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Y O U  C R Y I N G  A N D  U S I N G  T H E  S A F E  W O R D  W H E N  T H E Y  P U N I S H  Y O U

(this was very hard to gif, so please excuse the lack of them.)

L U H A N

Luhan is more aware of your typical habits and reactions than most, but due to his usual cheeky nature and bedroom persona, he had mistaken your tears as tears of endurance. In spite of thinking that the tears were not a very big deal, he instantly comes to a harsh realization when hearing you use the safe word. He will do his best to handle this in a mature fashion, since it is serious. He hadn’t intended to push you past your limits, but that’s what had happened.

Aftercare would ensue immediately. He’ll pull you pull you to his chest and rest his chin on the top of your head. He will be most gentle and loving with you in these moments, since you need it so much right now. You need to be cleaned up before bed, but he wants to express his apologies first.

“Forgive me, (Y/N)? I had no idea I was pushing you so hard, baobei…”

Y I F A N

Yifan will stop touching you instantly in this scenario, like your skin is fire. He is very caring and a bit awkward and unaware at times, so he’ll panic briefly. He is very clumsy on his feet, which I feel might transfer over into his social skills a little.

Very regretful of his actions, he will apologize immediately following the previous action. The last thing he wanted was to hurt you. Even this cool guy has something that can get to him so easily—you. He will be a little hesitant about touching you again, but he will, if you seem to need any physical comforting.

“Did I hurt you? Shit, baby, I’m so fucking sorry. I thought you would like that.”

Z I T A O

When hearing your unpleasant cries, along with the safeword, Zitao will only be shocked for a moment. Everyone portrays him as a very whiny type of person who makes everything about himself, but I think he would be very mature in this situation. A bit unsure of what to do at first, but mature at the same time. First, he will easily back off of you.

Second, he will make a verbal note that you dislike this punishment or that it is far too much for you to handle. He will suggest a shower together. Maybe after, he will play up his diva attitude in a mock type of style to boost your spirits if possible. Maybe you’d rather wash up on your own; that’s fine. He will be waiting with open arms afterwards regardless. This says something, as he usually prefers to be the little spoon.

“I know not to do that again now… Let’s get cleaned up together. You deserve a rest after my fuck up.”

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I will always be here for Bowie and Bonnie but that’s a bias. (I do very much love Farris’ design and I’m loving every bit of Lenore and her family that you give us, too, but loyalties lie where loyalties lie)

double shout-out to the nerds who remember these two, ‘cause you guys have known me for eight years

e i g h t

(trust me my mind’s pretty much completely taken over by lenore’s story at this point, with dnd poking in on occasion, lmao)

R E A D Y F O R I T: is a more of a warning than a question. a sign of things to come. a simple warning shot before the gunfight. to let you know that something is about to happen. telling you to prepare yourself. it’s just the beginning in the over all story. 

E N D G A M E: is for the lovers who, despite the odds, believe they can make it through this crazy game called life. it’s wanting to break your reputation of bad endings and make this be the one that lasts forever. it’s adrenaline rushes and planning your whole life out with someone. 

I D I D S O M E T H I N G B A D: is for all the witches they were unsuccessful at burning. it’s lit fireworks crackling in your rib-cage and fiddling with the laces of your warn out combat boots and already ripped fishnets and applying perfectly winged eyeliner without trying and bright red lipstick to match the blood of your enemies.

D O N T B L A M E M E: is for the passionate, reckless, fearless lovers. the ones who fall in love without hesitation and without permission. they dive in head first without looking back. they don’t care if it makes them seem crazy because they would rather be crazily, passionately in love than live an indifferent and emotionless life. it’s for when you find that one person you would risk everything for. 

D E L I C A T E: is for the doubt that takes residence in your head and in your heart when you finally get the courage to dust yourself off and fall for someone new after you got your heart broken. it’s terrifying and temporary and fragile and beautiful because it’s fleeting. it can never last forever, or so you have been led to believe. it’s for the cautious dreamers. the damaged lovers who have been left for dead too many times to count. 

L O O K W H A T Y O U M A D E M E D O: is for the defeating moment when you finally take the blame just to ease the heat. it’s for when every one thinks that they finally buried you but like a phoenix, you rise from the ashes reborn. it’s taking a lighter and burning every thing to the ground. it’s finding out just how good revenge can feel. 

S O I T G O E S: is nights at bars and restaurants and films and parties and weekends that you know can’t possibly last forever. it’s silk dresses and high heels and smudged lipstick and scratches on your lovers back. it’s cashmere jumpers and messy hair and dark circles beneath your eyes because lately life has been so freeing, sleeping seems like a waste of time. 

