now onto my ~feelings

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every westallen scene ever (124/?)

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The grass is cold underneath me, and I can only imagine how much worse its going to become. There’s birds up above, high in the trees and looking down on Justin and I as we lay in the garden.

“Okay,” he mutters. It’s the first time either of us has spoken in a while so it causes me to jump in surprise. “Take off your shirt and lie on your stomach, please,” he grins.

“How romantic,” I say as my T-shirt is travelling over my stomach, my chest, my neck and finally, is released from my body completely. The harsh wind breathes heavily onto my skin and I can already see the goosebumps forming; creating mountains all over my body.

Laying down on my stomach, the cold only worsens but I don’t complain. My nipples are being attacked by the grass which is almost wet due to how frosty the early January air is, I have to hold back a gasp when it feels knives against me.

“Thank you for doing this,” Justin says as he rummages through his bag. “I’ve dreamed of doing this ever since I met you.”

“Really?”

“Mhm.” He’s not looking at me, but at the multiple paint brushes - all of them ranging from small to large - while, I’m assuming, trying to choose which would be best to put to use. “It’s like putting art upon art.”

I don’t say anything; I’m secretly touched deeply by his words that I’m sure any words that leave my lips won’t be comprehendible, or of any relevance. Because of this, I merely wait for his next move.

“I’m not too sure what I’m gonna do yet, I’ll just see how it goes.”

“I’m sure whatever it is, it’s beautiful. I love your art.’

Looking at Justin, I could no longer see the full proportions of his face. Although, I could see a slight hint of pink creeping up his neck and I’m sure he was trying to hold back a big grin. I’m already aware Justin’s artwork means a lot to him, but seeing him getting so flustered over a compliment it receives makes it beautifully obvious. I smirk before turning back around.

“Okay, here we go,” he says and I feel him straddle my legs. I tangle my arms together and rest my head in the centre of them. It’s peaceful and I let myself appreciate the soft wind and the chirping birds.

I close my eyes when I feel the tip of Justin’s paintbrush grazing my shoulder blades. The sensation sends shivers down my spine and causes the hairs on my neck to stand to attention; as though a group of people have had their names called in unison and they all rise together. Following this, a feeling that resembles one of drops of water being released onto my back, and then it gliding through the dips and curves, sets through my skin. My eyes become heavy.

“Is that okay?” Justin whispers and it causes me to stir. I nod and hum in response. “Let me know if it gets uncomfortable or anything.”

“It’s relaxing,” I sigh and reposition my head in my arms. The movements the paintbrush is making seems a lot more confident now, meaning it’s pressing harder onto my skin, letting me feel every bristle that swipes across my skin.

I’m unaware how long it takes for Justin to complete the art he’s creating on back because I drift off ever so slightly; allowing the tingles and the cool of the paint to help me drift off into a light slumber. In fact, they’re helping me with so much triumph that I notice when they come to halt. The sudden feeling of nothing makes me stir.

“Well, hello there, Sleeping Beauty,” I hear Justin say, and a throaty chuckle follows directly behind. “Nice nap?”

“It was lovely, actually,” I grin but I know he can’t see it. I lean onto my elbows and rub my eyes with the palms of my hand; a burning sensation buzzes through them for a few seconds before I open them once more. “Are you done?”

He sighs. “I think so. I’m not sure how I feel about it right now, but I guess, yeah, it’s done.”

Justin climbs off of me and proceeds to help me stand by holding his hand out for me to take. I let my own slide into it with appreciation and I’m pulled to my feet in a matter of seconds; the grass is cold against the bottom of my feet.

I’m very aware of the fact that my chest is open to Justin’s eyes. I notice they burn bright as, for only a few seconds, they admire and relish in the sight, but out of, what I’m sure is politeness, Justin quickly averts his eyes to my face and gives me a warm smile.

“Let’s go inside, you must be freezing,” Justin says while resting his hand against my bare back, it does nothing but make shivers run over my body because they’re as cold as icicles. I try not to flinch away from his touch.

Walking through the back door and into the kitchen, I speed up once into the warmth of the house, partly because the cold was becoming too much to bare but also because I’m eager to see the final result of Justin’s idea.

“You wanna go upstairs and look at it?” Justin asks but by the time he’s finished his sentence, I’m already jogging towards the stairs. I can hear his laugh fading out as I move further up the stairs and closer to the bedroom. My anticipation is mixing with a dash of nervousness now.

My bedroom has closet with a mirror doing the job of the door of it, so as I walk in I’m instantly able to see my reflection, my next move is to turn around. I hesitate, but manage to do it eventually.

What I can see over my shoulder causes me to let out the tiniest puff of air. There’s a mix of reds, yellows, oranges and blues, all swirling together to create something breathtaking. It takes my eyes  a few seconds to adjust to the patterns Justin has created, but they’ve seen the art and now, they don’t want to look away.

“What do you think?” Justin’s voice echoes through the room, at least, it sounds like it does; I’m unsure. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Justin,” I breathe out, still looking at it as though it’s going to begin dancing for me, or something of the sort.

