he will always be my number one

merryfortune  asked:

TenSemi with Broken Glass (whatever number that is lol)

it did it,,, i wrote angst,,, oh my god and its with my one poor baby,,, merry D:

letter for a minific

I - broken glass

you can read it on AO3 !!

It’s become increasingly apparent to Satori than Eita was not fine.

He was naturally observant and aware of his surroundings more so than others, he had filed away the nervous habits, ticks and tricks of his team mates and rivals, ready to use it against them whenever it best fits him or use it for their benefit instead.

Eita’s nerves always start with their hands and end with their hair.

First the perfectly trimmed nails of their hands would become choppy and bitten and chewed on, unless Eita kept himself busy enough that they wouldn’t feel the need to bite on their fingers. If it wasn’t for them, Satori wouldn’t have noticed he focused on hands a lot.

His own hands were a mixture of soft and rough callouses not nearly as tough as Wakatoshi or Kenjirou’s , bandaged for the appearance sometimes when it got too uncomfortable looking at the mess blisters and bruises on his fingers. His datemate’s hands were not the same; Eita took such care when it came to their hands that confused many of the third years when they started to wrap their fingers with white tape, the wraps a horrible reminder of the state they let their hands go to.

Satori knew that it would be pointless to comment and prod Eita about their hands, the way in which they were kept at was Eita’s business.

It gets worse after that.

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there’s a good reason these tables are numbered honey, you just haven’t thought of it yet // panic! at the disco

Dog Days Are Over

Summary: You were already having a bad day, and then in walks Mr. Perfect and his best friend’s puppy. Oh, and he needs you to hurry because he’s got a blind date tonight, and he’s really nervous.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Word Count: 2,993

Author’s Note: Do you know how long this has been in my drafts? Anyways, here’s more fluff. Sorry I’ve been the Ebeneezer Scrooge of fluff, but I can’t help it that I’m a cynical, angsty bitch who likes to make people suffer.

Originally posted by thespoilerwitchblog

There were certain rules to being a veterinary technician.

Number one, waterproof mascara and eyeliner always! When the customer cries, you cry. Number two, carry a lint roller on you at all times; it’s best to get the pocket-sized one, because Mr. Twinkles sheds a lot! Number three, iron your scrubs! And it’s probably best to keep an extra pair in your car, because Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell likes to pee on people.

Even though you knew these rules by heart, and you followed them every single day of your work-life, today was an exception. It was just one of those days that absolutely nothing- no matter how hard you tried- was going right. You were covered in fluffy cat hairs, Mrs. Comier’s Jack Russell peed on your leg twice, and you had run out of waterproof mascara; so when Mr. Langley brought in his thirteen year old Labrador to put her down, he cried, and so you cried, and in the end you looked like the raccoon that liked to sneak into the office dumpsters at closing.

Today just wasn’t your day.

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Ok Hamilton fandom hear me out

I really hate the way Lafayette is written in fanfics. He always speaks in broken French and English, which is probably my number one pet peeve because I feel like it is just a way for fanfiction writers to avoid making him an actual character. It’s always FRENCH FRENCH FRENCH Lafayette and that is his one personality trait. We understand how he is French. We know. Also, he is always written as this hyper feminine man but also super sexualized at the same time. He is always incapable of having a conversation without flirting or using the phrase “mon ami”. I also understand how people want more gender/ lgbtq representation and headcanons for characters making them trans, gender fluid , ect. are usually pretty great but I don’t really understand why the fandom is so attached to Genderfluid!Lafayette. Sometimes if fanfiction writers choose not to use that headcanon they are attacked, and that really has to stop. It’s the authors choice. There is no historical evidence for it ( correct me if I’m wrong please). Not everyone has to use that headcanon. I’m sorry I just felt like ranting about this.

seriously tho, if it’s a topic related to Bakugou, chances are, i’ve probably made a post about it

Bakugou’s swearing origin story? got it

Bakugou’s smelly sweaty feet? yep

how Bakugou would react in a romantic relationship? covered (kacchako), twice

Bakugou crying?? the number of times, or how he specifically always wipes his tears with his right hand? because i got both

how Bakugou is similar to Edward Elric?? and how they’d react when meeting each other??? and how i imagine Bakugou’s reactions to romance would be the same as Ed’s????? all right here, my friends

