stay blushed

Lance: (lying down on the floor, smiling)

Pidge: what are you doing?

Lance: stargazing

Pidge: what? But we’re indoo— (looks up at the ceiling, which is covered with pictures of Hunk) oh. (Lies down next to Lance) don’t mind if I do

Lance: (nods)

Keith: (walks in) hey guys what are you doi

madasaku weekend 2017

fairytale

in which madara is rapunzel and sakura is the prince

@madasakuweek

oh my god the first time harry and louis spooned:
• squeezed impossibly close together in an xfactor bunk, giggling silently so as not to wake anyone
• a shy kiss goodnight, followed by another few kisses goodnight
• harry says he should probably get back to his own bunk
• and louis doesn’t want him to leave so he says, “stay”
• and harry blushes bright red and then whispers that he can’t like, “there’s no room lou how are we supposed to sleep”
• but louis is having none of it and literally begs him to stay (although it doesn’t take much begging at all because harry doesn’t want to go either)
• and so they try to go to sleep all squished together, and it gets not-fun hot really fast and they kick off the blankets and wriggle around trying to get comfortable
• they’re both huffing and maybe just a little considering giving up and then…harry turns onto his side to tug at the blankets some more and louis turns to ask him what’s up…and then:
• they’re spooning. and louis’ arm is slung over harry’s waist, and harry’s shoulders are tucked against louis’ chest and they can hear each other’s breaths.
• and they fit and it’s still just this side of too snug because it’s a tiny fucking bunk but it’s okay because they can lace fingers and fall asleep and that’s that
• in the morning, they wake up in virtually the same way and they’re a bit cramped and stiff but neither of them care
• one of the boys sees them and snorts and says, “harry you’re a little spoon?”
• and harry says “i’m louis’ little spoon” and cranes his neck to give louis an off center kiss and louis smiles and says “and i’m harry’s big spoon”

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Jealous Jax x unobservant reader :)

Originally posted by lonely-my-middle-name

“He’s been eye fucking you all night.” Jax says, trying to keep the bitterness from his words but failing majorly. You frown, grabbing your drink hot dog from the vendor and paying him.

“Who?” you ask, walking back towards the group. Jax scoffs, taking a harsh drag from his cig, seemingly annoyed. “Ryan?”

Jax doesn’t respond, leading you to believe you’ve got it right. Rolling your eyes, you take a bite from your food, trying not to get sauce all over your face. “He’s just a friend, Jax. Why do you care anyway?”

“I don’t. Just don’t like the way he’s looking at you, that’s all.” It’s bittersweet as you reach the others, thankful to get away from Jax’s moods but wanting to know why he’s so bothered in the first place.

“Fireworks start in ten.” Opie says, Lyla nestled under his arm. You all start walking towards where the fireworks are being let off, Ryan falling back to walk next to you.

“Your biker boy doesn’t seem to like me very much.” Ryan chuckles, you smiling sympathetically.

“He’s just, well, Jax.” you say, Ryan smirking at your lack of explanation. Shrugging, you nudge him lightly with your arm. “He’ll warm up to you soon enough.”

“Doubt it, he thinks I’m competition.” You wait for him to continue, spotting Jax up ahead, his head turning to look at you, the same pissed off expression on his face. “It’s obvious he’s in love with you.”

You choke on your food, coughing loudly as Ryan taps your back, trying to help you recover. Once you’ve successfully dislodged the food from your throat, you turn to look at him. “What? No, you’ve got it all wrong..”

“Oh, (Y/N).” he tuts, throwing his arm around your shoulder. “Still so naive.”

You don’t say anymore as you reach the field, the grassy area full of the people of Charming waiting patiently for the show of bursting colour to begin.

“Is it bad that I’m getting a kick out of pissing him off?” You look over at Jax as Ryan talks, feeling sorry for the bottle of beer in Jax’s grip, his fingers white as he squeezes it for dear life.

“Don’t be an asshole.” you comment, shrugging his arm from around you. “I’m just gonna go see if he’s alright.”

“Use protection.” he laughs childishly, causing you to punch him in the arm, not being able to control the smile on your lips.

Striding over to the mardy looking biker, you smile at him, the crease between his browz remaining. “Your face is gonna get stuck like that if you keep frowning.”

He doesn’t even acknowledge you as you speak, refusing to meet your gaze as he looks towards the crowd of citizens. You feel your mood start to turn sour at his coldness, a pang of embarrassment hitting you in the chest.

