you are making me fall deeper and deeper

[TRANS] VIXX :: Shangri-La (도원경)

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Flowers blooming splendidly,
this place where even the wind is sweet
is just a dream.
If I am with you,
no matter where I am, my heart flutters
as the images come back to me.

I’m drunk on you,
leaning on a distant scent.
Leaving time behind,
looking at you.
When the white moon rises,
I look at you reflected in the moon.

My days and nights are all you,
you fill them in (without a gap).
Every breath I hear
makes me think that it’s you.

Paint it in more, in stronger colors.
This night is spreading deeper inside of me
so I cannot escape.
I close my eyes and look for you within myself.
I get drunk, even drunker.
I want to fall deeper into this dream.
You come to me
and sink into only me.

Speaking of that night
makes a deep read camellia
that looks like you jealous.
Your sweet lips
shining blindingly
bring forth waves
in my sleeping heart.

Even peaches that are
not quite ripe are sweet.
Underneath the fluttering flower petals
I follow the trailing ends of your silk clothes
and pull you into my arms.
I know your breathing too well.
You blow into me, and I fall into
my dreamlike imagination.

My days and nights are all you.
It’s like my swaying heart
will be infatuated
by your strong scent.

Paint it in more, in stronger colors.
This night is spreading deeper inside of me
so I cannot escape.
I close my eyes and look for you within myself.
I get drunk, even drunker.
I want to fall deeper into this dream.
You come to me
and sink into only me.

All the empty spaces inside of me are filled in.
The colors dyed by you are faint
and shine blindingly.
It’s beautiful, warm, and mystifying. 

I’m flying, flying with you,
within the fantasies that bled into my dreams.
You draw closer
and bloom in my heart again.
Just you, only you know.
The place I’ve searched for is you.
When I open my eyes again
you sink into only me.



Whenever I head back to my hometown Shanghai, I always have these memories.
My grandparents would welcome me by saying “oh my dear grandson, oh my treasure you are finally here". They would always make me delicious food, would always tell me that they would buy anything I want, would always hug me, would always give a little kiss on my little hands.
A lot of changes happened as time passed by.
Numbers and numbers of tooth might start falling off.
Wrinkles might start to get deeper and deeper.
The amount of distance my grandparents can walk might decrease.
They might not eat as much as they used to.
Basically, everything is changing but one thing, it’s their smile.

I realized that, if you have a young heart, then you are capable of being younger than anybody.
Also if you have a joyful or happy heart and mindset, then you will be happier than anybody.
So sometimes, I think to myself, I should change the inner me instead of the outer me. Also if we believe in who we are, then we will become.
My dearest grandpa and grandma, thank you for letting me know all these messages. I will live better. I love you.

Why S4 (including TFP) might be a continuation of TAB

  • TAB doesn’t end on the tarmac - it ends with Victorian Holmes looking through the window at modern Baker Street. It seems like a perfect bridge between TAB and S4. He says he’s a man out of this time, then the next thing we see is modern Sherlock tweeting and still being a bit out of character. 
  • All the ‘’fuckiness’’ started in TAB, not in T6T. Like this scene
  • Their sudden change in appearance. 
  • Sherlock didn’t really solve the case in TAB because that wasn’t the point. Same pattern in S4.
  • The abominable bride is an old case, so are the S4 ones. If you watch HLV and then TLD  you’ll notice they’re almost the same story. 
  • ‘’You’ve been reading John’s blog’’ that’s why he imagines T6T.
  • ‘’It helps me if I see myself through his eyes sometimes’’ explains why TFP is like a Bond/horror film.
  • He tells Ella he needs to know what to do about John, then we get a retelling of HLV with broken John and Sherlock trying to save him. I hate this show?
  • Being on a plane is literally being high (on drugs). If you watch S4 with this mindset EMP becomes even more obvious. T6T - planes, TLD - drugs, TFP - planes. Same thing. They told us
  • He’s literally shown sleeping on a plane in T6T.
  • Moriarty telling Sherlock it’s not the fall that kills him. It’s the landing. And it’s unresolved because Sherlock still hasn’t woken up/hasn’t landed. We don’t even know how Sherlock survived tha fall in TRF.
  • ‘’You’re in deep Sherlock, deeper than you ever intented to be’’ hence all the plot holes. Of course it doesn’t make sense, it’s not real.
  • The girl on a plane is Sherlock. She doesn’t know how to land, the plane is going to crash. Sherlock probably can’t wake up, again, ‘’he’s deeper than he ever intended to be’’. 
  • TAB flash back in TFP which ties everything up for me. Curious thing is that he’s alone there, as if he took a step back since TAB. It doesnt matter who you really are, Sherrinford, etc. Which leads us to

The virus in the data: TAB - Moriarty, S4 - Mary.

AGRA = Mary = memory stick. She’s literally stepping out of a hacker’s house. It can’t get any more obvious, can it? Well…

She infected the story, the redemption arc is just a facade and Sherlock has finally realised she’s the real virus. Miss me? That’s why the fourth season is so wrong.

It’s time to wake up, Sherlock.


A short little comic idea I’ve had for a while. Didn’t want to draw it until now because I wanted it to ‘look nice’, but now I threw out the’ look nice’ part and just drew it. This is how I felt about the Undertale fandom.

I had played the game but was slightly scared to dig deeper into the fandom to find out what all new designs meant. I didn’t fall into the ‘AU world’ until I saw loverofpiggies Error sans. I swam even deeper into the AU fandom when I found comyet Ink Sans and I’ve only continued to love every new AU and drawing I see and come across.

Thank you for making me love Undertale, this is the best fandom I’ve ever been in and I plan to stay for a loooong time.

@loverofpiggies @comyet @corefrisk @askspacesans @danny-trash @renrink @kuttiesstuff @miya-sheep @tratserenoyreve @yoralim @ttoba @undertaleau

(Now that my tagging wants to work, I tag everyone who helped me absolutely love the Undertale AU universe. The blogs that I found first and made me understand the fandom more. Everyone deserves all the love, everyone in this whole fandom. Hugs for everyone, you are an amazing person every single one of you. I love you tagged people for making me love Undertale. And I love you other people who aren’t tagged because you are who you are.)

