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When the Moon Fell in Love with the Sun Chapter 14: Appetites and Awakenings

[AO3 has informed me that the chapter is too big to post as is, so I need to figure out how best to split it for cross-posting. :P]


“You don’t understand,” I lament, driving my hot face against my bent knees and feeling wretched beyond measure that this gentle, patient boy could blame himself in any way for my repeated flights. “Everything you do is perfect: the meals, the baths, the cuddle-nests, all your wonderful presents. It’s not you I’m running from,” I whisper.

There’s a quiet creak and a settling of weight in reply and I realize Peeta sat down on the floor just outside, so patiently – always so patient. “Then what are you running from, Katniss?” he asks softly. “And how can I make it go away? Please tell me, whatever it is, and I’ll fix it.”

I creep out of my hiding place on hands and knees and crawl over to settle just inside the doorway, still not quite close enough to see him. “It’s me that’s the problem,” I confess. “I-I warned you that I was greedy, sweet boy, and somehow, the more you give me, the more I want.”

“I’ll give you anything and everything, gladly,” he answers, quietly but without hesitation. “You must know that by now.”

I shake my head, never mind he can’t see it, and give a hopeless moan. Not this, I tell him silently. Never this. But I’m a greedy vixen aching with love for an impossibly generous gander, so I do what my entire being is crying out for: I inch out the doorway to where Peeta waits, legs folded in front of him and eyes carefully directed away from the pantry, and sink down to lay my head on his thigh; a wild thing in search of forgiveness.

I whimper at the feel of firm muscle and skin-warmed corduroy beneath my cheek and Peeta answers with a moan, settling a hand on my head and stroking my hair with cautious, trembling fingers. “Oh Katniss,” he whispers, and it almost sounds like he’s in pain. “Please, please tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, whatever it is.”

I exhale for the first time in what feels like an hour and lean up to press a little kiss to his knee. “This,” I murmur, nestling my cheek against his thigh, and it’s not a lie, if also not the whole truth. “You.”

NCT 127 wanting to cuddle when they're feeling down 😔

Taeil: Even though at the start of the relationship he’s going to struggle with any sort of physical contact, as the bond between you two strengths, his insecurities will fade away. You two may have started off as strangers, but now you’re the person he shares all of his thoughts and feelings with.

So, after a less than perfect day, Taeil has no reservations about seeking you out for emotional support. He’s going to throw his arms around your waist and bury his face in the crook of your neck, refusing to let go until you’ve heard every last detail about his disastrous day. “Y/N, you’re so lucky you weren’t there. The guy is a complete asshole, do you know what he said to me while I was in the studio today? He told me that I apparently…”

He’s one of the quieter members, but on days like these he needs to vent, and that’s just what he’ll do for hours at a time. Clear your schedule because you’re spending the rest of the afternoon in bed listening to Taeil talk, and talk, and talk some more.

Taeyong: We all know how emotional he is, and it’s not that he tries to hide it from you, but he still isn’t comfortable enough to seek you out. Most people can’t grasp his emotional complexity. What some people might consider to be constructive criticism, can be one huge blow to his at times very fragile ego and self image. He wants your comfort, but he wonders if he’s earned it.

You’re going to have to be the one to recognize that something is wrong and force him to open up. At first he might push you away, making light of the situation, but at the end of the day there’s noway he’d ever say no to cuddling with you.

He won’t talk much, if at all, about the issue, but he will let you know how much you mean to him. “Y/N, I love you. You’re cute, and kind, and I could spend all night complimenting you.” Taeyong will cling to you the entire night because he is so extremely thankful that he has someone who cares so deeply about him in his life.

Yuta: He’s super straightforward about his thoughts and feelings, especially when it comes to your relationship. The one thing Yuta doesn’t do is hold back. If he’s feeling like crap, and he’s craving physical attention to make it better, he is going to let you know. “Babe, get your ass in the bedroom.” He shouts the minute he hears you walk through the front door.

“Seriously? Yuta, I just got back from the gym. I’m sweaty, and smelly, and I want to be alone. Later.” You refuse, dropping your bag on the floor as you head towards the bathroom, in desperate need of a shower.

