shocked expression

  • seth FINALLY getting his ultimate comeuppance after all of the authority bullshit
  • the way that triple h got up in stephanie and mick’s faces after ensuring that kevin would win the title
  • kevin’s flawlessly SHOCKED expression through everything going on
  • triple h and kevin hugging
  • KEVIN CRYING
  • THE CROWD CHANTING YOU DESERVE IT

this main event was the damn near DEATH of me

“My ex-wife just couldn’t let go of an argument, and that’s why the marriage ended.” says Ron, writing in to a national newspaper to not let go of an argument.

Plus 1

Originally posted by morkeutuan

Reader x Jaebum

Genre: Suggestive Smut I guess.

As usual expect swearing. I just can’t hold myself back sorry.


You sighed and collapsed towards Jb on the couch. ‘Jae, do we have to watch this movie? I’m bored.’ You sighed at him and rested your head in his lap. He however, was completely focused on the movie. ‘Y/N. Really? This is like the fifth movie I’ve put on. Why can’t you watch an entire movie?’ he huffed, sounding more annoyed then he expected, applying a light shocked expression to his face. You sat up and dropped your jaw mockingly. 

‘Sorry I didn’t mean to sound mean. I just,’ He cut out trying to express his feelings, making you giggle. He turned to you and paused the movie, ‘Is there something you’d rather do?’ You shrugged and hummed. He chuckled, ‘So you know exactly what you don’t want, but you don’t know what you do want?’ You smirked in reply and he wagged his finger at you. ‘You are more than a little annoying you know that?’ He teased. You clutched your heart comically, ‘Oh Jae, how could you say that? You’ve broken my heart.’ Your voice said, spewing sarcasm. He chuckled and unpaused the movie.

You pouted but moved towards him as he opened his arms for you to cuddle with him. ‘Hey. You know how my Cousin’s wedding is next month right?’ He asked you and you nodded in reply. ‘Do you want to be my date?’ He asked. Like a date? Is it possible? Could he like me? Jb coughed awkwardly, ‘I mean, it’s a plus one event and everyone else has a girlfriend or boyfriend right? So would you go with me?’ 

‘Sure, I can be your plus one.’ You smiled at him, but you were dissapointed that Jb just asked you because you two were best friends. I have to keep telling myself. We’re just best friends, nothing more, nothing less.


There was a pleasent knock on the door and you turned your head towards it. That’ll be Jb. ‘Just a minute’ you called as you fixed yourself. 

You pulled the door open, happy until you saw who it was. Your face immediately fell and you raised an eyebrow at them.

‘Aww baby is this all for me?’ He asked and you scoffed.

‘What do you want’ You frowned at your ex, Yoongi was persistent you’d give him that. It’s been over three months.

‘Looking so good for me..’ he continued and bit his bottom lip. You chuckled at his cocky ego.

‘I don’t need to look good for anyone thanks. Especially not you.’ You guffed. Trying to shut the door was not a good idea, Yoongi intercepted your attempt by pushing bak on the door with one arm, leaning against it. ‘I know you. You only say that when you are looking good for someone.’ He boasted.  

You snickered, ‘You used to know me. We’re not together anymore, remember? And I don’t intend for us to get back together. Bye.’ You said bluntly, sneaking under his arm when you noticed Jb’s car pull up. His deep gaze was fixated on you and Yoongi. Jb detected that Yoongi was being a real asshole and you didn’t want him there. 

He jogged to your front door, ‘Ready to go?’ You smiled dazzlingly and nodded, quietly pulling your front door shut and locking it. You smirked over-confidently at Yoongi before pulling away from his gaze and walking away. ‘So you are looking good for someone.’ he said, and you ignored him. ‘Ignore me all you want baby girl I know you want Jb.’ He called after you, making Jb blush. You laughed at him, shouting ‘Who cares if I’m horny? You’re the last person that’s going to have me in bed.’ 

You both got in the car and were very serious for a few seconds before Jb said, ‘Who cares if I’m horny? Really?’ 

‘Shut up. I wanted him to piss off. You’re an ass.’

‘Oh no. However will I recover from being called an ass.’ He giggled sarcastically and you smiled back at him.

‘You know I’m joking. You’re amazing, kind, funny, a great singer, and can roast like a motherfucker.’

