it's not close to anything that i wanted

no offense but i really need more rp partners who are my friends like..  dont get me wrong i love all ships nd stuff but its always better when you’re friends with the person anD I want a friend who i can join rps with and have multiple ships with and be clingy w/ and try out new rp things with (for instance fl/rp or indies) and !! i just want a rp partner i can send memes (actual memes , not ask memes but ask memes are great too) to and just become close w/ and have the best greatest ships and i’m rambling but i want a tumblr friend who i can spam w/ stuff about our muses ( or smth ) or just spam w/ anything !! like !! i just want friends where we can play lame games 2gether and watch movies and have a hella emotional and cute plot at the same time i and i want ships where i can send ask memes !! and make moodboards nd cute playlists and other stuff and we can have tons of cute ships and- ,,, wow okay , i got carried away so my grammar in this post is bad but .. come b my friend or ,, just plot idc

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I discovered fandom in 2001, and fell down the rabbit hole. I landed hard. My life got busy in 2002 onwards, and I all but vanished from fannish life. I was well and truly out by the summer of 2010, but when a friend nudged me to watch this new show called Sherlock that had just aired, I did. I loved it. 

I loved the relationship between Sherlock and John. I loved what they’d done with Watson! He had depths! He was a man of action, but he was obviously made of coiled, unspoken emotion! So compelling, so many possibilities! The desire to dip into this nascent fandom was rearing its head. This time around, I knew what choice lay before me, and what its consequences were. Open that door, or not?

If it hadn’t been for the fact that I was one year post cancer treatment and facing another surgery to determine if I had a new round of treatment to endure, I think I would have closed that door. Fandom takes up a lot of time and energy. It can be deliriously fun and damagingly distracting at the same time. I had a surgery date. I wanted to be distracted. I opened the door.

I tried not to write anything. I love writing fanfiction, but I never plan to do it. When I write, it’s because I have to. It’s wonderful, but it consumes me completely, and who has times for that? Who choses to be so consumed?I read and read, I had my surgery, I read some more, I got good news regarding my health (yay!), and then, goddammit, I wrote something.

Something small, I thought that would be okay. I thought I could get away with it. Don’t write any novels this time. Just a little thing. Just scratch the itch.

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes is a novel-length story written by someone who was trying very hard to avoid writing a novel-length story. I was in denial about it being a novel-length story for the first half of it, easily. That damn story forced me to do something I’d decided never to do again, and I’m grateful for that.

I wrote it because I felt compelled to, even though it contains a characterization of Sherlock that few if any people wanted to read about. It’s in first person present tense, another decision few if any readers want a writer to make. I apologized for it a lot, but I had to write it. And I loved it. That story reminded me how much I love writing, and how happy writing makes me, and that’s not something I’ll soon forget again.

The voice in that story is so sticky that half the comments left on it are in the same voice. I had to work myself up to write in that voice every time I sat down to work on it, and I was never sure whether I was getting it consistently or not, even right up to the end. But afterwards it took me fully 6 months to stop writing in that damn voice.

Honestly, I have no idea why my difficult, weird, inappropriate on many levels attempt at a story, written after only 3 aired episodes of a show in 2010-11, received its 10,000th kudos today. That’s a variety of madness and kindness that I cannot explain. But I am grateful for it.

Thank you for being here when I needed you. Thank you for finding a place for a story that no one, including me, really wanted. Thank you.

AFTERCARE WITH DOM EXO

Minseok:

★praisssee
★'i hope you know daddy is very proud of your performance tonight’
★takes a while to get out of his dom mood
★but when he’s back to himself prepare for kisses all over your face
★pulls you as close as possible to him to help you fall alseep
★will sing to you if you asked


Junmyeon:
★is daddy always
★'do you want anything, baby?’
★'tell daddy, he can get it’
★'i want spring rolls but its 4 am’
★'you want spring rolls, you’ll have spring rolls’
★will dress you in luxury pyjamas to hang out in after if you don’t fall asleep right away


Yixing:

★CAN YOU SPELL ANGEL?
★y i x in g
★goes from daddy to precious bun in 0.00001 seconds
★needs to know you’re alright
★and that you enjoyed it
★probs won’t offer to get you dressed
★my boy sleeps nude
★needs skin contact
★will pout if you don’t let him shower you in kisses


Baekhyun:

★snaps back to his bubbly self instantly
★will help you clean up then change you into pyjamas
★they’re probably fluffy
★wraps you up in the covers and cuddle you against him
★will death grip you if you try moving
★has a playlist of videos to show you post-sex
★most of them feature dogs
★makes plans to buy you 50 dogs for you


Jongdae:

★giggles everywhere
★you’ll be basking in each others aura and he’ll just turn to a giggling mess.
★'what?’
★'you look really cute when you cum’
★if you got embarrassed, he’d curl into you and stroke his fingers over your stomach
★'i love you’ gets repeated alot


Chanyeol:

★doesn’t shut the fuck up
★his long limbs will trap you and hold you against him
★hums to you as he strokes your hair
★needs you to tell him how good he was
★'but you felt good, right, jagi?’
★'yes chanyeol’
★'but really really good?’
★ ‘yes chanyeol’
★'okay good i love you’

★five minutes later

★'i make a really good dom, don’t i?’
★'yes chanyeol’
★'i made you scream’
★'i KNOW’

★will wait for you to sleep before he does


Kyungsoo:

★baby boy needs a few moments to calm down
★like don’t touch him right after
★but when he’s back to himself, cuddle the fuck outta him
★he needs to be the one that’s cuddled
★'it was amazing’
★'i wasn’t too rough?’
★'it was perfect’
★'good’
★enjoys listening to your heartbeat as it calms
★'are you hungry? i can cook you something to get your energy back’


Jongin:

★he has all the heart eyes for you
★pushes your hair from your sweaty head then nuzzled down into your neck until your breathing is stable
★ the change from kai to jongin amazes you every time
★like how can the man that’s just put on a performance like that be the same as this cute beam that’s cutely kissing your neck
★once you had both calmed down, he’d roll next to you and cuddle you close.
★you’d both just lay in silence, sharing glances and giggles now and then


Sehun:

★stays inside of you after you’ve both cum
★his eyes won’t leave the blissful contorts of your face
★'you look beautiful’
★don’t argue with him on this
★it’ll send him in a speech that could last hours
★likes laying on his side to watch each of your moves

anonymous asked:

Hili :) Can you write andreil 81 for the prompts please? Thank you <3

81: “You’re too good for this world.” okay…. I technically didn’t do this exact prompt, I took off the last word, I hope this suffices my friend, bc it’s actually:

“You’re too good for this.”


The problem with living in a fortress of knives and anonymity is that Neil can’t find him in it. And the problem with that is that a treacherous part of Andrew wants to be found, and touched, and dismantled blade by blade.

