precious baby let me love you

Dragon Age Romances in one sentence

Alistair: Here’s a rose, I love you, be my queen please!

Leliana: Let me sing you a song, then you can fight my ex.

Morrigan: Up for an Old God baby?

Zevran: Evil assassin is actually precious cinnamon roll.

Anders: *coughs nervously* …My bad?

Fenris: Teach the grumpy lyrium elf how to read and get dumped for several years.

Isabela: Totally no feelings at all *has all the feelings*

Merrill: Demon befriending blood mage is hella cute.

Sebastian: I love you, but I love Andraste more.

Blackwall: Big bearded puppy turns into big bearded puppy with tortured past.

Cassandra: Fluffiest fluff that ever fluffed.

Cullen: Oh look a dog, marry me please.

Dorian: Snark and sarcasm to hide lots and lots of fluff.

Iron Bull: Lots of sex, followed by the funniest scene in the whole game, which in turn is followed by cutest scene in entire game.

Josephine: Precious cinnamon roll.

Sera: Bees, cookies, pranks and adorable nicknames, also epic wedding.

Solas: Watch your heart being ripped into tiny shreds and cast into oblivion.

Call me baby, call me princess, call me angel. Buy me things and let me sit on your lap, play with my hair and treat me like a precious little angel. Touch my thighs like you can’t get enough, kiss me and love me forever.

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LONG FANART POST


1- @ask-caramel-prince, I LOVE CARAMEL’S PRINCE CLOTHES, HE’S MY PRECIOUS BABY, YOUR ART IS PRECIOUS CHARAY

2- @steelsoldier, the guy who makes all the animations in my comics and gifs for the blog. THUMBS UP FOR YOU, I AM YOUR FAN, thank you for everything you do ;v;<3333

3- @ask-edgykids, New askblog around with nice art and neat character designs, i like uvu

4- @second-chanceau, Zi, your determination to improve your art and learn new things always inspires me and makes me want to draw more! You’re really sweet bro uvu//

Let’s Do Something (Mark Lee x Reader)

Hey everyone! I’m back the day after Christmas to give you my late present! Just because Christmas has passed doesn’t mean the winter season is over, actually, to me, it’s only just begun! This precious fluff is where your boyfriend Mark takes you back to Vancouver with him during winter break and cuteness ensues. This one is filled to the brim with young love and realizing that Mark Lee is growing into a man now! fight me he is a grown up big boy now no longer is he a baby lmao

P.S. Enjoy you some of my smol boyfriend, I would DIE for Mark lmao

Originally posted by nctmark

The hypnotic sound of rain beating against leaves stirred you from your jet lag induced sleep, a shiver running up your body as a chill ran underneath your blanket and raced across your skin. From the floor next to your bed, you heard an endearingly loud snore. Situated on the floor by the window on a barely inflated blow up mattress was Mark, his limbs skewed akimbo as he dozed peacefully. He didn’t seem to mind the morning chill at all, you observed, granted he was from here. You pulled your legs closer, curling up under a blanket that smelled like him, something like fresh laundry and his unique home smell.

You peeked out the window who had its curtains wide open, looking out into a mass of trees that reminded you of a rain forest you’d seen in a nature documentary. The sun wasn’t out, but the puffy clouds that blocked it out produced a bright white light. Might as well get up, you thought as you clicked open your phone to read the time. It was late in the morning, almost noon, and your chances of waking Mark up were approximately .1%, yet you would persevere.

You rolled over in bed and let your arm fall near his head, playing with the messy faded pink waves from his latest comeback. As you languidly studied your boyfriend and played with his hair, you thought how thankful you were that he had asked you to spend his winter break with him back home in Vancouver. You were extremely eager to meet his friends, visit Canada for the first time, and finally see his parents in person. You’d never met his parents face to face, having only ever video chatted with them or called them on the phone. You weren’t disappointed either, with anything. Vancouver was beautiful, with its somehow pretty rainy weather, rainforest-like foliage, and the many different things to do, both in the city and out. The moment you touched down, Mark’s parents had greeted the two of you warmly, like it wasn’t your first time seeing them, it touched your heart greatly. The two of you had ate a delicious home cooked dinner courtesy of Mrs. Lee, and then immediately collapsed in bed, barely mumbling good night, love you as you passed out.

