i just break down and cry

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So. What I can say about Rumu is that it was one of the most difficult and rewarding roles I’ve played.

I can say that, at one point, I sat in my car on a break because I needed a moment to clear my head after what we’d just recorded. At another, I laid down on the floor of the booth and thought long and hard about my life.

When I auditioned for this game, I knew it was special, but it wasn’t until I started recording the script that I realized just how special it was. The storytelling was so powerful that I very nearly cried while recording (and only couldn’t cry because of the character, but boy I wanted to let go).

And that’s about all I can say about Rumu. For the rest, you’ll just have to play the game.

I’m about to blow your minds:

Klance au:

Aristotle and Dante Discover the Secrets of the Universe (by Benjamin Alire Sáenz)

I’m making myself cry. Guys if you haven’t read it I HIGHLY RECOMMEND IT!!!! Just to give y’all a quick summary:

“Dante can swim. Ari can’t. Dante is articulate and self-assured. Ari has a hard time with words and suffers from self-doubt. Dante gets lost in poetry and art. Ari gets lost in thoughts of his older brother who is in prison. It seems like Dante, with his open and unique perspective on life, would be the last person to break down the walls that Ari has built around himself.”


Seriously. Read it.

A New Life

Part One

Summary: Your family is killed while you are out celebrating Fall Break with some friends from college. You’re about to take your own life when the Winchester boys come rolling in. They turn your world completely inside out, but along the way you discover a new purpose in hunting and a love you never even dreamed could exist.

Words: 1,978

Warnings: angst; talk of death and attempting suicide

A/N: I’ve never really written anything before, so please be nice if it’s terrible and ridiculous. It was kind of just a therapeutic thing for me to write. I was having a bad day and it made me feel better to think of Dean and Sam coming to the rescue. :) Feedback and reblogging or whatever is welcome! I’m new to Tumblr, so I’m still figuring out what to do.

(P.S. I’m a Dean girl through and through, so eventually this will be a Dean x Reader.)

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You look out over the river and watch the current as you try to calm your anxious mind. The scenery really was beautiful. It was a cloudy autumn day, and you could see over the treetops that a storm was heading your way. You close your eyes, take a deep breath, and inhale the fresh autumn air. Being here was almost peaceful and, had you been in a better place, you might have enjoyed the moment. You shake your head as unwelcome memories start creeping into your mind.

You hear tires screeching behind you, but you still don’t open your eyes. You try to ignore the opening of car doors behind you as you try to fix your focus back on the sound of the rushing water below.

“Hey!”

“Excuse me!”

You hear two male voices calling out to you at the same time. You take another deep breath, and try to ignore them before you lose your nerve.

“What the hell are you doing? Get down from there before you fall!” One of the voices said. You could hear them running up behind you, but you didn’t care. You stayed planted where you were on the edge of the bridge.

“Dean, cool it. That’s not going to help.” The other voice said. He turned his attention back to you and spoke softly. “Hey. I’m Sam, and this is my brother, Dean. We just want to talk to you for a sec… Can you tell us your name?”

You take another breath, and slowly open your eyes. You look out at the trees, taking in all the warm colors of the leaves. You glance at the water below. It feels a lot higher up than when you first got here, and you can feel yourself slowly unraveling and losing your nerve.

“Hey.” You hear Sam’s soft voice again.

You glance behind you and notice the one that said his name was Sam is a few feet behind you to the left. He’s holding his hands up, and his face is wary as he tries to reassure you that he’s not a threat to you. You turn and look over your right shoulder to see his brother, Dean, also a few feet away. His jaw is locked, and he’s staring intently at you. His body is tensed, and you get the sense that if you made a move to jump, he would be ready to close the gap between you and try to intervene.

“Can you tell us your name?” Sam repeats again. You take another deep breath, looking away from both of them out at the water again, as you hold on to the railing with one hand. “Y/N.” You reply in a whisper. You’re fighting the urge to cry again as tears begin to prick the corners of your eyes.

“Y/N. That’s a nice name.” Sam says in a soothing voice as he takes another cautious step toward you. “I know you don’t know us, but we just want to help. Can you get down and talk to us?”

You let out a long, shaky breath you hadn’t realized that you’d been holding in. You begin trembling as all of the events of the past few weeks come crashing back down on you. The grief and depression you repressed all morning was starting to suffocate you. Your tears betrayed you and started silently rolling down your face. “I…can’t.” You choke out.

