let go and begin to live

laylaisthename  asked:

☆☆☆ hell yeah gimme those sweet facts about Carver, Carina and your bloodbourne oc whom i live but i also keep forgetting his name

You want sweet facts? Well let’s go!

☆Carver

During the beginning events of Destiny 2, Carver and his wife Cornelia (@lostinthehaywoods titan), fell from Ghaul’s ship together. She woke up before him but he was still unconscious and she couldn’t wake him and his ghost was missing. She thought he had died and had left him behind to find their daughter. So when he finally came to later on, he searched the whole city for them despite his own ghosts protests. He didn’t find them. And wouldn’t for some time.

☆Carina

Before being a fully fledged guardian, she sneaked out of the city with Avia (@nerdy-kins hunter) to learn to be out in the field. They were ambushed by the Fallen and was almost killed by a Captain if Carver hadn’t found out and saved her at the very last second.

☆Oscar

Being a science professor before becoming a hunter, Oscar loved to learn. He’d research new topics whenever the time permitted. His eagerness to learn and passion for knowledge did not go away while a hunter. He blinded himself in his quest for knowledge of the Great Ones which ultimately was his undoing.

25 Relationship Quotes to Get You Through a Breakup

No matter who ended it, why it fell apart, or how long ago it was, getting through the aftermath of a relationship is never an easy task. As you feel the waves of emotions from sadness to anger to relief while your heart heals, let these encouraging words give you the dose of inspiration you need.


For seeing the bright side

“To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose is the next best." 

– William Makepeace Thackeray



For remembering the bigger picture

"I mean, if the relationship can’t survive the long term, why on earth would it be worth my time and energy for the short term?" 

– Nicholas Sparks, author



For why you have to cry sometimes

"Those who do not know how to weep with their whole heart do not know how to laugh either." 

– Golda Meir, politician



For getting through the rough days

"Hearts live by being wounded." 

– Oscar Wilde, playwright



For valuing patience

"Only time can heal his heart, just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs." 

– Miss Piggy, Muppet



For savoring the transformation

"The dreams break into a million tiny pieces. The dream dies. Which leaves you with a choice: you can settle for reality, or you can go off, like a fool, and dream another dream.”

– Nora Ephron, author



For relishing the good times

“The hottest love has the coldest end." 

– Socrates, philosopher



For the motivation to move on

"No matter how hard your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief." 

— Faraaz Kazi



For finding the humor

"I never hated a man enough to give his diamonds back." 

— Zsa Zsa Gabor, actress



For packing away the tissues

"Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional." 

— M. Kathleen Casey, politician



For prioritizing your strength

"You can only lose what you cling to." 

— Buddha



For the good moments to come

"In the process of letting go you will lose many things from the past, but you will find yourself." 

— Deepak Chopra



For the nudge to pull the plug

"You’ve gotta know when it’s time to turn the page.”

— Tori Amos, singer-songwriter



For a lesson in love

“Don’t dwell on what went wrong. Instead, focus on what to do next. Spend your energy moving forward together towards an answer.”

— Denis Waitley, motivational speaker



For unfriending on Facebook

“The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did." 

— Faraaz Kazi, author



For remembering you’re not alone

"I think every girl has that a guy she has trouble letting go of." 

— Rashida Jones, actress



For new beginnings

"When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be. When I let go of what I have, I receive what I need." 

– Lao Tzu, philosopher



For the best that’s yet to come

"Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny." 

— Steve Maraboli, author



For living in the moment

"Breathe. Let go. And remind yourself that this very moment is the only one you know you have for sure." 

— Oprah Winfrey



For improving your odds

"The best skill at cards is knowing when to discard." 

— Baltasar Gracián, philosopher



For being thankful for love

"Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart" 

— Washington Irving, author



For being openhearted

"When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us" 

— Alexander Graham Bell, inventor



For the upcoming rainbow

"Life always waits for some crisis to occur before revealing itself at its most brilliant.”

— Paulo Coelho, author



For never settling

“Never love anybody that treats you like you’re ordinary.”

— Oscar Wilde, playwright


For appreciating the bittersweet

“The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.”   

― William Faulkner, author 

anonymous asked:

I'm so sorry but I'm unsubscribing. Your channel's quality is degrading steadily the past couple of months. I used to watch your videos to calm myself but now I can't even watch 3 minutes without getting annoyed of you. I don't know what happened, but if this is permanent, I'm sorry but I can't stay. I wish you the best of luck. Hopefully, I'll be able to find joy in your content again. Let's high five one last time ✋ So long, irish bean.

Hey there! That’s alright. You don’t have to like something forever and I would never expect you to. We all come and go about our lives all the time and if something isn’t for you anymore then you do you and I’ll do me.  Thanks for at least being there at all to begin with and yeah hopefully you can come back and enjoy the channel again eventually :)

Oh and *WHA-PISH*!

The Final Chapter

Woah…okay….whew. Trying to collect my thoughts after watching that is…well it isn’t easy. First off, MAJOR PROPS TO TEAMIPLIER. This story has had so much heart and soul put into it, and there’s been an incredible dedication to quality and detail. Bravo, Mark and Co., bravo. 

So wtf just happened? After reading some theories by my friends at @wkm-theories and considering it, I’m gonna take a stab at unravelling this tangled web. 

So, #Markiplier lives. Does he? It’s gone far beyond that now. Maybe in the beginning it was that simple, but it isn’t anymore. There are parts I got right, and parts I didn’t. There are parts the community got right, and parts we didn’t, so let’s go through this piece by piece. 

First off, obviously at this point, this is indeed the origin story of Darkiplier, and of Warfstache too. But it’s a much sadder origin story than I think anyone was expecting. We know from the Colonel (whose first name I think must be Wilford) and Detective’s argument that Celine was in fact Mark’s wife, and that Colonel Wilford had an affair with her. While the Detective calls it “stealing” and “sick sexual exploits,” I think it is clear that he loves her very much. In the spirit world/afterlife/whatever place at the end, Celine says “I never thought he’d fall this far,” and that Mark took everything from them “from his twisted quest of vengeance.” With that in mind, this is my theory on the backstory:

  • As I said in my last theory, Mark, Damien, and Wilford grew up as childhood friends together. Mark went into the entertainment business, Wilford into the army, and Damien into politics. I also am now convinced that Markiplier Manor definitely used to belong to Wilford. Not just by his familiarity with the house, but by his conversation with the Chef just before Celine comes in in chapter two. As we know, the Chef calls him Private, and says “I don’t work for you anymore!” He then says in today’s episode that he’s been cooking for the people in the manor for 25 years, but he yells to Wilford that he quits. Why would he tell Wilford, wouldn’t it make more sense to tell the Butler at this point? But no, in some ways he still sees Wilford as his old boss…the old keeper of the manor. 
  • So anyway, the manor used to be Wilford’s home. And when he was a private in the army, Damien was at University (where you meet him) and Mark was trying to get his acting career started. Yes, in this universe, Mark is not just a YouTuber, but a flim/TV actor. This is evidenced by these photos from the Detective’s evidence room shown on @whokilledmarkiplier:
  • It is also worth mentioning that in the Meta Ending of A Date with Markiplier, Mark is an actor who is out on parole, working on a crummy side project. I think that these universes are connected, but more on that later. 
  • It isn’t easy to start an acting career, and you usually don’t make a lot of money in the process, so I think Wilford took Mark in and supported him while he was getting on his feet As he imitates Mark, he says “Forget all my FRIENDS or people who helped me along the way!” Wilford was one of those people. 
  • I also think that while Celine was friends with all of them, it was Wilford who loved her the most. While Mark in real life is a great guy, Mark in this story is kind of an asshole. Maybe Will and Celine once were dating, maybe Will never got up the courage to ask her. But Mark’s career took off and he married her himself before Wilford could. This obviously infuriated Wilford, and Mark grew distant. Then, to add insult to injury, Mark took the manor for himself, and even named it after his new stage name: Markiplier. This was the last straw for Wilford, and he secretly confessed his feelings to Celine, which she seemed quite happy to reciprocate and they had an affair. Maybe this version of Mark was once like the one in our world, but Fame and Money went to his head “Just look at my MONEY!” The Detective says that Wilford was also “squeezing him for cash” to fund dates with Celine. Will probably feels like Mark stole everything from him, so he doesn’t mind stealing back.
  • Damien, of course, being the politician and genuinely caring about all three of his friends, makes an effort to be on good terms with all of them. It is also likely that he is the one who introduced you to Mark. The two of you meet in college (You’re a DA, so you would have run in the same social circles), and when Damien and you both got jobs in the same city (LA, I assume) where Mark lived, the three of you formed your own friendship. 
  • Back to the affair: Mark obviously found out about it. Like Damien says at the end, he had been planning this for years. It’s even possible that Celine divorced Mark after he and Wilford had an altercation over her, and that it is after this divorce, which left her confused and hurt, that she sought solace in the arcane arts. Now, in this next matter, I was fairly close to the truth. Mark wanted to get back at Wilford, so he cam up with a revenge plan, and he hired the Detective to make sure that everything went down smoothly. However, the plan was not to discover who wanted Mark dead, but to frame the Colonel. And he used the Chef, Butler and Detective to help achieve that goal. 
  • There are multiple times they try to clue you into their plan, but they obviously don’t want Damien or Wilford to know about it, which is why they must be so covert. 
  • Mark’s plan was simple, but effective. Invite all of his closest friends to a poker night, fake his own death, and pin it on the Colonel. But what he didn’t count on was the supernatural getting in his way. 

There is some kind of force in that house. I’m going to call it Dark, but understand I don’t mean the persona of Darkiplier when I say that from here on out, I mean the entity that causes Darkiplier. Anyway, there’s no way of telling exactly how long Dark has been lurking on the manor, but it’s for at least 15 years based on George’s refusal to enter the house for that long. We also don’t know exactly how old our characters are. Suffice it to say though, Dark has been there for a long time. Again, this exposure to an extremely powerful evil entity could have contributed to Mark’s assholery, but we have no way of knowing for sure. 

