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BTS Reaction / Maknae Line - Coming home late/ Not spending time with you


Whenever comeback season came around Jimin made sure everything was perfect from his singing to his dancing. He wanted to show the best of him to his fans which you adored him being so passionate about what he does but you knew he could take things a little too over broad. He could practice for hours not even stopping to eat or even for the sake of taking a break and this deeply worried you. He made it hard to even see him other than in the morning right before he left or late at night when he came home right before he fell asleep. That night when Jimin came home minutes to 2 in the morning and found you in bed assuming you were already asleep, but you weren’t, you couldn’t sleep, you were stressed about your relationship and how him coming home at this sort of time becoming a constant would affect it.  You two barely spent anytime together other than these moments few moments before sleep consumed your boyfriend. Thought after though was running through your mind, ‘Would things get better’, 'Would he loose interest in you?’, or 'Would he end things because you two never spent time together anymore’ It was overwhelming thinking about all the possibilities of where your relationship could end up, maybe you were just over thinking but you couldn’t help it. Letting one single tear escape and roll down your cheek you couldn’t hold back your sniffles, alerting Jimin that you were awake. He looked over at your curled up form on the bed and curiously made his way over to you, wondering why you where crying, he thought you were asleep.  Feeling the bed sink next to you and his soft hand tucking your hair gently behind your ear to get a proper look at your face, you open your now sore red eyes to look up at him, as soon as he saw your tear stained cheeks he quickly laid next you and embraced you in his arms pulling you into his chest. Rubbing your back trying to calm your slight sobs he questioned why you were crying.  It hurt him to see you like this and it hurt even more when you told him you were crying because of him. He had no idea you felt this way.

“Don’t worry babe, I’m going to make up for everything

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


It really was annoying. You picked at your salmon salad, a blank look spread across your face, making your normally beautiful features seem dull. Eating all three meals of the day in stark silence, your cat’s slight meowing interrupting at widely spread intervals, was as annoying as you could remember. It felt as if you were right back to the days when you were single, only the emptiness eat you out even more because you knew you weren’t single anymore. You had been in a relationship for a year anf a half now. Your boyfriend was world renouned BTS member Taehyung, commonly known as V. You knew he was a busy man from the very beginning, and you were wary of it. He had barely managed to convince you to date him only after swearing he’d always try to find time so you too could be together. And he had, at least for the first year of your seemingly depreciating relationship. But as the weeks went by, you saw less and less of him, until you barely saw him when he came back home, if you were that lucky. You’ve been stuck by yourself for the last month, 6 texts messages maximum a day. You hardly saw him, much less held a face to face conversation even though you both lived in the same apartment. You missed him deeply. You missed his touch, his kiss, the way he’d rock you in his arms when he hugged you. It all seemed so foreign in your mind now, you could barely remember his scent.
You’d grown accustomed to being by yourself, when suddenly you heard the door opening. You slowly got up from your seat as you heard footsteps approaching. 'He’s home’ you thought monotonously, blankly staring at his advancing figure. 'Jagi, I’m home'  he had said, to no response, his answer was a vague stare, which sent a sinking feeling into his stomach. He resumed approaching hesitantly, trying to test your mood before he took you into his arms, expecting you to wrap yours around his waist. Only you didn’t. You stood as firm as a rock in his arms, not moving and inch. You could feel tears build up in your eyes, while he held you. Tears slipped from your eyes onto his chest, making him aware of the situation. An uncomfortable guilt seeped into his veins as he is grip strengthened onto your slightly shaking frame. Out of all his soothing words, only one sentence stuck with you. Only one sentence made you hold onto him with all of your strength.

“Jagi, I know I’m a month late but, I’m here, I won’t leave you like that again”


Although Jungkook was naturally good at what he did and he learnt new lyrics and dance moves pretty quickly he still made sure to put in a few extra hours of practice just because he wanted it to be perfect, he hated whenever he would make a mistake on stage even if it rarely ever happened. You respected him for this but you didn’t see why there was a need for him to take all this extra time even when his instructor told him his moves were perfect and there was no need for extra practice , it annoyed you sometimes when he would give up the opportunity to spend his free time with you to go practice more. In Jungkook’s mind he didn’t think him being away from you for this reason was affecting you as much as it was, he was oblivious to how you felt about this whole situation. You refrained from telling him thinking that you would give him the silent treatment to make him feel guilty but mainly to see if he would even recognize you being distant. And to your surprise he did, although Jungkook hardly still made time for you he was still fairly attentive. It was at night and you were in the kitchen cooking dinner for yourself figuring if he wanted something he could get it himself, when he came up behind you to give you a kiss on the side of your cheek. Reluctantly you pulled away, even if you didn’t want to because you missed his touch, you wanted to make him pay for ignoring your existence. His brows furrowing as he pulled away to eye your facial expression, it was unreadable, you kept a straight face trying to suppress how him being this close was affecting you. “What’s wrong y/n?” You didn’t answer as you continued stirring what was in the pan not giving into him and keeping up your charade. He turned you around so you were now facing him, your head down, as he asked again, worried that he had done something wrong, “Y/n is there something wrong, did I do something?” Eventually looking up at him, seeing lines form in his forehead and eyes filled your worry and what looked like sorrow you sighed to yourself knowing that you would eventually give in because you couldn’t help it when Jungkook gave you that look. You explained to him how you missed having him around and how him being at practice often and not finding time for you made you feel sad and a slight bit annoyed. His shoulders slumped as his face went from worried to sad with a slight regret realizing that he had not been spending as much time with you. He gently pulled you into a hug burying your face in his chest, kissing the top of your head as he promised to make time for you from now on. He didn’t realize how much he missed your touch and just the feeling of having you near him until now.

