smile makers

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Henry Cavill's "I love my boyfriend!!" smile he gives every time he looks at Ben is what I live for.



He has a smile literally glued to his face around Ben, it’s equally disgusting and cute, he’s so fond of him and I don’t know how to deal. What’s even better is that BEN IS EQUALLY AS GROSS

THEY’RE THE WORST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BTS’ Reactions to your boyfriend being mean to you and cheering you up

Admin: Mimi

Prompt/Ask: Can I get a bts reaction to you calling late at night because your bf is being a butt and you need to be cheered up? Currently in need of some major fluff. Thanks! You guys are great. Keep it up 😊

Authors note: Thank you for the request and kind words! And I hope this is good enough to fill your fluff needs, and that your day is good to you! Hop into some comfy clothes, lie down in bed, and listen to some music 😉 enjoy!


Having gotten into his pyjamas and doing his nightly routine, Jin was just about ready to collapse into bed after another tiring day of practice, but before his head could hit his pillow, his ringtone blared throughout the bedroom. Yoongi groaned a cursed at Jin from his spot in his own bed, and Jin quickly left the bedroom to answer the call. Eyeing your name on the screen, he answered, choice words about cursing your family cow on his tongue before you beat him too it.

“Hey, so, I know it’s late and you’re probably going to bed soon but I just had a really, really, shitty day and I just need someone to vent to and honestly I don’t know any other person who’s a better listener than you,” you said, all in one breath, and Jin’s brain worked to catch up with what you said.

“I’m flattered you think I’m a really good listener,” he said dumbly, and you sighed irritably.

“Wow, really Jin? Really?” you deadpanned, and Jin gave a light laugh.

“I’m sorry, you know me and compliments, can’t ignore them,” you laughed at that, and he was grateful. “What happened?”

You sighed again, this sigh wearier than the last. “What didn’t go wrong. I was late for work, lost my purse, spilled coffee on myself, then my car broke down and my boyfriend refused to help me! Said it was my own fault because I didn’t listen to him when he said I needed to take it to the garage. But it wasn’t as if I didn’t listen to him, I just didn’t have the money at the time for repairs!” you exclaimed, clearly getting more and more agitated the more you talked. Jin checked the time on the clock – 23:11pm. Ok, not bad.

“Come over, I still have some food left over and we can watch a movie while you rant. The guys won’t mind. They love you.”

“…are you sure?” you asked hesitantly.

“Of course, I offered, didn’t I?” he laughed. “Now get your butt over here, or someone else will eat the food before you get it.”

“OK, ok. I’m coming over, see you soon.”

“See you, sweet pea.”


Yoongi had been working another late night in his studio when he received a call from you. Staring confusedly at the digital clock, 02:26am shining brightly back at him, he frowned at his phone. Sliding the answer tab across the screen, he held the phone to his ear and was about to question why you were up so late when he heard the slightest sniffle from the receiver. He sat up straighter and got right to the point. “What happened?” he asked bluntly, and you gave a shaky laugh.

“Nothing, Yoongi-“

“Bullshit, Y/N. You wouldn’t have called this late if there was nothing wrong,” he stated, and he heard you sigh defeatedly on the other end. There was a beat of silence where you gathered your thoughts before you answered.

“He made a comment about my looks again,” you whispered, and Yoongi chewed on the inside of his cheek to keep from calling your boyfriend something that will just upset you further.

“He’s wrong,” he said simply, and prepared for the onslaught of excuses you were going to spew.

“Well, no, I guess he had a point-“

“No, he didn’t,” Yoongi retorted, and you stayed silent. “You are absolutely beautiful, and someone who loves you shouldn’t put you down like that. They’re supposed to love you for who you are – inside and out. No excuses.”

More silence, except for the occasional sniffle as you absorbed what he said.

Staring at the clock again, Yoongi made a quick decision.

“I’m still in the studio, want to hang with me for a while and listen to what we’re working on? I could use a pair of outside ears to see how the music sounds. I’ll get us some takeout too,” he offered, and it didn’t take much for you to reply with a meek ‘yes’. He gave a wry smile. “Trouble maker, you only like me because I buy you food,” he remarked and his smile grew wider when you gave a genuine laugh.

“Thank you, Yoongi.”

“No problem.”


Packing up his gear, Hoseok left the dance studio, his phone vibrating in his pocket. Answering it, he walked through the quiet halls, most of the workers gone home.

“Hello, hello, hello!” he greeted jubilantly. You returned the greeting less happily, and Hoseok immediately frowned, his bright smile wiped off his face. Something was wrong. “What’s wrong buttercup? You sound down,” he observed, and made a weak sound in affirmation.

“Yeah, it’s just…he’s been very distant lately, and doesn’t want to hang out with me anymore.” He didn’t have to ask who he was. “Honestly, we never talk anymore, and I just feel really lonely,” you murmured sadly, and Hoseoks heart broke.

“Where are you right now?” he asked, exiting the back doors of the building and standing near the driver of BTS’ car.

