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Mercy76Week || DAY 1: “Firsts” || DAY 2: “Support” (part 1) (part 2) (part3)

"For the both of us.” - Meaning Jack only cares to take Angela away the sooner he can because he’s overprotective.

toughwaytolive requested: 'it’s a bit small, said ron quickly ‘not like that room with the muggles, and i’m right underneath the ghoul in the attic; he’s always banging on the pipes and groaning…’ but harry grinning widely, said, 'this is the best house house i’ve ever been in’ ron’s ears went pink. –CoS<< my favorite book and my favorite part, i’d be honored if you redid it with poc harry! this is a really cool prompt; your art’s a amazing; please take your time; have fun and a nice day!!! ouo

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‘  my kink is getting some fuckin sleep.  ’
‘  omg here goes your lil crybaby ass.  ’
‘  the beatles wouldn’t even fucking exist if big time rush hadn’t paved the path for them so shut the fuck up.  ’
‘  don’t start buddy. don’t you dare.  ’
‘  gay rights? true, as a gay, i am always right.  ’
‘  not to vent, but: fuck.  ’
‘  the worst pain is to make small talk with someone you once told everything to.  ’
‘  i think i accidentally break my own heart a lot.  ’
‘  sometimes ‘brb’ stands for ‘be ready bitch’ so you have to be careful.  ’
‘  i want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again.  ’
‘  shout out to the people who are still friends with me even though i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  it’s safe to assume that at any given moment i want to go back to bed.  ’
‘  i’m a big fan of anything that will help me chill the fuck out.  ’
‘  i don’t go through people’s pictures on their phone cause i wasn’t raised in the jungle.  ’
‘  i think we, as a people, just need to have a glass of water.  ’
‘  i don’t have enough black clothes.  ’
‘  sweetie, i could sleep for ten years and i’d still be tired.  ’
‘  i would sleep so much better with your arms wrapped around me.  ’
‘  me??? tired??? sleepy??? yes, constantly.  ’
‘  i’m pb&j – petty, bitter, and jealous.  ’
‘  the fact that sloths aren’t extinct somehow proves that if you go at your own pace and mind your own fucking business you too can succeed.  ’
‘  i wish i could be the person i want to be, but i’m too tired.  ’
‘  i always look sleep deprived. is that hot?  ’
‘  just because there’s always room for improvement doesn’t mean you’ll never be good enough.  ’
‘  my heart is a soft and sensitive mess.  ’
‘  all i want is a big garden and no responsibilities.  ’
‘  honestly someone not liking beyonce is a deal breaker and not for any political reasons, but just like you’re probably, definitely really boring.  ’
‘  hey guys, i’m a huge fan of genuine love and affection.  ’
‘  now i’m falling asleep and she’s calling a crab and he’s having a smoke and she’s kissing the crab.  ’
‘  i’ve been ever since i heard ‘lonely’ by akon at 9 years-old.  ’
‘  my new years resolution is to stop.  ’
‘  i’m irritated cause i’m not lovable in a romantic soulmate way.  ’
‘  i hate knowing that people that ruined parts of me still live and function like nothing ever happened.  ’
‘  i know i’m cute, but you can remind me.  ’
‘  hey, just wondering, but are you fucking kidding me????  ’
‘  i can’t wait to be in love with someone who is also deepfuck in love with me and we love each other forever n’ ever.  ’
‘  me? clingy? yes. please don’t leave me.  ’
‘  girlfriend application compatibility question: do you keep your depression pile on the bed or on the floor?  ’
‘  anything heart shaped is automatically 200% better. this is a fact.  ’
‘  today’s agenda: screaming into the abyss.  ’
‘  going from ‘today is a good day’ to ‘i hate my life’ takes me approximately 2.6 seconds.  ’
‘  everyone needs to wash their face and go to bed.  ’
‘  i’m worth so much more than the ways i’ve been treated.  ’
‘  hey, can i claim you guys as dependents on my taxes?  ’
‘  i really just ignore phone calls. like leave a message. i don’t check those either but like  ’
‘  i honestly just want to pack my bags and go travel the world and see and explore everything possible.  ’
‘  remember being little and thinking dandelions were fun or a pretty color or something and every adult in an 80 mile radius wouldn’t let you say that without screaming IT’S A WEED.  ’
‘  why did we just accept catdog?  ’
‘  my ‘stay in bed all day’ game’s too strong.  ’
‘  you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.  ’
‘  i always forget that i literally don’t owe anyone anything!  ’
‘  i wonder what it feels like to know what the fuck is going on.  ’
‘  honestly… us girls? us women? we always out here, knowin.  ’
‘  would an alien think i’m pretty?  ’
‘  i love boys, but only as a concept.  ’
‘  why do parents get mad when you sleep in all day? like i’m staying out of trouble and i’m not spending your money like what’s the issue here????  ’
‘  i identify as an inconvenience to the world.  ’
‘  i seriously regret telling anyone, anything, ever lmao  ’
‘  dating me is like dating a five year-old. i need all of your attention and i’m cranky if i haven’t had a nap.  ’
‘  i’m literally tired of myself.  ’
‘  don’t introduce me to ur parents unless you plan on marrying me because they’re going to love me and ask about me for the rest of your life lol  ’
‘  what the hell is a straight person? only straight thing i know about is the edge of my beloved sword.  ’
‘  i highly recommend never having feelings.  ’
‘  self care is going into a cornfield at night to get abducted by aliens.  ’
‘  staying up late with another human is such a weird thing like you get this special bond and a what-is-this feeling  ’
‘  do u ever feel like ur not even friends with ur friends?  ’
‘  um no offense but whom’st’ve going to loveth me?  ’
‘  date a girl who fucks everything up.  ’
‘  not all who mcfreakin wander are mcfreakin lost.  ’
‘  i may legally be an adult but don’t be fooled. i have no idea what i’m doing.  ’
‘  a fun and interesting fact about me is that i’m a fucking idiot.  ’
‘  you can start again anytime!  ’
‘  all you can do is learn your lesson. there’s no point in wishing you had did differently. the past is the past.  ’
‘  i can’t believe an angel like me has to suffer so much.  ’
‘  you’re all so obsessed with love and being loved. what about just going to sleep?  ’
‘  i’m smart, but i do dumb shit anyway.  ’
‘  tbh i never deal with my emotions. i just let them ravage my body and then go to bed and then i wake up and do it all over again.  ’
‘  first of all: i don’t know shit, so jot that down.  ’
‘  i’ll just ¯\ _(ツ)_/¯ my way through life.  ’
‘  i’m tired of things costing money.  ’
‘  don’t you hate it when you’re dead inside and run out of apps to refresh?  ’
‘  who cares? do better, move on.  ’
‘  i don’t need a significant other. just a significant income.  ’
‘  appreciation for everyone who’s ever talked to me bc i’m annoying and dumb.  ’
‘  thnks fr th mntl llnss.  ’
‘  what  hasn’t killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive.  ’
‘  i don’t know shit ya’ll!!!!! i’m just out here.  ’
‘  binge-watching is great until you run out of the show and have to start watching it weekly like some sort of medieval peasant.  ’
‘  i’m in the wrong realm and i think everyone can tell.  ’
‘  this might come as a shock but I’m Not Feelin too good my dudes.  ’
‘  i’m alive, but only ironically.  ’
‘  there she goes again being over dramatic and by she, i mean me.  ’
‘  do you ever feel like have tried Too Hard to a friend and now you have become That Obnoxious Weirdo?  ’
‘  lgbt: lasagna! garfield’s beloved treat.  ’
‘  my favorite phrase in the english language is ‘i shit you not.’  ’
‘  i’m a real boring bitch! a snoozer!  ’
‘  i honestly look so good lounging in an oversized t-shirt and no pants. when will someone experience the blessing of domestic living w/ me?  ’
‘  you don’t understand how hard it is to take a selfie when you’re ugly.  ’
‘  you son of a mumford!  ’
‘  hi, i’m here to ruin everything.  ’
‘  you can tell a lot about a person by looking at their hands. for example, if it’s a skeleton hand then they’re dead.  ’
‘  the year is 2020 and i am found guilty of treason against the united states for vague blogging that i hate someone and donald trump thought it was about him.  ’
‘  everybody calm down, we’re going to be fine! :))) we’ve weathered worse than this! :) :) :) :) really all this panic just seems like a huge overreaction imho   ’
‘  no beta readers. we publish our crap writing like men.  ’
‘  i need $$$$$ not feelings.  ’
‘  ‘idk imma see’ = i ain’t coming, never was coming, never considered it, never gave it a single thought, only remembered cause you asked again.  ’
‘  oops, i don’t care lol  ’
‘  why girls always crop the halo out of their selfies? stop being so modest. we know the truth.  ’
‘  maurice, you’re not gonna fucking believe this,  ’
‘  i always get told i look like a bitch bc i’m always glaring while i walk, but i’m not glaring, i’m squinting. i have sensitive eyes. they’re watering.  ’
‘  concept: it’s 3 am. candle lit room. a record is spinning. you’re kissing me. we have no worries in the world. we’re warm and content.  ’
‘  i need to go into the forest and scream for an hour and a half.  ’
‘  pls kill all men who yell at girls from cars.  ’
‘  life really isn’t what i expected it to be. less quicksand. almost no quicksand to be honest. lots of metaphorical quicksand tho.  ’
‘  i have a question for u: like are u done… like is it over?  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive.  ’
‘  we all have that one person who ruins your day by being alive. for me, it’s myself.  ’
‘  whenever i see police i always try not to act suspicious and fail internally even though i never did anything wrong.  ’
‘  new years resolution: less bitter, more glitter.  ’



I am an angst writer. All of these series may cause your heart to break. All contain smut unless otherwise noted. 

reader x rapper!Yoongi

What was supposed to be a simple night out turned into an evening you would never forget. Especially when your best friend is involved

Jungkook x Reader, best friend!au

Jungkook was your best friend. You held onto his secrets. And he knew all of yours. Except for one. One that would change your friendship forever. You were in love with him.

