at least coloring is okay i think

Playing with colors a lil bit~

Cat Got Your Tongue Pt. 1 (M)

Word Count: 5,463

Pairing: Taehyung x Reader

Genre: catboy!tae, comedy, fluff, eventual smut

Summary: When your boyfriend cheats on you you’re left heartbroken and lost all hope in relationships. Santa says you’ll find love soon, but what do you do when you’re beloved cat turns into a beautiful grown man?

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Let’s talk about White Diamond

By now I think it’s blindingly obvious that our Pearl used to belong to White Diamond. Truthfully, I’d thought it was fairly straight forward since the moment we first saw the Diamonds way back when.  

Looking at Blue Diamond and her Pearl, they both have:

  • Long flowing skirts
  • Concealed eyes
  • Same gem placement

Then the Yellow team has:

  • Overly large shoulder pads
  • Similar hair styles
  • Same gem placement

So how does White Diamond compare to Pearl? Well:

  • We can’t really compare outfits, since Pearl clearly isn’t in uniform
  • Slicked back hair
  • Same gem placement

Another point to consider is that once White Diamond is properly introduced, she’s going to need a personal connection to the main cast, and that’s shaping up to be Pearl. Even if you ignore all of the evidence, it almost has to be Pearl by process of elimination since we know the least about her backstory. 

“But wait!” I’ve heard people say, “Pearl isn’t pure white! She has a variety of colors in her pallet!”

… Okay, and? Seeing as how she rebelled against her owner, I don’t see how that proves anything. 

Anyway, why is all this important now?

Because they are very deliberately not saying who Pearl used to belong to. This has been a consistent part of SU’s storytelling. In fact, it’s the very thing that Steven was railing against in the last episode. If the characters (or the writers, however you want to think of it) aren’t ready to bring up a topic, they just kind of avoid talking about it, and to date, White Diamond’s name still hasn’t been spoken aloud on the show.

I’m going to say that again. Despite some hints that she is the Supreme Leader of all gemkind, nobody has said the words ‘White Diamond’.

At this point, I have to wonder if they’re saving White Diamond in case the show gets renewed. As it stands, there’s only about a season and a half worth of show left, and there are still a lot of existing plot threads to tie up without getting into new ones. White Diamond’s name getting dropped could very well be a sign that the show is moving into it’s endgame. 

picnic-crossing  asked:

I want to hug you all the time tbh ;u; your art is super precious and youre adorably sweet Ive always wanted to know how you draw eyes cause its like my favorite part of your drawings but I'm also a little nervous to ask in case you aren't comfortable sharing.. but if you are do you think you could do a small eye tutorial?? ackkk im sorry 🙈 I can tell Im gonna regret sending this but I appreciate your blog and art and you so so much

hello sweet blossoms! ♡ ahh no worries, you’re too cute! let me give you a huge bear hug aww! (⊃ˆ❍ˆ(͈´ᵕ`͈✿)

I never imagined I’d get a nice message like this about the way I draw eyes, I’m flattered! (﹡ᵗ ꒳ ᵗ ﹡) I don’t really know what to say~~ ah! ♡

for my animal crossing styled chibis, I personally think the way I draw eyes is a little simple and straightforward 💦 I just kind of go with the basic shape of which ever eye I’m drawing! …and add a sparkle! ✧ so to me, they aren’t really unique or stand out much! (ꈍ ꒳ ꈍ)ゞ

(@mayor-aby, @cupcakecrossing and @mayor-peachy all have very amazing, super detailed, and unique eye styles! I looove the way they draw eyes~! ♡ they are my favorites! ♡)

SWEATS 💦 so because my eye style is rather simple, I’m really sorry that this tutorial is kind of short and basic~~ |ω`)゚・ (I’ve also never made a tutorial before so I hope this is okay!! ♡)

I don’t really think I’m the best for this, so I’m really very sorry! but I hope this helps at least a little bit maybe! (ˊ̥̥̥̥̥ ᗨ ˋ̥̥̥̥̥)و ̑̑ if you have other questions on this, feel free to ask! ♪

thank you again and good luck my dear!! ♡

There are soooooo many people out there who ask “Why do you like Loki so much? He’s a villain.” And while I don’t have the time to list everything, (because let’s be honest who does?) I am now writing down the points of why people need to love this dude. Also known as,


Why You Should Love The Psychotic But Still Hot Space Prince.
By Debbie.


Point Number One: His Eyes.


Now, I think we can all agree that girls are suckers for a guy with pretty eyes. I mean who doesn’t like looking at a guy with beautiful eyes? 


Its just in our nature. 


I mean, I could probably like Loki just because of his eyes.  Have you seen them?! Its like you’re just sitting there the whole time having a debate with yourself on what color they are. I’m pretty sure I’ve this conversation with myself like twice.


“Blue or green? Green our blue? Okay I think they’re blue.  No wait, they’re green. Yup. One hundred percent sure they’re green. Actually they’re blue. Okay I’m defs for sure that they are blue. Well…….maybe they’re grey? ”


Yeah. Its like the sweetest torture known to man. But also kind of a weird thing to do, but if you’re a fan girl, there’s weirder things you’ve done.


So, my conclusion for his eye color, (for now) is that they are a mixture of blue, green and sliver/grey. And honestly that is a very attractive color for eyes. At least to me. 


I know there are some people out there who prefer dark eyes, and that’s totally cool. But if you don’t think that Loki has beautiful, stunning, amazing, etc. eyes, then I will question whether you’re human or not.


Point Number Two: His Hair.


I love guys with dark hair. I don’t what it is, but there’s just something about dark haired guys that I love. And let me tell you, Loki has amazing dark hair.

Now, while its kind of long, and I prefer short haired guys, I still love his hair. (Especially in the first Thor movie. I mean whew! *fans self*)


The thing that I really want to do with his hair is run my hands through it. Oh my goodness I can only imagine how soft it would be. *shivers* And he has shiny hair too, so yeah, there’s that too.


And really, I just don’t know what else to say about it. I like the dude’s hair, its a really cool shade (?) of black and I really wanna run my hands through it.


Point Number Three: His Clothing Style.


LEATHER, GOLD ARMOR, A CAPE, AND MORE LEATHER!!! 


Needless to say, I like his clothing choice. 


We all know (I hope) that his signature colors are green, gold and black. And I love those colors together. So those colors on Loki does something to me. 


We’ve all seen in the Avengers and in Thor, though briefly, his ‘mortal’ style. 


A suit. 

……


I LOVE A GUY IN A SUIT. 


Seriously, its almost my religion.


Guys in suits are waaaaaaay more attractive than this stupid 'dope style’ or whatever its called. What even is that? 


Okay, so you have a hat on backwards, your pants are falling off and your shoes are horrifyingly red. 


That’s not appealing to me AT ALL.


Now, it would get annoying after a while to have your guy always wearing a suit, so I really would like to know how Loki would dress casually. 


Would he? Or would he just always be wearing a suit? 


Who knows?


But his clothing style definitely fits my criteria.


Point Number Four: He Is Literally Prince Charming.


I’m sure every girl when she was little, dreamed of having a Prince Charming come and marry her or something.


Well, Loki could charm the pants off anyone (they don’t call him 'Silver Tongue’ for nothing I’m sure *wink wink wiggle wiggle*), and he’s a Prince. Of a cool space kingdom.


Thus, I give you Prince Charming.


