anonymous asked:

the entirety of mvotc is ezra's midlife crisis, like half that shit is him talking about how he's afraid of getting older

This is so true god bless you

Save Me (before I fall) Pt.18

“It’s an earthquake, not a midlife crisis! Honestly, Tae, are you trying to lose?”

Jimin laughed so hard that almost fell onto Jungkook’s lap. Taehyung didn’t seem bothered that his teammate was fuming, or as close to fuming as Hoseok could get. He seemed to be one of those people that just couldn’t get angry. He’d try. He’d complain and throw his hands in the air and mumble unintelligible things under his breath, but not even half a minute later would be grinning again. Jimin was always smiling, but Hoseok was always grinning and the subtle difference still unsettled Jungkook a little. It was a stupid thing to be unsettled by, but who ever said anxiety was logical? Nobody, that’s who.

“Maybe,” was all Taehyung said in response, earning a gasp of half-hearted displeasure from his teammate. “You’re up, Jungkookie.”

Jungkook tapped his pen on his pad of paper nervously before starting to draw. The thirty second allotted to Jimin to guess the picture came and went and all three hyungs just watched Jungkook draw. He didn’t notice how long it had been or that he was being stared at until he looked up. “Uh,” he said, unsure of what was going on. “Weren’t you supposed to guess, hyung?”

Hoseok jumped. “Hey, you didn’t guess! Your turn is forfeit!”

“I know what it is! I know what it is!” Taehyung jumped up too. “It’s the shores of Jungkookie’s consciousness!”

Hoseok stopped clapping his hands enthusiastically. “What? That’s your guess? It’s just a beach, Tae! You used up our guess!”

Taehyung shrugged again, already back to looking at Jungkook’s drawing. “That’s really nice, Jungkookie. You’ve got a good eye.”

“I know what it is!” Jimin grinned triumphantly at Hoseok. “The beach, right?” Hoseok dropped his head in his hands.

Jungkook knew they were all being dramatic, but it was still a lot of commotion for such a simple drawing. “Um, y-yeah.”

“Man, Jungkookie, are you studying art?” Taehyung was peering over his shoulder with rapt interest.

“No,” Jungkook answered, puzzled. “Actually, I-I don’t really like drawing that much.” He remembered all the scribble drawings still hidden under his bed. He couldn’t throw them out, but he couldn’t look at them either. They meant too much to be thrown away or looked at. Jungkook didn’t want to think about what they meant. He didn’t want his friends to know what they meant either, so he didn’t mention them. It was okay to not mention some things, most things. Besides, it would probably make Taehyung sad and he wouldn’t hug him anymore. That would be a shame.

Taehyung was currently very interested in Jungkook’s drawing, arms wrapped around his middle like usual. “Well, you should consider it. You’re talented.”

“I’m not,” Jungkook protested.

Jimin tapped the drawing once. “You are, Jungkook-ah. But if you don’t like it we don’t have to play. Why didn’t you tell me you don’t like drawing?”

Jungkook fiddled with the pen in his hands. “B-because Hoseok-hyung seemed happy to p-play.”

Hoseok exchanged swift glances with Jimin. “I don’t mind playing something else. Or watching something. Wait, what time is it?”

“11:00.” Taehyung was still hugging Jungkook. He found he didn’t mind. It was calming, just like that first night when Taehyung proved that he was going to be just as supportive as Jimin. It anchored him, sort of. Mostly. Mostly.

Hoseok swayed from side to side slightly as he thought. “Jiminnie, can you feed me an early lunch? I’ve got a special lesson at 11:30.”

Jimin cast him a wry look. “You mean feed you and then drive you.”

“Yep. You can do that for your favorite hyung, right?” Hoseok gleefully threw his arms around Jimin, holding him tight against his squirming.

“Yes, yes, alright, fine. Let me go so I can make the food, you big lump.” But Jimin was smiling, the smile that said he was perfectly happy and Jungkook wasn’t worried. “If you’re so eager to eat, come help me.”

“Your wish is my command, my liege.” Hoseok earned a roll of Jimin’s eyes for that one but he pulled him into the kitchen after him anyway.

“Jungkookie,” Taehyung startled him a little when he spoke. Even if he was being hugged, he’d kinda forgotten that Taehyung was there for a moment. “Are you hungry?”

Jungkook swiveled as best as he could to look at Taehyung. “No, not really.”

Taehyung smiled at him. “Me either. You wanna take a walk with me? We haven’t been outside in a few days. You could use the fresh air.”

Outside. The chance to bump into people. Not really what Jungkook wanted. He wanted to stay in this safe haven with warmth and warm people around him, but Taehyung was right, he could use the fresh air, plus he’d suggested it, which meant he wanted to go on a walk. With him. So Jungkook nodded. “Okay.”

