BUT NOW HE'S ALL GENTLE AND CUTE AND I'M JUST LIKE !!!

pretty boy ☾ peter parker

summary : you think peter is very pretty, and your duty as his girlfriend is to tell him every chance you get.

wc : 1.4k 

  Peter Parker has freckles. They’re countless in amount and infinitesimal in size, but they’re spread across his sloped nose, his cheeks, and some of them are scattered across his shoulders from the days he spends at Rockaway Beach in the summertime sun not because he likes the beach, but because you do and you drag him there almost every day throughout July. He doesn’t mind. He can’t have you taking the train there alone, and he’d rather spend time with you in the sweltering heat than leave you by yourself. If you’re sitting close enough, the way you are right in this moment, you can count each one of those stars on his cheeks and play connect the dots with a ballpoint pen, if he’d let you. He most likely would. Peter would let you get away with anything. If you were to try to kiss each individual freckle that was settled there on his skin you’d be pressing your lips to his cheeks for hours on end. He’d like to see you try such a thing. 

   Peter Parker also has the sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into. They were warm and kind and they felt like home whenever he turned them on you in that loving way he held. You love the way he looks at you, often and bright with happiness. You haven’t stopped looking at him since you started all those months ago, you couldn’t anticipate a time when you would. He doesn’t mind the permanent way his eyes settle on you, but it’s the way you’re always looking at him that makes him blush and turn his face away. He’s not much to look at, in his opinion. 

    He whines a little when he catches your eye again, trained on him like a reflex once again. His face glows a red the color of a ripe strawberry as he spins around in his chair and stares at the peeling cover of his science notebook. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You grinned when he flushed a deeper shade of crimson, still evading the smile that crept across your face. 

   “Y/N,” he whines once more, the heat creeping up toward the tips of his ears. He turns toward you, holding his cheek in his hand and keeping his elbow propped up on the swivel chair. “You know I get all,” he squirmed around in his chair, “flustered when you call me that.” The admittance came with a great reluctancy on his part, but it only made you smile more as you walked across the room and cleared away the clutter of his desk, taking a seat there so you could continue your study in Peter Parker. “I’m not pretty.” 

    “Shhh,” you chastised, using your foot to spin him back around. “You’re very pretty, Peter.” He stretches out his hand, waiting for you to grab it and hold it as careful as always. He presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever you hold his hand, he knows you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and that every single time he does it, you swoon like it’s your first date all over again. He’s big on holding hands. It’s intimate without being too much, and the teachers can’t really scold him for holding your hand the way they can for kissing you against the lockers when you both think no one is around. Still, he kisses your hand, and you close your eyes, smiling shyly. Then, you say, “How’d I get the sweetest, prettiest boy in the universe to be mine?” 

   “Oh, god,” he takes his hand out of yours and covers his cheeks with them, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palms and squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t believe what you’ve made him. A blushing mess undone the moment you call him pretty, sweet, yours. “Feel my cheek,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm to his face. You laugh. 

   “You’re burning up, babe,” you say, patting his cheek. “I can’t help it. I have to compliment you. All the time. Every hour of every day.” You tap a finger against his cute nose. 

   “I would compliment you but every time I try you swoop in and render my speech incoherent with that little nickname you have for me,” he kept his fist against his cheek as he stared up at you, your legs dangling off his desk as you extend your hands out for him. He takes them, presses them to his cheek. 

   “What nickname?” You question innocently. “Oh, oh, oh, I know which one. Pretty boy.” You held his scrunched up in embarrassment face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “So pretty.” 

    “I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” The words came out muffled because of the position his face was in, but if he were being honest, he could feel himself light up every time you said he was pretty, as amusing as the word was to him. Even if he doesn’t think he’s much- anything, really- to be fond of, he’s happy, so happy, that you disagree. 

   You call him pretty boy every chance you get. You seize the opportunity with pride, throwing a wink his direction when you can because he has the dopiest little smile on his face for the rest of the day even if he feigns irritation in the moment. 

     You greet him every morning outside his apartment building with a cup of coffee in your outstretched hand and a sweet smile curling at your lips and a, “Morning, my pretty boy,” and Peter starts his school day with a blush, his arm around the shoulders of the girl that he loves. You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s invincible. 

    Then, you see him in chemistry class, goggles strapped to your face and a stupid apron around your neck. His heart still stops when he sees you. You slide in the seat between him and Ned, pulling at his goggle strap before it snaps back to his head as gentle as you can manage. “Did you finish the lab conclusion, pretty boy? I’m stuck on the last sent- Ned what happened to him?” You turned to the other boy, eyebrows raised in confusion because Peter is motionless and the redness is spreading all over his neck. 

   “You called him pretty again,” Ned replied, stretching his hand across the table and waving it in front of Peter’s face. “He’s probably just offended that you didn’t greet me with a compliment.” 

   “C’mon, Ned, you know I think you’re gorgeous.” 

   “I’m actually not deaf, guys.” Peter nudged you playfully, rubbing his cheeks with the sleeves of his gray sweater. You ruffle his honey hair. 

  “We know,” you answered. “Ned’s stunning, obviously-” Ned grins at this- “but you’re forever the only pretty boy for me.” Peter scrunches his nose up. Then, he takes off his goggles, placing them next to the looseleaf paper that has his neatly compiled lab report scrawled over the page. He leans forward, scooting his chair close to you so he can remove your goggles, too. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you quick. He’d put more passion into it if the teacher wasn’t standing across the room, looking for any excuse to separate the two of you. Every teacher was the same. He pulls back after a second, his hands lingering on your cheeks when he gazes at you. 

   “I love you, you beautiful and lovely and wonderful girl of mine.” Triumphantly, he removes his hands and places them back down on the desk. He catches it before you turn away toward Ned, and for a brief and fleeting moment, it’s there on your cheeks. “Oh, oh, what’s that I see? Is that a blush?” He jumps around to Ned’s spot, a stupid, prideful grin on his face as he savors the moment for himself, commits the pretty sight to memory. “Pretty girl, are you blushing?” He pressed his hands to against your face, pinching your cheek gently, lovingly. You punched him in the arm, a warning behind your eyes, but Peter didn’t care in the slightest. 

   “Yes, you big idiot,” you mumbled. “Happy now?” 

   “Oh, I’m very happy.” 

   “I hate you.” 

   “Do you really?” Peter raised his eyebrows, resting his palms against your shoulders and rubbing his thumb along the place where your collarbone peeked out of your shirt. 

   “Of course not,” you said, a grumble in your tone. “I love you and your pretty boy face, sweet little freckles and all.” You poked a couple of his freckles and kissed the one by his mouth. Peter sighed, still smiling brightly because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed at you when you called him that name. He’d wear it with like a badge of honor, grateful for it. He had an effortlessly gorgeous love that thought he was the prettiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on, so what more could he ask for? 

thecoolestgay  asked:

Can you please write some adorable reddie cuddling fluff? I've been reading tons of angst and I'm gonna cry 😭

with pleasure my dude

(FYI - they’re a little older in this, nearly 20, as theres a few lil mentions of smexy times and some teasing and making out etc because i don’t write that very much and wanted a change, sue me)

please listen to tee shirt by birdy to get super cutesy vibes and all the feels <3


It was still dark out when Eddie woke up, squinting up to look out the window at the early morning sky. He checked his watch, seeing it was 5:45 am, and smiled. He still had hours to kill before waking up. He felt something move from underneath him and he turned his head to come face to face with Richie’s sleeping form. And he smiled.

Richie had snuck in again last night, just before midnight like clockwork, and begged Eddie to just fall asleep on top of him. So he had, and god was he happy he did. Eddie had fallen asleep on his front, leaning on Richie’s shoulder and tucking his face into his neck, softly sighing as Richie stroked the side of his face to help him fall asleep. He had slept for a good few hours until he woke up, but those few hours were pure bliss. 

Richie shifted again and let out some air through his nose before blinking open his eyes slightly. He saw Eddie staring at him and he smiled.

“You’re staring again.” He whispered. 

“You look cute in the morning.” Eddie said quietly and Richie chuckled, his chest rumbling and making butterflies erupt in Eddie’s stomach. 

“Thank you. You look pretty adorable too.” Richie said, pressing a kiss to Eddie’s forehead. “What time is it? Do we have to get up now?” Richie asked sadly and Eddie shook his head, holding his wrist with the watch on to Richie’s face.

“We have ages. Go back to sleep if you want.” He said and Richie shrugged.

“Don’t wanna if you’re gonna be awake.”

“I’ll fall asleep too. You know I can’t stay away for too long.” Eddie pointed out, and snuggled into Richie’s neck, pressing a kiss at the base of his throat. Richie hummed in appreciation and rested his hand on the side of Eddie’s face, stroking the hairs just behind his ear. Eddie loved it when Richie was gentle with him, compared to how brash and loud he could be outside or with the others. He loved that side of Richie, it was fun and adventurous and he never knew what to expect from him, but soft, sleepy, Richie was his favourite. 

Eddie started pressing soft kisses across Richie’s neck, listening to the soft noises he was making, and then kissed behind his ear, making him shiver. Richie moved away slightly and Eddie whined, trying to kiss him again.

“I’m way too tired to flip you over right now, please don’t kiss me there until I’m wide awake and ready to go.” Richie joked, but Eddie stopped, knowing he was right. Even though Richie was more dominant in more than one aspect, when Eddie tried to take control he was putty in his hands. Eddie settled on resting the side of his face on the pillow and just staring up at his boyfriend instead. He was so beautiful, all freckles and pale skin and bright, brown eyes. He looked different without his glasses, but a good different. Older, more mature. Less like ‘Trashmouth Tozier’ or ‘Bucky Beaver’ that he had been known as during school. Now, he was just Richie. And Eddie loved just Richie. 

“What are we doing today again?” Richie asked after a short while of peaceful silence.

“Bev asked us to come to the movies with her and then we’re helping Stan pack for College. After that, nothing.” Eddie said sleepily. Richie nodded.

“Wanna get dinner tonight?”

“Not another pizza, Richie. My face is already breaking out from yesturday’s binge.”

“No,” Richie snorted. “Not pizza. Like, real food. From a restaurant.” Eddie smirked and looked up at him.

“Are you asking me out on a date, Tozier?” Eddie nearly died when he saw Richie’s face turn a little pink.

“Would that be so terrible?”

“Only a little bit.” Eddie teased and Richie rolled his eyes, gently flicking Eddie’s ear.

“Asshole.” 

“You love me.” Eddie hummed and Richie smiled, kissing his forehead.

“Yeah, unfortunately.” Eddie scoffed and started to scoot away from him.

“I’m never snuggling with you again.” He threatened and Richie grabbed him before he could move further away, flipping them over and pinning Eddie underneath him. Eddie let out a breath, not expecting that at all, as Richie beamed down at him. “I thought you were too tired?”

“I perk up when you start getting fiesty and bratty.” Richie said and Eddie tutted at him.

“Bratty, pft! As if!” Richie leaned down rubbed his nose against Eddie’s fondly, making his heart melt.

“You’re so cute when you try to prove me wrong.”