Now, as much as I hate to say it, Loki is a fictional character.

Yes I just committed the number one fangirl sin. But hear me out.

Even though he’s not real, I’m sure if he was and you were lucky enough to be his significant other, he would treat with the utmost respect.


There are SO many fanfictions out there where he treats his girlfriend or whatever like crap. 

I’m sorry but no.


Loki would be the most respectful partner in the world. Even surpassing Captain America. (Forgive me Steve for I have sinned.)

He would treat you like a freaking queen. Am I right? (Yes, yes I am)

Point Number Five: The Tragic Back Story.


 Lots of girls like a guy with a tragic back story or something like that. 


Well let me tell you that Loki is like the Prince of all tragicness.


I mean, his father is like the worst, he was always second to Thor and he found out that he is not in fact Asgardian, but an Andorian with Elsa’s powers.  (If you didn’t get the reference I will be upset with you.)


How sad is that? 


(Which I don’t know about you, but I would totally cry if I found out that I wasn’t Asgardian.*sniff sniff*)


Point Number Six: His Height.


As a member of the short girl club, I can tell that most of us love it when someone really tall hugs us. It feels super comforting and you always feel really safe.


Well, Loki is tall. And while I’ve never hugged him, I’ve hugged my brother, who is the same height as him,(Or rather the same height as Tom Hiddleston who plays Loki so…..) and let me tell you, he gives like the best hugs ever. (When he’s not squeezing the life out of you)


If you’re a tall girl and want a guy that isn’t shorter than you, then I give you Loki. I highly doubt that you’re gonna be taller than him. (Unless you’re 6" 3 which if you are, I’m so sorry.)

So that concludes my points on why people should love Loki as much as I do.

INFP gothic
  • Oh, were you talking to me? Sorry I wasn’t listening
  • *hungover* Please don’t touch me. Don’t talk to me, don’t look at me. Just leave me alone to die.
  • *in a bad mood* Life is just as meaningless as death tbh I don’t give a shit anyway.
  • *in a good mood* I love literally every single person ever. Everyone deserves to be happy! But mostly cats
  • Okay here’s a thought/Imagine that/What if
  • Oh my god this is the ugliest little creature I’ve ever seen. Look at it. It’s so miserable. I love it with all my heart.
  • *actually cries when laughing too hard*
  • What was that? Yeah I stopped listening again sry
  • I’m so sleepy and tired, I’ll go to bed at like 9 p.m. *is 3 a.m.* Fml
  • Alternatively - *sleeps some full 10 hours* *wakes up even more dead inside*
  • I don’t think this is appropriate. Please don’t do it, don’t- Ah I guess I’ll just pretend I don’t know you
  • I actually don’t care about my looks at all~ *spends at least an hour picking outfits/putting make-up every day*
  • I’m just gonna ignore the person I like until they notice I like them. Works every time.
  • *secretly into bdsm or at least very kinky* I’m 100% pure and I’m shaming all of you sinners
  • Listen - I don’t want to offend you, I’m SORRY in advance, okay here goes. Again I hope you don’t take this personally I’m rly rly regretful that it has come to this situation. Okay yeah I’ll spit it out - I don’t think purple is your color.
  • *Has an existential mid-life crisis at 21* Everything is sunshine and rainbows!11!!!

I needed to test my game because of the constant crashing and I think everything is okay now. Or at least seems to be. Anyways, that’s not what I wanted to talk about.

This is a sim that I’ve created for testing purposes. Her name is Leigh and I thought I’d only play her to see if everything works like it should but I kinda fell in love with her and her cute little colorful flat in San Myshuno. I didn’t want to start another “serious” save because as you know, I already have two other Sims 4 saves that I currently play and post (they’ll come back in the second half of May I guess and I have a lot of pictures to post) and I’m not comfortable with having too many saves going on…but I already came up with a backstory for her while decorating her flat…ugh. Decisions. I might end up moving her to my Matt & Deanna save because she actually lives in the same building, just in a different flat.

The Art of Seduction

Summary: Jimin is a corporate heir that’s used to getting what he wants, but when he cant get the girl he loves to fall for him, he tries to find out what she likes in men through the methods of seduction.

Word Count: 3,981

A/N: This is based off of a prompt I read somewhere long ago (I don’t have the link I’m sorry! But the basis of the story is based on that prompt.) and also this is based on a few different discarded ideas I had in my documents folder. Gifs are not mine and all credit goes to the original owners! -Admin Germane

Jimin sat on the couch in his lavish living room, frustrated, trying to watch whatever show was playing on the TV, but he just couldn’t concentrate. He ran his hand through his already ruffled up hair and sighed, tugging absentmindedly at the drawstrings of his sweatpants.

Jimin, the youngest corporate executive in the world, could make any girl putty in his hands if he wanted to. Every girl he’s met always seemed interested in him, but not the girl he likes. Y/N was her name, she worked at his firm and Jimin often had to work with her on major projects that the company had to deal with. He’d like to think that Y/N was his friend; they grew extremely close thank to Taehyung, who just so conveniently happened to be friends with the both of them (Tae had actually caused them to meet, he shoved Jimin into her, making Y/N’s papers scatter on the floor). Y/N, however, didn’t seem to give any interest towards him at all. In fact, she seemed completely uninterested in all the men that flirted with her; she would only talk to Jimin’s group of friends during work, her and the other guys being really close to her as well.

To make Jimin’s infatuation for Y/N even worse, he always had images of her randomly flashing though his mind when he worked. He thought about what she looked like when she would roll her long shirt sleeves up to her elbows, how her hair would shine in the sun, and her lips. Dear god, her lips were just so inviting. Whenever she was concentrating on something or when she was reading over important documents, she would always bite her lips, drawing Jimin in even more than before.

Jimin wanted to return the fire that Y/N gave him, and this was why he was frustrated. He didn’t know what Y/N liked in a guy, he didn’t know what could be done to entice her. Hell, he had even asked Taehyung and Namjoon, the two she was closest to, for advice but even they couldn’t give him the answers he wanted. If only there was a way to get her to indulge into this information. As his mind traveled back to the girl that was taking over his thoughts, a knock came to his door.

To his surprise he saw Y/N standing there, it was 10:30 in the evening, why would she come to visit him this late at night?

“Y/N! To what do I owe the pleasure of having you at my doorstep?” he asked, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Y/N blushed and fiddled with her hands nervously.

“Um. Well. I need help with something and Tae told me that you know the most about it, so, um …” she started, nervous and flustered.

“Oh?” Jimin raised an eyebrow.

“And what would this … something be?”

“I-um, I sort of … like someone” Y/N’s cheeks turned from a soft pink to rose red and Jimin had to suppress a grin.

“So, I wanted to get their attention, and um, apparently, if you smell nice, that can do the trick.”

Jimin’s heart swelled with pride and lust. This was just too easy! She was walking into Jimin’s area of expertise; he could easily extract the information he needed to make her like him with ease. This ‘someone’ was but a minor obstacle. Jimin smirked, Y/N was as good as his.

“It certainly can. Come in, and let’s see what we can do.” Y/N smiled timidly and followed Jimin inside is lavish apartment. Y/N stared in awe, she had never been inside her friend’s/boss’ house before.

“So. Names are not needed, but what is this ‘someone’ like?”

“Why do you need to know?” Y/N’s tone was defensive and Jimin made a mental note to tread carefully.

