my heart is melting right now

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HOW CANT I RESIST TO THESE BEAUTIFUL AND HOT OF JIHYUN KIM!!!💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙💙

HIS EYES THOU💙💙💙💙💙 RIGHT TO THE KOKORO💘

BUT ANYWAY…I JUST WANNA SAY.. I LOVE YOU MY DEAR V..JIHYUN KIM😭😭💙..

thou my 1st crush was Jumin..But Now YOU HAVE TAKEN ALL MY HEART!💙💙 I DEAR YOU!..and also im so happy that Jumin is his best friend><.. i love their friendship is so deep thank u for understand v jumin and hosan lee you your gentleman voice..my heart melt everytime speaks..i cant resist>□<.. i wish can meet his va : u love v..so why me not like jumin and mc are on side></..></..>

anonymous asked:

I'm polyamorous so I have two partners! One is named Conn, they're bigender and they are so sweet and passionate and lovely. They dye their hair a lot, right now it's purple, and they have bright green eyes that melt my heart. My other partner is my girlfriend named Romy. She's so funny and wonderful and she gives me hope. We could talk for hours and never get bored of each other. She has beautiful blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I want to kiss both of them so bad but they live far away!

Stay strong little homo 👍🏻

IDK IF ANYONE HAS POINTED THIS OUT BUT

not only did Yuuri have a billion posters of Viktor on his room, he also kept a picture of Viktor FRAMED ON HIS DESK RIGHT WHERE HE COULD ALWAYS SEE IT

and unless it’s merely an animation error not only did he keep a framed picture of Viktor, he also took the time to swap said picture from time to time

AND EVEN AFTER HIS PANIC WHERE HE REMOVED ALL THE POSTERS AFTER VIKTOR’S ARRIVAL HE STILL KEPT THE FRAME

however it’s impossible to tell EXACTLY WHAT is in the frame right now so maybe it’s not Viktor anymore, but instead Vicchan (my poor heart if that’s the case) bUT WHO KNOWS maybe he did keep one picture 

please protect this pure boy at all cost he makes my heart melt he’s so adorable and loved Viktor for so long 

Record Player - Peter Parker

request -  Hello! Congrats on the new bloooog. How about a Peter Parker x reader where the reader tries to teach him how to slow dance before homecoming and they end up kissing?

a/n - i’m an ib history nerd so i apologize for the 13 million references in here LMAO i always try to show peter’s dorky side in these fics and i’m sorry if it failed miserably but dont’ forget to request a peter parker/spider-man fic if you’d like and follow!

Studying for a History quiz was such a bother, especially with the content being about some guys in suits fighting over which country got money and which one was left in the dust. Alas, I had to study in order to keep my self pride.

The New Look Policy was proposed by Dwight Eisenhower to reflect his concern towards the United States military during the Cold War.” I read from my textbook.

I groaned and started scribbling into my notebook once more, silently listening to the noise the city produced from the small crack of the open window. The apartment was quiet tonight considering my mom was on her fourth night shift of the week, allowing some peace for me to study by myself. That was interrupted once two loud knocks were bouncing off the door.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I heard Peter yelp desperately from the outside. I rolled my eyes and got up from my seat, heading towards the door. With Peter being a close friend, and also having him live two floors below me, it caused for a lot of situations like this to turn up unexpectedly.

“Coming!” I chimed, unlocking the door and opening it just a tiny bit, peeking my head through. “What’s up?”

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anonymous asked:

what was that fic u read, i needmore sweet n soft keith in my life

actually u know the fuck what ? im gonna rec all the Good, Soft keith fics i can find in my bookmarks bc y’all deserve that

melting hesitation by sleapygazelle
LOWKEY HIDDEN RELATIONSHIP BUT GOT DAMB MY ASS EXPLODED

comfort beneath the covers by vulpesvulpes713
lance called keith a ding-dong and i knew right away this fic was gonna save my FUCKING life

open hearts by whitehorsetiger
i havent read this one in a while but my comments on the bookmark suggest this has a really Good™ keith in it kdfjnvkbjnvkjebfd

every little thing that you do by biibii
OOFOODIDIDUFHUHUGU KEITH SAID SORRY TO A CHAIR THIS FIC WAS SUPER CUTE AND I READ IT LIKE THREE (3) TIMES

a man’s man by general_button
““you’re a man’s man now. more specifically, my man.”“ KFJHNRKNTGBVNEKJRNJVJKEBFKJBFD B BITCH !!!!!!!! BITHC OK

no greater gift by usernicole
i know i already recc’d this one before BUT MY HEART IS SCREAMING !!! KEITH LOVES THAT CAT SO MUHC LIKE IM IMAGINGNJ THAT ONE SCENE WHERE HES SMILING AT HIM AND EKJNEKJBNKEFJBJNKBEND DUDE UDE UDE

just my cup of tea by skyestiel
;^) hey hey now …………….I NEED TO REREAD THIS TBH … GOOD STUFF

anyway here u go :3c a few good soft keith fics ! im sure i have more on my ao3 @ boys so check it out if ya want some more

I AM SO OVERWHELMED BY THE FEELINGS IN MY HEART RIGHT NOW. MY TINY HEART IS TOO TINY FOR THIS NONSENSE LIKE WHAT IN THE FUCK

EMMA IS MAKING FUCKING PANCAKES

IN A ROBE AND WE ALL FUCKING KNOW WHAT HAPPENED THE NIGHT BEFORE WHILE KILLIAN WALKS UP BEHIND HER IN AN UNBUTTONED VEST WHICH LBR IS BASICALLY HIM BEING NAKED LIKE THE NUMBER OF LAYERS ON THIS MAN AT ALL TIMES IS ABSURD BUT LIKE

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT LOOK DIRECTLY AT IT.

