actual love story

IMPORTANT!!!

okay so um if I said I had a whamjamilton story in my google docs and I could start posting it would anybody want that? Washington x Hamilton x Jefferson? Together in one ship? Anybody interested in this? 

anonymous asked:

The thing TD always ignore, the actual CANON story. "Daryl loved Beth as much as he loved Sophia. There wasn’t a romantic relationship there [...] it’s not like there was this great romance that didn’t happen because she died. She was very young. He maybe fell in love with her the way someone can become a surrogate father or surrogate older brother." -Robert Kirkman

Because acknowledging canon means accepting that Beth is dead and Bethyl was never canon

Oh, he’s no stranger, we’ve met before, once upon a dream.

goodbye, forever, i literally can’t believe this happened,,,,

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hoseok birthday bonanza!

day 06 - dancing

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“I’ve come here with a view to asking you… to marriage me. I know I seems an insane person because I hardly knows you but sometimes things are so transparency, they don’t need evidential proof. And I will inhabit here, or you can inhabit with me in England. 

Of course I don’t expecting you to be as foolish as me, and of course I prediction you say no… but It’s Christmas and I just wanted to… check.”

anonymous asked:

I seriously love your writing omg is it okay if I request a Yoosung "first time" fic >///< you don't have to ofc!! Ahh thank you very much

wahooooo sorry i’ve been AWOL for a few days, got caught up in work and illness and work and illness and i’m running on caffeine, paracetamol and two hours of sleep HA

i’m going mad– HERE’S SOME YOOSUNG PORN


Yoosung was the sweetest, most considerate, and loving man you knew. He had done nothing but express his adoration for you from the moment his eyes met yours, and, if that was his way of winning you over for good, oh boy, it was working. The two of you had been going steady for a couple of months now - long enough for the issues surrounding the hacker, and Rika’s apartment, to dissipate somewhat. Yoosung had become more and more focused at school, and you were willing to cheer him on at every possible opportunity. Your evenings were spent either working together, occasionally breaking for some cuddles, or taking time off, watching movies, or playing games, or even just lying together, pouring your hearts out to one another.

Nights like this were a rarity.

“Yoosung-” your breath hitched as your boyfriend nibbled on the tender skin beneath your jawline, tracing his tongue down your neck. “Be careful… You might leave a mark-”

“A mark?”

“Like last time… Remember?”

Yoosung hummed in confirmation, but it didn’t seem like he actually cared all that much, as his lips returned to your own. You couldn’t help but let yourself melt into the kiss - for two people who had never done anything with anyone, your kisses were incredible. His teeth found your lower lip, taking it into his own mouth and sucking, his own groan of satisfaction making you all the more willing to open up to him. Shifting yourself in his lap, you wound a hand through his hair, tangling your fingers in the strands so that you could manoeuvre his head; Yoosung let you take charge as your tongue met his, his hands settling happily on your hips as your other hand, currently unoccupied, went wandering down. Despite your inexperience, you had been in this situation enough that you knew just where would make your boyfriend melt into your arms - pressing around his hipbone, you grinned as Yoosung moaned,  his fingers digging into your flesh.

“Oh, ____…” He was panting, face flushed and eyes dark - a vision of lust. You knew that what you were doing was working; the evidence pressed up against the apex of your thighs, and you rocked into him, desperate for more friction to satiate your own needs. Yoosung was a mess, fingers grasping needily at your hips, your thighs, your butt - whatever he could get a grip on. This wasn’t exactly a new sight for you, in fact, you and Yoosung had done almost everything but directly touch each other. And it was getting… Frustrating, to say the least.

“Hey,” it took some effort on your behalf - you could feel your own arousal growing unbearable - as you pulled away from your lust-stricken boyfriend, not helped by the whine he emitted as his eyes fluttered open. “I don’t know about you, but I… Uh… I think I’m ready.”

“Wait-” Yoosung coughed, and took a deep breath. “You mean… Ready, ready?” His eye sparkled with excitement, and something quite a bit more mature. “Ready?