The problem with knives is that they won’t stop terrifying Neil, but they won’t stop feeling sure and righteous in Andrew’s palm.

The problem is Neil, a taste Andrew can’t completely swallow.

He puts Renee’s knives in Neil’s safe and Neil says all sorts of sticky emotional things like they’re taking part in some sort of ceremony. Andrew clicks the lock and climbs on top of Neil so he’ll stop thinking, pocketing his ‘yes’ as he goes.

It’s not just that he does what Neil asks, anymore. He tries to do things for him before he can ask for them. He tries to make things happen that he knows Neil doesn’t have words for.

He keeps one knife for himself, and he knows Neil knows about it, because he hands Andrew his armbands some mornings, and the weight is there in his palms.

Sometimes, that weight is the only way to get through the day without his head and throat pounding.

Sometimes Neil jerks awake and thrusts his hand under the pillow, and Andrew has to pry his wrists away. Neil knows protection, so he understands the slim line of a blade at his forearm is to Andrew what Andrew is to Neil.

But Andrew can tell that it bothers him, to have a knife buried in something that matters to him. He sees wintery metal in the shade of Neil’s eyes, and Andrew knows he’s condemning him to a future that looks like his past.

Still, the knife is just a talisman. Andrew is the weapon.

Before an afternoon practice sometime in the middle of the rush towards winter, Jack is the target.

They get to the court early because Neil only has morning classes. He’s always antsy by the time Andrew gets back to the dorm, insufferable and single-minded.

Andrew parks, Neil enters the code to the side door, their runners squeak against the sleek hall floors, and they split up at the locker room. Rinse and repeat. So many times a week that Andrew would feel the monotony in his teeth if it weren’t for Neil darting into side rooms or slipping on floor wax or doubling back to run in the rain, unpredictable as a lightning bolt.

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Mashima Hiro interview by WebNewtype (2/5/17)

Quick translation so that I can get this up before the movie airs. Please correct me if you spot any errors.

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You not only drew the key visual and designed original characters for Fairy Tail Dragon Cry, but also worked on a storyboard close to 200 pages in length. What made you so involved in the production of the movie?

All I did was to start drawing after the request came (laugh). The request to make a movie came in just when the manga was entering its final part, and I had many ideas floating around in my head. Nothing would begin if no one does anything, and I wanted to give my best since I was asked to be involved in it.

When did talk about writing an original storyboard start?

There was interest expressed in making another movie right after the first movie (Fairy Tail the Movie: Phoenix Priestess) was released. I was also interested, and since I had amassed many ideas that I was not able to use in the manga, I tried to come up with a story leading to a new climax. I was hoping that the release of the movie could coincide with the climax of the manga, even though I did not specifically aim for it to happen.

When the PV of the movie was released, there was also a comment posted of you saying “I want to make a movie that is focused on entertainment.” Which parts of the movie contribute to that?

I came up with the story of Phoenix Priestess while thinking “I want to make all the fans cry”. However, Dragon Cry turned out to be a simple story with its highlight being the intense battles and flashy action scenes. I thought that it would be nice to make a movie that the audience can enjoy without having to think too much while watching. I also drew the key visual, and I wanted the scene where half of Natsu’s body is dragonized to be the focus.

You also commented that there are surprises in the movie.

A certain character’s past, which has not been touched on in the manga, is revealed in the movie. Please watch attentively “to the end”! In addition, there are various references made in the movie, even though many of them have unfortunately been cut… You can see what has been cut by comparing the movie with the original storyboard. The storyboard is merely a draft, and it’s embarrassing to show it to everyone.

I’ve seen both the original storyboard and the film, and I feel that the original characters Swan, Doll and Gapri are even more charming in the movie as compared to the original draft.

I made additional suggestions after submitting the original storyboard, and also received suggestions from the anime staff. There were many parts of the movie which were touched up after we integrated our ideas. Of the 3 characters mentioned, Swan became an especially good character after that. I have yet to watch the completed film, but I think that it’s an enjoyable movie.

We can also see new settings that have yet to appear in the manga.

Most of these, including the “surprise” that I’ve mentioned earlier, are things that wouldn’t be included in the manga and drawn only for the movie. In that sense, the movie complements the manga and I hope everyone will enjoy it.

You have also worked on the storyboard for the original animation DVDs (OAD) that were bundled with the manga volumes. Were there aspects of that experience that you made use of when you worked on the original storyboard for this movie?

The original storyboard is also a draft proposal, drawn with the expectation that the anime staff would adjust its contents accordingly. I drew it with the same feeling as I would draw the manga. However, doing the anime storyboard was difficult, and I had a tough time! I drew it while timing the seconds with a stopwatch in one hand, and also repeatedly grappled with trying to understand terms that I had just learned while working on it.

You handled the writing of the original storyboard in a similar manner as the manga.

When it comes to the weekly serialization of the manga, there have been times when I was absolutely stuck and and just decided that “I’ll just drag things on till the next chapter for now, and wager on myself (when I work on the chapter for) next week!” (laugh). That wouldn’t work when it comes to the draft of the anime, and I made sure that I handled the story composition and development properly, recalling the days when I was still a rookie.

Please tell us about yourself as well. What are the kinds of things that interest or appeal to you when you come into contact with a piece of work?

I think a good piece of work is one that surprises the audience, and I tend to like those that contain an unexpected twist right at the end. I keep in mind the joy of trying to surprise my readers when I am drawing as well. When I’m developing my story, I don’t foreshadow one event after another, but instead often adopt a pattern where I’ll add in some foreshadowing at parts that I can potentially expand on, and revise it when I expand on the event subsequently. I’ve become good at this since I’ve been doing it for a long time, but there have also been times when sharp readers have pointed out something that had been retconned. I want to work towards being able to draw my manga in such a way that nothing appears to be retconned even if I had revised something retrospectively. RAVE was my debut manga, and I drew it with all the developments firmly set in place. However, serialization of Fairy Tail began with me casually deciding that the story is more or less about wizards going on jobs. It was fun coming up with stories about the various situations they encounter, and I think this style is one that suits me.

Two chapters of Fairy Tail will be concurrently released on 26 April in the combined issue 21.22 of Weekly Shonen Magazine. You are known as someone who works quickly; What is the secret behind that?

I’m not fast at all! It just appears to be that way! I’m happy that people think that way, but my pace of work cannot be considered fast if you were to leap in and see the manga circle from the inside. I have to accelerate my schedule little by little many months before so that I can stock up, and only release 2 chapters at one go when I have a surplus of one full chapter of content. I don’t draw 2 chapters worth of content all of a sudden (laugh).

You also post illustrations of Fairy Tail on Twitter even though you’re busy.

