Request: Hey I’m
not sure if requests are open, but pretty please can I request bts reacting to
getting walked in on by friends/parents while having sex? Like would they
continue or lie or what? Thanks! ❤
A/N: Here I go. Keeping my promise. One reaction a day. I always keep my promises.- Li <3
As Jin was making
gentle love to you and kissing you so sensually, you forgot where you are,
Namjoon ran in the room as if his life depended on it. It all became still,
you, Jin, Namjoon. Fast, Jin hid you under the blanket, keeping you under him. “Kim
Namjoon I swear to fucking God I’ll starve you to death if first you don’t get out
of here and second say anything ever about this.” Namjoon stuttering over his
words could be heard and then the door closed. “Well, that was an experience,baby.”
in the middle of thrusting so deeply in you, the satin scarf around your mouth
wasn’t enough to hold in your screams. And then the door cracked and a little
pig tailed girl studied the interesting position you two were in. “Sis, why are
you two naked? Why are you biting a scarf?” Dom Yoongi went from 100 to 0 real
quick. “Miya, baby, it’s…hard for me to explain it. Your good friend Yoongi can
explain it.” you said, embarrassed af. Yoongi gave you the death look and
turned to the girl. “It’s an adult way of showing love Miya. In two minutes I’ll
be in your room and we can play with the dolls. I only have to finish playing
with your sister first.” Dom Yoongi is back.
wanted to take one of Namjoon Ryan’s to take a selca with it, not opening the
door to you naked at the end of the room and Namjoon only in sweatpants,
holding two paires of handcuffs. Jimin shakily tried to explain himself “I…
only wanted to have a-“ Namjoon freezing cold eyes met Jimin’s making the boy
feel extremely uncomfortable. “Leave Jimin. Now.” And Jimin did leave. Without
saying anything else, while you looked scared at Namjoon. “Where was I?” said
he while opening the first pair of handcuffs.
Hobi is a
puppy we all know that. So you were too. You were his baby, puppy and fuck
princess. So when you two were fucking the last thing you wanted were
intruders, but when your mother knocked on your door, both of you were so
scared that she’ll come in that he pulled out of you, threw you your clothes
while he was dressing himself, kissed you an apology and sat down next to you
acting as if he was helping you with a math problem, so when your mother really
came in, both of you smiled like the little puppies you were.
making. That Jimin was the best at. Setting the mood, showing you unconditional
love, showering you with compliments. So when Yoongi carelessly opened the
door, Jimin suddenly got so sad. He quietly asked Yoongi to leave and the older
boy suddenly felt so guilty. He knew how much Jimin prepared for this moment
and Yoongi ruined it. So after that, Yoongi constantly apologized to Jimin and
helped him create everything from the beginning so you’ll forget about the
first embarrassing time and get a wonderful second. And both you and Jimin
couldn’t be angry at such a nice gesture from the soft-harted rapper.
Taehyung is always playful the first 20 minutes before
diving between your legs to have a taste of the sweetest dessert. Unlike
others, Tae hates to be disrespected or disturbed while he was eating you out,
by you or whoever. So when Jungkook kick opened the door while Tae was
ravishing you, your lover got so irritated. While you try to hide yourself,
Taehyung put his hand on your pelvis making it impossible for you to move,
turned to Jungkook, with his saliva and your juices on his mouth and the look
of a very angry animal in his eyes. “Leave. Leave Jungkook. Go sleep somewhere
was in the middle of delivering one more delicious spank on your butt when
Taehyung opened the door worried you were hurt. And the scene in front of him,
oh god. You and your delicious naked body bent over Jungkook’s thighs, while he
was delivering a spank. And honestly, Jungkook could careless about Taehyung.
Tae was his bestfriend and one of Kook’s fantasies was a threesome. So he delivered
the smack, making your embarrassed self moan. “I…didn’t mean to-“ stuttered Tae
“Join in hyung. I’m just getting started with her.” Taehyung smirked and
silently closed the door
@gayedd there’s a story but it’s not long. Basically there’s a vine of a black girl using a taser on a cockroach and white people got angry and called it animal abuse. Then plebcomics made a comic about it and fucking compared it to the blacklivesmatter movement (because I guess tasing a cockroach is the same a shooting black children)
I’m sure by now we’ve all seen the blog that’s been causing dissent in petblr communities recently. While the heart of the blog owner is in the right place, they are giving very little information in a highly accusatory manner right off the bat. That is not okay, and we as a community cannot allow people like that to be at the forefront of our community in the public eye.