“I’m actually near BigHit Ent. I’m in that coffee shop we like around the corner. I came here because I kind of wanted to just be in a busy setting for once, everything’s been too quiet lately,” you answered, and Hoseok knew what he had to do. He excused himself from your call for a minute, and turned to face his driver.

“Take me to the next street over, I have somewhere I need to be.” The driver simply nodded his head, and returned to his spot at the driver’s seat while Hoseok made his way into the back. He placed the phone on his ear again.

“Ok, stay right where you are,” he ordered. “I’m on my way.”

“What, why?” you asked, dumbfounded. It was too late for him to be hanging out with you.

“Because, you’re lonely, and what type of person would I be if I didn’t cheer you up?” he stated. “So get ready, because I’m going to smother you in tender loving care!”

You giggled over the phone. “I can’t wait,” you answered, and he gave a childish squeal that had you laughing harder.

“Good! It’s just gonna be me and you tonight, buttercup!”


“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

Namjoon was confused as to why you were standing outside his door at near twelve at night, but he soon got his answer, taking in your sombre face and slouched shoulders. You scratched your nose awkwardly and kept your eyes on your feet.

“I’m sorry for just calling in like this, I should have sent a text or something but I really didn’t want to be in my apartment right now. Not while he’s there, anyway,” you mumbled.

“What did he do?” he asked straight away, ushering you inside the apartment and taking off your coat for you. You made an irritated tutting noise and started to pace the length of his living you, rubbing at your temples.

“He started yelling at me today, saying all sorts of things like I was cheating on him, or seeing people behind his back, spreading stuff about him, and I just-“ you cut yourself off mid rant, running your hands through your hair, a sob escaping your lips.

Within a second Namjoon was wrapping his arms around your form, and you melted into his embrace, sighing when his hand started to rub soothing circles on your back. He held you close to him, and let you stay there for as long as you needed. You pulled back and wiped at your eyes, scoffing out a laugh.

“I suppose coming straight here won’t help my defence against his accusations,” you chuckled bitterly, but Namjoon shook his head, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and tucking you into his side.

“He’s an idiot for even thinking that of you, and you deserve way better than that. You’re staying here tonight, I’m not letting you go back to that asshole. You can have my bed. No buts,” he said when he saw you open your mouth in protest, and you simply sighed in resign. “Good, now, let’s go watch some YouTube videos on some onesies, shall we?”


Jimin laughed into the phone, his phone currently tucked in between his ear and the pillow beneath his head. He spent hours talking to you since he got home from practice, and it was nearing the time that he should be asleep, unless he wanted to be exhausted tomorrow. Suddenly, you asked him a question.

“Jimin…am I boring?”

His mouth opened and closed, completely confused and flustered at the random question, but he could sense this was something that was bothering you for a while. You had been slightly subdued all evening, but he thought to leave it, in case you needed space. Finally formulating a sentence, he answered your question.

“No, absolutely not! Why would you think that?”

“Well…my boyfriend was introducing me to some of his friends today, and he said ‘don’t mind her, she’s just a bit boring’, when I was being quiet. Am I boring?” you asked again, and Jimin felt anger flare up inside of him at your boyfriend’s words. Who in their right mind would say that about their partner? Especially while they’re standing next to you?

“No, you aren’t. You are one of the funniest, most entertaining people I’ve ever met,” he explained, honesty dripping from every word he spoke. “You’re amazing, and kind, and sweet, and I honestly can’t go a day without talking to you. You help brighten up my day, easily. So don’t listen to him – that was incredibly rude of him, and someone as lovely as you shouldn’t have to hear those kind of awful words.”

“…thank you Jimin,” you whispered, yet he could hear the smile in your voice. Good. You deserve nothing less than happiness.

“Now, we should both head to bed, get our beauty sleep. Not that you need it,” he added, smirking when you spluttered indignantly. “Night night, sugar plum,” he murmured.

“Night night, Jiminy Cricket.”


“Tae, am I being paranoid or something? You do see this, don’t you?”

When you had rung Taehyung and woken him from his deep slumber at 2am in the morning, he knew something had gone wrong. And he was right. On your boyfriends snapchat, and his friends snapchat, were pictures and videos of him – dancing and grinding with various girls on the dancefloor of some low-end club on his night out. Seems like he had forgotten his beloved, who was waiting at home for him. And so, you rang him in hysterics, and now Taehyung was attempting to pick up the pieces.

“Am I not good enough? Am I ugly? Too annoying? What’s wrong with me Tae? Why would he do that? Does he not love me anymore?” you rambled, your voice shaky as waves of tears spilled down your face, and Taehyung had to cut you off before you got really destructive.

“Are you crazy? How could you even think that? You’re perfect, Y/N! I couldn’t imagine a better person than you – sweet, funny, so very beautiful, everything! I don’t know what that idiot thinks he’s doing, but he’s seriously messing up. He doesn’t realise a good thing when he has it, and if he’s willing to throw that away for some random girl, then fine. It’s his loss, and you deserve way better than that scumbag. I want you to put down your phone, and stop looking at it. I’m coming to get you.”

