It’s hilarious, laughable, pathetic even, how love could either build you or ruin you and yet knowing this, people still chase after it like the rise of golden light beyond the horizon, or the last drop of dew in twilight, or the flutter of that one coral blue butterflies in buttercup paved meadow.
It’s frightening, daunting, startling even, how love makes your hands clammy like you’re being interviewed by the very man who founded the big shot company you’ve applied to.
And it’s utterly, impossibly, unbelievable how love comes in many ways like a bump and a spill of coffee on crisp white shirt, or a brush of hands upon a dusty leather brown book spine or an envelope obtained from a mailbox on one’s way back from grocery shopping.
Well, that’s exactly what’s happening to Min Yoongi, second son to one of the well-known elite families in Seoul. Most of the time, he couldn’t care less about family matters; business deals, dinner with alien faces and empty conversations─ those things he’s entitled to attend with mildly bored eyes and champagne he’ll never finish in one hand. But this particular matter, he can’t just not care. One, because it directly concerns him (as if the cursive letter of his name engraved in bold black against crisp white isn’t enough indication). Two, because it’s from a certain someone in his family who he’s fond of.
Is written on the top of the not so neat written paper.
Soo… I saw Rogue One again last night on IMAX. Some random thoughts:
In the bunker while little Jyn waits for someone to get her, in the low glow of the lantern light, you can see her silent tears rolling down her face. At eight, she learned how to cry silently. I imagine that, until she saw her father’s holo on Jedha, from eight until twenty-two, it was the only way she ever cried if she cried at all: alone and without a sound.
I’ve been pronouncing Chirrut’s name wrong for months now. I’ve seen this movie twice before. His name is not a text post. What the hell is wrong with me?
You can see how much Jyn and Saw cared for each other when they reunite on Jedha. There’s a lot of hurt, but also a lot of love that never went away.
The looks on Baze and Bodhi’s faces when they see NiJedha destroyed breaks my heart. You see it pass through their eyes: their home is gone, everyone they ever knew is now dead; incinerated.
I got chills every time Cassian shouted “JYN!” because this guy has no chill and I love it.
Jyn lashes out at Cassian after Eadu because he has lied to her and had intended to kill her father, but it strikes me that the hurt is amplified because up until then, she has trusted him more than she has trusted anyone else in almost a decade. And like in the novel, she doesn’t just feel like he lied to her–many people have lied to her–she feels betrayed because he mattered, and he’s shown that she matters to him somehow, too.
The first time I watched it, I was totally in the uncanny valley with Tarkin. Less so the second time, and this third time, I was like oh yeah, that’s cool, that looks fine.
TARKIN IS TALL. I never noticed this before, but he’s a giant. After we got home from the movie, we put on A New Hope and yep, Tarkin was always super tall, but he looked average sized because he was always standing next to Darth Vader who is a giant.
The lack of personal space, oh my gawd. I mean I noticed it the last two viewings and obviously during all the times I stared moonily into the various gifsets, but seeing it on IMAX, like whoa. They’re six inches away from each other practically every time they speak. One stumble and they’re making out. WHY DID THEY NOT STUMBLE EVER? STUPID SURE-FOOTED REBELS.
Ben Medelsohn nails the look of terror when Krennic meets Vader. By all accounts from the Rogue One press tour, he was legit terrified when he shot those scenes, and it shows, and it’s perfect.
Felicity Jones is fucking amazing in this part and I’m literally the fight me emoji (ง'̀-‘́)ง to all the haters because if all you want is obvious scenery-chewing to represent deep emotion, then get out of my face you clowns.
By the time we get to “welcome home,” Jyn and Cassian are so into each other, like, I cannot even.
Oh, Bodhi. You were key to all of this. Your bravery was the first domino to fall. Without you, none of this would have happened. And then, taking charge on Rogue One. Giving orders. What a change from the shell-shocked, post-Bor Gullet Bodhi on Jedha. Galen would have been proud of you, too.
When Baze smiles my heart melts a little bit and then I die inside because he’ll be dead soon, too.
