#taeyeon in a cage

[k-star-holic]

"There is no SM stock" Sunny ⁇ "everything changed" Taeyeon, meaningful hearts

[elryuse]

Yandere snsd otp 9 please there obsessed with there adopted little brother reader

MY STEPSISTER IS OBSESSED WITH ME

Yandere SNSD OT9 X Male Reader

The plane touched down in Incheon, a cold wave of dread washing over me. My parents, the people I trusted most, had ripped the rug from under my feet. They'd sold me, their own son, to a rich family in Korea. Betrayal gnawed at me, a bitter pill I couldn't swallow.

A man in a chauffeur's uniform held a placard with my new name, a Korean name I didn't recognize. He led me to a sleek black car, and the entire ride was a blur of towering skyscrapers and neon signs spewing unfamiliar words. Finally, the car pulled up to a colossal mansion that looked more like a palace.

My jaw dropped as I stepped out. A maid bowed, ushering me inside. There, I found them. Nine girls, impossibly beautiful, clad in luxurious clothes, faces a mix of curiosity and disdain.

"This is our new… brother," the one with the fiercest eyes announced, her voice dripping with ice. Jessica, they'd introduced her later, with a coldness in her eyes that sent shivers down my spine.

"Yoona," a girl with doe-like eyes scolded softly. "Be nice." Sooyoung, her name tag read. The only one who seemed to show a shred of genuine warmth.

The first few weeks were a blur of isolation and silent judgment. I became a ghost, flitting through the edges of their seemingly perfect lives, cleaning their mess, fetching things, and basically acting like their servant. They treated me with indifference, their conversations laced with inside jokes and references I didn't understand.

One rainy night, as I drove them back from a late-night practice, a reckless driver ran a red light. The car swerved, tires screeching. The world became a chaotic blur before everything went dark.

I woke up in a hospital bed, my body a map of aches and pains. But the pain was a mere whisper compared to the sight that greeted me. Nine worried faces surrounded my bed, concern etching lines on their flawless faces.

"Y/n! You're awake!" the one with the soft voice, Yoona, cried, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

Tiffany, a girl with bright eyes and a seemingly warm smile, held my hand tightly. "You scared the living shit out of us. Don't you ever do that again."

The others, the girls who used to ignore me, surrounded me with a flurry of questions and frantic care. It was overwhelming, this sudden shift in their behavior. Yet, a part of me felt...warm. A flicker of hope ignited in my chest.

Days turned into weeks, and my stay at the hospital became an unexpected haven. They showered me with affection, bringing me my favorite takeout, singing me silly songs in butchered Korean to cheer me up, and even reading me Korean bedtime stories – their attempts hilariously endearing.

As I recovered, I learned more about them, about SNSD, their dream, their struggles. Their ambition, once cold and distant, became something I admired. I found myself drawn to their passion, their love for music, and most unsettlingly, to them.

One afternoon, while they were recording, I sat in their practice room, captivated by the raw emotions they poured into their song. As the last note faded, a heavy silence descended. Then, Yoona spoke, her voice trembling.

"Y/n, W-we…" she began, then stopped, tears welling up in her eyes. "We were terrible sisters. We took you for granted."

Taeyeon, the fierce leader, stepped forward, placing a hand on my shoulder. "You became our family, Y/n. And we scared you away. We… we can't lose you again."

Her words unraveled something within me. I realized I wasn't just drawn to their world; I was trapped. Their love, once suffocating, was now a possessive cage woven from concern and affection.

I looked at their faces, each beautiful in its own way, and a horrifying truth dawned on me. They were obsessed. Not with me as a brother, but as something… more. A possession to be cherished, protected, and never let go of. The warmth I felt earlier turned icy cold, a knot of fear tightening in my stomach.

They were my family, my saviors, but also my captors. A twisted family bound by a love that had crossed the line, and I, Y/n, the unwanted son, was now their prisoner in a gilded cage.

The following days solidified my fear. My room was adorned with SNSD posters, their schedules plastered across my desk like religious icons. My phone was replaced with one monitored by Sooyoung, under the guise of 'keeping me safe.' Sunny, the bubbly one, would burst into tears if I mentioned leaving for a walk. Hyoyeon, the dance machine, started following me everywhere, a silent, watchful shadow.

At night, the nightmares began. I'd wake up in a cold sweat, the scent of lilies – their favorite flower – thick in the air. A single lily would be placed on my nightstand, a silent promise of their obsessive love.

One evening, I managed to sneak my old phone out of my bag. With trembling fingers, I dialed a random international number. A voice, rough with sleep, answered on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Mom? Dad? It's me Y/n." Relief flooded me, a lifeline thrown across a vast ocean of despair.

But before I could speak further, the door creaked open. Taeyeon stood there, her face a mask of fury. The phone clattered to the floor, the sound of my shattered hope echoing in the silence.

"Who were you talking to?" Her voice was laced with venom.

Tears welled up in my eyes. "M-my parents. I just wanted to…"

"You don't need anyone else," Tiffany cut in, her eyes blazing with a possessive glint. "You have us."

They surrounded me, a suffocating wall of beautiful faces. Yoona, ever the gentle one, held a syringe filled with a clear liquid.

"This will help you sleep, Y/n. No more bad dreams."

Panic clawed at my throat. I lunged for the door, but Jessica was already there, her grip like iron. A struggle ensued, a pathetic fight against nine determined women. In the end, they subdued me, the syringe finding its mark on my arm.

The world dissolved into a hazy blur. As darkness claimed me, I heard their voices, a chilling chorus that echoed in the recesses of my mind.

"Don't worry, Y/n. You're safe now. You'll never leave us again."

I woke up strapped to a bed, the sterile white room a stark contrast to the opulent prison I called home. An IV dripped into my arm, a constant reminder of my captivity.

On the bedside table sat a bouquet of lilies, their cloying scent filling the air. Despair washed over me, a cold, suffocating wave. There was no escape. I was a prisoner in a gilded cage, a plaything for nine beautiful, deranged women who called themselves my sisters. The once-distant dream of freedom now felt like a cruel joke. My new reality was a life sentence of love, a love so twisted it could only be called obsession.

To Be Continued

[mmeowmints]

:: MASTERLIST .. 𝜗𝜚

EMOJI MEANINGS

🥀— angst

🍓 — fluff/sfw

🥩— headcanons

💌 — blurb/imagine

📌 — platonic

🍷 — romantic

🐾 — oc lore

MORTAL KOMBAT

❝ ashrah

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ bi-han

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ fujin

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ johnny cage

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ jade

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ kuai liang

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ kenshi takahashi

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ kitana

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ kung lao

movie lao hcs [🥩🍓]

❝ li mei

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ liu kang

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ mileena

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ mavado

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ raiden

bloodied lotus. [🥀]

seeing you for the first time. [🍓💌]

hands of gold [🍓]

❝ rain

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ skarlet

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ syzoth

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ shang tsung

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ tanya

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ tomas vrbada

nothing here yet, dear!

OCS

❝ juno

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ jian yu

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ kenya

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ onyx

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ spyte

nothing here yet, dear!

❝ siren/yun taeyeon

yun taeyeon’s backstory [🐾]

❝ xiao yan

[resideanevil]

Comeback to Tumblr!❤️‍🩹

hi guys im here...again! :-)

Twitter is slowly dying and I'd rather come back here and create a cooler place where I can reblog things that I like and feel good and be myself. This time, I want this to be an opportunity to create better ties with people (like on twitter, i guess lol)

Welcome back here to myself lol...and hi moots! 💓✨

Get to know me

dean; she/her, 24 yo, bi goblin, vegan🌱

I'm from Spain/España.