I started it as a form of fan service, and also partly as a hobby because it was a fun. I’m also glad that I get to personally experience the support of many foreign fans through the replies I receive. I’ve heard about having foreign fans from the editorial department, but I thought that they were just paying me lip service (laugh). I worked on the manga with an awareness of the foreign market after that. For example, I try to ensure that the shape of the speech bubbles are more circular rather than elliptical so that it would be easier to fit the English-translated lines. I also take into consideration the difficulties of translation, and stopped including puns that play on the Japanese language.

Fairy Tail has been serialized for 10 years, and next year marks 20 years of your professional debut as a manga artist. Please tell us your feelings about your journey.

This 10 years passed in the blink of an eye. It feels like only so little time has passed, yet at the same time, it has already been 10 years. I was a high school student when I started seriously aiming to be a manga artist, and looking back, I think I was really lucky. I was also aided by the trend of the times. There were hardly any fantasy manga in Weekly Shonen Magazine at the time of my debut, and filling that niche has allowed me to come this far.

Lastly, please leave a message for the fans.

If you enjoyed watching Dragon Cry, that is because of the effort put in by the anime staff. Please convey your comments to them. The Fairy Tail manga is also heading towards its climax. I would be glad if you continue reading till the end!

Abandoned by Disney

(warning: very long story)

Some of you may have heard that the Disney corporation is responsible for at least one real, “live” Ghost Town.

Disney built the “Treasure Island” resort in Baker’s Bay in the Bahamas. It didn’t START as a ghost town! Disney’s cruise ships would actually stop at the resort and leave tourists there to relax in luxury.

This is a FACT. Look it up.

Disney blew $30,000,000 on the place… yes, thirty million dollars.

Then they abandoned it.

Disney blamed the shallow waters (too shallow for their ships to safely operate) and there was even blame cast on the workers, saying that since they were from the Bahamas, they were too lazy to work a regular schedule.

That’s where the factual nature of their story ends. It wasn’t because of sand, and it obviously wasn’t because “foreigners are lazy”. Both are convenient excuses.

No, I sincerely doubt those reasons were legitimate. Why don’t I buy the official story?

Because of Mowgli’s Palace.

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BTS Reaction: Them being a Professor/ Teacher and you confessing to them (Hyung Line)

Request: Could you please do the Bts Reaction of them being your professor/teacher and you confessing but with the Hyung Line, pretty please?? I loved your reaction 💕 Thank you.

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Warning: Slight smut

A/N: I got way too carried away, especially with Namjoon’s…#Notguilty


Seokjin (School nurse):

You were in the track and field and you were known as the fastest field sprinter. Today was the day where you were competing with other schools and you were already a nervous wreck. Jin was the school nurse, well known for his incredible good looks and a hot topic in the school. You were a popular patient, coming in his office with simple knee scrapes and minor feet injuries. His window is just outside the track field, giving him the perfect view of you on the tracks, preparing a round of hurdling. Jin hoped you wouldn’t get injured too badly.

The gun fired and you were set, sprinting as fast as you could. You jumped over the first hurdle with no problem and you continued until you jumped over the second one, smiling to yourself after succeeding in it to. As you jumped over the third one, Jin’s eyes widened. You felt one of your feet hit one of the hurdles, causing you to trip and land on the ground hard. Jin’s heart was racing when he saw your face twist in pain and he knew that your foot was in serious pain.

You woke up to a white ceiling in front of you and you slowly sat up and looked around and realize you were in the nurse office. You smiled when you saw Jin sitting behind his desk. You were about to get up when you felt a throbbing pain on your foot. Jin heard your wincing and he shot his head towards you holding your bandaged ankle. He quickly got up and rushed over to you. He was surprised to see tears brimming in your eyes, at first he thought it was because of the pain but it wasn’t when you started talking. “The school relied on me and now I just disappointed them…” You said and it slowly pissed Jin off. He pinned you down the bed and you let out a gasp. “You are not a failure…you never were…” He said and you just wrapped your arms around his neck and crashed your lips on his. His eyes widened but quickly closed and returned the kiss with much passion. His body slowly lowered to rest on your body.

The next day, girls started whispering at the of sight Jin. Walking down the hallway with his usual white coat but his neck covered with love bites. He saw you at one of the lockers and all he could do was send you a wink, leaving you a blushing mess.

Yoongi (Music Teacher):

It was time for the end of the year project and each of your classmates had to choose what type of project they want to do. Some want to make furniture, some wanted to do a research project. You decided you compose your own piano piece, hoping to also impress the good-looking music teacher Min Yoongi. At first, he warned you it will be difficult but you never let that get to you. You slowly gotten closer to Yoongi after every private lesson you had but you slowly pushed the feelings aside.

You were alone in the music room, on the grand piano that lied in the middle of the room to finish off the final part of the piano piece. You were so concentrated in the song that you didn’t here Yoongi coming in. As he entered, a smile graced on his face as he saw you playing the piano passionately. He leaned against the wall, watching you playing your song from behind. As you finally finished, you smiled proudly at yourself. “It sounds beautiful…” You jumped at the low voice and looked behind you to see Yoongi leaning against the wall smirking.

“It’s finally done…” You smiled and he walked over to sit next to you, and slowly played the beginning of your piece. After many private lessons, he already knew how to play your beautiful piece. You played together with him, one tone higher than he was playing, giving out a really nice harmony. As you finished, he turned to look at you and you turned to see him staring at your lips. He leaned in but stopped just inches between your lips, as if he was asking for your permission. You pressed your lips against him, the kiss starting off sweet until it became a full on make out session. You felt his hand slowly sliding from your neck to your inner tighs, slowly caressing it.

“Let’s continue this at my place shall we…?

Hoseok (Dance Teacher):

The dance festival is soon coming up and it is popular for young individuals to show off their dance moves. Hoseok, who was your dance teacher, expected a lot from your group and you were training from morning to late evening. You were slowly getting frustrated at a certain step that you couldn’t get and it was slowly getting late. “Alright guys, you did a great job. Let’s continue tomorrow morning.” Everyone just took their bags and left but you just collapsed on the floor and groan in frustration.

Hoseok was wiping is sweat off with a towel when he heard groaning in the room and placed the towel down to see your body on the floor panting and covered in sweat. The sight for Hoseok was…tempting. He gulped and walked over to you. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” You looked up to see Hoseok looking down and you slowly started to blush. “Oh…um…there is a certain step in the dance that I can’t seem to get.” You said with a frown. Hoseok stretched his arm for you to grab and you gladly grabbed it. “Come on, I can fix that.” He said with a smile.

