You walked down the steps of your house, making your way into the kitchen as you grabbed a bottled water from the fridge. You jumped as you turned around to find Isaac leaning against the door frame. You were shocked because you hadn’t even heard him come in.

“Hey.” You said relaxing a bit as you put the water down and walked closer to him.

“Hey, where is everyone?” Isaac asked, glancing around a bit.

“My mom is at the hospital, she got called into work. And I have no idea where Scott is, most likely with Stiles.” You spoke as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, having to tippy toe slightly because of the height difference.

“Well, in that case.” Isaac spoke mischievously, trailing off. You giggled as he suddenly lifted you off your feet and planted you onto the nearest counter surface. Isaac’s soft lips crashed to yours, immediately engulfing you in a passionate kiss as you tugged at his soft curly locks.

“Damn, I love you Isaac.” You said with a smile once you pulled away.

“I love you too babe.” Isaac said with a smirk.

“Y/N McCall!” You heard the familiar voice. You looked over to see your older brother and his best friend standing near the doorway. Isaac reluctantly took a step back, allowing you to hop off the counter.

“Scott, Stiles, I-I didn’t think you’d be here this early.” You mumbled but you knew they heard you.

“Yeah, we noticed, by the way you two were sucking each others faces!” Stiles rambled loudly, looking towards Scott in disbelief.

“Dude, we were just kissing.” Isaac stated while rolling his eyes. Stiles looked away from Scott putting a hand on his hip, lips pursed as if he were restraining himself from saying something.

“You know the rules, both of you.” Scott spoke. He seemed angry, a side you didn’t see much of.

“But-” “Scott-“ You and Isaac said before you both were cut off.

“No buts! If Isaac lives here, you two aren’t allowed to be alone together.” Scott said sternly.

“And no physical contact!” Stiles added quickly.

“Seriously?” You exclaimed looking to Scott with wide eyes as he shook his head in agreement. You knew it was pointless in trying to argue with them.

“Ugh! Come on Isaac, let’s go upstairs.” You spoke dragging your boyfriend upstairs.

“Just remember, Scott has super hearing. So don’t even think about trying anything.” Stiles spoke accusingly.

“And keep the door open.” Scott shouted after you.

Didn’t Mind

Prompt - “I just kissed your forehead, chill.

Relationship: Friends maybe

Fandom: Young Justice

Character: Kaldur

You were forced to stay behind on this mission, you were still too injured and the team was worried. You stood watching as they boarded the Bio-ship, Kaldur walking in front of you.

“Get some rest. We will return soon.” You smiled and nodded, using your tippy-toes you places a kiss on Kaldur forehead. He was surprised and stumbled over his words. You laughed lightly at him.

“I just kissed your forehead, chill.” He looked at you and nodded before turning and boarding the ship. You watched them leave before turning to the living area and limped have to the couch.

Kaldur could feel his teammates’ eyes on him, he tried to ignore it but he knew that all eyes were on him.

“If you have something to say. Do it now. We need to focus on the mission.” He spoke calmly still looking head and out the window.

“What was that with you and Y/N?” Wally asked, Kaldur let out a sigh and tried to explain himself. Words seemed to fail him so he just shrugged. They got to the mission point and were now focusing on the job at hand.

Getting back to the cave late, everyone headed to the living room or kitchen to get something to eat or rest for a bit. Getting there they saw you asleep on the couch, Wolf laying in front of you, Kaldur walked over to you picking you carefully so not to wake you. Walking to your room he laid you in your bed smiling. No, he didn’t know what as going on between you two but he didn’t mind it at all.

Up High, Down Low

Kiss Prompt #17 (height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes) with Fenhawke for @beetle-ships-it-all <3 
ILU BEETLE (and I promise more!)

[side note: these kissfics are now being added to a series on ao3 that you can find here]

There were some things Hawke often forgot about: eating, if he was particularly busy and no one reminded him; watching his own back in combat, as he got preoccupied with his chosen target and assumed someone would watch it for him; and just how much smaller than him Fenris really was. The elf was wicked strong, wielding his two-handed greatsword with deceptive ease and charging with devastating force into ranks of their enemies, stunning or bowling over most he came in contact with. When they fought, it didn’t matter how tall Fenris was (unless Varric was their archer, he supposed).

