but you had to see this coming

BTS Reaction to Their Innocent GF Defending Them

Request from @teacuplissy; “A request where the boys’ usually pleasant girlfriend becomes protective of them after she hears someone subtly try to throw shade. She calls them on it.”

Note: I had way too much fun with this..I’m sorry if it’s too much lmao. I bet y’all didn’t see two reactions in a row coming lel *credit to gif owners*

Jin ➳ He usually felt pain when people insulted him, only shrinking as he tried to hide away but when your grip tightened onto his hands as you soon began to charge towards the insulters; he was rendered speechless. “It’s better to let someone think you’re stupid than to open your mouth and prove it.” You sneered, standing before the two men and although you looked like a smol hamster compared to them — the fire blazing around your build had them apologizing immediately. In Seokjin’s eyes, he imagined the light illuminating only onto you from the sky of the park, angels harmonizing in the background as he realized that you, his goddess, was a force to be reckoned with.

Originally posted by for-seokjin

Suga ➳ With you by his side, he could care less about who spouted what around him. You were his ingénue, an angel sent from above and once you had slammed your fists onto the marble table situated inside the fanciest of restaurants, your chair screeching as you abruptly stood up; your stilettos tapped against the glass floor as you made your way to the table filled with obnoxious men before stopping in front of the culprit. Suddenly dropping a handful of napkins onto his lap, you smiled towards the man before saying, “your ass must be jealous from all the shit dripping from your mouth.” Yoongi could only stare to you in disbelief, wondering when and who exactly possessed his lovely girlfriend at that moment.

Originally posted by yoonmiint

J-Hope ➳ You were shaking with anger at seeing Hoseok put up a front, acting all happy when some men tried to hit on you and have the audacity to tell you that being with Hoseok was a mistake. You were seething, but Hoseok only smiled while ignoring them, and you knew it pierced his heart whenever the smile would grow smaller and smaller.

Suddenly, you turned around and walked towards the men who began to whistle in happiness, only to be shut down immediately. “If you really want to know about mistakes,” you growled as they all became quiet, “then you should ask your parents.” Hoseok would be laughing so hard, dancing and asking them if they wanted some ice for that burn as you tried to drag him away.

Originally posted by syubto

RapMonster ➳ You were all eating dinner with the boys when they all started to make fun of Namjoon, having nothing else to speak about and only finding amusement in ruining his pride in front of his girlfriend. He only smiled softly, not wanting the one he loves to see him in a different light as Jimin would squeak and giggle in various ways with the younger ones while they roasted their leader. The way you were gripping your fork went unnoticed, soon clearing your throat as you gained everyone’s attention once the waiter had placed the food down.

“Oh hey,” you smiled, looking to the green peas, “Maknae line, it’s your balls.” Namjoon would scream ‘oooh’ in the background, finding what you did in his defense the cutest thing ever.

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Jimin ➳ Jimin was suddenly pushed into you, and he would laugh nervously as he gave you a skeptical smile. “It’s fine.” He murmured, trying to push you along to keep you protected and from harm’s way but you wouldn’t have it in the least. The boys were laughing, calling Jimin various of names before they began to inch closer to the two of you once again and you were too quick for Jimin to react, suddenly pushing him to the side as you instantly karate kicked one of the men in the balls.

“That was just the appetizer,” you began to rub your hands and Jimin could only stare to you in aloofness; wondering if the one he loved oh so much was suddenly in the arms of a demon, “who wants the main course?”

Originally posted by chimneytaels

V ➳ If anything, one thing he knew you hated was seeing him be awkwardly quiet. You two have been playing at the arcade for a while, and although you both started off having a blast; Taehyung was slowly sinking into his emotions as he looked down. You were confused at first, until you saw a group of men laugh out loud as they were roasting him from afar. 

It was abrupt, but once you left the man with an assuring squeeze on his hand, you sped walked towards the group with a cup of dippin dots in your hand. “I just wanted to return your balls.” You told what you assumed was the leader, dropping the ice cream as it fell all over his lap; his supposed friends began to giggle and Taehyung was suddenly struck with pride at seeing his own girlfriend defend him.

Originally posted by jjilljj

Jungkook ➳ You two were walking down the park, his fingers interlaced with yours as he swung it side to side with a smile playing against his lips. He already heard those guys talking crap about him, saying various mean things that stuck his heart but he only wanted to have a great time with his precious girlfriend — so, he pushed his feelings to the side. What he didn’t expect, though, was you abruptly letting go of his hand so you can stalk your way to the men and bring out a very colorful vocabulary he didn’t even know existed within you.

He was shooketh, his eyes wide as you got the men to frighteningly apologize to him. “No one messes with my man.” You murmured, and Jungkook was still in shock. Although it was hot in his eyes, if anything, he should be protecting you.

Originally posted by askmeifimadalek


anonymous asked:

what shifts in Katie's acting do you see when she goes from being else a good or bad character. like not obvious doing evil stuff vs doing nice things, but like maybe a lower nice when being evil, or a certain facial expressions?

The Glare™

The Stare™

The Smirk™

The Sneer™

The Sass™

During and after her shift, you see Morgana’s cold, calm, calculating side. She exuded confidence and a bit of arrogance, as you see in the glare, smirk, and sass. When she had her plans and saw them coming into fruition, in her mind, she had already won. She was Morgana Pendragon. Eventually, the Last High Priestess and everyone was beneath her. 

She was also very intense. Hence the stare, the sneer, and even her voice. Pretty soul penetrating. Unblinking. Unflinching. Along with that confidence she was quite intimidating and that was something that worked in her favor.

