i feel like a crazy person for making this

I think my dream aesthetic is just to be slightly inhuman looking. Like no crazy mods or anything. Ill even have natural hair. But i just want to be off putting. I want people to look at me and feel that something is off. Something isnt right. There is ~something~ going on with me and it makes them nervous or unsettled. Like having skin a little too shiny or canines a little too long, ears a little too pointy. I want to be someone who if you saw in the woods at night, you would question your own sanity.

anonymous asked:

can you like briefly describe some signs of emotional abuse... like i've read a lot of articles on it but i feel like they are spittng bs at me if that makes sense?? idk

that makes sense, i know the feeling.

the thing about emotional abuse is that it doesn’t take just one form, it can range from complete and repeated neglect of another person’s feelings to straight up manipulation and verbal lambasting. that’s the most insidious thing about it, it’s very hard to pinpoint. because it’s so wide-ranging, it’s hard to accept that you are or have been emotionally abused. in most cases, if you feel like you are being abused by someone, you most likely are. once it gets to the point where you feel like you can use the word ‘abuse’, even if it feels so so heavy, you’re probably there.

i think that if a person is neglecting your feelings, not taking them into account when/if you bring them up, continually doing things that hurt you even when you bring up to them that it hurts you, and making you feel wrong/crazy/irrational when you bring them up, that’s emotional abuse. if the person somehow always seems to make you feel wrong or guilty/they turn it back around on you when you bring up what they’re doing that’s hurting you,that’s manipulation, and that’s emotional abuse. you’ll most likely stop bringing up to them things that hurt you because you know it’s going to be spun back around to make you feel guilty.

if, in your relationship (whether it’s romantic, platonic, or familial), you constantly feel like you are being drained of emotion/energy or being used for constant emotional labor without the person doing anything in return for you, that’s emotional abuse. relationships are about mutual giving and taking. if you are constanty giving and they ate takiny and taking, they’re taking advantage of you, they know they are, and they often don’t feel bad or guilty about it at all. they will continue to take and take from you because they know that they can. that’s emotional abuse.

if you feel like you’re walking on eggshells around this person, if you feel like this person is isolating you from everyone else, if you feel like this person is tearing you down, if you feel like this person is not supporting you the way that you support them, if you feel like this person is completely disregarding your feelings all the time, that’s emotional abuse. and it may come in the form of something like “well, i lied to you/did this because i didn’t want to hurt or upset you, because i knew you’d be upset” which is a way that abusers try to paint themselves as the good guy when they’re hurting you. it makes you, the victim, feel bad and guilty and like you have no right to be upset, even though you absolutely do. they absolve themselves of guilt that way to make themselves feel better, not you, and that’s not fair, and they really don’t care about your feelings.

a common misconception about emotional abuse is that is has to be intentional on the abuser’s part, which isn’t always true. someone can be abusing you without even realizing they’re doing it because they’re so caught up in their own needs that they fail to realize that they’re abusing, taking advantage of, and manipulating you. that doesn’t mean it isn’t abuse; in fact, it shows that they care so little about your feelings that they don’t even realize what they’re doing, and that’s fucked up. (http://thexfiles.tumblr.com/post/157356728735/the-insidious-power-of-abuse-is-that-it-comes-from)

i know you asked for a short response, so i’m sorry that this is so long and scatterbrained. i’m in class and i can’t sit down and formulate a cogent response, but i’m incredibly passionate about this and wanted to respond as soon as i could.

here are some additional links about emotional abuse that i’ve found particularly helpful:
http://thexfiles.tumblr.com/post/157356728735/the-insidious-power-of-abuse-is-that-it-comes-from
http://cannibal-rainbow.tumblr.com/post/137573548343/why-people-get-trapped-by-emotional-abusers-why
http://the-courage-to-heal.tumblr.com/post/104033300849/source
http://internal-acceptance-movement.tumblr.com/post/58161291797
http://thatdiabolicalfeminist.tumblr.com/post/143342352954/some-common-abuse-tactics
https://closet-keys.tumblr.com/post/148173822103/friendlyangryfeminist-abusers-are-really-good
http://cannibal-rainbow.tumblr.com/post/145963754033/hyper-empathys-function-in-abuse-and-trauma

take care. 💛

Drabble List

So I just finished posting the last of the previous volley of drabbles so I decided to come up with a new prompt list. It’s mostly a hodge-podge of stuff from my own brain or inspired by songs or different shows and stuff but there are some from other prompt lists so, if anyone wants me to give credit, drop me a message and I’ll be sure to do so.

  1. “If you had asked me to stay, I would’ve.”
  2. “You’re too good for this world.”
  3. “Could you be happy, here, with me?”
  4. “How long do we have?”
  5. “Do you think we’re bad people?”
  6. “How did we become this?”
  7. “I can hardly stand myself.”
  8. “Go to hell.”
  9. “I know it doesn’t seem like it, but I’m going to take care of you.”
  10. “There was a time before all of this.”
  11. “No one will ever believe us.”
  12. “Don’t come near me or I swear I’ll kill you.”
  13. “My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”
  14. “I used to do a lot of things.”
  15. “It doesn’t matter. You’ve moved on and I have to be okay with that.”
  16. “Do you wish things had happened differently?”
  17. “Don’t you dare look him in the eye.”
  18. “I’ll be here as long as it takes.”
  19. “We were never meant to fight on our own.”
  20. “Something’s clearly wrong.”
  21. “There’s nothing I can do anymore.”
  22. “This is going to hurt.”
  23. “I don’t need to be the hero tonight.”
  24. “Am I ever going to see you again?”
  25. “We always have a choice.”
  26. “You’re holding back.”
  27. “I don’t want to feel like this tomorrow.”
  28. “Is that a threat?”
  29. “If you don’t like this world then change it.”
  30. “Are you kidding me? We’re not fine!”
  31. “You may be an idiot, but you’re my idiot.”
  32. “Keep your eyes on me.”
  33. “You can lie to yourself but don’t lie to me.”
  34. “I wish I couldn’t feel a damn thing.”
  35. “If you make one more stupid pun, I will literally stab you.”
  36. “I wasn’t going to mention it.”
  37. “I tried my best to not feel anything for you. Guess what? I failed.”
  38. “I’m here for you.”
  39. “What are you so happy about?”
  40. “That’s not what I meant and you know it!”
  41. “You’re putting words in my mouth!”
  42. “We have to stick together.”
  43. “We’ll get through this. I promise.”
  44. “Don’t leave me behind.”
  45. “What are you looking at?”
  46. “How did you find me?”
  47. “Who did this to you?”
  48. “I don’t want to be alone right now.”
  49. “I have to tell you something.”
  50. “I need more time.”
  51. “You deserve better than me.”
  52. “This isn’t fair!”
  53. “If you kill them, you’d better kill me too, because otherwise I’m going to kill you.”
  54. “Please don’t shut me out.”
  55. “You are my best friend in the whole world, okay?”
  56. “Don’t you dare die on me!”
  57. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
  58. “You’re out of your damn mind.”
  59. “No one can hurt me like you can.”
  60. “You are my sunshine.”
  61. “This is all my fault.”
  62. “Please, don’t cry.”
  63. “Maybe I can’t fix you but that doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
  64. “You should see this.”
  65. “You make me feel invincible.”
  66. “I’ll keep you safe.”
  67. “Don’t look at me like that.”
  68. “Let’s do something crazy.”
  69. “We are not going to steal someone’s dog.”
  70. “Do you trust me?”
  71. “You don’t get to pick and choose. You’re stuck with me.”
  72. “You know I’m gonna win, right?”
  73. “Don’t underestimate what a person can do to protect those they care about.”
  74. “I didn’t mean what I said.”
  75. “Do you ever follow directions?”

I FUCKING MET CHRISTINE AND ELIJAH AND I GAVE CHRISTINE A BADAZZLED NYC HAT AND ELIJAH A CONDUM WITH DONALD TRUMP ON IT THAT SAYS “I’M HUUUGGEEEE” AND ELIJAH THOUGHT IT WAS SO FUNNY HE PUT IT ON HIS STORY AND I TALKED TO THEM FOR A LITTLE WHILE IM SO FUCKING HAPPY THEY’RE THE GREATEST PEOPLE AND ELIJAH WAS SO KIND I COULD TELL CHRISTINE WASNT REALLY HERSELF AND I THINK SHE WAS JUST TIRED AND SHE HATES NYC SO ITS FINE IM JUST BEYOND THRILLED THAT I GOT TO MEET THEM AND ELIJAH ACTUALLY WANTED TO TALK TO ME WE’RE NOW BEST FRIENDS THEY ARE SUCH BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEINGS WOW

giggledroid  asked:

So I know Sanzu is based off of Stitch and everything, but I am curious about something. How did Stitch inspire you to make Sanzu? (And did you start making an au to fit around him? X3)

OH ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ᵍᵒᶫᶫʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᶰᵉˢˢ 🌀WELL, MY DARLING GIGGLE🌀

⚠️ᵂᴬᴿᴺᴵᴺᴳ ᴬᴺᶜᴵᴱᴺᵀ ᴬᴿᵀ ᴬᴴᴱᴬᴰ⚠️

Sanzu’s personality was more based on multiple characters I like such as Stitch, Spike from the Good Dinosaur, Zuko from AtLA, and this development actually came post his design.

When I first started designing him, @blesstale and I were shooting off random ideas about “OH, WHAT IF THERE WAS A PIRATE AU…” of which encouraged us to draw up multiple concepts surrounding pirate-themed UT guys.


However, I got rambunctious💦 and started coming up with concepts that was too far outside of what would make sense in this alternate UT universe, such as making Asriel alive and well, healed from his 🌼Flowey🌼 form and dicking around the ship as an understudy to CAPTAIN UNDYNE💪 or something.

I understood entirely that making an ✨official AU✨ to a pre-existing story meant there should be restrictions, but I couldn’t help feeling bummed out about it.💧

💥So.

The only reason I made Sanzu was so I could have 🇺🇸total freedom with the design and personality of a crazy character.

This was where I started putting together concepts for pirate Sans,⚓️

Then, he split like a 🍌banana-

-and made the thing I can be reckless with.

✏️ Sanzu’s design is based on 💙Raziel from Soul Reaver.💚

ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ ᑫᵘᵒᵗᵉ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ᶜᵘᵗˢᶜᵉᶰᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᶦˢ ᵍᵃᵐᵉ ᶫᶦᵏᵉ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵖᶦᵗᵗᶦᶰ ᶠᶦʳᵉ

I grew up with this game, and I’m not exaggerating when I say that nearly every time I pick up my pen, I think of this while I draw anything. 🔥✏️🔥

I’m Not His, I’m Yours // A Dylan O’Brien Smut

Prompt: Just prepare your eyes for some very dirty filth.

Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Jealous!Dylan, Dominant!Dylan, Daddy!Dylan, Fingering, Orgasm Denial, Oral (female on male), Spanking, Daddy Kink, and Swearing.

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Word Count: 4,951

Song: Hands To Myself by Selena Gomez

A/N: THIS IS THE RESULT OF ME AND @failingmemequeen GOING ABSOLUTELY INSANE FOR DADDY DYLAN O’BRIEN. SHE CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA AND TOTALLY ENCOURAGED ME TO WRITE IT SO THANK HER FOR BEING THE BEAUTIFUL PERSON THAT SHE IS. I LOVE YOU MADI DADDY AND ABSOLUTELY ENJOYED PUTTING OUR CONJOINED FANTASIES INTO ONE.

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Originally posted by spidermanm

“I’m gonna kill them.” Dylan complained over the phone and I laughed at his impatience.

“No, you’re not, baby.” I chuckled, coaxing him the best I could. “It’s just one more day ‘till the weekend. You can survive this, I know it.”

“I swear to God, if either one of them annoys me one more time-”

“Then, I’ll destroy them myself.” I answered and Dylan let out a deep breath.

“I have to go, but I don’t want to hang up on you.” My boyfriend groaned over the line. “Can we just stay on the phone for the rest of the day?”

“No, Dylan.” I laughed and I could tell the sound alone made him feel a little more at ease. “We have to be responsible here. But, tell you what, when it’s time for your next break we can Skype call. What do you think?”

“I think that you’re the best girlfriend a guy could ask for and I love you very much.” Dylan swooned and I could practically hear the smile in his voice.

“I love you, too.” I responded, smiling as well. “Now go, I don’t want you getting fired.”

“They can’t fire me, it’s the last season!” Dylan laughed wholeheartedly and I laughed along with him.

That’s what our relationship mostly consisted of: smiling, laughing, fun, and heart eyes. Even though Dylan has been beyond stressed lately because of everything that’s happened in the course of the past two years, we never fail to make each other happy. Things have been very intense for him ever since the accident that shall not be mentioned. Shooting The Death Cure had to be pushed back to this year, Dylan had to stay home for six months and try to avoid paparazzi harassment at all times, he needed to physically train for American Assassin and completely go against his doctor’s recommendations, deal with crazy fans that literally sent him death threats when they found out he wouldn’t be in all of season 6B for Teen Wolf, and even manage to audition for future projects to top it all off. Stress has been very imminent in Dylan’s life and I always felt like it was my job to make him feel better.

Which is why, being the amazing girlfriend I am, I wasn’t going to just Skype call him. I was going to personally go over to his work and give him a fun little surprise.

With excitement running through my veins, I jumped up from my position on our bed together and immediately ran to the bathroom for a shower. Dylan’s next break should be in about an hour, considering he doesn’t have a lot of scenes to shoot this year, so I knew I had to get ready quick.

Once I was out of the shower, I put on Dylan’s favorite red lingerie and took a good look in the mirror. The way the strong red color contradicted with my skin tone will definitely drive him crazy and I can already feel myself getting wet at the thought alone. I didn’t even bother putting on any pants because I knew I wouldn’t really need them and, instead, I picked up the t-shirt Dylan used to sleep from our messy med and slipped it on. Bringing the fabric up to my nose, I took a deep breath and glady breathed in his incredible smell. Sure, I see him everyday but I can’t help feeling addictive and always needed more of him.

Putting on makeup right now just to see Dylan would be useless considering he was going to smudge it up anyway. Therefore, with a smile om my face and exhilaration running through my veins, I put on my black stillettos and grabbed my car keys to head for the Teen Wolf lot. It didn’t take too long to get there and, in a matter of fifteen minutes, I was already greeting Phil the security guard as he let me pass the barrier and enter the studio.

The first thing I did was park my car in an area Dylan would never spot and, then, gladly entered his trailer. Since Dylan hasn’t been in the greatest mood lately, I knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to stick around on set in between scenes like he usually does. From what he told me on the phone, Cody and Sprayberry have been driving him crazy all week and he’s definitely going to want as much distance as possible. Which is where I come in and make him feel all kinds of good before returning to work for the rest of the day.

Having patiently waited for Dylan, laid on his pull-out bed, I immediately jumped up and fixed myself to look sexier the moment the door to his trailer flew open. The look of surprise and immediate lust in Dylan’s eyes when he entered, instantly, made desire crash down on my body. I already knew that I would be putty in his hands in a matter of seconds. Without even saying anything, Dylan just slowly closed the door behind him and took off his sneakers as he licked his lips in anticipation.

“Do you have any idea how good you look just wearing my shirt on?” Dylan questioned, his eyebrows raised in intrigue.

“Do you have any idea how much better I’ll look once you take it off?” I teased, smirking up at him.

My words definitely sparked something in him because Dylan instantly jumped on me, the intense sexual tension in the air an incredible influence on him. I giggled at his excitement and his lips were quickly on mine as my fingers instinctively ran through his hair. I smiled when Dylan’s tongue slid across my bottom lip, already asking for an entrance, and I didn’t think twice before opening my mouth for him. He allowed me to call the shots and would moan everytime I played with his tongue skillfully.

When we both needed to breathe again, Dylan detached his lips from mine and gently caressed my cheeks with his soft hands. His eyes gazed into mine with such emotion and care that a blush immediately made its way on my skin. Dylan never failed to make me feel special and I adored how intimate our relationship was. I always thought that intimacy was about allowing someone to touch you, but it’s so much more. Intimacy is someone who touches you beyond just the physical contact because they find a way to your soul. Intimacy is who you text at four in the morning to share your biggest fears and dreams. Intimacy is the person always in the back of your mind, no matter how distracted you are.

“I love you.” Dylan whispered before pulling off his shirt I was wearing and placing a gentle kiss on my mouth.

The moment he realized I had put on his favorite lingerie set, Dylan couldn’t hold back the immediate moan that fell from his pink lips. His eyes raked my entire body and I felt his cock slightly twitch against my thigh, through his red crimson pants he wore for Stiles’ character. Standing up from the the pull-out bed, Dylan began unbuckling his belt.

Suddenly, the door to his trailer immediately flew open and the both of us froze in absolute shock. I didn’t even have the thought in me to cover myself up with something, anything, before the intruders invaded Dylan’s safe space.

“Hey, Dyl, are you trying to hide from us?” Sprayberry immediately hollered when he and Cody were inside, both instantly stopping in their tracks once they noticed their co-worker wasn’t alone. “Oh, my God!”

“What the hell are you guys doing here?!” Dylan shouted angrily, the veins on his neck bulging against his skin.

Well, looks like someone’s stress is officially back.

“W-We, uh, W-We,” Sprayberry stuttered trying to answer, but was too astonished to form an actual sentence.

Much like Dylan did just moments ago, Cody’s eyes raked my entire body and, by the way he was biting down on his bottom lip, he definitely seemed to like what he saw. Before I could even do anything, Dylan jumped back on the bed and instinctively covered my body with his. Embarrassment and uncomfort took over my emotions as my boyfriend protected me, shielding my body from unwelcome eyes.

“Get! Out!” Dylan yelled, his Alpha male side appearing now that someone glanced at his female without his permission. “NOW!”

Sprayberry was the first to immediately sprint into action, forcefully pulling Cody out the door with him and literally having to tear his gaze off of my body. I let out a nervous breath I didn’t even know I was holding in the second the door sounded shut and the two actors were finally out of the trailer.

“Damn, it’s a good thing I wasn’t naked yet, right?” I chuckled nervously, trying to make the best out of this situation. However, it was no use. Dylan was furious and no longer in the light-hearted mood like before.

“He was totally eye-fucking you and that’s what concerns you the most?” Dylan scolded and even though he was angry, my entire body filled with desire.

Dylan’s usually very sweet, but every now and then he goes completely dominant and it’s the sexiest fucking thing ever. The way he pulls my hair as he forcefully pounds into me or roughly spanks me just because I went against one of his many commands always had me on the edge.

“You’re right.” I smiled innocently, looking up at him as he noticed the tension change in the room. “I’m sorry, Daddy.”

The flicker in his eyes immediately went from rage to complete and utter lust the second I let the kinky title he loves so damn much come out of my mouth. The warm and golden-brown color once in his eyes was replaced with a dark black, his pupils now dilated to the maximum. Dylan’s bulge pressed against his pants and  I couldn’t take my eyes off of it, knowing exactly what stood beneath the fabric. Although he wasn’t the only one turned on beyond comprehension as arousal pooled uncomfortably in my panties and I desperately wanted them off of me.

Reaching my hand down to my panties to get rid of it, Dylan’s hand suddenly gripped my wrist and stopped me from moving any further.

“Did I say you could do anything yet?” Dylan questioned.

I gulped and slowly shook my head, his eyes focusing on my lip when I bit down on it. He let go of me without another word, but it didn’t even feel like he did because of his addictive touch still lingering on my skin. Dylan stood up and walked over to the door, locking it as he licked his lips with his eyes trailing over my body.

“Take off your bra.” He commanded, walking back over but not sitting down.

“What?” I asked as I watched him take off his shirt, the sight of his impressive form stunning me.

“Ah, ah, ah, babygirl. You know the rules.” Dylan tsked, shaking his head as he unbuckled his belt like before and opened his pants. “Only speak when I give you the permission to.”

Heat rushed throughout my entire body until it landed with full force in my core. Dylan and I had this little game whenever he was dominant and it was one of my favorite fucking things. The game was simple, but absolutely drove me crazy: Dylan would give me three chances and if I strike out every single one of them, he had no other choice than to punish me.

“Strike one.” Dylan stated, a smirk playing on my lips with what he said next. “And I know you just heard what I demanded.”

At the same time that I reached behind my own back to unclasp my bra, Dylan dropped his pants. His erection pressed hard against his boxers, the gray fabric slightly wet from his arousal. When both of us finished taking off our pieces of clothing, Dylan’s eyes were already glued onto my now exposed perky breasts.

“Now your panties.”

My boyfriend and I pulled both of our underwear off our bodies, watching the other intently. As soon as we were free of clothing and completely exposed to each other, Dylan grabbed himself in his hand and stroked his shaft slowly. The sight of Dylan pumping himself as his eyes gazed on my body turned me on in ways that I can’t even explain.

