zero o'clock.

lala; 22; col.

[artemivsa-aa]

* 𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒂𝒖𝒙 𝒈𝒊𝒇 𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔

by clickling the source link you’ll find 70+ (80 px) gif icons of actor archie renaux in his role as mal oretsev in episode one of the netflix show shadow and bone. all gifs were made by me from scratch so please don’t claim as your own or edit them. please like or reblog if you found this helpful !! i’ll probably be updating soon with more gifs from the other episodes, so keep an eye out if you’re interested !! credits to this psd. 

[zmzalabim-a]

yejun:​

yejun wanted to whine, in the pettiest ways; wanted to protest — you’re not supposed to think what i say through, seokie, you’re supposed to accept it without questioning it so it can get in your heart and soothe you! how dare you ruin the moment with perfectly good points? he wanted to protest as seok seemed so intent on lingering on a feeling that could ruin and hurt him and do no more than that, because as rare of a feat as it was for jaeseok to fall in love, and yejun was more than well aware of that, he still believed fiercely that his best friend could and would find someone to love who loved him just as much, who would put the very last of their efforts into being the best version of themselves for him, because there was no one else in the world who was worth more. but yejun didn’t. he knew seokie well enough to know when what he himself needed to do was listen and give him his time, something junnie wouldn’t deny him right now, so he bit back every word, every little commentary and waited. waited and listened, and sat up when seokie asked, because that was also part of listening: understanding his needs. as out of place as the request sounded — distance? between the two of them? how could that be? why? what would require that… oh, it was that serious, huh? his hands clasped tighter on seok’s in spite of himself, clinging to him in what could only be described as latent fear, heart rabbiting in his chest. he was… at a loss, at a loss of the whys and that was probably the scariest part. which, rationally, made no sense, because he know he couldn’t be a problem (right?), jaeseok would never make him feel like that and that was not even the topic of their conversation and — his brow furrowed, expression as reprimanding as it could be on his face. he knew seokie was joking, yet that didn’t feel like the time. there was too much tension in the atmosphere already, dense and palpable. out of place yet again. should he say some words of comfort? should wait, what? the words ringed in his ears. one word. you. him. him? how could he be? it couldn’t — yet everything he could process from the other’s words just confirmed what he’d heard. that, apparently, they’d been talking about yejun himself that entire time. and… yeah, yeah of course he knew he was the most important person in jaeseok’s life, they were the most important people in each other’s lives, and of course it made seokie biased towards him and made him say all those kinds words, but. but that. that. yejun was the one he liked? he — in a romantic sense. he loved him? he was in love with him? he wanted to date him? yejun felt dizzy. out of breath. it was as if someone had hit his head with a pan and dropped a bucket of ice-cold water on it all at the same time. he needed to lie down for a moment, maybe, yeah. his eyes were burning, wait, were they wet? his hands were shaking, this he knew for sure, yet he tightened his grip on jaeseok’s again, refused to let them go, to let him think yejun would leave him for a moment, to think his fears were correct, that this was a worst case scenario. even though it was definitely a little overwhelming. his eyes dropped to the space where their crossed legs met, knees touching, because there was really the most distance possible between them, huh? yejun tried to breath. it burned — the tenderness in every word, and jaeseok was always like that, of course he was, but now it felt different. the context had changed. he got it. of course, of course jaeseok, his seokie, would be the one to treat him the most adoring and tender and respectful ways there could be. of course he’d make him feel safe even in a moment like that, when his heart should be the one that was breaking. and “for how long —”… for how long had it… shit, he’d asked it out loud? he inhaled shakily. there was nothing more that he wanted than to yell yes, yes he wanted to go on dates with him, to allow himself to be loved by him, because of course yejun would. wasn’t he the one who was unable to be happy on his own? yet this was jaeseok. this was the person who mattered most in the world. yejun couldn’t, he wouldn’t, take the risk to be the one to hurt him. to hurt him in a worse way. he needed to think this through, he knew; rationalize his feeling for once. he felt distinct trails of warm wetness cascading down his cheeks, even as his eyes had gone numb. a few years ago, that answer would have been so easy. a few years ago, when the first thing he’d done was fall for seok, because of course he would. and wasn’t he the one who yejun always wished could be his soulmate in love? but — was all of that real, would it be fair? how was he supposed to have all the answers just there and them? he couldn’t. so. so maybe. maybe he should just be honest. he forced himself to face jaeseok again. “seok-ah… you’re my person too…,” a sniff. his voice trembled even as he smiled. “i… i’m so… i can’t believe this,” a shaky, wet laugh. “i feel so lucky right now, you know? i’m serious. i must have done something really good to deserve your heart after everything,” after it being so broken once, broken to the point of closing up. “i… i think… i think it would be nice to try, you know? i do know you’d be the best boyfriend in the world, at least for me —” whom jaeseok knew better than anyone else in the world did. whom he’d always treated with nothing but love. love, love, love, love in its purest form. “i… i wanna say yes, i really do, i’m just… i don’t wanna be the person who hurts you in the end, you know? like… i know you’re very determined in love, right? ha… and to ruin things between us or fuck things up with you… i want you to have the love you deserve, seokie. i really do. i want… i want to give you my whole heart in return too,” because now he got it. something clicked. of course that was what jaeseok had been doing all along. he sighed, “i know this isn’t really an answer… i’m sorry. i… i would really like to try… i was in love with you once, you know?” a chuckle. god, what was he saying? yeah, sure, it’d always been seok to help make sense of his mess, but. that didn’t feel fair right now. ok, breathe in, yejun. steady yourself. “i’m never leaving you or pushing you off, seokie… you’re literally my life. i don’t think i could go anywhere. i just wanted… i just wanted to have you know all the risks too, because i know you’re kinda biased,” a small smile that tried ti be playful, “so i. i think i’d like to… talk about it?”

