it's just so pure and innocent

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I’m crying because I found this dog walking app where you just run as a pupper in a park and its so pure and innocent.

@starlity ur 3 doggo crew would dload this so damn fast…except Daichi bec the boy has a flip phone and so far it doesn’t seem like the smartphone-flip phone hybrid popular in jpn. There, there, Daichi. You can watch over Waka’s shoulder lmao.

Snowball project
  • <p> <b></b> This show is really making me hate Henry and SM more than ever.<p/><b></b> Like come tf on Mark is already over worked af and Henry is just treating him like shit.Making him clean his house,PUTTING CAMERAS IN HIS BATHROOM KNOWING THAT MARK WAS GONNA USE IT(mind y'all the boy is 17 years old he's a minor),talking to him like hes nothing.Like what's even the point of making this show?<p/><b></b> The worst part is that Mark is so pure and innocent that he seems not realize how much of a jerk Henry is being...either that or he's just in disbelief.<p/><b></b> Im aware its probably scripted but still....Anyway end of rant I'm still going to watch and support my bby but they need to fix this shit<p/></p>

hear me out:  a pynch 10 things i hate about you au, because who doesnt want that (basically im just putting the thread about it i made on twitter here)

allow me to set the scene:

  • ronan lynch is the super mean, super scary kid at aglionby, and his little brother, matthew lynch, is a pure/sweet/innocent little flower child who just develops a crush on someone and wants to date them
  • but ever since the death of the lynch parents, ronan’s older brother, declan, has been suuuper strict and protective, especially of matthew. 
  • so he says that until ronan dates, matthew can’t date. its foolproof, ofc, because ronan is too Emo and Scary to ever like someone or want to date them, and everyones too scared of him to ask him out
  • declan thinks this is a solid plan until matthew goes to gansey for help
  • gansey, being the Dad he is, allies w/ matthew and they come up with a plan that will allow matthew to date: pay someone to date ronan
  • and who better to pay than adam parrish: the only guy at aglionby who doesnt piss his pants when ronan glares at him but actually glares back instead, who could really use the money, and who (gansey hopes) would be a positive influence on ronan
  • adam agrees to take the money and take ronan out (a bit reluctantly, yes, bc this angel would obviously feel bad about it but he also thinks ronan would do the same to him and ronan is too Scary to care anyway)
  • SO ronan agrees to go out with adam (i wonder why) and the more time they spend together/the more they get to know each other, the more adam realizes he was wrong about ronan and actually really Genuinely starts to like him
  • eventually adam goes to gansey and matthew and says he doesnt want to play their game anymore and they can keep their money
  • but ronan finds out that adam was paid to take him out—cue a dramatic storming off, ronan’s faith in adam being temporarily shattered, and adam doing a gesture (mayhaps dropping the “i love you” bomb during an argument) that convinces ronan he really truly does like him
  • and obviously the paintball date scene and the singing scene from the movie will be Mandatory in this au

- truce / twenty one pilots

please do not repost - reblogs are always appreciated

Which Twice Member should you fight?
  • Nayeon: Please fight Nayeon, I guarantee you she deserves it and you will win easily. I mean she might cry and you'll feel guilty but it's worth it. Fight her
  • Jeongyeon: Look Jeongyeon is trying her best ok, and I know it's tempting to punish her for all the dabbing but just don't ok, she'll go down easy but she doesn't deserve it.
  • Momo: What the hell, have you seen her arms she will rip you in two. Besides why would you want to fight someone so pure and innocent. Shame on you
  • Sana: You don't even have a chance of getting to Sana, there is no way in hell you're gonna make it past all of her girlfriends.
  • Jihyo: Are you honestly telling me that you want to fight God. Lmao good luck buddy you will die
  • Mina: Mina looks like she's innocent and easy to beat but I guarantee you she knows some kind of secret form of kickboxing or something. Don't take that risk.
  • Dahyun: Good luck even getting to the fighting cause Dahyun will pull some epic dramatic shit and start monologuing. You'll beat her easily but it's not worth the effort.
  • Chaeyoung: I mean, you'll win but are you honestly telling me you want to fight this tiny ball of fluff. It's not worth it to have that on your conscience.
  • Tzuyu: No. You will not win. Even if you manage to beat her by some miracle, you're gonna have like eight angry girls on your ass. Don't try it.

fartsanddies  asked:

Not sure if you're still doing the requests so I'll just say please consider drawing more of my pure and innocent son Spider-man cause Tom Holland literally was created for this role and I love him so much so after I saw the movie I was suffering bc there's just not enough fanarts and then YOUR ART HAPPENED and it saved me cause it's amazing how well you captured his character. So just letting you know I love you for that <3

this was so sweet omg thank you! i agree i love him he is adorable and so good for the role

anonymous asked:

You know that "who you should fight" meme? Could you do a BSD version of it, if it's not too much to ask?

(Ngl this may be the best thing I’ve ever answered)

WHO YOU SHOULD FIGHT

ADA

Atsushi: You win(?)

  • Walk right up to him and beat the ever-loving shit of him. He’ll apologize to you. An easy fight, just don’t slip in any tasteless orphan jokes, it’ll have the opposite effect intended and he’ll take you the fuck out with the pure intent to prove he’s worthy. You could beat him but the psychological weight of crushing someone so innocent will ensure that you never feel right again. Fight him if you have no soul.

Dazai: You lose

  • He’ll turn the whole affair into a big joke. If you, by some stroke of luck, actually hit him, he’ll probably just say ‘harder daddy’. The psychological effects of brawling Dazai will be devastating either way. DO. NOT.  FIGHT.

Ranpo: You win

  • Honestly, it’s hardly worth your time. He hasn’t eaten anything but chocolate cake and cheap lollipops for the last six years, not to mention any form of physical exercise. He’s got pale-ass noodle arms and a muffin top (don’t believe the official art’s lies. The bitch eats solely from a candy shop and looks like he just topped off a cycling session with Jillian Micheals? Get the fuck out). Just don’t bring a Jolly Rancher shiv because he’ll eat the damn thing. Undoubtedly fight, just be prepared to book it like a fucking librarian after you knock him out because the rest of the ADA will come after you.

Kyouka: Depends 

  • Look, fourteen’s a shitty age even when you’re not dealing with pressing morality crises.There is nothing Kyouka wants more in this world than to dial herself, let Demon Snow rip and raise her kill count to thirty seven. But all you gotta do to keep her at bay is debate on morality like Matthew fucking Murdock in Netflix’s Daredevil. If you can successfully hold her back with discussion on ethics (and how hers will be jack-shit if she slaughters you) you have a slim chance of victory. A great fight if you need to practice for speech class.

Kunikida: You lose

  • You might think victory’s as simple as tossing his notebook in a nearby water fountain and watching him flip a lid, but this is an absolutely awful tactic and the inside of your head will be decorating the sidewalk in mere milliseconds. He beats Dazai’s band-aid wrapped flanks on the daily and he won’t hesitate to destroy yours. If you fight, at least your cause of death can be listed as ‘blonde beefcake’s rippling biceps’.