“Different scents appeal to different people,” Jimin explained, “I need to know a little about who your trying to seduce to help you.”

“I’m not trying to seduce them; I just want them to notice me.”

“Ah, Y/N, you do not understand.” Jimin smiled and ushered her into the bathroom.

“Anything involving the senses is always about seduction.”

“Really?” Y/N leaned casually against the sink counter, watching Jimin with a mix of weariness and curiosity.

“So … there are other ways to get his attention?”

“Of course. Would you like to know about them?” Jimin asked. Y/N licked her lips (my god, like the girl need lessons in seduction when she did things like that) and nodded.

“Very well. Let us start with appearance.”

“Oh this might take a while,” Y/N joked.

“No Y/N, you misunderstood. You are very beautiful on your own, you simply need to … play up your assets.” Jimin looked her up and down thoughtfully.

“If you’re going to wear slacks, pick a tighter cut … you have very soft skin, wear something on top that shows a little. Neck or arms, doesn’t matter. Dresses should show a little leg; I’d say at least knee length. And try wearing a dress with short sleeves or thin straps, it keeps the mind wondering what’s underneath. Wear darker colors, after all, the darker ones usually are portrayed as more mysterious and sexy anyways. The dark colors will bring out your pretty eyes.” Jimin lectured, blushing a little at his advice.

“Are my glasses a fault then?” she asked, reaching up to take them off but, Jimin’s hand stopped her.

“I think they give you charm, personally.” Jimin shrugged. “But I’m not sure what this ‘someone’ of yours might think.”

“Okay. What’s next?” Y/N asked.

“Pretend I am you mysterious someone,” Jimin instructed. “Say hello to me.”

“What? Why?”

“Just … say hello to me.”

“Um. Hello?” Y/N said skeptically.

“No, no, no.” Jimin shook his head.

“Like this.” Jimin explained, leaning a bit closer to Y/N. He dropped his voice to a casually suggestive volume somewhere between normal conversation and a whisper.

“Hello, Y/N. How have you been?” Jimin asked with a smirk on his face. Y/N flushed and ducked her head.

“F-Fine,” she squeaked.

“Ah-ha!” Jimin grinned victoriously.

“You see? I did not even say anything of substance, and look how you reacted! It’s all in the tone Y/N. Your words must caress as your hands do. Now, try again.”

“I feel really stupid…”

“Try again.” Jimin encouraged, placing his hand on her shoulder in a comforting manner. Y/N sighed and cleared her throat.

“Hello Jimin,” she said, voice soft and engaging. Well that certainly sent some blood south. “How have you been?”

“Excellent,” Jimin smiled. “Your tone, I mean. You … ah, don’t need to do that again.”

“Really? That was good?” Y/N asked in disbelief. Jimin nodded. It was a little too good. He was afraid if he spoke he’d scare her away with his perverted thoughts. Jimin cleared his throat and sorted his thoughts but Y/N spoke up first.

“Okay so I was wondering about taste. What am I supposed to do? Cover myself in whipped cream or something?” Y/N teased.

“No.” Do not think about licking whipped cream off her … don’t think about it …

“It can be two things. Items you can eat or drink can be evocative … like chocolate or cherries”

“And the other thing?”

“Has nothing really to do with actual flavor, but you want your someone to wonder and wonder what your mouth tastes like.”

“Um. Why?” Y/N asked.

“It’s all about luring them,” Jimin smirked.

“If you can get them fixed on something, anything, they are yours.” Jimin held his hand up before Y/N could speak.

“Before you ask, your lips are terribly inviting, and you have a little lip-biting habit when you are reading or thinking about something. If your ‘someone’ isn’t being driven crazy by this already, you simply need to be obvious about it in their presence.”

“O-Oh.” Y/N touched her lips unconsciously. “W-What’s next?”

“What you came here for in the first place.” Jimin bent down and opened a cabinet under the sink.

“Now tell something about…”

“Jesus Christ Jimin! Why do you have so much perfume and cologne?”

“Well, this is just one cabinet, and I lost count after a while …” Jimin frowned at Y/N’s flabbergasted look.

“If you remember, Y/N, you were the one who came to me for help.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.” Y/N apologized, blushing slightly.

“Like I was saying, you need to tell me something about this … ‘someone’.”

“Do I have to? I mean can’t you give me something … nice?” Y/N asked.

“Nice?” Jimin sighed. “Let me show you how this works.” Jimin extracted a bottle, dabbed a little of the cologne on his wrist and held out his arm.

“Now I’m guessing, but for a smell you like, I would wear something a little … sweeter.” Jimin explained. Y/N took a skeptical sniff and shrugged.

“It’s not bad.”

“Alright I was wrong. Let’s try … ah, this, maybe.” He pulled out another bottle and dabbed some on his other wrist, and again held it out for Y/N’s evaluation.

“Smells sort of … smoky.”

“It’s supposed to. Do you like it?”

“Yeah, it reminds me of winter and fires and-”

“Nostalgia is not what we are going for.” Jimin turned back to the cabinet thoughtfully, humming in thought. After a moment’s deliberation, he pulled out another bottle.

“Third times a charm.” he smiled touching some of the fragrance to his neck and motioned to Y/N.

“Come see if this one is more to your liking.” he said, motioning for her to come closer. Y/N pushed herself off the sink and slowly stepped closer to Jimin. She stopped when she got in the range of one-on-one conversation, suddenly taking a deep breath. Got it.

“That …” she leaned closer.

“Jimin, that smells so good.” Y/N was obviously holding back the desire to bury her face in the crook of Jimin’s neck and inhale. Jimin noticed this and smirked.

“You can come closer, if you want,” Jimin offered, his voice dropping an octave. Y/N practically jumped on Jimin and she buried her face in his neck, moaning a little at the glorious scent. Jimin chuckled and hugged the girl, letting her have a moment.

“God. Jimin, it smells so amazing.” she mumbled into his skin. Jimin took a sharp breath, he had to control himself, otherwise his plan would all go downhill. He pried the girl off him gently and she groaned in annoyance, she wanted to bury her head back into his neck and smell that wondrous smell that Jimin had put on his body.

“So. You like something heavier, spicy … and you like to smell it when you are close to the person.” Jimin smiled, “Do you see what I’m talking about?

“Uh-huh.” Y/N backed up until she hit the sink, not trusting herself being so close to that scent that made her wild.

“W-What’s yours?” Y/N mumbled?

“My …?”

“Your scent, the smell you like.” Jimin stared at Y/N bemusedly until she elaborated.

“I mean, what works on you must work on everyone, right?”

“Not necessarily, but since you refuse to tell me anything about the person you’re trying to get you are more than welcome to try it.” Jimin handed Y/N a small pale blue bottle.

“Light and flowery, bit of a smoky undertone but nothing to overpowering. What I like most about it, though, is that it lingers … and that brings us to our final lesson.”

“Touch?” Y/N inquired nervously.

“Yes. Remember, keep it gentle …” he brushed Y/N’s cheek with the backs of his fingers. “… keep it casual …” a glancing touch down her arm. “… but most importantly, keep it lingering …” he splayed his fingers across the small of Y/N’s back, trailing the tips across along a line just above the hem of her pants.

“Does that make sense?” Jimin asked. Y/N, flushed, wide-eyed, and near breathless, nodded slowly, and Jimin smiled a smile he hoped didn’t look to predatory.

Oh. Right in the palm of his hand.

