otp: and tender touches just to show you how i feel

Pillow Talk #6: Magic ~

PS: This PT inspired a whole fanfic that will try and fix season 7′s mess. Soon to be published in about a week.

His chick had worked magic on him tonight. 

Just half an hour ago, he had been the most tired he has ever felt, but the second her lips moved in that slow and soft way of hers to tell him she wanted him, all of it was gone and his desire for her had worked them out nicely to the point he couldn’t stop smiling.

Jackie was panting beside him, sweating even if she would never admit it, and Hyde looked at her. Her perfect hair was also a mess, but the wide of her smile took his attention immediately and he had to roll over, kiss her and breathe her in again.

“You know, people it’s going to notice we aren’t up there…” He said, carefully lying over her without letting his whole weight crush her. “Not that I care, but… I thought you liked that stuff.”

“Oh, I do!” Her hands went to his cheeks, and she caressed his face softly. Hyde closed his eyes, knowing he was smiling as she kept loving him tender. “But I like it more here. Don’t you?”

“Way better than anywhere else.”

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When I can use an Evak gif for every reaction in my relationship, you know that the acting for Even and Isak is fucking incredible and authentic. The emotion that shows on their faces never ceases to amaze me.


Title: Goodbye.
Prompt: One Last Time.
Genre: Angst.
Rating: M
Summary: His last night in the village, locked in her arms, at home. /Pre-gaiden sasusaku fanfiction.
He could feel it. Her sweet scent, her heavenly warmth, the pulse of her heart, and most importantly, her love. Even though he could feel just how broken she was at the moment, she never failed to make him feel at home.
And how much he was going to miss his home.
After he discovered a place where he could finally live, where he could breathe, where he could be happy- he had to leave it. He was bound to leave it, he was bound to leave her. To leave his wife.. alone.
The promises he had made to himself long ago, the vow to not hurt her again, to not break her already shattered heart into pieces, to not make her cry again, the vows and promises- they were all for nothing.
And here she was, holding back them tears, giving him hope, trying not to appear weak and vanquished.
He could sense the warm skin of her neck, even though her fingers and toes were frozen cold, she never failed to provide him the much needed sympathy which left him even more guilt-ridden.
She lightly brushed his silky, dark hair, her fingers massaging his scalp, allocating him the affection he could never return back. Her exhaled breath blew past his collar as she rubbed his back.
The dimness of their bedroom hid their presence completely while their quietness made it possible to listen to the voices made by rustling leaves of their garden.
A tear escaped her eye.
She moved a hand to wipe it off but his much bigger hand avoided her attempts.
Freeing himself from the heat he was feeling when their bodies were tangled, he lifted his head to look her in the eye. Her eyes, moist; wet; teary. She had held her breath in, to cage the rest of her tears from escaping but he could read her like an open book. After almost an year of being married, he could tell these little things about his wife.
He rubbed her cheek; in a tender way that never once failed to hide his vulnerable side from her, brushing away the drop of moisture.
“ Don’t cry like this.” He obsecrated.
“ I-I’m not crying.” She stated, still holding her breath.
“ You can’t lie.” He told her, tucking a strand of her pink hair behind her ear.
Hearing those sincere words and looking into those penetrating, dark orbs of her husband, Uchiha Sakura surrendered to her tears. The warm, salted water came out of her eyes like pools of hot streams until her cries became hiccups and hiccups turned into silence.
All the while, he watched her. He watched how the area under her eyes became red, how the whiteness of her eyes turned bloody and how the spark of her always shining eyes was slowly fading away. And he was responsible for all of this. Uchiha Sasuke had made her cry- yet again.
“Sakura..” he whispered and the whisper came out in form of a sharp, painful whimper.
She stayed silent while he wiped away the tears straining her eyes. Even though the illumination in the room was negligible, his eyes could see the emotions behind the tears of the woman he called his wife. The agony, the suffering, the uneasiness; he could see it all.
“ Can’t you stay a little longer?” asked Sakura. “ I’ll go talk to Kakashi-sensei. He’ll assign someone else to this mission.”
Even though he himself didn’t want to leave, he couldn’t let the shinobi World suffer because of his mistakes. Just because his emotions and desires were getting in the way, he couldn’t let his duties slip away. For he had swear to himself to redeem his sinful soul of its crimes by protecting those in need.
But what about his family? They also needed him by his side. The people most precious to him necessitated him to be there for them. Even though he trusted the abilities of his wife- the strongest kunoichi in the world and best medical ninja, he couldn’t depend on her for everything. He couldn’t force his duties as a father and as a husband to her.
But what choice did he have, any way?
“ I don’t.. really know.” He diverted his gaze from her, avoiding to look her in the eye due to the guilty state he was in.
Just how many times was he going to make her cry and watch her cry, unable to do anything… but walk away.
Just run away.
She saw the change in him. She saw his anger turning into discomfort. Pain. Caressing his cheek in order to comfort him she started whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Massaging his scalp, ruffling his hair, she tried her best to kill her own feelings so that he could be calmed. He could be made happy.
“ I’m sorry.” His apology came out as a faint mumble.
“ You don’t have to be, Sasuke-kun.” Muttered Sakura. “ It’ll be fine. I promise.”
He looked up to see her face, a smile plastering her profile, hurt visible in her eyes and hope dominant in her words.
Just how optimistic was she?
He brought his face closer to hers until their foreheads met. Her let go of the held back breath and so did she. They breathed each other’s air. She smiled. This time genuinely.
“ Promise?” He husked.
“ Promise.” She replied.
She cupped his face with her small hands as she brought his lips closer to hers pausing only when they were barely touching.
“ This might be the last time.” She stated.
“ The last time until we meet again.” He corrected.
It was true that there was no guarantee if they’d be seeing each other again anytime soon in the future, but hope was still the key to happiness.
Happiness? She didn’t even know what it was without him.
Their lips brushed lightly as she wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer, claiming his lips in the process. The tenderness of the kiss was enough to melt both their hearts along with the doubts in them. At that time, they belonged only to each other and nothing else mattered.
He was to one to pull back first, leaving her disappointed but amused when he lusciously kissed her again. Her heart was pounding by the second he pushed her lower lip in order to attain an entrance which she gladly granted him. He pushed her tongue until they were fighting for dominance. They pulled back when oxygen was needed and panted. Looking into each other’s eyes, smiling. Holding back tears.
He brushed her cheek, and intertwined his calloused fingers with her pink, messed locks.
“ Lets not make too much noise and wake Sarada.” She told him earning a nod from him.
He rucked her shirt up, uncovering her body and leaving her only in her panties. Revealing her silky, smooth skin. No matter how many times he’d see her naked, he could never stop a faint blush from appearing on his cheeks. Sometimes, his ears would burn when he’d touch her skin, sometimes fire would lit in his belly when he’d give her breasts a squeeze.
She did the same and undressed him leaving him in his boxers. He helped her lay down on the king sized bed of their room until her back touched the soft surface.
With his knee between her thighs, he towered his body over hers, supporting his weight on his lone arm.
Leaning close to her, he buried his face in the crook of her neck, taking in the familiar, calming fragrance. She brought him closer to her body, legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his strong shoulders. She frantically kissed his temple while he placed a trail of kisses from her throat to her shoulders. Dipping his tongue into her collarbone, nuzzling his nose against her skin.
Her wet lips travelled from his temple to his jawline, tasting his very familiar taste while her hands got lost in the deep forest of his dark locks, bringing him closer and closer by the second.
His tongue roamed the skin of her shoulders down to the origin of her breasts. His hands travelled the skin around her waist and the softness of her toned stomach making her shiver at the contact. He massaged one of her breasts, making her arch her back. She was soft and silky. He gave it a gentle squeeze making her moan.
He didn’t know when he’d be able to listen to those content moans again. The moans that would always end up satisfying him, the moans that would take away all his tiredness.
He carefully took one of her pink, erected mounds in his hot, wet mouth. Her body quivered at the contact but she pulled him closer by his hair. He flicked his tongue over the surface, getting lost in the coziness he was receiving.
She kissed his hair, pleading for more while he played with her other breast. She had no idea about when was it going to be the time when she’d feel this way again. Making love with the only person who had her heart. It felt heavenly to her and at the same time painful. It was sure going to be a lot more difficult than she had thought. To live alone, without Sasuke by her side, was unimaginable to her. But somehow, she was going to do it.
For his sake.
For their daughter’s sake.
He pulled back to look into her eyes only to be met by an expression he couldn’t quite understand at first, but knowing his wife, tears along with a smile on her face, was the countenance she’d show when she’s determined to do something difficult.
He kissed her nose and wiped away the tear that had escaped her eye. Pressing his forehead against her, he sighed before speaking.
“ you don’t have to be worried, Sakura.”
“ I’m not worried. I just want you to do what you have to, that’s all.” She assured him. “ You can leave the rest to me.” She smiled.
“ I know.” He smiled back at her. And even in the dark, she could feel that honest smile of his, lighting her dimed world.
She kissed him again. Running her tongue over his lips, passionately, lusciously and he answered her needs with much more desire. She pushed his lower lip until both their tongues were dancing along with the rhythmic beat of their love. She belonged to him and he belonged to her. Overwhelmed by the immense pleasure, she unconsciously bit his tongue, making him moan, which left her totally speechless. He moaned tranquilly in her ear and it was for the first time that she had heard him make a voice as such and it left her completely satisfied.
She pulled back to stare him in the eye while he tried his best to hide the crimson blush on his cheeks.
She chuckled, cupping his face.
He pouted, looking away.
The voice of a baby- their baby, crying brought them back to the world. Their little, ten months old daughter was up at 3 am in the morning.
It ached his heart to realize he wouldn’t be able to hear her cries, squeaks and giggles again. He felt culpable. He was left guilt-ridden and most of all, he felt empty. He wouldn’t wake up to his little Uchiha’s yelps again. He wouldn’t wake up by his wife’s side again, the woman he had learned to love. He wouldn’t be at home again.
The thought alone was enough to penetrate daggers into his throat. It felt as if a sharp steel knife was cutting his wind pipe. He couldn’t breathe, but he had to live for the sake of others. He had to live for them, so that he’d one day return to them, so that one day he’d return home.
“ Trust me, Sasuke-kun. It’ll be alright. I’ve promised you.” And her smile was all the remedy that he needed.
Even if he’d be a million miles away, he wouldn’t ever be alone. For his heart was connected to hers. And he’d eternally be grateful for that.

