bestest human

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.

Originally posted by moonlighting94

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.

Originally posted by seoulbeats

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.

Originally posted by zeusmayo

Originally posted by 10795

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

Originally posted by taeyonggi

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

Originally posted by meekokohaku

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!

Originally posted by yonges

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.

Originally posted by stannctchinaline

ignore the rest in the back

Mark would be so giddy! He would just start giggling.

Originally posted by markleetrashh

Haechan would probably be like “omg dude stop” to your face but then later on he would be all giddy telling Mark about it.
“Yes! ALL over my face ahhhhhhhhhhh”

Originally posted by haenyan

anonymous asked:

Dating Tony stark would include pls

No problem.

I got this.

Originally posted by theavengers

Dating Tony-boo might include:

  • CAN SOMEONE SAY PRANK WAR???
  • CAN SOMEONE SAY INTERNET TREND VIDEOS???
  • Laaate nights
  • him being impressed at how late you can actually stay up
  • your secret is you don’t try to listen to his science rants
  • because if you did, you’d be out like a light
  • him knowing this
  • him using this against you sometimes
  • like he’ll make you fall asleep while pissing
  • dick jokes all the way man
  • teasing wars?
  • like if you blush in public
  • well then you did done lost
  • and the other gets maximum bragging rights
  • which is pretty bad because you are both sore losers
  • so game night is like a preview to infinity war
  • him actually trying to impress you all the time
  • even though you too are already dating?
  • because he’s the relationship show off that’s why
  • honest to god if you swear he will gasp to oblivion
  • because he is a child
  • a  c h i l d
  • you are the babysitter
  • BEST FRIENDS WITH PEPPER
  • also teaming up with FRIDAY to make him walk into fucking walls
  • YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS BOY AT PARTIES
  • OH WAIT NO YOU DON’T
  • BECAUSE HE IS ADHESIVE ON YOUR ARM
  • “Tony, can I like, use the restroom?”
  • “How the fuck do I know Sam isn’t waiting there to shmooze you with smooth sounding adjectives?”
  • “Because it’s the women’s restroom?”
  • honestly this kid is just love sick
  • if you are younger; he would be underlining doubtful of the age gap, but you wouldn’t hesitate to show him that your love is stronger than that
  • you know he has this little habit of tinkering with your hair when he is bored
  • just floofing it
  • he would also be the little shit that would make you work to kiss him
  • I can’t type ‘spooning’ enough times
  • He loves to be the big spoon
  • he would try his very bestest to intimidate any human with a dick because he’s a jealous bean sometimes
  • but he’s too short
I want a baby

A/n: I’ve been in such a baby mood recently god.

Warnings: Swearing, vomit, the usual.

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.

“Love?”

“Uhm.”

“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.

Uh oh

“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.

“You… what?”

“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.

“Children, eh?”

“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.

“Dan, what day is it?”

“The 9th of October?”

“I’m late.”

“You mean?”

“Danny, I think I might actually be pregnant.”

kevinobsessed  asked:

*insert cringy dab here* hEY

SAME LUKE

1. First impression: *soft gasp* hwooo its a nice person with beautiful art???? then u msged me and i died

2. Truth is: YOURE THE BESTEST HUMAN I COULDVE ASKED FOR TO BE MY FRIEND??? YOU ALSO HAVE INCREDIBLELY SUPER ARTS AND OCS THAT MAKE ME W E A K

3. How old do you look: ur age buddo

4. Have you ever made me laugh: FCK Y E A H

5. Have you ever made me mad: nopeee

6. Best feature: HNNNNGG YOU IN GENERAL????? AMAZING BOY!!!!!! YOUR ART BIG BIG FAV???? OCS: PREFECTION AAFJJSALKFHDSH

7. Have I ever had a crush on you: nopeee

8. You’re my: FIRST AND BESTEST BUD!!!!!!

anonymous asked:

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 ♥

Tears of a Human

Number 26 is finally here!  This is the second part to Kiss of Life (the mermaid au)  It was actually really difficult to write this, but I managed to fight it out and put it up.  I hope you guys enjoy!

Last time: Silent Downpour

The human language was hard to learn.  

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 up.

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 legs.  

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 face.  

He looked up and around, curious to where the water was coming from.

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 forehead.  

“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.  

Clothes.  Humans called them clothes and they wore them no matter what.  Humans were never naked unless they were cleaning themselves.  

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?”  

Tears?

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 his own.

Wasn’t it customary to give your own name when someone tells you theirs?

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 say?”

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.

“Name. Mark.”

“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.

8

“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.“ 

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