  • From what I can gather, this is a force that feeds off of conflict. So when Mark and his friends began fighting, it grew stronger. When Mark began to plan his revenge, it grew stronger still. And finally, it grew strong enough to strike. 
  • “He trapped us in here with this broken shell and now there’s no way out” is what Damien says to you at the end. I think that Mark’s body is in fact dead, and Mark has made a deal with Dark. There are two possibilities here: The first is that Mark planned it that way from the beginning, to kill his body, blame the Colonel, and take Damien’s body for his own. The second (and I think more likely) is that Mark didn’t want to drag Damien and Celine into it, and that he didn’t even know about Dark’s force. In this scenario, Dark killed Mark and trapped him in the void where we see Celine and Damien at the end. Then, Dark gave him a choice (Dark loves choices): stay trapped in the void forever, or have Damien killed and take his body. Mark is already hurt and angry, and the Darkness has been feeding those emotions. When faced with that choice, he chooses to betray his friends to save himself. This is when the rest of the events unfold in the manor. 
  • I think that when the Butler says “the body is cold” to the Detective, he meant it. Mark’s body was dead at that point. But the Detective doesn’t realize just yet that Mark is really dead, he just thinks it’s part of the ruse. The Butler also suggests calling the police. He’s really concerned now, and while it was in their original plan to tell you about the plot, they’re unsure now of whether or not to tell you outright, so they resort to cryptic hints and clues. For all they know, you’re the one who really killed him, which is why the Detective acts like he trusts you but at times expresses doubts. As the tensions in the manor grow, Dark becomes more and more powerful, especially since he has Mark in his possession. He can manifest lightning when prompted, and he is able to steal Mark’s body and bring it to the void. Yes, I think that the Detective really was surprised when Mark’s body was gone. That wasn’t part of the plan. That was all Dark’s doing. With Mark’s mind AND body now in it’s possession, he is more powerful than ever.
  • Then, Celine arrives at the manor. Maybe she sensed something was wrong, maybe Dark lured her there, whatever. She arrives and her occult knowledge immediately tells her something is wrong. She then does exactly what Dark wants her to do and opens a conduit to his realm. Through this conduit, he possess her, and tries to possess you but you stop him, pulling out of the seance early. I think that it is your body that he had decided on, which is why “Celine” was so mad that you wouldn’t let her finish. 
  • While you’re outside with George, Dark uses Celine to take Damien’s consciousness into the void, and spits Mark back out into Damien’s body. Dark then takes control of Celine’s body but he is thwarted by George before he can accomplish whatever it is he needed a body for. Now with Celine’s body useless to him, Mark in control of Damien’s body and Celine and Damien’s minds in the void with him, Dark is in a bit of a pickle. Whatever he has, it isn’t enough, and he can’t just take it by force. He needs to be let in to fully take control (Celine let him in on accident in her seance, and then Dark manipulated Damien’s trust in her to trick him into letting him in as well). So he does what he does best: manipulation. 
  • When everything goes wibbly wobbly and you walk around the house hearing voices, that’s Dark’s influence over you. He doesn’t have total control because you haven’t given it to him, but he can lead you in the right direction. As you end up seeing the Detective’s frame job for the Colonel and then their confrontation, things get out of hand. Poor Wilford is slowly going mad at the possible loss of his friends, and he kills the Detective in a fit of rage. When you try to calm him down and take the gun, he accidentally kills you too. This is exactly what Dark needed to happen, another person to die. I think that Dark is a being that exists entirely by thought; he has some sway over the physical world but not enough to do anything major. But if a body is dead and the mind is all that remains, he can easily pull that mind into his domain, where it’s pretty hard to say no. 
  • So you die, and Dark takes your mind and traps it, in the same place he has Celine, Damien’s mind and Mark’s body trapped. And it is in this scene that we see the master manipulator that Dark is. I believe that while Celine and Damien’s consciousness are present in the void before you get here, Dark convinces them that this was all Mark’s doing. He insists that their only chance is to use you, that the three of you can fix it. Of course, he says all of this to fool them. They blame everything on Mark, and tell you so plainly. Dark wants you to share their thoughts so that you’ll agree to his plan. 
  • Your body is out there, broken, but still present. Celine says that she can send you back, and implies that this is only possible if you let Damien in so that together, you can stay alive. But that’s a flat out lie, it’s Dark that is really sending you out, not her. Your body is not ideal to him, but it’s all he has left now. The Chef, Butler, and Groundskeeper have left, Wilford is going insane, and the Detective doesn’t trust Damien OR Celine enough to listen to them. But you do. (That’s why Damien’s character is so appealing to us, it’s why they designed him to make us want to trust him. If we trust him, and he trusts Celine, then we’ll do what Celine says.) All Dark wants is our body, and the only way for him to get it is if we let him in. When Damien says “let me in”, the screen glitches for a moment. Up until then, it was Celine and Damien talking, but in that moment it was Dark. Reaching out to you. Beckoning you to just. let. him. in. 
  • Celine then says that this is a choice. This is also Dark speaking through her. Dark is obsessed with choice, but not just any choice. He uses the illusion of choice to get what he wants. When he made Mark choose between living in Damien’s body or being trapped in the void forever, there was really no outcome that would work in Mark’s favor. And either way, Dark could have used it somehow. In ADWM, he gives the illusion of offering more choices than Mark ever did, but only one choice will continue the story. And according to Mark in his livestream, originally the links at the end of that video were supposed to all go to the same place. He doesn’t offer choices, not really. He manipulates you into thinking you’re choosing what you want, when really it’s he who’s getting what he wants. 
  • And it works. You let him in, he sends you back, and you get to see the shattered remains of Wilford’s sanity crumble completely. Then, Dark reaches for Damien’s cane, and looks in the mirror. He has a body now, but it’s broken. A reanimated corpse (a zombie, get it? It was more than a joke!) that he doesn’t even have enough power to control on his own. He is forced to keep Damien (and possibly Celine) captive in his mind to maintain enough power to keep the body running. But he doesn’t need you anymore, he got all he wanted from you. He traps you in the mirror, and leaves you there, because that’s what social manipulators do: they get what they want out of you and then abandon you. Dark’s mannerisms when in this body are so similar to Damien’s because pieces of Damien’s personality poke through the facade. 

But in the end…

The Detective wasn’t wrong, it was more complicated than “It was Colonel Warfstache in the library with the candlestick.” Markiplier either killed himself or was killed by Dark, but his mind lives on in Damien’s body. Wilford, devastated at the loss of his friends and the blood on his own hands spirals into madness, The Staff leave the house, The Detective is dead, and you…

Your body is dead, possessed by a bitter spirit who didn’t get everything he wanted. So he goes after who started this whole mess in the first place…Markiplier. He follows Mark, fueled partly by Celine and Damien’s newfound hatred of him, fueled partly by his own desires as a parasite to keep feeding and growing, and pesters him to give him back Damien’s body. But Mark has learned his lesson and won’t let him in again. So Dark, now using the name “Darkiplier” turns to the next best thing…his fans. 

*Applauds* 

Wow @markiplier, you really outdid yourself this time! Thank you for this great experience, it was truly a pleasure to witness. 

Thank you everyone for reading not just this theory, but my other theories, as well as those on @wkm-theories that I helped compile. Thank you also to @valleyofrogues for creating wkm-theories and inviting me to help admin it, it’s been a blast! And don’t think we’re stopping today, we’re going to keep responding to your questions, compiling your theories, and share our thoughts with you throughout October. Something tells me this story isn’t over yet…

“Prom was invented just to make girls starve so they can fit in a dress and compete over a stupid title.”

“Uh –” Derek blinks, eyes his sister dubiously, “I’m not a girl?”

Cora huffs. “Whatever.”

In the kitchen Laura bursts out laughing. “Don’t worry.” She yells. “Cora is just jealous she will have to wait five years to go to her own prom.”

“I’m not going!” Cora yells back. “Prom is stupid, I don’t even know why you’re going,” she tells Derek, “it’s not like you know how to have fun.”

Derek raises an eyebrow while Laura just laughs harder. “Oh my god.” Their older sister says. “I stay away for six months and Cora turns into a sassy queen.” She walks into the living room, pretends to wipe at her eyes. “I’m so proud.”

“You two are ridiculous.” Derek says, turning around. “And I’m just going because Erica promised to pay me. With ice cream.” Then he gives Cora a wicked smile. “That I’m not going to share with either of you.”

“You are the worst brother!” Cora yells as he begins to climb the stairs. “And I hope you fall on your ass while trying to dance!”

“Can’t hear you!” Derek’s cell begins to ring. “Too busy getting ready to prom!”

Laura lets out a high-pitched laughter. “I love you two so much.”

Derek shakes his head fondly, closes his bedroom door behind himself just as Cora tells Laura to shut up. “Hey.” He answers the phone, collapsing on his bed. “What’s up?”

“Yo,” Stiles answers, “whatcha doing?”

“Listening to my sisters fight.” He says, snorting when he hears his dad start complaining about all the yelling and ‘no, Cora, I’m not letting you go to prom, you’re thirteen!’. “I’m gonna have to check the trunk of my car tomorrow night.”

Stiles laughs. “She’s not that good.”

“If you keep teaching her, she will be.” Derek blurts out, curses himself mentally when he realizes it came out harsher than he intended.

It’s just – sometimes he can’t help it. He’s known Stiles since they were four, Cora wasn’t even born then, but one day she turned eleven and Stiles became her new favorite person. Stiles couldn’t find it funnier and took Cora as his little apprentice. He even taught her how to cheat on Mario Kart.

He’s never taught Derek that.

Derek rolls his eyes, thinks about his little sister still downstairs pouting and trying to convince their dad that she’s old enough to go out. He shouldn’t be jealous of her, but the thing is – he grew up with two sisters, he knows how to share toys and food, but he doesn’t know how to share Stiles.