“Ready.” You grinned back at him as you repeated the word. “I mean, if you are-”

“Of course!” Yoosung cut you off, nodding almost too enthusiastically. “I mean… I’ve been wanting to… Since… We… Uh.” The flush on his face deepened, and he looked down.

“Since…?”

“Since we first kissed!” He exclaimed, somehow flushing even further - you were worried the blood was going in the wrong direction.

“At the party?”

“Ever since then, I’ve been… Uh… Imagining…” The last word was spoken slowly, almost as though Yoosung had tried to craft his sentence carefully - and failed. He trailed off, gaze avoiding your own. But that was all you needed to hear; it wasn’t like you hadn’t been doing the exact same, and many sleepless nights since that first kiss had been spent wishing your fingers were Yoosung’s - nights like these, where the two of you separated, often unsatisfied, hadn’t helped.

“Then let’s do it.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm. I love you, Yoosung. I trust you, and I would love nothing more than for you to be my first,” now you were blushing. “And for me to be yours.”

Apparently satisfied with your confession, Yoosung wasted no time finding the hem of your shirt, and lifting it - suffice to say the two of you were already worked up more than enough. You returned the favour, hastily tugging at Yoosung’s shirt until he lifted himself from the headboard of your bed, allowing you to remove the garment. You didn’t want the typical bra-removal scenario to make Yoosung falter now, so, as he moved to tug at the buckle on his belt, you removed it yourself - leaving your boyfriend stunned.

“Oh…” Even through his trousers, you could feel Yoosung’s cock throb when he saw your breasts, freed from their usual restrictions. He didn’t speak, or move, for a few long moments, before turning his gaze to you. “… Can I touch them?”

You smiled - partly nerves, mostly amusement. “Of course - you are my boyfriend, Yoosung.”

Yoosung couldn’t resist taking them into his hands, and just squeezing - you could’ve laughed, if it were under any other circumstances. It took a while before he got the idea of what to do with them, but you were willing to be patient; even seeing him touching you like this was doing wonders to heighten your own arousal. When his mouth took one of your nipples, sucking gently on the hardened bud, you had to consciously stop yourself from grabbing his head. Although he neglected the other side, he was surprisingly good with his mouth, sucking hard before letting up, brushing his teeth over the sensitive bundle of nerves; your chest was heaving as you tried to regulate your breathing and filter out your moans and sighs of pleasure, and you honestly could’ve let Yoosung play with your chest all night, but you - literally - had more pressing  matters to attend to.

“Shall we undress?” The passionate undressing of one’s lover was all very well, but neither of you had done this before - it could all become very messy, very quickly, if one of you messed up. Save the tropes for later, you thought - for now, all you wanted was to make love to your boyfriend. Thankfully, he seemed to agree, and you removed yourself from his lap - sorely missing the friction the growing bulge in his trousers had given you - removing your own jeans and, with some internal-pep talk, your panties.

Clearly, Yoosung was the one waiting, for the moment you had your panties off, he pulled you down onto the mattress. Honestly, you had so little time to feel self-conscious before his lips were on yours again, your moans muffled against his mouth as he let you fall back, his own figure covering yours.

“Um…” Yoosung wasn’t much taller than you; your frame fit perfectly against his, even as he fidgeted above you. “I hope you don’t mind if we just… Do it.”

You hadn’t even glimpsed anything beyond his torso - although you could feel his stiff member pressed against your thigh, not knowing exactly what was coming was nerve-wracking, but exciting. “I want to do this right, but I don’t think I can wait much longer.” You could even feel your own hips twitching at the thought of what was to come, your clit throbbing in anticipation, desperate for friction - never before had you been so completely aware of your entire body.

“Yoosung, please-” straining up to place a final kiss on his lips, you smiled at him. “I want you.”

No matter how much you wanted to tease him until he couldn’t handle it, mark him as your own, and hear him cry out your name, no matter how much you wanted that talented mouth on your womanhood, and no matter how much you wanted to see just how far the two of you could go in the bedroom, this was your first time. Your first time, with your true love - you were, you realised, lucky beyond belief to have found Yoosung, to have fallen in love with him, and to have him fall in love with you. You knew that you could wait - after all, you had your whole life ahead of you.

