all my feels on the floor

Requested Imagine 23 Monty

can you do an imagine based on “say you won’t let go” by james arthur with monty? can the imagine be like monty has a very important game but the day before he and the reader had a really bad fight and he’s worried she wouldn’t be at the game, but she’s. and very fluffy at the end?? i love your imagines so much!!!!!!


“Just get out!” Monty shouted at you, making you shake with fright at his booming voice, you picked up your bag and walked out of his house.  You’d just had a massive fight about your friendship with Jeff, Monty gets very protective and jealous when it comes to you and with you being friends with Jeff he gets at his worst, he has it in his head that you have feelings for Jeff and that you’re going to leave him for Jeff, all because you slept over at his, you slept in Jeff bed and he slept on the floor.  You told Monty all about it because you thought he trusted you but he blew his top and told you he never wanted to speak to you again.

You went home and texted Jeff, the only friend you had left.

Monty broke up with me – y/n

Are you serious!? Why!? – Jeff

Because I stayed over at yours last night, he says he hates me and never wants to see my again.  Just a heads up, he might kill you – y/n

I’m sorry y/n he can be such an ass! Don’t worry about me, I’ll talk to him – Jeff

 

You sighed, plopping your head on your pillow and crying yourself to sleep.  The next day you lay in bed all day, not answering anyone’s texts or calls.  You thought hard about the game tonight, it was the biggest game of the season, Monty had talked about it for weeks and how excited he was to see you in the crowd, although now you wondered if you should go.  You thought about it all day and decided not to go, just as your phone buzzed.

I don’t know how today’s game will go, Monty might just kill all the opposing team.  He’s already punched 4 lockers – Jeff

 

You sighed and decided you had to go, just to see if Jeff was exaggerating a little bit, he was desperately trying to get you both in the same room together, he felt guilty about your break up.  You got dressed and headed towards to playing field. “Y/N!” Jess shouted from the parking lot as you got out your car, you waved and walked over “What happened??” she asked gasping “Long story, Monty being a typical ass” you reply not wanting to go into details “seriously girl I don’t know why you put up with him” she said flippantly “Because I fucking love him” you say back in an offended tone, she snorted a laugh and walked away “you better let him know then” Zach said from behind you, turning round he gave you a small smile “seriously he’s a mess”.

Monty sat in the men’s bathroom getting more and more angry at himself “she’s not going to be here, I’m going to pay terribly and I’ll get kicked from the team” he thought to himself, he needed you to be watching to relax and play well.  “Dude we gotta go now!” Bryce shouted banging on the door, groaning Monty got up and reluctantly left the cubicle and out of the bathroom “forget about her for now man, we have to win” Bryce said hitting Monty’s back making him want to punch him endlessly.  He walked onto the field with his team mates, he zoned out most of the game not caring about how it played out if you weren’t there.  “Monty do something!” Bryce shouted across the field, but he didn’t care, he just kept thinking about how he told you he hated you, he hated himself now for saying it because he’d never told you he loved you he was too scared to let go of his freedom, you were a laid back girlfriend you see, he could party after games and hang out at Bryce’s for days on end and you hardly bothered him, you trusted him completely and knew when he needed space – and al you wanted was to hang out with your best friend in the most platonic way and he accused you of the worst.  

“Monty if you keep playing like this, you’re off for the game!” the coach shouted, you knew it would break his heart if he was benched, you weren’t sure if he wanted to see you but it was worth a try, you stood in your usual spot when he played so he could find you and turned on the torch on your phone, holding it up.  After around 5 minutes of switching arms because they were getting sore, Monty finally glanced up and his eyes locked with yours, smiling you put your arm back down and gave him a little wave, he gave you a nod and instantly focused deeply on the game, bringing himself back.  It was all he needed, some people need music to work out, and he needed you watching to play.  

