i kinda prefer the movies' one

ok but a few things I didn’t really like about BATB

- my #1 issue with this movie is how, instead of taming the Beast, it was like a courtship between Belle and the Beast. Don’t get me wrong, I still really enjoyed this version– I just prefer the other one
- Belle’s iconic ballroom dance dress. Was it pretty? Yes. Did it live up to expectations? No.
- The fact that the Beast was mainly cgi!!! At times it looked kinda weird, and I think if it was less computer generated then it would have been better.
- Also that they altered Dan’s voice! Dan KILLED IT in the movie but I wish either 1) a different actor was picked who could sing that deep or 2) less pitch-adjustment was used (cuz he’s amazing without it!!!!)
- Emma Watson’s lack of surprise and awe in the “Be Our Guest” number. She’s a lovely Belle, very innocent and strong and kind, but she lacks an amazement that Belle had for the castle in the original animated film
- I gotta say, the metal objects and all that… were kind of…. soulless? Realistic, yeah. Disney magic? Not so much.
- Get Ariana Grande off the fucking soundtrack or so help me Disney,,

anonymous asked:

Yo, you're one of my favorite artists that I follow. Your stuff is just so genuinely happy and upbeat! Super rad style and cool coloring, all of your pieces look so so good! Sorry if this was asked before, but what kinda music do you like? Drawing tunes? All time favorite songs?

Hi there, 

Thank you so much, I’m glad you like my work!

I suppose I listen to pop and musicals/Disney the most. I don’t usually listen to music as I draw, as I prefer something to keep my attention more, like watching a show/movie. But sometimes I’ll throw something on if I’m doing something that a show will distract me from, for example, reading a description if a client has no references for their character. 

Right now I’m quite obsessed with the Moana soundtrack! 

hi, hey, hello, how do you do?

I’m mia, I’m 13 - 14 in May - and I live in good old England. my feeds pretty darn edgy so you need to be able to overcome that for a start. I am interested in books (Fitzgerald), movies (lost boys, studio ghibli), tv shows (black mirror) and music (the nbhd, p!atd & that kinda stuff but really anything). I play piano kinda well idk. you better have good memes or you are out. I want a friend who I can speak to alot and talk about stupid stuff to. any sex or gender, preferably around my age group. I’m not one to send actual mail so social media only please. I also swear an obscene amount and I’m bi so you can’t be homophobic or anything like that. I like makeup and sfx make up but above all, I like flowers and the colour yellow.

DONT follow the account I submitted this with, my personal account is @miatamburini on tumblr so please follow that instead :)

Super Long-Ass Tag Challenge

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. (Not doing this, soz, I don’t know 52 people.)

Thank youuuuu @tree-of-blue-squirrel for the taaaaag!

1. Coke or Pepsi: I prefer Coke, it has more flavor :P

2. Disney or Dreamworks: I kinda like Dreamworks more. They usually aren’t as… plastic.

3. Coffee or Tea: Coffee!

4. Books or Movies: Both? I dunno, there can be really good movies that were never books and really good books that were never/bad movies.

5. Windows or Mac: Windowz

6. DC or Marvel: DC! Shocker, I know. It seems to me that they have better characters with cooler powers n stuff, so yeh. I have also only seen around 3 Marvel movies and was raised into a DC family.

7. Xbox or Playstation: I say Xbox.

8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: The fuck is that

9. Night Owl or Early Rise: Mmmmmm, a night owl. I can stay up till 2 am and still function pretty well.

10. Cards or Chess: Chess! I suck but still fun!

11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Biflavorality

12. Vans or Converse: They both suck

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: You what

14. Fluff or Angst: I like a healthy mix of ‘em.

15. Beach or Forest: Beach, biatch. I love sand and shells and waves and ughhhh

16. Dogs or Cats: Doges. It seems like the majority of the Internet loves cats, but I always didn’t like them. Mostly cuz they always tried to attack me.

17. Clear Skies or Rain: I don’t prefer one over the other. Sometimes I like warm sunny days and other times I just like sitting outside on the porch with a book while its raining.

18. Cooking or Eating Out: eating out, usually, but some things are just better cooked at home.

19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: Spice, Spice, baby

20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Uh, I like both. A lot. Like a lotttt.

