#my sweetest cherry you’re so so sweet and kind and considerate ;;;:

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mommy 🥺🥺😚🩷

as i was scrolling through my pinterest feed i found the slutty brownies recipe too and thought of you aaaah they look so good i wish i could make them 🥹🥹🩷

i’m going to go to the restaurant today i wish i were going with you though my love 🥺🥺 i’ll tell you what i got later 🥺🩷

thank you so much for being here with me mommy 🥺🥺 whenever i’m nervous to post you always make me feel better about my writing and myself in general 🥺😭 i am so excited to read needy my love 🥹🥹🩷

i love you so so much my crystal gem!! 🥺😚🩷🩷💎

my cherry baby~ 🥺🥺😚🩵🩵

aaa you finally found them!! don’t they look so good? they look so sweet though idk if i could handle them but maybe if we made them and ate it together 😳😳 (sounds like overkill but i feel like it would be really good with vanilla ice cream! i love a good brownie with ice cream moment even if the brownie itself is like three different things lol)

i wish i could go to the buffet with you it sounds so good 😫😫 every time you tell me what you had there you make me wish i was there too >< i wanna feed you noodles and have a lady and the tramp moment 🥺🥺👉🏾👈🏾

of course my love, i’ll always be there for you 🥺🥺🩵 i’ll be here when you need your own personal cheerleader or a shoulder to cry on or someone to vent to, anything! i’m all yours <3 i love you so much my cherry bonbon~ 🥺🥺🥺🩵🩵

[revasser-destiny]

Hello I am your lovely positive Mun anon! This is for you mun! I dare you to show which muns you love like friends or family! You can list as many people you love but for every one person you list, you must say what you feel about that mun.

@idv-ask-azrael ❥ You always make me smile and laugh with Azzy, or just with your amazing personality! I know I always worry you when I consume sweets (pls forgive me, mama), but I do love you very much as a mother figure. You're just the sweetest cupcake I met so far, and I hope everything goes well for you. Ily! ♡

@theunconcernedembalmer ❥Another mama figure I love and cherish. Her artsyle is a lovely dreamscape to escape into when you want to indulge in the world of her muses! She is very kind and smart (dont you dare say no, or give me the no u card), and I look up to her like a butterfly shaped cloud in the sky. Also CLLLLLLAUUUUDDDDEEEEE AAAAAAAAAAA

@ask-idv-embalmer ❥Papasop is a beautiful ray of stardust at night, who listens to you and tries to make you laugh. I love them very much, and I would give them a homemade cake in shape of a heart. Their art is like looking at a colorful meadow of personalities and gold itself in my opinion! They also know my weakness for dad jokes so that's bonus there ♡

@cezlovesart ❥SISTER! I really love Cezzu to the point she is family to me. If I could, I would happily give her my munies and cookies without hesitation. 100% would cuddle and boop this precious angel of a sibling ♡

@idv-mike-morton ❥CLOWN MUMMMMMMM! I remember the day I made a mistake and became your child. I still don't regret it, haha! You are the funniest and loveliest person I met so far, a goddess in my eyes if I may be honest. You always know how to make me laugh and smile, even make the days seem brighter than before. I hope everything goes well for you, and if not, I'll be praying that it'll get better! ♡

@ask-the-idv-magus IZUMUMMMM! She is the chaotically beautiful gf of my clown mum, and I cherish her like the sun (no pun intended) itself. She also knows how to make me laugh, and I enjoy talking with her about aus and story ideas in vc. I compare her to the gentle rain in spring, soothing and understanding, but also very beautiful and sweet as the flowers curl up in wonder.

@seer-is-here ❥Fellow Detective StalkerGay, aka Gayboi Starboi. She is the gayest owl person I know, and she's really funny that I tend to giggle a lot, especially in rank. Jaff is an uplifting angel to me, and she's so kind that often I cry.

@identityvarchives ❥We may have just met, but let me tell you are such a beautiful diamond in the gallery of AUs and storytelling. I look up to you a lot, but I also wish the best to come your way, Alice. Ily! ♡

@http-idv ❥Same with the lovely Alice here, I also look up to you as an inspiration. You're such a gorgeous emerald in the meadow of writing scenarios, and telling the story of your muse. Much love! ♡

@ask-prospector-v ❥BROSIS! *inhales* YOU ARE SUCH A PRECIOUS GREMLIN TWIN THAT I WOULD SACRIFICE EVERYTHING I HAVE SO YOU CAN BE SMILING AND HABBY! YOU MAKE ME LAUGH AND GO UWU, GOD ILY SO MUCH! QAQ♡

@flowwerpot ❥You always take my kokoro with your Flower AU, and for that, I love you. In all seriousness, their Flower AU is like a beautifully made cake decorated as the blossoming dawn. They're just the sweetest person I've met, and I am honored to even be called their child. Flower mama is OP ♡

@nootnotno ❥NOOT, ILY SO MUCH THAT I WANNA CUDDLE WITH YOU ALL DAY, NO HOMO! You're such a solicitous angel, and I'm so happy to have met you in my life. Thank you for being my friend, and I hope you continue being such a sweetheart penguin! ♡

@ask-victor-grantzcampbell ❥Kira Kuro is just,,,, an angel sent from the heavens and I cherish them plenty. Their artstyle and storytelling with Victor has me intrigued and wanting for more. They're such a sweetheart that I wonder sometimes that if meeting them was a wonderful dream.

@ask-thepuppeteer-idv ❥D,,,DIA! She has taken my kokoro many times as well, but I love her very much that I let it happen. Dia is a darling to have around, and an amazing friend to talk with. She makes me smile with her presence and ocs, even if I do cry when angst comes over at times (SOBBING NOISES). I would 100% hold her hand and call her the Queen of Beautiful Dahlias ♡

@idv-lunar-shine ❥Hello, may I hug the mun and the muses (if I can without dying) please? The AU with Alice and Lucie is a wondrous gem to view over and over again that it makes me cry often. The dark parts mixed with light moments is a beautiful bouquet to be shared with people who are interested, and I feel blessed being one of them. If I could, I would love to give yumi a gift but sadly like always, Im a shy birb

@theincessantmercenary ❥First off, I like to mention that I didn't expect a Naib to come in my inbox and make me cry two rivers for an hour. Second, Lucie is a delightful rose in spring and no one can change my mind whatsoever. Their version of Naib is an engaging performance to watch alongside with Alice's Eli and yumi's lunar shrine (how do i mention everyone without breaking the keyboard), and I can't wait to see more. Also Marpesia is precious and I will die for her, thanks for coming to my TedTalk 😔

@ask-idv-conartist ❥A beautiful person with an amazing muse and artstyle. Their introduction is just perfection, and I often reread it because holy shit, it's just exceptionally good. I love the amount of work and care put into Charlie (100% would smooch on forehead, and hold hands with), his story

@ask-cesarandamelia-idvoc ❥Okami is a talented person whose muses are on my must protecc list. They're just the most amiable person I know, and they deserve much love for their creativity. They've also made me cry because of their art and writing to which I say please give me back my heart pls

@ask-magnetboi-nortnort ❥Have I mention that your Norton is the funniest bastard I have ever met so far? Now you know how much I love your blog, interpretation of Norton, and lovely you! Please don't hesitate to take a break once, and take care of yourself! Love you, Cousin Nyeli! ♡

