instead they all ended up crying

this looks really bad but i trIED WH O OPS

 i wanted to animate thomas  really badly because like,, aghhghg 


hes a great person and all the times he’s said nice things about my art, its made me continue to draw, and since i started watching him everything in my life got so much better?? like wow aaagh ,,, recently he’s been saying suCH NICE THINGS about my art and it makes me so happy and makes me cry tbh because like,, he’s always there for everyone its so sWEET I CANT

so like,, thanks for lighting up my life, thomas 

everything you’ve done has helped me through so many dark times 

Because of you I joined a groupchat about you and it inspired me to make an actual Twitter account instead of a side one, and ever since all the people in the community have made me feel so welcome aaaaa

i’m gonna end this here because im ranting whoops,,, anyways i hope u like it ,, aa aa a @thatsthat24

dare :: zach dempsey

word count: 1635

warnings: lil bit of bryce the predator but mostly fluff and :)

a/n: this is my first time writing an imagine for Zach / 13 reasons why so !!!! I love ross butler !!!!!!!!!!!

“Y/N, come and join us!” You glanced over your shoulder, spotting the gang crowed into a circle in the sitting room but more specifically, you spotted Bryce who was waving you over.

You rolled your eyes, smiling slightly as you told Clay you’d be back after a round of whatever they were playing. He nodded, turning to Hannah to continue their conversation and you left to join the rest of your friends.

You ignored Bryce who was insisting you sit beside him but you had very little trust in that boy, so instead you sat in the empty space beside Zach.

But Bryce was a persistent little guy, unused to the dismissal of his efforts from a girl and so he shooed the guy on your other side and seated himself next to you.

You rolled your eyes, relaxing your head back against the sofa to which Zach released a bout of laughter. You smiled, resting your head against Zach’s shoulder as you watched your friends decide on a game.

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oboy have some shitty langst prompts that are probably overused and overdone 

-coran finally mentions how homesick lance is to the team. no one else realized and everyone is horrified because holy shit how did they miss that

-lance just wants validation but no one gives it to him other than hunk, so eventually he just breaks down crying and screaming in front of everyone after compliments are given to everyone but him that one day, after a very stressful and panic inducing mission.

-lance tripped and fell in the airlock by accident and it short circuited, leaving the lock jammed. since it was right after training he had his helmet on, but he was singing when they were fighting the training bots to relieve stress. everyone had muted him and Lance is now panicking and screaming for help but no one is listening. he passes out crying.

-pidge was saying more sarcastic and snappy comments than normal, and she directed absurdly harsh comments to Lance as an outlet for her anger (they were probably up all night worrying about her parents). the words hit lance like a sledgehammer to the face and he starts coughing and crying, running out of the room and jumping into blue so she can comfort him

-(overused much?? but here goes) lance is sick. like. violently sick. as in vomiting blood. (turn it into pining lance with hanahaki disease?? sure) he tries to push through it but ends up throwing up blood during a battle and ends up getting captured by lotor who (obviously) manipulates lance into loving him instead of whoever he was pining after

Pushing Buttons (Part 2)

Steve x Reader

Warnings: SMUT. Unprotected sex (wear a condom, pee after), oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, slight choking, hair pulling, dirty talk, bossy/demanding Steve, rough sex, mentions of being tied up, ass slapping. Also, swearing

WC 2794

AN: I told you there’d be a part two. I’m sorry I’m such a wordy mother fucker but it’s worth it. (so fucking worth it). Enjoy.

After Steve left, you took a long, hot shower. You needed to wash the mission off your skin and you scrubbed long and hard until you felt clean. Then, you turned the water as hot as you could stand it and just stood under the stream.

You had no idea what possessed Steve to kiss you. You were kicking yourself for not kissing him back but you had been shocked into inaction. One minute he was yelling at you, the next, his lips were against yours. You brushed a finger up against your lips trying to make sense of what had happened.

You were also stalling. You didn’t want to go down to dinner and face everyone. You were upset that you’d have to sit out the next three missions. Three! You could feel yourself getting angry again and you took a deep breath trying to calm yourself. You were also embarrassed at your behaviour. You had let your anger get the better of you. But, dammit, you still didn’t know why he was so pissed during the mission.

Eventually the water turned cold and you quickly dressed and headed down to eat. You were hoping it wouldn’t be a full house since you didn’t want to have to answer any questions but luck wasn’t on your side because almost everyone was sitting around the table eating together. As soon as you into the room, everyone stopped talking. You knew they had been talking about you and it made your skin prickle.

“Oh, come on,” you muttered under your breath, taking your seat.

“Sam told us what happened,” Wanda spoke, not unkindly.

He had the decency to look embarrassed.

“Really Wilson? You couldn’t wait for me to share?”

“I’m sorry! After I came to check on you everyone wanted to know if you were okay. It just came out.”

You didn’t respond, instead, choosing to ignore him and eat in silence.

“C’mon, Y/N. Don’t be mad.”

“I’m just impressed you got him to yell at you,” piped up Natasha from the other end of the table. “He never yells.”

“Lucky me then,” you replied, sourly.

Just then, you heard someone clear their throat behind you.

“Oh, for crying out loud,” you turned around. “Does that count as subordination, too, Sir?”

Steve rolled his eyes at you, “No. That’s just you being a brat.”

You could feel your nostrils flare. Standing up abruptly, you picked up your plate, “I’m not that hungry after all,” you said leaving the table before you could get in any more trouble.

No one followed you out. 

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I know I’m suppose to be positive about life. I know that. So many people tell me on a daily basis. I know I should put a smile on my face and fight back. I know my problems aren’t the end of the world. But you don’t understand. I’m tired.

I’m tired of looking at my face. I’m tired of not knowing what to do. I’m tired of all the people hurting me, even when they don’t realize they are hurting me.

I’m merely sick and tired.
I feel like such a waste of time, a downgrade, a replaceable, and an empty person.
So instead of standing up and auguring I just sit there silent, I cry until I fall asleep.
I can’t fight back my tears anymore.
I’m sorry I’m not better.
I’m sorry I’m too much to handle.
I’m sorry that I’ve given up.

I feel as if I wasted my whole life to achieve nothing, literally nothing.
I want to find a purpose.
Something to look forward to.
I’m so unhappy and isolated.
For the last 3-4 years I have been so sad.
That sadness has grown inside of me and it’s all I know now. I can’t stop it, I can’t control it. Because even when I’m happy and laughing, it’s seems like it’s still there, just waiting to strike at me and take me down.

I always pretend to be a cold hearted person when in reality I cry about everything, all the time, literally, always crying.

I’ve given up and lost hope. I don’t think I will ever be the girl I used to be. Because of how much my sadness has consumed me, I’m a different person. Walking in large crowds, feeling more lonely than ever. Doing random tasks and only thinking about how much I want to be dead.

