he is too adorable to be true

An actual cinnamon roll that’s too precious and should be protected at all costs, Kim Yoosung. 

Like, look at his smile: it’s so pure, so genuine, and he just GLOWS okay?

Originally posted by bestboy-oftheday

Depressed Yoosung is a heart breaking Yoosung.

But expect sweet, honest phone calls from him:

And cute chats:

Especially this one: 

Because bashful Yoosung is adorable 

+ More phone calls because he is just too sweet.

He is also quite selfless at times, to the point where he pretends to be okay so the MC doesn’t worry about him: 

A true gentleman:

That’s terrible cheesy. 😂😂

But is nonetheless loveable:

Happy birthday, Yoosung!! 💕

Weekender

Summary:   Jack hates conventions – the crowds, the noise, the forced socialization, but it’s a work thing that must be done. Enter Samwell Hockey Player, Eric Bittle, who attends the convention with a group of friends. Suddenly things begin to look up. Jack and Bitty meet at Falcs Fest. Flirting, shenanigans, and love ensue. 

“Jack, I realize it’s not how you want to spend your weekend,” George said then paused to take a long sip of coffee. “But it is what it is, and everyone has to do it.” She smiled and added, “So suck it up, mister.”

Jack frowned, “Fine. Fine. Everyone else has to attend, too, right? Everyone?”

George leaned back in her chair and nodded, “Yes. Tater, Thirdy, Guy, Marty, Snowy, Poots – everyone. Misery loves company, after all.”

Jack huffed petulantly.

“I’m kidding!” George said with a laugh, “Come on. The Hawks are always bragging about their convention, so we have to make our inaugural one fantastic and have everyone there.”

Jack shrugged and took a pen from George’s desk, he twirled it absentmindedly in his fingers.

“Jack, it’ll be fine, and guess what? You might actually enjoy it. An entire weekend surrounded by adoring fans, eating anything you want, being handed people’s babies, dancing and whatnot?”

Jack got up and pushed his chair in. “Thanks, George.”

George smiled, then took her attention back to her computer, as Jack loomed in her office doorway.

“Yes, Jack?” She asked as she wrote something in an appointment book.

“Do we have to stay at the hotel, too?”

“Up to you, Jack. Do you feel like driving home back and forth early in the morning and late at night? Most of the guys are making a weekend of it and staying there. There’ll be team brunches every morning. We still have a couple rooms available in the block we reserved, so you can stay there if you want.”

Jack frowned again.

George paused and looked at him, “A little fun won’t kill you, Zimmermann.”

Jack nodded, attempted a meager smile and exited George’s office.

“Oh, and Jack?”

“Yes?

"Can I have my pen back?”

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Fix You Up - Castiel

Castiel x Child!Reader

Prompt: Cas crash lands in the backyard of a small girl named Y/N. His wings are bruised and cut. Somehow Y/N is able to see them and decides the only way to fix him up is with a good ol’ fashioned round of doctor.

This is probably gonna be REALLY cute so lets go!


The night was peaceful, calm. The soft hum of cicadas filing the forest air. A slight breeze whisked though the trees eternally, like that mild wind would keep up, forever rustling the trees.

Everything was almost suspended in a painting, the dark blues and greens blurred together in a photographed vision of peace among the earth.

And sitting there inside her bedroom was a little girl. Her bright E/C eyes sparkled with a fascinated innocence as she gazed up at the star speckled night sky. A smile was pasted onto her lips as the slowly moving stars captivated her entire existence.

And then, as if on cue, one star began moving quite a bit faster than the other ones.

She gasped. A shooting star! The H/C haired girl scrunched her eyes closed as she murmured a wish inside her head.

‘I really wish that I could have a friend! Pretty please?’

When she opened her eyes it startled her to see that the star wasn’t going away. It was getting bigger…

Her body was frozen in place as the bright white star appeared more red, a bit like a fire in her mind.

With a loud bashing sound that hurt her ears, the star crashed into her backyard.

She yipped like a startled fox, what was that!? The girl crouched down, her little eyes peaking over the windowsill to see the crater.

A few seconds later, almost routinely, a figure seemingly emerged from the rubble.

The girl gazed back up at the moon, briefly whispering a thank you before sprinting down the wooden steps, grabbing her flowery robe and throwing the door open.

By this time the figure had fully separated from the rubble and began shaking off the dirt that clung to his weakened frame.

“E-Excuse me!?” She chirped, her eyes fully drawn to the massive, towering wings that were attached to his shoulder blades, seemingly phasing through the trenchcoat he wore.

He looked at Y/N oddly, his head cocked to the side like a cat.

“Are you an angel?” He seemed a bit taken aback by this, momentarily wondering how she could have concluded this fact. You know, other than the fact he just crashed into her yard.

He paused, “Yes…”

She didn’t make any move of shock or understanding, only kept on glancing at his wings. In the pale moonlight she could see where the muscle at the top was scratched and some feathers had fallen out.

Y/N pointed to the tops of his majestic wings, “How did that happen?”

The man’s brows furrowed until he concluded that she must be able to see his wings. She must be an angel’s vessel… And a powerful one at that. He suspected that her blood was suited to Violiel. She even slightly resembled her when she was a fledgling.

“…I think that it’s better you don’t know about that” He murmured, his teeth clenching slightly at the pain brought with their crooked angle. Shaking his wings lightly, the dirt was shaken off the folding of his feathers.

The girl shrugged, walking closer to inspect the damage.

“They’re very fluffy… Does your cut hurt?” He looked at the young creation of his father with adoration. With all the things that he had done wrong… This was certainly his most redeeming creation.

“I suppose it does, yes” Almost instantly, she grabbed his hand and started pulling him towards the house.

Her house looked fortunately spared from the wreckage his fall caused. It was true that he was expelled by the angel warding and he needed to return to the fray but for now… He supposed that it wouldn’t be too terrible if he laid low for a night.

“I can fix it! Just you wait!” She said with a cheer.

His sky blue eyes flickered with adoration for the small human, “What is your name?”

“Me? I’m Y/N. What’s your name, angel?” She had pushed aside the front door and beckoned for him to follow her. He folded in his wings to fit and shuffled in after her.

“…Castiel”

Y/N scrunched up her nose, “Cas… Cassiel?”

He shook his head, “Cas-ti-el”

“Cas…ti…el. Castiel… That’s such a pretty name!” The innocent figure had led Castiel into the living room and let go of his hand to rummage around a small box in the corner.

“Aha!” He leaned to the side in order to see what she had brought out.

It was a small plastic container with a red cross on the front. She opened the box and grabbed a handful of packets.

“Sit, sit! I can help!” Y/N grinned at the mere concept of being able to help someone else.

Ripping open the paper packet she revealed a large Dora the Explorer band-aid that she eagerly wrapped around the cuts that fit. Amusement drew a small smile from the stoic angel as she tried her absolute hardest to decorate his damaged wings with bright pink and blue band-aids. He didn’t have the heart to tell her that his wings wouldn’t heal this way.

“Thank you Y/N, it feels much better now” He was finally grasping the concept of why a human would lie in this instance. It made her look so incredibly happy.

With a childish laugh she burrowed her face into the blackish blue shimmer of his feathers, chuckling as she murmured how fluffy and soft they were. “Like a cloud” She mumbled.

It was a truly amazing sight to see, such a pure white soul. So absent of what the casual person would maintain. Her soul was so entirely bright that it practically illuminated the dimly lit living room.

Oh how the world would change poor, innocent Y/N.

But for this one instant, Castiel was pleased to have met the small girl with the bright blue band aids.


So yeah! That was my very first Child!Reader and I gotta say I thoroughly enjoyed writing that! Thank you so much for the ask! 

Whipped...friends?? Or...

Whipped…friends?? (Part One)

Flashbacks*


Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room to join the boys. In fact, he’s stood frozen in place for the past ten minutes, staring at the door Y/N’s walked out through with the excuse of being late for a date she had never once mentioned before. Harry didn’t even think she was dating, let alone actually seeing someone already.

It’s all come as a bit of a shock to him if he’s being honest. He likes to think they had something special going on, but maybe it was just all in his head. Or maybe he should’ve said something to her, proper admitted his feelings and all. But what if she didn’t like him back? Harry’s always been a sort of risk taker when it came to getting what he wanted. But he always thought risking their friendship was too much. If she liked him…that would be amazing. But…what if she didn’t.  

If he told her how he’s stayed awake more times than he can count thinking of her. How he’s watched her sleep next to him and wanted to kiss away the frown she gets when she’s having a bad dream. He wants to jokingly tell her how the boys tease him for being so whipped, and have her laugh because they both know it’s true. He wants to tell her that he loves that he gets along with Gemma and his mum. That they adore her because she’s everything they want for him. He wants to tell her she’s everything he wants for him. He just wants to explain to her, or at least try to because it’s very hard to find the words for it, how she makes him feel…whole. How he misses her when she’s not with him, and only falls harder when she is. 

So no, Harry doesn’t bother going back to the living room. Walks up the stairs of his home instead, body slumped and heart wrenching. He thinks he’s lucky that he’s made it down the hallway and to his bedroom with out breaking down. Managed to somehow drag his feet and supported his heavy body…heavy heart, through his bedroom doors and to the bed. He stares at it for a short minute, thinking about how he’s going to have to sleep on his own tonight. How he’s going to be denied of Y/N’s warmth tonight. He’s not going to have anyone to wrap his arms around, to breathe their scent, to smile into their hair when he wakes up in the middle of the night reminded that he’s not alone. And he sits on the edge of his too big a bed, feet firm on the cold floor, the heels of his hands digging at his eyes because surely this is all a dream..a nightmare. Thinking about it, he doesn’t remember ever being this…this…gutted? Jealous? Empty? Broken? All of the above, and more!


Walking down the streets of anywhere hasn’t been much of a hassle for him since the band’s break. He’s able to walk through roads and into shops with no problem. The paps have been nice enough to keep a distance when taking photos, and he’s grateful for that. So in all honesty, now he’s only ever just a tad tense when Y/N’s with him. But it’s not a bad thing, no, he loves having someone to go around town with, rather just feels the need to protect her a bit more on their outings. 

So he keeps an arm around her shoulder, body tucked close to his, guiding her as they walk down the busy street, pulling her closer when he thinks someone passing by might bump into her. And she doesn’t complain. Tonight’s temperature’s dropped rather low, and the heat emitting from Harry’s body keeps her warmer than she thinks her own coat does. Y/N thinks it’s nice. Loves when Harry’s close to her. Loves the fact that his scent will linger on her clothes for days until she finally brings herself to put them in the washer.

They come to a stop by a hot dog cart, tummies grumbling because they hadn’t eaten anything since brunch, and even then Y/N hadn’t felt well enough to eat more than half of what was on her plate. So as per usual when that happened, Harry had to finish her meal, too, not that he had complained.

Now he’s standing in front of her, hands rubbing at her arms to heat her up as he offers to buy her a hotdog because “ye’ need t’ eat somethin’, kitten. Can’t have ye’ gettin’ sick, now.”

So she nods her head yes and tells him she’ll be waiting for him inside of the bakery they’re stood in front because “s'too cold outside. And I caught a whiff of the goodies! Gonna head in and get us a table.” Harry can’t help but smile down at her, and before he’s able to say anything, she leans up to whisper in his ear, “I know…you used to be a baker.” The sound of her giggle tickles at his ear, his smile only stretching more, and now he understands what the boys meant. He gives a light chuckle, kissing the top of her head before whispering a low, “I’ll jus’ be a minute.”

Y/N never needed to tell Harry how she liked her food, it’s fair to say they know each other well enough not to get the other’s orders wrong. And as simple as that thought might be, it makes them both happier than the other will ever know to know that type of stuff. 

