there were so many great lines

thank you both for such nice messages, I’m so glad you like my art…!! hopefully I can help at least a little bit!

anon 2) my brush settings can be found here!
anon 1) wrinkles can get pretty complex! it depends on the type, weight, thickness, and cut of the fabric, whether the character is in motion, etc; I wish I could get into everything, but it’s a huge subject that I don’t think I could possibly cover…!! but I can at least give you some very very basic tips on building up a dress (and the lace underneath!)

here are some examples of dresses I’ve drawn recently. they might seem complex, but when broken down to their most basic form, they’re actually very simple shapes that follow very similar rules!

are you seeing any patterns between them? while they do differ a bit, they’re by and large made from the same long line that curves into itself and back out. learning where this line goes and how it changes under different circumstances is learned largely through practice and intuition, but there are some steps you can take to begin building a foundation to work from! (or at least to sort of break down the process!)

  1. determine the shape/angle of the dress itself. in this example, I’m using a big poofy dress shown from slightly below!
  2. use this as a guide when adding that curving line from before. think of how the fabric folds, and keep in mind that the direction of the curve (and how harsh it appears) depends on where it falls on the dress and the angle at which it’s being viewed from. in this example, it’s more pronounced on the edges, and is facing different directions on the left and the right sides.
  3. wherever cloth folds, wrinkles appear! wrinkles will be more abundant where the cloth is more compact; in this case, that’s toward the waistline. on a dress like this, a fold will originate at the waistline and radiate downward; this means that on an uninterrupted fold, the line that you draw should (if you were to continue it all the way, which is not always necessary) reach cleanly back to the waist. I added one translucent line to help illustrate this idea!
  4. want to add a lace layer? it’s the same concept!! add your basic curving line underneath, keeping in mind that the cloth above will likely mirror whatever it’s falling over. (not perfectly, but somewhat!) so try to keep it a little consistent!
  5. details are easy now!! you can add any sort of lace pattern you want by just tracing over that first line! I used a basic scallop shape here
  6. want even more lace? just repeat step four as many times as you want underneath your last layer of lace!

once you get the hang of this part, figuring out more complex stuff gets much easier! I’m not great at explaining things, but hopefully you were able to come away with some kind of new information, haha…!! I’m wishing you both the best with your art!!!


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pairing: jimin x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: smut, angst / punk!jikook

word count: 17,335

note: inspired by the anime/manga “Nana” / music playlist

description: It was everything, from his tattoos, to his touches, to the way sweat rolled down his neck as he strummed into his guitar on stage; everything about him completely enthralled you. So why are you now, two and a half years later, on a train to Seoul, telling a complete stranger the recollection of how you became fated to forever have scars on all of your future hearts due to the happiness, but most of all the pain, that came along with falling in love with Jeon Jungkook.


The slight tremble in Jimin’s fingertips developed into a full-blown tremor as he closed the door to his studio, effectively leaving you behind — but it wasn’t that simple. It wasn’t that simple because he wasn’t just leaving you behind. He was leaving you behind with a guy that you were completely in love with… Which kind of blowed considering he was starting to fall for you himself.

The music from the party was reverberating inside of his chest and he knew that his ears should be ringing with anger, but instead he just felt numb. It was like he couldn’t hear anything; no music, no crowd, nothing. It was all one giant blur that didn’t seem to make sense to him, and all because his mind was screaming that nothing else mattered right now — nothing except for you.

Jimin knew very well what leaving you in that room with Jungkook meant. It meant every single feeling that the two of you had ever had for each other would inevitably rekindle, and compared to what Jimin had with you, even if he did consider it one of most amazing stints of time of his entire life, it didn’t hold a candle to what you and Jungkook had, and probably always would have.

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anonymous asked:

I want to be an animator when I grow up but I know a lot of the in between animation is given to animators in Korea. Is storyboarding a lot like animation? Is it just as fun? And is it possible to be both?

This is unfortunately true, at least if you want to be a 2D animator- all animation is pretty much done overseas for TV (even some CG Features). 

But storyboarding more and more has become very much like animation. With everyone mostly storyboarding digitally now, there is an ability and tendency now to pose out way more, and most studios are asking for that from Board artists. So the line as blurred quite a bit. Many artists on the Bears story team are really great animators, and even did internships at big studios as animators. 

I’ve personally always loved storyboarding because on top of animating/acting, you get to juggle all kinds of other skills like writing, design, and cinematography. So yeah- fun! 

Doing both is possible although not super common–at Pixar, there were some animators that would often go back and forth from animation to story. 

Hope that helps!

- Daniel

My Drama Year!

It had been some time since I had wifi, so I ventured to the library to download K-Dramas for entertainment purposes. This is My Year in K-Dramas. The last two are recent and I have watched them with wifi because I am in a better place. Yay!!

     1. Oh My Venus

      This drama started out being really sad to me, then it became rather weird, but then I thought it was cute. It is one of those dramas that I would definitely say I enjoyed. Without wifi and cable, it was also hard to watch a second or third time. By the third time, I just went through my favorite episodes/moments. Would still recommend! 4.5 STARS!


           2. Cheese in the Trap 

                Now this one I was actually kind of bored with until about the fifth episode. Sorry, but true. I had a hard time understanding why it was popular. Of course, though, I did enjoy watching it after getting into it. After some time, it had me hooked and trying to figure things out as it went and the male lead had me all confused and stuff! Kekeke Would I recommend? Yes. 4 STARS!


    Originally posted by b2utygot7

            3. Liar Game

                This one I stumbled upon by chance. I looked it up on Google and decided the synopsis made the show seem very intriguing. So I downloaded it and enjoyed every second of this mystery thriller!! From beginning to end I was hooked, like a fish on a line!! I could not get enough of the show and even checked to see if there was another season. I still need another one. TOTALLY DAEBAK!!! 5 STARS


            4. Descendants of the Sun

                 THIS ONE!! Yes, this one. This drama I kept in my files for a long time, even after I moved TWICE(!!!!). I love this drama from beginning to end and may have watched it about ten times… Without skipping episodes. I love it so much, I had the poster as my phone’s background and had ringtones. I am not ashamed!! Song-Song couple is love, dude!! This one breaks the record. WAY PAST 5 STARS!!!


             5. W: Two Worlds

                  Now tell me why Lee Jong Suk said he wants to play a more masculine type of character when he did such a cool, manly job playing as his character Kang Chul?! He is the definition of perfection and I love him so much. I started feeling rather odd when I wanted him to catch me in a bathroom. Like, I volunteer to be scared like that!! All semi-joking aside, the drama is freaking awesome and the story line was well thought out. I would like to meet the writer and get some tips. 5 STARS!!!


