or maybe i should watch something

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Welcome back. So glad you’re still listening. Are you having fun? You must be wondering who’s next, and why. Is it you? What did you do? How did you end up on these tapes? Maybe you did something cruel. Or maybe you just watched it happen. Maybe you didn’t even realize you were being cruel. Maybe you didn’t do anything at all. And maybe you should have. Too late. I think you know exactly what you did. And after these tapes, you’ll never forget it. I know I won’t.
13 Reasons Why: Tape 1, Side B

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Sketching out the son—because I’ve suddenly gone into a teenie, tiny art block, but we’ll see how long it lasts. Drawing Prompto usually helps get me out of that rut, but sometimes he doesn’t…Maybe I need to change the pace a bit—watch some good ol’ anime or something LOL Oh well, hope you like the sketches tho! Might add color to them later!

Writing is Hard, part 6: SEX

Summary: Dean and the reader have sex. Finally. FINALLY.

Read Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 4250ish

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And the quotes are from my own Faking It series, in case anyone was curious. Hope you enjoy! (Sorry, tag list is closed!) XOXO


“You knew he didn’t quite understand why you found it so hot, but Dean had never seen himself leaning over the engine in a tight, sweaty t-shirt, hands and forearms covered in grease as he worked.”

Dean’s outside working on the Impala, and you’re reading fics about just that. Apparently, Dean working on the Impala is the hottest thing to ever grace the fandom (aside from his lips…and his green eyes…and his cocky swagger that is really just hiding adorable and unnecessary insecurity…and Jesus, these people are thorough), and you’re curious. In your actual experience with Dean, working on the Impala is just a nuisance. You have to wait longer to get on the road, Dean takes forever to scrub himself clean afterward, and for the next few hours, everything smells like metal and oil covered up by motel soap. Why do people find that so hot?

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  • Ravenclaw: I haven't written in awhile. I should do that.
  • Ravenclaw: But I don't have any idea what to write.
  • Ravenclaw: Maybe reading will spark an idea.
  • Ravenclaw: *reads a few chapters*
  • Ravenclaw: No, still no ideas. Maybe I'll watch a show and get inspired.
  • Ravenclaw: *watches something on Netflix*
  • Ravenclaw: Still nothing.
  • Ravenclaw: Well at this point I should just go to bed.
  • Ravenclaw: *lays in bed*
  • Ravenclaw: *can't sleep because they suddenly have 101 ideas of things to write about*
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Maybe I should make a video on this… or maybe not… I’ve reached the point ajere I think people don’t even watch my videos anymore.

Is not like I don’t make it clear that I don’t want spoilers like this out there, or that this exact same spoiler was what caused this whole Problem I’m in right now.

It also doesn’t take more than 1 second of using of brain to be like “wait, I am uploading someone else’s work without permission. If I upload this I’m just getting views off something I didn’t do, and that the creator probably wants to keep as a secret”

But NOPE, these dumb donkeys that act like a human do not think about that. AND THEY THINK IS COOL! Like they’re being a hero or some shiz by uploading a video that got deleted!

I haven’t been able to progress in my animtion at all this week, because I feel so uninspired to do anything because of this. Between the copyrighr strike, between the constant re-uploads of a full minute of animtion of my next wpisode without permisions, between my really crapy health condition at the moment (which gets worse and worse out of stress) it just… feels like it defeated me.

Makes me think, if people are clearly not watching my videos that don’t have the word Glitchtale plastered on the title (because if they had they would’ve realised that I don’t want spoilers somewhere) Then … crap man, I’ll be able to keep up woth this job for like another year or two and then what. I’ll probably live under a bridge or something.

I’m sorry I’m ranting ONCE AGAIN about this whole issue, but I have no one to share this with and I feel like if I keep it to myself I’m gonna break down.

But I find this spoilers in a daily basis right now. And I don’t feel like a video will fix it, people just don’t care, or they’ll do it anywaus regardless because they think is funny.

Sadly, Keith doesn’t have any distinct features on his face like Shiro does, so I guess this could also be just a random portrait of… someone. Maybe I should make the background a little red or something. If I knew how to draw armor, I would’ve drawn him in his Paladin armor. >_< 

His rather soft looks and expression are actually intentional, though I hope he doesn’t look too soft (as in girlish soft). I re-watched Voltron and he does have a somewhat soft expression most of the time, something I had not noticed before. And I couldn’t bring myself to draw a mullet, so instead, have a ponytail.

Now I need to learn how to draw the other three. And maybe some Paladin armor.

Milkshakes

Archie Andrews imagine request for anon

You remembered snippets.

You could remember arriving to the party with Archie at your side and you remembered the first shot of that cheap spiced rum that Reggie had at the makeshift bar in his parent’s basement – but besides that all you had were snippets.

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Movie Night

A Bucky Barnes One-Shot

Character Pairing: Bucky Barnes/Reader

Word Count: 2246 (I got a little carried away!)

Warnings: NSFW! 18+. Swearing, smut, fingering, unprotected sex (wrap it up!)

Request: Anon: “Hello there! First I just wanted to tell you that your writing was amazing for the 100 kinks for Bucky! I loved your stories so much and wanted to ask if you were taking requests at all? If you are, can you please write a one shot about Bucky lusting after the reader? Maybe shes an assistant at the compound or something like that. If not, it’s all good, but I think you should write because your amazing at it! Smut if you want!”

A/N: Here your go nonnie! Sorry this took so long and I hope you like it!


You were wearing it again. That damn black pencil skirt that formed perfectly to every curve. The black heels you had on made your legs look fucking fantastic. Bucky knew he should stop staring, but you always caught his attention when you both shared a room together. He watched as you smiled easily at everyone, how you flipped your hair over your shoulder when you would talk and fiddled with the buttons on your shirt when you were lost in thought. He nearly bit back a groan as you bent over the table to pass out the file folders you were holding. The glimpse of white lace underneath your white button down about ended him.

“Buck, you’re being obvious,” Steve said while punching Bucky’s shoulder and sitting down next to him. Bucky looked up to also see Sam shooting him a knowing smile from across the table.

“I don’t know what the hell you are talking about,” he said while trying to focus on anything other than the way that skirt hugged your ass. When you walked behind his chair, he caught a whiff of your perfume and it instantly made his dick hard. Bucky adjusted himself in his jeans and grabbed the file folder in front of him in hopes of getting his brain on the task at hand instead of what you would look like naked underneath him.
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You were walking down the hallway back to your office after the meeting was over. You needed to get inside your personal space. The way Bucky looked at you earlier had left your skin tingling. That man was going to be the death of you. You felt like your brain fizzled out whenever you were near him. His quiet demeanor made it impossible to read him but his stare said enough. You couldn’t decide if you wanted to strangle him or kiss him. Oh, who were you kidding, you wanted to feel those lips on your body.

Right after that thought took root in your head, you turned a corner and slammed right into a solid chest, causing you to drop your papers and folders. You looked up after regaining your balance and were mortified to see Bucky staring down at you, his brow creased. You felt your cheeks grow hot before kneeling to pick up your papers.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Barnes. I wasn’t paying attention,” you said to his feet. You were too embarrassed to look at his face after the thoughts you were having about him. A pair of hands appeared in your line of sight. You were startled by his metal one, he normally had a black glove covering it. He was organizing the folders when you chanced a glance up at him. His hair was falling in his face and the black t-shirt he had on was stretched across his broad shoulders.

“Bucky. Please call me Bucky.” He said while straitening back up. You clutched the files to your chest and stood awkwardly in front of him. You almost jumped out of your skin when he reached out and brushed a piece of your hair away from your face. The shock must have clearly read on your face because he snatched his hand back quick.  

