your face is just too much

Colin: My dream at the minute is to NOT be punched by somebody in anything, cos it seems to be that everything I do, I get hit.

Josh: This is true. It’s your thing. It’s your signature move.

Colin: That’s it.

Josh: You’ve got a punchable face.

Colin: Well, thank you very much. Thank you.

Josh: Cos it’s too perfect. Here’s my spin on it.

Colin: Oh my God.

Josh: They want to just knock it around.

Colin: Oh my God.

(Happy Sad Confused with Josh Horowitz, EP 152)

anonymous asked:

Can I request a scenario where there's a fanalis aristocratic (not Muu of course lol) who's hardcore flirting with Lo'lo's fem!s/o? Thanks, love!

No problem, sweetheart. ;D

Do you guys ever think I write too much on requests?


You grumbled a few curse words as you shifted the skirt of the dress around, anyone’s eyes that landed on your figure could obviously see that you weren’t enjoying the gold-accented f/c dress. Frankly, you missed wearing pants.

“You alright?” 

You stopped your grumbling and looked up to see Lo’lo gazing down at you with a concerned look on his face.

You sighed, “I’m fine. I just don’t like wearing dresses, but thanks to Sheherazade and Myron I’m stuck wearing this thing.” You glared at the two culprits, but they only smiled at you and waved. 

Lo’lo chuckled and wrapped an arm around your waist, “if it’s any consolation, I think you look good. “

You smirked and wrapped an arm around his hips, “just good?” You teased. 

He soon began to laugh and brought you closer, “you look amazing.” 

“That’s better.” You giggled. 

Your smile soon faded as you looked around the small banquet, “can’t wait for this to be over,” you said with a bored tone. Lo’lo gave a grunt in acknowledgment. 

Sheherazade soon beckoned you over, probably to introduce to the guest they set this all up for. Standing next to her was a man with red tied into a low ponytail with a ribbon. 

You looked to Lo’lo, “I’ll be back.” 

Before he could answer, you had already walked away to meet the man. Lo’lo knew who it was and he didn’t like him one bit. 

The biggest reason was because he was an intelligentsia Fanalis, which aggravated him. Not to mention, he was one to flirt and as he caught wind of you laughing, he growled. 

As you went up to Sheherazade, she smiled, “Y/N, this is Wolfe. Wolfe this is Y/N, she’s one of our best magicians.”

Wolfe turned to you and grabbed your hand, pressing a chaste kiss to is, “charmed.” 

You blushed and giggled, “nice to meet you as well.” 

He chuckled and let go of your hand, “I can say that your dress is almost as beautiful as you. You laughed and waved your hand. 

“Oh, you flatter me.” 

He chuckled once more,”if you don’t mind me asking, would you care for a drink?” He asked, holding out his hand for you to take it. 

Your face exploded into a blush, “o-oh, of course. Thank you.” As you were about to lay your hand on his someone else grabbed it. 

As you looked up to see who it was, you recognized the head of red hair straight away, it was Lo’lo and he was too busy glaring at Wolfe to see your surprised expression. 

Wolfe blinked in surprise, but soon recovered, “oh, Lo’lo. How nice it is to see you again.” It was obvious that he was lying, but it made you curious as to why. 

Lo’lo only continued glaring at him and after what seemed like hours, he began to drag you outside.

Once the two of you were outside, you rubbed your arms as the cold air nipped at your bare skin. Lo’lo only stared down at you and made no move to warm you up. 

You noticed this and frowned, “Lo’lo, what’s wrong?” 

He only stayed quiet and you weren’t lying when you thought this was the longest you’d seen him quiet. You got on your tiptoes and pressed your nose against his, “come on, tell me.” 

Lo’lo only turned from you and grumbled a few incoherent words. You crossed your arms and glared at his toned back, “you know I hate it when you grumble, now tell me-” you turned him around- “what is the problem?” 

Lo’lo’s stoic stare soon turned to a glare. You stepped back as you were slightly taken aback, this was the first he ever glared at you. 

You rested a hand on his arm and trailed it down to grab his hand. You lifted it and pressed a kiss to his fingers, “I think I know why you’re upset.” 

He tried his best to ignore your small kiss, “why?” 

You smiled and held his hand to your chest, “because Wolfe was flirting with me and I didn’t stop him. I’m sorry.”

Lo’lo only humphed and looked away from your eyes, “would you?” He asked, referring if you would fall for Wolfe. 

All he got in response was you melodic laugh, “he may be polite, rich, and handsome.-” Lo’lo cringed as you said his positive attributes- “but I already have an idiot I wanna spend the rest of my life with.” 

