it makes me giddy when i think about it

You make me feel giddy, and I laugh too much around you, and your name brings butterflies to my stomach, and when you walk into a room my heart speeds up, and even just thinking about you makes me smile.
Anyone else still get giddy thinking about how we’ve been blessed with so many kisses?

I remember when this aired I could hardly believe it happened for the first little while.

Originally posted by insiemee

Thank you, Harry Shum Jr, Matt Daddario and everyone responsible for bringing this beautiful couple to our TV screens. :) They make me happier than I could ever begin to describe (which may be sad, but it’s also true.)

Got7: dating Youngjae would include
  • he’d be cocky af when he first met you tbh
  • I think he’d just be confused w/ his feelings and how he could impress you, so he’d accidentally come off as standoff ish and braggy
  • but aw………He’d beg Bambam for days to get your phone number just so he could kinda clear the air between yall
  • won’t even bother texting or leaving a message or anything, like he’d call you out of the blue and spurts nothing but word vomit and you can’t even get a word in
  • “okay so like I know that you thought I was acting all weird for the last few months, esp when the other guys are around, but they just make me so nervous to be around you- uh, don’t tell them I said that. anyway so like, I really like you and I really don’t think we can be just friends bc I’ve never felt like this and my stomach feels kinda fuzzy when I think about you-”
  •  oml PLEASE end his suffering
  • he’ll become so giddy when you reciprocate his feelings tbfh his happy moods starts rubbing off on everybody
  • *Jinyoung and bambam in the corner just watching jae grinning and texting u* “dude I think he’s in love…………what should we do?” “let him suffer I guess”
  • good morning and good night texts are his KINK I’m telling you man
  • like just the thought of you waking up extra early and staying up super late just to talk to him and wish him sweet dreams or ask him how he slept????????? 100% whipped
  • bc he’ll do the same for you!!!
  • it’s almost a compitition to see who can spoil the other the most
  • and he’ll always win let’s face it…………..the boy lives and breathes to spoil you and be the reason behind your smile
  • he’d never say this out loud but he first fell in love w/ you when he heard you trash talking Bambam when yall were playing video games :’)
  • and from then it’s just been a prank war zone inside the got7 dorms tbh
  • him taking you to his big New York trips and gets excited that you’re the first one to listen to his new music and collabs
  • takes you out to so many fast food restaurants
  • yall end up regretting it the next day, but hey there’s a free gym at the hotel so I mean :^^^
  • playing w/ coco when mark isn’t around
  • letting you accompany him during photoshoots and music video shooting
  • and he’d send so many finger hearts and shy smiles your way aw 
  • sending each other cute selfies everyday bc you can never get enough of his finger hearts
  • he’s never grumpy or whiny when he’s waking up next to you
  • is super happy bc he’s the one lucky enough to be the first person to see you every morning and fall asleep w/ you every night oh my Youngjae heart
  • audibly sighs or moans when you play w/ his hair
  • if he’s ever whiny then it’s when he’s kissing you and you’re teasing him lmao
  • that’s when he’s had enough and pins you down and……….ooooo lord this is a side of Youngjae no one’s really seen
  • wow lucky you
  • piggyback rides for life
  • prank calling jyp and almost ALMOST getting in trouble for it
  • the other guys always being amused/annoyed at how he can make literally any topic relate to you just to have a reason to mention your name
  • “so like I saw these 3 birds almost killing each other for this piece of bread on the street and like-”
  • “ahhhhh, y/n loves bread :(((”
  • yall can always be heard fangirling about something from 20 rooms away
  • him hugging you from behind when he says “I love you” bc he’s scared you might poke fun if you see his blushing cheeks
  • but he truly means it and you can hear it in his voice bc it almost cracks with so much emotion
  • and like he’ll rub your shoulders and just be really sweet
  • also bc he just wants an excuse to touch you whenever wherever
  • him trying to convince you to go with him on the weirdest rides at the amusement parks
  • but then he’ll end up clinging onto you for dear life when yall go inside to check out the ‘haunted’ places
  • “ummm let’s never do that again” “…….agreed”
  • really long phone calls are your favorite thing when he’s away
  • plus that the plush toy that he bought you before he left, you’d always cuddle it when you sleep and Youngjae gets so jealous tbh
  • “that should be me”
  • “ok but where u at tho????????”
  • “here all alone and missing u :(”
  • “oh my god :(”
  • yall are so emo when it comes to each other oh my GOD
  •  listen he’s the softest and purest boy ever, love him and protect him w/ your life 💞

Originally posted by swoonfinite

When I think of him,
I think of dark evenings around 8 p.m., of pathetic pop songs and late night Internet - stalking. Of the tears I cried when he had another girlfriend, I think about timid smiles and soft hello’s, about unexplainable, mixed signals and confusing information.
I think of the way he smiled at me, giddy, like a schoolboy, of the way he smelled and how no cloud of smoke could make him less attractive.
I think about the songs ‘Razorblades’ and ‘The Ghost of You and I’ from Story of the Year. I think about the arguments about him with my parents and friends.
I think of Sundays and eye contact during church services. I think about always having to worry about him and the time he was in jail.

And eventhough overall it aren’t happy feelings, I would give so much to have it all back

—  confessions
That's My Girl/Boy

I don’t know why but the whole “thats my girl” line always makes me giddy. And i was just thinking-

Imagine Anti on the ground, beaten bloody by Dark, about to get another pounding when you step up. Almost nose to nose with Dark as you burst into hysterics, threatening Dark with such velocity the entity actually takes a step back.
And Anti would smile, wiping blood from his lips and say gleefully “That’s my girl/boy”

Or imagine Dark smirking when you absolutly destroy Wilford with your words. The showman looks at his feet sheepishly, stuttering an apology and shuffling away.
Dark comes up behind you, a hand sliding along your lower back as he whispers proudly “That’s my girl/boy.”

Perhaps when you surprise Google with an extensive understanding of a topic he’s interested in. Shocking him with how much passion and knowledge you have for it.
“That’s my girl/boy” he’d think as he writes down notes.

“That’s my girl/boy” Natemare would bellow as you obliterate other people in a competition. His cheers louder than anyones as he urges you to victory. Leaping to your side and hugging you when you win.

Gear grinning when you bicker with him over something silly or irrelevant. Finding amusement from your fake anger as you try to distract him from his study.
He’d roll his eyes and tug you into a kiss. “That’s my girl/boy” as you happily drag him away from whatever he was doing.

The Host sighing when you tell someone off for staring at his bandages. Taking your elbow and guiding you away, calming your anger as you throw glares over your shoulder at the retreating person.
“That’s my girl/boy” he’d grin as he happily allows you to press a kiss to the cloth.

A beaming when you wrestle him to the ground and pin him under you. Proudly praising your strength and agility.
“That’s my girl/boy” he’d smile as you demand another round. Scolding him for going easy on you.

Wilford laughing loudly when you say something outrageous on camera. Innocently brushing it off and continuing with the show. Ignoring the shooked on-lookers as Wilford wraps his arm around your shoulders.
“That’s my girl/boy!” He’d cackle.

I think it’s cute :D

Let’s write about the little things not talked about as much that I want to talk about in 2x10.

Jeremy is such a good scientist. And I don’t mean that he’s super smart, but that he has a really strong ethic. He won’t plagiarize and he won’t use unwilling (or blackmailed to willing) test subject. And that’s amazing.

Dolls is so caring. Remember when he was so dismissive of everybody at the very beginning? Now he’s running around trying his best to save Nicole, who previously he would probably just consider collateral damage and move on.

Doc was unwilling to cover Wynonna’s ass while she hunts down the Widows, but as soon as Wynonna mentioned Nicole is dying, he gets up right away and forgets that he’s drunk and isn’t at his best. He’s gonna help save her goddamit.

Can we just talk about Nedley? Bless that man. He cares so damn much about the Earp sisters and Nicole Haught, but in that grumpy way that a lot of men does. Like “ugh Wynonna is such a pain in the ass” but continues to lend support and even get beaten to a pulp just because Wynonna asked him to protect something.

His relationship with Nicole? Ugh, so underrated sometimes. I read a fic where Chrissy, Nedley’s daughter thinks he loves Nicole better than his own daughter and that probably has a ring of truth in it. I know this is a small town but how many bosses not only knows where their employee’s house is, but also who her cat is and cares enough about the damn cat to buy her a scratching post? Remember the first time Nicole was hospitalized and Nedley offered to feed the cat? Jesus Christ this man cares. (Also side note, Nicole has been hospitalized twice in less than a year.)

Nicole, you are not pure and innocent and you also have your faults and secrets and I LOVE that. Sure I hated it when I watched it, but then I imagine all the potential stories that come out of it and it makes me giddy.

Rosita, Rosita. Poor baby girl. She just wanted to be good. She just wanted to help. Her heart broken face when she realizes that Wynonna thinks of her as just a revenant to be killed instead of a potential friend. It breaks my heart. When Rosita said you didn’t have to blackmail me, you could’ve just asked, I wanted to grab Wynonna by the shoulders and tell her not everything is in black and white.

Also Jeremy said nobody cares about Rosita’s body. Speak for yourself Jeremy. I know you’re super gay but there is at least one person that cares about her body and it’s me- I mean Doc. Doc cares about her body.

And last, Waverly trying to make Jeremy feel better when she’s probably the one who feels the worst in that room? Baby girl, stop putting everyone else on top of the list and start taking care of yourself

Muggle Stuff - Sirius Black x Reader

Requested by anon! I hope this okay, I know i is rather long and it rambles like crazy and is pointless but still. I hope you like it! Requests are still open and so is my Taglist  

(y/m/n) = your mums name    (y/d/n) = your dads name 

Masterlist     (Look at my confused lil’ baby⬇️)

Originally posted by nellaey

“Sirius?”
“Yes darling?” Sirius moved his eyes away from his book and down to you, cuddled into his side.
“What would you say to not staying with James’ this summer? And maybe staying with me?” Sirius placed his book down as you sat up to look at him, “We’ve been together for longer than a year. I know you never want me to meet your parents and I get that, honestly, I don’t really want to either but… that doesn’t mean that you cant meet mine."
"Are you sure about this, (y/n)?”
“Why wouldn’t I be? I know they’re muggles, they barely understand magic and when I am there I am basically one too but it may be good you know, for you to get away from the magic world fully for a bit. You can always go back to James’ if you didn’t like it…"
"Why would I dislike it? You would be there, what isn’t to like.” his signature smirk lit up his face and you slapped him lightly over the head,
“Just try impressing my father first, then get excited. Until then there is no chance you would be staying in my room.”
“Well then, that changes things. (y/n), how he hell do I, a pureblood with the worst family imaginable impress your father."
"He doesn’t know all that, remember. Just be you.”


