like really how can you not love him

Autistic Nico Di Angelo
(otherwise known as me projecting)

  • Super sensitive to bright lights, likes to be in the dark.
  • His jacket is weighted
  • HATES being touched/hugged/anything like that.
  • Does not make eye contact. Stares at your forehead.
  • When he cant think of what to say he just like makes frustrated noises and flaps his hands.
  • Flaps his hands a lot. He likes wearing oversized jackets and shirts because of how the sleeves flap around.
  • He really loves to talk about mythomagic and infodump, but it takes a little bit of prompting and assuring him that you wanna hear for him to get there.
  • Once he starts talking though he can go on for hours.
  • Super super picky eater like he has 3 foods he will eat and food that touches other food like casseroles or even getting mixed up on his plate? no thanks.
  • Likes to walk around on the balls of his feet.
  • He gets overwhelmed at camp events a lot because everyone is talking so loud and there are so many conversations going on at once.
  • He gets noise cancelling headphones to wear when its just too busy for him to be around, and it helps a lot.
  • Really really hates any strong smells. Candles, strong food smells, anything like that is like….painful.
  • Has meltdowns when he’s really overwhelmed (which happens pretty often when he first comes to camp bc its just so busy)
  • H a t e s brushing his teeth like he cannot stand it
  • Someone: “Nico how do you feel today?”
    Nico: “Uh…meh?”
  • He loves that jacket like its his favorite thing ever
  • Dissociates when the overstimulation is at a really extreme level.
  • His verbal-ness (i guess?) varies depending on the situation like sometimes he wont stop talking and other times he just cant talk at all.
Jealous! - Haechan

Originally posted by dovounq

Request:  Hello! Can I request when you’re dating Haechan and you like to tease him a lot so you’re being affectionate with Jisung and telling Haechan that Jisung is the og boyfriend and he gets jealous

A/n: I almost didn’t write this one, but I’m glad that I did lol :)

Masterlist

  • Haechan is so cute
  • I love his cute little smile so much
  • ughhh just such a cute and smiley boy 💓
  • (I love how I said all that ^^ yet look at him in the gif lol, he’s still really cute though)

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anonymous asked:

Hello,, sorry for disturbing! Can I ask you a question? You can ignore it but. I’m new to the fandom. I’m really ‘into’ louis, and I wanted to ask you, how do you see him? I mean his personality, as a person etc? I hope it’s okay to ask this. Since he’s a ‘real life’ person and I don’t know..I’m just really insecure about what I think, and I would love to know if my opinion on him is ‘true’ or most ‘common’ ? if I make sense. like I see him as someone insecure etc. those stuff like that...

hmmm i’d need like a 10 page essay to describe louis tbh i see him as someone who’s so full of /life/ like ofc he’s a celeb and you should keep in mind that we don’t know him personally but this is someone ive “seen grow up” for 7 years now, his personality is so vibrant, i see a pic of him smiling and just automatically have to smile like :’) he carries this aura around him which is so calming to me i cant even explain it gives me inner peace like ~few relax, he cares cares cares so much it’s incredible how much love he can fit in his tiny body, he’s fiercely protective, open to everyone welcoming yet closed off and careful in a smart way, hes quirky, funny and uplifting, and an absolute sunshine when he’s his happy self, like when you spend 30 mins of your time looking “deeper” than what the public gets to see what he’s gone/still goes through is just awful yet he manages to always think of others before himself he turns his own heartbreaks into something others can find strength in, he lets his songs tell his story, he saves lives, i see so many comments of people saying how he literally saved their life, he’s brave he’s /good/ he’s genuinely a good person he gives without asking anything back and cares for others when he feels sad and asks them not to mention anything to the public bc he could care less about publicity or needing a pat on the shoulder for it, he donated literal millions on charity, he notices, he’s the first to notice when people are uncomfortable and tries to make them feel at ease by making jokes and lifting the mood, he’s humble, always appreciative and thankful, he’s just…. genuinely a good person with a heart of gold, it’s interesting that you said ‘insecure’ because yes his confidence dropped immensely over the years and it had everything to do with how he was treated by the label and everyone around,some “fans” even, but he finds confidence from his fans and we find strength from him, it’s a real teamwork♥️

Kokichi isnt that bad!

I’m making my own post because this is kinda long… Kokichi is a good boy if you get to know him. He can be soft and sweet. His lying is a coping mechanism to help him through traumatic situations. Everyone in the game is a stereotype with a deeper meaning. Edgy shy detective. Annoyed angry babysitter. Rich explorer. Monotone maid. Sound familiar? Kokichi’s stereotype is your typical annoying grade school bully. He lies about everything just to hide how he really feels. Only when he has snapped does he reveal what he is really like. Scared. Kokichi is just a scared little kid who craves love and affection like a drug and hides it to look stronger. You know what kind of childhood you have to have to get like that? A horrible one that’s what.

anonymous asked:

Richie, you didn’t answer what’s one thing you hate and love about Eddie!

Ah shit, my bad!

Thing I Hate: How much he can stress himself out with school, or with me. I want to give him a day away from Derry just to chill out and enjoy himself, he needs time away from his Mom and from exams and stuff, I think it would really help him.

Thing I Love: He knows exactly how to calm me down, which can be difficult for the others sometimes because I’m kind of a handful. Like he knows when I’m upset or angry or nervous because I tap my fingers on my knee like a drum, it’s a coping mechanism for my ADHD. He knows to hold my hand when it’s shaking because he knows how embarrassed I get because of it. 

- Richie

You know what wonders me…

Whenever I find a tweet from any NCTzen non Doyoung Biased who met them or went to a fansign etc, saying something like:

“ I was really surprised at how handsome Doyoung is in real”

I mean, he had always been THAT HANDSOME!

You just need to take a look at all my posts to realize… If you are to lazy I’m going to leave this images for you to admire.

I don’t know, it’s not just about Doyoung, every member is really handsome I can’t imagine how more handsome this boys can get in real, even when I already saw them performing live in front of my damn face it still looks like seeing a photo with no retouch.

