#literally so down horrendous and i’ll never have the courage to tell her

[izel-scribbles]

grrghfhfhdhdhr i miss when i couldn’t relate to white knuckle jerk

[uwuwriting]

Abusive boyfriend w/ Midoriya, Bakugou and Todoroki

Request: Can I have deku, bakugo and Todoroki reacting to the readers unhealthy boyfriend. He brings her down a lot and abusive. - anonymous

Being part of a toxic relationship is so so soooo painful. Thankfully reader-chan has her heroes to save her. Hope you like it. Love ya.💖💖💖

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warnings: abuse both physical and mental, ptsd and panic attacks, cursing, characters are aged up (they have graduated)

Midoriya Izuku

-Okay so he basically was the one who managed to build your confidence back up after the horrendous break up with your ex. 

-Your ex never laid a hand on you but his words were enough to bruise your ego and self worth so much that you believed that you were nothing compared to others. 

-From looks to personality, you believed that even a snail was more worth it than you. 

-Now you are a beautiful girl and very very smart. 

-Guys and girls looked your way even though you were in a relationship. 

-And your ex was having none of it. 

-It started off really subtly.

- “Are you sure you want to wear that to dinner?”

- “We are going to grab some coffee not going out for drinks.”

- “Don’t you think you are showing too much skin?”

-Then the body shaming started. 

- “I think you shouldn’t wear that, I mean look how large it makes you look.”

- “Have you been eating more?”

- “How about I make a diet for you?”

-This really brought you down. 

-It reached the point where you would only wear really baggy hoodies in order to hide your body. 

-After that turning point he still wasn’t satisfied. 

-People, although fewer than before, still had the nerve to hit on you and it was getting on his nerve. 

-He started belittling you in front of friends and acquaintances, destroying your already fragile confidence. 

-He had dug you a grave and sugarcoated the casket with empty I love you’s. 

-He had made you believe that he was the only one who would accept you and love you despite you’re so flawed. 

-And he managed to keep you for quite some time. 

-Then Midoriya comes along. 

-A childhood friend who had become a pro hero and on the top five. 

-He saw how skinny you had become, borderline unhealthy, how you shied away from him and literally everyone. 

-You were like a scared deer. 

-Then the boyfriend came in and everything fell into place. 

-Midoriya is smart, he caught on your boyfriend’s belittlement and the reason behind it. 

-Now getting you out of this toxic relationship is his new mission. 

-You ran into him more often after that first encounter and he always talked to you, complimenting you whenever he could. 

-Your boyfriend didn’t catch on until it was too late. 

-Midoriya had managed to get you to talk about your relationship and what your boyfriend was like, he had opened your eyes to his abuse and helped you built up the courage to stand up to him and dump his ass. 

-He was there of course to support you after the break up. 

-And of course after months and months of seeing each other almost everyday, you two became a thing. 

-Finally you get to experience true love with someone who truly appreciates you. 

Bakugou Katsuki 

-You and Bakugou have been friends since high school. 

-Inseparable. 

-He comes to you for everything, all his troubles are solved by you and you alone. 

-You’re special!!

-So when you get a boyfriend he is the first to meet the guy. 

-In truth he really didn’t want to because he has been in lobe with you for the longest time and seeing you with someone else reminds him that he is a coward. 

-Anyway he meets him and everything is fine, he looks decent and he seems to treat you well. 

-As months pass you seem to distance yourself more and more from him. 

-Bakugou at first is angry, he is fuming I tell you. 

-He doesn’t like the silence that he receives when he calls, or the single word replies when he texts and he especially despises your refusal to go out with him like you used to. 

-He gets that you have a boyfriend now and you have to spend more time with your bf but he still felt betrayed. 

-Then doubt started to settle in his mind. 

-Maybe you realized he wasn’t worth the trouble, I mean he is a difficult person, maybe your new boyfriend opened your eyes and now you want nothing to do with him. 

-Or maybe you figured out he was in love with you. 

-Had he been scowling more than usual while he was meeting your boyfriend? 

-He wanted to ask you what he did wrong but he couldn’t reach you. 

-So he sucked it up and drowned himself in his hero work, drowning his nagging mind along with his free time.

-Then something unexpected happened. 

-Uraraka visited him, worry written all over her face. 

-She was worried for you and wanted to ask him if everything was alright, since he was your best friend. 

- “She stopped showing up to our weekly girl evening and she won’t answer my texts.... I’m really worried for her Bakugou.”

-That was the last straw for him. 

-He went to your apartment and after five minutes of knocking your boyfriend opened the door. 

-The scowls on the guy’s face was really REALLY pushing his buttons. 

- “Is Y/N here?”

- “What do you want her for?”

- “I want to talk to her.”

-This man..... he closed the door in Bakugou’s face. 

-Well closed is putting it mildly. 

-He slammed the door shut with so much force that a mirror down the hall rattled. 

-Bakugou was ready to blow the door open when he heard the shouts. 

- “Y/N why the fuck is that guy here?”

- “W-what guy?”

- “Don’t act all innocent you slut! The guy you are fucking!”

- “I-I don’t k-know who y-you are talking a-about.” 

-The moment he heard your sniffles echo through the door he was inside the apartment shoving the guy away from you. 

- “Don’t you fucking dare speak to her like that, asshole.” 

-You were trembling behind him and Bakugou could feel the sob threatening to escape your lips. 

-Looking over his shoulder at you he spoke gently as if you were a scared kitten. 

- “Y/N could you go get some of your stuff ready? I’m taking you away from this dickhead.”

- “Who do you think you are? That’s MY girlfriend she listens to me alone!”

- “Don’t speak as if she’s an object!”

-You had disappeared to your room to get your things and were now clinging to Bakugou’s back. 

- “So you are fucking him. What should I have expected from a whore like you!” 

-Okay now Bakugou was presented with two options. 

-Option A: beat the living shit out of this guy and most likely losing his hero license for a week. 

-Option B: get you out of here and let this asshole boil in his own defeat. 

-He went with option B. 

-Wordlessly he guided you out of your apartment complex and into his car, drove you to his house and proceeded to help you calm down. 

-You had had one panic attack in the past so he didn’t really know what to do. 

-But he managed. 

- “Whatever he said to you isn’t true. I don’t know what actually went down between you two and what he got into the pretty little head of your but none of that matters. Just know that we are all here for you. Me, the girls even stupid Deku. And we love you, I love you so don’t worry about anything. Everything will be alright.” 

-From that point on everything was history. 

-It didn’t take long for you two to start dating and Bakugou made sure to have a firm talk with your now ex boyfriend when you ran into him at the grocery store. 

-Get wrecked douchebag.

 Todoroki Shouto 

-Toxic relationships is something Todoroki is a pro at this point. 

-He grew up in one so yeah. 

-He sees the signs of the abuse faster than anyone. 

-First of all, you inch away from anyone who starts flaying their arms. 

-Despite the warm weather you always wear long sleeves. 

-And he has seen you applying extra make up around your eye once. 

-He also notices how you always try to avoid annoying your boyfriend, like you take extreme measures. 

-You distance yourself from other males going as far as to avoid him to an extent. 

-Then he sees the bruises. 

-You two were training at the agency’s gym when your shirt rode up your torso and there was this huge bruise right under your  ribs. 

- “Y/N who did this?”

- “Oh I just got slightly injured during my last patrol.”

-He isn’t buying it since he was with you during your last patrol and you didn’t get injured. 

-But he lets it slide because he believes that you know whats best for you and you will get away from this guy. 

-But for some reason you stay with him. 

-For months. 

-And Todo can’t take it anymore.

- “Y/N can I talk to you?”

-He talks to you about what he has seen and that he knows that your boyfriend is doing this to you. 

- “So please, please leave him, get out while you can. Y/N I can’t see you hurt like this.”

-You see the thing was that you had made the stupid decision of moving in with him and now.... you had nowhere to go. 

-If you broke up with him you wouldn’t have a place to stay and you couldn’t start searching for a new place, he traces your phone and search history. 

- “You’ll live with me. I’ll give you everything you need just please please let go of him. He doesn’t deserve you. I hate seeing you so hurt and broken.” 

- “Please come with me then, Shouto I-I can’t do this alone.”

-Of course he came with you, standing in between you and that asshole as he went to strike you when you broke the news to him.

- “You are leaving me for this piece of shit huh? Of course you would you whore!”

-He went as far as activating his quirk, attacking Shouto in an attempt to get to you. 

- “I own you you fucking slut! No one will want you! You are mine!”

-Shouto wasn’t as calm as Bakugou in this situation, punching the guy before leaving the apartment, making sure that the guy got the message and wouldn’t try to come after you. 

-Back at his apartment, Shouto comforted you as best he could. 

-You know where this leads. 

-Shouto gives you the space you need before making a move. 

-My mans waits months before even remotely flirting with you. 

-After a year long wait he finally manages to ask you out. 

-And the rest is history.

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i’ll give it to someone special [david x patrick]

AN ~ a belated prompt fill @just-a-funny-little-brain and @schittposting, ft. shameless fluff, mutual pining, Mariah Carey, and a slightly warped UA timeline for S3 because i do what i want. enjoy!!

"You made me a Christmas playlist but it’s just Mariah Carey’s “All I want for Christmas is you”. I can’t tell if you’re hitting on me or if it’s a joke." and "I was putting up Christmas lights, and I literally fell into your arms" from this OTP Advent prompt list

Read on AO3 (~2300 words). David x Patrick, David & Stevie

i’ll give it to someone special

When decorating, it was no secret that David Rose was an advocate of “if you want something done right, do it yourself.” This went double for the holiday season; with bright, clashing colour schemes in abundance, there was too much potential for a garish, tasteless disaster for him to allow an amateur to take over. He had a business and a reputation to maintain after all – plus, it was either this or the end-of-year budget review, so really, the jobs divided themselves.

At least, they did until the bell rung.

“Patrick!” David called, so that he wouldn’t have to be deterred from his process, not to mention make the inelegant descent from the stepladder in front of a member of the public. “Pat– oh, it’s just you.”

Stevie fixed him with a sardonic glare.

“And a happy Hanukkah to you too.”

David rolled his eyes, and made a point of turning his back to Stevie and continuing to thread out the fairy lights as she made her way further into the store. But he couldn’t quite turn all his attention back to the task at hand – especially not once she passed the counter behind him, and made a curious humming sound.

“What’s this?” she wondered, and David pretended he couldn’t hear the scandalous intrigue in her tone.

“Patrick and I exchanged some small gifts,” he explained matter-of-factly, “to celebrate our first holiday season together – as the store.”

“Uh huh.” Stevie was audibly unconvinced.

“Excuse you, Christmas is a busy time for retail,” David scolded, whipping around and rocking the step-ladder – damn, he’d forgotten it was missing a foot. But he pinched a nearby shelf, righted himself, cleared his throat and did his best to continue as if his blunder had never happened. “It’s important to keep up morale.”

Somehow, Stevie kept a straight face. “Morale.”

“Yes.”

“So, Patrick made you a mix tape… for morale?”

“… Yes.”

“Great! Let’s listen to it then, shall we? For your morale.”

Stevie’s eyes were fixed on David’s as she pulled the CD slowly from its case and slipped it into the side of David’s computer. David knew she was challenging him, but what could he do, object? She already knew he doth protest too much when it came to Patrick, but if he had any chance of coming out of this relationship – by which of course he meant this business relationship - without a broken heart, he couldn’t afford to stoke the fire. And apparently, there was no way he could so much as flinch on this infernal step ladder without shaking the whole damned thing and giving himself away, so though his heart clenched with a dizzyingly cruel hope that the mix tape might open with some kind of confession, he stood stock-still. Waited. Until those precious, familiar xylophone tones began to chime.

“I-I-I-I… don’t want a lot for Christmas…”

His heart almost buckled with relief. Stevie smiled slightly.

“The man’s got taste,” she praised. More sarcasm? David wasn’t sure.

“He’s learning,” he replied, and turned his back to her again to continue with the work she had so rudely interrupted. If he had to press his lips tight to keep from smiling, so be it.

-

“Patrick!” David called from the front room. “Pat-“

He cut himself off, falling to a mumble that was too muffled by the distance and the walls between them to make out. Whatever he had said was met with a flat, but equally muffled reply from what Patrick had long since learned was Stevie’s voice. Part of him wanted to pop out and say hi, but their Q4 turnover was hard to keep up with… and then, any hopes of getting up the courage to leave the back room fizzled when the first notes of All I Want for Christmas started playing.