Kenji: You win

  • Just feed him a few bowls of Spaghetti-o’s before you deck him and the little blonde bitch won’t stand a chance. You can smack him back into the cultist backwater rice paddies he crawled out of easy as smacking a crippled fly. A perfect fight for abusing a fourteen year old without getting into too much trouble. 

Fukuzawa: You lose

  • You might think you could dress up in a kitty costume and sneak up to him. And you could. It would be easy, in fact. He’s so focused on the cuteness he won’t notice any maliscious intent. Despite this his reflexes are simply too quick and he’ll still take you the fuck out when you make your move. A bad fight from all angles. You’ll have to fend off his adopted, dysfunctional ADA children too. Just don’t.

PORT MAFIA

Akutagawa: Depends (99.5% losing chance. risky.)

  • Yeah, you’re fucked. Akutagawa won’t even wait until you initiate, he’ll be the one attacking you, probably over something minor and stupid like the color of your pants is personally offensive. Rashomon will be slicing and dicing you into a smoothie for cannibals before you know what hit you. The only way you make it out alive is if by some stroke of luck Dazai happens to be in a one hundred mile radius and Akutagawa’s senpai-radar starts going off. Fight only if you bring My Chemical Romance vinyls to punt at him; they’re his biggest weakness .

Chuuya: Depends (99.75% losing chance. Cross thy fingers and pray)

  • Facing Chuuya is a bigger risk than that board game. He’s practically impervious to all close-up melee and he’s too small of a target to be hit with anything from afar. You might think you’d have a fighting chance if you knocked his hat off; after all, that’s basically all he is. A hat rack prone to alcoholism. But that fury will only make him stronger and he’ll crush you like you’re a cum-covered Dazai body pillow. As with Akutagawa your only glimmer of hope for survival is if bandage-kun happens to be close by because Chuuya will prioritize and leave your now crippled ass in the dust that he punted you in. Only fight while intoxicated. (Both of you. Not just him. It’s more fun that way. Much like Turkish oil wrestling but with more gravity.)

Mori: You lose

  • If you want to fight him you’ve obviously got a death wish and I’m not going to stop you. There’s easier ways to go though, man. Easier ways. His expression won’t even change when he whips out that scalpel (I don’t believe that man’s ever been to medical school) and filets you like a fresh caught tuna, on its way to a B-rated fast food join. Your body’s gonna get left on the pavement for the stray dogs. (No, I’m not gonna finish that joke. Low hanging fruit. I have some dignity.) If you want to die that bad, just go see if Dazai will suicide with you. It’ll be significantly less painful

Elise: I fucking dare you

  • I mean, you probably could take her out, she’s like seven. Mori will let her play skip rope with your small intestine after she’s recovered. Rest In Peace if you even consider it.

Kouyou: You lose

  • I don’t know what would inspire you to be so stupid. She’ll just let out a dignified little chuckle and shove that umbrella sword so far up your ass you’ll be tasting acid rain for months, and she’ll do it all in the most ladylike way possible. Unless you’re ready for your innards to end up in a teapot, served with chocolate-coated orange wafers at tea break, just don’t fight.

Oda: ???

  • He’s fucking dead. What are you gonna do, kick his headstone, maybe plant some weeds over his grave? Just don’t mention the burnt orphan soup, or he’ll literally rise and put you in his coffin instead. If you’re willing to dabble into necromancy, knock yourself (or him, in this case) out.

Q: Haha

  • I get why you’d want to fight him, I really do. He looks like a miniature Cruella Deville on an acid trip. But you just don’t have a chance. Hit him. Go ahead. As soon as you so much as brush him he has the power to destroy your shit like it’s never been destroyed before. Will annihilate you from the inside out. The deadliest emo thirteen year old there’s ever been; avoid at all costs!!!

Higuchi: You LOSE

  • You might think you have a chance because she doesn’t have an ability. But you’re gravely mistaken. Higuchi is bitter. Higchi is ruthless. Higuchi does not give a fuck about anything other than getting Emotagawa-senpai to notice her. She has nothing, nothing to lose and she will not rest until she’s pulling your tonsils through your asshole in the hopes that Akutagawa will give her a thumbs-up for slaughtering you. DO NOT fight. She stands to lose nothing and gain everything.

THE GUILD

Hawthorne: You lose

  • You might think that you’d have a fighting chance because he’s a priest and priest’s aren’t supposed to wreck people’s shit but he will see your sins and you won’t even see him coming. Try to punch him his ability is literally activated by injuries. Knocks you out with a psalter hymnal and ships you off to Bible camp while you’re unconscious.  Only fight if you have never sinned, not once, ever.

Steinbeck: Depends

  • If you’re from the city he’ll destroy you. Farm boys always tear apart city people no questions asked. If that fact doesn’t dissuade you then just prepare yourself not to be freaked the fuck out when he jack-knifes his own neck and starts sprouting flora. As long as you keep your cool you’ve got a 30/70 chance. Only fight if you bring a metric fucktonne of weed killer.

Poe: You win (biggest douchecanoe award, but that’s about it)

  • Physically, sure, you could sneeze within fifty feet of his pasty ass and take him down. But really? Do you really want to hurt him? He’ll stare right into your soul with those sad, sad eyes and wonder just what he did to inspire such bitterness in you. If you can still fuck him up after that then you’d best kiss your spirit goodbye because it’s descending to the seventh level of fiery hell as you read this. Plus, honestly, there’s no true triumph against a man whose best bud is a raccoon. That’s just too rad. If you can deal with the pressing moral consequences and a pissed off  raccoon, go for it. (You monster)

Mitchell: You win

  • All you have to do is push her hospital bed down the stairs and pretend it was an accident. Her comatose ass can’t do a thing to stop you. Fight if you’re ready to run from angry hospital staff.

Fitzgerald: You lose 

  • You know, this sentient sack of Benjamins deserves it, in all honesty, but don’t try. Him and his power suit will kick you into the next millennia before you can say ‘old sport’. Prepare to be crushed by capitalism.

Melville: You win

  • He’s like eighty and his ability’s a goddamn floating whale. As long as you don’t throw down at Sea World, you’re good. Fight as long as you’re not in front of an assisted living facility; the CNAs will think he’s a resident and defend him.

Lovecraft: Depends

  • Attack him while he’s trying to nap and he’ll be too lazy to get up. Otherwise… yeah, just google ‘Cthulhu’. You’ll get the idea. Don’t fight: there’s no beating weaponized tentacle porn.

Montgomery: You lose

  • Go right ahead and try, she’ll whisk you away to her Melanie-Martinez ass torture dimension and let Anne mop the floor with your teeth. It’s kind of like challenging God. Unless you want to spend eternity in an unsexy rip-off of the 50 shades Red Room, DO. NOT. ENGAGE.

Twain: You win

  • Twain’s all talk, anybody that walks around with their titties hanging out 24/7 is definitely trying to distract from something. In this case he’s trying to fool people into thinking he’s not a dictionary-definition pussy. Rip the heads off his muppet babies and he doesn’t even have an ability anymore, the schmuck. Fight when you’re looking for a quick self-esteem boost. 