“Asshole.” you mutter, deciding to let him wallow in his own negative juices. You stride forwards, a grip on your arm stopping you in your tracks. “What?”

“I’m not the asshole here, your so called ‘friend’ is.” he says, emphasising the word friend in a sarcastic manner. You yank your arm out of his grip, raising your eyebrows in disbelief.

“You’re so childish! What’s it to you who I’m friends with and not friends with?” you challenge, folding your arms across your chest. All you receive is a look of surprise, Jax not expecting you to retaliate in such a fiesty manner.

He shakes his head, his tongue running over his lower lip. His voice is less agitated once he speaks, a calmer grain behind his words. “You really don’t get it do you?”

“What? That you’re a dick?” You regret your response as soon as it leaves your lips, not enjoying the flash of hurt that passes through Jax’s eyes, though it’s gone as quick as it appeared.

“Forget it.” You huff, rolling your eyes in exasperation as he strides away from you, his form tense as he does so.

“Jesus Christ.” you mumble to yourself, following his steps only seconds after he’s disappeared, his figure turning out of sight. You jog, cursing his long legs as you try to catch up, finally spotting him in an abandoned area of the park.

“You walk kinda quick, you know that?” He turns his head towards you, eyes trained on yours as he lights up the stick, before turning away again as he takes a drag. “I’m sorry for calling you a dick. Can you just tell me what’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m fine.” You don’t budge, instead carefully taking the cigarette from his fingers and taking a drag, showing you’re not leaving anytime soon. “You shouldn’t pick up on my habits.”

You shrug, letting the smoke escape from your mouth. “You can do it, why can’t I?”

“I’m already poisoned.” he says, retrieving the cigarette from you and taking another drag, before doubting it against the tree. “You’re too good for it.”

“What if I think you’re too good for it?” you argue, taking a step closer to him, convinced his anger level has lowered.

“I’d say you’re wrong.” he shrugs, smirking at the annoyed expression on your face. “Sorry, darlin’, but it’s true.”

“Well, I think you’re wrong. You’re more than good enough, and you’re not poisoned.” you state, reaching him and poking his chest lightly, enjoying the way he squirms under your touch.

“Whatever you say, angel.” he says, though you can tell your words have brightened his mood. “You need to get back, you’re gonna miss the fireworks.”

“I don’t mind, I’d rather stay with you.” A blush creeps up your neck after you’ve spoken, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you look into the distance, trying to control your jitters.

“Yeah. Views better here, anyway.” he says, his eyes focused on nothing but you as you look back at him.

You hum in response, crossing your arms, unable to control the way your lips curl up. “That so?”

He nods in confirmation, running his hands through his hair, taming back a few stray tendrils. He steps towards you, reaching out for you cautiously, his actions slightly more confident once he sees that you don’t deny him.

He pulls you towards him gently by your shirt, not sure how to dance in the newly discovered territory. You’re the same, unsure how to react to his advances before your palms find their place on his chest, the action almost natural. “This okay?”

You nod slightly, not wanting to disturb the current between the two of you, your fingertips tracing the patches on his kutte nervously, feelings of anxiety and excitement swirling within.

Your eyes flutter closed as he wraps his arms around you, yours slipping around his neck as the two of you embrace. You don’t miss the way his grip tightens around your body, a heavy sigh leaving his lips as he holds you to his chest.

“It’s okay.” you whisper, sensing the urgency in the way he squeezes you, like having you in his clutches relieves the immense burden that he carries around on his shoulders. “You’re alright.”

He pulls away after a few seconds, a kiss being left upon your forehead as he does so. You close your eyes at the feeling, angling your head up slightly to brush your nose against his own, skin tingling at the action.

He slips his hands under your shirt, the calloused yet delicate digits stroking your exposed skin as his breath tickles your lips, tension thick in the air.

“Jax.” you say breathlessly, pulling on the locks at the nape of his neck. That’s all he needs to take the lead, his lips pressing against yours for the first time, his pressure featherlight.

A quiet moan slips from you, Jax gripping your hips in response before pressing his lips harder against your own, his movements becoming more and more confident.

The taste of smoke and mint dances it’s way onto your tongue as the kiss deepens, the concoction making your head swirl. Jax nibbles on your lower lip teasingly, your body completely controlled by his touch.

