look at the tiny tongue

soft headcanons make me THRIVE

Micc wanting to be the bigger spoon just so he can bury his face in Benji’s messy hair cause it smells like strawberries.

Or Benjamin painting his nails purple. and hes got this cute concentrated look on his face with a tiny bit of his tongue sticking out and Micc is just watching, falling more in love every second

or Benjamin and Leu hanging out at the ticket booth, and they’re silent but they’re passing each other notes and Leu writes “I like your smile” and Benjamin spends the rest of the time with his head buried in his arms cause he cant stop smiling and blushing

or or
Ezequiel and Benjamin lying down with Amiel on their bed, sleepy and yawning happily as Amiel tells them stories about their days as a trainee.

Benjamin laying his head on Ezequiel’s lap after crying. And Z just gently running his hand through his hair so he can calm down

Eva bringing Micc some food because Micc is irresponsible and forgets to fucking feed himself so Eva has to make sure hes getting all the nutrients he needs

Micc and Benjamin at the drive-in watching some cheesy black and white romance film. Micc asking so many questions and Benji shutting him up by either stuffing his mouth with popcorn or giving him kisses

Stiles stared at it, eyes wide in anticipation. It was huge! His fingers strained but barely reached all the way around it. It made his hands look tiny. He wanted it. Wanted to taste it, devour it. His tongue flicked out and licked the tip, and again. Before he knew it his mouth had engulfed it, his lips sliding up and down it, tongue dancing across it’s surface. He took as much in his mouth as he could, head bobbing to take it deeper.
“Stiles just eat the damn banana!” A voice came from the doorway. Stiles closed his eyes enable to look up. He could feel his cheeks flushing.
“If you really want to practice I’ve got something else you can use.” Derek said with a raised eyebrow and slight smirk. Stiles smiled forgetting his embarrassment and chased out of the room after Derek.

10 things your Mummy never told you ...

1. You made her cry… a lot. She cried when she found out she was pregnant. She cried as she gave birth to you. She cried when she first held you. She cried with happiness. She cried with fear. She cried with worry. She cried because she feels so deeply for you. She felt your pain and your happiness and she shared it with you, whether you realized it or not.

2. She wanted that last piece of pie. But when she saw you look at it with those big eyes and lick your mouth with that tiny tongue, she couldn’t eat it. She knew it would make her much happier to see your little tummy be filled than hers.

3. It hurt. When you pulled her hair, it hurt; when you grabbed her with those sharp fingernails that were impossible to cut, it hurt; when you bit her while drinking milk, that hurt, too. You bruised her ribs when you kicked her from her belly; you stretched her stomach out for nine months; you made her body contract in agonizing pain as you entered this world.

4. She was always afraid. From the moment you were conceived, she did all in her power to protect you. She became your mama bear. She was that lady who wanted to say no when the little girl next door asked to hold you, and who cringed when she did, because in her mind no one could keep you as safe as she herself could. Her heart skipped two beats with your first steps. She stayed up late to make sure you got home safe, and woke up early to see you off to school. With every stubbed toe and little stumble, she was close by; she was ready to snatch you up with every bad dream or late night fever. She was there to make sure you were OK.

5. She knows she’s not perfect. She is her own worst critic. She knows all her flaws and sometimes hates herself for them. She is hardest on herself when it comes to you, though. She wanted to be the perfect mom, to do nothing wrong – but because she is human, she made mistakes. She is probably still trying to forgive herself for them. She wishes with her whole heart that she could go back in time and do things differently, but she can’t, so be kind to her, and know she did the best she knew how to do.

6. She watched you as you slept. There were nights when she was up ‘til 3:00 a.m. praying that you would finally fall asleep. She could hardly keep her eyes open as she sang to you, and she would beg you to “please, please fall asleep.” Then, when you finally fell asleep, she would lay you down and all her tiredness would disappear for a short second as she sat by your bedside looking down at your perfect cherub face, experiencing more love than she knew was possible, despite her worn-out arms and aching eyes.

