nope done with you now

He thrust a hand out, palm open to Ritsu. “My name is Teruki Hanazawa. I’m the esper who’s better than you.”


I had the urge to mix my PS and MS Paint works into one image. And this scene from ABoT didn’t want to leave my thoughts so here it is!

* Don’t use without my permission, and please do not re-upload/re-post this anywhere <3

I Took a Walk for Seven Years

It was August 9, 2009. I was thirty eight years old. My oldest daughter Avis was twelve, and the younger pair, Joanne and John, were nine year old twins. I’d been married for fifteen years. I worked at an insurance firm. And every Sunday, while my wife and Avis went to church and the twins went to my mother’s house, I took a walk.

It was a clockwork sort of arrangement. My wife knew never to push me into going with her, I was an atheist and set on staying that way.

Of course, given what’s happened, my views have changed.

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Pairing: Jake Peralta x Reader.

Warnings: mild sexual content.

Word count: 650

Summary: Jake and the reader sneak off to handle some “urgent” matters…


My server has crashed like eight times, each with an edited version of this i’m so sick of this shit :))

Very short, I know, but I’m only testing the waters with this fandom and writing for this character. I really enjoy the show and so far I’m deeply obsessed with Peralta, so this was my go to cathartic experience for all the feels.



Y/N can barely contain herself.

In the silent confines of the closet, her breathing is labored, a jagged mess of pants and heaves. Her chest stutters up and down, falling as fast as it rises, and she struggles for breath. There’s none left in the tiny box. There’s nothing but the sound of clothes rustling and sweaty skin sticking together like glue as she goes in for another kiss. His hand slides down her side then to her waist, to the y/s/t skin peeping out from a lilac dress shirt, to her back and down to her ass, because, yeah, this is definitely more fun than filing paper work.


It comes as a whisper. A soft, sweet whimper dredged up from the deep, but it quakes the walls of the building with the weight it holds.


He groans, teeth clashing, tongue scavenging for hers, heart beating like a bomb ticking. God, it’s ticking. It has been since they stumbled into this closet, as though waiting to detonate and it’s so intense and a little bit disorienting, but heaven be dammed if he’s going to subdue it.

Jake’s hand slithers beneath her shirt and Y/N shivers at the contact. “Y/N…” He manages despite his nebulous mind.

“Jake…” she pants, lips screwed to his and muffling her speech. He flicks his tongue along her bottom lip and she let’s him, his hand clasping her cheek tight like a ripe apple.

“Uh-huh? “

“We shouldn’t be doing this…not here. “ Y/N leans back against the wall and he attacks her neck with his tongue, trailing wet kisses down from her jaw to behind her earlobe. She clamps her eyes shut, stifling a moan. She can’t. She shouldn’t. This is beyond unethical, breaching into pure sin she ought to be repentant for—but, dammit, it feels too good to stop.

Tipping her head back, she stutters a shaky breath as Jake goes to town, working his tongue down to the collar of her shirt and then back to the curve of her jaw. He’s attentive and precise. Within a second his lips are back on hers and Y/N feels the knot in her stomach coil tighter. Peralta .

Only Peralta.

Having been with him for six weeks now, she knows just as well as the sky is blue that only he can spark the fire burning in her belly. Only Jake can make the pulse of her blood run like a river, stir up a tsunami behind her ribs that makes her wonder if she’s sane. She can’t possibly be—the decision to be with him is enough of a an alibi, because who is crazy enough to date their colleague, let alone get steamy with them in the paper room?

“You okay?” His voice cuts through Y/N’s reverie, causing her to flutter her eyes open, meeting the deep brown ones a few inches away almost immediately. Her lips are wet and plump and there’s a heat pulsing in the pit of her stomach she can’t satiate.

Hooded eyes regarding him, she nods frantically. “We should get back. Terry’s probably looking for us.”


“And I don’t want my uncle blowing his top because he caught me making out with my colleague.”

“Well, they don’t call us partners for nothing.” Jake grins. Y/N punches him in the shoulder and his expression immediately consorts, a pout surfacing. “Ouch. Uncalled for.”

“Can we go now?”

“Nope. I’m not done with you yet.” He states. “Nor will I be until our desires are both satisfied. Now….” A mischievous smirk stretches across Jake’s face and, grabbing her hips, he hoists Y/N up against the wall.

Her resistance falters; a smile manages onto her face, and she shakes her head softly. The room is getting smaller and smaller and the temperature is rising, but it’s okay. Jake leans in, his face inches away, warm breath fanning her heated skin.

