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[guiltychems]

continued from here — @assidvous .

her  steps  come  to  a  halt  before  allowing  herself  to  finally  face  him.  there's  a  biting  remark  at  the  tip  of  her  tongue,  but  how  can  she  say  it  when  charity  knows  it's  true.  all  she's  ever  been  good  at  is  walking  away.  walking  away  from  her  problems,  from  getting  to  close  to  her  and  as  much  as  she  wishes  this  could  be  different..  it  isn’t.  " and  what  do  you  want,  kellan?  a  gold  medal? "  she  sarcastically  remarks,  "  i  already  told  you  that  i  don’t  want  to  do  this  anymore.  why  can’t  you  just  let  it  go? "

[velvetpill]

                   ⊱ a nod of confirmation, then another to show that he's listening to them. jasim isn't foolish enough to expect an easy answer—beliefs, especially ones as profound as the religious type, could never be whittled down to a simple yes or no.

                   curiously, he tilts his head, ❝ it's not about belonging to a church. i mean, isn't that where people just circle jerk to their opinions and lose their money for a supposed greater good? ❞ a half-amused chuckle. ❝ always wondered about that, by the way—why would god need our filthy money? ❞

                   is it getting too deep? he doesn't actually know. he swirls his half-empty glass of overpriced whiskey, and then, ❝ i think... that my answer is the same as yours. that i don't really think i do. ❞ ⊰

" do i believe in god ? " it comes out sounding incredulous , yet billie's in silent contemplation . do they ? their head tilts to the side , chewing down on their lower lip , with wondering if they could actually answer the question - yet , as their eyes lock onto the other's , a small chuckle comes out . " to be honest , i don't really think i .. do . i mean , i haven't been to church in a long time , " words come out half jumbled , chewing down on their lower lip before sipping on their drink of the night . " is that what you think ? i mean , do you believe in god ? whoever it is . "

[withering-bloom]

Marks of devotion

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Hi guys :3 I’m so sorry for being inactive. I’ve been so swamped with work that I haven’t had any time to write, but I’ve managed to do this short Drabble fanfic (??) whatever you want to call it. I’ll be answering your asks tmr if I can. THANK YOU THOUGH I GENUINELY LOVE EVERYONE WHO REACHED OUT!!! <3333

Arlecchino x reader, kinda suggestive but not rly ??, not proof read 🙁😞

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The 10th Harbinger, ‘The Knave,’ is merely a title, but among those who serve under her, she’s earned another name—‘The Untamed Flame.’ It’s not a label she claims for herself, but one born from the fierce, unrelenting intensity she burdens, a fire that cuts through lies and masks. On the surface, Arlecchino seems cold and untouchable, every move deliberate, every word calculated. There’s a certain elegance to her, from the way she carries herself to the sharp edge in her voice, and her striking features only add to her intimidating presence.

Arlecchino is meticulous about her appearance. Every piece of her outfit is chosen with purpose, and her preference for sharp, bold aesthetics reflects her person. But among all her carefully curated accessories, it’s the scarlet hue of her lipstick that stands out the most—a crimson slash against the pale, calculated canvas of her face. You once teased her, calling it her weapon of choice. She smirked and replied, “Maybe it is. After all, power has its allure, doesn’t it?”

And oh, how she uses it.

In private, Arlecchino’s affection is rare and fierce, but undeniably possessive. When you’re alone, she takes the time to indulge her softer side—a side only you get to see. Her lips press against the skin of your chest, her kisses slow and deliberate, leaving bold red marks against your neck, your cheek, and sometimes even your lips. “Perfect,” she murmurs, pulling back to admire her handiwork. “Now everyone will know who you belong to.” Making sure the marks adorned on your skin can’t be covered up by a simple jacket or scarf.

You’d swear she does it on purpose before meetings—the faint stains placed on your body can be seen by everyone. She’s pleased with herself, reveling in the reactions of lower ranked colleagues and acquaintances who take notice of the red marks scattered across your skin. And you can’t deny the way her eyes light up with quiet satisfaction when she sees you flush and tug at your collar.

