“Be strong and of good courage, do not fear nor be afraid of them; for the Lord your God, He is the One who goes with you. He will not leave you nor forsake you.” - Deuteronomy 31:6
“When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take care of me.” - Psalm 27:10
“When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, nor shall the flame scorch you.” - Isaiah 43:2
“For I am persuaded that neither death nor life, nor angels nor principalities nor powers, nor things present nor things to come, nor height nor depth, nor any other created thing, shall be able to separate us from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” - Romans 8:38-39
“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.” - John 14:18
“O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar.” - Psalm 139:1-2
“Fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, yes, I will help you, I will uphold you with My righteous right hand.” - Isaiah 41:10
“A father of the fatherless, a defender of widows, is God in His holy habitation. God sets the solitary in families; He brings out those who are bound into prosperity; but the rebellious dwell in a dry land.” - Psalm 68:5-6
“Have I not commanded you? Be strong and of good courage; do not be afraid, nor be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.” - Joshua 1:9
“Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for you are with me; your rod and your staff, they comfort me.” - Psalm 23:4
Side Note: Smut wasn’t actually intended but it happened so I went along with it. Did my best so please don’t judge.
Summary:Based off the song “Shameless” by The Weekend (Cover by Sofia Karlberg). Listen Here.
Ooh, said it’d be the last time, all you needed was a little closure. Ooh, said it’d be the last time, but you’re begging me to come over.
It was a physical attraction that grew, until emotions become the center of everything, what a mistake that was. Kol Mikaelson had an alluring beauty that made any women look twice in his direction. And the first night you meet the Original vampire, his charm drove you right into his arms.
Over the course of 3 months neither wanted nor needed anything but the pleasure that came from each other’s bodies. He was fighting his own demons and you were his distraction, which suited you just fine. And you,as wrong it may sound, loved when Kol came seeking that pleasure from you, and nobody but you. Then something shifted, like when an earthquake radiates across the ground. The next 4 months emotional attachment crawled it’s way in, how? You never really figured that out, but you knew it was the one thing stopping you from being able to say no.
7 months with the famous, handsome, thrilling Kol Mikaelson. But all good things, no matter how addicting have to end at some point. Eventually Kol’s same demons he so desperately wanted to run from, caught up with him. Which left you in a position that you didn’t ask for - life or death.
After being so close to losing your hopes, dreams, goals and more importantly life, you called things off. However even the distance still wasn’t enough to keep you and Kol from coming back to one another, hence why allowing emotion into the mix was a fatal mistake.
One voicemail after another, Kol begging for you to come see him. Deleting each and every one of them, it was like a cycle that apparently no-one had the strength to break. Burying the phone under the pillows on the couch, out of sight, out of mine…if only it was that easy.
“For goodness sake”, you turned around to find Kol leaning his body against your bedroom door. Wearing your favourite outfit, his dark blue jeans and that damn tight grey shirt. Pulse starting to quicken just at the mere sight. "What are you doing here Kol?”
He smirked while his eyes took a long wonder up and down your body. One to get a better look at you and two because he could. Vamping over, your phone now in his hands. “It’s rude to ignore ones phone calls and voicemails, darling”.
Attempting to snatch it from his grip, he pulled it back out of reach. “Give it back, Kol”.
“And why would I do that? You see, darling I have something you want. And well you are what I want. So care to make a deal with the devil?”. He wiggled the phone in the air, taunting you.
“We’re over Kol, so go find some other girl to play with. I meant what I said two nights ago, that it was the last time you and I will ever be that close again”. Not caring about the phone anymore you ventured into the bedroom, with Kol hot on your heels.
“I need you, darling”. Confessing as you felt his hands maneuver you towards the solid brick wall. His eyes just as brown and intense as always, his touch just as gentle and his body just as tempting. “I need you, just one last time”. Kol moved the long strand of hair away from your neck and tilted his head, connecting his lips to the coveted sweet spot he knew all too well.
“Kol”, you breathed. Hands automatically finding their own rhythm tugging on his hair making him bite down. Feeling his tongue guild over the now bruised mark. Your top had fallen off your shoulder and Kol’s hair had become a mess. The two of you didn’t do anything but stare. Eyes glancing down to his chest, you weren’t a vampire but could tell that his heart was beating as fast as yours.
