oops this turned out really bad

Twelve Hours

Summary:  The RFA+S wake up before MC.  In my Ideal World.  Not that long after Seven’s After Story.

Pairing:  Saeran x MC/Reader

Genre:  Slice of Life; Fluff

Rating:  M, for a little swearing and a little steaminess.

Word Count:  Approx. 1800

A miracle happened, that day.

Saeran woke up before you did.  That never happened.

To earn a living, your boyfriend did freelance coding and internet security algorithms, and the work usually brought him late into the night.  He had incredibly erratic sleeping hours, either sleeping in late, or taking random naps throughout the day.  More often than not, you ended up going to bed by yourself.  

However, the night before, Saeran had fallen asleep with you.  You had drifted off to sleep in his arms and he hadn’t wanted to disturb you.

It was your phone’s alarm that had awakened him.  It was an annoying, almost whining sound; you had picked it specifically because it irritated you and you would want to turn it off immediately.  Unfortunately, you had set that alarm ages ago; now, you were a little bit too used to the sound.  Abruptly roused, Saeran glared at the phone in question, then looked down at you, still with your head on one of his arms.  You didn’t move; your boyfriend smirked a little to hear you snoring lightly.

He hesitated, then reached over you to your phone, hitting the ‘snooze’ button for you. You always set your alarm too early.  A couple more minutes of rest couldn’t hurt.  Saeran wrapped you more comfortably into his arms, and kissed the top of your head.  

All mine, he thought, resting his chin in your hair.

He knew you had work, that day, but he never liked seeing you leave.

Keep reading

#1: “Give me a chance.”  -Baron Corbin.

Thanks to the anon who requested this! I hope you like it! 

Tagging: @kaitlynwwefan, @panic-angel3314, @earl-01, @nickie-amore, @blondekel77, @reigns420, @littleprincess1621, @m-a-t-91, @luckygillblog, @finnbalorsbabygirl, @unabashedwwesmut, @blackwidow2721, @wrestlingimaginesposts, @wweburnitdown, @thirstiswet, @princesstoniii, @birthday-prinxess, @princess3733, @siren-songx

If anyone would like to be added to the tag list, just let me know! :)

Originally posted by prowrestlingnow

Keep reading


Originally posted by heavidyrtsoul

Pairing: Fem!Reader x Josh Dun

Request: Yes || josh dun teasing the female reader right before they’re going to dinner at Tyler and jennas, and she’s like really horny all night and ends up touching herself in the bathroom and josh finds out and maybe some Daddy kink smut???

Warnings: NSFW || smut, fingering, dirty talk, sexual innuendos, daddy kink.

Masterlist: Here

!!!THIS STARTS IN A HEATED MAKE OUT SESSION/ BEGINNING OF A SMUT SCENE. BE WARNED!!! Also, I’ve noticed that in almost all the smut requests I get now, I’m getting daddy kink requests. You dirty little shits ;) Anyway, I’m total trash for Josh Dun. Also, this turned out incredibly long and I apologize… oops? It kinda sucks, because I got really bad writers block halfway through and redid this like four times but enjoy my loves. xx

Keep reading

anonymous asked:

when i was in 8th grade i started having really bad asthma attacks and my teacher always told me it was just a panic attack and i just had to calm down, until one day i passed out in this guy's arms and she still didn't send me to the nurse, but she sent an email to my mum. (it never really occurred to me to tell her, turns out i have asthma and terrible blood flow and occasionally my heart rate drops really low, like 40 bpm. oops!)

Heck yeah, oops.

So Inconvenient  [ D.G ]

Pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

Request: 51 and 97 with Dick ? Thank! 😊


  • 51: “Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?”
  • 97: “Really? Right now?”

From This Prompts List

Also threw this prompt in!

Word Count: 659

Warnings: Little little bitta blood

A/N: These are generally turning out to be shorter than my usual lol. But this is my last week of school holidays so please do send in your requests because now is the time for me to write the most! This also kinda doesn’t makes sense closer to the end oops. 


“You know,” You mumble, your nose scrunching as you dab at the bloody wound on your boyfriend’s shoulder. “You really should be more careful-if not for yourself then for me. I’m pretty sure this could count as free labour, in its own way.”

Dick just rolls his eyes, a playful smirk playing on his lips. He knew that you didn’t mind patching him up after particularly harmful nights of patrol and he made sure that you knew how grateful he was for that. His face scrunches as he winces, moving so that you have access to the larger part of the gash.

