i have a thing for your face sir

JUNGKOOK VEINS APPRECIATION

Let’s start off easy * rolls up sleeves*

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HIS FOREARMS ARE ALREADY TENSE #BE READY FOR THIS

The picture might be blurry but the first thing that caught your attentiont is probably that veiny forearm

When he flexes while cooking asfdghjk 

His veins are just effortlessly showing as if it was normal shit to look that sexy

His manly forearms *nosebleed*

That manliness showcased through them , like : “ Baby girl * grabs your waist*” # you all thought of this # don’t deny me ppl


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Kiss & Tell

Request: “Pennywise thinking the reader is trying to eat him when she kisses him ,him learning what a kiss is 🎈♥”

Pairing: Pennywise x Reader

A/N: Sorry if this is a little bit short I hope you still like it! As you all know Pennywise’s human form will be as Bill he’ll look like him because he portrays Pennywise so it was pretty obvious I would do that lol XD

And I’ve seen the hate I’ve been getting so fuck off if you don’t want to read this you don’t have to no one is forcing you to. I see people requesting imagines for The Joker, Jerome Valeska, Victor Zsasz, The Riddler, Lucifer, Loki and other villains that are much more horrible. You don’t see me judging or sending hate so keep your mouths shut! Stay off my page if you’re so damn offended. Goodbye haters I don’t have time for you all.

“Ummm Y/N what are you doing? Are you going to eat me or at least try to eat me?” Pennywise asked as he emphasized the word try.

You both knew that if you ever tried to do that (even though you wouldn’t) you would never be able to because Pennywise was a lot stronger than you are even when he was in his human form like right now.

“No silly!” You giggled as he gave you a confused look.

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anonymous asked:

If Harry uses hair ties, does he always lose them like the rest of us? And, do you think someone came up with the idea to just "accio hair ties" and is bombarded with years worth of Harry's missing hair ties?

I just had this image of Harry getting really stressful on work and a very brave young female auror asks “is everything alright sir?” And he just goes “i lost something” with a grumpy face. suddenly he sees it.
“Where did you find this hair tie?”
“Er… Why, Mr. Potter?”
“It’s pink”
“Sir? I’ve found it on the floor during training today. Sorry, but i don’t understand”
“Please leave.”

Later at home
“Gin, honey. So remember that lucky charm of yours”
“The symbol of our love that you decided to use during my important matches so you can send me good luck, yes I remember quite well. it was the most romantic thing you have ever done to me.”
“I lost it”
“Have you tried accio?”
“It’s not that simple.”
“How’s not that simple? It’s a hair tie”
“It’s with another… woman. Accidentally. But I will get it back, I just need a plan.”
“…”
“…”
“It’s ok sweetie, i trust you.”

Ginny never calls him “sweetie”.

Next morning someone enters his office. It’s Ginny. Harry jumps with a what the fuck omg it’s my wife, I’m dead again face. she wants to know if he got the hair tie back because that thing was really fucking important to her. The female auror appears on her sight. Ginny sees her old hair tie on that blonde hair.

Harry knows his wife very well.

“You won’t do this. Gin you shouldn’t be here- shit”

“Excuse me. Hi. I’m Ginn”
“Omg you’re Ginny Potter!! I’m such a fan! Would you mind signing my shirt?? And can I ask for an advice…”

Later that night at bed
“You’re right, it’s not that simple”
“I told you.”

and they discuss plans to get the hair tie back during all night harry can’t even concentrate to have sex and I’ve just written the first episode of How I Hexed Your Father, the name will be The One With The Hair Tie

For “Humans are weird”

(Remember, please, English is not my first language)


The Captain of the ship looks at the few humans who showed up to his announcement (he needs to hire humans, every other Captain says it’s necessary!). So he looks at them and, well, they look like every other human.

But.

There’s a but.

He and his crew have a dangerous mission to face. The Captain doesn’t want normal humans. He wants the very best.

“You,” he calls the first one. She introduces herself as “Francesca”.

“Human Francesca,” the Captain says, “I heard a lot about your world and your… Kind.”

“Yes, sir?”

“I need you to call some of your people, I want to hire them. I have their names.”

“Sure thing, sir. You found them on a list or…”

“Beeks.”

“Beeks, sir?” Francesca asks, frowning.

“Yes, Human Francesca, be-oh wait. Books.”

“Books, sir? As in… A guide?”

“No, they were history books. And video sources. So, can you contact the humans I want or not?!” he becomes impatient.

“I’ll do my best, sir.”

“Good. The names are: mr. Harry Potter - I read his story, I want the Chosen One for this mission!”