It depends on how they work. With Taylor, we had been kind of circling around, very much aware of each other’s work for a while. We figured out these two days to work together and she came to my studio super excited and said, “I had an idea in the car.” And she sang me the first three or four lines of it and said, “I want to call it ‘Treacherous’ and maybe the chorus can go like this.” And we were writing the song in 10 minutes and she was just so full of excitement.

It’s interesting because I find that she’s very sincere and very what-you-see-is-what-you-get. When you see her on an award show and she wins the award and she looks astonished, that’s how she looks when you’re writing a song and you come up with a good lyric or a good melodic idea. She looks amazed; she’s like, “Whoa!” She’s just like that. She’s also very consistent and a monster songwriter.

—  Dan Wilson on what’s the process when he’s writing with other artists. (A.V. Club Interview, April 2014)

The Casagrande Family

Had to draw them because they all look so much fun! 

I might miss the special though because I’m going on vacation for 4 days….so if there is like a google drive video of it, please send it to me Q A Q. I WANNA SEE IT SO BAD ; . ; Will edit this paragraph after I see the special. 

Thank you again for the love and support. My Prince Model will come soon. But since vacation is happening, not immediately, but so far it’ll be a nice chapter. 

See what happens when you push me down in the dunk tank one too many times?

When I was in 8th grade, my school/church had the annual festival. That year they rented a dunk tank and asked for volunteers beforehand. I volunteered, so did some of my friends, and our pastor did as well.

Now, this was in the middle of October and they filled this dunk tank with hose water. I had originally sat on that chair with just a swimsuit and my stepdad had to go get my wetsuit because I was going to be come a Popsicle at this point.

So, everything is going pretty good. I’m having some laughs with my friends, and the only complaint I have is that my glasses get lost in the tank when I get submerged in the water. This is where a girl who I will call Jo comes in.

Jo was the daughter of one of my mom’s frenemy. And for this fremeny to say that she disciplined her daughter well this kid could be a hellion. There was a lot of viciousness in that eleven year old.

So she and her friend come up to my tank. And they hit the button, I go down, I lose my glasses. I tell them, “Pay for this with your ticket,” and they laugh and say no. I climb back up, they hit the button again. I tell them to cut it out, I’m losing my glasses in the water, they just laugh at me. I don’t know why the guy running the thing didn’t stop ‘em, though he probably would have felt bad about yelling at two eleven year old girls.

By the third time I’m mad. When I get back up I sent a wave of water over Jo and her friend. They’re soaked and shocked. Jo starts yelling at me, “She’s supposed to go on stage for the talent show in five minutes!” And I tell her, “Then you should’ve stopped hitting the button!” They just walk away, whatever.

It felt pretty good. It only got hilarious when Jo outright lied to her mother and said that she was “protecting” me from people hitting the button without paying. Couldn’t really do much about that because her mother would definitely believe her over me but at least I got my revenge.


The Evil Queen Custom Funko (Silver Coat)

Okay this might be my favorite Regina I’ve ever made.  She uses of all people Amy Winehouse for a head.  She had a bow on that I took off and filled with apoxie clay.  Her body comes from Maeve on Westward with a bit of carving and a tiny bit of clay (on the shoulders which you can’t see because of her glorious head).

I find it a minor miracle that she stands on her own.  I’ve no idea if she’ll fit in an insert even the Winehouse one…

I will take commissions to replicate this funko, please contact privately to discuss price as the market for the figures in which I make these out of can change wildly.  Ask me about my etsy shop.

Horrible-fateful-story-of-fateful horrible-fate time


So way back when I first start playing gw2, I make my first character Ailex Decidua, a sylvari engie. as I’m going through the PS for the first time accompanied by my friend & mmo-mentor Bean I get to the part where you have to wield Caladbolg to kill that lich. Being a baby pistol engie and used to ranging everything, I did not take to caladbolg’s slow and cumbersome skills, and spent the whole story instance roasting it and calling it stupid names. When the instance was finally over I felt like, god, finally, I hope I NEVER have to see that freaking sword EVER again. To my relief caladbolg leaves me well enough alone, only coming up in conversation every once in a while to the tune of “heh, remember caladbolg? man that sword sucked. glad I only had to use it that once. lmao”

anyway. Later of course comes CLORE ISLAND and I meet trahearne (bean: ”you met trahearne already don’t you remember? earlier in your story” me: “no? Idon’t remember that? also his face is freaky looking?”) and I’m all set to begin roasting him as well, because bean warned me about his controversial position in the story. However at some point, some checkpoint bugs and the scenario stalls, and as I’m yakkety-saxing around looking for a solution I notice that trahearne has been repeating the same phrase to me, over and over

and that’s the moment I fell in love.

From that point on trahearne could do no wrong in my eyes. Every behavioral programming anomaly, every incorrectly looped idle animation, every melodramatic line delivered as dry as a saltine cracker, only served to deepen my admiration for this beautiful, brave, broken (most of the time, literally, broken) ugly tree man who probably smells. I’d given myself away completely to being a supporting character in his story, even if just so I could continue to hear as many of his endearing badly-timed/tonally-inappropriate combat interjections as possible. HOWEVER when he was bequeathed Caladbolg, my bane, I had to laugh at that like “haha you both are terrible and unhelpful, you deserve eachother. But seriously keep that thing away from me”

so fast forward again a few years, HoT is about to come out and I’m bouncing like hot damn I can’t wait to rescue trahearne in the jungle and then marry him and live in a knothole and raise jungle quaggans(?) and swing around on vines together forever while mordremoth eats everyone else on the planet. After LA is rebuilt I notice that some of the NPCs use the same voice actor as trahearne so I think wooOOHOO? that means trahearne will have speaking roles in HoT. Ailex’s Happily Ever After: Confirmed.