And they fought a lot, especially in those early years, scrapping to make a living. And really, Fenris’s height had never mattered, not for a long time, because as interested as Hawke was in the captivatingly beautiful, hauntingly mysterious elf, he wouldn’t push him. Couldn’t push him without the chance of spooking him and scaring him off. Hawke wouldn’t take the chance of Fenris accepting his advances simply out of a feeling of obligation, a way to repay him for helping with the slavers that night they met.

So once it did start mattering, Hawke figured it was to be expected that he would sometimes misremember Fenris’s height. There were a lot of other things he had his mind on, after all; worrying about the state of the city and the constant clashes between Meredith and Orsino, the passive way Elthina watched from her Chantry, the people in the streets looking to him to solve their problems because no one else was doing anything. Which made things all the more confusing when he turned from his front door to bid Fenris a good night after a long day fixing things and found the elf’s face on a level with his own, soulful green eyes shining at him. He blinked. Fenris was this tall? That didn’t seem quite right.


“Shh,” Fenris said. He reached out with one gentle, spike-gauntleted hand to catch Hawke’s arm, still armored itself, and tug him closer.

Their lips met, cautious and tentatively seeking, this dance one they were yet learning all the steps to. Hawke moaned, the dry warmth of Fenris’s lips his undoing as they slowly parted to allow Fenris’s tongue to dart against him, encouraging him to open. He wrapped his other arm around Fenris’s waist, careful of the tendency the armor joints had of pinching flesh and snagging garments. Fenris hummed, a low, pleased sound, and shifted his grip from Hawke’s arm to the gorget under his chin. Hawke had a moment of confusion before Fenris pulled, dropping down and forcing Hawke to dip his head if he wanted to keep kissing Fenris. Which he did, he really did.

So he ducked his head, craned his neck, snugged Fenris closer to his breastplate, and stolidly ignored the crick forming down the top of his spine. He peeked though, twisting his head to look down at Fenris’s feet. Flat on the ground. Huh. Right. Fenris was short, he reminded himself, the top of his head coming only as high as Hawke’s chin. Which, he’d found to his delight a week ago, was perfect for resting his chin on to elicit an amused grumble after a battle.

Fenris hmm’d a questioning sound at Hawke’s movement, nearly pulling away before Hawke came back to himself. He used the considerable strength coiled in his arm around Fenris’s waist to lift the elf onto the edge of one of the planters outside the door. It honestly didn’t matter to him that his mother had begun the process of digging up the old plants and putting in new ones; all that mattered was that it put Fenris, flat-footed, even with Hawke.

He broke away, kissed the corner of Fenris’s mouth, and smiled at him when the elf opened his eyes. Fenris shifted his feet in the dirt that had spilled out of the planter, creating a cleaner spot to stand in, then smirked, threaded his gauntlet through Hawke’s hair, and slotted their lips together again.

anonymous asked:

Are Yoongi and Namjoon really best friends?


  • they were the first members of bts and were trainees together for a long time… they starved and composed tirelessly together
  • “6 year team” 
  • working together for years… fighting at first because life was so fucking hard and then coming to love each other so much
  • yoongi getting namjoon a ring… which joon swears he will wear for a long time…

Originally posted by agustdefsoul

  • namjoon and yoongi supporting each other and cheering each other on??? always?? the most supportive?? boyfriends best friends for fucking life??????
  • yoongi cheering namjoon on excitedly when he performed with MFBTY “NAMJOON-AH” on his daMN TIPPY TOES TOO ((if you still alive you WRONG!! this shit the CUTEST))
  • namjoon with that “you got this” waist swipe during cypher??? girl kms
  • talking about how cute yoongi is in his 21st Century Girls part LIKE THIS!! YOU BOTH LOVE EACH OTHER!!

Originally posted by donewithjeon

Originally posted by suga-mon


Originally posted by suga-mon

  • and then.. the most important moment of my life… “i love you min yoongi” 
  • shit changed me
  • i had 2 be hospitalized for a whole year im still not out tf

Originally posted by suga-mon

so yes girl!!! they’re best friends. fuck they probably in love too.

thank u for the ask i got to let my sugamon freak fly

Another thing that gives me heartburn when I think about it:

-Sherlock’s eyes going softly closed and all the tension draining out of his shoulders, leaning down into it, when John kisses him for the first time.