"James, you’ve met Lilly’s parents. What did you do? They’re muggles.” Sirius was sprawled out on his bed, hands tugging at his hair and worrying about the sheer task of meeting this innocent (well as far as the parents were concerned) sweet girls protective parents.
“Just act normal.”
“Normal?! What even is normal?” Sirius trailed off at the end, for once he was nervous. Actually nervous.
“Look mate, they aren’t immune to magic, their daughter is a witch for Godricks sakes, they are used to it now. Just be normal." 


Your parents hadn’t met you at the station, you didn’t think being stuck in a car would be best for first impressions. It was a normal house. Sirius didn’t really know why he had expected any differently. What he didn’t expect was the sheer joy this house had. His house was dark, gloomy and with the lack of care might as well have been abandoned. Yet this, this was something new all together. "Mum, dad? I’m home!” Just your shout made them rush to the door, enveloping you in a hug, Sirius had never had this, or had he even seen this. your father was busy moving the cases when your mother had turned to him,
“You must be Sirius, dear. We’re so happy to meet you.” your mum had already hugged him briefly and was ushering him into the kitchen followed by your father, “We have heard so, so much about you,” Sirius looked to you with a small smile as you began to blush adorably,
“Good things I hope, Mrs (y/l/n).” he chuckled.
“Oh please, call me (y/m/n), with the amount we have heard, you’re practically one of us.” Sirius didn’t know whether to be shocked or to smile. He glanced at you as you smiled up at him, sticking to his side, “Now, do you want tea dear?” (y/m/n) asked, hand making the tea, fascinating him and he glanced to you confused,
“Its just a kettle, sweetie, you should get used to it all” you smiled sweetly, trying not to laugh at his innocence.
He stood a little straighter when your father came in, watching as he glanced him up and down a little before Sirius offered his hand, “It’s a pleasure to meet you sir.” Sirius kept his voice as steady as he could but from what you had told him, it was her father he needed to impress. No pressure here then.
“You must be Sirius,” your father finally shook his hand firmly, “I’m (y/d/n). I have heard a lot about you Mr. Black, I trust what I hear is the complete truth.” Now Sirius wasn’t easily scared but he couldn’t help but gulp down his fear.
“It is sir, yes.”
“Very well then,” a smile covered your dads face, “you make her happy, that makes us happy. Now, I’ll take your cases up to your room, (y/n/n).”
“(y/n/n)?“ Sirius looked down at you with a smirk
"A childhood nickname. Don’t start.” you chuckled and picked up the mugs of tea your mother had left. “Welcome to the muggle world, Sirius. I think you are going to be just fine.” you handed him the mug and leaned up , kissing his cheek before you made your way up the stairs to your room, Sirius following closely. Your house didn’t have moving pictures or house elves or even a trace of magic, if he hadn’t of known you he would have thought you were a family unaffected entirely by this other hidden world.
You spent the next few weeks being questioned about every little muggle thing Sirius could find, “what does this do?” “how do these tv’s even work, are the people in them?!” “how do you people even get anywhere without the floo network?” “What is the real need for all these switches?” and your favorite, WHAT IN GODRICK IS THAT SQUELING SOUND?!” in reference to your phone ringing leaving Sirius both very confused and scared to touch the thing for days. Although they did get a little annoying, the way his face would light up when he figured something out or when you had taught him to do something made your day. He was like a child learning everything all over again. What Sirius loved most was watching you cook. It was weird and simple but he was so used to having house elves make something or everything just cook itself. He loved how you were so careful with everything but you would still dance around a little to whatever music you had on, swaying your hips a little just to wind him up (you had to admit it was rather funny, he however didn’t think so as much).
“How do you do it?” He had asked one night when he had finally been allowed to stay in your room,
“What do you mean?”
“How do you just be so perfect at everything always?” you blushed and cuddled into him more.
“I’m not and you know it.”
“But you are! You are this amazing witch, even giving Lilly a run for her money and then here you’re just even more amazing.”
“Which do you prefer?” you asked, pulling away from him to look at him more clearly.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Do you prefer the magic world, or this one?” Sirius studied your face for a moment,
“I think, in a way, I prefer this. Life is simpler. No war or Deatheaters, none of my family - just you and me but truthfully? I am a lot happier where ever you are. Everything just seems so much… happier you know? Its amazing. I would happily give up all this magic and live like this, with you. As long as would promise to be my teacher.” Your heart swelled with love for this boy in front of you, “because, (y/n/n),” you smirked at him using your nickname, “I think I am damn well in love with you.” Your heart seemed to stop or beat so fast you couldn’t feel it, you didn’t know but you two had never said them words to each other before and you knew Sirius has never said them words before ever - to anyone.
“Sirius Black. I love you too.” you mumbled back before Sirius launched himself at you making you laugh as you were rather trapped beneath him. He looked down at you for a moment,
“I don’t deserve you.” he murmured quickly before attaching his lips to yours sweetly but passionately, as if he would never be able to kiss you again.
“Of course you deserve me, just as I deserve you.” you whispered to him when he pulled away, “I love you Sirius,” you repeated feeling giddy with happiness while saying it, “I love you and I want to love you forever. Whether it is in this world or surrounded by magic, I will always love you.” Sirius kissed you again and let you free so you were able to rest your head on his chest again as he ran his fingers through your hair.
“I think we should raise the kids like this, you know?” Sirius said wistfully, making you chuckle,
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah! Like, they would know about magic and all that and when they’re 11 will tell them more but they should be like you, can you imagine that! Little me’s and you’s! magic but also like, muggles! Babe, can you imagine it!”
“Of course Sirius, of course.” you laughed at how excited he got over your future. You weren’t to sure about having a load of mini Sirius’, you could barely manage one! But he was happy and if anyone deserved some happiness in their lives it was him. You were just happy that you were the one that could give it him.
“You would have to teach them muggle stuff though. I really don’t get all this.”

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Forever | 23: Ecstatic

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 2569

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: Language - floof from now on

A/N: Only 2 chapters left!!!! I’m gonna cry when this fic ends, but I hope y’all enjoy!!! this one is a long one, sorry about that!! hope y’all are excited and enjoy :) ***TAGS CLOSED***

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"I can't stop thinking about you." + Robron. Thank you! <3

 a bit of an alternative universe drabble for you, anon. i hope you enjoy!

Robert wasn’t sure why he was so nervous to pick up the phone, and just ring Aaron. It’s something he’d done a thousand times before, calling his - well, friend? boyfriend? hot guy he met in a bar he’d been sleeping with for months now? He wasn’t so sure what to call him, not really.

The point was, he’d phoned Aaron so frequently, it was a normal part of his daily routine. But here was, sitting at his desk, looking at his phone as though it was going to bite back if he picked it up, his stomach in knots as he tried to convince himself to just call Aaron.

It wasn’t that hard, it was hardly a big deal.

But it was, it was a big deal. What Robert had planned to say, well, it was a big deal, and it had the potential to change everything.

He was terrified.

Still, the prospect of things continuing as they were were even worse, so Robert reached for his mobile, ignoring how his hands shook as he scrolled through his contacts, pressing call on Aaron’s number before he could talk himself out of it again.

Holding his phone to his ear, Robert did his best to try and steady his breathing as he waited for Aaron to answer, his panic getting worse the longer the phone rang, Aaron usually the type to answer quickly.

“Hi, it’s Aaron. I can’t get to the phone right now, but if you leave a message, I’ll get back to you.”

Of course it was his voicemail. The most important conversation of Robert’s life, and he was about to have it with a machine.

There was a joke in there, somewhere.

“Hiya, it’s me - it’s Robert,” Robert began, smiling to himself as he looked at the couch in the corner of his office, remembering how they’d sat there the other night, eating takeaway from the new Thai place down the street, their dinner date turning to Aaron straddling his lap and making a whole lot of new memories on a couch that usually housed reams of paperwork, or a steady stream of boring clients. “I was hoping to get to say this to you face to face, but I guess maybe I won’t bottle it, if I’m talking to your voicemail.”

He could practically hear Aaron laughing at him, laughing at his ridiculousness as he spoke, Robert leaning back in his desk chair. “I love you,” he continued, straight to the point. “I love you more than I ever thought I could love anyone, if I’m honest. You just - you make me feel like a stupid teenager, when I’m with you.”

It was true. When they were together, Robert felt like he was some idiot teenager in love, Aaron making him feel giddy, and lighthearted, and on top of the world, however cheesy all that sounded.

Eight months of being with Aaron, and Robert had turned from cynical sarcastic pain in the arse, to hopelessly in love, a soft, silly, hopeless romantic with his mind constantly on Aaron, and when he’d next see Aaron, when he’d next get to hold him close and kiss him, be with him.

“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Robert admitted, his heart racing as he spoke, tried to find the words. He’d pictured this a thousand times over, rehearsed it in the mirror enough, but it was close to impossible to get it all out now, tell Aaron everything he felt in the short few minutes he had to speak to his voicemail. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop thinking about you. God knows I’ve tried, Aaron, but I just can’t get you out of my head.”

This was it.

This, this was the moment he’d been agonising over for weeks now, trying to figure out if asking it would push Aaron away for good.

“If you leave him, I’ll leave her, Aaron.” Robert said, glancing at the framed photograph on his desk, the woman he’d called his girlfriend, his partner for close to four years now, thinking of the kindly faced, dark haired man that Aaron shared a life with, the man he’d fallen in love with at twenty and been with ever since.

He’d leave Emily, for Aaron. Robert never thought he’d say those words aloud, never though he’d have convinced himself to do it, but as he sat, speaking to Aaron’s voicemail, his decision was made.

“I will, I’ll leave her for you, because I love you. It’s you that  I want to spend the rest of my life with, Aaron,” Robert trailed off, wishing he was really speaking to Aaron now, wishing he could gauge his reaction, see how Aaron felt about his proposal.

“Are you being serious?”

Robert nearly dropped his phone when he heard Aaron’s voice, the other man standing in the doorway of his office. “What are you doing here?” he asked, standing up and shoving his chair back unceremoniously.

Aaron held up a paper bag, the branding of the Thai food place around the corner catching Robert’s eyes. “I figured I’d bring you dinner,” he said. “Have a repeat of the other night.”

Robert nodded, nervous now. “Okay.”

