god i love your face so much

Worship their insecurities

I kiss daddy in odd places. Daddy probably doesn’t even really know why I do. I kiss daddy on his upper arm/shoulder. Its because I know whats there. Scars. I kiss him there to let him know its not bad. That Im proud that they’re fully healed scars. I kiss daddy on his nose. I like his nose, but he doesn’t. I kiss his nose so he knows I like it. I kiss daddy on his back. He’s insecure about that too. I don’t mind it one bit. When daddy would take his shirt off around me, I’d squeal and hug him so tightly. I’d kiss his chest. It’s because I know it’s hard for him to feel comfortable like that. He hates his body, but I could make a shrine for it. I could make an entire temple for all of him. I kiss daddy all over his face. I even give him love bites on his cheek. He hates how he looks. I absolutely adore him.

A daddy can be insecure about their body too. They deserve just as much reassurance as an insecure little. Remember to do the little things like that. Daddies are so thankful for their littles, and making sure to appreciate them is a god given gift to them. Always say thank you. Always say I love you. Always give back. Worship your daddy just as he should you.

8

Okay, here it goes. Ames, I love you. I love how smart you are. I love how beautiful you are. I love your face and I love your butt. I should’ve written this down first. No, no, it’s okay. Go on. I love much you pretend to like “Die Hard.” I like the second one. You don’t have to. Okay. Yeah. You’re kind and you’re funny and you’re the best person I know. And the best detective. Also for reals, I love your butt. I love yours too. Gross.

Amy Santiago, will you marry me?
Jake Peralta, I will marry you.

I am autistic.

I’m the weird one, the one you see out of the corner of your eye. My movements are different, obvious. Sometimes I’m waving my arms up and down, a bright smile on my face. A gasp of excitement. Flapping. I’m a hummingbird, trying to fly.

I’m obsessed. I dive wholeheartedly into fandoms. I know everything about the greek gods, about the world of Harry Potter. I am wearing a shirt with the pi symbol. You look a little closer. The symbol is made up of the numbers. You comment on it and the words come flying out of my mouth. I know so much about this. I love this topic. My special interests, I infodump to you.

I’m overwhelmed. I’m rocking, it’s all too much. I have to get out. Don’t touch me don’t touch me don’t touch me there’s too much noise I can’t handle it out out I need to get out don’t touch too much. My hands are over my ears, my eyes squeezed shut against the brightness. The carpet feels like rubbing a hedgehog the wrong way. I am overreacting you say, but I cannot process anything properly anymore.

I stop talking. I cannot say a word. I try to but all that comes out is a noise. Stop grunting I am told. All that comes from her are grunts. I am a boy but I cannot correct you. I am too overwhelmed to function properly so I follow like a zombie. Silent. Nonverbal.

I am nervous. I am rocking. Silent. Afraid. Anxious. You are An Adult. You should be able to do Adult Things. I cannot do these things. I cannot talk to that person. Don’t make me do that please. But you don’t listen you yell and get mad. I cry, silently. I say nothing. I am nothing. I curl up. I rock. I have no voice, no power. I do not know myself. Everything scares me.

I need a cat. I speak up. I am terrified. I found a job I can do. It is a small job but I can do it. I need a service dog. I need help. I am telling you this because you said it is okay to ask for help. But it is not okay. It is not okay if it does not fall under the invisible guidelines you have set. I don’t know. I don’t know what I am doing. There is nothing in my brain. I have no ideas. You told me my ideas were Wrong. Very Wrong. But then you ask me for ideas of which I do noy have. You do not listen to me when I tell you ideas but not having any ideas is Not Okay? What did I do? I don’t understand. I never understand.

The world hates me. I understand this now. The world was not made for me. The lights are too bright, the noises too loud. I do not understand these invisible rules. I trip over them again and again and again. The things I touch and feel are Bad textures. The smells too strong, the tastes too much. My brain doesn’t work right. I get overwhelmed too easily. I get burnt out but I am called lazy. I have a meltdown but it is just a tantrum from a spoiled child. I shut down but according to others I am uncooperative. Those who take care of me are so brave, so courageous for putting up with someone like that. People hate me. It is okay, even accepted to kill me. Organizations want to get rid of me. The world wants to get rid of me.

I speak quietly.

I am autistic.

pretty boy ☾ peter parker

summary : you think peter is very pretty, and your duty as his girlfriend is to tell him every chance you get.

wc : 1.4k 

  Peter Parker has freckles. They’re countless in amount and infinitesimal in size, but they’re spread across his sloped nose, his cheeks, and some of them are scattered across his shoulders from the days he spends at Rockaway Beach in the summertime sun not because he likes the beach, but because you do and you drag him there almost every day throughout July. He doesn’t mind. He can’t have you taking the train there alone, and he’d rather spend time with you in the sweltering heat than leave you by yourself. If you’re sitting close enough, the way you are right in this moment, you can count each one of those stars on his cheeks and play connect the dots with a ballpoint pen, if he’d let you. He most likely would. Peter would let you get away with anything. If you were to try to kiss each individual freckle that was settled there on his skin you’d be pressing your lips to his cheeks for hours on end. He’d like to see you try such a thing. 

   Peter Parker also has the sweetest brown eyes you’ve ever had the pleasure of gazing into. They were warm and kind and they felt like home whenever he turned them on you in that loving way he held. You love the way he looks at you, often and bright with happiness. You haven’t stopped looking at him since you started all those months ago, you couldn’t anticipate a time when you would. He doesn’t mind the permanent way his eyes settle on you, but it’s the way you’re always looking at him that makes him blush and turn his face away. He’s not much to look at, in his opinion. 

    He whines a little when he catches your eye again, trained on him like a reflex once again. His face glows a red the color of a ripe strawberry as he spins around in his chair and stares at the peeling cover of his science notebook. “What’s wrong, pretty boy?” You grinned when he flushed a deeper shade of crimson, still evading the smile that crept across your face. 

   “Y/N,” he whines once more, the heat creeping up toward the tips of his ears. He turns toward you, holding his cheek in his hand and keeping his elbow propped up on the swivel chair. “You know I get all,” he squirmed around in his chair, “flustered when you call me that.” The admittance came with a great reluctancy on his part, but it only made you smile more as you walked across the room and cleared away the clutter of his desk, taking a seat there so you could continue your study in Peter Parker. “I’m not pretty.” 

    “Shhh,” you chastised, using your foot to spin him back around. “You’re very pretty, Peter.” He stretches out his hand, waiting for you to grab it and hold it as careful as always. He presses a kiss to your knuckles whenever you hold his hand, he knows you think it’s the sweetest thing ever and that every single time he does it, you swoon like it’s your first date all over again. He’s big on holding hands. It’s intimate without being too much, and the teachers can’t really scold him for holding your hand the way they can for kissing you against the lockers when you both think no one is around. Still, he kisses your hand, and you close your eyes, smiling shyly. Then, you say, “How’d I get the sweetest, prettiest boy in the universe to be mine?” 

