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Sleepyhead

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Characters: Reader / Wonho//Hoseok (Monsta X)
Genre: Fluff
Word Count: 359 words
Request: Prompt: cute mornings where person a stares at person b as they wait for them to wake up
A/N: I hope Wonho is okay~
Hoseok was lucky enough to get two days off, on his birthday no less. He had slept over at your apartment, wanting to spend the two days with you (and his mom).

You groaned, silently cursing at yourself for leaving the blinds up last night. The sun burned your eyes as you rapidly blinked them, trying to get used to the sudden change in light. Once you recovered from your blindness, you turned to see Hoseok sleeping peacefully.

A smile made its way onto your face as you shifted to face your boyfriend completely. Gently, you moved the hair out of his face. Hoseok looked so soft whenever he slept. You stroked his cheek with a light touch, grinning when he would scrunch up his nose.

“How cute,” you mumbled, your silly grin widening. Leaning over, you began to pepper light kisses all over his face, starting with his nose (then his cheeks, his forehead, his eyes, his chin, basically everywhere except his lips.)

He shifted, wrapping his arms around you and hugging you until you were pressed against his warm body. “Jagi,” he groaned into your ear, “that tickles.” You chuckled, leaning back to look at him, brushing the hair out of his face once again. You watched as he slowly opened his eyes and gave you that adorable half-awake expression of his.

You laughed when he puckered his lips at you almost comically. He laughed along with you, hugging you even tighter. Nustling you face into the crook of his neck, you sighed in contentedness, smiling at the shiver that passed through his body. “What do you want to do today?” You asked as you closed your eyes, feeling yourself slip back into sleep.

“Is nothing an option?” He asked, playing with your hair. You laughed tiredly, nodding. “Nothing would be great,” you mumbled. Hoseok chuckled at your sleepy voice, the vibrations of his chest making you even more tired. “Are you falling asleep on me?”

When he received no answer, he merely smiled. After a few minutes of listening to your slow breathing, he closed his eyes as well, turning over to the world of dreams.

anonymous asked:

Thank you so much for the Deidara Gaara and Sasori gifs ! I hope it wasn t too troublesome!

Oh no! 

I love doing gifs, because they’re relatively quick to do, but you can see a lot about a character’s personality by them! Always feel free to send gif requests in- save for nsfw gifs… I’ll write nsfw, but I don’t wanna see it. 

Got7 MTL To Marry Someone After Dating For A Short Period (A Few Months)

Request: “Got7 mtl to get marry in a short time period of dating (i’m not sure about the grammar tho💕💕)

I’m not quite sure about the grammar either hehe but I hope you like it :)     tbh I think none of them would do such thing sorry so I guess this is more like “least to leastest” yes I invented a word


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Jinyoung:

Originally posted by kareverie

I feel like he’s the kind of person who’s very observant and would be able to tell wether he sees himself with that person or not in the future. Plus I think he’s a bit traditional, so if he really loves you he’d want to take a step further in the relationship

Bambam:

Originally posted by got7official

I can totally see Bambam going to Vegas and getting married on those tacky places dressed where a fat middle age guy does all the cerimony. I think as long as he has his S/O with him he’d do it out of recklessness, but only because he knows it probably wouldn’t be serious anyways.

Mark:

Originally posted by baddabingbaddabang

I think as soon as he realizes he’s seen every single side of you he’d be ble to collect his thoughts realizing he actually loves all of you. So one day you would be chillin’ and suddenly he’d propose. I feel like he’s one of those guys who are okay with not getting married, but if his S/O wants it, he’d do it for them.

Youngjae:

Originally posted by jypnior

I feel like he’s the romantic type and would go for marriage after a certain time, but it would take a while. However I think he’s a person who follows his heart so if he feels that it’s right he’d probably do it, only after a long time thinking about it for a long time though.

Yugyeom:

Originally posted by chichangyu

Yugyeom would probably not want to rush things, specially because he’s the youngest, however I feel that if his S/O tried to convince him to get married he’d be a little worried wether you are the right person for him and would try not to lose you without having a lifetime commitment.

Jackson:

Originally posted by got7official

He wouldn’t. Mostly because he’d want to make sure that what he has with his S/O is real and time would be essential for that. Not only because he’s always busy, travelling around, but also because he wants to know whether you’re strong enough to handle being far from him and still taking care of yourself.

Jaebum:

Originally posted by nyeong-ing

Hahaha no. This man would definitely not do it. He takes every aspect of his seriously and would not want to rush anything. I think Jaebum is the kinds guy who takes time to let his walls down, so I think he would only propose to you after some time and after he’s absolutely sure that you’ve seen every single side of him and that he’s seen every single side of you. He’s a deep kid. :/

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General Kenobi. Years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I’m afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.

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General Kenobi. Years ago you served my father in the Clone Wars. Now he begs you to help him in his struggle against the Empire. I regret that I am unable to present my father’s request to you in person, but my ship has fallen under attack, and I’m afraid my mission to bring you to Alderaan has failed. I have placed information vital to the survival of the Rebellion into the memory systems of this R2 unit. My father will know how to retrieve it. You must see this droid safely delivered to him on Alderaan. This is our most desperate hour. Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You’re my only hope.
-Star Wars: Episode IV A New Hope (1977)

Nightmare

Seth Rollins/OC: You have a terrible nightmare and the first person you can think of to call is your ex while you’re crying and hoping he can help cheer you up. Fluff then smut. Requested by @screamersdontdance

I wrote another request!!! It’s lit! But I have more Braun ideas so the next couple may be Braun again. Idk yet tho, we’ll see.

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anonymous asked:

If you still need to be distracted with headcanon requests, can you do OW Day 4 headcanons? :) I hope you're feeling better!

Day 4 - Domestic/Intimacy or Long Distance. I’ve already done a domestic headcanon set here, so long distance it is! 

  • Otabek’s favourite part of being in a long distance relationship with Yuri is airport reunions because he’s low-key the sappiest person in the world. He’ll bring flowers, and make signs with way too many pink hearts on it, and block everyone’s path by hugging Yuri for ages and refusing to move. One time he started tearing up just seeing Yuri from afar. 
  • They don’t get to be together in the same place very often, so there’s a lot of speed dates going on. Like, entire weeks of dates all smushed into a day or two.
  • Speaking of dates, these two nerds like to pre-plan them months ahead. They’ll be searching up fun things to do, and nice restaurants to dine at, sending each other links all the time, with cute notes like omg picnic at the beach bekaaaaa or if we go to this cat cafe, can you promise not to kidnap any of the cats?, and Yuri always gets so excited over their plans! 
  • There’s always a lot of moping on Yuri’s end after they part. Otabek will call him straight after he lands in Almaty, and try to soothe Yuri. It mostly results in Otabek low-key checking if he can afford to go back to see Yuri again right the fuck now, because Yuri sounds so sad, and Otabek hates it.
Something always comes along - Jughead Jones Imagine

Originally posted by sseureki

AN So this is my first imagine, please feel free to request. I tried to aim for a gender neutral approach instead of just one gender, I hope you all like anyways :)

The brass bell rang softly as the door opened to Pops. The Saturday afternoon was busy, so busy that there was no booth or chair without a person sat in it. (Y/N) looked around quickly, seeing if there was any place to sit. They had moved here not too long ago with their father, and seriously craved a burger and shake from Pops. They had not yet been to school, and tried to avoid seeing anyone from there just yet, not wanting to be ‘the newbie’. But had been acquainted with Betty Cooper, whom they had grown quite close to along with Kevin Keller. It is why (Y/N) (L/N) had decided to take it upon themselves to go to Pop’s and enjoy the blissful food served there.