I really love films(!!!), books & tv shows :)

I also love nature, flowers & my bf🦝

Horror enthusiastic!!🩸🗡️

Rats🐀, Cats🐱, frogs🐸 & animals in general<3 🐇🐢🐊🐿️🦔🐛🦋hehe

I have studied marketing & publicity but im studying pharmacy and parapharmacy now! 🥼💉

Some Fandoms i'm really into right now: Scream franchise, The Locked Tomb, Hannibal, Buffy The Vampire Slayer, Chucky franchise, Twin Peaks, Miraculous Ladybug, Interview with the Vampire, Supernatural, Ohsama Sentai King-ohger, Sanrio, Resident Evil, Bluey, My Little Pony, Godzilla, Labyrinth, The Wizard of Oz, Dungeons and Dragons, Smallville, Scooby-doo, Shin Chan, Monster High.

Other fandoms i like: Shameless, The Walking Dead, From Series, Criminal Minds, Nana, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, Genshin impact, Winx Club, Hamtaro, Chobits, We Bare Bears, True Blood, Hemlock Grove, Doctor Who, Sonic The Hedgehog, Steven Universe, Regular Show, Ouran High School Host Club, Downton Abbey, Dexter, Grey's Anatomy, What we do in the Shadows, Only murders in the building, The Boys, Friends, From dusk till dawn, Kamisama Kiss, That' 70s Show, Bates Motel, The Care Bears, IT books and movies, HIMYF, Charmed, Stranger Things, Nos4a2, etc.

Some of my fav actors/actresses: Sarah Michelle Gellar, Mads Mikkelsen, Ryan Gosling, Bill Skarsgard, Brittany Murphy, Steven Yeun, Mia Goth, Kirsten Dunst, Michelle Williams, Audrey Hepburn, Emma Stone, Nic Cage, Nana Komatsu, Viola Davis.

Some music i like: Twice, Girli, Wednesday Campanella, Selena Gomez, David Bowie, Elton John, (G)-idle, Girls' Generation, Red Velvet, Blackpink, B.I, Jeon Somi, Mia Rodriguez, Loona, Marina, Maneskin, Aitana, Rosalía, Boys World, Charli XCX, Wallows, Avril Lavigne, Paramore, Mamamoo, Bibi, Taemin, Sabrina Carpenter, Dove Cameron, Aurora, The Smiths, Jackson Wang, Kailee Morgue, Stray Kids, Taichi Mukai, beabadoobee, Angèle, Clairo, Taeyeon, Victoria Justice, Weathers, Miyavi, Solar, Hwasa, Aimyon, iKON, Yoasobi, Pomme, Sunmi, Xylø, Suda Masaki, Nirvana...

I LOVE sylvanian families 😳

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[coldfanbou]

Here’s part eight; SNSD + Jessica

Titjob Queen -

Assjob Queen -

Marking Queen -

Begging Queen -

Caging Queen -

Titjob- Hyoyeon

Assjob- Taeyeon

Marking- Sunny

Begging-Yoona

Caging- Jessica

[frenchiepal]

Music on repeat!

Once again smooching @cravingstudyvalidation for the tag and cursing my lack of time management skills :')

🎧!

134340 - bts

btbt - b.i

young and a menace - fall out boy

glitter & gold - barns courtney

macha - sagi abitbul

typical me - kroh

answer - ateez

in one fear - cage the elephant

more & more - twice

invu - taeyeon

Tagging @oneanxiousstudybuddy and @elinordinary <333 if y'all want to

[omgqueenofpeace]

Current Listening 3/11/2020

1. Lips on Lips- Tiffany Young

2. Isn’t It Midnight (Alternate Mix)- Fleetwood Mac

3. Ride The Lightning- Metallica

4. Night Running- Cage the Elephant/Beck

5. About You- Fletcher

6. Genie- Girls Generation (SNSD)

7. That’s A No No- ITZY

8. Heroine- Sunmi

9. Boom- NCT 127

10. Up & Down- Taeyeon ft. Hyoyeon

[punkpandapatrixk]

🏮Who’s that Girl I See?—Timeless Tarot Pick A Card

Title says ‘girl’ for aesthetic purposes, but as always, this PAC is universally gender-neutral a.k.a. unisex~☯Though I guess, it may indeed speak more to the Yin (feminine) aspect within all of us~👑

[Back to Masterlist] [Part 1] [Part 2]

Looking at all the Priestess cards (for the bonus content) and the over-abundance of Wands—followed by Cups—energy… Y’all are such passionate peeps and you feel deeply. This world being a world such as this may not always be friendly towards individuals like you, and for that, you may have suffered a great deal emotionally and spiritually. But look! Every card at the bottom of each deck looks like this!🔻

II The High Priestess Rx, Priestess of Shine & Silver Geographer (Francis Drake)

The High Priestess in reverse… and to think the name Drake means dragon!! Holy Bad Bitch🎻🐉🩰Take up space and fuckin' SHINE, motherdragon~🧸💛💛💛🎀

Pile 1 - Emerald Ocean of Feelings

what you’re holding inside – King of Wands Rx

You’re a generous person with an exquisite kind of kindness. Your heart is genuinely very, very good but this world has brought you so much darkness. You often feel like crying in public, but you know nobody would appreciate your vulnerability anyway, so you keep an ocean of feelings all to yourself. There’s an inner battle you’re fighting: as much as you try to hide your fragile heart, you endeavour to appear tough. As much as there are obligations to fulfil, there’s just as much image to maintain. So…

You created a lot of limitations for yourself. You’re holding yourself to a very high standard of conduct. Can’t appear weak, lacking, lesser than anybody else. You can’t stand the idea of being disrespected—but this isn’t petty ego; this is your protecting your heart from getting damaged by other people’s careless conduct. And thus, these restrictions—and mostly fears—are keeping you from showing the full spectrum of your heart’s generosity.

But the truth is, you’re a Kingly character—a person with leaderlike qualities— who has a lot of compassion for what other people are going through. If only the world hadn’t made you feel so powerless, you’d be more than glad to carry forward those who are suffering. I sense you may be small, cute, or just unrealistically gentle and soft that this has given people the wrong impression about your strong spirit and rich inner world.

VIBE: Dorothy by SULLI

what little you’re showing outside – 2 of Cups Rx

Putting up barbed wire around your heart, you’re stopping everyone to touch the deepest layers of your being. You’re protecting your emotional world by putting up this sparkly show in your physical world. Perhaps you toughened up the way you talk, you changed your aesthetics, you buy big houses or own several jet planes; you have a lot of wonderful things in your material world so people don’t see how vulnerable your Soul is. You want to be invincible, so you make your Heart invisible.

Your biggest goal is to be seen as a Queen of Swords whilst in reality you’re a Queen of Cups. But you think the Queen of Cups is weak, so you killed her. You killed your softness and now people see you, from time to time, that you’re unnecessarily harsh, mean, or cruel. Because you’re trying too hard to become the logical, stern, unfuckwithable Queen of Swords, so you took only the harsher qualities of this Queen. It’s like a weird coping mechanism or survival tactic because you find this world too much to bear with just softness.

By becoming this persona, you often find yourself feeling trapped. But you also know that this golden cage is a prison of your own making, and damn, it feels safer this way. Because up until now, you haven’t really met anybody who can see your flaws and still wholly accept you for who you are. And it’s painful to feel envious of the love others take for granted—that thing that seems to come ever so naturally to them. And it’s tragic because you’re the one viewed by everyone else as having it all.

VIBE: INVU by Taeyeon

wearing your CROWN unapologetically – 5 of Wands Rx

Obviously, the first thing to do is make peace with yourself. You battle a lot with a sense of self-loathing because of the way the world outside of you has made you feel. Even the fact that you’ve needed to harden just for survival makes you hate yourself, because you’re rejecting what’s inherently kind about you and that makes you sad. You’re not a bad person, honey. Other people form shit opinions about you after you changed your game and you mistakenly took those assumptions as truth.