Lo’lo was about to ask, but he immediately realized you were talking about him. “Hey!” He exclaimed, offended. 

You shrugged, “it’s true. You’re my idiot.” 

Lo’lo rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around you. You hummed as you were wrapped in his warm embrace, “hey, let’s go sleep. I’m tired…” 

Lo’lo smiled and nodded when you were about to walk you were stopped because Lo’lo picked you up and held you bridal style. You shrieked and wrapped your arms around his neck, “warn me next time!” 

“Nah, I like seeing how surprised you look when I do that.” 

You only crossed your arms and rolled your eyes playfully, you really would never trade this man for anything. 

You should speak to somebody. You should. If you have a problem, do not suffer in silence. Speak to a friend, or a teacher, or a sister, or another adult. You might not like your parents or your teachers or your siblings, there will be someone you can talk to. You’d be surprised. Any kind of random relative. Even if you don’t think they can help in any way, it’s just good to talk because little Dan was just like *timid face* the whole time and *laughs* now I have so many issues. Honestly, they’ll be with me forever.

@danisnotonfire during his live show on the 7th of February 2017

Quotes from Dan (29/?)

Please listen to him. Too many people look back at their lives realising how much could have changed if they’d dared to open their mouth about what was bothering them. It’s scary as heck but please do not suffer in silence.

I only wish we could have seen Natasha’s face too, when she basically publicly declared her love for Elise. How she looked at her, and her expression as her voice cracked on those words.
I know they both laughed and turned it into a joke. But you don’t just say something like that on an international stage, in the middle of a serious and heartfelt acceptance speech, during a highligh of your career and in your most emotional state, JUST TO TROLL the fans or tease each other. There was no need to add a joke there. It felt much more honest and intimate than just a tease, it felt to me like she couldn’t help adding that, couldn’t help expressing what deep feelings she has for Elise, whatever they are. I wasn’t expecting anything like that and it moved me.
No matter how they define their relationship, only they can know what’s really between them, but the love is so apparent it hurts.

Dating Stiles Stilinski Would Include...

  • stiles constantly asking for assurance that you actually love him
  • him always putting you first
  • long, sweet kisses
  • he’d always want to be touching you somehow, even if it was just holding your hand
  • trying to keep you safe from everything
  • jeep sex
  • stiles pissing you off and then telling you how much he loves you
  • “i love you too, you fucker.”
  • everyone cringing at your relationship but also secretly admiring it
  • cuddles from behind
  • stiles being the big spoon when you have nightmares
  • rubbing it in theo’s face that stiles got you instead of him
  • awkward dates 
  • watching his lacrosse games
  • keeping a spare bat in your room just in case
  • noah loving you and considering you as his daughter
  • the pack always watching over you because they know how much you mean to stiles
  • rough sex 
  • sex
  • jeep sex
  • arguing over watching star wars
  • “star trek is better.”
  • “i swear to god, i’ll suffocate you.”
  • makeup sex
  • supporting one another through hard times
  • helping him study
  • practically living with him and his dad
  • you’re his anchor, and he’s yours
Cute & Sleepy Daddy
  • Baby: *getting ready to leave early in the morning*
  • Daddy: *sleeping*
  • Baby: Aww he's so cute. *whispers* Muah. I'm gonna miss him 💕
  • Daddy: Princess?
  • Baby, startled: Oh! Yes daddy?
  • Daddy: I love you.
  • Baby: *all smiley and little now* I love you too daddy. Why are you awake so early? Was I making too much noise? Did you set any alarm or something?
  • Daddy: No, I woke up naturally. I guess I just really wanted to see your cute face before you go.
  • Baby: Aww, well go back to sleep daddy. I'll be back, I promise. I love you.
  • Daddy: I love you too princess. Be good.
Photographer!Andrew & Model!Neil AU

(part one) (part two)