“Your Father Would Be Proud” kicks in as soon as Cassian saves Jyn from Krennic on the tower, and I was barely holding my shit together right then and there.
THE LOOKS IN THE TURBOLIFT LIKE WTF CAN I JUST FREEZE TIME AND LIVE IN THAT MOMENT FOREVER? OK. THANKS. I THINK I’M PREGNANT NOW?
Jyn and Cassian walking to the beach is like peak handsomeness and beauty. Goddamit, Diego and Felicity. And goddamit, Gareth Edwards, you done good.
THE HUG ON THE BEACH IN IMAX PLZ SEND HELP.
Every single one of them died knowing that they had completed their piece of the mission. Bodhi patched through to the Alliance. Baze and Chirrut turned on the master switch. Kaytoo helped Jyn and Cassian get the data file. Jyn and Cassian successfully transmitted the plans. But none of them never knew for sure if the Alliance got the plans. They’d never know that the Death Star would be destroyed. They’d never know that they were all parts in the sum of the whole. But they all died knowing they gave it everything they had to give.
don’t care, it’s not weird, I’m going to sit on you,” Jeff says, shifting all
200 pounds of his body onto Kent’s lap.
“I wish you wouldn’t,” Kent tells him.
“That’s pretty gay,” an Aces teammate says from where he is sitting on the
ground, demolishing his bowl of popcorn that he stole from Kent’s cabinets,
even though Kent had specifically told him to not touch his cabinets. “And I
have a boyfriend.”
“Shut up, I’m so scared, I’m so fucking scared,” Jeff says, burying his face in
Kent’s neck. “Did they make it out of the hallway?”
“I don’t know, why don’t you watch the movie?” Kent says through his teeth as
he shoves Jeff off to the side, which is rather difficult considering that Jeff
is insistent that he turn into a human-sized suction cup for the occasion.
“Seriously, could you let go? I can’t breathe.”
“Why did you pick a scary movie if you’re afraid of them, Jeff?” a rookie asks.
He’s lounging on the carpet, his head using Patrick’s lap as a pillow as he
scrolls down his phone.
“I’m not scared,” Jeff says, then curses as the woman in the TV screen turns a
corner in her hallway and the music grows more ominous. “This is for a team
bonding exercise for the rookies.”
“Which you hosted. At my place,” Kent says flatly. “Without consulting me.”
“You’re the captain,” Jeff says. “It should be at your place.”
The first time Neil meets Andrew, there isn’t any intention behind it. Or rather, there’s no intent to go out and meet new people. Neil doesn’t intend to catch someone’s eye and share a joke from across a room. And he definitely doesn’t intend to be rescued from his own drunk self by the same stranger.
Matt seems kind of alarmed to see Neil with a stranger - probably because Neil openly resisted getting to know Matt, the least threatening person in the world, probably, and now he’s in a decidedly angry-looking stranger’s lap on a curb. “Neil, I left you alone for five minutes, how did you make everything go wrong in that time?”
Neil doesn’t groan. He doesn’t. “Bad luck follows me?”
The blonde guy doesn’t laugh. Neil’s not sure he said anything. Neil really doesn’t know why he’s the one to follow Neil out of the bar when the world started spinning.
Matt laughs, a little. “Not entirely unlucky. You’ve made a friend?” Neil’s sure he’s sizing the other guy up, making sure he has no untoward intentions with Neil, but he doesn’t see it. All he sees is cement and surprisingly nice shoes (not his own).
“Andrew,” the guy offers, not unkindly. In fact, there’s not much of anything in his tone.
“Right,” Matt says, sounding somehow unsure. “Well, thanks for helping Neil. He’s kind of a danger magnet. I should, uh, get him back home.” Matt’s voice is hesitant, and even through the fog in Neil’s mind, he knows why.
“It’s Dan’s night,” he protests weakly. “Go back in. I’m fine.”
“Neil,” Matt says, and his voice is as hard as it always gets when Neil lies. “You freak out when I pat your shoulder and you’re in this guy’s lap. Can you even stand up? Don’t- don’t try it, man.”