Finally seeing a booth occupied by a boy around their age, vigorously typing away at his laptop, (Y/N) decided to take their chance.

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit?” They asked politely. The boy lifted his head for a moment, taking in the new presence before him, and nodded his head after looking into deep (E/C) eyes. (Y/N) smiled and sat down, uttering a “thanks”. A waitress came over and took their order quickly, soon returning with a vanilla milkshake and a burger.

“I’m (Y/N) (L/N) by the way, you are?” They asked, pulling out their notebook from their bag, filled with many drawings of mundane things found in Riverdale. Jughead stopped typing, peering over his laptop slightly.

“I’m Jughead Jones. Are you new here? I’ve never seen you before.” And I would definitely remember if I had he thought to himself.

“Yeah I moved here at the start of summer with my dad, I’ve kinda been sneaking around, though, I don’t really want to be the newbie just yet.” (Y/N) chuckled lightly, Jughead’s lips lifted slightly, before returning to the monotone expression. “If you don’t mind me asking, what has you typing so vigorously, Jughead?” They smiled, looking into his china-blue eyes.

Jughead looked back down at his screen before a light blush would dust his cheeks, however unbeknownst to him, that appeared long ago.

“I’m writing a novel, of this summer, so far nothing interesting has happened.” He complained, causing (Y/N) to laugh. Taking a sip of their milkshake, (Y/N) tilted their head slightly, looking out the window at the yellows and oranges painting the scenery outside as the sun began its descent.

“I’m sure something will come along.” They said quietly, watching the cars and civilians going past. “I mean, some small towns have big secrets. Who’s to say Riverdale isn’t one of them?” (Y/N) smirked teasingly, causing Jughead to return his own boyish smile.

“True, I’m sure Riverdale has many secrets, some just waiting to be explored.” Jughead mused, with an ominous tone to his voice.

“Well Mr.Jones, I would love to explore those mysteries with you one day.” This caused a smile, a real smile to break out on his face, truth being, Jughead had never felt more comfortable in his life talking to a person, and considering he had known (Y/N) all of twenty minutes, scared and excited him at the same time.

“I always wanted a partner in crime.” He smiled lightly, (Y/N) returning it. Pushing their plate towards Jughead and taking a chip off of it, Jughead frowned, confused. After noticing his confused gaze, (Y/N) explained.

“I had an entire tub of ice cream watching game of thrones before coming here, bad decision.” This caused Jughead to chuckle lightly, something he rarely did.

“I understand your pain, and I’d be glad to help.” He joked, pulling part of the burger off and eating it.

“What do you say we go on one of these adventures tomorrow? I’ve got nothing to do, and I’m sure your schedule can’t be too booked up.” (Y/N) smiled, eating more chips.

“You are correct, and sure, I don’t see why not. How about I meet you here, 9 o'clock.” (Y/N) blushed slightly, nodding their head.

“9 o'clock it is.” (Y/N) gathered their notebook which surprisingly they hadn’t touched since sitting down and put it back into their bag. They laid a twenty dollar bill on the table, and began to leave. Pressing a quick kiss to Jughead’s cheek, they made for the door.

“See you tomorrow, Jughead.” They smiled cheekily, before leaving the shop, leaving Jughead with a smug grin and a blush coating his warm cheeks. The two would get their mystery, but not the one they were hoping for. Something would come along, something neither were prepared for.

You are mine (M)

A/N- This is to the beautiful person, whom was the first to request on our blog. Thank you, we love you! Anyway I hope you enjoy this. It’s my first time writing smut, so feedback would be great! enjoy x 

There is sexual content in this scenario. 

Originally posted by taeguk

Who was Yoongi to you? Well, he was the love of your life. You loved him so much it hurt you, seeing him with other girls all over him. Why can’t he look at me like that? You thought so many times. Yoongi was your bestfriend for as long as you remember. He was unaware of your love for him. He was always there for you, but why could he not say more about his feelings? He talked more about rice then how he actually felt- so fucking annoying! 

You knew you were/are in love with Yoongi, since that day he told you were so beautiful, that you were to good for the boy that told you were ugly because you wouldn’t get with him. As if! 

You accepted the fact that Yoongi just saw you as his best friend and nothing more. Being with him and his stupid perfect self everyday, was killing you inside. You could never not be around him though, that would be hell- more so than not being loved back, by whom you love… 

You were sitting on your couch reading, when your phoned dinged. It was a text from the one and only Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi- “Your still coming tonight, right?” 

You- ”Yes, for the 100th time today!” 

Yonngi- ”Sorry, sorry. I can’t go without you.. Wear that pretty black dress, you bought like a month ago but never wore.” 

How did he remember that? He was there when you tired it on. You didn’t want to think to much into it. Like what were the odds he liked you back-NO Y/N DON’T DO THIS TO YOURSELF TODAY! 

You- “I might, see you then!” 

Yoongi- “You better” 

Yoongi was receiving an award tonight, nothing big, just with in BigHit. It was more the boys making an excuse to go out and hook up with girls. You really didn’t want to go, to see Yoongi with his hands on some girl- that wasn’t you…. 


You showered, did your hair and put on make-up. You were looking good, liked that winged eye liner-wow. You put on your little black dress, that fit like a glove. It was mid thigh length and flowed out when it came to your waist. You paired it with black heels.

A knock came to your door at exactly eight. You made your way towards the door. “Coming” you shouted from the bottom of the hall. You opened the door to come face to face with Min Yoongi himself. He was looking like a god in his black-tailored to perfection- suit and his blonde hair. The cologne he was wearing, was so intoxicating. You thought you would fall. Yoongi looked you up and down with a smirk. 

“I knew you would wear it… You look gorgeous babe” he said pulling you into a hug. 

“You look like a dapper Dan yourself”, you said giggling. Wrapping your arms around his torso. You loved his hugs, but they just reminded you. He’s not yours… 


You both left your house and went to the party together. You knew when Taehyung said ‘small party’, he really meant a big one. But has you and Yoongi enter the party’ it’s like a party at Gatsby’s. There was champagne, extravagant food, dancers and even a fire guy. You were in awe, it was like an actual Gatsby party. 

Yoongi held your hand going through the crowd, girls smiling, with their best assets on show for the night, flaunting in Yoongi’s face. He probably loved it, you’d never know. He doesn’t show all that all that much on his face. You both finally reach the boys table.

