you can lean on the boys

anonymous asked:

hi! sorry to bother you, could you please translate jungkook's reply in this post? mobile(.)twitter(.)com/jeonjk901/status/836181311475888132 i saw it translated as 'good' but it doesn't look like that to me?? (also thank you for all the translations you do for everyone, especially when you have to decipher the boys' writing)

ok so after intensively searching through my post-it folder i have decided that it can be either 굳 (good, although the more common way to write it is 굿) and 굴 (cool), because kook writes the ㄹ and ㄷ almost the same… i lean more towards the option of ‘cool’ tho. but again it’s even more confusing because ‘cool’ is commonly written as 쿨 while 굴 can be ‘cool’, or it can mean ‘oyster’…

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Please I would like Kylo emperor with a gentle Empress and mother of twins of 1 year

“They both look so much like you.” Kylo whispered, lack of sleep being predominant in his angular features. 

“They look like you too.” You smiled, leaning your head back onto his chest. You held your sweet baby boy and girl in your arms, as Kylo held you in his.

“Well, I’d be worried if they didn’t.” He chuckled softly, the movement making your little boy’s mouth twitch. He began murmuring incoherent things in his sleep.

“I can’t wait until they can talk properly. I can’t wait until they realise that their father is the Emperor of the Galaxy.”

“I can’t wait for them to be able to go to sleep on their own.” Kylo grumbled, rubbing a hand down his face. Parenthood was still somewhat difficult for him, as he valued his sleep greatly and the babies had been depriving him of it with their midnight cries. But above all he valued you and your children, and for that he was making the best efforts.

“You’re doing a good job, you know.” You spoke, your words so warm that Kylo burst into a wide smirk, despite his weariness. 

“I’m only doing so well because I have the best wife to help me through.” 

You sighed, sitting there silently as the quiet noises of the planet whirled outside. The palace was situated a decent distance away from the main city, but the noises were still evident, in a very comforting way. You planned to take the children out there sometime next year, when they could remember visiting their home city for the first time ever. The thought excited you. 

“You are so, so beautiful.” Kylo uttered huskily, pulling you from your thoughts with a thumb caressing your cheekbone. 

“Kylo, I’m not a fool. It’s sometime past midnight and I haven’t slept properly in a week.”

“And yet, you outshine every other woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I know you’re not a fool (Y/n), that’s why I’d never lie to you.”

You felt the same old butterflies stirring in your stomach once more. You were quite fond of this softer side of Kylo, and no matter how long you’d been with him, it still made you fall deeper in love with him.

“For what it’s worth, I think you’re quite beautiful yourself. Even when you look like the mess you do.” 

“I hope you’ll still feel that way when I’m old and frail.”

“I will.” You hummed. “…Kylo.”

“Yes, angel?”

“You said you’d be old.”

Kylo huffed, running a hand slowly through your hair. He’d always been so blue when talking about the future, claiming that he’d never grow old and that he was bound to live a miserable, short life. 

“It’s because of you.” He responded after a moment of consideration. “And the babies. I love you three so much that I’m willing to fight for the right to grow old.”

You planted a kiss on his lips, sweet and lingering, then a kiss on the foreheads of your young. 

“You’re an amazing father and husband. You’ve already earned the right.”

James Potter: seventeen, hair got struck by lightning at age four and hasn’t sat down since, knuckles that jut out, holds his wand between his teeth to impress girls- to impress the girl, doesn’t own one pair of matching socks, the kind of attractive that fills the ribs, fills the shoulder blades, fills the heart, Sirius painted his nails once and he kept the polish on all week, sees the girl before registering anyone else in the room, young organs pumping young blood, wired to himself, to his boys, to the girl, can tell what you’re about to say before you say it, he’s just sort of like that, has a habit of leaning arms on peoples shoulders, starts the trust fall before anyone realises they’re  meant to be catching him

Sirius Black: seventeen, eats whipped cream by the fork full, rolls up the sleeves of his robes, begins most conversations with: you absolute fuck, column of his throat running down the neck like water, leaves his text books all over school, made of gut feeling, of instinct, of starting before you know how to finish, a part of him still stuck in that house, with the door slamming, with his mother yelling, with the world ending,  he is the bomb going off in the swimming pool, he has probably made a bomb go off in the swimming pool, smoking just outside the door- look- you can see the smoke, you can see the shaking hands.