[HoT spoilers below the cut]

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I had this crazy realization about Captain Underpants yesterday that made the character more epic– he’s the living embodiment/personification of George and Harold’s friendship. If you’ve seen Frozen and you can see how Olaf is the living embodiment/personification of the sisterly love between Anna and Elsa, then you know where I’m going with this.

… Well, I mean its probably a ‘duh, the two collaborated on his comics together’ but its so awesome when you look really into it. He’s a character George and Harold created that was able to come into existence and he does have a naive, almost child like view on things, but he also has that silliness and fun about him that is part of their creativity. I also noticed in books 3 and 4 just how super protective he really is towards them (I haven’t properly sat down to read all the books but I’ve skimmed though everything beyond book 5 recently). Then I saw the little moment in one of the recent tv spots where he’s messing their hair up in an affectionate manner, but judging from how it was played out before he does the action, I think he was complimenting both of them for their talents/showing appreciation towards them. As much as a handful he can be for those two boys, he also represents an ideal adult figure to a child- someone who doesn’t have to be perfect, but is supportive, is able to be there for you, and is willing to embrace being silly and provide fun.

And this is where it gets more ironic when I saw how most of the adults in the books are the exact opposite towards children. One in particular, of course.

Captain Underpants was ‘born’ just for laughs for those two in the original books, but it looks like he was ‘born’ in the film out of a desperate attempt to save their friendship. The person who represents complete order, no nonsense/no fun, is not supportive of the boys’ creativity, enjoys making their lives hell, and who wants to separate them in the film and ends up causing the ‘birth’ is Mr. Krupp, who is the real/true identity of CU. One persona wants to keep the two apart and prevents them from fulfilling their potential because of his views on life/education, while the other is able to bring them together and never seems to object to their assistance nor does he ever look down on them.

And it makes the thing tragic in a way. After reading Pilkey’s reflection on why mean adults tend to be the way they are without being able to change, plus Ed Helm’s view’s on the characters, we see what COULD have been with Krupp through the Captain Underpants persona. Try as he might, he can never destroy the friendship between George and Harold, nor get rid of their creativity, and instead he only strengthened both when that potential for good came out and became the literal representation of that.

BTS Reaction to When They Hurt Themselves and Get Sent to The Hospital And Don’t Tell You But You Get Assigned to Them [Requested]

Hey there @ainbanana15 ! Thank you for the creative idea! 

Original request: Hey! ^^ since your box are open, Can you do bts reactions? Where they get injured and went to the hospital without telling you but coincidentally you will be the one to treat them (since you’re a doctor and you had an unscheduled shift that day)? Hope is not that complicated ^^“ thanks :)


He would laugh awkwardly and try to play it off with blowing a kiss, “Oh hey Jagi! Fancy seeing you here!” When you would blanch and remind him that you worked here he would curse at himself, “Dang it, I knew I forgot something…”

Originally posted by bwiseoks

Rap Monster:

He would smile sheepishly at your staring and then he would get insulted when you say something along the lines of ‘I knew you would be coming here sooner or later destruction god.’

“Hey Jagi that’s… actually really true.”

Originally posted by choke-me-namjoon


He would pretend to sleep 

Originally posted by taeverie


He’d probably get really excited when he saw you but then remembered that he was trying to hide his injury from you. Nevertheless, he’d be all smiles to see you.

Originally posted by kimthwriter


I feel as if Jimin wouldn’t keep it from you on purpose, most likely he forgot about it so it would be a nice surprise seeing you. “Look at my pretty Jagi working so hard to make others feel better!”

Originally posted by jxon-jungkook


He’s been hiding his leg injury from you so when he saw you come in for a checkup, he tried to run with a broken leg. When he fell he would over dramatize it to hide the fact that he hid his broken leg from you, “OW! Doctor please make sure I’m alright!”

Originally posted by jeonbegins


He’d act really cocky to hide how scared he was that you found out because he can be like a little kid and hates to disappoint. “Hey doctor go get me some water. Hey doctor go get me some ice for my sprained finger! Hey- awwww. Don’t look at me like that Jagi.”

Originally posted by officialwookkibby


Bad Luck~Part 5

Originally posted by loveblushes

(gif isn’t mine credit to owner) 

I really enjoy writing this and have no idea how I managed to write all this in just a few days :’) 

I hope this satisfies your expectations :3

More is to come ;) 


-5 126 words 

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader 

Genre: Highschool AU  

~Yoongi gets your phone number~

prologue, part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4 , part 5

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anonymous asked:

Your breaking news have become lame. All I see is "gay" and then more "gay" It was funny at first, but you're overusing it! We all love gayness but it's not funny if it's one after another You have so much potential you can come up with something new.

*sighs* I was hesitant to answer this at first but I couldn’t just delete it from my inbox. So here it goes.

I had my doubts that the breaking news memes were getting less and less funny as time went on, and well I guess this sort of confirms it. I did think about not doing them anymore, but there are only a few episodes left so it would be a shame to stop now. It is difficult to think of new funny content right after an episode airs, especially in such a large quantity, and the headline has its limit of words I can use and so on, but enough ranting because it’s probably boring you. 

