he is not supposed to make many cute faces

Confused Papa // Min Yoongi

Originally posted by vminv

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: Anonymous said: Hi there! I was wondering if I could request some domestic Yoongi? I read a lot of great smut fics (yours included) but I’m really feeling gross and fluffy haha! I love your writing keep up the great work!

Your husband Yoongi takes a trip to the store with your 1 year old son and get’s a little confused when it comes to buying diapers!

Language Note: Yeobo = a term of endearment used usually between married couples. Translates as something like “honey” ^_^


Pushing the trolley-cart with your 1 year old son Shiwoo safely strapped in, Yoongi made his way down the supermarket aisles while doing the weekly grocery shop. Usually, it would have been you in place of him, but today you were currently attending a busy meeting at your company, so your lovely husband volunteered himself to do it for you seeing as it was his day off. “How hard could it be?” he thought while on his way to the store – just a 10 minute walk on foot from your house with Shiwoo cooing and laughing in his buggy, strolling along and having the time of his life with his Daddy.

“Okay…we got all of the food…now we just need to get your diapers and baby mush, little man” Yoongi reached into the baby seat in the trolley, ruffling Shiwoo’s thick, black hair and beaming down into his brown eyes that he often compared to as ‘huge saucers’ from his Mummy. Shiwoo gurgled back in delight, making incoherent sounds and words up into Yoongi’s face while grabbing his own toes and playing with them, making Yoongi’s heart swell in his chest as he turned the corner down into the baby aisle.

“This should only take us a few minutes, then we can go home and start making dinner for when Mummy gets back. You’ll help me, right Shiwoo?” Yoongi cooed, making kissy faces down into his son’s face and proceeding to engage in baby talk that no other person could understand unless they themselves were a parent also. Yoongi was under the impression that buying the necessary baby items would have been a piece of cake, but upon taking a closer look at all of the brands of diapers, he began to lose hope.

“What’s the difference between the pink ones and the blue ones? Is it stupidly gender related? But wait…why are there yellow ones too?” he said out loud, causing several passing mothers with their babies to look at him and giggle silently before going about their business. He took no notice however, being so engrossed in trying to figure out and remember which ones you usually bought. He stood up, pulling the shopping list out of his pocket and looked down to see just ‘diapers’ written underneath ‘pureed baby food – red jars’. He put his hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it while furrowing his eyebrows together. He had never even thought about having to decide between different brands – did Shiwoo need extra dryness protection? Or did he need longer lasting soft comfort? Did it matter what colour they were? Yoongi let out a disgruntled sigh, letting his jaw go slack while slightly pouting his lips together – the face he often made when he was frustrated or irritated; the face you so happened to fall in love with. He decided that enough was enough, pulling his phone out of his pocket and leaning over the handle of the trolley, letting Shiwoo play with his free hand as he dialled your number – praying that you would at least be out of the meeting by now.


“Thank you very much Mr. Tomille – I’ll be sure to send that email as soon as I get home! Have a safe journey” you waved your associate off as he got into his car with his assistant. It had been a long three hour meeting filled with headaches and lots of disagreements, but you really pulled through for your team and secured a great deal for your division – making you feel on top of the world as everyone congratulated you. You made your way back into your office, picking up your handbag and coat to walk out of the door, when you seen that you had 4 missed calls from Yoongi.

“Oh shit” you breathed out, feeling panic set in as you fumbled to call him back. Your mind immediately went to the worst possible thing that could have happened and believed it to be true as you heard the call pick up on the other end.

“Yeobo, are you okay? Is Shiwoo okay? What’s wrong?” you stammered, feeling your heart thump in your chest as you began quickly walking out the front door of your office building on to the street.

“Everything’s fine (Y/N), don’t worry. We’re still at the supermarket” you heard him say calmly along with the faint familiar sound of the bustling store in the background. You breathed a heavy sigh of relief, feeling the state of panic slowly departing from your body as you unlocked your car doors and got in to the drivers seat, taking your heels off and replacing them with flat shoes for driving.

“You’re still at the store? Why? Sorry for not answering you but I was still in the meeting.” You said as you hooked your Bluetooth piece to your ear and set the phone in the handset, hearing Shiwoo gurgling from the other side of the phone and smiling to yourself.

“Okay, this is gonna sound so stupid but what diapers am I supposed to get for our Shiwoo? There’s like, a billion different kinds here. Why are there so many?” he chuckled, making you laugh out loud at how cute your husband was. You imagined the look on his face upon being overwhelmed by so many diaper brands while he asked Shiwoo for his advice on which ones to get.

“Oh baby, I should have been more specific in my note. Get the ‘Huggies’ brand – the ‘extra dry more play’ box. They’re white with blue stripes on the edges. Can you see them?”

