what is he doing with his face

anonymous asked:

Hey can you do a BTS reacts to comforting their S/O when they are having the worst anxiety attack (extreme chest pain, inability to breathe right, uncontrollably crying) I love you so much.

I love you too baby! 

**trigger warning.**

Originally posted by rm-olderfan

Kim Namjoon: 

Hearing your cries Namjoon would literally stop what he was doing and come to you. Eyes etched with worry he’d search for you after seeing you curled up on the floor he would drop to his knees besides you and gather you into his arms. After asking you what seems like over a hundred times if you need to go to the doctor, and you violently refusing, he’d sigh softly and bury his face into your hair giving you soft kisses. After what seems like hours, he’d whisper, “jagiya, I don’t know what it is that triggered you, but we’ll get through this together. I love you.” Finally he’d pick you up off the floor and cuddle you on the bed, softly humming you to sleep.

Originally posted by bambamisaboomyinmypants

Kim Seokjin: 

Jin would remain calm. He’s seen one of your anxiety attacks before and knew exactly what to do. Silently wiping your tears with his thumbs he’d press his forehead against yours, “deep breaths, my love. I’m here.” He’d whisper reassuringly. Grabbing his coat, or a blanket he’d pull it around you tightly. His eyes would never leave your face, making sure to catch every tear that falls. “Should we call an ambulance jagiya? Are you still unable to breathe?” You’d assure him that you’ll be fine. He’d sigh worriedly take both of your hands into his, and squeeze them, wishing there was more he could do.

Originally posted by sugutie

Park Jimin:

Jimin, being as sensitive as he is, would sense the anxiety attack coming on without you saying anything. He’d take you into his arms, turn on slow r&b music, and sing softly in your ear. He wouldn’t say anything, but he’d be extremely worried. Thinking of something, anything that’ll help get you through this. He’d be scared that he’d make it worse for you. “I love you.” He’d tell you, using the sleeve of his sweater he wiped the tears from your face. He’d hug you closer and hope that this is enough.

Originally posted by hohbi

Jung Hoseok: 

Hoseok would be extremely flustered. Every time you have an attack, he has the same reaction. But seeing the tears in your eyes and your hand clutching your chest has him almost panicked. Trying not to show his panic, he sits you down holding both your hands, doing breathing techniques. Seeing you this way always hurts him because he almost feels helpless. “What can I do to make it better, jagiya?” When you smiled weakly at him, he pulled you into his lap, rocking softly, kissing every inch of your face. Then promising to himself to never let you go through this alone.

Originally posted by loveblushes

Min Yoongi:

Yoongi of course, would do everything in his power to make you feel comfortable. He knows exactly how it feels to have anxiety, so when he saw the tears in your eyes, he was by your side in no time. He place your face into his neck and wrap his arms around you, as if he’s trying to hold you together. “I’m not going anywhere.” You knew he was wondering if he should call a doctor. So to assure him you’d be ok, you squeezed your arms around him. At that moment you could feel the tension ease from his body, along with yours.

Originally posted by chimtae

Kim Taehyung: 

V would be a bit slower at noticing the sudden change, but he’d act quickly. He’d immediately run his hands over you, as if he’s picking up the broken pieces of you. He’d lay down with you, on your sides facing each other. He’s gently wipe your falling tears with his finger tips, then press his forehead against yours. He’d take your pain on as his. “Match my breathing. I wish I can take the pain away jagiya, I really do.” He sing to you sweetly, staring into your eyes, praying to himself that he’s helping.

Originally posted by dear0901

Jeon Jungkook:

Opposite of v, Jungkook would be quick to notice, but slower to act. He’d be super cautious, trying to figure out what triggered you. But seeing how much pain you were in, he ask, “can I touch you?” Nodding at him, he’d pick you up princess style, and bring you to the bedroom. He’d take off your coat and shoes and tuck you into bed. He’d get a tissue and dab your tears away, replacing them with tiny sweet kisses. He’d silently hope that he’s helping you feel better, while stroking your hair. “Please feel better, baby.”

Note: When it comes to anxiety, it can be very crippling and is extremely serious. If you ever feel like you need to talk, don’t hesitate to contact me. You’re not alone in this babe. This goes for everyone.


Pairing: Bucky x Reader
Summary: After you kill the main target on a mission, Bucky can’t help but be angry with you. What happens when he finds out why you killed the target and therefore why you ruined the mission?
Words: 1835
Warning: fighting, killing, mention of the Winter Soldier book…

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Imagine Reyes waiting at the entrance to Meridian. He’s been listening to the comms since the moment the Pathfinder disappeared from his sight. He’s not there, but he hears their screams as they fight the gruesome battle with the Archon. His chest clenches as they defeat the rest of the kett outside, realizing he’s at the end of what he can do to help his love survive yet another brush with death.