“Well, I’m sorry again, and thank you for helping me.” You moved to walk around him. His metal arm shot out and stilled you by placing his hand on your arm. You looked up at him with confusion.

“Doll, it was an accident, you don’t have to apologize.” He looked down at where his hand was touching you. “Would you like to stick around for movie night tonight? It is Tony’s night to pick so I don’t know if it will be good but…” he let his sentence trail off.

You were so shocked that he was even talking to you that you realized your mouth was hanging open. You closed it and mentally shook yourself out of the dazed state you were in. “Are assistants allowed to join the Avengers at movie night?” You joked. Bucky smiled and you thought for sure your heart was going to stop. God, he was gorgeous.

“I think you passed up the assistant title long ago,” Bucky said while rubbing his thumb on your arm. “You can sit next to me. I’ll even share my blanket with you.”

Wait a minute, was he hitting on you? You were sure if you didn’t distance yourself from him soon, you were going to melt into a puddle on the floor. “Yea, that sounds great Bucky. I’ll see you there.” You gave him a smile before hurrying the rest of the way to your office.

Bucky watched you until you shut the door behind you. He smiled to himself. You were attracted to him just as much as he was to you. This was good to know. After having a talk with Steve earlier, he had decided to make his move. With any luck, you two wouldn’t be watching too much of the movie tonight.

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You were nervous. You had asked Wanda what time to be in the screening room. When you told her that Bucky had invited you, she was shocked but then grinned and winked at you. You smiled to yourself as you looked up at the clock. Fifteen minutes to go. You grabbed your gym bag from underneath your desk and pulled out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. You stepped out of your shoes while unbuttoning your shirt. You pulled it off and bent to take your skirt off. As you were folding the garments, you heard the door click open. Before you could cover yourself, Bucky’s head popped in.

“Hey doll, I thought I would…” Whatever he was saying, died on his lips as he came in and saw you standing there in your bra and panties. You thought he was just going to back out, but he didn’t. He slowly closed the door and leaned back against it. Your face had to be ten shades of red as you were frozen in place. Bucky’s hot stare was setting your skin on fire. He crossed his arms over his chest and licked his lips. Your eyes darted to the floor, but didn’t miss the bulge his cock was making in his sweats.

“Do you want me to leave, doll face?” He asked in a husky voice. You looked back up at him and saw the red color in his cheeks and the way his breathing had changed. Did you want him to leave? You hadn’t had sex in a while and the man standing across from you looked like he was made for sin.

No, you didn’t want him to leave. Instead of voicing your answer, you reached behind you and unclasped your bra. You held the cups to your chest for a second before letting it fall down your arms. Bucky groaned so low that it almost sounded like a growl. He practically stalked over to you. His flesh hand cupped your jaw and his metal arm curled around your waist. The coolness against your hot skin make goosebumps rise.

“Are you sure about this? Because in about ten seconds, I’m not going to be much of a gentleman.” His words made your shiver and wetness to pool between your thighs. The look he was giving you with his lust blown eyes and his breath coming in short pants was making your anxious.

“Bucky yes, I’m sure. Now kiss me.” You said before wrapping your arms around his back and crashing your lips against his. Bucky instantly commanded the kiss. He ran his tongue along the seam of your lips, asking for entrance. You opened them and tangled your tongue with his. It was consuming; teeth clanking, lip biting, sighs and moans. You felt drugged as his metal hand made its way to your ass, grabbing a handful, pressing your body into his. His other hand was buried in the hair at the nape of your neck. Your hands found their way inside the back of his shirt and roamed over the warm muscles. He lifted his lips from yours to trail soft kisses along your cheek and landing on the pulse point below your ear. You leaned your head to the side with a moan. His teeth nipped the tender spot, causing you to gasp and score his back with your fingernails.

“Kitten has claws,” he murmured against your collarbone. Your sigh turned into a moan when you felt his tongue swipe across your nipple. He brought his flesh hand down to flick over your nipple as his tongue and lips continued their torture. This man was turning your bones to jelly. You pulled on his shoulders to bring him back up.

“Too many clothes,” you whispered as you stripped his shirt off. He chuckled at your urgency. You put your hands in the waistband of his pants and pushed them down his legs. His cock sprang free between the two of you and you nearly wept. It was beautiful. Long, thick and dripping precum. Bucky didn’t give you enough time to admire it before he swooped you into his arms. He walked across the room and laid you on the couch. He propped a pillow beneath your head and kneeled between your thighs. He ran his hands down your body before pulling your panties down your legs. After tossing them to the floor, he stopped and stared at you. His eyes took in every detail they could. He settled his hands on your thighs and spread them further apart, his eyes fixed to your pussy.

“God damn doll, look how wet you are,” he said as his thumb trailed through your wetness. You moaned and watched as he brought his thumb to his lips and licked off your essence. You nearly came right then.

“Bucky…” you whimpered. “Please, I need you.” You thrust your hips up at him. He smirked before you felt his finger enter you. He brought his thumb down again, circling your clit while his finger started thrusting in and out of your cunt. You arched your back and let soft moans fall from your lips. Bucky watched every reaction. He was a man enjoying himself. A wicked chuckle left his mouth when he found your g-spot.  You had become a writhing mess as you were nearing orgasm. Bucky added a second finger and gave your clit a pinch, sending you over the edge. Your whole body shook as you nearly screamed out your release.

“That was fucking beautiful baby,” Bucky said, brushing his lips against yours. You nudged your hips against his, coating his cock with your slick. He grunted and reached down to align himself with your entrance. He slowly pushed forward, letting both of you enjoy the feeling. When he was fully seated inside, he stopped to give you a minute to adjust. You felt stretched, almost to the point of pain, but it was amazing.

Bucky was whispering words of encouragement against your lips. How good you felt, how tight you were around his cock, how he wanted to make you feel good. You rolled your hips into his, causing him to inhale sharply. He looked down at you, adjusting his arms on the couch for leverage. You brought one hand up to tangle in his hair, while the other got a good grasp on his ass.

Bucky started a nice and slow rhythm, just enough to make you want more. He placed his lips against your neck and sucked on the tender spot he had found earlier. You gasped and tugged on his hair. He growled into your neck and his thrust getting harder, going deeper. The sound of his skin slapping against yours was intoxicating.

“Oh god… Bucky… you feel so good.” You said, biting his shoulder. His lips met yours again. Your moans began mingling with his groans.  

He pulled his mouth from yours, “Are you going to come on my cock doll?” His thrusts had turned fast and choppy. The angle he was pumping, hit your clit with every drag in and out. Your body began to tense. “Come on, baby. I want to feel you come.” he said, chasing his own release. He reached down and drew rapid circles on your clit. You flew apart, coming with a startled cry. “O-oh fuck baby… shit,” Bucky groaned. He reared back, pulled out and gave his cock a few hard pumps before he spilled himself on your stomach. His face was contorted in pleasure and sweat was dripping from his forehead. It could have been your blissed-out brain, but he was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

While you were waiting on both of your breathing to return to normal, you reached out and rubbed your hands along his thighs, “I’m pretty sure we missed the movie.” He laughed and got up to grab his t-shirt from the floor. He swiped it across your belly, cleaning up his mess. He wiped himself clean before sitting down and pulling you onto his lap.

“Trust me, I would much rather be right here with you, rather than watching some movie Tony picks.” He said brushing the hair off your face. He gave you a gentle kiss, “Wanna go back to my room and have our own movie night?”

BTS Reaction to you having a Hair Pulling Kink

Namjoon: Namjoon would be fucking your from the back when you’d ask to get your hair pulled. You would already have a choking fetish and it would turn Namjoon on badly

“Like this baby?” He asked and pulled your hair back roughly making you moan out in pain and pleasure.