Patrick took a deep breath, and tried not to think about David. Tried not to think about his hearteningly curious reception of the CD, or the way he had spent most of the morning checking that every Santa hat in the store was quirkily off-kilter by just the right amount, or how much Patrick longed to watch his shy and uptight business partner let loose and belt out some Mariah already.

No, he wasn’t thinking about that. They might not even be listening to his CD. Maybe they had just pulled up the song on Youtube or Spotify or something; surely, it was a Rose family staple after all.

Patrick, well, Patrick was just inputting the numbers. Into the spreadsheet. Putting that number… into that box… or- wait – was it that number? Was it that box? The data seemed to swim before his eyes as his heart began to race. The first rendition was ending and… yes, there it was, beginning again.

He got out of the chair and began to pace. His mind turned irretrievably to David. To the moment he had first realised he might have begun to like David. To the early mornings in his car letting the freezing air in to try and shock his system into figuring this damn thing out. To the hot flushes he got when he thought about wanting to kiss those pouting lips, or linger in a hug, or pull one of those damned sweaters over David’s head and lift up his shirt and –

And, well, he had to start somewhere, and for some ungodly reason the Spirit of Christmas had inspired him to pick here. With a plan that now that he thought about it, couldn’t have been any more impossibly vague if he’d tried. He could hear David and Stevie talking now under the music. Were they figuring it out? Were they wondering if it was a glitch? A mistake? At first, he’d thought being able to play this thing off as a joke would have been an advantage. Now, the thought that David might not understand – that he might have another… however long, to wait, before he got up the courage to reveal himself again in a more obvious way – if he were being honest, it was kind of killing him.

“Maybe I should just tell him,” he whispered to himself.

It didn’t sound that ridiculous out loud.

-

“Okay,” Stevie announced, when the song began for the third time. “I love ya, Mariah, but three times is too many.”

“My store, my rules,” David corrected.

“My finger on the play button,” Stevie pointed out, and pulled up a new playlist in the online search bar. The synthesiser intro of Wham’s 1984 pop classic Last Christmas started up and she smiled as David groaned out loud.

Then she peered at the track list of Patrick’s alleged ‘mix’ CD, scrolling all the way down, and noticed – “Hey, I think this whole thing is Mariah Carey.”

“Of course it is. Because she’s amazing, and Patrick is very attentive.”

“No, I mean, every single song on here is All I Want for Christmas. There’s like… fifteen of them. Look.”

She picked up the laptop and carried it over to David, frowning. David glanced over her shoulder toward the back room. Could Patrick hear them? Did he know? Had he done this on purpose?

“Maybe it’s like, a mistake. The CD’s glitching or something,” Stevie suggested. “How up to date is your software?”

“Maybe he’s… making fun of me.” Something felt hollow in his chest at the thought.

“That doesn’t sound very Patrick-y,” Stevie pointed out. “Maybe… he likes you.”

“Oh, pfft.”

“I mean, come on, a mix tape?”

“Um, I don’t think so. We’ve been over this, remember? He’s a baseball-playing, denim-wearing, straight, guy, okay, and I’ve developed enough crushes on straight guys to know how this works.”

“Did… any of those straight guys give you a mix tape full of Mariah Carey singing about how much she wants you?”

He couldn’t even will up a scoff to retort to that, and Stevie raised a confident eyebrow.

“’cause, I mean,” she continued, “most of the uh, ‘baseball playing denim wearing straight’ guys I know don’t like Mariah Carey. Or at least, they wouldn’t be caught dead admitting to another human being that they know who she is.”

“That’s not-“ David blundered, “Music doesn’t- Patrick doesn’t-“

But he couldn’t get out of his head, how deliberate Patrick was. The man thought about everything, and when he wanted something, he went for it. Researched intensively, but went for it. David admired that about his business acumen, as well as for general personality-having purposes – it was one of the reasons they balanced each other out so well – but more than anything, that told him it wasn’t a mistake. Patrick liked music, and he liked genuine connection. He would have sat there all night if that’s what it took to put together a CD, Christmas-themed or otherwise. And if the CD was glitching, the track list wouldn’t show every song the same. And if it was a joke, Patrick probably would have got David to play it in front of him, maybe tried to make him sing along.

And if none of this meant anything, Patrick wouldn’t be standing in the doorway on his way from the storeroom, trying to look determined and yet shaking like a leaf.

“Da- David,” he managed at last. “Can I talk to you?”

“That’s my cue,” Stevie murmured, and pulled back to escape the conversation. In her haste, she caught herself in the string of lights that was currently knotted between David’s fingers, and pulled. He yelped and pivoted to try and keep up and she panicked as the step ladder began to fall under the rapid change of weight. All of a sudden it was too late to untangle and there was no way of helping David without sacrificing the laptop, not that she could think of fast enough anyway, so Stevie cowered out of the way and clenched her eyes shut and hoped it wouldn’t end in disaster.

It didn’t. At least, the crashing sound wasn’t quite as horrendous as she’d thought and wasn’t followed by the string of cursing she expected from the upturned David Rose. She cracked an eye open (maybe he was fine, but maybe he’d cracked his head on a display table, was she ready for that?) and found –

And found Patrick had rushed forward at the last minute, and David had all but face-planted straight into his arms. David’s feet were still not quite under him, and he gazed up at Patrick with big, wide eyes in bewildered, vulnerable admiration. Patrick, for his part, was looking down at David in a stunned sort of silence, with a blush so furious it was colouring his ears, and yet there was tenderness in his expression and his hand on David’s back was so gentle and soft, Stevie could hardly look. Did they even know she was still here?

“Uh… thuh… thanks,” David managed at last, once his tongue started working again. His heart hammered against Patrick’s chest, and Patrick’s was hammering back.

“No problem,” Patrick said, and there was more, so much more on the tip of his tongue. His lips struggled to form the words. I like you, I want to kiss you. I want you right now. It sounded so childish, so far short of capturing the overwhelming feelings that seized him. And maybe he would have gone another however long without saying anything at all, if it weren’t for the fact that David chose now of all moments to ask –

“Was there, um, something you wanted to tell me?”

He looked… hopeful? Patrick hardly dared hope back. But David was smiling. He knew.

And when Patrick took a chance and seized his jittering confidence with both hands and closed the distance between them, David kissed back with a yearning that had been screaming to break out of his chest since the moment they’d met. Patrick could hardly believe the energy of it. It felt… like fireworks. Like a moment suspended in time. Like everything he’d ever been told this moment was supposed to feel like.

Then David’s lips were suddenly falling away from his. He’d tried to move his arms, forgetting that his feet weren’t yet on solid ground, and now the string of curses fell from his lips as he tumbled to the ground, hit his elbow with a crack on the nearby table, and rolled onto his back.

“Mother…” he groaned.

And yet still, he was smiling.

Because Patrick had caught him. Patrick had kissed him.

Patrick.  

David opened his eyes, and looked up at the poor man, who had blanched white as a sheet as his somehow-perfect moment had come crashing down around him.

“Um, so, I- I like you,” Patrick explained. “That’s what I wanted to say.”

“Yeah, no, I got that,” David agreed, reflecting on the breathlessness in his chest. He could do that again. A few dozen more times.

“Can I help you up?”

“Yeah. Yes. Let’s do that.”

David tried not to stare at Patrick’s shoulder as Patrick offered a hand, and lifted him to his feet. He didn’t try very hard, to be fair.

“Can I buy you dinner?” Patrick asked.

“I would like that.”

“Huh.” Patrick smiled. He was on a roll. The whole thing felt rather dizzying, but it was all so much easier than he’d expected. Although, he wasn’t exactly sure what to do next. Kiss David again? They were at work, and he hadn’t exactly recovered from the first time. But he couldn’t go back to the spreadsheets now. Sure, they were important, but they weren’t like this. He had way too much energy all of a sudden, and a craving to run up a mountain.

But a quiet clearing of a throat interrupted his grander plans. Both Patrick and David turned to the sound, to find Stevie standing gingerly amidst a tangle of fairy lights, which seemed to tie her every movement either to the stepladder, or to the two large bookshelves on either side of her.

“Uh, congratulations and all,” she said as meekly as possible, “but before you guys split, could you help me out?”

[hit-thekwanb4hehitsyou]

Oblivious - Taeyang

Pairing: Yoo Taeyang x Reader 

Summary: Where Taeyang is your dance instructor and asks for a private show.

Genre: Smut

Warning: thigh riding, lap dance, oral, fingering

Word Count: 11,597

Hello, this is the first smut I’ve ever posted, please take care of me!

“Okay but what do you do with your life?”

“Nothing, and that’s the way that I like it.”

“This is something fun we can do together as good pals do.”

“I’ll take a strong pass.”

Sitting in your cramped bedroom, you were stuck listening to the desperate sounds of your best friend. The two of you have always been close even though your personalities seem to be Polar Opposites. She was talkative, friendly, active, and involved. You on the other hand, like the intense silence and overwhelmingly exciting comfort of being alone.

All in all, though, you two never seemed to get sick of each other and resulted in a good match. You forced her to sit still and binge watch Harry Potter, while she dragged you out of your room and made you be a participating member of your community. Usually in a negative way... But participating all the same!

In your current situation, she was attempting to coerce you into yet another bad idea that you wanted absolutely no part of, a dance class.

“Y/N I’m a dancing queen and I have no rhythm. This class could be so fun and is obviously needed.”

“Then you should do it. Why do I have to be there?”

“Because I don’t want to go alone.”

“No.” You say final. Dancing, however cool it looked, was not an interest of yours. Strictly because why move when you could sit motionless in front of a screen?

“Just one class please? I just need to get comfortable and then I can go alone.” She asks giving you the saddest look. You couldn’t deny how weak you were to that face of desperation and your ability to extort her every move.

“Okay, but you are buying me food afterwards and we’ll finally have to sit through all of the Star Wars movies we can fit in one entire day.” You smile excitedly. A look of true horror and debate creeps onto her face and you laugh knowing you won. “So, when is the first class?”

“Oh, uh…” she looks at her phone, “About five minutes.”

You panic as you jump up out of your bed now leaving it looking more disarrayed than usual. You throw on the closest t-shirt and leggings you can and throw on an old pair of tennis shoes as you hurry out of the house to your car, with your irresponsibly tardy friend straggling behind you.

 ~

As you enter the building, you can’t help but notice how eerily clean it all seemed. It was buzzing with sound but completely empty in the main hall. The scent of floor soaps and sweat, which seem to you as a strange combination, fill the air leaving you with a sticky feeling.

You find the room you two were supposed to be in and quickly barge in. You see the class already started and sporadically put your items against the wall, trying to hurry up. The Ying to your Yang on the other hand was lollygagging behind you, trying to take in every detail of the damned space.

“let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!” You try to rush her. You didn’t want to awkwardly walk over there by yourself and join in with all eyes only on you. She finally was ready and you pull her along to where the rest of the group was.

“Going along with this basic intro, we need to focus primarily on rhythms and knowing a beat.” A black-haired boy was speaking. He was very tall and had what you could say was a “sturdy” physique. The worst part about him, was his face. He was undeniably handsome. You were curious as to how this boy was leading the class. He couldn’t be much older than you and he had this kind of a job? “We are going to start some music and simply just step along with the beat. Afterwards we will see if you were able to keep up or not.”

Music begins to play and so you began to do as instructed.

One step, two step. One step, two step. One-

“Have you already stretched?” A voice said from behind you. You tensed up due to the shock of someone approaching you and the melodic sound of whoever’s voice it was.

“No sorry.” Your friend, who was to the right of you, said. “We are already late; can’t we just skip it for today?”

You hadn’t turned around yet in fear of that voice belonging to a hood rat and fear of it belonging to the most attractive God ever created.

You couldn’t tell which was worse.

Finally, you had the courage to peek behind you and you saw dark black hair, glimmering eyes and a bright smile that made your knees feel weak.

“What are your names?” He asks with the same smile but a tad wider somehow. He was wearing a white t-shirt that was too large to see his physique and grey sweatpants that made his height more prominent.

“You can call me Anytime.” Your friend says with a wink. You internally threw up at the horrible line but couldn’t muster up much else. You look down at your feet and smile to yourself, forgetting how awkward that must look. “And that embarrassment over there, is Y/N.” She finishes, rolling her eyes.

“Well Anytime, Y/N, we always stretch before practice, it’s an important part of the dance class itself.” He says with a light chuckle. It somehow found a way to vibrate through your chest and you could feel every syllable he spoke.

