so many adorable faces :')

4

woojin + face touches

bonus:

2

I finished my very quick rewatch of every episode with Missy and I must say I’ve forgotten how incredibly fab she is in series 9.
I mean in these two episodes we finaly saw much more of her and… it’s just SO PERFECT, EVERY HER MOVE, EVERY HER LOOK, SO FCUKING PERFECT. And the cameramen must adored her face, beacuse there are so many close ups on her and ahhhhh.
(And let’s not forget it was the golden era of misffle and twissy together on one screen)
Just.

Feels.

Frank the Tank

A/N: An anon request for a comfort fic where the reader comes home and Spencer can tell by her face that she’s had a bad day. Comfort/fluff @coveofmemories

Warnings: Losing a Pet

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You loved your job as a vet tech. You really did. There was almost nothing better than going to work, playing with, feeding and taking care of cute puppies, and then coming home to your boyfriend of two years. But with all the good, came those days where you had to be in the room when someone was losing a member of their family. Today had been a day - three senior dogs needed to be transported over the rainbow bridge, and you were in the room every time, sobbing right alongside the family members. When it came to putting dogs down, you always felt the need to stay in the room with the family; let them know they weren’t alone. But it definitely took a lot out of you. Taking a deep breath, you walked up to the door and slowly turned the knob, the energy completely drained out of you.

“Oh, you had a bad day, didn’t you?” Spencer asked the second you opened the door. He was sitting on the couch reading a book after getting home at around 5 o’clock. Just as he was driving home, you had to go out for an emergency at the office, so at 7 o’clock you were finally able to return home. “What happened?” he asked.

“I had to let three dogs go today,” you sniffled, your eyes filling with emotion as you remembered the babies you’d been with today - a german shepherd, a K9 officer with the FBI as a matter of fact, a poodle, belonging to an elderly couple, and a bulldog, whose owner was a big, burly man you’d never expect to see crying - but he had sobbed as he let go of his best friend - probably the worst out of anyone. Spencer just listened as you recounted your day, gently rubbing your back as you teared up again. “It’s just days like today that make me hate what I do.”

Reaching over, he grabbed your legs and pulled you into his lap, allowing you to  rest your head on his chest. You always found it calming to listen to his heartbeat. “I’m so sorry,” he said, smoothing your hair down while you closed your eyes. “But you do something that takes a lot of compassion to do. You make sure they aren’t in pain anymore and more importantly you make the families feel like they aren’t alone.” 

He always knew just the right thing to say. While these kinds of days came around fairly often unfortunately, you did feel better about helping people through such a difficult time. Plus, this sadness rarely outweighed the good days - the playful pounces on your chest as they came in for the first time, the excitement for treats, the learning commands - it filled your heart with joy. Days like these were just a payment for the rest of it - the universe’s subtle way of balancing things out. “I know,” you sighed. “Thank you. It just all happened at once today.”

Spencer had asked you out two years ago. Within the year, he’d asked you to move in with him. And recently, you’d been talking about getting a dog. “You want to maybe look at dogs?” he asked with a smile. “We’ve been talking about getting one and looking at dogs always makes you happy.”

That made you smile. “Yesssss,” you said. “We’re still thinking of a pittie right?” For the longest time, you’d wanted a pitbull. A friend of yours had one when you were growing up and she was the sweetest dog in existence. Since then, you knew you wanted one of your own eventually, and Spencer seemed to really like the idea of a pitbull. 

“Definitely,” he said, reaching over to the side table to grab his laptop and turn it on. “I really like the gray ones.” You did too, but you tended to have to buy those and you really wanted to adopt. There were so many puppies that were between the ages of 1 and 2 that got thrown to the side for even younger dogs, so the thought of buying a puppy when there were other dogs that needed a home didn’t sit well with you. “If we find one of those that needs adopting, I’m probably going to fall in love with it, but I know you want to adopt.”

As you scrolled through the myriad of pitbull rescues in the area, your sadness from the day’s events slowly slipped away. How could you be sad when you were looking at the adorable faces of so many pitties that needed a home. “Oh my god,” you said, pointing towards a gray one named Lira, “what about her? Click on her.”

