so i was listening to the suffering game arc again because apparently i hate myself so i got to the part where taako has to give up his beauty and magnus goes “ill take two spins if u need to say no” and i??? theres just so much there u know??? magnus was willing to sacrifice twice more after losing his memory of kalen losing hp hell even after losing those ten years he was still willing to lose more for taako to keep his beauty???? like he knows how hard it was for taako to make that decision and he basically said ‘hey ill support u either way and i wont judge u no matter what u choose” and im just;;; compared to what they lost in the past doesnt beauty seem like the most inconsequential thing (at least for most people) but instead being like “dont be an idiot taako its not worth two more spins” magnus is like “im going to take the punishment for u if u say no because i recognize what this means to u” and i think it shows how deeply magnus understands and just trusts taako u know??? and it rly showcases the protectiveness too??? like “im gonna protect u and whats important to u even if others think its stupid or worthless  maybe i dont get it but its important to u so i will protect it even at cost to myself” and he would never judge him if he said no even if it would be incredibly selfish because thats who taako is and magnus just doesnt care idk he just rly understands him and its killing me

anonymous asked:

Yesterday I managed to fix my central air conditioning system all by myself. Usually I call my dad to fix things but I was so incredibly proud of myself. I can just imagine Niall trying to be all manly & saying don't call a handyman/plumber and trying to fix a clogged sink or even patching a hole in dry wall. It might take him 4x as long compared to a professional but he wouldn't want to waste the money and it would make him feel manly. Maybe a blurb idea? Obviously domestication is sexy

“Babe, can you get me a beer?”

These words, usually spoken from the couch while he tapped away on his phone during a soccer match or golf tournament on the television were a frequent occurrence.  Niall’s voice was always booming and loud, especially during the daylight hours.  But today, for some reason, he sounded especially exuberant.  

Standing up off your stool, you grabbed a beer out of the refrigerator, popped the top and made your way to the living room.  Only rather than seeing him sprawled out on the couch with his phone in his face, he was standing in front of the wall.  Not especially alarming until you noticed the battery of tools sitting on a table he’d pulled up next to him.

“What are you doing?”

Niall gestured to the hole in the wall in front of him,

“Fixin’ this.”  He reached out for the beer, “Thanks, Angel.”

The hole in the wall had been there since you moved in.  Courtesy of Mully and Willie tossing beer bottles across the room at each other.  Niall always said he’d fix it but he never got around to it, why on earth he’d chosen today was beyond your comprehension.

Your eyes widened with dread as you took a few more steps towards him,

“Niall, we should…call someone.”  

Niall took a sip of the beer and then set it down on the table next to him,

“Why?  I can do it.”

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anonymous asked:

We were asked SPECIFICALLY to not say anything about ATW by Taylor and by TN so why anyone is saying any different is beyond me. And I don't get why us SSers aren't allowed to be happy we went. It's almost like some of the fans are trying to take that away from us

Nobody is telling you you can’t be happy but when you guys say “omg something soooo special happened but none of you will ever know because it’s our secret” um I think a lot of us are gonna feel idk a little excluded and sad???? Especially when there’s literally no purpose to posting that. How can you guys seriously not see that and understand that??? A few days ago you were in their same shoes, please show some empathy.

-Falling for you-

Maybe it’s her eyes

That blinks with a beat

Like that of a beautiful melody

Maybe it’s her smile

It’s the nicest

Made me thank God

For being alive

Maybe it’s her face

The shape

The form

It’s the prettiest

It’s beautiful


It’s deeper

It’s not just physical

It’s more than what I can see

It’s her whole being entirely

That made this fall amazing


You have the best heart

I can tell you all the sweetest words

Describe you in the most romantic way

Paint you in the most beautiful art

Sing you songs that will take your breath away

You deserve more

So I keep the nicest line from this mouth

Waiting that you would spare a second

To hear the confession

From this humble heart

Because you deserve the best

You deserve a lifetime

You deserve the will of God

More than this crazy feeling

Of falling in love

//Me to Her//


One Shot 7

One Shot 7

“I want that woman out of my house!”

Chicago is never one to shout at anyone never the less his wife but right now it feels like he doesn’t have another option. “It’s not your house, it’s our house. She’s my best friend, what’s your problem with her anyway?” Chloe asks angrily. She will not stoop to his level and shout back. “My deal is that she is trying to steal my family away from me.” Chloe snorts. “Why would she do that? And honestly if it wasn’t for her I would have gone crazy by now.” Chicago takes a step forward and towers over Chloe. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means that when you’re overseas I’m all alone and when you finally do come back you’re drunk half of the time.” Chloe spits back at him. “You married me knowing what my job consisted off.” Chloe laughs. “I did, and that’s not the problem.” Chicago crosses his arms and gives the redhead a stare down. “What is the problem?” His voice isn’t supposed to sound so venomous but it does which scares Chloe but she won’t show it.

“I got used to you not being here but you being drunk when you are… that’s where I draw a line. You’re scaring our daughter, Chicago. Haven’t you noticed that she will barely come to you?” That drew the line for Chicago and he explodes. “It’s because your stupid best friend brainwashed her. Maybe you should reevaluate what’s more important… her or me!” Chloe throws up her hands. “Are you serious right now? Are you asking me to choose between you and her?”

“Yes, yes I do.” Chloe lets out a frustrated groan. “I am not choosing between you two.” Chicago narrows his eyes dangerously and it frightens Chloe even more. “You’ll regret that decision.” Chicago walks past Chloe back into the house. The redhead follows him with a terrified heart. “You… get out! If I ever see you close to my family again I’ll get you arrested.”

“NO!” Chloe shrieks and runs to the brunette who’s shocked from the soldiers behavior. “Dude, what’s wrong with you?” She asks calmly. “I want you to stay away from my wife and my daughter.” Beca gets up from the floor where she was playing with Bella. The little girl hides behind the brunette’s legs. “And why should I do that?” Beca is never one back down from a fight and she’s not going to start now. “Because you say so?” Beca crosses her arms with a grin.

“Don’t temp me, I will call the cops on you and I doubt you would want that… seeing that you have a name to uphold and a career?” Chloe gasps loudly. ‘Chicago don’t, you can’t…” The man cuts her off swiftly. “I can and I will if she doesn’t leave this instant.” Beca wants to keep eye contact but a light tug at her jeans catches her attention so she looks down. “Don’t leave.” The six year old’s pout always makes Beca’s heart melt. “Bella come here.”

The redheaded girl hesitates a moment but decides to listen to her father. Beca watches her walk away with slumped shoulders. Chicago picks her up when she’s close enough. “Leave, and I never want to see you or hear that you were near y family again.” Beca looks at Chloe who is really trying to hold in her tears. “Don’t you think that you scare me Chicago, you have not won dude. I’ll always fight for Chloe and Bella for that matter.”

Without any other glance at the soldier Beca hugs Chloe. “I’ll figure something out.” She whispers just loud enough for Chloe to hear. “Aunty Bec don’t go.” The two friends break apart at the loud cry. They see Bella wiggle out of her father’s grasp and run towards the brunette. “Be strong princess, this isn’t goodbye.” The small redhead wraps her tiny arms around Beca and holds on for dear life. The brunette gives the girl a squeeze and then looks up to Chloe who takes the hint and pulls her daughter away.