~*~

This meeting had to be the longest, most tedious, most agonizing meeting that Jimin had ever been to. It might, he mused, have to have had something to do with Y/N using all her new techniques to attract her ‘someone’. Jimin told her to play it up and was she ever.

It all started this morning when he was waiting in line for coffee. Most of the employees needed coffee this early in the morning or some, (well most really) would become very … frustrated (bitchy).

Jimin was standing in the coffee line, Taehyung and Jungkook standing behind him having a loud discussion about something ridiculous. Then they both just stopped talking all together. Jimin turned and looked at them, they usually wouldn’t shut their mouths for anything. Taehyung nudged him and pointed down the corridor. Jimin followed his gaze until he saw what they were staring at.

“Shit.” he cursed.

There was Y/N, walking with Namjoon towards the conference room. She had her head down and she was playing with her hands absentmindedly. Namjoon nudged her shoulder and she looked up, spotting the three of them waiting in the coffee line. She smiled and left Namjoon and walked towards the three men.

All three of them were drowning in red. The darkest red that stood out beautifully against her hair and skin. Her eyes shined behind her glasses and her black heels clicked on the marble floor. She made her way to them and she tilted her head, her hair catching the rays from the sun as she spoke in a soft, velvet voice.

“Good morning boys. How are you?” They all stared at her, none of them could put together any words to form a sentence. Jimin spoke up after a while.

“Good. How have you been Y/N?”

“Great, thank you.” It was Jimin’s turn in line. “Would you like anything?” he asked her.

“Just a tall black coffee.” She looked towards the other two men; the both of them still in shock.

“Hey, Tae, Kookie, are you alright?” she touched their shoulders out of worry. They both blushed and hid their faces.

“Sorry it’s just that-” Jungkook started, but Taehyung cut him off.

“Dude! You look totally hot!” Taehyung exclaimed, making Y/N giggle at his enthusiasm. Jungkook then preceded to smack Taehyung around the head.

OW! What the hell was that for?!” Taehyung whined, rubbing the back of his neck in pain.

“You’re such a perv, hyung. Show the lady some respect.” Jungkook scolded. Y/N blushed and looked down at her hands.

“You look beautiful noona.” Jungkook said, traces of a deep longing in his voice.

“Thanks Kookie! Oh excuse me I must go, but I’ll see you in the meeting?” Y/N asked, noticing Jimin was holding their coffee.

“Yes. Of course.” Jungkook agreed.

“Alright, bye.” Y/N said. She let her hand trail down Jungkook arm until she reached his elbow and she walked to Jimin who was … glaring at Jungkook? Y/N pushed the thought out of her mind and took the cup from Jimin’s hand and they both started to walk absentmindedly towards the conference room.

“I’m taking your advice.” Y/N said, breaking their silence.

“I can see that. You look … stunning.”

Close enough to how Jimin felt.

“Thank you.” Y/N blushed a little, taking a sip of her coffee.

“I’d love to talk, but I got to head to the conference room. I have some stuff to go over with Namjoon but, I’ll see you in a bit.” she touched Jimin’s shoulder in acknowledgment, assurance, before walking away. Her fingertips brushed along the line of Jimin’s shoulder, stopping and dropping only when they reached the shirt collar. In Y/N’s wake, Jimin caught the scent of the perfume he gave her, heady and perfect. It lingered, just as he knew it would, and Jimin stood in the hallway, cursing his lack of foresight.

This had backfired. Badly. Sexual frustration was mixing with resentment at whoever Y/N was giving her affection to until it turned into something acidic that resembled jealously. This. Just. Wasn’t. Fair.

To make matters worse, when Jimin entered the conference room and sat down, wondering how in the world he was going to survive this meeting, Y/N took the seat next to him with a cheerful little smile. Jimin really couldn’t change seats without seeming rude, so he was forced to sit and smell and brush knees with Y/N for hours. Jimin wondered how unlucky he had to be to choose a seat near Y/N’s ‘someone’ (why else would she choose to sit there next to him?) He glanced around and … oh if it was Jungkook or Namjoon it would really be torture.

And if Jimin thought Y/N unconsciously drawing attention to her mouth was bad, it was nothing compared to Y/N being purposely enticing. She licked her lips, pouted in boredom, applied chap stick, and nibbled at her bottom lip in such a come-hither manner it was indecent. When at last the conference ended and Taehyung had no crazier ideas to throw out on the table, Jimin nearly cried with relief. It was over, and there was nothing standing between him and the door-

“Jimin! Wait up.” he had spoken too soon. Forcing down the urge to bolt, he plastered on a smile and turned around.

“Y/N. What can I do for you?” he asked as the other workers slowly filed out of the room, leaving them alone in the large conference room.

“Nothing much.” she said, playing with the short sleeves of her dress, making Jimin curse himself for telling her to wear such a thing. The room was uncomfortably warm to Jimin, making him sweat a little bit. Did Y/N really have to follow all of Jimin’s advice?

“I just wanted to thank you, you know for … well this.” she said gesturing to herself.

“It was no problem at all, did you think you finally caught the attention of your ‘someone’?” Jimin asked with fake interest.

“I’m not sure, he seemed really uncomfortable and distant today. Maybe, it didn’t work?” she wondered out loud. Jimin blanked. If it didn’t work, then that means that Y/N would be doing this again, and again, and again. Jimin doesn’t think he would be alive for much longer if she did.

“Jimin?” Y/N called.

“I’m sorry, but what did you say?” he asked, running a hand through his black hair.

“Kookie asked me out to lunch this afternoon. I was asking if we could take off at the same time.”

Jimin suddenly felt that acidic jealousy rise up in his throat like bile, filling him with a rage and possessiveness he never felt before.

“No, you can’t.” Jimin’s voice was suddenly harsh, making Y/N taken aback at his change of attitude.

“Why not?” she encouraged Jimin to continue speaking.

“I don’t think that will be good for the two of you to go out alone. Especially with you looking like … that.” he said, allowing his eyes to rake over her body. His eyes lingered over her curves and the swell of her breast, making him groan inwardly.

“Kookie and I have gone out together before, why can’t we go out now?” Y/N asked. Jimin let out a small growl and shook his head, his eyes turning into slits.

“Because I said so Y/N.”

“But why Jimin? Why can’t you just give me an explanation?”

“Because, I don’t have to explain myself to you, I’m your superior Y/N and you shouldn’t be questioning me like this.” Jimin snapped; he could feel his anger and jealousy rise.

“I just don’t understand what the big deal is.” Y/N raised her voice, making Jimin slam her against the wall of the conference room, caging her in between her arms. Y/N stared up at Jimin with wide eyes, he has never acted like this with her before.

“Don’t you know how frustrating it is seeing you with a guy that’s not me?! Couldn’t you see how those guys were eyeing you up throughout the meeting? I should be the only one to look at you like that! It makes me so angry that they can look at you like that, I just want be possessive of you! You’re just so god damn attractive it’s hard to control myself around you, imagine how other guys would be with you! And you taking all of my advice … god it’s so sexually frustrating when you look so sexy and smell so good and I had to endure all of that throughout the meeting; do you know how many times I had to refrain from pulling you away and just taking you myself?! Y/N, I’m so in love with you, why can’t you just understand that?! That’s why I won’t let you go with Jungkook, because I’m afraid he’ll get to you before I can!” Jimin yelled, his eyes blowing up with jealousy and something else hidden behind it. Y/N just stared at Jimin with her mouth open, trying to comprehend Jimin’s confession.