Bakugou with Road Rage? uh-huh

a post analyzing Bakugou’s fashion sense?? here u go

Bakugou’s random amazing and aggressive domestic skills?? BOOM, HERE

Bakugou apparently doesn’t wear socks?? and the only time he DOES are the two times he’s been kidnapped???? right fucking here my bros

Aizawa babysitting baby Bakugou and embarrassing him in front of class 1A with baby stories whenever Bakugou misbehaves? absolutely

Bakugou meta? take your pick, i’ve got over two dozen of ‘em

Bakugou except the weird things behind his head are butterfly wings? boom

BAKUGOU’S SIDEBURNS???? MMM-HMM AND MMHMMM

a post about Bakugou’s fucking HUGE-ASS ARMS? HERE AND HERE

Bakugou’s hair being super soft??? and being a result of him making sure he doesn’t accidentally light his own hair on fire??? got ‘em right here

Bakugou’s Customer Service Voice???? a-YEP, PART ONE AND TWO

Bakugou’s perpetual skull shirts?? here, and here

AU where everything is the same, except Bakugou learned how to style hair while at Best Jeanist’s b/c Best Jeanist said he couldn’t? oh yes

Babyfaced-Bakugou? absotively posilutely. bonus points: this was posted before we learned about Mitsuki’s youth glycerin quirk

Bakugou calling Aizawa dad? yes. a Dadzawa & Bakugou edit? YES

a comparison between Bakugou and Shishidou from Oumagadoki??? done not once, not twice, not thrice, but FOUR times!!!!

a post about how cute he is? HERE’S THE FIRST, HERE’S THE SECOND, AND HERE’S THE SPECIAL THIRD ONE ABOUT HIM BEING CUTE WHILE HE’S ASLEEP

my ever growing list of Older Bakugou Headcanons? post one, two, three, four, five…..

BAKUGOU AND HIS PET POMERANIAN, BAKU JR?? WHICH POST DO YOU WANT?? THIS ONE, THIS ONE, THIS ONE, OR THIS ONE? (last two are kacchako)

anyway, long story short i have no life 

Every time I pay a medical bill I get put on some kind of list that leads to me getting called multiple times a day by people trying to sell me health insurance. Sometimes it’s up around 12 or 15 times a day. Sometimes the calls are so frequent, as soon as I hang up another one starts.

I can’t ignore all of them, because it’s always possible something could be an actual important call I need to answer with a number I don’t recognize, but if I hear the same sales pitch start I’m just like “If you’re trying to sell me health insurance, I’m not interested, I’m insured through my job, thanks.”

So this one (very normal sounding) guy starts reading from the script, I recognize it and politely turn him down, he makes this sound like “WAUGH!” and hangs up.

Like… Sorry I didn’t want your health coverage, Wario?

Totally new manga concept

Black-haired cinnamon bun main character who’s prone to getting into trouble because he always wants to do the right thing

And his fair-haired boyfriend friend who has to save his ass the entire time

A Holy Number

(Also here on AO3)

For as long as he can remember, Will has always loved the number five.

It’s just… it’s a good number. Nothing multiplies as easily as five (though his sisters always loved to remind him about multiplying by two, or by one, or by zero, or by ten… but what they’ve never understood is that those ‘easier’ numbers just feel like cheating (also… ten is a multiple of five, so…).). You have to work a little with five. It’s something that Will’s always found comfort in. He’s never trusted things that come too easy.

He comes from a long line of fives - his great-grandmother had been one of five, and his grandmother had been one of five, and his father had been one of five. Will would have been another link in that chain, but then his parents had Abby… and look, he doesn’t want to say she was an accident (though the word has been known to rattle around in the back of his head when she’s been particularly bratty and he’s been particularly cruel), but she sure did mess up the pattern.

It’s not just his lineage either. Each one of his hands has five fingers (a worthy feat after working on the lobster boats) and each foot has five toes. And, though he’d never admit to noticing, because it’s the kind of thing Nurse would either love or chirp him over (or both), Will has a perfect five-pointed star of freckles over his heart.

So, yeah. Will doesn’t put much stock into superstition, and he usually isn’t one to look for signs… but he has always loved the number five. And it’s kind of becoming a problem.

Because Derek Malik Nurse? He’s the absolute worst… and he’s perfect.