It can be tempting to be aggressive immediately when you see an animal in a poor setup, I understand. So many people take improper care of their animals that it can be extremely frustrating to see it constantly, especially in the petblr tags that are generally full of highly knowledgeable people. It is easy to snap at them and tell them off, because you are angry that an animal is suffering.
However, that is not constructive. When you are rude immediately to a pet owner, without even trying to explain gently and kindly, you are going to make the owner defensive. In general, people love their animals and being treated like they are purposely abusing and neglecting their pets is going to make anyone unreceptive to advice. You have to do what is best for the animal. Be kind, be patient.
Similarly, it can be easy to just say a few short sentences about what someone is doing wrong. While things like not keeping bettas in bowls may seem intuitive to you, it is heavily ingrained in our culture that small animals are fine in tiny spaces and are low maintenance, cheap, disposable pets.
If you are going to tell someone betta fish need a heater, you have to back that up with evidence. “Bettas need a heater.” gives someone no reason to trust you,. “Bettas need heaters, because they come from the tropical waters of Thailand and Cambodia, where temperatures rarely are below the upper 70s. A betta without a heater is likely to be more stressed and less active than a betta with a heater.” is better. It explains why exactly they need a heater (they are tropical fish), and the benefits of getting one (more active and less stressed.)
Additionally, it is helpful to explain why you are a reliable source. To the average person it seems perfectly reasonable to assume pet store workers know what they are talking about, or that anything marketed for a certain animal must be safe for it. Why are you more knowledgeable and trustworthy? If you have owned this animal previously, mention that. Link to sites that have reliable care information. One person on tumblr saying something doesn’t seem very reliable, but a person linking to websites that are more “official” seems much more trustworthy.
In conclusion, if you want to critique someone’s pet care, it is imperative to be patient and kind. Explain in detail what the problem is, why it is a problem, and how it can be fixed. Give the owner a reason to see you as a trustworthy source.
I AM THE ANGRY NIGHT!!!! This was at our 2017 Bat Blitz in Birmingham, Al.
Interesting note, bats release a stressed echolocation and it calls other bats to them to help out, so that is why I made the comment about the bat calling more to our mist net, bats show a lot of altruism. Maybe @koryos might have some more comments on why bats are amazing altruistic mammals.
Summary: You are the sister of Charles Xavier, You are part of the Avengers and Dating Bucky Barnes, Unbeknownst to you Bucky is having an affair with Natasha, you catch them in the act and things go downhill from there. You are a Mutant with Similar powers to Jean, Only with Immortality thrown in.
Pairings: Bucky x Reader, Bucky X Natasha, Logan Howlett X Reader
Warnings: Angst, Violence, Cheating, Feelings of worthlessness, Depression.
Your three days were up. It was time to go back to the compound to face Bucky and Natasha, and you had dragged Logan along for moral support. He had grumbled and fought you on it, eventually relenting by saying he would start packing up the meager belongings you’d kept in your bedroom at the compound.
Stepping out of the elevator, your nerves make themselves known. You really do not want to be here, do not want to see him, or her. On the verge of panic, hyperventilating wildly, Logan grabs your hand, giving it a quick squeeze, and muttering, “Almost done, sweetheart. You can do this.” Gathering your remaining strength, coating it in a layer of bravado, you make your way to the meeting room where the Avengers have settled to discuss your transfer.
“Morning,” you mumble as you enter, avoiding the pained gaze of Bucky.
“Well, hey there stranger,” Tony quips. “You ready?” You had spoken to Tony as soon as Logan had informed you that he had received the call from Charles. He wasn’t happy with your decision, but he respected it nonetheless.
“Yeah, I’m ready,” you reply.
“Alright! Let’s get this started,” he says as he claps his hands together, the sudden noise pulling a flinch out of you. “(y/n) is being transferred out to an undisclosed location, to help head up an all Mutant team.” You screw your eyes shut as a slew of protests erupt around the room. You can’t bear to look at any of them; to see the hurt on their faces.
“(Y/N) what the hell?” comes Steve voice. “You disappear for three days and then come back to tell us your leaving?” he asks, disbelief coloring his tone.
“Steve,” you sigh. “I can’t be here anymore. I can’t offer you a better explanation than that.” As your gaze catches Bucky’s, he’s looking at you like he’s going to break apart any second. His entire being screams defeat, and you can’t help but feel guilty. Casting your gaze down, you mumble, “I’m sorry, I made a promise to you all, but I need to do this for me. If you ever need me, I’m just a phone call away.” Lurching to your feet, you rush to leave, reaching the door in record time. Flinging it open, you race out, frantically searching for Logan.