RivaMika Week Day 5 - Calor, Dolor, Rubor,Tumor, Functio laesa

Title: Calor, Dolor, Rubor, Tumor, Functio laesa
Fandom: Shingeki no Kyojin
Rivaille x Mikasa Ackerman
Not for minors okay. I mean really no don’t read it they are doing it. The whole time. [Rated R]
Mikasa loves training in the middle of the night, when there is no one to watch her, but this time she had a visitor. Her mentor Rivaille who does not only correct her fighting stance, but also teach her entirely different things.

A/N: Okay guys, I finally did it. I finished my first smut ever. And let me tell you I went through hell and came back with new magical powers. In short I got the OTP feels and then the high you get when you are so goddamn proud of something you created.
So I goddamn hope you like it. (and I hope I did this right,… fulfilling the promt requirement and all…)

It was midnight when they met in the training hall. It was just the two of them, barely any light, but the moonlight that shone through the big open windows.

“It’s late Ackerman.” he said. Watching her vigorously beating, kicking and punching the training dummies in the hall. She did not react. Not even when he stood behind her, correcting her fighting stance. She felt his breath against her neck, instead of verbally instructing her like he normally did, he used his hands to guide her.

“You are off balance.” he whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Rivaille slid his hands under her loose shirt, gliding over her abs, enjoying the feeling of her sculpted stomach. “Your center of gravity is here.” To accentuate where exactly, he firmly pressed his hand on the area. “And you need to push it a bit back.” he explained and pushed her stomach and her hips backwards.

With that there was not a single inch left between them. Mikasa took a deep breath, trying to control the sudden increase of her heartbeat. Both dared not to say a thing, exactly knowing what they both desired in this very moment.

“Heichou?” Mikasa broke the silence. But she was quickly shushed by the man, who now gently but firmly turned her around, so they were facing each other. He put his right index finger on her lips, smirking. Mikasa slowly breathed out, relishing in the moment. They just stood there looking into each others eyes, silently asking for permission to what was following next.

Rivaille slid his finger slowly down to her chin, down her throat, resting his slender fingers at her collarbone. Mikasa’s breathing slightly increased, she felt her whole body shuffling it’s weight towards Rivaille and his fingers, as if he was pulling invisible strings. Obediently she turned her head to the side a bit, to grant him access to the crook of her neck.

He smiled. “So obedient.” he mumbled, making her blush. She knew she was giving in to the temptation, but she did not hate it. Not now, she wanted to be owned by him completely. He superseded his fingers with his lips and started to slowly place tender kisses along her collarbone, moving upwards. He rested long on each spot, pressing his lips gently against her hot skin. This caused Mikasa to adjust her breathing to his kissing pace. When he dipped in for another kiss, she breathed in, when he stayed on the spot, she held her breath and only when he moved to kiss another spot she dared to breath out.

But something was bothering her. He was at her neck, almost below her earlobe, but he couldn’t kiss any higher due to the height difference. Rivaille, who was painfully aware of this, was about to kiss his way down again, but was interrupted by Mikasa uttering “Shorty.” harshly. His reaction was easy but had a great impact. He kicked one of her feet away, causing her to fall onto the blue mats. It still hurt her, even if they cushioned the blow to some extend, but she had no time to think about the pain, since Rivaille was already on top of her, pressing his lips onto hers.

She felt the world disappear around her. Nothing else mattered. No one else existed. It was just the two of them alone in the universe. His experienced kisses, were firm but at the same time very passionate and soft. She wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling him closer. Rivaille then took her lower lip between his and gently sucked them, before he broke the kiss to look at Mikasa.

She wanted him, she wanted him so bad, she was slowly getting angry that he was so gentle with her. Mikasa enjoyed the attention from him, but she needed him to be rough, to show her her place like he used to do so many times. And this is exactly what he was able to read in her mischievous glance.