Jungkook: You two would be making out on the couch and he’d be groping, squeezing, and slapping your ass just how you like it. You felt like something was missing so you’d pull away from the kiss and cup his face

“I want you to pull my hair,” you breathlessly say. He’d look at you and shrug.

“Okay.” He’d pull you back into the kiss amd later pull your hair.



Taehyung: You two would be watching a movie and there was a sex scene which showed a girl getting her hair pulled. She seemed to be enjoying herself as he pulled her hair. “U-uh- maybe we should change this-” “we should try that.” Tae would look at you and gulp. “O-okay.” 

(yes I’m aware Tae’s eyes are black in the gif)


 Hoseok: You and Hobi would be playing around, chasing each other and when Hobo reached to grab you, he pulled you hair. He was expecting you to scream but instead you moaned like a pornstar. Hobi would apologise but you would like it and forgive him, but would ask him to do it later


Jimin: You’d be riding Jimin while playing with your hair. Jim would also have this kink too so he’d pleasure his wn filthy needs and pull your hair causing you to groan in a sensual way.

“You like that don’t you,” he grinned. 


Yoongi: Since you and Yoongi would be exploring each other sex life at the moment, you’d be chilling on the couch when out of the blue you’d say the kink. Yoongi would give you a emotionless expression with his cheek on his knuckles.

“Cool,” he shrugged and looked back at the TV, but in his head he was going to use it on you tonight.


Jin: You two would be hangout at his place and he’d be eating bowl of ramen when you two were asking each other sexual questions. “Whats another one of your kinks,” he asked.

“Hair pulling,” you shrugged. He’d look at you and sit the bowl down wiping his lip.

“Mine too, Jagiya-ah,” he whispered, smirking.


Take a Chance

The gifset of Dean giving himself that little pep talk from 7x04 inspired me to write this. Dean x Reader, Dean’s POV. Hope you like :)

For fuck’s sake, Dean, you’ve done this a thousand times. You can charm a woman without even breaking a sweat. Why are you so damn nervous?

Because, dumbass, it’s Y/N. This time it’s not some random bar chick that I’ll probably never lay eyes on again. And I don’t want to mess things up. I don’t want to do something that’ll make everything all awkward.

I just want… I just want to be with her. Whatever that means. And I don’t even know how to say that without making things all fucking weird.

Just tell her the truth. Well, the surface truth. Say you’re bored. Take a chance.

She doesn’t need to know you hate being in a separate room from her, that you miss being around her. That you feel not all there when she’s not around, like a piece is missing. That you’re dying to touch her. Like really touch her.

Okay. Here’s her door. Just heard a noise, so you know she’s awake. So knock already.

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“Like what you see?”(MATURE)

“…but I was thinking, maybe we should-Hello, the earth is calling Y/N. Anyone home?” Justin waved his hands in front of Y/N’s face. She quickly focused her eyes on his face. “Mhm?” she mumbled.

“Where did I lose you?” he asked curiously, wondering what was on her mind. They were discussing which movie they’re going to watch.

“Um, you were saying something about, um, the girl on the train? You said you would like to watch it, since you liked the book so much.” she spoke unsurely, wondering if he even spoke of that. She knows they had that conversation few days ago, but did he mentioned it today, she wasn’t certain.

As a respond he giggled. She joined him, she loved when he would giggle, his eyes would nearly shut, his smile would grow so big and the sound was just like an angel was laughing.

“So I’ve lost you like three days ago. I didn’t even mentioned it today. FYI I was telling you about this new movie “Don’t Breath”, but now I’m very interested what was on your mind.” His smile grew even wider, he looked like he caught her in some kind of embarrassing action, and he actually did, without even knowing. She could feel hotness spreading around her face, she knew she looked as red as a tomato. She buried her face into her palms.

That made Justin giggle even more. “Oh don’t tell me that you were picturing me naked?” he wiggled his eyebrows. He knew it would make her blush even more, and he just couldn’t resist but tease her. “You know, you could’ve just asked, I would even put a show for you.”

She immediately lifted her head up and yelled giggling “NO” her cheeks were dark red. She once again covered her face.

“So you don’t want me to put on a show for you?” Justin placed his left hand over his chest, pretending he’s hurt. “I am deeply offended, Y/N.”

He couldn’t keep a straight face, not around her. She was just so embarrassed, it was the cutest thing ever. He extended his arms to her. “Come”

She shyly moved from her place on the couch and sat onto his lap. She buried her face into crotch of his neck. He chuckled once again, and so did she. “Now will you tell me what you were thinking about, if it wasn’t me naked?”

She took a deep breath. She had some thoughts on this, and how to explain it to him, without him getting hurt. She moved her face from his neck and looked deeply into his eyes. By now, his face wasn’t all giggly and happy anymore, it was rather serious.

“Y/N, what is it? You’re scaring me.” he looked concerned. She placed her hands on his chest and started playing with the shirts fabric.

“No, no, it’s nothing that serious, you don’t have to be worried. I just. Ugh, I don’t know how to say this. You know I’m not good at this things.” His face lightened up a little bit.

“So you where picturing me naked.”

“No I was not.”

“Well then you were picturing us having sex.” Her cheeks went red once again. “So you were. You know you don’t have to picture something like that when I’m right there.” He got closer to her. She knew where this was leading and she had nothing against it, but it was now or never.

She lightly pushed him back down, and he looked at her confused. He wanted to say something but she cut him off.

“Technically, yes I was picturing us naked, but there was more to it.” Her eyes once more focused on her hands rather than his eyes. He could tell that he was very intrigued by now, and he wanted to know more than just that.

“So what was that more?” his voice became lower. He’s words came out like a little growl, which only sent shivers down her spine. He could feel she tensed above him. “Tell me, baby, what was I doing?”

She was always so shy about this kind of things, and she knew she won’t be able to tell him her fantasy, but she can avoid it by a simple question which should clarify everything.

“What kinks do you have?” now for him, that question came out of nowhere and it shocked him. Justin was staring at her, not sure why she was changing the subject.

“Look, you know I suck at dirty talk. Stop giggling, I wasn’t making a dirty joke.” She lightly punched his shoulder. “You’re not helping.”

“Oh come here my embarrassed baby.” He got closer once again and their lips met for a quick peck. Once they separated she started again. “You have to know one thing, by all of this I am not saying that our sex life is bad, at least not for me. It’s amazing but I just feel like something is missing. So I wanna know what gets you off, what do you like.”

He didn’t know what to say, she caught him off-guard. He observed her and she just couldn’t take the silence anymore. “Fine I’ll start. Um, I like rough sex, and by that I mean everything that goes with it, choking, tying up, ass slapping, blindfolding, and usage of toys. I like it when a man knows how to treat a woman, how to be a dominant but at the same time caring and loving.”

He looked at her like she was someone else, he had no idea where that came from. She was always so shy telling him about her sex dream or simple dirty talk during sex, so it shook him up.

He cleaned his throat and shifted in his sat, he was getting hot from her recent confession. “So that’s what you really like, baby girl? Is that what you want me to do?” Justin got closer to her, she could feel her heart beating faster. She bit her lip and simply nodded.

He placed his left hand on her back and twirled her around so she was laying on the couch and he was hovering her. She separated her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He brought his face closer to hers, but never touching hers.

Suddenly he got up from her, she was confused. He offered her his left arm and she took it. He pulled her of the couch. Their faces met once again, but he didn’t make a move. “Since you like being tied up, I can’t fuck the living shit out of you down here where I can’t tie you up to anything.”