“It’s literally stepping right now. I’m not going to sprain anything stepping around.”

“It’s healthiest for your muscles.” Even though you knew your friend was being over-dramatic, the man never faltered from sounding kind. He could get through speaking with her, without sounding annoyed.

You can practically see the steam coming out of her ears and so you shot the boy a smile, grabbed her arm and made your way to the side. Before you can get there, the boy shifted his body in front of you with a step. You looked up at him and he bent down a bit to get eye level with you. His arms were crossed and seems to be studying you in a way.

“I’m Taeyang by the way.”

 ~

“Horrible, horrid, horrendous, humiliating, hell.” You were lying on your bed, food rappers from McDonald’s lying around your room and listening to the most hectic and pointless rant you’ve ever heard. It appears some rules they had, the patience needed and the lack of control was not Miss. Blabbermouth’s style. The dance class was deemed impossible.

“Don’t worry Y/N, we are never going back there. The boys were cute but man were they awful. So demanding and annoying as hell. Do that, they said. Do this, they said. That’s against our rules, they warned. ‘No, I will not teach you how to twerk to Despacito” they protested. It was such a big headache.”

You weren’t giving your full attention as she rambled on. You couldn’t stop thinking about that boy, Taeyang. You looked back on your meeting and felt a sudden burden on your shoulders from all that embarrassment. You pulled an Ariel and couldn’t speak to that sweet prince.

“I actually think I might go back.” You say. How could you not? And this time, none of that goofy business acting like a fool in front of him. You are a calm and collected person, you weren’t going to let one attractive boy ruin all the confidence you’ve ever earned.

“Why the fuck?” You’ve never seen a head whip that fast before. You were met with flaring eyes and nostrils. “Did I miss something when I was trying to shoot myself in that practice studio? Or did you? That thing sucked and you didn’t even want to go in the first place.”

“I changed my mind.”

“Please don’t tell me this is about that Tae-bang yourself guy, is it?”

“No! Sort of… Listen! It’s like you said, I have nothing else to do anyways.”

~

It turned out that you had practices Monday through Friday for three weeks until you had to pay for more lessons. The first couple of days you showed up and tried to just intensely work on what you were taught. There were a couple others in the class you met and seemed nice but no one you would talk to outside of the class. You learned that the tall boy you saw on the first day was named Rowoon. He was a nice guy that you had a great time teasing and joking around with. He would tease you right back and you had fun learning from him with a genuine smile on your face.

Taeyang on the other hand… He was the one thing that wasn’t clicking with you. You could get over your nerves and talk to him but he never seemed interested in you anymore than as his student. You couldn’t really complain, you wouldn’t expect him to see you as more and if anything, at least you were learning how to dance.

It was the beginning of the second week and you could feel the time being lost. Taeyang hadn’t really spoken to you the entire first week and if you were going to be honest it seemed as though he was avoiding you.

On Monday, you walk into the room at the studio and go on about your usual routine. You set things off to the side and begin to stretch. As you move to the stretches on the ground, you don’t notice Taeyang approaching you.

You begin to attempt stretching your legs. You lie on your backside and put one leg into the air, pulling on your thighs to stretch it forward. With your eyes closed you begin to count and focus on your breathing. Though before you know it, you feel a pair of warm hands grabbing a hold of your leg. Your eyes shoot open and you jump up onto your elbows so you can see who grabbed your leg.

You look up to meet that pair of glimmering eyes that had you shook from the beginning. They shine at you and act as a black hole drawing you in.

“Thought you could use some help.” He suggests. He smiles at you which somehow relaxes you to lie back down on the ground and allow him to stretch you out. One of his hands moves from the very top of your leg gliding down towards the back of your knee so he can get a better grasp of your leg.

“Make sure you keep your leg straight. This stretch is not only about getting your leg to bend, it’s about getting it to bend while it’s completely straight.”

“Well as you can see, I seem to be having a tad bit of trouble keeping my leg straight.” You respond. Your leg was up so you looked like a right angle, but your leg was slightly bent, causing it to look strange.

Taeyang only smiled at you as he brings the hand that was holding your ankle down to the front part of your thigh pushing it forward and the hand that had the back of your knee the other way forcing your leg to go straight.

You begin to get shortness of breath and not due to the stretch. His hand is on a spot that was so hard to keep control about. His touch was soft yet demanding, considering he was only helping you stretch, it seemed like something more. You knew it was all in your imagination, yet it’s had a funny way of making you fantasize on the ideas of, “what if.”

“So, what made you want to get into dance?” Taeyang says trying to begin light conversation. You can’t really tell him that you had no interest in dance until you saw him on the first day… You decide to tell him straightforwardly that you, just had nothing better to do.

He laughs at what you said and the sound of his full out, genuine laugh, causes you to smile as well. He seems too beautiful that you couldn’t even touch, though you know that was a lie as he switched legs and did the same hold, stretching the next.

“Well I’m glad you seem to be so unoccupied.” He says with a smile, making you unsure as to whether it was a compliment or an insult.

“Dance is a creative and expressive art form. I began dancing before I could accurately spell my name.” He chuckled. “The melodies and rhythms have always been so beautiful to me. It’s something that I truly enjoy and put my everything into. I hope that one day I can express my own art style and it inspires others the way that I was and am. It’s a creative form that you must put your entire soul into. If it doesn’t affect your emotions the same way it affects your body, you’re doing it wrong.”

You were left there transfixed at his words. You honestly didn’t care a smidgen about dancing but this boy was able to make you see how passionate someone can be about it. When he expressed it, it became something so much more than sweaty bodies jumping around, it was art.

He released your leg and you sat yourself up. You didn’t quite know what to say. He held out his hands to help you stand up.

“That’s…” You were trying to find something to say as you placed your hands into his to help you up. He gave a tug lifting you up and landing in a position in which your nose was a couple inches from his chest.

You looked up at him to see him looking down at you.

“Extremely beautiful.” He whispered never breaking eye contact. He sat there for a moment before he let go of your hands and began to walk away.

“Get ready for practice.” He smiled acting as though nothing happened and leaving you breathless and asking for a water break before class began.

 ~

Your second week of dance class was the most stressful week of your life. The problem was that you were getting exactly what you wanted. Taeyang was finally giving the attention you asked for but it had its own side effects. For instance, sometimes when he comes over to help you with choreography in class, he would touch your arm or your waist to get you in the right position. It seemed innocent enough, except for the fact that you were internally shutting down. You started to become this giggly loser and it was more than embarrassing. At this point you just hated him being too close to you because you hated acting like a fool, but you couldn’t help it.

It was his own fault.

The week was finally over as you pack up your bag and start to make your way out. You head to your car and go to pull out your keys. You hand searches the bag you have with you and slowly you start to panic. You take your bag off your shoulder and kneel, ripping out all the contents that you had just put in. As you shook your bag inside out and realized nothing was left to come out, you gave up on life itself. You pressed your face against your car window and saw a nice set of keys lying on the front seat.

Wonderful.

You started to look for a number to call so you could get into your car, while walking back into the building.

“Hello, this is Ray’s auto and insurance, how can we help you?” You heard a voice say on the other end of your phone.

“Hi, I locked my keys into my car and was wondering if you’d be able to help me to get it out?”

“We sure can. Can I get a name and an address please?” You excitedly gave all the details the girl on the other end asked for.

“Alright,” The woman continues. “We can get into your car for you but it might be a while still. All vehicles have to be back at shop at 8PM today for an inspection and since it is now 7:36, it’s going to be very hard to get there and back within the arranged time.”

“Oh...” You sigh. It’s just your luck too. You figure you’ll just call another place, hoping that they aren’t having an inspection today too.

“But, because of the troubles caused we can get that car for you first thing in the morning and give a discount on the pricing, we will go a whole fifty percent off for ya. Does that sound okay?” Does it sound okay?

“Yes! That’ll work fine thank you. I will be seeing you tomorrow then!”

“Sure, let’s say 10:00AM?”

“Sounds good to me!” You hung up your phone feeling like a winner, that was until you realized you have no car and no way into your house, seeing as though you live alone and keep the place locked up tight. You hope that someone is still in the studio and will be able to bring you over to your friend’s house to stay for the night.

You hear inside of the studio before you see the inside of the studio. Music played loudly and you peeked your head in to see two black haired boys dancing in a way you’ve never seen them before. The choreo looked challenging. Actually, impossible, but Rowoon and Taeyang were both epically displaying every move with perfect unity.

The music died down and you didn’t know whether you should move towards them or slowly back away and leave, but Rowoon caught you before you had a chance.

“Hey Y/N! What are you still doing here?” He asked.

“Uhm… Well actually I just-”

“Couldn’t get enough of me?”

“What the hell. No. I left my keys inside of my locked car so I was gonna see if someone would drive me over to my friend’s house, but it looks like you two are busy and I see no one else here so I’ll just start walking.”

“You are not walking.” Taeyang says as he walks towards the radio and shuts it off.

“It’s really not a big deal, walking won’t hurt.”

“Just give me a quick minute.” You watch as Taeyang left the room and then turned back to Rowoon who was giving you a large smile. You smile back but it just caused him to smile larger.

“What?” You ask curious as to his actions. He was just sitting there. His response was a soft giggle and he turned away from you.

“Rowoon… What is it?” You try again.

“Oh, like you don’t already know Miss Weak In The Knees.”

“What?” You try again, but this time aware of his intentions.

“You think I wouldn’t notice all of your sighs and dreamy eyed stares his way?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about, I’m sorry.”

“Yeah? This doesn’t ring a bell? ‘Oh, wow Taeyang you must really like dancing. You’re so cool and manly. I think your butt is so cute and the way your eyes glisten makes my heart beat faster than a cheetah’s legs.’” You felt weak. You never said those things out loud but man oh man did you think them.

“Como?” You say with a betraying teenage boy who’s going through puberty voice.

“Nice crackle there Pop.” He laughs. “Don’t worry though, I haven’t told him anything. It’s so much cuter to see you freak out when he makes eye contact with you. You should see your cheeks man.”

Not only were you offended at his cruel kink of watching someone slowly wish they were dead, but he had the nerve to pinch your cheeks too.

“Cwuel.” You blubber out due to him still hanging onto your baby cheeks.  You smacked at him and tried to make him release your cheeks but he wouldn’t give in, instead he laughed.

“Say that you love me and then I’ll let go.” He said with a smile.

“I wub oo.”  You whisper.

“What was that, I can’t hear you?”

“I wub oo! I wub oo! I wub oo!” You shout and he finally let’s go. “Jesus man, how about you rip the damned things off?!”

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it. Here, I’ll rub them for you.” He reaches out at you but you slap his hands away.

“You are such a clingy puppy dog, leave me alone you Rottweiler.”

“No, wait! Don’t go!” He says following you as you walk away. He catches you and pulls you into a bear hug.

“What do you want from me?!” You cry out.

“Attention.”

“Ready to go then or should I wait?” You hear a voice say to your side. You waddle over, Rowoon still stuck on your back, to come face to chest with Taeyang. He was looking at you unamused. You’re sure that he just has his own things to do, he was upset about you taking him away from his own dance practice and now he’s pissed. You couldn’t help but get mad at yourself for visibly upsetting him.

“Give us a minute more.” Rowoon says, snuggling his head further into your neck.

“I’m ready!” You say smacking at his hands in hopes of him letting go. Luckily, he does with a sad sigh but you ignore it as you follow Taeyang outside. Rowoon mumbles something about not getting a goodbye but you were already too far away from him to want to shout back.

You proceed to walk behind Taeyang and can’t help but pay attention to the muscles in his back. You could tell he worked out to maintain that dancer body and oh God was it paying off.

“Thanks again for the ride.” You say as you make your way into the passenger’s seat of his car.

“Yeah.” He says as he throws his stuff into the backseat of his car and starts the engine. You notice he seems upset but you try not to let it get to your head because why freak out, it’s probably not all your fault. I’m sure he is fine with it despite his obvious bad mood.

He offered the ride, it’s his own damned fault.

It was quiet in the car as Taeyang drove and you could hear yourself breathing like some sort of bottom feeder.

“Address?” Taeyang asked. You responded quietly and told him the address feeling super uncomfortable. There was a very awkward silence and you could only think to interrupt the time by being blunt.

“Are you okay? I really could have walked to her house, I didn’t mean to make you upset.”

“I’m not upset.” He said not taking his eyes off the road.

“You sound a tad bit upset.”

“I’m not upset, why would I be upset?”