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: A little too cold, I have really good cold tolerance.

22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be? Dude,shapeshifting! Getting old? Turn into jellyfish, regenerate cells, turn into human, be young again! Too short? Go taller! Too tall? Go shorter! Ugly af? Pretty af! Revenge? Fucking LION! 

23. Animation or Live Action: Any :3

24. Paragon or Renegade: Whut

25. Baths or Showers: Baths! Bubble bubble.

26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: Team Indifferent.

27. Fantasy or Sci-Fi: Both. Duh.

28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes? If so, what are they: 1: “So maybe I am attracted to him. His full lips and beautiful eyes, his slender body, the round ass… But acknowledging that doesn’t mean that I’m not a straight man. I admire beauty. There is absolutely nothing wrong with that.”
-THROAM Ryan. You can see where this is going. Nothing serious rn.

2: “ Hi my name is Ebony Dark'ness Dementia Raven Way and I have long ebony black hair (that’s how I got my name) with purple streaks and red tips that reaches my mid-back and icy blue eyes like limpid tears and a lot of people tell me I look like Amy Lee (AN: if u don’t know who she is get da hell out of here!)”
-You know. (I’m really not sorry.)

3: “Standing too close to exploding DIck sends your ass straight to Purgatory.”
-Dean Winchester

29. YouTube or Netflix: Yoooo, Netflix, they have Supernatural and Sherlock on there.

30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter!

31. When You Feel Accomplished: every time When I do a good art

32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars!

33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Hardbacks, they look better and they’re more sturdy.

34. Handwriting or Typing: Typing, my hands get tired easily.

35. Velvet or Satin: Satin?

36. Video Games or Movies: Both :D

37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon? Own one! I could train it to kill :D

38. Sunrise or sunset: SUNRIIIISE, SUNSET. SUNRIIIISE, SUNSET. (Probably Sunset XD)

39. What’s your favourite song? Uhhhh. Uhm. Probably 20 Dollar Nose Bleed by Fall Out Boy ft. Brendon Urie. It has Brendon’s weed-inspired lyrics and Patrick’s and his voice, so XD

40. Horror Movies yes or no: YASSSSSSSSSSzSzzzz

41. Long hair or short hair:  I have longish hair, and I love it!

42. Opera or Theatre: Theatray

43. Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first? The one where the multiverse theory isn’t true O_o Jk. The one where I am a book/show/movie character and people actually love my flaws XD

44: If you had to eat only one thing for the rest of your life what would it be? food.

45: Older guys or young guys? As long as they are somewhere around my age, I’m good.

46: If you could erase any show from TV history, what would it be? 
Probably this one anime my friends talk about all the time like it’s the best thing ever. Forgot the name, but I watched like 2 episodes and it sucked.

47: Singing or dancing? Elle prefere chante!

48: Instagram or Twitter? Twitter. Less spoiled rich white preppy kids.

49: What quote or saying do people spout but is complete BS?
“Boys will be boys!” like no bitch if a guy is sexually harassing me its not “Being a boy” its being a fucking pervert.

50: If there was a time period that you would gladly time travel to to live or visit, what would it be? Totally before humans were around I’d go back there and be fucking alone, but only to visit. To live, probably the 70′s.

51: Have you ever been to a concert? No actual good ones.

52. What do you think meaning of the universe is?
I think we were put here as a series of chemical reactions.

My question!

53. If you could go back in time and make sure one event NEVER happened, with no consequences, what would it be?


@loufworld @sabriel-fanboy-83 @deanos-wifey-for-lifey @i-am-eurus-holmes
@fadingcolorheart @unfortunatelyimaginary @not-a-l0sechester @i-forgot-adam @wildtendermythologia @queen-of-macandcheeseburgers @ethdent
@crowleysasscrack @balou200 @castiel-the-narwhal @fr33dan @magnificent-winged-beast @justafangirl144 @starsinursa @dark-creatures-of-the-night @damthatamazinggreensandwich @randomgryffindor @raindestiel @ anyone else who wants to do it!

