making things with your hands

Until Death Do Us Part

Paper Hearts (Part 13)

Originally posted by tbhobi

Genre: Angst/fluff

♡ Pairing: Reader x Jungkook // Reader x Jimin

♡ Length: 5.1k

♡ Summary: It has been nearly a year since you started writing anonymous letters to Jungkook, giving him words of encouragement behind the thin mask of a paper. He never considered you as a possible suspect behind these letters, because you were nothing more than a best friend. And you couldn’t put all the blame on him either, after all, you were too afraid to confess in fear of tarnishing your precious friendship.

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I hate apples. Hate them. I think they shouldn’t be allowed to be a fruit. That’s one. And two, I can draw really, really well on an Etch A Sketch. Like, really well. Like, I could be a professional if, you know, that profession existed. I play the trombone. Badly. I like math. And I notice that you do this thing with your hands when you’re trying to make a point. Like this, with your hands. And I know that’s about you, but I do it too, so it’s also about me and so that’s five. Five things that I’m hoping will make it a little bit harder for you to hate me.

Masterlist - Updated 30/4/17

Originally posted by sebastiansource

- read my masterlist here . Please come and let me know your favourites -


Training With Bucky - A series of connected one shots of what’s like to train with Bucky Barnes based off these headcanons here - Part 1

Ficmas - A series of christmas drabbles - Masterlist

Daddy Drabbles - A series of drabbles which detail the adventures of our favourite characters as fathers - Masterlist

100 Kinks - 100 kinky drabbles to celebrate Bucky’s 100th birthday (smut)

Front Line Love - Reader a nurse during WW2 finds herself at the same camp as Bucky. - Part 1, Part 2 (smut)

Riding in cars with boys - A smutty drabble series featuring all our favourite Sebastian Stan characters in cars, so come along for the ride. - Part 1: Carter

Bucky x Reader- Prompt drabbles

“I’m tired of being your secret”/“Sometimes, there is nothing better than some good old-fashioned, no string attached fucking” (SMUT)

“Will you just tell me the truth?”

“You don’t need to protect me”/“Didn’t realise I needed your permission”

“I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror..”

Bucky + knives + dirty talk (SMUT)

Under the table at black tie gala (SMUT")

“It’s Christmas, don’t be mad at me.”

“Welcome to fatherhood”

“Stop being so cute”

“How is my wife more badass than me?”

“I’m not buying IKEA furniture again.”

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Fun story, someone tried the anime hand wall thing on me once. It worked for precisely two seconds before I ducked under it and kept going. 


For a moment I thought he was sitting on a giant fortune cookie and I was incredibly excited. 


She’s not going to be able to do it, but more importantly, damn Yuuko what are you wearing that’s incredible.

anonymous asked:

Neck kisses with the RFA+V+Saeran?

Best kisses!!! I want neck kisses!!!


Usually when he kisses your neck, it’s because he’s started a small trail leading up to your cheek, then finishing the trail with a peck on the lips. Granted, whenever he’s in a mood for something more than just trying to convey how much he loves you (Especially how you grin and giggle if his kisses on your neck are light enough to tickle), he starts from your lips down, but those kisses usually turn into nips or full on bites.

When you kiss his neck though, just soft ghosts of kisses on his neck and nothing more, he just sighs lightly and rubs his hand on your back. Best time to do it is when the two of you are laying down on the couch or cuddling on the bed. If you want to have it lead to something more, you need to trail down to his collar bone and suck lightly. God knows he wants hickies, but if you leave marks too dark, he might get fussed at by his director.


Like Zen, it’s usually when he’s feeling very bubbly and wanting to show his affections in a way. Usually done when the two of you are cuddling on the bed! He starts by nuzzling against the nape of your neck, then starts placing light pecks. It doesn’t get too hot and heavy often, but if he feels like it, he starts kissing your jaw a bit. Or just skipping right to your lips and shyly rubbing his hand on your hip, giving his cute little ‘Is this okay?’ glance before he goes any further.