Your mind was racing. You didn’t know why, but you wanted to be able to tell them what happened. How you’d lost everything. How you didn’t really want to die, but you just couldn’t stand living anymore. How you wanted them to save you from what you were considering doing. But the words wouldn’t come.

“Y/N. Talk to us. Please… We just want to help.” Sam spoke again. He was trying to sound calm, but you heard the hitch in his voice. You glanced over one shoulder, then the other to see that both boys had gotten closer. They froze, not wanting to push you too far.

You swallowed hard, as the tears continued to roll down your cheeks. “I…” You trailed off. It felt like your heart and lungs were being crushed. Your knees buckled beneath you, and you swayed as your emotions came rushing back to the surface. In the same instant, you felt Dean’s strong arms wrap around your waist and pull you off the railing of the bridge. You went limp in his arms, and crumpled into a heap on the ground. You felt like you were drowning, and you could no longer hold in the sobs that rocked through you.

“Hey, it’s alright… You’re okay, Y/N.” Dean said as he held you in his arms on the ground. You turned and continued to sob into his chest as he gently rocked you back and forth.

“Is there anyone we can call for you?” Sam asked. You shook your head and began crying harder. Sam furrowed his brow, and you could tell he felt bad for asking the wrong question.

The boys sat with you until you started to calm down; Dean cradling you protectively in his arms as Sam held your hand. When the tears slowed, you tried again to speak. “They’re…gone.” You whispered. “My family. A few weeks ago…they were my whole world. I have nothing left… I don’t want to live in a world where they don’t exist.”

“Y/N, I’m so sorry…” Sam trailed off. The three of you sat in silence for several more minutes until you found that you could cry no more. The need was still there, but you had cried so much lately that your eyes felt like they’d dried out.

Dean unraveled his arms and sat back so he could look at you. “How’d you get here, sweetheart? There’s not a car remotely close to here. Did someone just leave you out here alone?”

You shook your head. “Last night, everything was just… too much. I decided I didn’t want to fight anymore.” You drew in another long, shaky breath. “I couldn’t fight anymore. I realized how completely alone I was in my motel room and…something in me just broke. My car wouldn’t start, and I couldn’t sit still anymore, so I just started walking.” You bit your lip as you realized you had no idea just how far you’d walked, or where exactly you were.

“So here’s the thing,” Sam said, pausing to choose his next words carefully. “I don’t think you should be alone right now. Could we give you a ride? Maybe we can go back and get your stuff, and you can stay with us for a couple days. You know, just so you don’t have to be alone. We were just passing through town and our…job finished a couple days early. We don’t have anywhere to be right now.”

You tried to reason with yourself that you should be more worried about the consequences of being whisked away by two strangers you just met, but at this point you didn’t care. You felt numb. You were physically and emotionally exhausted, and you figured that anything would be better than continuing to lie here on the side of the road. 

Besides. They had just saved you from what could have been an impulsive and permanent decision. You felt like you owed it to them to try, and something about them made you think you could trust them. You felt safer already with them here. 

You looked up at Sam and nodded once.

Dean scooped you up and carried you to his sleek, black car. As he helped you into the back seat, they asked what motel you were staying at. You answer, but you can feel the exhaustion from today catching up with you. The last thing you remembered hearing was the engine roar to life as you drifted off to sleep.


You woke up later to the low hum of voices. You were disoriented for a moment and unsure of how you got to be on this unfamiliar motel bed. With a sinking feeling, everything came flooding back to you. But before you could dwell on that, the boys noticed you stirring and came to sit on the other bed across from you.

Dean piped up first. “How’re you feeling, kid?”

You sat up, hugged your knees to your chest, and shrugged. “It still doesn’t feel real.”

“Do you want to talk about what happened?” Sam asked. He hurriedly added, “You don’t have to. But we’re here to listen if you wanted to.”

You hesitated, but felt like they were genuinely concerned for you. Again, you had a nagging feeling that these were people you could trust. Even if they were strangers.

 “I was out of town.” You said quietly. “I…found them when I got back. My family.” They waited patiently for you to continue. “It was horrible. I got home late on a Friday night after hanging out with some friends from undergrad… It was the middle of the night because we had closed down the bars. I was going to spend the rest of the weekend with them before Fall Break was over, and… Walking through the door I could just feel something wasn’t right, you know?” You were whispering now, and you started to cry again as you recalled the scene from just a few weeks ago.