Alcott: You win

  • This poor woman does not deserve to be tortured anymore than she already is by the weight of her own social awkwardness, but if you really insist: make a derogatory comment and she’s basically down for the count already, no physical contact necessary. If you really want to dominate, just steal her glasses and she instantly morphs into a significantly less foxy Velma Dinkley. Also significantly less prone to self defense. An A-1 fight for when you’re looking to cement residency in Hell.

OTHER

Ango: Depends

  • You would think his beanpole ass would be an easy target. You’d be wrong, though. So very wrong. He’s been chugging tomato juice like it’s his job for the past forever and he’s got a snazzy pair of handcuffs he’s just dying to break out. If you sabotage basic safety features on his car, though, he’s a goner. Just sneakily unbuckle his seat belt while he’s driving and you’ve basically defeated him right then and there. A good fight for practicing strategic tactics and subtle vehicle vandalism.

Fyodor: You lose

  • Just ask A how that one turned out. Actually, ask anyone in the manga what throwing down with Fyodor entails. (Unless you only watch the anime, then just wait for the season three that we’re probably not getting) He’ll escort you personally to the gates of hell with a flick to your forehead. Then he’ll step right over your still-warm corpse and start playing the cello with that unnecessarily wide leg-spreadage. Mess with this sentient ushanka hat and he’ll uSHANKa you.

rewatching cr because vacation, some fun little moments from cr1:

  • “i only know, like, three letters. a…f……..a…….”
  • scanlan doing things (like invisibility and dimension door, that he now does all the time), and laura going “you can DO that????”
  • scanlan is encouraged to invisibly poop in the greyspire manor beds. little did they know….
  • “i hate goblins.” from scanlan right away, and keyleth says “don’t you have a family history with them?” he doesn’t elaborate. vox machina murders them for him anyways (”i want to give them the cleanest shave possible”- grog)
  • travis’s absolute glee during the first fight
  • laura and travis rolled the same initiative, like the married couple they are
  • they killed the end boss in ten minutes. remember when their boss fights used to be minutes instead of several hours? #higherlevelprobs
  • SO MANY CRITS. the dice gods clearly wanted to encourage this show in its infancy
  • the episode was just barely over three hours. so pure, so innocent, thinking they were always going to adhere to time limits
Make Sure To Be Bored More Often ~ Harry Styles Smut

Warning Smut

This is my first smut so bare with me and REQUESTS ARE OPEN so go ahead and request anything you want.  Feedback is great so please do sent some either on this or over ask/message.  I hope you enjoy



You were bored.  Beyond bored you were so close to going out of your mind.  Harry had just come back from a meeting which he had been at all day while you lay there watching reruns of Once Upon a Time, which has been your addiction since Harry had come back from America and had introduced you to it.  The whole fact it was based off Disney characters and other fictional childhood favourites made your day.  But, again after watching 10 episodes none stop even this began to bore you.  So, an idea came to your mind.  Harry’s fans adored you considering you were the only girl out there that had not broken his heart or used him for fame like a lot of his past girlfriends.  Following this you had a few followers of your own which lead to you doing what you did next.

It was 9 in the afternoon and considering Harry was in the bath relaxing after the day he’s had you decided open yourself to have a live stream.  Thinking that the fans would be able to keep you company while your boyfriend was busy was probably the best idea you had, had.  So, tweeting out on your phone that you were going to have a livestream in 10 minutes you then made your way up to your bedroom to get your laptop and set it up on your counter in the kitchen. Loading up twitter your livestream began and quickly your views went into the thousands.  

“Hi everyone” you laughed as the views increased every second.  “Okay I am going to try my best to look at everything you are sending to me but this is going a lot faster than I thought it would so it may take me some time, and I am sorry if I do not read your question as there are a lot of you.”  You hated letting them down, knowing that you used to be exactly like them when their tweet may not get answered by their favourite.  “Ah okay I have a question here from Alexa.  Lovely name by the way!  How’s your day been?”  you read out what was tweeted to you seconds ago.  “I am doing very well thank you just waiting for Harry to finish up in the bathroom so we can watch a movie, tonight we have decided on Space Between Us, my friends will not shut up about it so I think it’s time for me to finally give in and watch it.  Of course, I am dragging Harry into watching with me!”  Your happiness grew by the second, and honestly you were so glad that you had decided to do this.

Around an hour had passed and you decided to end the stream and go and check where Harry was you were beginning to miss him. “Okay guys, I think this is going to be the end of the live stream.  Thank you so much for tuning in and I hope you have a lovely night and I will hopefully do another one of these again soon with Harry maybe next time.  Good Night guys.”  You smiled at the camera before ending the livestream all together and turning your laptop off.  Just as you were about to call Harry’s name he came down the stairs with a few blankets and the movie you brought earlier this week.  As soon as he saw you his face lit up like it always did when he looked at you.

“Loved the live stream babe” Harry said while coming over to you and giving you a peck on the lips.  

“You watched, you could have come down and joined in.  You should have seen how many people thought I was joking when I said I was living with you. Next well have people saying were broken up” I joked even though I know there will be at least one person who says that.

“Sure, they will baby girl.  Anyway, will join you next time I was just taking care of something that would not be very PG for the livestream” Harry winked at you while his hand was down his joggers indicating to you what he meant.  You almost chocked on your own spit when that came out of his mouth.  You were slightly annoyed though it had been weeks since you two had had sex considering how busy he has been with his album, then interviews and traveling around American for a brief time.  This then meaning by the time he got home he was too tiered or “we’ll have sex tomorrow I swear” which never came.  But, you just rolled your eyes.  You needed tonight to be the night that the dry spell ended finally.  But, he was not going to get it that easily, of course a little teasing had to be in play.  

So, you went and got everything organised for tonight you put the pillows where you live them and what would be best comfortable for you and Harry and then got the blankets.  You hated England weather ever since Harry had come back from LA and had told you how perfect it was there.  It had been so hot the past few days, you literally could not sleep without a fan, now I had to go out with a coat on because it was too cold out.  How that happened i will never know.

You then went and put in the movie, you were so excited about watching this movie.  You had seen the trailer and almost cried from just that now having the movie you made sure to stock up on tissues.  You made yourself comfortable and then Harry made his way into the living room with just his joggers on.  How is this boy walking round like that when its 6 degrees out I will never know, but you were not going to complain?  He made his way to you so you could snuggle into him when you watch the movie. This was the one thing you loved most about watching movies with Harry and that was just being able to have him there to hold and having him stroke your back was pure bliss.

The movie was around half way through when you started your master plan, you were loving this movie so far but having Harry next to you shirtless was enough to drive any girl insane.  “Babe I am just going to go and get changed I am a little too warm in my jumper” you said innocently messing with your jumper sleeves trying to act as though you were too warm.  

“Do you want me to pause it?”  Harry asked as you made your way out of the room and towards your shared bedroom.  

