ok i forgot a little whatever


Lance had plenty bad ideas in his life.
But this one really took the cake.
They had gone for a trip to a every earth like planet save for the grass being orange and the sky a constant dull pink.
While Pidge and Hunk spent most of the time shopping both hoping to find Earth like resources though what they considered necessities was different to the other.
With Hunk looking at the food and Pidge an adaptor for her game console.
Lance had started out aimlessly following the two, however after a while got bored and wandered off.
That was when he found it.
It was a small stall in the market being manned by a tall greenish alien.
His sign was unreadable but Lance was able to guess that judging from the needle gun and the Alien lying on the bed in front of him that it was some kind of tattoo place.
Lance was about to leave when he caught sight of the tattoo.
For one thing it was moving, and looked like a gif more then anything.
Lance found himself staring transfixed as the artist added the final touches to what looked like a wedding scene.
“Ya gonna stare all day or are ya gonna buy somthing?”
Lance jumped realising the artist was addressing him “sorry was just passing-”
“Hey wait a second, ain’t ya the blue paladin?”
Lance barley had time to nod before the artist grinned showing off a mouth of pointed teeth.
“Well why didn’t ya say so! If ya want a goraf it’s on the house for a paladin of voltron.”
Lance stared at him for a moment “erm… what’s a goraf?”
The alien that was having the tattoo done stood up looking the image over with a smile “it’s a memory imprinted on the skin so you can never forgot. I’ve got all the most Important moments for me. And Deru here is the best In the universe.”
Deru smirked “oh you. Now give me my money and then fuck off, I got a paladin to work on.”
The other alien chuckled “ok honey I’ll see you at home later tonight.”
Lance realised then that the alien in the image was actually the artist.
“Yeah yeah whatever.”
Deru made a shooing motion before practically pulling Lance into the chair.
“So what ya say bluey boy. Wanna get a little ink?”

So that was how Lance found himself gritting his teeth as a strange alien tattooed his back with him having no idea what he was putting on there.
Apparently it was some kind of special ink that would bring forth his most precious memory.
Special ink or not it hurt like hell.
Lance had actually gotten a tattoo before, a small one turning a little burn mark on his hip into a crescent moon.
He had expected a tattoo to be incredibly painful, however was pleasantly surprised to find that it was more of an annoying scratching pain then anything that bad.
Not exactly enjoyable but not unbearable.
This experience was nothing like that.
Lance wanted to scream.
It felt like somone was running an iron across his back.
However when he tried to jump up Deru had pulled him down telling him that now that he’s started he had to finish.
So now nearly two hours later Lance felt light headed from the pain and was praying to whatever space god was listening that one of his team mates would come find him.
Suddenly all at once that pain was gone.
“And done. Take a look.”
Deru held up a mirror and handed Lance the other.
For a moment all Lance could do was stare as tears began to fall down his cheeks.
There was a sight he never expected to see again.
His whole family standing by the ocean smiling and waving at him.
It looked so real that it made his heart ache.
Like he could just get back home if he touched the sensitive skin.
“…thank you… so much.” Lance mumbled in shock.
“Glad ya liked it bluey.” Deru turned away cleaning the gun before he placed it down.
“I served too. Of course I was older then you and had less to lose. War takes it toll on the mind. All the bad drives out the good after a while… this way the good stays with you even when your surrounded by the bad.” Deru smiled as he pulled off his jacket to show that every patch of skin was covered in the moving images.
“Ya looked like ya needed some good to always have ya back.”

Lance smiled the whole way back to the others.

“Oh hey Lance, what did you get up to?” Hunk asked.

“I’ll show you later.” Lance winked as he patted Hunk on the arm and walked passed him onto the ship.

Studio (M)

Request-  Ok, finally got a smut request for hoseok. So u know how some studios have security cameras? Let’s say bts studio has this but it’s where the boys can look at the footage, just to make sure no ones breaking in or whatever. So one day, hoseok and his girlfriend forgot about this tiny piece of info. And, like I said namjoon is becoming my bias wrecker, the little pervert he is, is watching things unfold. Whether he lets them know or not is up to you. 

Thank you so much for requesting. I am so sorry this took so long! 

This scenario contains sexual and mature themes, you have been warned! 


Originally posted by jaayhope

The last three weeks your were extremely sexual frustrated, for many reasons. One being, not being with your boyfriend Hoseok in any form of intimacy, two Hoseoks band members have been sending you videos on Hoseok dancing. Hip thrust, by hip thrust you were slowly heading into insanity. Which was why you were happy, when Hoseok text. 

Hoseok- Hey baby, if you’re not busy later, do you wonna come down to the studio? I want to show you the dance I’ve working on ;) 

You screamed with the excitement. You found the contrast in your relationship was amazing. How you and Hoseok could be together all the time, no one being able to tear you both apart. Going from that to silence. You found it insane. 

You understood it though. Understanding it, yet, heartbroken when you wake up and Hoseoks not smiling back at you. It wasn’t pleasant. You understood that Hoseok was very hands on with his job, and you were so insanely proud of him, but at times you wished he wasn’t J-hope. 

You slipped into something more sexy, before heading off to see Hoseok. You loved how you still got butterfly’s going to visit, like it was the first time all over again. It was late enough, so you didn’t expect to see any people about, apasrt from the security guard letting you in. 

You greeted him with a soft smile, making your way to the dance studio. Your palms were sweating, the closer you got to the door. Peaking in the door you see Hoseok running through his routine, he was slaying. Every twirl, thrust, movement had you completely mesmerised by how his body was moving. 

“Baby, why don’t you come in and get a better view.” He stopped turning around smiling at you, wiggling his eyebrows. You strut over to him, wrapping your arms around his waist tightly. 

“I missed you, Hobi.” You softly said against his chest. His hands ran through your hair, kissing the crown of your head. 

“I missed you more baby.” Hoseok wrapped his hands around waist, lifting you up and swinging you around in his arms. You giggled, kissing his cheek. “Will I show you what I’m working.” 

“I’d love to see it.”  Hoseok smiles, walking over the speaker, he starts the song. His voice was blaring through the speakers, with an eccentric beat along with it. His body began to move. It was rapid in speed, moving in such a a graceful manner. 

You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. You could see the little droplets of sweat coming down his neck, dripping down his tan skin. As Hoseok danced you could see the out line of his toned muscles. You longed to touch him, run your hands up and down him, kiss every part of him.. 

Half way through his routine you were pushing him up against the wall, attaching your lips to his neck. Bruising his beautifully tanned skin, making your mark on him. You tongue swiping over the bruise, giving it a soft kiss. Hoseok grabbed your hands, spinning you around to pin you up against the wall. 

“Miss me baby?” You could feel Hoseok smirking against you jaw, kissing his way up to your lips. His hands slowly slide down your curves, before landing on your ass, giving it a much needed grope. 

“You have no idea!” You slide your hands behind his head, pulling him into a heated kiss. Your lips moving together in a passionate kiss, you brought your hands slowly down his torso, biting on to his lip. 

“Why don’t you show me how much you missed me?” Hoseok smirked, lifting his arms up taking off his tank top, throwing it behind him. You followed suit, taking your dress off, leaving you in lacy panties. 

“Gladly.” You drop to your knees, keeping eye contact with Hoseok the whole time. You pull down his sweats, palming his dick through his boxers. He hissed the more pressure you added, you smirked up at him biting your lip. 

You pulled his boxers down, just enough to have his dick spring free. Pre-cum was already leaking from the tip, you leaned forward placing a soft kiss on his tip. You licked the tip, licking down his shaft. 