Because Stiles is his.

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Psychic: *reads my mind*

My mind: take the bullets out your gun WHAT the bullets out your gun WHAT we move undercover and we move as one through the NIGHT we ONE SHOT to LIVE ANOTHER DAY we cannOT let a stray gunsHOT GIVE US AWAY we will fight up close seize the moment and stay in it it’s either that or meet the business END of a bayonET the code word is rochambeau dig me R O C H A M B E A U you have your orders now go man go and SO THE AMerican experiment beGINS with my FRIENDS all scattered to the WINDS laurens is in SOUTH CAROLINA redefining bravery WE'LL👏NEVER👏BE👏FREE👏UNTIL👏WE👏END👏SLAVERY👏 when we finally Drive the British away LAFAYETTE is there waiting in CHESAPEAKE BAY how did we know that this plan would work? we had a spy on the inside that’s right H E R C U L E S M U L L I G A N a tailor spyin on the British government I take their MEASUREMENTS, INFORMATION and then I smuggle it UP to my brother’s revolutionary covenant I’m running with the sons of libERTY and I am LOVIN IT oOh-OOOH!

Psychic: what the fuck

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Harry sighed as he walked into his apartment. The last place he wanted to be at right now was his home. In reality, he wish he never walked out of your apartment. You were right. Your world didn’t revolve around him. He should’ve realized that he wasn’t the center of your universe. He should’ve let you tell him all about your date. “I’ll just talk to her in the morning,” he thought while he started to walk to his and Kimberly’s room.

“Where’d you go?” a voice called out. Harry halted mid-step. He turned around to see Kimberly sitting in the living room, her arms crossed over her chest. Harry bit his bottom lip, beginning to walk towards her. “I went to Y/N’s. Listen baby, I’m sorry I said-”

“You were with Y/N?” Kimberly asked, her voice laced with bitterness. Harry’s eyebrows quickly furrowed together as he sat down on the spot next to her. Kimberly was quick to move away, beginning to pace around. “I always go to her when I need to talk to someone.” Harry added, suddenly feeling the need to explain himself.

Kimberly quickly turned around to face Harry. “I’m your wife, Harry! Don’t you think you should be talking to me whenever you have a problem?” Harry’s cheeks immediately heated up,looking down at his fidgeting fingers, “We got into a fight. I just wanted Y/N’s opinion.”

Kimberly let out what was mixed between a scoff and a laugh. “As if we can trust her opinion.” Harry quickly stood up, feeling like he needed to stick up for his best friend. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Kimberly eyes widened, her head shaking, “How could you be so oblivious, Harry! The girl is in love with you!”

Harry quickly shook his head, “She’s my best friend, Kimberly! How could you accuse her of something like that!”

Kimberly crossed her arms once more before she sat back down on the couch. “I’m supposed to be your best friend.” She shook her head as she stared at the ground. “I notice the way she looks at you. She looks at you like it’s just you two in the room. She listens to every word you say. She puts your needs before hers! Everyone sees it! Everyone but you!” Harry remained silent as he sat down next to Kimberly, his palms beginning to sweat.

“Didn’t you notice how sad she was at the wedding?” Kimberly whispered as she placed her hand on top of Harry’s. Harry closed his eyes. “No…no. I’m her best friend. She was just happy for me. They were happy tears.”

Kimberly sat further into the couch. “Harry, they were tears because the guy she was in love with was marrying someone else.”


You were sitting in your kitchen. A cup of tea in front of you that was now cold. You sighed as you heard a knock on your door. You wiped a tear that fell from frustration from your fight with Harry. When you opened the door, there stood Harry at your doorstep for the second time tonight. Harry was giving you a look that sent shivers down your spine. He let himself into your apartment. You closed the door behind him, “Listen Harry, I’m sorry for-”

Harry spun around to face you, his breathing becoming harder and harsher. “Are you in love with me?”

Your eyes widened. Your secret that you kept for years was finally out. Your eyes quickly scanned Harry’s, trying to get some sense of how he was feeling. When you didn’t answer Harry, he immediately knew what your answer was. He ran his hand over his face as he took a deep breath. “How long?”

You suddenly felt so small. Your arms crossed, as if they were trying to protect yourself. You never wanted Harry to find out. You thought if he ever did find out, the two of you would be old and gray’ you would have a husband and the thought of once being in love with Harry would seem funny. Now, you felt nothing but shame for ever growing feelings for your best friend.

You took a deep breath, your eyes threatening to spill out tears. “Since we were 18,” you whispered. Now it was time for Harry to gasp. “18!” He repeated, his hand slamming down on the counter. You visibly winced, you closed your eyes as your arms tightened around your body.

“5 years! You’ve been in love with me for 5 years!” Harry shouted. He began to pace around your living room, pulling on his hair out of frustration. Harry looked back at you, his eyes softening at your trembling body as you cried. “Why didn’t you tell me,” Harry whispered so softly that you almost didn’t hear. You looked up at the ceiling, tears falling from your face, “I didn’t want to ruin what we had Harry! Our friendship…it was so beautiful! So…real! I was afraid that if I told you or if you somehow you found out, it would ruin everything.”

Harry looked down, his own eyes beginning to fill with tears. He looked up at you and took a deep breath, “You should’ve told me, Y/N. If you told me…things would’ve been different.” You let out a quiet scoff as you stared at the ground. Harry came closer to you. He placed his hand on your cheek, causing you to look up at him. Harry leant his forehead against yours, “I’ve been in love with you all my life.”

You let out a small gasp before Harry continued, “I’ve been in love with you…for so long, Y/N. But I knew someone like you would never be in love with someone like me.” Harry opened his eyes as he grabbed your hands. “You’re so..beautiful. You’re so compassionate and kind to the world. How could I not fall in love with you?” Harry chuckled through his tears. You looked into Harry’s eyes that were filled with nothing but sadness.

“If I knew that you loved me…I would be married to you right now.” Harry whispered. You let out a sob as you rested your head against Harry’s chest. Harry wrapped his arms around you as he looked up, trying to stop crying. “But I’m with Kimberly. And I fell in love with her too.”

You nodded your head as you buried your face more into Harry’s chest. For what felt like an eternity, the two of you held on to each other as if this was the last time you guys would be seeing each other.


Niall let himself into your apartment. He placed his bag down as he quietly made his way into your bedroom. He sighed as he saw the plate of food he left out for you remained untouched. As he came closer to your bed, he noticed the tear stains on your face as you were asleep. He sighed, feeling the same sympathy he did for you when Harry got married. Niall grabbed a blanket you kept on your bed and placed it over you before he left your room.

When Harry left your apartment that night, you immediately called Niall and struggled to tell him what happened between your sobs. Niall tried assuring you that everything would be okay. He tried telling you that this was just a bump; that somehow you and Harry would get past this. But it’s been two weeks and Harry hasn’t tried contacting you since.

Niall was sitting on the couch in you living room when you finally came out of your room. You sat down on the spot next to him, bringing your knees up to your chest. Niall placed his phone down. “I brought some food.” He said as he nodded towards the bag on the counter. You were staring at the wall in front of you. You let out a quiet “thanks.”

Niall bit his bottom lip, trying to think of what to say. He glanced at his phone and smiled. “Your birthday’s tomorrow. That’s exciting isn’t it?”

You shrugged your shoulders. Niall sighed, “Would you like to do anything? I can clear my schedule. Maybe we can go to-”

“I don’t really want to do anything. Thank you though, Niall.” You said quietly. Niall nodded his head as he scooted further into the couch.

Eventually Niall left. He placed a kiss on your head and a promise that he’ll be back tomorrow. Your eyes shifted to the clock on the wall. 11:34PM

With the time ticking closer and closer to 12, you could feel your anxiety bouncing off the walls. Harry has never missed the tradition of coming to your place for your birthday with a home made cake. Surely he wouldn’t miss it because of what happened.

Right?

You looked at the clock again. 12PM. It was officially your birthday. You stared at the door, hoping that Harry would burst in. Your eyes began to water when you realized it wasn’t going to happen. Tears began to fall off your face as your tradition was broken. You placed your head into your hands. Of course he wasn’t coming. Just because he knew you loved him, he wasn’t going to leave his wife for you. You were his past, Kimberly was his present. Stupid girl you thought.


Harry glanced at the time on his phone. He sighed as he looked at the cake he made earlier in front of him. He grabbed the cake and threw it into the trash can before he went back to bed.


i have never been so excited to write this! thank you guys so much for the constant love for married! it means the absolute world that you guys like it! i love hearing from you guys! let me know what you thought!

you can find the rest of my writing here

you can find part 5 here

To everybody who can’t go and see Harry, just remember that he isn’t going anywhere. He will be touring and making music for a long time. This is only the beginning. You WILL see Harry live. You WILL be able to go to a future tour. Don’t let this get you down too much. Harry is a legend and you will get your chance to be there with him some day.

Be curious about things. Allow your inner adventurer to shine through. If you feel the urge to learn something, meet someone, or shed more light upon an intriguing subject, then don’t hold yourself back, and let your interests shine!
—  Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

“Will I ever get over my first love?” you ask.

I tell you that’s too broad. You don’t “get over” someone you were once in love with. You can not simply just erase the adrenaline filled first touches, or the sunny cherry kissed afternoons spent dazed in their presence. You can’t fill the holes they once dug into the deepest part of your heart. You will always know them and they will always know you; they will always be a part of your deepest thoughts because they once had the privileged of hearing them.


But what can happen is this. Those nights spent sitting alone in your room replaying the memories as your heart burns and your mind sinks will slowly turn into a still presence of just knowing who you once were. Those mornings started by a panicked realization they are gone will soon turn into admiring the sun peeking through the windows while you realize your sudden and subtle contentment.


The pain of unrequited love fades. You let go of the fact that they don’t want you anymore. You realize you don’t need them to make you happy and you start to live for yourself. You realize that it ended for a reason; you were only meant to be together in the past and it simply is not fit for you anymore. You begin to take life for what it is and grow from every experience.