Harry never thought he’d feel such happiness looking at someone either. When his mum used to give him talks about girls and how important it is to treat them like princesses, Harry would wave the comments away. He was old enough to know that yes, his mother did raise him to be a proper gentleman. But he never thought, or at least not at the time because he was so young, that he’d have someone making him feel the way Y/N does. Only ever wished.

But now he’s looking at a beautiful woman standing in a bakery. Her eyes fixed on the displays because he sure knows she’s got a sweet tooth.

“Tell me wha’ ye’ wan’ and I’ll get it for ye’.”

Harry’s whispered words have Y/N turning around swiftly, smiling up at him because Harry’s never short on getting her anything and everything. Not that she ever asked for much. 

He thinks he’s got more money than he knows what to do with, so he’s always more than willing to get Y/N anything she pleased. But that’s the thing about her, she doesn’t ask for much. Give her cuddles and your time and she’s more than happy. That’s how Harry knows she’s meant for him. She’s simple, and Harry loves simple. Harry loves her. 


Harry can’t quite recall at around what time he’s been falling asleep at nights. After that first night, he only knows he’s been falling asleep to memories of Y/N.  

During the days he stares at the TV mindlessly, jumping at the sound of his phone in hopes it would be Y/N. And he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t disappointed to see it was Louis, or Niall, or Liam. On occasion his mum who by some reason or another knew what was going on. Don’t get him wrong, he loves talking to his mum, he just rather wishes it were Y/N.

“Harry, sweetheart-” and he could hear the hurt in her voice. That tone a mother gets when they know nothing they say or do can help a suffering child. “-don’ give up, baby. You fight for her, you hear me.” And Harry will pinch at his lower lip in an attempt to keep his voice steady before assuring his mother that “I won’t mum. I love her." 

The boys come around as often as they did before. And after asking why Y/N wasn’t around anymore, Harry told them "she’s apparently datin’ some bloke. I’ve not heard from her. Won’t return m'calls.”

He’s tried to reach out to her plenty of times. He’s called, texted, stopped by her place, all to no avail. 

And Louis doesn’t remember seeing Harry this down over a girl. “Tha’s shit, mate. She spends every wakin’ moment with ye’ and somehow still meets someone? Reckon ye’ would’ve taken notice, ehh?" 

"Cheryl thinks there’s something else going on,” Liam adds, “says a woman knows when a friend has feelings for a guy. And she says Y/N never quiet looked at you as just a friend.”

Harry would much rather believe this than keep thinking about Y/N doing what she did with Harry with someone else. But he pushes the thought to the back of his mind, because if by any chance she did like him, she wouldn’t have left him.
And it’s awful knowing he doesn’t know when he’ll see her again. All he knows, is that he’s not giving up.


After sulking around for what feels like an eternity, Harry’s gathered up enough strength to pull himself out of where he was staying and into the busy city that is NYC. 

He’s arrived here only a few days ago for business, hasn’t even told Y/N seeing as she won’t answer his calls.

So he pushes thoughts of her to the back of his mind, or at least tries to. And thankfully, the fans he’s just recently met did a good job of distracting him. But only for a moment when he was interacting and taking photos with them.  

And it’s times like these that he doesn’t take for granted. He loves making his fans happy. Loves getting to thank them personally. And though he’s able to keep all thoughts focused on who he’s talking with, the second he walks away to get on with his night and readjusts the scarf she gifted him two Christmas’ ago, is the moment he feels his eyebrows knit in focus, recalling another memory.


If there’s ever any situation for Harry to be protective, it’s now! He doesn’t know how he’s ended up at the park near Y/N’s. Doesn’t remember if he walked or drove. All he knows is that he was lying about in his room when he got a call from her. And hearing her frantic voice going on about how she thought she was being followed had him running out the door before she could tell him where she was.

“Just please, Harry. Stay on the phone with me.” She was whispering and stuttering and her voice was shaky and Harry. Was. Scared. 

Like hell he was gonna just stay put.

So now here he is, phone still to his ear whispering words of comfort. “Where are ye’?” “S'okay, poppet, you’re g'na be okay.” “I promise.”

And then suddenly the worst thing that could happen. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but the rush has him forgetting he’s wearing nothing but sweats and a thin tee in below freezing weather.

He tucks his phone in his pocket.There’s no point, their phone call got cut and all he heard before it did was a man’s voice and her muffled one.

He’s running. Where to, he’s got no clue.

It’s not until he hears a cut scream that he knows exactly where she is. Now. He’s angry.

“Get the fook of a'her!" 

The guy doesn’t even get a chance to turn around and look at him before Harry’s big hands collide with the stranger’s back, gripping at his shirt and yanking him back and to the ground.

He looks at Y/N only for a second, still tucked into the corner the bloke had her in, eyes full of fright.

And honest Harry doesn’t train for these type of situations, but he must admit the boxing sessions are useful in this precise moment. All it took was a right hook to the guy’s face. That was enough to have him falling to the ground again, this time a mouth full of blood. And Harry knows. Y/N knows. He’s gonna have the outline of Harry’s rings imprinted on the side of his face for a while. 

Within seconds Harry’s attention was back on Y/N. Fingers ghosting over her face because he doesn’t know if she’s hurt. But she wraps her arms around his torso and clenches at the fabric of his shirt, face tucked into his neck. Harry exhales into her hair and wraps his arms around her shoulders, holding her against his body as he closes his eyes. 

"M'here. I’ll always be here.” He whispers. 

And Harry knows he can’t ever let this happen again. He won’t. 

But how can he protect her when she won’t let him? 

How can he, when the first time he sees her since that night is by the hand of someone else. 

And…what is she doing in New York?


If you want to forget the boy who broke your heart, here are 10 things you should NOT do:


Number 1, if you wanted to forget about him, maybe you shouldn’t have told your friends that you have a sort of frustrating crush on the guy you’ve been talking to lately. If you did, it’ll be the last time you’ll ever know peace. Before you realize it, your whole class knows, your teachers know, your family knows, your neighbors know–the president himself is in the process of knowing. Every time he walks by, you will be stripped of your composure. Your life will become a romcom onlookers tune in to. 


2, do not think about the last text he sent you just before you go to bed. It’ll haunt you in your sleep and you’ll dream of his eyes, of his voice, the way his nose crinkles when he laughs, and it’ll leave you with fantasies impossible to come true.


3, do not stalk his social media accounts. Just don’t. Don’t look at his posts or, god forbid, his pictures. And for the love of all that is good, do not message him. It will lead to several awkward conversations that will leave you both giddy and mortified and you will find out that he uses too many emoticons and not enough words which means you don’t really understand what he means, but that he is more adorable than you first thought he was.


4, if you want to forget him, don’t smile back. Oh, it will be tempting, I know. After all, how can you resist when he smiles at you as if the sun itself resides in his chest? When he smiles like it’s the first and last time he will ever be happy? How can you not smile back, when he reminds you just exactly what happiness feels like?


5, do not associate songs with him. When your favorite song comes on, do not think of slow dancing to it with him. Do not imagine the two of you sharing earphones and listening to a playlist on repeat. Do not devote the lyrics like an ode to his laughter, do not think of him when you sing. Melodies are not supposed to echo a name. 


6. do not name him “What If”. Do not think of all the ways he can make you better. Do not name him “Maybe”. Do not come up with reasons why he can love you just as fiercely. Do not name him “Almost”. Do not hope for something you damn well know could never be.


7, do not get jealous of the girl he laughs with. Do not compare yourself to the way she looks, how she’s thinner, prettier, more breathtaking than you will ever be. Do not look at his smile–it is the same smile he gives you. It is the same smile you’ve fallen in love with, the same smile you thought was meant for your eyes only. Do not get jealous of her. He was never yours to keep in the first place.


8, if you want to forget about him, do not cry over him. He’ll disappoint you again and again and again and I know it’ll hurt, god, how it hurts–but do not cry over him on the car ride home. Do not let them see that he has broken you. Don’t let them know you care. Don’t let heartbreak paint your face with mascara tears, do not cry yourself to sleep.


9, do not tell him how you feel. Do not tell him that he saved you when you couldn’t save yourself, don’t tell him you cared. Do not rearrange your words over and over in hopes his feelings will change. Do not wait for his answer. Do not save his reply, do not hurt yourself this way. You do not need a constant reminder that he does not love you back.


10, if  you want to forget the boy who broke your heart, do not write about him. Do not immortalize the way he stood, the curl of his lips, the shade of his eyes. Do not make permanent the memory of his last words as he said goodbye. If you want to forget, do not write him poetry. Do not surrender the beauty of your metaphors. Do not make symbolisms about his name, do not compare him to stars. He is just a boy, who felt like a miracle in what little time you had together. He is just a boy. Do not give him the power of your words.


If you want to forget him, do not commit these mistakes. If you want to forget him, don’t do what I did.

—  10 things you should not do to forget
Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars [CS FF Oneshot]

This was supposed to be a little oneshot that was sparked from my headcanon about CS adopting. It took on a life of its own and…well, here it is. Thank you to @peggyyswan for being my ride or die, for always flailing with me and for reading this via photos of my laptop screen as I went along. I’ll post it on FFnet soon.

CS + Adoption and more: A dash of angst, a sprinkling of humor & a whole lotta fluff.

Title: Past the Clouds, We’ll Find the Stars
Rating: T
Words: 8.6K


“So…what do you think about adopting?”

It wasn’t a question Killian had been prepared for. Not at 11pm on a Monday night as they cuddled in bed watching Diners, Drive-Ins and Dives. It struck him as more of an over-dinner conversation, or one inspired by watching TV shows involving infants, as opposed to run-down shacks serving questionable-looking yet apparently delicious meals.

He shifted to find his wife’s eyes, but she kept them fixed on the television screen, and his brow creased as he considered her. She was snuggled into his side, hand tracing idle patterns through his chest hair, cheeks aglow and hair tousled from their recent tumble between the sheets. But he had a feeling that the color on her cheeks had more to do with her question than their earlier pleasurable activities.

“Are you referring to a puppy or a child, darling?”

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anonymous asked:

In honor of Shangri La, would you please do a Friends to Lovers scenario for Leo? Thanks so much mom!

i need to write more for vixx,,,,im sorry starlights!!
but here’s friends - to - lovers taekwoon!!