After a half an hour of working on that specific step, you smiled to yourself when you finally got it right. “Thank you so much Mr. Jeon…” You said and he just smiled in reply. He slowly walked over to you and he was so close that you could feel heat coming from his body. “You have a strong personality Y/N…and I admire that…” You looked up to see his face so close to you, if you leaned a little closer you could just kiss him on the spot. “You confuse me sometimes…” You whispered and Hoseok tilted his head in confusion. “How?” He asked. “Everything you do just makes it difficult to not like you.” You confessed and it took time for Hoseok to understood what you said before crashing his lips on yours. You were shocked at first but you went for it anyways, your hands going up to grab his hair. Hoseok’s hands went to the back of your thighs, wanting you to jump up to wrap your legs around his face and you did. He slowly walked to the mirror until you feel the cool mirror pressing against your back.

He was kissing your neck when he said something that made you all hot and bothered.

“Tell me Y/N. How do you feel about doing it here in a room filled with mirrors?”

Namjoon (School Librarian):

Usually when people mention a school librarian, they normally think about an old grumpy ladies always scolding you for bring in books one day late. But the librarian you had was young, and very good looking, always sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up on the table and reading a book. You’ve always came to the library for new arrivals, even before Namjoon came to work at the library. Namjoon has seen your presence in the library before and he couldn’t help but think you were beautiful. He was always in his usual reading position, but when you came in, his eyes would leave the page and glance at you.

It was a normal school day and the day new books were coming in the library. You walked over to the new arrival section with a smile but you soon frowned to see the book you were excited to read missing. You turned to see Namjoon in his reading position and you gulped. If you want to know what happened with the book, that meant you had to talk to him.

You slowly walked to him and his nose was still in the book until you cleared your throat and Namjoon looked at you and got so surprise that he almost dropped the book. You looked at the book and realized he was the one reading the book you were looking for. You shook your head and gave him and apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, nevermind…” You were about to walk away when Namjoon quickly got up and grabbed your wrist. “No! tell me what it is?” It was the first time he was talking to you, and he really wanted to engage a conversation. “It’s just…I was looking for the new book that just came here but you were reading it so it’s fine…” You said with a smile and Namjoon quickly let go of your wrist and gave you the book. “Please take it…” “Are you sure…?” He nodded and you thanked him. “Is there anything else you need?” He didn’t want to stop talking to you. “Yeah, im looking for a book about marine biology, its for a biology project.” “I know where it is.” He said before walking off to a certain section and you just followed close behind.

You saw him reach out two books that was lying on the top shelf, which gave you the time to admire his perfect body proportion. “Here” You shook your head and blushed at the thought. “Ah~thank you.” “Are you okay? Your face is pretty red…” He said as he leaned closer to place his large hands on your cheek. You just quickly took the opportunity and pressed your lips against his, his eyes widening but quickly returned the kiss. His hand fell to you ass and squeezed it, a small moan left your lips  and you were thankful there were no people at the section. The light moan made Namjoon seeze the opportunity to use his tongue to fight his dominance against the kiss.

“Finally” He whipered.

I know it’s a pic but damn those arms *^*

Little Fireheart. (Rowaelin Oneshot)

Creak.

Rowan’s eyes shot open.

He glanced at his wife, her breathing steady and quiet, her body outlined by the light of the moon. Rowan had been away with Aedion for the last week, overseeing Terrasen’s new recruits, and he had spent hours making it up to Aelin earlier that evening. Considering how often she moaned his name, and the marks on his back from her nails, he figured he was forgiven.

With a smile, he pulled up the thin, white blanket to her bare shoulders, and kissed her forehead gently. “I love you, Fireheart.”

As he stood, he swore he heard her mumble Buzzard, but when he looked back, eyebrows raised, she was still sound asleep. He pulled on his pants with a chuckle and grabbed a blanket from the chair by the fireplace on his way out the door.

The creaking of the stairs had stopped, and the pitter-patter of small feet were now heavy on the main floor. Wrapping the blanket around his broad shoulders, Rowan silently took the stairs two at a time.

He found her by the window, watching the city-goers walk by their private residence under the streetlights. She had her chin perched on her knees and her arms wrapped around her legs as she sat on the window sill, her golden hair a mess and her pajamas rumpled. She was clinging to her white-fur blanket, the one she was given by Gavriel the day she was born.

He leaned against the door frame, watching her, admiringly. He thought back to the first time he held her in his arms, bundled in that same blanket, when terror and love and utter joy flooded him. He remembered looking into the eyes of his firstborn, his daughter, and knowing he was in trouble. She had put him through hell since the day she’d been born, and she was only four. There was a lot more hell to go.

And he loved every minute of it.

“Didn’t your mother tell you to stay in bed?”

The small figure jumped at her father’s voice, her cheeks turning pink as she turned to face him. “Maybe….”

The silver-haired fae crossed his arms as he tried not to smile, and failed. “Ana.”

When her lip began to wobble, he ran to her side and pulled her into his arms. Once her small arms had wrapped around his neck, and her head was lying on his shoulder, he sighed.

“Are you mad, daddy?” she asked.

Rowan sat down on the cushioned couch that sat in front of the fireplace and wrapped his blanket around his daughter. “No, why would I be mad?”

“Mommy gets mad when I get out of bed,” she said, matter-of-factly.

He laughed. “Mommy doesn’t get mad. She just wants you to get a good night’s rest, that’s all. So you can grow big and strong.”

“Does mommy get mad at you when you get out of bed?”

He pulled back and looked into those curious, pine-green eyes. It was the only trait she’d gotten from him. “Yes. So, don’t tell her I was out of my bed, and I won’t tell her you were out of yours. Deal?”

She held up her pinkie in answer, and Rowan wrapped his around hers.

“Deal,” she giggled, and fell into his chest.

“Why can’t you sleep?” he asked her, after a minute. “It is late.”

“I thought you were on my side,” her high-pitched voice was highly offended.

He held up his hands in defense.

The little girl sighed. “Uncle Aedion told me a scary story. Aunt Lysy got mad at him, but he thought it was funny.”

Aedion and Lysandra had taken Aliana to the square earlier that afternoon for lunch, and to find a dress for Friday’s gathering. Apparently, Aedion liked to add his own fun to the agenda.

“Scary story?” he brushed her hair back behind her ear. “About what?”

“About snow leopards.”

“Snow leopards?”

“Yeah, about how they eat little girls with-with blonde hair.”

Rowan made a mental note to kick Aedion’s ass tomorrow when they met for their early morning workout. “Uncle Aedion was just joking, Ana.”

She frowned. “Well, he’s not very funny.”

The corner of Rowan’s lips tugged upward as the little girl in his lap yawned.

“Go to sleep, Ana,” he kissed the top of her head. “I love you.”

“Will you stay?” she asked, pine-green eyes growing wide.

“Of course,” he promised, pulling her tighter against his chest.

Another yawn escaped. “Love you, too, daddy.”

They sat there, just the two of them, in silence as he patted her back, giving her the comfort that only he could.

“Daddy?”

“Hmm?” he asked, realizing he was dozing off.

“Can I be a bird like you?”