“I’m not cute, I’m manly!”

“Shut up, Eddie. You’re adorable.” Richie said, kissing Eddie’s jaw. “Cute, cute, cute!” He kissed his nose, his cheek, and his collarbone for each word and Eddie bit his lip, holding back a smile.

“If the others could see us right now they’d puke.” He said and Richie laughed.

“I think Stan would bust a nut, being in the same room as us would be the most action he’s gonna get.”

“Don’t be mean!” Eddie frowned, swatting Richie’s hand. “Stan is gonna find somebody soon, just you wait.”

“He still won’t get as much as I do.” Richie raised an eyebrow, making Eddie go red.

“Shut up. I just put up with your horny ass because I have too.”

“I never hear you complaining, like, in fact, I always hear you telling me not to stop.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Eddie warned, pointing a finger up at him.

“Billy Boy would be so shocked at the filthy words that have come out of your little mouth, Eds. He’d be asking everyone where his precious little best friend has gone!” Richie grinned. “The answer, by the way, is underneath me. Or on top of me when I’m lazy. Like the good boy he is.”

“Do you kiss your Mom with that trashy mouth?” Eddie asked. Richie shrugged.

“No, but I kiss yours. And man does she love it-”

“Don’t make me say beep beep, you’ve been so good recently.” Eddie groaned and Richie sighed, before flopping onto his side, his arms getting tired. Eddie slowly moved back so he was lying beside him and reached up to move some of Richie’s wild hair out of the way. “You’re beautiful.” Eddie whispered, and for once, Richie didn’t make a joke. He just smiled.

“So are you. I got real lucky.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Shut up.” Richie teased, pressing his lips to Eddie’s, the two of them lazily moving and intertwining hands. When they eventually broke apart, Richie closed his eyes as Eddie carried on playing with his hair. “Can we, just…stay here forever?”

“The bed sheets would get so gross.” Eddie grimaced and Richie laughed.

“I hope you never change, Eds.” He said and kissed him again. Eddie deepened the kiss, running his tongue over Richie’s and pulling his body flush against his. He sighed into his boyfriends mouth and then pulled away, grinning like an idiot. 

“Yeah, let’s stay here forever.”

anonymous asked:

Hiya! May I ask for fluffy headcanons for Alpha!Todoroki with a short pregnant omega fem! s/o? I'm super excited to see your blog grow and I wish you a lot of luck, I love all of your posts already! Have a nice day! <3

Awww thank you so much babydoll! You’re so sweet! ~ (´ ω `♡)

And of course you can! I have to say, I had so much fun writing this! I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! (⌒‿⌒)


SFW! Alpha Todoroki Shouto x (Female)(Omega)(Pregnant)(Short) S/O Headcanons! Yay!

  • *Nothing sexual mentioned!
  • *Does contain language!

               Enjoy!


- WARNING: PROTECTIVE DADDY TO-BE ALERT.

- CAUTION: DO NOT APPROACH SUBJECT.

- PLEASE MAKE YOUR WAY TO THE NEAREST “GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE” DOORS.

- HE AIN’T A FORCE WE WANNA BE FUCKIN’ WITH.

- WE’RE ALL JUST TRYIN’ TO SURVIVE THIS SHIT RIGHT NOW, THANK YOU.

- IF YOU ARE UNABLE TO MAKE IT TO THE DESIGNATED EXITS, ENJOY YOUR LAST MOMENTS OF EXISTENCE BEFORE EITHER BURNING OR FREEZING TO DEATH.

~ ( Okay, I’m sorry, back to PERTINENT CONTENT) ~

  • First off, Todoroki is not a puny guy. He is up to 6 feet now that he’s fully grown, and he has worked hard to make sure that his body is in the best possible condition.
  • I mean, it has to be. The love of his life is carrying his pups.
  • He has to be ready to take on a mother-fucking army. 
  • Which he will gladly do if he feels that you are in any danger. 
  • You’ve decided to just stay at home most of the time, because if you’re going out, then Todoroki is coming with you, and he is ready to obliterate anyone who tries to cross his (or your) path. 
  • And this isn’t just alpha instincts either. Oh, no. 
  • He loves you more than life itself, and on top of that - you’re so goddamn cute.
  • You’re so small, and fiesty, and he just can’t deal.
  • He is just so much taller than you, and you’re so precious when you look up at him with that sweet little smile, and it’s just unfair.
  • I mean, you’ve been together for a while now, but he still blushes like a high schooler when you do something adorable.
  • Which is everything you do. 
  • And now that you’re carrying his pups, it’s even worse
  • You’re all swollen up, toddling around, and unable to do hardly anything by yourself. 
  • It mesmerizes him.
  • You’re like a lovingly wrapped up package of everything that’s good in the world, and you’re all his
  • And while your delicate state of being does make him act like a certifiable crazy person, it also makes him enormously happy.
  • You need him for everything, and whatever you ask of him immediately becomes his top-priority mission.

“Hey baby? When you get a minute would you mind changing this lightbulb for me? I would get a ladder but I don’t want to - “

*FRANTIC SCRAMBLING*

“I got it honey, I got it! You just go put your feet up. After I change this do you want some dinner? I can make you something!”

“Oh! You’re so sweet baby, thank you,”

*Goes to put box of lightbulbs back*

“I actually wouldn’t mind some spaghetti if that’s okay with-“

*Comes back*

*LIGHTBULB ALREADY CHANGED, SOUND OF WATER BOILING IN KITCHEN.*

*Sigh*

  • Needles to say, you are a little concerned about him.
  • But he assures you that he has never felt more in his element. 
  • THIS. This is what he was meant to do.
  • To be your alpha, your husband, and the father of your pups. 
  • You’ve known Shouto for a long time, and he isn’t a particularly talkative man, but he can go on about you and the pups for hours.
  • He can’t wait for them to be born (though he is going to miss your cute round form waddling around the house).
  • He hasn’t even seen them and he already wants to fill you up with more
  • He knows that you are going to be the most amazing mother there is, and he is bursting at the seams with excitement about it.
  • And you know he is going to be the most patient, gentle, and loving father.
  • He has so many things he wants all of you to do together as a family.
  • He has basically planned out the baby’s first 5 years of life. 
  • You dare not tease him for it though, not even in a joking way.
  • You know how he never had that kind of love and attention growing up, and how important it is to him that your children do
  • But whether you are carrying his pups or not, he is keeping his cherished omega as happy, healthy, and protected as possible. 

    I hope you liked it Anon! Thank you again for such a fun request! \(^ヮ^)/

     xoxo,

          Not-So-Smutsy (ღ˘⌣˘ღ)

anonymous asked:

Read your tags, and the dangerous mission first kiss one sounds damn good I'm up for an essay honestly

*rubs hands together* i really hope you knew that i meant essay when i said essay (aka, more proof that you should never ask me about these two) 

i listened to this 

  • the war may be over, but it’s practically impossible for a demigod to go months without being thrown into some dangerous quest and with percy, annabeth, jason, etc. busy, all heads turn to nico di angelo
  • who of course attempts at getting out of it with his incredibly valid doctor note, except even that is not going to convince chiron this time
  • and as he’s packing to leave, will comes by the hades cabin and just stands in the doorway, not really doing anything besides letting his eyes rest on nico, who hasn’t noticed yet
  • maybe he’s drinking in nico—his figure, his movements, his little gestures, perhaps in fear the he won’t return from his mission.
  • when nico does notice, both of them perhaps look at each other a bit too long before will cracks a smile and nico reciprocates before busying himself with packing aka not letting will’s unbelievably blue eyes distract him from this 
  • and then will approaches him and they just do a lot of cute banter that’s light and carefree as if nico might not die today
  • near the end of the packing, there’s a lot of silences and parting lips as if they want to say something to the other but choose against it and instead exchange glances that look so adoring but with these worried undertones
  • eventually, the dreaded moment finally comes after they walk back together
  • it’s kind of awkward and neither of them know why. maybe it’s cause will has these words that are in his throat that he’s desperate to confess but instead he just swallows them down. maybe it’s cause nico is more fidgety than normal and his lips keep getting dry
  • if it’s going to be the last time will sees him, then his heart insists on embracing the smaller boy and getting used to his figure and warmth all too fast. except he knows nico really hates physical contact, and he isn’t sure what they are exactly
  • little does he know that nico really wishes he could bury his face in will’s neck as well
  • but they both settle instead on a few closure comments with half-hearted smiles and pursed lips and nods before nico turns away with a sole backpack slung over his shoulder and his iron sword securely around his waist
  • and as nico’s figure fades, the panic settles like a fire and it sinks in low until will feels sick to his stomach at the thought of nico getting hurt or even worse-–dying.
  • but he waves that thought away because that is the last thing that he needs to dwell on, and instead he walks back to the infirmary, perhaps shaking a bit, and finds excuses to stay there
  • will takes on all the patients at every given opportunity, leaving his siblings worried but unable to do much about it because will is far too stubborn when he’s nervous
  • and when there’s nobody left to heal anymore, he takes out his medical tools and organizes them all and skims over each book on his shelf but learns nothing because there are thoughts that are racing across his mind
  • will he be okay? will he be strong enough? will he shadow travel himself too much? will he know how to deal with injuries if he’s alone? 
  • and then he hates himself, because he might never see nico again and he didn’t have the guts to even tell him how he felt. 
  • in the process, will falls asleep with his face pressed against his arm and an open medical book on the desk. (kayla and austin have to drag his half-conscious ass to the apollo cabin when they find him) 
  • nico, on the other hand, is doing a bit better since he’s kind of distracted with trying to stay alive, even if he hadn’t seen much of anything for the past few days
  • he finds his target’s general location and when he gets sleepy, he decides to camp it out in the natural veil of a forest
  • nico ests his head on the back of a tree and closes his eyes, sighing.
  • the first image that comes to his mind is the sun kissed mop of blonde hair. it glimmers in the sunlight, and he isn’t sure if it’s a memory but the simple sight of it is comforting
  • eyes still closed, he can almost touch will’s tan skin and gaze into the never ending blueness of his eyes that darken like layers of the ocean. he can feel the presence of will, just the gentle and honest warmth and kindness that seems to circulate around
  • (it’s an easing thought to nico, especially in the dark of night with grumbling clouds above and the wetness of the dirt from an earlier rainfall)
  • just as he feels himself drift off to sleep to will’s voice, a simple creak makes his eyes snap open, and he’s immediately pulled from his thoughts
  • nico surveys the forest, grasping at his sword and holding his breath until the monster lunges from the trees and suddenly nico feels his entire body being crushed, the metallic taste of blood instantly trailing across his lips and all the air in his lungs being squeezed out of him
  • he can’t see well, but his grip on his sword is strong and with a jumble of movement, he’s able to roll free from the monster’s grip and stand on his own two feet, immediately going for a direct slash
  • everything is a blur to him but the groans of the dying creature are enough for him to confirm that he’s done his job before he falls unconscious 
  • will, on the other hand, hasn’t heard a thing from nico in a week by now. he keeps going to chiron, asking him if anyone has heard of him and his heart sinks every time chiron denies it
  • he’s tried his hardest to keep his chin up and act normal, but eventually kayla and austin see his condition and force him to get some rest at the cabin
  • in the silence of the cabin, will realizes that rest is the last thing he needs because it makes his thoughts wander and so he sits up on the bed and takes in a deep breath before considering his situation
  • it’s been a week and he hasn’t given any notice that he’s okay. 
  • will imagines a pretty horrible scene in his head of nico and that’s enough to jog memories of nico’s laughter and smile and he realizes how much he misses that
  • so he takes his pillow and he buries his head in that and lets his worry channel through his tears, and it isn’t long before his tears become more like sobs as he whispers things out to nico
  • please be okay. i can’t do this anymore. please let us know. please be alive. please be okay.
  • nico wakes up in a daze. the first thing he notices is that he’s alive and actually breathing despite the sore throbbing of pain that’s pulsing in his ribs. 
  • there’s still the taste of blood in his mouth and his vision is a blur for a few seconds before it becomes a bit too hard to breath correctly with his face stuffed in dirt
  • so nico tries to sit up a few times and fails before finally balancing himself on trembling legs and looks at the creature long dead before him, the knash in it’s abdomen prominent
  • nico puts a hand over his ribs, wincing at the pain and realizes that a certain son of apollo will be furious at him when he returns
  • the thought of will makes his throat tighten and he wonders how long it’s been since he last notified the camp
  • he’s worried sick about how worried will might be, and he trudges to camp, fighting his urges to shadow travel and get it over with because he knows that if he even tries, he’ll be dead in seconds
  • but eventually, he goes through camp half blood’s entrance and a few faces turn to aid him but he waves them off, insisting that he’s fine.
  • of course, he can’t have them worrying now. he needs to get to will. he doesn’t care what happens to him afterwards. 
  • the thought scares him, but that’s the last thing on nico’s mind at the moment.
  • so he limps along the path to the infirmary, getting more numb to the pain along the way and his heart swells when he see’s that blonde hair glistening in the distance
  • will is sitting down on the steps of the infirmary, and nico notices that his eyes are stubbornly focused on nothing in particular, and for will that means he’s thinking deeply about something
  • the simplicity of that is enough to make those familiar skeletal butterflies flutter across his stomach and there’s a sudden bundle of energy that bursts in his chest
  • he keeps watching the peacefulness of the sight and wants to, forever.
  • “hey” is the only thing that nico can choke out with a pathetically wide smile plastered across his face
  • will’s head shoots up to that voice that he’s been wanting to hear for such a long time now, and tears instantly prick at the corners of his eyes when he see’s nico, in all his torn and scratched up glory
  • he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s okay. he’s alive. he’s okay. he’s alive.
  • those are the only thoughts that are in will’s head at the moment, and he doesn’t know what to do with the sudden ball of happiness and relief in himself besides running up to nico and collecting him instantly in his arms.
  • will lets his head fall into nico’s neck, and he could care less that the smaller boy can feel the wetness of his tears. nico only lets out a light laugh that hurts a bit and he tangles his fingers into will’s hair, breathing in his scent.
  • will’s holding him a bit too tight, his fingers grasping at the fabric of nico’s jacket and he doesn’t want to ease up—he’s too afraid that nico will disappear if he lets go.
  • they part, both unwillingly, but before nico can speak, will captures his lips in a kiss with his own. nico’s lips are slightly cold and chapped, but will couldn’t care less because they’re his
  • nico, on the other hand, offered no hesitation and instead melted into will’s arms further feeling his heart swell with a sense of deliverance.
  • he couldn’t think of anything besides how warm will’s lips were and the taste of coffee that came with them.
  • for a few moments, they stay that away until both boys part and realize that they’ve actually kissed—which is huge considering they were pining nerds who couldn’t even brush hands without turning into every shade of red
  • and of course, they proceed to turn every shade of red when the realization kicks in, but it fades away as quickly as it comes because nico’s alive.
  • forehead touch!
  • …and then they kind of realize that nico has a pair of very possibly broken ribs and that he’s kind of slowly dying and now will is red, panicking and angry at him for every reason on the planet
  • nico couldn’t be happier