Uh-uh-uh. Stop that. Remember yourself from the inside. Realise yourself from the inside out. Bring back the Light and have the courage to say ‘no’ to other people’s ideas, opinions, or rules about what you can be. The world is yours and that Life is yours. You don’t need other people’s approval on your fucking existence. OK? You are your own ideal type and role model!

Prioritising yourself for the sake of the development of your healthy self-esteem won’t turn you into a selfish bastard. Originally, you’re already someone with a kind heart and that sets you apart from those who are already a selfish bastard. Weak, poor-souled fuckards are selfish (and destructive) because they don’t believe in being generous with others. That’s why their character is rotten. You’re not like that. You’re an Emerald ocean of compassion. Now go shine and act like the Queen of Cups you’re meant to be✨👸🌹

VIBE: Better by BoA

Amplifying your natural attraction🔻💜

your very own unique identity – Red Astrologer (William Lilly)

synthesising: AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT – Priestess of Good Fortune

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Pile 2 – A Monster Held Captive

what you’re holding inside – 3 of Cups

You’re honestly a bit crazy. You’re strange, unique, unorthodox; you’re just different. Frankly, one in a billion of absolutely common personalities. Your inner world is so rich, so vast, so cosmic; but out here in the real world, you’re underappreciated. And you became afraid of showing yourself fully, and because of that there is unspeakable chaos inside of you and you’re trying your best to manage it. The term tortured artist may apply to you.

Rather than ‘hiding’, you’re actually controlling the monster within; which you think is crucial for survival. If you want to be at least accepted, even if only on a surface level. After all, we can’t live a totally solitary life lest we cease to exist. Half of you reading this are hard at work taming this monster within, but the other half of you may have tried multiple times to change yourself—to become like everyone else. Either way this kills you from the inside, because in a way, you’re rejecting yourself.

Because of this, you often don’t even know your true personality. Other people say you’re hard to figure out or that you seem to have a lot of hobbies or everchanging interests, aesthetics, like you can’t stick with just one that you like. They make it sound like it’s a bad thing what you’re doing, whilst not grasping you’re just constantly running away from yourself. You scour for different aesthetics as a form of escapism from the real things that you like; because the things that you do like seem like rubbish to society.

VIBE: Heart Burn by SUNMI; I’m good at goodbyes by BIBI for some

what little you’re showing outside – Knight of Cups Rx

Because people haven’t been exceedingly kind towards your unique expression, you hold back from showing fully the true colours of your personality. If anything, you’ve tried so hard to act like a normal person, but the more you try, the weirder you appear in the eye of others. There’s always something special, a different aura surrounding you. You can’t hide this, babe, so why bother trying?

But anyway, forever feeling like you don’t belong has caused you a greater deal of chaos and suffering within. And because you’re constantly battling yourself, your external behaviours aren’t always in SYNK either. There’s the part that wants to be seen as just the same as others, and god knows how hard you try to hide your brilliance, but when you’re careless for one second, all sparkles break loose cuz you’re too fucking original. Meanwhile, there’s the other part that gets people the idea that you’re unreliable, a liar, or fake, simply because you keep changing your styles or opinions. They don’t get it that you’re just SO complex. You’re not 1D like 97% of the Human race; you’re not even 4D like those funny people; you’re a 5D dragon, honey.

Boring people with a lacklustre personality talk big about wanting to be unique. But when they’re as different—as weird and wonderful—as you are and finally taste discrimination, they’ll understand why you’ve wanted, and tried, to be ordinary your whole Life. Somehow, somehow, you hold back even your breath because you fear breathing comfortably might accidentally burn those small insects to nothingness🌬🔥🐲💨tch

VIBE: Lucid Dream by aespa

wearing your CROWN unapologetically – Ace of Pentacles Rx

TAKE UP SPACE, honey baby dragon!! So what if others can’t be comfortable with themselves when they see you BURN like that? It’s not your fault the Universe blesses you with so much ORIGINALITY! As if God hand-picked you out of billions of stars and decided you’re too precious to be made in the likeness of fucking peasants! What can you do? You’re too singular like that. There’s only so much you can do to betray your Light, honey.

In a world where everyone is expected to look and behave like everyone else, you hold close to your heart the original blueprint of your own personality. Sparkly shit like that is hated by Earthlings who don’t possess a backbone to be themselves. Your sheer presence irritates them because you make them realise what they’ve allowed to die inside of them. But shine anyway! Because—

There are so many people in this world and there’s bound to be those who are on the same wavelength as you. Such people need a role model! To remind them their own POTENTIALS. Such people are also struggling to keep their originality intact because this world has a hobby of murdering authenticity! For such a long time, you’ve wished for a Soul Tribe of people who can understand you. But your kind is far and between. So at least one individual has to Light Up. You have to let the Fire of your Soul burn so brightly so that others see you—so you can find each other.

‘Look at Me, I’m your QUEEN! aju manjokseureopge’ ‘You know what I deserve? DESSERT!’

VIBE: DEEP & DESSERT by HYO

Amplifying your natural attraction🔻💛

your very own unique identity – Gold Alchemist (Roger Bacon)

synthesising: AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT – Priestess of Prosperity

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Pile 3 – Cursed with Staggering Beauty

what you’re holding inside – 10 of Wands Rx

There’s something really tragic about this Pile. You’re someone who has mega talents and you’ve worked so hard your entire Life. But you’re not even sure what you’ve been working hard at. It only feels like you’re trying to survive a world that doesn’t welcome you. You make me think of Arachne a lot. Cursed by a jelly bitch who was 100x more powerful than you.

If not in this lifetime, maybe in a past incarnation, you slighted someone powerful who was also petty (or you were accused of doing something bad or maybe you did do something bad) and now you’re living the consequences of that. You feel as if you had to atone for a past sin. Although other people can see your worth, you struggle a lot with feeling like you’re any good. Do you maybe have Chiron in your 1st or 12th House?

At any rate, I know you’ve been struggling a lot and I think you often find breathing itself is already hard work. But I want to convince you that the moment you find this reading, something mega important is rolling out in your Life. Maybe most of it is happening behind the scenes so you can’t see it yet. But this reading found you! And so, this Light that’s contained within… these talents that are supposed to assist you in co-creating an abundant Life… they’re coming online fast and they’re gonna serve you BIG TIME🌞🍄

VIBE: Arachne by Kaya; TAIL by SUNMI for some

what little you’re showing outside – 3 of Wands Rx

On a spirit level, you’re powerful and blessed with many creative talents. YOU KNOW THIS. But you’re always unsure of yourself. You have this keen ability to notice other people who are more talented than you and that reduces your confidence in what you can deliver. But to complicate matters, you also notice those who are lesser than you and that makes you hold back so that you don’t accidentally be seen as a show-off. You don’t want people to hate you for being better than them.

I feel you have what’s called a siren beauty. You attract unnecessary envy and hate because people can’t understand who you are. They’re fascinated, but not always in the greatest sense. They say all kinds of things behind your back because they’re trying to make sense out of you. All gossip though; barely any truth. Meanwhile, you also hold, probably, a past life trauma in which you were persecuted for being different/beautiful/talented/good—whatever, the world is crazy when it’s jelly.

As a result, you’ve learnt to be a chameleon. Changing your attitude, personality, vibe, even the tone of your voice, depending on the situation at hand. This is survival; and this drains the heck out of you. At the end of the day, you’re exhausted after trying so hard to fit yourself into different characters other people hopefully would accept.

VIBE: CAMO by BoA

wearing your CROWN unapologetically – 6 of Wands

Honey, you’re a natural-born celebrity, OK? Maybe you have South/North Node in Leo or 5th House? Maybe you have a fuckton of Pluto or Neptune placements? Whatever the case, without even trying you fascinate the public. Might as well flaunt all that you are. The right people are gonna be drawn to your natural magnetism for the right reasons. You could even have a following or fanbase. Why not? Seems to me you were born for fame~🤩Whatever the scale may be.

