his cute little button nose

where the lines overlap (m)

Originally posted by kths

jimin x reader red strings of fate soulmates! au

8.8k words

rated m for dirty talk, creampie kink, idk i just wanted to write a jimin soulmate au but whoops my finger slipped?? :/

recommended music: where the lines overlap by paramore! it’s my favourite paramore song EVER :)

Summary: there’s an ancient Chinese folklore of the red strings of fate that connect one person to another. These two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, and the magical, invisible thread may tangle or stretch, but it will never sever. You’ve never believed in these mystical threads of fate like everyone else, but one day you suddenly gain the ability to see the threads connecting the people around you.


The door slams shut, jolting you out of your peaceful reverie. If it had been anyone else, you’d be beyond annoyed to be interrupted while doing your weekly readings, but not when it’s him. The person in question knocks gently on your door before peeking his head in, strands of his bleached dove gray hair spilling over into his eyes, and you can’t help but smile at the sight of him.

“Hey, I got dinner on the way back,” Jimin’s cheeks round out into a smile that reaches all the way to the crinkles at the corners of his eyes. Every time he comes home he’s constantly sweaty and worn out, but it’s part and parcel of the life he chose as a dance major.

Tossing aside your notes, you follow him out into the small dining area of your shared apartment, still in your sweats. When he makes a move to sit at the table, you give him a playful swat on his chest.

“Shouldn’t you wash up first? If I’d known you were this gross, I wouldn’t have agreed to room with you two years ago,” you pretend to wrinkle your nose at his sweaty form, all while ignoring the way his shirt is moulded to his chest.

“Says the one still in her sweatpants. Looks like someone isn’t that hungry tonight,” Jimin smirks back, reaching across the table to grab the box of takeout that you were in the midst of opening. “I could totally do with those extra calories after Hoseok hyung cracked down on us today…”

“I’m just kidding Chim,” you hastily snatch back the takeout box just as he opens the lid of it, the delicious smell of hot noodles and fried pork slices wafting into the air. “Oh my god this smells so good, I’ve been starving all day!”

“Wait, Jinwoo didn’t come by? It’s your free day right? I thought he usually comes by to hang out in the afternoons,” Jimin pauses in his chewing to study your expression carefully, but you’re too busy inhaling mouthfuls of stir fried noodles.

“Jinwoo oppa said he was busy today,” you say around a mouthful of vegetables and noodles. “He has that huge midterm coming up next week, so I told him he should stay home and study.”

Jimin looks like he’s about to say something snide about your boyfriend of nearly 6 months, so you stuff a large piece of meat into his mouth instead.

“Yes I know, he was busy last week and the week before that too, but we’ve been dating for a while so we don’t need to see each other so often. We’re over that honeymoon stage already.” You say in a dismissive tone, focusing on chasing the remaining few strands of noodles around with your chopsticks and avoiding his gaze.

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Jealousy // Thomas

Fandom: The Maze Runner
Pairing: Thomas x reader
Word count: 2,177
Warnings: Slight angst, mostly fluff, sassy Minho
Request from @ryleigh-jae: “Hey there! I was curious if you could do a Thomas x Reader where the reader is jealous of Teresa, but Thomas assures her that he doesn’t love Teresa.”

A/N: Hi! Sorry if this turned out to be a little more on the angsty and dramatic side, but I guess those are the repercussions to binge-watching season 12 of Supernatural over the course of two days. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

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To Lift Your Spirits High [Newt Scamander x Reader]

Author’s Note: This is such a fun movie. I’ve seen it twice and enjoyed myself both times. It makes me want to reread all the Harry Potter books, if only I had the time. T__T 

Word Count: 3,562

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Something about you part ii

Part one

Part three

Part four

Part five

Masterlist

In this chapter newt takes the reader to explore his case, pure fluff

 

Originally posted by newt-and-pickett

“Are you sure you’re going to be alright?’ you could hear the worry in your sisters voice, clear as day, you gave her a reassuring smile. ‘I’ll be fine teenie, anyway, newt will be there he knows what to do. You go to work, go and bring some good back into the world’ you had said that every day before she left for work. That was the reason she became an aura, and you never wanted her to forget that girl, who was so focused, so ambitious and yet so full of kindness and a fierce determination to do what was right. She cupped your cheek before placing a kiss on top of your head, as she left.

“no Toby, you stay here with Queenie and Jacob, I’ll be alright. If you’re really good, they might let you try some of the sweets, that they’re making ’ You reassured your loyal companion as he nudged at your hand and let out a small whine. As newt flipped the new catches on his case, you could hear a slight rustling of fabric beside you, where Toby stood. “I promise I’ll take good care of her, I know how much you love her. Now please stop looking at me like that’ you giggled as newt tried to reassure your friend.

Newt took your hand, it was work worn and had several tiny raised scars, but it was gentle and fit perfectly with yours. He guided you to the case that you had heard so much about, but were only now getting the chance to explore. “you’ll have to step inside, and then there are a flight of stairs. Is that alright?’ you smiled at the kind man, not many people had this much patients and it warmed your heart knowing how hard he was trying to understand the best ways that he could help you and when to let you do things by yourself.

“thank you, for all of this’ your voice was hushed but you knew that he would be able to hear. You stepped carefully inside and gingerly made your way down the stairs, grateful for the hand rail that ran down the side of the rickety steps.

Floor boards creaked below your feet, your nose filled with the smell of earth, plants and several potions. It smelled a little bit like newt, though he always had a slight aroma of tea around him, along with something that you couldn’t quite put your finger on, you had affectionately named it essence of Newton.

You heard the floor board squeak behind you, before you felt a hand that was becoming quite familiar in yours.

“are you ready? They have all promised to be on their best behaviour’ you giggled as you nodded, newt lead you to the first habitat. You could smell plants and soil, ‘these are the bowtruckles’ you smiled as newt explained what they were and what they did. You had already met Pickett, he had patiently allowed you to stroke his leaves and his spindly fingers, so that you could build a picture of him in your mind.

“I think you’ll like the fwoopers’ newt exclaimed his voice full of excitement. Beautiful bird song floated to your keen ears, as you entered the habitat, this one was far warmer than the previous one, the air was humid and sticky. Newt encouraged one of the fwoopers to rest on his spare arm, ‘this is Arnold, he was injured when I found him, he doesn’t fly to well now.’ Newts voice held a note of sadness, as he raised your hand for Arnold to investigate before allowing you to stroke him, his feathers were soft, almost fluffy he was shaped like an upside down egg, and he had Lovely long tail feathers which ended with little wisps. You smiled brightly at newt, ‘ oh he is beautiful, and such a lovely voice’ you crooned to the feathered creature, as he sang to you. “I had a feeling you would like him’ newt chuckled as he placed Arnold back on his perch.

Newt lead you around most of the other enclosures, if he was able to he would encourage one of the creatures to him, so that you could run your fingers over them, constructing an image of each species. You had taken a particular shine to Dougal, with his long silky hair. He had even aloud you to trace his face. Something that both you and Newt were pleasantly surprised by. You had found that he had large eyes, along with a small flat nose and a narrow mouth. He was currently holding your other hand in his rather human like one, as you and newt made your way back to the shed.

“newt’ you began shyly ‘newt, I was wondering, I know what your creatures look like now, but I don’t know what you look like’ your keen ears pricked as newt swallowed. “oh, I’m not much to look at’ his voice was awkward and hushed, ‘but I’m not asking to look at you’ you reassured him, keeping your voice low. “and anyway, Queenie says that you’re quite handsome, I would like to know if I’m missing out on anything’ newt snorted at that as he laughed, he guided you to sit down, on a stool, you could hear him getting onto his knees in front of you.