“We’ll spend the whole day together tomorrow doing whatever you want to do, just me and you”

Originally posted by nochuie

Assumptions || Jung Hoseok

Originally posted by morekpopmore

Word Count: 2k

Genre: Angst/Fluff

It had been a few hours since you had last seen Hoseok. It seemed that these last couple of weeks you had been seeing less and less of him around the apartment, as both of you were caught up with work or dance practices or something entirely separate from that.

It seemed that things between the both of you had been becoming tense, and you could only assume it had to do with the fact that you were spending so much time away from him. You knew it was worth it though as you felt the adrenaline run through your veins and you thought of the smile that would appear on his face as you did his dance for him, something that he had created entirely himself.

You could only imagine if how beautiful he would look watching you do the dance that he had shown you thousands of times. The one that he had become so proud of and happy to do whenever someone asked. It had become one of his most prized possessions, one of the only things that way truly his, along with the song.

You continued to push through the ache that had started in your muscles as you practiced the choreography over and over again, wanting to get the last of the foot work down even if you woke up regretting it. You were doing this for Hoseok, you were doing this and learning his creation to show him how much you loved him and how proud you were of him.

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[ only love - ben howard ] 

‘And I’ll be yours to keep.’


He Tian and Mo Guan Shan sat together in He Tian’s bedroom, watching some movie neither one of them were paying attention to. Something about a wizard or koalas or something. 

‘I think I’m done.’ Mo Guan Shan said after an hour or so of silence. Without looking up from his phone, He Tian passed him the remote.

‘Put on whatever you want, this is boring anyways.’ 

Mo Guan Shan switched off the TV. 

‘No, not the movie. This.’

He Tian’s head snapped up, his phone falling into his lap as he turned to face Mo Guan Shan.

‘What do you mean?’

Mo Guan Shan chewed his lip, trying to keep his resolve.

‘I mean, this…’ He gestured between them. 

He Tian paled, shifting in his seat. ‘Did i do something wrong? I’m sorry if I-’

Shit shit shit. Not one sentence in, Mo Guan Shan had fucked this up.

Mo Guan Shan held a hand up to stop He Tian, taking a deep breath. 

‘Please, just hear me out.’ 

He Tian nodded, all but vibrating with tension. 

‘The way things have been the last few years, you’ve…I’ve…’

He Tian looked like he was about to have a heart attack. Maybe a different approach?

‘I know you like me…’ 

He Tian raised his eyebrows, nodding like Mo Guan Shan informed him that the ocean was full of water.

‘…and I know I’ve been difficult.’

More nodding. 

FUCK why is this so hard?

‘I don’t want to be like that anymore.’

‘I’ve tried really, really, hard to stop with all that these last few months.’ He Tian told him. ‘I know it makes you uncomfortable. We’re not kids anymore and I don’t want to lose you as a friend… assuming we’re friends.’

Mo Guan Shan couldn’t help but laugh at that, emboldened by ridiculous statement.

‘Of course we’re friends, you fucking idiot.’

He Tian’s lips twitched into a small smile. 

‘But I don’t think I want to be.’

‘Mo Guan Shan…’

‘I know it’s cliche, but I didn’t know I was going to miss it until it was gone. You being like that, I mean.’ 

‘Being like what, exactly?’ He Tian asked, poker face firmly in place. 


‘Um… being close to me, and…’ That was it. That was all he could get out. Thankfully, He Tian is an asshole, so he oh-so-graciously helped him out.

‘And flirting with you?’

He grit his teeth, nodding.

‘And touching you?’

Mo Guan Shan closed his eyes, fighting the urge to punch him.


There was a long moment of silence before He Tian spoke again. 

‘Look, I’m happy to boost your confidence, but I think we see that differently…’

Christ, this is exhausting. Fuck it. Fucking fuck it.

‘I want you, He Tian. I want to be with you. I want to be…’ 

‘You want to be my boyfriend.’ He could hear the smile in He Tian’s voice.


