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[honeytae]

i said i love you first series masterlist

the i said i love you first series, coming soon, inspired by the tracks from selena gomez and benny blanco's album.

(a series of an evolving love story between two besties bc i’m a sucker for the f2l trope)

friday, april 4:

call me when you break up angst, fluff

‘i’m emotionally bankrupt

we're so meant for each other

i mean, god, when will you wake up?’

friday, april 11:

sunset blvd suggestive, fluff

‘woman of few words

but for you, i'd keep my mouth wide open

prayin' and hopin' that you'll quench my thirst’

friday, april 18:

cowboy mature content, mdni

‘put your hands on me

ride it like a cowboy, run you out of town, boy’

friday, april 25:

how does it feel to be forgotten fluff, comfort

‘he loves me, i love him

look at you, just look at you now’

[hobipowers]

x

[taehyung-bw]

📸 thv

[honeytae]

someone convince me to unfollow my ex bestie on social media because i’m over here wallowing in the aftermath and she’s clubbing on a thursday

[honeytae]

drift - myg

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 700+

warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way you’re thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!

a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.

of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.
it’s not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.
just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.

it’s a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone who’s still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.

maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises you’d made when you were younger.

beneath the ache is a deeper, older fear—one that whispers you’ll always be the one left behind, like before. that you’re somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.

your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.

you don’t move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.

you turn to meet yoongi’s soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know it’s a weak attempt.

he doesn’t bother asking how you are—he knows you’ll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.

besides, he’s learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counter—because even that couldn’t comfort you today.

“do you want to talk about it?”

you don’t answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.

his eyebrows knit as he takes in what’s on the screen—the last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:

“we’re just not the same people anymore. i think it’s time to move on.”

his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.

pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.

your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.

“i don’t even get why i’m this upset… i mean, there’s been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but… but what if i could’ve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasn’t paying enough attention.”

yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“hey,” he says softly, “don’t let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. that’s more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. it’s not about you not being enough.”

you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“but what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?” your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.

“you’re being way too hard on yourself right now,” yoongi says, voice steady and sure. “you weren’t quiet. you were there. and if someone doesn’t meet you halfway, that’s on them.”

you’re silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongi’s best qualities—the way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.

you stay wrapped in yoongi’s arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.
there’s a dull ache where something used to live, and it’ll take time to stop reaching for it.

but in this moment—in his warmth, in his quiet steadiness—you start to believe maybe it’s okay to let go.


maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.


[honeytae]

drift - myg

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 700+

warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way you’re thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!

a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.

of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.
it’s not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.
just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.

it’s a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone who’s still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.

maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises you’d made when you were younger.

beneath the ache is a deeper, older fear—one that whispers you’ll always be the one left behind, like before. that you’re somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.

your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.

you don’t move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.

you turn to meet yoongi’s soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know it’s a weak attempt.

he doesn’t bother asking how you are—he knows you’ll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.

besides, he’s learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counter—because even that couldn’t comfort you today.

“do you want to talk about it?”

you don’t answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.

his eyebrows knit as he takes in what’s on the screen—the last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:

“we’re just not the same people anymore. i think it’s time to move on.”

his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.

pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.

your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.

“i don’t even get why i’m this upset… i mean, there’s been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but… but what if i could’ve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasn’t paying enough attention.”

yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“hey,” he says softly, “don’t let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. that’s more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. it’s not about you not being enough.”

you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“but what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?” your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.

“you’re being way too hard on yourself right now,” yoongi says, voice steady and sure. “you weren’t quiet. you were there. and if someone doesn’t meet you halfway, that’s on them.”

you’re silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongi’s best qualities—the way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.

you stay wrapped in yoongi’s arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.
there’s a dull ache where something used to live, and it’ll take time to stop reaching for it.

but in this moment—in his warmth, in his quiet steadiness—you start to believe maybe it’s okay to let go.


maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.