“…where were we?”


This is the closest thing to smut I’ve ever posted my face us still burning hot

As always, thank you for reading, likes/reblogs and follows are much appreciated. more B99 to come seeing as it is my current consuming obsession. I love Jake Peralta, he is perfect, I want him to be my second husband

Have a nice day!

Mercury Part 5

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: You have been homeschooled by your uncle Tony Stark for years, suddenly you’ve decided to attend public school, more specifically Midtown High. At this public school you acquaint yourself with a cute brown haired Spider-boy and his ragtag team of friends. You must find a way to juggle your school life and your hero life!

Warnings: Slow burn

A/N: Hiya everyone! Another day, another part! Things are starting to get intense at the tower. Btw I’m sorry that the story is slow in the Peter x reader department, but get ready cause things are coming up soon ;). Hope you guys enjoy! Don’t forget the tags and requests are open! Italics represent a thought. Thanks for reading!  

It was the end of practice, if you could call it that. Peter and Ned were walking out of the auditorium while you and Michelle were farther behind.

“Hey, I have to talk to Peter about something. Do you mind if I go ahead?”

“Sure, let me be alone, all by myself.” Michelle droned with a sigh.

“Thanks.” Then you run up to Peter and Ned, walking in their pace.

“Hey Usain Bolt, what’s up?” Peter inquired smiling.

“Can I talk to you in private for a second?”

“Sure.” Then both of you look at Ned, waiting for him to leave. He stared blankly ahead then looked at both of you.

“Oh, I should go…“

“Yeah thanks.” You say, then with that Ned walks to Michelle and starts talking to her.

“What do you want me to talk ab-“

“Do you really work with Tony Stark?”

“Y-yeah why do you ask?” Peter scratches the back of his head, turning to you.

“Oh I don’t know,” You pause, assessing if it is the best idea to tell Peter that you’re Tony Starks niece, “Maybe because I’m his niece.”

Peter eyes become huge, and his cheeks started to burn bright red.

“Really? Thats strange cause I’ve never seen you at the tower.” Peter questioned.

“Nor have I seen you.”

“So are you going to tell me the truth?” You added.

“I-I’m not lying… you can ask him yourself! He’ll vouch for me.”

“Okay then, I will.” You smile then walk ahead to met Happy outside because you remembered to call him and tell him about the decathlon “practice”.

You open the doors to enter into the school and see the limousine Happy always drove. Not wanting to cause any attention, you quickly hurried down the stairs and ran to the car, opening it quickly.

“Happy, smash the pedal. Lets get going, and fast!” Happy speeds away from the school.

“Do I even need to ask.” Happy spoke up once both of you were far away from the school.

“I just don’t want people knowing that I have a personal limousine. Just from being in school for one day, I can tell you, I would have friends for the wrong reason.”

“But did you have to be so dramatic?” Happy asks.

“I wasn’t going to take my dandy ol’ time here! Practice was over and people were starting to walk outside.”

“You do know that there were other cars, meaning that people saw you. Meaning what you did was pointless.”

“Happy, you are so lucky you are sitting in the front because if you were here I’d-“

“So tell me how was school?” Happy asks hopefully diverting your attention to a different subject.

“It was… different I guess, but also neat at the same time.”


“Well did you know that kids in public schools have to share locker rooms and have to eat crappy lunch? Cause I didn’t know that till today.”

“I’ve known that ever since I attended public school.”

“Oh I’m sorry if I disrespected you. I’m just little ignorant on the whole public school thing.” You squeal embarrassed.

“Its okay, I realize that. Why don’t we talk about the academic decathlon team? I bet they made you team captain.”

“Noooo, but they did say that I was going to be an asset on the team. Plus we get to go to Washington D.C. for a championship thing.“

“Washington? Don’t you have training?” Happy raises his eyebrow.

“I know that but I was hoping Tony would let me go.”

“Don’t tell that to me kid. You have to ask the big man.” Happy says while switching to a different lane.

“Hey guys I’m home!” You yell while walking into the living room of the tower, not seeing anyone there. Soon after Wanda, Natasha and Steve come in.

“Hey Y/N, welcome home. How was the real world?” Natasha asked while plopping herself on the plush couch overlooking Manhattan.