He guided her up to their shared room, and with every step was feeling more and more horny. Once they were inside, Justin pushed her against the bedroom door. She gasped from sudden harshness, but it only made her hornier.

“Tonight I don’t want to hear a sound from you, unless I gave you permission. Understood?” Justin growled into her ear. She felt unexpected heat spreading across her body. She nodded, she wasn’t able to answer his question. But he wasn’t pleased with that.

His left hand found her neck and squeezed it, first, lightly, then adding more force. “Understood?” he inquired loudly. “Yes” she mumbled.

“Yes, what?” he repeated after her.

“Yes, daddy.”

He lighten his grip only to lock his lips with hers. She expected it to be a rough and fast kiss, but he wasn’t hurrying anywhere. It annoyed her, she wanted to feel him, and she wanted him to just take her, without any foreplay. But she knew she wasn’t getting that.

His hands were moving up and down her body, but once hers found the back of his head, he jacked the off and held them up, above her head. It only made her moan into the kiss.

He freed her lips and placed kisses all over her chin. She knew what he was doing, and he knew the exact effect he had on her. “Please, Justin.”

All of the sudden he stopped, his grip became tighter. He looked into her eyes, his voice was low and steady. “I don’t recall giving you a permission to speak. Do that one more time and I will stop.” She bit her lip and tried to hold in a moan.

He freed her hands only to rip her shirt off. She wouldn’t be able to describe how hot and weak it made her when he ripped it, she wanted to moan, all frustrated. He took what remained of the shirt in one hand, while he used his other one to guide her to the bed. When her legs hit the end of the bed, he demanded. “Bra off, lay on your back, hands above your head.”

She listened, but she took the chance to tease him as much as he was teasing her. She slowly reached behind her back, she pretended to be struggling with her bra. He clenched his jaw and stepped closer. He didn’t even warn her, he just ripped it off and pushed her onto bed. She crawled to the top of the bed, she obediently laid on her back placing her hands above her head, meeting the coldness of headboard.

Justin seemed pleased, as he got onto bed, placing his knees on either side of her body, slowly making his way up to her, slowly rolling her shirt in his hands. Once he reached her, his crotch was directly in front of her and she couldn’t help but bite her lip.

“You like what you see?” he asked taking her hands in his and wrapping her shirt around her hands. He continued, never stopping to look down at her. “Now, this will have to work today, but next time, baby girl, you’re gonna be properly handcuffed. I promise you that.” He tighten the knot, making sure it was at the same time tight enough, but not way to tight.

He backed away a little bit, he lowered himself, so his face was at the same height as hers. They looked at each other, and Y/N just couldn’t take it anymore. She just wanted to feel his touch, his lips all over her body, his hands working their way up and down her inner thigh, his tongue circling around her clit, and lastly his dick inside of her.

She moved her head up but he was faster and backed away, only a little bit but enough far so she couldn’t reach him. He smirked at her while she let out a sigh. It seemed like he wasn’t hurrying anywhere, but Y/N was just about to explode. “Ugh, please Justin. Stop teasing.” She whined out.

The sound of her voice made Justin back away. He wiggled his left finger “That’s a no-no. What did I say? Speak one more time and I will stop. Do you really want me to stop? No? Then I will have to get those pretty little mouth occupied, won’t I?”

Justin got off the bed, still not hurrying anywhere. He stood on the left side of the bed, slowly undoing his kaki jeans. He used the opportunity to take his shirt off, shoes and Calvin Klein boxers. Y/N’s eyes never let his out of sight, observing every inch of his body, memorizing the little stuff.

“Like what you see?” Justin inquired. As a respond, she let out a loud moan. “Isn’t it funny that, when you have a permission to talk you don’t, but when you don’t, you do? You like being bad? Trust me I can treat you like a bad girl any time you want.” He growled, slowly getting onto bed, taking the same position as before.

He took his dick into his hand and placed it in front of her mouth. “Suck.” But he didn’t need to tell her twice. She took him into her mouth, as much as she could and started sucking onto it. His mouth felt open, as her eyes never left his eyes. “Fuck, just like that.”

She would gladly go slow and tease him, but she wasn’t able to take it slow. She picked her pace, sucking and licking. He grabbed her hair “So you wanna be a bad girl? Then, don’t suck a dick like a good girl.” With those words he pushed her head all the way to his pubic hair. She gaged at the sudden at the feeling of his whole dick in her mouth.

“That’s right take it all.” He roughly pushed her head back and forth, and every time she could feel the tip of his dick hitting the back of her throat. She could feel her drool all over her neck and chest.

“How selfish of me. You’re here all hot and wet, and all I think about is my pleasure.” He pulled out, heavy breathing.

“Are you wet for me? Or are you dripping?” he asked, slowly backing away so he was placed in between her legs. “Well, let’s find out.”

He harshly pressed his right hand on her pussy, rubbing her clit through her panties. She let out a loud moan of relief, finally feeling his touch. “Ohhoho.” He said excitedly. “Someone is dripping wet.”

He pulled her panties off, lowering his head, and without a warning connecting his lips with her clit. Y/N moaned loudly, throwing her head into the pillow and pushing her hips up. Justin placed his hands around her legs, separating them to get into better position.

“So delicious.” He growled against her, which send shiver all over her body. He pushed his two fingers in, making her moan even louder. He picked his pace with his tongue and fingers action, making her lose her mind.

She was feeling herself getting close, and she knew he felt it to, because he suddenly stopped. She whined because of the sudden feeling of emptiness. He got up and in a matter of second pushed himself into him.

The sudden change from his tongue to his dick made her scream his name out loud. He let out a loud grown. “So Fucking. Tight.” He muttered out with every thrust.

With his left hand he placed her left leg onto his shoulder, lightly hovering over her, his right hand found her right nipple, harshly nibbling onto it.

She was close, she could feel her orgasm growing. “I can feel you clenching around my dick. You wanna come? Well not yet.”

With those words he picked up his speed, and it made it even hared for not to cum. She tugged her nails into the fabric of her shirt. She looked up at Justin, her eyes begging him to let her cum. He moved his hand from her nipple to her neck, griping it tightly.

“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum for daddy.” Nothing more was needed to be say. She felt her walls clenching, and within the second she came hard, all around him, tugging her nails now into her skin, screaming his name.  

“Fuck. You look so hot when you cum.” He hissed out, not slowing his pace, while she was still high from her previous longly waited orgasm.

He stopped only to flip her around. “On all fours.” He demanded, and once again thrusted into her. She was feeling sore, but she didn’t mind, it felt so good to feel him inside her, she wished they could stay like this forever.

He tangled his left hand in her hair, tugging it back so he could appreciate her pretty face. His right hand slapped her each ass cheek twice, making her whimper after every slap.

He could feel himself getting close, so he picked his pace. Y/N wasn’t far away, even though she just finished one orgasm. She pushed her ass more up “Fucking hell Y/N, do that again.”

She pushed her ass up as much as she could, feeling satisfied that she could please him like that. “Are you close baby girl? Yeah? Cum with me, cum with your daddy.”

His thrust became sloppier as both of their orgasms hit them, she could feel his hot seed feeling her inside, and she screamed his name loudly. He growled loudly emptying himself into her.

As the rid their orgasm of, Y/N collapsed on the bed, and Justin on top of her, never pulling his dick out of her. She moved her head so she was facing him and she smiled. They were both breathing heavily.

“That was extraordinary.” Was all she could mumble into the pillow.

“Oh I’m not finished with you just yet.”