@stitchedstatic ❥Mama Static is an affable rose in the meadow, and I love her very much! Her storytelling is a wonderful experience as more pieces are revealed from the characters. I'm not just talking about Alec and Nikola (you can obviously infer that I love the two), it's also her reverse characters and Clarity that make me go doki doki about everything. Mama Static, I would give you all of my donut cakes without hesitation and carry you to victory ♡

@ask-idvgardener ❥Mama Gwitchy is a wonderful mama, and I love their protrayal of dear Gardener. I would protect them with all of my life because they deserve the best. 100% would smile at just their presence alone ♡

@idv-missionary ❥Hi, Mama Fluff! I would like to tell you that you are the most loveliest morning glory I have ever met, and I wish that happiness will come your way when you need it. Love you! ♡

@ask-vampire-hunter-naib ❥Woosh come back from the war, jk. I love your interpretation of a vampire hunter Naib (including the others as well~)! Makes me want to care him, but also punch him at the same time fhdhdhdh. Please know that you are a beloved jewel in my heart, and I hope that everything blooms better for you! ♡

@ask-chloenair ❥Briar, we need to talk about how importantly beautiful you are. The representation of your muses is beautifully done, and their backstories makes me want to do a chef kiss every time. Your artstyle is just the perfect dessert to go along with the main dish, and I honestly can't wait for more of your story to come soon. I love you, Briar! ♡

@asimplecherry ❥Ah yes, the Angst Demon. Queen of said subject herself. My inspiration for darker writings and art itself. She is also a singing queen, and that opinion cannot be changed. Her muses are blast to have around, especially gremlin Emma who thonks people in the face. I just love Cherry's work so far, and I pray that everything goes well for her.

@idv-askclaudedesaulnier ❥Number one criminal who has stolen my kokoro so many times I've lost count. Their version of Claude is a darker, yet mystifying fairytale - which I fell in love with and thus my love for Claude began. Their artstyle is a mesmerizing star at night that carries on a different story in each of their blogs. And Bee, you are the most marvelous person I met so far, and I love you for being you. Take care of yourself, okay? Love you ♡

@peachy-teacakes ❥Dal here is my wise big sister who can also be dumb at the same time. Doesn't stop me from loving her because of her golden heart. Did I mention that she's a very beautiful being on this planet to the point that I believe she is a Queen? 😔♡

@ask-sculptor ❥My egg sister who apparently thinks that Wick is a, um.... not going to continue that because I know a couple will be screaming soon after i post this (XD). Winter is a beloved snowflake (no pun intended) and she is chaotically funny at the same time. Charlie Gayboi is my tol big bro, and you cant change my mind. ♡

@hatsirsir ❥BIG BROTHER! CAN I JUST SAY I APPRECIATE YOUR EXISTENCE EVERYDAY BECAUSE YOU ARE THE SWEETEST AND MOST CONSIDERATE PERSON I HAVE EVER MET! I CANT DIE FOR YOU, BUT I WILL HAPPILY COMPLIMENT WITHOUT HESITATION! YOU MAKE ME SMILE AND CRY HAPPY TEARS EVERYDAY WITH YOUR LOVING COMMENTS! YOUR CHARACTERS MAKE ME SOFT (except for obvious rats) AND PUT ME IN A CUDDLY MOOD. ILY HAT QAQ! ♡

[yaomingmingz]

You’re Pleasant

[kimi ni todoke AU, aka popular student! yuta and misunderstood! reader | fluff, angst, basically you and yuta are both soft and it’s sweet]

summary: you were always seen as scary no matter how many times you tried to make yourself helpful. everyone avoided you and always went silent around you, all except for nakamoto yuta

a/n: honestly this is all because i watched the live action movie and the male protagonist resembles yuta at times and have similar personalities

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1/Part 2

When you were born, everyone considered you as a pleasant child and you did your best to live up to those expectations. You were taught at a young age to do everything you can to help others. They were easy tasks, but you had hoped it could brighten someone’s day. It became a motto of sorts: “One good deed a day.” It would be simple deeds, like picking up trash, help carrying groceries, finding lost animals. Even though it didn’t seem too special, just one of these tasks made you feel accomplished, that someone could be happier because of you.

However, when you entered elementary, something changed. Your hair had grown long, covering your face at times; this caused the other kids to yell “Look!! It’s Sadako from The Ring!!!!” and run away at the sight of you. You didn’t have a very loud voice and spoke quite softly so then, you were confused as a ghost. It all seemed very childish, but many rumors sprouted because of it.

“I heard if you lock eyes with Y/N for three seconds, she’ll curse you!”

“Shut up! She’ll get angry!!”

“Oh no, she noticed! You guys are doomed now...”

This would happen regularly. You were used to it. But you didn’t really ever have real friends so you never knew how to act around the other students or even dispute the rumors. You just kept your head low and accepted the gossip as it came.

The most you could do was make yourself helpful to be liked by the others. You would help gather papers, stay late cleaning the classroom, volunteer when the others seemed hesitant, helping new students before they ran away.

Which somehow brought you to Nakamoto Yuta.

The first time you saw him it was on your way to school. It had been the first day and you decided to walk; it was beautiful, the cherry blossoms were in full bloom as they were softly carried in the wind, it felt ethereal. But somehow, he was ever more so. He was stuck at a fork in the road, unsure which path to take, but even confused, he was still breathtaking. It wasn’t hard to admire his beauty.

Though, you figured his confusion must have meant he was a new student. “Excuse me,” you cleared your throat to catch his attention. “If you’re looking for SM High, it’s that way.” You pointed in the exact direction you were walking.

For a moment he made an indescribable face, you figured even he had already thought you were scary. You told yourself it was fine, you were used to it. But somehow coming from him, it made you a bit sad. Then he walked over to you and gave you the brightest smile you had ever seen “Thank you..” He trailed off, waiting for an introduction.

You were visibly taken aback but Yuta’s smile never faltered. This was the nicest someone had ever talked to you besides your parents and teachers giving out assignments. “Uh....L/N Y/N”

Yuta looked pleased, “Thank you, Y/N!” He motioned you to put out your hand. “Here.” He placed a small cherry blossom shaped like a heart. “You can have this since you helped me.” He laughed and it was the sweetest thing you had ever heard.

You wanted to say something, to just talk to someone more without them being afraid of getting cursed. But before you knew it, his friends called him over and Yuta gave you a small wave goodbye, that bright smile never once leaving his face.

That’s when you realized it; he was everything you wanted to be. He had a smile that could brighten anyone’s day, he charmed everyone he talked to. And as months went by, it became more clear. He was instantly popular, everyone loved him and wanted to be his friend. But there was never a moment where he wasn’t kind to you. Everytime you would volunteer to stay behind to help clean or gather homework, he was right there helping you. Voluntarily. No one had ever done that. 

Nakamoto Yuta was a pleasant person, you wanted nothing more than to be seen as such too but everyone just steered far away, and they were somehow magnetically attracted to Yuta’s bright personality. You would be jealous, but you couldn’t help but admire Yuta as well. There was no denying that he was a great person.

“Y/N” 

It was during your lunch period and you stood face to face with none other than Lee Taeyong, the leader of the dance team. You knew Yuta, and another Chinese boy that everyone called WinWin, was in it too, but you never really paid enough attention to Taeyong. After all, he avoided you just as much as the others and you figured he thought you were The Ring girl as well. 

“Y/N, look at me in the eyes for three seconds,” Taeyong demanded. You were bewildered but obliged nonetheless. For three seconds it seemed like an eternity. Never had you experienced such an awkward short amount of time, but if there was one thing you could pull away from this situation it was that Taeyong had pretty eyes. 