If you won’t join him in the bedroom, for some much needed cuddles, then Yuta’s just going to have to join in the shower. It’ll start off super sweet and innocent. You’ll baby him and wash his hair while he tells you all about the shitty day he’s had, but the moment you’re about to turn off the water, he’s going to pounce on you, so he can let off all of his built up frustration.

Jaehyun: I don’t see him as much of a cuddler, but that’s only because once he gets his hands on you it’ll quickly escalate to something more. However, if he’s really going through a rough time, he might actually forget about sex for a few hours.

Like Yuta, Jaehyun is very direct with you about his needs in your relationship. He knows he can trust you with his emotions and he knows that you care enough to actually listen to what he has to say. If you’re laying in bed watching television, Jaehyun will come up behind you and pull you into his chest.

“I know you’re busy watching that soap opera you love so much, but you’re going to have to turn in off and focus the rest of your attention on me for tonight. I promise I’ll make it up you later.” The remainder of the night will be spent talking about whatever it is that’s got Jaehyun in a slump, with lots of cute, little kisses in between.

Winwin: He’s kind of like a giant baby that just wants to be nurtured and loved. Yes, he is a grown man who can take care of himself, but he’d much rather have you taking care of him. The second he walks through the door, he’s going to cement himself to your side.

“Babeeeee, the photographer was really mean to me during the photo shoot today.” That’s about all the detail he’s going to go into because it really is a silly reason to be upset, but sometimes we just can’t control our feelings. Once he starts feeling down, it isn’t something Winwin can just get over instantly.

You’ll spend a good half hour trying to bring up his mood, but you two still have to eat dinner and you have an assignment due the next day, so as much as you want to continue cuddling with Winwin on the sofa, you can’t. He’ll be whiny about it, but ultimately accept reality. That being said, he’ll hover over you all day until you finally go to bed, where the two of you can continue your cuddle session.

Mark: I have a feeling that there’s nothing Mark loves more than cuddling with the love of his life. Mark is shy, but he’s also open, and honest, and great with people. He’s a positive thinker, so if he’s feeling down something seriously terrible happened.

He’s going to ambush you out of nowhere with a giant bear hug and refuse to let go. Mark is going to give you all the details and then ask for your honest opinion on the matter. There’s no one’s decision that he trusts more than your’s because he knows that there’s no one else who cares as much about his wellbeing as you do.

After coming up with a solution, you’re both going to realize that you never want your little cuddle session to come to an end. You’ll spend the rest of the night snuggling on the couch, enjoying each other’s company.

Haechan: He literally lives off of your attention. When he’s had a bad day, you will definitely be the first person he’ll go to for support and cuddles. He never shuts up, unless he’s suffering through something, and then he completely shuts down. Haechan’s got pretty thick skin, so you know it’s really bad when he’s begging for cuddles.

Rather than talk about what a nightmare his day was, he’s going to have you sit with him on the sofa and play with his hair or rub his back. He wants to forget about what happened, so he’s going to ask you to fill in the silence with pretty much anything you want. “Y/N, tell me how shopping with the girls went yesterday.”

Normally he hates hearing people go on and on about their mundane lives, but nothing makes him him happier than hearing you talk, no matter what you have to say. Being near you and knowing that he has someone who loves him and who he loves is all he needs to overcome any hurdles that come his way.

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“Can you take away all of your attention from those messy gingerbread people and help me with this god awful house?” You yelled over your shoulder at Peter, Who was trying to perfect the few cookies you made with the scrap dough of the Gingerbread house.

“I’m sure you’ll live.” He mumbled, Eyes fixated of his work. “Gingerbread people are very serious and need all my love and care.”  You groaned in response, Going over and poking his face to get his help. 

“Our gingerbread house is just sad, It’ll take more than one person and a freaking miracle to help it.” You pointed to the frosting covered building that was falling apart as you watched. M&Ms falling off the roof, And the door of it slowly sinking into the house. 

“Wow, You really suck at making gingerbread things, Huh?” Peter Couldn’t hold back a laugh, Covering his mouth to muffle it. You stuck your tongue out at him, Dabbing a bit of frosting on his nose. 

“This is also your fault! Don’t put all the blame on me!” You raised your hands in defense. “Awe, You’re cute when you have frosting on your face.”  You commented, Giggling as his face turns a flushed pink. He quickly wiped the frosting off with his sleeve. 

“I-I…. I um.” He stuttered. “Thanks?” A light smile appearing on his face. He did look really cute. 