Embrace this idea: fuck everybody’s opinions about who you are or what you’re doing in Life; those things don’t pay the bills, OK? As long as you have a clear vision about what you’re meant to do in this lifetime, no matter how hard it may be to actualise that because other people are viewing you unkindly, you’ll get there eventually. In fact, you’re so destined for great success and wealth in this lifetime. Nothing can stop you at this point!

The key is just loving yourself fully and accepting your fate. From that pool of empowered consciousness you’re constantly creating a destiny meant for your highest good. You were born with staggering beauty and this is not a curse; this is your blessing if you know how to play your cards right😏You were dealt bad cards, but you’re so smart you won anyway! BAM!🧐

VIBE: The Greatest by BoA

Amplifying your natural attraction🔻🧡

your very own unique identity – Red Astronomer (Johannes Kepler)

synthesising: AS WITHIN SO WITHOUT – Priestess of Fertility

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[boyfhee]

moots as songs?

what if me and moots write a song yk soty confirmed anyway here we go. pls listen to the songs thank u

@jangwonie : sofia by clairo just bc it's such a cute song !! also the beats r rlly good it sounds like smth you'd like

@reniqt : periodic table song ( jokes aside, lemonade by nct 127 ??? bro idk just sounds very reniqt to me )

@seungstarss : FEVER BY ENHYPEN LETS GO SEI nah cuz fever is such a queen and so are you WELCOME BACK QUEEN ‼️‼️

@maiverie : 4'33 by john cage no explanation go listen to it

@jungwonize : ITS GIVING BOSS BITCH BY DOJA ????? sai's such a cool person help idk why but this song suddenly came to my mind

@yeongwonie : silent night by dreamcatcher ! it's a rlly beautiful song, probably sounds like how your writing would if it had a theme song

@ctrlemis : i want it that way by backstreet boys yas 😵 art ??? tell me why

@ilynaevis : UR USER REMINDS ME OF AESPA SO BLACK MAMBA ?? OR LITERALLY ANY AESPA SONG ??? also hall of mountain king is very fitting go listen hehe

@oikluvs : CAKE BY THE OCEAN LMFAO ITS EQUALLY CHAOTIC

@koishua : very hon'able mention miss viena bcz she posted a cover of invu and GODBLESS IVE NEVER GOTTEN OVER IT SINCE THEN BFF YOU ARE TAEYEON FOR ME GIVE ME UR AUTOGRAPH 🙏

@enaus : psycho by red velvet bcz it's such an elite song and so are you ??? your vibes are expensive fr. also je te laisserai des mots for the same reason !

@bambisgirl : HEAVEN AND BACK BY CHASE ATLANTIC IT'S SUCH A HOT SONG FR

@yyunari : that one song by rick astley, that's for u bae <3

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[sailingintothenight]

“HAPPY.” T.H. Imagine.

Tom meets a little angel and you, her mom.

A/N: After reading some stories about single mom x Tom that were totally adorable, I wanted to write my own story that ended up being longer than expected. I hope you like it, please give it a try. Thank you! (And If you have time, listen to Kim Taeyeon and her song Happy :)

With a long sigh, Tom closes the door to the room and falls to the floor, because the pain on his shoulders is as heavy as the whole world.

The melon-colored walls and wooden flooring gives the hospice a warm touch, but the air in his lungs is cold when Tom takes a deep breath that comes in, trying to find spaces to fill in his soul and empty body. There is no one around him, no paparazzi, no interviewers, no fans screaming his name, no excitement of being a movie star who shines for his talent and charm. His heart beats fast against his chest, like an animal that hit the cage's bars that keeps him prisoner: it is fierce because he is afraid, and he feels as if he were falling into a spiral of madness in complete solitude. His hands tremble because the self-control slips from them like the sand between his fingers, fingers that he uses to brush his somewhat long and wavy hair, pulling on the ends because the pain is a reminder that he is still alive.

"Why are you so sad?"

The world lets him hear a voice that seems covered in cotton candy, as sweet as the 4-year-old (soon to be 5) girl in front of him. Tom blinks, confused, watching the infant's small face and the way her eyes look back at him until it finds his sad soul. Her eyes are dark blue like the calm waters of the sea, blue like the summer sky, alive and full of curiosity behind her long lashes: two hidden treasures that were a gift from her father. But the color of those eyes contrasts beautifully with her chocolate brown hair that falls past her shoulders and her white jacket with bunny ears hanging behind, while a melody is heard from the headphones hanging around her neck, a feminine voice that sings in another language, but whose voice is of a warm color that even Tom can perceive.

"Hello there, angel." Tom smiles feigning courage, and stops being a defeated body on the ground to change his posture and squat to be at the (emotional) level of a girl. "What are you doing here alone? Where is your mum?"

Marley smiles sideways, the corner of her lip curling up as her right eyebrow sinks in with the depth of her thoughts: she's skeptical, because she knows something is wrong with him.

“My mom says that if you smile very, very big, you will feel happy immediately. It is a psych... psychological fact.” Marley struggles to say that word, because she is still 4 years old and her bag of words, as she calls it, is still limited.

Tom smiles slightly, not with happiness because something is pressing on his chest still, but because he’s amazed at the intelligence of a little girl who wasn’t older than 5 years old. And suddenly, a tiny, positive feeling runs through him with a super speed and leaves him as fast as it came, but Tom discovers what it is right away and clings to it with firm hands while his eyes, that are like chocolate, shine with the curiosity of a small child, too.

"Oh yeah? Your mommy must be very smart then.”

Marley shrugs casually.

"She reads a lot." She says it as a fact, and her clasped hands in front of her make her look like someone bigger's action, or so Tom thinks, taking in every detail of her without realizing it. "Would you help me with something? I can't reach the vending machine and I want a yogurt.”

"Oh, sure." He replies, still a little surprised by a baby's choice of words, and soon as he gets up, he feels ashamed of himself as he remembers that vocabulary seemed like a difficult word for him. "I'm Tom by the way. What is your name, angel?”

"Marley. Marley Rose."

Marley smiles at him, throwing her head back so that she can look him in the eye, because Tom is taller than she is. Tom can't help but smile, and can't help but feel the tickle in his left hand as Marley catches his to guide him - which gives him a warm feeling. She leads the way down the hallway that is quiet so late at night, towards the empty living room and to the gigantic machine that is challenging for her and her short stature.

"Marley, where's your mum?" Tom asks again, because although he’s a good person, he can't help but feel concerned about seeing a little girl alone.

Standing next to him, Marley looks at him and the light from the machine makes the corner of her face shine.

"She is with my Grandma. She gave me this dollar to buy something downstairs, but the machine doesn't have chocolate yogurt!”

"No way!" Tom says, speaking a little louder, making a slightly high-pitched voice to imitate her: and it makes her laugh a sweet tune, like the sound that keeps coming out of her headphones. "Let me help you get your yogurt."

Tom takes the bill from her small hand and inserts it into the machine, he presses the number indicated on the screen, and then the machine pushes the yogurt bottle towards the opening at the bottom.

"You did it. Thanks, Tom!" Marley presses herself against his body in a quick hug before reaching her prize, happy.

Tom smiles; he cannot help it when he sees her open her bottle, because she is so sweet, so innocent, and because something is recomposed inside him by feeling the pure aura of a girl who seems to hide in her words, the wisdom of a much older person.

"Come on, angel. Let's go to find your mum."

Marley nods, the bottle still against her lips as her small hand reaches for Tom's, and again, she guides him down the hall to the gray-door elevators on the other side of that floor. But the questions that Tom has in his head disappear the instant those metal doors open under the sound of a ding, announcing the encounter with a person on the other side, a young woman who looks at him under the seconds that seems eternal to him, as if the world had stopped in his favor only to make that moment last more than a few seconds.

