it even had the sound effects and all

Today I beat Metroid: Samus Returns and what a blast that was! It’s not a perfect Metroid game, but it’s still really damn good. And the knowledge that Metroid as a series isn’t dead is a blessing. So, what did I think of Samus’ glorious return?

It was really fun, and oddly nostalgic. Hearing all those familiar tunes and sound effects were enough to give me goosebumps. Even though I played my first Metroid game in 2014, but I loved the series so much. And ever since that I awaited a new entry in the series.

Although the world design was fairly linear, the areas themselves connected in wonderful ways and had a lot of stuff hidden away. And the way how you reach some items is pretty creative. Although the whole power bomb jumping thing was really obscure, I don’t think the game tells you about that. And like in classic Metroid fashion by the end of the game you felt like an unstoppable powerhouse, and very few games actually manage to give you that feeling.

The game had very few bosses, but the few we did have were absolutely fantastic. I can’t praise the boss design enough. None of them felt too easy, and some I had to retry multiple times before I could beat them. Samus Returns certainly isn’t a walk in the park. The Metroids themselves were really neat as well. Zetas and Omegas being the most fun ones to fight. Alphas and Gammas were alright, at least they were fairly different from their AM2R counterparts.

That being said, it’s not a perfect game. Enemy variety in the game is kind lacking, to the point that they start resorting to re-colors and that’s honestly really lazy. You fight the same bat enemies at the start, and the end of the game. And although the Metroids were sort of fun, fighting them got a little repetitive over time. They try to spice things up with some elemental variants, but it still didn’t feel like it added the necessary spark. And the world design is really linear. You explore each area in a big circle while going from area 1 to 2 to 3 and etc… You can’t really explore out of order. Plus each area is connected by an elevator, so you never walk from area 1 to 3 or something. It’s not a huge deal really, but I like interconnected worlds better.

So yeah. Although not perfect, I think Samus Returns is an absolutely fantastic Metroid game worth experiencing. For new people and Metroid fans alike. It’s so damn good to have Metroid back, I can’t stress that enough. Let’s hope that Prime 4 delivers as well! This game gets 8 baby metroids out of 10.

The element of Air

The winds are ever changing and uncontrollable,

at times gentle and soft

other times violent and ruthless

but always, always uncontrollable.

the element of air stands out from the other elements.

all of the other elements; earth, fire, water, are all visible, and touchable (dont burn ya self lol)

air however, is only visible as it shakes the tree tops, and turns the leafs rustling into music

as such, people often have a harder time finding ways to incorporate the element of air into their craft.

here are a few easy and simple ideas for that;

🍃this can be done everywhere, on your way to work, or in the comfort of your garden;

notice the way your lungs expand with each breath.
visualize the pure air, cleansing your body and mind of all troubles bothering you.
this is very effective if you´ve had a particularly bad day at work or school, and have no way to leave the situation making you uncomfortable

🍃notice the sound the leafs and grass makes, as they are touched by the wind

really tune into the sound.
hum along to the breeze (the little folk really enjoys this as well),
if you want to, you can even make a little song out of the melody. i used to this a lot when i were a child. you really get in contact with your inner child.

🍃dancing. yes it sounds silly and it sure is! (this is also something the faery folk likes), but feeling the way the wind touches your body, and letting it sway you is both fun and a very good way of bonding.

🍃on car rides, particularly hot days, sticking you hand out the way and notice how the wind braids itself around your fingers, now try moving your hand and fingers in different ways, it is a really good calming method, if you´re feeling annoyed as well.

🍃opening your windows, and letting new air in. sit and notice how the atmosphere slowly changes.

🍃if it´s a stormy day out, i like to visualize the wind going trough me, encouraging bravery and strength, this always makes me feel very powerful, and witchy

🍃doing spells in stormy weather, particularly ones for strength, courage or curses is a super good way to get you in the mood, and gives an extra energy boost to the spell

Draco’s Soulmate

so I saw this au where there was a countdown on someone’s wrist to the moment they meet their soulmate and I’m a sucker for soulmate and muggle au’s so I decided to write one! I might do one in Harry’s POV if y’all want me to. Enjoy!

3 minutes and 34 seconds. The nerves were growing inside him. Draco had always strived to look his best, however this morning nothing seemed right. Even though his hair was perfectly styled and he tried to look casual but not too casual (even though the man almost always wore a suit). Today he wore a white button up under a black blazer and black skinny jeans. Draco didn’t think it was possible for someone to feel overdressed and underdressed at the same time, but that’s what he was feeling.

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But…. But there was no difference between Mark and Dark in that outro- except for the obvious glitches/ color changes.

It’s not even DARK’S voice that says “bye-bye!”, it’s Mark’s (but we have Dark’s background sound effects/ high pitch ringing).

If Dark is a manipulator that will do anything to gain our trust, could that include flawlessly portraying Mark- just like in the “chocolate ending” of ADWM?

Now that doesn’t mean we’ve been watching Dark ALL this time, but this might just be another… Demonstration that Dark can do this.

Experiment #3 - Request

Requested by anon:  okay okay experiment part two is making me want to SIN SO BAD, so I’ve got request! Sherlock is investigating a case about sex workers who ended up dying, but instead of them being tied up and tortured for the murderers fun, it’s because the murderer is just hella kinky and kills his victims after. Sherlock can’t wrap his mind around kinks and asks his assistant (Y/N) to help show him???? If that makes sense??????

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Word count: 2,424

Warnings: Smut (Bondage, unprotected, rough)

A/N: Not only is this for Sequel Friday but also because I believe we all need a smutty week-ending. ;)


Originally posted by lovepotterwholockuniverse

| Experiment #1 | Experiment #2 |

Sherlock was at his seat, with his blue eyes glued to his phone. (Y/N) was sitting at the victim’s chair, with her laptop on and doing some research. John was at his seat, staring awkwardly at the two of them.

“So…” John spoke, “You’re fine?”

“Yes.” Sherlock and (Y/N) replied in unison.

“No tension or anything?” John continued.

“Nope.” (Y/N) popped the last syllable.

“Oh, that’s great.” John nodded.

“I don’t get why the killer would tie them.” Sherlock complained, “He had them right there, why would he tie them? Did they try to run away?”

(Y/N) giggled and Sherlock snapped his head to look at her. With a cocked eyebrow, he silently asked her for an explanation.

“You really don’t know what fetishes are, do you?” She inquired playfully.

“It’s a sexual fixation… What does this have to do with the killer?” Sherlock fumed.

“The killer is a kinky bastard.” Watson stated and (Y/N) nodded in agreement.

“It doesn’t make any sense!” Sherlock roared, dropping his phone to the coffee table and throwing his hand up.

“It also didn’t make any sense to you that someone could be aroused by…”

“SHUT UP!” Sherlock commanded and stormed to his room without allowing neither (Y/N) or John to argue back.

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Take my breath away (a fluffy one shot)

(Bucky x Reader) (Steve x Reader)

We all know the ‘bring a fake date to the reunion’ trope, I’ve tried to use that one but do it a little differently. I hope you guys like it! 

This is a Steve and Bucky AU fic.

Story: You’ve had a huge crush on Bucky all through college but nothing ever happened between you two. You are determined to change this when you see him again at the reunion 15 years later, but another man shows up to disturb those plans.

Word count: 4110

No warning. This is mostly fluff and feels, a lot of kissing and soft touches but nothing beyond that.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t fucking cry.

You could do this, it was just one stupid night, one stupid reunion and then you’d never have to see him again. You could go back to forgetting all about his existence and get back to your life.

Your life as a hopeless, desperate, single woman in her thirties who hadn’t been on a date for as long as she could remember. Back to table-for-one restaurant visits and girls nights out where you were the only single girl in the group.
Back to your empty apartment with no one waiting for you except your cat Noodles who didn’t really care when you dragged your ass home as long as she got fed.

You shouldn’t have come here tonight. You knew this reunion was a horrible idea, you hated these people back then and you hated them just as much now.

Well, not all of them.

Not James, you could never hate James. James Bucky Barnes had been the only one who made your college years somewhat bearable, not that he was ever aware of that fact.

You’d had a crush on him all through college and you never had the guts to tell him. He didn’t even know you existed.

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Daddy’s Little Girl

Title: Daddy’s Little Girl

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: You used to be a nude cam model. Negan was your favorite customer. What are the chances that you’d see him again now that the dead’s taken over the world?

Warnings: NSFW, smut, daddy kink lol

Note: This got me back on track yay. Not sure if there will be a part 2 to this…yay or nay? ;)

Again, italicized parts are flashbacks.

You clicked your tongue in irritation when your captor started pushing you into the premises of the compound you’ve been spying on. He snickered at you when you glowered at him, “Got a problem, sugar?” he sneered as he shoved you forward again.

“You tied my hands but not my feet. Point is, I can walk on my own. No need to keep on pushing me.” You hissed and started walking ahead of him only to be pulled back.

“Nice try, bitch.” He mocked and placed a hand on your upper back to push you again.

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My favorite thing about Aku aside from all of the obvious stuff is that he always had sound effects. Whenever he moved you always heard the sound of cracking wood, even if it was just a tiny hand movement. And on any close ups of his face you could hear fire crackling because his eyebrows were literally made of fire. It was so neat to just hear all these sounds whenever he was on screen, it really added to his character.

Every Waking Hour

@voltronwhumpweek2017 - Day 5: Insomnia/Mental illness.

I see your insomnia and raise you some induced insomnia. A Lance fic for my IRL awesome friend

Hunk felt his heart break a little as he found an utterly lost Lance wandering down the hallway that lead to the kitchen.