Of course you still have love for them, but it is a different kind of love. It’s that distant love where you wish them the best but you aren’t desperate for their presence anymore.  


As you continue to move on you may think of them and reminisce on the old times, but you know the doors to the nights of screaming and crying over them have finally been locked. You’re on a new path now, and so are they. It’s the beautiful cycle of life and love.

—  a letter to my old self
  • Tango, drunk and talking to Bitty: do you think the Haus ghosts are real???
  • Bitty: that's a great idea!! I think there's a Ouiji board in the attic somewhere! Let's see if Holster knows.
  • Nursey, raising one perfect eyebrow and somehow managing to make direct eye contact with Ransom, who is beginning to hyperventilate: dude

marino-kun  asked:

“the fuck? who are you?” Sterek plis ❤️ maybe drunk stiles and deputy Derek?

Stiles.

He remembers.

His name is Stiles.

“My name is Sh-tiles. He tests it out. No, not right. “Sh-ties? Sh-ti? Stiles!He yells and then promptly begins laughing. It’s a funny word. “My name is funny.” He laughs again and looks around, he’s outside, yeah, he can see the street. And he’s – sitting down? On the ground? Why? He tries to stand up, fails.

Nope. He giggles. Maybe he should stay here and take a nap, he’s kind of tired. And hungry. Hmmn, pizza. “I want pizza.” He says. Where can he get pizza?

“Stiles!” Someone screams.

Hey, it’s his name! “I’m Stiles!” He yells. “I know that!” He laughs again when someone kneels in front of him. “I’m Stiles!”

“Yes, you are.” The guy says, mutters thank God and I told you to stay inside. He has green eyes, Stiles likes green eyes.

“Your eyes are pretty.” He has pretty lips too, Stiles kind of wants to kiss them. “Can I kiss you?”

The guy closes his eyes, shakes his head. “Not now. Let me take you home first.”

“Why?” Stiles whines as the guy helps him stand up. Hmmnn, Stiles leans his head against the guy’s shoulder, it’s warm. It’s definitely nicer than the ground, maybe he should take a nap. “Hmmmnn.” He sighs. “I like you.” He slurs, closing his eyes happily.


He startles awake when he feels someone messing with his shoes. “Gah!” He screams, jumping back and nearly falling off a bed. “The fuck? Who are you?” He keeps screaming, reaches for a pillow and throws it at the guy’s head.

“Stiles –” The guy starts, raising his hands, “calm down.”

“I’m calm!” He answers. Wasn’t he calm? He’s calm! The calmest! The most calm! The guy keeps staring at him. His eyes are green. “Green eyes.” He says, laughs when the guy raises an eyebrow. “Your eyes are pretty.” He reaches for the guy’s face, but it’s too far. He whines. Why is it that far? “Eyebrows.” He slurs and laughs.

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My final PLL theory.

I feel like one of two things are going to happen:

They’re going to be arrested, Aria included. Mona put Archer’s body in her trunk because she knew Aria wanted to turn herself in anyway, and being caught with the body ensures she will go down with the liars and AD doesn’t get their “winner.” They’ll sit down with the police and tell 100% of the truth about everything. The Jenna thing, “that night”, their years of A torture, all their secrets, killing Archer, everything, and they’re gonna be let off the hook because of how much torture and horrible shit they’ve been through and because Archer kinda deserved what he got. They still have to make an arrest though, so Mona takes the fall because she started the game to begin with and she killed Charlotte. Then the 5 girls live happily ever after after.

OR, they’re gonna lie their asses off and prove once and for all that they really are “pretty little liars.”

Freedom

“Freedom is the most important thing.”

Tove Jansson wrote the above when she was very young, as an almost defiant statement. It is very clear that her whole life was defined by this very thought. She spent her entire life trying to define freedom, searching for freedom and making sacrifices to keep her freedom. This also shows in her writing. If one was forced to choose the most important theme in Moomin books, it would be freedom.

For Tove, being free often meant being able to pursue her dreams and goals as she chose for herself. This meant that she would be able to make art as she wanted. As a woman in the early 1900s, that was never easy. Women of the time were expected and encouraged to give up personal goals to support and nurture a family. Tove saw this first hand at her own home, where her mother dedicated everything she had to take care of her husband and children. Ham had very little free time and her career was mostly meant to support the family when her husband’s income as a sculptor was not enough. Ham took up tedious drawing assignments and would draw late into the night. Tove’s father Faffan was instead free to pursue his passion. Ham was emotionally available and always there for her children. It is clear she loved her role as a mother, but Tove was always worried her mother was giving too much of herself away.

It is understandable that Tove herself was very reluctant about marriage and family. Getting married would mean giving up her career and tying herself to the role of a mother. On the other hand, Tove was very emotional and yearned for romantic connection, so she often played with the thought. When Tove was in love, she had the habit of losing herself completely in it. Her mentor and lover Sam Vanni even warned her against this. He told Tove not to lose herself in anyone so she would no longer be able to create as herself. She played with the thought of marriage and becoming a “politicians little wife” when she fell in love with Atos Wirtanen and truly wanted to marry him. But as Atos was emotionally distant and valued people not getting too attached to each other or things, Tove was never able to commit the way she might have wanted to. Like Snufkin tells us: “You can never be free if you admire someone too much.”

Her yearning for freedom was also why Tove was very reluctant about motherhood. She saw having children as the biggest responsibility and commitment a person could ever do. Sometimes Tove yearned for children, sometimes she was terrified of the thought. Eventually she never had children of her own.

This is why her own atelier and home was so important to Tove. It was her own sanctuary where she was free to create, decorate and isolate herself when needed. No matter how deeply in love she fell, Tove was never ready to give up her home. When she was ready to marry Atos Wirtanen, she always pictured herself still keeping the apartment so she would have her own place. Having that option and autonomy was essential. When she fell in love with Tuulikki, they both still kept their separate apartments always. Their apartments were right next to each other though. Even today, Tove’s atelier is left untouched in Ullanlinna.

Tove would often share her thoughts and questions about freedom in an indirect way in her writing. Moomin books have characters who yearn for freedom, protect the freedom they have or are terrified of freedom. There are also many ways to be free and sometimes a character may not like the freedom they get. Almost completely restricted characters without freedom are often miserable. Characters like Fillyjonks and Hemulens lack freedom the most, often because of their own actions. Hemulens see freedom as a threat to the order they are trying to create. If people have freedom, they will stop doing things like Hemulens are telling them to! And if they do not do as Hemulens have told, they will do things all wrong. Fillyjonks also fear freedom, but not because of others; they fear what freedom will do to themselves. Fillyjonks want to organize everything neatly and live orderly, restricted lives. If life is resticted, it will not offer any scary surprises. In Moominvalley in November, both Hemulen and Fillyjonk need to let go of their restrictions to control others or themselves. When they let freedom in, they both become happier people.

On the other end, completely free characters without anything to bind them to anyone are not seen as truly happy or even that admirable. Hattifatteners represent pure freedom. They have no desires or regrets. They do not have families or enemies. When Moominpappa elopes with them in Secret of the Hattifatteners, he begins to doubt if Hattifatteners even have actual thoughts. They only live to pursue the endless horizon. They only form groups because it’s easier to sail away that way. Hattifatteners are so free that they do not even have a destination, only the journey. When Moominpappa realizes what kind of life this absolute freedom means, he immediately runs back home.

Moominpappa is actually a character who is torn between wanting freedom and wanting connections. His character is actually first introduced to us in The Moomins and the Great Flood as a father who has left his family to go adventuring. Despite yearning for freedom, Moominpappa does love his family and is actually very fond of his comfortable life. His anxiety about this is explored in that short story where he elopes with the Hattifatteners. He leaves without a warning because he simply wants to adventure and be free. But when he is faces with absolute freedom and all it means, he is simply terrified. In the end Moominpappa returns home to his porch, because that is the place where he can be just as free as a father needs to be.

Another character who is torn between freedom and his connections with others is actually Snufkin. At first it might appear that he is an independent person who has all the best things freedom can offer. In Finn Family Moomintroll, he simply jumps up one day and leaves just because being always in one valley with all these people around him is making him anxious. And just like that, he can also return whenever he feels like it. In Moominsummer Madness he is very late just because he had some business to take care of and in a short story, Spring Tune, he outright states that he does not have to return to Moominvalley at all. But despite his protests, Snufkin is not as free as he would like. He cannot make the spring tune because he keeps thinking about Moomintroll and how much Moomintroll must be missing him. Even his leaving each autumn eventually resembles a rebellion more than actual choice. Snufkin is essentially tied down by his pursue for freedom. In Moominvalley in November he finally realizes that he was free all the time even with the family there, because they always let him be free. That is when he lets go of his pursue and does not leave for that winter. He just does what he feels like, finally truly free.

Moomin family is all about letting others live as they please. Narrator even tells us that in Moomin family, everyone is free to do what they please because they have agreed not to worry about each other. Whenever someone wants to go on an adventure, they can go ahead and do just that. And trust that others will be there to welcome them back. Characters like Snufkin or Moominpappa just need to realize that freedom is not the same as leaving, it’s having the choice to leave or stay as you please. Once again, the character who seems to realize this the best is Little My. She is so independent that she can go by herself whenever she wants but also cares enough about others to happily stay. She never questions the grand philosophy behind freedom or actively pursues it until her shoes are filled with holes. She just does what she wants and that is her freedom.

“There are those who leave and  those who stay, it has always been like that. Everyone can make the choice by themselves, but you have to choose in time, and never give up.”

It’s Really You

Request: “HiI have a request in mind, but you do not want to do it, no problem. You can make a shy reader who does not have many friends until you find a Pennywise and they become best friends.”