Imagine the look of relief as the Pathfinder team begins to cheer; the Archon is finally dead. There’s idication that both Ryders made it out alive, injured but alive. He can barely contain himself as he hears them finally come over the comm, declaring victory for Heleus.

It’s a long wait, but then he hears them as they finally hobble out, whooping and hollaring what they’ve accomplished. He pushes his way to the front of the welcoming crowd; he needs to see their face, just to be sure that this is real.

Then the crowd packs in around the Pathfinder. They’re dripping with sweat, guts, and probably some of their own blood, but they’re laughing; Reyes thinks they’ve never looked so beautiful/handsome. He wants to shove everyone aside and kiss his love, to swing them around and feel them. He needs to physically feel that they’re here. If only it wouldn’t jeoprodize everything that comes with having to be a (mostly) secret couple.

He doesn’t hear Dr. Anwar’s prompt, he’s practically listening to Ryder’s smile. Their victory speech is short but perfect. He’s never felt as much pride for someone else before this moment. Ryder catches his eyes for a brief moment as the scientist scoots over (she knows). He has no words for what he feels as they look at him, so much love in their eyes. So, he does what he can do best; wink and grin, making Ryder’s smile grow even bigger.

He leaves the crowd before he can inplicate himself further. Besides, there’s much to be done.

Like finding out where they put storage closets on the Hyperion.

brambleberrycottage  asked:

4 - forehead kiss?

I’m assuming this was a rebelcaptain ask :) Thought it would be fun to play a little on the Han/Leia forehead kiss in ESB

It seems like a good idea right up until the moment his lips touch her forehead.

It’s not a good idea.

In one fluid motion, she steps back and punches him square in the shoulder, which hurts way more than it should.

“Hey!” He yelps, rubbing at his shoulder. “What was that for?”

The shock on Jyn’s face melts quickly into a scowl. She points to her forehead. “What was that for?”

“I don’t know!” Cassian lies; he figures you looked worried, so I was trying to comfort you probably won’t go over well at this exact moment. “That’s a thing people do!”

“Not a thing you do.”

He’s scowling back. “I was trying to be nice. I won’t do it again.”

Jyn crosses her hands across her chest, flushed with anger. “That’s not what I said!”

“What’s not what you said?”

“It’s not that you—just—warn me next time.”

Cassian blinks. “What?”

She lifts her chin, gives a shrug no doubt meant to convey nonchalance. Cassian can’t help but wonder if the red twinge at her cheeks is due to something other than fury.

“You heard me,” says Jyn. “Warn me next time.”

Before he can answer, she’s spun on her heel and stalked out of the room. Cassian takes a moment to collect himself, tempering his smile behind his palm, before he follows.


“That’s enough.”

And Molly Hooper- teeny, tiny, less than-a-stone-wet Molly Hooper- slides in between Detective Inspector Jason Braddock and her boyfriend. Pushes herself into the older man’s space, forcing him to back up.

Glowering, defiant, she crosses her arms and glares up at him, daring him to repeat what he just said. Daring him to call the man she loves- the man who just solved his crime for him- a freak once more.

Her expression promises unpleasant repercussions if he does.

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anonymous asked:

Junkrat and/or McCree trying to woo a mermaid who doesn't understand what he's doing, so they're just like, "what a funny man always bring weird land stuff"


You broke through the surface of the water and approached the junker waiting on the shore, smiling warmly at your warm-blooded friend.

“Oi,” you called, adopting the greeting he always threw at you. Junkrat grinned wide, stooping down to your level as you beached yourself moments after.

“Oi, cutie,” he chirped. In his hand was a large bag, and already you were trying to keep a straight face. “Rounded up somethin’ special for you today!”

Jamison had a habit of just…bringing you things in an effort to court you. Ever since you’d expressed your love for collecting, he’d arrived every single day with something new for you to take home to your cave. It was a sweet enough gesture, you knew, but not everything he brought was…well…


“Oh?” you said, pretending to be interested. Junkrat nodded enthusiastically and reached his hand into the bag, pulling out - “Oh!!”

It was a very large, very shiny, jewel. Immediately, your webbed hands shot out and grabbed it from him, grinning wide and squealing with delight as you inspected it.

“Figured you’d fancy a diamond. How’d I do?” he asked. You barely paid enough attention to nod a response, watching it glitter in the sunlight and reflect pleasingly against your scales. Yes, this one was going to look very nice in your cave.

“Jamison, it’s beautiful,” you said, “thank you! Finally, a gift for my collection!”

“Heh, what about all the other things I gave ya?” he asked. Your face reddened in surprise, having not intended to let him know that most of his ‘gifts’ were actually rotting somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.

“Er…” you mumbled, shooting him a smile, “Uh, never mind that…”


The familiar sound of his spurs against the ground was what made you lift your head from the rock you’d been peacefully sunbathing on, siting up to regard him on the shore with a drowsy smile.

“Howdy, sugar,” Jesse greeted, smiling widely at the sight of you, “ya gonna lie there and cook all day or are ya gonna swim over here an’ greet a fella?”