“Lance?” he asked.

Lance turned to face him and Hunk felt his heart break even more as he got a good look at his best friend’s face. The circles under his eyes had darkened so much so that they resembled bruises, and they stood out starkly against Lance’s skin, which was much paler than usual. If Hunk was honest, Lance looked more like a walking corpse than anything else. Not that he was going to mention that to Lance. Definitely not.

Lance blinked blearily at Hunk for a long moment before recognition flashed across his mostly blank features, “Hunk?”

“Yeah, man, it’s me.” Hunk replied, reaching out to steady Lance when he wobbled.

“Hunk, I… Wh-where are we? I don’t - shouldn’t we be in class? Or… something? I don’t know.”

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Request: Hey! I loved your last Tom Holland imagine! And I was wondering if you could make another one where he and the reader are friends (or better friends) and the reader has feelings for Tom, but he is with Zendaya (or other person) so she spends more time with The rest of the cast, then after a long day of shooting, Tom goes to see her and they have an argument then make-out follows! Please? Thanks! Sorry, English is not my language! :)

Requested by: anonymous.

A/N: Thank you, love! I altered your imagine a bit where he isn’t with Zendaya, and because of speculation of them dating, I want to respect both Tom’s and Zendaya’s privacy. Even though I doubt either will see this, I don’t want to speculate, so rather I just made it where the reader is jealous because he spends so much time with Zendaya. Hope you don’t mind!

Pairing: Tom x Reader

Warnings: making out?

“Y/N!” At the sound of Tom’s voice, you picked up the speed in your step, desperate to get away before he could catch you. You knew what he wanted, and you knew it wasn’t good, especially since you’d been avoided his company for well over a few weeks. The only time you actually allowed yourself to be near Tom was when filming, and your two characters had a scene together. Otherwise, you spent most of your time with the other members of the cast, namely Laura.

“Y/N, slow down! Just wait a minute-”

But it seemed finally Tom had been able to catch up to you. You cursed yourself, because it was mainly your fault why he’d been able to reach you after filming. Today had been a particular exhausting day of filming and instead of rushing off home or to hang out with friends, you’d toddled, hung around set for a bit because you were tired. And now, after days of trying to catch you before leaving or running off, Tom had managed to reach you.

For a second, when you reached the doors to your car, you’d thought you had managed to get away. You’d even sighed a breath of relief, checking off that you’d been able to avoid awkward confrontation another day. But then a hand fell on your wrist, snatching it from the car door handle and twisting you so you were facing him. You gasped, shocked but then you found Tom’s face and you froze. He was the same height as you, maybe a tad bit shorter, so there was no way to get away from his gaze on you.

“Jesus Y/N,” Tom sighed, panting heavily. He’d been running to catch up with your rather fast and lengthy steps. You avoided his eyes, looking down to your right as you leaned against your car door. What Tom lacked in height he gained in… well everything. And it was hard to hide the fact that the reason you’d been avoiding him was because you were jealous his attention had been on another girl when you were faced with his rather attractive… everything. “Look at me.”

You bit your lip, relenting; “no.”


“No.” You raised your voice slightly. And despite your previous one worded response, you turned your gaze to him anyway, tears in your eyes as everything that had been cooped up the past weeks came to resurface. Tom’s rather annoyed face dropped and was immediately replaced with worry when he saw your expression, pausing in his efforts. You, though, continued. “No. I won’t look at you. Why should I? It’s not like you even gaze my way.”

“What do you mean?” Tom’s breathless voice echoed, and you had to restrain yourself from melting at the sound. Tom had that effect on you. “All you’ve been doing for the past weeks is ignore me!” His voice raised considerably, his cheeks flushing in anger. You found yourself stunned, the realization that your decision to ignore Tom had not only hurt you, and may have hurt him more than yourself. “When I show up at an interview, you leave. Show up at work? You leave, saying some excuse. Show up at Jacob’s, or Laura’s, or Zendaya’s house? You leave. So how am I in the wrong?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head as you felt yourself get all riled up. Zendaya. “Have you taken the time to consider why I might have done this?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Tom sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah.” He mumbled, “a hundred times. Wanna tell me?” You said nothing, shaking your head stubbornly. After a minute of complete tense silence, you heard Tom sigh once again, more frustration behind his breath. Then he let go of your wrist, looking to the side. Though he didn’t step back, he was still as close as he had been before, trapping you against the side of your car. “You know what? Why do I even care? You’re the one acting like a crybaby because you need attention.”

Your mouth fell open in indignation, shocked that he would say such hurtful words. You paused, turning to look at him and you could see his face fall when he realized just what he had said. But before he could say anything, you interrupted him; “you’re right. I do need attention-”

“That’s not what I meant. Y/N-”

“No,” your voice was sickly sweet. The tears coming back full force, as you stared at Tom in hurt. “You’re right. I do. Just not the kind of attention you think. I want attention from you.” You watched Tom’s face fall in bewilderment but you were too riled up to care. “But you’re too busy with Zendaya to care.”

“What do you mean?” Tom asked hesitantly.

You dropped your hands in a fit, shaking your head; “I mean I love you! I have for so long and every attempt i’ve ever had in trying to get you to know or even look at me, you’re too busy laughing or chatting with Zendaya. So yeah, I did avoid you, but only because it was clear you didn’t need me in the beginning.” You finish with a huff, calming down the second you spoke your last word. Realizing that you had just up and confessed everything, your eyes fell on Tom, gauging his reaction. He said nothing.

You then, tired of the whole day in general, shook your head. “Forget I said any-” Before you could finish your words there were warm, soft lips on your own. Hands fell on your face, cradling it with such care but Tom kissed you with such force. At first you were too shocked to do anything, the sheer reality that Tom was kissing you keeping you still, and then you found yourself in the moment. Pressed up against your car, Tom’s body covering your own, you kissed him back with such force.

The kiss lasted a few moments before you both separated, panting breathlessly. You said nothing, rocking with his movements as you held the back of his head. He leaned forward, pressing another kiss against your lips before whispering; “I love you.”

All anguish had vanished, and you found yourself smirking against his lips. “Oh, you do, do you?”

“Have everyday.” Tom grinned, “and will everyday.”

“I think that’s a sufficient enough apology.” You considered teasingly, nodding to yourself. Tom leaned back from your embrace, opening his mouth in mocked shock towards you. “Apology? And why should I be the one to apologize? You’re the one who ignored me.” He reminded, poking at your stomach. You giggled, grabbing ahold of his stomach and sighed.

“Because, you kept me waiting.”

All I Want - Jughead Jones

 Request: Hii! Could you maybe do one with Jughead where he thinks he’s not good enough for the reader so he starts distancing himself from them and they confront him and then just fluff please? Thnxxx love your writing 💕

Why thank you little cinnamon roll! Hope I did your request justice :)

Warnings: swearing

Jughead Jones x Reader

OH AND ALSO, I have nothing against Reggie. Personally I think there should be more imagines and stuff for him. CHUCK on the other hand, I hate with a fiery passion. He can spontaneously combust for all I care.

Cheers to @satanwithstardust for being trash and reading stuff as always cos she smells. Oh and @betty-coopers-number-one-stan for being my new friend because I’m alone ;c eheheh ENJOY

Words: 3,014 (longest one yet yayay)

“How long have you two been dating now?” Veronica queried, as you walked down Riverdale High’s empty corridors with her by your side. She was of course, referring to the ‘Sad Breakfast Clubs’ power couple, you and Jughead Jones. 

A light blush creeped onto your cheeks as you responded. “A few months now,” You tried to play it off casually, acting like you didn’t know it had been exactly 3 months and 17 days since he’d mustered the courage to ask you out on a date to Pop’s. Everything had escalated from there and you’d never felt happier. He was your best friend and the one you loved, and in your eyes, there was nothing better than falling in love with your best friend. 

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BTS Reaction to their S/O getting hate for dating them


He was disappointed in his fans for bashing his girlfriend over the internet or calling her disgusting names as she walked the streets, but he couldn’t say he didn’t see this coming. Namjoon being the protective type of boyfriend would have ask the company and his manager if they could send out a message either on twitter or the fancafe declaring that him and you are dating and any form of hate towards their relationship or to you directly will not be tolerated and those harassing her either online or in person will be charged. He would constantly tell you not to focus too much on it even though it was getting pretty intense and to just focus on your relationship. Whenever you were depressed after seeing the nasty comments people would post online, Namjoon would always do little cute things to make you feel better like taking you out on cute ice cream dates or relaxing walks in the park at night. All these little things he did for you made you feel loved and it always took your mind away from the negativity. You loved how sweet he was and you appreciated him so much for always giving you encouraging words to console whenever you were down and this made you realise that you didn’t need to focus on his so called ‘fans’ that didn’t like or support their relationship because you know Namjoon and you did and that was all that mattered.

“We won’t let them spilt us apart”

Originally posted by ksjknj


Seokjin He could immediately tell something was off when you weren’t overjoyed at the fact that he had prepared all of your favourite dishes. He’d hesitantly question why you were in such a bad mood, but you would just shake him off, giving the classic excuse; your workmates were extremely hard to deal with so you were emotionally drained. He accepted it and you both would settle down at the dinner table to eat in a tense atmosphere. This would become a sort of routine for a couple of days; you coming home in a bad mood, dismissing it with the same excuse and Seokjin, not wanting to fight, would leave it at that, until everything unravelled. You just happened to leave your phone, unlocked with twitter opened, when you left to use the bathroom (continued) Normally Seokjin respected your privacy to the point of him refusing to be in the same room when you took a call, however your attitude the past few days was worrying to say the least. He grabbed your phone, and what he saw your direct messages opened. His eyes widened in shock, hundreds of hate messages were flooding her inbox. Scrolling through the seemingly never ending messages, he grew angrier and angrier. ‘Why didn’t she say anything’ he questioned, he immediately confronted you when you exited the bathroom. Your cheeks lit up from embarrassment, before confessing that you were worried he’d do something rash that would cause him to lose fans. He just took you in his arms, sighing gently.