“I found my dad first. In the living room. His rifle was a few feet away… I’m sure he had heard whoever it was and tried to protect my mom and little brother. There was just… blood everywhere. Every time I close my eyes, all I can see is that night in my house. I grew up in that house. It was… it was my family. I should have been there, I should have…”

By this point, you were sobbing again. Sam came to sit by you on the bed, and put his arm around you. “Y/N, you couldn’t have known that was going to happen. And if you had been there…you would be gone too.” You knew he was trying to choose his words carefully, but it still knocked the air out of you to hear someone reiterate that your family was gone.

“You know the worst part?” You asked. “They still haven’t caught the person who did it. I mean… they said it had to be some sort of serial killer, but that was the last I heard of it.” Suddenly, your temper flared and you started shouting between sobs. “What kind of sick, cruel bastard would do such a thing?! My family is GONE, all because of some sick Halloween freak that gets off on murdering people!”

“Sick, Halloween freak?” Dean is confused.

“Yeah. It was like something out of a horror movie. Like he’s got some sick cannibal or vampire fetish. Every one of their throats were torn up, like… teeth marks. Can you imagine someone biting… he just…” You couldn’t talk about it anymore. The images that came flooding back made you sick and again you felt the desire to end your life and escape this pain.

Sam opened his mouth, then closed it again. Finally, he said, “Like… it was as if someone bit their throats?”

You nodded. “More like…tore their throat apart rather than a bite…but yeah.”

Through your tears, you saw Sam and Dean share a look. “Y/N… I’m so sorry. I hate to ask you to talk about it anymore, but…”

“But, what?” You sniffed. You didn’t want to talk about it anymore. You wanted to find a way to erase the horrible images etched in your mind.

Dean leaned toward you, resting his elbows on his knees. He glanced at Sam, then back at you. “Y/N… There’s some things you should know about what’s out there in the world.”

shouldvehadatveit  asked:

More Dad!Ceo! Tom: Tom finds the two of you at home, sitting on the couch with baby Holland curled up on your lap totally asleep from all the crying with tear stains still covering their cheeks. Tom catches one glimpse of the two of you & his heart breaks. You help put Baby to bed; Tom walks you to the door. Before you can leave, Baby comes flying down the stairs with fresh tears crying, 'Mommy don't leave me' You drop to your knees, pulling them to you. 'Okay baby, its okay I wont leave'

yeah so i’m officially just gonna leave beCAUSE I CANT HANDLE THIS WHAT THE HELL ITS FUCKINF AMAZING

CEO!Tom Night

Infp Struggles #8

  • A lot of people have told me they’d be there for me when I’d break down. But people just say that and dont really follow through, because they dont anticipate what a real emotional/mental breakdown looks like. I get that it’s intense but the reality is I’m not emotionally stable and if i disclose this to you and explain an episode in depth, please dont promise me you’ll be my shoulder to cry on if you dont mean it.

Venting Sadness

Sometimes in life we need to be strong in order to deal with life hardships. As such we try not to break down so we can make it through these trials and tribulations. Other times though you just can’t hold in those emotions and you have to let them loose. It is OK to cry if your sad :’) it will make you feel better once all that weight is off your shoulders and you can handle your stress better. If you need to cry more than once do it because sometimes what you need is a good cry. I know I did today and I’m feeling a little better. This situation post Maria is hard but I and the people of this island are going to pull through! Count on it! Mweh!

Dear whoever is reading this,
I know things are hard right now and you’re going through so much and I know you might think that there’s no way around this but things are going to get better, you’ve probably heard this about a thousand times and you’re sick of it but life can’t be like this forever. One day, all your problems are going to fade away, all these things that you worry about now aren’t going to mean anything as time passes. You will get better and I’m not saying that you won’t have to face more problems later on, because you probably will, but there will always be a solution. Please don’t hurt yourself and please don’t kill yourself, someone loves you more than you think, even if you don’t know it. Focus on the people who listen to you, not on those who hurt you, surround yourself by positivity and don’t give up, keep standing tall and just know that sometimes it’s ok to fall apart, it’s okay to cry and let everything out, you’re only human and breaking down doesn’t make you weak and sometimes we just need to remind ourselves of that. I hope that a few years later, you’ll wake up with a smile on your face and you’ve forgotten about everything that has been holding you back, that you’ll be able to smile a real smile again and know that everything is okay again and I hope that’ll you’ll feel happy again. Please don’t give up, please don’t lose hope.

not so cute mental illness things:

• do I want to fuck you, or just steal your personality?