You’re face hovers dangerously close to his as you inspect the part of the wound that causes Dick the most pain. He notices the slight furrow of your eyebrows as you work at it, your nose crinkling and your bottom lip grazing between your teeth. To him, these small things were unbelievably adorable. He resisted the urge to push his lips to yours.

“Jeez, Dick, how did you manage to-”

“Do you want to kiss as bad as I do right now?” He blurts, raising the hand which wasn’t covered in his own blood and brings it to lightly brush against your cheeks, gently caressing your warm skin. His blue eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, oceans of lust and love filling his orbs.

“Really? Right now?” You mumble, blushing as you meet his intense gaze for a brief second. “You’re kinda bleeding, buddy.”

“Thanks for telling me,” Dick scoffs. “I didn’t notice.”

You laugh, tapping his nose with the fresh bandage before you return to tending to his wounds. Neither of you say much else other than the odd joke here and there, Dick’s eyes watching your every move as you almost expertly nursed him.

It was surprising to himself even, how much he loves you. Sure, he was essentially one to embrace relationships with wide arms but he never felt so strongly about anyone. It rendered him weaker than he would like to admit at times and it was almost beyond frustrating how you could make him speechless by simply looking at him.

“It was very rude of you to make me fall in love with you. Inconsiderate really,” Dick grins at you while you begin to pack up. You almost snort at him, rolling your eyes as you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Not what you had in mind?”

“So inconvenient,” Dick would always in his own cheeky way make sure you know that his love towards you did get in the way of the things he thought were his top priorities until you sauntered into his life. Not that he was complaining about you but his patrols had become shorter and he had held back a lot more with training combat when he was out on the streets as Nightwing.

“I’m not sorry.” You toss a wink and a teasing smirk at him before you stand, taking the dirty supplies and his ripped and bloody suit in your arms. He chuckles as you juggle the objects in your grip before you frustratedly throw his suit into the wash pile.

“Neither am I,” Dick mumbles to himself, his smile only growing as you finish cleaning up all the while denying his offers to help.

You return with a cheeky smile on your lips, standing over Dick as he sat on the edge of your shared bed. Throwing your arms around his neck, you lean down and place your forehead against his, tangling your fingers in his dark hair.

Dick smirks, placing a tender hand on the back of your neck and applying gentle pressure to guide your lips down to his. The intimate contact of your lips against his was enough to send your minds into frenzies, your smiles and laughter causing you to pull apart every few seconds before crashing your lips back together after each little giggle that would escape.

About the latest video

So I’ve been rewatching the latest sander sides video to analyze it and try to theorize about what’s gonna happen, and I think I have a new theory. As you can tell by the last video, Patton was pretty clear on implying that his room was not just limited to happy emotions and that there are many different emotions that can take place in there. I think that Patton was trying his best to keep his room on the happy side so Thomas wasn’t sad, but now that Logan ducked out and Virgil seems like he might be about to have a panic attack, I think Patton’s room is going to turn really dark and instead of showing happy memories, bad memories that should be forgotten and cause bad emotions will start appearing. I don’t know if anyone’s said anything similar to this yet. Let me know if you agree/disagree!



I included my very first post and some old art just to show you guys how far I’ve come!!! please tell me you guys can see a difference lmao 👀 may 8th was my first post but its like 12:00 am rn oops!! im slow ;(

I don’t wanna thank any specific blogs and turn this into some friendship call out post or wjtvr but I really do wanna thank the 4 badlydrawn blogs that had actually re-blogged my first ever post! Thank you guys for looking past my drawing mistakes and in general ugliness lmao. I really wouldn’t have bust it wide open if you guys hadn’t reblogged my post :’) 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖

@badlydrawn-narancia@badlydrawnmiki@badlydrawnyuyafungami@badly-drawn-jojo-kitties​ 🍊👽👣🐈 💜 👄

Also thank you to everyone in this community for just being here ya know? Starting out was really weird and some annoying/bad things happened but I’m glad I didn’t let that stuff chase me away because I do have fun with you guys.

Also Iunno why I be using so many dang emojis yo,, but yeah ya’ll are k e w l 👏✨😜 Idk how people see my josuke in comparison to the others but I really hope its because my josuke has the prominent juicy lips 👁💋👁

Stop Drawing That Dick! / Conor Maynard

Request:  prompt list au!!! where conor & reader are neighbors but one of them always parks in front of their house so the other draws a dick on their window w permanent marker, but they get caught!! (i got this from a list of prompts you reblogged btw :) i love your writing!! <33 thank you!)

