Instagram from the pictures you are tagged in and a few last minute greetings from your family and friends. Deciding to answer the greetings later you press the power button of your phone. Getting the open bottle of red wine and pouring yourself a drink. Finally smiling, relieved that the year is ending. Quietly joining the countdown.

3... 2... 1...

People clinking their glasses and you simply raises yours, smiling warmly to everyone. You sip from your glass and started greeting everyone a happy new year. Though New Year’s Eve is something you always celebrated, you sometimes still get overwhelm with how noisy it can be.

After drinking everything on your glass, you put it down on the table and started your little quest of finding a quiet place in this party. You followed a couple heading upstairs, head shaking at how the holidays spread love and happiness in the air and somehow forgot someone like you. You found an open empty balcony, a perfect place to clearly see the fireworks.

You felt your phone vibrates on your pocket, instinctively getting it. You open your phone, a smile on your face, kinda expecting a message from a particular person, only for your smile to turn into frown when it is another notification from Instagram.

Disappointment should be the last emotion you should feel tonight. Yet somehow, you cannot stop yourself from feeling it, mostly for the fact that he didn’t missed a single greeting for the last 10 years. Sighing deeply, trying to shake off the sadness bubbling in your chest.

Looking up, the fireworks are still decorating the sky. In some way, being alone makes you feel less lonely. Downstairs everyone has someone to put their arms around and kiss when the clock strikes 12. Here, in a balcony, watching the night sky alone, actually makes you feel good. Promising yourself that this year you will celebrate your birthday and new year on a beach, somewhere where it is okay to be alone and not look at with pity because you don’t have someone beside you.

Perhaps its the alcohol taking over your system, the one responsible for your thoughts. Who told you its a good thing to pre game before coming to a New Year’s Eve party, where you’ll surely drink just before your limit? Slowly breathing in the polluted air of the city, hoping it will help you sober up a little.

You left the balcony in search for a bottle of water, you cannot let yourself get too drunk. When you found a glass of clear liquid, you drank it immediately without much thinking it will be an alcohol in which it is. You take a sharp breath, feeling the burn in your throat. Feeling light headed you immediately went back to your own little space for a fresh air.

And possibly it is really the alcohol taking over your system when you saw a familiar face in the balcony. Mark Tuan.

You stumbled forward, not believing that the man you waited a text message from for a whole night is in front of you. Steadying yourself, you take a careful steps this time, towards Mark. Where you think you looked like shit, he is casually leaning against the balcony rail, looking handsome and cool. You think, he didn’t remember you at all at how he just stare at you or maybe its because he knows you and cannot believe that you are drunk already.

Ten years is a long time to change. And high school for you is the worst era of your life so it should not be a surprised that you will be different from what he knew back then and the same goes for him.

After a long time, you finally reached the balcony, grabbing the rail for support. You can see clearly now his face and from the way he smiles at you, you know he knows you. You returned his smile with a grin, “Tuan,” greeting him like before. “Y/L/N,” he replied, smiling widely this time.

You forced yourself to look at the fireworks and stop the urge to keep staring at Mark, breathing in the air to sober you up. With the faint noise of people chattering in the background, he said to you softly, “Happy New Year.” Blissfully, or in reality half yelling, you greeted him back “Happy New Year!”, looking at him in the eyes.

It is silly to be disappointed at him for not greeting you on your birthday when you are barely friends even back in high school. Besides he just message you every December 31 and after that like a silent agreement between you two, no one will dare to start a conversation for a whole year unless its December 31 again.

Once in a while, Mark crosses your mind and in some way you always felt a connection between you two. You maybe treat each other as a friend or less than that but you always knew the relationship is special because what kind of friends only texted each other once in a year.

It is funny to back read your conversation, it is only every December 31. The thought that you never greeted him in his birthday made you feel guilty. In addition to that guilt, you felt disappointed at him because he didn’t greet you yesterday when you never greeted him. Losing the smile on your face, you simply look up again at the sky.

It is not a baseless assumption but an educated intuition, you like to word it like that, that maybe Mark really did have feelings for you. You are not a kind of person to believe in rumors especially if it is not from him directly. But all of your friends before always teases you to Mark. Whenever that happened, he just say sorry to you and you’ll dismiss it like a joke because of how embarrassed he looks like. Not wanting to be awkward with each other because of the teasing. So even though everyone says Mark likes you, you go ahead and found yourself a boyfriend. The teasing stopped and Mark also stayed away from you. That’s why him greeting you after high school surprised you because he knows and he apparently still treats you as a friend.

Definitely, you still like to avoid awkwardness so when the silence filled the room, you decided you should already go home. Even though 10 years is a long time to gather enough stories to entertain each other. Letting go of the balcony rail, leaning against it instead. Mark also lets go of the rail, this time turning his body to you.

You chuckle at how awkward you both are, no one is expecting to see each other. “I’ll get going,” you said to him, standing up straight now. You don't want to seem drunk to Mark so you tried your best to walk straightly not until he stop you by grabbing your arm. Pulling you towards him, making you dizzy, stumbling upon him. “Wait,” he said while balancing you in his arms, “I have something to say,” that made you even more dizzy.

Putting your hands against his chest for support, you tried to stand up alone. When you did, you remove your hands from his body, “Go ahead,” you replied to him.

“Happy birthday,” the greeting you are waiting for. Heart beating wildly against you chest, you smile at him, genuinely happy that he didn’t forget, “Thank you.”

After this night, you’ll never see him again. You are sure. No need for your heart to beat fast for him, because like before, there will be no words spoken and the hearts will still remain clueless. And you can’t play this game anymore, not when you feel emotions you didn’t felt before for him like disappointment and guilt. Because he’s just a friend who always remember your birthday, nothing more, nothing less. You will not ask for more from the universe, you started walking away. You are maybe, once again, taking Mark for granted. Actually you’ll never know because he never said anything, leaving you in the middle.