  • so you’re kind of a cat lover and have had two cats in your apartment that u love dearly named clover and rose,,,,and u didn’t know until rose got pregnant that ur cats were well,,,,,,,dating??? cat dating??? whatever
  • but basically u found out u were going to be a grandparent and got super excited until u realized that kitten litters can be up to as much as 8 kittens,,,,,and ur small apartment is too humble for,,,,,,8 more cats
  • so sadly,,,,as ur cat got closer to giving birth u put up an ad and asked some friends if they were interested in adopting one of the cute furballs from u when they were born
  • a couple of people said yes but one person,,,,who u didn’t know personally but through ur friend hongbin,,,,,said he was interested
  • but being someone who loved ur pets dearly u asked if hongbin could tell the guy to come over just so u could ask him some questions and see if ,,,,,,,he would take good care of the kitten
  • and when u heard the doorbell ring on the day u were set up to meet this mr. jung taekwoon
  • u opened the door and almost fell backwards because,,,,ok hongbin is tall,,,,,,but this man,,,,,,,woah
  • and not to mention the interesting features of his face which at first glance seemed slightly stoic but the moment he came inside and clover jumped up into his lap,,,,became soft and cute
  • and u made some tea and u just asked him if he’s ever had pets and whatnot and before u knew it even with taekwoons quiet voice he was telling u about his family,,,,his nephew who he loves with everything he’s got and how he actually does musicals and stuff
  • and maybe it’s the fact that unlike other people taekwoon never pushes his opinions or personality onto u 
  • and also maybe because clover made a home in his lap,,,,which he never does he’s a picky cat,,,,,
  • that you decide taekwoon will make a great dad for ur cat’s kitten,,,,,that and he would also make a nice friend
  • so u guys exchange numbers so u can call him to get the kitten after they’re ready and also u guys agree that getting coffee soon will be fun
  • and,,,,,,,a week later u guys are chatting at a coffee place u love and taekwoon is like i didn’t even know about this place,,,but i love it
  • and u laugh making a joke about it being a hole in the wall kind of place but taekwoon says he finds it charming
  • and u guys talk about ur lives but it’s so comfortable??? which is crazy because hongbin had told u that taekwoon is super reserved and can come off a little brash
  • but the man sitting in front of u,,,who covers his mouth when he laughs,,,whose eye’s light up whenever a mother comes in with her toddler,,,,who exciting shows u photos of his family on his phone
  • like,,,,,,what brashness???? what reservation????? he’s so,,,,he’s so,,,,delightful to be around
  • and when rose is finally in labor u text everyone but only taekwoon asks ‘do you want me to come over and help?’ and,,,,u didn’t expect it
  • but he literally seems like he RAN over when u open the door,,,bangs stuck to his head with some sweat and he’s like “did i miss it??? is she doing ok??”
  • and everything goes smoothly,,,,rose gives birth to five healthy little angels and u and taekwoon leave her to bond while preparing water and food near the corner where she’s laying 
  • and u guys stand in ur kitchen,,,,and ur breathing a sigh of relief and clover is weaving between u and taekwoons feet
  • and taekwoon suddenly goes “won’t you miss the kittens?” and u give him a sad smile because ofc u will,,,rose will too,,,,,but since most of them are going to friends maybe u can visit
  • and taekwoon nods silently and motions with his hand and ur like ??? and he’s like “o,,,oh i just,,,u can come and see the one i take anytime,,,,,,”
  • and ur like that’s sweet,,,id like that!!!!!! 
  • and taekwoon doesn’t say anything ,,,, he kind of looks like he’s thinking and ur a bit worried until he suddenly adds “u,,,,,can also just come to see me too,,,,,”
  • and ur like oh!! like in a friendly wa- but taekwoon shifts his eyes and for the first time ever u see a light pink dust over his cheeks and he’s like “,,,,maybe we can also do it in another way,,,,a ,,,date,,,,,,”
  • and ur taken aback,,,,,but u nod before u can even speak because,,,,,you’d actually like that even more
  • and taekwoon,,,as happy as he is tries to hide it by being like iLL Go chECK on,, rose,,,and thE LItter,,,,,,,,
  • but he turns and clover is standing in the doorway of the kitchen seemingly as to keep guard
  • and taekwoon turns back to u as u burst into giggles and he’s still kind of blushing but it’s really adorable,,,,,,
  • and when u tell hongbin taekwoon asked u out hongbin literally almost drops his phone because he’s like he took the first move????? hmm,,,,u must be super special
  • and u joke that no it’s just because u like cats too and hongbin is like hehe true,,,,
  • but that’s not the only reason ok taekwoon just thinks ur so positive and u make him feel like butterflies are flying in his stomach and head and ok that’s corny but taekwoon probably goes home from ur place with the BIGGEST smile on his face 
[BTS-Reaction] When You Pass Away Unexpectedly (A/T)

Helloooo~ It’s been awhile since I’ve post anything due to me being busy, BUT! I wanted to post this reaction that I wrote awhile ago but never got to post on here! It is quite a bit long, I was wondering if I should just put it under each individual member but then I thought, fuck it! Lmao, I hope you all enjoy! 

P.S. Congrats to our boys for their BBMA win! Truly inspiring and a big step for K-pop! I’m so proud of them for chasing their dreams and not giving a fuck about what those haters got to say

P.P.S. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE GIFS! CREDITS TO THE RIGHTFUL OWNERS! THANK YOU!

-JIN

Originally posted by nessa-likes

She’s gone… She’s really gone…” Jin thought as he laid in his bed. The faint smell of your perfume lingered on his pillow and he couldn’t help but bury his head deep inside the pillow, as if the more he smelled it, you would come back. Jin closed his eyes as he remembered;

“Oppa! Aish~ I bet you don’t even miss me when I’m not here with you because you have Namjoon-oppa to keep you warm! I bet when I’m not here snuggling with you, Namjoon-oppa keeps you good company,” you had pouted.

“Thats right. Namjin is better than Y/N & Jin,” Jin had chuckled while pulling you into his arms and snuggling you closer to his chest. Kissing you lightly on the forehead and whispering love words only for you.

Jin opened his eyes, tears welling up. He missed you so much. He missed the way you mimicked his windshield wiper laugh and the way you cooked for him, even though most of the time they weren’t even edible. He missed the way you took care of him, looking after him. He was the eldest in the group and was used to taking care of the other members, he’d forgotten how it felt to be taken care of. The tears fell down as he closed his eyes, holding in the scream he wanted to let out. “How could you do this to me Y/N? I loved you so much, I thought we had forever….” Jin wondered thoughtlessly.


-SUGA

Originally posted by berry852

The living room was dark, the only light source was from the lamp lit besides the bed. The Daesang trophy sat on the dresser across from Suga who was on the bed,  the trophy sat staring at him, as if taunting him. “We won an award today Y/N…. We got Daesang….” Suga thought staring at the gleaming trophy. The other members were out celebrating with Bang PD-Nim and the other staff while he had opt to come home, saying that he was too tired to party. Everyone knew it was lie, they knew he was hurting, but what could they say? Jimin had offered to come home with him but Suga had told him to go celebrate. He didn’t want anyone to suffer with him.“Why… did you leave me like this?!” Suga thought angrily as he stared at the trophy. “Why…” he thought as he closed his eyes tightly, suppressing the anger. 

~Flash to the past~ 

“Oppa! Let’s go out to eat! We haven’t gone out in so long! Just one dinner and you can come back and work on your song,” you had pleaded going full-on aegyo mode. “Maybe another night, I’m busy Jagi, I really like the way this song is coming together,” Suga had replied not even turning to look at you from his computer screen. “Just one night, I swearrr,” you pleaded. Giving in, Suga turned to look at you, sighing and telling you, “okay fine, just let me save these lyrics and this beat and transfer it to my phone.” You had shot up from your spot on the sofa in the Bangtan Room and started dancing for successfully making him cave in. Suga smiled at your silly dancing, grabbed you by the waist and lightly resting his forehead on yours.Later at the dinner, Suga had ignored you, his eyes only on his phone, his lips wordlessly murmuring lyrics. The whole time, you stared at him, willing him to look up and smile his gummy smile at you and at least start a decent conversation with you. He never did. The only time he looked up was to order and to eat. When you arrived home, you had let him have it, complaining about him working all the time.“You didn’t even talk to me! We just ate- in silence! Because you were too busy writing down lyrics. Dammit Yoongi! You’re making me go crazy, I just wanted a nice evening out with you to catch up and eat and you couldn’t even do that. Am I not important? I understand your music and career is important but could you at least make a little time for me? Is 5 minutes too much to ask for?” you looked at him, holding back tears.

Suga had looked at you with annoyance in his eyes and shot back “Jesus Y/N, you are important, but you know I live for music and I was… I don’t know, I just had to write it down before I forgot it.

Yeah, I guess so, I guess I’m always the last thing on your list of things to-do,” you had said before turning away from him.

~Flashback to the present~

Suga opened his eyes, gasping for air. Yeah, he was a piece of shit. He should’ve showed you he loved you when you were still around. Now you were gone. You were dead. 6 feet under the ground, laying in a coffin that had been nailed shut. He had always pushed you behind, focusing on his music, forgetting about dates and text messages. Forgetting about you while you were at home anxiously waiting for him to come home or at least shoot you a text. “I’m a piece of shit,” Suga thought glumly. Looking at the trophy, Suga thought to himself in the stilled darkness. “All I wanted was a Daesang… All my life, I just wanted to be a successful artist, producer, and rapper. I was so focused on making music and winning that Daesang that I forgot I already had the best trophy with me. That trophy was Y/N. Now I lost her, I can never hear her voice nor listen to her snoring besides me. I got a Daesang. But I lost my one true love…” tears streamed down Suga’s eyes as he realized what a fool he was to lose you.


-J.HOPE

Originally posted by fngertipmv

Just smile. Smile, you can do that. You can do it,” J-Hope recited in his head as he smiled to the cameras. “C'mon, you do it better than that!!! I’m J freaking Hope!” he screamed internally. As the whole BTS moved on from the cameras, a reporter screamed loudly “J-Hope! J-Hope! How are you feeling?! How is life like after Y/N?” He froze dead in his track. “Y/N, Y/N, Y/N…. My precious Y/N…” J-Hope held down the urge to attack the stupid reporter. “No comment,” said Suga, as he glared daggers at the reporter making the reporter shrink back. Suga grabbed onto J-Hope’s arms and dragged him to the van, taking them to their photoshoot.

Arriving at the location of the photoshoot, every member had their individual shots for their upcoming album, as the photographer was taking pictures of J-Hope, the photographer suddenly stop, looked at J-Hope and said loudly, “Sir, your expression looks too dull, please, be brighter.” J-Hope smiled, well, grimaced actually. After a couple of shots, the photographer told him that it would do for now. J-Hope walked away from the set, too tired to even look at the photos. Once in the break/waiting room, he plopped himself down in the nearest seat and closed his eyes. “You know, holding it in isn’t going to do you any good, talk to us Hyung.” J-Hope heard Rap Monster say. J-Hope shook his head no. He wasn’t going to talk about it. He didn’t want to. “Leave it, don’t bother him,” Suga said somewhere from the room. J-Hope opened his eyes to see every member looking at him. He made eye contact with each individual one and lastly saw their manager walk into the room. He stood up and walked over to the manager. “Manager, am I done for the day? May I head back to the hotel?” J-Hope asked. The manager stared at J-Hope’s face before finally giving him the okay to leave.

Once alone in the hotel, J-Hope took a long hot shower and sat done on the armchair staring out into the night view of Hong Kong. Ah, Hong Kong, he loved visiting Hong Kong. The way the skyscrapers stood tall, as if they grew from underneath the ground and were reaching towards the skies. Reaching into his pant pocket, he took out his phone and opened up his iPhone. Your photo appeared and his heart did a double take. “I miss you Y/N. I miss you so much, why didn’t you wait for me, at least wait for me to see you one last time…” J-Hope cried. He glanced through all the photos you had once took on his phone, silly ones, laughing, sticking out your tongue. He clicked on a video he had taken of you, turning up the volume.“Look, look, look, I said look!!!” you screamed joyfully. You were dressed up as a horse for Halloween and were dancing to Dope. “I’m J-Horse, J-Dope!” you laughed maniacally as you did  messed up the tricky footwork and tripped over the ridiculously long tail of the horse costume. “Aishhh~ My Jagi is so adorable!” J-Hope heard himself say as you continued to dance pretending to be J-Hope.The tears were coming out too fast now, his vision blurry, the video ended and he started crying, bawling his eyes out.

“I miss you so much Y/N. You were my happiness, with you, I didn’t have to pretend about being happy. With you, I was truly happy. I could be my true self with you, tell you my deepest secrets and you didn’t judge me, you helped me through my depression, even with antis attacking me and sending me hate through the internet, you had always been supporting me, loving me even when I couldn’t love myself. You accepted me the way I was when others couldn’t, and now you’re gone. I didn’t even get to say goodbye. I miss you, I miss you, I miss you,” J-Hope lamented as he cried into the night, your photo smiling back at him on his phone screen.