“Oh,” Francesca finally understands. “Sir-”

“Don’t interrupt me. Eragon and his Saphira, I want them too. I can pay them a lot. I also heard about a man, a scientist, very smart, who can turn into an incredible, green…”

“Hulk?” Francesca mutters.

“Yes!” the Captain nods. “You know about him too.”

“Well…”

“I’m not done. There’s a girl, they call her “banshee”? Red hair, from a place called America. She’s in another crew at the moment, I think… A “pack”. I don’t know the name, but I’m sure you’ll find her. And a man who can move metal. He’d be very useful, they call him “Magneto”.”

Francesca doesn’t know if she’s going to laugh or to cry in frustration (no alien will ever believe her if she tells them those people don’t exist).

“And Stormborn.”

“Who?”

“Mother of dragons. Find her. I want her in my crew.”

Francesca is going to need a pizza and a beer to chill, after this.

“And the last two are men. I heard the first has fought alone and won against a lot of enemies. I need someone like him. His name is Rambo.”

“Of course,” Francesca murmurs. It’s going to be an awful conversation.

“The last one is probably the most important of the entire group. Everyone says he’s the greatest human who ever lived. He moved Earth with a kick!”

Francesca doesn’t want to listen to this anymore. “Sir? Listen, sir, it-”

“This human is called…”

Basta, per favore. Sir! Those people…”

“Chuck Norris. Bring me Chuck Norris.”

Francesca shuts up… And nods.

She’ll have to change ship, there’s no other way.

1 | Save Me

BTS X READER: GANG / CRIME AU
word count: 
3,745

series warnings: violence, gore, probably smut at some point I mean it’s me we’re talking about, this chapter has mention of non-con

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Another gloomy day, another substitute teacher. You looked up at the elderly man who stood at the front of the classroom, he was wearing brown slacks and a messily ironed green plaid shirt, no wedding ring, no signs of any life beyond being a substitute teacher at the university. Pity dawned on you when you noticed his face burning with embarrassment when the wave of realisation that he had no idea what he was doing washed over him. Not being able to watch the old man struggle any longer you raised your hand, to the surprise of everybody in the room, 

“Yes Y/N?" 

"Sir would you like me to help? I still have some of Mr Lee’s lesson plans in my bag I could-" 

"That won’t be necessary Y/N. I’m perfectly capable of doing things myself.” The man scolded before he turned around to write some equations on the board, he was much harsher than you anticipated. 

Exhaling deeply you slouched back into your chair, you missed your old professor, Mr Lee. He was a much nicer man. Though he was younger than most professors, he was always very friendly, smart and helpful, everything a professor should be. And being a high achiever in his class didn’t go unnoticed, once a week he would let you teach your group, and with you being president of the student union it meant that nobody could argue with his decision either. Other students had their theories, that you and he were secretly hooking up on late night study sessions, either that or the only reason he was so nice to you was because his younger brother was your flat mate. However none of the rumours were true, except from you living with his brother who was also a student. But that all changed two weeks ago, nobody knows exactly what happened but Mr Lee just vanished out of nowhere, completely disappeared off the face of the Earth. Of course there were varying theories, but nobody saw anything, nobody heard anything, nobody knew anything. And so your fate of having to face substitute teacher after substitute teacher day after day was sealed. 

“She’s feisty today.” The orange haired boy sat next to you muttered, loud enough for you to hear, 

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Imagine: You’re Tony’s daughter and when he goes to recruit Peter Parker, he walks in on the two of you making out 

Peter’s bedroom door swung open and your boyfriend Peter shoved you off of him in record time. “Hello P-Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“Oh my god!“ You sat on the edge of Peter’s bed hugging his sheets to your still fully clothed chest while Peter scrambled to get on a shirt. “I could be asking you the same thing Dad.”

“I’m so sorry sir. I-I was uh-We were just-”

“Don’t finish that sentence. I came to recruit you for the Stark Internship but I can see that you are…busy.” You covered your face with your hands and let out an annoyed sigh. You didn’t have to make eye contact with Peter to know his eyes were wide and he was a blushing mess.

“Dad please just go.”

“Alright, alright. Stark Internship tomorrow at 8am sharp kid. No excuses.” Your dad handed Peter his business card then adjusted his suit before exiting Peter’s bedroom. “Y/N, I expect you outside in 5 minutes. We will talk about this later.”

“S-Stark Internship?” Peter stammered out. He was still recovering from the shock of your dad walking in on the two of you.  

“My dad will explain everything tomorrow. See you later Peter.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and rushed out of his small apartment, saying your goodbyes to his Aunt May on the way out. 


