i can not handle your adorable face

[GOT7 Reacts] to their s/o being flirty while doing dishes

request by junghoseokswifey Hey I was wondering if you could do a got7 reaction to their s/o coming up behind them and kissing/sucking on their neck while they wash the dishes.. :-) 

a/n Thanks for the request AND MY REQUESTS ARE STILL OPEN love love love all of you :) ~JJ

Mark: He would smile as you started softly kissing his neck. But he would continue washing the dishes. But as soon as you start to suck at his skin he would put down the dishes and turn around pressing you into a deep kiss quickly saying “I guess I can do these later” You could suddenly feel him smiling against your lips “Because there’s someone I need to do right now.” He would say leading you back to your bedroom while you continued to makeout.

Jaebum: You only get one kiss on his neck before he gives up doing the dishes and turns around to kiss you back. It becomes and full on make out session as he spins you pressing your back into the counter top. Suddenly you feel him lift you up onto the counter’s surface now he is standing between your legs. He looks back at you with his sexy stare and says “You know the dishes don’t have to be the only dirty thing in the kitchen.” As he grabs your thighs and pulls you closer to him for another kiss.

Jinyoung:  He would be shocked by your sudden affection but nonetheless very pleased. He would let you continue kissing his neck and jawline as he washed the dishes. You try to give him a few love bites since he stays solid in his dishwashing. Suddenly he breaks into a smile and says “You’re so cute when you do things like this.” He would turn his face towards yours to kiss you. You continue for another minute but not once does he stop cleaning. He suddenly says (while still looking at the sink). “As soon as I’m done these. It’s my turn.” 

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  1. “You’re really soft.”
  2. "You smell nice.”
  3. “You’re cute when you’re worried”
  4. “I think i’m in love with you, and that terrifies me.”
  5. “I would’ve had breakfast ready, but you were sleeping on my arm, and I didn’t want to wake you.”
  6. "I’m here for my daily fix of hugs and kisses.”
  7. "Is it possible to love too much?”
  8. “You’re the perfect height for me to rest my chin on your head.”
  9. "I don’t wanna get up– you’re comfy.”
  10. “I’m so in love with her/him, I don’t know what do do.”
  11. "I will always be there protect you.”
  12. "I’m cold. Come closer.”
  13. “You have something in your hair, umm… Do you want me to get it out?”
  14. "I love you a lot, but please stop trying to cook me dinner, you suck.”
  15. "I’ve never seen such gorgeous eyes before.”
  16. "I can’t stop thinking about you.”
  17. “You’re really hot, shame about the personality”
  18. "All I want is you.”
  19. “This movie is really scary, but you’re into it so I’m trying not to cover my face the whole time, but- WHAT IS THAT?”
  20. “You came to my room at 4am, to cuddle?”
  21. "I could never leave you, I love you too much!”
  22. "A fairytale with a happy ending always brings a smile to my face.”
  23. "I don’t think anyone could ever be as lovely as you.”
  24. “You look really cute in that sweater.”
  25. "You look incredible in that.”
  26. “Is that my shirt?”
  27. “You’re so clingy, i love it.”
  28. “No, like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”
  29. “Do you ever shut the fuck up?”
  30. "He/She’s quite stunning, isn’t he/she?”
  31. “Are you sugar personified or something?”
  32. “I look forward to holding you close in bed soon.”
  33. "Sometimes I just can’t control myself when around you.”
  34. "Do you believe in love at first sight?”
  35. "I think I’m in love.”
  36. "I’d like it if you stayed.”
  37. “You made these cupcakes for me?”
  38. “Have you lost your mind?”
  39. “You’re so fucking adorable.”
  40. “You’re my best friend’s sister, we can’t do this..”
  41. "People are jerks, but not you.”
  42. “All these new feelings are scaring me.”
  43. "I’ll share the blankets with you.”
  44. “I know I’ve kissed you like, ten times, but just like another ten, please.”
  45. "I have never felt this way about anyone.”
  46. “How do you always manage to look so captivating?”
  47. "I want this to never end…”
  48. “I’m a big girl, i can handle it myself.”
  49. “I can’t believe I got the first date, let alone a year.”
  50. “Can I kiss you?”
  51. “Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”
  52. “So, are you guys dating or?”
  53. “There’s no way in hell i could fall in love with someone like you”
  54. "I waxed the floors, grab your fluffy socks.”
  55. “Could you hold my hand?”
  56. “Have you seen my jacket?”
  57. “Who changed the thermostat settings? I’m freezing to death.”
  58. “Can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”
  59. “You can put your cold feet on me.”
  60. “You make me so happy.”
  61. “I can’t get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you’re having breakfast with me in my sweater.”
  62. “Your stray red item turned my whites pink.”
  63. “A thunderstorm is rolling through town and you’re scared of lightening/thunder so I’ll protect you.”
  64. “Did they hurt you?”
  65. “You’re hiding under the blanket because you’re blushing?
  66. “Your lips are really warm.”
  67. “I just came home to you crying while watching a movie, please tell me what’s going on.”
  68. “That pet name was so gushy, but it was also so cute.”
  69. “I really love holding you, darling.”
  70. “You found me crying on the kitchen floor in the middle of the night surrounded by a shattered jelly jar.”
  71. “My parents are coming over in 10 minutes so please put some clothes on”
  72. “You look so comfy, and cuddle-able.”
  73. “We’re repainting the apartment and going to the hardware store together to pick out color swatches.”
  75. “I want you to fight for me!”
  76. “Please don’t go.”
  77. “You can call me whenever you want… Even if you don’t have a reason to.”
  78. “It’s nice that your voice was the first thing I heard today.”
  79. “Quit smiling at me, I can’t stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that.”

I decided to make a prompt list cause I’ve always been anxious about getting a prompt I don’t know what to do with so I chose to grab them from other lists that I was comfortable with (originals: x  x  x )

~ Clara

Badass // Bill Denbrough

Word Count: 1319

Summary- After a long day of stress, Henry Bowers gets on your last nerve, and you surprise everyone with your method of handling him.

Warnings; N/A

A/n; Slowly but surely getting my requests done, I promise! Also I really need to stop writing Bill imagines and do others but like I’m trying to do my requests in order so.

Requested; Yes!

req; Hi! Can you do an imagine where the reader is sick of Bill being bullied by Henry for his stutter so when he’s bullying him she goes up to him and just flat out slaps him across the face and everyone in Bowers gang and the losers club just freezes like “holy shit she just did that” thank you! 😋


It had been a long day. You’d failed your math test because you supposedly cheated off of one of the dumbest kids in the class (you didn’t by the way, they cheated off of you), Greta and her friends had called you names until tears sprung to your eyes, and to top it off, Bill was running late, and all you wanted to do was go home, unnoticed and quietly.

You should’ve known it wasn’t gonna happen.

After waiting for a solid 10 minutes for Bill by your locker, with no indication of him coming, you decided to look around and see if he’d messed up your meeting spot. You’d gone to his locker, only to find nothing. With a sigh, you left the school. When you exited the building, you saw your boyfriend standing face to face with the Bowers gang, the rest your friends behind him. “Oh, come on..” You muttered. As if things couldn’t get worse.

You spoke too soon.

