when am i expected to wake up

The Wakandan Royal Portrait offers clues to the dangers within the fictional nation


“What makes him different from other superheroes first and foremost is he doesn’t see himself as a superhero,” says director and co-writer Ryan Coogler (Fruitvale Station, Creed). “He sees himself as a politician. That’s the first thing on his mind when he wakes up in the morning. ‘How am I going to fulfill my duties as king of this place?’”

That means not just fighting external foes, but keeping the citizens of his nation happy. He’s a king, but not a tyrant. And Wakandans don’t speak with only one voice. There are many political factions, many clashing points of view. Some are ready for revolution. Some are being pushed.

“He has to keep harmony between the tribes within his country, and that means managing expectations and doing things that are unpopular,” Coogler says. “At the same time, he is the protector of that nation.”


Angela Bassett costars as Ramonda, once the queen, now the mother of the king.

“She is one of the advisors that he would look to,” Boseman says. “He has to look to her for some of the answers of what his father might want or might do. She may not be exactly right all the time, but she definitely has insights. She is the queen mother. And she’s that for not just him, but for everybody.”

Bozeman laughs. “She’s has her hands in everything — even his love life.”


“The one thing I will say about all the female characters in this movie is that they are very strong,” Boseman says. “It’s a very matriarchal society.”

One of them is Wakanda’s undercover operative Nakia, played by 12 Years a SlaveOscar-winner Lupita Nyong’o. She may actually be the closest thing to 007 in this movie, and she’s a former lover of T’Challa’s.

“She is a departure from what she was in the comic book,” Nyong’o says. “Nakia is a war dog. She is basically an undercover spy for Wakanda. Her job is to go out into the world and report back on what’s going on.”

She also boasts some unique weaponry. “We call them her ring blades,” says Moore. “The ones Lupita carries while in the green outfit are based on traditional African weaponry. However, she does get a hi-tech upgrade later in the film, compliments of Shuri.”


Letitia Wright plays T’Challa’s kid sister, who is no one you want to face in battle either. “She is also a genius and runs the entire Wakandan design group,” says producer Kevin Feige, whose also president of Marvel Studios and one of the chief architects of its interlocked universe. “She’s responsible for all these amazing technological advances that Vibranium has brought about from Wakanda.”

Here she is pictured with twin, panther-shaped weapons. It’s not clear yet what they do exactly, but it probably hurts.


She’s not technically family, but she’s just as close. This character played by The Walking Dead‘s Danai Gurira is the head of the Dora Milaje, the all-female special soldiers unit that protects the kingdom (and the king) from harm.

“They are a very powerful force,” she says. “They are not utopic, but what Wakanda has down well is it has allowed people to function within their strengths. These women, their strength is to preserve Wakanda. It’s more like the secret service in a sense that it’s not just military. She is head of intel.”

Okoye has guilt over the death of the previous king, and she’s generally a stoic presence. But she’s not unfeeling. “She can be serious, but she also has an unexpected sense of humor,” Gurira says. “She has a heart, but for her country and for her people. She’s not a person who doesn’t connect to human beings as a result of what she does.”


There is an enemy in this portrait.

In the comics, he was once a Wakandan known as N’Jadaka, but he took on this “death-dealing” nom de guerre when he became a dissident, then an exile, from his homeland.

Michael B. Jordan’s character is one of the antagonists of the film, allied with the mercenary Ulysses Klaue (Andy Serkis, reprising his role from Avengers: Age of Ultron), an arms dealer who has plundered Vibranium before and plans to do it again. He’s addicted.

In The Godfather terms, Killmonger has sided with this outsider against “the family,” his brothers and sisters of Wakanda. “I think Killmonger has his own opinion on how Wakanda has been run and should run, and what I think Michael brings to the table is sort of a charming antagonist, who doesn’t agree with how T’Challa is running things, frankly,” says Moore. “I think that puts T’Challa in a difficult situation. Killmonger is a voice of a different side of Wakanda.”


Get Out star Daniel Kaluuya plays T’Challa’s best friend, who is also a member of one of the most vital groups in the nation. “W’Kabi is the head of security for the Border Tribe,” says Moore. “They live on the borders of Wakanda and serve as the first line of defense for the country.”

In other words, he helps maintain the disguise that Wakanda is just mines, farms, and woods.

“To outsiders they appear to be what people would ‘expect’ of a small provincial African nation – but the truth is they are some of the fiercest warriors in Wakanda, intent on protecting the secrets of their advanced nation at all costs,” Moore says.

Now that T’Challa is king, he asks W’Kabi to join him as a palace advisor.


Another vital voice of reason for the young king is Forest Whitaker’s shaman, a longtime advisor to T’Challa’s father and the keeper of the Heart-Shaped Herb, a plant that grows only in Wakanda and absorbs the Vibranium-rich minerals. When consumed, it gives the new leader superhuman strength. (But in the comics, it only works on members of the royal bloodline.)

“He’s somewhat a religious figure or spiritual figure,” Coogler says of Zuri. “Spirituality is something that exists in Wakanda in the comics, and it’s something we wanted to have elements of in the film. Forest’s character, more than anything, is a major tie-back to T’Challa’s father. Zuri is someone he looks to for guidance.”

As wondrous as Wakanda seems, it can also be treacherous. For all the talk of honor in The Godfather, the families were compulsively driven to destroy each other. 007 may venture to the most beautiful places (and people) on Earth, but there’s always a villain determined to wipe those places off the map. If Black Panther owes thematic inspiration to those predecessors, the danger comes hand in hand with the beauty.

But that’s where the similarities will end. When the Marvel Studios movie debuts Feb. 16, the story will remain on Earth, but its creators pledge to take fans to a world they’ve never seen before nonetheless.

“I don’t think people are prepared for what this movie is going to be,” says Feige. “Not just Black Panther, but the Dora Milaje, and Killmonger, and the entire design of Wakanda – both its traditional African-inspired elements, but also the Vibranium inspired techno-elements. I can’t think of a blend that has happened like that before in movies.”

There’s only one Black Panther, after all.

No matter who wants to lay claim to his throne.

Adored by Him

A/N: So this fic is inspired by the song “Adored by Him” by Dodie Clark. Yeah that’s really it… 

Warnings: Swearing but that’s normal.