G O R G E O U S: is for the endless summer nights and repeatedly making eye contact with the stranger across the bar. it’s starry eyes, rosy cheeks, and quiet seduction. it’s drinks in blues and pinks and tiny cocktail umbrellas and having so many you quit counting. it’s finding someone so physically flawless you can’t help but hate them, simply because you can’t have them. 

G E T A W A Y C A R: is for all of the lovers on the run from all of their past mistakes and rebounds. it’s for when they find someone with similar baggage and decide to find distraction in each other. it’s for seeking a fresh new start. it’s secretly kissing in diner booths, holding hands under the table, and kissing each other with recklessness on your lips. it’s knowing that this is temporary, but that’s what you love about it.

K I N G O F M Y H E A R T: for the boys and girls who make a key to their heart and give it to each other. it’s the truth and vulnerability one must have to be able to do that. it’s for the five am rooftop conversations. it’s getting dressed up just to dance with each other around the living room. 

D A N C I N G W I T H O U R H A N D S T I E D: it’s nights spent dancing with each other around the house. it’s lips that taste like safety, and that’s something you haven’t had in so long you’ve forgotten what it taste like. It’s the drop of your stomach just before you jump. This is for the desperate but hopeful lovers. 

D R E S S: is his drink in your hair, on your lips, in your hands. it’s crumpled bed sheets. it’s when the sun rises in the morning and your eyes meet the same sleeping lover beside you. it’s lace bra-lets and knee-high boots. 

W H Y W E C A N T H A V E N I C E T H I N G S: is for when the hurt and betrayed turn into the unforgiving and unafraid. it’s when your mouth is filled with unforgiving teeth. it’s reaching a point of anger, you can’t help but burst into laughter. you can’t help but joke about the whole thing. it’s shards of broken glass and anger to the point of apathy. 

C A L L I T W H A T Y O U W A N T: is for the lovers who find comfort and validation in one another. they don’t have anything to prove. it’s hand written lovers and blankets under covers. grinning from ear to ear alone in your room. the promise of something bigger than this. a taste of forever. it’s cups of tea in the morning and wine at night. it’s the kind of love that could inspire classic romance novels. 

N E W Y E A R S D A Y: is for when every one else has gone home and you are the only two remaining. when the party is over, but the best part of the night has yet to come. it’s time standing still when it’s just you two. it’s air kissed curls and deep two in the morning conversations on kitchen counters. it’s wanting to stay forevermore. 

an awesome thing people keep forgetting

JEREMY IS FUCKING CANONLY JEWISH GIVE ME THE JEWREMY CONTENT YOU COWARDS

  • JEREMY INVITES MICHAEL TO PASSOVER SEDERS AT HIS HOUSE BECAUSE NOW THAT HIS DAD IS LIKE, BEING A DAD AGAIN, HE’S STARTED DOING HOLIDAYS AGAIN
  • IT’S A FUCKING MESS BUT THEY HAVE FUN
  • JEREMY, BEING THE ONLY CHILD, HAS TO RECITE THE FOUR QUESTIONS
  • HE TRIES TO RECITE THEM IN HEBREW AND IT’S LITERALLY THE FUNNIEST SHIT EVER BECAUSE HE ALMOST CHOKES ON HIS OWN SPIT TRYING TO DO THE “CH” SOUNDS 
  • MICHAEL BUYS JEREMY A STAR OF DAVID NECKLACE
  • MICHAEL BUYS JEREMY A STAR OF DAVID NECKLACE
  • M I C H A E L   B U Y S   J E R E M Y  A   S T A R   O F   D A V I D   N E C K L A C E 
  • JEREMY WEARS IT EVERY DAY
  • JEREMY TEACHES THE SQUIP SQUAD HOW TO MAKE LATKES
  • RICH, AGAIN, ALMOST BURNS DOWN THE HOUSE
  • HE IS NEVER ALLOWED NEAR A STOVE AGAIN
  • “wait, jeremy, you’re telling me i get to crush a glass at our wedding!? do you realize how BADASS that sounds?” “MICHAEL PLEASE- wait, wedding?????
What I’ve learned is that you cannot escape your grief. You can try to drown it in distractions, kill it with your vices, or pretend like it isn’t even there, sooner or later, it will spring back out of its secret hiding place and demand you stand and face it.
—  Beau TaplinT h e  M o n s t e r  O f  G r i e f