A playful huff passed his lips as he dived down to nibble on her earlobe. Mikasa let out moan, but quickly regained her control and kept silent. She provoked him purposely to make him show his fangs. And he did. He roughly bit into the crook of her neck, making her scream in excitement. “Don’t challenge me Ackerman.” he said in his husky voice licking the place he bit before.

Mikasa closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath again, the sensation flooded her whole brain, making her unable to think of anything else than him, and how he would feel like between her legs. She wanted to touch him, feel him, but at the same time she wanted to be touched more, wanting him to look at her and only at her. She needed to possess him but wanted to be owned equally. Mikasa moved her hands from his neck down to his shoulders, clumsily tugging at the fabric of his shirt. He immediately understood and raised his upper body to remove it. Now that he sat on her lap, she got aware of his hard member.

But her attention soon was drawn to his naked sculpted chest in front of her. The moonlight perfectly accentuated every muscle. She couldn’t resist and ran her fingers over it, obviously fascinated even if she saw him shirtless countless times already. “It must be the moonlight,” she thought, absentmindedly caressing his chest. Rivaille forcefully grabbed her wrists and pulled them over hear head, to pin her down. It bothered him that she was not paying attention to him, but his looks.

His head close to her ear again he whispered: “Look only at me, think of only me and only concentrate on the pleasure I give you.” Steady hands slid under her shirt, fulfilling the promise, making their way to her bra to cup her breast. “Rivaille.”, Mikasa moaned pushing him to hurry up. She already arched her back upwards to grant him access to the closure of the bra. He smirked. “I don’t think so.”

“Rivaille!”, Mikasa was outraged, she needed him. Now. Mikasa ferociously flipped him over, so that she was on top now. She breathed heavily now, only getting angrier hearing his wholehearted laugh. Only now she realized that it was too easy to get him off her. Her confused face was too cute to bear, he thought, so that he couldn’t help but cup her face with one of his hands and pulling her down to kiss her. It took her breath away. She wondered how he became such a good kisser. Rivaille growled against her lips. “Mikasa, here I am.”

This brought her back to the situation, rather than wondering what woman had him already. She took her shirt off and vigorously threw it aside, shortly followed by the bra. This was the moment he waited for. He imagined it so many times, but reality was sweeter than his imagination ever was. Her breasts were firm and nicely shaped, fitting exactly to the rest of her body. Under the uniform he could guess what she might look like, but actually seeing her waist and breasts bare before him was worth a thousand deaths.

He was still smirking, which aggravated Mikasa to a point, where she just wanted to hurt him, so he looses that smirk. Still in her sitting position, realization struck her. She sat right on his lap, his already hard member pressing against her. Now it was her time to smirk. She leaned down to kiss Rivaille, but not without unnecessarily grinding her hips against his lap. With every kiss she pushed her center against him, making him growl. She smirked between the kisses, playfully liking his lips teasing him up to the point of almost making him forgot, who initially was the master in this little game.

Almost. He pushed her down, hovering above her. A low throaty growl rolled up from Rivaille’s chest and parted his lips as they abused the flesh of Mikasa’s neck. He’d wanted this for so long – he wanted her for long, and now he wasn’t going to wait another moment. Especially because Mikasa made it pretty clear that she shared the feelings. Impatient hands gripped at the woman’s legs, tugging her up before moving to remove her pants and undergarments.

Mikasa shivered in excitement. He finally dipped down between her legs licking her so slowly she almost came from the anticipation only. He circled around her clit only to occasionally flick it with his tongue, making her twitch. Mikasa was loosing her mind, but did not let a single moan escape her mouth.

“I can’t hear you baby.” he said before sucking on her nub, which made her scream out in pleasure. He chuckled a little bit, before putting his tongue in front of her entrance, slowly licking up. Mikasa’s breath became heavier. She needed something inside her now, but he did not yet grant her that pleasure, first he made sure to make her beg for it.

He continued the teasing until he realized that she was very close to her orgasm. That was when he stopped the teasing immediately, instead rubbed her clit with his thumb, so that he could watch her. She was so close now. Her hands were roaming his body, finally gripping his shoulders. “Come for me baby.”, he whispered into her ear, increasing the pace of his thumb, until she came screaming his name. He removed his hand and brought it up to her lips, gently putting the thumb he just used, onto her lips. Mikasa immediately understood and it thrilled her to suck on his thumb, making him imagine entirely different things.

The sensation made him roll onto his back, Mikasa still sucked at his finger, when he commanded her to please him. She smirked and leaned in for a kiss before she kissed her way down. From his lips, along his jawline, down his neck and chest. Stopping shortly to suck on his nipple, but quickly moving on to kiss down his stomach. Mikasa smiled wickedly, hovering over Rivaille. She let out a soft huff of air while leaning down and pressing her lips to his exposed stomach, her hand gripping at the hem of his pants and dragging them slowly downward.

As soon as he were naked in front of her, she started to lick his erected penis. Passionately from the bottom up to the top. Rivaille was not afraid to show his excitement and let out a deep groan. Encouraged by it Mikasa took the tip into her mouth, sliding it slowly deeper inside. Suddenly though, she started to bob her head up and down quickly, driving the man crazy. In response he grabbed her by hair yanking her up, so that they’d look each other into the eye. And both knew the moment was here.

He quickly turned onto his stomach, pushing himself up with his strong arms, so that he was able to grab Mikasa at her hips. His movements were wild and demanding. Her heart was going so fast, she had troubles breathing. She was excited, thrilled and there was nothing that could stop her from welcoming that man. Obediently she threw herself onto her back, spreading her legs.

“Ass up.”, he commanded roughly, making Mikasa shiver. She never saw him ferocious like that, he usually was furious and quite bold, but this time he seemed not as composed, to be precise he was beast-like. Mikasa’s heart beat fast against her chest as she turned around and slowly lifted her ass up, so he could enter her from behind.

He first only used his fingers. Two of them slid in easily, since she was dripping wet already. “Good Girl”, he growled. Rivaille slid his fingers in and out in a manner that made Mikasa whimper because it felt so incredibly good. She felt the pressure building up, but he made sure she was not coming. He wanted to please her with his dick, making her regret she every called him a midget. “Rivaille,… please!”, she muttered not being able to stand the teasing anymore. “Tell me Mikasa.”

[A/N: sorry to interrupt ya guys but for some reason there is a part missing here. will edit asap! edit the 2nd… i wanna die my original document is broken as well and i cannot remember what i wrote for god’s sake I wanan cry…]

He slowed down a bit, using his strength to suck on Mikasa’s neck, trying hard to leave a mark. “Don’t.” she uttered. Rivaille continued anyway, needing to visibly mark her.

“Rivaille they’ll see.”
He stopped for a moment but then he realized what she meant. He bit her earlobe, whispering: “Eren is going to see, you mean?”

Mikasa was immediately tensing up as the name of her brother fell, moaning.

“That’s how you work Ackerman.”, Rivaille teased. “Do you want him to see? That I fucked you? Honey he probably heard you already.”

Mikasa couldn’t contain her feelings anymore. Truth is, she really was often fantasized about Eren catching her while masturbating, but imagining that he could hear her right now, thinking of her naked body being pleasured. She was so close now.