“Jimin, you know that ‘special someone’ I asked you about the other day? Well, it was really you the whole time.” Y/N smirked, making Jimin gasp softly in shock.

“That’s why I came over that night, because I wanted to know how to entice you.” Y/N admitted. Jimin chuckled, biting his lower lip as he looked between Y/N’s eyes and her lips.

“You should’ve told me sooner, jagiya.” Jimin whispered, his voice was low and seductive, making Y/N lick her lips.

“You should’ve acted upon it sooner Jimin.” Y/N teased back, her voice coming out as smooth as velvet.

“You little vixen.” Jimin growled playfully as he closed the space between their lips. Y/N eagerly responded to his kiss, moving her lips against his with just as much passion as he gave to her. Jimin placed his hands on her ass, playfully giving it a smack and a squeeze. Y/N gasped and allowed Jimin to slip his tongue into her mouth, electing a moan from the girl pinned against the wall. Their tongues tangled together as Y/N ran her hands through Jimin’s hair, tugging softly on the black strands. Jimin growled into her mouth and he hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as they continued to make out against the wall of the conference room.

The two of them suddenly heard giggling. They both parted away from each other’s mouth to spot Jimin’s friends peering through the door, the six of them apparently watching the fiasco.

“See hyung, I told you he would finally pluck up the courage to ask Y/N out! You owe me lunch!” Taehyung said happily, smiling his box smile to Yoongi who groaned in annoyance.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you want.” Yoongi agreed reluctantly, causing the other guys to start fulfilling the bets they had placed with Taehyung earlier today. Y/N giggled and looked back towards Jimin, who looked beyond livid at the interruption.

“Hey, you can’t kill him. After all, he’s the reason we met.” Y/N pointed out. Jimin smiled down at Y/N and pecked her lips, setting her back down on the ground.

“You’re right, but that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt him,” Jimin said devilishly, making Y/N laugh as he started to chase an amused Taehyung around the conference room. Y/N would never admit that it was Taehyung who urged Y/N to visit Jimin that night, and that she owed him a meal as well for a jobs well done.

Love Has No Labels

Beca groaned. They were NOT having this conversation again. “Jesse, no.”

“Jesse, yes!” Sitting across from her was her dorky, goofy-grinning best-friend-slash-ex-boyfriend, being as persistent as ever when he wanted something from Beca.

In this case, for her to admit she was in love with her roommate. Who was a woman. A certain, specific, gorgeous redhead. But still.

“Beca, you can’t deny that you have a certain attraction–”

“Actually, Jesse, I can. Because I’m not gay.” Beca sat back in her chair and let the breeze play with her hair. New York was nice, but she couldn’t wait to get back to LA. It was warmer, for one, and she missed the beach, and her own studio. The one they had here for her was nice, but it wasn’t her equipment. Idly, she took a drink of her smoothie and watched Jesse toy with the ring on his finger. “Dude, I can’t believe you and Aubrey are getting married.”

Jesse smiled his dopey, lopsided smile, like he always did when he was thinking about his fiancée. “Well, when you’re in love.” His smile morphed into a grin. “And love has no labels,” he added pointedly, making Beca huff in exasperation.

“Jesus, are you some kind of gay advocate now or something? Do I need to get you a rainbow tattoo?”

“Actually, it’s Jesse.” Beca groaned and dropped her head onto the table. “And no to both of those questions, thank you. I just know love when I see it.”

“Says the guys marrying my freshman year drill sergeant.”

Jesse laughed, warmly. “Beca, have you even actually thought about it?”

“No, because there’s nothing to think about. I don’t think about Chloe like that. I don’t.”

“Uh huh. That’s why your ears are turning red, right? And your neck?”

Beca shrugged her jacket higher over her shoulders, trying to ignore him. Even so, she muttered, “Because this conversation is embarrassing. And unnecessary.”

“No, it is necessary. You’re at least bisexual, Beca, and it’s okay to accept that.”

“Even if I were willing to admit to that,” Beca said, irritation coloring her voice now, “that is awful pushy of you.”

Jesse sat back, his expression contrite. “Sorry. I just – it’s hard to watch, you know. The pining thing you do when you’re away from Chloe.”

“I’m allowed to miss my best friend, Jesse,” Beca shot at him, and he raised his hands in surrender.

“Becs, it’s not the same thing,” Jesse said, and his voice was oddly strained. “You get this look in your eyes when you talk about her, or look at her, and I recognize it, okay? You used to look at me like that, and somewhere that changed. Just because you’re a hot shot superstar doesn’t mean that’s changed about you.” Beca grumpily stirred her smoothie with her straw; she felt Jesse’s eyes on her, contemplating her for a minute before he spoke again. “You tell me, then.”

“Tell you what?”

“About Chloe. How’s things in LA? You guys live together, don’t you?”

Beca’s lips quirked upwards in a reluctant smile. “Yeah. It’s a nice arrangement. As quiet as it can be with Chloe in the house.”

Jesse smiled at that. “Still singing?”

“Every chance she gets. I wanna surprise her with the opportunity to record with me soon, my boss and I’ve been discussing it.” That made Beca grin, thinking about how quickly Chloe would light up at the idea of performing again.

Jesse grinned his impish grin again. “Okay, so tell me if this sounds pretty accurate.”

“Jesse–”

“Bear with me, Bec, c'mon.”

“I’m gonna tell Aubrey you’re being mean to me.”

Jesse rolled his eyes. “So out in public–and I’ve seen you guys do this, you can’t deny it–hand-holding, flirting–”

“You can’t count that,” Beca said quickly. “That’s just Chloe.”

Jesse shrugged. “I’ll take that. She did run up and kiss me once.”

Beca sat bolt upright. “What?!”

That set the man to laughing. “Your little green monster is not helping your case, Becaw.”

Beca felt her face heat. “Shut up, Jesse. And stop messing around.”

Jesse attempted to control his outburst, but his grin remained in place. “Anyways. So you work mostly from home, don’t you?”

Beca refused to look at him, glaring at her smoothie instead. “Yeah, usually.”

“And I know you can cook, so I would assume you probably cook, have something on the table when Chloe walks in the door?”

“Well, she’s gotta eat too, doesn’t she?”

“Okay, grouchy pants,” Jesse retorted. “What do you usually do after dinner?”

Beca thought about it. “Chlo helps me clean up. Then we usually watch a movie or something.”

“Or something. Beca, you hate movies.”

“So?” Now Beca was being defensive. She really didn’t like the points he was making; she didn’t have any argument against him, and that scared her.

Jesse could see he was winning; he changed tack. “Beca, how many times in eight years have you told the woman ‘no?’”

Uh oh. “Jeez, Jesse, I don’t know.” Except she did. She could literally count them on one hand and Jesse knew it. But so what? Telling Chloe no was like kicking a puppy, you don’t do that, what’s wrong with you?

Jesse smiled that winning smile again. “D'you enjoy that though? Spoiling Chloe, especially now that you have the money to?”

“Well yeah. I mean, it’s nice to see her light up and smile and it just–she’s just –”

Realization slammed into Beca with the force of a wrecking ball.

The smiles. The touches, the cuddling, the flirting. The way Beca’s stomach flops every time midnight eyes meet crystal. The dancing in the front room after too much wine. The heart-beat-turns-into-a-bassline when Chloe is nearby. The I’ll-play-with-your-hair-because-you-like-it.