Aisle One Aisle Two Aisle Three

Hoseok x Reader, vampire!au

Part 1 of the Ashes Trilogy

Your human life was taken from you, only to replaced by a life full of night skies. But how do you break free from obsession when the one who gave you eternal life is the one holding your chains?

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Final 

Jimin x Reader, robot!au & assassin!au

Your new partner is more than meets the eye, but you’re not so sure you want to see what is buried underneath.

part 1 part 2 part 3

Taehyung x Reader x Jin, badboy!au

His voice haunted you through the speakers. Each syllable reminding you that you can never teach an old dog new tricks.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Final

Hoseok x Reader, vampire!au

Part 2 of the Ashes Trilogy

You thought that the death of your maker would lead to freedom from chains, but little did you know that bonds are much harder to break after death.

Part 1 Part 2

reader x idol!Hoseok

You haven’t seen your boyfriend long enough to make him beg. But it’s you who ends up not being able to control yourself.

reader x poly!yoonseok

It’s a hot summer day and your boyfriends have and unorthodox method of keeping you cool.

reader x Jungkook, childhood sweethearts!au

it was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in vegas, doesn’t always stay in vegas

Part 1

Yoongi x reader xJungkook

You told yourself that you would never fall in love again. That no man would ever be worth the heartache and pain that came with relationships. But promises were meant to be broken as you met your match in Min Yoongi.

 Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Final Epilogue

updated: 11/29/17

“We both tried to grab at the last copy of that desired book at the same time and had a tug of war.” (from this post)

Sterek ficlet, T, ~1.6k words. Basically, I was going to just do a tiny little drabble as a warm-up for working on one of my WIPs, and then I was having too much fun with it to stop.

(Btw, if you couldn’t tell, I totally made up the book series in question. Any resemblance to any actual book is completely coincidental.) 

It’s definitely some kind of torture that on the day the seventh and final Path of Wolves novel comes out, Stiles still has to go to school like it’s not the most important day of the year or anything.

And okay, so it’s not like anyone else in Beacon Hills has even heard of these books except Scott, and then only because Stiles can’t shut up about them, but still. Stiles spends the entire day practically vibrating out of his skin with the anticipation. He’s pretty sure he hasn’t taken in a word any of his teachers has said today. The only reason he doesn’t try to make a break for it during lunch is that he can’t afford another detention on his record, and even so, he’s still sorely, sorely tempted to risk it. In the end, he has to get Lydia to hide his car keys from him.

(He was going to ask Scott to do it, but Scott would have caved as soon as Stiles started begging, and Stiles is definitely not above begging, so Lydia it is.)

The instant the final bell rings, though, Stiles is out of there, flying across the parking lot and gunning the Jeep. The bookstore probably only ordered a few copies, and if Stiles isn’t holding one of them by the time he leaves, somebody’s about to get murdered.

Not that he actually expects any competition, but it’s better not to let these things go to chance. He already messed up once by procrastinating on pre-ordering until they were sold out; he didn’t think it was possible for a Path of Wolves novel to be sold out. He was wrong, and now he’s paying for it by having to physically go to the bookstore to get it.

Either Stiles vastly overestimated how many copies the store was going to order, or else he vastly underestimated how many people in Beacon Hills read these books, because when he skids to a stop in front of the New Releases shelf, there’s only one copy left. One beautiful, perfect hardcover copy.

Lucky for him, one copy is enough.

Except that when he grabs ahold of it, someone else does, too.

For a long second, Stiles can’t even believe what he’s seeing. Another hand, on his book. Another hand that’s not letting go, even though Stiles has already clearly and unambiguously grabbed it by the spine and isn’t letting go, either.

Stiles turns his head incredulously to get a look at this usurper, and it’s Derek Hale. As in, made-of-muscles, leather-wearing lacrosse captain Derek Hale.

Until this moment, Stiles wasn’t even sure Derek could read, and now he’s trying to steal Stiles’ obscure eight-hundred-page fantasy novel. What.

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anonymous asked:

Hiiii !! How can I create my own study plan ?? ^_^

Ok this is really hard to put into words because i feel like there’s no “correct” method, but I’ll try!

How To Make A Study Schedule

First, get yourself a monthly/weekly/whatever time frame you need calendar (you can find my favourites in my #printables tag, or you can just make a table in word/pages or your bullet journal). Write down when your deadline/exam is. Your job is now to fill in the remaining time. Here’s an example of one of my own study plans from my first semester at university (obv not all of it, but enough to give you a general idea): 

The difficult part: 

  • You’ll need to write down tasks for each day, but what these are or how long they take is completely up to your judgement. Important is, however, that you don’t just write down “study history” - instead, write specific chapter names, a certain number of problem sets, a certain number of vocabulary you want to study. That way, you can hold yourself accountable - you either got it done or you didn’t, whereas “study history” could be interpreted as 5 minutes as well as 5 hours. 
  • You also need to keep in mind that you’ll have to get everything done in time, so if you don’t start studying early enough, the daily tasks will become bigger and bigger - two days before the exam they’re probably unmanageable.
  • Also, remember that you’ll have more time on weekends or that one night you might already have prior engagements that keep you from studying. That’s okay, but plan around it.
  • Allow some days for rest/fun/emergency last minute studying. I always leave two days before the exam free (the ones labelled “revision” above) so I can flexibly decide what I want to look at again.

The even more difficult part: What if you have several exams you have to prepare for at once? 

  • the same system applies, but you have two possibilities: 
    • 1. work a little bit on every subject every day. pros: you have some variation in your day and that might motivate you more. cons: you might mix things up or don’t have the energy to start on a completely different thing after a study session.
    • 2. assign complete days to one subject. Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays for English, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays for Maths (just an example). pros: you can focus on one thing at a time and are less likely to mix things up. cons: it might get boring to work on one subject all day, especially if you don’t particularly like that subject. 
    • sometimes they’ll have to mix because you have certain deadlines and not enough time. 
  • Especially in similar subjects that are likely to cause mix-ups, reserve (if possible) one or two days before the respective exam to study/revise just that one subject. 

I hope this helped! Let me know if it works :)
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I’m gonna deconstruct this scene because I’ve been thinking about it ALL DAY and what the hell, I’ve got time. This clip demonstrates what I love most about Taika Waititi’s filmmaking and it shows off Chris and Tom’s chemistry in the fiercest way. It’s hilarious, sweet, bittersweet, surprising, and poignant.

1) “Loki, I thought the world of you.” 

Even though there was an instinctive part of me that screamed, “OK, WELL, YOUR ACTIONS TOLD A DIFFERENT STORY, THOR” due to residual bitterness over what a dickbag Thor was in the first film, I’m 1,000% here for this line. I’m proud of how much Thor has matured, thrilled that these two are actually talking to each other, and happy that Loki’s hearing something he’s probably always wanted/needed to hear even though it’s bittersweet because Thor’s using the past tense.

Tom’s reaction here is SO GOOD. Just the tiniest shift in his eyebrows to indicate that Thor has Loki’s attention and he’s fucking locked in and hanging on to every word.

2) “I thought we were gonna fight side by side forever, but at the end of the day you’re you and I’m me.”

I know there was a minor (?) uproar over Chris’ comments that Thor will be “indifferent” to Loki in Ragnarok, but this scene seems to suggest a kind of acceptance rather than indifference. Maybe for the first time, Thor truly seems to have accepted that he and Loki are fundamentally different beings–and by extension, he’s accepting Loki’s nature. Yes, part of that acceptance means letting go and moving on (note: I did not say giving up) and that’s sad, but realistic I think. How many fakeout deaths and stabbings can a person be expected to withstand? “You’re you” is a significant break in pattern for Thor and Loki appears genuinely taken aback by it.

“You’re you” is a huge deal because to me, the brothers’ central conflict has always boiled down to the fact that Loki isn’t Thor (thanks, Odin, for exacerbating this tension). For Loki, that fact is a source of self-loathing and resentment, something that he can act out against and, as Tom has often said, define himself in opposition to.

By the same token I think it’s become clearer that what Loki thinks of Thor matters to Thor. For an older sibling, having a younger sibling who looks up to you and wants to be like you is perhaps one of the biggest indicators that you’re a good–dare I say worthy–person. Ever since Loki let go of Gungnir Thor has struggled to make sense of Loki’s rejection, to define himself without the security of having his brother by his side. With that in mind I’ve always seen Thor’s past attempts to bring Loki back to the “good” side as heartfelt and genuine, but also somewhat ego-driven and shortsighted because it came at the expense of Loki’s autonomy and self-identification.

Cut to now. By acknowledging that he and Loki are each their own person, Thor’s relieving Loki of the pressure and expectation to be anyone other than himself. In a way that’s a gift, but it’s also terribly sad because it’s accompanied by loss for both of them. Which brings me to:

3) “I dunno, maybe there’s still good in you but let’s be honest: our paths diverged a long time ago.”