“I started by drawing little patterns across your shoulder blades; you can see them there,” he drew an invisible line that felt like a feather across my back because of his little pressure he put upon it, “but then I decided I wanted to draw a sunset, which you can see there,” and again, his pointer finger flutter across my lower back. “But then, I decided to paint this little otter; I don’t know why,” he muttered.

Even though there was multiple little pieces of art, they all seemed to blend and compliment each other; the blues - while contrasting prominently with the reds - somehow seemed to shift knowingly from a bright evening sky to a winding pattern that was almost snake-like, as though it knew the one job it must complete. The baby otter with its dark brown fur lay floating in a swirl of glittering blue water.

“You’re so talented. I love them,” I whisper, continuing to stare in awe. I almost don’t notice Justin coming up in front of me, so I jump when I feel his hands on my bare waist.
“You make my art even more beautiful. I want to use you as a blank canvas all the time.” His hands are warm, warmer than my own, and they create little patches of heat on my skin and attempts to fill the entire surface of my body.

Before I could even comprehend what was happening, Justin had laid me down onto the bed sitting quietly in the centre of the room, and began to leave hot kisses down my neck. We spent a long period of time there; sweating, panting, moaning and grunting like wild animals. We would stop every now and then to catch our breath and even when we’d insist on that being the last time we collapsed and fell apart, our hands would somehow find each other’s bodies once more and we’d fall back into a rhythm that became so familiar.

Justin loves to create art, his reasoning being that it acts as an escape and it fills him with a sense of being that almost nothing else can replicate, at least that’s what he told me when I asked. That night, Justin created two pieces of art - one being intentional, the other being totally unpredicted. As I writhed beneath him, throwing my legs around his torso while his hands gripped my hips, I failed to remember the paint covering my back.

As we rose from the bed, hours later with dishevelled hair and sweat-coated bodies, the bedsheets on which we laid became, just like I had, a blank canvas for yet another piece of artwork. The colours merged mercilessly, the blues and reds had blended into a deep purple and the reds and yellows; orange. Instead of the otter, there was a large smear of faded brown that looked out of place with all the bright colours.

Justin seemed satisfied with the outcome and I caught him staring at it for just a few moments longer than I had. I could see the familiar satisfaction in his eyes while a small smile matched the redness of his cheeks.

Pregnancy - Carl Gallagher

Request: Can you do a Carl imagine where the reader Is pregnant and when the reader tells him and he runs away and the reader goes to Fiona crying and Fiona yells at Carl and fluffy ending please😀😀😀

Warnings: fluffy lil Carl, angry Carl, Carl being a dick

Pairing: Carl Gallagher x Reader

Word Count: 1231


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“Carl, I have something to tell you, but you have to promise me that you won’t freak out” I say to Carl as I put my hands on his shoulders to try and get him to sit down on the couch. He nods at me when we are both sitting down so I put his hands in mine and begin to speak. “Carl, I went to the free clinic today” He nods at me listening to my every word.

“I’m pregnant, Carl” I whisper out, hoping he can hear me.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” He stands up and is now yelling at me “How could you let this happen? This is so fucking irresponsible of you” 

“Are you fucking serious?” I don’t know what the hell he thought was going to happen when he started yelling at me. 

“Are you seriously blaming this on me?” I am so mad at him I can’t help but stand and begin to walk away, I turn around to say one last thing “Maybe if you ever went to school you would know that it’s the sperm, which in fact comes from the penis that will get someone pregnant” and with that, I walk out the back door to go to the backyard.

This is where I see Fiona sitting and smoking on the stairs, I hated Carl in this moment. I felt like I was over reacting because how else was a 16 year old boy going to react to his girlfriend being pregnant. I heard the front door slam as I sat down with Fiona, I could feel the tears trying to work their way to the surface of my eyes but I wouldn’t let them. I didn’t want Fiona to see me crying because of Carl.

“What’s up with you, Y/N?” She looks at me and I give her a confused look “You came out here, sat down and didn’t say a word. You never walk into a room without saying a word” She nudges me with her shoulder and a fraction of a smile comes onto my face, I don’t feel like smiling right now.

“So, what is the problem?” Fiona asks me again and I feel like I have to tell her, she is like a sister to me even though I already have two.

“Don’t be mad” I look at her, I know she doesn’t want any of the kids to have children at a young age, I was here when Debby got pregnant and I saw how she reacted then.

“Fiona” I take a deep breath “I am pregnant” I tell her the same way I told Carl, maybe it will turn out differently this time. She lets out a deep breath and puts her head in her hands, I hear a low groan coming from her.

“Okay, we can deal with this” She stands up and starts pacing back and forth “You can just get an abortion like I did”

“I can’t just get rid of it, you know my family doesn’t have the money and they aren’t even going to let me in the house if I tell them that I am pregnant” I quickly say back, she knows all of this and still says it.

“I think Carl ran away, I told him and he said it was my fault then left” I told Fiona “I don’t know what to do, Fi. My life has gone to shit in just one day, how am I supposed to do anything with a baby” Fiona sits down beside me and hugs me. She hugged me until we heard the front door slam shut again. 

We walked back inside and like I suspected it was Carl, he was sitting on the couch when I walked into the kitchen to get to Debby’s room. I didn’t want to have to deal with Carl right now and I can’t just go home.