   “Oh, god,” he takes his hand out of yours and covers his cheeks with them, feeling the warmth of his skin against his palms and squeezing his eyes shut. He can’t believe what you’ve made him. A blushing mess undone the moment you call him pretty, sweet, yours. “Feel my cheek,” he demanded, grabbing your wrist and pressing your palm to his face. You laugh. 

   “You’re burning up, babe,” you say, patting his cheek. “I can’t help it. I have to compliment you. All the time. Every hour of every day.” You tap a finger against his cute nose. 

   “I would compliment you but every time I try you swoop in and render my speech incoherent with that little nickname you have for me,” he kept his fist against his cheek as he stared up at you, your legs dangling off his desk as you extend your hands out for him. He takes them, presses them to his cheek. 

   “What nickname?” You question innocently. “Oh, oh, oh, I know which one. Pretty boy.” You held his scrunched up in embarrassment face in your hands, squishing his cheeks. “So pretty.” 

    “I’m gonna spontaneously combust.” The words came out muffled because of the position his face was in, but if he were being honest, he could feel himself light up every time you said he was pretty, as amusing as the word was to him. Even if he doesn’t think he’s much- anything, really- to be fond of, he’s happy, so happy, that you disagree. 

   You call him pretty boy every chance you get. You seize the opportunity with pride, throwing a wink his direction when you can because he has the dopiest little smile on his face for the rest of the day even if he feigns irritation in the moment. 

     You greet him every morning outside his apartment building with a cup of coffee in your outstretched hand and a sweet smile curling at your lips and a, “Morning, my pretty boy,” and Peter starts his school day with a blush, his arm around the shoulders of the girl that he loves. You lean up to kiss the corner of his mouth. He’s invincible. 

    Then, you see him in chemistry class, goggles strapped to your face and a stupid apron around your neck. His heart still stops when he sees you. You slide in the seat between him and Ned, pulling at his goggle strap before it snaps back to his head as gentle as you can manage. “Did you finish the lab conclusion, pretty boy? I’m stuck on the last sent- Ned what happened to him?” You turned to the other boy, eyebrows raised in confusion because Peter is motionless and the redness is spreading all over his neck. 

   “You called him pretty again,” Ned replied, stretching his hand across the table and waving it in front of Peter’s face. “He’s probably just offended that you didn’t greet me with a compliment.” 

   “C’mon, Ned, you know I think you’re gorgeous.” 

   “I’m actually not deaf, guys.” Peter nudged you playfully, rubbing his cheeks with the sleeves of his gray sweater. You ruffle his honey hair. 

  “We know,” you answered. “Ned’s stunning, obviously-” Ned grins at this- “but you’re forever the only pretty boy for me.” Peter scrunches his nose up. Then, he takes off his goggles, placing them next to the looseleaf paper that has his neatly compiled lab report scrawled over the page. He leans forward, scooting his chair close to you so he can remove your goggles, too. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you quick. He’d put more passion into it if the teacher wasn’t standing across the room, looking for any excuse to separate the two of you. Every teacher was the same. He pulls back after a second, his hands lingering on your cheeks when he gazes at you. 

   “I love you, you beautiful and lovely and wonderful girl of mine.” Triumphantly, he removes his hands and places them back down on the desk. He catches it before you turn away toward Ned, and for a brief and fleeting moment, it’s there on your cheeks. “Oh, oh, what’s that I see? Is that a blush?” He jumps around to Ned’s spot, a stupid, prideful grin on his face as he savors the moment for himself, commits the pretty sight to memory. “Pretty girl, are you blushing?” He pressed his hands to against your face, pinching your cheek gently, lovingly. You punched him in the arm, a warning behind your eyes, but Peter didn’t care in the slightest. 

   “Yes, you big idiot,” you mumbled. “Happy now?” 

   “Oh, I’m very happy.” 

   “I hate you.” 

   “Do you really?” Peter raised his eyebrows, resting his palms against your shoulders and rubbing his thumb along the place where your collarbone peeked out of your shirt. 

   “Of course not,” you said, a grumble in your tone. “I love you and your pretty boy face, sweet little freckles and all.” You poked a couple of his freckles and kissed the one by his mouth. Peter sighed, still smiling brightly because no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t pretend to be annoyed at you when you called him that name. He’d wear it with like a badge of honor, grateful for it. He had an effortlessly gorgeous love that thought he was the prettiest thing she had ever laid her eyes on, so what more could he ask for? 

Movie Date

Pairings: Peter Parker x Reader, slight Stony

Request:

Could you please write a Peterxreader where reader is the youngest member of the team. One day they have a movie date in the tower and the team spies on them?Could it be in the point of view of the team?[bonus points if deadpool is in it] thanks <3            


Wade has created a chatroom.

Wade has added Natasha, Tony, Thor, Bruce, Steve, Clint, Vision.

Clint: What, Wade?!

Tony: Can we text later? You’re going to distract me!

Bruce: I need to ask, but is it not weird that us, adults, are spying on Y/N and Peter, our youngest and most loved members movie date in a very cramped up spot?

Natasha: If you don’t like it, then you can leave, Banner. It’s not weird. We are just being protective parental units/uncles/adopted android sibling.

Vision: Overprotective*

Steve: Should they be sitting so close? Natasha, should they? Maybe I should go in and sit between them.

Tony: I will kick your ass, Rogers! Don’t you dare ruin their date!

Thor: Grab him, Stark! I shall lay Mjolnir upon him so he may not move.

Steve: Try it and I will run off with Mjolnir!

Thor: You? Worthy? HA! Do not fight us!

Steve: I know you have your doubts. I know deep down you know that I was faking not being able to lift Mjolnir. Would you like to test me?

Thor: Anyone has any rope?

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Imagine your boss, Dean Winchester, flirting with you every time he can.

“And last but far from least-” you let a small sigh, looking at the door in case someone was coming “Mr Fury asked to see you.”

“Fury? As in Nick Fury?” Dean raised and eyebrow, his interest peaking.

“Exactly. It either has to do with the damage you and Mr Stark caused on your small trip around town or-”

Dean chuckled, leaning back in his chair “Come on (Y/n), we were drunk!”

“That does not justify it. On the contrary, it was reckless to go take his suits while being drunk.” you said with a pointed look and his smile turned into a softer one.

“You know-” he leaned forward so that he was closer to you “I love it when you care so much about me.”

“Mr Winchester.” you scolded softly, not meeting his eyes but still unable to hide a small smile from your face.

“I thought that by now we had agreed on that, sweetheart. It’s Dean.” he said, sounding a little disappointed.

“You know that can’t happen, Mr Winchester.” you mumbled, starting to place all of his files in place. Anything to keep you occupied from looking him in the eyes “I’m your assistant.”