Three Words, Eight Letters

Author’s Note: Reid x Reader. When the Reader says “I love you” Reid struggles to return the sentiment. But there’s more than one way to say it. You just have to listen.

He can translate five languages with ease and can read 20,000 words per minute. He can recite Shakespeare and poetry and memorize entire film scripts without batting an eye. And yet, there are three words he just can’t manage to string together.

She thinks it’s a mental block, that something in his mind just won’t let it happen. Or perhaps it’s something in his heart. Something scarred, and something scared. They’d been together for six months before she found the courage to say it to him. They’d been sitting together on a park bench, watching the world go by. He draped an arm over her shoulder, and she’d nestled close to his chest, sighing. It was the most natural thing in the world, to be by his side.

“Spencer?” she’d said, glancing up at him.


“I, um… I love you.” She had pulled back a bit, gauging his reaction. His eyes widened and red crept into his cheeks as he sat there stammering, looking wholly shell-shocked. “It’s okay,” she added, “You don’t have to say it back! I just thought you should know.”

Spencer had looked down, pulling at his knuckles. “It-it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that… I can’t. I’ve tried to tell you so many times, but the words, they won’t come out.” He was quiet for a few moments, before saying, “I think it’s because of Maeve.” His late girlfriend. He had told her their story a few months into their relationship, the night they unearthed the demons of their past together. “She said it to me, but I never had the chance to tell her that, and ever since then I just… I can’t do it. I’m sorry. Because I do… I really do, I just…”

His voice jumped higher and his eyes began to water. Sensing his distress she’d leaned in and silenced him with a kiss. “Shh. I know. It’s okay. You don’t have to say it. I just wanted you to know.” There’s no need to rush it. When he’s ready, he’ll say it.

Months pass, and he still cannot manage it. She’s gotten rather fond of telling him despite the sentiment not being returned. Those words seem to come so easily to her, as though trying to make up for his silence. She can’t stop telling him how much she loves him. When he shows up to her apartment with her favorite takeout food, when they’re the only two sitting in the library, between ragged breaths after he’s kissed her so deeply the world melts away.

He never says it back. And yet, he says it all the time. She just has to listen.

“I love you,” she laughs, as he finishes telling her a funny story on their walk back from dinner. He’s accompanying her back to her apartment, and the air is rapidly cooling off. She shivers, wearing only a dress and light jacket. When the sun went down, the mild fall temperatures went with it. Spencer stops and pulls off his coat, laying it across her shoulders.

“Darling, you don’t have to-”

“Don’t worry. I’m not really cold at all,” he assures her, removing his scarf as well. With care he wraps it in circles around her neck, smiling at her. Instantly the cold in her bones is replaced by warmth, and she buries her nose into the fabric of the scarf. It smells like ivory soap, coffee, and autumn. Just like him.


Spencer takes her hand once more, and they start off down the street. “Of course. I don’t want you to get sick. You need it more than I do.” He takes his coat back when they reach her building, but he conveniently forgets about the scarf, a fact which she’s all too happy about to believe it was an accident.

She hears it then.

She hearts it when he comes back after a long case, she throws her arms around him. “God I’ve missed you,” she says. “I love you so much.”

He kisses her forehead, and when he pulls away she notices the bag in his hand. “”I brought you something.”

“Why?” she asks. “It’s not my birthday or anything.”

“Open it,” is all he says. She peers inside, and withdraws a book. Staring at the cover, her mouth falls open.

Virginia Woolf’s To the Lighthouse. An old, worn copy. She opens the front cover and stares at the first page. It can’t be. “But this is… this is a first edition! Spencer, it must’ve cost a fortune!”

He shakes his head. “You’ve always told me it’s your favorite book, and that you’d do anything to get a first edition copy. Well, on the case I helped save the life of a rare bookstore owner, who insisted on giving me a book as a gift. When I saw this one, I knew I had to get it.”

“Why?” she repeats. In her arms she clutches the book tight, not sure whether she wants to hug it or him more.

“Just because,” he says. “I wanted to see your smile when you opened it.” The book is temporarily forgotten on the armchair as she loses herself in kissing him.

She knows it the day he comes over to find her curled up on the couch, crying. It’s been a difficult week and her best friend, Isa, has been in a terrible accident. Things are up in the air. Isa is in the hospital. Spencer doesn’t ask any questions, he simply walks over and sits down beside her. She continues to sob as he pulls her onto his lap and wraps up her in an embrace. His heart beats through his shirt, and he runs his hands up and down her back in slow patterns, whispering gentle reassurances in that low voice he typically reserves for victims and grieving families. In his arms, she is safe. Warm and protected. No matter what the world throws at her, she knows he will be there to lift her up and keep her steady.

The very presence of him soothes her. He wipes her tears with the sleeves of his shirt and pushes her hair back from her face. They sit there in silence, her head on his chest, his fingers tracing circles on her skin until her breathing returns to normal. No words are needed at all. He knows her, knows what she needs. And she knows in her heart exactly how he feels.

She is certain of it when they’re at an event for her job, and one of her colleagues starts ranting about how medication is useless for mental illness. Robert goes on and on, saying that all people need to do is think positively and do things like yoga. Everyone is overdiagnosed, overmedicated, and overly sensitive.

Spencer feigns a sudden interest in the view from the window in the hallway as an excuse to escape the conversation. He glances down at her, quickly looking her over. “Are you okay?” he asks.

She bites her lip and inhales slowly. Anxiety has been a struggle for most of her life, and it was only with therapy and medication that she started to heal. Since college, things have been much better, but she still remembers the darker days, when she wasn’t sure how to keep going. To hear people say such ignorant things about mental health still stings.

“I’m alright,” she says. “I’ve heard worse things. But thank you for getting me out of there. I love you.”

