i'm starting to feel i need to do this for the rest of the series when it is finished

6 | Red Skies

WORD COUNT: 3,482 


Originally posted by dangerously-jamless

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Three days without food, water, or sleep. Three days roaring your eyes out as you cried out in desperation and disbelief. Jungkook, your mate, was dead. Ji-Yong had killed him in front of you.
Jimin had used a bobby pin from your hair to escape the shackles in the firey basement, his red hot anger consumed his body in a fit of rage. He killed Ji-Yong and Jin almost immediately after escaping the cage, strangling them until they were unconscious, before using the same gun that had ended Jungkook’s life to ensure neither of them would be coming back. The rest of that night was an emotional blur, Jimin helped everybody out of the cells and extinguished the blaze. Nancy and Taehyung tried their hardest to keep you from seeing his body; but what they didn’t know is you’d spent five hours later that night curled up next to the stone cold dead body of Jungkook, screaming in agony and heartbreak, crying until you’d ran out of tears.

“Y/N?” Nancy knocked on Jungkook’s bedroom door pulling you out of your dangerous thoughts, you’d being staying in there because it was the only way you could feel close to him now he was gone.

“Yeah?” You looked up in surprise, her and Taehyung were supposed to be spending the night together, they weren’t supposed to be home for hours, just how long had passed?

“Me and Tae just got back… I noticed that you haven’t moved all day again, I just-, we’re worried. Is there anything you need? I could go and get us some dinner-”

“No I’m fine thank you.” You half smiled up at the pretty blonde in the doorway, she was wearing a red dress and a pair of beautiful golden sling back heels. Her and Taehyung had just been on a date, to take their mind off things, another thing you and your mate never got round to doing.

Nancy only nodded once in response and closed the door behind her, leaving you all alone with the memory of your mate, the person you were supposed to spend the rest of eternity with, being shot dead in cold blood by your bleeder.
Laying down on the dark bedsheets you inhaled deeply, his scent still lingered in the room but it was quickly fading into your own. Staring up at the ceiling you stayed completely still, even when tears spilled from your eyes and rolled down the sides of your face.
You never got to experience the true love between mates. He was taken away before you could even hug him, kiss him…

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Playing Pretend

Yoongi slowly walked toward the small house snuck in between bigger buildings at the end of the street. He needed to do this, it had been weeks since he’d last talked to his mother and he was sure she was getting antsy, if the the 121 missed calls and 53 voice messages meant anything. This was just how his life was and he needed to suck it up. Cause Yoongi had learned early on that pity and sadness only equated weakness. When he arrived at the door, he saw it was just as beaten down as the last time he’d seen it, the paint chipped so bad that it looked like an animal had attacked it. He sighed and rang the doorbell, adjusting the one cheap tie he had bought years ago for occasions like this. His suit was two sizes too big and his dress shirt still had a stain from his last visit (hopefully his mother wouldn’t be able to tell). I mean Yoongi wasn’t poor, far from that, his “extracurricular activities” paid well. But Yoongi also believed in not using money where it wasn’t needed. The money it would take to buy a better suit, he could just give to his mom. Combing his hair with his fingers one last time, Yoongi took in a deep breath and pasted on a fake smile. The door creaked open and before him stood his small, stocky mom. Frown lines more prominent, hair grayer, but smile just as bright as ever. Yoongi loved his mother (She was the only family that was worth shit anyway). And he knew what it would do to her to know how he actually survived. So a couple times a year he would dress up in his “office worker” costume and play pretend. He didn’t want to be a bigger disappoint than he already was. Right when she saw him, Yoongi was pulled into a bone crushing hug that smelled of cinnamon and old memories.

“Momf I canth brefthe” Yoongi muffled as his moms relentless hold tightened.

“That’s what you get for making me worried for days. Come back sooner. Have you no respect for your mother. I wait and wait and you never call or com-”

“Alright, alright sorry, I know I suck, I should come more often, but um… work gets very stressful mom.” Yoongi said cutting her off and finally pulling out of the hug. As soon as he mentioned work, his mothers face fell into a sympathetic and worrisome state.

“They’re not overworking you are they. If they are Yoongi say something, they can’t treat you however they want you know” His mother stated defiantly. Worked up on Yoongi’s behalf. She led him into the house and walked straight to the kitchen. If Yoongi knew his mother, he knew there was a feast waiting for him.

“I know mom. Thanks” he sighed sitting down at the table with copious amounts of food on it. “How do you always out do your self. Mom I’m not starving. I don’t send you money just so you can make me dinner that could feed an army.”

“Just say thank you and eat the food. If I don’t spend money on my boy then who else would I spend it on.” She asked, incredulous. She sat down beside him and started placing food on his spoon and plate. “I only need to see you happy to be happy.” Yoongi’s mom was a sap, and she knew just the words to melt his heart. Had it been anyone else, Yoongi would’ve scoffed and degraded their entire existence, but to his mother he could only smile and shove his face. He knew the routine by now, after stuffing himself with food until he weighed about 20 lbs heavier, Yoongi would be asked a series of questions regarding his personal life, then he would mention his workload and his mom would pack him the food he wasn’t able to finish (which could honestly last him a month) and he’d be on his way. The process took about 3hrs. It was simple and always the same. Except this time Jimin had called him nearing the end of the personal questionnaire portion of the evening and his mother had seen the contact info before he quickly hung up. Now he could’ve made any excuse to who Jimin was, If the idiot thug wasnt as possessive as he was, and hadn’t changed his name in Yoongi’s phone from “Rich Asshat” to “❤️Jiminie❤️”. I mean yeah he’d done it months ago, which gave Yoongi plenty of time to change it back, but Yoongi’s excuse of always being too busy remained strong. (Also there was the fact that his name was saved as “Suga😍👌🏾👅” in Jimins phone and he secretly loved the personal feeling it gave off, but you’d catch him dead before he admitted that). So instead of 3hrs it took 4 and a half, as he kept repeating that Jimin wasnt anything serious but rather just a casual relationship. And the hearts around his name were a joke, but his mother wasn’t truly convinced. So he now had to bring Jimin to dinner next time he came, and it had to be before the month ended, or he’d “see his mother’s wrath”. Yoongi grumbled and pouted the rest of the night and huffed an annoyed sigh as he grabbed the bags of food and gave his mother a kiss on the check as he left her home.