“Well then we can arrange that. I could always fire you.” he gave you a cheeky grin as with wide eyes your head snapped to him.

“What?” you stood there frozen for a second until he started laughing at your expression.

“Just kidding. There’s no way on Earth I would fire my most trusted worker.” he shook his head “Besides, this enterprises would crumble down without you here to be honest.”

“Glad you appreciate my job then, Mr Winchester.” you chuckled with a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at your boss.

He rolled his eyes for a moment “That’s just not going to go away easily, is it?” he huffed, almost disappointed and you bit the inside of your cheek; still not looking at him.

“Wish it could.” you mumbled and saw him from the corner of your eye get up and walk towards you.

“You know it can-” you almost jumped at how close he had gotten without you realizing it, his breath only fanning over your cheek and his hand on your back “It’s all up to you.”

“Mr Winchester please-” you glanced at the door nervously “Someone might walk in. I just- I don’t want them to think I am taking advantage of-”

“Of who? Me? Sweetheart by all means, do so.” he gave you a boyish grin and you couldn’t stop a chuckle at his words, shaking your head.

“No. Of the time I spend with you. I- I worked hard to get this position.”

“I know, I saw it for myself.” he frowned slightly “That’s why you got the promotion.”

“Yeah, well if they see us like this they’re not going to think exactly that Mr Winchester. I don’t want people to assume I am here because I am sleeping with my boss.” you placed a hand on his chest, regretting it but still pushing him away. You couldn’t even dare look him in the eyes, you couldn’t take the heartbroken look on his face.

“But they don’t have to see us, if that’s the problem.” he suggested after a long pause and you frowned.

“What?”

“I mean if that’s what you’re most scared of- we don’t really have to tell everyone. Let them find out on our wedding day.” he added with a wink and you couldn’t help but giggle at him.

“Mr Winchester-” you started with a small whine but you knew you didn’t have an excuse good enough. Honestly you were mostly trying to convince yourself that you couldn’t be with him than him in the first place. Besides, it was your own feelings you had been battling with mostly these days than your boss’s advances and flirty remarks.

“Come on, just give me a chance. You’ll see I’m not that bad!” he threw his arms in the air and you bit your lip.

“Mr-” you stopped yourself “Dean, I know you’re not.” you confessed looking him in the eyes “And I know that if the circumstances were different- I wouldn’t have hesitated for a second. Especially after such a surprise.” you added with a chuckle and he grinned.

“You like them?” he remembered the flowers he had sent to your apartment. One of his many attempts in getting you “Took my brother’s advice in it.”

“The flowers were amazing, really.” you admitted “But I was mostly referring to the sweets, especially the pie.”

“Well, that one was my idea actually.” he confessed, full of pride and you giggled.

“Oh I bet!” you shook your head with a laugh.

“Say-” he spoke up, a hand again being placed on your back “How about I take you out… for pie and burgers and we can make a fresh start?”

“Dean” you sighed “You’re not going to give up, are you?”

“Hell to no.” he confessed.

“May I ask you- why are you so interested in me? Up until a few months ago I was just one of the secretaries until I became your personal assistant. But still- nothing more.” you dared look him in the eyes, only to see confusion written all over his face.

“I think we’ve made it clear that you got this position because you are the only one that actually puts effort into their work. Plus, you’re the only one that knows me so well and doesn’t dress up on purpose to show off and turn me on.” he shrugged, before pressing you close to him “That happens either way.” he added and you rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.

“I’m only wearing a white blouse and pencil shirt.” you mumbled.

“As I said- too fucking hot.” he growled almost in your ear and for the first time you let him kiss your cheek without you pushing him away.

“Dean” the way his name left your lips was definitely something you weren’t planning on.

Dean grinned widely “See? Already getting there-” he licked his lips “Do you really want to know why I am so interested in you?” he said in a low rough voice “Because you’re special. Because every morning you have walked in my office, hair a mess, no make up on and clothes a little a little wrinkled with a few buttons undone-” he paused for a moment, his eyes roaming your body “I can only think of how gorgeous you look, and how I’d love to see this sight every fucking morning. Especially after an intense night of-” he paused grinning up at you, only to see a hint of red on your cheeks.

“Gosh I would so love that.” he breathed out huskily, his breath tingling your lips as his face stood only a few inches away from yours.

“I’m- I’m not that-”

“I swear to god, if you complete that sentence I am just going to grab you and prove you wrong right here and now in any way you can imagine.” he said with a slight growl and you swallowed the lump in your throat, feeling yourself shiver when his hands started traveling. You couldn’t deny you liked it a little too much.

“Do you even know the things you do to me when you lean over my desk?” he whispered, resting his forehead on the side of your head; his lips brushing past your ear “With those tight, black skirts. I’ve had such a fucking hard time concentrating during meetings just because of you. You don’t even have to touch me, hell not even say something and I know I am a goner. I can’t think straight when you are in the same room. And gosh, you’re not even doing it on purpose. You’re so clueless.” he grinned “So adorably clueless.”

“Mr Winchester” you whispered, fisting his suit jacket in your hand.

“And the way you say that- I hated it so much at first, it felt like you put a wall between us. I still do but at the same time-it sounds so innocent, so unintentional that you can’t realize how cute and hot it sounds at the same time.” he chuckled and you bit your lip.

“And as if all of that is not enough you- you are such an amazing woman. You actually listen to me when I need it, you try to understand me and you- you love rock too. You listen to me ramble about my car when my own brother always tries to make me shut up when I do. You actually know so much about me, every side of me, that no other woman I’ve been with has ever known. And that’s only because you are the one interested.”

“I can’t help it you know.” you whispered, looking at him through your eyelashes.

“I know. Trust me baby, I know.” he breathed out, cupping your face and before you had the time to react he crashed his lips to yours.

matt boyd: neil josten??? yeah, he’s amazing [digs into jacket pocket] [pulls out hundreds of thousands of photos of neil] he’s my best friend–just look at him [flips through them] i’m so proud of him [shoves photos in your face] see this? this is the first time he dragged riko moriyama. it was on national tv. god i love him so much.