“ Anyone who hurts you can’t love me.”

Originally posted by seokjins-wings


Yoongi would always wonder what made you so depressed these past few days and why whenever he asked you what was wrong why you would always reply with short answers saying it’s nothing or that you were fine. It bothered him to know that you were feeling somewhat depressed and down and you wouldn’t open up to him but he thought giving you the space you needed would make you eventually tell him what was going on so he backed off with all his question ling and waited. A couple days had pass and you weren’t any better, maybe a little worse and he couldn’t bare to see you beat yourself up like this over something he was completely oblivious about.  He regretted never finding out what was wrong and trying to help you when he came over to yours after practice and heard faint sobs coming from your room, without any hesitation he rushed to your room, his heart breaking seeing you curled up on your bed with tear stained cheeks trying to calm your sniffling. He took slow cautious steps towards you laying figure, his heart breaking a little more every time he heard a sob leave your lips. He sat next to you and reached out to remove your hair from covering your slightly swollen face as a result from your crying. Seeing you like this inflicted something in him whether it was concern or anger. He asked you what was wrong leaning down so he laid with you in his arms trying not to upset you any further. You sighed and relaxed into his chest trying your best to swallow down the unshed tears fighting to escape as you built up the courage to tell him what caused you to be in this state. As soon as you were finished what ever anger he had in him was full out rage now. He couldn’t stand the people that claimed to be his fans treating his girlfriend like this, calling her a slut, a whore and even a gold digger that was only with him for his money but he completely lost it when you told him that they threatened to do anything in their power to break them up. You tired to calm him saying it wasn’t that big of a deal but even though he only calmed a little bit he was still worried.

“Don’t worry y/n, I’ll deal with it”

Originally posted by jimiyoong


Hoseok had noticed it for a while now. You’ve been so distant lately, withdrawing from showing affection in public, which would have been normal had it been a few months ago when the world knew you as his sister’s best friend rather than his girlfriend. You had spent two and a half years of your time together keeping your relationship a secret. Hoseok couldn’t bear the thought of your relationship being kept a secret from the rest of the world, so a few months ago, he had BigHit release a statement, announcing your relationship. From then, he had hoped it would have been smooth sailing, but it seems to have the opposite effect on your relationship. You sat in front of Hoseok, your eyes refusing to even graze his anxious frame, both of you sat at your dinner table, eating a lunch you prepared. The sound of silverware clinking on  plates was all that could be heard, while Hoseok repeatedly glances up at you. The sound of a text coming through to your phone alerts the both of you. He watches you as you swiftly grab your phone, unlock it and scan the contents of the text. With each word your mind registered, your face fell, tears quickly gathering in the corners of your eyes. Hoseok took note of this and quickly grabbed the phone from your hands, his eyes scanning the text. 

“You’re such a fucking whore, stay away from Hoseok you bitch” 

Hoseok blinked in shock.  He never once considered that you might have been getting hate. In fact, ARMYs loved you when you were known to the world as his sister’s best friend. That was precisely the reason why he decided to make your relationship public. ‘How did a fan even get your number?!’ he asked himself incredulously. Looking up at you, he saw that the tears had already fell from your eyes. Without a second thought, he rounded the table to latch onto you like a child.

“I’m soo sorry, I didn’t know" 

Originally posted by parkjiminer


Jimin was always the type of person to know when something was bothering you even if it was something so small and unimportant, he would always know, cause he knows you. So when you started receiving hate from his ‘fans'and it caused you to always be in a down mood he immediately realized your off behavior. He would be cautious about it not trying to pressure you to tell him what was bothering you giving you your space, but that didn’t mean he would leave it as is, he would do small little things to bring your spirits up like cute movie nights, buying your favorite snack or food or just randomly cuddling you until you couldn’t help but smile. You were sitting in the living room of Jimin and the boys dorm mindlessly scrolling through your phone until you came across a post, the type of posts that was the cause your depressed state lately, someone had posted a picture of Jimin and you together, when you both went on a date and had a very long detailed paragraph downgrading you saying you weren’t pretty or skinny enough to be dating him and that he deserved someone better. You couldn’t hold back the tear that rolled down your cheek feeling absolutely horrible about yourself. You couldn’t believe someone could be so cruel. Just as a sob left your mouth Jimin walked into the room clueless about your depressed state, you tried to compose yourself as you quickly wiped your damp cheeks smiling up at your boyfriend as he approached you, but knowing Jimin, he noticed. “What’s wrong, why are you crying” worry laced in his words as he sat next to you and intertwined your hands in your lap. When you told him what caused your tears he immediately felt guilty, for this hate was because of him. Sighing, Jimin would try to be positive, smiling in your direction, that smile that always warmed your heart and tell you to don’t worry about those comments and that they weren’t going to affect your relationship with him, in his eyes it just made him want to be with you more to show his ‘fans’ that you were beautiful in every way in his eyes despite what other see or say.

 “Who cares what others think, you have me and I have you, that’s all that matters”

Originally posted by kimthehyung


Both you and Taehyung had been extremely busy with your respective jobs so to say it was hard for you to meet up was putting it very lightly. You both had barely managed to maintain constant good morning texts, throughout this time but you were beginning to miss Taehyung more than you had previously anticipated, especially when you had to deal with a constant stream of death threats and hate messages coming into all of your social media inboxes. Since BigHit confirmed your relationship with Taehyung earlier that year, you have been on the receiving end of thousands of hate messages and it was beginning to get to you. Tae had always been a caring soul, always reminding you to tell him if any fans bothered you or said nasty things but you couldn’t bare the thought of piting him against his fans that devoted their time and money into making him the megastar he is today. So in the end, you would just keep it locked up on the inside. You and Taehyung had  finally arranged a date on the very rare day that you both had off. You’d been sweetly enjoying yourselves, entwined hands swinging between the both of you as you walked along the paved trail in the park. Settling down at a picnic table you had told Taehyung you had to use the bathroom and that you’d be back in five minutes. Five minutes came and passed, then ten minutes and then fifteen. Taehyung had began to become anxious, taking off in the direction of the bathrooms. He hand barely just passed the girls bathroom when he hear voices. He pressed his head against the door to listen.

 " How dare you think you have the right to keep Taehyung to yourself"

 A slap echoed in through the vacant bathroom, Taehyung flinching at the sound before pushing the door open. The two girls that had you cornered broke away before cowering into a corner of their own. Taehyung’s glare sent them scurrying out of the bathroom. Almost immediately, he ran to your side, holding you up  from sliding down the wall onto the floor. Moisture collected in his eyes as he whispered into your ears,

“I’ve made you suffer, haven’t I?”

Originally posted by donewithjeon


Jungkook was beyond clueless about the whole situation about you receiving so much hate for being with him. He was always very busy and hardly had anytime to actually sit and be on his phone or laptop to check what was going on in the fandom. Knowing how he would react you tried your best to keep this hidden from him, you knew he would blame himself saying that it was all his fault for this hate being directed at you. Whenever he was with you, you kept a smile and preppy personality to hide what you were really going through all the while trying to prevent him from going on his phone. He thought your behaviour was a little sceptical but didn’t think too much into it figuring you were just trying to spend time with him. You both were at this little cafe having lunch, you cherished these times you got to spend with him and nothing really got your mood down when all your attention and feelings were directed to your boyfriend, in these rare moments you actually forgot about all the hate and just focused on being with him and what you both had but this feeling was short lived when your phone buzzed signifying you had got a notification. Without thinking you mindlessly unlocked your phone but was greeted with something that instantly turned your mood upside down. The warm and happy feeling you had now turned into a depressed and anxious one. He noticed your change in mood, becoming worried and decided that he would ask what had been bothering you wondering if it had anything to do with him always being busy. Your eyes widened trying to find the right words knowing if you said it was nothing he would definitely know you were lying because you knew he could sense your change in mood. You started stuttering on your words but what caught you off-guard was him suddenly reaching across your shared table and grabbed your phone. You heart beat increased panicking about him finding out about the hate you were getting. His eyes narrowed at the screen frowning as he processed what he was seeing. As you were about to tell him it was nothing to worry about he cut you off. 

“ Why the fuck didn’t you tell me about this, how long was this going on for?, I should if known something like this would of happened when we started dating, I’m sorry y/n it’s all my fault I didn’t mean for any of this to happen.”

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

Slipping Away- Newt Scamander x Reader

Request: Your writing is my life. Can I request something hella angsty. i dont care what it is but i need angst. Also can it be a happy ending? thanks

A/n: I love writing angst, also sorry this is kind of late

Warnings: insecurities, implied emotional breakdowns, angsty themes everywhere, slight swearing


You sat combing your wet hair in the bathroom as drops of water from the faucet still echoed throughout, breaking the eerie silence. You allowed the comb to weave and untangle the messy locks of your hair before you hung the towel back up on its rack. With a sigh, you turned back towards the mirror, which was now fogging slightly. Your eyes were tired and your face lacked its usual perky smile, for its existence had long been faded. The water drops ceased, leaving you in silence once more, a sound you were far too accustomed to in recent times.

