anonymous asked:

Will there be a stream tonight?

This is a really last-minute decision but I’m not feeling particularly well today so I think I’d rather have a quiet evening plugging away at commissions without an audience. Sorry, guys! 

I’ll make up for it by streaming during the week, since I’m off work. I’ll be sure to make a post ahead of time so people have some advance warning, and then again when I go live, as always.

Have a great weekend, guys <3

Camp Qween (Trixya) - Matilda

A/N: Hey guys! This is my first attempt at writing a fanfic. It’s a teenager/camp AU with lots of queens, but is definitely about Trixya. Let me know if you like it! I’m excited to write more! I also have a drag queen blog goodnightcourtney Thanks!

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“Okay, but just don’t cancel at the last minute again. You know how much I hate getting dressed to go out.”

I tossed the last pile of utensils in dishwater, then readjusted my headphones. My best friend was giving me her lame excuse, as to why she cancelled our movie date.

“Was Joe mad?” Her voice was full of guilt.

“He wasn’t mad, but annoyed.” I sigh, “He planned something for us last night. Instead I shut him down for you, which I will never do again, by the way.”

“Ugh, I’m so sorry. Please give him my love!”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Let me think on it.”

Footsteps enter the kitchen and I take a glance to my right. Joe walked past me towards the fridge and grabbed a beer. He gulped down half the bottle, then sat it on the table. Suddenly, I found myself in a staring contest.

“Let me finish cleaning, and I’ll get back to you later.” I take out my headphones. “Hey, everything okay?”

His thin lips twisted at the corners, as his eyes lowered. His bare arms folded across his chest.

“It’s funny that you seemed to notice that things are not.”

“Babe, what are you talking about?” I sigh and place my hands on my hips.

He takes a few steps closer. “There’s always something taking away your time from me. Work. Errands. Friends.”

“Joe, listen—”

“Don’t interrupt me.” A long finger lifted in front of my face. “I’ve been put on the back burner too much over these few weeks. I miss coming home to a welcoming wife. As hard as I work, don’t you think I deserve that?”

I eagerly nod. “Yes, babe. You do.”

“Well, lately it hasn’t seemed like it.”

I watched the redness amplify in his face, as well as my guilt. I could lie and say his words didn’t just slice me in half. He was telling the truth. Lately, I had been making time for everything imaginable, except him. The straw that definitely broke the camel’s back, was flaking out on him for my best friend. I felt like crap as soon as I’d done it, but I couldn’t renege at the last minute. Luckily, she cancelled but it was too late.

“You’re right,” I breathe, “I’ve been neglecting you lately, and I apologize for that. I can’t even give you an excuse, because there isn’t one. But just know that I’m so sorry, baby.”

He rolls his eyes. “Is it me? Am I doing something wrong? Am I not there enough for you?”

“No! It’s not you!” I cup his face, “You’re part of my Universe that can’t be replaced. I can’t get enough of how you make me feel, and what you do for me. If there was a problem, I wouldn’t avoid it. Especially like this.”

He pecks my thumb, as it glides across his lips. “You sure there isn’t another man you’re telling these problems to?”

“Don’t even play with me like that.” My voice hardens, “Not one bit, Joseph.”

He presses his hips against me, pinning me to the counter. “Don’t give me a reason to, Lia.”

My name sizzled into my skin from his breath. Instantly, he had me right where and how he wanted me. Hot and trapped. He bore his fingers into my hips, and leaned down to my ear.

“Turn around and bend over.”

I did as told without hesitation. Didn’t even need to be told twice. My yoga pants were slipped down to my ankles; thankfully I was bare underneath. His thumbs pressed into my lower back, prompting me to arch perfectly into position.

“Let’s see if we can fix your problem.”

“I don’t have any pro—AH!”

