aww that lovely smile ;~~;

anonymous asked:

Todo!Angel fell in love with Crush!half demon/half human. Scenario how they interact and crush is so damn sweet (their persona is more human) and even tho they shouldnt be together and are not allowed to interact he cant help it bc he is so hopelessly in love? So he steals a kiss from them when there is a moment where his adoration for them is so overwhelming? Fluuuff onegaishimaasu, love your blog man T^T

Aww! Omg I’m smiling!

Todoroki Shouto:

“Marshmallow, where are you?” you ask, walking around your apartment. As a demon and an Angel, you and Todoroki had to be concealed. But nobody would expect you to be living in the middle of Miyagi in a two bedroom apartment.

“In the kitchen,” Shouto called, smiling to himself at that name. Of course you had given him that nickname. As a Cambion, you could see Shouto’s wings just fine. One was fluffy and white, one was sleek and red. Calling him Marshmallow was a take on his fluffy snow-like wing, that is soft and cool to the touch.

“What’cha cooking?” you inquire, sneaking up behind him and appearing next to him out of the blue. He flinches, a spray of faint blush glowing on his cheeks.

“Pancakes,” he mumbles, nibbling on his bottom lip. You grin excitedly, jumping up and down on the spot.

“Ooh! We haven’t had those in a while!” 

He nods faintly, standing a little bit away from the stove as he flips one of the cakes upside down to cook. He couldn’t help but get flustered when you are this near him. Of course, you live together, which is forbidden by Heaven and Hell, but he fell in love with the human in you. Eventually, he fell in love with your demon side too.

“Could you do me a favor and get out the plates please?” Shouto asked, gracing you with little smile that held so much meaning. He didn’t smile as much as an Angel should.

You set the table up and pace around the room excitedly, singing little made-up melodies about pancakes and angels. He found it plainly adorable. He served up the pancakes onto the plates, watching your delighted expression as he frosted them with pearly whipped cream and topped red strawberries.

“It looks so good, Marshmallow!” you take yours and cut off a piece. His ears flushed a little, nearly dropping the can of cream out of distraction of how cute you were.

“Mm,” he hummed in response, not able to come up with a more pliable remark.

His gaze softened as he watched you, resting his chin in his hands with comfort. This was perfect. You were beautiful. He wished just to reach out and touch you, out of pure love. And before he knew it, his fingertips skimmed over your hand as he leaned in to ease his lips upon your own. It was as pleasing as he imagined it would be.

You were frozen, having not expected that at all. The saccharine taste of strawberry and cream mingled with the kiss, only enchanting Todoroki even more. “For a half-demon, you are rather Heavenly.”

“Please do that again, Shouto.”

“Your prayer is my honor.”

Things to be happy about today

-Somewhere in the world, it has just gotten warm enough to have a pleasant afternoon walk. A girl calls for her dog and grabs the leash. Little puppy nails scramble against the tile, and the dog almost careens into the table, barely able to control the inertia of his own excitement.

-Somewhere in the world, a young man nudges his wife. “It’s time to wake up,” he murmurs. She mumbles something that may or may not be words and pulls the covers over her head. The boy can’t help the smile that softly spreads across his face. He nestles back into the covers and wraps his arm around her, deciding that, perhaps just this one time, they can spare a few more minutes in bed. The girl peeks out from her blanket cocoon, and the boy takes the chance to swoop in for a kiss on her nose. She squeaks and bats him away. “Don’t do that!” But she’s laughing. They both are. The boy takes a moment to wonder how he got so lucky. He loves her so, so much.

-Somewhere in the world, a person idly doodles in their notebook during class. When they examine their handiwork, they realize that the drawing is actually pretty good. They wear a small, goofy smile for the rest of the day.

-Somewhere in the world, an old woman slowly slips on her gardening gloves and hobbles outside to check on her plants. As she bends to grab the watering can, she sees that one of her tulips has bloomed, a brilliant red nestled in a sea of green. She claps her hands, once, and calls inside for her grandson to come look. 

-Somewhere in the world, two shy people are in love. They sit by a bonfire, watching the crackling of the flames and thinking about how they are going to tell their families. One of them tenses and relaxes their hand a few times, wondering what their mother will think, what their friends will think, what they will do if no one approves. Their anxiety builds until they feel a soft hand catch theirs. They look up, into the warm, inviting eyes of the person they adore, and their shoulders relax. It doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks. They will make it through together, and it will be worth it. It will all be okay.

-Somewhere in the world, a young immigrant holds a letter from her dream college in her hands. Her whole body shakes as she runs her nail along the envelope, tearing it open. Her parents hover over her shoulder, filled with a mix of anxiety and excitement. They don’t understand much English, but they recognize the word that appears at the top of the page when it is unfolded: congratulations! Everyone starts cheering at once. This is the first time the girl has ever seen her father cry. They all throw themselves in a messy group hug, bouncing up and down in a rhythm that is not synced, but somehow still seems like a perfect harmony.