“This is amazing Namjoon!” you said with excitement, hugging the man from behind. 

“Why thank you, Y/N, at least SOMEONE , appreciates my efforts.” Nmjoon replies glaring at Jin. 

“I just said, I wouldn’t have paired that champagne with those appetizers”, Jin replies in a matter-of-fact way. 

“No one gives a fuck, there only here for the free booze and food” Hoseok says in comparison. 

Every time you were with the boys, they would always bicker. But you loved them like your brothers- just not Yoongi… 

During the party Yoongi went to mingle about with business men, while you were on the dance floor Hoseok, Jimin and Taehyung. They were so hyper, you needed a drink, a big one. You went to the bar and ordered your usual, walking back to the table you saw it.. him.. with some girl. 

Yoongi was locking lips with a blond, legs for days girl. He was holding her how you longed to be held by him. Was that it ~ You didn’t have those legs or that body. Is that he wanted? It was to much for you to watch him put his hands all over some girl. Yet again breaking your heart. 

You try to stop your tears from rolling down your face.. to late. You start to run to the exit, wanting to be at home and not in this hell fro another second. As you were running, your wrist was grabbed. 

“Y/N, are you okay”, Namjoon asked with a concerned look upon his face. 

“Yeah… I’m not feeling to great, so I’m just going to go home”, you say trying to back tears. Not meeting his gaze, trying to wipe away some the tears. 

“Do you want me to go get-” you interrupt him. 

“No! I’m fine, thanks Namjoon. I’m proud of what you did tonight.” You gave him a quick peck on the cheek and start running again. 


In the taxi on your way home, your phone started to ‘ding’ like crazy. You unlocked it to see varies messages, from the kiss anyone but you…Min Yoongi. 

Yoongi- “Hey, where did you go?” 

Yoongi- “Are you okay?” 

Yoongi- “Do you want me to come to yours?” 

Yoongi- “Hello..?” 

You read down through the messages. Why does he care so much. Your just friends! 

You- “I’m fine. Enjoy your night!” 

Yoongi- “How can I enjoy my night when your upset?” 

Namjoon obviously told him about your episode one the way out of the party. 

You- “I’m fine, Yoongi.” 

He didn’t reply, feeling rather relieved by the end of the conversation. You pay the taxi man and make your way to your apartment. 

You kicked off your heels and headed straight to the bathroom. Removing your patchy make-up from all your crying. Your about to unzip your dress, when a loud banging comes from your front door. 

“Y/N open the door, please” a muffled voice said through the thick wood of the door. It was Yoongi, you felt like your was going to jump out of your chest! Why does the world hate me. Why did he have to come and break your heart again.. 

Your train of thought was broken by more banging, “Y/N, please.” You open the door, to come face to face with Min Yoongi. 

“Are you okay?” He said trying to pull you into a hug, but you backed away. He looked at you confused. You crossed your arms over your chest. 

“What do you want Yoongi?” you say coldly, you just wanted to listen to sad songs until you fall asleep. Yoongo closed the door taking steps towards you. You matched his steps by going backwards. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen?” he asked, looking at you as if you were a lost puppy. 

“Please, just go. I’m tired and not in the mood” 

“What’s your problem?” he snapped. 

“What’s my problem? My problem is you! I’m so madley in love with you and your stupid oblivious self. When I see you with girls.. It breaks my heart. I hate going to partied with you, You say you “need” me. Yet you leave me to stick your tongue down some random girl’s throat.” Yoongi stood in front of you stunned byt your words. “So could you please leave.” You say walking to the door, you open it and stand to side to let him leave. 

You look at Yoongi, he looks like he’s tiring to piecing a puzzle together. “Please leave.” You say as a final farewell for the night. 

Yoongi walks towards the door, He slams it shut, grabbing you by the shoulders and pinning you against it. His arms are by the side of your head, leaning in way to close for your liking. 

“What am I doing? Huh? I’ve been in love with your crazy ass, since the day we first meet. You looked so beautiful, hair blowing in the wind… I didn’t know how i felt about you til your got your first boyfriend, I thought I was dying. I-I.” He stops, looking away from your eyes. You don’t know what to say, was he just drunk? He wouldn’t say this otherwise?  

He finally looked down at you “ I love you, Y/N. Okay.. I’m not great with the feelings and I’m not great at being a boyfriend and I’m not going to share said feelings… but I love you-” You stop him, standing on your tip toes to kiss him. You pull back after a moment. 

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait any longer” you say giggling, resting your head against your door. 

“I’m sorry I broke your heart… I just thought you didn’t feel the same. I was going to tell you but I got scared, but in all fairness i was like thirteen and had boobs.” He said chuckling, resting his forehead against yours. “Can I kiss you again?” he asked with smug smirk on his face like he already knew the answer. He did… 

He leaned in and kissed you, your eyes closing. You wrapped your arms around his neck, while he pulled you closer by the hips. Close wasn’t close enough for Yoongi. He moved his hands down to your ass, squeezing it. He lifted you up, you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist. Your hands moving to his hair and playing with it between your fingers. He squeezed your ass again making you gasp, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss. 

“God, I love your ass! You know what used to drive me crazy…” Yoongi pauses kissing down your jaw.  “When you wore tight jeans, your ass was just ummm. If I knew how you felt I wouldn’t have held back.” Between him kissing down your neck, sucking and marking you as his and his words you tilt your head back against the door. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” He carries you down the hall to your bedroom. In the process you kiss is jaw and down his neck. You never wanted for this bliss to end. 

Yoongi sets you down on the floor. He leans in close looking behind you and wrapping his hands around your back. He unzips your dress painfully slow, you can feel his hot breathe on your neck. You wanted him for now and forever. You didn’t want him just for sex, but for all of him. His sassy, bitchy moments, you wanted to be there for him if he needed you, you wanted to be his.. 

He finally unzips your dress letting it fall to the ground, thanking god your wore your black lace lingerie, which made your boobs look great. “Wow” Is all Yoongi could muster, as he stared you down. It wasn’t long before he had you on your back, laying on the bed. He kissed you passionately, his hands roaming up and down your body. Your hands slide down and you start to unbutton his shirt. When it’s finally open, your hands glide up and down his toned torso. 

His hands slide around your back and unclasp your bra. He removes the straps from your arms and flings your bra to the other side of the room. He looks down at your breasts and puts his mouth to your right breast while his hand cups the other. He puts your nipple in between his teeth, he keeps eye contact with you. Y ou can’t contain your moans any more, as the pleasure you are getting is to intense. He switches breast. 

He kisses down your torso til he reaches the hem of your panties. He swiftly pulls them down, now revealing all of you to him. You loved it. “Your so wet and I’ve only kissed you. You really must have wanted me for a while.” He says with a sly smirk. You can’t help but moan. He positioned himself between your legs and looked up at you, awaiting your permission. You nodded, he didn’t waste any time. His thumb landed on your clit, rubbing it in circles. “Yoongi” you say in absolute bliss. 