He smirked at you, ‘Would you say you love me?’ he teased, and your heart lurched at him, yes, fuck yes I would say I love you. ‘Don’t push your luck Jae.’ You said with a tight-lipped smile.


After the ceremony you and Jb went to the wedding reception together, intending to stick together but you were quickly torn apart. Your hand was tugged and you were surrounded by a group of girls. Meanwhile the same thing had happened to Jb, but he was a lot more comfortable.‘It’s nice to finally meet you Y/N!’ One of the girl smiled cheerily. You smiled, ‘Nice to meet you too.’ 

‘I didn’t know Jb had a girlfriend’ one of the girls said at one stage, making you almost spit out your drink. ‘Oh no. No no no no no.’ You laughed lightly, ‘I’m not Jb’s girlfriend, I’m his best friend. I don’t think he has a girlfriend. But I heard he likes some girl. Apparently he wrote a song about her.’ You chuckled at their ‘oooh’ and ‘ahhh’. The fact that they were entranced with Jb made you turn back and glance at him.  

Jb caught your glance and you quickly turned back around, but all you wanted to do was stare at him a little longer, the way his hair was slightly disheveled and his tux fit him perfectly, and his tongue just poking at the corners of his mouth. God, could you get any hotter? 

What Jb caught with his glance was the way your hair had flipped when you had turned your head towards him, the way a slight rouge tinge had appeared on your cheeks and that your bright smile was shining through the room like the sun. He thought it was really cute when you turned back around and blushed a little harder, tucking a strand if stray hair behind your ear. God, could you get anymore heavenly?

‘Hey I gotta go.’ he said to his family and he walked over to you. 

‘Hey can I talk to you?’ He asked as he stepped back from the crowd of girls around you.

‘Yeah what’s up?’ You asked, walking towards him. 

‘Do you wanna get out of here?’ He asked as he started brushing his foot on the floor back and forth.

‘Jae, this is your cousin’s wedding.’ You said sternly, knowing that he was like this all the time, such a kid, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

‘So? They don’t need us here, and I mean, everything has happened, cake cutting, speeches, there’s no reason to be here anymore. I’d rather spend the night actually with you, then surrounded by family asking if we’re dating. ’

‘Ah, so you got comments too.’ You chuckled, ‘You’re gonna kill me, but I told all the women in your family that you’re more romantic than you seem. I mean writing that song for a girl and all.’ 

‘You are a handful and a half you know that?’

‘Yeah. But you love me anyway.’ You said, as you bit your lip and swayed. 

He smirked at you in reply and ruffled your hair, ‘Hey, we are at a wedding here. Do not ruin my hair. And don’t treat me like a child when you’re the one that wants to leave.’ You scolded him making him chuckle.

‘Let’s go.’

You huffed. ‘Okay~ fine.’ You sighed and trotted over to grab your stuff. 

When you got back to Jb you smiled brightly at him, signalling that you were ready to go. He smiled and placed his hand on the small of your back as he escorted you out of the main room and towards the door.

‘Bye everyone!’ You slightly shouted as you left. 


As you arrived back at your place you and Jb both collapsed.

‘See. I told you you were tired.’ He chuckled.

‘Why don’t you admit that you were.’ You teased.

‘Never.’ He whispered, making you shiver.

You smirked, but didn’t say anything as you went to get changed. 

‘Hey where are you going?’ Jb called after you, but you just giggled.

 Jb followed you to your room, ‘Y/N what’s happening?’ 

‘I’m getting changed, why did you follow me?’

‘Oh. Can I get changed aswell?’

‘Do you have clothes to change into?’ 

‘Yeah. You keep spare clothes in the bottom drawer right?’

You nodded, ‘Okay well I’m going to wash my face.’ 

As you washed away your makeup you felt an extreme sense of relief come over you. One where you no longer had to worry about what Jb’s family thought of you and you could just be yourself. You could just be with him. You sighed as you walked back into your room. But that sigh was short lived. As you walked back into your room you noticed Jb with no shirt on, and his back was facing you. God it was a heavenly back. ‘Um, Jae.’ you started and he suddenly turned around. God this was not better, all it did was give you a great view of his tightly toned stomach. He cackled, ‘Sorry I just.’ he continued laughing, ‘You’re so prude.’ 

‘Am Not!’

He smiled supremely, infuriating you.

‘I need you to unzip my dress.’ You grumbled and stamped your foot. 

