i might not stop you guys lol

anonymous asked:

Don't get me wrong, I like you, but the fact that you say you're not worthy, don't know how to draw and that you don't deserve all of the love we give to you is upsetting because that's definitely not true. I wish you could stop that negative behavior you have and start being more grateful of your skills and the support we all give to you. Again, nothing against you, but people acting like that is one of my pet peeves

Don’t get me wrong, anon!! It’s not hate I’m giving to myself! In fact, I kinda like myself quite a bit and I don’t mind what other people might say about me.

I’m just being realistic.

True, I definitely know how to draw and I reach average levels. My comic is interesting, kinda, and I like it more than you guys do [or I would’ve stopped drawing it lol I do this because I love it].

But there are other artists who draw way better than I do, and I’m just saying they need more recognition than I do. My stuff is good, but not good enough for the level I want. Of course, regarding the dub, I just want other series to be in the spotlight [mainly cuz I’m a trashy fangirl, I swoon over lots of things, help me], but also because they’re more original than this comic of mine [ripoff of an AU that’s not even originally mine, anyone?], so it’s only fair that others get more attention first uvu


Did that make any sense? No real self-hate here. My garbage is good garbage ;D

Crows

A/N: I made this headcanon a little while ago and figured I might write some short little ficlets pertaining to it. Maybe after my studying is over I can sit down and write out an actual fanfiction, but for now I hope you guys like these little snippets because that’s all my brain has the energy for. Let me know if you guys hate this idea lol.


“Sasuke-kun, can we stop for a short break?”

Sakura takes the liberty of sitting down near a tree trunk before Sasuke has a chance to answer. They had been pacing themselves to the next village they planned to rest in for the night, but Sakura’s medical expertise told her that now wasn’t the time to be pushing herself. She rummages through her bag to find her water bottle.

Sasuke turns back towards her. They were only about a half hour away from their destination.

“Can’t you push through for another 30 minutes? We’re almost there.” His tone is gentle, but he’d prefer to get to the village before sundown so that they can secure a room for the night.

“I only need about 20 minutes, Sasuke-kun.”

“Sakura,” he starts, again, gently. “We’re really close. I think it’s best we continue on just for a bit more.”

“Oh,” the fearsome kunoichi states simply. “I didn’t know you were an expert in the negative effects over-exertion and dehydration can have on a developing fetus. My apologies, I didn’t mean to interfere with your plans.” Sakura examines her nails, an air of irritation beginning to surround her.

Sasuke closes his eyes, biting his lower lip and breathing in a bit more deeply than necessary. He exhales slowly before offering a solution.

“Let me carry you then.”

Sakura looks up at him sharply, narrowing her eyes.

“Why, Sasuke-kun? Do I look incapable just because I’m three months pregnant? Do you still believe I’m too incompetent to be accompanying you on your travels?”

He turns away from her this time, bringing his hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose, hoping for something to grant him patience. For the most part, Sakura’s pregnancy had been smooth sailing. The fact that she was one of the best medical ninjas in the world helped, and Sakura had mellowed out quite a bit from the time they had been adolescents.

Still, she was Sakura, and that meant she had her own tendencies to be stubborn. Pregnancy hormones only amplified this when the urge for her to be hard-headed hit her.

“No, Sakura. Let’s take a rest for 10 minutes, then.” He was hoping to get her to compromise here.

“30.”

“What?”

“30 minutes.”

“What about 20 minutes?”

“…Alright, I’ll settle for 20 minutes.”

It takes Sasuke a few seconds to realize that she originally wanted to rest for 20 minutes anyway. Internally, he accepts his defeat, sighing. Sakura contentedly enjoys a snack next to him.

It’s then that she notices a crow up in the branches of the tree she sits under. She may be imagining it, but the crow appears to have a certain gleam in his beady black eye, and for reasons she can’t explain, she winks at the bird before it flies away.

Even the birds knew that Uchiha Sakura had no problem getting her way.

GETTING BACK TOGETHER | Taeyong

- Taeyong is really shy in expressing his emotions

- like he rarely says “I love you” but when he does, it’s only in private and it’s enough to drive you crazy

- he expresses his love for you through hugs and kisses

- HE’S A GREAT KISSER

- HAS THE BEST AEGYOS BUT HATES DOING IT

- He’s also possessive

- like when he sees some guy talking to you or trying to flirt with you he gets really clingy until it leads into a fight with you and the guy

- you guys argue about this in some cases

- he’s just afraid to lose you

- but you still don’t get it why he has to be possessive

- “Dude, you have to trust her.” - Taeil

- “Trust is one of the key factors of a relationship.” - Johnny

- “Trusting is loving. Loving is trusting.” - Jaehyun

- “Hyung, she’s a keeper. Don’t lose her just because of your trust issues.” - Mark

- “Omg hyung, stop. She’s your girl. Case closed.” - Haechan

- he could be a beast when he gets mad… and also in bed. :>>>>

- one time, your ex bf came back and he’s asking you to get back together with him

- Taeyong found out about this in the most unconvinient time –> the time when his scamming and fat-shaming scandal got out and he’s being attacked by hate from the public

- his confidence went even more downhill

- and he got mad ofc because you didn’t tell him about the fact that your ex-bf wants you back

- “I didn’t wanna tell you because you’re gonna be like this!”

- “So it’s my fault now huh?”

- TAEYONG’S INTENSE EYES WOULD BE WAY MORE INTENSE BY 100000000000000000000000x

- oppa don’t be like that

- it’s so scary

- you can’t read what he’s thinking of doing next

- he’s just staring at you with those intense eyes

- EYES

- EYES

- HIS BEAUTIFUL INTENSE EYES

- you don’t know whether you’ll melt in warmth or quiver in fear because of his INTENSE STARING

- like dude, staring too much is rude; just say what you wanna say ffs

- “Stop talking to him!“

- “I already did but he just wouldn’t leave me alone!”

- “Liar. You still love him, don’t you?”

- with that, you felt offended

- not because you still love your ex but because Taeyong thinks of it like that - you realized that you and your love for him was never enough

- “Seriously? After all we’ve been through together, you’re gonna tell me that?”

- “After all the sacrifices I’ve made just to be with you… oh god Taeyong… am I not enough?!”

- “Jagiya, that’s not what I meant.”

- You broke down in tears as you look away from him

- you just can’t take seeing him right in front of you

- “Jagiya, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way.”

-OH TAEYONG BOI YOU’RE DEEP SHIT

- you finally look at him

- you tell him: “Let’s just end this Lee Taeyong.”

- and Taeyong’s left eye would just twitch in shock and annoyance

- have you seen his facial expression when he’s annoyed?

- he looks like one of those annoyed anime characters

- well he actually looks like a living anime like wth dude what are your genes made out of? Seriously?

- “What? You’re breaking up with me?”

- then he would laugh sarcastically

- “Fine. I don’t want to see your face ever again. Get the hell out of my face and my life!”

- he would be pointing to the door of their dorm and you get out while crying just as the other members go back into their dorm

- “You guys had a fight again?” - Ten

- “Well what’s new? They are always like that.” - Johnny

- “What happened?” - Jaehyun

- “I was actually expecting them to be making out on the couch as soon as we get here.” - Yuta

- Taeyong would just grumble: “We broke up.”