He took both of your hands gently in his own, placing them on his cheeks. You traced the bristly stubble along his strong jaw, up to his ears and along his high cheek bones. You ran your fingers gently over his lips, they parted, voluntary or involuntary you didn’t know, but you could feel newts warm breath tickling your skin as you explored. Your fingers ghosted over his straight nose, that rounded off into a cute little button at the tip. up to his eyebrows and over his closed eyes. Your hands drifted along his eye sockets, up to his forehead and to his soft curly hair. Both of your breaths were shaking slightly, he wasn’t exactly what you expected, but it suited him, he felt unique, as he should.

“well, I think Queenie sold you short,’ quite handsome’ just doesn’t cut it’ you could feel him smile as your hands had returned to his cheeks, you retraced his lips, so that you could memorize his smile, and store it away for future reference.

 

Have a great day and be safe

P.s. I do not regret staring at pictures of newt for a good twenty minutes, so that I could write that last section.

Baby - Jason Todd x Reader

Prompt: “You’re my girl.” + “There’s another me inside mommy?” Jason Todd x Reader (requested by anon)

“Hey Jay? I think we should tell Harper about the baby.” You said gently rubbing your growing baby bump. He smiled warmly at you and placed his larger hand on top of yours.

“You sure?” He asked absently rubbing your slightly protruding stomach.

“Yeah … I mean we should right? How do you think she’s going to react?” You asked with uncertainty. Jason grabbed your hands and looked into your eyes.

“[Y/N] you’re worrying too much. Harper is going to be beyond excited that she’s going to be a big sister.” Jason reassured you.

“You really think so?” You asked.

“Absolutely.” He affirmed leaning in to capture your lips in a soft kiss. As the old saying goes speak of the devil …

“Ewww Daddy! Stop kissing Mommy!” Your daughter, Harper cried barreling into the room with Lian following hot on her heels. Roy wasn’t far behind the two rambunctious girls.

“Yeah Uncle Jay! It’s gross!” She cried.

“Keep it in your pants Jaybird.” Roy tagged on after the girls.

“Thank you, Roy.” Jason replied sarcastically.

“I trust Harper wasn’t too troublesome.” You prompted. It was Roy’s turn to take the girls for a sleepover and you knew from first hand experience how difficult the two little imps could be when combined. You couldn’t imagine what adding a third little devil to the mix was going to do to the balance of power.

“Well they didn’t hurt themselves or anything in my apartment so I think we can count this one as a success.” Roy said.

“Good enough for me.” You said with a smile.

“Alright Lian, say goodbye.” Roy instructed.

“Bye Uncle Jay! Bye Aunt [Y/N]! Bye Harper!” Lian said running around the room hugging each of the Todds in succession. Roy led her towards the door saying his own goodbyes.

“Text me later, Jay. I found a job that’s right up our alley.” Roy mentioned casually. Jason gave him a thumbs up and soon enough Roy and Lian left leaving the three of you alone. Harper wasted no time in launching into all that she and Lian had done while she was at Roy’s. As soon as you could get a word in edgewise you put a hand on Harper’s shoulder and gave her a serious look.

“Harper, sweetie. Your Mommy and I have something to tell you.” Jason started, You glanced over at Jason. He slipped his hand into yours and gave you an encouraging squeeze.

“What is it Daddy?” Harper asked expectantly.

“Harper you’re my girl and you’ll always be my baby girl, but in a couple of months Mommy is going to have a baby and you’re going to become a big sister.” Jason explained resting a hand against your stomach.

“Mommy’s having a baby?” She asked with a confused face that wrinkled her nose in the most adorable way. Jason scooped her up into his arms and kissed the tip of her cute little button nose.

“Yup, and you’re going to have a little baby brother or sister soon.” He responded. “I need you to do me a favor, Harper. When the baby comes I need you to welcome him or her into our family with open arms. They’re going to need you to show them how to be a Todd.” Jason explained gently. Harper nodded with a serious look on her face, already taking her mission to heart.

“Where’s the baby now?” She asked innocently.

“The baby’s inside Mommy right now.” Jason explained. You took Harper’s little hands and placed them on top of your slightly rounded stomach to show her where her future sibling was. She looked down at your stomach in wonder. “They won’t be ready to be born for a few months so for now your baby brother or sister is going to grow in Mommy.” Jason continued to explain. Harper was struck speechless which was rare for her.

“So … There’s another me inside Mommy?” She asked, her little fingers spreading across the expanse of your stomach. You and Jason laughed slightly at her assumption.

“Sort of, kiddo.” Jason said ruffling her hair. She pouted, resembling her father in her face of annoyance. “But you’re a one of a kind, sweetie.” Jason said pulling his daughter into an engulfing embrace.

“Daddy?” Harper asked against his chest.

“Yeah baby?”

“How did the baby get inside Mommy?” Jason stiffened and shot you a panicked look. You choked slightly and you would have broken out into hysterical laughs if you weren’t preoccupied with how you were going to sufficiently answer her question. God knows that child wouldn’t give up until her curiosity was sated.

“Oh boy, you are just full of questions tonight aren’t you?” You said taking over the conversation from Jason who looked absolutely terrified to answer her question. “Well you see, when Daddies love Mommies very much, the Daddies will put babies into Mommies. Mommies will then hold onto the babies that Daddies give them in their bellies until the babies are ready to come out.” You gave her the censored version. Harper nodded but you could see she was still a bit confused but she otherwise dropped it. Harper leaned down and pressed her hands on either side of your stomach and rested her face right above your skin.

“Hi baby! I’m your big sister! I can’t wait to meet you baby so hurry up in there!” She commanded. You heart swelled at the scene and you started to tear up.

“Alright!” Jason said standing up and scooping Harper into his arms. She squealed at the sudden movement and laughed at the feeling of being air born. “The baby’s not coming tonight so there’s no reason for big sisters to stay up past their bedtime. Time to get ready for bed, you little imp.” Jason said carrying her into the other room to start her nightly routine. You sat on the couch a little while longer dabbing the happy tears from your eyes.

You eventually rejoined Jason as he was tucking your daughter into bed. She was already out like a light and the two of you just stood there watching your daughter peacefully sleep.

“She handled it well, I think.” You whispered, careful not to wake Harper.

“Told you so.” Jason quietly bragged wrapping his arms around you from behind and resting his hands on top of your stomach.

“You know I might be biased but I think our family has to be the most adorable to ever exist.” You bragged. Jason scoffed quietly in your ear.

“Without a doubt, babe. There’s not even a competition and with our genes how could there be? Face it we’re pretty fucking amazing.” Jason said. You lightly slapped his arm at his profanity.

“Language.” You reprimanded. You could practically feel Jason roll his eyes.

“Please, I’m like 93% sure Roy’s used much worse around the girls. Our kids will be swearing like motherfucking sailors before they hit puberty.” He argued.

“Yes well, I’m pretty sure we shouldn’t be encouraging that language though. Responsible parenting and all that.” You reminded him with an arched eyebrow.

“We’ve made it this far haven’t we?” He shrugged. You turned around in his arms and stood up on the tips of your toes to place a slow kiss to his lips, your baby bump softly pressing against his abdomen. His hand moved to rest against your bump as the two of you moved your lips against one another.

“We’re the be best fucking parents.” You whispered as you pulled away.

“The best.” He agreed with a broad grin.

T is for Trouble.

The club reeked of body odor and strong perfume which had Olivier holding his nose high in the air. Not like he didn’t have a unique smell to himself as well now. No amount of showers could wash away the scent of the celebratory champagne that rested in his hair.

They had been celebrating for God knows how long. It wouldn’t be much of a surprise if he ended up going a complete 48 hours without sleep but his body was so wired with adrenaline, the necessity of sleep hadn’t overcome him just yet. Plus he had the bass of the speakers vibrating from his toes through his upper torso to keep him alive for the moment.