Joe breached into my sleek opening, casually pushing deeper. Once my ponytail was grabbed, the motion was set. His grunts mixed with my moans echoing in the sink, filled the kitchen. I came onto my tip toes, urging him to pound me the way I like it when I’m close. He answered me by gripping my thighs, and folding my legs around his waist. I released a squeal from the surprising lift, feeling more of him in this intensified position. He yanks my body hard against him, grinding onto my throbbing walls.

“Still have a problem?”


“Are you going to continue putting me off?”

“No I won’t!” I gasp, “Baby, I promise!”

“You promise?” He spanks me.


“Problem solved.” He spanked me a few more times.

The hot stings radiated through my body and I came on a loud cry. He stilled my body, while he shuttered from his gut wrenching orgasm. Joe grabbed for his half filled bottle of beer, gulping down the rest. The strength of him holding me up with one hand was turning me on, so I wiggled my butt on his pelvis. He cracked a smirk, softly spanking me. My lower half was gently placed back on the ground, as we caught our breaths. Joe wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me up against him. I sealed my back to his front, inhaling his scent. My arms folded atop his, as I laid my head back onto his chest. Nothing like a much needed quickie to get my mind back right on my husband. That’s for damn sure!

How would Topp Dogg kiss you

A/N: Omg this was so much fun to do!! Sorry it took me a minute. I don’t get much done during the week because of work and I really wanted to do this because Topp Dogg! And yes, we write for all 13 Doggs. Ugh I miss those last three so much!! T^T. Well, I hope I did my job and destroyed you a little! Glad to know I’m not the only one who enjoys this kind of thing XD Either way! Here ya go! And I hope you have a great day too!! :D ~Red 


While working out.

You weren’t really one to like exercising much but you didn’t mind accompanying him. He usually started out by stretching and a few sit ups to which you either sat by and watched, or did your own thing. Getting ready to do a few push up he asked you sit on his back, to add a little weight to it. After he did about ten of them you hoped off, impressed at him while he sat up and motioned for you to lean down, telling you he had something important to tell you. Believing him, you leaned down, only to have him lean up to you and place a small, sweet kiss to your lips. 

“I love you”


While you’re cooking

You’d be standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast for the two of you and he’d come out of nowhere and wrap his arms around you, placing his head on your shoulder and ask you what you were cooking. You’d smile at him, turning to face him so you could answer his question, only to be greeted by his lips softly and gently placed to yours.

“You still taste better” 

I swear if anyone takes that sentence out of context!!!! 


Watching the stars.

You two would be laying outside one night, just enjoying each other’s company as you’re staring up at the stars in the sky. Your head would be laying on his chest as his arm would be wrapped around you. You’d smile to yourself, hoping that this moment would never end. “It’s so beautiful” you’d mumble quietly. He’d move a little to look down at you, making you look up at him. He’d stare int your eyes before leaning down a little and kissing you cutely, kiss after kiss, until he’d pull away long enough to look at you again. 

“Not as beautiful as you though.” 



You were over at the Dogg house for game night and today, one of the games you were playing was ‘Truth or Dare’. You didn’t mind it honestly but when it was Sangdo’s turn, and Hansol dared him to kiss you, you grew nervous. You’ve had a crush on the boy for ages now, and he on you which you didn’t realize. The boys started to tease you both when he grew nervous and refused but after a few minutes he gathered up all the courage he had and walked up to you, stopping right in front of you. Cupping your cheek he closed his eyes and leaned in for a hot and passionate kiss which you quickly returned. The boys would actually have to pull you apart, leaving you blushing and him laughing. 

“Ah, we should do that more often!” 


the gif is so tiny omg T^T

At the Zoo

The two of you would be out on a cute trip to the Zoo. You loved all of the animals and haven’t been to one since you were a small child. You’d stop at every animal you two passed until you finally reached the camels. You’d giggle a little and look at Nakta. “Aw, look!” He’d turn to see what you were pointing at and smile a little. You’d start again “You know, they’re actually kinda cute” you’d admit and he’d turn to look at you, wrapping his arm around you and holding you close as you looked up at him. He’d smile shyly before leaning down to peck your lips. A short, sweet, but very loving kiss. 