[honeytae]

tumblr is glitching so i think my yoongi blurb uploaded twice. enjoy lol

[honeytae]

drift - myg

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 700+

warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way you’re thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!

a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.

of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.
it’s not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.
just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.

it’s a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone who’s still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.

maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises you’d made when you were younger.

beneath the ache is a deeper, older fear—one that whispers you’ll always be the one left behind, like before. that you’re somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.

your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.

you don’t move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.

you turn to meet yoongi’s soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know it’s a weak attempt.

he doesn’t bother asking how you are—he knows you’ll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.

besides, he’s learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counter—because even that couldn’t comfort you today.

“do you want to talk about it?”

you don’t answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.

his eyebrows knit as he takes in what’s on the screen—the last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:

“we’re just not the same people anymore. i think it’s time to move on.”

his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.

pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.

your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.

“i don’t even get why i’m this upset… i mean, there’s been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but… but what if i could’ve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasn’t paying enough attention.”

yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“hey,” he says softly, “don’t let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. that’s more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. it’s not about you not being enough.”

you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“but what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?” your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.

“you’re being way too hard on yourself right now,” yoongi says, voice steady and sure. “you weren’t quiet. you were there. and if someone doesn’t meet you halfway, that’s on them.”

you’re silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongi’s best qualities—the way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.

you stay wrapped in yoongi’s arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.
there’s a dull ache where something used to live, and it’ll take time to stop reaching for it.

but in this moment—in his warmth, in his quiet steadiness—you start to believe maybe it’s okay to let go.


maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.


[honeytae]

drift - myg

genre: angst, comfort

word count: 700+

warnings: reader is going through a breakup (not in the way you’re thinking though), brief descriptions of depression symptoms, reader has abandonment issues that rear their ugly heads, yoongi is the sweetest ofc but this also may just be a garbled mess bc my brain is one rn!

a/n: author is going through a brutal friendship breakup so this is 1000% self-projection, but hopefully someone can find some comfort in it as well.

of all the heartbreak life has handed you, this one is the hardest to rectify.
it’s not exactly a breakup. not a loss in the usual sense.
just the slow, quiet unraveling of a friendship you thought would last forever.

it’s a grief no one prepares you for; mourning someone who’s still here, still breathing, just no longer yours.

maybe you were naive to think you'd never lose them. or maybe you just really believed in the promises you’d made when you were younger.

beneath the ache is a deeper, older fear—one that whispers you’ll always be the one left behind, like before. that you’re somehow unlovable, destined to be abandoned.

your thoughts are so loud, so consuming, that you completely miss the sound of the door unlocking.

you don’t move from your spot, bent over the kitchen counter with your chin in your hand. not until the quiet clatter of keys against the marble snaps you back to the present.

you turn to meet yoongi’s soft eyes and manage a small smile, though you already know it’s a weak attempt.

he doesn’t bother asking how you are—he knows you’ll just deflect, make a joke to ease the tension.

besides, he’s learned your signs: your shoes, usually lined up perfectly, are now messily strewn across the foyer; your plant wilting on the windowsill, thirsty and forgotten; the cup of tea abandoned on the counter—because even that couldn’t comfort you today.

“do you want to talk about it?”

you don’t answer. the lump in your throat is too painful. instead, you pull your phone from your pocket and silently slide it into his hand.

his eyebrows knit as he takes in what’s on the screen—the last message from your friend displayed in a morbid shade of gray:

“we’re just not the same people anymore. i think it’s time to move on.”

his eyes snap to you the moment he hears your choked cry. he drops the phone somewhere on the counter and pulls you into his warm chest.

pressing his face against yours, his frown catches the hot tears slipping from your eyes, and he exhales your name softly.

your voice trembles when you speak, making you internally cringe at yourself.

“i don’t even get why i’m this upset… i mean, there’s been so much distance. i guess i knew something was wrong, but… but what if i could’ve done something different? what if i missed all the signs? maybe i just wasn’t paying enough attention.”

yoongi pulls back just enough to meet your reddened eyes, gently swiping his thumb over your cheek.