“Welcome.” You smirked, Grabbing his hand and leading him to the other table. “Now let’s fix this thing before it crumbles!”

Jealousy Is A Sickness

JUNGKOOK X READER

(Feat. Yugyeom from GOT7 because I love him and I needed another dancer..)

(Not sure what genre the requester wanted but I went ahead and made it a very, very, slight smut + flufffffff because jealous Jungkook is scutexy Jungcock lmao.)

(ANother note this is kind of shit I’m sorry-)

The silvery dress sparkled in the flashing lights as you moved backstage, a wide smile adorning your painted cheeks. Jungkook stared at you skeptically as the conversation quickly switched to the excitement bubbling within you for your upcoming dance. Failing to notice the grimace on Jungkook’s face, you continuously blabbered about how you’ve practiced for so long, and knew it was going to look perfect.

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inevitableconfusion  asked:

Prompts (if you want) for bellarke BECAUSE YOUR WRITING IS AMAZING AND I NEED THESE IN MY LIFE: “hi we’re neighbours and omg are you alright i could smell cooking burning - whoaaa now that’s just embarrassing? step aside i’ll handle this” AND/OR “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face”

A\N: Fun! I decided to go with the first one, because Clarke as a Total Mess is one of my favorite things to write. Hope you like it! x

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Look, Clarke has done some pretty impressive things in her life, okay? She’s written fifteen page long dissertations with deadlines that are only a few hours away. She knows how to make a perfect poached egg in a coffee pot. She can decipher Raven’s infamous scrawl with nothing but a highlighter and a search engine.

Still, this goes a little beyond her usual capabilities.

Giving a muttered swear, she swats at the steaming bowl with her dishrag, grimacing as the acrid smell of burnt food hits her nose. According to the back of the box, the gravy should be at the ideal consistency and temperature for her to pour it over her mashed potatoes, but.

She raises the bowl tentatively, tipping it slightly. It refuses to budge, and now bears a consistency that reminds her vaguely of concrete.

Groaning, Clarke drops her head against the counter, mumbling a low fuck against her elbow.

Logically, making a Christmas dinner for one shouldn’t be that hard.

She’s poking at the mixture with a fork (scraping it out of the bowl seems like the best option) when a voice interrupts her, low and amused. “You have the temperature on too high.”

Stifling a small, startled noise, she whirls around instead, finds herself looking at someone rifling through the communal fridge. “What?”

A grunt as the fridge door swings shut, the stranger emerging with a tub of carefully labelled blueberry yogurt. Dark hair and dark eyes and an arched brow, his gaze roving from the ingredients scattered over the counter to the recipe she has propped up against the toaster.

Then, with a certain amount of aplomb, he goes, “The microwave, Princess. Wouldn’t want you fucking up school property now.”

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Imagine surprising Jensen on stage during a panel

You nervously bounced on the balls of your feet as you tried to wait patiently back stage. The excitement of seeing your husband after two months had temporally replaced any tiredness or jet lag you’d been feeling.

Jensen had no idea you were here. In fact the only person that did was Jared, he’d helped you plan the whole thing knowing that his best friend needed this as much as you.

You peered onto the stage, you needed the perfect time to go out there. You watched Jensen with a smile on your face, he was completely focused on the crowd, engrossed in a fans question. This was it.

You slowly made your way out, bringing your fore finger to your lips to shush the crowd before you. Much to your delight the fans gave nothing away as you crept closer to Jensen.

You felt his whole body jump underneath you as your hands covered both his eyes.

“Misha is that you?” His chest raised up and down slightly as he chuckled, grabbing your arm.

“Are saying I have man hands?” You barely managed to get your laugh out before he was pulling you around to face him, his mouth forming the shape ‘o’ in utter shook.

“Y/N?” You couldn’t help but smile as confusion crossed his face, his finger tips gripped tighter into your flesh.

“Hey baby.” As the words fell from your lips, he threw his arms around you, bringing your bodies closer. He mumbled something about how happy he was to see you, as he inhaled the scent of your hair.

The two of you only pulling apart when the cheers of the crowd became unbearably loud.