“Because you were practicing and I made you leave…”

“You didn’t make me leave. I didn’t want you walking home.”

“I’m just saying that it would have been fine.”

“And I’m saying that it wouldn’t have.”

“Taeyang-”

“Y/N” He says while resting a hand on your knee. The light ahead turns red and he comes to a stop. He looks over at you for the first time during the car ride and you are struggling to keep your breathing even. “I promise I’m not upset. I wouldn’t have felt comfortable without knowing you got somewhere safely for the night.”

You nod your head in response and he turns away, removing his hand, as the light changed green. You smiled at the fact that he was worried about you but you were most happy that he really didn’t seem to be upset at you.

You decide to just leave the topic alone for now and if the problem arose again, to face it then. As you were making up your mind about this fact, there was a ringing noise coming from in between both you and Taeyang. You looked over and noticed that it was his phone. Taeyang didn’t even care to acknowledge the ringing and let it be. The ringing came to an end and you were about to try and spark up some more conversation when the ringing started back up again. Taeyang yet again, let the ringing continue until it went silent. You were so curious as to who this person was, it sounded like an emergency from how immediate the next call was. The phone rang for a third time and you couldn’t help but to speak up.

“Are you gonna get that?” You ask honestly just annoyed with the constant ringing.

“Nah, I’m driving.” He responds, keeping his eyes on the road. You were pleased with his driving mannerisms but it wasn’t on the same level for how annoyed you were at this person for calling yet a fourth time.

“It seems like someone really needs to get in touch with you.”

“Doubt it but, if it’s bothering you so much, you can answer it.” You were not going to answer his phone. There was no way. Answer his phone and talk to whom? His mother or something? That was not going to ha-

A fifth time.

“Hello?” You ask as you snatch the phone from in between you and Taeyang.

“Hey, who’s this?” The voice responds. It sounds like a man maybe a few years older than you but you couldn’t be sure through the loud shouts overtop of booming music.

“Uhm, I’m Y/N. I’m one of Taeyang’s students at the dance studio…”

“Hello, I’m Inseong!”

“Hi!”

“So, I’m having an emergency and I need Taeyang quick.”

“Emergency?” You begin to panic, curious as to what could be happening. Taeyang rolled his eyes and you couldn’t believe he was acting so relaxed at a time like this.

“Yeah, Jaeyoon and I are so bored and wanna go to a party. Tell Taeyang to pick us up in an hour.”

“So, your emergency… Is that you’re bored?” You hear a slight chuckle to your side and you look over to see Taeyang smiling in your direction, probably making fun of your stress earlier.

“Yes.”

“You low life scum bag! I thought something was really wrong, you can’t call that many times and say there’s an emergency only for nothing! Who do you people think you are. I was so stressed out, it wasn’t funny at all!”

“I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure you can come to the party too. Don’t be mad!”

“No offense but it literally already sounds like you’re at a party.” The music was still booming and you had to plug an ear and hold the phone close to really hear what he was saying.

“Oh no. That! Okay, just a second.” He says. You hear some more shouting and then the music goes off. You sit there a bit confused but roll with it. “Sorry it was just Jaeyoon and I. We were drinking wine and listening to some fire is all. Now we wanna dance but our neighbors would get so pissed if we tried dancing in this apartment, so we wanna go to a party.”

“Or a club.” You hear faintly in the background.

“Or a club.” Inseong repeats.

“Just a minute.” You look over at Taeyang who you see didn’t have his hands on the wheel. You hadn’t even noticed you arrived at your stop. “Here, you can talk to Taeyang yourselves.”

You hand over the phone and Taeyang laughs as he puts it up to his ear. You gather all of your things and open up the car door. When you step out, you peek your head back into the car and see Taeyang still looking at you.

“Thank you for the ride, I guess I’ll see you on Monday?” You thank him.

“Y/N, I hope you know I’m not gonna leave until I know you are inside of that house.”

“What?”

“You didn’t even call a friend asking to stay at their place. What if they are busy?”

“Then I’ll wait for her to come home. It’s a nice day.” He just stares at you for a few seconds and then turns away, responding to his phone call.

“I’ll be right here, waiting to see you walk inside.” He says turning to look at you. He calmly stares at you again until you walk away, then you hear him speaking on the phone again.

You make your way to your friend’s front door and that’s when things really begin to get shaky. You look in the driveway and notice that there wasn’t any car there. You play it off and assume she was just gone for a moment and would be back soon. You figure now would probably be a good time to call seeing if you could stay at their house.

You begin dialing their number as you knock on the front door. You wait but no one answers the door. You knock again, the same time that your phone was processing your call.

“Hello?” A voice said on the other side.

“Hey, where are you right now?”

“I’m at my aunt’s house.”

“What.” You say as a comment more than a question.

“My parents made me tag along to someone’s wedding or something. I’m so bored and happy you called me. Entertain me, please. This thing is dragging on.”

“When will you be back?!” You panic.

“Uhm someone is excited for my return. I’ll be back in like three days I think.”

“Why wouldn’t you tell me this?”

“I guess I didn’t know I had to… Why, what’s up?”

“I locked my keys in my car and don’t have a spare. Do you have a spare, I’m at your house right now?”

“What? My house? How’d you get there?”

“Taeyang dropped me o- “

“Taeyang that cute dance instructor Taeyang?!”

“Yes.” You look over at the man in question to see him playfully laughing on the phone still. As you stare he looks up at you and gives a soft smile. You smile back and then quickly look away. “Listen, I need in your house and I need to be in there now!”

“I do have spare keys but, they are with me.” You start rubbing your head trying not to snap.

“Why do you have your spares, with you?” You speak through gritted teeth.

“In case I need them…” She whispers.

“I’m hanging up now.” You say before removing the phone from your ear. Your plan was to just go to a hotel for the night. You knew of other people to ask but you weren’t really close enough with any of them to actually reach out about the situation.

“So, do you want to come over to my apartment?” You turn around to see Taeyang standing behind you with his hands in his pockets.

“What? No, it’s fine. I’m just going to stay at a hotel.” You respond scratching your neck. “I can also call for a taxi so you can go home. No need to wait for me.”

“Why would you spend your money like that when I’m offering to let you stay over at my place for free?”

“I don’t want to intrude.”

“On what? I have nothing else going on, you wouldn’t be intrusive in any way at all.”

“Uhm... Only if you are sure.” You draw out.

“I’m sure!” He smiles. He swings an arm around your shoulder and begins to walk you back to his car. “You wanna go to a party?”

~

 After agreeing with Taeyang’s suggestion to go to a party, he decided to drive you home so you could both shower and get changed out of your dance clothing. He parked in front of an apartment building and exited the car. You went back to grab your stuff but realized it was gone. You start to stress thinking you left it behind somewhere when you notice Taeyang is carrying it himself. He waits for you at the front of the building and is holding the door open for you.

“Thank you.” You mutter and Taeyang shows you yet another of his pleasing smiles. You follow as he leads you through the halls and upstairs until you stop in front of the door number 302. He unlocks the door and opens it, giving you a gesture to walk in first.

You enter assuming there to be some sort of boy’s nest in the place but are instead surprised with a very well put and clean space.

“Sorry it’s a little dirty.” He comments as he walks in behind you. He sets both of your bags down on the couch and then puts away a sweatshirt that was lying on a chair. “I wish I would have cleaned up beforehand.”

You snicker to yourself catching Taeyang’s attention. He looks at you in confusion but you just turn away.

“You can take a shower in here.” He says motioning towards a door to the left of him. “My room is this one on my right. You can grab any clothes out of there that you might need. I’m supposed to pick up Jaeyoon and Inseong though too, so I’m gonna go next door to my friends place and shower. Maybe that’ll save us some time!”

You nod your head at him and give him a smile. He begins to walk towards the door when you reach out for him. You grab the sleeve of his shirt and he stops to look back at you, cocking his head to the side. You want to tell him that he looks super cute when he does that, but instead let go of his shirt.

“Thank you again for everything that you are doing for me tonight. I really appreciate you looking out for me. I know that I’m only a student of yours but I’m really happy you care and help me out.” You shyly look everywhere but at him. You wait for him to say or do something but he just stands there. Finally, you look at him and see he was just staring at you with this cheesy ass grin.

“Aish… What am I to do after that?” He says stepping forward and ruffling your hair a bit, giving it a little pat at the end. “You are just too cute sometimes.”

He turns around and exits the room with a soft laugh coming out of him. You stand there breathless, staring at his retreated back and panic both internally and externally.

Cute?

 ~

You had exited the shower and was now waiting for Taeyang to say he was ready to go. You decided to still wear your under garments from earlier seeing as how you weren’t going to go commando and free the nipples, especially in someone else’s clothes… You had on a pair of Taeyang’s grey sweatpants and a white t-shirt. His clothes were baggy on you but then again you were styled for comfort not fashion today. Besides, you were just ecstatic about being able to wear his clothing in the first place.

You skipped over the makeup, assuming you’d just be getting shit faced anyways and didn’t want to look like a mess if it ever came to be that way. Plus, you didn’t have any makeup with you so it was a no go. Taeyang had on blue jeans and a light pink sweatshirt that made him look as soft as his personality was. He was currently trying to dry his hair before you two left.

“Okay, I’m ready if you are Y/N!” Taeyang said as he exited the bathroom. Whenever you saw him he looked so ethereal.  No matter where he was or what he was in. He had a way of being too real to believe.

“I’m ready!” You say with a smile on your face. You both make your exit and hop back into the car. He began to drive, asking you to play some music.

You plug in your music and begin playing songs from your playlist as Taeyang starts driving towards his friend’s house. You begin feeling a peaceful silence, other than the music and Taeyang’s soft hums, that is. The relaxed vibes of the moment is a comfortability you wished you could get used it.

 ~

You come to the synopsis that the boys Inseong and Jaeyoon were way cooler in person than over the phone. Rather than giving off the needy and lonely aura they were, only an hour ago, they were instead really relaxed and funny. The whole car ride you were listening to them make jokes about their night, each other, and even Taeyang. You laughed in the passenger’s seat, occasionally looking over at Taeyang to make sure he wasn’t ever offended, always proving to be fine when he joked with them right back.

You four all walk into the house where a party was very obviously happening. When you enter, Inseong and Jaeyoon speed away to where a bunch of people were eating, leaving you alone with Taeyang.

“So, was this how you were planning on spending your Friday night?” Taeyang turns and asks you.

“More like the exact opposite, but who’s complaining?” You respond with a smile. He gives a soft smile back and you try not to visibly explode when he does.

“Well I told some friends that I’d meet up with them when we got here.” You immediately shy back up. Of course, he wants to go hang out with his friends at a party like this rather than you but, you don’t know anyone else other than him. You don’t want to spend an entire party night as the loser drinking alone in the kitchen.

“Well, will we meet back up again later or something?” You ask. He looks at you quizzically and you just stand there.

“No…?”

“Oh…” You feel so stupid, you’re so embarrassing and question why the Gods above have fooled you into believing that you could go out and not be a total noob.

You feel warmth around your waist as Taeyang pulls you into him and starts leading you through a hallway or two.

“Did you think I was going to leave you alone or something, Y/N?” He asks with a slight chuckle.

“No, no, that’s not-“ You try

“You’d miss me too much if I left you alone and I can’t leave this place with a beautiful, snot covered, crying girl. People will start to assume the worst, ya know?”

“Trust me, at this rate, I wouldn’t have been missing much.”

“Ouch, she fires back!” He laughs and turns to you. You smile back up at him as you started making your way through a door frame. Someone behind the both of you shoves their way through roughly and messily, obviously drunk. Taeyang pushes your back into the side of the frame in a result and leans into you. He looks at the guy who bumped into him and laughs as he moves towards a group of people in the same sloppy way he passed you both just a second ago. You stand there staring at his face which is closer than it has ever been before. When he was bumped, Taeyang placed his hands on your hips trying to keep himself sturdy and they still remained there. As the boy disappears into his group of friends, Taeyang returns his focus back onto you and you can’t help but to stare at that soft smile he always has.

His lips are plump, especially the bottom one and such a light pink. You try to stop looking but they have you in a trance. Slowly the smile that was on his lips begin to go straight and you look up trying to figure out why. You make eye contact with him and he seems to be even closer than he was a moment ago. His facial features seemed serious and his eyes locked on you. He licks his lips and you glance down for a lingering moment.

“See something you like?” He asks you in a voice lower than usual. You tense up and begin looking around for some distraction.