Thanks for sending this (i’ll admit it did make me sniffle a little), but criticism is always welcome and I’m glad you wrote it respectfully and not “yOur bREaking nEws mEmeS sUCk l0l”.Anyways that’s all from me. Have a nice day ;)

Reasons Why I'd Like To See Daryl Moving To The Kingdom besides Carol

This is strictly a Daryl post. These are my reasons for wanting to see Daryl at The Kingdom, regardless of Carol. I would obviously love to see Caryl living in the same place but let’s forget about that for a moment and discuss the reasons why The Kingdom would be a good place for Daryl, regardless of Carol.

1. Ezekiel is a good hearted and caring man. Daryl had basically insulted Ezekiel and despite that, he still offered Daryl asylum. Like Khary said, Ezekiel sees past their (Daryl and Carol’s insults) and sees it coming from a place of pain and tries to move past it.
Ezekiel and the other Kingdomer’s are extremely caring and dare I say, selfless. That’s just how they are. They don’t try to control you or make decisions for you. They just try to help you, as much as you’ll let them and I think that would be a wonderful place for Daryl to be.

2. Archer’s, archer’s, archer’s everywhere. Let’s echo Gareth’s words about Daryl “ the archer ”.
The Kingdom has people are can relate to Daryl and who Daryl can relate to. Not just regarding archery but other things, too. I don’t believe it’s a coincidence that while Daryl was there, we saw people teaching and learning archery. That could be taken as a potential sign we’ll see Daryl go there.

3. The feel of The Kingdom. I will not deny that The Kingdom is a beautiful and calm place with a good energy. I think this could benefit Daryl.

4. Daryl was never comfortable at Alexandria. He never really saw it as a home and we knew how uncomfortable he was. Perhaps The Kingdom would give him the same feeling but it’s worth a try. I could see Daryl feeling more comfortable there, but I can also see him bouncing around and still going out hunting and just being in the forest.

5. A New Start. The Kingdom would offer a new start. A new beginning.
He will obviously still have the group he’s been with but he doesn’t need to live with them to maintain the connection. Maggie is at Hilltop and her group is still Rick and the others, along with some of the people at Hilltop. She’s expanded her connections. But her connections with Team Family have not dwindled.

6. Daryl doesn’t need to be Rick’s right hand man anymore. He is so much more than that. If you can’t see Daryl moving away from that position, you can’t see his full potential.
Daryl deserves more than being someone’s right hand man and blindly following him and his word (which has been wrong many, many times).
Daryl can make decisions for himself. I appreciated seeing him make his own decisions, despite Rick’s word.
Besides, Michonne, Father Gabriel and Aaron are seeming to be stepping up as Rick’s right handers.
That’s not to say that Daryl would respect Rick or be his friend, quite the opposite. Again, you don’t need to live in the same vicinity as someone to respect them and maintain a connection with them.

7. He was re-armed at The Kingdom. He got a part of himself back. That’s more of a clue than why The Kingdom would be good for him but still wanted to mention it.

I’ll make a seperate post of potential signs that Daryl would make The Kingdom his new home, but despite those signs, these are the reasons why I personally believe The Kingdom would be good for Daryl and offer a new start. The Kingdom is a great place with wonderful people who care for others without wanting anything in return and they have the freedom to come and go as they please without needing to answer to anyone. His uses and abilities would be majorly appreciated.

I’ll add more if there’s anything else but feel free to give your own reasons as to why The Kingdom would be good for Daryl, if you believe that it would be.

anonymous asked:

2D having a massive fight with his S/O? Thank u so much

I wanted this to be angst but I couldn’t just leave it at angst. 

Stuart Pot (2D):

What started off as a simple argument, it turned 360. All you asked 2D was maybe he would start laying off the painkillers. You hated seeing him like that and it broke your heart coming to see him and seeing him high as hell. But 2D took it completely wrong and accused you of trying to change who he was. 

From that small asking, it turned to 2D and you screaming at each other in full force. The two of you had completely forgotten the original argument and were just spewing the worst kind of insults. You had finally gotten to the point where you grabbed a vase and threw it at him, purposely missing of course. 

You had went to the room that he let you stay in sometimes and slammed it shut. That when 2D realized he fucked up. He all realized that you were just looking after him. 2D was going to let you cool off before confronting you about it so he swept up the glass and threw them away. 

He leaned up against the door and started to sing to you. You wiped the tears off your face and opened the door to see him looking at you apologetically. He immediately hugged you and told you he understood where you were coming from and he would try and see if he could finally quit the shitty habit he had. 

anonymous asked:

How would tfp Ratchet react to his gentle charge coming to the base with a split lip and a black eye? She tries to convince him she walked into a door, but he had overheard Jack talk to Arcee about seeing how cruel readers boyfriend is towards her. I really love your blog 💕❤

I’ll fight the boyfriend! I’m small so my aim is low!

-He’s super concern
-He doesn’t believe your story one bit and forces you to sit still while he checks you out
-He patches you up the best he can and asks you to stay close for observation
-He checks on you whenever he can
-When he overheard Arcee and Jack, he pulls them aside away from everyone so no one else overhears and asks for details
-He gets more angered by the second, how dare he hurt you!
-He secretly stalks the boyfriend for a bit while caring for you
-He learns the boyfriend’s schedule and makes a plan
-He makes a new holomatter form no one has ever seen and can’t traced back to him and deals with the boyfriend
-He’s secretly pleased with himself when he overhears that the boyfriend is not the same as he once before and is not as abusive towards you
-He’s even more pleased if you say you realized your worth and are no longer with that jerk

Guns and Roses - Carl Gallagher Imagine

Originally posted by ianmickgallagher

Word Count: 2663

Warnings: Mentions of an abusive relationship and swearing

Your hands shook as you stood in front of the door of the Gallagher house.  You had been here before a plethora of times in the past, but ever since Carl had gone to prison, your friendship just wasn’t the same.  The two of you had drifted ever since he had come back.  You stayed occupied with your same old activities and Carl had fallen into a life of criminal activity.  And that was exactly why you were here.  For the first time since he had been let out of juvie, his current lifestyle could potentially help you.  Pushing your nerves aside, you finally knocked on the door.