“Touch yourself, babygirl.” He commanded, my mind melting at his husky voice.

Following his orders, I sat up straight on the bed and spread apart by legs for him to have a full view which made him moan in response. I brought my hand down to my already soaking core and gently slid my finger through my folds, separating them. Slowly rubbing small circles against my clitoris, I couldn’t help but let out a moan. I watched as Dylan used his thumb to caress his tip and I desperately wanted it in my mouth, but I knew that I had to follow his order or else I’d be punished. However, being punished by him does sound very inviting.

Using my other hand to pinch my nipples and tease not only myself but also Dylan, I noticed his grip tighten around his member. Dylan let out an unsatisfied groan when I took my hand away from my breast, but then immediately moaned when I used it to push a finger inside my heat. My back instantly arched and I let out a whimper at the feeling, provoking him to pick up his pace around himself.

“You look so beautiful pleasuring yourself, princess.” Dylan grunted as I moved faster along with him.

Of course I knew how to work myself and make my body feel good, but there’s no denying that Dylan is so much better at it. The way his long and skillfull fingers knowingly curl up inside of me in such a perfect way that not even I knew how to do or the way his sinful tongue flicks expertly against my nub has me wishing that he would just jump on top of me already. But, if there’s one thing Dylan O'Brien certainly loves being is a fucking tease.

“Fuck, baby. Even though this feels good, nothing compares to your beautiful lips and warm mouth wrapped around my cock.” He moaned as my body craved for his touch. “Stop what your doing and come kneel in front of me.”

An exciting idea roared to life in me when I decided to ignore Dylan’s command and willingly get my next strike. I tuned out whatever he had to say and focused on the incredible feeling of my finger pumping inside of me purely to spite him. Which definitely worked because in a matter of seconds I could hear Dylan growling and approaching me. I, suddenly, felt his hands rip mine away from my body and forcefully pull me into him, our naked bodies against each other as we stood.

“Strike two.” He warned through gritted teeth, his jaw clenching and looking sexy as ever.

Before I even knew it, Dylan pushed me down to kneel in front of him and harshly grabbed onto my hair with his hands. Bringing my own hands up, I held onto his thigh with one hand and wrapped around his base with the other. I smirked at Dylan as I licked my lips and gawked at the delicious sight in front of me. I gladly took Dylan’s tip inside of my mouth and he immediately moaned when I did. The first thing my tongue came into contact with was his precum and I can’t deny that I love the salty taste. As I gently sucked his head, my hand began to slowly pump his dick.

One of the many things I love about Dylan is that he’s very responsive and isn’t ashamed in letting me know exactly what he liked. Which is why I already knew that one of his favorite things I do when I give him a blowjob is lick his prominent vein on the underside of his cock at the same time that I very lightly and very carefully graze my teeth against his topside. Dylan let out a throaty groan the second I did exactly that and it seemed to light a fire in him because he immediately took control.

My boyfriend pushed himself fully into my mouth until he was hitting the back of my throat and I was gagging around him, only for him to pull away and do the exact same thing again. Dylan was happily fucking my mouth and, to be honest, I didn’t even mind it. The lust was so far deep in my blood that all I could focus on was how sexy he looked as he practically used me as a fuck toy and how damn good he tasted.

I hollowed my mouth around him to create a much tighter environment for him and the filthy sounds of his shameless moans erupting from his chest made my core ache more than it already had. Due to the fast pace and my wet mouth, it didn’t take long for Dylan to reach his much needed release. I hummed when he unloaded and his hot cum shot straight down my throat, his hips bucking in response.

Once Dylan came down from his high, I pulled him out of my mouth and he shuddered at the contact due to how sensitive he’d become. Wiping away the spit on my mouth and any cum spilling down my chin, I stood up with a smirk on my lips and Dylan immediately kissed me. His dominance faltering for the slightest second so he could show me how much he cared for me through the gentle action. However, the moment we parted, dominant Dylan was back.

“Can you sit on the chair for me, babygirl?” He pointed to the chair under his desk he uses to study his lines as he headed over to the small closet.

“Yes, Daddy.” I obeyed because both of us knew that even though he asked, it wasn’t actually a question.

My eyes widened immediately when I noticed just what he grabbed from the closet and Dylan approached me with an intense grin on his lips. I wanted to desperately ask him why the hell he had that in his trailer or what he thinks he’s about to do to me with it, but I knew that that wouldn’t be the greatest idea.

“It’s not mine.” Dylan defended himself when he obviously saw my shocked facial expression at the metal handcuffs in his hands. “It’s Stiles’, but I don’t see why we can’t have our own little fun with it. What do you think?”

“Well, I know for a fact Stiles and Lydia have a lot of kinky sex with handcuffs.” I smirked, reaching my arms behind the back of the chair for him to lock them there. “So, I say we should also give it a shot, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl.” Dylan smiled, placing the cold metal around my wrists to lock them behind me.

The next thing my boyfriend did was push my legs apart so I was completely opened for him in a way that felt so dirty and exposing but I loved nonetheless. Dylan’s lips instantly wrapped around one of my breasts, already biting down on my nipple, and I whimpered when I couldn’t grip his hair with my fingers. As he teasingly worked on my breast, Dylan brought a hand up to my core and my hips instinctively bucked the second his middle finger rubbed against my sensitive nub. He started slow at first but as soon as he knew I was ready for more, Dylan picked up his middle finger’s pace and, using his other hand, he slid one of his long fingers inside of me.

I couldn’t hold back my moan at the incredible feeling, considering my body had been craving it for the longest time now, and the first finger was immediately followed by a second. I absolutely loved how much Dylan understood my body and exactly what it needed which is why I was already getting close to my release in a matter of minutes. His skillful fingers curled inside of me and pumped with such fervor that I didn’t have any ounce of self control in me anymore. I knew I was about to reach my edge and, much to my dismay, so did Dylan.

“Not yet, princess.” He teased and I whined when he removed his fingers from my soaking wet heat. “You only get to cum when I say so. And I want it to happen around my cock.”

After seeing me completely opened for him and a moaning mess just because of his fingers, Dylan’s erection was already back up and ready for more action. Precum glistened on his tip and even though I did give him head only a few moments ago, I already wanted to do it all over again. What can I say? The man has a delicious dick.

Dylan was pumping himself a little bit as he watched my chest rise and fall from my rapid breathing before grabbing my feet and hitching them up on the chair. He pulled my waist towards the edge of the seat, making me lay down since I still was locked to the back of the chair, and Dylan positioned himself in front of my entrance. Without even giving me a warning, he instantly slammed inside of me and my entire body arched at the invasive act. He waited a few seconds for me to adjust and when I sort of did, Dylan began roughly thrusting into me.

“Fuck, babygirl, you’re always so tight.” Dylan moaned, his face snuggled into my slightly sweaty neck.

The pleasurable feeling of his thick width stretching my tight walls as he pounded in me, quite deeply considering how the position we were in favored his ability to be completely buried inside of me, sparked the orgasm I was so close to reach that Dylan denied up to the surface again. I clenched around him once and he growled against my skin, my entire body vibrating with the sound.

“Don’t cum yet.” He demanded and I whimpered.

Even though I tried to hold it back, I clenched around him once more and this time Dylan immediately brought his face up to glare at me. We were so close that I could feel his breath brushing across my skin and, yet, all I could focus on was the bound knot in my stomach ready to break free any minute now. The thought of going against Dylan’s commands was both terrifying and exciting and, to be honest, I didn’t know which one attracted me more.

“Don’t you dare.” Dylan threatened, bringing one of his hands up to forcefully pull my hair and make me look him straight in the eyes. “I’m serious. Promise Daddy you won’t cum until I allow it.”

“I-I promise, Daddy.” I managed to say through moans. However the second his cock twitched inside of me when I said his favorite nickname, I was long gone and there was no way going back.

My entire body shook, my toes curled against the chair and uncontrollable shouts erupted from my chest as one of the greatest orgasms I’ve ever experienced bolted through my veins. I could feel my core clenching around Dylan’s shaft at the same time that it released all of my pent-up arousal and gushed onto him. I screamed so loudly that I was certain everyone on the Teen Wolf lot heard me and I was also sure that despite not following his orders, Dylan was loving the way I was a mess. Everyone including Sprayberry and Cody knew that the person who just made this young woman scream so much in pleasure was Dylan and that it didn’t even matter how badly they might have wanted her, she was his.

My own release triggered Dylan’s and as I was coming down from my intense high, my boyfriend was reaching his. Dylan’s cock twitched before cumming for the second time today and shooting his liquid inside of me, the incredible feeling of his hot cum running against my walls making me moan. The sound of Dylan’s own moans echoed through the trailer and I watched in awe as his face contorted in pure pleasure. He held onto the edges of the chair tightly, his muscles straining against his arms as he shook.

“Strike three.” Dylan managed to say through his husky and breathless voice once he came down from his high.

The sweet taste of adrenaline rushed though all of my veins and my heartbeat pounded so hard it pulsed inside of my ears the second Dylan said those two simple words. A mixture of concern and lust flooded inside of me and I didn’t quite know which one was stronger.

Dylan slowly slid out of my body, his eyes staring into mine the entire time, and I winced at how sensitive I’ve become. Going back over to the closet, Dylan pulled out a small key and walked over to me again. He hovered over my body, his incredible smell filling my nose, and unlocked the metal cuffs on my hands. They immediately dropped to the floor with a clang and Dylan didn’t even seem to care. Putting the key down on his desk, Dylan stood up straight in front of me.

“Let me ask you a question, princess.” He husked. “Do you think you’re a good girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.” I answered, bringing my hands over to settle on my lap. “I do.”

“Hmm, well, I happen to think you’re very very naughty.” Dylan murmured. “And do you know what happens to naughty girls, baby? They get spanked.”

Before I could even put together what was about to happen, Dylan harshly grabbed me and made me stand. My boyfriend pushed me down onto the desk, my ass sticking out for him, and he stuck his leg between mine to keep them apart. He slowly began to caress one of my cheeks with the palm of his hand and goosebumps covered my entire body.

“How many should I give you, babygirl?” Dylan teased. “Does ten sound good?”

“N-No, that’s too much.” I stuttered.

“Okay, then, ten it is.” He chuckled darkly and I mentally prepared myself for what was about to come. “Count for me, princess.”

Suddenly, Dylan lifted his hand and roughly slammed it back down on my ass cheek. The intense pain immediately making my hips bucker in response. The ache and pleasure shooting through me and landed straight in the bottom of my stomach, sparking the creation of a familiar knot.