- “Seriously? Why do all my hyungs get into this kind of situation?” - Mark

- “This is why I don’t want to have a commitment just yet.” - Haechan

- “Yeah shut up Haechan. You’re not helping.” - Mark

- they were a little bit shocked but since they already know that you guys are having a tough time in your relationship, they kind of have expected that something like this would happen.

- 3 months passed but you’re still not over Taeyong

- you still cry about him and your break-up

- you thought that Taeyong had moved on because you can see him smiling and laughing on tv

- but nope

- it’s actually the opposite when he’s off-cam

- he rarely talks to his members except when it’s really important like rehearsals and dates for their performances/fansigns/photoshoots etc.

- when he’s back at the dorms w/ his members he just stays in his room

- when he’s out practicing with them, he would stay behind after their rehearsal

- he dances and dances until his body gives up just like you guys have both given up on your relationship

- even though he doesn’t admit it completely to himself, he knew that the break-up had taken its toll on him

- imagine, you guys had kept your relationship a secret for almost 3 years and then this happens

- yeah ikr it sucks

- you felt guilty for breaking up with him lol even I would feel guilty for breaking the heart of the poor leader of NCT

- Taeyong is life

- Taeyong is ❤

- Taeyong is everything!

- how can you give up on him??????????

- you wanted to talk to him but you’re afraid that he might reject you

- but little did you know that Taeyong wants to do the same too

- he also feels guilty for agreeing with the break-up

- he realized that he could’ve fought for your relationship better

- DUMB DUMB DUMB DUMB

- you guys are so dumb BUT CUTE

- you wanted him back so bad that you just cried

- Taeyong wanted you back as well that he wasn’t able to cook for the past 3 months because he remembers those times when he’d cook for you if you’re hungyry, sad, happy or just simply bored

- Eating different kinds of dishes was yours and Taeyong’s thing

- the other members didn’t have to worry about the food though because Jaehyun’s there to cook for them

- but they were worried for Taeyong because he rarely eats

- then one time, the thing that they have always been afraid off actually happened

- Taeyong collapsed in the middle of their performance

- like his fall was so bad

- he fell right off the stage and lost his consciousness

- they have to stop their performance and rush him to the hospital

- it was due to stress, mainly from his work and lack of proper nutrition like someone feed this child oh god

- and yeah, he broke his leg so the company decided to postpone their promotions

- Ten told you about this

- blinded by your tears, you immediately went to visit him

- but as soon as you got there, he’s sleeping - you kissed his forehead and mumbled, “I love you” to him

- it’s so cute that it broke the other member’s hearts

- they think that their leader deserves to have a healthy and strong relationship with his special someone

- Taeyong opens his beautiful eyes and was like “Oh, you’re here”

- The other guys left, allowing you to have some privacy

- Ten and Yuta were about to eavesdrop but Taeil caught them and pulled them away by their ears

- “You sneaky lil kids! Don’t eavesdrop on them!”

- But also eavesdrops along with them

- Really Taeil?

- Taeyong sits up and you just burst into tears and he’s just like wtf????? stop crying!!!!!!! the members might think i did something to you!!!!!!!! oml!!!!!!!!!!

- you apologize but Taeyong won’t let it go and even put you on a guilt-trip

-you felt even more bad

- BULLY TAEYONG LOL

- but then he just laughs it off and pulls you in for a slow and passionate kiss

- it’s been only 3 months since you guys called it off

- but for both of you, it felt like 3 decades

- and when your lips are clashed against each other, everything just felt right

- “can we try again?”

- “which one? The kiss or our relationship?”

- he smiles cheekily

- “Both.”


*******

I REALLY WANT TO TAKE REQUESTS FROM YOU GUYS SO PLEASE DON’T BE SHY/AFRAID TO ASK ME TO DO ANOTHER ONE ‘CAUSE I WOULD LOVE TO DO SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN. :)

"The Wrong Murphy" Tree bros fanfic Update!

For those of you who read my Tree Bros fanfic, “The Wrong Murphy”, I’m happy to announce that chapter 4 is finally done and has been published!

I’m very pleased with how the chapter came out, but I’m a little disappointed with myself since it’s not as long as I was hoping to make it. I’ve been dealing with a lot, and I explain it in further detail in my note on the chapter.

Either way, I hope you guys enjoy this chapter and that you continue reading, leaving comments, and giving feedback with ideas and what not :)

For those of you who haven’t read it yet, I hope you guys wouldn’t mind checking it out sometime. It would really mean a lot ^^ lol

Title: The Wrong Murphy

Link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/10686540/chapters/23664375

Number of chapter so far: 4/?

Ship: Tree bros; ConnorxEvan

Summary:
Evan Hansen had managed to stop Connor from running away with his letter, but ended up confessing everything to him. His anxiety, his feelings for Zoe, and how he really fell out of that tree over the summer. Connor realizes Evan might actually be the one person who can understand him. However, there’s the issue with the fact that Evan is head over heels for Zoe. Connor is going to show Evan that he fell for the wrong Murphy…

Veil

I think people are misunderstanding something. I’m taking this way back to season one when a few people thought she was acting out of character for giving Tilda the poison. She wasn’t telling Tilda “go kill the widow” it was more of like if you feel like you don’t want to be apart of the widows plans anymore then here is a poison. If you actually think for the slightest second about killing the widow then you know you don’t want to follow her orders anymore but if you don’t even think about killing her then Tilda wants to stand by the widow.

It wasn’t intended for the widow to ever get killed. Veil knew if she killed a baron people would go after her . I feel like Tilda’s character understood the reason behind the poison also because when MK was there she was questioning the widow a little and Tilda was unsure of herself. Odessa this season is making Tilda even more uncertain about the widow and Veil’s situation with Quinn too.

It wasn’t Veil being OOC but her giving Tilda a choice. Tilda made her decision to stay with the widow but look now she going to start questioning the widow motives. That’s going back to Veil explaining to Tilda the Widow isn’t really all that good. Tilda’s eyes are opening. Even if Veil didn’t give her the poison Tilda would still doubt the widow in the end.

Being boring?

As said before she’s the only doctor. Creates mimics. Can read. She might not be able to fight but she can outsmart people. Can’t expect all the women on the show to be the same.

How can some people honestly say “Oh I like how all the characters are different” and then say “Veil can’t fight she’s boring?”

Question! What’s the difference you like?

And also when I watched a few martial arts films way back the girls the main character liked couldn’t all fight. You’ll see them to the side crying to whoever the main guy is fighting telling them to stop and they weren’t boring to me. Veil doesn’t even whine lol I’m so confused.

  • Edogawa: It feels like I might have fallen in love with you! But you like... You did your best just for Karl and all...
  • Poe: Edogawa...
  • Edogawa: And now I can't stop sputtering like an idiot! Or something... Ahhhh... It's nothing... Aahh...
  • Edogawa: [Sobbing] It's fine.. I'm fine..

anonymous asked:

jaytimdick abo anon here, wondering if you'll do a part exploring the fallout after Tim's heat? Even a short bit exploring his feelings once he's conscious and aware of himself would be interesting!