Newt had been spending so much time away in his habitats recently, and it was beginning to have a negative effect on you. You knew in your heart that the beasts were important to him, they were important to you as well, but he had spent days working constantly on his book, and you longed for some sort of affection besides a brief hug or kiss every now and then. Even now he was hard at work inside of his case, probably watching the occamies again since they had just hatched.

All you wanted was some attention, a sign that he was still there. The two of you had been dating for about a year or so now, and you thought he still loved you. If he did, then he wasn’t showing it or even really making an attempt to. You felt a dull throbbing ache in your chest on a daily basis. It often worsened as you prepared breakfast by yourself in your empty kitchen with nothing but a light jazz record to accompany you, or when you would end up falling asleep in a cold bed, only to wake up the next morning in the same state. You just needed someone to love, someone to talk to. By now you were starting to wonder as to what would happen if you just disappeared, if you just vanished into thin air or ceased to exist. He didn’t really need you anyways. If anything you stood in his way, he could easily live without you.

You readjusted your sweater collar before unlocking the door and heading out into the main room, only to stop in your tracks at the sight before you.

Newt was standing in your shared bedroom doorway, holding what appeared to be a worn blue notebook.

‘Oh no,’ you thought as a wave of anxiety washed over your form. You wanted to shrink away into a darkened hole and never come back out.

Newt stood slightly hunched over as he flipped through the pages of the notebook. His eyebrows furrowed in confusion, shock, and hurt. What he didn’t know is that this notebook just so happened to be the one where his love wrote all of their deepest and darkest feelings. Tear stains and ink splotches dotted the page margins and creased lay darkened. His oceanic eyes scanned each word, stabbing his heart with a jagged knife. The entries all varied, but each had been written with a common theme.

October 2, 1925
Today I am feeling more lonely than usual, and the feeling itself is rather unsettling. I’m trying to occupy myself, but I still think that the pain would subside if Newt were here. However, I can’t interrupt is work, even though he’s been so busy with it. Sometimes I wish he would just take a break for once…

October 19, 1925
Another empty bed, and another sleepless night.

October 27, 1925
Newt and I got into a small disagreement today, and we haven’t spoken for a bit. I hope our relationship, or whatever is left of it, can survive. He’s been a bit more distant, and I know that he’s off working on his novel, but I really do miss him. Sometimes I wonder if he would be happier if I were gone, so that he could maybe be with someone else who isn’t as annoying or clingy or stupid. Maybe he can find another pretty and kind person to snuggle up to at night.
I wonder if he still cares or thinks about me. I prepared his favorite tea, hoping he would come back up for dinner, but he didn’t. I miss him, but I guess I can’t interrupt him.

He paused, and then looked at the most recent entry, which was dated to yesterday.

November 3, 1925
I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I know he doesn’t hate me, but I can’t take being alone anymore. Maybe he’s purposely avoiding me, and maybe that’s why he doesn’t talk or hug or kiss me as much as he used to. If I had been better or smarter, or perhaps more beautiful would he have stayed? Am I that annoying and hard to be around to the point where my own boyfriend may not love me anymore?

Newt wasn’t able to make it through the final passage. It stung his heart and eyes too much. Sobs were choked back as his hands began to shake violently out of anger, not really towards you, but towards himself. Just then, a thud brought him back out of his thoughts.

You had accidentally dropped the comb in your hand, causing it to create a sound causing Newt’s worries and concerned expression to face towards you. He closed the book softly as if it were fashioned out of glass and he moved towards you. Your heartrate and breathing raced in panic as the world swirled around you.

Newt was probably furious, angry and packed with rage that you thought or said things like that about him, and not even towards his face. You had been selfish, he was only trying to write his book, but oh no, you had to be a pathetic person and desire attention at all hours of the day. You wanted to rip your hair out and scream, as you felt slightly betrayed that he had found the book from its hidden space under your side of the bed and read it, scanning over each word with his own two crystal eyes. You feared his reaction. If your relationship wasn’t over yet, it soon would be for sure. His eyes and face were already turning red and you braced yourself for the worst. You prepared for him to scream and yell and spit words furiously at you. You expected a full blown fight like never before. Your heart shattered into smaller remains, stabbing you from the inside out and pricking your chest. Your lungs became filled with toxic smoke, and all you needed was oxygen, but its freedom was nowhere to be found. You feared for darkness. You feared for a dark storm cloud. You feared for hell itself as you shut your eyes and covered your waterfalls of flowing tears with your tingling and shaking hands.

The darkness never came, but was instead, replaced with a warm embrace. The icy atmosphere and tension were slowing thawing away, like winter into spring as daisies and daffodils began to sprout through the last frost.

Newt had started to cry, and not just a few tears, but audible bawling surrounded by pain and aches. His voice was strangled, like someone was clutching his throat, forbidding speech from escaping his lips. His freckles glistened from the rivers that passed over them. He held you as if trying to keep all of your pieces together before sinking to the ground with you still in his arms. By now, all of the emotions and tears that had been locked up in your caged heart for weeks began to escape through the cracks, and your body trembled. Newts hand held your head as the coolness of your damp hair splashed onto his hands and cheeks, mixing with his salty tears.

“Y/n, why in the name of bloody Merlin didn’t you tell me that y-you felt like t-this? Why m-my darling? W-why!?” he choked out loudly, as he was now cross with himself for making you revel in this much pain and suffering for so long. He wasn’t wearing his coat, but he was still warm, as opposed to your shivering and shaking body.

“I-I didn’t want to bother you. Besides Newt, w-we’re so distant now.”

“Darling we aren’t that distant though-,”

“Newt when was the last time we had any time together huh? When was the last time you said I love you like you genuinely meant it?”

Newt opened his mouth to speak, but words didn’t come out. Instead another round of tears followed as he still continued to hold you as if you were going to disappear away from him.

“I am the shittiest boyfriend to ever live. Y/n I’m so sorry that I’ve d-done this to you, you must hate me! I don’t deserve you, oh what have I done! I’ve broken you. I need to fix you, How can I fix you!?” he panicked, and all he wanted to do was capture your lips, but he knew he shouldn’t cross that line right now. Hell, he may not even be able to call himself your boyfriend after this.

Your sobbing mixed with the sound of his, and you didn’t mean to sound so angry or snappy. Carefully, you brought your thumb under his eye to wipe a tear stream away, the touch causing him to look up from where he had buried his face in your chest.

“N-Newt?” you asked in a silenced whisper and almost ghostlike.

“Yes m-my dar-, yes Y/n?” he responded, pausing before he could say the word ‘darling’ as he wasn’t sure if he deserved the allowance to do so.

“Do you still love me?”

Newt’s heart crashed and splintered, like glass thrown against a wall. This was all his fault. He made you feel this way, he made you feel unloved and undesirable. This was all his doing, and he had been so involved in his life and where it was going that he didn’t realize that he was harming himself in the process.

“Of c-course I do. I love you so much Y/n. a simple apology won’t m-m-make this go away, I know that. But love I am sorry, I am so sorry that I have put you through this hell. I understand if you don’t love me though, I wouldn’t love me either right n-now.”

The notebook was long discarded as you pulled yourself closer into Newt’s chest, which began to rise and fall irregularly from all of his painful sobs. He reacted by grabbing your waits and pulling you closer and shielding you, as if he needed to protect your from the world.

“I still love you Newt.”

“Y-you do?”

“Of course, I was just upset, and it was my fault anyway-,”

“Don’t even finish that sentence Y/n. This had nothing to do with you. I was the idiot who was too stupid and blind to see that my own darling was suffering alone. I love you my dear and I’ll do anything and everything to fix this, please. Please Y/n I can’t lose you. This is all my fault and I can only hope that you’ll forgive me.”

Your breathing had begun to fall back to a normal rate, and you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him into a gentle, yet still desired kiss. Newt hesitated to kiss back at first, not because he didn’t want to, but because he was scared of hurting you more. His lips smoothed over yours and sweetly massaged against yours, as the passion within him ignited. He held onto you still, afraid that you would break if he let you go. Your hand graced his stubble, and he brushed his hand through your wet hair, sending a shiver down both of your spines. He began to move his hands back down to your waist to scoop you up into his firm arms, and this movement made you break the kiss.

“Newt what are you doing?”

He kissed your lips again, shuffling the notebook away as it slid across the floor.

“I’m taking my love for some alone time.”

“B-But Newt…”

“No, this is long overdue, and I was an idiot. You deserve this, and I shouldn’t have made you hurt like I did. Now please, I need you in my arms right now, I need to show you how much I love you.”

You pressed your head against his chest and you nodded sleepily, as the emotional breakdown had worn you out a bit. Newt noticed and kissed you hair before proceeding to wrap you in a blanket from off of your shared couch. His heartbeat echoed in your ears, as it began to lull you into an aura of comfort once more.

The two of you may have hit a bumpy road, but the two of you were strong. He didn’t mean to hurt you, you understood that, and you knew that everything would be okay. You heard him mutter an ‘I love you’ as he carried and set you onto your shared bed before he curled up next to you. His arms wrapped around you after he kicked his boots off, and the two of you made up for lost cuddles as you each dozed off on the protection of each other.


Silence // Spencer Reid

Warnings: If you like happy endings, this fic isn’t for you.