If you kiss him on the neck, you have to be careful where you do it, because he usually blushes quickly and gulps, his mind racing towards you getting handsy even if you weren’t meaning to be. It’s a bit of a hot spot for him, so cute and casual kisses there aren’t something he can handle too well.


Do not force her to do this please. For a while, she’s completely nervous to do anything like that. She’s still shy about having lingering kisses with you, or accidentally making too much noise! She’ll have to be in a relationship with you for a bit, after she’s used to being a bit more confident. She’d leave little small hickies all over your lower neck- Nothing bigger for worry people would tease too much.

Kissing her neck, however, she’s a flustered puddle, trying not to make any noises and making sure your lips don’t linger too long. (She doesn’t mind hickies, but if you go overboard and risk Seven making suggestive jokes, she’ll be so red). Otherwise, she doesn’t mind a few butterfly kisses there and nuzzles.


When he kisses your neck it’s usually after he steps behind you, wrapping his arms lazily around your hips and resting his head on your shoulder. He’ll watch what you’re doing, talk to you a bit, and then slowly nuzzle your neck and start pressing his lips against your jaw, trailing down. Sometimes it’s innocent, but if it’s been a stressful day, or you’ve been teasing him, it’s paired with his hips grinding into you, his teeth lightly digging into your neck.

He thinks it’s cute when you kiss his neck, especially if you’re trying to be cute (you don’t have to try very hard with him), but it doesn’t make him moan when you try to turn things hot and heavy. Use your hands or lips on other parts and he’ll make noise. Otherwise, he just lets out a small, happy, sigh, and starts working your shirt off.


Sometimes he’s sweet. Nuzzling, cuddling, peppering kisses all over your face and the beginning of your neck- But be careful because he will blow raspberries there if he’s in a playful enough mood. Multiple ones, in fact, until you’re squealing from laughter, smacking his shoulder to stop. Otherwise, he isn’t shy about letting you know he hopes his kisses lead to something else- Pushing your bodies close, his thigh between your legs, his teeth leaving deep imprints.

He thinks it’s cute when you sneak a few neck kisses on him. Just small little smooches there makes him grin in such a dorky way, but if you pair it up with your hand snaking down to his lower abdomen, teasing fingers at the band of his boxers just barely hidden behind his jeans- He’s a mess. 707.exe has stopped working.


He doesn’t mind you kissing his neck in order to start something more steamy, especially if it’s full with light nips to his neck, but if you try to cutely kiss him there he is giggling. Especially right at the nape of the neck. Who would have thought he was ticklish? But it’s the cutest sound ever, and he gets the biggest grin on his face. He does try pushing you away, but it’s always half-hearted. If he really wants you to stop ghosting your lips over his neck, he will try to tickle back.

His kisses to your neck are always light. Just small kisses over the bottom of your jaw, just barely teasing where your neck starts. Even during more steamy sessions, he’d rather use his hands (and more) to make you gasp and squirm. Otherwise, he only does cute small smooches.


If he kisses your neck there is nothing sweet about it. No cute light kisses, no nuzzling- He’s pushing you against any surface he can, biting, sucking, chuckling breathlessly against your neck. He’s going to tease you until you’re a whimpering mess, and neck kisses is how he starts it off.

Kissing his neck is another story. If it’s cute and sweet, he’s sliiightly confused on why you would kiss him there, instead if his cheek, but he’ll just call you a dork and move on. Though, if you try teasing him there, it’s a quick way to get him riled up and grinding against any part of you that’s close enough.


Originally posted by themosthumanpower

Thor x Young!Reader

“Guys incoming!” Tony yelled as something hurtled towards the group.

“I’ve got it!” Thor called out, reaching his hand out for Mjölnir. “What?” He gasped when it whizzed past him.

“We could use some help!” Steve yelled, raising the shield when something came flying towards him, steadying his feet as he was forced back a little.

“It would appear Mjölnir is not cooperating.” Thor sighed, looking around for where the hammer could hurtle from.

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((Headcanons for the Overwatch girls and things they’d do as your girlfriend n stuff. <3 Enjoy!! Requests are now open again also.))