Funny story is that when I started as an NCTzen Yuta (I mean I still really loving him) and Hansol were the ones who dragged me but when Limitless hit my face with Doyoung slaying Orange hair (more than 7 sense era) I felt like being hit on the face with a damn brick, he is just so cute and handsome for me, obvsly Hansol is still my first love (but now he is finally getting the attention he deserves and I stan him along with Timoteo)but Doyoung means a lot to me now, not just because he is handsome or cute, he is more than his face, he sings awesome, he has a talk ability and he loves it, my mom NCTzen or K-pop fans friends had said that Doyoung and I are pretty similar in some superficial things (I mean even if he shows us some actions or some attitude it doesn’t mean it’s how he really is in his normal life), he has said some pretty things I totally agree, he is just so important to me, as an artist.

I wasn’t gonna start a new DA2 playthrough before I started Origins, but since can’t buy it for at least until next month I couldn’t wait and finally started my mage game. So far, I really like Carver. I like Bethany too and it’s interesting to see the same parts of the game with their different reactions. I get it how Carver feels bitter because he’s overshadowed by his big brother, but he still respects him and his decisions. My Hawke loves his little bro very much and I’m trying to up his friendship, but since there’s not much time… I don’t know if I can get it to 100%.

The first time I played as a warrior and supported mages and now I’m playing as a mage who will support templars LOL this wasn’t intentional, but it should be fun!

You know that mission to find Feynriel that, if you take Fenris to the slaver he can “make him talk” and you get friendship points if you chose to kill them? I got this in my first game, but then in the cave part I didn’t take him and let the slavers go for whatever reason I cant remember. But this time I took him and killed the slavers even after Varric told his little white lie about the boy and I started to laugh out loud because he got so happy saying “time to die little guy” like, this is still early on in game… In my headcanon Fenris is one of the last companions that Hawke meets, so Fenris is still observing Hawke to see if he can be trusted. And now I can’t stop imagining him smirking happily everytime Hawke kills slavers thinking ‘I like this guy’.

There were numerous things that we refreshing about the introduction and development of Bob Newby’s character on season 2 of Stranger Things:

1. There are so many stories wherein the single mother keeps attracting “the wrong men.” Along with this, single mothers on screen partially take on the blame for attracting “the wrong men.” They do not do this to Joyce and Bob.

2. Bob Newby is in love with Joyce Byers, and this love and affection for her is not mocked. There are multiple instances of them being casually affectionate to one another, modeling positive adult relationships on screen.

3. Bob Newby shows genuine care and concern for Joyce’s children. He’s not just nice to them because he loves Joyce. He wants to include the boys into his life. He does family movie nights and gives advice. He accepts them as his own.

4. Bob Newby prioritizes Joyce and her children over his things and himself. He didn’t care that his video recorder was banged up. He cared about Will’s safety. He also actively put himself in danger to ensure Joyce and Will’s survival. 

5. We skip all of the doubt and disbelief in the narrative. Bob accepts the reality of the situation, no matter how bizarre and “crazy” it is. He does not mock Joyce or her family. He immediately does what he can to be helpful.

6. The boys talk about him after the incident at the facility. He’s not gone and forgotten in one second. Bob Newby is mourned and remembered as an influential person in Hawkins who paved the way for the boys. 

I loved this character not just because he was a really good guy, but because his character broke so many ridiculous tropes that just end up shaming families like Joyce’s for struggling through things. 

This is how you write a good supporting character. 

Can you believe there’re still people who think Jeon Jungkook dislikes Park Jimin?


Like

How

I mean-

Are they blind???

Like

Really

I don’t get it

How can they even think about Jungkook disliking Park Jimin?

The Arrangement (pt 9)

“Is the child even mine, Y/N?”

You stare at him wide-eyed. Did he really just ask that? You felt like you couldn’t breathe in that moment. Jimin was actually being serious. He had actually thought that low of you. He had doubted your love and sincerity towards him. 
His faith in you had shattered and in turn, he had shattered your heart. 

You turned away from him, unable to look at him anymore. Jimin scoffed as you turned away, not noticing the single tear that fell from your eyes. You sat there in silence for another minute. Jimin was still fuming. He wanted answers from you and he wanted them now. 

Just as he was about to start yelling again, you cut him off. 

“You really want to know what’s going on between me and Tae?” you said with a straight face, wiping away the tears in your eyes. You take out your keys from your purse and push them into Jimin’s hands. “Go inside the house”

Jimin eyed the keys in his hands curiously. “Don’t avoid this conversation by telling me to go into the fucking house” he sneered at you. 

“Dammit Jimin just go into the house!” you almost yelled back. Jimin had finally noticed the pained expression on your face, but he didn’t care. He got out of the car and slammed the door behind him. You too had gotten out of the car, and walked lifelessly behind Jimin to the front door. 

Jimin managed to find the house keys amongst the many keychains you had and finally put the key in the door. As he tried to unlock the door, he noticed your hands in fists as you tried to control the shaking. You had wiped away your tears, but it was quite obvious that you were upset. 

Jimin finally unlocked the door and opened it to find a rather dark house. You both would usually leave at least a small lamp on so that you weren’t met with a dark house, but no such lights were on today. Jimin’s frustration only grew as he struggled to find the light switch near the entrance. Soon though, he found the switch and turned it on. 

“SURPRISE!!!” 

Jimin jumped back from the sudden burst of noise. Jimin looked around the house, only to find it full. Full of his family, friends, and various decorations. There in front of Jimin stood all of his favorite things. The most important people in his life and some of his friends he hadn’t seen in a very long time. There in front of him stood some family from out of the country that he had also missed seeing. There in front of him stood hundreds upon hundreds of decorations in all his favorite colors. Ballons were floating on the ceiling and banners and streamers filled the house. There was something childish yet classy about it and Jimin loved it. Jimin couldn’t even begin to take it all in. He just stood there and smiled at everyone like a fool, totally forgetting about the whole ordeal that happened in the car. 

Suddenly, a group of guys surrounded him and messed with his hair and gave him a few light hits and punches. “Happy Birthday, Jimin!” they said in turns. “Were you surprised??” asked Jungkook.

“How do you like it??” ask Namjoon. 

“We spent like hours with the decorations he better like it” said Hoseok.

“Hours? Well me and Y/N spent weeks, no months, planning this whole thing. We literally went shopping every week because she thought of something new to get. You must have known, right Jimin? Like weren’t you the least bit suspicious?” asked Taehyung as he threw his arm around Jimin’s shoulders. 

And that’s when it hit him. That’s when he remembered what he had just accused you of and Jimin’s heart sank. What had he just done. 