“What else did you need....?” You asked, trying to break the silence. 

Taeyong looked perplexed. “So, you don’t curse anyone for looking you in the eyes?” 

.....Isn’t he being too superstitious?

You shook your head, but fortunately he took it as an answer and laughed. “So Yuta was right!” 

“Yuta..?” 

Taeyong smiled, “To be honest, I believed all the rumors that you cursed anyone who looked at you for even three seconds.” 

You looked down, “I’m sorry to disappoint but I really don’t have any powers like that.” 

Taeyong laughed again. “Its fine. It just Yuta has been going around and telling us that the rumors are totally wrong. Honestly, its the first time I’ve seen him so serious since he got here. He totally scolded us for believing all of it and I knew I had to see it for myself.” 

A warmth filled your chest when you thought of Yuta having your back. It made you wonder what you had done to have such a nice person to defend you. 

“You know, Y/N, you really have a good friend. But Yuta is actually a trouble maker so you better be careful!” Taeyong laughed for a third time. He must have been someone who laughed at just about anything. Somehow, it made you happy that Taeyong had approached you. For once, you couldn’t be misunderstood. “Hey, Y/N, what do you think of Yuta?” 

“Yuta is a good person,” You started to say. Taeyong just smiled and looked like he knew something but you went on. “He seems to really understand how I think. He is always so nice to everyone. Honestly, it seems like he's made out of cheerfulness.” 

Taeyong exploded in laughter once again. It made you think that Taeyong was a pretty nice person as well. “Yuta really is, isn’t he?!” 

“I’m really what?”

Oh shit.

Your heart stopped. Right behind you was none other than Nakamoto Yuta. You wished to disappear. This was way too cliché, he probably thought you were a weirdo, just going on and on about him. Taeyong, however, had the biggest sly grin. “Y/N just said you were made of cheerfulness itself! Isn’t that cute?” Cue the Taeyong laughter track. 

Both you and Yuta were beat red, you hadn’t spoken to Yuta that often so you were worried he’d feel really uncomfortable by you. You had always tried to be nice and well liked but all you wanted in this instance was to hit Taeyong. 

“Hey, Y/N, is he troubling you?” Yuta asked, still red. He could barely meet your eyes. 

“What?! No, we’re having a fun conversation.” Taeyong pouted. 

Yuta just raised an eyebrow in response. 

“Taeyong was being nice.” You said and Taeyong gave an exaggerated expression like “You see!” 

Yuta just sighed. “Whatever, just tell me if he’s being annoying, Y/N.”

“Hey, is that any way to talk to your nice leader? I might make you do extra warmups you know.” Taeyong teased. He took at his phone and made a face. “I gotta go, Ten is throwing a fit again. See you later, Y/N!” 

“He’s not even gonna say goodbye to me?” Yuta pouted but Taeyong was already making his way back into the school building. 

You stood there in silence for a bit. You never knew what to say to Yuta. Part of you worried he would get uncomfortable by you like the rest of the class, but the other part wished Yuta would never stop talking to you. And a small, tiny part of you wished Taeyong was here to help break the ice but you would never admit that. 

You looked up at Yuta, desperately thinking of something you could say to him, but when you met his eyes he was grinning from ear to ear. That exact smile made you feel warm again. It was weird but you wished you could take a picture of him smiling just like that and stare at it all day. 

“You know, I’m really happy. I kind of thought you hated me, Y/N.” He laughed shyly. 

Hate??? “I don’t hate–I could never! I just really wish I could be more kind like you.”

“I’m not that great you know,” Yuta rubbed the back of his neck. “If anything you’re the kind one, Y/N. You’re always helping people. You stay back in class everyday to help clean, you take the responsibilities nobody else wants to do, you even helped me on my first day.”

Your ears felt hot. “Umm–well, that’s–I mean, its not anything special–” 

“If you talk about your feelings, you won’t get misunderstood. You...really struggle with that right?” Yuta said softly. He was really considerate. When no one else could get how you felt, Yuta said all the things you wanted to. The only other people who could understand you was your parents. And now, Yuta. “Try to be more confident. But until then, I’ll help you, okay?”

You returned his smile. “Okay!”

[bantan]

180404 an an May Issue – CLOSE UP J-HOPE/JIMIN/V

J-HOPE

Keyword: Spring Day (from ‘Spring Day’)

Q. What comes to mind when you hear the word ‘Spring Day’?

The first thing that comes to mind is a scenery with cherry blossoms. I can’t take the time to go flower-viewing properly but I get excited just seeing the cherry blossoms in full bloom from the car windows when moving. Cherry blossoms are a flower that brings forward many different emotions. When they bloom you feel warm like ‘Ah, spring has arrived’ and when they wilt you feel sad. I like winters and Christmas more than spring. Even when I have work during Christmas I feel happy being able to perform and I enjoy the celebratory mood that envelops the city. For the record, my birthday is in winter. (laughs)

Keyword: DNA (from ‘DNA’)

Q. Who do you think has the most similar DNA to you from your family and members?

My looks are completely my dad’s DNA. I don’t think so myself but everyone around me says we’re identical. I inherited my personality from my mother. She’s calm, detailed and considerate, if I do say so myself. (spots a crumpled tissue on the table) Things like this are no good. (laughs) Amongst the members, my personality is probably closest to JIMIN. We’ve always been good roommates and get along well. We both tend to bottle up our troubles, and we solve that by talking it out with each other.

Keyword: Split path (from ‘Let go’)

Q. When you’re standing at a split path and have to make a decision, what do you value the most?

I’d choose the path that suits my true self the best. I listen to the advice of others, take good advice to heart and push forward when I need to. When I was writing my mixtape, I listened to the advice of RM and edited some parts. At really important crossroads I make sure to think about it thoroughly before reaching a conclusion, so that I can accept the result no matter how it ends. But small daily decisions like choosing clothes are just made on the spur of the moment, so I tend to regret those. Just yesterday I got so into my work I ended up pulling an all-nighter… I should have chosen sleep. (laughs)

V

Keyword: I changed (from ‘Spring Day’)

Q. Is there anything about you that you think has changed or stayed unchanged in this last year?

Recently I’ve settled down. There was no particular reason for it, but the time I spend intently listening to music has increased. I’ve also gained the desire to learn English. When we attended the award show in America last year I thought to myself, “I want to speak more with my own words!” I plan on starting with a collection of popular phrases. What hasn’t changed are the fighting games on my computer. (laughs) I play with JIMIN and JUNGKOOK too. They’re team battles but I take all the items and charge in head first then die, so they’re always yelling at me.

Keyword: Dream (from ‘Best of Me’)

Q. Do you dream often? Tell us of some you had recently!

I’m such a big dreamer, I even dream during naps. (laughs) What’s strange is when I wake up in the middle of a dream, I can continue that dream if I fall back asleep. Like a serial drama. I’m happy when they’re good dreams, but when they’re bad dreams I think “That dream’s going to come again…” The other day I dreamed I was in a classroom with my school uniform on. The members and staff appeared in it! I can’t remember what I did, but everyone was laughing so it must have been a good dream.