Her love for lipsticks isn’t just an indulgence; it’s a ritual. She has drawers of them, each shade meticulously organized. Her favorite? The deep crimson she knows you can’t resist. Oh how she loves to watch you struggle and whine in the early mornings before you go to work, watching you complain how cruel she is that the lipstick won’t come off of your skin no matter how hard you rub the damp towel against yourself.As compensation, every so often, she drags you along to the markets or elegant boutiques, holding up different shades to your face with an almost childlike curiosity. “What do you think of this one?” she’ll ask, as if her choice wasn’t already final, wanting your opinion nonetheless.

She pretends she’s indifferent to your approval, but the faint quirk of her lips when you compliment her choice tells you otherwise.

You’re hers, after all. And each red kiss she leaves on your skin is a reminder of that.

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Bro this is so shut I’m sorry 😞 BUT ILL TAKE YOUR SUGGESTIONS WITH MY WRITING AND TY ONCE AGAIN FOR YOUR FEEDBACK!!! :3333

[eurydicees]

tagged by @selkiecoded !! ty for the tag <3333

10 characters for 10 fandoms:

ohshc: TAMAKI TAMAKI TAMAKI. he's my special little guy. he's everything to me. i haven't posted about him in a minute but he's on my mind still. he's so special to me.

haikyuu: god. um. i have a short list of characters i could put here that is not actually a short list. but i know i have to go with oikawa. he's everything. he's so complex and also has nothing but volleyball in his head. he was intended to be a pretty boy character but he has an ambition that will tear down everything in his way. he's so biracial bisexual bipolar coded. to me.

uh. do i even like anything else. oh! pjo!!!! percyyyyyy. my beloved main character. truly one of the YA/children's lit narrators of all time.

fruits basket: kyo sohma!!! he's everything . he's so teenager with emotional regulation issues and so much trauma with a side of monstrosity complex and mommy issues. and it's perfect.

dude i'm truly running out of interests i am the most boring person alive i care about, like, three things ever. um. mcu? bucky barnes is sooooo <3333333

blue lock!! BACHIRA. he's my guy. i could wax poetics about him for years. can't believe i forgot him smh. #fake fan

trigun: vash the stampede my dear dear dear love. he's so "i ruin the things i love but god do i choose to love anyways." and it means everything to me.

atla: sokka !!! what a character.

i am truly scraping the bottom of the barrel with fandoms. i love this one but i never talk about it because im too caught up in the tamaki suoh and tooru oikawa of it all. anyways. madoka magica: homura. my roommate once told me i'm just like her for real and that make me a little insane ngl. the problem is that it's so true. i, too, would change the narrative to doom the world but simultaneously doom my love in a fruitless, desperate attempt to save her from said narrative.

oh im so stupid. where did your url come from tumblr user eurydicees. where did your fucking online NAME come from eury. anyways. hadestown: eurydice. fuckin obviously. god. im clearly so tired. love her tho.

also if u have ever tagged me in something and i didn't reply i am so sorry it's not you it's fully my lack of attention span, i probably saw and got distracted by smth else before i could reply/do the tag game. sorry. some crimes can never be forgiven but please keep tagging me in stuff anyways

[rosenallies]

ughhh i've got such a soft spot for body worship too, it just does something for me so i loved it! i would definitely love to see the roles being switched if you're ever up to writing it!

Ik my writing has been shit lately but I’ve been in a bad place mentally recently and writing a bit has been a good distraction so Ty for sending this and to others who have sent in random stuff recently I appreciate it <3333 just wanted to say that <3

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“Baby, what are you doing?” Rosé laughed, suddenly feeling lips pressed up against his bicep from where Denali was tucked underneath his arm.

Denali giggled back, kissing him there again. “What? I’m just loving on you.”

Craning his neck, Rosé looked down at him, an amused look on his face. “You’re loving on me by kissing my arm?”

“Mm I love your arms,” Denali said, shifting so he was sat on Rosé’s lap straddling him, “they’re so strong and sexy.”