He turned around quickly, finally facing you with his eyes wide. You gave him the smallest of smiles and Jimin noticed your lips trembling as you tried your hardest to hold back tears and break down. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you say in almost a whisper, but he could still hear it. 

He tries to reach out for you, but you walk away into the sea of guests. and before he can try again, he is greeted by more guests, blocking him entirely. 

You try your hardest to smile and greet guests, but you eventually excuse yourself to change into something a little comfortable. You all but run into your shared bedroom with Jimin and lock yourself into the bathroom. You finally let the tears fall freely and you cover your mouth to hold back the sobs. You don’t know how long you stood there in the bathroom, but by now you were numb. You can hear the party at full swing outside, with loud music and people talking. Surely no one would miss your presence. You realize you can’t stay in the bathroom forever though so you will yourself to get through just tonight. You wipe off all the tear-stained makeup and wash your face with warm water. But your eyes are still kind of red. You walk into your side of the closet and try to find something more suitable for the party. 

Jimin is finally free of most of the guests at this point and begins his search for you again. He had seen you talking to a few people, but that was at least half an hour ago. 

“Sweetheart, Happy Birthday” Jimin hears. His mom and dad walk up to him, arms open for a hug. Jimin gives them a warm smile, despite his mind being focused on finding you. 

“Thank you” he says as he returns the hug. 

“Jimin, this is your last birthday as just a married man! Come next birthday, you’ll be a father too” Jimins father said. He was probably more excited than Jimin for the baby to arrive. He couldn’t wait to spoil his grandchild. 

“That’s right Jimin! The baby will be here for your next birthday darling” his mother chimes. “Enjoy this while it lasts son. You and Y/N will have your hands full this time next year” she continues. 

“Uh.. speaking of Y/N, have you seen her?” Jimin asks nervously. 

“Oh, I believe I heard her saying that she was going to go change into something more comfortable. But she’s been missing for a while, Why don’t you go change and make sure she’s ok too sweetheart?” Jimins mom says as she practically pushes him in the direction of their shared room. 


Jimin walks nervously towards their room, not knowing how to approach you and beg for your forgiveness. Why did he ever doubt you? The look on your face when you had just wished him happy birthday haunted his mind. 

He opens the door to your shared room and to his surprise, it is also fully decorated. There are balloons dancing across the ceiling and twinkle lights around the room. Jimin walked further into the room sitting on the bed as he tried to take it all in. He noticed the light on inside the bathroom and realized you were inside. He looked around the room and realized just how much you had planned. You really had gone the extra mile. 

Jimin finally notices a wrapped present on his nightstand. It was beautifully wrapped with a bouncy bow on the top. He had no doubt in his mind that you wrapped it. 

He carefully ripped the wrapping paper off, only to be met with a white box. He slid the box open and Jimin was shocked. Inside laid the childhood book he had you about all those many nights ago, The Velveteen Rabbit. The book had been published many times, but Jimin had initially owned a very old copy, dating back to around the 50′s. When he tried to find the same book, he couldn’t find the same copy or anyone willing to sell. But the book that laid in front of him was something beyond his imagination. 

He opened up the front cover and looked at the first page. The publishing date of this book dated back to 1922, meaning this was the very first edition. This must have cost a fortune, let alone impossible to find. 

Inside the book also had a small card. Jimin took the card out and placed the book on the side of the bed. He carefully opened up the card to find your small and beautiful handwriting on a pretty birthday card.

Dearest Jimin,

Happy Birthday, sweets! I thank god for blessing me with you everyday. And I guess I’m also thanking your parents for what they did 22 years and 9 months ago. ;)

 I know that we didn’t get into this marriage by choice, but I can happily say now that I always, always will pick you. I love you so, so much. I know I’ve been busy these last couple of weeks, but I hope you finally understand why and hopefully this all makes up for it. Did you like your gift? You really weren’t kidding when you said it was hard to find! I hope one day in the future, we can read this book to our child and maybe they will love it as much as you do. You’re going to be a wonderful father, Jimin. I just know it. I can’t wait to meet our little baby in a few months! Ok, I’m rambling…in a letter. Anyways, love you baby. Hope you have a wonderful day <3

Love, 

Y/n

Jimins hands trembled as he read the letter. How could he have doubted your love for him? How could he have been so stupid? Just then, he heard the door of your bathroom and you emerge, seconds later. Jimin stands up and meets your eyes for the first time in a while. 

It’s obvious that you’ve been crying but you tried to cover it well. But he could still tell. The glow from your eyes were long gone. You look at Jimin with a blank expression, as if you had just seen right through him and it sends a shiver down his spine and it scared him. 

You break eye contact and start to make your way to your door but Jimin stops you as he grabs your wrists. “Baby I- I’m so sor-” he starts. But before he can finish, you yank your hand out of his and walk out the door, leaving Jimin alone in the room.

Jimin stood frozen in the room as the door slammed shut after you walked out. How was he going to make it up to you?


You had returned to the party and Jimin soon followed behind you but you had already started mingling with guests again. You refused to even look in Jimin’s direction. If you even felt him coming closer to you, you would make the effort to move away. 

Jimin noticed you avoiding him and it was hard to get to you. There were so many guests! But Jimin wasn’t the only one who noticed the change. Taehyung also noticed the second you tried to excuse yourself to go change. You seemed really upset and it was easy to see that it was because something had happened between you and Jimin. Though it wasn’t in his place to pry, he felt bad that you were so upset on the day you spent the last 2 months planning. 

Taehyung had found you amongst the crowd and the people you were talking to had excused themselves. You gave Taehyung a small smile, but even he could tell how forced it was. “hey…you okay?” he asks slowly, hoping not to get anyone else’s attention.

Your smile slowly fades only for you to give him a faker smile seconds later. “I’m fine, Tae. Why?” you say, hoping not to discuss anything at the moment. You knew that if you talked about it, you would end up crying again.

“H-have you been crying? I don’t mean to pry, but is everything ok between you and Jimin? I just don’t want you to be upset today after all you planning for it!” he says. 

But before you could answer, you felt arms snake around your waist. “Nothing is going on, Tae. Don’t worry about. And thanks again man for throwing me this party. You’ve planned it so well with Y/n” Jimin says, showing up out of the blue. You look up at Jimin, surprised that you didn’t see him coming. Both the anger and sadness filled you up again. Taehyung could practically see all the tension in the air. 