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Anonym hat gesagt:
You draw so well! Can you teach us how to draw in your style? Like head, face, body or something..? Have a nice day, sir!  

heyy!

first of all thanks so much! and aaaa making tutorials is always challenging for me because most of the time i don’t know what i’m doing myself orz, and my steps and approaches vary a lot, but i try to break it down here! kinda

there are a lot of great tutorials for constructing faces and all! i’ll refrain from doing this here now because i would probably end up talking a lot of nonsense T_T but a good thing to do is always looking at references, observe your friend’s and family’s faces and movements and try to bring this in correlation

what i can do is to show you how i approach my scribbles i guess?

this is like… my usual way of doing things here (bigger version):

1 - first step is always a rough idea of what i want, with an accent esp on the eyebrows and nose and a general direction of the face

2 + 3 - most of the time i draw over the rough scribble on the same layer and try to define the expression. the transform tool is my best friend in these steps, because i tend to draw heads and esp upper headparts waayyy too big. this is also the time when i remind myself that it would be great if a body was involved orz…
oh and i use a lot of references here, a picture of the character’s face in an attempt to get the proportions right

4 - outlines on a new layer, add some details here and there. this is the most frustrating step because outlines turn never out like i want them to be 8)

5 - outline layer on multiply + some colors
i posted tutorials on how i usually do this part here and here


i really try to not go into too much detail at the beginning because i get easily stuck either by trying to get a specific expression or getting the proportions right too early? i have the feeling of wasting a lot of time here fumbling around with stuff, and that’s annoying. so yeah try to keep it simple at the beginning

i also highly recommend this tutorial by makani!

i’m really bad at this erhgh, i hope this little insight is at least a tiny little help to you!

Dear sir,

I am sorry I never sent you my letter.

I meant to. I had it all written out and everything, but I balked. Even an ocean away I was too shy.

I thought I had more time. I spend most of my life with the panicked feeling that I do not have enough time, that some invisible timer is forever counting down and I cannot keep up, but that time I thought otherwise, and I was wrong.

Not that there was anything especially interesting in that letter; nothing, I am sure, that you hadn’t heard many times before. You meant a lot to me. You meant a lot to a lot of people.

You helped me come to grips with the world. Not that you explained everything about it, because no one could, but you made it seem like the kind of place that could be explained. Maybe better than that, you made it alright to not understand some things, made it less frightening to not be able to figure everything out.

Reading your books made something that had been frantic and upset in me for a long time calm down and retreat to a manageable distance.

I have carried them with me as totems in frightening places. Often simply having one nearby made me feel better. They all have stories: this one given by a friend, this one bought in the middle of that camping trip, this one sent in the mail from Finland. They are battered and cracked and sometimes stained and they are every one of them exceedingly good friends.

They have always been easy to read. I don’t mean that in the sense that they are simplistic or not challenging or anything like that. What I mean to say is that even when I am feeling my worst, when so many things that should not be hard are hard, reading your books is easy. It is a difficult thing to explain but it is an important thing.

But there are books of yours that I have not read, because I am not yet ready to face the fact that there are now and forever a finite amount of them. That someday there will be no more new journeys with you.

Dear sir, you have inspired me as a writer, but more than that, you have helped me be strong enough and well enough to write at all. To be curious and enthusiastic about the world instead of afraid of it. To challenge what is abhorrent without losing tolerance for the flaws inherent in us all. You have helped me shape beliefs strong enough that I can hold onto them even when the malfunctioning parts of my brain are clamoring to assure me otherwise.

I wish desperately that you were still here; the world seems to grow more confusing and terrible by the day. Good god, but we need you now more than ever. What a crime beyond measure, to take you so soon.

Dear sir, I am sorry I never sent you my letter, but if I am at all able I intend to make it up to you by using the gifts you gave me.

Yours sincerely,

a reader.

Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 16

Title: Daddy Doesn’t Have to Know - Part 16

Characters: Negan x You/Reader

Synopsis: Negan tries to make a deal with Rick.

Warnings: SFW, some violence and anxiety

Original Idea by: @babyblues915

Note: Long overdue update! So sorry for being inactive lately, but thank you all so much for bearing with me! Hold tight because y’all are about to ride a much more intense roller coaster of emotions lmfao.

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You blamed yourself for everything.

If it wasn’t for your selfish desire to feed your sexual appetite for Negan, things would’ve been different. If you hadn’t let Negan fuck you over and over again, if you never gave him the chance to know you more or if you didn’t actually feel sorry for him for having a tragic past, you would never have fallen in love. You would have never betrayed your family.

And you would never be in this situation where all you could feel was anger for yourself…for trusting the enemy. For loving Negan and thinking that maybe he too, felt the same. But he didn’t and he never did.

