that is the oncoming storm

Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible.
And when I leave, you will finally understand why storms are named after people.
                - Caitlyn Siehl, Poet

                                Happy River/Doctor Appreciation Day! (22-4-2017)

I thought I was going to hate Bellamy calling Clarke princess again. I thought it would feel like fanservice or ancient history.

I was so wrong. That line was delivered with such self-awareness; Bellamy knows they’re not the Princess and the King anymore. They’re not two kids in over their heads. They’re not at the dropship anymore. But they do still have each other by their sides against the oncoming storm, and something about that is comfortingly familiar. So that nickname just feels like a reminder, like saying, “we’ve done this before and we can do this again.” Like saying, “when we’re together, nothing is impossible.”

So princess, what now?

We survive.

Bill: Doctor! Emergency! I need your help immediately!
Doctor: *rises from his chair and pulls out sonic* What is it? Is it aliens? Physics? Questions? Gotta be aliens. I’m here. I’ll help.
Bill: Yeah, I’m moving and I need some sort of transport to get my stuff there.
Doctor: . .  .
Bill: :D
Doctor: Would you like me to look up the number of a truck company?
Doctor: No! The TARDIS is not a moving van!
Bill: You said you’d help…

2 hours later…

Doctor: I’m the Doctor, a 2000+ year old Time Lord from the planet Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterborous, the Bringer of Darkness, the Oncoming Storm, the man who won the Time War, I’ve saved the earth countless times from all sorts of creatures, I-
Bill: Careful. There’s china in that one.
Doctor: -.-

Caught in the Rain- Bucky x Reader(f)

Authors notes: Since y’all love the fluff….lol This one is from my requests! Thanks @tatortot2701. Also, I rushed to get this out so forgive me for spelling or grammar errors..

Prompt: Okay, get this. Coffee shop au with Steve and Bucko

Notes/Warnings: Vomit worthy fluff and kissing.

Originally posted by seabasschino

 Your alarm clock buzzed and you smiled wide. Six am was no reason to grin but going to get your morning coffee was. You’re local shop was run by two of the cutest baristas in the entire world, and you had the hots for one in particular.

 You showered quick and braided your hair into a messy bun- which worked for business casual- and slipped on your favorite dress and heels. Okay, you were trying extra hard today but with good reason.

 Today was the day you would ask out James. At least you would if you could muster up the courage. You checked your make-up one more time and grabbed your purse and rushed out the door.

 The walk down the street was actually not terrible. A little dark and gloomy with the oncoming storm but, you were other wise distracted by thoughts of your dark haired dream boat. He always smiled at you when he took your order and would stepped away from the register to make your coffee himself.

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anonymous asked:

can i ask for a hc of rfa+v+saeran rejecting mc's love at first but they ended falling in love with them and it's too late

you’re in luck anon bc i’m in the mood for some unrequited love writing :) v and saeran under the cut xx - Mod 222


He didn’t know what to say. Really, he didn’t expect you of all people to have feelings for him. You were so independent and so sure of what you wanted; you both had nothing in common. So the fact that you were there, standing in front of him with your fingers clasped together out of nerves and your hair hiding your face as you waited for his answer.

“I…I’m sorry MC but, I just don’t see you that way.” He was waiting for the theatrics, waiting for you to scream or smack him or cry as he looked down toward you, and you looked up. But instead you smiled, and you simply wished that you both could be friends, and now that he thinks about it, maybe that was when his feelings started to shift.

Never in his life had he ever encountered a person that handled rejection that easily, especially from him. Yet you were kind, simply giving him a hug with a tight grip and then smiling once more before turning around and making your way out of his home. He thought you were okay, because he didn’t see the tears that trailed down as soon as you were away from his presence.

Fast forward to two years later, and you were at his house, helping him with one of his costumes that he accidentally ripped during a dress rehearsal. As you sewed you grinned as he sat next to you, making jokes and talking about what the rehearsals were like with different stars. Gossiping was your guys’ specialty, but as quick as it had come it ended as your laughter died down.

“MC, may I ask you something? If you don’t mind.” You put the needle and thread down along with his costume, sensing his serious tone as you nodded and turned towards him.

“Sure, what is it?”

“I uh, I’ve been thinking about some things a lot lately and, I think that I like…no, love you as more than a friend. What I want with you is something that I can’t even describe with words. I just,” He took your hand, palms warm as he leaned in closer. “I hope that you still feel how you felt those couple of years ago. Even if that’s a stretch.”