Deadpool (2016) Sentence Starters
  • "Shit... did I leave the stove on?"
  • "You're my hero!"
  • "No, no, no, THAT I ain't."
  • "I had another Liam Neeson nightmare."
  • "You know, they made three of those movies. At some point you have to wonder if he's just a bad parent."
  • "What the SHIT?"
  • "I'm gonna wait out here, okay?"
  • "Fake laughter. Hiding real pain."
  • "I'm about to do to you what Limp Bizkit did to music in the late 90s."
  • "Yeah, technically, this is murder."
  • "Love is blind, ____."
  • "This shit's gonna have nuts in it."
  • "You're a lovely lady/man, but I'm saving myself for ____."
  • "That's why I brought him/her."
  • "Do you like what you see?"
  • "Your face is the stuff of nightmares."
  • "Like a testicle with teeth."
  • "You will die alone."
  • "You look like an avocado had sex with an older, more disgusting avocado."
  • "So, am I suppose to just smile and wave you out the door?"
  • "Think of it like spring cleaning."
  • "Life is an endless series of trainwrecks with only brief, commercial-like breaks of happiness."
  • "Finish fucking her the fuck up."
  • "Language, please."
  • "Suck a cock!"
  • "I'd go with you, but... I don't want to."
  • "If your right leg is Thanksgiving and your left leg is Christmas, can I visit you between the holidays?"
  • "Maximum effort."
  • "I'd say that you sound like an infomercial. But not a good one, like Slap Chop, more Shake Weight-y."
  • "Do you want any clothes that are not monochromatic? Have fun at your midnight showing of Blade II."
  • "Listen ___, if I never see you again, I want you to know that I love you very much."
  • "Wanna get fucked up?"
  • "Have you decided what you're gonna say to her?"
  • "Fuck me!"
  • "I don't have time for your goody two-shoes bullshit right now!"
  • "Why such a douche this morning?"
  • "Why don't you do us all a favor and shut the fuck up."
  • "Today was about as much fun as a sandpaper dildo."
  • "Oh, I wouldn't do that if I were you."
  • "You can't buy love, but you can rent it for three minutes!"
  • "That's the shit emoji. You know the turd with the smiling face and the eyes. I thought it was chocolate yogurt for so long."
  • "You're really gonna fuck this up for me?"
  • "You've got something in your teeth."
  • "Do you have an off switch?"
  • "We have everything we need now."
  • "I swear to God, I will find you in the next life and I'm gonna boom-box Careless Whisper outside your window."
  • "Ever had a cigarette put out on your skin?"
  • "That was not mean! I'm proud of you!"
  • "I'm gonna need all the guns."
  • "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
  • "Seltzer water and lemon for blood."
  • "It reeks like old lady pants in here."
  • "Your crazy matches my crazy. Big time."
  • "Four or five moments. That's all it takes to become a hero."
Close enough

Genre: Angst/Fluff

Pairing: Jimin X reader

Fandom: BTS

Request:  Hey could you please do an imagine where the reader and jimin are fighting and he says that he hates that she’s really clingy and he hates when she ‘steals’ his clothes and that hurts you but you didn’t show it and then you guys make up but you still thought about what he said so you stopped being clingy and stopped wearing his clothes and doesn’t realize at first but when does, he feels really bad and sad bc he loves when u are clingy and loves when you wear his clothes.

Originally posted by kths

Your eyes followed your boyfriend’s annoyed figure as he paced around the room. Today must have been really stressful for him because since he came through the door he’s been nothing but on edge. A small thought in the back of your head told you not to pick a fight with him but another part of you knew that you didn’t need to be treated rudely because of something that effected him at work. 

“Fine. Look, I’m sorry….Let’s just drop it..” You told him, sitting back on the bed. 

Jimin stopped in his tracks, looking back at you.

“Drop it? Y/N this might not be a big deal to you but this isn’t something I’m just going to drop!”

You grew silent as you heard his voice raise towards you. He groaned, bringing his hands up to his face. 

“All I’m saying is I can’t have you texting me all the time. I already got scolded once for responding during a meeting and I really don’t need to be on my boss’ bad side right now. It’s just- too much…Sometimes I feel like you’re always trying to talk to me about something and I need personal space. I don’t get why that’s so hard for you to grasp..” He mumbled.

“I just missed you. I didn’t think it was a big deal-”

“You didn’t think. That’s my point.”

You tilted your head, giving him a direct look. 

“What the hell is your problem today? I already said I was sorry..”

Jimin sat down on the bed. 

“There’s just so much going on right now and I just don’t need you always on me. Maybe we should take a break or something.” 

Your eyes widened at the words you feared most besides, “I think we should break up”. 

“You can’t be serious-”

You hand extended to hold onto your boyfriend’s arm but Jimin pulled his own away. 

“I can’t do this right now. I can’t hear about how much I’m away from you, I can’t deal with you always stealing my clothes, or waiting for me to come home, or making jokes about me leaving you all the time. I’m tired of you being so clingy!”

The tears you were holding back started to well up on your eyes until your vision became blurred. You hadn’t realized how he really felt about all of this. You had just assumed that all those times you were missing him that he was feeling the exact same way. You stood up from the bed, sliding the hoodie of his that you were wearing and threw it onto the ground. 

“Fine! I won’t be!” 

Seeing you cry must have really hit a nerve in him because before you were able to head out of the door he stood up in front of you. He held you against his chest even as you tried to push him away. 

“Wait. I didn’t mean it about the break thing. This went way too far and I crossed the line. I wasn’t trying to make you cry, I just got upset over nothing.”

He looked down at you but you avoided looking up at him as your head was now resting on his chest. He could feel your head move every time you sniffled, just giving him even more guilt.

“This isn’t really about you texting me too much. I think the lack of sleep and over working is just getting to me…I’m really sorry. I’m taking this out on you when it’s not even your fault.” 

You felt his warm hands come up to your cheeks as he leaned your head up to face him. 

“I’m so sorry…” He whispered. 

Jimin used his sleeve as an attempt to wipe your tears off and by the look in his eyes you could tell he really meant what he was saying. You knew this sort of stuff was hard on him but you wish he wouldn’t hold it all in until he explodes all the time. Nonetheless you accept your boyfriend’s apology by giving him a nod.

“Seriously. If I ever do something like this again I really wouldn’t blame you for leaving me.”

The worried expression on his face made you crack.

“I get it.” You let out.

Jimin gave you a light kiss on top of your forehead.

“Should we get ready to go out for dinner then? It’s on me.” He said in a convincing tone.

Seeing the puppy eyes he was giving you, you gave in instantly.

“Alright.” You smiled, running off to get dressed.

Ever since that one fight things seemed a little off between the two of you. He would do things that made you think he was still trying to make up for that one day and even though it still bothered you, you wish he would just let it go. You tried to be empathetic but you didn’t want him to keep doing things just to keep you happy. You wanted things to just be normal so you decided that maybe it wasn’t all just because of work. Maybe he actually wanted space and was afraid to come to terms with it and tell you. From now on you didn’t send him good morning texts at work, no checking up on him, no telling him that you miss him or think about him, no more wearing his clothes because their comfortable or smell like him, no more waiting for him to come home in the living room, and no more random I love you’s.

Jimin also was taking notice of the new changes between you both. He was, in fact, trying to do things to make up for what happened because of how bad he felt. He’d bring home presents, take you out, try to text you more often, and just overall praise you whenever you were around. The problem was he couldn’t help but think you were mad at him still since you started to distance yourself. That is until he realized the things he spewed off during the fight between you. He wondered if you were distancing yourself because of what he said despite him not meaning it. Jimin loved coming home to finding you waiting for him or surprising him with how much you loved him. He missed seeing you wake up wearing his shirt from last night or stealing a hoodie or two from his closet. He never really noticed how much he loved those things about you until they were gone. It was starting to drive him crazy.