“What’s gotten into you, hmm? Was this morning not enough for you? So insatiable.”

“No,” Denali rolled his eyes, “maybe I just wanna make you feel good. You focused on me all morning and took such good care of me all day that I think you deserve something nice, daddy.”

“Oh yeah? What is it you wanna do, baby?”

Denali squeezed his bicep, batting his eyes. “Can I just show you how sexy you are to me?”

Rosé smiled softly, the dim lights hiding his blush. “Is that what you want to do, baby? I haven’t really been working out as much and-“

Tugging on his shirt, Denali shook his head. “Shut up, you’re hot, no matter what. Perfect some might say, I know I would. Now take your shirt off and lay down for me.”

Slightly taken aback by his sudden dominance, Rosé did as he was told, tossing his shirt somewhere across the room. “Alright, I’m all yours, baby.”

“Good,” Denali smirked, straddling his waist, running his manicured hands up and down his partner’s arms. “I love your arms.”

“I know you already said that, baby,” Rosé chuckled, though delighting in the attention Denali was giving him, stroking his biceps and placing a string of kisses along the words inked into his skin.

“Daddy, just let me-“

“Okay, okay, baby,” he relented, a shuddering breath leaving his lips when Denali turned his attention to his chest, tracing the tip of his acrylic nail over the defined muscles.

“Your chest is so sexy too, I love laying on it.”

Denali peppered kisses across his chest, leaving behind smudges of his sparkly lip gloss. “Love you so much, daddy,” he whispered into Rosé’s skin.

“I love you too, baby boy, come here,” he replied, motioning for Denali to come up and kiss him, but he shook his head.

Slinking down his body, Denali drummed his fingers against Rosé’s toned stomach then tracing a tiny heart on his hipbone. He looked up at Rosé through his lashes as he licked over the planes of his stomach, reveling in the way the muscles underneath tightened. He continued his journey until he got to the waistband of his sweatpants, already low on his hips.

“You want these off, baby?” Rosé rasped, trying to shimmy them off before Denali stopped him.

Denali giggled and crawled back up so he could give Rosé a proper kiss. “You know sometimes you spend hours kissing me all over like that and you never fuck me or touch me like that until you’re all done. So who says I’m done after only a short while? Hmm, daddy?”

“Such a brat,” Rosé teased, bucking his hips so Denali could feel his hard on press into him. Denali sucked in a breath but remained strong.

“But I’m your brat, daddy, and besides I want to have a little more fun.”

Denali winked at him, kissing his shoulder and returning to his previous position, licking and kissing up Rosé’s sides, a mischievous gleam in his eyes.

[sugurugetofavoritemonkey]

Sick (Zeke Yeager x Reader)

✵ Pairing : Zeke Yeager x Female Reader (use of she/her pronouns)

✵ Summary : Basically, you get sick and your bf Zeke is here to help you get better.

✵ Word count : 1k. 

✵ Warnings : Fluff

✵ Note : I don’t know if it’s good but there’s barely fluff for Zeke here so I’ve had to make some for him cuz maybe I luv him a little.

@erencore​ inspired me for the “doll face” pet name cuz it suits him so well so ty <3

ENJOYY!! <3333

Headache

Dripping nose

Coldness

These were all the symptoms that were bothering you right now. You were feeling like death. No. Even worse. You were feeling far worse than this. 

However, your attentive boyfriend had warned you yesterday. 

The day before was cold, freezing almost. Rain poured on every surface of your skin. Wetting not only what little clothes you wore, you were entirely soaking wet. Your face covered in a heavy layer of water, cascading between the valley of your breasts and onto your tummy. 

The day had just started, you were walking to Zeke’s car when the rain started to come down. The more the minutes passed and the more rain arrived. 

You were waiting for Zeke to come and open the car for both of you to get in. 

When he arrived, dressed with his big boots and a warm long coat, he immediately declared “You should really put a bigger coat on you, doll face, they announced that much rain for the entire day”. 