Hi babe. Between you and @satire-please​, I will never stop this AOB thing, lol. Ah, your Ask finally got me motivated (every time I checked my messages, I would just STARE at it, so I finally gave in). As for the aftermath? Welp, I thought about making it an add-on to the last (maybe) chapter, but since you asked *cracks knuckles*

**

Dammit.

The last hit was a good one. Better than he obviously fucking anticipated (the guy usually with all the plans? Well, sometimes, he might get just a little overwhelmed when he’s been ducking and dodging a slew of crazy Bats. You know, self-preservation and such) because the owfuck? That shit is real.

But if there’s one thing he knows about crazy guys with guns? If they’re seriously out of options, they tend to make very stupid command decisions.

The jewel thief yells out and literally takes his sweet damn time to fist pumps when he catches the spray of blood arching from the Red Robin suit; the whirlybird to the face and subsequent TKO is pretty much the result of not watching out. Red doesn’t even feel bad. He even takes the unnecessary ten minutes to string the guy up from a lamp post with a sign for the police. He cleans up any spilled blood he can spot before it’s time to be out. The tourney would only keep the flesh wound achy until he could actually do something about it.

He ducks down the side alley of a nice little Italian place in New Jersey, making his way through a gap between slats before he fires the grapple instead of taking the rickety iron works (New York is the worst for upkeep, you know) to the roof, landing at a crouch, holding the spot on his side under the ribcage that is just thumping a pulsing red in the back of his brain pan.

A few swings, and he’ll be at his maintained safe house here in the Big Apple and can realistically do something about it.

The vibrating against his harness is just a nice little alert he may or may not have set up approximately 91 hours ago after he left two exhausted Alphas in his Perch, and he actually groans out loud, slumping in on himself a little even as his eyes dart to his immediate surroundings behind the whiteouts.

The device he cobbled together pings when it hits Bat-tech, looking for familiar signatures only someone with an inside peek could have calibrated; thus he’s been able to stay a step or two ahead of the game, keeping out of Bat reach long enough to get his head together after a very prolonged Heat that probably should have killed him outright.

If not for some people who are just want to help out an O in need—because Alphas have that instinct the second they pick out the scent.

Revealing himself to the family with a big surprise, I’m a male Omega that hasn’t had a Heat in over two years was really not how he’d wanted them to know. When the needs of his body finally overcame the scent blockers he’s worn the large majority of his life and the suppressants finally filtering out, the oh shit, panic button is why Dick Grayson met him at the Tower and refused to leave. When it became apparent Heat Mania was probably still going to kill him, Jason Todd rode in to his rescue.

Because, you know, Alphas do that shit for dying Omegas.

And the span of 91 hours he’d come to that comfortable conclusion. Just Alphas trying to get him back to the family making sure he lives long enough to do so. It didn’t make him any more happy about the situation, didn’t make it any better because there were some lectures and who knows what else waiting for him when (if) any one of them finally catches up to him.

Or, he could be worrying for nothing, really. Once they found out, once he got through Heat with the stamp of that guy’s alive approval, they might just have decided he could fuck off after all (who wants a defective Omega anyway?)

(“—strong, brave, and fucking beautiful—“)

(“—want it all, Pretty Bird. Gonna keep ya right where ya belong, where ya always shoulda been—“)

(gentle hands washing him, feeding him, holding him, taking him)

Don’t be a dumb ass. Alpha. Instincts.

So…he may have just left Dick and Jason to sleep it off in his Perch once he was lucid enough to realize what the fuck he’d let happen. And since there’s always crime time going down somewhere, it had been easy enough keeping himself out of range and pretty much in Black-Out mode from everyone. It gave him enough time to moan about the whole ordeal, get his head right about it, and be able to face any one of them without backing down.

Not giving up the cape

Not getting a desk job with O

Don’t need your pity or “care”

The spleen is still gone but thanks for looking out

Because the little reveal he hadn’t planned on could be the quintessential game-changer—months of getting better with the Bats could just mean fuck all if they really were just placating him the night his Heat hit and the slow, subtle push toward the “less dangerous” end of crime fighting would start. If B had a special system set-up in the Batcave with more and more I need you coordinating instead of in the field—if that shit started happening, it would be time to run.

(How is that any different than what you’re doing right now?)

There’s that, isn’t there?

All of it just meant he needed to get back out there and step back into the Mission, to keep his head occupied with taking down evil baddies while still proving he’s good, he’s had his own back for a while (remember?) and suddenly being an O isn’t going to change that shit.

He’d been over in Honduras, to search out some drug smugglers and kept moving on the down-low to end up back in New York City—a little too close to Gotham for his peace of mind.

But, hey, that’s what the Bat-tech radar is for.

And still holding his injured side, he pats himself on the back for the foresight before he’s on his feet again, moving to the next rooftop.

While he runs, leaps, flies, he listens for the subtle noises: a grapple re-firing, the pad of booted feet, the groan of ironwork when weight is introduced, any kind of lull in the normal night sounds of the city, anything to give him clues.

The building where his safe house is located gives the final one:

Through the window he sees shadows moving, a flash of blue (finger stripes in his mouth) and the glint off red metal (those hands taking him apart). His heart slams painfully against his chest, his body automatically reeling back from the two Alphas he had fully, totally submitted to. The Alphas that were the only ones capable of making him bend. He’d spent a majority of his life fighting his inner instincts to so soft and pliant under the attention of an Alpha, but since he’d submitted to them willingly, completely…he had no idea what they could realistically do.

The fear of not knowing, the fear of finding out the hard way makes his adrenaline kick up a notch, and he turns to run.

anonymous asked:

I feel like the new MyStreet episode was kinda bullshit. They legit made Ein into some asshole when he was some decent guy and they made him creepy. I'm not sure if this is happening because Aarmau or whatever but it seems like it.

I’m gonna tell you something– I never liked Ein. Didn’t trust that emo hair cut.

Tbh I’m happy with the twist LOL and idek with what jason is hinting at, looks like Aaron might be dead dead.

As in his ass ain’t coming back.

Now who’s gonna stop the JD of mystreet.

being with t.o.p would include...

For my girl, @maztherhacker for always making me pretty things, like my series banners. Let me know, though, if you guys want more things like this. I might go back to doing reactions, if that’s something you guys would like. So let me know!