Moments later, the door flew open to expose an all-too-familiar face.  “Y/N, hey! Long time no see.  Come on in,” Fiona said warmly, pulling you into an embrace before stepping aside.  “It’s nice to finally see a familiar face coming here for Carl.  I think he’s upstairs in his room.”

“Thanks, Fiona.  It’s nice to see you too,” you commented, forcing a smile for her. Sucking in a deep breath, you slowly began to ascend the staircase.  You were nervous, but you needed to do this.  You needed to do this before it was too late.  Once you reached Carl’s bedroom, you forced yourself to knock, only opening the door once you heard a mumbled ‘come in’ from the other side.

Carl was laying down on his bed, but immediately shot up into a seated position when his eyes set on you. “Y/N, hey, it’s been a while,” he said brightly, a large smile forming across his lips.  It didn’t last long though.  Moments later, he cleared his throat and forced the excitement out of his eyes, maintaining his recent swagger.  “I mean, hey.  What’s up?”

Stepping inside, you quietly closed the door behind you.  “I know we’re not really as close as we were before, but I need to ask for a favor from you.”  You bit down hard on your lower lip, looking down at your feet.

“Yeah, yeah.  Sure.”  Carl swung his legs over the edge of his bed.  “What is it?”

Taking in a deep breath, you finally allowed your eyes to meet his again.  “Word around school is that you were selling guns for a while.  Do you still sell them?”

“Guns?  Yeah, I still sell them,” Carl replied, furrowing his brow in confusion.  It took a few moments, but what you were implying eventually registered in his mind.  His eyes went wide.  “Wait, what? You want me to sell you a gun?”

You nodded your head quickly.  You just wanted this to be over with.  “Yeah, I do.”

That was when Carl broke out into a fit of laughter.  “You?  A gun? What could you possibly need a gun for?”

You could quickly feel the anger bubbling up inside of you.  With all that you had been through, you really didn’t need this right now.  “Do you fucking ask that to any of your other customers?”

Still, Carl would not stop laughing.  “Y/N, I’m not selling you a gun.  There’s no reason you could possibly need a—“

That was when you lost it.  Cutting him off, you balled your hands into tight fists.  “Stop acting like you fucking know me and what I need.  You might’ve known me before, but you don’t anymore.  Just like I don’t know you anymore either,” you snapped, taking a few steps closer to him.  “Just because you wear your hair like that and walk around all different now doesn’t make you tough.  You’re not. Some people actually have real problems. Remember how right before you went to prison I was dating that guy David and I said things were starting to go downhill? Yeah, I broke up with him after the first time he hit me, but that didn’t stop him.  He still manages to corner me and do all of these awful things and all I really wanted was a gun to scare him off—not even to kill him—but I fucking guess not.  You know what?  Fuck you, Carl.”

The laughing stopped.  Carl’s expression fell, all emotion draining from his face.  “W-Wait, what?”

You were too worked up.  Too upset.  Too exhausted.  “Just… Just fucking forget about it.  Knew I wouldn’t be able to count on you.”  You knew you were about to cry.  As your eyes started to well up, you spun around on your heel and stormed out of the room, ignoring Carl as he called out your name and got up from his bed. Wiping your eyes and covering your face as you crossed through the kitchen so Fiona wouldn’t see, you ran out of the house and all the way back home.  

You felt worse than ever.  Now you weren’t only scared, but embarrassed.  Ashamed.  Your day had started off hopeful, but now you felt defeated.  Nothing would change now.

The next few days came as a total shock to you.  Your ex-boyfriend didn’t corner you in the hallways at school.  He didn’t even follow you on your walks back home from school or to work.  He was completely absent.  Still, you were nervous.  This peace couldn’t last forever.

A knock on your front door caused you to jump while you were in the middle of doing your homework.  Your heart began to pound.  This was it.  He was back again.

Standing up on quivering legs, you reached under the couch and grabbed the baseball bat you had hidden there before.  Since Carl had let you down, it was the weapon you’d have to resort to.  Inhaling deeply, you approached the door and forced yourself to pull it open.

“Y/N, hey…”  Not the person you expected.  A confused Carl stood on your doorstep, holding an enormous bouquet of roses.  He looked different.  In fact, he looked like the Carl you had known before.  His hair was flowing freely and he was dressed in his regular attire.

A sigh of relief escaped your lips because it wasn’t your ex-boyfriend, but you still remembered what had occurred with Carl the last time you saw him.  He had made you feel weak and embarrassed.  “Didn’t I tell you to fuck off?  I don’t want your gifts,” you spat, attempting to slam the door closed.

Carl put his foot in the doorway and used his strength to squeeze through the opening until he was inside.  “Y/N, I need to talk to you,” he began, leaning his back against the closed door and looking at you with sad eyes.  “I’m sorry for laughing at you.  I probably made you feel really shitty and that’s not okay.  I realize that now.  I had no idea what you were going through and I shouldn’t have been so quick to judge.  I’m really sorry and I hope I’ve been able to make it up to you.”  He held the flowers out to you.