Aaron set the takeaway bag down on Robert’s desk, closing the space between them. Robert’s stomach flipping uncomfortably as he noticed Aaron’s wedding ring, the metal band on his finger telling of the fact his boyfriend did belong to someone else.

A band not dissimilar to the one on Robert’s own left hand, the symbol of the commitment he’d made to Emily close to two years ago now.

“Did you mean it?” Aaron asked again, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“Yes.” Robert said, firm in his own words, confident in a way he’d never been before, when they’d both wondered if they could leave their marriages. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Aaron, even when I’m with her. I can’t live like this anymore, I want to be with you.”

Aaron let out a shaky laugh. “We’re both married, Robert,” he said, his gaze drawn to the well worn ring on his hand. He’d married Ryan close to four years ago, more settled than Robert, despite their age difference. “It’s going to be an absolute mess.”

“I know.”

“And you’re still willing to do it?” Aaron pushed, seemingly unwilling to touch Robert just yet, his hands hovering awkwardly between them.

Robert grinned, feeling fairly hopeful he had Aaron on board with the plan now, that maybe he’d agree to it, and they could start over, start a real life together - have more than stolen moments and late night takeaway dinners in Robert’s office. “I’m game if you are.”

[Mark] Teacher’s Pet (Chapter 111)

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“Can I ask you a question?” Mark asks me, tearing my eyes off of my book. My legs over his, he massages my feet as we fly through the night sky above Texas. When I look up at him, his eyes are soft.

“Are you scared of being a mom?” He asks me. His question makes me smile, not because it’s stupid, but because I can’t help feeling giddy whenever I think about the fact that we’re having a baby. I don’t think I’m scared of motherhood yet. 

“No.” I reply. “For the first 3 or 4 years, it’s just about making sure our baby doesn’t die. It’s just about food and poop and safety.” I explain.

“What about after that?”

“I can’t picture it yet, I don’t know.” I shrug. “Are you scared?”

“I’m absolutely terrified.” He nods slowly.

“Why? You’re paranoid, you’ll be a good dad.” I retort.

“What if I’m not? It’s not ways a good thing to be paranoid.” He counters, and despite his light tone, I can sense the anxiousness in his eyes. Now, that I think about it, becoming a dad should be a huge thing for him. His father left before they could make peace; they’ve tried multiple times but it never worked. I’m sure he doesn’t want that to happen with our child.

“We’ll help each other.” I say reassuringly.

“I don’t even know what kind of father I’ll be. I have no idea.” He replies anxiously. “If peanut asked me to go to a birthday party, I don’t know what I’d say.”

He’s funny to watch.

“It won’t happen for years; you have plenty of time to make up your mind.” I murmur.

“It’s adorable that you worry. I shouldn’t expect less from you. I know you want to be a good father.” I reach out and caress his cheek tenderly. “I won’t let you be a bad one.” I decide. Mark nuzzles my hand and sighs.

“I might actually start growing white hair if it’s a girl.” He mutters.

“You’re always talking about growing white hair, you’re going to jinx it.” I scold playfully. He chuckles and his eyes get smaller.

“You’re beautiful.” He says to me, making me smile.

“Thank you.” I murmur.

The next day, with Mark’s permission, I decide to go talk to Bea face to face. Andrew could have lied to me to hurt me; I need to know if Bea really hates me now. Jacob drives me to her apartment in the late afternoon and waits in the parking lot. I knock on her door, feeling nervous. I actually dread this moment, because it can either mean I lost my best friend, or that Andy is a complete douche bag.

Bea opens the door, dressed in a white shirt dress, her hair down and her feet bare. I’ve always been jealous of her looks. Her sweet face hardens when she sees me.

“Hi.” I mumble quietly

“Hello.”

“You blocked my number?” Is the first thing I ask her, not knowing what to say.

“Yes.” She replies simply, crossing her arms over her chest. I blink, feeling stupid. What was I expecting? I call her all day all night and it doesn’t even ring, that means she blocked me.

“Listen, I know you’re mad at me, and I totally understand why.” I trail off, feeling a knot in my stomach.

“Oh, you do?” She challenges, a brow arched. She crosses her arms over her chest. I give her a quizzical look.

“Yes.” I reply wearily.

“So you’re here to tell me you shouldn’t have said I should abort?” She asks, challenging me.

“No, I’m here to tell you that I will support you if you decide to keep the baby. I just wanted you to know my opinion.” I explain.

“So you still think I shouldn’t keep it.” She concludes.

“Well…” I wince, not sure if I should lie to her or not. She wants me to completely change my opinion on her pregnancy and her relationship with Andy, but I can’t do that. I can support her, as a friend, I can do that.

She rolls her eyes and uncrosses her arms, ready to step back and close the door.

“Bea, I know you’re mad but we’ve gone through worse.” I tell her before she can grab the door. “It’s unimaginable for me to lose you over this.”

“You don’t understand, Abigail. You always think you do, but you don’t.” She says, exasperated. This is a redundant remark.

“This is worse because this is more important than everything we ever fought about.” She says angrily.

“One man, Abigail, there’s only one man I could build something with.” She exclaims, holding a finger in front of my face.

“I want to be with Andy, and I want a baby. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll probably end up alone.” She says.

“I’d rather have a family and no best friend, than die lonely and still have you.” She spits at me. Her words feel like a slap across the face. She can’t- did she just-

The knot in my stomach travels up to my throat, my heart twists in pain. At this very moment, I feel our friendship slipping out of my hands.

“This is too important.” She says quietly. “I can’t let you ruin that.”

“I won’t ruin it.” I promise, tears starting to well up inside my eyes.

“I’m terrified by the idea of losing you, Bea. Beside my parents and Mark, you’re the only best friend I’ll ever have.” I murmur, my throat tight with emotions. I don’t want to lose her.

“I’ll do whatever you want.” I plead. My tears and pain are ineffective on her. She stares at me impassively.

“Go home, Abigail.” She mutters, stepping back and grabbing the door.

“Wait.” I gasp, reaching out. She slams the door closed in front of my face. I stare at the wooden door, tears rushing down my face. My lips tremble.

“Bea!” I call, knocking my fist on her door. She can’t just close her door at me like that.

“Twenty-two fucking years, Bea!” I yell despite my tears. “You can’t just-” A strangled sob escapes my throat before I can finish my sentence.

“Bea!” I call again desperately.

“Go away!” She shouts from behind her door.

“Bea, that’s ridiculous! We’ll find a solution, I’ll back off!” I shout back, crying uncontrollably. When I hear no answer, I kick her door angrily.

“I love you!” I cry, but she doesn’t reply. I guess Andrew was right; Bea doesn’t want me in her life. 

Reluctantly, I leave, taking the elevator to reach the parking lot. My face is tear-strained, and I’m sniffling and crying when Jacob sees me, but I don’t care. I climb onto the back of the car in silence, and Jacob doesn’t ask any question. When Jacob starts the car, my phone starts to ring. Mark is calling me.

My throat is too tight for me to talk, but I still take his call. I bring my phone to my ear, sobbing soundlessly. 

“Hello?” Mark calls from the other side of the line. I sniffle, unable to talk.

“Abby.” He murmurs, sadness in his voice. “I’m so sorry.” He croons. I sniffle again, not knowing what to tell him.

“I don’t know what to say.” He says quietly. I don’t want him to say anything. There is nothing to say or do. I just have to accept it and move on.

“Do you want me to come home? I can be there in an hour.” He proposes. I stare out the window, watching the building where she lives getting smaller and smaller behind me.

“Baby.” Mark urges.

“No.” I choke out, wiping my nose on the back of my hand.

“Okay.” He murmurs.

“I’ll see you tonight.” I say quietly.

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.” He murmurs, and I hang up.

When I come home, I cry pretty much all evening. I cry hard, I’m devastated and there is no way for me to hold back. As a torture for being such a pitiful excuse of a friend, I go through all my albums of her and I. All our pictures and videos. By the time I finish, my heart is officially broken. Mark doesn’t come home after nine pm. When I fall asleep after crying my eyes out, he’s still not here.

-

“Hey.” I hear Mark’s soft voice in my head. “I’m sorry I’m coming home so late. I had some complications at work.” He apologizes.

“What time is it?” I ask, keeping my eyes closed.

“Almost ten o'clock.” He says. I’m still so sleepy.

“Dinner. I forgot, I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s okay, baby. I ate with Letitia in my office.” He says. I drift.

“You’re beat, baby. Should I carry you to bed?” Mark proposes kindly.

“No.” I shake my head, sleep looming over me.

-

I wake up the next day in our bed, even though I remember falling asleep on the sofa. Mark is already gone. His side of the bed is empty and cold. I sit up against the headboard, my head pounding. There is a folded cloth on the bed at my feet. Frowning, I reach out and grab it. It’s one of my dresses. A read knee-length dress with short sleeves and a sickening cleavage. Mark must have laid it out for me. But why?

I fold the dress and put it back where it was before getting out of bed. When I pull my nightgown up to pee, I feel something stuck on my butt cheek. I quickly grab it before my pee stars to flow out and take a look. It’s a yellow post-it.

Dinner tonight. Be ready when I come home - M x

I burst out laughing, shaking my head. He stuck it on my ass.

I brush my teeth and hop into the shower. In my bathrobe, while my skin dries, I decide to call my prankster.

“Hello?” Mark says as he picks up.

“You stuck it on my butt, you idiot.” I grin, and he chuckles like the proud little boy he is.

“You were sticking your ass at me when I woke up.” He explains.

“You’re a child.”

“I had morning wood, I could have done something else.”

“I would have preferred that, honestly.” I retort.

“Oh, I’ll remember that tomorrow morning.” He replies, making me giggle. Hearing his voice already makes feel better. I know he’s trying to cheer me up.

“I have to go now, baby. I want you in that dress when I come home. Make yourself pretty for me.” He murmurs, making my stomach flutter. I love getting pretty for him.

“Okay, I will. Where are we going?”

“It’s a surprise. I’ll call you later, sweet.” He says.

“Okay. I love you.” I agree even though I don’t want to hang up.

“I love you too.” He says and I wait for him to put an end to the call because I can’t bring myself to do it.

“You’re not hanging up?” He asks after a beat.

“I love you.” I repeat, wanting him to know. He stays silent for a moment, and when he speaks his voice is soft.

“I love you too, Abigail.” He murmurs, and his words diffuse a comforting warmth in my chest. Smiling, I hang up and free him.

