↳He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, hot kid who made girls go weak in the knees. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also never gotten involved with anything concerning him. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.
This scene made me so mad. I was so furious because Clay wanted to stay, but she kept telling him to leave so he respected her. She said “get the fuck out,” when he was trying to help. I’m so sad because he regretted not saying “I love you” and not leaving Hannah. It makes me mad how Hannah says on the tape, she wishes he tried asking to stay one more time, but come on, YOU said you wanted him to leave. You could’ve said stay. You could’ve asked him to just sit there and have silence. He was there for her and it makes me upset how she didn’t really realize it. This just fucked me up and I’m so frustrated with the outcome.
Thanks for reading if you did. I just wanted to ramble cuz it’s been on my mind for too long.
By rewatching The Blade of Marmora for the billionth time, I finally came to terms with something that had been bothering me since VLD season two dropped on Netflix.
Take a look at this broken, shattered little thing. His father just gave him an ultimatum: “If you go out that door, you’ll never find out who you are.”
The one above is the moment right after, when Keith decides that saving the life of many is more important than knowing the truth about his past, more important than having a talk with his father, more important than seeing his mom – probably for the very first time.
That’s the look he gave him, the “I’m sorry, I have no other choice” look. He said: “Goodbye, father,” but did not shed a tear, and that’s what I’ve finally come to terms with.
His eyes are full of sadness and yet so firm; it looks like he’s about to cry, but he doesn’t. Why is that? Because he’s one hell of a person, a great paladin, and would make an even greater leader, that’s why [read this too for further analysis].
He must stay strong. He can’t crumble. Not now.
He put himself last and gave up on the sole occasion he had to discover who he really is, pushing aside the horror of the nightmares he had been experiencing for days. He was probably close to his limit, but for the sake of others – strangers, to be precise –, he opened that friggin’ door. Crying? Maybe later.
He’ll never know who he really is, he’ll never know what that blade means to him [“I know who I am. We all need to work together to defeat Zarkon. If that means I give up this knife, fine. Take it,” he then said, handing the blade over to the Galras], he’ll never meet his mom and Shiro had just abandoned him, saying the worst things to him, but Keith still went: “I have to go, there’s people who need me out there.”
Y’all should seriously reconsider the idea of Keith as the worst leader for Voltron, ‘cause he’s been able to put himself last in order to do what was right. I’m still enraged we didn’t get a proper aftermath (join my ranting here), but now that Shiro is gone again, I guess it will be hard not to fall into pieces. As of now, nobody knows what Keith’s been through out there.
We all have that one person we’d stay up late for. Only them. Why? Because they’re the only person who can make you smile through a text. The only person who gives you genuine butterflies. The only person you’d lose sleep for.
Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.
Parts: 1 2 3 4 5
AN:SO I though this was going to be the last part BUT it’s not, I’m so sorry but the next part definitely will and again I’m so sorry for the wait, things had been a little rough at school with exams and just life *ugh* but I hope you enjoy this!
“Hey, what’s wrong man?” Taehyung asked worriedly, as Jimin sat down in front of him, his head buried in his hands as he let out a long sigh.
It had been a couple days since he’d last seen you, and honestly it was destroying him. Every day he’d go to Jieun’s preschool, expecting to see you there, but you weren’t.
But in all honesty, even if you were, he didn’t know what he’d do. What would he say to you after what happened? Would he act like it never happened? Would he bring it up? Would you bring it up?
“I–” he started before grumbling, “I just don’t know what to do Taehyung-ah.”
Prying Jimin’s hands away from his face, Taehyung looked at the boy and teased, “It’d be easier for me to help if you told me what’s actually going on.”
Jimin gave him a look, before sighing again and spilling out everything that happened in the last 3 weeks. From the day he met you,m to the club incident and to last Friday, to where Jimin had messed up big time.
“So you were about to kiss her and then you just..didn’t?” Taehyung asked in disbelief, “Are you freaking crazy? Why?!
"I–” Jimin exasperated before taking a breath, “I couldn’t do that to her.”
He stirred the small spoon he held in his coffee cup as he continued, “I didn’t want to because she deserves someone much more than me. She doesn’t deserve to be held back with someone who’s a single father and–”
“Did she say that?” Taehyung interrupted softly making Jimin look up at him with widened eyes.
“Did she say she didn’t want to be with you? Because I think it’s up to her whether she thinks you’re deserving or not and in all honesty man? You’re hell of a good guy.” Taehyung finished, with a proud smile on his face.
“Just look at the way you raised Jieun. She’s one of the most beautiful kids I know and the sweetest too? Why? Because of you.” Taehyung said softly, making Jimin chuckle, “Even after Herim left you, you still stayed strong. Why wouldn’t she deserve you?”