Neil tries it. The world shakes, and he ends up back in Andrew’s lap, with only the addition of a hand on his back that might be for stability or maybe just for ease. Andrew seems nonplussed by all of these events. Any other time, Neil would be full of questions for Andrew. Any less drunk, and he’d ask them. Maybe it’s good you met this way, some self-preservation instinct suggests, but Neil isn’t sure this state is good for anything.
“Dan won’t mind,” Matt says, and Neil knows he’s right. “It’s part of parenthood, eh?”
So Matt starts to pull Neil up, and wraps an arm securely around his waist despite the height difference.
Neil was never really taught manners, but something sticks out anyway. He looks at Andrew with all the focus he can muster, trying to commit his face to memory, and says, “Thank you,” carefully. Andrew doesn’t respond, or maybe Neil just doesn’t notice, and then he’s gone.
Because Kirk once said ‘where I come from, size,
shape or color makes no difference.’
Because of the Vulcan concept of IDIC,
Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations, a celebration of differences.
Because Star Trek showed me a world where we don’t just tolerate or accept
diversity, we celebrate it.
Because Star Trek showed me a future where there
was peace, a united earth.
Because Star Trek showed me a future where race,
nationality, religion, gender, and sexuality did not determine the value of a
Because Star Trek showed me a world where we respect ourselves, respect
the environment, respect other cultures, and respect people.
I love Star Trek
because it gives me hope that humanity can do better and be better. We can
still do better.
When i wrote “A human size bomb” I thought of Bakugou… is that bad to laugh at it?!
LATER, AT TODOROKI’s HOUSE: Shouto : “I’m back.” Fuyumi : “Welcome b- What is this?!” ; Shouto : “A gift from a classmate.” Fuyumi : (You’re finally making friends Shouto, I’m so glad.) “But why did you freeze it?” Shouto : “It’s a russian bomb. It would be dangerous if someone opened it” Fuyumi : “HUH?!” ;
I just cleaned and colored a fan-comic I did for april fool. But I think i got lazy in the end and rush it or maybe it’s because it was 5AM… haha!
Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX
I sit on the couch with Jerome lazily laying my legs over his lap while the other boys look through the chest of weapons. “(Y/n)! Look what I have!” Barbra says excited as she enters the room with a bag. She sit it on the table and sits next to me. “Okay so I was shopping around and I saw this and oh my lord! It’s amazing! I thought of you! I had to get it! You can wear it for the GCPD massacre!” She pulls out a black skirt, pale black thigh high stockings, and black boots with a heel.
I gasp and examine each item loving it. “Oh Barbara! Thank you!” “You’re going to look so hot!” She squeals excitedly and skips off. “More like a size 10 sausage stuffed into a size 5 casing.” Greenwood insults from behind. The hand on my leg tenses.
I look up to see Jerome slowly turning to Greenwood with dark eyes. “What did you say Greenwood?” Greenwood smirks and leans over the couch. “I said your girlfriend is a fat ass.” I look down at the clothing and diss it away.
I stand and make my way to my room. To think I was actually having a good day. Silly me. I bury myself in the covers and cry. Why can’t I look like other girls? Skinny and pretty.
Yelling is all I hear from downstairs, then a bang, then heavy footsteps. The door opens and a steaming Jerome storms in. He paces the room and then rips the covers off me looking over my body. “Stand up.” I do as told and he pulls me over to mirror.
He looks at me and smiles. “What do you see doll?” “A ugly fat girl who can’t do-” “WRONG! Wanna know what I see? I see a beautiful woman who makes me happy. Who can do anything. Who has it going on in all the right places.” I laugh and look away only for Jerome to move my chin to the mirror. “Thick, beautiful, and strong. Just how I love em.” He winks and kisses my head.
❥♡VIXX Reaction To Buying Their Girlfriend New Jeans, But She Can't Fit Them Because She's Gained Weight
Request: VIXX as bfs buy their gf a pair of jeans that she’s been waiting badly, she tries them on but she doesn’t notice the weight she’s gained in her rear end and the jeans won’t go over her butt is bigger than she expected.
What’s in italics is you/your OC talking.