You hated yourself for being the fool all this time.

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OK BUT LIKE HOW DID WE GET SO BLESSED TO SEE OUT OTP GO THROUGH THESE INCREDIBLE THINGS BECAUSE LIKE THIS IS FUCKING EPIC ROMANCE TERRITORY AND I AM SO FUCKINGEMOTIONAL BUT LIKE OK LOOK

I LOVE EMMA SWAN LOL AND HOW HER INSTANT REACTION IS LIKE THE FUCK?

ALL HAIL THE MAGIC CONCH

T B H

HER FACCEEEE SHE’S HEARING HIS VOICEEE

AND THIS ASSHOLE. I AM SO MAD AT HIM AND HIS PERFECTNESS. HE LOVES HER SO FUCKING MUCH I WILL BREAK MY KEYBOARD I SWEAR ONE OF THESE DAYS BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO FUCKING MUCH.

AND IMMEDIATELY, LIKE HE DOESN’T EVEN FUCKING KNOW IF SHE’S LISTENING OR WHAT AND HE JUST HOPES. LIKE THE TIME HE GAVE UP HIS FUCKING SHIP FOR A HOPE TO SEE HER. THIS MAN LOVES HER SO MUCH, IT IS A PERMANENT ACHE UPON MY SOUL.

I WOULD NEVER LEAVE YOU. I WAS COMING BACK TO YOU LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY ARE YOU LIKE THIS WHY DO I LOVE YOU SO MUCH. HOW CAN YOU LOVE HER SO MUCH YOU ASSHOLE.

AND SHE’S LIKE IMMEDIATELY IN TEARS BECAUSE FUCK ALL SHE WAS GONNA MOVE ON. MOVE ON MY ASS TBH. SHE WAS TRYING SO HARD TO DO IT THOUGH BECAUSE IT WAS HURTING SO MUCH BUT THE RELIEF IN HER FACE AND THE TEARS AND I AM JUST A PUDDLE LEAVE ME HERE

I LOVE YOU HE SAID. HIS VOICE CRACKED AND HE’S JUST DESPERATE AND HOPING AND TELLING HER HE LOVES HER WITHOUT KNOWING IF SHE’S EVEN HEARING HIM AND IT HURTS ME SO FUCKING MUCH I CAN’T EVEN DEAL WITH THIS NONSENSE

AND HER FACE AND THE RELIEVED SOB AND THE FACT THAT SHE WASN’T WRONG TO TRUST HIM AND THAT SHE ISN’T GONNA BE ALONE AND THAT SHE WAS RIGHT IN HER LOVE AND HE LOVES HER HE LOVES HER HE LOVES HERRR

AND I’M TRYING TO GET HOME TO YOU LIKE OH MY GODDDDDD WHAT AHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME WITH YOUR VOICE AND YOUR FACE AND YOUR LOVE FOR EMMA SWAN WHAT IS THIS WHYYYY

I LOVE YOU TOOOOO SHE SAYS AND I AM JUST SO IN AWE OF THIS SCENE BECAUSE THEY’RE NOT EVEN NEAR EACH OTHER AND I FEEL THEIR LOVE AS THOUGH IT WERE A TANGIBLE THING AND I AM IN SUCH PAIN AND SO EMOTIONAL AND I CANNOT EVEN UGH I LOVE HER AND HIM AND HOW SHE LOVES HIM AND HE LOVES HER

AND THIS FACE BECAUSE HE CAN’T HEAR HER LIKE THE FUCKING LEVELS OF ANGST JUST WENT SO HIGH UP AND I AM FEELING SO MANY EMOTIONS AND IT IS WONDERFUL BECAUSE LIKE THAT’S HOW YOU KNOW A STORY HAS TOUCHED YOU BECAUSE I LITERALLY CANNOT STOP SCREAMING RN BUT ALSO THE FUCKING FUCK HOW DARE YOU SIR? HOE DARE?

AND SHE’S TRYING TO LET HIM KNOW THAT HE IS LOVED TOO. THESE TWO LONELY HUMANS HAVE FOUND ONE ANOTHER TO LOVE AND THEY’RE STUMBLING THROUGH THE WHOLE THING BUT FUCK IF THEY DON’T LOVE EACH OTHER WITH EVERYTHING THEY HAVE AND IT MAKES ME HURT IN MY TINY HEART

LOOK AT HER FACE AND HOW MUCH SHE IS TRYING OH MY GODDD

ALSO LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR OTP HAS REACHED EPIC ROMANCE LEVELS WHEN THE BIG BAD OF THE SEASON SPECIFICALLY TARGETS ONE HALF OF YOUR OTP TO GET TO THE OTHER HALF WHILE THEY’RE BOTH FIGHTING TOOTH AND NAIL TO GET BACK TO ONE ANOTHER.