The game finished and they won.  You rushed to the parking lot to wait by your car, knowing Monty wouldn’t take long in the showers.  “what happened dude, it’s like someone stuffed a firework up your ass!” Bryce joked at Monty he just shrugged, took off his kit and rushed out.  You say Monty walking towards you, he hadn’t even showered, your heart quickened as you worried he’d be angry you came but he marched right up to you and kissed you hard, pulling away you looked confused “I didn’t mean what I said, I can’t believe I said it” he told you holding his breath you just smiled, “I’ve been very good to you Montgomery, don’t treat me like that again, please” you reply looking at him smugly “Never! I know it doesn’t sound like much but I didn’t beat up Jeff?” he tried to think of a way he’d gotten better since being with you “and would that be because you needed him for the game?” you asked and he looked defeated “okay maybe but I still didn’t!” he protested making you laugh “I’m so in love with you, And I hope you know” he blurted out making you give him a shocked look “I love you too Monty, you know that” you replied “Yes I know, because you’re not a coward and actually show me love and affection but I’ve been a lousy boyfriend and never given you what you deserve” he told you “get in the car my love” you said smiling at him and he got in the passenger side as you drove him to your house.  “You left clothes here, you can shower and get ready for the party if you want?” you ask him walking into your house and he tightly wrapped his arm around your waist “I’m not going, im staying here with you” he said matter of fact making you smile “De La Cruz missing a party?” you joke and he laughs “Just say you won’t let go” he whispered pulling you closer to him “I won’t Monty, don’t let me go” you replied, he smiled whole heartedly at you and kissed you deeply. You spent the rest of the night cuddling and watching movies, you lost count the amount of times he said I love you, you had a feeling he wouldn’t stop now.

Have a good night ;) – Jeff.
You just laughed at his text, as he obviously noticed neither of you at the party.



Hope this is okay!

anikaiis-blog  asked:

Love Confession: I went on a 6 hour date with my love, our last date. We both had so much, we even kissed in the rain. He dumped me because he felt he was too busy with work for me, which I understand. But then he told my best friend hes decided to take a break from me...What makes me feel awful is Im not even mad, I look back at our memories and feel happy. "What I hate most about you, is that I dont hate you, not even a little bit, not even at all."

That gave me friggin chills dude… like you know when people grab the popcorn in awe and miss their mouth even though their jaw is already on the floor??? That’s how I am. I’m so sorry that things had to end the way they did but it’s good you understand his situation and respect it. Maybe when he figures things out you can try again but for now, just stay in love with the memories, treasure them. They were happy times in your life and you don’t need to hate them just because he left. I love you 

SEND ME YOUR LOVE CONFESSIONS / STORIES!

my favorite things about sense8:
-when they accidently make out w eachother
-when one sensate passes out or something and they all just drop to the floor at once
-the fight scenes….holy shit
-when one sensate feels threatened and another Fighting Sensate shows up ready 2 go
-sensate A accidently talking language of sensate B. confuses sapiens around sensate A
-lito, screaming
-kala “why are u wasting time on strategy just blow it up”

Person A: *hiccups* *more hiccups*
Person C: woah, you should drink some water
Person A: *drinks water* I still feel.. *hiccups even more*
Person C: I got it. The element of surprise shall save you from your mis-
Person B: *kicks the door open* HEY YOU A! I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU SO MUCH AND I WILL LOVE YOU TILL THE END OF TIME AND I LOVE YOU TO THE MOON AND BACK - I’M NOT LYING AT ALL, BEEN MEANING TO TELL YOU THIS, SORRY FOR BEING ABRUPT BUT I JUST REALLY - 
Person A: *falls to the floor*
Person C:
Person C:  oh my god, I think you just killed A

cobains-apologies  asked:

What is an Iwaizumi Hajime?

He is an actual angel!

@amalasdraws agrees and illustrated this perfectly for me with this drawing of hers, thank you!!! <3

Little Jealous There, Sarge?

{Part Two}

Summary: There’s nothing wrong with not being the most experienced person in the bedroom. In fact, some people find it rather attractive, particularly James Buchanan Barnes. Although you express how much you want him, Bucky remains distant; he doesn’t want to do anything to hurt you. So what do you do? You elicit Sam’s help.

Warnings: jealous!Bucky x inexperienced!Reader, fluff, smut, biting kink

A/N: Inspired after spending some quality time with @mermanbuckybarnes and learning just how jealous Bucky can get.