Yoongi looked around for a few seconds, before spying the correct box that was sitting in front of him the entire time as he looked back at Shiwoo who was as usual, giving him a beaming, gummy smile.

“I got them yeobo, thanks! Alright, we’re gonna finish up here and we should be home soon. Where are you?” he stood up, flinging the diapers into the trolley before reaching over to the other side of the aisle and grabbing the baby food.

“I’m on my way back now. See you at home?” you smiled, hearing Yoongi’s deep chuckle as you stopped at a red light, watching 5 or 6 school kids walking across the road on their way home from school. Your heart surged in your chest at the thought of having more babies with Yoongi and being able to watch them walking to and from school by themselves in the future that you almost began crying right then and there.

“Yeah, but don’t even think about starting dinner when you get in. Me and Shiwoo are making you jjigae tonight – so just put your feet up and be ready for our kisses when we get home” he said softly into the phone as he curled his finger underneath Shiwoo’s chin, tickling him and making him giggle. You took off again once the light turned green, smiling with gross, unbelievable endearment for your sweetheart of a husband as you nodded and shifted gears.

“Alright then, I’ll let you two boys do all the work then. I could get used to this you know” you replied playfully, hearing Yoongi giggle as he approached the checkout to pay for all the groceries.

“See you at home baby, I love you”.

First Time with Bangtan?- Yoongi

Summary: You woke up in the middle of the night feeling a bit needy. Luckily, Yoongi knew just how to take care of you and your first time.

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Word Count: 2k

Related but not necessarily a prequel: Pillowtalk with Yoongi


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A Day on the Beach

Peter made the poet in you come to life. You never thought you’d be the type of person to indulge in saccharine love and yet you couldn’t love Peter any other way if you tried. He laid in your lap as you sat on the beach. Tony was somewhere with Pepper, Steve and Bucky were somewhere else, and Sam went to go get drunk with Natasha. That left you and Peter on the beach together, his head in your lap as you read sweet poems aloud to him.  He toyed with a seashell in his hand. You stole glances at him as you read. You remembered how you used to pinch at your thighs with distaste when you wore shorts, but if they were any thinner then they wouldn’t be as soft, and Peter deserved the softest of pillows under his head. As you thought about this you let the book fall to your side.

“I was listening,” he protested.

“I know you were, but the book was in the way of your pretty face,” you admitted, running a hand through his hair. He blushed at your compliment, squirming slightly for a moment before covering his face with his hands.

“Stop it,” he groaned, his voice was muffled by his hands. You laughed lightly as you let your hand continue combing through his hair.

“Pete, come on, look at me,” you begged after a few seconds of being without his gaze. You didn’t like it, not being able to see his face whenever you wanted to. He moved his hands and looked up at you with a bashful expression. You leaned over and kissed him.

“Your eyes always reminds me of freshly baked chocolate cake,” you murmured as you hovered above him.

“Stop it!” he whined, covering his face again.

“Peter, let me woo you with sappy compliments,” you laughed.

“I can’t it’s too much.”

“So I shouldn’t tell you that you have lips like a pink rose?” you asked, “or that I’d walk hundreds of miles just to kiss them?”

He looked up at you with an exasperated expression, “I mean I’m supposed to say those things to you!” he complained.

“You make me fuck up the stereotypes. I want to stand outside your window and boombox Somewhere Only We Know. I want to buy you flowers, so many flowers that you’ll have no idea what to do with them all. I want you to be  bathed in flowers. My sweet handsome flower boy.”

He rolled over so he could hide his face in your stomach. You laughed again, patting his shoulders to try and comfort him. You never thought you’d be okay with having someone this close, to have someone as cute a Peter with their face against your stomach without sucking it in at all. He deserved the softest of things, you’d never deny him the softness of your stomach. Steve and Bucky walked past. Steve glance at the two of you and rose a confused eyebrow.

“He’s being bashful. He can’t take my sappy saccharine love,” you explained, “I want to shout how much I love you from the roof tops Peter,” you teased, “I LOVE PETER P-” suddenly his hand was over your mouth.

“Stop!!!” he laughed. Steve and Bucky shook their heads and muttered about young love.

“You are so sappy!” he complained, but you knew he loved it. He moved his hand slowly as if he expected you to start yelling again the moment he move it. When you didn’t say anything he slowly settled back into his previous position, lying on his back using your thighs as a pillow. You quickly bent grabbing his face in your hands, and pressing as many kisses as possible all over his face. He laughed and half heartedly pushed you away.

“My sweet cherub,” you cooed between kisses, “my handsome manly man, my heart, my love, my shnookums.”