You locked you front door and turned around to start walking towards the café where you would meet your best friend but an annoyed groan left your lips as you saw the black car parked right in front of your house. For almost two weeks now, the same car had been parking where you usually parked your car and you would have complained but its owner was never around.

You rolled your eyes and walked towards the café the first thing you told your best friend was how the asshole with the black car still parked in front of your house, complaining that you wanted your spot back. She just laughed and shook her head at your annoyance.

Four hours later, when you walked back to your house you saw the car still there, your jaw clenched and you narrowed your eyes at the stupid car, tired of seeing it there. 

You walked inside your house and left your bag somewhere on the floor near the door. Fuming you took the permanent market from the table to the side of the door and walked back out, the cold air hitting your hot face as you walked towards the car.

“Let’s see if you ever park in my spot in front of my house again.” You said, evilly laughing as you took the cap off the marker and started drawing on the car’s window.

“Heyhey!” You heard a boy yell at you and you froze in your place. “Stop drawing that dick!”

You hadn’t seen the owner of the car in two weeks and just now he appeared? Oh, weren’t you lucky?

“Why were you doing that?” You rolled your eyes and spun around.

“Why do you keep-” As soon as your eyes met his blue ones, your anger left your body and your shy side took over. “Why do you keep parking in front of my house?” You finished, your voice softer than before and your eyes no longer looking at his but to the ground.

“It’s the space that’s closest to my new apartment.” He answered. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know that was your parking spot.” He smiled slightly. “I’m Conor, by the way.”

“Y/N.” You waved awkwardly and watched as Conor walked closer to his car. “I’m sorry, too.”

“It had to be permanent marker, as well.” He said but you relaxed when he turned around smiling at you.

“Oops?” You said, lifting your hands up and shrugging. “It comes out with alcohol, I think.” You said and he looked at you again. “I have some, I can bring it here and clean your window,” he smiled and nodded “And maybe you could stay for a cup of coffee? I feel really bad for drawing a dick on your car.”

He laughed. “I was going to go to my brother’s now.” He said.

“Oh, nevermind then.” You internally face palmed yourself.

“But since you’re really cute, I will cancel and stay for a coffee.” You both smiled and walked inside your house.

anonymous asked:

Even last year s/c sat next to each other. This years seating arrangement makes no sense

It is an awkward solution, no?

Last year the plus ones were the bookends for Sam and Cait. A logical seating arrangement given that Sam and Cait are the costars of the show and all. Last year they were next to each other but had been sat very far apart- with room enough for a bus full of portly Jesus’s between them and they had also each been issued a “date”to further remind them that they can’t get too frisky with each other during dinner- no arms around chairs sort of thing or schooching closer to each other etc. a la the Golden Globes dinner- so what could possibly go wrong?

A lot, it seems. Because even with all those precautions taken against any unseemly Sam and Cait “couple-like” interactions there was still that really awkward moment when Cait’s Bafta win was announced-and she turned immediately to Sam. Not Tony. That was bad enough-but then she compounded it by getting out of her chair to go embrace Sam. Not Tony. In the excitement of the moment she completely forgot about Tony. Her “date”. Oops. She did eventually realize her mistake and leaned down to give Tony a peck on the cheek, but only as she departed the table for the podium- so she did eventually recognize him- but it was too little, too late in most folk’s eyes. It was Sam she turned to first.

Looks like maybe whoever is orchestrating this little comedy of errors has decided to take even fewer chances this year and has now put the chaperones solidly between them. A wise strategy from the point of minimizing Sam and Cait interactions- but it does also have the unfortunate side effect of making these two plus one people look like just what they are: chaperones. Not Dates.

Dates would either be sat on the outside as bookends to the coworkers sat together- like last year. Or they would both be on either the right or the left side of their respective companions. These two plus ones sitting together sequestered from the rest of the table by the coworkers sitting as bookends to them makes it look more like:
-they are there to take up space.
-And that they have more in common with each other than they do with the people who brought them here. Or with the rest of the people at the table.
Both of which would make perfect sense if they were both staff, and needed to be there to take up space.

Also interesting is that neither one of these people was apparently needed last night- Sam and Cait seemed to be doing very well alone together. And there, I think, lies the problem!