THIS IS LIKE THE FUCKING SUN. I AM BLINDED BY THE JOY AND THE HAPPINESS AND THE CONTENTMENT AND THE WAY HE’S GRINNING INTO HER SKIN AND THE WAY SHE BITES HER LIP. THIS IS AHHHHHHHHH MAKE IT STOP

AND SHE LIKE FUCKING POUNCES ON HIM AND HER HANDS DON’T FUCKING STOP MOVING AND HER LIPS ARE SO INSISTENT AND 

SHE KEEPS FUCKING PULLING HIM CLOSER AND CLOSER AND WHAT T H E F U C KKKKK I CANNOT HANDLE THIS EVEN A LITTLE

ALSO CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW WILD HER HAIR IS? SHE CLEARLY JUST WOKE UP AND CAME DOWN TO MAKE THEM BOTH PANCAKES BECAUSE THEY MUST BE STARVING AND HE GOT DRESSED HALF WAY AND CAME DOWN TO FIND HER WHEN HE SMELLED ALL THE NICE THINGS AND THEN HE SEES HER WITH HER HAIR ALL WILD AND HER FACE ALL FRESH AND GLOWY AND HAPPY AND WHO CAN BLAME HIM FOR WANTING TO KISS HER OK?

OK BUT WHAT KILLS ME THE DEADEST IS THAT SHE PULLS AWAY JUST SO SHE CAN LOOK AT HIM. CLEARLY SHE WANTS TO KEEP KISSING HIM BUT IN THAT MOMENT, SHE NEEDS SO SEE HIS FACE, TO SEE AGAIN HOW MUCH HE LOVES HER AND WHAT SHE HAS NOW AND I CANNOT LOOK AT HIS SMILE THIS IS TOO MUCH *SHIELDS EYES*

GUYS, GUYS, GUYS. I THINK SHE LOVES HIM.

AND I THINK HE LOVES HER.

SHE’S SO FUCKING HAPPY AND SHE LOOKS SO YOUNG HERE AND SO HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND SHE LOVES HIM SO MUCH OMG

HE CAN’T BELIEVE IT EITHER BECAUSE WHO WOULD HAVE FUCKING THOUGHT RIGHT? 

AND THEN SHE’S LIKE FUCK WAIT MUST GET BACK TO THE KISSING. HE’S SO GOOD AT THE KISSING. MUST TOUCH SOFT LIPS AGAIN.

AND UGH IT STARTS SO SOFT BUT PICKS UP SO FUCKING QUICK LIKE WTF AND HE JUST RESPONDS WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT LIKE THIS IS TOO MUCH FOR ME BECAUSE THEY LOVE EACH OTHER AND WANT EACH OTHER SO MUCH, IT MAKES MY HEART MELT ALSO SEEING THAT RING ON HER FINGER IS HURTING MY EYES AGAIN.

THE HANDS, THE HANDSSSSSS

WILL NO ONE THINK OF THE POOR FANGIRLS?! WHY WOULD YOU KISS THIS WAY?! WITH THE FRANTIC PULLING EACH OTHER CLOSER AND THE HANDS THAT WON’T STOP TOUCHING. WHY WOULD YOU HURT ME THIS WAY YOU ASSHOLES?!

I CAN’T TAKE IT BECAUSE THEY’RE SMILING THE ASSHOLES DO THEY NOT KNOW WHAT THIS IS DOING TO MY SMALL TINY HEART?!

TO HELL WITH THE PANCAKES. YASSS EMMA, YASSSSS.

AND SHE FUCKING PUSHES HIM INTO THE TABLE AND SHE’S PROBABLY BETWEEN HIS LEGS RIGHT NOW AND HIS HAND IS RUNNING UP AND DOWN HER BACK AND HIS HOOK IS HOLDING HER STEAD BECAUSE SHE CANNOT STOP MOVING HER HANDS

AND LIKE FUCKING SOMEONE HAS TO KEEP THEM FROM FALLING ONTO THE TABLE BUT BY THE LOOKS OF IT, EMMA TOTALLY WANTS KILLIAN TO FALL ONTO HIS BACK RIGHT THERE OK?! LIKE NOPE LET’S JUST DO THE DO RIGHT HERE. SMOOSHING BOOTIES ON THE DINING TABLE.

AND LOL THE SHOCK! THEY’RE SO DAZED THIS IS HILARIOUS

AND KILLIAN SAYING LIKE OH YOUR MOTHER HAS A KEY. THAT’S GOOD INFORMATION. YES OK. TRY TO CALM DOWN NOW.

THE SHOCK AND THE WIDE EYES LOLOLOL

BUT OK I FUCKING LOVE HOW EMMA JUST LOOKS AMUSED PRETTY MUCH THROUGH THIS WHOLE EXCHANGE BECAUSE THOUGH SHE REALLY, REALLY WANTS TO DO THE DO WITH HER FIANCE IN THEIR HOUSE (WHAT THE FUCK HOW DID WE GET HERE FROM CLIMBING A BEANSTALK TOGETHER ONE TIME FUCK FUCK FUCKKKK) 

SHE NEVER THOUGHT SHE’S HAVE THIS EITHER? HER MOTHER ACCIDENTALLY WALKING IN ON THEM AND LIKE IT’S LIKE EMBARRASSING OR WHATEVER BUT SHE’S JUST SO FUCKING HAPPY TO HAVE ALL THIS IN HER LIFE NOW? THESE MOMENTS OF PEACE AND LOVE AND SILLINESS

AND LOL SHE’S LIKE NOOOO AND KILLIAN IS LIKE HAHAHA YES WE WERE ABOUT TO BANG YOUR MAJESTY. I HAVE A SERIOUS PROBLEM RN LOL ALSO I LOVE THAT THOUGH SNOW IS RIGHT THERE, EMMA STRAIGHT UP DOEAN’T MOVE FOR FUCKING AGES AND JUST KEEPS RUNNING HER HANDS OVER KILLIAN’S SHOULDERS, SOOTHING HIM  AND TOUCHING HIM STILL AND KILLIAN’S HAND DOESN’T MOVE FROM HER WAIST EITHER

LIKE DESPITE THE DISCOMFORT, IT’S ALSO SUCH A COMFORTABLE MOMENT?! IT’S SO DOMESTIC AND ORDINARY AND EMMA IS STILL STROKING KILLIAN’S ARM HERE AND I AM IN SO MUCH PAIN *CRIES TEARS OF BLOOD* AND THEY ONLY FUCKING STAND WHEN SNOW IS LIKE UMM PANCAKES LOLOL

AND THIS ASSHOLE LOLOLOL HE IS SO UNAMUSED. I’VE LOST MY APPETITE. BRACING FUCKING SHOWER HE SAYS  LOLOLOL

THIS CHEEK KISS, THE PANCAKES, THE KILLIAN’S HAND ON HER WAIST AGAIN. THE DOMESTICITY OF IT ALL

LOOK HOW HAPPY SHE IS. DO YOU SEE IT? DO YOU SEE THE JOY IN HER EYES?! SHE’S SO HAPPY GODDAMNIT

*THROWS ALL THE THINGS*

THIS IS TOO MUCH. I CANNOT HANDLE THIS. FUCKING FUCK FUCKKK

here are a bunch of AMAZING fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of august. I recommend that you read these great fics in september, if you haven’t already!! also check out the HL Summer Fic Exchange!

