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Can I ask for 46, and 37, but like.....fluffy??? (With Namjoon and his flight attendant girlfriend?......what do you mean "self serving" and "weirdly specific"?) (Btw I've followed this blog for such a long time and I'm so happy you're coming back! Tbh I've missed you 🤷‍♀️💛💛💛)

send me a number and a member and i’ll write a drabble or one-shot based off of it.

#37: ‘ stop being so attractive. ’#46: ‘ help me find my shirt. ’‘ you know, as much as i want to… i don’t want to. ’

comments: i hope you know i watched several videos on being a flight attendant just so i know at least slightly what it’s like just for you and this one-shot

coming home after a long string of flights always felt euphoric – you would put it up there with the high of just getting off a terrifying roller coaster, seeing a live concert of your favorite band and probably sex. needless to say, finally sleeping in your own bed and seeing your boyfriend were among the best feelings you could think of. so, one might understand that leaving all of that was always incredibly, incredibly difficult.

and, namjoon never tried to make it any easier.

the few times you got a sudden and unexpected call in to a flight were always the worst, but the morning before you knew you had to leave were almost as bad. with those, he had time to ruminate on his way to try and make you stay. of course, you could never blame him… you both barely had time to see one another with both of your careers taking you to such different places, all the time. what you were grateful for was namjoon’s unending patience with the both of you – sure, he tried to make you stay, but he always understood when you couldn’t. he always told you he’d be waiting for you to return, always sending you off with an ‘ i’ll miss you ’… but, that still didn’t stop him from trying.this morning was no different… you could feel his hand tracing up the curve of your spine, his eyes probably still half-closed and the softest, gentlest smile on his face. somehow, someway, he made the mornings feel easy… before he didn’t.“your alarm is about to go off.”of course he can tell you’re awake, because he always seems to know everything – or maybe he just observed you so much that he knew all your tells. it could’ve been the way your breathing changed or a shift in your body, but he always knew.“i think my body knows you’re gonna give me a hard time about getting out of bed. we need the extra few minutes,” you say, teasingly.“or maybe it’s an extra few minutes for us to savor each other…” and he says it with that smirk that makes you weak in the knees and you almost feel your will to get up and pack leaving you without even seeing it yet.finally, you turn over to graze over his face with your eyes, reaching up to cup his cheek and gaze at him in that way that makes him weak in the knees. that smirk you so love turns into that smile you so love, dimpling his cheeks as his hand covers yours and you’re reminded once again how warm he is, inside and out.he almost shivers at the way you trace his full lips with your index finger and you feel the way his smile widens underneath your touch and the way he inhales slowly as you inch towards him. he’s expecting your lips laid against his, savoring the taste of each other in just the way he suggested – taking these few precious moments and spending them in the best way. his eyes even flutter shut at your newfound proximity, you feel the way he leans in towards you, the way he gives himself to you so easily.and, just like that… you pull away when he’s vulnerable and isn’t fast enough to drag you back in.“nope!” popping the ‘p’ as you slide out of bed just fast enough that his reach misses you completely once he catches up with what you’ve just done.the deep vibrato of his chuckle mixes with your lilted giggle and he nearly trips over himself to chase after you, the clumsy ‘stomp, stomp, stomp’ of his feet and the gentle patter of yours making their way to your bathroom in quick succession. a gasp slips past past your lips when you feel his strong arm wrap around your middle and tug you back into his body, but you don’t bother struggling or fighting his embrace -- as much as you need to get ready, you both know that you don’t want to.still, you vocalize that you must: “joon! i need to get ready. you know i have to be at the airport early. let go and help me find my shirt!”“you know...” he drawls it out, right into your ear. “as much as i want to... i don’t want to.”and, he always has a way with words -- the way to your heart, to your stomach, to your thighs -- but something about that simple statement had you tumbling back into bed with him for another hour.another hour that you didn’t have, but an hour you made up by rushing faster than you ever thought you could in your life. you get mascara on your eyelid and your shirt is tucked in a little crooked under your blazer, but you make it work, like you always do.and, he makes up for that by sending you a love letter in the form of a voice note over text:“i hope you land safely, wherever you’re going. and, i was going to apologize for this morning, because i know you hate rushing... but i decided i wasn’t going to. not because i don’t feel bad, but because i don’t want to apologize for wanting to spend as much time with you as i can. i miss you. i know you miss me, too... the time apart never makes me regret it, though. the waiting, the yearning... it never gets old and i’ll never get tired of it, because it’s with you -- it’s for you. so, i’m not going to apologize... i’m not gonna say sorry, because i’m gonna tug you back into bed and say as many sweet things into your ear as i can until i feel you give in to me. i’ll do it next time and the time after that and every time after that, too. anything to get that extra five minutes between you being there and you being gone...i love you. fly high, baby... i’ll see you when you come home, to me.”

