Jul 24, 2022
i have a big huge juicy uncontrollable undeniable irresponsible delectable crush on kim namjoon
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i have a big huge juicy uncontrollable undeniable irresponsible delectable crush on kim namjoon
Imprisoned
Jack. River. Come BREAK HER OUT
Dream’s friendship with Sapnap and George is comprised of pure gold. The way he mentions them in so many situations even if they aren’t there with him and how they’re the first people he thinks about in times of celebration- how he always praises them when the opportunity presents itself and how he always thanks them for helping him and being there for him. Whether it’d be accompanying him for speedruns or making videos together. Just how he values their company so so much. overall I think this is mutual amongst all of Dream Team for sure, even if one is more discreet about it than the other :]
They all look so good.
So here’s the thing: it’s been ages since I wrote anyhting and last time I did my english was actually worth something so excuse it pls. Anyway short of ramble somehing (????) I wrote like a week ago and never gathered enough courage to actually post it.
FHR shortfic featuring my Step Desideria and her weird thinking process, also vague chargestep
One step forward, two back. It’s almost like a dance, a dance you don’t know steps to. The rhythm is off and your feet trip over one another more often than not, but you’ll continue to dance nonetheless until your feet are bleeding. At least that’s what it seems like sometime.
You can’t give him up. You tried, you truly did. Over and over you tried to forget him, to let go – as if he’d let you. It didn’t work, of course it didn’t. It won’t work. By now you know it won’t. No, in the end it will have to be him who makes the final step and cuts the strings that tie you together.
Even so you’re not sure you’ll be able to stop the dance between the two of you, not sure if anything can. Its familiar steps brings you comfort, despite making the heart in your chest ache, making your breath fall shorter, making your head spin.
Time passes and instead of wishing to stop the dance, you re-learn the rhythm. The steps make more sense, no more stomping on each other feet. No, you no longer wish to stop, instead you dread the moment it’ll inevitably happen. You fear the moment the stings are cut and you fall on the ground like you did before, limbs fractured, twisted like a broken marionette. You don’t know if you can survive it again.
It’s a funny thing. For the longest time you wished you hadn’t survived the fall and now you are falling again, praying it won’t end up like last time and maybe, just maybe it won’t. Maybe instead of a fake ambulance he’ll be there waiting for you, falling with you, helping you on your feet again. Maybe things can be different this time.
@xhelenaxleblancx
Her hand tells the story. In one UNBROKEN movement it both reaches for the GLASS OF VODKA, and flexes and curls back away from it. POPPING VEINS can be traced up her arms beneath her sleeves. And there’s a THICK LUMP travelling ACHINGLY down her neck. Finally – when her TRACHEA IS FREE – she lets out a SIGH and she runs that once-clenched hand through GOLDEN-STREAKED MAHOGANY. “I… I much prefer that second question…” Was she really honestly supposed to KNOW how she’d COPE? “I pr-pr-promised Helena that NO… NO MATTER WHAT happens that her b-b-baby girl, her… Her saving Grace, would always.. a-always… have an AUNT SERA…” Chestnuts were lingering on that glass once more and she had to FORCIBLY tear her gaze away. Glancing out the window. “Honestly I’m… I’m scared th-that I… That I made a promise I can’t… keep…” THUD. Her skull met the window pane. “Cause when… When you ask me THAT. M-My, My stomach flips and my heart r-races. IT RACES and I just…” THUD. THUD. THUD. Eyes are screwed on shut but the tears are still leaking free. “I just… I made a promise… I made a pact… I… I… I just want– NEED Helena HAPPY. If… If Helena’s happy then I’ll FIGURE IT OUT… I’ll figure it out.. . I will… I… I…” She may not have been able to LIVE. She hadn’t even been able to consider COPING. She just… all she could offer…
WAS SURVIVAL AT BEST...
I’m working in the ceo fic and guys i just love this bobby so much????