"Mommy!"

Marley's voice is even sweeter because she recognizes her mom, the being who gave her life and, who loved her, more than anything in the world. Tom watches you get out of the elevator and it's then that new questions appear in his blank mind, questions that, while are quite obvious, are quite difficult to assimilate.

"Marley Rose Daniels, you had me worried." But you sigh in relief, because your fears leave your body the moment you see her again. At that very moment, it is when you realize who is the young man who is holding your daughter's hand, because you know that he has been walking those hallways for a while, but that is a story for later. "Hi, thanks for taking care of her, please don't think I'm a bad mother."

"No, I could never-" Tom says, and then, he realizes he's speechless: because you look so young, so pretty too, and right there, Tom understand why Marley got such a sweet face. "Don't worry about it."

"That's good. Thanks." You say, slightly embarrassed, and your gaze that falls to the ground meets your daughter's eyes. "You pinky promised me that you wouldn't go away too far, Marley."

"But mommy, there was no chocolate yogurt downstairs." And at that moment, Marley lets go of Tom's hand, her head held high as she approaches you because she is not afraid of you, nor the reprimand that never comes, and instead, her hand takes yours and she looks at you with her warm gaze and her eyes with the color that some considered cold. “Sorry.”

"Stop obsessing over that yogurt."

"Never!" Marley pretends to be upset and frowns, taking a firm stance that makes you chuckle, and that makes Tom chuckle, too, because that interaction between you and her makes him happy when he realizes that you two are only joking, as if you were best friends. "Mommy, this is Tom, Tom, she is my mommy."

And you chuckle again, because, although your name is not mommy, it makes you feel proud to be called that way.

"I'm her mommy, but my name is (y/n)... Daniels." You extend your hand towards him, and a tickle runs down his hand before taking yours.

"Tom Holland."

"I know." You smile, rocking his hand in yours, because his hand is still closed, still intertwined with yours.

"You know? Oh.” Tom chuckle shyly because the movie star title still makes him blush, and is a thought that prevents his brain from noticing that his hand is still taking yours while his heart is still wrapped in the warmth of your fingers tips. "Oh, sorry."

"Don't worry about it." You smile, giving him his past words as you clear your throat, so that your next words don't tremble under your shyness. "Well... I think it's time to go home."

"Yeah." Marley and Tom respond: he, in a whisper coming from between his lips before he can stop it.

You chucke, but pretend not to hear it as you press the button on the wall, the metal doors opening instantly under the usual sound. With Marley's hand in yours, you walk in with Tom behind you, taking his place inside the little spot next to her, but when you try to push the button to the basement parking lot and he, the button to the first floor, your hands meet inches away from touching again, bringing nervous laughter.

"Sorry." You both say at the same time, and the timing makes you giggle again.

But with the floors selected, the doors close and your chest clenches painfully, as if the closed doors cut off the air that you can still breathe.

"Don't be scared, mommy." Marley says sweetly, but her hand on yours gives you courage.

"Thanks, baby." And when you look up, Tom is too slow to take his eyes off of you, and they reflect the question you can easily see in his tender gaze. "I'm scared of elevators."

"It's okay." Tom smiles, as if he wants to give you courage, too. "We'll be out in a sec–"

But his words are cut off like the lights that suddenly go out when the elevator stops abruptly, giving way to the emergency lights that only project their light on your most absurd fear after seeing so many accidents on television. Your throat closes painfully, as the air becomes hotter than normal, and for a second, you stay where you are, your hand holding your daughter's as Tom approaches the wall to press the emergency button.

"It must be because of the rain." He says, in an attempt to keep you calm. "Don't panic, the lights will come back in a moment."

"I hope so." You whisper, suddenly weak, fearful.

"Don't be scared, mommy." Marley hugs you, and her small hands cling to the side of your body, like the heat that she shares with you as the courage she gives you to keep you calm. "But can we sit down? I'm tired."

"I'm so sorry, honey, you should be asleep by now." You say and take the bottle of her hand, sitting on the floor and placing yourself in a comfortable position so that she can sleep on top of you.

"Tom, come, sit next to us." She says, and Tom smiles, and although he feels shy, he sits next to you against the cold ground. Protected by her mom's heat, Marley smiles, her head resting at your chest height, and she hides her eyes behind her eyelids that close with the fatigue that her small body can no longer bear.

"She's beautiful." Tom whispers after a few seconds later, and his gaze stays fixed on yours so you can see that he's serious, and that he's somehow, he’s talking about her inner beauty, too. "She's really smart too."

"Thank you." You whisper back, maintaining somehow, the pleasant silence. "I do my best to raise her, I really do, but sometimes I feel like she raises me."

Tom smiles.

"She told me that smiling makes you happy, that it was a psychological fact. I didn't know that such a little girl could pronounce that word. I can't even say vocabulary.”

You chuckle.

“She is 4 years old but talks like a woman sometimes. And when she talks to my best friend on the phone, I swear they can talk for hours. I think it was not a good idea to teach her what Kpop was, because they both don't stop talking about it. Sophia even bought her an Ipod.”

"Oh yeah, I totally understand you..." Tom says, feeling a strange joy at noticing that you have one thing in common. "Danielle, my mate's girlfriend is crazy about kpop too.”

"Yes, I know..." You sigh, relieved to be accompanied in the dark situation. “It looks like we will be here for a while so... Yogurt?"

Your outstretched hand holding the bottle makes him see you're serious, and Tom smiles unable to refuse the gesture, so he takes it, his fingers brushing yours along the way, giving it an electrifying feeling.

"Wow..." He says after drinking a little. “I get why Marley is so obsessed with this. This is really good!"

You smile, and something inside you breaks: setting aside the pain, maybe it wasn't a bad idea to have moved to London.

[minghaocouture]

Fearless: Chapter 14 + Epilogue

Pairing: Werewolf! Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire! Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Non-Idol AU WC: 2.5k+ Warning: Language, Mentions of blood, mentions of wounds, implied smut AU Lore: Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info Tag List: @moon-asia @uglychildd @skjdln @darkacrimson @woozisnoots @hwangjangmi @rjsmochii @fluffyhyeju​ @svtjuniverse @karmacqre​ @dwcljh​ @taeyeon-got-shmoney​ @2dmoonenback​ @moonchild9499​

Unable to tag: @Unbaeknownst @peachescherryheart A/N: So first off, don’t judge that Wonwoo edit too harshly lol, it’s my first attempt at editing and with 0 knowledge of what i’m doing >.> also I honestly can’t believe this is the last chapter. I was going to make a last chapter and then an epilogue but it fit well at the end of this chap so I just made them into one <3. Thank you guys so much for supporting me and reading this story!  

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

You weren’t sure how long you had been in this room. All you knew was that you were tired and hungry. Never before had the thirst been this strong, the feeling almost completely consumed your mind and you weren’t sure if it would ever go away. Cohesive thoughts seemed to escape you as your eyes stared out into the darkness of the room.

You were vaguely aware that you had been brought to the basement and that someone, you weren’t sure who, kept bringing you blood to drink, but everything else was a blur. The only thing you could recall was the limp form of Wonwoo on the ground and the feeling of the frenzy taking over you, a feeling that you couldn’t seem to shake. Being left completely in the dark about his status definitely wasn’t helping, for all you know...he did actually die that night. Yet you couldn’t even ask about him, the feeling of the frenzy seemed to always come back full force whenever someone else entered your room.