“Is there something to drink around here? I’m parched. I’m gonna go do that. Yes.” You slip away from Taeyang and don’t look back as you make your way to a kitchen. You grab yourself your own drink, not even sort of trusting someone else to do it. This was a party in which you only really knew one person anyways, it’s always good to be careful. Either way, you didn’t want to get totally hammered with Taeyang having to watch over you. You figured water would just be the best for the both of you tonight.

After you down one solo cup of tap water, refill, and grab something for Taeyang, you head back down the path where Taeyang was leading you earlier. You begin peeking in random places hoping to see the dark-haired boy. Finally, you catch sight of him talking with a small group sitting on couches looking pretty comfortable and cozy. You make your way over and stand next to Taeyang as he speaks to one of the boys. You look over and see an attractive boy with blonde hair who has Taeyang engrossed in conversation. The boy seemed younger than the both of you but still had mature vibes to him.

“Who’s this?” The boy asks as the conversation begins to end between him and Taeyang.

“I’m Y/N.” You reply with a smile. He smiles back at you and you feel the need to drink some more out of your solo cup to hide your face.

“I’m Hwiyoung, I used to dance with Taeyang before I became too good for him.” He smirks.

“He didn’t.” Taeyang deadpans. “I teach a beginner’s level and you and Chani shouldn’t have ever been in that class in the first place. You two just wanted to make Rowoon and I look like fools.”

“Accurate.” Hwiyoung laughs.

“Hwiyoung is family friends with Rowoon, they’ve known each other for years. One day he and his friend, Chani came into our class and basically fucked around the whole time and made us look like incompetent losers.” Taeyang explains.

“Well you really can be sometimes…” You respond, hiding your smile behind the cup you continued to sip from.

“The woman doesn’t lie!” Hwiyoung exclaims. Taeyang just rolls his eyes and wraps his arm around your waist pulling you towards him. You start to feel goosebumps all underneath the fabric in the areas he touches, but don’t fight it off because the feeling is, in a way, so nice to feel.

“You get your drink?” Taeyang asks you and you put your cup up in the air as if proof to say ‘duh.��

“I also got one for you!” You say with a smile, pushing it towards him.

“What is it?” Taeyang asks.

“Just water, I didn’t know what you’d like.”

“Water is perfect, thank you.” He smiles at you, taking the cup from your hand.

You start to feel fingertips drawing softly on the sweatpants you were wearing and you could feel your blush coming on as you comprehended how touchy Taeyang was being with you. You wanted to question everything but at the same time you were telling yourself not to.

“So how long have you two been dating?” Hwiyoung asks.

“Dating? We aren’t dating. What would make you say that?” You blurt out. Taeyang didn’t seem to be listening as he just continued to draw patterns on you. You saw him finish his drink and place his empty cup on the ledge by his head.

“Scoot over.” Taeyang tells Hwiyoung. He does and Taeyang takes a seat, leaving you standing by the couch, planted.

Wasn’t he going to say something? You looked like a fool trying to prove your case. Instead of denial, Taeyang pulled you towards him and placed you on his leg, wrapping his arm around your waist again and placing his hand on the side of your thigh. You froze for a moment and then tried to stand back up, but Taeyang wouldn’t let you go, making you sit on top of him.

“Yeah, what in the world would have made me believe you two were together?” Hwiyoung smiles as he watches the both of you.

“We seriously aren’t together.” You deny again, but you knew it was hard to believe because Taeyang was showing the exact opposite. You decide to smack Taeyang’s hand a little and he looked up at you with a cute little pout. “Stop making fun of me.”

“I’m not.” He responds with a serious face that sends shivers down your back. He slowly turns away from you and looks at Hwiyoung, proceeding with a serious aura to say, “We aren’t dating.”

“Mhmm. Well in that case, Y/N, wanna go and dance?” Hwiyoung asks you with a smile. Taeyang wraps his other arm around you, keeping you locked in.

“You’re too young for her.” Taeyang fires back.

“No, I’m not?”

“You don’t even know how old she is.”

“Trust me, with these looks, I’m not too young for anyone.”

“You’re like 12.”

“I’m 18…”

“Sorry, all I heard was ‘goo goo ga ga’ and I don’t speak baby.”

“Hyung.”

“Welp, we better go check on Inseong and Jaeyoon.”

“No need, they are with Youngbin and Dawon ‘dancing’ and Zuho is already taking all of them home afterwards. I heard them talking about it.”

“Are you sure you didn’t drink something else before I gave you that water?” You ask Taeyang. He glances over at you and then back at Hwiyoung.

“I’ll be back.” Taeyang says as he stands up and removes himself from the couch. You get up with him and then sit back down after he leaves for some stairs.

“Sorry about that, he is just fun to tease sometimes.” Hwiyoung says to you. “He’s probably pouting in a bathroom because he thinks I like you.”

“What? No… Probably not. That’s a good joke, funny boy.” You respond flustered.

“Go after him and find out then.” You debate it for a moment as Hwiyoung dares you to go. You finish your cup and stand up to find Taeyang.

You walk upstairs and begin knocking on doors hoping to find Taeyang. You find numerous people in the rooms you search but no sign of Taeyang. You decide to give up and just sit down when you caught a glance of Taeyang exiting a room on the other side of the house. You make your way towards him and as you move forward, an overwhelming amount of confidence envelops you. As you are in front of Taeyang, you grab his arm and start pulling him back into the room that he just walked out of. Once you both are inside, you close the door behind you and cross your arms.

“What’s going on?” You ask him upfront. He doesn’t say anything, he just stares at you and cocks his head to the side a bit. “This just isn’t how you usually act around me.”

“How so?” He questions, taking steps closer towards you. You step back with his every step closer until, your back is leaned up against the door and he places a palm up against the door, next to your face.

“Well this for one. You are so much closer to me than usual, and you’re touching me like you don’t usually.”

“Like this?” He asks as he puts his other hand on your waist, and rubs his thumb up and down.

“Well, yes.” You gulp.

“Is that a problem Y/N? Do you want me to stop?” He asks leaning forward so his face was only an inch away.

“No! I mean…”

“Tell me what you mean?” He whispers as his hand by your face starts to slide down and his thumb caresses your cheek. When you don’t have anything to say, Taeyang begins speaking again. “What’s going on? That’s what you want to know? As if I’m not making everything obvious enough as it is.”

He leaned his face towards the side of your head, pressing his body against yours. He began whispering in your ear, making you shiver and grab a hold of his shirt to keep stable.

“I want you, in every way. I wanted you from the first day I met you. I want your cute, dorky comments just as much as I want your legs wrapped around me. I want you with me, even after your dance classes are up. I want you as more than just my dance student. I want you to be mine. That’s what’s going on.”

You don’t know what to say, but you also don’t really get a chance to mutter anything as his lips are pressed against yours. You start to question everything that was happening until you decide not to waste this moment thinking. His hands are sot, but tense, on your waist and softly caressing your cheek with rough fingers.

His lips, oh man his lips. They were soft and devour your own as he moves them slowly. He doesn’t force it to be hard and it isn’t sloppy. It is passionate and eager. Once you stop using your head and let yourself wander, your hands trail up to the back of his neck and he pushes you harder against the wall. You gasp as Taeyang moves his hands under your thighs and lifts you up against the wall. With your mouth open, Taeyang deepens the moment by biting onto your now open mouth. In shock, trying not to collapse in his arms both figuratively and literally, you grab on to what you can, which happened to be a fistful of hair and wrap your legs securely around his waist.

At this point, Taeyang lets out a low, guttural, type of growl which you swallow. His hands begin to act needy as they both slide underneath your shirt to your hips. He holds you tightly as if you’d disappear if he wasn’t holding on hard enough. Your mouths move together and his hips follow in sync. You feel his lower half pushing down into you and you feel so weak it’s almost exhausting.

Your tongues move together in a beautiful rhythm, every so often receiving teeth instead, tugging and pulling on your lips. The biting continues as his mouth moves down to your chin and the crook of your neck. You tilt your head backwards and let yourself be taken away by the moment. In one spot in particular you let out a soft whimper, causing Taeyang to smirk within his bites. He stayed on the one spot for too long as your whimpers turned into moans and your fists grew white due to how hard you were holding onto whatever you could.

“Taeyang…” You moan. He removes his mouth from your neck and places them back on your lips, letting himself linger for a moment.

“Yes Princess?” He questions as he stares into your eyes with his own hooded ones. You exhale as lightly as you can but it comes out exactly as you were feeling, heavy.

“I want you too,” You begin, taking note on the smile on Taeyang’s face as you say so. “But, I’m not doing this in some random bathroom with you.” He smirks and lets out a small laugh as he peppers your face with kisses. His hands slide out from underneath your shirt and very obviously, slowly down your backside, sending chills right up your backbone. He lowers your legs that were around him and sets you down softly. He pulls away from you and fixes your shirt so you look less messy and holds you next to him by placing his hand on your waist. He opens the door behind you and shimmy’s both of you out of the door frame. You lean into his side as you make your way down stairs.

Along the way you see Hwiyoung and decide to say goodbye to him. You really did enjoy talking to him and his company and you didn’t want to leave a bad impression with him, so you wanted to at least bid him farewell. You stopped as you found yourself in front of him and gave him a large smile.

“We are going to head out now,” You begin. Taeyang is too antsy as he stands behind you and begins to place small kisses on your neck. You lightly slap him off of you as you tried to talk to Hwiyoung but he wasn’t stopping. “It was very nice to meet you and hopefully we will see each other again soon.”

“And you two aren’t together or anything, right?” Hwiyoung says as he looks between you and Taeyang hovering above you.

“Goodbye Hwiyoung.” Taeyang says as he pushes you out of the house. You wave goodbye and quickly head out with him to where you parked. You get in the car and anticipate the arrival after the ride. Once Taeyang gets in the driver’s seat, his hand automatically wraps around your thigh and he pulls out onto the street. As he begins driving, you close your eyes, taking in the moment and trying to understand how this is happening. You open your eyes and see the apartment Taeyang lives in, in your rearview mirror.

“Wait, where are we headed?” You ask trying to figure out where he was taking you.

“I’ve got an idea. Just trust me.”

 ~

“This was your idea?” You ask as you look at the familiar surroundings. The smells of sweat and cleaning product engulfs your senses and you really start to question if this whole night has been some kind of a joke.

“This was my idea’s venue, not the idea itself.” Taeyang said as he unlocked the doors of the dance studio.

“What could you possibly want to do in here?” You question.

“Oh, I could think of plenty of things, but tonight there’s just one.” He pulls you inside and locks the door behind the both of you. You watch as he moves towards the speakers and plugs his phone in. Music starts to play softly from above and he makes his way back to you. He grabs your waist and pulls you back towards him as his mouth meets yours and the neediness in his motives begin to be prominent. He pulls away and leaves you waiting for him to come back to you. You open your eyes and see he has moved to the other side of the room.

“You’ve really been improving your dancing lately Y/N.” He says as he pulls a chair out from a stack and drags it towards you. “Have you been practicing hard outside of the class too?”

“Yeah…” You say slowly as he takes a seat in front of you. He grabs onto your hands and pulls you in between his legs, looking at you from top to bottom with a bite on his lip.

“Will you show me?” He asks.

“What?”

“Show me what you’ve learned Princess.” He tells you as he lustfully stares into your eyes. You begin to panic with wide eyes as you try to find a way to get out of this because you didn’t want to look like a fool.

“I can’t-” You start but Taeyang cuts in by grabbing onto your waist and placing you on his open thigh.

“If you give a good show, I’ll give out an even better award.” He smirks as he moves his leg up and down in a bouncing motion to make you glide across his thigh. You steady yourself by placing your hands on his shoulders and letting out a loud gasp. His hands grab your hips and move them slowly along him and you can feel yourself growing wetter with every motion.

“You think you can do that for me Princess?” He asks and you nod your head in agreement.

“Good girl.” He smiles as he helps you to stand back up. You stand there for a moment and awkwardly think of a good way to start out. You want to do this for him and with him, but you just question on how to do so.

“Do you need my help?” He asks you after a few patient moments of you stepping from side to side. You nod your head embarrassed and look away from him as you begin to blush. “Come here baby.”

You moved your way towards him and he grabbed onto the bottom of the shirt you were wearing, pulling you close enough to him where he could reach anywhere he wanted.

“You’re not going to need those anymore.” He says as he tugs on the waistband of the sweatpants he lent you. He begins to slide them down your hips and you put your hands on his shoulders as he removes them completely. You are now standing in front of him with only his large t-shirt covering your body.