  • Starting off casually dating because you’re both really busy people
  • But, before you know it, you’re including each other in important things and you’re spending a lot of your free time together because you annoy each other less than other people
  • The other Big Bang members calling you their parents cause lol T.O.P’s the oldest
  • Which doesn’t stop Seungri from flirting with you whenever he gets the chance but T.O.P lets him do it cause he’s cute and fluffy and not tall enough for you
  • Insisting you’re too mature for couple items but you probably have matching fancy jewelry cause you’re high class
  • Being able to talk through raising your eyebrows and giving each other looks so you can talk smack about other people without them knowing
  • Not showing a lot of skinship in public but being super cuddly when you’re alone
  • And all the KISSING. On your lips, on your neck, on your shoulders, just a-kissing everywhere~
  • Lots of dinner dates where he brings you somewhere swaggy
  • Hating the word swaggy cause wtf is that
  • Going to all his art shows even if you understand jack shit about art
  • He appreciates you trying, though, and that’s the most important
  • Taking a while before you move in together because you both enjoy your space
  • Knowing he loves you because he lets you rearrange his furniture and he doesn’t complain
  • Random dance parties in the living room where Choom Choom T.O.P comes out
  • Him watching you from across the room cause wow you’re amazing and he loves you
  • Either having really hot rough sex in the evening or sleepy fun sex in the morning
  • There’s no in between
  • T.O.P defying his name and letting you top him
  • Always touching in at least some way while you’re sleeping
  • Always waking up first and having to make him breakfast and he comes downstairs to decide you’re the most amazing thing ever
  • Like they’re just eggs bro, calm down
  • Insisting no matter how much everyone asks that you’re not getting married cause boo conforming to what society wants you to do
  • But then asking one day
  • “Wanna get married?”
  • “Okay.”
  • And registering your marriage without telling anyone
  • Then deciding like five years later to renew your vows and confusing all your friends when you tell them
  • Waiting to have a kid because T.O.P’s worried about being a good father
  • But he immediately turns into a pile of mush for his child and insists you always send him pictures whenever he’s away
  • In return he sends you pictures of Seungri sleeping cause why not
  • Always being that couple who stays together though people wonder why because they don’t understand
  • Growing into that old couple who watches shitty reality television together so they can snark the contestants but you’re secretly super invested in it
  • Waking up one morning and you’re sixty years old and you don’t even know where the time went
  • But T.O.P wakes up and sees you and smiles and you remember

Originally posted by epikcry

I Can’t Thank You Guys Enough!

8 thousand followers.
Wow.
I’m speechless, I don’t deserve this, oh my gosh.

Thank you so much! I REALLY CAN’T THANK YOU ENOUGH u pretty chicken dwarves. (omg is that really ur guys’ name now? lol) BUT HEY, I’M REALLY HAPPY THANK YOU THANK YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!! DO I EVEN DESERVE THESE MANY? I DON’T THINK SO, OHMY I’M JUST SURPRISED I HAVE THESE MANY FOLLOWERS WAAAAAAAAAAAH

THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart, I won’t get tired of saying thank you because I’m always thankful for this many i might have a stroke when I reach 10k tbh. LOL

THAT’s IT REALLY, SO THANK YOU PRETTY CHICKEN DWARVES (ok wtf is this name) ALSO! ATTENTION PRETTY- ok i need to stop calling u guys that u r all amazing human beings but!!!!! :

IF YOU’RE WONDERING WHY I HAVE ‘jxd’ beside my sign(?) it means that the post means a lot to me (like personal almost) :)) I know some people who just went through a break up and I write for them. They were really soulmates, but they had to leave each other to stop hurting, owwww :(( 

BUT HEY STAY HAPPY HUMANS. WE ARE ALL HAPPY HERE.

THAT’S ALL FOR NOW, I hope you enjoy the shit load of quotes i’ve been posting, again I’ve been writing for the people I know who just broke up so yeah :))

Best wishes in life human beings! Stay happy and kind, love you lots! Until next time! (and thank you… again.) xx

- P.G.G

    <3 

4

Robin: “Th- The only reason I am ‘small’ is because my bones, with me being of the avian kingdom, and because of this my bones are light to enable me to fly, but since I cannot fly they’re useless, and, if I might add, THE ONLY REASON I AM WHAT YOU CONSIDER TO BE ‘SHORT’!-”

Manny: “Yeah, like a little baby pigeon!”

Harry: “I’m taller than both of you. Now stop.”

Signs Stuck In An Abandoned Hospital

Aries: “Guys I don’t think this is such a good idea”

Cancer: “Would you chin up, you’ve been complaining the whole time”

Sagittarius: “Are there no lights in this place?”

*A little girl begins to scream*

Gemini: “Hey Leo stop being a little girl”

Leo: “What? That wasn’t me” *starts crying*

Libra: “Do you guys see these hospital beds? *starts jumping on top of them*

Capricorn: “LIBRUH CHILL YOU MIGHT BREAK YOUR NECK”

Aquarius: “Lol what’s going on i’ve been on my ipod the whole time.

Pisces: “Look what I found! it’s a dead body!” *screams*

Gemini: “There goes Leo again!”

Leo: “You got a problem? Don’t test me you’ll be just like this body.”

Aries: “Wait did any of you see Scorpio?”

Sagittarius: “Oh my god that’s Scorpio’s body!

*everyone begins to scream*

Cancer: “I’m sick of this, let’s just go ho- *gets killed by Leo*

Gemini: “Dude why did you kill Leo!”

Leo: “THERE’S NO LIGHTS I THOUGHT I KILLED YOU” *panics*

To be continued. @Zodiac.s on IG

anonymous asked:

Jonathan: Lucian! I found this interesting band and I thought you might like it! Lucian: Sure, why not, let's hear it. *Jonathan plays the music, which is Casual Bongos* OH LIKE HELL AM I TAKING A PAYCUT YOU PERVERTED ASS! *Punches Jonathan in the face and the music stops. Lucian blinks* Oh...whoops...Sorry, just a reflex... Jonathan: I think I'm ok...*mumbles* I don't think I'm that kinky....

Oh my. LOL

anonymous asked:

Ok stop it guys, before I get ultra, and you know he'd be mightily pissed off. Also do you think your characters might meet ultra sometime? It would be pretty weird yet cool if they met, maybe one tries to pin or attack ultra and he's like "Lol, nope noob" and smacks them away

Thank you so much!!! Dear god, its nice to know that there is one anon friend that ain’t all about OMG PG and ultra fucking or Eve and Ultra fucking its yucky. No. Nononononononono
And if ultra don’t mind rping that I would love to. What you think my dude?
@ultra-the-god

Stiles/Liam- You Still Owe Me A Dance

Request-  Actually, yeah I do! Why don’t you have the reader realize she deserves better despite how much she loves Liam. So she starts dating someone who actually likes and respects her. Liam is sexually frustrates because she’s stopped sleeping with him. Liam finally realizes and does the right thing and you can decide if the reader takes him back of thinks it’s too late. Is that a good idea for part 2? Or is that too much? lol

A/N- It wasn’t too much and I actually really liked the idea, although I might have made it a little too teen-angsty. So yeah, this is part 2 to this Liam imagine. As promised, it is the 23rd and I’m now back to writing, but as many of you did, I learned Teen Wolf’s final season is coming up. I’ll post tomorrow about what direction the blog will go in and what will happen once the show is over. Enjoy guys! 