-RAP MONSTER

Originally posted by joonjuly

***The song mentioned is Leona Lewis’s song “Yesterday” please go listened to it if you haven’t heard it, its a beautiful song!

~I just can’t believe you’re gone,

~Still waiting for morning to come,

~Want to see if the sun will rise,

~Here without you by my side,

Leona Lewis crooned in the background as Rap Monster sat in the kitchen eating cold leftovers. All the members were out doing there own things, with the exception of Suga who was sleeping as usual in his room. Rap Monster rarely listened to love songs. He was often listening to the latest rap song by his favorite artists and getting inspired by daily life to write his own beautiful lyrics. But on the occasions that he did happened to come across a meaningful love song, such as this particular song, he listened to it on repeat.

~When we had so much in store,

~Tell me what is it I’m reaching for,

~When we’re through building memories

~I’ll hold yesterday in my heart

Rap Monster slammed his chopsticks to the table, breaking them. He pushed the plate of tasteless food away from him. He didn’t have any more appetite. Not after everything that’s happened. He ran his hands through his hair, finally resting his head in his hands, covering his eyes. He let the music wash over him.

“I’m so tired Y/N… I’m so tired of fronting… Tired of acting like I’m fine.. I’m not fine. I miss you,” the unspoken words rung in his head. He gritted his teeth together as he reminisce about you-

~FLASH TO THE PAST~

“You know… To be completely honest with you, I don’t even see you as RAP MONSTER or Namjoon… I see you as… you. I don’t know if that makes sense,” you said catching him off guard.

“What?” Rap Monster had chuckled at you. “What do you mean you don’t see me as Rap Monster or Namjoon? My name is Namjoon, silly girl.”

“No.. I mean like, I know we are all given names from our parents, dumbass. But like, you know, when you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re tough and manly, not that you’re not manly now, but like you have this vibe around you. When you’re RAP MONSTER, you’re the leader of BTS, you’re the fierce don’t-mess-with-me-or-i’ll-cypher-you-up guy. When you’re NAMJOON, you’re the you that everyone in your close private life knows. The one your parents know, you’re childhood friends know. When you’re Brain Monster, haha, IQ148. Your members get to know both RAP MONSTER & NAMJOON. But for me… What I mean by being you, I mean that I know you. Well I think I know you. You let your guards down and you’re just being you… silly, full of aegyo, dorky, and kind of a sarcastic asshole at time, but caring and lovable. You’re a different Namjoon. I think that this side of Namjoon isn’t seen by everyone. Sorry, if this doesn’t make that much sense, i’m all over the place,” you had laughed at the end.

Rap Monster had sat there looking at you, processing what you had said. Sure, you didn’t make sense a little, but thats what he loved about you. You said what was on your mind even if it didn’t make any sense. What you said though, was right. He was a different person with you. With you, you made him feel exposed. Naked even. Although you were a little quirky, you made him feel so comfortable and loved that he soon let down his walls for you. You got to see the side of him that nobody else had seen. The one where he could be his true form, without having any worries. He could confide in you. Talk to you about anything, even if it was touchy subjects, he knew you would listen him out. You didn’t see him as Brain Monster with IQ of 148. You didn’t see him as Rap Monster. You saw him as a human being. As a delicate fragile person.

~Flashback to the Present~

~You always used to say I should be thankful for every day

~Heaven knows what the future holds or at least how the story goes

~But I never believed them till now

~I know I’ll see you again I’m sure no it’s not selfish to ask for more

~One more night one more day

~One more smile on your face but they can’t take yesterday

~I thought our days would last forever

~But it wasn’t our destiny

~‘Cause in my mind we had so much time

~But I was so wrong

~Now I can believe that I can still find the strength in the moments we made

~I’m looking back on yesterday

The tears he held inside for so long slowly made their way out. Snaking down his cheeks, dropping onto the wooden table. He laughed. Laughed out the pain. The laughing only lasted for about a couple seconds before he was gasping, clutching his side, shaking with sadness, crying in despair.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” he whispered your name over and over again as he continued to cry softly.


-JIMIN

Originally posted by the-rap-man

“Jimin! It’s kick, kick, spin, arms out, left foot, turn and jump!” the choreographer exclaimed as he ran his hand through hair.“I’m sorry,” Jimin replied. He hated when the members couldn’t get the choreography right and when it was him who was the problem, he hated it even more. He despised making mistakes. “It’s getting too late,” the choreographer said looking down at his watch. “Let’s all just call it a night and go home, get a good nights rest and we’ll do this again tomorrow.“ The rest of the BTS members nodded their head in unison and the choreographer left the room, leaving the members alone to gather their things and go.

"Jimin-ah, let’s go,” V said as he came up to Jimin. Jimin shrugged V off.“You guys go first, I’ll come home soon,” said Jimin.“It’s almost 3 in the morning Jimin-hyung. Let’s just go home,” Jungkook persist. “No. Just go, leave me alone,” Jimin said turning his back on them. “Whatever then,” Suga said shooting Jimin a worried glance but since he was so exhausted, he exited the room going home. “You better be home by 4,” Jin said sternly. Jimin nodded curtly as the other members stared at him for his reaction. “I know you’re upset, but don’t overwork yourself, you’ll just end up fried from it and it won’t be good for your health. Y/N wouldn’t want that for you. Just so you know,” Rap Monster said resting a hand on Jimin’s shoulder before heading out. Jimin locked his jaws. He so wanted to hit Rap Monster for mentioning your name. That caught him by surprised. He wasn’t a violent person. But with your passing, it had taken such a toll on him, his mood swings were out of control. Jungkook and V gave you a glance and without a word left.

“Want me to stay and help you?” J-Hope asked. He was also the Choreographer leader and the ever helpful hyung. “No Hyung, you go home and rest, I promise I’ll get it down by tonight and I’ll be back at 4am,” Jimin said hoping to persuade J-Hope. “Well, if you insist…” J-hope said as he gathered his stuff, giving Jimin a quick one arm hug and leaving the room. Finally alone, Jimin turned up the music and started dancing to full capacity. As he danced the new moves, your past comments about his dancing made their way into his mind. 

FLASH!

“Oppa, don’t try so hard! You look good enough as it is!” you had said.FLASH!“Jiminie~ look at that jibootayyyy~” you had playfully teased.

FLASH!

“Omo, look at that little tummy! I like what I see! I like those cinnamon rolls better than those chocolate abs,” you had said smiling making Jimin laugh out loud.

Ugh! Jimin collapsed to the bare empty floor of the practice room, the music cascading over him. He laid on the floor, covering his eyes with his arms. He could feel the sweat rolling off of his body and he could hear his heart thumping loudly, as if it was trying to break out of his rib cage. “I hate this. I hate that you left me, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!!” he screamed. “I hate you Y/N! Do you hear me? I hate you so much! I hope you can hear me wherever you are?!” he continued to scream.Jimin crawled to the music player, turning it off and laid back down on his back. He had so many questions for you, why you left him in this world by himself. He thought he would get to be with his first love, he thought he would get to marry you and you would have his kids. He wanted you to be the mother of his kids. But now you were gone. You left without a word, and he never got to see you. He had been overseas promoting his new album with group when word got to him that you had gone back to the heavenly. Just thinking about it got him angry. “Why God, why?! Why did you have to take her back so soon…” he thought as he laid drenched in his own tears and sweat.


-V

Originally posted by vminv

5 months. 5 months since you had left him without any warning. 5 months since you had died. Wasn’t it suppose to get better? Wasn’t the pain suppose to subside? Each day seemed harder than the last to V.

V took a swig of beer as some stupid love song played from Jungkook’s room. “Kookie-ah! TURN IT DOWN!!!” V yelled angrily. The music continued to play as V took another impatient gulp of the bitter beer.

~Flashback to the past~

“Oppa, do you know that drinking 2 or more alcoholic drinks each day can shorten your life at about 23 years? Please don’t drink! I want you to live with me forever!” you had exclaimed.

“Okay, okay, Y/N, I promise I will only drink on special occasions, other than that, I will try not to do it so much,” V had promised you.

“Pinky promise oppa?” you had said.

“Pinky promise,” V said as his pinky finger entwined with yours.

~Flashback to the present~

“Pinky promise my ass. Pssh. Yeah, live with forever, what a lie,” V thought angrily, downing the beer bottle, throwing it away and reaching for another one. “Liar, liar, pants on fire,” the accusations continued in his clouded mind. As he was about to open the new bottle of fresh liquor, Jungkook snatched it out of his hand, throwing it across the room.

“HYUNG! YOU CAN’T LIVE LIKE THIS!” Jungkook screamed at him. “I know you’re hurt, but that doesn’t mean that you have to waste your life away. I understand Y/N is gone, but what?! You drinking is and getting drunk is going to bring her back?!”

“Go away you pest, sheesh, always in my way of things,” V slurred. Yeah, he wasn’t in his right mind. But the thing that was as clear as day in his mind? You. You were. He would try to sleep and you would invade his dreams. He would be drunk out of his mind, and all he could see were you scolding him, laying out drinking facts to him. “I know what I’m doing kid, just leave me be,” V said as he reached down again to grab a new bottle.

“This can’t go on any longer,” the harsh sound of the leader cut through the air like a knife. V looked up to see Rap Monster glaring down at him. V smirked and said “Wah? Wahcha gunn do?” Rap Monster glared at him and was about to say something when J-Hope stepped in. “V-ssi, go take a shower and go to sleep, go sober up. You look like shit.” With a last glance at Rap Monster, J-Hope, and Jungkook, V got up and slowly made his way to the restroom, knocking over things and laughing all the way.

~LATER~

A little sobered up, V walked the lonely cold streets of Seoul, drowning in his thoughts. “Maybe a shot of whiskey would make me feel better,” he thought. He looked up to the moon and swore. “Y/N… I just can’t believe it. I thought you said you wanted to live with me forever, but you were the one to leave me first. How can you say things and not mean them. What are words if you don’t mean them when you say them? Y/N…”

He walked the lonely streets, lost in his thoughts before walking into the park that he had taken you on your first date together. He walked until he saw the bench that you both had sat on, where he first had asked you out, then had proposed to… He sat down on the bench. Looking to his right, was your spot. Memories invaded him as he sat there motionless. You laughing there, you smiling and cracking stupid jokes. You feeding him strawberries, you just holding his hands and resting your head on his shoulder. God he missed you. He missed you so much.

“Y/N…..” V whispered your name as he sat on the cold wired bench letting the tears flow freely.


-JUNGKOOK

Originally posted by yourbiaslikesitrough

Jungkook sat against the walls, looking at the only picture he had left of you. A single polaroid of you sleeping peacefully with his jacket covering you, your hair splaying out in different directions. This polaroid, the only memory he had left. This picture, he took everywhere with him, stuffing it in his wallet, and looking at it whenever he missed you.

“I’m so sorry Y/N… If only I had made it in time…” he weeped silently. Some people say that he didn’t know what love was. Being the maknae that he was and his young age, people often assumed that he didn’t know anything. “You don’t know what love is- you don’t know this, you don’t know that-” the comments from strangers.

But god, did he know. He looked at your picture once again hearing your last words ring in his head; “Kookie-oppa… I… I love you so much. And I miss you. Please tell me you love and miss me too,” you had said.

“I love you and miss you so much baby, when I get back from tour, I promise to take you to eat at your favorite restaurant and we can come back and play Overwatch!” Jungkook had said excitedly not knowing you were on your deathbed.

you had chuckled faintly and told him, “I’d love to… Promise me to always be happy okay? And work hard, and love deeply.”

