this got bigger than i though

important things

Mike Faist
- has sectoral heterochromia in the lower left of his left eye
- is really tall
- is fairly well-built, no visible abs but defined pecs for sure
- has skinny legs, oddly skinny legs, but they’re great

Ben Platt
- lost weight JUST to play Evan, so Evan is not chubby (although i do LOVE that HC)
- even though he got skinnier, he definitely has a chubby face
- is 5'10 which is decent, but still kinda short
- obviously his lower lip is bigger than his upper lip and i’m living for it

Will Roland
- IS CHUBBY SO CHUBBY SO CUTE
- is 5'7 so Jared is shorter than Evan
- also has sectoral heterochromia!! in the right side of his left eye!!

so yeah when drawing Jared, Evan, or Connor keep those in mind please!! just wanted to make this because those three are easily the most drawn

exchanges (m)

Summary: In which Jeon Jungkook is that friendly neighborhood superhero, you’re the face in the hallway that saved his high school career, and he can’t ever seem to get a grip around you. Even when he makes you scream after a fated accident—not for the reason you may be thinking; get the thought out of your head! 
Pairing: Jungkook | Reader 
Genre: Fluff/Smut; Spiderman AU 
Word Count: 14,838
Author’s Note: Honestly though, it was only a matter of time before I got around to writing a story like this. I am obsessed with Spiderman, so this might just be the foundational guideline for many future Jungkook Spiderman AU drabbles to come in the future. 

The story was also heavily inspired by this photo that made me cry for seven days and seven nights. +photo credit !!!!!!!

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(the present)

If Jeon Jungkook is against anything in his life, it’s one’s ability to exaggerate certain situations or problems to make those things seem much bigger than they probably were. Well, actually, take that back. It’s not that he’s against it per say, it’s just that his peer’s daily struggles of pop quizzes and missing the morning bus aren’t exactly headliner news—especially in comparison to what he has to go through.

Jeon Jungkook is against exaggeration, probably because he can’t get away with it himself. It’s not that he doesn’t like to exchange his fair share of embellished stories or fabricated events weaved into true experiences, it’s that he can’t afford to do so. Sharing stories of his nightly routines and dashing superhero adventures may seem great, but only if he could manage the burden of a personal life and a masked life intertwining.

As an 18-year-old boy, he can probably say it’s safe to assume that he cannot. Manage the overwhelming, opposite pressure both of his lives take him, that is. It’s difficult enough being a college freshman, a tiny fish in an ocean of whales and sharks, but throw in his late night Spiderman facade would be too much of a tale to share with other people and peers who probably ask too many questions and know too much about him. He’s never liked the exposure that comes with being in the spotlight, and he can’t hide behind his mask if people knew who he was.

Oh. Right. Speaking of his Spiderman facade, that’s who is he. Haven’t heard of him? You know, the dashing hero of Seoul, red and blue spandex attire with a web shooter, fine tuned senses and amazingly quick reflexes? The boy who swings around the city, volunteering for trouble and always coming out right on top? The boy who constantly maintains that casual, slightly amused tone throughout a majority of his rescues?

Yeah, well, that’s Jungkook.

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Listen, I am LIVING for Nicole Haught turning her head to make Waverly kiss her cheek.

It’s a sign that she’s going to become a fully fleshed out character with complex feelings. Sure, something is off with Waverly, she knows it, though she’s not quite sure what yet. But this is bigger than that. This is Nicole refusing to be kept in the dark or sidelined anymore. This is the beginning of Nicole’s fight for equal footing and mutual respect when it comes to the supernatural occurrences in Purgatory.

Bring it on, I’ve got my popcorn ready.

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Lets all agree to never under appreciate Harry’s upturned lookin lip mole and Sam’s puffy eyelids. 
because they’re both gorgeous things that no one talks about. 

God His Thighs - Theo Raeken x Reader

Pairing: Theo x Reader

Prompt: Theo Raekens abs!