It’s in this moment that Loki really seems to realize where this conversation is headed. And he doesn’t like it.

We know Loki lives to test Thor. It’s his (super dysfunctional and unhealthy) way of making sure Thor still cares about him. In The Dark World, Loki tests Thor’s assertions that he doesn’t trust him and has lost hope for him by … getting himself impaled. Yeah, “dying” was also his “get out of jail free, usurp the throne” card, but it’s not insignificant that he calls Thor’s bluff in the process. 

4) “Yeah. It’s probably for the best that we never see each other again.”

Speaking of calling Thor’s bluff, I think Loki–because he’s a smart little fucker–says this in order to get ahead of the conversation. He knows what’s coming, so he pulls the classic “I’ll reject you before you reject me” move. But I don’t think he means it. It’s more likely that he’s trying to balance the scales so he’s not on the utter losing side of this conversation. And honestly? Deep down I doubt he can bear to hear Thor say it and by proactively agreeing with him he’s holding out hope that Thor will pull a “JK!” and change his mind.

5) “That’s what you always wanted.”

OMG THOR HAS GOTTEN SO SMART. I mean, I guess it’s within the realm of possibility that Thor is still really dumb about Loki’s feelings/motivations, but personally it’s more fun and satisfying to think he sees Loki’s test and raises him an even bigger one.

Loki’s face is so sad-funny. His plan backfired, he’s panicking a little, but he’s got to save face and play it cool, and he’s also legit sad because he knows this outcome is the culmination of his past actions and he did his part in paving this road for both of them. And at the end of the day he’s still the younger brother who doesn’t want to appear weak, so he’s doing his best to match Thor’s tone and attitude.

The moment when Loki lifts his chin and gives a little nod is a dead giveaway; never seeing Thor again is the opposite of what he wants, but he’s prepared to accept that it’s too late for anything else. It’s SO far from an apology, but for Loki it’s about the most mature thing we’ve seen him do.

The fact that for once they’re not arguing with each other is what made me tear up. It’s like they both know they should’ve had this conversation years ago, when it could have made all the difference, but at the same time they know that moment has passed. THIS IS FUCKING TRAGIC.

(If I wrote this movie, this would be the moment where they both dissolve into tears, fall on the floor, and cry-hug it out, which is why I write poetry and not screenplays.)

6) “Hey, let’s do Get Help.”

This was the beginning of the death of me, I will never be the same. I laughed so hard. On the surface this whole exchange may seem like just a gag–and it IS funny as hell–but I feel like it’s working on so many levels and reveals something deeper about Thor and Loki’s bond.

First of all, if you’re me, everything that preceded this moment was really uncomfortable and sad and almost unbearable to witness so I don’t think it’s a stretch to assume that Thor and Loki were feeling some of that too.

What I love about this transition is that Thor immediately cuts through the tension, probably to put both of them at ease and bring them back into the more familiar territory of their rapid-fire banter. Loki seems a bit surprised but relieved.

IMO, this brief exchange of dialogue does more to convey Loki and Thor’s bond and establish their history than anything we’ve been shown in the previous films (not counting that deleted scene from the first movie). I thought it was really poignant to see them revert to/rely upon something from their distant past. You can tell this is an argument they’ve had a zillion times before. You can tell from the stunt itself that it’s something they’ve had many opportunities to perfect. 

Even though Loki is reluctant to participate, he does, because he still craves inclusion and acceptance. Even though Thor is no longer quite as overbearing and arrogant as he once was, he regresses into that role so that he can get his younger brother back for just a moment. It’s like they’re consoling themselves without admitting that they want to be consoled. And yeah, on a practical note they also need to find a way off of Sakaar.

In conclusion, they’ve both just conceded that their relationship has reached an impasse with no real way forward, yet in the immediate aftermath of this supposed acceptance they choose to revert to an older dynamic that reflects presumably happier times. They don’t want to quit each other. This is fine. It’s fine. I’m not crying. I love them. The end.

I’m deep in my feels right now and probably projecting a lot (HI, HELLO, I HAVE A TROUBLED YOUNGER BROTHER, I’VE NEVER USED HIM AS A PROJECTILE BUT I UNDERSTAND THE IMPULSE), but even without having seen this scene in the full context of the film, it’s my favorite Thor/Loki moment to date. It’s what I’ve always wanted. It actually brings “We were raised together, we played together, we fought together” to life in a meaningful way, whereas in The Avengers I felt like those were just words.

If you made it this far, thanks for reading!


(Slightly edited from the Twitter version) First one done! For those who only started to follow me in 2016, before ML, I used to draw a *ton* of Pokemon and even participated in a 30-day Pokemon challenge (that took me six months to finish _(:3」∠)_) 

Pokemon has always been a part of my life since I was a wee child so I decided to start off with an old favorite of mine: Lugia. (Fun fact: Pokemon 2000 was the first Pokemon movie I ever saw in my life). 


Divided Loyalties - Part 1

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Sweet Pea x Female Reader

Chapter: 1 out of 3

Warnings: SMUT, angst, swearing, drinking, mention of cheating

Word Count: 3705

A/N:  This is going to be a three part story, I had a lot of fun writing this first part and I hope you guys like it. Special thanks to @kytty27 for being the best as always.

Y/N and Sweet Pea had been dating for almost a year. Since then they had been on and off continuously. It didn’t surprise anyone when either of them announced that they had broken up and it was even less surprising when a few days later someone caught them making out outside the Whyte Wyrm. No matter what the reason for each breakup was, it always came back to either the fact that Y/N was going away for college or that Sweet Pea was a part of the Southside Serpents. The latter had been the root of their problems since day one. Y/N was not a Serpent, and the Serpents valued their members more than anything else.

It had been a week since their last fight. Y/N had found him drunk off his ass with his tongue down some young Serpent’s throat. She had yelled at him when she saw what was happening.He had acted like a clueless idiot that couldn’t admit to fucking up, resulting in Y/N storming out the door. Both of them were always too stubborn to admit they did wrong or too proud to forgive the other, so they hadn’t spoken since the fight.

Y/N was at her apartment with her roommate, Madeleine. She was doing her makeup in her room while Mads was going through her closet.

“So, you think Sweet Pea is going to be at the party?” Mads asked her, picking up a black jumpsuit. “Oh my gosh, you have to wear this one!” she gushed, rushing over to Y/N.

“Ugh, who cares?” Y/N groaned. She finished putting on her eyeliner before turning to her friend who was holding out the piece of clothing. She hadn’t seen that jumpsuit in months. She had been wearing it the first time her and Sweets met. The thought made her grin as she accepted the jumpsuit and held it up to her while looking in the mirror.

“So you honestly don’t care if he’s gonna be there?” Mads looked at her suspiciously.

“I don’t know, I mean, fuck I’m still furious at him, but there’s no way I’m even talking to him unless he’s crawling on his knees begging for forgiveness” she told Mads who burst out laughing.

“Yeah, right, like you don’t say that every time he does something. I can’t wait for when both of you stop being such fucking cunts and realize that you’re soulmates” Mads joked, singing the last word.

“Fuck off, Mads.” Y/N muttered before putting on the jumpsuit. It was tight enough to show the shape of her waist and hips. The top half was sleeveless made from see-through material except for the part covering her breasts, so you could see the tattoo on her side clearly. She wore her red, high heeled pumps and put on her leather jacket before leaving the apartment with her arm locked with Madeleine’s.

Sweet Pea was sitting next to Toni on Fangs’ couch. He had been silent for most of the evening, slowly sipping on his beer while listening to Toni rave about the girl she’d gone home with the day before. All he could think about was the fight between him and Y/N. He had been torturing himself the whole week over what he’d done, but still hadn’t built up the courage to apologize to Y/N. He felt empty without her, like he was some different version of himself, a version he did not like. Deep in thought, he didn’t notice that Toni had stopped talking and she and Fangs were both staring at him, as if to wait for him to say something.

“What? Do I have something on my face?” he looked at them, confused and a bit annoyed, before chugging the rest of his beer.

“You look like someone sucked the soul out of you,” Fangs snorted, “damn, you must’ve really fucked up this time, Pea. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this.”

“Yeah, I really did fuck up this time.” Sweet Pea mumbled, barely loud enough for them to hear.

“Jesus, have you thought about maybe telling Y/N that?!” Toni hissed, rolling her eyes. “How about you snap out of this state of self-pitying and do something about it, huh?”. Fangs was trying to hold back his laughter as he followed Toni to put on their jackets. Sweet Pea opened his mouth like he was about to snarl some lame response, but was at a loss for words. He knew Toni was right. How could he fix things between them if they didn’t talk about it?

“So, you coming or not?” Fangs asked him, growing impatient. Sweet Pea looked at his friends and groaned before standing up to follow them out the door. 

They jumped on their motorcycles and headed towards the abandoned house near Sweetwater River. This particular spot was everyone’s favourite party place, so a few people pretty much bought the place from the town and organized parties there at least twice a month. The place was huge and had a large open space on the bottom floor that had been transformed into a dance floor with a bar on one side and a small stage with music and dj equipment. Upstairs there were a few bedrooms that some of the owners used to stay in from time to time.

Sweet Pea shut his engine off and looked over a crowd of people outside the house, smoking. There was loud music coming from inside and the air outside was filled with chatter. He spotted a few familiar faces and made his way over to them, followed by Toni and Fangs.

“Hey, Sweet Pea! Where’s Y/N?” one of the guys asked him. His jaw clenched at the mention of her, and he quickly brushed it off by responding that he didn’t know. A few from the group exchanged a knowing look which pissed him off.

