a day will come when i find the perfect will

when i was seven the sea-witch cursed me.

she cursed my great-grandfather, actually, who had spat on the hands of the ocean and disrespected the beating heart of the earth - for what else are waves but a pulse - who was silly and violent and who tried to rip from the water what was hers by rights. we were wealthy, before that, a family of merchants. my mother says in her youth she recalls white horses, the gleam of candles, early mornings with bread baked fresh by a horde of servants.

he didn’t ask permission to cross her. that’s what my mother tells me while she spoons porridge with no flavor into the wood of my bowl. he had no faith in superstition, rode with boats that were more decoration than strength, the folly of a man who was cruel and vain and proud of his own gold teeth. the sky had been blue, so regardless of what the village witch said, he would sail that day. and when his boat sank; their lives turned blue like the sky that day.

my mother says she thinks the curse on the men of our family, even if they come in when they marry, is that they will forever be violent, too foolish to see the storm on the horizon. she whispers this to me on the eve of my seventh birthday, while father is his own storm, thundering around the house, looking for her. later, when i am cleaning the cut by her cheek, she tells me the curse is on the women to forever be unhappy, to wane until they are shadows, to walk into the deep like a sinking ship. 

we don’t burn candles often, they are too expensive. she tells me this in the silk of a dark room. the moon kisses her hair. 

in three days, my mother will walk into the ocean, and my father will be my own problem. the curse will pass onto me. 

my father does not believe in superstition, no curse to conquer him. when he is gone, and i am heartbroken, i go to the village witch. i ask her to teach me about magic, and other things, and about how the ocean can be coaxed, and how to save my father’s soul. 

and my hands rot too, keeping a house by myself with things i barely knew. i learn the art of a good scrubbing, keep my mind full of white horses while i endlessly clean, dream of candles in dark while i make the bread that he will not allow me to eat. he keeps me from the ocean, from visiting the place that took my mom, from following in her footsteps where the water makes women undone.

i am sixteen when i see her in the water of a bowl. she scares me so completely that i drop it, and my father comes in with his hands, and the curse, and i almost forget all about it. it isn’t until after that i realize she is beautiful, and young, which surprises me. 

i think about it every evening. her face becomes distorted to me. i can no longer remember the exact shape of it, only the impression of beauty. 

i turn seventeen and wait for the high moon. i pin safety to my vest in little witch herbs and runes. i put naked toes on the sand and slip closer, closer, to the avenue of my family’s doom. i find a little private beach, small and surrounded by rocks, hidden from my father in the event he ever thought to come looking. at high tide, it is barely the span of my body. at low, it feels empty.

the witch of the land has given me what i need to call in the witch of the sea, but i do not use it. it feels wrong, somehow, standing here in the wind and the quiet pulse of the world. i put down the incense and sage and i sit just close enough it feels wild, dangerous - but not close enough to get caught up in thrill. 

when nothing happens, i go home and i make bread that i will not eat.

for months i do this. i climb down to my beach. i learn to do it when the moon is half, and then when the moon is empty. i learn to do it so well that sometimes i go to sleep in my own bed and wake up by the water. i take to sleeping with warding runes to keep me from being pulled in the rip out to the waiting hands of a hungry sea-witch.

i don’t know when i start talking. more often i sing, because singing in my house is not allowed, and something about the way the rocks echo my voice feels comforting. the older i get, the more i can pretend i hear my mother’s voice, answering me, harmonizing gently. i sing songs about sadness and lullabies about curses. when i have exhausted every song i know, i write new ones about fathers who have never learned how to be kind, about the house i work in but do not love, about mothers who left, and about a sea witch.

i see her sometimes. in a puddle, in the drop of rain, in the strangest places. i never expect it, although i always hope. i am never able to see her for more than the length of a wave, breaking, and each time, it does something new to my heart.

at eighteen i am too much of my father’s burden. he tries to unload me onto other men. the land witch helps me with this. i rub hemlock, burn wolfsbane. we arrange so these men have other women to marry. the news of my curse is bad enough to scare most away. my father is not happy.

after a particularly savage night, i wonder how bad it could be. i could marry some boy from the village who didn’t quite bother me. i suppose they’re not ugly. timothy had always been gentle to me. i think about a life, and how i am cursed to be unhappy. my father would finally be proud of me.

i walk to the beach and i tell the waves about him and how i could convince myself it was love if i just never wanted from him. how i could be okay, if not content, how i could be free, how i already had learned life down on knees.

but i go home and i write a rune of warding. and the years pass and i find reasons each suitor is wanting. and the sea witch i see, sometimes, peeking out at me, staying long each time in the water, looking, watching. i see her in mirrors when my father storms against me. it is bad because he mistakes the cause of my smiling. it is better when she is there the next morning.

and i go to the ocean. when i am too sad to speak, it seems like the ocean is whispering for me. i picture my mother’s voice and tell myself i am happy. i am seven again and we are sewing. i am seven again and the curse has not been given to me. i am seven and she came home after she walked to the sea.

i grow silly, brave, unthinking. i leave behind the herbs and i wade deep. i teach myself the art of swimming. i am bad at it, at first, but something about it feels good to me. like the ocean wants to buoy me. in the day i think of it, guilty. what if there was a rip tide, and the water took me? who would care for my father if i stepped off the beach into a long drop? wasn’t i clever enough to know that the ocean is uncaring?

it is not this that does it. i go out after a rain and i slip on the rocks and suddenly i am in water above my head but without the moon i cannot see the up of it. i kick and i thrash and the water surrounds me. the tide pulls on my body and in the cold i feel my body grow weary. water spills into me. it punches through my body, up my nose and into my lungs and some part of me knows this is what mother felt before she was gone.

i kick ground by accident, reorient, drag myself heaving and spitting into the air. i lie there for a long time, half in and half out of death, enjoying the sensation of breathing and of life.

when i look up, i think i see her, watching me, her brows knit with something like worry. but we make eye contact and my heart leaps and then she is gone and i am left alone with nothing but the dawn breaking.

my father is furious when there is no bread. he finds my hair wet, and the salt of the ocean still smelling on me. and that is it. that day he goes out and pays someone to agree to marry me.

this feels right to me, i think. i’m twenty-one, three times seven, a perfect number for a curse to fully come down on me. i will be wed in three weeks.

the land witch comes to visit me. she looks like she’s sorry for me. she gives me a spell and tells me to put it under my pillow; i’ll dream of love and it will soothe me. instead i dream of the seawitch, and how wonderful she is, and the sight of her, out on the water, worried.

even though it is risky, i go down to the beach. i do not bother with protective spells, i have already seen that the water can kill me. fear alone keeps me from wandering. i sit on the beach and in the sand i draw runes for understanding and i make the small magicks i’ve spent years learning and i close my eyes and i ask the ocean “why do you do this to me.”

i fall asleep. i dream that the sea witch talks to me. i dream she is my age, that she is the great-granddaughter of the first to curse my family. i dream she has spent years watching, learning, finding the truth of me. that she just needs to get the courage to come and speak, that she has fallen in love with my singing, that she knows no curse but the one in her heart that brings her back to a human, to a creature of air and not water, to a mistake in the making.

in the dawn i know it is a dream and no more. i make bread. i pour water out before it can make mirrors. i do not look. i do not like the ache that has filled me, as if i’ve been looking for an answer and the answer only leads to longing.

the man i meet - my husband-to-be - is delighted by the house i keep. he believes a woman should keep in her place, and her place should be clean. he hears from neighbors that sometimes i sneak out to the land witch’s house. laughter barks out of him. not going to allow that behavior, not me. he does not believe in curses. he will pack me up and move me from the ocean to somewhere in the mountains, where i know nobody. and i will, he promises, learn to keep my place, and that place clean.

i tell myself i could love him. he is not ugly. he says i’m pretty enough after whiskey. my father mentions i used to sing. i refuse to perform for these men so instead i make them cookies. they laugh and talk about me, even when i am in the room, as if they cannot even see. they shake hands and talk about how useless a woman is for much else than breeding. it’s very funny. the man meets my eyes and promises he’ll put a baby in me. i look down and pretend the thrill i feel is excitement, not fear brewing in me.

the land witch comes by a week before my wedding. she is smaller these days, aging. her apprentice and i get along wonderfully. the two women stand before me, holding something. 

a small box, so tiny and lovely. “break the curse,” the witch whispers, “learn to be happy.”

i smuggle the box, take it everywhere with me. it is days before i have a moment to slip away, to open it by the sea. i take a candle with me, even though my father will notice and be angry.

by the light of fire i read the spell they have left me inside, and then i am so full of gratitude i cannot stop crying.

it must be a full moon, so i must wait. in the meantime, i walk home, and i bake. 

i do not see the seawitch, even though i look for her. maybe i have wounded her, getting married. my father asks why i keep smiling. i tell him it is because i am finally with a man. he grunts and says to stop looking so silly. 

the man kisses me. i let him. we are married on a night with a full moon, and i poison him and my father in the bread i did not eat. i think of how these men were cursed so they could not see a storm coming. i watch them as they lie there, dying, and then i put all of the things i own into a basket for the land witch. i leave it there with a song i wrote for her, a spell i know will make her happy, will stop the aging of her joints, will give her the kind of relief she gave me. 

i go down to the water. i find myself running, even though i am in no hurry. i know the way so well it is like i wake up there, panting. i ask permission first. i lay out the contents of the box, i organize and practice and when the needle and pain comes, i am ready for it. i am used to pain at night. i breathe into it and walk naked into waters that swallowed my mother.

i chew bitter herbs. i swallow fire. i feel myself drown as i change from land witch to sea witch. 

when it is done, i open my eyes in the deep of a moonlit ocean. and i see her. 

this time she does not flicker. this time when i reach for her, she is there, and she is pushing my hair out of my eyes, and we are kissing with the ocean rejoicing around us, and i am laughing, and i hear her voice as clear as bell inside me.

and we live like this, a whole world between us where white horses are the size of pinky fingers and swim with their thin snouts, where i need no candles because i was raised lightless, where we have no servants but the water takes care of us. i show her the magic of land and she unfolds the magic of water. together we are unstoppable. when i come up to the air to sing little girls a promise that they can survive the madness, she sings with me, and we make a beautiful harmony.