I make it to Debby’s room when I hear yelling coming from downstairs, it’s Fiona and Carl of course. Whenever they didn’t agree on something the whole house would know about it, Debby looked at me knowing it was my fault as soon as I got into her room.

I tell her everything that has happened and she was so excited for me, she said that it would be so much fun to have kids at the same time. But I can only see it as the rest of my life being taken away from me, I can’t do anything I want to do with a kid. She keeps talking to me to keep me distracted from the fight going on, I could only hear the muffled sounds through the wall.

I was laying on the bed looking at the ceiling when there was a soft knock on the door, I could hear the door opening slowly then a soft voice was heard.
“Y/N, can we talk” I turn my head to face the door, it was Carl peaking his head through. I sat up slowly, I could never be prepared for whatever is going to happen to us.

I walk into Carls room and sit on the bed across from the door, Carl walks in behind me and closes the door. He comes over to sit beside me on the bed, we both sit there in an awkward silence waiting for someone to speak, I know it’s not going to be me.

“I’m sorry, okay” Carl sighs, he was the first one to speak after almost 5 minutes, imagine that 5 minutes of silence with someone who just yelled at you.

“What are we going to do?” He asks me, he thinks I have thought up my life plan in the last 1 hour, he is dumber than I thought. 

“I have no idea, Carl” I sigh and look down to my fingers. I just want to go to sleep, I feel like this day has been going on forever.

“Hey maybe we can get on sixteen and pregnant and get money from being on the show” Carl jokes, but I can’t help but think about how good it would be to get the money from a tv show. I give him a weak smile and go to get up, Carl stands up behind me and reaches for my hand turning me around.

“I’m sorry baby” he points at my stomach and then looks back up to me “girl” Then he gives me a quick peck on the lips, when he pulls away he has a smirk on his face. He thinks he is so funny, making all of these jokes and it was but I couldn’t let him know that. 

He sits back down on the edge of the bed and looks at me, he softly tugs on my wrist to bring me down to his lap. He gives me a kiss on the forehead then, places a kiss on the tip of my nose. My smile is weak and I can feel the sleepiness growing stronger so I get off Carl’s lap and crawl into bed, I lay down and nudge Carls back with my foot indicating for him to come lay down. He gets into bed and snuggles up behind me placing his arm over my waist and onto my stomach, he begins to draw shapes onto it until I fall asleep.

Control Training - Liam Dunbar and Scott McCall

Originally posted by spraystills

Request: Imagine request: you recently got bitten by Scott. And your training to use your wolf abilities to there extent. Since Liam and you are dating he’s there for moral support. You need to learn how to control your anger but scot hits you and you get really mad and start to wolf out on him and try to attack him cause you anger gets the best of you. Liam and Scott calm you down.

Summary: (Y/N) has just recently been bitten and Scott is training her how to control her power. Of course, (Y/N)’s boyfriend Liam has to come for moral support which is much needed.

“How are you feeling? What are you thinking about?” Scott asked me as he stood opposite me with a bag full of lacrosse balls. It was after school hours and no one was here but us. We told coach that Scott was going to train Liam some new Lacrosse tricks but actually, he was training me how not to kill people.

“Good. Just wondering if when they wrote the 3 little pigs or red riding hood they actually knew about werewolves and like… were hunters or something… or just tryna make us look bad or something…”

“Okay… Well, you need to focus. We need to see how good you are at maintaining calm. You have to keep your heart rate down or else you’ll turn, and we can’t have that happening in public.” I nod and look over to Liam who’s sitting on the benches. Suddenly, I’m hit in the face with a ball. 

“Um, what the f-”

“Stay calm.”

“How can I when you’re throwing balls at me?”

“This is how Stiles trained me. Pretty much right where we’re standing too.”

“Okay but I’m not yo-” Scott threw another ball at me and I heard Liam chuckle when I glared at Scott.

“(Y/N), they put me in handcuffs. Trust me, this is better. For both of us. I don’t really like the idea of Scott putting you in handcuffs.” Liam interjected trying to make light of the situation. 

“Okay, okay. If this is how I have to learn then go for i-” Scott threw another ball.

“You could’ve let me finish what I was say-” And another. I breathed in deeply as he kept throwing balls. I tried to compose myself and stay calm but when I heard his voice ask me a question I snapped. I felt my claws come out and I growled lowly, showing my teeth. The others paused and when I started running at Scott he quickly changed form too. 

“(Y/N), calm down!” He shouted over the vicious fight. I could feel something inside my chest get hotter and hotter. It was like some internal fury that I was now externalising onto Scott. I could feel his skin under my claws every now and then when I swiped at him and the smell blood intensified. 

“(Y/N).” I hear Liam’s voice and I froze. 

“(Y/N), please stop. Control yourself.” I feel his hands grab onto my arms. I had forgotten that he was even there. In fact I had forgotten I was even there. It felt so surreal; like it wasn’t even me that was hurting Scott. I froze and started taking in big breaths, realising what had happened, what I had done.

“Oh my god.” I whisper as my body changes back to normal. I see blood coming from Scott’s cheek and shirt. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what came over me.” 