    Originally posted by sugavsweet

             6. Goblin

                 So many favorite scenes, so much bromance. Is it bad of me to say I loved this drama from beginning to end, too? I hope not. Although, for some reason, I wasn’t too into the beginning scene of the first episode. I shrug when I think about it because I have no idea why I’m not pleased with it. Gong Yoo did amazing acting out the battle and the movements were great and everything, but eh. ANYWAY! This drama had me swooning over anything and everything and even made me feel lonely af. I super love love it, though and totally watched it again and again!! Another one that broke the scale!!


            7. Weightlifting Fairy Kim Bok Joo

                 I just recently finished this one, so fresh out of the mind reaction. Here goes. NAM JOO HYUK, STOP STEALING MY HEART!!!!!! The story was great and the acting was even greater!! I love that it’s not the typical thin boy loves thin girl. Noooope, nope, nope. I am so in love with the story, I may go watch it again. With each episode, I had to make sure I was breathing because Nam Joo Hyuk kept me from breathing correctly. The love scenes were so cute and well thought out and that’s what really had me feeling like a high school teenager again. Oh, those feelings of blissful love. Sigh. I would definitely recommend this drama that peoples ears would fall off. I’m so in love with it. ANOTHER SCALE BREAKER!!!!!


    Originally posted by irrational-obsessions-gottcha78

    Thank you so much for reading!! (If you did) I know it was super long and not well typed, but I was afraid of mentioning any spoilers. Please keep in mind that I really did enjoy each and every one of these dramas. No harm, no foul.

    Got a drama you want to recommend I watch and review? Leave me a comment/message! Thank you!! Heartu!


    “Choose Me” (ft. BTS’ Suga)

    You sighed, your heart easily feeling heavy as you emptied out your resolve with that one text. You thought hard, the past three and a half months with Namjoon had been a dream, and now, more than ever, you felt like all you did was receive from him. In the countless random moments you had with him, you tried to look for a clue where he might be. 

    Was he in that coffee shop that played the best music? Was he in the school cafeteria where he finally acknowledged that the lunch ladies can actually make decent food? Was he in the library where you first got to know him as your crash course Philosophy tutor? Or was he in between all of those moments, somehow still by your side while knowing that you saw through him and was looking for something that he did not have?

    And in these questions, you found the answer. 

    Your feet moved faster than you could comprehend as your frantic fingers pressed for his name. There was a short ring as you climbed the stairs. 

    “Hello?” his deep voice will never fail to catch you off-guard.

    “Namjoon, I know exactly where you are.” you declared, catching your breath at the last flight of stairs. “I want to see you, but I don’t think you’d want to see me.”

    You heard him sigh, chuckling below his breath, laughing at how well you seem to know him. “You must know a lot about me, Y/N-ssi.”

    The formality somehow made you sad as you traced your steps towards a familiar room.

    Kim Namjoon was the vice president of the student council. He was VP Namjoon in your phone before he became Joonie, before he started to be someone you cared for. That was his identity before you and seeing him through the window from where you stood in the hallway, sitting on his desk in the student council room with the late afternoon sunlight washing over his melancholic face, made you realize how you seem to be going backwards. As if you were going back to where you started… before Namjoon and towards Yoongi and maybe, the past before that too.

    It was a bittersweet feeling, but slowly, eventually, that moment became your eureka. If you really were going back to where all of these started, then you were going to do it right.

    “We’re alike and lately, maybe too alike.” You smiled as you watched him fiddle with the hem of his jacket with his head hung low. “I’m sorry, Namjoon.” You choked out. Maybe he sensed it, maybe he heard you through the thin walls, but he began looking around for you and you had to fling yourself to the nearest wall to prevent him from seeing you. “Don’t… look up. Look out the window or something. I don’t think I can say what I want to say while looking in your eyes.”

    You peeked from where you stood and saw that he had indeed turned his back and looked out of the window. With a hand in his pocket and the other holding the phone against his ear, he said with a stable voice, “Okay, I’m ready. Today is the day, huh.”

    “I’m sorry.” You repeated weakly, stepping out to look at his back again. “We can’t choose the people that we fall in love with.”

    He chuckled darkly, his next words laced with just the right hint of contempt. “You see, Y/N… I don’t believe that.” He declared with the tone of finality that everyone seem to acknowledge and even when there was no one else around, you were sure that people would have whispered their agreement. “People always say that. Not only in love or relationships, they say that they didn’t have a choice, but in reality everyone has a choice. Always.”

    He took a short moment, maybe to recompose himself as his voice had gotten a decibel louder or maybe just to take a quick breath before he continued more calmly, “You could’ve turned me down, you could’ve stopped your feelings for Yoongi or you could’ve fought for him, but you didn’t. You were the one who gave up on him first. You always had a choice, Y/N. You will always have a choice, don’t forget that.”

    You nodded silently even though he cannot see you. “I know that I can’t get mad at you, you know why? Because I chose you. I chose to play this game even though I knew that I would lose.”

    “I’m sorry.” You could only repeat the words meekly because you couldn’t argue with Namjoon. He was always right.

    He sighed and turned around again, startling you as he leaned on the windowsill. His eyes were trained on something in front of him, so you knew that he was deliberately not looking at you. “Are you apologizing for breaking my heart or are you apologizing for not accepting my heart at all?”

    You took a second to think, but that second was enough for you to see the way the single teardrop from Namjoon’s eyes catch light and glisten in the darkening room.

    “I’m sorry…” you hesitated, wondering if you should finally reveal yourself. “…because I made the great, Kim Namjoon cry.” At your words, his eyes immediately connected with yours. You were stunned, but you continued with your trembling voice, “…but I’ve thought about this so many times before actually deciding. No matter how I feel now, I still think it isn’t right for me to keep seeing you when I can’t give my whole heart to you. I don’t want to use the clichéd “it’s not you, it’s me” line, but really, it’s me. I need to take a step back from all of these and just find out if I want to be with anyone.”

    He nodded and you didn’t know if he accepted such an explanation or simply understood you without further questions. “Y/N?” The way he said your name, without any suffix or formality, made you rethink everything. “Remember that favor you owed me?”

    Immediately, you remembered the favor you owed him for his time as your tutor and how those days already felt like a million miles away. “What is it?”

    “Don’t ask me to be friends with you.” Kim Namjoon was always warm, but now, he made you feel his chilling words down your spine as he looked at you with his unwavering gaze. “Let me decide if I want you to be in my life again.”

    When you finally nodded in acceptance, you realized that you were also crying. His words definitely signified the end of something. “I understand.” You bit your lower lip, looking for all the words that you had wished to say but couldn’t, so you settled with, “…and if I change my mind?”

    His smile, the one that spread on his lips and parted them to reveal his teeth and deepen the dimples on his cheek, might’ve been his parting gift to you. “Then you’ll have to wait in line. I’m highly eligible.”