As you’re sitting on the couch on your laptop you hear him come home, shutting the door in a rush. You pretend to be uninterested, just scrolling through your dashboard but you hear him walk all the ways over to you. As his figure shadows over you, you look up at him.

“You’re home-“

“I can’t do this anymore. I don’t know what I can do to take all of what I said back but I want to. I miss you like crazy and god, I love you so much, you know that? There isn’t a second that I’m not thinking about you and there’s not a second that goes by that I’m not reminded of you. I want you to take wear my stuff until it smells like you, I want you to text me during work to tell me what you can’t wait to do until I’m home, I want you to just-…I want you to love me like you did before.”

Speechless you sit up from your seat to face him properly as you push aside the laptop in your lap. You hadn’t expected him to come home like this nor did you think you were the one doing the wrong thing. You thought you were just doing what he wanted but there was a hidden guilty pleasure from hearing him admit how much he needs you.  You decided to just tease him a little bit more.

“Hmm, I don’t know. It’s just not really my thing anymore and I think you were right. Somethings are just better left unsaid. I mean you already know I love you, why would I need to tell you that daily?”

Jimin groaned, pouting like a child.

“Y/N…”

You crossed your arms across your chest.

“Yes, Jiminie?”

Without warning you feel him cup your face like before but instead of wiping your tears you felt the familiar feeling of his soft, full lips being pressed up against yours. He took 5 long seconds to completely make you feel as if you were going to melt in your seat just from one kiss. As he pulled away from you, you saw the glimpse of seriousness in his eyes.

“I miss you. Please….just forgive me this once?”

Damn it. For once you thought you had the upper hand but his dumb cute face and amazing lips had won you over again.

“Fine but you have to say it first today.”

Jimin let out a small laugh.

“I love you, Y/N.”

Comfort Inn Ending | 1

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut
wordcount: 3,158
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What else do you love about me? // SHAWN MENDES

Overview: Y/n and Shawn talk about what they love about each other.

Authors note: Purely wrote this so I could gush about how amazing Shawn is 


“Why are you so hot?” I ask while I layed on the hotel bed, my legs hanging off the side. 

“What?” Shawn laughs, turning around and looking at me through the doorway from the bathroom.

I tilt my head to look at him. “I mean like, I know you go to the gym and everything but you’re face- flawless. I cannot find one flaw on your face,” 

“Is that so?” Shawn hums, his back muscles shifting as he turned the tap off after finishing rinsing his toothbrush.

“I’m not usually one to obsess over looks because personality is key,”

“Are you saying my personality sucks?” Shawn teases, flicking the lights off in the bathroom and he leans against the door frame.

I shoot up right, “Not at all. You’re a 10 out of 10. You have the full package. Good as looks, most amazing personality and you can sing. No wonder you got the chicks swooning,” 

Shawn’s head tips back as he laughs, “I only need one chick to swoon and that’s you,” 

“See, that is what I mean. That right there was perfect,” I point at him as I speak.

“Did it make you swoon?” he says smirking, sending a shiver down my spine.

“Just a little bit,” I grin, flopping back onto the mattress.

“What else do you love about me?” Shawn walks over crawling onto the mattress, laying on his side, head propped up on his hand to look at me.

“You have the softest hair ever. Do you use product? I’ve never seen you put any in but then again, I’m never awake early enough to see if you do anything after your shower,” I trail off, eyes flicking to meet his.

“All natural baby,” he smiles, his eyes warm as they lock with mine.

“Of course it is. I’m seriously considering that you might be a Greek god like Hercules or something. Left on earth to be raised by human parents so you could bless all us humans,”

“Pretty sure I’m human Y/n,” he says laughing.

“To be discussed,”

Silence settles over us, the heater humming creating background noise. Shawn leans closer, his nose brushing my cheek.

“Want to know what I love about you?” He whispers, his breath fanning my face.

“My charm?” I ask, winking at him. A chuckle escapes his lips, his head falling onto my shoulder.

“As much as I love your charm I also love how you always try and find something positive in every situation,” 

“I guess I do that,” I smile softly, pecking his nose.

“You also show so much love to all your friends and family. You don’t halfheartedly love someone, you put your whole soul and body into it,” He kisses my forehead gently. “Thats why I’m so lucky to have you in my life and to be able to receive your love,”

“Dammit Shawn, I’m going to cry,” I let out a shaky laugh.

“Aw baby no, this is meant to be a happy moment,” Shawn tucks some hair behind my ear.

“They’re happy tears don’t worry,” I smile at him, my heart feeling as though it would burst at the sight of the man in front of me.

“You’re also the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen in my life,” he says and I gasp.

“But what happened to and I quote ‘she’s not even drop dead gorgeous’,” 

“Y/n,” he laughs, shaking his head at me. 

“Its okay, apparently it kills you anyway,”

buttsexstatistics  asked:

jaxx i'm full on sobbing at home bc u and ducky are getting married and my lil gay heart can't handle this y'all look so happy and it makes me so hopeful for the future oh my god i wish y'all the best i love y'all so much

i’m getting a lot of messages like “your engagement gives me hope!” and while that’s amazing, that also makes me sad! so i’m gonna say it loud here:

your queerness, you being gay, being lesbian, being bi, being trans, being nonbinary, being not cis and/or not straight etc is not a death sentence! happiness does come to us! we face struggle ofcourse, but that’s why queer people’s love is so powerful, passionate and strong. it’s so special. and it IS something ALL OF US can have and will have. All of us.

I love you guys. and thank you SO MUCH from the bottom of my chilly little heart for the love towards our engagement. It’s been overwhelming and we thank you for being on this journey with us ❤️

BTS Reaction to Them and Their S/O Having a Fight but Wake Up Tangled Together

Seokjin:-

Seokjin grumbled and tried to shove your arm off of his forehead. Even though he had acted like he was super mad, he wasn’t. He couldn’t be when he loved his s/o so much. When you were finally awake enough to move he quickly pulled you back to him wrapping his arms around you tightly. 

“ God I actually didn’t expect to love you so much “

Originally posted by blackandwhitebangtan

Namjoon:-

When you and Namjoon went to sleep that night you guys fell asleep facing away from each other. When he finally woke up with his s/o’s head resting sweetly on his chest all of his previous anger melted away. He was always such a softie when it came to his s/o and he could never stay mad at them for long. 

Originally posted by rapnamu

Yoongi:-

As Yoongi woke up he chuckled at the fact that he couldn’t feel his legs because they were in a very awkward position. Both of his legs spirally twisted with his s/o’s. He softly shook his legs from your’s and rubbed his thumb across your sleeping face. Now that he was calm he could finally think and he realized that what the two of you had been fighting about wasn’t that serious.