As you walked up to them, you saw Vic look at you, and whisper something to Henry, making him turn your way. Henry turned, winking at you flirtatiously, and turned his attention back to the rest of the losers club. You rolled your eyes, holding back your gagging, and moving to stand with the rest of your friends, just beside Bill, crossing your arms in front of your chest, while Henry began to torment your boyfriend once again.

“W-w-what d-did y-you s-say t-t-there, b-b-Billie?” Henry tormented, cackling with his ‘friends’. You referred to them more so as his goons, but to all their own. Bill looked about ready to attack Bowers, so you gently grabbed his arm, gaining his attention. You shook your head no, indicating to him Henry wasn’t worth his time. Bill sighed, but followed your instructions and backed off. If it were anyone else, he would’ve fought Bowers (and likely lost), but you had an effect on him that calmed him even with the smallest of touches.

“Aww, does poor little Billie need his wittle girlfriend to come help him?” Henry laughed, and you clenched your fists, slowly turning around menacingly. You were fuming, and you were sure it was obvious from your expression. “Oh no, the wittle girl looks angry! I-I’m s-s-so s-s-scared!” He continued, earning a high five from the rest of his gang of idiots. You wouldn’t have it though, so you took it upon yourself to deal with it, the first way that came to your head. You walked straight up to Bowers, and without missing a beat, you straight up slapped him across the face.

Everyone fell silent, jaws dropping. “Did she..” Eddie whispered, and no one answered. You were in shock yourself, but you held your ground and a confident smirk. Inside, you were terrified.Henry could probably snap your arm in half with his bare hands, but by the looks of it, you hit a pretty good hit on him. “HOLY SHIT! Y/N L/N IS A BADASS!” Richie exclaimed, excitedly. The others laughed, and the Bowers gang just stood there, trying to hold their laughter while they waited for Henry’s command. A bunch of idiots is what they were, and without their leader, they were nothing.

“There’s more where that came from if you wanna keep teasing my boyfriend, Bowers.” You warned, earning a chorus of “oohs” among the losers. Henry glared st you, stepping forward. You had to look up to see him, and you weren’t going to lie, it was intimidating. He gestured for his friends to grab yours, each of them grabbing two, Belch easily grabbing Bill and Ben, Vic grabbing Beverly and Eddie, and Patrick grabbing Stan and Richie. All the losers began to fight against their restraints, but gave up when they realized there was no use. Besides Bill and Beverly, they ignored that fact and kept kicking and fighting.

While this was happening, Henry had grabbed you by the collar of your shirt, and slammed you back against the lockers. Your head smacked against the door, making you dizzy. Henry smirked, pulling something out of his pocket that made your breath hitch. His knife. The knife he used to cut into Ben’s flesh without hesitation; you feared you were next.

Henry, with a wild look in his eyes, lowered the knife to your skin, cutting deeply, making you scream. All the losers snapped their head in your direction. “Y/N!” They all called, worry evident in their voices. You bit your tongue. You had to hold your ground against Henry, and show him you weren’t afraid. Even if you were. “Is that all you got, Bowers?” You said through gritted teeth, masking your pain with anger.

Henry and his friends snickered. “I’ve barely got started, doll face.” Henry cackled, beginning to carve deeper into your arm. You blocked out your friends’ screams and protests, but as your

vision began to blur, you saw Vic look at Belch nervously, and him return the concerned glance. You began to see black spots, and you felt lightheaded.

You could faintly hear someone call out “Henry Bowers! What on .. do you .. doing?!” It was hard, but you managed to make out those few words. You felt Henry drop you, making you immediately to the floor, unable to hold yourself up. You began coughing, and blinking repeatedly, trying to stay conscious. The weight of Henry off of you was a blessing, and your vision slowly began to clear. Your arm was still bleeding, quite a lot, but the pain was maintainable, for now. You looked up to see your savior was none other than the teacher who’d failed you on your test.

“Henry Bowers, what is the meaning of this?” The teacher scolded, astounded. “I’ve heard rumours, but NEVER, should you be allowed weapons on school property-” Henry only rolled his eyes, clearly not listening. “I’m calling your father.” The teacher said, proudly. This caught Henry’s attention, and for once, he looked scared. “Oh, and Miss L/N, I’ll see you tomorrow for retaking that test.” He said, winking at you, and walked away.

“B-b-but” Henry stuttered, and you smirked. “Whose stuttering now, asshole?” You asked, boldly. Henry didn’t reply, only followed the teacher who walked away, begging him not to call his dad. You stood proudly in your place before looking at the other members of the Bowers gang. “Can we help you?” They all looked at each other and took off, running carelessly in the direction Henry had gone.

“Holy shit!” “I still can’t believe she did that!” “Just.. holy shit!” “Shut up, Richie!” “You shut up, Ed-” Your friends bantered as you walked out of the school, smirking proudly. “Be quiet!” You said seriously, scaring the losers. You laughed at their expressions, making them laugh nervously. “Oh come on guys, this doesn’t change anything. You’re acting like you don’t even know who I am anymore.” You rolled your eyes, playfully.

“We know who you are, we’re just surprised!” Eddie said, in wonder. “Why? You’ve seen how I act with Richie.” You shrugged, and they all agreed. (Let’s just say, Richie wasn’t the only trashmouth annoying one in the group.) Bill walked over to you, a frown on his face. “You could’ve got yourself hurt because of me.” He whispered, so only you could hear. “i can handle myself, Bill, you know that.” You told him, smiling reassuringly.

“I-I-I guess..” Bill said, unsure. He worried about you far too much, and it was unnecessary, but you still thought it was adorable that he cared so much about you. “And now everyone will know how badass your girlfriend is.” Richie said, clapping both you and Bill on the back. “Huh. I g-g-guess y-y-you’re right f-for once R-R-Richie.” Bill said, throwing an arm around your shoulder and smiling proudly. “Yes!” Richie exclaimed, making you all laugh. “Wait, Bill! You asshole!”

Dream Lover

Request: “Morning can I please request a reader and newt smut. Where they are best friends and somehow they have to cuddle to keep warm (spells aren’t working for some reason or another). And throughout the night newt must be having a really good dream cause he keeps grinding up against her. Possibly morning wood comes into play? Work your magic oh great one! Love your work!”

Pairing: Newt Scamander x Reader

Word Count: 1288

Warning: Smut

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Another day documenting creatures was over, meaning another night spent in a stingy wizard hostel ensued. You pulled your collar up to your chin, the chill settling into your bones as you trudged your belongings towards the only available room left. You turned back to Newt, shooting him a sceptical look as you reached the designated door. You opened it up to see a tiny room, with only one single bed. You let out an agitated sigh; another night fighting for the blanket. You had no problem with sleeping next to the wizard, but the problem was that in his sleep he was very restless, always pulling the blanket off you. And since the owners had said there was a frost troll staying in their basement which they wanted to accommodate well (since they were afraid it would eat them if they didn’t meet its requests), you knew the permanent freezing temperature would only get worse if you had no blanket.

Newt looked at you sympathetically, sitting beside you on the bed. He reached out to push your sleeve up, checking the nasty scratch you had gotten from the newly hatched Swedish Short-Snout Dragon you had rescued today.

“I told you Scandinavian beasts aren’t a lot of fun to deal with.” He reminded quietly. You shot him a look, pulling down your sleeve.

“Stop babying me. I can handle it.” You grumbled, pulling your shoes off and throwing them onto the little floor space that was available.

