no words for your cuteness

SEVENTEEN when you share their bed after a nightmare

Wonwoo:

He would remain calm on the outside, politely letting you lie next to him. However, panicked and messy thoughts would actually be encompassing his brain, and his heart would be beating faster and heavier every time you inched closer to his side of the bed.

Originally posted by visual-17

Jeonghan:

He’d find it so cute that you came to his dorm in the middle of the night, and so for a while he wouldn’t be able to look at you without bursting into naturally-occurring nervous laughter. Of course, he would secretly be ecstatic that you chose him.

Originally posted by jeonghney

Woozi:

This little baby really wouldn’t know what to do at first. He’d have trouble finding the words to answer your cute descriptions of your nightmare, and would instead resort to wrapping his arms around you tightly, teddy-bear-like, and telling you softly that everything was gonna be okay.

Originally posted by mountean

S.Coups:

This boy ain’t playing no games. The moment you slid into his bed, his male testosterone would kick in, and you’d have no escape. It would begin with him wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you every so slowly towards him, so eventually your back would be pressed against his chest.

Originally posted by imbangnzelo

Mingyu:

I gotta say, Mingyu would also be feeling the tension heat up in that bed. It would take longer for him to make the first move, but it would happen, sure enough. He’d stroke your hair a little awkwardly, and move on to placing comforting kisses on top of your forehead.

Originally posted by gyuniku

Hoshi:

Naturally, Hoshi would be super nervous about having a girl he’d had a crush on for so long visit his dorm room. He’d start questioning you frantically, asking you if someone had dared you to come, or you were faking the nightmare. Eventually, he’d calm down, and agree to let you slide into bed with him.

Originally posted by visual-17

The8:

He’d definitely be feeling pretty awkward about it, but agree almost immediately. He’d stay up with you until ungodly hours, waiting for you to calm down and sleep again. He’d make sure you got most of the blanket, and the softer pillow, too~

Originally posted by luhan-bee

Dino:

It wouldn’t be a big surprise to him to see you enter his dorm room in the middle of the night. Without a word, he’d let you climb into bed with him, taking your shaking hands in his own and kissing them softly, all the while holding you tight against him, his heat radiating onto your skin.

Originally posted by tekukii

Jun:

He’d be insanely awkward and hesitant about it at first, paranoid about what people would think if they heard that the two of you spent the night together after you claimed to have a nightmare. He would settle down quickly though, understanding your situation and inviting you to lie next to him.

Originally posted by mimimochi

Seungkwan:

He’d have no problem at all, but would instead be worried about what he should say or do. He’d go buy you a hot drink in the middle of the night to relax you, and let you stay under the duvets for as long as you needed, still in shock from the fact that his crush had chosen to visit him~

Originally posted by sailorsoonyoung

Vernon:

He’d take the opportunity of you being scared to tease you for a while, just sitting back and enjoying your cute face whining at him and pouting. He’d smirk a little, and then pull the covers up without a word, inviting you to join him underneath, in the almost pitch-black room.

Originally posted by lonexsamurai

Joshua:

You will have definitely woken him up from a really nice, deep sleep, so he may appear a little unresponsive when you come up to him, whimpering about your nightmare. In order to keep you quiet to maintain his restful state, he’d place your head against his chest and lull you to sleep like a baby, stroking your back.

Originally posted by koraenpop

DK:

He’d be so flattered that you’d come to his room, especially as you were his hardcore secret crush and all. He’d give you all the space you wanted, and would stay up to talk to and comfort you until whenever you so desired, eventually dropping off to sleep, his hand mid-stroking your hair.

Originally posted by visual-17

Person A is high on pain meds. Person B is the one in charge of taking care of A, and doesn’t know that A secretly likes B. A’s filter is down and their rambles start escalating to complimenting B, telling them their favorite things about them, and generally revealing how much they pay attention to them. B is shocked when they realise.

Bonus points if the next day A has no previous recollections and doesn’t understand why B is being so awkward and fidgety around them.