It took him a moment to realize she was talking about shape-shifting, and the thought made him laugh, breathily. “You can be anything you want to be, my Little Fireheart.”

But, when he didn’t get a reply, and he looked down at the four-year-old cradled in his arms, her eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady.

A small flame rose, and grew, from within the fireplace.

Rowan glanced toward the door frame and gave its occupant a soft grin. He whispered, “I thought I wore you out.”

She rolled her eyes, but there was humor there, and love. “I came to see why I was the only one in bed.”

He held out his free arm, and before he could take another breath, she was there, lying her head against his shoulder and taking her daughter’s feet into her lap.

“She’s getting so big,” she sighed. “I don’t understand why she thinks I’d be mad to find her downstairs. Remind me to kick Aedion’s ass, by the way.”

Rowan chuckled. “I’d be scared of you, too, Majesty.” Aelin stuck her tongue out at her husband. With a smirk, he continued, “How long were you standing there?”

“Long enough to come to the conclusion that you two must keep a lot of secrets from me,” she narrowed her eyes as if to say liars.

He shrugged. “A pinkie swear cannot be broken.”

She nudged him in the ribs, then continued to rub his chest with her finger in lazy circles to the sound of his quiet laughter.

“She’s perfect,” Aelin whispered, as Rowan’s eyes closed. “I still think that, every day, just how perfect she is. She reminds me of you.”

“She’s just like her mother,” Rowan whispered, back. “Yes, she is perfect. And beautiful. And kind. And smart.”

As he opened his eyes, he caught the tear that had fallen down his wife’s cheek.

“There was a time when I didn’t think I would ever have this life,” she whispered. “There was a time when I dreamt of this life, with you. Sometimes, it feels like a dream after all that we’ve endured.”

“I often have to remind myself that it’s not,” he kissed her head as the flames in the fireplace grew. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“To whatever end.”

“Always,” she smiled. “To whatever end.”

Aelin fell asleep a minute later, and Rowan sat there, holding them both tightly, lovingly, admiringly, until the flames turned to embers, the logs turned to ashes, and sleep consumed him.

8

“we don’t have anything we don’t know about each other. But I want to spend more time with you while being close to you, like how we are now, and for us to learn more about each other.” Hyungwon to Minhyuk | cr: catwalk

Stories

never submitted anything to a blog like this before and it’s not going to be near as good as everyone else’s but I couldn’t get rid of the idea

Back home, you used to be known for storytelling. Not the wild and unbridled force of creation that builds and destroys entire worlds in moments, that fearsome superpower – though you have that too, but that is for you and you alone thus far, and you haven’t gotten the courage to share it – but rather the ability to retell a memory in the most entertaining way possible.

People seemed to like it when you took your memories, pieces of yourself, and told them as a story. Back home they did, at least.
At school, your roommate mutters something about not sharing so much personal information as she turns her socks inside out. In the classroom – where you can never quite remember what you’ve learned, but you always leave with more stories creeping about in your mind – occasionally students listen with a gaze just a little too sharp, the feeling of more eyes than you can see on your back.

But storytelling is in your blood, it’s part of who you are, and so you tell your stories. Happy ones, funny ones, tales of adventure and mischief that you thought were mundane until you grew older. Actually, compared to Elsewhere, they are mundane.

There’s one story you haven’t told yet, one that everyone in your family pretends not to know. It’s the tale of why you came to Elsewhere, the tale of the Thing you saw as a child, that took your cousin when the two of you played in a forest, and promised to return for you. Why you decided to go to college upstate and not attend the local university. You thought you were escaping the madness. (Sometimes you see the shadows at the corner of the stairwell and hear horns on the quad at night and wonder if you leapt from the frying pan to the fire)

It’s why you twine iron wire through your curls in decorative spires and carry salt packets sewn into your clothes, and carry old things from your grandmothers that you aren’t sure will help you (but grandmothers can be so very stubborn)

You’ve started to hear things on campus. Students who disappear and come back Different, if they come back at all, or other students who make the brave but foolish journey Underhill to rescue one of their own. Everything you’ve learned since coming here suggests that asking about it is pointless, if not outright dangerous, but at the same time you can’t help wondering if they’d know anything about the Thing that took your cousin. You know that one day you’ll find one of the students who made it There and Back Again, and when you do, you’ll tell your story.

Close to autumn you find yourself in one of the thin places on campus. It was an accident, you were simply too preoccupied with an upcoming exam to notice the air turn unseasonably warm and humid, and before you know it, you’ve walked three times the length of what the hall should’ve been, and each time you find yourself back at the lockers, the air is warmer, heavier, and the ground is softer. Somehow you instinctively understand that you must keep moving. To stop here would be a grave mistake. So you keep walking, and the air feels like the breath of something huge and moist, and you’re pretty sure there’s mud squelching beneath your feet now but you really don’t want to look.

It’s when you do look that the tiles, soft as mud and unyielding as stone, swallow your feet to the ankles and you are trapped. You curse your foolishness in three different languages – two of which are fictional and one of which was invented by you. This one feels stronger, and when you say “Flames take it!” you can almost feel a spark of phantom heat by your legs – and hear something laugh in the darkness.

“You are stuck,” it says.

You demand to be set free, even as you twine a strand of iron-wrapped around your hair and clutch your necklace – from your grandmother, a tiny bottle filled with salt and mustard seeds. You’re not sure if mustard seeds have any significance or if she just liked them – and try to look anywhere but shifting, oily shadows that smell of dust and moss. You suspect that demanding anything from one of Them will be a fruitless endeavor, but you’re frightened now and the liquid tile is sucking you down further. It’s up to your knees here. It occurs to you that you might die like this, that you might disappear just like your cousin and all those other students disappeared.

“What will you give me?” It asks.

Before you can think, you answer, “A story.”

There’s a bubbling silence before It makes a hiss that sounds too pleased to mean anything good. “Yes,” It says, “A story. But I’ve heard all yours. Make it one I haven’t heard before.”

This is tricky. The wrong story could mean death, and when It says It’s heard all your stories It probably wasn’t exaggeration. You could tell It one of your original tales, the stories of pirates and dragons and giants, but those feel too personal. There is too much of you in those stories, and that is your world, with your characters. You can’t help feeling a bit protective of them.
That just leaves The Story.

So you tell It a story about two children playing in a wood. About a thing like a skinless horse with the torso of a man grafted into its back. About fleeing in terror as the Thing chased you both through the trees, and your cousin’s squeal of fright as it grabbed him, just missing you as you splashed across the shallow creek. You go into greater detail than you ever have before, telling It things you didn’t even tell your family before they called the police.
You remember the color of the Thing’s rolling eyes and glistening muscle.
You remember the way its head seemed to wobble back and forth like it was attached to the wrong body.
You remember it promising that water would not always save you.
You remember knowing that running water might be the answer, even if you don’t have the question it goes to yet.
You didn’t want to tell this story, but you can’t stop the words now no matter how hard you try.