Give me LGBTQA Marvel!

Honestly, I really wish Marvel would just step up to the plate and make at least one of their main characters that are still single to be LGBTQA.

Like Steve would be the obvious choice with Bucky. Even if you don’t ship them personally, these are two well-defined, in-depth characters that have been in enough movies for the audiences to know and care about them. They have characterization beyond just ‘that gay characters,’ they both have a role in the coming movies and clear, defined personality. For fuck’s sake, there was a whole movie showing how devoted Steve is to Bucky, with subtext literally everywhere.

And yet, they keep shoving him with random female characters like Shannon who has ten lines and no development whatsoever. And it’s not like they don’t already have a range of characters!

Sexualized aliens? Go for it!

Literal Gods and multiple worlds? Believable!

A robot born from AI and a magic crystal who falls in love with a ‘Witch?’ Well, it’s 2017!

A talking raccoon and a humanoid tree who are best friends? Sure, why not?

But gay superhero?

That’s not believable.

We can’t do that.

Think of the ratings!

They are arguably the largest movie franchise of this decade, making millions of dollars in profit each movie, and they’re still too damn scared to show any LGBTQ characters.

And what pisses me off the most is the hypocrisy.

I grew up with Marvel comics, and no matter if you read X-Men or Avengers, the main point of all the comics was acceptance. It was about people who were different from the norm, who were hated for something they were born into and had no control over, and it was about them slowly being seen and accepted by society.

Hell, most of the X-Man ‘mom I’m a mutant’ scenes was designed to show what it was like for kids coming out to parents they knew wouldn’t accept them! For example, take the scene from the only movies, where Bobby Drake (Iceman) explains to his parents what he is!

Like, the comic books have tons of LGBTQA rep. Bobby is 100% gay:

Captain America is hinted at being Bisexual:

They had an INTER-RACIAL gay wedding years ago with NorthStar:

Godly lesbian couples:

And even shape-shifting gender-fluid couples!

But that’s the whole point of Marvel. It’s about being different, it’s about breaking the mold and changing views. It’s about people slowly becoming accepted by their families or making new families along the way. It’s about everyone belonging and everyone having a place.

I grew up reading these comics, and when I was trying to come out I would find refuge there. I would look at my favorite characters and tell myself if people can accept mutants and aliens, surely society can accept me being gay. And as a scared 15-year-old, this was my ideal world; a world where you could be yourself and have others standing next to you, ready to (literally) fight for you and your right to exist.

I wish Marvel would understand that not everyone watching their movies needs to see a straight, white male saving the day again and again. Marvel doesn’t need perfect, cliché heroes and penny-dreadful romance stories. That’s not what Marvel is supposed to be about.

That’s not who Marvel was supposed to be for.

Marvel is supposed to be for people like us, who are still fighting for their place and acceptance in society. Marvel is for the outcasts, the ‘weirdo’s,’ the people still scared to show who they are to the world because they’re not sure if the world will understand them.

Marvel is supposed to be for us.

I just wish someone would tell Marvel that.

ed sheeran’s divide | sentence meme.

eraser.

  • ❛ i was born into a small town. i lost that state of mind. ❜
  • ❛ so blame it on the pain that blessed me with the life. ❜
  • ❛ friends and family filled with envy when they should be filled with pride. ❜
  • ❛ when the world’s against me is when i really come alive. ❜
  • ❛ you know that i’ve got whisky with white lies and smoke in my lungs. ❜
  • ❛ i need to get in the right mind and clear myself up. ❜
  • ❛ i look in the mirror, questioning what i’ve become. ❜
  • ❛ i’m well aware of certain things that can destroy a person like me. ❜
  • ❛ i am happy on my own so here i’ll stay. ❜
  • ❛ save your loving arms for a rainy day. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll find comfort in my pain eraser. ❜
  • ❛ i chased the picture perfect life. i think they painted it wrong. ❜
  • ❛ i beg you, don’t be disappointed with the person i’ve become. ❜
  • ❛ the world may be filled with hate, but keep erasing it now, somehow. ❜

castle on the hill.

  • ❛ i was younger then. ❜
  • ❛ i found my heart and broke it here. ❜
  • ❛ i know i’ve grown. i can’t wait to go home. ❜
  • ❛ i miss the way you make me feel. ❜
  • ❛ we watched the sun set over the castle on the hill. ❜
  • ❛ had my first kiss on a friday day. i don’t reckon i did it right. ❜

dive.

  • ❛ maybe i came on too strong. maybe i waited too long. ❜
  • ❛ maybe i played my cards wrong. oh, just a little bit wrong. ❜
  • ❛ i could live, i could die, hanging on the words you say. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve been known to give my all. ❜
  • ❛ so don’t call me, baby, unless you mean it. ❜
  • ❛ don’t tell me you need me if you don’t believe it. ❜
  • ❛ so let me know the truth before i dive right into you. ❜
  • ❛ do you have a tendency to lead some people on? ‘cuz i heard you do. ❜

shape of you. 

  • ❛ the club isn’t the best place to find a lover, so the bar is where i go. ❜
  • ❛ your love was handmade for somebody like me. ❜
  • ❛ i’m in love with the shape of you. we push and pull like a magnet do. ❜
  • ❛ although my heart is falling too, i’m in love with your body. ❜
  • ❛ last night you were in my room, and now my bed sheets smell like you. ❜
  • ❛ we talk for hours and hours about the sweet and the sour. ❜

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The Bookstore

Hey guys! It’s me again, and I sorta wanted to write a Tom meet-cute because I daydream about those 25/8? This is just soft, fluffy and sweet, I hope you like it!
Author’s note: Tom is my screensaver and I went to Barnes and Noble today and the girl that was ringing me up was really, really nice and we were talking about Marvel because I was buying a comic, (I finally found Spider-Man Blue, three cheers for me!) and she was literally like, “oh my gosh, you and Tom would be super adorable together! I can just see it now!” And I sort of died? So this is just a story branching off of that?
The Bookstore
“Is that your boyfriend?” The saleslady asked, referencing the girl’s phone, as a smile that stretched from ear to ear crossed over her features. “He comes in quite often, has mostly good taste in books, although, sometimes his choices are questionable at best. Likes fantasy and adventure, some good, some not.”
The girl’s eyes widened and her mouth flopped open and shut like a guppy’s as she attempted to stutter out an appropriate response.
Tom Holland was the girl’s screensaver, and no, he most definitely wasn’t her boyfriend because he had no idea that she existed. Even if he had stumbled across her fan account, she’d just be another fan to Tom, maybe she’d even stand out for being an ultimate creep.
“He’s a very polite boy, you’re so lucky! My daughters are only interested in self-obsessed assholes.” The lady began to scan her choices, continuing to rant about her daughter’s apparent bad taste in men.
The girl was still struggling to comprehend her situation. The saleswoman clearly knew Tom, who apparently came in often, as did she, so she couldn’t really say that he wasn’t her boyfriend without looking like an utter and complete weirdo.
Pondering, she bit the inside of her cheek. Their paths had never crosses, so what could be the harm in indulging in a little fantasy? “We’ve been dating since last Spring,” She said, not daring to look into the kind eyes of the saleswoman.
“Ah, I see. I bet you two look absolutely adorable together, maybe turn him onto some high quality literature next time he comes in, eh?” The woman smiled from across the counter, waving the girl’s new Philip Roth books in the air before handing them over.
Reaching for her five purchases, the girl smiled and nodded, “I’ll do my very best!” She called and waved as she left the store.
Over the next few days, Tom wandered back into the bookstore. Navigating his way down the store’s narrow aisles, Tom searched for something that he could read on the plane that he’d inevitably be boarding sometime soon. He paused every so often to pick up a book, glance over the summary on the back, and reshelve it to it’s proper home.
After shuffling down another section, he came across the very same saleswoman who had helped the girl moonlighting as his girlfriend.
“How come you guys never come in together? She knows some good authors, I’m sure she’d love to help broaden your horizons.” The saleswoman said, maintaining her position, crouched over to straighten and tidy the shelves.
Tom looked around, unsure of who the woman was speaking to, because as far as he knew, none of his friends knew about this store. They opted for Barnes and Noble, while he prefered to dig.
“Yes, you. I just met your girlfriend and she’s lovely. Great taste in books.” The woman said again.
Scratching his head, Tom wasn’t exactly sure what to say, so he played along, not wanting to be rude. Surely she must be confusing him with someone else, because he didn’t have a girlfriend to share books with, as much as he’d like one.
“Yeah, we just have different schedules, she’s usually in class when I peruse the bookstore.” Tom said, bending down to help the woman on the floor.
“She’s very cute, and very sweet. It’s nice to see young people reading something that isn’t their twitter feed.” The woman said, taking one last glance at the fixed up shelf, before nodding decisively and standing up.
Tom stood as well, chuckling, “My Dad’s an author, so reading has always been apart of my life.”
“You guys are lovely, let me know if I can be of any help.” The woman began to walk away and Tom shook his head and laughed.
“How do you know that my girl is my girl? We never come in at the same time.” Tom asked suddenly, curiosity leaking into his bloodstream.
“She comes in more often than you, buys more books than you, and you’re her screensaver. It’s quite cute, actually.” The saleslady called out.
There it is, Tom thought, she might be a fan. He couldn’t think of any other reason that he’d be her screensaver. Shoving his hands into his pockets, Tom smirked and picked out not one, but two books. One to leave at the register for her the next time that he came in, and one for him to read while he was on the press tour.
“That is so thoughtful! She’ll love it!” The woman said from behind the cash register, clapping her hands together. “I’ll make sure that she gets it, alright? Wanna put a little message in it, promise I won’t peak! I’ve got a pen right here!” She chirped happily.
“Yeah, alright, I’ll actually do that. Could I please borrow your pen?” Tom asked.
Drawing a heart to conclude the note to his ‘girlfriend’ that he’d never met, he said thank you one to the lady one last time and left the store.
The very next morning, the girl pushed her wallet back into her purse at the bookstore’s register, waiting for the same saleswoman to finish ringing her up.
“Saw your boyfriend yesterday, left a little something for you.” The saleswoman smiled, turning around to sift through the books on display behind her to find Tom’s choice for the girl.
The girl felt the fiery licks of scarlet coloring her skin again. Her hands shook, surely Tom thought that she was a mega, ultra stalker. He’d probably left her a note begging her to kindly fuck off. She wished Mother Earth would swallow her up the same way it did to Sita in ‘The Ramayana.’
“Don’t be embarrassed, silly, it’s endearing.” The woman handed her a book titled, ‘Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair’ by Pablo Neruda. “He’s paid for it, of course, and he left you a little note on the first page. Lent him the pen myself.”
“He really shouldn’t have,” the girl stuttered, her hands almost noticeably shaking as she held the book within her palms.
Inside, Tom had scribbled out,
Seeing as you’re my girlfriend, I thought it was only fitting to leave you at least twenty love poems. Left you a song of despair as well, seeing as we haven’t met yet.
Love always,
Your devoted boyfriend, Tom