    You returned his smile and even though a wall, a window and a few paces separated you, this was the closest that you had ever gotten to each other’s hearts. You meet his eyes from where you stood for one last time. You wipe both of your tears and smile at each other before you finally ended the call.

    You waved at him one last time, mouthing, ‘Thank you.’

    Genre: Angst/Fluff/Drama/Romance/CollegeAU

    Pairing: ReaderxYoongi/ReaderxNamjoon

    Summary: It’s the number one rule: you should never fall in love with your best friend or worse, Min Yoongi. With love in the equation, it becomes much difficult to find the right answer. Is it really true that you can’t choose who you fall in love with?

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    a/n: OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD I’M SO SCARED PLEASE DON’T KILL ME. I DIDN’T WANT THIS, BUT AAAAHHHHH IDK ANYMORE. I mean Not Today is a pretty obvious reference here. 

    Strings II

    Summary: The Red String of Fate exists, and like only someone people in the world, you have the rare ability to see them- to change them.

    Genre: Soulmates!Jungkook + angst but not angst at all + fluff

    Word count: 14.6k

    A/N : Surprise!!! I am back! After months of procrastinating here is the long awaited part II! Thank you for all the praise for part I and I hope you guys like the sequel just as much. It’s not edited properly and there might still be mistakes but I really just wanna get this out! Comments and criticism are very much appreciated. :)) 

    Part I 

    For the first time since you’d found out that you could see strings, breathing felt easy. 

    You felt like you were floating, grasping onto the air with your fingertips, flapping your arms as if wings had been stitched onto the flesh like seams to keep you airborne and for fleeting moments, you embraced the sensation of liberation

    You couldn’t deny the way your cheeks ached in a way that was anything but unpleasant and your hair in those brisk moments spiralled behind you in its frenzy of locks and screaming with sovereignty.

    Despite the ruins you were the cause of, despite the flames you’d set alight and left unattended, despite all things destruction that you were the cause of- oddly, you’d never felt so free.

    You’d never felt so close to the air.

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    I tried animation on paper today after so many years because I wanted to put my money where my mouth was. Clipping paper together at the bottom so they were all in line , just that and my blue pencil with its nubbey eraser on a table

    you dont need programs , you dont need light tables, you dont need any kind of like ..EXPENSIVE THINGS that are keeping you from starting to animate. Just do the thing , and it may not be great when you start but keep doing it and you’ll get better. I used to really dislike doing it because i didnt understand it at all but im a big believer in ppl finding their own way - dont let things stop you. 

    anonymous asked:

    whaddup can I have a jhope FUCKBOI au w number 31 pls and thank u sugartits

    idk why you went on anon mate i know it’s you @freehoseoksdick hope you like it lad and stop calling me sugartits 

    31. “I’m trying to flirt with you.” 

    WORD COUNT: 1,738

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    That’s Good to Know (Mark)

    For: Anonymous

    Prompt:   Mark joins you on a big family holiday, with fluff. (I didn’t know if you meant holiday as in vacation or holiday as in Christmas or New Year so I went Christmas)

    When you’d asked Mark if he’d like to spend Christmas day with your family he’d been nervous to accept the invitation. You’d been dating for a while, almost six months, but with his busy work schedule you hadn’t yet had the chance to introduce him to your parents never mind the rest of your family and there you were asking him to meet them all at once. But he’d accepted, despite the nerves and now he was standing beside you, holding your hand in a vice like grip, a somewhat stiff smile on his face as you waited for your parents to answer their door.

    “You’ll be fine.” You murmured, giving his hand a squeeze. You felt a little nervous too, your parents hadn’t been a huge fan of your last boyfriend, your brother and your grandmother hadn’t been either. But this was Mark, you reminded yourself, trying not to let the nerves show. You’d been younger then, your judgement hadn’t been the best. But you knew better now and Mark… Mark was everything your last boyfriend hadn’t been. He was kind and polite and respectful. He was perfect boyfriend material. Surely they would see that. “They’ll love you.” Not sure which one of you that you were trying to convince the most.

    Mark turned to you, eyebrows raised. “And you know that for sure, do you?”

    “Yes.” You insisted. If you liked him, there was no way they wouldn’t like him too but before you could tell him this you heard footsteps coming down the hall and you snapped your attention back to the door.

    Mark did the same, forced smile back on his face.

    And it was your mother who answered.

    “Y/N.” She exclaimed, immediately pulling you into a hug. You felt Mark reluctantly let go of your hand and you returned the hug, wrapping your arms around your mother and squeezing her tight. Your own work schedule was almost as busy as Mark’s and it felt like forever since you’d last seen her.

    And then she was letting you go and you were taking a step back. “Mum, this is Mark.” You told her, gesturing to your boyfriend. “Mark, my mum.” You said next, nodding at the woman in front of you.

    “It’s nice to meet you Ma’am.” Mark said, bobbing his head respectfully.

    For a second your mum said nothing and you caught Mark scuff one shoe across your doorstep, obviously worried. “Ma’am.” She repeated at last and for a second you thought she might be offended. And then she smiled. “Well aren’t you precious.”

    “Um…” Mark mumbled, obviously unsure of how to take that. “… thank you?” he ventured.

    “You’re welcome.” She said, still smiling brightly. “It’s nice to meet you too.” She stepped back from the door and gestured down the hallway. “Come on in.”

    ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~

    Your mum was smitten. She kept saying things like “He’s adorable” and “Isn’t he sweet” whenever she thought he wasn’t listening. And she was right. Mark was adorable and he was sweet. You just didn’t know if that was enough to endear him to your brother and your father. Adorable and sweet didn’t appeal to them as much as it appealed to her.

    But you needn’t have worried. When your brother asked the question “Do you follow basketball?” and Mark had answered with an enthusiastic yes that was your brother sold. He was a simple man.

    Your dad had taken a little longer to come around. All Mark got out of him for a while were one word answers, curt nods and the odd brusk question about his line of work. But you’d been expecting that, you knew that was what was worrying him the most, Mark’s profession. When your relationship went public he knew you’d be under scrutiny too and he didn’t like that idea, he’d told you so more than once. And he didn’t like the fact that Mark had so many other admirers, so many fans, all telling him how great he was. Wouldn’t that go to his head, make him arrogant? You’d argued of course, told him Mark wasn’t like that. He had his head screwed on properly, he was mature for his age, sensible. Your dad hadn’t listened.

    It was over dinner that his attitude began to thaw. Mark had started talking about how much he missed spending the holidays with his family. He’d started singing his own parents’ praises and boasting about how amazing his brother and sisters were. He’d pulled out his phone so he could show your mother and grandmother pictures of his nieces. Using your phone at the dinner table was usually a no in your house but they’d asked. And when your mother and grandmother were done cooing over how cute his nieces were your dad had taken a look too before handing the phone back to Mark, the stony look he’d had on his face since you’d both arrived softening.