his world had tilted in his axis the second that what had seemed like a normal weekend afternoon for the pair had turned into this ( his shaking hands, held firmly by the boy who also held his heart, tears in both their eyes, and an overwhelming mix of dread and hopefulness sitting painfully tight in his chest ), and he knew it would never go back to where it had once been, no matter the outcome. in a way, it felt liberating, to be able to scrape the surface of his feelings towards yejun, to tell him a little bit of just how much he made him feel, but it was also terrifying, and while he felt comforted by the fact that yejun hadn’t let go of his hands yet, that he was still looking at him with so much openness and warmth, he still had a plethora of reasons why he had kept his secret guarded for so long, fears that made his blood run cold, and they were still there, in the back of his head, yelling at him for being so careless.

“ uhm…  ” he could feel his ears heat up, warmth quickly travelling to the rest of his face, filling his cheeks and down his neck.  he’d been pining for his best friend for the better part of two years, and it was embarrassing for him to admit it. “ it’s been… a while, jun-ah. ” he settled for something not so compromising, but he was sure he would eventually come clean ( either that, or any of his best friends would run their mouths ). “ long enough that i’m pretty sure the guys have a betting pool on when you’d realize. ” he said, with his heart hammering in his chest. this was what he felt so guilty about, having spent years cuddling and holding and being all over yejun under the guise of pure friendship while secretly harboring all those feelings for him, and even if he had carefully drawn the line, making sure to never take advantage of him purposefully, he’d spent long nights agonizing about how many nights in a row it was acceptable for a best friend to spend in his best friend’s bed cuddling before it became entirely too selfish and abusive. “ but you are my best friend, junnie, i never took more than the friendship you chose to give me, that has always been enough. ” he assured hurriedly, nervously nipping on his bottom lip. god, he had every right to feel used and disgusted and uncomfortable, and jaeseok knew it and would accept it, but fuck, it would shatter his heart. “ you’re my best friend in the world, and i’ve cherished every minute of it, okay? ” he desperately hoped that the younger would see it in such a way, too.