“I’ll walk you out.” The grumpy voice of Chicago breaks their bubble. “Whatever.” Beca heads towards the door trying to ignore the cries of the little girl in Chloe’s arms. It takes all willpower for Beca not to run back and take both Chloe and Bella with her. Home… a safe place without Chicago. Before she knows it the door slams behind her leaving her alone with her thoughts.


It’s been a week since Beca left the house. Her manager tried to reach her but to no avail. “I tried calling her, I wrote mails and texted I don’t know what else to do.” The talks vividly while driving to Beca’s house. “Thank you for calling me, I will try and talk to Beca.” Aubrey tries to soothe the stressed out manager. “I would have tried asking Chloe but I can’t reach her number. It’s been disconnected.” Aubrey nods. She remembers the redhead calling her from a new number telling her that she lost her phone and got a new number. That same week Chloe had removed her facebook, instagram and twitter account.

“Are you sure I don’t need to come pick you up?” Aubrey smiles politely. “No need I will take a cab back to the hotel if necessary.” Aubrey steps out of the car and walks up to Beca’s door. She rings the doorbell three times and waits for the brunette to open the door. “Sarah I told you I’m fine I just need some days off to…” Beca freezes when she sees the blonde in front of her door. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to get your head out of your ass.” Aubrey pushes past Beca so she can’t be locked outside. “How nice of you but why?” Aubrey turns around to look at the tiny DJ. “You haven’t been at the studio in a week and can you explain to me why Chloe has disconnected any form of social media?” Beca rolls her eyes. “What did you do Mitchell?” Beca groans loudly. “I didn’t do anything, that psycho of a soldier kicked me out of their house and forbade Chloe to talk to me.”

Aubrey sees the defeated look on Beca’s face. For the first time she sees the bags underneath the brunettes eyes. She looked like she hadn’t slept in days which probably was a fact. “I tried to find a way to help her but I can’t do anything. I lost her Bree, I lost her for good.” The brunette falls back on the couch with a loud sigh. “I can’t lose her.” The despair in Beca’s voice breaks Aubrey’s heart.

“Do you want to call her?” Beca shoots up, sitting upright staring at Aubrey. “I mean we could call her from my number and if Chicago picks up it’s just going to be me?” Aubrey take out her phone from her purse. “Why are you helping me? You’ve hated my guts for years.” Aubrey lets out a light laugh. “I never hated you Beca. We had our differences, yes. But I never hated you.” Aubrey sits down next to Beca with a small smile. “And I’m helping you because I know you love Chloe. And not in a friend kind of way.”

“I-I how uhm how did you know?” Aubrey lets out a giggle. “Everyone knew but somehow both you and Chloe were too clueless to actually see it.” Beca raises her brow. “You two flirted all the time. You fought like a married couple and to top it off you were called the mom and dad of the Bellas.” Beca scrunches her nose. “Wait, if you all knew why didn’t you tell me? Or Chloe?” Aubrey takes a breath. “We did, we really did but somehow you still managed to not get it.”

Beca scratches the back of her neck. “Thank you.” She slowly looks up to meet Aubrey’s green eyes. “Don’t thank me just yet, let’s call Chloe first.” Beca nods so fast that Aubrey thinks her neck might snap. “Don’t say anything until we’re sure that Chloe is alone.”

*Phone Call*

Chloe: “Hello?” Chloe’s voice sounds tired.

Aubrey: “Chloe, are you alone?”

Chloe: “Aubrey? I am, why are you asking?”

Aubrey: “Where is Chicago?”

Chloe: “He went to the supermarket, he should be back in 20 minutes. Why are you asking Bree?”

Aubrey: “Because I have someone that wants to talk to you.”

Beca: “Hey.”

Chloe: …

Beca: “Chlo? Are you there? Shit Aubrey I think we lost her.” Beca’s voice sounds panicky.

Chloe: “Beca? Is-is that really you?”

Beca: Lets out a relieved breath. “Yes Chlo, it really is me.”

Chloe: “I’m so sorry about everything, I should have stood up to him and…”

Beca: “Stop that Chlo, it’s not your fault. We will make this work… I promise.”

Chloe: “I missed your voice.” Beca hears a soft sob on the other line.

Beca: “Me too Chloe… How has he been?”

Chloe: “Angry… drunk…”

Beca: “Has he… did he hurt you? Or Bella?”


Beca: “Chlo? What did he do?”

Chloe: “N-nothing he did nothing.”

Beca: “Chloe I swear to god if he hurt you I’ll…”

Chloe: “I need to, he’s home.”

*End Phone Call*

Aubrey sees the angry look on Beca’s face and imagines nothing good. “I need to get her out of there.” The brunette jumps up but gets pulled back on the couch by Aubrey. “You can’t do anything Beca. Except if she…” Aubrey pauses with a thoughtful look. “If she what Aubrey?” Beca nudges the blonde. “We can only help her if she… if she leaves him.” Beca slams her hand against the couch. “She will never do that Aubrey! She’s terrified of him!” Beca takes a deep breath. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”

“It’s ok Beca, I understand.” Aubrey gently takes her phone back from Beca. “Is there anything you would like to give her?” Beca flashes the blonde a confused  look. “I’m going to go to their house to ‘surprise’ her. I can try and give her something from you?” Beca gets up and runs up the stairs leaving Aubrey confused this time. A few minutes later Beca returns with a flash drive. “Could you … please?” Aubrey takes it. “Of course, that’s what friends are for.”


Two weeks have gone by and Beca hasn’t heard from Chloe ever since they talked on the phone. Aubrey visited the brunette a few times trying to cheer her up. Aubrey had talked to Chloe about leaving Chicago but the redhead immediately brushed away the idea. Chicago was playing nice towards Aubrey but she could smell the alcohol from miles away. And the fear in her best friend’s eyes killed her inside. Of course she hadn’t told Beca about that. It would only result in Beca going over there trying to beat the crap out of Chicago and end up in the hospital herself.

Beca has been going back to the studio to keep herself busy. The people around her noticed the sudden change of mood and decided not to ask her about it. The last time someone tried Beca had scowled at them for 3 days. And that was just because of something her father had said. But now they could see this was something more severe and no one wanted to be at the receiving end of that anger.

Aubrey had filled in the Bellas who in turn tried to cheer up their ex-captain but nothing seemed to work. Beca had just politely smiled and rolled her eyes at the failed attempts. She knows they mean well but right now the only thing that could cheer her up is Chloe’s voice, her smile… hell even her hugs. That’s how she finds herself on a Thursday at 3 in the morning looking at old Bellas videos. Listening to every giggle and laugh Chloe let escape. The angelic voice when she would sing.

Around 4 am Beca hears a loud knock at the door. Who could be at the door at this time at night? Better yet who the hell would knock on the door instead of ringing the doorbell. With low growl Beca gets up from the couch and places her laptop on the table. She shuffles to the door and prepares herself to shout at the imbecile standing on the other side. But stops herself just in time when she sees Chloe standing there.

“Chloe?” Beca lets her eyes scan the redhead. With each passing second she gets more shocked. “C-can I come in?” Beca quickly jumps to side but first takes the sleeping girl from Chloe’s arms. “Mommy?” Beca shushes the sweet girl while rocking her back to sleep. “Don’t worry princess, everything will be fine.” Beca closes the door and locks it just in case Chicago decides to show up.