All is silent when you finish your tale, and for a moment you fear you were talking to the air. Then, with a slurp, the tiles spit you back out again and you’re standing on solid ground.

“That is a good story,” It says, “I think I’ll keep it.” with these cryptic words and directions to simply follow the hallway, he leaves you and you find yourself running all the way to the stairwell. You thank your lucky stars that you got out none the worse for wear and you are astonished that you managed it at all.

When you tell your roommate, she is concerned. “What did you give Them in exchange for Their help?” she asks you.

“Just a story,” You answer.

Which story? You have a million.”

“It was the one about-” and you stop. Not because you never decided whether or not to tell your roommate. Not because you’re preoccupied or distracted.
No.
The words wedge in your throat, sticking to the back of your tongue, coating your tonsils like thick dust. They won’t come out. For a moment you’re afraid that you might not be able to speak at all. So you try to tell a different story, and that comes out loud and clear. But when you try to explain again that you told the story of how Something took your cousin away – presumably Underhill if not someplace worse – your tongue seems to shrivel in your mouth and the words lodge in the soft parts of your throat like little needles.

That’s a good story. I think I’ll keep it.

It isn’t your story to tell anymore. For once, words do not obey you. Your roommate sees your rising panic, sees the tears welling up in your eyes, and takes pity on you.

“Tell me a different story,” she says, “A made-up one.”

She used to scold you about telling stories all the time, so at first you don’t understand what she’s doing. Then she asks, “What story didn’t you tell?”
The rather obvious wink when she says this gives you and idea.

Words are your tools and they always have been. Until today, they have always obeyed you. You know how to make a truth sound like a lie and a lie like truth. And so you carefully craft a lie so close to the truth, using characters so close to being you and your cousin, that you are sure your roommate understands.

Forever after this, you season your stories with lies in case you must trade them, so that the truth remains yours to tell. You learn say nearly anything and keep it just close enough to fact to fool someone.

You don’t realize that you’re learning to talk like Them until you find one trapped in the snare an upperclassman set near the library, all salt and iron. It yowls like a cat and screams like a child and its three hands scrabble for purchase. It wants out, you know this.
You cock your head and say, “What will you give me if I release you?

It’s only fair, you think. A story for a story.
You’re playing a dangerous game.

[x]

[translations] 2017.03.26 NCT DREAM fansign at Jeonju fan accounts

1. Seating arrangement: Mark Renjun Chenle Jisung Jeno Haechan

2. OP: Is there anyone Chenle would like to be roommates with? (Chenle currently rooms with their manager)
Chenle: Erm.. Jisung! [_JEONG_YUNO]

3. Mark went to YouTube that morning and watched the clip of Renjun crying during NCT LIFE hahahahahaha [_merroNCTg]

4. Jisung says his hands are bigger than Mark’s, so Jisung is hyung [___19990802___]

5. OP asked Jeno what was his favorite scene from NCT Life Entertainment Relay, Jeno said,”The part of Chenle and I, when I took out all the tissues” [gocksdk]

6. OP asked if there’s anything he would like to do when he grows up, Jisung said he would like to try lifting those heavy stuffs in gyms. Jisung drew x10000000 hearts for OP too, lol. [_merroNCTg]

7. OP asked what names did Jisung save the NCT members as in his handphone. Jisung,”I didn’t save their numbers” [thankU66]

8. OP: Who is the most interesting in NCT DREAM?
Jeno: That guy (Used his thumb and pointed at Haechan who is next to him) [nct_jeuha]

9. Mark’s four leaf clover [soda990802]

10. OP: When did you become so handsome?
Jeno: I think it’s since I entered SM.
OP: Nope, I think you have been handsome since birth.
Jeno: *laughs* [naro000323]

11. OP took out the photo card and asked Haechan to draw a lucky charm for him. He drew and was laughing to himself at the same time, and said he’s sorry for it [thanku66]

12. OP asked if Haechan started learning the piano at the age of 5 because he wanted to do so. Haechan says he wants to learn how to play the bass. [_merroNCTg]

13. OP: Any traits of the members would you like to have?
Jisung: Ah hahaha Chenle’s…. 
OP: Chenle’s???
Jisung: Chenle’s president identity. Mr. President [gocksdk]

14. OP: Jeno, what camera app do you use?
Jeno: Me? 
OP: Yes, because the photos you took turn out great
Jeno: I use the same app as Renjun. But I forgot the name [voice_haechan]

15. OP: Donghyuck ah, who is the best?
Haechan: Noona is!
OP: No it’s not noona, other than noona?
Haechan: Ah, it’s me! [gocksdk]

16. OP asked if Donghyuck has a solo, what would he like to do? Haechan said he wants to sing and do dance tracks too. OP asked other than singing, anything else? Haechan closed his eyes and said,”Musical”… Hope he gets chosen one day T_____T [seventeencity]

17. OP: Haechan said you wanted to get ear piercings right?
Haechan: I was thinking maybe I don’t want the piercings anymore
OP: Why! I think they would suit you T_T
Haechan: Really! I thought maybe I wouldn’t suit them….  [gooddingjak]

18. Quote of the day: God feeds every bird but doesn’t put right in its nest [I9990802_]

Things We Don’t Mean

Originally posted by ageofimagines

Originally posted by alexnarcissist

Based on Anonymous Prompt: Reader is Tony’s sister but Avengers have no idea and one day while Tony took Pepper to Paris for a weekend, the reader was on the mission and got hurt. She’s in love with Steve but he was mat at her for taking a stupid risk and says something that Peggy wouldn’t do this and the reader realises that Steve would never love her (but he;s in love with her too) so she doesn’t want to see anyone and doesn’t want to scary her brother, but the next day FRIDAY calls Tony and he and Steve have argument

A/N: Ahhhhh sorry I’m so terrible at writing consistently.  I just finished with school for the year though, so that should free up sometime.  I’m actually at the airport right now, heading overseas, so I don’t know what type of wifi access I’ll have or what type of time I’ll be able to use to write, but I will definitely write more when I get back (famous last words).  Depending on how productive I can be in these next few hours of my layover, I might be able to queue up some fics for upcoming weeks…?  Anyway, hope y’all like this one.

Tagging @pleasecallmecaptain@mattymattymerduck@writingbarnes@kissofvenom922@b-orderline@shamvictoria11@callingmrsbarnes@barnes-and-noble-girl@coley0823 @redstarstan @badassbaker @phoebe-21-99@marvelgoateecollection @palaiasaurus64 @melconnor2007

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The bullet wound doesn’t hurt.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  When you shift or when you try to breathe or when you’re sitting still, the pain shoots through your chest like splinters of glass.

What hurts more is the pointed silence that hangs in the air between you and Steve.