You pulled Jimin’s arms around your waist, rather forcefully. “Excuse me boys, but I’m going to set up the food” you say as you give Taehyung another fake smile and walk towards the kitchen, not even giving Jimin a glance.”

“Dude what the hell happened?” Taehyung asks Jimin, pulling him to a corner. 

“Nothing, just drop it” says Jimin, growing frustrated. 

“I usually would, but not today. Do you you have any idea how much time and effort your wife put into planning tonight? She’s been excited about this for months. She has poured her love into every step of planning, and yet here she looks like she’s going to breakdown at any second. Look, I get that it’s your birthday and you don’t want to be listening to this right now, but whatever it is that happened between you two, I hope you can make up. You’re my best friend, Jimin. But Y/N is a good friend now too” Taehyung explains.

Jimin looked at Taehyung with a pained expression. He knew he had hurt you badly. It was evident in your eyes. But Jimin didn’t want to tell his best friend that just moments before you of cheating with him. Come to think of it, it was stupid that he even doubted you. He should have known his best friend would never betray him like that. And more importantly, he should have known you would have never betrayed him like that. He should have never doubted you. But he couldn’t tell Taehyung, at least not now. “It’s none of your business Taehyung, so drop it. Whatever it is, it’s between me and Y/n, so stay out of it” Jimin says before walking away, not even seeing Taehyung’s hurt expression.


Jimin kept trying to get you alone after that multiple times, but you evaded him at all costs. It was hard to enjoy the party when he could only focus on you and making things right with you. Before he could attempt talking to you again though, he was called to cut a cake. Everyone starting singing happy birthday and people were pushing you to go stand next to Jimin. You stood there awkwardly as people were singing and Jimin kept looking at you. Finally the song was over and Jimin blew out the candles. People then started to chant “Kiss” in hopes of you to kiss the birthday boy. You kept trying to wave it off, but it seemed like no one was having it. Jimin looked at you hopefully. He didn’t care that everyone else was in the room. He just wanted to kiss you senseless and show you just how sorry he was and how much he had loved you. 

You turned to Jimin, and any smile you had one was quickly gone and Jimin’s heart sank. “Happy Birthday, Jimin” you said quietly as you kissed him on the cheek really quickly before turning to face everyone else. Jimin tried to keep his smile up, but people could kind of sense the tension at this point. 

You almost never called him Jimin anymore. It was always “sweets” or some other cute nickname you would come up with it. So when you use his real name, he knew it was serious. 


The rest of the party went rather slowly for both you and Jimin. People had started drinking and everyone was having their fun. Jimin tried to make the most of the party that you had worked for and decided that you needed your space for now. You on the other hand were just trying to make it through the rest of the night. Fortunately for you though, Taehyung and the rest of his friends had kept you company for the majority of the time.

 Pretty soon though, people filed out of the house. Though you had wanted the party to end, you were anxious now. You realized that after everyone would leave, you would be alone with Jimin and you really didn’t want that. You anxiously waited as one by one, the guests started to leave. Eventually your parents and Jimin’s parents were leaving too 

On their way out, Jimin’s mom pulled Jimin to the side. “I don’t know what happened between you two, but don’t keep a pregnant woman mad at you for too long, son. It’s not too good to keep the mother of your child angry at you. Trust me when I say your father can vouch for that” she says. Jimin gives her a small smile as she too leaves. Maybe you were just this mad because you were hormonal? He just needed to get you alone and he could work things out. 

Soon enough, there were just a few people left and they were all starting getting ready to leave too. One by one, they filed out, and you were getting more antsy by the second. One friend of Jimin’s though was quite drunk. His girlfriend struggled to even get him walking properly and since she was far smaller than him, she needed help getting him to the car. “Hey birthday boy, sorry to ask you of this, but could you help me get this drunk ass to our car? I don’t think I can support his weight” she asked. 

As much as Jimin wanted to just kick the remaining people out of his house, he knew he should help his friend. He turned to look back at you as you began to clean some things in the kitchen. “Don’t go anywhere, I’ll be back in a second. I need to talk to you” he said before grabbing his friend by the shoulders and heading out the door. You said your goodbyes and then, it was just you in the house. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided that you could clean everything else in the morning. You were both physically and emotionally drained. 

Before turning off the lights in the room, you took one more glance at all the decorations. “I hope he liked it..” you said out loud. 


Jimin practically threw his friend into the car before running back to the house. He yanked the door open, only to find the house somewhat dark again. He ran to his room, only to find the bathroom lights on. He was relieved that you were still here. For a moment, he thought you had left. 

How was he going to make this up to you? What words would make things right again? He called you a slut, he said he regretted marrying you. He asked if the child was even his, and he could practically see your heart break. He sat on the bed, running his hands through has hair nervously. 

Soon, you had finished your night time routine and you hadn’t even realized that you had started to cry again. You came out of the bathroom with your hand placed protectively over your stomach. The only comfort you had right now was the little one inside you. Oh how you just wanted to hold you baby soon. 

You jumped a little when you saw Jimin, not expecting him. You decided that you didn’t want to be in the same room as him for a while, so you walked to your side of the bed and grabbed your pillow while Jimin was trying to form the right words. Jimin noticed your tear stained face and he felt his heart drop at how sad you looked in that moment. You just look so drained, and he was the reason behind it all. 

“Y/N I’m so– wait what are you doing” he asked as you grabbed your pillow. You didn’t reply and instead you just made your way back to your old room, thankful that a bed was still there.

Jimin was surprised for a second and didn’t register what was happening. Recently, you had been saying that you found it hard to sleep without him there and he felt the same too. You always snuggled up to him at the end of the day and now, you didn’t even want to be in the same room? After a hot second, Jimin followed you.

“Wait, don’t just leave. Y/N I’m sorry, ok? Just look at me baby, please” he was pleading as he followed behind you like a lost dog. But you didnt reply and you were crying again. You practically ran the last few steps and before Jimin could reach you, you closed the door on his face and locked the door. You layed down on the bed and tried to calm your heart. You were so hurt, so tired. You just wanted to sleep. 

Jimin on the other hand was pounding on your door, not wanting you to sleep alone and in pain. He needed you as much as you needed him to sleep. And more than anything, he wanted your love for him again. 