Originally posted by visions-of-brighter-love

There were many things in life you hadn’t planned for. For starters you’d never planned to move to DC. It had been an impulse decision when you felt suffocated in your own state, and it was there, and it was welcoming. You’d never planned to rent out the apartment next to a certain FBI agent. You could barely afford the rent but after looking for a cheaper place and seeing the safety risks, you’d decided to take the one bedroom apartment.

You hadn’t planned on having your purse stolen on your way home one night. You had dragged your feet on your way home afterwards, a mix of anger and disappointment with humanity filling you. You groaned when you realized the landlord was still out and wouldn’t be available to open your door that night. Instead you simply took a seat on the hard floor and hoped fate would send something, anything, good your way. Much to your surprise, fate’s idea of a good thing was a tall gorgeous brunette.

“Are you ok?” Spencer asked as he saw you leaning against your door, utterly defeated by the long day you’d just endured. He himself had just gotten in from a case and was surprised to find someone in the hallway so late at night.

“I don’t have my keys,” you sighed deeply, “I won’t be able to get into my apartment until the morning when I can ask the landlord for a spare.”

He looked you over as if assessing if you were telling the truth and whether or not you’d be any danger to him. You weren’t offended by it. The city was a dangerous place and it wasn’t uncommon to be wary of even your neighbors.

“You can sleep on my couch if you want. It’ll be more comfortable than the floor,” he offered as he opened the door to his own place.  

“You promise you won’t kill me?” you asked jokingly. He chuckled, finding the question more amusing than you expected him to.

“Trust me, I’m not a killer,” he assured. He smiled and motioned for you to follow him. “Come on. It’s only a night.”

You hadn’t planned to spend the night on his couch, and you definitely hadn’t planned on falling in love with him either. That just sort of happened on its own due to the way the two of you clicked, your conversations flowing effortlessly. Simple conversations turned into coffee dates. Coffee dates turned into dinner dates. Dinner dates turned into dates that lasted well into the night, and even bled over into the next day until the sunrise shining through the windows let Spencer know it was time to get up for work. Spencer himself hadn’t expected to fall in love either, but soon enough he found himself in your bed most nights with a joyous grin on his face and you in his arms.

You hadn’t planned on many things, and being pregnant was one of them.

Spencer was in shock when you told him, just as you had been. You had been on birth control. He had used protection. The possibilities of getting pregnant had been minuscule, so tiny that the idea had never crossed his mind. It’d never even crossed yours until your period didn’t come. Even then you had been doubtful. You’d missed periods before due to side effects of being on the pill, but you had decided to take a test just to reassure yourself that you weren’t pregnant but the reassurance never came.

That one positive test turned into four after you rushed to the store in a desperate need for it to be negative. One after the other, they all read the same.

Both of you had sat in complete silence that night. You sat in front of the television, the sound muted the second you had announced that you had something important to share. Your mind was clouded and you were unable to formulate a single plan. All you could feel was fear. You were young. Unlike Spencer, you didn’t make enough money to be able to care for a child. Hell, you could barely afford your home. All of it simply made your stomach turn in nerves. Meanwhile, Spencer’s mind was spinning with new thoughts. He would have to take time off. He would have to find a way to be at home more often. As much as he adored both Hotch and JJ, he was aware of how often they left their children behind and he wasn’t willing to do the same.

“We’ll be ok,” Spencer finally spoke as he leaned back into the sofa. He wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pulled you close, his hand giving you a gentle but reassuring squeeze. “We’ll be ok.”

Within a month Spencer’s worried outlook had completely changed. He was excited, eager to become a father. He had kept the news a secret from the rest of the team simply because he wanted to enjoy something by himself for a moment. He figured he would let them know when your stomach had grown into a tiny bump, a physical proof of the life growing inside.

You’d gone to the doctor and had been told to try to rest as much as possible. A weak cervix. That’s what he had said. You instantly thought back to the distant memory of your own mother losing a child. You were just a kid, but you remembered the way your mother had cried. That sort of grief would be burned in your memory no matter how hard you tried to get rid of it. The revelation instantly made you nervous and so you decided to keep the news of the pregnancy to yourself.

Spencer had since then done his best to tend to your every need. Every moment he wasn’t on a case was spent by your side. He was attentive, obsessive even as he lectured you on what you could and couldn’t do in your state. You’d roll your eyes when he’d refuse to even let you stand at times.

“I have to pee, Spence,” you laughed when he tried to push you back into bed. He grinned sheepishly,  aware that he had been just a tad too overbearing the past weeks.

“Just don’t take too long. You need to lay down,” he replied.

“I’m allowed to walk. I just can’t do heavy lifting or strenuous exercise. If I don’t get up from bed I’ll lose all my muscle,” you frowned.

“Just take care of yourself. Please,” he begged. 

“Of course.”

Life, it turned out, had its own plans.

It came out of nowhere while you showered one morning. A sharp pain that begun in your stomach and stretched to your back. You gasped, unsure of what had caused it until you saw the blood begin to flow down your legs only to be washed down the drain with the rest of the water. You watched the red droplets turn pink and be gone in an instant.

You went still as the pain worsened, leaning onto the shower wall as the blood turned into clots. You watched in horror as your body cleaned itself out. The blood clots come out thicker, some made of tissue and not disintegrating as quickly down the drain. You could feel the life leave your body and crumpled into yourself.

You didn’t know how long you sat there, curled up into the bathtub as the shower overhead continued to run. Your body shook with your sobbing, so loud even the tenant beneath you wondered what was happening. You cried until you couldn’t cry anymore. The warm water turned ice cold as the hours passed, but you didn’t move. You couldn’t. In that moment you had lost all the will to live as your child had been lost. You remained silent, as if you had lost your voice along with any happiness you had felt that day.

Spencer found you like that. He had been away for a week on a difficult case and had thought of you the entire time. He had let himself in with a bright smile on his face that quickly vanished. When he walked into an empty bedroom with only the sound of water running, he had immediately been struck him with a gut wrenching feeling.

He felt himself lose his breath at the sight of you. Your skin was raised in goosebumps from the freezing water and your hair stuck to your face, concealing bloodshot eyes. You looked so fragile as you laid against the bathtub, your eyes dead of any emotion. He hurriedly rushed over to turn the shower off, his eyes widening when he saw the small amount of blood that still trickled out of you.

“Y/N, what did you do?”

You couldn’t answer. A choked sob left your throat at his question, at his accusation. As if you had done something. As if you had purposely caused this.

“I don’t understand,” he said again as he took a step back. His hands flew into his hair, grabbing at it in an odd desperation. He thought back to the various pictures you’d sent while he was out and recalled the conversations about your mother visiting and the activities she wanted to do. “I told you not to eat unhealthy food! I told you to stay in bed when your mother wanted to go for walks!”

You cringed as his voice rose with anger. A painful shiver shot through you at the cold air hitting your skin, but it wasn’t as hurtful as the words that were spewing from Spencer’s mouth. His words burned through you, the venom seeping straight into your heart and causing it to ache.

“I’m gone for one week! One week!” he cried, his emotions overflowing at the thought of the loss. “One week and you can’t take care of yourself! God, why are you so irresponsible! You knew this!”

“Go away,” you finally managed to say, your voice just above a whisper. You hugged yourself and curled up tighter in the porcelain bathtub. You couldn’t bear to hear his words. You couldn’t handle the fact he blamed you for this.

“Y/N, I just don’t get it. Why would you-”

“Go away!” you yelled as hot tears streaked down your face. Your vision blurred as your breathing became erratic. You shut your eyes, not wanting to exist anymore.

“No. Look at you. You’re still bleeding, you have to go to a hospital. You have to explain what you-”

“I don’t want you here,” you snapped, your anger rising at his constant blame. How dare he. How could someone who you loved, who claimed to love you, ever speak so ill of you in such a hard time. Where was the compassion? Instead all you got were harsh words and blame.  "I don’t want you anymore! Go!“



Spencer’s heart felt as if it had been ripped out when he heard the anger and grief rip through your voice. In an instant the overwhelming waves of emotions inside him calmed and he realized what he had done.

He had blamed you. He had blamed you for something he logically knew wasn’t actually your fault. His own anguish at losing a child had clouded his mind and made him forget that you were the one who had physically lost a baby. You had felt the life inside you leave and it had left you broken. And here he was, screaming at you.

“Y/N…” he whispered, instantly filling with regret. He bent down and reached for you, noticing for the first time how cold your skin was and how alarmingly weak you appeared to be.

“Don’t touch me,” you whispered as you flinched away from his fingertips. His heart shattered as he watched your eyes stare blankly at the drain, the tub lightly stained pink from all the blood you had lost.

“I…,” he couldn’t speak. You took one look at him and he knew. He saw it on your face. You wouldn’t ever want him back after his outburst and the accusations he had so carelessly thrown around. He saw the heartbreak in your eyes that he would never be able to mend.

And so he left, the image of you broken forever burned into his mind.

Villains (A prologue to Taking on Anxiety)

A prologue to Taking on Anxiety that is meant to explain why Virgil is so much more “extra” than he is in any other video. I hope any of you who bother to read enjoy!!


They called them The Others– the facets of Thomas’ personality that weren’t quite as… popular… as the Main Three. The ones that weren’t as optimistic as Moraility or level-headed as Logic or prideful as Creativity. In other words, they were the parts of himself Thomas hated.

And Virgil knew this. He had known it since Thomas was a kid. The moments when he became nervous for a presentation or his legs shook when he climbed on stage for an audition or his words slipped from him when he finally worked up the courage to talk to the cute older boy he’d passed by in the hallway since seventh grade. Virgil knew Thomas hated the way he made his stomach turn at random times in the day, yet for whatever reason he could never press himself to stop.