i am half asleep and this is such crap but i couldn’t stop myself after i started and it’s really long and im sorry and should i put this under a read more tag??

(also thank you for being a cute and reading my tags!!)

anonymous asked:

Wtf I'm screaming Mandy

I’m mentally screaming a little bit but contained within the scream is the free flow of thought that goes something like wow this entire year has been about phil’s character growth and we all know that we all see the shifting change that apparently came hand in hand with turning thirty and whatever else has been going on in their life but seeing the steady progression of proof is still jarring because we as an audience just have ingrained in our mind that certain comments will bring with them a backslide or some kind of negative distancing because that’s just what we’re used to and for years that’s what we’ve got we just all collectively hold our breath at certain moments and wait to see the hesitation in their eyes or the gentle step back but we’re not getting that right now we might still for some things but it’s less and less of an expectation to the point where phil just laughingly read out a joke about them being married because of some domestic little incident that phil was so warm and excited over like it’s the kind of thing where we’d think ‘wow, married’ but to see him go ‘lmao right?’ it’s not like he’s saying We Are Married he’s just allowing it to not be an elephant in the room that he and dan do things like buy mince pies and rank them so next year they know which ones to get we can call it what it is now, cute and ~married and he’ll just go lmao yeah but– without even really pausing and i like this life i like this guy good job phil so yeah 

exuberantoctopus  asked:

taakitz getting stuck in a rainstorm on a date?

The pros of a parasol: An excellent accessory, fits seamlessly with his fantasy Scarlett O’Hara vibe, easily transmutable to match his color scheme of the day. He’d add “does not contain the arcane essence of his long-lost sister” to the list, but that’s sort of a given.

The cons of a parasol: Provides absolutely no protection whatsoever when the heavens open up and drop an ocean’s worth of rain on them.

To be fair, the forecast had predicted a perfect day. Sunny, with the promise of autumn in a cool breeze that buffeted the coastline. It was the kind of weather that encouraged long skirts and gauzy sleeves and wide-brimmed hats, and if you were feeling particularly flirty, a nice lacy parasol to complete the look. The look is always key, of course, but especially on the afternoons Taako can get Kravitz all to himself. It’s an auspicious thing when their schedules align, so Taako’s going to do a little more than go the extra mile. Or the full nine yards. Or whatever distance he needs to cross in five-inch wedges to fluster the hell out of his husband.

So that’s why he’d met Kravitz on the patio of a seaside café, decked out in his finest beach chic and a pair of rose-colored glasses (because he’d just known Kravitz’s cultured, dorky ass would appreciate the reference). They’d had some halfway decent crepes and lemon tea as the odd cloud flitted overhead, and Kravitz caught Taako up on the astral plane’s latest top-notch gossip. It morphed into a brief but heated discussion over whether or not fishnets should be regulation wear for reapers—Taako’s position was entirely self-indulgent, of course, but no less valid—which was promptly forgotten when the talk of dress code turned into questions about his latest visit to the Amazing School of Magic. “Oh, y’know,” was all Taako had said. “Still amazing. Gave some kiddos a kickass lecture on the virtues of arcane cosmetics. Not that I’d know. Wink.”

Their date was going flawlessly.

And then they’d noticed the clouds.

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anonymous asked:

Your inbox is open, yaaaaay~! May I request headcanons or scenarios where Reaper, 76, and poly!Roadrat have a super small s/o? I'm talking like, 5 feet. You can do just one if you want. I really love my tallbois.

Reaper

He constantly teases you about it. Like this man is a foot taller than you, he loves to goad that over you

You are amorcito and pollito and chiquita and sirenita, all nicknames that indicate you are small and cute. You wanna be upset about it but they’re sweet and the way he smirks when he says them to you

He doesn’t underestimate you though, he grew up around fierce, short women and even in his teasing he’s still respectful of you. He also knows that if you explode, he better run though

You are constantly in his lap because he likes having his tiny little s/o in his lap and nuzzling the top of your head

Soldier: 76

This overprotective man is so worried about his tiny lover, like can you say mother hen? He fusses and you take it in stride, rolling your eyes at him 

When you are angry he listens to your concerns and listens and when you are calm and he has fixed what was wrong, it’s a gentle teasing of how cute you are when you’re angry

He enjoys throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you around and at first you’ll protest but it’s sweet and he’s holding you close and you love it

poly Roadrat

((So my OC Ava’s height is 5′1″ so this was the easiest one for me to do lol))

When the boys don’t have their weapons on, you are constantly riding their back, they absolutely love to feel you holding onto them. Mako cradles you in his arms a lot, especially if there’s a lot of trekking going on. It’s difficult for your short legs to keep up with their long steps. 

Jamison has a million nicknames for how tiny and cute you are and he never tires of telling you how small you are compared to him and Hog and you just giggle and smile at him. Hog typically calls you shortstuff or shortcake, both said in a very sweet manner

Jamison constantly puts you on his shoulders so you can actually reach Roadhog’s mask or lips without having to beg the man to bend down. Now, Roadhog has absolutely no problem bending over but you like feeling tall and he loves to run around with you on there before giving in for kisses

You can scramble up their bodies with no issue, the vests they wear making that fairly easy to do

In dangerous situations, neither one of them would pause, picking you up and tucking you under their arm and running with you. Mako has taken both you and Jamison under his arms before taking off running

Both love to throw you and toss you into the air, you love it because it’s fun and because you can play a tiny lookout. Mako has no problem throwing you several meters into the air so you can get a look of the environment, you never concerned that he might drop you

anonymous asked:

yes hi can i please ask for a Deviant!RK900 and reader teaching him how to be affectionate.. thank you<3

[Oh that’s a cute one - finally some fluff. It’s kinda short cuz I’m super tired but hella inspired rn-]

“Like this?” The RK900 model asked as he shifted in the most awkward way possible around your body. His chest pressed flush against your back, leaning his most of his weight on you.

Forcing a smile, you tried to shift around but found it nearly impossible to move. Chuckling quietly to yourself, Connor wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you snug against him.

“You’re doing better than last time Connor-…way better.” It was true. Last time he attempted to be the big spoon he was literally the metaphorical embodiment of an octopus.

He stopped moving entirely, simply settling for letting his nose hesitantly nuzzle the crook of your neck.

He was getting better at it at least. His body curled tentatively yet protectively around yours, Connor was long enough wrap entirely around you. His legs tangled with yours and he finally went still, finally some-what satisfied.

It all went silent for a solid few seconds, until the android asked in a timid, hushed voice, “Can I-…ask you a personal question?”

Shifting just a little in his tender hold, you hummed in approval, and he took that as his go-ahead.

“Why do you find this so pleasant?”

Okay, so that was pretty blunt. Your cheeks heated up, eyebrows furrowing in concentration.

“Well-” reaching for one of Connor’s hands, you intertwined your fingers with his and gave his palm a gentle squeeze. Shortly after that little gesture, he eventually reciprocated.

“First of all it feels nice and warm,” the way his hand softly squeezed yours brought a small grin onto your face. A shiver snaked its way down your spine when Connor gently nuzzled his nose into your hair.

