#(hana.)

[lillyspeakz]

HANA AGAIN!! been in the trenches since all the Wilbur shit a few months back man😞😞

on the flip side though, I have a boyfriend now which is hooray!!

ALSO IM ONLY USING ANON BC MY BLOG IS IN QUESTIONABLE CONDITION RN

HRU DOING GAL

Understandable I was too until I said fuck if and began a new account bc lillylvjy is dead to me (literally all my ops were calling me names on there and I just couldn’t-)

But yay!!! I hope he’s treating you well

I’m good! It’s been rough but good

[mawenkuru]

" ... " hana ambles through the thrift store, browsing over the items, pretending she's not trying to make eye contact with sienna, and slurping on her boba tea loudly.

@anoetics — ♡

[amoreemioo]

plot.     she works for your muse, this outing came with an attempt on your muse. OR. they are friends, she isn’t working today. someone tried smthn and got their a** kicked. open to.     anyone. muse.     hana.

       “are you okay?” was only offered after a moment, eyes landing on the other to give them a once over. it wasn’t often that she had to, you know - work. the days usually looked simple: following the client around, opening doors. standing in lines. easy. today seemed to have taken a bit of a turn, which honestly — it was nice to switch it up a little. not that hana would say that. 

[cuteslvts]

@edgecfeden​​ liked for a starter!

“it’s like... not cheating if you fuck my ass. i’m pretty sure of it.” was hana’s perception of the word ‘cheating’ a little skewed? likely. however, she had a need that her current partner was unlikely to satiate anytime soon and this seemed like the next best thing. she only only take so much lights-off-under-the-sheets-missionary and at least with this solution, she knew she wasn’t going to be disappointed. “what do you think?”

[rhiezus]

( LIP ) biting or licking their lower lip. // hana e mark eh isso ae #paz

             despite the feeling of rush hana would get with whatever relationshiop they had on, of one thing hana was certain - that she was most definitely, truly, complety and madly falling in love with mark. it was all okay as long as he didn’t knew that, because she was terrified of being rejected by him, it was soon to say but it wasn’t going to be something so easy to get over. that’s perhaps the reason their love affair was so good - clingy and dangerous for her heart sake, but nonetheless exceptionally good. it was always funny that they’d meet like that, at the end of the week when both has free time and needed someone to hang out. hana didn’t wanna assume this but she could say she was probably the only real friend mark had, a friend that he would make out and have sex with but that would still look out for him. because if that wasn’t her thought, then she could easily be replaced by someone else, maybe a more famous, successful woman. not that she wouldn’t believe she was great, but mark was a famous, successful man and that kind is almost never as perfect as it seems. just by getting off her trashy car and getting into his building, taking the elevator to his place and sinking in the atmosphere she was being constantly evolved. chucking by seeing her gaze over the mirror in the elevator, she constantly trying to fix her hair like a twelve-year-old would. this was silly as a grown woman, but you do what you gotta do to if it’s in the name of… well, what exactly? they were friend, but lovers and yet not quite. lost in track when it pulled in, leaving her a few feet away from his door. she wasn’t in for mercy, or romantic emotional connection, this was purely about sex and that’s her strategy. as soon as mark opened the door in that cool, collected and by all means charming way of his, hana waited until getting inside and him locking the door first to throw herself into his arms, meeting his lips in a passionate kiss of hers. if she wasn’t a little bit disillusioning she could say she almost felt his lips crave a little smile over the course of their making out by the door. in addition to being obvious enough, next thing she knew she was already in his bed… did her feet already knew the way towards his apartment? maybe it was his way of greeting?! ’ i’m so rude, i didn’t even say hello.’ meeting his gaze for a moment, they were inches apart and still breathless. mark smile was a blessing of an answer, which didn’t stop her from kissing him again, this time biting his lip softly a few seconds later. it didn’t matter what he would thought of that, in fact, she expected he didn’t enough for her to not have to say it. being in love could suck all the way, but there was nothing bad about having fun or just having sex. even if she would cry next to her dog listening to taylor swift next morning.

[micronecro]

[jaehwan-th-blog]

❤ — this feels like falling in love;

a few days ago with @hana-th;;

Quando chamou Hana para passar a noite com ele na casa vazia dos pais, Yoon Jaehwan, por mais que negasse e dissesse a si mesmo que: era uma amizade colorida, sabia bem o motivo por trás do coração em fazer aquele convite. Se não soubesse, não teria saído para comprar um anel no dia anterior; e também não teria traçado um laço ao redor do dedo de Hana enquanto ela cochilava nos ensaios do musical na semana passada, embora, na época, ele tivesse o feito por impulso; por causa de um "e se". Agora a presunção estava prestes a se concretizar — se ele encontrasse a coragem necessária quando o momento chegasse, claro.

Por usual, deixou preparadas as pilhas de almofadas na sala onde ficariam juntos assistindo algum filme e simplesmente desfrutando da presença um do outro. Hana fazia com que ele se sentisse suficiente e completo, como se não precisasse de mais nada além dela — algo quase impossível de conquistar com um garoto tão hiperativo quanto Jaehwan, sempre com uma ideia ou outra na mente; quase nunca parado. Hana conseguia aquilo, assim como conseguia fazer o seu coração bater muito rápido, ou as bochechas ficarem mais vermelhas do que ele pensava ser capaz para um ser humano. Não era normal, e não era ruim. Pelo contrário, era a melhor sensação que ele poderia experimentar... Apaixonar-se por ela. 

E vê-la em sua frente, naquela noite, embrulhava o seu estômago e criava um sentimento de expectativa que corria pelas veias e bombeava o coração. Ele queria dizer tantas coisas, ao mesmo tempo que não fazia noção de por onde dar início. Deveria ir direto ao ponto? Deveria deixar as coisas acontecerem naturalmente? O que faria se tudo desse errado? Yoon Jaehwan era capaz de contar nos dedos as vezes que ele ficara tão aflito, tão acobardo durante toda a sua vida: e aquela era definitivamente uma destas.

Decidiu, portanto, dar um passo de cada vez: eles teriam a noite toda para se divertirem, afinal, e seguindo em tal caminho, poderia dar uma distração à bomba-relógio dentro dele que ficava tique-taqueando em seu ouvido. — Oi! — cumprimentou Hana ao abrir a porta da casa dos pais, desenhando nos lábios o sorriso que sempre se formava quando estava na presença dela. — Eu já pedi a pizza, deve chegar em uns trinta minutos.