Five, five, five. Five letters in each name (first, middle, last), five syllables when they’re strung together, five well-manicured nails on each hand and each foot, and he’s hot. He’s really, really, unfortunately hot. And he’s smart. And he’s funny. Also, just to be clear, he’s really hot. And for some reason, despite the long list of negative adjectives that Will could assign him at any given time, all he can focus on is the way his ten fingers would feel spanning over Derek’s skin, and how nice it would be to press kisses into his skin - multiples of five, and ten, and twenty. Endless kisses pressed everywhere and it’s a fuckin’ problem.

It’s a problem because it’s getting harder not to touch Derek the way that he wants to. To see if his skin is as smooth and as perfect as it looks. To test if he’s really the byproduct of some higher power that knows exactly what Will wants. A higher power fueled by multiples of five.

The whole thing… it’s just really, really, really fuckin’ annoying, because he’s in too deep.

He looks at Derek and he quantifies his desire:

5 - The syllables it would take to tell Derek he likes him;

10 - The likelihood, in percentage, that Derek could like him back;

15 - The estimated number of kisses it would take to span from one of Derek’s shoulders to the other;

20 - The amount of nights so far that Will has slept across a room from Derek on roadies this year, close enough to be near, far enough not to touch;

25 - The number of reasons why Will knows this is a bad idea - he’s got them numbered and listed in Excel - it’s very efficient;

50 - The actual, accurate number of times (because, yes, Will maintains a running tally) that Bitty has sent him a look when Derek’s around… as if it’s easy. As if everyone’s collegiate hockey romance works out for the best;

75 - The tally that he’s maintaining of looks that Derek’s given him that thill him to his core. Because sometimes a look isn’t just a look, and sometimes it feels like Derek’s in on the joke;

100 - The percentage that Will knows he’ll fuck this up.

It’s the hundred that really fucks with him… because he knows that he’s going to fuck this up. He knows it with every fibre of his being.

But - and this is the thing of it - he’s going to do it anyways. Because… he’s twenty-five reasons that it won’t work out, but they seem like nothing compared to the fives running rampant through everything that makes up Derek: his fingers, his toes, his name.

There’s a 100% chance that this won’t work out. But Will really loves the number five.

707 Behind Glass Wallpaper by pluviaart (from Mystic Messenger)

I was planning to draw more 707xMC but I started to feel really sad about thinking that 707 theory… And decided to make a wallpaper for all of us! :D Even though he’s behind the glass, he’ll always be my number one in my heart~

Feel free to use! If you’ll repost, please do it with credits- Thanks!

-If you want to see more MysMes fan art, let me know!

seareyes  asked:

So for the meetcute prompts could you do number 7 please? 💖

This was so much fun! Thanks for the prompt! And, as always, also on ao3!

Truth be told, Derek had never actually kissed anyone before. Not really.

Sure, he had kissed Paige on the cheek once or twice back in their sophomore year, kissing her farewell when he dropped her off back home after one of their handful of dates. And he might have kissed the back of her hand while asking if she wanted to dance at the winter formal, but that was all.

They had only gone out a few times, gone to a few dances together, but that was before she had officially come out. A few days before winter break, she had sat Derek down and explained that while she’d had a really nice time with him on their dates and at the dances, she was one hundred percent into girls not guys.

Derek had done everything he could to be supportive, hugging her and thanking her for feeling comfortable enough to share something so personal with him, even offering to throw her a coming out party. She had declined, but shortly afterwards she had started dating his younger sister, Cora.

So, he and Paige had never really kissed. And he had never gone out with anyone else after Paige, either, preferring to focus on his schoolwork. He put all of his effort into maintaining his spotless GPA and honing his skills for the basketball team, hoping to be team captain one day.

Besides, he constantly had to worry about keeping the fact that he was a werewolf hidden so as not to draw any unwanted attention from hunters or worse. And so as much as his friends teased him about being an asocial nerd, dating and kissing just weren’t that high on his list of priorities.

Which was why he was still upset with himself for letting Erica and Isaac drag him to some raucous party at Jackson Whittemore’s palatial house. On a school night, no less!

With Boyd out of town visiting family in New York, Erica was without a ride to the wild party, the same one she and Isaac had been talking about nonstop for weeks. Derek being the only other person in their little group of friends with a car, the sleek black Camaro that Laura had passed down to him when she had left for Princeton his freshman year, the scheming duo had turned to him for a ride.

He was helpless to deny them, especially when they both gave him their best puppy dog eyes. How Boyd managed to resist giving Erica whatever she wanted when she jut out her bottom lip and batted her eyelashes oh so innocently, Derek would never know. So, he agreed to drive them to the party, Erica’s promise that Stiles would be at the party perhaps influencing his decision a bit, too. Just maybe.