The drink he had been cradling in his hand ever since Kieran handed it off to him hadn’t been touched. He had downed enough champagne throughout the day for two and he didn’t want his senses to grow too hazy. For now, he just held onto it.

All of the attention within the small square of space was on them. They may have shed their uniforms and that crest but no one was able to forget their victory just a few hours earlier in the FA Cup final. Hell, Olivier couldn’t forget either as his legs were screaming under him while he stood in the tight space.

While eyes were on him, he let his eyes go around to those that maybe weren’t suspecting his stares so much. There was one particular woman there dressed in a long t-shirt that fit more like a dress and high black boots that ended just in the middle of her thigh. She was carefree, wildly shaking about her long locks to the music as she followed the rhythm to perfection, screaming her way through the group of other attractive women congregated around her. He assumed they were her friends.

Every once in a while she would break the pep in her step to gaze over at him, her eyes seeming to sparkle in a way Olivier could understand even in the dark dim light of the establishment.

She gave off a gentle wave in his direction but he quickly diverted his eyes elsewhere like to the drink he had been babysitting in his hand. A firm grip on his shoulder made him turn around to see Aaron smiling at him from behind.

“You know she’s waving at you right?” He must have noticed his teammate’s reluctance to acknowledge the woman as well. Oli shrugged it off.

“She’s trouble.”

“What? Trouble? How?”

He leaned closer to Aaron as he tried to shout over the loud waves of music. “There’s at least ten guys in here looking at her. Five guys want to take her home tonight, three guys want to marry her and two probably already know her.”

Aaron chuckled, now looking at the people that surrounded the mystery woman to confirm that they weren’t the only ones watching her. They were, however, the only ones being watched back. He turned back to Olivier and narrowed his gaze accusingly. “And where do you stand? Because you’re looking at her too,” he pointed out.

“I’m on the ‘Don’t mess with her. You’ll regret it later’ side of the spectrum.” He didn’t give Aaron time to offer a rebuttal. He clapped his friend’s shoulder twice with the palm of his hand and then headed off to somewhere, anywhere, where he could escape the intensifying gaze of that woman and the badger of questions from his encouraging teammate. Now was the perfect time to take a sip of that drink he had been watching all night.

He had been in this situation before. He’d watch the most beautiful woman in the room and soon after he’d find himself in his bed, with her, regretting it once the lust settled around them. He was trying to change things around. 28 was that prime age. He was watching his friends get married or at least fall into love with a woman that spelled marriage soon in the future while he was instead entertaining women who couldn’t hold a candle to the prototype of his future wife. Beauty and sex wasn’t all that he wanted and maybe he shouldn’t have been thinking so deep on the heels of a championship and in an environment like this but he was. The music and his surroundings had quickly faded into the background as he thought of a life playing with his kids in a roomy backyard rather than having a backyard he didn’t even utilize much which was his status currently.

“I thought I’d never find you.”

The soft-spoken voice revealed from behind him made him whirl around quickly to spot the woman from earlier, now watching him as he had watched her. She held out her hand, her neon pink manicure glistening under the dark blue lights that illuminated where they sat. “I’m Daniella.”

His rebuttal was short, brunt and to the point. “I didn’t ask.”

Olivier expected it to deter her but it didn’t. Instead she sounded off a melodic laugh, revealing a perfect white set of teeth hidden behind her red lipstick. He didn’t know that wasn’t actually her name but she did. And no, this wasn’t some ploy to hide her identity behind a pseudonym that gave her power and confidence. It was more for the fact that she felt her real name wasn’t necessary in this situation. Not like he seemed all that interested in it anyway or at least he was pretending not to be. “For someone that just won a trophy you’re a bit of a grump,” she chimed.

He couldn’t fight away the amused curl of his pouty lips that occurred next. “Are you coming over here to tell me to stop staring at you? Because I’m willing to obey your wishes.”

“No. Please. Continue on your stares. Do you see something you like?” She twirled where she stood, revealing a toned leg from under that long top as she hoisted it out into the limelight to entrance him even further. Once again, that intoxicating laugh of hers rang out over the music. She seemed confident and not in some ‘I’m only confident when I’m drunk’ sort of ordeal. She showed no signs of drunkenness.

He teased her with a short laugh of his own. “I’m not sure if that’s a trick question or…”

“It’s a question that would make my night if you answered,” she spoke honestly, showing a brief sign of vulnerability as her fingers literally crossed behind her back in hopes he would provide her with one.

Who didn’t want someone of his caliber dishing out compliments like they were nothing? Olivier purposely continued teasing her as his eyes slowly danced around her figure, trying to find the one feature he should maybe mention. There were so many to choose from.

“Your nose.”

“My nose?!” Her surprise to his answer was obvious and made him laugh. It wasn’t what she was expecting.

“Yes. It’s like a cute little button nose.” He jokingly took his fingers to the bridge of her nose before she swatted it away with a fake laugh.

“Ha ha. I spent two hours getting ready and dressed for the first time in months and you compliment my nose? I’m appalled.”

“If I complimented anything else I’d be like every other man in here.”

Her eyebrow rose, forming her mouth to probe more into what he said before her expression twisted and her statement changed. “Dance with me.”

“What?”

“Dance with me! Come on. Pleaseee.”

Olivier smiled and shook his head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You’re trouble.”

“What?!” Her arms folded over her chest in mock defense. The last thing she was was trouble. Maybe the red lipstick and daring fit of thigh-high black boots had painted her as such but she was far from that. It was reassuring to know her look had worked for her intentions though. “Trouble how?”

He wanted to form a coherent answer but it was nearly impossible with the way her eyes were gazing into his. “You just are,” was all he could force out and instead of feigning defense this time, she mischievously smirked and lowered herself closer to his ear.

Her tone dropped an octave, her hand purposely landing on his knee. “Maybe I am. Now dance with me and deal.” She dropped the pseudo ‘vixen’ role and patted his leg to encourage him to get up from his seat and accompany her for a dance.

He did as she wished, taking her hand and leading her to a space on the floor. The music wasn’t painfully slow but it wasn’t as fast either. Not like it mattered to him anyway. He was lost in his own thoughts.

Like whether or not he was really about to take on the task of getting to know this woman more. He didn’t know how to perceive her. At first, he figured she was some stuck up beautiful woman that was full of herself but now he realized her personality was far from that. He thought whether it was even possible to be as intrigued with a woman as he was now.

“Olivier?”

“Huh?” He looked down to where she stood in front of him, jolting him out of his dreamlike state.

“Your hands…” she grabbed his hands which he now realized were gravitating towards her behind rather than holding onto her hips. “…belong here.” She dropped them onto her waist and giggled.

Olivier cracked a small smile. “Right. Sorry.”

He definitely wanted to get to know her more.

Empty Spaces//Kunpimook Bhuwakul

Originally posted by incrediyeol

Pairing:Bambam x Reader

Genre:Fluff

Summary: Somehow, you were suddenly whole.

Author’s Note: i’m soft bye

xoxo Sara


“So, why did you want to meet me here?”

It was cold. Though Autumn had just arrived you had not found the time or energy to change out your summer shorts for all of your sweaters and jeans yet, which led you shivering in front of your best friend, who had invited you out on a walk with him after he had come back from tour.

“Because I missed you,” he sighed out, tucking his arms into his cardigan and hugging it tightly to his body. His eyes traced over you slightly as you both began to walk along the river of your local park, the multi-colored leaves crunching beneath both of your feet. It was definitely Autumn.

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anonymous asked:

i am so glad u made this blog omg i adore yoosung. could i request MC/reader giving yoosung kisses and he gets embarassed and blushy but MC teases him and keeps doing it AAAAA i live for that stuff. thank u💗

I hope you enjoy!

(I also adore Yoosung lol, who doesn’t, honestly)

Rating: PG(?)