CAN WE FUCKING SAY EPIC ROMANCE THOUGH?

CAN WE?

IT’S AMAZING LIKE I AM IN PAIN AND YET I AM HAPPY BECAUSE OF HOW MUCH THEY LOVE ONE ANOTHER AND I AM EXCITED TO SEE THEM FIGHT FOR EACH OTHER AND I JUST NEED A HUG

*FALLS OVER*

yaknow I really wonder if what eventually became The Emoji Movie was in development before movies like Wreck-It Ralph and The Lego Movie came out, or maybe an animator at Sony saw WIR and thought “Man this is so inspiring, I’d love to make a film sort of like this. What kind of story could I tell about the characters that might live inside some more modern technology?”

optimistic about this idea they pitch it to their bosses, after all the studio’s been hitting it out of the park with Genndy Tartakovsky and his Hotel Transylvania movies lately. it gets the greenlight and starts development when suddenly The Lego Movie comes out and their bosses demand they make their lead female character like Wyldestyle. our animator friend tries to make a slightly similar character but each time it gets sent in for review the higher ups keep insisting to make her more and more similar, to the point where she becomes a little too similar, and there’s no arguing with orders from the top.

oh well, our animator friend thinks, maybe it won’t turn out so bad. after all the executives here are finally letting us make Smurfs: The Lost Village instead of those live action atrocities. they’ve definitely realized by now copying and trying to cash in on other popular movies like the live action Alvin and the Chipmunks is a bad idea right?

and then Inside Out comes out

and some corporate goon struts into our animator friend’s office and proudly proclaims “good news, buddy! your movie is now about emojis!” “um… emojis, sir?” “yes, emojis! yaknow those little face things when you send texts? I shouldn’t have to explain it to you you’re a millennial.” “I’m 32.” “right, right. anyway we got a lot of sponsorship tied up in this thing now… candy crush, facebook, dropbox… gotta say, great idea setting a film inside a smartphone! incredibly marketable!” “actually I wanted it to be inside a computer, kind of like this TV show I grew up with called ReBoot but modernized and–” “phone, computer, same thing these days right? they’ve all got apps and more importantly, in-app purchases! anyway you’ll have plenty of time to work on it now that we canceled Popeye!” “you WHAT?”

and so our poor dear animator friend resigned to their fate, dreading the day the critics’ screenings began, seeing their worst fears inevitably realized when the film just narrowly escaped 0% on rotten tomatoes. should this tragic tale indeed be true, let us hope with all our hearts that this animator eventually finds their way to pixar, disney or dreamworks instead, so they can take The Emoji Movie off their resume and put what must have been a traumatic and miserable time in their life behind them

anonymous asked:

RFA+V and Saeran finding out that MC is really protective of their s/o and having to hold them back from trying to beating up someone who talked crap about them. I'm not sorry MC will fite anyone. Even themselves. I will go down with this headcanon

Zen

  • Ok, he’s supposed to be the one getting pissed when his director gives him shit???
  • Yet here he is, holding MC back, trying to shut her up so that she doesn’t make things worse for him.
  • “Okay, okay, okay, I’ll apologize, just let me go.”
  • “Sir, you’re lucky to have Zen as part of your cast for this musical. It’s a wonderful production, but I would advise you to treat all of your actors with more respect before it causes a problem.
  • When she turns back around to see the disappointed look on Zen’s face, that’s when she remembers she was supposed to apologize.
  • “Oh yeah, and I’m sorry I tried to punch your face. I hope it helped get my point across, though.”

Yoosung

  • “He called you a what?!?!”
  • “Oh god, MC, please don’t start anything…..!”
  • “No, I’m gonna go give this guy a piece of my mind!!! That’s bullying! God, I hate bullies!”
  • She literally drags Yoosung out of the car and forces him to show her where this asshole might be.
  • “Oh look, the annoying kid’s girlfriend is trying to come to his rescue! What a bunch of freaks! If you have a problem with me, handle it yourself, you fa-”
  • MC’s fist landed hard on his jaw, then she pushed him up against the wall. She’s yelling about respecting others and “people who only have shit to say should keep their goddamn mouths closed!” and Yoosung is freaking out.
  • Yoosung grabs her by the shirt and literally drags her away.
  • “Be assholes to ANYONE again, I dare you! There’s enough of my fist to go around, fellas!”
  • Nobody ever bothered Yoosung again.