Because while dating wasn’t very high up on his lift of to-dos and kissing wasn’t something he dedicated himself to pursuing, it didn’t mean he never thought about them. He did. Quite often, as a matter of fact. And the person starring most prominently in his little daydreams and half-baked fantasies he usually reserved for late at night when he couldn’t sleep, was none other than Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles was infectious. Not in a bad way, it was just that everything about him was positively contagious. His enthusiasm, his laughter, his sometimes twisted sense of humor, even his unique way of looking at the world around himself. It was all just contagious.

Derek didn’t know a single person who didn’t laugh when Stiles made some kind of horrendous yet clever pun about whatever time period they were studying in history of whatever formula they were going over in calculus. Even people who, somehow, didn’t like Stiles always cracked a smile at his well placed one liners and sly innuendos.

Except Mr. Harris. But Derek was pretty sure he didn’t have a soul so he didn’t really count.

Stiles was like a ray of sunshine, ushering forth light and warmth to brighten up even the gloomiest day when he strolled into class fashionably late and took a seat in the front row. He never failed to make Derek’s day just a little bit better, whether it be with an offhand joke or a conspiratorial wink in his direction, or even just a smile or wave in greeting when they passed each other in the hallway.

And he was just so genuinely nice, it almost hurt.

He always asked people about how their day was going and actually listened when they answered, sometimes just sitting with someone he barely knew and letting them rant about school or their family or their favorite TV show. When someone was upset, he would just wrap them up in a tight hug or squeeze their shoulder, tell them that he was there if they ever needed someone to talk to.

He never let any bullying go unnoticed, sometimes charging right up to the perpetrator just to divert attention away from whoever was being bullied. He had ended up with his own fair share of black eyes and bloody noses for his troubles, serving weeks worth of time in detention, but it never stopped him.

A few years ago, he had actually smashed Matt Daehler’s phone when the little creep had recorded a video of Erica having an epileptic seizure. Stiles had wrenched the phone out of Matt’s hand and slammed it onto the ground before stomping on it a few times for good measure as he directed his friend Scott to call the nurse.

He was caring and considerate, alway carrying an extra inhaler in case Scott had an asthma attack, keeping an Epipen on hand should anyone have an allergic reaction, his backpack stocked with pads and tampons for people who unexpectedly had their period. He even carried different sized condoms around so no one had unprotected sex if they were too embarrassed to go out and buy their own, giving them away without charging anyone.

Stiles was amazing. And Derek really, really wanted to kiss him.

So, when he saw Stiles sitting down in the circle of people gathering in the living room to play spin the bottle, he threw caution to the wind and took a seat directly across from him. He could feel his ears burn at the curious looks he received from the rest of the people in the makeshift circle, Stiles cocking his head to the side as he scanned his eyes over Derek in blatant curiosity.

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lol get rekt maki-chan

based on an experience of mine with my relative’s son. he was playing around with my old toys when he asked for a hug and as i let him go i didn’t notice my whole body was practically wrapped with a jumping rope.

kids are scary

BONUS:

local nerd gets beaten by three kids how humiliating

i always imagined the little kids liking maki a lot because nico smiles more when she’s around and she’s aaaaalways fun to mess with (they have the same mischievousness as their older sister)

ps: i finally drew them kissing it’s so shameful nico had to stand by her tiptoes to gib her a kiss

Worked with a girl this week who uses her husband as her secretary to text all her regs and I guess he kicks ass at it. Always sending cute messages and if he’s out shopping or whatever he’ll send pics of things like “I saw this and thought of you <<<3″ but she had one reg get way too clingy and he’s like “I can’t handle this dude anymore I’m giving him your real number” and the reg complained that “you’ve changed! you used to be so much nicer” and she just got annoyed and dropped him like ‘yeah cause you’ve been talking dirty with my husband of 5 years, dipshit” 

Also a reg wanted to buy her a computer and bring it to her house and she’s like “I dont’ really want him knowing where I live?” and her husband was like “whatever I want a new computer tell him to stop by” 

Stupidity - Jughead Jones

Anonymous said:

I hate to pile another request on you, but what ‘bout a jughead/reader one, where his S/O persuades him to have a lazy day, and they just cuddle and kiss, nothing more, nothing less.