-Will steal your jackets and big t-shirts. She loves the fact that they smell like you.

-Loves to take you out for fish and chips, casual and fun dates are her favorite.

-Takes plenty of selfies with landmarks of places she visits to show you. Usually talks about how she wished you were there and how the pictures would’ve been even better with you in them.

-Brags about you to everyone.


-Has the coldest hands and feet, will often ask you to warm them up.

-She loves sharing her work with you; it means the world to her if you care about what she does and saving the world.

-She loves cuddling, if you’re sitting down and reading she will just curl into you.

-Gets you a jacket that matches hers, is extremely happy when you wear it.


-Brings you to the gym with her. She doesn’t care if you don’t want to work out; she just wants your support and a good spotter.

-Will carry you if she notices you’re tired.

-Has very cute nicknames for you in Russian.

-Is the absolute best at massages.


-Always watching out for your health, gets worried instantly if you sneeze.

-Often makes really cute things for you to wear. She knits!

-She loves holding your hand, and being close to you.

-Does her best to teach you German and how to take care of your wounds.


-Will do your hair like hers.

-Has no problem glaring at anyone who tries to flirt with you.

-Loves to show you around Egypt. She likes when you take interest in her culture,

-Buys matching shirts and outfits for you.


-Is very subtle about her love for you in public, but is extremely loving when you are alone.

-She sleeps better when you are next to her.

-She knows you’re the one when you comfort her about Gerard.

-Tends to steal your sweets.


-Often talks about you on her livestreams.

-Gets you into a movie with her as her love interest bc she refused to do the movie unless you played her lover.

-Will sit on your lap in public and hang all over you, Hana doesn’t care who sees.

-She tries to cook Korean food for you, note the try part. You eat it anyways to be nice.


-She makes literally almost everything she gives to you.

-Is thrilled/impressed when you know a lot about her country and culture, she then proceeds to recommend movies for you to watch.

-You make her feel safe in large crowds, and she appreciates your understanding and kind nature.

-Laughs whenever you think something is spicy, proceeds to playfully tease you about it.

If there’s a bison miraculous it should go to Kim, just saying… cause he’s bi and he’s my son

in another world we don’t even need to have this conversation. in another world you already know what I want to say before I say it. there, there is no need for words. you tell me you’re afraid of being alone in the way you overfill both of our coffee mugs, the way you never make my side of the bed. I hear about your insecurities in your ever-shaking hands, all the plates they’ve dropped, all the broken glass they’ve caused. you know my last heartbreak in the way I end every phone-call with call me back when you can instead of goodbye. you know I’ve missed you when you come back to all the lights on, to the tv on full volume.

in another world we don’t have to say things to make them real. you know I love you, oh how you know I love you.

Falling asleep on Carl would include :

(Woooo more prompts! Woooo Carl :3 Hope it is as requested and you all like it :3 Gif not mine/found it on google/credit to the original owner.)

-Him being slightly startled to feel some weight in his shoulder, making him glance over at his side to see you

-Him checking to see if anything is wrong and just smiling to realize you are asleep

-Him wanting to check if you really are and doing things that might make you wake up, like passing his hand over your eyes or tickling your cheek

-Him laughing to himself when you wouldn’t wake up at all and just thinking of how cute you are to be such a heavy sleeper

-Whenever you are asleep on him while a car drive, he’d always tell the person driving to be careful as he wouldn’t want you to wake up

-Him adjusting you to his shoulder to make you more comfortable as subtly as he can so to not wake you up

-Him just laughing whenever you would either drool or snore lightly, only to tease you about it when you would wake up

-Him sometimes tucking your hair away just to have a look at you before kissing your forehead

-Him sometimes having the courage to wrap his arm behind your shoulders to hold you

-Him usually ending up falling asleep as well with his head resting on top of yours

Selfcare tips for smart cookies who are sad

If you want to feel a little better mon amour, i gathered some things i like to do in hopes that it’ll help you!

