i now feel a little closer to

Bong Soon

I am waiting for Bong Soon to be more sensitive to Min Hyuk’s tenderness. Now that she knows that he likes her I want her to reciprocate his feelings by being a little more kind, to go with the flow and not be stiff or shocked when he does something. I don’t want the cute or the bickering anymore, I want more serious and deeper moments, I want her to take a step closer, I want her to fall in love with him and do some efforts because it feels like Min Hyuk is doing the work by himself. I know it’s coming but I can’t wait.

Btw, he earned a bigger place in her heart when he got stabbed instead of her, bro if this ain’t a step closer I don’t know what it is.

“Mom. Come on.”

“Look at me, Mom.  Mo-om.  Mommy.  Look at my face. Look at how happy I am.  Look at my sweet pudgy cheeks and my adorable button nose and my precious little grin.”

Squishy Baby Henry feels her resolve weakening.  He wills her closer with the power of his adorable squishiness.

“Hah! You grabbed my hand.  You are so taking me home with you.  Behold my wise, somewhat smug but still utterly adorable expression.  You didn’t stand a chance.”

Aftermath

A conversation that needs to happen after the last update between He Tian and Mo Guan Shan


“How are you feeling?”

“What’re you talking about?”

Out of the corner of his eye, Mo Guan Shan saw He Tian roll his eyes and cast him an annoyed glance.

“What I said. How are you feeling?”

Mo Guan Shan shook his head, continuing to mix the stew. Jian Yi and Zhan Xixi were who-knows-where doing who-knows-what, but Guan Shan was thankful. They were too rambunctious for him, especially right now–after everything that had happened.

“I’m fine.”

“You’re still red.”

Mo Guan Shan sent He Tian a glare, to which he predictably grinned. Even so, Guan Shan felt his ears heat up.

“Shut up.”

“Did I hurt you?”

Guan Shan frowned.

“What?”

He Tian moved a little closer, and Guan Shan tensed. The other halted, his eyes grazing over Guan Shan, who shivered at the piercing gaze.Guan Shan had noticed. He Tian had been keeping his distance ever since they met up early and Guan Shan had fixed his hand. Even then, He Tian hadn’t intruded on his personal space at all like he used to.

Guan Shan wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“When we kissed. Did I hurt you?”

Guan Shan’s cheeks burst with heat and he swallowed, glancing around. There were no other sounds in the house, and the other two boys were nowhere to be seen. He glared at He Tian again, but He Tian stared back with that rare seriousness of his. It reminded him of when he’d threatened Guan Shan about meeting up with that thug.

Guan Shan licked his lips.

“No. You didn’t hurt me. So just–stop talking about–”

“Then why did you react like that?” He Tian insisted, those coal black eyes digging into Guan Shan and making the redhead want to flee. “Why were you so–so scared–”

“I wasn’t scared,” Guan Shan snapped, clanging his ladle against the pan.

They both paused and listened.

Still no sound.

Where were those two?

Guan Shan shook it from his mind.

He Tian was staring at him again. Guan Shan felt his walls build higher.

“I don’t like being taken advantage of,” he muttered, slowly beginning to stir again. There was a pause. It lasted for so long, Guan Shan wouldn’t have known if He Tian had walked out of the room if not for the looming presence he always had.

“Why would I take advantage of you?”

Guan Shan’s head shot up, and he stared at the taller boy.

“Are you serious?” he snapped, “Shut the fuck up. You’ve been taking advantage of me from day one. And I’m not–I’m not like that, okay? I’m not that desperate. I don’t want… I’m not that cheap that I would let you do what you wanted just because you have money.”

He Tian stared at him, and Guan Shan met his gaze for a moment before looking away, back to the stew.

“Someone’s tried before. Propositioned you.” 

It wasn’t a question.

Guan Shan’s mouth went dry. He simply nodded.

Another beat, and He Tian leaned a little closer. 

Guan Shan automatically stepped back, and He Tian once again froze. The redhead stared at the other man, his heart beating wildly in his chest.

He wasn’t used to this.

He wasn’t used to He Tian being so hesitant. He Tian was such a forceful presence–like a hurricane. No one could get out of his way if they were caught up in his path.

But now, He Tian simply watched him, his expression unreadable.

“I don’t want to give you money for things like that,” He Tian stated.

“Then what would you give me?” Guan Shan bit, his pride growling and growing in his chest, “Presents? Food?”

“Me.”

Mo Guan Shan blanched.