A/N: In later messages, she also asked for it to be ambw, and for a mention of some big, curly hair. Hope it’s good!
“Aww~…Does someone need a new pair….in a size or two up?“
“Aww~…Okay, my adorable little fatass.”
You tried your hardest to pull your jeans over your ass, but you’ve gained a little weight. He sees you struggling to fit in them, yet he just watches. You give up after about 5-6 mins.
He might…like it…?
“Don’t hurt yourself.”
You tried even harder to force them into fitting over your all the weight you’ve gained. Not to mention your ass that was already big.
“Just stop. I’ll buy you some more tomorrow.”
The next day, Leo laid three pairs of the right size jeans on your bed for you to choose. All different colors, of course.
“Told you not to eat that cake. Pick your color.”
•“Wonsik, did you purposely buy a size down?”
“Oh, Y/n….Why must you even wear pants? Or anything for that matter.”
He came close to your ear and pulled your hair out of his way, then whispered in your ear.
“It’s only me and you, princess.”
He walked into the bedroom from the kitchen, and saw you struggling to pull up your new pants. He played with the long curls in your hair just watching you.
“Hey, how about I go to the store and get a size up?…And ice cream?” •“Won’t that just make me fatter?”
“Doesn’t matter. You get the new jeans you wanted and ice cream.”
You pace up and down the exterior of the Helicarrier, ringing your hands together as you awaited all the other superbeings to arrive. You knew Nat, she’d been your partner since day one and the two of you were unbelievably close but you didn’t know anyone else in the group. Sure, you’d heard all the stories, the great god of thunder, the two smartest men alive, and the hero who seemed to survive it all. You were more than nervous to meet them, after all, they were these great amazing people and you were- well, you were you.
“(Y/N),” Nat places a gentle hand on your shoulder, steadying your nerves only slightly. “It’s okay, they’re gonna love you,” You chuckle dryly, your entire being going taut at the sight of the infamous Bruce Banner and Steve Rogers. Nat smiles just a bit as the two men board the ship, keeping her authoritative demeanor up even when she was trying to be kind.
“Mr. Rogers, Mr. Banner,” She greets the two, giving them a firm handshake. “I’m Natasha Romanoff and this is (Y/N) (Y/L/N),” You give the two a polite smile, hoping you didn’t look to nervous. “They’ll be joining our little team of ours,” The two men smile back, Bruce a bit more nervously but Steve’s a bit more confidently.
“You work for shield then?” Steve asks, cocking a brow at you. You nod your head, smiling only a bit proudly.
“Yes I do,”
“You’re an agent?”
“Of sorts,” You reply, gently shrugging your shoulders. Steve smiles a bit brighter, nodding his head. “And you miss Romanoff?”
“I’m an expert in espionage, weapons, and more than a few forms of mixed martial arts,” She smiles sweetly before turning on her heel, a spring in her step as she walked towards the entrance of the helicarrier. “You two might want to follow me, I think Fury would like to speak with all of us,”
“All of us?” Bruce asks, his tone holding more nerves than before.
“We’ve got two other players in this game; Tony Stark and Thor,”
“Thor? Like the god of thunder?” Nat smiles, humming a bit.
“Yep,” Bruce gives you a nervous look but you give him a reassuring smile, hoping that it didn’t look too painful.
“What about you?” Steve asks, cocking his head at you. “What do you specialize in?” You share a look at Nat, an almost nervous one but you pocket it away, bound and determined to lie to Steve’s face and to make it sound good too.
“I specialize in weapons, I’m working on some pretty big stuff right now,” You smile at him, still hoping that the two men couldn’t see through your lie. “And why are you here Mr. Rogers?” Steve chuckles, shaking his head just a bit.
‘I really don’t know, apparently Shield thinks I’m good enough to join your little team,”
“Well,” You size him up, giving him a little lopsided smirk, “You aren’t wrong,”
How had everything gone downhill so fast? One minute all of you were friends and the next everyone was screaming at each other, demanding the truth and whatnot.
“Did you know shield’s been making weapons?” Tony asks, pulling up a secret file.