Got bored and made some bad doodles of my ideas for genderbent greasers, though a couple of them I’m p proud of. Put the names in the captions for each photo in case my handwriting is unreadable, and I figured some of the names didn’t really have to be changed ^^

Tbh I’ll probably draw Jenny again at some point because she’s hella cute


Oops my hand slipped

Last night I filled a page with drawings of Fresh from my Momma CQ fanfic, The Sleepless Wake. I’m so happy with how they turned out~

While these don’t really depict specific moments, they could be considered a little spoilerish, but I figure it’s not bad enough to hide under a cut or anything? I’m worried because I hate spoilers—I’d especially hate to spoil one of my own stories for someone who hasn’t read it yet but wants to.

Regarding my progress on the next chapter:

I’ve written some of it, but I got stuck after deciding one scene just didn’t feel right. I finally got around to reworking it, but I’m not entirely sure how this next part will go, so… Sorry, it’ll probably be quite a while before I finish.

For now, I hope you enjoy these drawings!

@alainaprana in case you want to see. :D

I Love Her (Part One)

Pairing: Eliza Hamilton x Reader
Warning(s): Angst, pining, Modern au, its terrible
Word Count: 1,310

A/N: really i had no idea how alex and burr’s duel transferred to modern times so ignore the last paragraph lmao. for that lovely anon that requested eliza x fem reader fluff with angst (although this turned out more angst with fluff oops). i’m making this a two part series so- yeah,, i hope you like this whoever you might be anon friend!

Eliza Schuyler was your best friend. You wanted her to be happy. She deserved the world. And you were ready to give it to her on a silver platter if she asked. You loved her. More than a friend. But she didn’t feel the same. She loved him. Alexander Hamilton; the workaholic coffee addict that you despised. You never understood what she saw in him. While you only saw him for the recluse that he was, she seemed to look past that and see who he was on the inside. You refused to. Yet, when he was brought up in your conversations, you smiled. Only because Eliza smiled. 

Keep reading

finnydraws  asked:

Can you please do headcanons of Hercules with an s/o who loves to flirt with him in front of his friends

boss’ memo : i like writing for herc,,, i should ask for more requests for him; some time! –oh hey, i think i know the person who made that gif!) hi !!

Originally posted by lafeyettegunsandships

  • he doesn’t mind it at all, actually! ! he’s fine with all pda, save for if it makes you or anyone around too uncomfortable! he thinks it’s really cute of you !!
  • expect him to just kinda rest his hand on his chin as he says things deliberately so you can follow up with a pick-up line (they make him laugh, and it’s okay if you don’t catch on, ‘cause he’s fine just rattling off pick-up lines to you !!)
    • it’ll probably turn into a back and forth with the two of you saying puns and pick-up lines, and pun-k-up lines (and that was a bad pun, oops.)
      • he also likes dropping innuendos !! he’ll end up seeking out this little exchange that the two of you do,, it always sends him into fits of laughter.,,
    • he varies between being really good at knowing when you’re flirting, and being really bad at knowing when you’re flirting,,,
      • (”if you wannabe my lover, you gotta be super blunt,,,” - herc)
      • it’s ‘cause of this that if you flirt with his friends, he stays quiet, ‘cause he trusts you,, if it’s in your nature to be like that? he’s okay with it, he just might be a bit more cuddly than usual,, don’t do it too often, he’s aware of what you’re doing and doesn’t want you to toy with his feelings,, be gentle to him. he seems like a flirt, too, but he’s,,, soft. and he’s got a heart bigger than his body.
  • he’s basically fine with whatever kind of touching you do ? if you smooch him while he’s with his friends, he doesn’t really mind them teasing him if it’s for you,, plus, he knows they wouldn’t do it maliciously !
    • herc just snorts and rolls his eyes when john goes, “well, well, well !! didn’t know you were so weak for them.”
      he will also just go, “yep.”
    • he might joke around, maybe pretend he doesn’t like it–he does. he totally does.

i can’t upload this one to youtube so there you go tumblr, you have the exclusivity (ps: it looks better in hd……)

ship: fallen crow

song: the good the bad and the dirty - panic! at the disco

Its warmer in Cuba

(((Its 11PM, I’m tired and randomly got the urge to write some Klance. Let me tell y’all that I’m writing this as it pops into my mind, I didn’t plan anything.. heh, well enjoy however long this is gonna be. Also I suck at writing so don’t expect this to be close to as legendary as Dirty Laundry or other Klance fics oof)))

(((Edit: this is long af and it’s bad af so that’s your warning. Turns out it’s more pinning Keith than actual Klance oof, maybe I’ll write a part two or something! As for now, it’s like a college au? I didn’t really introduce anyone else but Keith and Lance oops, the title sucks I know whatever. But enjoy I guess?)))