Originally posted by stuckwithbuck


Bucky’s hands remained firmly on his lap, his eyes glued to the television screen. Black Swan was on and Bucky was entranced by the symbolism, striking colors, phenomenal acting, and the now on screen sex scene between Mila Kunis and Natalie Portman.

Your eyes raked over his body. His breathing had visibly increased, a sheen of sweat beginning to form on his skin, his hands moving ever-so-slightly to cover the growing erection in his pants; his tongue darting out to lick his lips, pulling in his bottom lip and dragging it between his teeth to quiet a moan. His eyes met yours when he felt your attention on him.

“You’re missing the movie, doll.” His voice had dropped an octave.

“Oh, you’re much more interesting than the movie, trust me.” You nibbled on your bottom lip contemplating whether or not to act on your lustful thoughts. 

You took a deep breath and reached for the remote, pausing the movie. You tossed it across the room before Bucky could grab it, shifting your position and climbing on top of his lap. His hands found your hips as you started grinding yourself against him; he worked you into an even rhythm.

“What’re you doing?” He whispered in your ear as you trailed kisses up his neck.

“You.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and yanked on the strands. “Fuck me so hard I won’t be able to walk tomorrow, Sarge.”

“(Y/N)…” Bucky’s grip tightened on your hips.

“Oh, fuck!” Your clit was getting the attention it needed. “P-Please, Buck.”

“I…” Bucky sighed and stopped his movements, bringing your own to a halt. “I can’t.” He shook his head and lifted you off his lap. “I, uh, I’ll just see you later, doll.”

You tried to call out after him but he was gone in a flash. You plopped onto your back and groaned loudly, ignoring the ringtone symbolizing Sam blasting from your phone. That’s when the idea hit you and you knew exactly what you had to do. 

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the reasons why i’ll never sleep in peace again
  • “The number-one thing was I wanted to be honest. I hadn’t done that before.”
  •  "Most of the stuff that hurts me about what’s going on at the moment is not politics, it’s fundamentals,“ Styles says. “Equal rights. For everyone, all races, sexes, everything.”
  • "Since I’ve been 10,” he reflects, “it’s kind of felt like – protect Mom at all costs. … My mom is very strong. She has the greatest heart. [Her house in Cheshire] is where I want to go when I want to spend some time." 
  • And promises are broken like a stitch is … I got splinters in my knuckles crawling ‘cross the floor/Couldn’t take you home to mother in a skirt that short/But I think that’s what I like about it … I see you gave him my old T-shirt, more of what was once mine … 
  • "Sometimes you want to tip the hat, and sometimes you just want to give them the whole cap …  and hope they know it’s just for them." 
  • “I don’t want to hear my favorite artists talk about all the amazing shit they get to do. I want to hear, ‘How did you feel when you were alone in that hotel room, because you chose to be alone?’”
  • “How am I going to be mysterious,” he asks, only half-joking, “when I’ve been this honest with you?" 
Another girl who loves girls dies on my TV screen and people call it poignant. People call it “actually necessary.” People look at her crumpled brown body and call it a brave, artistic choice.

I call it a bag over my head. I call it dry-heaving into a throw pillow.

Girl-who-loves-girls doesn’t get to be called by her name in this poem because she wouldn’t be called by her name on the news. Girl-who-loves-girls is just a trope anyway, just a social justice lesson. Girl-who-loves-girls is just a body, just a prop left on the floor until convenient. Supposed to make you feel some kinda way to see her lying there, all that could-have-been slipping out of the room like air from lungs, or bullets from a gun.

I’m angry but this poem is not to say that I am angry. This poem, like all poems, is a safe space. This poem is not the only place I can kiss my partner without worrying who’s watching, but sometimes it feels like it is. Sometimes kissing her feels like a precursor to violence. 

If we don’t get to be happy, even in fiction, then whose blood shows up for shock value next season? Hers or mine?
—  Trista Mateer
givenchy & gold (m.)

;pairing — jungkook/reader

;warnings — sex | implied exhibitionism | mild dom/sub tones | if u’ve got a praise kink then ur gonna love this | mentions of daddy kinks | instances of spanking 

;summary — you’re the supervisor of the clothing department with a lot of useless lingerie knowledge, jungkook is the jewelry department’s defiant hot boy who flirts in wristwatch brands. basically an upscale retail au, but with lots of implied under-the-counter sex. and when an opportunity presents itself to fuck each other in the boss’s office after hours, you’re both too hot for each other to say no.