• actually fuck you for being better than me I’m just gonna sabotage you

• feeling like you’re not Tragic enough anymore when bad things happen to people you know

• breaking down in public with everyone watching you, and being cognizant of how irrational you are but you can’t stop

• so hyper empathetic that you cry at everything

• *an hour later* “the world could burn before my literal eyes and i could not care”

• those abusive people you finally cut off, but still stalk on social media (and then have a panic attack that someone who treated you badly still has a normal life and people who love them)

• “that post is TOTALLY about me” (it’s not) *vagues them back for 3 weeks*

• literal petty fits when people block you before you can block them

• “hey are you mad? did I do something?? no really, are you mad at me???”

• “i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m sorry i’m s-”

The Ultra-Scientific Study of Winchester Wall Slams (& More) – Seasons 1 – 12

aka - A Comparison of (Randomly Chosen) Violence Against Dean and Sam

aka THE MOST IMPORTANT BAR CHARTS I HAVE EVER CREATED

Once upon a time, I just wanted to get a firm count of how many times Dean got slammed into a wall (or  the ground, or other things). @obsessionisaperfume suggested I also track Sam getting choked or getting hit on the head – which was a good suggestion, since those are things that Sam is known for. I eventually decided to track everything for both brothers, and that’s when things got… interesting.

The charts below are the culmination of months of work (which was me watching the show and making ticky marks in a notebook, which I then entered into a spreadsheet). I am attempting to keep my commentary to a minimum, instead allowing all of you draw your own conclusions from the results. (However, there are a few places where I can’t help making a comment because I’m chatty.)

There are several different ways I can present this data, so there is a slight chance that this may be part 1 of 2. 

I hope you enjoy them as much as I enjoy Dean getting slammed into walls.


We begin with the Wall Slam, which, as many of you know, is my favorite of all types of randomly chosen violence. 

Wall Slam Criteria: A brother must be thrown or pushed into a wall by an outside force (such as a physical shove, telekinesis, etc). For this purpose, a ‘wall’ is defined as a wall or something relatively flat that is resting directly against a wall (such as a mirror or a bookshelf). A bookshelf that is in the middle of the room is not considered a wall, though - those are classified separately, as ‘other.’ Closed doors also count as walls, regardless of whether or not a brother is thrown through the door. (Glass is certainly a popular material for doors. Rich people, man.)

For most of the series, Dean was the reigning Wall Slam champion, clocking 11 straight seasons of winning the non-existent Wall Slam competition. In season 12, however, Dark Horse Dabb certainly made a statement in his first season as show runner: Sam, for the first time in series history, was thrown into more walls than Dean. 

* The reason for the 0.5 slam for Dean is due to a half-wall/half-ground slam that occurred in episode 12x10.


When a wall is not available, the ground will suffice.

Ground Slam Criteria: A brother must be thrown or pushed into the ground by an outside force (such as a physical shove, telekinesis, etc). ‘Ground’ is defined as the ground or a floor.

Despite Sam taking the Wall Slam crown from Dean in season 12, Dean continued his winning record when it comes to the ground. Dean has been slammed into the ground more than Sam, winning 9 seasons to Sam’s 3. 


Other Slam Criteria: A brother must be thrown or pushed into anything other than a wall or the ground by an outside force (such as a physical shove, telekinesis, etc). This is including (but not limited to) fences, people, tables, and piles of trash.

Season 1 is the outlier, being the only season where Sam was thrown into things other than the wall or the ground more times than Dean; Dean has an 11-season streak going since season 2. If there’s a thing, Dean will likely be thrown into it. 


Choked Criteria - A brother must have something (usually hands, but may also be rope or cord) wrapped around their neck or they must have otherwise lost the ability to breathe. This includes when dick angels take away a brother’s lungs, or when a demon pretends they’re Darth Vader and force chokes a brother. 

I am now convinced that the reason Sam has such a reputation for being choked is largely due to the 1st season, where he was choked several times and Dean wasn’t choked at all. Dean has actually been choked more times than Sam throughout the series, winning 7 seasons to Sam’s 5. 


Hit on Head Criteria: A brother must have been hit on the head by an object other than a fist (because if I had tried to keep track of them getting punched in the head I would have run out of paper).

Hit on Head Criteria Exception: I counted a hit to the head by a fist when the fist hit resulted in unconsciousness.