“It was good, I joined the academic decathlon team today.” You smile while sitting next to Natasha. Natasha was like a much older sister to you, of course you loved Wanda, Steve and Sam as much as anyone else. But you’d known Natasha since before you could talk. She and Tony were the first people in your life ever since your family passed, or at least that’s what Tony says.

“Good job kiddo, now you can finally mentor me in something.”

“Come on Nat you know you’re smart.” You nudge her shoulder.

“But is she really?” Sam comes in smirking.

“Oh be quiet bird-boy, you know I can out smart you and out fight you.” Natasha replies rolling her eyes.

“Do you want to test that theory?” Sam teases, wiggling his eyebrows.

“You are such a little pervert.”

“But you love it.” Natasha stands up ready to “fight” Sam.

“As much as I would love to see wrestle mania, I need to see Tony. Know where he might be?” You ask interjecting Natasha and Sam.

“The lab I think.” Steve spoke up.

“Thanks, I’ll be back guys.” With that you walk towards his office which was some lengths away.

“Hey Tony, I was wondering if you know this guy at my school. He’s super cute and he says he’s your intern. No that’s not good enough, I have to say it differently.” You murmur to yourself, practicing on what to say to Tony when you get to him. A little while after you finally figured out what you’ll say to Tony. You walk up to the door of lab and knock on the door.

“Enter.” You then enter the lab, with cool gadgets and trinkets. You’d been in the lab maybe once. That was when you were younger and the world had not yet encountered aliens from Asgard. Now, the world has encountered much more than that, so Tony’s collection of alien toys was one sight to behold. Tony was holding one of his blasters, putting some crystal inside of it. He then dropped his blaster and smiled at you.

“Hey there kid how was-”

“If someone asks me how my day was one more time I’m going to scream.” You interrupt Tony.

“Then I’m guessing school was worse than expected?” Tony raises his eyebrows.

“No,” you walk around the lab running your finger on the gadgets, “It was pretty good, I made some friends and joined the academic decathlon, like you suggested. But I need to talk to you.” Two of the same types of conversations in one day, fun.

“Is something wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong it’s just today I met this boy named Peter Parker, who is also on the academic decathlon team, and he said he was your intern. Ihich I’m pretty sure he isn’t because if he is then I would have seen him around the tower somewhere, or you would have introduced us or-”

“He is my intern Y/N.” Tony stated.

“No, wait. Who? What? When? Where? Why?”

“Okay now you’re just saying the 5 W’s.”

“This is me trying to process what you just said Tony!”

“You don’t have to make a big deal out of it.”

“Just tell me what happened.”

“Fine, I’d seen a video on the YouTube- or whatever they call it- of the academic decathlon video of Peter, who I didn’t know at the time, was really intelligent. Smart enough to work for me, so one day I looked up where he lives to offer him an internship, met his really yet strangely attractive aunt, and the rest is history.” Tony lied.

“And I just so happen to attend the same school as him.” You gave Tony an incredulous look while standing against a table with your arms folded.

“Yes, that is purely coincidental. Happy now?”

“Whatever.” You huff.

“Good, now if you’re done-”

“Nope, I have one more question.”

“Then spill the beans missy, this little Iron Man has to work.”

“Can I got to Washington D.C. for the academic decathlon national championship?”

“That’s a joke right?”

“Tony! I’m not joking please the team said they needed me, and with Peter not going whose probably one of the best on the team, I need to go. My team needs me.”

“Well another team needs you as well.” You glare at Tony.

“Don’t give me that crap Tony! I haven’t been on the field before why would I be on now? What would there be terrorizing another city? Little goblins gnawing on people’s big toe!?!” You state raising your voice.

“I said no, end of discussion.”

“Fine.” You stand up straight and stormed out of his lab, slamming the door behind you. Instead of going the living room, you decided to go straight to your room. You clap your hands to turn on the lights, close the door and flop your body, face first into your bed. You groan loudly and squish your face into the mattress.

“Miss. Y/N are you okay?” F.R.I.D.A.Y asks, and if there was any emotion to her robotic self if would be at this point worry.

“Not really F.R.I.D.A.Y, how do you put up with Tony?”

“I mean I have to… I’m a robot.” You start laughing uncontrollably, making you much more gleeful than before.

“Did that make you happy?”

“I guess it did, I am still upset though.”

“Why not train or work out to relieve your stress.”

“Love to but I just remembered I have homework to do, yay. Maybe after I will.”

“That sounds like a good idea Miss. Y/N.”