Keyword: Through rain or snow (from ‘Best of Me’)

Q. Sunny, cloudy, rain, snow… what weather do you like the best?

Recently I’ve been liking the rain. The other day I went out in the rain without an umbrella and it felt great. You know how there are those drama scenes where they yell in the pouring rain? I’ve always admired that. Though it seems easy to catch a cold like that. (laughs) I want to blend in with the sound of the rain and yell all my thoughts out. To the background music of BTS’ ‘Rain’. I believe this is the only BTS song that suits the rain! On sunny days I remember the days I went my grandma to the park with honey ginger tea in one hand and waited for the sunrise. Grandma, I miss you.

JIMIN

Keyword: Too sweet (from ‘Chi, Ase, Namida’)

Q. Tell us what your favourite dessert is! And who are you ‘sweetest’ to amongst the members?

During high school, I would eat one chocolate block in the two hours it took to get to my dance class. I don’t eat it as often as back then, but even now when I’m in a good mood I’d crave chocolate. RM and JUNGKOOK are the ones with a sweet tooth. I often witness the two of them munching on snacks in the practice room. I’m good at acting sweet to the older brothers and asking them to treat me, and I like it when the younger V and JUNGKOOK act sweet to me. But everyone treats everyone regardless of age.

Keyword: Impossible (from ‘Chi, Ase, Namida’)

Q. If you had to ask for the impossible, which member would you ask and what would you ask for?

(pointing his finger at their photos) Hmm, who should I choose!♪ Oh, it landed on RM! I’m just kidding, but if it was a situation where I really had to ask for the impossible all the members would listen to the situation and help me out, so there’s no issue of who to ask for what. I often forget my things but when I go out clothes shopping and forget my wallet they’ll lend me the money, and if I had something I wanted to consult them about they’d all come running at once. We’re comrades that understand each other no matter how difficult the situation may be.

Keyword: Throw away fear (from ‘Not Today’)

Q. What do you fear the most? What do you want to throw away the most right now?

I’m scared of ghosts. I saw one in the dorm during my trainee days. I was slouched over washing my fringe when someone passed between my legs… I thought it was RM but when I called out no one replied and when I hurried to check who it was I found them all asleep. In the end, I never told the members about this. They probably wouldn’t believe me, saying “That’s impossible”. (laughs) There’s nothing in particular I want to throw away. I don’t keep many possessions so if I lose any more than this it’ll impact my daily life… (laughs)

 3 people, 3 ways of showing off their charms, dance styles

Japanese-English translation @szkvr

Q. J-HOPE started off as a B-BOY, JIMIN majored in modern dance during high school and V learned street dance before debut. Do you ever feel the difference in your ‘base’ during dance practice?

JM: The way you use your body and your approach depend on the genre of dance, but the way everyone sees the dance is completely different even when learning the same dance.

V: After we debuted our highest priority was the sense of unity within the team. In order to do that, we learned the individual characteristics of each song and focused on completely synchronising everyone's dance. Now, we still have that synchronisation but we also include choreography that shows off member individuality.

JH: For example, in Spring Day’s bridge there’s a part where JIMIN does modern dance, that kind of choreography you won’t see in our early choreography.

JM: That’s right. Our range choreography choices and expressions have increased.

Q. What makes you think ‘that’s amazing’ when you see each other dance?

JM: V has known how to show off his charms well since debut. He knows what gaze and expression to have and gestures to make.Being good at singing and dance doesn’t always equate to being good at live stages.There are plenty of people who have the skill but can’t mesmerise their audience. In that regard, V has both the skills and talent at live stages.

Q. It’s true that V’s atmosphere completely changes when he holds a mic. Like his spirit was possessed.

JH: Possessed?!

JM: Like a god descending?!

V: (raising both hands to the sky) Dear god…

(all 3 burst out laughing)

JH: V changes faces between songs like he changes clothes. That kind of expression power isn’t something you can do easily even with practice. It’s truly a natural talent. He’s got a good sense for dance.

JM: That’s right, Like a genius.

Q. What about JIMIN’s dance?

JM: (in ancient speak) Come forth and speak.

JH: Ahaha. JIMIN did modern dance so his movements are graceful. His lines when he’s dancing are beautiful and there’s an elegance to it.

V: You can feel a hidden power come out in JIMIN’s dance. In soft songs he moves gracefully and smoothly but in powerful songs like DOPE he makes manly and dynamic movements. I’m jealous of his wide range of expressions.

JM: (with a happy look on his face) J-HOPE is…

V: The god of dance! Even his movements when he’s stretching before dancing are cool.

JM: J-HOPE has the best technique within the team, but his perseverance and passion for dance are amazing. He never holds back while on stage or even during practice, he’s always giving his all. I really respect that attitude.

JH: (giving thumbs up with a smile) Thumbs! Thanks!

Q. Is there anything special you do to improve your dance performance?

JM: J-HOPE should answer this.

JH: Lately, when I’m composing music I remember the time I was a B-BOY. When I would get excited about learning new techniques or became obsessed with practice… I started to think that I wanted to feel like that again. So I decided to learn house dance steps to go with house music. There’s a famous dancer in Japan so I’m getting lessons from them during our stay this time.

Q. All three of you?

JM/V: Nope!

JM: We wait at the hotel. While playing games. (laughs)

V: I watch dramas. (laughs)

JM: That’s fine, that’s fine. This is for my own self-satisfaction.

Q. Do you think that experience will be useful in BTS performances?

JH: That’s right. House dance has some points in common with the choreography for Save Me, so you may see some changes in my dance in the future.

Q. Please tell us what BTS songs you think showcase your dance charms.

JM: For J-HOPE, it’s Mic Drop. It’s just… crazy. The atmosphere of the song and the choreography are perfect for him! All the members were cheering and applauding for him during practice.

V: Yes! From the intro to the ending, J-HOPE stands out the entire time! He’s that awesome.

JH: For JIMIN it’d be Blood, Sweat & Tears. It’s like the song’s purpose is to mobilise JIMIN’s charms.

(JM does the dance move where he touches his face sexily)

JH: V is good at all of them so it’s hard to pick just one…

JM: If we had to pick a song, BOY IN LUV?

JH: That’s what I was thinking too. Back then we were all lacking in stage experience and a little awkward. But V had thoroughly understood the song and danced confidently.

V: Thank you. Can I go back to the point about JIMIN? I think the song that shows the most of JIMIN’s charms is Spring Day. Seeing JIMIN dance made me recognise once more how beautiful modern dance is and it made me want to do modern dance too.

JM: Really?

V: Ah, everyone, I have to apologise. It was just a passing thought… don’t expect anything. (laughs)

[marisheeran-imagines]

Ed Sheeran Imagine - Guiding Light, Chapter #1

You got home around 7pm, a bit later than the usual due to your boss comanding you to train the new interns. You love working there, it’s always been your dream to work in a book publishing company, but you’re tired, craving for a hot relaxing bath, your mattress and warm blankets. London is getting cold, and you laugh by yourself as you remember the motto “The Winter is coming” from Game of Thrones, the TV show you love watching with your fiancé, Ed, you’d also love having him by your side, cuddling with you, but he’s on tour now, and probably won’t be here that soon. You go upstairs straight to your bedroom, when you hear some noises in the room next door and decide to check it.

You aren’t expecting to find your fiancé there, as he’s been on Tour for his fourth album for nearly a year (practically the time you moved in together), and you barely had time to see each other since then. He’s on his studio room, sitting with his back to you, doing something on his laptop. His ginger hair is longer than you remember, and he’s wearing one of those dark-grey-blue flannels you love on him, making impossible for you to see his tattoos. You heart starts beating fast in you chest, you miss this boy so much the tears quickly fill in your eyes.