“I’m excited to see him.” She smiled, and then narrowed her eyes and continued, “and if I don’t then you won’t have a mother either.” Dramatic was her middle name.

“Yeah yeah” he waved as he left her behind. Playing pretend for his mother was a habit by now. And he sometimes believed she played along. How else would the warm scene of a broken down family, which consisted of a alcoholic, weak mother and her prostitue son making ends just barely meet make sense. Playing pretend was all the two had left, and they took their roles seriously. Cause when Yoongi left the cabinet under the sink would open and wouldn’t close the day before Yoongi next came. Their fucked up lives took breaks for only 3hrs a couple of times a year. Maybe that’s why when Yoongi was far away, he pulled out his phone and dialed the first name on his missed calls list.

“I don’ like it when ya keep me waitin darlin” the voice slurred as Jimin picked up the call.

“I was busy. With my mom. I told you. Why’d you call” he replied short and straight.

“Cuss I missd’ ma baby, and wanted ta play” Jimin continued, voice filled with flirtations. Yoongi fought back a smile, and kept his voice emotionless, he was prostitute, that owed Jimin a shit ton, nothing more and nothing less.

“On my way. But I need to talk to you about something. A favor.” Yoongi said, fully aware of the teasing that would follow.

“Anotha one, ya really like usin’ me don’ ya. Guess we'r jus gonna have ta add it ta ya list. What does ma darlin need.” Jimin asked amused. Yoongi sighed, this would probably equal a 2 weeks worth of fucking, but it really didn’t matter, he basically owed Jimin for life. And he wasn’t really complaining about it either.

“I’ll tell you when I see you.” Yoongi replied, “it’s not that big of a deal compared to what I’ve asked of you before”

“At this point it don’ matta darlin, I’m doin errythin for ya. An I don’ mind” Jimin answered with the same amused and flirtatious voice that now somehow seemed reserved for Yoongi. “Can’ wait ta feel ya baby” he added his voice dipping low. Yoongi hid the arousal from his voice as he just hummed back and then proceeded to end the call. He knew was fucked, but hey at least he was also getting fucked.

For @ask-gangtan (I’m obsessed)

With You By My Side - Four

A/N: I have said this before and I’ll say it again. This series is gonna be 90% angst. By now you all know that the Reader is sick with terminal cancer, so it shouldnt come as a surprise that its gonna be a bumpy ride. I will try and warn appropriately in each chapter, but if I do miss something, please let me know. Also, thank you for all of your feedback, keeps me motivated and inspired. An last but not least, thank you to my beautiful beta @thorne93, you are a life saver.

Characters: Jensen, Reader. 

Warnings: Sick reader, some angst,  some fluff, probably some language.

Wordcount: 1453

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*Not my GIF*

Originally posted by zest-wincest

Once Jensen parked his car in your driveway you all but jumped out and walked inside the house as fast as your body would allow. Jensen watched you disappear through your door from the car, taking a deep breath to collect himself before he followed with the small bag you had brought with you to and from the hospital. He couldn’t imagine the things that were going through your mind at this point, all he knew was that he needed to be here for you.

You threw yourself down on your bed and let a few quiet tears fall from your eyes. There were so many things that ran through your mind, removing the stitches, starting chemo, getting sicker, dying. You were scared, of course you were, but you knew that Jensen was going to be there with you every step of the way, you knew that nothing in this world could keep him away because that was the kind of man he was, and that was only one of the many reasons you loved him. Guilt clenched at you as you realized he was downstairs alone, probably confused as to why you gave him the cold shoulder, probably struggling with this as much, if not more, as you were. at least you had him to lean on, but who did he have? You had told him not to tell anyone what was going on, but you realized now that he would need someone to help him through this as well.

You didn’t know how much time had passed when you finally emerged from your room and joined him downstairs, finding him by the kitchen table with a coffee in his hands.

“Hey,” you tried quietly.

“Hey,” he responded with a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Please. The stuff they serve at the hospital doesn’t really qualify as coffee,” you joked as you sat down across from him. There was a few moments of silence as he got a mug ready and placed it in front of you before taking a seat himself. “Can I tell you something?”

“Of course,” he assured with a slight nod.

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Overworked: Jooheon

request:  Hi!! Love reading your blog ^^ I’d like to have a super fluffy scenario of Jooheon taking care of his girlfriend when she faints and falls sick :) Please and thank you! xx

genre: fluff 
words: 900
pairing: jooheon x y/n 
a/n: i hope you like this!! i tried making it as fluffy as i could. please keep requesting!

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

because jooheon with curly and dark hair does things to me

 Working was always a hard thing to do. There weren’t any breaks that lasted longer than 5 minutes; you could always count with your comrade to tell you if the boss was coming and that way you could take 5 more minutes, but he started being suspicious and hired someone to look after you both.

Organizing papers that had writings you could barely descipher, clicking and typing away buttons that didn’t make any sense in your brain but you had to do it for the sake of money and surviving. Running from one place to another to do what your boss told you to do in hopes to get a raise, even when they were things that weren’t even related to work. You were tired, exhausted. You wanted to rest. 

The only thing that made you feel alive again was your boyfriend. Everytime you got to your apartment he was there  giving you what no one else could, making you happy. Even in your darkest days, he was the one that lightened up your whole existence.

This time, though, it wasn’t time to be cuddly and just straight up emmerge yourself with him into random Netflix series, with a bowl of popcorn or something as usual. Today, even being Saturday, you had to work until you broke your bones. Your boss was paying more to people who had extra hours, and even though your usual paying was good, this was better. You wanted to give something to your boyfriend, maybe even a a little holiday you thought to yourself, for the anniversary that was closer and closer to be in date.
It was like the fifth time you were yawning. It was 11 PM and there still was plenty of work to do, so even if you were tired and about to faint, you had to continue. Today was the last shift and then you were going to get paid for your usual hard work and the extra hours that you offered to do. Even with all that motivation, you were dying inside.