Warrior

Request: A Lokixblackreader fic he’s in love with her,he’s always romantic and wanting to protect her he’s always trying to impress her. He finds her good and caring nature adorable but worries about people hurting her because she’s too nice and one day she calls him out on it because she can actually defend herself 😁

You were walking through the aisles of a bookstore looking for the perfect book to take home with you. It couldn’t be just any book of course, so this was going to take a while. This is why you had elected to go alone. Anybody else would get impatient and hurry you alone, also the quiet was nice. This little place was warm a tucked away, not quite in the busiest area in New York. The cashier at the desk was used to seeing your face, he smiled at you every once in awhile when you happened to make eye contact.

    A book that was on your to read least caught your eye, and you decided now was as good as ever to buy it and start reading. You grabbed it off the shelf and continued looking. Once your arms were hurting from exhaustion of carrying ten books you went to the counter. The cashier looked at the stack appreciatively.

    “Find everything okay?” he asked.

    “Yeah,” you gave him a sweet smile, looking over at the assortment of bookmarks as he rang up your books.

    On your way home you looked around at all the surrounding buildings. The city really was beautiful in its own little way. You absently pulled a piece of lint off of your shoulder as you happened to look down.

    “You ought to be more aware of your surroundings,” a voice spoke in your ear. Your first reaction was to punch first and ask questions later. As your fist went out to strike whoever was close enough to your ear to sound that close, the person caught it and pulled you forward. You looked up and immediately sighed out an annoyed and relieved breath.

    “Jeez Loki, don’t sneak up on me like that,” you chastised.

    He leaned down and pressed him lips to yours lightly, giving you a fond look, “I wish you’d informed me of your travels.”

    “What? So you could glare at anyone who so much as looked at me. No thanks. You know, I can  survive without you looking after me.”

    “I know, but what quality of life is that,” he teased, putting an arm over your shoulder to keep you close. Additionally he took your bag books, and began walking down the sidewalk.

    “You look nice today, you know?” Loki complimented as the two of you walked, “I like your hair like this.”

    You felt your body warm and you tried your best to keep from making eye contact. You put your hand into your curls lightly, “Yeah, I uh… I’m trying something new.”

    “Have I ever told you how adorable you are when you are flustered.”

    “I’m not flustered,” you disagreed vehemently. He looked down to see you pouting and it made him laugh a little.

    “Oh, you are to innocent for this world, or any world, dearest Y/N. You belong with the angels in Valhalla.”

    “Well I don’t wanna  see Valhalla anytime soon,” you assured, “I didn’t expect you to be home so soon.”

    “I did not either, my love.”

    “Well I’m glad to have you home with me again. We can go out tonight and celebrate. I know a place I think you’d enjoy,” you grinned up at him.

    “What do you think?” you asked as you stepped out of your room, and into the living room. You were dressed and ready for a night out. You chose a frilly, girly dress that made you feel unbelievably dainty and pretty. Loki smiled as he saw you.

    “You’re beautiful. Wear is it you are taking me?”

    “This um… it’s kinda silly, well it’s a poetry bar… and well I know you like my poetry books, so I thought maybe you would like slam poetry too.”

    “It is not silly dear one. I cherish every evening with you.”

    The two of you headed out, Loki’s hand in yours. It was nice to just be with him, without some kind of time constraint. It just felt simple like breathing. He looked down at you every now and again when you weren’t looking. He cherished your smile and the almost juvenile excitement that was evident in your jaunty little steps. You were always handing out smiles, like they never cost you anything to give. You were like that with your kindness. Loki often worried that you were too nice, that someone would take advantage of that kindness. Someone as beautiful as you could be manipulated in the most horrible ways, he knew because he’d done that to others, never you though. He opened the door for you as you made it to the little lounge. You lead him to your favorite table and excitedly listened to the woman going up on stage. A little bit later you went to go get drinks for the both of you.

    “Hey,” a stranger said to you as you sat at the bar. You nodded with a polite smile. Your eyes wandered back to the poet on stage when you felt a hand touch yours. Immediately you withdrew, looking down at the the unknown hand and up to it’s owner. It was the same stranger.

    “I’m David,” he introduced.

    “Y/N,” you responded kindly.

    “I just have to say, you are unbelievably beautiful. I just had to introduce myself. Otherwise, I’d regret it for the rest of my life.”

    “Welp, I’d hate to be your regret. But I have a boyfriend,” you pointed towards Loki.

    “All the pretty ones do. Can I get you drink?”