Right now, all that mattered was feeling the head of his cock as it spread you open like never before - a shiver passed down your spine as Yoosung sheathed himself inside you fully, and his own breathing hitched. It was uncomfortable, at first, but you were more than ready, and it didn’t take long before you gave him the nod to continue. It barely took you a few thrusts to realise that he was the perfect fit for you - he didn’t boast the greatest length, but that mattered little when he was able to hit all the right places, and it meant even less when he filled you so well, when he completed you so utterly.

“You… You are so perfect, ____…” Yoosung’s voice was a little garbled, gasps and moans of pleasure punctuating each one of his thrusts into you. You didn’t expect him to last long enough - but with how intensely aroused you had unexpectedly found yourself, you were beginning to doubt yourself. Even as Yoosung’s breaths grew more haggard, you were gripping the sheets, knuckles white as your other hand found your engorged clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves to the best of your ability as you let your mouth hang open, moans cascading from your lips.

Yoosung’s erratic thrusting was all the warning you needed to speed up your own pace, and as your boyfriend buried his head into the crook of your neck, cries of your name signalling his impending climax, you felt your own hit you, unexpectedly and abruptly. You convulsed with pleasure, sobbing Yoosung’s name before collapsing back into the mattress, too overwhelmed to move from your position beneath him. At some point between your climax and your subsequent return to full consciousness, Yoosung must have also climaxed - he was yet to remove himself from inside you, or, for that matter, on top of you.

Had you been more clear of mind, maybe you would have asked him to move - for now, however, you were content. The feeling of his skin, sticky but warm on your own, was comforting, and a reminder of what had just occurred. Not that you were upset, or unsatisfied in any way; everything was just perfect. You were slowly being lulled to sleep by the rhythmic breathing of the man on top of you, and, had he not moved, you could have easily found yourself drifting off. Yoosung’s voice broke the silence, snapping you out of your daze.

“Was that… Ok?” He looked half-asleep himself; eyes hooded, hair mussed, face still holding patches of redness. He looked adorable, honestly, and you wanted nothing more than to take him in your arms, and sleep.

“That was more than ok, love.” Your own voice was quiet, soft with satiation. “Everything was perfect.” Yoosung pulled himself from you with a whimper, collapsing besides you. The silence returned as you pressed against Yoosung once again, who happily entwined himself with you. Minutes passed, and, as you returned to the cusp of slumber, too far gone now to re-awaken, Yoosung spoke once again.

“I think I want to marry you, ____.”

I did a self-indulgent charm print with a bunch of people a while ago of Klaus and Raeger from Story of Seasons since they were my two fav bachelors there, but I ended up having a few leftover so

I’m hoping to sell the leftovers off here! Since it was a self-indulgent print there won’t be anymore printed once I’ve sold them off, and I don’t have many haha. I only have 5 of each right now!

These are 2 inch double sided acrylic charms, and I’m selling them for $8 USD + shipping on my sister’s etsy store!

Here are the store links in case you are interested:

Klaus: https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/489914696/story-of-seasonsharvest-moon-klaus

Raeger: https://www.etsy.com/ca/listing/503406629/story-of-seasonsharvest-moon-raeger

Thanks everyone!

Ten days ago I missed you.
I cried and cried and prayed you’d call me.
I told myself I’d never be happy without you.


Five days ago you called.
You got mad for no reason and reminded me of all of the reasons we didn’t work.
You stomped my broken heart into the dust and then told me we’re friends again.


Today I can’t stand you.
You’re on my mind so much for all the bad reasons.
I can’t stand anything you do, the things I use to think were cute and quirky are just plain annoying now.
Everytime I run into you I resist the urge to lash out at you and tell you how annoying you are and how i’m so much better without you.


But if I hate you so much,
Why are you still on my mind?

—  sunshxnequote-s
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*Xuezhang = Upperclassman/senpai

**These characters are from ‘Their Story’

Second year Xuezhang meets first year Qin Xiong aahhh!