��Teddy?” you whisper, astonished, unable to raise your voice, sounding a bit trembling.

“Babe?” he turns towards you, the brightest smile on his face and his eyes, beautifully blue, are looking at you so deep and with such love, the air gets stuck on your throat. Oh God, you’ve missed all of this so bad! Though you’re always watching videos of his performances and interviews (you also chat on skype and facetime from times to times), it’s not the same when he’s live. The tears you’ve been holding back just fall down your cheeks “document.write(Mariana), love, what’s wrong?” he asks worried, standing up immediately and starting to approach you.

“Teddy!” you repeat, this time louder, and run to him, wrapping your arms around his neck tightly.

“Love!” he chuckles, when he realises you’re not crying for being sad, hugging you tight as well “I’ve missed you!”.

“So have I” you murmur against the crook of his neck, breathing in his marvellous scent, and your brain automatically remembers you of it “What are you doing here? I thought you’d be doing gigs for at least a month before coming back home!” you say, raising your head to look into his bright blue eyes.

“Some of the concerts were unfortunatelly cancelled due to lack of security” he sighs. You know how much important this life is for him, which is why you’d never opposed to being away from him for so long. That is his happiness, and if he’s happy, so you are.

“Oh, I’m so sorry babe!” you caress his right cheek, right onto his scar.

“Yeah, well, now I have about two weeks and a half off. I can be with you, at least!” he gives you that smile. The one that makes your legs weaker and your heartbeating speeds up.

“Always the good side!” you smile back at him when he gently wipes off the tears from your face with his thumbs “What do you wanna do for tonight?” you ask, smiling wider when he lowers his hands back to your waist, holding you close to him.

“Hm…” he bites his lower lips and you laugh at his thinking expression “I thought we could stay here, and just chill out. Maybe order something to eat…”.

“Sushi!” you both say at the same time, giggling at each other. This is just one of your many compatibilities. Your tastes, your principles are so alike that it’s what makes your relationship so strong and beautiful, you believe.

“Alright, I’ll just change into something more comfortable and we can order it!” you say, pulling away from his arms slowly, not wanting to be apart from him for any other second. You’re reaching the door when something comes up to your mind and you turn around to face him, walking back to him.

You carefully remove his glasses document.write(glass), placing on the table beside you. You get on your tip toes and wrap your arms around his neck again so you can press your lips onto his. He pulls your body closer to his, hugging you and pushing his tongue into your mouth. It’s a kiss full of love, passion and missing, you can’t help letting a small whimper slip out of you when you taste him after so much time.

His fingertips press the small of your back, bringing you even closer as he moves his tongue slowly inside your mouth, carefully playing with your own. He lowers his hands to your butt, squeezing it a little and breaks the kiss as you need to catch some breath, smooching down to your neck, licking your flesh. Your heart jumps in your chest, your breath speeds up and you raise your hands to his fiery red hair, twisting it with your fingers and he groans into your skin, breathing heavily.

Suddenly you feel a hard form against your belly and you look down, frowning, only then realising that form is actually his manhood sticking you up.

You look back at him and you can’t help blushing deeply at his gaze. “I’m sorry” he says, his voice tone a bit lower and husky than usual, his cheeks also red. He looses the grip on your waist pushing you away slightly so you don’t feel him anymore.

You had already tried to make your mind up before so you can give yourself entirely to him, but your insecurities about your body and lack of experience never let you go any further then some kisses and clothed make out sessions. And as Ed is always controlling himself, extremely respectful of your “condition”, this kind of situation (you being able to feel him through your clothes) is kind of rare, unusual. He tries his best to not make you umconfortable, even if he has to stop himself from getting what he desires.

In addition, you know it’s been hard for him because he hasn’t being with any woman after his last relationship ended. Which happened about two years and a half ago, also the time you met each other and started dating a little while later. “It’s alright…” you say, biting your lower lip and smiling sheepishly “I’m gonna shower” you give him one last peck before heading to your shared bedroom.

Reaching there, you breath in and out slowly, gasping a bit. As you grab fresh and clean clothes and make your way to the bathroom, your mind flies back to the last moments you’ve spent together, and you are able to feel shivers of anxiety running through you. What if you had let him go ahead and make you his? Would he have liked you? Would he rather if…

“Love?” Ed calls you through the bathroom door, interrupting your thoughts. You’re almost fully undressed, except for the panties on your body. You quickly wrap a towel around yourself before opening the door enough so you can see his face “Yes?”.

“Hm… I just wanted to apologise again…” he pauses, sighing heavly, like when he’s disappointed with himself “I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable or like I wanted anything else from you this way, as if I was pressuring you. I promise I’ll control myself better from now on” he says looking straight into your document.write(brown) eyes. His blue ones looking extremely sorry.

“It’s okay, Teddy!” you open the door wider, smiling at him. You know he had no intentions in forcing you to do anything you didn’t feel like, and his cuteness and worry makes your heart melt “I know all of that, you don’t need to explain yourself! Don’t be upset!” you kiss his cheek “And… I kind of…” you take a breath and look at your feet, blushing “I do want this to happen, Ed!” you speak in a lower tone.

Ed brings your chin up, making you look at him “Oh! Really?” he frowns and then softens his expression, giving you an embarassed little smile “You don’t have to worry nor rush about it, baby, when you feel ready, you’ll know, and I’ll know that too”.

“No, baby, the thing is, I am ready, I’m only not sure how to do it” you admit “You know how I just simply freeze every time I am closer to get more intimate with you”.

“There’s no reason to be nervous, love!” he sweetly kisses the top your forehead, wrapping his arms around you firmly “I’m yours!” he murmurs in your skin and lowers his head to look into your eyes. His are glowing beautifully and you can see the love he feels for you right through them. And only then you realise you don’t have to be afraid or insecure, he’s always been there for you, he won’t judge you for your little flaws or the ones you think you have.

“And I’m yours!” you hold the towel against your body tighter with one arm and hugs him with the other. Standing on your toes, you kiss him slowly.

He breaks the kiss and chuckles “Hm… I’m gonna order for us while you take your shower, alright?” you nod “Anything special?”.

“Nope” you giggle “The usual is fine!” you wink and he nods, kissing the tip of your nose and releasing your body “Be quick, baby, I don’t want to be away from you much more!” he says softly, walking out of the room.

You sigh and close the door again, looking at your expression in the mirror: you seem fascinated by your new discharge of confidence. You smile, removing the towel and deciding to shave yourself completely, thinking maybe that’s the night you’ll finally surrender yourself to the love of your life.

…

You put on some of your favourite body lotion, your long sleeved pajamas top and pants. Going downstairs, you see Teddy setting the living room small table to yourselves.

“document.write(Mariana)?” he smiles wide when he notices you “What about document.write(King)?” he picks the DVD of your favorite animation movie and you grin at him. “Perfect!” you nod, approaching him.

“Alright. The food has just arrived” he puts the DVD on and two cushions on the carpet, sitting on one of them and tapping the other beside him.

You take the seat and he gives you the hashi “Thank you, Teddy!” you kiss his left cheek “You’re welcome, love!” he turns his head towards yours, giving a peck on your lips.

Ed brings the table closer to you both, and you start eating the delicious food. You take your time, watching him, so close to you, after almost a year: it’s seem like a dream! He has rolled his shirtsleeves up and you can finally see his tattos. You smile at the little red hand in his arm, it’s one of your favorites, the meaning is so sweet and so Ed that you can’t help melting and falling in love with him more at every second.