“Hey! Love birds!” Tony yelled, and your head snapped up to look at him. Peter sat up too. Tony opened his mouth to scold the two of you but as he looked at the both of you he couldn’t help but to laugh. Peter had lipstick marks all over his face, and your lipstick was smudged. You looked at Peter and laughed too. His hair was all askew and lip prints were all over his face.

“I like this look Peter,” you admitted, “You should always be covered in kisses… wanna know why? Because love looks good on you.”

He rolled his eyes, then surged forward and kissed you. He leaned into you heavily and you weren’t ready so you fell back on the beach towel.

“Hey! Don’t suck face on my watch!” Tony yelled, “I’m telling your Aunt about this!”

Peter sat up and looked to Tony, “Don’t tell May!” he yelled back.

“Leave them alone, Tony!” Natasha yelled, “They’re in love.”

You sat up and turned towards the bar to give her a thankful smile. She only winked in response. You wondered why Sam hadn’t yelled at you yet, then you realized he was putting the moves on someone at the bar. Peter settled back on the beach towel, and you laid on your side, supporting your head with one hand  so you could play with his hair again. You  sort of hovered over him, blocking out the sun. He opened his eyes to see what you were up to know. He looked up at you curiously, then his face settled into a smitten smile.

“You know when Prince Eric wakes up after Ariel saves him from drowning?” he asked. You nodded, “You’re kind of recreating that pose right now.”

“Are you saying I look like Ariel?” you asked skeptically.

“Nah, you’re prettier than Ariel, plus dating someone who’s half fish is a little weird.”

“So you don’t want me to sing Part of Your World to you, because I’ll do it.”

“No… but you kind of look like sunshine… if sunshine were a person… the sun is in your hair and it… it looks like sun rays,” he tried his best to sound smooth and romantic, but his delivery was halted and awkward and distinctly Peter.

You grinned, “I’ll be your Ariel…I’ll always save you when you need it, because nothing makes me stronger like your fragile heart.”

“Why are you so good at that?!” he complained. You laughed again, he sounded so frustrated.

“Maybe because I love you more.”

“No!” he disagreed.

You rolled your eyes because you didn’t mean you loved him more than he loved you. No you meant you loved him more than anything else. More than you could hate the fat on your thighs, more than you could hate the way your stomach stuck out, more than anything that could make you unhappy about yourself because because Peter loved them… and you loved Peter.

“I love you more than anything else.”

“I love you too, Pete, like moons love the planets they spin around.”

~Mod Lillian

What a Beautiful Crime

Pairing : UsUk | AU : Omegaverse - Alpha x Alpha | Oneshot


This lil’ thing is dedicated to my hoes @chunruu & @lily-clare because I feel like they’ve done a lot for me and I don’t recall doing much back. So here’s a gift to y’all. It’s bad but it was the least I could do for now sdfhjgdsf

A/N: This was written at like 2am and I didn’t get it beta read so just ignore any mistakes ok ty

_______


“I’m wearing sweatpants and a baggy T-shirt. Why are you eyeing me like that?”

The edges of Alfred’s lips pulled themselves up into a mischievous grin. He hadn’t expected Arthur not to notice, he was being quite conspicuous with his manner of ‘checking out’.

“Does that even matter?” He hummed in response, hitting the small circular button on his phone to switch the device off.

Arthur cast his gaze awkwardly to the side, as if unsure of how to answer.

“I can still think you’re hot when you’re hiding your skin, Art.” The taller of the Alphas sighed, swinging his legs off the side of the bed and toying with the fabric of his khaki shorts.

“…That’s charming.” Arthur answered nonchalantly, albeit somewhat hesitantly before making his way across the room to his desk- one he had constantly reminded Alfred to stay away from.
It was his desk specifically used for studying, and he knew how boisterous Alfred could get sometimes.. Losing any useful source for his education was always a burden and Arthur knew how to get angry when necessary.

Whilst the Brit began rummaging through his drawers for God knows what, Alfred wondered if Arthur was genuinely unaffected by his compliment and whether or not he should feel offended that he hadn’t received the reaction he was hoping for.

They both fell into a comfortable silence, the only sound within the room emitting from the drawer Arthur seemed so immersed in.

Alfred fidgeted. Why couldn’t the other look so immersed in him for once? They rarely ever got… What would one say, 'saucy’ with each other.

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Namjoon Scenario: Always a Family.

Request: Hi can I request a scenario where rm daughter keep asking him why him and her mom are not married because their co parenting her so he has to explain it ^_^

Genre: Fluff / Family.


Namjoon smiled mildly while arranging Hyejoon’s blanket over her body, making sure that her shoulders were properly covered and that she felt cozy around her pillows. He had let the lamp of the bedside table on, just like she liked, he did this every time she stayed with him that was mostly the weekends.  