7. She carried you a lot longer than nine months. You needed her to. So she did. She would learn to hold you while she cleaned; she would learn to hold you while she ate; she would even hold you while she slept, because it was the only way she could sometimes. Her arms would get tired, her back would hurt, but she held you still because you wanted to be close to her. She snuggled you, loved you, kissed you and played with you. You felt safe in her arms; you were happy in her arms; you knew you were loved in her arms, so she held you, as often and as long as you needed.

8. It broke her heart every time you cried. There was no sound as sad as your cries, or sight as horrible as the tears streaming down your perfect face. She did all in her power to stop you from crying, and when she couldn’t stop your tears, her heart would shatter into a million little pieces.

9. She put you first. She went without food, without showers and without sleep. She always put your needs before her own. She would spend all day meeting your needs, and by the end of the day, she would have no energy left for herself. But the next day, she would wake up and do it all over again, because you meant that much to her.

10. She would do it all again. Being a mum is one of the hardest jobs anyone can do, and it will take you to your very limits sometimes. You cry, you hurt, you try, you fail, you work and you learn. But, you also experience more joy that you thought was possible and feel more love than your heart can contain. Despite all the pain, grief, late nights and early mornings you put your mum through, she would do it all again for you because you are worth it to her. So, next time you see her, tell your mum thank you; let her know that you love her. She can never hear it too many times.

Prompt: “So Modern Au with Bones (cause obviously thats probably all Ill ever ask you for) ends up in her small town as new country doc and she gets him acquainted to the town and fluff ensues. And if she could have a dachshund/golden retriever named benton that would be awesome but not necessary.”-Anon

Tags: @yourtropegirl, @outside-the-government

Word Count: 1,805

Author’s Note: I’m back from my Christmas “vacation!” I had a blast and I got a lot written in the last few days. Please enjoy this cute little AU; please keep in mind that all I know about small towns and small town doctors I know from Waitress.

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parkjmin  asked:

hurt, regret, reunion for the 3 word prompt!! with jimin!

this is how you lose her
rated e for endings
word count: 1,142

or this is just how you lose

01. hurt

The fall settles in like soft breath over water, the ripples against your skin, and spreads till that’s all there is left, the lingering bits of him that you thought had belonged to you. You watch him smile with all his teeth and imagine each one as a tombstone to all the lies he’s ever told with that same goddamn smile on his face; you kiss him like you can taste them, like maybe if you kissed him hard enough, you’d be able to find the truth somewhere in that cemetery of lies.

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Egotistical Ass *Harry Styles One Shot*