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hello! how are you feeling? how’s your health? did you drink water yet? we love you master-nim

this ask is VERY old, but i saw it in my drafts and realized i never answered… these asks always makes me so soft and happy! i don’t know who you are or where you are, nonnie, but i hope you’re doing well. thank you for checking on me ♡as for how i’m feeling: i’m doing well! my mental health has kind of been in the gutter the last few years, probably worse than it ever was in my life, but i’m finally actually doing better. i’m feeling like writing and being creative again, which is a huge leap from how i was a little while after starting this blog. as for the water………… i’m not great at hydrating myself as silly as that sounds, haha. i’ll definitely have a glass now, though! i hope you’re healthy and happy wherever you are.

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am i back yet again 😳 okokok don’t judge me, i know i’ve said this like three million times already, but i’m back! like, officially this time. thank you to the followers who have kept following me since my last very long absence, you are very much appreciated and loved. and, hello to the new followers that i’ve gained since then! if you don’t know me, my name is bee or barbie, whichever you’d prefer to call me. i’ll be working on some drafts i have saved up, but any requests are still welcome! 💜

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REQUEST: ugh I had a dream and I have to rant about this sorry if it bother you but hear me about: you. yoongi. in the studio. 3 am and soft music in the background. both of you are in silence and he is thinking about his past. how miserable and lonely he was. he looks at you with love filled eyes. tears up when you ask about what he’s thinking. god i need a drabble about this I can’t REQUESTED BY: anonymous WARNINGS: none NOTES: this is so soft and i’m always here for soft yoongi

fingers trace up the inside of his thigh and the smell of your shampoo lingers heavily in the air and the lofi sound of one of his many playlists drifts around the two of you -- he swears he’s never felt more at home, miles away from his city and his childhood home and friends he used to know.

there was a time and a place where he never felt that. never felt quite right, never fit into anything, always struggling to find a place somewhere, anywhere, just so he could breathe. there was a time and a place where everything felt dark and far away and dreams felt more like nightmares -- so, so unreachable. they taunted him. mocked him. it felt a lot like drowning, so far away from shore with no help to call for -- just the waves beating him down and dragging him further into the depths. and sometimes... sometimes, he still felt that way, even with all of their success and triumphs and how every little accomplishment was tangible and right there in front of his eyes. he could still feel the cold water lapping at his ankles and slowly crawling up his legs with a threat of forcing him back under. but, then there’s you. wonderful, beautiful, patient you. you weren’t always capable of bringing him back to shore, but you’d always help him onto the little boat you both shared when times were mutually as rough. you’d sit with him as the back and forth of the waves lulled the boat into a steady drift, whether further into the ocean or closer to the shore and held his hand when all was uncertain. and, of course there were times like this, when you both walked onto the beach together, hand-in-hand, further and further away from the water until it became distant noise and everything was dry and sunny and pleasant. eventually his hand slid over yours, still resting on his thigh, and interlaced his fingers with yours like he did a million times before. your skin on his never lost that soothing calm that just washed over him so blissfully when he could feel you just there, right there, always next to him. the feeling was so overwhelming and yet so soothing all at once, the way the presence of you fills his every sense and coats him in this cushiony warmth, this forever safe caress of the mind that he only ever felt with you. yoongi can’t help himself from lifting his gaze from his computer screen, instinctively searching for the shape of you in the low light of his studio and lingering there even when you don’t immediately return the action. he finds himself wondering how you could possibly not know how beautiful you are... how wonderful, how intuitive, how bright and brilliant and incredible you are, to him. then, you’re turning your head fluidly and catching his eye and he holds your gaze for a moment, two moments, the curiosity building on your features until you’re parting those precious lips of yours. “what is it?” such an innocent question and he knows you have no idea how complex it really is, asking a man like him something like that. he doesn’t answer right away, which prompts another question lilted in confusion. “what are you thinking about?” another innocent question that should prompt a simple answer, but not from yoongi. no, instead he feels that familiar heat behind his eyes and his brows screw together and he suddenly feels every little wall he has left crumbling under your curious eyes. “you know i love you, right?” he asks, and now it’s your turn to furrow your brows and try to formulate an answer that isn’t as simple as it should be. “where is that coming from?” “i just love you. i think about it all the time, but right now i...” trailing off, his gaze softens and he exhales shakily, trying so hard to not break apart and fall into your hands like putty. “i spent so long feeling like i had nothing. i can’t even remember when that feeling started, i just know it was so consuming for so long and how i never felt like it would end. and, i know i have support now... i know i have people who love me and want the best for me, but you...” a pause and his eyes water even more and you squeeze his hand to remind him that you’re there -- and he doesn’t understand how you can make such shaky ground feel so safe. “i know all of it could go away any second. i know i could lose all of that, everything, but i know you’d stay. even if i lost everything, you’d stay and that means more to me than you even realize. i hope you know i’m never leaving you, either. i want you to know you always have me, even if you lose everything or you lose yourself and you’re where i was when we met. you always have me, just like i always have you. don’t forget that. don’t ever forget that.” he can tell you have no idea where this is coming from or why he’s saying this, but instead of questioning him you simply reach forward and caress his cheek and wipe away his tears in that tender, gentle way of yours. “i know,” you say it so easily and it quells the storm behind his eyes in a way no one but you ever could. “and, i love you, too.” and, there it is -- that feeling of home, miles away from his city and his family and all of his friends he’s ever known. there’s the shore and the beach and the ocean growing distant behind the both of you. he loses any sight of that feeling of hopelessness and despair -- he forgets what they even feel like, in that moment, beside you.