Warning: FLUFF SO MUCH FUCKING FLUFF!!

ENJOY!!

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“Why is he here?” You snarled angrily as you looked Theo up and down with distaste.

Scott sighed as Stiles nod in agreement. Liam however seemed less judgemental than usual, which you internally pouted about. Alec the newest member of the pack looked between you and Theo with curious eyes.

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what a great day to remember that the american education system continuously fucks over its students and then punishes them for it :)

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Not sure what I love more - new camera or new puppy?

His ||Jungkook|| 0.3

Member: Jungkook x Reader

Type: Angst, Fluff, Smut.

Teaser | 0.1 | 0.2 | 0.3

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Mismatched

I have heterochromia.

My mom has it too, only hers is sectoral heterochromia. A part of her left eye is brown while most of it is blue. Mine’s complete. My right eye is brown, the left is blue. As a kid I’d get the most excited reaction out of the adults-

“His eyes are so beautiful!”

“Wow, they’re different colors!”

“How stunning!”

I’d like to say that my eyes are only one part of myself, that it’s just a slice of the pie that makes up me. But really, the only fascinating part of myself is the heterochromia. I’m average in grades. Height. Strength. IQ. Not much stunning charisma either- I tend to stick to myself.

But in the end, it’s my eyes that saved my life. And maybe the lives of a few others.

The killings started my sophomore year. A young couple going out to smooch in their car was found dead, mangled by some wild beast. Their faces had been eaten off, their tongues ripped out, and their eyes completely gone.

I didn’t know them, they went to the private school. All the same, the stories started up about the Gosbecks Knoll Beast.

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we shake the whole house, we raw down our pride
use it for kindling something bigger than this,
that you can’t see from a rooftop.
the finale and the penultimate, we huddle together when it comes
and we pray for the silence.

and though a cross lives on my neck,
makes a home in the gap between my collarbones,
i am not sure i truly know what praying is.

do the words defy gravity?
do they float above the clouds?
do they keep on rising, do they never stop?
or are they stagnant, do they linger in the air long after they’re spoken,
have they filled up this room, and will they suffocate me in time?

and if anyone is listening,
why have i been denied the sinewed shape of this
that gives me strength?
why do we live in a rut, and why have i spent my thirteen years
climbing my roots back to the sun,
when i know the hot air will push me back, just like it always does?

why do i still run?

day 1: i cried so hard my mom woke up every hour to make sure i was still breathing; she told me it was like i was a newborn in his crib for the very first time.
day 2: i went to school and cried in the counselors office.
day 3: i believed we were okay and our love was cured, i think my mind was playing a sick joke on me.
day 4: i told you i’d wait for you, you replied with “i don’t want you to wait”
day 5: i came across a picture of you on tumblr. It lit my throat on fire so i tried lighting your letters over the fire… it was to hard.
day 6: happy one month: you loved me so much you couldn’t even make it a month with me
sincerely - the love you don’t deserve.
day 7: you left me broken into pieces on the bathroom floor, someone is picking up your dirty work, something you’ve never been able to do even before.
day 8: your voice still echoes in the wind and although your touch never got the chance to bruise my skin, your voice overpowered my soul. i’m no longer bleeding on the bathroom floor though i am in the room where you once called me yours.
day 9: im finally laughing with someone new and my smile is bigger and brighter than ever.
day 10: the doubt makes my spine feel less like a vertebrae and more like a giant icicle (you never loved me)
day 11: Since when was heartbreak so fucking beautiful to you? Since when was lying fun? Since when was i not enough for you?
There is nothing pretty about losing feelings in my knuckles after squeezing my hands so tight to keep from texting you
day 12: i was never able to squeeze them tight enough; i never would have imagined that it would be so easy for you to let go.
day 13: i no longer think about you constantly, my heart no longer beats for you, my mom no longer checks to see if i’m alive. I’m moving on like i said i would
day 14: i smoked weed with a girl in the front seat of her car and she asked questions i couldn’t get myself to even answer
day 15: i found out you had finally replaced me and it flicked at my bruises i gave myself but somehow i still didn’t break.
day 16: i still find excuses to text you; you still find reasons to ignore them.
day 17: what color are your eyes? what does your smile look like? what does your voice sound like? who are you now?
day 18: i was worth it. i was so fucking worse it. You don’t deserve the love i had to offer. Fuck you i was worth it
day 19: sometimes all i feel in my chest is my heart trying to escape from its cage it’s being held in; i think it’s tired of all the tears i’ve shed because of you
day 20: i was finally able to sleep right; your voice no longer keeps me awake late at night. You no longer overpower my brain.
day 21: someone told me it took 21 days to break a habit. It has been 21 days since you decided to leave me for her. Within them 21 days, i’ve realized you never deserved me, i was worth it and that life is so much better without you. i’ve realized i don’t need you to be alive.
—  21 days without you
Costume Change