He began to suck on your clit, making you moan loud enough to wake your neighbours- not that you cared at the moment. He suddenly slipped a finger into your core. He moved it in and out slowly, adding a second finger the sped picked up. You were getting close from his fingers pumping in and out of you. He took his fingers out of you before your orgasm hit. You moan in displeasure, glaring at him. 

He moves off the bed, he unbuckles his trousers and removes them, along with his boxers. You stared at his aroused length, feeling yourself get wetter- if that was possible. “Do you have a condom?” he asked with hopeful eyes. 

“No.. but I’m on the pill” You say giggling. 

“Thank fuck!” He says getting back on the bed and hovering over you. He positioned himself with your entrance, placing a kiss on your lips, as he pushed his length inside your throbbing core. He filled you up so well, he felt so good. He started to slowly push himself in and out of your core. “Y/N, you feel so good” he moaned against your lips. He grabbed your legs, wrapping around his waist. He started to quicken the pace. 

If you thought your moans were loud a moment ago… His pace was amazing, you felt the knot in your stomach build up, as he hit you g-spot again and again. “Y-Yoongi, I-I’M going to cum” you say biting your lip has the pleasure was starting to take over. 

“Come for me baby” and with that you did. The best fucking orgasm you had ever had. You tighten around his length, making him moan your name again and again in pleasure. It was like music to your ears. Yoongi came inside you, he rested his forehead against yours, giving you a peck on the lips has he pulled out of you. 

“That was amazing!” he said laying down beside you. He got up and walked into the bathroom and came back with a wet face towel. He cleaned you up and through the towel on the floor. He climbed back into bed with you and pulled the covers over you and him. He pulled you into his side. Your head was on his chest and your legs mangled together. 

“I love you, Y/N” he said kissing your forehead. 

“I love you too, Yoongi” 

Yoongi’s pov 

I woke up the next morning, with her in my arms. I couldn’t help but smile. She is finally mine and I’m finally hers. That is how it will be til the end of time. She is my bestfriend soulmate. I love her, she’s perfect.  

I lean down and kiss her on the lips. 

“Good morning, beautiful!” We will start a beautiful life together as one. 

As you are mine and I am yours…. 

Forever. 

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Jin:  He would come home to you cleaning in just a plain shirt and would be astonished that he could see through your shirt, however he would be slightly turned on.  He’d run over to you and bring you in for a kiss as he drapes his jacket around you.

Suga:  When he came to see you are your apartment, you would be wearing a strapless dress that he asked you to wear.  He would see you had nothing underneath and pick you up and carry you to the bedroom where he would give you exercise all day long.

J-Hope:  When he came home and saw you washing the dishes in your white shirt he would call out to you causing you to spill water all over you.  He would give you a smirk and lay you down on the table where he could get a better view of your shirt.

Rap Monster:  You would visit him in the recording studio, wearing a tight shirt that shows everything.  When he didn’t notice you, you would walk around showing yourself off until he would set you up on the recording board earning all his attention.

Jimin:  He would be shy when he came home to your shared apartment.  He would notice you going around and doing housework.  He would notice you weren’t wearing anything underneath and pull you in close to his lap so he could see you a lot better.

Tae:  Unlike the other guys, the minute he saw that you had nothing underneath, he would corner you to the wall where he would pick you up and take off your shirt telling you that you must want him to see since you weren’t wearing anything underneath.

Kookie:  He would also be shy about wanting to tell you that he noticed.  He would notice that you had nothing on once he saw you exercising.  He would pull you into his room and tell you that he knows and start to kiss your neck.

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Please be smart and profitable, ladies.

Can’t Stand You Pt. 3

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Admin K: since this was another personal series of mine, I usually write pretty long stories and it goes on forever :) (like 30 parts) if people still wanted to request for pt 4 I will make this series much shorter (maybe..15 parts?) so that you guys can read it without getting bored. anyways, hope you like this part! 

genre: au (badboy vernon x reader)

word count: 1, 625

Originally posted by rep-lay-ed

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Happy Birthday, Dad

Requested by @awkwardlove18

AN: I hope you enjoy this imagine and thank you for the request! Shoutout to April for this gif lol 

Also, based on the request there were some blanks I had to fill. Hopefully it’s fine and you still enjoy it!!

Originally posted by illumeshawn



Shawn had known since an early stage in your relationship the strain shared between your father and yourself. It pained him to no end, seeing how tense it made you anytime he was brought up.

Shawn helped in every way possible, too. He cared so much, and often you wondered how you deserved such an amazing person to join you in a seemingly fucked up life.

Today, however, was your fathers birthday. Usually all you did was send him a text, or mail a card, hoping to avoid any, and all, face to face communication. The idea of even seeing him filled your mind with anxiety, but knowing Shawn would be there made it more manageable.

“We can leave whenever you want, ok? Don’t be afraid to tell me you’re uncomfortable. I won’t let him upset you.”

You nod, not being about to trust your voice in this moment, or your choice words, making Shawn’s feel small. You needed to stay strong and having a mental breakdown wouldn’t help anything.

You checked yourself out in the bathroom mirror, making sure each hair was in perfect place. Along with any wrinkles in your dress. That was always something your dad called you out on. Everything needed to be perfect, no excuses. A wrinkled dress meant a messy, careless person.

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Extreme Measures

Anon Requested:  I’m a little confused, are drabble requests open? If they are can I get a Yoongi one with #73 and #99 please? Sorry if requests are closed

Drabbles are currently open :) (I know you sent this a while ago but the requests were open then too ) I tried this in First Person POV instead of Second for once so I hope you like this! Feel free to give me criticism :) Good, Bad, Any criticism is good criticism! 


Pairing: Yoongi x Reader

Warnings: Insecurities, weight problems, body issues, self hate, depression, slight mentioning of an eating disorder

Word Count: 1770

“Show me what’s behind your back.”

“I can’t stand seeing you like this.”


There’s nothing tragically beautiful about depression, the fools who believe it is haven’t truly had depression in their lives. It’s not sad songs and poetry, shy glances or drowning in the bath. It’s not ghostly white skin tainted by charcoal circles under sad eyes and large purple bruises stretching viciously up your arms. It isn’t lonely walks, vacant coffee shops or smoking dusty cigarettes.

Depression is unwashed clothes and flaking skin. It’s over eating and the inability to even get out of bed and then hating yourself for eating too much and not doing anything that day. It’s giving up on yourself and not taking pride in your appearance anymore because when you feel like this who do you really have to impress? You don’t care about relationships, you don’t care if you’re late to work or end up getting kicked out of school. You just don’t care anymore. Its empty inboxes, bursts of anger and late night tears. It’s a feeling of disgust within yourself that makes you want to tear off your own skin just so you can feel clean because you feel like you’re the lowest and filthiest piece of scum there is in the world. Its uncertainty and confusion. It's losing weight, long showers and greasy hair or even gaining weight, not showering and feeling awful. It’s trying to starve yourself to lose the weight and the only way to stop yourself from eating is to sleep. It’s constantly wishing you could be somewhere or someone else. It's losing the will to even live.