Word Count: 2, 428

Your POV 

I honestly never expected any of this to happen. When I became friends with Dan, I did think he was handsome and funny. But I didn’t think I would fall for him as fast as I did. I always pushed away the feelings until they asked if I wanted to move in with them. Being around him 24/7 made it harder to conceal it so I just let it happen. No one knew about my feelings, except Phil, who figured out a year ago. I always expected the feelings to just go away but they didn’t.

But then she happened. Allison was Dan’s most recent girlfriend. They’ve been dating for many months now, and he was absolutely smitten (cheeky Dodie reference again) with her. He never spoke about how he felt about her, but I was able to tell. The way he looked at her with adoring eyes, and smile at the mere mention of her name. I don’t blame him though. She was beautiful, with her butterscotch hair and her smile that could shine brighter than the sun, I bet anybody would fall her easily. She was literally perfect, and I was just…well me. It was easy to figure out how she made Dan’s soul practically glow, and it hurt. A lot.  

I won’t hate you but oh it stings,

How does it feel to be adored by him? 

It was hard to hate Allison. She was super nice, and had the same sense of humor as Dan. Plus, she makes him happy. That’s what matters, right?

I was sitting on the couch, watching my favorite movie with Phil. It was raining outside so we decided to dedicate the day to watching a bunch of movies. Phil and I were cuddled up under a blanket, eating popcorn. It was relaxing to say the least. Dan was out at Allison’s house so, of course, Phil questioned me about my feelings.

“Are you ever going to tell him, Y/N?” Phil asked, nudging my arm with his elbow.

I pulled up the blanket to my chest, and sighed heavily. “Philly we’ve talked about this before. I’ll only ruin things so-" 

"You should tell him. It’s best to get it out there.” Phil gave me a sympathetic look. It’s like he knew Dan wouldn’t return the feelings but he didn’t want to keep any secrets. To be honest I’m surprised he didn’t tell Dan by now. 

“Phil, look-”

Phil and I jumped off the couch when we heard a loud bang, and stumbling coming from downstairs. We exchanged confused glances, and hurried to the front door to see Dan, stumbling around the entrance of our flat.

“Hi guys!” Dan said, his speech slurred.

“Dan what the hell happened!?” Phil questioned, running up to his best friend’s side and helping him take his shoes off. 

“Heh, Allison and I got in a fight. Stupid really-” He tripped over his shoes that he just took off and laughed. He looked up into my eyes and smiled. “Don’t worry I’m fine.” Dan pushed Phil’s hand off his shoulder, and walked up the stairs by himself.

“Y/N, do you want to make sure he’s okay?” Phil asked, walking up to my side as we slowly followed Dan up the stairs.


“Just talk to him." 

I let out another sigh, and took another glance at Dan, who stumbled into his bedroom. "Okay. I’m not telling drunk Dan anything though.” I pointed my finger at Phil, and let out a small laugh to lighten the mood. Phil shook his head, smacking my hand away and smiling.

“Just go.” He laughed. 

I walked to the kitchen, and poured a small glass of water for Dan. I ignored the aching pain in my chest, and the tears swelling up in my eyes. I put down the glass for a moment to take a deep breath, and recollect myself. After a few minutes, I made my way towards Dan’s room where I saw him softly crying. My heart broke at the sight. It pained me so much to see another girl make Dan hurt. I hated it. I walked towards Dan’s bed and gave him the glass of water. 

“Here you go, sweetie.” I sat at the end of his bed, waiting for his response. 

“Thank you.” Dan sniffed, taking a sip of the water. 

“You want to talk about what happened?” I moved closer to him. His legs were hanging over the edge of his bed and he was staring at the cup of water in his lap.

“She doesn’t trust me.”  

“What do you mean?” I was right by his side after I finished the question. I tried to make eye contact with him but he was so closed off, I decided to keep a little distance.

“She thinks that I’m cheating on her with you.” He lifted his head slowly and stared into my eyes. My face turned red and I stared at the ground. I felt the butterflies in my stomach go crazy, and I had to take a deep breath again to calm myself down. I looked back into his beautiful, chocolate eyes and stared in silence for a while.  

Pretty girl there’s no need to fret

Because it’s midnight, he’s drunk, and you’re the one in his head.

You don’t even have to try at all. 

“I can’t say I’m in love with her but I feel something…strong towards her you know? I’m not even sure if she feels the same. It’s just- It hurts a lot that she doesn’t even trust me. ” Dan’s eyes got glossy, and he stared down at his cup again. All I did was nod my head. I understood where he was coming from. Someone you may be in love with and they might not even return the feeling. How ironic. 

“I understand, Dan. But you should get some rest, then talk to her in the morning.” I flashed a fake smile at Dan and stood up from his bed. I stood in front of him, and he stared into my eyes like he was searching for something.

“Thank you, Y/N. You’re honestly the best.” Dan put his glass down on his bedside table and got up to give me hug. I accepted it, taking in his warmth for that short moment I had. I sighed when he pulled away and sat in his bed. “You want to…stay with me for a bit?” He asked, not making eye contact. I gave him a weak smile, and nodded, sitting next to him as he got comfortable underneath the blanket.

I lost track of time, waiting for Dan to fall asleep. I stared at his sleeping figure for god knows how long, I felt like a complete creep. He looked so peaceful with his head resting in my lap it was hard not to. I gently stroked his hair as he slowly fell asleep, his arms wrapped around my body as his head rested on my leg. I checked the time on his phone, 1:00 am. I noticed his lock screen, expecting it to be a picture of him and Allison. But instead it was a picture of him, me, and Phil at VidCon on our day off. I smiled at it, but quickly my smile faded when a text from Allison popped up. I decided to ignore it, and finally leave Dan’s side. 

I crept towards the kitchen, hoping not to wake Dan or Phil up. However, to my surprise Phil was standing in the kitchen, drinking some tea while leaning against the counter. 

“So, how did it go?” He asked, staring at me. 

“She doesn’t trust him apparently. Allison thinks he’s cheating on her with…me.” I sighed. All my emotions that I’ve been holding in all night were surfacing, and I wasn’t going to let it happen. “Um, he’s asleep now. He asked me to stay with him for a little while and I lost track of time because he was…uh-" 

"Cuddling with you?” Phil flashed me a smile, but it faded when he looked into my eyes and noticed the tears coming up. He gave me a sympathetic look and walked closer to me. “You should just tell him so he knows. So you don’t have to keep hurting. He will understand, Y/N." 