🌸 go ahead and hop into the shower. take a few minutes to really massage that schampoo into your hair. clean and fresh YAS

🌸 use a body lotion and use one that smells good(i recommend “very sexy” by Victorias Secret) (because it’s very sexy hihi)

🌸 put on a nice parfume, if you don’t have one you can borrow from a family member/friend or you can buy one(i recommend “viva la juicy” by juicy couture and “eternity aqua” by calvin clein) (somewhat expensive but sooo good y'all can come here and i’ll give u you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture and you get juicy couture everyone gets juicy couture

🌸 take a few moments and write a list about things that make you happy(for example: coffee, holding hands with your grandma, all the relationships you’re gonna have in the future, re-reading your favourite book, family dinners, when the leaves turn orange in autumn)

🌸 make yourself or buy your comfort food(s), mine being tortellini, vegan pizza and coffee mmmmmmm coffee

🌸 send out a few sincere compliments to people. tell your friend what you love about her/him/hen, tell your mom you’re thankful for everything she does. alot of times giving love means getting love and nothing bad about good karma am i right

🌸 write down everything that bothers you on a piece of paper, start with “dear maya..” or “dear paul..” write it for a person thats never gonna read it (or if you feel like you want too you can always message me and rant about your whole life I’m all yours)

🌸 if you don’t wanna think about something you can always try to learn a new language via duolingo, it really gets you focused on something else(advice from your coach-my self- i think you should learn swedish or french because they’re both equally hard and beautiful) if thats not something you find intresting you can always pick up a feel-good book, my favourite being “Anna and the french kiss” by Stephanie Perkins! light up some candles, make yourself some tea and cuddle down somewhere

🌸 watch a movie or tv-show!! i was really unhappy at one point but then i somehow started watching Jane The Virgin and it was sooooo funny and soooo good(the hype is real, watch) and it made me feel better

🌸 look up some nice quotes, my faves are
• “And then there’s light, It just takes time”
• “Pleure: les larmes sont les pétales du cœur.” (which is French for “Cry: tears are the heart’s petals.”)
• “Choose to be happy, It feels better”

🌸 listen to happy songs
• Classic by MKTO
• Price Tag by Jessie J(old but always get’s me dancing)
• Can’t Stop The Feeling by Justin Timberlake
• Forget You by CeeLo Green(forreal this is sooo good hahah)

🌸 before you go to bed, moisturize your face with a tiny bit of coconut oil - also put on some chapstick because you’ll wake up with a smooth face and soft lips and you’ll feel like a queen mon chérie

🌸 if you ever feel worthless, read this
• i am so happy you’re here
• i think you’re the cutest person that has ever read this
• i believe that you will reach your dream, whatever it may be, and you will be awesome
• relax, drop your shoulders, breath
• dogs everywhere love you and they get so excited when they see you because they wanna say Hello so badly
• with every breath you take, you help plants and flowers live
• you’re making a difference
• you’re stronger than you think
• you have a great sense of humour that people enjoy
• everything is better when you’re around

Surprises (Part 2)

Originally posted by kylogue

A/N: I don’t love this but I said I’d do a part 2 so here it is, it went in a totally different direction than i thought it would but…well, I am a beacon of sin and it just happened, sue me. 

Part 1 / Part 3

Summary: Jughead needs a lot more sleep than hes getting, and you’re not about to let him avoid it. Hey, he might even enjoy it.

Word Count: 1,561

Warnings: None, I don’t think. It gets a tiny bit sexy but it’s definitely not smut. 

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god bless the internet

Okay 20 odd years ago i was oddly terrified of home economics classes because:

a. can’t cook

b. can’t sew/embroider

c. can’t crochet

d. can’t household worth a damn

The teachers back in grade school tended to assume we were taught crochet and sewing basics by our respective mamas and grandmamas and kinda zipped us along in class.  I didn’t learn how to properly operate an old school non-electric sewing machine until high school, because FINALLY there was one student to a sewing machine, so I could figure it out and realize “WELL SHIT SON I CAN MAKE MYSELF NICE THINGS AND I LIKE IT.”