 But he already knew what you would answer, he knew oh too well, how much of a stubborn brat you could be. “No, don’t need one, I’m sure the rain will stop and we won’t be under it far too long anyway, don’t worry Zeke”, you shot him a smile. 

And how you were wrong, and deep down, you knew it from the beginning. But you wanted to be right, and as always you weren’t. 

You were currently in your shared bed, the sheets up your nose to bring warmth to your glacial body, legs brought back to your belly, arms around them. 

Even with the heater on, besides your bed, it seems as the warmth wouldnt get to your body. Your sneezes were getting louder and more were coming out of your mouth the more time passed. 

You were starting to regret not listening to him. 

As the thought crossed your mind, the said man opened the door to enter the bedroom, curious to know if you had finally woken up. 

“How are you sleepyhead?”

You let your head peak a little from under the sheets, opening your heavy lidded eyes to look at him in pain. “In your opinion? Obviously, bad”, you let out with a puff, putting the sheets back on your head. 

“Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you then”, he says with a mocking tone. 

“Zeke you’re being mean... you were right, happy now?”

He doesn’t reply back but you can perfectly see his perfect smug smile even with your eyes half closed. 

“I’m going to fetch you some medicine, soup, tissues and water”, he keeps on, “where is it?”, whispering to himself, “ah and here is your favorite plushie while I’m preparing all of that, here, doll face”, he hands it to you and you can’t help but crack a smile at the little affectionate gesture. Even though Zeke can be a little bastard at times, he never fails to take care of you. 

While he is away, for barely a few minutes, your eyes start to close again, taken away by the urge to get some more sleep. As you sense yourself drift off, the door opens again with Zeke’s arms full of stuff. 

He lay everything on the mattress, firstly taking in his hands the meds. And you look at him with disgust, knowing perfectly the taste of these horrible things. 

As he senses your discomfort very well, he voices to you, “Don’t start giving me puppy eyes, you’re sick, so you have to listen to me today, are we clear baby?” 

You huff, you really didn’t want to take these, but seeing Zeke taking his time to make you feel better, prevents you from being annoying with him. You nod as a yes and he can’t be more happy that, for once, you listen to him. 

“Open up”, he announces softly, and when you do, he puts the meds in your mouth, then gives you some water to help you swallow it. 

“Here you go, don’t you think it’s better when you try to be a good girl for me huh?”

“I’m gonna slap your arrogant glasses off your nose if you don’t shut your mouth Zeke.”

He can’t help but let out a loud laugh as he takes in his hands the bowl of soup. 

“Okay, okay, I’ll stop. Here, open but careful it’s maybe too warm.”

In all honesty, you didn’t like soup that much but, again, seeing your boyfriend taking care of you at this moment, was very pleasant. You comply and let him help you eat the soup, all of it, and you can’t deny the fact that it helps your body to get warmer. 

During the time that you were starting to space out again, Zeke had cleaned all the bed from the meds and soup, leaving the water on your bedside table. 

He was back before you could even point out his absence.

“Hey, would you give me room to lay behind you, sleepyhead?”

“But…you will get sick, if you come too near me…”

“Doesn’t matter, come on raise your back a little, or I might change my mind you know..”, and here was the cockiness again. 

You comply, raising a little so he can place you between his legs, your back to his chest and his strong arms around you, bringing so much needed warmth and comfort. 

“Better?”

“Better”, you reply. 

While Zeke pats your head camly to helps you rest, your eyes starts to wander on your bedside table, where, close to your bottle of water, is placed his cigarettes, and it’s just now that you realise that commonly, Zeke would always be smoking at this time of the day, but seeing the state you were in, he prefered not to disturb you with the smoke, even though you had already get used to. 

“Thank you for everything Zeke”, and as a reply, he gives a few pecks to your neck, helping you to fall even quicker into Morpheus’s arms.

[evisconti]

I love your portrayal, I love having you on my dash. Ercole makes me laugh with the anons and you got him down to perfection! <3

beep beep howz my portrayal ?