  • Neil Abram Josten, is an on the rise model. Son of a former actor (granted a douchebag of one) and a make-up artist, Neil is a stunner. He was pressured to model by his father and has slowly come to hate the world he was forced into.
  • Riko Moriyama is the son of several very successful models and the brother of Ichirou Moriyama- the current face of Calvin Klein. However, it’s clear he has no actual talent and keeps stealing jobs from his “best friend” Kevin Day, much to the disgust of Day’s agent David Wymack.
  • Anyway, so Neil is still famous for his sass, especially at Riko. His social media accounts are just clapbacks left and right. Almost too many for everyone to keep up with.
    • “Shout out to Riko Moriyama for proving to us that names can get you jobs but not talent.”
    • “Hey @Riko_Moriyama - have you learned how much it costs to pull your head out of your ass? If you can’t cover it all, maybe some of us can help you out. Our contracts probably give us more wiggle room than yours.”
  • Neil’s mother dies near the end of his contract, a fatal car accident that Neil is also involved it. He disappears for several years, during which Riko tells lies about Kevin to get him fired and steal his spotlight.
  • Andrew Minyard is an on the rise photographer, slowly becoming famous for his photographs which shed light on tougher subjects within celebrities. He was still in juvie for three years, though no one is entirely sure why.
  • When he decided to return to the public eye, Neil goes to find Andrew, interrupts him in the middle of a photo shoot and hires him to help expose the Hollywood world for what it is.
    •  Andrew thinks that Neil is a bit of a demanding ass, is annoyed with his quick temper and doesn’t want to do the job. Neil thinks Andrew is just another pretentious photographer. They don’t get along really, but finally Andrew is convinced to join.

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anonymous asked:

Sorry if this is kind of random, but what size do you usually start out with for your canvas? I always have a hard time with sizing so I was wondering if you had some advice! (hope you have a great day and that this isn't too much of a hassle)

this is the sizing i usually start out with!

the canvas size isn’t supposed to limit your creative space! feel free to adjust and crop it however you like as you draw, if you notice that the dimensions aren’t complementing your work. for example:

you realise that there’s too much space to fill below, just crop by going to (for painttool sai) Canvas > Change size:

i wanna cut off the space below, so change the anchor to face that direction and key in your values for height:

and babaam!

What do you think is worse,” she asked quietly, twisting her favourite bracelet around her wrist, “having your heart broken or breaking a heart?” Her friend glanced at her curiously but she wouldn’t meet his gaze. She couldn’t, not with the guilt that was clearly written across her face.
“It depends, I guess,” he replied carefully. “Having your heart broken is awful, especially in the exact moment it happens. You feel as though your airways have been cut. You forget how to breathe. At first you feel too much and then you’re in denial and feel nothing at all, just emptiness. But it gets better. Sometimes within months, and sometimes it takes you years to move on. But eventually you’ll heal.” She looked up, biting the inside of her cheek. “And if you break a heart?”
He hesitated, pointedly glancing at her wrist. “Well, you can’t break a heart and be careful about it. You can’t make it hurt any less, no matter how much you don’t want the person you love to be in pain. I’d say breaking someone’s heart scars you just as much as having your own heart broken.” When she didn’t say anything, he spoke again. “Are you about to break someone’s heart?” Slowly she took off her silver bracelet and placed it on the table. He recognised it now as it sparkled faintly in the bright light - it was the bracelet her boyfriend had given her on their first anniversary. “Yes,” she replied with tears in her eyes, touching the bare inside of her wrist, “I’m afraid I am.
—  Excerpt
Regarding Dean

Dean and Sam found you in the midst of packing your duffel – your face contorted with rage. You had spent all night searching for Dean after he ditched you at the bar, and it pissed you off to no end when you didn’t receive one call or even a goddamn text.

“Y/N, no, wait –“

“Sam, if you so much defend your brother right now, I will punch you. Let me guess, you found him hungover as hell at some diner.” You laughed humorlessly, refusing to look at the two brothers that stood by the door. Dean watched you in awe, a silly grin on his face as he watched you.

“If you would just listen for one minute I can explain what happened,” Sam tried again, he was sick of this already – trying to help Dean but he had pissed too many people off in the span of 24 hours. Quickly whirling around, you scowled at the two of them, becoming livid at the cheesy grin on your boyfriend’s face. It took everything in you not to roundhouse kick him. You had worried all night, praying to every higher power that he was okay – but of course, he acted like nothing happened.

“Well hello, gorgeous. And who might you be?” Dean smirked, licking his lips as he took in the sight of you.

“Fuck you, Dean. I’m done. I can’t do this anymore,” You hissed, unshed tears brimming your eyes. Why would he act like this? The two of you had been good…more than good for the past few months now ever since you realized that he hadn’t died from the bomb implanted in him to wipe out the Darkness.

“Whoa, feisty, babe. I’m sure we can work out whatever your problem is,” He merely winked, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his slacks. It took you a moment to process what he had said, eyes wide in disbelief. Turning towards Sam, you waited for an explanation for Dean’s behavior.

“Is he still drunk?” You seethed, raking your fingers through your hair, shoulders tense at the stupidity of the situation.

“No, Y/N. Now shut up and listen. He’s been hexed-“

“What? Sam! What the fuck!”