Jungkook had been confused at the time, not knowing why you were saying what you were saying but he had agreed. Then, you told him you loved him one last time and before he knew it, all he could hear were the sounds of muffled cries. “Whats going on?!” he had thought. “Jungkook, my daughter has passed away. She just wanted one last phone call with you and not let you know that it was her time. I’m so sorry son.” your father had told Jungkook chilling him to the bones.

With the news of you dying, Jungkook had frozed. You? Dying? When were you ever sick?! He was your boyfriend and he never once knew of anything, any diseases, illness that you had had. What kind of boyfriend was he?!

Jungkook continued to weep as he remembered your funeral, you had laid peacefully in the coffin, not one trace of worry on your delicate face. He had ran home, cried his heart out and yelled at himself for being a terrible person. His hyungs had tried to comfort him but it just made him feel worse.

I’ve failed you Y/N… I’ve failed you. I loved you, I still love you. I love you, I love you, please just come back,” Jungkook cried as he stared at your photo.

anonymous asked:

RFA + V & Saeran head-canons with a super ticklish MC? Have a good night!

lololol yas!! love me some tickles ^-^


Yoosung:

  • rule number 1: never tickle Yoosung
  • rule number 2: never let Yoosung tickle you back
  • because
  • hE’S A BEAST WHEN IT COMES TO IT 
  • he knows all the good spots that just make ticklish people go c r a z y
  • how does he know?
  • well, he’s a ticklish baby himself so obviously he’d know his stuff
  • sometimes he’d be the little demon he was and while MC and him were gaming or whatever and he wanted her to lose, he’d do that knee tickle thing 
    • u know that really light tickle that happens when someone drags their fingers across your knee DO YOU UNDERSTAND WAHT I’M SAYING
  • MC literally loses the game immediately after that because it’s too hard to bare!!!!!!!!
  • “YOOSUNG STOP DOING THAT!”

Zen:

  • ho boy
  • he wasn’t the “average tickler” because heheehheehehhehehe
  • dirty Zenny likes to tickle under the shirt 
  • woeowwowoeowoow
  • “MC, come here!”
  • a seemingly un-harmful, happy invite for her to sit on his lap am i right?
  • WRONG
  • the fuckin moment she sits down he shoves his hands up her shirt not that high okay only on her tummy pls get. it. together. 
  • and just TICKLES HER MERCILESSLY 
  • THERE’S NO END TO IT BECAUSE HE LOVES HER GIGGLES AND HER TEARS OF JOY
  • it’s just so adorable and the way MC becomes flushed and red afterwards makes just makes him bsrgneozrusbvnw;orudbjvne;udifbkjl 
  • ya feel?

Jaehee:

  • Baehee has never tickled anyone else other than her neice ok
  • so she was real shook when she found out that MC was ticklish like
  • “I thought those feelings left as you got older? I’m not ticklish myself so..”
  • MC’s left eye starts twitching because she just had the most devious idea
  • *cue tickle attack*
  • too bad because it’s true lmao
  • Jaehee just stood there expressionless like “mc wat r u doin pls staph touching me”
  • but.. but..
  • NO “BUTS” MC BECAUSE NOW JAEHEE IS COMING TO GET U DO U HEAR ME AND DID U KNOW THAT SHE HAS THE BEST TICKLING SKILLZ EVER (she’s one hell of an aunt that’s for sure)
  • “MUHAAHAHAHAAHA MC YOU WON’T BE GETTING OFF THE HOOK UNTIL I TICKLE YOU FOR 5 MINUTES STRAIGHT”
  • omg jaehee so scary what happened to you

Jumin:

  • he found out by accident because
  • they were getting ready for a ~fancy~ night out right
  • and MC was having trouble with those tiny ass buckles on her heels
    • gurls u know whatt i’m talkin about
  • k so Mr. Han being the gentlemanly man he was went about to help her and the moment he touched her ankle
  • LIKE THE LITERALLY 1 SECOND AFTER HIS FINGER BRUSHED THE SIDE OF HER FOOT SHE LET OUT THIS BLOOD CURDLING- 
  • um i mean she chuckled real softly and like super feminine and shit
  • and Jumin just raises his eyebrows and gives her The Look™ of confusion
  • and she’s like “hehe I’m quite ticklish”
  • i’m sorry, what?
  • he’s never heard of that word before so he asks MC to demonstrate (lol) so she tries to tickle him and u would not believe this but
  • he’s SUCH A BIG BABY THIS MAN CAN’T HOLD BACK HIS LAUGHTER YAS

707:

  • bro lbr you SAW IT COMING OK
  • like ph-lease
  • it’s 707, memelord, literal god of the internet and pranks so he obviously thought to tickle MC the very moment he met her
  • and once he found out that she was the most precious and ticklish her person on the planet… he had no mercy 
  • tickles left and right, in the morning, right before bed, even during her beauty sleep??? most definitely. you don’t want tickles while you’re reading? well too bad you’re getting them. tickles in the car are dangerous but does that stop him? no it doesn’t because he lives on edge do u hear me he’s a hacker, a secret agent-
  • right so back on topic:
  •  because he was such a bully and would not let MC go a day without tickles he woke up one day with his hands tied together
  • “Seven, you’re gonna get a taste of your own medicine today.”
  • uh-oh

Saeran:

  • oh mY GOD THIS CHILD
  • he was so lost when MC started laughing because he was poking her sides
  • he thought he was hurting her??? or something because well 
  • i mean she had tears forming in the corner of her eyes
  • and he already stopped poking but she wouldn’t stop laughing just what kind of sorcery
  • “MC, are you okay?”
  • after she finally calmed the f down she let this little puppy know that she was alright aand asked him if he wanted to try being tickled
  • cinnamon bun has never been tickled before (maybe by Saeyoung back in the bad good ol’ days but it’s been too long)
  • OMG u wish u were there because he was bursting out with laughter belly filled to the brim with joy 
  • his eyes were squeezed shut because it tickled so much it hurt he couldn’t even breathe lmao
  • it was just great

V:

  • guyssssssssss
  • IT’S V IT’S LITERALLY JIHYUN FRICKIN KIM.
  • WHAT DO U TIHNK HE WOULD DO
  • the minute MC starts laughing because he was being devious and tickled her for ~experimental purposes~ he ripped out his camera
  • it literally came with the speed of light and out of some magic portal found around his neck
  • it’s just camera snaps all around and he isn’t just taking pictures
  • nononono that isn’t how famous photographer v does his job
  • he’s literally those people who take pictures of models like
  • “Work it, MC, work the camera, that’s right, perfect, more, give me more smile. Keep those giggles going, yes! exactement!”
  • oh my god hoW EMBARRASSING
  • he also never lets MC live it down
  • and he shows the entire RFA the laughing mess MC becomes whenever he tickles her even the tiniest bit
  • new secret weapon? totally.

i used to be SO TICKLISH it wasn’t even funny 

~Cherry L.


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Magnus and Alec were cuddling on the couch, lazily caressing each other. Alec was close to dozing off. He’s never felt more comfortable than with Magnus in his arms, just holding his perfect boyfriend. He was magical alright.

“Alec?” “Hm?” “I love you” Alec smiled gently, still vaguely sleepy. “Love you, too” It wasn’t the first time they said it. Magnus straightened up a little to be able to look Alec in the eyes. Alec gave a low whine, because he’d lost his comfy Magnus-cushion.

“You don’t understand. I have never loved anyone the way I love you. You, my dear Alexander, are making me feel so content with myself. I’ve never been happier in my life.”

Alec’s eyes widened noticeably. He looked dumbstruck. Certainly this couldn’t be true? Centuries worth of history - there was bound to have been someone better than him. Someone less awkward, more romantic, less ordinary. He said as much, albeit stammering and blushing while doing so.

And Magnus just looked at him, adoration shining in his eyes: “No, Alexander, there really wasn’t” Alec smiled at Magnus, raking his hands through the warlock’s soft hair. “I love you too. More than anything”

Imagine Raphael knitting you a little shawl.
The heat has gone out in your building and, knowing just how unbearable winter can be, Raph wants you to stay warm.
He kints you a scarf and mittens too (true fact, Raphael is obsessed with human hands. He thinks mittens are adorable.) but the scarlet shawl is your favorite. Whenever someone asks you where you got it, you always proudly say
“My boyfriend made it for me!”

#272: You And Your Child Visit Him At Work | CEO!AU

A/N: 

Heeey in case you haven’t noticed I currently have a fanfiction going on which is pretty cool and CEO!Luke. It’s called When We Collide and is a classical one with Y/N being his assistant but with a huge twist! Go check it out if you’d like :3 

Requested: Yes //  Find my Masterlist here

Luke:

“Look who’s here!” Luke barely got the chance to turn around on his chair when the sound of your voice echoed in his office. Neither did you get the chance to open the door fully before your son had sprinted into the office without hesitation. He was searching for one thing and that was his dad. “But you weren’t supposed to be here before I was off.” Luke asked a bit confused and stood up from his chair, feeling William collide right into his knees. “I know.” You grinned and walked forward to give him a kiss, “But I don’t know who was most impatient, him or me. So we decided to show up a little bit before. Just so he could see you working.” “Well what a nice visit.” Luke smiled and lifted William up so he could place him in his chair. He was definitely too small for the large space, he looked smaller than he already was but it couldn’t compare to the large smile on his face. “Here.” Luke grinned as you took a seat on the couch and watched them. He loosened the tie around his neck and wrapped it around William instead. Too long for him to use but it was all worth it because of his reaction. “Look who’s the CEO now.” Luke grinned widely and walked around the desk to take a seat in front of him. “Give him your best impression, honey.” You suggested and folded your hands together, the scene was so adorable. William looked unsure for a second deep in thought but then it happened. “Daddy, you’re fired!” Both your eyes widened in surprise by the stern words coming from your son, but the apple didn’t seem to fall that far from the tree. “I am?” Luke asked a bit surprised but he was laughing. It was the funniest thing he had heard in a long time, especially when it came from his son. “Maybe you’re saying that too much.” You mumbled but he shook his head in disagreement. “It doesn’t matter.” He grinned over and ran his hair through William’s blond hair. “I’m proud.”

Calum:

“I’m so sorry.” You were quick to say once you rushed into the office with an apologizing face. You weren’t supposed to be out for that long but deciding to be the one to pick out lunch at the same time as everyone else you couldn’t avoid the long queues. Calum had said it would be okay to look after Willow until you came back it was after all only a small visit for lunch you had decided to do. With his busy schedule it was hard to find days to do something together so you had to do things the way it was at his office. “I hope it didn’t ruin anything that I was gone for that long.” “Actually,” Calum spoke and looked down at Willow with a secret smile on his face. “She just starred in her first ever office meeting. It wasn’t something I could cancel that urgent so it had to be done with her on my lap.” She was having the most excited smile on her face but still kept quiet because she still felt like she had to. She was also this secret, there was something between them that you couldn’t get into. “And that went well. Did you control everything?” You asked excited and met your daughter’s eyes. She nodded her head proudly in agreement, it was funny to see how much she enjoyed being here. “She was the one saying hello to everyone. They were pretty surprised to see a child on my lap.” Calum explained and rolled the chair out to place Willow on the floor and let her run towards you instead. “They said they didn’t believe I could have a sweet side.” You laughed quietly by his words and leaned down to pick up Willow and embrace her in your arms. “Well I understand that.” You said and removed some hair away from her face. “You go from being the big boss to a sudden sweetheart. You shouldn’t be showing your weak side like that.” “No, they’ve finally figured out my weakness.” Calum said and nodded his head in agreement, deciding to give a kiss on each of your cheeks happily.