“Fuck, baby you’re going to be the death of me.” Hoseok moaned out, running his hands through your hair. You smirked more to yourself, he definitely missed your touch over the last feel weeks. You could feel his need to touch you, for you to touch him. 

You slowly begin to take him fully in your mouth, your hands on his hips. You started to bob your head, taking his dick in and out of your mouth, one hand coming around to play with his balls, just how me liked. 

“Just like that, baby. You take me so well.” Hoseok lolled his head back in pleasure, his hand grip tightening around your hair. As you continue to bob up and down on his dick. 

“Stand up for me baby, I want us to come together.” Hoseok smirked down at you, helping you to stand up. Hoseok put his hands on your waist, lifting you up. You instantly wrapped your legs around his waist. He pushed your back against the wall, his fore head against yours. 

His eyes were boring into yours with a lustful gaze. Your hands reach between you, pulling your panties to the side. His dick sliding up and down your pussy, before entering you slowly. You missed the intimacy with Hoseok. When you both had sex, it was always wild, sexy, intense, but was always filled with love. 

“Hoseok you feel so good.” You moaned out, leaning forward, capturing his soft lips with yours. “Please move Hobi, fuck me up against the wall.” You moan against his lips. Hoseoks hips began to roll into yours, push you roughly against the wall with every thrust. 

“You’re so tight, baby. You always feel so good.” Hoseok moans, his soft lips kissing down your jaw to your neck. Landing on your sweet spot, he starts to suck on your neck. 

“Mhmm, H-Hoseok.” You moan in his ear, your hands grip onto his shoulder. Your nails digging into his shoulder blades, with pleasure. His lips moaning against your necks. His sweet moans adding to your pleasure. 

“That’s it baby, cum around my dick, as I fuck you so good.” He held you tighter against his body, you could feel his rapid heartbeat pounding in his chest. Your orgasm took over your body, shaking against Hoseok, your nails dig more into his shoulders. Surely going to leave a mark. 

“Hoseok.” You chant his name, cumming around his dick. He kept pounding into your pussy, chasing his high. Which came shortly after yours, his seed spilling into your pussy. 

“Fuck!” Hoseok grunted against your neck, nipping at it. He trusted a few more times, before stopping, just holding your body so close to his. You loved the comfortable silence. Your hands combing through his soft locks. 

“I love when you come to the studio.” Hoseok laughed, pulling back kissing your nose. You giggle, your head going back a little, when something caught your eye. 

“Hoseok.. is that a camera?” You questioned, looking at the little black box in the corner, with a blinking red light. 

“Fuck.” Hoseok mumbled under his breath. “I forgot all about the fucking camera. I’ll delete the disk later. I’m sure no one was watching.” 

Meanwhile in the security closet… 

“This is better then any of my porn.” Namjoon comments as he cleans up after his orgasm. He went to the security room to look over the footage from dance practice. 

He was pleasantly surprised to see your giving Hoseok a blowjob. Namjoon was seeing you in a whole new light. He never really thought of you as sexy, beautiful yes, but not sexy.. until today.  

I hope this is what you had in mind, when you requested it. If you want me to change it, or take it further let me new. I love feedback. Sorry this took so long by the way!

Thank you for reading! 

-Admin Abe x

Simsrena: the day Serena watched Bernie swimming....

In case you don’t remember, something happened between our lovely ladies which caused Serena to walk around like someone took all the wine away and Bernie to cry. Bernie, crying! It just doesn’t seem right to have the two words in the same sentence. 

In light of all that, last weekend I gave Bernie a bit of TLC… now that’s got my mind working… move it along, Rex!! Bernie agreed to join a group of people from work at a party in a nightclub and figured, yeah, some alcohol, a bit of dancing, a dip in the pool…. wait… skinny dipping is an option?! Bernie… swimming naked?!?! 

But wait, I thought to myself, this was supposed to be about Bernie. You’re supposed to be making Bernie feel happy! Get your shit together Rex and focus instead of feeding whatever little fantasy is going on in your mind - yeah I can see what you’re imaging and it’s not cool! 

Hang on, I said to that little voice in my head, swimming naked feels pretty good and Bernie deserves to feel good doesn’t she? Wouldn’t that make her happy? And that’s the whole point of this isn’t it?

Originally posted by gifawesomeness

Oh you devil you!

So anyway, here we are, swimming naked in a pool on a roof top when…

Shit, fuck, bollocks! It’s only Serena Bloody Campbell! 

Now, I know, you might be thinking, isn’t this a good thing? And in any other circumstance it would be great to find out they were part of the same group but recently whenever Bernie has been stood in front of Serena she just starts crying and then they argue. So you see, I actually would have preferred them to not see each other for a little while. I mean, just while they get over whatever happened….

Oh ok. Never mind. 

Right. Well, ok then. Apparently we’re forgetting whatever happened…

I think erm… I just… I’ll just…

Originally posted by existlost-blog

Sorry… there was a moment there where I forgot all time and space. Who am I? What was I doing? 

Oh yeah. Simsrena! 

Anyway, after Bernie and Serena snogged the lives out of each other Bernie jumped back into the pool and I have to admit, I did invite Serena to join me…. I mean join Bernie! Oh shut up, all of you!

Can we please just take a moment to appreciate the close up of Serena watching Bernie swimming naked. Oh I know and you’re welcome!

You’re also very welcome for what’s coming up now….

Oh yeah. Bernie and Serena, skinny dipping in the pool. THIS IS THE SHIT I PLAY THE SIMS FOR!!!! I think I’m far too worked up over this. I mean, it happened over a week ago and I’m still not over it!! Look at how sweet they were after they got out and dried off! 

I might be too invested in this. Am I too invested? Maybe someone needs to stage an intervention? Can someone organise this please? Can someone please send help?

I’ll be over here, sitting on my sofa playing Simsrena in my pjs and thinking about the possibilities for the next Simsrena update… SEND HELP!


Apart from my slight unravelling and mental breakdown Simsrena seem perfectly fine. They both had very unproductive days at work the next day because all they wanted to do was this….

And yeah I was happy to watch them do it…

Actually, I’ve changed my mind. Forget the help. Forget the intervention. Fuck it all. I am pure Berena/Simsrena trash. And I am happy to bow before thee!

Originally posted by redpyrofox

The maid :Part One

Summary : in the ZA ,Lucy was a 24 years old lone survivor, in her path of survival and escaping death , she stumbled across The Saviors who took her to The Sanctuary, where she found shelter and food. But what she didn’t know was that the girl who always hated and bullied her at school, is one of Negan’s wives (Frankie ) and is about to turn her life into a living hell all over again!

Pairings : Negan x Lucy

Type : romance / slowburn

Warnings : language

Dedicated to @negansmainwife













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Lucy sat in the passengers seat of a big truck that belongs to The Saviors, while she was too busy eating biscuits like a pig.

“Woah! Girl! That’s the second biscuit bag you ate, in like what , five minutes!!”
Simon chuckled behind the wheel as he darted his eyes between you and the road ahead.

Lucy felt embarrassed, she flicked the crumbs of biscuit off her dirty bloody shirt.
“I’m sorry sir! I haven’t eaten in three days , sir!” she shyly muttered.

“Oh come on , don’t sir me! It’s Simon , the name is Simon! And don’t apologize girl, we have a plenty from where it came from!”
Simon chuckled again.