Excitedly, Spencer clicked on the picture of the six-year-old female pit. She was beautiful, but when you looked at the bio on her, it said that she wasn’t good with kids and both of you agreed that you’d be getting married and starting a family soon, so whatever dog you did adopt needed to be good with children. A little disappointed, Spencer clicked back and continued to scroll down the page until you found a the cutest mug ever. You clapped and pointed while Spencer clicked on the picture. “Do you realize how big this dog is?” he asked in amazement. Despite the question, you could see on his face that he liked him as much as you did. “His name is Frank.”

“Please tell me that’s short for Frank the Tank,” you laughed. At over 110 pounds, Frank was enormous. He’d been used as a bait dog as a puppy, but had been rescued in a bust. While other puppies from that raid had been adopted out already, Frank was consistently left behind because he was so big.  He was one of the the biggest pitbulls in the state apparently. “It says he’s great with kids. It’s just that parents are scared of him. But he’s mushy. And he thinks he’s a lap dog, and he likes this purple donut toy. He’s only 4. Spence, can we go look at him this weekend? Please!?” you begged, kicking your feet around like a two-year-old. “I wanna go meet Frank.”

He seemed a little hesitant, but the look on your face must’ve changed his mind; you were definitely pouting. “Sure,” he drew out, “We can go meet him this weekend, but we really have to make sure that he’s actually good with kids of all ages before we do anything, because if he’s not good with babies…”

“Then obviously we can’t,” you finished. “I agree. But look, he’s so cute!”

“He really is,” he said, scrolling through the various pictures of Frank with his favorite purple donut toy. “I can’t believe how enormous he is.”

You’d seen an even bigger one on the news. “Have you heard of Hulk?”

“As in the fictional superhero created by Stan Lee and Jack Kirby, who first appeared in the debut issue of the comic book The Incredible Hulk in May 1962 published by Marvel Comics?” he laughed.

He probably memorized that from somewhere - your big-brained dork. “No, dork. I mean, the over 170-pound pitbull, the largest ever on record.” His mouth dropped open, immediately looking up a picture of one of the largest pitbulls ever recorded. “Apparently he’s one of the sweetest dogs in the world and he’s great with the couple’s young son, so maybe that will mean good things for Frank the Tank.”

“What if his name isn’t Frank the Tank?” he laughed, already liking the moniker you’d given to the dog you didn’t have yet. “You still going to use the full name?” 

“Yes,” you said straight-faced. “He’s 110 pounds. His name is Frank. He’s a tank. He’s Frank the Tank.”

anonymous asked:

Mario Kart with everyone and MC headcanons?

Long time no see Sorry it’s been a while, writer’s block sucks, but I’m trying to get back into the grove of things!~

You said everyone, so I did everyone

Yoosung

  • MC this man is a True Gamer
  • Why would you even try to beat him at video games
  • His own elemen—MC WAIT WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE RACE STARTED AN YOU’RE AHEAD
  • UNFAIR
  • doN’T JUST THROW SHELL’S AT ME LIKE THAT!
  • MC WHY???
  • I thought you loved me T~T

Zen

  • He’d agree to play a few games with you, but would get bored fairly quickly
  • Probably would flop over with his head in your lap, trying to take your attention away from the game and back onto him
  • Would resort to
    • Poking at your face
    • Making funny faces up at you
    • Pouting
    • And extreme cases even tickling you
  • However, if you really really wanted to play
  • He’d use this time to try out his acting skills and act as an announcer/commentator for the race

Jaehee

  • Ha
  • Haha
  • You’re funny MC
  • Wait why aren’t you laughing, you can’t really be serious??
  • We all know Baehee doesn’t like video games (I felt so bad when I accidentally broke a heart by asking her ;-;)
  • But, she MIGHT make an exception for you
  • As long as she didn’t have to be up early the next day
  • Huh
  • She actually found herself enjoying the game
  • So much that you fell asleep, and she kept playing??
  • You woke up beside her on the living room floor and she still has a controller in her hands???
  • Jaehee it’s 4 in the morning, put the game down!
  • Good thing she made sure she didn’t have to be up the next morning…