❝ What are you doing here? ❞
❝ You must go. Save yourself. Only you can resurrect me. ❞
❝ By eating the sacred scarabs, I would be cursed to stay alive forever. And by eating me, they were cursed just the same. ❞
❝ I knew this was gonna be a lousy day. ❞
❝ Personally, I would like to surrender. Why can we not just surrender? ❞
❝ Then let’s run away. Right now. While we can still make it. ❞
❝ Now gimme your revolver, you’ll never use it anyway. ❞
❝ Let’s play dead, huh? Nobody ever does that anymore. ❞
❝ What are ya doing?! Wait up! ❞
❝ I’m gonna get you for this! ❞
❝ I’m sorry, it was an accident. ❞
❝ Have you no respect for the dead? ❞
❝ Where did you get this? ❞
❝ Two questions. Who the hell is Seti the First? And was he rich? ❞
❝ As the Americans would say: it’s all fairy tales and hokum. ❞
❝ I’m sure it was a fake, anyway. ❞ ❝ You lied to me! ❞ ❝ I lie to everybody, what makes you so special? ❞ ❝ And what is he in prison for? ❞ ❝ He said… he was just looking for a good time. ❞ ❝ What did you find? What did you see? ❞ ❝ Get me the hell outta here. ❞ ❝ I will give you one hundred pounds to spare his life. ❞ ❝ Yeah, I’d like ya to let me go. ❞ ❝ Then we will kill her, we will kill her and all those with her. ❞ ❝ For all the money we’re paying you, something better god-damned well be under that sand. ❞ ❝ Do you really think he’ll show up? ❞ ❝ Personally, I think he’s filthy, rude and a complete scoundrel. I don’t like him one bit. ❞ ❝ I have come to protect my investment, thank you very much. ❞ ❝ I only gamble with my life, never my money. ❞
❝ What makes you so confident, sir? ❞ ❝ Sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya. ❞ ❝ Still angry that I kissed ya, huh? ❞ ❝ The last time I was at that place everybody I was with died.
❞ ❝ By the way,… why did you kiss me? ❞ ❝ You always did have more balls than brains. ❞ ❝ Can you swim? ❞ ❝ Americans. ❞ ❝ I can’t believe the price of these fleabags. ❞ ❝ All night you snored!
❞ ❝ What in bloody hell is this? ❞ ❝ Ah, begging your pardon, but shouldn’t we be going? ❞ ❝ You boys owe me five hundred dollars. ❞ ❝ Where’d all these camels come from? ❞ ❝ That thing gives me the creeps. ❞
❝ What are those mirrors for? ❞ ❝ Who cares? I don’t see no treasure. ❞ ❝ You’re welcome to my share of the spider webs. ❞ ❝ Mummies, my good son, this is where they made the mummies. ❞ ❝ Ya scared the bejeezus out of us. ❞ ❝ I’ve had worse. ❞ ❝ Let’s be nice, children, if we’re going to play together, we must learn to share. ❞ ❝And when those dirty Yanks go to sleep – No offence. ❞ ❝ We’ll sneak up and steal that book right out from under them. ❞ ❝ What do you suppose killed him? ❞ ❝ I believe if I can see it and I can touch it, then it’s real. That’s what I believe. ❞ ❝ Why do you like to fight so much? ❞ ❝ LEAVE THIS PLACE!… LEAVE THIS PLACE DIE! ❞ ❝ For them to protect it like this, you just know there’s got to be treasure down there. ❞ ❝ …I am a librarian! ❞
❝ I can’t believe I allowed the two of you to get me drunk. ❞ ❝ You dream about dead guys? ❞ ❝ Stupid superstitious bastard. ❞ ❝ Oh my god, he was buried alive. ❞ ❝ What are you going to do? Shoot him? ❞ ❝ Did you see that!? Grasshoppers! Billions of grasshoppers! ❞ ❝ That’s one of the plagues, right? The grasshopper plague! ❞ ❝ Oh thank goodness, you’re one of the Americans, aren’t you? ❞ ❝ RUN, YOU SONS-A-BITCHES! RUUUUN! ❞ ❝ Help me,… please,… help me. ❞ ❝ No mortal weapons can kill this creature. He is not of this world. ❞ ❝ You left me! You left me in the desert to rot. ❞ ❝ Sweet Jesus! That tasted just like,…like… ❞ ❝ You saved me from the undead. For this, I shall make you immortal. ❞ ❝ There’s only one person I know who can possibly give us some answers. ❞
❝ And you think this justifies killing innocent people!? ❞ ❝ Okay, let’s cut to the chase. He’s afraid of cats, what’s that about? ❞ ❝ The hell with that! I’m not goin’ nowhere! We’re safe here. ❞ ❝ What friend? You’re my only friend. ❞ ❝ What are you looking for? Lie, and I’ll slit your throat. ❞ ❝ Something about bringing his dead girly-friend back to life. He needs the book… ❞ ❝ Ya know, ever since I met you, my luck has been for crap. ❞ ❝ The hell with this. I’m goin, downstairs to get me a drink. You want somethin’? ❞ ❝ Yeah, get me a glass of bourbon, a shot of bourbon and a bourbon chaser. ❞ ❝ Jealous? You kiddin’ me? Did you see that guy’s face? ❞ ❝ Is it dangerous? ❞ ❝ Save the damsel in distress, kill the bad guy and steal his treasure. ❞ ❝ You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself, always get their comeuppance. ❞ ❝ From now on, don’t touch anything. Not a damn thing. Keep your hands off the furniture, got it? ❞ ❝ He wants your heart and your brain, your liver, your kidneys… ❞
❝ I never killed a priest before. ❞ ❝ Kill them! Kill them all! And bring me the Book Of The Living! ❞ ❝ This just keeps gettin, better and better. ❞ ❝ Death is only the beginning. ❞ ❝ Well,… I guess we go home empty handed. ❞
That question had been resonating in
Harry’s mind for the past 12 hours and, despite having very logical
reasoning behind it, he was finding it increasingly hard not to break
down and buy two more plane tickets. His daughter was very good at
persuasion, especially when she was upset, and every cry that came
from her lips lessened Harry’s resolve immensely.