“How did you-” Fury begins but Tony cuts him off once again.
“Weapons using the very item we’re hunting, now I don’t know about you guys but this seems just a tiny bit fishy to me,”
“Shield’s been storing weapons too,” Steve mutters, throwing an old hydra gun onto a table. Tony hums, staring at the weapon with pursed lips.
“Is there anything you’d like to tell us?” Tony asks Fury, squinting his eyes in distaste.
“I assure you-” You begin, only to have Tony cut you off as well.
“Oh no, don’t you even get started, you can’t talk when it comes to secrets (Y/N).” You look at Tony strangely, a brow cocked in confusion. “I read your file, I know what you are, what you can do-” Your mouth runs dry, your tongue becoming a slab of sandpaper at his words. “Mind manipulation? Interesting sort of weapon is it not?” Steve turns to look at you, a look of distaste upon his face. “Is it even considered a weapon?” Tony continues, tapping his chin in thought. “Or are you?”
“Fine,” You mutter, folding your arms over your chest. “Yeah, I’ve got- I’ve got some freaky talents but never once have I ever used them for anything other than the greater good-”
“Really? What about this team, this other team you were on- the x-men or whatever they’re called,”
“It’s a team of people like me, people with abilities,”
“Mutants. You mean Mutants,” Tony mutters, clicking his tongue in disappointment. You hang your head, biting your lip as guilt and shame consumed you. Even with his words you knew what he meant- Freak. You were a Freak.
Where did you learn to fight like that?(poly!hamilsquad x reader)
Prompt: Reader see Alexander getting bullied and takes care of them. reader then takes Alex back to their home
Pairing: Poly!hamlisquad x reader while introducing Alexander into their relationship
Summary:Where did you learn to fight like that I have three boyfriends Really Yeah, Hercules made dresses and jewelry, John used to cry whenever anything sad about Disney movies came up and Lafayette can really rock a cocktail dress and six inches heels and I wasn’t about to let people give them shit for it. So I learned pretty quickly how to beat up people bigger than me.
Word count: 1157
A/N: Hi guys. I saw this on Pinterest, which I think in turn came from tumblr but I thought it was a cute idea so I changed it a little to fit The Hamilton squad. Let me know if I should continue this. Sorry for the bad French and their is cursing.
You grabbed your gym bag and started to walk out to your car. You glanced up seeing a group of guys around another guy shouldering a backpack. “ Where the fuck is my essay.” one of them growled and the male just seemed to shrink. You grumbled putting your bag in your back seat. You couldn’t just let the guy get beat up. You locked up your car and made your way over to the group and cleared your throat. “ Hey leave the poor guy alone.” the male who had spoken before looked down at you and you noticed it was Charles lee. He was in your AP English class. “ beat it y/l. This is between me and four eyes.” You rolled your eyes the one thing you hated more than bullies were cheaters. “ Hey dickhead why don’t you pick on someone your own size.” you growled now getting his full attention. You were a lot shorter than him but that was alright. In a fight size didn’t matter it was how long you could last that did. “ and what if I don’t. What are you gonna do.” you smirked at the smugness clear on his face. “ This.” you then gave him a right hook to his face. He fell back with a thud making his goons stare at you in shock. Charles held his nose blood spilling past his hand. “ don’t just stand there get her.” he growled and with that began a smack down you had been dyeing for. Not even five minutes pass and you had Charles and his gang running back to their dorms. You smirked and glanced over at the male who was now looking at you in awe. “ Hey you okay….” “ Alexander Hamilton but I go by Alex. You were really awesome y/n. How did you learn to fight like that.” you grinned wiping the blood from your nose. “I have three boyfriends.” you said simply seeing the look of course fusion on Alex’s face. “Really?” you grinned before cracking your knuckles.