“ oh, fuck, please don’t cry — junnie.  ” seeing the rapidly falling tears in his eyes did nothing to lessen the knot on his throat, and he could feel mirroring tears of his own forming in his eyes. was it so bad for yejun, that he could not stop the tears? did the idea of jaeseok loving him in the way he did disgust him so much? had he fucked up the best relationship he would ever, ever, have? even if he had promised to accept any outcome after his confession, he could still feel the burn in his chest, so painful he had to look down and make sure there was no actual physical injury, no actual knife going through his chest, and the ringing in his ears had gotten so loud he could barely hear him anymore. god, yejun couldn’t believe it. couldn’t believe he’d been so fucked up to keep this secret for so long and… wait, what? lucky? “ you… you’re the best, ever. ” he assured him, barely finding words amidst the chaos that was going on inside his head. yejun felt lucky, he didn’t hate him, didn’t find him gross and disgusting, he wasn’t pushing him away, and jaeseok felt a little bit like a fizzy carbonated drink, about to burst and explode into hundreds of lovesick bubbles. damn right, he’d be the best boyfriend for him. he knew he would, would work his damn hardest for it, to make him feel as loved, cherished and respected as he deserved, to make sure he’d always remember how special he was. “ oh, baby. you’re always so sweet, you drive me crazy. ” suddenly, all he wanted to do was to wrap his arms around him, to hold him as close as possible and then some more. tentatively, he opened his arms again, and waited for him to come back to where he belonged, needing to feel him close once more, to have his heartbeat resonating next to his. “ i already trusted blindly once, and we know how that turned out. ” he’d never go back to that again, ever. but for yejun… “ but i’d gladly let you break my heart, love. even if i know you won’t, cause it’s already yours. ” and such a cheesy confession made him scrunch his nose, not being used to that kind of verbal affection, but once his mouth had started running it seemed like there wasn’t anything he could do to stop the words from spilling from his lips. 

“ uh — what? ” record scratch. he’d been in WHAT with WHO? “ junnie, could you — could you say that again? ” there was no way. no. he refused to believe he’d heard him right, yejun had not been in love with him. suddenly he felt a little like eating his whole fist. like opening his window to yell very loudly. no. this had to be a joke, a very mean one, and his boy was anything but mean. was his pressure lowering? would seven simple words end his short yet fulfilling life? probably, if the way he’d gone completely still meant anything. “ no, i have been in love with you for years, while you were never into me, okay? what the hell. ”

“ i know you better than anyone else, junnie. ” he reminded him, jaeseok knew yejun as much as he knew himself, and some days it seemed like he even knew the younger boy better. “ so, if anything, i’m completely objective because i have the whole picture, no bias here. ” he smiled, quite proudly, and a bit flirty too. he was so used to feeling so much around yejun that this feeling that he didn’t know before, openly flirting with him, made him feel all thrilled, all greedy to tell him just how much he wanted him, in how many ways. “ what do you want to talk about, angel? ” he whispered then, and his fingers traced his face delicately, softly getting one rebellious curl away from his face. “ i have so much to say… about all the ways i like you, about how hard i’ll be willing to try and be the partner you need, if you give me some time, i could even tell you a more or less detailed timeline of every single time i felt like i loved you so much i was gonna collapse under the force of all of it. ” and the more he talked, the more his attempts at not being too much stopped mattering, now that he was allowed to, all he wanted was to love him very loudly. “ if that’s too much then you’ll have to forgive me, it’s just that you’re my dream boy. ” he whispered, at the rhythm of his erratic heart, his soft breathing that matched the younger boy’s. he waso close, so warm and lovely above him that he hoped he could stay in the moment eternally. “ maybe we could talk about how i want to kiss you silly~. ” and that he did, desperately ached to have a taste from those lips, to have a taste to commit to memory, oh how bad he wanted him.

[pcrkjmin]

‧  ˖  ❛   ♡  𝐏𝐂𝐑𝐊𝐉𝐌𝐈𝐍'𝐒  𝙛𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 !!

¡hola, chiquilles! por fin he venido a hacer mi follow forever que, honestamente, nadie estaba esperando pero igual lo haré porque me gusta ser como la gente cool de aquí.  pues ¿qué les puedo decir que no sepan ya acerca de este año? it sucked big time and im glad it’s over. 2020 trajo 40 cosas malas por cada media cosa buena, pero bueno, solo podemos esperar a que las cosas mejoren. mi actividad este año fue muy mala, así que haré mi esfuerzo para volver con ganas y armar cositas nuevas, bonitas y maravillosas con ustedes. 

a continuación, las personitas que hicieron mi año un poco mejor, con quienes me encanta desarrollar historias, compartir headcanons y tener 203 ships al mismo tiempo porque una jamás será suficiente: 