“No, its fine ill only be a second” you admitted while rushing off to get changed into something you knew would fluster Harry just the slightest.  You did not want this to make him want to rip your clothes off but you also did not want him not to be a little flustered.  You changed your jumper for a tank top and made sure to take your bra off so your boobs were fully ready to be exposed and correct by Harry’s tender touch. You then put on some female boxer briefs so they were a little shorter than your PJ shorts and they made your bum look incredible.  You made your way back into the living room making sure to bend over just before you sat down to pick your phone up off the table, this receiving a sigh from behind you.  

You then straddled over Harry to get over your side of the sofa. “What are you doing Y/N, how can it take you this long to get back next to me” Harry began to stretch out as soon as you lay down again making sure to have your boobs level with his face.  

“I was just getting something sorry for taking so long” you rolled your eyes at this knowing full well Harry hated when you did not take him seriously sometimes.  His eyes looked you up and down before coughing and looking back at the movie.  You knew you were affecting him slightly and this made you so happy.  You subconsciously started to stroke up and down Harry’s chest while watching the movie, you knew he liked you doing this and you also knew it gave you a chance to accidently knock your hand over the waist band of his sweats and ‘accidently’ knock his dick.

Harry then turned around and snuggled into your neck, you checked the time to see that it was already 11 at night.  Knowing Harry was likely to be becoming sleepy you pushed his head up to meet your face.  “Y/N can we watch this movie tomorrow I want to sleep” Harry sighed.  Before he had chance to open his eyes you quickly planted your lips onto him feeling him groan underneath you.  The kiss turned heated a lot quicker than you expected and you pushed him sideward to that you could straddle him.  His eyes lighting up at the sight of you.  “Well it seems like I am no longer as tiered as I thought I was” you laughed at his comment become going down to kiss along his jaw while also grinding on him.  All you heard were curse words coming from Harry’s mouth which made you even more wet than you already were.

Harry’s hands began roaming your body and he began to pull off your boxer shorts.  This made you stop what you were doing to stop him.  “No Harry, you made me wait weeks for this so that means you will be waiting a little longer to see what I have.” You smirked loving being in control for once.  All he could do in return was groan as he was in pure bliss knowing that after so long this was finally going to happen.  You kissed your way down his chest slowly down to his ever-growing erection.  You slowly pushed down his sweats and began licking up his shaft.  You then began to push him into your mouth as much as you could, making sure to use your hand on what you could not fit in your mouth.

“Fuck Y/N this feels so good I have missed your mouth so much baby girl” he said while you bobbed your head quickly up and down his shaft.  You loved pleasing him but once he came in your mouth and he came down from his high, you decided to let him take control.  You enjoyed it when he did all the effort just to make you feel good and he hated to admit it but he loved being dominant and having you be a whimpering mess underneath him.  He quickly flipped you onto your back and pumped himself a few times to make himself hard again, “Y/N I fucking love you” he said with a groan as he made his way into you with a groan.  He began slow, making sure you felt every part of him, then he did what you loved most. He quickened the pace and began slamming into you.  

All that was heard throughout the room was moaning and slapping of skin to skin as he pounded into you with all his might.  “Ah fuck Harry that feels so good” you shouted as he pulled your legs up to his shoulders knowing you were both close.  He began to do a figure of eight in your clit so that you would follow him in your climax.  

“I am close too baby” Harry whimpered as he pounded into you the last few times you both got overcome with ecstasy.  Harry pulled out of you as you adjusted with the feeling of not having him inside of you, and you both came down from your highs.  “That was fucking amazing” Harry sighed as you looked over to him with a smile.

“Tell me about it”

“Make sure to be bored more often” Harry laughed as you lay down to watch the final scenes of the movie.

  • <p> <b>What I say:</b> I'm fine<p/><b>What I mean:</b> Lucretia is an incredibly complex character just like every other character in TAZ and while her actions weren't good or right, they were carried out with good intentions and were, from her perspective, the best solution for her friends and for the world. Even though she knew that taking the decision out of her friends' hands was unfair, she truly believed she was helping them and the world by doing so. She is, as all people, capable of mistakes and has made morally ambiguous decisions and it's incredibly irritating to see any part of the fandom either demonizing her or calling her an innocent pure baby. People are almost never 100% good or evil and im tired of tumblr treating everything as a black-and-white issue when in reality almost nothing is<p/></p>

crippling-depression-simulator  asked:

So like I'm a high key NovaHD shipper (duh, my pp), and I just wanted to let you know that your NovaHD drawing is ACTUALLY the best thing I've ever seen and it's so innocent and pure and my lord you're amazing! Two things, though! One- Can you please draw more NovaHD? ☺️ Two- I hope this isn't creepy, but do you draw smut? Sorry if that weirded you out 😂💗

Here some more NovaHd that’s kinda smutty, only a little bit. It isn’t creepy to like smut, but I won’t draw smut here lol Maybe I should make a “nsfw” account and draw all smut requests there lol

Request List

✔️Clubs and Blood–Jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?

✔️Laughter is the best medicine–jerome fluff where the reader was held hostage and jerome saves her but shes hurt and he cares for her and is just super over protective? thank you so much and love your imagines!

✔️Number one fan–Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.

✔️Breaking out my baby–Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured

Jelly beans–Could you please do a fanfic where Jerome gets Jealous or one where he meets the reader in Arkham? Thank you! You’re a great reader! I look forward to reading more of your work soon! :)

Sticks and Stones? Staples and Thrones- You should do one where Jerome meets Harley for the first time after being all cut up. (Yet he’s somehow still beautiful!!) And he takes an immediate liking to her because she’s totally bad ass and doesn’t care about his scars? The rest is your imagination, I guess.

Don’t be so stupid–Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut

Perfectly plump–Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX

Lost and found–Could you do a Jerome imagine where he finds the reader after coming back to life

Monkey see monkey do–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

I’m the boss–I was thinking of a jerome x reader. Like maybe you’re part of the Maniax with him and you get in an argument with him during a job that gets a little rough. Maybe he pushes you against a wall or something? Maybe an “i’ll deal with you later” and so on and so forth.

Eye catching–I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another. (P.S if you make the reader British I’ll love you for life

Has anyone seen my Harley?!–Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.

Sweetie pie–Okay so Jerome always seems to have a sort of narcissistic additude right? What if there was a girl he’d known his whole life who he had on a pedestal? Like do no wrong, maybe even wanting the cult to worship her instead.

You wish!–Hi can you do an image of Jerome X Reader where everyone knows that the reader belongs to Jerome even after death so when Dwight tried to become Jerome he takes the reader and she keeps fighting him and saying things like he will never be Jerome so Dwight hits her on live t.v. causing Jerome to become furious and he saves the reader in the end.

King and Queen–Reader met him when he was in circus and both are crazy (XD) in love with each other. And have plans to be King and Queen of Gotham city. When Jerome is in Arkham he misses her so much. One day he find Queen of hearts card under his plate..and then Queen’s and hers entourage most epic and badass arrival in history.
I have end in my mind, but don’t want to tie you with to many details. So you have free hand, I guess. Just some mad fluff.

Sweet little monster–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line

Have you learned nothing?!–Can you do an imagine where The reader is Jeromes ex and he finds them after they went on a date with another man and it turns into jealous smut?