When I started to prepare myself for our date I decided I wanted a drastic change in the way I looked. It often happens to me when I’ve been stressed out or when I had too many bad experiences. I got that habit started almost 10 years ago. Some people only do that after New Year’s but in less than five months, I graduated, got engaged, discovered I was pregnant with the most precious peanut on earth, I got married, I have suffered from injuries, I was assaulted multiple times and lost my best friend, and even though I’m not sure if this is over yet I want to find a way to leave all the bad moments behind me. 

Mark comes home later than planned than usual, but when I see him walk through the door understand why. His eyes land on me and he smiles fondly

“Hi.” He murmurs as I stand up from the sofa his eyes scan me from head to toe and he seems really pleased with what he’s seeing.

“Good evening.” I can’t help blushing even though his reaction was what I was expecting from him.

“Wow.” He breathes taking a few steps closer to me. He runs his hand through my long wavy bob.

“You went to the hairdresser?” He asks. I shake my head. I did it alone like every time.

“You like it?” I ask him. His eyes are dark and intense.

“You know I do. It’s sexy.” He says before kissing me and I have to refrain myself from pulling him clothes and kiss him more deeply.

“You look amazing.” He breathes against my lips. His hands slide up and down my back. 

“You have good tastes.” I murmur, my hands curling around the sides of his neck.

“You got a haircut too.” I observe. He kisses me.

“D'you like it?" 

"Yes. You look sexy.” I say before biting his lip gently. He groans.

“I’m not sure I want to take you out now.” He sighs, his hands coming down to my behind. He hauls me close against his chest.

“I want that dinner.” I counter as he starts kissing my shoulder.

“You can have me for dinner." 

"I want to go out.” I whine, pouting. Mark pulls away and kisses my nose.

“Okay.” He caves in. “I want you to have a great time. I don’t want to see you sad.” He murmurs before kissing my pout.

“I hated coming home to you yesterday.” There is sadness in his voice.

“You had cried yourself to sleep on the sofa. It broke my heart.” He cajoles, running his knuckles down my face.

“So we’re going to go out, we’ll talk about what happened, but I promise you won’t cry again.”

-

“She told me she needed to focus on her relationship with Andy.” I mumble, toying with the rim of my glass of water. “She doesn’t want me to ruin her life.” I explain sadly. Mark grabs the hand I was using and links or fingers, pulling my eyes up to his.

“Well, she’ll focus on her baby, and we’ll focus on our peanut, okay?” He says comfortingly. “I’m sure our baby will bring us plenty of happiness to compensate.”

“It still has to come out, though.” I mumble, looking down at my empty plate. Mark squeezes my hand to make me look up at him again.

“That doesn’t mean the fun can’t start now.” He counters before kissing the back of my hand.

“We have a new house to imagine, and a baby room to make in our apartment.” He says.

“A baby room.” I repeat, loving the idea.

“Yes, with a crib, and bedtime story books, and a rocking chair, and toys.” He enumerates, running his thumb over my knuckles. A baby room.

“This is getting so real.” My shoulders rise to my ears briefly.

“I know.” Mark grins. “We could find out the gender by now.” He pipes up. I’m four months pregnant now we could have known the gender since last month but we didn’t because I wasn’t able to go out and see my doctor. In the meantime, I changed my mind.

“I don’t want to.” I shake my head, and he frowns.

“Why?”

“It’s one of those few surprises that are left to people now.” I explain. “I mean, there’s not that much possibilities, but I don’t want to find out before we meet peanut.” I add and Mark nods scratching his chin.

“Okay.” He agrees. We stare at each other quietly for a moment before he speaks again.

“Do you trust me, Abigail?” He asks surprising me.

“Of course.”

“Take your panties off.”

“What?” I blink at him, shocked and maybe offended. He tries to keep his eyes hard and his face composed but I can see a glow of life and playfulness in them.

“Off. Don’t make me repeat myself, Abigail.” He commands confidently; it takes me a moment to understand that all of this is purely sexual. I got confused because I did not think our conversation was heading this way.

I’m not against being kinky and intimate in public and I think a little bit of thrill won’t hurt me. I close my mouth and pull my chair back. I look around to see to see if people are looking at me while reaching under my dress to grab my underwear.

Slowly I slide them down my legs until I get them off, all while making sure people are not watching me and my husband watches me with interest.

When I get them off, I hide them in my fist in turn to put them in my bag that is hanging on the back of my chair

“No."  He stops me and when I look at him he has his hand stretched out to me. At this point I understand he’s having no shame tonight so just hand them over. He smirks. He puts them in the pocket inside his suit jacket, satisfied, and I’m slightly turned on by his shenanigans.

"What are we going to do?” I ask warily. 

“We?” He arches his brow. Right we are not doing anything, it’s all about what he does to me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I correct myself.

“What do you want me to do to you?” He throws right back and I was not expecting that answer at all. I blink confused.

What do I want him to do to me?

“Answer me, Abigail."  He presses.

"I want to forget.” I reply quietly not sure what I am trying to say. “About Bea, and Liam, and Olivia.”

“Okay.” He says simply

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Before I can ask him to elaborate, the waiter arrives with our food and my stomach wants more eating and less talking

Mark changes subject and won’t answer my questions about his shenanigans. Not wanting our night to be about me bugging him, I give up and tell him about what I have in mind for the baby room and the big house. He tells me about his work tells me he misses his mom and brother and that he would want to have dinner with our whole family.

“Come.” He says after dessert, putting his napkin on the table and finishing his glass of wine. I follow him and don’t ask about the bill because I know they will probably bill him. He takes my hand and leads me to stairs on the side of the dining area. They lead up to mezzanine and a hallway. Mark pushes door like he knows place by heart.

“What’s this room?” I enquire as we step in. The place his lit by dim and romantic lights in the ceiling. The papers are a deep red, but the floor is parquet floor. There is large, white leather sofa, a coffee table, a piano, and further on the side, slightly hidden from us at first, a smaller dining area with a single tale with 6 chairs.

“Some kind of lounge room. I’ve had a couple business dinners here.” He says in a way of explanation. I hear him lock the door, but don’t pick up on it. I walk over to the wall-length glass that gives onto the dining area. From here we can see everything and everyone. The door opens behind us and another waiter comes with a tray of drinks.

“Mr and Mrs Tuan, your drinks.” He announces closing the door behind him he drops the tray on the dining table and puts the bottles and glasses on it. We thank him and he exits the room with a polite bow. Mark finishes his work in serves himself a glass of whiskey but all I can drink is the glass of wine cooler.

“A wine cooler, are you serious?” I complain as he hands me my glass.

“You’ve already had a drink recently.” He counters clinking our classes together before taking a sip of his whiskey

“I miss alcohol so much.” I moan not refusing the alcohol lemonade.

“You didn’t drink that much before peanut."  He points out.

"Yeah, but I need it more now.” I say before returning to the huge glass to observe the soft blabber in the dining area. Mark comes up behind me and drapes one arm around my waist, his hands rubbing my swollen stomach in gentle circles.

“This place is nice."  I observe, leaning onto his touch.

"I was thinking about buying it.”

“So you can eat for free?”

He laughs, loudly, and kisses my cheek. I love making him laugh. I don’t know why he bought me up here, but it’s a nice way to digest the food. I take a second sip of my wine cooler before it’s taken out of my hand by Mark. I turn around and watch my thief as he drops it on the dining table, along with his own glass.

“I didn’t finish that.” I protest behind his back. When he faces me, I remark a drastic change in his gaze. He takes my head between his hands and crashes his lips onto min, backing me up until my back hits the glass. My hands fly to his shoulders as I yelp in surprise, and he grabs them mid-air, pinning them high above my head. His tongue invades my mouth, exploring and trying to take over. I gasp and turn my head away.

“There are people.” I gasp. What he is doing? He knows people can see us.

“I know.” He breathes against my lips, assaulting my lower lip with gentle suckles of his, making me whimper. His hands slide down my arms and trace the curve of my breasts and stomach. He pins his hips against mine, pushing his knee between my legs. I reach down and push against his chest, uncomfortable.

“Don’t.” He snaps, grabbing my wrists and preventing me from pushing me away. I look up at his dark and intense eyes, confused.  He lets me go and cups my face, plunging his gaze into mine.

“That’s what I meant by wanting more of your submission.” He murmurs. “I want you to trust me.”

“I trust you, but-" 

"No buts.” He cuts me off, wrapping his fingers around my throat. He peppers kisses on my jaw line, and I try to relax, but my mind is reeling.

“I don’t like it.” I whine.

“Forget about them.” He murmurs against my skin. His hand slides down my side, my waist, my hip, and slips under my dress, slightly hitching it up. His thumb rubs my thigh back and forth.

“Trust me. Just focus on me and your body.” He says, trailing his tongue down my neck. “I’ll never hurt you.”

“I don’t want to do this in front of people.” I explain, distracted by his finger stroking my thigh, dangerously getting higher and higher.

“Show me you trust me.” He emerges from my neck and looks at me in the eyes. They struck me with sincerity despite the desire in them. “I’m not going to harm or embarrass you.”

“I know.” I whisper, because it’s true. I trust him, but I don’t know what I have to trust him with.

“That’s all you have to know.” He murmurs, and I nod quietly. When he kisses me again, I take a deep breath and try to clear my mind. It takes me a while, but his hand reaches my behind and he gives it a string squeeze, I moan and relax against him. He nibbles at the sensitive skin of my throat, when my faint scars are still making my legs buckle.

“Mark.” I moan. Desire thrums inside me, but I can’t really bring myself to forget than we are most definitely watched. I decide that as long as they don’t see my face, I can overcome the shame. Mark picks me up in his arms and lays me down on the dining table. I watch, breathless as he retrieves my panties from his inner pocket and ties my wrists together. He pulls them over my head and hooks them to a chair, efficiently restraining me. I’m tempted to turn my head to the right to see the crowd’s reaction, but I force myself not to.

“I’m going to make you come with my mouth.” Mark declares, pulling me out of my thoughts. I look up at the ceiling and watch him circle the table while he drinks another sip of his whiskey. He looks serene, while I’m a boiling mess inside.

“And you’re going to keep my glass balanced.” He adds matter of factly. I frown at him, my ragged breathing getting my voice caught up in my throat. He drops his glass on my pregnant stomach. The glass is big and squary, and my baby bump isn’t that big so it stays in place. The glass is cold against my skin.

“That means no moving.” He murmurs, his index finger tracing a line between my breasts. My breathing heaves considerably, waking the glass wobble a bit.

“No panting.” He scolds. 

“I can’t.” I whimper weakly, shaking my head.