The sound of the heavy wooden door creaking open caught your attention, goosebumps pricking up on your flesh as you smelled the strong scent of fresh blood and felt a fresh wave of frenzy rush over you. It wasn’t different from when you were brought something to feed on, the blood this time smelt fresh as if it had just been spilt. The inability to control your actions, the pure primal instinct to feed or fight was all that you knew in that moment. You were on your feet in a second, dashing towards the new comer, and shoving them to the ground before they could even really enter the room. Your arms caging their head as you leaned down and attached your lips to their neck. There was no hesitation as you sunk your fangs into the supple skin and began to drink your fill.

Surprisingly there was no resistance from this new person, they didn’t try to push you away and their aura didn’t exude fear as they usually would. In fact, you felt an arm weakly wrap around your waist as you drained them of their precious blood. The feeling made you feel warm, and it was oddly familiar but you couldn’t quite put a finger on what it could be. 

“Well, that wasn’t the reaction I was hoping for, but they said you’d been really hungry.” The voice was familiar, but in your frenzy clouded mind it was so hard to think. Nothing stuck, not names, not faces, not voices. All you knew was food. The stranger let out a strangled chuckle, his hand rubbing gentle circles on the small of your back as he held you close. It was almost as if he was just...letting you drink your fill, letting you drain him as much as you needed without any kind of resistance.

As the fresh blood filled your system, it was almost as if your brain had been reset and everything was much too strong and too familiar now. Everything seemed to finally click once more as you came to your senses. Carefully yet quickly removing your fangs from your victim, you pushed yourself away just enough to be able to see his face.

He looked ragged, a large patch of gauze was carefully attached to the left side of his face and his hair was cut rather unevenly, most likely to make sure the wound of his face healed properly. His skin was almost an unhealthy clammy color and you were certain that you draining his blood had not helped him. He seemed to notice the look of recognition in your eyes and a small smile graced his face. Just from that one look the fog of your frenzy had completely vanished, as if it had never been there to begin with, and everything seemed to hit you all at once.

“Feeling better now?” 

Unable to find your voice for a moment, you simply dropped yourself back down and wrapped your arms around him as best you could from this position. You heard a small wince from below you as you buried your face into his neck once more, only this time it wasn’t so that you could feed. 

“You ass.” you muttered, doing your best to not accidentally hurt him again. “If you ever pull anything like that again, I’ll kill you myself you hear me.” 

“Of course, can’t die to any hands but yours. But…” the arm around your waist gripped you ever so tightly. “I would appreciate it if you got off...or I might actually end up dying today.”

With a speed you felt was quick even for a Vampire, you were off of him and helping him up and into the room you had previously been in. Laying him down on one of the leather couches before quickly turning on the lights, wincing yourself this time as the light blinded you for a moment. It was now that you noticed the blood that had seeped through his shirt, right where his bullet wound had been.

“You actual idiot!” You exclaimed, searching around for the first aid kits that are kept in each of the feeding rooms. You would think in a room as minimalistic as this one, it would be easy to find. “What were you thinking coming here while you were still injured! Sure, werewolf blood is disgusting but that doesn’t mean that you won’t get attacked!”

“You sure…” you heard a small grunt, glancing over your shoulder you noticed him attempting to sit up as he spoke. “You sure didn’t mind my ‘disgusting werewolf blood’ a minute ago.” 

You almost completely froze in your search as you realized, he was right. It wasn’t normal for the blood of a werewolf to taste as good as if it were a human’s blood. You vaguely wondered if that had to do with you...being his mate. There were a lot of questions to ask later, right now, making sure he survived the night was more of a priority. 

That thought was enough to get you moving again, finally locating the first aid kit and rushing over to take care of the freshly opened wound. Grabbing his shoulder, you pushed him to lay back down as you slowly lifted his shirt up so that you could get to the wound. 

“Did you actually just wake up and come straight here? Cause that would be stupid” Your tone was a bit harsh and contrasted with the gentle touch of your hands against his skin and you did your best to care for him. “Were you actually trying to get yourself killed, or something?” 

“I mean, that’s pretty much what I did.” He explained, chuckling lightly as he thought about how much trouble he was going to be in once it was discovered that he was missing. “I was worried about you.”

His words caused you to tense, eyes focusing in on properly rebandaging his abdomen. It felt like a stone had sunk into your gut as you worked, thankfully he wasn’t bleeding to harshly but it was still enough to cause you to worry.

“Save some of that worry for yourself. I’m not the one currently bleeding out on a couch.” You retorted quickly, doing your best to ignore the piercing gaze of his eyes as they followed you. After carefully taping off the bandages, you began to pull away to clean up a bit, only to be stopped by his hand gently wrapping around your wrist.

Taking a small breath to steady yourself, you finally lifted your gaze and connected eyes with the injured male. You hated how it seemed like he could see through you, like you were just an open book before him. You hated it, but it also made you feel oddly calm. It was just the effect he seemed to have on you.

“I’d rather be bleeding out here with you, than at home with Mingyu.” The tone his voice carried was an amused one, obviously joking, but kept enough weight for you to understand that his words held some truth to them.

“You shouldn’t want to bleed out at all.” You couldn’t find it in you to pull away from him, your wrist practically on fire where he touched. The same fire that you always felt with the two of you touched. It made you almost feel like you were a regular human. It made you think back to the conversation the two of you had right before the battle, about being mates. You hadn’t really gotten the chance to think too hard on the subject, but after seeing him injured. You knew that you didn’t want to see him like that again. So after a moment of silence between the two of you, you let out a small sigh.

“I want...ugh fuck...” the exclamation left your lips with a sense of irritation, you weren’t used to expressing yourself so openly. This was going to be much harder to admit

“I don’t think I can do that right now, if I’m being honest.” Taken off guard by the sudden humor from the male, you quickly pulled your wrist away. You knew that if you were human that your cheeks would be heating up with the tell tale signs of a blush and you were fairly certain Wonwoo was aware of that as well, if his light laugh was anything to go by.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Keep going.” he urged. You could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter not just so you would continue but so that he wouldn’t reopen his wound once more. 

Keeping your back to him, you crossed your arms over your chest and swallowed, hopefully swallowing your pride during the action so that you could continue with what you had been attempting to say. Your mouth felt dry and despite just having fed from Wonwoo, you felt impossibly hungry once again. 

“I want to try this mate thing.” You refused to turn around and face him, but you kept your voice firm to show that you weren’t wavering on your decision. “I can’t say I love you, but I know I care about you. Seeing you...like that made every part of me hurt, and being away from you, well it sucked okay. Especially since I wasn’t sure if you were even alive or not.” Trying to recall that night, all you remembered was being pulled away from him so that his pack could get him medical attention and then...everything was blank after that. You could recall screams, and being restrained, and then feeding but nothing was solid. You weren’t even sure of how long it had been.

“Well I am,” You heard his voice break through your rapid thoughts, bringing you back to the moment and out of the memories of that night. Just the sound of his voice seemed to be like a life preserver that you could hold onto, to keep you above the waters of your frenzy that had held a grip over you. “I’m alive, not perfectly fine yet. But I’m not dead and I’m not going to die anytime soon.” 

His words brought a comfort to your soul that you hadn’t been aware that you could feel, and a soft smile slid onto your face.

“Good, you better not. You’re not allowed to die until you look like your actual age.” You teased, finally turning back around to face him. You decided to push aside the darker thoughts that threatened to creep into your head. Letting yourself live in the moment, you had time. Not just to get to know Wonwoo but to possibly listen to the voice inside your head that was telling you that you couldn’t live without him anymore, and you were inclined to believe it. Not just because of the whole ‘mate’ thing, but because of how he had changed your life more in just a week than you had been able to change in almost a century. He was someone you wanted in your life now, and that was something you knew you had decided without the effects of the mate pull.

Taking a small bit of initiative, you bent down and gently pressed a kiss to the unbandaged side of his forehead. 

“Get some rest Wonwoo.”

“Stay with me?”

***

November 7th, 2021

“Geez guys can’t you lock the door or something!!” 