Hyejoon was hugging a stuffed dog that he had gifted her a year ago, she always carried the plushy around and usually couldn’t sleep without it. 

-Do you want me to read you something?- he offered when she was all set in.

Hyejoon smiled and shook her head. -I’m too old for that daddy-

Namjoon smiled as well. -Of course you are, but a story doesn’t hurt anyone- Namjoon looked at her bookshelf. -What about The Little Prince?-

The little girl shook her head again. -Tell me about something else-

He sat down at the edge of the bed. -What do you want to know?-

-Yesterday the teacher told us something I don’t understand-

At this he frowned a little, paying attention to what his daughter was saying. -What is it sweetie?-

-She said that moms and dads live together, but mom and you don’t, how is that?-

The question made Namjoon speechless, which meant a lot considering how eloquent he was. He looked into his daughter’s eyes and saw how confused she felt about that issue. -All moms and dads don’t live together, you shouldn’t worry-

-The teacher said you had to be married to have a child, are you and mommy married?-

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i’ve been giffing ben for … so many years now, i suppose 5 years, and i will never get tired of giffing the same cute expressions on his face like when he lifts his eyebrows, or does the :> smile, or his wrinkles in his eyes when he smiles or when he tucks his lips inside his mouth (idk how to describe it) when he’s thinking, or when he looks down and then up and makes a little eyebrow lift dflkjad, the finger on his upper lip is also a classic, didn’t see it today though

anonymous asked:

Monoma neito x fem!reader fluff? They're at a sleepover with tsubara, kendou, pony, and some other classmates and they're the last ones awake and had to share a sleeping bag. He realizes it's bigger than just a crush on her. They end up sleeping cuddling and wake up in each others embrace. And guess what? They were the last ones who were up in the morning and the squad took pictures and hardcore ships u! Including flustered af neito ✨, I REALLY LIKE YOUR WRITING AND AM THIRSTY FOR MORE OF MY BOY

“Tsuburaba, your only job was to bring enough sleeping bags. How did you mess that up?”
The offending boy turned to Monoma with a glare. “You said we’d have the whole class! I brought the right amount, nineteen bags for nineteen people!”
Kendou sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Twenty. There are twenty people in this class, Tsuburaba.” The rest of the class was busying themselves with gathering snacks and setting up the movies that Pony brought while Tsuburaba thought over his mistake.
“Oh,” he started, bashfully, “I forgot to count myself. Oops.”
“Since he’s the one who didn’t bring enough, Tsuburaba should be the one without the sleeping bag,” Monoma declared, “it’s only fair.”
Tsuburaba looked indignant. “That’s ridiculous! I did go get all of these sleeping bags, I should at least be able to use one!”
After watching the boys squabble for a minute, you decided to speak up. “How about we just go through the night like normal, and whoever’s up the latest can figure out what to do with themselves. Sort of like a prolonged game of musical chairs. That way everyone has a fair shot at a sleeping bag and no one has to be forcibly excluded from the chance.”
Kendou smiled and clapped you on the shoulder, and Monoma couldn’t help but notice that it looked like it hurt. “Great idea, [Name]! I’ll take it upon myself to let the rest of the class know.” She trotted over to a cluster of classmates who were busy setting up what Pony called “A Bbbbbeeeee-raaated masterrrrpiece from the 80’s” to deliver the message. Monoma was willing to bet his school funds that the movies were gonna be hilarious.

He was right. Both of the films that were shown that night were an amalgamation of awful special effects, overacting, and bright colors, and Monoma was sure they would’ve been terrible if there was anything to allow him to know what people were saying. Towards the middle of the second movie (which was something about aliens that were also clowns?) near everyone had nodded off, leaving you and Monoma as the only awake people in the room.
You looked at him and shrugged. “Wanna just share?” You were pointing to the last sleeping bag, which definitely could have held the both of you. “I mean, I don’t mind, and it’s easy enough.”
“Uh…”
“I get it if you don’t. I could see how that might be awkward and all, so—“
“No!” Monoma took a minute to clear his throat and try to recover from that damning voice crack. “I mean, it’s totally fine with me, as long as you don’t kick in your sleep or anything, haha.”
“Nah, I think I’m good. I’m gonna go to sleep now though, so feel free to squeeze on in whenever you need.”
He took you up on that offer after about five minutes of contemplating his options, quietly sliding in beside your sleeping form. His eyes trailed over your face, taking note of your relaxed expression, the way your hair fell over your eyes, even the tiny little snores you were making. You were cute, Monoma knew that, but he’d never seen you like this. You looked so… soft. Maybe he had more than a crush on you after all?
Well, whatever. He’d work it out in the morning, he supposed. He drifted off to sleep, nose-to-nose with you for what he hoped was the first of many times.