He walked quickly roughly pushing me up onto the dining room table. I could hear things falling off but I couldn’t seem to care much. His lips and teeth nipped at my neck while his hands ripped the clothes from my body. A second ago we had been fighting probably about something stupid I couldn’t tell you right now but I do know I had called him an ‘egotistical ass’ and now here we were with him shredding my red blouse and pushing up my pencil skirt. “If I’m and egotistical ass it’s your fault,” he whispered his hand under my skirt playing with my panties. He pulled them up causing the lace material to slip between my folds and rub my clit. “Shit,” I moaned my head falling back. He growled angrily and ripped my panties down my legs. His arm went around me clearing the table of the centerpiece. He pushed me back holding me down when I tried to get back up, “How could I not get a big ego the way to moan and scream my name, always telling me how good I am,” he continued pressing his clothed hard on against my wet center. “Fuck,” I moaned griping air. “How could anyone not get a big ego knowing they’re the ONLY one who can get you off,” he growled again and his lips began to trail the length of my torso. His mouth got to my belly button ring and he grazed his teeth over it pulling on it the slightest bit, “I’ve always loved the way this looked on you,” he whispered his tongue swirling around the tiny jewel. He stood back up sharply and began to unbuckle his pants, he slipped them down to his thighs along with his boxers letting his hard on out of the tight restraints. He gripped my hips pushing up my skirt again, yanking me to the edge of the table. He lined himself up and slammed in stretching me in one swift move. He didn’t waste time going slow or letting me adjust he just got to work pounding into me. It hurt so good, my center burned but it felt amazing because he knew just the right spot to hit and he did it over and over again, “Fuck that feels so good,” I cried feeling like I might cum any second. “You see this is what I’m talking about babe, always so good to me. Telling me how good I’m doing how I make you feel amazing,” he continued his rant still pounding into me, “and you wonder why I’m egotistical.” My head fell back when his thumb found my clit and started rubbing it in time with his thrusts. “Oh, god, don’t stop, don’t stop,” I moaned my back coming up slightly only for him to pin me back down. I was so close and it felt so good. “Don’t stop what baby?” he asked teasingly, “Don’t stop this?” he questioned pulling out just as fast as he had entered the first time. A rush of cold air his my soaking center and I wanted to beat him but I felt so weak. “No,” I cried feeling the impending orgasm slip through my fingers. “So you do want me to stop?” he asked giving me a curious look. “No, no, shit Harry I need you. I need to cum please make me cum,” I cried knowing it was my last hope of getting it out of him. Okay so maybe not the only hope but it was certainly the easiest one. “So you need my egotistical ass to make you cum is what I’m hearing,” he said angrily. Shit he was being an ass but it felt too good, “Yes, I need you baby, I need you so bad, please,” I said moving my hips up trying to get to his. He took a step back denying me the contact I craved, “If you insist,” he muttered grabbing me again. He pulled me off the table and sat me on shaky legs I had to hold on to him to not fall over. He turned me around and pinned me to the table again. I moaned at the feeling of the cold wood table against my bare breasts. He pulled my skirt down my legs letting it fall to the floor leaving me in only the shreds of red cloth from the ruined blouse. He pulled the tattered fabric from my body leaving me there fully naked pinned against the table panting and needy. He rubbed his hands over my ass and hips tenderly a contrast to his previous rough movements. He gripped my hips again applying enough pressure for it to hurt slightly. He slammed into me again not letting me adjust or react. I was so wet that friction wasn’t in the equation anymore, he slipped back and forth sliding over my g-spot without giving it the same direct contact as he had before. My hands gripped in tight fists and I bit down on m y knuckles trying not to be too loud. He did this over and over sliding in and out never hitting the spot that would push me over the edge. “Harry, fuck I need you to make me cum, come on I know you can do it,” I purred pushing my hips back against him. His hand came down on my ass sharply and I jolted forward letting out a small whine, “I know I can,” he growled gripping my hair. He pulled me up to him his lips resting against my ear, “You’ll cum when I say you can,” he growled twisting his hips to hit that spot I needed him to. “Oh f-fuck,” I cursed feeling my stomach twist and my limbs ache as he hit that spot over again. “Is that where you want me?” he asked sweetly against my ear but I knew he was still angry. “Y-yes,” I cried feeling it only tighten more with each thrust. “Uh-huh, is that the spot that drives you crazy, the spot that pulls you to the edge?” he asked again and I didn’t think I could answer him. I was stuck moaning, I tried to nod my head but his grip on my hair was strong. It didn’t hurt but I didn’t let me move either. I felt my legs quake under me threatening to give out. His other arm wrapped around me holding me up while he kept fucking my limp body, “Do you need to cum baby?” he asked his voice sweet again. He kissed my neck lightly and his hand left my hair. I nodded my head weakly feeling it coming on strong again, if he wasn’t going to give me permission I would end up doing it anyway I knew it. “Cum for me (Y/N), let it out let that tight pussy of yours grip my cock while I fuck you senseless,” he growled. My body began to shake and my head fell back hard against his shoulder. My insides came unraveled and I couldn’t hold back any sounds. He continued to thrust through my orgasm moaning for the first time himself. He thrust up into me harshly, releasing everything he held back. “Fuck, babe,” he groaned panting on my neck. I slumped back against him after he pulled out my body too tired to move. He scooped me up and cared me down the hall to our bedroom, “Harry?” I spoke sleepily. “Yeah, babe?” he asked his lips finding my forehead. “I’m sorry,” I said cuddling up to his warm chest. “Don’t worry about it,” he said kissing my cheek. “You may be an egotistical ass, but your mine,” I said smiling against his neck. “Okay, whatever you say babe,” he said laughing slightly. He placed me down on our bed and pulled the covers over me before getting in on his side. He pulled me into him pressing my back against his chest. “I love you Harry,” I whispered slowly falling asleep. “I love you too (Y/N),” he mumbled against my shoulder before I fell asleep completely.