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)


1. How Far We’ve Come 32k

“This is Harry Styles,” Chiron offers.

He’s beautiful. His eyes are a stunning green, the color of new foliage. The new kid’s limbs are long and lanky—he looks extremely uncomfortable and uncoordinated. Louis internally smirks to himself, guessing the kid probably won’t be too skilled with a sword, or a bow, or anything sharp, most likely. His hair falls to his shoulders in sets of loose, brown curls. The color is rich and luscious, resembling soil so much that it looks like flowers could sprout from his hairline at any moment. But Louis’ eyes are stuck on his soft looking lips, pink as flower petals and slightly parted as his eyes scan the horizon of the camp.

“Welcome to Camp Half-Blood, Harry.”

2. It’ll All Come Up Roses 4k *

Louis was leaning against the railing of the bridge, looking down at the water completely lost in thought when he heard someone approach the bridge from the side that he came from. Glancing up, he noticed Harry walking towards him, hands stuffed deep in his pockets, and seemingly lost in thought. Louis shifted his weight onto his other foot and stood up properly, watching quietly as Harry walked past him. Louis opened his mouth. He wanted to say something to Harry to break the silence, or at least to get him to notice him standing there against the bridge railing - but the words got stuck in Louis’ throat, and he snapped his mouth shut, going back to staring down at the water mindlessly instead. All the while, trying hopelessly to figure out what the fuck he’s doing with his life. Harry kept walking, and soon Louis was once again left alone to his thoughts.

Or the one where Louis really doesn’t hate his neighbor who keeps waking him up at the crack of dawn. Ft magic, Liam, Niall, and Zayn barely being mentioned, Harry and his fucking motorcycle, a date and a kiss.

3. Freeze This Moment in a Frame and Stay Like This 5k

Harry (not so) secretly crushes on the cute footie player and fills pages with sketches of him.

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Dance With The Devil
Immortal Technique
Dance With The Devil

warning: this song is pretty graphic

to fully understand the story of the song

read the lyrics below while you listen

I once knew a nigga whose real name was William
His primary concern, was making a million
Being the illest hustler, that the world ever seen
He used to fuck movie stars and sniff coke in his dreams
A corrupted young mind, at the age of thirteen
Nigga never had a father and his mom was a fiend
She put the pipe down, but for every year she was sober
Her son’s heart simultaneously grew colder
He started hanging out, selling bags in the projects
Checking the young chicks, looking for hit-and-run prospects
He was fascinated by material objects
But he understood money never bought respect
He built a reputation ‘cause he could hustle and steal
But got locked once and didn’t hesitate to squeal
So criminals he chilled with didn’t think he was real
You see, me and niggas like this have never been equal
I don’t project my insecurities on other people
He fiended for props like addicts with pipes and needles
So he felt he had to prove to everyone he was evil
A feeble-minded young man with infinite potential
The product of a ghetto-bred capitalistic mental
Coincidentally dropped out of school to sell weed
Dancing with the devil, smoked until his eyes would bleed
But he was sick of selling trees and gave in to his greed

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

So Billy started robbing niggas, anything he could do
To get his respect back, in the eyes of his crew
Starting fights over little shit, up on the block
Stepped up to selling mothers and brothers the crack rock
Working overtime for making money for the crack spot
Hit the jackpot and wanted to move up to cocaine
fulfilling the Scarface fantasy stuck in his brain
Tired of the block niggas treating him the same
He wanted to be major like the cut-throats and the thugs
But when he tried to step to 'em, niggas showed him no love
They told him any motherfucking coward can sell drugs
Any bitch nigga with a gun can bust slugs
Any nigga with a red shirt can front like a blood
Even Puffy smoked a motherfucker up in a club
But only a real thug can stab someone till they die
Standing in front of them, staring straight into their eyes
Billy realized that these men were well-guarded
And they wanted to test him before business started
Suggested raping a bitch to prove he was cold-hearted
So now he had a choice between going back to his life
Or making money with made men, up in the cife
His dreams about cars and ice made him agree
A hardcore nigga is all he ever wanted to be
And so he met them Friday night at a quarter to three

Everyone trying to be trife never face the consequences
You probably only did a month for minor offences
Ask a nigga doing life if he had another chance
But then again there’s always the wicked that knew in advance
Dance forever with the devil on a cold cell block
But that’s what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock
Devils used to be gods angels that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot

They drove around the projects slow while it was raining
Smoking blunts, drinking and joking for entertainment
Until they saw a woman on the street walking alone
Three in the morning, coming back from work, on her way home
And so they quietly got out the car and followed her
Walking through the projects, the darkness swallowed her
They wrapped her shirt around her head and knocked her onto the floor
“This is it kid, now you got your chance to be raw.”
So Billy yoked her up and grabbed the chick by the hair
And dragged her into a lobby that had nobody there
She struggled hard but they forced her to go up the stairs
They got to the roof and then held her down on the ground
Screaming, “Shut the fuck up and stop moving around!”
The shirt covered her face, but she screamed and clawed
So Billy stomped on the bitch, 'til he broken her jaw
Them dirty bastards knew exactly what they were doing
They kicked her until they cracked her ribs and she stopped moving
Blood leaking through the cloth, she cried silently
And then they all proceeded to rape her violently
Billy was made to go first, but each of them took a turn
Ripping her up, and choking her until her throat burned
Her broken jaw mumbled for God but they weren’t concerned
When they were done and she was lying bloody, broken and bruised
One of them niggas pulled out a brand new twenty-two
They told him that she was a witness for what she’d gone through
And if he killed her he was guaranteed a spot in the crew
He thought about it for a minute, she was practically dead
And so he leaned over and put the gun right to her head