Both of you woke up to the sound of Setsuna’s giggling and a bright flash in your eyes. “Guh… whas’ happenin’?” Your voice was still heavy with sleep, and Monoma cracked his eye open to see your classmates standing over the sleeping bag.
“Good morning, you two! Sleep well?”
“Aw, why’d you have to wake them? It was cute!”
“Yooooouu twoooo were snugggggling…”
Neither of you were ever getting out of this, huh?

themissimmortal-deactivated2017  asked:

May I requests some cute Cor fluff? 💜😎

*Deep deep breath* Okay, I’m trying not to panic. I hope you enjoy this. I honestly feel like it could be better-I had this idea when writing Cor fluff and I was like ‘what’s fluffier? Wedding day or first date?’ I went with first date, but now I’m kinda wishing I went with wedding day. Oh, well, story for another day I suppose. Hope it’s fluffy enough, it kinda got angsty towards the end. Sorry. 
(。•́︿•̀。) Also, I went more tame and didn’t go with NSFW (only slightly) I hope that was okay. 

Tagging the senpais: @themissimmortal @roses-and-oceans @bespectacled-girl  @gladiolus-mamacitia tagging’s being a bitch for me right now so i’ll come back and tag others later. 

Anywhere at Anytime
CorXReader
SFW (with a teaspoon of NSFW in the mix) 
Word Count: 2,473


When you walked in Cor’s apartment, you knew it was going to be a good night. Not only was the place practically spotless unlike the last time you’d been there (which wasn’t horrifically dirty, but your main concern was the month old Kenny Crow food in the fridge) but there was also a pleasant aroma, your favorite fragrance that you had in your own apartment. Soft and romantic pop music played from a stereo on the counter and the only lighting in the entire apartment were lamps and a few candles on the dining room table. Clearly, your boyfriend had done his research and you couldn’t help but smirk at the adorable lengths he was going for your first official ‘date’. 

But strangely…it just felt off for some reason. You weren’t sure why. 

Well, then the smell from the kitchen hit you and you were instantly distracted. Ignis had clearly given the man some pointers. 

Cor apparently didn’t hear you come in, as he was facing the stove with his back to you, his concentration very clear judging by his stance and occasionally glancing at the open cook book with highlighted tidbits from Ignis in the book. You had seen Cor cook before and he certainly wasn’t the worst cook ever, but he was no Ignis; it melted your heart to see Cor trying so hard to make dinner for you that night. Taking off your jacket to reveal your tight form fitting red cocktail dress, you observed quietly as he kept sighing exasperatedly and muttering to himself on how pink the meat was supposed to be before he took it off the stove and placed it into the oven. 

The marshal, no doubt one of the strongest men in Insomnia-in all of Eos, probably-was worrying if olive oil was supposed to be that color. It was actually pretty adorable. 

But that still didn’t stop you from sneaking up behind the man and yelling ‘BOO!’ in his left ear. 

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Snowball Fight XII: Cold, Snowy Balls

A/N: Soooooo–I came up with this idea like two days ago and honestly….I had too much fun writing this. It’s a bunch of shit. Nearly 5000 words of stupid shit, so please forgive me ahaha

Anyway, I don’t want to give too much of the story away–so just go ahead and read!

Genre: Crack???? xD

Pairing: A little bit of everything thrown in lmao

Words: 4,979


It’s a terrible idea. The worst idea ever—and of course you’re the one who gets stuck doing it.

Your sorority vs Beta Tau Sigma—a yearly snowball fight that comes around after the first heavy snow of the season. Its tradition—and, sadly, every year its tradition that the 7 boys of Beta Tau Sigma win as well. But! This year, the referee has given you a little…advantage—a card trick that could possibly let you win for the first time if it’s played right.

“Y/N has to do it,” you sorority leader says, the other girls on the team nodding in agreement as they all turn to look at you. Immediately you’re shaking your head, holding your gloved hands up in your defensive.

“No way! Why me??”

“Because they like you! We know that at their last party you were seen hanging around with Taehyung and Jimin~,” one of the girls tease, finger coming forward to playfully poke at your shoulder. You sigh. Yes—you had gotten along with the boys very well at their last party and in the past too, but…this is too much.

Opening your mouth to try and reroute the daring duty onto someone else, you don’t manage to get a word out before your leader places her hands on your shoulder and grins at you cheekily.

“It’s gotta be you. You got this. Now let’s goooo!!” she screams, pumping her fist in the air, and at that moment the referee blows their whistle, signaling that the match between ΣΣΣ and BTS has officially begun, and all your sisters run off into the battlefield. You stay put, looking around frantically, and quickly waddle through the boot-deep snow over to the referee.