“I’m not sure,” you teased, flicking the edge of your tail in the water, “this is a really nice rock. Very comfy.”

“Yer not even gonna come over fer this?” he asked, holding up a box in his hand. Your curiosity piqued, you approached him and beached yourself with a grin. “Greedy, ain’t ya?”

“Only because I have someone willing to enable me,” you responded, reaching up for him. Jesse stooped down and sat on the ground, leaning forward to give you a quick kiss on the cheek before presenting the box to you. You ignored the flutter in your chest and ignored his flirtatious gesture in favor of tearing excitedly into the package.

“Oh! It’s a…” you said, your enthusiasm dimming in seconds, “it’s a…erm…”

“A fork!” Jesse declared proudly, as if it were the end all, be all of gifts to offer a mermaid you were trying to romance. “Suppose yer kind call ‘em Dinglehoppers.”

You couldn’t help it. A snort left your mouth, and then a snort turned into a giggle, and then you were outright laughing. This idiot cowboy wasn’t serious, was he?

“I’m not sure if you know,” you smirked once you’d managed to calm down, “but The Little Mermaid is not an accurate portrayal of mer-person culture. Or intelligence. I know what silverware is.”

“W-well, shoot, darlin’,” McCree stammered, smiling sheepishly at you, “that wasn’t racist o’ me, was it?”

You smiled and shook your head, handing the fork back. He took it without complaint.

-mod Viena

mom's reaction to the bmp princes

me: ok so here are the princes. tell me what u think of them

mom: u need to stop bothering me with your questions.

mom: this is the third time I’m suspicious of u.

me: why?

mom: hes sneaky

mom: wipe that shitty grin off his face for me.

me: u don’t like him do u?

mom: no.

mom: he needs to brush his hair

mom: but its better than urs

me: thanks mammy

mom: he reminds me of that gay collage kid u know.

me: but hes black

mom: idc

me: ok

mom: hes a flower boy

mom: weak

me: so mean

mom: hes the weak one

mom: so girly

me: ur so harsh on him

mom: he looks like one of those kpop stars

mom: I feel like I can break him easily

mom: hes like casanova

mom: he looks loyal

mom: i like his hair

mom: kinda dorky

mom: tough boy here

mom: he looks like that boy u use to like

me: u will never mention him again.

mom: oh wow

mom: wow

mom: wow

mom: so good

me: u ok

mom: wow

mom: are u smitten?

mom: hes the beast

mom: hes my fav

mom: can i have him

 mom: works bc i’m not married

me: I swear in that moment we were all my mom

mom: wtf does that mean

me: this man, hes my favorite

mom: shut up I’m talking

me: ok

mom: he seems pissed off

mom: his hair is like a lion fur

me: mane?

mom: yea whatever

mom: hes ok

mom: weak but clever

mom: he looks like one of those secretive abusive husbands

me: wow ok

mom: he can be nice but hes cold

mom: he looks like a cat

me: he hates cats

mom: all abusive husbands do

me: o_o

*there was an awkward silence to this*

one end of the of the spectrum: klavier, wears sunscreen every time he goes out bc he doesnt want to prematurely age his skin, moisturizes every night and tracks his exfoliation routine, has his closet meticulously sorted, VIB rouge at sephora

middle ground: apollo. dresses nicely but doesnt own anything that costs more than 30 dollars, washes his face w a five dollar combination skin cleanser while he showers, has one (1) bottle of cologne for special occasions

complete opposite end: clay. neon socks and sandals in public, wears pajama pants to work meetings, just lets his hair do what it wants, doesnt know what a pore is

anonymous asked:

Hello! Can I get separate scenarios of Kuroo, Oikawa, Akaashi, and Tsukishima saying dirty things to their female s/o but she is so pure and innocent and clueless that she doesn't get a thing that they're saying? It can be fluffy at the end like they tell her what it means or they keep her innocence. Thanks again!

Lol, poor thing! I honestly feel like all of these guys could - and would - have a significant other like this. My thirst for their corruption is real!

Enjoy, Anon!

P.s. I hardcore headcanon that Akaashi is the most sexually experienced out of all the Haikyuu!! boys. There’s no way that pretty head and setter hands don’t know their way around a body! (;

Really, when the words had left his lips to whisper into ear about what he could do to her later than night, he was expecting a much bigger reaction than what he had received. Instead, Kuroo stared at her blank face, her brows furrowing slightly as she turned to look at him, the confusion evident in every feature.

“What?” she questioned and for a split second, he was certain that she was joking. That she was playing up this innocent act that she was so known for. So when he smirked and she still gave no more reaction to them, he instantly became worried that he would have to explain them: out loud.

The laugh that left him held a note of uncertainty. He wasn’t sure what he was supposed to do now that he had the potential of corrupting her beyond anything that she had apparently known. Instead, he smiled genuinely, charmed by this innocence he was glad to know was so pure, and leaned to gently peck her lips with his own. That mouth quickly smirked upward, his gaze becoming sultry as his fingers slowly traveled up the skin of her thigh. “I can show you, yeah?”