You’ve been working really hard and a lot, and barely even sleeping or taking breaks to eat something, so your body started to reap what you sow. You were stressed because you had to finish this , you wanted to finish this. Not only you had to do it quickly to get home before you faint but you had to do it properly. The last days have been the most stressful ones in your life. You barely got any sleep and your appetite was almost null because of that.

You were about to finish, you typed away the last sentence and saved it up. Closed everything and called your boyfriend to pick you up, who was waiting for you to finish your work.

When you got home, the first thing you did was take off your shoes and clean your make up. You managed to do all of that, but when you wanted to get to the kitchen, the symptoms started to kick in. Your head ached, and your body felt heavy. Your boyfriend had already remarked that you looked really pale and that your eyebags looked way more dark than usual. Your skin lost its color completely and your legs were like jelly.
“Babe,” you felt from behind you. “Are you feeling alright?”
Suddendly, everything went dark. The last thing you heard was a loud thud and your heart started hurting, and then- nothing.

You woke up, slowly opening your eyes. The familiar scent that came right from beside you made you feel secure, but your head hurt and your vision was blurry.
“what happened?” you faintly asked, your voice low and like a whisper.
“You fainted just a few minutes ago,” Jooheon, who was right there by your said, added. “So I got you in bed and made you a tea to make you feel a little better. How are you feeling?” you smiled at him, calmly. “I’m feeling better, thank you,” you added, taking the cup of tea in your hands and taking a sip of it, sighing in relief. “Thank you. It’s my favourite.” He chuckled.

He got by your side and brushed off the hairs that were bothering your face. “I was worried to death, I thought that you hurt your head and was about to call 911,” he added and you laughed it off, but you knew it was true. Only imagining him so worried and panicking made your heart ache. 

“But now that you’re okay, I’ll scold you for stressing yourself so much,” so stood beside you and pointed his finger, shaking it like if he was your mother, “next time don’t overwork yourself so much, okay?”
Okay.” You finish, and leave the tea cup next to you in the nightstand. You take him by the arm and push him into bed with you, making him sit to your side. “Now, what I need the most is a lot of love,” you conclude and he chuckles, getting into bed with you and grabbing your waist, pushing you close to him and hugging you like his life depended on it. 

“I’ll give my princess all the love she wants,” he kissed your lips sweetly and slowly. “but seriously though, promise me you won’t overwork yourself anymore.” He pecked your lips once again. “I won’t. I promise.”

a review: Book of the Atlantic

~read after the jump at your own risk~
Kuroshitsuji: Book of the Atlantic
劇場版「黒執事 Book of the Atlantic」

Alright, this post contains very specific spoilers for the new film! 

I’ve watched it twice during the premier weekend. I’m writing this as a personal keepsake for myself, but am allowing others to read, share, and discuss. For the love of all things kuro, read at your own risk!! 

I recommend you bookmark all reviews, and wait to read them until after you watch the movie yourself. 

I promise you it will be worth the wait when you can just enjoy the experience yourself first!!

If you want a tl;dr basic little review, see the first point. If you want to spoil yourself rotten with each and every specific detail that stood out to me in whatever way, skip down to the second point. Your own risk!! 

basic review

The movie was beautifully animated despite having spare brief moments of questionable budget. It moved in a steady pace without feeling too slow or fast, and felt like a creepy thriller. It is packed with violence, gore, and a threat of danger. All of the major scenes and moments that make the Campania arc complete were included in the film, and I loved it enough to watch it multiple times in one weekend. I would watch it a third time in theatres and will definitely preorder the bluray and soundtrack!

a very detailed spoiler review

warning: there are spoilers after this jump & it is a long read. bring tea.

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Fic Author Self Rec

heyyyyy so i was tagged by @karamelised, @fukcinglouis, @suddenclarityharry, and @londonfoginacup so i decided i should stop putting this off and actually get to it.  lol  so when you’re tagged in this you’re supposed to rec your favorite five fics you’ve written and explain why and this is SOOOO HARDDDD but i will do my best.  so here we go (in no particular order):

*The Long Way Home - so this one is kinda cheating, because it’s a series.  however, that being said, the series word total still only comes to 2003 words, so it’s actually kinda debatable as to whether it even counts as a series.  anyway, this made the list, because i’m so attached to it and yet no one ever reads it haha  anyway, it’s the closest i’ve ever come to angst and pain i think, and it all started because i was reading tkg poetry and one suddenly had this really sad and pained version of harry screaming at me and wanting his story told.  so i did.  anyway, i love it a lot.

*(Make You Want To) Scream - i feel like this is cheating a little too, because only the first part is posted, but the rest is written!  i promise!  my beta and brit pick are just super busy and i only finished writing it like…yesterday or something.  BUT while i feel like the second part of it might suck (and i probably only feel that way because @gettingaphdinlarry hasn’t kicked my ass into gear yet lol, she truly is the best), this was one of the hardest fics i’ve written.  i had such a difficult time going through and writing in a way that was clear but also expressing the various difficulties that might be had with inhabiting someone else’s body, much less someone you don’t know and it turns out you’re hella attracted to.  so it was a lot of fun while still flippin hard and i just kinda love it and can’t wait for you to read the rest.

*Who Tells Your Story - this is the fic i’m probably most proud of period and that i love the most out of all my fic babies.  or at least i love it the most so far.  this fic started as one thing and then turned into another and you guys, i hate research, but i actually researched for this fic!  and i had a lot of fun crafting the narrative and having it be larry but not like…only and completely about them.  i also had a blast creating fizzy and the rest of the crew that kinda surrounded louis for the fic and it was just a fun time to write it while also doing what i could to make sure the tone was right.  it was a good time.

*(Won’t You) Stay to the A.M. - so…apparently i can take a prompt that involves famous actor louis and homeless harry and make it pretty much pure fluff.  did you know that was possible?  i didn’t until it happened.  i didn’t even realize it was that fluffy because i still did what i could to make it have plot and conflict and resolution and stuff, but it was.  it ended up being super fluffy shit.  but i also was able to work experimental theater in central park into the fic, so yeah.  and i kinda based harry’s situation on daveed diggs.  so really i took a prompt and made it freaking self-indulgent fluff and yet somehow people still loved it.  which really doesn’t explain why i love it so much?  i’m really bad at this challenge, guys.  i think i have failed.