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“OK ,how about this … The reader thinks penny is her imaginary friend ,then when people tell her that those don’t exist she tells penny to go away ,and 27 years later after his “sleep” he decides to see how she is doing and she realizes he is real“

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

Warnings: Henry Bowers (I think that’s pretty self explanatory lol)

A/N: I decided to combine both requests together and instead of Pennywise waking up 27 years later the reader will be 5 years old and when she sees him again 10 years later she will be 15.

It was spring and boy were the springs in Derry pretty amazing. Flowers blossomed, rain poured, birds chirped and the grass grew rapidly. You were currently at the park just down the street from your house. Your mother was at work so it was just you and your father at the park. He was watching you as he read a magazine while he sipped his afternoon coffee.

You noticed a figure behind a tree, you had flowers in your hand that you were planning to give your mother but your curiosity made you drop them. Your little 5 year old legs sped off approaching the tree quickly going behind it to see who the figure was. Your dad assumed that you wanted better flowers so he brushed it off.

There stood someone in a big white fluffy costume with big orange pom poms on them. But you couldn’t see their face they were hiding it behind a pyramid of red balloons. You were extremely curious but you were also debating if you should talk to the stranger. Without thinking you decided to speak up.

“Don’t be afraid show your face.” You said.

“I am not afraid.” The voice said. 

He let go of the balloons and that’s when you noticed, he was a clown with white and red face paint on. His fiery orange hair was the feature that stuck out to you the most and the fact that he was really tall.

“Hello Mr. ClownMan!” You said excitedly.

“Hiya darling would you like a balloon?” He asked bending down to your height.

You nodded excitedly as he made a balloon appear from thin air. You giggled happily as you took it. 

What the hell was happening to him? Something like this never happened to Pennywise, if you were any other child you would have been dead by now and in his guts. He felt a warm feeling as if he was growing fond of you. But why why was this even happening?

“Thank you umm-” You struggled wondering what his name was.

“I’m Pennywise The Dancing Clown.” The clown introduced himself. 

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Better Than Medicine (ALiL Deleted Scene)

Summary: (College!AU) In which you have to figure out what to do when Bucky falls asleep on you and you’re hungry.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,769

A/N: @kjs-s requested “Could i please ask for one after the get together chapter in which the reader and Bucky fell asleep on the couch and she wakes up to Steve and Sam having breakfast and commenting on how great of a nurse she is?” I altered the request a bit and it occurs between “The Get Together” and “The First Date”.

“A Lesson in Love” Masterlist + Soundtrack

@avengerstories - forever grateful that you’re my editing partner in crime

Originally posted by wenellyb

By the time the end credits start rolling on Aladdin, Bucky is fast asleep. His arm is curled over your thighs, his face is pressed against the pillow in your lap and his soft snores mix in with the instrumental music playing on the TV. The sleeve of crackers you had instructed him to eat lies empty on the ground along with a second one. Although he refused to admit it out loud, you know he underestimated how hungry he was.

Speaking of underestimating hunger, you can hear your stomach begging you to get some food in your system. You didn’t think to grab a snack when you grabbed crackers for Bucky. Then again, you weren’t anticipating that he’d fall asleep while using you as a pillow.

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anonymous asked:

what are normal things that happen in field archaeology? and what does an archaeologist look like

Ok, normal things that happen in the field, according to my experience and to my friends’ (we haven’t had the chance to go to field school together yet, but hopefully this is the year!):

-it’s too sunny to see the stratigraphy

-it’s too cloudy to see the stratigraphy

-is this a sherd or a rock?

-”Wear the Indiana Jones hat proudly”, says the Professor

-”Clean this structure!”, says Professor; «but it’s just a bunch of roots…», thinks student; Professor stomping around excavation area; Professor is beauty and grace and eventually trips on and destroys said structure; Professor and student look at each other; “I always knew it wasn’t important,” says Professor

-you no longer fill your lungs with air, but with dust and dirt

-you no longer cry tears, but mud

-”Look, I’m digging white dirt!” exclaims rookie student; “You destroyed a bone,” says veteran student

-headquarters in the middle of nowhere, nights dark and chilly, forest all around… it is time for creepy stories

-wildlife appears

-night stroll interrupted upon seeing a pair of big round eyes shining in the dark; “IT’S A LION!!!”; night stroll becomes marathon for survival

-black spot on the wall; black spot moves; black spot is a spider; bring a bucket and a pickaxe and the big shovel and maybe we should call the Professor to help us

-call the Professor

-”Can you pass me the thing?”; “Can you hold me the thing while I measure the thing for the thing?”; “Did you see my thing?”; “Look at the thing I found!”; “Where’s the bucket for special things?”

-building new hills and valleys and mountains with all the dirt covering the Main Objective: you are the Destroyer and Creator of Worlds

-The Good Professor: “Kids, time for the mid-morning snack!” and “Kids, hide everything, it’s lunch time!”

-The Bad Professor: “You are doing it wrong.” and “Stop contaminating my archaeological site with biscuit crumbs, who told you to eat anyway???”

-”If the boars come, drop everything and climb to the trees.”

-who needs sunscreen when you have ochre?

-”Take your feet off my square!”

-metalhead girl finds first piece of bronze of that year’s campaign: let the metal-puns begin!

-Professor brings portable chair; Professor installs portable chair between two glorious oaks; Professor picks a square for himself, sits on dirt and works

-sharing the back of the jeep with material, samples, colleagues and Professor’s portable chair

-you know you’re going on an archaeological mission when the jeep is old and uncomfortable 

-old and uncomfortable jeeps are the best

-overloaded jeep going up and down the mountain, brakes might not work; “We trust you with our lives, (name of the doctorate student driving the jeep). No pressure.”

-look at all these sherds!

-turns out you broke a once perfectly intact jar/dish/whatever, we’ll only know what’s this crap once we glue it back together

-”IT’S A STELE!!” yells rookie student, pointing a piece of broken marble

-”I found a pretty shell in that shell midden!”

-digging Roman ruins wearing no hard hat = YOLO

-asking the metalhead girl the secret behind walking around with safety boots when it’s 35ºC

-disconnected from the world

-waking up at 6 a.m. to the Indiana Jones theme; chicken and pork for breakfast; pick up Professor at 7 a.m.; work starts at 8 a.m.; everybody is joyful and happy and it is a beautiful day

-”A friend just called from (some other Professor’s excavation site); do you guys want to hear the gossip???”

-gossip is a sexual scandal, everybody laughs and is very happy to be in the opposite side of the country

-field drawing

-field stick-men drawing

-Professor fell asleep on his square

-”Do we have insurance?” asks rookie student; “What the fuck is that?” asks veteran student

And finally…

An archaeologist looks like the hate child of a Special Ops and a partisan. 

Yongguk\Reader\Namjoon | So, You Don’t Love Her? (M)

Originally posted by missbaptan

Originally posted by rapnamu

Request: Namjoon + reader + yongguk daddy kink smut??

Genre: smut. daddy kink. poly!relationship. the tinest itty bitty pinch of angst, i can’t stress the smallness more.

Warning: dirty talk. overstimulation. oral. praise kink. orgasm fixation.
Length: 4.5k

Summary: After meeting Namjoon and Yongguk and being proposed to join a poly relationship with them, you all started a happy life.

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Namjoon was a cold man. Not in a cruel way, just in the way that he didn’t like to let his emotions show. He was only 22 but he was wildly successful. He had a head position at the company he worked at.

The thing about Namjoon is, he likes control. Everything must be done the way he wants, and he expects his rules to be followed. He was a tickler for rules and order. He plans everything out and gets it done.

Yongguk is the clear opposite. He was a warm man with a gummy smile that lit up the room. He was the oldest of the three of you, 27. He was a mechanic, well he owned the shop, so he often came home a mess. His curly hair matted to his face from sweat, and blotches of grease and oil on his clothes and skin.

Yongguk was a free spirit. He was spontaneous, often going out in the middle of the night for a random food run. He was a soft, kind man. He never lost his temper and he was always gentle to those he loved.

And then there’s you. The girl who has both these men wrapped around your finger.

-

You had met Namjoon first. You two met in a coffee shop in the winter time. He had been sitting in the corner, working on his laptop. His blonde hair had been pushed back off his forehead, showing the deep furrow in his brows. He had been gnawing on his lip in concentration. He was incredibly handsome.

You had just gotten your hair done that day and were feeling confident, so you approached him. He had greeted you with a brow raised, leaning back in his seat with his hands folded over his stomach.

“What can I help you with, darling?” He had asked in a smooth voice. It had sent shivers down your spine. You quickly lost your confidence and began to flounder.

He had smirked, “Have a seat then.”

So, you did. And the two of you hit it off quickly. You talked for a while, drinking your coffees and enjoying each other company. By the end, you had exchanged numbers and began meeting casually.

-

It wasn’t long afterwards that you met Yongguk. Your car had been having troubles so you had been advised to take it in to the local mechanic’s shop, a suggestion by Namjoon himself. The one Bang Yongguk worked in. What a dream meeting.

He had come out from the back, a ratty wife-beater on his slender frame that was grease stains all over it. A large chest tattoo was on full display along with various arm tattoos. He came to the reception desk, wiping his hands off on a rag.

“Hey sweetheart, something I can help with?” His voice was so deep it shocked you. He looked at you, breaking out into a kind, gummy smile. God, he was beautiful.

“U-Um…yeah…my car’s been making a rattling noise for the past week…I was advised to come get it checked…” You said, your voice had trailed off as he lifted his wife-beater to wipe the sweat off his face. It revealed his toned abdomen and left a smudge of grease on his face.

“Sure honey, let me get some forms for you to fill out.”

He had checked out your car and given the proper care. As you were leaving, he had suddenly asked you on a date. You had quickly agreed.

-

It was only a couple months later that you found out the two of them were actually friends. At first you had been embarrassed about having been caught chatting with two men. But they assured you that there was nothing wrong with it.

“You’re a beautiful single woman, ____.” Yongguk had said, a shy smile on his face.

“We don’t mind if you see us both, darling.” Namjoon had added after taking a sip of some expensive champagne.