“If you spill it, I’ll spank you.” He declares. Everything vibrates inside me. I kind of want to fail on purpose. He hasn’t spanked for a long time. I watch him, and I’m so turned on I’m shocking myself.

“If you succeed, I’ll let you suck me off.” He promises. My god.

Instinctively, I look down at his crotch, discovering the bulge in his pants. My mouth waters at the thought of having his warm and thick cock fucking my mouth. Mark stands behind me and bends, bringing his lips down to mine, kissing me upside down. I shift, instinctively trying to reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair. His tongue dips behind my too lip, a moan bubbling in the back of my throat.  Placing his hands on either side of my body, he trails open-mouthed kisses across my neck and collarbones. I close my eyes and arch my neck, inhaling his intoxicating scent.

“You know; I actually hate this dress.” Mark muses, straightening his back. He traces his fingers up the sides of my arms. I try not to breathe too heavily.

“I like it when you’re home, but not outside. It shows too much of your skin.” He says, one hand slipping in my cleavage. He presses his lips against my neck while his fingers skim over my nipple repeatedly. I press my thighs together and screw my eyes shut. I want to squirm so badly, but it’ll make me spill his glass. He gives my breast rhythmic, soft squeezes while his tongue swirls around that sensitive spot on my neck.

“But it makes it more accessible for me.” He adds, his voice deep. I let out a trembling breath.

“But it makes it more accessible for me.” He adds, his voice deep. I let out a trembling breath.

“Calm down.” He murmurs softly. I try to control my breathing, and the glass stops moving. Mark’s hands leave my breasts and he stops kissing me. I catch a glimpse s of him as he circles the table and stands at my feet, but the glass prevents me from seeing his face. 

Slowly, Mark parts my leg, exposing me to him. I ball my fists as adrenaline rushes through my veins. Mark grabs my hips and tugs me down so my butt is closer to the edge of the table. I close my eyes and feel his lips on my knee. He kisses his way down to the apex of my thigh, but stops before reaching my sex. When he pulls back, a breath I didn’t know I was holding escapes me. He repeats the process, and stops before my sex again.

“Mark.” I whisper quietly. He kisses my pubis, slowly getting closer and closer to my heat. I know I’ll have to refrain myself when he gets there, but I don’t know how. When he finally wraps his lips around my clit, I sink my teeth in my lower lip, which makes the mindless tingles that travel to my core ten times stronger. The glass barely moves. He teases my clit with soft, velvet licks, and slowly, my moans start to fill the room. He moves his tongue in small circles, his hands holding my thighs spread for him. I slightly arch my back to keep my hips down and not move, but I also have to control my breathing so my chest doesn’t rise to much. Air starts to miss quickly in my lungs, and in no time, my legs start to tremble from the effort of keeping still.

“Please.” I beg breathlessly. He licks my cleft down to my entrance, his tongue circling quickly, and his lips suckling on my skin. His soft licks turn into bold and intense strokes of his tongue. It gets too much too quickly, and the glass wobbles dangerously.

“Fuck!” I curse under my breath, fighting the need to thrust against his tongue. My mind is filled with dirty sounds of suction and licking. I start to quicken, still trying to manage the glass on my belly. That’s the moment he chooses to pull away from me.

“Please! Please, Mark!” I cry out, not trying to lower my voice anymore. He gives my clit lazy caresses with his thumb.

“Mark.” I beg.

“What do you want?” He rasps against my skin. God, I was so close.

“Don’t stop.” I plea, struggling to keep my hips still. "I need you.“ I breathe. He pushes a finger inside me, making me see white.

"Ah!” I yell, y toe curling. He unleashes his tongue on me around, moving it around and around on my clit, pumping his fingers at a steady yet agonizing pace.

“Mark, Mark, Mark.” I chant his name, words getting lost between my brain and my mind going blank. "I can’t- please!“ I scream, my orgasm tearing through me like a million stabs of electricity everywhere inside me. I’m vaguely aware of the glass tumbling off my body, but I’m too busy writhing and squirming in agony.

When the aftermath of my orgasm, I convince my eyes open and look down between my legs. Mark emerges, wiping the corner of his mouth with his thumb.

"You spilled it.” He observes, his tone heavy with both desire and disapproval. Everything is still vibrating inside me.

“And you came without my permission.” He adds. Oh, crap. I completely forgot about that.

“I’m sorry.” I choke, squeezing my thighs together, still struggling to come down from my high. Mark usually helps, caressing me and whispering endearing, heart-wrenching words of praise and admiration, but he doesn’t. That either means he’s really pissed or he’s not done with me.

“Flip over and kneel.” He orders, his voice firm. I open my eyes to look at him, gauge my margin of action. I want to protest. I may have only orgasmed once but it was intense, for a reason that still fails me.

“Mark.” I breathe. My heart is still racing. He’s not even letting me catch my breath. I look up at his eyes, and they shock me. The intensity of his stare is unsettling. His eyes are dark, with more than lust or desire.

“Don’t make me repeat myself.” He says quietly, his hands on each side of my legs, grabbing the edge of the table. His words knock the sass out of me. I oblige quietly, shifting so I’m on my stomach, my hands still tied up in front of me. Then, I kneel, sliding up on the table so I’m resting my weight on both my knees and my forearms. I take a sharp breath of anticipation, and I’m rewarded with a loud, violent slap on my ass.

“Ah!” I cry out, my body jerking forward. My skin stings, and it almost burns as it’s painful. He just spanked me. I moan when he pinches the same spot he hit, and it’s involuntary. The pain travels straight to my pussy, becoming a short wave of mindless pleasure. 

He spanks me again, hard. I hiss and bite my lip to prevent myself from screaming. I dig my nails into my own palms to absorb the pain.

I feel his lips on me. Gently kissing the place he already hit twice. His lips opening and pressing closed against my abused skin. He darts his tongue out and licks me, his hand fondling my behind as well.

I mewl, lost between pleasure and pain. He nips and sucks what I’m sure will be a bruise on my bottom, making me groan as each suction of his warm mouth makes my pussy tighten and relax.

He spanks me again, as hard as before, making me yelp. This time he doesn’t pause, spanking me again right after, not giving time for the pain to disappear. He spanks me repeatedly, each slap making me cry out, yell, scream and beg. The sounds of each slap fills the room, almost louder than the sounds that spill from my throat.

I understand quickly that it’s not a playful spanking. He’s punishing me. He said it to me before, if I failed he would spank me. At some point, my cries turn into strangled sobs. My eyes water and pour, tears rushing down my face as I take and take each blow. I never ask him to stop, though. I know he would if I asked him, but I want to challenge myself, trust myself as much as I trust him. But the pain does become unbearable.

“Mark, please!” I yell, back arched, face red and angry. He stops, all sounds fading away, replaced by my rapid breathing and my shaky sobs. His hand caresses my behind in circles.

“I’m sorry.” I howl, my breath hitching as I realize my pussy is rippling violently.

“For what?” Mark’s voice is calm.

“For coming- Ah!” I screech, surprised when he spanks me once more. I squeeze my eyes shut.

“For coming without your permission.” I choke out. I’m rewarded with another slap.

“Ah!” I scream, jerking forward so I can get away from his cruel hands.

“And?” He says expectingly. I don’t know what he wants from me.

“And?” I repeat, trying to focus, trying to think. He spanks me once more.

“Your glass!” I cry out. «I’m sorry for spilling you glass. I’m sorry.“ I murmur. His hand travels from my behind to my back, between my shoulder blades. He pushes my hair to the side, clearing a path of skin of my neck. He nuzzles my neck and inhales deeply.

"It won’t happen again.” I whisper, panting. He trails butterfly kisses across my neck, my jaw and my cheeks.

“I’m sorry.” I repeat. I kind of know he’s done spanking me, but I’m still apologizing to make sure I’m forgiven. He cups my face and kisses my nose.

“You’ve had enough, haven’t you?” He murmurs softly, his thumb wiping my tears on my cheek. I look up at him through my damp lashes. I find his eyes, and they are still hard, but he’s not a total stranger. Deep inside, I see my husband and all his love for me. 

“Yes.” My voice is barely audible.

“Why didn’t you stop me?” He asks me. Because I wanted to push my limits. I take time to register how my body is feeling. Although the skin of my ass is burning, it’s also burning between my legs, making it all heavy and throbbing.

“Because it felt good.” I breathe. Mark disappears behind me. His hands slides back down my body, over the curve of my bottom, and he plunges two fingers me.

“No!” I gasp, my body’s reaction automatic, but in total contradiction with my head. Everything tightens inside me, around his long fingers that wriggle inside me. All my muscles go rigid and tight; air starts to miss.

“Can I come?” I implore, already caught up with that feeling of destruction. I just need to let go. Mark pumps his fingers in and out of me, growling quietly.

“Please, Mark. Can I come?” I repeat, my tors curling. I’m already there, but I hold back, I let that bubble burn in my core. I need to come so badly.

“Can I come for you, please? Let me come for you.” I sob, moaning and crying out as my walls start to shake violently. It takes me all of my willpower. My pussy is throbbing so bad I can feel my heartbeat in it, it’s throbbing.

“Please!” I yell, tears rushing down my face. I kick my feet against the table, unable to stay still.

“I’ll be good! I’ll be a good girl!” I promise, my voice shaking, my nails sinking into my own skin. Mark doesn’t stop, he moves his fingers around and around.

“I’ll be good, please let me come for you.” I beg again.

“You can come now.” He grants after what feels like an eternity. I let go, everything crashing into me at the speed of light, both pain and please exploding inside me. The sensation is both intense and so gratifying I find myself thanking him, multiple ‘thank you’d falling out of my mouth, while my corrosive orgasm erodes my bones.

“Fuck!” I yell, arching and twisting, tossing and turning even if handicapped by my bounds. Mark’s fingers are still inside me, pumping in and out at a steady pace. I shake, I tremble and white out. It’s all too much for me.

When I come to, I’m pressed against a warm being, contrasting with the coldness of the table. I’m still panting, and I can’t feel my body. I blink my eyes open and look up, finding Mark staring down at me with bright and warm eyes. I’m in his arms, sitting on his lap on the leather sofa. Suddenly, I feel terribly vulnerable.

“Mark.” I murmur.

“I’m here.” He says softly, pressing his lips onto my forehead. I grip onto his shirt, holding him tight, and close my eyes.

“I love you.” I mumble. I don’t know why I feel the urge to tell him.

