Oh, the way your masterlist tempts me! 😥🤧 I might just throw away all my projects and beinge read all of them at this point.
Holly molly I hate spelling errors. What I meant to say is binge read. Pardon my idiocy. But I love your blog!! And your url. And it's August!! 💖💖
MAY! PLEASE! [clutching my heart] This absolutely made my day and put the biggest smile on my face! Thank you, darling! <3 *
My masterlist will literally not run away! It'll be there whenever you find the time. [side note though, it is really not that long, you might not need that long to read through it. ^^)
*PS: YES TYPOS/SPELLING ERRORS ARE THE WORST. (the fastest way to find them, is to press the "post"-button, as I've recently discovered. #fail. (Edit: this is me talking about my own typos and mistakes that I have found in my recently posted stories..
JADE!! For the fruit ask game: guava? ily, you amazing human!!💖😘😘 (please ignore if you've already answered this!) sending tons of love!! 💕
MAY OH MY GOSH I ADORE YOU!!!! how are you? have you eaten? i hope you're taking extra good care of yourself, my dearest!!! thank you so much for asking me this question 🥺🥺
✧ guava: close your eyes and envision a place far away. Where did you go?
wherever seokjin is. im' just kidding!! honestly, i'd love nothing more than to be back in america right now! I used to live in wisconsin for 6 years before moving back to indonesia and i'd give everything to return and see my pals again ♥
tagged by @lurejoon (thank you! this was so much fun!)
1. what fandoms have you written for (but do not currently)?
none. before this it was all poetry, vignettes and never finished short stories. (unpublished)
2. what fandoms are you currently writing for?
uhm. this one.
3. how long have you been writing?
on this blog? december 2020. in general? forever.
4. on which platforms do you post your stories?
here and AO3
5. what is your favourite genre to write?
i feel like i haven’t written enough to have formed a real preference. i think...i’m with writing like i am with food: try everything at least once.
6. are you a pantser or a planner?
i plan unless i don’t.
7. one shot or multi-chapter?
8. what is the perfect chapter length in your opinion?
until the chapter feels “round”.
9. what is your longest published story? is it complete?
series: my tears ricochet (almost 17k)
one shot: 00:00 (almost 11k)
Yes.
10. which story did you enjoy working on the most?
all of them in retrospect. but. rose coloured has a special place in my heart, because it was signed, sealed and delivered in like 36 hours and it was so much fun and i think it’s till now the fluffiest fluff i’ve ever written.
11. favourite request you’ve have written and why (if any?)
i’m currently working on some drabble requests for a milestone thing, and it’s a ton of fun coming up with ideas that fit.
12. are there reoccurring themes in your stories?
i think...hurt/comfort is kinda my thing. and breathing. my characters like to breathe a lot.
13. current number of wips?
I’m pleading the 5th.
14. three things you have noticed about your own writing?
1) see above, my characters breathe a lot
2) i’ll never be someone who can whip out a 30/40 k story, and i admire everyone who does that (because I love READING those)
3) i literally can’t write, if i’m not in a writing mood or if i don’t “feel” it.
15. a quote you like from a published story
You’d rather be in limbo than in hell.
from 00:00
16. a quote from an unpublished story
You walk up behind him, and tap lightly on his shoulder and you ponder that as wide as they are, he shouldn’t have to use them to carry all the weight alone.
from “love language” (ksj) - coming (let’s say september?)
17. space for you to say something to your readers
hi. i appreciate every last one of you so so so much. thanks for sticking around and joining me here.
tagging: @jinpanman @btsarmy9593 @sahmfanficbts @yeoldontknow @triviafics @lcksndkys (AND WHOEVER WANTS TO! PLEASE DO! AND TAG ME!)
Wait!! What happened to youuu!! Today when I was tagging moots for a tag game I was like wait, ash...where's ash I didn't see her on my dash and then I just saw that postt!!! I missed seeing you, love! So glad u are back!! ❤❤❤
MAYYY! 😭 THANK YOU SO MUCH!!! 😭😭😭 It makes me feel so good to know you were thinking of me! 🥺❤ I missed you too, bubs! 🥺❤
About the blog, well...as you must've read in the post, Tumblr suddenly decided to terminate my blog. I'd been busy the entire day and took notice probably five to six hours after the action. I immediately panicked and reported the issue to the support team. It took them a while to get back to me (FIVE EXCRUCIATING DAYS!!!) but the person who responded was really sweet about it, telling me that it'd happened because of a glitch on the website and even apologized for it🥺
Heyy!!! I'm not sure if you are still doing that little drabble game. But, if you are, could you please do 14 + jimin?? Sending lots of love!!💞
hi!! ahhh thank you for requesting this lovely!! im sorry i took so long to get it out but as i've come to realize my writing process is reeeaallly slow :/ oh also wARNING!!! this is very very rough and uh ha my first piece of writing that i've posted also i may have gone crazy and written almost 1k words haha so uhh yea I HOPE U LIKE IT!!!
oh also this one is kinda angsty, a little ?? maybe ?? idk how to give proper warnings, i mean i don’t think this needs much warning since it’s barely anything so....aHH ok lemme shut up.