“Baby, please” he said. “I’m sorry ok? I didn’t mean the things I said. Please, let me see you ok? Let me hold you tonight and we can talk through everything in the morning” he was begging. But you never opened the door, and Jimin knew to give up till the sun rose again. He was going to get you to forgive him, one way or another. No more mistakes, he thought to himself. No. More. Mistakes.


A/N: SORRY FOR THE WAIT. HERE IT IS. IDK IF I LIKE IT BUT I HOPE YOU DO. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD GIVE ME SOME FEEDBACK. also lowkey need more angst so be prepared for that. 

Previous Parts: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

I wrote this directly after I left my first Harry Styles concert. My emotions were more elevated, and now that I’ve had some time to sit and reflect, I feel a little less raw. Keep that in mind.

I definitely got carried away, just needed to type it out, I guess. It seems a bit mad, and I’m slightly hesitant to post, but maybe someone else can resonate and understand.

Music does fucking weird things to you, man.

Warning: it’s pretty aggressive in terms of “I miss this fucking boyband so much, I cry about it,” but you all know.

It’s not just a boyband.

You get it.


I saw Harry Styles at the Chicago Theatre on September 26th.

Several people have asked me for an update.

First disclaimer: this is less of a concert play-by-play and more of a word vomit. About One Direction. About Harry. About the hiatus, the crazy shit it’s made me feel over the past two years, the future. All a bunch of nonsense - or maybe not - thoughts.

Honesty hour ensues.


Let me preface this by saying I’m grateful. So beyond grateful for all my experiences. I won’t take advantage of that. I never have. Never will.


One Direction holds an interesting pull over millions of people. Me included. I fell in love with them on a whim - it wasn’t intentional. I don’t understand it. I can’t make sense of it. I can’t explain to others why I’m so invested. But at this point, I don’t bother with an explanation. I love to love them.

“One Direction is broken up. You still listen to them?” The amount of times I’ve heard this. I’m homesick for people who don’t know I exist. Moderately crazy, but shows the extent of the soul this band put into their music and performances and relationships with each other. And us. I feel tied to it.

Is any other fandom like this? I don’t know. Nor will I ever know.


Anyone who knows me knows I’ve had a very difficult time with the whole “solo” endeavor. One Direction is the biggest and most important part of my early 20’s, and for it to stop so abruptly and without any closure has taken an embarrassing toll on me. My best friend and I have become sickeningly close during our travels - we’ve experienced seven shows together, one of which was out the country - and to me, One Direction concerts became a place to make some of our deepest memories that no one else can replicate, or understand. I met friends - my Rita - through this band. I met you guys. It’s been two years of wondering and waiting if and when they would make a return into our lives, and then. Instead. We got solo Harry. Full force.

I understand the point of the break. I get it. Overworked. Shit management. I’ve exhausted the topic in my own mind, and with others. Doesn’t mean I’m jumping for joy over it. I’m a 1d stan at heart; I support them as individuals, but when it comes down to it, my loyalties lie with the band.

I’ll be candid and real, which I’m often not on this blog. I initially jumped on the “1d went on hiatus because of Harry” bandwagon. My original logic: he said he was the one who initiated it. He was the one who had solid plans. Louis said he fought it. Niall said he wasn’t ready for it. And after closely paying attention to hundreds of interviews since 2015, Harry has clearly showed his gratitude toward the band - don’t get me wrong - but he’s the only one who hasn’t talked about a return date. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t want to give false hope. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t know and doesn’t want anyone to read too much into his words. Maybe he’s moved on. Whatever the case, I shied away from his career at the beginning and couldn’t get excited like everyone else seemed to be. It hurt my heart to see him so happy and thriving away from the pieces that helped him with his start, his life. Honestly, I know I would have felt hesitant about whoever happened to go fully solo first (Zayn doesn’t count - that’s a very different situation). Sure, Niall and Louis had singles out last year, but it’s not the same as embracing a new album, a new identity. It just so happened to be Harry first.

Second disclaimer: I hate that the band isn’t together, but I could never hate any direct member for that. Ever. No one is specifically responsible. And I know that.

My vision is clouded. Selfishly, I didn’t want Harry (or any of them, really) to fall out of love with the past because I wasn’t ready to fall out of love with it. It’s brought me so much joy and love and laughter and experiences. It feels like I’m begging please don’t move on without me. I’ve found a major piece of myself because of this band, and as ridiculous as it sounds, I now feel a little lost. Being 25 is weird enough in itself, in terms of career and relationships and generally just being, and now take away the part that gave me stability and my independence, and I’m just. Wandering. Waiting for something to happen to make me feel as happy as One Direction did.

Reading that back sounds ridiculous. But I’m not the only one here.

I know what this looks like, what it sounds like. I know how skewed my perspective is. I’m doing my best to fix it.


I have Harry’s album memorized. I love a few songs, like a few, dislike a few. I guess that goes for every album. His style has changed from what we’re used to, as has some of his lyrics, but the quirkiness is still the same. The heart is still there. I knew it would be.

I was overwhelmed walking into the show. It’s been over two years since I’ve seen a member of 1d on stage in front of me. I had high expectations - expectations for his performance, expectations about how I wanted to feel once it was over. The venue was beautiful. It was the perfect place to listen to this album live for the first time. Echoey and full of charm and personality. Crystals. Velvet couches in the box seating area. Marbles floors and winding staircases. Pink hues across the stage. Simple, effective lighting. Harry. All Harry. No more crowds by the thousands, no more booming music, no more larger than life stage. Somehow, I felt more anxious.

He did not disappoint. But then again, I didn’t expect him to. For the past three years, he’s always done the best job at captivating my attention whilst performing. Nothing has changed in that sense.

It felt like the final nail in the coffin for 1d, kind of. My friend’s words. It’s too hard to imagine him doing this and then going back to a place where he doesn’t get to 100% put his whole self into what he’s doing, and has to share and compromise on ideas. I understand that. It would be counterproductive to work backwards. It wouldn’t be impossible, but it would definitely feel less organic.

Not just for Harry. For all of them.

Doesn’t mean I’ve lost faith, though.

“It’s been two years since we’ve last seen each other,” he said, “and in those two years, I missed you so much.”

I cried from the moment I sat down until I got back to my hotel room.

I like to be overwhelmed by music. But not like this.

I think part of it is because this was only the fourth night of his tour. It’s still brand new. I’m still not well acquainted with it. New territory, uncharted. I sound so ugly for being so conflicted about solo endeavors, especially when I know there were people who won’t get the chance to see him and I did. I’m grateful, I promise. I’m working meticulously to sort my brain from my heart.