“You said that you agreed to let this happen, right?” you say, clinging onto their shoulder when you nearly fall. The referee is here every year to make sure that when people are hit—they come out of play. No cheating is allowed. “But did BTS agree to it??”

“They agreed to let you all have a secret advantage, this year,” the male says, glancing over at you with amusement on his face. “But they don’t know what it is—since that wouldn’t be fair. So—yes, they did agree to it.”

Fuck,” you groan, covering your face with your hands, and the guy has the audacity to laugh at you. Clearly everyone is enjoying this situation but you. “But how am I supposed to do this?? If I get hit with a snowball I’m out, right?! This is never going to work, anyway!”

“Oh, they never told you? You’re allowed to keep going even if you’re hit—that’s a part of being the ‘chosen one’—”

“You make it sound like I’m Harry Potter or something what the fuck—”

“But yeah,” the guy interrupts you, rolling his eyes amusedly. “Even if you’re hit you can keep going until the last person on your team is out. But once everyone else is out—if you haven’t managed to get all of the boys out with the help of your secret, then your team will lose.”

UGHHHH–,” you begin to groan, but the referee shoves you forward, motioning to your team.

“I think one girl is already out. You better hurry.”

“Shit,” you curse, and take a deep breath, accepting your fate. You want you and your sisters to win for once—so you need to just…buckle down and do it, right?

With that little spark of determination in mind, you clamor onto the snowy hills before you. You’re in an area of campus with a lot of tree and also buildings to act as cover. But luckily the area you’re playing in had been made smaller since the previous year—when the entire western end of campus had been used, and a girl had gotten lost in the cold for a few hours. That…hadn’t been good to say the least.

Noticing that your sorority sisters are mostly staked out behind the shut off fountain near one of the buildings, you sneak through the trees towards the other end of the field, eyes scanning the pure white grounds for any splash of color that would indicated one of the BTS boys. However—

“Gotcha!” An excited voice rings out, and you gasp as two arms wrap around your waist. Spinning to try and escape the familiar grasp, you fall ass first into the freezing snow, jeans immediately soaking in the cold as the person who had grabbed you falls on top of you—their beanie slipping off on impact to reveal brilliant silver hair.

“Park Jimin,” you greet with a laugh, hand digging into the snow and the fluffy flakes crunching in your palm, quickly turning into a small, solid ball.

Grinning at you widely, both of his hands caged on either side of your head, his thick thighs somehow having ended up around your hips—the cute yet deadly boy winks.

“Don’t even try it,” he warns you, seeing how you now have a tiny snowball gathered in your hand. Holding your eyes with his gaze, he lifts one of his hands and reaches down, pulling a pre-made snowball out of one of the pockets of his coat. Your gaze narrows at him immediately, corner of your lips twitching up into an amused smirk.

“C’mon then—hit me. Let’s not prolong this,” you tell him, lifting your hands over your head—a sure sign of your defeat. Jimin laughs.

“Are you saying that you don’t want to stay here in the cold snow with me straddling your waist?”

“I don’t like bathing in snow, necessarily,” you tell him. He winks, lifting the snowball in his hand and allowing it to drop down onto the front of your coat. A light hit—but something like that would usually be counted as an ‘out’ either way.

“But you apparently don’t mind my legs on either side of you,” he teases, but politely slides off of you either way. Pushing to his feet, he bends down and offers you a hand, and you gently take it, allowing him to help you to your feet. However, as Jimin’s eyes crinkle at you—his guard completely down now that he thinks you’re out—you rush forward. Obviously you catch him off guard, because he stumbles back into a tree, only able to watch you with wide eyes as you reach down and hook two fingers under the band of his jeans—managing to snag his underwear as well.

“Woah! Wha–??” he says in shock, grabbing your shoulder to try and push you away—absolutely stunned by what you’re suddenly doing—but his voice cuts off into a breathless scream when you shove the small snowball in your hand down his pants—the snow resting comfortably in the crotch of his underwear.

“Shhh!! Shhh~,” you whisper to him, hand slapping over his mouth as a whistle blows in the distance, a ‘Park Jimin—out!’ sounding from the referee. Jimin waves his arms widely at the announcement, sinking to his knees and grabbing his crotch as his hot, uneven breaths fan out against your glove.

“You boys agreed to us having an advantage, remember?” you tell him, only feeling slightly regretful. Honestly…now that you’ve done it you feel hype to do it again. This is just too funny. “Well—this is it. A-And—you can’t tell anyone! That’s a part of it!” you add in as an afterthought, Jimin’s wide eyes shifting up to look at you. You remove your hand from his mouth once he nods in understanding, and immediately Jimin hurries to dig the melting snow out of his boxers.