This was especially interesting because there is an apparent pattern with the changes in show runners. Kripke was showrunner from seasons 1-5, where Sam was reigning champion of the head hit until they finally tied in season 5. Seasons 6-7 were run by Gamble, and Sam still reigned supreme. When Carver took over for seasons 8-11, and then Dabb in season 12, Dean was then consistently smacked on the head more than Sam. 


Now let’s add all Wall Slams, Ground Slams, (Other) Slams, Chokings, and Head Hits together. 

There is one firm conclusion I can draw from this: Sam was beaten up more in season 1, and then Dean became the favored punching bag for all show runners. 

I’d like to also present the exact same data with a different visualization:

What are your predictions for season 13?

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[Casual Affair (Live in Seattle) - Panic! At The Disco]

rip this is probably the most pAINFUL live video (besides the northern downpour ones)

A little backstory to why it’s painful and why ppl think it’s about ryden:

1. this was performed in Seattle. so seattle to start with already screAMS ryden. ryan always talked about how he wanted to settle down in seattle, same w brendon. ex when he changed the lyrics in that green gentlemen to “i never said i’d leave seattle, i never said i’d leave this town. seattle is also what people believe inspired northern downpour. for ryan’s 21st birthday, he spent it in ny w/ his girlfriend while brendon was in seattle. however ryan actually flew to seattle to see brendon that night (wearing the same clothes) and were spotted by a fan @ a restaurant and stuff idk ?? so seattle meant a lot i guess. also this song is about an affair, maybe and affaIR IN SEATTLE since ryan had a girlfriend back then


there i just summarized all the fan theories. honestly u can just see brendon break down during this whole performance like he’s crying and he looks fucking pissed and that last “whoa” was so broken???? its fucking heartbreaking yall sorry it’s 1am just thought i would share bye now 

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I was not expecting NU’EST W to break down and cry the way they did

Everything seemed fine, then as soon as they were about to sing Hello 2017 ver, Baekho mentioned their hardships and all the “incidents” (for him of course, the rumours about him, and the tragic sudden passing of his father, Rest in Peace), and this is when the other members lost it seeing Baekho cry, and they started crying themselves.

I thought they were just nervous because they haven’t done a proper performance in over a year and were scared to cover Minhyun’s parts. But it seems they were holding a lot more inside, a lot of pain, and suddenly let it all out in the end.

Jonghyun said how hard the past almost 6 years have been, they all did. They thanked their fans over and over again, they still think they are living in a dream. Ren even posted in the fan cafe today saying that at times all the members wanted to quit and run away, but Loves made them fight through it.

I really wasn’t prepared for them to cry like this, I haven’t seen all of them (Minus Minhyun) cry like this since JR’s letter in 2014 to the members. Baekho’s pain was enough to make the other members unable to control themselves, they are so deeply close it’s like their reactions are connected.

JR and Ren crying I wasn’t as shocked about, but to see Aron as well as Baekho… I’m still in shock. 

When they performed Hello 2017, they did so while crying, JR’s rap and Baekho’s vocals gave me chills. He put his whole body and soul into his rap, I felt all four of their emotions so deeply- this was the most emotional performance they have EVER done

I felt their pain of being apart from Minhyun, Baekho’s personal struggles and everything they have been through for so many years, all compiled into one hell of an emotionally overbearing performance.

Today marks a special day in history for NU’EST, not only a complete music chart reversal. But today feel’s like closure. It feels like they let all their pain and emotion out today, in order to be stronger tomorrow. They reminded us they are 5 members today as well. 

I think I am finally able to accept Minhyun is in Wanna One because the NU’EST W members have accepted it.

I cried a lot today. From now on together with NU’EST, we can be stronger tomorrow, and fight even harder for their dreams to come true.

Context: our half elf fighter and two halflings just convinced a bunch of goblins that they were also goblins

DM: okay they buy it what do you guys do

Halfling 1: I drink some of their alcohol

Halfling 2: I try to look at their prisoner

Half elf: I hug the goblin

DM: you what?!??

Half elf: I hug the goblin I rolled an 18

DM: ummm okay you hug this goblin and the goblin just breaks down crying in your arms

Half elf: I rub his back in small circles

When Jarvis says “it is my diagnosis you experienced a severe anxiety attack” it-it was amazing. And tonys quiet little “me?” was the coolest thing. I’ve just-ive never felt so amazed at something and so proud about a movie in my life. The realization that “yes, they’re going there” almost made me break down crying. Iron Man will forever be my favourite trilogy and favourite character and I blame that scene, when they stepped up and made a superhero someone so painfully real that I felt what he was feeling. Amazing.