But, you both had decided that this
particular trip was going to be one that you and your daughter sat
out of. Harry was only going to be gone for four days and the weather
forecast for New York wasn’t great; it was just as easy for you to
keep yourself and your daughter at home in London while Harry made
the trek, instead of having to lug both yourselves and tons of extra
warm clothing in case you got stuck there for a few extra days.
Every other trip that Harry had made in
the four years since your daughter had been born, he had made with
the two of you in tow; his schedule was flexible and sparse enough
that adding two extra bodies on a week long trip to LA wasn’t a big
deal. When he had gone on tour for six months, he had brought you
with him; there was no way he was going away that long and leaving
the two loves in his life at home. Your daughter was now used to
being a little jetsetter with daddy and felt quite special whenever
she got to fly in a plane and get “important” orange juice from
the flight attendant in a big-girl cup. You weren’t sure exactly what
her reaction would be in learning that she would be left behind with
you on this trip, but you figured it wouldn’t be good.
You opted to keep the news under wraps
until as close to Harry’s departure time as you could, just to avoid
long, drawn out meltdowns if that were the case. The afternoon
before, you and Harry sat down with her when she was in a good mood
(fed, not in need of a nap and happily playing with toys) and told
her that daddy was going to have to go away for a few days, but that
she would have to stay home with you. Her face immediately dropped in
confusion; this was unheard of, why would daddy be going away without
her? You ALWAYS went with him when he travelled.
“Why can’t I come with you?” she
“Daddy’s only going for a few days
and it’s going to be cold there,” he tried to explain, “You and
mummy wouldn’t have any fun.”
“But I want to come!”
“I know you do, love, but I promise
you’ll be so much happier staying here. You wouldn’t see daddy lots
anyway; he’s got a lot of boring meetings to go to with Uncle Jeff,” Harry explained, crinkling his nose.
“If it’s boring, why don’t you stay
here with me and mummy and Uncle Jeff can go by himself?” she argued.
it was fuzzy when he woke, the morning sunlight all blurry and making everything seem so damn surreal. amidst the bits of floating dust in the heavy streams of sunlight and the way the sheets were burning deep red, hit by sunlight from several angles, it had alec feel like he hadn’t woken up yet.
but something had woken him, this insistent tugging at his consciousness, this thing pulling him back into reality and so he listened to it. blinking bleary eyes as he squinted and his eyes roamed the room, finally coming to rest magnus standing in front of the full body mirror. it was angled so he couldn’t see magnus’s face, all he could see was his broad back and shoulders, all lit up orange at the edges. alec’s eyelids dipped, sunspots from the brightness making everything even more blurry. but it started to click when he opened them back up.
magnus was dressed, a deep red dress shirt tight against the muscles of his back, a dark waistcoat on top of it, and his arms were moving, the slow shift of fabric indicating that he was tying a tie. it took a little while to register but soon enough alec realized that magnus was getting ready and that he didn’t know what time it was.
“magnus…” he rasped out, his voice thick with sleep as he moved under the deep red sheets, trying to reach out to find his phone and figure out what time it was. “did i sleep in? are we late?” he managed to clear his throat before he said it but he still sounded exhausted and that was confirmed when he fumbled, his phone dropping down onto the rug.
Words: 1318 Pairing: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader Featuring: Tony Stark, Steve Rogers Warnings: kinda cliche af Requested by @betty234 “ Hey! I Saw your requests are open. Could you please write a Tony Stark x reader, or maybe Peter Parker x reader one shot, with the whole soulmate au where they have tattoos that symbolizes each other and he already likes her. Thank you so much” Summary: In this world, soulmates are strange. The tattoos only appear after you have officialy met your soulmate; meaning some people never get theirs. They can also change what they look like depending on what is going on during the day. When your tattoo gets mistaken for a hickey, you have to explain what’s going on, but only find out it is much deeper then you could have ever imagined. Authors Note: i havent actually written a soulmate au before, so this was fun! After the april fools joke today, I thought it would be a good idea to post a real imagine xD
“Hey, Steve,” You sing-songed as you walked into the common room where the American flag himself was sitting. “I have a question for you.”
“Shoot, kiddo,” Steve put down the book he was reading and listened to what you had to say.
You showed Steve your computer. “I’m learning about World War Two…”
Steve laughed, “You know my experience was much different than what they might be asking you.”
You shrugged and agreed with him, but hearing his stories of those days were always interesting. “I actually had to help Peter with this topic last month,” Steve nodded, and your face turned to confusion. You didn’t really know many people your age, considering you’ve been homeschooled all your life. It was just easier for your father to keep track of you by having you home all the time, and it became much easier once the Avengers became a thing. “You know, Spider-Boy. Your dad is always helping him out with his powers.”
“Oh, right! The one that’s always super awkward around me,” You nodded, a little laugh following. You scratched your neck, moving everything ever-so-slightly out of place to reveal what was on your neck.