Mark stirred under your hand as it slid down to trace the curve of his nose before tickling his Cupid’s bow. You smiled in amusement as he scrunched his face, amazed at the fact he hadn’t woken yet from all your poking.

You cooed gently, brushing his smooth cheek with your fingers, “Mark…”

He gave a whiny groan, eyes opening just enough to make out your outline. Without a word he lazily grabbed your arm and pulled you out of bed and down to the air mattress with him. You made a surprised sound as your hip hit the floor uncomfortably, Mark’s arms wrapping around you sleepily and cuddling you into his chest. You blushed when your hands met with the muscles of his chest, always seeming to forget that Mark was finally growing into his body. You gave a defeated sigh and snaked your arms around him, hugging him as close as you could, “Mark, we should get up.”

He gave a noncommittal grunt, meaning he really had no plan of moving anytime soon. His deep and croaky morning voice brought a smile to your lips as he groggily mumbled, “Why can’t we just stay in and cuddle?”

“Mark~,” you whined, wiggling in his grip.

“_______~,” he responded in kind, imitating your voice.

You huffed retracting yourself from his arms and standing up, ripping the covers from him so he was suddenly met with the same chill that woke you up. He gave a little yell, sitting up to wrestle the blankets from your grasp. You thought you had succeeded until he pushed you down on the bed and grinned, “Remember I’m a lot stronger than you are now, pumpkin.”

You blushed at his nickname for you, pouting slightly, “Mark, I wanna do something today with you.”

Seeing you look so cute in your pajamas, messy hair, and no makeup made Mark weak to your pleas, so he rolled his eyes, “Okay, what do you want to do then?”

You thought for a moment, coming up with a blank; you really didn’t know what to do in Vancouver, there was just so many options. Mark saw you struggling and allowed you to sit up, “How about I show you Stanley Park?”

You shyly glanced up at him, towering over you now, “You don’t mind?”

He gave a soft smile, pulling you to your feet and pressing a kiss to your forehead, “‘Course not, let’s get some breakfast first.”

The two of you proceeded to dress, and warmly for that matter due to the chilly weather. December in Vancouver was unforgiving, so layering was a must. Mark allowed you to do your makeup and fix your hair while he brushed his teeth, transfixed on the adorable way your tongue would stick out as you applied mascara to your lashes. You caught him staring and he looked away, embarrassed, a small satisfied smile on your lips as his ears turned pink from where they poked out from his beanie.

The two of you had a welcomed surprise when you reached the kitchen, Mark’s mom already setting two stacks of fluffy pancakes on the dining room table, a knowing look in her eyes. She set the forks and syrup down, smiling warmly, “You two lovebirds hungry?”

Mark whined at his mom for teasing them, but you just stifled your laughter behind your hand as you sat down, ready to devour your breakfast. Your boyfriend ate his pancakes at record speed, while you took careful bites, savoring the maple syrupy goodness. When you both finished and had helped Mark’s mom clean up, you grabbed coats, gloves, scarves, and an umbrella before shouting goodbye and stepping out into the cold.

Mark clearly knew his way around, luckyily, because you had no idea where anything was. The way he moved so confidentially made your heart flutter, the sureness of his steps and his firm grip on your mittened hand made a dusting of pink appear across your cheeks. The two of you approached a bus stop, waiting huddled close in the cold for a bus destined for Stanley Park to appear.

Eventually one did, but your nose and lips were frozen by the time it arrived. You both hurried onto the bus, searching for seats and settling in ones in the farthest back. You began to pull on a loose thread, trying to keep yourself from staring at Mark, who, since this morning, had been taking your breath away and making you rethink everything about him. There was a time when you could wrestle toe to toe with him, laugh at his stupid jokes, hold his hand without blushing, stand the same height as him…now you had to crane your neck and stand on your toes just to kiss him, he seemed to envelope you in his hugs, his frame much broader now. You remembered all those times Mark’s mom would secretly tell you on the phone that he was a late bloomer, always a step behind everyone else. Now he towered over them and he had a maturity that you hadn’t noticed before now.