Keith/Lance, set immediately after the keith vlog cause I’m emotional and want bby to be comforted sooo hurt/comfort. 

Lance perks up when the control room doors slide open, it’s finally his time to shine; finally his turn to get behind the camera and mesmerize their audience. He stands up when Keith comes out, smiling at him, but Keith charges on by, his expression twisted; his eyebrows furrowed and lips held in a tight line.  

The smile drips off Lance’s face, replaced by confusion, he watches as Keith raises a hand to his own - scrubbing at his eyes. 

“Hey!” Lance calls after him, and Keith turns, his eyes wide with surprise; and there’s something else about them, too, they look a little wet? “How’d it go?” he asks, still trying to puzzle over Keith’s expression - is the vlogging really that bad?

Keith quickly drops his gaze, looking down at the ground. “Uhh, fine,” he says, and waves distractedly behind him, back the way he was headed, “I’m gonna go train, or just you know sit in my room. I’ll go to my room, I think, but training helps me clear my head and focus. I - yeah, I’ll see you later, Lance?”

Lance’s eyebrows draw together in concern, watching Keith stutter over his words. “Hey, man,” he says softly, ignoring Keith’s plans to ask, “You okay?” He reaches out a hand, putting it on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith, almost unconsciously, leans into his touch. 

“Yeah,” Keith says, his voice cracking a little on the word. “I’m fine. It’s just -” he chokes, then groans in frustration, bringing his hands up to cover his face, “Ugh, this is so stupid.” He quickly rubs at his eyes; he wants them to stop burning, and for his throat to stop feeling like it’s all clogged up, he wants to stop feeling like he’s going to break even if he just tries to talk - he doesn’t want to cry

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Annon:
Hi I don’t know if you can do a bill Skarsgard imagine like bill brothers come to visit you two and you an bill have a little fun at night😉😉and in the morning his brothers tease you both about how loud you are and bill was defending you and yeah ejeje thank you!! “Smut” please thanks!       

@harleysgothamonline
Hello, desperate fangirl here! Could you possibly do an imagine where the reader and Bill get into a huge argument just having a screaming match and they are both screaming and crying and she’s hitting his chest out of anger, and then they both make up by kissing passionately and cuddling. It’s okay if you want to pass on that idea, I promise I won’t be butt hurt lol.

Warnings: Language, smut.

A/N: I hope you don’t mind that I mixed two request, I’ve changed the roles just a little. This is my firs time writting smut and I really sucks… sorry about that, I‘ve tried my best, sorry for my horrible english.

Pairing: Bill Skarsgard x Reader

Title: “You moan like a princess”

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“Stop yelling, Y/N, my siblings are in the next room” Bill whispered trying to stay calm despite his girlfriend still yelling at him without reason

“I DON’T CARE THEY’RE IN HERE BILL” She yelled furiously, feeling her heart beating faster against her chest  

“Why are you so angry, Y/N? WHAT DID I DO NOW?” he asked without understanding, twining his fingers in his hair, starting to feel desperate.  

“I SAW YOUR CELLPHONE” She confessed with tears in her eyes “I SAW YOUR MESSAGES WITH THAT SLUT, BILL!”  She felt the bitter tears begin to slide down her red cheeks. Bill looked at her, he was furious, his girlfriend had been snooping on his cellphone without permission

“WHY DID YOU CHECK MY PHONE, Y/N?” He asked angrily, starting to yell too

“OH MY GOD! I JUST FOUND YOUR MESSAGES WITH ANOTHER WOMAN AND YOU…  Oh God , I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, BILL!” She tried to look at him, but tears clouded her vision and she felt how her heart break into a thousand pieces. Bill stayed quiet, looking at who he believed was the love of his life, crying furiously in front of him and he felt like the worst human being.

“I’m sorry” He whispered with a broken voice, approaching her, trying to hold her, but she walks away

“YES, YOU SHOULD SORRY” She kept yelling, not with anger but sadness

“Y/N, it’s not what you think, nothing ever happened with her” He tried to hug her desperately and she hits him on the chest

“I’m not stupid, Bill” She hits him again trying to get away from him, but he was holding her tight

“I know you’re not, Y/N, please” He begged with tears in his eyes “I love you”

“No, you don’t” She sobbed as he embraced her

“Hey…” He whispered and takes her chin with his fingertips “Look at me, my love” Y/N turned to see him, Oh God! She loved his green eyes “You have to believe me, I would never do anything to hurt you” He said more relaxed

“But I saw the messages, Bill, you can’t deny it!”