Good Cop Bad Cop–Maybe Jerome could have a thing for, or be in love with, Jim Gordon’s fiancé or girlfriend before he died?And she finds reawakened Jerome instead of Lee?

Triangles–Can you do a imagine or headcanon where everyone likes the reader, as in they’re all cool with her & got her back, so when they find out she’s in a polyamorous relationship with Edward & Jerome (let’s pretend that Penguin isn’t head over heels for Ed ) they getting really upset cus shes basically everyone’s little sister & its just a bunch of funny dramatic fluff mess 😂😂😂 Also your work is awesome❤❤

Lookie here!–Hi I was wondering if you could do a Jerome imagine where he meets the reader at Arkham is always trying to her attention

Innocence is Pure–Do you think you could please make a fluffy imagine where the reader is not into the whole, “murder yay” thing (I guess you can say she’s a bit innocent), so Jerome is a bit sensitive/careful around her? Idk, something different than when the reader is a bad girl.

Now that’s interesting–I love your blog and you’re writing can I request a Jerome Smut where he’s just been bought back to life and he comes to find and sees your dating some one else and gets jealous . So he shows you who you belong to

Nice Effects!–Can I request an imagine where Jerome is back from the dead and on the hunt for his face when he meets reader and she points him to Dwight and when Jerome finally gets his face and puts it back on they can kiss and have some naughty times lol?


The best people are–reader being a normal teen girl and then being crazy and then being a maniac and then being jerome’s girlfriend or something, i can’t be more clear XD

Small but violent–could I maybe get a fic where Jerome is just wandering the streets to just cause chaos, and sees the reader and decides to mess with her. but he seriously underestimates what they’re capable of and he likes her dark side. I hope that makes sense and I gotta say I love your work. Makes my day.

Chicken noodle soup–Can you do a request with Jerome where he comes home “after work” to a sick gf and they just have a cuddly moment wrapped up in the covers and just fluff

Red as blood–Jerome request His not-so-sane plans for valentine’s day? Humorous yet smutty, maybe x

Familiar– Can I request an imagine where the reader and Jerome both come back from the dead and don’t remember each other. But then Jerome remembers the reader after a near death experience

Armed and ready–Could you do a Jerome smut where he is in a relationship with s crazy evil girl y/n and he basically gets arrested and then y/n bursts into the prison covered in weapons and saves him then they have rough sex with a lot of biting from Jerome


Entertainment–can you please make an imagine where the reader is like the hottest stripper at the club and jerome notice how good she looks and can’t stop looking at her so he take her to his place and they well you know. Thank you!!


Roof tops and dark ally ways–Can I have an imagine where Jerome stalks

Who even likes sticks?–Can I have an imagine where I’m curvy and Jerome has a crush

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Let’s talk about sex... (M)

Request- Hi can I request a namjoon smut about you and him are married? y’all are having sex and your child accidentally walked in on you two? Then you and/or him try to give your child the sex talk (awkwardly?) Lol please be super smutty and fluffy!! Thank youuuu!!! 

I hope you like it, thank you so much for requesting! 

This scenario contains mature and sexual content. You have been warned! 

Originally posted by myloveseokjin


You and Namjoon got married ten years ago. With Namjoon it was really love at first sight. He was like a gust of wind that swept you off your feet and had your whirling in the wind. The butterfly’s you had got on your first few dates, you still had them. 

You had gotten pregnant with a baby boy, both you and Namjoon were over joyed. You had a little girl a few years after your son. People always told you that marriage was hard work,especially with Namjoon away all the time for his job.  But you never thought like that. You felt blessed to be able to be with Namjoon for the rest of your life. The only thing you found difficult was trying to be quite having sex at night. Afraid you would wake one of the kids. Namjoon could always manage to make you scream in pleasure. 

You both tried different things to keep quite. Having sex in the shower in the mornings was the usual spot, or Namjoon would shove panties in your mouth to muffle your screams. Which was always fun. But Namjoon was just back from tour, you needed him now, or you thought you were going to explode. As soon as he walked through the door you wanted to jump his bones, but y’know you had kids who wanted to see their daddy. But you wanted your daddy too…

You missed his smile, you missed everything about him. Namjoon was your husband, but he was also your best friend. The sexting was fun, but you needed his hands on you, consuming you, taking you to a different world. 

“Daddy!” Your daughter excitedly ran towards Namjoon, whom picked her up and held her close to his chest, dropping his bags on the floor. 

“Hey, sweetheart! I missed you so so much. Oh my, you’ve gotten so talk since I last saw you! I told you not to grow up when I was away, I don’t want to miss any of it!” Namjoon scolded the giggling little girl in his arms. The sight had your heart swooning, you loved watching Namjoon with your kids. He really was a great dad. 

“Dad!” Your son ran towards Namjoon, who set the little girl on the floor in order to hug his son. Namjoon kissed the top of his head. 

“I missed you so much.” Namjoon looked up, making eye contact with you smirking. Your lust filled gaze couldn’t tare away from him. He made long strides towards you embracing you in a tight hug, his face snuggling into the crook of your neck. Leaving a soft kiss on the nape of your neck, his hand sneakily snaking down your back to cup your ass.  

He’s trying to kill you. 

“Baby, I missed you so much. I’ll show you just how much later.” Namjoon gave your ass a final squeeze, pulling back to wink at you and turn to play with your kids. What a little shit. You were already starting to get wet. 

Motherfucker. 


The rest of the night consisted of Namjoon teasing you, in front of your children. Its fine when he does it in front of the boys, but the children.. All you wanted to do was have Namjoon fuck you into oblivion. Was that so much to ask for? 

You have never been happier putting your kids to bed, tucking them both in, kissing them goodnight. Wishing them the sweetest of dreams, partly hoping they wont be having nightmares and want to bed buds for the night. You pad your way down to your shared bedroom, finding Namjoon lounging on the bed with his phone in his hands. You gently close the down behind you. 

You really needed a quick fuck and then you could take it slow. You were just so horny. You pull your top off and slip out of your trousers, leaving you in Namjoons favourite lingerie set. You climb up the bed to him, straddling his hips. You take the phone out for his hands, placing it on the bedside table. 

“Someone missed me.” Namjoon singsongs, with a smirk plastered across his face. His hands running up and down your bare thighs, your hands on his toned arms. 

“You have know idea, how much I missed you, Joonie. I thought I was going to have to fly to see you, or I’d explode.” You whined, making Namjoon chuckle. 

“I do know. Being without you is so hard, its hard to stay sane. Especially, when you were sending me ten nudes a day.” Namjoon kisses you your jaw, making you giggle. The whole time Namjoon was away, you were constantly sending Namjoon pictures of you naked, wanting him to send a few back. Which he did. 

“I was just being a good wife.”You smirk, leaning down capturing his lips with yours. Oh how you missed how his soft, plump lips move against your own. He was quick to stick his tongue out, licking your lips to stick his tongue down your throat, which you obligated. Opening your mouth to play with his tongue. You moaned loudly into the passionate kiss, hands running down his chest to rip his top off. He lifted over his head, flinging it on the floor to return to kissing you. 