Jaehee

  • Okay, all they wanted to do was run to the convenience store for some lunch. The past week, they’d only been able to spend time together at night, assuming that MC wasn’t already asleep by the time Jaehee got home.
  • THEY JUST WANTED TO SPEND TIME TOGETHER
  • According to Jumin, the report that Jaehee had submitted to him earlier in the day was “trash” and she’d have to use her lunch break to fix her mistakes.
  • “MC, you know how Mr. Han is. We can have lunch tomorrow.”
  • “Oh, yeah.. That sound’s good, Jaehee.”
  • …….
  • “You realize that Jaehee is the hardest worker that you’ve ever come into contact with, right?!? Having her work for you is more than you could ever ask for and sure as hell more than you deserve!!!”
  • When Jaehee heard the commotion and ran out, Jumin was pushed up against a wall with the front of his shirt balled up in MC’s fist.
  • Jaehee just sort of picked MC up and ran off with her before any of them got any angrier.


Jumin

  • “Yeah, I did an interview with him a few weeks ago about C&R’s possible cat hotel line, and the guy was awful! Jumin Han is one of the most arrogant bastards I’ve met, and that’s coming from someone who does celebrity interviews for a living.”
  • OHHHHHHH NO HE DID NOT SAY THAT 
  • MC called up A! Celebrity News in a rage, requested she get an interview, and damn it, she was not hanging up until she got one.
  • Jumin came with her to the interview. Before they went on the air, MC had a small amount of time to talk to the interviewer.
  • “Actually, I’m not interested in an interview. I only wanted to confront you concerning what you said about my husband earlier this week.”
  • When MC lunged at him, Jumin grabbed around her middle and told her that he doesn’t care about what some shitty news program has to say about him, so neither should she.
  • Jumin literally carried her outside and threw her into the car to avoid being sued.


707

  • He took MC to an amusement park, and they’d been playing games for hours. 
  • The guy at the dunk tank was insulting everyone who walked by, calling them “scrawny,” or “weak,” or even shouting “Hey ugly!” at some of them.
  • When he shouted “Hey, little frilly thing in the pink! Think your frail little arms can take me down?” at MC, she was sucked in.
  • She got three goes at it, and every time she missed, the dunkee laughed.
  • “Oh, why don’t you give the boy a try? He’s obviously been working out, what with the juggling and everything! God, the clowns really do get more breaks than us!” He started touching his hair, implying that it was Seven’s red hair that ‘gave him away.’
  • MC’s last ball missed, making her sigh and the man in the tank laugh. “Hey, Maybe you should be getting back to your posse! I think I saw balloon animals and red hair go that way!”
  • MC WAS NO LONGER DRY AND THEY’RE BOTH NO LONGER WELCOME AT THE AMUSEMENT PARK.


V

  • MC wasn’t really paying attention, and V literally didn’t see where he was going. 
  • When V bumped into a guy with two waters in his hands, he immediately apologized.
  • “Fucking idiot, watch where you’re going. You fuckin’ blind of something?”
  • None of the water had even spilled?? Why the hell was he so angry?????
  • And he picked on something that V couldn’t control???? oh no.
  • MC took both of the waters from him, dumped them both on top of his head, then threw the cups at his face.
  • V grabbed around MC’s waist, picked her up, and started walking in the opposite direction.
  • “Darling, I don’t know where we’re going, but we’re going somewhere to calm down.”


Saeran

  • If someone so much as thinks something bad about Saeran, MC is going to kick ass.
  • Saeran waits for her to do some damage before he actually tries to help. 
  • Fights are exciting and she usually wins anyways. What do you want from him????
  • They’re banned from quite a few places because one of them ends up fighting someone almost every time they leave the house.
When We Collide

Pairing: Assistant!Y/N/CEO!Luke

Rating: PG-All

Request: Yes

Words: 4.000+

Summary: He is the definition of high class smart ass, swimming in Dom Pierre Pérignon champagne and has never seen the shadow of poverty. She is underprivileged, lives in a messy dorm room on sale and struggles working as an assistant after being thrown out of college. But how will they collide when Luke makes Y/N pregnant after a drunkenly one night stand?

”So what you’re saying is that I woke up this morning expecting everything to be butterflies and rainbows, called my chauffeur to pick me up and wasted gas all the way over to my office just because you couldn’t satisfy my request?”

Luke’s tone rose by each word that left past his pink lips, his eyebrows furrowing and his marker rolling between his fingers.

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Birth and Bloodletting: A Feysand Pregnancy

This insult had gone on long enough. Kier would not allow this to go on. It was one thing to let a halfbreed be his High Lord. It was one thing to let a former human be his high lady, but  these…children, these abominations that would grow and one day rule over his home, they needed to be taken care of before they grew into their power, they needed to be taken care of before they were born.