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A Week in the Life of a Choices Fan

Monday - Only got till Wednesday! I’ll make it through… right?

Tuesday - Oh god it’s tomorrow I don’t know how I’m going to make it

Wednesday - Reloads the entire day waiting for the chapters. Then freaks out.

Thursday - *only thinks of new things that happened*

Friday - *comes up with so many conspiracy theories*

Saturday - Starting to think I can’t make it to Wednesday again

Sunday - Slightly impatient with too much free time and nothing new to freak out over

*repeat cycle perpetually*

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gif request meme: harry potter + favorite story arc  –> harry x sirius poa arc
[requested by @lydiarielmartin ]

‘Are you mad?’ said Harry, his voice easily as croaky as Sirius. 'Of course I want to leave the Dursleys! Have you got a house? When can I move in?’

I swear this fanfiction gives me so much life. 

Fic- I’ll Protect You link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9193691/chapters/20860172

flashback to chapter 1! I love this story @lattemika, I hope you update soon!

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“He is tired of life. He has madness in his soul.”

Alexander Siddig as Mr. Shaitana, “Cards on the Table” - Agatha Christie’s Poirot [2006]

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someday, someone will come along who will tear down those walls you’ve built around your heart. // insp.
( my other special shadowhunters edits | all my other shadowhunters edits )

everyone’s already posted gifsets of this scene and i’m like the last one lol
the small text shown above (in the book pages) are snippets from an actual malec love story - specifically, this gem by @abloodneed! thank you izsak for lending your lovely prose to this gifset and for entertaining me with talk of malec fic woes while i slaved over it ❤

I’M SURE YOU GUYS ALL REMEMBER THAT SCENE IN HIBIKE EPISODE 5 WHERE KUMIKO IS CAUGHT STARING AT REINA IN THEIR MARCHING UNIFORMS RIGHT

AND IT’S ALL LIKE OH HOW CUTE REINA CAUGHT KUMIKO STARING AT HER LOOK AT THE CHEMISTRY AWW THEY’RE ADORABLE

BUT YOU’RE WRONG (well they’re still adorable but)

GO WATCH IT AGAIN

KUMIKO IS NOT JUST INNOCENTLY STARING AT REINA BECAUSE SHE THINKS SHE’S PRETTY 

KUMIKO IS LITERALLY CHECKING REINA OUT

SHE’S STARING AT HER CHEST

AND IF YOU DON’T BELIEVE ME, HERE, I HAVE PHOTOGRAPHIC EVIDENCE

here we have kumiko freaking out over being flat:

and here she’s staring at midori’s chest. notice how she’s doing this solely for comparison, not in any sort of sexualized way

cut scene, and now she’s staring at hazuki’s inherent flatness

notice also the lack of shame in staring at her friend’s chest. again, nothing sexual here, just platonic female anatomical comparisons

BUT THEN, OH NO, ENTER ASUKA, THE PLOT TWIST

and kumiko’s consequential depression (still zero embarrassment here, and zero sexual intentions despite asuka having a larger chest size)

now that they’re in their uniforms, boobs are still on her mind, especially since the band outfits really accentuate their bodies

oh but look, a sudden distraction

everything from this point on is from kumiko’s line of sight, so she goes from this:

to this as soon as kaori starts talking about how good asuka looks:

and then kumiko literally looks up her body like this:

and then of course reina notices

and kumiko gets embarrassed…wait, what? embarrassed???

and reina is like oh shit she was checking me out and also gets embarrassed

and yeah that wasn’t just subtext or crazy fans reading too much into the scene (unless you count this as doing so, but i just got overly excited when i noticed how canon this was and i have nothing better to do right now?) kumiko blatantly and canonically checked reina out by staring at her chest. 

and even though she stared at plenty of other people’s chests in the beginning of this episode, reina is the only one she got embarrassed over and the only one that wasn’t treated like a joke - in fact, this scene is sensual as hell

this wasn’t the first hint that kumiko was interested in reina, but it’s definitely the most sexually-charged

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He saw her, in the soft glow of the festival lights, and he realized she was undeniably, absolutely, and perfectly beautiful.