Jesse smiled gently. “See.”

Beca rubbed her face. “I don’t … Does she know? Is she… I mean, can I even tell her about this? What do I do?”

“I think you should talk to Bree,” Jesse said. “She and Chloe are closer than you think.”

“Okay.” Beca nodded. “Yeah. Sure. But uh, I need to think. This is…”

“A lot. I know.” Jesse pulled his wallet out and got to his feet, tossing a twenty onto the table. “Take what time you need, 'kay? Just remember Aubrey locks the door at eleven.”

“Yeah. Okay.” Beca watched him as he headed down the street and out of sight.

Well fuck.

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Okay, so I believe @misspelled-url was the one who wanted #10? I think so. Here you go, love. Stay tuned for more!

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Other frans comics’ backgrounds are usually from true pacifist ending so they don’t need to solve this problem. However, my story involved at least once successful genocide run. It would be a little bit tricky to deal with their dispute in a romantic story.
This programme is accounted for Stand-in. So of course you can think them with a different way in the original game. Or you can keep your own opinion if you disagree with my thought. It’s totally okay. But if you find it acceptable, I’ll appreciate it.

Thank you very much.

Oh well, I think I already spent too much time on this full-color comic. Next Stand-in comic page is coming up!

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I’m Fine.

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ayyyyee!!!!! im finally getting off my butt and doing the darn art raffle i said id do!!

If you wanna enter just reblog this by Dec. 25 (you can reblog as many times as you wish!) I’ll be releasing the winners names by Dec. 26 at the latest!

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Carnival | Nightwing x Reader

When Dick told you that he finally had a day to himself you couldn’t help but get a little excited. It’s rare that the two of you get to spend a little well deserved quality time with one another. Yeah the both of you were enrolled into Gotham Academy and had a similar schedule, but with Dick being Nightwing things just got a bit complicated.
So when Dick popped up on your doorstep talking about going to the carnival that rolled into the city a few days ago you nearly screamed.

You hard wrapped tightly around Dick’s has you tugged him toward the entrance of said carnival. “Slow down,” Dick told you with a smile. Making you happy was one of his top priorities and he was quite satisfied seeing you like this.

“Hurry before the line gets any longer,” you ignored him.

After the two of you got your tickets the first thing you want to were the mini games. Dick saw you eyeing the large stuffed pink monkey while you were waiting in line and, to mix things up a bit, he told you that whoever was the first to pop all of their balloons with the three daggers that you were would be the rightfully own of Mr. Squiggles (Dick’s idea of a name, not yours).

“That isn’t fair!” You shouted as you examined your multi colored daggers.

“Y/N, I’ll go easy on you. At least give you a chance,” Dick told you while readying himself. You nodded.

~

He lied.

You stood no chance against your boyfriend. He managed to pop all three balloons with just ONE dagger, leaving you and the owner of the stand in awe even though you should’ve suspected this.

You frowned as Dick hugged the oversized pink monkey and smirked at you.

“It’s okay, I’ll give you your visiting hours. I don’t think I could handle being a single parent,” Dick pretended to cry into Mr. Squiggles shoulder. Seeing him do this brought a smile on your face and you playfully smack him on his broad chest.

“I hate you,” you teased.

Dick scoffed and skipped over to your latest destination, ignoring the stares the two of you got as you chased after him. “No you don’t! You love me!”

How I write Flash fic
  • “Know what would make this perfect?  Dinosaurs.”
  • Reaction to Fluff: “Oh ho ho ho that’s so alsfjd;askldjfa;sldfjasd” Angst: “noiyce
  • “I have 250 Flash fic ideas please think of the children–” “*whipping out a new folder crammed with 251 more* “But did I think of THESE ONES”
  • Take a shot every time truffles includes a Speed Force animal
  • “A Thesaurus Is A Useful Tool” “Nah bro they’re just gonna growl”
  • truffles is thirsty: a Freudian analysis of all the water metaphors
  • “What color are Barry’s eyes? Flash’s are gold but I need BARRY’S”
  • Mentally doodling, e.g. Speed Force: *sees My Chemical Romance Barry* …Y’okay?”  Productive Adult Me: “this has literally nothing to do with what I’m supposed to be writing”
  • *lovely person submits really straightforward prompt* “So what’s the LEAST probable response I can give to this?  Can I throw the prompt out the window?  Let’s do it.  I’m doing it jim let’s go”
  • *has thirty prompts in inbox* *mentally doodles*  “Gosh, I’m a Real Upstanding Writer, I Am!”
  • “King Shark is probably having a Shark Week marathon right now.  I’ve never seen Shark Week but I am sure of this.”
  • “whump is the most difficult genre to write for.  why?  everything after the beginning is impossible.  Beginnings?  Beginnings are easy.  That’s where they slip on a banana peel.  But as soon as they hit the floor, easy part’s over.  Dammit.”
  • “SICKFIC IS SO MUCH HARDER THO OMG.”
  • *lists all twenty-six ships I’d love to write* *writes the same three* “If I had thirty more hands, I could write all of these, simultaneously!”
  • *rewatches a single episode for inspiration* *…nine episodes later* “WOW there’s a lot of good stuff to write about!  I should write now while I’m inspired!”  *watches thirty more instead*
  • *spends twenty minutes playing the Comma Placement game, sponsored by ‘Less is More, Pal’*
  • “I have so many cool original ideas wouldn’t it be fun to write them”  *laughs, procrastinates for three more hours*  “Gee whiz!  The days just fly by!”
  • “I can’t hear this conversation in my head properly, but if I edit it anymore I’m gonna explode, so f*$( it, it’s GOOD to GO.”
  • *wakes up at 3AM, writes three fics before 8AM, and does nothing writerly for the rest of the day*  “I’m Awesome”
  • *sets big goal: 200 fics by the end of the year!*  “is that actually doable–”  “only one way to find out!!”

Bonus!

  • Tremendously is such a useful adverb.  How’d she do it?  Tremendously
dragon emoji reviews

how dramatic! fancy lighting and nice colors, but he looks like a crooked noodle. you probably shouldn’t be bending that way. 4/5

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Softboy……..very soft and round but could probably fuck you up. this is the kind of friend i want to have. 5/5

this dragon looks thoroughly shocked! what’s wrong dear friend? he’s a little stiff, but he’s got quite a nice red mane on him. 5/5

aw, this one must be a hatchling! their head is very round and froggish and where are their hind legs? orb color clashes; i’m not a fan. 3/5

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this dragon kinda reminds me of tasty planet’s graphics! i’m not saying that as a good thing though. his colors are very muddy and the less said about his head, the better. 2/5

there isn’t much to judge on this one. minimalistic, but very stiff. there’s no personality. they get a point for being a western, though; at least that’s unique. 2/5

a wise, old, yet powerful soul with many years of experience. this dragon is going to teach me kung fu. those colors are lovely too; this boy is sporting lovely jade green scales! 5/5

are you okay, dragon? i don’t think your spine should be bending that way. that looks like it hurts! 2/5

this is not a dragon, this is a very peeved skink. 1/5

does this dragon have four arms? that’s fucking badass. he’s got the nice jade scales too! very curvy and has a look of wide-eyed enthusiasm. i believe in this dragon. 4/5

this one kinda looks like the kind of dragon you’d see in a chinese restaurant. he’s unique in that he has no legs at all! probably flies like a kite snake. that’s hilarious. 3/5

who put this malformed pickle in with my dragons? 0/5

Quick Notes: Chapter 531

Let’s go!