Suddenly Rivaille put his hands around her throat and made Mikasa gasp in surprise. He firmly tightened his grip around her neck. “It’s me you want Mikasa. Stop thinking about him while I fuck you.” He was angry, and jealous, but this only turned her on even more. In his eyes she saw nothing but pure lust and insanity. His grip around her neck loosened a bit, but still pressed air out of her lungs. “Yes Master.” she replied but was soon silenced by a rough kiss.

This was the moment when Rivaille decided he couldn’t go on for much longer, so he increased his speed only thinking about his own pleasure. She pushed her hips against his, so he’d be in her even deeper, being greatly turned on by his wild trusting. Mikasa’s body started to shake, her muscle tensed up around Rivaille’s penis, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything else. It made his head swirl, he had troubles keeping his strong trusts, when Mikasa screamed his name and scratched his back so bad it already drew blood. This is when he allowed himself to release himself in her.

Both trembled in the aftermath, but soon Rivaille got up, bothered by the sweat and body fluids sticking onto his body. “Let’s go clean up.”

Without another word he lifted her up. She instinctively wrapped her long legs around his hips, to make it easier for him to carry her. Together they made their way into the showers, still hungry for more.

anonymous asked:

As a narusasu shipper, I think I'd much rather be a "miniority ship" over a non-existent one like sasusaku anyday. There hasn't been a legit heartfelt sasusaku moment since the stone ages, ya'll are salty as fuck lmao. Stay masturbating to that one panel in over 300 chapters LOL. This whole manga is narusasu, I don't even understand how one can ship sasusaku, hate narusasu/narusasku/sasukarin and still read the manga. Just read SS fanfiction, you guys don't belong in this fandom lol

What was that about masturbating anon? You give me hate, I give you smut. 

In hindsight, he probably should have knocked. Because that was the polite thing to do. That was how he was raised. That was what normal people did—they knocked to announce their presence and to avoid situations like…

…well like this.

What the fuck had he done? He was going to be in so much trouble. This—this wasn’t…

“Mmm…” she moaned, eyes squeezed shut as she traced a hand along her stomach, while the other kept working south in slow, gentle strokes.

Jesus shit. He swallowed tightly, feeling a hot blush creeping over his neck as he watched her through the cracked open door. Even if he couldn’t see where exactly she touched down there—it was fairly obvious what she was doing. Fuck. Shit.

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Chanbaek in the V app

Chanbaek v app 12/6

Aha! Finally I stayed up long enough to actually watch Exo live! But seriously can my time please match up with Korea’s because I don’t want to do that again, but it was worth it because of the Chanbaek I say. I was so tired I almost cried because I was so happy. I’ll show you why.

When I just found out they were just sitting next to each other in the car I almost died, because it reminded me of…

Exo showtime ep 5 (sitting next to each other)

And in Exo xoxo sitting close to each other as well. There is lot more times like the fan taken ones that are adorable but it’s harder to see them so I’ll just put these little examples.

The stares again…

How Chanyeol looks at him, I can’t <3

Stolen glances. I find it funny how one would look at the other then look away then the other would look back when the other isn’t looking. Like seriously just make eye contact. Don’t worry tho, they do make eye contact.

*sigh* so cute, at least Chanyeol held his gaze this time.

Then Baek. 

They always make each other laugh. (Suho looks so lonely lol. Well that’s his fault for choosing the Chanbaek car)

I love how they always agree with each other and answer each others questions (when they can).

Chanyeol’s so excited when someone (or Baekhyun *ahem*) got the write answer. 

I love how Baekhyun is always able to make Chanyeol laugh so hysterically. *sigh* my favorite parts of chanbaek.

Plus singing tender love is legit a Chanbaek thing, and in the car too. 

Mmhmm definitely Baekhyun. Just so you know the video of them singing tender love is somewhere on Chanyeol’s Instagram, posting them singing together (like months ago but still gives me feels) is so adorable.  

Exo v app 11/27

Look at how happy they looked.

A somewhat of an adorable backhug (you can do better Park Chanyeol!)

Look at how Chanyeol was looking at Chen’s shoulder touching Baek’s its probably my delusional mind seeing this tho. Chan’s probably glad his hand was there. 

*nom* *nom* Chan wants a bite of Baek, lol look at how surprised Baek looked XD.

I remember looking at Instagram and some people were sad that Baek didn’t post a happy birthday to Chan, but when we all saw this update or whatever they call it they were probably most satisfied. I definitely was :).

Very clever Byun Baekhyun, very clever. Trying to say ‘I love you’ in the least suspicious way…very clever.

   Anyway that’s it for now ya’ll can watch these chanbaek filled videos on the v app if you already haven’t died like me from the cuteness go watch it now (not trying to threaten).  Still is it just me or is Chanbaek getting stronger like every time I ‘see’ them? It’s probably just me XD.

   Stay tuned for the next blog/rant/thing!

Tell me what you hate of yourself, so I may kiss it sweetly

One shot:

The sun sank, disappearing in the pink and orange hues of the skyline, scattered with the large spruce trees of the forest.

“Naruto you can’t come with me…I have to do this alone… ”

It felt like déjà vu no doubt.

Sasuke almost shoveled his feet, a habit that died along with his clan but still somehow always came about in conversations with this o n e particular boy.

Said boy who was currently glaring into him with all the fervent stubbornness one would expect.

“Then stay here, but …”

….Don’t leave me…. Please.

Don’t go again, not when I just got you back…

Too soft, too thoughtful to word. The expression was left loose but it hung in the air, it’s scent potent with its hidden meanings.

The translation was not lost to once
“nuke nin.”

Now hero?

He could scoff.

;The silence stretched on. Two powerful bodies facing each other, the only thing passing between them was the autumn air. Beneath, a cooling tension, arisen to flames by angry gusts of wind.

Here he was again, dragging everything from him.

"Naruto…” He sighed around the name, like a caress.

How many times had he…

It was a blush that formed across his high cheek bones, Naruto wondered at it curiously but said nothing.

Of course, the amount of times Sasuke had whispered the others name in silent prayer was going to be an embarrassing thought.

Not that Naruto wouldn’t understand. All Naruto could do during Sasuke’s absence was whisper his name, shout it, declare to stand by it always. If their names became a prayer, Naruto had certainty been the one to make this religion.

Sasuke had tried hard to put an end to it. Anything to stop the way Naruto would look at him. How his eyes would always soften when he stared. Why did he have to look at him like that? It served as the massive wounds in his reasons to stay and reasons to go;

Stay, because Naruto loves him.

Leave, because Naruto doesn’t love him the same.

Was that really why? And was that a good enough of a reason? Was it because he couldn’t stomach the idea of Naruto leaving him behind this time, of having his own family, marrying a girl. Surely he could.

Hm. Not like they could love as him. Naruto was… Everything.

"It’s not the same as last time. It’s not a danger to me or the village if I stay or if I go. I’m not your teammate, we are… Going to have to eventually go our separate paths. Wouldn’t you agree?”

The speech sounded ill on his own tongue.

How Naruto had been perceptive to that was unknown but his brows furrowed in frustration.