“It’s his memory. Apparently it’s disappearing, he crashed Baby because he forgot how to put it in reverse. He didn’t even know that he was hexed until we retraced his steps. He’s…forgetting people,” He winced slightly, knowing this would be painful for both you and him if he didn’t kill the damn witch siblings.

“So he doesn’t…Dean?” The eldest Winchester looked at you with a wide boyish grin, eager for your attention as you addressed him. “You don’t know who I am?”

His brows furrowed at you, wondering why you would ask such a question when he was positive he would remember someone like you. He turned to look at his brother, silently asking for help.

“That’s Y/N, Dean. She’s been hunting with us for the past 10 years or so. She’s, um – “

“I’m your girlfriend, Dean.”

Both you and Sam watched Dean process your words, brows furrowed in confusion before a wide boyish grin graced his lips, a smile you hadn’t seen since …god it had been over a decade. It took your breath away, watching how childish and just so carefree Dean was.

“Y/N, is my girlfriend? Oh lord, what did I do to have such a beautiful girl?” He murmured appreciatively, his calloused fingers reaching up and brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. You blushed. Honest-to-Chuck blushed. Sure you and Dean had your moments where the flirting was intense and still held that spark that had yet to die ever since you met him. But this was different. It was as if Dean was falling in love with you all over again and you enjoyed it way more than you should have.

“You’re lucky you have a reason as to what happened last night or else your ass would be out on the side of the road by now,” you playfully scowled at him, only to have him watch you with excitement at the fact that you were talking to him. Taking his hand, you led him over to the bed, sitting down next to him as you waited for Sam to finish his call with Rowena. You could feel Dean’s stare as you watched TV. “Could you not do that?” You grinned, watching as he bashfully looked away from you.

“Sorry it’s just, I can’t believe I can’t remember someone like you. I can – um, I can feel how much I loved, er, love you though and it’s quite frustrating to not have memories with it,” His words sent your heart racing against your chest, dammit Winchester. Even with him losing his memory, he was still just as charming as ever without even realizing it. 

anonymous asked:

Hey!^^ can I request RFA + V & Saeran reacting to MC who loves playing otome games a bit too much? It's ok if you don't want to do it :)


  • When you explained to him, he got jealous.
  • How can these boys be prettier than him!
  • You’re playing on your phone, he’s just seeing it, with a grumpy face.
  • He can’t just play LOLOL knowing that his girlfriend is cheating on him with a fictional character!
  • Ok…This is not cheating….But…
  • You’re laughing at your phone…How rude.
  • Then you showed him who you’re going to end up with…
  • His eyes are so bright right now, that boy looks like him!
  • Now every time you play an otome game he’ll come to you and ask “You’re with the blond, innocent and cute one??”
  • “…Yes”
  • He smiles “Just checking!”
  • Don’t choose the others!


  • This is just too stupid!
  • He thought you were playing a game, not that kind of game!
  • He’s prettier than all those guys!
  • Zen wouldn’t like that, and if you want to play in peace, you would have to hide.
  • Because if he sees you playing, he’ll not leave you alone.
  • He’ll be all over you, kissing your face, neck, arms, he’ll want your attention!
  • He’ll even take off his clothes just so you can see what you have!
  • Those guys are ugly!!!
  • He’s feeling betrayed.


  • She wants to know why you spend so much that on that phone.
  • She trusts you, but she just wants to know!
  • When you explain to her, she’s just….Just confused.
  • Why?
  • Why would you play something like that?
  • But you make her download it after you asked her a LOT.
  • In the beginning, she just doesn’t understand, but after some weeks, it’s her new way to forget about obligations!
  • Both of you help each other, so you guys can make the right decisions!
  • Jaehee’s a fan of Otome games now.
  • If someone asks to her, or to you what is an otome game, well…They better sit down.
  • Because you and Jaehee will take a while to explain everything.


  • Jumin can’t understand why that.
  • You’re a married woman.
  • But hey, he can’t understand commoners.
  • Oh commoners, wasting your time with a stupid game.
  • Fuck you Jumin.
  • He knows that you wouldn’t give him attention, and picking your phone and breaking it would let you mad…So he’ll need another plan.
  • He’ll let you buy and spend what you need in that game, so you’ll end that game faster.
  • Or you’ll give it a time because you’re playing without a rest, since you bought everything to skip what you want!
  • He’ll do this in every game.
  • Money solves a lot of things, including his wife’s addiction!
  • And he likes to see you so happy with it too!
  • But you’ll not buy any merchandise of that game! Only in game things.
  • This is his only condition.