Scavenger Hunt

Stiles/Derek, T, 2500 words, Meet Cute AU

Written for the following prompt:

“i picked up your bag at the airport but i can’t find your number so i’m about to embark on the largest scavenger hunt of all time by using your strange belongings to track you down” au

“Honey, I’m home!” Stiles calls out as he wrestles his roll bag over their entry mat.

“That’s still not funny,” Scott says, without looking up from his textbook.

“Once again, we disagree.”

Scott snorts. “How was the trip?”

“Fine,” he says, plopping down right in the middle of the living room to start unpacking. “Typical conference. Some sessions were actually interesting, most were boring as shit.”

Scott hums, already absorbed again in his reading. Stiles reaches for the zipper on his suitcase but then freezes—this is definitely the same brand as his suitcase, but he doesn’t remember this extra zippered pocket on the top.

“Oh, shit.”

“What?”

Stiles grimaces. “I’m pretty sure this isn’t my suitcase. Goddamn it.”

Scott finally looks up, frowning. “Shit, really? How’d you manage that?”

“It was a redeye,” Stiles says, running a hand through his hair. “I was exhausted, in fucking LaGuardia, and I was just trying to get out of there as fast as humanly possible.”

“Is there a name on it? Are you sure it’s not yours?”

“Pretty sure,” Stiles says, feeling around the sides for the pocket. He sighs when he pulls out the little card and sees that it’s blank. “Motherfucker. This is definitely not my suitcase because I’m actually smart enough to put my name on it.”

“Sorry, man,” Scott says sympathetically as Stiles falls back on the rug with an anguished groan.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

“Open it,” Scott suggests. “Maybe there’s something with their name on it.”

Stiles fiddles with the zipper. He’s nosy as hell, in general, and normally he’d be jumping at the chance to rifle through someone else’s personal belongings. But… 

“What if there’s like, dead bodies in there or something?” he asks, and Scott just stares at him for a second. Stiles rolls his eyes—that’s a perfectly valid concern. Or maybe he watches too many police procedurals, whatever. “Okay, fine.”

Stiles holds his breath as he slowly unzips the suitcase, but nothing happens when he lets the top part flop back onto their crappy, threadbare rug. There’s a Dodgers hat on top, and Stiles grimaces. “Well, they have shitty taste in baseball teams.”

He sets the hat carefully aside and keeps digging. The person is neat, whoever they are, because everything is folded, and all the dirty clothes are even all contained in their own zippered bag. At first glance, there’s nothing too out of the ordinary—phone charger, American Gods, Calvin Klein briefs. Fancy, he thinks. There’s a monogrammed leather toiletry bag (DSH, he commits those initials to memory), and he pokes through it.

“I’m gonna make an educated guess that it’s a guy.”

“Why’s that?” Scott says, finally looking somewhat interested in this mystery.

Stiles holds up an electric razor. “And that he’s maybe not totally straight,” he says, brandishing a little bottle of lube that’s about three-quarters full.

Scott rolls his eyes. “Lots of people use lube.”

“Yeah, but do you travel with it?” Stiles counters, and Scott sighs.

“No,” he admits. “Did you find anything with his actual name on it?”

“Not yet,” Stiles says absently. He continues to rifle through the bag until he’s pretty sure he has his plan of attack. “Okay. I’m gonna find out who it is,” he says with a determined nod, and Scott frowns.

“How? This is New York City! There are literally millions of dudes here.”

“It’ll be like a real-life scavenger hunt,” Stiles says dreamily, ignoring Scott as he carefully lays his three chosen items out on the coffee table. “This is awesome.”