You obseve his face, from the left side, his light blue eyes, already focused on the movie, the birthmark highlighting the left one, his nose pointing up, the freckles on it and his cheeks, those cute and squeezable cheeks you love so much, and the light pink lips you wanna kiss all the time. All of it framed by his messy curled ginger hair.

“What?” he looks at you, frowning, when he realises you’ve been gazing at him.

“Nothing” you shake your head, grinning “Just recognising the incredible man I have by my side!” you wink and he blushes deeply and adorably.

“Ah!” he bites his lower lips “Thank you?” he chuckles with himself. “Just the truth!” you shrugh, turning your attention back to the food.

“I must say the same!” he says grinning “I’m the luckiest man in the world for having you!” he hugs you by your side, resting his arm on your shoulder and you lay your head on his, giving a small kiss on his neck and you feel him shiver.

You stay in this position, just watching the movie and enjoying each other’s company for a little while, when you both sit up to eat.

…

After eating and watching document.write(King), you decided to lay on the sofa, Ed behind you with his arms around your body “How’s your job?” he asks, breaking the silence first.

“It’s fine” you answer, a bit tired. Cuddling always makes you feel so comfortable and protected, you know you can spend the whole day in Ed’s arms, just relaxing or sleeping “There are more work to do now that document.write(Luana) reopened the internship program”.

“They should make things easier for the other workers, shouldn’t they?” you can imagine the wrinkle on his forehead as he asks, confused.

“Well, babe, they’re all new on the job, I can’t blame them. They have a lot to learn” you shrug. “I remember when you joined the company, love, we had met each other, what? Three or four weeks before. You had just graduated at the best British University at such a young age; you were a little genious! And still are, to be honest! You had no problems in becoming the best worker there!” he kisses your cheek.

You shake your head, smiling at his words and lean against him better, feeling his soft shape perfectly pressed to your back, looking at him over your shoulder “Hm…” he murmurs in you ear after a while “I still think you should come touring with me!”.

“I can’t sing Teddy, you know that!” you playfully tap his hand that’s holding your waist “What would I do on tour with you?”.

“Well, you can do your job on the road with me!” he says, smiling “Write your own book like you’ve always wanted, instead of translating and publishing someone else’s. You and I know how great your potential is, you don’t even need to think too much to create a beautiful story. And I know you already have a few with you, just waiting to be shown to the world” he smiles wider. You laugh hard at his statement. This boy is so cute you turn around just to squeeze his cheeks with your hands.

He giggles, caressing the side of your right thigh and you shift under his touch, feeling yourself getting anxious with what this nearer contact can lead to, and your heartbeats increase as he grips your flesh firmly. Ed pulls you down his body so he’s on top of you, looking straight into your eyes.

You put your hands around his neck and bring his face down for you to kiss him. You lick his lower lip, asking for permission to enter his mouth and he concedes immediately. A slow battle start between your tongues, as yours tries to explore his mouth and his is doing the same. He grasps your waist, as the kiss become more rougher and passionate, positioning himself in the middle of your thighs and you can now feel his bulge pressed in your core.

You even try to open the first buttons of his shirt, but your shaky hands make things more difficult. Ed chuckles during the kiss, helping you to take his cloth off and you grab his arms, feeling their strong features with your palms. You bite his lower lip gently, pulling it a little.

“document.write(Mariana), babe!” he whispers against your lips, breathing heavily. Ed lowers the kiss from your neck to the skin of your chest that is not covered by your pajama top. You feel this part of your body heavier, along with your breaths; your nipples are also getting harder as Ed’s hands start travelling up the side of your body, stopping right beside your breasts. He separate your lips, and looks down, his gaze stuck at your chest, making you blush.

Putting your hands on his chin, you gently raise his head, being able to see his eyes full of lust and desire. He rubs his crotch against your center slowly and you let out a soft moan, feeling his hard and thick form. You start to get wet down there, throbbing and anxious to be touched “Ed!” you twist your fingers in his hair, pulling his curls a bit.

Ed leans down and gives one last kiss on your jawline before sitting on his knees, panting and looking at you intensely. He runs his hands through his hair nevoursly and lowers them to the hem of your shirt.

You breath in and out a few times before nodding and he slowly removes your pajama t-shirt. You sigh in relief when you notice you had put your bra on, as you don’t wear it for sleep. Ed’s eyes roam over your upper body and you cover youself with your hands, as it gets difficult for you to breath, the same thoughts you had in the bathroom coming back to your mind. Apparently, exposing yourself is being harder than you thought it’d be.

“Love?” he frowns, caressing your hands, right beside the stretch marks on your hips. You were feeling so confident earlier you forgot about these little things that have let you down all these years; the reason why you’ve never been with a man before, with Ed specially. Your gasp, instantly pushing his hands away from your body and sitting up at the other far end of the sofa, with your legs pressed into your chest, looking down at your hands.

“I’m sorry!” you whisper, trembling, some tears threatening to spill over.

“What’s wrong?” he approaches you slightly “Did I push you too much?” he sounds worried and you shake your head.

“It’s not you, Ed…” you bite your lower lip, preventing you from crying.

“Hey, document.write(Mariana), look at me, please!” he caress your chin and when you look at his blue eyes, all you see is disappointment and you feel guilty you’re not strong enough to get over your insecurities and give him what he deserves. But what if he doesn’t deserve you? He surely deserves someone better! Your current thoughts are the last straw and you start crying, hiding your face in your hands “I’m so sorry!” you murmur, your voice sounding muffled.

“No! Don’t apologise, there’s no reason to apologise!” he hugs you, kissing the top of your head and caressing your back, trying to calm you down. You just feel more guilty with the care he stills shows over you and you start sobbing, leaning your head onto your knees. He stays there comforting you until you chill out, and you raise your head, ready to face him “Talk to me, love!” he caress your cheeks, frowning, worried.

“I didn’t mean to…” you shake your head, fighting with the tears once more “I didn’t want to disappoint you, I’m sorry!” you gaze at his eyes, sounding sincere.

“You didn’t disappoint me, babe! document.write(Mariana), believe me when I tell you you could never let me down. It’s alright if you’re not ready. I can wait no matter how long it takes for you to feel comfortable with that” he sweetly kisses your temple. Oh Lord, he doesn’t understand, does he? It’s not a behavioral thing, it’s a physical one.

“You need a woman, Ed. A real one. Someone who can give you what you want, what you need! Not a young little girl, like me, frightened with the idea of being naked for the guy she loves, I’m just not the one” you say quietly, your voice barely audible as you look away at your hands again.

“Stop with that!” his voice is a bit angry “You are everything I need” he cups your face carefully, looking deeply into your eyes “Don’t say that again. EVER!” he stresses, the despair in his voice hurting you more than any nasty thought you had about yourself “What are you so afraid of?” he frowns “It’s just you and me! You said earlier you were mine, do you recall it? I told you I was yours as well. I’m not pressuring you, I’m just trying to understand why you don’t believe me when I tell you you’re the woman of my life!” he bites his lower lip “You said yes, you agreed to be mine forever, remember?”.

Your heart skips a beat when your mind takes you to the moment Ed proposed to you, a year and three months ago, exactly the time he asked you to move in to his house.

…

A year and three months before

“I know I’ll be far away for a while, but we’ll talk to each other every day, I promise!” he pulls you into his arms, kissing your forehead. You’re at his bedroom, helping him package some clothes and objects for his travel.