“I know, I’m just…” His eyes held yours for a couple seconds, his gaze flicking from them to your lips. “I get worried about you.” He completed with a shrug.

You smiled sweetly, pinching his cheeks as he let out a soft giggle. “Such a sweetheart, always looking after me.” You teased. You couldn’t help but marvel at the way his pale face grew so adorably pink in the cold, his freckles poking out on his nose and cheeks, and the top of his lip-. You shook your head a bit, trying to rid your mind of this type of thoughts, the type that people shouldn’t have about their best friends.

You huddled under the covers, and Newt soon followed, trying to be as far apart from you as possible. But on a bed as small as this, and with the blanket so thin, you wordlessly snuggled your back against him. He let out a surprised gasp, but as you looked back at him with an expectant glare he smiled, pushing closer to you.

“For warmth.” You uttered quickly.

“Yes, for warmth.” He repeated, his hand awkwardly resting on your hip.

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This isn't happening

(Part 9 of Insomnia)

Black Hat leans back in his seat and takes a deep breath.

How? How could this happen? He was BLACK HAT. He could destroy all of humanity in an instant, but has now fallen for a part of it himself.

He was disgusted. Disgusted in both Flug and himself.

Why would he fall for a human. Humans are pathetic and worthless and emotional. What could he possibly find appealing in one? And of all the humans why Flug? He was just so cowardly and nervous and… and… cute.

Dear hats he hates cute things. Kittens, puppies… bleh. He hated all of it. But Flug… he was different. He had more to him than just cute. He was smart. No, he was brilliant. The way he moved and the way he worked was absolutely mesmerizing. And that made the fact that he was cute… tolerable. And even desirable.

Wait, what is he thinking?! Why is he thinking about this nonsense! This is not happening. He does not have feelings for that clumsy piece of flesh. That is absolutely revolting!

Black Hat stands and paces the floor. He mutters profanities under his breath before walking to his desk and slamming his fist forcefully onto the wood. He hears the desk crack and looks down at the damage.

He just cracked his own desk. Why did he just crack his own desk?

He stands there looking at it for a moment thinking to himself.

With a loud sigh he snaps his fingers and the desk is fixed. He decides to go outside for some fresh air, hoping that maybe it will help clear his mind.

He walks down the hallways and looks at the paintings and photos along the walls. Most of them are of himself, a few include others. Not many, though.

He reaches the front door and steps out, breathing in deeply and letting out a sigh. He closes the door and stands there, watching the town as people minded their own business.

Leaning against the door he shuts his eye for a moment. God his head hurt, when did this headache start?

Furrowing his eyebrows together he tried to focus on nothing. He wanted to clear his mind.

But he couldn’t. All he could think about was the realization that he had feelings for that miserable human.

With a groan he looked around, watching. He couldn’t stand this, he needed to do something. Anything.

He walks back inside and stands there, unsure of where to go. He sees 5.0.5 cleaning some paintings and watches him for a moment before someone walks around the corner.


Black Hat tenses, not wanting to accept or acknowledge his feelings but he can’t help the leap in his chest as soon as he sees Flug.

“Oh, hi Jefe! I- sir are you okay?”

Noticing how tense his boss is, Flug grows concerned and walks over to him. “Why are you so tense? Did something happen?”

Black Hat shifted, trying to compose himself. He did not want to let his feelings known to Flug. Flug was a human, he would never share feelings like this for someone like himself. Humans mate with humans, he had never heard of a case otherwise.

“I am fine, mind you’re own business you idiot! Don’t you have work to do? I’m not forcing you to sleep early just for you to lounge around all day!”

Flug grows nervous and gulps. “O-oh, I was having trouble focusing so I w-was taking a small w-walk around to try to clear my th-thoughts…" 

Black Hat chuckles, knowing exactly how he feels before speaking up with a calmer tone, “Get back to work.”

“Yes s-sir.” Flug backs away before scuttling off, speedwalking down the hall and tripping over his feet, falling to the floor briefly before scrambling up and running to the lab, hoping he wasn’t noticed.

His fall was noticed, however, by Black Hat. He groaned to himself before walking to his office, mentally slapping himself in the face for finding it so cute. 

He sits in his chair and buries his face in his hands.

“I can’t believe this…” He mumbles, “I can’t believe… I won’t. This isn’t happening.” He sits up and slams a fist on the table. “This isn’t happening and I will prove it to myself.”

He stands up and straightens his coat before stomping out the door, swiftly trudging down the halls as he focuses on the hallways in front of him. Marching down to Flug’s lab he bursts open the door and steps in triumphantly.

Flug jumps and grabs his chest, “Jefecito, you scared me! What are you doing in here?” He looks at Black Hat and tilts his head, looking like a confused puppy.

Black Hat’s insides immediately melt to goo and the sound of Flug’s voice pounds into his skull, sending waves through his spine that shoog straight into his legs and makes his knees feel like jelly. His stomach ties into knots and his chest feels like it’s about to burst.

Okay, that wasn’t normal. Maybe he does have feelings for the human.

“I just came in to see how much you had done today. What are you working on?” Black Hat shakes his head slightly and walks up to Flug, coming up with and excuse to change the subject.

Flug raises an eyebrow. “That was quite an entrance for a check up.” He shrugs, “but I’ve gotten 2 blueprints finished and have been tinkering with a few other devices.”

“Ah. Good. Carry on, then.” Black Hat turns to leave before he is interrupted.

“Uh, sir? Are you feeling well? You have been acting strange today.”

Black Hat could feel heat in his face and was glad he wasn’t facing Flug. Flug cares for his wellbeing, that adorable little idiot…

“Yes, I am fine. Don’t worry about it, I can handle it myself. No need for your concern.” Black Hat stated, looking down at the floor.

“Handle what?”

Black Hat flinched. He slipped up, how can he get out of this? He didn’t want to lie, but he definitely didn’t want to tell the truth.

“Well… I have a lot on my mind.”

“Like what? If you need help with something I can be of assistance. N-Not that I don’t t-think you can’t handle it yourself…” Flug trails off, getting nervous.

Black Hat feels like his chest has been hit with a bullet. Why did he have so many emotions!?

“Personal… things. You wouldn’t be interested.”

“Well I am.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“Tell me.”

“Why?” Black Hat whips around, glaring at him. Flug can see a light blush dusted across his face.

“Boss, are you… blushing?” Flug squints, trying to look closer before it clicks in his head.

Oh. He figured it out.

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Platinum Locks

Prompt: Draco x reader. The reader is a rather quite To be in the same house and Draco. Patsy gets very jealous. One day cutting off her long platinum blonde hair. Draco fixes it. Angry, protective and fluffy Draco.

A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for :) Sorry for how long it has taken!

Warnings: Jealousy? Anger? Negativity? Bullying. But there is fluff :)

Let me know if this doesn’t make sense and sorry if it seems a little slapdash!

Not edited or proof read.


You had been sitting, minding your own business in the The Three Broomsticks on Sunday afternoon. You took a sip from your Butterbeer and the froth stuck your lip. You would have giggled with your best friend about it only the table over busted out laughing. You both looked over to see Pansy Parkinson sitting with Draco and their usual group. Everyone but Draco were were looking at you. “Looks like something has gotten stuck in your moustache, Y/N.” Pansy jeered causing the others to laugh. However Draco had his straight face eyeing his cup as he fiddled with the handle. Your best friend looked at you then straight into Pansy’s eyes. 