Taking a few steps back, you placed the baseball bat down on the table where you had been doing your homework.  “You really think some flowers are going to make that up to me? Because, trust me, it’s not.  I needed a gun, not fucking roses.”

Carl walked past you into your kitchen, going through the cabinets until he was able to find a vase.  After filling it with water, he put the flowers inside, following you into the living room and placing the vase in the middle of the table.  Completely ignoring your comments, he asked, “Has he come around the past few days?”

Crossing your arms over your chest, you plopped back down on the couch.  “No, he hasn’t.  But no worries, he’ll be back soon enough.”

Overlooking your hostility, Carl took a seat beside you on the couch.  “No, he won’t.”

You were getting more and more annoyed each second that passed. Who was he to guess the next time your ex-boyfriend would decide to pay you a visit?  “Yeah, he will.  He always does.  Carl, you don’t even fucking know him.”

Carl reached out his hand and rested it on top of yours, which you hadn’t even realized was still shaking from the time you heard the knock on the door.  “Relax,” he murmured softly, beginning to massage your hand with his thumb.  “He’s not coming back.  I promise.  I took care of it.  Of him.” When your eyes widened, he shook his head.  “No, I didn’t kill him, Y/N.  Just made sure he’d be too scared to even look in your direction again.  It’s gonna be okay.  You’re safe now.”

You couldn’t believe what he was saying.  Why would he do this?  Pulling your hand away from his, you inched back a bit.  “Carl, he could’ve hurt you,” you said, pulling your knees up to your chest.  “You could’ve just let me take care of it.”

“No, Y/N.  I couldn’t have.”  He grabbed your hand yet again and began to play with your fingers.  “After you ran out on me, I really thought about what you said.  Even if you had just told me why you needed a gun right away, I still wouldn’t have given it to you.  If he hurt you when you were unarmed, I don’t even want to think about what he would’ve done to you if he had found out you had a gun on you.  He could’ve killed you.”  His concerned eyes found yours again.  “I could never put you in that danger.  Even though I haven’t shown it recently, I care about you far too much.”

He really meant it.  You were really safe.  For the first time in months, a weight had been lifted off of your shoulders. Without a single word, you leaned forward and wrapped your arms around his body tightly, burying your face into his chest.  You couldn’t control your emotions.  Tears began to stream from your eyes.  “I’m sorry,” you mumbled into his chest.

“Hey, hey.  You don’t have to apologize for anything.  I deserved to be yelled at.  Don’t say sorry, just say thank you,” he said with a chuckle, pulling back to look at you.  The smile immediately fell from his face.  “Please… Don’t cry.”  His hand comfortingly squeezed your arm.

Unfortunately, his hand gripped where one of your bruises happened to be, causing you to flinch.  You grabbed his hand off of your arm and laced your fingers with his instead. “Sorry… There’s… Yeah.”

He knew exactly what you meant.  The frown wouldn’t leave his lips.  “I just… I just don’t understand.  I don’t understand how somebody can do that to another person. To you.”  He shook his head, his eyes scanning your clothing-covered body. “Should’ve killed him when I had the chance.”

“You did enough.  Wouldn’t want you to end up back in prison.” You forced a half smile.

Still, Carl’s eyes continued to scan you up and down.  “I want to see.”


Playing with your fingers, Carl’s eyes met yours again. “I want to see what he did to you. I just… I just need to know what he did.”

A lump formed in your throat.  “It’s ugly… I don’t let anyone see,” you whispered, looking down at your lap.  “But… I guess you deserve to after all of this.”  Inhaling deeply, you hesitantly gripped the fabric of your hoodie, slowly pulling it over your head.  Following this, you stood up and pulled down your sweats, stepping out of them.  You and Carl had been friends for a long time, so he had seen you in just a bra and underwear on numerous occasions, but you had never felt so exposed.

Carl sat on the edge of the couch, his eyes slowly scanning you up and down, taking it all in.  In the dim light, it almost appeared as though his eyes began to tear up a bit. “Wow…” he breathed, shaking his head. “I just… How…”  He was at a loss for words.

Shaking your head, you wrapped your arms around your stomach, trying to hide at least part of your body.  “I know,” you muttered, taking a step back.  “It’s… ugly.  It makes me feel ugly.”

“Don’t ever say that.”  Carl got up from the couch, kneeling down in front of you.  His fingers ghosted over one of the bruises on your thighs.  “The things he did to you were ugly.  But you could never be ugly.”  He pressed his lips to the mark on your thigh, causing you to shiver.  “You’re beautiful.  So beautiful.  Always have been, always will be.”

Closing your eyes, you allowed him to press his lips against each of the marks on your body.  He slowly made his way up to your stomach, and then your chest and collarbones. With each kiss, you were able to calm down a bit more.  Each time, his lips barely touched your skin, as though he was afraid he’d hurt you. Finally, he made his way to the top and stood up completely, staring down at your face.  You had never seen Carl act so passionately in his life, and it was making your heart pound.

You allowed your eyes to open, looking up to meet his gaze. His eyes wouldn’t leave yours. His blue orbs were glowing with nothing but adoration, causing you to blush and look down at your feet.  Your stomach was in knots.  How could he have possibly seen you in this state and be looking at you so admiringly?