He Tian stepped forward and Guan Shan stepped back. The small of his back hit the counter, and panic rose in his throat.

He Tian stopped only a foot away.

“I want our next kiss to be voluntary,” He Tian stated.

Guan Shan’s face erupted in flames, and he stuttered.

“T-The next–”

The door slammed and He Tian stepped back as Jian Yi burst into the room, dragging a disheveled Zhan Xixi behind him.

“He Tian, your bed is so cozy! Won’t you lend it to us? Just for tonight?”

“I told you to stay off my bed, you idiots.”

Zhan Xixi shoved Jian Yi off of him, much to the other boy’s protest.

“It was Jian Yi. Your shit’s everywhere. He went through your drawers, too.”

He Tian’s eyes flashed dangerously, and Jian Yi paled.

“Xixi why…” he whispered, tensing and stepping back, ready to flee.

He Tian took off, and Jian Yi disappeared back into the bedroom, screaming, and suddenly Zhan Xixi and Mo Guan Shan were left alone in the kitchen.

It was silent, and Xixi sighed, glancing over at Guan Shan.

“Are you okay? Your face is all red–”

“I DIDN’T KISS HIM!”

“…. Um.”

“I mean…–”

Zhan Xixi raised his hands.

“I don’t want to know,” he stated.

Guan Shan’s face burned, and thankfully Xixi turned and disappeared into the other room, no doubt following the distressed calls of his name.

Guan Shan stared into the pan, hoping his cheeks would cool off.

“I want our next kiss to be voluntary.”

Guan Shan groaned and buried his face in his hands to cover the flush across his pale skin that rivaled his hair.

My favorite thing about Lexa is that whenever Clarke challenges her, she just gets really really close to her face. Its like she is asking “you sure you want to test me?” and Clarke always looks a little flustered because she knows Lexa could totally kick her ass but she’s also kind of turned on? Clarke is like “Oh shit I should not have said that, wow she’s really pretty, wait what?” and I feel like Lexa knows she has this effect on Clarke. So she steps closer with a dual purpose of dont test me but also now you’re thinking about kissing me.

Angelic Self Care

Hello hello! Seems like I make these long posts more often!! I have received numerous amounts of questions asking for self care advice, so why not make a post about it?! This is just a broad post, really, so maybe not everything will be included, but I’ll try my best :)

Angelic self care

  • Baths!!! Baths are so lovely and sweet and calming!!
  • There’s lovely little soap you can buy!
  • Don’t forget that you are human so water is very important
  • Sleep!!
  • Food! Please don’t forget to eat, I know it can be hard
  • Please don’t try and fly! I know you miss stretching your wings, feeling the wind, but please right now you are human!
  • Talk with others, share what you experience!
  • Oh lovely little drinks that remind you of home!
  • Take time for yourself, remember what you can
  • For some, churches are like home. They can help you feel closer to father!
  • You will go home again, do not fret, sibling
  • Lovely aesthetics!
  • Breathe..you are okay.
  • Reminders
  • Reminders
  • Music!!
  • And some helpful tips!



I hope this helps any of you struggling brethren, or those of you just wanting some fun :)

My Best Friend’s Brother - teaser

“You need to stop looking at me like that,” you breathed, closing your eyes and inhaling steadily.

“Like what?”

Sam’s voice was rough, even lower than usual, and you had to fight back an honest to God whimper from escaping your slightly parted lips.

You opened your eyes when you heard him take a step towards you.

“Like you want me.”

A smirk curled the corner of his lips, turning his expression predatory.

“I do,” he told you, plainly. “That’s no secret.”

“Wouldn’t you rather have some pretty little college grad?” you asked, trying to remain calm, “Not some grease monkey that barely scraped through highschool?”

Sam chuckled low in his chest, stepping even closer, and you resisted the impulse to step back, standing your ground.

“Why are you selling yourself short?” he questioned, now so close that you could feel his body heat, “You might not have a college education, but you’re intelligent. You’re funny, kind, and so fucking hot, I’ve had the worst case of frustration for the last fourteen days.”

You bit your lip, searching his eyes for any sign that this was a joke.

There wasn’t any.

“Look, if you don’t want this, just say the word,” he murmured, his hand carefully coming to rest on your exposed shoulder, his thumb pressing into the dip of your neck.

You pulled in a shaky breath, instantly loving the feeling of his skin on yours, the possessiveness of the gesture.

“But if you do,” he continued, dipping his head so his lips were mere inches from your own. “Dean isn’t due home for a couple hours.”