The moment Oikawa saw her brows pinch together, he was terrified that he had crossed too far over a boundary line that had yet to be established. He had assumed too much and now they thought he was a disgusting pig, he was absolutely certain that was the case. 

A panic surged into his stomach and his own expression took on that of horror, his hand instinctively reaching out to clasp tightly to hers. “I’m so sorry,” he spoke quickly, desperate to make up for the idiotic mistake he was sure he had made, “I shouldn’t have said that.”

Now her expression sank deeper, the corners of her lips tilted down in the slightest. “For what?” she asked then, fingers returning the hold of his, but a new wave of confusion washed over her with the reaction he was portraying now - so different from the confidence he had possessed when he had originally spoken the unknown phrase to her, “I’m not sure what you even said.”

Almost instantly, his confidence returned, the fire stoked by the idea of tainting someone who was so pure. He wanted to be the one to do that, to deliver the words, the touches, and the actions that pulled that untarnished mind and body. Pressing his lips against the shell of her ear, he was quick proud of the bright red that carried over the surface of her face as he purred his next words.

Akaashi had expected the blank response he got after his insinuation of what he could do to her when they were back at his home. Knew that the statement would make little to no sense for someone who was so innocent. And he loved it. Loved that he had this experience that he would be able to carefully teach them with elicit words and expert touches.

A small mischievous smile rested on his expression, body remaining close to hers as he leaned back into his seat, hand casually resting on her knee where his thumb gently stroked. Of course, he’d wait patiently. He wanted her to be curious, to want to know about the things he suggested and to learn. Never would he push for her to face these things unless she wanted to.

Watching as the thoughts swam around in her head was endearing, aware that she was trying to make sense of the words without having any knowledge of where to base them on. “What does that mean?” she finally asked, eyes falling to his hand on her knee.

His eyes surveyed her carefully before leaning in to press his lips delicately to her chin to then bring them to her ear, where he nipped lightly at her lobe. “I could tell you, or I could show you,” he offered, feeling goosebumps rise under his touch, “just say the word.”

“Oh?” was the first thing that left her lips when Tsukishima pulled away from whispering into her ear. Her gaze was on the floor before turning up to him to see his lips pulled back in the smallest of smirks which instantly caused her own to drop. “Okay, don’t laugh,” she started, instantly catching the full attention of the boy that she was sure was teasing her, “but I don’t understand.”

His expression faltered slightly, which was amusing in itself to see the collected Tsukishima so taken aback by the simple comment. It was regained quickly though, his arms crossing over the surface of the desk before him, eyes taking her in thoughtfully. “Not a bit of it?” he questioned then, voice curious.

“Not a bit,” she admitted shamelessly. She knew what this could mean for her, especially when it came to the blond before her, but she was used to his relentless teasing. She was prepared for what was inevitable.

But what did come, she hadn’t expected in the slightest. The smile had returned, this time carrying a new hint of something she wasn’t entirely sure of. There was a meaning behind it that was lost to her, but she guessed she would find out soon if she knew her boyfriend at all. “Then tomorrow be ready for your first tutoring lesson.”

anonymous asked:

Headcanon on types for the boys? Specifically Akira and Goro but anyone else you want to :o(also thanks for turning on Anon >w<)

hokay since i’ve gotten a huge influx of asks over the past. like. 24 hours, i’m just gonna do akira and goro here but if y’all want more feel free to ask me!

(also: unless i get a bunch of asks telling me to kill myself or some garbage like that, i’m never turning off anon. i know what it’s like to be shy & want to stay anonymous for requests like this.)


  • ok so akira would never really claim to have a type like
  • honestly if you were to ask this question to his face he’d just look at you funny
  • “type?? what r u talking about??”
  • he really loves p much all kinds of people, there’s no physical or personal trait that’s really a deciding factor for him or that tells him “yes that. that is the kind of person i want to be dating.”
  • it just kind of happens.
  • there are CERTAIN trends tho like
  • he really loves to fluster his s/o so there’s a good chance he’ll go for someone who’s easy to rile up like that
  • someone who can fill long silences between them, also, because he can be kind of quiet but he can sit and listen to people talk for ages. he just likes listening, likes the fact that people trust him with their words. even if it’s nervous chatter, it’s still their thoughts.
  • people who are passionate also grab his interest like, even if he’s got no idea what they’re talking about he’ll still listen and be like entirely enraptured because they’re just so ENTHUSIASTIC about it.
  • LOOK i know it sounds kind of generic but i see akira as someone who can really see the beauty in everyone so
  • say what you will


