Jay Park answering to his inner fatherhood instincts xD went straight into the crowd at the mall and started dancing with that little girl that’s sitting on her dad’s shoulders. xD He performed a free show at Starfield COEX Mall just now and as always, there’s a full HD fancam of it courtesy of our dedicated kJwalkerz laduree ~
this is how he takes off his jacket when it got stuck on his arms lol. using his legs xD #relatable
that curly messy hair tho is a blessing.
cos it never gets tiring watching jay dance with kids. this is how jay park becomes a daddy. for real.
Hand in hand, arms swinging and an earphone in each others’ ears, what could be better? Slowly walking down the pathway in the park, you turn your head to face this tall, orange haired boy staring straight into your eyes with his own warm brown ones. Taehyung. Your boyfriend.
“Y/n what are you staring at?” Tae giggled showing his signature, unique smile. “Nothing I was just….” You started but were abruptly cut off by tae rushing off to help a cute, little toddler catch his red animal balloon. You smiled as you watched him hand the toddler back his balloon and then continue on to pester him for a high five before he ran back to his mother.
“Y/nnnnnnn” Tae hummed to a beat, as he started skipping hand in hand with you down the pathway lined with blossom tree’s each side. Suddenly, you both spotted a petite ice-cream stall off to the right and diverted your original route and began to happily saunter towards the ice-cream stall. You couldn’t help but gape in awe at the array of flavors laid out in front of you. In order to see all of the flavors you had to go on your tip-toes in your white Converses and you couldn’t help but notice the little grin that appeared on Tae’s face from your action.
He then came up from behind you and pulled your pinafore down (as it was rising up) and you both decided on your ice-cream flavors. Walking happily towards the benches, you licked your strawberry ice-cream and Tae licked his chocolate flavoured one.
Crash! Suddenly, a sharp, strike of lightening lit up the sky and a clap of thunder followed soon after, along with harsh drops of rain. Next thing you know Tae has grabbed your hand and dragged you under the nearest tree to gain some shelter. “What should we do now y/n?” Tae asked between licks. “I guess we should just go home.” You replied with a pout.
Fortunately, luck was on your side and the bus that led right to outside of your house had just pulled up to the stop. “Okay. On the count of three let’s run to the bus.” You said as you finished off your snack: “One… two…” “THREE!” Tae finished with a shout as you two sprinted crazily towards the bus.
A bus ride later…
You both collapsed through the front door, soaked to the bone. Shaking his head like a dog, Taehyung made his way towards his room to change but unfortunately this was Bangtan’s dorm room; so you had no clothes to change into. Grimacing, you sat on the sofa with water dripping off of your hair and your pinafore making a squelching sound; as you tried to get comfortable. Tae came running out of his room in a hurry, half dressed throwing a large, baggy white jumper at you.
Perplexed, you looked up to question him but he had already rushed back into his room. With a huff you made your way to the bathroom, locked the door and stripped from your sodden clothes. Slipping the jumper on, you felt the bottom of it just touch the top of your knee and the sleeves hang way off of your hands. “Thank god it’s many sizes too big” you chuckled to yourself. Immersing from the bathroom, you made your way towards the kitchen to make you and your boyfriend a warm cup of hot chocolate.
Placing the two mugs of frothy hot chocolate (complete with whipped cream, sprinkles and marshmallows); you sunk into the soft sofa inhaling the scent of Tae from the jumper and flicked through numerous channel to find your guys’ drama of the month… Descendants of the Sun. Once you had found the right episode the familiar voice of Yoo Si Jin rung out from your television. Crashing through his bedroom door whilst pulling up his trousers, Tae rushed to the sofa to watch the show on time.
“Y/n how could you be as heartless as to start the show without me” he moaned dramatically while clasping his chest. You just laughed at him and pulled him down onto the sofa with you and like usual you both snuggled together, with your head resting on his shoulder, his arm over yours and your legs intertwined. Half way through the programme, Tae gently lifted your head by your chin and looked into your eyes; all of a sudden your lips were against each others in a passionate kiss. “I’m shutting your mouth in a sexy way” Taehyung whispered in unison with Yoo Si Jin.
genre; fluffs + mingyu bein a flirt, the good stuff
synopsis; an anon requested a baseball!au with mingyu and though it is no where near as long as woozi’s, it’s just something that i’d been thinking about. basically it’s you and mingyu bein’ cute when he tries to show you how to do his famous pitch and just know it hurt me a lot writing this :’)
“If you keep staring at yourself in the mirror, you’ll miss practice."