He only separates once you’re both breathless, his forehead pressed against yours as flick your tongue across your lips, savouring the taste of him within your mouth.

“I should’ve done that a long time ago.“ he chuckles, his thumbs swiping backwards and forwards over your skin. You hum in agreement, revelling in the sensation of floating, head swimming within the clouds.

Loud banging erupts from within the distance, the sky blasted with streams of vibrant colour. The display creates the perfect setting, your mouth finding Jax’s again as you experience his lips all over again, never wanting to be without it again.

A/N - I’m really happy with how this turned out!! I hope you guys are too :) Let me know what you think, your feedback is always welcome and appreciated ❤ love you all xxxxx

Good Morning // Min Yoongi

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the prompt: Can I request something really fluffy with BTS Suga? With kisses and forehead touches please! Thank you!!

words: 1009

category: fluffy fluff~

author note: this is full of fluff on fluff so please enjoy! (also, there is a huge thunderstorm outside of my house and it’s so loud haha)

- destinee


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You’re Crazy - Peter Parker/Spiderman

Summary: Peter decides to pay the reader a late night visit 

A/N: I am sooooooooo sorry that i have been so inactive :( I have had no inspo to write good content but I hope that you all enjoy this little thing I’ve been working on. Just a reminder that requests are always open and I will try to write some soon. Also you can request any Avengers characters and Spiderman if you would like. Love you all <3


Originally posted by spiderholland

Tap tap.

Tap tap.

You stir in the bed as you hear the soft tapping at your window.

 Tap tap.

 Your eyes flutter open and you roll over to check the time. 3:58am.

 Tap tap.

 You sit up and see a dark figure hanging outside of your window. You rub your eyes and swing your legs off of the bed. Your brows furrow at the silhouette of curly hair and a backpack.  You shuffle over to the window and yank it open.

 “Peter? What the hell are you doing here?” you ask confused.

 He smiles at you and said “Hey babe, did I wake you? I’m sorry I’m just really hyper right now because I kicked a bad guy’s butt and then I was hyped up on adrenaline so I was swinging around the city but now I can’t sleep and you always make me feel so calm and I just wanted to cuddle”.

 You yawn and walk towards him, and rest your forehead against his. He brushes his nose against yours and you smile softly.

“Peter, are you saying that you came to my room at 4 in the morning, to cuddle?”

 He steps back and begins to deflate his suit. He peels it off and pulls his sweater over his head.

 “Yeah, basically” he says and you shake your head in amusement.

“You’re crazy Peter:” you chuckle, watching him.

 “That’s okay right? I can leave if you want”

 “No, it’s fine. You can stay” you respond, nodding slightly.  

 Peter’s face shifted slightly as he gathered his suit into his backpack and stammered “Actually I-I should probably g-get home, Aunt May will -” .

 “Peter. Shut up” you interrupted “I’d like it if you stayed”.

 A blush crept onto his cheeks as he placed his bag back on the floor and walked over to you.

“Yeah?” he asks.

 You smile and wrap your arms around his waist as his arms find their place around your shoulders. You place a gentle kiss to the exposed skin of his collarbone and say “Of course. Now I’m tired so come on”.

 You both lie down on your bed facing each other. Peter kisses you softly and pulls you closer.

 “Thank you for letting me stay” Peter whispers.

 “Thank you for being Spiderman” you whisper back.

 Peter chuckles and kisses my forehead.

 “Anytime babe” he yawns.

 You smile and kiss his nose lightly. He smiles and pecks your lips, before whispering “Goodnight Y/n”.

 You snuggle into his chest and whisper back “Goodnight Peter”.

A short one-shot inspired by Hiro Mashima’s art.

Summary: Sorcerer Weekly wants to do a spread over the wizards at Fairy Tail. Lucy’s looking forward to the simple photo shoot, but with Fairy Tail, is anything simple? (Canon verse)

Pairing: Natsu x Lucy

Genre: Humor, Friendship, slight Romance

Word Count: 2,133

A picture’s worth a thousand words


Lucy couldn’t help but scoff when she came out of her bathroom, seeing the fire dragon slayer sprawled out on her bed. “Are you really wearing that?”

Snapping out of his daze, Natsu glanced at his outfit, smiling when he turned back to his partner. “Of course! Don'tcha think it looks nice?”