"I know Phil. It’s just- it hurts seeing them together so much. And of course I want him to be happy! But that selfish part of me wants him to be happy with me. God, it fucking hurts.” I felt a warm streak roll down my cheek, and I quickly wiped it away, looking away from Phil. 

“Y/N.” I knew he was trying to make me look at him, but I hated being this vulnerable. “Y/N.” I gave in and stared into Phil’s icy blue eyes. It was full of sympathy, and I couldn’t take it anymore. 

“Phil, don’t look at me like that please. It’s only making me feel worse.” I felt more tears surfacing and let out a heavy sigh. I heard Phil mumble a small apology and he embraced me in a warm, loving hug. At that point I finally broke. I started sobbing into his shirt, with every sob he would hold me tighter, and tell me everything was going to be okay. He gently ran his hands through my hair. I pulled away from Phil, and sniffed, gently rubbing my nose. 

“Y/N, I know it hurts but-” Phil paused in the middle of his sentence and stared behind me. I looked up to Phil, then turned around to see what he was looking at. There was Dan, his hair curly and disheveled, and his empty glass in his hands.

“What’s wrong?” Dan asked, noticing my red, puffy eyes and the tear stains on Phil’s shirt. He looked into my eyes and I could tell he was concerned.

“N-Nothing.” I lied.

“Obviously there’s something wrong, Y/N, tell me.” Dan walked over to the counter and placed his cup on the surface. I looked up to Phil, and nodded, signaling for him to give us some alone time. When Phil left the room, Dan pulled me into a tight hug, and for the second time that night I broke down. “Want to talk to me about what happened?”

I pulled away from Dan and stared at the floor. “It’s not really about w-what happened. It’s more…what’s happening.” I let out a fake chuckle. Dan shot me a confused look, and backed up to lean against the counter.

“Tell me what’s going on or so help me god Y/N I will-”

“Okay. Um. I guess.”

“Spit it out, please.” Dan tilted his head, giving me a worried look. God I can’t handle this anymore.

“Okay, you don’t even have to respond to this…but I really need it out in the open.” I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and I took deep unsteady breath. “I just need you to know that…that” I stared into Dan’s eyes and I could feel my heart aching all over again. I felt tears pouring out of my eyes and saw Dan’s tall figure making his way over to comfort me again but I pulled away.

“Please don’t. You’re just going to make this harder.”
“Y/N tell me. Please, you’re making me worried.” I realized that Dan and I were standing really close, closer than we usually are. I looked into his beautiful eyes like it was the last time then stared at the floor.

“I think I’m in love with you.” I mumbled. 

“What? Speak up, love.” Dan said softly. 

“Fuck.” I ran my fingers through my hair and avoided eye contact at all costs. “I think I’m in love with you and it fucking stings so much to see you and Allison together. I mean I don’t blame you, or her. Allison is like the definition of perfect. I mean she makes me look blind with how adventurous she is and you look at her like the world is fucking perfect. It’s so stupid to think that I could compare to her. But god, do I wish it was me in your arms instead of her. Don’t even get me started about how I feel about you because there is too much history to even go over.” I shook my head, staring at the ground, watching my tears hit the white kitchen tiles.

“Y/N, can you look at me please?” Dan was still speaking softly. 

“Dan I told you, you don’t have to even say anything. You could just simply ignore it and leave, I’ll get the point." 

"Look at me, Y/N.” Dan said, more stern but still full of care. I rolled my eyes and stared into his eyes. Even though my vision was blurred I could still see the small glimmer in his eyes. “I’m sorry for-”

“Dan I told you, you don’t have to do this." 

"Y/N, we need to talk about this. We can’t just ignore it.”

“Well I’ve been ignoring it for 3 years now, so I think I’m good. I know the speech you’re about to give me and I just…” I let out a muffled sob into my hand, and looked back up to him. “Please I can’t take this right now." 

"Please let me just-" 

"Dan, I’m so sorry I shouldn’t have said anything. I really need fresh air…I’ll be back in a bit." 

Dan looked over to the clock on the oven, and slowly moved towards the door. "It’s 1:20, Y/N you can’t go outside alone." 

"Well I am, so please move.” Dan was blocking the doorway. I made eye contact with him and got lost in his eyes again. I felt like time slowed down when we stared into each other’s eyes, but I broke the contact because I felt more tears coming. Dan reluctantly walked up to me, opening his arms to give me a hug. But instead, I pulled away from him. 

“I’m so sorry.” I mumbled, and ran down the stairs to the front door, putting on my shoes and coat. 

“Y/N wait-”

I left before I could hear anymore. I let the cold London air enter my lungs, as I tried to relax from what happened, and trying to decide if I should go back and face Dan, or go to a friend’s house. I ultimately decided on staying outside for a while. Sitting on a park bench staring at the trees in the park as I replayed what happened through my head. 

What am I going to do?

A/N: Second part? Or leave it there? YOU DECIDE


Summary: Your cousin needs help with her adorable 2-year-old.

Words: 1533

Paring: Steve x Reader

Warnings: Kids and loads and loads of fuffly

Originally posted by bushy-barnes

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“Are you sure that you three are going to be okay?” You look into your cousins’ eyes and nod. You understand that she is worried about leaving her daughter with you and Steve for the whole afternoon, it’s the first time since her divorce that she is going out and she is looking for excuses not to “Of course, how many times have I watched Kate? Go have fun on your date.”

“It is not a date and are you sure that Steve is not gonna mind? He works so much and this is his free time…” You don’t let her finish “Of course it is a date, he asked you for coffee and cake, and in my book that is a date. About Steve, don’t worry he loves kids.”

You are not sure if this is true, you and Steve never talked about having kids or even kids in general in your eight-month relationship. But how bad can it be? In the worst case, he spends all day locked in the room while you play with a toddler.

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What makes him different from other superheroes first and foremost is he doesn’t see himself as a superhero. He sees himself as a politician. That’s the first thing on his mind when he wakes up in the morning. ‘How am I going to fulfill my duties as king of this place?’

He has to keep harmony between the tribes within his country, and that means managing expectations and doing things that are unpopular. At the same time, he is the protector of that nation.