“Oh, we thought it was a new fashion trend. I mean, we noticed your moustache and thought we just had to try it out.” She feigned shock before turning back to you as the whole table (this time including Draco) laughed. 

Later that day, back in the Slytherin Common Room, Draco took to sitting with you on the sofa. It wasn’t an unusual scene to see. You weren’t a big fan of Draco’s choice in friends and so the evenings ad some mornings before breakfast and classes were the only time you could spend time with him without them. It’s not that you cared he was friends with them, it’s his choice but you just did not fit in with them at all. They were obnoxious and you kept yourself to yourself. Perhaps that was why Draco favoured you most over them. Of course Pansy Parkinson was a limpet and so it was to find the time of day away from her. Your night time routine involved Draco staying up late just to spend time alone with you and you’d do the same. 

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Game Night

A/N: I’m honestly in love with the thought of Sans finding out your tickle kink, so I decided to write a fic on it. This is SFW, just a fun playful idea. I’m going to lean towards this being more romatic so, 

I got the inspiration for this fic from this so i decided to mix it up and change the scenario into a different one, but that fic is super cute and you should go read it!!

Warnings(?): Language, tickling, kind of long actually.


You were making your way to Sans and Papyrus’ house after work. You had planned a fun game night with the skeleton brothers along with Alphys and Undyne. It was a new Friday night ritual you had created with your closest friends and so far, had been the highlight of your day off.

With Monopoly in your hand, you rapped your knuckles on the door twice.

Sans greeted you with his usual grin, but tonight there was something sort of...feral about it. You knew Sans always had a smile on his face and sometimes it was wider than usual (normally from him thinking about a new joke to lay on you) but it sent a slight chill down your spine nonetheless.

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Peter Parker x Reader

This got away from me a little. It’s totally not a drabble.

Prompts 44, 54, and 62: “I’m going to keep you safe.” “I can’t stand the thought of losing you.” “I want to protect you.”

Summary: Peter and Reader are both protective of each other in different ways, but both for the same reason. Words: 1.1k. Peter is 18-20.


“You don’t ha- ”

“[Y/N,] please,” he begged, sweaty hands wrapped firmly around the pair that were balled up at his chest, fingers clenching at the fabric of his t-shirt; the likeness of Einstein wrinkled and distorted; not entirely unlike the world around you as time stopped and all there was among the disorder and confusion was the two of you, “I need you to trust me. I’m going to keep you safe.

“I do. I do trust you, Pete,” eyebrows furrowing, shaking your head at him, “it’s not that, I just - ” 

A woman from your World Literature class slammed into you, clock starting back up again as her shoulder rammed itself into yours; the hands at Peter’s chest keeping you from falling over.

Chaos was erupting around you, students and faculty alike were frantically running down crowded halls, dozens of echoing steps and loud, panicked voices filling your ears and clouding your brain; the TV visible from the open door of the lounge broadcasting the scene less than a block away from campus; explosions and gunfire, strange energy weapons pulsing, emitting beams of violence in varying shades.

“-I worry about you. Look at that, Peter.”

You didn’t need the stressed words of the newscaster cowering on scene to tell you how dangerous the attack was; even from where you stood, sheltered by the walls of the institution, you could hear the keening, strange sounds the guns were making. You could hear screaming; could hear crying, pleading voices.

If you really focused, you could see the way the munitions coming from the outlandish barrels were casting this eerie spectacle of light across the reflective surface of the windows behind the TV, colors changing the white streaming from the sun into various alien pastels.

“I want to protect you,” the way he said it like a prayer, a declaration, a promise, his own eyebrows rising at the words spilling from his anxious heart, “more than anything. Let me do that by stopping them.”

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so in the trfl discord we were talking aus and…

au where vicchan isnt dead and somehow everything still goes more or less the same but anyway: my point is viktor shows up in hasetsu, but instead of saying “yuuri i’m here to be your coach”, he gets sidetracked on his way to the springs because. there is a pup. a beautiful, tiny toy poodle pup. a wiggly, happy pup who keeps licking his feet and WRIGGLING with joy and ohhhh nooooo he can’t handle this

so instead of sprinting all the way to the springs to find him in “sun’s out dick’s out” mode, yuuri just finds him holding vicchan with this look of utter adoration on his face (and tears? is he CRYING?) and before yuuri can even say anything, viktor just says

“yuuri, i’m here to steal your dog”

and then he promptly thinks ohmygod that sounded so stupid i meant to tell him i’m taking him up on the coaching offer oh my god i cant believe myself

so he just picks vicchan up and runs. yuuri shrieks

I love her

(A/N): Just give this man a family already damn 

Request: Can you write something where Steve and the reader are together for a while and they find a baby on a mission or something and the police says they have to take care of it till they find the parents? And Steve doesn’t want to give it back then?

Warnings: nothing other than this tore my heart out

Originally posted by heartfulloffandoms

     “(Y/N)!” Steve called out to his teammate as a number of Agents head their way, guns aimed and ready to kill. “Dammit,” He whispers as he charges towards the unsuspecting body, crashing against them in an attempt to save them from the oncoming soldiers, his shield held right in front of them to block any bullets that were thrown their way. From above Sam fires at them, taking them down before any of them could truly hurt Steve or (Y/N). 

   “Be more careful next time,” Steve mutters, his tone harsher than intended. “I don’t want to be carrying your ass back to headquarters dead,” (Y/N) stares at him wide eyed and jaw dropped and Steve is sure they may break down and cry but instead they clench that jaw and their gaze nearly freezes. 

    “I was doing my job Rogers,” (Y/N) mutters through gritted teeth, damn  near seething at the all american man. “And If I die during the line of work then so be it,” 

   “No,” Steve states, shaking his head at (Y/N)’s little comment. “You’re my responsibility and I’m not going to be letting you die on my watch-” 

   “Oh really?” (Y/N) chuckles dryly as they roll their eyes. “I’m your responsibility? Last time I checked you don’t own me, so stop acting like you do,” Steve leaned in, his face dangerously close to (Y/N)’s. 

   “You became my responsibility the minute you decided you loved me,” 

   “Well maybe I should stop then,” Steve pulls back, looking a bit wounded before his expression glazes over with that menacing look again. (Y/N) is sure he’s about to say something so hurtful the two can never recover from it but suddenly, a quiet, albeit painful little cry interrupts their little fight. It was shrill and so quiet in pitch the couple realized that it could only belong to a child, a really small child. 

   “Oh my god,” (Y/N) breathes out, having whipped their head around to the area in which the noise came. Their angry facade immediately melts away as they nearly bolt into the wreckage of their battle, already seeking out those small cries. 

   “Wait (Y/N)!” Steve’s anger has melted away too, replaced by concern for whoever that tiny cry belonged to. By the time Steve catches up (Y/N) is already searching for them, ripping up chunks of metal as though they were nothing, desperately searching for wherever that voice came from. 

   “Where are you?” (Y/N) calls out, snapping up and looking around the battlefield. Another shrill cry followed, followed by a helpless little, 

   ‘Help me,’ Immediately both of them run towards the voice, continuing their little game of marco-polo as they ripped up any debris that could be blocking the child they were looking for. 