    Then dinner was over and Mark well and truly earned himself a spot in your dad’s good books by offering to help your mother clear the table and fetch dessert. Your mum had tried to refuse the offer but Mark had insisted saying she must have been cooking all day and it was the least he could do and she’d given in.

    “He seems very down to earth.” Your dad had said when Mark was out of earshot and you knew right then that Mark had won him over, coming from your dad that was a huge compliment.

    And with your mum, dad and brother all on side the only person left to impress was your grandmother. Your grandmother, being your favourite person on the planet was the person you wanted to warm to Mark the most. She was incredibly important to you and as such you wanted her to get to know your know your boyfriend, to get to like him. But your grandmother was notoriously hard to read and other than tell him how cute his nieces were she hadn’t said much over dinner. You just hoped she’d decide she liked him before the day was over. If she didn’t that wasn’t going to make you like Mark any less but it would be upsetting. 

    ~~~~~ ~~~~~~

    A few hours later and Mark was sitting beside your grandmother on the couch. Your grandmother had a family photo album open in her lap and was showing him pictures of your brother and yourself when you were children. You watched them from the doorway with interest. Mark was giving her his full and undivided attention and your grandmother was clearly in her element. They looked completely comfortable in each other’s company and you couldn’t help smiling.

    “So Grandma seems to like him.” Your brother said from behind you and you jumped slightly, your hand going to your chest.

    “Yeah, she seems to.” You agreed, ignoring the amused look on your brother’s face. Sneaking up behind people wasn’t big and it wasn’t clever.

    “Mum and Dad do too.” He added.

    “I guess.” You said, your gaze going back to your boyfriend. Your mum was sitting beside him now, reaching over him to point to one of the pictures in the album your grandmother was still holding, your dad sitting in an armchair to their left. You watched as he said something and Mark smiled, not the forced smile he’d used on your mum when she’d answered the door earlier, this smile was wide, genuine. Then Mark nodded, said something in reply and your dad laughed. You felt your heart swell. He was surrounded by your family and he looked at home. He looked like like he fit.

    “You really like him, don’t you?” your brother said quietly.

    You’d been so caught up in watching Mark that you’d almost forgotten he was there. “Yes.” You said, not able to tear your gaze away from the scene in front of you. “I really like him. He makes me happy.” You admitted. It wasn’t something you’d voiced aloud yet but you more than liked him, you loved him and you were so incredibly glad your family were on their way to loving him too.

    “That’s good to know.” Your brother said, apparently satisfied. “As long as it stays that way then I’m okay with him sticking around.”

    You resisted the urge to roll your eyes and repeated the words “That’s good to know,” instead. Mark didn’t need his permission to stick around, that was up to you, but you appreciated it, it was nice to hear.

    ~~~~~~ ~~~~~~

    “See, you had nothing to worry about.” You said as Mark pulled out of your driveway. Your grandmother especially had been reluctant to let him leave, telling him he was welcome to visit her any time. “I told you they’d love you, didn’t I?”

    “Love’s a strong word.” Mark said, “but yeah, they didn’t seem to hate me, that’s something.”

    You shook your head. He’d never been the best at taking a compliment but that was ridiculous even for him. “I know my family.” You informed him. “Believe me, they loved you.”

    “If you say so.” Mark said, still unconvinced.

    “My dad thinks you’re ‘a down to earth young man’,” he’d said it again as you’d been getting ready to leave, Mark had really left an impression on him if he’d said it twice in one day, “my brother didn’t try to warn you off, my grandma kept telling me to make sure you eat properly and I’m pretty sure my mum is almost as in love with you as I am.” You finished as you pulled up at a red light.

    “Really?” Mark asked, turning to look at you.

    And it was only then you realised exactly what you’d just said. ‘Almost as in love with you as I am’… that was tantamount to a confession. You felt your face flush red. “Um… yes?” you ventured, not sure how Mark was going to take it, or if he’d even noticed what you’d said. Maybe he hadn’t, maybe you were safe…

    “And just how in love with me are you?” he asked. His tone of voice was light but you couldn’t quite decipher the look on his face.

    You could tell him that it was just a figure of speech… or you could tell him the truth. You took a deep breath and decided to go for it, if it wasn’t what he wanted to hear after six months of dating then it probably wasn’t something he was going to want to hear ever. “I’m ridiculously in love with you.” You admitted, the words coming out in a rush. You really were. When you were together you were blissfully happy, when you were apart you couldn’t stop thinking about him. You loved him, there was no denying it.

    “Seriously?” he said, his expression still unreadable.

    “Seriously.” You told him.

    “Good.” He said, and noticing that the light in front of you had turned green he moved his attention back to the road.

    “Good?” you echoed. Good? You’d told him you loved him and all he could say was good?

    “Hmm.” Mark hummed with a nod as you left the traffic lights behind you and you continued on your way. “That’s good to know.”

    Was he serious? “Glad I could help.” You said shortly, irritation mounting. Why wasn’t this as much of a big deal to him as it was to you? He might not love you but you’d thought he at least cared about you. That hadn’t been the reaction of someone who cared.

    It was a good five minutes before either of you broke the tension that was mounting between you and Mark was the one to break it. “It’s good to know…” he said quietly, “… because I love you, a lot and I didn’t know if you felt the same way. You do though, so that’s nice.” And with a cough he leant forward and turned on the car radio.

    Relief washed over you. When he hadn’t responded the way you’d thought he would you’d thought a break up was on the horizon. Your family had only just gotten to know him, they’d have been devastated. And then his choice of words caught up to you. “Nice? That’s the best you can do?” you asked, unable to help a smile.

    “Yes, nice.” Mark grumbled, not appreciating your teasing tone on the slightest. “Do you want me to take it back?”

    “No…” you said quickly, smile widening. He was obviously embarrassed and that was adorable. “… no. Nice is good. I’ll take nice.”

    “Good because that’s all you’re getting.” Mark told you, doing his best to sound gruff but the flicker of a smile that accompanied the words let him down. He was happy as you were right now, you could tell.

    Man you remember how Garrus’s ME2 quest was about how he’s desperate for easy answers and designated bad guys and you find out that the “mercs” being thrown against him on Omega were just dumb kids with no opportunities and Sidonis was just someone who cracked under the pressure rather than some cackling villain and that great ending line about how Garrus wants everything to be black and white because he doesn’t know what to do with gray and that excellently illustrated conflict in him between his culture and himself and the people he admires and who he wants to be?

    And then remember how ME3 portrays all that as manly bragging to James about how many ~bad guys~ he killed there?