“I’m cuter though, right?” 

…I had too…no regrets…


After annoying you all day long

 He’d annoy you all day long, playing little pranks on you or arguing with you about nothing in a goofy way. Hansol was just being….Hansol. At the end of the day you had gotten really annoyed with him, even a little mad. Grabbing a book or something to keep yourself busy you sat down on the couch, completely ignoring him, to which he started to get annoyed. “Yah, jagi!” He’d start whining until he sat right in front of you, repeating the same thing until you put whatever you had in your hands down to look at him. “What Hansol?” You’d question, annoyed at him. He’d smirk in that Cheshire cat smile and quickly lean in and kiss you, his lips lingering on yours for a while and leaving you confused. He’d pull back after a few minutes, leaving you breathless, and stare at you while smiling. 

“You’re so cute when you’re mad” 



Tickle fight 

You’ve had a long day and BJoo could tell when you came home, huffing out air and letting yourself flop down on the couch beside him. He’d stare at you and ask a few questions about your day but he’d stop when all he got in return to them was a single hum. He’d grin slyly and turn to you. “Let me cheer you up”. He’d start scooting closer to you and start tickling you, making you laugh uncontrollably, screaming and begging for him to stop long enough for you to catch your breath. He’d laugh at you and refuse, not stopping until you found the opportunity to flip him and start dishing back what he had served. You quit minutes after and sat next to him, smiling. “Not so fun is it?” You’d ask and he’d smile. Wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down on the couch with him, making you lay on top of him and leaving you wide eyed. He’d lean up and place his lips to yours in a soft and longing kiss. 

“I don’t know, I think it was!” 


Out for coffee.

Xero would randomly show up and take you out for coffee. Nothing special but you loved it nonetheless. You’d order your favorite, a latte with lots of whip cream, and he’d order his. The two of you would sit outside the small cafe, talking about everything and nothing at once. Taking a sip of your coffee you’d smile at him to which he’d start giggling at you. Clueless you would sit there, wondering why he was laughing and your eyes would widen when he leaned in over the table, licking off the whip cream by your lip before placing his own onto yours. A sweet kiss that tasted like a mix of his and your coffee. 

“You had something on your lips so I figured I’d help you out” 


Cuz this is one of my favorite gifs of maknae

While dancing around the house with you

You’d be busy cleaning the house while blasting Topp Doggs Arario and dancing around the house while ATom came home. You didn’t notice at first so he’d just stand there and smile to himself while watching you. It wouldn’t take long for him to join you though, even rapping his own part while dancing around the house. You’d laugh when you see him next to you, looking just as goofy as you did until you found yourself tripping over the vacuum cleaner cord and fearing for your life. You expected to hit the ground but when you opened your eyes you were met face to face with ATom’s. You’d stare at each other for a second and you could feel yourself blushing as he leaned in, placing a soft, tiring kiss to your lips. 

“How about you leave the dancing to me?” 



During a movie in the theater. 

Yano had surprised you by texting you earlier that day and telling you he was taking you out to the movies to see the new one you wanted to watch so bad. Halfway through the movie he would place his arm around your shoulder and you’d turn your head over to look at him, grinning when he turned shy and tried to remove his hand from your shoulders. Holding onto his hand you made sure he wouldn’t move it and he stared at you a small smile growing on his lips and you could see him slowly leaning in, nervous about everything he did, and placing a light kiss to your lips, smiling into it when you returned it. in the end, the two of you would miss most of the movie because you were too busy making out. 

“That was a pretty good movie, don’t you think?”


Out of nowhere.