It’s the first time Ed will begin a tour since you started dating and you’re a bit apprehensive about how your relationship would “survive” through it. You love him with all your being, but you know he’s a handsome famous man and you fear he’d find another girl around the world and kick you out from his life.

“Okay!” you nod, not wanting to show him your insecurities.

“And… he releases your waist, getting down to one knee. You heart starts jumping in your chest when he pulls a small box from his jeans pocket and opens it up to you, revealing a pair of silver rings. Engagement ones, your eyes immediately fill with tears "I love you with all my heart, document.write(Mariana). Only one year of relationship and you already made me feel like I should spend the rest of my days with you, I’ve never felt like that, you make me happy like I’ve never been before. I know we hadn’t talked about our future together as a marriage, but we don’t have to rush anything. Just being engaged, like a promess that well'be each other’s forever” he takes a deep breath "Would you give me the extraordinary honor of letting me be your husband? Would you like to be my wife?" he looks at you anxiously, his eyes brighting, waiting for your answer.

“Yes! Of course, Teddy!” you grin, thrilled, letting the tears fall. That’s all you needed to relax from inside out. Ed loved you more than you thought, after all.

He grins at you as well, his glowing eyes a bit watered and you lower your hands to his face, cupping his adorable cheeks, and wipping off some tears that he let slipped. Ed stands up and takes your hand in his. He puts the beautiful ring in the fourth finger of your left hand and kisses your knuckles. He sniffs and you smile at his sensitivity; Ed’s never afraid of showing his emotions to you, and you try to do the same with him, even being more difficult for you to open up with him about your feelings.

“Would you like to move in as well?” he asks, his voice trembling a little, bringing his hands back to your waist “You may want to stay in my place when you miss me too much”.

“Are you sure? Being engaged is one thing, but living together is another… And as you say, you won’t even be here, Teddy. This is your home” you state.

“This is our home, babe!” he presses the tip of his nose onto yours and you both smile.

“I’ll think about it!” you bite your lip, laying your head on his shoulder, breathing in his cologne, keeping it in your memory, as you know you won’t be able to do this for a while “We just got engaged. Just let it happen!” you kiss his neck and he pulls you in closer, hugging you tight.

“I’m going to miss you!” he whispers “So am I, love!” you speak against his skin.

…

And Ed was right. After about two weeks he left, you missed him so badly you just grabbed the keys he gave you, organised a few boxes with all your stuff and moved into his house. Of course you called him before to be certain his plans were still on. Well, he was so happy he almost flew back home just to make sure you had everything you needed.

“As if it were yesterday” you answer him.

“So you must remember that I love you, right?” you nod, giving him a side smile “Tell me what’s on your mind, preferably without putting yourself down”.

“Ed, I don’t really think you’d want to hear that…” you start. “I want to know, I need to. Tell me your fears, I’m here for you, document.write(Mariana)” he interrupts you, a serious expression on his beautiful face.

“It’s just…” you sigh, avoiding his eyes “You are perfect, you know? And I am not” you shrug.

“document.write(Mariana), I’m not perfect” he says, taking your left hand from your knee and giving it a gentle squeeze “No one is. I’m human, I have flaws and make mistakes. Like everyone else” he caress the back of your skin.

“I don’t mean this kind of imperfection, Ed” you risk a glimpse at him and you see the confusion on his face “I’m younger than you, Teddy. It wouldn’t be a problem, but you have more experience than me in absolutely everything and you have had other women as experienced as you, the complete opposite of me!”.

“Is it being younger a problem for you?” he frowns “You know…”.

“Babe!” you interrupt him, drawing his attention and he stops talking “I kind of haven’t finished speaking my mind yet” you bite your lip nervously. Is he tired of listening to your complains? You knew this was going to happen, and that’s why you never opens up…

“Oh, sorry. I didn’t know. Go ahead!” he blushes slightly, smiling embarrassed, interrupting your thoughts. “It's not exactly about age... I don’t feel… Physically capable of satisfying you” you finally reveal to him, holding your breath, waiting for his reaction. Will he be mad or agree with you?

“What? Why?” you finally look at him and he’s gazing at you, more confused, his very light brows almost meeting each other. “Look at me Ed, I’m not that attractive. Specially comparing myself with your ex-girlfriends”.

“document.write(Mariana), you know I’d never compare you to anyone else, specifically with my ex-girlfriends” he states “And you are attractive. I don’t know how or who made you think like that, but you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen”.

“I think you need to change your glasses then” you say, chuckling, but you frown when he doesn’t show even a fake laugh, his face frozen in a serious look “I meant what I said, baby!” he says, gazing at you as if to prove his words “I am the one who should be asking myself what a young, beautiful lady like you is doing with his old lad here…”.

“No, Teddy! I love you!” you gently place your thumb on his lips, hushing him. “See that, document.write(Mariana)? I love you too. And that’s why I’m with you. I don’t care if you have a third eye or a third boob, I haven’t fallen for you because of your looks, and I bet you haven’t either” he says, with a small smile on his lips.

“It wouldn’t be so hard, you know? Falling for the way you look, Teddy” you play with his fingers that are still involving your hand.

“But have you? Have you fallen for me for the way I look? What was that, then? My scar or my tatoos? My birthmark or my belly?” he jokes, squeezing his soft belly covered by all that coloured tattoos. You grin at him, because the answer is so easy it just slips out of your mouth, without you thinking too much “It was everything” you confess “Not any of these, but all of them together, I’ve fallen for the whole group of things that makes you… Well, you!”.

“See it? And why can’t I love you the same? Why don’t you believe I love all of you? Since your smooth document.write(curly), document.write(yellow) hair, your document.write(hearted) face with your bright document.write(brown) eyes, your little nose, your extremely kissable mouth, this beautiful chest I don’t get to see very often because you rarely wear low-cut clothes. Your breasts I’ve been eager to see for a long time, even if I’m just being able to see their form right now” he winks and you blush, looking down at your boobs, covered by your document.write(blue) bra.

“This nice document.write(soft) belly of yours, I can tell you it is so much better than mine!” he chuckles and you smile timidly “I don’t care the size of it, nor your breasts or thighs size, I just want you, exactly the way you are, babe! All these perfect little things of you!” he grins at you “And I just love when you wear those pair of tight jeans and I can see your good-looking butt swaying around” your mouth opens in an “O” form, perplexed with his audacity, and he starts laughing at your face. This amazing sound you only have been able to hear by interviews or skype chats. The sound you most love to hear in the world; it is so contagious that you instantly starts laughing too, until your belly hurts and your eyes are filled with happiness tears.

“Oh babe!” you wipe the tears from your face and shakes your head, clarifying your mind “What about these things?” you turn your nose up, grabbing the flesh in your tummy, full of white thin strech marks. You got them when your body started to change from childhood to teenage years, and being young and unconcerned about them at the time, made you an insecure woman now that you actually care about them.

“What are those?” he approaches his hands to yours but you snap them before he can touch you. “No…” you hold his hands far from the marks, afraid of what he would feel if he touched them. “Do they hurt?” he asks worried. “Babe, haven’t you heard about strecth marks before?” you frown “Haven’t any of your ex-girlfriends had them?” your eyes wide when you think about this possibility. Were his exes that perfect?. “I don’t know, I mean, they probably had, but I wasn’t really paying attention to this kind of detail” he shrugs “You’re the first one who is actually caring about showing me them. And I’d probably never notice if you hadn’t shown me as well”.