    Read It Wednesday

    Welcome to week 14! A day late, sadly, hope you can forgive me. Please note that Drabbles are no longer included in Read it Wednesday. Also note that if you don’t see a series here, it means I’m behind on reading, but once I catch up you can be on the lookout for it here! This week is a little shorter but I tried to include at least one fic from everyone who tagged me. Alright, here’s this weeks compilation of fics!

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    Exo Reaction to Someone Flirting with Their S/O


    He’s one of the members that would not interfere directly. Instead of coming over, he would make silly faces at you over the flirting guy’s shoulders. Wiggling eyebrows, cute winks, and small kisses are ways to draw your attention to him. You would be giggling and unable to focus on the guy in front of you. The man would eventually realize what was going on, and storms away while Xiumin innocently shrugs his shoulders.


    Although Suho is extremely well-mannered and patient, even he would still be irritated when he witnessed an unknown man acting overly comfortable with you. He would make the most passive-aggressive comments in the person’s face. “Oh, I didn’t know that you and my girlfriend were close.” Then Suho would make a face at the man until he gets the message and leaves.


    You and Yixing would be having a really nice conversation at a Cafe when a young guy walked over to you and starts to chat you up. Lay would be really lost and wonders why the stranger was being so friendly. Later, he would get an epiphany and suddenly realize that the boy was flirting with you. He would not be the type to feel threatened by a random boy, so his slow reactions would actually turn into a running joke between the two of you.


    When he sees a guy is leaning unusually close towards you, he would quickly walk over with a fake smile and size the other guy up. Baekhyun seems like the type to use skinship to send a message to the offender. Wrapping his arms around you or giving you a kiss and then interjecting himself into the conversation is his way of showing that he’s your boyfriend and not to be messed with. Unless the other guy is seriously harassing you, I doubt that he would get angry or violent.


    His reaction would be similar to Baekhyun’s but more exaggerated. He would be extra hyper when greeting the guy who was hitting on you. His large eyes will be wider than usual and his smile would nearly fall of his face. After joining the conversation, he would not so subtly kick the man out of the conversation. “Wow, look at the time. It looks like you have to leave now. Too bad.”


    Jongin would ignore the person flirting with you and intertwine his hands with yours before leading you away. He would not say a single word or even look at the guy because he wants to pretend that nothing happened. Although he would try to act normally afterwards, you can tell that he’s annoyed on the inside because he’s smiling less and his eyes are darker. If you’re regularly being hit on, he might snap one day and aggressively tell the unlucky person to screw off.


    When he noticed that the waiter was leaning unusually close to you, he would stare silently at him. The atmosphere would immediately turn cold as the waiter becomes increasingly flustered under Kyungsoo’s cold gaze. He’s more of the quiet type, so he would not express his possessive feelings verbally. Instead, he would let his eyes and dark expression do the talking. You would have to distract him in order to lighten the mood and cheer him up.


    Based on his personality, Sehun would scoff at any guy who tries to approach you. He would probably make some sassy comments or roll his eyes in an extremely obvious way. Sehun would not care if he’s being rude since no guy should be hitting on his girlfriend. But it seems unlikely that any guy would flirt with you in front him since his cold, handsome looks and great height are already enough to ward off any potential suitors.


    He would be quite easy going about this since he understand why these men are attracted to you. He would actually tease you for having so many guys hitting on you all the time. “Wow, I think there’s a line waiting to ask for your number”. But he would still be irritated if others were constantly interrupting his time with you. Pouting would be his way of expressing annoyance, but you would just find it extremely adorable.

    Gifs do not belong to me. 


    Me, to my brain: Hey, so if you could not try this hard to convince me that I’m broken, worthless, and deserve to die right now that would be super rad. I know that many people who were supposed to nurture and empower you during childhood instead exploited the vulnerability of your developing greatness to convince you that these messages of innate evil and unworthiness are true, but they aren’t. But I’m here now, and I’m working really hard to build a better life that actually means something to me and is in line with my goals and values, so if we could just not die just yet that would be awesome. I know it’s hard, but it’s going to be worth it. Okay?

    “There were times I wish I could have had a more normal upbringing, in terms of being in one place and going to the same school the entire time. I’m very grateful for where I came from and the way things worked out. I already feel like I’ve come a long way. If this is what’s happened so far, if I keep on the line I’m going, then perhaps many other great things will happen. It’s just the beginning.”

    DAY 3288

    Jalsa, Mumbai                     Mar 29,  2017                   Wed 10:31 pm

    Birthday - EF - Rajeshree Bhanudas Divkar . ….   Thu, March 30 .. Happy birthday to you Rajeshree .. have a wonderful day and may you keep happy ever .. 

    The BMC, which is the Municipal body of the city, sent out urgent messages on the net and mobile, that there is a heat wave descending upon the metropolis today, and the next day, and that it would be advisable to keep drinking a great deal of water to keep ourselves hydrated and free from any untoward medical condition .. it could not have come at a more opportune moment  .. I was shooting in the open the entire day .. and yes the sun and the heat was in excess .. so what ..? there were no casualties .. no one dropped to the ground in a faint .. and I had to be delivering multitudinal lines with a heat - inviting shawl over my body .. I survived .. and so did many others ..  end of story ..

    No … this is not what many would be thinking - the Nazi salute ! No not even in my conscious dreams would I make such error .. or attempt ..

    It was just giving the DOP behind me, the position of my hand .. nothing more !

    We needed some extra scenes for the film, and that is what it has been all about for the entire day ..

    Hahahahahaah … the Aussies have had a most humiliating defeat in the recent Test series .. and they have been desperately trying to either belittle the Indian achievement, or make most unsavoury and ugly remarks, personal in nature .. particularly against our Captain Virat Kohli .. and this coming mostly from the Australian Fourth Estate ..

    • ( all this emanating from the PC that Virat held after one of the games, where he stated that some members of the Aussie team had resorted to unfair means on the pitch .. implying, not naming Steve Smith, their Captain, when he had sought help through gestures with his dressing room mates, on whether he should go for a DRS or not .. DRS being a reviewing system that traces the computerised playing of the game to help in giving and correcting any decision by the umpire, if the opposition felt he was wrong. Its like the ball tracing in Tennis games when the linesman gives decision and the player seeks a review .. now a very common engagement in today’s sports - technology taking over human power . The incident was immediately observed by the Umpire on the  field who intervened and stopped the unlawful act about to be committed .. this is what Virat rightly spoke about in the PC .. Mr Smith obviously did not like this and from then on, many different kinds of behaviour incidents kept occurring .. most repulsive of them all being, the mocking of Virat’s shoulder injury that he developed while trying to stop a boundary, falling awkwardly on his shoulder, having to leave the field, without playing any more .. thereafter every time an Aussie fielding at the boundary fell to save a 4 or a 6, he would get up and hold his shoulder, to mock at Virat’s injury .. even when Indian batsmen got out , the mode of displaying their joy was to mockingly hold their shoulder )

    A media output gleamed about their observation that “Virat was the Donald Trump of Sports” .. I acknowledged their observation and complimented them on their acceptance that Virat was a winner, and indeed the President of the sport ! I am not sure why the Donald Trump comparison came up, but I would assume that they were in fact quite chuffed by the DON .. or was it otherwise ??