“Great! Get your outside things on. I’ll tell Jiminnie.” Taehyung’s head knocked into his gently before he stood and dashed off to the kitchen. It was only after Jungkook stood up himself and was pulling on his first boot that it registered. Taehyung had given him a kiss.

A tiny, barely there kiss on the side of his head, but still. A kiss. But this was Taehyung. Taehyung probably kissed all his friends like that. It seemed to be his style. But a kiss. Jungkook put his fingers to the spot. Huh. Somebody had kissed him, willingly. Like, like they had a great amount of affection and just wanted to show how much but be discreet about it. Huh. Taehyung held a great amount of affection for him. Jungkook pulled on his second boot. He’d only known Taehyung for a few days and already Taehyung had enough affection for him to kiss him. Jungkook couldn’t really wrap him mind around this. He pulled on his coat and zipped it up all the way.

“Do you want a hat? Here,” Taehyung did let him answer as he put a beanie on his head, carefully swiping the hair from his eyes. “And a scarf, too. Don’t want you getting sick.” Taehyung wound a red scarf around his neck, being sure not to make it too tight. “There. You’re so cute, Jungkookie.”

While Taehyung turned to get his own things on, Jungkook blushed into his scarf.

The air was cold, being January, but not too cold. Sunlight shimmered on the snow’s surface and twinkled like magic at play. As soon as they’d exited the apartment, Taehyung had breathed in deeply and then started coughing.

“Hyung?” Jungkook timidly patted his back.

Taehyung coughed again and then chuckled. “I should really know better than to breathe so deep near the buildings. People always smoke right outside. Hold your breath until we’re clear, Kookie.”

Jungkook held his breath and then figured out that Taehyung was actually joking. At least he hadn’t had to breathe in the smell of cigarette smoke. It was one of his least favorite smells. The air became steadily and steadily more clear and crisp as they walked along the sidewalk. Small, bare-branched trees dotted the yards of lonely houses. Taehyung grabbed Jungkook’s hand at some point and turned him down a road that led to a park. He swung it in between them, his face lit by the sun and positively radiant. It made Jungkook smile. It was still so strange, but wonderfully wonderful, this feeling of happiness. So many little things brought it out in him, like Jimin’s cooking, or his hand patting his head, or Taehyung’s face lit by sunshine, or one of his back hugs. He was being spoiled by so much affection. It was always clear to him that both his hyungs were used to it. Giving affection out for free all the time was normal for them, so he didn’t feel like they were treating him any different than anybody else, and at the same time, he did. There was something very particular and careful about the way they handled him.

Taehyung would catch himself in his words now, would rephrase things as he said them. Jimin would ask if Jungkook was okay with something, even if it was just a movie or turning all the lights out in a room. Jungkook didn’t feel offended by the consideration; he appreciated it. He knew it was all born out of care and he couldn’t dislike it. It was all so wonderfully wonderful.

“Hey, Jungkookie,” Taehyung said suddenly.

“Yeah?” He looked sideways at Taehyung.

“It’s Thursday.”


“I’m leaving on Saturday.”

Jungkook stopped walking when Taehyung did, blinking several times as he processed this information. “You’re leaving?”

“Yeah.” Taehyung pulled them to sit down on a bench. The surface was cold under Jungkook’s jeans, making him shiver. Taehyung grabbed his legs and pulled them up onto his lap, keeping his other arm around his shoulders. Jungkook leaned against the other’s warmth and tried to keep hold of the happiness he was just feeling.

“I don’t live too far away, so I could come and visit on the weekends some weeks, but I’ve got a job and my parents will miss me. School will be starting on Monday, right? You know Jimin would let you stay at his apartment if you wanted.”

“I couldn’t do that,” Jungkook protested. “And it would be farther to walk to class.”

“On the weekends then, just stay with him on the weekends. Jungkookie?”


“You’ve been happy, right? You’ve been happy with us?”

“Y-yeah, I have.” Jungkook burrowed his face deeper into Taehyung’s chest. “You’ve taken such good care of me. I’ve never been so happy.”

Taehyung’s arms tightened around him. “Good. I want you to keep being happy. You can text me or call me at 3am if you ever need to, I won’t mind. And Jimin wants you to be happy too. He already loves you almost as much as he loves me. That’s a lot,” he whispered like an afterthought. “Will you be alright?”

“What do you mean?”