“O-One.” I whimpered and, as soon as I finished speaking, Dylan spanked my same cheek again. “T-Two.”

He repeatedly smacked my right cheek five times in a row, my skin aching intensely with every hit. Everytime he would slap me, the knot inside of my stomach would become tighter and tighter. I knew that by the time he finished spanking me all ten times, that knot would break and I would be orgasming for the second time in this trailer. I was already a shaking, moaning and whimpering mess in his hands and, as embarrassing as it was to be so vulnerable to someone, I couldn’t care less.

Dylan rubbed my right cheek for a few seconds to ease the stinging pain on my skin before moving to my left and striking my ass again without any warning. My knees were wobbling and weak and if it wasn’t for his leg holding me up, I would’ve definitely fallen down my now.

“S-Six.” I mewled, my voice only able to come out as a whisper whilst he continued his punishment on me. “Seven, Eight, Nine.”

By the tenth strike, the extremely tight knot had snapped and spread an insane amount of pleasure inside of me. My vision blurred and went white as my orgasm dissolved in my blood and bones. My body jerked against the desk, my skin digging into the wood, and arousal immediately spilled out of me and ran down Dylan’s thigh. It didn’t matter that my ass was burning in excruciating agony, the pleasure was so much more powerful.

Dylan held onto my hips as I finished reaching my edge and came back down to Earth. His fingers creating tender circles on my skin.

“You okay, baby?” He asked me and I managed to bring myself back up, with his assistance of course.

“Yes, Dylan, I am.” I turned around with a smile on my face, wrapping my arms around his neck for stability.

“I wasn’t too harsh, was I?”

“No, you were perfect.” I shook my head happily, leaning in to place a soft kiss on his lips.

“Good.” Dylan smiled, his eyes no longer dark and now back to its gentle color. “It’s just, the way Cody looked at you drove me insane and-”

“I know, baby.” I interrupted him before he could finish, caressing the back of his neck with my fingers. “But, I’m not his, I’m yours.”

Dylan smiled at me with everything he had in him and I swooned at how beautiful he was. However, not just in the way he looked or in the way that he always manages to say things that makes me fall in love with him more and more everyday. But, just in the pure way that he is.

Something Worth While

The Samwell legacy is continued when Jack and Bitty’s son attends Samwell University after a horrible accident, in hopes their son will find something worth while like Jack did all those years ago. A tale of stolen recipes, fire extinguishers, and of course- the SMH feud with the lacrosse team

(Angsty and containing a character with bipolar disorder.)

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It was a frat house, and not even a good one. It looked about one hundred years old, the steps creaked with the horrifying idea of collapsing under each step, and the yard contained rusty old lawn chairs. Even if Jeremy Zimmermann did go to college, he would definitely not live in a frat house that looks like this.

“You cannot be serious.” Jeremy hisses, hitching his bag higher on his shoulder, but not turning around to face his parents.

“One-hundred percent serious, honey.” His Dad says, and the passive-aggressive southern hitch to his voice makes Jeremy to shut up about his current position.

“Why can’t I just live in a dorm or something?” Jeremy tries a different approach, finally turning around and looking at his Papa, specifically not his other dad. You would think Jack Zimmermann, NHL superstar, would be the hard ass. 

“Because this is better.” His Papa shifts his feet from side to side, looking extremely nervous. Either because his son was about to live in a death trap, or because he would be forced to go to Samwell, Jeremy didn’t know.

“We wouldn’t be doing this if we didn’t think it was best.” His Papa adds, and his hopeful and still worried eyes broke Jeremy’s heart a little than it already has, because he always hated disappointing his parents and goddamn did he screw up this time.

“I’m an adult. You can’t force me to stay here.” Jeremy argues, and he sees his older sister bristle a little from behind their dad.

“You sure ain’t actin’ like an adult, Jeremy.” His Dad pipes in, his voice more firm. “And you’re right, we can’t keep you here. But you told us in the hospital you wanted our help and that you were trying to get better, but you felt alone. And honey, we never wanted you to feel like that. Ever” His Dad takes a deep breath, and his tone holds no malice. Just a tremor of fear for what their son was going through. This was Jack’s idea after all.

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23 Relationship Goals

1. to be loved and love them equally
2. to take stupid pictures with them
3. to be best friends like the moon and the sun
4. he gives me attention and doesn’t forget that were in a relationship
5. let’s me know his family, the crazy and the beautiful sides
6. makes me a better person
7. wants to do teenage things like watch movies and go ice skating but will also walk with me
8. listens- for those times I feel like I’m breaking at the seams
9. he’s honest
10. he isn’t ashamed of holding my hand
11. he’s respectful towards other people
12. he understands my boundaries
13. he’ll listen to my favorite songs and I’ll listen to his
14. stargazing.
15. his personality is attractive, kind, funny, willing to be himself
16. understands that I’m flawed
17. doesn’t judge other people too heavily
18. will slow dance with me :)
19. willing to be adventurous with me
20. somewhat athletic- at least able to walk with me and enjoy what life has to offer
21. remembers the important days about our relationship
22. gotta be classy
23. loves me unconditionally

So, I love how everyone is getting all into the eldritch horror visibly fae knowingly magical encounters. The descriptions are SO COOL. 

But I’ve been thinking about how our understandings of the Fair Folk originated not with people who had these super obvious encounters with this visible magic figure. Instead, they come from people attuned to the ways in which this world as it is, is magical and frightening and overwhelming, and decided that eldritch monsters were the most logical and comforting explanation. So, I’ve been thinking a lot about how so many interactions with the fair folx could happen without the student knowing it….how many of these interactions and deals may have happened already. A few true stories: My roommate joined ROTC her freshman year. Four years of university for free, for five years of military service. Don’t tell me that there is just flesh and bone under the glamour of a military uniform, under the medals worn by those who watched her sign her contract. The Fair Folk have always loved games, and to gamble your life in the future of uncertain war is certainly worth $60,000 tuition per year for four years, plus a monthly stipend.  I have a friend whose financial aid is paid by a grant from some folks from New York City. In exchange, once a year she dresses up, takes out her piercings, and goes to dinner with them.

Sit with us, tell us the stories of your studies, sing for us. Oh, you don’t sing anymore? But you sing so lovely. Sing.

At these dinners, she does not let her smile drop.  I worked with a senior who would be Successful. They did everything, could not say no, every opportunity bigger than the last and they could Do It All. Directing a musical with a full orchestra in the biggest theater, performing across town themself in a different show each weekend for months on end, five classes and a thesis. One night, drunk and at 2am, a time were the glamour drops and world blurs into honesty, they said “I am so fucking lonely.” That is a powerful trade: love as fair as can be, a beating heart, community. But they wanted to be able To Do It All and they did.  A few years ago, the school was raising money for the endowment (the school is always raising money for the endowment). They were holding a fundraising dinner, with Big Important People who must be Inspired by Students Like You in order to donate. They gathered together the most talented performers of the whole university. Dancers whose bodies defied physics, pianists who seemed to play with extra hands, singer whose voices rang inhuman. Maybe there is a reason we already had those skills, it’s hard to know. We’ve all made so many sacrifices already to end up at a school where we can get not a single credit for our talents. Maybe something is already taking its due. Still. They gathered us, and planted us through the field to mime silent excitement as the Big Important People entered the tent in a procession. They had us perform for them – but never in the way we do best. Bottle up your talent, make it look like this. Dressed us all head to toe in white. Gave clear instructions.

Hand them this book. Collect these cards. They will write a wish. If they speak to you, just smile. Do not speak back.

They had us wait behind the kitchen.

Whatever you do, do not eat the food.

The university knows how to make a deal. They know what a little Talent and a little Dignity is worth. And we already owe them so much…why not this too?  In the morning I went back to where the tent had been, only to find an empty football field.  —— I feel like I have to add that the last story is literally 100% true. The others I have taken small creative liberties with (mostly the ‘lonely’ one cause I don’t want that person to be identifiable). But this one is hundo percent reality. Nothing I could add about it would make it sound less weird. They set up this crazy huge tent for it and thousands of dollars of lights and projection equipment, and the next morning had taken down the entire thing. They had this whole projection thing that took up a side of the stadium with a video about how great the university is, except I’d never even HEARD OF most of the professors or programs they interviewed or discussed in it (like its a big uni but still). Went to go look them up the next day, but couldn’t remember the names. They had us count a specific number of steps from one section to another. They had us do a weird running pattern on the stadium stairs that was supposed to look cool but I think just opened a portal in to my own personal hell. I still have the white sneakers and sweatshirt they gave us but I legit have not worn them since that night; I’m slightly scared to wear them but somehow can’t throw them out. When the donors walked in to the tent, we literally just stood around the field jumping up and down with excitement (silently) and waving flags (silently) and for the first time I understood Artaudian horror. They had cards at their table that they were supposed to write these messages on, and then we would collect them in these books, and honestly the whole night is pretty hazy but it was weird. The whole thing was directed by Tony Award winner Diane Paulus (I swear to you this is true). Guys I’m low key pretty sure I’ve been to a revel and let me tell you, you are not a participant. You are there, but at best you are quaint entertainment, to be hidden in the corner when you’re not amusing them. You will do what they ask you (tell you). And there will be a part of you sitting on your shoulder saying, are you really doing that? And the answer will be yes, and it won’t be until after you leave that the wave will crash over you, nearly drowning you in the question, as you sputter awake asking, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK JUST HAPPENED? 

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Perks of dating a fangirl (Or fanboy)

Okay, so lately I have been thinking what the perks of dating someone like me would be. By me, I mean those fandom obsessive people who have more fictional lovers than we would care to admit. 

So I have compiled a really random list of the total benefits of dating a crazy person fangirl or fanboy. Feel free to add more.

Originally posted by queenofhelldarlin

We know what it means to love someone who can’t love you back - so we always put our all into a relationship. 

Most often we are reading fanfiction or watching anime or series - Which is prime cuddle opportunities. 

Originally posted by inkymint

We are less needy - We like our alone time, after all we need time to obsess over our fandoms. 

We tell things like they are, we don’t sugar coat things- fangirls and fanboys spend most of their lives in a make-believe world filled with imaginary characters and ideas. When we are in the real world we often prefer to be honest about things with real people.

We are pretty easy to please- I don’t mean this is a rude way, but most fangirls and boys want three things. Our fanfiction or anime. A quiet place. And no judgment as we cry and scream over our obsession. Simple right?