I should really be more confident in my ratings….

Three kisses.

Only three kisses were shared between the two of you throughout the entirety of your relationship, which, technically, isn’t that bad considering you’ve only been dating for a week and a half now.

‘But,’ you think, watching as Yoosung chats with the other RFA members through the app. ‘Only one of them was on the lips…’

His plump lips are pulled up into a small smile, eyes alight with mischief and glee, his thumbs tapping at the speed of light. You smile yourself, looking over your love’s cute (and handsome; you can practically hear Yoosung’s protest), features. His amethyst eyes, so bright and and beautiful, to his cute little button nose, his high cheekbones, down to his perfect pink lips…

Plump, soft-looking, sweet tasting lips… “_________?”

You snap out of your reverie and flush in embarrassment when you find that you’ve been staring at Yoosung’s lips for a good minute or two, the blonde looking at you confusedly. “What’s wrong?”, he asks, setting his phone down on the coffee table before turning fully to you. His eyebrows are furrowed, head cocked to the side in question.

You suppress a squeal at how adorable Yoosung looks when confused, your hands curling into tight fists. “Nothing’s wrong,” you reply smoothly, and his lips purse, those perfect bow-shaped lips…

“I just… Want to kiss you.”, you blurt, immediately slapping a hand over your mouth in surprise. Your eyes are wide, as are his, looking at one another in astonishment. Your cheeks are red, but his are even more so, darker in color. You feel your heart flutter when he shyly bites his bottom lip, his fingers fiddling in his lap in a sheepish manner.

“I-I mean, well uh,” he stammers, averting his gaze to the floor. “You are my girlfriend so…” He doesn’t say anything, trailing off as he was too embarrassed to give you a proper response. Not that he needs to, you’ve already gotten the context of it, a soft giggle leaving your mouth.

“God, I love you.”

You reach over and grab him by the cheeks, pulling his face closer to yours, noses bumping together gently. “I love you too,” he mumbles, his minty breath hot against your skin, and you couldn’t help but smile. His cheeks had grown redder if possible, spreading all the way to the tips of his cute little ears, and you turn your head to peck his nose.

He mutters something incoherent under his breath, but you manage to hear a soft 'not there’, your smile widening. Your eyes flutter to a close, lips brushing together in a careful, timid way, before you finally gather the courage to surge forward and press your lips fully against his.

Your kiss is short, but sweet, and you pull away just a fraction to let Yoosung calm himself, his breathing a tad bit shaky. “S-Sorry, I’m just really ne-” You cut him off with another kiss, giggling against his lips when he squeaks in surprise.

“_________,” he whines, trying to pull away but to no avail, your hands refusing to leave his cheeks. “My heart can’t take it…!”

You lean in to press a fleeting kiss on the corner of his lips, his whole face a dark shade of red. “How cute,” you mumble, and peck his lips.

“I could just kiss you all day~.”

Gruvia Week Day 3 - Family

Gruvia Week Day 3 - Family

A/N: Here is my third entrant for Gruvia Week 2016 - Family.  I’ve never written a family fic ever, it’s never even crossed my mind! I hope it’s okay!

The early morning sun shone through a crack between the pale yellow curtains in the Fullbuster household just brightly enough to stir a certain grumbling, groggy icemage.  It’s far too early to be awake on a Sunday morning…. He thought grumpily as he pulled Juvias warm body closer to his chest burying his face into her blue hair.  As Gray pulled the watermage closer he heard a small barely audible squeal causing his eyes to fly open temporarily blinded by the harsh sunlight.  Lifting his head and craning it slightly Gray peered over his wife’s sleeping form and sure enough in her arms was their little daughter curled up fast asleep.  Crystal Fullbuster had a habit of sneaking into their bedroom at night to sleep with the two of them.

“Hey little monkey… I know you’re not asleep.” Gray chuckled quietly “What are you doing in mommy and daddies bed?” He tried to sound assertive, she couldn’t keep sleeping in their bed now she was almost five.  Gray reached out and ruffled his daughters light sea blue hair making her giggle.  It was a mischievous giggle.

“Daddy!” She whispered loudly a playful tone to her voice as she turned to face him with her light gray almost blue eyes “I had a bad dream…” She sniffled making the icemages heart melt instantly as her eyes shone with tears.  Juvia shifted in her sleep her brow furrowing.

“Come here little monster.” Gray lifted their daughter out of Juvias arms onto his chest slowly.  “Try not to wake mommy.” He whispered as Crystal giggled again.

“Okay daddy.” She smiled at him, she had the same brilliant smile as her mother infact she was exactly like her mother, but she had Gray’s ice-make magic and a mix of his and Juvias eyes.

“Do you want to talk about your bad dreams?”  Gray asked as he pushed her cute little button nose causing his daughter to scrunch up her face.  Crystal fell silent and cast her gaze sideways jutting out her bottom lip as Juvia rolled over still asleep facing the pair.

“I dreamt that mommy died.” Tears started forming at the edges of her eyes and Gray stared in shock for a few moments.

“Well.  Daddy will never let that happen.”  He wiped an escaped tear off her cheek.  “Daddy will keep her safe. Always.  And you.  So don’t worry about it.  It was just a bad dream.  Nothing else.” Gray turned to look at his sleeping wife next to him, she always looked so peaceful when she was asleep.  He squeezed her hand before turning back to his daughter.

“I know you will daddy!  It was just scary.” She looked him in the eyes now smiling.  “But I’m okay now!” Her smile grew a glint appearing in her gray-blue orbs as she reached out and grabbed his ears pulling on them.

“Hey! Ah! Oi!” Gray chuckled as he tried to prise his daughters fingers off his ear lobes, failing that he reached out and tickled her sides making her fall about laughing as Juvia stirred next to them, both father and daughter stopping dead watching as her dark blue eyes opened slowly and the watermage licked her lips squinting in the light.

“Morning princess!” Juvia beamed up at her little gem, the sight of her husband and daughter was the best thing to wake up to in the mornings.

“Sorry to wake you mommy, daddy was tickling me!” The little blue haired mage spoke.

“What about me?” Gray said pretending to be hurt, Crystal giggled on top of him.

“It’s okay darling, mommy had to wake up at some point! And of course good morning to you to my love!” Juvia chimed placing a small kiss on Gray’s lips.

“Ewww.” Crystal whined making grossed out sounds as her parents chuckled staring into each other eyes.  Gray stroked Juvias cheek basking in the sheer bliss of the moment.

“Oh Mavis!” Juvia blurted out eyes growing wide, her hand flying to her mouth as she bolted to the en suite bathroom, throwing herself to the floor as she heaved.

“Is mommy ok daddy?” Crystal asked worry laced in her voice.

“I’m sure she’s okay, why don’t you go get dressed and daddy will check on mommy?” Gray gave his daughter a pat on the back as she happily complied skipping out her parents room to her own.  “Juvia?” Gray spoke up.  “Are you okay?” He threw the covers off of him as he swung his legs over the bed.

“Juvia is fine! Please don’t come in!” Juvia pleaded.

“Juvia…” Gray began running a hand threw his raven bangs.

“Juvia will be right out!” The blunette shouted as Gray sighed, defeated, climbing back into bed to wait for her.

A few minutes passed before Juvia emerged, Gray’s eyes immediately flickering to her full of concern and worry, she was never ill.

“Are you okay?” He asked again his eyes following her around the room as she got back into bed wrapping her arms around his torso as he stroked her hair.  Her eyes met his as she pursed and unpursed her lips a few times.  “Juvia?”  He stroked her arm then her cheek as he looked deep into her eyes, they were sparkling with happiness but hidden there was also nervousness.

“Well…. We made need a bigger bed.” She giggled smiling at him, Gray’s eyes going wide his heart hammering in his chest.  Was she?

“You’re?” He asked smiling back at her.