“Second of all it makes you feel pretty safe when you’re with the right person,” Connor’s arm that was wrapped around your waist pulled you just a tad bit tighter, bringing you just a bit closer to his chest.

“You’ll know what I’m talking about sooner or later,” you leant back against the android, sighing through your nose with your eyes fluttering shut. The sight has Connor going quiet and he can only lay still and stare for a while. Drowsiness eventually sweeps over you and Connor simply studies your peaceful face, and only when he completely deems you unconscious, he hesitantly tucks stray locks of your hair behind your ear. Then his palm goes to tenderly caress over the skin of your cheek.

You’re right, he processes. In an odd way it sends his programming to spiral out of control with irrational instructions…or as his previous predecessor would call them, ‘emotion’s.’

He’ll get the hang of it eventually. He just needs some time…that and he lets you sleep peacefully curled up in his warm embrace.

anonymous asked:

I'm feeling really depressed right now (hopefully I'll be better by the time y'all post this, if you choose to)... can I please just have something happy/comforting with the RFA/V/Saeran? I know this is really vague and a lot to ask for but I just need a pick me up;; thank you for your time

Hope this brightens your day and makes you smile, anon! Feel better~ 

Also, thank you to everyone who joined our live and contributed to this post! 

General fluffy headcanons: RFA+ Saeran + V


Zen:

  • He loves if you let him play with your hair
  • He’d braid it, do different styles, might even curl it or something for you
  • He loves it even more if you do his hair…even if you make a mess, he loves the feeling of your fingers running through his long locks
  • Zen’s first instinct is to grab you in the morning, and his warm hand would rest against your bare waist
  • He often wakes you up by peppering you with kisses
  • If you’re having trouble painting your nails on one hand, he’ll gladly do it for you
  • He’s so meticulous and gentle as he coats the layers on, and he talks to you in the this really sweet voice as he does so
  • He especially enjoys little domestic moments
  • Like if you need a jar opened, or something off the top shelf, or you need to mix some tough batter
  • It makes him feel lucky to have you in his  life and be so normal around someone

Yoosung:

  • He loves making you meals
  • He’ll even stay up a little later at night just so he can make your lunch for work/school look cute
  • He’s always the one insisting on watching movies before you go to bed
  • He likes the feeling of cuddling you just before sleep
  • Except…he always falls asleep a little after the movie starts even though he denies it
  • It doesn’t matter how long you two have been together, you still have the power to make him flustered with the littlest things
  • One compliment or one peck on the cheek makes him all giddy and nervous
  • He’s such a cuddly boy
  • Always in the mood for scooping you in his arms and snuggling on the couch
  • He likes to find new spots like cafes or dessert shops together
  • If you really like a coffee or pastry, he’ll try to make his own version at home to show you his own love–with extra sweetness

Jaehee:

  • Enjoys anything you make her that is coffee flavored
  • She keeps talking about it too, like gushing over every detail because she loves it so much
  • Also, she tends to get stressed really easily so tons of Spa dates
  • Except, she has this one ticklish spot…and if the masseuse hits it, she starts giggling and then you start giggling because she’s giggling
  • Matching keychains is a must
  • After a tiring day at work, you two will collapse on the couch and your limbs will somehow end up entangled
  • It looks really odd, but Jaehee finds it
  • Lots of kaoroke nights
  • You both fangirl over a lot of the same songs
  • So when you two come together on kaoroke night, it is a rush of badly sung songs, lots of jumping and dancing, and the most fun either of you have ever had

Jumin:

  • This guy has a jacuzzi in his house…and also a guilty pleasure of bath bombs
  • Everytime he goes on a business trip, he’ll bring back some
  • He likes to take baths with you a lot and he always has those bombs that have jewelry inside–customized just for you
  • He’ll make you strawberry pancakes on weekend and give you breakfast in bed
  • Complete with a your favorite flower in a little vase
  • He’s usually a quiet person, but when it comes to wine, he will go onto this long-winded explanation of what wine goes with what cheese and fruit
  • His eyes get really bright and it’s the most animated you’ve seen him–it’s really cute
  • He’s usually up before you, but if you are cuddling him first thing in the morning, he will stay in bed a little longer
  • You do love the rare occasions where you wake up earlier than him, because he tends to grab you in his sleep  and cuddle you close to his chest while nuzzling your cheek
  • It’s the sweetest thing


Seven:

  • PRANK. WARS.
  • Except, he’s always one step ahead of you so, you rarely ever get him
  • But he tries to be sweet about it and, from time to time, will walk into the prank just so he can see you jump around all happily
  • He likes to be super cheesy and take you on impromptu picnics
  • He’d try to make sandwiches and be cute with it…but it doesn’t come out very well
  • You still eat it though even if brought back-ups from the convenient store just in case
  • Also Dr. Pepper in wine glasses and HBC is a must
  • When he has a long day, he’ll trudge around the house and find you
  • He slink right into your arms, and snuggle his head into the crook of your neck
  • His body is really warm when he’s sleepy, so it’s hard to pull away
  • These cuddle sessions usually end up with eskimo kisses
  • He LOVES when you run your fingers through his hair, and you can swear he’ll start purring any second

Saeran:

  • His favorite thing to do with you is cloud-gazing
  • You two don’t even have to say much, but he likes intertwining his fingers with yours and watching the clouds go by
  • Sometimes you’ll point out shapes together and he’ll laugh if you point out some weird ones
  • He loves baking with you…but you don’t like baking with him
  • The little sneak always manages to eat so much cookie batter
  • You turn around for one second and half of it’s gone–but you can’t be mad for long seeing his gummy smile
  • He takes a while to warm up to the idea of cuddling
  • But after awhile, he ends up getting addicted to the feeling of your warmth against him

V:

  • You are his constant model
  • He has albums full of just your photos–candid, posed, whatever
  • He likes editing them because it’s an excuse to stare at your beautiful face for hours
  • His favorite photos are ones where you took of yourself to be sneaky
  • You didn’t expect him to print them out and put one in his wallet
  • Still, it was cute cuz he would smile whenever he got something out of his wallet
  • He calls you by the most elaborate nicknames
  • Nothing like “cutie” or “sweetie”
  • More like “beloved” or “my desert flower”
  • You tried to get him to call you something simple, but poor guy just goes for the thing closest to him
  • “My delicate…spoon?”
  • Ah, well, he tries and it’s cute

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obi-kenobi-wan  asked:

So, lately I have been thinking on an AU where Obi-Wan is in an accident and somehow is de-aged back to when he was about 19-20. The kicker being that all his memories he made after that age are now gone and he basically wakes up to a war he knows nothing about, his master long dead, and this new Jedi Knight named Anakin worrying over him more like a lover than anything.

He’s struggling.

That’s not unusual.

Obi-Wan has struggled a lot through the years since he became a padawan to Master Qui-Gon though after the initial terrible start and the years after it, they’ve made peace with each other and found a balance.

There had even been pride in Qui-Gon’s eyes when he had looked at Obi-Wan and his accomplishments, the look in the older mans eyes setting a glow in his stomach.

But his master is dead.

He can tell his master is long gone because he can’t feel him at all anywhere and he and Master Qui-Gon has the strongest connection in the temple that has been seen in decades. And he can’t feel him at all.

And the galaxy is at war.

The Jedi are…generals?

His hands tremble a bit and Obi-Wan tries not to let it show, takes a deep breath to try and release his fear and anxiety into the Force as he has been taught. ‘Be in the here and now Padawan mine.’ A warm voice echos in his voice.

Slowly he lifted his head to look at the others in the tent, meeting the worried blue eyes of a blond. “So what you’re saying is that I was…deaged? Knight Skywalker.”

The man winces. “Please, call me Anakin. You…yes. I’m not sure how old you are but the Sith artifact has clearly made you into a much younger man.”

“I’m nineteen.” Obi-Wan murmured, struggling with it again. Yesterday he had gone to bed in his quarters in the Jedi temple, he had been thinking about his exam and how good his Master smelled, desperately shielding the last thought from their bond.

Obi-Wan wrapped his hand around his braid, giving it a minor tug to try and center himself as he avoided looking at the people in the tent.

“Skyguy, we got through to the Council, Master Yoda says we should return to the sight of the change and he’s sent of Master Plo and Madam Nu to see if they can help us figure out how this happened.” The young togruta is back and is looking at him with the same fascinated expression as she had earlier.

“Good, perhaps they can get answers and we can get Obi-Wan back to normal.” The blond, Anakin, is looking at him again with those eyes so full of…of…

Of what?

The man is clearly more worried about him then is normal.

Obi-Wan isn’t sure what to do about this information.

He’s confused and lost and his master is not there to help him and apparently he’s in the…future?

For him its the future at least.

Force this was all wrong and he desperately reached for some kind of equilibrium that was fading out of his grip.

“Obi-Wan?” Someone took his hand and pulled it from where he was desperately tugging on his braid, forcing Obi-Wan to look at…Anakin?

The blond gave him a small smile, gently rubbing his hand between his own. “Its going to be alright Obi-Wan, its going to be alright.” He assured as he rubbed.

“…You have a mech hand.” Obi-Wan offered quietly instead, desperately latching onto the fact as if it was somehow important.

“Yes, I lost my arm.” The other hummed, giving a small smile. “And lightsaber. You were very worried about me at the time.”

“I was?” Obi-Wan was so lost.

“Yes, you were my master. You trained me.”

Oh, that made the level of concern make some sense at least. Force knew he worried about Qui-Gon all the time.

“…My master is dead, isn’t he. I can’t feel him.” Obi-Wan whispered, watching the other closely as if to get an indication of his emotions. And Anakin Skywalker wore his emotions on his sleeves, he could tell by the way he shifted and the look in his eyes that Obi-Wan was completely right.

“Yes. I’m sorry Obi-Wan.”

Obi-Wan pressed his lips together, struggling to release the overwhelming grief out of his systems. “Have…I trained you?”

“Yes.” Anakin was smiling at him, still rubbing his hands.

“Was I a good master?” Obi-Wan latched onto that almost desperately, green eyes wide.

“The best. You taught me very well.”

The knight hesitated a bit before reaching out and cupping the back of Obi-Wan’s head, pulling him forward and resting the padawan’s forehead against his shoulder. “Its going to be alright Obi-Wan. We’re going to fix this.”

“What if we can’t…what if this is how I’m stuck now? I don’t…have a master…” Obi-Wan wanted to say so much more. Say how lost he was, about how confused he was. But…

Nothing else came from him as he pressed his forehead against the others shoulder.

“Well…if nothing else, then I know the worth of your skills. You’re a Jedi after all.” Anakin smiled, stroking the short copper hair.

“…You’re very gentle with me. Are we lovers?” Obi-Wan couldn’t help but question.

Ahsoka choked on her own spit in surprise as Anakin recoiled in shock, blinking at Obi-Wan who blinked back, flustering a bit. “N-No. I mean, we’re brothers in arms. Best of friends.”

“Oh, I’m sorry if that offended you…you just…kind of fall in under my type.” Obi-Wan shrugged.

‘Master Obi-Wan has a type?’ Ahsoka marveled at.

“Your…type?”

Apparently Anakin wondered about that too as he stared at him.