What Mark did when he saw you leaving again after giving him that breathtaking smile was to pull you back... again. You found yourself in his arms, clinging to him. You are taken aback with Mark’s actions. You looked at him, confused, “Do you anything else to say?”, tired of this push and pull between you and Mark.

“Yes, and I hope I am not too late,” he said nervously, still holding your arms. You chuckle at him, “Mark, you already greeted me a happy birthday,” tilting your head to look at his eyes which is avoiding yours. “You also greeted me already a happy new year,” you reminded him.

“No, it’s not about that,” this time he took a deep breath. “It took me years to finally have the courage and maybe a glass of wine to tell you this,” he stopped, holding your hands in his, “I like you since high school,” he confessed and that left you speechless. “I want to talk to you everyday but I don’t have an excuse except when its your birthday,” Mark continued. “It’s okay if you don-,” that’s when you decided to cut him off with a kiss that surprised him initially but he returned with the same eagerness.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting for this,” smiling, you whispered against his lips. Mark also smiles, biting his lower lip when he heard you say those words. Now you know why Mark just messages you once in a year.

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stimmingandshifting · 3 years

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ok so I found this incorrect quote generator and dsmp dr hyperfixation go brr so i made a Ton of agate and the other kids and here are the ones that fit (with some wording changes to better fit characters/situations)(warning there’s A Lot)

Tubbo: I made tea!!

Agate: i don’t want tea

Tubbo: I didn’t make tea for you. This is my tea.

Agate: then why tell me?

Tubbo: it’s a conversation starter!

Agate: that’s a terrible conversation starter.

Tubbo: oh, is it? We’re conversing. Checkmate.

Agate: yeah, Ranboo and I have this sort of chemistry (/p) where we finish each other’s-

Ranboo: sentences?

Agate: don’t interrupt me.

Agate: remember, if you see something, say something.

Tubbo: I saw a bee today!!

Agate: outstanding, this is exactly what I’m talking about.

Agate: ha, some idiot tried to fight a squid earlier today.

Tommy, covered in ink: well MAYBE the squid was being a DICK

Agate: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more. just in case.

Ranboo: agate that‘s a coma

Agate: Sounds Festive

Tubbo: jail is no fun, I’ll tell you that much...

Agate: wha- you’ve been?

Tubbo: once. In monopoly.

((Tommy is q u a k i n g))

Tommy: how petty can you get?!

Agate: i once edited a wikipedia article to win an argument I was wrong about.

((but hey at least my first instinct when something goes wrong isnt child murder))

Tubbo: .. -- / ... --- .-. .-. -.--

Agate: what’s that-

Tubbo: remorse code :(

Agate: I’m even angrier now.

Tubbo: hey, we’re friends, right?

Agate: normally, I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere. And I don’t like it.

Agate: not every problem can be solved with a sword, tommy-

Tommy: that’s why I also have an axe!

Agate: you use humor to deflect trauma.

Tommy: thank you

Agate: that’s not a good thing-

Tommy: what I’m hearing is you think I’m funny.

Agate: *accidentally Decks Tommy after he made eye contact while they were wiping off their sunglasses*

Agate: *trying to decide between saying “I’m fucking sorry” and “are you okay”

Agate: ARE YOU FUCKING SORRY

Tommy: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

Agate: calm down, violence isn’t the answer-

Tommy: you’re right.

Agate: thank you-

Tommy: violence is the question.

Agate: what.

Tommy, bolting: and the answer is yes.

Agate, running after him: NO-

Agate: heads up if you try to make a candle with food coloring the food coloring will just sink to the bottom of the glass and when the flame eventually reaches the bottom all the food coloring will catch fire and become one giant tall flame that you cannot possibly blow out and the glass will start to crack and then you’ll throw your tea on it in a panic and then the extremely hot food coloring will boil and sizzle horribly and then the glass will shatter. Please take my word on this.

Tommy: what did you do

Agate: a Mistake

((look they may be fairly rational and Done With This Bullshit but theyre also a teenage intp which implies at least a little bit of chaotic dumbassery))

Agate: this is a mistake.

Tubbo: a mistake we’re going to laugh about one day!

Agate: but not today.

Tubbo: oh no, today’s going to be a mess!

Agate: prevented a murder today

Ranboo: really? How?

Agate: Self Control

Agate: *stubs their toe* FUCK

Ranboo, covering Michael’s ears: language

Agate: oh, what am I supposed to say, “woe is I?”

Agate: you have to accept that swear words are necessary sometimes.

Agate: I am the most normal person in this group.

Ranboo: agate this morning you thought a ghost made your toast

Agate: I DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN! YOU DIDNT PUT THE BREAD IN! GHOSTBUR MIGHT HAVE PUT THE BREAD IN

Agate: I’m starting to regret getting you that blender.

Tubbo, drinking toast: why do you say that?

Agate: go away, I’m having a mid-life crisis

Ranboo: you’re 17-

Agate: and based on our track record i probably won’t even make it to 30. I’m starting late.

Tommy: *kicks down the door, panicked*

Agate: what did you do.

Tommy: NO ONE DIED

Agate: WHAT KIND OF ANSWER IS THAT

Tubbo: if you were to vacuum up jello through a metal tube, well i think that’d be a neat noise

Agate: I Beg To Differ

Tubbo: Then Beg

(there’s gonna be a part 2 bc I Have More)

#Dr: dsmp #Desired reality #agate #shifting #reality shifting #shiftblr #Drself #dr self

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