Before you go telling me how many people are greatful for me, just think. Did you ever think about the fact that some people just don’t want to live ? 
They have no dramatic reason, they just dont want to live.

I’m sorry I don’t cherish life the way you do. I’m sorry I feel as if I don’t belong here. And I’m sorry that at any given point in time I will just completely give up and die. I’m sorry if me dying is an inconvenience to you. I’m so sorry, please forgive me.

—  I’m just so unhappy here and I’m tired of everything

I am a filthy kinda beautiful.
Smudged makeup and bitten lips,
I choke on half finished poems
and we all call what I cough up
lovely instead of lonely

the dirty kinda pretty where 
I drop G’s off the end of my words
without anyone sayin’ anythin' 
because I have a soft mouth
that I hear looks good for somethin’

an ugly hopeful, the point where prayer
is not enough and even the preacher knows,
hearing “Things are gonna get better”
and knowing it isn’t true,
it isn’t kindness,
they just don’t know what else to say

sloppy poetry, sloppy kisses, sloppy love,
I am a mess of a girl
callin’ herself Grown,
as though I still don’t cry myself to sleep
like I did when I was a child,
as though I still don’t dream
of something so spectacularly better 
it could only ever be called a fairytale

—  $0.06 Poetry || O.L.

i really, really want a plot where muse a is a naive, sweet, romantic, whimsical little thing with a whole lot of optimism and sunshine in their veins and muse b is the complete opposite; a total player who has someone new in their bed every weekend and hates responsibilities and just spends a lot of their time fucking around. somehow these two have been friends for a while, despite their differing personalities, and one day muse a ends up having to move out of their apartment due to a fire or an infestation or something and muse b is the one who offers to put them up for the time being. it’s all well and good except muse a has terrible nightmares constantly and one night muse b is sick and tired of it (and deep down a little concerned) so gets into bed with muse a until they stop crying and shaking and fall asleep in muse b’s arms instead. cue awkward muses sleeping in the same bed every night and it actually helping muse a a lot with the nightmares, and lots of cuddling and feelings ensue. muse b, being the player they are, are terrified of the idea of liking someone but muse a is pretty much already head over heels and ANGST !!

Patience and Faith

prompt:  We’re roommates and I heard you crying in the shower when I came home, are you okay?
pairing: destiel
tags: roommates, hurt/comfort, angst, burgers cw
a/n:  part one,  wrote this during my writing livestreams. thanks to everyone who joined, you’re amazing <3

Shopping bags bounce against Dean’s legs as he runs up the stairs. He doesn’t work out as much as he used to, so the elevator might have been a better idea. Instead, he tries to look tough and take all five stairs without ending up like an asthmatic rhino. He takes a few deep breaths when he ends up in front of his door with a red, sweaty face. He fumbles with the keys for a while, cursing under his breath because they’re slippery between his fingers.
Still cursing a little, he enters the small hall which is just large enough to get in a coat rack. He puts down the bags so he can slip off his leather jacket and hang it next to Cas’ trenchcoat.

“Hey!” He calls, but there’s no response. Maybe Castiel is focused on his school work again, or found a book in the library that he didn’t already know. Dean brings in the shopping bags himself, muttering he would’ve preferred a little help. Once he is in the kitchen and leans against the counter, he hears the sound of rushing water coming from the bathroom. He can use a shower right now too, so he decides to take a shower once Cas is finished.

Humming some AC/DC song, he begins putting away the groceries. He bought ingredients for burgers, a little surprise for his roommate because he passed his English test. It was no surprise to Dean, but Castiel had been worrying the entire week. Dean forgave all his grumpiness days ago. But Cas apologised so many times yesterday that Dean wants to show him it’s fine that he was a bit absent-minded and pettish. To be fair, it’s actually kinda cute when he’s frowning and his hair is a mess because he keeps running his hands through it.

Castiel normally doesn’t shower so long. At first, Dean doesn’t pay attention to it, but once he puts away the last bottle of coke, it occurs to him that Cas has been in there for more than five minutes now, and he was already in there when Dean got home.
A little hesitant at first, Dean walks over to the bathroom and carefully knocks.

“Cas, buddy, you okay in there?”
No answer. Dean frowns and knocks again. He puts his ear against the door, but that doesn’t really work. Just as he’s about to knock again, he hears a sound that’s definitely not the shower. It’s a sob, soft and weak. But Dean is sure, even though he never heard Cas cry before.
Castiel is crying.

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anonymous asked:

