so cute and precious t t

blue-gold-demigod-clouds  asked:

Paladin's reaction when they just look at their s/o and smiles and s/o goes to a blushing mess and shy. S/o is like "holy heck they're so cute I just can't!!!" S/o can't even keep eye contact anymore they're just so flustered.

((Don’t worry, I got your other requests as well, I just felt like doing this one first)) This is!!! So cute!!!!

Shiro -

  • Is pretty confused in like the first second
  • then starts blushing as well
  • You’re being WAY too cute for your own good
  • And for his own good
  • Jfc stop that. Too innocent. Too precious. Must. Protect.

Keith -

  • Worries if he did something wrong?
  • The moment he realises you’re just flustered though
  • Oh. Oh this guy. Oh my god. Rest in pieces.
  • He fucking SMIRKS
  • And does it as often as possible. Just to see you like that. The bitch.

Lance -

  • Lance.exe has stopped working
  • No for real, he might faint. Stop that.
  • That’s too cute what God does he have to thank for having an s/o this amazing.
  • May or may not pull you closer to him and just start mumbling in your hair
  • Lance tf nO YOU’RE FLUSTERED ENOUGH S T O P PLEASE

Hunk -

  • Like Shiro, he would be pretty confused at first
  • And starts blushing as well
  • Omfg you guys are such a cute couple, everyone is cooing at you
  • He keeps shooting shy grins your way though
  • Resulting in more blushes.

Pidge -

  • Is p cool about it
  • N O T
  • SHE’S THE WORST OF ALL
  • Does NOT know how to cope
  • You’re????? Too precious????? H O W????????
Promise? // Lee Mark

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the prompt(s): 1) Could I request a scenario for Mark like the Jungkook one you did? Except he doesn’t have to be King yet, he and the reader are just kind of sneaking around the castle and being all cute and in love then they get cAUGHT and I’m sorry this is so long!! 2) Could you write some mark Lee fluff?? Just some cute, first love type of thing?

words: 2134

category: fluff

author note: ah, mork. my precious, smol, overworked son. may he get the rest he truly deserves~ also, this is for two different requests since they both fit the same genre. please enjoy!

- destinee

Originally posted by monoka

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When Mark was younger, he didn’t want to be a prince. A prince had to wear nice clothes and abide by the rules. A prince never got to have any fun.

Mark wanted to have fun. He was a young prince, only seventeen years old. He had his enter life ahead of him, and yet he felt closed off to the world. He felt as if no one truly understood him.

Of course, unbeknownst to Mark, nearly every teenager feels this way.

That’s how Mark found you.

His favorite place to go when he felt lost was the rooftop of the castle. There was a lone tower that the guards didn’t occupy, which made it the perfect dwelling place for a lone boy and his thoughts.

His thoughts were never in one place. He often thought of his parents. Their constant pushing for him to be better, smarter, more athletic than all the other kids his age. They told him he was the prince. It was his duty to be the best. How else would people look up to him in the future?

Mark had his own thoughts on that subject. He thought people would look up to a king who was human and admitted when mistakes were made. No person was perfect at everything, and yet Mark felt the pressure to be so.

He was enrolled in classes that lasted well into the evening, only to then have to do his princely classes under the castle tutor when he got home. And, like every child, he had the basic chores like cleaning his room and making sure his laundry was done.

Many nights, after everything he had to do was completed, Mark would find his little hidden spot and just sit.

Most nights, the stars were out. He liked to stare at them and pretend he was the only one on this earth. Just him and the stars.

One night, he was just lying on his back, observing the stars, when he heard a sigh behind him. “Seriously? Now someone’s in my special spot? This day couldn’t get worse. Hey, punk, who are you?”

Mark, startled by your harsh tone, turned around.

As soon as you recognized his face, you dropped to your knees and bowed, “I am so sorry, Your Highness. I thought you were someone else.”

“Someone other than the prince?” Mark questioned.

You nodded, cheeks heating up in embarrassment before you turned around to leave.

“I could use some company,” Mark said casually. “There’s room here for two people.”

You cautiously walked over and took a seat beside the prince, “I am so sorry about my outburst. I’ve just had a bad day and wasn’t expecting someone else to be there. I shouldn’t have insulted you.”

Mark got into his original position, placing his hands behind his back. “Do you want to talk about it?”

You blinked and looked down at the young prince. His eyes met yours and he offered you a kind smile. “It might help if you vent.”