We are incredibly loyal – keep in mind most of us will wait years for our favorite anime, manga, book or series to come out. I am pretty sure we would be able to commit to a long-term relationship.

We would only cheat on you with fictional characters – you never have to worry about us cheating on you, because the only men or women we ever really meet are stuck in our fictional worlds.

So if you are looking for your next conquest, then rather stay away from fangirl or fanboy. We are notoriously crazy.

What is the relationship between Jikook and Jimin’s parents?

I feel like a crazy person but for real, this is strange.

I saw some pictures of the various shrines that were around their restaurant and I noticed something…the only person you can distinguish alone with Jimin in any of the photos is Jungkook. There is 1 fan art of Jimin and Tae from behind but that makes sense, they’re best friends and it’s not as if Jimin’s parents would cut the thing in half to exclude him. Otherwise, Jungkook just keeps popping up.

This picture is more focused on Jimin but Jungkook makes a very visible appearance. I think there was someone on his other side, who got cropped.

Again, Jimin is the focus but instead of finding a solo picture or cropping the sides, Jungkook is clearly displayed and the only other discernible member.

On the wall with everyone, Jimin’s top and center photo is placed between his best friend, Tae and Jungkook.

If you take a closer look at that middle picture of Jimin, you will see none other than Jungkook giggling beside him.

On this wall, there are pictures of all the members lined up but there is also some artwork of Jungkook, sitting next to the Jimin ones.

This one is the best, the only actual photo shoot images they have are group pics and one of the gayest Jikook pics of all time.

Why did they choose THIS ^^^ of all photos, to put up. There are obviously photos of Jimin alone with other members but this is the one they picked, not even some manly shot but him and Jungkook with their backs together and cheeks almost touching, in a field of flowers.

I feel like I’m looking into this too much but it really does seem like there’s consistent favoritism of Jungkook and that really makes me wonder if Jimin’s parents know something. 

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Best Friends

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 END


I don’t really remember the moment I fell in love with you. It was like a slow burn. Each moment and day with you always added a little more to my cup until I woke up to it full with no idea what to do. It was crazy, falling in love with you, because how could I ever let myself do that? But then again, how could I not fall for your toothy grin that makes your nose scrunch up and has your eyes crinkling? Or your hushed giggles that make my heart thrum and beat in all sorts of ways, or how warm you always feel against my skin. You’re the kind of person that someone can’t help but fall in love with, and it was too late to stop me from becoming your victim.

|Late Night Conversations| R.MANTLE /PART ONE\

It was hard day for me. My arm is bandaged, it hurt like shit but I have this thing for you and I hope you’ll like it. 

Funny story: I came up with this idea when my doctor pulled the glass out of my skin. I’m good fam. I’m a survivor ;)) 

IMAGINE ABOUT: Reggie and reader kinda had ‘a thing’ with eachother but when Jason Blossom death comes out. Reggie immediately leaves the city leaving her with nothing but her feelings. 


I’m not supposed to be like this. 

I’m not supposed to be the sad girl who doesn’t know where the hell she’s going and what the fuck she’s doing. I’m not supposed to care too much about what anyone thinks and I’m not supposed to let words affect my choices. 

I’m supposed to be that bitchy, funny maybe a little nice girl that hungs out with her friends on weekends and goes to an average school to pursue average career. 

So far. I’ve menaged to let one person change up my life like a span of a few months. What’s killing me? I think some part of me thinks I’m supposed to be the girl who cares too much for her own good. 

My parents don’t understand me. I don’t blame them. I fucking love my parents but sometimes, I just need a break. I need a break from a lot of people and I need a break to recycle my old self to keep anyone from getting in and ripping my heart to shreds. 

Sort of like how I’m feeling right now. 

There’s no way to better describe this feelng other than the fact that I’ve tried to drown my feelings multiple times, only to find out those fuckers can swim and do  water tricks as well. 

Exams have been like hell, although I did imagine this week to consist of Reggie kissing up my neck as I study. I shouldn’t even be thinking about this, he’s gone, whatever, he didn’t choose me so fuck him right?

It’s been a few days since Reggie left, and a few days since Archie and I last spoke . Archie and I have been making eye contact at most, and I can tell by the look in his eyes that he has so much to say but can’t. 
I’ve ignored his glances and ignored his silent plea’s to confess to him my true feelings and opinion, so far it’s been good. 

In other news speaking, Reggie’s been leaving me numerous messages, in all shapes and sizes, and every single on of them made my feeling stronger than a rock.

iMessage from Reggie:

i feel sad i dont like this 

(read: 11:34pm 12/04/2017) 





iMessage from: Reggie

i let you down and i know that, but im gonna need u to not give up on me okay?

(read: 9:10am: 13/04/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what is it or what we are but all i know is that im here in the middle of nowhere hungover as fuck by myself thinking of you and only you

(read: 2:47pm 14/14/2017) 




iMessage from: Reggie

i dont know what to do

(read: 9;15pm  14/14/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

youre mine 

(read: 1:42am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 

baby girl 

please let me know ur okay

(read: 1:45am 15/04/2017) 



iMessage from Reggie: 

i miss you like crazy 

(read: 1:50am 15/04/2017) 




iMessage from Reggie: 


im not to blame i swear to you

im so scared 


(read: 3:05am 16/05/2017) 

I sat there re-reading every message he sent, analyzing over the words and thinking about what he meand by all of them. This alien feeling in my stomach makes my eyes water whenever and my lips quiver as I read. I don’t know this feeling, and I don’t like this. Reggie’s that kind of persons, he’s the kind I think I’d never be fully mad at. 

I lay in my bed in the late at night. Thinking of nothing but Reggie’s body an my last fucking exam tommorow morning. I like this quietness, althought it would be better with Reggie. Fuck. I should stop thinking like that. I like the moonlight at this time and I like the feeling on my skin against the bed. I like it, all that it is

Just as I was about to exit my messages app, it scrolls back down to Reggie’s chat, notifying me of a new message. 

iMessage from Reggie

i wanna go home 

you read that in 2 second, u were waiting for me? please tell me u were waiting for me 

i miss your lips 

so damn much i could almost taste them 


(read: 3:27am) 


I feel so tempted to reply back. To tell him that thoughs of him have taken over my brain and I can’t help but feel like shit although he’s the one doing all the demage. He’s the one who walked out when I asked him to come clean with me, and he’s the one running away now for a reason he won’t bother telling me. 

I need to stop reminding myself that we’re not together. He can do whatever the hell he wants and i have nothing to say in it whatsoever. I can’t even allow myself to be mad at him. 

I debate in my head wheter I sould reply to ease this misery, knowing he’d been messaging me desperately for the past few days. I miss him like hell. If this is what it felt like not having his arms curled up around my body and his hair tickling my neck. I can only imagine what it would feel like withouth him at all. I decide to message him, a reply something he said says ago. My fingers type the words, staring at them for a few seconds before I press send. 

iMessage to: Reggie

I’m yours 


iMessage from: Reggie 

really?? u decide to text me back when i go to pee? now im happy and the pee wont come out properly 


iMessage to: Reggie

where r u? 


iMessage from Reggie 


im scared and im tired and i just want you 

i fucked up so bad princess, like i always do, but i want you so fucking bad 



iMessage to Reggie

you already have me 




iMessage from Reggie 

now 

i want you now 


iMessage to Reggie

my heart hurts Reggie 

and the only person i can tell is the person who hurt me 

you 

so fuck you 


iMessage from: Reggie

you dont understand 


iMessage to Reggie 

then explain, cause i cant go through this, im not someone you can play with and throw away, talk to me, im beggining you to talk to me 


iMessage from Reggie: 

park on 5th, right fucking now! 



PART TWO

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BTS Reaction: Their crush (you) getting drunk and accidently confessing your love

@purplepokemons said: 

Bts reaction to their crush getting drunk and conffesing their love the the member thinking they’re talking to someone else


*gifs aren’t mine unless I say so*

*requests are open*


Jin:

“Y/N you really shouldn’t drink that much!” Jin scolded you and tried to take the drink from you. You looked at who you thought was Jimin and started to vent to him.

“I need to drink Jimin, I want to get my mind off of Jin with that other girl he was with earlier. I really like Jin and it hurts to see him with someone else. I’ve falled for Jin, I honestly have-”

“Y/N, come on you should get some sleep.” He would giggle at your drunken confession and lead you to your room so you could rest. Then in the morning he would ask you about it, and end up confessing to you as well.

Originally posted by jjilljj


Suga:

Suga would be a little drunk aswell, but not as drunk as you. You walked up to who you thought was Tae, and just started talking.

“Oh my god, have you seen Yoongi? Oh my gosh he’s so attractive, and I love how laid back he is. It honestly kind of turns me on. I really want to get to know him. He seems really cool.”

“Well you could start by realizing I’m not Taehyung.” He laughed a little. You looked up and realized it was Yoongi.

“Ohmygod” you said fastly.

“I’d like to get to know you to.” He said.

Originally posted by kuromel


Rap Monster:

“Y/N you should really go to bed, it’s really late. And you are extremely wasted.” Namjoon said.

“I don’t want to Yoongi, Namjoon is still here, I want to see him.” 

He furrowed his eyebrows as you said “yoongi” but he decided to play around with the situation.

“Why do you want to see him?”

“Because I really like him, he’s so nice to me and makes me feel happy when  I’m around him. I just wish he felt the same though.”

“Don’t worry, I think he like you too. Come on let’s sleep.” Namjoon said with a smile across his face.

Originally posted by bangthebae


J-Hope:

You were home alone, and completly drunk. Without thinking, you called you best friend-or who you thought was your best friend- and started talking about Hoseok.

“Y/F/N, you have no idea how crazy he makes me, he’s honestly the greatest person in the world. Wow, I really love him-”

“Y/N.”

“Are you sick? Your voice sounds really low?” You asked.

“Look at your contact name.” He laughed. You looked and it said Hoseok’s contact name. You froze as you heard him laugh.

“Ah you’re so cute Y/N!”

Originally posted by hoseokwhy


Jimin:

“Jin! Hi!” You said as you facetimes “Jin”. Jimin looked at you in confusion.

“Are you ok Y/N? You looked a little, you know, drunk.” Jimin said.

“Yeah Jin, I’m fine. Is Jimin around?” You asked. Jimin finally realized you thought he was Jin, but he was curious about what you had to say about him. So Jimin continued to be “Jin”.

“No, he’s not here right now.” He smirked.

“Good, do you know how Jimin feels about me? I really like him, but I want to know he feels the same before I tell him.