“I need a beer” he muttered to Toni who grabbed his arm and lead him to the bar. She ordered two beers and two shots, handing him a beer while the bartender prepared the shots. He grinned, clinking his bottle to hers before taking a sip. He leaned against the bar, studying the people in the room. All of the sudden, Toni kicked him slightly and he turned his head towards her in confusion.

“Don’t freak out, but she’s here loverboy.” she motioned towards the entrance. His eyes followed her gaze and spotted Y/N instantly.

Fuck.” he whispered to himself, quickly turning back to Toni who placed a shot right in front of him and smiled. He let out a sigh and swallowed the liquor. He peeked back at Y/N, who didn’t seem to have spotted him yet. He examined her face thoroughly, her eyes were lit up with happiness, her lips opened wide as she burst out laughing at something Madeleine had said. She closed her eyes and wiped away a few tears, still laughing.

He recognized her jumpsuit instantly, it was the one she was wearing when they met for the first time. He remembered almost tearing it when he ripped it off her later that night. He smirked at the thought, gazing at the floor before turning his head towards her again. Their eyes locked and both of them froze for a moment. The excitement on her face was replaced with anger and he figured she was probably clenching her fists before she stubbornly broke the eye contact and resumed her conversation with Mads.

“Damn, she definitely seems more pissed at you than usual…” Toni said, looking at Y/N.

“Yeah, no shit Toni. Thanks for your input.” he snapped and started walking towards the exit. “I’m going for a cigarette, you coming?” he added, not caring if she was following or not. Making his way through the crowd, he noticed Y/N was coming his way. Alright asshole, here goes nothing, he thought to himself as he approached her.

When she noticed him making his way to the exit she dragged Mads with her to deliberately walk past him. She saw the panic in his eyes when he noticed her walking towards him which made her grin. When they were close enough, he opened his mouth to say something but was shut down by Y/N shouting at her friend and disappearing behind him.

“Come on Mads! I need shots, now.

He was left standing there, his mouth gaping. He heard Toni snicker beside him and shot her an angry glare.

“Okay, so she obviously doesn’t want to talk to you… Can we just try to enjoy ourselves tonight and you can talk to her later. Come on, Sweets.” she offered, taking his arm.

Y/N managed to drag her friend past Sweet Pea and towards the bar. While they waiting for the bartender to take their order, They looked at each other and quickly burst out laughing.

“Oh my god Y/N did you see the look on his face?!” Madeleine asked, full of excitement. It was a rare sight to see Y/N actually standing up for herself when it came to Sweet Pea. Usually, she was back in his arms a few days after his fuckups, without any proper confrontation between the two. Y/N just grinned at her friend before getting the bartender’s attention and ordering them drinks. She really just wanted to have fun tonight without thinking about Sweet Pea. Obviously the latter was going to be impossible since he was there but she ignored the fact for now and made her way to the dance floor.

At parties, there were two places Y/N and Madeleine would be, the dance floor and the bar. An hour passed and the girls were soon feeling the alcohol take over. Y/N always enjoyed herself on the dance floor. She didn’t care who was looking, but she knew that most eyes were on her when she swayed her body in sync with the music. Even though she refused to make eye contact, she was well aware of the location of Sweet Pea where he leaned against the wall, beer in hand, his eyes not leaving her.

A few songs later, Madeleine pulled Y/N closer to be able to talk over the music. “I need to pee! Come on!” she yelled and started dragging her out of the crowd. When they made it to where the bathroom was, there was already around six girls waiting. “Fuck, I have to go now” Madeleine groaned. “I’m gonna go pee in a bush, okay?” she added, looking at Y/N with impatience.

Y/N let out a laugh and told her she would stay inside and wait for her. She leaned against the wall and took a sip of her drink. She noticed Sweet Pea standing with Fangs a few meters away from her and their eyes met. She felt slight panic rush through her and smiled at him mockingly, refusing to let him get the best of her. Sweet Pea’s eyes shifted to someone next to her and she saw his jaw clench. Before she could turn around to see who he was looking at, she felt a hand on her back.

“Y/N. Haven’t seen you in a while, gorgeous.” someone whispered in her ear and she looked up to see a familiar face.

“Oh my god, Reggie! How have you been?” she smiled mischievously before pulling him in for a hug. Reggie Mantle had been her first crush when they started high school. They had hooked up a few times at parties in sophomore year and Y/N realized that he didn’t have much more than a good body and a pretty face. When she pulled away, she snuck a quick look over at Sweet Pea who, much to her amusement, was looking at them enraged.

Reggie started telling her about his football scholarship and Y/N pretended to listen with the utmost attention, despite the fact that she couldn’t care less about the words coming out of his mouth. They talked for a few minutes, touching each others arms and laughing at what the other said. Out of nowhere, Y/N felt someone harshly grab her upper arm. She looked up to see Sweet Pea towering over her, his eyes dark.

“We need to talk.” he hissed with venom, shooting a deathly glare at Reggie.

“I have nothing to say to you” Y/N scoffed and looked at him bitterly, trying to keep her cool. This was the exact result she had been going for, even though she would never admit it. He looked amazing. The t-shirt he had on was just tight enough to show his muscles under his leather jacket and his dark hair was a bit messy, a lock flowing down his forehead. His face was so close to her, she could feel his breath on her and the smell of cigarettes and leather filled her senses. Sweet Pea shook his head and let out a dry, clipped laugh, tightening the grip on her arm, and moving his face closer to hers.

“Y/N…” he warned, his eyes darkening. Y/N swallowed and bit her lower lip. There was something about the way he looked at her when he was jealous that made her breath catch in her throat. Her eyes flickered down to his lips and the urge to feel them on her took over before she hesitantly gave in and nodded. A grin appeared on his face and he pulled her towards the stairs to lead them up to one of the bedrooms. He let go of her arm to close the door and turned around to face her. She was standing in the middle of the room, crossing her arms.

“Give me one reason why I should listen to anything you have to say” she growled. Sweet Pea took a step closer, a hint of guilt in his eyes. He hesitated for a moment, running his fingers through his hair unsure of what to say.

“Fuck, Y/N.” he groaned, taking another step. “I’m sorry. I know it’s no fucking excuse but I was drunk and high and something just came over me.” He paused and looked at her to see her reaction. She still had her arms crossed and looked at him, unconvinced. Sweet Pea sighed in defeat and reached his arms around her waist to pull her closer. Y/N scoffed and looked away, her body tensing over the connection.

“I know I have no right to expect you to forgive me, but I’ve been fucking miserable all week, torturing myself over what I did.” he blurted out, his hands moving up her lower back, cautiously stroking her. Her head turned towards him and their eyes locked. She could see the genuine expression on his face and her hands unintentionally snuck around his neck. He gave her a soft smile and sighed.

“I hate not being able to see you, not being able to talk to you, not being able to touch you,” he said, “and I couldn’t stand seeing you with that fucking dick.”

“Maybe you should’ve thought of that before sticking your tongue down that whore’s throat.” Y/N spat, annoyed.

“I know it was wrong, and I fucking hate myself for doing that to you. Please Y/N… I fucking love you. Can we just try and start over?” he looked at her pleadingly, cupping her face. Y/N hated that look. She could never say no to that look.

“You’re a fucking idiot you know that?” Y/N smiled, gently pushing him. His eyes lit up and he smirked as he pulled her closer to him.

“Is that you accepting my apology?” he chuckled, stroking his thumb over her cheek before suddenly pulling her in to meet his lips. An electrifying shock went through her body, automatically pressing herself against him. Her hand ran through his hair and a whimper escaped her mouth as he deepened the kiss. She quickly pulled away, gasping for breath.

“You better make it up to me” she whispered, losing herself in his dark brown eyes.

“Oh, I have a few things in mind.” he smirked, his eyes full of lust. They could still hear the music and the chatter from the party downstairs, but they couldn’t care less. His hands swiftly moved to her thighs and he picked her up, wrapping her legs around his torso. He set her down on a table and moved his lips to her neck, sucking gently at the nape of her neck. She let out a moan and grabbed his hair, desperate for more. He kissed his way up her neck and tugged gently on her earlobe.

“You’ve been killing me all night, princess. Did you really think you could wear this jumpsuit and get away with it?” he breathed against her ear and moved to brush his lips against hers, biting her lower lip. His hands moved down her waist and firmly grabbed her ass, pinning her against him before crushing their lips together. She felt him harden against her and his tongue entered her mouth. The kiss quickly turned greedy and desperate, causing her to shiver and moan. His hand eagerly unzipped her jumpsuit and he broke the kiss to pull down the fabric, revealing her breasts. Sweet Pea’s gaze darkened as he glanced down at them, licking his lips.

Fuck.” he muttered, quickly looking over to the bed and back into Y/N’s eyes. His look told her enough, so she kicked off her heels and pushed herself off the table. She turned to face him before slowly walking backwards to the bed while taking off her jumpsuit, her gaze locked with his as he followed and took off his jacket. She sat down in the middle of the bed only wearing her lacy thong and slowly licked her lips. It wasn’t long until she was pinned down on the bed with Sweet Pea hovering over her, smirking. He leaned down and kissed her passionately before making his way down to her chest. Her breathing deepened as his lips grazed over her nipple, his hand gently pinching the other.

“Sweets, plea-” she whispered before being cut off by a moan. His tongue raked over her nipple and sucked gently, causing her head to fall back. He groaned as he slid his hand down her stomach and into her panties.

