There Was Only One Bed Was What They Were Informed.. Had To Be , A Thought . They Purposefully Arranged

There was only one bed was what they were informed.. had to be , A thought . They purposefully arranged this so that B is forced to confront them about the emotions they share. But the light switches on in the room and as B comes inside they notice : there's no bed. B also wanted to confront A about feelings so they made arrangements to make the bed disappear too. Missing bed space is filled with a unique chemical smell , and words written with charcoal

As the moon waxes , along with tides of sea

Disappearance of love , you shall see

A immediately freezes . B holds them by shoulders and shakes them. "You need to be in senses!" They call. A melts into Bs arms , but their eyes are blood shot , as they think about how B knows what the secret prophecy is . Little do they know , a dark shadow is looming across the corner listening to all the conversation , hands all blackened in soot. ...

Mystery / Thriller fans

Writer: There Was Only One Bed…

Smut fans: *gasp!!!!!*

Writer: So They Spooned All Night And The Brooding One Allowed Themselves To Feel Vulnerable For The First Time In Years And The Chirpy One Got Some Quality Snuggles

Fluff fans: *GASP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!*

Angrezi me saiyaan kar liya tere nam ka tattoo

👁️👄👁️ anon

NOBODY says that to my man I ..

This not enough for you ?

Good. Be blind. Keep ignoring.

Joonie lovers aren't crowd types , but more like connoisseurs anyway 😎 🤗.

Someone in my inbox trying to convince me that Namjoon is not good looking

Bitch is you blind.

Me after reading this :

size/strength kink with namkook plsss

Jungkook points it out first. “Namjoon, look,” he calls out, patiently waiting for his friend to look over as he creeps up beside you. You’re on your toes, making a desperate reach for the bowl on the highest shelf of the kitchen cabinets, and hardly see the need to pay Jungkook any mind. It isn’t until you feel something broad and hard brush up along your backside, a long-sleeved arm raising up beside yours, that you pause. “Short,” he says. His breath fans along your shoulder, makes every hair of yours stand on end as Jungkook eventually retrieves the bowl with a giggle.

Namjoon chuckles. “Leave __ alone, Kook,” he says, though the laughter that taints his words says otherwise. He joins the two of you in the kitchen then, stands close beside you as if gauging you up himself. There’s a twinkle in his eyes, one that, while maybe not as obvious as Jungkook’s, is just as amused.

You frown. “I am not!” you squawk indignantly, arms assuming a defensive position crossed over your chest. The two share a look, and then promptly dissolve into a fit of laughter. Your cheeks burn.

“You’re short,” Namjoon says eventually, as if that’s any consolation. “So what?”

As if to prove his point, he takes one step closer, until the tip of his slipper bumps against yours, his chest very much in your face. Behind you, Jungkook follows his lead, crowding you into a makeshift people sandwich of sorts. “See?” Jungkook chuckles, his fingertips ghosting along the backs of your arms, over your elbows until they’re wrapping around your forearms, ever so casually guiding your hands upward so that they’re finding their home against Namjoon’s chest. “You’re tiny.”

Namjoon nods. “Tiny,” he repeats, placing his hands against your hips, giving you a tight squeeze that makes your heartbeat falter. Behind you, Jungkook presses in closer, his proximity making your breath hitch for the briefest of moments.

“I- I’m not,” you defend weakly, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by these two broad men and the tight fit between them. “You guys are just big.”

One of them laughs, you’re not really sure who. It’s a rather curt sound, more like a snicker. You don’t get to think on it long; Namjoon leans down, knocks his nose against yours. “I am,” he confirms in deeper tone, and the confidence in his smile breaks something within you.

Not one to be left alone, Jungkook childishly chimes in, “me too, me too,” leaning over your shoulder until his lips brush along the curve of your ear. And then, in a breathier tone, “really big.”

His boldness astounds you, makes you jerk forward in surprise, knocking against the hard planes of Namjoon’s body instead. Youre not safer here either, not with the man’s pelvis pressing against you, hinting at something that was certainly big beneath the front of his pants. A similar bulge nudges against the curve of your ass. Namjoon smiles, “do you wanna see how big, __?”

my favorite (not really tho) part of every comeback is when some people don’t like the song—

so they say they don’t like the song to all their followers who love the band (because this IS the BTS tumblr community)

and are shocked when people get pissed and even unfollow

cue the onslaught of posts (rightfully) saying that you don’t have to love everything an artist puts out to still love the artist

followed by the onslaught of posts claiming that anyone who didn’t love it and prefers their ‘old stuff’ is ‘entitled’ or ‘elitist’

followed by anons all over the dash vehemently agreeing with one of these two major opinion camps

this post is NOT intended to criticize or call out or belittle anyone who does any of this • it is your platform/your blog and I support you speaking what you feel to speak in your space (in general—obviously there are some important exceptions, but really this post isn’t about any of that)

this post is just me observing that this cycle is like CLOCKWORK—like the sun rising and setting • it happens every single comeback and every time I wonder if it’s the same people saying all the same things and if anybody—even one person—learned a little from our last ride on this crazy carousel…

imma leave the door OOOOPEEEN

wow… look at him!!!