-Somewhere in the world, you woke up. It may be the easiest thing you had to do today, or the hardest thing you have to do every day. Either way, your eyes fluttered open and you took a deep breath, letting the sensation of consciousness wash over you. It may be a nice feeling. It may be a burden. But you have done it. You have risen to the challenge of a new day. You may accomplish one of your life’s dreams today. You may only accomplish the act of allowing your heart to beat. Both of these things are worth celebrating. 

-Somewhere in the world, a young woman with a very tiny ponytail types at a keyboard. She is tired, barely able to keep her eyes open, but she is grateful to be alive for another day. She knows that her words may reach no one, but that there’s a chance someone’s heart may be a little lighter if she sends her thoughts out into the world, and it’s a chance she’s willing to take. She settles on the last thing she wants to say before closing her laptop and dozing off for an afternoon nap:

The mistakes you made yesterday don’t matter anymore. Today is the perfect day to try again.

  • fanfic: you walk in to see him cheating on you, crying your eyes out he finally notices and jumps up "Y.N! it isn't what it looks like!" you cry more as the blonde skanky skanky bitch smirks at you "it's exactly what it looks it looks like" you run out of the house and jump into your car, hightailing it out of there, you never got to tell him you're pregnant with twins, his twins, and now you'll never get to tell him, you won't allow him to be in their lives, a couple days later he shows up at your house and before you can slam the door he walks into the house "get out" you angrily cry "Y.N! listen to me it wasn't me, i was being possessed by a demon and had no control over anything i love you" smiling "aww" you squeal you jump into his arms kissing him "i have to tell you something" you look him into the eyes as he speaks "i only have two days to live" you sob falling onto the floor-
  • me: God damn

anonymous asked:

ohh could you please write something about betty unintentionally playing with that curl of hair that peaks out of juggys beanie while sitting at lunch with the gang... like in place of the arm around shoulder moment in the episode or something similar and the gang being very confused. please if you can. :)

Aww. I love that.
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She sighed softly, staring him in the eyes and smiling. He was smiling back at her, not an ounce of confusion or hesitance in his smile.
They hadn’t discussed the kiss they shared in her bedroom last week or the kiss they shared on that rainy night when she found Polly, but it didn’t seem to matter.

Maybe they didn’t know what they were to each other, but they did know what they meant to each other and that was more than enough.

He rested a hand on her knee and leaned back into the couch, shifting closer to her. She turned her attention back to her friends, resting her body slightly against his.

“So yeah, I’m pretty much down for anything, I’ve been to all the hottest clubs in riverdale, it’s time to venture out.” Kevin was practically bouncing with excitement his eyes locked on Veronicas.

She smirked “were totally taking a road trip to New York. Archiekins, would you be willing to donate your car?”

Everyone laughed , thinking about his old junker making it to New York was almost impossible.
Betty felt the low rumble of Jugheads chuckle against her back and she couldn’t help but turn to him.
He looked so tired, his dark blue eyes sleepy and his raven locks messily tucked under his beanie. Her eyes locked onto the gorgeous curl hanging in his eyes, before she knew what she was doing she was running her fingers over the silky dark lock.

He stilled under her touch for a minute, raising a brow he smiled, bringing his own hand to her cheek.
“Everything okay sunshine?”

She nodded “I like this, it’s swirly.” She giggled, twirling it around her finger.

He laughed, deep and low. His fingers went to her wrist and he delicately traced the vein.
“I’m glad you like it.”

Her heart caught in her throat at the featherlike touches he was placing to her skin. Her breathing quickened and her fingers stopped moving in his hair. He seemed to notice her reaction to his touch, and he smiled wrapping his whole hand around her tiny wrist, flexing his fingers.
She closed her eyes for a moment, two could play at this game, her hand moved behind his neck, fingers now playing with the curls touching the back of his neck.
He made an almost sexual noise, so quiet she had to strain to hear him.

Opening her eyes, she gasped when they matched the intensity of his own, Boring into her sparkling green ones with pure adoration.

“Echem.”

Snapping out of their personal bubble at the sound of their friends voices, Betty realized she was practically sitting in Jugheads lap. She moved to sit back beside him but he simply gripped her waist tighter.

“Is there something you wanted to tell us?” Veronica questioned raising a brow with her typical cocky smile.

Jughead shrugged his shoulders, flexing his fingers on her waist, granting her instant comfort and ease. “There’s nothing to tell.” He replied.

Archie was shooting a bit of a nasty glare at the couple “you guys seem awfully cozy.”

Jughead leaned back taking Betty with him,
“I’m alright, what about you bets?” He smirked

Giggling behind her hand, she nodded
“Very comfortable.”

Kevin looked shocked but delighted at the same time. “I did not see this coming, but I have to say I totally ship it.”

Veronica nodded “even though, you didn’t inform your bff, I’m all about this pairing.”

Cheryl looked uninterested, texting on her phone “hashtag bughead.”

Betty actually laughed out loud , her eyes turning to the moody boy she was seated on top of “bughead?” She whispered.
Jughead just snorted, rolling his eyes and dropping a kiss to the top of her head
“Could be worse.”

She smiled brightly. He was right

It could be much, much worse.