9

Hannah Baker in every episode: Tape 1, Side B

Welcome back. So glad you’re still listening. Are you having fun? You must be wondering who’s next, and why. Is it you? What did you do? How did you end up on these tapes? Maybe you did something cruel. Or maybe you just watched it happen. Maybe you didn’t even realize you were being cruel. Maybe you didn’t do anything at all. And maybe you should have. Too late. I think you know exactly what you did. And after these tapes, you’ll never forget it.

BTS’s reaction to you dancing with another man:

A/N: Aw, anon, your English is perfect, don’t worry ^ - ^ Thanks for stopping by and leaving a request <3 I’m sorry that this is embarrassingly late, I hope you enjoy it anyway~


Jin: “Why do you have to dance with him?” Jin pouts, as you crouch to lace up your trainers for dance practice.

“It’s only for one stage,” you soothe, standing up and closing the short distance between you and your boyfriend. A chaste peck on his lips has the frown smoothing into a smile.

“I know,” he says, “I just wish it was you and me together.”

Your face falls at this, as your mind seeps with concern. Jin always puts on a brave face for you, but you know there are a lot of feelings he keeps quiet to save you the worry. You worry anyway, of course, because that’s just who you are.

He picks up on your change of mood, and gives your cheeks a poke, forcing the corners of your lips up into a grin. “Hey, none of that,” he says, “If I practice enough maybe it’ll be me dancing with you next time.” To prove it, he takes a step back, and breaks into his famed traffic dance. It never fails to have you spluttering with laughter, and soon you’re joining in, flailing your limbs about in time to your own rhythm.

You collapse against each other, shaking with fits of the giggles. “Oh, boy, I don’t think the world is ready for our traffic dance collab,” you sigh, resting your forehead against Jin’s.

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, “Some day though. Some day.”

You chuckle. “Some day.” One more kiss, then it’s time to leave for practice.

Originally posted by jeonsshi


Yoongi: From his spot by the bar, Yoongi keeps his gaze rooted to you.

When you asked to go clubbing with him, this isn’t exactly what he had expected. In his mind, you had your arms wrapped around each other, floating in your own calm world, amidst the chaos of thumping music and flashing lights.

Yet here he is, sitting alone while you shake your hips, surrounded by a swarm of slobbering guys. The only thing keeping Yoongi calm is the diss track he’s composing in his head for the crowd of fawning men. He should write some of this stuff down - it’s gold.

But then he sees one of the guys getting too close, placing his hand on your waist, then sliding it lower. Oh, there’s no way in f-ck he’s getting away with that!

Without a clear idea of what he’s doing, Yoongi pushes himself away from the bar, ploughing through the swarm of sweaty bodies, and thudding a heavy hand into the man’s chest. “Hey, keep your hands off what doesn’t belong to you,” he snarls.

The man stumbles back, gives Yoongi a once over, and decides it’s not worth it. The crowd oozes away from the area, till you and Yoongi are left, invisible in the corner of the club.

“Um… thanks,” you smile sheepishly, “I had it under control though.”

“I know,” Yoongi says, “I just… couldn’t help myself. Creeps like that make me furious.”

You bite your lip. “Wanna get out of here?”

“Please.”

Originally posted by lethargicmin


Hoseok: Hoseok doesn’t mind. He really doesn’t mind… Well, okay, maybe a little… But it’s hard to watch you (the love of his life) dancing (the second love of his life) with another man. It should be him leading you as you follow the complicated steps, that cute, concentrated look on your face, that he’d just love to kiss away. But instead, it’s Jimin by your side. And seeing his hands on your waist has something sprouting in Hoseok’s heart. A seed of… jealousy? It isn’t a feeling he’s used to – it’s odd and constricting, crushing him from the inside, and forcing the air out of his lungs in a long, loud sigh.

“Hey, honey, what’s wrong?” you sink down beside him on the dance studio floor, cheeks pink from practice.

“Nothing,” Hoseok forces a smile, which you see through with one blink and one shake of your head:

“Come on, you can tell me anything, Hoseok.”

“He’s jealous because you’re dancing with me.” Jimin sends a Cheshire cat grin your way.

Hoseok doesn’t respond, just picks at the laces of his shoes, and then mutters, “You guys should watch your footwork at the beginning of the second verse. It gets a little sloppy. Yours especially Jimin.”

Jimin laughs this off. “Oh, I was just about to pack up for the day… But if you think we need improvement, maybe we should practice for another couple of hours. What do you think, Y/N?”

Hoseok’s ears turn red at Jimin’s teasing. “No, on second thoughts, I think you’ve done enough for one night.” He slides his hand into yours. “Let’s get out of here, what do you say?” A nod from you, accompanied by a kiss on the nose is all he needs to perk up.

Originally posted by asdfghobi


Namjoon: Namjoon has decided to start going to the gym more often. This has nothing to do with the fact that you’re now getting dance lessons from Jimin. It’s just a weird coincidence that he wants to life more weights after hearing you wax lyrical about your dance partner’s body. (“And then Jimin taught me how to do lifts. He’s so strong. Have you seen his arms? Wow.”) It isn’t that Namjoon’s self-conscious, but the thought of you spewing praises over him like you do with Jimin is certainly a good motivation to exercise.

Finally, he’s in a position to say: “Hey babe, check this out,” and show off his arms, in close-fitting tank tops. This is a sure-fire way to keep your eyes trained on him, and no one else.

“Have you been working out?” you ask, eyeing him as he flexes.

“Yep,” he pops the ‘p’, looking pleased with himself.

The frown that clouds your features is not the response he was hoping for. “Is this because of me and Jimin?” you probe, lips thinning into a straight line.

Namjoon’s smile fades away. “Maybe.”

You shake your head sadly. “Baby, you know that no matter what I say about the other members, or any other man for that matter, you’re the only one I’ll want.”

Namjoon did know that. But it’s always nice to hear you say it.

Originally posted by hossiki


Jimin: Seeing you at dance practice with Jungkook had given Jimin an idea.

That’s why, when you come home from work that evening, you’re greeted by a trail of rose petals at the door. A smile curling your lips, you leave your bag in the hall, and follow the scatterings of pink and crimson to the living room where Jimin’s standing in a suit, a flower in one hand.

“What’s all this?” you ask, breath releasing in something between a gasp and a sigh.

“I’m teaching you how to ballroom dance,” he announces, eyes scrunching up as a smile stretches his lips. Crossing the room, he flicks on the stereo, and a few strains of stringed instruments start up. “Ever since I saw you dancing with Jungkook, I couldn’t stop feeling jealous, which is stupid… I know,” he goes on to explain, holding out his hands, which you grab onto, pulling him in until he’s no more than an inch from you, “I decided that teaching you some of the most romantic dances I know would cure me of the green-eyed monster.”

You duck your head, gently bumping your forehead against his chest. “You know you never have to worry about me spending time with other guys.”

“I know. But I worry anyway. Since you’re the most precious thing I have.” These are the last words he murmurs before the music drowns all else out, and you get carried away in a flurry of melodies and the golden sparks in your boyfriend’s eyes.

Originally posted by itschiminie


Taehyung: Seeing you dance with another boy makes Taehyung feel… weird. In the scattered rainbow of disco ball lights he can see your smile growing wide while this guy – who is he, anyway? – spins you around. With those simple gestures, Taehyung’s heart twists and turns - a writhing dragon, growling to break free from his rib cage.

There’s only one thing to do.

He strides towards you, pushing through the crowd until he’s by your side, where he feels at home. Then he does the only thing he knows how to do. Making you smile: his specialty. As the music picks up, he moves along with it, limps flapping, head bobbing.

Catching his movements, you grin, and seeing that he’s made you happy, Taehyung keeps on going, exaggerating his movements, until you’re bent over with laughter, the other guy completely forgotten. Then you take Taehyung’s hand, and begin to sway with him, lighting up a fire inside him. This is how it should be. Only him. Only you. And no one in between.