She makes her way to the couch but decides to sit in the armchair instead. Chloe needs space to collect her thoughts so it seems like the only logical thing to do. For the first time Beca gets a really good look at Chloe’s face and sees a big bruise right underneath Chloe’s left eye and right jaw. Beca can feel her anger boiling inside her. “What happened?” It comes out as a whisper but Chloe hears it. “He was drunk it isn’t… I…”

Chloe shakes her head choking back her tears. “Chlo, I’m going to put Bella down in my bed so she can sleep. When I come back we can talk… if you want of course.” The light nod from the redhead sets Beca in motion. She gets up and walks up the stairs carefully trying not to wake the little girl.

When she finally sets her down she feels small finger wrap around her hand. “Go back to sleep sweetie. Your mommy and I are downstairs, we’re not going anywhere.” The grip seems to lessen and the little girl lets go slowly. Beca places a soft kiss on the girl’s forehead and cover her with the cover. She lets the door open slightly so some light can still enter in case the young girl wakes up.

Beca makes her way back down and sees that Chloe hasn’t left her position at all. She clears her voice when she enters the living room. “Bella is sleeping, I left the door open in case she wakes up.” Chloe nods and goes back to looking at her hands. “Please talk to me?” Beca kneels down in front of the redhead. “What happened?” Chloe leaps forward and wraps her arms around the brunette and bursts out crying. Beca slowly gets up to sit next to Chloe on the couch, pulling her closer letting her cry.

When Chloe calms down she curls up into Beca’s side. “He got really drunk…” Beca tenses at the words. “… Bella wanted to show him her good grade. He got angry and hit her. I jumped in to stop him before he could do it again… he hit me instead. He walked out without a word…” Who could hurt someone like Chloe or Bella? “… I tried to settle her down but she wouldn’t stop crying. I took her and drove her to the one place she’ll always be safe…”

It’s the first time all night that Chloe looks Beca in the eyes. “You both will always be safe here.” Beca keeps looking into the once brightly shining blue eyes which now seem dull. Knowing that this isn’t the time to do this Beca takes up the courage to tell Chloe what she feels deep inside. “I will protect you for as long as I live. I love you.” A small smile starts to form on Chloe’s face. “I know you do Becs, I love you too.” Beca shakes her head softly. “You don’t know Chlo because I’m in love with you.”

“What took you so long?” Chloe leans in and kisses Beca softly on the lips. As good as it feels Beca pulls away. She sees the hurt look in Chloe’s eyes when she does. “I really want to but you just walked out of a marriage. You’re still married Chlo… I don’t want to take advantage of your emotional state.” Chloe hugs Beca tighter than she ever has. “That’s why I love you so much Bec, you always think of others before you think about yourself.”


The loud banging on the door makes the two women jump apart. “I know you’re in there Chloe!” Beca sees Chloe cower from the loud voice. Beca gets up and walks to the door. “Go away Chicago, you’re not welcome here!” She shouts back. “I will break down this door!” Beca takes a step back just in case. “I will call the police for harassment!” She can hear him laugh on the other side. “You’re the one that will get in trouble, my wife is in there without my consent!”

“Yes the wife that left you because you’re an alcoholic husbands that beats her and your child!” It stays quiet for a moment on the other side. “That… that was a mistake.” Beca sees Chloe look at the door from the living room door opening. “Chlo, baby I know you’re there. Please forgive me and let’s go home?” Chloe snorts. “You can expect divorce papers Chicago, I never want to see you again.”

“You will lose this battle Chloe, I will get custody of Bella and you will never see her again even if you tried.” Beca sees Chloe flinch at those words. “I have been providing for our family ever since we got married, you have nothing without me.” Beca runs to Chloe and wraps an arm around her before shouting at the door. “That’s not true you jackass, she has me supporting her financially. The court will take Bella’s choice into consideration. Bella will always choose for her mommy because she knows she’ll always be safe with her!”

Chloe looks at Beca full disbelieve. “We also have the best lawyer at our side.” Beca whispers to the redhead with a warm smile. “You will not get away with this Mitchell!” They hear loud footsteps disappearing into the night. When the coast finally seems clear the two women let out a breath they didn’t know they were holding. “Is he gone?” They look up and see Bella standing at the top of the stairs. “Oh sweetie, he is.” Chloe leaves Beca’s side and runs up pto her daughter.

Beca follows her with a small smile. “How about we all take a nap and call aunty Aubrey in the morning?” Beca asks the 6 year old. The smile on the girl’s face does all the speaking. “Why don’t you go lay in bed? Mommy and I will join you in a minute.” Bella rushes of to Beca’s bedroom. “I have some extra clothes for you to sleep in. They’re in the closet.” Beca kisses Chloe on her cheek. “I’ll see you in the morning.” Before Beca can walk back down the stairs Chloe pulls her back. “We have slept together before Becs.”

“I know but…” Chloe cuts her off with a giggle. “The only thing that changed is a 6 year old will be sleeping in the middle… and I love you.” Beca breathes in deeply. “I guess that’s not such a big change.”

They make their way to the bedroom and see Bella half asleep. Chloe quickly changes into one of Beca’s sweatpants and a shirt. “Good night mommy.” Chloe kisses her daughter on her forehead before whispering her own goodnight. “Good night momma.” Chloe’s eyes widen in shock. from all the things Bella could have said this one was the last on the list. “Goodnight princess, mommy and I will see you in the morning.”

When Chloe is sure Bella is fast asleep she props herself up on her left arm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know she would say that.” She whispers loud enough for Beca to hear. “Don’t worry about it Chlo. Maybe one day we can make that name official for us.” It’s not much of a question and it leaves Chloe smiling like an idiot before falling asleep with Beca’s arms wrapped around her and her daughter.


Chloe can’t believe it, she won… she won full custody over her daughter and got officially divorced from Chicago. She almost leaps in Beca’s arms. The brunette had been there all the way since day one. She would pick up Bella from school and take her to her ballet or singing classes. She was there at every court date and made sure that Chloe felt at ease the entire time. Three months, it took them three months to finalize everything.  

“We did it.” Beca laughs. “No babe, you did it.” Chloe nuzzles her nose into Beca’s neck. “I couldn’t have done it without you.” The clearing of someone’s throat makes Chloe jump up. “Maybe you should find another lawyer then?” Chloe lets go of Beca completely and throws herself at Aubrey. “Of course I couldn’t have done it without you Bree.” Beca smiles at the sight while picking up Bella. “Can we eat pizza today momma?”

Aubrey’s eyes widen at the words leaving the 6 year old. “Of course princess, we can have anything you want.” Aubrey gives Chloe a look. “When did that happen?” The blonde asks. “The night we left Chicago, she said it while we were laying in bed. Beca has been completely cool with it.” Aubrey shakes her head with a smile. “I’m happy for you Chlo, everything you wished for is right there.” Aubrey points at a laughing Beca and a giggling 6 year old.

“You guys, this little princess wants pizza. What about we go celebrate?” The two women quickly agree. Aubrey calls Jesse over to join them with his and Aubrey’s 3 year old boy. “Mommy are you happy now?” Chloe looks at her daughter. “Yes baby girl I am.”

They make it to the pizza place Bella loves a little over 30 minutes later and occupy a booth. They all talk and remember old memories and tell Bella all the crazy adventures they had. When the pizza is finished Chloe notices that Bella is not sitting next to Beca anymore. “Uhm Becs where’s Bella?” The brunette doesn’t have to answer the question because the little redhead pulls Chloe’s sleeve.