(I made myself a quilted bag.  It lasted all four years of high school.)


(Obviously, I more or less got through this because actually, man or no man, knowing how to household ARE USEFUL SURVIVAL SKILLS THAT ANY PERSON SHOULD KNOW - SO MAKE YOUR OWN DAMN SANDWICH AND SEW YOUR OWN DAMN BUTTONS.)

But now it’s not about being a “proper lady” - it’s simply knowing how to make things with your own hands, using string and needle and hook and yarn and creating pretty things that you can admire, use or both.  It’s knowing that you created an actual work of art with needle and thread - and embroidery/cross-stitching is an art form, even if you’re following counted cross stitch patterns.  THAT SHIT IS HARD AND TAKES PATIENCE AND CARE AND CRAFT, OKAY?

It’s finally picking up that crochet hook and yarn and relearning an old skill and learning new tricks along the way and making something pretty and useful knowing that it’s not about grades, it’s the satisfaction of having made something pretty and useful. 

And God bless the internet because I can quietly lurk on youtube and watch tutorial videos and figure stuff out.  God bless the Internet because I no longer feel like my clumsy, idiot nine year old self who couldn’t seem to follow along Teacher’s apparently simple and easy instructions, who kept being told that my stitches were “too tight” and who was made to feel like I’d be a failure at life if I couldn’t pass this “simple” class. 

Now when I feel the need to “unplug” from Real Life, I can just grab my craft bag of threads, needles, yarn and hooks and choose whether I’ll make myself a doily or continue my current cross stitch project. 

Imagine Steve catching you sneaking off

Requested by @netflixa with the prompts: “Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” &  “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.” Tags under the cut. 

“Can I ask you why you wanna push your luck? ‘Cause that’s what you’re doing,” the familiar voice coming from behind you hit a nerve and you sighed to calm yourself down.

Spinning around, you holster your katana and smiled at Captain America himself, “Not that my choices are any of your business, but I’ve turned over a new leaf.”

“A new leaf, huh?” Steve smirked skeptically and strolled right up to you. “Is that why you’re leaving in the middle of the night?”

“You caught me,” you retorted with false innocence.

Steve’s smile faded and actual concern fell upon his face, “Come on, Y/N. What are you doing?”

Pulling down your black hood, you shrugged. “I’m trying to make things right, I’m going to help my friend.”

“We’re your friends,” his hand reached over and landed on your shoulder; the warmth killed you.

“You of all people should understand the position I am in,” you scoffed and looked down at your watch. He was expecting you soon. “I have to go, he needs my help.”

“Murdock is a big boy, we have bigger things to fight,” his own words made him wince, because Steve knew what you were feeling.

“You sound like Tony,” you remarked with a tiny bit of disgust. “I fucked up and ran from my problems, leaving Matt to deal with the aftermath. I left Hell’s Kitchen and became an Avenger.”

Steve removed his hand and looked toward the door, “You’re going to get hurt.”

“I always do,” you chuckled. “Jesus, Steve. We’re all fighting the same battle here, you do see that right?”

“Yeah,” Steve’s voice was filled with remorse. “I get it, do what you have to.”

“But?” You asked with suspicion.

Steve stepped toward you, lifting his palm to your face. His blue eyes soften and a small sad smile appeared on his face. “Come back to me, in one piece.”

You grinned and clutched the front of his shirt, pulling him down to your lips. He kissed you gently, wrapping his arms around your waist. You groaned into his mouth and tugged at his blond locks.

“I have to go,” you whispered in between kisses, slowly breaking your lips from his.

“Yeah,” he managed a tight smile and cleared his throat. “Don’t get yourself killed.”

“Well, I have something to come back to now,” you patted Steve’s chest and winked at him.

He watched you walk toward the door and he couldn’t do it. There was no way he was going to let you walk out of that door alone, so he called out your name. When you turned to see what he wanted, he was already in front of you. “Give me a minute, let me go suit up.”

Laughing, you followed him out the door. “Oh, Matt’s gonna love this.”