As the door slammed shut, you couldn’t stop yourself from letting out a loud awkward laugh. 

“I promise I locked it.” Wonwoo muttered, his face flushed red with embarrassment as being caught in the act by his roommate. Unfortunately neither of you had a really private place to spend time together, so this wasn’t the first time that this had happened. 

“Sure whatever you say wolf boy, I think you forgot again and just don’t wanna admit it,” You muttered, leaning down and pressing your lips firmly against his. Reveling in the feeling, kissing Wonwoo made you feel like you were floating. All of your nerve endings seemed to be set aflame when your lips met, which was probably why the two of you had been caught so many times. You just got so...lost in each other. 

Pulling away you examined his face, the marred flesh around his left eye made him look reminiscent of a character in an old cartoon you had watched. His now heterochromic eyes watched you as you stared down at him, lifting a hand to gently press against the permanent scar left over from the incident at the beginning of the year. Not only was the scar a permanent reminder of what had almost happened, but his eyesight as well. Sure it hadn’t been smooth sailing since then but...you were grateful that he hadn’t gotten put in danger like that again. 

“You’re staring again.” He muttered, his hand gently wrapped around the back of your neck before pulling you down into another kiss. It was his…’punishment’ for you, anytime he caught you staring for too long. It wasn’t much of a punishment but you sure weren’t going to tell him that. You loved his kisses. Honestly, you loved him but you decided it would be better to keep that information to yourself a little bit longer. You tried to pretend it was because you didn’t want to move too fast because of the Mate bond or whatever, but really you were still trying to get used to being vulnerable with others. It was something you struggled with, but Wonwoo knew this and was patient with you. He let you do things at your own pace. 

Gently pulling away again, you rested your forehead against his own with a soft smile on your lips.

“God, I love you.” his voice so soft that for a moment you thought you had imagined it. You felt your stomach clench slightly, the tell tale apprehension settling in once again. Letting his words settle in the air, you felt his hand gently caress your neck. “You don’t have to say it too. But I do, I love you.”

You may not have been ready to say the words out loud, but you hoped that he understood that you returned the feelings. You pushed those emotions into every kiss, every embrace. He was your and you were his. It was a relationship that you hadn’t been expecting but it was one that you never wanted to lose. 

[ichoriism]

a long time ago @itsacriime​​ inspired: “ i want to either kiss you or kill you right now. ” (kiyeon)

– it is part of who they are, of the duality they represent in each other’s lives —the better half that escapes through their fingers just when they think they have finally figured out the secret to happiness. taeyeon is risk whereas kiha curls into himself to keep the vital parts safe. taeyeon is quick to ignite while kiha keeps up the pretense of detachment. taeyeon is denial while kiha is the one chasing after him, always vocal about where they stand, a prophet announcing that no matter what, taeyeon’s place is in his arms. they can shift roles and the balance stands, finding them at the opposite sides, every time. 

   except today is not like other days. this is the exception of stars and planets aligning in the right ways to give them a moment of balance without trying.

   ❛ you don’t mean the last part, ❜ kiha teases, smile not faltering for one second in spite of the split lip he sports. it is second-nature to keep a grin and both arms stretched out to embrace whatever taeyeon may throw his way. it’s not wise to fall so pliant under the charm of false security, but he can’t be any different on days as scarce as this one. ❛ besides, i think the little guy is already in love with you. do you really want to kill the person who brought you both long-lost lovers together? ❜

   kiha takes a seat next to taeyeon, smile widening upon the sight of the tiny white ball of fur in taeyeon’s arms. ❛ his siblings and he looked so pitiful in that cage so i punched his previous owner in the face, got punched in return, so i kicked him in the balls and brought them home with me. stay tuned for the dispatch photos of the scandal next week. i’m also all over the news. but this time i am being supported by the citizens at least so it’s not that bad, ❜ he shrugs. 

   ❛ my manager adopted his sister and she got homes for the other two so we can arrange to play dates when they are all healthy again, aren’t you proud? ❜ the singer puffs his chest out, back straight as he adopts a smug smile before breaking into a softer expression. ❛ how shall we call your son? he has your temper and all, getting all sulky if things don’t go his way. i was thinking of calling him Squeaks or Slinky but i think he has the face of a Will, don’t you think? ❜ kiha peers at the tiny ferret and bops his nose as he yawns. 

   ❛ Will Ferret. he shall enchant your heart and make you laugh more often and you will realize that giving me heart attacks with your dauntless, daring self, is not funny in the slightest. he will give you a taste of your own medicine and you will love him more than you love me. this is the word of the prophet, ❜ he chuckles, index finger gently running over the ferret’s back in a caress. he coos at the little thing as it shifts in taeyeon’s arms until it becomes a smaller little ball of fluff, paws up and head hidden into the other’s hand.   

   kiha sobers up a bit but continues to look at the small creature. hazel eyes shift then to the tv. ❛ so… do you think you may have a few days to help me take care of the little guy? i kinda have to go and do a bit of damage control and all… ❜  

[psychicreadsgirl]

Can you do any general reading for SNSD Taeyeon? Thank you so much!!!

Taeyeon’s career peaks around 2020 - 2025, depending on how her mental health holds up and what her agency feels about her constant passive aggressive remarks/actions towards them. She often shades her company, which is already known to her fans, but she gets more opportunities than many other artists from her company. She actually has a lot of people who envy/dislike her attitude. They find her to complain way too much and to never find happiness within. She is really the type that even if you gave her everything in the world, she will always find something “wrong” with her life. You give her fame, yet she will claim that her privacy is invaded (that is something celebs all face.) You give her a solo, and she will say that her other friends/other people had better songs/promotions. This sort of “finding fault” or search for perfection will drive her stress levels high and cause her to always be “unhappy”. She finds that people will never understand her. Her depression is her cage that she placed on herself. There are many many things working in her life, like her career and her friendship and family, but she never will appreciate them. She wants more.

She shouldn’t have been a celebrity to be honest. She stole her own sister’s fate. She has not been very kind to her sister as well. Deep down she has always been jealous of her sister, even though she may not show it. She is very passive aggressive towards her sister, the sort to throw compliments to shade people.

Her love life will always be the area that she feels is least fulfilling. She is very picky about having the perfect lover that it might be best for her to order a robot to her customized liking. She cannot stand any faults in her lover, or in anyone. She holds herself to very high standards so similarly she feels her lover should have the same standards as her. She is very judgmental even though she finds herself open minded. She may be supportive of social causes and may show support for LGBTQ+, but if her own children were LGBTQ+, she would disown them or try to convert them to being straight. She is a loyal partner, but a very demanding one, which often causes the relationship to break down. She is committed and does give her lover gifts and focus on them, but her need to improve them or tell them how to live their lives while monitoring them gives them too much pressure that they fall out of love with her. 

She always needs to be in control, which works well for her career. She is very hard working and determined to fulfill her goals. She will do what it takes to get that right recording for a song or to get her solo, so likewise, she will do all she can to get that “perfect” relationship. Taeyeon forgets that people are different from “goals”. You can’t really “fix” people. People will only change if they want to, by themselves. It is very unlikely that she will understand that until she goes through many failed relationships and a very explosive toxic marriage. Toxic marriages are not always because of 1 person. It takes two to tango.

If Taeyeon can learn to actually accept people’s imperfections and to accept imperfection in her life as well as being satisfied with what she already has, then she will be able to lead a happy life. If not, she will forever be her own prisoner.