  • so i’ve said before that this kid cares about his public image
  • and that also kind of carries over into his “type”
  • (this is more talking about b4 spoilers occur, folks. he’d be a lot more genuine to his own feelings in an after-game scenario)
  • generally he dates people who are…conventionally attractive to japanese media?
  • fashion-forward, generally, pale, dark hair, etc
  • honestly if this boy follows his heart god knows where it will lead, but as long as he’s got a choice about it he’s probably going to pick someone who will look good with him on camera
  • he most readily goes for someone who is confident, who can handle the media backlash that happens whenever he’s rumored to be dating someone
  • but insecurities aren’t a turn-off, honestly, because he knows how that goes. intimately. way better than he should.
  • kindness goes a long way, also. he just can’t stand to be in the presence of someone who is hateful for longer than he absolutely has to
  • someone who has a life of their own, also, who can be busy and doesn’t need to cling to him constantly
a drive home 2 || Dan Howell

A/N: This is the second part of ‘a drive home’ I hope you like it!

Word Count: 1.3K

POV: Dan


Originally posted by coolimogene

“What the fuck do you think you are doing, mate?!”

My voice was loud and aggressive. Dylan, the guy who was trying to talk Y/N into doing something she didn’t want to do spun around to face me. He didn’t look very amused. He was pissed actually, but so was I.

“That’s none of your business, pretty boy.” Dylan snarled while glaring at me.

“She said no.” I growled ignoring his comment.

Dylan got up from his seat to appear more intimidating. Since I am freakishly tall though I wasn’t intimidated by him at all.

“You don’t have to ruin my night just because you are jealous!” He threatened.

“Ruin your night?” I laughed joylessly. “She said no.” I emphasised the No while I spoke.

“She is so fucking drunk, I would have gotten my way somehow.” Dylan explained to me as if that wasn’t the most vile and immoral thing to do.

My blood was boiling at the mere thought if it. That was how that scum treated women. That was how he would have treated Y/N. Y/N the most wonderful girl in the world.

Never before had I felt such anger inside of me. The room felt 20 degrees hotter than before. Automatically, my hands turned into fists, my knuckles white.

Before I knew it, my left fist collided with Dylan’s cheek. His eyes widened in surprise as the immense force nearly made him fall over.

“What the fuck?!” he shouted, now that his pride was totally hurt.

“That’s what you get for taking advantage of drunk girls, you disgusting prick!” I shouted. A few people had by now noticed us and stopped what they were doing.

I had never been in a fight before but he deserved that punch so much that I just couldn’t help myself. It was justice.

“You are dead!” Dylan screamed full of rage once he was on his feet again.

He stormed towards me and I mentally prepared myself for a fight that I was probably gonna lose since I had no experience. But shortly before he could make the first hit he was held back by my friend Colby and a stranger.      

Apparently, they heard what I said about his way to pick up girls and they were now absolutely pissed just like me.

“We are gonna take it from here Dan.” Colby shouted over the loud music. He and a few other guys were about to kick Dylan out of the frat house.

“You should take her home.” My friend than added gesturing to Y/N who was nearly knocked out on the bar.

“But who is going to drive you and the others home?” I asked him, taking my job as designated driver seriously.

“Joanne and I are gonna call a cab.” Colby assured me, I eagerly nodded and walked over to where Y/N was half asleep.

“Y/N?” I asked her to check if she was awake and responsive.

“Mhm” she just groaned and sounded a bit lost and frightened.

“It’s Dan from high school, I’m going to drive you to safety. Can you walk?” I explained to her.

She started smiling when she heard my name and as soon as she heard my question she tried to get up but nearly fell off the bar stool. I had to hold her waist to support her.

“The whole room is spinning, Dan.” She whispered into my ear as if it were a secret.

“I’ll have to carry you then, okay?”

She softly nodded her head and with that I lifted her up bridal style. Y/N giggled a little bit as I did so and immediately put her arms around my neck.

As I walked past the dance floor and the countless party guests with her in my arms she buried her head in the crook of my neck. Her hair slightly tickled my bare skin.

I was lucky enough to get a good parking spot earlier so it didn’t take that long to get to my car. Holding Y/N in one arm I got my keys out of the pocket of my black skinny jeans and unlocked the car. The lights went on and it responded with a little beep noise.

I carefully put Y/N into the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt before I got into the car myself.

The first thing I did was turn the volume of the radio down since Y/N already looked like she was asleep, with her head leaning against the window.

I really liked driving at night, the streets were nearly empty and it was just relaxing to me. It was going to take us 30 minutes to get her home and I just enjoyed the silence at first.

I really had to gather my thoughts and process what happened. It was incomprehensible that Y/N, the girl I liked since freshmen year at high school was actually in my car right now, after not speaking to her for so long.

“It’s really nice to see you again.” I whispered although I knew that she was asleep. I just needed to talk about this even if she didn’t hear it.

I quickly glanced at her from time to time to check if she was still asleep as I poured my heart out to her.

“I never told you, Y/N, but I was so in love with you during high school.” I nervously laughed a little bit at the quiet words that finally left my mouth.