Tagged by @xbooksxandxbooks

Rules: answer 11 questions, ask 11 questions, tag 11

1. Favorite type of graph
A line graph..?

2. Sweaters or jackets
Sweaters all the way

3. Do you sleep with socks on?

4. Favorite TV show
Don’t really have a favourite atm

5. Do you like your hair short or do you prefer to grow it out?
I kinda like longer hair bc i really like doing braids and stuff buuut if i could pull of short hair, i’d do it in a heart beat

6. Do you like rollercoasters?

7. Favorite music artist
Too many to name

8. If you could be in any movie, which one would you be in?

9. Favorite mammal
Cats :D

10. How tall are you
172 cm

11. Math or literature

My questions:

1. Favourite living room item
2. Cats or dogs?
3. What is the weirdest dream you’ve had
4. Favourite band
5. Opinion on swimming
6. Any fetishes?
7. Bed time
8. Which flavour can’t you stand
9. Favourite genre? (Music and books)
10. One big lamp or multiple small ones
11. Little things you do that make you you?

Tag Time: @darrelsqueen @jallyslovechild @kaitiez464 @emilyyyyyyy-0 @thelonesomepeanut @fuckyesdallaswinston @raspberry-pop @smeve @ponygirlcurtis11 @outsidersunsets @talk–greasy–to–me

You Have My Word - Michael Clifford Imagine

A/N: kinda “eh” about this. I wrote this quickly and I think I rushed it. I got this idea based off the movie “The Place Behind the Pines”, which is a really good movie. I’m really sorry if this sucked.

“Shhhh, mama’s gotcha.” I coo gently to my crying baby girl.
I bounce up and down in a soothing motion and pat her back gently, trying to get her to sleep.
As I calm her down, I hear a knock on the front door and sigh.
“Shhhh, sweetheart.” I whisper to my sleepy baby while walking softly to the door
I open the creaky and old door while shhh-ing my little one, giving her forehead a kiss.
I turn my head and I gasp quietly.
Through the wrecked screen door is him.
His hands are stuffed into his dirty jean pockets. He wears a dirty white, baggy shirt but he doesn’t look like he’s drowning in it. His muscular arms are littered with new tattoos that I haven’t seen yet. And his hair is a lighter shade of cream now, not dark like the last time I saw him, and his eyes are slightly dark. In the corner of his lips, is a lighted cancer stick. He looks dirty but still looks like the same man I met one year ago.
“Michael.” I choke out, swallowing after, while opening the screen door.
He grabs the door from me and holds it open for the both of us.
“Umm,” He mutters, taking the smoke away from his lips and throwing it in the grass, away from us. “Hey (Y/N).”
“What…what are you doing here?” I ask with a slight shake with my head.
My daughter wraps her arms around my neck, her chest bouncing to find air.
“I was in town and uh, I figured I’d come see you.” He admits before licking his lips.
“Come see me?” I ask with a confused look.
He nods his head while rubbing his hands together.
“Who’s the little one?” Michael asks, moving his head towards my baby’s direction. His eyes are curious.
I breathe in and bite my lip.
I rub her back and she moves her head away from my neck. I look at her in her sleepy eyes.
“She’s yours, Michael.” I whisper gently before looking over to him.
His eyes widen a little and he swallows.
It’s like he steps back a bit.
“How-How come I didn’t know?” He asks, his voice sounding angry.
“You took off, Mike,” I say, swaying my hand out to the road. “You left without any warning. And I assumed you didn’t want anything from me anymore.”
“I didn’t know-”
“You took off with that damn bike, Michael. You didn’t care anymore.” I interrupt him.
“I would’ve came back. I would’ve-”
“Quit making promises that you can’t keep.” I admit gently.
“What the fuck, (Y/N)?” Michael shouts in fury, throwing his hands in the air, and our daughter jumps and immediately starts crying again.
“Get out of here, Mike.” I say coldly before pushing him.
Just before I close the door, he grabs ahold of it.
“(Y/N), do not do this.” He says, almost demanding.
Tears sting my eyes as I try to calm down my baby and fighting to close the door.
“(Y/N), please.” I hear him say in between her cries. Almost begging.
I sigh in defeat and let go of the door, turning to him.
I look anywhere but Michael as I bounce her up and down.
“Here, l-let me hold her.” He says softly, wiping his hands on his shirt, as if to clean them.
Then he holds out his hands for her.
I breathe in before giving her to him.
“Hey now…” He coos to her once he’s got ahold of her. She starts to calm down.
I wipe my tears and look at the two of them.
She defiantly has his eyes and nose.
“What…What’s her name?” Michael asks, looking over to me.
“Lily.” I say with a small smile.
And then his lips crack into a side smile.
“Lily, huh?” He asks while looking over to her. She’s relaxed.
“I like it,” He whispers before kissing her forehead gently. “A lot.”
I smile a bit.
“Lily.” He whispers against her forehead.
Then her eyes start to droop and she falls asleep.
“I’ll take her.” I say, holding out for her.
Michael hands me to her gently and I take her inside the house with me.
“Come in if you want.” I whisper loudly to him behind me.
He walks in as I lay her down in her crib in the living room gently.
I sit down on the old, beat up couch and he joins me.
We both watch her sleep peacefully together for awhile in silence.
“I wanna be apart of her life.” Michael admits in a whisper, breaking the silence.
“Michael-” I warn a bit.
“No, (Y/N). You have to let me,” He says, looking over to me. “I feel like shit for not being here for her and for you.”
“No don’t-”
“Let me be with you two. That’s all I want.” He says, taking my hand in his.
I bite my lip, thinking if it’s a good idea or not.
“I don’t want her growing up not knowing who her dad is, (Y/N). And I can’t let you raise her on your own. Let me take care of you two.”
“How are you going to do that, Mike?” I whisper, looking into his irises.
“No,” He says, shaking his head. “Don’t say that. Don’t bring me down like that.”
“Michael, if you stay, you need to help too.” I state quietly.
“I know that and I’ll figure it out. I really will.” He says, squeezing my hand.
“I need you too.” I whisper.
He nods his head quickly and I can see his eyes growing with hope.
Then he kisses my cheek.
“Please, (Y/N), I want and need to be here. You and her are the only people who matter to me. And I won’t go anywhere, I fucking promise. You have my word.”