Requested on my AO3 account!
Relationsip; Batfam/Reader

Prompt;
I couldn’t find your wattpad account so I was wondering if I could leave a request here? The request being that Batmom decided to get a costume change but she isn’t sure what to pick, so the boys and batdad bombarde her with different opinions of what’s practical or whats more stealthy and what not.

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The boys, Jason and Dick, found you staring at your suit and gear that were trapped in a bulletproof glass beside Bruce’s in the cave, chin trapped in your fingers as a hum escaped your pursed lips. They both looked at each other, wondering, what the hell were you doing with a cocked eyebrow.

“Ma, what are you doing?” Jason snapped you out of your train of thoughts.

Noticing their sudden appearance in the cave, you turned your head to the side to look at the two oldest boys. Your fingers slowly let go of your chin so your hand could rest on your hip.

“Thinking.” You answered simply.

“If you’re planning on running away from here, I’m coming with.” The second oldest son spoke again, making you chuckle.

“No, Jay,” you breathed, amused by how could Jason even thought about you running away while you were perfectly happy to be with your family now.

“Yeah, no Jay. If she’s leaving she is going to take the Manor along with her since nobody wants her to leave. Not now, not ever.”

Now they were just being cute without them realizing it, your heart melted and soon you have both arms hooked around their neck pulling them into a small group hug.

“Awe, you guys.” You rub your cheeks against theirs. You could hear Jason groaned half-heartedly while Dick happily accepted your sweet gesture, “I was just thinking about changing my suit.” You finally explained after you stopped uncomfortably rubbing your cheeks and pulled away from the hug.

Before you know it, Dick was practically dragging you further to the cave, sitting you down on the chair in front of the computer while he stood there staring at you as he thought about something. It was probably about the suit and your hunch was right when he suddenly gave you his idea about how your suit should be.

“You need it to be elastic,” Dick suggested.

“No, it needs to be bulletproof and can hold ammo. A lot of it.” Jason walked over to the both of you, sitting on a table near you. “Even bigger ones.”

And here you stupidly thought they wouldn’t argue over it, nope, they did. Though it wasn’t as bad they even got their weapons out of nowhere. It was just a simple arguing.

Until Damian decided to come in.

“It needs to be stealthy and can protect her from any cuts and bruises at all costs.” He stated, standing beside you as he stared up at his older brothers. “And I want it to look like mine.”

Jason snorted, “That ridiculous costume of yours? She would’ve looked hilarious than intimidating.”

Damian clicked his tongue irritatedly as his brows furrowed, glaring up at him. “At least I use pants instead of a green underwear.” He sneered.

There you have it, another show of your boys fighting making you sigh.

You were used to this yes, but it doesn’t mean that you could handle their loud bickering every time they met and you didn’t have the heart to scream at them either. All you could do was to scold them, you loved them too much to even punch them. Not even when you trained them, you tried your best to just hit them lightly.

Tim soon came down along with Bruce, you assumed their little conversation about upgrading the bat computer was over. They both sent you a questioning look about what happened and you shrugged as a reply.