“Fuck, you’re so sexy Y/N.” Taeyang says as he takes a look at you and your now bare legs. “Show me what you’re wearing underneath.”

He sits back in the chair again and places his hands behind his head as he looks at you. You decide to tease him a bit as you just barely lift up the shirt you’re wearing so he can only see a small part of your underwear. A song you recognize begins playing and you decide to try and lose yourself in the music. Paying attention to the rhythm, you sway your body in tune with the song You by 11:11. You lifted up your shirt again and this time showed your underwear completely, sliding your fingers in and out of the waist band as you stared at Taeyang’s hooded eyes, focused on your hips movements. You bit your bottom lip as you acknowledged how entranced he seemed to be with your body.

You turned around and looked over your shoulder as you continued to move your hips side to side and in circular movements. You decided to tease him a bit more and stuck your butt out, grinding the air just above his pants, being careful as to not touch him at all. As the chorus of the song began and the pickup of the music got going, Taeyang grabs onto your hips and pushes your bottom down onto him. He makes a low noise as you move back and forth on his lap, feeling his hard on begin.

You push down hard and he guides your hips at the pace he wants you, kissing your neck and clothed shoulders the entire time. Taeyang turns you around so you now face him and are able to grind onto him harder. You feel your panties dripping and the heat of the moment making you sweat. You pull off the shirt you were wearing as your hips continued to roughly move on top of the jeans Taeyang was wearing and Taeyang immediately attacks your chest with his mouth. He ignores the fact that you are still wearing your bra and sucks onto every inch of skin he can find. His hands reach from your waist to your back as he unhooks your bra. You continue to move on him in a faster pace and let his hands roam all over your chest

“God you’re so beautiful.” He murmurs into your skin as he kisses from your collarbone down to your perked nipples. One hand rubs up and down your hip, as the other massages the breast his mouth isn’t attached to.

“Taeyang.” You moan, pulling at the bottom of his sweatshirt, wanting his clothes off just as much as he wanted yours.

“I’m sorry Princess, I was being too greedy.” He says as he pulls away from you and removes his sweatshirt. “You gave such a good show, I’m really proud of you. I think you deserve your reward, but I’m going to need you to help me out a bit first. Can you handle that?”

You nod your head simply as he leads you to stand up. You watch him as he removes his jeans and underwear, sitting on the edge of the chair. You look at his member and notice it’s thick size. You watch as he wraps a hand around himself and tells you to kneel down in front of you. You follow his orders and kneel down in front of him.

You lean forward and lick his tip as his hand moves up and down his base. He makes a sigh sound as your wet mouth contacts his hard on. You enjoy the sound so you wrap your mouth around his whole tip, rather than a lick, and suck to create a pressure around his cock. He removes his hand and you take your chance to force him to glide down your throat. You move up and down as far as you can while rubbing his balls underneath, every so often giving them a suck as well.

Eventually, Taeyang puts his hands on the back of your head and makes you choke around his now completely hard cock. He pulls your head away and then pushes you back down on him. You grab a hold of his thighs and squeeze onto him as he pushes to the back of your throat.

“God your throat feels so good around me Princess. You like sucking on my cock, do you?” He asks. You nod your head as much as you can and let out a moan in approval with watery eyes. Taeyang pushes your head back and forth a couple more times allowing you to get a good breath in every time, before he removes your head completely from him with a pop. Spit runs down the side of your mouth and connects to his member as you try to catch your breath.

“Lie down baby.” Taeyang says as stands up and pushes the chair he was using, backwards. You do as he says and lie on your back, waiting for him to tell you what he wants next. He comes back and his hands trail from your arms, down your sides, to the front of your stomach.

“Lift your hips up.” He says and you comply. He pulls at the underwear you still have on and slowly removes it from your body. “Princess, your panties are soaked. What made you so wet?”

“You did.” You whimper as he rubs a thumb smoothly across your clit.

“You want me to help you out again? Give you what you earned Princess?”

“Yes, please.” You beg him. He reaches into his discarded pants and finds his wallet. After digging around for a second, he pulls out a condom. He opens the package and slides the rubber onto him. He doesn’t finally give you want you want though. He moves a hand down to your warmth and rubs your clit again with his thumb, sliding his pointer finger up and down your entrance. As your liquids begin to build up again, he slides a finger inside of you, making you moan and grab onto his arm on the side of you. As you gasp and beg, Taeyang swallows your cries with his mouth and gives you sloppy, tongued kisses.

“You feel so warm around my fingers, I can only imagine how you’ll feel in just a little bit Princess.” You moan at his promises of more. He chooses that time to slide a second finger into your entrance and you cry out his name as he roughly scissors his fingers back and forth.

“You’re sucking my fingers in so easily baby, your so wet for me. I think you ready to take me in now. What do you think?” He asks you as he continues to roughly finger you.

“Yes, please. I’m ready, please.” You beg, hoping for some sweet release soon.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He says, pulling his fingers out of you and licking them clean while staring you in the eyes. You gulp as he rubs on himself a bit more, as best as he can with the condom on. He lines himself up with your entrance and rubs his tip up and down your wetness.

“Are you ready?” He asks, pecking your cheek.

“Yes.” You say with a waver in your voice.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop.”

“I won’t want you to.” You promise as you rest your hands around his biceps to remain steady. Taeyang begins slowly pushing his way into you and your breathing begins to get heavy and shaky. He enters you completely and stays in place as you get adjusted to his width.

“You can move.” You say after a moment of you beginning to catch your breath again. He doesn’t hesitate as he pulls himself in and out of you, breathing heavily as he tries to be patient with you. You give out soft moans as he moves, but you can feel his arms tensed up as you hold on.

“I’m sorry Princess, I really can’t hold back anymore.” He says as he speeds up inside of you. You feel your body move forward with his every thrust and you close your eyes as the pleasant pain envelops you. He pushes himself into you roughly as he removes his hands from your arms and holds them together above you.

“Leave your hands right here, okay Princess?” He asks. You nod your head yes, but he doesn’t seem to like your silent answers anymore. “Let me hear your voice, do you understand?”

“Yes, I understand.” You pant out at him. He removes his hands from around your wrists and he places them on your spread thighs instead. His hands are so roughly pushed on your thighs, you think they might leave fingerprints, but the pain was masked by the pleasantness driving through you at the same time.

“God, you feel so good around me. So warm and tight Princess. You’re doing so good for me.” He says to you as you gasp from underneath him. He continues to ride into you and begins rubbing your clit along with every thrust. Suddenly you feel yourself nearing your high and you didn’t want to do so feeling so far away from Taeyang.

“I’m really close, please let me hold you too Taeyang.” You blurt out as he moves inside of you.

“Yes baby.” He says, moving faster inside of you. He kisses your open mouth over and over again and you try your best to return him with your own, but stay focused on the sensation you feel beginning to ripple through you. Taeyang begins pinching your clit and pulling, rubbing you harder, trying to get some more sounds out of you.

“Taeyang, I’m coming!” You start crying out as he rubs you faster and he smirks as he sees you writhing beneath him.

“Who makes you feel this way? Say my name baby.” He asks you as you’re beginning to clench. You repeat his name over and over again as you see white and your body spasms around him. The tense feeling of you reaching your high sends Taeyang over the edge himself.

“Fuck.” He curses as he rides himself out inside of you, waiting for his orgasm to end. Once he finishes and takes a moment to catch his breath, he slides out from inside of you and removes the condom on him. He ties it up and throw it into the waste bin closest to him, before returning back to you. He lies on his back next to you and wraps an arm around you, pulling you into his side, one of your legs entangled with his own.

“That was everything I imagined it would be, and more.” He whispers to you, kissing you on your head. “You’re so beautiful Y/N. I don’t think I can let you get away from me after this.”

“I won’t be going anywhere.” You smile up at him. “At least not for tonight, because I’m still locked out until tomorrow morning.”

He laughs at you and gives you another peck on the cheek before standing up, to put his clothing back on. He starts cleaning up after the both of you by bringing the trash with the condom in it, to the dump. He puts the chair back where it was originally and cleans off the floor that was covered in your juices. You begin putting your own clothing on after he is almost done and you lie there and rest for a while. You put on your bra and t-shirt, but for some reason can’t find your sweatpants or underwear.

“Taeyang, where are my bottoms?” You ask as he grabs his keys and turns of the music that had been playing without your realization.

“Oh those? I figured you wouldn’t need them.” He responds as he grabs your hand and walks with you back outside the room you came. You try to stay put, but you were just being drug out the door.

“Why wouldn’t I need them?” You ask.

“It’ll just be easier to leave them off until we get back to my place for round two, Princess.” He smiles at you, with that beautiful smile that got you in this position in the first place.

[moonraccoon-exe]

Idk about but i do really like to think that gladnis got marry and got kids together. I'm not into mpreg but hey just imagine female ignis going into labor and she tried to rip the tattoos of gladio's skin cause the contraction is killing her and gladio is the strong amicitia trying to calm his wife like that would be hilarious. Whaddaya think moon?

What do I think- what do I THINK?

I

SHIP IIIIIIIIIIT

i had pictured (in a Gladnis AU of course) that they were happily ever after (as much as they could be, ya know, what with such a TRAGEDY geez) and eventually got married too

I just hadn’t thought about having kids. Idk they look kinda like the couple to be happeh just on their own.

But the mental image of dads!Gladnis is just ADORABLE.

I think that it’d be very fine to keep both as they are and throw adopted kids to them, that’d be SODAMNCUUUUUUUTE

But what you write in here is like HOLY MOTHER OF SHIVA, YES, OKAY, LET ME EXPLAIN

I ship the normal Gladnis

And I hardcore-ly ship Genderbend Gladnis

NEVER HAD IT CROSSED MY HEAD TO ONLY GENDERBEND ONE OF THEM APSJDIJFPSFJ

And I just found out, thanks to you anon,  THAT I SHIP THIS TOO

Gladio x Fem!Ignis ajkfsjfjdfsd

Okay have this beautiful picture of female Ignis, I don’t know the original source but have it cause she looks beautiful, okay? Okay, THAT’S Fem Ignis and ain’t nobody telling me otherwise.

YES I SHIP IT, I SHIP IT NOW, OHDEAR.

Agh, everything would be SO FLUFFY about them having kids, because like, ajfsdoij, Gladio would be a total sucker for pregnancy, he’d be so excited it’s just ridiculous.

He’s gonna carry a photo of her with the big belly in his phone and he’s going to show literally EVERYONE

“Hey look, this is my wife, we’re expecting our first child”

“That’s nice, sir”

“We’re kinda nervous, ahaha, ya know not easy being first time dad, I’m very excited you know and so happy, I’m going to explode, you know”

“Yes, sir”

“Doesn’t she look pretty? I mean you can look but can’t touch, not like she’d let you anyway, she’s fierce you know that, it’s so sexy, and-”

“Sir, are you going to pay for the coffee or not?”

Ayyyyy

Gladio teasing Ignis trying to scare her with “myth has it that giving birth feels like breaking all your bones at once but twice the worse.”

And Ignis will be all over 9 months SERIOUSLY CONFIDENT about it cause “Gladiolus, I travelled with the King of Light, I fought 2 Astrals, I helped kill another one, I went into the heart of the enemy Empire being recently injured and blinded, and I hunted for ten years of eternal night. Pregnancy is a child’s game.”

Reason of why Gladio wil be laughing at her during contractions because she’s just yelping out so loudly and gripping his arm so tightly and ripping off his skin and Gladio doesn’t really mind cause he’s too busy laughing at her

“A kids’ game, huh?”

“Shut the fuck up”

It’s the first time he hears her swear so much and so naturally, hahaha.

At some point near birth, Gladio’s gonna have the left arm all scratched and bruised from Ignis, and she’s midway to tattooing the right one like that to, hahah, and Ignis will suddenly yelp out in pain and grip him tightly and Gladio just like lmao ahaha calm down, Iggy, it’s fine, you’re doing alright

And the doctor is going to want to joke like

“You’re having very awful contractions, hm? That’s okay, miss, that’s surely because the baby is very, very strong.”

And Ignis will just yelp out again,and she’s breathing shallowly and when she’s done groaning she’s gonna turn to Gladio like

“Dear Astrals, Gladio…this child is definitely yours.”

And Gladio will just laugh and be so moved and eager for this to be done but he’s having fun of sorts.