      ❛ @6xetc​ ; @remcdy​ ; @bonhcmie​ ; @zmzalabim​ ; @daexhwita​ ; @bcywithlxv​ ; @byunbaekhyvn​ ; @euforiias​ ; 

las personitas con las que me gustaría tener más cosas porque pienso que son maravillosas: 

    ❛ @xwishingscar​ ; @alienigcna​ ; @tidalwavc​ ; @inghibli​ ; @glmcre​ ; @tacltadete​

y por último, pero no menos importante, las personitas con las que me gustaría interactuar porque siempre les veo en mi dash y me dan ganas de entregarles a todos y cada uno de mis hijos en bandeja de plata: 

   ❛ @doubleknct​ ; @sercndipity​ ; @angelicvante​ ; @agvadecalzon​ ; @svturnos​ ; @awsteen​ ; @alterose​ ; @happinesbegins​ ; @cinnvbar​

eso es todo, amiguis. ¡espero que hayan tenido un excelente inicio de año! les deseo toda la salud del mundo (y a sus seres queridos también), que todos sus deseos se hagan realidad y que tengan la felicidad, cariño y estabilidad mental que se merecen. los tqm y gracias por estar un año más con mis bebés y conmigo.  

[originalvisual]

iz*one: panorama

[zmzalabim-a]

yeri​

she could feel the blush that crept up her cheeks, leaving a trail of fire underneath her skin as her heart stuttered then fluttered, and yeri felt that the same blush would soon enough become a permanence. that… that was too much. just too much to handle. shouldn’t she say something? her mouth fell open, then closed. “i… i don’t even know what to say, it…,” god, fuck, she was stuttering, “… it means a lot. thank you so much,” yeri insisted in joining her palms, offering him a little bow in a show of respect. she wanted to make the best impression possible, she did, but how could she stop herself from having her attention swayed by the recording booth? it… it was the professional stuff she’d only ever seen from a distance and in movies, dreaming quietly to be able to slip inside one someday. god, that was real. it… it was really happening. she was there, in a studio. in bae yoonoh’s studio, nonetheless. his voice reminded her of his presence, and she stared quick enough for his little dance to rip a giggle off her. flowers bloomed in her chest. he was so, so cute; she was sure he couldn’t even be real. maybe none of that was, even if she knew she couldn’t have come up with the images of those paintings. everything was so cozy and neatly decorated in a way so painfully yoonoh she now wondered how she ever supposed it could be any other way. “oh… oh, no, don’t thank me!” her eyes widened then, head waving with vehemence. how could he thank her for that? how could she not accept? and she was just being a decent person, regardless. yet, it was hard to remain upright with him showering her in compliments in such a way. turned out she was correct, after all: her cheeks burned so brightly by now she would find it weird when the sensation were gone. “i… well, i started taking lessons when i was 14? but i just… post covers on soundcloud and youtube. i have, like, a few original works? but… they’re very few. it’s… nothing professional,” her eyes found the floor in spite of herself, unable to uphold yoonoh’s gaze. the praise did nothing to contribute to her abashment, face ablaze, and she felt she should stare at him at the very least, but how could she? that… yoonoh was talking about his whole team. that couldn’t be real. “you’re… you’re all too kind,” she managed to bluter out, staring shyly through her eyelids. of course she was up to date with yoonoh’s every concert, and her theoretical knowledge was enough to judge every fan onstage, however much she avoided to do so; yet she would never believe she stood out in such a way. “like… i did get some more views on my covers?” the smile was unavoidable, “which… was really good. like, thanks adsense! right?” a nervous chuckle, “but i think this just happens to… everyone related to you, right?”