I’m seeing Niall in a few weeks. God help me if I feel this royally fucked over from him, too.


Harry has not left behind his roots. That much was clear. I don’t think I was ever really worried about that part, because he’s pure and kind and appreciates everything in his life for what it is. He would never speak an ill word about 1d. Ever. I don’t think he has any ill words. I sobbed when he performed WMYB. I loathe that song. It felt like a small piece of home, anyway, him using their start as a part of his start. He looked gorgeous. He sounded like a dream. He doesn’t have as much room to prance, but he made do. No catwalk, no problem. I missed his voice. His speaking voice, preaching to the crowds about love and bravery. His terrible jokes. His gratitude. Christ, it felt so good to have him in front of me again.

Kiwi was exceptional. The crowd went off. SOTT was overbearing in a beautiful way. Hearing everyone scream “woman!” all at once was a Goddamn experience. The room was deafening for the entire show.

It wasn’t the same. I didn’t expect it to be, but I wanted it to be.

My friend kept saying, “One Direction is so dead and I couldn’t care less.” I care. I hate the division amongst the fans, amongst the media. “Pick a team.” I don’t want to. Right now, my friend loves Harry more than One Direction as a whole, so she doesn’t understand. I’m not going to try to make her. The crowd chanted “Harry” during the encore, and my heart hurt in the strangest way. I told Rita about it. “Ugh. Just Harry.” I knew she’d understand. She almost always does.

I love Harry Styles. With my entire heart. He was happy on that stage. Even while I stood in the back with my face in my hands, I could see that. I’m happy he’s happy. I love nothing more than a happy Harry. The world is a better place when he’s smiling.

That doesn’t mean that I don’t feel unsettled.

It’s out of my control. Accept the good that comes along with changes. Something I’m learning. Something I’m sure all five original members of One Direction are also learning.


I’m seeing him again on Saturday, in Boston. I’m hoping the initial shock will be mostly worn off and now that I know what solo 1d feels like, I’ll feel more ready for it. More ready for his sequined suit, his smile, his note changes, his band that isn’t the one we’re all used to, the harmonies that bleed together as if it was fate, the lack of three other boys who I miss terribly.

Maybe he misses them as much as I do.


I saw Harry Styles at the Chicago Theatre on September 26th. He was stunning. He moved me to tears. He ran with a rainbow flag, made us scream about pizza, looked beautiful in the neon pink lights. It wasn’t One Direction. It wasn’t better. It wasn’t worse. It was just different. And that’s what I’ll keep telling myself. Embrace being different. It’s what Harry does, after all.


I’m profound in the art of making five days worth of clothing fit into one carry on bag. I can memorize new albums in 48 hours if I have the right determination. I’m able to meticulously plan trips to new cities and venues like it’s nobody’s business. I’ve yet to master the ability, however, of separating love and music.

But I guess those are technically the same thing, anyway.


Thank you for a beautiful show, Styles. Thank you for allowing us into your life, for staying true. I’ve missed you, as a whole, as an individual. I’ll see you on Saturday.


Stay tuned for a second update this weekend. I’m sure it will be much different. I’ll be sure to post some photos, as there will “mainly be prancing.” And what a shame it would be to miss that.

xx Shelly

do u ever cry over the fact agape was based on victor’s reaction to the banquet?? like the routine is true, pure love, one that makes you better just by feeling it, and it’s absolutely wild to me that victor created this dance based on how he felt for yuuri. after one goddamn night. victor became so incredibly infatuated with yuuri so fast; it reduced him to something innocent and yearning and desperate for this boy. 

victor said himself that agape is unconditional, self-sacrificing, and uncalculating. I can’t believe he told us from the beginning that his love for yuuri was completely unconditional, that he was willing to sacrifice everything, that none of his affections are a ploy, but true, honest-to-god love

poor yuuri for not remembering, and poor victor for not knowing he didn’t. 

(I know this is old news but it still really gets me, friends) 

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@sukikobold said:

I always want to see more acrobatic stuff with Raz. :)

It took awhile but here! Seriously, I love that there’s a plausible reason for Raz being so good at the platformer puzzles in Psychonauts. I wonder if he visits his family at the circus sometimes to perform super fancy stunts with some psychic abilities added in for extra showy-ness :’D My sister is also struggling through the Meat Circus level currently, and I couldn’t help drawing something for it Ovo;;; wish her luck

Also, kind of unrelated, I bet the Aquatos have circus animals. Like elephants. Or a tiger Raz has become really close with because one day he found out he could talk to her :’)

I love how confused Cas is, looking at Dean between “I do” and the hug. I really hope the longing hit him like a nuclear wave because seriously! Dean is radiating that love, longing, shock, and hope. And still, Dean pal-zones him, because, well, it’s Dean. And he says one thing, and radiates another.

I love how you can easily see the moment when he collects himself, first right before “welcome home, pal”, and then when he breaks the hug way too quickly - because damn, Sam is standing right there, watching. He still can’t help that smile. When was the last time Dean REALLY SMILED? Or laugh?

I love how Sam is just happy to see his friend alive and well, even though it confuses the hell out of him.

“I annoyed a cosmic being so much that it sent me back.”

“I don’t even know what to say.” (Most real reaction to this shit, ever.)

I love how at this point no-homo-ing just DOESN’T WORK anymore because everyone with two eyes and three brain cells can add two and two together, and see how the characters act while together vs apart, how their interactions with each other are different from their interactions with other people, and when they fake the lack of meaning behind that hug, people can feel it just doesn’t click anymore. YOU SHOULD BE HOLDING ON FOR DEAR LIFE YOU MORONS, YOU SPENT LITERALLY FIVE EPISODES FIGHTING, PINING AND HURTING, WHILE THINKING ABOUT EACH OTHER CONSTANTLY. But ok, I know you’re not there yet. I just have a lot of feelings about this.

bleusarcelle  asked:

Oh oh oh oh!!!! For the prompt. How about a Klance video call where Lance is telling Keith all of their shows and Keith is like quiet but with a smile enjoying Lance's RAMBLING and they have a soft moment of.... Hey you are missed, u know that right? Kdksksksksikss idk.

HOLY SHIT YES. Yes i love this. Thank you Bleu for this premium suggestion


Keith’s fingers hover over the call button. He’s been doing this now every night for a week. Why is he nervous? Why can’t he summon the courage to just hit the damn button?