—  Director Ryan Coogler, on T’Challa’s character
I know it hurts, God I know better than anyone what it’s like to see people come and go more than they should in your life. I know it hurts & you don’t expect it to hurt as much cause it seems like it’s a daily thing for you but it still hurts whenever someone leaves when they promised they wouldn’t. I know you want it to not be true and I know you just wanna wake up from this bad dream you call life and I am so sorry you can’t shake this feeling. I know it hurts because you feel so alone and you don’t know who to be without him and you feel empty inside but my love you were whole before him. You’ll be whole again it just takes time and I know you don’t have that much time because your kindness is growing weaker with everyone person who walks away but please don’t lose that love you have inside you. That fire that seems to never go out but feels like it does whenever this happens. You are so much more than a little ass or a year of I love you’s. I wish you could see that you don’t need love to be complete and you definitely don’t need him. I know you don’t wanna hear this right now but he left. He’s not coming back and I know it hurts cause he promised but sometimes people make promises and break them. It doesn’t mean it’s your fault it just means life is taking its course to try and bring you down. I know it hurts to see him being happy while you’re crying yourself to sleep. I know it hurts to see him happily going on with life when life has paused for you. I know it hurts because now you’re greeted with empty words instead of Goodnights. I know it hurts because you now wake up to a ragging headache and a dry face from crying yourself to sleep instead of a good morning text and I love you. I know it hurts because he’s the first person you wanna tell good news to or talk about your fears but he’s gone. He’s off having fun while you’re drinking 7 shots of vodka just to feel a little less hopeless and it’s anything but fair. Soon he’ll be a faded face, I promise you. Soon his name won’t sting as much and soon you’ll learn to love yourself again. But please all I ask if just don’t give up. Don’t lose that fire that’s inside of you. Don’t become cold because one boy broke your heart, he’s not worth it. Don’t lose that love for painting. Don’t lose your love for finding love. Don’t lose who you are just because he has made you wonder who you are to begin with recently. I know it hurts, God I am so sorry. I know he’s not here to say it’s gonna be okay but I’m here. I’m here & it’s gonna be okay. It has to be okay.
Langst Fic Idea Part 3!

A part 3? Why yes indeed it’s the part 3. You guys have finally satiated my thirst for validation, thus I give to you this… thing. 

Part 1 & Part 2

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anonymous asked:

You two don't argue often but it does happen. Kissing his nose is how you eventually make the tension lingering in the air disappear. It's a simple and affectionate gesture. It happens when you walk in on him sitting on the couch—head tilted back, eyes closed in thought. That's when he feels your lips briefly meet the tip of his nose before pulling away. It startles him but he can't help but smile a bit. You look down into his eyes and ask, "We're still cool, right?" "O'course, poppet." Idk xx

I genuinely teared up. I am not even lying, this made me cry. Jesus Christ, I can’t even explain how badly I want this…

And when the fight is more serious, he’ll wait for the nose kiss, eagerly, cause he hates fighting with you. And when it doesn’t come, when you go to bed without even bothering to tell him goodnight, without even bothering to give him his much expected nose kiss, that’s when he knows he messed up royally.

And in the morning, when you wake up, moving to stretch yourself, you find him cuddled so close to you, his face almost touching yours and when he opens his eyes, they’re red from lack of sleep - the sleep he lost trying to think of a way to say how sorry he is.

“Yeh didn’t give me my kiss.” He tells you, voice rough with sleep and regret. “M’nose kiss… that’s when I know you’ve forgiven me.”

“It’s cause I didn’t forgive you yet.” You sigh and even though you’re still quite mad at him, you can’t bring yourself to pull away from him.

“I’m really sorry, love. ‘M a tosser, a proper idiot and I’m so sorry.” He’s sincere and the way he’s nuzzling against you, nose bumping yours in search for some sort of contact shows you just how much this means to him.

Lifting your chin up, your lips press to his nose with a loud smack and you can hear the relieved sigh that comes from him, his shoulders relaxing immediately after you pull away, green eyes searching yours, gleaming with sincerity and regret.

“We’re good?” He asks, hopeful.

“We’re good.”



bts member : jungkook x reader

Genre: angst /smut

rated mature :  but not in all the chapters

summary : if you want to and if you don’t want to, things are bound to happen and you broke the rules and run away only to find your self in a lion’s Den , jungkook a man who has every thing; power wealth and fame all together to burn your heart and existence if you moved away, in a land full of horses what could happen between both of you ,two young persons who meant to share the same dream  !

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the weather was cold outside when you stepped out , jungkook was wearing his cloves as he walked next to you  both took your suit case and headed to the car 

he didn’t said that much not even told you where he was heading and you weren’t going to ask any way it felt awkward how cold his gazes were as like as last night was a dream and as you recognized the road you started to feel it was 

a dream !

Your body was still aching and you were still feeling awkward but you couldn’t tell if it was really true! all you thought about this morning when he told you to get ready that he was planning to go somewhere with you well isn’t this what all newly weds do !! but the car was rolling the road heading back to the ranch and you didn’t dare to say any thing You couldn’t ask him why how and what was going on you were just resting on your seat inhaling his scent mixed with the air until the car stopped 

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Dating Namjoon would Include:

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.. my God, if perfection was a human he would be Kim Namjoon.

.. Clumsy perfection.

.. Now that phrase brings a lot of bitter memories.

.. like the time he spilled hot water down your dress when he was attempting a seductive lip bite, pushing his hair back.

.. at some point you just stopped questioning how he can be so jinxed and just accepted it

.. Because if you get mad everytime he crushes you in bed this relationship would have ended in a couple of weeks.

.. sure you love him and all, but dating him is like a death hazard waiting to happen.

.. I am not being cruel, he is my bias afterall but remember when he almost burned suga turning on the stove? And when he broke his glasses just by touching them? I speak based on facts.

.. another facts is that his voice is sexy as hell fight me to eternity on this.

.. I mean young forever always makes me have doubts over the reason I am still breathing.

.. just imagine that voice, but deeper, waking you up in the morning, his fingers dancing on your bare skin, his hot breath tickling your neck, this is so unfair.

.. Lord give me strength to keep writing this.

.. all jokes aside, when he pushes you against the wall and bites your neck to mark his property at the least expected places it gives you a thrill no one can compete with.

.. and he knows that damn well that’s why he flashes you that evil grin.

.. you get to hear him rap all day and that by itself is a blessing

.. like you are laying on the bed, nothing much going on and he is working on this heated verse so you just get up and sit on his lap until he is done, this is his favourite thing ever.