The words wryly rolled off your tongue upon watching a very meticulous Kim Mingyu rake crooked fingers through his hair, brows pinched together in pure focus as his gaze bore into the tiny mirror magnetized to his locker. You had been fiddling with his baseball cap for the past few minutes or so, trying very roughly to scrape together some patience.
"My hair looks stupid.” Mingyu mumbled in a manner that made it seem he was containing a conversation with himself. A sigh that stretched deeper than the ocean heaved past your lips, a stiff hand thrusting Mingyu’s baseball cap directly into his chest. You examined how he brushed back his messy bangs of dark gingerbread before fitting the cap rightfully so over his head, giving himself one final inspection that you secretly deemed unnecessary.
“It won’t matter anyways,” you balked to Mingyu while slamming his locker door shut, “your hat is covering it all up.” He faced you with a pout that only brought out the natural pink tint to his lips, sultry eyes of darkened oak gleaning over you petulantly.
“You’re not suppose to agree with me, babe.” The lanky boy protested, though his sulky ways were suddenly disintegrating with a snap, hands pushing up the sleeves on his worn out baseball uniform while he bounced on the heels of his feet.
He was gazing somewhere past the top of your head, presumably littering himself with encouragements to get himself excited for practice. That is until he checked his watch, pupils blowing into full and inky discs before Mingyu was sprinting down the hall.
“Shit,” he had warbled, “I’m 12 minutes late!”
Shocker. You couldn’t avoid thinking, a grin just peaking along your lips as you wandered down the empty hall and out the doors, a glimmer of sunlight languidly washing over the schoolyard.
Mingyu was still rushing toward the baseball field, one of your featherlight chuckle’s ringing in the air upon the sight of a much shorter baseball player whacking him on the head. You made your way to the bleachers to watch him practice, soaking up the sunlight while it was pleasantly available.
Mingyu was the baseball team’s best pitcher, and someone you befriended while accidentally getting hit in the stomach with a baseball bat during eighth grade. He was the one who struck you rather harshly, though it was completely your fault for concentrating on your iPod while approaching some scruffy kid rambling over his, new and improved striking power.
He spent a good amount of breath apologizing to you, but even spent even more breath bombarding you with questions of, did you see my stance though? First impressions were, yeah, he’s kinda dumb and a bit cocky but he’s cute and one of the only people here who talk to me.
You could and would easily say to anyone that you had a strong bond, the two of you sticking it out through the hellish ways of high school. Under a very watchful eye did you get to see that scruffy and kinda clueless kid flourish into some rich gift from the heavens, your heart slamming into your throat when you snatched a proper glimpse of him on your first day of senior year.
Requested by @ha-toon-blr: Oooohhhh for the first kiss thing you are doing… can you make one with exo’s yixing? Thank you!
A/N: With Yixing as my second EXO bias, I dont appreciate this. He is just too cute omo~ Thank you for requesting!
Rain. It was your smoothly until it started to rain- your date that is. Dates with Yixing were sweet and filled with laughter. The truth is, you have been laughing a lot since you started dating Yixing. He was perfect; everything you wanted in a man. He showed off his gentleman side while you were out on dates. Today, he annoyingly tapped his foot on the ground of the secluded coffee shop while he watched the rain fall.
This was the first time you’ve ever seen him in such a mood. This was all understandable though. This was your first time in China. He wanted your first date there to be perfect. His Chinese background made you curious of his home country, so he promised you would join him on one of his promotions.
Your eyes caught his dark glare at the darkening sky. It was only a quarter past four, yet the storm was making the sky a sullen grey, making the mood dim from it’s earlier brightness. With a shy, Yixing nodded, looked back at you. Whenever he looked at you, you felt utterly useless. You felt like a child without its mother. He was older than you, wiser, and way more experienced in the dating field. This embarrassed, despite how many times he tried to explain that he didn’t care. In your heart, you knew he would be the one to make a lot of, “firsts” in your life.
“Let’s get going. I’m sorry about the weather. I promise it’s not usually like this.” He smiled to himself, standing up to grab your hand, helping you out of the chair. You smiled in response, allowing his hand to hold yours.