For the longest time he ignored the way Thomas and his friends made jokes about who had him worse or said the word “anxiety” like it was some sort of disease. But as it went on it became harder and harder to just let go of. He found himself becoming bitter the more Thomas talked bad about him, and even more so when the other sides reacted accordingly. Even The Others, who had always been willing to treat him like family, began to turn away. As the whispers around him grew more and more common, he found himself becoming quieter and quieter.

Virgil sunk deeper into the couch in his room as he turned up the volume on his phone, as if the music could drown out the sound of his own thoughts. He clenched his jaw as he looked around the empty room, but he couldn’t ignore the turning feeling in the pit of his stomach as he lifted one of his headphones from his ear, allowing the eerie silence the room held to envelope him.

Once upon a time the room would’ve been filled with friendly chattering of him and the other Others relaxing and talking happily about how they may have actually helped Thomas that day or even go on about how much they hated Thomas’ Mains (Roman was a popular point of topic). But it had been years since that had been the case. More often than not now a days he sat alone in the quiet room, occupying the silence with music and whatever movies he could find around the place.

He would never admit it, but the one thing he hated more than the Mains was the loneliness.

Virgil was thinking about just that when he heard three pairs of footsteps just outside his room.

“Honestly, Logan, it’s infuriating! Thomas and I have both been losing our beauty sleep over this video and you know very well that that can’t be the case…”

Virgil was about to replace his headphone at the sound of Romans voice when Patton spoke– the only one of the three Mains Virgil could bear to stand.

“Now, come on. It can’t be that bad!”

“Oh, but it is my positive friend!”

“Positive friend?” Logan repeated slowly, a hint of incredulity in his voice.

Roman sighed. “Look, I am under a lot of stress and coming up with clever names isn’t easy!”

“Perhaps if you actually indulged in what the project is about rather than just announcing your stress levels–”

“Fine! Thomas is doing a collab with Superwoman! There, are you happy?”

Virgil heard Patton squeal. “Oh, I love Lilly!”

“As do the twelve million other members of YouTube who have subscribed to her,” Logan said, “So how is this a problem?”

“I have no ideas for the video,” Roman admitted.

There was silence for a moment. “Oh,” came Logan’s voice. “I do see how that would be a problem… Well, one of Lilly’s specialities is helping solve problems, is it not? Why doesn’t Thomas just go to her with one of his many delemas–”

“That’s just the thing! Thomas has been doing splendid lately! No self-doubts, no inner conflicts!” Roman, lowered his voice, “It’s almost as if You Know Who is on vacation.”

Patton gasped. “Voldemort??”

“There has to be something the two of them can do for this video.”

“What if…” Patton began, his voice eager. Virgil could almost see the bright grin that undoubtedly lit up his face. “…the Superwoman fought a supervillian??”

“That would never work…” Logan said, “Where could Thomas possibly–”

“It’s brilliant!” Roman interrupted, and Virgil grinned as he imagined the annoyed look on Logans face. “One of the two of you could pose as a villain– not myself, obviously, considering my history of destroying evil– and then Thomas and Lilly (and maybe even yours truly) could work to defeat you! Fantastic fun for the full family!”

“Oo, oo! I’ll do it! I can be the villain!” Patton cheered.

“No, no,” Logan stopped him, “No one is posing as anything. This is a ridiculous idea, Princey. For a start neither of us would make believable villains considering that we aren’t. We’ll just have to speculate further… Draw up more ideas.”

“Or we could get one of The Others to do it.”

The two others were silent for a moment. Even Virgil, who had been listening in a comfortable position, had gone suddenly stiff. For the first time in what felt like decades Virgil felt a rush of excitement.

“No,” Logan said at last, his voice cold. “Patton, you know we don’t associate with them.”

“But why not?” He argued. “They can’t possibly be as bad as you two say–”

“They’re not,” Roman said stiffly, “They’re far worse.”

“Then aren’t they exactly what we’re looking for?”

Logan sighed. “Precisely. Which is the exact reason we won’t bring any of them to meet Thomas face to face. The effect on any stress Thomas is facing already could be abiding…”

The sound of footsteps returned once more as Romans voice began to fade. “Honestly, Patton. Of all the insane ideas you’ve had this has got to be your worse…”

Princey’s voice faded more and more until all that was left in Virgils room was the sound of silence once again. He deflated back against the couch.

He had been a fool to let himself hope like he had. To believe for even a moment that he would get the opportunity to go to the surface with the Mains– to talk to Thomas face to face at last. To explain that all these years he had only be trying to help. He growled a bit as he snapped his headphone back over his ear. How had he been so stupid…?

But then he realized…

The chances of Prince Arrogance, even working himself as hard as he was, coming up with an idea before the videos deadline were very small. But Patton’s idea– that could work.

He threw off his headphones, ignoring his phone as it clattered to the floor as well, and swept up his black jacket. He could help this time. He could show Thomas that he could be useful, that he was more than just an unspeakable disease. He threw his jacket around himself and heading for the door.

If it was a villain they wanted, it was a villain they would get.

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a pretty good bad idea (1/?)

pairing: Trini/Kimberly (Power Rangers

words: 2097

summary: With great power comes unexpected and awkward side effects. Also: kissing lessons. (Isn’t that how the saying goes?)

a/n: Guess who saw Power Rangers and is predictable trash? Guess who loves all that trope-y cheesiness? Guess who doesn’t remember how to write, but is doing it anyways? Me me me. Anyways, I tried to bring the cheese, my friends, but I’m just not capable of writing poetry like ‘Are we Power Rangers or are we friends?’. Alas.

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WARNING for @smallandsundry : there is KISSING in this fic. (Also, no bear rangers.) Please avert your eyes.

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Chapter 545 Thoughts

Wow, it’s been so long since I wrote a chapter review. I can’t believe this is truly the final chapter. It doesn’t feel like it’s actually over, and I guess that’s because the ending doesn’t really feel like an ending? And I think that’s partly what Mashima was going for.

But, I’ll talk about the the general stuff later. First I’m going to focus on the ships, as that was such a main part of the chapter anyway. 

First of all, IMO, all the major ships are canon. Nalu is canon. Gruvia is canon. Jerza is canon. And Gajevy is (obviously lmao) canon. 

I’m going to be honest, though, I was disappointed to an extent, and that’s largely because we, the fans, didn’t get that 499 was Gray’s answer. So, I’m going to backtrack, and talk about that chapter again first.

Juvia got that Gray’s actions and words in 499 was his answer, that’s why she said his words made her happy at the time. But the fans wanted more. Gray was never a direct person. He shows his feelings with actions, not words. And there was nothing greater he could do, than kill himself, in order to prevent himself from hurting HER any further. Like he said, he wanted to protect Juvia at all costs. And we’ve seen him do just that, again and again over the years. 

But 499 was different. We saw Juvia take action first, and knew why she was doing it, and Gray likewise, took the same actions, for the same reasons, and Juvia knew it. And WE knew it. We knew why. We knew then that Gray’s feelings were mutual. But we still thought there would be more. Something more direct. But like I said, and like we knew, Gray isn’t one for words. And because Juvia understands him on a different level, she doesn’t need him to say anything. What he tried to say, and what he did, was enough for her. 

We should have got it, because lover’s double suicide is such a huge statement in Japanese fiction and culture. 

But we didn’t get it.

 And that’s ok. 

Because I can look back now, taking away my expectations, and appreciating what we got. because 499 really gave us everything we had wanted, and really did show us Gray’s mutual feelings. 453 showed his mutual feelings. 416 showed his mutual feelings. Gruvia have gone canon about four times so far lmao. But we’re huge fans, and always wanted more. Again, something direct.

And yet, in THIS chapter, Gray was TOO direct lmao. It wasn’t at all what I was expecting. I was expecting something sweet, something romantic, I was expecting a serious talk. And they kind of had all of that, but in a way that was very in character for Gruvia. It was their classic dynamic, except flipped on it’s head lol.

So, here’s how it came off to me. 

Obviously Gray is already stripped when we see him, and Juvia, as usual, reacts to it, by blushing, and being embarrassed, and taking a good look haha. But then she starts taking off her clothes, while Wakaba and Makao perv over her. Then we get more of Juvia wanting to take everything off (and she’s had too much to drink, so she’s also emotional, drunk Juvia at this point lol), and we have Gray, for the first time EVER, reacting to Juvia removing her clothing. This is HUGE for a number of reason:

a) Gray is blushing (blushy Gray, is best Gray).

b) Gray is trying to stop her

c) Gray has turned into Juvia lol!

Because the roles are reversed, aren’t they? Juvia is usually the one blushing, and freaking out over Gray randomly stripping. And it also shows growth and change in their relationship, because Gray has seen Juvia strip before. She did so several times during the Avatar/Alvarez arcs. But Gray never even seemed to notice before, let alone blush, and get upset by it!

Juvia was being ogled by Gildarts, who at first said girls shouldn’t drink, then he wanted Juvia to drink more, because it meant she’d take off more clothes haha. But we see Gray, angry at Juvia for stripping, and dragging her away as she apologizes. Again, their roles are completely flipped lmao. But I love it, because we know that Gray is being protective of her. Something MAJOR has changed in their relationship for Gray to be reacting this way now, in comparison to his non-reactions of the past. 

But here’s the best part, the SCARS. 

First of all, Juvia’s scar really should be in the middle of her torso, not the side, but I guess Mashima wanted to mirror the placement of Gray’s. It’s not a big deal, but something I definitely noticed lol. 