Spencer interlaces his fingers with her own and they stare out at the city together. “I’d do anything for you. And I don’t want anyone to hurt you. What you feel is valid, and nobody should tell you otherwise.” He’s always doing that with her. Her protector, her knight in a vest and cardigan. There is no doubt in her mind that when he says anything he means anything.

They are sitting in his living room and they’ve both had a stressful day at work, and he’s making herbal tea in the kitchen. “I love you,” she says, grinning, when he sets the mug down before her. Spencer frowns and shifts uneasily in the armchair he’s in.

“Doesn’t it bother you, Y/N?” he asks.

“Doesn’t what bother me?”

“The fact that I still haven’t said it.” Oh. That. “We’ve been dating for over a year, and I still can’t manage to do something so simple. I know it must be frustrating, and I don’t want you to think I’m not as committed to you or to our relationship. You’re the most important thing in my life, and I don’t want to lose you. But I can’t say it yet.”

“Spencer,” she says softly, resting a hand on his forearm. The fabric of his sweater is soft between her fingers. “I know it. I know how you feel about me. You don’t have to say anything before you’re ready to. There’s more than one way to say I love you, you know. You tell me all the time. Not in those words, but I get the message.”

He seems unconvinced. “How?”

“You ask me to text you to make sure I get home safely. You call me almost every night when you’re away on a case just because you say you want to hear my voice. You hold me when I’m scared. You take me out to get Thai food even though you’d rather have Indian. You memorized every song in Les Mis because you knew it was my favorite musical. In all those gestures, I can hear it. And I can hear it when you make time for me no matter how busy you are. Sometimes you say it without saying anything at all.”

She leans closer to kiss him, softly at first, then deeper, deeper. In equal fervor he responds, and though the syllables do not fall from his tongue, his lips are perfectly capable of making the message clear. Every part of her tells her it’s true, that he loves her he loves her he loves her. No flower petal plucking needed to divine it.

One day, she’s walking across the sidewalk to hand him a cup of coffee. They’re going to walk to the Smithsonian, but it’s still early and they need caffeine before they’re ready to go anywhere. He holds the paper cup close to his face, breathes in the scent of a warm mocha.

“Ah. What would I do without you?” he says, flashing her a smile. She laughs, a grin that stretches across her whole face, and the morning sunlight hits her eyes just right at that very moment, and she just looks so adorable. Something in him lifts. “I love you.”

The smile falters, and the latte she’s holding tumbles from her hands, contents spilling on the sidewalk. She blinks. “What did you say?”

Bewildered, she stares up at him, and his heart swells. “I love you,” he repeats. He can’t explain why now or how, but the words have finally come and he can’t stop them. Months of sentiments fall from his mouth. “I love every part of you. I love the way your eyes light up when you’re excited and I love the way you laugh and I love how open your heart is. I love your patience and your hair and the way you kiss me when there’s no one else around. I love all of you. I love you. I am in love with you. I’ve never loved anyone this much. I love you, Y/N.”

It feels so good to say it.

It feels so good to hear it. Water springs to her eyes before she can stop the tears. Stepping over the puddle of coffee, she cups his face in her hands. “I know you do,” she murmurs. “You didn’t have to say it. But I’m glad you did. And I love you, too.”

In the middle of the sidewalk, he pulls her closer, pressing his lips to hers. They’re both laughing and crying and something in them has changed. She doesn’t care that people pass by, giving them odd looks as they stand there kissing. Whatever locked doors existed in his heart have finally been opened. He’s healing. He’s ready.

For him, she would wait a thousand years. No demands, no ultimatums. She has heard the sentiment before, listening carefully to his actions and reading between the lines.

But oh, how good it feels to finally hear those words out loud. And oh, how she loves him.


jacksonwang852g7: Shanghai 집으로 돌아갈때마다 할머니 할아버지 항상 “아우고 우리 애기 왔네 우리 애기왔네” 외치는거 정말 인상 깊었어요. 돌아갈때마다 맛있는것도 해주고. 힘드냐고 관심을 가져주고. 또 다정하게 원하는것이 뭐냐고 다 사주겠다고 하고. 저를 항상 안아주고. 쓰담쓰담 해주고. 손에 뽀뽀해주고. 하지만 시간 정말 빨리 간것같애요. 벌써 2017 년 됐고. 그동안 많은 변화가 있었어요. 특히 우리 할머니 랑 우리 할아버지. 이가 점점 시간 갈수록 하나씩 하나씩 빠지고있지만. 주름들도 점점 깊어지고있지만. 예전 처럼 오래 오래 편하게 걸어가기 힘들어지고있지만. 예전 만큼 식사를 편하게 못해지고있지만. 순발력도 예전 같지 않지만. 이렇게 많은 변화를 하고있는 우리 할머니 랑 우리 할이버지. 딱 한까지는 변화 하지않았다. 웃음이 변하지않았다. 사랑하는 두분 한태 정말 많은거 배웠어요. 마음이 젊으면 누구 보다 더 젊을수도있고 마음이 밝고 행복하면 누구 보다 더 행복할수도있다는고 알게 됐어요. 저의 개인적인 생각이지만 가끔 우리 생활중에 바껴야되는 부분은 겉이 아니라 마음이 더 중요한다고 생각이 들어요. 너무 너무 감사하고 사랑해요 우리 할머니 우리 할아버지. 