“You’re so beautiful, baby. How did I go so long without you?” Namjoon says, kissing down your neck and chest. He smooths his hands up your back, unclasping your bra letting it fall. Namjoon looks into your eyes, licking his lips before he leans into your chest. Kissing, sucking and nipping your breasts, still maintaining eye contact, so start to grind down on his hardening member. 

“Fuck, Namjoon You’re already so hard.” You moan, missing being this close with him over the last number of weeks. 

“You’re just so sexy, baby. It’s not my fault.” He smirks, sucking purple and blue bruises all over your chest. 

“I wasn’t complaining.” You retort, grinding down on him harder making him moan. You loll your head back in pleasure, the feeling of his hard member rubbing against your wet pussy had you moaning. 

“What are you’s doing?” You look towards the door, seeing your son standing look at you and Namjoon. Namjoon quickly rolls you over so hes on top, blocking your son from seeing anything. 

“Hey, buddy why don’t you go back to your room and we’ll be in in a moment.” Namjoon assures him. 

“Okay.” He turns around and walks out of your bedroom. 

“Oh my god! How long was he standing there? Hes scared, we’re going to have to send him to therapy!” You blurt out. Namjoon chuckles, stroking your cheek. 

“Baby, its okay. At least we weren’t fucking yet. We just need to go and have the sex talk, hes ten its fine. We would of had to do it sooner or later.” Namjoon sits up, so you can get out from under him. You put your top and shorts back on. 

“He’s only a baby!” You exclaim, Namjoon pulling you into his chest. 

“Well, after our talk hell know to knock.” Namjoon chuckles, taking your hand in his, bringing you to your sons room. You really didn’t want to have this talk, he was still your little boy. You wanted him to stay innocent and pure for a while longer. 

“Hey buddy, I think we should have a talk.” Namjoon pulls you to sit down on the edge of your sons bed, across from him, who sat on his desk chair. Your son looks at both of you with wide, innocent eyes. 

“What were yous doing? I could her yous, it sounded like your were being hurt.” He was so innocent and cute, Namjoon squeezed your hand in his. 

“We were having sex-” Namjoon starts, but you interrupt him. 

“But you can only have it when you really love someone like me and your dad love each other.” You blurt out, making Namjoon chuckle. 

“Yeah, but its for pleasure and its also how you make babies. Sex is when a man puts his penis in the woman’s vagina, but again as your mam said, its only for adults, okay.” Namjoon held your hand tight the whole time. 

“Are yous trying to have more babies?” Your son asked, with a confused look on his face. You smile at how cute he is. 

“No, sex isn’t just about making babies, its also a very intimate experience. People have sex for pleasure and to feel intimacy with the person they love.” You explain in a soft voice. 

“There’s a lot more to it, but you don’t need to know it all yet. You should get to sleep, you have school in the morning.”Namjoon stands up, kissing the top of your sons head. Whispering and ‘I love you’. 

“I love you so much, okay. But don’t have sex until your 25, okay. You said more as a statement. You embrace your son in a hug and pinch his cheeks, kissing his forehead. 

You and Namjoon retreat back to your bed, sliding under the comfort of the sheets. Namjoon pulls you into his chest. 

“I don’t have work tomorrow, I’ll leave the kids to school. When I get back I expect you to be fully naked on the bed waiting for me.” You smile, excited for what tomorrow morning will bring. 

“Yes, daddy.” 


A/N- Okay, my mam never actually gave me the talk. She gave me a book when I got my first period that told me how everything and everything else was from movies, friends and my own curiosity soo I don’t if thats how they go. Sorry that it suck so much~ 

Ohhhh and im so sorry for the wait, I suck. But thank you so much for requesting! 

-Admin Abe x

Part 21 - Young Hearts (4)

Waking up, seeing that text he sent, my heart aches. 

I rather you didn’t tell me in the first place. Why? 

Why did you bother calling in the middle of the night asking my permission to have fun with other guys?

Why did you call?

If you really had feelings towards me, why didn’t you tell me?

I was laughing at my own frustration, who am I to be angry? why should I feel sad? we’re just friends. Maybe I’m the only one catching feelings.


1 Whatsapp Message - Hanson 3:40pm

Hanson : Whatcha doing there?

I didn’t care to reply, its been a month since we knew each other but you seem like you just want to be friends, in my mind I’m just wondering. ‘What are we?’

1 Whatsapp Message - Hanson 6:00pm

Hanson : Busy?

I was watching a movie on my laptop. It was The Vow by Rachel McAdams and Channing Tatum, there’s one of my favorite scene I will always remember, where the mother confesses to the daughter saying,

“I choose to stay with all the right thing he did,

                              And not to leave for that one thing he did wrong.

I forgive him”

Well I was cracking up inside when I was watching it, I’m not encouraging you guys to forgive your other half when he cheats, but it depends how much you love him, how badly you still wants him even after he did wrong, love is about learning and growing after all. 

But in my situation, who am I to forgive him? we’re not even dating…haha.


Incoming Call Hanson - 7:15pm

Me : Hello?..

Hanson : Hello, are you okay? 

Me : Ya.

Hanson : Do you wanna tell me about it?

Me : I’m fine.

Hanson : You’re not. Tell me.

(Silence) 

Hanson : Is it because of me? you’re making me worried. 

Me : I’m not okay. But I’ll be fine on my own, just leave me be. 

Hanson : Do you wanna come out?

Me : I..I’m going out soon. (Not really)

Hanson : with who?

Me : Friends.

(Silence, heavy breathing sound)

I was tough. I find it hard to express, although he kept pushing down my walls, I’ll keep rebuilding it. I lay down on the bed with my phone next to my ear, I’m tired of playing games, its all or nothing.

Me : Hanson.

Hanson : Yea?

Me : I like being around with you. I feel ha- (interrupted) 

Hanson : I’m coming in 10mins. 


My eyes were red as I got into the car, I was nervous, I didn’t know how he feel about me, about us. We did not utter a word while driving to a nearby park.

Hanson : (pulls the break, turned off the headlights of the car) (looks at me and awkwardly smiled)

his eyes were red too. It was quiet, I could only hear our breaths and heartbeats. Anticipating each other to start the conversation, for once I didn’t know where to start… 

Hanson : remember when I told you about my previous relationship experience? I cheated on my partner and my partner cheated on me, all the breakup and stuffs, I was really losing hope on relationship, questioning love itself. And I told myself I won’t get into a relationship for the time being.

But you make me believe in love, you make me feel love again. (started crying)

I am so sorry

As he held on to my arms and started crying loudly, apologizing numerously, his icy cold hands, his river of tears flowing down on my shirt, I couldn’t help but started crying too. I couldn’t stand seeing him in pain, my hands were slowly patting the back of his head, calming him down.

Hanson : I don’t want to lose you. I never learn. Why am I always like that? (still crying)

Me : Its not your fault, you did nothing wrong. We weren’t together aren’t we?

Hanson : I don’t want to lose you.