  • Well well well, look what MC’s doing.
  • Are you not satisfied?
  • What you think? That he’ll simply just download it and start to play just like you?
  • You’re  wrong MC!
  • Every day he’s picking your phone and resetting all your story from that game.
  • In the beginning, you were angry, but hey, you’ve been with Seven, so it’s normal he doing these pranks.
  • You told him that you don’t like, he said that he understands.
  • But then he keeps doing, somehow he discovers your password and resets your entire fucking game.
  • You’re so angry by it
  • “Well, you were not angry when you did that with me.”

  • He smiles.
  • Yes, you’ll not play those games, not so early.


  • He’ll be calm about that.
  • Ok MC!
  • He’ll  just feel a little sad when you’re not giving so much attention.
  • But if you prefer this game than him…What can he do?
  • Cry.
  • But if you give attention to him and to the game, he’ll not find it a big deal.
  • If you like that, and this makes you happy, what’s the problem?
  • And also he’ll give you an opinion on what answer is the correct one.
  • And he’ll listen to all you have to say about that game.
  • He wants to know all bout you, so if you’re so obsessed with a game…
  • He wants to know why ;)


  • He hates it.
  • This is just bullshit!
  • Well, if you’ll spend your time with those games…
  • He’ll spend time hacking those games!
  • *Insert evil laugh here*
  • Sometimes your game will stop, sometimes it’ll be erased.
  • He doesn’t care if other people are playing this, and this thing he’s doing is affecting them.
  • Fuck those people!
  • If you care for them, stop playing!
  • So they can play with peace!
  • Ok, the solution to this problem is cuddling and eat ice cream with Saeran 4 times per day.
  • He’ll be calm, and let you play a little.
Inquisitors needed!

SOOOO I have this idea for an Inquisitor project for Inquisition, but to actually get it done I need A LOT of Inquisitors. I mean a lot a lot. No, more than you’re thinking of now. I don’t want to say exactly what it’s going to be, it’s nothing major, just an art project, but I think it could be fun.

It will be screenshot based, but beyond that I can’t really say much? Except that it’s going to be a poster and your Inquisitor will not be that visible. Except for people looking? This sounds odd I know… but hopefully you’re still all up for it.

If you would like to participate, please send me or link me a screenshot of your Inquisitor’s face. Preferably a square with just their face but I can just crop the screenshot myself so don’t worry too much about it. Just make sure their face is visible.

Once I have all the screenshots it shouldn’t take long (depends on how much editing I need to do), but it might take a while to gather enough Inquisitors. I’m going to reblog this a few times to try and fish for as many Inquisitors as I can, so for now I would set the timeline on this taking about a month.

You can send me all your Inquisitors, they will all be featured!

You can use my ask, message me, or reply/ reblog / answer to this post with links/ screenshots! If you’re up for it?

Jungkook as a boyfriend

Originally posted by jengkook

  • Probably the most annoying thing in the universe but you love him too much
  • Pouts at least 100000 times a day because you beat him at bowling
  • gets made fun of by his hyungs because they walk in on you two cuddling
  • “at least I have a girlfriend hyungs…..”
  • Jimin and Taehyung are probably crying in a corner together
  • The hyung line are about to get ready to have Jungkook skewers for dinner
  • Acts annoyed when you cuddle him but secretly loves it
  • “Baby why are you cuddling me?”
  • “Okay I will quit”
  • “NO!” he ends up cuddling you instead because he loves you
  • Likes to be a living meme in every serious fight you two have
  • “Jungkook yo-” “how the hell does your face do that?”
  • Jungkook does his meme dance while the Six Flags theme song plays in the background
  • Laughs because you tried to copy his dance but you just made it like 50 times better
  • Probably he cooks a little bit I dunno
  • Shoves too much food in his mouth at once.
  • is shy when it comes to kissing you
  • but once you start he is all over you like a jungle gym on a playground
  • likes to tap your butt and act like he didn’t do it.
  • “Did you just touch my butt?”
  • “No pfft you are just too full of yourself”
  • touches your butt again until you turn around and catch him.

I would like a fanfic where Steve gives Tony the usual “You’re not disciplined, you don’t take orders well, and you rely too much on your armor” spiel….

Natasha: Ho don’t do it –
Steve: So I’m going to teach you hand-to-hand fighting.
Natash: Oh my god

And they go to the mats, and Steve starts off slow with a couple of demonstration moves, and Tony nods along very focused and very poker-faced, and then they try an actual fight and Tony just destroys him.