Tired (Luke)


Anonymous said: “Tired luke?:)”

sure, hope you like it :)

CALUM  MICHAEL (these are kinda the same concept, just thought I’d put them here if you’d like to check them out)


“What are you watching?” 

“Just some movie.” You answer without tearing your eyes away from the screen. He sits down on the couch next to you, lifting the blanket covering your legs before he lies down with his head in your lap, draping the blanket over his shoulders.

“Luuke…” you whine, trying to push him off, but he is too heavy for you.

“Stop moving, I’m trying to watch this movie.” he says, cuddling even closer to you. . 

“But you’re too heavy, my legs are going to fall asleep.” you protest. But when he doesn’t answer, pretending he is actually watching the shit movie you had just accidentally put on after scrolling through the channels, you sigh in defeat and slump back against the couch. You are joking, of course. Not about the legs falling asleep because they’re most likely going to do that in a minute, but about being annoyed about it.

According to the badly hidden grin on his face, he is well aware of that.

Five minutes later and you have ended up with your hand in his hair, your fingers carding through his dark blonde locks. He lets out a content sigh and pushes further into your hand. 

You have known Luke for ages now, you’ve been best friends since you met in preschool and have stuck to each other ever since. 

You are both in college and since your parents know each other very well, they let you share an apartment to live in. It is barely even fifteen minutes walking distance from campus and it is still very central. The apartment is fairly small, consisting only the necessities and nothing more.

This is usually how you two end up on late Saturday nights when neither of you has anything better to do. Both in your pajamas, unbrushed and unstyled hair while cuddled up on the couch with tea and a crap movie. You’ve already seen every movie there is (not really, but all the good ones at least) so what else is there really to do while waiting for another episode of Orange is the new black to air?

“I’m so tired, Mr. Martin almost caught me dozing off in class yesterday,” Luke says, yawning loudly. 

“Can’t really blame you, his classes aren’t the most… interesting. I don’t even get how he gets out of bed in the mornings without cracking a bone, he must be over a hundred years old by now.”

Luke lets out a laugh, “yeah, he’s nice though. And smart.”