Remus Lupin: seventeen,  jumpy, long eyelashes, the sullen quiet of fog in winter, scars up the arms, round the neck, across the chest, eyes that stare as if they are waiting for permission, plays the same records until he’s mouthing the words in his sleep, gives out flowers for gifts, sarcasm that could stop the heart, soft, like the skin above your collar bone, like stained glass windows with light through them, like seeing a star in a textbook, knowing that  something that good is out there even if it is far away, often has wind billowing through his baggy t-shirts, pulls out his bottom lip when thinking, at night wakes up sweating, dreaming of blood in his mouth, the kind you get when you rip an arm off, when you lick the bone clean.

 

Peter Pettigrew: seventeen, socks right to the knee, eating an ice cream, has a sore neck from always looking up, raw fingernails- bitten to the cuticles, full of fear, oozing fear, could fill cathedrals with this fear, burns books for no reason, unmade bed, the flush of a cheek that is bloated, a mound of blood, sits on the floor because there is no room at the table, counts on his fingers, pulled a muscle when walking up the fourth staircase, shuts his eyes, opens them, realises he is still in his own skin, pale, a stick of white, unassuming, like flowers, or the moment the ground gives way, all at once, as if it was going to all along

Just witnessed excellent parenting

The gf and I are in walmart shopping

Little girl: points at gf “Mommy she’s pretty! I want pretty friends like her!”

Girl’s mom: “You shouldn’t make friends based on how people look. It’s what’s inside and how they treat you that counts.”

Little girl: “Oh, okay. So we should be nice to everyone?”

Girl’s mom: “Right. Good job!”

gf kisses me on the cheek and leans her head on my shoulder because she’s a sap

Little girl: “Mommy! They just kissed! Girl’s can’t kiss each other!”

Girl’s mom: “Yes they absolutely can. Girl’s and boys can love each other, just like your daddy and I love each other.”

Little girl: Thinks for a moment “Will it be alright if I love a girl one day too?”

Girl’s mom: “When the time comes, you can and will love whoever you love. It won’t be a choice, it will just happen.”

Me: tries not to fucking bawl in goddamn Walmart.

Do we turn you on? (Muke threesome)

Summary: Your best friends pick up on the fact that the both of them make you insanely horny (i can’t do summaries okay i suck)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: This is smut! Luke assumes ‘dom’ position and they all have a threesome ;) 

There’s a little bit of NSFW above the ‘keep reading’ line!

A/N: I’m such a slut for muke I’m surprised this is my first threesome with them? Let’s just say I let my imagination run pretty wild haha :) enjooooy!

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Michael’s warm fingertips trail across your upper arm, the heat causing goosebumps to pebble across your sensitive skin. As you’re sitting so close to the boy, you can smell the deep musky scent of his aftershave and feel a tug of desire to lean across and smash your lips against his.

You would if you weren’t in a room with your other best friend.

Luke’s leaning against a white wall, his blond hair tousled into loose curls. You take a moment to admire his wide stance before your attention drifts to his fingers curled around his phone. So many night you’ve spent - in the crowd at one of their shows - watching his fingers work magic on his guitar.

You’ve always wondered what they’d feel like inside you.

You imagine they’d be nimble: Luke always brags about his ability to twirl his fingers at perfect angles. But at the same time, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d move quickly, immediately establishing his dominance before proceeding to bend you over a table.

“Did you just moan?”

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I keep seeing this cute Dad Might picture in my head – clear as a photograph, I tell you.

Just imagine: It’s winter, and cold, and for some reason, Izuku and Toshinori take the train to get home from wherever they have been. It’s already late, the train almost empty, and Izuku is freezing up. So in search for some warmth, he cuddles against Toshinori’s side. Toshinori, you have to know, is a living, walking heater. So he’s the perfect source of warmth for the freezing, tired boy.

Speaking of tired: Somehow, Izuku manages to fall asleep on Toshinori.

Toshinori startles when he realizes that Izuku is literally using him as a pillow, and spits blood in embarrassment and flustered surprise. But once he sees how content sleeping Izuku looks, he can’t bring himself to move the boy away. Instead he adjusts, making sure that the boy is comfortable leaning against his bony shoulder and not going to slip off, and proceeds to watch the lights passing by at high-speed outside.

(Or at least, he pretends to. He quickly comes to realize that watching Izuku sleeping, breathing evenly and scrunching up his nose and murmuring from time to time, is way more interesting.)

Little Kisses preference(?)

Peter Maximoffer!: cupping Peter’s face in your hands and smooshing his cheeks together before booping his nose making him go cross eyed with a smile

Kurt Wagner: always randomly wrapping your arms around Kurt’s shoulders to hug him but leaning up and kissing the tip of his nose making his eyes squeeze shut happily and his nose scrunch up while giggling at you

Peter Parker: locking your arms around Peter in a tight hug and peppering kisses all over his face until he can’t stop giggling, giving a squeal of your name and half heartedly attempting to push you off

Warren Birb: surprising Warren throughout the day by coming up behind him wrapping your arms around his chest and nuzzling into his neck and kissing his cheek before going on with whatever you were doing, leaving a red faced bird boy behind

Lúcio lets go of Genji’s neck and disengages his visor, setting helm, mask and filter aside as he leans in for a quick kiss. “You’re so good to me, gatinho.”