“ Gosh we are so dramatic “

Originally posted by gotjhope

Hoseok:-

When you woke up and tried to shove Hoseok off you, he just grunted and pulled you even closer to him. In actuality he had forgotten that the two of you had even fought in the first place. A soft “I love you” fell from his lips and you could’t help sighing and melting further into his embrace forgetting all about your fight. 

Originally posted by jaayhope

Taehyung:-

Taehyung was very intent on you not being upset with him. So when he woke up with the two of you snuggled together his heart swelled. He gently kissed your forehead and immediately went right back to sleep, embracing your warmth. 

Originally posted by bwipsul

Jimin:-

Jimin get off of me god” You mumbled to your alseep s/o. He woke up enough for the two of you to get out of the uncomfortable position you were in and plopped back onto the bed dragging you with him. He snuck his arms tightly around his s/o’s waist, spooning them. He could never be mad enough at his s/o that he would pass up a good cuddle. Burying his head softly in his s/o’s hair he went back to sleep. 

Originally posted by senpai-sisters

Jungkook:-

Jungkook would be the one laying all over his s/o. Jungkook has all the strength in the world but he likes to be babied. He hates when the two of you get in fights. He always ends up trying to make the situation better even though sometimes he just makes it worse. When you woke up with Jungkook sprawled all over you, you could’t help but smile and whisper a small “I love this boy” under your breath. He immediately whispered “I love you too” and snuggled closer too you falling back asleep.

Originally posted by theking-or-thekid

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Spencer Reid x Reader 

The team can hear Garcia’s scream from their desks. They used to jump up and run to her office, but now … not so much. Reid sighs and shakes his head, while Prentiss and Morgan laugh and shake their heads. JJ emerges from her office on the second level of the Bullpen and looks down at the three members of the team below her. “What happened now?”

Prentiss smirks and goes back to writing, laughing to herself. “You never know with Garcia.”

The woman in question bursts through the glass doors right then, a flurry of blonde hair and bright colors as she says, “Oh my god oh my god oh my god,” over and over.

“Who announced they’re getting married now?” Prentiss asks. “Emma Stone and Andrew Garfield?”

“As much as I would love that, no,” Garcia responds as she rushes over to them. “What I want to know is what this is!” She stops in front of Reid’s desks and thrusts her phone (her second spare one, that is) in his face. “Enlighten me, Dr. Reid?”

Reid blinks at the sudden intrusion of his personal space before taking Garcia’s hand and moving it back so that he can see what’s on the screen. He swallows when he sees it’s an Instagram post from your account displaying the picture that he currently has set as his home screen on his phone. Reid and you are cuddled together with him placing a kiss on your cheek, and you laughing.

He raises his eyebrows and spins back around in his chair, burying himself back in his work. “Right. That.”

He can practically feel Garcia’s body heat rising. “That’s all you have to say?” she squeals.

“What is it, Baby Girl?” Morgan asks, leaning over in his cubicle/desk. Prentiss does the same.

Garcia walks quickly over to him. “Only our favorite doctor cuddled up with the nicest, most beautiful woman on the planet!” She thrusts the phone in Morgan’s face. Prentiss leans over and looks also.

After examining the photo for a few seconds, Morgan raises his eyebrows playfully and faces Reid. “What is this, prettyboy?”

JJ sighs from where she still stands on the second level. “Did (y/n) post the picture?”

“Yup,” Reid responds, still not looking up from the file he’s reading.

Prentiss looks up at JJ. “You knew about this?” she asks.

The blonde raises her eyebrows. “He’s the Godfather of my child. Of course I knew.” She smiles and walks back into her office, leaving Garcia, Morgan, and Prentiss gaping at her. But they quickly turn their attention back to the doctor.

Morgan whistles appreciatively. “Almost a million likes. Who is this girl, Garcia?”

“She’s totally famous on Instagram and practically everywhere else!” Garcia exits out of the picture of you and Reid and scrolls through your feed so they can see the rest of your pictures. “She’s not really a model, but she also is? I guess? She’s mostly a role model, for, like, everyone, and she raises money for charities and all of that amazing stuff.”

“So this is your girl, kid?” Morgan asks.

Reid finally looks up from his file and looks at Morgan. “My girlfriend, yes. (y/n) and I met about eight months ago when she was on a trip here to D.C. Things just kind of escalated from there, and…here we are. We didn’t really want to tell anyone and let it get out until we were ready.”

“And when, pray tell, were you going to tell us, then?” Prentiss asks.

Reid smiles. “She’s coming to team dinner at Rossi’s on Saturday.”

Garcia makes an almost inhuman squeaking noise at the news, while Morgan and Prentiss just smile. “There we go, kid!” Morgan yells.

“Hey.” The four team members look up at Hotch, who had just walked out of his office. “When you’re all done, BAU room. We have a case.” After they all nod, Hotch continues on his way to their meeting space.

They all stand up and start to gather their things for the meeting. Garcia walks by Reid and places a big kiss on his cheek. He can’t help but blush at the physical contact. “Congratulations.” she says sincerely.

He smiles. “Thanks, Garcia.”

Prentiss and Morgan walk up to him next, and the latter claps Reid on the shoulder with a grin. “Way to go, prettyboy. Your charms finally worked.”

Reid chuckles. “I didn’t even have to use magic this time.”

Morgan grins and wraps his arm around the boy’s shoulders, pulling him into him as they walk up to the meeting.

Originally posted by dxmureminds

Avengers Preference 23 - First ‘I Love You’

A/N - This one is a little fluff. Yay. <3


Thor Odinson

Thor’s first ‘I love you,’ may have been a little bit over-dramatic. To be fair, he had thought the situation a lot worse than it truly was. You had come downstairs, suitcase in one hand and your car keys in the other. Thor, whom had just returned from a mission and was lying back on the couch instantly sat up and walked over to you, a confused look on his face.

“My love, where are you going?” He questioned, a look of fear surrounding his face. “Thor, I have to go-” You began, before he cut you off once more, shaking his head. “But you can’t! I love you!” He shouted, his voice getting higher by the moment, and a smile appearing on your face. “I have to go to see my mother. Just for 2 days.” You explain, before kissing his cheek. “Don’t worry, I love you too.”

Tony Stark

Tony hadn’t expected your visit on the evening in question; you had been out with some friends, and had been in his lap, muttering to himself and JARVIS, and it hadn’t been until late at night when you had made your way to the Malibu Mansion, a drink in one hand and fresh McDonalds in the other. After greeting JARVIS, who told you ‘Mr Stark has been working since your departure,’ he let you down into the lab, and opened up the door.