    Yesterday a prominent player from Australia, Mr Brad Hodge, insinuated that Virat was not playing the 4th Test in Dharamsala, because he wanted to play for the IPL, thus getting the much needed rest and recovery after his shoulder injury  .. an attempted ploy on the part of Virat, to stay away from the Test so he could recover for the IPL - a more lucrative enterprise ..

    I corrected his insinuation by stating to him that this was not true .. Virat stayed away because he wanted to tell the Aussies that even without him, India would give them a resounding walloping  .. which they did, so convincingly .. 

    Hahahahahaahaha .. heha aaa .. 

    Australia lost hopelessly .. they were beaten in every department of the game .. part of gamesmanship is to accept defeat in a most gentlemanly manner, compliment the winners and get on with life .. but they never did that .. they are hopeless losers .. pathetic in their attitude and desperate to put some lame excuses on their embarrassing loss  !!!

    Today another Aussie media output has called Virat an ‘egomaniac’ !

    Ya .. Mr Aussi Media, you observe right .. any Captain that has whipped your team thoroughly and convincingly, needs to have an ego .. and needs to be maniacal about it .. you got a problem with that ..??

    Dear me I have raved and ranted for too long .. 

    Good night .. and be with smile and happiness ..

    Amitabh Bachchan 

    anonymous asked:

    In one of the many anon ask replies, but you're asking how ToG is bad. Sorry if this became too much, I just want to let you (and others) know the flaws in ToG bc the hate. I think it's bc Rowan is too ultra-masculinity (what's the word) and possessive af and almost all black characters were killed off (Nehemia and Sorscha). Also how all the Faes seem same gorgeously territorial. The too-many sex scenes. There're more, but these are the main ones. Btw, what's 'stans'?

    Well…I guess Rowan could be seen as “Ultra-masculiny” but the way I see it is that he is a fae male. Fae are more along the lines of animalistic so I could see why he’s that way. Personally I dont have a problem with it. 

    I do agree…there should be more representation for poc characters. Nehemia was a great character and I cried when she died. 

    I think that fae are territorial because…well…they are fae and more closer to animals than humans are. They have more animalistic traits, that’s what makes them different from humans.

    I mean….I agree there isn’t really a reason for the sex scenes. Am I complaining? Nope. But I think that the Manorian Sex scene was important. I mean it was a way to take off the edge. Did it help Manon or Dorian take off the edge tho? Nope. Am I complaining? Nope. Plus the Manorian scene was healing for Manon and Dorian in a way??? @propshophannah is better at explaining than I am.

    I’m not sure what “Stans” are.

    Video Games ~ A Chanyeol One Shot

    A Park Chanyeol one shot 

    Requested by lalahiatus

    Genre: Romance

    Member: Park Chanyeol

    Summary: (of this one shot) After a long and stressful day at work, you come home to your loving boyfriend, Chanyeol, who cheers you up with his talkative and goofy personality.

    Stomping out of your boss’s office, you angrily make your way to the break area to get a cup of coffee, to try and calm yourself down. She suddenly dropped a huge burden on you, asking you - commanding you to work two more hours overtime to cover for one of your co-workers who had gone home sick a few hours ago. When you get to the break room, you see a sticky note stuck on the coffee machine.

    Coffee machine doesn’t work!

    Great. So now you had to do extra work for you and your sick co-worker, with the other problem of not having coffee. You didn’t even get to have your morning one, the line at Starbucks was too long and when you arrived this morning, there were way too many people crowded at this one, shitty, and now broken coffee maker. Pulling your hair into a tight ponytail, you walk to the vending machine to see that they had run out of your favorite beverage. Even better, your workplace wants you to work an extra two hours, and they want you to stay dehydrated until you get home. You were supposed to have a night in with Chanyeol, who had just so happened to have today off, unlike you. You usually got home before he did, him coming home just as you’re about to drift off to sleep. It was alright, you still had the weekends and you still saw each other in the morning while getting ready for work.

    But today was not your day.

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    anonymous asked:

    Could you do a Tyler one shot where you're on tour with them, and you were side stage talking to one of the men working the venue and while on stage Tyler noticed and it looked like he was being flirty with you and you back, so after the show he grabs you and takes you to the bus and he abandons all the other resonsibilities that he has after the show and u guys have like rough sex but he's still caring about you and then fluff afterwards/cuddling? (u can make the sex detailed haha)


    You were standing backstage, the lights down, the energy in the crowd building rapidly.  The long curtain had been hung, covering the stage as the crew set up the boys’ equipment. The crowd started chanting, they were ready for the show to start.  

    You had your arms crossed, drumming your fingers to the beat.  Then the music started and the crowd erupted into a pit of screams and cheers.  Josh took the stage, mask and suit both on.  You smiled when you saw Tyler follow dressed alike.  

    The show went smoothly.  Tyler would throw you a couple of glances, but nothing more than a second.  He was always so serious during his shows.  And you didn’t want to mess up his mojo, so you refrained from obnoxiously waving like you wanted to so badly.  

    You loved seeing Tyler and Josh perform, but you couldn’t help but be a little grateful when you heard Tyler introduce Trees about an hour and a half in.  You couldn’t wait to hog the entirety of Tyler’s bunk, his soft pillows were on the forefront of your mind.

    You sung along quietly to the final song and bobbed your head to the beat before letting out a big yawn.  

    “Long night, huh?” a voice said.  

    You turned watching as one of the venue’s security guards walked over.

    You offer him a gentle smile, nodding.

    “Yeah, maybe one day I’ll get used to it,” you yawn again, “or maybe not.”

    He laughs, squaring off his shoulders so he’s facing the show, next to you.  He stands rather close, you can feel your shoulders touching.  You don’t really think much of it.

    He’s extremely chatty, and very easy to talk to, or I guess the correct term would be listen to.  He talked so fast and left very little room in between sentences for you to comment.  He tells you about his experience dealing with some rowdy fans earlier in the day, and about some of the shows taking place later in the week.  You smile and nod, sort of becoming engrossed in his stories.  He was so articulate with his hands, throwing them around and using them as gestures.  It was all so vibrant and intriguing.  It was a nice distraction from how tired you really were.