Tires squealed in your driveway as Stiles pulled to a stop, looking over at you with a pained expression on his face. “Sorry about that. He’s a handsome devil, but he’s old.”
He patted the dashboard of his jeep with a smile and you couldn’t help but laugh. Stiles looked up at you, slightly flushing at the smile on your face. “Is that weird?”
You smiled. “Yeah…but I think it’s kind of sweet how much you care about this thing.”
Stiles grinned. “Good, cause if I’m taking you out again, you’re going to be in this jeep a lot.”
“Again?” you asked, raising your eyebrows in surprise. “You want to go out again?”
Stiles blinked. “Of course. Do you…do you not want to? Because it’s totally okay if you don’t. I mean, I get it. I’m probably not your first choice, but I really like you.  And if you don’t like me as much, I totally understand.”
“Stiles, no,” you assured him quickly. “I…I really like you. I just didn’t think…”
     You trailed off, not quite sure what to say to him. After fooling around with Liam for so long, you were well aware of how little you meant to him. When you had promised to keep the whole thing a secret, you hadn’t realized how much of a toll it had taken on you. Keeping it hidden for so long had eaten away at you until you finally spilled your guts to Lydia one night at a sleepover.
      When she had given you a lecture on the moral questionability of even being involved with someone who was cheating, you had rolled your eyes, but known that she was right. No matter what Liam said, you were confident Hayden would have found out eventually, and as Lydia had also told you, you didn’t deserve to be nothing more than booty call.
“You’re so much better than that, Y/n,” she had insisted. “I’m appalled you even thought that you weren’t worth more.”
“Well it’s not like I have anyone else pining after me,” you had grumbled.
“Uh, not true,” Lydia had informed you with a raised eyebrow. “I happen to know someone very interested in you. Very.”
“Come on,” you had complained. “You trying to get me to date isn’t going to cheer me up. Besides, I don’t think I can handle another asshole, even if this one is single.”
“Oh, he’s not an asshole,” Lydia promised. “He’s probably one of the best guys I know, and I know a lot of guys.”
“Lydia-” you began.
“Just give him one chance,” she had cut you off. “Please?”
“Why are you so invested in my life?” you wondered.
“Because I want you to know that you deserve better than Liam,” she told you. “I’ve also never had a little sister and I need someone who will listen to my advice.”
She had smiled at you then, her green eyes wide and expectant. You knew she was kidding about the last part to try and cheer you up, but also that she was dead serious about the first one. As much as you didn’t want to believe her, Lydia had a point.
“Fine,” you agreed. “But only one date.”
      That was how you had ended up going out for icecream with Stiles that warm fall night. Much to your surprise, you had more fun with him than you had ever had with Liam. It was a short date, but in the little time you did have, you realized that you had been a bit jaded when it came to relationships. Not every guy was like Liam, you realized, especially not Stiles.
      He had been the perfect gentlemen all night, holding the door for you and paying for the icecream. On top of that, he hadn’t failed to make you laugh with his awkward but charming humor. You found that unlike Liam, Stiles actually wanted to talk to you and cared what you had to say. It was with him that you truly realized how messed up your relationship with Liam had been…if you could even call it that.
      “You didn’t think what?” Stiles asked, drawing you out of your thoughts.
      “I guess I just didn’t believe you were that interested,” you admitted. “Lydia likes to hype things up and then-”
      You paused, afraid that you were about to give away Liam’s secret. Lydia was one thing, but you weren’t sure about Stiles. Stiles still took note of it though and being the observant guy that he was, he could tell something was bothering you.
       “What’s wrong?” he asked. “I know you don’t know me that well, but if you want to talk, I’m all ears.”
Stiles was looking at you with those kind brown eyes and it suddenly didn’t matter how well you knew him, because you knew he was being sincere. You really liked him and if you wanted to go out with him again, you realized it would probably be best for you to be honest with him. That might not have been something you had excelled at before, but after all, there was a first time for everything.
“Okay,” you said hesitantly. “But you can’t tell anyone, Stiles. This thing…it would hurt people.”
“Hurt people?” he repeated. “Physically?”
You shook your head. “Emotionally…and you might not like me very much after I tell you.”
Stiles shook his head. “Y/n, nothing could make me do that.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to say,” you said softly.
Stiles gave you a small, comforting smile. “I don’t have to. I know you’re a good person.”
A good person. Those words echoed in your head and you suddenly felt an anxious lump forming in your throat. God, Stiles had no idea what you were about to tell him. He was looking at you so expectantly and you knew that whatever perfect vision he had had of you before was about to be shattered.
“Y/n?” Stiles asked, his expression suddenly morphing into one of concern . “Are you okay?”
It was only then that you realized tears were welling up in your eyes, and the fact that Stiles seemed so worried only made the waterworks worse.
“I’m a horrible person,” you admitted as tears began to drip down your cheeks.
“Woah, hey,” Stiles said, leaning across the center console of the jeep to pull you into his chest. “What’s wrong?”
“Liam was cheating on Hayden,” you explained, your voice cracking. “And…and I only know that because he was cheating on her with me.”
You expected Stiles to push you away in disgust or start to lecture you like Lydia had, but he only held you there as he spoke softly. “For how long?”
“A few months,” you whispered.
“God, you’ve been keeping that to yourself for that long?” He asked.
“I told Lydia last week,” you explained as you pulled away from him slightly. “And…and she told me that I was worth more than that. And I decided that she was right, so I called it off. Liam was mad, but I just couldn’t do it anymore. I’d rather get hurt than have someone else get hurt because of something I did.”
Stiles was silent for a few moments, but then he said “You’re not a horrible person.”
“What?” You whispered, looking up at him with wide eyes.
“You’re not a horrible person,” he repeated. “You obviously called it off because you care about the consequences. You care about people getting hurt, Y/n, and maybe what you did was wrong, but you stopped. Doesn’t that count for something?”
“I don’t know,” you said softly. “All I know is that I was stupid. I wanted Liam so much that I never realized how little I meant to him.”
“Well,” Stiles stated. “Lydia’s right. You deserve a hell of a lot better than Liam. And I might not be that person, but you shouldn’t think that you deserve some lying, cheating jerk.”
You smiled sadly, wiping the last of your tears from your eyes. “Thanks, Stiles.”
“And maybe,” he continued hesitantly. “If you wanted to date someone who wasn’t a lying, cheating jerk…well, I’m always here.”
You blinked. “You…you still want to date me?”
“Of course,” Stiles told you. “I told you that wasn’t going to change how I feel about you.”
“You’re sure?”
Stiles nodded and grinned at you. “Positive. Besides, homecoming is coming up soon. I don’t exactly feel like going stag this year and it couldn’t hurt to have a beautiful girl on my arm.”
You blushed at Stiles’ words. “Okay then.”
Stiles reached forward and patted your hand, the one resting on the seat beside you. It was a small gesture, but it made your heart skip in a way Liam never had. What was happening between you and Stiles wasn’t passionate lust, but something much more meaningful. And as you sat there for the few moments before you went inside, you figured that this was better.