Flustering at the attention, Obi-Wan tugged on his braid. “Yeah…taller then me, blond, bit longish hair and blue eyed…I mean…I only had one not fall into all categories.”

Anakin blinked, mind flashing to Siri and Satine. “I see…that explains a few things.”

“I…I must have been a closed off master if you didn’t know that.” Obi-Wan tried awkwardly.

“…No, I think you were just a very hurt master.” The knight offered quietly, thinking back to those first few days in the temple. ‘Only one didn’t fall into all categories huh…I bet that one was someone you spent the most time with.’ It explained quite a few things about Obi-Wan’s behavior back then.

“…So we’re friends then.” Obi-Wan latched onto that.

“Yes. Good friends. Best of friends.” Anakin grinned a bit. “We have each others back. And this is our padawan.” He gestured to Ahsoka who waved happily.

“Our?”

“Well technically mine but eh, we share custody.” Anakin laughed.

Obi-Wan blinked then chuckled a bit in amusement. “Is that so. Well then.” He stood slowly and gave Ahsoka a bow. “Its a pleasure to meet you my padawan.” He teased a bit, eyes sparkling.

Ahsoka squeaked then bowed back, giggling happily. “Oh no, no one told me Master Obi-Wan was cute as a padawan.”

Obi-Wan promptly turned deep red.

shiraw  asked:

43. “Are you drunk?” Paperhat :3. I love your writing too. You're just amazing!!

“Are you drunk?”

Dementia stepped into Dr. Flug’s private quarters cautiously. She eyed the empty bottles of cheap beer scattered across the floor, and then her friend, who sat slumped over at his desk. Slowly, she picked her way over to him, and laid a hand on his shoulder

“Flug are you-” Suddenly, Flug snapped to attention, nearly falling backwards out of his chair, and staring at Dementia through fogged up goggles. He stammered out,

“Wha? What are you… oh…”  He reached up under his crinkled bag and rubbed at his eyes. “HEy, DementiA!”

“Ah jeez, Flug, how much did you drink?” Dementia asked. The doctor held his hand in front of his face and tried to count on his fingers.

“Uhh… one, two…. Three??? Four. Maybe 5?” he muttered. Then Flug lurched in his chair and stood up to face Dementia. “ ‘M not sure!”

Taking another look, Dementia noticed their were were only 3 beers that were actually empty on the floor; she sighed internally in relief.

“All right, how ‘bout you sit down and we can have a lil’ chat,” she said. Then she guided her friend back into his seat, and hoisted herself onto his desk. “Why’d you feel like drinking?”  

Flug slammed him face down onto the desk with a loud THUNK, and groaned. His next ‘words’ sounded as if someone had managed to say a keyboard smash out loud, which caused Dementia even more concern.

“FLuuuuuuuggggg, what’s happening in that super smart noggin?” The doctor shifted so he could look the girl in the eye.

“Toooooo, many feeeeeelings, Dem,” Flug slurred.

“What KINDA feelings?”

“Heart stuff, like, bang bang in my chest and uhhhhhhhh, ya know?” Dementia was trying so hard not to laugh, but the way Flug was looking at her like he’d just revealed some big secret made her double over with laughter.

“You have a crush on someone!! Oh my gosh are you serious!? That’s why you’re drinking!!??” Even with his bag on, Dementia could tell that Flug was blushing, as the skin disappearing under the bag’s fringe was turning pink.

“I-its not f-funny DEM!” Flug shouted and folded his arms tightly across his chest like a pouty child. “I *hic* don’t want to feeeeeel things about him.”

“HIM!!!??? HIM!!!!!” Dementia jumped off the desk and began to bounce in front of Flug on tip-toe. Flug made that keyboard smash sound again, then promptly fell out of his chair and began to roll across the floor in no particular direction, just to get away from Dementia. She followed close behind. “Unless you’ve been getting out of the house Flug, which I KNOW you haven’t, there is ONE him in this house and-”

“StttoooooOOOOPP,” Flug groaned and slapped his hand up at Dementia’s face, then curled into tighter ball on the floor.

“I can’t believe this!”

“I’m gonna kill yah… and then ‘M gonna drown myself with drink.”

“No you’re not, silly! You and I are gonna swap stories about Blackhat now, and both reminisce over our mutual love for him! Although…” Dementia laid down and next to Flug and rested her chin on his shoulder. “Your ‘love’ is probably more genuine than mine, come to think of it. You’ve worked with him longer, know him better than any of us, and honestly sometimes I think I like him just cause he’s the only person around worth liking!” Flug glared at Dementia over his shoulder.

“I find that offensive, “ he huffed. Dementia made a gagging noise and then pushed him away from herself.

“That wasn’t meant to say you’re not worth liking, ya dolt. Just that you’re more like a brother to me or something,” she said. “Or like, you’re my best friend, and it would be weird to like you.”

“Yeah, whatever, Dem….” For a moment, Flug fell silent, as if he had snapped out of his slightly drunken stupor and become very much aware of what was happening all around him.

“What do you mean by all that though?” he asked quietly.

“Well, I guess I mean what you’d probably have a chance with Blackhat. I mean, I see the way that he looks at you after filming, when you’ve gotten hurt in some way? He seems worried, and he always tells 5.0.5 to check on you. A few times, I’ve even caught him checking in on you’re while you sleep, or carrying you to your room if you crash in the lab. He’s gentle in those moments, and I never see him like that anywhere else, or with anyone else.” Dementia crawled over Flug’s prone body to curl up facing him.

“You see, he acts really tough, but I’ve seen him with genuine fear in his eye over losing you. That one time you got kidnapped and held for ransom, he acted cool and collected when giving 5.0.5 and I instructions, but I saw him tearing apart everything in his room afterwards in rage. He… he almost killed me when he learned that I had failed to protect you…but you see, I know he cares for me too, ‘cause he didn’t. And later, when we got you back, he patted me on the back and said ‘you’re forgiven, but don’t let that happen again.” Dementia rolled onto her back, so he didn’t have to see the way that Flug was staring at her through his goggles.

“Now, you may say that Black hat just cares about you because you make him money, but… I don’t think that’s it, Flug. We’re his family in a way, and he won’t ever admit that, but we know it’s true. “ Dementia giggled. “I’m his annoying little sister, 5.0.5 the overly affectionate pet, and you? You mean the most to him, you’re… what he wishes was his love.”

The room fell silent.

As Flug’s gaze bored into the side of her head, Dementia grew increasingly uncomfortable, until she shot up to her feet and shouted,

“Well you know, I’m probably actually a lesbian for all I know!”

That got Flug laughing.

“Hey don’t laugh at me, mister! I have seen, like one girl, and she was hella hot okay! I saw her outside and was just like ‘wowie! Look at that artwork strolling down the street! Hey! It’s not FUNNY!” Flug was wheezing with laughter, sitting up and holding his sides trying to breathe.

“Holy Shit, DEm! I’m gonna die!” he gasped. Then that moment of awe striking clarity ended, and Flug became slurred with his drunkenness again.

Struggling to his feet, Flug began to stumble towards the door, but Dementia caught him, asking,

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m gonna go get Blackhat to confess his love for me!” Flug slurred. Now any good friend would have sat their friend down and told them to sleep off the drink so they didn’t do something they’d regret in the morning. Dementia, was not a good friend.

“Holy shit, I gotta see this go down! Let me get my phone!”


The next morning

Phone recording—

“Hey, it Dementia, here to bring you the aftermath of Flug’s Drunken Shenanigans! Let’s see what’s behind door number 1!”

“GET OUT DEMENTIA!!”

“OH MY GOSH YOU GUYs-”

“IF YOU ARE ABOUT TO IMPLY WHAT I THINK YOU’RE GOING TO IMPLY YOU’RE WRONG!”

“Wha? What’s going on? Dementia?”

“Flug! Flug what happened!!! You’ll tell me the truth!!”

“What? Nothing happened Dementia, we just feel asleep.”

“YEAH, SO GET OUT NOW!”

“You guys are boring! You just cuddled and-”

“THERE WAS NO CUDDLING!!”

“Actually sir-”

“YOU GET OUT TOO FLUG!”

“But sir I-”

“I WAS JUST MAKING SURE YOU DIDN’t KILL YOURSELF WHILE YOU WERE DRUNK!”

“Then why did you hold on so tightly and start purring like a-”

“OUT! OUT! OUT!”

—end recording

“Sooooo, that went better then expected,” Dementia hummed. Staring Flug down as they both stood outside Blackhat quarters, where he had just slammed the door in their faces, she grinned mischievously and winked. “So what did happen, in there, Flug?”

“I don’t kiss and tell, Dementia.” Flug stated firmly.

“So you DID kiss him!!” Flug began to stammer and blush.

“NO! I didn’t say that!!

“It was implied! I’m gonna go shout this from the rooftops!”

“No you’re not!”

“Am too!” Dementia took off running down the hall.

“Get back here!” And with that, Flug sprinted off after her.

Meanwhile, in his quarters, Black hat sat at his desk with his head in his hands. Damn his cute scientist, and damn that annoying Dementia, he thought. They were going to be the end of him.


I hope this is to your liking? I was laughing for a good portion for writing this, and so thank you for this wonderful request! Anyone and everyone feel free to send me more writing prompts!

A Place to Stay [Ralph/Reader]

i love you too nonny!! && i see why u guys love this dude so much ,, he’s so cute i love his lil happy thing he does (and that he uses his knife to wave a ‘come on’? oh man it’s great & i love him,,,)

i’m thinking of making a part two?? but idk right now ,, im hungry hahah;;;

warnings: slight ooc? i’ll have to uh read/write him more to get a better feel sorry,,,

pairings: reader + ralph

The sound of thunder made you flinch and look around for any immediate shelter. You could see the sign for a motel, but you had no money; from looking a bit more, you saw an abandoned lot that housed a car with a broken window.

You bit your lip as lightning lit the dark night’s sky, with thunder rolling a few seconds later. A drop of rain landed on the top of your head as you moved towards the abandoned house near to the lot.

“It’ll be okay,” you murmured, trying to find a way into the fence. You couldn’t see any, but-

“Why are you here?” The voice had a childish, scared hint to it. Your eyes searched the other side of the fence, before landing on an android. He held a knife in his hands, pointed towards you.

“I- I need a place to stay,” you swallowed the lump in your throat as the rain started to fall faster. “Please, just- just for tonight, and you’ll never have to worry about me again, I swear.”

“How does Ralph know you aren’t here to hurt him?” So his name was Ralph. “Ralph has been hurt by humans before, he doesn’t trust them, oh no,” he continued, his words turning into mumbles closer to the end.

“I- I can’t show you like an android would, but I can- all I can do is give you my word.” Tears started to bubble in your eyes as lightning streaked the sky, followed closely by deafening thunder. “Please,” you choked out.

The android left, and you felt panic settle into your chest before he returned with a pair of… wire cutters? You watched, still panicked, as he started to snip around the bottom of the fence, before tugging the piece up. “Hurry up,” Ralph hissed quietly.

At the command, you dropped and crawled under the fencing. The android let it go once you were through before grabbing your wrist and pulling you inside of the old, worn-down house.