*Against His Better Judgement - this one…i loved but then i tried reading it again a few months ago and seriously cringed because it was painful for me to read it and it was then that i realized if i ever want to continue to love my fics, i need to never read them again.  lol  i do love this one though because the jane austen loving english major that will always be a huge part of me just can’t let my pride and prejudice au go so here it is.  plus, i mean, i put louis in booty shorts singing bootylicious during karaoke at a costume party.  can’t really go wrong with that, right?

i’m pretty sure everyone and their mom has already been tagged for this and no one actually made it through reading all the way to the end, but imma give it a try anyway!  so i tag @alienproof, @laynefaire, @hazzabooween, @andyouknowitis, @gloriaandrews, @wubwubnparmaham, @haloeverlasting and you.  if you’re reading this and you write fic and you haven’t done this yet, you’re tagged so have at it!

anonymous asked:

hey i was just wondering if you could point me in the right direction here. i feel like there's a great tendency with ships that involve tony in which he is the 'weaker', needy one who needs to be protected and since i personally don't see the character this way, was wondering if you could maybe recommend me some fics (or authors) that don't have that? (idek if you do these things and i'm sorry if you don't and i'm bothering you)

While I’d love to say I’m a fountain of winteriron knowledge, unfortunately I cannot. However this is a great place to ask these questions, even if I don’t have the answer I’m sure some of the bang’s followers will be able to help you. 

Here is what I do have though: 

“Where have you seen me? Did anyone else see me?” Tony turned around and the Soldier put the gun to his forehead. Tony couldn’t decide if he wanted to lean into the door or the gun. “You come to me all the time. I took care of your arm the first time” he said and pointed at it. It was clad in leather today and through the glove Tony could only see the silver fingertips. The Soldier took a step back and shook his head. He seemed to concentrate hard on something and then said “No. You cried.”

Also known as: The meetings between Tony and The Soldier throughout their lives.

(While he does need to be protected in the first of the series, it’s because he’s like 2 so I feel that makes up for it)

After spending years under HYDRA’s control the last thing Bucky wants is to return to their ranks. He does so only because his situation provides an invaluable opportunity to infiltrate the most impenetrable army in the galaxy — his own discomfort is a small price to pay for the lives he might save in the future.

Three months is all he can take before he decides to throw his cover and find his way back to Steve, HYDRA hot on his heels. With him, Bucky has a memory drive of stolen information and a second personality sharing his body, courtesy of HYDRA’s brainwashing.

All Bucky wants is to deliver the information to Steve and the Alliance and finally return home, but when his ship is damaged he has no choice but to stop for emergency repairs. He’s directed to ‘The Mechanic,’ who can supposedly help, but Bucky isn’t exactly comforted when he meets the man in question.

But with HYDRA breathing down his neck Bucky doesn’t have a choice — he’s going to have to trust this Tony, whether he likes it or not.

(Bucky and Tony are both vulnerable in this at moments, but theres some equality in it so that it doesn’t favour one over the other, plus its just generally a really great story)

It is December 19, 1991 and Tony Stark is sleeping. This is significant for several reasons.

For a start, this is the first he’s slept since sometime early on December 16th. He’s gone without sleep for longer—both with and without the intervention of illegal stimulants—so it isn’t so much that as it is the fact that his parents haven’t been alive since December 16th.

The thing is, when he’d agreed to go out clubbing on the night of the 16th—back when he still had parents—it hadn’t ever occurred to him that someone would show up at 5:43 p.m. on December 17th (he’s still wasted from the night before, sweating the drugs out of his system, stinking of sex, and liquor) to tell him his parents had stopped being alive.


The man is named Tony, and he seems to know James better than he knows himself. In fact, there are many times when he doesn’t remember his own name—only Tony’s—and has to be told, over and over. Sometimes he pretends not to know, just so Tony will hold him close, and whisper it against his ear, until his world is reduced to warmth and safety and Tony.

(Again here there’s like an equality in the emotional breakdown moments, plus a really sweet story)  

And finally:

Imagine Tony has a young child &, for some reason or another, s/he is very shy & withdrawn with strangers, & it took him/her a very long time to warm to the rest of the Avengers. However, when Steve brings Bucky into the tower s/he takes & opens up to him right away, much to everyone (but especially Tony’s) shock. Not only that, but Bucky does very well with and opens up to the kid in a way he hasn’t since the brainwashing, bonding with him/her & healing himself as well.


Imagine Bucky read the Hobbit when it came out, and Tony finds out and lends him old tattered copies of the LotR books that he’s read about a hundred times at least. Bucky loves them, and they watch the movies and Tony takes to calling him Elvish endearments in bed because he’s a huge geeky sap, e.g. Meleth e-guilen means love of my life.

(Recovering Bucky not very sure of himself+ Strong Independent Dad Tony who has the sweetest little girl)

Hope this helps with your cravings anon. If anyone else has questions or an answer for this anon feel free to ask/add to this post!

Spin the Bottle (Jr.)

Plot: Frat boy Junior + Got7 is at a party and they play spin the bottle but when it’s “our” turn you didn’t land on Junior, like cliche, but  on Jackson which makes Junior upset and he confesses + “Isn’t it obvious” drabble

Length: 1,401 words

Genre: Fluff/Suggestive

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!! this is for @mssuga​, who made me the most beautiful fanart that i absolutely did not scream over in my tags for ten minutes :’) thank u so much!! i’ve been told on many occasions that siren song is a huge favorite but i didn’t realize how much everyone really liked it;;; i have a lot of headcanons for this au, and i actually started writing a little drabble for this universe around a week ago before i stopped to work on my tangled!au~ i finished it, thinking it’s a good time as any to expand :’)

this isn’t the direct sequel to siren song, just a little snippet in the same ‘verse~ 

pink cars
sugakookie; siren song!verse


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anonymous asked:

Hello! :) I'm very sorry to bother you but your answers are always so helpful and detailed, I thought I'd give it a go!: I really suck at drawing backgrounds.. It's not that I don't know how perspectives work but more about composition and feeling?It's quite hard to explain but your backgrounds/scenes are always so detailed but simple at the same time and seem to have "layers" to them? Do you have any tips on how to improve? How did you become so so good at them? Thank you for anything really :)

Hi there ! I’m not sure I’m at the best place to give you advice on background art since it’s far from being my forte and I still have a long way to go with it, but I’ll try to tell you what oftne helps me.