Originally posted by newtmqs


I’m posting two Jugheads on Valentine’s day because why the Hell not! I tried to make this really fluffy and grossly cheesy for ya! The ending is really bad because I wrote this over two days and lost my ideas. Sorry!!

You weren’t feeling one hundred percent one afternoon, so you called your boyfriend to see if he would be willing to come over. You had been dating Jughead for three months now and were always making plans to hangout. You dialed his number and waited as it rang. After a few moments he finally picked up, “Hey Y/N. I know you love me and all, but we’re literally going out in a few hours.” You let out a giggle, “I was thinking that we could scrap those plans, maybe?” He didn’t say anything for a bit, “Okay sure. Are you feeling alright?” You smiled at his concern, “Just feeling a little low is all.” He laughed on the other end, “You called to see if I would come and cuddle you, right?” You let out another giggle before responding, “Maybe…” He let out an overly dramatic sigh and you could just picture his expression. “I’ll be there soon.”

  He was knocking on your door about ten minutes later. You let him in the house, silently thanking whatever all powerful force had convinced your parents to go out that day. You wrapped your arms around his middle, pressing your face into his shoulder. “Thanks for coming over, Jug,” you whispered and a soft chuckle echoed through his chest. “There’s no need to thank me babe.” You smiled and grabbed his hand, pulling him into your room. When inside, he shed his jacket and hat, placing them on your desk chair. You both settled on your bed, snuggled together under your blankets. Your legs tangled together and his arms pulled you to his chest. “So is this all we’re doing today?” He peered down at you with a grin as you reached up and brushed a strand of dark hair out of his face.

 “Do you have a problem with this, Jones?” You sat up, resting one hand on either side of his hips. You looked down at him and at the smug grin that was etched on his lips. His hand reached up, stroking your cheek lovingly and you rolled your eyes. “I’ll take that as a ‘no’, you whispered and leaned down, pressing your lips softly to his.
He smiled into the kiss, pushing back with fervor. Your hand pulled gently at the hem of his sweater as he cupped the back of your head, deepening the kiss. He carefully turned you on your back so he was leaning half of his weight on your side. He broke the kiss with the movement, but his hand shifted to your jaw. His thumb ran across your jaw and chin, to the edge of your bottom lip. “You look so…” he just trailed off and let out a small chuckle, “nothing in my authorial vocabulary can describe you.” You started to giggle from underneath him, “Is that you trying to be romantic or you admitting that you’re dumb?” He joined in on your laughter, shaking his head at your remark. “Which one sounds better to you,” he asked still looking down into your eyes. “Hmm, from an emotional standpoint, it sounded horribly romantic,” he started to lean down, but you stopped him midway by grabbing his chin. “Although, logically, it seemed like you were accepting your stupidity.” You let go of his face, but he only hovered above your lips.
You smiled widely at him, which caused him to laugh. He buried his head between your shoulder and neck, still laughing. “I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin on your neck as he spoke. “I love you too, Jug,” you said, running your hand across his shoulders to the back of his neck. The tips of your fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck and he turned his head, his nose brushing your jaw.  “We’re so gross,” he said, causing you to laugh a little more. He lifted his head once more to look at your face and you couldn’t help but wonder about how you got so lucky. Little did you know, Jughead was thinking the exact same thing. The rest of the day was spent like that; making each other laugh at silly nonsense and reveling in the other’s comfort.  

[This fic was requested by @justcausewereoutlaws a little while ago. Enjoy!]

 
There is something about ice cream that just makes everything better. [Insert preferred ice cream flavor here] was my favourite, I always made sure to have some in the flat and when we didn’t have any I got Frosty to grab some. However there was that one time when Puddin’ brought me back a tub after evading The Bat, it was completely melted by the time he gave it to me but it’s the thought that counts. 
  The man tied to the chair screamed around his gag but I was so into my cone that I was barely paying attention. Puddin’ was doing a mighty fine number on him but I was in my own little world even though I just love watchin’ Mister J play with his toys.
  “Can you stop that,” I heard him growl, but I ignored it thinking he was talking to the big stupid in the chair.