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I miss your arms
And your chest—
My favorite pillow.
I miss being able to lean up
And capture your soft lips.
I miss your fluffy hair,
Running my fingers through it.
I miss your strength,
How you don’t budge,
Your protectiveness.
I miss how messy
My hair always gets,
And smelling like sex.
I miss the way you look at me,
The way you smile at me,
The way you hold my hand.
Always tight, intimate, close.
I miss my little crevice,
Being engulfed,
Laughing,
Sitting on your lap.
God, I miss it all so much.
I miss you so much.
Spring Awakening: A summary
  • Mama Who Bore Me: mom, where do babies come from?
  • Mama Who Bore Me (Reprise): mom👏 where👏 do👏 babies👏 come👏 from👏
  • All That's Known: fuck the system. fuck the man. (bonus: me, an intellectual)
  • The Bitch of Living: JERKING OFF, AMIRITE? *loud cheers*
  • My Junk: pure children have crushes sometimes or vessels of sin. you decide.
  • Touch Me: i'm just a lonely gay trying to live my life and masturbate
  • The Word of Your Body: the straights™ can't have a healthy relationship to save their lives.
  • The Dark I Know Well: literally about sexual assault.
  • And Then There Were None: ANGST ANGST ANGST TEARS ANGST
  • The Mirror-Blue Night: *CHANTING ABOUT MASTURBATION INTENSIFIES*
  • I Believe: well. Time 2 sin.
  • Don't Do Sadness: Moritz gets emo/ Ilse gets intense.
  • The Guilty Ones: Time 2 sin 2.0
  • Left Behind: Time 2 cry (gay edition)
  • Totally Fucked: GET HYPED!!!! FUCK THE SYSTEM FUCK ADULTS!!!!!
  • Word of Your Body (Reprise): the cute gays are the only happy ones in the end
  • Whispering: that's where babies come from
  • Those You've Known: Pain :))))))))))
  • The Song of Purple Summer: ??????????????
  • Piper: When I say a word, say the first thing that comes to your mind.
  • Percy: Ok
  • Piper: Cute.
  • Percy: Annabeth.
  • Piper: Scary.
  • Percy: Annabeth
  • Piper: Fighting.
  • Percy: Annabeth.
  • Piper: Are you going to say Annabeth for every one of these?
  • Percy: Uh, yeah? Sorry my girlfriend just happens to be cute and what I associate with violence???
Bump

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Reader

Warnings: overload of fluff ! Pregnancy, cravings, cute ass Steve

Word Count: 1000

Summary: Steve loves your baby bump


Steve yawned loudly as he slumped into the Avenger’s kitchen, one of his hands rubbing tiredly over his eyes while the other swung a plastic bag from its grip. It was close to one in the morning and he was exhausted, having gotten up at close to the exact time for the last four days in a row. Not that he was ever going to complain about it, you were a whole lot more uncomfortable than he was while in the last stages of your pregnancy and anything that Steve could do to help ease that discomfort he was going to do it.

The last month had been the worst by far, it hadn’t agreed with either of you it seemed. You couldn’t get comfortable in bed, on the couch or anywhere, which ultimately meant that Steve had no rest either. On top of that your cravings had been through the roof, leaving Steve to go on midnight runs to grab the stuff you wanted.

Shaking away another yawn Steve placed the bag down onto the counter, startling a bit in surprise when he saw Sam leaning against the other bench, bottle of water in his hand and a smug smile on his face. He nodded towards the bag with raised eyebrows.
“What was it this time?”
“Salted crackers and peanut butter.”
“That’s not so bad,” Sam shrugged, taking another mouthful of his water.
“No, that’s not so bad,” Steve replied. “You should have seen what she made yesterday however.”
“Okay, what was it?” Sam chuckled.
“She made mash potato with chocolate milk.”

Sam laughed at that, the sound echoing around the quiet room while he ignored the unamused expression on Steve’s face.
“Are you serious? That’s - yeah okay, wow.”
“It isn’t funny!” Steve huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I thought she was going to cry when I told her I didn’t want any, I didn’t have any choice but to eat it and I’m telling you right now I’m lucky I didn’t throw the lot back up.”
“I’m so, so glad I missed out on that one.”