Today, Mark seemed to be doing anything to have an excuse to touch you. Currently he was twirling a lock of your hair around his finger, amused that you were trying to distract yourself from his antics. That was something else new too, he had a newfound confidence that completely caught you off guard.

He leaned in close all of a sudden, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand on end. You could hear the smirk in his voice as he murmured, “______, why won’t you look at me?”

You were glad with carrying on without acknowledging him, but he kept prodding your side with his finger, poking your rib cage through your layers of clothing, “What do you mean? Do I have to stare at you all the time?”

“No,” he teased, nuzzling into your scarf clad neck, “I just really like seeing your eyes go wide and your cheeks all red.”

You couldn’t help but smile, about to tease him when a voice over the intercom stated, “Stanley Park.”

The two of you walked off with numerous other groups of people, families, friends, and couples huddled close together and clutched each other’s arms to feel some semblance of warmth. Mark kindly offered you his arm, a small smile on his lips as you gazed in wonder at the trees strung with beautiful lights, all aglow and bright. Although it was still daytime, the cloudy sky darkened your surroundings and seemed to masquerade as the night. It was like you and Mark were traveling through a tunnel of starlight, illuminating your smile as he tugged you along. He was eager to show you different things, telling you that the park was so huge, it couldn’t possibly be covered in a day. A holiday event of sorts was taking place at the time, vendors with carts of treats and steamy drinks lined the pathways, people lining up to indulge in some sweets.

Mark pointed to one of the vendors, his eyes eager, “Wanna get some hot chocolate? It’ll warm us up for sure.”

You nodded happily, allowing him to pull you toward the line, his arm wrapping around your shoulders to shield you from the cold. Mark didn’t seem to bothered by the dropping temperature, but you sure felt the cold creep to your very bones, making you visibly shiver. As you inched up in line, Mark noticed you trembling beside him, “_______, are you really that cold?”

Your teeth chattered, lips frozen as you sassed him back, “Of course I am! I’m not some Canadian snowman like you.”

Mark chuckled, his funny little laugh that made people whip their heads around to stare at him in confusion. And you loved that about him. He was trying to stifle his laughter as he suggested, “I know an old trick to warm you up.”

He grasped your hands in his own, pulling them up so his lips rested on your gloved fingers. You blushed as he held your gaze and blew hot air onto your fingers, your skin tingling from the temporary warmth his breath gave you. He spoke up again, a little smirk on his lips, “And if that doesn’t work, then I use my special technique, which only works on you.”

“W-what’s that?,” you teeth clattered, wanting them to do desperately stop their insesant shaking as Mark leaned in close to you.

He placed his slightly chapped lips onto your own, wishing so desperately that you had applied chapstick earlier. But Mark didn’t seem to care as he kissed you gently, his hands cupping your face and shielding you from the cold. You had to stand on your toes but he still stooped down, being so distracted by your kiss that he hardly noticed when the hot hocolate vendor cleared his throat uncomfortably.

You and Mark broke away simultaneously, your boyfriend already rapidly ordering your drinks as his cheeks turned scarlet, and not from the cold. You tried your best to hide behind his back, pressing your forehead against his spine and grasping his coat in embarrassment. You could hear the people whispering and chuckling behind you, leaving you with little to aleveate your bashfullness.

It seemed like a year had passed before you were whisked away by Mark onto a park bench away from those who had witnessed your dramatic public display of affection. Your boyfriend saw the shyness in your expression and spoke up softly, “Hey…don’t get worked up about it pumpkin.” He knew you weren’t one for being the center of attention, so he was trying his best to help.

Mark pushed your hot chocolate into your hand, mock clinking his with yours, causing a smile to spread on your lips, “Cheers!” You sipped at the warm treat, inhaling the steaming aroma that curled into your nose and down to your lungs, filling them with heat. It was topped with whipped cream and cinnamon, a spicy and chocolately combination perfect for warming you up.

Mark suddenly laughed again, causing you to give him a perplexed look, “What’re you laughing at now, you big dork?”

He gave a boyish giggle, “You have some whipped cream on your nose.” Already leaning in he mumbled under his breath, “I’ll get it.”