Depression is not tragically beautiful, it’s just tragic.

Sometimes I feel like there is something eating me up from the inside, as if my conscience is telling me I’m not good enough. It’s probably right, I’m not good enough for myself let alone my boyfriend, but I try and be the girlfriend he deserves, the one who isn’t too heavy, the one who has a flat stomach and toned legs and the one that every guy wants to be with. Every day I plaster my face with makeup, wear loose clothes and fake a smile; but some days I can’t take it anymore. I miss dinner one day and then again and again and after one fateful day of passing out at work and Yoongi having to come get me I realized there were other ways to do this. Better ways than starving myself.

I’ve tried it all, I’ve tried working out and I didn’t see the results after a month so I gave up on that. I’ve tried starving myself and well…we all know how that turned out. I even tried making myself throw up, disgusting I know but I ended up cutting that out when Yoongi had to force me to the doctors because he assumed I had a bun in the oven. I had to just tell the doctor I had food poisoning just so he wouldn’t get suspicious.

But now here we are! My latest and most fulfilling way to lose weight, pills. Some pills work wonders if you have enough money for it, thankfully my family has always been on the wealthier side so I’ve always had enough to get me by and then some.

The pills were never a problem for me, within two weeks I shed fifteen pounds just like that, no exercising necessary and no more throwing up. It was just hard to take the pills whenever Yoongi was home, this is the longest break he’s had since he finished tour and of course he wants to spend time with me, I’m not making that out to be a bad thing but the pills are what’s most important.

I end up having to sneak away for a few minutes just to go to the bathroom to take the pills. I take them three times a day and thirty minutes before I eat, though the only thing I ever eat is maybe half a banana and if I’m feeling a tad bit more snackish maybe a cup of ramen.

Closing the bathroom door quietly I opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out the cylinder shaped pill bottle labeled ‘ibuprofen’ I had it mislabeled so just in case Yoongi finds it and looks up the actual pill name he doesn’t freak out. The cap came off easily and I easily took two pills out. 6 pills a day. That’s not really a lot if you think about it, besides, there are people that are addicted to painkillers and all I’m doing is taking pills to lose weight, weight that I feel like I don’t need. That’s perfectly normal, that’s-

“What are you doing?”

Shooting my head up to stare at the mirror I saw Yoongi, his eyes were on my hands and I instantly turned to him, pills in hands and pill bottle still on the counter, my hands were behind my back but I knew he could see the pill bottle in the mirror. “Show me what’s behind your back.”

“It’s nothing.” A smile appeared on my face, I was usually pretty good at lying, lying to Yoongi was a lot harder for me though, I always regretted lying to him about if I was fine or not but some things just didn’t need to be brought to his attention, he had enough stress on his plate my weight problems didn’t need to be one of them.

Yoongi didn’t fall for my smile, he instantly took a step closer and I took a step back, but only to find me pushing myself against the sink counter. His eyes narrowed and his hand gripped my arm yanking me towards him. A small yelp left my lips from the sudden physicality but my hands still stayed behind my back, hands squeezing tighter so he wouldn’t see the pills. “(Y/N). Show me.” He growled, his voice growing deeper as his eyes stared into my eyes with something I’ve never seen before. All I could do was shake my head at him refusing to show him the pills. I couldn’t, it’d break him inside. (Y/N)-”

“No!” I cried, tears soon filling up my eyes before I let them fall with a blink. “I-I can’t. Just go out of the bathroom and pretend you didn’t see anything then everything will be fine.”

Yoongi looked at me incredulously, his eyes slightly widening from my outburst but the seriousness came back almost instantly. “Just show me what’s behind your back.” His eyes flickered to the mirror again and saw the pill bottle, with a light and simple shove I was pushed to the side and Yoongi grabbed the opened bottle and grasped it in his hands. His eyes scanned the label and before I could even react he dumped the whole bottle in the toilet and flushed them down.

I stood on the brink of something I couldn’t describe. The weight of everything seemed to press down on my shoulders and I struggled to take even a single step forward. It was too much. All of it. And somehow, I kept moving. But every step cost me. The darkness grew darker; the pain grew sharper; all of it seemed to only grow in strength and I began to wonder if things could ever get better. The pills were gone, the only thing that seemed to give me hope and happiness on being the perfect girlfriend was now gone and flushed down the toilet.

Only once it resonated with me that they were gone did I finally break down, and I don’t mean I cried, I was now angry, angry with him for flushing down my hope, angry at him for not even noticing how sad I was, but most of all I was angry with myself. I pushed him back, his back hitting the bathroom wall and a screech of my voice coming at and colliding with his eardrums. “How could you!” My hands came back again to push him but they were only caught in his hands. His hands tightened around my wrists and quickly walked forward backing me up against the wall opposite to him. “Do you think I’m stupid? Do you really think I haven’t noticed how much you’ve changed? God, I can’t stand seeing you like this!” Yoongi’s hands only tightened as he got more frustrated. “You know I was waiting for you to tell me. I thought we’ve been together long enough that when you’re hurting you could tell me.” His eyes bored into mine and his hands tightened even more now to the point of hurting. “You’re hurting me.” My voice was small, quiet and frail but he heard me none the less. His hands still stayed around my wrists but loosened up a tremendous amount. I looked up at him but his eyes were now squeezed shut and his head was hanging low. I didn’t know what was going on in his head, how could I know? He knew what I was doing this whole time, I only kept it a secret because I knew it would tear him up inside, but in reality he had to suffer alone and silently waiting for me to come clean to him. “I’m sorry.” My voice picked up in pitch but it was more of a whisper still.

Yoongi never opened his eyes or raised his head. His hands dropped from my wrists and hung by his sides. “I- I should’ve-”

“Talk to me (Y/N). Just talk to me when you’re depressed, don’t worry about how I’m going to feel.”

“But-”

“No buts, I have been going out of my freaking mind seeing you like this and I could barely stand let alone watch you do this to yourself.” Yoongi’s hands now came up to my face cupping my cheeks in his hands.

“How long?” You whispered knowing he would be able to hear what I had just said. He gave a confused look so I spoke again. “How long have you known?”

It didn’t take long for him to answer. “Four months ago.”

“So when I started…I’m sorry.” I breathed out letting out the few tears that have been building up behind my eyes. Yoongi shushed me once I spoke those two words. His lips met my forehead and when he pulled back tears were now welling up in his eyes only making me feel more upset and a small cry left my lips. “Yoongi…I-I’m-”

“Shh, it’s okay. We’ll get through this okay? You just need to talk to me when you need help with all of this okay? You’re going to get better…you will, I promise.”