“ you don’t have to say anything, yeri-ssi but you’re very welcome. ” he smiled, nodding a little, only slightly amused by her nervousness, but far from judging her. min yeri wasn’t the first fan he’d gotten to meet one-on-one, and her precursors had ranged from overly polite to overwhelmingly emotional, so it was fair to say she was doing better than could be expected, but even if she hadn’t, he wouldn’t have been one to judge. it was always going to make him overly content to know to know that he could be a source of happiness to the people that supported him, that not only was he getting their love and constant encouragement, but that they were also getting something from him when they needed to, that he could cheer them up, bring some kind of solace to hard moments, and even more joy to good ones. he loved making music, and it was truly his life call, but along the way he had found much more purpose in bringing something good to people, as much as he could, and even, in helping them achieve his dreams. maybe, he thought, as he busied himself with getting a bottle of water so the younger girl could have some space to explore as she liked, this would mean he could help her too. maybe it was the artist in him, but that night he’d known from the start, from looking at her on the stage that, if allowed to, she would become the brightest of stars under the spotlight. 

“ nothing professional? ” well, if this was her untrained, he could already hear his vocal coach’s voice praises coming way too easily. “ then you’re even better than we thought! ” he added, excitedly, a bright smile stretching through his lips. “ min yeri-ssi, don’t you find it strange that you’ve heard my every song but i’ve never heard yours? i think it’s only fair you let me listen to one of them. ” it was a lighthearted suggestion, accompanied by a teasing glint in his eyes and a smirk, but he hoped, quietly, that she would feel comfortable enough to share them with him someday. it wasn’t like he couldn’t just search up her name, but there was something… quieter, more tender, in letting her choose. “ well, we try to give that nice and welcoming vibe, i won’t lie. ” he had been lucky enough to be able to build a team of people that really matched his values, his soul, a group of people whose best work was just being kind. “ yay! money! ” he laughed along, and pretended to give it some thought only to end up nodding. “ i mean… yeah, i hope they’ve been nice, though? no mean comments or anything? ” he trusted his fans to be lovely people, but the internet was a wild place and people tended to bring the worst of themselves when given a cloak of anonymity, and he could easily deal with it, had been doing it for years, but he hoped he hadn’t brought any of that to her. he let a bit of time pass so she could finish wandering around and only then he signaled to the recording cabin with his head. “ wanna check it out? nothing fancy, but i figured you would like it more from the inside. ” a simple suggestion, but one he hoped she’d enjoy.

[awek-s-archived]

really? nope! ㅋㅋㅋ

[dementedgnomicwizard]

[xiaozhns-a]

hello it's me again!!! mixtape for chae!!!!!!!!!!! (ily!!!)

to build a home by the cinematic orchestra (i built a house for you, for me, until it disappeared, for you, for me)

we don’t talk together by heize, giriboy (we’re in love but we don’t talk together, you’re growing farther away. breakups are so painful, but i’ll let you go. no, i don’t wanna let you go... i’m walking with you at night, for the first time in a while. even though it’s awkward i’m still yours)

never not by lauv (there’s a room in my heart with the memories we made. for as long as i live and as long as i love i will never not think of you.)

remember by katie (it was bound to happen. it’s funny how it lingers, but i’m not surprised; we were magic. we make love memorable. i swear to god i still taste you)

qué gano olvidándote by reik (yo quiero que sigas en mi vida, yo quiero que vivas en mi piel. no quiero cerrar estas heridas, no quiero curarme del ayer. prefiero llorarte un día de vida soñando que piensas en volver)

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 (or 6) songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse @zmzalabim

[redvelvetcult]

🧡

[find-the-beauty-within]

The person I reblogged this from deserves to be happy

[priincessolivee-deactivated2025]

I tried to scroll past this. I really did

[zmzalabim-a]

yejun​.