‘See now you seem like you’re trying to seduce me.’ He teased.

‘Piss off.’ You breathed at him.

You could feel his breath on your neck as you moved your hair out of the way so he could reach the zipper. ‘You love it when I tease, don’t pretend you don’t.’ He whispered in your ear. His breathy whisper sent you around the edge, ‘Jae, are you sure you’re not trying to seduce me?’ 

He flashed his toothy grin and winked, ‘So what if I am?’ 

You launched your lips into his and he reciprocated the kiss in a heartbeat. Making your heart flutter and create butterflies in your stomach.‘Did you know that you’re an asshole and I love it?’ You whispered against his lips. He smirked and pulled your body closer against his, but didn’t say anything.

‘Did you know you’re an angel and I can’t keep my eyes of you?’ He evaentually asked back, making a brilliant smile appear on your face.

anonymous asked:

Okay, just imagine a strand of Draco's hair falling out of place, no one tells him and everything is fine because it's only a piece of hair. But then, Harry notices and he just gets so fucking flustered anytime he sees him because of that one little strand.

Harry loves Draco’s hair! He calls it sleek like what, fifteen times? Not to forget the whole sunlight gleaming on Malfoy’s white-blond head comment, or his extra interest in Pansy stroking Draco’s hair.
He already wants to touch Draco’s hair, to see if it’s as soft as it looks, yeah right Harry. Just imagine him watching Draco with a strand of hair untucked? Draco’s all concentrated in his report, so all he does is blow the hair away from his face, which of course comes back down almost immediately. Harry’s Suffering™. He’d probably have to sit on his hands to not reach out and tuck it back in.

can you even fuckin imagine crack the whip if stevonnie was like “jasper that was mean u should apologize” and jasper was like “oh fuck ur right im sorry” like “dang bein asked to say i’m sorry by this person who i hate just made me realize that the beliefs that have been important to me for 5000+ years were all wrong why didn’t anybody i was sent specifically to fight tell me i was bad earlier???”

hexthejinx  asked:

Hey guys, could you please update with some long fics? Particularly for the 20K-50K tag, since you updated the longer ones recently.

only for you boo

if this river don’t drown me, it’s down i’ll mean to roam by Anonymous (1/1 | 35,403 | PG13)

“Who the hell are these guys.” Commander Hale barks, his hand automatically going to his hip holster and Stiles lunges forward, stopping him from pulling his gun out.

“No! Ah… Um. Commander Hale. These are…. These are Atlanteans.” He manages to stutter out, removing his hand from Commander Hale’s person under Peter’s deathly glare of death. He takes a step back but watches as the Commander doesn’t immediately pull his gun out so he counts it as a win.

“What?” Kate hisses, turning to look back at Stiles with a shocked expression. “You can’t be serious. Atlanteans? That’s impossible!”

Stiles Stilinski: Spy! by Anonymous (1/1 | 24,006 | R)

Stiles Stilinski, a desk-bound CIA analyst, volunteers to go undercover to infiltrate the world of a deadly arms dealer, and prevent diabolical global disaster when the field agent he’s assigned to — and in love with — is killed while on a mission to retrieve the coordinates for a nuclear device.

He might even make it out of this alive if Agent Derek Hale would stay the hell out of his way.

***

A Sterek adaptation of the movie Spy.

A Wolf’s Ribbon by Dexterous_Sinistrous (6/6 | 36,091 | NC17)

Derek had been coached on how to approach the child heir apparent while hundreds of eyes watched him. He kept his eyes focused on the cradle, leaning over the edge as best he could to see the baby everyone had been talking about.

Stiles smiled when he saw Derek, kicking his legs out as he reached a hand up for him. He cooed at Derek, his fingers grabbing at the older boy in an attempt to touch him, all to no avail. He gurgled out a laugh when Derek reached a hand down into the cradle, snatching hold of his fingers as best he could.

Derek offered a small smile in response, allowing Stiles to playfully tug on his hand.

The two children made an adorable sight before the Court and their parents. That was the moment Queen Talia and King John decided to arrange their marriage. Every second was planned out without the voiced concern of the children.

Family Relations by impalagirl, wilddragonflying (1/1 | 30,389 | NC17)

Derek’s been living peacefully in New York City for going on five years when his half-brother, Scott McCall, calls him up to tell him a friend recently lost their alpha and the alpha’s family is being a bag of dicks about inheritance, and his friend already has one child with another on the way. “I know you don’t like omegas,” Scott had pleaded, “but please; he doesn’t have anywhere else to go.”