"Why would you think I would agree with something so stupid when I spent all those years chasing you down to bring you back home?


Unconsciously Sasuke’s fingers went to touch the headband he kept tucked at his side. The one Naruto kept all that time….all those years…

Sasuke smiled despite himself.

And there - there was that look again as Naruto gave a small smile of his own.

As blue eyes peeled over every inch of Sasuke’s pale features, the slight curve of his gentle lips.

Gentle did not fit. It looked gentle, angelic, even. Knowledge and experience told a different story. That was not the sculptured lips of any angel, but of a fallen God. Scrupulous of its new world. Eyes always a little suspicious.

But….Not now. Now, they were soft, a gleam which forbid the tenderness he felt.

“You did bring me home.” Sasuke let himself say it.

It was vague enough to convey just what he wanted without decking out any of his last cards.

True to Sasuke’s memory of him, the sentence made the sunshine boy grin broadly. Sasuke could groan at the brilliance of earning that smile from him, that one which rivaled the sun in its glory, it’s beauty, it’s ethereal and metaphorical connection to all that is grand and pure.

But it faded quicker now. Naruto had gotten smarter in some aspects. More keen on subtext.

“I don’t understand why then-“ He admitted, scratching the back of his head.

Apparently not that much brighter though, and Sasuke titled his head back slightly and laughed a little at him.

Blue eyes narrowed “What teme? What’s so damn funny? I’m being serious.”

“To be honest Naruto, that is part of what’s funny. You just really don’t get it do you… At all…

"Hn.” Sasuke mused, for all this boys cleverness, he was still a ditz.

Naruto almost smacked himself with his own hand.

“No I obviously do not get it. So why don’t you show me?”

Sasuke’s eyes widened at that.

Oh god, he thought. Why those words of all them?

Naruto was unconsciously the most self destructive person on this planet when it came to Sasuke.

The invitation in his words were true to form. Naruto didn’t know what to expect from Sasuke, ever. He didn’t assume to know his feelings anymore either.

Sasuke closed the distance so quickly it would have fallen short of even Itatchi’s senses had it been anyone other than Sasuke. As it was, Naruto could feel his heat shift closer, every nerve aware and on fire as the flame drew nearer.

It would be a perfect time to kiss him. To rip that blonde hair in his fingers and violently smack his lips into the others, so no misunderstanding could be made.

Yet Sasuke was met with his own hesitation.

The close proximity of their faces did nothing to their demeanor, they had always been at each other’s throats (quite literally) so it made no sense for this time to be different.

But shit, it was. And as such, Naruto could feel the same rush of heat crawl through his very being, as his heart began to stutter.

"Naruto … I want you to know. Above anyone. I want you to know how special…”

Instead of attempting to complete this declaration. Knowing impossibility of translating such a feeling. Sasuke opted out. Letting only the bare tips of his fingers trace along Naruto’s jaw.

He wasn’t one for the flowery words. But if he was going to leave he’d give himself this. He’d allow his hands the sweetness of tan skin.

The blondes eyes dilated, a shallow and caught breath lay deep in his chest. Sasuke’s hands felt so wonderfully…good and he was suddenly very selfish for more. Always more.

Sasuke could see this in Naruto, the contentment and still sheer ignorance of the act as he cuddled into the hand, welcoming the contact.

He hummed, happily as Sasuke let his fingers run through the golden array of hair.

Quite to Sasuke’s surprise Naruto gripped his wrists, harshly.

“I can’t, I don’t, I won’t watch you leave again. Not alone….”

Naruto gulped, but looked directly into his very first friends onyx eyes.

“What the hell do you have to do alone? If this is some redemption crap Sasuke… I’m never going to let you leave because of what this village did to you… To us. Stay and help me fix it. You saved this village even after it took everything from you and if you think I’m going to let you wander this world alone as some sort of self punishment then you’ll have to fight me -”

Naruto was caught off by the surprisingly warm lips of the ninja currently gripping at his shirt and dragging their chests together.

A wet tongue softly begged entrance and Naruto hungrily accepted.

Breaths turned harsh as hands tangled in hair, entire bodies flushed and pressed hard to each other.

Sasuke moaned in the kiss as Naruto backed him into a tree, hard. Tan hands sliding down his side to grip harshly at Sasuke’s hips, enough force to leave bruises surely, Naruto rubbed himself against him. The hardness of them both meeting, showing just how delicious this was to them both.

“Fuck… Naruto.” The ragged tone of Sasuke’s words sent the blonde ablaze.

Gripping his jaw, Naruto forced himself access to Sasuke’s neck, lapping at the flesh there, only to bite down and leave a trail of kisses up to his ear.

“I think now is a good time to reconsider your choice to leave me again, Baka.”

(To be continued maybe)

I honestly wish that we talked more about how Stein clearly gave Spirit PTSD. I mean, think about it: Stein committed an absolute atrocity against Spirit. He cut him open, violating him, for 5 years. Likely, he drugged him on the regular, and probably gaslighted him to make Spirit believe that his scars were the result of battles and not of Stein’s experimentation. Stein’s name ALONE had Spirit on tears, on the verge of a panic attack. 

Stein showed approx. 0 remorse for this, too. His first reaction when he sees Spirit is to joke that he switched his toes around and questioning how his relationship with his wife is, knowing damn well they divorced and Spirit is upset about it. Stein has very, VERY little care for Spirit’s wellbeing, and I love Stein, because he gets BETTER as the series progresses (and there are characters he shows genuine care and tenderness toward, like his students and of course Marie), but that’s still incredibly messed up.

Coincidently, it shows Spirit’s good sides EVEN more. Because despite all that abuse, Spirit is willing to, not forget, but to forgive (or, at least, to believe in Stein’s goodness), for the sake of the good of the world and the good of his daughter and the good of everyone around him. And so it’s framed as a joke. Spirit’s terror is swept under the rug. But do not be mistaken that Spirit is GENUINELY scared of Stein, and genuinely scared of what he will do. And yet he still CARES about him on some level. When Stein is framed for murder, despite knowing Stein had EVERY reason to be the killer, considering the man’s history, and the fact that Joe was going on a date with Marie, a woman Stein is particularly close to, Spirit still TRUSTED him. I feel like we don’t talk about that scene in the graveyard enough. Not just in regards to Stein seeing Marie, and the obvious love and affection he has for her, but in the way that Stein’s friends all believed in him, and defied their GOD so he could run and clear his name. Nygus and Sid and Spirit have every reason to doubt Stein, EVERY reason, and yet they don’t.

But, even still, it seems more as though Spirit cares for Stein in the way that a teacher would care for an unruly child, or a responsible sibling would care for their very destructive, both self and otherwise, sibling. Their friendship is rocky, and murky, and it has every reason to be. I know it’s easy, and I do it, too, to paint Stein and Spirit as this funny, goofy pair, where Stein is all pranks and morbid jokes and monotone, and Spirit is the class prince who is exasperated with his friend, but there is real fear in Spirit regarding Stein.