   They had been searching for what felt like forever when (Y/N) heard from some ways away, “I’ve got ‘em!” Immediately they charged for Steve’s voice only stopping when they came to a skidding halt beside him. There, wrapped up in his arms was a child, no more than a six years old. Perhaps maybe 4 or five, covered in dust, blood, and gravel. They sobbed against Steve, their little body heaving with each sob. 

   “Shh,” Steve consoled, gently running a gloved hand up and down the child’s back. “It’s okay, you’re okay now, We’ve got you,” This seemed to soothe the child only a bit, their sobs quieting down slightly. 

   “My legs hurt,” They whimper softly, nuzzling into Steve’s neck as though he were their lifeline. 

   “It’s okay, we’re gonna get you home and then we’re gonna patch you up, how ‘bout that?” The child nods against him, humming softly in response. Steve casts (Y/N) a side glance, his eyebrows raised in questioning. 

  “Yeah,” (Y/N) agrees softly, nodding their head in agreement. “Let’s get you cleaned up cutie,” 

    “Nope, we can’t find anything on anyone for a few months at the most,” The police officer shook his head as he sipped away at some nasty coffee. After cleaning the poor kid up they’d taken her (they found out she was a girl after getting her to open up to them a bit) to the police station in hopes of finding their parents but the more they investigated the less hopeful they were starting to become. “We can’t get anything in order until we clean up and even after that god knows how long until we can get everything in order,” 

   “So what do we do?” Steve asks as he turns to look outside the window of the office, staring at the little girl sitting on the bench, swinging her legs merrily. He can’t help but smile at her, giving her a little wave before redirecting his attention to the officer. 

   “Well, we can put her in a foster care system outside the country for awhile, just until we can find her family or until her family calls in, or…” He trails off, scratching at his beard a bit. “You guys could take her in, I’m sure she’d be safe with a couple ‘ole avengers,” Steve seems to brighten at this, perking up slightly as his eyes twinkle with some emotion. 

    “Really? You- You guys would be okay with that?” The police shrugs his shoulders taking another sip of his drink. 

   “Sure, we got nothing else for the kid,” Steve turns to look at (Y/N), a nearly pleading look upon his face. 

   “Please, pretty pretty please?” God, he sounded childish, but he couldn’t care, not with that sweethearts happiness on the line. (Y/N) gives him a side glance, one accompanied by a smirk before they nod, succumbing to his puppy powers. 

    “Fine, but you’re buying all the stuff and-” Steve nearly squealed as he picked (Y/N) up, twirling them around before setting them back down, kissing over their face repeatedly. 

   “Thank you,” He murmurs between kisses, “Thank you so much,” (Y/N) merely smiles, appreciating this one moment of peace between the two of them, no fighting or yelling, no rude comments or anything, just Steve and his pure happiness. 

   “Okay well,” The officer stands, brushing some crumbs off his pants from the bagel he’d eaten a little while ago. “Just grab her and go, no paperwork or anythin’,” Steve smiles, giving the officer a polite head tilt before dragging (Y/N) out of the office and towards the little girl. She smiles at the sight of Steve, her eyes alighting with something (Y/N) could only describe as hope and adoration. 

    “Am I going home?” She asks, her sweet little voice nearly too much to handle. 

    “We were actually thinking,” Steve gives her a smile, his eyes twinkling with that same hope and adoration. “Maybe you can come live with me and (Y/N) for a bit, just until we can get your home rebuilt and stuff,” 

    “So I can come live with Captain America?” The little girl has a wide smile on her face, showcasing all her tiny teeth. 

    “Sure you can,” Steve smiles, reaching out to ruffle her hair a bit. “You can get your own room and everything,” The little girls squeal, launching herself off the bench and into Steve’s arms, nuzzling into his neck excitedly. 

   (Y/N) would never admit it but seeing Steve caring for this kid so sweetly and wonderfully made their heart ache. The two had always wanted a child but with the job occupation it made it rather hard to raise a child safely, so the two had to been putting it off for sometime. Maybe this was like a little test run to see if they were prepared to have kids? This could either go wonderfully and possibly lead to some Rogers babies or it could really wrong and end in tears and hysteria. 

    (Y/N) awoke with a start, jolting upright in bed as a small hand tugged on their dangling fingers. Rubbing the sleep from their eyes (Y/N) yawned, looking over to the side of the bed where Clementine (they’d nicknamed her that because her european name was far too hard for anyone to pronounce) was now standing, staring up at (Y/N) with those damn puppy eyes. 

   “Can I- Can I sleep with you and Steve…please?”

    (Y/N) smiled as they patted the spot beside them, motioning for Clementine to crawl up on the bed and under the covers. She nestles against (Y/N)’s chest, burying her face in the crook of their neck.

    Clementine had been staying with (Y/N) and Steve for a little over a month now and it was by far the best decision the two of them had made. They loved having Clementine around, she was so sweet and so caring that (Y/N) wondered why they didn’t think of taking her in in the first place. 

   Steve absolutely adored Clem, from making her pancakes in the morning to watching crappy disney shows with her at night, this man showed his love in so many different ways. (Y/N) could see the adoration for that little girl in his eyes, the way they’d light up whenever they were together. Or they way he’d hold her, as close to his body as he could as they would watch TV or read. (Y/N) could see it in his smile, the way it shined so brightly when he looked at her or when she said something cute. That man adored that girl and it was by far the sweetest thing they’d ever seen in your entire life. Perhaps that’s why it was so painful for the two them to say their goodbyes, for when Clementine had to finally return to her real family. 

    The three had been eating breakfast, Bacon and eggs, when the doorbell rang. Both (Y/N) and Steve looked at each other in confusion before they swallowed their food and made their way to the door, throwing it open only to be met with the police officer the pair had talked to all those months ago. 

    “Good news,” He smiles, pushing his way into (Y/N)’s home without any invitation. “Found the family you were looking for,” On cue to people, a man and woman, walk in, small smiles on their faces as they look at (Y/N). “They’re here for that little girl,” (Y/N)’s mouth runs dry and they’re sure their heart plummets to thier stomach. So today was the day they were finally going to have to say goodbye. 

   “Um,”(Y/N) clears their throat, giving the parents a nervous smile as they look at them. “This is so sudden,” 

   “It’s been 6 months (Y/N),” The officer states, obviously not in the best of moods. “Where’s the girl so we can get her back home, her siblings dying  to see her,” 

   “Um, uh, Clementine!” (Y/N) calls over their shoulder, much to in shock to actually walk over and grab her. She comes bounding up, a huge smile on her face as she chomps down on some Bacon. 

   “Yes?” She asks happily, not even casting a glance at the people beside them. 

   “There’s some people here to see you,” (Y/N) points to the people ahead of them with the utmost heaviest heart. Clementine looks forward, nearly dropping her food in shock. 

    “Mommy! Daddy!” She cries, jumping up into her father’s arms, nuzzling into his neck. At her words Steve walks into the room, drying his hands on some towel. (Y/N) can see he’s forcing a smile, his laugh lines are drawn tight and his eyes have lost that shine, leaving them dull and watery. 

    “Thank you so much for taking care of her,” The mother whispers, her eyes full of tears as she pets her child lovingly. 