每次回到上海 我的记忆里 每次回家 都会笑着跟我说 心肝宝贝 回来了 回来了 每次回家外婆外公都会做很多好吃的 问我累不累 问我想要什么就买什么给我 很暖的抱抱我 拍拍我的头 摸摸我的脸 亲亲我的手 这段时间 我每次回家的时候 都会发现 外公外婆 变了 可能牙齿变得没那么多了 可能皱纹变深了 可能不能像以前走那么久了 可能不能吃的那么多了 可能反应不如以前了 但是有一件事是永远没变过的。 是我外公外婆的 那份笑容。 外公外婆令我深深的感觉到 只要有一颗年轻的心,比谁都更年轻。 有一颗开心,开朗的心,比谁都更开心。 我个人觉得 有些时候要改变的 不是表面上的东西 是我们的心 我们相信什么,我们就是什么。 外公外婆 很爱你们 会有机会就马上回上海家里看你们的 

 When ever I head back to my Home town Shanghai, I always have these memories. My grandparents would welcome me by saying" oh my dear grandson , oh my treasure you are finally here". They would always make me delicious food, would always tell me that they would buy anything I want, would always hug me, would always give a little kiss on my little hands. A lot of changes happened as time passed by. Numbers and numbers of tooth might start falling off. Wrinkles might start to get deeper and deeper. The amount of distance my grandparents can walk might decrease. They might not eat as much as they used to. Basically, everything is changing but one thing, it’s their smile. I realized that, if you have a young heart, then you are capable of being younger than anybody. Also if you have a joyful or happy heart and mindset, then you will be happier than anybody. So sometimes, I think to myself, I should change the inner me instead of the outer me. Also if we believe in who we are, then we will become. My dearest grandpa and grandma, thank you for letting me know all these messages. I will live better. I love you. #jacksonwang #잭슨 #王嘉爾 #theinneryou #thankyougrandpagrandma #shanghai #love #

anonymous asked:

Kill me with some daddy!harry. Pleaaase, i need it soo bad

Okay, so @nips-and-tats and I were talking about this the other night, and it STILL kills me.

Harry pulls your hair, making you arch your back and moan as he’s taking you from behind. His other hand would be on your hip, digging his fingers in your skin as he fucks into you and making sure to leave some marks of his rings for tomorrow. 

You squeal as he gives you a hard slap, his touch stinging so much it burns. “Been so good fo’ daddy, pet” he says and slows down, his thrusts becoming deeper, and you can feel every inch of him, every ridge and vein. 

You’re pushing your hips back, getting him into your rhythm. You’re circling and grinding your hips and you can hear Harry’s breaths becoming deeper and louder. A raspy groan leaves his throat, “Oh yeh like tha’? Yeh like fuckin’ daddy back? Huh?”

He stops thrusting, making you whine. Then he grabs you by your throat, bringing you up so he can talk in your ear. “Fuck me like this, fuck daddy backwards"

And you fall forward on your hands and obey, pushing your hips back and taking him in, so smoothly and effortlessly. 

“That’s it, pet, make daddy cum down yeh pretty thighs”

Lacrosse Practice

A/N: I didn’t proof read this, so I’m so, so sorry if there are any mistakes, if there are, please tell me and I will fix them right away and enjoy this imagine. I love you guys xxx

You were so nervous yet so excited, you were getting ready for the Lacrosse try outs and you were on the field watching all the guys clumsily put on their jersey’s. You picked up your stick and picked up a ball and flung it across the pitch and perfectly into the net. You heard someone cheering and applauding you in the background, shouting your name, you turned your head and saw your best friend, Y/B/F/N, standing on the bleachers.You waved and placed your focus back on the ball. You picked up another ball and threw the ball into the net again.

“Woah, who the hell is that?” Stiles asked Scott as he watched you throw every ball straight into the net. “That’s Y/N.” Scott replied. “What? Are you sure? I’ve loved her since the first time I saw her, I think I would recognise that goddess. Maybe your werewolf superpowers aren’t working properly today.” Stiles insisted. “Trust me, that’s Y/N. And when do my wolf senses not work?” Scott snapped as he narrowed his eyes at Stiles. “Like that time when we were in that gay club a couple years ago.” Stiles smirked. “Right, sure, ‘cos my powers are meant to be used to sense all gay people, real mature, Stiles.” Scott playfully rolled his eyes at Stiles. “Everybody get on the field! Come on, my grandma can run faster than you, and she’s dead!” Coach shouted and blew his whistle.

You dropped your ball on the ground and ran to the centre of the field where Finstock and all the other players were. “Oooo wow, a girl. Are you sure you’re in the right place, you could get seriously injured by us men.” teased another Lacrosse player. “I can take care of myself, and as for you, get ready for any humiliation and broken bones. I heard for a guy, it’s kinda embarrassing to get beaten up by a girl.” you insulted back. Seriously, a girl can do whatever she freaking wants, don’t be a sexist pig and get a life. “This is the most important time of your lives, these are Lacrosse try outs! Now go! Move it!” yelled Coach. You grabbed your stick again and got into one of the lines, next to Greenberg.

“Come on Greenberg, get the hell up and get to the back of the line. Greenberg, you suck,” your eyes widened. “God, I hate that kid.” Finstock whispered the last sentence but it was loud enough that you heard it. “Careful, Stilinski and McCall are dangerous animals, take it easy, Y/L/N.” you rolled your eyes at him and put the ball in the net of your Lacrosse stick. Stiles and Scott got in position and glanced at each other, both of them tightening their grip to their Lacrosse sticks. You charge at the two boys and they did the same. You pushed your shoulder into Scott and pressed your stick against his back hard and he fell to the ground. That was pretty easy, not gonna lie. Stiles ran towards you and you quickly dodged him while hitting his shins with your stick, causing him to trip up and fall to the grass, immediately joining Scott. You threw the ball towards the net and the guy in goal missed the ball, letting the ball hit the back of the net.

You turned round and everyone’s jaws had dropped, even Coach’s. “There’s no point looking at you losers now, Stilinski, McCall, you disgust me. What the hell was that?!” Finstock yelled and you snorted and tried to cover your mouth. “I guess, you should congratulate your new Lacrosse captain…?” Coach continued. “Applaud her, you lazy slugs!” A roar of cheering and whistling deafened you and you smiled. You turned your head and you saw Stiles still on the floor as he watched Scott lift himself up. You barged through your disgusting classmates and made your way to Stiles.You offered your hand to him and he gladly took it, you lifted him up and he brushed off all the grass off his uniform.