He Tian wanted to say something stupid, to deflect. 

Mo Guan Shan wanted to run, pretend it had never happened. 

He Tian reached for Mo Guan Shan’s hand, cautious, careful. 

Mo Guan Shan surged forward, throwing his arms around his friends neck and pressing their lips together. 

He kissing him slowly, ignoring the way He Tian shook, making sure this moment would never be mistaken for platonic, 

He Tian reciprocated, cupping his face, ignoring the tears that wet his cheeks, and making sure Mo Guan Shan felt his answer.

They held each other, making sure this moment could never be mistaken for anything but a beginning.

If you’re straight, write stories with gay characters, but don’t write stories about being gay. That’s not your story to tell.

If you’re cis, write stories with trans characters, but don’t white stories about being trans. That’s not your story to tell.

If you’re allistic, write stories with autistic characters, but don’t write stories about being autistic. That’s not your story to tell.

If you’re neurotipical, write mentally ill characters, but don’t write stories about being mentally ill. That’s not your story to tell. 

If you’re able bodied, write stories with disabled characters, but don’t write stories about being disabled. That’s not your story to tell. 

If you’re white, write characters who are POC, but don’t write stories about being a POC. That’s not your story to tell 

Write stories with diverse and complex characters, but unless you’ve experienced the oppression that we have, don’t write the stories that we need to tell ourselves. 

TAZ has me so fucked up because like

I see all of these headcanons and fan art that imply really deep relationships and meaningful connections and beautiful story arcs.

but I’m on episode three

No one knows what they’re doing, they’re rescuing a guy named Barry Bluejeans, they charmed a bugbear into killing a gerblin everyone is calling Mamaw, Taako stole some magic christmas shoes, and we discovered Merle was disowned by his family for his love of Kenny Chesney.

I don’t know if I’m watching the right show.

tumblr servant is a godsend with a lot of useful functions but my primary use for it is this

so let’s say you’re a big fan of transformers so obviously you don’t want to blacklist #transformers, and you’ve got this cool friend kyle, but every single time kyle posts or reblogs something about transformers it’s just… it’s garbage. it’s a Bad Post. he has bad opinions and he should feel bad. you know that it’s petty shit but it irritates you every time you see one of his bad, bad transformers posts. but most of what he posts is awesome! you don’t wanna unfollow his ass! so you make a tumblr servant instead and even if he doesn’t tag shit about shit, if the word ‘transformers’ is in the post at all you will never see it. peace is restored on your dash. you are free.

you can also do a lot of other shit like dim posts or highlight posts or give you notifications etc etc etc but i mostly just hide Bad Fandom Opinions because i’m petty

  • A male character: "has a character flaw/does a mistake"
  • The fandom: UwU our son isn't perfect but it's okay! He has time to learn and improve himself!
  • A female character: "has a character flaw/does a mistake"
  • The fandom: ugh... when will she stop being so stupid and irritating? can she just disappear?!

“no the dogs made it”


this whole scene and everything with magnus’ death hit me real hard just,, having a happy ending like this healed my soul. i’m so happy for them. everything ended up good, and that means a lot.

I think there came a time when I fell in love with hurting. Like, a lot of people hate to be crying late at night, but I kinda love it.
—  🖤
I’m pretty sure Mei’s cinematic short made alot of us bawl our eyes out.

And then there’s this lil detail that I saw that I particularly liked but am not too sure on the accuracy of, and that is tea serving.

 In SG, we usually serve either rice wine or tea as a sign of respect to our ancestors during Qing Ming/ Grave sweeping Day to remember our ancestors and loved ones ( by placing three small lil cups of tea/ rice wine at the gravestone). 
At the same time, tea serving or 敬茶  is also a tradition that’s practiced during weddings where the newly weds serve tea to their relatives to acknowledge their new in-laws and new “brothers” and “sisters” and to pay respect to their current blood relatives.
Now I’m half drunk out of my mind and it’s late at night and @pentacass​ is half egging me on and I cannot brain properly right now, and inferring off the photo of Mei and her co-workers; they obviously seem like a close knit group of friends to her. 

I’m secretly half hoping/ imagining that those cups of tea she’s left for them is cause she’s acknowledged them as her brothers and sisters and served the tea to complete the tradition properly. 

Or to put it simply, She considers them as family.


On second thought, now that I’m slightly more sober.
Can you imagine the line interactions between Mei and Angela ingame?
How Angela asks Mei about how she stays looking so young?

Mercy: Mei, you haven’t aged a day. What’s your secret?
Mei: Cryostasis. But I’m not sure if I’d recommend it.

Can you imagine, how Mei must be hurting sooooo much inside, when Angela asks that question? Like she just nyooooms back in her head sifting and recalling memories of when she just came out of the chamber to prep tea and all that shit for her colleagues as if its just another regular day at work? I wonder now, does Angela know what really happened?