    “Oh no, well I’m sure you could, but I’m already getting drinks for my boyfriend and I.” You reiterated, trying to get the man to take the not so subtle hint.

    “He has you getting drinks. He certainly doesn’t know how to treat a lady like yourself,” his hand encircled your wrist and you pulled back again.

    “Look, buddy, I’m telling you I’m not interested,” your tone was sharp, not allowing any more flirtatious attempts.

    “Is it just because-”

    “Y/N is there a problem here?” Loki asked. You looked back at him and sighed a little, you knew this wasn’t going to go calmly or quietly.

    “No, just having a chat,” you lied, giving him a small smile.

    “So you’re the boyfriend I guess. Listen, sweetheart, you’re cute, you’ve got the innocent look going for you, but honestly you didn’t need to go through getting a fake boyfriend. You ain’t that cute.”

    You rolled your eyes and opened your mouth to throttle the little disrespectful mole, only to be cut off by Loki grabbing him by the collar. You smacked your palm against your forehead. Loki was nothing if not quick tempered and irrational. He held the man just above the floor.

    “Loki, come on he’s not worth it.”

    “If you think you can talk to, Y/N, as though she is some common peasant you are sorely mistaken. I will peel the skin from your weak midgardian form. I will show you torture of the likes you could never imagine. You will beg for death long before it comes to you,” he growled.

    “Jesus fucking christ! Loki! Put! Him! Down!” you yelled. You didn’t yell, it always seemed like more energy than it was worth, but this seemed like the only way he was going to listen. Loki dropped the idiot, and he went scurrying away.

    “What the hell, man?” you shook your head. The bar was quiet, everyone was staring at the scene Loki had made. There were just too many eyes on you. You didn’t want to have this conversation in public. You hurried out of the bar, brushing past Loki to do so. He, of course, followed you outside. You didn’t speak again until you were at home.

    “Loki, why do you always do that?” you asked, looking up at him.

    “Protect your honor?” he questioned.

    “Go off like that? He wasn’t worth it, he was just some creep, he didn’t need you to put the fear of mortality into him.”

    “You told him to leave you alone and he didn’t.”

    “But I had it. I can handle myself Loki. I don’t need you to make a scene every time we go out and some asshole tries to be smooth.”

    “I worry for you,” he admitted, gently taking your hand. He brought it up to his lips, and pressed a kiss to it, “I have always been drawn to your kindness, your innocence to the evil of this world. You have never grown bitter from life’s hardships. I fear that humans will take that for granted, and they’ll steal that light from you. I can not bear the thought of you being  hurt  under someone’s words or their hand,” he spoke softly, pulling you a little closer, “I know you are a warrior. That is the only title to give someone who walks in grace as you do. However, it does not quell my fear.”

    “Loki,” you didn’t know what to say, “You’ve gotta trust that I’m gonna be okay. I can handle humans, none of them can handle a taser to the kidney, you can protect me from not humans.”

    “I would enjoy seeing you tase someone,” he grinned.

    “Well hopefully you never have to see it, you sadistic god,” you laughed. He placed a hurried kiss to your forehead and smiled down at you.

    “I will try to respect you as a warrior, my love.”

    “Thank you.”

~Mod Lillian

In Honor of Supreme Court Ruling:  What Are you Wearing? [Male Reader]

Original request:  Hi! I personally love u all and thank u for noticing us fanboys! Alright so here we go: A scenario where Jungkook (omo i cant hlsjödoahlahösl he is so…) finds his boyfriend trying on a dress and then the boyfriend is very ashamed. I leave it to your masterful hands to decide whatever Kookie likes the dress or not. Again, you are fantastic and this blog is perfect. The end.

You looked yourself over in the mirror, wondering about the fit of your dress. It didn’t seem quite right somehow, but you couldn’t—

“[F/N]?”

You froze as you heard the door open, staring in horror and Jungkook’s figure in the reflection of the mirror. You whipped around to face him with a growing dread in your stomach. His face was completely blank.

“I didn’t…!” you stammered, trying to back away and cover yourself up. “You said you were going to be by later and I just… I’m sorry, please…!” Your sentences wouldn’t form completely, and you stared down at the floor in shame. You wanted to ask him not to hate you, but nothing else was coming out of your mouth. Jungkook stood still for what seemed like an eternity; you squeezed your eyes shut and hoped that he wouldn’t scream at you.