You were sitting at the table in the kitchen, looking through a few things on your laptop with more than five different tabs open, each of them on something else. Right now you were watching funny videos on YouTube, laughing every now and then when something happened. Seogoong poked his head in the room and watched as you giggled in front of your screen. Walking over to you he’d wrap his arms around your neck and place his head on your shoulders, now giggling with you over the funny videos. Turning to look up at him you smiled, getting ready to speak only to be cut off by his lips smashing unto yours, fitting perfectly. 

“I love you” 


In the studio after showing you his newest song. 

He’d call you up one night to tell you he had just finished composing his newest song and he wanted you to be the first one to hear it. He knew that you’d give him an honest opinion on it and always loved to hear your feedback. You made your way to his studio and greeted him with a small hug before sitting in the chair next to him and listening to the song. You closed your eyes, feeling the beat as you nodded your head to it. As the song ended he looked  at you, hopeful, smiling when he found a grin on your face. “It’s amazing Kidoh!” You could see the excitement on his face as he jumped up only to stop and pull you up with him to place his lips to yours. They tasted sweet and enjoyed the taste every second they lingered on his. Pulling away he beamed at you.

“You should really come by more often”


This gif is so beautiful omfg 

After calling your name

You were walking down the street on your way to nowhere in particular when you heard a voice calling you, a familiar voice. Searching around for the owner you spun around a bit too quickly, your eyes widening as your lips connected to another pair. You blinked a few times, your reflexes kicking in and automatically punching the one who dared to kiss you. “Yah! Who do you think you are?!” The owner giggled and it took you a second to realize who it was. You pouted at him, crossing your arms as he laughed at you. 

“Last time I checked, your boyfriend” 

The Wolf 🐺

She made it to work about ten minutes late. Completely disheveled and unbeknownst to them half dressed. “Sorry I’m late, traffic was terrible.” She announced at the daily morning meeting as she smoothed her hair. Her mind raced thru her last hour with him. Her clit swollen with lust touching her trousers inseam. “Ugh I’m going to feel this all day without any panties, my pants are going to be so wet.” She thought and smiled. The meeting ended and everyone departed as usual. “Thank god I didn’t plan a terribly busy day today.” She thought fretting her pants being wet.
She watched as he waltzed into the shop like nothing abnormal happened less than thirty minutes ago. “Shit I’m already wet.” She said under her breath as to not alert anyone. “It’s going to be a long fucking day.” She laughed to herself.

Later that afternoon he sent a text reminding her he had planned to leave early that day. “We could meet after my hair is cut. I’ve been hard all day thinking about this morning, I could really use your lips around my cock again.” She blushed to herself. “Mmm I would to love taste you again, when should I leave?” She agreed in response. He left at about 3:30pm she followed not far behind at about 4:30pm. “Where are you?” She text. He gave her his location and she started in his direction in a rush. “I can’t wait for this, my pants are soaked with my juices for him.” She thought as she rubbed her fingers over her wet pussy lips.
They found a parking lot labeled BINGO Night. They pulled in, he parked next to her car and came into the driver side rear door. She went to him, he pulled his cock from his pants she took it into her mouth and pleasured him just as he wanted. “Let me see that wet pussy.” He demanded. She stood as he unbuttoned her tight trousers and pulled them inside out over her round luscious ass. He grabbed it and pulled her pussy to his mouth. “Mmm so wet, you’re such a good girl.” He said as he flicked her clit with his tongue. He lowered her onto his cock forcing it between her tight pussy lips stretching her open for him. “Fuck I’ve been craving this all day.” She moaned. “That married pussy is mine baby.” He said breathing deeply. “It’s all yours.” She said agreeing. She came hard for him and just as she came so did he, she sucked his delicious juices from is hard cock until he was empty and licked him clean. “So how do I earn those panties back?” She asked as she pulled her trousers over her ass. He laughed “Who says you’re getting them back?” He laughed and raised his eyebrow in question. “I fucking love when you look at me like that.” She smiled kissed him and they departed. Her still wet and swollen for him drove home to her husband. Who was blissfully clueless. “Good night my wolf.” She text later that night. “Good night my doll.” He responded.

