#i...love him

[aweirdofangirl]

My hc for Frenchie is that he just has a cat allergy. Cause I talk about cats the same way he does and I'm not in 1717 but I am incredibly allergic to cats.

[softestvirgil]

I dunno about y’all but I’m up in here sipping my loving Roman juice

[whumperooni]

/sighs

Back on my wanting jason todd to stomp my face in bullshit

[equispuchito]

All that glitters

[bubmyg]

u ever think abt how yoongi is just a massive nerd who likes marvel and the chicago bulls and can recite exact random pages from slam dunk and likes watching soccer in the middle of the night and knows random facts about dinosaurs and respiratory diseases and bullshits abt cheesecake and bullfrog noises and literally just abt anything else bc i do

[mitchellsben]

#cutest human being 

[babyboy-cody]

Cuddly times with Bill when he gets back home from a shoot?? He seems like such a cuddle bug and clings to you almost as much as you do him🥺💕

Hhhnnngghhhghh this is the dreeaammm 🥺🥺

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“Hey big guy,” you softly whispered as you entered the master bedroom with two steaming cups of cinnamon apple tea.

Bill was lying across the bed. His hoodie pulled over his messy bed hair, sweatpants a little baggy around his hips with his feet crossed over the other. His lips were pouty and his eyes were barely open as a weak smile came onto his lips.

“How did you sleep?” You walked across the room and placed the mugs on the bedside table, carefully placing yourself onto his lap.

You rubbed your hands up and down his chest, smiling from the low hum that vibrates from within him. You can feel the warmth radiating through his clothes as you lean over him and tuck your face in his incredibly warm and soft neck. You smelled the lingering dove soap on his skin from last night. Bill’s hands slid up your legs before lazily resting on your hips. You placed a small kiss between his jaw and chin, smiling and closing your eyes.

“Tired,” he gravelly mumbles, his voice low and thick.

“I know,” you whispered and combed your hand through his soft waves. “You wanna stay inside all day like a couple of bums and eat some junk food and watch movies?”

Bill nods lazily, and you laughed softly as you sat up with a groan. You went to remove yourself from his lap, but a pair of gangly arms quickly wrapped around you tightly to pull you back down. You squealed and held onto his shoulders when he rolled over and rests his entire body on top of yours.

“Bill,” you groaned and lightly punched his arm. “You giraffe, get up!”

“No,” was his muffled whine.

“You’re crushing my ribs,” you tried again.

“No,” he replied again.

“Bill,” you shuffled and wrapped your arms around his neck to pull down his hoodie, getting a clear view of his beautiful morning face. “You gotta eat, big guy.”

“Soon,” he mumbled against your chest, wrapping his arms tighter around you as he rests some of his body weight onto your stomach and thighs. “Comfy.”

“Okay,” you laughed, lightly scraping your nails just below his ear, causing him to groan and huff softly. “Just a little while.”