“Could I go back and pick one out for him as well?” The girl asked, feeling a tiny bit braver after reading Tom’s cheeky message for her.
“Of course! I love this, I wish more couples did things like this for each other, it’s endearing!” The saleswoman smiled, shutting the register.
After picking out an appropriate novel, she left the store, smiling, blushing and practically gliding on air.
Later that very afternoon, Tom was chased by the overbearing coldness of the afternoon breeze, and his own excitement over whether or not she’d received his present, back into the bookstore.
Not even bothering to look at anything, he came to a halt in front of the saleswoman, who upon seeing him enter, tore through her display to retrieve the novel that she’d left for him.
“Did she get it? Did she like it, I haven’t heard from her yet.” Tom asked, beaming at the woman.
“She loved it! She loved it so much, in fact, that she’s left one for you as well.” She handed him a novel called ‘One Day.’ “She’s left a love note for you as well!”
Tearing the book open, Tom came across her delicate handwriting sprawled in black ink.
Here’s to hoping that I meet you one day.
With all the love in my heart-
Your mystery girlfriend
Fighting the urge to hug the book closer to his chest, Tom made a choice.
“I’m going to go pick her a book out right now, and I’m going to wait right here until she comes back in. I want to give her this one in person.” Tom turned on his heel to search for the perfect book for to give her, when the saleswoman informed him that she’d already been in today.
“Alright then, I’ll be back first thing tomorrow.” Tom blushed, but continued on his way down through the shelves, desperate to find the perfect book for her.
Deciding on ‘You,’ by Caroline Kepnes, Tom paid and left the store, planning to return right when the bookstore opened.
The very next morning, Tom was perched in a cushy, plush chair, obscured by stacks and shelves housing novels, waiting for her. He’d positioned himself perfectly, ensuring that he could see the register at all times, but that the people at the register wouldn’t be able to spot him, unless they knew where he was hiding.
He was completely on edge. Every time the door opened, he’d practically leap to his feet, only to be met with disappointment because mostly everyone who wandered in off the street was either male, or too old to be his mystery girlfriend.
Finally, when Tom had all but lost hope, a girl so otherworldly beautiful that Tom truly debated in his mind whether or not the girl was even a girl, he briefly wondered if she was an ethereal fairy of sorts, floated into the room.
Her hair reflected light the same way that waves in the sea did, and her voice was so soft and warm that it sounded as he imagined his favorite hot drink would taste. She waved hello to the saleswoman before diving into the poetry section, hidden deep within the store.
Jumping to his feet, Tom rushed to finally meet her, rolling the book he planned to give her in between his palms.
Checking his hair one more time, Tom came to a stop next to her.
“Excuse me miss, I was just wondering if you happen to be my mystery girlfriend, who apparently has better taste in books than me?” Tom’s confidence was evaporating as she turned around to face him.
She was even prettier up close and Tom wanted to scratch his own eyes out for beginning the conversation with such a shit line.
Thankfully, she smiled, a strawberry jam colored blush widening across her delicate features. “That would be me, but unfortunately, you’ve caught me off guard and now I don’t have anything to give to you.” Her eyes refused to meet his own for more than a few seconds.
She could barely believe any of this. First, her celebrity crush and her happened to both shop at the same bookstore. Then, he goes along with the charade of being her boyfriend, and even leaves her gifts, and now, he was standing in front of her.
He looked like Prince Charming and her brain was turning to mush.
“Lucky for you, I don’t mind. But, I do have a book for you.” Holding the novel, ‘You,’ out to her, he began to sway from foot to foot, nervous that she’d hate it.
“Funny enough, that’s one of my favorite books,” She laughed, “But are you planning to kill me?” She referenced the plot of ‘You,’ which was more or less a horror story, hardly the conventional romance.
Stuttering, Tom attempted to clear his name. “I just thought it was fitting, seeing as we met in a bookstore, and so did Joe and Beck,” the main characters who become romantically involved in the novel, “And really, I just wanted you to have the line about the mouse in the house.”
“Are you going to get a cat to chase me out?” She teased, and Tom laughed.
“Absolutely not, you’re just all I’ve been thinking about. I wanna know you, and learn from your apparently epic choices in literature.” Tom said, leaning in closer to her.
“Than sit, and I’ll pick you something out?” She questioned, shyly moving to sit on the floor, her arm curled around more than a few options.
The pair scooched into one another one the floor, and the saleswoman watched, smiling from her spot at the register. Her two favorite customers were finally together.
Her eyes twinkled as she turned the radio onto a station that played only love songs.
They read love poems, and love stories together, so it only seemed fair that they listened to only love songs as well.

BTS - Having a foreign girlfriend who has to return home.

Request: Hi can I request a reaction of bts having a foreigner girlfriend and finding out their girlfriend is leaving back to America forever? Would bts after them? How would they react? Please happy ending. Thank you sooo muchThank you so much for the request!

A/N: So this may of turned out longer than I expected, I wrote two version before this a lot shorter, but tumblr crashed both times, but I’m even more happy with how this turned out :)


Kim Namjoon

You knew that it was all about timing when it came to telling Namjoon that you had to go back home, but this time it wasn’t only for a few days or for a week, it was quite possibly for good and you wasn’t  quite sure on when you would return, or if you’d ever have enough money to giving the money struggles your family were having back home. When you started this relationship, you both accepted the fact that you wouldn’t be able to stay there forever, but when you tried to drop hints recently Namjoon either completely blanked you or changed the subject completely.

The both of you were sat on the couch, cuddled up watching a movie in the comfort of your apartment that you were temporarily renting while you stayed there.

“Namjoon, I have something I need to tell you” you mumbled as you buried your face into his chest. 

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anonymous asked:

speaking of angus's family: angus being lup and barry's kid is such a good idea even if it's obvs not canon... like he's the right age... a very smart magic boy... the memory of his grandfather's name died long before he was born... his dnd race is never mentioned... please consider barry just dropping to his knees to hug the kid he now knows is his son as soon as he gets his memories back

Listen, listen, you are in luck because I saw a ficlet going around the other day which is exactly this feeling and I am going to send it your way it’s adorable and you’re going to love it I promise because it’s adorable.

But also, consider: even in completely non-au terms this is a possibility. Angus McDonald absolutely, without a doubt, gets seven new parents after Story and Song (more than that, even, because Kravitz and Ren and all of the BoB are around and they’re not about to be left out). He’s got rooms in houses all over Faerun. Magnus coaches his soccer team, Lucretia reads him bedtime stories, Taako and Lup make him lunch to bring to school. 

Barry hasn’t dealt much with kids in the past, but there’s something about this kid that just clicks - he thinks it’s something about how curious Angus is, how excited he is to learn new things, and that’s something Angus has in common with Barry. Barry remembers being Angus’s age and seeing all of the mysteries of the world around him and being excited at the prospect of one day knowing all of the answers. He still feels that way sometimes, especially when Angus comes running through the door after school chattering a mile a minute about some new theory or discovery. He’s never too busy to listen to everything Angus has to say and ask questions until Lup forces food in front of them because it’s been hours already and, in her words, they “need sustenance to fuel the nerd-chat.” And this is new, they’ve had years without each other, they still have so much to learn about each other, but it’s a good kind of new. It grows into a warm kind of familiar, a comfortable new presence. In time, it’s difficult to remember that they didn’t always have each other.

Lup once taught Barry about the importance of hugs, and it’s a lesson that Barry passes on to Angus at every opportunity. Every time he comes in with a perfect score from a big test, or on days when he’s quiet and sad, or any time he walks through the door after he’s been away for a while Barry gives him the best kind of hug - sincere and close, with a feeling that’s just like home. Angus is his kid, too, because Barry has also learned that the family you find is as real as any family you’re given.

Nct as Vampires

Request: Hi! Could you do an NCT Vampire au? Like how each of the members would be as a vampire? Thank you! :) I hope I requested correctly

A/N: i was actually thinking of writing a single post for each member but it’d be too many so here’s only a brief summary !! if you want me to emphasise on a specific member please do request again !