Local dad demoted to lame dad upon return of the last son of krypton.

Also, overall deep regrets about forming a league of super-powered peoples.

Bruce is probably the butt of jokes HAHA this poor onion
Honestly this was an excuse to draw each one of them bc who needs to study. 


Pregnancy Series - Part 5: Not Your Typical Love Story

A/N: I’ve been super busy this week so thank you so much for being patient with me!! I really hope you like this part, we get a small glimpse into the past! Let me know what you think! xx

Part One
Part Two

Part Three
Part Four

*15 weeks*

“So my mum and sister are coming next week and they really want to hang out with you, get to know you and stuff but I told them that I’d have to run it by you first…” Harry trails off; taking in a giant breath as he finally stops his nervous rambling.

“I want to talk with Liam,” You announce casually, not paying any mind to what he had just asked you.

“I- what?” He asks perplexed after a few moments of confused silence, “Where’s this coming from?”

“Well I’ve talked to Niall and Louis since the, um, incident,” You tell him, scooting a little closer to him on the couch as you attempt to explain yourself, “And they were very sincere with their apology, so now I think it’s time to speak with Liam.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” He shakes his head, closing his eyes as he nervously tries to think of a valid excuse for his disagreement.

“Harry,” You sigh, forcefully grabbing his chin and turning his face towards you, “You told me that he’s called you every single day for the past 2 weeks, I think we should be adults about this, babe.”

“Yeah but, what if things go wrong again,” He whispers lowly, his voice barely audible as he silently pleads with you to reconsider, “I don’t want things to get worse ‘cause I don’t want to lose either of you.”

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cliffxrdluke  asked:

Secret Santa AU? (Like one half of the OTP assigned to get gifts from the other or something idk I'm a slut for this AU)

arrgh we need to finish all christmas prompts today hahah sweats profusely

  • I can’t believe you got me these hideous oven mittens what the hell I don’t even bake?? I thought we knew each other, I burn water man
  • I hoped my secret santa was going to be the person I’m infatuated with, but no it turns out it’s actually you ugh. But it turns out your gift was actually really nice and wow I had no idea you knew I even liked this

  • you completely forgot about secret santa so you gave me a shitty last-minute handmade coupon titled ‘I’ll do whatever you want for a whole day’

  • I had absolutely no idea what to give you so I brought you a toothbrush and wow if looks could kill I’d be mangled and dead on the floor. I’m sorry?

  • I thought I got my best friend so I bought a really wacky and stupid gift but it turns out I got someone else with the same name as my friend and shit

- jo 

I think I just need some time to calm down and

rewatch old episodes. Once I can make sense of it all and find clues of it all back in the early seasons, I’ll be fine. Right now, it’s all seeming like a last minute decision. I feel like it was always planned to be a dude like Wren or Toby and this just all feels so rushed, I still can’t believe it. I’m sure I’ll like it way more once I rewatch past seasons with a clear mind and the second I see some more evidence, it’ll sound a little bit better. But right now - sorry I’m not a fan of it. There’s no motive to take it to that extreme length like wtf CeCe. And I still can’t believe we all ruled out this transgender theory because a writer said no to it. From now on I TRUST NO WRITER. NONE OF THEM. Marlene lied tonight as well, there’s no clear why or how. I feel like we only got a who and a slight insight to the why and that’s it.

Anyways. That’s where my mind is at right now, about to go to bed and do more exams tomorrow. Sorry if I’ve been spreading too much negativity tonight, I’m just not a fan of it for the reasons I’ve said above. It just feels so last minute and I need someone to convince me otherwise, then I (might) love/like it.

In His Absence

Imagine you and Sam trying to emotionally support each other after Dean becomes a demon and leaves.