The both of you were wearing rather nice clothing. He had planned for the two of you to go to a theater, but in this rain, and no car, he knew it would be a problem. Not allowing the rain to damper his mood, he removed his outer jacket, and slung it over the two of you. He took out his phone to call a taxi and nodded. He opened his mouth to speak, but his face was so close to yours. Your noses brushed, causing the both of your hearts to beat. With the rain in the background, he couldn’t help but lean his face in, pressing his lips to yours.
Blank. Your mind went blank as you felt his soft lips on yours. You kissed him back instinctively, a hand reaching up to touch his face. The feeling of your lips on another human, made so many emotions to race your body. You wanted more, you couldn’t believe what happening, you didn’t know what to do next, and you didn’t care, all at once. It was then when he pulled away. A yellow taxi cab had pulled in front of you. He smiled like a little boy, opening the door and letting you inside.
• “don’t sass me sehunnie” • Suitable reactions to EVERYTHING! • Unnecessary amounts of bubble tea • Jogger and jumper days • Couch cuddles • Teaching you dances moves and getting frustrated
.“jagiyah! You need to loosen your movements” “Oh my god!!” “What even is that?!” “Ok, ok, ok I have to admit that it was cute” “You would think that you and chanyeol are twins with the way you two dance” “aish!! Watch your arms”
• He tried his best to make you laugh when your upset by imitating chanyeol • Laughs at you when you trip • Occasional wrestling matches • You showing off your new wrestling moves that you learned from kyungsoo • He lets you were his clothes when he’s not there but secretly loves it when he sees you in them. • When he is upset or annoyed, you shout “NEVER DON’T MIND ABOUT A THING” at him and run to make him grin widely and chase after you because you knew it would aggrivate him and distract him but he knew why you did it
• He rests his head in your lap to admire you or nap • He plays with your hair a lot • Talking in sync with each other • Wants to learn your native language so he can impress your family • He always buys shirts because he knows that you love him in shirts • Always loves your reaction to his new hair colour when the company make him change it. • Nonstop shopping • Overbearing confidence • You persuading him to wear yoga pants and dance to nonono by Apink • He would of course get you attempt his, jongins and chanyeols rap and he secretly records it as revenge • He sends you cheesy letters that make you smile • He prints his ‘yehet intensifies’ face onto a t-shirt for you to wear • Keep a picture of you in his wallet • Makes fun of your height because you’re shorter than he is. • Absolute over the top but undeniably adorable ayego • Constantly telling you what he loves about you • Him getting bashful and shy when you do the same
just kiss like real people do (deancas NYE kiss, 1.2k)
wrote this at 4 a.m. because I wanted to make sure Dean and Cas get their new year’s eve kiss! includes a taxi driver Dean and Cas helping his drunk friend. hope you enjoy!
New Year’s Eve finds Dean alone in the car, a sandwich in his lap, Led Zeppelin playing quietly in the background, with a phone in his hands. He’s thumbing through his Facebook feed with disinterest, watching pictures of his friends and acquaintances that show off their newest party clothes, colourful drinks, pretty girlfriends or cute boyfriends.
It’s his second New Year’s Eve spent at work and he couldn’t be happier—he’s had his share of crazy nights with bad decisions and embarrassing memories. He’s pretty sure it’s better for everyone if he just spends the night driving drunk people home. He didn’t have any other plans for tonight anyway.
He’s just staring at the picture of his friend Charlie, in her silky black dress and with her arm looped around a pretty brunette, when he gets a call from the centre.
It’s still half an hour to midnight and people are probably in the middle of partying, so he’s a bit surprised someone decided to call for a taxi this early. But it isn’t his place to question his customers; he just turns off his phone and drives.
It turns out one of the two guys he picks up can barely stand without leaning into his—kind of cute looking, to be honest—friend. Dean chuckles when they clamber into the backseat, a smell of strong cologne and alcohol wafting through the car.
You do, and it’s infinitely satisfying to kiss his nose and make him blush just before he zooms away. Because you know that wherever he stops, he’ll have pink cheeks and that cute, dumb grin you love so much.
Gets jealous the most
Jealousy in a relationship can be a deadly thing, but with Bart you think it’s adorable because instead of getting resentful and sullen, he just gets extra-snuggly and starts showing off how fast he can run.