Soulmate AU with Wonwoo? ✨

  • au where everyone is born with half a heart tattooed onto their wrist, and when they fall in love w their soulmate, the heart becomes complete
  • ur best friend wonwoo (who you’ve known since like birth) was one of the first to have a completed heart on his wrist whilst u guys were a lot lot younger
  • u guys were sitting on some swings in the park when he suddenly went bright red and stared at wrist and, being the nosy child u were, u leaned over to oggle at whatever he was looking at
  • at the time u were jealous that a) he found his soulmate before u and b) u suddenly weren’t the most important person in his life
  • whenever u asked him who it was he’d just glare at u and mumble “it’s a secret”
  • innocently, u never really presumed it was you
  • and as u both grew up, all the rest of ur friends began sporting completed hearts - except u
  • stubbornly you’d pretend it didn’t bother u, but it really did, and wonwoo knew that
  • he’d always reassure u saying “it doesn’t matter, y/n. you’ll find them one day” .. but u never really believed him
  • as u grew older, you began mixing with new friends and so did wonwoo
  • but at the end of the day u remained solid best friends no matter what
  • ^you’d randomly turn up at wonwoo’s house uninvited just to sit by his bathroom door and moan about ur day whilst he’d be like. peeing or something
  • ^^and you’d always try to ruin the endings of his favourite books only for it to backfire as u realise he’s read every book on earth cover to cover, and thus has the power to ruin all ur favourite book plots in return
  • even until ur middle teens you’d use pinky promises as a main basis of trust
  • of course, he’d always be ur absolute favourite study buddy just bc he had all the patience for u in the world and a lot of the time you’d just end up getting distracted and try to annoy him (it never worked)
  • (^if it did he’d tickle u until u cry then immediately apologise)
  • he’d always wait for u after school with this smile on his face and as you’d run up to him it just felt like coming home
  • but in all honesty, u were confused as to why wonwoo would always insist on hanging out w u instead of his soulmate
  • the few times u asked him about it, he’d just bashfully say “well ur all alone without ur soulmate”
  • you’ve always wondered whether your tattoo is just broken and whether u actually fell in love with ur best friend years ago
  • one day ur walking home with him from class and u see him reach down to stroke a cat with these adorable sweater paws
  • u study him w this small smile on ur face for a few moments
  • and then u feel this weird warm tingly feeling in ur wrist ???
  • to ur shock u look down and discover that ur heart has been completed
  • bewildered, u look at wonwoo again and think am i in love with wonwoo?
  • then u pause
  • u remember all the times you’ve felt something more than platonic love towards wonwoo without even realising, like when another girl asked him to the school dance and u felt jealous, or all the times just looking at him as caused u to grinned at him so much that ur cheeks have hurt, or whenever you’ve sat in his room crying into his chest about what a terrible day you’ve had yet feel completely safe and content in his warm arms, or about all the time’s you’ve laughed together so hard it’s hurt and you’d just feel the happiest person on earth around him
  • suddenly u notice he’s began walking again and he looks back and asks “y/n? what’s wrong? are u coming or not?”
  • u scoff and storm in front of hi .. but only bc u don’t want him to see ur wrist or the sudden pink glow to ur cheeks
  • u both crash out at his house for the evening, and tbh u feel slightly awkward knowing that he must be in love w u and u must be in love w him, yet he doesn’t know the latter yet
  • he’s spread out on the floor next to u studying, and all u can do is just watch him and wonder how tf u didn’t realise u were in love w ur best friend
  • like u watch the way his deep mahogany eyes concentrate on the page and the way he prods his glasses further up his nose and the way he’d purse his lips when trying to understand a question
  • u feel that warm tingling feeling in ur stomach and at first u wonder whether u have food poisoning
  • then u remember ur in love
  • yet u continue to repress everything
  • later, u help him make dinner as he chops up vegetables, and as u go to remove something from the oven, ur wrist catches something hot and u burn it
  • all u mutter is “ow” yet he drops everything he’s doing and rushes over and hurriedly asks “are u ok??? what happened??? what did u do?? where does it hurt???  do u need me to get a first aid kit???”
  • u try to brush him away bc u know that if he looks at the burn, he’ll see ur completed tattoo
  • so u quickly say “i’’m fine !!!!! rly i’m ok !!!”
  • he stares u straight in the eye and says “u are the worst liar” before gently taking a hold of the wrist hidden behind ur back
  • u are suddenly very aware of ur close proximity and the way his body brushes against urs
  • but he doesn’t seem to notice and instead spots the tattoo on ur wrist
  • u feel him go rigid
  • he quietly asks “u found ur soulmate?”
  • u don’t say anything and just stare at the floor, altho u can feel the blood frantically rushing to ur cheeks
  • he softly says “why u didn’t tell me?”
  • u abruptly snap “u knew we were soulmates all along but u kept it a secret,, like u could’ve at least told me-“
  • “wasn’t it obvious i’ve been in love with u almost ever since i met u?”
  • u lock eyes and just feel everything inside u melt as he gazes at u with such warmth and intimacy that u physically have to catch ur breath
  • u just keep staring and simultaneously u begin to lose sense of the rest of the world as u just think ohymgodhohymgoshoyhmgsohohymgoh
  • hopelessly u try to open ur mouth praying even a few words will come out but to ur utmost surprise, ur cut off by wonwoo’s lips upon ur own
  • you’ve kissed him before in school plays or “just for fun” but the feeling it gave u then is nowhere near the infatuation and yearning u feel now
  • as he cups ur cheeks with his hands u realise u really and truly are in love with wonwoo, ur best friend, ur soulmate, and u genuinely couldn’t be any happier

anonymous asked:

Request: fluffy/angst/smut of Minho(Shinee)dominant/filthy. With lots of dirty talk, spanking, and chocking. PLOT: minho and y/n are besties, but y/n is in love with him. He has a gf. But she cheats, but y/n knew she was bad and tried to warn him.

the amount of times you used Y/N almost confused my poor self but anyways here you go~


“I told you she was a filthy slut.” You shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead towards the Television, your fingers buried deep into the Cheetos bag. Wrinkling up your nose and squinting at the show you lifted your hands to lift off the cheese that was left over from your orange fingers. The male beside you was strangely quiet but you paid no mind to it as you continued to run your mouth. “She was a slut, she was the worst type of person with that attitude and I tried to warn you over and over again but you just let her walk all over you. Fool.” Sighing you got up to head towards the kitchen but before you could even get out of the front room good enough you were slammed against the wall, a strong veiny hand around your neck choking you. Minho looked at you with hard dark eyes, bringing his face closer to yours as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes, a snarl ripping from his throat he brought his hand up to slap your face lightly using the same hand to grab at your locks, a surprised moan had escaped your lips. Your hand gripped onto his hand and you tried to jerk it down form your throat as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“Do you want to repeat what you said? Because, if I’m not mistaken you were the same slut begging to have my dick shoved down that pretty little throat of yours a month ago.” Minho reminded you pressing his body hard against yours.

Minho was someone who was your best friend since childhood. He had taken care of you and you had done the same with him. He was your whole word after your family of course. And everyone nearly found it uncanny how a guy and girl could be so close but not touch each other. But little did they know, you wanted that. At first of course the relationship was strictly just best friends. Looking out for each other, studying late together and being each other’s refuge. And when the years started to roll around that you were both in high school you started to dress up more, putting on makeup and occasionally skimpy outfits so that he would notice you and want you in the ways you were starting to want him. But instead of him wanting you he looked the other way.

“Y/N go put on more clothes! I don’t want to see you in such short things and I damn sure do not want any other guy seeing you like this.” He remarked one time you were both getting ready to go out to a party and all you had on was a short dress just covering your ass but it was low cut around your breast. Feeling defeat you had changed out of what you had on and came up with a lie that you suddenly felt sick and didn’t want to go anymore.

And things like that kept happening, everything you did he shot it down, not really noticing you like you wanted to. But still you were persistent trying to get with him because he was the only man you had ever thought of being with. He had completed you and through all the ups and downs you had wanted him. And you were not the only girl who noticed his beauty or wanted him but you felt you had years over anyone that tried to get with him.

“What do you mean g-girlfriend?” You asked Minho sitting in front of you with a brunette attached to his hips holding his hands. They were the perfect couple, a title that you wanted with him, and here he was with her sharing everything you wanted. He looked at you with excited eyes planting not one but two kisses on the female’s lips causing her to become flustered and cling onto him.

“Isn’t it great? She’s the most wonderful girl I had ever met!” He exclaimed looking at her with bright eyes full of love. And that was the moment your world crashing down around you. Your best friend, the guy you had been crushing on for over four years now didn’t want you. He wanted her instead. And you had known he probably would have turned you down but to see it, the knife that was drove into your heart was deeper than any wound you had ever felt. Not able to even fake your hurt you got up from the table and quickly turned away walking from the coupe in front of you and out of Minho’s life.