“Mr Stark,” you grin, seeing the man turn around, an oil stain on his cheek, and his shirt stained from working. His eyes lit up at seeing you in his lab, smiling and Dumm-e poking your side. Tony grinned, motioning for his robot to move away and pulled you close, looking at the bag in your hand. “I bought you food.” You grinned, to which his face lit up. He pulled you in for a long kiss, smiling into the interaction and pulled away. “Did I ever tell you I love you? And for real.” He grinned, pulling you close again.

Steve Rogers

Steve was worried; heck, he was completely shaken. You had been called away from his watchful eye and hugs in order to go into a mission. Although it was simple enough, he couldn’t stop worrying, and found himself pacing around the tower, waiting for a sign or a sound that you would be returning.

When it eventually came, he couldn’t stop himself. He ran over to where the Quinjet would be landing, and tapped his foot impatiently, waiting until the back opened and agents started to get out. Steve was quick to push past everybody approaching, and gasped at seeing you, and you looking to him. Steve ran up to you, picking you up and spinning you around, hiding his face in your neck. “Steve-?” You were a little confused and laughing, before he put you down and tilted up your chin with his hand. “God, please never go away. I love you too much to go. I love you.” And you just simply kissed him back.

Bruce Banner

After telling you about his ‘Little Green Problem,’ Bruce trusted you with most things. However, the worst part was the one day when you got in, and instead of seeing the curly haired boy in the lab, you saw a green creature, growling and ready to smash an experiment Bruce had been trying for so long. 

You were quick to act, taking the Hulk’s hand in your own and stroking it gently, until he began to slowly change, the green fading. Soon, he was shrinking and a shaking, partly naked Bruce Banner was being held in your arms. He didn’t look up for a moment, and savoured your warmth, before looking to the experiment he had already tried so much on. “You saved my work- I- you- I love you.” he murmured, before holding you close again. “I love you too, Banner.”

Loki Laufeyson

Loki had been determined to say the words to you. Of course, he had a certain philosophy that love would hold him back, but with you, it was different. It wasn’t until one morning, when he heard the sound of cooking in Stark Tower, and made his way into the kitchen, that it truly hit him.

There you were, standing in one of his green Midgardian shirts, and smiling as you were cooking breakfast for those around you, and was humming a song to yourself. Grinning, Loki walked over and wrapped two strong arms around your waist, causing you to chuckle as lips were pressed onto your shoulder. “Hey.” You murmured, before he looked down to you and kissed your cheek. “I love you. So much.” He grinned.

okay but i was just thinking

imagine being one of the older people who were around to witness the heyday of the Former Extra Duo™ aka victor nikiforov and christophe giacometti. you probably still have a clear imprint of you palm on the side of your face from facepalming so much. imagine that beautiful feeling of relief because okay, while vitya will never stop being Extra™, he’s obviously settling down with the love of his life (who seems like a pretty calm person thank god) and chris… well, he’s still doing his mature eros butt thing but let’s be real you’re pretty much used to it by now and he’ll most likely retire in a few years.

so things are looking pretty nice and peaceful compared to what they were some years back! right?

now imagine hearing the first notes of welcome to the madness and feeling that familiar dread creeping back in. oh dear god no. not again. there’s heavy metal! sunglasses flying into the audience! is that the 15yo gold medalist stripping on the ice?! gloves are being ripped of! with teeth! and what’s up with the finger guns??

you fit your palm into it’s familiar position on you face and sigh.

looks like there’s a New Extra Duo™ in town.

Bts reaction to mirror and window NSFW

Request: Hi! Can you do a bts smut reaction about them fucking their girls against the mirror and window? With dirty talk if possible haha thank you

A/N: Mirror or window? This is my gift for our 4k <3


Jin

You liked it when he was being rough, although he rarely shows it. Jin slammed into you again, making you cry out in pain and pleasure. He tugged at your hair making you look in the mirror. “Look at yourself.  And you ask if I want dessert? You are my dessert Y/n. Don’t you dare look away from the mirror.” Your body couldn’t take the shame to look at yourself in the mirror. It was too much. Jin got angrier looking at you disobeying him. He stopped his movements, took you bridial style and just slammed you at the window. “If you can’t look at yourself, I’ll make everyone else look at you.”

Yoongi

It wasn’t intentional. You really liked the dress. It was short yes, but not too short. And suddenly, Yoongi is closing the curtain of the dressing room, ripping your panties and fucking you like there is no tomorrow. But it was a dressing room, damn it. Anyone could come in, any minute. Yoongi’s hot breath heated your ear. “Make a noise and I’ll get you out there and show everyone to who do you belong. “ Usually he loved the noises you made, it turned him on, but now he found out something he hasn’t quite seen before. Your expressions. In the mirror and he suddenly got an idea. “I really like the faces you make baby. Shall Daddy buy a mirror, so he can look at you?”

Namjoon

You only came to bring him food. Namjoon told you he didn’t feel like eating in the cafeteria today, so you decided to surprise him with lunch. Your semester finished anyway, so you had plenty of time. When you came in his secretary just shook her head, which meant he was in a very bad mood. Still you went in his office with all the confidence you could find. “Namjoon? I brought you lunch.” He was sitting in his throne like chair and one glance at him made you find everything out. “Kitten. Just what I needed. Come here.” Thirty minutes later your thong was ripped in pieces on the floor, your face and boobs were rubbing on the cold glass of his office and your begs were music to his ears. “Look at the people down there. If they look up, they can probably see your face, my little beautiful slut. You like when Daddy fucks you against the glass, don’t you?”

Hoseok

Give the chance to Hoseok to just bang you wherever he can and he’ll do it. But even more than just banging you, he liked to get you worked up, to the extent where you just can’t take it anymore. It was your class together, where he just randomly slid his hand under your skirt and started circling your bundle of nerves very slowly and very teasingly. You knew you had to stay quite but just couldn’t. First you and then him excused yourself and then you heard footsteps behind you. Not even five minutes later his fingers were back at your pussy, rubbing and pumping, while his other hand gagged you in order for you to not make any noises. “Pretty girl. I love seeing you layed out for me like this. See the mirror? Look at the mirror. Look! At! The! Mirror Y/N! Good little pet. You want me to fuck you? Your eyes speak so much. I think I found myself a new kink.”

Jimin

Eyes on the mirror. Don’t move. This was his command. Despite the fact that you just wanted to turn around, grab his head and make him go faster, you couldn’t do that. You were at his mercy. You were his favourite toy and you were doing what he wanted you to do. You catched a glimpse of him as he stood up, your juices glistening on his lips, the smirk evident on his face. “You like what you see baby? I love your pussy so god damn much. I can eat you out for hours. Can you see your Daddy in the mirror? I think I solved your problem when you couldn’t see me. Now you see me and even more I can see your beautiful wrecked face. How many times you cummed until now?” “Two daddy.” “I think we can successfully go for a third round before I fuck you good while you watch yourself being fucked.”