After seeing them both for a while, they had suddenly sat you down.

“_____, there’s something we should tell you.” He took off a pair of glasses he was wearing and placed them on the table, before folding his hands in front of him. He always looked like he was in a business meeting, not that you complained because he looked sexy as hell doing it.

Yongguk on the other hand, was lounging back in the seat drinking a coke. His chocolate eyes darted between the two of you.

“What is it?” You asked, frowning.

“Yongguk and I have a…proposition for you. Something that would surely benefit all three of us.” Namjoon liked to draw things out. He took forever to get to the point.

You guessed Yongguk got tired of it too because he blurted out, “What do you think about polyamory?”

Namjoon heaved a sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Have you no finesse, Yongguk?”

The tattooed man had only giggled as he sipped his coke.

“Polyamory? You mean having multiple partners?” You asked, earning a nod from Namjoon. Yongguk had almost finished his coke by now, never even putting the cup down.

“You see, ____, Yongguk and I have an agreement. We both willingly share a woman if she consents to it. And since we both like you a considerable amount, we figured we should ask what you think. I know you like both of us too, that’s what we were hoping for.”  He took a soft breath, glancing at Yongguk. “We both completely understand if you want no part of this, a lot of people find this…arrangement…to be rather strange.”

Yongguk, finishing his drink and putting his cup down, spoke up again. “We just need a yes or no from you, sweetheart.”

“But we won’t rush you. Take all the time you need to think about this. Research it if you must, or contact us if you have any questions about it.”

“Joon, why do you have to make everything sound like you’re closing a business deal?”

“I am a business man.”

“But ____ isn’t a business partner!”

“Are you really going to argue with me on this Yongguk?”

You giggled, their bickering always made you laugh. Mostly because of the opposite dynamic between the two of them.

“I will think about it, guys.” You had assured.

-

And it took about 2 weeks before you had contacted Namjoon to tell him you wanted to meet again to give them your answer.

You three met at a fancy restaurant. Yongguk was there first and you sat down with him while you both waiting for Namjoon to show up.

“Whatever your answer is, _____, I just want you to know that both of us have really enjoyed having you around. It’s…been a while since our last relationship. We’ve both been hoping that we’d meet someone.” Yongguk was speaking seriously, looking out the window. Probably looking for Namjoon’s car.

“How long’s it been?” You asked, watching him purse his lips at the question.

“Eh…I’d say 2 and a half years.” He mumbled. “It didn’t end well last time. The girl we were with…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.” Suddenly, his eyes widened. “B-But he’s over her now. I- We both are, I mean. W-We wouldn’t be asking you to do this if we weren’t you know-“

You gigged, about to assure the man when Namjoon approached to table with a sigh.

“Meeting took longer than expected, sorry.”

“Don’t worry about it. We were just having a nice talk.” You smiled, watching him discard his blazer and put it on the back of the chair beside him.

“So, I don’t think there’s any point in postponing it. What’s your answer, ____?”

“Joon! Be more gentle about it! You’ll scare her off if you keep up this cold-guy façade!”

“It’s not a façade.”

“You- “

“I agree to it.” You giggled out before they could begin bickering more.

“You do?” Yongguk asked, a big guy smile spreading across his face.

You nodded, your hair bouncing around your face as Yongguk heaved a sigh of relief.

“Waiter, a bottle of your finest champagne please!” Namjoon bustled, with a smile on his face that showed off his dimples.

-

A year passed. The relationship between the two of you was going smoothly. You had moved in with them, as it turned out they had been living together for years. Both men had opened their door to you with open arms. You all quickly fell into a routine.

Yongguk left in the morning at 5 to open up shop and get everything ready for the day. Then Namjoon left at 9 to get to the office. You stayed home, doing some house work and spending the day cooking for both men for when they got home.

At the beginning of the relationship you tried to convince them to let you keep your job waitressing, and they did. Until they realized how run down you had become. Then they began to raise their protests. But when you came home crying because of a rude customer and your boss screaming at you for how you responded, they officially told you to quit.

You felt bad because you didn’t want to depend on them like that, but they assured you they both made enough money. And they said if you managed to find another job that wasn’t waitressing, to go for it. But you didn’t, so you’ve remained like this.

You couldn’t complain, it was a nice way to spend your days.

Unfortunately, during your time alone at the apartment one day, you got a visitor. You had been washing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Heaving a sigh, you wiped your hands off on a rag while walking to the door to answer.

When you opened the door, there was a girl there. She was probably a little older than you. Her brown hair was curled and fell around her shoulders, her lips were painted red and she wore an expensive pair of sunglasses. Judging by her Gucci purse, you could only assume the skin tight red dress and 6 inch black heels she wore were also designer.

When she heard the door open, she smiled brightly only to see it was you and the smile faded.

“Oh…who are you? Where are Joon and Guk?” Her voice held some degree of malice.

Joon and Guk? They must be close. You thought.

“They’re not home yet. Yongguk should be home in about 15 minutes.”

“Oh, I know when he’ll be home honey.” She said, eying you up and down. “I guess I’ll come back another day. What a pain.” She flipped her hair over her shoulder with a sigh.

“I can take your name and give it to them if you’d like.”

She furrowed her brows and spoke again. “Who are you anyway? A house sitter?”

You chuckled. “Ah, no. I’m their…uh…roommate.”

“I see. Anyway, don’t bother telling them I was here I’ll just come by again when one of them’s home.”

With that, she turned around and clicked her way down the hallway. The oven timer started going off so you shut the door and hurried over to get the food out.

Right on time, Yongguk strode through the door with a loud greeting.

“Dinner ready, babygirl? Joon should be home soon, he called to say he needed to pick up some wine or something, you know him.”

“Yeah, it’s ready. You can start eating if you’d like.” You didn’t bother telling him about the visitor, as she told you not too. To be honest, you didn’t really care enough.

“Nah, I’ll wait.”

And Namjoon came home with two bottles of wine, sat down for dinner with you two. You stayed up together for a little while before you all headed to bed.

To be honest, you completely forgot about the female visitor until she showed up again on a Sunday a month and a half later.

This time she was wearing a babypink graphic tee over a pair of ripped jeans and a pair of nude heels. Her brown hair was up and she didn’t have any sunglasses on. She was…incredibly beautiful. Model material.

“Oh, you again. They home?” She asked, forsaking a greeting.

“Um…Yongguk is.” You said.

“Cool,” you sputtered in surprise as she barged her way into the house. “Gukkie, baby!”

Baby?

Yongguk came wandering out of the bedroom with a confused look on his face but it changed into a glare. You’d never seen such a nasty look on that man’s face.

“Keiko…” He clicked his jaw in annoyance. “The fuck are you doing here?”

“Don’t act like that, baby. I came to talk to you and Joonie. I want to explain everythi-“ Yongguk held up his hand.

“Save it, Keiko. Neither of us care anymore.”

“Well obviously you do, or else you wouldn’t look so angry with me.”

“I’m not angry with you, I’m angry that you have the balls to show up here after what you did.” Yongguk stormed through the living room towards the door. “I suggest you leave before Namjoon gets here.”

“No, I’m going to wait for him. We both know he’s always been the sensible one.”

There was a pregnant pause that Yongguk took to glare a hole through the girl.

“Um…what’s going on?” You asked softly, drawing their attention to you.

She was about to say something when the door opened, bumping Yongguks shoulder.

“Shit, sorry.” Namjoon said, patting his shoulder before shutting the door. He hadn’t noticed Keiko’s presence yet. But when he did, he straightened up.

“What the fuck are you doing here, Keiko?” He repeated the same thing Yongguk did earlier. “Get the fuck out of this house right now or I’ll throw you out myself.”

“Joonie, baby…”

“Don’t call me that. You lost that privilege years ago. To show up here isn’t only stupid but disrespectful.” He seethed.

“Disrespectful?” The other girl ground out. “To who! I’m just trying to fix things.”

“To me and Yongguk and most importantly _____.” He shouted, gesturing angrily to you, making you jump.

“It’s been 3 and half years since you cheated on us Keiko. We’ve moved on. We have _____ now.” Yongguk said, pulling you against his side.

“We don’t need you. We don’t want you, Keiko.” Namjoon snarled, getting into her face. “Leave.”

Keiko scoffed, her eyes tearing up. You didn’t know if it was in humiliation or if she was really upset she lost them. Either way, she stormed out of the house and slammed the door, making you jump.

“What the heck was that about…?” You whispered.

“Who the fuck cares.” Namjoon snarled before storming out of the living room to his office.

Yongguk sighed, wandering to the couch to sit down.

“Guk, what-“

“I don’t want talk about it _____.”

“But-“

“No, _____. Drop it.” Yongguk hissed, before he too disappeared. This time to the bedroom.

You sighed, sinking into the spot Yongguk just vacated.

-

You huffed softly, sitting on the couch watching an old drama rerun. Things have been tense in the house since Keiko came around to stir the pot. Namjoon’s barely been home, picking up extra hours at the office to avoid the house. And Yongguk has been angrier, losing his temper on the smallest shit.

You’d basically been walking on eggshells, and quite frankly you were growing tired of it.

Yongguk was holed away in the bedroom, doing god knows what.

Probably sulking you mused.

It was 11:45 before Namjoon strode through the door. He looked a mess. His tie was pulled down and his hair was everywhere like he had been messing with it all day. And moreso, he smelled like he’d been drinking.

That wasn’t unusual, but he never drank to get drunk.

“What are you doing up?” He snapped, throwing his blazer on a coat hook.

“Just…can’t sleep…” You mumbled, careful not to say something to piss him off.

“Well go to bed. I don’t want you up.”

You scoffed, “That’s a bit rude.”

“Don’t test me _____.” He growled.

“What’s going on with you Namjoon?” You ground out. “You’ve been acting like this ever since Keiko came. You and Yongguk. Why are you both doing this?” Your voice had slowly risen throughout your questioning. You could hear Yongguk open the bedroom door, signaling he was joining the scene.