He sighed heavily.

The truth was that in the last few months, Bill had been planning his marriage proposal to Y/N, and his best friend had agreed to help him with it, the messages really could be misunderstood because they just talked about meeting in certain places to talk about it

“She was helping me to plan my marriage proposal” he confesses in distress “Now it’s all ruined, but I don’t care because I don’t want to lose you Y/N” he walked to the dressing table and take the fake flowers from the clay vase, he reached into the vase and pulled out a small black box.

He went back to Y/N and showed it to her “It’s not as I had planned it, actually Gustaf and Alex were here to help me with it but… damn it! You’d to be a psycho girlfriend, dear!” Y/N looked at him in puzzlement, with one hand covering her mouth, feeling the stupidest woman on the planet, she was trembling and couldn’t control it, Bill rested his forehead on hers; she could feel his warm breath and breathe his favorite cologne that she loved it so much, chamomile and mint, she looked into his eyes “be my wife” he whispered opening the little box

“Oh my god”

“is it a yes?”

“Yes” She whispered almost inaudibly.

Bill took the ring and put it on her finger. He kissed her,  holding her tightly by the waist, but it wasn’t a romantic kiss, it was one full of desire. It wouldn’t be the first time they ended up having sex after an argument.

He was much taller than her, but Y/N manages to take a small leap by wrapping her legs around his waist; Bill walked with her and they lie down on the bed while still kissing

“Do you want to go out to dinner? Or do you prefer to stay and kiss to see how this continues?” He said between kissed. Y/N looked at him and responded with another kiss even more passionate than the previous one.

Her hands had begun to play with the buttons of his shirt, unbuttoning them one by one until completely removed. She loved to see him like that, she adored his milky skin and his Adam’s apple moving every time is swallowed, she loved his dilated pupils giving a special touch to the green of his eyes, and his velvet lips, Dear God.

Bill had taken her dress off along with her dark bra, his kisses had begun to run down her neck and shoulder making her gasp slightly, his velvet lips begging to fiddle with her left nipple making her squirm under him and panting wildly, his right hand low up brushing the thin fabric of her underwear, feeling as she began to get wet just for him, her thighs trembled.  

Y/N tried to control her hips, but she was desperate to feel some friction, so she took his hand and guide him inside her panties, he began to touch her gently rubbing her clit, she struggled not to moan to loudly, after all Bill’s brothers were in the next room. He slides his fingers inside her and she twisted her neck letting exposed to him, he couldn’t miss the opportunity to kiss it and suck it slightly causing it to form a small hickey that would disappear soon.

He stopped touching her “What happened?” She asked confused “Why did you stop?”

“It seems you aren’t enjoying what I’m doing” He replied, whispering in her ear. His warm breath crashing against her skin, excited her even more.

“Your brothers are in the other room, Bill”

“I thought you didn’t mind, sweetheart” He tested her, lifted one eyebrow playfully as he licked her earlobe, making her moan softly.

“Bill, please” she whispered

“I want you to scream my name” He slip another finger inside her and felt her scratching his arm.

“Bill” she whispered breathlessly as he began to move his fingers inside her, she moved her hips and moan against his neck “more…” She begged him

“I can’t hear you, sweetie”

“Fuck me, Bill” She begged, biting his jaw gently and arranging to unbuckle his belt and remove his trousers, touching his prominent bulge, he groaned at her touch and without thinking twice she moved her hand inside his boxers taking his erection.

“Shee-it, Y/N” He settled between her legs and gently slide inside her as he kissed her hardly, he lets out a small groan as she scratched his back in response, he started thrusting faster and harder

In a quick movement, Y/N was on top of him, riding his cock and scratching his chest with every movement she made, Bill held her by the waist to gain the most stimulation with each stroke. He loved her, he loved her waist, her messy hair and her breasts moving to the beat of both.

She began to feel how the heat grew inside her and her calves began to tingle, as it happened every time she was about to reach an orgasm, she also felt how Bill’s muscles began to tense beneath her… “Y/N” He groaned as he clutched her breasts and took her neck to draw her closer to him and kiss her with passion finally thrusting their both into a climax.