“hey,” he says softly, “don’t let your mind go there. you did what you could. you cared. that’s more than enough. people drift apart sometimes. it’s not about you not being enough.”

you sniffle quietly, shutting your eyes as yoongi leans forward, resting his forehead against yours.

“but what if i was too quiet and let it slip away?” your voice barely a whisper, bottom lip trembling.

“you’re being way too hard on yourself right now,” yoongi says, voice steady and sure. “you weren’t quiet. you were there. and if someone doesn’t meet you halfway, that’s on them.”

you’re silent, letting his words sink in. this is one of yoongi’s best qualities—the way he sees through your spirals and grounds you before they take over.

you stay wrapped in yoongi’s arms a while longer, not needing to say anything.
there’s a dull ache where something used to live, and it’ll take time to stop reaching for it.

but in this moment—in his warmth, in his quiet steadiness—you start to believe maybe it’s okay to let go.


maybe not everything broken has to be fixed.


[jung-koook]

250701 - bts' live thumbnail on weverse

[hobipowers]

It should be a crime just to look that fine Girl, if you single, let me make you mine

[hobipowers]

j-hope ‘Killin’ It Girl (Solo Version)’ Dance Practice

[94erz]

[namchyoon]

family 💜

[honeytae]

synopsis: you never thought love could be so easy — until taehyung. six months into your relationship, you feel worlds away from the past version of yourself.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst (but not really)

word count: 900+

warnings: discussions of a past toxic relationship, unwanted contact from said toxic ex, hints of jealous/protective bf taehyung, they’re so in love, we’re ending this series short and sweet!!!

you curl up on the couch, legs drawn beneath you, your body naturally gravitating toward taehyung’s side.

the last rays of the setting sun spill through the large windows, coating everything in a soft golden hue. the light glows against his skin, casting shadows over the angles of his face, and for a second, you just stare. he looks like a painting—timeless, beautiful, yours.

you rest your head on his shoulder, and he welcomes the weight without a word, adjusting slightly so you’re tucked in closer. his arm wraps around you effortlessly, his fingers trailing through your hair in slow, affectionate strokes.

each touch draws you deeper into that safe, familiar space only he can create. your shoulders loosen, and you let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

“you’re quiet today,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum near your ear. “everything okay, baby?”

you smile, eyes fluttering closed. “yeah. just… being here with you. it feels good.”

his fingers pause in your hair for a moment before he leans in, pressing a kiss just above your temple. “i agree,” he murmurs, “you’re my favorite place.”

the words settle in your chest like a warm drink. you chuckle softly, turning your face into his shoulder. “you always say things like that. sweet and completely unfair.”

“unfair?” he repeats, amused. “you’re the one who looks at me like that and expects me to function normally.”

you lift your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “like what?”

“like i’m the best thing since sliced bread,” he grins.

“you are,” you shrug. “i didn’t even know i could feel this way until you.”

there’s a pause between you—quiet, thick with meaning. he swallows like your words went straight to his chest.

he leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “me too. and that scares me, sometimes,” he admits in a whisper.

your brows draw together. “why?”

“because i want to keep you this happy forever,” he says. “and i’m scared of what i’d do if i couldn’t.”

you soften, lifting your hand to his cheek. “then don’t worry. you do. every single day.”

he smiles then, slow and full of something deeper than joy—devotion. “okay. good. because i love you, and i want to spend a long, long time loving you.”

your eyes sting at the edges, but you blink it away, laughing gently. “you’re such a sap.”

“for you? absolutely.”

you nestle against him again, content and whole. but as your body relaxes, your mind wanders—just a little, just long enough to cast a brief shadow over the golden light.

you think about the past. about the man who used to hold this spot in your life. about how he used to make you feel small with smiles that didn’t reach his eyes and apologies that always came too late.

“you know,” you say quietly, “i used to think love meant always being on edge. like if i didn’t give everything, i’d lose everything.”

taehyung doesn’t speak immediately, but his arm tightens around you.

“he made you feel like that?” he finally asks, his voice low and unreadable.

you nod. “i never knew which version of him i was going to get. the sweet one with the promises or the one who disappeared when things got hard.”