You nod, agreeing. Mr. Martin may be old and has troubles hearing you unless you’re practically screaming in his ear, but he is a very nice old man. Always up for a discussion, you remember because you had him last semester.

You fight to keep your eyes open, your body practically begging for some rest, but you still put on a episode of The big bang theory since Luke insists (even though he is most likely just as tired as you are, if not even more). He is still lying with his head in your lap, his knees pulled up to his chest and his hands forming a make-shift pillow undeneath his cheek.

The last thing you remember is Luke’s quiet protest when your hand stops in his hair and something about Penny dislocating her shoulder on the tv before everything goes black.


You wake up (an hour? you have no idea) later, your legs numb and your neck aching. The tv is off and Luke is sleeping on your lap, quiet snores escaping his wide open mouth. 

“Luke…” you groan, trying to move your legs a bit to get the blood circulating again, but he doesn’t wake up.

“Luke,” you repeat a little louder, “wake up.”

He stirs in his sleep and soon enough his eyes start to flutter open.

“Come on, we have to go to bed. Get up, sleepy head,” you say, shoving at his head.

“Noo…” He whines quietly, holding onto your legs tightly. “Don’t wanna.”

“Well, we’re both going to wake up with a sore neck if we don’t. Come on.”

After a lot of pushing and nagging and dragging, you finally make him stand up from the couch. He stretches his arms above his head and yawns before tiredly rubbing at his eyes.

You push him gently toward your bedrooms and he gives in with a sigh, walking with heavy steps. It’s not until you’re in your room that you notice that Luke is there too, dropping his jeans to the floor.

“Luke, this is not your room,” you say, watching him as he pulls the cover on your bed to the side before crawling in. 

“I know.” He mumbles, eyes already closed when his head hist your pillow.

You roll your eyes while shaking your head. Too tired to care you pull your own pants off, stepping out of them together with your socks before you walk up to your bed. You and Luke have shared a bed before, you usually crawls into the other’s bed in the middle of the night when you’ve had a night mare or if you’re just in need of a cuddle. 

You let him be the big spoon tonight, hearing him sigh in content when he nuzzles his face into your neck and your bodies are pressed together under the sheets. 


So these are the best close ups of Ahkmenrahs
Costume details
Because I need to be accurate with cosplay or I freak out a bit
If anyone has better ones please help me out? These are just phone pictures from the TV cause I kinda suck. I prefer super close and literally as much detail and possible and from multiple directions is cool but it’s fine if not oops
(I can probably get better ones when the third movie comes out but I dont want to wait that long to I sketch everything out before carving/cutting/painting/whatever the hell else Imma be doing)

Pathcode #BAEKHYUN Interpretation



Did you ever notice in those apocalyptic movies, when something is about to happen, animals are the first to react? That’s because animals are super sensitive to changes; that’s why you see some of them fleeing right before a natural disaster occurs. The birds are supposed to foreshadow/send a warning to Baekhyun that his parallel (or world, whichever you prefer) is about to end. I’ve had this thought for a while but I think Baek’s teaser confirmed it for me– maybe the worlds we see in these teaser videos are not real, or they take place in a different place of existence. (This warning system branches out to other members’ teasers as well; Xiumin and the TV, Chen and the ringing bells, Kai and the siren, etc.) 

Don’t you think it’s strange how Baekhyun didn’t seem to be mesmerized by anything from the outside world, considering that he just escaped the overdose maze?

That’s because he actually didn’t escape quite yet. It seems like he did escape, but the familiarity in Baekhyun’s face tells us that he’s still trapped in the maze at this point.

Around 00:26, Baekhyun starts to notice a presence following him around, and the lights begin flickering.

Seeing that Baekhyun’s power is light, and this “presence” is triggering the effect of it, whatever/whoever following Baekhyun is the apparent antagonist.

Static interrupts the audio (El Dorado) and catches Baekhyun’s attention, followed by a message on his phone. 

If you listen carefully at this part, a strange voice says “Someone is looking for you..”. Whoever this voice is (possibly a different member who has escaped already), it’s telling Baekhyun that he needs to get out of there. Meaning, Baekhyun is indeed still trapped in the maze.