;word count — 20k im so sorry

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Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

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Lychnomancy

Originally posted by spirits-of-lavender

I’ve been wanting to make this brief introduction to lychnomancy ever since I made my first post about the different forms of Pyromancy and after reaching the 400 follower milestone, I figured it was about time!

Now, admittedly, lychnomancy is not a very complex practice. It is a very basic form of divination involving three identical candles arranged in a triangle; you ask a question, light the candles, then focus on your query as you or someone else interprets the candle’s flames. 

If one flame burns brighter than the others, the answer is a positive one. Wavering or flickering flames indicated a journey, or that you may encounter obstacles. If your flame spirals upward, enemies are plotting against you. An uneven flame indicates danger. If sparks occur, caution is advised. It is considered very bad luck if all flames are extinguished at once, but I have never personally seen this occur and consider it rare!

Originally posted by she-is-beautifully-broken

Despite being rather simplistic, I really do love this form of divination. It speaks to me on a level that I cannot describe and every time I read the flames to answer my own questions, it feels deeply personal. 

I’ve taken creative liberty with this practice to spice things up every once in a while. Sometimes I will take a crystal that represents my emotions, charge it with my thoughts and feelings, and place it in the center of the three candles just before lighting them, as a way of focusing. This way the fire is able to draw on the power of raw emotion. Other times I will include tarot, using a combination of a single card and the three flames to find the answer to my question. It feels more detailed and dynamic this way.

I love what fire represents. It is the energy of life. It is passionate, raw and untamed. Dangerous, necessary, creative, and destructive. It is the most lively of the elements, and it can do so much. It is no different in lychnomancy. When practicing, keep that in mind. A simple candle flame can be so many different things, and it’s important to be in touch with your emotions when you practice any sort of pyromancy. However, be sure to balance yourself out afterward. If you do get this involved with your divination you’ll start to feel burnt out, like a candle at the end of its wick. Take a moment, drink some water - to put out the flames inside, of course - and breathe. Use the other elements to ground yourself. Sit on the floor, breathe deeply, and have some water nearby.

Originally posted by blackaestheticsoul

 As a special gift to all of my followers, I will be keeping my divination requests open throughout the month of May starting today, April 30th! I will be answering questions using the very basic form of lychnomancy as not to exert myself with constant, draining sessions. Feel free to send me an ask at any time ( anon or not! ) with any questions you may have, and I will answer it as soon as I am able!

Practice safely, my witchy friends~

Pop and Wedlock

Same Campaign as Mother of (No) Mercy.

As the group of seven, irl 5 kids (8-14) and their (40s) parents goes further into the jungle, they are ambushed by a tribe of Cliffwalk Shifters. Everyone but the Monk fails their diplomacy check, so while the tribe lets them stay in their camp that night, they weren’t too friendly towards the party.

Now I like to get the players invested in the world as much as I can, so that night, the Shifters engaged in a tribal dance around a fire with a cool thing happening at the end. I’d rolled for the 4 Shifters dancing and the best got a 19 on his performance check. With no bard in the party, I expected the characters to just watch and learn some culture.

I did not expect the Dragonborn Paladin to try to redeem himself on the dance floor.

Paladin OOC: I’m gonna try to dance as best I can to make these people like me.

Me, surprised: Uh, sure. Roll performance.

*Nat 20*

The table roars and I feel the blood drain from my face.

Me: Ok, so all of you watch as your Dragonborn friend, known for his enforcement of justice and valor, absolutely kill it on the dance floor.

Rogue: Woo, you go Tornader!

Me: The Shifters are awestruck by the performance. After a moment of talking, a young and beautiful Shifter run out of a tent and straight up to Tornader. Before any of you can react, she kisses him passionately.

Paladin OOC: What’s happening?

Me, as the Shifter chief: Well done, scaled one. For your incredible performance in our ceremonial dance, you have won the hand of my daughter, Nutmeg, and are now a part of our tribe. Though we do not know the final place of the Journey Yet to Come, I am pleased to say you shall walk it together as Husband and Wife. Congratulations, my son.