Finally, the maknae shifted his weight and closed the door as he stepped into the room. You wrung the fabric of the dress between your fingers nervously.

“What are you… doing?” Jungkook said. He sounded confused by his own question. You didn’t answer. There was a long period of silence before he spoke again. “Is this something that you like to do…?”

You nodded in reply, searching for something accusatory in his voice. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Tears started to form in your eyes as you waited for him to speak. Your whole body felt like lead.

“I love you, [F/N],” Jungkook started. You flinched as you heard the ‘but’ form in the tone of his voice, “but I’m going to need to get used to this.” You looked up in surprise.

“I thought you were going to leave!” you blurted out. Hope blossomed in your chest as he gave a small smile.

“I can’t leave you.” He walked forward and touched your face with the backs of his fingers. “I just don’t completely understand right now.”

“Is it… okay… if I ask what you think of this?” you asked with a joking smile. He visibly appreciated your effort.

“How about I take you out shopping tomorrow to pick out an outfit that suits you better?”

You let out a small breath of relief with a large grin. Jungkook pressed his lips against yours gently, holding your hands while his lips moved. His fingers interlocked with yours as he pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours.

“You’re always supporting me, so I’m going to do the same for you,” he murmured. “Don’t ever change.”

<3 Admin Bibi

boyfriend~ jongup
  • pretty much skinny love.
  • definitely skinny love.
  • omg he will be extremely shy at the beginning stages of the relationship.
  • he probably wouldn’t be able to make eye contact at often ESPECIALLY IN PUBLIC.
  • but he always insists for you two to go out with the rest of bap just because he feels shy when he’s alone with you.
  • but after a while he starts to find his band mates a nuisance so he tries to avoid them whenever he’s with you.
  • if he wants to hold you hand for the first time, he will have such a hard time trying to find the perfect moment to just grab it.
  • and when he tries to grab it, you either pull it away to scratch your face or turn to face him and he just feels all flustered.
  • but then goes all or nothing and just grabs your hand but you can tell he’s shy because his ears start turning red and he does that coughing thing when things feel awkward.
  • he stresses over the gifts he wants to get you for special events and might buy an entire store if someone isn’t there to stop him.
  • byg or anyone really has to supervise this guy while he shops for you because he gets so anxious on what to get.
  • but they’re always super sentimental.
  • and then he makes you something homemade because that’s even more sentimental and you can tell he’s been doing crafts because he’ll have glitter stuck in his hair and ears and everywhere really.
  • tries his best cooking for you but he either doesn’t cook the food all the way or cooks it for too long.
  • when he’s stressed he comes home late because he stays in the studio practicing and dancing.
  • he’ll get caught in time and doesn’t realize how late he is coming home and will wake you up unintentionally by rushing into bed and mumbling “sorry.”
  • the big spoon. always. he doesn’t seem like it but he likes being the big spoon.
  • it’s because he likes smelling your hair or kissing the nape of your neck.
  • he likes to snuggle up against you and the warmth of his chest helps you fall back to sleep.
  • really really romantic.
  • likes whispering beautiful things in your ears.
  • “you look gorgeous today.”
  • “you’re so amazing.”
  • “i love you.”
  • it still takes him plenty of courage to engage and initiate skinship but when he does, it’s all very natural.
  • he always asks your permission before he does something.
  • like “can i kiss you right now?”
  • ofc you can. pls.
  • sometimes he will surprise you with quick kisses on the cheeks.
  • in the morning, you always see him smiling (because he was watching you sleep and he lowkey but actually highkey loves it)
  • loves taking you on dates to the park and and have picnics and maybe ride bikes.
  • sometimes he likes staying inside with you just to relax because you are “my charger.”
  • that’s actually his nickname for you.
  • LOOOVES unconventional nicknames.
  • also loves talking about “nerdy” stuff with you and he gets really into them and you kinda just let him talk on and on because that’s really the only time jongup can talk a lot.
  • a big cuddling enthusiast.
  • if you’re sad/mad/just feeling poopy, he’ll give you space and probably always glance at you from a distance with puppy eyes like his world is falling apart because he thinks it’s because of him you’re not happy.
  • he’ll go out and buy you your favorite snack and leave it outside the door to the bedroom.
  • he’s the most thoughtful boyfriend any person can ever have and honestly, who ever does go out with this boy, they need to cherish him with all their heart because he is so precious and amazing. <3
SSS, When the Moon, Ch 14

“You don’t understand,” I lament, driving my hot face against my bent knees and feeling wretched beyond measure that this gentle, patient boy could blame himself in any way for my repeated flights. “Everything you do is perfect: the meals, the baths, the cuddle-nests, all your wonderful presents. It’s not you I’m running from,” I whisper.