“He really likes you Y/N, he never shuts up about you.” Jimin laughed. “You’re talking to Jimin by the way.”

Originally posted by yoonmin


V:

It was your 20th birthday, so you could now legally drink in Korea. Taehyung took you to a bar along with some of yours and his friends.  You might have went a little overboard with the drinking and got completly wasted. You were sitting alone, and someone sat next to you.

“You look like someone I know.” You said while looking at him. He look at you with a puzzled expression.

“He’s someone I really love, he knows how to make me happy, and he’s just so perfect. I wish he felt the same.” You started to talk about him. 

“What’s his name?” Taehyung asked, with a bit of jealousy.

“Kim Taehyung.”  You smiled and sipped on your drink. He smiled and laughed a little.

“You really are drunk, Y/N I am Taehyung.”

Originally posted by bangtannoonas


Jungkook:

Jungkook told you he was going to be home late from practice today, so you invited your best friend over. Little did you know, she brought achohol and you couldn’t turn down the opportunity. 

A few hours later you both were wasted, and Y/F/N was in the bathroom probably throwing up. You heard footsteps, and you automatically assumed it was Y/F/N.

“I should have never drank that! If Jungkook finds out I drank underage, he’ll never love me back!” You cried.

“You love me?” You heard Jungkook’s voice.

“Oh my gosh, Kookie forgive me!” You ran to him and hugged. He hugged you back and patted the back you your head.

“Don’t worry, I’m not mad. But I do love you back.” He smiled.

Originally posted by donewithjeon


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BTS react to their foreigner girlfriend having a physically abusive ex-boyfriend who's stalking/threatening her

Requested by anon:

BTS reactions of their foreigner girlfriend having a physically abusive ex boyfriend who’s stalking/threatening her?

A/N: Helloo my dear thank you so much for the request!! I hope you enjoy this reaction :) please request more reactions I love doing these!

Jin:

Originally posted by bwiseoks

He would do everything in his power to protect you from your crazy ex and try to reassure you with as many comfort foods as possible and cuddles, as you are really scared of him and his abilities of finding you. Jin would feel quite worried that your ex may do something to hurt you but he puts on a brave face for you and reassures you that everything will be okay and comforts you with kisses and love.

“Don’t worry y/n I’ll protect you from him, my charms will propel him”

Yoongi:

Originally posted by leojuseyo

Yoongi will literally fight him if he ever sees him or if he ever sees him messaging you. He would be confused as to why your ex wants to find you so bad and afraid what his abuse has done to you. Like Jin, Yoongi will do everything in his power to protect you and take extra precautions to ensure your safety.

“Baby don’t cry I promise I’ll kill him if I ever see him”

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I went to my dream concert today. The man himself was even more handsome in person than in a photo or on videos. I screamed my guts out, hot tears in the eyes, like a 100% devoted fanboy. He must have heard me, because he waved towards my direction. He must have. I was utterly convinced. Our eyes met for 0.001 second and and at that moment, having experienced unexplainable feeling of holiness and enormous joy, I made a decision that later changed my whole life: I am going to be a singer, I am going to make music, and I am going to know (love) him.  

Gradence Musician AU work in progress ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)


ok not gonna lie I just picked the bgm so let’s say we will see this video in 2 weeks?

Young Justice Batmom: Part 9

Prompt: How the YJ Universe would be different if batmom there.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8


“I don’t like it.” Bruce’s eyes follow you as you pace. “I have a bad feeling about this. I don’t like the idea of my babies in there.”

   Bruce let’s out a long breath, “You’re becoming a helicopter mother.”

   You scowl, “I let them go on dangerous missions, and face super villains on a regular basis. That is the exact opposite of a helicopter parent!”

   “Y/N, it’s a training mission.”

   “A no win training mission. A mission where they have been set up to watch their friends die.”

   “They know it’s fake.”

   You rub at your arms, “I just don’t like it Bruce. They’re too young. They shouldn’t have to face this.”

   Bruce pulls you into a hug, and out of the corner of your eye, you watch J’onn smile. A moment later the alarm goes off. Your eyes go wide as you watch M’Gann’s body begin to float. “What’s happening?”

   “The loss of Artemis has shocked M’Gann’s mind. Her mental abilities have made the children forget the scenario isn’t real.”

   Your head whips around towards Bruce. You see the panic in his eyes, and you turn back to J’onn. “Get them out.”

   “I’ll have to go in.”

   Your teeth grind together, “Then go!”

   The minutes it takes for J’onn to disappear into the reality are some of the longest of your life. The minutes it takes for your kids to come out of it is even longer. When they finally come awake, jack knifing on the table, you allow yourself to feel some semblance of relief. Your heart doesn’t calm down until you’ve checked them all out personally.

   They’re quiet, pensive, and the exact opposite of how they usually are. You don’t like it, and you make that known. You watch as your kids wander off to different parts of the base before turning on Bruce. “I told you I didn’t like it.”

   “We didn’t know this would happen.”

   “They’re kids, Bruce. They shouldn’t have to deal with death, or super villains, or any of this craziness. They should get to be kids. Do sports, join clubs, do sleepovers. Stuff like that.”

   “They’ve chosen this path.”

   You throw your hands in  the air, “They’re kids. They don’t understand the consequences Bruce. They think they’re invulnerable, just like you do.”

   “I’m perfectly aware of my vulnerability.”

   “Are you Bruce? Because it sure didn’t seem like it when you went up against Riddler the other month.”    

   “What do you want me to do? Quit? Start coaching baseball on the weekends? Drive a mini-van?”

   “You make it sound like the worst thing in the world!”

   “Are you kidding me? We don’t get normal Y/N, it’s not how we were raised.”

   “You can’t tell me, you’ve never dreamed of normal!”

   “Normal went out the window when my parents were murdered, and Ra’s took you on your first hunt.”

   You stand your ground, “Does that mean our kids can’t have normal?”

   “Considering one is an Atlantean, one is a Kryptonian clone, one is a Martian, one is a speedster, and the rest are all trained in combat, no I don’t think they can have normal. Normal is not an option.”

You stare at him before turning and walking away. You hear Bruce call out your name but you ignore him. You keep walking. You find yourself on the beach right outside the cave. It’s so dark, you can only see the outline of things. You scrub your hands against your eyes, before letting out a scream.

A second later arms wrap around you from behind. You smile at M’Gann and pull her into a hug. You hold her as she cries, “You died too.”

You stroke her hair back, “I know.”

“It was so real. And it hurt, so bad. And Robin … the look on his face when Batman was

killed and then you. He’d lost his whole world. I could see it on his face.”

You close our eyes, “I hate that simulation. The idea that everything can be taken away from you in an instant is a cruel reality. A true one, but so cruel. Bruce and I grew up with that reality. I don’t want that to happen to you guys.”

The sniffles ease a moment later, “We made this choice.”

“You haven’t experienced enough to make that choice. It’s part of the reason I joined the team. Why Bruce is on the team. But one of these days … I fear that it won’t be enough. That I’ll lose you kids. And that …that will kill me. As sure as I breathe that will kill me.”

You stay there for a while longer, until M’Gann decides to go back in. You stay on the beach, too weary to move. Arms wrap around your shoulders, and lips press against your cheek. You turn to your husband.

Quietly you admit, “I know we can’t have normal.”

Bruce pulls you into his lap, “Not completely. But we can make more of an effort.”  

You snuggle into his chest, “How?”

“Give them a chance at a home. A real home, not a base.”

You meet his gaze, “Seriously?”

“Alfred is preparing rooms as we speak. Anyone who wants to come is welcome.”

You let out a deep breath, and say “Thank you Bruce.”

He kisses you, “Anything for you.”

anonymous asked:

can i ask for a hc of rfa+v+saeran rejecting mc's love at first but they ended falling in love with them and it's too late

you’re in luck anon bc i’m in the mood for some unrequited love writing :) v and saeran under the cut xx - Mod 222


Zen:

He didn’t know what to say. Really, he didn’t expect you of all people to have feelings for him. You were so independent and so sure of what you wanted; you both had nothing in common. So the fact that you were there, standing in front of him with your fingers clasped together out of nerves and your hair hiding your face as you waited for his answer.

“I…I’m sorry MC but, I just don’t see you that way.” He was waiting for the theatrics, waiting for you to scream or smack him or cry as he looked down toward you, and you looked up. But instead you smiled, and you simply wished that you both could be friends, and now that he thinks about it, maybe that was when his feelings started to shift.

Never in his life had he ever encountered a person that handled rejection that easily, especially from him. Yet you were kind, simply giving him a hug with a tight grip and then smiling once more before turning around and making your way out of his home. He thought you were okay, because he didn’t see the tears that trailed down as soon as you were away from his presence.

Fast forward to two years later, and you were at his house, helping him with one of his costumes that he accidentally ripped during a dress rehearsal. As you sewed you grinned as he sat next to you, making jokes and talking about what the rehearsals were like with different stars. Gossiping was your guys’ specialty, but as quick as it had come it ended as your laughter died down.

“MC, may I ask you something? If you don’t mind.” You put the needle and thread down along with his costume, sensing his serious tone as you nodded and turned towards him.

“Sure, what is it?”

“I uh, I’ve been thinking about some things a lot lately and, I think that I like…no, love you as more than a friend. What I want with you is something that I can’t even describe with words. I just,” He took your hand, palms warm as he leaned in closer. “I hope that you still feel how you felt those couple of years ago. Even if that’s a stretch.”

He didn’t have to hear your answer; he saw the look in your eyes as you slowly pulled away and looked down towards your lap. He felt the heavy feeling in his stomach as he tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat, watching you bite your lip as you ran a hand through your hair.

“I’m so sorry Zen but…I’m seeing someone right now. I didn’t want you to find out this way but I just, those feelings that I had have been gone for some time now.” It was awkward, the air thick as you felt the sweat begin to bead at your forehead as you quickly stood.

“I should go…” He still sat there, almost in disbelief as he furrowed his brows and stood up as well.

“Wait! MC, can I ask you one more thing?” You stopped, waiting for his question as your fingers tightened around your car keys.

“Is this how you felt? This heavy, sinking feeling in my chest; is this what you felt when I told you that I didn’t like you in that way?” All you could do was give a sad smile as you gave a small nod, your own heart aching as a single tear fell down his face as he sat back down.

“I’m so sorry.”

Yoosung:

When you told him, you knew by the look on his face that his answer wasn’t the one that you wanted. His brows were furrowed as he licked his lips, a trait you had come to find that he only did when he was nervous about something.