“Really?” you questioned. “But it’s late, you should be in bed-“

“Nope! Stop! Don’t wanna hear it! I’m collecting you, and we’re going to the nearest drive in and we’re gonna get a lot of food and watch the stars over the look out. Got it?”

You sniffled sadly into the phone, and Taehyung winced. “…got it.”

“I don’t want you feeling sad, so I will do everything in my power to make you smile, because I love you and I care about you. So get ready, I’ll be there soon!”


“Hey, I’m standing outside your door, can you let me in?”

Jungkook shuffled tiredly to the door, phone in hand and body cramped after his nap on the couch, and answered the door, letting you in without hesitation. You pocketed your phone and walked with Jungkook to the living room, rubbing at your eyes.

“What’s up?” he inquired, taking a seat on the sofa once more and gesturing for you to do the same. You took a seat beside him and sank into the cushions, looking more worn out than he’s ever seen you. His brows furrowed in concern.

“It’s my boyfriend,” you explained, moving hair out of your face as you spoke. “I had a really tiring and bad day today, and all I wanted to do when I came home was relax by myself, but he wasn’t having any of it. He kept nagging me and poking me and I just got really annoyed and stormed out of the apartment. And then I came here. All I wanted was some peace and quiet…”

Jungkook knew he was a playful person, and he knew he could push people’s limits with his joke, but he always knew when to stop. Especially when it came to you, he knew better than to provoke you. So, he allowed himself to become your safe haven for tonight.

“Wow, idiot. It’s like he doesn’t know you at all. Lucky for you, I was just about to watch some Iron Man,” he stuck his tongue out when you groaned at the movie suggestion. “We can watch the movie together. I’ll make some popcorn and get out the blankets, just stay here, put your feet up, and relax.” He moved to stand, but you caught his arm at the last minute, preventing him from moving any further.

“Thank you so much, Jungkook. I can always count on you.”

He flushed at the admission, but recovered enough to tease you just a little, sending a playful wink your way.

“No problem. I am the best, after all,” he boasted, and ducked his head when you aimed a cushion at his head. He smirked at your loud laughter, and moved away to get the items he needed.

Without a shadow of a doubt, whenever you needed Jungkook, he would always be there for you.

Bull has gold in his ears.

It’s the first thing Dorian notices, after the intense wave of relief at seeing him there in the first place. Val Royeaux is a lot less welcoming when one is an ambassador from Tevinter and not a member of the Inquisitor’s personal retinue. Bull’s is the first friendly face he’s seen in… far too long.

Letters haven’t been enough. They haven’t been enough since the first reached him in Minrathous, carrying only Bull’s handwriting and none of his sound, his smell, no image of him beyond Dorian’s memory. Now, with barstools and Orleasians as the only obstacles between them, Dorian isn’t able to take a step closer.

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The three smiles of Percy Jackson.

The first is the most common you see - The sarcastic, crooked, trouble maker smile. It’s lopsided and smirkish in all the wrong and right ways. His left eyebrow arches, his hair windswept and disheveled, and you suspect that this kid would set something on fire just because he can. It’s haughty and infuriating but exhilarating and roguish. It’s the thrill of sneaking out in the middle of night with hushed murmurs and bad intentions. It’s the smugness of doing something delightfully wrong and knowing you’re going to get away with it. It’s the smile you know you can’t trust but can’t resist.

The second is the less common, the genuine, and the still slightly crooked smile. It’s soft and it’s gentle, but it glows with a burning intensity. It’s the happiness of a lazy ocean and the comfort of a mother’s touch. It’s contentment in its purest form and warms you to the very core.

But the last is different, discerning, and happens far too often for anyone’s comfort. It’s crooked, the way all his smiles are, but far too wide and far too feral. It’s something that’s often tagged along with a hard, broken glint in his eyes and a harsh bark of laughter. It’s sadistic and it’s dark. It’s the raw power of a hurricane. It’s the cruelty of a predator toying with its prey. And it always happens while he’s killing a monster.

Shhhh: C.G**

A/N: I know I know, I said I’d do more Lip, but this one was calling my name! I’m gonna make a list soon of the imagines I’m gonna try and write so request some!
Now onto this smut…

Warning: Sexual content, swearing etc you know the go.

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George Harrison photographed at Friar Park by Barry Feinstein, screen capped from The Apple Years All Things Must Pass promo.

“If you like, I’m a hippy or a flower person. I know I’m not. I’m George Harrison, a person. Just like everybody else, but different at the same time. You get to a point where you realise that it doesn’t matter what people think you are, it’s what you think you are yourselves that matters. Or what you know you are. Anyone can make it [self-realization]. You don’t have to put a flowery shirt on.” - George Harrison, Melody Maker, 2 September 1967 [x]