Expecting him to wipe it off with his fingers, your boyfriend yet again surprised you with a kiss. His lips met sweetly with the tip of your nose, pulling away after a mere second, licking the corners of your mouth, “Got it.”

You blushed, wanting to smack him over the head, “You’ll do anything won’t you?”

“If you mean anything to just kiss you, you’re right,” he grinned, giving your pink cheek a chaste kiss before tending to his hot chocolate.

“It’s not fair,” you mused, pouting slightly. “It’s so much easier for you to kiss me because all you have to do is bend down and my face is right there.” You took a sip of your drink, “But if I want to kiss you, I have to drag a step ladder around everywhere I go just to reach you.”

Mark gave a chuckle, “You don’t have to do any of that, all you have to do is ask. I won’t ever say no, _______.” He turned to you, eyes serious, “I promise.”

You gulped, not expecting such an earnest reply from him. Why not test his promise then and now? You had nothing to lose at this point, everyone already saw you make out with him once, right? He looked so handsome in the twinkling half light, his skin glowing and rich brown eyes wide and hopeful. You couldn’t hardly stop the words from pouring out, and you didn’t want to anyway.

“Kiss me, Mark.”

Not even a second went by before he grabbed your hot chocolate and placed both his and yours on the ground. His movements were swift as he dragged your by your hip close to him, cupping your face once again and pressing kiss after kiss to your lips, nose, forehead, cheeks…it was like he hadn’t kissed you in days. All his sweet kisses contained his bare feelings, filling you with so much affection for the boy sitting beside you on the park bench.

Mark pulled away when he ran out of breath, panting slightly and sending clouds of steaming air rising into the sky, “Was that okay…?”

You tugged him close for a final kiss on the lips, proving to him that you barely had words to describe your feelings. He kept you close when you tried to pull away, whispering those three heavy words, “I love you.”

Your eyes grew bigger than dinner plates, your arms that were wrapped around Mark’s neck, tensed up, your mouth parting in shock. For you to hear those words coming from Mark first was like if he were to propose to you. You always thought you were going to be the first to say it, but he beat you to the punch.

You grinned back at him, pulling him close for a hug as you whispered, “I love you too.”

Mark seemed to sag in relief, tightening his arms around you as he embraced your smaller body. He suddenly caught sight of another vendor with their cart, one that didn’t seem to be selling food or drink. He read the sign and brightened up visibly, suddenly excited, “_______! I just got a really cool idea!”

Confused but intrigued you followed him over to the stand, catching sight of spools full of colorful string and shiny pendants resting together in bowl. Mark turned towards you, breathless, “It’s a bracelet making thing, let’s make ones for each other. Please?”

The puppy dog look in his eyes made you cave rather easily, not that you were opposed to something like this, in fact, you were rather excited. Mark really loved doing sentimental things for you, so this was a really beautiful way to tell you how much you meant to him. The owner of the kiosk had set up stools for people to sit down on while they made their bracelets, so you settled into the one beside Mark. You watched in amusement as he set upon the craft supplies like a man starved. Your boyfriend wasn’t known for his craftiness, but regardless, you would love whatever he made for you.

You already had an idea in your head, forcing down your giggles as you imagined Mark’s reaction to your creation. You made a simple braid with his favorite colors and then sneakily snatched a charm you had been eyeing without Mark noticing. You finished way before him, and watched patiently as he clumsily braided the string and slid on a charm you couldn’t quite make out onto his bracelet. He turned toward you, his smile sweet and boyish as he held up your bracelet, “A pumpkin for my pumpkin.”

You took the cute handmade present from him, smiling fondly at the charm that represented his pet name for you. You leaned over and pecked his cheek, “I love it,” you handed over your present to him, “A throwback to your iconic debut hairstyle, made with all my love.”

Mark groaned at the small mushroom charm, but buried his head in your neck and placed a daring kiss there, “Thank you, baby.” He gave you a look, “Thank you for never letting that joke die with the hair cut.”

You laughed loudly as you tied the bracelets onto each other, lacing your fingers together as Mark paid the vendor, who wore an amused look. The two of you walked off, exploring different parts of the vast park, convering not even a fourth of its total size. Mark suggested since the temperature was dropping and the rain was beginning to fall that you had back home. He looked down at you with a warm smile, “We can just watch movies, cuddle, and eat food for the rest of the day. Deal?”