Ohmygoooooddddd, the sweetest, fluffiest, loveliest, most adorable mental image of Ignis calm and exhausted but hugged to the baby and Gladio there to attend both and kissing her forehead and congratulating her for the excellent job and her courage and strength (cause it was a natural birth, just you know)

Ohmygodddddddd THAT’S MY FAVE THING OF THE MONTH NOW.

If we’re following the story I’m also guessing Ignis’ blinded, and it kinda breaks my heart a little, but it’s fine too

and I bet, ahahaha, let me plant a scenario but I  need the baby’s gender, okay, let’s make it a little girl, fine, so: what with Ignis’ attitude and all, I bet that after a couple months she’s going to get curious and will quietly ask Gladio

“Who…who does she look like?” 

And Gladio will be so moved looking at the baby sleeping in his arms and he will smile warmly and with all the pride in the world he’s going to say

“Me.”

And Ignis is going to sigh very sadly and will say

“My baby…she’s horrendous.”

Lmao Gladio will laugh and will have to control himself because the laughter is going to wake the baby up, and Ignis is just smiling so widely because ain’t she ever gonna stop joking so long she breathes.

“Why, thank you, Iggy. You’re the loveliest wife in the world.”

“I know. You’re welcome.”

Imagine how POPULAR the child’s gonna be at school JESUSCHRIST

Son or daughter to the man who was Shield and the woman who was second-hand to none other than the very same King of Light himself, dear ASTRALS.

UNCLE PROMPTO

I’ll stop here I’m fangasming too much omsfpgjdpofjadf

[boleynns]

LOOSE ENDS, ASSHOLES.

I wrote this 3 days ago, because I just KNEW they were going to fuck it all up.

^PHOTO OF A LIAR, for reference. LONG list of pissed off thoughts below.

ON YOUR WATCH.

That Molly scene in TFP was so horrendous. I don’t even ship them at all, but really. How much of an asshole do you have to be???

How did John and Sherlock survive a bomb by jumping through glass windows and landing 2 stories down on the concrete with no injuries?

How did they get on that boat?

WHY were they on that boat?

WTF was that imaginary plane bullshit???

NO ONE CARES THAT THE DOG ISNT REAL, ARE YOU KIDDING ME

Why did Mary think John would pull away from Sherlock if she died, if she didn’t know she was going to die saving Sherlock? If she’d died ANY other way, John would have no reason to pull away.

Why did Mary give Sherlock the 10000% worst advice in the world (seriously, who tf tells their “friend”, who is a DRUG ADDICT, “GO FUCK YOURSELF on drugs, and GO DIE on purpose” on the random ass off chance that John would find this out in time???)?

Why did Mary have a slip of paper to knock Sherlock out prepared ahead of time?

Why did Mary tell Sherlock and John that “A.G.R.A.” was her initials, when if they had just looked at the fucking drive they would see her real name?

Why was she SOOOOO worried that Sherlock and John would look at the drive, if all that was on there were A.G.R.A.’s identities???

Why did Mary shoot Sherlock directly in the chest point blank, which did kill him enough that the doctors GAVE UP, if she wasn’t trying to fucking kill him dead forever?

Why would Mary not recognize Vivian (or at least, her voice) if A.G.R.A. worked with her?

If Mycroft dealt with freelancers, why did he not know Mary wasn’t fucking MARY???

Why would Mary name her daughter after an alias that could get said daughter KILLED??? AND WE FUCKING KNOW THAT NAME WAS DANGEROUS, BECAUSE MARY LEFT IT BEHIND TO BECOME “MARY MORSTAN” YOU IDIOTS

What did John’s letter to Sherlock say? If is wasn’t going to be addressed, why the fuck would you put it in the episode??

Why did Molly deliver such a hard “John would rather have anyone but you. Anyone” message if it had NO POINT.

Where did the baby go when everyone the baby knew was at John’s “Therapist’s” office at the beginning of TLD? And don’t give me that “it was with friendS” crap, literally only Sherlock, Molly, and Mrs. Hudson went to that kid’s babyshower for fuck sake, John has no other friends.

If you can’t handle the placement of a baby for ONE EPISODE, don’t write one into your show FOR LITERALLY NO REASON.

What was Sherlock’s reoccurring dream that he was telling Ella? Why put that in if it wasn’t important?

If Mary isn’t bad, and therefore wasn’t working with “Faith” and Culverton to set Sherlock up to die (which would have been a perfect and interesting conspiracy), HOW did “Faith” and Culverton know Sherlock would be drugged up enough to fall into their trap??

WTF was the POINT of Eurus texting with John IF SHE WASNT WORKING WITH MARY to mess with Him and Sherlock? Literally ZERO point to the “plot”.

Also, we see that John and Eurus see eachother for a 2nd time at the bus stop. I thought it was important, even though y’all acted like all they did was text, BUT NOPE just another loose end.

TD-12 was absolutely useless, and you spent SO MUCH time on it. 

why did mary keep repeating villain lines (“Miss me?” multiple times, “Anyone!” multiple times in her video, literally fuck off)

If mary had time to jump 5 feet to take a bullet after its already been shot than sherlock had time to jump out of the way you idiots

also the irony of your holier-than-thou deduction sequence when Sherlock got shot, about how big spurts of dramatic blood only happens in movies? You literally fucked yourself.

zero point to Sherlock and John’s extended “ROMANTIC LOVE WILL COMPLETE YOUUUUU” scene on every level, went no where

speaking of that scene, how did Sherlock hear “Mary” say that he should wear the hat???? HUH>?

Mrs. Hudson WATCHED Mary’’s DVD with sherlock, why was she all “OH, wonder what this is, what could it be, WOW LOOK JOHN its your wife???” later with John and Mycroft WHEN SHE KNEW SHERLOCK WAS PROBABLY DYING

Also why would she just let John watch that cold, knowing Mary’s face would show up??

Why did you make Irene a lesbian if you were going to keep making her ride Sherlock’s dick via text message AGAIN.

I’m sure she would want to tell you this if she was here, so I’ll relay the message: LITERALLY GO FUCK YOURSELVES, YOU “SHERLOCK CAN TURN A LESBIAN WOMAN STRAIGHT, HES JUST THAT AMAZING, NO HOMO!!!” ASSHOLES

why was John still crying about his no homo bro being dead after two years, no offense to my best friend but I will think of you really fondly but probably not be going to therapy forever and being all “I literally am so heartbroken that i cant even say the things that i wanted to say to him when he was alive”

speaking of that thing that he couldn’t say out loud to Ella the Therapist: i guess he just really wanted to tell sherlock “No homo tho”, just to make sure he knew that before he died

speaking of things unsaid - I guess the serious thing that sherlock was going to say to john on the tarmac, that he chose not to say for absolutely no decernable reason, was “Bro, I’m gonna miss you, bro! We had some good bro times bro, NO HOMO!!1!” and then they do that back-slap hug that guys do so things don't get too homo

no offense to the prop department, but that light-up skull, that would be either lit or not lit or COMPLETELY BLACK, was bullshit

speaking of bullshit: kindly shove all of those elephants up your ass

including that Take-Out menu on Mycroft’s fridge. I hope you get a paper-cut that never heals.

i might as well have not even bothered taking notes on these episodes, when I could have literally never watched the show before, not cared at all, and been totally fulfilled by everything by not giving a shit about details and character arcs and, you know, literally all of ACD’s original works.

OMG SHERLOCK HAS A SISTER, I don’t fucking care.

AW POOR MARY, John and her were clearly soooo in love!! - says a person who thinks couples that don’t want to be together even a little are super romantic

literally he was trying to leave his marriage like a month after it started, literally go fuck yourself

Your show made less sense, in terms of emotion and character arcs, than Guy Ritchie’s cash grab movies. Yeah. I said it.

“Look at us both”. YEAH, LOOK AT YOURSELVES IN THE MIRROR.

oh wait i forgot, you don’t know what a mirror is. what is literature? what are emotions? idk, lets make mary gasp for breathe and say “you were my whole world!!!” to john even though that makes zero fucking sense for her character or their relationship at all and does huge disservice to them both LOL

Mary could have been the most Awesome Badass Mastermind EVER but you fucked her

An Emotional Arc: Its this thing where characters (who, like people) have emotions (CRAZZY i know), and they start in one place emotionally, and end somewhere new through the story! Lets see:

Sherlock: Starts as a suave, kinda swashbuckling guy who tries to tidy up his apartment for John, asks him to dinner, and basically blushes at John’s attention. In the middle: a bit of an asshole, but one who literally tries to die for John over and over, and literally COMES BACK TO LIFE from a FATAL gunshot bc his subconsious doesn’t want to leave John with Mary. End? “Sometimes I text Irene, just like you text your side-chick! No Homo For Life, RIGHT??? Don’t think about how every action I take is to keep you safe or happy, lol”

John: Starts as an emotionally repressed, suicidal, PTSD stricken loner who is immediately enamored with Sherlock’s brain, and literally kills a man like 1 day after they meet. Middle: A bit of an asshole who is horrible at understanding that Sherlock is NOT a robot without feelings - but an asshole who is willing to die for him, and with him, but who has major trust issues. End? “I wish I had REALLY cheated on Mary with Bus Girl, I can’t believe I missed my chance! Also, even though I’m reacting extremely jealously to you texting Irene, I think you should hit that! Now hold me while I cry, and then lets get cake while my baby cries on the floor like a Sim somewhere NO HOMEO”

I will never let you forget this.

Congrats actually, you HAVE made history! You’ve made a Historically Huge Fuck Up.

Your show’s depth is thinner than Donald Trump’s skin.

200+ adaptations of Sherlock Holmes, no courage present - oh, except for that one parody “Oklahomo” one (thanks for including Sherlock tweeting an “Oklahoma!” reference also! if I had balls, that would’ve been a kick to them!).

LOL Sherlock and John - literally so hilarious!! All those people whining “They’re Not GAY that gross, Doyle would be rolling in his grave if he found out people thought that!” and “NO! SHERLOCK IS AN EMOTIONLESS ROBOT except he can fuck irene I'm okay with that for some reason”? They were all right! What a fucking joke.

I guess “Could he daily feel a stab of hunger for you, and find nourishment at the very sight of you? Yes [he’s in love with you]. But do you ache for him?” meant nothing—OH WAIT that’s from a show that actually textually acknowledged the feelings of love between it’s two main characters. And they didn’t even say “No homo!” afterwards?? I can’t believe it.

don’t ever ask your audience to pay attention on a subtextual level again. clearly, you can’t handle it.

also: I honestly couldn’t give a shit about your endless and constant derision and annoyance with people asking about the relationship between the MAIN CHARACtTERS OF YOUR FUCKING SHOW get over yourselves, and i really hope somehow ACD comes back as a ghost to haunt you one christmas, just to tell you straightt to your stupid faces that you fucked up, and how sad he is that it will always be 1895 - because nothing ever changes, and they will be stuck there forever, out of time.

how dare you bring Oscar Wilde and Freddie Mercury into this mess.

Your intentions don’t matter - what matters is that I would have been better off not paying attention to literally ANY details, not caring one ounce about the characters, and just tuning in as a completely casual viewer. 

The real lesson was “Caring is not an advantage.”, and that is sad.

And the real Final Problem? “It’s not about the characters, its about some stupid ass dog and a stupid ass ‘Saw’ house, and who gives a shit about the rest.

Congratulations - I no longer care!

[marvelous-antics]

Bloody Hell

Tom Holland x Reader

Requested: Where peter parkers/ tom hollands girlfriend is on her period. And she is in a lot of pain and he comforts her. And he hates seeing her like this so he does anything to help and lots of cuddling :)

Words: 1,394

Warnings: Womanly time of month and kissing 

A/N: This is a mess😂 ~ Ryn .xx

Life wasn’t a hard thing to hate – especially for that particular dreaded week of every month. Everything was red (quite literally), and you couldn’t help but loathe the things around you – even your poor, unsuspecting, beautiful boyfriend who could do no wrong. He never saw it coming. 

“Darling, are you in here?” You would’ve traded the world to not have Tom see you like this, but when you lived together, it was anything but easy. 

“Bloody Hell, Love, are you okay?” Why’d he have to say it like you looked all that awful? Sure your hair was a nest of knots and contorted strings, and sure you were in the same sweats you went to bed in and wore yesterday, but he said it like you looked horrendous. Unfathomably ugly.

“Yes, Tom. I’m fine. Why? Do I not look fine? Go ahead. Be honest. Use that tone some more.” His pupils were big as he kept his lips pursed, observing the way you had snapped into an upright position on the bed, biting his head off all in the same four seconds. 