“Yes.  Juvia is pregnant again!” She beamed at him as his lips met hers surprising the watermage as Gray pulled her on top of him wrapping his arms around her waist.

“That’s amazing Juvia.” His voice was soft and his eyes even softer, a smile on his lips as the icemage stared up at his wife, her blue waves cascading down the shoulders hanging down over him, her eyes wide, she looked so beautiful as the sun lit up her features giving her a golden glow.

“Juvia is so happy!” She exclaimed pressing a long kiss on his lips.

“Me too.” Gray smiled back as Juvia rolled off to the side of him again wrapping her arms around his chest as she listened to the sound of his strong heartbeat, Gray stroking her blue tresses, both of them in a silent bliss, revelling in the news that they were expecting another bundle joy.  Another little monster running riot.  Gray smiled.   Our perfect little family is getting bigger.  And it’s going to become even more perfect.  

A/N: I hope you liked it! :-D

CrookedMoonlight

Jungkook as a boyfriend :-)

Group: BTS

Member: Jungkook

AN: I hope you like it!! :-) I definitely know Ari will ahah! xoxo


Jungkook would the most awkward, goofy boyfriend on the planet. Since he’s still young he wouldn’t have that much experience. He would still be new to the skin ship and things. However he still can use his sexy maknae skills on you. He would be so in love. He would always stare at you in pure adoration. He wouldn’t be able to rip his eyes away from you. It’s not like you could stop staring at him either, that cute little button nose and his eye smiles. At random times he would just come up behind you and start softly singing in your ear. A smile plastered of both of your faces. Jungkook maybe young but once he thinks he has found the one he’s not giving her up for anything.

Originally posted by go2bedjungkook

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Power girl!

I haven’t really been doing any notes on my design choices or my thinking, so I’mma make up for that now. 

WONDER WOMAN

Wonder Woman is an Amazon, right? First and foremost, she is from an island of badass lesbian warrior women of legend. That’s cool. No one should have a problem with that. So I tried to design her with that in mind. She’s a warrior, so she’s built like a warrior. Long limbs, big muscles, etc etc etc. (my mom’s only comment on this drawing was “Beefy”… Success!) I decided she should be taller than almost all of the other characters, since I always imagined she would be an imposing figure in real life. I’m putting her at, oh, say 6 feet tall here, give or take a couple inches. She’s the first one I drew, so she’s sort of my measuring stick for all the other characters. 

While her warrior nature and athletic build were the main philosophical cornerstones of her design, I tried not to rob her of the glamour that has always been such a vital part of the character. That was a little tricky. I really didn’t want her to look like a modern day model or something dumb like that, she’s thousands of years old, after all. I ultimately tried to give her sort of a vintage beauty queen kind of look in the face, and went for long, straight hair over her classic curls. Looks like she belongs in the 70s…. is that just me?

SUPERMAN

I’ve always felt like the Clark Kent suit and tie were just as essential to Superman’s overall aesthetic as the blue tights and red undies. It’s not many superheroes who have such an iconic look in and out of costume. It only seemed right to use both.

So, when I start working on a character design, I want it to tell a story. I want you to feel what I feel about a character, just by looking at one image. You might not know that character’s whole 900 issue backstory, but you might be able to guess what kind of person they are. You should get a sense of their personality. So, when talking about the design, I think it’s also important that I talk about how I interpret each character, so I can then explain the design choices I made. So here goes.

Superman is Kansas farm-boy. That’s actually the most important thing about him. Not his superpowers. Not the fact that he’s the last son of Krypton. Not the fact that he’s weakened by kryptonite. None of it. The most important thing about Clark Kent the human being is that he was raised on a farm in Kansas. He believes in a simpler form of right and wrong than, say, Batman, because he was raised in simpler circumstances. Clark was raised by two loving parents who taught him to be good, kind, and heroic. He never even had a chance to come up bad. He couldn’t be a bad person if he wanted to. By the time he lands a job as a reporter in the big city, where life is infinitely more complicated, he already knows who he is. He’s a good guy. He puts others before himself. He’s earnest and optimistic, and maybe a little naive. On top of all this, he’s incredibly powerful. How does a man who could throw a skyscraper into the sun ride a subway without accidentally injuring someone? What’s he like at the movies, trying to get to his seat? At the grocery store? In an undersized apartment? How does a man this earnest interact with all of Metropolis’ cynical, rude, jaded citizens? This stuff is ripe for all kinds of character moments and comedy, and that’s how I see superman. It’s not just who he is when he’s saving the world, it’s who he is in his day to day life.

Woof, so all that being said, I decided to make Superman the tallest character in the lineup (so far.) At 6.5-7 feet (roughly) he towers over everyone else. He’s out of place in Metropolis. He’s out of place on earth, for that matter, and visually I want him to stand out like a sore thumb. The more I can draw attention to how out of place he is, the better, in my mind. That, to me, is the human, relatable side of Superman that often gets overlooked. I also wanted him to look young, without sacrificing that classic huge superman chin. My solution was to make his features small, almost cute within his massive face. Check out that little button nose! I also softened his features a bit from the chiseled look people tend to give him. I am totally okay with a Superman who has a little bit of baby fat.

Speaking of weight, I also made superman noticeably wider than most of the other characters. He’s got super (hur-hur) broad shoulders, and I tried to make him thicker around the waist than superheroes tend to be drawn, just to drive home the sturdy farmboy look. My logic is, he’s not chubby, he just has a solid set of core muscles, which makes sense when you think about what he actually does. The tendency, I think, is to draw superheroes to look like Arnold Schwartzenegger-esque bodybuilders, which I sort of raise an eyebrow to. When I say this, I’m mostly referring to drawing characters with huge shoulders and necks and pectoral muscles, and then weirdly skinny waists. You see this all over. It kind of looks like the characters are constantly sucking in their guts. It’s a bit distressing (and very silly looking). Body-building tends to be more about developing your muscles for the sake of aesthetic, rather than actually developing strength. I’m not saying body-builders aren’t very, very, very strong, but what I am saying is If you look at actual athletes, their muscles have developed very differently, because they are developed to run fast, hit hard, throw far, etc. Actual strongmen don’t look like bodybuilders. I mean, yes, they often have massive pectoral muscles, and big-ol’ beefy arms and necks, and shoulders, but they usually also have very thick waists (thick wit’ mahscle) and developed abdominal muscles. These are thickly built people, and they are thickly built because they are built for pure power and strength. A fighter, on the other hand, might have a slightly different build. Runners and swimmers tend to be long and lean with HUGE CRAZY MUSCLEY LEGS OH MY GOD. (wait till you guys see the Flash I’m planning…). 

What was my point? Oh yeah, my point is that superheroes are always portrayed as being people who have achieved some kind of ideal, “peak” body type, and while that makes sense and I have no real problem with that, I’ve noticed that artists tend to choose one body type and apply it haphazardly across all of their cast, when really one body type might be appropriate for one character, and another might be appropriate for another character. Superman is STRONG. That’s his big thing. I mean, he flies too (though he couldn’t actually fly in the original comics, either. That wasn’t introduced until the Fleischer studio cartoons were they made him fly to make the animation cheaper and easier) , and he’s got the super-breath, and the laser eyes, and the pervert-vision, and all that, but mostly he’s strong. The first superman comic has an image of him lifting a car above his head on the cover. That is the central power-fantasy of the Superman character: super strength. So that’s why I made him so big. Jeez, short story long, shut up already Milo, jeez.

