NCT 127 reacting to you leaving small pecks all over their face
Taeil would enjoy this, never even acting like he doesn’t like this. Would cross his arms behing his head and lean into them, smiling into your kisses.
Johnny would be so cocky and just say something along the lines of: “Geez I get it I’d kiss me too if I could” And then you stop obv and get up but he dramatically yells out for you to comeback and continue while clutching his chest in despair.
Taeyong would get all giddy and shy but would not stop you. But he would blush and not move because his body is processing the cuteness and when you stop because you think he doesn’t like it he would shake his uper body in disapproval and pout.
two gifs bc I REALLY APPRECIATE THE MAN LEE TAEYONG IS
Yuta would enjoy it but not admit it. If you start kissing his face he will shake his head to get you off and leave some comment about how he knows he is irresistable but you should have some sense to hold back. But lowkey really enjoys it
Doyoung would be bashful about it and blush at your actions. But when you ask if it bothers him he will deny and pull you into a hug
Jaehyun would enjoy this shit so much like he would take so much pleasure in the attention you’re giving him. He would RELISH in it!
Winwin would be much like Doyoung and when you stop he would become clingier and might even lay down with his head in your lap and ask you to do it again.
After having an hour long soak in the bath, which you immediately plonked a bath bomb into, when you arrived at home from a long stressful day at work. You finally emerge, a little pruny but fresh and rejuvenated. Throwing on a pair of sweats and a black, soft cotton t-shirt, which was most definitely Dan’s, you joined your husband in the living room. He was surprisingly not hunched over his laptop which was more than just the usual sight in the Howell household.
You slump down on the couch and he instantly wraps his arms around your shoulders, nuzzling his nose in the crook of your neck.
“Someone’s a little cuddle bug today,” You chuckle as he lets out a hum.
“Just. Love you,” He mumbles, planting a kiss on your cheek.
You sigh lovingly at his affectionate gestures. Nothing in this world could replace your love for him.
Sinking into the couch, you hesitate a little on whether to bring something that had been plaguing you to his attention. It just seemed like the perfect opportunity.
“Has something been eating you up recently? Besides me?” You couldn’t help but add that little snarky comment there.
He emits a little giggle before looking up at you, sweat on his forehead causing his fringe to begin to curl. “Why?”
“It’s just that you’ve seemed distracted recently and I thought it was just work but even after all the tour nonsense… you seem distant, somehow.”
“I’m sorry babe, I just… I think we need to talk.” He admits.
“Those words never mean anything good.”
“I promise it isn’t anything extreme.” He reassures, pulling your legs across his lap, so that you were facing him. “I mean, it kinda is, but not in the devastating way.”
He starts drawing circular patterns around your knee cap, avoiding eye contact with you.
“I erm- I want a baby.” He blurts out suddenly.
“I want to start a family with you y/n.”
You stiffen and he notices, a look of disappointment flashes on his face. He retracts his hand from where it was resting on your knee.
“Nevermind, forget that I ever brought this up.” He looked so defeated that it upset you.
“No, Dan.” You make a desperate grasp for his hand and held it between both of yours, massaging his knuckles with your thumb. “I’m just unsure of my own capabilities of caring for a human being.”
“My parents fucked up in that aspect and I don’t want our child going through what I went through. It honestly tore me apart.”
You start to tear up, reminiscing on your childhood, if you could even call it that.
“Hey, hey…” He murmurs lovingly, wiping the tear that had escaped from your eye. His hands slides to cup your cheek, caressing it soothingly. “No tears okay? We aren’t going to fuck up anything. Okay, maybe besides the fact that they may walk in on us fucking but-”
You interrupted him with a fit of laughter that over came you. He always managed to lighten the mood, even in the darkest of times.
“Besides that, I can guarantee we will raise our children to be the bestest human beings there are.” He proclaims with a child-like smile gracing his features, dimples shining through.
“I want 2 or 3,”
“We’ll see Dan, we’ll see.”
You woke up one morning feeling slightly queasy, which didn’t bother you that much since you were prone to vomiting episodes and it might have been the onsets of one.