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#JusticeForGeorgeFloyd

HOW YOU CAN HELP: 

• SIGN THE PETITION

• TEXT “FLOYD” TO 55156 

• CONSIDER DONATING TO GEORGE FLOYD’S FAMILY, THE MINNESOTA FREEDOM FUND, & BLACK LIVES MATTER

• SHARE ON INSTAGRAM & TWITTER

• GET INVOLVED & DEMAND CHANGE

#BlackLivesMatter #SayTheirNames 

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Derek Chauvin.

Derek Chauvin kneeled and applied pressure on George's neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds.

Ignored George's pleas along with "please, i can't breathe," and "don't kill me," and continued applying pressure for 2 minutes after George became nonresponsive.

Derek Chauvin was only charged with 3rd degree murder. He knew what he was doing. George Floyd's murder wasn't an accident. Whether it was premeditated or just intentional Derek Chauvin deserves to be charged with a higher degree murder.

You can't accidentally kneel on someone's neck for 8 minutes and 46 seconds.

Tou Thao was one of the officers that stood by and watched as Derek Chauvin intentionally murdered George Floyd. Tou Thao is related to Derek Chauvin as he has a sister that is married to Derek. This wasn't an accident. It was a cold-blooded murder. Tou Thao is an accomplice and should be prosecuted and charged as one.

Ways to help:

1. Please send an email demanding the prosecution of George Floyd’s murderers. Here's what you should write:

To: police@minneapolismn.gov

Subject: Black Lives Matter | Justice For George Floyd

My name is __ and I am a resident of __. I’m emailing today on behalf of the George Floyd case. I’m calling for the prosecution of Derek Chauvin #1087 and his partner Tou Thao #7162 to the fullest extent of the law and that you will not rest until that happens. George Floyd was arrested under an implied, non-violent crime and bystanders claim that he never resisted his arrest. The approach that the officers chose to take was one that resulted in murder and must not be taken lightly.  

Black Lives Matter. 

Regards [your name].

2. Sign this petition that demands the US government address what measures are being taken to get George Flyod the Justice he deserves. It is officially recognized by the Govt.

Check your email for confirmation to verify your signature.

Derek Chauvin intentionally murdered George Floyd. #RAISETHEDEGREE

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if you see this post, i implore you to take a few seconds out of your day to sign this petition regarding george floyd’s death and the conviction of his murderer. just as well, it takes very little time to get updated on what’s going in the world right now and help in any way you can. if there are riots in your area and you are planning to attend: cover tattoos and scars/birth marks, cover your eyes, nose and mouth and wear protective clothing and shoes.  silence is violence. to all of my black followers: please stay safe. if there is anything more i can do or something more you want to add, please tell me or do so and i will gladly reblog this as many times as needed with additional comments. i stand with you.