[taeyongandfree]

i was tagged by @bvidzsoo

1. Favorite colors: black, red and yellow

2. Last song I listened to: re:stacks by bon iver

3. Favorite musicians: coldplay, frank ocean, kanye west, cage the elephant, nct, taeyeon, the national, jaden smith, fleetwood mac

4. Last film watched: like father, like son by hirokazu koreeda

5. Last show watched: kingdom

6. Fav original character: uhhh idk maybe howl from howls moving castle

7. Sweet, spicy or savoury: all of the above

8. Sparkling water, tea or coffee: coffee

9. Pets: doggies or cats, i love all

anyone can do it cause i don't have enough mutuals to tag ppl

[pastelsushika]

MK11 Roster & their fave KPOP artists

(both male and female groups) (these are only headcanons so don't @ me fellas)

Cassie Cage: BlackPink and BTS. I can see her jamming to Boombayah and Not Today. Her biases would be Lisa and Taehyung for sure.

Kano: Dreamcatcher and Block B. Something that has a rock-ish vibe, or a lot of rapping like Chase Me and Nilili Mambo. Biases would include Dami and P.O.

Erron Black: Brown Eyed Girls and Super Junior. The older gen, and if they had a wild west themed comeback, it's his fave now. Biases are Miryo and Heechul.

Kabal: AOA and EXO. Something hot and fun, just like him. Biases include Seolhyun and Kai.

Johnny Cage: TWICE and BTS. He'd totally love the contrast between these two groups and would love the other popular bands as well(but twice and bts are his faves). Biases are Dahyun and RM.

Sonya Blade: Girls' Generation and Super Junior. The classics for sure, and I can't really imagine anything else. She'd totally fight with Cassie about which gen is better. Biases are Taeyeon and Eunhyuk.

Skarlet: Red Velvet and VIXX. She has this vibe that she'd enjoy these two groups, as their concepts are out of the cookie cutter mold of the general kpop stuff. Biases are Yeri and Ravi.

Jacqui Briggs: ITZY and MONSTA X. All about the choreos and rap line. Biases are Ryujin and I.M.

Jax: Sistar and B.A.P.. I think the mature and empowering lyrics would suit him, and he'd totally fight with Sonya about which older generation kpop group is superior. Biases are Hyorin and Yongguk.

Cetrion: Chungha and EXO. The lively, young female soloist with the special powered men with their elements is her in a nutshell. From the band, her bias would be Baekhyun I think, or D.O.

Scoprion: Girls' Generation and SHINee. The two groups that her enjoys the most, and their Japanese discography is what made him choose these two. Biases are Yoona and Taemin.

Sub Zero: T-ARA and Super Junior. These two groups' Chinese discography and uniqueness is what draws him to them. Biases are Jiyeon and Henry.

Noob Saibot: GFRIEND and DAY6. The more emotional, sad songs are his prefered ones. Biases are more likely Yuju and Jae.

Raiden: LOONA and Super Junior. Raiden would like everything that's elegant, and powerful. His biases are Yves and Siwon.

Baraka: EVERGLOW and TXT. The man is still new to the whole Earthrealmer thing, and Cassie thought that these two new groups would be perfect for him. As the groups are new to the world of kpop, they all can experience it together. Biases include Eunbin and Soobin.

Kollector: WJSN and SEVENTEEN. The more, the merries. The man collects things, and if a group has at least 10 members, it's a win in his book. Biases are Luda and Woozi.

Shao Kahn: Sunmi and GDRAGON. Shao Kahn would hate groups, I think, as they would rebel against him, according to him. So he thinks that soloists are more managable, and enjoyable.

Frost: PRISTIN and ATEEZ. She'd not really give a damn about the more mainstream bands, and would love to see others rise to the top like she will in the future she hopes. Biases are Kyulkyung and Seonghwa.

Kotal Kahn: Miss A and INFINITE. I think he would totally love the new generation of kpop, but his heart would always go back to the good ol' days. Biases are Suzy and Sunggyu.

Jade: Brown Eyed Girls and SF9. The choreos and the amazing looking idols would draw her to them. Biases are Gain and Rowoon.

Kitana: MAMAMOO and PENTAGON. The amazing vocals are her weakness, and she admits it that their visuals are something to look upto. Biases are Solar and Hui.

Lui Kang: TWICE and NCT. The difficult choreographies are what he'd enjoy learning the most, but he would not tell Kung Lao about it. Biases are Jeongyeon and Kun.

Kung Lao: MOMOLAND and BTS. He does not care about the feud around some toxic fans in these two fandoms, he thinks they are all good looking, and hard working people, who deserve everything in the world. Biases are Nancy and Jin.

D'vorah: Cherry Bullet and ASTRO. She'd find them especially alluring, and they are young and capable of so many things that she thinks other groups can't. Biases are May and Sanha.

Shang Tsung: IZ*ONE and PENTAGON. Like Kollector, he thinks that the more members a group has, the better. I think he'd enjoy some of the more lively songs, or the mature ones.

Geras: HyunA and PSY. I think he'd enjoy these two artists due to their popularity. Also because their comebacks are like him, like a phoenix from it's ashes, and I don't know, it seems fitting for him.

[yooniesim]

because i’m bored, here’s my top 50 tracks and artists too hehehe. i just find it so interesting...

top 50 long-term artists:

BTS

My Chemical Romance

Panic! At The Disco

Sia

John Williams

Lady Gaga

Hozier

Fall Out Boy

Block B

Troye Sivan

The Killers

Evanescence

TWICE

Smyang Piano

Melanie Martinez

Florence + The Machine

Billie Eilish

Paramore

Scott Bradlee's Postmodern Jukebox

Lana Del Rey

Halsey

Boyce Avenue

TAEYEON

Relax α Wave

Kurt Hugo Schneider

Red Velvet

Sam Tsui

The Weeknd

A R I Z O N A

Twenty One Pilots

PENTAGON

BLACKPINK

DJ Okawari

Seether

BABYMETAL

Kyle Dixon & Michael Stein

SEVENTEEN

Maria Callas

WINNER

Red Hot Chili Peppers

Matt Corby

Crush

The 1975

BIGBANG

Sam Smith

Rachael Sage

The Greatest Bits

CHVRCHES

j-hope

Ellie Goulding

top 50 long-term tracks:

BTS, Blood Sweat & Tears

Wye Oak, Civilian

Hozier, Better Love - From The Legend of Tarzan - Single version

John Williams, Theme From Schindler's List

Son Lux, Cage of Bones

Julien Baker, Funeral Pyre

BTS, Spring Day

WINNER, FOOL

Japanese Wallpaper, Breathe In

Troye Sivan, BITE

BTS, Interlude : Wings

Tedy, Flames

Panic! At The Disco, Death of a Bachelor

Vladimir Vavilov, Ave Maria

BTS, Awake

Evanescence, Swimming Home

Lyu:Lyu, Suisei

Golden Youth, Where's Your Heart Gone

BTS, Awake

My Chemical Romance, The Ghost of You

Sigma, Find Me

Thirteen Senses, Into The Fire - Acoustic

Billie Eilish, when the party's over

Florence + The Machine, No Light, No Light - MTV Unplugged, 2012

Black Veil Brides, Knives and Pens (Acoustic)

gnash, i hate u, i love u (feat. olivia o'brien)

Evanescence, Lithium

X Ambassadors, American Oxygen

Billie Marten, In for the Kill

BTS, The Truth Untold

Bat For Lashes, Laura

j-hope, Daydream (백일몽)

Fiona Apple, Pure Imagination

Hozier, Arsonist's Lullabye

Yuna, Come As You Are

John Williams, A Dream Discarded

Matt Corby, Brother

Lucy Rose, Our Eyes

Melanie Martinez, Bittersweet Tragedy

Lights, Meteorites

Lady Gaga, The Cure

Halsey, Gasoline

MS MR, Dark Doo Wop

The 1975, Robbers

RM, tokyo

Matt Corby, Made of Stone

j-hope, Blue Side (Outro)

XYLØ, Afterlife

Franz Schubert, Piano Sonata No.20 In A, D.959: 2. Andantino

A R I Z O N A, I Was Wrong

anyone else have the same taste??? just me??? XD