Picks the other up
from the bar when they’re too drunk to drive
Neither of you drink very much, and I feel like he’s a bit too wary/watchful to let his guard down like that. But on the rare occasion it happens, either of you are comfortable picking the other up. He loves to carry you home, but he’s not used to carrying people so he has to rest and eat once you get there.
Takes care of on sick
You do - and it almost brings a tear to your eye, how appreciative he is. Every little thing that you do without a though - soup, blankets, cool cloth - he accepts with a surprised, wide-eyed ‘thank you.’
Drags the other
person out into the water on beach day
Definitely him. In his days the seas are dead and toxic, so in the past he came back to save he loves the beach. Although, he has to stick to the shallow water/ wading, since he hasn’t learned to swim yet.
He does, and he’s insanely good at it because he can vibrate his hands. It works wonders for sore shoulders.
He actually can’t stand being confined in a car, so if you have to go somewhere, you’ll drive and he’ll run. You don’t complain, though - no arguments over the music, and it leaves more space for your stuff when you go on vacation.
Brings the other
lunch at work
Both of you bring each other food so often it’s almost weird - you’re like a pair of birds or something. He does it because food was scarce when he was a kid, so to him, sharing it is an expression of love. You do it because you love how enthusiastic he gets about it.
Has the better
It never really specified how things were with his biological parents in the Reach future, but since he’s come back the Flash fam have taken him under their wings, and Barry and Iris are amazing parents.
Good lord almighty, he is a terrible dancer. Even without alcohol. But you never mind, though, because you’re just as bad and you dance terribly together.
Still cries watching
You and he have been steadily working through a long list of ‘must-see’ movies (curated by you) and when you got to Titanic, both of you were sobbing your hearts out and holding each other by the end of it. Damian Wayne made the mistake of walking in, scoffed in disgust and left.
Firmly believes in
Meh…costumes really aren’t your thing as a couple. Although he does like to dress up and explore clothes that are available now.
Breaks the expensive
gift rule during Christmas
Gifts weren’t really an option when he was growing up, what with the Reach Apocalypse and all. Now that they are, and he has money (he’d get a part-time job or something just leading up to it) he loves buying you things and surprising you with little cards and things.
Makes the other eat
Like any speedster has to be reminded to eat. His nickname (given by your parents) is ‘food stealer.’ In a roundabout way, he sort of does remind you - in that the sight of him eating reminds you that you’re hungry.
He’s never entirely sure of the date so remembering is rather difficult for him, but whether it’s on time or slightly late he’s always sure to get you a nice present (usually something he’s cooked - I feel like he’d really get into cooking and get super good at it.)
Brings up having kids
You guys are kinda young for that, but I think as an adult, once he can be sure the future he came from isn’t going to happen, he’d definitely want kids.
Prompt: Hey! I would like to make a request for a jealous Lafayette x reader where the reader is hanging with the hamilsquad then gets up to do something. While doing that they run into one of the characters that laf doesn’t like (surprise me!) and laf shows up and the angst begins, then it ends with cute and lovey fluff. I would really appreciate it if you could do that for me. Please.
A/N: This is a modern fic! Also, some french is google translate.
“Hey, Sal, another round for the table!” John’s voice carried over the entire pub that night, laughing as he finished his glass of Sam Adams. He was drunk off his ass, while you were still working on your second bottle of Guinness. You looked around the people as a million different conversations soared between each pair, but you remained silent, watching your friends ramble. Hercules was telling John to stop drinking, while telling Alexander that his ego needed to chill, just because he was a law major didn’t mean he had the right to be pompous. Gilbert was laughing at the interactions, cutting into the one about John needing to be cut off, before glancing over at you.
“Mon Amie?” He asked, bringing your attention to him. He really was beautiful, choosing to come to Columbia University to explore the world and learn English more clearly, it had become very good, with everyone’s help. “Is everything alright?” Your eyes perked before smiling, pulling your knee up and rolling your hair over your shoulder to slump.