“Sorry,” you tell him with a quietly laugh and bend down to hug him, your coat-covered chest pressing against the side of his face briefly during the embrace—and then you’re off again. Feeling a little bit better about your role now, you continue scouting the battlefield, wondering just who it is that you’ll come across next.

Who would’ve thought that getting the role of the girl who needs to shove snow down 7 boy’s pants would be so damn fun?

Sliding around the side of the building, you pause when you spot none other than Min Yoongi camped out on a small set of stairs, piles of snowballs scattered around him.

Deciding to play off the fact that you’re not out—Jimin’s snowball print still showing on your chest—you begin walking towards him with a smile on your face. However, when Yoongi spots you he immediately flinches into action—hand reaching to ready a snowball as his eyes narrow at you.

“Hey—woah! I’m already out!” you tell him, holding up your hands defensively. You motion to the snow on the front of your coat and Yoongi relaxed slightly, arm dropping as you approach.

“You’re not lying, are you?”

“Why would I ever lie to you, oppa?” you say cutely, shooting him a wink and making a small motion with your hand. Immediately Yoongi licks his lips, trying to keep himself from smiling because dammit you’re totally not cute, he swears.

Laughing, you walk up the steps towards him and pick up one of his snowballs. “Why’d you make so many?”

Yawning, stretching his arms above his head—his face disappearing partially into his puffy coat—Yoongi relaxes, leaning back onto his hands.

“It’s spare ammo in case the others need some.”

“Not participating?”

“Do I ever?” he asks, grinning, and you grin back. How the hell are you supposed to distract him so you can shove a snowball down his pants…?

Dropping to your knees all of the sudden—Yoongi stares at you in surprised confusion, eyebrows raising as you lean in towards him.

“Ever been blown in the snow before?”

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anonymous asked:

could you do jimon & 28 for the kiss prompts? 💕 thank you!

28. Last surprise kiss before I go off and do something dangerous

“So,” Alec says, as he enters the institute, Jace in tow. “It appears that Jace is under a little bit of a spell.”

“Uh,” Simon says, pausing in the middle of trying to throw another wadded up ball of paper into the trashcan. So far it’s 4-3 in favor of the trashcan, and Simon is determined to beat it. “And this is my problem why exactly?”

“Because he seems to be convinced he’s in love with you,” Alec says, at the same time as Jace goes “Simon!” And throws himself in Simon’s arms.

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When They See Your Self Harm Marks at a Fansign (Hoshi/Woozi/DK/Seungkwan/Jun)

JUN

When you approached him at the table, his eyes would automatically shoot towards your marks; at first he wasn’t going to say anything, but since he made very obvious direct eye contact with them, he couldn’t not say anything now. He’d be very straightforward, maybe even blunt, “Oh? These are no good” He’d then proceed to kiss his fingertips and place them on each and every cut, sincerity pouring out of his eyes.

Originally posted by satanteen17

HOSHI

This cutie could react one of two ways; he could ask about them openly and tell you how worried he was, or become extremely shy and avoid them at all costs. It wasn’t that he couldn’t be bothered to talk about them, it was just that what was he supposed to say? Were you comfortable talking about your marks? So many possible outcomes. Either way, he’d be a cute ass human being, treating you no differently from all the other fans and make it an enjoyable event, for both of you.

Originally posted by fyhoshi

WOOZI

He wouldn’t ask about the scars I don’t think, he’d keep it to himself because he didn’t feel it was his place to talk about something so personal with someone he just met. When facing you, he’d try to hide how worried he really was (since this smol bean loves and cares for everyone). He would try extra hard to make you laugh and make sure you left with a smile on your face.

Originally posted by sevixxteen

DK

Since he had just met you that second, he wouldn’t ask about them, worried that you weren’t comfortable talking about your scars. He didn’t want to take the risk of potentially spoiling the mood, but he is internally very worried about you. He’d act as if he didn’t see anything and continue on with a bright smile, making sure to leave a good impression. If he ran into you later, he might whisper, “Stay strong” or something like that on the DL.

Originally posted by pabospoiler

SEUNGKWAN

“Omo! What happened here?! Tell me everything.” He’d let you pour you feelings to him, just in case you needed someone to talk to and consult your struggles with. You could see the genuine concern in him, “You can get through this! I’m taking it upon myself to ensure every single Carat is a happy one, and we can’t do that unless you’re happy too, right? Didn’t think so. Please listen to our music when you’re down and I’ll help you get through it again, remember what I’ve said, got it?”

Originally posted by hoshis-got-me

Hip Hop Unit here

~Admin F

Kissing Booth

A/N: This is a silly AU oneshot that I started writing a few months ago, when I was lurking around watching y'all but not participating in anything. I finished it now cause I needed a break from the multichapters I got going on… And some sloppily written fluff sounds half-decent after the series 3 emotional masacre.