GREEN LANTERN

Okay, I actually covered a lot of stuff relevant to this guy in the superman post. Hal Jordan is, like Superman, heroically minded, obviously. The tragic flaw of the DC heroes is that honestly, they are pretty god-damn similar in terms of philosophy. Hal is also a daredevil, of course. He risks his life working as a test pilot before he gets powers. He’s a little more hot headed, a little more devil-may-care, a little more reckless than Superman. I went with a big, doughy design for Clark to emphasize his earnest nature, so for the somewhat cooler Hal, I thought a Clint Eastwood type would fit better, with a long, lean face. I also gave him big ears, because I’m allergic to making any of these guys toooo handsome. 

As for body type, I figure Hal doesn’t need to be that athletic looking. He’s a pilot, not an athlete, and while I wanted to make him fit and heroic looking, his powers come from a ring, not from his physique. I mean, honestly, he still kind of has a superhero bod, he’s just dwarfed by Wonder Woman and Superman (and now Power Girl), and I think that’s cool. Here’s to diverse body types. Yahoo!

I wanted to do something a little more with this guy than just having him standing there in his super-suit, so I had him transforming out of his flight suit. Kinda cool, right? I guess? I don’t know.

ZATANNA

Confession, I don’t actually know that much about Zatanna, but she’s got a cool design and I did a few storyboards with her for a thing over here at WB some time back and it made me really want to do some actual art of her. Somewhere along the line I stopped thinking that the old-timey magician costume was corny and now I’m kind of in love with it.

I pushed her a little curvier than the other characters (only a little, I’ll find someone I can push a bit further in that direction in the future, I swear!). I also made her a bit shorter, because that’s fun too. I went a little crazy with the eye and lip makeup, but I figure she’s more of a showperson than the other ladies so it makes sense that she’d be wearing stage-makeup. 

I will admit, designing the lady characters is giving me waaaaay more anxiety than the guy characters. I’m trying, with everyone, to be true to the original designs of the characters, within reason. That being said, I’m also trying to portray the super-gals in a somewhat less overtly sexualized way than usual. Those two concepts are sort of at odds with each other because… well you’ll notice, for instance, that none of the ladies are exactly wearing pants. These characters were all designed for sex appeal first and foremost, unfortunately, and there is an argument that could be made that all superheroes represent some kind of sexual ideal, so that is sort of a part of who these characters are, so being true to the characters also means being true to THAT, but at the same time, the representation of women in superhero comics is consistently appalling, so I want to push back against that kind of sexualization as much as possible. Add in attempting to create a distinct, unique body type for each individual lady… Anyway, I just hope you know that I’m giving this a lot of thought. 

My sort of shakey philosophy on this at the moment is that I want to portray a bunch of women who are heroes first and foremost. Their strength and personalities and heroism are their defining features, and that should be what makes them cool, and appealing, and inspiring. They have sex appeal, that is unavoidable, but that sex appeal is a result of their confidence in themselves and their bodies, not because they have perfect supermodel waists or cartoonishly giant boobs growing out of their collarbones (not how boobs work). And yes, none of them wear pants (jesus christ, DC character designers) and some of their costumes have ridiculous boob-windows (jesus christ, Power Girl!) but it should seem like they dress the way they do because they like those costumes, not to pander to a bunch of slobbering dudes.

Anyway, that’s what I’m trying to do. That is what I am trying to portray. Like I said, it’s kind of stressing me out more than the guys. The current spectrum of body-types on display is a little narrow ATM, but the plan is to keep pushing those boundaries and down-playing those pesky boob-windows. Speaking of which:

POWER GIRL

Ah, Superman’s alternate universe cousin. This is another character who I just really wanted to draw, because I had a specific image in my head of how it would go.

People usually draw Power Girl as a pretty muscular lady, so honestly this isn’t that new. I mostly just wanted to downplay her more sexual traits for her more “I am Kara Zor-El of Krypton and I could break you in half with my pointer and thumb” qualities. Obviously, the first thing I wanted to do was tone down was that pesky and infamous boob window. Where super-men are defined by they chest emblems, super-ladies are defined more by their lack of emblem, apparently. Along with a lack of any fabric where that emblem might be…. huh… Anyway, toning that down was pretty easy the second I lowered to boobs to a more realistic position on her body. Now it’s more of an upper-chest/collarbone window. Much classier. Power girl is also alway portrayed as pretty… uh… busty, so I thought, “Hey, if the rest of the torso fits!” So I made her a little more solidly built to compensate. Like her cousin, Superman, brute physical strength is Kara’s defining power, and I think that would effect her personality. I deliberately gave her a more masculine stance and pose to really just drive the message home. 


ANYWAY, I hope you guys are enjoying these so far. I’ve got a lot more planned. Batman and Robin are coming soon (not necessarily next) and I also want to do Flash, Aquaman, The Martian Manhunter, the Teen Titans… the list goes on and on. Stay tuned!

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May 6, 1992

Byun Baekhyun
This beautiful angel shines through the darkness with his cheesy smile and adorable laugh. He makes his members laugh and makes the group joyful with his stupid jokes and hilarious personality. He is known for his beautiful feminine hands that girls fall for and his cute little button nose. He’s fought through obstacles and landed in a spot that he’s been dreaming for, for years. I’m proud of my little Baekhyun and hope he achieves more in life. I’m happy he’s part of EXO and his love for his members. Without this little sunshine in our lives it would be pretty lonely. I hope my baby angel has a wonderful birthday and my wish for him is to grow more and more. ❣❣❣❣

anonymous asked:

Hi! Can i ask you a suga scenario when he think you like v and get jealous :3 (you think of v like a good friend ) ?

Yay here it is anon ~ Finally got around to finishing this scenario ~ Apologies in advance for any grammatical errors, I’m horribly sick bleh >< I hope you all like this!

Mr. Jelly Belly

The bus seats creak as you sighed thankfully into the cheap cushion, you back easing into it’s crumpled contours.

Spreading out the campus map, you circled the stop where your dorm was suppose to be before slouching back onto the seat.

The first day of orientation didn’t go as well as you would like, perhaps you shouldn’t have allowed expectations to rule over the reality of things.

You couldn’t help it though, it was after all a dream of yours; to get into the best arts university in your country.

The slow rocking of the bus lures you into a drowsy blur, the disappointment of today gradually fading into the back of your mind.

The lulling of your head found its resting place after a few unsuccessful tries and you felt yourself falling towards your left, landing on a vague softness.

You could have sworn you chose a right window seat but the sleep monster’s already got to you and you fell into a nice slumber, the initial worry fading slowly to black.

A slight jerk wakes you from your land of swimming unconsciousness and a quick look around tells you that you’ve arrived at your stop.

Jumping up from your seat you realized that you were sleeping against a stranger’s shoulder.

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anonymous asked:

Any designs errors present in Sonic chronicles ?

Amy apparently nicked a pair of Sonic’s gloves and isn’t wearing her gold bangles;

The heart decals on Rouge’s boots are positioned incorrectly. They should be on the toe of her boots;

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The rectangular accents on the back of Sonic’s shoes are red. They should be grey;

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Eggman is lacking the bar/box details on the back of his outfit;

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Tails’ nose is very off in this piece of official art. He has a longish Hedgehog-like nose rather than his cute little button-like one;

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…And I can’t get a grab of it at the moment but in a few ‘cutscenes’, Tails’ ears look like they’re stuck to the front of his head when he’s viewed from behind.

Save Me - Part 2 - Chapter 14

In all honesty, I could have just fallen asleep right there, tucked under Jared’s warm body. I was literally the most exhausted I think I have ever felt. I really didn’t want to move at all. At the moment, I didn’t care that I had sticky cum all over my thighs and down my legs practically gluing them together. I also didn’t care that I was above the blankets instead of under them and would end up freezing at some point during the night.

I just wanted to stay right here and sleep.

So, when Jared began to move, unwinding his body from mine, I was not exactly a happy camper. In fact, it was making me feel rather whiny and irritated.

“Can’t we just stay like this, I’m so comfortable and so tired. I don’t want to move..” I mumbled, my voice sounding very whiny, hoping he’d agree and lay back down.