I’m falling and I can’t turn back
I’m falling and I can’t turn back

Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life
He thought about the cocaine with the platinum and ice
And he felt strong standing along with his new brothers
Cocked the gat to her head, and pulled back the shirt cover
But what he saw made him start to cringe and stutter
'Cause he was staring into the eyes of his own mother
She looked back at him and cried, 'cause he had forsaken her
She cried more painfully, than when they were raping her
His whole world stopped, he couldn’t even contemplate
His corruption had successfully changed his fate
And he remembered how his mom used to come home late
Working hard for nothing, 'cause now what was he worth
He turned away from the woman that had once given him birth
And crying out to the sky 'cause he was lonely and scared
But only the devil responded, 'cause god wasn’t there
And right then he knew what it was to be empty and cold
And so he jumped off the roof and died with no soul
They say death takes you to a better place but I doubt it
After that they killed his mother, and never spoke about it
And listen 'cause the story that I’m telling is true
'Cause I was there with Billy Jacobs and I raped his mom too
And now the devil follows me everywhere that I go
In fact, I’m sure he’s standing among one of you at my shows
And every street cypher listening to little thugs flow
He could be standing right next to you, and you wouldn’t know
The devil grows inside the hearts of the selfish and wicked
White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted
You have a self-destructive destiny when you’re inflicted
And you’ll be one of god’s children that fell from the top
There’s no diversity because we’re burning in the melting pot
So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never
Because a dance with the devil might last you forever

our little family pt.3 | park jimin

Originally posted by minblush

Pairing: Father! Jimin + Reader

Genre: Fluff/Angst + parent au

Word Count: 2.9k

Summary: You were just a pre-school teacher, a simple dream that came true as you always adored children. But what you didn’t know, was how one child and her very special father would change you dream forever.

Parts: 1 2 3

Reader’s POV

“Ms.L/N!!”

Looking up from your phone, your lips tilted up into a warm smile as you saw a familiar face enter the room, as she slightly skipped, swinging her lunchbox in one hand.

“Jieun-ah!!” you cheered as you made your way to her, pinching her cheeks softly as you cooed, “How’s my little girl been?”

Giving you a big smile, one that reached all the way up to her round eyes, she gave you a thumbs up and grinned, “I’m great! Daddy and I even got another dog for Charlie so that he wouldn’t be alone anymore.”

Laughing slightly, you remarked, “Well isn’t that sweet of you to do!! By the way, where’s your Daddy, did he not drop you off–?”

“Her Daddy is right here.” a voice said teasingly as you looked up, scoffing a little as Jimin winked at you playfully. Your eyes quickly wandered to the cut on his lip, which to your surprise had seemed to be healing, making you sigh in relief.

Getting up, you patted Jieun’s back and motioned her to go and put away her stuff in her cubby before walking up to Jimin. Motioning to his face, you said softly, “You’re looking better. How did you manage to explain this to Jieun?”

Jimin chuckled as his eyes fell on his little girl who was humming along to a random tune as she walked around the classroom, mindlessly.

“I told her that when she was asleep, her dad went on a mission to save a princess from an evil man, and then got hurt in the fight.” he said as his eyes flickered back to you, making you flush lightly at his words that made your heart flutter.

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Meeting you was like watching a movie that I’m uninterested with but, ended up being as my favorite. You were ordinary as I saw you for the first time. You entered the room wearing worn out pants, work-appropriate shirt and your gestures showed how nervous you were. I fell in love with your silent face. As time goes by, you introduced me to your paradise. And now, your smile is my favorite part of the day. You are the best scene that I’d watch all over again. You are a divine creation. I never thought I’d lay these eyes off of someone as I do, with you.
Meeting you was such a beautiful encounter. You don’t know how beautiful you are whenever you walk around the room, and you made me feel a little crazy when you smile back at me. Oh, you are clueless how it melts my heart every time and how you give chills right down to my spine. I know, you are wondering why I can’t look straight at your eyes whenever we talk. I just don’t want to exhaust every star that is forming inside. Because you are slowly becoming the universe to them.
Meeting you was something I’d be forever grateful. Your name is my favorite word, looking at you when you’re not looking at me is my favorite habit. Your voice creates lovely symphonies in my head. I haven’t seen such colors like yours before, and I’d be perfect if you paint my life with them. I don’t know if we have met somewhere in my deepest dreams, but I’m glad we met here. If this was a movie, you were my favorite part of it.
—  E.J. Cenita, Meeting you changed my perspective about curly hair
Keep Your Comments To Yourself (Star Lord Reader Insert)

#FINISHEDTHISBITCHFINALLYYAS

Warnings: ya’ll already know by now that this is gon’ be the smuttiest shit you ever laid eyes on like hyfr if my mother saw this she’d probably never be able to look me in the ocular sockets again 

Words: 3808 

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Peter refused to stop. The vulgar comments, the improper touching, the suggestive looks, it was driving you completely insane.

The first time it happened, he was co-piloting in the cockpit with Rocket. You strolled in, asking the raccoon if you were almost to your next destination. Jesus, you were in need of some fresh air, for the ship itself felt too confining. Rocket reassured you that you’d all arrive soon, however, it came out more like, “Quit your whining, we’ll get there when we get there.”

Rolling your eyes, you turned on your heel and went to exit. All you wanted was to get away from this cramped vessel, was that too much to ask?

“Hey, stay and sit for a while,” Peter called, stopping you in your tracks. You swiveled around to see his usual shit-eating grin. “I got a special seat for you, right here,” he said, patting his thighs. It totally caught you off guard, for this was the first time he’d ever said anything like this to you. You’d caught him looking at you a couple of times, but he never treated you like the girls he courted at bars. And everyone knew what happened to them.

Having no clue how to react, you just turned and continued on your way, knowing he saw your face flush. You heard him laughing to himself as you made you rapid escape.

But that was only the beginning.

The next day, you had spent about 15 minutes trying to reach a book that had fallen behind your bunk. You were bent over the edge, trying to reach it as best you could. However, your arms were too short and you tried stretching, arching you back to elongate as best you could. The sleek pages just barely brushed against your fingertips and you almost had it until a voice made you nearly jump out of your skin.