@allison0609 @lupinlys @graysonmalfoy @rosaetum 

Jongdae + end of Promise in Xi'an

anonymous asked:

have you done bts x mbti types???

nope, i’ll do them right now!!
all mbti taken from here –> (x) 

ESTJ: Practical, realistic, matter-of-fact. Decisive, quickly move to implement decisions. Organize projects and people to get things done, focus on getting results in the most efficient way possible. Take care of routine details. Have a clear set of logical standards, systematically follow them and want others to also. Forceful in implementing their plans.

INTJ: Have original minds and great drive for implementing their ideas and achieving their goals. Quickly see patterns in external events and develop long-range explanatory perspectives. When committed, organize a job and carry it through. Skeptical and independent, have high standards of competence and performance - for themselves and others.

ISFP: Quiet, friendly, sensitive, and kind. Enjoy the present moment, what’s going on around them. Like to have their own space and to work within their own time frame. Loyal and committed to their values and to people who are important to them. Dislike disagreements and conflicts, do not force their opinions or values on others.

ESFP: Outgoing, friendly, and accepting. Exuberant lovers of life, people, and material comforts. Enjoy working with others to make things happen. Bring common sense and a realistic approach to their work, and make work fun. Flexible and spontaneous, adapt readily to new people and environments. Learn best by trying a new skill with other people.

ENFJ: Warm, empathetic, responsive, and responsible. Highly attuned to the emotions, needs, and motivations of others. Find potential in everyone, want to help others fulfill their potential. May act as catalysts for individual and group growth. Loyal, responsive to praise and criticism. Sociable, facilitate others in a group, and provide inspiring leadership.

ENTP: Quick, ingenious, stimulating, alert, and outspoken. Resourceful in solving new and challenging problems. Adept at generating conceptual possibilities and then analyzing them strategically. Good at reading other people. Bored by routine, will seldom do the same thing the same way, apt to turn to one new interest after another.

ESTP: Flexible and tolerant, they take a pragmatic approach focused on immediate results. Theories and conceptual explanations bore them - they want to act energetically to solve the problem. Focus on the here-and-now, spontaneous, enjoy each moment that they can be active with others. Enjoy material comforts and style. Learn best through doing.


If you thought I was done mothpostin’… nope! Right now 12 of 14 have emerged, and I still have two females I haven’t photographed yet. My promethea moth caterpillars are also truckin’ along, so I’ll have more photos of those guys and then even more moth pictures in the next month or so. Also thinking about finally buying a ring flash and some kind of magnifier for my lens… It’d be nice to get some more artistic shots of these guys. Right now I’m mostly taking pictures to document them. It’s cool to see how each one has little individual features that distinguish it from the others, like the hidden trails on the underside of that first moth’s wings.

Okay, but what would happen if Johnny woke up to meet Neah face to face again and he’s start to read Cross’s debts out loud to get Allen back?

Would Allen return screeching? Or he would be purposefully retreating, screaming at Neah that NOPE, NOPE NOPE I’M DONE I’M FUCKING DONE YOU WANTED THIS BODY NOW YOU GO AND YOU WHORE OUT YOURSELF!

anonymous asked:

Can you do one where the reader 'convinces' (😉)Spencer to let her put a cinnamon & honey facemask on him & tells him not to move bc the mask will get everwhere & stain, so he hugs her & rubs his face on her face & which leads to kissing & smut pls

Hah!  Yeah, I think I can do this one :) Here is a smut-filled one-shot, comin’ ‘atcha!

“This is just sticky,” Spencer complains, raising his hand to his face.

“Uh uh uuuuh!” you sing-song, slapping the top of his hand away from his face.  “Don’t.  Touch.”

“But my nose itches!” he whines, wiggling his nose as he tries to get the itch to subside.

You look down at Spencer, laying on the long kitchen table as you apply the cinnamon and honey facemask to him.  He wanted to know how you kept your skin from getting so oily, and you said that this was your little secret.  You had convinced him to put it on, and by convinced…you mean that you bribed him with sex…so that he knew what it felt like.

But secretly?  You wanted to lick every single bit of it off of his beautiful face.

“Y/N.  Seriously.  My nose,” he says, his face getting stern.

“Alright,” you say, taking your fingers and rubbing them over his nose.

“Oh, god…yeah…” he moans, finally relieved to have the itch gone.

Shaking your head and smiling, you go back to massaging his face with your concoction on it.

“Now, you have to let it sit for 10 minutes.”

“What!?” he shrieks, “You mean I can’t just take it off now that you’re done massaging!?”