“No, look at me,” he urged quietly, lifting your chin with his index finger.  Once your eyes were on his, he rested his forehead against yours and inhaled sharply. “This might kind of ruin the moment but I feel like you deserve to be asked for permission for once.  Can I kiss you?”  Blushing slightly, he bit on his lip.  “I mean, like, yeah I was just kissing your bruises before but I mean actually—“

Cutting off his rambling, you leaned up and pressed your lips against his.  His lips at first responded slowly and gently, but once you deepened the kiss, he added a bit more force as well.  Not breaking the kiss, he took a few steps back and sat down on the couch, pulling you into his lap.  His lips only pulled back when he gently placed you onto the couch, moving on top of you without putting any of his weight on you.

“Tell me when to stop,” Carl whispered breathlessly, kissing down your jaw until he reached your neck.  A gasp escaped your lips as he started to suck on the skin, your eyes closing as he continued to work on it.  “You know, not all of the marks on your body have to be made out of hate.” He pulled back, admiring what could only be a hickey.

For once, a small smile tugged at the corners of your lips. You didn’t feel ugly.  You felt wanted.  Reaching down, you started to pull his shirt up.

His hand stopped yours, giving it a squeeze.  “Don’t feel like you have to.  Don’t feel like you owe me anything.”

You shook your head at him, moving his hand away and pulling his shirt over his head.  “I don’t feel like I have to.  I want to.” Giving him a reassuring smile, you reached down to unbutton his jeans.

From his body language, it was clear that he wanted to as well.  “Okay, just promise me you’ll let me know at any time if you want to stop or if I’m hurting you.  Please.” Gently, he helped you remove the rest of the clothes off of the both of you.

“I promise.”

And that was that.  In that night, you crossed over many boundaries.  You crossed the boundary from worthless to worthy.  From abandoned to wanted.  From hurt to healing.  From degraded to loved.  And with Carl, you crossed the boundary from friends to something much more.  And that something was all you had needed.


Thank you to those of you who have liked/reblogged/commented on my other imagines so far.  Means a lot.  It’s 2am and I’m about to pass out but I should be posting again in the next few days.  Hope you enjoy. xx

cuddle time

“Juggie, come cuddle with me.” You say longingly from the bed. Jughead smiles at you from across the room and shuffles over to the bed, throwing himself on the bed. You laugh and begin to tickle him.

“Oh no you don’t!” He half yells. “I hate being tickled. Let’s see how you like it!” He flips you over and begins tickling you. You kick your feet and try and squirm away but his big hands are inescapable. “Okay, okay!” You say breathlessly between laughs.

“Had enough?” Jughead smiles, a bit out of breath himself. You nod and cuddle closer to him, planting a kiss on his sweet lips, grinning, you whisper, “I surrender.” “Good.” He laughs, before adding “Now come here and cuddle with me.” You scooch closer to him and turn so he’s spooning you. Sighing in happiness you close your eyes and enjoy the enclosure of Jughead’s arms.

After a few minutes you get bored of relaxing and the silence, so you wriggle your bum a little. Jughead takes a deep breath and says abruptly, “Don’t do that.” You grin and curiously ask why. “You know why,” Jughead says playfully back. “No, I don’t.” You say back innocently, wriggling your bum again. “Stop! You’re gonna make me hard.” Jughead shoots back, slapping your bum playfully. “Hmm. Maybe I want to.” You say, turning around so you’re facing him. His blue orbs staring into yours. You scooted closer to him and pressed your hips against his, his manhood pressing against you. “Oh yeah?” He mutters, raising an eyebrow. You smile sheepishly and reply, “Yeah.” You take your hand and stroke Jughead through his gray sweatpants. 

Kissing him, you roll on top of him and begin grinding your hips against Jughead’s. His penis becoming rock hard at every touch. You breathe Jughead’s name and he smiles.

“I like when you say my name.” he says. You grin, “I like it when you talk dirty to me.” Gripping your body Jughead purred back, “Oh yeah? Well I’m gonna fuck your sweet little pussy raw.” You groan deeply, “Oh god.” Jughead pushes you back on the bed and whispers, “You like that, don’t you?” His lips moving away from your neck and continuing down your body. “You like it when I talk about my cock inside you, huh?” You nod and breathe heavily as Jughead leaves wet trails down your chest. Removing your shirt and bra, his lips pluck and nibble at your nipples, his hands beginning to unbuckle your jeans. He kisses down your stomach, tracing his tongue along your curves, “I wanna taste you, Betty.” He groans, his mouth at your waist line.

Ripping your panties away with his teeth, Jughead pushes your legs apart and thrusts his face into your private abdomen, his nose brushing against your clit. “You taste so good, baby.” His words sending vibrations through your body as they tingle against you. You moan and say loudly, “You feel so good.” You’re unable to control yourself while his tongue plays figure 8′s inside of you.

As he pushes your flaps open with his two thumbs and sucks down on your clit, you moan. “Just fuck me already, Jug.” Lifting his head from in between your legs, he grins. “You want me to fuck you hard, Betty?” You whine. “Yes.” But Jughead just grins and says maliciously, “Oh no, you won’t get that so easily. You have to earn it.”

You understand what he’s hinting and immediately roll over on top of him. Releasing his penis from his jeans, you roll it around in your hand. As it grows inside your palm, you pump furiously against his shaft. He throws his head back and groans in appreciation. You grin at how your touch drives him so crazy and mumble teasingly, “Do you want it now?” Jughead’s legs begin to shake in pleasure and his eyes meet yours with his and the fierceness in his blue orbs tells you all you need to know. “More.” Jughead moans, “Stop teasing!” 