“Yeah, Hercules makes dresses, John cries whenever anything sad about Disney movies comes up and Lafayette can really rock a cocktail dress and six inches heels. I wasn’t about to let people give them shit for it. So I had to learn to fight pretty quickly especially how to beat up people bigger than me.” Alex nodded understanding before you gave him a soft smile. “ Besides Charles is a dick and you shouldn’t be forced to keep his grades up.” you said before you noticed the cut on his arm. “Shit man I didn’t even see that.” you said and gently grabbed his arm pulling him to your car and getting your first aid kit. “Let’s get that all cleaned up.” you muttered to yourself before covering up the cut he had. You held up a tissue to your nose finally noticing how bad it had been bleeding. “ Damn it that was my favorite workout shirt.” you grumbled before looking back up at Alex. “Hey Alex do you wanna come to my place and grab some pizza. You look like you need some chill time.” You said with a smirked causing the male’s cheeks to flush slightly. “Yeah y/n, that actually sounds really fun.” You nodded and grabbed his bag from him sitting it in the back. “Alright then let’s get going.” You smiled and hopped into your car texting the boys that you were bringing a friend home.
Group Chat Hercules”Corset”Mulligan Lafayettethebaguette Turtcaptain Ringleader(you)
R.L- Hey guys bringing a friend home hope you don’t mind L.t.b- No mon amour the more the how do you say….the more the merrier H.C.M- Yeah no worry babe. T.C- Is he a new “Friend” ;) H.C.M- John she hasn’t even told us his name. T.C- ur no fun Herc :(
You giggled softly at your boys before setting your phone down and began to drive to your shared house. It was a small townhouse with two bedroom and two bathrooms. You had just moved to the city only about a year ago when you started to go to school. You glanced over at Alex and saw him staring out the window. You held back a smile before finally reaching your home. It wasn’t much but it was yours You parked easily and grabbed your gym back while Alex shouldered his book bag. You skipped up the steps and opened the door clearing your throat. “BOYS I’M HOME!” you yelled which made Alex flinch slightly. You let him in slipping your shoes off as Lafayette peeked from behind the wall leading into the kitchen. “Y/n, how was your day mon amour.” he asked walking over to you and placing a gently kiss on your forehead. You smiled before shrugging. “Pretty good, are the other boy in the living room I want them to meet Alex.” you said with a sweet smile and Lafayette looked up to see the man standing awkwardly at the door. “Yeah, the boys are arguing over what movie for tonight.” he said and walked over to Alex. “ Bonjour je m’appelle Lafayette.” You smirked but was surprised when Alex smiled. “Je m’appelle Alexander.” Lafayette smiled turning back to you. “I like this one.” he said before walking toward the living room where your other two boys were fighting over the WII remote. “Herc, you chose Princess bride last time.” John whined and tugged before Herc pulled it back toward him. “John I don’t feel like watching Lion King again for the tenth time in two months.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the remote, smiling. “I’ll pick tonight.” you said sternly and the boy pouted but nodded. “Fine.” John grumbled but leaned up kissing your cheek. “How was your workout babe.” You shrugged before standing back up. “Hercules, John this is my friend Alexander. I figured he could use sometime to de stress. Alex this is Hercules and this is John.” John gave him a flirty smile. “Y/n, he’s really cute.” he muttered and you blushed lightly before clearing your throat. “It’s nice to meet you Alex.” Hercules said giving him a warm smile. Alex nodded before he could say anything the oven went off and you smirked. “Pizza time.” you grinned and the boys made a mad dash to the kitchen. You walked over to Alex and grabbed his arm gently. “Relax, their harmless, mostly.” you chuckled softly before walking with him to the kitchen
Monsta X reacting to you feeling unconfident about your body.
Summary: How Monsta X would react to their partner telling them that they’re unconfident about their body.
A/N: Dealing with some body issues at the moment and needed some Monsta X comfort
[Remember, if you’re unconfident about yourself or need someone to talk, my inbox is always open~]
Shownu: You walk into the bedroom and sit down on the bed next to him, a concerned look on your face. Shownu puts the book on the bedside table and looks at you, smiling at you.
“Am I ugly?” You ask, genuinely meaning your words and looking down, squeezing your body fat. Shownu ironically laughs at your words and opens his arms. “Come here.” He says and you take the place on his lap, his arms wrapped around you. He places his head down on your shoulder and kisses it gently. “To me, you are more than perfect princess.”