And Suddenly There Was Her

Author: see-the-fandom-imagines
Warnings: none. maybe nightmares. but actually just pure fluff
Word Count: 3117
A/N: This will be my first and only story about Twilight. I tried, but I don’t really feel like I’m in it with my full heart. I hope you understand this, and maybe you even like this one (and I hope I got his personality right…Unfortunately I haven’t read the books/seen the movies in years!)
Request: the request about twilight would be that y/n lives in Forks and one day she goes to the beach in La Push (she’s never been there before) because she had a fight with her mom and wants to clear her head at a place nobody would expect her. and coincidentally the boys are there and Paul imprints on her. he can’t tell her roght away so he gets to know her slowly and tells her about shapeshifting and imprinting when they are already together. 



You drove past the road sign that read ‘La Push’, simply heading straight ahead. You had fled from a major argument with your mother and just needed to get away from everything for a moment. And usually you could do that best while driving.
After you had done the dishes, the laundry and cleaned both the toilet and your room, and just wanted to relax a bit she had come inside your room, telling you that you could help her with dinner. Because apparently 'she always did everything alone’.
Everything alone, my ass.
This not being the first time, that she had accused you of not helping at all in the household, you had snapped, which eventually resulted in you and your mother shouting at each other, until you finally took your coat and stormed out of the door.

The moment you left the house you knew that she would try to call you around ten minutes later, but right now you just had no patience for this.
You needed to be alone for a while.


Even though you lived in Forks for almost four years now, you had never once visited the beach in La Push. You guessed it was the typical not-visiting-anything – attitude one would get when living in a place to long. Furthermore your mother was not very fond of this reservation.
So no one would expect you there, and you could be by yourself for a few hours.

It didn’t take long for you to find the beach, given that you had seen around four different signs on your way here.You got out of your car, and made your way over towards the sea.
As your feet stepped into the soft sand, you immediately felt better. The salty smell of the sea calmed your nerves and managed to even get a small smile on your face.
You searched a nice place next to a few trees, and let yourself fall down into the sand.


You sat there like this for maybe and hour, just staring at the sea and thinking about everything and nothing.
You started to think about the argument with your mother, but quickly realised that she most likely would do the same thing tomorrow, and therefore it was definitely not worth to think about.
So you allowed your thoughts to wander. School, your friends, everything that came to your mind. 

Until you suddenly heard voices coming your way.
As you looked up you realised, that the people they belonged to were closer than you had thought. A group of around five boys, who were laughing together, shoving each other around in a playful way. From their looks you cloncluded, that they most likely belonged to the Quileute.
They probably came down here quite often.
Still, you started to feel slightly uneasy as you saw them approaching. You didn’t know these boys, and if you were honest, you seldom had good experiences with a lot of strange boys approaching you at once.
You stood up and patted your trousers to remove the sand, as you realised, that the boys seemed to have seen you. They weren’t too far away anymore, and you could make out single faces.
At least they didn’t seem to interested in you, which made you feel a little better. 

You knew that you would have to pass them, if you wanted to return to the main street. Taking a deep breath, and throwing on your jacket, you approached the group, who luckily didn’t seem to mind you at all.
Somehow this made you feel a little safer, and you even dared to let your gaze wander through the group. Two of the boys had sat down on a log, that had probably been washed up during a flood or something, and they still talked and laughed around playfully.
One boy was just standing there, grinning slightly, and suddenly he turned his head towards you. Your eyes met for a second, and you could see how his grin faded, and he just stared at you, as if suddenly startled by your presence.  
He didn’t move, he didn’t speak, he just stared at you.
And it made you feel definitely uneasy.
Quickly you turned your eyes down to the ground and stuck your hand into your pockets, leaving the beach and planning to go straight home. 

A few metres further you turned around once more, to see that three of the other boys now stood around the guy that had stared at you, and seemed to talk insistently to him. Quickly you turned around again and went back to where you had parked your car.  

But you didn’t get far. 

You had just reached the street again, as suddenly someone behind you called out for you.
„Hey! Wait a second!“

You ignored the voice and headed straight ahead, hoping to get to any place with a few people around, so he would stop bothering you.
„Hey, girl!“, he shouted again, but you just sped up your pace.
Eventually, though, he reached you, and began to walk next to you.

„Hey“, he grinned at you, and you finally looked at him.
He had black hair, like the other boys, and his eyes shimmered dark brown.
But there was something else.
The way he looked at you.
You didn’t know if you were scared, or fascinated, by the way he simply stared at you, as if you were the first girl he had ever seen in his life. But at the same time he seemed confused, as if he wondered, why he even ran after you. 

„Hello“, you greeted, and stopped reluctantly.
He grinned at you and you couldn’t help yourself but to think, that it looked almost challenging, and you didn’t know why, but somehow this made him look incredibly attractive. He stretched out his hand.
„I’m Paul“, he introduced himself. „Lahote.“

Hesitating you took his hand and shook it. „I’m (y/n).“
You had no idea why, but this boy didn’t look like he would do you any harm. 

There was absolutely no reason to, and he definitely looked like you shouldn’t, but you trusted him. Well, as much as one could trust a guy one had met thirty seconds ago.


Paul’s POV

Paul had followed the pack down to the beach. It was not as if he had anything better to do. And he didn’t know if it was because of their shared fate, or not, but he slowly grew to actually like the boys. 

They had just reached the old log, as suddenly a girl caught his eye.
She had obivously seen them approach and stood up to leave the beach.
Jared and Sam had seen her as well, but didn’t really seem to care.
Neither did he.
Or so he thought. 

He had just laughed about a stupid joke Jared had made, as he turned his head. The girl was barely ten metres away, and in the same moment he had turned his head, she had looked up, and their eyes had met.
Immediately Paul’s grin vanished, as suddenly a wave of emotion swept over him.
She was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. All of a sudden he felt the strong urge to walk over to her, to speak to her, to take her in his arms. And even though he had always imagined this moment to be different, to be a lot more mundane than this what he felt right now, he knew exactly what this meant. 

„Shit.“

He was not able to move, even though he knew he had to go after her, before she would vanish, but he was completely overtaxed with all the emotions he suddenly felt at once. Embry seemed to have realised that something was wrong with Paul, for he nudged him in the rips. 

„Paul?“, he asked, causing him to wake up out of his trance. He still stared after the girl. Now the other’s too, had become curious.
„Don’t tell me-“, Quil said, as he followed his gaze. 

Suddenly Paul felt Sam’s hand at his shoulder, who actually gave him an amused smile. „Go“, he simply said and Paul didn’t wait a second longer. He knew that Sam had understood, and the other’s probably as well. He ran as fast as he could after her. She had already reached the street. 

„Hey! Wait a second!“, he shouted, but she didn’t even look around. He scoffed, and clenched his jaw. Of course she didn’t. He had to seem to her like a lunatic, running after her like this. But he couldn’t stop himself. He had to talk to her.
„Hey, girl!“, he tried once more, but again no reaction. Angrily he sped up his pace, until he had finally reached her.
But she didn’t stop. She just continued walking. 

„Hey“, he said, and she looked at him.
Even though he had been frustrated and ready to punch a wall only a second earlier, as soon as she looked at him, he felt calmer, and he couldn’t help himself but grin. 