I kept my eyes on the road and my hands on the steering wheel and just started rambling about my feelings. It was stupid, but it made me feel better.

“Who am I even kidding, I still have this huge crush on you and when I saw you tonight, I really wanted to talk to you. Unfortunately, that ass was faster than me.” I admitted and got sad and angry again.

I saw her eyes flutter a little bit at my words but she didn’t say anything and remained still.

There were a few good songs on the radio and we were about to arrive at her home soon.

After I had stopped in her drive way I shook her awake. As soon as she had opened her eyes she started examining her surroundings. She seemed pretty confused but then I explained to her what happened and that I had just driven her home.

I walked her to the front door since she couldn’t walk without my support. Y/N held onto my arm as I stabilized her waist and back. My heart was beating rapidly fast in my chest just because of how close we were.

When we reached the door it took her a while to find the keys. But even after she had found them she didn’t go inside right away. She just stood there and looked at me.

“Thank you for taking care of me and driving me home.” Y/N said softly and lightly squeezed my hand.

“No problem at all.” I told her with a smile.

Silence followed my words and I awkwardly stared at my feet. I wanted to say something. I wanted to tell her how I felt. I wanted to see her again.

But I didn’t.

“It was nice to see you again. Goodnight.” I whispered instead and mentally facepalmed myself as I turned around and walked towards my car.

‘That was your only chance and you blew it. Great Dan, just great.’  I cursed at myself.

“Oh and Dan?” I heard Y/N shout and immediately spun around.

“Yes?” I half-said and half-asked a little bit confused.

“I have always had a little crush on you too.”

anonymous asked:

Following Laito's HDB ending where he kills Karlheinz, what kind of king do you think he'll be?

I think he’d be horror, not only would he do cruel and humilliating things to his servants like force them to undress before him and make them say they’re sluts but I kinda see him the type to grab female humans to have a sort of stock of toys so when he killed a certain amount he can replace his servants.
All of them he’d toy their hearts into thinking they’re special for him and all of them would be virgins, young.

He’d rule using terror but at the same time showng certain unstability because I don’t see Laito as too much of responsible but more of the throw a party type. Of course, no normal thing goes on and it’s another bloodbath.

Tyranic kingdom if you ask me.

Cherry (Part 31)- wolf!jikook story

“Jungkook, it’s your turn!”

Hoseok, with his unusually bright smile and groomed ears, holds out the empty pickle jar. Inside are four slips of paper with four names; Jimin, Guk, Tae, and Hoseok.

In any other circumstance, Jungkook would’ve grabbed a paper without any worries. However, this one has his tummy jumbled and tail stiff. It takes all of his effort not to show his slightly shaking hands or to nervously lick his lips.

Something just feels wrong about what they’re going to do. Jungkook’s never kissed a stranger, only his Jimbles. Allowing an unknown male to kiss him, to let him hold Jungkook in his arms…

“Are you scared?” Taehyung snorts against Hoseok’s side, clinging onto his arm. Their ears flick together as Taehyung stares at Jungkook, a mischievous smile on his face. “See how cute he is, Hoseok? He’s like an innocent baby.”

At this, Jungkook bites back a sigh. If he was given a dollar for every time Tae called him a baby, he’d be a millionaire. “It’s just a kiss,” Tae continues, flicking Hoseok’s ear with a finger. “Don’t be shy and pucker up!”

How this is starting to sound like those movies Jungkook’s mother likes to watch!

They’re in the middle of their weekly sleepover playing the “card kissing” game. Whichever paper they pick, they’re forced to kiss that person whose name’s written on the slip. Perhaps Jimin wouldn’t be on edge if Tae hadn’t brought over Hoseok, a new wolf that keeps sniffing around Jungkook, smelling so strongly of freshly squeezed oranges it reminds him of his field trip to an orange farm.

Not that Jungkook minds the other wolf’s curiosity. He has a feeling that Hoseok’s motives are nothing more than friendliness. Still, imagining this wolf he doesn’t know very well kissing him has him more nervous than his third grade speech.

“He doesn’t have to do this unless he wants to,” Jimin gives a warning growl, watching Jungkook’s hand slip inside the jar intently.

“I think he does,” Hoseok taps Jungkook’s doughy cheek, noting the way Jimin’s hands clench in response. Eyes flicking to Jimin’s, Hoseok whispers, “C'mon Gukkie, let us see. I hope you get my name.”

“I hope he doesn’t,” Jimin hisses out, scootching closer to Jungkook. The way he’s sitting, it looks as if he’s about to pounce. There’s an anger scent drifting from him, his body unusually warm. Perhaps it’s from the cup of hot cocoa that they shared?

Opening the slip of paper, Jungkook’s eyes flick over the name.


“He has-” Hoseok’s smile immediately fades when Jungkook shows off the paper. “Taehyung?”