Assume that only you know about their identity and they promised not to hurt you as long as you don’t tell anyone else ,, and also you live together with them

Taeil:

  • really chill about his identity
  • like when you first told him you knew , all he did was get shocked and asked how you knew , then went back to being normal
  • acts more like a human than a vampire tbh
  • you don’t even know how he survives because you never actually saw him eat/suck ( is this even right it sounds wrong omg ) any other living things before for their blood
  • and when you ask him ,
  • he simply replies with a “ secrets ”
  • turns out he’s been drinking blood he stole from clueless vampire WinWin’s bottle/jar since they stay in the same room

Hansol:

  • he’s so quiet and mysterious it’s creepy
  • like you don’t know when he’d do something dangerous and sudden
  • so you lowkey stayed away from him even after he promised not to hurt you
  • but then you realised he’s an actual softie
  • because you saw him crying over an anime once
  • yes vampires need entertainment too
  • so you start opening up to him
  • and he shares with you about his family and ancestors
  • like how great of vampires they were
  • when he goes out to hunt at night though ,
  • he becomes really serious and you lowkey got scared once because he came back home with blood all around his mouth
  • then he smiles at you innocently and blankly
  • and you can’t help but return a fake smile like hansol you’re scaring me get away and wash up first

Johnny:

  • okay he likes teasing you A LOT
  • okay maybe more of threatening , not teasing
  • like one time you were too lazy to cook lunch for him ,
  • he got super close to you and whispered sarcastically like “ i can’t guarantee you’d still be able to stay up till dinner tonight though ”
  • and he shows his fangs too like stop johnny what are you doing
  • so you were left with no choice but to cook for him
  • he’s such a flirty vampire i cant even
  • like he got you a black dress and cap one day
  • and when you asked him why ,
  • he was like “ you should know we vampires can’t be exposed to sunlight ,, but your beauty and smile’s shining brighter than it so i gotta cover you up ”
  • go away johnny ew
  • kidding he’s so hot tbh

Taeyong:

  • really particular about how he looks and acts
  • like he’s really ‘elegant’ as a vampire (?) ( does this even make sense omg )
  • like his cape must be washed and ironed out properly every day before night falls
  • and he HAS to do it himself
  • one time you helped him wash and clean it ,
  • he got so pissed he didn’t come back for two nights
  • turns out he was living in some kind of abandoned house as a bat
  • and he couldn’t stand the dust so he had no choice but to come back
  • he sometimes forgets that you’re human so he shares with you on stories of all the people he’s eaten
  • and when you’re like “ taeyong that’s too much detail … ”
  • he gets all jumpy like , “ oh shit i forgot , i’m sorry ”
  • “ i forgot i got too caught up ”
  • but he doesn’t really seem different from a human being so you’re not that much bothered by him

Yuta:

  • okay here we have another flirty vampire
  • like really really flirty
  • like one moment you’d just be there watching television ,
  • then a pair of hands wraps tightly around your hips
  • “ want me to turn you into one too ? ”
  • “ no wth yuta what are you doing ”
  • “ couldn’t resist you ”
  • “ stop yuta , hands off ”
  • “ who are you to tell me what to do , i have the powers here ”
  • “ yeah sure if you don’t let go i’ll move out rn ”
  • then he lets go right away and pouts like a small kid
  • he’s really lazy and afraid to go out under the sun so he stays at home like 24/7
  • and he clings onto you like a leech
  • disturbing and annoying you as a form of entertainment

Kun:

  • he’s such an angel though
  • but you didn’t knew he was a vampire until like 1 month of staying together
  • because you always wondered why he went out and came home so late in the night
  • until you saw him drinking some red & thick liquid one day in his cape
  • you almost screamed and fainted
  • but kun was nice enough to help you out , and confessed about his identity after
  • and was like “ don’t worry , i won’t hurt you , you’re too beautiful ”
  • he didn’t even tell you not to spread it , as he trusts that you will keep it a secret
  • so sweet tbh
  • smh why were you born as a vampire not an angel kun

Doyoung:

  • always shookt and worried that his identity might get revealed
  • so everytime you come home , the first thing he asks you is
  • “ did you tell anyone ? ”
  • “ doyoung of course not they’d think im crazy ”
  • “ are you sure ? ”
  • “ yes , i promise ”
  • then he goes back to acting all confident and laidback like
  • “ haha what’s there to be afraid of ”
  • then he turns into a bat and follows you around the next day to spy on you
  • and he thought you wouldn’t notice but in fact he’s so obvious so you just let him be

Ten:

  • always curious about the ‘humans’ like ,
  • “ wow Y/N how does it feel to die ? ”
  • “ do i look like i’ve died before , ten ? ”
  • “ hehe idk , im just curious , i’ve been living for like 127 this is not intentional years now ”
  • “ you’re so old ”
  • “ but i’m still cute right ?? ”
  • and he gives you a cute and innocent smile
  • you wonder if he’s even a vampire
  • but when he gets ready to go out at night he always has this smirk on his face
  • and he’d have eye contact with you before he flies off
  • so rude but you gotta admit he looks good

Jaehyun:

  • like taeil he’s pretty chill about his identity
  • his naturally white and fair skin caught your attention first
  • then he was always hiding in the room first thing in the morning , saying that he had to take his ’ daily medicine ’
  • turns out it was small cups of blood when you went to check
  • so when you first asked him he was just like
  • “ since i trust you , yeah i’m one ”
  • then he flashed his sharp fangs infront of you
  • and when he saw your shocked expression he’d laugh to himself , his cute and smol dimples coming back
  • he actually takes care of you instead , and protects you from other vampires/creatures from attacking

WinWin:

  • he’s such a soft person you couldn’t believe it when he told you he was a vampire
  • and he casually mentioned it to you during a conversation
  • you were shookt for days
  • “ why are you always so tired in the day ”
  • “ i don’t sleep at night ”
  • “ why ? ”
  • “ we are more active in the dark ”
  • “ ‘we’ ? ”
  • “ vampires .. ”
  • he’s cute and innocent most of the time
  • but when night time falls he gets really serious and doesn’t come back quickly ,
  • because he has to find the perfect type and taste of blood which suits him

The minors are all half-vampires instead of ‘full’ ones

Mark:

  • he’s so clueless and adorable he often asks you vampire related questions that you cant even answer , like
  • “ why do we live forever ? will we never die ? wow that’s cool ”
  • “ mark i dont know .. ”
  • “ how am i supposed to take blood out of someone , won’t it hurt them ? ”
  • “ mark i’m not a vampire idk anything ”
  • “ oh … sorry ”
  • he’s so polite and nice he almost starved and fainted because he couldn’t bear to hurt anyone for blood
  • so you had no choice but to donate your own blood
  • which also refused to drink ,
  • but you forced it down his throat , so now active mark is back again

Renjun:

  • another literal angel why
  • he tries his best to sustain his hunger by only eating food
  • but part of him still feels drained because he’s half-vampire after all , he needs blood
  • so he tried drinking his own one ,
  • but it made him even sicker
  • so you had to ask for vampire taeyong’s help because he always had spare bottles of blood
  • just like that you lectured renjun on keeping his body healthy and fit
  • and he was like “ sure … but one person that i’d never ever eat is you , even if im dying ”
  • go reborn as an angel with kun please

Jeno:

  • he’s always smiling and cheerful , the thought of him being a vampire never once crossed your mind
  • but when he told you that he’s only half ,
  • you still got really shocked and speechless ,
  • and as soon as he noticed he promised not to hurt you
  • he likes showing you baby photos of himself , the growing process of his small fangs ,
  • and the way he’d always smile brightly
  • he likes going on walks with you but he always prepares a cap and a pair of jacket to cover himself , if he gets exposed to the sun too much

Haechan:

  • such a prankster i cant even
  • he’d offer to pour you a cup of water ,
  • then when he comes out with two cups filled with red liquid you’re like ,
  • “ this better not be blood haechan- ”
  • “ it is ”
  • “ what why ”
  • “ try it , it’s really good ”
  • “ no donghyuck i cant do this ”
  • “ shut up and drink it ”
  • and after a few minutes of arguing ,
  • “ it’s only some cranberry juice ”
  • and he also likes joking about turning you into a vampire too
  • and would use it as an advantage to call you to help him do things
  • “ help me wash my clothes … if not i might hurt you , idk ”

Jaemin:

  • a mixture of haechan + winwin
  • one moment he’d be all soft and positive ,
  • the other he’s scaring you with his fangs and blood
  • but he knows when to stop and not scare you too much
  • he’s also pretty flirty and smooth like
  • “ if you were a blood type you’d be my favourite ”
  • “ jaemin that’s not cool , stop ”
  • “ okay fine you’re my favourite human ”

Chenle:

  • he’s so happy and loud you didn’t think he was a vampire
  • and his looks did not help too , as he looked so cute and adorable to you
  • he slightly teases and joke with you
  • especially when he reminds you of the face you made when he first told you
  • your mouth and eyes were wide open and no words were said
  • he doesn’t really need that much blood so he acts just like a normal human being ,
  • only sometimes when you notice him getting a bit tired ,
  • you’d ask him to go eat/replenish on his blood intake and listens to you without fail

Jisung:

  • like chenle , this baby is still in the process of developing the vampire characteristics ,
  • so his fangs are still pretty short and he can perform perfectly well even without the intake of blood & under sunlight
  • so you had absolutely no idea he was one
  • until he accidentally told you while y'all were talking
  • and he got so flustered and worried after he realised his confession , he couldn’t sleep peacefully that night
  • but as soon as you told him you didn’t mind and would not spread it ,
  • he became to soften up and share more stories of his family to you
{ feeling of freedom, of seeing the light }

pairing: hamilsquad x reader

prompt: soulmate!au. you see the world in black and white until you meet your soulmate. then you see color!

t/w: none!

a/n: thank you for 1,550+ followers! i’m so thankful for each and every one of you. 

