limerence [M] // HOSEOK

Lim·er·ence / ˈlimərəns/ n. psychol. the state of being infatuated with another person, characterized by a strong desire for reciprocation of one’s feelings but not primarily for a sexual relationship

summary - What do you do when you realise you felt more than you though? Do you act on it? Or do you let it go?

word count - 2.9k

genre  - fluff, angst, implied smut

warnings - none

A/N - I wanted to thank Ann (@godsavemefrombts) and Nel (@callmeawalkingbtsdaydreamer) for helping me out and giving me tips, you were such a massive help, I probably wouldn’t be as happy with this if I haven’t asked you, so thank you~

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Tumbleweed, Her #2 - [BAP] Mafia!Au

Previously: Part 1

The Fugitive: Moon Jongup.

He is a tired soul, himself. He had lost his purpose and finding himself in the midst of nowhere had sent him in a frantic life long search of a destination that he can’t seem to find, anywhere, near him. But when he saw you, he made you as his focal point. He didn’t know you, but you were so accepting and kind, he found home in you.

The night accompanied by heavy rain sent Jongup drenched. He found your apartment by chance. Bloodied, with severed lips, abrasion covering his fore arms, you took him in. Treated him, catered to him, nursed him back to health. He never thought banging on a stranger’s door would lead to an angel like you. Everything about him is doubtful. He was too shaken up to even speak back then. He had a compass tattoo on his neck that was as impressive as his looks. A little cut on that beautiful nose bridge and the purple bruise on the side of his lips didn’t seem to waver the fact that he was indeed, good looking. He was whimpering in pain for several days.

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Perky synths and vibrant beats snare me in on Lonely Now, our very first encounter with a new project from Norway named LØVER. The opulent alt pop he gives us is drenched in R&B creaminess and coated in a golden luster. Lonely Now kicks off like a FMLYBND jam but it soon envelops us with hazy nostalgia, resulting in sweltry intoxication. LØVER romances us with a sound much like St. Lucia gone RKCB, or LANY gone Great Good Fine OK. Prior to Lonely Now, LØVER sprung up on plenteous tastemaker radars with debuts like Look What I Got and Trick of the Light. It looks like he’s ready to make an indelible imprint with his new material, too. Alternate stream of Lonely Now can be found via Soundcloud below.

Ow ow ow

We had some freak thunderstorm pass through here. I was out running errands when it hit and was maybe 20 feet from my car when the heavens opened up and one of the heaviest rains I’ve ever seen came down.

I decided to make a run for it instead of just waiting for it to stop like an intelligent person.

In mere seconds I was drenched. And then, when I attempted to stop by the car, my feet slid on a fast-moving sheet of water and fell like the sack of shit some anon tells me I am.

My hip slammed into the pavement and cold - so very cold - water soaked into my shorts. I got up and got in the car.

First, I looked to see if anybody saw me. Near as I could tell nobody did. Then the pain hit. Son of a bitch. Perhaps worse, I was soaked, and now freezing cold.

And now, because I’m told that I believe myself to be better than everybody by random anons on Tumblr of all places, I’ve told you about how I looked the fool.

You’re welcome.

anonymous asked:

A small black haired girl made her way into the Brothel, she was cradling a small bundle, drenched from the storm outside. Her long hair was pulled into a ponytail, but the weather had turned it into a poof of curls and frizz. "S-sorry... This was the only place w-with an open door." She said quietly to the security. She blushed as she realized what sort of place she had sought shelter in, she looked like a living doll, some one's prized toy given life.

The night was late, long sense had the Brothel’s crowd thinned out to the point of near vacancy, a ghost of it’s prior self. But there were whores and men still lingering in the den, panting and pawing each other with such a disregard for whom would watch.

The first to notice the woman would be the youngest, sweetest, and newer of the whores– The little half elf bounded forward with wide eyes, her hands clasped together as she leers toward the swaddled bundle with furrowed brows, “Oh ma’am! Come come,” the whore beckons with a waggling finger, back peddling atop her bare feet, “I can acquire you a room- And food! You must be starving, and so so  cold! Oh–! Keisong!” The little Esme bounced around atop her heels, calling out to the second story where the hasteful thuds would sound overhead. Along the stairs would a loosely clad Draenei descend, her hair claimed in rollers, body dressed in a long, elegant black duster robe.

“Esme,” the woman hisses in her irriation, “What is all this commotion about–?”

“We’ve a visitor..”

With this… The tall beauty would leer on towards the short woman, her scorning expression slacking just the slightest. “… Oh Lady’s luck,” the whore murmurs, snapping her fingers towards Esme, “Get the Madam…”

  • Management: so I was thinking maybe something casual, maybe an announcement on the radio-
  • Harry: commercial
  • Management: I mean we might want to start small-
  • Harry: internacional broadcasting. Every single country.
  • Management: okay...well maybe something outdoors, calm-
  • Harry: I want to be drenched.
  • Management: but, the children-
  • Harry: mood lighting
  • Management: being wet doesn't even make sense, you're not in the water
  • Harry: drenched.
  • Management: I mean....
  • Harry: don't forget a close up of my eyes. Bitches love my eyes.

so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith—that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may have strength to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ that surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled with all the fullness of God.
Ephesians 3:17‭-‬19 ESV