Slowly, you lay down beside him, just so you wouldn’t have to look him the eye as you spoke. “I work in the castle. My mother is a maid so I help her out a lot. Basically, my mom’s back has been hurting her and so I’ve been doing all of her work.”

“Why can’t she ask my parents for some time off?”

You scoffed, “Maids don’t ask kings for off days.”

Mark frowned. Were all people of the land this cynical towards his family? He didn’t like it one bit.

“I’ll tell my dad for you.”

“Don’t,” you sighed. “If your dad knows I complained, he might fire me. Then my mother can’t rest.”

“Don’t worry,” Mark said. “I’ll just tell him that I’ve noticed your mom in pain. Chances are my dad just didn’t notice. I’m sure he’ll let her have some time off.”

“You promise?” You held out a pinkie.

Mark smiled at the childish gesture and hooked his pinkie around yours. He pressed his thumb to yours, “I promise.”

-

“You know, you never told me why you sneak out here,” you said.

You and Mark had developed somewhat of a friendship. The only time you two saw each other was the nights both of you managed to sneak out at the same time. Usually, the you both just chatted about interests that you shared. Mark never brought up his problems.

He sighed deeply and stretched his hands up to the sky, smiling softly. “I wish to be a star. To have no expectations. To have no burden on my shoulders. I just want to light the way for others.”

You stretched your hands out too, “Maybe if we wish hard enough, we’ll become stars.”

A shooting star shot across the sky, and the both of you let out a gasp. Mark clenched his eyes shut, “Hurry and make the wish!”

You giggled and closed your eyes. Instead of wishing to be a star, you wished that Mark’s weight would be lifted.

Mark peaked one eye open, “Are you done?”

“Yeah,” you said, dropping your hands. Mark did the same.

His hand accidentally fell against yours. You held your breath as his fingers trailed down your palm and linked with yours. “Is this okay?”

Neither of you would look at each other, in fear of turning redder than you already were.

You smiled to yourself. “This is okay.”

-

“How can your parents make you wear that?”

This was how you greeted Mark. The prince looked down at the ugly maroon robe he had been dressed in that morning. “I thought this was a no-judge zone, Y/n.”

You covered your hand with your mouth, “I’m not judging you. I’m saving you from the disaster that is that robe.”

“I’ll wear something else tomorrow,” Mark said.

“Well, I sure hope you wouldn’t re-wear the same outfit two days in a row.”

Mark reached out and tugged on your hair lightly. “Stop teasing me. You know I’m awkward.”

Indeed, you did. It was so funny to you. The royal family had portrayed their only son to be a perfect, all-around kid. Everyone thought the prince was calm and collected. You knew the truth. “You’re the most awkward person I’ve ever met.”

Mark rolled his eyes as you sat beside him. “You love me. Your life would be so boring without me. Admit it.”

You wrapped your arms around Mark’s middle and droned in a sarcastic voice, “I love you, Mark.”

Mark shoved you off of him as red began to creep up his neck. “Stop.”

“Can’t stop love,” you said, dramatically beating against your chest. “It’s too passionate a feeling.”

Mark began laughing. His laugh was one of your favorite sounds. He hid his face in his hands as his shoulders shook, “I hate laughing at your stupid gags.”

“Excuse you, my gags are quality material and you are the only person who has the liberty of seeing them.”

“And I’m honored, really,” Mark reassured you.

-

It was the night of Mark’s eighteen birthday. He had successfully snuck away from the party and found his way to the rooftop.

He waited for you, constantly checking his watch and anxiously tapping his foot. Where were you?

“Is she working tonight? This late?” Mark wondered aloud.

He decided to go check.

In retrospect, walking into the maids quarters unannounced was probably a bad idea.

There was a lot of bowing and apologizing for the mess, even though the room was spotless.

Mark bowed to the maids before asking his question, “Is Y/n working tonight?”

“Y/n?” One of the women shook her head. “She told us she needed to go get some air.”

“Really? Is she okay?”

The woman shrugged, “We were just talking about how the king and queen would most likely be looking to arrange a marriage for you.”

Mark closed his eyes and let out a sigh, “Okay. Thanks.”

He dashed out of the quarters and looked around, wondering where you could’ve gone. He wasn’t familiar with the scenery behind this section of the castle.

His best bet was the large willow tree down by the lake. He ran over, out of breath by the time he got there. Relief flooded his features as he saw you sitting against the tree, tossing rocks into the lake. “You know you’re skipping rocks wrong.”