Jooheon: He’s sitting in his work room when he hears your violent sobs coming from the bathroom. He takes off his headphones and slowly walks through the apartment, worrying about you.
He opens the door to the bathroom half-way and peaks at you through the mirror, your redened eyes looking at him. He lets out a silent sigh before entering the bathroom and kneeling down in front of you. “I’m so disgusting. Why are you even dating me?” You whisper loud enough for him to hear. Jooheon laughs at your silly words and reaches out to wipe the wetness off your cheek before lifting your head slightly. “I’m dating you so we can be the most disgusting couple that exsists babygirl~” He answers, winking at you smugly.
Wonho: When he walks into your shared apartment, he sees you looking at your reflection in the mirror, the remaining tears glistening on your flushed cheeks. You look at yourself with a disgusted expression, your eyes focused on your stomach fat. Wonho slowly walks over, wrapping his arms around your hips from behind and smiling at you from behind. “Tell me, Y/N. What’s bothering you?” He asks, knowing you’re upset.
You let out a deep, frustrating sigh and lock eyes with his. “Why are you dating this disgusting person when you can date so much more beautiful fans?” You ask, feeling tears starting to prickle your eyes again. Wonho kisses your ear gently and whispers into it “Because to me, you’re that perfect fan.”
Minhyuk: You’re out for dinner on valentines day together when Minhyuk notices you barely even touching your food and just stabbing the meat with your knive.
You’re on your way back to your apartment, your fingers intertwined when he stops in his step. He has thought about your eating behavior all through the night and it was starting to worry him. He turns to look at you, his eyes glistening in the moon light. “Why did you stop eating?” He asks and you just shrug, cold to his words. “I’m already ugly enough.” You answer. Minhyuk pulls you closer, his words dropping by the harsh words that escape your lips. He shakes his head, feeling his heart ache. “Jagiya, please don’t ever call something you’re not. It might end up hurting more than it has to..”
Hyungwon: He watches you muster your outfit in the shop, really liking the way it compliments your curves and when he’s about to compliment you on it, you turn to the sellswoman and ask her for a bigger size. “I think this makes me look even fatter.” You say, your cheeks burning with fire.
His heart drops when he hears you admit your body insecurities for the first time and leans in closer, not being able to comprehent what you just said. On your way back, he pulled you closer to his body, tears filling his eyes. “If I had any idea about the way you feel about yourself, I’d have told you every morning what I truly think of you. That you’re the most breathtaking women I’ve ever come across.”
Kihyun: You walk into the kitchen with an oversized hoodie and sweat pants and sit down across from him, hiding your face behind your hair and leaning down on the table. “Babe.” You say, gaining his attention. He looks at you lovingly. “What made you think that I’m the one?” You ask, your voice calm and quiet.
Kihyun thinks about it for a moment, seeing by your heartbreaking face that you’re worried about yourself. He places his large hand on top of yours and gently circles the back, smiling at you. “That you’re still the most sexy woman even in sweatpants and a large hoodie.”
I.M: “God I’m fat.” You whisper, looking at your body in disgust and feeling anxiety raise inside of you. Changkyun looks up from his laptop, his eyes widening by your words.
He quickly raises from his chair and walks over to you, shaking his head at you in the mirror. “If I told myself I’m ugly often enough, of course I’d believe it some day.” He explains, growling at you and rolling his eyes. “And also, if you’re actually fat, would I be able to do this?” He asks, picking you up and spinning you around.
per post in the BTS america reality series, i use around 40 screenshots. i usually take 100-120 screenshots from a 10 minute clip of their bon voyage episodes
2. choose the screenshots i want to use
3. come up with dialogue that matches the screenshots
for coming up with the shady dialogue, i’m either
a) inspired by their facial expressions/hand gestures/body language OR
b) already have a conversation in mind and manipulate the screenshots to fit what i want them to say
4. type out the dialogue and insert the black boxes behind the text
5. arrange them in order
6. crop and resize the photos to 500px
7. Copy and paste them onto a 500 x 800 canvas (size varies)
8. watermark and save
it might look simple but this takes me hours. the hard part is coming up with the dialogue & getting the dialogue to match with their expressions/movements in the sceenshots
so dont fucking tell me that “anyone can make these fake subs” or “if you dont want it reposted then why did u make them?” cause it takes creativity and i put in my effort and my time to do this so i can make you guys laugh.
if you repost my shit, you’re discrediting all of that. respect my work and dont ruin it for everyone else by reposting.