Your life started to spiral out of control. The good grades you had gotten in college had started to turn into C’s and D’s instead of all A’s. You had also avoided Minho, taking different routes instead of the ones you and he used to take. Your sexual life was also out of control, losing your first to some random stranger at a bar and that was how it started. You would fuck anyone who looked your way just wanting to forget about Minho but it was no use, instead you had just ended up empty, a broken girl alone and devastated. You didn’t even try to make new friends, just hanging out with yourself in your house where you assumed no one could hurt you, and since your parents were always busy and taking trips that you couldn’t go on because of school it all worked out. Until one day you heard your door bell ring. Confused you opened it to see a very upset Minho. Eyes red from crying you assumed something happened with his girlfriend, to later find out that he was upset about losing you. Some part of you had been slightly relived but knowing he would never love you back was something bitter to swallow down. But besides all of it you and Minho started to become back friends once again hanging out and catching up on old times. His girlfriend would call clearly not liking the fact that you two had gotten back friends often telling him to leave you early or make him stand you up on some days. It drove you mad.

“I saw her Minho!” You cried out slapping your hands down against his chest. “She was there with him!” You cried out wanting him to believe you. His girlfriend was a cheater, a smooth liar that had him wrapped around her fingers.

“Oh yeah?! Then where is the proof Y/N?” He shouted at you pushing you back. “You mean to tell me, you come here to accuse my girlfriend but you don’t have proof?” He asked you again and you nodded your head.

“If I would’ve taken a picture she would have seen the flash! She would have said something or anything to cover it up! Why can’t you just believe me Minho.. I love you! I’d do anything for you! Anything..” You muttered resting your hand on his crotch the alcohol in your system not helping you think straight. Minho had looked down at you and you pushed him lightly against the wall getting on your knees to kiss through his pants. “Let me prove it to you. Please. Let me make you feel better.” You had insinuated with your mouth you could make it all go away and hearing Minho chuckle and stroke your hair you felt you had gotten through it.

“You’re jealous. That’s what this is, ahh Y/N I never thought you would’ve been so low.” Minho commented tearing you from him.

The whole ordeal left you in a shouting match, harsh words were said and you pushed him out of your life for good slamming the door so that he couldn’t follow you outside as you ran away from him. All those twenty plus years just gone down the drain and out of the window. Everything ruined, everything fucked up. Everything broken.

It was 3 AM and very rainy outside, hard pellets hitting against the window as you watched the TV zoning in and out of sleep. Letting your fingers work open the bag of cheetos you had a late-night snack just waiting for yourself to fall asleep. You had been staying up lately and you didn’t necessarily know why but sleeping sometimes brought you pain so you tried to avoid it at all costs. Hearing the doorbell ring repeatedly you had grumpily gotten up from your sitting position with a bat in your hand walking towards the door. Opening it you started to mouth off at someone only to look Minho in the face. Dropping the bat a bit you were going to close the door in his face, but his hand reached out and stopped it blocking it between the two of you. “Please.” He said simply and you let him into your house, fighting off all the feelings that were threatened to ruin your heart and everything else.

Minho had explained everything to you that had happened, the photos on her phone that he found, how she was getting careless and staying out at inconsistent times of the night but blaming work and study groups. “I had followed her, only to see her there with that asshole. Just tongue buried deep. He had his fucking hands all up her dress in her panties.” He growled fingers balled up and angry tears streaking down his face. You had tried to warn him but to hear him say it, brought you slight happiness on the inside.

“I KNEW IT! I WAS RIGHT!” You jumped up yelling instead of checking on him. Minho lifted an eyebrow before he clenched his jaw watching you run around the front room getting too hype and then sitting back down beside him. His blood was boiling but he tried to hold it in. Until you started to brag again that was.

“I told you she was a filthy slut.” You shrugged your shoulders looking straight ahead towards the Television, your fingers buried deep into the Cheetos bag. Wrinkling up your nose and squinting at the show you lifted your hands to lift off the cheese that was left over from your orange fingers. The male beside you was strangely quiet but you paid no mind to it as you continued to run your mouth. “She was a slut, she was the worst type of person with that attitude and I tried to warn you over and over again but you just let her walk all over you. Fool.” Sighing you got up to head towards the kitchen but before you could even get out of the front room good enough you were slammed against the wall, a strong veiny hand around your neck choking you. Minho looked at you with hard dark eyes, bringing his face closer to yours as his fingers pressed down on your windpipes, a snarl ripping from his throat he brought his hand up to slap your face lightly using the same hand to grab at your locks, a surprised moan had escaped your lips. Your hand gripped onto his hand and you tried to jerk it down form your throat as he seemed to stare into your soul.

“Do you want to repeat what you said? Because, if I’m not mistaken you were the same slut begging to have my dick shoved down that pretty little throat of yours a month ago.” Minho reminded you pressing his body hard against yours.

Whimpering slightly, you shook your head at his words, your face heating up at the thought of it because he had rejected you. Minho smirked at the fear in your eyes slowly dragging you to your knees he pushed his hips against your face, rubbing his bulge across your nose and lips he moved his hand to your hair pulling on the locks. “Do you know how hard I’ve fought myself to knock fuck you Y/N?” Minho asked hissing as he pushed his hips harder against your face rutting his hips. Your mind was hazy, your hands pressing against his legs to pull away because what he was saying couldn’t be true. “It started in high school. And fuck it’s just gotten worst. This tight little body and those perky ass breast. I bet that pussy is so tight and wet. Untouched.” He was rutting his hips harder, the bulge starting to strain against the confines of his pants he stopped when he heard you mumble some unclear words.

“What did you just say?” He asked stilling his hips.

“I-I’m not a virgin anymore..” You admitted gripping onto his pants ashamed and not wanting to look at him. Minho’s blood grew cold jerking your head back he looked down at you with hard eyes.

“You really are a slut.” He spat in your face and you leaned forward to bite on his leg causing him to yelp.

“You didn’t fucking want me! I even threw myself at you and you rejected me! More than once how fucking dare you at least those other men knew how to please me! They knew what they wanted and they weren’t some weak ass boy holding back his feelings.” You shouted at him once again clearly not thinking before you spoke. Minho picked you up by your hair slamming you against the wall smirking.

“You’re fucking right. And since I’m a man right now, let me show you exactly what I want.” Minho threw you on his shoulder carrying you towards your room that he remembered very well. He threw you on the bed and before you could move too far he had you pinned down on your stomach, his hands gripping at your hands. He reached under your bed feeling for the handcuffs you had stolen from the sex shop when you were 16. Moving your hands up the bed he flipped you on your back handcuffing your hands to the headboard. “I’ll make you want me Y/N.” Minho spoke with thick want, his whole demeanor changing and it had you breathing quickly already. Shaking your head side to side you closed your legs biting your bottom lip.