I never seen a guy being so emotionally unstable, I’m not freaking out. Its just his sincerity and innocent is so priceless, he’s showing his side that I’ve never seen, so vulnerable, so pure

He got off from my arm, starting wipe his own tears with his shirt, blowing his nose with the tissues, his red eyes looking at mine, frowning. I reach his hands with mine, holding it, looking at him saying: 

Me : Hanson, do you remember whenever I take videos and pictures of us, you would always say “who looks back at it?” 

(Heavy breathing before I continue) 

Well, (paused) I’m the silly one who looks at all of it before I sleep, I love you

I said it. Tears unwillingly flew down, his soft hands reaches my face as he gently wipes the tears off from my face, while his face was fill with remorse and tears saying

Hanson : I love you too. (crying) I’m so sorry.

Me : Its okay silly. you did nothing wrong. Who am I to judge? we both been cheaters before and I understand that somehow..

Me : Do you need time to think of us? (holding his hands)

Hanson : (shook his head) you? 

Me : I don’t need a second to doubt my love for you. The moment I uninstalled the applications. I knew I loved you

Hanson : I didn’t said it because I wanted to take things slow, I didn’t want to jump into a relationship so fast, so I’ve been holding it for quite some time, I really wanted to take the time and understand someone first, but hey (shook my hands) sometimes you don’t say it right? you feel it.

Me : (took his hands and placed on my chest, smiled with tears)

I guess the best part of falling in love was that you knew you weren’t falling alone. He felt the same as you did, He said the things you were just about to tell him. I really do feel the same, taking the time to understand each other. Although its only 1 month, with both our previous experience we both fell in love with guys and got together  in less than 1 week time. So I guess 1 month is pretty impressive? 

Me : But if one day, if ya, if you or even me cheated. Can we talk about it? instead of hiding it or covering it with lies. Who knows in the future I could turn a blind eye on it? But can we at least talk about it? (holding his hands)

Hanson : (Nod his head)

that moment I knew and I guess relationship wasn’t just a sweet walk in a park, it requires effort, learning and growing, accepting the flaws of each other, communicating. 

Hanson : (still wiping the tears from his face with his shirt, blowing his noses) 

Hanson : I must be very ugly now, you sure don’t want me already

Me : (Chuckles) 

Hanson : Will you still look at me the same after this?

Me : I’ll still love you the same, just like the first day I fall for you

He leans forward and I taste the salt on his lips. As we awkwardly move backwards and see through the window to see anyone’s around and saw us. We were both laughing at each other being so paranoid.


As he drove me home, I saw that red light turned green.

The best part of falling in love with Hanson is that he felt the same as I do” 

As I got down from the car, 

Me : text me when you’re home.

Hanson : bye bye

Me : Bye. Boyfriend. 


I will never forget this emotional night where our heart ties and said the words together sincerely from the bottom of our hearts for the first time. xo 

bugheadjonesiii  asked:

I have a fic suggestion. Betty gets jughead a dog! If you think the idea is stupid just ignore me all together lol

Here it is, just for you, friend! I hope I destroy you with feels 😈


Betty sighed in relief as she slipped her heels off her tired feet, ankles slightly swollen with the pressure of the day. She rolled her neck back and forth, delighting in the satisfying pop her joints made, eyes falling closed in contentment. She peeked her head round the door to Jughead’s office, expecting to see him, head down, dark hair always falling over his eyes, as he typed away furiously at his laptop as he did every day, waiting to greet her with a blinding grin and a sweet kiss. Her brows furrowed as she cast her gaze over the empty room, the sound of fingers on keys not creating their usual music.

“Jug?” she called out apprehensively, turning her head as she made to go into the living room instead.

“In here,” a somewhat muffled response came from in front of her. She rounded the corner, uncontainable laugh bursting from her lips as she took in the position her husband had decided to place himself in. He was upside down, lanky legs thrown over the back of their cream couch, hair standing up on end, as he attempted to wrap his mouth around the straw in the glass of water placed before him on the floor.

“What are you doing?” Betty asked around a grin as he flailed, straw moving further away from his mouth with every breath he huffed out. He tipped his eyes to hers briefly, childlike smirk gracing his handsome face.

“Got hiccups, wanted to see if this upside-down drinking thing really worked,” he explained as his upper body jumped slightly, hiccup catching in his throat. Betty shook her head affectionately, teeth sinking into her lower lip as she watched him, so carefree and every bit the child he never got to be in his youth.

“Shouldn’t you be working?” she asked cheekily, quirking an accusing eyebrow at him. He sighed, giving up after his latest struggle and moving to sit up, cheeks adorably flushed from all the blood rushing to his head. Betty came to sit beside him, running a gentle hand over the colour, settling readily into his open arms.

“Writer’s block, again,” he lamented, pressing his face to her temple to inhale her soothing scent. He missed it from the moment she left their bed in the morning until the second she got home at night. She hummed happily as she felt Jughead drop a kiss against her skin, rubbing a reassuring hand against his denim-clad thigh.

“It’ll pass, love, it always does,” she consoled, looking up at him from where her head was resting against his shoulder. He grumbled incoherently beneath her, fingers tracing incomprehensible patterns against her arm.

“I just do the same thing every day, all day. It gets tired, and I don’t want to feel that way about writing; I love it, I do. I just need something else to break up the day, you know? Occupy my mind with something else for a while,” he vented. Betty pressed her lips together, wanting so desperately to tell him her news but deciding she needed to wait a little bit longer. She tucked her face into his shirt to hide her grin.

“I’m sure we’ll find you something,” she murmured into the fabric, all the tension leaving her shoulders as he pulled her closer against him.

***

“Juggie?” Betty called as she closed the door softly behind her, unable to keep the excitement out of her voice as she struggled with the tiny ball of fluff in her arms.

“Office,” Jughead shouted by way of reply. She followed the rhythmic tapping of keys until she was standing at the threshold, features glowing in anticipation. He eyed her cautiously, lips pinching together in a pout as he tried to suppress a grin, spreading infectiously from her own.

“Betts… what is it?” he asked, glinting eyes flitting over her frame, taking particular note of the way her arms were tucked securely behind her back. She squirmed slightly, wrestling with an invisible force. “What are you hiding?” he asked again, letting out a nervous laugh at her unwavering smile.

“You said you wanted something to occupy your time. Well…” she trailed off, finally bringing her arms around in front of her, revealing the scrabbling grey and white sheepdog puppy cradled in her grip. “Say hello to the newest member of our family!”

If someone had asked Betty to describe the look that lit Jughead up from within she didn’t think she would ever find the words to do it justice. He bounded from his seat, taking the puppy from her hands and brought it to his face with the wonder of a young boy, cooing sweet words into its warm fur. When he finally tore his eyes away from his present they were shining through a mixture of pure innocent joy and unshed tears.

“Betty, how did you…?” he trailed off, words getting stuck in his throat, expression filled with unadulterated awe.

“Your dad told me that you always wanted one when you were younger, before… you know. So I sourced out this little guy and I’ve just been waiting to pick him up,” she beamed, completely in love with the look that showed no sign of leaving Jughead’s face. “Couldn’t have you clawing at the wallpaper in boredom now, could we?” Betty spoke, half to Jughead, half to the dog, as she moved closer to scratch the panting ball of fluff behind the ears. Jughead’s free hand snaked round her waist, pulling her tight against his side.