“Yeah, totally. But I’m not up for finishing my beer, you want it?” You offered, cocking a brow and sliding it over to the frenchman. He smiled in return, nodding and taking a sip of the simple beer. For a moment, your eyes lingered on him, studying the way his beard faded into his sharp cheekbones, and the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about things he was passionate about. Really, his eyes held so much emotion and told thousands of incredible stories that you’d never get tired of hearing. You let out a soft, longing sigh before returning back to reality. Out of all the people in your group of friends, you were by far the closest to Lafayette. Learning about him, noticing his unique mannerisms and watch him experience the world. You regretted falling for him, because you wanted to remain friends with him. It was easier, that way you’d be able to talk easily after he’d return to Paris. However, if you were dating him, then the breakup would leaving you wishing for a different outcome.
Of course, he didn’t feel the same way, though. So there was nothing to worry about.
“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom.” You announced, rising up from the chair and adjusting your short dress, dangling five inches above your knees. Your leggings cut off at your shins, boots covering the rest of the skin. They all recognized your dismissal, before returning back to their conversations. A soft smile lined your lips as you shook your head and chuckled, walking towards the back of the bar.
You had begun to think about the last time you had had a serious relationship was three years ago, with a pretty incredible guy. In fact, you were sure he was going to propose to you, and you might’ve said yes. Unfortunately, problems started arising, (including him getting blackout drunk and being caught making out with with someone at a party) the two of you realized you just weren’t meant to be. Now, you missed being in a relationship. You felt rather lonely. A sigh left your lips as you exited the bathroom, concluding wiping the excess water from your hands on the bottom of your dress. Not looking, you ran into a hard surface, banging your face into an arm.
“O-oh god, I’m so sorry sir!” You said, rubbing the bridge of your nose and looking down at your shoes. The man didn’t say anything for a moment as you composed yourself.
“Y/N…?” His voice was hesitant, and oh-so-familiar. Your eyes widened as you looked up to see a man just as surprised to see you, a man you had seen a million ways, from sleeping beside him to throwing a water balloon at his chest. Your eyes grew impossibly wide as a smile slowly crept across your lips.
“George…? George Frederick…” You laughed a bit, tasting the name on your mouth once more. It had been too long.
“Yeah! Wow… what are the odds…” He smiled, his hand climbing to rub the back of his neck. He hadn’t changed much, he was still very civilized, a ironed polo shirt fitting his form perfectly, slacks hugging his legs. His hair was neatly brushed back, and not a hair - besides eyebrows - was on his face. That was another reason, you liked facial hair.
“Well, how are you?” You asked, crossing your arms over your chest and smiling widely.
“I’m good, I’m good…wow, Y/N….I’m sorry, really, you just…look fantastic.” You smile softened in surprise, before scratching your arm a bit and laughing softly. He had always been good at sweet talk.
“Thanks, you don’t look half bad yourself.” The words caused him to chuckle, before he looked away. For a moment you saw a faint shade of pink touch his cheek.
“Would you like me to buy you a drink? It’d give us an excuse to catch up.” he offered, looking back at you. The possible blush was gone. You smiled, and without hesitation, nodded gently.
“That would be nice.” You replied, before being led to the barline, sitting beside him.
It took five minutes for Gilbert to glance over and see you talking with a man he knew all too well. George Frederick. He glanced between the two of you, narrowing his brow and slowly pushing away from the table, any form of smile melting from his face, and the feeling of his heart pinching in his chest apparent. He walked toward the two of you, ignoring the questions of his friends. His face melted into a blank expression, watching you laugh alongside him.
“You did not…” You said, sipping the fruity liquor.
“I really did! You’d be surprised how easy it is to ride a dolphin that’s trained.” You both chuckled and took another sip. Suddenly, you felt a weight on your idle hand, surprise replacing your joyous expression as you looked over at him. A ping of pain tainted your chest as you slowly began to pulling your hand away.
“George… I-” before you could finish, Your french crush cut you off.
“Y/N, what’re you doing with this merde.” he slurred, his expression falling on George.
“I…Gilbert, how do you know George?” You asked, cocking a brow. His expression melted into pure shock as his eyes flashed from George to you.
“How…do you know him?” He seemed incredibly confused, almost blindsided.
“Well, um…well he and I-”
“We used to be engaged.” George said plainly, his hand reaching around to rest on your shoulder, staring down Lafayette. Millions of emotions filled Lafayette’s incredible irises; anger, longing, sorrow, and shock all appearing. For a second, he paused, leaving you to look at George in surprise. He left before you continue speaking.