You get up from the bed, quicker than your body could have adjusted to and were hit by a sudden gush of lightheadedness and nausea.
Feeling the bile rising in your throat, the acidic, sour tang of the substance, reaching your taste buds, you threw up chunks of last night’s dinner on the floor of your shared bedroom (thank god you got rid of the carpet.)
Before you could straighten up, you felt your legs give way, collapsing on the floor. As darkness unhinged it’s jaw and swallowed you whole.
You wake up with a cold damp flannel pressed against your forehead, another being constantly dabbed against the rest of your face.
As your peripheral vision focused, your eyes met Dan’s, who’s eyebrows were furrowed.
“Don’t ever do that to me again.” He uttered, sternly. “Do you even know how scary it is to wake up to a loud crash and see your wife on the floor next to a puddle of vomit?”
“Soz, mate.” You mutter, groggily.
He brushes his lips against yours, murmuring under his breath.
“Would you like to tell me what’s wrong or?”
“It’s just another one of my episodes, I-”
“They were never this bad before and you know it y/n.”
“I honestly don’t know.”
You suddenly felt sick to your stomach again and started gagging on the liquid that rose in your throat. Your stomach felt empty yet it was still trying to eject its contents out of you. Dan knowing the signs, shoved a plastic bag in your hands and you spurted out the acids into it.
Dan rubbed your back in a calming manner.
“Do you need to throw up anymore or are you okay?”
As he said that, you were sick again.
“Well I called the NHS services and they told me that we should take a pregnancy test.” He couldn’t hide the grin that had formed on his face.
You’d been poorly for majority of the day and Dan finally convinced you to at least let him call for some help. You sat ramrod straight, instantaneously more awake than a few seconds ago.
I noticed how Lucifer and Micheal were clinging to Chuck and how Raphael was reaching out to him. Is being kind of possessive and protective of the care taker an arch angel thing because Gabriel never seemed that possessive or protective of Sam?
Partially, yes! Archangels are Hideously Protective in their own right, but Chuck is even more of a special case. Virtually all angels feel the need to be close to him, earn his approval and are generally completely at ease with him.
Gabe and Cas also have this with him, but it’s more muted. They’ve already made their choices, haven’t they, and they have the Bestest Caretakers/Humans Ever, So There. Gabe is also pretty possessive of Sam, but he tends to be a bit more sneaky about it because Sam gets kinda uneasy when his cute fledgling starts snarling at perfectly nice people for daring to shake Sam’s hand. hah.
So, taking the intrinsic protective/possessive streak all Archangels have into account, and coupling it with Chuck being Angel-catnip, makes for a seriously clingy/hovering Archangel-squad ♥
He had taken quite a few years of it when he was in school,
but most humans communicated through sound instead of movement and it was hard
for Mark to differentiate one jumbled sound from another.
Eventually, after his third year, Mark had a pretty firm
knowledge on at least one human language, their culture, and their habits. Enough
to communicate if something went horribly wrong.
And it did.
He woke up lying on his back, covered in something warm, and
his head was cradled in something soft.
Mark had to think back to human studies to figure out what
is was, his mind was a bit fuzzy from the tendrils of pain that rippled through
every nerve, but eventually, he came to the word ‘bed’.
He was lying in a bed, covered in a blanket, and his head
was on a pillow.
Deciding he needed to get a grip on his surroundings, he
rolled onto his side to try and push himself into a sitting position. His arms weren’t yet used to the way gravity
worked above water and he struggled a bit to push his remarkably heavy torso
After working to sit up, he placed his hands flat in front
of him to keep himself balance. That’s
when he noticed a few things about himself.
First, his midsection was covered in some sort of cloth. It covered some of what humans thought were
more intimate places and Mark blushed as he wondered who had cleaned all of the
blood and gore and dressed him.
Secondly, and most importantly, he had toes. Real, honest, human toes and feet and
Balancing himself with his left arm, he reached out and
touched his knee with his fingertips, just grazing the skin to make sure that
it wasn’t all just some horrible dream.