***Mister J’s P.O.V***

  Y/N didn’t even acknowledge me which was equal parts annoying and arousing. Her eyes were almost always on me, she almost always obeyed me, but she wasn’t tonight. She sat on the edge of the island with her leg extended and her gold pump resting on the back of my old pal’s chair. She was sitting there all oblivious like the brat didn’t know what she was doing. She was leaning back with the straps of her dress hanging off both of her shoulders while that sinful tongue of hers swirled around her ice cream.
  “Oh look, this is all wrong,” I groaned.
  She remained completely oblivious and I kept getting distracted by that pretty little mouth of hers. I wanted to take her over my knee for ruining the moment, John and I were building a relationship here, torturer to the tortured. Does she realise how much progress she has ruined? We’ll have to start completely from the top. Fuck it.

***Y/N’s P.O.V***

  I jumped, narrowly saving my cone and I watched, unable to help the giggle that escaped me when Mister J cut the ropes and the mans body hit the floor with a thud.
  “Look what you did,” he growled.
  I looked up at Mister J innocently, “What do you mean? I wasn’t doing anything!”
  He glared at the ice cream in my hand and a light bulb went off in my head. There was a body in our flat and if I wasn’t careful there would be two, but it was too tempting to pass up. Ever so slowly I trailed my tongue across the icy goodness, never taking my eyes off of him for a second.
  His eyes narrowed, a sound building in his chest as he moved toward me. With a squeal I tried to scramble away but he grabbed my leg and yanked me back across the island to him. He gripped my hair, and I gasped as he pulled my face to his. 
  “This little mouth of yours is gonna’ get you hurt,” he growled, his tongue grazing the corner of my mouth where some ice cream had been and I squirmed. 
  “Not my favourite flavor,” 
  I began to unbutton his shirt, “No? What’s your favourite flavor Mister J?” I whispered.
  His fingers dug into my thighs as he slowly spread my legs. 
  “You’re not mad about him?” I let out a shaky breath.
  “I didn’t say that, Y/N,”
  In an instant he had me bent over the island with one hand around my throat while the other tore my undies. 
  He purred, his hand coming down hard on my rear, “I scream,”
  Another smack, “You scream,”
  I felt him ready himself at my entrance, another smack, “We all scream for-”
  “Ice cream,” I moaned.

Boyfriend!Mingyu
  • CUDDLE BEAR
  • He loves backing hugging you, resting his chin on your head
  • So protective 
  • like he always texts you to make sure you’re doing well through out the day
  • Forehead pecks
  • Him being clingy
  • You’ll go out shopping for food and he carries the list of what you need
  • Loves when he can get a two for one deal
  • He’s the cook in the house
  • Literally everything he makes is restaurant worthy
  • “Instead of an idol you should’ve been a chef” you say all the time 
  • He just gives you a toothy grin
  • Cheesy pick up lines
  • “ Y/N! There’s something wrong with my phone! It doesn’t have your number in it!”
  • “Mingyu, we’re dating”
  • Loves PDA, he doesn’t give a single fuck, if he wants to kiss you,he’ll do it
  • He’s such a dom
  • He loves seeing you squirm and wiggle under him as he teases you
  • Sex with Mingyu will always be hot and rough
  • Bite marks are his thing
  • Seeing you with his bite marks gets him all hot and bothered
  • He’s an ass man, he likes it when you wear tight pants so he can get a view of that ass
  • playfully squeezing your ass as he passes you by
  • When he suggested to get a puppy, you couldn’t refuse
  • BUT when you get to the store, you don’t leave with just one but two chocolate lab puppies
  • He’s an amazing “father” to the pups
  • Like he literally is so fatherly with them
  • HUSBAND MATERIAL LIKE MARRY HIM
  • He loves you so much, he always knows he can count on you and you know you can count on him
  • He’d do anything that makes you happy
  • Even if it’s just making cookies at 2am because you’re craving them
  • He gives you a ring with your initials engraved on it
  • “ I love you Kim Mingyu”
  • “ I love you too”

-RI<3

Can’t believe its been a whole year since Zayn released Pillowtalk. Every time i hear it I’m brought back to the exactly moment i heard it. It’s like my heart jumps for a seconds, like the world stops for a second. Its an indescribable nostalgic feeling that i can’t quite put into words. Its so amazing reading the part in Zayn’s book about the night it got released because you see how happy he was, how happy WE made him by making pillowtalk go number one in SO MANY countries. I still remember playing it everywhere and even hearing it being played on the radio, in stores, and by people i knew and feeling so happy! And I’m so proud of all the things Zayn has achieved since the day it was released. Pillowtalk will forever be iconic and will always hold a special place in my heart :)