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riverdalewritings  asked:

Number 44 with Jughead and reader!

FOOTBALL GAME? IS that the one where they hit the big, orange ball with the bat?” Your boyfriend is a mass of sharp angles and jutting bones atop your floral-patterned bedding. From the outsider’s vantage, one would say he emanates an air of discomfort—beanie still crowning his head, ragged leather jacket blanketing his shoulders, even his feet remain tucked inside his worn boots—but, to your knowledge, this is his highest state of relaxation. Iron rods have materialized from a decade and a half of misery, guarding his gelid heart, and shielding him from curious outsiders. He says there’s something special about you; you think that’s how you managed to slip through the gates.

“You’re funny.”

“You’re cute.” The reflection of a boy in your vanity mirror winks. Involuntarily do your lips ascend into a pillowy crescent. “But seriously, it’s not my scene.” And then aforementioned lips descend.

Steely optics seek out his tangible form, goading you into pivoting on the balls of your feet. “What does that mean?”

His brows graze his hairline in a terse, first meeting. “It’s not my scene? It’s not my thing? I don’t do school events?” The questionable lilt that punctuates every last statement plucks on your frangible nerves. Of course Jughead doesn’t like school events, one glimpse of him is all the confirmation necessary, but he does like you, and you like school events—a message you attempt to convey with your facial ticks.

He isn’t comprehending.

“O-kay? And I don’t do Nancy Drew and The Hardy Boys, but do I not sit with you at Pop’s every night, going through evidence I don’t give a damn about to help you write your novel?” Baby pink nails cut into a curling palm, and—

—Oh, he’s getting it now.

Jughead tucks pallid digits underneath his cap, massaging the skin usually hidden underneath. “That’s different, Y/N.”

“How so?” you persist.

“Uh, I dunno, ‘cause my shit actually has a purpose?”

It’s not raining, but the cold seeps into your uniform and laces through your bones.

“As opposed to cheerleading, right? That’s what you’re trying to say? The River Vixens’ only purpose is to raise tents in pants?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call that a purpose since it’s a considerably easy feat,” he murmurs through clenched teeth and stiffened jaw. Your spine straightens—an aftershock of, well, shock. You’d find it comedic how his gaze enlarges, his sardonic bite and exactly who was being subjected to it dawning on his cognition, if anger wasn’t coiling around the mass of your stomach. Jughead displays both palms in a bid of surrender. “That came out wrong.”

“There’s a right way for something like that to come out?”


Now, you lift a hand. Your boyfriend’s focal point snags on the half-moon indents that desecrate your palm. “No. No.” The wear and tear of six months spent with a boy who isn’t as immersed in your interests as you his finally laps over you. He can’t attend one game, not one for you. “I’m good at cheer. I’m really good.”

The raven-locked boy lopes long legs over the edge of the bed, sitting from his previous lackadaisical position. “I know that.”

“How could you? From mandatory pep rallies? You bring your laptop to those, Jughead.”

He doesn’t disregard this fact, opting to offer a soft “I stop typing when you perform.” He thinks it’s a compromise; you think it’s a cop out.

You swing (literally, swing) into action and your bedroom’s threshold is the end-goal. Jughead tosses himself off the mattress, thrusting himself in front of your mobile form and nearly skittering into the doorframe. Dexterous digits curl around your shoulders, though you think the gesture’s done more for his balance than to immobilize you.

“I’m shit with words,” he begins.

“No, you’re great with words.” Thin lips quirk, and you wish he wasn’t so damn cute. “You’re just a shit boyfriend.” You utilize the loosening of his grip to your advantage, shrugging his hands and his touch and him away from you. “Look, I don’t wanna look like a fool anymore than you do. So here’s your chance, Jug, tell me. Tell me you’re not interested in me anymore. Tell me the reason why I’m giving you my all and you’re giving me half is because you’re sick of me. Tell me, Jughead. Be honest with yourself, be honest with me!”

A beat of silence.

And then two.