Jumin

  • Jumin you’ve had these systems in your living room forever
  • What do you mean you haven’t played them???
  • It takes a bit of convincing, but you FINALLY get him to sit down and play with you
  • Honestly doesn’t really like it
    • He drives in Mario Kart about as well as he drives in real life
  • Learns that he much prefers watching you play
  • You make the most adorable faces when you’re concentrating
  • Probably takes so many blurry pictures of you cause you’re just that cute

Saeyoung

  • THIS
  • MEANS
  • WAR
  • Mario Kart style!!!
  • This competition game can go on F O R E V E R
  • Blue shells are being thrown left and right
  • Someone’s knocking the other off Rainbow Road every other turn
  • This boy is not above elbowing you in the ribs in order to get ahead
    • All’s fair in love and war
  • There are literal prizes on the line here!
  • Mainly Honey Buddha Chips to whoever is the winner

V

  • He can’t see very good
  • So, I can’t really imagine he’d play that much
  • He’d be more than happy to watch, though!
  • He learns that he really likes the music that plays on the different courses
  • Probably also wants to take pictures of you while you play
  • Non-blurry ones ~
  • Also think’s the faces you make while playing are adorable

Saeran

  • Probably just casual gaming for the both of you
  • You both would play together on the weekends and make small little competitions out of it
    • Such as loser buys ice cream
  • Sometimes, if he’s feeling playful, he’d resort to tickling you while playing so he’d win
  • He’d never admit it out loud, but he loved your pouty face when he did that
  • And he’d end up paying for the ice cream anyway
    • It wasn’t that he liked you or anything
    • He just felt bad for cheating
  • Uh-huh
  • Love you too, you strawberry cream frappe

Vanderwood

  • Do you really think they have time to play video games while dealing with all of Seven’s shit???
  • MC they do not have time to play, please stop dragging them to the living room
  • MC please
  • Even though they protest a lot, they secretly enjoy the small break from work
    • I felt nice to take out their aggressions in a slightly healthy way
  • Tosses shells left and right like a madman
  • 100% not above knocking you off Rainbow Road
    • Struggles not to laugh when you yell at them for it
  • Seven probably records you both playing for innocent blackmail purposes later

Elizabeth 3rd/Bodyguards

  • Jumin wasn’t home from work and you were bored
  • You had taken over the living room floor playing with his many gaming systems to keep yourself entertained
    • But you had to admit you were a little lonely
  • You even tried to get Elizabeth 3rd to keep you company
    • But she just batted at the controller so you would pet her
  • Glancing towards the door, you had a brilliant idea
  • When Jumin came back, he was startled to see NONE of the bodyguards outside the door???
  • whERE WERE THEY? DID SOMETHING HAPPEN??
  • WHY DID NO ONE TELL HIM??
  • He quickly burst through the door, prepared for the worst
  • Only to find all three guards sitting with you on the floor in front of the TV???
  • MC what is going on???
  • “Well, you were working late and I was lonely, so they were keeping me company.”
  • Jumin couldn’t even be mad at the guards
  • Technically he had told them to do as you asked
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every westallen scene ever (19/?)

I Wish You Would - Katakura Kojuro

Kojuro laughed again, amused at the sight of her blushing face. She was adorable. She made so many faces and she didn’t even notice it… He loved watching her. Seeing her lips curved up in a smile, or that shy blush on her face when he teased her…

I got this idea from this. 

At first I thought about making it angst again, but I couldn’t. I wouldn’t say it’s fluff, though. I hope you all enjoy it~


I Wish You Would

She had been so stupid, so extremely stupid that she knew she deserved that. Who told her to yell at him? Who told her to pack all her things and come back to Kyoto? No one. Absolutely no one. And yet, there she was, complaining in her room and feeling so guilty, she could not even think of going back to Oshu. «What would I tell him? I’m sorry for yelling at you even though I was right?», Natsu sighed. No, she definitely could not go back to Oshu. She wasn’t even sure about what to apologize for.

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