So he begins to run away from this “presence” after receiving that creepy message. While running away, he eventually looked back to see what this presence was, but continued running after looking. If he confirmed this “presence” and yet continues to run, it could only mean that this presence is something Baekhyun cannot fight back.

Three assumptions can be made about this presence that’s making Baekhyun run away from it-

  • Darkness (Opposing to light, Baekhyun’s power)
  • Collapsing of the maze (Likely caused by D.O. due to his powers, will expand on bottom of post
  • Straightforwardly a person that was chasing him (Very unlikely since Baekhyun kept running away)

It looks a lot like the overdose maze, eh eh?? COINCIDENCE?? I THINK NOT

It could be said that Baekhyun was turning off the lights by himself on purpose to hide his own presence, but if he was meaning to do that, why didn’t he turn off the lights ahead of him? If he wanted to hide in the darkness, he could’ve simply done that instead. I definitely think it’s another presence taking away the “light” from him.

Eventually, Baekhyun gets trapped and has nowhere to go from the dead end.

= He met a dead end in the overdose maze, running away from this presence was inevitable?

The lights completely shut off in front of him, signaling that this “presence” is here. His “awakening” begins just then, with lights emitting off of him when he looked hopeless and lost by this point.

Maybe the realization/awakening of power is reached whenever the end of something– mental or emotional–has been reached. Perhaps when all possibilities seems to come to an end, the actual answer is revealed.

Other members can apply to the thesis above as well (Suho looking depressed and 100% done at the end of his teaser, Chanyeol completely lost in the forest, Tao and the shattering lightbulb, etc.)

Maybe each supernatural power of the members only occur/awakens in a position which the member is in dire need of it (whenever the members reach a breaking point in the maze). 


  • Perhaps these teasers are a vision of the members BEFORE escaping the maze, not after.
  • The door of the overdose maze seems to open at the end of something, mentally or emotionally within the member. (The symbolism for this in Baekhyun’s teaser would be the bars that forbid him from running away.)
  • If the background setting of this teaser was indeed, symbolic as the maze, we can consider the next expected member Lay’s power and put everything into sequence: 
  • The maze begins to collapse ->  Original stucture restored by Lay to save Baekhyun -> D.O. destroys the maze with his power upon escaping -> The remaining two members are stuck in the maze forever.

And if you still think these teasers are not the happenings before the escape, consider this:

  1. Their main track is Call Me Baby, but these teasers are labelled “EXODUS” at the end of every single video. 
  2. Exodus– the word itself– is defined as a “MASS DEPARTURE OF PEOPLE”.
  3. Exodus is also a historical content in which Israelites were escaping from Egypt.

TL/DR: The teasers are showing what happened before/during the escape of the maze, not after.

noodiekittie  asked:

hi hi hi hi!!!! i love your blog so much and ily too!! would you mind if i request what would the Matsunos favorite date spot or specific date is?

You’re too nice! ;w; (This one is kinda similar? So if you want more… B))

Osomatsu: Loves dates in places where he can talk without getting shushes or rude glares. Usually likes nice days outdoors, but if the weather is bad, he likes to watch a movie while making jokes at the expense of it.

Karamatsu: He’s a people pleaser, so he always asks what his s/o would want. Usually, he prefers somewhere peaceful, and with calming sounds, like the beach or a forest. He often insists on singing for his partner.

Choromatsu: Likes to have dates in semi-quiet places, such as coffee shops or parks. The only super loud place that he would end up taking a date to would be a con. (and he probably suggested couple cosplay.)

Ichimatsu: One of his first thoughts would be just hanging out with the cats at home or on the streets, and his idea of a nice date would be taking his s/o to a cat cafe, though he’d probably get carried away with all the cats.

Jyushimatsu: Always likes playing baseball with his s/o, or having them watch him. On hot days, he likes swimming in the river, and if the weather is bad, he prefers an indoor gym, but he’s okay with just relaxing sometimes.

Todomatsu: Loves to go to cute or fun places. An amusement park, a cafe with cute latte art, the mall, the list can go on. He likes to have one-on-one time with his s/o too, so he would get something like a couples massage.