The last words you wanted to refrain so badly from saying, slipped out on their own accord. “One last time”. Kol pushed you back against the wall and in 5 seconds flat his lips were on top on your own. It was the sensation each couldn’t deny - lust.
When Kol got sick of the position he vamped over to the bed he had been in and out of many times. He hovered over, observing each tiny detail. Tearing open your shirt, he planted kisses down your chest. Letting the tiny wave of pleasure build, Kol knew exactly what he was doing. Removing his own shirt, the impatience was growing on his face. So without warning both pants were discarded too.
“I mean it Kol, this is the last time”. You moaned when his hands came in contact with your breasts.
“I’ve heard those words before, darling. I’ve said those words before, and we both know they have no truth to them”. Leaning your head back, Kol stopped paying attention to your upper body and moved on to the most desired part.
It all happened in one, swift motion. One minute Kol’s fingers were working on your heated core the next minute his throbbing member took over, making deep thrusts causing you breathlessly beg for him to go faster.
Kol wasn’t a man to deny what you wanted, not when it was what he too wanted. As his hips moved in a circular motion, his lips found that love bite, not doubt making another one right beside it. Gripping the bed sheets, the heat was igniting. “Kol, please. I can feel-don’t stop”.
“As you wish, darling”.
Eyes rolled back and sweat glistening off each other’s bodies. The world around you didn’t matter. The sound of car horns, people talking, even the wind rustling the trees all faded away. The only sound right now you that had your attention were Kol’s grunts, your moans and skin slapping against skin.
Nails digging into his back, Kol gasped. “Bloody hell, love”. Holding onto you as you wrapped arms around his neck. You bounced to create more friction to gain more pleasure and Kol’s head titled back, exposing his neck. Kissing every inch of it, the two of you now found the perfect rhythm.
5,you fell back onto the bed.
4,Kol’s hands laced in your own.
3,Chests rising up and down rapidly.
2, The feeling of walls clenching tighter.
1,Pleasure surging through your body all while screaming out his name and Kol screaming out yours.
Laying next to you, it wasn’t a matter of who was going to speak first rather then what was going to be said.
“This is how we end up every time, doesn’t matter if it’s my bed or yours. Stop fighting it, stop fighting us, darling”.
You kept insisting that there wouldn’t be a next time, but who were you kidding? There was always going to be a next time, always going to be that physical attraction wrapped with 7 months of emotional history.
Clutching the bed sheets around your frame, there was nothing more frightening then hearing the truth.
I’ll always be there for you, I’ll always be there for you, boy, I have no shame.
As One Direction say, ‘the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine.’ Sometimes when you were on your tip toes reaching for something at the top of the kitchen cupboards, Your t-shirt would rise up slightly to expose the 2 small dimples at the bottom of your back. And if Wonwoo noticed it wouldn’t be long before you felt him arms snaking around your waist because absolutely loves them and finds the extremely sexy.
Your neck when your hair is pinned up.
You almost always have your hair down and only really pinned it up if you were going out for a special occasion. Mingyu loved how sexy yet elegant you looked when there was a just few random strands of hair still loose. He also loved that your neck was exposed. ‘You look beautiful Y/N…’ he would whisper into your ear pressing soft kisses along your neck and shoulders.
Plain and simple, your natural hair.
You weren’t down for straightening your hair every day so sometimes you just left it all wavy and messy and Vernon loved it. He loved how effortlessly beautiful you were when you woke up and how soft your hair looked. 'Y/N…..’ he would call, dragging out your name. When you went to him he’d simply kiss you and start to twirl your hair around his fingers.
Your blushing face.