By all means that sounded good to you. You definitely wouldn’t mind being under a toasty blanket with Mark as you watched your favorite movies and ate popcorn. The sky wasn’t raining as you waited under Mark’s umbrella, but it seemed to be spitting little droplets of water, the wind pushing them onto your clothes and into your shoes. You weren’t wet, just uncomfortably damp and you wanted more than anything to change your clothes into something dry and warm.

The bus taking you home couldn’t come fast enough, Mark taking the same seats in the back as before. You settled in and rested your head on Mark’s shoulder, watching Vancouver zip by through the fogged up windows dripping with rain. You and Mark didn’t talk at all, comfortable enough to just sit next to each other in silence as he played with your fingers in their gloves. The two of you suddenly seemed tired, drained from all your walking and exploring. You made it back to Mark’s house sooner than expected, a pleasant surprise to your chilled bones.

The two of you entered the heated house, pealing off your wet clothes, not really minding that you were changing in front of each other. Normally Mark would insist on turning around or leaving the room completely because he thought it was very important to respect your privacy. Neither of you seemed to care this time though, going ahead and stripping down to your underwear without a care. You didn’t fail to notice the slight dusting of pink across his cheeks as your slid your pajamas back on, relishing that you could make him embarrassed too. After the two of you changed, you were called down by Mark’s mom and his dad, who had just returned from work. Your entered their cozy living room and Mark dragged you over to the love seat with him, but was stopped by his mom who wore a mischievous look on her face, “_______, sweetheart, why don’t you sit next to me? I have some things I want to show you.”

“Wait, what? Mom, what’re you-,” Mark looked confused and slightly afraid, his brow furrowed.
You listened obediently, delighted out of your mind when she whipped out what appeared to be scrapbooks, “Are those…?”

Mrs. Lee nodded with a grin on her face, “Baby pictures!”

Mark immediately protested, trying to pry the baby blue book out of his mothers iron grip, “Uh, uh. No way are you exposing me to the only girl to ever pay me any attention!…”

“Mark, settle down, son,” his dad tsked, laying a hand on his shoulder. Your boyfriend pouted and gave a huff, resting his chin on his elbows as he sat down by the coffee table on the floor. You could tell by his gaze that he was worried, so you shot him a look that meant you weren’t going to judge him for his naked baby pictures.

You couldn’t help squeaking in delight along with his mom as she flipped from page to page of Mark’s baby photos. He had to be one of, if not the, cutest babies you’ve ever seen. Baby Mark had the same toothy smile and by the way his eyes crinkled, probably the same goofy laugh you loved too.

You pressed a hand to your mouth and stifled your squeals of delight as Mark’s mom showed you his naked bath time photos, “Oh my gosh…!” You couldn’t believe the suave and slick boy called Mark was this cutie patootie sloshing around in his bath with hair and beards made of bubbles. It made you want to laugh out loud thinking of how cool Mark had been earlier and then seeing his baby pictures now.

Mark had been trying to distract himself from the high pitched cooing on the couch by watching television, but curiosity got the best of him. He sighed, “Okay. What’re you two looking at now-”

His dark eyes landed on the bubble bath photos and his naked baby tush poking out of the water and nearly choked on his spit, “Dear God, woman! You’ve crossed the line.”

He was a blubbering mess as his mother and you failed to to hide your laughter, his hands scrabbling for purchase on the scrap book as he slammed it close, “That’ll be enough for now.”

Mark’s mom was practically crying from her laughter, “Aw, but we didn’t even get to the pictures of the time I put you in a dress-.”

“Alright, alright,” Mr. Lee wore an amused expression, “Give the boy a break, honey. It’s a little too early to embarrass him this much. At least wait until they’re married.”

Mrs. Lee conceded, “Fine, fine. You two are free to go, I’ll try and stop my antics for the rest of your break.”

Mark seemed relieved, “Okay, thanks Mom.” He pulled you to your feet, more than ready to retreat back into the peaceful haven of his bedroom. The two of you scuttled away up the stairs, Mark tugging you along so quickly that your nearly tripped and face planted.

