jungkook’s cute lil nose scrunching up as his eyes crinkle up into the most beautiful smile you’ve ever laid eyes on accompanied by that single dimple on the side of his beautiful face and a lil giggle that causes your heart immense pain and torment because its just so goshdarn adorable and he s so goshdarn adorable and you love him so muc h and you jsut
Imagine: Eating a cake and having a little food fight with Domen.
Y/N = your name
Domen: Y/N? What are you doing? You: What? You look cute with cake on your nose. Domen: Oh it’s a war now! *laughs and starts tickling you* You: What! Domen! NOO! Hahaha, stop it! Domen: If you do something like this you should be ready for consequences.
WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS THE WHITE STUFF IT IS COLD AND ALSO WHITE LOOK MUM LOOK AT THE WHITE STUFF
Seen here, Delilah’s first winter! November 2011, she was almost 10 months old in this picture, nearly two months after I rescued her. Having enough space to actually move and run around was still a new and exciting concept for Delilah, and being brought outside into the enormous backyard likely blew her mind.
And with the sudden addition of snow? Oh, she was beside herself with delight.
“Can I touch you?” his eyes seemed to bored into your soul, but you know he can’t really see you. You sit on his kitchen counter, so that you two are the same height and then you take his outstretched hand in yours and guide his fingers to your cheek. For a moment they linger on that spot and Matt’s lips twitch into a smile for a minute.
“Your skin is soft.” he remarks, moving his other hand to the other side of your face. The feeling of his fingers on your face sends shivers down your spine, his touch so light it felt like air. His fingers move upwards to your nose which makes him chuckle.
Matt shakes his head. “Nothing, your nose is just cute.”
“What does that mean?” you ask, a smile breaking across your lips.
“It means exactly that, I think your nose is cute.” his hands move across your face as he takes in the way your face is shaped, and when they make their way down to your lips, his fingers rest there for a moment before you close your eyes and your lips meet his. The kiss sends fireworks through your blood and your hands lock themselves behind his neck, holding him closer to you.
After your lungs begin to scream for air, you let go of him, and you both come up for sweet oxygen.
“God, you’re beautiful.” he says, cupping your cheeks in his hands and bringing your lips back to his in a furious passion.