Originally posted by jitamin


Jungkook: Smile. That’s all Jungkook has to do. Smile as he watches you practice with Hoseok for set rehearsal, allowing his heart be pricked like a pincushion, again and again. Smile as your eyes scrunch up, gracing your dance partner with their warmth. He knows it doesn’t mean anything, and that at the end of the day, when the sun sinks low in the sky, it’ll be you and him going home together, hands intertwined. But waiting for that moment is torturous. Just a few more hours, he reminds himself. Just a few more sets of sixty minutes. He’ll count every one.

You glance his way, as the managers call time-out. Slipping from the group, you run over to him, and satisfy his need with a tight bear hug.

“Hey,” you whisper.

He grins into your shoulder. “Hey.”

You break apart before too many curious eyes dart your way. It’s not a secret that you’re dating, but you’d rather not parade it around in front of everyone. There’ll be plenty of time for all the needed touching, kissing, loving when you’re alone. For now, you give Jungkook’s hand a squeeze that promises: “soon”. Then you’re heading back for another rehearsal.

It’s enough for Jungkook. He’ll keep on smiling till you’re back in his arms again.

Originally posted by jeonbase


(I did not make these gifs!)

Attraction To A Stranger [Jason Todd x Reader]

I got this prompt from a post by @otpprompts​: “Person A sees Person B in the waiting room of an airport and tries to get in touch with them without actually talking, eventually managing to slip a paper with their number in the book Person B was reading. How all of this happens is up to you. Bonus if Person C is the one helping Person A.“

A/N: When you think you write too much for Jason but then remember that’s not possible. (Fem Reader)

________

Jason was sitting, bored as all hell, in the seats outside his gate. Roy sat next to him hat pulled over his face, trying to get a few minutes shut eye. Jason sighed leaning into the back of his seat, just people watching.

He was unamused by anyone until a [h/c] haired girl with the most stunning [e/c] eyes sat in an open chair across from where he was. You had a set of headphones in, completely oblivious to anyone and everyone around you. Observing as you would gaze at the gate and check your watch.

Jason found you absolutely stunning. Every move you made entranced him. Even more amazing when he saw you pull out a book he found to be one of his favorites. Watching as you turn each page eagerly, looking forward to how the plot continues onto the next page.

He just wanted to get up, sit in the seat next to you, and strike up a conversation. But for some reason he just… couldn’t.

So, he just continued to watch.

“Dude you look like a stalker.. Or a crazy boyfriend. One of the two” Roy interrupted Jason’s staring. He shot the archer a glare. “I don’t look like a stalker”

“Kind of do the way you’re staring at the poor girl.” Roy whispered. Making Jason roll his eyes before they landed on the stranger again. “Just go talk to her”

“I.. I just… I don’t know” Jason crossed his arms shrugging. Looking at Roy he saw he had a shit eating smirk, “You’re scared to talk to her” he teased.

“What? No! I’m not scared to talk to her. I just… don’t want to interrupt her book” Jason glanced over looking for an excuse.

“Yeah, whatever you say Jaybird. Then I guess you won’t mind if I went over there and talked to her, maybe asked her out got her number” Roy’s smirk widened as Jason sent another glare. “Fuck you Harper”

“Ah, there it is. The truth comes out. Jason’s nervous to talk to a girl.” Roy shook him by the shoulders, leading Jason to hit his hands away. The movements catching your eye, chuckling upon seeing the exchange before looking down at the page once more.

“She just looked at us by the way” Roy commented, making Jason’s eyes widen and look at you once more. “Just go over there already, aren’t you the one who girls swoon over?”

“Shut up” Jason shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Messing up the white streak. “Well what if you got her to talk to you, pace around her, maybe drop something to catch her attention?” Roy offered up some suggestions. 

“Why do I feel like I’m in middle school with a crush? I’m a grown man I should just walk over there” Jason pinched his nose as if he were getting a headache. 

But he eventually did what Roy said, just trying to get your attention. Tried to drop something by you, and ‘accidentally’ bumped your seat. However, you were to entranced in your book and deafened by your music to notice.

That was until they heard your phone begin to ring, watching as you picked it up from the space at your side. Pulling out your headphones and setting your book on the open space next to you.

“Hey Mom” Jason heard you speak for the first time and was even more attracted to you. “No, I’m just sitting at my gate. There’s still some time before boarding.” you continued to talk on the phone. 

“Now’s your chance, slip your number in her book. She’s facing away from it.” Roy was indeed right, you had your attention turned to a window opposite the direction of your book.

Jason nodded, scribbling down his number on a piece of paper with a small note. Carefully he strode over, staying out of your vision. Sticking the paper on the page your bookmark was and backtracked to his seat.

Leaning against the armrest, waiting for you to find it. As you continued to talk he ended up pulling out a book of his own, phone stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket. 


“Alright Mom. Yes I’ll be careful. I love you too. Bye.” Hanging up the phone with your ever worrying mother. You grew up in Gotham, of course you can handle yourself elsewhere. Chuckling you picked up your book, opening it to the marked page.

Though when opening the book a small folded sheet of paper fell into your lap. Confused, you unfolded it reading the contents.

‘Hey, so I’ve been trying to get your attention but it seems you like that book about as much as I did when I first read it. I’m across from you if you’re up for a date some time.

###-###-####’

You looked up from the note to see two men. One with red hair that was scrolling through his phone and the other with black hair and a white streak through it. Both were rather attractive but the one with the black hair was just gorgeous in your eyes.

Hoping for the best you typed in the number and sent a message. 


Jason felt the phone buzz in his pocket and dug it out. Clicking the screen it lit up to reveal a message from an unknown number. Not noticing the smile grow on your face as you watched the screen.

“That’s one way to give a girl your number. But a name might be nice to know first deary.. -_^

Jason looked up at you with a dumbfounded look, you covered your mouth giggling before removing it and waving at him. He grinned before beginning to tap the screen.

“Jason Todd. Your turn doll”

Chuckling at the nickname you answered quicky.

“[F/n] [L/n]”

Looking up you saw his buddy looking over his shoulder before he smirked and stole the phone, swiftly typing on the screen.

Reading the message you let out an audible laugh, muffling it with your hand.

“About time he got to talking to you. But how about instead of this texting shit, you sit with us on the flight. Get to know Jaybird audibly.”

After you stopped laughing you responded.

“It’d be my pleasure. I’d love to talk to ‘Jaybird’” 

Jason visibly blushed at the use of his nickname Roy had for him, even if it was only through text.

Though one thing he was looking forward to was hearing you talk to him with the same smile you had been talking on the phone with earlier. Little did he know about how this would be the start to something he’d forever treasure.

“Cry Followup”, or “See A Doctor! The Musical”

I got sad. A doctor recommended that I go off my anxiety meds because they might be interfering with a bunch of other health issues. I did. It wasn’t good.

I tapered off for months and dealt with the withdrawal symptoms. When they were gone, I felt ok for a few weeks. Then I was easily irritated and sometimes angry. Then weird feelings started to creep in. I guess it was just dread. Maybe it was weird to just be feeling anything after being numbed on meds for so long. I started crying watching movies sometimes or thinking about whatever the fuck. I started getting really sad. Eventually I would cry everyday, sometimes for multiple sessions. It’s strange to think back on that now that I’m safely numbed to fuck again.