   “It was no problem,” (Y/N) smiles, nodding their head a bit. “It was our pleasure really,” 

   “Well, we better be heading off, gotta find a home for us,” The mom gently boops her daughters nose, causing her to giggle and wrinkle it up, something (Y/N) used to do to Clementine. 

   “Wait,” Clementine whines, wriggling in her father’s grip. “I want to say bye,” Her father nods, putting her on the ground to let her wander back to Steve and (Y/N). She gives Steve a smile, gently clasping his cheeks in her tiny hands, 

Originally posted by luvinchris

    “I’m gonna miss you,” She whispers, squishing his cheeks a bit. 

   “I’m gonna miss you too Clem,” Steve whispers, giving her a long hug, nuzzling his face against her. 

   God he loved that child so much that their goodbye was painful to watch, much less listen to. 

    “Can I come visit you sometimes?” She asks hopefully, smiling against the man that had come to be her second father.  

    “Of course you can,” Steve whispers, his voice nearly cracking in restraint as he buries his face in the crook of her neck. “Every weekend if you’d like, we’ll even pay for it,” (Y/N) nods their head, agreeing to his statement. 

   Steve has to reluctantly let go of her so she can say goodbye to (Y/N), which is just as painful for Steve to watch as it was for (Y/N). The two embrace, talking about the visits before (Y/N) lets go as well, allowing Clem to scurry back over to her parents, giving the two one last smile before they leave, the officer not too far behind. 

    “Steve I’m so-” (Y/N) begins only to stop when Steve turns to them, enveloping them in his arms as he buries his face in their neck, most likely on the verge of tears. 

    “She’s gone,” He whispers, gulping softly. “She’s gone and I’m never going to see her again,” 

    “Steve, she can come visit whenever she likes and-” 

    “I’m not going to get to wake up and make breakfast every morning, I won’t get to stay up and watch Tangled ten times, o-or I won’t get to read her bedtime stories every night-” 

   “Shh, it’s okay Stevie,” (Y/N) presses a kiss to his neck, attempting to soothe the poor man. “Maybe- maybe we can start having kids of our own? Maybe we can adopt or-” 

   “No,” Steve shakes his head, allowing his tears to hit (Y/N)’s skin. “I want a Clementine,” (Y/N)’s heart breaks a little in that moment, seeing how sad and vulnerable Steve was. He had loved that little girl with all his heart and now she’d been ripped away from them, taken right from their fingertips. (Y/N) could only imagine how much pain Steve must have been feeling right now. 

   “I know Steve,” (Y/N) gently runs a hand over his hair, scratching along his neck as they do so. “Me too,”

The Boy with Scarlet Cheeks

Summary: Dan has rosacea, a medical condition causing his cheeks to appear red and flushed, and he’s meeting Phil for the first time. The genre is mostly fluff but there’s a couple of self deprecating thoughts 

Words: 2985

A/N: this was fun to write because i have (very mild) rosacea but unlike dan in this story i don’t really mind it lol

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*BTS REACTION: Your Hands Being Shaky at a Fan Meeting*

It isn’t often that BTS comes to your area, if they do it’s for concerts. So when you heard of the fan signing you just had to go, no matter what. However, the excitement of getting your ‘Wings’ album signed didn’t out weigh your anxiety in the slightest. You can’t stop how badly your hands are shaking as you hand over the album to the first BTS member seated…

Y O O N G I:

He sees the way you keep your Wings album close to your chest as you maneuver through the crowd to take your seat before the signing starts. He also notices that you always seem to say sorry and excuse me with your head down. He keeps an eye on you from then on. As someone who has social anxiety it’s really easy for him to figure out when other people do. He’s worried for you, it’s overwhelming being on stage but being in a crowd can be just as bad. When you hand him the album with shaking hands he knows that its too much for you to handle. But you have an adoring smile on your face that tells him, ‘For you it’s worth it.’

You shift on one foot, “I’m Y/N. The career I’m studying for also…also involves being a public figure and talking to thousands of people. Journalism is what I want to do, writing and hearing people’s stories is something I enjoy. Though on most days I doubt myself on…on whe…on whether I will really be able to do it. But ever since the release of your mixtape, you’ve been a big inspiration for me. So…um…Tha..Thank you.” You finish off without looking at him in the eyes once.

Yoongi takes your album from you, and has to fight himself to not smile at your words or the way your ears turn red from embarrassment. It doesn’t bother you that he says nothing back to you, you just wanted to express to him that his song ‘The Last’ helps a lot of people. The fact that he listened to you is enough.

He gives you back your album and you quickly move on to the next member. It isn’t until you get home that you see the messages they left along with their autographs:

(ノ^ヮ^)ノ*:・゚✧ I’ll be looking out for you, Y/N!


Make sure you take care of yourself while you study hard!


College can be difficult but always remember it will bring you one step closer to your dreams.

-Rap Monster

Don’t forget to have fun during your college days too! (;´Д`)


Remember us when you are successful!


(*•̀ᴗ•́*)و ̑̑ Take dance breaks and smile often!


Genius Yoongi believes in you, Y/N. Don’t let me down.


They’ve returned to your area twice since that day, both times for a concert. So he wouldn’t have be able to see you if you did go. He doubts you went. He concludes that you wouldn’t have been able to afford tickets as you implied you were still a college student. Even though it’s been three years you cross Yoongi’s mind often, he hopes that you are still a fan of theirs. He hopes that he’s still a guiding light for you in your dark moments.

His thoughts are interrupted when he sees a twitter notification on his phone. He groans when he’s reminded that he does have to get up some time soon.

Even they don’t know who they are being interviewed by. According to their manager the company is known for having very likeable reporters, to the point that they even have fans.

BTS first heard about the company from Jackson. GOT7 did an interview and the Chinese member gushed to BTS’s leader about how cool the reporter was over the phone. Namjoon had put Jackson on speaker so that all the members could get an idea of what to expect.

“If a question seemed like it was too personal for their liking they made sure to let us know we didn’t have to answer it if we didn’t want to. It’s obvious they’re a fan of ours. But they didn’t talk to us like a reporter or a fan, they talked to us as if we were friends they were making conversation with.”

“Jaebum is usually pretty tense during interviews. He’s always afraid we are going to say something that will make us look bad, but they made sure we said what we meant by asking us to clarify. He was the most relaxed I have ever seen during an interview. They even got him to do aegyo! Not what he passes off as aegyo but ACTUAL aegyo!“

“Yugyeom blushed so hard when they introduced him as ‘Hit the Stage’ instead of GOT7’s maknae. They did ‘Hip Hop’ together, at the same time. I swear it wasn’t scripted!”

“They almost got in a fight with Youngjae over who’s Maltese was cuter. By the time the fight was over they had already arranged three play dates for their dogs.”

“Jinyoung high-fived them when they threw shade at Bambam. He smiled when they told him that his Vlives are enjoyable and not at all boring.”

“Mark laughed forever when they made a really lame pun. From then on they took EVERY SINGLE opportunity to make one.”

“Bambam hugged them when they dabbed with him. Like you don’t understand, he literally picked them up and yelled dabmate.”

“We had a whole conversation about how amazing Kendrick Lamar is. Which led to us squealing over how good Jooheon is as a rapper.“

Jackson’s recounting of GOT7’s interview causes BTS to look forward to theirs.

