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I was late to work because I was spam booping @mrsbsmooth and lost track of time. This is my life now.
the svt members as colors
s.coups: red, like the flavorful cherries your mother offers you on a hot summer day
jeonghan: lilac, like a rare sunset you see from the car’s window as you leave your hometown for the first time
joshua: black, like the comforting darkness of a room when you’re crying alone in silence
jun: burnt orange, like the leaves that crunch beneath your feet as you walk to school with your friends
hoshi: gold, like the jewelry that adorn your ears and neck
wonwoo: brown, like the library floors that creak as you search for the book that’s been on your tbr list forever
woozi: dark magenta, like the flowers you see on your lonely springtime walk
dk: yellow, like the sun brightening up the gloomy sky after a harsh thunderstorm
mingyu: torquoise, like the ocean you visited five summers ago with your family, when everyone was happy
the8: navy blue, like the dark sky littered with stars that watch over you and your lover on your midnight walk
seungkwan: baby pink, like the sugary drink you sip as you study in your favorite cafe with your friends
vernon: white, like the headphones you share with your lover who wanted to play their favorite song for you
dino: grey, like the sweatpants you borrowed from an ex lover that you still wear to this day
reblog and tell me what color you associate svt members with. like i always associate cheol with red 🍒
Why I should never have a day free from work or any other obligations: Blitz will challenge Lucifer and seriously consider challenging God next.
❝ I regret so much of what I have put you through, Blitz. But I will never regret loving you. ❞
Blitz couldn't think. He could hardly breathe. He had been standing there with Stolas, oblivious to the garden around them, but now it was all he heard. The gurgling of a fountain, the whispering-and-sliding sounds of a carnivorous plant creeping towards them to investigate. Normally, he might be worried about the plant, but with Stolas here, he knew he was safe. With Stolas here, he...
Was he supposed to be able to breathe? To think?
His vision actually started to gray around the edges. Blitz bent over, resting his hands on his thighs, and closed his eyes. Breathing deeply and quickly, the spines between his shoulders shivered. He swallowed hard, trying to hold back a wave of nausea. This--this wasn't what he had expected. Not at all, and it wasn't--he wasn't--he couldn't--
He was having a fucking panic attack, he realized. A panic attack because someone was being kind, because Stolas loved him, because he didn't regret it.
Get a fucking hold on yourself, Blitz thought harshly, without a shred of compassion for the broken mess of an imp who was on the verge of passing out. He held a breath, let it out slowly, and pushed himself upright again, meeting Stolas's eyes.
He couldn't explain why that hurt so bad. Why it hit so hard. But he wanted to, he realized. For once in his fucking life, Blitz wanted to be honest. To be honest all the way. To tell someone everything. To be vulnerable. To open every door and knock down every wall so that Stolas could decide what he wanted to look through and what he didn't want to lower himself by dealing with.
"I don't regret it, Stols. None of it. I been through way worse shit in my life. Yeah, it hurt sometimes. You and me. But..." His hand was actually cold, for once. Blitz usually ran a body temperature around 110 Fahrenheit, which climbed up to around 120 when he was fighting (or fucking), but for once, he was cold to the touch. All the same, he took Stolas's hand, holding it like exactly what it was: the most precious shit in the world.
"But I don't. Regret any of it. Especially not loving you, too. Stolas, you deserve... so much. So much better than me. But you got me. If you want me. You got me. For better or worse. Til I crumble to ashes and you start to forget my face. You got me."