“Hey, Beautiful.”
You smiled to yourself as Stiles spoke from behind you and leaned down to peck you on the cheek. You shut your locker and he pulled away slightly, staring down at you with that goofy, loving smile on his face. It had been two weeks since your first date, but there was no denying that you were both smitten. You had been hurt by Liam’s indifferent attitude, but Stiles was slowly healing those wounds. You had no doubt that he cared about you and you were quickly beginning to forget about Liam.
He, on the other hand, hadn’t forgotten about you. That much was obvious as he glared at you and Stiles from down the hall, gripping the lock on his locker so tightly that the metal was beginning to buckle.
He remembered that night he had come over to your house, expecting to do nothing more than what you usually did when you were together. After you had answered the door with a deep frown on your face, he realized that wasn’t the case.
“I can’t do this anymore,” you had stated. “This is wrong.”
Liam had scoffed. “What are you talking about? No one is going to find out.”
“It doesn’t matter,” you had insisted. “It’s-”
“Did you tell someone?”
“Maybe,” you admitted. “It wasn’t Hayden, but she would have found out eventually. I’m stopping this before that happens.”
“Y/n, come on,” Liam begged. “You don’t know what’s it like being with her-”
“Then break up with her!” you had practically screamed. “God, I’m so sick of you acting like you’re the victim when you’re the one cheating on her! I don’t care how bad you think she is. It would break her heart if she found out.”
Your voice had begun to soften, but Liam was just getting started. For a long time, you had been one of the best things he had, but now you seemed to be slipping from his fingers.
“You can’t do this to me,” Liam stated angrily. “You’ll be alone!”
You had narrowed your eyes and only then did you see how manipulative he had always been. “I think I’d rather be alone. Now get out.”
You had totally cut Liam off, ignoring the few calls and the mountain of texts he had sent you. You seemed to want nothing to do with him and after you had brushed him off, he was constantly frustrated and angry. Hayden had pointed it out a few times, but it was easy to blame it on his I.E.D.. Even though she was his girlfriend, Hayden was the least of his worries right now.
Down the hall, you were grinning and laughing uncontrollably at something Stiles was saying. You were doubled over as he rambled on, and Liam couldn’t block out what his senses were telling him. You looked happy, you sounded happy, and hell, you even smelled happy. That was just too much for Liam.
The loud crunch of metal hit his ears, and he look down to see that he had crushed the lock in his hands. He quickly peered around to see if anyone had noticed, but no one seemed to have heard the buckling metal. Groups of kids were passing through the hall, other students were still rooting through their lockers, and you were still there with Stiles, smiling in a way that Liam had never been able to make you smile.
He finally snapped, letting the lock fall from his hands as he headed down the hall toward you. He was sick of watching you slowly fall in love with Stiles when it was his arms that you should have been in. He stalked over, fingers gripping the straps of his backpack tightly.
You couldn’t see him coming with your back to him, but as you wiped the humorous tears from your eyes, you noticed the look on Stiles’ face.
“What?” you asked as you caught sight of the accusing look in his eye.
Stiles frowned as you, looking at you almost apologetically as he nodded over your shoulder. You glance back, feeling a sick twist in your stomach as you saw Liam coming toward you.
“Hey,” he said, shooting a glare at Stiles. “Can I talk to you for a second?”
You frowned in response. “Liam-”
“Y/n,” Stiles said, leaning closer to you in a protective way. “You don’t have to talk to him.”
Liam’s eyes narrowed, flicking from you to Stiles. “He knows?”
“You’re damn right I know,” Stiles informed him, leaning down. “You didn’t know how lucky you were Liam, and Y/n realized she deserved a hell of a lot better than you.”
“Oh and that’s supposed to be you?” Liam growled.
“Liam,” you scolded. “Stop it.”
You swallowed thickly, turning back to the taller boy next to you. He looked down at you with concern in his eyes, gauging your reaction. “Stiles, could I talk to Liam alone for a second?”
Stiles looked back toward Liam, eyeing him in disdain. “You sure?”
You nodded. “I’ll see you at lunch.”
He nodded reluctantly and headed down the hall, glancing over his shoulder the whole time, just to make sure you were still okay. A small smile graced your lips at his worry, but Stiles had no need to be concerned. When it came to Liam, you weren’t holding back.
“Why are you even talking to me?” you asked him quietly. “Hayden could show up any minute.”
“I don’t care,” he informed you. “So you’re with Stiles now? I wasn’t good enough for you, is that it?”
You blinked, shock blanketing your face. “Liam, I wasn’t good enough for you. You always wanted to talk about how awful Hayden was with me, but you weren’t going to break up with her. I was sick of being second best.”
“You were never second best,” Liam hissed.
“Well you could have fooled me,” you told him bitterly. “You never actually cared about me as a person, Liam.”
“That’s not true!” he cried.
“I don’t believe you,” you told him plainly. “You have Hayden and you can’t have me too, Liam.”
You turned away, hiking your bag up higher on your shoulder, but before you could step forward, Liam grabbed your wrist. “Please. Y/n, just wait.”
“Let me go,” you snapped, jerking your arm away.
“I-I miss you!” he told you quickly. “Y/n, I never meant to hurt you. I’ll tell Hayden, okay? I’ll tell her everything and then we can-”
“Liam!” you hissed. “You don’t even know what you’re saying. Look, whatever we had before, it’s over. I’m sorry, but I don’t feel that way about you anymore.”
“What?” Liam asked, his voice cracking slightly.
You shook your head softly. “Go back to Hayden, Liam. If you’re not happy, that’s you’re problem, not mine.”
You finally turned away, leaving him standing there in shock as you walked away. He had seemed hurt and sincere, but you knew he was only this upset because he had seen you with Stiles. You weren’t going to run back to Liam just because he had sworn he would break up with Hayden for you. You were done being that girl for him and you certainly weren’t going to run back into his arms.
While you knew that for a fact, Liam was sure he could win you back. He was determined to get you to come back to him and as you stalked away down the hall, he swore he was prepared to do anything to get that to happen.

You walked into lunch composed, but you were simmering with anger under the surface. You couldn’t believe Liam had the audacity to say he would break up with Hayden, now of all times. It pissed you off to no end that he would break someone’s heart just because he was jealous, but the minute you walked over to your usual lunch table, that anger melted away. Stiles was sitting there with an open seat next to him, one that was no doubt reserved for you.
As you came closer, he looked up from his macaroni and met your eyes, concern splayed across his face. The minute you sat down, he didn’t hesitate to ask “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” you told him quietly. “Liam was saying all these crazy things, like how much he missed me and how he was going to break up with Hayden.”
Stiles raised his eyebrows. “You’ve gotta be kidding me. What did you say?”
“I told him I’m not that girl for him anymore,” you explained.
Stiles knew you were trying to act casual, but he could tell Liam’s words had affected you. “Hey, you don’t have to worry about him. You did the right thing.”
“He was using me,” you said softly. “And at first I was okay with being used, but now that I’m not, he’s suddenly head over heels for me. I tried to end things, but this is going to follow me around forever now. I’m always going to be the girl that he used.”
“Y/n,” Stiles said softly, reaching out to place his hands on your shoulders. “That’s not who you are. You’re so much more than that, okay? You might have made a mistake, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to ruin you forever. You could be bitter and angry because of this, but you’re not. You’re kind and sweet, and I smile whenever I look at you, because I know you’re going to walk up and make my day a million times better.”
You swallowed, having no idea what to say to such sweet words. None of the the things that Liam whispered in your ear had ever made you feel like this. He certainly hadn’t tried this hard to cheer you up either. As you looked in Stiles’ warm brown eyes as you sat across from him, you knew you had made the right decision.
“Thank you,” you whispered in his ear, leaning forward and wrapping your arms around him in a tight embrace.
“Any time,” he said softly, giving you a comforting squeeze.
You and Stiles both would have been content to stay in your own little world for a bit longer, but a loud cooing from behind you caused the two of you to pull apart slightly.
“Aww,” Lydia remarked as she set her tray down next to you. “You guys make my day.”
“You’re welcome?” you offered questioningly.
“Please tell me you’re taking her to homecoming,” Lydia told Stiles. “Because if you don’t, I might have to shove that fork down your throat.”
Stiles’ eyes went wide, flicking down to the fork on the table next to his tray. He reached out and pushed it even further away from Lydia, eyeing her carefully. “Well, I asked before you threatened me.”
Lydia squealed in delight. “How did he ask you?”
“He just kind of asked,” you told her with a shrug.
“What?” Lydia demanded. “You didn’t go all out? Stiles!”
“It was kind of spontaneous!” he protested.
“And I said yes,” you assured her.
“I’m pretty sure I would have to shove a fork down my throat if she didn’t,” Stiles joked.
You laughed and playfully smacked him on the arm, and Lydia rolled her eyes. “Whatever. This means we have to get ready for the dance together. Stiles can pick you up from my place.”
“Homecoming?” another voice asked, and you looked up to see Scott and Malia walking toward you with their lunch trays in hand.
“Yep,” Lydia told Scott. “And you all better be going.”
“I don’t know,” Scott said sadly, thoughts of Kira flashing through his head. “I’m kind of single right now.”
“Well I’m going,” Malia informed you all. “I’m not missing an opportunity to dance.”
“I’m single too,” Lydia informed him. “And so is Malia. You’re going if I have to drag you by your hair.”
Scott sucked in air through his teeth. “Guess I can’t really say no to that.”
“Perfect,” Lydia said with a beaming smile. “All of us can go as a group.”
Lydia suddenly looked over and shot a wink toward you and Stiles, and you couldn’t help the smile that appeared on your face. You hadn’t exactly been stoked about homecoming before, considering the fact that it was just another place that was harder to avoid Liam in. But as Lydia began to talk about it more and Stiles reached out grab your hand under the table, you were beginning to think that maybe you could have a great time after all.