.. and just because he doesn’t pick up his phone when he is at the studio doesn’t mean he isn’t thinking about you because he keeps getting distracted by your face waiting for him at home.

.. “Baby girl, my lips are swollen from all the rapping…”

.. sure he can be a sexy god when he wants but if he just wasn’t feeling it, you’re into bear hugs, heart melting cuddles, and lots and lots of general cuteness.

.. it’s all unintentional but it really shocks you like how can this man filled with sexual desire and inability to walk in straight line be so adorable.

.. and don’t get me started on those deep conversations. Like you are cooking dinner or just laying in bed and you two fall even deeper in love talking about hidden meanings in life.

.. on camera he is this strong, in control man but in reality, those deep thoughts, when said out loud, prove that he is just another human with insecurities.

.. and he loves you beyond description because you make him a stronger more confident man.

.. so he puts together a mixtape he spent all his blood sweat and tears on just for you.

.. you are his spoiled baby, it’ll reach a point you can tell gucci from YSL just by glancing at the shopping bag.

.. let me just put this out, he is really jealous. There is no way around this, no other man is supposed to come anywhere near you and if anyone dared to cross the boundaries, hell shall open up.

.. one day he will call you asking for help because he doesn’t know what to wear and you two are facetiming, picking outfits together.

.. “I’ll put a ring around that finger, just you wait”

.. you’re dates are always varying, somedays he is taking you out on the fanciest date in Paris, the others he is laying on the couch at the dorm, with your head over his chest, eating an entire bucket of chicken.

.. Kim Namjoon’s entire existence is 19+ i mean if he is staring at you from across the room, his eyes darkened with lust you’re up for a long long night.

.. but he isn’t all about that. You are his spacial one. He may have trouble showing it as the other members but you mean the entire world to him.

.. The Rap Monster, is a true, fine gentleman who only has eyes for his princess.

anonymous asked:

I won't trouble you to do it yourself since I'm sure it's lots but Is there a list someplace of all the prayers a woman is expected to say during the day? Thank you for your time.

I’m not personally aware of any list online, however the book Halichos Bas Yisroel by Rabbi Yitzchak Yaacov Fuchs is exactly what you’re looking for. I think the book is pretty difficult to get a hold of, though, so I don’t mind making a list for you. I’m consulting an ArtScroll siddur as I’m writing this so you might want to look at one if you’re reading this, if you have one.

Obvious Disclaimer: I’m not a rabbi or a poisek, this is what I was taught and do myself/am finding in Halichos Bas Yisroel as I type this. Please correct me if there is anything wrong. Also, things will differ depending on community/custom. This is for the Ashkenazi nussach and I only had weekday in mind while writing this.

Basically, it’s expected women say morning blessings/birchos hashachar, morning prayers/Shacharis, and afternoon prayers/Mincha. I’ve tried to break it down for you here.


  • Say Modeh Ani when you first wake up and are still in bed
  • Wash hands three times, say Reishes Chochmah (outside of a bathroom as it contains HaShem’s name). Some also recite Al Netilas Yadayim and Asher Yatzar here (assuming you went to the washroom), others recite it a bit later on, others say it at both times
  • (The non-ArtScroll siddur I normally use has Torah tzivah lanu Moshe at this point, but none of my ArtScroll ones do—just a heads up case you’re using a siddur that does have it, you should say it)
  • Skip the brachos for tzitzis and tallis
  • Mah Tovu, Adon Olam, Yigdal
  • Al Netilas Yadayim, Asher Yatzar
  • Blessings of the Torah/Birchos haTorah
  • Elokai Neshama
  • Morning blessings/birchos hashachar
  • Most women skip offerings/korbonos
  • Psukei d’zimra
    • If you are in a pinch for time, it will suffice to say Baruch She’amar, Ashrei, and Yishtabach. The remaining order (if you’re in a rush but have time to say some) is as follows:
    • Psalm 150, 148, 146, 147, 149 (the Hallelukahs)
    • Vayarech Dovid until Tifartecha
    • Hodu laShem until Ki Kadosh HaShem
    • Remaining sections
  • Shema
    • I was personally taught that women aren’t obligated in saying anything leading up to the actual Shema, so I don’t say any of the preceding brachos. Halichos Bas Yisroel says “women may recite the two blessings, Yotzer ohr and Ahavah rabbah, preceding Shema.”
    • Say at least the first verse of Shema, however it’s incredibly praiseworthy to say the whole thing
  • Continue with Emes V’yatziv, leading into Shmona Esrei
  • Shmona Esrei
  • Most women skip Tachanun
  • Skip anything about Torah reading
  • Can skip the second Ashrei and U’Vah l’Tzion
  • Aleinu
  • Can skip Psalm of the Day
  • You’re done Shacharis!

Later in the day, you say Mincha, which is the afternoon prayer. It’s the shortest prayer.

  • Ashrei
  • Shmona Esrei
  • Skip Tachanun
  • Aleinu

Most women don’t say Maariv, which is the evening prayer. Please remember that in any of the prayers, you don’t say Kaddish unless you’re responding to it in shul (we don’t say it without a minyan).

Before you go to sleep, you should say Krias Shema al haMita/the bedtime Shema. Halichos Bas Yisroel simply mentions saying Shema and the blessing HaMapil, not the whole thing.

And, of course, you should be saying brachos throughout the day (before/after eating, asher yatzar, etc.)

This probably looks super intimidating, so please take things on slowly. No need to frustrate yourself and be stuck saying Shacharis for two hours if it might lead you to resent davening! I personally started with saying birchos hashachar and once I was committed to doing that, I added more in slowly. If you’re really in a pinch (i.e. slept in through your alarm and have 10 minutes to get to work), you can say a quick personal prayer that includes praise to HaShem, a personal request, and words of thanks.

I hope this was clear!

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A request for @birdy-blue123

Hope you like it, please contact me and let me know if this is what you were wanting xxx

You look up from the book you’re reading as the door swings open and Fili walks in looking somber and pained. His knuckles are white as they tightly clench around his coat in his hand, and his eyes are fixed on the floor in front of him.

Seeing your precious fiance in such a state fills you with fear and you stand quickly in concern. “My light, what troubles you?”

As your voice reaches his ears, Fili immediately calms and his grip around his coat softens. His gaze lifts and rests on your face. You watch his eyes soften and his coat drop carelessly to the ground. He hurriedly walks forward and pulls you into him. One of his arms wraps around your waist and his other rests against your back as his hand gently pushes your head into his shoulder. Fili buries his face into your shoulder and breathes in deeply.