“That was pretty amazing, you even beat poor McCall here.” Stiles pointed at Scott. “You probably scarred him for life, poor Scottie boy.” Stiles continued sarcastically and you laughed at his humour. Scott placed his hand on your shoulder and you looked over at him. “That was incredible, congrats on being Captain, you deserve it and it’s about time a girl proves everyone wrong. Well done. Stiles, I’ll meet you in the changing rooms, bye Y/N.” Stiles winked at Scott. “Thanks Scott, trust me, you did great with the other players.” you finished and he left, leaving you and Stiles alone again. “Sorry if I really hurt you, Stiles.” Stiles shook his head, “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. It would be kinda funny if you left a mark, then I could be reminded everyday that I got my ass kicked by a beautiful and talented girl.” Stiles immediately stopped when he realised what you said and his a soft red coated his cheeks.

“Oh god, I just meant that…” Stiles paused and froze for a second. “There’s literally no way of me saving myself here, is there?” you shook your head and smiled. “Sorry Stiles, now, what were you saying?” you taunted. “Oh fuck it. Y/F/N, you are the most prettiest girl I ever laid my eyes on and I’ve liked you for so long, so, so long, trust me, it’s been long and Scott thinks it’s pathetic since I never confessed my love to you and I talk about you literally everyday and it’s been long, you can even ask him. Actually, don’t, that would be pretty embarrassing for me when you find out how long I’ve liked you, and I’m rambling, oh shit, this is hard. Okay, how would you like to go on a date with me, this Friday at 6?” You pretended to think even though you knew what your answer was gonna be but you just wanted to taunt Stiles just a tiny bit longer. “Look, Stiles, you’re a great guy and i’m sure any girl would be lucky enough to have you but i’m not one of them…” Stiles looked down and grabbed his Lacrosse stick and was about to say something until you quickly continued. “Of course I will, I’ve liked you for so long too but maybe not as long as you, the way you described it, it was liked you’ve liked me since I was literally born.”

Stiles wrapped his arms around your waist and picked you up, twirling you around. He stopped after a few seconds of you both laughing and you squealing. “Don’t do that to me ever again. A guy like me can only handle a lot of rejection and I swear I could hear my heart breaking, I don’t think I could ever love anyone again if you carried on.” you laughed and smiled at him since he really did love you and you could feel yourself falling deeper and deeper for him. “We should probably go. You know, before Finstock screams at us and makes you cry.” you playfully insulted Stiles. “Yeah, I cry really easily, you know I cried when I first watched the ending of the last Star Wars movie, that shit hit me hard.” you laughed so much, you could feel yourself tearing up. You knew you were going to fall hard for Stiles and you had no idea how you were going to pick yourself up if anything bad happened. It was going to be impossible.

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Warm Me Up pt. 21

songs I listened to: Wasting all These Tears- Cassadee Pope, Echoes of Love (yes still), Here Without You- 3 Doors Down, Through Glass- Stone Sour, So Sick- Ne-Yo, Water Under the Bridge and Turning Tables- Adele

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Classes were relatively easier now. It wasn’t so hard to keep up. And now, with Spring break, Will finally had some breathing room. Sadly, breathing room also meant thinking time. And he didn’t want that.

Paolo, Alex, and Cecil were sitting in the café with him. Alex and Cecil were going back home. Paolo would be staying, because a trip back to Brazil was too expensive for just a week. While they chattered on mindlessly, Will’s eyes drifted to the door on the side of the café. Then to the pillar outside. To the smoke clouds from the people sitting outside, happily talking to their friends.

“Okay, my ride’s here, I have to get my things,” Cecil said as he stood. “I’ll see you all next week.”

They waved at him and Alex squirmed anxiously in his seat. “I guess I have to go back some time, right?”

“Remember, you have us here. We’ll welcome you with open arms the second you get back,” Will offered.

“And a lot of cookie dough and blankets,” Paolo added. “We’re here for you, Alex.”

“Thanks guys.” He took a breath and gave them a thumbs up. “Wish me luck.” He left the café and Will watched as he zipped through the crowd.

Suddenly, a hand was on his forearm. He looked over at Paolo who was looking at him curiously with black eyes. “What’s on your mind?”

“Nothing,” he muttered. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I know you. And I can read your expressions. So spill.” Will rolled his eyes and began folding a napkin mindlessly. “It’s him, right?”

“It’s stupid,” he muttered. He shook his head and tossed the napkin aside. “I thought that by giving him his stupid sweater back I would be able to let go of everything else. The last little bit of hope and, by default, whatever emotions I have left.” He felt a burn in the back of his eyes and sighed as he shut them, putting his forehead in his hand. “But then, I see those stupid marks on his neck and… it hurt. It still hurt. Now I have this image in my head of some random guy kissing him, and… him kissing that guy back. And it hurts.” His voice broke and he groaned in frustration.

After a second, Paolo nudged him and pulled him up from his seat. “Come on,” he said. Will frowned, but followed. “We’re going for a drive.” He hauled him to Will’s car and asked for the keys. Will gave him the keys uncertainly and got in.

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Capture my heart while your face is smiling so bright and your eyes are locked up at my gaze. Tell me how the beats of your heart are for me and my smile filled up your mind. Tell me that I made you the happiest and you love the way you feel for me. Tack my hair behind my ear when it’s waving in front of my face while writing in a windy day. Stare at my eyes as if you’re gazing at sky at night. Sing to me my favorite song while staring at me with a smile on your face in between the beats of the song. Slow dance with me under the bright sky in the middle of the night. Tell me I’m beautiful even if I’m crying. Hold my hand when I’m down and when my day didn’t treat me well. Buy me ice cream when it rains so my feelings won’t divert in the rain. Sing me to sleep, watch me over while I’m sleeping until you fall asleep while I’m in between your arms. Whisper me how much you love me and every beats of your heart is my name. Write me a poem and make my name as the title of it. Pull me closer when I’m pushing you away. Tell me you’re the luckiest to have me. Make me fall in love you with you everyday so it will go deeper and deeper until I drown myself with the love you give and then leave me– leave me in the midst of the paradise you made and let me drown in the ocean of love you made.
—  L., this is how you kill me
Breathe, You're Safe

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John Shelby x Reader

Reader helps John through a nightmare.