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You had grown up in a world of black and white. Color was unknown to you, but you remembered how your parents described colors to you to make you feel a little better. 

Red is like fire. You know when you feel angry or frustrated? It’s like that. It’s hot and bold and angry.”

“Yellow is warm, bright and friendly. It’s the color of the sun, love. Makes you feel like someone wrapped you up in a blanket on a cold day.”

“Blue is the color of water. It’s cool. It’s cold. I think you’d like it quite a lot.” 

This wasn’t abnormal. You wouldn’t get to see the colors your parents’ got to see until you met your soulmate. You knew it would be a long time until then, but hearing your parents describe the colors to you was enough for the time being. 

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Preference "How they react to you being clueless to their constant flirting"

(LOL FOR OUR FAV BEING 1000% DONE WITH OUR SHIT XD Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be shocked and baffled by you, not understanding as to how you could possibly miss any of his hints. “Are you fucking kidding me Y/N!? You really don’t think anything of what I tell you? Ok…You know what I’ll be more direct with you how’s that? Yeah, how about I want to shove my dick up your pussy because I wanna impregnate you so that you and I can be forever, like that? Is that really your kind of flirting?”

Daryl-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d complain to Rick, blaming himself for probably being too subtle despite actually being somewhat obvious to everyone else’s eyes. “She ain’t ever noticing me, man! I could compliment her all day, touch her and stuff and all I get is a weird look, like a deer in headlights or even worse an innocent “thanks”, I mean obviously from her tone i’m just another dude to her…Like what should I do?“

Rick-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d find you cute but would come with a plan to set the record straight as he wouldn’t be able to handle the idea of someone else flirting with you. "Y/N, you really can be innocent sometimes…I like that…But I need you to understand that I love you as in I want you to be mine…I can’t stand the idea of you being anyone else…”

Merle-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be oddly turned on and amused, and would work even harder to make it extremely more obvious for you, even going as far as to show it off to you. “Oh baby girl…I just love it that you play innocent with me…It really turns me on…Just look at me…Damn I just want to do dirty things to you…No not like that, like fucking your throat with my dick, that kind of stuff…”

Glenn-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d just laugh, surprising you completely and start to joke about it for a good while. “Are you serious, Y/N? Oh my god! How can you be so lost! I mean I can’t be more obvious than I am! Y/N now that I think about it it’s my fault…I didn’t see the word "oblivious” tattooed on your forehead! Man, I should’ve asked the others to tell me about it! What it’s true you are damn oblivious!“

Carl-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be confused and pull you away to have a serious talk with you. "Wait…Y/N…Do you think i’m as kind to you as I am to anyone else? No…I-I have feelings for you that’s why I worry and all…Don’t tell me you think I wink at everyone too…You do! Y/N, no! I-I do that because I want you to know i’m interested in you…I really like you Y/N, how could you not figure that out…”

The Governor-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d find you rather adorable but wouldn’t be able to keep his intentions hidden anymore as he’d show up to you with some flowers. “You know you’re a real cutie being clueless from all my advances…Yes, i’m serious Y/N, i’ve been flirting with you for a long time and honestly I don’t know how you didn’t see it…But whatever…From now i’ll be straightforward with you…Y/N would you like to go out with me?”

Abraham-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d confront you about it and ask if you were being serious. “Y/N we need to talk, come here…Are you full on serious? I said you looked hot in that outfit and your immediate response was "Don’t worry I’ll go get some water and cool down!” You gotta be kidding me! I was clearly complimenting you! Why on earth would I say that for you to go get a drink?!“

Eugene-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be at a loss and think of himself as unworthy of you, thinking you weren’t interested in him, only for Rosita and Abraham to cheer him back up. "I-I really tried my best for Y/N…I said her hair looked cool everyday…I said she was hot…dope…Everything but it didn’t work out…She isn’t interested obviously…What? I can say better things? I guess…”

Ron-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d get frustrated and it would start to show the more he hangs out with you. “No i’m no pissed…It’s just this that’s stupid!…Ok fine! I’m sick and tired of us…Damn it Y/N what don’t you get? I’m serious…I-I’ve been flirting with you for so long! Did you never consider it once? I mean I can’t be more obvious than anything that i’ve done or said to you.”

Jesus-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d be surprised and wouldn’t be able to hide his shock from what your friend was telling him. "What? Y/N doesn’t…doesn’t notices my flirting…You’re kidding right? I-I can’t be more obvious than I already am…How can-…Is there really such thing as someone that clueless? Or wait…You’re just playing a prank on me right, like that’s impossible!”

Dwight-When he’d come to realize that you were utterly clueless to his constant flirting, he’d resolve himself to making you a grand gesture to confess his feelings for you straightforwardly. “Hey Y/N!…So I figured out that you’ve been oblivious to my feelings or maybe it was me sending you mixed messages…Either way…I found a better way to clearly say what I mean…Here…Yup I carved that myself…I-I like you…More than just a friend!”

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You Don’t Have To Change - Harry Hook x Reader

A/N I’ve been really inspired lately to write a bit more. I’m so thankful to hear some of your guys feedback on my last imagine and I thought why not make another one. Enjoy xoxo

Summary:You are the sister of King Ben and you have developed a crush on Harry Hook. You try so hard to become a Villain and ask the 4 VK to help you.


Harry’s POV

“I’m too dangerous for you lass” I spoke to Y/N we had been partnered up in chemistry class together “I can basically read your mind Y/N you don’t deserve me you deserve good and I’m evil.” “I don’t play by the rules Harry I know what evil is and I can be that for you.” Y/N flirted back attempting to be bad. I laughed as I smirked up at her “Y/N deary you have no idea what evil is.”

She’s suppose to marry royalty no matter what I cannot let her find out that I have been in love with her since the day I laid my eyes on her. She deserves good not evil.

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And I hope that all your dreams come true. I hope they finally make a sequel to The Other Guys and that you make it to the Shire one day. I hope you land that dream job you’ve worked so hard for and that you find the perfect girl along the way, one that is every bit as good as you. A girl that adores your dimples and won’t mind you sleeping in until 1 every weekend. I hope she laughs when you mess up your words but always remembers to tell you how sweet it is too. And I hope that she appreciates you for everything you are and will be. Most of all, I hope that you are beyond happy and if you are sad I hope that you can pull yourself out of it. I hope this and so much more for you.
—  You deserve it all. You deserve the world.
11 am

based on this x


Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When it’s his day off of work and he can finally spend his day with you, what he likes the most to do right after he wakes up is a shower. With you of course. He likes to watch as the water runs down from your hair to your back and down your legs. He likes to wrap a towel around you and then dry your hair with another. He likes the way your eyes scrunches when hair tickles your face.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The clouds are the clearest in that time of the day and it’s the best time to go jogging. He likes to have you running ahead of him to have an eye on you (and to look at your butt but you didn’t hear this). He has his favorite route and you already know the way.  The bridge is your final destination but you like to lay down on the grass right before it. The quiet sounds of the river, the singing birds, the sounds of people passing on bikes or just a group of friend chatting happily. It’s all so calming and so much better when he knows you’re there. Right next to him.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. He can lie down on the grass in your garden while you hang washed clothes outside because it will dry better, it’s summer after all. He would wear only shorts and sunglasses. You would steal glances at him thinking if he would help you. Clearing your throat you finally got his attention and he got the message, whining like a little child he would stand up and maybe actually help you. But it would end up with a slapping-each-other-with-wet-clothes war.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The convenience store gets a brew of fresh pastry at that time. Ice cream also tastes the best at this time but nor any of you know how is it possible. The store has a place where you can sit (most of the time old grandmas sit there and gossip about everything and nothing) and it has a big umbrella so you can comfortably sit in the shadow and not worry about getting sunburnt. The occasional summer wind is lightly hitting your face as you enjoy the cold refreshment.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When he have to do a paperwork he would ask you to come with him to the balcony and give him a company. He would do the work and you would read a book because what else you can do there, right. But you don’t mind. You would leave after a while to make a fresh juice for both of you and when you come back Taehyung switched his sitting place and is now sitting at your spot. But you already know he doesn’t mean “go sit somewhere else” but “I want to sit next to you” because he needs an inspiration and you beside him is more than that. So you would lie on his lap, your book forgotten, but the with the new view you can’t complain.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. Sometimes when he walks down the stairs, he would find you in front of the television doing yoga with a perfect ponytail. Sometimes when he walks down the stairs, he would find you sitting at the table in front of the television watching the news while cutting vegetables with messy hair and dirty shirt on. But no matter how you look when he first lays his eyes on you at the morning, he would always come to you with a morning kiss, stealing your breath away.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. When it’s super hot in summer he likes to jump into the pool right after he wakes up. It wakes him up. Once he’s satisfied he would walk out not planning to stay out of the pool for a long time. He would search for you and once he finds you in the bathroom brushing your hair, he would pick you up, your legs automatically rounding his waist. You shriek from the wetness of his body and ask him what is he doing but he would cheekily smile at you and say nothing. When you realized what’s his plan you immediately tried to escape from his hold but no success. You ended up still in your clothes in the pool with Tae jumping right behind you.