Lucy shifted in her seat and leaned to the window, Simon has been driving for what it seemed like two hours. She was grateful she stumbled across him in the woods.
The saviors were taking a rest ,when she appeared in front of them. At first they thought she was a walker, but they knew she was human when she fell into her knees, asking in a raspy voice for water.
Lucy was a lone survivor, she’s been out there on her own for months , she lost her family members one by one ,till she got none of them by her side.
She thought about running a blade into her heart or wrist but she couldn’t do it.
All that mattered to her, was to live! At any cost!
She ,miraculously , managed to avoid murderers , rapists and cannibals. Even though, she almost got killed a couple of times by crazies or lifeless walkers.

“Here we are! ” Simon ’ s voice woke her up, she was already asleep, it was the most decent and comfortable long sleep she had in months.
Lucy rubbed her eyes and turned her head to Simon who already stepped out of the truck, she lifted her eyes to the huge well fortified building in front of her.
Her jaws dropped when she saw the the dead attached to the fence.
The size of the building and the growling chained walkers made chills run through her spine. It’s definitely not something one sees everyday.
Lucy hopped off the truck, still scanning the whole place , she followed Simon in hasty steps, he was already getting far .
“This… is the Sanctuary? ” She stuttered.
“Yeah!!! Wait to see it from the inside, unfortunately I got few things to do now but Laura will explain how things work in here!
Hey.. Laura! Get your ass over here!” Simon called for a dirty blond girl, she looked small but she seemed tough and badass. Once she got closer, Lucy noticed that her neck was tattoed and her nose was pierced .

Laura eyed Lucy up and down, while Simon went into an unknown destination.
“Hi there fresh meat! What’s your name?”
“Lucy ” She mumbled.
“Lucy! Hmm nice name! Follow me!”
She turned her back to Lucy and started walking towards one of the Sanctuary many doors, Lucy followed her .
Laura stepped inside a huge room with shelves in it.
“This is the commissary! This is where you get your things from by spending your points! ”
“Points?” Lucy looked at Laura in confusion.
“Yeah , points! It’s a system we use here , it’s like money in the old days, you work you earn money and with money you get clothes food whatever, same thing for points, get it?” Laura explained dryly as if she’s done this her whole life.
Lucy hummed and nodded .
“Ok! Since you’re new, you’ll get your first meal and clothes for free. Maria! Give me the new female comers box! Uh she’s thin as you can see!!” Laura ordered the older woman who seemed the one in charge of the commissary . Maria did as told and went back with what Laura asked for, there seemed clothes and canned food among other stuff inside the box.
Laura shoved it into your chest and blurted.
“Ok follow me!”

Lucy held the box close to her, pacing behind Laura like a lost puppy until she stopped in front of a big door.
“These are the showers, they’re only open in the mornings from 8:00 to 10:00 am! And by open I mean hot waters! ” Laura turned to Lucy and added “yeah we have hot water! And since it’s uh…” she checked her watch “4:45 pm, you’re gonna have to use cold water, lucky for you it’s summer, plus you really need to shower, you’re stinky as ass! ”

Lucy blushed at the blunt comment that Laura made, but she couldn’t complain, a day ago she thought she was gonna starve to death and today she’s in a Sanctuary with running water in it, that’s something she never thought it’d happen.
Laura continued giving Lucy a tour , in the process she showed her the cafeteria and told her that in the Sanctuary, they have one meal , in 4:00 pm. And since she was late, she told her about the food cans in the box .
Last stop was where Lucy would stay, it was a room with three beds in it , it seemed like Lucy was going to share her new room with two girls she hasn’t met yet.
“Alright, now you know where the commissary is, the showers and the cafeteria , of course your room too. Get a shower! Then get some sleep, and tomorrow we’ll talk about the rules and I’ll try to find you a job , I’ll meet you here at 8:30 am ok? Every room has a clock!“
Lucy nodded as she kept her eyes to the ground.

After having a shower and putting on her new outfit, that consisted of a shirt and Jean pants along with black and white sneakers, Lucy headed back to her room. Shower had a good impact on her, even though the water was really cold, but Lucy never had a problem with the cold, she had worse days and worse conditions. She used to wash her body in a hurry in the rivers and the lakes if she run across one, but being I’m an actual shower using an actual shampoo was a luxury she missed in those tough days.
Lucy opened the door to her mutual room where she found her two roommates.
The two girls quit talking to each other, their heads snapped in her way, glaring at her from head to toe.
Lucy felt insecure all of the sudden, she wasn’t used to strangers, not when the world was normal, and definitely not when the shit hit the fan.
“Uh hi! I’m Lucy! ” she muttered.
The two girls ignored her like she suddenly became invisible, and carried on with their chitchat.
Lucy raised her eyebrows , she figured things could get tough and ugly if she provoked these two rude ones, so she just walked towards the empty bed and sat there combing her wet dark hair with her fingers and kept her mouth shut for the rest of the evening .
She wasn’t so shocked about how people became worse than the dead ones and she always feared the living more than the dead.
Even before all this started, people were always rude and merciless. Lucy was never a people person, she was just surprised that people chose to create a community and contribute to it.

Lucy couldn’t sleep well that night, wether because of the nightmares or because she wasn’t used to sleep on a bed in a long time. But in general, she had sleeping troubles.
She sat straight on the bed, while the other two already left the room without bothering themselves to say good morning to her. Lucy waited for Laura till she heard knocking on the door.
Lucy got off the bed and opened the door , Laura threw a granola bar to her and motioned her head to follow her which she did.
“ I found you a slot in the cleaning team, you’ll clean in the infirmary, your shift starts from 9:00 am to 3:00 pm, you’ll clean and mop, change the sheets and help the doctor sterilize his equipments too, the guy who used to work there is remoted to a savior!”

“Savior?! I heard Mr Umm Simon said something about the saviors but I wasn’t completely following! ” Lucy uttered as she took a mouthful of the granola bar.

Laura turned to her and giggled.
“Yeah , I’m a savior by the way, our job is to bring the civilization back to earth and save the weak! Like yourself! ”
Laura paced across a corridor where her bootsteps loudly echoed , till she arrived to a white door, she pushed it open and called.
“Doc! Doctor Carson! ”
A white tall man came out of another room , firm look on his face.
“Hi Laura how can I help you?” He dryly asked.
“This is Lucy, she’s replacing John !”
“Oh I thought you’re hiring Melissa!” He exclaimed.
“No she’s helping in the kitchen! ”
Laura then placed a hand on Lucy ’ s shoulder and said.
“Like I said you’ll start at 9 and finish up at 3 pm, me or any other savior will check on you, and once you get your job done well give you 30 points everyday. Save 10 for your meal, do whatever you want with the rest, ok now get to work!”
Laura took few steps forward then she stopped.
“Shit I almost forgot!!! This place has a leader, Negan! He’s your leader now!“

Lucy placed her palm on her mouth and giggled.
“Negan??? What an odd funny name!!”
“Don’t let him catch you mocking his name little girl!” Laura hissed in warning