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I'm pregnant. // pt.3

a/n: hi loves! part 3 is finally here, yay! i hope you guys like it, i don’t know how i feel about it yet :( if you want me to i’ll continue this Little Daddy!luke series, just let me know! much love to you xx

It was another restless night for you, your baby’s kicking keeping you up. You were tossing and turning, tears threatening to spill any second, your body and mind way too exhausted. Minutes felt like hours, the night seemed to be endless, and Luke was the only thing you could think about. Just when your body finally settled down and your eyes stayed close, you realised that your once warm sheets were no longer warm, but damp. A sigh left your lips as you sat up and turned on your lights, adrenaline filling your veins as soon as you realised that you didn’t accidentally pee yourself, your water broke. Before you could even think about what you should do, you already dialled Luke’s number, silently praying for him to pick up.


His voice was filled with sleep, making you feel bad for waking him up.

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Is the baby okay?”

“My water, uh, it broke. Could you maybe drive me to the hospital? I don’t want to drive myself.”

Your voice was nothing but a whisper, almost inaudible. You were scared he’d say no, over the past few months you’ve nothing but mean to him. After the two of you bumped into each other at the grocery store, he called you multiple times, begging you to let him help you, but you turned him down every single time.

“Of course, send me your address and I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

A small smile found it’s way onto your lips as you breathed out a gentle ‘thank you’.


“Deep breaths (Y/N), deep breaths.”

You gripped Luke’s hand a little tighter, another contraction taking over your body. A groan left your mouth, the pain almost unbearable.

“No pushing just yet, hold on a little longer.”

You nodded your head silently, a single tear rolling down your cheek. You wanted this to be over, you wanted to finally hold your baby in your arms, but you knew you still had a long way to go.

“You’re doing so well, baby.”

His voice was soft, a small smile playing on his lips, his hand gently squeezing yours. It felt so natural to have Luke around, it felt so natural to hear the pet name slip out of his mouth. In that moment you couldn’t help but wonder what it would’ve been like to go through this pregnancy with him. To have him watch your belly grow, stroking and kissing it every so often. To actually have him talk to his unborn baby, instead of you playing one of his songs so the baby would get used to his voice. To have him drive you to McDonalds at 3 a.m. because you wanted nothing more than a BigMac. To have him reassure you, that you can actually do this, you are able to raise a child.


The midwife’s voice brought you back to reality, another unbearable contraction hitting your body. You did as you were told, one big squeeze, two deep breaths, another big squeeze. You were giving it your all, hoping it would be over soon.

“You got this baby, I’m so proud of you. Keep going.”

His soft lips touched your forehead, the gentle gesture sending chills down your spine. You nodded your head, taking another deep breath, preparing yourself for the next push.

“It hurts so bad, Lu.”

Another tear left it’s wet trail on your cheek, Luke gently kissing it away.

“I know sweetheart, I know. Just a few more pushes, you got this.”

“I can see the head, we need you to push as hard as you can okay? Once the head and the shoulders are out you’re pretty much finished.”

You breathed out a rather quick ‘okay’, before pushing as hard as you could, squeezing Luke’s hand whilst doing so.

“One last push! One last push, (Y/N)!”

Your eyes found Luke’s, a big smile on his face as he nodded his head, reassuring you that you got this.

After one last push, your baby’s sobs took over the room, a small body resting in your doctors hands.

“Mister Hemmings, would you like to cut the umbilical cord?”

Luke nodded happily, his hand slipping out of yours to grab the scissors. Once he cut it, your baby was finally pressed against your chest, her screaming slowly dying down.

“You did amazing! I’m going to leave the three of you alone now for a bit, a nurse will come and pick your little girl up for some check-up’s later on.”

The doctor smiled at you, before leaving the room, giving you time to bond with your new born baby.

Luke was in awe, he’d never seen something as beautiful as his daughter. Her little face was squished up against your bare chest, her small little hand holding his finger, her little lips slightly parted.

“I want to name her Sydney, if that’s okay with you.”

Luke’s eyes found yours.

“Of course, but why Sydney?”

“We met in Sydney, we fell in love in Sydney, it all started there and this little blessing wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for that city.”

Luke agreed, his lips pressing against your temple.

“I’m so proud of you, (Y/N), thank you for blessing me with this angel.”

You smiled at him, your eyes slowly closing.

“Can you hold her for a while, I want to sleep.”

Luke nodded, his large hands carefully lifting her fragile body, wrapping the little blanket tighter around her. Once she was settled in his strong arms, he took a seat in the chair next to your bed.

Just before you drifted off to sleep, you heard him mumble something that made your heart flutter.

“I love you and mommy so much, princess, you’re my family and I’ll always protect you, no matter what.”

Two Prompt Tuesday #34: Like I’m The One

Prompt: I’m much more me when I’m with you.
Pairing: Sam x Reader
Word Count: 1280
Warnings: Implied sexy times.

A/N: This is also my fic for @mrswhozeewhatsis‘s Louden Swain challenge! Which is why is has it’s own title. My song was Hey Darlin’. 

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anonymous asked:

I wanted to ask the super general question of what you like about Simon and Kieren's relationship. Is there something specific you enjoy about it or is it the whole thing or did it evolve (or something idk I'm bad at asking questions but I'd really like to know /0\)?

Okay I was going to answer this dayyyys ago when Greenberg did, but then I realized this is basically going to be a novel because you are, surprisingly, the very first person to ask me this so you’re going to get the full novel. So grab some tea, have a seat, and get comfortable.

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in that night sky - (be-the-peaf week 70)

Title: in that night sky
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[Republic City picks up the pieces. | Mako. Korra. OC’s. Makorra. Post-Book 4.]

A/N: LAST PROMPT FOR BE-THE-PEAF EVER and I honestly think I might die. I wanted to do a piece about Mako and Republic City after the fight, but I don’t know how well it presents itself in the end. But I’ve been planning / writing / editing this for the last two days straight, so it might be better to someone with a fresh set of eyes and a not-dead brain. 


be-the-peaf · Prompt 070 – for the future


The damage takes its toll.