He didn’t have to hear your answer; he saw the look in your eyes as you slowly pulled away and looked down towards your lap. He felt the heavy feeling in his stomach as he tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, watching you bite your lip as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m so sorry Zen but…I’m seeing someone right now. I didn’t want you to find out this way but I just, those feelings that I had have been gone for some time now.” It was awkward, the air thick as you felt the sweat begin to bead at your forehead as you quickly stood.

“I should go…” He still sat there, almost in disbelief as he furrowed his brows and stood up as well.

“Wait! MC, can I ask you one more thing?” You stopped, waiting for his question as your fingers tightened around your car keys.

“Is this how you felt? This heavy, sinking feeling in my chest; is this what you felt when I told you that I didn’t like you in that way?” All you could do was give a sad smile as you gave a small nod, your own heart aching as a single tear fell down his face as he sat back down.

“I’m so sorry.”


When you told him, you knew by the look on his face that his answer wasn’t the one that you wanted. His brows were furrowed as he licked his lips, a trait you had come to find that he only did when he was nervous about something.

“MC; I appreciate the fact that you like me in that way, really I do, but I already have feelings for someone else.”

“Oh…” That was all you could say. Just one simple word as you felt your heart crush into the tiniest pieces that could ever exist on the planet as you looked away. Not looking at his face somewhat helped with the pain, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there.

It was like a churning in your stomach, making you feel so sick that you didn’t even want to finish the pile of chips that was placed between the two of you during your game match. He offered to keep playing with you, but the awkward thickness that hung in the air was simply too much for you.

So you left.

Sometimes that awkwardness hung around after that day; in random spurts it would come, making the two of you uncomfortable as he talked about his partner. The partner that wasn’t you. But most of the time it wasn’t there, and the two of you pretended that the idea of you guys being a couple wasn’t even a thought that someone spoke of.

Until he broke up with his partner.

Nobody asked why, yet they wanted to know. Especially you, God, you just wanted to know why it hadn’t worked out. Turns out that he thought that they weren’t exactly compatible, and that he thought that someone else was the perfect match. Come to find that he was talking about you.

“MC, I’ve thought a lot about what you told me; even though it was almost a year ago. I just…I just thought that maybe now, if it wasn’t too late? We could try?” You thought that if he asked the question later, you’d be elated, ecstatic to be with him. But instead you felt anger as you balled up your fists, teeth clenched as you pushed against his chest.

“Is this some kind of joke? You knew how I felt about you back then, and now you want to be together, just because things didn’t work out with the person you thought you loved? I’m sorry Yoosung, but I can’t do this.” And once more you left him standing there alone, the awkwardness turning into dread as he realized that the possibility of you never coming back could be a serious reality.


The possibility of her sexuality being incompatible with yours was rather slim, and your fear of her being just that had come true. You decided that you had had enough with hiding how you felt about her, how your stomach always filled to the brim with butterflies when she was around, and how your heart beat quick just from the sound of her voice. You told her these things, and her response turned those butterflies into moths, moths that ate away at the bleeding heart that now sat still in your chest.

“I apologize MC really but, I just don’t swing that way. I really hope you understand.” You understood, alright. You understood by storming out of the coffee shop, letting your anger mask your sadness as the tears fell and blended in with the rain that came with the oncoming storm. Months passed, and you began to cope with the fact that she wasn’t ever going to like you, no matter how much you wished it.

Yet that thought was quickly crushed, when she asked you to meet at her place alone.

She was drunk, and you knew as her breath fanned across your face, the smell of vodka overpowering as you helped her stagger towards her bedroom. You both were meant to talk, but she didn’t want to do so as she grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you in close. She was ready, ready for the kiss as she laughed and locked her arms around your neck, cheeks flushed red as she sighed in content.

“You know, I always thought that I couldn’t be swayed out of my sexuality, yet here I am. How crazy is that? How crazy is it, that I genuinely fell in love with a person like you.” She really pulled you in now, and she was surprised when you pulled away. You had been over her for about a month now, and her sudden lunge at you didn’t make you feel any different as you cleared your throat and backed away.

“Jaehee I’m sorry but, I don’t feel that way about you anymore. Things would have been different back then but now? I just can’t…” When you turned back to her she was passed out, breathing steady as a single tear fell down her cheek. Maybe she was faking, or maybe she really was asleep. But either way, you both knew that she was going to have a heavy heart and a lonesome hangover the next morning.


You knew it was far fetched to tell him how much he truly meant to you, what with your backgrounds differing on such a large scale. But you knew Jumin; after the two of you growing closer, and how you had showed him what it was like to really process his emotions, he’d told you that background and social status didn’t matter much to him anymore.

That just, didn’t apply to you.”