Derek, because he had never been able to say no to Scott’s puppy eyes - even when they were pulled out over the phone where Derek couldn’t even see them - eventually agreed. Of course, he probably should have asked what the omega’s name was.

Under the Sea by impalagirl, wilddragonflying (1/1 | 20,420 | PG13)

“Name your price.”

Jennifer catches the movement, and she laughs. “I don’t want any of your plundered treasures,” she says, smirking. “I want something a bit more… valuable.”

Stiles swallows hard. “Like what?”

“Well, for a prince who spends words like endless coin, I’d say a suitable price would be… your voice.”

Stiles’ jaw drops. “What?

Everybody Wants Some Sterek by Electricviolinist, Marbleeyes (1/1 | 26,262 | R)

Loosely based on Everyone Wants Some. Stiles thought College was going to be a hundred times better than High School, especially after winning a baseball scholarship. It was a shame that he’d forgotten about his hidden talent of pissing off everyone he meets, especially a certain green-eyed team mate.

All In by myredturtle (3/3 | 39,120 | R)

Scott finally pulls a a stunt so boneheaded that Stiles can’t think of any way to get him out of it. Hoping to outrun the fallout, he packs up his father and they move to Canada. Unfortunately, nowhere is safe.

Burning House by witchgrassi (1/1 | 46,281 | NR)

For as long as he can remember, Stiles has been dreaming of the burning house in the woods. At first he thought that they were just nightmares, but as he grew up he realized that they were actually visions of the future for the Hale family and that he was the only one who would be able to save them. 

Yesterday, a man called Aaron Driver, an avid ISIS supported and a man known to CSIS (the Canadian Intelligence agency) as a possible terror threat, attempted a terrorist attack armed with two explosive devices. He managed to detonate one that injured himself and one other person, and had another he planned to detonate. Now that you have a grasp of the story, I’d like to highlight some of the blatant racism and islamaphobia that this situation has unraveled within Canadian society and journalism. Among headlines today you can read sympathetic articles by credible news sources such as “Shock, sadness expressed at death of terror threat suspect Aaron Driver” and “The troubled life of Aaron Driver, the Islamic State supporter shot Wednesday by police.” Almost every single article is aimed at “getting to know Driver” or “what we know about Driver” detailing mistreatment in previous trials or a troubled childhood. Over half the pictures being used are a seemingly normal picture of Driver sitting in front of a computer in what I assume is his home. I’d like to point out that Driver is WHITE. He is born and raised in Canada. Those are two key points. Journalists are grasping at anything they can get to garner sympathy and understanding. If this man were of a different skin color, from a different country, or of a different culture, the coverage of this attempted terrorist attack would be drastically different. Do a mental comparison today of the headlines you have seen in the past for other suspects without a Canadian upbringing and white skin. I’m writing this because I would like to remind you that white privilege is alive and well and to be AWARE OF THE MEDIA BIAS AS YOU ARE ABSORBING THE INFORMATION. I cannot stress enough how important it is to constantly ask the hard questions, to always search for the truth of situations, and to always challenge common assumptions and beliefs, wherever they may arise. We are living in a society where people tend to lack empathy or a want to understand anyone with skin darker than a light tan. The contrast in media coverage between other terrorist attacks with the sympathetic undertone of Drivers media coverage has put this in the spotlight for me. As someone already fighting against constant media manipulation, the coverage of this story has left me more thirsty for change than ever. Journalistic accountability is a necessity and sympathy should not be a scale correlated with your skin colour.

OPEN STARTER || For Jokers

A plan. A perfect plan creating in her head. 

Since her Puddin’ seemed to be busy lately, ignoring her and giving her the cold shoulder she would do the same now. Woud it bring his attention back to her if she kept disappearing? If she wouldn’t agree to do something for him if he asks? If she would stop all of the pet names?

Harley smirked as not a few seconds later J walked into the penthouse and asked her to do something. She kept on an expresionless face as she shrugged her shoulders.

“Sorry, I can’t.” The blonde replied boredly, not even looking up at her King as he walked inside. “I already have plans so-” She stood up from the sofa and walked past Joker and all of his goons, giggling n her mind at their shocked expressions. “See ya later, Mista’ J.”