“I’ll heal. And don’t worry, we all tried to kill someone our first transformation.” I looked over at Liam who laughed and nodded, looking at Scott and then back to me. It wasn’t until then that I realised that I had hurt Liam. A gush of blood was seeping from his shoulder. I jump up and grab ahold of him arm seeing how deep it was. 

“Don’t stress. Like Scott said, I’ll heal.” 

“Okay, I think that’s enough training for one night. I’ll see you two back here tomorrow.” Scott said as he picked up his bag and smiled at the two of us. 

“Yeah, see you then.” Liam said for me as I was still in a small state of shock. “Come on, lets go wash this blood off.” Liam says as we begin walking to my car. 

“A warm shower sounds nice.”

“Yeah it does.”

“By myself.”

“What?”

“You heard me Dunbar, theres been enough excitement for one night.” I giggled.


Hey! Sorry this took a lot longer than I expected. I have no excuse, I just bought a Nintendo Switch and got extremely side tracked! I haven’t even done 1% of my holiday homework ahaha. Anyway, hope you liked it! xx

thescruffygamer  asked:

Overwatch ships, Gency and WidowReaper

Let’s start with Gency, shall we~?   

who’s the cuddler: Genji, he always hugs Angela when she’s reading

who makes the bed: Mercy, she’s a perfect housewife

who wakes up first: Mercy, she’s used to getting up early since she’s a doctor

who has the weird taste in music: They both enjoy swinging to K-Pop and J-Pop as well as dancing to classical music (personally I don’t think it’s weird, but some people find it strange ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

who is more protective: Genji will kill everyone who dares to hurt Angela

who sings in the shower: Angela, she’s also humming sometimes

who cries during movies: Both are in a pool of tissues

who spends the most while out shopping: Genji, because he never knows where are the things he needs

who kisses more roughly: Genji, he’s still got that playboy somewhere inside

who is more dominate: Playboy Genji strikes again

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 10, my Overwatch otp ♥

Now onto Widowreaper~

who’s the cuddler: Amelie, she feels safe in Gabe’s arms

who makes the bed: Reaper, he’s a perfectionist

who wakes up first: Widowmaker, because of constant nightmares

who has the weird taste in music: Both chill out to classical music

who is more protective: They can both take care of themselves

who sings in the shower: Amelie, and Gabe secretly listens

who cries during movies: Gabriel, Amelie finds it hilarious and always runs her hand through his hair

who spends the most while out shopping: Amelie, she never knows what to choose

who kisses more roughly: Both are really… affectionate

who is more dominate: Gabe likes to be the leader

my rating of the ship from 1-10: 9, they need more love~

2

EB: lame!!!

TG: listen

TG: the shit that happens in them is beyond fake

EB: most of the movies you like are fantasy based??

TG: thats different

EB: admit it, you’re just scared.

TG: shut up im not

TG: its just too unrealistic imo

EB: suuurrree. i totally believe you completely.

          me  :  it’s  1:30  !  time  to  go  to  bed  !
          erica  :  nope  !  not  until  some  one  holds  me  and  cares  for  me  !
          me  :  um  …  maybe  tomorrow  !
          erica  :  NO  !  I  NEED  !  TO  BE  !  HELD  AND  CARED  FOR  !

New Pet | Part 4

Sorry it took a few days, I don’t write a lot during the weekend. Tell me what you like and don’t like please. I want the story to be good.

Warning: violence, language, smut

Word count: 1,902

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“J!” I yell at him to snap him out of whatever trance he was in.

She shakes his head a little and looks back into my eyes, back into the moment. “What?” He asks in a sore, angry voice, like he didn’t even realize that he zoned out for a few minutes.

I hesitate to answer, worried that I’ve caused him enough stress for the day. He raises his eyebrows and slightly tilts his head like he was waiting for an answer, “You- you went weird for a moment..” I say in a quite voice, hoping that he can hear the fear in my voice.

He tried to get up and I run to his side helping him up. He pushes me off, trying to show that he can handle himself. I step back but still stay close enough for if he does fall over. He slowly walks into the kitchen, obviously in pain. Shortly after he leaves I follow him into the kitchen, peering around the corner, he is talking to a lady that I hadn’t seen before. ‘Does she stay here as well? I thought his guards only stayed here with him.’ He sits down at the counter as this woman gets down a glass and fills it with ice could water. She hands it to him with a couple of pills. She catches a glance of me and looks surprised.

“Hello.” She says briefly, flashing me a quick smile and then going back to making some food.

“Hi, I’m Y/N.” I announce while coming out from behind the corner. “What are you making?” I ask because the kitchen smelled so amazing.

She turns to me and looks confused that I’m talking to her. She quickly glances at the Joker, she looks frozen. He nods at her, giving her permission to speak. She turns to me and I can see the relief in her eyes. A smile appears across her face and she lets out a deep breathe, “How are you dear, my name is Brooke. I’m making lasagna for the men because they have had a long night. Would you like some?”

“Of course I would, thank you so much. Would you like me to go get the other guys to come eat?” I ask, trying to help Brooke because she seems a little overwhelmed at the moment.

“That would be so nice of you dear.” She says with a big smile across her face now.

The Joker gives her a look that says, ‘No, that’s your job, not hers, you will go get them.’