You grin and swiftly enter Jughead’s entire length into you. A moan escapes your lips as your walls enclose around Jughead’s shaft. Jughead’s hands fly to your hips as you begin to bounce up and down on his cock, forcing his manhood deeper inside you. “Oh god, I love you.” He groans, your ass claps against his skin. He watches your boobs bounce as he continues to thrust in and out. You bite down on your lips to suppress any louder noises. His hands leave your hips and grab onto your breasts, pinching down on your nipples as he groans. “You’re so beautiful.”

Pushing you off him, Jughead climbs over you, his weight shifting on top of you as he re-enters you. His penis gaining access quickly because your pussy is dripping wet. Ramming into you fast, he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it as his manhood spears into you. As the perspiration trickles down your forehead Jughead moans close to your ear, “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” You groan in response. Finally a wave of sensation spreads through you, and you moan your loudest. Breathing heavily Jughead collapses on top of you. As his heart beats fast against your sticky naked body, you sigh. “Best sex ever.” Jughead lifts his head and grins, “Best cuddle ever.”

anonymous asked:

Kyouko...*leaves her and Jin to talk*



I’m sorry.

Huh? Why?

I didn’t realize. It was all in front of me. I was with her for a whole year…And yet…I didn’t realize that she was the culprit.

And because of this…If I had been more careful then you wouldn’t have let her inside the school when you make us take shelter in it. You wouldn’t have died, none of my friends would have died. I’m supposed to be the SHSL Detective and yet…She totally won. I didn’t even see it coming..!

Kyouko…No ! That wasn’t your fault ! It was mine, mine and the other teacher’s. I was the one who didn’t pay enough attention to all my students. You do not need to blame yourself !

And then I lost my memories. I forgot everything about you. I started blaming you again for everything, when you were already dead because of me. How can I…Expect you to forgive me?

That’s enough !


Listen Kyouko, I don’t forgive you. But because there is nothing to forgive. You aren’t the one at fault. You did everything you could. And I saw what happened after my death, without you…All the others kids would be dead. So you shouldn’t doubt yourself so much.

And I also don’t blame you for hating me again. I abandoned you, Kyouko. Even if I had my reasons I know that I hurt you deeply and I’m so sorry for this. But I love you Kyouko, never doubt that. I love you with all my heart, and that won’t stop because I died. This love will be with you forever. So please, don’t blame yourself like that for something you aren’t responsible of.


….Can I hug you?

*slowly nods*

*hugs her* It’s okay Kyouko, you are not alone. None of this was your fault and I don’t blame you for it. Nor do the others. They all know how much you did for them.

….Thank you…Dad. *hugs him*


Hmm…You’re welcome.

anonymous asked:

I really like the husband Tamaki headcannons a lot. Please do husband headcannon for both Aizawa shouta and Yamada hizashi

Aizawa Shouta

  • Aizawa is a protective, kind husband who always has your best interest in mind, and he couldn’t possibly dream of living without you. You’d been in his life so long at this point not having you around him would just feel wrong. 
  • He finds it interesting to come home to someone at night, a feeling he hadn’t quite had before settling over him. He likes coming home to finding dinner made when he’s had a long, tiring day, or when you greet him at the door with an embrace. 
  • He confides in you about everything, including his worries. You get to see a side of him that no one else sees, the terror he feels at his students being hunted down, the worry for the future with All Might being gone, all of it, good and bad. 

Yamada Hizashi

  • A hyperactive, and incredibly affectionate husband who can never get enough of you. There is no doubt in anyone’s mind when they see you together about whether Hizashi is head over heels in love with you. 
  • He likes to keep the romance alive and take you on a date at least once a week. Sometimes they’re cut a little short or they’re impromptu, because of his profession and potentially your own, but they’re always full of fun and quality time. 
  • Every night before he falls asleep he tells you he loves you, and he does the same thing before he heads to work each morning. He knows that anything could happen to him and if it’s the last time he ever sees you, he wants you to know that he loved you until the very end. 
~Growing Pains~

How do a cat and dog hybrid get along? Very carefully.


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The sun was already going to bed and the moon was beginning to rise for her job.  You got out of your afternoon class later than normal, your professor was one of those who was very passionate about their subject so you were kept almost 15 minutes past the cut off time.  You had just finished making a few purchases from the grocery store that was right next to the campus and with your bags in hand you start the relatively short walk to your apartment.  

Rotisserie chicken acquired, you head down the sidewalk, but as you are passing by a small alleyway you see movement coming from somewhere inside, causing you to freeze in place. You turn towards the general direction of the shadow, but don’t want to move any closer, not with your imagination running wild inside your head.

Cautiously taking a step into the darkness, you slowly take a peak and then there’s a loud crash.  

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Bad Intentions Teaser

Originally posted by toosweetme

Deception on my lips and there’s blood on your hands 

“A pretty little thing like ya deserves th’ world. Ye don’ have ta make a decision right now. Jus’ come see what ’m talkin’ about and then make up ye mind.”

But after everything I still believe in true love

“I had no other choice Finn! Was I supposed to turn my back on people that you made like family to me? To be alone again? Would you have spoken to me then? ”

His bark of laughter was condescending and for a moment, just a moment, I thought it was the man I fell in love with in front of me.

“Family? Do ye fuck the new head of the family to welcome them? Did ya call AJ daddy? How long did it take for ya to hop inta Omega’s bed? Or maybe Cole’s more yer taste, ya do like them pret-”

The crack of the slap echoed through the hallway, Finn’s head snapping to the side from the force of my palm striking his cheek.

I’ve got some damn bad intentions
I got some secrets I forgot to mention
Haven’t learned my lesson oh oh oh oh oh