“MC; I appreciate the fact that you like me in that way, really I do, but I already have feelings for someone else.”

“Oh…” That was all you could say. Just one simple word as you felt your heart crush into the tiniest pieces that could ever exist on the planet as you looked away. Not looking at his face somewhat helped with the pain, but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t there.

It was like a churning in your stomach, making you feel so sick that you didn’t even want to finish the pile of chips that was placed between the two of you during your game match. He offered to keep playing with you, but the awkward thickness that hung in the air was simply too much for you.

So you left.

Sometimes that awkwardness hung around after that day; in random spurts it would come, making the two of you uncomfortable as he talked about his partner. The partner that wasn’t you. But most of the time it wasn’t there, and the two of you pretended that the idea of you guys being a couple wasn’t even a thought that someone spoke of.

Until he broke up with his partner.

Nobody asked why, yet they wanted to know. Especially you, God, you just wanted to know why it hadn’t worked out. Turns out that he thought that they weren’t exactly compatible, and that he thought that someone else was the perfect match. Come to find that he was talking about you.

“MC, I’ve thought a lot about what you told me; even though it was almost a year ago. I just…I just thought that maybe now, if it wasn’t too late? We could try?” You thought that if he asked the question later, you’d be elated, ecstatic to be with him. But instead you felt anger as you balled up your fists, teeth clenched as you pushed against his chest.

“Is this some kind of joke? You knew how I felt about you back then, and now you want to be together, just because things didn’t work out with the person you thought you loved? I’m sorry Yoosung, but I can’t do this.” And once more you left him standing there alone, the awkwardness turning into dread as he realized that the possibility of you never coming back could be a serious reality.

Jaehee:

The possibility of her sexuality being incompatible with yours was rather slim, and your fear of her being just that had come true. You decided that you had had enough with hiding how you felt about her, how your stomach always filled to the brim with butterflies when she was around, and how your heart beat quick just from the sound of her voice. You told her these things, and her response turned those butterflies into moths, moths that ate away at the bleeding heart that now sat still in your chest.

“I apologize MC really but, I just don’t swing that way. I really hope you understand.” You understood, alright. You understood by storming out of the coffee shop, letting your anger mask your sadness as the tears fell and blended in with the rain that came with the oncoming storm. Months passed, and you began to cope with the fact that she wasn’t ever going to like you, no matter how much you wished it.

Yet that thought was quickly crushed, when she asked you to meet at her place alone.

She was drunk, and you knew as her breath fanned across your face, the smell of vodka overpowering as you helped her stagger towards her bedroom. You both were meant to talk, but she didn’t want to do so as she grabbed the collar of your shirt and pulled you in close. She was ready, ready for the kiss as she laughed and locked her arms around your neck, cheeks flushed red as she sighed in content.

“You know, I always thought that I couldn’t be swayed out of my sexuality, yet here I am. How crazy is that? How crazy is it, that I genuinely fell in love with a person like you.” She really pulled you in now, and she was surprised when you pulled away. You had been over her for about a month now, and her sudden lunge at you didn’t make you feel any different as you cleared your throat and backed away.

“Jaehee I’m sorry but, I don’t feel that way about you anymore. Things would have been different back then but now? I just can’t…” When you turned back to her she was passed out, breathing steady as a single tear fell down her cheek. Maybe she was faking, or maybe she really was asleep. But either way, you both knew that she was going to have a heavy heart and a lonesome hangover the next morning.

Jumin

You knew it was far fetched to tell him how much he truly meant to you, what with your backgrounds differing on such a large scale. But you knew Jumin; after the two of you growing closer, and how you had showed him what it was like to really process his emotions, he’d told you that background and social status didn’t matter much to him anymore.

That just, didn’t apply to you.”

“I am extremely flattered by your kind words and feelings, but I simply can’t return them MC. I’ve always felt you to be a sibling to me, and nothing more.” He didn’t mean to come off as harsh, and the logical side of you knew that to be true. But your feelings still hurt, majorly so as you accepted what he said and asked to be taken down from his penthouse and to your car.

You both didn’t speak for about three years; even having lost touch as his company grew and you worked in a local shop to keep yourself living comfortable yet not too extravagantly. You’d come to realize that maybe being with someone as high status as Jumin wasn’t really something that you wanted; you’d grown accustomed to the simple life.

That is, until a large limo pulled up outside of the shop you worked at.

Instantly you knew that it was him, and his tall broad figure that stepped out of the car with his dark sunglasses was enough confirmation as you felt your entire being fill with a friendly warmth. Sure you had gotten over him, but that didn’t mean that you didn’t miss who he was as a friend. You had left the building first, running up to him and jumping into his arms as you felt his chest rumble with a chuckle.

“So nice to see you again, MC.”

You brought him inside and went on your break, the two of you talking for almost two hours as Jumin paid off the rest of your work day by giving your manager over one million won to keep them satisfied for the week. You appreciated the gesture, even if it was too much for your liking.

“I came to find you because I need to tell you something MC. That confession you made all those years ago…I should have never rejected you. Being away from you has made me realize how much I truly loved you and appreciated you, and I wanted to know if you still felt the same way.” Your brows furrowed as you felt the melancholy feeling of unrequited love form into a ball in your stomach; maybe this is how Jumin felt when he let you know that he wasn’t interested.

He took it fairly well when you told him that you couldn’t return those feelings, yet he let that stoic expression leave as soon as he got into the limo, heavy tears falling down his cheeks as he sniffed. You weren’t with him when he cried, but deep in your heart you knew it was happening as you sat in the back room with your head leaning against the cold wall.

Saeyoung

He already knew before you even had the chance to tell him. He knew it was wrong to cut you off as you prepared to tell him how you felt, but if he didn’t do it now, he would have to deal with your emotions feeling much worse if he let you ramble on.

In a way you kind of wish that he let you do just that, because getting cut off while trying to deal out your emotions was the absolute worst thing he could do to you. Your breath had cut short, feeling hurt as he simply turned his back on you and crossed his arms.

“MC I’m sorry but, I value our friendship more than anything. To ruin it…I don’t know. I don’t think I could handle that.” You got the message; he really, wasn’t all that interested in you. That was okay, really it was. It’s not like you could force him to feel any different towards you if it wasn’t meant to be. But he could have been way less indifferent about it, and since he wasn’t going to say another word, you decided to leave it alone.

“Okay…thanks anyway, Saeyoung. I’ll see you tomorrow.” You said that, but you knew that you both needed some time away to deal with how quickly that situation turned negative.

You didn’t think that “some time” would turn into almost five years.

The both of you made efforts to reconnect, but something always came up. Either he had to work, or you just weren’t in town to where you could meet up comfortably. You didn’t know it, but ever since that day he thought about you constantly, how he missed being able to go to your house within an instant and talk to you about the things that bugged him.

Or how when he needed advice you were just one phone call away, yet now it was almost impossible for the two of you to stay on the phone for more than three minutes. He missed you more than anything in the world, and he wished that it didn’t take him five years to realize that maybe, it wasn’t just your friendship that he found to be lacking in his life.

He wanted you, and he was going to make it known as he shut off his computers and made sure that when he met with you, time and inconvenience wouldn’t be an issue. Frankly, you were surprised when he showed up during your lunch break at work, begging to speak with you as you nodded and immediately put your food away.

“MC I know this is random, but I’ve put a lot of thought into it and I’ve come to realize that I like you, a lot. Before you say anything, I don’t mean as a friend. I mean, as more—”

“Saeyoung I’m engaged.” All hope that he had was gone, his brows furrowing as he gripped his stomach that churned wildly with hurt as he sputtered.

“W-What?”

“I’m…I’m so sorry.” You didn’t know how to face him after that, grabbing your things and leaving him as you came up with an excuse to your boss as to why you had to leave. He still stood there, shaking his head with a sad smile as a tear fell down his cheek. He should have never waited this long to tell you.

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14,16 for tom???💖💖💖💖🍗

Pairing: Reader x Tom

14 - “You can’t solve all your problems by hiding in bed all day.”

16 - “I know when you’re lying.”  “Yeah, how’s that?”

Originally posted by spiderholland

You heard the door creak, as you were tucked under the blankets that were currently hiding the sun from your face. It was well past nine in the morning, to some that’s normal. But to you, it felt like wasting a whole day sleeping anytime past nine. Your boyfriend had opened the windows, revealing the sun that already was heating up the duvet as it casted down into your apartment.

“Good morning, love.” You heard him speak softly from somewhere in the room. You made no motive to say anything back. Though, you weren’t upset with him, or anything. You were just simply not in a good mood. Everyone is allowed to have a bad day.

“Babe,” he cooed, closer to you now. “I brought you some tea.” He said. His loving voice persuaded you from under the covers. You poked your head out, the bright sun making you squint up at him. Your messy hair fell over your face, making him snort.

“Don’t laugh at me.” You said, pouting up at him as he came to sit on the edge of the bed beside you.

“Sorry, you look adorable.” Tom soothed, placing the tea cup on the bedside table. You watched him curiously for a moment before laying your head back down on the pillow.

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Seventeen Reaction to them making you cry during a fight

A/N: This is my own personal opinion, I’m not saying that the boys are like this, I don’t know them. I’m just not about those unrealistic imagines where they’re too nice and coddling you; from what I know through being a fan, this is how I think they’d be. 

Seungcheol/S.Coups: It would be your first fight and neither of you would know what to expect from the other. You’d always seen Cheol as this loving caring character so it honestly surprised and scared you when he yelled at you. He immediately reigned himself in and regained his cool but tears were already pricking at your eyes as you gaped up at him, not knowing who it was that stood before you right now. “Shit… Y/N I’m sorry…” He would honestly feel so helpless bc all he wanted to do was just coddle you and make all your sadness go away but dammit he was the cause this time. You guys would probably have a far more reasonable conversation after that, working through whatever the problem was.

Jeonghan: Jeonghan just strikes me as a super bitter person when he’s mad like if he was really mad he would go after something you were insecure about just because he knew it would hurt you even if he didn’t mean what he said at all. And so you and Jeonghan would probably be having the worst fight of your entire relationship and you guys would be screaming profanities at each other. At one point Jeonghan would just take it too far and you wouldn’t reply, staring at him in disbelief. You were trying so hard not to cry all this time but you couldn’t help it anymore. Jeonghan would immediately sober, “N-No.. I’m sorry…I swear I didn’t… I didn’t mean it..” He would whimper and immediately step towards you, his heart breaking when you stepped away.