“I love you more, baby.” He sighs against my forehead. His lips gradually move down until he’s kissing my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.” He praises, his voice soft. I tilt my head back to grant him better access, and he kisses my nose.

“So sexy and erotic. You’re perfect.” He says, pressing his lips against mine. I suck in a deep breath, our lips barely touching.

“Look at me.” He commands, his dominant tone gone. His order feels like a plea. I convince my eyes open, looking up at him through my lashes. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes soft.

“How was it?” He enquires, his arms tightening around me.

“It felt good.” I admit. I did feel really good, as far as the physical aspect of it goes. Deep down, I don’t really know how I’m feeling.

“You did so well, Abigail. You never disappoint me.” He coos admiringly. My heart warms up. Mark feels warm against me.

“I spilled your glass.” I retort, look down at my hand, a little bit disappointed with myself. Mark takes my chin between his fingers and pulls my eyes back to him.

“It wasn’t about the glass. I just needed to be sure you trust me. It was a test.” He explains, making me frown in confusion.

“A test?” I repeat. A test to see if I would in front of-

My face blanches as I realize all of this happened in front of a crowd. I whirl my head around to look at the window. Everyone is busy eating and chatting with whoever they are with. No one is looking at us even though we’ve just had sex.

“It’s a one-way glass, Abigail.” Mark says inside my ear. I snap my head back at him, my eyes wide. What did he tell me?

When he sees my facial expression, he raises an eyebrow.

“You thought I’d let people see my wife come?” He asks, almost offended. Now that I think about it, I know he wouldn’t. For a second I though he did, and that’s why I was so surprised.

“Why a test?” I ask him reproachfully. “I always said I trust you.”

“Because you didn’t know what I wanted from you. I wanted to be sure you still trust me.” He says, confusing me even more.

“And now I know what you want from me?” I arch a brow.

“We both know. You just gave it to me.” He replies, his fingers wrapping around my nape. He kisses my forehead.

“Complete obedience, trust, submission. You were totally mine.” He muses against me. That much is true. I completely gave myself up, but it’s not the first time. I always submit when we have sex, and even when we don’t.

“I kind of got carried away, but you impressed me.” He murmurs. I’m the one who asked for this, but I didn’t expect him to go that far. I don’t think I’m confused because he scared me. He just completely blew my mind.

“I wanted to forget.” I say to myself.

“I hope I fulfilled your request.” He says quietly. Oh, yes he did. I still feel shaken from it.

“I don’t think I can do that on a daily basis.” I blurt out, looking up at him.

“That’s not what I’m asking.” He says softly. “We’ll take it slow. You’re pregnant.”

“I’m exhausted.” I mumble, placing my head against his chest.

“I know. Let’s go home.” He declares, shifting under me.

“Not yet.” I panic, not feeling ready to stand up yet. Mark would offer to carry me, but I’d rather he didn’t, not in public. He hums his agreement, sitting back against the sofa. He keeps his arms around me, his lips against my hair.

“My god, Mark. I can’t believe you did this to me.” I say in wonder. He tugs me away from him, our eyes meeting.

“You didn’t like it?” He asks worriedly.

“You know I did.” I reassure him. “I just don’t understand.” I explain. He eyes me for a moment, but says nothing. He cradles my head back against his chest and just stays there.

“Do you know how a 26-year-old man falls in love with a teenager?” He asks after a beat.

“No.”

“He trips.” He says, and I have to laugh at that one. I cathartic, unexpected bubble of giggles explodes in my throat, and I erupt in a fit. I throw my head back, and he laughs with me, proud of himself. I feel silly, it’s not even funny.

When I look back at him, he’s smiling fondly at me, his already small eyes narrow, small wrinkles at their corners. I observe every inch of his face. Sometimes I forget this man is my husband. Sometimes I get lost between what I know of him and what he shows me. It’s always good to find the man I fell in love with just by looking at him.

“Are you just going to stare at me like that?” Mark asks, his gaze never leaving mine. I bite my lip to prevent myself from grinning.

“You’re beautiful. I want to stare.” I murmur.

“I could do that all night.” He challenges.

“Me too.” I retort. He chuckles, and we stare at each other like two love-struck fools. It’s feels good. Suddenly the playful glow in his eyes faints away.

“I pushed you too far.” He says quietly. My face falls.

“No, Mark-”

“I took you by surprise. You’ve never seen me like this.” He cuts me off. I can’t deny that, but it’s not as bad as he thinks.

“You became another person.” I concur. “For a moment, I thought I had lost you, and I-”

“You were scared?” He asks warily.

“No.” I shake my head categorically. “I just had to look at you, and it was fine. You were still there.” I explain.

“You could have stopped me.” He reminds me again.

“I didn’t want to.” I argue. I enjoyed every second of it. I just wasn’t prepared.

“I enjoyed it.” He admits, his stare growing intense.

“I know you did.” I tease, flexing my ankle that’s lodged between his legs. His cock hasn’t softened yet. He gasps a little.

“I’m not ashamed of it anymore.” He breathes.

“I’m proud of you.” I murmur, shifting so I’m straddling his legs. My knees on either side of his, I wrap my arms around his neck and push my fingertips into his freshly cut hair. He sighs deeply.

“If only you knew just how much I love you. I feel like my chest is going to burst open.” He breathes.

“I love you just as much. I want to marry you again right now.” I counter before kissing him. He relaxes against me, his hands coming down to my bottom and hauling me close. He presses our bodies together, his tongue meeting mine inside my mouth. I hum in content, and when I shift fractionally, Mark groans. His big hands slide down my back, and he pulls my groan against his.

“Oh, Abby.” He moans against my lips. He’s hard for me; he has been for the fast half hour. He kisses my jawline and my neck before breathing heavily into my ear. His breath is trembling and he’s holding my hips a little bit too tight.

“I know you’re tired, but I really need to make love to you.” He mutters, a pleading tone in his voice. His hips buck and he curses under his breath. Mmmmh…

“I’m dying to be inside you, baby. Let’s go home.” He begs, his teeth grazing my ear. 

“Okay.” I murmur, reluctantly pulling away from his chest. Mark readjusts his pants multiple times during our trip home, but he’s not even trying to hide his erection -not like he could anyway. I don’t torture him by caressing his thigh or kissing his neck while he drives, because I know it’s not some game anymore. He doesn’t want me right now; he needs to make love to me. Even if all I did was laying on a table and coming multiple times, I know this night must have been emotionally packed for him. Between the fear of having me rejecting him and not trusting him, and the fact that he got a little carried away when he spanked me, I know he’s more than happy we came out of that restaurant okay, if not better, as a couple.

But when we get in the elevator in the parking lot, I can’t keep my hands off him. I can’t help but want to give him relief and make him feel as good as he made me feel. We’re a kissing mess as we stumble in. Mark quickly presses the top button before I pin him against the wall and devour his mouth. He roams my hands over his chest and sides, and he hauls me close, hands traveling to my behind. He hisses against my lips.

“I’m so freaking hard.” He mutters before I take his lower lip between mine. My hand finds the bulge in his pants. He’s rock hard and ready; so engorged with blood I can feel the heat through his clothes. I swallow his moans as I squeeze and palm him through his pants. He thrusts into my touch, groaning softly. When the elevator starts slowing down halfway through our trip up, we understand we’re going to have company. I pull away from him and turn around, standing in front of him as the door opens on a young woman. After a polite exchange of greetings, she presses a button a little bit below ours and gives us her back. 

Mark snakes his arm around me hand presses his hips against my behind, his hard on straining against me. Poor thing.

He grinds against me, his movement subtle, but I can feel it. His mouth comes down to the junction between my neck and shoulder, and he bites down quite harshly. I know he’s doing that to keep quiet, but in makes me struggle to keep quiet. I grab his wrist and dig my nails into his skin, which only makes him bite and grind harder; I almost lose my balance. When the woman exists the elevator, Mark sighs against my skin.

“Shit. I’m so sorry.” He murmurs, kissing the spot he just bruised. “I need you so badly.”

“It’s okay.” I whisper as the door close again. There is only a dew floors left until we reach our penthouse, and Mark leaves open mouthed kisses on the side of my neck. When the doors finally open on our entry, I nearly leap out of the elevator. I open the front door and step in, Mark following me. He unzips my dress while kicking the door closed and pushes it off my shoulders. I let my clutch bag fall to the floor and my dress follows shortly. I whirl around and Mark kisses me, walking me backwards as I tug his jacket off, before fumbling with his belt.

“Bed. Now.” He growls against my lips. I pull away from him and obey, losing my shoes in the hallway, and my panties in the stairs. When Mark picks me up in his arms and presses our lips together, he only has his boxers on. He kicks the door of our bedroom and I turn the lights on quickly before he throws me on the bed and crawls between my legs. I place my hands on his biceps, run them up his arms and shoulders; and he groans, burying his face in my neck. I slide my hands down his sides and hook my thumbs in the waistband of his underwear, tugging until I feel his warm cock between our crazed bodies. Mark whimpers, almost in pain.

I wrap my fingers around his shaft and thumb his head, smearing precum all over it, making it silky. Mark whines, thrusting into my had impatiently. I pump it a few times to lubricate it. I want him, but I’m still not that wet, and I’m not sure we have time for foreplay.

“I can’t wait, baby. I’m sorry.” He breathes, kissing my collarbones and curling his hips, driving his cock into my fist.

“It’s okay.” I reply breathlessly. God, I’m so hot, I’m almost sweating. I guide his cock to my entrance and curl my arms around his neck, while he holds my hip with one hand. I hold my breath as he eases himself inside me. We both groan and Mark’s grip on my hip tightens dangerously. The stretch is so good.

“Shit.” Mark mutters, curling his hips and sliding deeper between my walls. I feel him swell inside me.

“So fucking tight.” He breathes, hips stuttering as he slithers to the hilt. I suck my lower lip in and arch my body as he pushes his cock deep.

He doesn’t give me time to accommodate, nor to build a rhythm. I don’t think he has patience for this. He starts thrusting in and out of me fast and deep, his face still hidden in the crook of my neck.

“I won’t last a minute. Goddammit.” He grinds out, his teeth gazing my shoulder. I might scream if he bites me again. His thrusts are sloppy and desperate.

“Yes."  I hiss, my nails digging into his skin. When I rack them down his back, his hips ram forward, thrusting so violently my body jerks up the mattress. He moans into my ear, and I repeat my actions.

"You like that?” I ask breathlessly as he pounds on, harsh and earnest. I scratch him down his back and cup his behind, pulling him closer.