“You’re so wet, baby” Sweet Pea looked up to her before pushing two fingers inside causing her to instinctively shudder. Watching her squirm under his touch made him grin. He teasingly pulled out his fingers and moved them to circle over her clit, his lips finding hers. Her hands slid under the fabric of his shirt, digging her nails into his skin as she let out a moan. He pulled away and hastily took his shirt off, undoing his belt and shoving down his pants, leaving her panting on the bed. She looked at him, craving his touch. When he moved back over her, she pulled him closer so his length was pressed against her core. He groaned at the feeling and moved slowly against her.

“I need you, Sweets, please.” she whimpered. He looked deep into her eyes and kissed her again. His hands started pulling down her panties but were stopped by her own removing them completely. He proceeded to take off his own, watching her for a moment, desperate to feel her, more desperate to see her beg for it.

“Who do you belong to, princess?” he asked her, his voice rough.

“I-, I’m yours.” Y/N panted, getting impatient.

“That’s my girl.” he whispered, smirking. She gasped when he suddenly thrust into her, waves of pleasure flooding through her body as he filled her. Her hand grabbed his hair and pulled, making Sweet Pea let out a low groan. “Fuck, you feel so good baby girl” he mumbled into her mouth as he kissed her harshly. He quickened his pace, slamming roughly into her, biting her neck. Digging her nails into his shoulder she felt her walls begin to clench around him.

Sweet Pea rose up and moved her leg over his shoulder, thrusting into her deeper. Y/N arched her back and kicked back her head, the pleasure rushing through her causing her whole body to tremble. He stuck two fingers into her mouth which she greedily licked. Covered with her spit, he moved his hand down to her clit and started rubbing it, forcing her ever closer to the edge. Unable to keep his own release in hold, he deepened the thrusts, feeling her clenching around him, pulling him in deeper.

“Cum with me” he ordered. Her body stiffened at his words and she obeyed. She felt her whole body tingle as a rush of euphoria flowed through her, screaming his name as she fell over the edge. A few sloppy thrusts more and he followed her, gasping for breath.

He rolled next to her on the bed, wrapping his arms around her, both waiting for their breathing to calm. Y/N snuggled against him and he kissed her forehead, stroking her hair.

“I’m still mad at you, you know?” Y/N whispered, turning her head to face him. Sweet Pea looked into her eyes and gave her a soft smile.

“I know, princess, I know.”

They could still hear the bass thudding from downstairs and Y/N noticed a familiar voice coming from the hallway.

“Shit, that’s Madeleine, she’s probably looking for me” Y/N giggled and planted a kiss on Sweet Pea’s cheek. She quickly stood up from the bed and found her panties on the floor. Sweet Pea’s eyes were fixated on her as she put on her clothes in a hurry, shooting him a confused look. “Well? Are you gonna stay here naked for the rest of the party?” she smirked, rolling her eyes.

“Wait! Don’t leave me here” he laughed and quickly put on his clothes before wrapping her arms around her waist, pulling her close. “I love you, Y/N. And I’m sorry.” he said quietly.

Y/N let out a laugh before pulling him into a kiss. “I love you too, asshole” she teased, taking his hand and heading to the door.

And so they returned to the party, hand in hand, sneaking kisses every chance they got, seemingly happier than usual.

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Preference: When You’re Having a Panic Attack


Sam is not new to the idea of panic attacks. In his lifetime, he has suffered through many of them and he has always gotten through them. He knew the warning signs, he knew how to deal with them on his own. But Sam also knew when someone else was having one. Someone like you. A part of Sam always knew that you suffered from anxiety and depression, but he never brought it up or even mention the fact that he knew. He just saw pieces of himself in you and he hated that you had to feel that way. When he noticed how closed off you were at first and that was something unlike you. You were always telling jokes and making fun of the two brothers. He broke it down as you were having a bad day. But when he noticed your chest heaving and the faintness of your body, he knew you were in the first stages of a panic attack and there was no way he was going to let you go through it alone. He walked over to you and placed his hands on your biceps, kneeling down so he could look you directly in the eyes. You fell into his arms, your breathing rapid and inconsistant. He wrapped his arms around you, trying to comfort you in the best way he possibly could. His hands running up and down your back, trying to bring you back to solid ground. There was no way that he could stop the panic attack now, but he could at least be there to get you through it.


Dean knew about your struggles with anxiety and depression. You had opened up to him after the two of you got together because you knew he needed to know in case if ever happened unexpectedly and he was there. Ever since then, he had been very supportive towards you. You were having a bad day and everything in your head just seemed to convince you it was right and that you were a failure, it triggered a panic attack. Dean was sitting in the library with you when it started. He was up instantly, circling around to get to you. He lifted you off the chair and placed you on the table in front of him. He stepped between your legs, wrapping his arms around you as you buried your face in the crook of his neck. Tears were steadily streaming down your cheeks and you had forgotten how to breathe. You were gasping for air every few seconds. Dean pressed his forehead to yours, not caring that you had snot running out of your nose. “We’re going to breathe together okay? Ready?” He took a deep breath, you doing the same, then let it out. You repeated this several times. Having him right there with you, touching you softly was enough to calm you down. Every single time, he was there to make sure you made it through it.


Cas doesn’t know a whole lot about mental illness’; he doesn’t know a whole lot about human emotions either, but he knows when something is wrong and exactly when he has to be there. Cas has always had a soft spot for you, ever since he met you. He can’t read your thoughts, but he can sense when you aren’t in your best mind frame. He can feel the negative energy casting off of you. He can hear the way your heart rate speeds up and not in the way it beats when you’re excited or surprised. This is different, scary even. He doesn’t know what’s happening to you at first, but when he see’s you grasp the table in front of you to steady yourself, he knows he has to step in and help you from there. He brushes his hand over your arm, grabbing your attention and earning himself one of your weak fake smiles. He smiled sympathetically at you, only to have you turn and make a beeline for your bedroom. The negative energy growing rapidly. He followed you, only to find you halfway down the hall with your head in between your knees and your body quivering. Cas shrugged off his trench coat, throwing it over you before taking a seat next to you. He doesn’t know how to help you, so instead, he does what his body is telling him to do, and that is to inch you closer to him and hold you close to him. He wanted to reassure you that you were safe and loved, even though your mind was telling you otherwise.

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Soulmate The8

Part of the Seventeen Soulmate Series

It was funny, really, that no one could ever truly know what was going on in someone else’s head. Except one time- for one moment. The first thought your soulmate would ever have when they saw you would be written in bold letters across your arm.

Some people had some pretty embarrassing words. They were sweet, really, when you considered the sentiment, but they were pretty awful for the young kids who had to walk around with them. Your close friend had, spelled in huge letters across her arm, “holy fucking shit!” 

Your own words were in letters that, at first, everyone around you had not understood. Luckily, all hospitals had a language expert somewhere on their staff who would either translate unknown marks on the arms of newborns or at least inform the parents what language it was so that they could get it translated themselves if they wanted to. Your local specialist had gazed in amazement at your mark and told your family it was a mix of languages. First Korean, then Mandarin. It was also… unusually long. A stream of thought.

They were surprised. But it was assumed that your soulmate must be bilingual. And since a very young age, determined when it came to the idea of your soulmate, you set off on the tough road of trying to learn both.

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anonymous asked:

This is probably gonna be a quite rude sounding question, but how do you not get bored of doing the "same job" every day? (I swear this isn't meant to be as mean as it sounds!!) I'm 18 and going to Uni soon, but the prospect of doing the same sort of thing every day for a long time sounds horrible to me. I know you love your job and you're incredible at it, but do you ever get bored of it, and how do you combat that?

Well.. I’m sorry to say, but that’s pretty much what a job is, welcome to being an adult, we do the same thing every day and have very little free time :P

But that’s also why it’s really important to actually like and enjoy doing what you choose to do. Not everyone will have that opportunity, especially not straight out of school. Sooner or later you have to do things you don’t want to do, that’s life. I’ve had several jobs I didn’t want or like, in fact most of my jobs I didn’t want or like. But you have to pay the bills somehow. By then it becomes a trade-off of “what can I put up with while I wait for the weekend to start”. Which is basically how I lived my life up until I started working with Jack last year.

It sounds cynical and depressing, but I’m not gonna sugar-coat it. You’ll have to find ways of making it work, music, making friends at the workplace, maybe working part time at different places for variety etc. If you DO have something you want to do, keep doing that in your spare time. If you’re lucky, you’ll end up making a job of it. Not every day is going to be fun, regardless of what you do, sometimes you just have off-days. Which is where pride is a good thing. I always want to take pride in what I do, even when I did work I didn’t like I still made sure to do a good job because I never wanted someone to point to me and say I didn’t care.