Taehyung’s favorite time of the day is 11 am. The rays of sun shining through closed jalousies hits your skin just right. He loves waking up with the feeling that you are in his arms. That you’re safe. He loves to run his fingers from your face to your neck, stopping there for a little bit to admire the blossoming purple flowers that he personally implanted here, to your back, watching as goosebumps appeared there because of his touch. But where he loves to run his fingers the most is through yours. He loves to hold your hand because it feels like a home.

anonymous asked:

Oh my god you should do a part 2 where months later Harry comes back ans he regrets everything and talks about wanting 'us' back to the reader but the reader is Just like "there was no us" lmao I would die

girl don’t die on me but here ya go
masterlist // there’s no us

The day had been busy, like most of your days were lately. Ever since Harry left, doing just fine on his own, you picked up your work load and rarely had a day off. And now with award season around the corner, you found yourself drinking a glass of wine and going through photos of several outfits and accessories for your clients to wear over the many events coming up. You were in the middle of finding the perfect shoes for a Fendi dress when there was a knocking on your front door. 

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The Secrets of Fate. {Elriel Oneshot}

Elriel (with a side of Nessian). Adorable with a touch of smut. Elain’s POV. 


6:58 p.m.

“Excited to be an aunt?”

I look up to find Azriel standing above me with his hands in his pockets and his head tilted slightly to the left. He’s dressed casually in his training pants and an old tunic, he must have just come from the rooftop with Rhys. Sweat has forced his dark hair to be matted against his forehead and his shirt to cling to his sculpted chest, his arms, his abs.

It is only when he approaches me that I realize I’d been dozing off.

“Yes,” I yawn, reluctantly. “Can’t you tell?”

He smiles, softly. “You should get some rest. I’ll let you know when it’s coming.”

“It should be soon!” I argue, although I do not know that to be true. “Any minute. Really.”

He senses my lie, but instead of pushing me further, he scoops me into his arms and walks down the hallway.

I do not protest. Sleep does sound marvelous. I’ve been sitting outside Nesta and Cassian’s door since before breakfast. It was almost nightfall, and her contractions are nowhere near where they need to be. All I hear is Nesta screaming and cursing, damn you Cass for doing this to me being the most popular.

In which Cassian laughs and replies, you’re welcome, beautiful.

Feyre has been coming and going all day with buckets full of ice and cold water and new, dry towels. Although I cannot contribute much, except for the occasional head pop-in to ask how things are going and if anything else is needed, I haven’t been able to force myself to leave my spot in the hallway.

Just in case.

Azriel, apparently, does not see the point in that.

“You’ll come get me when it’s time?”

“Yes.”

“You promise?”

“I would not have said yes otherwise.”

“Are you getting sassy with me?” I lift my eyebrows, in which he replies with a breathy laugh.

Azriel and I have become good friends in the last two years, since my living here became permanent after the war with Hybern. Although, I would be lying if I were to say I did not find him beautiful, and kind, and completely perfect in every way.

Some days I think he’ll make his move, reveal his feelings for me, but then I remember that it’s Azriel and find myself embarrassed for even thinking such a thing. But now, with my head on his shoulder listening to the rapid beat of his heart, realizing that he’s still carrying me in his arms down the hall, I wonder if those thoughts were not made up after all.

One of his wings brushes my back, making me gasp, and his body turns rigid from my reaction.

He kicks open my door with his muddy boot and I notice the shadows beginning to creep around his shoulders.

“Rhysand will not be pleased with the muddy footprint on his door,” I scold.

He lies me down on my bed and pulls off my boots, one by one. “Rhys can come find me if he has a problem. I’ll tell him I was escorting a beautiful woman to her bed.”

Realizing his words, he begins shaking his head, thinking I’d take offence. But, instead, I burst out laughing. Perhaps it’s the lack of sleep, or the glass of wine Mor had brought me an hour ago, and then refilled twice, but I am feeling bold. Giddy, even.

“Does your escorting end here?”

He opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again, but nothing comes out.

My cheeks turn red. It must be the buzz. Az doesn’t think of me like that. I am like a child to him. A friend, nothing more.

“I thought you wanted me to keep an eye on Nesta,” he says, instead, an underlying question in his statement.

“And what do you want?” I say, before I can stop myself.

Yes, definitely the wine.

He watches me for a long moment and I realize I must look a mess. I haven’t bathed since yesterday. I haven’t even brushed my hair, for Cauldron’s sake. He must pity me, my rumpled clothes and smudged makeup.

But, as he takes a step closer, I realize that is probably a question that he does not get asked a lot. And, for a moment, he looks surprised.

And when he takes a step toward me, then another, then slumps to his knees before me as I sit on my bed, I can’t stop the heat from spreading from my cheeks, to my stomach, to places I wasn’t aware that heat could be felt.

“I want…” he pauses, placing his head in my lap, then taking my delicate hands in his scarred ones before looking back up to me. “I want you to know how beautiful a person you are. I want to know what it’s like to love, and be loved, by someone like you.”

I am so stunned that I cannot properly string a sentence together. He watches me, lips slightly parted, as if he just revealed the secrets of the universe. And, in a way, I feel like he did.

Here is a male who has been alive for hundreds of years before I was even thought of and formed in the womb, a male who has slain on the battlefield, a male who has met thousands of females who would no doubt love him….and yet, he is before me, on his knees, sweaty, dark hair falling into his eyes and large, membranous wings looming behind him, looking no more than a shy boy, a dark soul, a fallen angel.

I take his face in my hands and kiss his forehead, gently. “There has not been a day in a very long time that I have not wondered the same thing.”

Something broke loose in him, then. Something wild, animalistic. The wild fae beneath the bashful male.

I had always associated him with utter gentleness. But, the male before me was anything but gentle.

A question looms in his eyes and I nod before I can second guess, if a second guess would ever even come.

I doubt it.

He slides one arm behind my back and lifts me further back onto the bed, until my head is sinking in my collection of floral pillows.

“Elain…” he whispers, but stops, as if any other word he could say would not be good enough for this moment.

Instead, his lips brush mine in a soft, tender rhythm. Once. Twice. Thrice. Harder, and a little more confident, until my fingers are intertwined in his hair and his abs are pressing against my stomach.

A small gasp escapes my lips as his mouth moves to the hollow of my throat, and he thrives on that gasp as he kicks off his muddy boots and they hit my floor with a thud. His bare feet, rough and calloused, run up my shins before I wrap my legs around his waist.

He unbuttons my dress, slowly, one by one, keeping his eyes on mine, in case I were to protest. I don’t. I won’t. I can’t, I am completely undone.

His lips find mine, once again, and I do not stop until we are one in the same, two beings in the same space, two bodies in search for the same thing.

He thrusts once, twice, three times until I am begging him for more.

He is gentle, but rough, and I have trouble breathing as I can’t find where my body ends and his begins. I was never loved by a human man, but I can’t imagine it would be anything close to this. This is magic. This is beauty. This is a love that only comes around once in a lifetime, even if that life is immortal.

By the time I realize how loud I’m moaning his name, how I’m holding onto him, afraid he’ll disappear into the shadows, it’s over, and I instantly want him again. That nearness. The closeness. The feeling of utter euphoria.

He’s hovering over me, still, shuddering, sweating, kissing me gently. He brushes the brown locks out of my eyes and laughs, gently, before wrapping me in his wings and holding onto me, afraid I’ll disappear into the shadows.

After we catch our breath, we fall back into our dance, into utter euphoria.

11:58 p.m.

The sound of crying jolts me from my sleep. Azriel is still lying next to me in my bed, an inked arm draped across my stomach. I slither out of his grasp, making my best attempt not to wake him, and fall onto the cold, wooden floorboards. I grab a shirt off the ground and toss on my robe before freezing at the sight of his bare body lying upon my blankets. I blush, force myself to look away, and ease into the hallway.

Faelight leads me down the hallway as the crying stops. Feyre is standing outside of the door, eyeing me as I approach.

“Is she here? Is it a she? A he? Feyre, answer me!”

My younger sister laughs. “We don’t know yet. It just happened, Cassian will come get us when it’s time. Nes just wanted it to be the two of them.”

I nod, understandingly. “Okay, good.”

“Don’t worry,” she winks. “You didn’t miss anything.”

She takes me in, then, for the first time. Her eyebrows raise and her lips open, slightly, then turn into a bright smile. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

I glance down and curse myself softly. A dress. I wore a dress, today. I pull my robe closer around me and shrug.

Elain!” she practically squeals and I hastily shhh her.

“How was it?”

“Shhh.”

“Was he timid? Was he rough? Oh, was he-”

“Quiet.”

“Is it true about the wingspan?”

Feyre.

The door swings open, leaving us both silent as we take in a sweaty, panting Cassian. His cheeks are red, as if he’s been crying. We both run into the warrior’s arms, the new father, and congratulate him before sneaking further into the room.

Nesta sits propped against her headboard, looking far too pristine for just giving birth, cradling a tiny, brown-haired infant in a bundle of blankets.

She looks at us, pure pride radiating off her. “Meet your aunts, little love,” she whispers, and Feyre and I are instantly by her side.

“It’s a girl,” Cassian says from behind us, exhaustingly, proudly.

“What’s her name?” Feyre asks.

Cassian opens his mouth, but Nesta speaks first. “We don’t know, yet. We can’t agree.”

That doesn’t surprise me.

I take the baby in my arms, and Nesta freezes. “Is that Azriel’s shirt?”

Cassian gasps from behind me, and I turn to find his eyebrows wiggling uncontrollably.

“Wingspan?” Nesta whispers.

“Mmm,” Feyre sighs. “I asked the same thing.”

“You are all ridiculous. A baby was just brought into the world,” I scold.

“We’re discussing this later,” Nesta orders.

“A discussion in which I will also be present for,” Cassian mumbles.

I can’t help but laugh as I look down at the baby sleeping in my arms. If this baby has Nesta’s will and Cassian’s humor…Mother help us all.

“She’s beautiful,” I say, wondering if I will one day be blessed enough to have one of my own. “Will she grow wings?”

“She will,” Cassian sits at the foot of the bed and pulls Nesta’s feet into his lap. “She’ll be able to hide them though, like Rhys, since she’s half High Fae.”