    “So where are you from anyway?” he finally asks.

    “Ohio,” you say, rubbing the corner of your eye.

    “Ah, so far away,” he says smiling sadly.

    “It’s a little ways, yeah,” you agree.  

    “And you just follow them around?” he asks, indicating towards the boys.

    You nod, “Yep, I’m like their professional groupie,” you say, looking out on the stage.  You notice Tyler staring at you from behind his piano.  He keeps eye contact for an unusual amount of time.  You wonder if you should smile or wave, but decide against it, not wanting to distract him.  

    “That must be pretty exciting, new city every night kind of deal?”

    “It’s definitely an experience,” you say laughing, turning back towards the man, “I’m not really the adventure type, but I’m trying.”

    “A pretty girl like you?” he says in disbelief, “You definitely seem worthy of bringing around the country.  I bet you’d be a fun night out.”

    You blush fiercely.  

    Anytime anyone complimented you, you couldn’t help but turn a shade of red.  

    You try to shake your head, disagreeing, but you end up laughing instead.

    “I’m serious!” he says, laughing back.  

    “You’re full of shit,” you chuckle.

    “I would never lie,” he says throwing you a wink.  

    Tyler gets up off the piano and makes his way towards center stage.  You notice him still making numerous points to stare at you from across the way.  You wonder what’s up with him.

    Him and Josh jump in the crowd for the final drumming set.  The crowd is screaming loud enough where neither you or the security guard even bother to try to talk.  You’d have to yell in each other’s ears for anything to be coherent.  

    Josh and Tyler jump back on stage for their final bow.  You can’t help but smile when they get all giggly and shocked by how many people turned up for them.   No matter how many shows they played, they were always so humbled by the end.  It was so genuine.

    You’re surprised, usually they exit towards the other side of the stage, but Tyler makes his way towards you, wiping his forehead with his arm.  You  smile at him, but it immediately faded once you saw the look on his face.  His brow was furrowed, his lips in a fine line.  

    “Great job!” you say, trying to be exited, but still figuring out if there was something wrong.  

    He reaches out and grabs your elbows, pulling you into his body and crashing his lips against yours.  You kiss him back, but are completely taken aback at first, eyes wide open.  

    “Woah-“ you say when he finally pulls away.  

    Tyler stands next to you, wrapping his arm around your waist, his hands planting firmly along the hem of your jeans, you feel his fingers start digging into your skin.  You squirm before remembering the company in your presence.

    “Tyler,” you say, “this is uh-“ you freeze, just remembering that you never did catch the security guard’s name.  

    “Jack,” he says, eyeing Tyler.  

    Tyler smiles slyly at Jack.  “It’s so great to meet you,” he says, his voice super cocky and condescending, “I need Y/N here for something really important, so we’re gonna get going,” his grip tightens on your hips and he starts pulling you away.  “Like I said though, great to meet you.”

    You don’t even have time to turn around and give Jack a tentative wave before Tyler is grabbing your hand and all but dragging you towards whatever was so important.

    “Tyler?” you say.  You’re practically running to keep up with his fast pace.  He doesn’t look back, just continues on his mission.  You wonder if something’s wrong.  Maybe Josh was hurt.  Or Mark.  

    “Tyler!” you say again.  Nothing.

    He pushes his way backstage, weaving between equipment, but never lets go of your hand.

    He pushes the back exit open and rushes into the parking lot.  He doesn’t stop until he’s in front of the tour bus, yanking the door open and ushering you inside.  You climb in first, but turn around as soon as Tyler shuts the door behind you.

    “What the hell was that?” you ask, ashamed to be slightly out of breath.  

    But Tyler is already crashing his lips into yours unexpectedly for the second time that night.  His hands return to your hips and with closed eyes he pushes you back against the wall.  

    Tyler pulls back from your lips, moving instead to your neck where he clumsily starts kissing and sucking.

    “Tyler-“ you moan, tipping your head back.  He liked the reaction he was already getting out of you, so he moves his hands to your shirt, gripping the fabric then waiting for you to raise your arms above your head before pulling it off.  

    His lips immediately latched back on to your neck, where he starts to suck the same spot.  He swirls his tongue over the soft skin there, before he bites slightly, making you squirm in place.  You feel him smirk against your neck before he pulls back, leaving you frazzled.

    He pulls you up then, and leads you towards the back of the tour bus, towards the couches.  He placed his hand on the small of your back and begins kissing you again, slowly lowering you down to the leather surface.  

    Your arms wrap around him, and you start grabbing at the fabric of his shirt, pulling and pulling until it rose enough that you could feel skin.  You grasp the tank top and lift it over his head, marveling at his bare chest and tracing the tattoos on his pecks out of habit.  

    Tyler’s lips hovered above the tender mark on your neck.  He pressed down again, gently this time, kissing a spot just once before moving along to the next.  

    He kissed your collar bone, then just below it.  His hands moved to your bra strap behind you on the couch.  You rose up a little, allowing him better access to the clip and he undid it.  You peel the straps off your shoulder and he throws the material to the floor.  

    His hands immediately travel to your exposed breasts.  His hands covering them entirely, he squeezes gently a few times before bringing his mouth to one, he sucks slightly making you moan beneath him, arching your back.  Tyler sucks and swirls his tongue around your nipple, making you grow hotter and hotter by the second.  He moves on to the other, giving it just as much attention as the first.  You let your hand find his scalp, gently pulling and feeling his soft, brown hair.  

    “Gonna make you feel so good,” he murmured into your skin.  “The way only I can.”

    And it clicks.  Tyler was jealous.  

    Hence all the staring and cocky smiles.  

    You smirk, opening your eyes to look down at him, still kissing and suckling on your breasts.  You liked the idea of Tyler being so possessive.  You decide to tease him a little more.

    “Prove it,” you say, staring hotly at him as his face rose in surprise.

    His eyes narrow, and he smiles darkly at you.  You go weak.  

    He sits up sharply, pulling you with him in one swift motion.  You’re practically straddling his lap when he quickly undoes the button on your pants.  

    “Take them off,” he orders.  You nod, standing up and doing what you’re told.  You felt excited, but slightly anxious.  You didn’t know what to expect from Tyler.  He was always so gentle and quiet in bed.  Which you loved.  But this was new.  This was thrilling.

    Once your jeans were off from around your ankles, you stared back at Tyler, naked except for your panties.  He licked his lips, staring at you from down on the couch.  You couldn’t help but feel slightly self conscious being stared at so intently like this.  You went to cross your arms but Tyler stopped you.

    “Don’t,” he said.

    And you nod, lowering them again.  

    Tyler shifts then, moving to the end of the couch.  

    “Lay down,” he tells you, motioning towards the empty part of the couch.  