No way, you were not going to make the fight worse by telling them that you wanted to change your suit. Too bad, you guess it, but one of the just had to ask about what happened.

“You want to change your suit?” Bruce looked at you, while you huffed as you nodded.

“Yeah, a little bit of change won’t hurt right?”

“Oh, make it simple and light, it will help you move faster,” Tim suggested.

“I just said that.” Damian scoffed.

There it goes again, though Bruce only stared and voice his opinion once or twice. You sighed again, you didn’t think it would be this messy.

You were so caught up in your own world you didn’t notice they had their eyes on you, asking you to pick one of their suggestions for your suit. Meanwhile, you stared back, you couldn’t decide you had to admit that their ideas were unique in their own ways and how they made sense why they needed to be applied for your soon-to-be suit.

“Mrs. Wayne, if I may suggest, why don’t you combine their suggestions?” Alfred carefully placed a cup of tea for you to relief your tense mind, “make it simple, yet strong to protect you from bullets and swords, stealthy and elastic. More importantly, not revealing.”

Alfred was right, why didn’t you think of that?

You face palmed, making your way to Alfred before taking his calloused hands, that showed how hard he had worked for the family, in yours. “Thank you, Alfred, if you aren’t here I probably would be stuck with this.”

“It is my job to help Mrs. Wayne.”

Turning around, you flashed them a smile. A hand already holding a paper and a pen, “now can you guys repeat your ideas for me?”

[ E N D ]

In 6th grade, my social studies teacher was sick one day so she called in a sub. We’ll call him Mr. Brown. When we walked into class in first period, he looked like a relatively decent guy — sipping coffee, waiting for the bell to ring, generally acting less than significant. He introduced himself to us, told us he either was or had been a high school teacher, and instructed that we read from the textbook. Normal substitute things. I was then called away to go to speech class, however, and this is where things started to go downhill. Mind you, the rest of this has been compiled from various sources. Mr. Brown commanded that the remaining students spend five minutes taking notes on the entire chapter before they moved on. Obviously, this caused a stir within the class, but worryingly high expectations were something everyone was fairly used to, so they got to work. It only got worse from there. As he was passing back papers, Mr. Brown was muttering curses under his breath at the students he was returning work to. This was a much bigger deal back then than it might be at my current level of schooling, but I digress. In 3rd period, though, he called a girl the n-word and proceeded to tell that class that, “If [they didn’t] shut up, [they’re] going to hell!” We were all rather concerned at this point, but we were prepared to heap our plates with mandarin orange slices and trade stories at lunch. What we weren’t prepared for was what would happen at recess. We were doing our respective activities when one person saw something I presume they still can’t unsee: Mr. Brown, stripped down to his underwear, jogging around the campus. When recess finally ended, I saw that we had police in the entrance hall and was informed that Mr. Brown was being, “escorted away.” While we never did have anything that could top that, we were all wary of substitutes from that point forward.

Wrong Place Wrong Time (24)

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Part 24 of an ongoing series, enjoy :)
A fanfic for a more Mature audience due to violence and language. Read at your own risk :)

Themes=😖,🌟,💣,🎭 ,. (☠️- Harm towards characters, Strong language and Adult themes.)

Summary: You end up in the wrong place at the wrong time and it has negative repercussions. Main characters include: Reader and EXO.

Part 1  Part 2  Part 3 Part 4  Part 5 Part 6  Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11Part 12  Part 13  Part 14  Part 15  Part 16  Part 17  Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23   Part 25  Part 26  Part 27  Part 28  Part 29  Part 30  Part 31  Part 32  Part 33  Part 34  Part 35 (Final)

Word Count: 2,160


“Why are you standing up, sit down, this isn’t a joke.” You said, still in disbelief staring up at him, mouth wide open.

“This isn’t a joke. I’m well aware of that” He gave you a serious look, contrast to the expression he usually wore.