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per sempre sei animo della mia anima

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forever, you’re the spirit of my soul

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Yay!! I'm so glad to see you on my timeline again. It's been a while but hi old friend! How are you?? I hope that you've been doing well lately and staying safe! Also, I think that this was a perfect moment to see you on my dash again because I just finished my exams and quite frankly I've been needing a little extra comfort lately, so I'm planning on reading some of your stories tonight. I hope that you continue doing well 💕

i hope exams weren’t too hard on you! i don’t know if you’ve been doing everything online recently, which i hear is making everything ten times harder, but either way i know exam season can be so difficult. i’m proud of you for completing them! i’m sure you did stellar on them. and, i’m so happy my writing comforts you in any way. that’s one of my favorite things to hear. as for how i’m doing, i think i’m doing pretty well all things considered... i think everyone has been having a tough time lately. something about this whole year so far has been off, you know? that’s even without the covid-19. i hope you’re doing well! since your exams are over, i hope you can take some time to rest! you deserve it.

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May I request #5 & 18 with RM?

send me a number and a member and i’ll write a drabble or one-shot based off of it.

#5: ‘ they can’t hurt you anymore. ’ #18: ‘ it hurts to see you cry. ’warnings: physical abuse.

namjoon has always noticed things about you that everyone else overlooks. how you try to tuck your hair behind your ear when you’re nervous, but it never stays. how you hum cutely in the back of your throat when you see something you like. how, if you can’t quite move your head to the music you hear, you might just attempt to wiggle your nose to the beat. and, he’d never mention all the things he notices, for fear that you’ll stop doing them where he might see.he’d never say a word about any of them – except for the bruises you try so hard to hide under makeup and clothing and excuses. the bruises nobody else seems to mind or see or care for. because, he notices everything about you.

it started with one or two on your legs or your arms – splotchy and distorted, so any excuse you came up with sounded plausible. with no real shape to identify, it was hard to say you were lying. maybe you’d just gotten clumsier, maybe your head was just somewhere else lately, maybe it’s all just a coincidence. but, then they became more frequent and bigger in size, greater in numbers. you always made sure to pull your sleeves down to your hands and wear long pants, but sometimes you’d pull those sleeves down too late – sometimes you’d reach to get something off a high shelf, and he’d see a bruise on your hip, your rib, your stomach.the excuses kept coming as quickly as his questions. so did the bruises.the idea to give up never crossed his mind, but eventually he didn’t have a choice – you stopped asking to hang out, replying to his requests to see each other, even started denying his calls and avoiding all of your favorite places to sit and talk for a while. he never stopped trying, but you never replied.fear always comes to a head, though.it had to be two in the morning when he heard the first knock on his door – he almost disregarded it, rolled over and went back to sleep, but then another came shortly after. and, then another, more frantic this time. finally, when the fourth came, he was halfway to the door with a tired ‘ coming, coming, ’ slipping past a yawn.and, there you were, looking more terrified than he’s ever seen another person –wide eyes, wet cheeks, trembling lips and shaky hands. you don’t even speak right away, you just look at him with that fear coloring your eyes, and then surge forward like he’s the very last shred of sanity keeping your feet on the ground.❝ are you okay? ❞ are the first  words to come out of his mouth, even though he knows the answer. ❝ what happened? ❞❝ he wouldn’t stop – he wouldn’t stop screaming and throwing things and i begged him to stop – ❞your words come out rushed, like you couldn’t get them off your tongue fast enough, and your panicked breaths only  served to chop the words even  further. namjoon knows you need to say it, to admit it to him, so all he can do is run his fingertips up and down your spine and coax you into assurance.❝ Breathe, ❞ he says, continuing to touch you like he can soothe the panic right out of your skin. ❝ breathe for me. ❞so, you try and level your breathing, trembling in his hold like the very  last leaf on the branch in the middle of winter. you shake and cry and he lets you, because his firm hold is there to keep you from breaking entirely. he knows – he knows you need to shake and cry and break just a little, because it’ll make putting yourself back together again so much easier.when you finally seem to come down from the panic the night had put you in, you try again: ❝ i know... i know you know that  he’s been hitting me. ❞for now, he remains silent. you need to tell him, to get it off your chest – he’s patient, like he always is.❝ and, i guess i thought i could manage it or maybe i was trying to pretend it’d get better, but then... then, he wouldn’t stop and it just got worse and worse. i didn’t know what to do anymore, because anytime i’d even mention breaking up – ❞ a sharp breath cuts off your words, but you continue as soon as your heart steadies. ❝ anytime i’d tell him i’m going to leave, he’d threaten me or himself. i didn’t know what to do, because i felt like if i did leave, he’d just come after me anyway. or he’d hurt himself somehow and i’d blame myself, because i... because some part of me loved him at some point, and i don’t think i could live with that on my conscience. ❞❝ so, what finally made you leave this time? ❞ namjoon’s voice is quiet as he asks, gentle.❝ i thought he was going to kill me, ❞ you admit, your voice shuddering. ❝ he looked at me like i was nothing and it was like he didn’t even hear me. he  just kept throwing things and screaming at me, and then he started threatening me. i’ve never seen someone look so hateful before. ❞namjoon then decides to guide you inside, closing the door and locking the rest  of the world away from looking at you, touching you, hurting you. the way your shoulders relax at the overwhelming smell of him doesn’t go unnoticed, and as he settles you down on the couch and kneels down in front of you, he can only hope you keeps making you feel that safe.❝ he can’t hurt you anymore, okay? ❞ and, he says it with such assurance, that you can’t help but believe  him. ❝ it hurts to see you cry. even when you cry over sad movies or music that really moves you, it hurts. you are the last person that should be sad or hurting like this. ❞❝ how do you know? that he’s not going to hurt me anymore, i mean. ❞❝ because, you’re going to stay  with me and we’re going to figure things out. i know what i’d like to do about it, but i’m not going to be the kind of man that charges out of here and says i’m going to beat the shit out of him. i want you to figure out what you want to do about this, and we’ll do it together. for now, you’re safe here and i’m not going to let anything happen to you. ❞steadily, he leans in to press his forehead to yours and give you one of those soft smiles of his – the kind that dimples his cheeks and reaches his eyes with that soft glow. something about it makes you feel safe just then, like you never noticed how gentle it makes the rest of the world look, and you melt into it.❝ you’re what matters most to me, you know that, right? nothing can touch you when you’re with me. and, i’m not going anywhere. ❞