Anyway, I just really love that they both kept those scars, because they are a physical representation of their feelings for each other. But here’s the thing I saw some people complaining about, and I believe it’s because they don’t really understand what Gray is saying. 

Gray is upset that Juvia still has her scar. Not because it’s some sexist thing, but because seeing the scar reminds Gray of what he failed to do, and that is, he failed to protect Juvia. That scar is, to him, a representation of his weakness, and the hurt he thinks he caused her. Remember, before the war ended, he said he wanted to apologize to Juvia and thought of 499. 

Juvia protected him, and she died for him. And he doesn’t want that scar on her, because it brings back traumatic memories and guilt. We know Gray is someone who has a hard time letting go of things like that. He carried the guilt over Ur for a decade+, and he still probably carries it. 

We saw how devastated Gray was when he thought he failed to save Juvia. He never wanted her to die for him. And it wasn’t him. It was Wendy who ultimately saved her. And that scar marred her body. If it wasn’t for his failure, she wouldn’t have it. That’s how he sees it, IMO. So, that’s why he wants her to get rid of it. 

Not to mention, when he goes on to say, that men and women’s bodies are different, he is viewing her as something sacred. She’s so special and important to him, and again, in his eyes, he let her get hurt, and even caused some of that hurt. She’s been scarred because he couldn’t prevent it. 

Also, as far as I’m concerned, the dialogue doesn’t mean this is Gray’s first time seeing the scar. He stated, “it’s still there, huh.” So, we know he’s seen it before, because he knows it exists. Not to mention, surely, this is not the first time Juvia has stripped in front of Gray since she got it. It’s been a whole year since the war ended. So, no, I’m sure he’s seen the scar plenty of times before. But he doesn’t like to see it, and perhaps he never brought it up before, and Mashima is making him bring it up now for our sakes, so they can have this conversation.

Juvia says she doesn’t mind the scar, and points out Gray’s hypocrisy, since he also kept his scar from when he also tried to kill himself in order to save her life.

I personally love that they both chose to keep their scars. Gray has said before that his scars are important to him. He has his Lyon scar, and his Ultear scar, and his Juvia scar is the biggest of all. Neither have rid their bodies of these scars, even though they could via Wendy, because it represents what they would go through for each other. It’s a mark of their love, and how deep it goes. And I think that’s beautiful. 

But Gray gets really agitated and starts arguing that men and women’s bodies are different! He starts talking specifically about Juvia’s body, and this leads Juvia to question, what about her body? 

Gray immediately gets so very blushy. His pupils are dilated. he’s looking down at her, with her breasts exposed, and you can tell he’s thinking hard during that major pause he took haha. And then Gray says the most gloriously pervy thing ever, which is that her body (or Juvia herself, depending on the translation) is his!!! 

I died hahahaha. 

I never, in a million years, would expect Gray to say something so blatantly sexual to Juvia. And that leads to my next point. In my opinion, Gray wouldn’t say something that forward suddenly, if they weren’t already together. I can’t see him starting a relationship with THAT, and certainly not after a whole year of nothing between them at all. 

As I said, 499 was the answer. A whole year has passed since the war. I find it immensely hard to believe, that they weren’t in a relationship during this chapter. The way Gray was reacting to Juvia here (the blushing, the anger at her stripping, how protective he was being, and his words) all indicate that they were already together at this time. Whether they were also sexually active, I really don’t know. But depending on the translation, I think it’s very possible they could already be so, considering he said her body is his haha. That’s something a boyfriend would say if he had already had her body, if you know what I mean. ^_~

The stuttering of “ers” and “ums” that preceded and followed the statement, as well as the “maybe” seemed to me like he was embarrassed to be saying it all aloud. I equate it to a guy saying something he realizes might have crossed a line with his girlfriend, and trying to make it ok, but adding a “if that’s ok with you, dear!” And we know for a fact he was embarrassed, because he was blushing so hard the entire time, and even had to look away from her. ^-^

But, again, Juvia knew exactly what he meant by his words, and again, Juvia reacted positively with hearts all over the place. And her classic “Juveeeen!” as a sound effect haha! 

Juvia got what he was saying, and she liked it. She was definitely very happy with his words. And like I said, I think at this point, they are already together. Otherwise, I think Juvia’s reaction would have been even more extreme than it was. It just seemed like Gray was admitting something aloud, that he had never admitted before, and she enjoyed that haha. 

Plus, it reminded me of when Juvia said in 499 that her life would forever, and always belong to Gray. There were just so many throwbacks to 499, to reemphasize that was the beginning of their relationship. That’s when everything was decided between the two of them. And this comment was just him boldly stating their relationship status haha. The only thing that would have made it better, was if Gray followed “you’re mine,” with “and I’m yours.”

Also, I loved Wendy’s reaction to what Gray said, because it gave it even more weight and context. Wendy reacted even more strongly to Gray’s very sexual words, than she did when Levy mentioned the baby to Gajeel,  by adding the gesture of covering her mouth. She knows what Gray just said was a HUGE deal, and something too scandalous for her young ears lol! And it’s great, because I am always in favor of sexy Gruvia traumatizing Wendy hahaha! ^-^

Even Lucy is narrating how she was observing all the different couples/relationships, and Gray and Juvia were ones that “got along,” as she puts it. ^_~

Basically, all signs to me, indicate that Gray and Juvia have been an item for a while, and this is us getting to see them as a couple. 

I know a lot of people wanted the timeskip, and the marriage, and the babies so badly. I understand. I wanted it, too. But it was never a priority to me. It was always going to be a bonus to their canon moment. I guess I felt that way, because I didn’t want to say goodbye to the characters I had grown to love so much. Introducing the next generation, meant putting a lot of these characters on the back-burner. Especially for my favorite character, Juvia. 

I have no doubt, if Juvia was married to Gray, and became a mom, that’s what she’d do from now on. She’d be mostly a stay-at-home mother, because that’s just the kind of character she is. She is very domestic, and not very interested in battling. She does it, because she has to, to protect the people she loves. Not that we’d go very in depth with a next gen, even if Mashima happened to introduce them. BUT, i like the idea that the story ends while they are still young, and having adventures together. And I think Mashima liked that idea, too, and that’s why he chose to do things this way. 

Also, it’s rare to see characters in shounen in actual romantic relationships, without skipping ahead into marriage and kids. Like i said, I think it’s incredibly likely Gray and Juvia are already together at the time of this chapter, and this is us getting to see their dynamic as a couple. And that’s pretty exciting to me. And as we saw, Gray and Juvia as a couple, gave us blushy, tsun, jealous, Gray declaring Juvia as his, and wanting her body. I wholly approve of this kind of dynamic ohoho! ^_~ I didn’t think we’d ever see blushy Gray again, and I’m so glad he’s back. *-* 

Plus, I love Gray being protective of Juvia, because her body isn’t just her concern, but his, too, because they are together,. That’s how I ultimately see his comment. It was a very intimate thing to say, and that’s pretty awesome. ^-^

Also, i have to talk about Gruvia on the cover of the magazine. How freaking cute were they? I now have a problem, because, first that autumn of romantic love postcard was the cutest Gruvia picture in existence. Then it was the kitty ears Gruvia picture. Then it was that recent blushy Gruvia sketch with their heads up against each other. And now this! SO MUCH CUTE!!!!

So, as far as the gruvia goes, was it what i wanted? No.Would I have liked more? Always haha. I didn’t get my gruvia kiss, that I so very badly needed. Honestly, if I could improve this at all, it would be to see some undeniably romantic physical contact between them. So, that makes me sad to know we’ll never get it now (unless mashima surprises us one day with extra content, which I’m all for lol). 

BUT, I am happy that Gruvia is finally canon. And sad, that they’ve basically been canon for a while, and I couldn’t appreciate it for what it was at the time lmao. 

Now, after that book I just wrote lmao, I’ll touch on the rest of the chapter. 

Like i said, Nalu is canon. The slight tease at the beginning, with Gajeel accusing Natsu of having a crush on Anna because she smells like Lucy, and him calmly agreeing was too funny! Gajeel was even shocked and blushy, and Lucy was certainly blushy, too, which says it all lol! 

But I really loved that whole scene with Lucy waking up back at her house, and realizing she made Natsu do all kinds of things (carry her home, change her clothes, and sleep with her). It was both cute and hilarious! “I can never be a bride!!!” ;_; LMAO

And it was sweet seeing all her memories, and realizing how far she came because of Natsu being there beside her. And that HUG!!! And Natsu being Natsu, and not doing what Lucy was clearly hoping he would do (give her a kiss!!!) was pretty in character, so i can’t fault it, even though I wish it had happened. Besides, the words Natsu spoke afterwards said it all, IMO. They will be together forever. That’s totally lovers/proposal talk if you ask me. And Lucy knew that, too. 

Jerza got screwed. I mean, there’s no other way to say it, honestly. They deserved so much more. I remember when I thought they’d be the first to go explicitly canon. i remember when I thought they be the ones to either get a wedding, or implied sex at the end of the series. Because they’ve been mutually in love the longest.

That being said, I do get what Mashima was doing with their scenes.

Jellal and the rest of Crime Sorciery were pardoned and free, and that’s good. That’s what needed to happen. But to deny them scenes so often throughout the series, and for so long? And then not have them interact, and decidedly together at the end? No. That’s not cool. Yes, Mashima was basically implying/teasing that they might already be together/seeing each other (that “Erza brushing her hair every day” comment), but they should have had more than that. It wasn’t nice to their fans, or the characters IMO. 