This is an excerpt from my Sam x Mechanic!Reader (gender intentionally unspecified) entry for Mimi’s tropes challenge, my trope is Best Friend’s Brother… If you wanna be tagged (and you’re not already in my Sam tag list) let me know!

The List

This is from a request I got AGES ago from @gallifreyansass. I’m sorry it took so long, dear!

Summary: Sam finds your sexy “to do” list, and ends up breaking the bed.

Word Count: 1700

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk

A/N: Hope you enjoy it! Feedback always appreciated! Tagging @saxxxology and @gecko9596 because they asked :)

“Come on, Sam, just…please? I need more.” you whined, squirming beneath him, locking your legs around his waist and pulling him closer.

Sam pushed just a little, just enough to let you feel him, the head of his cock just barely inside you. Teasing. And you were gonna bite that damn smirk right off his face if he didn’t really fuck you right now.

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When I watched the behind the scenes for The Final Problem, there was a part where Gatiss said that we wont know for sure if Sherlock actually meant it or he just said it to save Molly. But then it was followed by Benedict saying he was out-of-control for Molly Hooper. He then asked whether that meant he loved Molly Hooper, but he answer that with “I don’t think I’ve made that decision yet.”

So, I think if they just get a little more time, maybe Sherlock needs to think about what he said and what it meant, Sherlolly can definitely be canon. 

I’m just so excited with the progress of Sherlock’s character. The thought of him saying he can actually feel love is too much to handle for me right now.

One last thing, I cannot express how much I was in awe of Loo’s performance! Every thing she did was amazing! When she held the phone closer to her ear, when she pushed her lip, the way she whispered, “I love you”. She’s better than a great actress… she’s a good one.

Okay I promise this is the last one, I was so impressed with Benedict when he destroyed the coffin. I get that it was probably made of thin wood, but it was still impressive!

Okay bye!

! important update !

hi guys! 

so recently I found a post, and as you guys may or may not know, I am 100% Thai, though I’m adopted and live in the USA, this post made me a little sad because I realized how distant I am from my own culture, and I would really like to be closer to my culture. So, I’ve decided to change from my birth name to a nickname which I feel would help me accomplish that and be one step closer.

So, I would appreciate it if you guys could address me as Maew from now on! Thank you, I love you all. 

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If you watched this scene with your mind in half a buzz about Yuuri’s amazing score, then stop now, go back and re-watch.

Viktor’s voice right here…I have not heard him sound like this in the entire series so far. I can’t quite describe the raw emotion in his voice. His voice is trembling, it’s emotional, and it’s so very, very fond. I can feel the love and pride emanate through my screen.

Viktor gets closer to Yuuri’s ear as he speaks, this is just for him to hear, it’s a personal moment. And something in his tone, in his words says ‘Oh Yuuri, dear little piglet, how typical of you. So modest. Of course the performance was enough, more than enough, you silly kastudon’. It sounds familiar and fond like that.

But quite importantly, Viktor is saying how great he feels after watching a performance like that. He’s happy and proud. Hearing Viktor close to tears, and so raw, it made for a touching little moment amongst the bigger ones. 

Ray: “Kill me now.”

Zack: “Get off my baaaack–I’ll kill you when I feel like it!”

Ray: “…we made an important oath to each other…”

Zack: *serious* “There won’t be a day I’ll ever forget it.”

Ray: *comes a little closer* “…we’re basically married.” ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Zack: *no hesitation* “Fuck no.”

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AT HIS MOST VULNERABLE playlist

If only I knew what my heart was telling me, don’t know what I’m feeling, is this just a dream?   //    Chills run down my back, I'mma flirt with that, get a little closer   //   We are high, I’m in love, we are high, fucked up american boys   //   Your love was handmade for somebody like me, come on now, follow my lead   //   If you just let me invade your space, I’ll take the pleasure, take it with the pain   //   You do to me so well, hypnotic takin’ over me   //   Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver, holy hands oh they make me a sinner   //   Now if we’re talking body, you got a perfect one, so put it on me   //   The goosebumps start to raise, the minute that my left hand meets your waist   //   I don’t think I ever planned, for this helpless circumstance with you   //   Take me down into your paradise, don’t be scared ‘cause I’m your body type

I know this wasn’t really a sex scene but I couldn’t resist making a playlist once I saw this post

Cuddles with Derek

“Cuddle with me Derek, I’m a bit cold.” I fake shuddered, hoping that he’d give into my lie. 
“You’re in two thick blankets, I can think you can manage without being in my arms.” Derek chuckled deeply.
He looked like he had just woken up, hair disheveled with his sweatpants dangerously sitting a little too low on his waist. Sleep was slowly taking over me again and I drifted off for a few minutes before feeling the bed sink next to me.