Downtown is more in ruins than pieces – Harmony Tower and Kwongs are gone. The police station has another building buried in its side and Avatar Korra Park is littered with debris from the fight. Trees broken and pathways ripped apart. The list of places Mako knows is thinning, and everywhere else is a mess as the citizens displaced in the chaos try to find means of shelter and work. The whole of the populace gathers supplies for the long months of rebuilding ahead. Time moves on, slowly and surely, and Republic City does too.

They’re winners, after all.

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Morning Sickness (oneshot)

TITLE: Morning Sickness
AUTHOR: nakedchrisevans
GENRE: fluff,
FIC SUMMARY: OC is pregnant but Tom has the symptoms.
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: I know I’m supposed to be finishing my prompt challenge gift series, but I don’t have any inspiration gosh I’m so sorry. In the meantime, have a fluffy drabble.

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theworldisnotquiethere  asked:

I'm freaking out... I'm studying for the JLPT N3 and I feel I haven't made any progress. Last week I did the HSK 3 (chinese) and decided to rest for a week and start studying after that. Now I'm kinda regreting that. I alredy failed it once, and in my country we can only do it once a year on December. I really need to pass the exam so I can apply for a scholarship to Japan. All I have in my mind now instead of kanji is hanzi, so my vocab got fucked up. It's 41 days to go,...I wanna die...

Hi @theworldisnotqu thanks for your message. First off try not to panic, as that never helps.

I’m going to recommend far more intense study than I typically would because a) you’re on a tight deadline and b) there’s a scholarship at play.

You have about a month left until the test. I’m ot sure how prepared you are and if you’ll be able to pass but here’s what I believe to be the best way to make this manageable:

  1. Take a full N3 test under exam conditions. Work out your strengths and weaknesses.
  • Make a realistic study plan: this will depend how many free hours you have a day and how much you can realistically handle.
  • Aim to study up until 5-7 days before the exam and then spend the last few days reviewing and refining what you know, you may not finish everything (I didn’t get through all my kanji or vocab), but throwing new information at yourself at the last minute may stress and confuse you.
  • Study your weak points first and when you need a break or are tired, work on the stuff you’re stronger at.
  • Make sure you cover timed reading comprehension, kanji, vocabulary, grammar and listening.
  • Set a small study target and write a list of rewards you can give yourself every day you meet your target to stay motivated.
  • Work out how you will look after yourself and relax every day.

2. Work out which resources are best for you, here are some ideas:

  • If you already have textbooks or test books use them- stick with what you’ve started and a format you’re familiar with, at this point switching things up is likely to waste time.
  • If you don’t have the necessary resources consider the following:
    • Use Nihongonomori for vocabulary videos for listening and vocabulary practise.
    • If you have them definitely use the Kanzen Master books- they’re the most reflective of the scope and difficulty of the real test. If you can do the Kanzen Master questions, then you’ll be well prepared for the real test.
    • If you can get hold of the Power Drill series then I recommend these for timed test practise and because my teacher says they’re quite accurate in terms of the kanji/vocab presented (apparently Nihongo Sou Matome has a lot of unnecessary vocabulary, which isn’t a problem unless you’re short on time, which you are).
    • If you can’t get hold of the Power Drill series right away then use japanesetest4you.com in the meantime.

3. Get a grammar list and work out which points you’re strongest at, review those weekly. For the other grammar I generally try to learn things comprehensively, rather than skim a lot of stuff, because I won’t remember the details of the rules if I do that. I figure it’s better to know fewer things well than to skim a lot of stuff but not really know any of it when it comes to the crunch.

  • Try to make sentences using your new kanji or vocab with the grammar points to consolidate everything.

4. Use whatever system you’ve been using so far for vocab and kanji. Now is probably not the time to experiment with new stuff. If you have a bajillion anki cards then you may need to take an hour or two to suspend a lot of cards and focus on key vocabulary.

5. Read every day, reading speed is a big failing point in the JLPT for many candidates. You need to really train here if your reading speed isn’t fast enough as it takes a lot of practise to improve.

6. Listen to as much Japanese as possible, have TV shows/youtube videos on in the background whenever you’re doing other stuff and try as hard as you can to follow it. Try to make your environment as immersive as possible, hopefully this will help you flip your brain into ‘Japanese mode’.

7. Use the 30/30 app to manage your study time, use browser apps like stay focused or cold turkey to stop you using social media at inappropriate times. Use Fl.ux to stop studying on the computer at night totally ruining your ability to get to sleep.

8. Make sure you review before bed and just as you wake up- this has been show to improve retention.

9. Consider exam day strategy- for me the grammar/reading paper is the biggest challenge for timing, I chose to do the reading long questions first and effectively did the paper backwards as the high mark questions are the long reading passages and those horrible ones with the star symbols in apparently. It’s worth working out a plan and also how you’ll target your time if you can’t answer the questions in time (I skip stuff and go back at the end, I make sure every question is filled in on my answer sheet in the last 2m of the test and fill in randomly if I didn’t get back to it as that way at least I have a 25% chance of getting it right). If you’re going to go back to questions be VERY careful that you don’t put your answers in the wrong spaces on the answer mark sheet (I lost a few minutes doing this and having to fix it, it stressed me out).

10. Studying really intensively often makes me sick, so try to eat well, look after your eyes because they’ll be working really hard this month (I find using eye drops help), take proper scheduled breaks where you really put everything down and give your brain time to soak it all in.

  • Stay hydrated and try to sleep a good amount.
  • Keep yourself and your work area clean.
  • Use sites like rainymood.com or apps like Calm to help you focus and wind down at the end of a long study day. I listen to bands like Tycho, Aphex Twin or Brian Eno ambient stuff when I’m studying as words really distract me, often I prefer to study in silence though.
  • Make sure you go outside every single day, you can easily use Nihongonomori videos to practise listening while you take a walk if you really feel you can’t spare much time.
  • Sleep 6-8 hours a day but set an alarm to make sure you don’t become nocturnal (like I do when I study intensively), keep regular mealtimes, basically try not to fuck up your body clock.

I really hope that this advice helps you and that you can sit the exam knowing you absolutely did your best this month. Best of luck!

just be honest with me (cat/kara, pg)

post-hostile takeover: cat, kara, and a very necessary conversation. plus some caregiving and rescue romance, because what’s a fic without trope? written for day 3 of @supercatweek. also on ao3.