However, that being said, I’ve thought Jerza were canon since the Oracion Seis arc, or if we’re being picky, then certainly since that (almost?) kiss. I don’t like when people say “oh, couples need to obviously be in relationships (marriage and kids!) in order to be canon. Mutual feelings =  canon to me. And always has. 

Gajevy basically got what we already knew they were supposed to get, which was those twins from the light novel being absolutely confirmed on the way, and also showing that they were definitely in a relationship. Again, like with Gruvia, Wendy’s reaction said it all lol.

I thought the bit of Elfever was cute. I don’t really care much about Kinana and Cobra, but it’s nice, I guess? 

Now, the things I didn’t like. 

I’m happy that Lucy is a successful author, BUT I felt like the party should have been at the guild, rather than an award ceremony for Lucy. I would have loved to see everyone getting drunk and rowdy in celebration in the guild one last time, just like the old days.

I also wish there hadn’t been a one year timeskip. FT never does timeskips well. I hate them all haha. If it had to be a timeskip, I wish we had a massive one with the marriage and kids thing (even if I didn’t need it), OR the timeskip was really short (like a month). 

Because Natsu taking so long to tell Lucy what he wanted to do after the war (even if he was waiting on permission), and the dynamics of some of the couples a whole year later, was questionable after so much time had already passed. 

Also, I shipped Miraxus, so while I appreciated that tease, I didn’t like that they made Laxus some kind of playboy, like Mashima couldn’t decide, and just chose to throw a bone to most of the Laxus pairings he knew about lmao.

I did not like that Makarov didn’t give Laxus the guildmaster position. I thought it should have happened. i wanted it to happen. It feels like Laxus’ story was left partly unresolved in a way. And, well, Makarov should be dead. So, it sucks that he’s still there. Die, Makarov. Die. 

The thing I’m most angry with, though, was the Zeref and Mavis scene. It was so unneeded. They had such a great ending. They got so much material in such a short amount of time in the series (more than most of the major couples in the series). Them dying together, and being together in the afterlife, after having lived so long, was fitting. So, I thought bringing them back, and devoting so many pages (FIVE!) on them with this weird reincarnation scene, was really off-putting. 

Not to mention, poor August! They never knew he was their child. Mavis didn’t even know he existed. I thought we were going to get a scene with them meeting him in the after life, and finally being a happy family together. And instead, we get this. WHY? I’m sorry to anyone who liked this, but I felt it took away from how their story ended, and took away time from characters who needed it more in this final chapter. 

As for the 100 year quest, that’s not something I dislike. As other have said, it’s just a quest that’s so difficult, it hasn’t been completed in a 100 years. That’s what Natsu wanted to do after the war. I’m sure, with the incredibly over-powered team they have, they will get the job done in no time. For example, I’m not worried about characters like Juvia, who were left behind. If anything, Juvia could always go to Gray if he needs her (or she needs him lol). They have “communication Lacryma” now, so he could always call her. And, they can always come back whenever they want. It’s not like they are going to disappear. 

And it was fitting to end the series on the original “strongest team.”

It’s not the ending I thought we’d get. I’m not 100% happy with it by any means. There are tons of things I would have done differently. BUT, it was very Fairy Tail, Everyone did get their happy endings for the most part. And, now we get to imagine what happened during that one year after the war, and how do they continue on from here? That’s a lot of room to play with in fandom content, which is great.

And going back to Gruvia, THEY ARE CANON. And that’s just really nice to say. ^_~

Laundry Day

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 506

A/N: This was written in the early hours of the morning with no sleep during the night. It was me trying to prove to @mysupernaturalfics I can word in english when tired af! So, so sorry to anyone deciding to read this one.

***My fics are not to be saved nor posted on any other sites without my express written permission.***

You looked around the the laundry room letting out a loud sigh. Just how many black t-shirts and flannel button ups could two guys own? Not to mention just how were they wearing any socks and underwear when you clearly had a month worth for each of your Bunker-mates stabled neatly on top of the dryer.

Where they hell had they kept all of this when they had lived on the road for so many years? Or was it really possible for them to have collected all of this in 3 years? But seriously how? You never saw the boys shop.

You promptly rolled your eyes in annoyance as you emptied another load of flannel and jeans from the washer into the dryer.. Yet another pile of clean socks had landed on the floor between your feet and you let out a loud growl before yelling as loud as you could.

“Seriously guys! You need to start washing your own damn clothes!”

“Hey,” Sam’s voice sounded from the library, “we wash your clothes all the time.”

“No, you don’t,” you mumbled, knowing that Dean had once in awhile, but you were sure that Sam had no idea how to even work the machines.

You grabbed one of Dean’s flannel shirts, effectively making it ricochet and hit you square in the face, one of the sleeve buttons hitting you in the eyes. It didn’t hurt half as bad as your loud whining noise suggested, but you were feeling sorry for yourself as it was.

Dean appeared in the door as on cue, carefully peeking in to check on you. “You okay in here, sweetheart?”

“No, your flannel attacked me,” you pouted, glaring at your boyfriend in the door, who was doing his very best not to laugh.

“My shirt did what now?” he inquired with a smirk, making you whine again.

“It’s not funny, Dean. I am probably getting a black eye now,” you sulked as Dean walked towards you.

“How is it you can gank 4 werewolves solo but my shirts defeats you?” Dean smirked, making you even more furious. You all but stomped your foot in the ground but before you had time to come up with a snarky comeback the shirt was being pulled from your hands.

“Hey,” you protested when Dean tossed it back in the basket with the still dirty clothes, “I already washed that.”

“Yeah? Being washed twice will be the punishment for hitting my girl in the face,” Dean smiled playfully at you making you giggle when he started peppering kisses all over your face.

You squealed, halfheartedly hitting his chest as he swept you off your feet, bridal style into his arms, “I am not done, Dean.”

“We are taking a break. I got some sheets we can dirty up and I promise you I’ll help you clean them later,” Dean winked at you, making you hide your face against his neck, giggling as Sam’s voice sounded from the library yet again.

“Do not mix that with my clothes!”    

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rachelaudreydelarosamontoya  asked:

Batfamily reaction to the "luke i am your father" scene for the first time??

-Bruce saw it when it first came out and even he was a little surprised (although he was disappointed he didn’t figure it out first)

-Dick reenacts the scene over and over, sound effects and all (much to the amusement of Bruce and Alfred)

-Jason is in denial (“Luke is too much of a goody two shoes to have Darth Vader, a total badass, as a dad”)

-Tim, Steph and Duke would have seen the prequels and would have heard the quote enough to know it already

-Damian and Cass had heard the reference before but hadn’t seen the movies, so they were “educated” by their siblings and didn’t understand the appeal (or so they said)

Preference "How they react to your moans" (NSFW)

(Woooo our favs 😏😄Ps. Hope it’s not too much that I included Carl, Ron and Enid…I assumed some of you would like that they be included for once for a little action :) Also I really tried my best to make it all different so sorry if some are similar…Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owners.)

Negan-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d be grateful and thank himself for doing all the things he does to make you let your voice as well as almost thank God for it, only to just enjoy every instant of it. It would feel like heaven to him and whatever you or him were doing to make you let all those noises, he’d make sure to let you keep it up.

Daryl-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d usually get flustered and feel warmer from all the satisfaction but it would all definitely help him get more turned on than ever. He’d just love the sound of his name coming out of you in such a sultry way that it would only encourage him to give it to you.

Rick-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from smirking in satisfaction and would just get riled up from all of it. He’d just love it so much, that he’d look you in the eyes to enjoy you before keep doing whatever he was that would make you get louder.

Merle-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d get cocky from it and just love it so much, he’d only be able to concentrate on you. He’d love being the reason behind all of it so much that he’d always go harder and rougher at you to make sure you’ll get louder and it might as well make the others hear you.

Glenn-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d be motivated to keep making you feel good and just have a hard time keeping his lips away from your body. He’d enjoy hearing you and would end up being a teased about it as well, wanting to hear you deny it and get shy.

Carl-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d get embarrassed but wouldn’t be able to deny to himself that he enjoyed it. He’d learn and figure out as to what satisfied you this way and would just love to feel himself being the reason behind you being in such euphoria.

The Governor-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d always get harder from all of it and would feel as much satisfaction as you were. He’d get so overwhelmed by the sounds coming from you that he’d have to stop for a moment to cup your cheeks and playfully taunt you for sounding so sexy.

Abraham-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d love it so much that he’d have to smirk and get a little cocky about it, knowing that he’s the reason behind it. He’d end up torturing you with his little game of trying to make you moan louder and louder, and act as if he didn’t understand what was going on.

Eugene-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d always be in awe but would always try to hide it behind his cold demeanor as long as he could. He’d only to end up not being able to handle it and would crack a smile, asking you if what he was doing to you felt good before hugging you tightly.

Ron-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d be overwhelmed by how much he loved it and would just beg you to keep going. He’d help you to do so and wouldn’t be able to deny of any of the pleasures you wanted from him.

Jesus-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d enjoy it and would just be thankful that he was the reason behind it. He’d focus his attention on each of your sounds and would put in all of his efforts to make you let out each of his favorite sounds, only to end up just kissing you softly for being so lovely.

Dwight-To hear your moans or you moaning his name loud and clear, he’d get turned on even more and it would always serve to make him give you all the satisfaction you need. He’d love to taunt you as he’d smirk and have his way with you, only to always end up kissing and nuzzling from your cheeks to your lips in order to control himself.

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