So basically, primary goal, find something you can put up with, to support yourself. Secondary goal, do the thing you actually want to do in your spare time. Don’t count on it to work. If it does, great, if it doesn’t, well as long as you can pay the bills you’ll get to keep doing it in your spare time. Compromise. And never spend all the money you make. Always, always, save. You will need it, at some point.

anonymous asked:

tbh your writing makes me really happy esp your mermaid aus and I'm not even kidding when I say I'd sell my soul for you to write a mermaid yoongi bless you and your writing

thank goodness i save my mermaid!yoongi that i had to delete, here it is!!
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  • a freshwater mermaid,,,,,he lives in a lake and doesn’t come up to the surface as much as the other mermaids do
  • his tail is a slightly murky brownish green to blend in with the grass underwater and the different brush that surrounds the lakes edge
  • keeps getting little figs tangled in his hair when he comes up to land,,,,and claims THATS the reason he doesn’t do it often,,,,,but the other mermaids think it’s just because he doesn’t wanna hang out with them LOL
  • has a catfish that follows him around,,,,,,and for a while yoongi kept trying to get rid of it,,,,,,but now he likes it,,,,,,and if any of the other mermaids try to eat it he gets pissed at them
  • because he lives in a lake,,,,,,his fingers are webbed and then thin skin between them helps him swim faster
  • even though most of the time he goes at a lazy like ,, glide through water,,,,,,
  • but also yoongi always hides his hands because he’s heard that ocean mermaids don’t have the webbing,,,,,,,,and that they make fun of it,,,,
  • favorite place is this patch of lake that’s a little more swampy and has lily pads floating in pretty bunches,,,and every now and then the flowers bloom and yoongi will come above to see them
  • that also happens to be YOUR favorite part of the lake,,,,,,especially when you’re having bad days,,,you sit at the edge of the water and stare at the pretty lily pads,,,the frogs that sit on them,,,the way they move slowly through the water
  • and on one evening,,,as you’re sitting there you notice,,,, something that doesn’t look like a log or a brush,,,,,,it looks like someone’s hair
  • and slowly,,,rising from the water,, is someones pretty, narrow shoulders
  • which shocks you because,,,,,,most people don’t swim in this part of the lake,,,,,people call it the ‘marsh’ but you’re 100% that’s a person
  • so you go “hey,,,,,,who are you?”
  • but as soon as you make a sound they dunk back into the water,,,,,,,,and don’t come up,,,,,,,,,
  • after ten minutes ur pretty sure any human would have drowned,,,so you rub your eyes and mumble that you’re just seeing things
  • but,,,,,,,you know what you saw
  • so you come back the next evening,,,,,,and the next,,,,,,,,and the next,,,,,and you never see the person but you sit there,,,,,and one night you decide to leave a note on a lilypad
  • and when you come back,,,,,it’s gone
  • so you write another one and scribble ‘whats your name?’ and when u come back it’s gone,,,,,but there’s no??? answer???
  • so either the notes are just being blown away into the water or whoever u saw isn’t much of a talker
  • which makes you said,,,because all you managed to see was the back of their head,,,but their shoulders looked so pretty,,,,,rather small,,,,,,but still
  • and maybe a good month later as you’re there,,,putting another note on the lilypad a hand bursts out of the water and wraps around your wrist and you scREAM because oh GOD THE SWAMP DEMON U SAW IS GONNA KILL yoU
  • but slowly the rest of the person rises out of the water and you see,,,,,,,,a handsome boy,,,,,wet hair plastered to his face,,,something that looks like seaweed wrapped around his arms and his hand on your wrist feels a little slimy,,but
  • you get caught in the dark eyes that look into yours and he goes “what do you want?”
  • and you swallow and you’re like ???? are you the person i saw?? have u been reading my notes??? whats ur name???
  • and the boy is silent for a moment but he goes “yoongi” and ur like ??? yoongi,,,,,,do you live in the lake??
  • and it takes you a moment but when he lets go of your wrist you can see the webbing between his fingers and the gills that are apparent on his neck,,highlighted by brown coloration on his pale skin
  • and he sinks a bit down,,,pulling his hands into the water and you’re like “,,,,,,,,a mermaid! you’re a mermaid??” and he seems to look @ you blankly,,,like duh im a mermaid
  • and u get a little shy and u sit back down on the edge of the lake and ur like “,,,,,,,,why didn’t you answer my notes?” and yoongi tilts his head and goes “mermaids can’t write,,,,,,we don’t use paper,,,,,” and ur like OH WOW IM DUMB OF COURSe
  • and you’re like,,,,,next time ill leave u a pen and paper too and yoongi just shakes his head and is like “why,,,,,,,do you keep coming back here?”
  • and ur like oh,,,,,,,,,this part of the lake is my favorite, no one is here,,,,,it’s calm and
  • you reach over and touch one of the blooming lily’s on the lily pad and ur like ,,,,,,,,i like these so much,,,,,
  • and yoongi watches carefully as you smile,,,a frog one of the pads jumps over and you giggle
  • making yoongi startle a bit,,,,,but also,,,,,,no one else aside him likes this part of the lake,,,,,,the other mermaids think the lily pads get in the way and that the waters seems more messy
  • but here you are,,,,enjoying this little part of nature as much as him
  • and yoogi asks suddenly,,,quietly,,,if you’re going to come back tomorrow
  • and you’re like “do you want me to?” and he jerks back a bit in the water and looks around,,,,saying that he doesn’t much mind
  • but ur like,,,,u know ive been coming here almost everyday for the last month isn’t that true,,,,,,,and yoongi chews on his bottom lip,,,,bringing up his hand to cover his face
  • and you lean forward and you’re like “how cute,,,your fingers are webbed,,,!!!!!”
  • and yoongi feels his face redden even more because cute??? that,,,,that isn’t the word he’d use,,,,,
  • but your eyes are sparkling and your reaching out almost as if to ask to hold his hand and cautiously yoongi offers it
  • and you look at it closely,,,,your fingers running over the thin skin which makes yoongi shiver
  • and you smile at him and go “so,,,,,,,,do you want me to come?”
  • and yoongi pulls his hand back,,,but he can feel his catfish buddy circling his tail under the water,,,and he’s like,,,,,,,,, “,,,,yes”
  • and you grin and get up and ur like i wont leave a note this time!! we’ll talk tomorrow and you can tell me more ??? yes????
  • and yoongi sinks into the water till the point that you can only see his eyes and his hair is resting on the water surrounded by lily pads and brush
  • but you swear you see him nod hehe

neverland is something about us.

you love dialogue. classic movie manuscript soul, you lace your lips with elegance. you dance with passion and exhale with a lightness that brings spring to her knees. you hate human sheep’s philosophy, you’re terrified to be a wolf– lately the moon has been your tattoo. we listen to body language, we have been lied to on several occasions. how do you want to be admired? how deep are your thoughts? you are not bound to the earth, a red airy balloon waiting by venus, you lavish in pleasantries, but only if it’s done right. the rare definition of aesthetic, if it’s pretty enough to say, then it’s beautiful enough to be heard by you. how far would you go to regain your wings? angel thoughts. you’re a meteorological phenomenon, the one where rain falls in one spot. the sad parts of you scattered all over your tears, we love them until our hearts tear. where do you keep love? in the back pocket of a lucky guy, your version of ride or die– I’ll keep poetry close, but I’ll always keep your lips skin distance kind of love. you do it for fun, but you also do it because nothing is new under the sun. you love dialogue, our friendship in three words. you used to see your old lover within my poetry, a bit of my words will always belong to you. we may age, our skin will wrinkle some day, our hair will be grey, our vision will blind us, our bones will rattle, but this soul, my version of poetic justice buried into a rose, stained by blood into every fucking petal, inject my misery loves company into the damn thorns– will you still love me when I’m no longer young and beautiful? age is nature’s brilliant plan to keep us in check. I love my youth, I love the fire in my eyes, the passion that keeps us from going too far– the thing about being this young is nothing is too dumb. no amount of hate will keep us from growth. you love lengthy prose poetry and I love that you read with intent to kill hearts until beating sounds like getting your first kiss every second of everyday– over and over and over again, until our smile matches the adrenaline, until the thorns prick a thousand lovers, until the last petal wilts from the lack of oxygen, until our lungs heave itself, it is a conversation of black holes and stars, I am stranded on mars and most days it’s unlivable, but these poems, my dialogue with you is a great way to understand the mystery of the universe.

LMAO!!! Why is this so perfect for a corny pack dad meets my boyfriend scenario? 

Stiles notices Liam spending all his time with Theo and decides he needs proof that Theo’s not going to turn into a crazed lunatic and slaughter everyone in town again. So, he shoves himself into one of their dates, which pisses Liam off and amuses Theo more than anything. Well, he’s slightly annoyed because he looked forward to today but the amusement is winning. 

Since Theo lives to tease Liam, he pretends to like having Stiles there and fakes being super nice to him, and Stiles is shockingly enjoying himself. So, his smile is 1000% completely genuine, which makes Theo’s smile like 65% genuine. (A small part of him still reminisces about the good days being Scott and Stiles friends, so he is stifling his actual happiness, since then Liam will make fun of him. Also, Liam is shitting on this entire day, how could Theo not find that hilarious.) 

Meanwhile, there is Liam, even more pissed off than when they left the house this morning. He’s so done with both of them, Theo for letting their date be ruined AND then enjoying it and Stiles because well…it’s Stiles (he’s always about 30% pissed off with Stiles). But, also because Stiles had the audacity to actually enjoy his and Theo’s date and enjoy Theo as a person. Now, how can he be mad when someone else is finally understanding why Theo is the best worst person ever? So he’s even more pissed that he can’t get pissed at Stiles. 

Scott - “Aw, guys you look kind of adorable right now. Smile!” 

Bam. Picture. Living Proof.  

anonymous asked:

Can you do a companions react to the Inquisitor being Autistic? Especially Cole?

I (Mod Sarah) am autistic, so I was very pleased to see this request. That being said, autism is a wide-reaching term for an entire spectrum of symptoms that affect people differently– every autistic person is unique, and each has their own quirks and symptoms. I feel that companion responses would vary, depending on what symptoms and behaviors the Inquisitor in question is displaying. For the sake of simplicity, I will be basing this autistic Inquisitor off of my own unique brand of autism, finely aged and diagnosed for the last ten years. Let’s get this show on the road.