And don’t forget to kneel when you see him!”
Lucy ’ s eyes widened, she saw and heard a lot of shit but this definitely was the strange shit she had ever heard!
“Uh.. what?”
“You heard me!!! Just kneel, don’t ask questions, I’m not the one who makes the rules! Just be respectful! He’s one tough motherfucker! He won’t hesitate to kill you if you looked at him the wrong way!!!” Laura hissed, while Lucy felt her chest clenching at the thought that she’s now under the mercy of a crazed leader.
“Um , how do I know him!”
“Oh ,believe me you’ll know when you see him!” Laura threw her head back laughing when she noticed how nervous Lucy became then she left.
Lucy turned to Dr Carson and gave him a faint smile which he ignored and went back to wherever he came from.
“What a welcoming jolly guy!” She said under her breath as she started looking for the closet where her cleaning tools were waiting, she wasn’t so thrilled to clean but she wasn’t the kind of people who eat and sit without doing anything or contributing plus it wasn’t like she had much of a choice.
Lucy finally managed to find the closet , she found a bucket, broom , dustpan, mop , cleaning cloth and a pair of reusable gloves inside. She took them all out and got to work, she always hated cleaning her own house but it wasn’t rocket science, and she needed the job to earn points.
Lucy spent the whole time mopping and cleaning, the guy who was working before her wasn’t doing a good job, so she made sure to do hers perfectly so she can impress Laura.
She placed all the tools back to the closet when it was almost 3 pm, she wiped the beads of sweat that formed on her forehead and headed to the bathroom to wash her hands and face.
She heard male voices coming from the other room, what they were saying wasn’t so clear, but she didn’t care. She only gasped when she saw muddy boot prints on the floor. Lucy got mad, after all the effort she made to make the floor crystal clean, some asshole ruined her good work.
Lucy knew that it wasn’t Dr Carson who did this, he walked past her while she was cleaning and he hadn’t mud on his shoes.

“Hey who’s the prick who walked in with mud in his shoes??!” Lucy yelled as she entered the examination room, where a tall guy clad in leather jacket and gray pants with slick hair and bearded charming face was sitting on the exam table, and Dr Carson was kneeling in front of him checking on his leg.
Lucy noticed his muddy boots.
“Aha! That was you!” She pointed at the tall guy before adding “you walked in with your dirty boots, guess what happened, you ruined the floor, I spent a half day mopping it!”
“Hey listen..” Dr Carson interfered to prevent Lucy from saying things she would regret.
But the tall guy gestured to him to stop talking.
“Oh, I’m sorry doll, but I was in fucking pain, and last thing I noticed was your well mopped floor!” He said in a husky smug voice with a large grin tugged on his lips.
“You should apologize asshole!” Lucy hated how he was so calm while she was boiling from the inside.
“ oh ma bad!!! I apologize, doll!” He was getting more amused as he knew that she completely ignored who he is.
“Apology accepted!!”
Lucy turned to leave and clean the floor again, but his raspy voice stopped her.
“The name is Negan by the way not asshole! ” Negan licked his lips and smirked.
Lucy froze for a while in her action of pacing, then she slowly turned back to Negan, her eyes widened and she bit hard on her lip.
Dr Carson rolled his eyes and shook his head at the realization that she knew who she was talking to.
“I… I’m …uh…so- sorry sir! I .. was.. didn’t mean to..!” She stuttered as she swallowed hard.
Negan chuckled and waved his hand.
“It’s ok ! No fucking harm done!!! You seem new in here!”
She nodded playing with her hands.

“Aren’t ya forgetting something doll?? I’m sure they taught you the rules by now!”
Lucy lifted her blue beautiful eyes to meet his trying to understand what he meant, then it just hit her like a lightning, she remembered the kneeling part, and she immediately fell on one knee.
Negan chuckled again at this sight, she definitely made his day while he had a pain in his leg.

“What’s your name doll?”
“Um.. Lucille but everyone called me Lucy!”
Negan’s smirk faded a little, his eyes twinkled and his lip twitched a bit as her name rolled off his tongue.
“Lucy! Lucy! That’s one interesting beautiful fucking name!!!”
Can We Start Over?

Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel
Warnings: None
Summary: Teen!Destiel AU; Dean and Castiel had been enemies for years but when they are assigned to the same group for a project they realize they don’t actually hate each other as much as they thought. [Another one of my super old fics that I am re-posting!]

Castiel felt a nudge from behind him in the lunch line. He sighed and turned around, already knowing who it was. “What do you want, Dean?” He muttered out, rolling his eyes slightly.

“I want that sandwich.”

“A shame.” Castiel chuckled and grabbed the last turkey club from the cooler.

“Bitch.” Dean said, annoyed.

“Assbutt.” Cas replied.

Cas and Dean had been fighting since the 7th grade. Dean made it a habit to slam Castiel’s locker shut while he was trying to get out books and Cas liked to throw paper at the back of Dean’s head in pre-calc. It was an on-going battle and the whole school knew it. Some people even picked sides, most favoring Dean because well, he was tall, athletic, and attractive.

It wasn’t that the two hated each other for any reason; really the whole thing started as a joke. When Castiel first got glasses in junior high Dean was the first to call him “four eyes” and Cas had laughed at first, but when Dean got braces? He couldn’t resist making fun of them.

“Today we will began the final project of the year. It will be worth 250 points, and accounts for 40% of your final grade, so I suggest you take it seriously.” Mrs. Barnes announced to a classroom of uninterested teenagers. “You will not be choosing your own partners for this assignment, I have put all of your names in this bowl and you will pick your partner randomly.”

One by one each student reached into the bowl to meet their fate, calling out their partner’s name; some happy, many disappointed.

Dean walked up and reached in, not seeming to care what the output was until… “Castiel Novak. Are you serious?”

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Ok, so, someone pointed out on a message board that in this scene, about 20 seconds in, Clint visibly breaks character–maybe he forgot a line, or maybe something just suddenly struck him as funny. His back is turned, but he’s clearly barely holding it together. And for whatever reason, they just left it in the final cut of this episode.

so @littleluciel wrote headcanons about MC working as a mermaid and the members’ reactions to it. And I just HAD TO draw Seven in a shark costume watching MC perform ok

anonymous asked:

how would they react when you accidentally forget their birthday? (It's not that you don't care about them, maybe you just had too much on your mind and just genuinely accidentally forgot)

(Thank you for your request!!!)

Jinhwan: “It’s ok. I understand you were busy.” *he is a little hurt*

Yunhyeong: “Did you pretend to forget because you didn’t have the time to buy the present you said you’ll give me?”

Bobby: “I forgive if you make it up for me.”

B.I: “It’s ok. I just spend my birthday working. And waiting for your message…”

Donghyuk: *he doesn’t know what to say. He is hurt that you didn’t remember him but he also understands  why you didn’t.*

Junhoe: “I always try to find time to remember you but whatever.”

Chanwoo:*while you are apologizing for the third time* “It’s ok, love. It’s not a big deal.”

(note: gifs are not mine.)

anonymous asked:

Hey Xamag. I don't mean to assume when I look at your art, but you draw your lines with such confidence and make it look so easy. I know that there's a process that leads up to that that amounts to years of hard work, but when you get to the point where you're at, does drawing start to feel easier or more rewarding? And if it doesn't, is there a "trick" to basically make you not hate yourself when you make art?