Michael:

“Your majesty.” Michael politely said and grabbed the crown of his head to bow down. The excited smile on Celeste’s face was worth everything and her small ponytails were flying back and forth by her movements. The pink skirt she was wearing completely presented who she was, his little princess. His office looked nothing like the same. It wasn’t supposed to end out like this but Michael was secretly a playful father and when he got the chance he turned a game into something else. The whole floor was covered in toys and whatever you had brought with you for a visit at work. She wasn’t supposed to disturb his work like this but with Michael’s lack of concentration when you were there it was okay. “This way dad.” She pointed happily and started to twirl around. Michael nodded his head in agreement and placed the crown back on his head after bending down. They started to run around the desk you had been placed at, watching them fool around and giggle loudly. You knew Michael had some work to do and it was probably the best idea that he focused on it but the small moment in front of you was too adorable to disturb. Your thoughts seemed to come true though when the door suddenly opened. Michael and Celeste froze in track by the sound and looked over to see two males stand with confused gazes wondering what was going on. “Mr. Maverick, “Mr. Johnson. I will be ready for our meeting within two minutes.” Michael’s face had turned pale and the room had become completely silent but you had to do everything in your power not to laugh. “Give us a second.” Michael explained and quickly took the crown off his head to be a little more professional. But the second the two colleagues in dress shirts left the office he put it right back on his head. “Two minutes more girls.” He said daringly and within seconds the office had turned into a play ground again, giggles filling the air all at once in excitement. 

Ashton:

“Oh my god! Would you look at you!” Ashton barely got the chance to stand up from his chair before Daniel was sprinting towards him, almost knocking down something during the process. The sleeves of his dress shirt was far too long but nicely folded just for the occasion. It wasn’t often he was brought with you for work but today was something different and he wanted to stand out. Everything he was going to wear needed to be something Ashton also owned, they had to be identical twins. “Your assistant also thought he looked handsome.” You smiled and watched Ashton lean down to take Daniel up and let him sit on his lap. They looked exactly alike, it all was there. The nice dress shirt, the tie and the curly locks that they both shared. “He is handsome.” Ashton said completely impressed by the effort. He loved every single moment with his son and to see this meant the world to him. “You think I am? It’s too big for me.” He sounded a little bit worried but Ashton had no idea. He knew when he saw a star and that was everything about his son. “Of course I do. You will grow out of it eventually, one day you will fit it perfectly. But why didn’t you want me to just buy a personalized one that would match your body size?” He asked with a bit of wonder and Daniel stood up on his lap. He was baffling his hands in the air to express himself and Ashton decided to take his hands to not make him fall. “Because I wanted to look exactly like you dad.” He explained and Ashton had a bit of wonder on his face. “We took the clothes from your closet. I hope you don’t mind.” You said the last bit a little bit quieter, knowing that he did in fact not mind. “Of course not. It’s worth everything.” Ashton said in honesty, helping out Daniel just to make sure that his tie was sitting more correctly. The proud smile on his face was everything.

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like how can you look at hook and be like “awww too pure for this world, what an adorable dork”. like the moment he’s away from emma he enters full on rage mode, is angry and demanding at everyone especially towards regina (and like get the hell out of here you fishy smelly asshole how dare you). he expect everyone to do every damn things while he sits around and moans about being separated from his one true love and how his precious ass doesn’t deserve it. his voice turns into  disturbing sound that would fit death-metal band and his eyes are literally trying to murder you soul at every glimpse. he is like this spoiled capricious child that simply can’t be pacified.

Take a Ride with Me, Baby

Take a Ride with Me, Baby by evansrogerskitten

Dean Winchester x Reader 

Dean has rebuilt a  cherry red 1954 pickup. He convinces his girl to take a ride with him one summer evening. 

Warnings: Smut, of course. Language. Fluff. Dean being way too adorable and sexy. WC: 1610 On AO3 Photo credit: Clif Kosterman ig

Happy Galentines Day! ♥


The loud, repetitive honking made me laugh, as I looked through the living room window. I was surprised to see a classic red truck parked out front, Dean hanging out of the door.

“C'mon, baby. Get in the truck.” Dean hollered at me through the open window. The light of a summer sunset was fading  behind the houses across the street.

I walked down the driveway to the 1954 pickup, it’s cherry red paint shiny from the recent wax Dean had applied.

“Sweetheart, I only have her tonight. Take a ride with me.” Dean pleaded, his hand beckoning me.

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anonymous asked:

Headcanons for the older chocobros discovering their s/o are ten years younger then them?

Oooh~ this is an interesting request! Thanks for sending it in! <3

Tagging: @itshaejinju and @blindbae <3 (and @nifwrites because… fluff!!!!). Enjoy the fluffiness my fluffy people :D


Noctis: King Noctis has always known that you are significantly younger than him, what with your adorable ways and your happy-go-lucky attitude, but when he finds out that you’re TEN years younger than him, he gets a little worried. First of all, because he’s been wearing the Ring of the Lucii, he’s aged very quickly. So, he doesn’t look like a man who had just turned thirty- he looks and feels more like a forty year old. He starts to feel self-conscious about his appearance, and you notice that Noctis begins to dress ‘younger’ in his choco-mog t-shirt and his baggy jeans whenever the two of you spend some private time together. After noticing this happening for a few weeks, you call Noctis up on his recent change light-heartedly. However, this begins a small argument which escalates unnecessarily until you’re nearing tears and Noctis is frustrated beyond belief. He mentions breaking up, because he’s under the impression that you’re just with him because you haven’t known or experienced romance with any other man. After all, you’re only twenty years old- just barely an adult. You immediately shake your head, tears falling down your cheeks quicker than previously before. You taste the salt on your lips and you sniffle loudly as you grab Noctis by the collar and haul yourself into his warm chest. You wrap your arms around his torso and press your nose against his defined pectoral muscles before shaking your head repeatedly, desperate to get your adamant refusal across to your older boyfriend.

“I don’t care about your looks- you’re the only man I’ll ever look at. I love you. Only you. Forever, it will always be you.” Noctis leans forward at your words and places a chaste kiss on your temple before nuzzling gently into your soft locks.

“Sorry. Yeah… okay. I love you too, y/n.”

You frown. “You don’t sound so sure about that, your majesty…”

Noctis smirks down at you before planting a passionate kiss on your lips, grunting softly as you pull him in closer to deepen the kiss. You’re both panting by the end of the kiss and you’re both smiling into each other’s eyes, absolutely love struck.

No further words are needed. The love between the two of you is strong- even with the age-gap. After all, age is just a number!


Prompto: Prompto thinks that you’re like him- thirty years old with a twenty year old mentality. He likes the way that you seem to be mature at one moment, and then break into unexplainable giggles the next. He enjoys going on random photo expeditions with you, and he absolutely adores the impromptu photo shoots that you beg him to take you on. Prompto has always thought you were somewhere close to his age. But when he finds out you’re a whole ten years younger than he is, he takes a second to let the fact sink in before approaching you bashfully and confronting you head on about the matter. When he asks you why you hid the fact from him for so long, you merely shrug and deny that you were hiding your age from him. You explain that your age never really came up and you had assumed that he was okay with the age difference. Your voice hitches slightly in your chest, your fragile emotions revealing to Prompto your true age, and he immediately shakes his head in regret and takes you into his warm, loving arms.

“No, no! Don’t cry- I still love you all the same! Age is just a number! And you’re so mature sometimes for a twenty year old- really! When I was twenty, I was fumbling and bumbling all over the place! You’re so amazing, y/n!”

You sniffle and hold onto your older boyfriend tighter, unwilling to let go after the break-up scare you’d just given yourself. “Really?” you ask, your voice coming out as a whimper. Prompto pulls your head up by the chin and places an insistent kiss on your tear-stained lips, licking his own lips as he pulls away and smiles down tenderly at you. His clear blue eyes are filled with adoration, and you know that his words are true.

“Really. I love you, baby.”

You smile up at him, your eyes full of adoration and warmth. You absolutely love this man.

“Thank you, my sunshine, I love you too.”


Gladio: Gladiolus has had his suspicions about your age, but he hasn’t really tried to investigate those suspicions. He was pretty sure you were of legal consenting age, and he didn’t want to make things awkward between the two of you, given that your relationship with Gladio was still pretty fresh. However, when you start to drag him along to meetings and casual hangouts with your same-aged friends, Gladiolus decides to speak up about the age difference.

“Hey, babe?” Gladio asks you, all of sudden. You stop chatting with your friend via text message and shoot your boyfriend a curious glance. You’ve noticed the way Gladio’s shoulders have tensed, as well as the way he’s staring at you so seriously with his warm amber eyes. Something about his demeanour doesn’t sit with you well, and you gulp out of nervousness.

“Yes?”

“How old are you?” your jaw drops at Gladio’s question, and Gladio immediately shakes his head, reaching out to hold your clammy hand in his large, warm palm. “Hey, I’m just curious. I feel like I should know how old my baby girl is- I’d be a pretty shitty boyfriend if I didn’t know-”

You shake your head and interject, your voice panicked. “That’s not even, like, important! Like, nothing would even change if I did tell you my age, right? You won’t break up with me if I’m… too young, or too ancient for you or something, right?” your voice wavers, despite the smile you’re trying to wear on your face. Your palms start to sweat profusely and Gladio clasps at you hand, his grip warm and safe.

You didn’t want him to ever let go. But… if he knew your actual age…

Gladio frowned at your hesitance and immediately pulled you towards his chest, murmuring softly into your ear with his gravelly voice- his facial hair ticking your soft skin. “Baby, I’m not trying to break up with you or anything. I just want to know because… I just feel like it’s something that I need to be aware of.”

You stare up at Gladio and find yourself pressing a kiss below his ear before sighing sadly and grasping onto his jacket, feeling hints of his bare skin pressing against your clothed torso. “Twenty four…”

Gladio pulls away, his eyes wide. “Ten years… are you sure you want to be with an old dude like me?” Gladio asks, his tone full of uncertainty. Your eyes tear up at the hesitance in Gladio’s usually confident voice, and you nod your head resolutely. You lean up and place a lingering kiss on your older boyfriend’s lips, smiling slightly through your happy tears as you felt him press his lips tenderly against your own.

“Yes. It has to be you, Gladiolus Amicitia. I love you.”


Ignis: Ignis is troubled by the fact that you always dodge around his questions about your age. Given that his eyesight is pretty much non-existent, he’s not able to gage just how old you are by appearance alone. Although age doesn’t really matter to him, Ignis doesn’t want to be seen gallivanting around with a minor- that would definitely not look good for the royal advisor. So he asks you about your favourite music, your favourite food, your favourite art style, your favourite pop icon- anything that can give him information about your age.

Based on what you have answered so far, he believes that you are a few years younger than he is. But he wants to know for sure. He wants to know for certain just how much younger you are. And so he instigates his plan, late in the evening when only you and he are present in the common room of your apartment complex.

Ignis Scientia purposefully sits close to you, his thigh against yours, and his hand gently resting on your bare knee. You’re wearing sleeping shorts and a thin tank top because of the Lestallum heat. Ever since the light had been restored by King Noctis, the meteor nearby had been letting off a lot of heat. So now, even the nights were terribly humid.

Ignis traces his bare fingers along the tops of your thighs gently as he leans his head against your shoulder and sighs out loud. “I feel terribly worn out, y/n.”

You frown and tilt your head towards Ignis’, plucking his protective glasses off his eyes and smoothing down the healed scarring on his eyes with your fingers. You lean forward and press a soft kiss against his old injuries before nuzzling against the side of his head with your nose.

“How so?” you ask quietly. Ignis shrugs his shoulders and buries his face further into the crook of your neck, inhaling the fruity scent of your favourite soap and shampoo.

“I feel like I cannot keep up with your youth and vitality. I forget my age sometimes, you see. Apparently, I feel that I’ve forgotten yours too. Would you remind me of that small fact once more, dearest?” Ignis takes a small breath, noticing that you have stopped moving… and your breathing is very quiet. Ignis lifts himself off your body and smiles gently over to where he believes you are. “Y/n?”