Cassandra: Their behavior confounds her, at least at first. They avoid eye contact like the plague, can have intense reactions to stimuli, such as loud noises like explosions upset them with ease. She at first thought they were just being childish, but eventually realizes they’re genuinely hypersensitive to certain things. She guesses that they’re not exactly neurotypical, judging by behavior, and tries to be more receptive to their needs and sensitivities after finding out they’re innocent. It doesn’t particularly bother her that they fidget and stim and avoid eye contact, or even sometimes speak too loudly or too quietly– so long as they’re honest and good at heart. Iron Bull later on describes a mental condition known to the Qun that’s akin to autism and other development disorders, and she agrees that they likely are autistic. If Romanced: He likes just lying by her side, citing the same poems he knows by heart, staring up at the sky with her. She’s smiling, too, as she listens, knowing the poem by heart from repeated recitations as she holds his hand and looks up at the world beyond, so long as they’re there for each other.

Iron Bull: He’s met people like them. He figures it out after observing them, and he adapts accordingly. The Qun values people like them, especially if they have special interests, which are encouraged and honed for special jobs as adults. As a result, he respects them more at first. He accommodates them, and never asks them why they avoid eye contact or fidget or stim in any way. He informs the others what he thinks is different about them, and that’s about it. The man is also good at figuring out what they mean when they speak somewhat disorderly, as if words got jumbled before coming out, and often clarifies for the others. He’s a big source of help during the Winter Palace, getting them out of sight and letting them calm down or stim when overwhelmed. If Romanced: Sex with him is somewhat specialized, but fantastic– he figures out what they do and don’t like, and he works with it. Sometimes they just lay side-by-side, while he massages their muscles in just the way they like it, whispering sweet words of comfort at just the right tone for them, repeated and quiet.

Blackwall: He’s never encountered someone like them, so he thought, until Bull tells him that he likely has but never noticed. He’s not really sure how to go about them, so he just decides he’ll take it in stride and work with them. It works well, and they’re comfortable with each other. After he’s revealed to be Thom Rainier, they actually get over it pretty fast, regarding what he did as a Bad Thing, but he’s trying to make up for it, which they accept. If Romanced: He’s more worried than usual about going into romance with them, because he’s worried that if and when they find out who he is, she’ll have a meltdown, she’ll refuse to even look at him, what have you. He doesn’t want to break her heart. When the time comes, she’s having a meltdown, but not because of who he is– but because he’s in jail, and she desperately wants him to come home. When he finally does, he gets a scolding, but she forgives him. He decides that his new mission in life is making her safe and happy, like she made him.

Sera: She doesn’t care in the least– in fact, she likes it. She sort of relates to them, actually– to the point where she starts wondering if she’s autistic at all. She gives them all sorts of things and textures to fiddle with. She speaks at a level that doesn’t upset them (while she enjoys yelling and cheering and howling with laughter, she’ll take it down a notch for their sake) and will viciously prank anyone who gives them shit for their quirks. “It’s not like they can help it. It’s just who they are, and anyone who says otherwise can knob it.” If Romanced: The romance proceeds mostly like normal, though she doesn’t start yelling at her in the culminate scene when describing her nightmare, because she knows it will upset her. Instead, she avoids her, frustrated and trying to figure out how to describe what’s going on, and opts for writing it down. The Herald reads it, looks up at her, and frowns. “But I love you,” the she says, sounding a little hurt, “I’m sorry about the dream, but dreams are dreams. They don’t have to come true. I just want to be with you.” Sera’s heart melts, and tackles her with a kiss.

Varric: He’s very understanding and unfazed by their quirks, and isn’t surprised when Bull mentions they’re probably autistic. He just works with it, with who they are, and treats them like people, not just a weirdo. “So what if you’re a little different? That’s what makes you who you are, and you’re fine.” They like listening to him tell stories– his voice is nice and even and calm, which calms them down. Often they ask for the same few stories they like again and again, but Varric doesn’t mind– he’s happy to have an enraptured audience. He also suggests to them trying to write to get their thoughts out, to express themselves, and it helps.

Cole: He is of a LOT of help to the Inquisitor. He’s good at voicing how they’re feeling or what they’re thinking if they’re incapable in any way of doing so, as well as getting them things they need but don’t vocalize that they need. “They’re a little different in the way their thoughts work, but they think of new and wonderful things that most can’t. They are good the way they are.” He protests whenever they have to mask how they actually act, citing it as stressing them out and exhausting. He also knows exactly what textures, sounds, and tastes they do or don’t like, often bringing them things for stimming to calm them down or steering them away from offending stimuli, such as excessively bright lights or noise. If they have a special interest(s), he happily listens to them info-dump without getting remotely bored– it makes the Herald so happy, which makes him happy.

Vivienne: She was a little off-put by how they acted in her chateau at first, but she starts suspecting something isn’t normal about them aside from the mark. When Bull explains the disorder to her, she does research and quickly comes to agree with the diagnosis. She’s significantly more patient with them as a result, and she tries to coach them on talking to people. “Unfortunately for you, eye contact is a standard of Orlesian society,” she says, “if this is too difficult for you, try focusing your attention on a nose or intricate part of the mask. They’ll never tell the difference.” When it comes to fidgeting, she actually gets them a notebook and fancy quill, and advises them to play with the quill against the notebook when at parties– Orlesians will just think they’re working and admire it, while they can stim to some extent. She recognizes it’s part of who they are, and must be worked with instead of covered up.

Dorian: They get frustrated easily with social interaction, and if they recruit the mages, practically the whole time spent in future Redcliffe is them trying to not have a meltdown or sensory overload. He tries his best to keep them as calm as possible, but begins to think that maybe there’s more going on with them than just panic at their situation. Bull explains what he thinks is up with them, and Dorian buries himself in whatever information he can get about the disorder. He gets good at calming them down and using certain spells to numb certain sensations or noises, which greatly reduces their stress levels. If Romanced: He cringes, at first, when the Herald bluntly tells anyone who asks that he’s his boyfriend. They don’t understand at all why it should be hidden in any regard, and Dorian tries to explain his discomfort, or at least plans to– until he sees him positively glowing with joy and pride as he talks about him, and Dorian smiles and reconsiders. He really does love him, and Dorian knows it– and loves him back.

Solas: He’s seen memories of people somewhat like them in the Fade, being social outcasts, misunderstood and called stupid when they were anything but. He won’t treat them like that, and he strives to understand them and their disability to the best of his ability. If they don’t mind, he asks a lot of questions about how they feel and think. Often he listens to them info-dump about their special interest, if they have one, and sometimes they get embarrassed. He just encourages them to go on. If Romanced: Assuming Lavellan has a special interest of some sort, he starts taking her into the Fade, showing her old memories of anything related to what she’s interested in. He listens to her talk, happy and excited, and she thanks him with a kiss. “Ma serannas, ma vhenan!” she squeals. “No, I am the one who should be thanking you, Vhenan.” he replies with a chuckle and another kiss, soft and sweet.

Josephine: She notices their lack of tolerance for eye contact before any other symptoms, and while initially worried she did something wrong, the others explain the Herald’s unorthodox behaviors and tics. She, along with Vivienne, tries her best to coach them on talking and interacting with others. It’s not without hard work and tears and meltdowns on the Herald’s part, but they have relatively smooth sailing in the Winter Palace with their hard work. They’re absolutely exhausted after trying to act neurotypical, and she always feels so bad for them and tries to compensate them with something they like. She also cringes at their awful handwriting– it looks like chicken scratch on steroids– and figures out it’s due to poor eye-hand coordination. She also spends a lot of time trying to remedy this, even considering hiring a scribe to help them. If Romanced: They like listening to her just talk about her day, sometimes asking her to repeat stories again and again, old and new. They cuddle on the couch before the fireplace in their room while they cuddle, and Josephine is full of bliss.

Leliana: She’s unfazed by their unusual behavior and tics, and is remarkably patient with them. She likes it when they don’t hide it, because she can tell how they’re actually feeling and thinking most of the time when they don’t mask themselves. She sometimes gives them raven feathers that have fallen to the ground to the Herald for them to run their fingers along the smooth texture, which pleases them. It always brings a smile to her face to see them relax, even a little.

Cullen: You meet all sorts of people in the Circle, and autistic mages (and the occasional templar) were among them. He’s receptive to their sensitivities and needs, and accommodates them without complaint or so much as a second thought. He takes it all in stride, knowing that’s just how they are. When Bull tells him about autism, he just nods. “That explains a lot about a lot of different mages I’ve met over the years.” he remarks. If Romanced: She likes running her fingers through his hair, a sort of stim in and of itself, and he tolerates it, listening to her hum and chatter about the day’s events.

The Blessing

Choosing the ring had been difficult. His first instinct had been to go with red or pink, but she already wore enough of those. She’d always said she loved his eyes, but giving her a ring to match him seemed… possessive. Chloé-like. In the end, he went with sapphires, to match her eyes, flanked by smaller emeralds to show union.

Nino had asked him if he was sure he was ready. Stupid question. He’d been ready to propose to Marinette for years. He’d been ready to marry her for years.

There was just the matter of telling Ladybug.