the roll of his eyes was but an instinct, yet he couldn’t help but beam at his friend’s words, always so easily swept away by the slightest praise. always so particularly weak for jaeseok’s. “i didn’t do anything,” the protest was but a meek mumble; yejun was content enough to have seok agree to his demand. his eyes fluttered shut as the first chords of the song resonated in the room, honeysuckle soft and soothing, like the perfect soundtrack to drift afloat in the moment. his heart fluttered as he heard a voice right next to his ear sing along, seeping in his bones, and junnie merely hummed along. for a moment, it was all that mattered. then, he laughed in spite of himself; a giggle at the mention of minah holding her girl back. “don’t be so hard on her!” he insisted, worry still lingering, as bitter as the remainders of guilt. “and no fighting! even because she could take both of us probably,” a small pout. he only allowed himself to relax — or, rather, forced himself to — when seok seemed to leave the matter behind as well. not that the way jaeseok stared at him had ever left any space for any other thought, so overwhelming. no one had ever looked at him like his best friend did: like they were glaring directly into his soul, demanding to unravel every corner of it. yejun allowed him to, every single time. allowed himself to be suspended in his gaze, expectant, until seokie felt ready to break the silence. until stronger motives reeled him back into action. the mere sight of tears in the other’s eyes were enough to rip a hole in his chest, and yejun wondered if this was what the claws of wild animals felt like. he wanted to make them stop, but was at a loss; could do but hold seok’s face softly and clean every tear that rolled down, hoping his touch exuded warmth, pressing their foreheads and hoping his own breath would remind seok to breathe as well. he wanted to protest sharply that of course he would be fine! he was whole by himself! and he’d always have junnie anyway (foolish, selfish, could he frigging chill?) yet he swallowed down his words, forcing himself to listen. to listen, even as a painful whine fled his throat, wanting to fight jaeseok that time for putting himself down like that. hearing him describe his crush was… overwhelming. he loved so much, so strongly. of course yejun already knew that, having heard similar soft words oh so many times, but hearing them about someone else just confirmed his bright, golden heart, his beautiful, precious mind. how could he think anyone would be anything but the luckiest person in the world to date him? he just wanted seok to see it! but that was not the question being flashed at him now, and yejun drew a long breath before sighing, trying to recover his focus. he wouldn’t consider himself the best advisor in matters of love, always having believing in listening to one’s heart (god, now he knew well he should maybe review that rule of thumb), never quite the most objective participant in a conversation. what could he do? “seok-ah… first stop talking like that about yourself! you’re you and that person… is wonderful, ok? you’re wonderful, you’re the best person i’ve ever met… you’re so giving and full of heart, and being loved by you is… is the best feeling ever!” slow down. he swallowed, then sighed again. he was, once again, getting too emotional. “so don’t think you don’t have a chance, ok? because i bet you do, and i know you don’t believe it’s their loss if you don’t, but it is! like… you’d be the best boyfriend in the world!” he concluded. now, back to the matter at hand. hell, he still didn’t have an answer for that. “but maybe…,” he stroked seok’s hair softly, thoughtful, “… maybe you should try and think if there’s really a risk of losing everything if you tell him? like, do you think he’d really… just… never talk to you again? because you two sound very… close,” did he know who that guy was? not the time for such a question, “so… i don’t know, like, i don’t think they would? but i can’t guess for them, you know? so… it all comes down to what you’d rather do, seokie. what you think would be better. if you think it’s worth the risk, or if you’d rather… leave things as they are and try and move on.”