You shake your head, knowing it’d be impossible for him not to see them “document.write(Mariana), it’s truth! All I think about when I see you this way is how perfect you are, and how lucky I am!” he smiles wide, taking you into his arms, sitting you onto his lap and kissing the top of your head. You feel his hands on your bare waist, near the marks and you tremble a little. He starts to trace the area with the tip of his fingers, certainly feeling the strange texture of your skin “It’s so lovely!” he whispers in your head, kissing it once more.

“Are you serious?” you ask in a low tone. You know he wouldn’t mock you for your features, but you hope he’s not liying just to make you feel better.

“Of course I am!” he raises your chin, so you can look at his eyes “I told you, I love all of you!” he grins and you sigh in relief, yawning afterwards “Let’s go upstairs! You must be tired!” he caresses your back, lifting you up on your feet.

“We won’t do anything tonight?” you ask as he stands up beside you.

“I think we should try it another day!” he wraps your waist with his ams and you pout a little bit frustrated “Oh babe, c'mon” he tickles the sides of your body and you throw your head back, laughing “I want you to be comfortable when we become one, document.write(Mariana)!” he leave wet kisses on your exposed neck, making sure to rub his beard on your skin, tickling it until you’re shaking in his arms. “Ed, babe!” you giggle, trying to push him away.

“Yes?” he stops the tickling session to look at you, wiggling his brows and smirking. You just shake your head, gasping a bit “I’m not tired!” you say, but another yawn coming from your mouth betrays you.

Ed smirks “You’re not tired, huh?” you shake your head “document.write(Mariana) don’t worry, 'cause we’ll have a lot of time to do this, baby. The rest of our lives!” he offers his right hand and you accept it “We can do other things, instead” he grabs your both hands, kissing their knuckles “Dance with me?” he asks, giving you one of his Puss in Boots eyes and you just can’t deny anything he asks; not when he does it looking that cute. You are not a very good dancer and neither is Ed. But it is one of these activities you know you can do together and alone, preferably, because no one will judge or make fun of you both.

You chuckle, nodding and he takes the cushions from the ground back to the sofa, afterwards pushing the table from the center to the corner of the room. Ed then walks to the radio, pressing some buttons to choose a song.

You grin when the first chords of one of your favourite songs, Guiding Light, starts to play. It is your favourite version of the song, only Ed singing (though you love Foy’s version as well) from a gig he played on thousands of years ago (8 to be more exact).

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=6elKkAP33Z0

Ed walks back to you, grabbing your waist and holding you thightly against his body. You feel his bare and coloured soft chest and belly pressed to yours (although your chest is still covered). His hands lower to the small of your back and you raise yours to his nape, playing with the little orange curls there.

“I love you, document.write(Mariana)!” he whispers, caressing your skin, and you shiver with his touch.

“I love you too, Ed!” you close your eyes, resting your head on his chest, being able to feel his steady heartbeats through his skin. Ed starts leading the dance in a slow rhythm, following the song and you move your feet carefully, not wanting to step on his. Your head is close to the lion tattoo, and you lower your right hand, caressing the face of the animal.

He hums the song, his face on your hair, sending vibrations through your whole body. It’s so good being able to hear him so close, in private. You don’t make any sound, not only because you can’t sing, but because you just want to take your time, enjoying the recorded song and the live murmurs Ed’s been letting out.

Ed lifts you up a bit, so your feet are over his, and you chuckle when you realise you were moving too slow, even for the song. He chuckles as well, looking down at you, his blue eyes shinning bright like you’ve never seen before and you sigh, a little smile making its appearance in the corner of your mouth. Even in this position, you’re still shorter than him, but it doesn’t bother any of you, as he lowers his head to give you a gentle kiss, moving his lips on yours with tenderness and love.

You close your eyes, as he does the same, licking your lower lip and you open your mouth, receiving his tongue with satisfaction. He doesn’t stop moving as you kiss, and now you’re in a better rhythm, actually dancing along with the song. You raise your right hand, that was still on his chest, meeting the other, and you caress his nape with the tip of your fingers, noticing him shift under your touch, feeling goosebumps, which makes you smile between the kiss, thinking about the effects you cause on him.

When you need to breath, Ed presses his forehead onto yours, his eyes still closed, a playful smile on his lips and you giggle with the sight of him, seemingly as happy as you are “Thank you, Teddy!” you say, low. He opens his blue eyes and nods, squeezing your waist a bit, and you know he understood what you meant. You’re thankful he’s helping to bring your confidence back, or even build it, carefully, with no pressure.

“Whenever you need, babe!” he sweetly kisses the top of your head “I’ll always be here for you”. And you are sure if it now.

You smile, knowing his words are true, letting all your fears disappear as you dance around the center of the room, as the song starts reaching its highest point with Ed beating the guitar and asking for the crowd to sing along. The lyric makes its way from your brain to your own heart. It’s perfectly matching your situation. He’s so much more than your fiancé, he’s your half, your anchor¹. He’s literally the light who’s always showing you the way back home, back to yourself.

You keep dancing until the last second, looking into each other’s eyes, feeling the song deepen in your hearts, and you know you’ll be his as forever as he’ll be yours!

¹This anchor thing is something I got from Teen Wolf {the TV show}, I hope you all had understood what I meant by that :o) (Though in the series, we learn that we must be our own anchor, in this situation, Ed being her anchor doesn’t mean the reader is not capable of taking care of herself, he’s there to support her like he’s stressed all the time! I’d have written “half anchor” there, but that wasn’t the moment, the reader was enjoying her dance and finally believing she was enough for our Ed and I didn’t want that scene to be too much heavy/serious. It’s just a couple enjoying each other after so long apart; as the reader “discovering herself as a beautiful and worthy person) Be your own anchor, people!

Sorry for the long note again!!

A/N: Hey people, good morning(?) (it’s almost 1 and a half am in Brazil)! Let me know what you are your thoughts about this first chapter. Should I write the second one? I’m so anxious to know your opinion 'cause it was really special, for me, to write about our Teddy! And I’m a little unsure if I’ve done it correctly. I wanted to "make” him kind of mixed by two things: °the way I think/imagine he’s most of the time; °and the way he shows himself to everyone (by what I have seen during interviews and gigs, by his lyrics and etc)

Also, the story/series name is Guiding Light just because I was watching Ed’s gig in the Roundhouse (2014) and I reminded myself how much I f* love this song, then I had the idea of the dancing scene, and I needed a song played/or not by Ed, that didn’t have a direct connection with his ex-girlfriends, but at the same time, could be a parallel to Perfect (which is part of the chapter name anyways :).

So… this song just perfectly matched what I was looking for, and I hope it makes sense to you! (I’m terrible in making up titles and all). I think I explained a lot of what’s on my mind in these notes, I’m very sorry if it was boring for you. If you think this is unnecessary, please, let me know, and I will reduce them! But I think it is important to stress some things when we write.

I also need to know if you think I should keep the Some Considerations section in every chapter or only in the first one! About the next chapter: It took about 5 days for me to write the story completely, + 1 (today) to add some details and other stuff, so, it’s probably the time I’ll take to write the next one, as well. But, I won’t be home from this Friday to Sunday, so, if I count six days from the days I’ll be available to write, I’ll probably post the next chapter on the next week, Friday, September 6th! (it can be before or after it).

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Sorry for any misspelled words, I’ve done my best to correct everything I could find during my readings!

Thank you for your support!

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