Oh, he knew she’d approve. After all, if anyone could make her cat happy, she’d be all over that - if it weren’t for the identities getting in the way, she’d probably even offer to organize the wedding herself, because that was just who she was. The problem was the identity reveal. Adrien couldn’t live with himself if he didn’t tell Mari who he was. He couldn’t propose to her and lie to her. And that - well that was something he needed to speak to Ladybug about.

Bringing it up was awkward. He’d carried the ring with him for six patrols now, hidden in the pocket of his suit, waiting for him to work up the courage to ask for her blessing.

She finally caught on during the seventh. “You’ve been a bit spacey lately, Chaton,” she said as they finished their patrol atop Notre Dame Cathedral. “Is something wrong?”

Chat smiled ruefully and shook his head, his shaggy locks ruffling against his forehead. “Not at all, My Lady,” he said. “There’s just… I need to talk to you about something.”

Immediately, she sat down and looked up at him with eyes the exact same blue as the ring, reminding him of a thousand stolen glances, a thousand kisses under the night sky, a thousand hushed whispers of Marinette as he drowned in love for her, for the girl who’d once been his shy classmate and had blossomed into the powerful young woman who held his heart cradled between her hands.

“What’s up?” Ladybug said.

“It’s… my girlfriend,” Chat said.

“Oh no.” Ladybug covered her mouth with delicate fingers. “Did something happen?”

“No,” Chat said. “I just…” He reached into his pocket and produced the ring, gemstones glinting in the starlight.

Ladybug took the ring between her fingers, staring at it, enraptured. “It’s beautiful,” she breathed.

Chat nodded. “She’s… she’s everything to me,” he said. “She is the strongest, smartest, most…” He sniffed. “She has so much passion,” he said. “So much life. And I would give anything to be able to share in that life.”

Ladybug laid a hand on Chat’s shoulder. “I know,” she said. “You’ve talked about her before. She sounds… incredible.” If Chat didn’t know better, he’d have sworn he saw Ladybug crying. “When are you planning to propose?”

“I don’t know yet,” Chat said. “I needed… to ask you something first.”


“I need to ask for permission to tell her who I am.”

Ladybug stared at him, then swallowed. “Chat…” she whispered. “You know why we can’t.”

“I know.” Chat’s chin dropped to his chest. “I know it’s a risk, telling her. But… I can’t keep any secrets from her. Not anymore. If it’s risky… then I’ll just have to take that risk.”

“It sounds like you really love her,” Ladybug whispered.

“More than anything.”

She stared away from him, down at the ground. He wasn’t sure what she was staring at. “I…” she began, then stopped. “Are you sure about this?”

He nodded.

She pursed her lips. “If you really want to tell her… you have my blessing.”

Chat leaped up and lifted her into a crushing hug, tears racing down his cheeks. “Thank you, My Lady,” he said.

When he’d finally put her back on her feet again, she stepped back. “So,” she said. “How are you planning to propose?”

Chat smirked. The hard part was over. Now for the fun part. “Like this.”

Green light ran up his body, releasing the leather catsuit and replacing it with the shirt that Marinette had always loved on him, and the scarf that she didn’t think he knew she’d made. He dropped down on one knee, holding the ring out. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” he said solemnly. “Will you make me the happiest cat in Paris?”

Ladybug stared at him, frozen in shock.

He bit his lip. Shit. Had he gone too far?

“It’s me,” she whispered. “It’s… you love both of me.”

Adrien nodded. “Since the day we met.”

“How long have you known?”

“Six months,” Adrien said. “You talk in your sleep.”

She kept staring at him, her breath hitching, and he waited, frozen, still on one knee. Had he misjudged it? Did she not -

Pink light. Everything was pink.

And suddenly Ladybug was gone, and there was his girlfriend, pulling him to his feet and into the most soul-wrenching, toe-warming, lip-biting kiss he’d ever had.

Fifteen seconds. Three heartbeats. Adrien could have sworn he’d died right then, because everything that happened after that HAD to be heaven.

She pulled away and looked him right in the eyes. “Yes,” she said, her mascara running down her cheeks. “Yes I will marry you, Adrien Agreste.”

Adrien’s smile could have powered every light in Paris.

Mates, part 1 - Theo Raeken (*SMUT*)

summary: Y/N and Theo always teased each other when  until one day they decided to do something useful with it.

Warning: Sexual content ( I did’nt hold back this time so be carefull hahaha)if you don’t feel comfortable don’t read, and my grammar in English is terrible sorry for the mistakes, have fun

The house was crowded it was even hard to walk in the middle of so many people, a loud music played in the background people drinking, dancing and talking without stopping, I was going down the stairs trying to find some friend of mine, it was  difficult, they must be in some corner eating each outher.Suddenly I feel someone pulling my arm.

“Hey and Y/N”

“Theo! Finally I found someone I know in this place”

"You look hot baby girl”

I approached Theo and held the collar of his jacket coming closer with my lips almost touching to his.

“I know, did you like it, baby?”

Theo put his hand on my waist and gave me a strong hug.

“Yeah I liked it, I can already imagine how the lingerie is underneath”

“And who told you that there was something underneath?” I whispered into Theo’s ear and began to kiss his neck.

“Baby girl give me a reason not to go to bedroom rigth now”

Theo pulled my hair lightly making me look back at him, I could feel his breath from so close that we were.

“I don’t have one”

 So I let go of him and pulled him by the hand as I went up the stairs, unlocked my bedroom door, Then when we got in and closed the door Theo pressed me against the wall and started kissing me, his tongue entered my mouth desperately and I gave him every permission in the world to do it, I helped him take off his jacket and then I took off his shirt.

“You’re fucking hot.” I said as I ran my hand over his abdomen, he tried to take off my dress and I stopped him.

“Dear if I’m not wearing anything underneath I’m already at a disadvantage”

Theo smiled and kissed my neck again, I unbuttoned his pants and soon he was on the floor, so he ripped off my dress and pulled me onto his lap, my arms wrapped around his neck and my legs tangled around his waist, he put his hands on my thighs giving me support and was leading us towards my bed, he laid me down and knelt facing me and looked at my body, every part of it, as if he wanted to memorize.

“Look at you princess, you’ve been teasing me for a long time”

I looked innocent as if I didn’t know what he was talking about, which was a lie, every opportunity I had I would do anything to provoke him and he would provoke back, it was always like this, but nothing ever happened between us.

“Hum baby girl, I want to eat you so bad”

Theo approached me and gave me kisses on my collarbone descending to my breasts, he kissed one while massaging the other and soon lowered the kisses to my belly and my v line, he stopped kissing my body and looked at me smiling then I could feel his breath close to my sex, but then he changed course and kissed my right thigh, so he took a bite and asked.

“Do you want it babe? Do you want me to eat you? “

"Theo please”

“Please, what baby girl? I can’t give you what you want if I don’t know what you want, speak ”

“Fuck Theo eat me now, please”

“As you wish princess”

Theo gave a kiss on top of my sex and then with both hands he grabbed my thighs and separated them even more giving full access to him, by this time I was already a moaning mess, he was so good at what he was doing and I know he knew it, his tongue was going through all my sex, he would go through my entrance and then he would come back to my clit, I would pull his hair while moaning and when I was close to cum Theo stopped his movements.

“Do you want to taste yourself babe? You are delicious, come here. ”

Theo pulled me to sit on his thighs and gave me a warm kiss, his tongue intertwined with mine with insatiable strength, so I finally pushed him into bed, and now I was on top, I smiled at him and kissed his neck leaving a hickey that soon left.

“It’s sad that I can’t mark you, you’d look even more beautiful with my marks,” I said to Theo while I was playing with the bar of his underwear, then I kissed his V line and began to lower my kisses along with the boxer, he was naked just like me.

“And now yes we are even big wolf”

Then I kissed his mouth again as my hand went to his cock, and as I wrapped it Theo moan in my mouth and I smiled. I sat on top of Theo’s legs and then came close to his sex.

“Baby girl … don’t start what you can’t finish”

I kissed his cock and then I started licking just the tip like a cat.

Theo pulled me by my hair and said.

“Enough to tease me for one day”

Then I was lying on the bed again and he began to penetrate me slowly.

“You don’t have to be sweet to me Theo, I like rough”

“Fuck, I’m going to fuck you all night princess, I’ll make you cum again and again until the sun comes from your bedroom window.”

Theo increased the speed of his thrusts and increased strength as well, everything I could to was moan his name, he was the best fuck I had ever had, he fit perfectly.

“Theo fuck me, fuck hard, I want more”

“Fuck princess, your voice will make me cum.”

“Please theo don’t stop, I’m close”

Then the famous sensation struck me and I entered a state of wonderful relaxation, my hands were tugging at her hair and my legs around her waist, a few more thrusts and I could feel Theo cumming inside me as he bit my neck and stuffed his nails around my waist, it was so hard that it made my neck bleed with the bite, so I pulled him by his hair and bit his mouth until it bleed.

“You’ll heal Y / N.” He smiled at my little revenge and licked the blood from my neck, that was just the first round of a long night.

A/N: Yes I will make a part two



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This isn’t all of it, there will be more!
And I am not sure how regularly I can draw and update this, so we’ll see. I yet don’t have a name for the Story I am thinking about, but I will come up with something..

But have this first 5 Pages.

Its kind of out of context I know, but just Imagine a re..regular day in the Camp, and David suggest a thing! A fun activity or something!
But no one really had a good day, especially Max.

So what does he do? He says very mean stuff to David. As always.

And you know what? For the FIRST time, David actually snaps.
For the first time the border is crossed.