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Untimely Ripped

Until I was rushed into emergency surgery, there was nothing really unusual about my pregnancy. I was perfectly healthy for nine months. I went to doula-guided community yoga classes where we processed our pregnancies in group talks and learned about safe, empowering natural alternatives to the Patriarchal Medical Establishment. I sailed into and out of appointments with my OB/GYN (who I went to because I was pretty sure I’d want that epidural in the end, no matter how patriarchal it was). I didn’t have a single complication or complaint to report. And then I actually went into labor, and everything went wrong at once.

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Another One

Originally posted by khhrealm

Featuring:Simon D 

Genre: Fluff

Request:yoongijjangjjangmanbboongbboong said:Simon Dominic father scenario. He comes back from tour and you have a 3 month old baby and he plays with her and then when you lie down on bed you guys talk and he asks if you would want another kid in a while

A/N:slight change. I decided to give you guys some light fluff after yesterday’s angst scenario ^^

“Appa, Aaa-pppaaa, say Aaa-pppaaa.”
You couldn’t have possibly woken up to a cuter scene, you weren’t aware just when your husband had come back from his tour or just when had you fallen asleep.But waking up to your husband laying next to you with your baby on his chest while attempting to teach her, her first word; was simply priceless.
“Kiseok, babe you do realize she’s too young to speak?” you giggled.

He let out a laugh, “I’m just making sure her first word is dad.”
“I’m not so sure about that, but I guess we’ll have to wait and see. Though I am pretty sure it going to be mom.” you teased. “When did you get home?”
“Not too long ago. Did I wake you up?”
“No. How was the tour?” you asked as you ran your fingers through Kiseok’s hair enjoying finally having your husband home.
“It was good, the turnout numbers were bigger than what we expected.”
“That’s great! Honey I’m so proud of you.”
“Thanks baby, but enough about work. I need a full report about our little princess here.” he said while gently poking your daughter’s cheeks and making funny faces at her so she would continue giggling.

“Well the little princess, finally only wakes up twice during the night. But, she still somehow doesn’t get sleepy till after midnight, I’d say she takes after you on that one. She’s still not a fan of baby formula milk”
Kiseok let out a chuckle, “That’s my girl! Why settle for a baby bottle when you can you can get the real thing.” he said as he stared at your breast, “Same taste as her daddy, but just as pretty as her mommy.”

“Kiseok!” you nagged.
“You know with the tour going so well, Jay’s planning to add a few additional concert dates. I think we need another man in the house. I need someone to take care of my ladies when I’m away, I’m pretty sure I’m gonna need some help shooing away all of our baby’s suitors when she grows up.”

“Just what’s on your mind, Kiseok?”
“Exactly what you’re thinking. What do you say? I want another baby, a little boy. Our daughter got most of your looks but she seems to take after my personality and my temper. I think with my looks, I should pass them on and hopefully his patience is like yours, so he can keep up with this little one.” he said teasingly his tone full of mischievous intent.

“Not gonna lie I’ve been giving it a lot of thought lately, I just didn’t expect another baby so soon.”
“Well tonight’s gonna be a busy night and a long one.” he reached over and kissed your cheek, “I missed you.”

thank you for reading~ if you liked it please remember to like it or reblog or drop me a message. Feedback is highly appreciated and welcomed (: (For those who voted Jaewon over Simon D, I gotcha for the next scenario. The next choosing round might be harder to pick between (;)

My best friends brother || Brett Talbot Imagine

Request: I would like to request ! Brett x reader. Something along the lines of Y/n being Liams little sister and Loris best friend . Y/n like 16 and Brett is like 18 . And it’s kinda like the the song “my best friends brother ” by Victoria Justice Oh and Thank uuu!

Word count:2702

A/N: I got a little bit carried away with the request. I hope you still like it , I put in a few mor aspects to make it more interesting. If you want to, I will do a second part, which is more like the song.


„Are you coming to the game tonight?“, Liam asked while you were doing your homework. „Yeah, of course Lori comes as well and it is against Devenford Prep! Oh, and also I’ll stay over at Lori’s afterwards.“

„Lori could stay here tonight and not the other way around“, your older brother told you with slight annoyance in his voice. You knew it was because of Brett, you thought they would be cool by now but Liam still did not like him. But you on the other hand liked Brett a lot, he was always very kind to you and there was just something about him that made you feel very attracted to him.

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Because Of You ~Bellamy Blake~

Originally posted by bellarke


Summary: A storm hits the camp and reader who is afraid of storms goes to find safety in Bellamy’s tent, who is her best friend, but she also hasffeelings for him. As they lay in bed together, snuggled to each other, things are revealed and suddenly the storm is not the main thing occupying reader’s mind.

Word Count: 1954

Not even hearing wardrums or the fog horn echoing trough the air scared me as much as the sound that repeatedly filled my ears. I knew the thud that accompanied the lightings striking all around the sky should terrify me the least. However, I couldn’t help but jerk every time I heard the sound. I was getting anxious and the fact that the storm didn’t seem to be about to end so soon was making me feel even more restless. The rational part of me told me it was stupid to be scared of such a thing, but the other part was a few inches from breaking down.

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Cheating|| H.S. (your P.O.V)

His P.O.V.: http://blackmilkshake.tumblr.com/post/156212433502/cheating-harry-styles-imagine

Cheating Your P. O. V. 

This whole month has been the most tiring one of the year. I would stay in my office till midnight sometimes, all of these because I want to do as much as I can before Harry and I start to plan out the wedding and get married, achieve everything I have proposed before the wedding. 

I touch the engagement ring he gave me a few months ago and just the thought of marrying the love of my life makes me so happy. I stand up from my cubicle and look out, the sky is amazingly grey and it kind of scares me. It’s definitely going to rain. Again

Yesterday I had to stay at my best friend’s because mine and Harry’s house was way too far from my job. But today, hopefully, I would get home before the storm starts. I think about sending Harry a message but I just want to surprise him. It’s Tuesday and I haven’t seen him properly since last Friday, since my schedule has gone crazy I only see him for breakfast and before he falls sleep, if I am lucky enough to see him before he falls sleep. His life is much more tiring than mine so I totally get it. I take my car and drive to the closest restaurant and grab his favorite. On my way home I think about how lucky I am for having such an amazing and caring fiancé. Even though I feel like we are a little distant it may be because of our tight schedules. 