“I don’t care,” you sighed, “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you. One of the maids told me you were upset.”

You looked at his eyes, alarmed. “She didn’t tell you why, did she?”

Mark reached his hand down towards you. You accepted it and allowed him to pull you up until you were standing across from him. “I figured it out.”

With his hand still holding yours, he hesitantly leaned forward and pressed a quick peck to your lips.

His face was red as he looked anywhere but at your face. If he had been looking, he would’ve seen that your face was glowing and a smile graced your features as you touched your lips. “What was that for.”

Mark shrugged, scratching the back of his head, “You know… just letting you know who I choose.”

He gained enough courage to look you in the eyes, “If my parents make me choose. I’ll choose you.”

-

Everything was pretty much the same after that. You and Mark were already as close as you could be.

Only now you added little kisses here and there.

“You are the worst,” you taunted as Mark lost to rock, paper, scissors for the fifth time. Mark grimaced as you flicked his forehead.

“I’m going to have to explain my red forehead to my mom tomorrow, you know.”

“Good,” you said. “You can tell her that you have an amazing girlfriend that you like more than all the princesses she recommends to you.”

“Y/n…” Mark could see the hurt in your eyes. “You know I want to tell her.”

“Then why don’t you?” You asked. “Why can’t you just tell her that you’re in love with a maid.”

Mark lowered his head, “I’m afraid she’ll take you away. I’m afraid she’ll make it to where I’ll never get to see you again.”

You reached out and cupped Mark’s cheek. He leaned into your touch and sighed contently before turning to press a kiss to your palm.

“You’re almost nineteen,” you said gently. “Don’t you think it’s your decision to make?”

.

“What is this?”

Mark recognized the new voice immediately. “Mom?”

The queen stood before the two teens, staring down at them with confusion in her eyes. “I had my suspicions, Mark. However, I never thought you’d pick a maid’s daughter.”

Mark subtly pushed you behind him. “Status has nothing to do with it, Mother. We’ve known each other for almost two years now. I’m not giving up our relationship up for a princess I barely know.”

You kept your head bowed as Mark spoke for you. His hand found yours and he squeezed it comfortingly.

“What can you give my son?” The queen addressed you.

You looked up and gulped, “Certainly no riches or any step towards higher power,” you stole a quick glance at Mark. “But I can give him love. I can offer him a shoulder to cry on and a place to find solace when the pressure is too much. I can offer my ears to hear his problems and my voice to offer advice. I can make sure he knows his worth. Not for how handsome he is or how smart he is, but for how kind he is. How humble he is. I would stay by his side forever if he’d let me.”

The queen stared at you for a long time before clearing her throat, “I can see the honesty in your eyes.”

Mark squeezed your hand harder as she looked between the two of you. “I suppose I will allow it. I am glad someone is willing to give so much for my son. What is your name?”

“Y/n, Your Majesty,” you bowed.

“Well, Y/n, you have permission to be with my son. Who knows,” she shrugged, “seeing the prince love a commoner might be good for our status.”

She left as quickly as she came.

You breathed a sigh of relief and fell into Mark’s side, “That was so stressful I thought I was going to faint.”

Mark slowly looked down at you, “Did you mean it? All of it?”

You peaked up at his face. He looked as if he hadn’t believed your words. “Of course I did. Every word.”

He gulped, hesitantly holding his hand out, pinkie up. “Promise?”

You happily hooked pinkies and pressed your thumb to his. “I promise.”

~the end~

estofitofi  asked:

Good Night! Uh... hey, please don't hate me but I really like your blog,ur Oc,ur art and all BUTTTT (Lol butt) I love Russia, he's a precious cinnamon roll to me and it's perfectly fine that you have your own opinion (a strong opinion I must confess) so is fine if I ship both ships? ( Sylvester x Native and Sylvester x Anya ) u got yourself a multishiper :3 plz don't hate~

(yeah thats fine ovo i respect everyones ship, i just hate it that i have people going “OHH SYLVESTER X ANYA IS SO CUTE, HE SHOULDN’T TRUST NATIVE CAUSE SHE’S A WHORE” yes i over exaggerated, but being someone who has anxiety and depression, my mind over exaggerates things)

@umbrellanest submitted: 

Happy birthday Zeph!! Here’s your ice family with a cupcake and a selfy shoot (and the tiniest zexal reference) and a misbehaving yurio! Hope you have a good one c:

BRB CRYING

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My first Sherlock fan art, while waiting for TLD ! (Repost because I’m a noob who can’t put a hi-res image in a text post.)

