okay y'all thought lukas is bad when hes jealous but like…lemme tell you about jealous philip. philip glaring at the boys and girls who are so obviously flirting with a clueless lukas. lukas being like “whats wrong???” and philip just “theyre all over you” and lukas just. smiles. and says “i didnt notice. too busy being all over you.”
Passion… it lies in all of us. Sleeping, waiting, and though unwanted, unbidden, it will stir, open its jaws, and howl. It speaks to us, guides us… passion rules us all and we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments; the joy of love, the clarity of hatred, and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we’d truly know some kind of peace but we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank… without passion, we’d truly be dead.
A/N: I’m in Norway so this is a planned post. p>
Word count: 2,239
My back was resting against
the soft, white pillow. I pulled the covers higher, covering my entire body. I
felt cold, but it had nothing to do with the temperature in the bedroom, it was
all about the enormous fight Shawn and I had earlier. Fighting with him always
made me feel so cold, so tired and completely drained from any sort of energy. I
was reading a book or at least trying to, but I hardly managed to read a single
Honestly, I just needed
something to distract me from the fact that Shawn had left the apartment in
anger and I hadn’t heard from him since.
okay so i really enjoyed doing my feb botm but i did soon realise that i’d got my months all confused and was doing everything the wrong way round. so this time, i’ve decided to correct myself and do it right (lmao) (ignore the header tho ~ i was running out of time oops)
one reason i put the fact that i’m adhd in my bio is that i want to be clear that my putting two ideas close to each other in no way means those things are related and if you assume that my writing tags about dinner on a picture of flowers means anything more than that i got hungry in the middle of a reblog you’re going to end up reading too much into a whole helluva lot
A little babble that kind of sucks but doesn’t suck enough to keep me from posting it I’m a tad sour rn and want sleepy kisses from jjh so take this; a product of my bad mood
Word count: 585 Genre: fluff Feedback is always appreciated, Thank you and goodnight
The trill sound of you crying out in frustration is what rouses Jaehyun from his mid-afternoon nap. Awake, but slow to rise, he only rolls over, grumbling out a, “babe, be quiet.” It’s when you toss your bag to the floor far more aggressively than needed that he decides to sit up, propping himself up on his elbows. You angrily pace around at the food of the bed, rubbing at your temples and willing yourself to settle down. “You’re blowing smoke.” Jaehyun jokingly says, a lazy smile quirked on his lips. You shoot him a glare. At this, his look softens, and he beckons you over. You debate shutting him down, giving him the cold shoulder because you want so desperately to take out your pent up aggravation on something and, well, if Jaehyun happens to be within arm’s reach, then so be it. Through your internal dialogue, he’s looking at you, eyes heavy with sleep and hair askew in every direction and his clothes are all rumpled from his tossing and turning and he’s smiling at you and you can feel the adoration he has for you and you’re melting. You breathe a heavy sigh, laced with irritation and exhaustion and you trudge over to him, allowing his hands to completely envelope yours as he guides you down to lie next to him.
His arms are around you and your face is tucked into his chest and you can feel his heartbeat, smooth and rhythmic and so much calmer than your own. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you allow yourself to snuggle closer to him, wanting to drown in his warmth. “You want to tell me about what’s got you so worked up?” He questions softly, fingers loosely carding through your hair. You breathe in his scent, warm and inviting and your knees go weak because this boy is yours and you thank whoever may be listening that he’s a part of your life. The only response you offer is a minute shake of your head, and he only hums in acknowledgement, choosing instead to begin rocking you the tiniest bit. Jaehyun will wait with you, hold you until your heartbeat has settled and the heat in your cheeks has died down.
“I really love you, Jaehyun.” You mumble into the fabric of his t-shirt. A laugh sounds deep in his chest. “I really love you too, Y/N.” Is his response. You move back to meet his eyes, and you feel like you can lose yourself in endless pools of brown that carry so much love for you; only you. “No, Jaehyun. I really really am in love with you.” You say, and his smile brightens. He’s idly rubbing circles into your side, and you can feel the tension in your shoulders ebbing away with every feather light caress. He smiles, and your heart swells with happiness. The time for anger and frustration and everything that comes along with a bad day would come later; now, you’re only concerned with the feel of Jaehyun’s lips against your own as you kiss him. Slow and sweet, patient and oh so caring, your eyes flutter shut and you let Jaehyun guide you into a state of contentment that you had been aching for all day. “I really really am in love with you, too.” He says as he pulls away. And than you kiss him again. Because you love him, and he loves you. It’s as simple as that.