It will end soon tho, I am pretty sure my boss is giving a promotion and I want it, yes it is supposed to be more tiring but it will actually allow me to work it from home if I wanted to, I would also get to travel, so I would not feel so alone when Harry leaves for touring. That’s why I’ve been working so hard too. It couldn’t be so far, my boss has been giving me little hints about it, giving me extra tips and more responsibilities. I may even get that promotion next week, as I have heard. 

I am so excited. 

As I get to our house entrance I feel something weird inside me. Like… if something was not right. All the lights are on and Harry never turns on all the lights, he prefers dark rooms. Once I open the front door I hear moans coming from upside and my stomach twists. I close my eyes as I feel my heartbeat speed faster than I can tell. And for the first time ever I wish he’s just watching porn. 

Once I’m the top of the stairs I hear a very deep and low “fuck” that I can recognize as Harry’s voice and then her answer “oh fuck, Harry I want you inside of me so bad.” It takes me a couple of seconds to actually realize what’s happening. I feel my heart breaking and at the same time dying with each groan coming from their mouths, making me unable to move a single muscle. I know what will happen if I open that door and a huge part of me doesn’t want it to happen. Why is all of this happening to me? Was I just not enough? “Fuck, love I’m gonna fuck you so hard.” Harry’s deep moan makes me want to throw up, that’s the way he calls me yet that word feels so gross in this very moment. I can’t take it any longer. But…Do I really want to look at that? Do I really want to see my fiancé -or should I say ex fiancé- fucking another girl in what used to be our bed? Before they can do anything else I open the door widely, trying to keep all the tears inside of me, I don’t want to give them the satisfaction to see me broken. 

As soon as I enter Harry quickly stands up, pushing the girl that he had beneath him in the process, his eyes so wide open that I felt as if they would fall at any moment. He opens his mouth, yet no word leaves, then he clears his throat, definitely caught off guard. Of course he did not expect me coming home earlier and I cannot help but wonder if he had done this before. “Kitten…” he whispers as he tries to fix himself but I can only stare at the girl that has a huge grin of satisfaction all over her face and then I feel all the insecurities I had ever felt blossoming in me. She was like a model, tall, fit, with long blonde hair, big eyes- summing up, ridiculously pretty.  He tries to take my hand in his but I just can’t stand his touch, not when my head goes this fast. It burns me. That woman winks at me and I feel a wave of rage all over my body, yet I don’t move. 

Of course she wanted it. 

Everyone wanted Harry and I apart, management, the fans, his girl friends. I thought we were strong. Guess they weren’t that wrong. 

They’ve won. 

Tears roll down my face as that woman walks out of the room, finally sinking in the fact that the love of my life didn’t think I was good enough for him. He lied to me, of course. He can get any girl in the world.  Why stay stuck with me his whole life? 

How far would have he gone if I had not entered? How long has this been happening? My own thoughts eating me alive. I feel dizzy and my stomach upside down, like if I could throw up at any moment. I close my eyes for a moment and look at the ground, hoping that everything stops spinning.

“Love” Harry calls me almost with fright but I feel even sicker at that pet name. He called that… that woman love while she was beneath him. I shake my head no.
I want to take that image out of my head. 

Suddenly the ring on my finger feels too heavy in my hand and I feel like taking it off, my eyes still on the ground. He takes a step closer again and I’m too weak to take a step back so I just stay there, lifeless as he takes my hand. 

And I suddenly feel hate. Hate towards myself. 

I promised myself I would never forgive something like this yet my heart wants to forgive him even when he hasn’t even said a word worth my forgiveness. I hate that I love him. I hate that I gave him my whole self. 

“Why, Harry? I trusted you.” It’s all I can manage without breaking more. I can’t even look at him in the eyes. His hand still on mine feels so right, his warmth sending chills down my spine just like the first time I met him. He doesn’t answer my question and that only makes me feel worst, cause I’m not even worth a reason to him. 

“I.. I don’t know. I love you, so much… don’t misunderstand this, please. I’m such an idiot… and please forgive me, I’ll do anything… babe please.”
Lies. Lies. Lies. I don’t want to believe them. That’s what I want my heart to understand. I can’t trust him anymore. Inside of me there is a huge battle between my morals and my feelings.
“Please… hit me, yell at me, make me feel like the worst man on earth, just… do something.”  He begs, sounding so desperate and I can feel him crying, his hand trembling in mine, cold and sweaty but it’s the first time I don’t confort him. It definitely breaks me, but I’m just too broken to fix anyone else, even him. 

I put up with the hate that I received on social media, the stalking, the paps watching every step I took, I had a thick skin for all of that and not even in my wildest dreams I expected the betray from him, it makes me feel so lost, so alone.

I thought it was us against the world.

Out of nowhere he leans down and kisses me and I want to quit so bad because those lips where on her before but it feels so right, his warmth and I feel so weak that I can´t help but kiss him back, even when I feel dirty. He was with someone else two minutes ago. I scold myself. The kiss is full of something I hadn’t felt in a while and I’ve just come to notice. He’s kissing me with so much love and passion that I hadn’t felt in a long time, probably since the proposal. Love that I had always given him. Love that I didn’t notice he had stopped feeling towards me. It feels like the first kiss. But it may the last one. 

I can’t let a man do something like that to me and then expect me to act like if nothing ever happened. He never breaks our kiss, and we slowly lay down right there, on the floor, taking as much of each other as our hands can bare.  

I try to memorize each part of him as we both undress each other. 
His hair.
His big green eyes.
His mouth.
His nose.
His tattoos.
His torso.
All of him. 

I want to remember him like this, making love to me, making me feel loved, staining me. He lets out slow deep moans that only reminds me of what I’ve just seen and my mouth lets out groans against my will. Partly because of all the pain inside of me. Harry takes a minute to look at my face and then he hugs me while we become one, with so much care and delicacy, like if he does not want to harm me, but I am already hurt, from the inside. Moans are left in my ear and moans leave my mouth as his hands travel all over my body, giving me pleasure so slowly, like if there was no rush, making me cry in agony.
How long has it been since we actually made love? I quickly swipe the tears as he looks at my face. As we hit the highest point he moans my name in my ear and says an “I love you” that I can’t answer after knowing what I was about to do. 