“..But, I can go get them. You take a seat there and I’ll be back shortly to serve dinner.” I see her face start to turn to shame and her cheeks turn red as she exits the room.

I go and pull out the chair next to Joker at the counter. I take a seat and he doesn’t flinch or even move from where he was looking. We sit their in silence, all you can here in our breathing. I started to feel awkward when I finally blurted out, “I am sorry Mr. J.” I truly was, I didn’t want to hurt him, no matter how much he hurt me. I just wanted to leave, to go home, to sleep in my own bed, to have Jake back.

He slowly looks up at me saying, “Oh trust me, you will be sorry,” letting out his maniac laugh as I tighten up in my seat.

Our chairs are close and he wraps his hand on my thigh, causing me to get a weird sensation. ‘How does a guy that just killed my fiancé have this kind of power over me?’ I stand up and walk over to the cupboard where Brooke got the glass from. I get myself some water as he watches my every move. I stand across from him, leaning on the counter, we are just looking at each other.

“You need to stop giving me that look doll face.” He says as he bites his slip slowly. I didn’t know what look I was giving him, but I just brushed off what he said and went and sat down at the far end of the table. He turns around in his chair and smiles as he stands up and sits across from me at the head of the table.

Brooke walks back into the kitchen with most of the men and they sit down around the table that J and I are already seated at. She brings over the food and dishes up my plate first then dishing up all of the men’s. We all sit their in silence, I think nobody wanted to talk because they felt the tension of having me there. I felt awkward so I stood up, grabbing my plate, and walked back into the front room to eat.

Im sitting on the couch that J had been laying across, after a few moments he walks in and sits by me. “Why did you come in here?” He asks me setting his plate down on the table in front of us. I can hear all of the men talking in the other room now. ‘It really was the tension that kept them from speaking.’

“I didn’t want to stay in there.” I reply while putting another bite into my mouth.

He tilts my head towards his, “You don’t have to feel awkward about staying here. This is your house now also. He can do whatever you want here, you just can’t leave without asking me first. You are safe within this house.” For some reason I didn’t believe him. I didn’t feel safe here. He scared me but I was intrigued by him at the same time. I mean for a maniac he wasn’t to bad looking.

“Okay Mr. J. I’m sorry.” I decided to just go along with what he had said, I mean it could be fun to just make the time worth it while I still could.

“Don’t be, just don’t go trying to do anything dumb or I’ll have to punish you Y/N.” He let’s go of my face and goes back to eating.

“Mr. J, how do you know my name?” I was confused for I have never said my name in front of him.

“The same way I knew that you were Jake’s fiancé. I have to know all of my clients weaknesses, that’s how I get my business done.” He didn’t look at me once to tell me that. It did bother me a bit but at the same time I can understand where he is coming from. I went back to finishing my food and we sat there in silence.

J had been done for a while by the time I had finished. The second I took my last bite he called for Brooke to come grab our plates. I looked at him trying to decide if he was a kind maniac or just a confusing one, I went with confusing. I can’t understand why he would take me and then treat me like a princess.

I didn’t realize I was still staring at him until he said, “I can’t take that look anymore.” Before I had time to even process what he had just said our lips were locked, his tongue now exploring my mouth. As he picks me up I can feel his mouth tighten up, it was probably from the pain in his shoulder. He takes me up stairs, throwing me down onto the bed and sliding my pants off of me. I lift the top half of my body up by resting on my elbows.

“Do you want daddy?” He asks while sliding his fingers into me. I let out a small grunt while my head falls back.

“Yes daddy.” I say, having a tremble in my voice. His fingers start to move back and forth faster as he leans down and kisses me again. I unbutton his shirt and he quickly takes it off of him self, sliding his fingers back into me. I can feel my self start to climax and I tighten, he pulls out and flips me over so that I’m on my hands and knees now. I feel his bare chest lean onto my back as he whispers into my ear, “Tell daddy what you want baby girl.”

I tilt my head towards his, biting his ear, slowly pulling down while my mouth stayed wrapped around his lobe. “Fuck me daddy.”I whisper. I feel him stand back up straight, grabbing a hold of my hair as he slides himself into me. With every stroke he would pull my hair a bit harder, while his other hand wrapped around my hip pressing his thumb into my back. I can feel myself start to climax again, he could feel it to.

“Wait baby.” Telling me to hold my orgasm in. The harder I tried to hold it in the quicker it happened. “Now.” Just him saying that threw both of us over the edge. The feeling was sensational. We both fall onto the bed, breathing heavily. I pull the sheets up over myself, getting up close to him while resting my hand on his chest. I look up at him and he is looking down at me, I smile as he kisses me on the forehead.

“How?” I ask while looking up into his eyes.

“How what?” He looks down at me confused by what I’m asking.

“How can I be attracted to the man that killed my fiancé?” He looks at me shocked and quickly gets out of bed, standing over me in just his boxers. I sit up and lean against the head board as I can see his anger build up in him.

“Don’t ask me anything about him ever again, do I make myself clear?” He scolds down at me, seeing that I was afraid.