You stood still, in what seemed to be the living area, waiting for Ralph to let good your arm. He was muttering to himself, asking why he would let a human in- they hurt him, after all, so why let one in?

“Ah, M- Mister?” you questioned. He never really introduced himself to you; it’d be rude to call him by his name. Once you were sure his attention was on you, you gently tugged at your arm. “I- Not that I, uh, mind, but…” Your cheeks started to heat up before Ralph pulled away.

Apologies started to stumble out of his mouth, and you did your best to calm him down. You held your hands up, but didn’t touch him- what with the scarring on his face, you assumed that he wouldn’t enjoy being touched. “Mister, it’s okay,” you tried, bending down to look into his eyes.

“Ralph,” he said, staring at you before worrying on his lip. “Ralph’s name,” he supplied, as if to make sure you knew.

You gave him a gentle, patient smile. “My name is _____,” you answered softly, lowering your hands as slowly as you could. “It’s nice to meet you, Ralph. Thank you for letting me stay.”

“No- it’s no problem, as long as _____ doesn’t hurt Ralph.” He glanced around. “Ralph will be in the other room. Do not cause trouble in Ralph’s home, please.”

“Of course not,” you responded, giving him another patient smile. You watch as he left, before gathering things to make a well-needed fire and some sort of make-shift bed for the night.

As you started to lie down, you could hear scratching coming from the room that Ralph went to. You contemplated checking on him, before deciding that you should. You stood up again before heading to the doorway.

“Hey, Ralph,” you called out softly. The android didn’t say anything as he continued to scratch the walls. “What’s rA9…?” you mumble to yourself as you slowly approach the damaged male. “Ralph?” you question, softer.

He turned to you then, and you felt your heart ache as he gave a simple, quiet “I don’t know.”

“Do you… want me to,” you bit your lip, giving a quick glance around before settling back onto the blond before you. “Would you like me to stay in here, so you aren’t alone?”

He opened his mouth to respond, but was cut off by the thunder outside. You flinched outwardly, hands already starting to grip at your arms.

“Ralph will stay in the living room with _____.” The statement startled you, but you were thankful nonetheless. You gave him a weak smile as the rain started to pound onto the sides of the house.

He motioned you to go back into the living room, and you did; the mild warmth that greeted you was nice. Ralph took a chair at the table and sat down before starting to gently scratch at the wooden surface with his knife.

You finally rested yourself onto the makeshift bed, turning your back to the fire to watch the android for a few moments.

“Is something wrong?” Ralph questioned eventually, eyes moving from the table to stare at you.

“No,” you replied, eyes closing. A smile stretched across your face. “Everything’s good, Ralph. Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, _____,” the android murmured.

localspaceace  asked:

for the drabble thing: otayuri and 32?

#32: “I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.” Yuri blurted the words out before he could even process them. He hadn’t meant to tell Otabek, not yet. Not today, anyway. Yuri clasped a hand against his mouth as his eyes widened, unsure of what to do.

Otabek sat across the table from him. They were out on a not-date because Yuri obviously hadn’t deliberately chosen his outfit to be cat print free in order to seem cool to Otabek while they were out in St. Petersburg for Yuri’s birthday. It definitely wasn’t a date. It’s not like Otabek was wearing a nice cardigan and it wasn’t as if Otabek had flown all the way here so that he could spend time with Yuri for his birthday. It was one of the sweetest things someone had ever done for Yuri. And of course, it didn’t help the Russian’s growing feelings for the older teen.

Yuri wasn’t sure when he had started having… feelings for Otabek. It just kind of happened, as such things tend to do. All he knew was that somehow and somewhere in the past couple of months of daily video chats or phone calls, and of course the constant texting, Yuri fell. And boy, did he fall hard. Suddenly, he couldn’t get the sound of the Kazakh boy’s voice out of his head. Every time he closed his eyes, He saw Beka as if he was permanently burned into his eyes.

It wasn’t easy to figure out what was going on. Yuri’s heart kept skipping beats and he felt short of breath. Not to mention, he was distracted at practice. It wasn’t until Yuuri had pulled him aside to talk with him after practice one day that Yuri started to put the puzzle pieces together.

He was falling in love.

This couldn’t be happening to him, could it? No, it wasn’t happening. It was just a silly crush because Otabek was a couple years older than him and was super cool and was really attractive-

It was happening, and there was nothing that Yuri could do to stop it or fix it. Except for maybe tell the Kazakh teen, but that was too complicated. Then he had to worry about getting rejected entirely and left friendless once more, or worse. Yuri could get friendzoned and have to deal with all sorts of unrequited feelings. That would be horri-

“-ra? Yura, are you okay? You haven’t moved or said anything in two minutes.” Otabek spoke softly, worry creasing his brow.

Yuri blinked rapidly, realizing that he had gone into his own little world and slowly lowered his hand from his mouth slowly. He nodded once and mustered up the courage to speak, hoping his voice wouldn’t betray him. “Yeah, I’m… I’m fine. It’s just, that’s not what I wanted to say.”

Otabek cocked an eyebrow. “So you didn’t mean it?”

“No, no, no! I mean, yes? Ugh…” Yuri stumbled through his words, trying to recover before Beka thought he was lying to him. “I meant it! I just wasn’t expecting to tell you right now.”

“Oh.” He said softly, a gentle blush dusting his tanned cheeks.

“I’m sorry if I made things between us awkward…”

“Yuri.”

The sound of his actual name rather than a nickname startled the Russian. Beka almost always called him ‘Yura’, so what changed? What was wrong?

“As long as you have feelings for me and I have feelings for you, things could never be awkward between us.”

“Wait… You? You have feelings for me?” Yuri watched as Otabek nodded. “Really?”

His fears quickly dissipated as a smile appeared on Otabek’s face. “I’ve had the biggest crush on you since I saw you in Yakov’s training camp. I only realized that I was in love with you shortly after your exhibition skate.”

Yuri blushed. “And you’ve just been waiting to see if I returned those feelings this whole time?”

“I’ve known for a while, Yura. You weren’t exactly subtle about it once you realized that you had feelings for me. You got a lot more nervous when you talked to me, but it gradually disappeared and we were back to where we had been before you discovered your feelings. If anything, we started to actually flirt, though I don’t think either one of us really knew that we were.”

“So what does this mean for… Us?”

“I, for one, like the sound of ‘us’. Why don’t we start there?” Beka sat back in his chair, seemingly very content at how their not-date-turned-maybe-date was going.

“Like, boyfriends?”

“Yeah. Boyfriends.”

Yuri beamed. “Okay then.”

“So, are you going to be my boyfriend or not?” he smirked and it made Yuri melt.

“I think the answer to that is obvious, Beka. Of course I’ll be your boyfriend.” The younger teen rolled his eyes but had one of the biggest smiles Otabek had ever seen from him.

It was definitely a date.

FIN

anonymous asked:

I'm kinda curious - in your opinion how Chocobros will express/experience "baby fever"? Or they would brought aspect of "let's have a baby" to their partner in some other, refrain way?(But baby-fever Chocobros! Cuuuuute!)

SO CUTE.

I love thinking about what the bros will be like as dads, ugh such cuties. I ended up adding a couple sentences about their kiddos because why not (。・ω・。)


Baby Fever

Noct:

Noctis would be so shy about bringing up having kids. He’d probably spend a lot of time longingly looking at parents with their kids before even thinking about mustering up the courage to talk to his partner. And before saying anything, he’d test the waters. He’d occasionally mention a child they’d see in passing or talk about his childhood, trying to gauge how his partner felt about having children.

Once he finally worked this out inwardly, Noct would create a real awkward pause in conversation before saying something about wanting to be a dad. His partner would stare at him for a long moment, processing what the prince just said. He’d then kiss them and stammer out something like, “I’ve been thinking… er… can we have a baby? J-just… think about it for now. I love you.” Knowing Noct, he’d end up saying this right before a goodbye, leaving both him and his partner to think about the encounter until they saw each other again.

Noct would end up having a son then a daughter. He’d be a great father to both, spending a lot of quality time with them regardless of the duties he has as king. His son would be more gentle and reserved, his daughter the one with a fiery spirit and a real stubborn streak.

Prompto:

Prompto wouldn’t make anything known verbally for a long while. It would all be in actions that his partner would have to pick up on. Honestly, Prompto probably wouldn’t even be aware of how much he wants to be a dad until his partner flat out asks him. He’d mention it in passing once or twice, but it would never be in-your-face or stupidly obvious.

As for the actions themselves, it would be cute little things like mentioning how cute certain baby clothes were. He’d be the kind of guy to point out an outfit in a store and mention how cute it would look on an actual baby. And he’d love talking about potential names. If he heard a name he’d like, he’d casually say something about the name, possibly mentioning he might name his child that.

When at parties, gatherings, or any place with kids, Prompto would somehow end up being the one to hold the babies or toddlers. He’d also spend a lot of time down on the floor, playing with the babies and their toys and allowing the toddlers to climb all over him. Just imagine how giggly and loud Prompto would be. Simply adorable.

Prompto would be an amazing dad to two, possibly three, daughters. The girls would be a few years apart in age, but they would be extremely close to one another and have a great relationship with their father. He would always be the kind of dad to have tea parties with his girls, but not hesitate to proceed to chasing them around their home, picking them up and tickling them, all the while shouting something about being the “tickle monster.”

Ignis:

As we are all aware, this guy would have done a lot of thinking prior to even deciding if he wanted to be a father. It wouldn’t have been blatant though. It would be gradual, involving passing conversations with parents, thinking about his own childhood, balancing a budget, figuring out where they’d live and where the baby would sleep, etc.

After thinking about it for what feels like forever, Ignis would bring up the conversation with his partner while they were cuddled up together after a long day. He would mention his desire to be a father and the fact that he thinks they’d be great parents. When they say yes, he’d laugh slightly before kissing them, unable to contain how excited he was for the change that would be coming to their life. Within a few days, Ignis would make sure his partner started taking prenatal vitamins - he wouldn’t want anything to happen to the baby in utero.

Post-Altissia Ignis wouldn’t admit it outright, but he would be terrified to have a child. He would want to be a father, but he’d feel he wouldn’t be able to do his best. Iggy would be aware that he would have his partner’s full support in raising the child, but he would be worried it was creating too much stress for them having to look out for both him and their child. He would be heartbroken that he would never be able to see the faces of his children.

Iggy would have a daughter then a son. He would have it really easy with his daughter because she would be very similar to him - bookish and quiet, sprinkled with sass. On the other hand, his son would be incredibly curious. He’d continually wander off or accidentally get himself into trouble, frustrating Ignis because of his struggle to keep tabs on the boy.

Gladiolus:

Nobody would be aware that Gladio was even thinking about being a father. It would come on very suddenly and strongly. Out of almost nowhere, he’d see a baby and think about fatherhood. He would wait until he was in the comfort of his own motel room home before mentioning anything about it to his partner. And he’d be just as shocked as they are that the words “I want to have a baby” just came out of his mouth.