His heart ached and he was startled to feel water on his
He looked up and around, curious to where the water was
While he was distracting himself with the new wonder around
him, in through the door came the human he had given up his entire life for.
The boy, the one with the green hair, froze in place at the
sight of Mark sitting up in bed, leaning precariously on one arm and with a
hand on his own knee.
“Hello.” The boy spoke slowly as if Mark was going to dart
away from him at any moment.
Not that Mark could actually get anywhere, he couldn’t even
sit up properly.
The boy moved closer, inching toward a helpless and silent
Mark. His hands were held out in front
of him in a peaceful gesture until he got close. He eased forward and placed a hand on Mark’s
“Your fever is gone, but why are you crying?”
Fever? Crying? Those
were human words and Mark wracked his brain to figure out what they mean.
Fever was what sick humans had right? They got really warm and couldn’t breathe
properly and their bodies ached when they were ill.
Mark was in a lot of pain, but it was rapidly decreasing and
he didn’t feel warm in the slightest.
So, what was crying?
“Can you even understand me?
Are you even real? I may be
hallucinating. I’m probably dead and
dreaming of hot mermen saving me.”
Heat rushed to Mark’s face, but this he recognized as a
blush, this weird human had just called him attractive.
With the hand that was previously on his knee, Mark reached
out and grasped a part of the cloth covering Jack’s body.
called them clothes and they wore them no matter what. Humans were never naked unless they were
Mark was never so grateful to have taken all those years of
human studies in his life.
Gripping the cloth in his fist so he wouldn’t fall, he
brought the other hand up to his face and touched at the water there. Did this have to do with crying? He looked up
at the boy and gave him a confused look.
“Have you never cried before? I guess you might have, but you would have
been underwater, no tears right?”
Ah! Mark could remember
that now! Salty water dripped from the
eyes of humans when they were sad or over excited or happy. It was a way of expressing emotion.
He was sad. Upset about
losing his legs and his life. Everything
he ever knew and loved was long gone and he would never get it back.
The boy with green hair fumbled in his pocked for a moment
before offering Mark a white cloth that was separate from his clothes.
When Mark did nothing but stare at the boy, he reached with
the cloth to wipe the ‘tears’ from Mark’s face.
“You need some rest.
You went through something obviously horrible, but you can tell me about
it later, if you even speak English. I
doubt it, you don’t even know what crying is.” Jack gently pushed Mark down
onto the bed, tucking the blanket around Mark in a way that was clearly
nervous. “My name is Jack, by the
way. If you can understand me, that is.”
Jack. He had saved
this Jack’s life, and in turn, this human boy would have to help him recreate
Wasn’t it customary to give your own name when someone tells
Mark had always used a name in his human studies class that
he adored and he thought suit him very well.
He decided that this would be the best name to give himself, since he
was already familiar with it.
He tried to get the sound out as clear as possible. It was horribly mushed and his voice was weak
and straining from lack of use, but he forced the quiet name through his lips.
Jack jerked his head in his direction, “What did you just
Mark would have to be more clear if he ever wanted to get anywhere. He steeled himself and considered how the
words should come out before he actually said them. Slowly and very quietly, he repeated himself
with a strained breath.
“Mark? Your name is Mark?”
Mark nodded and Jack’s smile could light the deepest depths
of the ocean.
“Well, now that I know that you know some English, we have a
lot to talk about buddy. But for now,
sleep, rest. We can talk when I’m not
worried that you’ll start mutating again.”
Mark didn’t know what a few of those words meant, but he got
the gist of it. He smiled at the man who
was obviously caring for him and cuddled deeper into the warm comfort of the
bed. He let himself drift off into
dreamland to the sight of Jack smiling at him.
“There is a certain amount of disorientation [with exorbitant wealth]. You can’t relate to having more money than you ever imagined or even know how to spend or invest. It’s absolutely luxury, I know that. But I don’t think I’ve let it affect the way I live or change how I think. I still live pretty much like a nomad in going from one film shoot to another. I don’t collect sports cars or have ambitions to own my own private jet. Making a lot of money has enabled me to help some of my closest friends pay off debts, mortgages, things like that.“