WAHHH ! THANK YOU !!!  I FORGOT TO REPLY TO THIS SOONER BUT THANK YOU !!!!! ...... it’s so nice to know some1 thinks i got him down.... i get very nervouos about my portrayal <3333 ilysm..... ty for dealing with my dumbass HEHLPENHGD

[darlingpwease]

I literally forgot it LMAOOO

I completely spaced it on him speaking normally sometimes, I was so used to him not due to his curse that I forgot that he actually could

I've always had this thing where I want my works to be very accurate. Be it with the characters I use, the era it's set in, the objects around scenes, idk why but I want it to be accurate. That is definitely the main reason why I leave a ton of works and ideas unfinished lmao– ik that even if someone were to read my works, they won't pay attention to the small details, but if I can connect certains scenes earlier to ones in the future, or make a connection with the surroundings with the characters, I'll do my best to do it lol

It's also probably because of this, that I thought you'd pay attention to the Toge bit, but ig not /pos /srs /ty for not pointing it out even tho I outed myself lol

Don't apologize, darling!!! It's all okay, we all got things offline, so I don't except replies right away/within a few hours. I'm just happy when they get replied to, regardless of when that is <333 /pos /gen

-panna cotta

the problem is that we know that as a child he had no control over his ability and refused to speak with words other than ingredients for onigiri (or fish, as it was in the manga about yuuta, if I'm not mistaken?), since these words do not make sense and even when using the technique can not cause harm.

if I'm not mistaken, in japanese these ingredients are relatively similar to real words, so he speaks with words that are similar to the real ones, but at the same time have no influence, since these are still words to describe the ingredients.

we cannot deny that as he grew up, Toge could learn to control his ability and not use it accidentally and partially abandon the ingredients, just so that it would fit our work, my my <3

oh, I understand, dear. it has never been too extreme for me, but I used to be very pedantic in this matter too... but then I just started putting it off, because although it's important to observe such things, I'm just saying that it's historically incorrect or that I'm just taking the scenery and moving on.

fun is higher than truthfulness; this is not a historical summary, so I make all the necessary warnings and do my business </3 I'm more into porn than feelings so it works great for me /hj

that's very cute!!! I also leave small details here and there, but usually they are limited to one fic <3333

although we write together, we write in parallel, so it is natural that we differ and write about different things, even if there is one concept. therefore, it is natural that toge I am writing about and toge you are writing about are different and constantly show new differences as we write — this is part of the development; there's nothing wrong with that <3

we may differ in all things, but as long as we write about one thing, you and I are perfect <3333

I love any of your interpretations, even random ones and "I forgot" <3 you're always beautiful /gen

AHHHHHHHH you're too good for me lovely,,,,,, /pos /srs

I'm so sorry to leave you waiting, even if I know that nothing is expected of me anymore; but I spend so much time to come up with, translate into english, make it more readable¹ and then write that I feel so slow </3 /gen

¹ and still constantly make mistakes and typos, but no one sees them, okay!!!

[miachi-chan]

The Other Man//Hanbin Scenario (Part Four)

HOORAH!!! I finally finished Part 4! I was finally able to finish this because of fall break, thank God. So. This was supposedly the last part, but I’m splitting it again because it’s too long and I can’t fit the ending without it going over 2,000 words, so. The next one for sure is the last part. Thanks for being patient!! I’m so so sorry this took a while TT0TT I’m in nursing school and i’m super busy trying to un-bury myself from all this school work piling up on me, and trying to keep my sanity together. And I have to apologize again because part 5(the last one) will take a while to finish too. I hope you can continue to be patient for it. It would mean a lot to me. I’ve been so inactive for the past several days, it might continue for a while until the semester ends. 

Anyway without further ado, enjoy!!! And I’m sorry for any mistakes! <3333

Words: 1,395 / ~6,000

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

Filming their second survival program pretty much occupied all of Hanbin’s time. He and the girl had promised that they would text each other at least once a day. He thought that he could at least do that much, and it worked out at first. He texted her every morning, and she would text him sometime during the day. Maybe even more than once, cheering him on with some motivational words and cute emojis that would lift up his spirits in no time.