“No, we can’t. I need to get you cleaned up. Don’t move, I’m going to get a washcloth.” Jared said as he stood up.

“Yes, Sir.” I mumbled again, my eyes closed, this is the easiest command to follow, ever.

Even though I felt a chill as his body was peeled away from mine, I didn’t even flinch. It almost felt like I was paralyzed. Before walking away, Jared brushed the hair that was across my face then bent down to kiss my forehead.

“You look so adorable when you’re sleepy.” Jared murmured against my skin.

His hand caressed my shoulder then trailed down my back as a smile creeped across my lips. That was about all I could muster, I didn’t have the energy to open my eyes. Such a sweet remark and his gentle touch, made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

While Jared was in the bathroom, I began to gather my senses. Thinking about it, that’s probably what he intended as he gently tickled his hands across my shoulders and down my back. He was being sweet about it but he was going to want me to wake up. Coming to the realization I would inevitably have to move, by the time he walked back to the bed, I was far less whiny and drowsy than I was before.

“Let me clean you up.” Jared said as he tucked a dry towel under me.

Kneeling on the bed next to me, he helped me roll from my tummy onto my back. Opening my legs, Jared carefully wiped my core and my thighs clean which was a job it seems he took seriously. I watched him work, his face full of concentration and it made me smile how careful he was.

After the warm washcloth, he followed up with a dry towel. Pulling the dirty towels from under me, Jared tossed them onto the floor then pulled the blankets back for me to crawl beneath them.

“I think I need to go to the bathroom.” I said, I’m up now, might as well go now instead of later.

“Okay baby, come here.” He said, holding his hand for me.

As I rolled into a seated position, I was immediately brought to all my senses. In that moment, I realized how sore I really was, not just between my legs but my whole body. Sex with Jared is definitely a full body workout experience and those weeks we’ve been apart, did not do me any favors. I was trying to play it off and not look too obviously in pain but I was subconsciously biting my lip and that gave it away.

“Baby girl, are you sore…” He teased.

“Ya know what, you are not funny.” I said shaking my head and rolling my eyes at him as I walked into the bathroom.

I’ve just come to the conclusion that it’s simply impossible to prepare yourself to feel completely loose and relaxed only to immediately have every muscle in your body tense up. Trying to control your orgasms is a serious workout, both mental and physical and apparently, I was out of shape.

Jared was already in bed but still on his phone by the time I got out of the bathroom. He had pulled my blankets back for me so I could just slip right between the sheets and I was so ready to sleep. By this time, I figured I have been awake for nearly twenty four hours. It’s been awhile since that’s happened!

“Everything ok, baby?” Jared asked without raising his eyes from his phone.

“Yep, I’m fine. Exhausted but fine.” I said as I pulled the blankets over my body.

Rolling on my side to face him, I smiled. He was just so cute with his little button nose and big blue eyes. If is wasn’t for his bearded cheeks, you would think he was a little boy. Looking at him like this, so relaxed and comfortable, you could almost forget how Dominant he really is.

Well, I suppose it’s a big ‘almost’.

“It’s not polite to stare.” He softly laughed as he took his hand to cover my eyes.

I giggled, pushing his hand away from my eyes, “But you look so cute and innocent. I wanna take a picture.” I said, tickling his side causing him to jump.

“Is that so… cute and innocent, huh. That’s a first.” He said, placing his phone on the table next to the bed and turning off the light.

“Ha! No doubt!” I laughed as he changed his mind and grabbed his phone. again then rolled on his side to face me.

Rolling on his side to face me, he turned the camera on then he held it up. “Come on…you want a picture, you’re going to be in it too!” He laughed, slipping his arm under my pillow to pull me into his embrace then dropping his head onto my pillow.

I immediately covered my face. I wanted a picture of him, yes. A picture of me? Absolutely not. My face was bare and still red from our earlier romp, my hair was stringy and still a little wet. Definitely not ideal for taking cute selfies.

“No, Jared, I look like hell!” I said as he tried to pry my hand from my face.

“You look beautiful. Stop.” He said, his hand still firmly pulling my wrist.

“If I don’t like them will you promise me you’ll delete them?” I asked peaking between my fingers.

I know enough to know that if he wants us to take pictures, that’s exactly what will happen whether I like it or not. If that’s the case, then I at least want to try to negotiate beforehand, just in case they’re really bad. I suppose I have a fifty/fifty chance this is something he’ll even remotely consider.

After a minute or two, he responded, “Yes. But, we look at them together and I have final say.”

“Okay, good.” I said smiling as I moved my hand from my face.

As soon as my hand was out of the way, he started taking pictures. Suddenly, mid-picture it dawned on me what he actually said. The look on my face as I realized what he actually said was probably priceless. I’m going to blame the exhaustion for being stupid and not catching on right away.

“Hey…wait a minute. Yes you’ll delete them if I don’t like them but you have final say?! That’s not fair, you meanie!” I angrily said as I sat up and punched his arm. “Tryin’ to trick me, huh? Aren’t you slick.”

He laughed hard. Like full on belly laugh that he got one over on me. I sat there with my arms crossed , rolling my eyes as he was wiping tears from his eyes.

“I was wondering if you were gonna pick up on that!” He said, still laughing.

“I’m an idiot.” I stated in a huff.

“Come here…you aren’t an idiot. You’re just tired and I took advantage of that.” He said, still trying to control his laughter as he pulled me down and into his embrace.

“Whatever Leto.” I said, really not angry but still not thinking it was THAT funny.

“Okay, one more then we’ll look at them.” He said as he lifted his arm up to take another shot.

“Fine.” I said.

Jared and I both looked up but just as he was about to snap the picture, I turned my face towards his. Quickly turning his own, he kissed my nose. It tickled more than it should because of his beard and I ended up busting out laughing.

After the laughter died down, I wanted to see how bad those pictures ended up turning out. He was seriously snapping away so I know he had to have taken a lot of them.

“Okay, lemme see, please.” I anxiously said laying my head on Jared’s shoulder.

Flipping through the pictures, one by one, Jared changed the filters and that made a world of difference. There were a few that I looked down right scary, my god. But, out of the twelve or thirteen pictures he ended up taking, there were only five that needed to be deleted because they were blurry or I looked like a beast. The rest were actually pretty cute.

Looking a little more closely at the very last picture, the one where he was kissing my nose, was by far the most adorable one of them all.

“Awww, I love this one.” I said smiling, my hand covering his as he held his phone in his hand.

“I love that one too, baby girl.”

The Five Times I Knew That Matthew Casey Would Be a Perfect Dad

The Five Times I Knew That Matthew Casey Would Be a Perfect Dad

Hey guys! How ya holding up after that episode? I figured emotions would be running high after tonight’s Chicago Fire season finale, so why not add a little something to the mix? There’s no new promo to post, but I still wanted to treat you guys, so I figured I’d try something new with this. The focus on this will be on one particular character. Yup, this is the post that I’ve been waiting three seasons to write and I’ve finally decided to give it a go.

Lieutenant Matthew Casey is many things. He’s strong. Confident. Bold. Generous. Compassionate. A leader. He’d also be a pretty outstanding father. Hear me out. I will admit, I am quite biased on this one, my Daddy Casey feels have been off the charts since the pilot, but I’ll get to that soon. Promise.

Follow me on this little journey as I describe the five (but actually SO many more than five I apologize) times that proved for me that Daddy Casey would be so beyond incredible. Are you ready? Here we go. Oh yeah, one more thing. Check out the Daddy Casey inspired playlist I made for you guys. As always, happy listening! ;)

Now let’s get started.