Not even the heat of the fireplace can warm up the cold growing inside of me. I look at him, lying right next to me, with his angelic self. I would have never thought he would do something like that. Tears fall down my face as a wave of rage hits me again.  I did nothing to deserve this. No one deserves this. I stand up slowly so I don’t wake Harry up. It’s three in the morning when I start packing all my stuff, leaving behind all of the things he gave me, including the necklace that came with the engagement ring. I call a cab when I’m done, but I feel empty and I want him to know how I feel so I write him a letter even when I feel so stupid. 

Dear Harry.

I know I should not be explaining myself but here I am. 
I used to believe that we were inseparable, but time showed me wrong. Forgiving is harder than you can expect and right now I don’t know if what I need is time or to be away from you, so I’m doing both. I love you, I always will and that’s what’s bothering me if I’m honest. I can’t be with you now. But you have such and amazing heart… yes, even after what you did, and you deserve someone that loves you as I do, but at the same time someone you can love too as much as I did, and I hope you can find that girl that makes you feel like you made me feel. 

All the love to you, (y/n). 

Tears stream down my face as I hear the taxi parking outside the house.

“Bye Harry” I whisper as I take out my engagement ring and place it in his hand and I give him a last kiss on his soft lips. I have to bit my lip so a sob doesn’t wake him up. That’s the last thing I need now. While I’m in the cab I call my mom so she can pick up my car later and my best friend so they know that I’ll be gone for a while and I don’t want to be chased by anyone, including them and Harry. At six o'clock I’m at the airport and I contact my boss accepting the offer he gave me two months ago about moving to branch office of his company instead of the promotion and he gladly gives it to me. I had to leave everything behind even when it broke me because how can someone ever forgive a cheater? How can you cheat on someone you say you love? 

However a part of me wants to fight, to forgive him. Because I love him. 

Always have. 

Always will. 


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The Time to Sleep 🍂

We found a place to which we drive
And I offer you the time
To sleep - to dream
To wake up when we arrive…”

Poses: @simtrovart, thank you 💕

Sleeping with Monsta X

This is my first time attempting one of these, so please bear (hahaha bear. Get it. Shownu) with me


·       So, honestly I feel like Shownu would totally be a cuddler

·       He would get all comfy

·       and wrap his arms around you

·       and just snuggle his head into your neck

·       and start humming to himself

·       which helps both of you fall asleep

·       I mean come on

·       Cuddles and Shownu humming in his deep voice

·       Yes please

·       Oh no I gave myself Shownu feels and this is literally just the beginning


·       Imagine perfect girl, but in real life

·       Like enough said


·       Jooheon

·       Enough said

·       Kidding, I’m kidding

·       Ok, first off

·       He would totally make you wear one of his hoodies to bed and his hats

·       He may treasure his hats, but he treasures you even more

·       I think I’m dead

·       Like Shownu, he enjoys his cuddles

·       Before sleeping, you would totally have a dimple poking challenge

·       I don’t care if you don’t have dimples, he would still love your cheeks and IT WOULD BE CUTE

·       Speaking of being cute

·       Aegyo for days man

·       There would be Aegyo challenges almost every night

·       After all those challenges, it would be time for bed

·       So, you know how I mentioned those cuddles

·       Now is the time

·       He would totally become a big spoon and just cuddle right up into you, but would occasionally like to be the little spoon

·       Once he gets comfortable, he’ll start to singing to you

·       Don’t even get me started with his singing

·       He would be doing this to try and help you fall asleep quicker

·       But instead

·       He would end up falling asleep

·       Which you would find really adorable

·       Just to state. Jooheon is not my bias and @thetreemusketeers had a lot of input on this since he is her bias


·       Sassy sassy eomma

·       Like the queen of sass

·       Even just going to bed, he would be the sassiest person

·       “Have you brushed your teeth yet?”

·       Yes mother

·       “Come over here and let me check…” *Smells your breath* “you did not. Go and brush your teeth right now.”

·       Wouldn’t want to cuddle as much as others

·       He is totally a light sleeper

·       Aka

·       Do not move out of the bed unless you absolutely have to

·       Cranky AF when he gets up

·       If you do get out of the bed, he will reach out for you and pout

·       And if you don’t come back, he is gonna be even crankier

·       Like no matter what, you are totally screwed


·       This boy is a ball of energy

·       It would almost be impossible to get him to sleep

·       Like

·       You would be ready for bed and this boy is using the bed like a trampoline

·       I feel like he would have a routine to get him ready for bed

·       The both of you would go and wash your face and brush your teeth and all that good stuff

·       Then to get him to calm down and actually get ready for bed

·       You would need to cuddle up to him and start playing with his hair. I just really want to play with his hair

·       Once asleep, this poor man is going to toss and turn all night

·       He just can’t get comfy

·       You might get kicked out of the bed on occasion but he doesn’t mean to

·       He’s still cute though!


·       Get ready for memewon

·       Sleeping edition

·       I am joking

·       We all know how much this boy loves his sleep

·       I mean who doesn’t

·       But sometimes Hyungwon can’t sleep without you

·       And at this moment, when he can’t sleep

·       He gets whiney, and the sleepier he gets, the more he will whine

·       Literally just go and cuddle the man until he is asleep and then get up and do whatever you were doing before

·       He seems like he is a heavy sleeper, so if you are worried about waking him at any moment, don’t

·       If you get up to use the restroom, expect to no longer have your spot

·       He will take over the entire bed in like .3 seconds


·       This boy would have so many damn pillows and stuffed animals, that you would almost be suffocated every night

·       “Can we take a few pillows or something off Changkyunie?”

·       “But we need them!”

·       Then he pulls you on to the bed, making some of the pillows and stuffed animals fall anyway

·       He would wrap his arms around you after pulling you down on the bed

·       He would totally give you a massage to help you relax and get ready for bed

·       Before going to bed, he would come out in his PPAP outfit, glasses and all, and you would just roll your eyes as he begins to do the song and you tell him to go get in pjs.

·       I can totally see him singing the acoustic version of beautiful, of course not as well as the others but still well, while playing with your hair.

·       He would totally be a normal sleeper, but if he did wake up and see that you weren’t in the bed

·       End of the world

·       He would literally be the whiniest member because he lost his cuddle buddy


·       “Changkyunie, I had to use the restroom.”

·       “Come back and cuddle. I miss you.”

·       *Sighs* still gets back into bed with him because he’s cute and you love him