“I am extremely flattered by your kind words and feelings, but I simply can’t return them MC. I’ve always felt you to be a sibling to me, and nothing more.” He didn’t mean to come off as harsh, and the logical side of you knew that to be true. But your feelings still hurt, majorly so as you accepted what he said and asked to be taken down from his penthouse and to your car.

You both didn’t speak for about three years; even having lost touch as his company grew and you worked in a local shop to keep yourself living comfortable yet not too extravagantly. You’d come to realize that maybe being with someone as high status as Jumin wasn’t really something that you wanted; you’d grown accustomed to the simple life.

That is, until a large limo pulled up outside of the shop you worked at.

Instantly you knew that it was him, and his tall broad figure that stepped out of the car with his dark sunglasses was enough confirmation as you felt your entire being fill with a friendly warmth. Sure you had gotten over him, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss who he was as a friend. You had left the building first, running up to him and jumping into his arms as you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“So nice to see you again, MC.”

You brought him inside and went on your break, the two of you talking for almost two hours as Jumin paid off the rest of your work day by giving your manager over one million won to keep them satisfied for the week. You appreciated the gesture, even if it was too much for your liking.

“I came to find you because I need to tell you something MC. That confession you made all those years ago…I should have never rejected you. Being away from you has made me realize how much I truly loved you and appreciated you, and I wanted to know if you still felt the same way.” Your brows furrowed as you felt the melancholy feeling of unrequited love form into a ball in your stomach; maybe this is how Jumin felt when he let you know that he wasn’t interested.

He took it fairly well when you told him that you couldn’t return those feelings, yet he let that stoic expression leave as soon as he got into the limo, heavy tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed. You weren’t with him when he cried, but deep in your heart you knew it was happening as you sat in the back room with your head leaning against the cold wall.


He already knew before you even had the chance to tell him. He knew it was wrong to cut you off as you prepared to tell him how you felt, but if he didn’t do it now, he would have to deal with your emotions feeling much worse if he let you ramble on.

In a way you kind of wish that he let you do just that, because getting cut off while trying to deal out your emotions was the absolute worst thing he could do to you. Your breath had cut short, feeling hurt as he simply turned his back on you and crossed his arms.

“MC I’m sorry but, I value our friendship more than anything. To ruin it…I don’t know. I don’t think I could handle that.” You got the message; he really, wasn’t all that interested in you. That was okay, really it was. It’s not like you could force him to feel any different towards you if it wasn’t meant to be. But he could have been way less indifferent about it, and since he wasn’t going to say another word, you decided to leave it alone.

“Okay…thanks anyway, Saeyoung. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said that, but you knew that you both needed some time away to deal with how quickly that situation turned negative.

You didn’t think that “some time” would turn into almost five years.

The both of you made efforts to reconnect, but something always came up. Either he had to work, or you just weren’t in town to where you could meet up comfortably. You didn’t know it, but ever since that day he thought about you constantly, how he missed being able to go to your house within an instant and talk to you about the things that bugged him.

Or how when he needed advice you were just one phone call away, yet now it was almost impossible for the two of you to stay on the phone for more than three minutes. He missed you more than anything in the world, and he wished that it didn’t take him five years to realize that maybe, it wasn’t just your friendship that he found to be lacking in his life.

He wanted you, and he was going to make it known as he shut off his computers and made sure that when he met with you, time and inconvenience wouldn’t be an issue. Frankly, you were surprised when he showed up during your lunch break at work, begging to speak with you as you nodded and immediately put your food away.

“MC I know this is random, but I’ve put a lot of thought into it and I’ve come to realize that I like you, a lot. Before you say anything, I don’t mean as a friend. I mean, as more—”

“Saeyoung I’m engaged.” All hope that he had was gone, his brows furrowing as he gripped his stomach that churned wildly with hurt as he sputtered.


“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know how to face him after that, grabbing your things and leaving him as you came up with an excuse to your boss as to why you had to leave. He still stood there, shaking his head with a sad smile as a tear fell down his cheek. He should have never waited this long to tell you.

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anonymous asked:

So this is not rly a prompt because it could be in any story rly but it would be rly cool to read more about sex that doesn't rly go so well. Like first times that are awkward and someone can't come and it's not so great but it's not the end of the world? Because maybe it's just me but that happens now and again and I literally never ever read about it in fic it's always some sexy resolution to everything. So yeah... if you ever feel like it I think it'd be great and rly reassuring for ppl too

They know each other’s bodies almost as well as they know their own.

Alex knows exactly the way to crook her fingers inside Maggie’s body to make her scream, to make her squirt.