There’s a quiet creak and a settling of weight in reply and I realize Peeta sat down on the floor just outside, so patiently – always so patient. “Then what are you running from, Katniss?” he asks softly. “And how can I make it go away? Please tell me, whatever it is, and I’ll fix it.”

I creep out of my hiding place on hands and knees and crawl over to settle just inside the doorway, still not quite close enough to see him. “It’s me that’s the problem,” I confess. “I-I warned you that I was greedy, sweet boy, and somehow, the more you give me, the more I want.”

“I’ll give you anything and everything, gladly,” he answers, quietly but without hesitation. “You must know that by now.”

I shake my head, never mind he can’t see it, and give a hopeless moan. Not this, I tell him silently. Never this. But I’m a greedy vixen aching with love for an impossibly generous gander, so I do what my entire being is crying out for: I inch out the doorway to where Peeta waits, legs folded in front of him and eyes carefully directed away from the pantry, and sink down to lay my head on his thigh; a wild thing in search of forgiveness.

I whimper at the feel of firm muscle and skin-warmed corduroy beneath my cheek and Peeta answers with a moan, settling a hand on my head and stroking my hair with cautious, trembling fingers. “Oh Katniss,” he whispers, and it almost sounds like he’s in pain. “Please, please tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you, whatever it is.”

I exhale for the first time in what feels like an hour and lean up to press a little kiss to his knee. “This,” I murmur, nestling my cheek against his thigh, and it’s not a lie, if also not the whole truth. “You.”

Enneagram

Something Mean for Each Type

1- Everyone wants you to shut the fuck up and punch you in the face for your criticism now go fuck off and try to make everything perfect cause just cause you’re broken inside you lil shit.

2- Hey. Go away. Yeah. Quit hovering. Stop fucking doing nice things to make you feel like a good person. Guess what? You’re selfish cause you do it for your own ego to feel good. Don’t do anything nice unless it’s genuine you asshole.

3- You’re just like 2, you bastard. You just achieve shit cause you feel like a failure. Now stop boasting and go call your parents about how they always had expectations that were too high and made you feel bad and you want your apology and cry you little bitch.

4- 3 words. You’re not unique. You fucking hipster individualist who preens about how deep you are, you’re as deep as a puddle of dog piss, now go sit and contemplate how your whole existence is a lie while you drink your Chai tea and act as if you’re philosophizing great ideas along with Jaden Smith.

5- Shut the fuck up no one cares about your goddamn nerd shit, they’re not too dumb to understand it, they don’t fucking care, now go sit in your corner cause you’re too scared of the world so you pretend you’re too smart for it, or maybe do something good with all the information you accumulate instead of SHOVING IT IN EVERYONE’S FACE AND MAKING THEM FEEL BAD YOU PRETENTIOUS CUNT.

6- YOU TWISTED FUCKING ASSHAT. “Do you love me?”  If we say yes, you DON’T BELIEVE US, if we say no, you’re like “My suspicions were confirmed all along.”  You know what, they were, because you’re FUCKING IMPOSSIBLE WHAT THE HELL MAN. SORRY YOU HAVE A SWIRLING VORTEX INSIDE YOU THAT CHEWS YOU UP, FIND SOME SECURITY INSIDE YOU AND TRUST YOURSELF INSTEAD OF DOING ALL THIS WEIRD TEST SHIT THAT THERE’S NO RIGHT ANSWER TO TO EVERYONE. DO YOU TAKE PLEASURE IN THIS? YOU FUCKING SADISTIC MADMAN.  