“Hey! What the hell is that?” Steve moved your hair out of the way and turned your neck so he could see what was hiding. “Oh thank goodness, it’s not a hickey. I would have killed you!”
haii!! can you pleasepleaseplease do a friends to lover with I.M?? + i lovE all your monsta x scenarios (actually, all of your scenarios are love) like the way you write them is just so cute, reading them make my heart flutter every time asdfghj thank you in advance! ♡
you and changkyun work at the same hole in the wall cafe that literally like fifteen people know of at best and you guys are the only two baristas??? and it’s like,,,,,,,,
at first it was kind of awkward but it turns out you guys are two goofballs who always play the weirdest music when the boss isn’t around and make faces at each other when the only customers aren’t paying attention
and basically you guys click,,,,,like super well,,,,,,,
plus you see each other three days a week for nine hours sooo it’s hard not to bond
so it’s no shock you guys end up liking each other enough to hangout even when you don’t have shifts,,,,,,and you know get to know more about each other
and it’s one morning when you’re coming in to open the cafe and usually changkyun meets you at the door but??? today he’s not around so you just shrug and assume he called off work,,,,but that’s weird because he would have texted you about it
and as you walk in you start putting all the chairs down and writing the menu on the chalkboard when suddenly you go behind the register and almost jump so high you hit the ceiling because,,,,,,,,,
there’s changkyun,,,,,,curled up into a ball,,,,,,,under the counter
and you can tell it’s him by the top of his head and the fact that he’s got what looks like a freaking hello kitty blanket thrown over him
and you’re like uHH CHANGKYUN???? and he wakes up so suddenly he bangs his head on the top of counter and is like OW oh my GOD why did you YELL
and you’re like because dummy you’re ??? sleeping under the freaking register????? of the cafe?????? we work at??????
and he finally crawls his long body from underneath and stands up,, rubbing his head
and you notice he’s still wearing his apron from work and you’re like???? changkyun what’s going on???? did you drink too much and just pass out here or are you,,,,,,,,
and you look up at you friend and can see the dark shadow over his expression and you’re like,,,,oh my god changkyun,,,did you get kicked out????
and he just tries to laugh but it’s so obviously strained and he’s like don’t worry!!!! but you’re like changkyun,,,,,you can’t live in here,,,,,,,
and he’s like why not,,,,,i have everything!! my bed under the counter and unlimited coffee!!!
and you know he’s making a joke but you frown and you’re like “dude,,,,,,you need to shower and sleep not curled up like that ok? you can stay at my place until you figure stuff out.”
and changkyun throws up his hands as if to say he couldn’t do that but you shove one of the muffins from the display case into his mouth and you’re like “don’t argue. eat this, and let’s open up the cafe.”
and for the rest of the day you don’t bring it up and neither does changkyun and,,,,,,finally at closing you’re like “do you have to pick something up from your house?” and he’s shaking his head and shows you that he’s already got all his stuff in his duffel bag and as you’re on the subway you’re like seriously changkyun,,,,,you could just tell me you needed somewhere to crash,,,,i thought we were close
and changkyun shrugs and mumbles that he couldn’t even tell his other friends,,,,,,not even jooheon or shownu,,,,,,and you wonder what happened but don’t try to pry
and when you guys are finally in your apartment you let changkyun borrow some blankets and stuff for the couch and you’re like ill make some tea
and when you hand changkyun the cup you sit down beside him and it’s silent,,,,,,until suddenly changkyun puts the cup down and apologizes out of the blue
and you’re like ?????? what are you on now i said it’s fi-
but he shakes his head and he’s like “no, im sorry for not telling you i needed help. for not trusting you. you’re important to me, i - i didn’t want to look like something less in your eyes” and you’re like ?????? something less what does that mean we’re friend changk-
but when changkyun’s eyes meet yours you stop and changkyun is like “that’s the thing, i don’t want us to be just friends forever and who’d want to date some loser who got kicked out of house?”
the usually gleeful, playful changkyun is gone and now you’re seeing his serious side, his deep voice dropping even lower and,,,,,the words he’s saying,,,,,,,, “date some loser” ,,,,,, it takes you a moment
and you set your own cup down that’s began to shake in your hand and you’re like “i didn’t know,,,,,,that’s how you felt.” and changkyun shrugs,,,,,trying to act like he didn’t just drop that on you,,,,,and he’s like “i know,,,,but im sorry. again. you don’t have to feel the same way and i get it if you want me to lea-”
but before he gets up, you put your hand on his and changkyun looks back at you and you’re like “let me finish, i didn’t know that’s how you felt but you don’t know how i feel either. you don’t let the people important to you sleep under counters changkyun.” and he,,,,,,,kind of twitches a bit because,,,,,,are you joking around or-
and you can see that hesitation so you prove him wrong by pushing him gently down onto the couch and climbing into his lap and letting your mouth find his and changkyun,,,,,
changkyun only gasps before you kiss him and then it’s almost like reflex,,,,he pulls you down closer
and when’s all said and done,, you find the blanket you’d brought out and throw it over you and changkyun and changkyun is like “oh,,,,are we going to,,,,,,,-” and you’re like “since you’re a guest in my house i need to make sure you’re warm. ill stay here to make sure of just that.”
and you cuddle into his chest and changkyun is like legit seeing stars but he’s also like “this is better than under the counter” and you’re like oh my god changkyun go to sleep we work tomorrow you do remember right?
I wonder if the reason why Rebecca Sugar is so comparatively loose with her team is because she watched her old boss, Pendleton Ward, quit the industry to escape the stress. He fought tooth and nail to get Adventure Time made, too, but bailed halfway into it’s run and before Bravest Warriors could reappear.
I mean, we all love bringing up Adventure Time as an example of staying far more on point with animation, but Pen did openly admit to being so stressed out that he had to leave the show, and Rebecca was a key member of AT’s creative team during that time.
Her mentality may be more that she’s trying to make the difficult work as easy as possible for herself and her crew by being as flexible as possible.
If that is the case, that may be why Sugar and her crew take offense to or ignore our criticisms over the lack of model sheet, inconsistencies in scaling, and open-ended writing. It may come off as less “please work harder to make it a better show” and instead as “work yourselves half to death or it’s not worth trying.”