Just call him. Just call him. Just call him! 

He reprimands himself. His hands tremble and he sits down on his bed. 

What if he’s mad at me? What if they’ve moved on? Maybe it’s better if I stay quiet…

Keith sighs and goes to put his communicator anyway in his pocket. Just like he always does. The ship around him is silent. It’s always silent. His room is cold. 

In his gloved hands, his finger slips and his communicator screen lights up.

“Shit! Shitshitshitshit…” He grapples with the device, but before he can hang up, the ringing has stopped. A chipper voice rings out and he’s staring into familiar eyes.

“Keith?!” Lance answers. His eyes search Keith’s face and his surroundings. “Are you ok? Do you need…?”

“What? No, no, I’m fine, Lance. I’m ok.” Keith shushes. He can’t help the small smile that pulls on the corner of his lips. “I’m fine.”

“Oh thank god.” Lance sighs and rolls back on his bed. He closes his eyes. His heart still thunders in his chest. 

“You that worried about me?”

“More like I’m comfortable and didn’t want to go on a mission right now.” Lance smirks and chuckles quietly. Keith rolls his eyes. 

“So why’d you call anyway?”

This question trips Keith up. He hopes that Lance can’t see the blush that rises to his cheeks. That he doesn’t notice the way he fidgets with his hood. 

“Uh, I guess I just wanted to check in and see…” His voice trembles.

“Did you miss me?” Lance grins.

“No!” Keith snaps. Lance laughs.

“I… I dunno… I just….”

Lance hears the uncertainty in his voice. He watches Keith’s eyebrows crinkle together in frustration. Lance’s smile falters and his expression falls into one of gentle concern.

“Do you want me to tell you what the team’s been up to?” He offers. 

Keith sighs. He’s grateful for the change of subject and nods.

“Well we’ve made contact with the rebels and have been working together on some stuff. And oh my god, Keith, Keith you will not believe…” Lance sits up and excitedly talks to his communicator. 

“Keith, I swear to god, One of their captains is a dog!”

“Wait what?”

“I’m serious! One of their captains, she’s really cool by the way, she’s a straight up dog that walks around on two legs and talks and and… did you ever see Disney’s Robin Hood with the foxes?”

Keith blinks. Lance is going a mile a minute and it’s hard to keep up.

“Uh yeah?”

“It’s exactly like that! She looks like a character from that movie and everyone else is totally fine with it and isn’t even mentioning it, all the while I am freaking out because there is a race of goddamn space dogs.”

Keith laughs. A familiar warmth flickers in his chest.

“Oh! Oh! Sorry I totally forgot! We found Matt! Well Pidge did, but that’s besides the point…”

“Whoa what? You found…?”

“Yeah Pidge found her brother! He was with the rebels and she tracked him down! And now he hangs out with us and Pidge is just so happy. And Hunk has someone new to talk about nerdy stuff with. He seems cool, even if a bit delusional. He definitely has a thing for Allura and, oh man, that poor boy does not stand a chance.”

“Wow that’s … I can’t believe…” Keith sighs.

“Have you seen our shows?!” Lance beams into the camera. Again Keith is caught off guard. It takes him a moment to interpret what Lance just asked him.

“Oh!” His expression melts into a teasing smirk. “Oh… Oh I know about them. You’re quite the actor, Lance.”

“What can I say? I’m a natural.” Lance brushes his hair back and shoots a finger gun straight towards Keith.

“But they’re so much fun, dude. Like I just get such a rush from all the cheering you know? Like it’s been really amazing to inspire people and talk to fans directly. And the coalition is stronger than ever! 

Shiro’s been such a good sport about all this. Like I can tell he’s uncomfortable? But he really throws himself into it, and the fans all love him. Well of course they would, he’s Shiro. Oh! And you should see the way little girls all run up to Allura afterwards. She uses your name in the script, but these kids aren’t fooled.”

Lance continues to rant about their antics. About how they rehearse, and Lance had a fair bit of input to his choreography. About how it all ended with them actually fighting a monster in an arena, and Allura doing the sweetest backwards flip kick Lance has ever seen.

A lump forms in Keith’s throat.

“I think I needed a different outfit for my rope routine. The armour was a bit clunky, and you know… I should really give the fans what they want.” He waggles his eyebrows.

“I’m sorry I missed it. You’ll have to give me a private show sometime.” Keith smiles.

Lance looks at him in shock. A blush rushes to his ears and his mouth opens into a wild smile.

“Did you just…?!”

“Oh my god!” Keith yanks his hood over his face. He’s just realised what he may have implied.

“I didn’t mean…! God, Lance! Not like that!” He shouts, but he can’t help the giggles that burst from his chest. He can hear Lance’s laughter matching his own.

“Can you get me a cool Blade of Marmara outfit to do it in?” Lance chuckles. He sighs as he catches his breath.

“I don’t think I can just take one.”

“Shame. I really like them.” Lance chews his lip. “You look really cool.” 

Keith ignores the way that makes the ache in his chest throb. He shakes his head and tries to hide how flustered he feels with a laugh.

“It uh… it sounds like you guys are going really well.”

“Yeah.” Lance sighs. He brushes his hand through his hair. “We’re uh… we’re doing good stuff, but…”

A heavy silence falls between them. Lance feels the words on the tip of his tongue. He knows what he wants to say, but is suddenly embarrassed to say them. His relationship with Keith is precarious and he worries that his next word might send them over the edge. He swallows.

“But I really wish you were there.” His voice is hushed. He averts his eyes from the communicator. 

“We miss you Keith. I know you’re doing important work, and I know that you’re helping us by helping the blades, but we just…” He stammers. “I…I just…”

He accidentally meets Keith’s eyes. The reality that Keith is on the other side of the galaxy hits him like a crashing wave. 

“I’ll never replace you. We’re a team.” His breath shudders.

“Lance, I…”

“Please come home.” Lance presses his eyes closed. “We all worry. And Red asks about you and, and…” His fingers grip at his jacket. “Don’t stay gone forever. … okay?”

 Keith sighs. His eyes begin to sting and he can feel his resolve crumbling. He briefly thinks about where the pods on his current ship are located before he pushes it out of his mind. 

No. He can’t run back now. Not yet. 

“I’ll be back.”