Maggie knows exactly the way to flit her tongue across Alex’s nipple while grinding her thigh between her legs to make Alex scratch at her back with her nails, to make Alex come completely undone.

But sometimes?

Sometimes the sex isn’t that great.

It’s always warm and it’s always fully consensual.

Of course it is.

But it’s not always great, and it makes Alex groan in frustration, and it makes them both sigh and giggle and surrender to masturbating to get themselves off instead of getting each other off.

Because sometimes it doesn’t matter that Alex knows exactly the right things to do to Maggie, or that Maggie knows exactly the right things to do to Alex – and sometimes, they make it up as they go, because they know each other, but they’re always still learning, always still discovering.

Sometimes, the sex is just mediocre. Sometimes, the sex is just bad.

Sometimes, Alex’s wrist gets sore – and it takes a lot to make Alex can-make-you-tell-me-who-Guardian-is-in-six-different-ways-with-my-index-finger Danvers’s wrist sore – with fucking Maggie, her fingers soaked and her forehead sweaty, but Maggie stills, and eventually, Maggie stops, so Alex does, too.

“Did I hurt you?” Alex wants to know, and Maggie shakes her head with a small smile on her face.

“Nah, Danvers, I’m sorry, I’m just not getting there.”

Panic flashes across Alex’s face, and Maggie calms the oncoming storm with a soft kiss.

“It’s not a big deal, Alex; sex doesn’t always have to end with an orgasm.”

Alex freezes and stares and swallows.

“Can it end with cuddles?”

“Get down here,” Maggie grins in response, opening her arms and shrieking when cuddling turns into tickling, into pillow fighting, into more breathless, sweaty cuddling.

And when the roles are reversed – when it’s Alex that can’t get there, Alex that tries to talk dirty and fails utterly, coming off as awkward and stumbling over words instead of hot and sexy, Alex that tries her hardest to let the pressure from Maggie’s thigh toss her over the edge – Alex groans in frustration and she sighs and she slams her hands down on the bed in irritation.

“Alright there, Danvers?” Maggie asks, and Alex will grin.

“It’s not you, babe, you’re – god, I mean look at you, damn – I’m just not – I can’t… I’m sorry, Maggie, I’m so sorry – ”

“No no, hey, Alex, it’s okay. You’re perfect, alright? Perfect.”

“I’m not bad at it?”

“Bad at being the sexiest woman I’ve ever slept with? No, Danvers: you’re amazing at that.”

“Even though I’m not cumming for you like I should be?”

“There’s no should, Alex. I promise. Do you uh…”

A very particular look flashes across Maggie’s face, and Alex know that face. So she sits up so quickly, so eagerly, that Maggie is forcibly reminded that her girlfriend is Kara Danvers’s big sister.

“Your special blueberry pancakes?” Alex asks, and she’s never looked more like Supergirl’s sister.

“Race you to the kitchen, Danvers,” Maggie giggles, and neither of them stop to put their clothes back on, tugging on each other playfully and shrieking with objections and laughter and “no you can’t have a flash grenade” and “what if I refuse you pancakes?” and “you wouldn’t dare, Sawyer”, and the afternoon?

The afternoon is perfect, after all.

Rose x Ten, post GitF-au/fixit; angst, fluff, romance, more angst, and possibly some smut later, but this part (and all parts on is sfw (minor exception for brief language).

(see the end of this part for notes and special thanks)

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Minuet, Part II

Part I

Twisting in his grasp, Rose cranes her neck to look at him, finally, and there he is, all furrowed brow and tight mouth and eyes glittering with anger, and god, if she wasn’t so irritated with him right now, she just might kiss him.

“That’s what you were going to do, isn’t it?” she asks instead.


Eyes widening, the Doctor only has a moment to let his mouth drop open in surprise before another gentleman steps in—time to change dance partners. Rose slips into position with the newcomer without so much as a blink or even a glance in the Doctor’s direction, never faltering in her rhythm; a quick peek at the Doctor moments later tells her that he has allowed himself to be swept up in the tide of dancers, sidling up to his new partner across the room.

Rose turns away, swirling in her partner’s arms, but she can feel the eyes of the Doctor boring into her. She shivers despite the summer heat.

“That’s beside the point,” he whispers when they meet again, touching palm-to-palm first with one hand, then the other. “I’m a Time Lord.”

“Really? First I’ve heard of it,” Rose replies drily.

“I’ve been doing this for a long time, Rose. A very long time. I understand the risks.”

Rose rolls her eyes. “And stupid apes don’t.”

At least the Doctor has the decency to flinch at those words. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“Of course it is,” Rose sighs, and they both step back, granting a berth for other dancers to flit gracefully between them. “After all,” Rose continues when they reconnect, hands clasped, “I’m hardly one of the most accomplished women who ever lived, am I?”