“I just asked a simple question, why do you get so mad so easily?” I didn’t want to coward down to him. He slaps me across the face again, this time with his right hand. It was harder this time and his ring cut my cheek. I can tell that it hurt him too, so I just rolled over and lay facing the window. I hear him storm out of the room and slam the door shut. ‘Where does he always go when he just storms out?’ I started to get mad and was going to figure it out for myself. I quickly stand up and wrap the sheets around myself. I walk over to the door, yanking it open and he is standing there.

He walks towards me as I start to back up getting seated on the edge of the bed. He pulls his hand up and rests a wet wash cloth on my cut, cleaning it off. My anger dies and I get even more confused. ‘Why does he do this? Why does he flip and then get kind for a brief moment?’ Once he pulls the cloth away from my face he sticks a band aid across the open wound. He goes and lays down, patting the bed for me to come up and join him. I wiggle my way up, wrapping myself back around him.

He looks down at me saying, “Just don’t talk about it, it’s a trigger.”

It started with invisibility. I felt it from before I can remember, probably as a child. My masculinity was always kind of a joke; a smirk from an extended relative or a murmured “she’ll grow out of it” in the background. Something that was inappropriate to be shared outside of our immediate family. I vividly remember the time my godmother gifted me soaps and candles for my birthday as a joke, laughing about it over the kitchen bench whilst knowing full well that I’d rather a soccer ball or a sports tee. I was squeezed into dresses and floral headbands so as not to be an embarrassment at family weddings (resistance I no longer receive today when I rock up in a suit!). My
family dealt with it appropriately for the understanding of the time, I was a tomboy, encouraged to be myself in my own time, but on anyone elses watch, I was to look and behave like a lady.

As a teenager this had weird implications for my presentation. In hindsight I ended up awkward, being feminine just didn’t come naturally, and it showed. There was an overlay of performed femininity, onto what I now know and feel as female masculinity.

My love of skateboarding made me the only female in a lot of situations so despite the fact that I wasn’t the kind of girl that most boys looked at twice, occasionally one would come along and stick around. When I did get hit on, I struggled to take it seriously, and assumed they were in it to have a story to tell their mates. Being entirely uninterested in them, in sex and the whole thing, I would end up dating them only as a means of being deemed socially acceptable. Or as a means of proving to myself my self worth or level of attractiveness. It’s a trait that to this day I sometimes find myself revisiting, where I get confused - am I interested in them? Or am I interested because they are interested in me? Even though I can now make decisions based on my personal desire, it still gets clouded by the shadow of not feeling wanted, but needing to fit in, and trying to satisfy everyone else. What interrupted this discourse was being desired for my own masculinity, not despite of it. Throughout this whole time I had been ashamed of a part of me I didn’t even know existed. And shame is hard to shake.

—  Esther Godoy, Butch is Not a Dirty Word
Some Ring of a Lovebird

Anon asked:

Hello there can I get a Carl imagine where Carl proposes to the reader and says he wants a family? (This is a few years later) thx!

Anon asked:
Can you write a smut of carl and the reader?

Some ring of a lovebird

The humid morning sun burns up against my skin, the start of summer hovering over Alexandria’s safe grounds. My eyes feel groggily, still sticking stuck upon my lids by my sleep I just had. And what I seem to not have woken up from yet. I thought my night’s sleep was prevented by the sudden climate change, from day to day the weather seemed to get from snow to burning sun, but I knew my conceptions were certainly wrong. It’s 7 in the morning and once again I am sat on the porch of our home, alone with crossed legs and a half bitten toast laid next to me waiting for ants to snack on.

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Someone talk to me about how Dex and Nursey’s different upbringings will inevitably clash?

Like, Dex who comes from a family penny pinchers who clipped coupons like it was a sport. Dex, who’s worn hand-me-down clothes all his life, shops at secondhand stores, thinks a piece of clothing over $20 is expensive, never thrown out leftover food, and always buys the cheaper store brands.

Nursey, on the other hand, has always had an allowance that’s never run out, got a brand new vehicle for his sixteenth birthday, can afford to shop at higher end stores in the mall, gets a new phone/computer every year or so, and goes to Europe or Jamaica, or wherever every summer.

Someone talk to me about how they can never agree on money and gifts, but somehow, they find a way to compromise because they love each other and that’s always more important than any argument about money.

Make You Scream (Gally Imagine #16)

Prompt: You fake an orgasm with Gally and he gets mad

A/N: This is seriously the dirtiest imagine I have written yet and I don’t even know.. I hope you guys enjoy because was a totally new experience for me! Love you guys and enjoy!

Your P.O.V:

You and Gally had been dating for about 5 months now and it was amazing. You were probably the happiest you’ve been ever since you got sent up the Glade and you knew Gally was happy too. He treated you like a princess and had the upmost respect for you. There were days were you couldn’t help but think how lucky you had gotten. Gally was one of the most attractive guys in the Glade. Also, the sex was pretty damn good too. Gally loved to please you and take his time, but tonight you were exhausted.

“You like that, princess?” he grunted, slamming into you. “Yes Gally, harder!” you moaned out. You felt for bad for lying but you just wanted to get some shucking sleep. Gally always made sure you came first and right now you weren’t anywhere near the finish line. “Oh Gally, I think I’m coming!” you screamed, trying to clench your walls to make it seem like you had really climaxed. Gally started to pick up the pace and before you knew it, he to had reached his orgasm. He rolled over to the side of you, trying not to crush you under his weight. “That was great babe.” he murmured, obviously out of breath. Instead of responding all you could do was nod your head tiredly before sleep overcame you.