Request: I know you must have so many asks and things that people are asking you to do but can you please make a earth 2 Barry Allen smut like his first time and just yeah ( whenever you can YOU must have a life and stuff to do than just Tumblr😭❤️)
a/n: oh boy earth 2 barry’s first time
“O-okay.” Barry agrees, shifting on the end of the bed nervously. “Um, should I… get undressed?” he gulps, toying with his long fingers as you come to stand in front of him. “I’ve n-never had… done this before… like… ever.” he admits bashfully, curling his shoulders; soft fabric of his burgundy cardigan touching his ears.
Abruptly, you stop, hand hovering around his striped gray bow tie. Did you hear your boyfriend right? “You… Wait, wait, that’s why you’ve only fingered me before?” you gasp quietly, carefully sitting down next to him. That comment makes Barry blush harder; face turning a tomato shade of red.
His styled chestnut locks bounce when he scoots farther up the queen sized bed, tan trousers riding around his ankles. “Yes…” he says quietly, fixing his spectacles to gaze at you. “I-I wanted t-to wait. For you! For-for the one I want to spend forever with…” he sputters, pressing his knuckles together awkwardly, focusing his bright mossy green eyes on his lap. “I-I know it’s silly b-”
You cut him short by forcing your lips on his, hands cradling the back of his head. With a gasp, the brunette presses his hands to the side of his hips, bracing himself while you suck on his bottom lip. Whimpering quietly into your mouth, Barry shuts his pale eyelids, feeling your lips move to the corner of his lips.
Starting to leave open mouthed kisses along his impeccable jawline, your fingers work on the buttons of his pearl white shirt, popping them off one at a time, leaving the bow tie for last. His breath hitches as soon as your fingers touch one of the moles on his upper chest. “Y/N…” he whispers, peeking down, watching you pull his tie; it unravels.
Then, very carefully, you allow your hands to creep up to his slender shoulders, pushing both the button down and the cardigan off. Barry blushes, pale freckled cheeks becoming rose pink at his exposed chest. “You have very nice abs, Barr.” you mutter, running your hands down his torso, ending at his belt. “Is this what you want?” you ask, looking at him through your eyelashes.
He nods slowly, cupping your cheeks in his palms to tilt your face up. His lips connect with yours and he cocks his head to the side, moaning softly when you unbuckle his dark brown belt. You continue to kiss him as you shimmy his pants down his long legs, letting him kick them off.
Sitting back on his thighs, his lips linger on yours, eyelashes feeling heavy- too heavy for his eyelids. Barry flutters his eyes open, watching you peel your shirt off, giving him a front seat to your breasts. Gulping, his trembling hands wrap around your waist traveling down to the edge of your underwear, slowly pulling them down. Discarding them, you place your hands on his chest, nibbling on his jaw.
He moans low, squeezing his eyes shut when you sink down on him. “Oh… sweetheart… I…” he breathes, panting as one of your hands moves to push his glasses up.
You slowly rock your hips on his, attempting to be gentle. The movement makes your breasts jiggle in his face, causing him to blush harder. Speeding your pace, you hear a muffled groan drop out of him; lens’ of his glasses partially covered in fog. “Are you close, Barry?” you ask, feeling his dick twitch as you bounce.
Gulping, Barry nods, thrusting his narrow hips once before his mouth hangs open and he cums. A tiny smirk appears on your face when you hear his blissful moan again. Nibbling on your lip, you follow him, hair dangling in your eyes while your body shakes.
Getting ahold of yourself, you climb off him, falling at his side. Barry, with his hair matted to his forehead, glasses crooked, pulls you to his chest. “I-I’m glad I waited.”