*inhales deeply*

when i was 13 i used to trace art a lot. i didn’t post it anywhere or claimed it’s mine or anything, i just wanted to pretend my drawings could look pretty. i distinctly remember telling myself i’d probably never be able to draw anything cool-looking on my own

…later that year i made probably my biggest leap in improvement

imagine how painfully ironic it would be if i just gave up right there, amirite? actually, not really. maybe i’d become a professional gymnast or a writer instead. who knows?

that being said though, i’ve only had a couple of terrible self-loathing artblocks, but that was back when i hated everything about myself in general

i started drawing because i used to write silly stories and needed to illustrate them. the concept of creating even the most crude, ugliest picture of what was in my head always seemed magical to me. i’ve barely even shown that stuff to anyone til the age of 14-15 when i started posting it on a forum.

i did the art for myself, i do the art for myself, i fucking LOVE doing it. i look at people who do art for themselves and hate every second of it and it saddens me deeply.

why do you hate the magical act of transforming ideas into material objects, anon?

is that because you feel like you failed the society? do you feel ashamed of showing your art to anyone because they expect you to be Michelangelo right from the start? because for some reason even people who don’t have to compete for a vacancy feel like they need to compare themselves to others to get their daily dose of disappointment?

i fucking refuse to be upset about that. FUCK YEAH i’m bad. FUCK YEAH my panelling sucks. FUCK YEAH i can’t draw wildlife to save my life. FUCK YEAH i still barely can animate. FUCK YEAH i’ll keep breaking my legs on this shit, because FUCK NO i’m not gonna let it win. FUCK YEAH that artist is better than me. FUCK YEAH i love them, keep going bruh, keep getting better, imma catch up with you eventually. i’m not in a hurry, i’m savouring those failures, i’m gonna laugh about them years later.

is that because you envy the younger and more promising ones? confound those art boys who took art classes or started drawing at young age, they drive me to drink!

it’s never too late, ok? just google “famous people who made it late” or something. i’d love to take those art classes now that i’m an adult tbh. young me didn’t really care about this stuff at the time and missed half of the most important shit.

is that because you feel like you’ve spent too much time on it and still didn’t get better?

look at kids. looks at those poor bastards. remember how hard it was to learn writing? those bullshit letters just wouldn’t obey, would they? it’s not because kids are stupid talentless little shits, that’s just how learning new skill works. it’s 99% suffering and 1% being like “hey i think i draw hands a little bit better now”. then finding out you forgot how to draw hands once again.

but in the end, it always feels like it’s worth it, it’s a discovery, an adventure. if it never feels like it’s worth it, if you only bear with it expecting to experience some sudden euphoria firework one day, maybe it’s just not your thing, anon. it’s ok, too. don’t force yourself to do things you don’t enjoy.

i hope it gets better, whatever you do. please don’t hate yourself for being a flawed human being.

Guys I wrote another Aaron thing and completely forgot to post it here so;

Read on Ao3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11896308/chapters/27782634

Unwanted and Unwarranted Accusations;
Aaron Is Accused By Himself

Aaron has been skyping his cousin for half an hour now, and Nicky still hasn’t revealed whatever it is that made him so ansty to call in the first place. Nicky’s always a dramatic little shit (careful who you call “little” sweetheart Katelyn’s voice rings in his head) but his phone had practically been exploding with messages when he’d got back from his shift that night.

Either he’s had a fight with Erik (unlikely, their last one had only been a week ago and they usually stay in even more over-the-top disgustingly-affectionate make-up stage for at least two weeks) or he’s upset with Aaron. Maybe he hasn’t revealed the reason yet because he doesn’t think Aaron knows him well enough to notice something’s wrong. The thought makes Aaron sick to his stomach. Before he can confront him, the door to his apartment opens to reveal a very tired Katelyn, who doesn’t offer a greeting before she simply strides forward and pitches over the arm of the sofa to collapse face-first into the cushions.

“Katelyn! My favourite cheerleader. How are you doing?” Katelyn raises an arm and waves weakly at the camera, but doesn’t take her face out of the cushion. (Aaron wonders if Katelyn understood anything other than her name considering his cousin forgot to slip back into English. Honestly, the German is causing even Aaron a headache at this point in the evening.) Aaron strokes a hand through her hair with a fond smile and Nicky coos. “Erik! Erik! Come here my cousin is showing affection!”

“Andrew?!” Comes an incredulous shout from off-screen and Nicky falls about laughing.

“No, I don’t have a death wish!”

“I could also kill you Nicky.” Aaron asserts grumpily.

“Ha!” Nicky shouts, pointing at him through the screen. “No you can’t; you took an oath as a doctor!” He says triumphantly. Aaron raises an eyebrow.

“That only means I won’t be the one pulling the trigger.”

“Hiring Andrew to kill me is low even for you.” Nicky teases. Aaron isn’t very comfortable with the topic anymore. There’s the phantom weight of a racket in his hands and a gut clench of fear so strong he feels his stomach flip. He’s about to abruptly change the topic when he remembers a quiet room with one couch, too many perfectly arranged glass statues and an unbroken toxic bond being taken apart so that hopefully it’ll be put back together better.

“This topic is making me uncomfortable Nicky. Can we change it?” Aaron says calmly and Nicky blinks a few times, emotions passing rapidly over his face. Confusion, then horror, then apology and finally quietly pleased that Aaron confided in him.

“Sure. You got any plans coming up?” Nicky says, easily. Aaron shares a small smile.

“I wanted to talk to you about that actually, but I’d like to tell you in person. I was wondering if you’re free towards the end of October at all? Me and Katelyn could come and see you guys.” Something flashes across Nicky’s face that he doesn’t quite catch due to the terrible performance of Skype.

“Oooh sounds exciting. I don’t think we have anything major on apart from the work Halloween party that you now have to attend.”

“It’s a costume party isn’t it?”

“Yup.” Aaron sighs, glancing at Katelyn and noticing she’s fallen asleep under his hands stroking through her hair. Even after all these years, his heart stutters at the realisation that she trusts these hands, these hands that had been self-taught how to be gentle, these hands that had only seen how to hurt, these hands that he still thought shook sometimes with imagined withdrawals, she trusts him enough that she’d fall asleep here.

“The things I do for you.” He agrees eventually. Erik walks into the room behind Nicky and bends down to lean his head against Nicky’s shoulder, staring at Aaron critically, but with more softness on his face than he usually reserves for Aaron. Aaron and Andrew shutting Nicky down and hating themselves and each other during high school and the early years of university had worn on Nicky more than he’d ever admit. While Nicky was not without his own share of faults, Aaron couldn’t help feeling like the selfish one of the three of them. Nicky had put his future on hold to keep them out of Luther’s house, and Andrew… What Andrew had put up with to keep Aaron safe before Aaron had even met him still made Aaron feel like putting a fist through a wall, or a racquet into someone’s skull. And what had Aaron done? He was useless, worthless, broken, nothing-

“Don’t do that.” Nicky’s voice chides softly. Aaron looks up, blinks. Nicky and Erik are both looking concerned. “I know you’re putting yourself down in your head. Don’t.” Aaron clears his throat.

“Right. I’d better get Katelyn into bed, I’ll text you dates tomorrow yeah?” Nicky’s smile is back, as wide and infectious as always.

Finally, poor girl is going to have a crick in her neck tomorrow. You always make these conversations go on and on with your endless chattering-” Aaron shuts the laptop screen with a hint of a smile on his face, pushing that and the table quietly away so that he has enough room to pick Katelyn up and carry her easily into their room, long limbs and all.

Katelyn sleepily presses her face into his neck and inhales. Soft lips press against his collarbone and Aaron almost trips over. “Sweetheart.” Katelyn murmurs and Aaron shivers.

“Schatz.” He replies, because he can’t switch off the German gear his head has got into when he’s this tired. He sets her down on the bed and tugs off her work uniform with gentle coaxing and soft kisses, and then curls up with her, her warm squishy thighs and strong arms wrapping him up from behind into a cocoon of home. He turns his head to kiss her shoulder and she wriggles closer. He’s asleep before he makes the conscious decision to do so, drifting off to safety and kind dreams.

Peter Hale- The first and the last love pt.2


Your name: submit What is this?