“I gotta say, (Y/N), I really like you in this position,” it said, followed by a light smack to your ass. It was Peter. You scoffed at how ridiculous he was and stood up, getting right in his face.

“If you touch me like that again, I will not hesitate to cut off your hands and shove them

up your ass,” you threatened, anger heavy in your tone. His eyes widened for a split second, then he smirked at you.

“Anyone ever tell you how sexy you are when you’re mad?” he asked, leaning into you.

“Couldn’t you be doing something better than running your mouth?”

“Well, there’s a lot of other things I could be doing with my mouth…”

“Ugh, God,” you groaned, disgusted, pushing past him.

A little while later, you were sitting in front of the monitor reading some statistics when something was shoved in your face, blocking your view. Sitting back a little, you recognized it as the exact book you’d dropped behind your bed. Fingers were attached to the spine and your eyes trailed up the arm and saw Peter looking at you with a sly grin as if he’d just done you the biggest favor in the world.

“Thank you,” you muttered. Reaching for the book, he jerked it back close to him. You

got out of chair and went for it again. This time he held it high above your head, his arms longer than yours, which is probably how he got the book in the first place. “Peter, c’mon!”

“Ah ah ah,” he tsked. “You gotta do something for me first.” He tapped his index finger against his lips and puckered them slightly, indicating that he wanted a kiss. You rolled your eyes, but grabbed his leather jacket lapels and tugged him down to your slightly shorter level. You stared deep into his oceanic eyes. The closer you pulled him, and they fluttered closed and the more his body relaxed. Your lips barely brushed against his and he tried moving closer to break the barrier you were putting up, his arms dropping at his sides. That’s when you stole the book out of his grasp and backed away before your lips could actually make full contact. 

“Thanks again,” you hollered and walked out of the room leaving Quill dumbstruck.

The next few days were filled with petty remarks. Every little thing you did, Peter had something to say.

“Bet you taste just as sweet,” he’d say as you popped a piece of candy in your mouth, almost choking.

“I could give you a full-body massage, if you’d like,” he offered smugly as you rubbed your shoulders painfully after a mission.

“Your ass looks awesome today,” he muttered in your ear, giving your bottom a slight pinch at the same time.

“You know, if you really want to have some fraction of a chance with me, you might wanna try better compliments.” He nodded and cleared his throat, stepping closer to you.

“Your ass is looking particularly shapely on this fine evening. Better?” You rolled your eyes and walked away.

Another day passed, however, without innuendos. Not a peep from Quill and you thought maybe, just maybe, you could relax. But he wasn’t done with you yet.

“I’m taking a shower,” you’d said nonchalantly, already making your way to the bathroom. Literally no one else thought anything of it, but the moment the words reached his ears, he snickered and sauntered over to you. He cut in between you and the bathroom door, leaning on the frame and consequently blocking your access.

“Mind if I join you?”

“Yes, I actually do,” you replied intently. Once you actually got past him, Quill swiftly corned you against the bathroom wall and pressed himself right up on you. His arms were on either side of you, restricting any form of flee. Then, he inclined to whisper in your ear. You couldn’t deny that your body was getting a little warm as you felt his equally temperatured breath on your, suddenly very sensitive neck.

“C’mon, baby, what’s it gonna take for you to sit on my face?”

“Get out,” you tried saying sternly, but your own voice betrayed you and faltered. Your heart was beating fast and your breath had caught in your throat.

“Oh c’mon, you want me. I know you do. Just think about it; you in my lap, riding me for hours.” You stayed silent, the image actually forming in your mind. Heavy moans engulfing the two of you, your bodies melted into an intense embrace, his strong arms holding you as he’s hitting all the right places. You had to admit, it was desirable.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)? You’re awfully quiet now,” he began. His sultry tone made heat pool between your legs, slowing dissolving under his dominant demeanor. “I bet I can change that. Bet I can make you scream.” You instinctively licked your lips, your mouth becoming very dry. The area between him and the wall was getting smaller as you felt his lips barely graze against your earlobe, the contact pulling you out from under his spell.

“I said get out!” you shouted this time, regaining your voice. Feeling him smile against

your skin, Peter backed away and leisurely strolled out, knowing he’d gotten to you. The moment the door was closed behind him, you let out and sigh of relief and thanked God that you’d made it out of that one alive.

Another time, you’d just gotten back from a supply run with Drax and were carrying about 3 heavy, paper brown bags in each arm. While he undertook the weight of the hefty cargo with ease, your arms were sore and worn leading you to accidentally drop them. Food and toiletries scattered across the hard floor in all directions. You groaned, but kneeled down anyways and began retrieving the provisions.

“Fuck me,” you cursed yourself.

“I’d love to,” a voice claimed from above. Looking up, your face was at Peter’s crotch exact crotch level and you felt your face heat up. He raised his eyebrows suggestively and, for your benefit, you focused back on cleaning up your mess.

“Shut up.” He kneeled down and looked in your eyes, giving you that cocky grin that let you know he had more to say.

“Make me. I’d sure as hell enjoy it.” You tried to ignore him and finish picking up the items, but he was being childish and only knocked them out of your hands. Your limit was almost near.

“Quill, if you don’t stop, you’re really going to regret it,” you said in a warning tone. He laughed, only fueling your anger more.

“What are you gonna do? Spank me?” he tested. Your eyes shot daggers at him for making such an indecent implication. Crawling across the floor to get the other stuff, you ignored him as best you could. “Or,” he paused, feeling his wandering eyes bore into your ass, “would you rather me spank you?”

“I would rather you leave me alone,” you mimicked his tone. Waiting for another snide response, you whipped your head around and saw Peter was nowhere in sight. Shaking your head, you put the last of the items back into their bags and went to your bunk only to find him lying on your bed. It took about 20 minutes and hundreds of threats for him to leave.

It wasn’t that you found Quill unattractive, quite the opposite really. Of course you thought about him in a sexual way, who wouldn’t? He was damn fine. But he was your friend, that’s it. You prided yourself on not “succumbing to his pelvic sorcery”, as Gamora would say, no matter how hard it was. You’d rather fall down a flight of stairs than be part of his collection of one-night mistresses. Still, Peter seemed hell bent on making this difficult for you and it was gradually becoming so.