“Don’t talk to me like that _____. Watch your mouth.”

You rolled your eyes. “Stop the act Namjoon. You’re the one acting like an asshole. You and Yongguk. I get you’re both upset about her showing up, but I don’t deserve to be treated like this! Why are you even so bothered by this, she cheated on you! She doesn’t deserve you acting so upset over this!”

“Don’t you think I fucking know that, _____?!” Namjoon shouted, getting into your face. “And don’t you fucking talk about her like that.”

Yongguk was standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall watching it all unfold.

“What, are you still in love with her? Is that what the problem is?” You whispered.

You watched Namjoon still and swallow sharply, obviously hesitating. “I’m going to shower.” Is all he said before he stormed to the bathroom.

You scoffed in disbelief, sitting back down as you felt the sting of tears.

“Don’t mind that, sweetheart. I’ll talk to him.” Yongguks baritone reverberated through the room before he left you alone with your thoughts.

“…she cheated on us. Some post British guy. Namjoon was furious and refused to try again even though I was down to searching again. It took him a while to get over her.”

Yongguks words passed through your mind.

Did Keiko showing back up make Namjoon’s feelings come back?

You decided to sleep on the couch that night. You couldn’t stomach sleeping with them after what just happened. You fell asleep watching nighttime television and holding in your tears.

A few days passed before they finally sat you down to talk to you about it all.

“I know if you’re angry with us _____, I completely understand…” Namjoon mumbled, dropping his face into his hands. You kept your eyes on Yongguk who sat across from you in the arm chair, giving you a reassuring smile.

“Why’d you behave like that?” You asked, biting your lip to stop the quiver in your voice from showing too much.

Namjoon sighed. “_____, it’s complicated.”

“No, it’s not Namjoon.” Yongguk grumbled.

“I was just…hurt I guess.” Namjoon whispered, looking up at you. “Being cheated on after devoting yourself to a relationship like that…I was so hurt afterwards. I didn’t have to deal with her all this time. Then she just showed up acting like we were the ones who wanted her. Like we would wait for her after what she did? It pissed me off so much. I just…took it out on you. On both of you.”

“Dumbass.” Yongguk grumbled.

Namjoon chuckled. “I know…____…don’t you have anything to say?”

You sighed. “I guess I can understand that, Namjoon…”

“Atta girl.” Yongguk praised. “Now, what do you say we take this to the bedroom for some passionate, hot make-up sex?”

“Real subtle Guk.”

“I am who I am, Joon.”

“You’re a joke.”

“Tell me that while ____ choking on my dick.”

-

Your bare back hit the bed, making you bounce slightly. In an instant, Namjoon was over you with his lips attached to your neck. He was creating little red marks all over the sensitive skin, drawing tiny whimpers from your lips.

Yongguk, who had shed his shirt, climbed in behind you so you could lean against his lap.

“Joon’s got a treat for you, babygirl.” He ground out, feeling your weight against his hard on in his jeans.

Namjoon’s rough hands spread your legs, exposing your wet pussy to his eyes for the first time in a long while.

“Shit babygirl, look at that…so fucking wet…”

“You want Joonie to eat your little cunt, baby?” Yongguk asked, brushing your hair out of your face.

“Yes!” You cried out, feeling Namjoon’s breath against your wetness.

“Yes, what baby?”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Fuck, that’s it. Call me that again.” Namjoon commanded, you could see him grinding against the bed.

Then, in a flash he was eating your cunt for all he was worth. His tongue slid desperately against your clit, drawing cries from you. He was slurping up every drop you gave him. He was moaning like a madman into your cunt as he tasted you.

“Fuck, that’s it Joon. Does our babygirl taste good? Huh? How’s her cunt taste?”

Namjoon pulled back with a groan to look at Yongguk over your shoulder.

“So fucking good. She’s so fucking sweet.” Namjoon suddenly introduced his fingers, sliding in two slender digits into your gripping pussy. “God, _____, I’m gonna make you cum so hard.”

“Ah, Daddy, that feels suh-so good!” You whined, gripping Yongguk’s biceps behind you, trying to keep yourself grounded while Namjoon dove back in to swirl his tongue around your clit.

“Joonie eating your pussy good baby?” Yongguk asked with a groan, feeling his cock throb in its confinement.

Namjoon’s tongue was a work of magic. His tongue swirling wildly against the pulsing nub of your clit. His fingers sliding in and out of you, kissing your g-spot with every pass, causing your hips to jerk. Yongguk’s hands weren’t idle either, their cupped your breasts and pinched your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“She’s gonna cum.” Namjoon announced, feeling your cunt hugging his intruding fingers.

“Fuck yeah she is. Cum baby.” Yongguk growled. “Cum for your Daddies.”

Your back arched, your nails sinking into Yongguk’s tan skin. Your cunt convulsed around Namjoon’s fingers and his tongue continued to swirl around your clit, making your legs shake around his head. Namjoon spent a moment after your orgasm subsided cleaning you up, drinking up every drop of cum you gave him. Then, he slid his fingers out of your and left a fleeting kiss on your clit.

“Daddy’s gonna fuck you now, sweetheart.” Namjoon ground out, discarding his black boxers on the floor somewhere.

Yongguk sat behind you, the picture of self-control, lightly petting your hair as your body continued to lightly tremble from the force of your orgasm.

“Fuck, look at that pretty little cunt, Guk.”

“So pink and wet…” Yongguk rasped, licking his lips as his fingers trailed down your body to lightly pet your pulsing heat. He spread your lips open with his fingers, letting Namjoon watch as a drop of your cum dripped out, making the younger man groan.

“That’s it, I need to fuck you babygirl.”

Namjoon pinned your legs open before guiding his cock into your entrance. You both shared a moan of pleasure at the feeling of him stretching your walls. He didn’t pause for a second before pulling out and slamming back into you. Yongguk pinned your hips down to keep you from grinding against Namjoon’s cock.

“You’re so fucking tight around me, Princess.” Namjoon ground out. “I want you to cum again, baby.”

Yongguk took that initiative by using his fingers to attack your clit. The cry you let out caused both men to groan. Namjoon increased his pace, driving his cock into your clutching pussy. It didn’t take long before you are erupting in orgasm again, the last one you had making you sensitive to both men’s touches.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Namjoon gasped out, his hips faltering before driving into you faster. The sound of his hips meeting your skin filled the room. You continued to write underneath Namjoon, desperately trying to dislodge Yongguks fingers from your oversensitive clit that he continued to circle despite your orgasm having passed.

“She’s holding my cock so tight. Keep doing that Guk.” Namjoon encouraged, ignoring your whines of overstimulation.

Suddenly, Namjoon drove his cock into you to the hilt, letting his cum fill you up with a loud groan of your name. His head fell backwards while his body trembled from the force of his orgasm. His cock began to soften inside you before he pulled it out.

“Shit, so fucking good babygirl.” He whispered, panting against your lips as he planted a delicate kiss on them.

Then, he switched places with Yongguk.

You leaned your back against Namjoon’s chest while Yongguk took his place between your legs. He quickly discarded his jeans and boxers, letting his hard cock out.

“Fuck I’m so hard, I’m not gonna last long at all sweetheart.” Yongguk’s strong hands, callused from years of working on cars, pinned your legs together and up against your chest. “Hold her there, Joon.”

Namjoon wrapped his hand around your legs so you couldn’t get out of the position. You whimpered softly, feeling exposed to Yongguk’s gaze as he watched your pussy drip for him.

“Shh babygirl, Daddy’s here.” Namjoon whispered, leaning down to kiss your head.

Without warning, you felt the hot head of Yongguk’s dick against the wet lips of your cunt. Then, he was sliding in and you were crying out. The position allowed him to hammer directly into your g-spot, never failing in making your body twitch at the onslaught of pleasure it offered. His thrusts were a little sloppy, probably because of how desperate he was to cum. But, he would never dare neglect you.

His punishing thrusts were bringing you closer to orgasm, already sensitive to his touches.

“Play with her clit, Joon. Make her cum around my cock.”

Namjoon chuckled at the little squeal you emitted at his soft fingers on your sensitive button. His finger was cupped between your folds, not allowing you to wiggle away from the sensation. Your eyes rolled back in your head as you began to cum.

“Daddy!” You cried out. “Fuck, Daddy! That feels so good.”

“That’s a good girl. Cumming so fucking good for your Daddies. Shit, I’m gonna cum too.” Yongguk was letting out raspy moans, keeping a steady pace with his hips, fucking you through the orgasm that flowed through your body making you tremble and tear up with pleasure.

A shock of heat in your pussy made you whimper, loving the feeling of your Daddy’s cum filling you up. Yongguk gave a couple more thrusts, letting his orgasm ride into slight overstimulation, something he loved. After a few trembles, he pulled out and Namjoon dropped your legs, letting them fall to the bed.

“Shit, that was good.” Yongguk sighed, falling to the bed beside you and Namjoon who was lightly petting your hair as you calmed down.

After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“So…you don’t love her?”

Yongguk chuckled and Namjoon groaned.

“No baby. I don’t love her. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You giggled, nuzzling his bare tummy.

“Hey, what about me!” Yongguk whined.

“Who invited you?”

“Hey!”


it’s shit im sorry but ive been working on it for like a week so here it is.

anonymous asked:

Since we will all be suffering for a month until the new update, do you have anything you recommend; manga or anime?

YASSSS but these are mostly shoujo and 1 or 2 of seinen manga so if you’re looking for more yaoi/yuri sorry. 

  • Hare Kon (Smut) by Non

“Koharu, tired of all the men in her life being lying, married philanderers, decides to move back home, away from the city. Once there she finds her family saddled with a huge debt and no way out until a handsome but creepy stranger offers to pay the debt, at the same time asking…”

THIS GETS REALLY GOOD AS IT GOES ON! As long as you don’t mind having traditional views of love being tested.