“But Baekhyun…” You whispered, still shocked. How could he be the son of a tyrant it just did not make sense, and now you found yourself questioning his motives. The men were staring at Baekhyun in surprise, Jongin and Kris in particular.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” Junmyeon rolled his eyes heavenwards, letting out an exasperated sigh. “All this time I’ve had my biggest enemies children in my unit and a traitor here too who we thought we all loved dearly, who the heck am I supposed to trust?!” He banged his fists on the table looking at Baekhyun, with rage in his eyes. “Who the heck are you Baekhyun and what do you want?!”

Baekhyun shuffled uncomfortably in his spot, but he was staring intensely at Jongin and Kris, maybe he was just really beginning to process the fact that they were his brothers.

“I’m here to get rid of Red too. My story is the same as their stories, The only difference being it was me and my sister, but he did to her what he did to Kris. He drowned her, unfortunately this time he succeeded. We were twins, we did everything together.” Baekhyun frowned angrily, banging his fists on the table tears coming to his eyes. “She was only 15. A part of me died with her, a part that I’ll never get back. Red is a fucking menace and he needs to be put down permanently.” Baekhyun flopped down into his seat, staring at his hands shaking in his lap.

“I’m so sorry Baekhyun, don’t worry we’ll get him.” Kris said bowing his head.

Jongdae stood up slowly walking towards the fridge. “I’m so baffled, I need a drink. I can’t believe you’re all related.” You were with Jongdae on this one; you were still bewildered by the fact that Jongin, Kris and Baekhyun were brothers.

“Wait Jongin I have a question for you.” You spoke up, you still weren’t one hundred percent sure about all of this and you needed to clarify every single detail. “I found a sheet of paper in your room; it was almost like a checklist. You said you had to kill Luhan because he knew more than he was supposed to, what does that mean?”

He nodded quickly towards your direction, clearing his throat he began to talk. “He found out that I was Red’s son, he didn’t know that at first, you see Luhan’s father was The Professor, that you…”

“The guy I killed…” You looked at the floor, disgusted in yourself, you tried so hard to repress that dark memory in the back of your mind, it made you feel like a monster, as though you were subhuman. Jongin gave you a sorry look but nodded nonetheless.

“Red and The Professor had been partners for a number of years. But I know for a fact that the professor wasn’t happy with the percentage of his share, so if Luhan had made my identity known it would’ve blown up, then I’m sure he’d have had me killed and blamed it on Red somehow and then he would’ve been publicly shamed and lost his half of the business, or all of it meaning it would be in the Professor’s hands. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t care about the damaging Red’s status part of it all, but I did care about him trying to take me out.”

“Okay well what about Tao and Kris, you said something about there being more to them if I remember correctly.” You continued to pry, you were making sure to expose him if there was anything that he was hiding.

“At the time, I didn’t know if they were genuinely on our side or not so I was trying to delve deeper that’s all there is to it.”

You nodded your head, but you still had one question left. The most crucial in your opinion.

“Okay so explain this to me. On the night of the hotel incident, Red initially acted like he didn’t know you, but then he acted as though he knew you were working for Genesis, but he knows your his son and…ugh i’m just so confused.”

Jongin sighed deeply, pushing his hair out of his face. “Look it’s hard to explain. Nobody but him and us know that Me, Kris and apparently now Baekhyun are his children, so he has to act like he doesn’t know me and act like I’m against him and working for Genesis. Ironic thing is though I really am working for Genesis, he just doesn’t know that, he basically thought me coming in the day of the hotel incident was to favour him, but in all honesty I ambushed him and we set his produce alight.”

It was starting to make a little bit more sense now. Jongin had to pretend to play undercover in Red’s company in order for him to be undercover in Genesis. You were just hoping everything was true.
You stood up from your seat and began to walk out of the kitchen, still trying to process everything. When you felt a hand on your shoulder, you turned around slowly to see Baekhyun.