“Mommy can I ask you something?” Chloe nods. “Do you love Beca?” The question is a bit weird coming from a 6 year old but simple enough to answer. “Yes, I do.” A big smile forms on the girls face. “Can I ask you something else?” Once again Chloe nods. “Will you marry Beca?” The small gasp coming from Aubrey makes Chloe turn around. “Aren’t you going to answer the question?”

Chloe is in shock. Beca is kneeling in front of her with a diamond ring in a black box. “Chloe Anne Beale, will you do me the honor of becoming my wife?” Chloe’s eyes fill with tears. “Yes, yes of course I’ll marry you.” Beca takes the ring out of the box and places it on Chloe’s left ring finger. “I have one more thing to do.” Beca announces. She get up and walks around the table and kneels in front of Bella taking out another box from her back pocket.

“Bella, will you give me the honor of making your mommy the happiest woman in the world and becoming you momma?” The little girl shrieks and throws herself at her new momma. “I guess that’s a yes.” Beca chuckles. She pushes the girl off of her so she can open the little box to reveal a golden necklace. It’s a golden B on a golden chain. She turns the girl around so she can put the necklace around her.

When Beca gets back up her feet she’s met with a round of applause and a crying redhead. “I love you Beca Mitchell.”

“I love you too Chloe Beale.” Chloe shakes her head. “No, it’s soon to be Chloe Mitchell.” People would have called Beca crazy if she would smile even harder. But it’s worth it, her whole world is standing right there in her arms and tugging at her jeans to be lifted up. Yes, this is everything she ever wanted. Chloe as her (soon to be) wife and a beautiful daughter to take care off.



Let me know what you think, feedback is always fun to have :D

slothyslothslotherson  asked:

me, an intellectual: David adopts all the campers and the movie Cheaper By the Dozen happens

Originally posted by shawnasgonnagif

(Though some of them had lovely parents and I’m sure David would feel awful about taking their kids away from them, but still….I like the idea a lot…. Maybe they can ALL move in together, somehow. A house full of parents and kids.)

Lessons from Disney Marathon Training - Week 7 

  • Let’s take a second to appreciate the fact that I ran SIX DAYS this week. I got in every planned run and basically owned the week. 
  • I’m feeling strong. My legs are surprising me every day with how much they can handle. Sure, I’m tired exhausted and they feel like bricks half the time but when I ask them to get to work they get it done. 
  • Need to stop my watch at traffic lights. 
  • Does everyone actually take the time to warm up/cool down? I did it during my intervals because I had to run to and from the gym, which is conveniently a mile away. But during tempo runs? I don’t feel like spending the extra mile warming up before getting started. I’m already spending at least an hour on the damn thing and don’t feel like tacking on the extra minutes. Maybe I’ll try adding in an easy half mile next week. 
  • Shout out to “Savior” by Rise Against for being one of the best songs to run intervals to. 
  • Read Kathrine Switzer’s memoir this week and it was incredible. I knew her Boston story but not everything else she did for women’s running, and popularizing running in general. I am more than inspired to be a badass lady runner. 
So I had a thought...

Pre-Amble: This only applies to me. I can’t speak to other people’s perspectives.

I think I’ve finally nailed down why I prefer growing over everyone else shrinking. I’ve had the question posed to me several times: Would I rather grow or have everything shrink around me? And I’ve always preferred growing. Some of this is because of the general arousal I feel surrounding growth, but I think there’s another aspect to it.

I’m generally a very caring, kind, and considerate person. I don’t ever want to take someone’s power away from them. For me, it’s just a matter of courtesy. I wouldn’t want someone to devalue me, or take away my power. And there’s something about shrinking everything else that feels like that. 

Growth, on the other hand, is just an increase in my own power. Becoming more powerful without taking away the power of others. That’s what I prefer. Because you maintain the same power, but I get even more. I think the idea of gaining power without taking it from someone else is a far more enticing idea, for me.

So yeah, I think I figured it out. Gimme more power, but keep yours! :3

Askbox Temporarily Closed

Hey Everyone,

I apologize for how long it’s been taking me to answer all of your messages. I have greatly fallen behind over the past month. I am deeply sorry.

I have little to no time for myself between my two jobs, helping my parents, and my own health issues. I feel terribly guilty, but sometimes life pulls us away from the things you want to do and your free time is the first thing that gets cut.

I love doing this. One of my favorite things is talking to you and helping you when I can. I’m so sorry I have not been around much. I love being connected to you. I am so proud to be here and apart of this community.

I’ve decided to close my askbox for awhile in order to catch up on all of my messages. I’m sorry if this is an inconvenience for some people, but I want to be fair to the people that have sent me messages and are waiting weeks for me to reply.

I greatly appreciate everyone’s patience and I’m sorry if I haven’t gotten to your message yet. I’m working them. I promise.

In the mean time, I hope you are all enjoy Asexual Awareness Week! Stay Proud, my fellow Aces.

As always, stay Graceful :) <3.

y’all i have a problem with this fandom. a lot of people draw/write garak too skinny. that boy is thicc af ok??? he’s a chubby lizard. and i love that about him. he has a nice, solid build, ok, don’t take this away from me, d o n t

also like. i feel like if you have to change something about garak in order to love him, then you…. don’t love him….

(he’s not built either, so cut it out with this chiseled chest/sixpack abs shit lmfao. he’s chubby.)

anonymous asked:

Got a question for ya ‘cause I’m sure you’re going to relate...how is it possible to love and want someone so much but also love your husband to death? Lol I think my husband is pretty sure I’m cheating on him with some guy named Niall lol

My husband full blown accused me of emotional cheating on him with Niall.

Um, I don’t have a great answer for this. My relationship with my husband is very complicated to begin with, and it’s more like a business arrangement. So Niall is kind of my escape and an outlet for my unfulfilled emotional, sexual, and romantic needs.

Honestly it’s a tough balance and it’s hard for my husband to understand where I’m coming from but ive been able to use it as a way to open up discussions with my husband about WHY I feel like I need this and HOW his behavior makes me feel.

The main take away here is open communication and Niall stans always be winning. 😂

Things we need to tell each other (and ourselves) more often

🌹 “You’re doing such a great job.”

🌹 “You are stronger than you think.”

🌹 “I can see you are doing the best you can.”

🌹 “You are allowed to take a break.”

🌹 “Someday you will see the beauty that I see in you.”

🌹 “It’s okay.”

🌹 “You are capable of anything.”

🌹 “I’m sorry.”

🌹 “Your kindness is a treasure and it’s much appreciated.”

🌹 “You are full of light.”

🌹 “I am here for you whenever you need someone.”

🌹 “I am proud of you.”

🌹 “You are such a wise person.”

🌹 “I believe in you.”

🌹 “Take time to bloom.”

🌹 “You deserve respect. Please walk away from people who treat you wrongly.”

🌹 “I care about you.”

🌹 “You have grown so much as a person.”

🌹 “You deserve the best.”

🌹 “You are valid.”

🌹 “You can make a difference.”

🌹 “It’s okay to take time for yourself. Please tell me when you want to be alone.”

🌹 “It’s not weird, please tell me more about it.”

🌹 “You are never alone.”

🌹 “You are worthy.”

🌹 “You are enough.”

🌹 “You matter.”

🌹 “Thank you.”

🌹 “I’d like to know more about you.”

🌹 “You make me feel happy.”

🌹 “I appreciate you.”

🌹 “You have a beautiful soul.”