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Her mate knelt to his knees, his lips brushing her stomach before kissing her, “I’ll be back, Feyre, darling. I promise, just a quick visit and then I’ll come back to you and Bartholomew and Biela. I’ve been gone for too long, they’ll start to think they are brazen enough to stage some kind of rebellion.”

She knew that, she knew that her people were growing restless and reckless. But that didn’t stop her from wanting Rhys by her side, not when she was due to give birth in less than a month. She wiped the tear from her eye, “Damned hormones.” She paused at the familiar name. “Biela? As in your sister?”

“Yes.”

She tilted her head in thought. The sister that was taken so savagely from her mate and his family so long ago. The fierce female that she, herself, had grieved despite not knowing her. “It’s beautiful. What about Bartholomew? Why that name?”

He shrugged, “I just like it.”

She snorted, “You just like the nickname we both know you would give him.”

Rhys’s lips curled up into a smirk, his starry eyes alit with anticipation. “That may be a factor.”

“Lucky for you, that name is beautiful. Our poor son is going to be teased so much.”

He squeezed her hand, “But he will be feared and strong and cunning. Most important, he will be loved. They both will be.”

Feyre kissed him, “Take Cassian and Azriel with you. I will stay with Mor and Amren. Me and the babies will be safe.”

“I’ll take Cassian but I’m not taking Azriel. Mor is so close to giving birth, I don’t want to separate him from her, not if I don’t have to.” Mor was only a few months behind her, the pregnancy has been a bit difficult for her. Her nightmares making it hard for her to relax. “I’ll take Blake and have Nate sit with you and the others. He’ll bring Bay and Az wont feel so outnumbered.”

Of all her nephews and nieces, Nate was the one she was closest to. He shared her passion for art. His talent was true and good. Many years of perfecting his craft, Nate was magnificent in his ability to create.

“Be careful, Rhys.” She wiped away the tear on her face, these damned hormones were getting on her nerves. “I already lost Nesta and my nephew. I can’t lose my mate too.”

“You won’t,” he swore. “I promise. You will still feel me through the bond. You won’t lose me, not anytime soon.” Why did it feel like those words were a direct challenge to the Mother?

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Cassian lowered to his hanches, only for Aysel’s hands to rest on his face. He took one and kissed her palm. “Be a good girl for Aunty Amren. Daddy will be back sooner than you know.”

His daughter’s lip wobbled, a sure sign he was going to get a cry sounding through his head. “Don’t cry, Baby Girl. Bay will be here too.”

Her face lit up at her brother’s name. Her arms reached up, ready for him to pick her up. Pulling her up to his hip, Cassian whispered his last goodbye before handing her to Amren. “Take care of my daughter.”

She sniffed, “No one is getting their hands on the Princess.’

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Azriel surveyed his sons, Blake just came from the cabin. His shadows told him that he was there with Aurora and that Nate almost got his head bit off for retrieving him. “I would go but I need to stay with your mother and the High Lady.”

Blake’s face was smooth, the only lie to his irritation was the darkness of his son’s shadows slithering around him. “Yes sir.”

“Protect Rhys. There is something brewing in the Hewn City. I just haven’t been able to pinpoint what exactly. Protect him and protect yourself.”

“Yes sir.”

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Keir turned to the others, “This will work. In order to end this insult, the High Lord needs dealt with first. He needs to be taken out of the equation. Lucky for us, we have had a benefactor who has taught us a few things about weakening his magic.” Keir’s lips stretched into a beautifully terrible smile. “Then we take out the Illyrians. They may be great, but our numbers even the odds. The whore won’t be able to help herself. She’s feel that bond go quiet and she’ll make her way to us. When she comes, I’ll cut those abominations from her stomach myself. This insult will not stand.”

The cavern of males and females of the purest blood grinned at him, thier smiles ready for the bloodletting that will finally come. Ridding their court of the half bred High Lord, the whore of a High Lady and those abominations in her womb.

It was his turn to rule.

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Here’s part one, IDK how many parts there will be, I’ve been daydreaming this fic for…awhile. Please leave a comment! XO

The Hound's Wife

Joffrey gives you to his loyal dog and it’s time for your bedding ceremony. 

Based on THIS imagine.

Originally posted by flameghosts

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, Virgin, Dub-Con, Reader Insert, One Shot

Words: 2769

When your Father had displeased Joffrey he’d found it amusing to marry you off to his most prized possession, his dog, the man they called The Hound. Today was your wedding day and by now it was almost over. You had shared your vows, you were cloaked in the yellow and black colours of the Clegane house and the only thing left to do was the bedding.