And, not to shoehorn my otp in here, but this is why Stein’s romantic relationship with Marie is SO important, because Stein never touches Marie with anything but tenderness. He has hurt, quite frankly, EVERYONE around him in some way. He literally beats up his students. He does it out of love. But still. He scares them and throws scalpels at people like TSUBAKI. He brought Sid back from the dead, KNOWING he would never be the same. He has done something to make Nygus warn Marie, concerned about her going with him. But, to Stein, hurting Marie is OFF LIMITS. He does not and cannot hurt her. He can hurt his students. He can hurt his friends. He can hurt his greatest friend, Spirit, in various horrible, sickening and sad ways, but showing Marie malice is unthinkable for him.

And that’s part of what makes Stein such an amazing, well-rounded, complex character, but he has done some awful stuff, honestly. I just wish we talked about how terrible he was to Spirit, and that, even in the end, the way Spirit regards Stein, more like his child than his friend (”I take care of you more than I take care of my own daughter”) is still not a healthy, comfortable friendship.

otpprompts prompt: An Alternate Universe (or AU) where Person A is a robot, and Person B is a mechanic. As Person B is walking through an alley they find Person A. They take Person A back to their home and fix them if necessary. Person B soon finds out that Person A escaped from an evil company, and Person B chooses to protect Person A. (Bonus points and kudos to you if Person B falls in love with Person A without realizing it.)

“As round the form his art had wrought
Pygmalion’s yearning arms were thrown,
Till life from love the statue caught,
And feeling glowed beneath the stone;
So, Nature, in my loving arms,
And with my young desire, I prest;
Till, warm’d to breath and living charms,
She kindled at my Poet’s breast.”
—”The Ideals,” Fredrick von Schiller (translation of E. Bulwer Lytton)

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A Night Of Poetry (a Marvey oneshot)

Harvey was never the poetic type – never had been, never would be. He appreciated poetry at a certain level, had read some of them, maybe even owned some poetry books. But he read it, never recited it. Not that he was unromantic, or indifferent to it, he just wasn’t fascinated by it like others were – like Louis, for example.

He wasn’t fit for serenades underneath balconies, or dramatic confessions of love right before the inevitable climax of a fight. He wasn’t the kind of person that would stoop in front of his lover in the middle of a crowded street, ring in hand and emotions bare for the world to see. 

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granpappy-winchester  asked:


I have a bad habit of getting asks like these and then giving WAY MORE THAN WAS EVER ASKED OF ME but I’m gonna be chill about this and just give you FIVE OKAY LET’S DO THIS:


They go from being ferocious, vicious killers to literally snuggling each other in an instant. Will is the lamb who can also be a lion, Hannibal is the lion who can also be a lamb, and they balance each other out perfectly in this moment. And the fact that they can use their hands to both brutalize others and then touch each other with such reverence makes me feel things I have no names for.


Which also happened to be the time that Hannibal stopped Will from killing a Hannibal-stand-in and literally could not have been more in love with him than in that moment. This scene is worth an entire meta all its own, but I find myself utterly fascinated by it every single time because Hannibal stops Will from killing, he is genuinely concerned for his wellbeing, and Will really seems more interested in the simple act of violence itself than in wanting to kill someone because it would feel like killing Hannibal.

And then Hannibal grabs him by the neck and literally how did they not kiss during this scene tell me hOW


“Bones and all?” COULD THEY POSSIBLY GET MORE SUGGESTIVE WITH THIS I MEAN REALLY and then they talk about killing and Hannibal talks about Will’s radiance and again I have never seen someone so grossly in love in my life.


Possibly some of my favorite dialogue between them in the entire series. “Where does the difference between the past and the future come from?” “Mine? Before you, and after you.” IT GETS ME EVERY. SINGLE. TIME.


Because go watch it and then go watch their last scene together in 3x13 and sob your eyes out my friend LOOK HOW FAR WE HAVE COME 

anonymous asked:

Can you write something about aokaga where aomine gets really frustrated by how oblivious kagami is to his advances, to other people advances and to how fucking charming he is

This is so freaking cute nonnie! ^^ I hope this is what you had in mind, enjoy!


“Wanna Netflix and chill?”


Aomine can feel his determination soar. Today’s the day. He’s finally going to tell Kagami and hopefully show him how he feels. (It pisses him off that Kagami still thinks Netflix and chill means nothing but watching Netflix and eating popcorn.)

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Our Endless Numbered Days (1/1)

A/N: Modern AU with gratuitous fluff because we deserve that much. Title taken from Iron & Wine’s album.

Summary: FitzSimmons adopt a crippled mutt. Or: for four seasons he has loved her.

Rating: G.


It is summer and everything about this city is fickle, from its weather to its heart.

The rain takes Fitz by surprise when he leaves the lab for lunch, a drizzle that’s not enough to drench but is mildly inconvenient to hollowed-out office workers in search of a meal and maybe some life purpose. Still, he opens up his umbrella as he walks.

The pitter-patter of rain thrums against the plastic canopy, louder, louder still. On the sidewalk is a girl half kneeling, half squatting, holding out a yellow umbrella that barely covers her, the back of her shirt soaking wet. Pedestrians hurry past in their nine-to-five carelessness. He’s about to do the same thing.

Except he sees this: a crippled mutt shivering at her feet, underneath her umbrella.

In two seconds he’s by her side. In three seconds she’s looking up to find his umbrella over her head.

He wipes the rain from his eyes, shakes it out of his hair, manages a lopsided grin full of crystallized raindrops and not enough grace. For a brief second he thinks that to her, he must look as pitiful as this dog.

The rain lets up. Sunlight avalanches out from behind dark clouds, and the damp air smells disgustingly of car exhaust and dusty streets.

No matter.

The girl scratches the dog behind its ears and stands up. “Thank you,” she smiles.

He blinks. Yellow umbrella. Sunlight. A concrete city softened by her smile. His heart itches like it’s demanding to be touched.

He doesn’t answer straight away; he takes her out for lunch instead.

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anon asked: Fic: Cosima says “I love you” to Delphine the first time

There’s a pinch as the needle bites into Cosima’s arm, slides into place in her vein, and Delphine pushes the plunger, delivering the payload. They both deflate minutely, releasing some breath they did not know they carried, feeling the weight they did know all too well begin to ease just a little bit from their bowed shoulders. 


Long months of tears, and laughter; of fighting, and making up again; of coughing, and blood, and tears, and tears, and tears, and this tiny syringe is what they have to show for it. This tiny syringe makes it all worth it.

Delphine retracts the needle and gingerly presses her thumb to the injection site, glancing at Cosima’s face searchingly. But her head is bowed slightly, unreadable, staring at the same spot on her arm. 

“That’s it,” she says.

Delphine chances a smile, a new little thing still trying to find its legs. “That’s it,” she echoes.

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It kind of hurt a bit more, this last one he’s got done. He thinks that maybe he’s overdone things a bit in such a short amount of time because his skin feels raw, and rough, and beaten but he supposes he likes it that way.

He’s always liked the idea of permanence, and although the sting of the needle will eventually fade, the ink won’t, and he’s glad for it.

When he looks down, his skin’s pink and tender around the new tattoo. He’s not supposed to touch but he can’t help it anyway, and when he presses his finger down on the capital d, he can’t help wincing at the pain.