“And I want those pages on my desk for approval before I get in on Monday, Kiera. Do you understand?”

Kara jots down a note on the pad in her hands and nods, even though Cat’s ahead of her, attention focused on the phone in her hand. “Yes, Ms. Grant, I will do it before I leave tonight.” Taking a breath and furrowing her brows a little, she opens the CatCo. Plaza door, holding on to the frame almost hard enough to leave an indent.

It’s after eight on a Friday, and—while CatCo. does run in some form 24/7—the lobby is empty.

“Ms. Grant,” Kara starts low, hesitant but determined, and Cat pauses beside her, lips thinned with impatience. “About what you think you figured out the other night,” she hedges, unsure how to go about convincing Cat she isn’t Supergirl when none of her other attempts throughout the week have succeeded.

Cat’s chin tilts up and she murmurs, “Oh, Kiera,” continuing through the door, brushing past Kara. “For god’s sake, this stopped being cute days ago.” Kara follows her out, and waits with a nervous frown when Cat stops to face her suddenly.

“We both know that I am right—not for the first nor last time—about your little disguise,” her lips curl up in distaste. “You have failed to offer me a single valid alternative, you’ve no explanation for a myriad of ‘coincidences’, and whenever I, or you, for that matter, even broach the subject you become nothing more than a stuttering mess.”

Sighing loudly, Cat slips her purse open enough to tuck her phone neatly inside the center pocket and looks back to Kara. Clasping her hands in front of her, she takes a slow step forward, eyes narrowing. “Gaslighting me on this issue is seriously ill-advised, and at this point is well past truly insulting.

“Now,” she takes two steps even closer, her heels clicking on the sidewalk almost deafening to Kara in this moment. “Do not be mistake—my tolerance for this behavior is running extremely thin. I am going to get into that car over there,” she nods with her head to the curb, “and you are going to go back inside to complete these tasks. And when you come in on Monday, this?” she gestures between them. “Is finished. We have much bigger fish to fry now that we can truly explore the partnership between CatCo. and Supergirl.” Her face softens slightly, lips pulling into a half-smile. “And I’ve let you have your little freak-out much longer than I would have under different circumstances.”

Without another breath, Cat turns toward the car and moves to get into it, leaving Kara practically boiling in her spot by the door. The anger isn’t new—and certainly not in reference to Cat Grant—but she’s fighting to temper it, to control it before she does something Very, Very Bad.

Kara breathes in and out slowly, her anger making the sounds around her louder, sharper. She can hear her own heartbeat pounding in her chest, Cat’s own softer and slower beat moving away from her, the dull hum of the engine, traffic, a low tick beneath it all.

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Detention (Part 2)

Rating: R

Word Count: 1,982

A/N: After everyone’s feedback, I’ve decided to make this into a series and it will have several parts to it. I really hope that you continue to like it and please send me feedback if you have enjoyed it! Thank you so much for reading! Here is part 2 of the Detention series. Enjoy! x

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anonymous asked:

Can I get an Sam Pottorff imagine where me and the boys in O2L are having a movie night and were sitting on the couch and it's warm and I'm wearing a long sleeved shirt and the boys tell me to roll my sleeves up but I don't to want to because of scars and Sam gets the deal of what I'm hiding and he wants to talk in the kitchen and it's like contains crying and him getting angry and emotional and yeah can you make it really long and sad & sweet? Thanks xx

“Is everyone good? Can I press play?” Ricky said.

You all nodded and “Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Part 1” started. You had already watched the other movies, there was only this one and Part 2 on the Harry Potter series you needed to watch.

You sat on the couch between Connor and Kian, then there was Andrea and on the floor the rest of the boys and Jenn.

In the middle of the movie you had a break to go to the bathroom and to get more food. Their living room was really hot and you were starting to sweat a lot, so you went to the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you and took off your sweater. You had a t-shirt underneath it but couldn’t wear it, not in front of them, or anyone for that matter. You turned your arms a little bit and looked in the mirror.

Some of your scars were nothing but that…scars.. But others…some of them still had dried blood on them. You took a little bit of toilet paper and water and washed the remains of blood you had on your arms, hoping it would make a difference.

“Are you okay?” someone knocked on the door and by the voice it was Jenn.

“Yeah” you answered nervously “Just… Just girl stuff, don’t tell anyone, I’ll be there in a minute!” she seemed to believe you, because you heard her go away.

You looked at your arms in the mirror again and sighed. After putting on your sweatshirt again, you walked into the living room.

“Well, look who’s here! I thought you had been swallowed by the toilet” Trevor said.

“ah-ah” you laughed, “let’s just watch the movie” you smiled.

“Aren’t you going to take your sweater off? It’s really hot in here” Connor said.

Suddenly you got nervous, what would your excuse be this time? Would they believe you? Sometimes you got tired of lying but they would never understand. They would judge you and they’d never be your friends again.

“Yeah, you always wear sweaters, even when it’s reaaaally hot” Trevor said.

You started rubbing your wrists, not knowing what to say. You just needed to get out of there, to not be in that situation, not again. The last time this happened, you lost your friends. You were so happy when you became friends with Sam and JC that you just…didn’t tell them the truth.

“Stop bothering her with that and let’s just watch the movie” Sam kind of shouted and pressed play. Everyone looked at him but didn’t say a word. 20 minutes after, the movie was finished.

“Can I talk to you in the kitchen while they put the other movie in the player?” Sam asked. You nodded and followed him to the kitchen, afraid of what was going to happen.

“Take off your sweatshirt” he said as soon as you entered the kitchen.


“Take off your sweatshirt or roll up your sleeves.” you didn’t do anything, just stared at him, speechless. “Now. I’m serious”

You were trying to contain your tears. You won’t be that girl again. The weak one, the one who always cries, the fragile little girl who needs protection. Even though you were. You were just a fragile girl in need of love, protection, safety…

“Sam, you don’t get it, I can’t. You won’t understan-”

“Stop it. Roll up your sleeves. I’m very serious” he was mad, you could see it in his eyes, he was furious. But why?