Gally’s P.O.V:

          I loved Y/N with every inch of my being. She was beautiful, smart, kind, and funny, my better half so to speak. For the 5 months that we had been dating everything was perfect. And by perfect, I mean the sex was shucking great. I’d say we had a pretty healthy sex life; having sex almost 5 days a week. And every time, I had made sure she cam first. She was my princess and deserved it. However, this night was different. I could tell by the way she was talking. Normally, she didn’t really speak much. The only sounds coming from her lips were sexy moans and screams. An occasionally expletive here and there followed by my name at most.

          “Yes Gally, harder!” she seemed to force out. That was when I knew something was off. I didn’t think too much into it, as I continued my pace only for her to announce that she was coming. I soon followed and almost immediately she fell asleep. At first I lie there completely confused and a million thoughts ran through my mind. Finally, it hit me; She had faked it! Never had she ever faked an orgasm and my pride was a little hurt. If she didn’t want to have sex that was all she had to say! Soon, my embarrassment turned to anger. I had come up with a plan to get back at her. Tomorrow, she would be wishing that she hadn’t lied to me.

Your P.O.V:

          I woke up the next morning to find myself alone in bed. That’s unusual…  I thought to myself as I started to get up and get ready for the day. Normally Gally was the one who had the most trouble getting out of bed, always grabbing my waist and begging me to cuddle with him for a few minutes longer. Today, however, was not the case. Shrugging it off, I finished getting dressed and headed out towards the fields. Being a track-hoe meant that I had the pleasure of spending my entire day out in the hot sun. Before heading to my station I decided to go say morning to Gally since I didn’t get a chance earlier.

          “Hi Babe!” I greeted him cheerfully, wrapping my arms around his sturdy waist. I felt him tense up a bit, before turning to greet me as well. “Hey” he stated simply, before heading over to Ben. He looked upset for some reason…  Deciding not to push the subject I heading towards Newt and the other gardeners. “Someone looks like he’s in a bad mood.” Newt stated simply, coming to my side to help pull some weeds. “Yea, I think he just didn’t sleep too well last night,” I replied looking over to were Gally now stood. He was currently chopping up wood and I could see the sweat dripping down his back. He must’ve felt me staring because he turned around, making eye contact with me. A small smirk suddenly appeared on his face and he slowly began to take his shirt off.

          The sun was hitting him perfectly, showing off his toned arms and chiseled chest. Then, he winked at me. My jaw instantly dropped and before I could react any more he turned back around and went back to chopping wood. “Cat got your tongue, Love?” Newt chuckled, snapping me out of my thoughts. He caught me staring too. The rest of the day continued and I kept stealing little glances at my boyfriend. Every time we made eye contact he would either lick his lips or wink at me. He knew licking his lips turned me on tremendously and here he was doing it while everyone was around! Lunchtime finally rolled around and I could already feel myself starting to get aroused.

          I grabbed a tray of food and headed to my usual table, sitting next to Gally. Sitting on the other side of me was Ben and directly across from us sat Minho, Newt, and Thomas. I greeted the other boys warmly when suddenly I felt a hand on my thigh. Looking over I could see Gally was smirking, and his hand slowly made its way towards the hem of my shorts. His fingers danced their way towards the bottom of my shorts, tickling the soft skin before giving my thigh a tight squeeze. My eyes went wide and I tried my best to cover up the moan I wanted so desperately to release. Instead, I started to cough. Gally’s hand flew away from my thigh and he looked at me with concern; “Everything all right, princess”? My face went bright red and all I could do was glare at Gally. “Yea, Y/N. Your face is bright red. You don’t look good at all. Why don’t you go lie down for alittle?” Newt suggested. “Yea babe, you look terrible,” Gally agree. Through gritted teeth I accepted their offer and got up from the table. As I turned to walk away I couldn’t help but let out a squeal as I felt Gally pinch my ass. “What the shuck was that?!” Minho asked, completely oblivious to what had happened. I didn’t even respond, instead I practically sprinted to my private hut hearing Gally’s loud laughter behind me.

          Once I was safely inside my room, I flopped myself down on my bed completely frustrated. I was extremely turned on right now and Gally knew it, yet he still kept teasing me! Letting out a cry of frustration I decided to take matters into my hands, since Gally was NOT helping. The door to my hut didn’t lock, but I knew that the rest of the boys would still be working so I figured that I’d be in the clear. Turning around to lie on my back, I slowly started to peel off my shorts; the cool air making me shudder as it came in contact with my now soaked panties. Once my shorts were discarded I moved my shaking hands towards my still covered breast, making sure to focus on my erect nipples.

          “Mmmmm, Gally…” I moaned out, arching my back. “You called, princess?” I husky voice asked, making me shoot upright. There stood the man who had done this to me; the man who was turning me into a mess of hormones. “You know I don’t like it when you play with yourself with out me, baby” he whispered, making his way towards me. “Gally! What the shuck-“ I started to yell but was cut off by him pulling me into a hard kiss. My arms immediately wrapped around his neck as he lowered himself onto the bed, now straddling my hips. I could feel his length pushing against my core through his jeans. My hips involuntarily bucking, loving the friction it caused.