The captain in question is perched gingerly on the chair next to your stretcher, staring straight ahead.  His eyes, normally a soft blue, are hard and flinty.  His jaw is locked, his body radiating tension.

Natasha walks into the med bay, her eyes softening when she sees you.  She walks over, gingerly peeling back the layers of bandages to replace them.

“You’re losing a lot of blood,” she says quietly.

“I’ll be fine,” you reply.  “Nothing I haven’t dealt with before.  How much longer?”

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Something New- Peter Parker x Reader

Originally posted by spiderholland

Prompt: Can you do something where peter is failing English and thinks that the teacher will get Ned to Tudor him but instead get the reader she is sort of the cool but nice girl and his crush. And is surprised that she is so smart because she’s popular and not bullied. Then they end up dating or something

Word Count: 1,135

A/N: Written by Daisy. Also sorry for the wait, been a hell of a lot busier than I imagined. 

Peter watched the clock with a burning intensity, willing the second hand to make its rotations faster. Exhaustion had taken over him, his nightly activities preventing him from being the perfect student and even more so, the functioning human being he could be. He counted the minutes that went by. One. Two. Three. The bell would ring any second now. He wouldn’t have to listen to his monotonous teacher examine the over-arching theme of death in Dickinson’s poems. He would leave. He would swing through the city, narrowly missing the sides of New York’s plentiful skyscrapers, for the thrill of it. He would be the person he never could be within these four walls.

But as luck would have it, Mr. Fillmore had other plans. “Parker, I’ll need to see you after class.” Then the bell. Then the scraping of chairs, and the shuffling of feet and a chorus of voices. Peter sighed, before shoving his belongings into his book bag before unceremoniously throwing it over his shoulder and making his way to the front of the low lit classroom.

He stood before his teacher, knowing full well he didn’t have to say a word. “Peter, I’m sure you’re well aware of this, but you’re a few C’s away from failing this class. I’m not sure what is going on with you, nor will I claim to understand whatever it is. But you’re skipping class, submitting sloppy papers. I know you have more potential, at least that’s what your performance in your other classes tells me. Is there something you want to tell me Peter? Or perhaps a counselor?”

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First impressions from the Dads via the livestream
  • Joseph: The first dad you meet. He was entertaining and the way he went about the whole awkward convo with the dadsona was great. Definitely has many secrets and I'll be damned if I don't find out every single one.
  • Brian: You thought Brian was a fluffy teddy bear who just wants to give hugs nd spread love? Wrong. All wrong. Brian is here to beat you at Dading. Defeat him. Beat him in a pokemon style daughter showdown. Do it. Then take his corgi.
  • Craig: I love him. I love him so much. I'm a sucker for anything even remotely close to the childhood friend trope. He was my fave dad as soon as the art was released. He's a straight up bro. It's hilarious. Bro Brunch? Bro Brunch.
  • Mat: He is literally as awkward as your Dadsona. He. Is so. Awkward. It's the best. Mat speaks in puns and references and is socially awkward as hell. Protect him.
  • Robert: The Game and Chill.
Strength of Spirit- Part 2

Dean Winchester walks into your laundromat looking very much like your next one night stand. Instead, tragedy strikes, and you end up in the middle of a nightmare, with only Dean (and his brother Sam) to help you navigate it.

Part 1

Summary of Part 2: Dean gets you to safety. You find out what he really does for a living.

Warning: none for this chapter

Word Count: 1850ish

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve done a series that wasn’t just smut. I’m hoping we’ll all have some fun with it! XOXO


Your whole body was numb as you moved, not feeling the steps beneath your feet as Dean pulled you down the stairs of your apartment building and out onto the street. He didn’t let go of your hand until he dumped you in the passenger seat of a car.

That’s when the panic set in.

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LITHA 101

To all my witches out there excited for the Summer Solstice, here’s some fun ideas to get ready to celebrate the actual longest day of your year.

SUN TEA: This stuff is the shit for witches that enjoy ice tea. Really easy to make as well. All you need is a closed container, water, and some tea bags/loose tea leaves in a holder. Add the water and the tea leaves, and leave it out in sun for at least 5 hours.

I say closed container because I don’t want bacteria to grow in your tea. SAFETY FIRST PLEASE. The best part about this, is you can flavor it however you want. You believe lemon, jasmine, and some other item I can’t think off the top of my head should go into the tea; just toss it in. Please, please, PLEASE be careful what you put in your tea, I don’t want food poisoning or anything else to happen to you.

Use it to capture the sun and its essence. Hold the sun in your hands. Enjoy the warmth that it provides you.

FLOWER CROWNS: Flowers, their entire reason to live is for the sun. The best way to represent the sun is the way to show their work. A simple flower has more impact than you can think.

BEES OR MORE SPECIFICALLY HONEY: Yup, what’s better than flowers, but the workers who spend their lives servicing the sun and it’s works of art. Help the bees by supporting your local farmers and buy some local honey from your grocery store. Gets some bees wax and make some candles. SUPPORT👏OUR👏BEES👏

YOURSELF: Yup, I’m a low budget bitch. So everyone let’s wake our lazy asses up before the sun and welcome it. Do yoga, sun tan, enjoy a nice breakfast, enjoy a facial, anything else you can think of. Walk around and reflect the sun. Wake up to see the sun and stay late to watch the sun set. Be joyful, and happy. You are the best way to worship the sun.

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There are many other ways that I’m leaving out. Bonfires, honey cakes, homemade (non)alcoholic mead, so many other ways to celebrate the summer solstice. There are many ways to celebrate the sun and the life it gives, and this is a great opportunity for the sun and the fire to shine. Happy Litha everyone.

((also its the 21st of June in 2017 in case no one knows))