It has been one hour until someone arrived at the loft. I stood on the couch trying to figure out what to do. I couldn’t cry anymore. I felt numb. At first the break up and now this thing with Peter. My heart couldn’t handle all of this. From my spot on the couch I stared at the giant window. Derek had such a beautiful view over the city but I couldn’t focus on it because I kept replaying images of the kiss. I started to imagine what would have happened if he didn’t pull back when I wanted more or if I shoved him away when he started to lean. Then I thought about all those times when Peter helped me to do something or just simply talked to me. Once, when my back hurt really bad he even gave me a massage. I could have sworn that he took away my pain with his werewolf powers. I never thought that he does that because he cares about me. I always thought that Derek made him.  I ignored the sound of the open door. I heard two voices approaching me. They were Derek and Braeden.

“Y/N? What are doing here? Are you ok?” Derek asked and sit down next to me. I slowly shook my head as a no.

“Braeden?Can you give us a second?” Derek asked.

“Yeah, sure. I think it’s enough for today. We can start again tomorrow. And Y/N? Whatever happened, it will be ok.” She said , patting my shoulder then leaving us alone.

“You two are together?” I asked Derek.

“No, she is helping us to find Kate. But tell me what happened.”

“Isaac broke up with me, then your uncle rejected me.” I explained.

He looked at me with eyes wide open. “Ok. Let’s start with the break up. Why?” he said.

“He told me he doesn’t love me. “ I simply said. No tears , no sobs. It wasn’t the break up who really made me sad. Well….at first it was but then Peter came.

“What? How can he not love you? Is he blind?” Derek huffed.

“Come on Derek. I’m not Allison. She was pretty, intelligent, everything a boy could ever want. I’m just me. Like Peter said, it was just a matter of time.” I said.

“Don’t you ever say that again. You are not pretty, you are beautiful. And smart.Stop putting you down. Just because Isaac didn’t see that, it doesn’t mean that the others won’t see how special you are.” he stoked my cheek.

“And what part does Peter play in this story?” he asked me.

I wanted to answer but in that moment somebody else entered the loft. I looked in that direction and saw the man in whose blue eyes, I got lost just an hour ago.

“I’m sorry to interrupt your little moment but I forgot my book. I take it and I will go home.” he said gesturing to the book on the coffee table. I took it and gave it to him. For a moment our  fingers brushed and I looked into his eyes. There was a mix of jealousy and regret in them. “Stay” I whispered. He didn’t say anything in return.  He just left.

I put my head in my hands. Then I felt Derek rubbing up and down my arms. “It will be ok. Whatever he did, you shouldn’t care. You know Peter.”

“He made me feel good and then break my already broken heart.” I sobbed.

“So you love him?” Derek asked, raising his brows.

“I don’t know. Did this ever happen to you? Knowing someone for a few years, and then suddenly, he does something that makes you love him?” I asked.

“Yeah.It happened to me. “ He sighed, grabbing my hand.

“We kissed.” I whispered.

“Be careful with him, Y/N. He could be playing with you.”

“I think I love him, Derek.” I admitted.

“Then I think you should do something about that.”

“Thanks for supporting me.” I smiled to him.

“Anytime.” He said and pulled me in a hug.

“Oh. You should ask Braeden out. Peter told me you have a crush on me but I think you have one on her, am I right?” I said.

“What ?! No ,no I don’t have a crush on anyone.” He said.

“Yeah sure. I just said her name and you blushed.”  I laughed. “Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.” he said.

“Do you want to pretend you are my boyfriend when Peter is around? To make him jealous. Maybe Braeden see us too. It’s a win-win” I said.

“Deal.” He said and we high-fived


In the next few weeks me and Derek were inseparable. We always shown up together. I’ve spent more time in the loft than I’ve ever done. I was sure to be there the same time as Peter. I observed him. He didn’t seem to care but sometimes, I saw him sending death glares at Derek.

One night I decided to poke the bear more and called him asking if I could visit him. To my surprise he accepted.  I knocked on the door. At first I thought that he won’t answer but then I was welcomed by the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen.

“Come in.” he said. He gestured for me to sit on the couch while he went to the kitchen and returned with two cups of coffee. “Thank you" I said and took a sip.

“So…to what do I owe the pleasure?” he said sitting down next to me.

“I need your help. I want to make Derek a surprise. I want to organise a date tomorrow night and since you know him for a very long time I thought that you could tell me more about him.” I said

“So you two are officially a couple?” he asked.

“I think we are.” I nodded. “I want to cook something, then watch some movies. Do you think he would like that?” I asked

“Yeah. Deep down Derek is a romantic. You could also bring candles. And I can help you cook, if you want.” He said.

“That would be nice. Thank you.”

I looked at him for any signs of jealousy. I wish I were a werewolf so I could hear his heart beats. There was an awkward silence between us until I finally spoke.

“And for a movie … What do you suggest?” I asked.

“Something romantic. Or maybe a comedy. Even horror would work. You can act scared and snuggle with him.” He said

“I don’t like to pretend being someone else. I don’t get scared. “

“You are brave. Derek likes strong girls. You are his type. ” he smiled at me. “And what do you want to do after the movie.” He asked. Finally, my occeasion.

“I don’t know, I didn’t think that far” I laughed. “But if the things work, I think I know what I am going to do.” I winked. He raised a brow. I scooted closer until our bodies touched. “So…we stand like this and in the middle of the movie I will move my hand like this.” I slowly stoked his leg from the knee to his thight while I was looking into his eyes.

“Y/N” he whispered. I smirked. “And then I will move my hand to his waist and I will drag my nails up his shirt until I reach his shoulders and then I will straddle him.Like this.“ I tried to move but the he caught my forearms and pulled me away.

“What?” I snapped.

“I know what are you doing. No Y/N. We will never be together.”

“Why not? I want you, Peter. And I think you want me too.” I said.

“Why not? Do you really not know the answer? Because you deserve better. ” he yelled.

“What if I don’t want better? What if the only one I want is you?” I screamed back.

“I can’t give what you want. I can give you a night or two. Derek can give you a family. He can give you love. I will break your heart.” He said

“ Peter. ..” I whined.

“What kind of father do you want for your daughter? A manipulative, power-hungry man or a caring and gentle guy like Derek?” He yelled.

I stood for a moment looking at him. I tried to figure out what words should I say. Should I go away or should I fight for him. For us. I took a step closer to him and said: “I want to tell her that our love was so strong and real that you were ready to let me go. I want to tell her that, it doesn’t matter how many times you pushed me away, you ended up being the love of my life.”

“I have hurt people before. But I really don’t want to hurt you. I don’t want to be the reason you will cry yourself to sleep in the next 2 months. I don’t want to break your heart. So please. Stop doing these things to me, Understand that you won’t convince me to be with you.I’m too dangerous for you” he said

“I can wait for you, Peter. But not forever. I will stay home tonight. You can pay a visit. We can talk about this. But if you don’t, don’t bother to call me tomorrow.” I grabbed my jacket from the couch and left his appartment.

Peter didn’t come that night. Or the next.He didn’t call or text me. It seemed that he forgot about me. In the first days I blamed myself for being so harsh on him but then I realised that I bared my heart to him and the only think he told me was that he will hurt me. Of course he told me that I’m one of the few persons that really matters to him but then why doesn’t he do something about that? After three days I decided that if he can let me go that easily I can too. That night I went into a bar and drank and danced all night long. I did the same for another five days. I had fun meeting new guys each night but then, when I would wake up the next morning I would feel the same as when I went to bed. Lonely. I couldn’t find a boy that would make me want to give more than a kiss and a dance. I didn’t call anyone. From time to time I would receive calls from Scott or Stiles asking me if I’m alright but I never answered back.