Author’s Note: Sam x reader set after Dean becomes a demon and leaves. Reader was a fairly new hunter, and not aware of Dean’s mark of Cain. They are drawn together through their grief/guilt over Dean leaving. Little fluff at the end but very angsty besides. Warnings: angst, Dean being gone, very drunk sam, alcoholism, 

This was one of those last minute things where I really didn’t want to leave you guys without a fic for the night but I was crazy busy. I was writing another fic but knew it wouldn’t get finished, so I opted for a shorter one. I really hope you still enjoy it <3 And I’m sorry the format is wonky I don’t know what’s up with that. 

 “Sam,you’ve got to pull yourself together. Come on!” I tugged at his sleeve imploringly. “Ugh you reek of alcohol.” The heavily intoxicated hunter snickered and took anotherswig from the bottle in his hands. I was amazed that it was even physically possible for him to get drunk anymore. He was finally surpassing his brother in one of their least admirable habits.

           “Leave mebe… woman.” His words were spaced irregularly and apparently amused himself, ashe spent a moment chuckling after every sentence. In all my time hunting with the Winchester, I had never seen him insuch a stupor. “Here… if you leave me alone I’ll buy you a drink…” He stuffed his hands in his jean pockets clumsily, searchingfor something that must have just now entered his mind.

           “Sam this is ridiculous. I’ve always wondered if you had a problem but you never get this bad.Come on, I’ll bring you back to where I’m staying. Stop digging around in yourpockets, I’m sure whatever money you had is gone now.” He nodded in wide eyed agreementand threw a heavy arm around my shoulder. The weight of his limb knocked every bit of breath from my lungs. He squeezed me tightly against his chest and offered up the half empty whiskey, tippingthe bottle’s sticky top to my lips. I sputtered and pushed it away in disdain, still attempting to help him along the darkened street. We must have looked like quite the pair, my little shoulders bent under his much taller frame. I silently prayed that our walk home would be uneventful. I could defend myself, but I wasn’t sure how helpful this 6′4 child would be in a fight. 

           “You are such a good friend… I wish I remembered your name. But I know I like you, you must be a good one. Even if you are short as hell…” He babbled senselessly into my ear as we made their way towards the motel we frequented while in this side of the state. God knows where the Impala was, and who’s hands Sam had passed the keys off to in that bar. He never was very good at poker. If only Dean was…

I hated seeing him like this, without a shred of dignity. He wasn’t the same powerful and brilliant man I had observed hunting all manner of creature and being, angelic and demonic alike. The man on my shoulder was just a drunk, and there was a certain guilt that filled my cheeks with redness and made my footsteps even heavier. Because, leaning on me in his inebriated state, he was an open book. A book I respected to much to read like this, and felt like closing in shame.

           “Sam, why do you do this to yourself?” I mumbled under my breath and plodded forward under the monstrous weight he was placing on me, in more ways than one. It wasn’t until we passed under a street light that I realized he had been staring down at my face silently. His features were poignantly somber. There was no more empty smiles or friendly banter, just a sticky fixation that seemed uncharacteristically sorrowful. It wasn’t clear if it was my face that he saw, or something else, but his eyes were the unchanging hazel warmth that I loved. They were so different than Dean’s eyes, which now could at any moment flicker into a certain soul consuming emptiness that made the darkest black seem luminescent. 


After what felt like years we reached the door to the motel. I struggled to prop Sam up and search my own person for the key, the whole time pondering how the metal number pate above my head was just as tarnished as that dump’s reputation, but it would suffice. We had been forced to hold up in much worse places in the past. Once the worn key worked it’s way to unlocking the door I ushered Sam towards the couch. He half sat and half fell into place, his arms and legs far too long for the small, dingy cushions. 