Two nights later, you all gathered around for an unusual family-like dinner and he, as expected, scooted his chair a little too closely to you. Rolling your eyes for what seemed like the millionth time, you continued on listening to Rocket and Drax debate fiercely on which knife was better for murdering people. Not the loveliest conversation to have while eating a meal, but you get used to discussions like this when you live with people like this 24/7. Although, your ears automatically drowned out everything else when something warm landed high on your upper thigh.

You glanced down to see none other than Quill’s hand locked on your leg, his thumb rubbing tiny circles in your leg. Trying to pull away, his hand actually kept you in place. His four other fingers dipped further between your thighs and you squeezed them together as to tell him to stop. He let his hand rest there for a little bit and you relaxed a little, for at least he was done for now.

“To be honest, I think a steel blade would- oh!” you gasped, but quickly disguised it with a cough. Peter’s hand had now reached your core and you felt the heat of it through your pants. He began massaging slowly, adding a small amount of pressure to your lower stomach. You cleared your throat and thought about speaking once more, but you knew only provocative noises would escape and kept your mouth shut. He pressed a little harder and caused you to hum, keeping his movements to a minimum so no one would notice him. By the way, how was no one seeing this?!

“Are you feeling alright? Your face is quite pink,” Drax commented, completely oblivious to what was really going on. Peter smirked and looked at you.

“Yeah, (Y/N), are you okay?” he asked innocently, obviously trying to hide a smile. You scowled at him, boiling over with rage.

“I’m fine. I just don’t feel well,” you gritted through your teeth. Everyone else just shrugged and continued on with the conversation without you. Digging your nails into his forearm, he winced a little but kept his dirty paw in place. You just prayed everyone would finish eating soon so you could leave without making an awkward exit. That’s when Peter sneakily popped open the button of your pants. You looked at him, begging him with your eyes to stop to which he just ignored your pleas and placed his hand back on your thigh.  Inhaling slowly, you kept as calm as you could for the sake of not embarrassing yourself in front of the others. However, you stopped caring when he tried slipping his hand down your pants. His fingertips made it right under the waistband of your underwear when you pulled down your shirt and shot out of your seat. Everyone was caught off guard at your rapid actions.

“I feel sick, I’m gonna go lie down,” you announced, your voice a lot louder than you anticipated. You didn’t look at Peter’s face before you left, but you knew he was grinning to himself.

While they finished dinner, you decided to take a shower. Luckily, you made it back to your bunk without any sight of Quill. You tried reading your book once more but your moment of peace was quickly disturbed by a presence once more. Assuming it was him, you instantly snapped.

“WHAT?!” It was actually Rocket, holding his hands up in defense as if you were holding a gun to his face. “Sorry, I thought you were Quill.”

“Yeah,” he said hesitantly, “anyways, we’re going out. Do you wanna come or are you still feeling sick?” They way he said ‘sick’ implied that he didn’t believe it for a second.

“I’m gonna stay back, but thanks.”

“Mhmm,” he hummed knowingly. A little while later, Peter knocked on the frame of your door.

“I came to check on you,” he said casually. You ignored him, still mad at him for the whole dinner fiasco. “Seemed a little flustered back there, (Y/N).”

“Leave me alone,” you ordered, getting up and striding for the door. He trapped you again, pushing you against the wall before you could even make it to the actual door itself. Each of his palms were on the other side of your shoulders and he was a little too close to you, invading your personal space once again. You crossed your arms and looked at anywhere other than his eyes. You knew you’d get out of this, some way or another, so might as well just let him play his little game.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that you absolutely, positively do not want this,” he demanded. While you were able to follow the first set of directions, the words wouldn’t leave your mouth as if they were physically stuck in the back of your throat. God, you couldn’t deny that deep down you did get some form of pleasure from the looks he gave you and the dirty comments that rolled so easily off his tongue. His tongue. Dear Lord, this wasn’t going to end well. “I’m waiting…”

You still didn’t say anything and that’s when the corner of his mouth turned up in a sly smile. Peter chuckled darkly and you turned your head away from him, mortified with yourself. In reply, however, you felt his lips on your neck. An unexpected moan escaped your lips and he used his knee to open your legs a little. His teeth sunk into your neck and you clasped your arms around him. It hurt for a quick moment before he ran his tongue over the bite, soothing the pain. Quill’s hand moved to your waist, rubbing tiny circles with his finger into your hipbone. He kissed all the way down you jaw and cheek to your mouth to pull you into a searing kiss. It completely took your breath away and only added to the dampness between your legs. He pulled away and looked you in the eyes.

“I need to hear you say you want this,” he said, his voice in a much lighter tone than before. Even the lust in his eyes were replaced with something softer. And then it hit you; no matter how much of a pig he was, he still cared.

“Peter, I want this.”

“Are you sure? Because I don’t want you to feel like-”

“You talk way too much for your own good,” you silenced him. There was a sudden grab to your ass, causing you to gasp. Peter took this opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. It entangled with your own in a dance for dominance to which he rapidly took the lead.

Undoing your pants for the second time tonight, Peter’s hand glided into your soaked panties. He laughed to himself when he felt how turned on you were. He ran his fingers back and forth against your slick folds then massage your clit. The sensation made your knees weak and your mind clouded. You broke the kiss, throwing your head back against the wall. It was just the kind of friction you were desperate for.

“My my my, (Y/N), who are you so wet for?” Peter asked purely. You moaned at the sound of his voice and he suddenly stopped, but kept his hand in place. “I asked you a question.”

“You,” you whimpered softly, your eyes screwing shut.

“Mmm, that’s right.” He removed his hand and you whimpered at the loss of contact, but he made up for it with another kiss. Peter had the upper hand in this situation and was now directing you away from the wall and to your bed. During your wobbly dance back to the bed, both of your shirts were lazily tossed onto the floor. You reveled in his amazing physique as he cupped your breasts.