Just as you reached the door, from downstairs faintly came Mrs. Lee’s voice, “I’ll stop…maybe.”

Mark’s eyes grew wide as saucers, ripping the door open and shoving you in his room as he shut and locked it rapidly. You were about to pee yourself from laughing so hard, you hadn’t stopped since Mark’s near conniption fit earlier. Your boyfriend flopped down face first onto the bed, his voice muffled, “That woman is crazy. Pure crazy…”

“She’s awesome,” you gasped, wiping a tear away from your eye as you finally settled down. You stomach hurt from laughing so hard and Mark looked at you in amusement, finally calming down too.

“Yeah,” he smiled, “She honestly really is.” You flopped down beside him, letting him play with your hair and gently run his fingers over your skin as your eyelids slowly slid close. “Are you already tired, pumpkin?”

You grumbled and nodded pitifully, already snuggling into his arms, “It’s just such a good day to nap and snuggle.”

“Says the girl who wanted to go do everything there was to offer in Vancouver this morning,” Mark teased, his voice sarcastic as he grabbed a blanket and pulled it around your bodies. “I agree though, let’s just nap.”

You allowed a fat minute to pass by before you dared to even speak, already blushing, “There’s something else I want to do.”

Mark turned to you, perturbed as you nervously picked at his flannel shirt, “What’s that, pumpkin?”

“I want to kiss you,” you nervously mumbled, unable to meet his gaze, “Can I kiss you?”

Mark was already leaning in to capture your lips with his own, “You don’t have to ask me twice, _______.” The boy had to have an obsession and you were perfectly okay with it. Maybe you did too, who knows?
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The two of you had practically kissed to the point of passing out of oxygen deprivation, Mark succumbing to sleep before you. His arms were wrapped protectively around you, his face buried into your neck where he had last pressed his lips to you. You reflected on the day and how much of a whirlwind it had been, how many realizations you had, how much fun you had, and all the good memories you had made today with Mark. You looked down at your bracelet again, smiling at the pumpkin on yours and the mushroom pendant on his wrist. As you watched him doze, his hypnotic breathing deep and even, he didn’t even stir when you pressed one last kiss to his barely parted lips. He still tasted like the hot chocolate from earlier, sweet and warm, the scent of his skin aiding you as you drifted off to sleep; happy this was only the first beautiful day of many like it with Mark.

1. eternally stoic wakatoshi makes me so happy
2. Ushijima and Tendou stand so close jfc ushiten is so real
3. YAMAGATA’S FACE. THIS BABY NEEDS MORE LOVE.
4. you’ll have to murder me before I ever let go of my headcanon that Tendou is the unorthodox swan Team Mom
5. Goshiki is the most precious child ever I want to ruffle his hair okay

Bts reaction when their mate tells them they're pregnant

Jin: “Oh Jagiya! I’m so excited! Thank you for giving me such a precious gift!!” 

Originally posted by jeonsshi

Jhope: “I can’t believe we are having our own little puppies! How handsome and pretty they will be!” 

Originally posted by chimchams

Jimin: “Really? We’re having pups? you’re not kidding with me right?”

Originally posted by bwipsul

 Jungkook: “We did thingy thingy to get that baby??”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby

Suga: “Let’s think of names. I want to name our baby girl after you since you are the love of my life”

Originally posted by chimchams

V: “So we’re having a mini me and a mini you?! I can’t wait!’

Originally posted by mvssmedia

Rap Monster: “i love you babe and I will love our pups just as much”

Originally posted by ksjknj

  • what she says: i'm ready for the finale
  • what she means: i'm not ready but i'm kinda ready wait i'm actually not fucking ready because yuri on ice is ending what if yuuri doesn't win gold but hey let's be positive he's definitely gonna pull this off and perform his free skate perfectly and he's gonna win gold and we are gonna hear him and viktor exchange i love you's to each other and finally witness an uncensored kiss and we are going to see them get married and make babies together but like can six people win the gold medal instead pls because they're all so precious i don't want to see them sad and let's hope that there will be a viktuuri pair skating to the stay close to me duet version and we get to see them eat katsudon together and live happily ever after
Me and My Favorite Characters:
  • favorite female characters: slay slay slay you go girl kill them all *fist pump*
  • favorite male characters: omg precious baby let me hold you and protect you and love you

me: *takes a deep breath*

me: I lo-

anyone who was around me more than five seconds lately: Yes, you love Liam Kosta, we know, you love Liam so much, he’s your precious baby, your sunshine, you love him so much that your heart is full with love for him, you just love Liam, we KNOW, you love Liam you fucking love Liam ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE LIAM. WE. GET. IT.