           “There, you can stay here for a while. That would normally be Dean’s bed but…” I stopped myself and grimaced. It had been months, did I really still think of Dean that much? “Anyway like I tried to tell you earlier at the bar, I figured something out. It might help us bring Dean, the real Dean, back.” I heard a crash and turned to see Sam somehow on the ground, attempting to return to his perch. It was like watching a blind spider scale the side of a slippery glass. I sighed and ran to help him up.

           “All you ever did care about was Dean…” He muttered bitterly as he used my body for support. His eyes still held their distant, sad gleam. “After all I did, it was still always Dean, Dean, Dean,… And now he’s gone on and left. He’s become some kind of psycho, and…” I pulled away and let him fall to the couch below without shred of warning or regret.

           “He’s not a psycho! Dean’s not himself, and it’s all of our faults…” My voice shook with anger and regret. “Don’t ever act like he’s not our priority. At least have the respect for him that you don’t deserve.” I turned and retreaded to the window. The view of the dimly light streets below was blurred by the tears threatening to spill over in my eyes. Losing Dean was a pain I pushed back week after week. I had let the guilt plague my thoughts til it was an unbearable burden.

           “You never warned me about all these this! You knew about the mark of Cain, and you knew what he was battling. Maybe if one of you had opened up to me I could have helped change things! Instead you let me walk into this hell blind and I…” My voice cracked as another wave of sorrow washed over me. I let the sobs rock my body until a hand reached up to rub over my back. I knew that long fingered touch, just as well as I knew the soapy scent that was hardly detectable behind the odor of alcohol.

           “Come here.” My entire being cried out to take shelter in the arms behind me but I stubbornly held back. My skin was afire with anger and spite. 

          “It’s not fair! Why do I have to keep looking for him when you get to just drink away your sorrows?! Don’t you know I’m in just as much pain? He’s not my brother, and I didn’t know him as long as some… but he was my family Sam! You are both my family… and I needed you! At least he has an excuse for leaving me all alone!” I found myself turned around and pushing against Sam’s broad chest with all the fragile strength I had, but even in his drunkenness he stood tall and unmoving. His jaw clenched tightly as I poured all of my hurt and frustration into beating against his wrinkled flannel shirt. The softness of the material under my assault was almost as infuriating as his lack of response. I beat at him until I was an exhausted mess of spent emotion. 

           “Go ahead; you have every right to be angry. I thought I was protecting you by keeping my distance, but I’ve hurt you.” I finally collapsed into his embrace, a mess of hot tears and whimpers. He pulled me close and made little hushing noises that were strange to his strength and stature. Even in his state, I think he somehow knew who I was to him, and how we had all wronged each other in one way or another. 

He chastised himself for never stopping before to consider the marvelous weight this tiny girl carried, how she was struggling silently against the pain of everything that had happened. It made him ache when he realized how readily she took on the guilt he so easily shrugged off. 

I spent a long time shaking in his arms before my breathing became regular again. Sam ran his hand over the back of my head, gentle fingers untangling the knots in my hair and in my weary soul. 

           “One of your books you read in the bunker’s library, it said ‘everyone is afraid of something, loves something, and has lost something.’ Do you remember that?” He whispered the question into my ear while massaging the tense places between my shaking shoulder blades. I nodded, head buried shyly in his neck and shaded by a fringe of his shaggy hair that was inches longer than usual. “Well I think that’s true. And I think it’s why I felt like I needed to drink so much.” I sniffled and removed my head from its resting place to give Sam a questioning glance. He gazed beyond me, outside the window and on to the shadowy highway stretching into the distance. His confident and well composed persona was gone, replaced by either strong drink or strong emotion.  

           “I’m afraid of something, I love something, and I lost something.” He lifted a hand to wipe the tears from under my tired eyes. “At first I thought it was a stupid quote. We’ve lost so much that we love, and are afraid of so little. But in the bar today I think I figured it out.” There was a moment of silence as we stared at each other, partially in disbelief that we were in each other’s arms. “In a way, my answer to all three is the same.” He slowly leaned closer and closer to my face, til his nose was just an inch from mine. His lips moved slightly and carefully, as if to kiss, but he stopped. Instead he rested his forehead on the top of my head. It was simple but beautiful, proof that some part of him was still unchanging. “The only thing I’m afraid of, is losing the things that I love.” His grip tightening around me was all the explanation I needed. 