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I envy the person who you will love in the future and despite how I hate to admit it, I know it is not me. I know that you want to hold another person’s hand and not mines. I know you want to kiss someone else’s lips and not mines. You have been wandering all your life looking for a place to call home and I was always there, with arms wide open, ready to protect you from oncoming storms but you chose to take shelter in another person’s arms. I do not have resentment towards you, no not at all. Do I even have the right to be angry if I was only who fell? I do admit that it is all my fault for hoping that it was you and me at the end. Do know that throughout the music that is our story, I enjoyed the dance we had.
—  lm // sober confessions # 3

Originally posted by faith-in-dean

Waking up, you found the spot next to you empty. Not a big surprise but it still hurt, like an idiot you had fallen for Arthur. But a man like him never stayed, to him you were just a convenient lay nothing more. There was no reason to stay, Ketch was long gone and when he needed you again he would find you.

It was always like this. Every time you hoped it would be different, but it never was. Grabbing your clothes off the floor, you quickly threw them back on not bothering to shower. Grabbing your overnight bag you headed for the door, opening it you found Arthur standing on the side, getting ready to knock.

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oncoming-storm-stole-the-impala  asked:

I LOVE KINDERGARTEN!!! Have you watched any playthroughs? If so who if you don't mind me asking?

AHHHH YAY ME TOO!!!!!! (but that’s prolly obvious)

Yes, I watch playthroughs, MatPat and Stephanie on GT Live to be exact. They’re not as far as a lot of the other people who play/have played it, but their playthroughs of it are funny and engaging (plus they’re the only gaming channel I watch💦). I’m looking forward to seeing them play more of it in the future.

Have a crappy Ms. Applegate I doodled a few days ago.

Being best friends with the Doctor would include

Originally posted by doctorwho247


  • Having a lot of fun together doing the most random of things
  • Being the first person he met after the Time war and showing him a lot of kindness which is why he asks you to come and travel with him in the Tardis
  • Him very slowly talking to you about what the time war is and what happened and you being very nice and patient with him through it all, comforting him
  • Noticing the little things about him, when he’s comfortable, when he’s angry but trying hard to repress it, when he’s sad but trying to look happy and things alike which is why in those moments you always try to comfort him
  • Being extremely sad when he had to regenerate

Originally posted by sleep-depiravation


  • Being a bit hesitant at first with him having changed his face but realizing he’s still somewhat the same man
  • This Doctor was less open about his emotions, always playing off happy but whenever he was truly angry he would really show it, you slowly started to find ways to comfort him
  • Noticing how he went from just being sad over the time war to feeling guilty about what had happened and you try to help him deal with this guilty because you can see it’s crushing him
  • Helping the Doctor deal with all the companions who leave him through choice or force and telling him you’ll never leave which both you know is impossible but neither of you really talk about that as it’s a good way to comfort him and you will travel with him as long as humanly possible.
  • Being there with him every second of the way

Originally posted by yourbowtiefan


  • Learning to deal with his different behaviour in the way that he is more childish.
  • Generally a lot more laughing and happy moments as he was in general more happy but you quickly noticed at least a quarter of the time he was hiding his real emotions.
  • Helping him accept those sad emotions and telling him that no one will think less of him for that and that he shouldn’t forget because it’s good to remember as it helps you progress as a being.
  • A lot of bad jokes when the two of you are alone, playing pranks on each other during travels in the Tardis and just having a lot of fun by doing     really weird or stupid things.
  • Remembering to always watch the Doctor because despite being the oncoming storm and sometimes him being properly angry he is literally the most clumsy person in the universe in this body.
  • Always being there for him whenever he needs anyone because this incarnation is even worse when it comes to not asking for help.

Originally posted by thedoctorimagines


  • Not giving a shit about the age thing at all which makes the Doctor both relieved and a bit surprised because Clara had quite a shock but the     Doctor knows you’ve been with him since after the time war.
  • Either really liking this more sarcastic version of the Doctor or disliking it more, either way twelve still really enjoys your company as no matter     which incarnation you always seem to get him.
  • Helping him deal with his issues just like you did with the other doctors
  • Realizing this Doctor was more protective than the ones before and continuously saying he ‘has a duty of care’
  • Laughing at how oblivious and wrong this doctor could sometimes be and how he was not shocked by the weirdest things you thought off or found in the Tardis.
  • Staying with the Doctor after he lost the memories of Clara and not telling him anything about her because you know it’s for the better. Also, keeping in contact with Clara so she knows if the Doctor is all right.