Huge muscle arms found their way around my waist and pulled me closer. I felt slow, warm breaths on my neck and a bit of scruff scratching me softly. “I thought you didn’t want to cuddle werewolf?” I smirked, not yet turning around to face Derek. “You made me change my mind baby, now turn over so I can kiss you.” Derek said while smiling into my neck. I laughed before rolling over to face him.

 “I love you Derek”
”I love you so much baby girl” 


(Just something I wanted to write, I’ve never written a Derek imagine before lol) 

In The Beginning

This drabble falls into the same universe as Let Me Go, Struggling and The Secret. It’s more of a prequel. 

Daddy!Sam x Reader



“I don’t know if I can do this, he’s so small.” Sam’s in pajamas on his knees, hunched over the bassinet. He looks back to you sitting on the edge of the bed, silently asking for guidance. His face falls under the weight of sudden worry, “I don’t know how to be a father.”

“It’s the most natural thing in the world Sam, you’re going to be wonderful. Just love him and protect him, everything else will follow.” You offer him a encouraging smile, scooting closer. Your body is still tender, it’s only been forty eight hours since you gave birth to this tiny little human and you wince as sharp pain shoots from your groin. Every part of you is different now, including this strange empty feeling, your once full belly now squishing like jello with every move.

“Look at all this hair…” Sam’s voice trails off as his ever-so-gently runs the pads of his fingers over his son’s full head of thick, dark hair. He smiles as the baby coos, making soft noises at the familiar touch. A tiny hand wraps around Sam’s index finger which looks gargantuan in comparison, holding on with a pint-sized grip as he squeals kicking thick, chubby legs.

“He loves you.” You rub Sam’s back, watching the unfettered delight spread from his eyes to his mouth, manifesting in series of silent over the tops facial expressions that make Henry’s big eyes go wide in response.

“We’re gonna buy a house.” Sam is talking to you but still looking his child, he can’t break his focus.

Until this moment he thought falling in love with you was the most intense emotional experience of his life, but looking down this little boy, his heart feels so full of love that it aches. “He’s needs a normal bedroom to play in, when he gets bigger.”

Sam’s been less and less happy with the bunker living arrangement, it’s only a matter of time before he pulls the trigger on someplace more domestic. He wants nothing more than to give his child the life of suburban normality he never had.

“We’ll figure it out.” You lay your cheek on his shoulder, overwhelmed with bliss and utterly exhausted.

Henry releases Sam’s finger, making delicate, small noises looking to you. Sam sits next to you, tucking his arm around your waist, kissing the hair at the side your head. “I didn’t even know I wanted him.”

“Me either.” You think back to the pink plus sign on the pregnancy test and how terrified you were of telling Sam. It seems like distant memory now.

“How are you?” He pulls back to look at you, his brows drawing together, “you feel alright?”

“I’m tired and happy.” You glance from your son to your husband, as he places a hand over your knee. “I’d stay like this forever, if I could.”

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Was Never Mine (Part 4)- Joker X Reader

Was Never Mine (Part 4/5)- Leto!Joker X Reader

Warnings- None I don’t think

Summary- Being an assassin working for The Clown Prince. You are madly in love with him and would do anything to protect him. However, the same can’t be said about him.

You can feel the night getting colder. A fog arising over the waters under the dock. You backed up just a little, letting space between you and this dangerous man. It does very little to minimize the tension between you two.

“Talk” he purrs stepping closer to you.

“S-Stop it” you choke out.

“Stop what?” he asks mockingly, tilting his head like some confused puppy.

“Acting like you don’t know what you do to me, how you make me feel.”

“Now, Miss Y/L/N” he begins approaches you more. “I actually don’t know what you mean” he cups your cheek in his right hand and you can’t help but let your head lean more into his touch. You blink at him, feeling that warmth going through you. Wanting him more than ever. “Why don’t you tell me what you mean?”

“I can’t. I can’t be anything to you more than your employee. I’m nothing to you, J.” you argue, your voice beginning to break. Pulling away, turning your back to him, your arms wrapping around yourself and letting your eyes close. You take a couple breaths. The area is full of silence. “You give me these feelings and it’s driving me crazy”

“Well, isn’t it clear you aren’t the first?” he chimes in circling you.