“I don’t want you anymore Minho.” You spoke lying to him as he watched you. He responded with nothing, wrenching your legs open he moved between them his hands moving under your shirt slowly until he was gripping your bare breast that didn’t have a bra on. He groaned playing with your nipples his fingertips flicking over the buds causing you to moan and arch your back, your cover blown quickly because it was his touch you had longed for all these years.

“Fuck, I always loved staying a night because you never wore any bras.. Or panties.” He recalled sliding a large hand down to grip at your shorts pulling them up against your stomach. The fabric showing your bare pussy lips through them he smirked up at you quickly jerking them down from your legs he threw them off your body and onto the floor watching you try to squirm. “What? Scared that I’ll find out you’re really wet for me?” He asked you as he crawled back between your legs.

“Go fuck yourself.” You repeated to him and in response he pulled his hands back to grip at your shirt ripping it down the middle and pulling it off your body. The scraps of white along the floor. Minho slapped at your breast repeatedly, causing you to hiss and whine. “Who told you to speak?” He asked as he slapped harder against your breast. Pinching your nipples, he pulled on them causing you to shriek in pain.

“I do what the fuck I want you’re not my daddy!” You countered trying to jerk on the handcuffs and get free. Minho paused his hands staring down at your reddened body for a while. He got up and looked around your floor, grabbing at your panties he climbed onto your hips straddling you he crashed his lips down against yours silencing you with a kiss. He sucked on your bottom lip asking for entrance and though you were melting at the kiss you couldn’t forgive him so easily. Shaking your head no, he slipped his hand down to caress your pussy causing you to gasp in surprise. He immediately shoved his tongue into your mouth sucking and flicking his tongue against your dominating the kiss. He let his tongue flick and grip onto yours trying to suck your mouth dry. His tongue ran over your cheeks, teeth and the roof of your mouth before he pulled back slowly watching the thin trail of spit between the two of you. Sighing he pulled back. “Maybe I shouldn’t do this.. I may hurt you Y/N.” You were shocked, how dare he come in here and do such things to you only to tell you this.

“Excuse me?! How fucking dare, you! I’m not a child and I can take anything! I’m not this soft little-“Your words were cut off by your panties being shoved in your mouth choking you out.

“I knew you would say that. Gullible as ever. Try to hold on princess.” He winked at you climbing from the bed. You felt played. Your eyes were wide as he started to search into your room looking for anything that he could use on you. Rummaging through more drawers and your closet he chuckled darkly as he only found one vibrator but it would do for now. Plugging it up into the wall he moved to you, climbing back into between your legs. “Baby girl we are going to have to go buy you toys tomorrow.” He commented and it made everything in you break. You nodded your head slowly and happy that he was finally giving you some attention. Minho pressed your legs over his shoulder getting on his stomach, he turned on the vibrator on the lowest setting. He parted your pussy lips with one of his hands looking at the wet pink slit and groaning softly. Opening his mouth, he let his warm breath ghost against your slit, causing you to get wetter from just the anticipation. His warm wet tongue slowly slid up your slit to your clit causing a loud muffled cry to rip from your lips. You looked down at him your eyes hooded and watering already from the pleasure. Minho let his tongue continue to drag up and down your heat as he teased you, playing with your slit. He wrapped his mouth around your clit sucking gently on the bud and pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit he didn’t give you enough that would make you cum only enough to build you up. Pulling back after a while he pressed the head of the vibrator against your clit watching you squirm and moan out for him, it was a turn on and definitely making him harder than he ever thought possible.

Minho moved to shove his tongue into your pussy, moaning against you to let the vibrations ring out against your body. He flicked his tongue in and out of you hard and fast, curving it and letting the juices slid down his chin. Your taste was something like water, a little sweetness to it that he could taste all day and be satisfied. Burying his head into your pussy he grazed it against your walls, letting your legs squeeze around his head and pull him closer. After some time, he pulled back from your dripping folds only to press down on of your legs against the bed, letting the spit gather in his mouth he opened his mouth letting the spit fall down onto your opening getting you wetter. Then he did it again this time letting it press against your tight asshole. He moved to flick his tongue in and out of your asshole licking up the spit that had trailed inside of you. Burning with embarrassment you jerked harder at the cuffs trying to get free to pull him away. He changed the setting of the vibrator to medium quickly sliding it up and down your clit with his hand wrapped around it tightly he moved it causing you to lay back against the bed and cry out for pleasure, your body on fire limbs tightening as your stomach got tightened up. He pulled back from your asshole after eating you out kissing up your body slowly. He created dark spots onto your stomach and parted thighs marking you as his finally. He moved the vibrator from your pussy he moved it to sit on the bed. He slid three fingers into you causing you to wince as he jammed them in and out of you, he thrusted them quickly in and out of you curving them he pushed them deep inside of you. He shook his hand side to side, pressing the head of the vibrator back against you. He watched your body convulse for him, moving his fingers faster with a growl he was instantly satisfied when he saw the clear liquid coming out of you. Squirting all over your sheets you cried out in pleasure, his name leaving your lips around your dampen panties. He groaned letting his arm get wet as well as your hips jerked up harshly and you rode his fingers. Minho pulled them from you licking off the liquid eyes blazed he was needy for you his desire swelling up to the point of no return. He climbed off the bed turning off the vibrator he undressed himself and your eyes sucked in his body every ounce of his skin, his taught abs that you wanted to lick across always. until he was start naked and straddling your neck. Pulling the panties from your mouth he slid your mouth open letting his hardened tip rest against your plump lips. He was so big the veins you could feel on your bottom lip. Your tongue coming out to flick against his tip he moaned out in pleasure nodding his head because that’s what he wanted. You continued to tease him only flicking your tongue up and down his tip digging your pink muscle into the flesh and pulling out his precum. Minho growled sliding his hips forward burying his shaft into your mouth. He started to face fuck you one hand grabbing at your hair he pushed your head down on his thrusted his hips forward moaning your name out. His head rolled back as he lost himself at the pleasure of fucking your throat raw. The sound of your choking, the spit falling down from your chin, he reached back to slap at your pussy with one hand his balls slapped at your chin. He felt his stomach tightening as he got closer but he slowed down, rolling his hips against your throat he brought up his free hand to pinch your nose cutting off your breath for a bit. Snapping his hips forward he buried himself down your throat feeling you swallow around his dick with what energy you had left. Seeing your eyes drop he pulled back from you letting you cough and breath with your chest heaving.

He moved back between your legs, wrapping them around your waist, he gripped his dick at the base rubbing the tip up and down your dripping entrance. Slowly he pushed inside of you groaning as he buried himself into you. He made sure he gave you every inch watching as your lips flew open and you gave a silent cry of pleasure. He ground his hips against yours not pulling back causing tiny moans to fall from your lips as he felt the insides of your walls.