It was Joffrey who called for it, his smile wicked as his men began to grab at you while you’re horrified mother looked on. You remained frozen, your scream caught in your throat and even your tears too afraid to shed.

You didn’t think you could find anything but fear in your new husband but when his voice boomed “get your fucking hands off my wife” your eyes sought him out and relief hiccuped a pitiful sob from your lips.

With long strides he crossed the room, picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder while the crowed jeered. “I don’t need any help fucking my own woman,” he announced, making the crowd even more excited as your heart sunk to an even lower place than it had been. Perhaps your relief had been short lived after all.

You cried shamelessly as your new husband carried you every step of the way to his chamber before dumping you on the bed. The fall left you winded and as you rolled over preparing to defend yourself from his advances he was walking away. He paced to the table besides the fire and poured himself a cup of wine which he drank sloppily before sinking down into the nearby seat and pouring another.

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What would probably happen if the Bakusquad had a Group chat:


[Dank Meme Dream Team]


Pika-pi: Hey Kirishima


Pika-pi: Have I ever told you how much I hate your user name?


Baby_got_Bakugou: idk kaminari. have I ever told you how much I hate your face.


scotch-boi69: brutal.


Baby_got_Bakugou: I’m only defending my meaningful username.


Pika-pi: meaningful?


Scotch-boi69: *memeingful


Baby_got_Bakugou: Meaningful as in the two things that mean the most to me:


Baby_got_Bakugou: Bakugou


Baby_got_Bakugou: And sir Mix-a-lot.


Lord_Explosion_Murder: I fucking hate you and everything you stand for.


Baby_got_Bakugou: ily too babe <3

Pika-pi: I hate everything.


Scotch-boi69: seconded.


ASSid_Queen: Ooooooh WHAT DID I MISS!?

Washington, Dear (George Washington x Reader)

Request:

Anonymous said:ok b,,,, imma need more gwash. Could you do one sort of similar to your last, but instead the reader simply has to bring him something he left at home, and calls him dear or something? And all the guys are like ???? Wtf??? Our kickass general and leader just got called dear? And smiled?? With love?? Hes married?? And to such a fuckin babe oml

Word count: +700

A/N: This is a lil shorter but I hope you like it!

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Taking Control

Pairing: Dean x reader

Word Count: 2194

Warnings: Dom/sub, breath play, dom!Dean, oral sex (male and female receiving), smut, unprotected sex, slight angst, fluff

Summary: Dean had a rough hunt, but luckily he has you to come home to, where the two of you can lose yourself in passion. 

A/N: This was done for anon who requested, I was wondering if you would consider doing a deanxgirlfriend!reader where he comes home from a bad hunt and needs a release or control or whatever and they have rough sex with dom!dean and maybe a bit of breath play? All consensual and everything where she trusts him not to take it too far. I hope you like it anon, I totally get breath play and think it is hot. This story has slight dom/sub undertones so read at your own risk if that sort of thing makes you uncomfortable. 

He took a deep breath, his hand stilled against the cold metal handle that would open up into the bunker, and he was trying to relax before walking in and greeting you. Finally, he summoned the energy to push it open, and at first, he thought there was something wrong with the door because of the loud squeal that erupted as he swung it inward, but then you were flying into his arms, the source of the sound due to your excitement. A momentary smile graced his face, but it fell quickly as he thought back to where he had just returned from. He instinctively grabbed you underneath your thighs and he inhaled the scent of your strawberry shampoo that hung around your slightly damp hair. 

“Dean,” you nuzzled into his neck, he could feel the way his stubble from his lack of shaving the past week scraped against the soft skin of your forehead, “I’m so happy your home, I missed you,” you said. 

“I missed you too, baby.” He kissed the crown of your head and set you back on the ground. 

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Last Warning - 1 (M)

Genre; mentions of smut towards the end

Length; 1,400+ words

Originally posted by icallhimbangjamesbang

Dinner parties were boring. 
They were always filled to the brim with the fakest of people who put on fake smiles just to rub shoulders with the idols and their managers that would be there, but alas, you had to go- not for yourself but for your boyfriend.
Though he’d be there with his fellow members, he still despised being alone at events like these- especially when it came to all the women attempting to get in his pants purely because of his social status.


You stood there beside your boyfriend, arm linked around his as the two of you weaved around the paparazzi; walking into his entertainment company’s building as fast as possible. 

As the door shut behind the two of you, you let out a soft sigh, “Ugh, babe,” You started as Xiumin interlocked his hand with yours. “Why do you even have to come to these things, they’re so boring..” You huffed, giving him a faint pout as he turned to face you while leading you down the hall. 

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