        “But now I realize, I love those things far too much to lose them to fear.’ 

asian-pop-ramblings  asked:

If you're still taking prompts, would you consider writing 24 or 32??? Love all the previous ones, by the way <3

send me a ship and a number and i’ll write a short fic

Notes: thank you! i’m not into doctor who lol so here’s 24! sorry for the delay :p


24. literally bumping into each other au



It happened three times. Three times, in a single day. Three!

How could it not have been destiny, or something bigger than them, playing a role in this so-called coincidences?



The first time, Sakura is on a bench, waiting for the bus.

It’s cold, it’s seven in the morning, and she hasn’t had her coffee, as she didn’t have time to make it, unless she wanted to miss the bus. Therefore, she is cranky, mentally cursing herself for taking so long at showering, her life for sucking so much, and the entire world for, well, everything else.

The bus arrives and she stands up from the bench. Absent-mindedly, she walks towards the doors as the open, ready to climb the steps, find a seat, and wait half an hour until the bus stops in front of her university. However, she does not remember that some people are supposed to step out of the bus now, and she bumps into the first person exiting.

It’s him: a tall, dark-haired guy, more or less her age, wearing an expression as grumpy as hers.

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Woozi Fic 26

thank you to anon for requesting this XD i actually wrote this fic…three weeks ago? yeah like three weeks ago and i never posted it because it just wasnt that good but hopefully i have modified it to fit the birthday surprise that anon was hoping for :D SO! here we go and uh this will probably become a two part one

“What about this?” you ask, holding up a navy blue, button down shirt with short sleeves.

Hoshi squints, examining it, before shaking his head. “No, Woozi wouldn’t wear that. Look for long sleeves. He’s more of a long sleeves guy.”

You hang the shirt back on the rack. “But he doesn’t wear them when it’s hot.”

“Okay, do you want to go for practical or special?”

“You’re right, you’re right,” you sigh, going back to searching. “Ugh, I can’t believe I waited ‘til the last minute again! Every year!”

“It’s okay. His party’s not for another two hours. We’ll all find something,” Hoshi reassures you.

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This whole butchering Shinoa’s character thing is pissing me off. They’re adding romantic(if you can even call it that) implications to Shinoa’s character, and it’s just so awkward and forced. It doesn’t even make sense! Some of her actions weren’t even in the manga as @yamiga123 said! Kagami developed a beautiful Mikayuu relationship, now the producers are shoving Shinoa down our throats. (Don’t get me wrong, I like Shinoa’s character) I’m really hoping they don’t fuck up the animated scenes of chapters 36-39. If Yuu///noa does end up being the endgame, then that’s again so UGH. So many people love and admire Mikayuu so much! I’d be so good for the fans, shippers, Mika and Yuu, and LGBT rights, ect. If this all ends up being fan service or queer baiting, I’ll drop EVERYTHING. Mikayuu is SOO much better than a forced straight romance created last minute. Sorry if this seems stupid, but this is how I feel, and I developed strong feelings for Mikayuu, and seeing this happen is so cliché, and it breaks my heart. I still have hope that Mikayuu has a chance. I don’t know how big that chance is, but I have hope. I also hope this doesn’t end up being a basic shonen anime. I guess we’ll see..

Hungover After St. Patty’s? What’s the Second Thing? My Head’s Pounding...

1. alone on thanksgiving?
2. falling in love on christmas?
3. hanging with your sister on valentine’s day?

Skye wakes up with the Ward boys at Christian’s house.  Everyone is too hungover to function.  Christian has an indoor pool.  Anna is adorable.

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