Let me tell you, the look of horror that plays out on a 10 year old’s face when he finds out he has a wife to come home to is priceless. They are still married to this day, as he doesn’t think it would look good if a Paladin went through a divorce.

I made a cage.

To save some space, I made a cage to fit on top of my dresser. Being that my boys spent all of their time on the top level of their old cage, this new layout will hopefully mean that they have more usable space than they did with their DCN. They very rarely spent any time in the lower level. This new cage isn’t as large as the DCN but it’s all top floor so I feel there’s less wasted space.

The dimensions are 63″ wide x 18″ deep x 24″ tall. It’s 15.75 cubic feet. The single unit Critter Nation is about 11.42 cubic feet and the double is about 22.85 cubic feet so this cage falls somewhere between the single and double.

It has about 13.5 square feet of floor space. The single unit Critter Nation has about 8.3 square feet of floor space and the double has around 16.6 square feet of floor space.

It was modeled after the Martin’s cage design. It’s basically two R-680s stitched together side by side.

Some of my accessories from the DCN don’t work in this cage so I’ve got a little bit of shopping to do but so far I’m really happy with the new cage.

I think the boys approve.

* I posted a description of how the cage was built here *

I set my eyes to the west, walking away from it all
Reaching for what lies ahead, I got my eye on it
I see my sweat hit the ground
I put my foot in the block
This is the race of my life
And I can’t wait for this shot‘Cause I can feel the wind at my back
Chest is pumping like a heart attack
Feet are moving and my mind is locked
Pressing on with everything I got..                                                             I’ve got a new passenger to help me navigate the way
So when my heart hits the floor I can re-calibrate
I feel the deeper call in me, all else is fading in the past
So let me run in the race that I know is built last.. TobyMac, Eye on It

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“Unpredictable” Langst Fic(trigger warning)

I received a request by a close friend to make this prompt into a Klangst fic, and I can only say that this is the best that I can do. “I’m Sorry” part 3 will be up sometime by tomorrow, probably in the late afternoon. I know you guys want more but unfortunately, I’m still working on it. I’m sorry I swear I’ll get it up soon and I’ll put all my effort into making the story enjoyable. If you guys want to see Klangst I’ll do my best to keep that a part of the fic and if I don’t get it right or don’t live up to your expectations I am so sorry. I’ll try really hard to make you all happy. I swear.

-Orion


They had no idea how many fighters there would really be.

They had underestimated Lotor’s ability to take lead of the war, while his father was recuperating from the severe beating Voltron had given him.

Overall, Voltron was outnumbered. They were unable to keep up with the multitude of jets, which seemed to be a never ending fleet.

Shiro pushed them to the brink, and finally, they were able to take out enough ships to give them an opening.

Hunk used his bayard to form his shoulder cannon, taking out the energy canons on a majority of the warships, forcing Lotor to pull back his fleet and retreat. 

But not before Blue was shot by a fleeing fighter jet. 

Somehow, the laser cut through Blue, shattering through her cockpit and nailing Lance in the back. Blue lurched forward, feeling Lance’s pain.

The right side of Lance’s torso was burned. The team was so wrapped up in the exhilaration of victory, they didn’t notice Lance choking back pain filled sobs. He suppressed them, and began laughing along with the others, ignoring his own agony. They didn’t need to deal with the knowing he was hurt when they were so happy. He felt blood trickle down his chin, and he knew he had bashed his head against the controls when Blue lurched.

Lance shook his head, feeling just how quickly the pain overcame him. He choked, but swallowed back any form of distress.

“We did it!” Pidge exclaimed excitedly, whooping victoriously along with Hunk’s victory dance.

“Nice job team!” Shiro complemented proudly, smiling as he turned his lion around, flying back towards the castle, and a well earned resting period. Allura smiled proudly at the paladins, her face popping up on the intercoms in front of each paladin.

Lance’s attempts at concealing his pain were in vain. Allura noticed almost immediately.

“Well done paladins! Come quickly so that we may celebrate! I’ll open the hall of lions once you are all directly outsi- Lance?!” Allura’s worried tone sliced through the intercoms and all the paladins’ focuses were on Lance’s screen in a split second.