At his name, Taehyung claps his hands together. “Let me pick!” Thrusting his hand into the jar, he plucks out a paper and gasps at the name. “Jimin, I got you! Reminds us of those days when we’d experiment together, huh?”

Both Hoseok and Jimin seem quite unhappy as they silently stare at each other. Hoseok’s got a hand around Tae’s shoulder, fingers tapping against his skin.

“They’re not kissing.” Jimin’s voice breaks the quiet spell upon them, causing the tension to slink out of the room.

“I think we should kiss who we want to,” Hoseok agrees, hand drifting underneath Taehyung’s chin. “I’m kissing Tae.”


Before Jungkook can say who he wants to kiss, Jimin’s already kissing him quiet, hands slinking around his skinny shoulders.

Now this is nice. It’s his familiar Jimin, chest warm against his, so kind and caring but equally possessive sometimes…

Jungkook would have it no other way.

Renjun || Crushes & Moomin

Genre: Fluff

Summary: In which Renjun confesses with Moomin

“Y/n!” Renjun called out as you walked out of the classroom, ready to go back home. He ran up to you with his red hair sprouting all over the place. As you looked at him you realised his messy hair and giggled as he frantically tried to fix it. You touched his hair, putting it to the side before looking at him and smiling. “Don’t worry about it, you look fine!” You said assuring him that he looked okay. His face turned a bright pink and matched the colour of his hair. You cleared your throat and he spoke up, “Oh yeah! Uh- I was just wondering..are you doing anything tonight?” You shook your head and adjusted your bag, wondering what Renjun had in mind. “Oh there’s this new moomin café and I well…I wanted to go…and no one else likes moomin…and I-” “You want me to come?!” You quickly said excitedly, interrupting the boy from rambling on. “Yeah, I mean if you wanna come.” The Chinese boy lowered his gaze and patted the back of his neck anxiously waiting for what your reply was going to be. “OF COURSE! THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!” You yelled, throwing your arms up and hugging the boy who was now a light pink. “Ah it’s all good- s-so I’ll meet you outside your house in an h-hour?” He said stuttering every now and then. You nodded pecking him on the cheek before running home, “I’LL SEE YOU THEN!” He stayed there wide eyed with a fully red face but couldn’t help but smile at your cuteness.

Renjun knocked at the door, pacing outside, thinking about just what he would say. “Renjun!!” You walked out, dressed nicely but still comfortably and he looked at you in awe. “Woah, y/n! You look beautiful~” He said sweetly and you smiled at his kind words, “Thanks Renjunnie~” You scrunched your face and looked at him. He looked at you and smiled. “You’re so cute, I hope you don’t mind but we’re walking there since it’s quite close by-” He said and shuffled his feet because he didn’t really want to make you walk. “It’s fine don’t worry, just more one on one time with you!” You said positively and stood closer to him. “Well then let’s go!”

The two of you had a great walk to the café, you both talked about school and class and it was obviously fall of laughs. When you finally reached the cafe, you walked in with linked arms. “It’s under Renjun!” Renjun told the girl at the counter. The girl nodded and signalled to someone before motioning that the two of you could go in. “Y/n, go sit down first I’ve gotta get something.” You nodded and sat down at the reserved seating that the waiter had showed you to. You adjusted your clothes and waited for Renjun to come back.

You could see Renjun’s figure and a plate in his hand before he called out to you. “Y/n~ close your eyes!” You did as you were told and put your hands over your eyes softly. You could hear him, his soft footsteps and movements as he placed the plate on the table. He cleared his throat and sat down before softly whispering, “Open your eyes now.” You opened your eyes eagerly and looked at what was in front of you. It was a cake, but not just any cake. On top of the small moomin themed cake it wrote ‘Y/n I like you~’ with a cute little face and love hearts everywhere. You smiled and looked up at him.

“I like you too.”

And that was the start of something beautiful, a relationship full of moomin, laughter and pureness.

Originally posted by haechanz

Excuses for Kissing (Chapter 2)

The second time Steve kissed Tony, everyone was inside eating schwarma and Tony had stepped outside to make a few calls, when Steve followed him into the alley.

Tony frowned at him, but held up his finger as he said goodbye and put his phone away.

“What can I do for you Captain?” He asked nonchalantly, and Steve cleared his throat, glancing away awkwardly.

“You alright, Stark? It was pretty scary back there.”

“Oh you mean when I forcefully redirected a nuclear missile and flew it through a wormhole hereby saving the entire world? Yeah I guess it was dicey.” Tony couldn’t keep the smirk from his face, and outright laughed when the soldier rolled his eyes in annoyance.

“What I meant is… is everything–” Steve tapped his own chest, right where Tony’s arc reactor sat. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah, me and my suit are fine.”

They stood in awkward silence for a few minutes.

“I’m sorry about before.” Steve finally said. “I shouldn’t have assumed–”

“It’s fine.” Tony shrugged. “Lots of people think all I am is a rich man playing with expensive toys. Lots of people think I’m selfish. Nothing new.”