🌹 “I know things can be hard but I am sure you will make it through. You’ve already come so far.”

🌹 “I’m here for you.”

🌹 “You aren’t defined by conceptual things like grades.”

🌹 “You deserve all the love in the world.”

🌹 “You inspire me.”

🌹 “May your day be as lovely as you.”

I’ll be adding more when I can think of more

anonymous asked:

do you think andrew and neil tell each other "i love you"? nora said no but ,,

i disagree with a lot of things nora said and this is one of them. 

  • it’s not easy because those are big words and both neil and andrew have troubles with expressing emotions, 
  • usually they prefer to show their feelings by simple gestures: an extra blanket during movie nights, a glass of water on the nightstand when andrew drank a little too much in columbia the previous night, always lightning two cigarettes instead of one, leaving fresh clothes and a towel (the fluffy one because andrew would never say it, but neil knows it’s his favorite) in the bathroom when andrew had a rough night and doesn’t want to be touched right now, etc.
  • the first time neil tried to say those words, it was when he got knocked on the court and it was bad enough he needed to go to the hospital
  • and while the anesthesia was working miracles, neil looked at andrew and started to say “i lov-”
  • but andrew looked at him with those angry eyes that immediately shut neil up, “don’t bullshit me like you’re going to die” because fuck is neil dramatic
  • “but you know that i do, right?”
  • “just how hard you got hit in your head?”
  • when the words are finally out, it’s andrew who says it first
  • it’s an accident, of course, because andrew understood long ago that when you trust someone this much and they’re always somewhere around even if only in the back of your mind, it’s easier to speak your thoughts out loud without even realizing it
  • and of fucking course it’s because of a damn cat because lately everything happened because of a damn cat ( “andrew, he’s not damned, he’s your child” “shut the fuck up nicky” )
  • it’s a normal movie night while they’re watching one of the movies from a list that nicky and matt made for neil since in their opinion his knowledge of the pop culture was terrible (neil still remembered how scandalized nicky was when neil didn’t know what you should do “if you like it” put a damn ring on it, neil)
  • they’re not cuddling because it’s hot and they rarely do it anyway unless they’re too tired after practice to even care but they’re sitting close enough that their shoulders are touching
  • but then the cat, this damn cat, jumps on the couch next to neil. it’s fine, it’s normal. king lives up to his name and thinks he owns the place, so it’s good
  • few minutes later andrew feels a pressure and from the corner of his eye he sees that neil scoots closer to him. andrew doesn’t mind, neil respects his boundaries enough to know what andrew is or isn’t comfortable with
  • he doesn’t mind until neil is draped over his lap with a dramatic sigh and okay, he knew he signed up for a drama queen (surprisingly enough kevin isn’t the only one and andrew doesn’t fucking know how can they fit on one throne together but this is his fucking reality) but this is pushing it
  • andrew: what. the. fuck.
  • neil: oh, were you here the whole time? didn’t notice, you’re so sma-
  • andrew: tch, tch. think about what you’re doing right now
  • neil smiles but doesn’t explain. when andrew looks at the couch next to him, king is laying on the better half of it, stretching his back and why is andrew even surprised? of course neil would rather lie on top of andrew than push the damn cat off the couch 
  • “you’re fucking lucky i love you” is all andrew says, it sounds angry and impatient, but it’s enough to make both of them freeze. when neil wants to look up, andrew wraps one arm around him and pushes him down to his chest. “don’t”
  • “but you know that i do too, right?” “watch your damn movie”
  • neil says it two days after, again because of the damn cat (but by now andrew thinks that maybe king really isn’t damned after all). andrew’s sitting on the same couch one morning, he’s sideways so he’s facing king who stares back at him. andrew is talking so he doesn’t hear when neil comes to the living room and stands behind andrew. 
  • “devil incarnate, what you staring at? get away from my leg, god you’re so fucking stupid, what is that? are you purring at me? you know what i’m gonna do-” andrew says all of this with the most monotone voice while holding a cup of coffee in his hands and a cat snuggling to his leg
  • and neil knows he shouldn’t, because andrew doesn’t respond well to confessions but he just can’t stop the words that come out of his mouth. “shit, i really do love you” and it’s out there and andrew’s back stiffens and he doesn’t turn around but neil feels so good 
  • something hits andrew right this moment, in their apartment, with their cat nuzzling against his knee, holding an ugly cup that neil bought for him last christmas. 
  • those words… they feel… they feel nice.
  • they feel like home
  • so from now on neil might say them more often and andrew isn’t there yet but every time he hears it, he says “i do too” or whenever neil leaves, andrew asks “you know that i do, right?” and neil smiles at him because he knows, he always knew
  • and andrew has the damn cat to thank for all of this
  • but he won’t thank the damn cat because what the fuck and also he’s a little shit
  • let me die now
  • b y e 
BTS Reaction - Make up sex


“Sweetheart… I’m sorry.”  

You feel Jin’s weight settle next to you on the bed, returning from wherever he stormed off to not ten minutes earlier.  Sorry or not, his apology doesn’t take back all the ruthless things his sharpened tongue have said, or act to ease the flow of tears running down your face.  He’s usually such a sweetie - such a goofball with his terrible jokes and cheesy smiles - so seeing him lose his temper like that… having him yell at you for the very first time… it’s shocked you to the core.  

He reaches out to touch your back, unable to hide the hurt he feels when you flinch away.  When he softly utters your name you can hear the regret lacing his voice, and despite all the pain you feel you can’t help but lift your face from your knees to look at him, this man you love so much.  

“I’m sorry,” he repeats, and expression he wears is so guilt-ridden, so tormented, that you feel some of your own anger start to slip away.  

“I’m sorry too,” you whisper back, tilting your face into his hand when he reaches out to wipe your tears away.  Jin’s touch is so comforting, so soothing, that you don’t resist when he moves closer, cupping your face in both hands now.  The way he leans closer to you is cautious, his eyes flicking between yours for any sign that you’re going to run away, but much to his surprise you’re the one closes the gap between you.  You bring your lips to his in an eager kiss, your hands finding the front of his sweater and gripping it tightly to pull him closer.  

“I didn’t mean… what I said…” Jin mumbles between the meeting of your mouths, his fingers pushing back your hair and then grabbing at your back, pulling you into him as you start to tug at his clothes.  

“Jin… just shut up.”  His sweater coming off cuts short any reply what he might have had, your tongue slipping into his mouth ensuring he remains mute save the languid groan of pleasure he makes as you fall onto your back, pulling him with you to lie between your legs.  It doesn’t take long for the both of you to lose the rest of your clothes, and when Jin starts to touch you gently between your legs you only wait a few seconds, no more, before pushing his hand away and whispering against his lips that you’re ready.  

He needs no more encouragement than to hear those needful words from your tongue to give into that most primal of urges.  He lines himself up with your achingly wet core and then slowly starts to push inside, his kisses never ceasing even as you gasp at the feeling of his thick length stretching you open beneath him.  The feeling of Jin beginning to move inside you, his hands worshipping every inch of  your body… there could be no better comfort that he could provide.  

He rests his face against the crook of your neck, peppering your skin with sweet, loving kisses as he maintains the slow, steady pace of his hips, dragging his cock back and forth inside you to stimulate all your deepest, darkest places.

“You’re so beautiful… I love you so much.”