Genji pulls back a bit, his expression playful and just the slightest bit disbelieving. “I should be the one saying that to you,” he murmurs, pressing his lips to the underside of Lúcio’s jaw. (x)


I screenshot scenes from fics I think are cute so I can draw them later…

Also a bonus genji I doodled as a break

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You rolled your eyes at the blonde haired boy in front of you. You crossed your arms, leaning all your weight on your right foot.

“Newt, I still don’t understand why I can’t be a runner.” You complained, watching as the boy sighed in frustration. He was getting real tired of this conversation. You knew that, but you were too stubborn to give up.

“(Y/N), I’ve told you a thousand times! It’s too dangerous for you! There’s things beyond that wall that you’re not prepared for!” Newt stressed. You frowned a bit at his words.

“But Newt-” You started, but got cut off by a different male voice coming from behind you.

“Newt’s right, (Y/N). It’s too dangerous for you out there. You’re better off being a Med-Jack where we know you’re safe.” Minho spoke, clasping a hand on your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. Thomas appeared next to you, nodding his heads at Minho’s words.

This time it was you who sighed in frustration. You knew there was no winning with these boys. You loved that they cared so much about you, but they were babying you. You weren’t as fragile and weak as they thought you were. You wanted to prove your worth to them, but every time you tried, you got shot down.

You shook Minho’s hand off of your shoulder before walking out into the Glade, not looking behind you.

The Opposite of Cute

Prompt: Batman gets turned into a puppy

AN: While not a sequel this story does have a counter part, called Cute. Click here to read that.

Words: 276


“He doesn’t look very happy.”

          “He just got turned into a dog, of course he’s not happy!”

          “I kind of like him like this.”

          You’re a bit confused by the conversation taking place, but you can’t help but smile as you go on your tiptoes to see what the boys are looking at. Your smile turns into a bit of a frown as you say, “Really Damian, another dog? How’s this going to make Titus feel?”

          Damian’s ears turn red, as the other boys began cackling, and the dog growls. You kneel on the ground next to him and scratch behind his ears. He leans into your touch and you smile, “Who’s a good boy? Who’s a fluffy puppy? Who’s a cute puppy?” You pet the dog for a few minutes longer before asking the boys, “Did you ask your dad about the dog?”

          Jason just cackles and you raise an eyebrow in question. Dick gives a nervous smile before saying, “Well, you see, the dog is kind of, actually Bruce.” Your hand stills on the dogs head and you turn to look at him.

          You consider the words for a moment before turning to your husband and saying, “I never thought of you as a German Shepherd to be honest.” There’s this growl and you just turn back to the boys, “The league is working on this?”

          Tim nods, “Twenty-four hours until he changes back.”

          You smile and turn back to Bruce, “If you promise to be a good dog, I’ll let you sleep on the bed.”

          Damian’s eyes go wide and he exclaims, “That’s not fair, you don’t let Titus on the furniture!”

“I can’t believe you called me hot while on stage.”

Jensen just smiles and leans himself back onto the couch in the green room. “Well … I would’ve said ‘flaming’ but that wouldn’t have come across right.”

“No, it wouldn’t have” Misha huffs while busying himself with a bag of chips and not bothering to look back at his troublesome costar.

“Then I thought about saying that you are the fire in my loins, but I don’t think that would’ve been an improvement.”

Misha stops fussing with the chips a moment so he can stare up at the ceiling in exasperation. “My god …”

“Or … I could’ve said you were a hunk of burnin’ love.”

“Okay, you can stop now.”

“Would 'Smokey, the gay bear’ have been better?”

Misha can only roll his eyes before tossing the chips back onto the table, quickly turning around on his heel a second later and making his way towards the door.. “I’m walking away now.”

“My little firecracker?”

“I can’t hear you!”

“The spark in my heart?”

“You need mental help!”

“The warmth to my … uh … okay, I don’t think I got anymore.”

Misha groans with relief as soon as he opens the door to the hall. “Finally!”

Jensen just laughs, grabbing a pillow off the end of the couch and chucking it at Misha’s head before the guy has a chance to leave.

“Hey!” Misha yelps, turning back to glare at the other man– frustrated and fed up.

But jensen just shrugs and gives him that million dollar smile. “ I told you 'hot’ was the better choice.”