Shaking her head, Lucy ignored the question. Today Fairy Tail was doing a photo shoot for Sorcerer Weekly, and everyone was asked to dress up for the occasion. Lucy sported a little black dress that hugged her curves comfortably and matching black boots while Natsu… Well, he went in a different direction.

Dark green pants tucked into black rain boots, his blue shirt matching nothing while his scaly white scarf hung loosely around his neck. Add that to his pink hair and Natsu equaled a fashion disaster.

Still, she had to admit it looked exactly like what someone would expect him to wear. He was always pushing the boundaries with his outfits. She had a feeling he was competing with Gray and his wild fashion sense, but she dismissed the thought in favor of fixing her hair.

Natsu raided her kitchen while she pulled her long blonde hair into two pig tails with black bows. She left a lock of hair free on both sides of her face to frame it. Smiling, she thought she did pretty well considering she didn’t ask Cancer for any help.

“How do I look?” Lucy asked when she walked into the kitchen, paling when she saw Natsu shoving a whole turkey leg into his mouth, bones and all.

“Hmfph?” he asked, green eyes flitting until they landed on the form of the celestial wizard. Choking, Natsu pounded his fist against his chest until his airway was clear. “Damn! Why are you dressed like that?”

Under his intense gaze, she blushed. “Master told us to look our best… Why? Do you think it’s too much?”

Realizing she misunderstood, Natsu shook his head. “It’s not that, it’s just…” He didn’t know how to say every guy -and probably a few girls- wouldn’t be able to keep their eyes off her. He always knew his partner was beautiful, but today she looked drop dead gorgeous.

He had half a mind to kidnap her and keep her all to himself instead of going to that photo shoot, but he knew Lucy was looking forward to it. Why? He didn’t know. Sorcerer Weekly always printed articles about him, but he never felt flattered or thankful.

Of course his articles covered a lot of the damage he did to cities while on missions, but that was another story.

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Valentine

Series: Kobayashi-san Chi no Maid Dragon

Words: 1,570

A/N: I have no excuse. I’m gay dragon trash and I didn’t write anything for any fandom for Valentine’s Day specifically this year, so I whipped this up this morning (in addition to another fic which I shall post later).

Blame my followers. They only encouraged me to write for these two gay idiots and their dragon daughter and now I’m hooked and will probably write more…

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Valentine


When Kobayashi had left the apartment that morning, she’d sent out a silent prayer to the universe itself that nothing too crazy would happen today.

She found herself making that wish just about every day now, but it wasn’t always granted, considering the company she was keeping back at home.

She merely went to work as usual and kept her fingers crossed. She hadn’t even remembered about Valentine’s Day until she’d gotten into the office and heard most of her male co-workers mumbling about how they still needed to buy last-minute gifts for their wives or girlfriends.

Oh, Kobayashi thinks briefly. I guess today is that holiday… I doubt Tohru knows about it. It might be best if it stays that way.

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NDRV3 Boys - Sleeping with S/o (Fluff)

I think I’m going to combine the two of these, if you don’t mind! And aaAA I’m so sorry it’s been so long! It’s been a tough week of travelling and staying back for Sports Day ;-; - Mod Rantarou


Saihara Shuuichi:

  • You both spent the evening outside, visiting different places you had wanted to see.
  • By the time you got back, it was late, so you invited him to stay the night.
  • He was slightly shy about it, but seeing as you refused to let him go, he agreed to stay.
  • He was already red when you invited him to stay over, but the blush grew when you told him you two would have to sleep in the same bed.
  • He went into the bathroom to freshen up and attempt to get rid of the blush on his face.
  • You two weren’t doing… anything inappropriate, but the thought of him being able to sleep next to you was oddly intimate, though he was secretly really happy that you didn’t mind it.
  • When he got out, he found you resting on your bed, eyes that were half closed darting towards you with a smile on your face.
  • His blush had returned, along with the warmest smile.

Rantarou Amami:

  • You two were just talking on his sofa, when he noticed you were a little tired.
  • He offered to make you a hot drink to keep you awake, denying your (true) claims that he just wanted to make another drink for himself.
  • He didn’t notice how quiet you’d gone while he was in the kitchen.
  • When he came out with the drinks, he found you with your eyes closed, breathing evenly.
  • He almost dropped the glasses right there and then.
  • You looked so cute he could feel his heart beat right out of his chest.
  • So much for Mr Cool Boyfriend.
  • He carried you to his room, but as he turned to leave, you, half awake after he almost dropped you going up the stairs, pulled a little on his sleeve and mumbled for him to sleep too.
  • If anyone asks, he did not smile like a child in a candy store and immediately jump into bed next to you.