Keep reading

Something New

Request: I don’t know if I’ve already sent this in and I don’t really know if you take requests but while re watching season 4 I really want one with Derek after he looses his wolf powers and reader uses that to their advantage to be dominate in bed and Derek likes it even though he is used to being in charge. Pretty please I’ve read like all of your imagines and I freaking love them all you are incredibly talented!

Author’s Note: Been thinking up some ideas for this one, so I hope it turns out like you want! It got a lot dirtier than I had thought…oops c; Enjoy!

Warnings: So very much smut; language


“Der, it’s going to be okay,” I said softly, rolling on my side to face my boyfriend. He sighed as his eyes stayed fixed on the ceiling. “I know you’ve never had to deal with anything like this before, but being human isn’t really all that bad.”

“I just don’t like feeling helpless,” he said, glancing over at me. I ran my hand over his chest, poking the arm that was propped up behind his pillow.

“That doesn’t look helpless to me,” I replied, my chin propped on his chest as I traced lazy circles over his bulging muscles. Derek managed a tiny smile.

“You know what I mean.” I nodded in understanding and he let another sigh fall from his lips, his eyes closing. I moved up his body and began to place tiny kisses to his neck, my hand traveling from his arm to his chest. “What are you doing?” he murmured playfully. I smiled against his skin and moved to whisper in his ear.

“Trying to cheer you up,” I said, just before taking his earlobe between my teeth and giving it a tug. I heard Derek take in a sharp breath, encouraging me to continue my ministrations. I licked a small stripe over the shell of his ear and then moved down, kissing and biting all over his neck. “You know, I can finally leave a hickey on you that doesn’t heal in five minutes,” I mumbled, sucking a dark mark into the skin at the junction of his neck and shoulder.

“I’ve never had a hickey before,” Derek said, eyes still closed and a grin on his lips. I shifted my position and moved to straddle his hips, resting my hands on his chest. Derek’s green eyes met mine and I smiled, leaning down to place a kiss to his lips. His hands landed on my hips as the kiss deepened, soon turning passionate as our tongues explored each other’s mouths. I felt his hands move up to cup my ass, squeezing it appreciatively and making me giggle. I moved my lips down quickly, nipping at his jawline and earning a gasp and a growl. Derek flipped us over, but I sat up, threw off his tank top, and pushed him back down to the bed, a confused look on his face.

“We are going to do this a little differently,” I smirked, climbing on his waist again. “Without your werewolf strength, I’m a bit more equal to you in bed. That’s why tonight, I’m in charge,” I whispered the last part in his ear, leaning down and running my hands up the underside of his arms and holding his wrists. I found Derek’s mouth again before sitting up. “Think you can handle that?”

“We’ll see how you do,” he smirked. I accepted his challenge and stood up, standing next to the bed. His eyes watched me closely as I pulled my panties down my legs and dangled them on my fingers, deciding to leave my tank top on for now. Then, I leaned over Derek’s body, my lightly covered breasts in his face, and tied his wrists to the headboard. When I pulled away, he looked genuinely intrigued.

“Comfy?” I asked innocently, batting my lashes.

“You really think these can hold me?” he asked, raising a brow. I climbed back on top of him, running my nails down his bare chest and causing him to shiver.

“They better,” I said. “Because only bad boys break out of their bonds. And bad boys get punished.” I accentuated my point by snaking my hand down and gripping Derek’s length through his sweatpants.

“Shit, Y/N,” he breathed, eyes falling closed. I smirked to myself and leaned down, leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses all over Derek’s chest. He was breathing heavily as my hand continued to lightly stroke him through his clothes.

“Now. You’re going to do as I say, right?” I asked, glancing up to see his face. He nodded his head quickly and I dug my nails into his side. “Look at me and speak when you answer.” Derek’s eyes snapped open and found mine.

“Yes,” he breathed. I gave him a smile, shimmying down his body until I was at the top of sweatpants.

“Good.” I kissed all along the line of his waist, tracing his little happy trail with the end of my nose affectionately before removing his sweats. “No underwear? Mmmmm, how scandalous,” I whispered.

“Fuck, Y/N, you’re killing me,” Derek groaned as his head tossed back into the pillows. I smiled and then grabbed his length, pumping my hand a few times before running my tongue along the prominent vein on the underside. Derek gasped and bucked his hips upward. I placed my hands on his hips, shoving them back down.