HEY GUYS so I really wanted to write a smut but there is no plot so whatever is just smut and I wanted to write something like the last scene of 7x01 of TWD and I did it! I hope you like it, and remember English is not my first language and this is my first TWD smut
Warnings: smut and language
Gif is obviously not mine
The past few hours in watch duty had been kind of a torture for me. I’ve been trying to control this since I’ve learned what it actually is. We grew up together, we’ve seen a lot of nasty things together and suddenly we were at the age of awkwardness and hormones and, apparently, mine decided to show up. I’ve been trying to convince myself that he would never agree with this and even if he did it wasn’t a good idea. It would do us no good. Well an orgasm would, though.
Here in Alexandria they have lots of books so I’ve been reading a lot, especially about biology – my favorite class in school – and recently I read about menstrual cycle and sexuality, there is this period when women are ready to get pregnant and that’s when you only want sex. For the past few months I’ve been trying to convince myself that I just want Carl because of this annoying period and he’s the only interesting boy around.
Sometimes I have this feeling that our friendship has changed in a certain way. I think it’s because of the hormones, but we’re touchier and even occasionally flirty. He has this habit of holding the back of my neck whenever we hug each other, or when I’m mad at something he rubs my shoulder or my back, he plays with my hair brushing his long and cold fingers against my ears and neck and sometimes he whispers something to me and I can’t stand that. The hot breath, that amazing voice, the way he says my name. Oh, man! I was losing it.
I felt ridiculous every time Carl popped in my head or whenever I decided to touch myself he would always wind up in my dirty little thoughts.
“(Y/N), you can go. It’s my shift now.” I hear Spencer say.
“Oh and uh… Carol asked me to tell you she’s taking lunch to Rick’s place.”
I nodded and left. Great, I’m having one of those crazy moments and I’m heading straight to the danger. You can do this. I took a deep breath and knocked. I heard laughs from inside and that made me happy because we were doing fine here, we were adapting at last.
Carl opened the door while holding Judith and gave me a smile.
“Come in, (Y/N)” Oh please Carl not today don’t say my name.
The smell of whatever Carol cooked was amazing and she was sitting next to Daryl and they were gazing each other with such warmth, in a cozy and even romantic way. I wanted them to be together but right now it just made me want to turn around and look in Carl’s eye.
We sat down, ate and talked about the most random things. We talked about things we did before the apocalypse, we laughed at things that happened to us and we just enjoyed each other’s company. Don’t think that’s gonna happen again in anytime soon tough.
Then I felt a hand touch my thigh lightly, I closed my eyes trying to keep it together because from where it was coming it had to be Carl’s. I looked at him and he was still paying attention to Glenn, who was telling something very newsworthy because Carl and a few other people in the table were concentrated. He caressed my thigh going down my knee and squeezed a bit and took his hand off. Like doing that was only a reflex, part of a routine. I don’t know if he hadn’t noticed or if he was just pretending to make me confuse.
Later in the same day he did that terrible/delicious massage in my sore shoulders. We offered to wash the dishes, so after lunch everybody went back to their normal activities, and when we were done I made a stupid joke about the amount of plates and forks and sighed. He must’ve gotten that as a complaint because he said “relax” and then came behind the chair I was sitting and pushed my hair aside. His hands were soft and steady, it felt great but I couldn’t let him carry on with this. I placed my hands on top of his and turned my head around.
“Does it bother you?” If he only knew what it actually does to me.
“It’s not that. I just – I should probably get going.” I stood up and he held my arm. I don’t know why, honestly I do know, but when he did that I instantly approached him, looking at his lips. I was unsure if I wanted him to notice or not. If I wanted him to do something about it or just ignore the fact that I was staring at his lips wanting them so badly I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.
“Stay. We can go upstairs and read comics if you like.”
I can’t, not anymore. “I don’t wanna read comics, Carl.” I tried my best to make the sentence self explanatory and bit my lip.
“Do you – uh, wanna go upstairs then?” He clearly wasn’t expecting my reaction but he didn’t step back.
“Yes. Yes, I do.”
He was obviously holding a grin but I didn’t care. He grabbed my hand and led me to his room. The walk was kind of awkward and very silent. When we finally got to his room he closed the door and came towards me. He cupped my face and kissed me tenderly, he was nervous, I could tell. I placed one hand in his chest and the other one in his hair, it was so soft. The kiss was a little sloppy because this was our first kiss ever, I guess. It was amazing though, I just wasn’t sure of what to do so I followed my gut and I believe so did he.
He lowered his hands to my waist and gripped it. I let out a needy sigh and I feel my cheeks hot in embarrassment. I took the hem of his shirt in my hands and lift it, breaking the kiss.
“Are you sure about this?”
I ripped his shirt off and then my own. Carl looked at my breasts like they were a masterpiece, probably because he had never seen breasts before but it made me feel great anyways. I searched for his lips once again and this time he was more confident so his tongue was more demanding. He caressed my back lightly with the tip of his fingers making me shiver. I pull him closer to get some friction and I finally feel his boner and this time I moan in both pleasure and excitement.
Carl lays me down on the bed and kneels between my legs. He kissed my lower abdomen and came up, kissing my breasts still covered by the bra and my collarbone. When he got to my neck he gave me a hickey, probably wanting to mark me down as his and that turned me on so much I wanted to mark him too. He unclasped my bra and pulled it out so fast I didn’t even see what happened to it. Now he was finally looking to my breasts and he blinked a couple of times and said “Is it okay if I…?”