Originally posted by melanielovesgaysempai


You hate it when he’s like this.  Arguments you can handle easily enough; blessed with a quick mind and wide vocabulary, verbal slanging matches are practically your forte - but this?  The cold shoulder, the sullen silences, the dean-pan expression and icy stare?  You have no idea what to do with this.  

It makes you feel nervous, chewing on your bottom lip and playing with a frayed thread on your shirt as you wait for Yoongi to explode; to shout, to scream, to throw things, anything.  Anything but just stand there on the other side of the room, arms folded, regarding you like you’re something nasty he just found on the bottom of his shoe.  You knew you were asking for trouble when you kept teasing him earlier, talking back and making fun with the rest of his friends.  The dark look settling Yoongi’s eyes should’ve been enough of an indicator for you to stop, but you’d liked making them laugh and you’d liked being centre of attention, so you’d carried on, unknowingly pushing him far beyond his limits of tolerance.

“What do you want from me, Yoongi?”  you sigh eventually, peeking out at him from under your lashes.  Silence.  “You want me to say sorry?”  He cocks his head to the side.  “Well I’m sorry, ok?”  Still he says nothing, and you end up losing your patience, letting out a loud groan of frustration and shoving your head into your hands.  

“I don’t want your ‘sorry’s’,” he drawls after a moment, voice soft and deadly, and you lift your face to look at him over the tips of your fingers, wide eyed.  He starts to walk toward you, letting his arms fall from his chest, rotating the ring on his index finger round and round.  “What I want… is for you to never disrespect me like that ever again.”  Yoongi stops short of the sofa, just a pace or two away, his eyes blazing as he glares down at you.  “I want you to not to be such a fucking brat.”  

You take a sharp intake of breath into your hands, equally shocked and confused by his savage tone and the heat you can feel unfurling deep in your belly in response to it.  

“I want you down on your fucking knees, showing me you can do as you’re told, for once.”  What?

Your hands fall from your face, sitting up just a little bit straighter as you try to figure out if Yoongi’s serious or not.  The steely look in his eyes and the obvious bulge in his sweats are enough to convince you of his intentions, and before you know it your body is moving down to sit on the hard wooden floor at his feet, your hands grabbing at the elasticated waist to tug them down.  

“Open your mouth,” Yoongi tells you sharply, grabbing the base of his hardened cock and pointing it towards your lips expectantly.  You do as you’re told, letting your jaw go slack as you look up at him from under your eyelashes, taking a breath when you feel him grab a hold of the back of your head.  He pulls you onto him, slipping the entire length of his cock into your mouth and down your throat in one fell swoop, and then holding you there with a grunt of satisfaction. When you start to caress the length of him with your tongue, your throat burning, you watch as pleasure softens the harshness of his features.  

Though Yoongi’s still rough as he starts to thrust in and out of your mouth, some of the anger seems to have faded from his eyes, a smirk forming across his face as you moan around him.  His other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his cock slipping back and forth between your spit slickened lips.  

“Can’t talk back now, can you?

Originally posted by jiminiessugamonster


It’s been six months since yours and Jung Hoseok’s paths have crossed.  Six months since he walked out of your life, shouting and slamming doors, tired of having the same argument with you again and again.  You’d convinced yourself you were long over him, sure that if you ever saw him again you’d be able to look him square in the eyes and feel absolutely nothing.  

Oh, how very wrong you were.  He had to be here, tonight of all nights, when you’ve already fallen out with the people who’re supposed to love you most.  All you want is to drown your sorrows, but when you catch sight of Hobi from across the dance floor, his body moving fluidly to the music, you can’t deny the magnetic pull that draws you across the room.  He hasn’t seen you yet, too busy beaming his 1,000 watt smile at the petite girl grinding against his side, and even though it hurts you to watch, you can’t look away.  

Hobi always understood.  He was always the one to put you back together after mother had torn you apart with her sharp tongue and harsh criticisms, and you find yourself aching for that comfort from him now.  Thoughtlessly you approach until you’re only a few steps away, standing in the middle of the dance floor like some kind of motionless moron, gasping when his eyes pass over you and ready to sob in the split seconds between him looking away and then doing a double take.  You see his mouth form the syllables of your name, and though the music is far too loud the memory of his voice makes it almost so you can hear it anyway, a thrill running down your spine.

He steps away from the girl - she’s thankfully too drunk to mind - to stand directly in front of you, his eyes running all over you from top to toe, like he can’t quite believe what he’s seeing.  

It’s only when he reaches out to touch your cheek, his eyebrows knotted in concern, that you realise you’re crying.  You pull away abruptly, shaking your head and roughly wiping your eyes, but the damage is already done.  That simple touch has been branded into your skin now, and all you can think about is having more and more and more.  Apparently, Hobi feels the same.  He grabs your hand and drags you away from the dance floor, towards the toilets, and when he finds the one marked as disabled he pushes you inside and then locks the door firmly behind him when he enters too, ignoring the shocked look on your face.  

For a few moments you both just stand there, absorbing every inch of each other, but right when you’re about to speak Hobi suddenly launches himself at you.  Your back slams into the countertop behind you as his mouth does the same, meeting yours in a hard, fervent kiss that smacks of desperation, and then suddenly his hands are hooking behind your thighs, lifting you onto it so he can stand between your legs.  Your hands are in his hair, pulling on it, trying to get him closer even though you know it’s not physically possible, his tongue fighting for dominance with yours.  

There’s someone banging on the toilet door - people must’ve seen the two of you run inside - but you couldn’t care less.  All you can focus on is Hobi’s fingertips grabbing  your thighs, hitching up to your skirt as you yank open his pants, craving the feel of him inside you after so long.  As quickly as you can pull his long cock free he’s sliding you off the counter and onto it, thrusting inside you barebacked as you wrap your legs around his hips, knowing instinctively that you’ll be wet enough to take it.  You always were.  

“Shit, I missed this pussy,” he grunts into you ear, bouncing you on his length.

“I missed you, god, I miss you.” 

Originally posted by hayoomin


Hitting the ‘send’ button with far more force than necessary you let out a scream of frustration, throwing your phone across the room and onto the sofa for a soft landing.  Yes, you’re pissed off, but you still don’t want a broken phone.  Namjoon wrecks enough of your stuff without trying, you won’t give him the satisfaction of being responsible for that too.  

You’re not replying again, no matter what he has to say for himself.  In fact, you’re not even going to read his response.  Deep down, you know you’re over-reacting - him not doing the dishes is hardly worth this amount of aggravation.  Truth be told, every time he does it you usually end up having to to the store to buy more to replace the ones he’s dropped and smashed on the floor, but that’s not the point.  The point is Namjoon always makes these promises about things he’s going to do to help out more around the house, and then something bigger and better and more important comes up, and you’re left to do all the grunt work.  Every time.  

You pointedly ignore the flashing light on your phone for the rest of the night, knowing that he won’t be home ‘till really late and still soothing too much to make up in the meantime.  It’s left abandoned on the sofa when you go to bed, too, only managing to fall asleep after you’ve helped yourself relax with a long, hot bath that helps to melt some of the stress away.   

It’s Namjoon climbing into bed next to you that wakes you up a few hours later, though you still pretend to be fast asleep until you feel him start to shuffle up against your back, his face pressed between your shoulder blades.  

“I’m still mad,” you murmur, your voice husky from sleep, and mad you might be, but you still can’t find it in your heart to pull away from him into the little bit of space left on your side of the bed.  