Spotting him lounging on a chair, your bags packed at his feet, you walk quickly toward him. “We need to go. Right now,” you hiss when you hear footsteps behind you. Grabbing Logan by the hand, you try desperately to move his adamantium filled behind out of the chair and toward the elevator.
“I see you moved on fairly quickly, (y/n),” comes Bucky’s angry declaration causing you to freeze mid step; frustration and hurt welling inside you.
“At least I waited until we broke up, Barnes!” you retort scathingly.
“This him?” Logan asks, eerily calm. You don’t reply as you whirl around to face Bucky, stopping dead at the sight of Natasha next to him.
“Listen, Bub, you need to back the fuck off. Haven’t ya done enough harm?” Logan snarls, advancing menacingly on Bucky.
“This is not your fight, Logan!” you yell, grabbing for his hand, trying to keep them apart which sets Bucky off. He pulls back his metal fist and lands a hard punch to Logan’s jaw; the resounding clang of metal on metal leaves your ears ringing, and you wait for the shit storm that’s about to be unleashed. “Logan,” you plead as he unsheathes his claws.
Taking his classic fight stance, claws singing when he runs them together, Logan eyes Bucky up and down. “Alrigh’ Bub. Ya asked for it!”
Logan runs at Bucky while you try and yank him back by the edge of his shirt. It tears, sending you falling onto your ass as the force propels you backward. Bucky is holding his own, landing heavy blows to Logan’s body, who slashes a long gash into Bucky’s thigh.
“Stop!” Natasha screams, making a beeline for Logan.
You scramble upright, flinging out a blast of power that sends her into the wall. Focusing on the fighting men, you separate them forcefully with your mind. “ENOUGH!” you scream, voice amplified by your power. “Stop acting like children! Wait for me outside, Logan.” He growls like an angry animal, refusing to move toward the exit. “Logan, please!” you beg, and he finally relents, spitting at Bucky’s feet as he makes his retreat. What cuts and bruises he’d sustained were already healing, unlike Bucky whose blood was dripping onto the floor.
“What the hell was that!” Natasha yells at you. “Your friend nearly killed him!”
You can only stare at her in shock. “You, Natasha, have no right to speak to me. No right to look at me. Get the fuck out of my face before I ruin yours!” you snarl at her. She visibly pales at the threat, and Bucky appears to come to her rescue.
Except he hasn’t, his intentions made clear with his next words. “Don’t leave,” he murmurs, limping toward you, causing Natasha to gasp in surprise.
“W-what?” Natasha whispers.
“Please baby, don’t leave. We can work this out,” he reiterates, ignoring Natasha, coming to a halt before you. “I can make this right, (Y/N),” he murmurs as he pulls you to his chest; his grip on you is nearly bone crushing. “I made a mistake, I’m sorry. Please don’t go.”
Natasha’s sharp intake of breath is filled with pain, and you feel slightly vindictive. She hadn’t been expecting this, and you debate for a second if you really need to go; if you couldn’t forgive him and move past this.
No, you think. There was no real guarantee he wouldn’t do it again. He had hurt you, he had shattered your sense of self worth with one action, and he had made you lose control of yourself. No. No matter how badly you wanted to stay with him, you needed time for reflection away from all of them.
“I’m sorry, Bucky,” you say as you push away from him. “But I can’t stay here, I can’t be with you. Not after what you did.” A stray tear pushes itself past your defenses and falls down your cheek. “I love you, but I won’t let you break me,” you say as you walk away, hands shaking and pain threatening to overwhelm you.
With every agonizing step you take away from him, you repeat to yourself, I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.
"I don't know if I should kiss you or slap you." "...Wait, what?" NurseyDex <3
It’s not like Will actively goes
looking for fights.
what Bitty mumbles under his breath, and no matter how disappointed Chowder
always looks in the aftermath, it’s not like it’s something Will hopes for.
it’s not anything he wants.
sometimes it feels like he’s fighting all the time – like he’s had to fight for
everything he’s got, and like he’ll always be fighting.
it feels like that’s all he’ll ever be good for.
way that Nursey’s lips curl in a sneer (a pointed reminder that Will is forever
screwing up), it’s pretty fuckin’ clear that Will’s not the only one thinking
it. Not for the first time, Will finds himself wishing that he could just
disappear – that the ground would swallow him up or that lightening would
strike – literally anything that would save him from listening to Nursey tear
it’s not like Will actively goes looking for fights, but he’s not going to just
stand aside and let people talk shit about his teammates, and he’s sure as fuck
not about to let anyone get away with spewing that kind of homophobic bullshit…
not here. Not in Samwell.
Nursey doesn’t get that-
another fuckin’ battle that Will doesn’t want to fight.