It was prompted by this post (there’s also an upgraded version of it here) that Dunja (♥) made and the title is pretty self-explanatory. No angst in this one, for a change. It was supposed to be short and cute, but it got slightly out of hand, as usual.

Disclaimer (that’s a fancy word but idk how else to call this): If this has been done before, I’m sorry, but I’ve missed so many fics in the past … year almost, that I honestly wouldn’t know.




“Shut the fuck up, Arnold” Finn mumbled, as he shot Chop another death glare, the deathliest so far. Archie was laughing so hard that he was struggling with his breathing. See, Chop had been making kissy faces and disgusting snogging sounds for the past three minutes straight and Finn’s reactions were getting more and more hilarious by the second.

The last day of college was over, so Chop had joined Finn and Archie after class and the three of them were heading to The Swan for a celebratory pint. Despite having no idea what he’d do with his life now that he was done with school, Finn would be relishing the warmth of the sun on his exposed skin and the thought of the summer that had officially begun… if it wasn’t for Chop doin’ his head in.

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Schweinski World Cup 2014 Masterpost

This summer we were not to only fortunate to witness the German National Team lift the Cup for a fourth time, but also blessed with the return of the greatest of Bromances: Schweinski

Hi guys, thanks for reading this: I got a lot of Anons asking me to add all the latest Schweinski stuff to the Schweinski Masterpost I made earlier, which I was very keen to do ;) but I decided just because of the sheer length of that Masterpost to make a separate one just for the moments at this tournament (which is still gonna be huge). Enjoy ;)

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1k of victuuri!!! bc i love them and i have been dying

“You’re cute, Yuri.”

Is something he hears maybe a dozen times every season—likely due to his height and his chubby cheeks and his inability to properly communicate the praise for his competitors who deserve the title so much more than he does. He’s cute in many senses of the word. Many times from the mouths of his competitors who don’t see him as one back.

It’s when Victor says it right after a crash and burn into the ice that has Yuri crawling back up onto all fours and swearing under his breath that he would get it the next time. He’s breathing so harshly, Victor has abruptly shut off the music, suggesting they maybe take a break, and the echoes of sound cutting so deafeningly into the silence around the rink has Yuri swearing right to his face then.

“What the hell, Victor?!”

It’s unintentional, just like the jump he’s been missing over and over again for an hour, and he’s immediately regretting the words as soon as they leave his mouth, scattering across the ice to where Victor is standing on the sidelines. Yuri feels his own face twist at what he’s just hissed at his coach—nay—hissed at the god of competitive figure skating himself.

And that’s when he hears it.

“You’re cute, Yuri.”

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karatam  asked:

why did you dislike Will from the start?

Okay, so after he tried to kill Trish because he was Kilgraved, Jessica was very clear about how going to check on her would not help, and staying away was the best thing he could do for her. Trish herself was very clear about the same thing.

So, boundaries were set. The right thing to do is to respect them, but Simpson wants to assauge his own guilt so much that he goes and forces a gift of a gun (?!?!) on her. And sure, he pays lip service to not forcing himself in her space by walking to the end of the hallway and all, but he shouldn’t even have been there? I’ll give him that he was probably trying to deal with his trauma of being forced to hurt someone against his will, but dealing with your trauma by making someone else’s trauma worse is not? okay? It’s selfish.

And then he keeps breaking boundaries, by ignoring Trish’s opinions and putting down her abilities even though it’s not his fight, doubting Jessica and going against her wishes and full-on blaming her for failure, even though she is the most experienced and best equipped person to deal with this, and his constant defiance of her is actually the reason their plans fail so many times.

And then his speech about the Barbie and GI Joes was probably supposed to be cute, but all it did was rub in our faces that he sees himself as “the guy who protects people” (I can’t remember if that’s the exact quote but it’s something like that), and once again that might be the immediate reaction to being forced into attacking someone against his will, but his actions after that, his repetition of that “good guy protector” self-perception, his insistence that he is trained for this and he knows better and once again, his resentment and distrust of Jessica, show that he is one of Those Guys who has already cast himself into the role of The Hero. Real heroes don’t think of themselves as heroes, and the people who do usually end up being either dangerous or condescending or both, in his case.

And at first it’s not obvious because he does temporarily back down when called out on his breaching boundaries and his inflated sense of self-importance but it’s just that, temporary, and probably just born out of guilt from the attempted murder, because he eventually just stops trying to pretend he has any faith in anyone but himself and “his boys”, but by then they’re so convinced he’s at least a decent guy that no one realizes he’s been a giant walking Red Flag since the beginning.

Idk this is probably not as clear as it sounds in my head but I just felt very validated when I found out that he’s a genuine villain in the comics and this was all probably on purpose.