“Y/N, hey I…I know I’m Red’s son, but I hope that doesn’t change your attitude towards me, I’m still me and I promise I’m on Junmyeon’s side. I just hope you guys don’t decide to treat me any different than you have up until now.” You shook your head smiling at him softly; he looked so cute with a pout painted across his face.

“Baekhyun it’s okay I believe you, I’m sorry about what happened to you and your sister…” You hung your head slightly.

“Thanks. I –I just miss her every day you know. She was my best friend, we couldn’t be separated. And then she was taken, just like that.” He smiled sadly, gulping to stop himself from crying. “Will you excuse me for a moment please…?” Baekhyun side stepped you and continued walking down the corridor, you let out a sigh. Life just continued to keep on becoming challenging in this house and it was becoming quite suffocating.  
You crept into the living room; you needed some time to reflect on everything that had gone on lately. The revelation of who Jongin, Kris and Baekhyun were, Minseok’s death, his apparent resurrection and whatever was going on between the two of you. Also you needed to think about what you’d do with Yixing. Not bothering to switch on the light you let out a loud sigh and dropped down on the sofa behind you.

“OUCH! For fuck sake!”

You jumped up again, in complete and utter shock, looking down at the sofa.
“Oh my goodness, Sehun I didn’t see you there I’m sorry.”

“Stupid bitch…” He mumbled, sitting up with a displeased expression on his face. You walked closer to the door to switch on the light so you could see properly.

“Don’t worry I won’t bother you.” You sat on a different sofa to him, hugging a cushion to your chest and staring at nothing in particular.

“So Baekhyun’s one of them too? I heard you guys talking from here.” Sehun muttered quietly, peering at you from where he was lying on his sofa.

“Yes he is.” You answered, not wanting to talk too much. You liked Sehun the least out of all of the boys, he still hadn’t given you a chance to like him yet. In fact you pretty much hated him.

“I know you’ve been hanging out with Minseok lately, you’re reaction to his death was way too emotional for someone that has tried killing you multiple times. I just want you to know that Minseok is my best friend so don’t you dare try and get too comfortable. Minseok is all I have left. The boys are great but Minseok is really all I have.” He looked at you through angry eyes.

“Sehun, I’m not trying to steal Minseok from you, but have you ever considered for a moment what it’s like being in this house for me. It’s really really hard, I’m trying so hard to adjust and to get along with you guys, but someone’s always angry at me. I miss home. I’m sick of seeing the same four walls everyday, but yet I’m just stuck” You sighed heavily resting your head into the cushion in your lap.

Sehun scoffed. “Do you think I wanted to be here? I’m in the same position as you Y/N. I was on the plane to Iceland for holiday, when my mum died in my arms.”
You gasped, sitting up and facing him properly.

“I literally sat there…with her dead body in my hands, and I felt her getting colder and colder. She was taking Supplements by Red then, that’s what killed her. It was only me and my mum, when I lost her I lost everything. I have an older sister, but she never really wanted to know she was too busy loving up her husband and chasing money, she didn’t take me in. So I ended up here. Luhan and Minseok practically raised me after my mum died, but Luhan…” He stopped, trying to recompose himself and to stop himself from crying again.
“You’ve not lost anyone Y/N, you’re the one who doesn’t know how it feels.”

“That’s not true Sehun, I’ve lost myself. I’m not the person I used to be I just feel like an empty shell. Besides, my family have lost me, you can’t imagine that I feel good about that do you?” He paused for a moment, looking at you in silence and then rolling his eyes.

“That’s nothing compared to having your mother die in your arms.” He got up and walked out of the room. You felt somewhat bad, trying to make it as though your issues were bigger than his, that was definitely not your intention. You were becoming really fed up with everything about your life right now, it seemed to be a burden instead of a blessing.

“Board now!” You heard Junmyeon shout, as if on impulse you stood up and made your way there. You didn’t need to, it’s not like you were part of the underground group but it had become something automatic now. Every single man was in the room this time, including Minseok, who decided to sit on one side of you, Chanyeol on the other side.