“Not interested in you anymore?” he half-echoes, half-sputters. Incredulity paints his sharp features. From knitted brows above cerulean irises down to slightly agape pink pout, Jughead’s disbelief is like a grass stain on white shorts. Unbelievably stubborn and not going anywhere. “Y/N, I am so interested in you it’s sickening. Literally. You make my stomach hurt.” (You hate that a chuckle rumbles from your chest. Jughead grins.) “Honestly, I thought you were into the whole Jason Blossom mystery thing. You love Criminal Minds.”

“It’s not scary when it’s on TV.”

He visibly softens at this, back winding into its comfortable slouch. “No, it’s not. And I’m sorry I never asked you how you felt.”

So you’re not sick of me?

Your gaze follows the swing of his head. “I am the farthest thing from sick of you. You make me sick” —Jughead catches your hand before it could make playful contact with his shoulder “—but I’m not sick of you, no.” He swipes his thumb across the skin pulled taunt against your knuckles. “If anything, I’m a little in love with you.”

This confession, subtle but heavy, sinks its claws into your disposition, altering your expression sans consent. You aren’t aware you’re wearing your perturbation as well as you are your uniform until Jughead says:

“Gee, baby, I hope that’s your ‘I love you, too’ face.”

So he did say the l-word.

“No. No, of course, I just–I never thought you would say it first. Is that–? That’s the first time you’ve said I love you.”

“Yeah, and it doesn’t mean shit unless I start showing you. So from now on whatever you’re into, I’m into. You like cheer, I like cheer. You like watching bad Netflix movies at 2 in the morning, so do I. You like Reggie Mantle, I–well, I don’t have to like everything you like, do I?” The tip of his nose crinkles in jocular distaste. Your own laugh of euphoria rings in your ears.

“Juggie, you mushball.”

shakeithoney  asked:

Hey💗 Svt members react to you dancing around the kitchen to songs in your native language! That would be awesome:) Thank you in advance and can't wait to see more...🖐

Seventeen members react to you dancing around the kitchen to songs in your native language!

S Coups:

You would probably catch him staring at you from across the room. “I just can’t keep my eyes off you, Y/N. You’re too gorgeous…”

Originally posted by egg-uh-tart-uh


Would smile to himself but wouldn’t say anything as he’d be too afraid for you to get shy and stop your actions.

Originally posted by jeonhhan


He’d already understand most of the lyrics because of you teaching him your language. He’d join you starting to translate most of the text into Korean as for you to realize his newly developed language skills.

Originally posted by amemericans


Honestly…His hands would be all over you as he’ll never be able to stand your cuteness! “Do you want to provoke me, Y/N?”

Originally posted by lunejun


He’d already be with you in the kitchen preparing the meal for dinner. He’d be smirking to himself enjoying your little dance session.

Originally posted by visual-17


Minghao would fawn over how cute you were after walking in on you dancing to a foreign song. He can’t help but to show you some moves that needed to be involved in your little dance session.

Originally posted by minghaos


He’d lean in the doorframe thinking about wether not to distract you and keep watching you or to throw you over his shoulder carrying you to the bedroom…

Originally posted by mc-gyu


Would innerly beat himself up for not being able to understand the lyrics but would enjoy the view anyways.

Originally posted by wonuflake


He’d start singing to the song you’re dancing to even though he’d not understand a single word and you’d both be a giggling mess having the time your life.

Originally posted by theoneandonlylioness


Seeing you with your eyes closed swinging your hips to an upbeat song would be one of his dreams come true. He’d be right next to you guiding you through the song.

Originally posted by fyhoshi


He’d totally freak out over how cute you could be. He wouldn’t be able to control himself and would start dancing with you around the kitchen.

Originally posted by seungkvvan


“I’m so blessed”, he’d whistle before giving you a short peck. You were his favorite of all time and seeing you dancing and singing in your mother tongue was one of the reasons why.

Originally posted by sneezes


I can imagine him being really confident around you. He’d probably take your hand making a cute couple-thing out of your little dance session.

Originally posted by performanceunit

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- love, Kitty