Squirrel Boy - My gender-bent Squirrel Girl cosplay at Lexington comic con 2017. #squirrelgirl #squirrelboy #cosplay #lexingtoncomiccon #unbeatablesquirrelgirl #tippytoe @whoisrico @ericafails @qwantz

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zach dempsey: can i kiss you?

Request: “I want a zach dempsey x reader one. Fluffy, and I want them to kiss.”

Pairing: Zach Dempsey x Reader

Warning(s): Fluffy and cute.

Word Count: 632

Gif: @joeck (Gee, no surprise.)

A/N: I didn’t really know where I was going, so bear with me.

“No, Zach, it’s not rocket science,” you exhale. “It’s just biology.”

You had the glorious opportunity to tutor the great Zach Dempsey. Yes, he’s attractive and ambitious, but he’s also incredibly thick.

Zach dropped his pen on the table and leaned back. He let a sigh escape his lips; which moved the piece of hair that laid upon his forehead. You hung your head on your shoulder, watching him close his eyes. You wouldn’t be telling the truth if you said you weren’t attracted to Zach Dempsey.

Tutoring Zach Dempsey isn’t the hardest job in the word, but it also ain’t the easiest. You couldn’t understand it- he was always getting good remarks in biology. But spending an extra hour with the heartthrob of Liberty was definitely worth it.

“So, what exactly do the nonkinetochores do?” You asked, trying to focus him back on the worksheet.

He sighed once more, moving the paper into his sight. “Uh, they elongate the cell for replication.”

You nodded, acknowledging his correct answer. “And why the cell elongates, it starts to…?”

“Create cell cleavage?” He questioned. You smiled and he took that as a result of getting the right answer.
“See, you understand,” you chuckled. You checked your phone for the time: 3:45. “And right on time. We gotta go.”

You both packed up and left the library. It was raining heavily, which you did not expect as you had not coat or jacket. Zach took off his varsity jacket and wrapped it around you when he saw you rub your biceps.

“Do you want me to drive you home?” Zach asked. His car was across the lot.

“Uh,” you paused. You checked your phone and saw that your dad couldn’t pick you up. “Please?”

He grinned and nodded. “No problem.”

Zach took his jacket off your shoulders and held it above your head. You two started speed walking to his car. When you were walking, Zach dropped his binder. You stopped to pick it up, but so did Zach. You both had turned into each other.

“Oh,” you exhaled. You were not soaking wet from the rain.

You looked up at Zach as he looked down at you. The water dripped off his forehead to his nose, then down to his lips. His mouth was slightly parted, which explained his heavy breathing.

He gentle moved a string of wet hair from the front of your face. He left his hand to hold the side of your head.

“Can I,” he breathed. “Can I kiss you?”

The corners of your lips curved up and your cheeks became rosy. Zach imitated the features.

“Please,” you whispered.

Without hesitation, Zach leaned forward. You pressed your hands against his chest to stabilize yourself to tippy toe higher. You felt his lips hover over your bottom. He nibbled slightly and pulled away.

You gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled him back for another kiss. You felt his smile form when he wrapped his arms around your waist. You released your grip to connect your hands about the crook of his neck.

His tongue slipped into your mouth, forcing him to crouch slightly to get a better angle. You sighed in the comfortable position. You pulled away, keeping your eyes closed.

“Get out of the rain! You’ll get sick!” the custodian shouted from the library.

Zach snapped his head to the man, then tilted his head. He picked up his binder then took your hand. Together, you both walked over to his car.

“Let’s get you home.” Zach opened your car door, letting you in first. He jumped into the driver’s seat.

With one hand on the steering wheel and the other in your hand, he drove out of the lot.

“Tutoring got all the more interesting,” Zach laughed.

compliments part 2 - zach dempsey

requested: yes

word count: 2.216

warnings: none besides fluff i think

plot: zach decides to (nervously) confront you after finding out you’re the one slipping compliments in his bag

a/n: i Cannot believe a 2nd part was requested i cant believe you guys enjoyed the first part and sent me messages!! i wasn’t planning on writing this but here she is since y’all are cute as heck

Originally posted by veronicsalodge

Thursday night found Zach Dempsey sprawled on his bed.

A week worth of complimentary notes was at the foot of the bed. Some were folded, some all the way open but none of them were in their original, pristine state. They were crumpled, thing that probably happened whenever the boy stuffed them in his pockets.

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