5. The Very Beginning

The pilot. I watched as the brightness in his big blue eyes as he greeted Hallie soon dulled, the childlike giddiness no longer found there as his mouth opened ever so slightly. Perhaps it was in the very small shift of his weight as his body leaned from the heaviness of the conversation, the familiar words weighing him down. Maybe it was how his lips set in contemplation before the words tumbled out of his mouth. He would marry her tomorrow if he knew they wanted the same things. The slight tremble in his voice for a mere half second, when she said she couldn’t start a family, gave him away. The bow of his head, the sadness, regret, and exhaustion written all over his face when he finally picked it back up. It was then, as I watched him let the girl he was supposed to marry, who he supposedly loved, walk right out his front door without even a word that I knew. When he quickly swallowed back his emotion as the door clicked in place I knew.

4. Adventures in Uncle Casey

I watched as the calm, cool, and collected Matthew Casey came apart at the seams when he realized his niece was in trouble. How a man who usually drips of confidence turned into the awkward uncle who was desperately trying to be ‘hip.’ I watched as he consciously tried to reign himself in, not wanting to be too overprotective, but still reminding her that he would always be there for her. It was in the way he leaned up against the ambo, head slightly tilted and signature Matthew Casey smile plastered on his face as he asked her what she was watching on her phone. It was in the way you could actually see that he was interested in her reply. I saw it in the way his body tensed when he heard the sadness in her voice and how he moved to sit next to her, pulling her into his side. How his thumb gently traced the outline of her shoulder, a means of soothing her, as he whispered reassurances that it wasn’t her fault, that he would fix it, that he would make it right. When he went to her house later that night and he went to tuck her in, it was in the way I could see perfectly a future moment when he would be tucking in his own little girl. It was in the way he kissed her goodnight and shut the light and l knew I wasn’t alone in my vision.

3. Little Baby Grace

Maybe it was in the way he slightly jogged behind Dawson after she said she found a baby in the freezing cold, or how he watched adoringly as Mills checked her out and made sure she was okay. Maybe it was in the way he went to update Dawson on the status of DCFS and his initial thought was to check on Grace and see how she was. Maybe it was in the way his eyes would steal quick glances at the little baby girl in Dawson’s arms as he continued to bring her up to speed. The lingering eyes had me sold, but it wasn’t until he stood there, eyes observing the little girl, soaking her in, and his smirk made its way to his face that I knew. His eyes had a different light to them. They shone just a little bit brighter. They always do when he’s in the presence of little ones, and believe me, I’ve noticed. It was in the small giggle that escaped his lips when Dawson placed Grace in his arms, how he instinctively shifted to make sure he was holding her the proper way, and how he couldn’t help but smile down at her every single time she made a noise. It was in the way that his face said everything he didn’t, how I could see from his expression that he saw his future in her tiny button nose and her cute little hands. I knew.

2. The Darden Boys

It was in his selflessness. In the way he agreed to be the guardian of two young boys who needed him, never turning his back on them for a single second, even when he wasn’t sure how to make it work. The subtle gestures screamed the loudest. Like how he gently lifted Ben off the floor after he had dropped a beer bottle in the kitchen, moving the boy so that he wouldn’t step on the broken glass and hurt himself. It was in the way he noticed that Griffin had barely eaten his dinner, and the concern that laced his words was not lost on me. Perhaps it was the way he dropped to his knees whenever he was talking to Ben so that he could look into his eyes, or how he told them that they couldn’t go home because their mother was in jail, but never let them think for a second that they couldn’t handle it. He made them strong. When he sat, sandwiched between the two boys on the bed that same night, it was in the naturalness of it, how the scene looked the way home feels. It was in the way he would rub small circles on Ben’s back as he cried, pulling him into his side, and gently placing a small kiss to the top of his head. It was how even when he was busy comforting Ben, he was reaching out to Griffin as well, both literally and metaphorically. It was in the way he turned his body towards the older brother of the little boy whimpering in his lap, letting him know that he wasn’t alone. The way his hand extended to rub those very same circles on Griffin, the gentle reassuring pats, that’s when I knew. But really, it was in the way he would rest his chin on the top of their heads while he was comforting them. How he noticed that Ben was outgrowing his shoes and how he tucked in his shirt to make sure he looked presentable for his mom. How he told Griffin to be careful on the monkey bars. It was in the way they would play board games, boyish giggles escaping their lips and a giddiness in all three of them. It was in living room football games and laughter and family fun. It was in the sound of his voice when he told Griffin to keep being brave and reassured both boys that he wasn’t going anywhere. It was in the reprimanding and the scolding. How he sat with one boy on each side of him and ate ice cream like they were their own little family. In so many ways they were. Then, of course, there were the big moments. The moments that I really knew. Like how he didn’t miss a beat when Griffin asked him to stay with him until he fell asleep. How his eyes smiled way before his lips as he tucked the boy in and grabbed his hand, not bothering to let go. Like how there was pride written all over his face when Griffin asked him if he could come back to the firehouse, like he had finally done something right. In the moment when he took Griffin to the see his father’s badge and told him that it was okay to cry there because he had, holding him as he cried, his head resting lightly on top of the boy’s and inhaling slowly I knew. It was in the .5 seconds it took for Casey to respond ‘yeah’ to the question if he was a father. It was in the badges, both Andy’s and his own, that he placed in Griffin’s hand, and in the proud grin that danced across his face as the boy jumped into his arms. It was in the slight pause he took before fully embracing the boy and bringing his lips down to place a small kiss on his head like he had done countless times before. It was in that habit. It was in the hesitance of accepting Ben’s G.I Joe, and the thick emotion that echoed through his words when he said he would never forget them. Not a chance. It was how he gently pulled both boys into his arms, his hands automatically going to rub their backs like he had become accustomed to. It was in that habit. As he placed one last kiss on Griffin’s head, it was in the way he lifted his own head, looking far away into the distance, a mixture of sadness and happiness and pride and adoration all rolled into one expression that I knew.

1. Extra Special Delivery 

It wasn’t quite in the fearlessness that he exhibited as he tirelessly worked to get the victim out of the car. Nor was it in his eyes, wide with fear, that darted towards the woman as soon as the husband informed him that she was having a baby. It wasn’t how he backed away in shock for only a beat before calling out orders to his men, or the way his voice hitched when he called through the radio for Shay and Dawson, nervously gasping for breath as he told them the circumstances. It wasn’t in the astonishment in his voice that I heard come through the radio when he said he could see the top of the baby’s head, how his voice sounded like fear and bliss and genuine awe all rolled into one. And it wasn’t in the way he eagerly rid himself of his helmet and turnout gear, his body taking control, as if on instinct, and leading the way. It wasn’t in the way he coached the woman as she pushed, encouraging her, nor the actual delivery of the baby or the way his voice sounded, frantic and panicked, when he told Dawson on the radio that the baby wasn’t breathing. No, it wasn’t in any of that. It was in the way he breathed his own life into the little boy, swaddling him in his turnout gear and passing him on to his mother. It was in the way he sat back, stunned and overwhelmed, and how I have yet to see his eyes shine quite that bright. It was in his expression as the camera zoomed in on him, eyes looking on in disbelief, mouth slightly open in a smile, that I knew. As he started to laugh, a real, genuine laugh and I swore I could see those beautiful blue eyes getting misty that I knew. It was in the way he animatedly relayed the story back to Hallie, his eyes now shining with something else: optimism and hope. I knew. It was in the slight hitch of his voice when he said the little guy was alive, his hands coming to his head. I knew. It was in the small tears that formed in the corner of his eyes as he said that he was a part of that, and the excitement in his body language as he told Hallie he wanted them to have a baby. Soon. Now. The silent pleas. I knew. It was in his arched brows and the pain in his face when she responded by saying she didn’t want kids, as if her words had stung him. It was in the way his body slumped against his table, his head bowed and his breathing steady, as he took in the severity of her words. It was then that I knew. Oh god, I knew.

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