Friday night I decided I want to have fun. Real fun. I will just let myself carried away. Probably I will drink so I decided to text Peter in order to warn him. “Tonight I will get drunk and sleep with some boy I’ll find. Please don’t answer if I call.’ I turned off my phone and headed to the closest club. I stood on one of the chairs at a bar and ordered soda. Who was I kidding? I couldn’t just get drunk. I’m not that type of person. Also, I’m not a fan of  ‘get drunk and do stupid things’. I hated that all the enthusiasm I had when I left my home, had disappeared when I entered the bar. I was so sure that this would be my night. I would get drunk and party like all the other people do. Now, I found myself staring at the glass of juice, lost in my thoughts.

“You look lonely. Such a beautiful girl shouldn’t stay alone.” On the left chair was standing a tall, handsome, boy. He had blue eyes, but not the ones I wanted, and brown hair. It was clearly that he was flirting with me but I really wasn’t in the mood to respond so I shrugged.

“Do you want to dance?” he continued.

“No” I replied.

“Come on. I know you want.” he grabbed my forearm.

“Stop.I said no.” I yelled but then someone pulled that boy away from me.

“I think the lady said no.”  I saw Peter pushing him to the ground and then he turned to me and grabbed my hand. He pulled me out of the club and into his car. Neither of us talked until he parked near his apartment.

“Let’s talk inside.” he said and get out of the car.

“As you wish.” I mumbled knowing that he would hear me.

We got in and I sat down on the couch. The same one where not long time ago, I tried to make him kiss me again. He sat next to me.

“Do you know how many times I have called you?” he said. I expected him to yell or to scream but his voice was surprisingly calm.

“Many.” I answered.

“You know how much I love sarcastic comments but now it’s not the right time. Thirty times. I have called you thirty times. And I have sent you texts too.” he said.

I shrugged off. “I didn’t ask you to. I think I said don’t call me.”

“Why did you do this? What would have happened if I weren’t there to stop that guy?”

“ Why do you care?” I said.

“Look. I’m not good at expressing my feelings. But I think I love you.”

“I thought you are too dangerous  for me.You said you will break my heart. What made you change your mind?”

“When you came here the last time and started talking about how your daughter will know that our love was real, it made me think. In my mind I had this imagine of a little girl who looks exactly like you but with my eyes.I know I made a lot of  mistakes but I don’t want to make the one that I will regret the rest of my life. I don’t want to lose you. Until you, I’ve never met a woman who made me wanting more than just an one-night stand. But you, YN. You made me wanting dates, long walks. I want to hold your hand in public. I want you to call me at 1 a.m. when you are lonely. I want to be there for you.”

I looked at him and for the first time I saw him looking honest. Maybe he was just a good actor but right now my dream came true. The man I loved told me he wants me.

“I want the same.” I said. He smiled. Then I felt two hands cupping my face and his soft lips on mine. This time he was the one who deepened the kiss. Neither of us stopped. Neither of us wanted to. Our lips moved in such a perfect sync that it would be a crime to break the kiss. When we finally needed air, he rested his forehead against mine while trying to catch our breathes.

“You don’t know how much I have waited to do this. It was a torture to see you with Isaac.” he said.

He stroked my cheek and then kissed me again. This was more heated, more passional. I put my hands on his shoulder and straddled him. He rest his hands on my hips. I felt his lips kissing along my jaw and down on my neck. Then he bit the base of my neck. I hissed in pain.  It didn’t start to bleed but it surely will leave a mark.  He kissed the bruise one more time and said:

“I’ve dreamt of this The moment when I will claim you as mine. Come on. If you want, you can do the same.” he said and bared his neck.

“You know I can’t. You are a werewolf. It will heal.”  I slowly punched his arm.

“I know. I just tried to be romantic.” he smirked.

“Peter Hale is trying to be romantic. Who would have thought?” I chuckled.

He let a small laugh then kissed me again.I slipped my hands under his shirt, feeling his muscles tense under my touch.I slowly lifted it and then grabbed the hem of my own. Peter caugh my hand and whispered against my lips.

“Are you sure?”  I nodded. In a few seconds my shirt was tossed somewhere in the room and Peter picked me up carrying me to his bedroom.


I woke up with a smile on my face, memories of the last night flooding my mind.He had one arm around my waist , keeping me close to his chest. I rolled so I was facing him.

“Morning!” I spoke quietly.

“Morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?” Peter said.

“I was afraid to fall asleep thinking that everything is a dream and when I will wake up you will disappear.” I said. He kissed my forehead

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Mhm, romantic” I said.

“As always.” He laughed. Suddenly he stopped and his expression became serious. ‘Oh no. Please don’t tell me it was a mistake. Please don’t’  I thought.

“Can I be honest with you?” He asked.

“Of course. You can tell me anything.” I said

“The real reason why I didn’t want to be with you it’s that you changed me. After I have met you, I started thinking more about you than myself. I tried to help everyone in the pack hoping that maybe one day you would notice me. I stopped my plans of becoming an Alpha because I knew that you would never forgive me if I would have killed Scott. I tried to be a man that deserves you, not a killer. I think I’m just afraid to change.” He said.

“You are a good person, Peter. You just made a few mistakes. You were hurt before. Show me one person who doesn’t want to revenge his family.“ I said

“And what about Laura?” He asked.

“You were sick. You couldn’t think right. I don’t blame you. I’m sure you regret that. ” I placed my hand on his cheek.

“What did I do to have such an amazing woman by my side?“he asked, stroking my back.

“You were an amazing man.” I answered. We stood and looked into each other eyes for a few minutes. It was so good to finally feel loved. To know that I have found my soul mate. Then a questien popped into my mind.

“Was it true?” I asked.


“Do you really imagined our daughter, when I came to you?” I said.

“Yes. That’s another thing that you changed in me. I have never thought about having a family. Now I think it’s not so bad to have one or two kids running around here.” I smiled when I heard his words. For a moment everything seemed perfect but then I started to worry.

“I’m scared. What if I am not going to be a good mother?” I asked.

“Of course you will be. Those kids will be so lucky to have us as their parents. ” I laughed. That’s my Peter. Always so sure about himself.

“Thank you.” I said.

“For what?” He furrowed his brow in confusion

“Mending my heart”


After a few years

I was washing some dishes while Zack and Emma were eating their chocolate cereals. Suddenly I felt two arms wrapping around my waist and someone kissing my cheek. 

“You left early today.” I said to my husband.

“Derek needed me. If it wasn’t an emergency I wouldn’t have gone. You know how much I hate not being with you and the kids on Saturday morning. ”  Peter said.

“You know how much I hate waking up alone.” I pouted.

“You are so sweet when you do this.” He said and kissed me. We stopped when we heart giggles coming from the table.

“So.. what are you, little wolves, eating here?” He said turning to the 2 kids and standing on a chair.

“Cereals with milk. Mommy cooked it for us.” Emma said.

“Daddy? Can I come with you to help cousin Derek next time?” Zack asked.

“When you will be older.” Peter said and messed his hair.

“But I’m 5 years old. I am a grown up” the little child answered.

“Then you should start pay for staying here.” Peter replied.

“Ha! I’m sure you want to be 4 like me!” Emma said.

“You are a baby, Emma!” Zack told her.

“Babies don’t have to pay.” Peter added. I watched amused the whole scene. I saw Emma sticking her tongue out at her brother. He did the same thing to her.

“Kids! That’s not nice!” I said.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let the kids have fun.” Peter said. I sighed.