You Gotta Wait

Type: One-Shot

Genre: Kinda angsty I guess(not really sure tbh lol); hints at smut

Pairing: Jeon Jungkook x Reader

Request: Nope

Word Count: 688

Summery: Kookie is dating a Noona and things get a bit intimate.

  “Jagiya, what movie do you want to watch?” Jungkook asks as you prepare popcorn for your date night. Both of you preferred to stay at home and watch movies rather than go to a theatre or anywhere else. 

  “Whatever you want.” You called back from the kitchen and you heard a beeping, indicating that a DVD had been loaded into your DVD player. You then heard footsteps coming towards you as you emptied the contents of the microwave safe bag into a bowl. Soon two strong arms snaked themselves around your waist.

  “What movie did you put in?” You asked, turning your head to get a good look at his beautiful features. 

  “I don’t know I just chose some random movie. All of those were good right? No porn I should be aware of?” He joked and you laughed before shaking your head. Dating a younger boy, sometimes he wasn’t quite as mature as the other boys you’ve dated but Kookie was still a lot more mature than most of the boys his age. You finished getting every last kernel into the bowl before turning in Jungkook’s arms. 

  “Shall we watch this mystery movie now?” You asked with a giggle and he nodded, smiling brightly. You walked into the living room and smiled upon seeing your couch pulled out to a bed so that you two could cuddle, the only reason you bought a couch like that. 

  The movie was about half an hour in and pretty much boring as hell. It was a movie your friend left at your house hoping to watch it with you, but you had still never seen it as she had to leave in a hurry, forgetting it on your couch. You and Kookie decided to make it interesting by betting on the next inevitable plot point in this horrible and highly predictable movie. “3 kisses says there’s gonna be a sex scene between that guy and the main girl.” Jungkook smiled and you nodded at his proposal. You never betted anything too serious because it was, after all, just a game. You continued your little game until you got so wrapped up in each other you forgot about the movie, until you heard moaning. 

  “Aw, a sex scene. I lost.” You smirked and Kookie dully nodded as his eyes were glued to the screen. He shifted and you scoffed. “Does this horrible sex scene turn you on?” You asked and he nodded. The vibe of the room become heavy as Jungkook moved to pin you beneath him. You two had never gone this far before. You made out, sure, but that’s where the intimacy stopped. He grinded his lower half on you and you moaned loudly, but one thing remained in your head, he was still underage. You could have some fun with this information. 

  “(Y/N), I love you.” He groaned in your ear as you lifted your hips up to meet the friction his pelvis was giving. With that, you flipped over so you were straddling his hips. You leant done and pressed your lips against his in a passionate and heavy kiss. You slip your hands up his shirt before breaking to the kiss to remove it. You then removed your own shirt and bra and grinned down at him. This was gonna be fun. He looked so astonished at your body and you couldn’t help but blush, though you kept your expression alluring rather than cute. “Please… Noona…” He groaned as you rolled your hips over his once more, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants. 

  You quickly got off of him and found his shirt, putting it on yourself before turning off the horrible movie. “W-what are you doing?” He groaned at the lost of friction and you silently laughed. 

  “I think I’m going to bed now, it’s pretty late.” You smiled sweetly at him and he growled at you. 

  “What about me? You did this!” He shouted pointing to the obvious boner in his sweats. 

  “Oh that… You see, we can’t. You’re still underage. You gotta wait.” You grinned as you leaned down to kiss his forehead. 

Ending Note: Because Kookie is a little underage tease and he deserves a punishment. P.S. I wrote this at like 3 am one night cause I was watching a lot of sexy Kookie edits on vine and I got a bit emotional and decided to write this haha.


Favorite Marvel Ladies: Raven Darkholme   

Don’t flatter yourself. I may loathe you, but you don’t even make the top twenty. Besides, I’m more than used to working for arrogant men lately, so whoop-dee-doo.

Get Busy (Harry Styles One Shot)


“That was the dumbest damn movie I have ever seen,” Harry grumbled, his eyebrows puckered together. He was watching the road intently, the yellow lines on the pavement passing by in quick bursts, in stark contrast to the darkening highway.

You leaned your head against the window, closing your eyes, “I didn’t think it was too bad. The ending was kinda cool. How he just left her in the hospital like that.”