"Go for it.”
He grinned and caught one of them in his hand and massaged it. I had no idea that I was going to like Carl sucking my breast so much, when I felt his mouth on my nipple I was already in heaven, but when he sucked it was something else entirely. I wasn’t able to restrain my moans this time, they were a little loud.
Desperate for a kiss I pulled his hair to bring his head up, he moaned this time and I smiled in the kiss. I took off his belt and once I moved to the zipper his hand shakes a little while I brushed my hand in his arousal more than the necessary to open a zipper on purpose. Carl helped me with the jeans, picked a little package – probably a condom – and looked back at me only in his underwear and I couldn’t help but to look. I must’ve done something pretty greedy and ridiculously embarrassing because he had a huge smirk in his face.
"Shut up.” I said and the smirk became wider.
He took my shorts off and just stood there staring at me like I was his muse or something. I can’t say that I didn’t like it because I loved it but I felt a little uncomfortable. I am confident but suddenly realization of what we were doing and how I was in front of him hit me and I blushed. That didn’t stop me though, my cheeks were burning but so was the wetness between my thighs and I thought that was more important so I wiggled my hips against Carl’s to wake him up and it worked out exactly like I was expecting.
Carl touched the waistband of my underwear and looked at me again asking permission, I guess. Then I lifted my butt of the mattress so he could take the underwear easily and he did.
Carl gazed at my entire body and sighed and mumbled to himself “Finally we’re doing this.”
I felt butterflies in my belly and I smile, like an innocent virgin girl – which I am. I wasn’t the only one after all.
Carl did a trail of kisses from my neck to my lips and rubbed his thumb against my folds; I moaned and rolled my hips against his hand wanting more of that new contact. He smiled in the kiss, and I loved it. Actually I was loving every single moment of it. Carl slipped a finger inside me and curled it and took it off. Then he tried again, this time with two fingers. “Ah, Carl…” I groaned and mellow. My hands were gripping his shoulders for balance or control, I’m not sure, I just thought that if I let go I would fall.
His hand were all over me making me shiver, his kisses weren’t sloppy anymore, and knowing that he wanted this too just made me feel better, maybe wetter too but that’s another case and he won’t be hearing about it.
He positioned himself to my entrance and gave me the look again, I nodded biting my bottom lip. Carl grabbed my thighs and spread them. He glanced to my core and licked his lips. That was so delicious to watch, it was kind of porn but it turned me on so much. He picked the condom and put it on. He pulled me down and I felt his tip in my entrance and rolled my hips to it. I wanted him to know how badly I wanted this, how horny he made me.
"Tell me if it hurts too much, okay?” So thoughtful, so gorgeous. I closed my eyes and nodded. Then I felt it inside me and I couldn’t hold back the almost musical moan. It feels so good, so right. He kept going slowly and suddenly I started to feel this strange ardency and I let out a painful moan, it wasn’t exactly hurting but the surprise and the little burning sensation were enough to make Carl gaze at me worried.
"It’s okay, you can carry on. Just keep the pace. I’ll be fine.”
He pushed a bit more and the feeling was still there but I tried to ignore it and Carl helped me a lot with that. His thumb came back to my clit, just up and down movements and he kissed me passionately while he pushed more. I was feeling the ardency but it didn’t matter because Carl was touching me so much, giving me so much, paying so much attention to me I couldn’t even process the pain. Carl was all over me, literally. In my mind, in my body, everywhere.
Once he was completely inside me with his eye closed and he sighed, he stopped and looked right in my eyes, he didn’t take his hand off my clit. The bad sensation was almost gone by now. “Are you okay?”
I grinned at him “Never better.”
He smirked and pulled it back slowly. It was a torture for him I could see in his eye all the effort he was putting into this, the self control and I smiled like an idiot. His thrusts were still slow and I think he was shaking a little. Just a little but he was.
I wasn’t completely comfortable yet but I was ready for this and his pace was making me impatient, I get that he was being nice and I love him for it but he could make this good for himself. So I rolled my hips a bit so he would understand that it was okay for him to go faster and maybe, just maybe, harder.
He picked up a good pace. It was faster but not too fast yet and it was so intense, it could be only me although his expression was showing that he was loving it as much as I was. His thrusts were getting faster and I was getting there, finally I was taking it all. This was so good, the pleasure was so intense and overwhelming. His sweaty body and his heavy sighs were giving it the best background ever. I think I’ve never seen such a sight. I let out a loud and full of joy and pleasure moan. He smirked at me because this was likely the most inappropriate moan ever.
I couldn’t stop them now, they just kept coming loud and awkward and hot, apparently. I decided to do something different for a change, I rolled my hips and caressed my body going down my clit and touched it for him to see it.
"Fuck, (Y/N)! That’s so hot.”
I smiled widely and arched my back feeling a delicious ache in my lower abdomen and feeling like there was not enough air in my lungs and the strength was leaving my body and I needed desperately to grip something – that something were Carl’s shoulders again – then I felt like I was falling apart and pleasure and relief hitting me like a truck.
"Oh God, Carl!” That was almost a scream, thank God we were alone in the house.
My orgasm show was enough to bring Carl his own, and again was an amazing scene to watch. He moaned loudly and let his elbows clench a little, falling on top of me. He was breathing heavily and he was all sweaty and that was so hot. I felt his heart beating so fast in his chest and I grinned satisfied. He threw himself in the bed and took a deep breath.