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warnings/notes: Fluff ahead ;)

A/N: I’m dedicating this to @peakyblinders1919. They write amazing stuff and I’ve probably read almost everything they have written. This will be a two part fic! Part One about the reader helping John and Part Two with John helping the reader. I hope you enjoy and leave me feedback please, please, pretty please!

You woke up to the sound of crying and labored breathing. John was sweating and had a pained look on his face. His eyes were shut tightly as a few tears escaped from behind his eyelids. You turned on the lamp.

“John…” You whispered while you leaned up on one arm moving him slightly to try and wake him up. One of his hands reached over and tightly gripped your arm and the other grabbed the edge of the bed. Grasping tighter and tighter as your panic started to grow.

“John!” you screamed louder than you had meant to and shaking him a lot harder than before with your other hand. His eyes shot open as he gasped for air, loosening his grip on your arm and looking around in trepidation. You writhed away from him impulsively, holding your squeezed arm in your hand. Tears now fell from your eyes as you wrapped some of the sheets around your body. You hugged your legs to your body trying to understand what just happened. His gaze shot over at you in realization of what he had just done. His fear during the nightmare shifted to being upset about what he had done to you and then finally changed to anger over his actions.

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I need to talk to you guys about the fact that I’ve been really struggling lately. Not in a mental health sense because that’s been going alright but in the sense that I’m struggling to manage my time.

I’ve recently got a new job as a bartender at a pub that is also a Fringe venue (the Fringe is this performing arts festival in my city every year and everything gets so much busier than normal). So instead of doing my requested 10 hours a week at work, I’ve had to do 30 hour weeks whilst studying full time. This has been completely exhausting for me both emotionally and physically. On Friday I did a 21-hour long day which nearly killed me. You can imagine that with this much work I barely get time to study.

What makes it worse is the fact that when I do have time to study I am often so emotionally exhausted that I don’t. I just can’t find to motivation to study during the few spare hours a week that I have. I’m skipping lectures, doing the bare minimum to pass and falling deeper and deeper into bad studying habits. I keep telling myself that when Fringe is over and I go back to working 10 hours a week that my studying will improve. But I’m not entirely sure that’s true either.

One good thing out of this experience is that my respect for students who work full time and study has increased so much. I can’t believe that some people do this for long periods of time and not just for a month and many of them look after kids at the same time and I just can’t imagine having the strength to do.

@solangelo-scomiche-caleo asked if I could do a continuation of this, which you should probably read first, so here you go. Hope you like it :)

Blinking, Will sat up in the couch he’d been lying on. It took him several seconds of looking around to realize he was in Nico’s apartment, a blanket draped over him. Nico was nowhere to be seen, though.

What was he doing here?

He didn’t exactly remember how he’d gotten here, only that he had. The pain in his head didn’t really help either. He wasn’t used to drinking. He barely ever did. But apparently last night he had though it necessary. He faintly remembered thinking he had to see Nico for some reason and then nothing.

God, what had he done? He just hoped he didn’t do anything stupid, like confessing his feelings or trying to kiss him or something. Nico was his best friend and everyone knew the best way to ruin a friendship was admitting you wanted more. At least, that’s what everyone always told him, what he saw in movies, not that he had any experience.

The first time they met, through Leo Valdez, Will had though Nico was absolutely breathtaking. With his messy hair the color of the night sky and these deep brown eyes and high cheekbones. Then he’d opened his mouth to make a snarky remark to something Leo said and Will was gone. They’d talked all night, became friends, best friends and Will had slowly been falling deeper and deeper in love with him. He was almost sure Nico didn’t feel the same, though

Maybe he was freaking out over nothing, maybe he’d just arrived here and instantly fallen asleep. God, he hoped that was what happened.

He got up and walked to the kitchen to see if Nico was there. He was. Standing in front of the counter, making a cup of coffee.

Will awkwardly cleared his throat and said: ‘Hi.’

Nico jumped, almost let the cup in his hand fall to the ground. He turned around. ‘God, Will! You scared me, I didn’t hear you come in.’

‘That’s weird. You always hear everything.’

Nico shrugged, but Will noticed he didn’t meet his eyes. He was more fidgety than he normally was. So he did do something yesterday. They hadn’t been awkward around each other since the very beginning of their friendship.

He didn’t know how to bring it up, though, so he tried acting natural. They ate breakfast, bickered like they normally did, even though it felt a bit forced. There was an awkwardness underlying everything and Will didn’t know how to deal with that. Not to mention his head was killing him.

He assumed Nico felt the same, because he suddenly just said it. ‘What happened yesterday? You never drink.’

Will chewed on his lip and raked a hand through his hair. ‘I uh… needed the courage to do something.’

‘Do what?’

‘Was I – Did I say something yesterday?’

Nico flushed red. Not a good sign. ‘You kind of told me you wanted to kiss me. But don’t worry’, he quickly added when Will’s eyes widened. ‘nothing happened. I just figured it was the alcohol or something. I didn’t uh – yeah.’

‘It wasn’t.’

‘Wasn’t what?’

‘Wasn’t the alcohol.’, he quickly said, before he lost the nerve. ‘I do want to kiss you. Even sober.’

Nico just looked at him for a while. ‘Why don’t you then?’, he finally said with a smirk.

‘Seriously?’, Will sputtered, not getting the response he had expected.

Nico, the jerk, snickered at his expression, though he couldn’t hide the blush on his cheeks. ‘Yeah, Solace, seriously.’

So that’s what Will did. He stepped closer to Nico, put a hand on his cheek and softly pressed his lips against his.

He knew it was probably terrible, morning breath and all. He probably still smelled of alcohol, but if Nico didn’t mind then he didn’t either.

The kiss made stars grow like flowers in his heart.

anonymous asked:

How can you stop overthinking? Because I literally overthink every single thing and that leads to me being more depressed. Please help.

I have no idea, I’m so sorry but I don’t know..

I also overthink every single thing, making me fall deeper and deeper into depression. 