“Going back to school. You’ll be fine with me as long as you have Jiminnie. And you could have Hoseok-hyung if you wanted. I can tell he likes you already. He’s a good guy.” They sat in silence for a minute or two, ignoring the cold and soaking in each other’s warmth. Jungkook didn’t want to think about losing Taehyung. He’d only just gotten him, just gotten used to having him around. Of course he should have thought about it earlier. Of course Taehyung was just visiting. Of course he couldn’t be around all the time. Jungkook felt tears sneaking up on him. It was too cold to cry, they’d freeze his face. He just snuggled into Taehyung instead.

“Oh, Jungkookie,” Taehyung breathed into his hair. “Tell me you’ll be alright.”

Jungkook didn’t want Taehyung to worry about him and he sounded like he was worrying. “I’ll be alright.”

“I can’t tell if you’re lying or not, but I’ll believe you.”

Jungkook thought he wasn’t lying. He probably would be alright, but then again, maybe not. His definition of ‘alright’ had been morphing these past few days, changing from everybody else’s ‘miserable’ into something more acceptable. But it was break time, when reality paused just a little bit. Things had to go back to normal at some point. It was time for things to go back to normal.


“Yes, Jungkookie?”

“I’ll be alright.”
Taehyung held him tighter again and Jungkook felt him pressing another kiss to the top of his head.

“I like that,” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

“Like what?” Taehyung sounded amused.

Jungkook was glad Taehyung couldn’t see his face. “You, um, didn’t you just k-kiss me?”

Taehyung laughed then, his deep voicing piercing the cold air and making everything seem warmer. “Jungkookie, you are seriously too cute. Ah, I wish I could keep you in my pocket. You’re important to me, you know that, right?”

He supposed he did know that, but it was still nice and surprising to hear. “Y-yeah. You’re important to me, t-too.”

“That’s good. Friends should be important to each other.” He tapped Jungkook’s legs and moved them off his lap.

Jungkook reluctantly pushed himself away from Taehyung and sniffed as he met the cold air again. “Are we really friends?” He had to clarify, just to be sure.

Taehyung looked down at him with an indecipherable expression. “Of course we are, Jungkookie. What did you think?” But then he smiled and everything was okay again. “Let’s get home and I’ll make us hot chocolate. Jimin will be back soon from taking Hoseok-hyung to practice. He probably misses you.”

Jungkook smiled sheepishly up at him as he stood. “We haven’t been gone that long. He won’t miss us.”

Taehyung took Jungkook’s hand again and started walking. “He’s Jimin, of course he’ll miss us.”

As they walked back towards the apartment, sun still making the snow look magical, Jungkook thought about that. Jimin was the sort of person to miss people even when they hadn’t been gone long. Did that mean he’d miss him when he was at school? It was a nice thought. He didn’t want Jimin to be sad, but would he really want him to visit on weekends? That was an even nicer thought. Jimin was already too much like home.

Home. That was the nicest thought yet. Having a home meant that no matter how lost he was, he always had someplace and someone to come home to.

And that, that would truly be wonderfully wonderful.

Life in the Hills and other fairytales First published in GQ UK June 2031

by SophiaSoames

Larry Shands is a freelance journalist who writes for magazines such as Vanity Fair, Attitude and Another Man. He a married father of 3, loves vintage TV games, Swedish Meatballs and online shopping courtesy of his wife. He really does. His creditcard is on fire after his recent trip to LA, but if it makes his long suffering wife happy, So be it.
Larry is the brainchild of a group of overexcited women in their 40ies having the most fun midlife crisis ever, featuring Harry Styles, Twitter rants, the discovery of Tumblr and a surprising taste for m/m romance.
This is the second part of Larry’s interview series with the Tomlinson-Styles family, aka “The Epilogue Series”.
There will be a part 3. Eventually.

Words: 3294, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of The Epilogue Series

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Sirius Black is 56 years old today.  I can honestly hear him having a midlife crisis right now at this moment (yes it’s midlife because wizards live longer).  

“Remus, I’m old!  When did I become old?  I was a young heartthrob seducing you and now I have grey hair?  I’m practically on the brink of death?  Do you still love me now that I’m ancient?  I understand if you want to find a younger husband.  Just leave me here to die…”

“You’re clearly not old enough to have one molecule of maturity in your entire body.”

“But you love me, don’t you?”

“Yeah, I do.  Happy birthday, Sirius.”

8 Ways You Can Survive — And Thrive In — Midlife
One secret to midlife happiness is being a rookie at something. Trying new things and failing keeps you robust. Also, to revive a midlife marriage, mix things up: Hike, go dancing or set out in an RV.

After two years of research and more than 400 interviews about midlife, former NPR reporter Barb Bradley Hagerty received dozens of insights about how to live well in the middle years. We’ve distilled them here, with a little context. And, by the way, these ideas work well for people on both sides of the midlife divide.