Bf! Taeyong

  • Lowkey dumb
  • but very cuddly and cute so you keep him around
  • You both met when you were trainees, you were a newbie and really nervous cuz all of these people were so talented and there you were
  • Taeyong saw you all nervous and internally blushed at how pretty you were but kept a strong face and totally ignored you
  • He kept on sneaking glances at you though, when you weren’t paying attention but other times he would pretend you weren’t even there
  • You would sometimes get reprimanded by your coach or your trainers and he would want to fight them and protect you but he has to conceal dont feel because he doesn’t want any other distraction during his trainee life
  • But then he saw you getting closer to other trainee members, especially Yuta and became so jealous that he became really cold towards you, like lowkey bullied you
  • Like that one time you asked for the directions to the boys’ dorm (cuz u wanted to give yuta his vitamin water) and he told you to ‘find it yourself’ and shoulder bumped you
  • you almost fell 
  • He felt really bad about it the whole day though and wanted to apologise but had too much of an ego to do so and he was still pissed that you were closer to Yuta than him
  • He didn’t know why but he was always agitated around you two and just wanted to push yuta away
  • Your debut was nearing and you were in the practice room working on your dance moves.You had improved a lot and everyone loved you. The only problem was Taeyong. He was so beautiful but so cold you almost shivered every time he was around. Yuta was friendly and out going but it was Taeyong you wanted to get close to
  • You felt down as you lost your balance on the cold wooden floor
  • “aisshhh how does he even have friends” you said to yourself while massaging your foot
  • “there are ice packs in the fridge you know” you heard a voice. Turning around you saw Taeyong standing against the door, his face make up free and glowing against the brilliant lights of the room
  • You stood up slowly but Taeyong was quick to react. “Stay” he said as he lunged towards the small refrigerator and pulled out an ice pack. He walked over to you and placed the cool material on your ankle 
  • You stared at how beautiful his skin was and how ethereal he looked up close. He looked up into your eyes and you blinked. He was close, too close
  • “Thanks,” you stuttered, your breath held in. It felt as if you would implode
  • “You should be more careful,”  he said. He looked so soft, so human. You wanted to touch his face and play with the glistening strands of his hair. How would anyone believe that this angelic boy was actually so cold and closed off
  • You both sat in silence, his hand still holding the ice pack over your foot. You inhaled deeply, wanting to escape this situation but wanting it never to end
  • “You know I-” you both started and he smiled to himself. “You can go first”
  • “No its ok” you smiled at him. He stopped to look at you for a while as his heart beat sped up
  • “I’m not doing anything this Saturday, do you want to join me for a coffee?” he asked. You nodded instantly which caused him to laugh. “So cute” he whispered to himself and you looked away, blushing
  • Taeyong seemed like a different person that day. Laughing at your jokes and smiling at you, he even held your hand when walking you to the dorms. You kissed his cheek as you left. He smiled like an idiot the rest of the night
  • Thats when it all began, Taeyong and you
  • Taeyong had never even imagined that you’d say yes when he asked you to be his girlfriend, upon asking “didn’t you like Yuta?”  and hearing your loud “NO HE’S JUST A FRIEND” he almost cried with happiness and also at his idiocy that how stupid he had been 
  • With Taeyong its endless messages and calls, he always so bored when you’re not around or when you’re too busy to reply and attend his calls
  • You both sneak out of your dorms to just walk together and eat together
  • His day gets a hundred times better when he has plans with you and annoys yuta by asking him what kind of sneakers suit him
  • “Taeyong they’re all white”
  • “But do you like the ones with the blue logo on them or should I get new ones with a darker blue logo”
  • Such a mom towards you tbh
  • Like when you weren’t wearing your coat he kept on nagging you to wear his or “should’ve worn a coat” “why don’t you take care of yourself”
  • Offers you his food and you’d be dying cuz you’ve eaten so much but he’s like “no eat”
  • Doesn’t appreciate it when you’re on a diet because that means you cant eat out with him
  • Sulks a lot when you don’t pay him enough attention
  • Like he’ll become to quiet and needy and attach himself to your arm and look at you with puppy dog eyes
  • “love me y/n”
  • loves hugging you, enjoys your warmth and your smell
  • loves the fact that your smaller than him and a lot softer 
  • cooks for you a lot like you’ll just be at your dorm and he’ll show up with homemade food that his mom taught him
  • He wants to explore all kinds of food with you and wants you to have all the food he loves and vice versa
  • he takes an active part in celebrating your life like when you debuted he showed up with cake and candles to celebrate it
  • and on your birthdays he goes out of his way and has a surprise party for you, such a cutie
  • he’s so dumb around you too like people think he’s a suave playboy of sorts when in reality he’s just a really confused and excited pup
  • like he’s really happy around you and also really clumsy and he loses his energy really quickly
  • he prefers having a day in with you and just cuddling and watching movies
  • STUDIO GHIBLI MARATHONS
  • WITH A LOT OF FOOD
  • Whenever you’re sick or sad or worried his mom mode activates and he tries making you feel as comfortable as he can 
  • He can’t stand you crying and is always there when you’re having a hard time
  • The good thing about him is that he’s always there to cheer you up and hear you out and give you good advice
  • Taeyong is a really insecure person so he’s always scared you might leave him and gets depressed really easily
  • Especially in the first few days of his debut he was getting a lot of hate and ended up being really closed off and didn’t even reply to your texts or calls. He thought that the world, including you hated him
  • But then you had to physically go up to his dorm and comfort him and he just laid there in your lap talking about nothing
  • He was a little assured then that you wouldn’t leave but still tries really hard to make you happy so you wouldn’t leave
  • And you won’t leave him because you love him to bits
  • You two fight sometimes on the fact that he can become really closed off when he’s depressed 
  • And especially when he’s jealous
  • Because of his fear of losing you he becomes jealous really easily and gets all cold and mean and you both fight about it
  • but he ends up giving in and cuddling you at night because he still needs all the warmth, it gets cold on his side of the bed
  • makes you pancakes in the morning to have you forgive him
  • and then you give him a long lecture on how you’re his and no one else’s and his smile is so content and oh wow your boyfriend is so beautiful
  • He loves it when you sit on his lap and he pulls you closer to his chest and nuzzles his nose in the crook of your neck
  • and then it turns into a make out session
  • his kisses are so soft and he holds you so close and treats you so delicately and he always smells so nice
  • gets annoyed when your dorm is messy and goes on a cleaning rampage, its annoying sometimes but its just how he is
  • You both go on many long walks along the river and late night snacks at the convenience store
  • He wants to travel the world with you someday
  • Like you both going to Kyoto for your honeymoon
  • and then smacks himself thinking that you both are too young to get married
  • daydreams about you a lot
  • when he’s really busy with his comeback he feels as if he’s missing something and then remembers he hasn’t texted you
  • and then goes like oh fuckOH FUCK while looking for his phone and finding many texts from you saying “good luck” and “i know you’re busy but dont forget to eat and drink water” “dont overwork yourself”
  • and he smiles so wide and jaehyun in the back whistles and he ignores him and just keeps on smiling
  • like a literal text from you to him can brighten up his day so much
  • your relationship is so slow and peaceful and he’s so passionate and loving
  • he’s never bored around you and sleeps peacefully next to you
  • Taeyong is a bottom in bed, he prefers you taking control and being all dominant
  • He loves it when you’re confident and bold
  • but when he’s mad or jealous and wants to punish you god almighty i hope you’re alive child
  • but most of the time its slow and passionate and you both end up cuddling after
  • he later told you that he bullied you the whole time cuz he had a crush on you and you couldn’t stop laughing
  • “let it go ok”
  • “BUT YOU MADE MY LIFE HELL CUZ YOU LIKED ME AWWWWW”
  • And then he blushed and his ears went red 
  • He wants to adopt a dog with you, he would legit marry you if the company allowed him to
  • cuz with you he feels like he’s home, he feels accepted and loved