“You thought that was good?” he raised his eyebrows, shooting you a teasing look from the corner of his eye, “It was so predictable. I saw that coming from the moment she went into labor.”

“Really?” you looked over at him, “I had no idea.”

“You just lack my psychic abilities,” he smirked charmingly.

“Psychic abilities? Is that what it is?” you nodded, “My bad. I mistook them for an unbelievable level of pessimism.”

“Not pessimism,” he corrected, “Realism.”

“Your realism is very different from my realism.”

“My realism,” he said matter-of-factly, “Is that there is an endless list of better things we could’ve done tonight than see that movie.”

“And what are these ‘things’ that you speak of?”

“Marathon watched Breaking Bad. Taken a tub,” he wiggled his eyebrows flirtatiously, “Gotten busy.”

You chuckled, “Who says we still can’t?”

“See that’s what I like to hear,” he licked his lips, “But we’re still twenty minutes from home. If we’d skipped that damn movie, I would already be snuggled up in my bed recovering from a nice, long session of lovemaking.”

You chewed on your lower lip, toying with an idea.

You’d always been the adventurous type when it came to your sex life, especially with Harry. Although he was great in bed and particularly well endowed, he fell into routine. The same positions. The same time. You were always having to push him into anything new. A little lovemaking in the shower. Dirty talk over the phone while he’s on tour. Once, you even convinced him to come to the bathroom with you for a quickie when you were having dinner with your parents.

What was one more little adventure?

You carefully unbuckled your seatbelt, leaning swiftly over to him. You pressed your lips to his neck before he could say a word. Eagerly, you slid your hand up his leg, letting it rest lightly over his fly.

“Babe, what are you doing?” he laughed nervously, letting his eyes move from the road for just a moment, widening at the sight of your manicured fingertips playing with the zipper of his jeans.

“Just go with it,” you whispered.

Gently you unbuttoned his pants, wasting no time wiggling them down. With ease you tugged the waistband of his briefs down, wrapping your hand around his member. Harry inhaled sharply with your touch, swerving just barely.

You began to move your hand slowly up and down, your lips still latched on to the sweet spot behind his ear. Immediately you felt him begin to harden. Then it was time for the real show.

Carefully, you dragged your lips from his skin, pumping his member up and down as you leaned forward, adjusting yourself.

Then you slowly leaned down and wrapped your lips around his tip.

His whole body tensed with your lips around him. You could feel him struggling to focus on the road. You began to bob your head up and down, starting out softly, but gaining speed as he finally began to relax. You swirled your tongue around his shaft as you continued to pump it up and down with your hand.

“Goddamn,” he groaned. His grip tightened around the steering wheel, his knuckles turning white.

Satisfaction rippled through your body along with the slightest sense of pride. He was enjoying himself.

You slowed your speed around his length, opting for longer strokes, bringing your mouth down to the base of his shaft as you struggled to take his whole length. It was a small price to pay for the moans that were now falling freely from Harry’s lips.

You slipped your lips away from his lip, letting your tongue slide down the underside of his pulsing erection. You shifted your hand down to cup his balls, massaging them gently as you swirled your tongue across his skin. You could feel his muscles quivering. He was almost there.

Fervently you replaced his length inside your mouth, popping his cock against the inside of your cheek before sucking feverishly. Your head was bobbing up and down at rapid speed, tongue circling his tip repeatedly. You were practically begging him to cum.

And cum he did.

With a guttural moan, you felt him tip over the edge, finishing in your mouth. You knew it took all his strength to keep the vehicle moving in a straight line.

“Jesus Christ,” he panted as you swallowed, slipping his briefs back up but not bothering with his fly, “I love it when you do crazy shit.”

“Yeah?” you teased, “I couldn’t tell.”

“That was a good one, babe,” he nodded, “I mean, they’re always phenomenal. But damn. Road head. Mindblowing.”

“And now we’re almost home,” you tilted your head to the side, pouting “Are you going to be too tired to ‘get busy’ now?”

“Are you kidding?” he laughed, “I don’t think there’s any such thing as being too tired to get laid.”


This one’s pretty short, but it’s a fun one! Hope you enjoy :)

xoxo B