“I’m not going to pay, am I, daddy?” Zack asked using his puppy eyes. He got up and stood on his father left knee. Emma copied her older brother and stood on the right one. Peter put his hands on their backs to secure them from falling.

“No. Of corse not. At first, you and Emma can pay together. But only for a limited time. Then we will expect two rents, right Y/N?” He said and looked at me.

“Daddy.” They both whined at the same time. I shook my head and laughed.

“Mommy? How did you meet daddy?“Emma asked.

“That is a long story, sweety.” I answered.

“Dad told us that you were a princess and that he saved you from a giant dragon” Zack said.

“What did you tell them!?” I said.

“Nothing. They are kids. I am sure they invented it” he shrugged off.

“But you told us last night. The goodnight story.” Zack said.

“Ok, you know what? I am going to tell you the real story. I was the one who saved your father. If I weren’t there I am sure that the kanima would have turned him into it’s meal.”

“Told you he was lying.” Emma whispered to her brother.

“What’s a kanima?” Zack asked. My eyes widen. We decide we won’t tell them about the supernatural until they will be ready to face that world. I looked at Peter for help.

“It’s a species of dragon” Peter said.

“I think dragons are cute.” Emma said.

“Until they eat you” Zack said.

“Zack!” Both me and Peter said.

“What? You told me I have to be honest” he said.

“Ok. Let’s change the subject. What would you say if I told you that I organized a holiday for us.” Peter said

“Really?” I asked.

“Yeah. We both work a lot and I thought that we can have a week off. I talk to Derek and he suggested a nice cottage in the woods far from here. There is a large courtyard for kids to play and we can take strolls in the mountains in evening.” He said.

“That’s amazing” I said.

"Come on Emma. Let’s prepare our toys.” Zack said.

“Not now, wolfy. In a week. ” his father said.

“Of, fine.Until then, can we play outside?” Zack asked.

“Yeah let’s play.” Peter got up and took their tiny hands in his.

“Will you come too, mom?” Emma asked.

“In a minute sweety. I have one more plate to wash and I will come.” I said.

I looked lovingly outside the window at my children and husband playing football. Zack looked so much like Peter. The only differences were the eyes, which were mine. Peter was right when he imagined Emma. She looks like me but she has big blue eyes just like her dad.

Emma was so sweet trying to keep the pace with her brother. I love the relationship between my two little kids.Zack would never admit but he loves his little sister. He teases her constantly but one night when I went to their room I saw her snuggle with him. The next morning, I heard Emma had a nightmare but Zack was there to calm her down.

When I was a teenager I have never thought that this could happen. I never thought that I will see Peter Hale playing with two kids. With our kids. Absently, I moved my hand to my still flat belly. I smiled. A holiday seems the perfect time to tell him the news.


ok you see the picture above which i also posted a little while ago

i want you to guess at least 18 characters in this pile of stickers, reblog this post and put your guesses in the tags when u reblog, i have tagtracker/finder/whatever i forgot the name its easier to keep track of it

prize is a colored sketch with one to two people in it, or three if u want idk but pls just 2:

ok thats enough samples

rules tho: youre only allowed 25 guesses but u can reblog as much as u like but one reblog is a separate entry, u dont have to type their full name unless u want to but i have to know who it is dont give me a nickname u gave the character like bowlcut kun or butterfly niichan, also u see 2 versions of nanako in there, that counts as one guess (see the first one is done for u only 17 more to go)

if you dont know the names of the characters cause ure not into these fandoms i guess u can go cheat and look at my redbubble, their names are there

tip: theres no rwby in there except like ruby i guess(not counted btw) which im trying to figure out how to get rid of, also these are all the stickers i cut, which arent a lot so a ton in my redbubble probs wont be there

idk thats it this is lame, boring contest ends when someone wins, ill do the prize on my next break

Emma had started having dreams about Regina….again. Sexual dreams. Some were soft, sweet kissing dreams. Some were ahem, not. They were more searing, blazing hot, steamy ohmygodyesrightthere*it’ssofuckinggood*Idon’twanttowakeup dreams. For awhile the dreams disappeared. And she was able to just focus on Hook, her actual lover. But for some reason they’d started back up again. Which, honestly, she didn’t even care-I mean you can’t control your dreams right?! But now the dreams were sort-of coming into her mind while her and Hook were, ya know, in the middle of things. Especially when he was going down on her—maybe because she had her eyes closed and he wasn’t up close to her. She loved Hook though, so the guilt was piling up. (she loved Hook as much as she could love anyone, or so she thought).  The truth that Emma wasn’t ready for is that you accept the love you believe you deserve. And Emma didn’t feel worthy. 

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Dear Maya
This is my favorite season! It’s a time of magic & miracles, candy canes & cocoa, wonder & wishes…. But most of all is a time for sharing with family & for making memories with the people we love the most.


K: hey Santa

R: hey Mrs. Claus! How’s L.A? Little warmer than the North Pole?

K: HA ha. it’s just peachy. Hey you still shopping?

R: maybe!………you know you’re not supposed to ask questions this time of year! Santa isn’t telling! Ho Ho Ho!

K: seriously dude? I’m kind of over HO HO HO.

R: You can’t possibly be more over HO HO HO than I am. Believe me.

K: yeah OK whatever dude but I think we forgot something. I can’t believe I did that. I’m so pissed I didn’t check

R: honey what’s wrong? No frowning at Christmastime!

K: Fuck. I can’t find the stockings. I thought I packed them.

R: you didn’t

K: no shit dude. That’s why I said I can’t find them

R: that’s because I did! They were with me honey. Go look in my bag.

K: you did? DUDE!! Thanks baby. Trying to get all the presents packed & all the other stuff I knew I’d forget something

R: here’s something I don’t want you to ever forget?

K: yeah, what’s that?

R: how much I love you & can’t wait to spend Christmas with my family.

R: OUR family! :)

K: me too. I’m really glad we came. Nothing like an old fashioned English Christmas - right? Listen Santa, you need to stop shopping! We brought a sleigh full of toys dude!

R: Don’t spoil this for me! I’m having fun being Santa & since
we’re here - Santa should be bringing something very English so I bought a Paddington bear.

K: awwww. I love that. It’s perfect.

R: And some blocks, a St Nicholas book & a few other things

K: Shut up!! Don’t you think Santa has gone a bit overboard??

R: Nonsense. That’s my prerogative as Santa.

K: you are such a dork but I knew you’d do this. You’re like a little kid.
I can’t wait to take pictures of everyone.

R: You & your pictures!! you’re not going to make me wear some dreadful sweater with reindeer or something are you?

K: holy shit I would love to post that on IG. SOOOO tempting

R: I love when you tempt me & you know I can’t ever resist you!
Would you do something for me Mrs. Claus?

K: As long as it doesn’t involve any Ho ho ho

R: It doesn’t. I promise

K: OK so what is it?:

R Will you meet me under the mistletoe? I have something for you

K: Oh really? Dude, mistletoe isn’t supposed to be hung where you like to hang it

R: what’s wrong with where I hang it? I thought it was perfectly placed

K: you WOULD because you have a one track mind. Look SANTA.
I don’t think dangling it over your body parts is what they had in mind

R: oh yeah? is that some kind of “mistletoe rule” that I missed?

K: haha! You don’t like to follow rules anyway so would it matter? hey. I love you Santa.

R: I love you more baby. Merry Christmas

So sweet Maya
I hope you have a fabulous New Year! I have always believed that friends are gifts you give to yourself. How very blessed I am to count you as one of mine. We have a wonderful New Year to look forward to! It’s going to be OK.