You’re eyes are wide and your mouth is wide open. You weren’t expecting Ignis to ask about your age. You didn’t want to tell him- someone so amazing, resilient, charming, intelligent and mature would surely break up with you the moment he realised just how young and inexperienced you were. You gulp and grab Ignis’ hand in your own before squeezing gently.

“It’s rude to ask.” You say simply. Ignis sighed and shakes his head, bringing his hand up to his eyes in an uncharacteristically pitiful gesture.

“I know but… I can’t see you, so I can’t even dare to estimate your age. I just want to know because I want to love every little thing about you, dear. Please?” Ignis pleaded with you. You shut your eyes tight at his request before clenching and unclenching your fists.

You don’t know why you’re on Ignis the next moment, but your mouth finds its way onto his, and he grunts in surprise at the sudden onslaught of open mouthed kisses being delivered to his mouth by yours. He reciprocates, timidly at first, before you let out a soft moan of want. This has Ignis taking you into his arms and deepening your kisses, his tongue mingling with yours in a sweet dance. You sigh against his lips and pull apart from him reluctantly, staring at his awestruck face.

“Darling… what was that for?” Ignis asks you, his voice incredibly low and confused.

“I’m twenty three.” You admit, planting a kiss on Ignis’ jaw line. Ignis sighs in contentment and runs his hands through your soft locks.

“You certainly have the energy of a twenty three year old. I am a lucky man.”

You smile, tears filling your eyes in relief of his mellow reaction. “Thank you.” You gasp, pressing your face gently into the crook of your boyfriend’s neck. Ignis smiles against your cheek.

“I love you, dearest.” You sigh in contentment and press a kiss onto Ignis’ lightly freckled skin.

“I love you too, Iggy.”

Assassin Preference: Dancing (with you)

A/N: I kinda assumed this was fairly-formal dancing, but I added in just casual dancing if it applied!

Altair

Altair isn’t the dancing sort of guy. Not when it’s a group of people. He likes to maintain his Assassin image and dancing was not something a ‘true’ Assassin did. Alone, he’ll sometimes hold your hand and slowly move the two of you back and forth across the room. Eventually he has more fun with it, and you swear you’ve never heard him chuckle so much in one hour. It’s a secret the two of you share. The kisses at the end are nice, too.

Ezio

Oh, Ezio adores dancing! It doesn’t matter what the song is; something lively, something more refined, anything! It’s a chance to be close with you, and to show off his excellent footwork (or so he brags), what could possibly be the downside? He steals a few kisses at the end of each song, and asks you for another dance until your feet are too tired to continue. He especially loves dancing with you at parties; look at how lovely you are, and you’re there with him! Dancing with him! What could be better?

Connor

Connor would be hesitant because he’s not quite sure how to dance with you. A few encouraging words from you would help him get started, but you’d have to lead him through the steps. He pays close attention to your feet, trying to mimic your steps, but that means he’s constantly looking down and not at you. You can’t help but smile at his knitted brows and pursed lips, repeating the same step over and over with you until he’s got it. He doesn’t do anything halfway, that’s for sure.

Haytham

Haytham knows how to dance, but he’ll only do it on his terms. Try to get him to dance when he doesn’t want to and he’ll just give you a nettled “Not now, I’m busy” (And yes, he will say this even when he isn’t doing anything productive). When he wants to, he’ll approach you politely and extend a hand, asking for a dance. He’s a great lead, and he knows it too. Just don’t get too big of an ego there, Kenway.

Aveline

Aveline knows how to dance, and can dance well. She would love to dance with you- whether you’re experienced at it or not. She’ll teach you if you’re new, complement your skill if you’re not. Sometimes she’ll get dressed up and go out to a party to dance with you, but she likes spur-of-the-moment dancing too. What makes dancing with her so fun is that she isn’t good at just one style. From straight-laced ballroom dancing to loose and fun kind of dancing where the two of you just make up moves as you follow the rhythm of the song, she’s a practiced expert.

Edward

Edward’s not much of a dancer. He doesn’t want to be called Captain Tippy Toes for the rest of his life, and trust me, most of his pirate buddies wouldn’t hesitate to call him something like that. If he had to for, say, a mission where blending into high society was a crucial part and there was dancing, then sure. Maybe. He wouldn’t be happy about it and he’d still try to convince you not to dance with him. He’d say he was a bad dancer, two left feet and all that, or maybe he ate too much of that fancy turtle soup (which he also complained about because who ate turtles for fun?), but you know he’s just giving you excuse after excuse. If by some stroke of luck he’s dancing with you, he’s not half bad. Definitely not the oaf he claimed to be. He lacks the formal training of the upper class, but he didn’t make a fool of himself. It surprised him just as much as it surprised you.

Arno

He can dance. Of course he can dance. He’ll dance with you if he gets the chance, but he doesn’t get as many chances as he’d like. Sometimes, on a slow evening, he’ll take your hand and sway with you to no particular music. One (or both) of you start to hum along, making your own songs as you go. It’s one of the things he loves doing no matter how he’s feeling. There’s something so normal about it. So slow, so gentle. Even if it’s a spirited dance- he’s used to getting shot at and having to always look over his shoulder, dancing definitely doesn’t get his adrenaline pumping (which, quite frankly, is nice. Too much adrenaline and coffee is not a good mix).  

Evie

She doesn’t dance. That’s what she told you. You found that hard to believe- she had to at least know how to dance, right? With her grace, it wasn’t a far-fetched assumption to make. Well, you were right- she can dance. But you really didn’t want to ask for a dance after seeing her “waltz” with Starrick. Yeah… you wouldn’t press the matter any further even if you weren’t in danger of her leading with her right foot. You’re just content to know that one day, when she finally wants to dance, she knows how (and can teach you if you do not).

Jacob

Jacob? Dancing? He’s one of the leaders of London’s largest crime syndicate! Do you think he won the boroughs over by dancing?! (Well, now that you mention it…) He’s a gang boss, not some… some… poncy stuffed politician! Do you want him to wear one of those infernal suits again? Don’t answer- I already know your answer. What do you mean you’ve seen him practicing to impress you? That never happened. Never! You have no proof! And you say he’s actually quite good when he thinks no one is watching? What? Ridiculous!

Desmond

Desmond is good at dancing next to you. Not so good at the whole ‘with you’ part. Who ballroom dances anymore? Not Desmond, that’s for sure. Not that he’s against trying- he just never learned how to do it properly. He’s also not the best dancer even in a situation where he knows what he’s doing, but it’s endearing. Why does he move his hips so much? What’s that goofy smile always on his face? He will always look at you while dancing, to watch your face go a little red and that one half-embarrassed, half-adoring smile spread across your face. It’s one of the best parts about dancing, in his opinion.

I Can Make You Scream (M) // J-Hope (AU!)

Originally posted by sugashu

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Smut

Summary//Request: kia-winningx said: A J-Hope smut? I’ve been searching and searching and I cannot , for the life of me, find one where he is like the school dick. No matter how much I try to deny it I can’t help but think of him as dominant but I’m the kind that would like talk-back and be really cheeky. 

Please note that this scenario contains smut - dom/sub, begging, dirty talking, light bdsm.

I got kind of carried away with this so here is 3.6k words of absolute sin whOOps


You were an average student. You received semi-good grades and your attendance was adequate. You weren’t usually the type of person to intentionally get yourself into trouble for shits and giggles, but there was one person in particular who did – and they knew the exact buttons to press to frustrate you while simultaneously making you want them even more.

Jung Hoseok was in the same year as you, in almost all of the same classes. You met him when you were 12, and now being 18 and in your last year of high school – you could confidently say that you knew Hoseok pretty well.

Back then, Hoseok was a shy and timid child that could barely string together a proper sentence. But now, he had since gained more than enough confidence – acting a little too big for his boots while still being extremely wet behind the ears. To put it simply, Hoseok was the school dick. It’s not that he bullied other students – he was just incredibly rude to them unnecessarily. He roamed the school with his group of friends, casually making students and teachers lives just that little bit more difficult. Whether it was ‘accidently’ tripping someone in the hallway who may have gave him a funny look or causing one of the teachers grief by verbally abusing any authority they tried to have over him – Hoseok knew how to manipulate and control everyone around him.

Everyone except you.

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Growing Up Batty: Part 8

AN: With this chapter I mark this series as complete

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7


“She has your looks Harley. Wardrobe needs some updating though.”

    “She’s so pretty Mista J! Like a little doll.”

    You grit your teeth when the laugh comes out. “Look at us! One. Big. Happy. Family.”

    You resist the urge to roll your eyes. Giving him anything for ammunition is a bad idea, and you’re already in a bad enough state. He takes a chair, and sits down in front of you. He pats your cheek, “We could have been a family before now, ya know? But your idiot mother gave you up. Can you imagine, a mother giving up their child?” You watch out of the corner of your eye as you mother flinches. “But don’t you worry, we won’t be separated anymore. Not now that daddy knows about you!”

    Silence engulfs the space for a minute before he says, “First things first Harley! A change of clothes. We need a family look! I’ll leave you to it.”

    She smiles, “You got it Mista J.”

    You say nothing as Joker leaves, and Harley starts rooting through a trunk, tossing out clothes as she goes. Your voice is quiet, “You did the right thing.”

    She turns to face you, and cocks her head. You elaborate, “Leaving me with my mother …your sister. You gave me my best chance.”

    Her face turns to one of anger, and her hands connects with your cheek, “She’s not your mother! I AM!”

    You shake your head, to recover from the slap, and you see the horror on her face as she realizes what she’s done. It’s nowhere nears as bad as what Joker’s done, but you know you have to play off of it. She reaches out to touch the now swelling cheek, and you flinch. Quietly you say, “I didn’t think you were the same.”

    She stares at you, “What?”

    “I didn’t think you’d hurt me like he would. You kept me safe. First for those nine months, then again when you gave me to your sister. I wouldn’t have lived to see my first birthday if you had taken me to him.”

    She shakes her head, “That’s not true, Mista J, your daddy …”

    “Would have killed me for crying. He’ll kill me now.” You take a deep breath, “Mama, look at me. Look at what he’s done to me. To you. He’ll kill us.”

    Her lip quivers, “We’re going to be a family.”

    You shake your head, “No. We’re not. I can’t do what you do. I can’t hurt innocent people.”

    “It get’s easier.”

    “Is that really what you want for me? For killing to be easy? For bad things to be easy? Aunt Libby said you wanted the best for me. Was that as lie?” You can see her wavering, “Don’t you love me mama?”

    A second later her arms are around you, “My baby, I’m so sorry my baby.”

    You take a deep breath, “Ivy sent me to you mama. She’s gave me something to help us get safely out, but you need to untie me.”

    The ropes are cut a moment later, and you reach up to your ear. You remove the small plant that’s twisted around there, and whisper, “I have her Ivy, and we need help.”

    The onslaught of plants that follows is massive. And Joker’s screams of terror are even worse. When that giant Venus fly trap appears and swallows you, you start to hyperventilate. Harley pulls you close and rubs your back, “It’s okay baby, we’ll be out soon.” she says.

Sure enough it opens into a greenhouse, with Ivy waiting for the both of you. What follows is hours of vaccinations and treatments of your wounds. While she can’t heal the broken arms, she can heal the bruises and cuts. You watch on the TV as Batman and the boys take the Joker down.

You fall asleep at some point, and when you wake it’s to Harley running her fingers

through your hair. You blink at her, before sitting up. “What time is it?”

“Little past one …in the afternoon.”

“I missed school.”

She nods, “Sorry about that.”