“So fucking tight..” He groaned as he pulled out until only his tip was remaining, pushing forward slowly he buried himself at a slow pace wanting to drag it out of you. Watching your pretty face contort in pleasure that was all he needed along with your moans and occasionally moans of his name. He reached down to lick across your hardened breast biting gently on the buds and letting his teeth scrape against the skin as he looked up at you with hooded eyes. His hands moving to grab at your ass cheeks gripping onto the flesh he slapped your ass cheeks drawing even more moans from your lips.

“H-harder.” You cried out softly feeling he was being too soft.

“Harder?” He asked and you nodded your head. He growled snapping his hips forward burying himself inside of you, he let his hand come back to cup your cheek before he slapped the flesh again earning moans of approval from you. He gave you a few slaps before he was slamming two fingers into your mouth and pulling your chin down. He groaned watching you rolling his hips in a circle he made sure to push as deep as he could.

“My fucking dirty little slut. Look at how good you’re taking daddy’s dick. I never would’ve thought this sweet little pussy could handle so much.” He praised feeling your walls clamp down on him. “Tell me I’m the best you ever had.” He rasped out holding your eye contact. When you didn’t do what he asked he pulled out of you and flipped you on your stomach with the cuffs still intact. Pushing you up on your knees he spread your legs wide with his entering you once again. He started to thrust harder into you, reaching your spot from this angle his hands slapped at your ass cheeks turning them red with his hand print. He bit up your back slowly creating more marks. “Say it.” He demanded, missing your spot-on purpose. He wasn’t going to give into you, and it felt so good, you couldn’t keep holding it in.

“You’re the best I ever had Minho! Oh God!” You cried out arching your back when he started to slam harder into you his hips snapping against yours.

“Whose dirty little slut are you?” He asked gripping at your hands as he used his hips to knock you back down against the bed. Not pulling out he continued to grind his hips hard against your ass feeling your walls clamp down on him.

“I’m yours! All yours Minho!” You nodded your head as he destroyed your walls your responses becoming incoherent as you took deep breaths. Your stomach tightened and you knew from how you were shaking you were close and so did he.

“Beg.” He commanded sucking a hickey on your neck.

“Please Minho! Please fucking ruin my pussy let me cum Minho! I want to be your dirty little slut and release my cum all over your dick please daddy.” The last phrase slid out but you didn’t care you just wanted him to know how you felt. Nodding his head against your skin he moaned against your ear.

“Cum for daddy Y/N.” The way he moaned your name in that instance had you cumming onto his shaft, your body shaking under him and pussy clamping tightly around his dick squeezing him. He continued to moan and grunt against your ear from the feeling burying his load inside of you a few thrusts later. Your back arched and you whined feeling the warm cum exploding inside of your wet insides and sliding out of your sore pussy. He slowed down to give you lazy thrusts before he pulled out of you slowly. He watched his cum slide out of you and moving to uncuff you he went to get a towel and clean your body off slowly. Once he was done he pulled you onto his chest kissing your lips sweetly grabbing your chin he looked you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry for all the hurt I caused you. I thought about that argument every day after it happened. I only wanted to hurt you so that you would stay away. I knew you loved me but I was so scared since we were both new to relationships we would hurt one another. I would hurt you. And I didn’t want that.. But I always thought about you and only you got me through being with her. Especially fucking her, her moans were obnoxious. He admitted wrinkling his nose. But I may have liked seeing you all jealous as well. It was cute, but if you would let me. Let’s try this again? Even it takes time.” He admitted with soft eyes. You soaked all his words in before you made your decision nodding your head you pecked his lips.

“I have only ever wanted you. And that will never change Minho, no matter what we go through.” 

Pentagon To Having A Fight With You Ending In You Locking Yourself Up In The Bathroom

Jinho: He was busy trying to keep his cool when he realizes you weren’t in the room anymore. Once he realized you had lock yourself up in the bathroom, he’d feel so guilty but will give you space to be in there for half an hour before apologizing although he would get irritated and frustrated in the beginning knowing that you decided to just lock yourself up in a room instead of talking it out with him. 

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Hui: “What are you doing? Come out. Are you ok?” He would be really worried in case you tried to hurt yourself or something. Would keep knocking on the door every 5 minutes or so and will surrender and apologize to you at the door. “I’m sorry. Come out ok? Don’t do anything reckless in there.”

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Hongseok: Would be mad at first that you would lock yourself up in a bathroom but once you stop replying to him, he would get extremely worried and keep knocking on the door and turning the door knob. If you stayed there for more than an hour, he wouldn’t hesitate to kick down the door.

“Talk to me baby or the door’s coming down. You can’t stay in there for so long even if you’re mad at me.”

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Yeo-one: Starts crying mid argument so once you break communication and go to lock yourself up in the bathroom, he will just be by himself crying and feeling like the worst. Will sit on the floor against your bathroom door and wait for you to come out. “I’m sorry Y/N, talk to me please.” Will bring his pillows and cover and sleep near the bathroom if you stay there all night. As soon as you opened the door you’ll see a pouty yeoone.

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Kino: “Curse and hit me all you want, just please come out.” Would feel really guilty and worried about you, trying to keep his cool and not cry. Ends up giving a whole speech near the door about how much he loves you and care for you and would get to the root of the situation and offer ways to end the problem.

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Shinwon: Would get mad that you would just choose to shut him out instead of talking to him, he would probably leave the house. But after a few hours when he decides to come back and see that you’re still in there, he would get extremely worried and just apologize for whatever he did and make it up to you. “I bought you food….come out to eat. I’m sorry baby. Please come out. Forgive me, I’lll do anything as long as you’re not mad at me anymore, just tell me and I’ll do it.”

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Edawn: He would get really quiet himself and end up locking himself up in a room as well. Time will tell on who ends up leaving their room to apologize first however once you stay there all night, he would get worried and go to check up on you.

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Yanan: Wouldn’t even let you successfully lock yourself up in the bathroom, he would catch up with you before you got to close the door and apologize right there and try to figure out the situation then and there, a little mad that you would try to do that. “What do you think you’re doing? -ok I’m sorry so don’t do this.” Will back hug you like this while apologizing (just pretend like you’re yeoone). 

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Yuto: Would feel SUPER guilty. Would blame it on himself, would talk shit about himself to the members. “I’m an awful boyfriend look what I made my girlfriend end up doing.” Would cry all day and apologize over again near your door until you would unlock the door. Once you unlock that door, his mood will quickly brighten up meaning you forgave him if you decided to let him in. He then would come in right away and pick you up out of the bathroom and take you out for dinner or wherever you wanted to go.