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XOXO ~DepressingMadness


Message to my followers:

It has become time to make this post…As some of you may have noticed, I have been steadily falling deeper and deeper into the Supernatural fandom…. I have been blogging more and more about Supernatural, especially Jared and slightly less Jensen. I also feel myself inspired to write SPN-centric smut more often. 

This has been making me feel guilty towards my Tom followers, and my (very few) SPN followers, because I am sure the two fandoms both get annoyed by their dash being flooded by the other fandom’s posts. So much so that I have been contemplating starting a side blog. But tbh, I’m too busy and too lazy to run two blogs.


If you are a Tom Hiddleston follower, the solution is blocking the “SPN” tag on my profile, I will always tag with that. 

And for the SPN followers (hopefully there will be more of you in the future) if you don’t want to see Tom pics and randomness in my beloved fandom, please block the “Tom Hiddleston” tag, and he won’t show up. 

Éasy as PIE!

If you don’t mind either, or even love both, feel free to stay! 

I love you all no matter what!

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Loki x Reader The Danger You Crave Part Six

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Wow I love this gif hehe

Word Count: 863

Warnings: smut 

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You lunged back from Loki. The world around you seemed to spin as you came to realize the memory had shattered. “Don’t touch me,” you tried to say angrily. 

“You remember that moment as well as I do,” Loki murmured.

“Loki, why are you doing this?” you asked, almost pleading him to give it up. “Just-just tell me. Tell me and I’ll take care of it. We can run away and start everything over. Just give up this.” You reached out to touch his shoulder. Loki sneered at you, moving away. “Look at what they’ve done to you. Look at what Thor’s done to you.” 

“No one has done anything to me,” you seethed. “No one except for you.” 

“I helped you,” he argued. 

“You brainwashed me.” 

I saved you!” 

You were startled at his sudden yell. His eyes softened immediately when he realized and he straightened his back. “I saved you from the wretched horrors of this world. I was trying to protect you from a life of misery,” he argued. “The only thing you’ve done is hurt me. Over and over and over again. And each time you fuck up it’s always me that gets hurt.” 

“You think I do not ache when I lose you?” Loki demanded. “The time I went without you was hell and the only thing that got me through it was knowing that one day you would be by my side once more.” 

Your fists clenched by your side, blood boiling with every emotion humanly possible. “You can’t actually think that I would ever support this sick idea of a dictatorship, do you?” 

“This world was made to be ruled by some as powerful as we,” Loki said, trying persuade you. “The human race was born to be subjugated.” 

“This place is my home,” you responded. “There was a time when you said your home was with me,” Loki disagreed. 

“And then you ran away from me.” It took every ounce of strength you had not to cry or lash out at him. “You went and left me, your brother, all of us!”

“Do you still love me?” Loki asked after a moment. 

The question caught you off guard. Of course you loved him. You never stopped. “Loki, that doesn’t-” 

 He pulled you into his arms and your mouths met. There wasn’t a moment of hesitation between either of you. Your eyes fluttered shut and your brain screamed at you to stop. Loki was the enemy. As hard as it was to see him that way, you were going to have to eventually.

Loki pushed you up against a rock, gently as possible, and kissed your neck. He paused, resting his head on your shoulder. “Do you still love me?” he repeated breathlessly; his voice was warm against your skin, making you shiver. 

You shut your eyes tightly. “I never stopped.”

His hands found the fastenings of your clothes. The slender fingers of his went to work while you leaned your head back, willing yourself make a choice. You didn’t care if that choice was right or wrong, you just knew something had to be done. 

Loki kissed you swiftly once more, the decision making itself. He hoisted your thighs around his hips, holding you up as easily as possible while he fumbled with his armor. You pulled on his shoulders, kissing and biting around his neck. His fingers drummed up your bare legs before pausing at your upper thigh. His thumbs massaged the sensitive area gently while he kissed your shoulder. 

A sudden whine escaped your lips when his finger moved upwards; he rubbed against your wet clit, wasting no moment. 

Your hands tangled in his hair as you bit down on your lip to keep quiet. Loki pressed his hardened member against your thigh and whispered into your ear. “Do you love me?” 


He slammed into you, leaving you with no choice but to scream in pleasure. His thrusts were almost comforting. Since the split up, neither of you had laid with anyone and now that you found each other, there wasn’t any point in wasting the limited time with teasing each other. His hips met your with precise rhythm. Your breath grew heavy. Each thrust he took it felt like we went deeper and deeper into you and you loved it. Your walls clamped around him, making him grunt. You whimpered his name in a high voice, making Loki shudder. “[Y/n],” he moaned in reply. His pace increased. You tossed your head back, crying out as you felt the climax rise up. The warmth pooled into your stomach as you moved your hips with his. 

Loki groaned when you both finally came; the feeling of his seed spilling inside you made you shake. He leaned against you, both of your chests rising and falling heavily. “Do you love me?” he repeated. “Y-yes,” you managed to say.

“Then help me,” he pleaded. The genuine fear in his voice worried you. What he had done to put him in such a state remained beyond you. He peered his eyes at you, hands resting on your hips. “Loki,” you whispered. “I tried.” 

A/N okayyy so it was really short but it’s just a bridge to get to the good stuff, I promise. Also, tell me if they’re are any typos in my work. Sometimes I get so caught up in other things I forget to review the grammar part oops

Go Deeper

Tonight I want to turn you on.
Make the light switch click in your brain
so you feel what I’m saying
and drip with my pain.
Tonight I want to wet your cheeks
with the same tears I’ve feared for years
to let fall and reach the curl of my lips.
Tonight I want to equip you
with all the shit in my mind.
As the sun goes down
I want you to press against my chest
and hear what a broken heart sounds like
at its best.

As we slip deeper into Sundaze
touch me the way light does plaster at dawn.
Working your way up.
Subtle. Sensitive to design.
Caressing the darkness out until sunrise seeps through my window
Head back. Wind blows.
Nature awakes. Our son created.
Your return; forever belated.