“I know,” he mumbles back, the words blowing hot across your back, shuddering involuntarily at the lingering kiss he presses there.  In the pause that follows Namjoon gingerly places his arms over your side, bracing himself for rejection but squeezing you tightly when it doesn’t come.  “Do you still love me?” He asks it so cutely, his voice sugary sweet, and despite all your earlier irritation you end up huffing a laugh at him, placing your hand on top of his where it rests on your stomach.  

“Of course I do, you dick.”  Namjoon laughs now too, kissing the slope of your shoulder as you twist your head round to be able to look at him.  

“Good.”  He plants another kiss and then another, working his way upward until he’s pressing kisses to your neck too, all the hairs on your body standing on end when he whispers, “Because I love you too.”  When you feel his hand start to slowly make its way southward you do little to stop it, more than happy to make up in the most pleasurable way possible, sighing softly when it slips under the waistband of your pyjama shorts.

It doesn’t take Namjoon to work you into a frenzy, rubbing gently at your clitoris and then running his fingers through your folds until they’re slick with warm arousal, all the while kissing your neck, loving the skin with his lips and his tongue.  He pushes your shorts down over your hips, separating your bodies for just a second to remove his boxers, and then he’s taking hold of your uppermost thigh and lifting it, supporting it as he positions himself between your legs, the head of his cock nudging at your entrance.  

“Joonie,” you sigh softly, arching your back against him, feeling him smile against your neck before slowly sliding in from behind.  He groans when his long length is fully seated inside of you, feeling your warm walls clench around him in welcome.

“Babygirl, you feel so good.”

Originally posted by myboi-yoongi


“What the fuck am I supposed to think?”  Jimin yells, brandishing your phone out by his side, waving it around like a taunt.  

“He’s a friend Jimin, that’s it!” you shriek back, a hand in your hair as you pull at it in frustration.  Sure, those text messages from Baekyun might’be been a little flirtly, but you know he didn’t mean anything by them, not really.  Obviously, your boyfriend doesn’t see it that way.

“Oh yeah, it really looks like it.  Real friendly.”  A sneer twists Jimin’s usually soft, pliant mouth, your stomach twisting unpleasantly too when you see it.  

“Well maybe you shouldn’t go looking through my phone if you’re gonna have such a fucking problem with what you find.”  You see his fists clench at his sides, his eyes narrowing as he glares back at you from across the room, and it takes every bit of your willpower to force yourself not to look away, to stand strong and glare right back.  You know if your heart of hearts that you haven’t done anything wrong, so you’ll be damned if you let Jimin make you feel guilty.  Fuck that.  

Still, when he suddenly stalks towards you, throwing your phone to the side, you can’t help but flinch in anticipation of what he might do.  He grabs a hold of each of your upper arms, squeezing hard as his dark eyes flit back and forth between yours, and then all of a sudden he’s crashing his mouth to yours, rushing you backward until your back slams against the wall.  

“Jimin!” you muffle against his mouth, your eyes wide as his hands start to roam all over you, grabbing at your hip, groping your breast, fixing your bottom lip between his teeth and biting, hard.  “What’re you-”

“No one but me gets to touch you like this, you hear?” he growls into your mouth, already pulling up your skirt with one hand as the other flips open his belt.  His tongue pushes into your mouth as he shoves his jeans down to sit just below his shapely ass, pulling his erection free from his boxers to leak pre-cum onto your favourite top as touches you through your panties.  “You think Baekyun could get you this wet?  Shit, I barely have to touch you and you’re dripping for me.”   

“Jimin,” you groan helplessly, loving how rough and forceful he’s being even though his fingers hurt and you’ll be covered in bruises tomorrow.  Fighting or not, all you want is for him to take you, now, right here, wreck and ruin you in his name.  

He grabs one of your thighs and hitches it over his hip, bending at the knees and pulling your panties to the side to line his cock up with your entrance.  He thrusts up and into you savagely, splitting you open with his girthy length, and once he’s deep inside you he picks up your other leg so they’re both wrapped around his waist, supporting your weight with help from the wall you’re still pressed against.  

“Baekyun couldn’t fuck you the way I do,” Jimin grunts, snapping his hips back and forth as you cry out again and again, grabbing onto his shoulders, your head tilted forward, tears streaming from your eyes.  He’s fucking you so hard that his hip bones are digging into you with every thrust, sharp and painful, but you don’t care, you want it to hurt.  It only makes it feel better. 

“Say his name, I fucking dare you.”

Originally posted by princejimin


You and Tae have never had a complicated relationship.  You’d gotten on instantly when you‘d first met working as a make up girl under BigHit’s paycheck, fast friends ever since.  You’ve got the same sense of humour and humble upbringings; even the same fashion sense 99% of the time.  He’s always invited you to the group’s dance practices too, though you get the feeling that if Tae could’ve taken back tonight’s invitation without  having to give you a reason, he definitely would’ve done.    

He’s been off with you ever since you stayed the night last weekend, replying only intermittently to your texts with short, clipped sentences that just aren’t like him, and for the life of you you can’t figure out what’s wrong.  It’d been a normal night; you watched movies, ate crappy food, talked.  Nothing out of the ordinary.  You’d hoped seeing him in person might improve things but Tae’s been avoiding you all night, barely saying a word.  The only time he paid you any attention was when you’d been playing thumb wars with Jin, and then his stare had been intense that it was you who’d to look away first.  

Once practice is over you expect Tae to wait for you as he usually does, but when you straighten up from collecting your things off the floor you see his back already disappearing through the doorway.  You call his name, running after him, grabbing hold of his arm and forcing him to stop.  

“What the hell is going on with you lately?” you question, ignoring the awkward look you can see on Jimin’s face as he passes.  “Aren’t you giving me a ride home?” Taehyung just stares blankly back at you.  

“Why don’t you get Jin-hyung to take you?”  You raise your eyebrows at him, infuriated when he copies your gesture.   What’s that supposed to mean?  Huffing, you drag him back into the studio and lock the door behind you, determined not to leave until you’ve gotten this sorted out.  

“Why’re you bringing Jin into this Tae?” He avoids your eyes, staring at his feet. “Is this about what I said the other night?”  It’s the only possible thing you can think of; you’d asked whether you should ask Jin out on a date - he was sweet and funny and always made a lot of effort to speak to you, so why not?  It’s not like you’d been getting any other offers lately.  Still, Taehyung says nothing.  “Look, if you think it’d be too weird for me to date one of your friends you should just say so.”

“It’s not just Jin!”  he suddenly snaps, his deep voice raised in volume, “I don’t want you to date anyone at all!”  Your mouth hangs agape for a moment - Tae’s never shouted at you before, not once.  

“Why not?  I know you’re protective of me, but-”

“Because I want to date you, ok?!  It should be me, not Jin!” he blurts out, slinging his bag off of his shoulder to slide across the wooden floor and into the mirror.  You’re at a total loss for words, struck mute by his confession. “And I know I’m too young for you and I’m immature and I’ve never… I’ve never told you any of this.”  Taehyung strides over with more decisiveness you’ve ever seen from him, grabbing hold of your hands in his.  “But I love you, I’m in love you with you.”  And then suddenly he’s kissing you with an intensity and a fierceness you never knew he was capable of, pressing his body against yours and squeezing your hands so tight it’s like he’s afraid to let go.  