“Woah,” Stiles remarked as you stepped into the gym, arm in arm. “They really went all out.”
You looked up in awe at the sparkling star cutouts plastered to the walls, the glittering sheets of cloth hanging from the ceiling, and the multi-colored lights that kept shifting and dancing across your faces. Considering last year’s homecoming hadn’t had nearly this much effort put into it, you had to say you were impressed.
“This is so much better than last year,” you agreed.
“Of course it is,” a voice remarked from behind you.
Lydia grinned as you turned around, a proud smile painted across her red lips. “I wasn’t on the homecoming committee last year…and I have to say Starry Night is a great theme.”
“Guys!” Malia complained as she weaved through the crowd toward you. “Hurry up! I thought you said you were going to dance!”
She stood there with her hands on her hips, fingers resting on the red fabric of the dress she had reluctantly put on. Her hair was done up in cascading curls and the expression on her face was one of exasperation. Malia had been itching all night to get up and dance, and there was no way she was going to do it without the rest of you.
“Come on,” you said as you grabbed Stiles’ hand. “Let’s dance.”
Stiles grinned as you pulled him through the crowd, but as you weaved through the thick sea of other kids, you caught sight of one familiar face in the crowd. Liam was leaning against the wall reluctantly as Hayden stood next to him, beaming while she chatted with one of her friends. She looked incredibly happy, but Liam was the exact opposite. At least he was until caught sight of you.
When he glanced up from glaring at the floor, he felt his breath catch in his throat as he saw you moving through the crowd. He swallowed thickly at the way the dress you were wearing fit your body and he thought you had never looked more perfect. But that was when he realized that you were tugging Stiles with you.
His face instantly morphed into a sullen expression and it had everything to do with the way you were smiling. You looked so happy with Stiles, which was what drove him crazy. Liam thought he had been able to make you happy when you were together, but he knew he had never been able to make you feel the way Stiles did.
“Liam,” Hayden said, irritation clear in her voice. “What are you looking at?”
“Nothing,” Liam told her sullenly.
“Aren’t you going to ask me to dance?” she asked him, raising her eyebrows.
Liam swallowed, shooting one last glance toward your back disappearing into the crowd. “No.”
“What?” Hayden demanded, her cheeks slightly flushing.
Liam bit the inside of his cheek. “I need to tell you something.”