If his partner even hinted at being slightly interested, he’d take them by the waist and kiss them. He’d work from their lips to their collar bone before saying something along the lines of, “then let’s get started.” His partner would end up laughing, before quickly backtracking and asking him to let them actually think about it for more than two minutes.

Gladdy would be all about having a bigger family. And his poor s/o would be struggling with the fact that they’d be raising three Gladio’s and an Iris. They would have fraternal twin boys, a daughter, then yet another son. Gladdy would train his boys from a young age in the art of war and protection of the crown, but would also be completely willing to take time to mess around with them. He’d also, rather nervously, train his daughter, hating the idea of her being in battle. She’d be his princess that could do no almost nothing wrong.

empressarisu  asked:

Do you know that post about an uber driver surprising passengers with puppies inside their cab? Because I dreamed about it last night but with victuuri. Like, driver!victor with makkachin and his pups at the backseat, then passenger!yuuri enters and victor just stares at him bc wow what an angel??? 'pls marry me we'll travel the world and raise these puppies together???' Lmao it's just so cute too bad i woke up right after that it's such a nice dream ;//

On Victor Nikiforov’s Uber profile it says: prefers passengers with pets.

Yuuri doesn’t have a pet with him, but he does need a ride, so he figures ‘prefer’ is going to have to be the operative word in this situation. Phichit hadn’t been able to give him a ride, something had come up, so he’s leaning against the brick wall outside of a diner. There are waves of rain beating down on the sidewalk in front of him and a tiny, maroon awning is his only savior.

When he sees a white convertible pull up, he squints, wondering if this could possibly be his driver. Deciding to take the risk, he hurries into the rain and peers into the window. There’s a man inside, too blurry to make out, but he’s waving to him, so Yuuri opens the back door.

And…

(No, this can’t be the right car.)

“Come in, you’re going to get soaked!” the man calls, and there’s a playfulness to his voice, an invitation.

“You have dogs,” Yuuri blurts, as though the man doesn’t know that there are currently five brown poodles habituating the back of his fancy convertible.

The man–Victor, Yuuri reminds himself–nods. “That one is Makkachin, he’s the oldest. And that one is Spot–do you see the spot on his back?–and that one is Bella, she’s the troublemaker, and then that’s Charlie…”

“Right, okay,” Yuuri blurts, and he gets into the car, shutting the door behind him. A dog lays down on his lap. He can’t buckle his seatbelt.

“Where are you heading?”

Yuuri swallows. “Um, doesn’t it say in your, uh, thing?”

Victor looks at his GPS. He’s definitely attractive, Yuuri notes. “Yes, I suppose it does. Just trying to make conversation.”

“Oh, right, sorry. Um, I can’t get my seatbelt on.”

“Oh, Makka!” Victor scolds, looking over his shoulder. “You can just push him off, it’s fine. Just be gentle, please.”

Yuuri tries to push the dog off, but he whines and keeps his head on Yuuri’s thigh. He doesn’t have the heart to try again, so he just prays that Victor is a good driver. “So why, um, why the dogs?”

“Why not?”

(Fair enough.)

Victor turns a corner and Yuuri holds onto Makkachin, trying to keep him from slipping. “Aren’t they cute?” Victor asks, sounding hopeful.

“Yeah, they are,” he admits, patting Makkachin’s head. “Are they all poodles?”

“Yes!”

“I used to have a poodle.”

Victor frowns, looking at him through the rearview mirror. “They’re very loyal dogs. They like riding around, meeting passengers. I’ve never seen Makkachin take as much of a liking to one as he has to you, though.”

He blushes and ducks his head. “Really?”

“Really. In fact, it’d be a shame if he were to never see you again after this ride, so maybe you should give me your phone number. So that you can visit. For the dog’s happiness.”

(Well, that escalated quickly.)

He tries to figure out whether or not Victor is asking him out.

But, it’s for the dog’s happiness, after all.

“S-Sure. I mean, I do need rides sometimes….”

“You’ll be my priority customer,” Victor promises. “Now hold on.”

“Haha oka–what?”

They swing around a tight corner, Yuuri is thrown against the door. The dogs don’t look at all disturbed, they maintain their places and pant happily at the man in the front seat. “Sorry about that!”

He clutches his heart. “Yeah… Yeah, no problem.”

“Wow, you’re even cuter when you’re flustered,” Victor muses, watching the rearview mirror again.

Yuuri, on the other hand, watches the road. “Look out!”

He glances down at the road, swings their car to the right. “Don’t worry, it’s fine.”

“D-Definitely fine,” Yuuri repeats, unsure.

Then, they’re at his stop. “See you soon?”

(For the dog, Yuuri thinks.)

(For the dog, and for that man’s stunningly gorgeous eyes.)

“Sure. See you soon.”

gamer-princessx  asked:

I'm sick so could I please have peter parker × reader with a cold headcannons. And btw fuzzy cute socks are the best.

hdsjkfd he’d be the ABSOLUTE sweetest !! luv my baby !!  hope u feel better :)


  • ok the second peter found out that u weren’t feeling well
  • cutie would ALREADY be on his way with ur favorite things
  • tea, snacks, favorite movie
  • a hoodie for you to borrow
  • just in case you didn’t already have one of his
  • and his cuddles
  • once he got to your place, you were quite cautious about him catching it as well
  • as he tries kissing your cheek, you dodge yourself, saying
  • “pete!! i don’t want you getting sick too, that’s not fair.”
  • he gets all pouty cuz ugh he just loves u and cares about his person so much
  • and really, he could care less about getting sick
  • because he knows you’d be right next to him
  • ”i don’t care - as long as i’m with you.”
  • of course, this made your cheeks all rosy.
  • nd it is so sweet cuz peter knows he made u all blushy but he has that cute little smile on his face and keeps his dorky comments to himself
  • but he knowssss
  • anyways so he is SUPER protective in general, but now that you were under the weather - he goes full-on protective of his girl.
  • if you had to get up to pee, peter would panic thinking that you had to throw up or something
  • “wait, are you okay? where are you going? you need to throw up?”
  • “i just have to use the restroom, pete.”
  • and this soft muffin would giggle awkwardly and be like
  • “oh..okay. be careful!”
  • all you had to do was pee but he was cute so u just giggle
  • what a dork
  • always making sure that you have water !!
  • he asks you like every five mins
  • such a sweet boy
  • “d’ya have enough water? want me to get you some more?”
  • “here let me open it for you, they can be tough to open. i know you’re tired.”
  • djsjkcks he’s so cute he would hold the bottle for you so you wouldn’t get it all over yourself !! a sweetheart !!
  • “pete..i can hold it myself, babe don’t worry!”
  • “yeah, but - i wanna help!!”
  • wrapping you up in blankets and always asking if you’re warm
  • “warm enough? do you need more blankets?”
  • and !! he brings a pair of cute star wars socks to cheer you up so your feet aren’t cold
  • “these are so dorky and cute.”
  • “like you.”
  • mfhskvk checking ur temperature every twenty minutes
  • “it’s normal, but i’m gonna check in a second just to make sure it’s not defective.”
  • hdsjkv pete is so cute he even braids your hair after u take a shower
  • “do you want me to brush your hair?”
  • he is so soft and gentle about it
  • that u don’t even know if he actually did it ¿
  • “ah i hope i did okay!”
  • “wait, you finished? i didn’t even know you started.”
  • his confused little grin dhsjkfkd
  • “a long time ago, y/n, what are you talking about?”
  • you eventually just get so drowsy and tired from the medicine that u end up snuggling up against his warm, soft body
  • “you tired?”
  • “mmhmm..” you couldn’t even speak you were so comfortable and content with your pretty boy
  • he just giggles and holds u closer cuz wow he adores u
  • “mkay, go to sleep. goof.”
  • “mmm you’re the goof…”
  • peter giving you sweet kisses on ur face and it makes u maaaaddd shy but u love it
  • and he loves you

anonymous asked:

can you please do a BTS reaction to after a one night stand you start getting dressed, they're afraid you're leaving, but you say "I'm gonna get a slushie, 'cuz I'm hot and thirsty, want one? Or food? Anything? I wanna treat you right." (My friend did this and the girl she was with cried bc she was so sweet)

sorry for having you wait this long (but i’m sure you must have forgotten about this already so). this is so cute!! thanks for dropping this in my asks!


Jin

You let out a small sigh of relief as you finally succeeded in safely navigating the huge apartment and spot your shoes (and the door, because you remember nearly nothing of last night) lying by the front door. you bite your lip as you tiptoe towards them and push a foot into one shoe, wondering whether you were using your thirst as an excuse to sneak away before your absolutely gorgeous one night stand wakes up and has to face the horror that was your morning face (or any face for that matter).

But no. You dismiss the thought with a shake of your head as you slip on the other shoe.You were a responsible person, therefore you would take responsibility for last night’s actions  (as much as you can’t seem to remember them), however awkward they may be.

Of course, it helps that the man you slept with looks like he should be on the cover of every fashion magazine ever published.

Deep in your thoughts, you do not notice the very same man when he pads towards you, half asleep but still concerned.

“Are you trying to sneak away?”

You swore as you jumped, your heart threatening to burst out your chest as his sudden appearance nearly takes the piss out of you. And of course, being you, it was only mandatory that your leap of fear would result in you tripping over your own shows and falling on your own face while your hot one night stand watches in horror.

The man jogs over and crouches, wincing at your whimpers of pain. “Are you alright? I must have scared you. Do you…–”

The rest of his words fade away as you take notice –really take notice– of his face. Memories of kind, understanding eyes and laughter from those lips float up through the haze that your memory has become.

He’s even more beautiful up close, and his gentle hands at your ankle only helped with that newly founded observation of yours.

“–…You seem a bit dazed. I didn’t see it, but did you hit your head? Oh no, do you need a doctor?” He sits back on his heels, worried. “Maybe I should call for an ambulance–”

“No!” You mentally smack yourself in the face in embarrassment. “I just need to…” Trying to remember what you needed through the enraptured haze of having him this close, your desperate gaze falls on your shoes.

The man’s eyes follow yours, and the corners of his mouth droop. “Oh. I’m guessing you don’t want to stay for too long.” He sighs, and moves backwards with the intention of straightening up. “Let me at least call you a cab. ”

“No.” You reach out and grab a wrist, shaking your head. “No, I wasn’t trying to sneak away…Jin.” Your heart thuds as you recollect his name suddenly. “I had a hangover and figured you’d have one too, so I thought I’d–” You squint at Jin’s face. “Are you laughing at me?”

Jin’s slight smile turns into a look of horror. “No! I was just glad. Glad you’re not leaving, I mean. And also because… ” He pursed his lips against another smile and looked down at his hands. “It’s the first time someone’s wanted to do something nice for me and not the other way around.”

He looks up and smiles even brighter when he sees you blushing. “The coffee downstairs is horrible and way too expensive. Maybe I can make you some?”


Suga

You let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and trying to your best to be quiet, slowly unzip the hoodie that you’d found somewhere on the floor and decided to pull on. The slight scent of the coffee you’d bought from the convenience store downstairs wafted through the air, tempting your nose.

You didn’t know (or remember) much about the man you apparently had an (amazing) one-night stand with,  but of one thing you were sure: boy, was he a deep sleeper.