“Too bad we won’t be able to see it yet. Our manager requested for International Music Feed to not release it until after our next album is released, for promotion of course. IMF does a good job on keeping it mysterious when they want to. I can tell you about what happened during the interview but I can’t legally tell you the reporter’s name. It’s almost as if they are the mysterious guest instead of us! I can only tell you that they are going to be your interviewer too.” The GOT7 member laughed.

Originally posted by jjkook

Yoongi and the rest of BTS are heading to the studio where their interview is being held. They walk into the room and there you are with a big smile, ready to greet them.

You are standing straight with confidence and your hand is perfectly still when you reach out to Namjoon for a handshake. “Hello. I am your interviewer today, L/N Y/N,” you say in fluent Korean so that all the members can understand you.

They should have expected it. International Music Feed is made for international fans so their reporters have to be fluent in Korean for them to be able to talk to all KPOP idols equally, which according to Jackson, you did talk to all of them. But they didn’t, they thought it would be similar to the BBMAs where Namjoon answered all the questions and the rest stood awkwardly behind, frustrated that they couldn’t understand anything.

When you extend your hand to Suga you look at him straight in the eyes. He is captivated by the color of them. He didn’t get a good look at them the last time you met. “I remember you,” he says with a bit of a smirk and interest in his eyes

He wants to know your story.

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ten and 22!!

Bittersweet | TEN

Originally posted by taesyong

Prompt: “This is going to hurt”

Genre: innocent boy!au (? if that even exists) | tattooist!reader | super duper fluff

Pairing: Ten / Reader

Word count: 1 963

Warnings: pAIN and, well, lots and lots of cute comments. Some romantic shit

A/N: I mean, if you hate tattoos then I just fucked screwed up the entire scenario. Also, there may be mistakes (so i am sorry!!) and the end sucks kill me

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Marking down your skin seemed correct; for you, each one of the drawing on your forearm meant something important. Whenever the needle touched your body, sinking into your pores and inundating your veins with pain you felt… Ease. It indeed hurt, but you could bear the discomfort, mostly because it was not excruciating, and, also, you knew what would be stuck on you from that moment to eternity.

You were not bad at sketching either; the layouts you created were really popular among young women, with geometric forms and delicate handwriting. Even some teenager boys would come by once in a while asking for your works; not only because you were known around by your extreme patience and concentration, but also due to your appearance. Your boss even gave you the best position inside the tattoo studio, close to the window, so everyone in the street could spot you inside. It all worked for you. You were one of the most popular tattoo artists in the center of the city.

However, from all people in the world, the last one you expect to be sitting in front of you was Ten Chittaphon. You tilted your head, examining the boy in front of you; he had his hair washed that morning – you knew because of the strong smell – and his face was so clear and soft that you felt like squeezing it between your palms. You straightened your body and cleaned your throat; grabbing a piece of paper and a pencil, you started drawing what he just described to you. A petal, a phrase and a letter.

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Piercing Issues

Braun Strowman/Reader
Smut/Explicit, 3125 words


You’re backstage at Smackdown, holed up in your assigned corner, surrounded by fabric and costumes, busy at your sewing machine. You sigh to yourself, rubbing your eyes, because while there are plenty of creative aspects to your job, you also seem to spend an inordinate amount of time reinforcing the seams of tights.

“Hey,” says a gruff voice from behind you, and you turn, swivelling your chair around. There are some big guys here, and most of them have voices to match, but Braun’s is the biggest of all, every word he speaks amplified by the sheer bulk of him, echoing through that cavernous chest.

“Hey,” you say, smiling, because Braun’s also the guy who’s probably the least like his stage persona. He’s almost shockingly sweet, his offstage personality hard to reconcile with the monster he plays in the ring. “What can I do for you?”

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GOT7 Reaction | Hiding Your Face in their Chest When You’re Flustered

this wasn’t requested but i need more GOT7 on this blog they are my sons and also my husbands and i needed to do some fluff after writing that one bts reaction okay~~ alright my dudes help this is me whY AM I SO SMALL WHY ~Admin Hedgehog

Mark: Gosh he’s so embarrassed as well but he thinks you’re so cute and he can’t stand it he just buries his face in your hair and you guys are just this big puddle of cute squishy cinnamon rolls y'all are adorable

JB/Jaebum: he tries to be all “Oppa” but in actuality he’s screaming inside and trying not to hide his face in his hands bc you’re just so fucking cUTE HOW CAN ONE PERSON BE THAT ADORABLE (and you’re not Youngjae…how can u be cuter then youngjae he’s confused) 

Jackson: literally screams and picks you up and spins you until you’re both dizzy bc he cannot handle how cute you are doing that like he’s actually crushing your ribs together who needs a corset when you have Jackson Wang am i right

Jinyoung: he coos at you like you’re a small child and ur low key offended like excuse me i am a grOWNUP I DO NOT NEED THIS but he’s like nope~~ you’re too cute~~ ahh how can one person be so smol and adorable?? either that or he’s a savage asshole who makes fun of your red face therese only 2 ways this can go my friend RIP in peace @ you

Youngjae: awkward giggles all aroundddd!!! he’s also a Cute Smol Shy himself so by burying your face in his chest he’s afraid you can hear his heart going at least 8,000 miles per second he thinks he’s gonna pass out help him Jaebum how does he react to this amount of cuteness

Bambam: he’s nOT EASILY SWAYED BY CUTE THINGS BUT DAMMIT YOU’VE MADE HIM W E A K he tries to play off him being flustered by making a dirty joke but that just makes you laugh and be more embarrassed so you nuzzle his chest with your nose and he is g o n e he is a puddle 

Yugyeom: yes. this is it. this is what he lives for. he loves being tall in this moment like he gets a lot of shit from the hyungs for your guys hight difference sometimes but dammit he is so content right now. If you want him to do anything for you all u gotta do is A: back hug him or B: hug him and nuzzle his chest with your nose and he is putty in your hands he’d buy a house for you if you asked

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Got7 reaction to their girlfriend sleepy face.


Originally posted by peachyy-tuan

  • “eeeeeek!”
  • “jagi-ah look how cute you aaaare!”
  • absolutely loves it
  • begs to take your picture
  • stares at you while you pour your coffee
  • can’t stop staring


Originally posted by btsgotsvt

  • all smiles
  • “you wanna nap on my lap, jagi?”
  • pets your hair and just stares at you
  • tries to look away when you threaten to tell the guys how cute he’s being
  • eye smiles and forehead kisses


Originally posted by memeslutbutt

  • “omo my sweet pumpkin, are you sleepy?”
  • kisses your face four hundred times
  • makes you go to sleep
  • keeps cracking the bedroom door to see you
  • finds you unbelievably adorable


Originally posted by j-miki

  • grabs your hand and leads you to the bedroom
  • sits you down
  • lifts your feet, and pulls them onto the bed
  • removes your shoes
  • throws a blanket over you
  • straddles you
  • kisses your forehead
  • “get some rest now, baby girl.”
  • leaves the room, closing the door softly
  • smiles the rest of the day, remembering your little yawns


Originally posted by ithadtobeyouforever

  • dies
  • can’t handle it
  • finds you too adorable
  • “I don’t even know how someone can be so cute.”
  • knows you have things to do today, offers to get you some coffee
  • places the cup between your little sweater paws
  • collapses dramatically on the floor giggling

Bam Bam

Originally posted by bamethyst

  • double takes as you walk in the room, rubbing your eyes
  • “stop it. just stop. why are you so adorable right now?!”
  • leads you back to the bedroom and lays with you
  • pulls you into him and hums softly into your ear
  • starts humming a lil wayne song when you start giggling into his chest


Originally posted by thekpopquartet

  • “Oh you’re such a sweet little baby.”
  • won’t let you leave his side
  • hugs and hugs and snuggles
  • fluffy bunny just wants to watch you
  • eventually makes you lay down and smiles at you while you fall asleep
What’s Your Fantasy?