But when he found out that he had to go through another survival competition, Show Me The Money 3, at the same time, he didn’t realize that all of it would occupy his mind to the point that he would forget about their promise. 

That time he went through was hell. Not only did he have six lives to worry about, but three more were added onto the pile. Not to mention, he had to live up to his CEO’s expectations and fight against the discrimination of being an idol rapper, or else he had to pack up his bags and leave the company.

Hanbin would only be reminded of her when he would see her text messages on his phone when he finally remembered that he owned one. Sometimes she would just pop into his head randomly, him thinking about how he missed her so much, only to realize how it had been a couple or maybe three days since he had texted her.

He felt guilty to her. And unconsciously, it was weighing down on him on top of all the things that he already had on his plate. But she would brush his apologies aside and tell him that there was no need because she completely understood. 

“How could I be upset with you, Hanbin? I don’t want to stress you out more than you already are. You are going through a lot right now. And what I should be doing is cheering you on and supporting you, don’t you think?”

Hanbin loved how understanding and patient she was. He didn’t think he would ever meet another girl like her who would understand how important this, his dream, was to him. She was perfect for him, he thought.

But fate didn’t believe so. At least, at first it did. But not anymore. 

They met like it was destined. Two people brought together by the red strings of fate. It was undeniable how many times they crossed each other. At first, Hanbin believed that once was by chance. Twice, just a mere coincidence. But three times? He was sure that fate was in order. 

But now it was cruelly pulling them apart after how they had greatly impacted each other’s lives. All the memories shared. All the moments together. 

In about a month, he and the rest of the trainees were given a day’s rest, and of course, Hanbin made a point to spend a few hours with her after the long period of not being able to see her. 

When he showed up at her door unannounced, the girl was filled with great surprise that brought her to tears. He was flustered at her odd reaction, but she reassured him saying that she was fine and that they were tears of happiness, which made his heart squeeze in his chest.

“It’s just… I didn’t think I would see you for a few months, and I prepared myself for that. I was doing just fine. I don’t know why I’m suddenly tearing up…”

She looked up at him with smudged tears all over her cheeks and gave him the brightest smile that he had ever seen from her since they were together. A thought audaciously entered his mind, Had she finally come to love him?

The girl took his hands in her small ones, and bashfully continued with a small smile,

“I guess I missed you even more than I thought…”

Hanbin couldn’t contain himself any longer. He abruptly pulled her into him and kissed her roughly. They only stopped when they were both out of air but Hanbin kissed her again, a little more gently, before hugging her against his chest.

He heard himself saying I love you. Nothing new there. He has told her he loved her several times already, and she would always just respond with a warm smile or a quick, I know. 

But not that time. And he was absolutely astounded when he heard her mumble a quiet, I love you too, in reply. 

He remembered how a strong surge of emotion overwhelmed him when her words touched his ears, and how a smile irresistibly stretched across his lips, fighting against the resistance to stay in place. Even now, his heart swelled at the memory.

They stood in her entryway for a while, enveloped tightly in each other’s arms. When they were both brave enough to let go, they headed for her couch and clung to each other as they talked about everything, every event that happened during their period of separation, while Hanbin caressed her skin absently and stroked her soft hair.

Hanbin limited himself to staying with her for only a few hours. It took him a great deal of strength to pull himself away from her, but he pushed himself to use the remaining time to catch up with all the work that needed to be done. She argued with him to use it on sleep instead, after all it was their rest day. But Hanbin knew that he couldn’t rest until they made it through this hell, and she understood him.

The girl gave in and didn’t push any further, so she walked him to the front door to send him goodbye. Hanbin was in the middle of tying this shoelaces when her doorbell rang. He watched as she opened the door, a friendly smile in place ready to greet the visitor that faded as soon as she saw who was standing on the other side. She stood there frozen in place, her hand still gripping the doorknob midturn with her eyes widened in complete shock. 

A man’s voice called her name softly from the outside which immediately snapped her out of her trance. A look of misery replaced the evident shock on her face as she scrambled hurriedly to shut the door, only to be stopped by a hand that caught it and pushed it back open. The voice pleaded,

“I just want to talk.”