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hello! yes, yes, i know -- oh, you’re back again for the fifteenth time? yes, in fact, i am! a lot of things sort of happened all at once and then kept happening and i got shoved underneath all of it, but i’m officially back! i’m working on those numbered requests sent in from that ask meme as you read this. but, i just wanted to plug my twitter one more time ( this one here ) and say that i’ll be more responsive on there. i’d also love some bts friends to talk with! i’ll try to follow anyone who follows me from this blog, so please reach out and let’s be friends!

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their crush crying in front of them for the first time because of her depression they didn't know about? please!

so i was going through my asks and i wanted to see what my oldest request was and voila! there she blows. for those of you who haven’t read all of these or can’t find my masterlist:

jin

yoongi

hoseok

namjoon

jimin

taehyung

jungkook

i really hope this lived up to your expectations, anon! i know this series was a long time coming and took me FOREVER to finish, but i’m pretty happy with the end result.

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also hi hello this is not a drill im really tryna bring this blog out of the swamp waters i have left it in thank u for being patient with my no show ass i will be bringing u soft bts content shortly

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if i see one more drabble of jimin calling the reader clingy when i KNOW this man would be in his s/o’s lap 24/7 or holding their hand every chance he gets or calling them on facetime at random intervals throughout the day being like I Miss You :( im calling my lawyer

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annyeonghaseyo jeoneun bangtan sonyeondan hwang geum maknae jeon jungkook imnida!! 😛 🐰 🎵

more like ᵃⁿⁿʸᵉᵒⁿᵍʰᵃˢᵉʸᵒ ʲᵉᵒⁿᵉᵘⁿ ᵇᵃⁿᵍᵗᵃⁿ ˢᵒⁿʸᵉᵒⁿᵈᵃⁿ ʰʷᵃⁿᵍ ᵍᵉᵘᵐ ᵐᵃᵏⁿᵃᵉ ʲᵉᵒⁿ ʲᵘⁿᵍᵏᵒᵒᵏ ᶦᵐⁿᶦᵈᵃ

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idk why but i love rewatching those videos of guys being whipped for jimin like some of them have such amusing reactions at times like one of them stepped away from the computer and screeched and another was like ‘ well then, I guess I might be gay.’ and like... yeah, bruh... dive deeper into hell 👀 (also jimin fawning over shawn mendes, tony and the guy who retrieved his towel is kinda funny & adorbs bcs his expressions are gold. I honestly think he might be bi or pan, right?)

this is hilarious to me, because me and @bxxckybarnes were just talking about how jimin would drool over her brother if we ever went to a bts concert, because he’d have to come with us. he’s a really buff guy that takes good care of himself and it shows. i don’t like to put sexuality labels on people, because it just seems unfair to me to throw something like that on someone, but we definitely know he appreciates a nice man when he sees one. as a bisexual though i would love to have him as a fellow bi king 😫on top of that, the fact that he is consistently making straight men question their sexualities is beyond hilarious to me. i’m always like ugh yes that’s my mans when i see another article about some man dumping his girlfriend or suddenly gay panicking over jimin like i’m definitely not gay but i would suck his dick for free