  • You know, it feels like forever since we’ve gotten a Team Natsu color cover of them just being happy.
  • So much is wrong with this Blue Pegasus team. At least Nichiya isn’t here.
  • On one hand, I think Jellal’s kind of right. On the other, I don’t think Mr. Redemption Quest is in any position to criticize Erza’s character flaws.
  • I could make a barrel roll/aileron roll comment, but I’ll leave the predictable writing to Mashima.
  • Raise your hand if you thought this plan would work. Okay, put your hand down if you’re under 12 or this is your first manga.
  • At this point, I wouldn’t be shocked if Zeref ends up in the space between time with Acnologia.
  • I get that destroying the Dramamine lacrima will hurt Wendy, but I feel like its existence was too good to be true in the first place.
  • I’ve probably said this already, but Dear Kaby was the moment I was hooked into Fairy Tail. This was kind of a weird callback to that moment.
  • I feel like I’ve lost track of what Lucy does and doesn’t know about Natsu at this point.
  • Let’s go! Natsu’s in Dragon Force for the first time in years. Now that I think of it, that means he didn’t need Dragon Force to beat the god in 434. Welp…
  • Next week’s chapter is called “I Can No Longer See Love”. Who’s ready for salt?

I think we have two chapters next week. Oh, joy…

See you then.

None of Your Business-Part 8

You are a newly graduated MBA student trying to get a highly sought-after job at Wesson Technology.  You have spent your life proving to people that your more than your Omega status.  Will billionaire tech genius Alpha Sam Wesson take a chance on you?

Characters: Alpha! Sam Wesson, Alpha! Dean Smith, Omega! Reader, Beta! Charlie Bradbury, Omega! Ruby, Beta! Castiel Novak, Omega! Jo Harvelle, Beta! Kevin Tran, Mandy (OC, Sam’s daughter)

A/N: Sorry In advance, guys…..OK not really :)

Part 1

As much as I wanted to sit here all day and cry my eyes out, I knew I didn’t have that luxury.  I needed to go and make sure Dean was okay.  I grabbed my purse and turned to Charlie.  “I’m going to check on Dean.  Then I’m going home.  I’ll call you later and fill you in.”

She pulled me into a hug.  “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N.  Everything will work out.”

“I hope you’re right.” I whispered as the tears started again.

When I got to the cafeteria, I heard Dean before I actually saw him.

“I DON’T need an ambulance.  I am fine!!!” He yelled.

“Dean, he knocked you out.  You were unconscious.  You could have a concussion.”   I heard another voice argue.  It was Dean’s friend Castiel.  They shared a cubicle.

The crowd parted a bit to let me in. “Hey.” I said softly.  “Are you causing a ruckus here?”

Dean sat up slowly, rubbing his jaw. “You know me.” He shrugged.

“Want me to take you to the ER?” I asked.

“Can you just take me home?” I could tell that he was really embarrassed by all this attention.

“Sure, I can do that.  Come on.”  Cas helped him to his feet and I grabbed hold of his arm.  “Okay people.  Shows over.  Nothing to see here.”  Everyone went back to their seats and Dean and I slowly made our way out to my car.  The ride was silent for awhile. I kept stealing glances at Dean.  He was definitely going to have a black eye.

“So the baby is mine I take it?”  He asked softly.

“Yeah.  Sam’s not too happy as you can tell.  What is it with you two?  Why do you insist on beating the crap out of each other all the time?”  I shot him a sideways glance, curious to hear his answer.

He was quiet for a moment.  “It’s an Alpha thing.  Both of us want you.  Only one of us can have you.  He knows that I’m still in love with you, and now your having my pup, that tips the scales in my favor and that infuriates him.”

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#83: Pregnancy Series | Shopping For Baby Clothes

A/N:

- Someone wanted me to add some drama, so I did as requested x

Weeks into the pregnancy: 28 weeks

Suggestion: Read the other prefs to get a better comprehension

Finding Out About The Pregnancy | Part 1

Finding Out About The Pregnancy | Part 2

Morning Sickness

Telling The Boys

Telling His Family

The Bump Starts To Show

First Ultrasound Scanning

Telling The Fans

Mood Swings

Cravings

The Baby Kicks For The First Time

Finding Out The Gender

Discussing Baby Names

He Talks To The Bump

Aches And Pain

Luke:

Luke’s giggle filled your ears when you placed the penguin beanie you had found at one of the shelves on top of your head, placing your arms flat against your waist and starting to make what Luke would clarify as possibly bird sounds. “You’re such an idiot.” He laughed, taking off the beanie from your head, your hair messy and electrical by the removal. “But we’re getting it anyways.” He put the beanie down in your trolley, you rolling your eyes by him as you guys walked towards the checkout, ready to pay for the big pile amount of clothes for your little baby boy. Luke’s eyebrows furrowed as he reached his hands down in his pockets, trying to find the shopping list and check if everything was crossed off. “I can’t believe that Liz made you a list.” Your shook your head at him in disbelief with a laugh, Luke just sending you a glance. “If it wasn’t for this, we would have been fucked in here and you know it.” You only nodded your head at him as the two of you worked together to get your clothes on the counter in front of the cashier. The lady behind the counter smiled at you guys, her tall slim body making you instantly cock your head in half jealousy, taking a glance down at your own body, letting out a sigh as you felt like a balloon at a circus. “I think you’ve bought anything in this store.” The cashier chucked as she beeped the stuff in, you just rolling your eyes and poking you credit card into Luke stomach, him being polite and smile at the girl. “Yeah, well we don’t want to come here more than just once.” You smirked, Luke elbowing you by your rather rude comment, but you couldn’t care, the pregnancy hormones had its power over you. When you guys had finished paying, the cashier returned back the credit card to Luke, “Here you go Mr.. Y/L/N?” She questioned, after reading the card and giving it to Luke. “Oh, we’re not married or anything.” He admitted, taking the card and giving it to you. The cashier suddenly got a sudden change on her face, smiling slightly at Luke which he returned. If it wasn’t for you trying to behave right, you had puked instantly – over the both of them. “Luke, come on, I’m hungry and we’re going home now.” You mumbled, taking one of the bags and pushing it into his stomach, him letting out a huff and tearing his eyes away from the cashier to look down at you. “Since when did you turn into such a commanding sourcream?” He questioned, looking down at you odd as you just shrugged your shoulders, just wanting to leave this place already as fast as possible. Luke took the two other bags in his arms as you took the last one, the cashier sending him a flirting smile as the two of you started to walk out in an intense awkward silence.