Hanbin at that point had shot up from his seat and immediately rushed to her side to wrap his arms around her protectively. Her small hands grasped the sleeve of his sweater so tightly, and her head buried itself in the crook of his arm. He had never seen her so vulnerable, so small, so fragile, ever, since the day she met her. He thought the he once did, during the time he asked her to be with him and how tears had poured out of her eyes. But this time, it was completely different.

As soon as his eyes laid on her unwanted guest, his heart dropped and sank deeply to the bottom of his stomach.

It was the other man. 

There was no doubt. Ever since he accidentally came across the chest filled with pictures of him and the girl, an image of his face stayed vivid in his mind hauntingly. 

Hanbin probably knew deep down that things were going to go downhill from that moment. He realized now that at that moment, the moment she told him I love you, the happiest that he had ever felt during this time of uncertainty, they had reached the climax of their love story. And after reaching the peak of the hill, the only way left was down, into the end of the story. The end of their story.

The man was surprised when he saw Hanbin at first, a look of hurt passing over his face as he saw how Hanbin had wrapped his arms securely around the girl, and how the girl clung onto him tightly as if to disappear into him. His hand holding the door dropped to his side, and he took a step backward. 

But then his features suddenly turned solemn, and he declared softly,

“I just came to tell you that I want you to come back to me.” 

I hope this part was enough. I honestly feel like it wasn’t, but I really wanted to get this out already because it’s been so long. I’ll try to finish the last part as fast as I can!

[softjiminstan]

i'm sooooooo late i'm sorry, real life took over lmao! anyway, ohhh boi if i started rambling about them i will never shut up 😭 plus idw give myself away fdkgjlk. but anyways ok i got into them as an official fangirl around spring day earlier this year, i can't believe 2017 is almost over i still feel like i'm a brand new stan. my bias is tae but lately my sis exposed my ass saying you ain't a tae stan anymore stop lying to urself u bias hoseok, she wasn't lying 😭😭 so i accepted my fate 1/1

and decided to double bias lmao. my bias wrecker whome i hate bc he makes my life so much harder is namjoon. SAME my fave era is def hyyh in terms of everything honestly. concepts, songs, aesthetics, looks, all of it. and i can’t seem to choose a fave album outta the 3. but i also cherish wings so damn much everything about that era is iconic and the tour coming to an end is making me so emotional these days my eyes can’t take a break and be dry for one sec like i need to chill 😭😭😭 2/3

ok that’s enough out of me, let’s make this a little harder than it needs to be jkfglksdgh. ok top 5 bts songs (has to be in order i have to know ur #1 *snickers evilly*). since i was absent for a while here’s some extra love, brightness and good vibes your way

omg you’re so cute, ty for all of these asks and i’m sorry for replying so late, i’ve been a bit unwell these past few days. jsfdlkjsfdlk your sis is so funny omg aww you’re a new fan that’s cute, what made you check out bts and spring day? wow i feel you so much rn hyyh is such a perfect era that personally i can’t see anything topping it but who knows about the future right! yeah wings is another really great era, it holds a special place for me bc i got to go to the wings concert and see bts live for the first time. also i think in fansigns and interviews the members looked really happy and there were some really great moments from that era. 

fldskjflskjd sameeee like when you look back on all of the things bts has done it’s hard not to tear up. ahhhhhhh my cute ss you’re really making this hard lol okay here we go (#5) cypher pt 4 (#4) tomorrow (#3) serendipity (#2) outro: love is not over (putting #1 under the cut MUAHAHAAHAHA)

(#1) dead leaves yeah i think that’s my order. okay since you asked me such a hard question it’s only fair you tell me your top 5 in order too!! also do you like any other groups aside from bts? and did you hear about the collab between namjoon and fall out boy this is like every emo bts fan’s dream come true

you’re so sweet thank you so much cutie! i hope you’re staying warm too, drink and eat lots, also don’t forget to play in the snow!! ily