Misha may agree, but that doesn’t stop him from shutting the door again and running over to tackle Jensen as he slouches all cool and collected on the couch; because now, Misha has the sudden urge to show his friend all the other ways that he can start a fire.

Boyfriend! Rowoon (SF9)

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  • thinks it’s funny when you’re too short to reach his face to give him a kiss
  • but he’s always willing to lean down and kiss you instead
  • cooks for you
  • always making sure that you’re eating
  • i mean if this boy is cooking for you i dont know why you wouldn’t eat
  • likes to rest his head on your head
  • if you can’t reach things, he’ll gladly get it for you
  • and he’ll purposely put things within your reach so you don’t have to struggle again
  • always ends up walking faster than you since his legs are so long
  • “hey (y/n), where are you?”
  • “i’m *cough* right here *deep breathe* behind you. My legs aren’t as long as yours, i can’t keep up with you”
  • “get on my back then”
  • so you get a piggyback ride because he doesn’t want to lose you
  • also he loves the close contact
  • finds all your attempts to reach his height utterly adorable
  • (i.e high heels, shoe lifts, jumping up and down or like standing on a higher platform”
  • constantly singing for you
  • only ever gets jealous if you like hang out with one of the members a lot
  • kinda just like
  • “i thought I was your boyfriend (y/n) -3-”
  • “rowoon, i can hang out with your members, they’re my friends, you have nothing to worry about”
  • “hmph, fine. just make sure you don’t forget about your boyfriend
  • always moving your hair out of your face because he thinks that you’re absolutely stunning and wants to see your face all the time
  • also likes doing your hair
  • and actually does a really good job
  • probably friends with your family on facebook
  • when you guys are cuddling his entire body is practically covering you since he’s so big
  • during cuddling sessions he likes to intertwine his fingers with yours and put his forehead against yours
  • and he’ll just stare at you so lovingly
  • gives short and sweet kisses
  • could go on for days about everything he loves about you
  • and will if he needs to
  • wonders everyday what he’d do without you he just loves you so much

‘You’ll kill him,’ Poseidon tells him, with the calm of a sea at its most dangerous. ‘You love him and you won’t mean to, but you will.’

Apollo glances at him sharply, ‘You’re the one who drowns him.’

Poseidon’s smile is smug and serene, and he hates it, ‘Yes.’ Then he’s leaning forward, lips brushing his ear in a caress of salt-wind-wet that would feel too intimate if Apollo didn’t know it to be anything other than spite. ‘But out of ruinous love for you,’ murmurs the sea, ‘it’s into my arms he’ll fall.’

A strangled shout—

A crash of waves against the shore—

and Poseidon is gone.

Apollo remains there, hollowed out and worn because he can picture it all too well. The boy with a heart overfull and yet still so hungry. His eyes, how they’ll turn from ecstasy to agony as he learns that you can be destroyed by what you love. A small eternity of falling, the despair of it and the longing.

He thinks of Icarus’ back, the supple curve he’s so often traced, and the marks he’s put there. Because if the boy is greedy, then oh how the sun is too.

He thinks of Icarus breaking upon the waves and—

an ocean embrace putting him back together, a smile of triumph against soft skin, hands and lips soothing the burns on his back with a pleasure to hide the pain.

Those hands and lips are not his own, and Apollo finds he can barely breathe.

— the sun dreams of murder // (c.ruth)

#421 Icarus with burns on his back

  • Draco: [leaning over and talking to Hermione's lap] I can't wait to play with you all day, and to hear your first words.
  • Blaise: [wide eyed] Why are you letting him talk to your crotch that way?
  • Hermione: He's talking to the baby.
  • Blaise: Oh, that's good. Because when I heard, "I can't wait to hear your first words" I thought, "Boy that's some trick!"
Fourth Anniversary

Summary: Cute things happening on your fourth anniversary with Jungkook!

Characters: Jungkook x Reader 

Genre: Fluff, implied smut

Words: 1394

A/N: I guess I’ll stick to oneshots until I get more inspiration to start on chaptered stories. Hobi is my bias but I can’t help but write Jungkook as my main character in stories cause this boy fits EVERY SINGLE CHARACTER.

I would really, really appreciate if anyone that likes my story to follow, reblog and like them. Also, follow me on twitter@thejjanghoseok. I want to make ARMY friends ^^


Originally posted by jinkooks



A pair of warm and familiar lips trailed along your jaw and down your neck, teasing you with multiple kisses and some occasional light sucking. Stirring from your once deep slumber, you leaned closer to the chest of the intruder of your sleep. 

His hands slowly reached to the hem of the big white shirt you were wearing, which were actually his. His fingertips sneaked under the said shirt, making you squirm and scooted a little further.

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