Joshua/Jisoo: Joshua seems like he’d be really cruel when he’s upset too but more of in a petty way. Like I think he’d be the type to continuously bring up old stuff while you guys fought. And you’d cry more out of frustration than anything else because you weren’t sure how much more you had to do for him to forgive you for things in the past. “Are you really trying to cleanse your own guilt by bringing up my old mistakes!?” You would yell, tears streaming down your face. His face would sober slightly and he’d clench his teeth, upset but realizing he was in the wrong too. “Can we just not talk for like 5 minutes..” he’d whisper as he hugged you tightly, “Can we both calm down before we talk about this again?”

Jun/Junhui: I feel like if he’s gotten to the point of yelling then this fight is something that has gone way too big; Jun seems like a calm person that tries to make peace as much as he can. Even if he did yell though, even before he saw you cry he would sober, realizing that he needed to calm down. Jun seems like the kind of person who never raises his voice, so for him to do so would surprise even him. The sobering would only speed up if he saw tears in your eyes. He seems like the type to just pull your head into his chest and sigh to himself, holding you. “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have yelled… We’re not going to come to any sort of understanding by yelling at each other,” and he’d cup your cheeks, making you look up at him, “I’ll order takeout, lets just sit and talk okay? Communication is the key to relationships or the heart of relationships– whatever you know what I mean!” 

Hoshi/Soonyoung: Honestly I feel like whatever her did would be an accident. Soonyoung just seems like he’s not prone to yelling at people or anything but he’d probably be kinda inconsiderate if he was stressed about something. Like how he didn’t listen to Minghao’s idea lol. Like you’d probably need to discuss something important with him like you would understand if this was like you had a bad day and you need to vent like he can’t drop all his responsibilities for you just because you’re sad but this is an important thing like idk maybe you two are moving in together or your dog is sick idk its important. And he’s just not taking you seriously he’s just like “Later Y/N, this is really important okay?” and you’re so fed up and you’re just “So is this!” “Listen this is my job, you have to be more understanding about this, I can’t compromise this okay?” and you’re just looking at him like so betrayed and you’re tearing up “But you can compromise me… Okay.” and you say it so softly like you’re not understanding why he’s making you out to be the crazy person. And this kid finally sees clearly like oh no… tears, those are tears, I caused those tears oh no. And he’s like “You know I didn’t mean it like that..” “I know… but sometimes that’s really what it feels like..” And he tries to explain but you’re like no i want a real proper discussion so you finish whatever it is you need to do for work and then we’ll talk. 

Wonwoo: The type of man that is probably really good at the silent treatment. Like you both probably had a very passive aggressive back and forth until a silent cold war began in the house. He wouldn’t speak to you, he wouldn’t stay if you came into the room, he wouldn’t even look at you. Honestly he knew that he was being immature but it was one of those things that he had already taken too far and now he wasn’t sure how to stop. Besides you were probably even more mad at him now and if he went and talked to you after this grand show that he had put on, he’d be sacrificing his pride wouldn’t he? It wasn’t until you grabbed his arm as he was trying to leave, your voice shaking as you looked at him teary eyed, “If you’re going to act like I don’t exist then at least break up with me so I can get closure.” and that gets his attention real fast, man is whipping around like what break up what no “I don’t want that..” “Then talk to me! At least look at me for god’s sake!” and that’s how you guys end up having a heart to heart about whatever problem you were fighting about and potentially both of you end up crying. 

Jihoon/Woozi: It’s a long standing cliche that Jihoon works a lot and all the fics portray him as someone who doesn’t give him s/o enough attention. Truthfully it’s not that he doesn’t give you enough attention, its that he’s just stretched so thin that he doesn’t have time to show you how much he loves you sometimes. You’ve always been understanding about this, you’d never ever complain and only encourage him about it; but that just made him too lax in giving you his time. Maybe a month would’ve gone by and you wouldn’t have seen him once, his texts were always brief and his phone calls practically nonexistent. You wanted to be understanding but you had limits too. You’d call him, hoping that you could have some sort of discussion but almost minutes into you calling he immediately goes “Oh Y/N can I call you back, something came up.” and he’d be using a bluetooth so he wouldn’t hang up, he’d just start doing whatever it was that came up. You would assume he had hung up and couldn’t stop the tears that pricked at your eyes, “seriously…” you sniffle, “let’s just break up Lee Jihoon, you can date your job instead.” and you’d say it so bitterly, assuming he wasn’t there anymore but he’d be frozen on the other end, feeling sick to his stomach “Wh-What…?” and then he’d try to get out of the office to see you but if he couldn’t he’d force you to at least FaceTime him. 

Seokmin/Dokyeom: I don’t think he’d make you cry in the sense that he says something that makes you cry. With Seokmin it’s probably a slow rise of things that are happening but he seems like the type to always pretend that everything is okay; he might think that the only way to not lose you is to never fight. Seokmin also seems like the kind of person who hates confrontation so even if you try to bring it up he’d probably dodge and just make it seem like everything was okay. Inevitably that leads you to thinking maybe you’re the problem and that maybe you’re just too sensitive. And one day you just snap, you just start crying and you can’t stop. Luckily it was a day off for you that day but you were supposed to spend it going on a date with Seokmin. When you cancelled on him with a really flimsy excuse, he immediately went to your place. His hand would hover over the door but he pulled it back and just fished out his spare key to your apartment, not knowing what was wrong with you and not wanting to make you get up if you were sick or something. Walking in on you clutching your pillow for dear life, sobbing your heart out would make him panic in all sorts of ways. He’d probably just stand there frozen as he softly called out your name. You’d panic, acting like you weren’t just crying and one second you’re asking him how he got in and the next you’re in a warm hug, holding you tightly like you were were only thing keeping that person alive. You guys would talk eventually but a lot of it is just hugging tbh y’all have a bonding moment. 

Mingyu: He seems like he’d try to just smile and be like “why are you being like this..? Calm down..” whenever you tried to fight with him. He also seems like he takes criticism a bit to heart so whenever you tell him anything you’re worried that he’s going to get really insecure about it. And its frustrating for you. Usually you just try to take it and stop getting upset but it honestly made you feel like you were being unreasonable or psychotic every time but it wasn’t his fault either because you tended to never criticize him so when you did it seemed like it was out of the blue. You two have a very bad communication situation please work on that. But yes anyway so one time he says this and you literally lose your mind like you just start tearing up and you crouch on the ground like hugging your knees like you’re sniffling and just in a crouched position and he’s !?!?!?!? and like slowly walking up to you like “Hey… hey please don’t cry.. I’m sorry..” but tbh he has no idea what he’s apologizing for until you whisper “I’m not crazy.. stop acting like every time I say something I’m being crazy and unreasonable..” and hes very ??? “I know you aren’t crazy.. I just don’t think fighting helps and that we should talk about it” “But we don’t! You tell me to calm down and then we pretend everything is just dandy!” and that’s how you guys have your first ever proper discussion and put it all on the table. You grow as a couple tbh. 

Minghao/The8: I don’t think it would be from an actual fight. Minghao sometimes tends to take his jokes too far and while he immediately makes up for it when he realizes he might’ve hurt the person’s feelings, if you’re not the type to immediately show on your face that you’re upset he might think you were okay with it. Especially if you laughed and said something back like you probably didn’t want to make a big deal out of nothing and come off as sensitive so you’d try to play it cool. But one day you may just be having a bad day and he’d say something, not realizing that you weren’t feeling well and you’d blow up. “Do you have to be like that all the time!? Am I not human? Do you think I don’t have feelings?” and he’s just staring at you like shellshocked because where is this coming from, what did he do, oh god are you crying– “I-I was just kidding.. I didn’t–” “I know it’s my fault for not saying anything but how can I we’ve only been dating for a few months and I didn’t want to come off as crazy or sensitive but I have limits okay…” and you’re just rubbing at your eyes angrily because you feel like you’re throwing a fit and you feel crazy and sensitive. But then Minghao is cupping your face and walking close till he can rest his forehead on your comfortably. “You’re not crazy or sensitive. If something I do hurts you, you have to tell me, how am I supposed to be a good boyfriend if I’m hurting your feelings all the time? I’m sorry okay? I swear I don’t mean any of it. Pinky promise.” 

Seungkwan: Seungkwan is your biggest supporter, he’s everyone’s biggest fanboy. But usually everyone doesn’t reciprocate back to him the way he cheers them on. Everyone loves him, but they don’t always show it. And that’s why he makes you cry, not because he hurts you but because he just looks so pitiful as he pours his heart out to you, admitting that it hurts him when you don’t cheer him on or congratulate him and he realizes that it’s not like everyone can be as extra as him but its still unpleasant when all someone says is congratulations. And you can’t help but cry as you hug him, not realizing that you had been hurting him all this time. Out of the two of you Seungkwan had always been the more exuberant one and you didn’t realize that he was expecting it back but you vowed to do better from that day forth. 

Vernon: I just can’t see him making anyone cry? Like he’s just too soft of a person? If anything he’s the one that’s crying? I dunno man.. If he were to make his s/o cry it’s probably like a you’re both just so stressed and its tears of frustration because he just can’t seem to get what you’re saying; you’ve reiterated your point about 10 times already and he still doesn’t understand why you’re upset and you’re at your wits end and ready to scream. And so you start crying because if you’re like me you cry when it gets too much. Your fight would probably pause with you telling him to forget it and walking out on him. The poor boy probably wouldn’t get why he was in the wrong until he went and asked his members tbh. 

Chan/Dino: He seems really old for his age. Not old, that’s mean, mature, he’s mature for his age. And because of that sometimes he finds what his older members do to be quite childish and kind of sighs at them like “Hyung wyd.” Like he’s still a bright child that knows how to have fun don’t get me wrong; its just sometimes it feels like Dino could blend into Hyung line and people who don’t know svt that well wouldn’t be surprised if you told them he was one of the older ones. So if his s/o was a person that had moments of hyperness, if he was really tired, he’d sometimes put a hand on your arm like “Y/N why are you yelling babe” And so it would honestly just be a huge misunderstanding; he’d do it a few times in one week and you’d start wondering if he found you annoying. You’d probably try to stop it all together but you’d have a moment of too much excitement randomly and he’d laugh and ask you to stop yelling and you wouldn’t know what came over you but smh you’re tearing up and Chan is sat up like !!! shoot what what did i say omg. “Sorry.. I just.. I can’t help it sometimes.. I know it’s annoying.. I’m sorry..” and hes like ??? what do you mean? Its not annoying my head just hurts right now???? And you all talk about it finally basically the moral of this entire post is, talk about things with your s/o if you want a healthy relationship.