“Stay safe,”

“I will.” Keith nods solemnly.

Lance hangs up the call and stares down at his communicator. His hands fist into his sheets and his mouth twists into a scowl.

“You’re lying.” 

anonymous asked:

Your thoughts on Matt???

I had to find an appropriate picture of Matt to express my undying adoration for this person because oh my fucking god.

The Holts are confirmed for, first, an entire family of unbelievable goddamn nerds and I say this with the greatest and warmest love in my heart. They are also confirmed for an entire dang family of Slytherins, jesus Matt.

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Togetherness (Jacob Frye X Fem!Reader)

Originally posted by mirindalawson

Hello Followers,
thank you for your patience once again. Here is another one and this time I took 41-year (well, he is 43/44 in this one) old Mr. Frye to the test. I mean, he needs love, too. And he is such a handsome man and had to go through a lot.

I hope you will enjoy this piece of Fiction. I do not have any knowledge about the bathing back in Victorian England. I googled but didn’t find enough or maybe I did not dig deep enough. (I actually just googled again to not look like a complete idiot in front of you and added a few things, heh)

A happy Fryeday to all of you. I hope my english followers are all okay + their families and friends after what had happened.

Title: Togetherness
Summary: Reader wants some time for herself but her dear husband thought otherwise
Characters: Reader, Jacob Frye
Relationships: Jacob Frye x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Very slightly NSFW at the end (but really, not much)
Words: 1.885

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Taehyung as your boyfriend would include...

Originally posted by jjks

  • Taehyung had been pining after you for a few months
  • You really liked him (I mean how can you not??) but the only reason you hadn’t said yes to him was because of the pressure of dating an idol
  • However after a few months of him persuading you you’d finally give in
  • No one can resist this cutie
  • Taehyung had almost given up on his love for you until one day you stopped by the dorm
  • He had thought you were there to play video games with Jungkook or have another dance practice with Hoseok
  • But he was pleasantly surprised once he opened the door and felt you place your lips onto his, ignoring the way his body stiffened
  • He’d soon relax and lean down a bit more, caressing the small of your back as you held his face in your hands
  • He pulled back and smiled his usual boxy smile, cheeks heating up as you grinned up at him
  • Taehyung would be the happiest he had ever been with you
  • He’d constantly smother you in kisses no matter where you were
  • He just loved the softness of your lips and the fact that he was able to kiss them whenever he wanted
  • He was like a little puppy when he was with you and would follow you around when you were too busy for him
  • He was the only one that made you forget of all your responsibilities and chores, which was a gift but also a curse
  • You loved when you were able to curl up in his arms and forget about all the work you had to catch up on
  • But when you actually had to get to work it was pretty hard to ignore him
  • Taehyung loved seeing you blush so he’d tease you any chance he got
  • Which earned him an hour of you ignoring him (but he thought it was worth it since he got to see your cute pout and the lovely red hue that stained your cheeks)
  • Lots of nicknames in the relationship like princess or babygirl
  • Tagging along on bangtan family days out
  • Sometimes it annoyed the other boys but they didn’t say anything because as long as you and Taehyung were happy they were happy
  • Your relationship wasn’t really a secret
  • Taehyung had accidentally revealed it 2 weeks in when he was going on tour and pulled you into a kiss riGHT IN FRONT OF THE CAMERAS
  • He’d also send cute messages to you when he was being interviewed or in the middle of concerts
  • Baths would be usual with him too
  • Most of the time it’d be really innocent.
  • He would have your back pressed against his chest as his fingers massaged shampoo into your hair, inhaling the scented candles that were placed on the edges of the tub
  • However other times Taehyung couldn’t stop his hands from wandering ;))
  • When you were sleepy and he was laying beside you on his bed he’d read a book or sing to you to help you fall asleep
  • He’d probably randomly come home one day with a puppy, looking at you with big eyes and asking “can we keep it, please?”
  • How could anyone say no to this cutie?
  • Tae would never ask your permission before he done something stupid because he knows that you’ll end up forgiving him anyway
  • You’d constantly be over at the dorm
  • Your visits were so common that even Yoongi suggested that you should just move into Taehyung’s room
  • Jimin wasn’t very happy because he had to bunk with Jungkook and Hoseok
  • Very rare fights
  • And even when you two did fight they were pretty small which meant you both made up in a matter of moments over a pint of ice cream
  • You and Taehyung would always be clinging to one another, even after all the years you had been together you just loved being with him

Originally posted by jjks

  • Now let’s get naughty
  • If you think Taehyung is energetic in general you should see him in the bedroom
  • There’s no stopping him
  • He’s full on daddy mode once he had you beneath him
  • I feel like Taehyung likes to take things slow in the bedroom, despite still liking it rough
  • He would only make you beg if you had done something to set him off like flirt with someone else or tease him in public
  • He’s a complete dom, there’s literally no submissive bones in this boy’s body
  • He’d only let you ride him if you were doing what he told you or if he was too tired from practice
  • But like Yoongi he’d still keep his dominance
  • Taehyung always put his tongue to good use
  • He’d love making you cum more times than you can count with just his mouth and long fingers
  • He’s also a big fan of toys, preferably toys that affected you
  • He would have vibrating panties for you that he’d only use in public, watching in amusemnt as you tried to cover your whimpers
  • If there was one thing Taehyung loved to do it was watch you pleasure yourself
  • He would sit at the foot of the bed, eyes glued to the way your fingers pumped in and out of your wet pussy
  • He would never let you finish yourself off which would frustrate you until he shoved his head between your thighs
  • The only thing that left your lips then were strained moans and whimpers
  • There would be large dents in Taehyung’s wall due to the headboard banging off it
  • Even after being scolded by Jin multiple times he still hadn’t learnt his lesson
  • He also likes you to dress up for him
  • Nothing looked better to him than to see you wrapped up in expensive lace, propped up on his bed once he came home
  • And once you two actually got down to business he would lightly choke you, loving the way your back arched of the mattress as your chest pressed against his
  • After sex he’d be really caring and would kiss all your sore spots before getting you cleaned up, cuddling you until you both fell asleep
  • In conclusion Taehyung would be the most supportive and loving boyfriend anyone could ask for. Count yourself lucky ;)

2 members done! I’m really liking these so far they are really different than anything I had done ♡ I’m so happy because I accidentally deleted this and was able to get it back!!

Yoongi and Jungkook