“One day won’t kill me.”

There’s silence before she says, “Ivy told me how you came for me.”

You look her in the eye, “I won’t do it again. When you keep making the same mistake over and over again, it’s no longer a mistake. He beats you mama, he beat me. He doesn’t love us. We’re possessions. I can stay out of his hands. I know I can. The question is, can you?”

“Snooks …” You raise an eyebrow at the nickname and she gives  sad smile, “I kept you for the first three months, ya know? Figured I could really do it. Then some bastard recognized me, and Mista J’s enemies were on my ass in a heartbeat. That’s when I knew. But that was my nickname for you, Snooks.”

You sigh, “I can’t be around you if you’re going to go back to him. You have to choose, me or him.”

She gives you a smile, “You can’t stay with me.”

“No, but I can visit. If you stay here. If you stay out of trouble, I’ll come by twice a week. We can have a relationship. But he can’t be a part of it.”

You watch her hesitate before she says, “I choose you, Snooks. I’ll stay here.”

You nod, “Thank you mama.”

Damian is waiting for you when you get home from the hospital. You’ve got a brand new cast, and orders to rest. Your parents say nothing, as he follows you up to your room. He says nothing, as you cuddle with him on your bed. You fall asleep, and when you wake up it’s to Damian drawing on your cast.

“Pretty.”

He shrugs, “I got bored.”

There’s a moment of silence before you ask, “You know?”

He nods, “I know.”

“Sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“Takes time. Hell, you know my story.”

“So, does Jason hate me?”

“No. Something about poetic justice or something.”

You nod, “Hmm. She’s staying with Ivy. Says she chose me.”

Damian’s question is a whisper, “Think it’ll last?”

“I don’t know.”

Harley’s promise to you lasts a long time. She stays with Ivy for years. You see the relationship there, it makes you smile. She goes out occasionally, covertly, and usually with Ivy. You keep your distance as Nightengale when she shows up. And so does Damian. Eventually you bring him along. He calls the women psycho’s they think he’s adorable.

“So when are you going to do something about that?”

You stare at your mother, “Do something about what?”

“Damian.”
    You blanch, “He’s my best friend. My brother. Nothing more.” She gives a pout, but you have nothing else to say. It’s true. Damian is your brother, and neither of you wants anything more.

The day your mother breaks her promise is the day Joker escapes from Arkham. He kidnaps your adoptive mother, and nearly kills her. That’s when Harley seeks him out. You arrive on the scene too late. You find them dead, they’d fallen from high up, and the broken necks explain everything.

You leave your father for the crows, but your mother … You bury her on a hill outside the city. A place where the sun shines, and it’s quiet. It seems odd that the sun shines so brightly on the day of the funeral, but you don’t question it. You stare at the headstone, with Ivy on one side of you and Damian on the other.

After a moment you say, “She’d hate it out here.”

Damian cracks a smile, “Too boring.”

Ivy laughs, “The last years of her life were like that. She’d grown accustomed. How’s your mother doing?”  

“Good, mad the doctors wouldn’t let her come. Dad’s keeping her in the hospital for therapy though. Doctors say she’ll make a full recovery.”

Ivy hmms, “You two were the most important things in her life.”

You nod, “She was a protector at heart. Spent her whole life protecting her sister and then me.”

You watch vines wrap around the headstone before Ivy says, “I’ll see you Thursday Arlecchino.”

“Bye Ivy.”

When she’s gone Damian says, “You’re keeping up with the visits?”

You shrug, “She seems to do less harm that way.” The two of you begin walking towards his car, “Haven’t you noticed the drop?”

“Yep, just figured Harley was keeping her busy.”

You smile, as you climb into your car. You’d been haunted by your parent’s past your entire life. Then you’d met Damian Wayne and that had slowly changed. You’d found yourself, and relationship with your mother before she’d died. It was time to move on, and create a new legacy, as Nightengale, and a force for good.

Hangover

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Featuring: Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark

Words: 886

Warnings: mentions of alcohol

Tags: @vashanatasha

Request: none

Notes: none

Originally posted by little--batman

Opening your eyes that morning was like stabbing them the moment the sun came into your view. At the same time, a pounding started inside your head making you groan and letting you feel how sore your throat was. Water. You needed water. First, you took a deep breath and sat up on the slowly, but you still got dizzy so you had to lie down again. Damn alcohol.

Judging by the amount of light coming through your window, you imagined it must be around noon so it wasn’t surprising that you were in bed alone. Bucky would had been up for hours now.

It took you around three time to get you out of bed without getting dizzy and still, you didn’t feel too safe on your own feet yet. Slowly, you grabbed one of Bucky’s hoodies, put on your woolly socks and left the room. As you went downstairs, you could hear the team talking in the living room. Damn lucky bastards. Steve and Bucky couldn’t even get drunk, Natasha had too much control over herself to drink that much and Tony always managed to avoid hangovers, it didn’t matter how much he drank. Your only hangover partner used to be Wanda but she was out of town with Clint.

“There she is!” Natasha exclaimed when you made your appearance.

She has a hangover oh! She’s been drinking too much!” Tony sang making them laugh.

“Noisy” you mumbled as you headed towards the kitchen without paying too much attention to their mocking.

When you walked into the kitchen, you went straight to the fridge and grabbed some water to drink, not even bothering on grabbing a glass. Glasses weren’t important; water was.

“How are you feeling?” Bucky’s voice said behind you. With a sigh you turned around to face him. Despite how awful you were feeling, a smile appeared on your lips as you saw his.

“I think I’m dead”, you replied making him laugh.

“You definitely look like you are” he smirked walking over you.

“That’s nice” you rolled your eyes.

He laughed and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you, so you could place your head over his shoulder and close your eyes. No. Bad idea. The moment you closed your eyes, the dizziness came back so you pushed them back open and took a step away from your boyfriend who looked at you with confusion for a moment, before getting it.

“Dizzy?” He asked.

“My head is spinning more that after flying with Tony” you mumbled.

“I’m not surprised. You were so wasted last night” he said stroking your hair slowly. You took another sip from the bottle and looked at him, expecting a lecture.

“Did I say or do something too stupid?” You asked, not being able to remember a single thing.

“Don’t worry” he chuckled. “You were adorable actually, telling everyone how much you loved them” he added.

“Oh God…loving drunk. My favourite” you said sarcastic.

“Actually you said something it surprised me”, he said.

Panicking you looked at him. You knew the big mouth you could be when you were drunk, so you didn’t even know what to expect when it came to alcohol and Bucky mixed. Probably it wasn’t something too bad, since he was grinning like a real idiot.

“You said you wanted to marry me someday”, he said.

“Oh…did I?” You whispered blushing.

It was true though. You loved the man that was standing right in front of you, more than anyone else in this world. You knew he was the love of your life, you didn’t want anyone else with you. You wanted a life and a family with him, but you had always been too scared to bring it up since, maybe, it would have been so much for him. Apparently, Drunk (Y/N) wasn’t that scared of the repercussions of that statement.

“Was it true? Or was the alcohol talking?” He asked taking your hand.

“Don’t people say that drunks always tell the truth?” You asked back as you bite your lip.

“They do”, he nodded with a smile.

“There you have your answer” you shrugged looking down at the bottle.

He took the bottle from your hands and put it away, before grabbing your chin and making you look up to those piercing eyes.

“Then I do”, he said making your heart skip a beat.

“W-what? Are…are you proposing? Have I proposed? What?” You started asking confused and suddenly nervous. You did want to marry him someday but you weren’t ready to take that step yet. He laughed a little and kissed your forehead.

“None of it. It’s just a promise…that one day, when our lives are not this messy or in danger every time we go out on a mission, I will marry you” he told you.

“Really?” You asked biting your lip.

“Of course. Plus, I love how (Y/N) sounds” he shrugged making you laugh.

“You’re an idiot” you said grabbing his head to pull him down towards your lips and kiss him, but he pulled away way too soon.

“Ok, go brush your teeth. Jeez” he said giving the bottle back to you. “Damn hangover” he mumbled walking back to the living room, leaving you even more confused with a bottle of water on your hand. He was weird.

There was a girl, and her uncle sold her, wrote Mr. Ibis in his perfect copperplate handwriting.

That is the tale; the rest is detail.

There are stories that are true, in which each individual’s tale is unique and tragic, and the worst of the tragedy is that we have heard it before, and we cannot allow ourselves to feel it too deeply. We build a shell around it like an oyster dealing with a painful particle of grit, coating it with smooth pearl layers in order to cope. This is how we walk and talk and function, day in, day out, immune to others’pain and loss. If it were to touch us it would cripple us or make saints of us; but, for the most part, it does not touch us. We cannot allow it to.

Tonight, as you eat, reflect if you can: there are children starving in the world, starving in numbers larger than the mind can easily hold, up in the big numbers where an error of a million here, a million there, can be forgiven. It may be uncomfortable for you to reflect upon this or it may not, but still, you will eat.

There are accounts which, if we open our hearts to them, will cut us too deeply. Look — here is a good man, good by his own lights and the lights of his friends: he is faithful and true to his wife, he adores and lavishes attention on his little children, he cares about his country, he does his job punctiliously, as best he can. So, efficiently and good-naturedly, he exterminates Jews: he appreciates the music that plays in the background to pacify them; he advises the Jews not to forget their identification numbers as they go into the showers — many people, he tells them, forget their numbers, and take the wrong clothes, when they come out of the showers. This calms the Jews: there will be life, they assure themselves, after the showers. And they are wrong. Our man supervises the detail taking the bodies to the ovens; and if there is anything he feels bad about, it is that he still allows the gassing of vermin to affect him. Were he a truly good man, he knows, he would feel nothing but joy, as the earth is cleansed of its pests.

Leave him; he cuts too deep. He is too close to us and it hurts.

There was a girl, and her uncle sold her. Put like that it seems so simple.

No man, proclaimed Donne, is an Island, and he was wrong. If we were not islands, we would be lost, drowned in each others’tragedies. We are insulated (a word that means, literally, remember, made into an island) from the tragedy of others, by our island nature, and by the repetitive shape and form of the stories. We know the shape, and the shape does not change. There was a human being who was born, lived, and then, by some means or other, died. There. You may fill in the details from your own experience. As unoriginal as any other tale, as unique as any other life. Lives are snowflakes — unique in detail, forming patterns we have seen before, but as like one another as peas in a pod (and have you ever looked at peas in a pod? I mean, really looked at them? There’s not a chance you’d mistake one for another, after a minute’s close inspection.)

We need individual stories. Without individuals we see only numbers: a thousand dead, a hundred thousand dead, ‘casualties may rise to a million.’ With individual stories, the statistics become people — but even that is a lie, for the people continue to suffer in numbers that themselves are numbing and meaningless. Look, see the child’s swollen, swollen belly, and the flies that crawl at the corners of his eyes, his skeletal limbs: will it make it easier for you to know his name, his age, his dreams, his fears? To see him from the inside? And if it does, are we not doing a disservice to his sister, who lies in the searing dust beside him, a distorted, distended caricature of a human child? And there, if we feel for them, are they now more important to us than a thousand other children touched by the same famine, a thousand other young lives who will soon be food for the flies’own myriad squirming children?

We draw our lines around these moments of pain, and remain upon our islands, and they cannot hurt us. They are covered with a smooth, safe, nacreous layer to let them slip, pearl-like, from our souls without real pain.

Fiction allows us to slide into these other heads, these other places, and look out through other eyes. And then in the tale we stop before we die, or we die vicariously and unharmed, and in the world beyond the tale we turn the page or close the book, and we resume our lives.

A life, which is, like any other, unlike any other.

And the simple truth is this: there was a girl and her uncle sold her.
—  Neil Gaiman, American Gods