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anonymous asked:

Not to be a gross but dan is gonna talk about staying with the lesters in his next liveshow and say "wasn't planning on staying but uh..." and blush

he’s cute and i hate that he’s so in love and it’s gonna show! can’t relate!

Sleepover? [Yugyeom x reader]

request by junghoseokswifey The s/o getting flirty while doing the dishes was great thank you! 💗 I also wanted to cleanse my soul after reading that. So can you do a yugyeom fluff like it is his first time sleeping over at your apartment and you guys wake up and just fluff everywhere..Thanks

a/n this is such a pure request. I did this as a combo request sice their was an anon who wanted a pillow fort. Yugyeom is my babyy so I had a lot of fun writing this. Thank you for the love!! ~ xoxo JJ (p.s the image is not mine)

genre: (super) fluff 



You and Yugyeom had only been together for three months. But every second was like being in a fairytale. You went to the park for picnics, you held hands by the river, he won you stuffed animals at the amusement park, you made him chocolate milkshakes and it was bliss. Tonight the two of you built a pillow fort on the floor of your apartment and even strung pretty fairy lights across the top. Your plan was to watch a scary movie together. It was already 8:00pm and you hadn’t even started the movie. You were both so absorbed in playing in your fort and basically just looking at each other for the last two hours.

“Should we start watching?” You said. “I almost forgot we were even here to watch a movie.” He said laughing. You put on the movie and it was really scary. You kept jumping and hiding in Yugyeom’s arms and he tried to hide how happy it made him since you couldn’t hug like this in public or in front of his hyungs; but it didn’t work because his smile couldn’t be contained. “It’s not even that scary [Y/n].You’re such a cute baby.” As he says that a scary pop-up came up and he yelled “Oh my god!” And buries himself in your hair. You give him a judgemental look rasing your eyebrows at him. He returns your looks hitting you softly with a  pillow.

The two of you eventually finished the movie and were tightly holding each other as the credits came on the screen. He looked at you still cuddling you in his arms then he quickly kissed you on the nose, which made you blush. “I should probably go home.” He said and let go of you, getting up but, having to stay on his knees since the top of your tent was so low. But he then peaked through the blankets that formed the walls of your fort and into the dark living room looking out the window. “It’s kind of dark out there.” He said with a slightly worried, but slightly teasing voice.Well yeah it’s like 11pm pabo~” You say playfully hitting him. “Not that the movie was scary. But all the events happened at night and it said it was based on a true story so…” He looked at you and bit his lip, a habit he displayed when he was nervous. 

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Mileena Kahnum a.k.a. worst liar ever

Be Mine || Jeon Jungkook

Originally posted by musicluvaffair

Word Count: 2.6k

Genre: Angst (fluffy ending)


There was something different about him that made all the girls go crazy. And yes, that makes this seem like an old cheesy 90s flick that’s gonna end with the protagonist and antagonist fighting it out through a dance battle but just wait.

Jungkook was what everyone liked to call the “bad boy”. He fit into every stereotype that came with the name. He would stay out late, get in trouble with the cops, and he broke almost every girls heart.

Yet that didn’t stop any of them from loving him. He emitted this feeling, something dangerous that all the girls were interested in. You, were just as guilty as the others.

There was something about the boy that was different from the average. It didn’t matter how many hearts he broke or what he did, he was still somehow one of the most likeable people at the school, while also being one of the most dangerous.

It was your first year of high school when you had first met Jungkook. You had come half way through the year and were nervous as by that point almost everyone had established their social groups, and you had no idea where you were going to fit.

It was then that Jungkook had shown up. He had been nice enough to direct you to the front office, and that was a side of Jungkook that you had never seen ever again. It seemed in that moment he had been a completely different person, and while everyone was obsessing over the fact that he was so cool, and so handsome, you liked him for a completely different reason.

You couldn’t deny that the bad boy side interested you though. It was something every girl secretly wanted. They wanted someone who would make them feel loved and protected, but would also make every moment an adventure. And you were one of those girls.

Jungkook was one of the most interesting boys at school, and no matter what you did you couldn’t get him off your mind. You were always drawn back to that moment in your first year. And you could swear that you find him staring at you every so often.

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