“Fuck.” He mutters, and I feel his hips shaking a little, struggling every time he pushes forwards. On hand pushes in my hair and tugs, tilting my head back and making me arch my neck, the other palms the roundness of my breast. I feel his hot breath on my skin as he trails wet kisses around my throat, still grinding his cock against my silky walls. I buck my hips to meet his movements, and he protests.

“Abby!” He moans, letting my hair go and grabbing my hip. He tries to hold me down, but I know it’s driving him insane and it’s what I want. He fucks into me even faster.

“That’s it. Fuck me.” I moan, and he gives my breast a rough squeeze.

“You’re going to make me come.” He whines, nuzzling my neck and mouthing at my throat. I fight him and keep bucking my hips.

“Shit…aaah…baby, baby, wait.” He shudders against me, his thrusts uncontrolled, hips jerking up each time I dig my skin further into his skin. His moans sound like music into my ear, his hot breath fanning my neck.

“I can’t- baby…so good…” He grits, his words barely intelligible. When his cursing and moaning turns into small, desperate ‘uh uh’s, I know he’s close. Whispering words of encouragement, I keep bucking my hips until he spills himself inside me, his hand on my breasts shaking and gripping hard.

“Fuck.” He whispers, leaning on his forearms and catching his breath against my throat, his cock still hot and pulsating inside me. I sigh in content, happy I brought him to orgasm. I found him really sexy and vulnerable. I loved it.

“You’ll be the death of me, Abigail Tuan.” He mutters, kissing the dip at the base of my neck. I run my hands up and down his back. He shifts and kisses my mouth.

“I can’t leave my woman unsatisfied.” He grumbles against my lips, making me smile.

“It’s not always about me.” I murmur. Honestly, I don’t think I could handle another orgasm. I flip us over so I’m straddling him, his softening cock still inside me.

“I just wanted to make you come.” I say, looking down at him. Still breathless, he places his hands on my hips.

“I lost it when you started scratching me with your nails.” He says before catching his lip between his teeth.

“Like that?” I muse, racking my nails down his chest. He hisses, his abs tensing, and nods weekly.

“Yes, like that.” He breathes and winces. “I came way too fast.” He complains. I lean it and kiss his lips, letting his now limp penis slip out of me, along with his warm semen.

“It’s sexy. Makes me feel skilled even though I did nothing.” I murmur, pulling away. “I loved it.”

Mark gazes up at me, his hand sliding up my side and my chest until his fingers wrap around my throat. I toss my head back and sigh, closing my eyes.

“You’re beautiful.” I hear him say, his hand sliding down between my breast and cupping my stomach.

“You’re beautiful too, husband.” I murmur, looking down at him. I take his hand that’s on my belly and bring it to my mouth, kissing his fingers in turns and paying extra love and attention to his ring finger.

“I know this would have never happened 3 years back.” I say, before kissing the back of his hand.

“You’ve made progress. And I’m proud of you.” I murmur, and he watches me with soft and loving eyes. I bring my face down to his again, our lips nanometers apart.

“That’s why I let you come at the speed of light.” I whisper.

“Oh, fuck you.” Mark laughs, his face brightening with thunderous laughter.

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Monsta X reaction to their s/o cuddling the large stuffed toy (given by them) whenever they’re on tour

cont. cuddling a large stuffed animal (gift from them?) while they are sleeping because mx was on tour and the reader couldn’t sleep without cuddling them so they used the toy as a substitute

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Originally posted by hyungnu

Shownu; The two of you were facetiming when Shownu told you to go to sleep and he’ll end the call once you fall asleep. When you pulled the huge teddy bear he gave you, he couldn’t help but break into a soft smile. Telling him that you couldn’t fall asleep without him by your side and that you use the teddy bear as a substitute. Shownu would feel a pang on his chest to be honest, seeing you like that would make somehow think of things to make it up for you once they come back. 

I’ll be back, baby, don’t worry. Just a couple of more days and I’ll be there by your side, arasso? I love you and don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you finally fall asleep.”

Originally posted by ew-wonho

Wonho; He’d be utterly speechless when he hears it from your sibling. Receiving a picture of you hugging the huge stuffed toy he’s given you while sleeping made him emotional to be honest, especially when your sibling told him that you couldn’t sleep without him and you decided to use the stuffed toy he gave you. Wonho wouldn’t like the thought to be honest since he knows how much you mean to him and that he misses you so bad that he’d send you a message filled with love.

Hey babe, I miss you so much and I hope you’re going to have a great day ahead of you. I’m always here to listen to your problems despite being away, okay? Don’t think about being keeping it all to yourself because your my top priority. I love you and I’ll be home soon.”

Originally posted by wonhontology

Minhyuk; This boy will literally find it cute to be honest. Just the thought of you nuzzling on the fluffy bear’s neck makes him giddy and he’d also find it funny to be honest. But then when the two of you are facetiming, the first thing that he’d be able to see would be the stuffed teddy bear on your bed. He’d be talking about it to be honest and that’d be the only thing that’ll come out from his mouth for a good fifteen minute, making you blush from embarrassment but then he’d reassure you right away that you’re so precious.

Aigoo, my jagiya is so precious. Don’t worry baby, you can have me all you want once I get back there but for now, just think of me while you hug Mr. Snuggles, okay? AAANNDDD GUESS WHAAAT, you can use my perfume for that teddy since I know how much you love me *wink* (this would make you want to end the call tbh)”

Originally posted by kookihyunnie

Kihyun; Kihyun would be pretty vocal about this to you. At first he’d wonder why you can’t sleep without him by your side, only to end up blushing by your answer. But then it’s also a bad thing to tell him about this because he’d get really cheesy and greasy and corny….. But then he’d be giggly about it to be honest. Just thinking about you pouting at the stuffed toy he gave you would literally make him laugh out loud, making the other members look at him.

Omo, you can’t sleep without me by your side? I can’t sleep without you by me side too baby. *wink* Do you want Oppa to give you five kisses? Arasso *sends kisses five times* Not enough? Well, you’ll get a lot of it once I get back there.”

Originally posted by minhyuk1

Hyungwon; I actually don’t know but Hyungwon would practically be clueless about it at first to be honest until your mom, yes your mom, sends him a video of you practically telling her that you can’t sleep without it and that she shouldn’t take away the stuffed toy that Hyungwon gave you because it’s a substitute for Hyungwon. He’d actually find it cute to be honest but then he’d feel guilty to be honest for making you sleep on your own with that stuffed bear. But then he’d be all smiles, teasing you about it to be honest.

Baby, did you know that omoni sent me a video of you telling her not to get the stuffed toy I gave you since you couldn’t sleep without it since it’s like a substitute of me? Looool, you’re so cute baby. Babe? Aww, don’t get all sulky now. I miss you so so much and you’re doing that? C’mooon, I’m just messin’ with you~”

Originally posted by lostinmonstax

Jooheon; This tiger will literally ask you to show him the stuffed toy he gave you. He’d actually tell the stuffed toy to watch over you for him and that to give you the best hugs and cuddles for him. Jooheon would literally be cute about it to be honest. He’d actually found out about the information from your roommate since you kept on whining about it to her, only which she took action and told Jooheon about it. 

Baby, where Mr. Stripes? Oh, there he is! Okay, Mr. Stripes, listen to me. I know that my baby can’t sleep without me by her side and I want you to be the substitute for my absence. Can you give her the best hugs and cuddles for me? Yes? Good, now, I leave everything in your hands.”

Originally posted by 93kihyun

I.M; Changkyun would be cool about it to be honest. But then he couldn’t help but worry about that to be honest like what if that stuffed toy gets kidnapped or what. Well, if ever that could happen, Changkyun would actually buy a huge stuff toy at the country they are in and send it to your address with a letter with it. And once that you receive it, Changkyun would just casually explain it to you and that he’d find it cute that you used that stuffed toy as a substitute for him.

I bought that stuffed toy for you because what if Bluey gets kidnapped, huh? If that ever happens, Brownie is there to be by your side, not making you lonely and what not. And yeah, I wanted to add Brownie to your collection since a cute girl like you deserves it *wink*”

ABCs of Us

It is so frustrating with how long it took to get to know you. Clearly, I suffered from adronitis

I spent all night writing a billet-doux to put into words how much you mean to me and I hoped my love letter said it all.

You are my cwtch, providing a safe place for me. 

Every time I get separated from you, I long for you and I call it dor

Most of the time, I suffer from ellipsism, a sadness that I’ll never be able to know how history will turn out for the both of us. 

Forelsket is my favorite feeling for it describes the euphoria of falling in love with you. 

The dates with you bring out gezelligheid, eliciting the warmth you have.

As the cherry blossoms fall, we told each other hai shi shan meng, the promise of eternal love.

You are on a constant ikitsuarpok every Saturday afternoon, anticipating my visit.

I remember the first time I talked to you. I was having a jouska before it, a hypothetical conversation that I compulsively played out in my head. 

I even felt kilig when I first met you and even until now. My giddiness said it all. 

Sometimes, I want to have liberosis, to actually care less about things and to just focus on our love without thinking of other things.

I always end up staring at you when we eat or I have manabamate, the lack of appetite I suffer when falling in love. 

We both know we feel the naz for we are proud of being loved. 

We also are both odnoliub, someone that only has one love in their life. 

I sometimes feel you have another, making me fall under the spell of pseudaesthesia, purely imaginary. 

You are my quidam, my certain someone. 

When we finally get to be together after a long time, I feel the retrouvailles, the feeling of joy when I am reunited with you.

As I drink from my cup of coffee while staring at the passersby, I am being hit with sonder, realizing that each one of them has a life as complex as my own.

You clearly exhibit topophilia for the beach, showing your great love for it by going to one every month. 

You are my utopia, now and always for you are so perfect in my eyes. 

It still aches me when we are separated and I realize my love for you through viraha.

You and I equals wyrd, destiny personified. 

You are my xenagogue, my guide in all things. 

I thank yuan fen, the force that brings us together for I get to hold your soft hands. 

Finally, I want to say zhi zi zhi shin. I want to hold your hand and grow old with you. 

anonymous asked:

All these videos and I am left with one big question. Did Dan and Phil sit down and have a Serious (business) Discussion about changing the tone and relaxing the boundaries of the videos on their channels? Did they film and edit the Halloween baking video and think "fuck it, let's do this"? Did they start talking about moving into a house together and then develop a carefully devised plan to make it seem like less of a big deal? I'd love your thoughts on all this.

i think about this so much, anon. 