My grandfather had died about 8 months earlier and I thought I had emotionally exhausted that, but now it was back and I dwelt on it constantly. I thought of dying with an urgency that I couldn’t distract myself from. I thought of everyone I knew dying. It felt like time was an illusion and it wouldn’t be long until I’m standing beside their open coffins, reflecting on how quickly time had passed and now they’re gone and I’d wasted time not spending more time with them.

Most days I’d just wake up and lie there for hours. I’d try to look at things on my phone to try to distract myself. Snapchat was fun for that. Christ, so was Miitomo. I wouldn’t get any work done. It was difficult to focus and overcome the feeling in my gut of being pulled down and the constant present terror feelings of death and knowing this whole experience will be gone some day, but before that, I’ll watch everyone I know leave too. For a long time, I don’t think I really connected that it was my absence of meds that was doing this to me. I thought maybe it was just circumstances and some kind of Holmes-Rahe scale thing where a bunch of life events happening at once were stacking and compounding my depression feelings. There was no way to win against it and this kind of thing encourages you to not to the things that will typically pull you out of a depression. It makes you want to seclude yourself more and work on further diminishing your self-worth mentally. Instead of seeing friends or doing activities you enjoy, you convince yourself that you’re a burden to them, they don’t really want to see you anyway, and that something bad is going to happen if you go out and do anything. For so many fucking days I just laid there. That makes your depression even worse; your lack of productivity frustrates you and makes you hate yourself. All that wasted time boils your living asshole. It’s a paralysis and you don’t know why you can’t break out of it. You can’t just go into the other room and sit at your computer and do your work. Brains are incredible. Just a bit of absence from a certain chemical changes everything. Of course, you tell yourself things like this, that it’s not really you and that it’s just a biological ineptitude temporarily and that everything will be fine soon enough, but that doesn’t help at all.

That’s the other thing: you don’t feel like this will ever end. This is who you are now. A fucking shrivelled terrified cryhole. I did feel terror quite a few times during all this. It usually gets you when you wake up or try to go to sleep. Everything is still and You are going to fucking die someday, sooner than you think and You have wasted every moment of your life so far blast in your mind and your heart pounds, you can barely breathe, and you might even suddenly groan as panic waves hit your brain in an instant. There’s a terror in knowing there’s no relief from this; that all of these things are true and for some reason you believed the illusion your whole life and weren’t always in the perfect terror about it that you are now. Still, you beg for that trick to come back, to be able to put this mindset away and believe in the stupid shit we tell ourselves just to keep existing in some kind of calm. All these thoughts keep assaulting you with some kind of biological urgency, like you need to figure this problem out immediately or you die. This is what being on chemicals to help your brain for years and then suddenly going off them is like. Your body doesn’t know what the fuck. It’s weird to not give a shit about any of this and then suddenly imperatively have to give a shit about it and be unable to escape it. Even now when I’m in the clear, I still feel its background noise. Maybe I always will from now on. This whole thing has been a Paul on the road to Damascus type ordeal.

I fucking cried watching the new X-Files episodes, my dude. Probably during each one. That’s what it was fucking like. Imagine being in your late ass twenties and something in the X-Files makes you cry because you think of a squandered opportunity, or what you should or shouldn’t have done as a kid, or wishing you had put more effort into certain relationships with family or friends. It just finds anything to grab onto and get you with. You just have a dragging feeling constantly present and looking for things to attach to and convince you you’re sad about. Frankly, it’s fucking annoying. I cried one time because a nintendo phone app was enthusiastic about sharing my character’s picture with others. Just the fact that someone would have an interest in who I am and treat me like a normal person and want to share something about me with other terrible avatars made me cry as I was playing this thing and trying to take a shit. It made me think about my own self-worth and how long I thought there was no reason anyone should give a fuck. Cripe, one time I was almost screaming crying about my best friend who died when we were 11. It was like a fresh wound again and I was lying facedown on my bed wailing like an asshole. Depression can fuck with you.

So, this got pretty bad and I decided I had to see my GP about it. This can become a battle in itself, because past a certain point, you are convinced you aren’t worth the effort and that you’re a burden to have to deal with, and someone else could use that time to see the doctor instead. It gives you any reason to turn yourself down. I cried right away talking to my doctor. All this is really weird to reflect on; I was an entirely different person then. It was like a frantic sadness, an inability to just hold your shit together for even a few minutes. The impending terror was really pressing; a constant urgent anxiety that something bad is going to happen really soon, or that I’m about to get a call that someone I know just died. The doctor recommended seeing a therapist and going back on meds. Now I remember that the reason I finally did something was because my neighbour’s son killed himself. Fuck, that really bothered me. Hearing about any death at all was bad enough, but I think that week I was reading about Edgar Allan Poe’s death and then Vincent Van Gogh’s, and I just got really fixated on vividly imagining their final moments. I think there were others, too. See? Just a stupid thing to waste your time on but in the moment, you think this will help for some reason. Maybe the gravity of that kind of thing hooks you and you can’t help but look into it. So when my neighbour’s son also committed suicide, that was a pretty strong blow. I hadn’t even talked to the guy in over ten years, but I couldn’t help but fixate on having seen his father maybe 3 days prior as he joked in my mom’s backyard and borrowed a ladder. Now his life was ruined and the son he struggled to try to get mental help his whole life had killed himself. He was only 37 and he had a son. I think I spent a few days of weeping out my stupid ass over this, then made the decision to see my doctor.

I started seeing my therapist and cried within 6 minutes of entering his office. I wish I went to see a talk doctor when I was recommended it as a teenager. It’s good shit. Beyond that, I started seeing my friends again. Before this, I think 2 years had passed between us spending time together. I had talked myself into feeling like they were better off without me anyway and had their own real friends and lives that I didn’t have anything to do with. I started to exercise and even just take walks around the block. Sometimes, if I was just lying awake staring at the ceiling, I’d get up and go for a run. I started being able to work on videos again and looked forward to it. Thinking back on it now, I realize I kept streaming during the whole time. That would become the only thing I’d do or look forward to for most of this stretch. SO THANKS IF YOU LOOKED AT MY TERRIBLE STREAMS DURING THIS ERA I WAS QUITE WOUNDED AND I’M HOPEFUL THAT I WASN’T TREMENDOUSLY OBVIOUS ABOUT THIS, YOU HELPED KEEP ME STABLE WATCHING ME PLAY WITH CHILDREN’S TOYS. Beyond this, I’d just sleep until the afternoon and try to find a way to kill time until the streams started. This is why there were even less videos than usual. I was sad.

So, these things helped pull me out of the shit. A lot of it is self-examination and discovering why you feel this way in the first place. I’ve talked to my therapist about whether or not this whole thing was because of being on meds for so long and then going off them and feeling a withdrawal, or if that’s who I am underneath the medication.  He said that it is probably both, but more that that’s who I am. Fuck. He categorized this as a major depressive episode. It was weird to just hear the words. That is the kind of thing that happens to people in their mid-30s in office jobs who are getting shit on by everything in their lives. I guess it can also make you feel like a diva asshole; that you feel you’re so important that you had to have this major crisis about yourself. Writing this makes me realize how stupid it is to think like this, but that’s the kind of trap you get put into. Anyway, let me emphasize how important it is to see a therapist if you are depressed. Do it. It can change everything. Also talk to a doctor and see if meds are part of your solution. See a doctor. Do not just let it go. This is like if you had cancer and you just wanted to wait it out or hoped it would get better on its own. A lot of people let it go until it’s overwhelming and consumes them completely and just kill themselves to end the pain. Don’t!