He was the first to make it to the bed and lied down, breaking away from you for a split second only to quickly pull you on top of him. The two of you groaned simultaneously as you sat on his stiff groin. You leaned down against his firm torso and kissed his neck, dishing out the same treatment you received earlier. Sucking on the skin right where his pulse was, he sighed. You smiled against him and repeated the action, getting the same reaction from before. One of his hands was resting on your bottom as the other one trailed up the curve of your back to snap your bra open. The garment was tossed onto the messy pile on the floor and he flipped you position so that now you felt the light pressure of the mattress against your back.

Peter laid kisses and bites down your body, stopping momentarily to ravage your breasts pleasantly, and eventually ripped your pants off for good. His lips traced circles on your hip bone that caused goosebumps to erupt all over your skin.Then he forcibly spread your legs, fingers digging into your thighs hungrily. Your heart rate picked up in anticipation for what was about to happen. He nipped and licked at your inner thighs, watching your face though his dark and lustful eyes. He sucked on the tender skin, leaving dark marks in his wake. You exhaled content sighs yet inhaled sharply when he flicked his tongue against your wetness a single time. It was just enough to make you moan, but not enough to feed your insatiable hunger.

“Tell me how bad you want me to eat your pussy,” he ordered.

“God, Peter, I want you to eat my pussy so badly right now,” you practically begged, “Please.”

He chuckled darkly and went to work. He licked patterns and sucked on just the right areas. His tongue as perfect against your aching core and he had to hold your hips down roughly to keep your from wiggling too much. You tugged at his hair, your fingers intertwined with his short locks. When he focused on your clit, your back arched off the sheets. He pumped in two fingers and it was too much pressure to handle at once. The familiar tightening of your lower stomach let you know you were almost there.

“Peter, I’m gonna-“

“Nope, not yet.” He detached himself from you completely and crawled up your body to lay wet, sloppy kisses on your collarbone and neck. You had one hand still tangled in his hair and the other latched onto his shoulder.

“You’re horrible,” you panted, trying to get your breathing back to normal.

“You love me,” he said between kisses along your jaw. You grinned and laughed a little as his facial hair tickled against your skin.

Peter got up and sat on his knees, undoing his pants. You watched carefully, biting your lips as his fingers did the intricate work. Soon, his pants and underwear were gone and you stared at his package, desperately hungry for his thick cock.

Eagerly, you spread your legs for him and ignored his arrogant smirk. Quill kissed your knee as he moved up your body, sliding himself into your innermost parts. You let out a soft cry and a more animistic rumble erupted from his chest.

His thrust were agonizingly slow at first, forcing you to beg him to fuck you.

“You want me to fuck you like this?” his voice as pure as a little boy in Sunday School. His hips moved even slower than before and you couldn’t take it.

“No,” you whined breathily. “Fuck me fast and fuck me hard.”

Then he slammed into and you gasped at the wonderful roughness. Over and over again, until that coil within you twisted tighter and tighter, that special spot being repeatedly hit with each stroke.

“I wanna hear you say my name,” Peter growled into the crook of your neck. You did so, moaning his name loud  enough for it to echo through the ship as you came.

It was dizzying, your mind almost disconnecting from your body for a moment. A warmth flooded through your veins as he came too, grunting a cuss through his teeth.

Peter landed on the bed next to you, chest rising and falling slowly. Your legs felt like jelly and your ran your fingers through your hair, knowing it was a mess. After a minute or so of quietness, you felt your body being pulled.

“Get over here,” Quill demanded playfully, moving you into the encasing of his arms.

“Who knew ladies’ man, Peter Quill, was a ‘cuddler’? I would’ve pegged you more of a hit-and-run kind of guy,” you teased, letting your own arm rest on his chest.

“Well, I’ll let you in on a little secret,” he said, lowering his voice to a whisper whilst brushing his lips against the shell of your ear. “Lucky for you, I only cuddle the ones I like.”

2

“That’s gonna dissolve in 2 hours!”
“No no no no. Come fix this.”
“2 hours! You deserve that”
“I got ice cream in here!”
“You deserve that. You’re a criminal!”

[image description: Aaron Davis sits on the bumper of his car, his left hand still webbed to the trunk door, his right wrapped around a tub of ice cream he’s been drinking from. Melted ice cream is left on his face]

While I have a million-and-one ideas for dad!Tony fanart, figured I should start the Spiderman fanart ball rolling with a tribute to the real hero of the movie. Hat tip to Aaron Davis and a moment of silence for his ruined ice cream… Geez Spidey, have a heart

picture day 🌼|| peter parker

requested: anon

tagged: @ttholland>@clubparker@spideysensesparker @t-oodles

summary: you decide to wear one of peter’s shirts for picture day, causing nothing but cute fluff between you and you’re beautiful boyfriend.

warnings: LOTS of fluff, you know what it isssss :’)


“Why don’t I have at least one cute thing in my closet?” you whined in annoyance after throwing another piece of clothing on the ground. Picture day was by far your least favorite day of the year, and that’s exactly what today was. The struggle of your hair not being frizzy, to finding the perfect outfit - it was the worst day, a day that should not exist. Every year you had a horrible picture that was plastered in the yearbook forever, making you a lot more insecure about your appearance than you were before. You were far from photogenic. It didn’t help that your mom felt obligated to buy the picture every single year and framing them in the living room as if it were some masterpiece.

Eyes scanning your closet, nearly losing all hope and thinking why don’t i just say i’m sick and skip school, you land on the perfect shirt. You borrowed your boyfriend Peter’s clothes often, loving the sweet scent they had, hardly ever feeling lonely when wearing them. You had at least 4 of his sweatshirts and t-shirts, all of them stolen which led to you getting texts saying: ‘babe did u take my red hoodie????? I can’t find it.’

His red flannel was by far your favorite. It was the first article of clothing that you ever borrowed of his, being very special to you - you stole it. He literally doesn’t know why half his damn wardrobe is missing. Such a clueless, sweet boy.

“Perfect.” You smiled, holding the article of clothing to your chest, taking in the scent of your boyfriend, and put on the flannel, not even thinking that Peter would notice. It won’t make a difference, you thought.

**

“Oh, my god, i look horrible.” you exclaim, holding your new ID card that had your picture displayed on it, walking out of the cafeteria where picture day took place. It was by far the worst picture you have ever taken. Your hair gotten frizzy due to the gloomy weather, eyebrows looked wonky, and you absolutely hated the way your smile looked.  I swear the flannel was going to help. It definitely did not help.  Why is my life so messy, like my hair.