“he didn’t deserve you.”

“no,” you agree. “he didn’t. but for a long time, i thought i didn’t deserve better.”

taehyung pulls back enough to see your face, his fingers gently tilting your chin so you meet his eyes. “don’t ever say that again.”

you nod. “i know better now.”

he studies you for a long beat before whispering, “i wish i could go back and pull you out of that. show you what real love looks like.”

you smile. “but you already did.”

just then, your phone buzzes on the table beside you. you don’t even have to look. you already know.

with a resigned breath, you reach over, glance at the screen—your ex, again—and swipe the notification away. you toss the device across the sofa with no emotion. no second thought.

“was that him?” taehyung asks softly.

“yeah,” you say, placing the phone face-down. “another ‘hey’ like nothing happened.”

taehyung is quiet, but you can feel the shift in his energy. his jaw tightens. his hand stills on your back.

“he’s never going to get the version of you that i get,” he says firmly. “the one who laughs with her whole body. who talks with her hands when she’s excited. who believes in love again.”

you look up at him, tears stinging your eyes again—but these, too, are happy. “i didn’t think i’d ever be that girl again.”

“you always were,” he says, brushing his thumb under your eye. “you just needed someone who didn’t make you doubt it.”

you wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest. “i kind of hope he sees it now. everything he lost.”

“oh, he sees it,” taehyung says with a small smirk. “guys like him always do. right when it’s too late.”

you let out a laugh, muffled against his shirt. “petty.”

“it’s true,” he shrugs.

you tilt your head up. “you know what the best part is?”

“what?”

“i don’t care what he thinks. not anymore. he’s just… noise.”

taehyung grins and kisses your forehead again. “you’ve come a long way.”

“and you’re my peace,” you murmur, eyes closing.

he holds you tighter, his voice soft and steady. “then i’m never letting go.”

a/n: thank you all who read this series <3 i so enjoyed writing it and i hope this short and sweet conclusion wrapped it up nicely. i love this couple soooo much and hope you do too! as always, let me know any feedback you may have!

[honeytae]

synopsis: you never thought love could be so easy — until taehyung. six months into your relationship, you feel worlds away from the past version of yourself.

pairing: taehyung x reader

genre: fluff, tiny bit of angst (but not really)

word count: 900+

warnings: discussions of a past toxic relationship, unwanted contact from said toxic ex, hints of jealous/protective bf taehyung, they’re so in love, we’re ending this series short and sweet!!!

you curl up on the couch, legs drawn beneath you, your body naturally gravitating toward taehyung’s side.

the last rays of the setting sun spill through the large windows, coating everything in a soft golden hue. the light glows against his skin, casting shadows over the angles of his face, and for a second, you just stare. he looks like a painting—timeless, beautiful, yours.

you rest your head on his shoulder, and he welcomes the weight without a word, adjusting slightly so you’re tucked in closer. his arm wraps around you effortlessly, his fingers trailing through your hair in slow, affectionate strokes.

each touch draws you deeper into that safe, familiar space only he can create. your shoulders loosen, and you let out a soft, almost imperceptible sigh.

“you’re quiet today,” he murmurs, his voice a low hum near your ear. “everything okay, baby?”

you smile, eyes fluttering closed. “yeah. just… being here with you. it feels good.”

his fingers pause in your hair for a moment before he leans in, pressing a kiss just above your temple. “i agree,” he murmurs, “you’re my favorite place.”

the words settle in your chest like a warm drink. you chuckle softly, turning your face into his shoulder. “you always say things like that. sweet and completely unfair.”

“unfair?” he repeats, amused. “you’re the one who looks at me like that and expects me to function normally.”

you lift your head slightly, meeting his gaze. “like what?”

“like i’m the best thing since sliced bread,” he grins.

“you are,” you shrug. “i didn’t even know i could feel this way until you.”

there’s a pause between you—quiet, thick with meaning. he swallows like your words went straight to his chest.

he leans closer, resting his forehead against yours. “me too. and that scares me, sometimes,” he admits in a whisper.

your brows draw together. “why?”