Taehyung

*my boy is too wild for windows and mirrors*

Taehyung liked to play mind games with everyone. Like for example wrecking you while making you talk to the neighbors who were right in front of you on the other balcony. Tae’s was licking and biting, scratching and marking, while you were struggling to keep the conversation with the poor, innocent people in front of you. When Tae felt that you were concentrating a little too much on him and the pleasure he was giving you, he would slap your thigh making you remember what were the rules in order for you to receive your reward. An hour later you were spread on the balcony, Taehyungs deep grunts mixing with your quiet moans. “You did good princess. But you are such a dirty girl. Talking to the neighbors while Daddy was putting so much effort into making you cum? I like how you kept your cold, but now let them hear you. Let them now exactly who they have for neighbors. Louder, Louder baby. I can’t hear you. They can’t hear you. That’s it. Good girl.”

Jungkook

Jungkook liked danger and being the bad influence he was. You were partners for a school project and there was sexual tension. You both thought it was long gone, but how could it be? The good girl and the bad boy, the old cliché story, but it was there. The will to submit to him even though your parents were right down the stairs. After dinner when you were almost done with the project Jungkook knew that it was now or never. The boy got rid of his shirt, pushed you on the ground and not long after you were a moaning mess under him. By the time your parents fell asleep, he had you pushed against the window fucking you mercilessly. “Who is my good little girl? Is it Y/n? Are you going to listen to me now? You, always the good one and I, always the bad one. But look at you now. At my mercy. You like my cock? You like how it pounds in you? You dirty girl. What if your parents come and see you like this? I’ll tell you what. I’ll continue pounding into you to show them what their little baby is actually. A cock hungry slut. But mine slut. Are you? Yes you are.”


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anonymous asked:

hcs for the paladins's + coran's and allura's reactions to their s/o saying "i love you" in their sleep?

okay bye coran?? gotta love the guy jsjddjsfhgh can’t believe i’m writin for him


Coran

  • okay he be like… what
  • did you just…  dID ANYBODY ELSE HEAR THIS????
  • so he rolls over and you’re asleep and he’s like??? excuse me???
  • you just spoke???
  • and then he realizes that you were asleep and he’s like !!!! they did that !!!
  • they must really love me !!!! jdfjh;kd
  • bye boy is over here having his own party like yasss my whole life has led up to this moment
  • probably wakes you up accidentally jdhsfkjsh

Allura

  • girl can we just…. picture this, you guys were supposed to cuddle but she took a little too long to get too bed
  • when she comes you’re asleep and she’s all pouty like aww srsly
  • because yo girl was hyped she was like yay cuddle time
  • but it’s no longer happening?
  • anyway she kinda just huffs a little and crawls into bed anyway
  • and then she just hugs you and then wow it’s a miacle!!!
  • you snuggle up into her and just hold her close and she be like wow okay cuddles after all
  • and then you say i love you
  • and she be like iS THIS HOE ACTUALLY ASLEEP 
  • but it would seem so
  • so she just kinda melts into a puddle because woow that is so cute
  • kind of brings it up when you guys are brushing your teeth or something in the morning

Keith

  • okay but picture tHIS ok he was training
  • and you wanted to be with your lovely boyfi god i hate that word
  • you wanted to take a walk or something but he still wanted to train
  • so you took his little jacket thing and curled up in the corner
  • “i’ll just wait for awhile” yeah right 
  • so when he’s all done, and you’re asleep wearing his jacketand he’s like what a pain but he’s a blushing mess ok
  • so he picks you up - hes strong ok - and then you snuggle yourself into him and he’s like “cute” n he’s really blushing
  • and then you just take a deep breath and mumble out i love you and he just???
  • he stops walking and he’s on fire ok
  • so he just walks you back to your room while blushing and puts you on your bed and then he stands there and he’s all should i??? ehh whatever
  • and so he cuddles with  you
  • and tells you he loves you too

Hunk

  • okay but iMAGINE THIS you guys are just lounging around the room, hunk is trying to figure out this digital thing and you’re just laying down by him, your elbow tucked under your head, facing his thigh. you just wanna get him to finish n then hit the hay
  • and he’s saying things outloud like “oh this is interesting” and “so if we connect this wire,,,” and it’s rlly calming
  • so you start falling asleep
  • and then you snor a little and he turns to look at you n you asleep and he’s like ‘y/n bro don’t leave me’ 
  • and then you snuggle INTO His thigh 
  • okay like your face is kinda pressed against it and then you tell him you love him and he’s like
  • ‘rEALLY’ and he’s so happy because wow!!!
  • if you say it in your dreams, it means you’re thinking of him
  • n your think abt your love for him while you’re dreaming
  • hunk is so happy he can’t focus anymore so he goes to tell lance because pshttt what good are friends if you can’t tell them what your s/o is yet to know jsdhjdkfh

Pidge

  • bye okay she’s working late, and you guys are doing that cuddling thing 
  • where your head is on her back and your arms are around her
  • and you fall asleep while she’s working because hello that girl stays up too late
  • so you fall asleep and then you get your throat caught on a small snore ish- and you snuggle closer into her
  • and then you just kinda mumble i love you katie
  • and wow she dead
  • like she seriously dead okay because wow you sound so cute like that
  • and !!!you used her real name!!!!
  • she is so embarrassed because you are too cute she’s just dslkjkjfljewds
  • She tried to slow her heart beating and continue but i mean
  • it’s you….
  • and you’re cute

Shiro

  • okay this happened to shiro a lot
  • him falling asleep way after you
  • he usually just holds you there and tries to drift off
  • yeah well today he was doing that and absentmindedly rubbing patterns into your back
  • and then you snuggle really close to him and just mumbled in a really sleepy voice that you loved hm
  • but your eyes are closed so he’s like srsly bro is asleep??? agh
  • but he thinks it’s so cute
  • he blushes a lot and just holds you there for a moment before mumbling he loves you too
  • he’s still so embarrassed though
  • like i mean were you awake were you asleep, he doesn’t know
  • so he asks you abt it
  • “i-i’m sorry? i must have been asleep” that makes him rlly happy okay dlkjdfjlfjglk 

Lance

  • okay so it’s been a long day, he’s tired you’re tired
  • everybody is tired
  • so he does his skin care routine, puts on his face mask and gets to bed
  • where your butt is long asleep
  • he huffs a little because well no fair
  • but then he kinda just goes wHATEVER
  • and he slides into bed and you notice the shift right away
  • he just moving to get to your guys most comfortable position
  • and then when you get in it, he smiles because this really is comfortable
  • and then you hug him and start moving around and then he’s just watching you with that smile on his face
  • and then you say it wow
  • lance baby is so bLUSHING HE IS SO RED OKAY
  • LIKE HIS WHOLE FACE EXPLODES INTO RED
  • AND HE’S LIKE YUP ME TOO
  • god he loves you so much???
  • tomorrow he will tease you about it
  • but rn he just holds you closer