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Wooseok: Wouldn’t take it seriously at first and be like “You’re being childish! I hope you know that, I’m not going to bring you dinner when you’r hungry, you’ll have to come out sooner or later” Once you stay there for a whole night, he will probably end up sitting near your door in the morning feeling like shit because he didn’t think you’d stay there for so long. “I’m sorry, come out now. Forget about the fight, I love you and I miss you. You’re going to get sick if you stay there longer. I won’t be able to forgive myself if you do” Would get all whiny later if you still didn’t forgive him and stay stuck to the door with the other members help until you eventually get annoyed and open the door to leave. 

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Let me tell you about Buffy the Vampire Slayer

Buffy the Vampire Slayer is a show about growing up. Starting with the romantic view on life which later evolves into the harsh reality of exactly how shitty this world really is.

There’s so many reasons to praise this show. It’s got intense, interesting, and extremely layered character developments. Endless amounts of metaphors with very powerful messages. Epic writing (grave understatement). Detailed foreshadowing and call backs. Every story is told for a reason with the proper amount of consequences. And oh so much self reflection. In so many ways this is a very ambitious drama show that evolves beautifully. Which it deserves a lot of praise for.

But people like to ignore what gives this show it’s heart. Why all these things work so wonderfully and create such emotional resonance. Why we end up sincerely falling in love with this show instead of just finding it interesting.

It’s the parts that people tend to find shameful, and why it gets so underrated and discredited. The fact that it is downright ridiculous. And I need every part of it. Down to the bad 2000~ CGI snakes, gimmicky monsters, every last stupid pun, the “sunnydale syndrome”, etc etc. This show wouldn’t be half as great without these things. It makes us go on an emotional roller coaster that takes us from laughing to crying in less than 30 seconds.

This show doesn’t take itself too seriously. It lets all these things exist in the same space beautifully and brings it to life. It catches you off guard. It slaps you in the face with reality when you least expect it. Just like life, it’s full of horrible and hilarious moments.

Because really, underneath all the ridiculousness it’s an extremely dark story. Too dark to properly absorb without the light that the silliness and jokes offer.

“Make it dark, make it grim, make it tough, but then, for the love of God, tell a joke.” - Joss Whedon

this is another one of evie’s ((@ihearthemcallingxx)) requests so thanks again to evie for letting me do this and thanks to the anon for asking requesting this for evie and i hope you dont mind that i was the one that ended up filling it 

request: “It’s okay to cry…”

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Jughead ripped through red lights faster than even the most lenient traffic laws allowed, something was wrong. Something was very wrong, and he felt his chest getting tighter the closer Pops came into his view.

The cause of his absolute panic? That would be The text message from Archie currently open on his cellphone, thrown lazily on the passenger seat of Fred’s oldest Pick up truck.

“I’m at Pops with Veronica, she’s a mess. It’s Betty. She’s gone.”

Gone? Gone where? What did that mean? Why wasn’t she answering her phone? And why the hell didn’t he walk her home from school today?!

Betty and Jughead had gotten into an argument earlier that day, an angry, heated, vicious argument, each of their insecurities bubbling up to the surface as they spewed nasty words and said things they were sure to regret. Jughead had skipped walking her home after school, sending Veronica instead. Betty was tense and distant from the morning all the way up to their blowout, when he asked her about her behavior she brushed him off, maybe he should have kept his cool but he hated that she was keeping things from him, needless to say the fight didn’t end well and he had gone off on his own, leaving Betty standing alone, crying in the blue and gold office.

Pulling crookedly into a parking spot in front of Pop Tate’s, Jughead jumped out of the car and ran into the restaurant spotting Veronica crying as Archie had an arm around her consoling her, he practically hopped over the booth
“Where is she? What happened?” He demanded, eyeing the raven haired mess.

Veronica sniffled
“I tried to stop her. I did everything I could, she just lost it. She wouldn’t stop crying, she just kept saying “I’m crazy too, I’m just like Polly”. She was ripping her hands open.. she’s got these scars.. Jughead I did everything I could.“ She whispered through a sob as Archie wrapped her in his arms.

"Where is she?! What do you mean "gone” gone where?! You have to tell me more, I don’t understand” he shouted frustrated, his hands slamming on the table.

Archie could sense his friends mood shifting and spoke in low hushed tones

“Ronnie said she’s having herself admitted, something about the same place as Polly. Dude.. polly.. Polly tried to kill herself last night, Betty found her downing pills in the bathroom, Betty thinks she’s crazy just like Polly she doesn’t want to get worse.” Archie cleared his throat, his brown eyes rimmed with unshed tears, sometimes Jughead forgot that Archie was Betty’s true best friend, he had been there before Veronica, before Kevin, even before Jughead.

“I’ve gotta stop her.” Jughead whispered “I’ve gotta stop her before it’s too late, those people at the Institution? They’ll ruin her. she’s not crazy. You know she’s not crazy.” He looked desperately to his friends who were all nodding

“She’s not crazy, she’s just hurting. She’s overwhelmed, she needs support not a nuthouse” Veronica sniffled

Jughead nodded to his friends as he rose from the booth.

“I’m not letting her drown, not without me.” He declared before running off to the truck and speeding off to Betty’s.

As he raced the streets of Riverdale, time seemed to be nothing but an illusion, he was in front of Betty’s house and slamming on her front door before he even knew he had turned on the ignition.

Alice Cooper opened the door and caught sight of Jughead, her red rimmed eyes and frazzled hair stuck out painfully as she visibly relaxed at the sight of Jughead. She knew her daughters boyfriend was the only one who could talk some sense into her broken daughter.

“Thankgod.” She mumbled “upstairs Jughead” she moved aside, watching him sprint up the stairs “our fair Romeo, off to save Princess Juliet” she whispered, the first hint of a smile she had seen in days resting on her face.

Jughead felt his muscles tighten, as he stood before her door. What was he supposed to say? I’m sorry for not being there? I’m sorry I left you like that? I sorry I couldn’t see that you were hurting, that you needed me?

His anxiety ridden thoughts were quickly cut short as Betty’s bedroom door ripped open revealing the beautiful blonde. Betty’s cheeks were covered in smudges of blood, he assumed from wiping her tears with bloody hands, her ponytail was half down, strands sticking to her damp face, the buttoned blouse she wore was missing a button and her hands were shaking, but god damnit if she still wasn’t the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

“Bets.” He whispered

At the sound of his voice, something shifted in Betty’s eyes as she fell against her boyfriend in a pile of chest aching sobs, her hands running all over him almost to ensure that he was real, he knew she was getting blood on his cheeks but that was okay, it was a part of her, a vulnerable, open, heartbreaking piece of his perfectly imperfect girlfriend.