The paladins all periodically enlarged the screen.

Keith choked.

“Hey guys! W-we did it!” Lance laughed uneasily, trying to cover his wound. But blood was more difficult to conceal, as was the immediate agony of moving, blossoming across his face.

Shit- everyone get back to the castle! Lance- do you think you can make it in time?!” Shiro shouted, terror of losing Lance overcoming him. He had never sweared in front of the others before, and that was enough to send them into a panic. Pidge and Hunk were on the verge of tears, and Keith’s anxiety held him teetering over the edge of oblivion that was his mind.

Lance grinned, but slowly, his eyes shut, and his head fell forward.

Anxiety bloomed in everyone’s chest, and Shiro was that much closer to a panic attack.

“Lance?! ” Shiro all but screamed, leaning forward in his cockpit chair, seemingly trying to reach out to Lance through the screen. Blue started moving, but Lance, seemingly lifeless, did not move an inch on the intercoms.

“The blue lion is piloting itself?!” Pidge exclaimed, confusion and dread evident in their tone. Blue sped towards the Castle.

“Follow Blue! Hurry!” Keith shouted, turning Red around swiftly, immediately flooring it. He flew to the Castle at an alarming speed, with Pidge and Hunk right behind him. Shiro, shaken from the sudden realization Lance might not have made it, was a little slow on catching up with the others. He shook the thoughts away in denial.

He has to make it. He has got to be okay.’ Shiro thought, speeding after the others.

Blue all but smashed through the hangar doors, much to Allura’s shock, and flew directly to her landing point.

Blue landed safely, careful not to shake too much, intending not to hurt Lance any further, and once she had, she turned all her energy towards waking him.

Wake, my Blue paladin. Your teammates need you.’  Blue nudged Lance into consciousness, and he reluctantly complied. He shook his head, attempting to shake away the feelings of agony. Blue supported his attempts by forcing positive emotions into his thought process. 

He felt exceedingly better, and was even capable enough to rise out of his piloting chair, afterwards making his way to the cockpit’s exit.

Keith spun Red into landing position, opened the cockpit, and booked it, running towards Lance as fast as he possibly could.

“Lance?! Lance?!” Keith, Hunk, and Pidge all ran to the Blue Lion, their feet slamming into the cold metal floors of the Castle. Blue’s eyes dimmed, and Keith was on the verge of a mental break down.

“Please be okay, please be okay…” Keith heard Shiro mutter, finally landing Black into the hangar and hopping out quickly. Shiro caught up almost immediately, soon followed by a worried Coran and a panicked Allura.

“Not Lance… Anyone but Lance.” Hunk whispered to himself breathlessly, tears threatening to spill. Keith tried his best to keep his mind from wandering to dark thoughts about Lance’s state.

They skidded to a halt. Blue’s cockpit was opening.

Out stumbled Lance, and Keith tricked himself into feeling relief- until he saw the blood.

There was so much of it.

The crimson substance trickled out of his mouth, down his arm, and there was blood all across his torso. His forehead had blood dripping down the right side of it. His usually soft brown hair was a tangled mess, matted against his head due to all the blood.

Lance?” Keith’s voice cracked.

Lance looked so pale. His knees were shaking. His breathing was uneven. His blue eyes looked so empty. And yet, he still managed to pull off his winning smile without a hitch. Keith’s stomach lurched.

“Yup. In all my wounded, bloody glory.” Lance chuckled, his expression littered with pain.

“We need to get you to the healing pods.” Keith ran forward, and as soon as he got close enough, he lifted Lance into his arms bridal style. Lance’s breathing hitched, but when Keith looked down at him, he smirked.

“Who knew the hotheaded Keith could be such a gentleman?” Lance chuckled, and Keith almost blushed.

“I don’t need a pick up line right now Lance- I need you to keep your eyes open and stay alive.” Keith lifted an eyebrow, lifting one arm slightly. Lance gasped, an agonizing pain shooting through his spine from the faint movement.

Keith stared down at the agony ridden Lance, and finally took a good look at the wound.

His stomach lurched uncomfortably.

Lance had been shot with one of Zarkon’s lasers.

Lance was dying.