ENJOY!
send in a request lovelies
“Hey.”
Silence. The only thing that you could hear through the line was his ragged breathing and a few sniffles, the tell-tale sign that he’d been crying, again.
“Couldn’t sleep?” You ask after you realize that you aren’t getting any kind of greeting today.
“No,” he finally sighs out after a few straggling sniffles escape.
“I'm almost there. Be there in 5, ok?” You say, concern trickling from your voice.
“Ok. Hurry, please,” he says in that voice that makes him sound oh so small, that makes you wish you could reach through the phone and hold him oh so tight.
You drive just a bit faster, heart beating just a little harder, not wanting him to be by himself any longer than he needs to be.
Keys fumbling in your hands, you rush to unlock the familiar door to the familiar apartment you can’t call your own. You always find yourself here, even though it hurts, even though everything in your body is telling you to stop this torture, you give into the pain one more time, if only to take away his.
Expecting him to be in bed, you hastily move towards his bedroom only to stop in your tracks when you see him stooped low in his plushy armchair by the window.
You can’t help the small smile that overcomes you when you notice his mug of tea sitting idle on the windowsill, long forgotten and cold. You had told him months ago that tea always made you fall asleep within minutes and that he should try it too. Even though he whined and complained about how it tastes like “stale hot water”, he always made a cup whenever he couldn’t sleep, even if he never drank it.
He would leave it between his palms until all the little spirals of steam have fluttered away from the snug confines of the mug, until the heat radiating off of it no longer warmed his hands, until all he could do is stare down at the dismal eyes reflected up at him in the murky water.
He’s staring out the window now, so lost within his thoughts that he hasn’t heard you walk in. You take this opportunity to look at him, really look at him, and god does the sight that meets your sore eyes make your heart squeeze so hard within your chest.
Eyes that were once so bright and young, that held an entire universe of stars, have lost their luster, fading into a dull brown with no sparkle, sunken into his pretty face, adorned with cheekbones that still hold a little hope of laughter. His ever changing hair is back to black after wanting to impulsively change his appearance a couple days ago at 3 am when you had both been bored and slightly inebriated. The stark contrast between his porcelain skin and jet black hair makes his face glow even brighter in the moonlight, the only kind of light that fills him these days.
Before your eyes can wander any longer and crack your heart even more, you call out to him, in that quiet, soothing voice of yours that always seems to calm him down.
“Jimin,” you hum out into the stillness of his apartment.
He pulls his eyes away from the window, meeting yours and that’s when the final piece of your heart that had been holding on by a thread loses its grip, catching sight of how truly exhausted and defeated his eyes are behind his broken exterior.
He tries to pull his mouth into a small smile but all that results from the effort is a grimace at best.
“You’re here,” he whispers, voice hoarse from not using it for so long. “Mhm,” you hum, slowly striding over to him, sitting softly on the windowsill next to him.
“No, no,” he mumbles, grabbing your hand and pulling you into the armchair with him, situating you snug against his chest.
Your tense body slowly relaxes as you rest your body against his, thankful that he can’t see the way you squeeze your eyes shut, willing your tears to go away.
“Stay with me,” he murmurs, not as a question but more as a quiet plea. “Always, Jimin. I’ll always be here with you,” you choke out right away, not even letting a breath of silence come in between you and him, only wanting him to know that you wouldn’t leave. Not you. Never you.
With that, you let the hum of his heartbeat, along with the booming of yours, lull Jimin to sleep, while your eyes don’t get a wink of rest.
Two hearts so close in proximity, but worlds apart, his still beating for another who stomped all over him and left him to bleed out, and the other, willfully letting themselves get bashed and pummeled, pining over someone who’s too broken to understand, too cracked to let them fix him.
When will you walk away from this agonizing fate, of seeing him, being with him, holding him, but never truly having him as you so desperately desire? You don’t think you ever will, for as long as you’re able to hold him like this, your heart may be broken and bruised, but you still have him, just not in the way you crave.
But, through the bruises and scars, your heart still has that minuscule thread of hope winding it together, that one day he’ll realize, one day he’ll open his eyes, one day he’ll finally see you right there in front of him, one day, maybe, he’ll realize that he loves you too.
Sammy, here's the daily reminder that I absolutely adore you! You are a wonderful person! Please don't forget to drink a lot of water! Stay happy, love!!
MAY BABY!! Tysm for this I acc haven’t drank water today and you reminded me, I love you so much please take care of yourself too!! 🥺💓