“Nope!” you chime in, “The price of beauty, my love.”

Giggling, you turn to walk away, only to feel an arm around your waist bring you back to the table.

“What the-” you ask, feeling his hands spin you around.  “Spencer!”

As he dives in to kiss you, you try to wiggle away from him, not wanting to get your hair and clothes all sticky.  “Spencer Reid!  Damn it!”

Ripping from him, you run around the house, carelessly tying your hair up as you dash for the bathroom.

Slamming the door behind you, Spencer stops it with his foot.

“I mean it.  You were the one that was curious.  Don’t you dare come any closer with that sticky mess,” you warn, thrusting your finger out at him

“And what if I do?” he says with his bedroom eyes, taking a step closer.

You were a sucker for his bedroom eyes.

“Then I’ll…uh…I’ll…”

Watching him press his body up against yours, part of his mask drips off of his chin and falls on to your cheek.

Looking down at you and smiling lightly, he bends down and takes his tongue, slowly licking it off of your cheek.

“Mmmmmmm,” he moans, slowly sliding his hands up your shirt.

“Spencer…yo-” you breath hitches in your throat as his soft, warm fingertips cascade up and down the sides of your torso.

“Your what?” he muses, his breath hot on your skin.

“My clothes…” you trail off.

“Oh, my little one is worried about her clothes?”

Slowly nodding your head, trying to pull your face away from his, he takes the bottom of your shirt and slowly lifts it over your head.

“Better?” he whispers, feeling his sticky cheek press lightly in to yours.

Nodding slowly, your lips find his in a everlasting twist of sweetness and lust, and as your tongue implores to be let in, you start to unbutton Spencer’s shirt as the mask smears everywhere on your face, your tongue digging deeper into his mouth, desperately trying to find his.

Moaning lightly as the feeling of his bare chest pressed against yours, he whips his hand around your back and unhooks your bra in one swift movement, tugging on it from the front and causing it to fall to the floor.  You feel his hands go straight for your plump breasts, playing and squeezing your nipples as the erect themselves at his touch.

Kissing a sticky trail down your neck, he latches on to one of them, swirling his tongue around before biting down playfully, causing you to arch your back against the cool bathroom wall.

Chuckling devilishly, he licks around the top of your jeans, your body shivering at his sticky wet touch.

“Oh god,” you shiver, your words breathless as your knees start to buckle.

Feeling Spencer’s hands grip your waist to hold you steady, you feel his teeth grasp the top of your jeans, ripping his head back to undo the clasp at the top of your jeans as your zipper slides freely down, revealing your now soaking wet lacy blue panties.

Your eyes widening, you feel him shimmy his hands down, your pants falling to the floor as he presses his face against your panties, his tongue pressing thru the fabric as he lightly latches on again with his teeth, slowly sliding them down your legs.

Oh.  Holy.  God.

“This mask was for me…” he trails off, steadying his hands around your upper thighs, pressing you into the wall of the bathroom.

“…and this is for you,” he breathes into your pulsing core.

Feeling him part your folds, he rubs his face-mask off in to your sensitive areas, your breath hitching as his nose rubs up against your aching nub.

“Hoooooo,” you let out, your stomach bouncing with every flick.

And finally, after waiting as he rubs his entire mask off between your legs, he takes his tongue and licks up the side of your right thigh, slowly finding your swollen clit as he flicks it lightly with his tongue.

“This mask,” he whispers, licking again, “…tastes so good…” he hums into your throbbing nub, causing your entire core to shiver, “…mixed with you.”

As your eyes roll into the back of your head, your legs give way from under your.  But, applying pressure, Spencer keeps you steady and upright, digging his tongue in to your beautiful honeyed wetness as he laps up every bit of you, humming his approval at every turn and shake of your body.


As your legs start to shake and your core starts to bubble, he thrusts his tongue inside of you, twisting it around and licking all the way up your slit, sucking in your throbbing nub and slowly grazing his teeth up to its peak.

And that was it.

Crying out his name, you run your fingers thru his hair, gripping tightly as you grind into his face.  Moving his hands to dig his fingers into your ass, he throws your legs over his shoulders, your body weight suspended in mid-air, trapped between the wall and his tongue, as he flicks faster than ever, pushing and sucking…

And suddenly, you feel it.

You feel his fingers.

His long, beautiful fingers.