It’s kind of beautiful, in a sort of ironic and darkly humorous way, that this is how they’ve all chosen to be. To act. To rebel. To show. I love you, I love you, I love you, and something just a little more that he can’t quite grasp just yet. He hopes that’s what Zayn sees when he looks at the ink he’s covered his body with.

He likes it now thougha bit too much as well, probablythe pain he feels whenever he gets something done. He likes the symbolism, he guesses, the kind Zayn’s always talking about, whispering against his skin at night while he traces over Liam’s feather tattoo.

It’s funny, isn’t it? it always hurts with the first touch of the needle, but you get used to it eventually, and afterwards you’ve got thisthis thing that just means so much to you. And all the price you had to pay was a little pain.

He’s always wondered whether Zayn was going on about just the ink or something else they never really quite liked talking about outside the safety of their beds, and the dark, and the quiet, but he’s never asked because he’s fairly sure he knows the answer.

It was never really a thing they planned, the matching of tattoos and the inking so that it could easily be connected to the other if one only looked hard enough, and to be honest he doesn’t know how it started. He just remembers being silenced, and knowing that it was never going to be enough for him. He remembers telling Zayn quietly one night, underneath the thick of the blankets, and enveloped in each other’s warmth, that all the pieces they’ve ever got done just proved how loud they could be in the only kind of quiet they did not seek.

He pulls his finger away and his skin pales around the area where he pushed just a bit too hard. He smiles as the bruising color fades away, and he knows how cheesy he’s being, getting this particular piece done.

Zayn told him so when he said what he was planning on getting. Aren’t you just the biggest sap? he said even as he gave him the look that Liam keeps telling him echoes every word of his ink.

I want it. Want our beginning on my skin, as this ends. Want to know that I’ve had this, you, justeverything, since then.

You’ve had me, of course you’ve always had me.

I know. And now I get to show the world too, yeah?

He’s always liked the idea of permanence, and he thinks, as he traces over the letters with his eyes, that that’s what he’s missed it say.

I love you, I love you, I love you. You are permanent.

Not Everyone Ships CARYL But Those Who Do Ship It Well

The life of a shipper in any fandom is not an easy one, mantra applies to all ships, including the precious few that ultimately reach canon waters and that is mostly because the journey to get there is almost always frought with heartbreak, complications and sometimes impossible odds.

The life of a shipper in TWD fandom is even more difficult because the nature of the show itself and it’s tendency to eliminate (kill) key players quite frequently, makes the usual shipping concerns pale in comparison with the constant concern about whether or not your OTP will live to see the next episode let alone work out their relationship problems.
The life of a TWD shipper in the midst of a ship war where spoilers, speculation and TPTB “trolling” are running rampant and unchecked, on top of all the traditional shipping worries is definitively not for the faint of heart.

The uncertain atmosphere and tension in the TWD fandom is not unusual but lately the rivalry between ships seems to have taken a life of its own and the hateful negativity and contempt thrown around has made the situation and feeling even among its own shippers kind of unbearable and even downright mean.

Shipping CARYL has never been an easy task,

Carol and Daryl’s “slow-burn” journey and personal tragedy have broken many a hearts along the way BUT their spark managed to survive all obstacles and essentially grow stronger and closer with each moment shared together.

As much as I am completely over Normans standard response “damaged people gravitate towards damaged people” and his wish for “awkward moments in between” if I am completely honest with myself I can understand his desire for it and even agree that the relationship route he is describing is much more interesting and powerful to watch.

A lot of what attracts me to CARYL is essentially the uniqueness and complexity of the bond between two underestimated people that have the potential to fight and angst their way into happiness together.

I cheer for them because I know what it’s like to feel broken and to have the innate desire to find the “person” who doesn’t necessarily complete you but helps you become complete.

Daryl and Carol have been associated as “together” without canon or physical confirmation because the interactions they had communicated to the audience that their presence influenced the other in a powerful emotional way and had spurred one another’s transformation into something “more” than what was assumed.

For example in Season 2 Daryl takes the lead to go and “question” Randall into giving him information about his base group and when he reports to Rick Carol’s face shows clear disappointment about the way he choose to accomplish this task.

Carol wanted Daryl to become a solid part of the group because she knew he needed them as much as they needed him BUT she also knew that he was and could be much more than just the hired “henchmen” that handled the dirty jobs (something he did with Merle as well).

She wanted Daryl to expect more from himself because he was capable of being more than what he resigned himself to be - in other words Carol was trying to spur his growth as a person because she unlike Rick had seen him in a different light, as a man that didn’t need to live under someone else’s shadow.

Most importantly she challenged and called him out on it and told him in no uncertain terms that he was “more” than what he was settling for.

One aspect of CARYL that looks like it had remained unexplored are the traditional “romantic” overtures of hollywood love we are used to seeing on our TV screens.
Aside from the fact that we are dealing with a zombie apocalypse world, the seemingly lack of “kissy-kissy” scenes and relationship cliches drummed into our minds from societal norms is yet another aspect of Carol and Daryl’s bond that separates it from the “expected” way romantic love is suppose to be expressed.

The regularities of “boy and girl” coupling dictates certain ways that the audience is programmed to recognize romance on TV and aside from specifically scripted grand gestures, some kind of physical moment or dramatic wordy expression is meant to give us “aww it’s love” realization.

With Glenn and Maggie those intimately sweet moments are beautiful to say the least but because they are “overplayed” everywhere else they are not particularly memorable or all that moving for us. They love each other it’s plain and simple! Very little dimension or depth exists when it comes to their dynamic which is why at this point their “coupling” seems to have fused them together with very little regard to their personal individuality.

Daryl and Carols scenes are ambiguous, punctuated with gentle touches and gestures and often unspoken but still fraught with emotional ferocity that doesn’t necessarily show love but makes you feel it.
Even when CARYL moves into the Glenn and Maggie territory I personally can’t see Daryl or Carol transforming the way they express their love and appreciation for one another in such a open, un-guarded “normal” way.
Daryl will never star in his own romance novel and I think the majority of Carylers would agree with that sentiment, mostly because it would OOC and losing the signature tender awkwardness between him and Carol would also lose some of the magic that exists and pulls on our heart strings today.

This depth, complexity, emotional vulnerability and “non-traditional” love expression of the CARYL bond in itself makes the Daryl and Carol attraction perhaps a little less universal than some other “ship couples” and as such entices a certain type of perception level shipper.

Basically what that means is that it takes a certain type of individual and a certain level of commitment to be able to appreciate the unique connection between these two “damaged people” and a level of emotional maturity to not just recognize their “moments” but also to remain patiently devoted to the times in between.

CARYL is not easy to ship and stick with - the slow-burn attribute demands waiting around for progression, the emotionally compromised mentality of both Carol and Daryl means that their relationship approach is less overt and less expressive AND the abusive past they lived through has left them guarded and in Daryl’s case even a little socially inept which ultimately will cause both to go back-and-forth on how much of their relationship should be known or how much should be hidden.
In other words Daryl will not be Glenn - he won’t express love in a physical way in front of the group, he won’t express his love verbally too often either, he won’t be hanging on to Carols every whim and he certainly won’t quite know what to do with her or what to expect from her when he finally has her as his very own.
But I know he will love her with everything he has, just as he does today, only he’ll have an additional way to communicate it to her.