I got better. I went on meds and in just a few weeks I made a drastic improvement. Plus the therapy, and plus feeling like I was doing anything with my life again. I hear a lot about hesitation to go on meds because you feel like they may change the foundation of who you ever are. This doesn’t happen. For me, it made me feel more free to be who I felt like I really was. That said, it may numb your emotions if you are a person who typically feels a lot of things. Just talk to a doctor about any concerns you have and don’t let these build up and become reasons you don’t get help for yourself. You are worth it. The doctor isn’t angry to have to deal with you. If it will cost what you can’t afford, don’t let that become an excuse not to do it. Save up or find a way to make it work. Again, it’s like if you couldn’t afford cancer treatments so you just let it kill you instead of finding out how you can make the situation work financially. What you’re dealing with is serious! Do something about it!

I almost forgot to mention that a lot of getting better was having something to look forward to. Knowing I’d see my friends and we’d have a good time was part of it. Another was spending all of my fucking money to go to as many conventions as I could. They were something I enjoyed in the past but didn’t bother with much anymore, so I decided to get back into them. It was the best choice. Thanks for coming to drink a lot of beers and talk shit if I saw you at a PAX or TwitchCon or Magfest! They were sincerely some of the best times of my life. Knowing that it wouldn’t be long until I’d be at another convention helped a lot with otherwise feeling complete dread. The power of giving yourself something great to look forward to is really strong! Do it! Find things you like and make time for them. Reward yourself! At one point, I got into a really unbalanced lifestyle and would spend maybe 60 or 70 hours a week editing videos and I burned myself out to shit. All I would think about was the job and let my health and relationships go to shit. You’re not supposed to do that. Give yourself good things and make it a habit. Anyway, PAX East soon, my man.

When I wrote my last crypost, a lot of people responded it it. I was in a daze for the rest of that day as I heard from a mountain of individuals. A lot of you deal with issues like this and a lot of you feel hopeless about it. It’s fucked up! This is your life! You’re entitled to a good one! Doing something about it will take a lot less than you may think, and will help you in a lot more ways and probably faster than you may think. A lot of you also said since that you’ve decided to finally get help. So yeah motherfucker I had a cool cry about your messages several times. What was also helpful was anonymous tumblr questions saying they got help so others could see your experiences and know I’m not just yelling out my dick about this. Thanks! You helped people!

Ok I think I have to cut this short now, it got late and I try not to stay awake until fucking 7 AM these days. I feel like I missed a few of the main points I wanted to make but by now I think you get the point that you can feel like you are going to face total annihilation within the next few moments and still get back to normal in very little time. I almost just wrote “Hopefully talking about my own cringe-ass experience helped you with…” and so forth to end this on a light-hearted self-shitting, but that again is part of the problem. Feeling as if your issues are embarrassing, not worthy, juvenile, or to be written off as not serious is no good. I know we joke about this kind of thing to help deal with it, but don’t feel that way for real. AGAIN, YOU’RE WORTH IT. YOU’RE GOOD! YOU’RE WORTH DOING WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FEEL NOT FUCKED UP! GO! 


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Misdialed Call (Part Four)

Summary: After an overall bad day, you call your best friend to rant and to vent. But when you accidentally misdial, you end up talking to a complete stranger. What you don’t know is that this stranger may not be a stranger at all. He may even be the world’s first superhero.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Words: 938

Previous Part: Part Three

Originally posted by ohevansmycaptain

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necrojade  asked:

On a happy note, what are some of your favorite things about Lance? :3

oh boy 

  • he loves mermaids
  • THE SQUEAL WHEN HE SAYS “MERMAIDS!!!” YOU KNOW THE ONE
  • “i dont need pants. im a mermaid”
  • he’s an amazing sniper and, as an archer, i have a soft spot for long-distance weapons and characters using them
  • he has pretty pretty blue eyes and they’re so expressive
  • sound effects
  • flirts with aliens at any given time, at all, like, me too??????
  • “hasta la later, keith” *dances aggressively*
  • helped pidge find money so she could buy a game she was excited about and also turned into a dolphin-human hybrid to do so. he loves her so much i want to die 
  • related: he’s probably the best older brother i bet he took his younger siblings to the beach and stayed w them all day and played with them and made sand castles and sand mermaids with them
  • literally puts his life in danger regularly to save people ???  the explosion and air vacuum thingie scenes come to mind. god he’s so good
  • that being said he can be kinda selfish (literally manipulated hunk into leaving his lion and coming w him to investigate mermaids just bc he likes mermaids) and i love that about him, i love that he’s not a perfect good boy, i wish the fandom would stop ignoring this tbh tbh
  • the entire scene in s2 where he was talking abt their plan and like, did amazing imitations. shook his butt. dabbed. literally morphed into a strange galra-humanoid thing for the sake of The Drama™
  • “that’s the tagline from like six of my favourite movies” lance is a big nerd confirmed
  • his fucking pickup lines are so funny? they’re so bad they’re good. i’d fall for them lance. i’d fall for them
  • takes the time to explain stuff when keith doesnt understand, like, they could have easily just made him make fun of keith for not getting the “vol” “tron” thing but he instead explains it 
  • also good at diffusing situations and thinking things thru *insert that god i wish that were me meme*
  • *talks fondly about his team and then immediately shits on himself* relatable tbh (but i wish he wouldnt)
  • god, his insecurities are so real they’re palpable. i think a lot of people can see themselves in him bc of them and that’s really cool
  • “is…that a cow” “mmhmmm” 
  • arguably the only paladin with any semblance of fashion sense
  • AND ON THAT NOTE HE’S A MALE CHARACTER WHO’S SHOWN TO LOVE SKINCARE UNABASHEDLY and that’s not something you ever see in media and as a cosmetician IT’S REALLY COOL BECAUSE NOW LITTLE BOYS WILL WATCH THIS AND SAY “hey lance is cool and he takes care of his skin maybe i should too!!!” like YES LANCE THANK YOU FOR DESTROYING TOXIC MASCULINITY 
  • the scene w coran and keith outside his door, when he cuts keith off with the buhububbUHBUHUHGBUHG >A< !!!!!
  • his little “yup” after shiro says the sharpshooter thing
  • HIS ENTIRE RELATIONSHIP W HUNK TBH FRIENDSHIP GOALS he looks at hunk so fondly NEED ME A FREAQUE LIKE THAT
  • *beautifully emerges from a coma to shoot someone, smirks, falls back into a coma beautifully*
  • also flirts w allura to hide the fact that he’s genuinely concerned about their situation that’s a big mood
  • flirts the moment he emerges from a fucking coma
  • flirts. so much. he’s always flirting i love that boy
  • MAMA’S BOY♥
  • when he had a squid on his head and just rolled w it
  • “this castle has gone apples and bananas!”
  • this:

edit: i forgot where i snagged this pic from but it was from one of @planced‘s gifsets :)

i coudl go on but for your sake i will stop

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Klaus x Reader

Requested by Anon


“Are you ready to go?” You asked Hayley who rolled her eyes and grabbed her jacket.

“I don’t see why we’re here.” She pointed out as you walked down the stairs with your sister.

“Because Rebekah is my friend.” You hummed, skipping through the hall to the car where Elijah was sat.

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GREY AREA. (M) | 07

And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so.

And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.

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“You can’t hide what’s in your heart.” - John Coffey, The Green Mile

 Pairing: Yoongi/Reader
  Word Count: 8,444
  Genre/Warnings: Soulmate AU, Angst, 
   PR | 01 | 02 | 03 | 04 | 05 | 06 | 07 08




Taehyung was avoiding you.



It was evident in his behavior since the beginning of last night.



You both usually watched reruns of Friend’s when you arrived home from your last class of the day. But when you had ventured into the living room, after slipping your shoes off and fitting them into their place between Hoseok’s and Taehyung’s, it was met with the sight of Taehyung literally pretending to be asleep.


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