Close up, she looked even prettier he thought, as she now finally stopped. 

„Hello“, she answered, and he stretched out his hand. 

„I’m Paul. Lahote“, he said, and grinned even more as she took it. „I’m (y/n)“, she introduced herself. Even her name sounded beautiful.
„Are you new here?“, he asked letting go of her, and she shook her head.
„Not really. I live in Forks“, she answered, and smiled slightly. „I just never came here.“ Her gaze wandered over to the sea. „And now I wonder why.“
Paul smiled down at you. „Well, if you would like a little tour, I don’t have anything to do right now.“
She smiled up at him, and checked her watch, giving him an excusing smile only a second later.
„I’m sorry, I would love to, but it’s getting late, and I’m pretty sure my mum worries already.“
Slowly Paul nodded. 

He needed to see her again. He were meant for her.

But he also knew, that he couldn’t force her. He knew how the whole imprinting thing worked. And he knew that he did not have the same effect on her, as she had on him. 

He pulled out his phone. „How about we exchange numbers, and when you come down here again, I’ll show you around a little?“
She seemed to think about it, before pulling out her phone, too.
„Sounds great!“


(Y/N)’s POV

After you had given him your number, Paul had written to you on the same evening. You had answered instantly, and so you had made up for a meeting on the weekend.
He had showed you around La Push, the beach, the forest, his favourite places.
You could tell that he liked you, and you had to admit, that you had fallen for him as well.
He was always nice to you, and even though you had realised pretty soon, that he was kind of a hothead, you knew that he would never hurt you. And it hadn’t taken long for you to realise how to calm him down when he got angry. 

And around your fifth date, he had finally asked you how you felt about him. Slightly embarassed, you had stuttered around, until he had taken your hand and looked into your eyes.
„Because I cannot describe what I’m feeling for you. I want to be there for you, and I will always protect you“, he had said,and you had never seen him so serious as in this moment. And you knew that he meant every word of it. 

And this was the moment you had finally admitted to him that you had fallen in love with him.

Since that day, exactly one month ago, you had been a couple, and you were happier, than you had ever been in your entire life.


Today Paul had asked you, to meet him at the beach in La Push, exactly where you had seen him the first time. You didn’t really know what he planned, but you had a smile playing around your lips, as you sat on the log, much too early and stared at the sea, waiting for him.
It didn’t take long for him too arrive, Paul, too, slightly too early.
He hugged you from behind and you could see him grinning as you turned your head towards him.
„Hey“, you greeted him and turned around, to press a quick kiss on his lips.
„Hey“, he said, and sat down next to you.
He had taken his hand in yours, and looked at you, a somewhat weird expression in his features.
You raised your eyebrows. „What is it?“, you asked, slightly worried, and shifted a little, to get a better look at him.
Paul licked his lips and suddenly seemed grim. The only thing that stopped you from freaking out at his behaviour were his fingers, still gently stroking over the back of your hand. „I need to tell you something“, he said, and shifted, too, looking directily into your eyes. „Just… Promise you will listen until the end, okay?“

Utterly concerned you nodded, waiting for him to speak up.
„Well, I have… uhm“, he started and you saw the muscles on his jaw harden as he seemed to think about the right words. „…Special abilities“, he finally said, leaving you almost more confused than before.
„Abilities?“, you asked. „What kind of abilities?“

„Don’t think I am crazy, okay?“ You shook your head, furling your brows once more, at his slightly aggressive tone. You knew he wouldn’t hurt you, but this simply proved how difficult this was for him.
„I’m… a shape shifter.“
You didn’t move, but simply looked at him, trying to process what he just told you. „A…shape shifter?“, you asked, and he nodded.
„I transform. Into a wolf.“ He looked at you and you shook your head, laughing. He clearly made a joke. There was no thing as shape shifters in real life.
„Paul, if you try to freak me out, you definitely succeeded“, you said, but he just shook his head.
„I prove it“, he said, suddenly determined, and let go of your hand.
„Paul, what are you talking about“, you asked and looked at him. He looked around, and as he didn’t seem to see anyone, he stepped away from you. „Paul you’re scaring me“, you admitted, and he held up his hand.
„Don’t be scared“, he said, before taking a deep breath and breaking into a sprint. Confused you looked after him, as he suddenly jumped into the air… and transformed. His body stretched and as he landed not one second later, a gigantic wolf trotted your way, his fur dark-silver and his dark eyes directed at you. Your mouth stood agape, and you had opened your eyes wide as you tried to process what just had happened.
Your boyfriend had just transformed into a gigantic wolf!
He had reached you now, and stood in front of you. His eyes still looked the same, still the same dark brown you had fallen in love with. Slowly you stretched out your hand, and the wolf stepped close enough for you to touch him. This has to be a dream, you thought, as your hand touched the soft fur, and you managed to finally speak.
„P-Paul?“, you asked and the wolf seemed to nod. „But how?“

The wolf made a small noise, not really a growl, and not really a whimper, as he turned around and ran away.
Still in some sort of shock, you just looked after him, until you couldn’t see him anymore. A few minutes later Paul ran back to you from the same direction, his shirt, you noticed now, ripped on the beach and he was wearing nothing but jeans. You still hadn’t moved, as he had reached you.
„I’m sorry“, he said, sitting back next to you. „It’s always a little problem with the clothes.“
You looked at him, not really able to say anything. „Sorry“, he apologised again. „I just didn’t knew how to tell you otherwise.“

„How long?“, you asked finally, and he wet his lips. „Around a year and a half now“, he said, looking at you. He was serious.
„Sam… Jared“, you started. „Are they too…“
„Yes. All of us“, Paul answered. „We belong to Sam’s pack.“
„Wow“, you finally whispered, staring at the ground in front of you, trying to process everything you had just witnessed.
„But there’s something else“, Paul said, taking your hand back in his. You turned your gaze back up to him.
„Fire away“, you sighed. „It’s not like anything could shock me now.“
Paul smiled slightly at your commentary and nodded.
„We have something that we call 'Imprinting’.“
You raised your eyebrows, waiting for him to speak on.

„It’s hard to explain. At one point in our lives we see someone, and… something happens. We imprint. As I saw you I knew that I never want to leave your side. I want to be there for you in good and in bad, and I will be whatever you need me to be. A friend, a lover, the worst enemy of everyone that ever hurt you. Especially the worst enemy of everyone that will try to hurt you in the future. As I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful, the most fascinating girl I have ever seen in my whole life.“
You looked into his dark eyes, as you slowly understood what he told you. „So, you’re…imprinted… on me?“

He nodded. A smile grew on your face. The whole situation was so absurd, so abnormal, but here you were with a shape shifter that had just turned into a wolf and now swore you his eternal love. And you were surprised of yourself for simply accepting everything he had just told you, so easily.
You chuckled, before smiling at him. „Does this work the other way round as well?“, you asked, cupping his cheek with your hand and slowly leaning towards him.