  • Madame Petit by Takao Shigeru 

“It’s the 1920s and Mariko, age 16, is married to a man 30 years her senior. She’s honestly happy to be his wife and really excited to board the Orient Express in Turkey on their honeymoon trip. But her life takes a rapid turn when her husband is discovered dead after the first night on board… And that’s only the start of Mariko’s great adventure.”

This one too gets really better. It was kind of boring at the first but action follows later :)

  • Hachimitsu ni Hatsukoi by Minase Ai

“I don’t have family, friends, or a boyfriend. But there’s someone I love. We have that strange relationship: childhood friend.” 

The heroine is not your typical shoujo heroine, she’s absolutely strong in her feelings and it’s actually admirable. 

  • Nekota no Koto ga Ki ni Natte Shikatanai

“Amane Mikiko, better known as Mikki, is an elementary school student who moves a lot and has to transfer schools often. As soon as she makes friends, she has to painfully say goodbye to them. She is determined to not make any new friends at her new school, but if doesn’t exactly go her way…”

LOL I love mystery so I was like ??? why is he like that. Finished it and it was so fluffy and cute.

  • Escape Journey (BL) by Ogeretsu Tanaka 

“In college, Naoto has an unexpected reunion with ex-boyfriend Taichi who he broke up with for denouncing him as “sexual gratification.”

It’s very relatable, breaking up with the one you love so you have that heavy feeling in your heart and wonder if you let the right one go. It’s a story of growth between these two so definitely give it a try. 

  • Tsubaki-chou Lonely Planet by Yamamori Mika

“Ohno Fumi is a poor 2nd-year high school student. Because of her father’s debts, she’s kicked out of her own home and has to rely on her own connections to survive. Thus begins her life living with and housekeeping for a writer…” 

I thought this was a really cute story with some fantastic drawing. Makes me wish I was a high school student in Japan LOL.

  • Omoi, Omoware, Furi, Furare by Sakisaka Io

“The story centers around Yuna and Akari who have two very different views of love: Yuna is someone who sees love as a dream and Akari is someone who is very realistic about her romance choices. Meanwhile, there are two boys, Kazuomi and Rio, who also have very different views of love.” 

Very very very good! A nice pace but with the right enough of plot progress to not be frustrated. 

  • Liar x Liar by Kindaichi Renjuuro 

“One day, on a whim, twenty-year-old Minato decides to walk around the city dressed in her friend’s cute high school uniform. To her horror, she ends up running into her stepbrother, Tooru.”

It’s sadly in hiatus until August but OMG! Fucking finally there’s some action with these two. 

  • Yatamoto (BL) by Harada

“Momo with no ambitions, is the ultimate scum, good-for-nothing guy. Yata-chan is a chill, caring, and naive youth. During their meeting in a public bathroom…” 

Bruh this story got no chill. That’s all I’m going to say. 

  • Saezuru Tori wa Habatakanai (BL) by Yoneda Kou 

“Yakuza Yashiro, who only ever loved Kageyama, meets a new bodyguard, Doumeki Chikara. Unfortunately, the latter is impotent.” 

No matter what anyone says, this is fucking amazing. FUCKING AMAZING!

Hybrid!Jiyong [ Cat ]

Originally posted by jiyongs

▪ Annoying little shit
▪ Always curls his tail around your arm
▪ Ears generally laid back
▪ Gets shy about his ears, and tail
▪ Moody
▪ So moody
▪ Tad dumb
▪ Gets excited over the smallest things
▪ “Look how pretty” - him
▪ “Ji, that’s the same bird that comes around every morning.” - you
▪ He didn’t hear a word you said tbh
▪ He has his random ‘violent’ moments
▪ He’ll be sitting there
▪ Both of you doing nothing
▪ And, he’ll randomly comment;
▪ ‘I have a severe urge to start a fire.’
▪ ‘…Please don’t.’
▪ Jealous
▪ “I’ll be back later.’ - you
▪ ‘Where are you going?’
▪ ‘Out, with friends–’ - you
▪ He stays quiet for a few seconds
▪ ‘Guy friends?’
▪ ‘Yes, father. I have friends who happen to be male.’
▪ Nods and just settles on the couch
▪ Overthinks the whole time you’re gone
▪ Probably sniffles a bit to himself
▪ But, easily distracts himself at some point
▪ Takes care of your hungover ass
▪ Doesn’t talk to you, though
▪ Still bitter over you ‘going out with other guys’ instead of ‘spending time with your favorite person.’
▪ Can’t help but wonder if you don’t like him because of the cat pieces
▪ One day decides to hide his ears with a beanie
▪ Tail curled up to hide, as well
▪ Though, it doesn’t take long before it becomes uncomfortable
▪ One day, you notice he looks like he’s in pain
▪ ‘Ji?’
▪ ‘Hm?’
▪ ‘You okay?’
▪ He hesitates for a good three minutes
▪ Eventually just uncurls his tail
▪ Not without a whimper
▪ The kinked up appendage swaying behind him
▪ ‘Why’d you have it curled so long?’
▪ ‘And, you know your ears bother you if you have them tucked back too long.’
▪ You say, taking his hat off, and beginning to pay attention to his tail
▪ ‘I- didn’t think you liked them.’
▪ You are a bit dumbfounded
▪ ‘What? Why? If I didn’t like them, you wouldn’t be in my house-’
▪ ‘No n o, I mean…’
▪ He becomes awkward as shit
▪ ‘Are you hungry? Let’s go out for dinner.’
▪ Avoids the topic at all costs
▪ He’s a wild person
▪ He doesn’t need to be tied down
▪ He needs to just let it go and live freely
▪ Over time, he gets to the point of dealing with his ‘non existent’ feelings
▪ Until you show up with another man
▪ ‘Ji! This is Kyungil, I wanted you two to finally meet.’
▪ And, he snapped
▪ Hell no
▪ No one was allowed to hold your hand
▪ Or kiss you
▪ Or even breathe that close to you
▪ No one, but him
▪ He made this clear
▪ One night
▪ After you two had, had your weekly movie night
▪ And ended up in bed together
▪ You panicked
▪ He shut you up with a kiss
▪ ‘Stop yelling. It’s too early for that, shit.’
▪ You just kind of stare at him
▪ ‘I’m only saying this once. I love you, y/n, and, I’m not taking no for an answer.’
▪ With that, he curled his tail around your thigh
▪ And, cuddled back up to get some more sleep
▪ A month of contemplation
▪ Explanations
▪ Hell hole of feelings
▪ Literally a shit month
▪ You both finally settled down in this relationship-thing
▪ As he called it
▪ You didn’t exactly have a title
▪ But, if someone touched you
▪ He’d probably claw them to pieces

Originally posted by rudeboywonho

▪ Forehead kisses
▪ Temple kisses
▪ Hand in your back pocket
▪ Arm on your waist
▪ Tail curled around your limb
▪ Matching hair colors
▪ Clothes
▪ Tattoos
▪ Would literally buy you the world
▪ You are pampered
▪ His Queen
▪ Ironically, calls you his Kitten
▪ Insists that you pick out a collar for him
▪ ‘Why?’
▪ ‘So everyone knows to return me to you.’
▪ ‘Gag me-’
▪ You say, rolling your eyes
▪ You don’t miss the smirk, and eyebrow wiggle he offers
▪ Vanilla
▪ So vanilla
▪ Well unless he’s in a pissy mood

Originally posted by jeonvguk

Pro’s;
▪ You mean the world to him
▪ Your the only one allowed to touch his ears, and tail
▪ Is very gentle with you
▪ Does everything to make you smile
▪ Lets you do basically whatever you want
▪ ‘Hey, Ji- can I paint your nails?’
▪ He’ll gladly stretch his hands out to you
▪ ‘Can I dye your hair?’
▪ Moves to drop his head on your lap
▪ He’s your canvas
▪ Have at it
▪ He really does care for you
▪ Very deeply
▪ If you’re unhappy
▪ He’s unhappy
▪ He’s gotta do anything to make you happy
▪ God help them if anyone upsets you
▪ They might go missing
▪ Likes to - attempt - cook for you
▪ Always sets up little dates
▪ Keeping things spontaneous
▪ Fun
▪ If you have kids, he’d gladly watch them if you went out
▪ Oddly responsible for being basically a mental child

Originally posted by baeksee

Cons;
▪ Once again: m o o d y
▪ He’s a cat
▪ What did you expect
▪ Has a small drop of anger issues
▪ Jealousy
▪ Gets a bit cocky
▪ Like he’s God’s gift to the world
▪ He gets insecure
▪ Sometimes to the point you might fight
▪ Might nit-pick over tiny things
▪ Whines when you go hang out with others
▪ Needs a fair amount of attention
▪ Still has his panics about his ears and tail
▪ Might get annoying - depending on who you are and how you deal -
▪ You aren’t allowed to have a pet
▪ ‘But whhhhhhy?’
▪ ‘Am I not enough- I mean, I am a cat.’
▪ Likes to tear things up
▪ Like will literally sit and tear paper or something
▪ Just because he can

Originally posted by fantastic--babies

▪ He likes doing little things
▪ Painting on you
▪ Biting on you
▪ Just touching you
▪ Licks you a l o t
▪ Your neck is his canvas
▪ Hips, too
▪ Likes doodling on your arms
▪ Loves when you wear his clothes
▪ Likes to sing to you
▪ But
▪ He also thoroughly enjoys being on the other end of things
▪ When you cook for him
▪ Play games with him
▪ He really loves when you read to him
▪ Or just tell him stories
▪ Likes hearing your voice in general
▪ Forts
▪ He likes anything that is fun
▪ Adventurous
▪ But
▪ Would basically enjoy the Earth catching fire if he was with you.

Originally posted by nikaiv

In the end, Jiyong is your prince. He loves you, respects you, and wants to make sure you have the happiest life you can- whatever you want, need, want to go, want to do; he’s going to make it happen.


Requests are OPEN.