“I think it’s time we start planning how we’re going to take Red down, don’t you?” Junmyeon said, looking around the table at everyone’s faces. “We need all hands on deck. That includes you Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. You? Again? This was not going to end well, it never did.

“I’m not comfortable with that.” Chanyeol frowned, looking at Junmyeon and resting his hand on your shoulder.

“Chanyeol, we don’t have too much of a choice. Plus she’s capable she’ll be okay. She always has been.” Your face contorted, why was he putting you out on the front line again, it never went well when you were around, and you were not trained to take out Red, you weren’t trained for anything at all, you were just here by an unfortunate accident.

“Actually. I agree with Chanyeol, maybe she should stay.” Minseok spoke up to your side, he was defending you and it was making your heart flutter involuntarily. You heard Yixing scoff from across the table.

“Of course you’d agree with him.” You looked up him through pleading eyes, that were begging him to keep quiet, but he didn’t care. “You want to protect your girlfriend don’t you?”

“Yixing…”You whispered. The rest of the boys looked at you and Minseok confused, whilst Minseok was trying to kept a straight and unsuspecting face.

“Will you tell them or shall I?” He asked you spitefully, looking at you through angry eyes.

“Tell us what?” Jongin frowned, looking at you, but you were still looking worriedly at Yixing in silence.

“The fact that they’re sleeping with each other. I’m pretty sure I walked in on them prepping for sex or just finishing it up.” He raised an eyebrow, everyone turned around looking at the both of you in shock apart from Jongin and Chanyeol, who both seemed slightly disgusted.

“That’s not true is it Y/N?” Chanyeol nudged you in the side with his elbow.

“No it’s not! I’ve not been screwing Minseok!”

Yixing laughed sarcastically, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his seat smugly. “Well I definetly saw you two kissing, you couldn’t keep your hands, and lips off of each other for that matter.”

Chanyeol nudged you in your side again. “Y/N?…”

You stood up from your seat and walked out of the room angrily, calling back behind you.

“I don’t have time for this shit!”


“Why won’t you deny it then?!” Chanyeol shouted after you.

I’m really surprised Tumblr isn’t all over Horizon: Zero Dawn.

We have an interesting, capable female protagonist. (And she’s adorable.) There’s no forced romances. (Ugh - no romances at all, though both men & women flirt with you a wee bit.) Lots of strong female characters. Lots of POC. Beautiful scenery. Cool robots! I got some serious Skyrim/Fallout vibes between the archery (so good!!) and the post apocalyptic ruins.

It’s a super fun game and I think it deserves a bigger following than I’m seeing.

anonymous asked:

Can I request anything showing a tony/natasha friendship? I love the way you write natasha :) Maybe they have the classic sibling relationship where they constantly rag on each other but as soon as someone else tries they shut them down flat? Or whatever really, I'm not picky. Thanks!!

Bahaha the other Avengers are just along for the ride. You are definitely right! Like brother and sister, Tony and Natasha can treat each other like shit, but if someone else treats them like shit, they better get ready to catch hands. (It appears I write this relationship better when there is actually another ship I am supposed to be writing smh.) Watch out for under the cut!

This work can also be found on my Ao3 here.


“DID YOU USE THE LAST OF MY COCONUT HAIR MASK?!”

Steve jumped, clutching his chest. Natasha, who had been playing chess with him, froze like a deer in the headlights.

Tony came to a stop in the doorway, looking livid. He had a plastic bottle clutched in one hand. “Did you?!”

“…Nnno,” Natasha answered slowly.

The brunet let out a screech and lunged for her. “THAT WAS EXPENSIVE AND A TREAT!”

Natasha screamed and dove out of her seat. Tony was only a second behind her, flinging the empty bottle at her head. It connected with an empty thunk and bounced off relatively harmlessly.

The way Tony continued to chase her around the room, fists clenched like he was ready to beat the shit out of her, was not quite so harmless.

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