          Instead of meeting my thrusts, he pulled back chuckling softly. I couldn’t help but whimper at the loss of contact. “What’s wrong, Y/N?” he asked with a knowing smile. “Gally, I want you!” I begged like a small child. I started to get on my forearms to look at him better but was stopped when I felt his hand come and cup my dripping center. “Damn baby, you’re already so wet. Who did this to you?” he asked, slowly starting to rub my through my panties. Bucking my hips, I let out a throaty moan. “You Gal, you made me this wet!” I panted out. I could feel myself start to reach my peak when he suddenly pulled his hand away. “How do I know you’re telling the truth Y/N?” he spat out, anger etched on his beautiful face. He leaned down so that now both his hands rested on the sides of my head, trapping me under his body. “I know you faked it last night. I was really hurt, you know. But now, I’m going to make sure that you come so hard there’s no way in hell you can fake it!” he growled into my ear. I was going to apologize but he smashed his lips to mine, his one hand making its way to my left breast. He squeezed it hard which me yelp into his mouth. I could feel smirk against my lips before he pulled away. He started to peel off his shirt, which was still covered in sweat. It slowly peeled off his chest and I bit back a moan.

          “Take. Your. Shirt. Off. Now.” He demanded, his fingers playing with tops of my panties. It took me a few seconds to comprehend what he said before sitting up and peeling the shirt from my chest. It was Gally’s turn to let out a moan as I revealed my naked breast to him. His hands went to my chest and he roughly started to massage my breast. I could feel myself getting even more wet if that was possible. “Gally…” I moaned out, his fingers now playing with hard nipples. “What was that, princess?” he asked gruffly now moving his hands to the hem of my panties. He slowly began to peel away the thin material, “God baby, you’re dripping”. I was too lost in the moment to even think of being embarrassed. Gally then slammed two fingers into me as I let out a high-pitched scream. His fingers seemed to move at an impossible speed and I could feel myself starting to unravel. Before I could reach my peak Gally pulled his fingers out of me. “Fuck Gal!” I yelled, feeling empty. Every nerve on my body was alive and I needed him inside me now.

          “Gally, fuck me!” I practically begged. He leaned in and gave me a rough kiss, biting on my lower lip before pulling back. “I’m going to fuck you, Princess. I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll wish you never faked one in the first place” he growled in my ear before sucking on my earlobe. Leaning into his touch I let out a loud gasp as Gally finally entered me. I had no time to adjust as he bagan to pump into me with almost super like speed. The bed was shaking so much that I was sure it was going to break. Taking my leg, he put it over his shoulder, now being able to fuck me deeper. This new position gave him access to my G-spot and I knew I was close. Tears started to form in my eyes, and I let out one last scream as I was overcome with the most powerful orgasm of my life.

          My vision went white and my entire shook, like I was having a seizure. Gally continued to ram into me at a rapid pace so he too could release. This only prolonged my orgasm and the last thing I remember was Gally groaning out my name as he came.

          I woke up to find myself lying next to someone else. Their arms were wrapped around me and we were naked. A mild pain came from my core and suddenly I remember what had occurred earlier. Gally had fucked me so hard that I passed out. “I don’t normally make assumptions babe, but I’m pretty there was nothing fake about that orgasm of yours” Gally whispered in my ear, making me chuckle. “Shut up, Gal” I chuckled, elbowing him before turning around to face him. He gave me a kiss, this time slow and passionate. “I hope I didn’t hurt you” he suddenly said, face falling. Shaking my head I lent in for one last kiss, “It was amazing Gally. I love you,” I said. He looked at me before smiling. “Love you too, Princess” he replied, pulling me in closer. “Lets get some rest?” he suggested, closing his eyes. I didn’t even respond as sleep overcame me once again.

          “I think Gally might’ve killed her!” Newt exclaimed with a loud laugh. “Yea man, I’d hate to think what would happen if I lied to him…” Minho replied, walking back towards the homestead.

Werewolf!Namjoon

And now onto our leader, my lowkey spirit animal that I feel like is a lot of people’s spirit animal, Kim Namjoon aka Rap Monster aka Joonie

  • Part two is here, werewolf!joon as a father is here
  • He would be a very calm werewolf
  • He’s the type to have never lost control bc he’s pretty open about his emotions
  • He often goes to the older members to talk about things, anything that upsets him
  • They let him talk for as long as he needs, especially Yoongi since he knows what it’s like to have all of it boil up and snap
  • While he does have his serious moments, the maknae line drags the pup kid out of him again
  • They get him to play wrestle and roll around in the grass with them and they normally spend their time bothering him
  • “Hey hyung look what I can do!!”
  • “No no look aT ME !!!”
  • He’s more of a strength wolf than a speedy one
  • While Yoongi and Hobi are smaller and more compact and ready to sprint at any second, Namjoon’s legs are a bit longer, built more for being able to hold an opponent down rather than chase him
  • In the pack, he’s in the very front, leading everyone as their Alpha
  • Werewolf!Namjoon is a patient, calm wolf but can still be turned into a pup with the right button pushing