After about thirty minutes of holding her as she wept, her breathing finally slowed and she looked up at him exhausted, her fingers moving to wipe at the blood she had left on his cheek, before flipping her own palm to stare ashamed at what she had done. Jughead shook his head and whispered “no” before bringing her open palm up to his lips and kissing her scars gently.

He heard Betty sigh as she leaned against his shoulder, he had to tell her, he needed her to know, there was so much he could say to her but he settled for

“We’re all crazy”

Those same words he had uttered almost four months ago, relaxing when he felt her smile into his shoulder

“I know.” She whispered

steve wakes up in the morning

and tony’s sitting up in bed hugging his knees and just watching steve sleep with a wistful expression on his face.

steve knows exactly what’s going through tony’s mind - tony’s thinking that he’s not good enough, that he’s dragging steve down, that it’s all going to end soon, that it’s going to hurt so much when steve leaves.

and steve wants to cry bcs tony’s so. wrong. about all of it, and he’s such a kind, wonderful, GOOD person and steve’s in love with him so deeply it’s like an ache in his chest sometimes, and he’s never, ever going to not love tony stark. and he’s certainly not going to leave but he doesn’t know how to make tony believe that.

so instead steve just opens his eyes and looks up at tony’s face, clear and blue. and he simply says, quiet and sure, ‘i’m going to love you till the day i die.’

and tony’s eyes get that soft wondering look and he smiles, a bit wobbly. and maybe his heart doesn’t quite believe it, not yet, but steve will never stop telling him every single day until tony knows it’s true.

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anonymous asked:

Do you thing little wolves are hunting easter eggs or the easter bunny? (Could they even eat the chocolate?)

Ah! This is super adorable! 

Talia’s Rules for Easter Sunday

There are rules for the Easter Egg hunt, okay? Rules

No peeking when the adults are hiding the eggs after breakfast! This means you, Cora, you sneaky sneak. (The eggs have to be hidden after breakfast, because otherwise they’ll get eaten by wildlife before the kids find them.) 

If you’re an adult and you’re hiding the eggs, do not hide them twenty feet up a tree. No, Peter, it was not funny, however quickly snapped bones heal. 

When it come to hunting the eggs, werewolves kids have to dab eucalyptus oil on the end of their noses. Yes. Laura, it does stink, that’s the point. It’s not fair on the human kids if you can sniff chocolate out at over five hundred paces. 

All the children have to be involved. This means you, Derek. Can you at least smile and pretend you’re having fun? 

That bright red egg sitting in the middle of the lawn? Jesus Christ, of course that’s for your two-year-old cousin. Can you just pretend you don’t see it and let her find it, please? 

No, it is not amusing to shift into wolf form and bring home a bloodied rabbit and then sing “Here Comes Peter Cottontail” for the rest of the day while the children are crying, Peter. If you do that again, I will personally murder you. Yes, I will. The same goes for deer at Christmas. 

And the most important rule of all: little werewolves do not eat chocolate. All chocolate is to be eaten when you are in human form. We don’t want to end up spending the rest of the day at the vet again, do we, Derek? And also Laura. And Cora. 


Next year can we just eat Hot Cross Buns instead? 

{Monsta X Reaction} to S/O having sleep paralysis

Scene: You’re lying there, tossing and turning because not a single position is comfortable. Eventually you lay on your back, but something’s wrong. It felt like someone was sitting on your chest, pinning your whole body down. Your eyes shoot open, but your whole body is stiff and it refuses to move, struggling to get a decent inhale of the cold night air, your conscience internally screaming at your body to move just a little. Just enough to wake your partner next to you. Tears slowly start to form and you’re scared of being stuck like this, but the fear only digs its nails further into your psyche when out in the corner of your eye you see this figure standing in the doorway. You can’t make out who it is, its face is completely blacked out, until it smiles. The tears now streaming down your face and all you want to do is move. When it felt like you were about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, the weight that was on your whole body was gone and so was the figure. You gasp loudly and began to sob even louder, waking your partner next to you.

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BTS Reaction to: You Falling Out Of Bed (cont.)

I previously did something similar to this, only it was focusing on only Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung! I will continue the reaction here for the rest of BTS. You can read the previous post about Yoongi, Jimin and Taehyung here ^_^

Once again, I’m writing this from the perspective that the boys aren’t asleep when you fall out of the bed~ 

Namjoon; He’d have you laying on his arm while he idly flicks through music on his phone with one earphone in his ear, listening to you gently breathing beside him - when all of a sudden you roll over and land on the ground with a thud. Namjoon would widen his eyes and bolt up straight in the bed and turn the bedside lamp on first before hopping down beside you, taking your face in his hands and saying “Oh my god, are you okay? Did you hit your head at all? Yu silly little…” before pulling you in close to him and hugging you on the floor for a few minutes. He would then try to make light of the situation, pulling a few funny faces to get you giggling before both of you get back into bed, him making you latch on to him tightly so you don’t roll away again.

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Jin; Jin would have his back facing you, before tunring around to spoon you from behind right before he starts to drift off to sleep. As he did, he would feel you slowly moving away from him before your weight flops off the bed and you end up on the floor. Because he’s nearly half asleep, Jin would lay there for a few seconds wondering where you’ve gone before he hears you groaning a little bit from the floor. His soul would completley leave his body as he rushes to your aid, his eyes wide and full of concern as he cradles you in his arms. When he see’s that you’re actually fine and you’re smiling at his concern for you he’d say “Oh you’re laughing? Ahhhh, I really thought you had hurt yourself. Do you like scaring oppa?” trying to be serious but he can’t help but smile at you and how adorable you look before giving you small kisses on your nose.

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J-Hope; I think Hobi is the type of person who really enjoys cuddling in bed, so he would already have his limbs completely wrapped around you so you won’t be going anywhere in a hurry. When he feels you starting to wriggle free, this boy would tighten his grip on you, but not realising how close you both are to the edge, you would end up pulling him down with you on to the floor and both of you would land on top of each other. Hobi is literally the brightest ray of sunshine so instead of getting all flustered, he would probably end up making you cry with laughter at his expense. “Did you just try and kill me by pulling me on to the floor? Yah, Jagiya…you’re gonna get it! proceeded by lots of tickling and bone crushing cuddles.

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Jungkook; This little baby would roll over to your side of the bed and reach his arms down to you before clambering off and switching the light on to make sure you’re not hurt. His face would be a mixture of horror and that little lip biting thing he does when he’s sad or unsure what to do. He would be asking you if you’re okay in a really quiet voice, and when you tell him you feel fine and that it happens to you a lot, he would just smile at you and say “If that’s the case, then maybe you should sleep next to the wall. That way if you go to roll off the bed, you’ll roll into…me instead?” followed by him blushing and chuckling at how corny he sounded and you giggling because he’s so adorable and thoughtful even though he’s still a little shy about cuddling you at night in bed~

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