First Reaction vs Now - BTS Edition

First 2 videos I watched: Fire MV, Blood, Sweat and Tears MV, Not Today MV


Jungkook
then: that smile is lethal and i wasn’t ready
now: you mean to tell me.. this man… is the youngest… hahah i nned to sit down

Jimin
then: smooth voice and beautiful lips!
now: protect this beautiful sunflower from harm for he deserves love and light

Suga
then: he seems so cool. hold on am i blushing
now: let me tell you baby boys this man is full of sweetness despite his tough image. bless

Rap Monster

then: thank you universe for allowing me to hear this man’s voice
now: so much respect for this intellectual and ambitious father *eternal applause*

Jin
then: a quiet angel
now: awkward-and-highly-precious mother who just wants her ducklings to succeed and be happy

J-Hope
then: hello sunshine!
now: random screaming in the background? must be j-hope

V
then: his eyes are drawing me in. i want to hold his hand and have hot coco with him.
now: hello to my favourite meme of all time i am simply in love with you (the hot coco thing was written before i read about his ideal type and i was too shook afterwards)

Ciel x Lizzy Modern AU

In Elementary school Ciel fell in love with Lizzy. It was an adorable, innocent love. They would do their homework together, play house, and hug, thinking that was a really adult thing to do. 

Then Vincent got a job in another city and the Phantomhives had to move. Ciel tried everything to avoid this. He cried and pled that they wouldn’t have to move but his parents made him anyway. They tried to comfort Ciel about leaving Lizzy. They told him he was still young and a lot of things could happen but Ciel didn’t want anything to happen. He wanted to stay with his beloved Lizzy. Rachel told him he could write her letters to stay in contact and thus, under tears, the two had to say goodbye.

And as it is with long-distance-relationships, it doesn’t usually work. Ciel and Lizzy lost sight of each other but every day without her hurt Ciel’s soul deeply. He turned out to be a rather grumpy teen. He rarely had any friends but the friends he had were good ones. Despite his behaviour he was well popular but he never went out with anyone. This went well until his mother heard of his popularity. One day she asked Ciel why he wouldn’t date anyone. Trying to dodge the question Ciel told her he just wasn’t interested. But being the mom she was Rachel dug deeper. And completely annoyed Ciel told her he didn’t want to date anyone because he hadn’t forgotten about Lizzy yet. For a moment Rachel was speachless. She just barely remembered the little girl her son has had a crush on all those years ago. And then it escalated. She looked at her son and told him to stop holding onto a memory that has passed. She told him to move on. With a good intention, she didn’t know how strong this “little crush” really had been, but for Ciel it was a real blow. His mother had told him his love for Lizzy was lost in time, she had declared his feelings hopeless, and it gotten him hopeless.

And so Ciel started dating people. He wouldn’t listen to his dates talking, he didn’t bother to hide his desinterest. When somebody would try to hold his hand he’d rip it loose again. Once they’d try to kiss him he’d forcefully push them away. He was breaking on the inside. Every day he had to force himself to pretend he had passed on a little more. 

His friends got worried for him, asking him why he agreed to go out with everyone if he was only gonna push them away. And Ciel told them it was to please his parents. And that evening Rachel and Vincent Phantomhive received a call from Ciel’s best friend Soma who felt he had to do something to help his friend. And both were shocked, Rachel on the verge of tears. Neither of them had ever wanted for this to happen. They hed never intended to put so much emotional pressure on their beloved son. They immediately went to apologize to Ciel. They hugged him, they would pet his head, tell him everything was going to be alright, and that he shouldn’t have forced himself to do things he didn’t want to do. He didn’t have to date people he didn’t like just to make them happy.