Jealousy pt.1

Originally posted by nnochu

•Bad language
•Reader x Jungkook
•Filthy, filthy smut
•Took me ages writing this
•Daddy kink
•I’m going to hell for this
•Dirty talk
•Rough, against the wall sex

Don’t take the comments seriously, its just a joke, I don’t wish to purposely insult bts

Summary: Taehyung is jealous of your relationship with Jungkook, Kook reminds you who you really belong too

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anonymous asked:

Can you write about lance (from voltron) getting angry? like snaping, because I feel like we haven't seen lance truly angry yet, all the times we have seen him mad, but it seemed more agitated to me, and so I would love it if you wrote about lance snapping, just him being so sick of everything and someone makes a bad comment at the wrong time and he just snaps and he is terrifying, please? (p.s can it be super angst?)

Sorry if this is quite what you wanted, but here you go anon!

I image Lance as someone who would let himself get beat up but would kick someone’s ass if they dared to touch his friend, as well as being quietly intimidating since he often is loud and the contrast shows how serious he’s being.

Warning for some light swearing!

Lance made his way towards the kitchen, he was up a bit earlier than usual, though not overly so. He had gotten enough scoldings from Allura to know he needed to get his shit together. He often feels like he’s holding back the team and he is willing to make double the effort to become useful.

As he approached the entrance to the kitchen, he heard the muffled sounds of his teammates talking. Hoping Hunk was working his magic and preparing something other than the bland food goo, he sped up a tad. His fantasies of Hunk’s cooking ended abruptly when he got close enough to clearly make out what one of the voices was saying

“-know he’s trying, but he has to step it up! He’s lagging behind all of us.” He heard Shiro say

Lance stopped in his tracks. Shiro, Lance’s hero, just openly spoke about some of Lance’s biggest insecurities.

He spun around to go back to his room, however, dozens of cheesy soap operas and cliché scenes of drama being started from someone misinterpreting, mishearing, or misunderstanding made him stay.

He pressed his back against the wall, and he slid down it until he was sitting. He was a couple feet away from the doorway so while he could make out what his team was saying, he still had time to react and get up if he heard footsteps.

“I say we make him train more,” was Keith’s less than helpful input in lance’s opinion. He has trained a lot on his own, but he just wasn’t improving fast enough.

“Guys, Lance tries really hard, lay off a little,” Lance appreciated Hunk’s support and confidence in him, though it didn’t make Shiro and Keith’s comments sting any less

“Hunk, we know you’re the closest to Lance, but doesn’t that make your opinion a little more biased?”

“Lance isn’t at the same level as us, and he needs to get there.”

Hunk desperately tried to defend him but Lance knew it was a lost cause at this point, the more he listened to, the more he got frustrated. He contemplated getting up and leaving to calm himself down in his room now that he knew this wasn’t a misinterpretation; he was the subject of the conversation, more specifically, his inadequacy.

“Shouldn’t you get back to cooking or something? Shiro and I were discussing this and you kind of butted in,” Lance snapped to attention at that comment, did Keith seriously just say that?

Before Lance even processed what he was doing, he stormed into the kitchen, walked up into Keith’s startled face, his own looking furious, “What the hell did you just say?” his tone was even in a terrifying way

Keith seemed to understand it was a rhetorical question, Shiro seemed unnerved by Lance’s uncharacteristically serious tone.

“Lance, it was nothing-”

“That’s bull, Hunk, and you know it. That was entirely uncalled for.” Lance turned back towards the other two presences in the room, “Listen and listen well. If you even breathe another word that belittles, demeans, puts down, or even suggests Hunk did anything wrong when he hasn’t done a damn thing, then you’d better hope and pray I am as far behind in training as you suggest I am.” His tone was chilling, his eyes locked onto Keith’s, his icy glare effectively putting out the fire in Keith’s.

Keith soon snapped out of it and seemed to contemplate something before speaking, “So are you saying that if we insult Hunk you’ll be more motivated to train harder?” that was the wrong thing to say.

The ice in Lance’s gaze melted, being replaced with a fire that could burn anyone it was directed at, “If you dare to suggest what I think you are, my position on the team will not be your main concern.” his voice had started low, rising with every word, “Are we clear?” his words were short and tight, intimidating everyone in the room.