I think the truth is: yes, there had to have been some kind of conversation. Maybe not a specific one. Maybe it was a conversation they had about beginning to change the tone between them on camera with no set timeline, and then the baking video happened. Or maybe the giddy atmosphere of the baking video really was them knowing they were about to start doing something Different. 

But either way: Dan and Phil have both acknowledged it head on with that as a turning point so often that yeah it had to have been a conversation together. They’re both so self-aware that it would never happen naturally without them taking each other’s temperature on it constantly. 

Do I think this is a plan to make it less of a big deal when they buy a house together? Maybe. I mean, the theory seems pretty sound to me. But I think ‘buying a house’ is more symbolic of just the fact that it was going to become apparent to any fans that this was not purely a work partnership eventually anyway. I mean, people paying attention understand that how Dan and Phil came together and what held them together the first couple of years was pure relationship - but anyone coming after had the ability to fall back on plausible deniability using the work excuse, especially anyone who came into the fray post-2014. 

But there is no more book. There is no more tour. There isn’t even a radio show anymore. They’re back to how it began: youtube. Anyone who handwaved them living together because they needed to be together 24/7 to work only has the gaming channel to cling to as an excuse now. I don’t particularly see the gaming channel ending any time soon, but it’s hard for me to imagine anyone saying they needed to not just live together but move together in order to keep the gaming channel they post on a couple times a week alive. 

I think they’re planning for their future, but for them planning for their future means also planning for our reaction to their future. 

So I view this more like them realizing that the longer they live together, no sign of anyone else no the horizon, no sign of the partnership winding down even without the work projects, the more obvious it was going to be anyway. Whether they get a house, get a dog, or just stay in their flat for another ten years - it was going to eventually be obvious. And if it was going to be obvious anyway, why not do it on their own terms? So I think what we’re seeing right now is just that - them doing it on their own terms. 

on the first episode of steam train’s series of ‘king’s quest’ (the one that came out in 2015), dan and ross started talking about holly’s drawings of dragons, and dan mentioned how amazing they were, and then ross said how she draws dragons with an avian look to them and dan was just like “of course she does” and idk i just think its cute aaaaaaa 

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Okay so I went on a Scavenger Hunt™ for Anti stuff. Here we go.

•1 Five Nights At Freddy’s: Sister Location episode 1. The first time we see Anti. Almost everyone knows this already, but I thought I’d start from the beginning. He appears a few times (I don’t have the exact times, but if you’d like to find them go ahead and add them!) throughout the video. The secret message in the description of this video is above. “You waited a long time Now I wake”

•2 FNAF: Sister Location ep 2. “Follow the signs Release me” Now what does this mean? I mean obviously these little hints are here for a reason, which leads to the release of Anti. We’ll get to that later.

•3,4,&5 FNAF: Sister Location ep 3. BUCKLE UP OKAY. SO! I never noticed this before, like I just now saw this, he says “I see you understand me, keep watching” and there’s a link. The link takes you to a video (5) with the description “Very good you may be worthy” (4). The video is all black and it has creepy sounds in the back. It legitimately gave me the shivers. Clever, clever boy. ALSO in episode 3 it’s like legitimately 2 seconds in when Anti shows up. As soon as he top of the mornin whip cracks, Anti pops up.

•6 FNAF: Sister Location ep 4. As the Sister Location series comes to a close, the Anti vibes still continue to grow. He’s also in this video. The description reads “Its almost time I grow stronger” he’s ready to show himself.

•7 The Big Reveal™. It’s Halloween so Jack is carving a pumpkin, but throughout the video Anti is showing up. Eventually, towards the end of the video (I forget the exact time) Anti shows up and he kills Jack. This is when Anti speaks for the first/longest time. We get an earful from this maniac, which the community just ate up. FINALLY he comes! The description reads “You wanted me well here I am”. The day after this Jack posts a vlog saying Anti won’t be coming back, but boy was he wrong.

•8 Detention. So Detention was a very good game for what we had seen of it at the time. The first episode was creepy, but didn’t actually have any Anti appearances. Which, it is February at this time so that would make sense. We weren’t really expecting it. Then Detention ep 2 has this little message in the description “Fogotten or just too afraid to remember?” I remember when Anti popped up for like a split second and I sat for at least 5 minutes going back and trying to screenshot every tiny part to get everything Anti was doing. Ahh, good times.

•9 Detention ep 3. Episode 3 was a doosey. The episode itself was really good and creepy, but also I mean Anti. What did you expect, that’s what this whole post is about. Description says “Broken spirit let me out”

•10 Detention ep 4. The end of Detention had many Anti appearances. I think there was like 3-5 (again, not sure.) The description in this video said “Betrayal, neglect, mistake” which is basically us forgetting about him. Or, at least that’s what I think. The thumbnails for this series had hella Anti vibes, which was awesome. I love the thumbnail for this episode.

•I don’t have any more pictures (I realized while writing this I didn’t check some videos so PLEASE add what I missed onto this!) but we don’t see Anti for a little bit after this. I believe we don’t see him again until PAX takeover. Well, there’s hints and things like on social media (Instagram) but we don’t get an ACTUAL appearance until PAX (I think.)

•PAX Takeover. I cleared my whole day so I could watch that heckin livestream because I couldn’t go to PAX. So I was sitting and waiting for it to start and when it did my computer was being dumb so I went to use my phone. As soon as Jack said “We’re gonna record a little message.” And Anti popped up MY PHONE CRASHED so I was screaming because Anti and my phone. Then I found the video (I STILL get giddy watching the video) and I got chills when Anti said “I’ve always been here…Always watching”. He also said “You found someone new, threw me aside.” Which I, and some others, thought this was an indirect at Dark because Dark had just had his reappearance on A Date With Markiplier. Jack later confirmed Anti was talking about Sean not Dark.

•Most recent Anti appearance. So a few days ago Epidemic episode 1 had a split second where Anti glitched in. Whether this was just a way to make the video feel better or some insight (I can’t think of the right word) into another return is unknown. Maybe he will come back, maybe it was just a tease. Who knows?

•Anti Lore™. Jack has been dropping some SICK Anti lore during livestreams and stuff. It’s been pretty great. Here recently he’s been re-blogging stuff about Anti A LOT. Does he have something planned? Probably not, but you bet your buttons I’m gonna theorize about it!

So that was my Anti Scavenger Hunt. It’s been a blast! I would’ve gone more in-depth, but this was a nice time. Maybe next time I do one of these I’ll work a bit harder. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE if I missed something or was wrong about something add on to the post. I want to hear thoughts about this. Send stuff to my ask box too because I want to talk about it. Anyways, sorry for the long rambly post! Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

Hello, love your blog. I was in the glee fandom first and the overwhelming majority of people on tumblr, some BNFs were always--Chris is tired of Klaine and/or Chris dislikes Darren. But the wedding car scene happened--and we had a behind the scenes thing where Chris was talking about reunions and he was so SMILEY and GIDDY and so OBVIOUSLY HAPPY about something (*making out w Darren? ;-D) that that right there stopped me from forever listening to strangers about how Chris feels.

The thing is. Chris loves Klaine and clearly Darren. But he hates what Glee did to them and I think often that comes out when talking about the subject matter. And as time progressed he had a really hard time talking about klaine positively while hiding his real feelings about Darren. And that’s where the haters get this ridiculous notion from.

But the few times Chris let’s his guard down. The truth is always very clear. And it’s no coincidence that Chris having his guard down generally involved Darren. Because Darren is one of the few people that is able to knock his walls down that he has built to protect himself.

Avoiding the Apocalypse pt. 6: A Realization

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“Mom!” Outburst called out and ran into your arms. Instinctively, you wrapped your arms around her tightly. Soon the shaking in the room subsided.

“It’s alright, kid, just probably Tony,” you explained while stroking her hair gently.

“Yeah, sorry I kind of panicked,” Outburst said and pulled away quickly. She turned a rose pink color that you found oddly adorable.

“No problem,” you smiled and began walking around the room some more.

“Yeah,” Outburst cleared her throat.

“You probably miss your mom a lot, huh,” you said casually while trying to find another door.

“Uhm, yeah she uh…recently disappeared when I left,” Outburst said while wiping her eyes on the sleeve of her shirt.

“That must be hard, do you want another hug?” you asked and opened your arms.

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Give everything you have to God!

Prayer is something I feel like is meant to be the most peaceful feeling. I sometimes think that when I center myself in His presence, I have to act like all things are daisy’s and roses. But there are times where my jealousy, confusion & frustration in certain areas of my life make it really hard to come into prayer confidently saying “Your purposes and plans prevail.” To me, to receive the most peaceful thoughts and really hear God, we have to get through the nitty giddy subjects. He says to talk to him about everything on our minds. Everything. Even the things we “think” we can do on our own.
I have been reading a book that explains prayer as oil and vinegar. In the beginning of prayer sometimes we have to pour out all the vinegar we have in order to get to the good stuff. This may be the fears, doubts, frustration, confusion, jealousy, etc.

This act of prayer helps me realize how much I actually am unknowingly covering up from God. I don’t have the answers to why things go certain ways in our lives, and sometimes I don’t think we are supposed to understand. If we understood and knew everything that was going to happen, we would think we didn’t need God or His help ever. I think that’s why he places each event perfectly.
Sometimes we truly don’t understand why things go a certain way in my life, or why we have had to wait years and years and still have no answers. But it’s those unanswered prayers that seem to be the greatest blessings later in life.

So, I just want to remind you: Give everything you have to God. I mean everything. The good, the bad, the confusion, the non-understanding, the frustration- all of it. Giving Him all of you, will give you all of Him. Prayer doesn’t always have to be the most perfect painted picture. The power of the listening that awaits us in prayer is what is the best.

Therefore I tell you, whatever you ask in prayer, believe that you have received it, and it will be yours. -Mark 11:24)

- written by Carli Stump

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NNT Week, day 5, Loss

“That face Ban made at me earlier…I didn’t recognize it… goddamn. Those unspoken words you have with your best friend just by looking them in the eye… I couldn’t read them at all…

What’s…happening to me…?

When I killed Fraudrin, it felt good, so good. I felt… too good.
Hell, even now, just thinking about it makes me feel so giddy…

I’m scared shitless right now… I’m horrified at the thought of turning back into him…into that guy I used to be.” (Meliodas)



You guys have no idea how much I cried reading that chapter. To cope with my Meliodas feels, I just HAD to draw him. Crying. You probably know that already, though, thanks to the WIP I posted a few days ago.
So, here goes my day 5 entry. Hope you like it (and, like me, cried a river back then.)