“I hope she doesn’t.” Nesta watches her Mate, her eyes growing misty as the reality of her new life settles in. “I hope she never hides them.”

Tears dwell in Cassian’s eyes, forcing them to pool up in my own. If this child has Nesta’s undying love and Cassian’s goodwill….a queen. This child will be a queen in her own right.

2:30 A.M.

They had to pry me off her. Octavia, they named her. Strong. Beautiful. Kind.

Azriel and Rhysand found us mere minutes after Feyre and I entered the room. Mor snuck in not five minutes after them, and we all wept, joyfully, for the new member of the Court of Dreams.

We passed her around while she cried and watched us curiously with her gray-blue eyes, the eyes of our mother. Azriel stayed close to me, his hand constantly brushing mine, for the majority of the night, having gone to get himself another shirt before joining us. You look much better in my clothes than I do, he told me at one point, making me blush furiously among our circle.

Rhys eyed my shirt curiously throughout the whole ordeal and I am convinced Feyre spoke to him through the bond, most likely promising him details later, because he eventually stopped.

Now, my heart is overwhelmed as I lie awake, tracing circles on Azriel’s bare chest. He’s breathing, softly, steadily, sleeping like everyone else. My mind is running wild, though, at this newfound romance, at the birth of my beautiful Octavia.

I laugh, silently, to myself and snuggle up next to my Illyrian warrior, my fallen angel. I fall asleep to the sound of his heartbeat, his hands holding me tightly against him, his wings wrapped around us both, and I thank the Cauldron my life didn’t turn out the way I thought it would.

Jealous

Originally posted by carpelunam



Summary: Y/N sees their best friends from high school and Tyler gets a little jealous.

Word Count: 1000

Pairing: Tyler Scheid x Reader


“Y/N, guess who’s here?”

I looked up from my phone and was shocked to see my best friends from high school standing in the door way. I hadn’t kept in touch with them as much as I wanted to so we hadn’t seen each other since our senior year, and now that they were here I couldn’t keep in my excitement. 

“Oh my god! Ian, Brandon! What’s up guys?”

“Your friend, Bella, here found us on Facebook I guess and invited us over.”

I got up from my seat on the couch and gave them both a huge hug. We sat back down on the couch and they told me about how Brandon had gotten engaged to Kiana Walker, A.K.A the girl he had a major crush on since freshman year. We talked for almost a half an hour until the door rang. Bella walked out of the kitchen and opened the door, allowing Tyler to walk in.

“Hey Tyler!” He smiled at me but it fell when he saw the two guys sitting next to me.

“Who’s this?”

“Oh, these are my friends from high school, Brandon and Ian.”

“Mhm.” Much to my surprise, he dropped the grocery bag he was holding and walked over to me, pressing his lips to mine. He held my head still with one hand but pushed me back into the couch, using the other hand to hold himself up. I raised an eyebrow but kissed him back. He pulled back for a second only to press his face into my neck. I giggled as his stubble tickled my skin but when I saw the weird looks I was getting from the others, I pushed him back lightly. He didn’t move at first and pressed a kiss to my ear.

“If they touch you I’ll kill them.” With that he stood up, grabbed the grocery bag, and walked into the kitchen.

It took a while for what happened to process but when it did a wide grin enveloped my face. I slowly stood up and Bella stared at me oddly from the kitchen doorway.

“What was that about?”

“He was jealous.” It was said in somewhat disbelief. Tyler always showed affection, even if we were just watching TV alone, he’d always wrap his arm around me and whisper cute, little things into my ear. Like when we watched The Notebook, he told me that he would build me something way better than just a house, like a castle. That’s when I’d smirk and tell him to shut up and watch the movie, to which he’d just laugh into the crook of my neck. Whenever we went out for coffee he would tell the barista to make a heart with the steamed milk and he would act like he didn’t, and it was just fate telling us that we were a perfect couple. When I come home from a long day at work I’d go into the bathroom to find a bubble bath made and tons of candles lit all over the room while Tyler laid on the bed with nothing but a bath towel and a shit-eating grin on his face.  

Even so, he never got jealous. He made it a point that everyone knew that he wasn’t the jealous type. So now that I’ve caught him being exactly what he’s tried so hard to prove he’s not, I’m a little excited. Ian looked back and forth from me to the kitchen.

“So I take it that’s your boyfriend?”

But I was already making my way into the kitchen where Tyler was angrily shoving pepperonis onto the pizza that Bella was previously working on. I tried to force down the smile that wanted to appear as I wrapped my arms around his torso and pressed a kiss between his shoulder blades. He tensed up at first but quickly relaxed and leaned into my embrace.

“Those poor pepperonis didn’t do anything to you, you should go easy on them. You sometimes forget your ability to intimidate with a simple look.”

“How do I know those pepperonis aren’t planning on doing something to me?” I almost snorted at the fact that we were using pepperonis to symbolize this situation. Despite the somewhat seriousness of it, I couldn’t help but snicker.

“Well one of those pepperonis is engaged and the other one is gayer than my uncle Frank.” I ran my hands up his sides so that I could cup my hands on his shoulders. “And this pepperoni is taken, so there’s no need to be jealous.”

He suddenly flipped us so that he was pinning me against the counter. His face was hard and his jaw was clenched, which made it incredibly hard to resist the urge to run my finger along his jawline.

“I wasn’t jealous.”

“Mhm. Sure you weren’t, babe. Don’t worry, I was kind of cute.”

He bent down and wrapped his arms around my waist, easily lifting me up and setting me on the counter, making sure to move the pizza first. A small squeak of surprise left my lips but I was cut off by Tyler once again pressing his lips to my own, this time more forcefully. His hands reached up the cup the back of my head and I wrapped my legs around his waist. His hands tangled through my hair and a small groan escaped my lips when he tugged at the hairs at the nape of my neck.

“Um, guys? Please tell me you’re not making out on top of that pizza that I slaved over.” We pulled apart and I felt the blood rush to my cheeks but Tyler only grunted and lifted me up. He put a hand on the back of my thigh to keep me up and began to walk up the stairs. I sent an embarrassed look to Bella but she was too busy silently laughing to acknowledge my distress, bent over with her hands holding her stomach.

Reaction (EXO): Their s/o being shy

Lay: *finds your shyness adorable af; he would love seeing you shy so he would make you feel like this on purpose; * “my little Y/N is shy again? Teach me how to be this cute!“ 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Chen: *a little bit of teasing but he would find your shyness somehow attractive and hot? Yeah, he would love it* “I have to be really great and handsome boy. I’m making shy my own gf/bf. I’m just joking, babe. I love you" 

Originally posted by rxxbinc


Xiumin: *trying to make you speak because this boy won’t be that comfortable in silance; he would be the one who talks most of the time but even your short answers would make him happy* "I know that you’re shy but maybe you would like to tell me how your day is going and talk a little bit with me?" 

Originally posted by xiundeer


Suho: *he’s this type of a guy which would find his gf/bf perfect in every way; maybe a little bit irritated when it comes to make a serious decision and you’re too shy to say anything but he won’t be mad at you because he loves you all the way you are* "Aigoooo. I didn’t make any move toward you yet and you’re already running away. Cutie~" 

Originally posted by ethereal-baek


Sehun: *he would tease you, teasing you’ll be his new hobby. Everytime when you would act shy over something, Sehun would pull you to do this so he he can make laugh at you* "c'mon go and order. It’s only a coffee, it won’t bite you" 

Originally posted by sebaeked


Kai: *watching your reactions would be cute for him; he would be admiring you and complementing all the time so you would be more shy and he would be staring at you even more* "Look at you! You’re acting shy again! I swear you’re cutter than kittens" 

Originally posted by fy-kimkai


Chanyeol: *he doesn’t think that being shy is a bad thing but he would try to make you a little bit more outgoing* "Talking to Kyungsoo will be a level hard so let’s start with Baekhyun. Go and talk with him or we’re going straight to Soo" 

Originally posted by porkdo-bi


Baekhyun: "Jagiyaaa. I have the cutest gf/bf in the world!!” *thinks that you’re super cutie; sometimes laughs at your reactions; maybe even imitates you to show you how cute you look*

Originally posted by iyeolie


Kyungsoo: *probably you two won’t talk too much with each other; perfect match; you can understand each other without any words*“ We’re kind of soulmates, don’t you think? It’s amazing how we can enjoy spending time together even in total silence" 