Steve was about to open his mouth and reply when he heard feet shuffling across the floor, his eyes meeting yours a second later as you walked into the room; one hand running back through your bed mussed hair while the other cradled your large baby bump. Your bottom lip quivered as you took a shaky breath, Steve in front of you in seconds, his hands rubbing circles across your shoulders.
“What’s wrong?” He asked.
“N - nothing,” You sniffed, leaning forward until you could press your face against Steve’s chest. “I mean - God, it’s so stupid.”
“Hey, it’s not stupid if it’s upsetting you.”
“It’s just that you weren’t - you weren’t there and baby Roger’s keeps kicking me.”

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anonymous asked:

Hate to ruin your dreams but mixed girls stay winning! Nobody wants a darkie😂 That's why we love Zendaya and ain't checking for no dark actresses...yall aint cute

Oh word??? So what your basically saying is in order for me to be desirable my pigmentation has to be lighter or I have to be mixed with something? Nah I call bullshit…

Feel free to add to this list, y’all! 

Unfortunately there aren’t any young full black actresses out here taking over (yet) because Hollywood seems to share your same dumb ass mentality. But trust me I’m coming😘

To my black girls…you do NOT have to be light skin to be gorgeous. Keep that slave mentality to yourself Anon!

anonymous asked:

How about the guys' babies saying their first word? Bonus if it's addressing their father! :D

This turned out a lot cuter than anticipated. I am low key dying. 

Noctis

Lucis’s King trudged into his chambers, pulling the double doors shut behind him.

Paperwork.  Mountains and mountains of paperwork. The workload increased day by day. 

Noctis’s exhausted eyes searched through the darkness of his bedroom to find his wife sound asleep curled up in their bed. He huffed out a sigh of disappointment. A nonpolitical conversation the King held was his Queen was becoming a true rarity. Noctis hated it.

What he hated more was being separated from his newborn son, Corrin. He only nearing the age of 10 month and Noctis felt as if he never was allowed enough time with the young prince. It destroyed him. 

As tired as he was, Noctis mustered enough energy to press on with a soft tiptoe toward Corrin’s crib situated only a few feet away from his mother’s side of their double bed. 

The child laid safety in his crib, but laid wide awake. His bright blue eyes remained open as he searched over the chocobo themed mobile that leisurely spun above him.

Noctis peered loving down at his son. 

The instant his father came into view Corrin let out an elated coo. 

“Hey, Cor,” Noctis whispered, a smiling slowly crawling on his face. “How are you doing? Why are you awake so late?” He lowered his left hand into the crib. Corrin instinctively reached out and wrapped his tiny fingers around Noctis’s thumb. A chuckle passed through Noctis’s lips. “I missed you today.”

“D-d-d” Corrin began to stutter. 

“Yeah?” Noctis muttered encouragingly. The baby had been threatening to utter his first words for the past few days, but never was able to sputter a full word.  Only the simple sounds of letters. 

“Dada!” Corrin exclaimed with a happy shriek. 

“Hm?” The Queen grumbled at the sound of her child. 

“Dada!” Corrin repeated again as if he was more sure of himself. Noctis’s lips parted. “

“Yes, Corrin,” he praised, unable to wipe the proud grin off his face. 

The future King of Lucis had finally muttered his first words…


Prompto

Ever since gaining their pediatricians approval, Prompto took 10 month old Ilaria to Wiz’s Chocobo Post nearly four times a week. It offered the perfect photo opportunities as it gave a wonderful reason for Ilaria to show off her nearly toothless smile while she giggled endlessly at the great birds. 

“There y’all are! It was gettin’ late. I was wondering if something came up,” Wiz greeted Prompto and Ilaria, who sat safely in Prompto’s arms as they approached the post. 

“Sorry for making you worry, Wiz. Ilaria is getting a new tooth and she’s been hurting a lot today. We were thinking about not coming and letting her rest, but I decided she needed some cheering up,” Prompto explaining, not even flinching as his daughter began to pull at his blonde locks.

“Aw, poor girl. Well, there ain’t nothin’ a chocobo can’t fix. Come on over,” Wiz gestured for the father and daughter duo to follow.