For like half an hour Tony kicks his ass around the room, Steve can’t get a hand on him. And finally Steve’s like “What…the fuck” and Tony’s like “Who told you I couldn’t defend myself outside the suit? You know I wasn’t born in it, right? I mean Howard was good but he wasn’t that good.”

Steve: *bewildered face*
Natasha: *sips tea*

(She filmed it on her phone to show Clint and Bruce later.)

sweet-fiber-flips  asked:

Bro, my dude, have you ever drawn Friedkin? I'm regrettably in love with his stupidly handsome face, and him in your style would probably give me a heart attack of the best kind ;-; (no obligation at all, just know that if i could, I would marry your art style ;;;;-;)

This took me way too long, considering it’s not that much, but drawing characters for the first time is always hard. And i only drew him for you, I still hate his guts and want to set him on fire! 

Cock block.

Simon and I were cuddled on the couch, taking all of it up much to the annoyance of the guys.

“Si?” I asked him with a fake pouting face. He tilted his head. “Can we go to your room?” He pecked my lips.

“Yeah, let’s go.” He picked me up, despite my protests of being too heavy. 

“Si, you’re going to break your back,” I yelled as he started up the stairs. He just ignored me. 

After we got to his room, he threw me on the bed and closed his door. We crawled under the covers together and he turned on the TV. After 10 minutes into the show, Simon started his shenanigans.

“You know,” He started kissing my neck. “we could do something much more exciting.”

“Oh yeah?” I asked, slightly teasing him. “What would that be?”

“Come on Y/N, your legs in those shorts are killing me.” He rubs my thigh, still giving light pecks on my neck.

“Ugh,” I feign annoyance. “I guess.” 

He immediately sucks roughly on my neck, squeezing my thigh. I whimper a little at the harshness, unable to make any noise. He then crawls on top of me. Simon and I were always big on make outs and teasing rather than straight sex.

 He took off our tops, sucking down my stomach and chest. I moved my hands down his chest and felt him quiver under my touch. I pulled his dog tags, so we were closer and violently kissed him, dragging his bottom lip between my teeth. He moaned and pressed his lower half onto mine, which in turn triggered me to raise mine. Just as Simon was taking off my shorts, JJ burst in the door. 

“Hey, guys, I just thought of a funny j-oh…” He stopped halfway through the sentence. Simon and I were both breathing heavily, I barely covered except my bra and shorts and covered in hickeys. Simon did the obviously reasonable thing and lied down on top of me to cover me up. For some reason, JJ was still here.

“Leave!” Simon yelled, head in my neck, obviously embarrassed, which makes two of us. 

“Right…” He said slowly, walking out the door in a dazed state.

“Close the door!” Simon yelled to which JJ quickly shut the door and ran downstairs, probably to tell the guys about what he just witnessed. Simon groaned in annoyance. 

“We’re not having sex, are we?” He asked disappointingly, rubbing up and down my sides. 

“Surprisingly, JJ seeing us get it on kind of killed the mood, Si.” I laugh, putting my top back on. After he put his on, I saw his neck.

“Fuck.” Usually, we always avoided hickeys on the neck area for video purposes and the guys teasing us. I don’t even remember it, but apparently, I left giant one right above his collarbone. He looked confused, so I pointed at the mirror. In doing so, I realized he had done me so much worse. I basically had a ring of them around the base of my neck, to high to cover up with a shirt. 

“Minter, look what you’ve done!” I yell playfully. 

“What I’ve done? Look what you did to me!” He pushes me lightly. 

After laying on the bed for a while, I interrupted the silence. “You know, JJs already made some extravagant story about us. We should go dissolve the rumors.” He looked at me like I was crazy. “We can’t stay in your room forever, let’s just go face the judgment.” I stood up and pulled him, and he reluctantly followed. 

“So, yeah, he was like choking her a little, and he had her handcuffed, and-.”

“JJ, stop lying.” Simon rolled his eyes. “There were no handcuffs involved or choking or any other shit that you said before we came down here. We don’t use toys, we’re all natural.” 

I blushed profusely. All of the guys were obviously staring at my neck. Finally, I burst. “Just say it!” 

“Oh my god, Simon.”

“She looks like an octopus strangled her!” 

“You were only gone for 20 minutes!” 

“There’s not more are there?!” 

“All of her blood is probably there!” 

“No, that’s not it, Y/N, lift up your shirt,” JJ demanded. I shook my head. I could only imagine how much more were on my stomach. He eyed me down, and finally, I gave in. As I lifted up my shirt, everyone, including Simon gasped. 

“Again, you only had 20 minutes!” 

“There’s like twenty of them!” 

“You bruised her sides!”

I quickly pulled my shirt down, and hid in Simon’s chest. 