“George, what the hell are you talking about? You cheated on me. There was no engagement.” You backed away from his embrace, watching him with hurt confusion. He merely sipped his drink.
“I was drunk, we had this discussion.” Instantly, you stood up, tossing your napkin at him and shaking your head.
“You regretting drinking too much isn’t my problem. Drunk or not, it still fucking hurt. And now you lied to the man I…” you hesitated, before glancing down and sighing. “Goodbye, George. Have a good life.” You turned around and walked to the door of the pub, not hearing a single word escape George, and seeing your dear Lafayette. His head was in his hands, his back rising and falling with big breaths. Your expression fell solemnly, before pushing through the threshold and sat beside Lafayette on the empty terrace, glancing up at the sky before looking at him.
“You know…” you started, glancing at him, “He was lying.” His head slowly picked up, glancing at you.
“Still, you were with him at some point….” He started, before glancing out to the tree line. “Pourquois lui(why him)? What does he have that…that I don’t?” He slowly shifted toward you, his eyes meeting yours. For the first time, you saw longing, and love deep in his ebony irises. You had never been this close to him, his breath dancing with yours. “What can I do to… Assurez-tu m'aime(make you love me)…?” For once, you were glad you took french for five years in high school, the word love popping through his speech. You let out a sigh, slowly leaning forward and pressing your forehead against his, closing your eyes. After a moment, a small smile crept across your face as your hand reached over to grip his, your fingers gently lacing together.
“Well, nothing.” You muttered, causing his eyes to open and look into yours. “Because I already do.” Slowly, you closed the distance between your faces, your lips pressed against his as your hand slowly pulled from his to wrap around his neck. His hands easily found their way to the small of your back after the shock had settled from the initial connect. His lips molded to yours in adjustment, creating a beautiful harmony of passion. When you pulled away, your eyes were on his, with the words je t’aime laced in his irises.
-3 am skype calls because he can’t sleep -making corny jokes that he writes down and sticks to his wall. -scrolling through tumblr and making fun of him -“oh shush” “no thanks, Howell” - showing off your outfits for him -falling asleep during a Skype call, and he doesn’t turn it off, just watches you sleep - having skype sex almost daily -“I love you”
-doing videos over Skype - him kissing the camera - listening to muse together -him sending you some of his sweatshirts -him awkwardly looking at your butt -flying to see him -telling him that he looks cute with his glasses -even if he doesn’t believe it
Hello! Since 2/14 is coming up, can I request Valentine's Day h/c for Procella?
Of course! I think it’s obvious they
all receive chocolate from their s/o so I
just added this, if they get some kinda special choco. Anyway, here are hcs
for what they’ll do with their s/o. Hope you like them! Some might be a bit cheesy/cringy I’m sorry.
takes you to a fancy restaurant for dinner as
always, money doesn’t matter to him
romantic walk in the moonlight, probably shows
off some cute magical stuff
coming home to rose petals tracing the way to
no matter how difficult, make him chocolate with
his favorite Häagen-Dazs rum raisin
plans a trip to the sea no swimming of course,
it’s fucking february
watching the sunset while wrapped inside a
fluffy blanket together
he brings fireworks to light them up when it’s
makes sure to keep you warm, always hugs you
tight when he thinks you might feel cold
takes you to the cinema, watching a romantic
movie with nsfw scenes
*cough* „we’re trying that later right“ *cough*
going to a coffee shop afterwards, talking,
drinking coffee and eating sweets
of course you’re looking at other couples and
talking about how much better you two are
takes you to a hotel at the end of the day not
cooking your favorite dish with you because
cooking together is cute af
ends up being a bit clumsy because he’s nervous
but you’re also a bit nervous
you have to redo some stuff because he kinda
definitely give this boy self made chocolate
he’ll appreciate that so much
trip to his home town
shows you where he grew up and what places he
when you meet someone he knows, he lowkey shows
you off because you’re awesome and he loves you so much
going to his favorite spot to watch the sunset
while eating chocolate together
Rui my angel:
while you’re still in school he tries to make
pudding for the both of you so you can enjoy it together
did his best but ends up burning it my lil‘
he’s sad it didn’t work out as planned but he’s
so precious so it doesn’t matter
cheers up as soon as you give him self made