“I know i’m not the first, believe me, I know I’m not.” Your arms drop to your sides and you look to him. His face unreadable. No menacing smile or mocking smirk. You approach him slowly, looking down once you reach him, your hands place themselves on his chest. His purple coat not doing it’s best to cover him. “I-I love you.” You allow yourself to look up to him. A frown evident on his lips. “I’m sorry” you whisper, your hands going away from him.

“Shh” he whispers, taking your hands into his own and placing them back in their place on his chest. You close your eyes, beginning to shake your head. “You love me, Y/N, embrace it” he whispers, his hands on your cheeks, stroking them with his thumbs and you open them. Tears. You’re crying.

“Embrace what? I can’t embrace my love for you, I’m not yours and you are certainly not mine” you argue raising your voice slightly and turn, about to start walking back to your bike but you feel his hand grip onto yours. He pulls you to him and you go weak when you feel his lips pressing softly to your own. You run your fingers up into his hair, gently pushing yourself more to him as his hands find their place on your hips. You pull back slightly, your forehead touching his. So confused on whatever was happening. The sound of the car door opens fills your ears. You pull back and look to see Harley standing there, arms crossed. “…i’m sorry.” You begin backing out down the dock. Her eyes still on you. You look to J. “I’m not yours, you’re not mine. As much as that pains me, I’m not letting my happiness come at the cost of breaking another’s” You turn and walk the rest of the way down, once again holding your head high while you slowly break a little more inside, but savoring what you got.

Sunshine (Sherlock x Reader)

Originally posted by sherlockspeare

You sighed happily, setting down your book for a moment. The sun was shining through the window. It was such a welcome change from the clouds and the fog and the rain. Winter was nice most of the time, but this one has just been exhausting for you. From buying presents to work giving you hell. Now you were on vacation. You had woken up today with a feeling of happiness.

You stretched, making a happy little mewl while doing so. Sherlock glanced at you, looking you up and down. He had stopped playing his violin for now, and was now simply watching your form on his couch. You smiled at him, settling down once again.

“Why are you so happy?”, Sherlock asked. You shrugged, still smiling. “I have no idea, but I’m loving life right now” You weren’t lying. Sherlock sat down beside you, obviously feeling affectionate. He cuddled you closer to him, making the warm feeling in your heart rise. “I love you”, you hummed. He froze for a second. You had never said that before, even though the two of you had been together for almost two years now. “I love you too”

Ok everyone

Just gotta say this. My husband and I have been together for 15 years. Let me clarify that a little further. He moved in with me before any romantic/sexual feelings entered the picture. That came several months later and we have, since, been living together the ENTIRE time we have been in this 15 year relationship. We are happy and successful, with both of us closer now than we were years ago.

Now for my point

If you are going to ask me for advice about relationships and then tell me that I am doing the “relationship thing” wrong, stop asking for advice. I will not always do things the way you think they should be done, and that’s just fine, you do not have to agree with me. But do not attack me and tell me that I am in an unhealthy relationship.

The average age of an anime Tumblr user is 16-25ish. I am going to use 22 as a reference age. I started my relationship with my husband when you were 7 years old. That’s right, before you even realized that romance/sex/intimacy were even something that you might possibly want, back when you still thought it was icky.

This does not apply to all of you, or even most of you, only a few of you. I’m going to need you to stop telling me I am wrong, unhealthy, stupid and/or unhappy because of how I handle something in my relationship that does not require your input.

Feel free to ask any question you want, I would love to answer or clear up anything, but do not come back at me in an attack manner and expect a polite response. If my answer does not suit you, accept it and file it away for when you are more mature or accept that I do not have to agree with you, and you do not have to agree with me.

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34+5 weeks [03-07-2017]

Wow, it’s really been almost a month since I last did a blog post here! This is pretty much a pregnancy update, but I’ve decided not to do the questionaire this time. I am definitely starting to feel the pressure as I get closer to bringing this little lady into the world. My energy level has been ridiculously high this week, and I’ve been cleaning and reorganizing the house like a mad person. The new baby’s crib is up, and I’m ready, but then I’m not ready. I’m not sure why I feel like we have to be ready now, when there are actually still 5 more weeks until baby’s due date. But again, all of my older children were born prematurely, so I guess I’m just preparing for an early arrival. But we’re all doing amazingly, including the baby. She’s a little small, but still considered average, so I’ve been told not to expect a super big baby. I’ve been told to not worry and just enjoy the last few weeks of the pregnancy. I’m really excited to meet this baby. Sam and the kiddos definitely are, too!