He seemed so tired but he was smiling so hard it was creepy. Us smiling wasn’t something easy to see. That made me even happier because I made him smile, I was smiling, we were satisfied and that’s all we need.
"That was fucking awesome!”
I laughed at his excitement. I turned to face him and his eye was piercing. He was so handsome I couldn’t think properly sometimes, like now.
“We can do this again sometime, if you want to.” I said a little scared but mostly confident that he would want to.
"Can ‘sometime’ be now?” he said with a smug smirk on his face and I laughed again.
"Okay, loverboy, just give me a few minutes and we’re back on.”
Summary: Y/N is one of Harry’s friend’s roommates, Harry and her become friends and Harry falls for her.
A/N:Thank you to @iyanu-eniyan who requested this! I’m so sorry this took too long to post! (AH this gif is from in the old curly hair Harry days, my emotions)
The Roommate Part 1 (Harry Styles Series)
“So, the kitchen is here, the bathroom’s here, and your bedroom’s here.” Your new roommate Noah says showing you around your new home.
“Thank you.” You say carrying your bags into your bedroom. “Thank you for letting me stay here for the semester. I did not want to live in a dorm again. I did that for four years already.” You say laughing.
“Yeah, I didn’t want to live on campus, during graduate school. Also, now that you are in medical school, you are going to want to be focused.” Noah advises.
“Yup, that’s exactly why I’m here. Thank you again.” You say smiling.
“Now, that I’ve talked your ear off enough, I’ll let you unpack.” He says walking out of your room.
But before you could even open up your suitcase, Noah knocks on your door, which makes you laugh as he apologizes say, “I know that I said I was going to leave, but I just wanted to tell you that a few friends of mine will be coming over tonight. If we get too loud, just tell me, and we can go out somewhere.”
“Thank you for telling me, but I’m sure you guys will be fine. I mean, I grew up in New York City, if your noise bothers me, then you guys are really loud.” You joke.
“Okay, now I will leave you alone.” Noah says, closing the door behind him.
You shake your head, and laugh lightly to yourself at your new roommate dorkiness. After about a half an hour of unpacking, you lay down on your bed and just take a deep breath out, grab your phone and call your friend.
“Hey babe.” She says immediately when she answers, “How’s the new apartment?”
“It’s awesome, Noah is an absolute sweetheart also. I think you two would be good together.” You say wiggling your eyebrows, even though she can’t see you.
“Well, I’d love to come visit, but you are never not studying. But, wait, that would actually work, you can study and I’ll be with your roommate.” She says laughing, obviously joking around.
“I miss you though. It’s going to be weird coming home and you’re not here. Who am I supposed to come and rant to about how awful a date was that night?” You ask.
“You can call me. But, hey! You have a male roommate now, so he must have some friends and at least one of them has to be hot and nice.”
“We’ll see. His friends are coming over tonight.” You say.
“You better take a peak and not stay in your room then.” She advises.
“I will, I will.”
“Okay, now you get your cute butt up and fix your hair and makeup cute and get yourself out there when his friend come over okay? And tell me how it goes.” She says.
“I will, I will.” You repeat, “Love you babe, and talk to you soon.”
“Love you too, and you know it.”
After you and your friend hang up, you slip under the covers and grab your book and begin to read. After about fifteen minutes, you hear the front door of the apartment open and guys come through and the close. You think about getting up, but you are so comfortable that you don’t want to leave your bed. You then close your eyes for only a few minutes, but then fall asleep. You didn’t you fell asleep until you jumped when you heard your door bang open.
“Oh my God I’m so sorry.” A tall brunette boy apologizes. “I did not mean to, uh, I thought this was the bathroom, but it’s obviously not. Also, I’m a little drunk, I’m sorry. Uh, I’ll leave you alone, have a good night.” He says awkwardly closing the door.
You are so tired that you’re not even mad and lay back down on your bed and fall right back to sleep. The next morning, you wake up feeling refreshed, which is comforting to you as this is your new home and you slept well the first night. When you walk out into the kitchen, you see the boy who accidently walked into your room last night. He looks up and sees you and smiles shyly says,
“About last night, sorry again. I was drunk and couldn’t find the bathroom.”
“No, no, no, it’s fine. I’m new here, and I’m pretty sure sober I wouldn’t be able to find the bathroom.” You joke.
“Ah, yes, you’re the new roommate! Noah has told us about you, Y/N right?” He asks.
“Yup, that’s me.” You smile, walking over the fridge to grab milk for your cereal.
“I’m Harry.” He introduces himself, putting his hand out for you to shake.
“It’s very nice to meet you, Harry.” You smile, shaking his hand looking him in the eyes. Without even thinking you blurt out, “You have really green eyes.” After you say that, you face turns pink in embarrassment, and you ramble, “Oh my God, I don’t even know why I said that. I’m sorry.”
Harry chuckles at your embarrassment, and says, “It’s fine, I get that a lot about my eyes. Wait, I didn’t mean that in a cocky way, I mean, never mind.” Harry rambles looking down at the coffee he’s drinking.
“Well I see you two have finally met each other.” Noah says walking into kitchen.
“Or should I say, Harry you have finally met Y/N sober, and when you are not scaring her to death by barging into her room at 2am.” Noah jokes nudging into Harry.
“Again, I’m really sorry.” Harry says.
“Don’t worry about it, honestly.” You say, taking a bite of your cereal.
“Uh, so I’m going to head out. Thanks for the drinks last night, Noah, and letting me stay over.” Harry says getting up.