“ oh, junnie. ” he mumbled, feeling, rather than seeing, how close he was. he could feel the softness of his touch, a small pressure that grounded him, his warm breath, so close he could feel it on his lips, and he tried to match his breathing, urging himself to stop crying, to get a grip, but his heart was breaking even before giving yejun a chance to do it himself. it seemed inevitable, not because he felt scared of rejection —that, he could take—, but rather because driving yejun away from him would shatter him in a way that would be irreparable; yejun was woven so deep into his heart that ripping him out would only leave a nasty mess of blood and tears, one that he felt he would never be able to heal. but he had to tell him, yejun had unknowingly broken the dam where he kept all of his feelings and now that they were spilling all over, enormous and uncontainable, he owed it to him to at least be honest.  “ that’s the thing, jun-ah. i’m me, and… i’m not sure if that’s something he would want.  i can confidently say i think kai would be an amazing boyfriend, but that doesn’t mean i’d date him, you know? i can’t be sure of how he feels. ” and so, he tried to extinguish the little flame of hope that had sparkled to life inside of his chest. yejun could be saying all that as the supportive best friend that he was, always so reassuring and kind, but he couldn’t help but hope. hope that he’d give him a chance. “ i think close isn’t enough for what we are. ” he added, with a little smile, as he looked down to see how their bodies were touching anywhere they could, their hands all over each other, drying tears and brushing hair and holding close. yeah, they were close. “ i… moving on… that’s not something i could do. ” his heart refused to walk away from him, too attached, too dependant on his love, on his laughter, on how invencible he felt when he had yejun in his arms. “ so i think… baby, do you… umh, do you want to sit? for a bit? ” he looked up to see the most beautiful pair of brown eyes and prayed, to whoever was listening, that whatever would go down after this, he wouldn’t lose him. “ i want to be as clear as i can be and i don’t think us being all over each other is helping. ” i don’t want you to think i’m taking advantage of you, of your kindness. he waited, using the back of his hand to get rid of the last tracks of tears, until they were comfortably sitting, the bed big enough to have a reasonable amount of space between them, but their hearts too devoted to each other to allow them something other than a couple of centimeters, their hands still firmly clasped together. “ yejun-ah, couldn’t you tell i’m probably about to have a heart attack? i’m dying here. ” he joked, softly, gathering up the courage he needed by making silly jokes, by caressing the skin of his best friend’s much bigger hand, by avoiding his face in fear that he’d break down again. “ this is the most stressed i’ve been in my life, probably, and yet you wouldn’t get it, jun-ah. you wouldn’t get that it’s you. ” you you you you you you. “ before you say anything, let me say all i want to say first, okay?  there’s no one i’m closer to, no one i love more, no one kinder or cuter or more lovely than you, song yejun. no one. ” and it felt liberating to finally say it to him instead of his exasperated best friends, it felt so right. “ it’s you that i like, love, it’s you that i want to spend all of my time with, you’re the one that i want to date and you make me want to try my best to be… to be someone that you would want to be with. i want to make you happy, happier, even, i want… i want so much with you, junnie, you have no idea. ” he made himself stop, because he knew he could go on for ages about this, years of feelings finally being let out, but… he still had other things to say. “ i… jun-ah, i know you recently got out of another relationship, i’m sorry for springing this out on you like this. i understand if it’s too much for you, if it’s overwhelming and you need some space, i’ll give you anything you need. ” he’d go to the end of the world for him, for them. “ i love you, junnie. i love being your friend, your friendship has been the most important thing to me for so long, i just don’t want to lose you, you’re my… my person. ” he was not about to start crying again, but he could feel a familiar lump on his throat that he forced himself to swallow. “ if you let me, i would… i can show you that we would be great together, if you give me a chance, i’ll prove it to you. but i will also back off, or… or we could also pretend this never happened, keep being best friends, i promise i will not let my feelings for you get in the way. whatever you need. ” he finished with what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but it felt wobbly and mostly vulnerable, raw, just like his heart. he’d laid it out for yejun, all he could do now was wait and hope. “ uh, that’s all, thank you for listening, love. you can talk now, if you want. ”

[xiaozhns-a]

mix tape for junnie? pls

lucky by jason mraz (i keep you with me in my heart, you make it easier when life gets hard. lucky I'm in love with my best friend... lucky to be coming home again)

home by gabrielle aplin (they say home is where your heart is set in stone, is where you go when you're alone, is where you go to rest your bones... as long as we're together, does it matter where we go home?)

sycamore tree by the hunna (i say our future is ours to pain, and i don't have much but I've got a lot to gain, and I wanna share it all with you)

blueming by iu (in each and every emoji my subtle feelings keep changing, i wonder if you know... i feel bloom... i know we feel the same)

lover by taylor swift (can I go where you go? can we always be this close forever and ever?...  my heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue. all's well that ends well to end up with you)

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse @zmzalabim​

[taee]

soft and shy 200718 taehyung for @taeguks​

[desultory-suggestions]

She’s like warm days, sunshine, honey and love.

[thefoxwrites]

“everything I want to say / I swallow”

— Lyric Hunter, from “A Garden,” Swallower (via aangsarchive)

[zmzalabim-a]

🌺🌼🌷 send this to ten other bloggers you think are awesome, keep the game going 🌺🌼🌷

eres muy preciosa 🥺🥺 thank u boo

[khcleesis-archived]

plots i really, really want:

- divorced parents that have a child together & have lingering feelings for each other. - childhood friends that always have been secretly in love with one another.  - i’m in love with my best friend’s brother/sister kind of plot. - exES plots  - cheating plots  - pregnancy plots ( (un)planned pregnancies, miscarriages, all the babies ok) !!  - platonic plots dfjk - enemies to lovers  - polyy ships.  literally all the plots.