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Y/N and Bill were in the kitchen making breakfast, they heard footsteps and laughter in the hall, Gustaf and Alex appeared and sat on the kitchen counter in front of both

“Good morning guys” Y/N greeted them while turning a pancake with the spatula

“Good morning, Y/N” replied Gustaf “How about last night guys?” he asked as he serve a cup of coffee, Y/N and Bill cross glances and laugh “I mean… we heard you arguing”

“And other stuff” Alex joked

Y/N felt her cheeks begin to turn pink and laughed nervously, she knew these two too well and they wouldn’t hesitate to joke “I don’t know which one is noisier, if my brother or his girlfriend” mocked Alex and Bill turned to see him angrily

Gustaf let out a loud laugh “Bill you moan like a princess”

Y/N laughed and watched Bill’s jaw began to tighten

“I mean… Dad would be very disappointed in you, brother” Alex stood up to reach a mug

Y/N laughed and walked over to Bill “Let him alone guys” She said, wrapping her arms around his neck “I love your moans baby, don’t mind them” she confessed giving him a kiss on his lips and gigglin.

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MASTERLIST

Bts’ Reaction to Your First Fight

Jungkook

• would probably say things to hurt you out of anger during the fight
• but would immediately regret everything he said afterwards
• this little muffin wouldn’t know what to do when you start to walk out the door
• “Please y/n, you have to believe me when I say that I’m sorry… I-I love you…”

Jimin

• gets scary when he’s angry
• he gets a little bit violent
• but when he sees that you’re afraid of him, it breaks his heart.
• because he could never hurt you
• he would beg you to forgive him, as he’s brought to tears
• “I’m so sorry y/n, please don’t leave… you’re all I have”

Taehyung

• would probably take his stress out on you and ignore your attempts to talk things out
• “If you hate me so much why don’t you just fucking leave.”
• but when you actually leave he breaks down
• he’d attempt to call and text you but you’d ignore it
• “Please answer the phone, y/n, I want to know that you’re safe. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean what I said. I love you.”

Jin

• would try really hard to talk things out afterwards
• would mentally break down knowing he lost you, his everything
• would possibly punch a wall
• he’d call you a thousand times, trying to make things right
• “I’m so sorry baby, please come home. You’re my world; if I lose you, I lose everything.”

Namjoon

• doesn’t usually get angry or start fights
• but when he does it’s scary
• he points out your biggest insecurity- and when he sees you start crying he regrets everything
• “I-I’m sorry y/n, are you alright?”
• he’d pull you in for a long hug
• “I didn’t mean it baby, I was just angry. I’ll never hurt you again, I love you”

Hoseok

• like namjoon, rarely gets angry with you.
• would attempt to ignore you but eventually his anger would build up and he’d lash out at you
• when you storm out, he’d realize what he has done and try to chase after you
• when he finally stops you, he apologizes profusely
• “Wait please, I know I messed up. I’m so sorry y/n. I know I don’t deserve you, but.. I love you, I always have and I always will.”

Yoongi

• he acts like he doesn’t even care
• rolls his eyes at you when you start to yell at him
• finally a tear rolls down your cheek, “yoongi, do you even love me anymore?”
• this would break his heart
• seeing the person he loves the most so hurt by his actions
• “Of course I love you, y/n. I never meant to hurt you baby, I’m so sorry. I love you more than anything, please don’t forget that.”

Familiar

Plot: It had been a few months since Park Jimin had learned a valuable lesson, but he was craving to meet the person who had taught it to him, even though he was still with his girlfriend.

Pairing: Idol! Park Jimin x Reader

Genre: MUCH Angst, fluff

Notes: There you go. Foreign 2. I ain’t writing more of this. You are lucky I didn’t kill off the reader or anyone. 2.5k Words

P.S. If you ask for more, I’m just going to ignore it because I hate writing more cliché bull. I love you all, but I’m a brat.

Foreign | masterlist

Originally posted by sosjimin

It was never the same. After he had met you, he stopped caring about his relationship, but tried so hard to do what he could to get the same spark he used to have. Don’t get him wrong – there was a spark, but it didn’t come close to the one he had with you. 

His bandmates had even noticed this change. It wasn’t obvious, but he had been with his bandmates for more than three years now. They knew about his behavior. It was less excitable when he saw his girlfriend, maybe he went over to her place more, but it seemed as if he was forcing himself to.

“Jimin, are you okay?”

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