“Come on, Ilaria. Let’s get you to some chocobos ASAP,” Prompto pushed himself forward following Wiz to the stables. Once the yellow birds came into view Ilaria cooed in excitement and clapped her hands together in pure joy.

“There’s that smile I love!” Prompto exclaimed happily. 

“Kweh!” The familiar cries of the chocobos filled their ears as the entered the stable.

“Chobo! Oco! Chobo!” Ilaria cried with a happy shriek. 

Prompto eye’s widened as he shot a surprised look at Wiz. 

“Well I’ll be,” Wiz chuckled lowly, scratching the back of his neck. 

“Her first word!” Prompto gasped excitedly, putting Ilaria down on the stable ground and reached for his camera that was strapped on his side. Ilaria clumsily began to waddle forward and then tumbled onto her butt. The fall didn’t phase her, she simply crawled forward on her hands and knees to the nearest chocobo. The yellow bird leaned his head down to nuzzle the child. 

“Chobo! Oco!” Ilaria repeated, hugging the birds beak.

Prompto swiftly snapped the picture of the adorable moment. “Not exactly ‘chocobo’ but… I’ll take it! Wait till her mom hears about this!”


Gladiolus 

It was not unusual for the two men of the Amicitia household to take a nap together. After a long work out, Gladio retrieve Aster from his crib and take him to the couch. There, Gladiolus would lay on his back while his son sprawled against his chest. Within minutes, the boys would be out like a light. 

Aster and Gladiolus had all too much in common. Their urge to snore was one similarity. While Gladio’s snore was harsh and roaring, Aster’s snore was sweet, and hushed… but clearly noticeable. Gladio’s harsh snore never phased his child from his sleep… unlike his wife…

“Hun,” his wife’s familiar, sweet voice stirred him from his nap. “Gladio, it’s almost time for dinner.” Her light fingers tracing the skin of his upper arm. 

With a yawn, Gladio’s amber eyes fluttered open. “Alright,” he complied sleepily. Aster began to stir as well. “C’mon little buddy, time to get you fed,” Gladio took his son into his arms and carried him into the kitchen. 

“Glad Dad!” 

The sound of sudden hysterical laughter escaped his wife’s lips. “Oh my goodness, did he just say what I though he said?” 

“Glad dad!” Aster repeated, proud of the reaction he elicited from his mother.

“Heh,” Gladio chortled. “Nice job, buddy,” a sense of warm pride filled Gladio’s heart as he pressed his lips against his son’s cheek.


Ignis

The only Ignis allowed a mess in his kitchen was when young Aleena wished to play by banging on the pots and pans. She always sat at the edge of the kitchen with numerous sets of metal bowls, pots, and plastic Tupperware lying out before her with a wooden spoon in hand.

Hearing his daughter making the strangest of music always made Ignis chuckle as he prepared dinner for the evening.

BANG!

CLANG!

CRASH!

“What a lovely song, Aleena,” Ignis complimented as he busied himself at the stove as he created stir fry for the evening’s meal.

Aleena giggled with joy at her fathers compliment and continued to hit the materials laid out before her with her spoon. 

With each and every sound that echoed through the kitchen, an excited squeal escaped the baby girl’s mouth. It was true music to Ignis’s ears. 

“Darling! I think we are raising an upcoming musician!” Ignis called to his wife who was busy in the laundry room across the apartment. 

“I hear!” His wife responded enthusiastically. 

“Daaaaaaddy!” Aleena began to sing loudly as she rhythmically hit a metal stirring bowl over and over. 

Ignis turned to face the sound of his daughter’s voice, his lips parting in utter surprise. “Did you hear that?” Ignis called out to his wife once more. 

“Yes, I did!” His wife sounded much closer than before. “How sweet, Aleena,” his wife muttered. He could only assume that she hoisted their child into her arms, as the loud banging halted. “Your first word is ‘daddy.’ That’s so cute,” his wife gushed. “Look at how big your father is smiling now.”

“Daddy!” She exclaimed with a sweet coo.

Ignis didn’t even realize the large grin on his face before his wife pointed it out to him.