But if compasses were created for men
how do your hands travel the mountains
and barren fields that are my body
Like you created the map
Like you wrote the scripture
Like you published the guide
Like you welded the key
Like you made the red Mississippi clay used to sculpt my twists
my turns
Like you are here to wet surfaces l exhausted
Like you are God herself
Like second came man
Like my first touch was your hand
Like you stroke the seas
Creating oceans with pointer fingers
leaving them lost
Leaving me to wonder
Where did you wander?

Sex Game

100 Kink List: 12. Sex Game

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Request: Could you do a sex game one( first to come loses) and make it so there’s just a lot of dirty talk?? Just a lot of smut in general 😏 thanks! 

Warnings: nsfw, smut, dirty talk, word ‘slut’ is used a lot, masturbation

Words: 1695

Note: school sucks and writing smut is more fun, here’s a present but-deans-back-tho and ik I’m so creative with titles… xoxo and ugh i like this gif

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Word Count: 1,164

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Five times..
 We’ve watched “blood, sweat and tears” five times in a row, and its starting to not sound right anymore.
Not because of bad connection, or because of buffering, or because you turned your head and swore you “missed” something.. but simply  Because you wanted to.

We’re in The coffee shop.
The one you told me about countless times on the phone late at night, when I get home from practice.

The coffee shop that you claim to be the BEST coffee shop in all of Seoul.
The coffee shop that you deemed to good to be called its original name but the name you gave it which is “THE coffee shop”.

This specific coffee shop is  approximately a hour from my dorm. Nights like these all the boys would be in the dorm just chillin. Jimin and Jungkook would be playing video games, Suga would be probably writing new music and Jin would be catching up on some laundry that has been sitting in the corner of our dorm, neglected through out the weeks due to busy schedule and laziness. It’s late, and I’m tired but because it’s your  favorite place I don’t mind coming this late.

 My butt hurts too..

From sitting so long..

Sitting on these old, hard wooden chairs, that were probably here when this shop opened.. The Burgundy shorts that I decided to wear matched the Burgundy rough (but still somewhat soft) fabric that coated the old chairs.. I noticed it when we first walked in.

You thought it was cute.

You told me I’ll like it here..

You lied..

Aside from the chocolate chip pancakes that i only got one bite out of before you took mine  because you were so “hungry” This place was terrible.

The shop was dim, and the floors creaked when you stepped on them. The table cloths were an ugly pastel pink which completely contrasted with the dirty Burgundy chairs that was slowly rubbing itself against the back of my bare knees causing it burn a little .

I’m not happy with this place..

But you are.. So I’m okay with my legs burning.

I’m sitting across from you in a booth, but it’s so small our knees are touching. You don’t seem phased by it, but my face is starting to feel like the back of my knees rubbing against the aging fabric on this old wooden chair.

And were both really tall.. Oh well.

Your hair is up in a bun, but loose stiff curls keep falling out of it every once in a while. The short ones that are at the back, but you keep in place with a Bobby pin. You forgot them…so they keep coming out.

You told me not to call them stiff, but kinky.

I tried to help, but you told me not to touch your hair.

It’s okay tho..

I like to look at it anyways.

That kind gesture of mine caused you to look up, you gave me a death glare,which also in the progress caused you to “miss” a part of the video..

You restarted the video..

Six times we watched “blood, sweat and tears”.
And honestly, if your not tired of watching it, neither am I.

You look sleepy now..
It is 3 in the morning after all.

We didn’t have to come out this late, but you insisted.

Because chocolate chip pancakes taste the best EARLY in the morning and not after 12 noon, when I would eat them..

Well that’s what you told me
I didn’t argue..

I look across the table at you again and smile. The video your watching is reflected off your glasses and highlights your face. To be honest your cheeks look like thick slices of rich chocolate dipped in gold.

I smiled again and lean in a little to get a better look at your face.

It’s uniquely beautiful..

Just like the rest of you.

You made a little giggle when Hoseok came on the screen..

Hoseok is your favorite.

I would be lying if I wasn’t a little  jealous

Even tho you insisted that, the only reason you favor him so much is because hes a “Dance God”.

I don’t believe that..

I wouldn’t be so jealous if you didn’t smile so much whenever he comes on the screen.

You said I was overreacting..

At some point in the Third time of you watching the video, you ordered me to take down notes on the video.

On what exactly..I don’t know,You never told me.

You were wired like that, randomly coming up with ideas.

At random times, to never follow through the entire thing at the end.

That’s probably one of the reasons I like you so much..
One of the many reasons..

To tell you the truth, I like you more than you could ever know, even tho I tell you almost all the time

But you never get tired of hearing it,

And you know I’ll never be tired of saying it.

And if one day you just happen to become curious of how much I actually Love you,

I have a list..

A very detailed list may I add..

Of everything you do, and everything you say, that makes me fall deeper and deeper in love with you. You’re still watching the video, and at this point I’m just staring at you from across the table, just admiring..remembering.
Remembering every detail of you perfect, almost ethereal face.

You glanced up from the video and stared straight at me.
The atmosphere in the room suddenly became more hot, and suffocating and I was trying everything in my power to keep a straight face, and to not break under your intense gaze.

You held this gaze for a while it seem like.
Everything felt calm and relaxed, Everything seemed to slow down, Your stare became more intense, and my heart could beat any faster.
You lean in forward slightly and tilted your head.

So I did the same thing ..
The corners of your lips turned up for a split second, and continued to lean forward, until our faces was inches apart.
Now my heart was beating rapidly, my brain felt like it was rattling, and  I could fell beads of sweat starting to form on my forehead.
I know what your thinking..“Wow he’s sprung”.
And i would say you are very right..

Your eyes bore in closer and a look of pure focus was painted on your face. I crossed my arms and lean in a little closer. I don’t know what we were doing, but being so close to you and your face being millimeters from mine, has me a little lost.
You look straight into my eyes and smiles.
The most beautiful smile, I have ever seen. And with that, you lean back into the chair and restarts the video.

So Seven,Seven times we watched blood sweat and tears..And honestly if your not tired of..Neither am i.