Nods from both Shiro and Keith were enough for Lance, he wasn’t going to let it go right away but he knew they understood.

“Alright, good,” Lance questioned if he should address what had spurred Hunk being dismissed and decided he would if only a little.

Lance locked eyes with Keith “What you say cuts deep,” he glanced at Shiro “Both of you. I looked up to you both, but I can take it. I know my faults, I know where I need improvement, and Hunk’s right, I do try…”

Lance’s voice had gotten soft as it trailed off, his eye’s having found themselves trained on the floor directly in front of his feet, he could feel the pitying gaze of the other three “All you are doing is vocalizing thoughts I’ve had a thousand times over,” Lance shook himself out of it and looked up again, Shiro and Keith stood in front of him ”but what I can’t take is you putting down my best friend when he has done nothing wrong.”

Lance had just about burned out, getting angry was exhausting. He was done with being frustrated for today, he turned on his heel and stalked out of the room, initially heading back to his room before opting to go to the only place he knew he couldn’t be disturbed. Blue.

Yousef knows he fucked up.

He knew in the seconds after sending Sana a Facebook message mentioning that he wasn’t Muslim. Maybe he even fucked up before that- maybe he fucked up when he started seeing her as more than just Elias’s baby sister. Maybe that’s when this all started. But now, as he lay in bed, glitter underneath his finger nails from today’s kindergarten projects and yet another text message to Sana going unread, Yousef can without a doubt say that he fucked up.

It was too soon. Yousef thought that maybe he and Sana had built enough of a base, enough of a starting point, that his lack of religion could be overlooked. Or at the very least worked with.

But that was so so stupid because he knows how firm Sana is in her beliefs and maybe no amount of his careful planning or their banter could have stopped this moment.

So here he lays with the weight of crumbling dreams heavy on his chest. (bye bye 12 kid football teams and-)

His phone vibrates on his chest and Yousef thinks maybe-

But it’s Elias with a simple come over and chill tonight? 

He sighs and darkens his phone without response. He can’t be there right now- he doesn’t want to make Sana any more uncomfortable than he already has. Invading her safe space is a no-go.

But he wants someone to talk to. Which is funny because he’s always been kind of a man of few words. But right now, he desperately wants someone who will listen patiently and offer their best advice. Someone who would have no problem being quiet while Yousef tried to give voice to the feelings that had been building his his chest for months and the despair now that he knows they won’t be returned.

He wants his best friend.

He fucking wants Even.

Yousef flicks his phone back on and scrolls, down past the myriad of messaage threads he’s been a part of in the last year, down to the last message he had with Even almost a year ago.

I’m so sorry.

Yousef hadn’t responded. And it’d be too late to now.

Would it be too violent to throw his phone across the room? 

He doesn’t but he does drop it on the floor beside him, burying his face in pillows and deciding to sleep off the weight of the night.

Zach accidentally hits you in the head with a basketball

Request: “Hello ☀️can i request an imagine? the reader is a theatre kid and is walking around the school practicing her lines only to accidentally walk into the gym and be knocked out by zach demosey throwing a basketball durning a game? the show is v sad and realistic and I was thinking this might be a little bit lighthearted! maybe it’s set before hannah got depressed? so she and Tony and clay are watching the game too? 💛 thank you 💛💛”


“You okay closing up the classroom (Y/N)?” Melanie, one of my drama classmates, asks me.

“Yeah, I should be fine Melanie. Enjoy the game.” you say with a small smile.

It’s Friday night and you’re still at school in the drama classroom, going over some of your lines for an upcoming play at Liberty High.

Melanie, flashes you a sweet smile. “You should really come to the game too, (Y/N). There’s nothing better than watching a bunch of sweaty, hot guys dribbling around a basket ball.” She says dreamily, with a small giggle.

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Request: y/n being insecure about herself and about love.

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Cracking noises from the flames in the beige brick fireplace hanging on the wall, filled the otherwise silent living room. These faint but warm noises always made me feel somehow calm.

I loved the heat filling up the room, I loved shutting my eyes and listen to the flames crack slowly, I loved how it all felt like home to me.

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