  You were sure he’d wake up the moment you started a racket (hey, you just weren’t a very coordinated person, okay?) trying to figure a way out of the comfy (and bachelor-seeming, thank god) apartment.

You shrug the hoodie off one shoulder and was about to take it off completely, when a surprisingly deep voice you only remembered in snatches from last night interrupts you.

The man props himself up on one elbow. “Are you leaving?”

You turn and face the good looking (very good looking, now that you see him better) man, ready to explain, but he sighs before you get a chance. “I guess you were.” He flopped onto his back again. “And after all that, here I was, thinking we had a connection. Turns out all I have is a hangover.”

You bite a smile back at his dry sarcasm, recalling that it was this very quality of his that had attracted you to him in the very first place. You take the rest of the hoodie off and let it drop to the floor before plopping onto the bed next to him. You grin as he raises an eyebrow.

“Figured as much. That’s why I went downstairs to get us coffee. Believe me, the way you were passed out, I could have left five times and you wouldn’t have noticed.

He stares at you. Then he looks away again, gracing the ceiling with a reluctant but still beautiful gummy smile. “Oh.”

“Yeah,” You grin too and cross your ankles, turning your head to stare at the ceiling in something similar to subdued contentment. “Guess we do have a connection after all.”


Hoseok

It’s not every day you wake up to a man as beautiful as Jung Hoseok, so the moment you open your eyes and take in the simply ethereal being in front of you, you thank whichever god or fate that had made you choose the very bar you met him in last night.
It was just the way the lazy morning light straining through the curtains played across the angles of this man’s face, or the way the hair that (very artistically) fell across his forehead exuded a slight mischievousness that took your very breath away.

From you place on the (ramshackle) bed, you avert your eyes and try to calm yourself down. You wish you could find something to drink, partly to cool the heat suddenly rising to your neck and partly to distract yourself from the snatched recollections of last night.

Water. I need a nice clear glass of ice water. But where?

You bite your lip and slowly prepare to edge yourself out the bed; just when a warm hand wraps itself around your arm, quickly travelling from your wrist to your upper arm. You look down to see Hoseok slowly blinking the sleep out his eyes. “Hey. Don’t leave.” He stretched, dispelling the last of the sleep in his system, slowly focussing on you as his thumb caressed slow circles into your skin. You try to pretend that this doesn’t affect you way more than what is considered healthy for a human heart, and let your head drop back onto a pillow with a floof. Hoseok smiles contently and dropped his hand to yours, firmly intertwining your fingers. “Thanks for not leaving. I meant what I said last night, ____.”

You smile and close your eyes at the memory, something you had dismissed as a whisper in a heated moment.  “I wasn’t going to leave. I just needed a glass of water.“ Hoseok smiles even wider at that and pulls you closer, the innocent gesture a wild contrast from what had transpired last night.

"I’m glad to hear that.”

You laugh. “Okay, but I still need that glass of water. Do you need something, Hoseok?”

He shakes his head, placing a kiss on a mark he himself had left on your shoulder the previous night, then tucks his head into the crook of his neck, the slight smile on his lips shaping themselves across your skin. “Everything I need right now is lying next to me already.”


Namjoon

Jeez, he’s beautiful.

You bite your lip and marvel at the way the sunshine played across the small dips and divots of the muscles in his arms and back. The tan skin that stretched across them seemed to have a glow of its own, a nice golden that reminded you of how heated last night was.

You suck in a breath. Last night. How on earth did you manage to find him?

You place your hands on your hips and swallow, realizing how parched your throat was. Maybe you should find a drink, something to get you ready for the difficult conversation you would have to face once the gorgeous man in the bed woke up.

You snatch your shirt off the back of a chair and slip your arms through it, thinking off what to say when he did wake up. Your mind remains blank, staunchly protesting against its excersise in the absence of coffee.

Sigh. Maybe I’ll just have to wing–

“Uh. ____, isn’t it?”

Shit. You swivel, the neck of the shirt still around your face. “Yeah…uh, Namjoon.”

His eyebrows raise when you remember his name correctly, a smile slowly taking residence over his lips and coaxing dimples out. Crap, he’s cute.

“Yeah.” He blinked at the awkward way you half-wore your shirt. “Do you need help with that?”

Blood rose to your cheeks, embarrassment quickly replacing your admiration of his cute nose. “Uh, no.” You pulled the shirt fully over your head, still flushing, and look around for your shoes. “Now, if I could just find shorts I’d be all–”

Namjoon looks up at you in middle of poking a (toned) leg out of bed. “You’re leaving?”

You pull a shoe out from under the bed and sit back on your heels to meet his eyes, blowing a strand of hair from your eyes. “Yeah, I just–”

Namjoon leaned forward, panic in his eyes. “_____, I know I might be a bit too forward in saying this, but if I didn’t, I’d never forgive myself.” He pulled his pants on and stood up, giving up on buttoning them in his haste. He raised his firm, bony hands in a helpless gesture. “Last night… was amazing. You were amazing. It isn’t just about the sex, but we clicked in a way I can’t explain.” He ran a hand through his hair, spiking it up in frustration. He was a (beautiful) sight, all shirtless, lean frame and unbuttoned dress pants, like a rugged Greek god.

“I know people say one night stands are no strings attached, that commitment has no place in it. But, ____, I for one, don’t want this to stop here. Let’s grab some breakfast and talk this out.” He raised earnest eyes to where you kneeled next to the bed, a shoe in one hand. “Don’t leave,  _____. Please?”

You gulped, and slowly stood up. “Namjoon.” You set the shoe down. “I was leaving to get some water from the kitchen.” You watch as realization, following embarrassment, blooms on his face. “Um, do you– do you want some coffee? With me?”


Jimin

“You’re very quiet outside the bedroom.” You jumped nearly a foot in the air. Clutching at your heart, you turn to face Park Jimin, standing in the doorway to his bedroom, watching you struggle to tiptoe across the apartment floor.

“Excuse me?!”

“I’m not a very deep sleeper, but you still managed to get this far without waking me up. Which is quite a surprise to me, since you were quite loud last night, _______.”

He remembers your name. Jimin remembers your name! “You weren’t so bad yourself, Jimin.”

He grins, perfect teeth catching at his lower lip. The smile transforms his face completely, turning him from a debonair one night standee to cute the-boy-next-door. “Touchè.” He ruffled his hair, and you smile at his cockiness. “We both were pretty loud last night, and a noise complaint from my neighbours is soon expected. But it doesn’t matter, since last night was great, as we told each other throught the course of it.” The smile dropped as he folded his arms, a small wrinkle forming between his eyebrows. “So why leave?”

Your grin falls from your face too when you hear his words. What? “Jimin, I’m not leaving. I mean, I’m not leaving, leaving.” You hold your wallet up. “I wanted to get some coffee for us, or something to eat from the deli I saw downstairs last night.” You bite your lip, slightly pleased (just a bit) at how upset Jimin has seemed when he thought you were leaving.

He raised hopeful eyes towards you, your heart already fluttering. “You’re not leaving?”

“Why would I?”


Taehyung
         
“You don’t have to jump from the window to make your escape. There’s a perfectly functional elevator in the building, and I’m not going to hold you hostage if you want to leave.”

You raise your eyebrows and turn away from the glass of the window, tearing your eyes away from the street below to the boy in the bed.

Still breathtaking, even as he knuckled his own head through a mass of bed hair and squinted at the light pouring in through the window. “The window’s too high anyway.” He said matter of factly.  You realize that he’s not even trying to be rude, Kim Taehyung was just the kind of man to speak his mind however he wanted to in that deep, sensual voice of his. “If you try that route, and break a few legs, I’ll need to take you to the hospital, and you’ll have to spend even more time with me.” He grinned and leaned back on his hands, lean muscles moving beneath the smooth tan skin.

You leaned against the windowsill, matching grin for grin. “Who said that would be a problem? Granted, I’d like to spend more time with you with both my legs intact, but as long as there’s more time, am I right?”

His grin grows wider. “Right.” He leans forward, and locks his hands in his lap. “So you don’t want to leave?”

You shook your head and resumed looking out the window, scanning the street below for what you wanted. “All I want right now is to buy some tteokboki from that vendor I saw hanging around last night, because I’m famished. That’s why I was looking out of the window, to see if I could spot my deliverer of glorious morning snacks.” You grin and bring your finger to the glass. “Speak of the devil.”  You smile as you feel strong arms go around your waist, a chaste kiss that was insignificant compared to last night being pressed to your neck. “Would you be interested in making a purchase with me?”

“Don’t mind if I do.”


Jungkook

Ohgodohgodohgodohgod. How old is he?

You winced at the thought of him being too young. His muscles said otherwise, but his peaceful sleeping face and the small pucker of his (beautifu– ______!) lips told a whole different story.

You let out a small huff of breath and began looking around for your clothes. Be rational, ______. You’re not stupid. You would have known what you were getting into last night. Right? You raise your head too fast, almost throwing out your neck in the panic of considering the possibility that you hadn’t known what you were getting into last night. But you had right?

Your mind was too scrambled, too unorganised to think properly. It was too early, anyway, and the hangover that stood at the threshold of your senses mocked you further.

Coffee. That’s it. You pull your shirt on and straighten up, determined to find the kitchen and get some coffee on. Coffee for two, yeah. Maybe you and Jungkook could talk this over and clear stuff up. Maybe the two of you could even–

“No! Not until you know for sure!”, you reprimand yourself.

“Not until I know what for sure?”

You muffled a scream and whipped around, further startling Jungkook who was already doing a pretty good imitation of a bunny caught in the headlights. “Shit! You scared me!”

“Well– you scared me.”

You place your hands on your hips and concentrate on your breathing.

“Are you alright?”

Gosh, he’s cute– _____! “Hey, would you mind telling me how old you are?”

Jungkook folded his arms, a corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Ah. I’m past the legal age, if that’s what you were wondering.”

“You get asked that a lot?”

“Not much. I’m usually not the type to have one night stands.”

Your heart plummets to the bottom of your boots. “Oh. Are you- are you upset? That we did this?”

He played with the fingers of his hands. “Funnily enough, no.” He cocks his head. You observe that he’s very cute with a clear conscience for the first time. “Are you?”

You shook your head, a little breathless. “No.”

“Then why are you leaving?”

“I wasn’t–” You look down at your half dressed state, the perfect picture of a one night standee that didn’t have the guts to stay around. “I wasn’t leaving.  I just needed some coffee to wake me up, so I was dressing to go check out your kitchen.” You offered Jungkook a tenative smile. “I want to stay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Just for the coffee. And you, of course. I mean, if you–”

He grinned genuinely, and you realized he was fully beautiful, not just simply cute. “Okay. In that case, I shouldn’t give you these.” He shook a pair of jeans in his right hand. “If we’re staying in, then you’d look cuter without them, just like you do right now.”


why do I write so much?

also why do i write everything down on paper and realize at the last moment that i havent actually typed it all up?

jesus. 

p.s. if anyone of you are the ones requesting for english music from our boys: stop. you stan a kpop group. let them kpop.