    You do, positioning a pillow behind your head and staring up at him innocently, awaiting further instructions.  

    “I want you to touch yourself,” Tyler murmurs softly.  

    Your eyes widen and you immediately become overcome with embarrassment.

    You hesitate, shocked by his request.  

    Tyler raises an eyebrow at you.  “Well?” he asked.

    You nod, slowly starting to separate your bent legs.  

    “Show me what you do when I’m gone,” he says.  

    Your heart thumped loudly in your chest, but Tyler looked so excited that you knew you had to do your best.  You bit your lip anxiously, before sliding your hand down your body.  Tyler’s eyes widened when you started rubbing yourself through your underwear, parting your knees even further apart.  

    You tried to pretend that Tyler wasn’t even there.  If he really wanted to see what you did while he was gone for weeks at a time, you’d show him.  

    You let your head fall back on the pillow, one hand coming up to cup your breast.  You gently pulled at the nipple.  The hotter you got, the easier it was not to be shy in front of Tyler.  Your hand slipped under the waistband of your panties and you watched as Tyler groaned, biting his lip and palming himself on top of his jeans.  The idea of you turning Tyler on this way made you feel sexy, so you continued to writhe under your own touch, moaning.  

    You eventually pulled your hand out, hooking your fingers under your panties and pulling them down.  Tyler grabbed them once they got to about your knees and he pulled them the rest of the way for you.  

    You let him, moving your fingers back to your clit, where you continue to rub yourself.  

    You moan out as you let your fingers tease your entrance.  You dip your fingers inside yourself, pumping in and out until the knot in  your stomach started to increase.

    “Tyler,” you groan, begging for a release.  

    You suddenly feel his hands wrap around your wrists, pulling them back.  You’re just about to cry out in frustration when Tyler dips his head between your legs, his tongue immediately beginning to swirl and suck on your clit.  

    You arch your back senselessly.

    He puts his own finger inside of you then, “So wet for me,” he mumbles into you, the vibrations causing you to moan.  

    He continues to nibble and pump in and out of you and you claw at the leather couch around you, sure you were going to erupt into a puddle at any second.

    “Tyler,” you plead, begging for a release.  

    Tyler pumped his finger faster and the knot in your stomach comes undone.  You cry out, as you quickly become so sensitive beneath him, but Tyler doesn’t stop, he keeps sucking you, making you squirm intensely beneath him.  You bring your knees together, practically squeezing his head, but he just adds another finger inside of you.  It only takes you moments before you’re ready again, spreading your legs apart and begging him for more.  

    Tyler flicks your clit with his tongue, before latching on and sucking hard.  

    You were writhing underneath him, calling out his name and tugging his hair.  

    “Please,” you beg.

    “Such a good girl,” Tyler says against you, “Come for me.”

    And you do, clenching around his fingers and releasing once again.  

    Tyler removes his fingers from inside you, gripping your thighs tightly and moving his way up your naked body until he’s hovering above you, between your knees.  He leans down and kisses you passionately.  You can taste yourself on his lips.  

    Tyler dips slightly and you feel how hard he is through his jeans.  You feel exhausted and you’re sure you won’t be able to come again, but you bring your hands to Tyler’s belt anyway, undoing it and pushing his pants down for him.  You can feel him even more prominently though his boxers.  You palm him through the fabric, smirking once he let out a breathy groan.  

    “Can you come one more time for me?” he asks, his voice deep.

    You nod slowly, pressing your forehead into the crook of his neck.  

    You let your thumbs hook underneath the hem of his boxers.  When you move the material down, his cock springs free, thick and dripping with precum.  

    He reaches down quickly, opening the drawer built in underneath the couch and grabs a loose condom.  He quickly brings it to his teeth, opening the wrapper and throwing the trash to the floor.  He rolls it on himself, pumping a few times to relieve some of the pressure.  

    You separate your legs farther than they already were and brace yourself while Tyler lines himself up to you.  He pushes in slowly, biting his lip fiercely and letting out a groan once he was all the way in.  You dig your nails into his back, clawing at the skin, adjusting to his size.  

    Tyler waits like he always does, for you to tell him when it’s okay for him to move.  

    You finally nod, feeling ready for more.

    Tyler doesn’t hesitate to pull out completely, before thrusting back in.  Your eyes roll back and you practically yelp out when he hits you in just the right spot.  Tyler’s arms are beside your face, his biceps flexing from holding himself up.  He thrusts in and out making the knot in your stomach start forming again.  You moaned out loud, Tyler taking that as a sign to speed up.  

    “Tyler,” you whimper in his ear, feeling yourself become close.  

    He gripped your ankles, and raised your legs so that they were resting on his shoulders.  The adjustment caused him to start hitting a deeper spot inside of you and you cried out.  

    “Come for me,” he growls.  

    You clench around him, yet again, crying his name out loudly.  Tyler releases your ankle to grab your hand, squeezing it tight as you rode out your high.

    Tyler was close too, his thrusts became unbearably fast.  He reaches out and grips the sofa behind you, bracing himself.  

    You reached your arms up to his back, clawing and gripping at his skin.

    “Show me how good you can make me feel,” you groan into his ear.

    Tyler tightens his grip on the sofa, his knuckles turning completely white, before he moans out your name.  His face falls to your chest and his thrusts become sloppy.  

    “Show me who I belong to,” you breathe seductively in his ear, as he rode out his climax.  

    When he’s finished, he collapses on top of you, his hands trailing up and down your bare sides.  

    The exhaustion you felt during the show was slowly creeping back into focus.  

    Tyler looks up to see you already starting to nod off.  

    “Come on,” he whispers, helping you stand up.  “Let’s go to bed, yeah?”

    You nod, smiling into his chest as he pulled you in for a hug.

    You slip your panties back on and accept an oversized t-shirt from Tyler before crawling into his bunk.  You pressed yourself against the wall as he clambered in.  When you were sure he had enough space, you moved closer, letting him wrap an arm around you before coiling into his side.  

    Your eyes felt heavy, and Tyler’s hand trailing up and down your arm was so soothing that you knew you’d be asleep in minutes.  

    “Me,” Tyler whispered, kissing the top of your head.  “You belong to me.”

    You nod into his chest, knowing there was nothing in the world you believed more than that.


    Anon: “First of all you accept mixing DC and Marvel ? If so … Imagine being a member of the Avengers and the youngest of all so all are extremely protective of you , therefore, all fall into despair and enter in ’ ’ guard ’ ’ when the Joker (Jared Leto) is in love with you and flirts every time you guys are on a mission to stop him from blowing up the world , you do please ? Thaks AND i love your imagines <3″


    and also, dirty and hilarious pick-up lines.

    Words: 1081 (Pretty Short)

    Pairing: Jared Leto!Joker X Avenger!Reader

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