“You look fine, dude. Don’t worry.” Your friend assures you. The only thing you were worried about was Peter seeing how awful you looked. Not that he’d break up with you or anything, because homeboy was way too in love with you, but it was embarrassing and you just wanted to delete the photo from your memories and the world.  “I can’t let Peter see this. Never. I look so gross.” You say running your hand through your hair, wishing the photo would burn into a million pieces as you and your friend walk the nearly empty halls.

“Have fun stopping him from doing so,” you turned around to see Peter walking towards you with a sweet smile on his face. It was mid afternoon, and the poor boy hadn’t seen his favorite person all morning. He was especially excited to see your new ID photo. Your friend slowly and awkwardly walks away, muttering something about having to go wash their cat. Bitch, you’re allergic to cats. 

You mentally throw your shoe at her before walking closer to your boyfriend, very nervous.

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anonymous asked:

How about Dragon Age 2 Companions reacting to Hawkes Mabari having a litter of pups and getting asked if they'd want one?

Aveline: She’s thrilled. “Thank you, Hawke.” she says, genuinely pleased as she holds a puppy. “I’ll take good care of them. One day, they’ll help me train guards.” She kisses the puppy. “Who’s going to grow up to chew on recruits? You are!”

Fenris: He’s not sure he should take it in, but his heart melts against his will as Hawke shoves a puppy in his arms. He stares at the pup as the pup stares at him, tail wagging and eyes wide with love. “I suppose it won’t hurt to have a guard dog.” he finally relents. “Thank you.”

Carver: He’s actually smiling. “Finally. A mabari of my own!” he declares as he lifts the puppy into his arms– the pup is already licking his face, and he grins. “Thanks, brother/sister.”

Varric: He’s not sure he can fit the dog where he’s currently living, but he’d be lying if he said that the puppy offered hasn’t already won his heart. He holds it, stroking the puppy’s head, and laughs. “This is the only time I’ll be able to hold the dog. Eventually it’ll be big enough to eat me. Oh, well, I suppose I’ll have to make do…”

Isabela: “Do dogs mind being on ships?” she asks, already cuddling the puppy as she rocks it like a baby. She kisses the pup’s head and laughs. “I hope so. After all, you’re going to be my first mate someday, right? Thanks, Hawke.”

Sebastian: He’s supremely honored as he’s offered the mabari puppy. “Mabaris choose their masters. I’m honored to be chosen by this majestic beast. May we serve the Maker together, as friends and allies.” He grins as the puppy licks his face. “Oh, now… thank you.”

Anders: “I don’t know,” he says reluctantly, “I’m really more of a cat person, and…” He stops as a puppy crawls up to his foot and reaches up, inviting him to pick the pup up. He does, and his heart melts. “I… don’t give me that look, I… oh, Maker’s breath, fine. Damn you and your puppy eyes.”

Bethany: She squeals as she holds a puppy in her arms, kissing its cute little head. “Oh, look at the precious little– do you want to be my dog? I’d love that.” She giggles. “I see I’ve made a new friend today. Thank you.”

Merrill: She squeals, excited and delighted. “Oh! A puppy? For me? Really?!” She clamps on Hawke with a hug and then hugs the puppy who’s imprinted on her. “Ma serannas, Hawke! Oh, look at them, aren’t they just the cutest thing?”

Cold waters

cr.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / (implied) Namjoon x Reader 

Genre: Merman!Au / Angst / One-shot

Rated T for mentions of death

Word count: 6.4k

Synopsis: Every night, a song crawls from the woods - they say it’s the lullaby of a monstrous creature that has fallen from grace, a beast fiery like fire and ruthless like ice. Yet, his voice is such beautiful one that the cords of your heart quiver with love for each, saccharine note piercing your skin.

And every night, he draws you in a bit more.

Author’s note: Hello my lovelies! This is my second request (Cold waters, warm touches + His beauty could kill you + Merman!Jeon), at first it was supposed to be a fluffy one but, uhm… it accidentally ended up being another angst *sweats*

Anyway, dear anon, thank you for the nice concept, please lemme know if you liked it <3



There’s a legend, whispered among the sunbeams getting lost in the forest at the borders of the village.

There’s legend, one of a terrible, alluring kind, that widens children’s eyes and makes hearts tremble beneath the warnings of worried mothers.

There’s a legend, more like a secret or maybe a dream, deep carved into the memories of your innocent days; one that has your glances wander into the shadows of the woods when you think that nobody is watching, that nobody is judging.

It’s a legend, they say, about a creature doomed to live in the lake at the center of the forest: oh, a ruthless one, with eyes like broken glass and thick blood covering its claws. Murderous are its intents and fury tints its flesh with such a poisonous vigour that the water is now no different than the venom running under his skin. 

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Dengeki G’s Magazine OUR PRIVATE LIFE
~Translation~

If you see any mistakes please point them out to me! :D
**I’m not sure about this part


Caption:
I-I’m sorry
I…what should I do?
I think my heart is racing <3

Text:
Ah, I-I’m sorry
Did I spill something?

Oh no—-
How embarrassing

What do I do?
It’s so childish…
Not being able to eat soft serve ice cream properly

But…I’ve always been like.
I’m not very good at eating cold things
Because I eat them so slowly, my popsicles would always melt midway—I’d take a bite, and it’ll fall on the ground, and I’d be so sad—.
Well, it was more around elementary school, that I’d drop my ice cream every time.

**It’s so embarrasing being exposed like this—.
…well, a-ahaha <3
Does it sound like an excuse?

Ah, yeah—.
Thanks <3
You’re right.

I don’t have to put so much effort into explaining—.
Right now, only Kanan-chan is watching
So I don’t need to be embarrased…right? <3

You’re right <3

But, well—
….
What do I do?

Being stared at with such kind eyes—
My heart will start beating too fast <3

Kanan-chan—-she’s always so nice.
When she’s with Chika-chan too. She always seems like a big sister

Sometimes I wonder, if I really had a big sister,
Would it feel like this?

A kind big sister—.
It’d be nice to have one <3

Ah, but—if my big sister were like this,
My heart would definitely be racing every day—.
That would be a bit of a problem—maybe <3