“I love you, you know that?” he whispered, resting his forehead against hers. She smiled softly, tongue sneaking out to wet her lips delicately, his eyes following the movement.

“I had an idea, yeah,” she replied with a smirk, leaning in to capture his mouth with hers. They pulled away with a joint laugh, Betty letting out a disgusted shriek as a third, more unwelcome tongue joined their little make out session, the puppy choosing that time to lap at both of their cheeks. “What do you want to call this menace?” Betty laughed, swiping a hand at the slobber left on her cheek.

“Hot Dog,” Jughead said instantaneously, cheeks colouring a rosy pink. “In my head he was always called Hot Dog,” he sighed. Betty couldn’t wait any longer, practically bouncing on her toes with her need to tell him.

“There’s more,” she burst out eventually, clasping her hands together in glee. Jughead turned to her eyes wide.

“More than the best present ever?” he asked incredulously, tickling Hot Dog’s belly gently. She nodded, green eyes glistening.

“I know you said you needed something else to do, and in my defence I found out about this after I got Hot Dog so I didn’t mean for it to come all at once but…” she paused, taking a steadying breath. “Look at the back of his collar,” she whispered, tears shimmering along her waterline. Jughead’s brows pinched in confusion as he cupped Hot Dog closer to his chest, glancing down to notice something attached to the leather. He took the rolled up paper in trembling hands, unfurling it slowly. He read over the results, mouth dropping open.

“Betty, are you…?” he whispered, heart hammering in his chest, threatening to burst from an overload of emotions. She was nodding frantically, biting enticingly on her bottom lip as the tears over-spilled.

“Yes! The doctor sent over the results this morning. We’re gonna have a baby, Juggie,” she whispered, voice barely audible over the pounding in his ears. It was hardly a moment before his own eyes flooded, tears leaving wet trails down his cheeks as he wound his fingers into her golden hair, pulling her face to his in a searing kiss. He pulled back, breathless, head spinning, to look into her eyes.

“I love you, I love you so much,” he repeated frantically, voice shaking. She brought her hands up to cup his cheeks, a gesture he would never tire of.

“Think of it this way,” she began, pausing until he raised his eyebrows in question. “You’ll never be bored again,” she murmured cheekily, heart flipping as he threw his head back in carefree laughter.

“That I won’t.”

The Guardian from Afar

Member: Rap Monster // BTS

Main Plot: They have to get the money before their family can suffer.

Short Summary: A leader was supposed the most composed figure in a gang, meanwhile NamJoon had long since lost his cool.

A/N: Took me like forever to write this. Sorry, @kawaii-hedgehog, but I still hope you’ll find this as enjoyable as the previous ones xD

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/ SeokJin // YoonGi // HoSeok // NamJoon // JiMin // TaeHyung // JeongGuk /

“NamJoon, wouldn’t it be a great thing to have an invisible red tie of fate with the person you are destined to be with; to know that somewhere in this world, there is someone out there, waiting for you just as you wait for them?” her sleepy voice asked as she was hunched over, supposedly studying.

“In a romantic perspective, sure, but in reality, it would only hurt you more at the end.”  He answered curtly, shutting his book and sending her a fleeting glance. “Why? Thinking about marriage already?” it was a childish jab at her, the kind that they always played upon each-other, only this time there was silence as his reply. “Wait, seriously?” his eyes widened in shock, and his heart swelled with pain. “Aren’t you a little bit too young for that?”

She sighed disdainfully and pushed off her `Psychology on the human behaviour` books to the side. “I have one too many debts nowadays; can’t keep up with them, either. Marriage seems like the only way out of this mess, you know?”

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Yuuri

Fitting after I go through a really depressive phase because of parents ha ha ha ha haaaaaaaaa okay so let’s jump into our favourite pork cutlet bowl

  • Yuuri has an undoubtedly close relationship with his sister. His senior debut was spectacular and he had dedicated the entire season to skating for her. 
  • He had his first anxiety attack when he was 14. He was desperately trying to keep up with school and skating and family and what he wanted to do with his life after skating was over and everything just came crashing down while he was in a lesson with his tutor and Mari had to take him off to the side for him to even remember how to breathe. He thought he was dying. 
  • Yuuri obviously was hooked up with Phichit back in Detroit, however, he only had one girlfriend in his life. It didn’t end well, in fact, it ended awfully - and so when Viktor brought it up it up it didn’t settle with him well either. 
  • Once he and Viktor start to live together, Viktor absolutely relishes the boy while he’s wearing his glasses. Yuri’s the type to read before going to sleep - book on the nightstand and all - and sometimes his fiance will just move over and just start leaving kisses across his face. He’d even rub his nose against the glasses to smudge them while telling him “come to sleep” and Yuuri would just tut and clean the lenses because god damn it Viktor every time. 
  • He starts to learn Russian at a young age, but drops it because he isn’t good with Cyrillic. However, once he moves to Russia, he ends up learning it quicker and easier than the average person; he’s best learning languages while he’s in the element. Another example of this would be how much his English improved after living in Detroit. 
  • Yuuri would sometimes like to take Yura to little trips - just the two of them - to some place they’ve been to half a dozen times already. Just so that way they can talk and learn more about each other in a civilized manner and maintain a good relationship. Yura never would admit to it in public, and he prefers to keep it more on the secret side; however, he always looked forward to those little trips with Katsudon. Sometime’s he’d bring his homework, sometimes Yuuri would bring a book that he wanted the teenager to read. They have quite a bond over books now. 
  • His favourite book is “Mary Poppins.” It’s so simple and pure and good and he just loves something that can make him feel so many things at once while being so innocent. 
  • Sometimes, he’ll just forget words. Not because language barriers or anything, it happens when he’s speaking in Japanese too - it’ll always be something so easy to remember but he forgets there’s actually a string of sounds that form this phrase and he just uses the closes synonyms. Even when he figures out the word, it doesn’t look right so he just questions its existence until it doesn’t exist anymore.  
    “Mari, can you pass me the bottle of liquid ice?”
    “….you mean water?”
    “….that doesn’t sound right.”
  • Many believe that Otabek is the one that rarely uses social media, but it’s not the case. It’s really Yuuri. Well, he has them, but he’s practically never on. He’s not even verified and when he does release the occasional tweet something along the lines of “having some #wine with @viktornikiforov and having a #blast~” or the rare photo on Instagram of his skates with the caption “#practice,” the whole skating community just kinda loses their shit. 
  • Yuuri gets more confident in his body because of Viktor. Mostly it was in moments right before they make love (because let’s face it Viktuuri is so vanilla and other than the every so often light bondage and blindfolding they aren’t really kinky) where Viktor is just kissing all up and down his thighs and telling him how beautiful he looks and how incredible he should feel in his skin that over time he becomes more and more happy to walk around without worrying about his body. Some days are worse than others, but Viktor makes sure to let the love of his life know that he is the most beautiful thing…and eventually, Yuuri doesn’t need to be told anymore. He just knows.