You leaned against the wall next to Lydia, watching as the crowd shifted with the thumping music overhead. You were currently waiting for Stiles to come back from the bathroom, where he was trying to sew the rip in Scott’s pants that the Alpha had acquired ten minutes before. Luckily, Lydia had brought a sewing kit in her clutch and all you had to do was hope that one of them knew how to sew.
“You look happy,” Lydia pointed out with a smile.
“I am,” you told her with a grin. “Stiles is amazing.”
“Aren’t you glad you listened to me?” she asked proudly. “You have to take my advice forever now.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” you joked.
She rolled her eyes. “Oh, whatever. I’m totally going to stand in your wedding and then we’ll see who’s laughing.”
“Lydia!” you complained.
She playfully nudged you in the shoulder, causing you to grin back at her, just as the song changed from a fast-paced club song to a slow one. People slowly began to dissipate from the dance floor, only leaving behind different sets of couples.
“Can I have this dance?” a voice asked from beside you, causing you to glance over to find Stiles wiggling his eyebrows.
“Of course,” you told him with a laugh, taking his hand and letting him pull you toward the dance floor.
You paused somewhere in the middle, reaching up to place your hands around Stiles’ neck. In return, he reached out to snake his arms around your waist. You began slowly swaying to the music, turning in slow, tiny circles. Stiles looked down at you lovingly, his brown eyes warm and full of adoration.
“You look so beautiful right now,” he said softly.
You smiled, flushing slightly as the compliment. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
“Well, I had to at least try to compare to you,” Stiles told you and then after a few moments he said, “You know, I’m really glad you said yes.”
“Why wouldn’t I have said yes?” you asked. “Don’t couples go to dances together?”
“I meant to Lydia,” he told you with a smile. “When she wanted to set you up with me. I know you were hurting. You had no reason to agree to go out with me, but you did. And I’m really glad.”
You smiled, looking up into his brown eyes. “Me too.”
Stiles leaned forward and you knew he would have kissed you right then and there, if not for the voice that caused his lips to pause and hover over yours. “Y/n!”
Stiles quickly leaned back and you glanced over your shoulder, only to see an angry blur of curls stalking toward you. You recognized Hayden immediately and you quickly pulled away from Stiles.
“Hayden-”
Before you could even finish the rest of your thought, the stinging pain of a slap tingled across your cheek. You stumbled back in shock, bringing a hand to your cheek as Hayden glared at you with rage on her face.
“Woah, Hayden-” Stiles began, but she paid no attention to him.
“You slut,” she spat, leaning closer to you. “You slept with Liam.”
You stared at her, feeling the heat of a hundred stares on your cheeks. By now, everyone in the gym was looking at you, either staring in pity or amusement. Your face was bright red, partially from the slap and partially from the embarrassment, but that wasn’t stopping Hayden.
“That’s right,” she continued, her voice sharp as a blade. “Liam told me everything. He told me what you were doing. He told me all the times it happened.”
“Did he also tell you that I called it off?” you asked her, finding some semblance of courage.
Hayden sneered. “Why should that even matter? That still doesn’t change the fact that you’re a whore.”
She looked from you to Stiles, crossing her arms over her chest. “I bet he has a girlfriend too.”
Hayden’s eyes flicked over to you one last time, before going to Stiles again to land the final blow. “I’d get tested if I were you. Who know how many guys she’s slept with?”
Your breath caught in your throat and you felt tears begin to well up in your eyes. It was bad enough that you already felt awful about what you had done, but now the whole school knew about it. You didn’t think it was possible to feel worse than you had before, but you realized that this was a whole new level.
“Hayden!” another voice cried, one that made your blood begin to boil.
Liam shoved his way through the crowd, eyeing his girlfriend in horror. He opened his mouth to say something, but she quickly shoved past him in a flurry of curls. “Save it!”
After she was gone, his blue eyes flicked over to you, and he quickly hurried forward. “Y/n, I’m sorry-”
He reached out to put his hand on your shoulder, but you smacked it away. “Stay away from me! We’re over. We’re never going to be anything but over.”
You turned away from him, pushing through the thick crowd as you wiped hot tears from your cheeks. You felt so suffocated, trapped in the crowd as you tried so desperately to ignore the whispers following you everywhere. Angrily shoving through the doors, you stepped out into the empty hall and let out a sob of frustration.
It echoed out into the silent, dark hallway and for a few moments, your humiliation had no witness. Thankfully no one had followed you…or so you thought.
“Y/n?” a voice asked quietly, causing you to flinch.
You slowly turned, almost afraid to see who was behind you. Stiles was standing there, hands in the pockets of his suit. His face was red and flushed from the heat of the gym, but worry was still etched across his face.
“I am so sorry that happened to you,” he told you sincerely. “No one should have to go through that…Y/n? Are you okay?”
You stared at him, wiping away the dampness of the tears that had yet to cease.
“Shit, right,” he swore. “Of course you’re not okay. Why would you be? I mean, I’m not even sure that I’m okay after that.”
Despite what had just happened and the fact that you were standing in the middle of a darkened hallway and crying, you laughed softly.
“Ah, so she’s alive,” Stiles remarked quietly. “I could go get Lydia if you want. I think she wanted to run after you, but I got here first.”
“It’s fine,” you whispered. “You should go back inside.”
“And leave you out here alone?” Stiles asked. “Of course not.”
“Hayden’s right,” you told him, crossing your arms over your chest self-consciously. “I am a slut.”
“Hey,” Stiles scolded. “Don’t say that, Y/n. It’s not true.”
“I slept with her boyfriend behind her back,” you stated, your voice wobbly.
“Yeah, well, he slept with you too,” Stiles fired back. “And that isn’t exactly a one-man crime. You made a mistake, but so did he, okay? And honestly, she should be slapping him.”
“Thanks,” you said softly, although you still felt awful.
Stiles sighed and stepped forward. “Y/n, please look at me. You’re not a bad person. In the past few weeks that I’ve spent time with you, I’ve gotten to know an amazing girl. You’re so kind and you’re so warm, and I just…I don’t want you to get down on yourself just because Hayden said something awful about you. I don’t care if she said it in front of the whole school. Hell, I don’t care if she announces it on the local news. It doesn’t make her right.”
You swallowed. “You really think that?”
“Yeah,” Stiles told you, reaching up to brush tears off your cheek with his thumb. “I do.”
His thumb moved down to your chin, gently lifting your face as he leaned down. You knew he was giving you time to push him away if you wanted to, but as upset as you were, it occurred to you that you didn’t. You closed your eyes as his lips met yours, reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck. He kissed you slowly, meaningfully, and with none of the ravenous hunger that Liam ever had. As much as you had liked that at the time, you realized that you liked this so much more. Stiles was taking his time, appreciating everything you had to give in a way that was completely unique to him.
When he finally pulled away, he said “I get it if you don’t want to go back in there, but I know you were having fun. You shouldn’t let anyone ruin that for you.”
“Yeah,” you agreed. “You’re right.”
“Besides,” he said with a grin. “You still owe me a dance.”
You smiled and reached out to grab his hand, tugging him back toward the gym. “I do.”
You braced yourself as you prepared to walk back into the dance. You didn’t know whether or not everyone would notice and stare again, or maybe they would just carry on having their own fun. Either way, you were ready to face it, because no matter what happened, you had Stiles right there beside you.

Jaebum, Jackson and Yugyeom reaction: Accidentally moaning while making out!

Author’s Note: The heading is so long, I can’t deal. Might as well just write the whole damn thing as a heading. Mainly I hate deciding for others, I thought why not do this for all the three and avoid having to decide? So…here we are. Update: The other member’s reaction!

Genre: Reaction

Group: GOT7

Member/s: Jaebum, Jackson, Yugyeom

Request: 

Yugyeom request where you guys are in a heavy make out like usual and your straddling his lap but then you start to grind into him unknowingly and you moan and then you stop and feel embarrassed ( after that idk but please feel free to add on lol plz) (Anon)

You and (Yugyeom, Jackson , or JB ur choice) making out and you get really horny and start to grind on him and you moan and then realize what you did and become really really embarrassed Abt it (Anon)


Jaebum:

Originally posted by markjin

Jaebum would exactly know what he did to you and what would be the outcome of teasing you this much. He’d be all caught up with placing dark hickeys on your neck that would take a few weeks to fade completely.

While you were laying underneath him trying to suppress your pleasure by scratching his back or pulling at the small hairs on the back of his neck while he fiddled with your bra.

Once he undid it, he threw it to the other side of the room. After he’d instantly get his hands under your shirt, allowing himself to play with your over-sensitive nipples.

When the pleasure of Jaebum having his lips and hands almost everywhere on your body got enough, you unconsciously bucked your hips up to meet his but didn’t expect to meet his huge bulge while doing so.

Suddenly a loud moan escaped you as he grind down on you, holding your hips still.

“We’re just starting, babygirl.”

Don’t get me started on how deep his voice would be, I am not triggering myself here, okay.

Jackson:

Originally posted by jiminsassbutt

Ah, Jackson!

Of course, Jackson would be overly excited about the fact that he gets you going so much with so little actions. Don’t tell me he wouldn’t have you being a moaning mess at the end of the night, because…does this need an explanation?

Jackson would have you pressed up against something – doesn’t really matter. But the hard surface on your back and Jackson’s weight pressing against you would have you caught. And honestly, that’s how he likes you best when getting intimate.

Powerless.

So, then you tried to add more pleasure to the kiss and the heat between both of you by bucking up your hips to meet his – and you moaned…loudly. He’d immediately stop with literally everything he is doing. 

Wordlessly looking at you.

God damn, that glare could kill. Slowly he’d start smirking at you and the way your cleavage was showing more by the way your chest was rising up and falling back down. He left you breathless. 

“Impatient, aren’t we, Y/N?”

Be prepared to be limping the next day.

Yugyeom:

Originally posted by krulemoon

So, this is Kim Yugyeom we’re talking about. In my opinion, he might just act up a little and get really freaking smug when he achieved something he didn’t expect or really tried to.

Since the make-out was slowly getting more heated by the second, you softly grind onto his boner hiding under his tight pants while having him pant heavily underneath you.

You unconsciously speed up and feel his obvious tent pressing against your still clothed core. As he bucks up his hips to adjust in his seat you loudly groan, your arms still wrapped around his warm neck while his hands rest on your hips.

The blood streams to your heated cheeks as a smirk lights up his entire being, locking his eyes with yours as he holds your chin in a gentle grip to keep the eye-contact.

“Someone is having a lot of fun…” he’d just whisper in a raspy voice, Yugyeom’s nose buried in the crook of your neck.