Calum:

Going to the mall with the boys sounded nice at first. But that was something that you know classified as being a “drunken” statement. After running around at one of the baby clothing shops, fangirling and screaming up over whatever song of theirs that was played in the radio and almost breaking one of the baby scooters, you were quite tired of them to be honest, and Calum didn’t seemed pleased either, even though he did was a part of some of it. ”Okay guys, can we be serious for a second?” Calum questioned with a laugh as Ashton and Michael placed the scooter back on its place, turning their attention towards Calum. ”Yeah, I think the fun is over for today.” Ashton smiled, the 5 of you following each other away from the toy department and heading towards clothing. ”I think we should start out by looking at some t shirts.” You said, starting to roam through the piles and racks, roaming through the clothes. With all the boys’ tall frames, they had to kneel down to even look at some of the baby clothes, making sure it was the right sizes they would find. ”I think he will like these.” Michael suddenly popped up from other the other racks with what seemed to you like an actual sweet and cute shirt. ”I actually like that Michael; I think we will take it.” You reached out for the shirt and Michael passed it by in delight, sticking his tongue out at Ashton. ”See. He already knows who his favourite uncle is gonna be.” Luke lifted himself up from one of the other racks as well, Ashton and him glaring at Michael with an expression of disbelief. ”Please Michael. We all know that I will be the favourite uncle.” Luke stated, lifting his hands in the air and looking over at you and Calum for approval. ”No Luke, that’s incorrect. Everyone loves drummers, see?” Ashton held up a green mint shirt with a font saying ”Drummer boy” on it, a pleased smile on his lips as he showed it around. ”Listen mate, you can’t be the fucking favourite uncle, you still don’t know how to play Fifa yet!” Luke stated, Michael trying to muffle a laugh. ”You think that is funny Clifford? Well, let’s see if the boy doesn’t get scared away with that reddish haystack you’re calling hair.” Your mouth went wide by the sudden fight between the boys, Calum smacking his palm against his forehead before pulling onto your arm, wanting you to get away from the scenario as fast as possible. ”Come over here. I’ve seen some cute football jerseys I’m dying to buy for him.” He smiled softly down at you and rested his hand on your belly, the faint sound of the boys in the background arguing making you chuckle lightly, letting them be alone now.

Michael:

With your hands linked together, you and Michael walked down the aisle of one of the many aisles in this shopping center, eyes adverting around to the many piles of baby clothes; the trolley in front of you already filled at least half of it. ”Here, I see socks!” Michael exclaimed making you stop the trolley, watching him as he walked over to one of the piles, taking a 3 packs pair of pink smalls up, showing them to you. ”Seriously Mikey, everything down here is pink! What if the she doesn’t like that color?” Michael snorted at you, throwing the socks down into the trolley. ”Y/N, please, she’s a baby do you think she cares about colors and have opinions about it?” ”Every girl has an opinion about anything no matter age!” You lifted your nose in the air and glanced at him, but he could only laugh and shake his head at you. ”I have even bought pink hair dye for her!” ”Michael!” You exclaimed, eyes wide as you stared at him. ”Okay don’t worry, we won’t use it before she grows up! At least until she is like 4..” He mumbled the last part, as if he didn’t wanted you to hear it, but you did. It made you laugh after a few seconds, linking your hands together and starting to walk again, heading towards the t shirts. ”We’ll see. If she ends up like you with that hair, it will fall off before you guys go on your next tour.” By the mention of the band, Michael’s eyes lit up. ”You gotta see what I bought.” He suddenly said, taking his phone out from his pocket, unlocking the screen and going through his photos. ”I was supposed to keep this a secret to you, but with all of this baby shopping, I get too excited and can’t just not show you right now.” He stuck his tongue out in excitement as he found the right photo, you walking next to him curiously and seeing the very small white Derping Since 2011 Merchandise T shirt, your mouth opening in surprise. ”You bought her your own merchandise?” Michael nodded his head in amazement, giving you the phone to get a better look. ”I was determined to get one, and guess what, it arrives in a few days.” ”Michael that’s so cute of you.” You commented and the boy started to form a pink blush to his cheeks, feeling quite blessed himself. ”And I will make sure that she wears it all the time, to remember her how cool she is and how awesome her dad’s band is.” Michael locked the phone in his hand before placing it back in his pocket, placing his hands back on the trolley before sending you a warm smile. Michael was looking so much forward to this, it was cute, and it warmed your heart more than ever to see how loving he already was towards something that he hadn’t even met yet.

Ashton:

”Footie pajamas!” Ashton suddenly exclaimed quite loudly, your eyes turning wide by the sudden outburst, barely registering what he had said before he speeded up with the almost filled trolley, walking towards the piles with footie pajamas everywhere in different colors, you walking as fast as you could towards it. ”They’re cute.” You commented, taking a pink one up with a teddy bear in the middle and font saying ”Daddy’s princess”. ”Why do you think I want them.” Ashton giggled, taking a blue one up had the same teddy bear, but with different font, ”Mummy’s prince.” ”I swear to god we need this.” He said, giving the other one to you. ”Yeah, but we gotta remember to buy some different clothes for them each, not buying the same just in different colors.” You reminded, the two of you walking over to the trolley again. ”Yeah I know. They need their own personalities.” He mumbled, looking down at the trolley to make sure that you had gotten everything. ”It’s a good thing it is a boy and a girl, if it had been two girls I would be sure that you would buy everything in the same style so we wouldn’t get the chance to tell apart at all.” You chuckled, watching him for a bit as he checked the rest of your stuff. You looked down at the pajamas with a smile, placing them on your stomach and sprawling them out. ”You think they fit?” You asked with a chuckle, modelling towards Ashton before moving them away from your stomach as he had seen it. ”No please do that again!” He exclaimed, eyes wild with the new idea and fishing out his phone from his pocket. You rolled your eyes by him, holding the two footie pajamas in your right hand as you pushed your hair back from your shoulder, pressing the hand afterwards on your hip and staring at him. ”Come on Y/N it will make a great picture!” He almost whined, looking away from his IPhone with the camera open, looking up at you. You stared at him for a few seconds before letting out a sigh, placing the pajamas so they were resting against your growing stomach, Ashton snapping a picture as you formed a small smile to the lens. ”I don’t even know if it’s placed on the right gender of them.” You mumbled, Ashton just shaking his head. ”It doesn’t matter.” He mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows as he waited for the screen to focus. ”Great, it’s really great.” He smiled, standing up from bowing down to make the same level as you, taking the pajamas away from you and placing them down in your already filled trolley, leaning his body against it so it could drive, having you beside him as he put the photo on his locking screen and afterwards posting it to Twitter. ”@Ashton5SOS: Do you think they fit them? #2MonthsLeft pic.twitter.com/5zfryk1CF8”

anonymous asked:

imagine baby!jeon in his early teens going through a "emo" phase and when y/n questions him about it he denies it being a phase and is all like "it's not a phase noona, this is me"

“um… jungkook? don’t you think this is getting a little old?” you’re poking at the eighteen year old’s arm, to which he only pouts at you. despite his black clothes, hair, slight application of eyeliner, he drops all facade when it comes to you. “what do you mean?”

using the tip of your pen, you circle around him, “this whole… phase,”

he narrows his eyes at you, tucks his jacket on properly and then says, “this is not a phase, noona. this is me,”

finding that he won’t budge, or ever get rid of his black attires in his closet, you shrug and lean back. as long as he doesn’t cause harm or any sort, might as well let him dress and be how he wants to. “okay, as long as you’re happy-”

“that has got to be the dumbest thing anyone has ever said,” yoongi’s voice is monotonous, with the least amount of interest and jungkook scoffs, straightening his back to look at yoongi over your head, “at least i don’t allow my company to treat my hair like some test experiment with different colors. until you finally get to let it rest, i don’t think you can say anything about how i look, hyung.”

realizing jungkook has a point, you lean back and turn to yoongi, expecting him to explode or something. or call jungkook out, or cuss at him. but all yoongi does is open his mouth, then nods, “i’ll give you that.”