Pairing: Liam Dunbar x Reader

Prompt: “What I really meant to say was very different.”

Summary: Liam lets a secret slip while under the influence and immediately regrets it.

Words: 2k+

A/N: Let me know what you think! Enjoy!

Originally posted by tvd-tw-ships

A well known fact about werewolves is they can’t get drunk because of their healing factor. However Malia was determined to find a way around that fact and she actually did. Maybe.

“Malia, are you sure about this? You know this stuff is meant to kill us, right?” Scott asked, sitting on his couch and wearily watching Malia’s movements.

“What’s life without a little risk, right? Look I’ll try it out first and if anything goes bad you guys go get help.” Malia waved off Scott’s worry, carefully measuring out some wolfsbane.

“Wolfsbane laced bullets kill us, shouldn’t wolfsbane laced alcohol do the same?” Scott said, again voicing his worries to the pack who were all quietly watching Malia.

“That’s why you put in little doses, not enough to kill but enough to mimic the effects of being drunk. At least that’s what I read online.” Malia replied, shrugging as she shook the bottle of vodka.

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anonymous asked:

Well, hi there! How's your hiatus? Hope you had a good time ^_^ Um, if you don't mind, how would Sans be lifted in Bridal Style by Fem!S/O then Fem!S/O tell him "You're my Cutie Patootie" or "My precious Prince" [Ut,Uf,Us,Sf] if it's already done, sorry for the bother

Thank you, it was the chillest.

♥UT Sans: *Snirk* “Aww, thanks kid*. He’s trying to act cool about it, but his cheekbones are dark blue and he has his hoddie pulled up to keep you from seeing it.

♥UF Sans: Red has a completely horrified expression on his face as his entire skull goes dark crimson. Better put him dowm before you break him permanently. Red just can’t handle that strong of lovey dovey affection (Not to say that he doesn’t secretly enjoy it, he’s just really bad at reacting to it).

♥US Sans: Blue hugs you back tightly and pecks you on the cheek, “THEN I GUESS THAT MAKES YOU MY PRINCESS!” He’s blushing but he’s to busy returning you affections to care. Once you put him down he scoops you up and peppers your face with kisses. “NO ONE CAN BEAT THE MAGNIFICENT SANS AT EXPRESSING AFFECTION!”

♥SF Sans: *SCREECH* Raspberry is trying desperately to squirm out of your grip,“THE MALEFICENT SANS IS NOT ADORABLE! I AM AM TERRIFYING!”, One you finally release him he turns the tide of you and picks you up”, “I’VE TOLD YOU BEFORE HUMAN THAT YOU ARE FORBIDDEN FROM TRYING FLUSTERING ME! NOW I MUST PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE AND SHOW YOU WHOSE THE TRUE CHAMPION OF THIS RELATIONSHIP!” Ras has never been good at showing affection, but you’ve just challenged him and he’s going to be coddling you into next week! That will teach you a lesson!

anonymous asked:

Can you fancast blogs as tog/acotar characters?

Oh, my dear nonnie. You have turned my morning upside down. I had plans, nonnie! Plans! But then I got your ask and then I spent several hours looking for people. I’m not even kidding. This stuff took me the whole morning. 

In all seriousness though, thank you for the lovely ask. I was actually thinking about just saying no because I’m still new to the Tumblr fandom and I’m so not-popular and not well known. But then my brain - for some apparent reason - told me to do it and so I did. 

So I did all of these based on the selfies and videos that the people have shared and I did want to do more but it’s not possible today. I would do personality but I’m a shy human and I don’t know many people.

Also, can I just say that all of you are just so hella attractive? Like, I’m glad that I got this ask because I got to see all of your beautiful faces. My pan self cannot even handle it all.

Okay so, 

@wylanzeniks - I can see her as Nesryn for sure. Also, she’s so frickin adorable. I can definitely see her with fighting leathers and a bow and arrow and being called Neith’s Arrow. 

@queen-archeron - I can see her as Mor or Elain or a combination of both. It’s totally up to her which one she picks but I can see her as either. Also, she’s so fantastically beautiful! 

@paperbacktrash - We all know she’s just the fandom Nesta and I agree with it so much. She has such lovely eyes and she’s just so wonderful!

@catastrophicallyinlovewithbooks - We all also know that she’s the fandom Manon and I agree completely. That hair is just so cool and fantastic! And the eyes! She’s so stunning! 

@fck-tamlin - Okay, first of all, I love her hair and face (those eyes and nose!) and everything. Second, I was really stuck as well. At first glance I was like, Feyre or Elain for sure. And then I was like, but I’m also getting Mor vibes. So in the end…*shrugs* Her choice. 

@runesandfaes - So I was also really stuck because I wasn’t sure who I saw her as. Then I was like, oh, Elide. I can totally see her kicking Lorcan’s ass whenever necessary. And, she’s absolutely gorgeous! 

@highlady-casandra - I definitely can’t pick and choose what parts of her to admire. First impression wise, I was like Mor. But then, I got a total Elain vibe. Her choice again. 

@abookandacoffee - Can I please bow down to the High Lady of Wine now? I’ll even get her a platter of cheese. She’s so beautiful, honestly. Anyway, I think she’s Lysandra. Not the form we see in the books but if Lysandra had remembered what she looked like, Leslie would look like her.

@squaddreamcourt - She’s just Mor but the modern AU version of it. So if we were getting a movie/tv show/or whatever and it was set in our times, I can totally imagine Mor having short hair and piercings and taking selfies with mannequins. Also, I love their hair and piercings so much! And pretty much everything else as well. 

@feysandsmut - She’s just killing the fashion game with all of that beauty. And I love her makeup so much! First glance, I was like, ooooh, Aelin. And then, Manon. A few seconds later, Asterin. So, I would not mind her seeing as any one of them. It’s her choice. 

@rowan-buzzard-whitethorn - Okay, so that hair is killing me and I love it immensely. Also, the freckles are so adorable and she’s so gorgeous! First thought when I saw her was, hey, it’s Ansel. I can totally imagine her chilling with Aelin and leading an army at the same time. 

@foxboy-lucien - She’s beautiful. There’s no other words for it. I got so many Archeron vibes and in the end I just went, it’s her choice to be whichever sister she wants! 

@aedicn - Literal beauty in those selfies. I totally cast her as Hasar. I can imagine her being best friends with Yrene and leading an army while being her sassy self. 

That’s all the people I have! I hope you (the nonnie) and all the people I’ve mentioned like what I’ve said! This was actually really fun to do even if I did lose a morning doing it. A morning well spent, honestly. And if you weren’t mentioned, let me just tell you that you’re fricking gorgeous and no one can convince me otherwise.