“Oh my god, there’s bruising on her thigh, Simon, Jesus!” Josh pointed out. 

“God, JJ, you’re the biggest cock block ever!” Simon yelled jokingly as he hugged me. “Serious question, though,” He whispered in my ear. “Can we have sex tonight still?”

BTS Reaction - “You should smile more.”

btswifi said: BTS reaction to their girlfriend telling them they should smile more because she loves his smile 💕 thank you~


“I think you should smile more. I think your smile is gorgeous, Jin.”

“Aish, don’t make me blush.”


“Fine, I will. Just for you, though.”


He just shyly looks away but lets a big grin grow on his face.


“Okay, but only if you smile more with me.”


“You think my smile is cute? Wah…”


“If you say so, I will smile more. I think you should smile more, too.”


He’ll just giggle his lil baby laugh.

“You like my smile that much?”

When You Kiss This Sign...

Aries: Don’t hold back. Give them everything you got and they’ll give it back.

Taurus: Start slowly and work to their tempo. Let them lead in this dance they know all too well.

Gemini: Give them a taste and then pull back. Make them work for it.

Cancer: Kiss every inch of them. Physically show them how much you love every part of them.

Leo: Go with what they do and show them you can do just as good, if not better.

Virgo: Start with playful pecks until they can no longer contained themselves. Have them beg for it.

Libra: Use your hands. Hold their face, waist, etc. Make it so intimate they’ll never want to stop.

Scorpio: Don’t be afraid to use teeth. This a will be a place where pain and pleasure collide. Where fear will be dispelled. And where courage will be tested.

Sagittarius: Let out little moans to let them when they’re doing it right. They’ll instinctively know to keep it up.

Capricorn: Set a mood for it. Atmosphere is everything and if it’s all right, you’ll leave them breathless.

Aquarius: Kiss them with all the passion you’ve ever felt. Kiss them with all the passion you’ll ever feel. Give all of it to them. They can handle it.

Pisces: Start it with an emotion expressed in your face. A smile. Tearful eyes. Frustration. Let them know what they’re about to get themselves into and be amazed at how well they match your intensity.

Hard Eyes: Part 1

Prompt: batmom meets Talia and there’s a lot of tension between them because of their history with Bruce and Talia wanting to take Damian back to the League of Assassins

Requested by: @shyinfluencer2017

Words: 1445

The station is larger than you imagined, and you’re not quite sure where you’re going. At this point you’re just following instinct. You move through the halls, Dick’s call still fresh in your mind. “Mom, it’s Bruce. You need to come now … it’s bad.” You hadn’t been able to make out anything after that, the tears had muffled his voice too much.

          As you turn the final corner it’s to see your boys, and the entire league. You try not to think about how bad it must be, for those looks to be on their faces. You pause for a moment, cherishing the last few minutes that you pretend everything’s okay. Then you rush forward.

          The boys see you immediately, and it takes no prompting, they rush to you. Despite having been taller than you for several years now, the oldest three seem so small, and Damian, your poor sweet baby, he seems so scared. They cling to you, and you do your best to comfort all of them assuring each of them that it’s going to be okay.

          After they’ve calmed down a bit you move forward and then you stop. There’s no love lost between you and Talia. You’ve seen the woman maybe twice in the four years since Damian has come to live with you. She’s no mother in your eyes, and she certainly doesn’t have a claim to your son.

          You decide to focus more on the doctor. He confirms what Dick said on the phone. It’s not looking good, and it will all depend on the surgery. There’s a less than ten percent chance that Bruce will be able to be the man he was before this. That reassures you in some weird way, Bruce has always been able to beat the odds.

          Finally, you take a seat. Your back is hurting, and your ankles are swollen, and technically, you’re supposed to be in bed at the moment. But, extreme times call for extreme measures. One hand goes to rest on your protruding belly, as the boys sit down beside you.

          Dick is the first one to break the silence, “So how’d your doctor appointment go? Bruce was so bummed to miss it.”

          You smile at that Bruce had been to every pregnancy check before this one. He had been so upset to miss this one. You hadn’t planned this. As far as you were concerned you had your hands full with all the boys. But one glass of wine too many had led to a forgetful night.

          Some part of you had expected the boys to be disappointed. But they had met the idea of a new sibling with enthusiasm. In fact, one of the boys would typically go with you and Bruce to the appointment.

          “Did the doc finally tell you what you’re having?” Jason asks with a grin “It’s another boy, isn’t? Something tells me Bruce is only for making boys. Look at the squirt.”