He knew exactly what to say and what to do to get your cheeks to flush pink. Seungcheol loved how much the soft pink blush in your usually pale cheeks made you glow. 'Y/N have I ever told you how beautiful you are…’ He would say knowing it would tease you and bring out that blush he loved so much.
phil gets like super duper clingy when he’s loopy so when dan comes in after it’s over phil grabs hold of his arm and won’t let go and dan has to sign all the paperwork with his right hand since his left is clutched in a vise grip
he sees the x-ray of his mouth from before the surgery and starts yelling that they forgot to take his teeth out, and won’t be quiet until the doctor shows up with the teeth and shows them to him
phil tells everyone at the office that he loves them, he calls them pretty and nice and says he’s going to miss them as dan wheels him out, barely holding his laughter inside
he lays his head on dan’s shoulder in the cab and giggles about absolutely everything on the way home, and dan has to hold his hands down so he’ll stop booping his nose every ten seconds
dan has to take phil’s phone from him because he keeps tweeting stuff, ‘i feel fluffy like a cloud or a dog or mashed potatoes’ and ‘dan keeps trying to take my pho-’
dan plants phil on the sofa and turns on those property shows he loves, and he keeps babbling about moving to all of these houses and dan just pats him on the head
dan gets phil some sorbet and phil gets grumpy that it’s not ice cream because he forgets he’s lactose intolerant
he keeps poking at the gauze in his mouth and trying to pull it out but every time he sees the blood his eyes go wide and he starts yelling for dan to take him to a&e (dan is sitting right next to him with fresh gauze)
phil starts to go back to normal and he gets sad because he’s ‘losing the fuzzy’
he starts to feel the pain and lays his head in dan’s lap and keeps saying ‘owowowowow’ while dan pets his hair
he refuses to acknowledge that half of these things happened the next day
Why I don’t see TFP Bulkhead as a gentle giant at all... and love him even more for it.
I’ve been meaning to write this for about a month and a half now, so here we go. Something I see a lot, through fan chatter and fanart and the Wiki page, and even hear on the TFP DVDs with commentary, is this descriptor used towards Bulkhead: gentle giant. We all know what that is, it’s the big huge guy that’s really tough but actually loves kittens and carries umbrellas for little old ladies. The big-but-sweet guy. That. Yeah. People use that term all the time to describe Bulkhead… and I couldn’t disagree more. He is not, in my perspective, a “gentle giant” at all, in spite of the bundle of sweetness that was his Transformers: Animated origins…
And actually, I like him a lot better that way.
Fair warning, ya’all, this is going to be a long one…
You felt nerves rise up in your stomach; he wanted to call you? You have never heard his voice before, nor has he heard yours. The most you have ever seen from him is his profile picture.
You didn’t respond right away, as you pondered over the pros and cons of a phone call. An obvious pro, was that you would be able to hear his voice. But, an obvious con, would be him being able to hear yours. Along with that, you wouldn’t have a long time to think about what to say. Over text, it was easy to think of what to say, but when on a call, trying to think of what to say would cause awkward silences that no one was fond of.
After a few minutes of thinking, you felt your phone vibrate in your hand. You looked down and saw his name pop up on your screen.
C’mon, it will be fun~
You sighed softly, pinching the bridge of your nose as you thought of your next message to type.
I guess, for a little while, though. I can’t be very loud.
my bitchass self learned a thing or two about plot holes, consistency, and shit so i’m revising and reposting the rising. chapters 1 & 2 are back up. find them here: Ao3 | FF
oh and here’s the description:
Three years after Fire Lord Ozai’s defeat, Zuko’s reign is threatened by the Raiders, a rebel group seemingly tied to his family’s dark past. With the help of Katara, Zuko leaves his home in pursuit of answers and peace. But, does the truth really set you free? (Comics don’t exist)
Mature: Descriptive violence, strong language, dark themes, & sexual situations
Just finished reading The Fifth Season by NK Jemisin and it is SO GOOD, possibly the only book where I actually don’t mind the chapters in 2nd person? And also the greatest characters and seismic magic and rising up against oppression in small and big ways. Can’t wait for book 2 so I can re-traumatise myself! If you like clever complex fantasy then please read this so that I can talk to you about it and cry.
Awww! Basically growing up in the middle of nowhere, Jay didn’t have neighbors and was homeschooled, so he’s always wanted to be part of a larger community and do neighborly things and make a lot of friends and improve his town. Headcannon I just made up right now accepted!