“because i want to keep you this happy forever,” he says. “and i’m scared of what i’d do if i couldn’t.”

you soften, lifting your hand to his cheek. “then don’t worry. you do. every single day.”

he smiles then, slow and full of something deeper than joy—devotion. “okay. good. because i love you, and i want to spend a long, long time loving you.”

your eyes sting at the edges, but you blink it away, laughing gently. “you’re such a sap.”

“for you? absolutely.”

you nestle against him again, content and whole. but as your body relaxes, your mind wanders—just a little, just long enough to cast a brief shadow over the golden light.

you think about the past. about the man who used to hold this spot in your life. about how he used to make you feel small with smiles that didn’t reach his eyes and apologies that always came too late.

“you know,” you say quietly, “i used to think love meant always being on edge. like if i didn’t give everything, i’d lose everything.”

taehyung doesn’t speak immediately, but his arm tightens around you.

“he made you feel like that?” he finally asks, his voice low and unreadable.

you nod. “i never knew which version of him i was going to get. the sweet one with the promises or the one who disappeared when things got hard.”

“he didn’t deserve you.”

“no,” you agree. “he didn’t. but for a long time, i thought i didn’t deserve better.”

taehyung pulls back enough to see your face, his fingers gently tilting your chin so you meet his eyes. “don’t ever say that again.”

you nod. “i know better now.”

he studies you for a long beat before whispering, “i wish i could go back and pull you out of that. show you what real love looks like.”

you smile. “but you already did.”

just then, your phone buzzes on the table beside you. you don’t even have to look. you already know.

with a resigned breath, you reach over, glance at the screen—your ex, again—and swipe the notification away. you toss the device across the sofa with no emotion. no second thought.

“was that him?” taehyung asks softly.

“yeah,” you say, placing the phone face-down. “another ‘hey’ like nothing happened.”

taehyung is quiet, but you can feel the shift in his energy. his jaw tightens. his hand stills on your back.

“he’s never going to get the version of you that i get,” he says firmly. “the one who laughs with her whole body. who talks with her hands when she’s excited. who believes in love again.”

you look up at him, tears stinging your eyes again—but these, too, are happy. “i didn’t think i’d ever be that girl again.”

“you always were,” he says, brushing his thumb under your eye. “you just needed someone who didn’t make you doubt it.”

you wrap your arms around his middle, burying your face into his chest. “i kind of hope he sees it now. everything he lost.”

“oh, he sees it,” taehyung says with a small smirk. “guys like him always do. right when it’s too late.”

you let out a laugh, muffled against his shirt. “petty.”

“it’s true,” he shrugs.

you tilt your head up. “you know what the best part is?”

“what?”

“i don’t care what he thinks. not anymore. he’s just… noise.”

taehyung grins and kisses your forehead again. “you’ve come a long way.”

“and you’re my peace,” you murmur, eyes closing.

he holds you tighter, his voice soft and steady. “then i’m never letting go.”

a/n: thank you all who read this series <3 i so enjoyed writing it and i hope this short and sweet conclusion wrapped it up nicely. i love this couple soooo much and hope you do too! as always, let me know any feedback you may have!

[honeytae]

i said i love you first series masterlist

the i said i love you first series, coming soon, inspired by the tracks from selena gomez and benny blanco's album.

(a series of an evolving love story between two besties bc i’m a sucker for the f2l trope)

friday, april 4:

call me when you break up angst, fluff

‘i’m emotionally bankrupt

we're so meant for each other

i mean, god, when will you wake up?’

friday, april 11:

sunset blvd suggestive, fluff

‘woman of few words

but for you, i'd keep my mouth wide open

prayin' and hopin' that you'll quench my thirst’

friday, april 18:

cowboy mature content, mdni

‘put your hands on me

ride it like a cowboy, run you out of town, boy’

friday, april 25:

how does it feel to be forgotten fluff, comfort

‘he loves me, i love him

look at you, just look at you now’