Inspired by this amazing post : what if Mycroft had to be Rosie’s babysitter.


Moftiss please don’t hurt them, they are so cute and precious.

reasons to watch BBC’s Class
  • gay alien prince
  • … who is so full of rage yet stays happy, has a powerful weapon called a cabinet he could have used to kill his people’s genocidal murderer and chose not to because he’s fuckin Pure okay, also loves his cute Human boyfriend
  • fierce amputee with a cyborg leg
  • … who might also be a Terminator, will literally do anything to keep his friends safe and is traumatised as hell GOD PROTECT HIM precious boy he doesn’t deserve any of this
  • wildly intelligent black girl who has no time for anyone’s bullshit
  • … who also cares so much like honestly she’s the youngest but she takes care of them all I live for this girl
  • angry alien slave criminal
  • … who constantly reminds people she’s a slave not a willing bodyguard and since she isn’t able to use conventional weapons will use anything from a chess piece to a stapler and makes out with robots
  • cinnamon roll who shares her heart with an evil genocidal alien
  • … who was completely willing to stab herself to protect her friends and planet so it would kill the alien she’s bonded too, wants to help and has the healthiest view on mortality ever like holy cram she’s weirdly put together I aspire
  • people literally die. violently. blood and guts and all
  • they swear too, and smoke
  • and have sex
  • it’s X Rated Doctor Who come on guys it’s the best thing to grace our screens this year

anonymous asked:

I love your baby paladins but I feel like they don't do enough annoying baby things. Like grab peoples, hair and faces or make awkward screeching noises for no reason...They're just too cute be real. Why are they so precious and innocent?

don’t test them m8 

Okay but can we talk about the hotel?? Even planned this cute ass surprise for his beautiful boyfriend at a fancy hotel (I’m guessing at least a 4 star cuz it was really nice). He ordered room service and champagne. Impulsive? Yes. But so so so heartfelt. You can’t tell me he isn’t deeply in love with that boy. Manic episodes don’t turn you into another person like Sonja is alluding to. This kid loves Isak so damn much, he wants to give him the world.

MENTAL ILLNESS DOES NOT MAKE YOU NOT YOU. YOUR FEELING ARE STILL TRUE AND VALID

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I enjoyed Out of Control so much…. Yuri changed so much throughout the series, i was honestly really surprised but it made me really happy T v T AND JAERIM. Omg Jaerim is SUCH a good boy and stays that will till the end…thank you bbong for such a good and supportive couple that grows and loves each other so much.

Credit to the artist. <3
Writing by me.
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“You know..I’ve never really gotten to know how truly lovely those ruby hued optics are.
Zen, why do you look so nervous? Does me being this close make you afraid? Or does it make you too excited to move and give me a worried like facade..? Tch. I could remove that silly little frown right off your face now if I wanted, but I won’t. Someone as beautiful as you deserves a proper greeting by someone as truly handsome as me.
I can’t say that I hate this cute face of yours anymore, even if you do insult my precious Eliza..but I suppose I’ll let that slide right now. What are you thinking about?
You’re so cute when you’re shy, Hyun..”
Jumin leaned forward, kissing the other tenderly. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, especially to the person who’s been his enemy from the start, but he just didn’t care any longer.

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I started watching hwarang mainly because of taehyung. But this boy, ohmygod. He’s like the bias wrecker who stole my heart. He’s just too precious, an absolute perfection. I’m so obsessed with him and his character. Like for real, his character is the best in hwarang. His character development is the most interesting; along with his internal conflicts, the problem with his fathers, his cute love story, and his complicated friendship with the other hwarangs. I don’t wanna be mean but the main characters don’t appeal to me anymore. Banryu and other supporting characters (Soohoo, Hansung, Yeo Wool, Sooyeon) are the only reason why I’m still watching the drama. And his love line with Sooyeon of course omg 💕 I’m shipping them so hard! I swear, it’s not even funny. I’m so obsessed! I’m not prepared for this second-couple-syndrome like I didn’t sign up for this lol

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“I’ve already seen a war,” Ciri whispered. “I don’t want to see another. Never. I don’t want to be alone again. I don’t want to be frightened. I don’t want to lose everything again, like that time. I don’t want to lose Geralt… or you, Lady Yennefer. I don’t want to lose you. I want to stay with you. And him. Always.
“You will.” The magician’s voice trembled a little. “And I’m going to be with you, Ciri. Always. I promise you.”

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