“Hey no problem man, see you tonight.” Noah says.
“Yeah tonight.” Harry says looking over at you. “I’m having a party at my place, and you’re more than welcome to come.”
You’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t want to go, or that you didn’t find Harry cute, but you say, “I still have a lot to do moving in here, if I’m free I’ll stop by.”
You see a flash of disappointment go across Harry’s face, which he tries to hide, but you saw it and it causes you to say, “Actually, I should be able to, I don’t have a lot of work left to do here.”
Harry smiles and you see a bit of excitement in his face that he quickly tries to hide, “Well, if you’re free, I’d love to have you over.” Harry says. Noah clears his throat jokingly, which causes Harry to say, “And you too Noah. I guess.” Harry jokes.
“Alright, well hopefully I’ll see you both tonight.” Harry saying walking out, not taking his eyes off you, but you just smile at him and go back to eating your cereal.
“You should go to the party. I can help you today with moving in, and tomorrow. It will help you meet new people. Especially Harry, he’s a really good guy. My advice to you with medical school, study but also live.” Noah advice walking into his room.
You think about what Noah says, and finish up your cereal, rinse off the bowl and spoon and put it into the dish washer. You back to your room, and pull out your favorite outfit, it’s the outfit that makes you feel the most beautiful, the most confident. You lay it out on your bed and send a picture to your friend without saying anything. She texts back immediately saying, “Tonight’s going to be a good night.”
You smile and chuckle lightly at the emojis that she puts after that, and you say to yourself,
A/N:This is going to be a series!!! I’m super excited!! I don’t know how long it’s going to be, let’s just see what happens. Thank you again to @iyanu-eniyan for the idea! Also good luck on your exams, you’re going to kill it!! Thank you to everyone that has followed me or read my stories, or anything, it means a lot. I hope you all have a wonderful weekend, and Happy Father’s Day to your families!!
About the controversy regarding Atlus’ spoiler warning on P5...
The thing is, Atlus has been doing this on the Japanese side of things ever since Persona 4 was first released on the PS2.
You see these things? Those are all spoiler warnings. Yes, all of them.
Atlus made a tradition out of posting a spoiler warning like this whenever they release a new game; basically, a character from the game tells the audience to please not spoil crucial plot details to people, to not randomly tweet your progress of the game where people not as far as you yet might see, etc. They have been doing this for years, but always kept it directed to the Japanese Fandom only, since they didn’t really the western fans into account all that much until recently. These Spoiler warnings are actually sort of beloved by the Japanese fans, they are a popular in-gag, that is seen as lovable in a way, even if they can be annoying with their restrictions.
Even before Atlus had an online presence, they tried to make sure their games wouldn’t be spoiled for anyone; Persona 4 actually had an IN-GAME spoiler warning, which was meant to appear right after starting a new game programmed into the code, however, that one was dummied out at last minute for reasons unknown (it’s still in the code, if you’re curious. The English version is even translated).
In fact, during my time in Japan, I actually ran into a crane game with P4U merch, which ALSO had one of these spoiler warnings on it. It’s actually pretty funny to have Elizabeth threaten to obliterate you with Megidolaon if you spoil yourself by getting a figurine of her-
HOWEVER; Now to the problem with Atlus USA’s version of this.
As you can see, the Japanese notices were always sort of like a “roleplay” of sorts: They were written in a very joking tone, making it clear that they’re not actually trying to threaten anyone, but just asking common curtsy of you when sharing your progress in the game. In fact, most of the original spoiler warnings for P4 were regarding spoiling the identity of the killer, since having to figure the cabbage-man out on your own is, admittedly, the most tense moment of the game. (Even though I myself was actually spoiled on that when I got to that point, cough, cough…)
Now, Atlus HAS always been doing video takedowns of gameplay videos in a misguided attempt to hide spoilers, however, those always stopped 1-2 months after a game’s release, without fail, and they never took down non-spoiler-y videos, hence why story videos of P4D were taken down on random back when that released, while full recordings of the dances stayed without fail.It was always about the Spoilers to them; never about copyright or control.
So really, as I see it, the biggest problem here is how Atlus of USA decided to write their version of the customary warning:
No in-universe character narration. Threatening, without the joke of someone using Megidolaon on you if you spoil the game.
Atlus USA, instead of making a lighthearted joke about exploding kill-joys on twitter with demon magic, instead decided to threaten streamers directly. That’s the REAL reason why this blew up like it did.
Because I have been thinking about Tim coming ‘back to life’ for six months and after this post I had to finally write out what I have been thinking. I worked on this for a pretty long time and am very happy so. Please enjoy.
Tim’s lungs burn. He’s not sure if it’s from the fight or the feel of breathing in real air for the first time in…he doesn’t know. There was never a way to keep count of time beyond the growth of his hair. It is longer now, enough to be in his eyes, enough so when the wind picks up on the skyscrapers of Gotham it whips along with it.
He is trying hard to breathe. He is panting. His body aches, limbs heavy from gravity alone with bruises swelling under his too-hot uniform, with cuts slashed out making his skin sing with pain. Much of the fabric is stained dark with blood, his gloves are slick with it. His entire body is shaking.
• pairing: min yoongi x reader , college! yoongi • genre/warnings: smut, future drama, future angst • words: 11,310 → summary: you meet the mysterious Yoongi at a house party and no matter how uninterested you tell yourself that you are, you can’t say no to him. Can you end up changing his playboy ways, or will you just end up getting hurt?