          Damian scowls at the nickname, but he doesn’t argue with Jason’s statement. If you had expected anyone to be upset about the pregnancy it had been Damian. The boy had clung to his blood tie with Bruce for so long, you had worried about him feeling threatened. Instead, he had taken to the role of big brother rather seriously.

          It had started out with him and Tim inspecting everything you ate. Then he had researched everything needed for a helping a healthy baby grow. Classical music had been playing non stop around the manor. Then one day, you had walked into what had been designated as the baby’s room, just to consider paint colors, to find that it had already been painted a soft yellow.  

          And there was Damian, working on mural. It was this pretty field of flowers, a nature scene. For a while you had just watched him paint before all of a sudden he had simply said, “It’s going to be a girl. And she should have a happy, and pretty place to grow up. Somewhere she can always feel safe.”

          You had gone to him, and pulled him in close, not worrying about the paint staining his clothes and said, “Every child should have that Damian. I can only hope Bruce and I provided that for you and your brothers.”

          Damian had simply hugged you back and said, “I’ve never felt safer than when I was surrounded by this band of misfits.”

          You just laughed, because of course he couldn’t call it what it is, “A family.”

          Coming out of the memory you find everyone silent, and you take a moment to examine them. They’re still dressed in their uniforms and they’re covered in dirt.

          Quietly you suggest they go shower and change, when they protest, you tease and say that their stench is making you feel ill. That gets them going. A few of the League members inquire after you and the baby. Eventually they too leave, and then it’s just you and her.

          Neither of you says anything until you can’t take it anymore and you finally ask, “What are you doing here Talia?”

          She turns to face you, radiant as ever, her eyes as cold as ever. “My son and his father needed my assistance?”

          “Is that a question or an answer Talia, because I’m not buying it. The boys are too distraught to see it, and the League doesn’t know you well enough to see it, but I do. I know everything about you Talia. I’ve read every part of the file Bruce has on you, and I won’t let you do it.”

          She raises an eyebrow at that, “You’d let him die? You must really want his money.” She glances at your stomach, “After all your child is legitimate, and he didn’t even have you sign a prenup.”

          You roll your eyes at that, “I care about what Bruce wants, and he told me that under no circumstances was he ever to go into the Pit. If there’s one thing in this world that scares him, it’s what that goop would do to his mind.”

          She studies you for a minute, “Then I suppose I’ll take Damian with me when I leave then.”

          “You have no right. Bruce and I have full custody. And Damian is just as much my child as any of his brothers.”

          She smiles at that, “Is he as much your child as the one in your womb? Blood is thicker than water after all.”

          You can’t help but scowl, “I hate that saying, because while I may not have given birth to those boys, while I may not share their blood, I’ve raised them. I’ve attended every parent teacher conference, shown up for every play, taken care of them when they were sick, worried every time they go out on patrol, held them after a girl broke their hearts, watched them grow, watched as they became brothers, and so much more that you will never understand.” At this point you’re right in her face, because you want your meaning to me clear, “Those boys, are my children, and blood has nothing to do with it. You just try and take Damian, and you’ll be the one to need that damn goop,”

          She looks down at you amused, “Big words for such a little church mouse. What’s the little pregnant housewife going to do?”

          You just smile, “I wasn’t always a housewife Talia. You would know that if you were actually able to find anything on me before Bruce.”

          She actually looks a little frightened now, and you know it’s your eyes, they’ve slipped into that same hardness that had made people braver than her panic. You make one last statement, “Leave now Talia, and don’t you ever threaten my children again.”

          She leaves, she never turns her back on you but she leaves. You take your seat again, and wait for him to come out of the shadows. You meet Clark’s eyes, and you can finally feel the tears start to build as he wraps an arm around you, you let them out. He just holds you while you cry, because he knows. He and Bruce are the only ones that know about your past, and he knows that it’s Bruce that keeps you grounded, that Bruce is the one that keeps you from slipping. And he knows that if Bruce Wayne dies, as soon as you’re able to, you’ll hunt down the bastard who caused it. And he knows that he’ll have to be the one to stop you.

          For that reason Clark Kent prays that Bruce Wayne pulls through, for the boys, for you, and for your unborn baby girl.

the bitter taste.

Originally posted by berezneva-tw

pairing: derek hale x reader

warnings: swearing, character death, angst. 

AN: i just needed to write something and cry, lol. just a small drabble-like piece which hasn’t been edited and might get deleted eventually. 

a bitter taste rose in your mouth as you turned your head away from jennifer and derek. the sight of her clutching onto him like her life depended on it and the smitten smile on your friends face was enough to make bile threaten to rise in your throat.

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