“I don’t mean that.” Steve flushed in embarrassment, recalling the argument in the lab just moments before the SHIELD transport was attacked. “I mean yes, about that, I had no right to go after you like that. But I mean EARLIER.”

“Ah.” Tony’s dark eyes lit mischievously. “Ah yes the impulsive secret hallway moment. No need to be sorry, Captain. Sometimes we need a little physical… comfort. It’s fine. Much more accepted than it was in your day.”

“Sure.” Steve kicked at the ground, and Tony waited a beat before clearing his throat obnoxiously.

“Well as fun as stilted conversations and awkward silences are, I think I’m gonna–” he took a few steps towards the street but at the last minute Steve reached out and grabbed him, spinning him around and pinning him to the alley wall.

“You died for us.” He whispered harshly, and covered Tony’s mouth his own for a desperate kiss. “You knew you were going to die and you did it anyway.”

“Cap, I was fine–”

“I was THERE.” Steve insisted, tugging his fingers through Tony’s hair and pushing him farther into the wall. “You were GONE and I didn’t know how to handle that.”

“Really, it was–”

“Can you stop talking for one second and kiss me back?” Steve demanded and Tony shut up, tilting his head up and kissing back as enthusiastically as he could, twisting their tongues together and running his hands up Steve’s body until the Captain jerked away with a gasp. “Jesus, Tony.”

“You told me to kiss back.” Tony said with a grin and Steve wiped his lips with a shaking hand.

“Yeah but–”

“Got to go, Cap.” Tony tossed him a salute and started walking away. “Call me if the world needs saving again.” He paused at the entrance to the alley and looked back. “Um, let’s blame this kiss on schwarma right? Foreign, romantic food? Yeah that seems like a valid excuse.”

anonymous asked:

I've been concentrating on Noct and his kid but what about. Noct's kid (he needs a name. Aurora, dawn in Latin. That is my vote.) comes down the stairs one morning, and sits next to Gladio. He's got that look on his face like he wants to ask something. 'What's up kiddo?' 'Dad said that when you guys where on an adventure, you guys where in a cave and got scared but a giant fan. And I told him there was no way uncle Gladio got scared by something so silly. Is it true?' '.. yes.'

LOL! that is so cute. But I headcanon that Iggy has a daughter named Aurora so we would need to do some brainstormin’


For anon…reader is Obi’s padawan as requested. Enjoy!

Y/N’s face was flushed from all the training she had been doing. Her lightsaber was up as she calculated what her Master, Obi Wan, would do next. She twirled her blade as the pair circled each other. Obi Wan was sporting that tiny prideful smile of his as he watched his padawan. Y/N couldn’t help but be momentarily distracted by the idea of feeling his lips.

Quickly, Y/N pulled herself from those thoughts. He was her Master, she was a Jedi in training. There was no way it would happen. Right now, she had to focus on not letting her Master beat her…again.

Finally, Obi Wan made his move. He pushed himself off the wall and started spinning toward her. The woman rolled under him and popped to her feet, quick to swing her blade back in his direction. Unfortunately, he caught the blow. She pulled back, spinning her blade above her head before crouching. She swung at his feet; he hopped it. He brought his blade against hers.

She cursed herself as she thought about how warm and close her Master was to her. With the Force, she flung her Master off of her before following it with several swings. Obi Wan parried each one with practiced ease. His prideful smirk was growing. Finally, Y/N was able to knock him on his back, pointing her blade at his face.

“I see you’ve learned how to focus enough to win,” he commented.
She helped him up while cocking her head to the side. “What do you mean?”
He smiled. “Usually, I worry that your thoughts are distracting. It doesn’t allow you to focus.”
Refusing to acknowledge the slight hint of a blush, she nodded. “Of course, Master. I’ll work on my consistency.”

He smiled fondly at her as the pair took a seat. His brows furrowed as he felt her thoughts grow once again. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, rubbing his thumb back and forth.

“Are you alright, Y/N?” he queried, “Is there anything going on?”
Blast his perception, she thought to herself before speaking, “No. I’ve always had a wandering mind, I guess.”

Obi Wan nodded. He found himself worrying because he knew her mind hadn’t always been this clouded. It used to be easier to see what was wrong through their connection. As of late, all he saw was confusion. He smiled at Y/N.

“I think we’ve practiced enough today, wouldn’t you say?” he teased with a glint in his eye.
She smiled, her thinking easing. “I finally beat you, and you claim we’re done.”
“One mustn’t forget to rest,” he jested.

The two laughed before Y/N got her things and went to clean up. Obi Wan frowned slightly as his worry returned.

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(AN: So I wrote this in school in my free time over the last two days and a girl turned around to ask me for something but glanced down and saw what I was writing and awkwardly started giggling before turning back around. RIP me. I wanted to write this because I was playing a dancing game and also I have to go for a call back tomorrow that involves dancing and I just can’t dance ;;)

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