Originally posted by smileysoo

~AdminE 

SKIN CARE TIPS:

long post ahead but please read

Okay I know acne can literally ruin one’s self esteem, and I know how difficult it is to get rid of them, but it sure is possible so listen up:
*I know you all have different skin types so I pretty much only mentioned shit that works on all.
Okay idk where to start so imma make some shitty intro like Acne Is Mostly Caused By Stress, Hormones, Or Poor Hygiene, and then I’ll go straight to my point.
•••Whatever the cause is, it’s fixable. If it is poor hygiene which I doubt, then all you gotta do is start washing your face or some shit. If it’s hormones you pretty much can’t stop those outbreaks but you can fix them when they happen. And if it’s stress you gotta start doing some anti-stress shit like working out or taking long baths or writing or drawing or whatever that’ll calm you down.
Now, this so far wasn’t exactly helpful so I should probably move on.
Here are some tips and products you should use:
1. So many people will tell you that essential oils do wonders. Don’t trust them, those oils probably won’t improve your skin, they can only cause contact dermatitis and that’s certainly not something you wanna experience. Coconut and olive oils are fine tho, but only if you have dry skin.
2. La Roche-Posay effeclar collection!!! It truly does wonders and you can probably find it in any pharmacy!!! It is kinda expensive but it’s worth it I swear. And!! It’s hypo-allergenic.
3. Ok this is so gonna sound lame but DRINK WATER!!!! Your skin will thank you for that!
4. Face masks are fine but make sure they suit your skin type, otherwise they’ll fuck you up. I honestly love Nivea. And do not trust Sephora with your face masks. Also, those pinterest DIY masks are not to be trusted, but if you really wanna make your own mask use honey and yoghurt. And egg whites. Cinnamon is fine but it can literally burn your skin so be careful with it. Same with lemon and baking soda. I once made a DIY Cinnamon-Lemon-Yoghurt-Oats mask and my skin was red for hours.
5. Azelaic acid based gels and creams!!!! They will literally fix your skin so fast, I had a friend with the worst acne ever and I gave her one of those creams and her skin was literally perfect after using it for a month. And for all I know those aren’t expensive at all, tho you might need a prescription but I’m not sure.
6. If you have oily skin you literally gotta wash it everytime you feel it’s getting oily. Which means at least 3-4 times a day.
7. Many people say that if you want clear skin you gotta stop wearing makeup, but it’s not true. You just gotta find products that suit you; when it comes to foundations I personally prefer MaxFactor bc it’s really good and even my really sensitive skin approves it!! So, makeup is fine just make sure you find the right products.
8. EXFOLIATE!! It’s hella important. I prefer Uriage Hyséac exfoliating mask thing idk you can use it as a mask or as an exfoliant but for all I know it’s pretty expensive. Honey and sugar DIY exfoliators work just as fine.
9. Sleep is important for all I’ve heard.
10. WEAR SUNSCREEN. My personal favorites are Avene, La roche-posay, Vichy and Bioderma; all spf 50+.
11. If you put anything acid-ish or chemicalpeeling-ish do not expose your skin directly to sunlight.
12. Clindamycin solution!!! Saved my ass a few years ago but I’m not sure if you can get it w/out prescription.
13. Also, if you get stressed out, your cortisol will do anything to cause you some acne so make sure you wash your face after every stressful situation ever.
14. If none of this helps you, go get a prescription for azithromycin. It’ll probably help.
If you have any questions feel free to dm me.
Also, I did not make this shit up.
PS I’m too lazy to proof-read this so I’m sorry for bad grammar or spelling or whatever. Ly all xx

Edit: Also, those pinterest tips for getting rid of pimples overnight using toothpaste, vinegar, rubbing alcohol, baking soda or whatever are shit, don’t do that, it might possibly help but at what cost??????? It’s just bad for your skin okay?
Edit 2: Also, if you’re using sugar as an exfoliant please exfoliate gently, for it can fuck you up if you over-do it.
Reaction to Your Group Members Picking on You. . .

Anonymous said: i have a request eonni!! one where you are the maknae of your group and you get picked on and your group members say things like “ahhh shes such a baby!” or something like that pls. and can it be for got7?? thank you eonni! fighting! also if it wasnt in anonymous, could you make sure i am? thanks!

Reaction to Your Group Members Picking on You…

A/N aww this is cute~ i’m guessing its a joking picking on? if not please tell me and i’ll change it to your liking. and you weren’t in anonymous, but i got you babe. enjoy!

Kai Eonni ~


Jaebum…

He would find this endearing. He wouldn’t be able to hide the smile your cute bickering between you and your other members brought upon his lips. However, every time you would look over at him, he would try to quickly hide his smile and avoid eye contact. Feeling bad that this is making him laugh, but enjoying it too much to cut in. Later he would apologize, trying to get you to forgive him for laughing, offering kisses, cuddles and hugs.

Originally posted by got7europe


Jackson…

He would make sure that it doesn’t go too far, and as long as you were okay with it he would be okay with it. However, he would keep an eye on you and your smile to make sure that it’s a genuine smile and is never once forced. His protective side kicking in as he keeps an arm around you, keeping you close and putting in little comments once in a while like, “You’re perfect Jagi.” or “I love your baby face Jagi, it’s cute. Okay?” Making sure that you’re okay with sweet comments.

Originally posted by jiaerrs


Jinyoung…

He would keep track of things your other members are poking fun at you about and use them later on. He would find this as a good chance to find other things to get you flustered about, and this would officially make this day one of the better ones that he has had. When you would whine to him about laughing at you for being called a baby he would be like, “Aww come here, I’m sorry, are you sad? Don’t be sad… Baby~” A mocking tone coating each and every one of his words.

Originally posted by jypnior


Mark…

He would try so hard, like, genuinely trying to hold his laughter in, like I’m serious, he would try really hard, but, he wouldn’t last more than about ten seconds until his adorable laughter spread throughout the room. It wouldn’t just be any laugh though, it would be that hard laugh you have when something hilarious happens, when your stomach tenses up to the point of a cramp and your eyes water. This would be pure gold for Mark  and he would let everyone in the room know. Later he would apologize, or at least try to, but he would end up laughing all over again.

Originally posted by ggot7


Youngjae…

He would be a little unsure whether he should laugh or come to your rescue? So he would be sitting there with an unsure smile, his eyes darting from you to your older members. Afterwards when you two are leaving your dorm, he would wrap an arm around you and ask softly if you’re okay. When you smile and laugh saying, “Ah, that? Yeah, they like to pick on me, but it’s like if we were siblings or something, it’s not serious.” He would feel this relief leave his shoulders and would smile genuinely now, kissing the top of your head. “You were getting so flustered, it was so cute that it was hard for me not to smile. I’m so lucky to have such a cute Jagiya.”

Originally posted by kookihyunnie


BamBam…

BamBam would jump at the opportunity to pick on you as well, loving the view of your flustered features, finding it irresistibly cute. He would, like Jinyoung, keep a mental note of jokes that your members say so that he could use them later on when he’s bored and wants to see your flustered again. Though he would always make sure to make it up to you with kisses and cuddles afterwards to remind you how much he adores you.

Originally posted by gyeomjjang


Yugyeom…

Omgggg, this would be a free-for-all, except it would be for Yugyeom. He would take videos, laugh hysterically, pick on you with your members, and would mock you. This would be Yugyeom World right here. He would replay those videos while you two are snuggling, laughing at them every time. He would bring up the memories at the most random of moments. You two would be picking out crêpes at a breakfast restaurant and he would just look over at you like, “Hey, Jagi, remember that time…”

Originally posted by chattyang

anonymous asked:

Can u do like nesta leaves with vassa to fight the Queens and doesn't tell Cassian and comes back after months

Originally posted by trappixi

125 days.

It had been 125 days since she disappeared.

125 days since Cassian woke up to find the other side of the bed empty, when just the night before she was there.

125 days since Cassian woke up, climbed out of his bed alone, and found a letter folded neatly on the dresser.

125 days since he read the words she had written in perfect cursive.  

Cassian,

I will never regret what took place last night, but I can’t. Not yet. I don’t know who I am yet. I can’t love you when I don’t…..love myself. I need time. I need space. I need to prove to myself that I am worth it. That I am worth something.

I don’t expect you to wait for me. I wish you the best.

I will always cherish last night. I will never forget the feeling of your lips against my skin….

I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy.

Nesta

It still sat on his dresser. He had read it every morning, for the last 125 days. Some mornings, it pissed him off to the point where he took to the skies, only to blow off steam. 

He would never forget, either - the feeling of his lips against her skin, against her mouth. He would never forget the tears that slid down her cheek when Cassian admitted that he loved her, and she admitted that she loved him. He would never forget seeing Nesta Archeron smile - truly, honestly smile. 

125 days had passed.

Cassian woke up, read Nesta’s letter, and took to the skies. It was raining, which is how he preferred it when he was trying to blow off steam. If Nesta had to take time to herself, he respected that.

He only wished she would have said a proper goodbye. He only wished she would have told him where she was going.

He needed to know she was safe.

He needed to know when he would see her again.

125 days, to an immortal, was nothing. At least it used to be nothing. Yet, the last 125 days had Cassian on the edge of his seat. Every day had his mind racing, his heart pounding, worry causing aches and pains in parts of his body he had forgotten could feel.

Cassian flew with his chest bare and his hair hanging limply, the rain causing the strands to get stuck against his cheeks, and his neck. The rain was painful, the frigid drops crashing into him at a hectic speed. 

He flew around the city twice before landing on the roof of the House of Wind. He took in the view before he caught her scent, and when he spun around, his breath caught.

125 days, and Nesta Archeron was a new woman.

She stood, with her chin held high, unflinching, although she was standing under a heavy rainfall. There was no gown, but a tunic and fitted pants, instead, with knee-high boots and a heavy cloak.

The dullness in her gray-blue eyes had brightened, the lines that had hardened her features seemingly disappeared.

She didn’t say anything - she only watched, waiting to see how he was going to react.

Cassian simply took a step forward, then another, and another, until he was standing in front of her. Slender hands reached up to rest gently against his wet chest, sending warmth through his body.

“You didn’t tell me where you were going,” he said, at last.

“I didn’t tell anyone.” Her voice was no longer hard. It was calm, gentle.

The two stared at one another. There were too many words to be spoken after 125 days.

“Are you safe?”

“Do I look safe?” an eyebrow rose.

Cassian nodded. She did look safe - healthier, even.

“I have a lot to tell you,” she said, then, taking yet another step closer to the male. “I thought of you every day.”

Cassian shook his head, unable to take his eyes away from hers. 

Then, he kissed her. His lips pressed softly against hers as he pulled her body against his. 

It had been 125 days since he woke up alone, after the first night they had spent together, as one.

He had a lot of questions. 

But he wouldn’t ask them, not yet. He would get mad later. Later, he would try his best to understand. Later, he would get the answers he had been longing for, for so long.

But first, he wouldn’t say anything at all.

It had been 125 days since he’d last kissed her, and that was far too long.