Curling up into your g-spot, he sucks your clit into his mouth, giving one more good lick, sending you right back over the edge as you pour your juices onto his face, feeling him smile as your entire body shakes and your shouts of his name disintegrate into meaningless syllables as your thighs clench around his head, burying him into your wetness.

He drinks you up, sucking your pussy lips for every last bit of you and honey as he slowly sets you onto the bathroom floor, your body sweating and your chest heaving, coming down off of your incredible high as you try to focus your vision.

Smiling in front of you, a cheeky Spencer, he kisses the tip of your nose, letting you smell your mixture on his face.

“Fancy a shower?” he muses, the corners of his lips twisting slowly into a smirk.

“I don’t think I can move,” you reply breathlessly, trying hard to catch your breath.

“I can help with that,” he says, bending down and picking you up with his strong arms.

And as you lob your head into the crook of his neck, he steps into the shower with you, setting you in the corner as he turns on the water, the warm liquid cascading over both of your bodies as you sit…taking in each other’s presence and smells.

“I love you,” you breathe, nuzzling your head up under his chin.

“And I love you,” he responds, bending down and kissing the top of your head.

Rather Be

This is the first scenario of Jay Park week!

Jay Park Week: So from now until next Saturday (10/10/15) I will be taking questions and scenario requests only for Jay Park.

So if  you wanted any scenarios written or questions answered about Jay Parkthis week is the week to do it because I will be prioritizing all Jay Park questions and scenario requests over anything else.

Please note: I will still take into account any requests or questions sent in concerning other groups/idols during this time, but they will not be answered/written until Jay Park week is over.

So get requesting guys! :D To request click here

Request by @happygiuli: First of all, YEAHHHHH A JAY PARK WEEK😍😍😍😍 it was time for this😍😂 so and second, can you do a scenario where he is your best friend and a heartbreaker but he has a special place at heart for you ( i mean, that he sleeps with other woman but he’s secretly in love with you) but you are in a relationship (i think i write it wrong)? Happy Ending or not you can decide!

Argh I loved this request so much tbh, so sorry if it’s a bit long…I think i got carried away, haha! 

-Admin Kitty

Originally posted by anko-an

Your lives were so wildly different from one another’s that it was a wonder you and Jay Park were best friends.

Your life was unfiled paperwork and an array of different coloured pencils splayed across your desk; unorganized and never quite relaxed. While Jay’s life was a line-up of girls screaming his name, a manifestation of cameras all aimed at him, a crazed concoction of dance, music, clubs and all things luxury.

 But you did have one thing in common; your lives were both impossibly hectic.

You worked two separate jobs that required you being flown all around the world like a yoyo, while Jay was busy being South Korea’s dream boy.

You were head down in a mass of paperwork at your desk when the phone began to shrill.

Not in a rush to start organizing your workstation, you grabbed for the phone, glad of the distraction.

“Hello?”  You murmured, removing what appeared to be a small post-it note from your left eyebrow.

“Whatcha’ doooooin?” A voice said in a sing-song voice.

As soon as you heard Jay’s voice, it felt like every nerve in your body relaxed.Your face melted into a puddle of smiles that he couldn’t see. 

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Exo Reacts: When a member makes their girlfriend upset ~

Xiumin: “You little piece of-Seriously! What gave you the idea that it’s okay to say those things to her?!”

Luhan: *the manly man inside of him comes out* “Yeah, keep talking, and let’s see how dead you are later.”

Kris: “What the hell was that? You say those things to her because?”

Suho: “Yah! Shut your mouth before I do it for you. I do have the money to do that.”

Lay: *que angry unicorn* “Nope, stop talking, I’m done with you. Excuse me, I’m gonna get my now upset girlfriend because of you.”

Baekhyun: “Touch or speak to her again right now, and I shall hit you.”

Chen: * chen ain’t afraid to let it out cause he hates seeing you hurt sooo i have two options for him *

“Done with your shit. Leave.”


“Would you stop? You’re making it worse!”


Sehun: “It wasn’t even a big deal, hyung.”

Chanyeol: “Yah, yah, come back here. That’s my girlfriend that you just insulted.”


Tao: “And this why I don’t bring her to our place, hyung. You really didn’t have to be so literal with her. Tsk.”

Kai: *gif speaks for itself*

Sehun: “SAY *hit* YOU’RE *hit* SORRY *hit* RIGHT *hit* NOW.”


welp, this was fun ^^ i couldn’t pick between the two gifs of Chen because they were both perf for the scenario so i just put both~ oh wells.

gifs are not (never) mine