After this Ciel stopped forcing himself. He was a grumpy but other than that emotionally healthy teen. His parents were still a little bit worried that after almost a decade their son was still so dedicated to a childhood crush. But they had seen where to much critizism lead so they decided to just stay by his side and watch over him. They’d ask how he was more often, meddled a little bit more in his life. Ciel, of course, appreciated the love his parents showed him, but he was a teenager and one with a reputiation on top of that. He wouldn’t tell them. Also, they were rather annoying.

Then came the time Ciel went to collage. He therefore moved to a whole different town yet again. Rachel and Vincent were extremely proud, yet torn. After all they had to let their only son leave the nest. Ciel on the other hand was ready for a new challange and he hoped it would be a good one. And in his very first course in collage he encountered a moment that would make his heart stop beating. That very moment when he accidentally happened to run into Elizabeth Ethel Cordelia Midford. Neither of them could believe their eyes but they recognized each other in a heartbeat. Their presence felt so close, so intimate, it was awkward for them both, having such intense feelings for someone they had last seen about a decade ago. Her smile had become a lot more beautiful he felt, and he had, sometime in the last ten years, become one hell of a blushy mess. But they were together and they got to know each other once again.

Vincent and Rachel were fairly surprised when they heard their son was in a relationship with his childhood love again. They were worried they’d both still cling onto the memory of each other. But as they met the young couple in person their doubts disappeared. They didn’t think they had ever seen Ciel act like this before. Not even in his childhood he had a glow like that and for some reason their sweet and slightly awkward interactions were soothing to watch. They were close, not in a corney tennage drama way, but in an adult way, speaking to each other freely, agreeing, disagreeing, being a team. And on the next class reunion, with classmates and friends, Soma was very pleased to be able to announce that Ciel Phantomhive was finally engaged, to the love of his life. 

♡kyouka appreciation♡

MY BABYYYYY I KNEW YOUD COME BACK im not crying

YEA YOU HUG HER ATUSHI CAUSE IF NOT I WOULD HAVE 

awww omg babiess

hehe such a gentleman x3

my precious child blushing ITS GONNA BE HER WELCOME PARTY ISNT IT I KNOW IT IS 

EEEEEP welcome to the agency baby ; u ; 

I KNEW ITTTT AHHH

BABIESSSSSS again im not crying at all 

i mean just look at her precious face you deserve this so much cutie im so happy for you 

IMMEDIATELY NOTICES THE TOMATO AHAHAHA

yess gives her all the food she ever wants and needs 

she may be a bit tipsy? xD but hehe big sister <33

hehe naomi is me all the way my precious child and hahah kunikda is caculating prices shhh its okay lets celebrate first! also ranpo and kenji always where the food is 

YAYYY OFFICIALLY A LADY OF THE DETECTIVE AGENCY ; U ; 

hehe atsuhi to show his love and care for her too 

my precious babies <333 

AHHHHHH KAWAII DESU im ranpo and kenji x3

im so happy shes finally happy she deserves so much love 

<333333333 

JACKSON WANG HAS A NIECE AND HE WANTS TO GO SEE HER FOR THE FIRST TIME OMFGASDFGHJKL THERE IS A LITTLE PIECE OF JACKSON OUT THERE IN THIS WORLD I BET SHE IS THE MOST ADORABLE KID EVER!! UNCLE GAGA OMG

JYPE I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU DONT LET HIM GO SEE HIS NIECE SOON I’M

Not pregnant :(

But thank goodness.

Lovey and I want to have a baby so bad, but it’s not the time. We decided to stop trying because of my mental health issues… I can hardly take care of myself at the moment so how on earth would I be able to take care of a baby? I need to get my head sorted out before I can think about a precious lil nugget, but it sucks because I want to be a mother so, so, SOOOOO badly.

So, I guess it’s an incentive to push through and really deal with my depression and anxiety. I know a lot of mama witches follow me, so if any of you lovely people have any experience with mental health issues and pregnancy, please let me know. I’m having a hard time with this because I know I will always have depression and anxiety… I’ll just have better ways to cope… But I just can’t justify having a baby and not being able to be there for it all the time because of my mental health.

Sigh. My baby fever is out of control.

I hope you all are having a wonderful day or night ♥