“Baby, is it, um – well I mean – that week?” Yes. It was that week. The week no amount of Ibuprofen could control the inevitable pain your period brought you – and the inevitable waves of insane emotional trauma. As if someone clicked a switch, your eyes bubbled with pecks of wet, warm, tears, reasons unexplainable. 

“Yes..” You choked out a small whimper, as you slid your hands down your face.

“Tommy, I don’t know why I’m crying. Do I look as ugly as I feel right now?” Within what felt like a mere millisecond, he was by your side, rubbing his hand up and down your leg that was crossed underneath your other. 

“Darling, no. You’re so beautiful, oh my God, you have no idea how beautiful.” A light snort left your lips as you looked over into his big brown eyes – the ones that always made him look like an innocent little boy – such kind eyes. His mischievous smirk came to embrace his face, matching his playful, smiling eyes, as he leaned toward you. He came so slowly before pecking your lips, but before he could completely pull away, you grabbed onto his cheek, dragging him in longer, not willing to let him go. He grabbed on to your waist, both of your lips layering in a mess of desire. How on Earth just being near him always made you feel this way, you would never have the answer to. 

“I’m sorry I snapped at you earlier.” You mumbled against his lips, only making him bring you closer, kissing you more intensely. He sighed contently, and answered quickly, breathlessly,

“If you can’t tell, I love you too much to mind.” He had just brought one of his hands to your neck, pulling you to his lap with the other, when the pain coursed through your body, striking your fairytale in a fiery lightning bolt, cursing your perfect moment. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning, abruptly, unexpectedly, unwillingly pulling away from the love of your life. He seemed startled, but slowly registered what had happened, and as his confusion washed away, his expression melted into one of concern.

“Y/N…” He knew what it was, and in all honestly, he was more upset at the crushing pain he knew you were experiencing than anything else. 

“Baby, what can I do? I hate seeing you like this…” He had wrapped his arm around you, holding you taut against his side, wishing he could just love the pain out of you. 

“Ugh. I don’t know. Honestly if I did, we would still be kissing right now.”

He couldn’t help but let a loud cackling laugh leave from his perfect, kissable, pink lips that you were still yearning for.

“I think I have an idea. Hold on, I’ll be right back.” 

Tom had taken the keys and walked out the door, unbeknownst to you where he was going, so you had painstakingly crawled to the couch and turned on the tele, wanting nothing more than to take a knife and rip your uterus out (you had told Tom that once, and he looked so mortified it was actually quite hysterical. You had told him you weren’t being serious, and he had looked so relieved. That was the day you discovered he wanted to have kids with you, and he told you that’s why you should never attempt such a feat. You weren’t sure if he knew that he had let that slip from his lips, but you kept quiet, allowing the thought of your family be what made you silently smile sometimes). 

A jingling of the front door knob made your heart pick up its pace before the stunning figure of your boyfriend walked through the door, instantly making your whole body warm. 

“Hey, Y/N.” He had a lopsided grin on as he brought over a rugged paper sack and placed it on the table as if it were the Queen’s crown – a treasured thing. He looked so proud of himself; you thought he may burst. 

“Alright, Romeo. What’s in the sack?” He playfully rolled his eyes at you, moving your legs so he could sit down before placing them over his lap. 

“The cure.”

He carefully reached over you, treating you like delicate glass, as he pulled the bag toward him. He expectantly looked toward you, waiting for you to prod him to pull out whatever mystical thing this was. When you did, his smile only grew as he pulled out a crinkled tissue enveloping some object. He passed it to you, and you tossed it back and forth, curiosity overtaking you. You slowly unwrapped it until there in your lap sat the most gorgeous thing you’d ever seen, so glorious you wanted to cry. A box of taffy. No one would ever understand the joy that rushed into you, no one but Tom, for this wasn’t just any box of taffy. This was such a rare, and beautiful box of taffy, it was indescribable. It was the box of taffy that only came from one place in all of London. In one coffee shop, on one street, on one shelf. And it was the same spot in which you met Tom. It was the box of taffy that had brought you two to one another – the last box. You had been craving it so desperately that day, and apparently so had he, because when you both crossed paths, you fought like fire over that last box of taffy. There was tugging, and yelling, and it wasn’t until you had both decided to split the box that it had ceased. Sitting in a dimly lit corner at the table by the window, you explained to him rather bluntly that this taffy was the only thing that ever made you feel even slightly better while on your period. He looked at you apologetically, maybe a little humorously, before going on to tell you about how he’d been getting the stuff since he was a kid, and then about how whenever he was down, his mum would give him a piece and kiss his nose. His girlfriend had just broken up with him. Guilt overcame you, him having a far better reason for wanting the taffy than you, and at that moment an unexplainable courage overcame you as you took his hand, placed the last taffy in it, and leaned across the table, placing a kiss on his nose. Sitting back down, you each watched as a rouge overtook the other’s cheeks, and from then on nothing was ever the same. 

“Tom…” Tears welled in your eyes, and you knew why you were crying this time, grappling at his shirt and crashing his lips to yours. 

“I love you.” You hummed it so quietly against his mouth, he almost did’t hear it. His lips turned upward into a gentle smile, but he didn’t open his eyes. 

“So you’re feeling better?” You laughed and hit his arm, as he drew you to him, laying you both down. 

“No. I haven’t had a piece yet. But this is a good start.” His arms wrapped protectively around you, as he kissed your hair several times over.

“I thought so.” You smiled, feeling him against you, right where he belonged.

“Y/N?”

“Yes, Tom?”

“I love you, too.”

[youreyeslooklikecoming-home]

so 1989 came out 5 years ago???? How insane. 5 years ago on this day I turned only 18. I was in my first semester of university, living on residence. I had my very first midterm later that day. But I still woke up at the butt crack of dawn to go get my 1989 CD from target and spent the whole day studying to the songs and reveling in how different and beautiful this new pop sound of Taylor’s was (and still is, obviously). I had my exam, went out for dinner with friends and came back to my dorm room to listen more. By myself all night. Cause there was nothing I’d rather be doing in that moment. I can’t believe that was 5 years ago. But as a celebration of this album I really want to share what I love most about each of @taylorswift s songs from this album

1. Welcome To New York - An absolute banger. A perfect way to start the album and a beautiful celebration of new beginnings. My favourite lyric: Took our broken hearts, but them in a drawer.

2. Blank Space - The most iconic song that I showed to absolutely everyone when it first came out. All of the metaphors that Taylor uses is so magical and paints such a realistic picture of the character that she takes on. My favourite lyric: You’re the king, baby, I’m you’re queen; boys only want love if it’s torture.

3. Style - A ultimate bop that still has me bouncing in my car when it comes on. The melody is probably the catchiest thing that I had heard in a long long long time. I’m absolutely in love with the mystery/sneakiness that is happening in the lyrics and the sexiness of tays voice throughout the song. My favourite lyric: Take me home, lights are off he’s taking off his coat.

4. Out Of The Woods - One of my favourite songs off of this record. It tells such a beautiful story full of hope and cherished memories but also full of heartbreak and uneasiness. The lyrics have been piercing my heart for 5 years now and will always continue to. Especially that bridge. Especially the bridge from the 1989 tour. My favourite lyric: The entire song; We were built to fall apart and fall back together; Two paper airplanes flying; I walked out, I said I’m setting you free.

5. All You Had To Do Was Stay - So so so sad hidden behind such a catchy beat. This song got me through a really hard point in my life where I was so wrapped up in a love where I would have given everything and anything. After listening to this song on repeat for days (literally) I began to realize my frustration of giving everything I had and still having someone leave. And then wanting another chance, but not knowing if I could do it. This song literally helped me process every emotion during that process. My favourite lyric: The more I think abo it it now, the less I know; People like me are gone forever when you say goodbye; Why’d you have to go and lock me up when I let you in; You were all I wanted, but not like this.

6. Shake It Off - A classic that will forever be my ‘get on the dance floor now’ song. I remember when Taylor released this I was so excited about the trumpets and the catchiness. Her carefree demeanour. My cousins kids still request for me to play this song, to this day and have some of my most favourite memories dancing to this song with them. Also, the music video for this song helped me to stop caring about my horrendous, off beat dancing, uncoordinated dancing. My favourite lyric: At least that’s what people say; It’s like I’ve got this music in my kind saying it’s gonna be alright; I’m dancing on my own.

7. I Wish You Would - Tay did such an amazing job painting a vivid picture with the lyrics and story she chose. Having all of the memories come flooding back in while you’re missing someone and wishing you were still with them. Remembering the perfect, happy times together but also the crazy and tumultuous times and still wanting your person back. My favourite lyric: I wish you knew that I’ll never forget you as long as I live; Stand back where you stood, I wish you would.

8. Bad Blood - So in love with the bad ass vibes given off in this song. All of the metaphors and symbolism that Taylor decided to use to paint a picture of hurt, anger, and sadness. Another really really sad song hidden behind the most upbeat and ‘stuck in my head’ melodies. My favourite lyric: Bandaids don’t fix bullet holes; If you live like that, you live with ghosts;

9. Wildest Dreams - Debatably my favourite song on the album. From the slow, dreamy string instruments to the heart beat taking the place of a drum. Her lyrics and voice throughout the song are passionate and hope. I remember playing this song for my boyfriend and him falling in love with it too. I when I played it, we were at a point in our relationship where we didn’t quite know what direction we were heading. But we knew we had each other and the memories. My favourite lyrics: He’s so bad but he does it so well; Say you’ll see me again even if it’s just pretend; I bet these memories follow you around

10. How You Get The Girl - A song full of hope and promise for a future, where there was a hard past. Reminding someone of the best times in a relationship and painting a grand picture of how it will be in the future. So so romantic, which is shown through the magestic lyrics. This song is also super special to me and helped me to feel more ok with giving a second chance to a past love. Which was the best decision I could have made for me. My favourite lyric: Remind me how it used to be, with pictures in frames of kisses on cheeks; I would wait forever and ever.

11. This Love - Hauntingly, eerily, magical. The slow and juxtaposed lyrics are some of my most favourites tay has written. You can hear the confusion in the lyrics and in her voice. The lyrics paint such a beautiful picture of great memories of a relationship and what a relationship can be at its best, but also what it can be at its worst. My favourite lyrics: In silent screams, in wildest dreams, I never dreamed of this; Latern burning, flickered in my mind for only you; You showed up just in time; When you’re young you just run but you come back to what you need.

12. I Know Places - A song that I always re fall in love with every time I hear it. The recording clicks at the beginning and the end were so clever to add. You can hear the anxiousness in her voice in trying to get away from people. Wanting to just be alone. The outro is my favourite, showing strength in relationships and commitment and I just love it. My favourite lyrics: They take their shots but we’re bullet proof; You know for me it’s always you.

13. Clean - The healing song. Such a beautiful song. Outlining the depths of hurt and the destruction in a relationship in the most beautiful way I have heard. The drought with flowers dying of thirst, a wine stained dress that’s unwearable now, butterflies that turned to oh so common and unwanted dust that touches and covers everything. Still in awe with the lyrics Taylor put in this song. The chorus and bridge show the utmost strength and is a reflection of courage, bravery, and hope. My favourite lyrics: Youre still all over me like a wine stained dress I can’t wear anymore; because you’re clean don’t mean you don’t miss it.

14. Wonderland - I’m obsessed with Disney, I’m obsessed with Taylor. so naturally I’m obsessed with this song linking the two together. She so perfectly moulded the story of Alice in Wonderland together with her own experience. You see her own experience throughout the song - to the point where it seems like she wrote the story all by herself. She took elements of the story and pieced it together oh so beautifully together with her own experiences. Obsessed is a grand understatement. My favourite lyrics: s We took a wrong turn and we fell down a rabbit hole; We pretended it could last forever; Too in love to think straight; Whispers turned to talking and talking turned to screams; Didn’t you call my fears with the Cheshire Cats smile.

15. You Are In Love - The most beautiful love song Taylor has written. Filled with a love you could picture, a love everyone strives to have. A love with a best friend. A love with simple little joys. I absolutely love how Taylor included such little details into a song but made it so relatable and desirable. My favourite lyrics: You keep his shirt, he keeps his word; Two are dancing in a snow globe round and round.

16. New Romantics - The somber verse is met with a hopeful chorus, followed by a verse filled with confidence. In love with the idea of making the best of a situation where you are feeling lonely and being attacked by people. Making the most out of life; building castles of bricks thrown. My favourite lyrics: The best people in life are free; Please take me dancing.