“Don’t move. Got it?” I asked, looking up at him. 

“Got it,” he breathed, holding my gaze as I flicked my tongue over his tip. He let out a shaky breath at the contact, biting his lip to hold back a moan as I wrapped my lips around him. I took him in little by little, moving my tongue and pumping my hand over the rest of him. Derek was breathing heavily, sweat starting to accumulate on his chest as I bobbed up and down. I hummed with him in my mouth, causing him to buck his hips. Immediately, I stopped, pulling away from him.

“What did I tell you about moving?” I scolded. Derek looked at me, eyes blown with lust and need.

“Said not to,” he mumbled. I nodded.

“That’s right. You didn’t listen, did you?”


“So, you don’t get to cum right now,” I said, climbing off of his body. He shifted uncomfortably, his length still throbbing with desire. I moved up toward his head, planting my legs on either side of his shoulders. Derek smirked up at me. “Maybe you can redeem yourself.”

“I’d love to try,” he said. I chuckled and lowered myself to him, feeling his tongue dart out eagerly and find my clit right away. I let out a tiny moan, running my fingers through his hair. He was lapping at me eagerly, alternating between moving in and out of my entrance and circling my clit. He hummed against me, moving his head from side to side and I gasped, tossing my head back in pleasure. Derek brought me to the brink, his hands straining against my panties. Before I could fall, I moved away from him, panting heavily.

“Since you’ve done such a good job, I’ll give you a reward,” I purred, turning around before situating myself over his mouth again and leaning over his body to give his throbbing erection attention. Derek and I had never tried this position before, but damn we were good at it. Moaning against each other only brought us closer to the edge, our paces quickening as we felt the other getting closer to release. Finally, we were both shaking, moaning messes as we came together, helping the other ride it out. I moved off of Derek and laid across his chest, kissing him lazily.

“I have to admit, you’re doing a pretty fantastic job at being in charge,” he mumbled against my lips. I giggled and then straddled him once more.

“Oh, I’m not done yet,” I said, grabbing his length once again and tugging him a few times until he was hard again before slowly siding myself down on him.

“Fuck, Y/N, you feel so good,” he growled, eyes closed. I bit my lip, moving up and down on him. Derek was beginning to buck up into me carefully. “I wanna touch you, baby, please,” he said, pulling against the restraints. I leaned forward and undid the knot, tossing my panties to the side. Derek immediately sat up, one of his hands throwing off my tank top and coming to splay against my back, the other tangling in my hair as he smashed his lips to mine. We were moving furiously together, matching every thrust and bounce. My nails dug into Derek’s shoulders as he squeezed my breasts and I bit his neck roughly, leaving a nice mark.

“I’m so fucking close,” I panted, tugging on his hair. “Harder, babe, please!” Derek flipped us over and I allowed him to do so, crying out as he slammed into me, completely buried with every thrust. “Oh my god!” I yelled, wrapping my legs around his waist. Derek growled and nuzzled my neck, kissing and biting and licking. He brought a thumb down to rub my swollen clit and that was it. I was screaming, my back arched, falling into ecstasy. Derek’s thrusts were getting sloppier and I leaned up to whisper in his ear. “Come on, babe, cum for me.”

“Fuck!” he grunted, finding his release. We were both covered in sweat, panting, and totally exhausted. Derek rolled next to me, turning to look at my face. “I guess that’s one perk of no werewolf powers.”

“So you liked it then?” I asked, giggling a bit and rolling to face him. Derek pulled me against his chest, placing a kiss to the end of my nose.

“Yeah,” he said, giving me a smile. “You were fucking sexy taking control like that.” I hit his chest playfully before curling into him.

“It was fun trying something new,” I said with a yawn. Derek hummed in agreement. “We should do that more often.”

“Well, I have a few ideas in mind,” he told me, voice gravelly and deep as he moved over me once again.

anonymous asked:

I think this is how you can make a dif between the ones who were here when the times were very rough and the ones who came when everything was ok, moving on but acting like nothing happend is so fucking bullshit. I'll never forget that times when even a gilmpse of Jay bboying was something huge for us to act like everything is cool

True - figuring out who stood by your side when you were at your lowest shows who really cares for you. But personally for me, it’s also how you take a bad situation and turn it into a positive one. You can either forgive the people and move on or try to forget what happened and still move on. Either way, you just gotta move on with your life cos life ain’t stopping lol. 

(i somehow turned this into a reply about me. oops)