“Tell me you feel the same, please, Noona, I need to hear you say you love me too,” Taehyung pleads, his forehead resting against yours when he pulls away, his eyes closed tight like he’s in pain.  

“Of course I do,” you whisper, taking his face in your hands and smoothing out the worry lines with your thumbs, finally letting yourself succumb to all the feelings you’ve been holding back for so long.  “Of course I love you.  I always have, Tae.”  The look of amazement and wonder on his face is so pure, so sweet that it almost makes you cry until he starts kissing you again, deeper and needier than before, more perfect than you ever dreamed it could be.

Before you know it he’s dragging you to the floor with him and you’re both pulling off your clothes, desperate for the intimacy you’ve both deprived yourselves of for so long.  You’re too caught up to even properly appreciate the sight of each other naked for the first time; just feeling, tasting, touching one another, wetter than you’ve ever been in your life when Taehyung finally finds his way inside.  He starts to move only when you’re gasping and begging him to do so, tilting your hips up to help him find and abuse your g-spot.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, Noona,” he groans into your shoulder, his thick, hardened length throbbing inside you as he moves.  

“This is perfect… you’re so perfect.” 

Originally posted by mylovertaehyung


Jungkook’s in one of his silly, playful moods tonight.  Usually it wouldn’t be a problem - you love the times where you get to play around and laugh together - but you’ve got a paper due tomorrow, one you’re already way behind on, so you really don’t appreciate the way he keeps poking and prodding you in an attempt to get a reaction, tickling and teasing you when you’ve already repeatedly asked him to quit it.  

When he goes so far as to start tapping the top of your laptop, flapping the screen down over and over and over again as you try to type, your frayed temper finally snaps.  You round on him, the stress you’re under making you respond far more angrily than you normally would, fingers clenching the keyboard so hard that it creaks.  

“WIll you just stop it?”  you yell, oblivious to the way Jungkook shrinks back into the sofa a little, startled by the ferocity of your voice.  “Can’t you just act your age, for once? Maknae or not you’re still supposed to be an adult, Jungkook, so maybe you should start thinking about growing the fuck up.”    He blinks at you once and then twice, expression completely blank and unspeaking as you glare back at him, almost daring him to give you an excuse to let rip once more.  He doesn’t utter a word though, not as he rises from the couch or as he leaves the room, shutting his bedroom door quietly behind him.

It doesn’t take you long to calm down.  As hot and quick as your temper is it always burns out fast too, and by the time it does you’re feeling truly awful about what just happened, guilt sitting heavy in your stomach when you think about the way you spoke to him.  It’s useless trying to work now - even without Jungkook here to bother you you still can’t concentrate - so you shut your laptop with a sigh and then ready yourself to go eat a slice of humble pie, approaching Jungkook’s closed door and knocking softly.  There’s no answer, but you don’t hear a ‘go away’ either, so you decide to forge ahead cautiously, opening the door and poking your head through the gap to look inside.  

Jungkook’s sat on the edge of his bed, his ps4 controller in hand, eyes fixed on the TV as his fingers move mechanically over the buttons.  He doesn’t acknowledge you as you approach, nor does he when you sit gingerly beside him, but when you try to place your hand on his knee he abruptly jerks it away from your reach.  You deserve that, you know you do, so you try not to take it to heart.

You lean forward to look at his face and when you do you’re devastated by what you see;  his cheeks are red and splotchy, and even though his eyes are dry now you can tell by how puffy they are that he’s been crying.  God, if you felt awful before, it’s nothing compared to how you feel now.  

“I’m so sorry…” you murmur, looking guiltily at the floor, “Kookie, I-”

“Don’t call me that,” he snaps, pausing his game to glare at you icily, “I’m not a baby.”  You flounder for a moment, wanting so desperately to touch him but frightened he’ll push you away again.  

“I know you’re not, Jungkook… I didn’t mean what I said, I was just… stressed out and angry and… I know that’s not an excuse.”  You’re rambling now, wanting to make it better but unable to find the right words to say under such an intense gaze.  “Let me make it up to you.”  This time when you reach out to touch him Jungkook lets you, albeit still reluctantly.  He lets you place one hand on his cheek as the other settles on his thigh.  He lets you kiss him too; softly, apologetically, and with all the feeling you can muster.  He’s slow to kiss you back, but when he does it’s with a needfulness that makes you groan, his tongue slipping inside your mouth, delving deeply.  All his earlier upset from your harsh words has morphed into a will to dominate, a desire to show you just powerful he can be that has him grabbing onto you so hard that it starts to hurt.  

When you dig your fingernails into the meaty muscle of his thigh Jungkook abruptly pulls you onto his lap to straddle him, and suddenly you’re all too aware of his erection pressing hot and heavy against your core, gasping when he shifts his hips underneath you.  He grabs onto your waist, grinding you down against him, smirking at the moan that leaves your lips.  

“Are you gonna tell me that that doesn’t feel like a man, huh?”  he growls, circling both of your hips to provide agonising friction against your clit, stimulating you through your clothes until they’re practically soaked through.  “I guess you won’t want me to fuck you then, will you, if I’m such a child… if I’m so immature?”  

“Please… Kook-Jungkookie, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it,” you mewl, grabbing onto his shirt, your body trying to ride him even as he shoves you off of his lap.

“Take those off,” he orders and instantly you obey, stripping your lower half, your mouth practically watering as you watch him strip and then lie back flat on the bed, stroking his cock with his hair dangling into his lust-darkened eyes.  You crawl back onto the bed when he beckons you with his finger, sitting astride him with your core hovering above his cock, dripping into his lap with how aroused you are.  He rubs the tip of his cock through your folds, teasing you until neither of you can bare it any longer, finally grabbing onto your hips and pulling you down onto him hard, grunting as your ass slaps into his lap.  

“Come on baby, show me how sorry you are.” 

Originally posted by gifsbangtan

My oh my, those just got longer and longer didn’t they? 

Batfam Headcanons (2 of ???)
  • Jason comes up with nicknames in his head for all his siblings.
    He only uses a couple of them on occasion, but he’s somehow come up with a lot of them. Did he spend a drunk night with Roy or Arty brainstorming them? We may never know.

  • Dick is ‘Dickie Bird’ ‘Dickie’ ‘Big bird’ ‘dickface’ ‘dickwing’ ‘nightjerk’ and ‘wing’
  • Tim is ‘Baby bird’ or ‘Red’ when he’s seeing him as a little brother or when he’s talking about him to one of the others.
    ‘Replacement’ when he’s pissed about something or when he wants to be difficult (#often) or when he’s bantering with him. 
    ‘Tim-bo’ coz his name is tim and he uses a bo staff.
    ‘Timmybird’ said sardonically and tauntingly at first, but developed into an actual affectionate nickname that tim hates but jay enjoys - jason will sometimes ruffle his hair when he calls him it because Tim’s usually too tired to try and dodge.
  • Damian is ‘bat brat’ ‘demon spawn’ ‘demon child’ or ‘baby bat’
  • Steph is ‘eggplant princess’ she’s the only one who actually got to choose her own nickname, but sometimes jay will just call her ‘princess’ which she is surprisingly okay with.
  • Cass is ‘sis’ or ‘Cassie’.
  • Barbara is ‘Steel on wheels’ ‘Babs’ ‘Barbie’ or ‘Bat-lady’ as in ‘whatever you say Bat-Lady’.
  • And Duke. Duke is ‘Hatchling’ ‘kid’ or ‘Bumble Bat’.