The only constant for Carol and Daryl throughout their journey was the presence of the other to understand, nurture, support and accept each other unconditionally.

It is this emotional aspect of CARYL that makes their connection so meaningful for their shippers and the healing potential for two people most worthy of finding love and happiness is what has bound most of us to this relationship.

Carol and Daryl have transformed their “personhood” in the most dramatic of ways and have done so individually by changing their own and the others expectations of themselves, achieving personal strength they didn’t know they possessed on their own and challenging each other to become what they never thought was possible while they were under the thumb of those that supposedly “loved them”.

Our protectiveness of this bond and fierceness of devotion stems from seeing the powerful potential of deepening this relationship and just how much Carol and Daryl’s emotional baggage could finally be healed by solidifying what already exists between them and finally acknowledging that after a lifetime of turmoil the painful tethering that bound them could both set them free and give them to a truly safe place to fall.

Personally I acknowledge and respect “other” ships but I will always vehemently defend the depth CARYL has over the other relationships and my own perception of them.

My connection and recognition of the pain Carol and Daryl have suffered even before the dead started roaming the earth, yearns for them to finally have their own happy ending, to finally have something and someone to call their “own”, someone that loves, accepts, supports and understands them unconditionally…
Before TWD Gods decide that their time is up I simply want both of them to know that to somebody they were important, that they mattered and that they were worthy of every single second of that love and affection.

If anyone has earned and deserved something good in that world then it’s certainly them…

Being A CARYL shipper is hard…but the reward for it sometime soon will make it all worthwhile!

CARYL On My Lovelies - The Best Is Yet To Come



Fandom: Free!
Pairing: HaruRin
Word Count: 2.107
Prompt: things you said when we were on top of the world, for @oikawasstooru​ ♡

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“When they ask you if you’ve got anyone you like, forget about saying water, you hear me? Wouldn’t want them locking you up right after your first medal.”

Haru rolls his eyes at the predictable jab, but he can’t find it in himself to feel affronted. At the contrary, he feels rather feather-light; an all too familiar thrill building up inside him and making the edges of his lips curl up with amusement and something else entirely.

And maybe that’s why he says it.

“Then, I’ll say Rin.”

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p96822  asked:

Are you in love with narusaku

NaruSaku is an awesome pairing, and I have nothing but wonderful things to say about it, as well as many feels from it.  

Since you’ve activated my fangirl mode with your question, I’m going to list several reasons as to why it quickly became my OTP for this series and why I can’t rave on about it enough: 

1- Naruto and Sakura mutually respect and support one another. From early on in the series, Sakura has shown a great deal of support for Naruto’s dream. Initially, she was one of the naysayers, just like their classmates, because Naruto was just unruly and didn’t know how to show his full potential, which manifested itself in him being a loud brat who resorted to showy ploys with no substance to get attention. She quickly discarded that attitude and was arguably the first of their classmates who had a changed attitude about him and vocally expressed her support, especially when it came to his desire for becoming Hokage. She even was willing to throw the Chuunin exams for his sake, just to protect his precious dream. 

Needless to say, we’ve seen during the CPR sequence that her desire to see his accession to the title has remained and possibly became even stronger. 

On his end, Naruto was very vocal in his support for Sakura from the beginning, and his faith in her abilities hasn’t wavered one bit. He respects and even fears her for it. XD

2- They mutually bring out the best in one another. Arguably, Naruto and Sakura have undergone a lot of growth throughout the course of the story, and I think it’s fair to say that they’ve been a part of each other’s growth, even if they weren’t the primary factor in it- well, for every aspect of it, anyway.

While Naruto, during Part I, learned to be more receptive to the feelings of others overall and started to be able to connect with them (e.g. in his fight against Gaara), one aspect of his growth that we get to see in him, thanks to his bond with Sakura, is his increasing selflessness. We especially see this multiple times when it comes to Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke, when Naruto, despite his feelings for Sakura, is willing to help her reach her happiness with him, if that’s what she truly wants. The most notable example of this, of course, the promise of a lifetime.

Sakura, herself, is a team seven-centric character. Her development is largely based upon being inspired by everyone in it and doing her best to be a strong, fully functional member of the team. However, it is Naruto who really provides the basis of her positive development. He gives her the most hope and encouragement out of everyone, consistently, when it comes to realizing all of the development that has stemmed from everything happening around them. 

3- Going off of point 2, they are mutually selfless around one another. They are willing to sacrifice so much for each other and just want to see the other person happy and safe. From Sakura wanting to see Naruto become Hokage to Naruto wanting to be supportive in Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke, it’s obvious that there’s nothing they wouldn’t do for each other. 

Of course, there are some times that this has some negative consequences, such as Sakura’s desire to kill Sasuke behind Naruto’s back, a decision that mostly stemmed from her wanting to help Naruto after seeing him carry such a large burden, and Naruto taking a series of nasty punches and kicks from Karui, which partly was to reduce Sakura’s distress by protecting Sasuke. Naturally, it would be more ideal, if they could communicate about every little thing and try to work it out together, but this just serves as another development point for their relationship in the future. But, then again, actions speak louder than words, and what they’ve done speaks volumes about how far they’re willing to go to preserve each other’s happiness.  

4- They’ve saved one another numerous times, which is simply beautiful to read/watch. Naturally, you want to protect your most precious person at any cost, and Naruto and Sakura have always done whatever they could to help each other. This ties back into them wanting to do whatever they can to protect each other. 

5- They’ve essentially become constants in each other’s lives. They have gone through so much together. This has allowed for them to not only become major sources of support for one another, but they have also been able to see growth in their relationship, since they’ve matured a great deal together. I’ve actually done several posts on this matter before, but many subtleties in Kishi’s writing confirm they’re most present in the personal aspects of each other’s lives, as well as when it comes to being comrades on the battlefield. 

6- They simply have great chemistry together. From flirtations to tender looks and touches, one can definitely sense a budding romance between them. 

We also see this in their fighting style, when, for example, during the second bell test, they still have excellent teamwork after having been separated for about two-and-a-half years. 

Overall, in terms of appearance, they complement each other well, and they both have similar personalities, which, according to many people, allows for a stronger relationship. Besides, their strong personalities allow for a more dynamic and open relationship between them, I think. 

7- They know/understand each other well. Naturally, this can be tied into the other reasons I’ve mentioned in this post, but I’ll separate this, nonetheless, because it’s such an important part of their relationship. Naruto and Sakura have been able to understand each other’s pain and growth very well. For example we see numerous times that Naruto, without any overt physical cues from Sakura, was able to understand her pain/distress in various matters, such as Sasuke’s departure. We see that when he quickly comes up with a cheerful lie, so that Sakura wouldn’t have to deal with the negative emotions associated with it. He needed a brief glimpse at her to deduce how she felt and quickly tried to rectify the matter. 

On her end, Sakura’s speech to the Shinobi Alliance on Naruto’s behalf, which is very similar to what a wife would do for her husband, indicates that she understands his feelings on a deeper level.


Yes, overall they have the bond and development that gives them the making of a very good and strong couple. 

Hope this answers your question! Enjoy! :)