„Because I’ve fallen hopelessly for you, Paul. And I don’t care whether you are a wolf, or a duck, or a cockroach in your free time. I love you.“

A tiny smile spread on Paul’s face, as he leant down to you. „I love you“, he whispered, before pressing his lips hard against yours, his hand buried in your hair, while pressing you closer towards his body.

 He moved his lips against yours, wrapping his free arm around your waist, before he rested his forehead against yours, his eyes still closed.

„You are my life.“


requested by anon

BTS Reaction to their baby crying when they pick him/her up

This was requested by an anonymous user. Hope you enjoy! ~Admin Unnie

Jin: “Fine I’ll just pick up your brother” *sets daughter and picks up her twin* “See? He likes me!” *argues with baby*

Originally posted by myloveseokjin

Yoongi: *hands daughter off to closest person* “I ain’t dealing with that”

Originally posted by mionevy

Hoseok: “She hates me! I have failed as a father!”

Originally posted by sugaswagdaddy

Namjoon: *refers to his parenting books to get his daughter to stop crying* *gets Jimin to help*

Originally posted by taegiguk

Jimin: *gets really sad and quiet because he thinks his son hates him*

Originally posted by jikookedlife

Taehyung: *immediately does everything he can to get his son to smile which doesn’t take long*

Originally posted by taespecial

^^pretend he’s holding a boy

Jungkook: “She’s crying. What do I do? SOMEONE TELL ME WHAT TO DO!!”

Originally posted by fyeahbangtaned

lumiiinas  asked:

BOi i am back omg i love every scenario u make like no joke,, ur great,, we love you,, hope ur healthy,, buT yeah can i rq a scenario with Aomine, Haizaki, Hanamiya, Kagami and Nebuya where their s/o wakes up a bit later than them and when they come downstairs they're in nothing but their partner's shirt and they're all sleepy and snuggly and clingy to them and they boys find it cute how they're so inimate and pure 🌝

OH god i forgot one person in my ask if yA dont mind can you add Kiyoshi? ThAnk

Of course I can sweetie! And thanks for requesting from me once more! I really enjoy seeing what you guys come up with, so it’s never a dull moment with some of these requests!


Aomine: Usually Aomine was the late sleeper between the two of you.. But upon seeing you still sleeping, hair splayed across the sheets, he didn’t try to disturb you, heading downstairs to make food. 

Again, he was at a loss, since you did all the cooking and preparations for the morning.. But he tried to make sense of things, searching through cookbooks to find a decent enough recipe.

At least until your arms wrapped around him. 

He paused, eyes wide as he turned to look at you, clad in his shirt and hair still in disarray.. There was a soft frown, as if you were upset he’d left you alone, and oh god.. He’s never seen you this.. adorable in his life..

“Dai-chan…” you mumbled, snuggling in the fabric covering his chest, “Come back to bed.. I’m cold…”

He didn’t hesitate, dropping everything and carrying you back to bed, where he was sure to make you so warm, you were forced to strip from his clothing.

Haizaki: He really didn’t want to leave the bed, but his stomach and the cries from his mom urged him to get up, though he was cranky and irritated. He left you under the blanket, unaware you’d woken up after he left, and he went to check around, eyebrows furrowed deeply…

Tch.. he was having a pleasant dream until he was interrupted..

He didn’t hear soft steps, but he almost jumped when you came to hug him, a tiny whine leaving your throat.

“Shogo-kun!! C..Come back to bed..” you paused, noticing the irritation on his face, “….Please…?”

God… he was completely finished.. As much as he hated being asked to do anything, seeing you like this, begging for him to come back to bed.. He really couldn’t deny you… His needs overstepped his wants, and he didn’t bother to say anything, just nodding slowly and let you guide him.

He was determined to erase that innocence from your face.

Hanamiya: Mornings were never his forte… In fact, Hanamiya hated them as much as he hated teams who worked together.. 

But this morning.. It was somehow… different.

He didn’t realize how innocent you were until you’d came to him, in only his shirt, and hugged him from behind with sleep in your eyes. He’d really thought he erased all your innocence away..

This expression, however, was much more… child-like..

As annoyed as he was with mornings, this one didn’t seem as bad when you looked at him, like that . However, those thoughts only lasted for a few minutes, before he clicked his tongue, carrying you back to bed roughly.

You may be cute, but he could be cuter.

Kagami: He’d never get used to seeing you right when he wakes up. That’s why Kagami had to immediately vacate his room, before he’d chose to listen to his inner voice, telling him to stay with you and re-enact last night’s events.

His cheeks burned just thinking about it, so he shook his head, focusing on the breakfast he was intending on making for the two of you. However, he wasn’t prepared for you to come in, adorning HIS shirt, one eye open as you yawned and hugged him carefully.

“W…Why didn’t you wake me… Tai-chan…?”

He swallowed, looking down at you, which was a mistake, as he’d seen part of your breast, and the marks he’d left on you before. He made a noise, turning around immediately and tried to think of what to say.. Y..yes.. why didn’t he wake you..?

Oh right.. He would’ve fainted and had a nose bleed..

“I.. I thought you could use s…some more… s…sleep!!”

He froze when you hummed, rubbing your nose against his back as you sighed, squeezing him tighter.

“You’re such a good boy, Taiga.. T..Thank you..”

There was a sudden crash, followed by a giant mess in the kitchen.. How you managed to make him destroy his house, Kagami will never know..

Kiyoshi: “___-____-chan…? W…Why aren’t you..?”

Kiyoshi really thought you would’ve still been sleeping, but he was utterly surprised when you followed after him, clinging to him like a child. His shirt didn’t help the matter, being way too big on you, and he found it in him to chuckle, though it sounded a little forced..

“Ah.. I see.. ____-chan wanted to be with me, hm?”

At your flustered cheeks, he knew he hit the mark, and he was quick to turn around, picking you up and holding you against his chest. He lightly kissed your forehead, smiling when you buried your face in his neck, and he massaged your legs.

“Alright then, just give me a few minutes to finish our breakfast and then we can go back to cuddling.. Okay?”

He could never erase that adorable look from your face, especially when you still wore his shirt.

Nebuya: He could tell from the previous night just how exhausted you were. For starters, you didn’t rebel to his suggestion of staying over. You let him put HIS clothing on you, and quite frankly, you’d crashed while studying for an upcoming test. Even when he woke up before you, Nebuya was shocked at how peaceful you were. 

So he’d decided to make breakfast for the two of you. Luckily it was a sunday, meaning there was no practice or classes.. Just a day in.. He heard pattering down the hallway, and as he turned to call your name, his voice stopped, and suddenly, he wasn’t so loud anymore..

You were ridiculously… adorable..

He was blushing when his shirt hung over your body, showing some of your bare legs, and you’d rubbed your eyes softly, yawning before walking towards him, wrapping your arms around his waist.

But what sealed the deal was how you’d lightly whined, cheeks a bit red as you mumbled,

“Ei-chan… Come back to bed…”

He tried not to make a sound, instead wrapped you in his arms and didn’t let go.