7- You fucking asshole. Sit the fuck down. Stop running everywhere. You hedonist, you. FOCUS. YEAH. FOCUS ON SHIT AND DO SOMETHING INSTEAD OF RUNNING HERE AND GOING ALL OVER THE PLACE AND RUNNING FROM ANY FUCKING RESPONSIBILITY. YOU’RE SCATTERED EVERY-FUCKING-WHERE AND YOU DON’T KNOW WHERE YOU’RE GOING WITH YOUR LIFE SO YOU PRETEND IT’S ALL A GRAND ADVENTURE ANYWAY WHEN REALLY YOU’RE SCARED SHITLESS.

8- Stop intimidating everyone you bossy cunt. You RUTHLESS MONSTER. DO YOU KNOW HOW EASY IT IS TO MANIPULATE YOU? “I bet I can do this better than-” And all of a sudden you’re like the fucking HULK dude. “YOU SAID WHAT? YOU CAN DO THIS BETTER- HAHA LOOKS LIKE YOU’VE OVERESTIMATED YOURSELF.” NO IT’S JUST REALLY FUCKING FUNNY WATCHING YOU GET WORKED UP OVER DUMB SHIT, CHILL THE FUCK OUT AND STOP TAKING EVERYTHING AS A CHALLENGE TO YOUR EGO AND DRINK SOME DAMN CHAMOMILE TEA.

9- WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU, 9? STOP REPRESSING YOUR PROBLEMS FOR FEAR OF CONFLICT. IF YOU KNOW YOU’RE RIGHT, MARCH UP TO THAT PERSON AND SAY, “YOU’RE A FUCKING CUNT, MAN.” DON’T LET PEOPLE LIKE 8 UP THERE BOSS YOU AROUND, WHAT, DO YOU ENJOY IT? OH, YOU DON’T ENJOY IT? THEN DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT. Deal with your problems and stop pretending they don’t exist.

Just to let you all know, of course this is with humorous intent and all types are very lovely in their own way.

Guilt

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Reader Insert 

Genre: angsty 

Summary: matt can’t seem to shake off something that happened to you, that he believes was his fault. 

Words: 1,251

His calloused and bruised hand was resting gently on your waist, while his other hand held yours up in the air. His glasses were off, per your request, so his eyes rested on your chin. His face wasn’t shaved smooth, but it wasn’t beardy either; just the perfect amount of stubble.

The jazz band had started to play a soft tune, and that was when Matt asked you to dance.  You were surprised he agreed to going to Tony’s gala, given the physical state he was in, so it was a shocker that he wanted to move at all. Your first response was to ask if he was sure, and he replied with, “I don’t want to keep taking away these moments from you.”

“We talked about this, Matt,” you replied quietly, “you’re not ruining this relationship.”

“Just please,” he said, “I want to make this right.”

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Damen is like… 2 seconds away from getting punched in the face.

BEAUTY AND THE BEAST AU BECAUSE IT’S PERFECT. Except I guess Damen is more like Gaston rather than Belle lmao. Shows up to a the castle to slay the beast, but didn’t expect the beast to start talking (or be wearing clothes tbh). Meanwhile, Nicaise and Co. (who have been turned into various furniture/objects) are like LAURENT THIS IS YOUR CHANCE TO BREAK THE CURSE GO WOO THIS MAN.

I was gonna write fic of this, but I am le laze.

Spiderman imagine

Imagine not requested


“What is it that you can’t tell me Peter?“, you asked.

“I-I just can’t tell you.“, he replied.

“Fine. I’m going. You don’t trust me so why should I be with someone who doesn’t trust me?“

He didn’t answer so you turned your back towards him.

Suddendly you felt something strong on your arm. It wasn’t a hand or so. It felt more like a web…like spiders have. What was going on?

Ou looked at your arm. It was actually a web from a spider…a very big spider. It was so strong. Within seconds you face Peter.

“What was that?“, you asked confused.

He kissed you. So you guess there was no time for explaining.

The kiss was just perfect. He was so gentle and your lips moved sync.

Suddendly you understood everything. You stopped the kiss by pushing Peter away from you.

“You…you a-are spiderman?“, you asked nearly whispering.

He nodded. Spiderman is good but that means it’s dangerous.

“You don’t need to worry about me.“, he said and hugged you tight.

“Paint It Black” by W.A.S.P. (Rolling Stones cover)

I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colours anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes

I see a line of cars and they’re all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby, it just happens everyday

I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and must have it painted black
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whole world is black

No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes 

A thematically perfect song for the band as they give it the sinister metal cover it needed.