“Why are you so mad at me, Sam?” you started rubbing on your scars again, just like you always do when you’re nervous.

“I’ve noticed you do that” he said pointing at your thumb rubbing your wrist “every time you’re nervous, you rub your thumb on your arms. I never understood why, but with the conversation the guys had tonight…I know” he couldn’t know. You weren’t ready to loose one of your best friends. Not now that you were almost certain he had feelings for you. The same kind you had for him. Tears started appearing in your eyes,but you were interrupted.

“Hey, Andrea and Jenn are leaving, so we’ll watch the movie some other day, right?” JC came barging in the kitchen and Sam looked in his direction, which was the opposite of what you did. You didn’t want anyone to see you being weak “Sorry…did I interrupt you?” Sam gave him a furious stare “Okay, I’m going” as soon as JC left you tried to speak but Sam started first.

“Why?” he was starting to tear up, as well.

“Sam, please don’t do th-”

“Just..tell me why” you could see he was crying but wiped his tears fast.

“You will never understand. I can’t loose you, Sam. Not you” your plan to be strong went down the drain and you started crying. You turned away from him, so he didn’t see you crying but he moved to and was in front of you.

You covered your face with your hands, still trying to hide, but he grabbed your wrists to take them away from your face. You winced in pain because of your fresh scars.

“owww” you cried. When you realized what had happened you covered your mouth.

“I’m going to roll up your sleeves now…You leave me no choice” Sam warned you, still with watery eyes.

You looked around to find and escape and ran off to their backyard. You hid behind a tree and felt Sam coming after you and turning on the backyard lights. You covered your mouth so he couldn’t hear your weak cries.

“Babe, please!” he cried for you. Babe? He rarely called you that. The first time he did, you were at an amusement park and he held your hand too. You smiled at that thought. You closed your eyes and you sighed while he continued looking for you. With your eyes still closed, you felt a strong grip around your waist.

“It’s just me” Sam said “can you please talk to me?” he sweetly asked.

He let you go so you could turn around. You nodded and he held your hand until you both sat on the ground in the boys’ backyard.

"I won’t push you into doing something you don’t want to do” he confessed “but I want you to know that you can trust me and you’ll always have my support" 

"If I’m going to lose you, at least you’ll know the truth” you sighed.

“You will never lose me, do you hear me? Never, okay?” he hugged you like it was the last thing he would do in his life and when he wanted to let you go, you held on to him, crying.

"I promised myself that after the last time, I’d never do this again, y’know? Crying in front of someone…telling the truth…”

"What happened?" 

"My friends…they found out, I told them everything and they mocked me, told me I deserve every bad thing that happens to me and they left me all alone. After that it only got worse” you wiped your tears away and tried to calm yourself before continuing the conversation, which would now turn into a monologue..

“So..” you sighed, preparing yourself for what was coming “it all started when I was” you started talking while Sam listened carefully. By the end of your almost one hour long monologue, both you and Sam were crying your eyeballs out and couldn’t stop.

“I’m so sorry” Sam finally said, after not saying a word the whole time.

“What for?” You asked while wiping your tears “Meeting me? Having me in your life?” You cried a little bit more, waiting for him to turn you down, to never speak to you again, just like your old ‘friends’ did.

“What? No! Don’t think that!” he almost screamed. “I’ll never be sorry for meeting you…or loving you,for that matter” he looked away from you and your jaw fell on the ground.


“I do. From the very first day. And even more now.” he admitted.

“How?” you were still crying. This was the best thing you could’ve asked for, but it didn’t feel right, it couldn’t be right.

“You’re not what you think you are. You’re not weak, or stupid, or ugly…you don’t deserve what happened to you and you don’t need to keep doing this to yourself. I’m just…sorry, that I didn’t figure it out before. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize that you need my help” he cried.


“No, let me finish” he held your hand “You are strong and I know you want to recover from this. I will help you. We’ll go to a doctor, we can travel, we can stay in if you want, we can…murder someone…whatever you want and need. I just want to help you and..” his breath started to get heavier and he started crying even more, you were sure they could hear him in the house

“Sam, please don’t cry!” you asked, still crying also “I know what I want.” You put yourself together and got up from the ground. He looked up at you and watched while you took your sweatshirt off and threw it in the pool, standing there in your t-shirt. He also stood up and grabbed both of your hands, kissing your wrists. ‘So cliche’ you thought, but it did feel nice, knowing he wasn’t embarrassed by you.

“You” you finally said.

“What?” he asked, clearly confused

“I want.. you, Sam” you said looking away from his gaze.

“I promise, right here and now, that I will be with you until you recover and after that. I promise I won’t let you fall back into this addiction. I will do whatever it takes so you can be happy and never leave you. You’ll never be alone again.” he came closer to you.

“I promise I will work hard on my recovery. I promise I will be a better person, for you. And I promise I will love you and I’ll also be here when you need me to. I…I lov-” he cut you off and started talking again.

“No, don’t say it. I wasn’t here when you needed me, so I wanna be the first to say it” you smiled, thinking this was silly but it gave you a warm feeling inside. “I love you." 

"I love you, Sam” those butterflies everyone talk about started dancing in your stomach and didn’t have time to stop because in a matter of seconds, Sam kissed you.

“Take this” he said when you broke a part, giving you the plaid shirt he had on his waist. You looked at him, questioning what he was doing. “You’ll tell everyone when you’re ready" 

You responded with a thankful smile and walked behind him to the house. You were almost in the living room where they were still hanging (besides Andrea and Jenn, who had already left) when Sam held your hand.

"This you can’t hide” he said, looking at your intertwined hands, smiling. “I’m too happy to hide” he then whispered in your ear “my beautiful, amazing girlfriend” he kissed your forehead and walked in the living room with you by his side.

When the guys noticed you were holding hands and you were wearing Sam’s shirt they smiled at the two of you.

“FINALLY” JC screamed earning an embarrassed ‘shut up’ from Sam.

It was going to be very hard, the journey you were going to start. Recovery wasn’t easy but you knew that with Sam by your side and amazing friends like the O2L guys and the girls…you’d make it and you would be happy.

I hope you like it! I didn’t really write what happened with “you” because I didn’t want to trigger anyone or stuff like that, but I think it turned out good.