you can't not smile when you see him smile

watch ookiku furikabutte

- guys hold hands
- coach: “who wants mihashi?” abe: “I DO!”
- abe, to mihashi: “i like you, not just as a pitcher. i like you as a person too” I DIED
- mihashi is the cutest son you’ll ever adopt
- hearing mihashi caling abe, “a-abe kun” will cleanse your soul
- seeing mihashi smile helped me get rid of my acne 
- abe’s expression when he sees mihashi smile for the first time
- abe insists that mihashi call him by his first name “takaya”
- abe calls mihashi “ren” UBGUSIGYUABGYFST
- abe takes care of mihashi 24/7
- abe will literally fight anyone for mihashi

Imagine Woozi showing you his cute eye smile when you tell him that you’re happy to have met him.

anonymous asked:

OMG I CAN'T REMEMBER THE ARTIST! But the title of the song is Perfect Two, I think that will be so CUTE and happy to do. (Sorry, I just down wanna cry so I wanna see something happy.) - Happy and Smiling Anon

Namjoon/Rapmonster: You built him up when he was struggling, and the one support system he looked for in times of trouble. 

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

Seokjin/Jin: He knew it as soon as you started dating. You didn’t like everything that he did, but you complimented each other. You made each other smile. 

Originally posted by chimchams

Yoongi/Suga: He was not sure how well it would work out, but when you laughed at one of his jokes he got chills. It was the loudest laugh he had ever heard, but he made him smile. He decided right then he wanted to make you laugh for the rest of his life. 

Originally posted by taeverie

Hoseok/J-Hope: You were just as bubbly as he was. What really made him smile was when Jungkook was complaining that he was hungry, and you took him into the kitchen and started making him a peanut butter and jelly sandwich without missing a beat. 

Originally posted by nnochu

Jimin: You never let go of him. He liked that the most about you. No matter where you were you hand your hands in his. 

Originally posted by jikookshandshake

Taehyung/V: He was young, but he knew you were the one. He wanted to marry you as soon as he could. Seeing you play with those kids in the park, he knew you would be the one he grew old together. 

Originally posted by chimcheroo

Jungkook: He had never been in love before, but you were showing him what it was like. Even after years, you still gave him butterflies in his stomach when you told him you loved him. 

Originally posted by jjks

-admin izzy

anonymous asked:

Can you please write a Namjoon smut about you and him spend the night at his/your parents house and he wants to have sex but you're afraid that his/your parents will hear you two getting "busy"? Like you guys are trying to keep quiet but the sex is so freaking good that you can't Lol thanks!

ngl, one day I hope to do something like this with my future spouse. 

Warnings: dirty talk, oral, etc.


“Goodnight Mr. and Mrs. Kim!” you call politely over your shoulder, waving at the couple as Namjoon pushes you up the stairs, his hand already gripping at your ass.

You want to smack him away, but instead you continue to smile at his parents, and his mother smiles back at you.

“Goodnight Y/N, we’ll see you in the morning, yes?”

“Yes, of course!” you respond hurriedly, elbowing Namjoon in the stomach when you reach the top of the stairs. He grunts quietly, but the hand that had migrated to fondle you through your pants doesn’t move away.

“Night,” Namjoon says briefly, shoving you down the hall and towards his room, and the minute the door closes, Namjoon switching the lock behind you, he pounces.

“You–what are your parents going to think of you?!” you hiss at Namjoon as he slides his hands up your shirt and pulls it over your head hastily. 

“If you’re quite they won’t think anything,” Namjoon growls, dominating your lips. Too easily, you latch onto him, deepening the kiss as Namjoon walks you back into the bed. You fall onto the mattress when your knees give out, and Namjoon uses that moment to unclip your bra–throwing it onto the floor beside your shirt.

“How fucking long have you been waiting?” you ask in disbelief as he fondles your chest roughly. His finger pinch and twist at your nipples and you keen at the attention.

“Since the minute we got here,” he admits gruffly, grabbing your hands and leading them to the button on his jeans. Rolling your eyes at his overly needy pace, you begin to undress him, a gasp leaving your mouth as he wiggles his hands past the band of you pants and begins messaging your clit through your underwear.

“Moving a little fast, aren’t you?” you mutter when he leans up to kiss you again, and he bites your lip, eyes dark as he stares at you.

“You know that I could drag this out for hours–I could have you begging for my dick and whining like a baby waiting for it’s bottle–but then my parents would know how much of a slut you are, right? They’d hear us and know how good you take my cock, and you don’t want that, now do you?”

“N-No,” you stutter, arousal coursing through you as the words leave his mouth.

Namjoon’s dirty talk never fails to get to you.

“Good,” he says, nodding, and shucks off his boxers and jeans. You hurriedly follow his lead, wiggling off your pants and underwear until you’re sitting on the edge of the mattress, completely bare.

“Switch with me,” Namjoon demands, tugging you up. You watch as he seats himself on the bed, legs spread, and you sink to your knees as you catch onto his drift.

“Suck me off while you touch yourself,” he growls, looking at your expectantly, and you don’t hesitate as you reach up one of your hands and begin stroking his cock, the other dipping down and rubbing against your core.

“Shit, you’re always so good for me,” Namjoon breathes satisfactorily as your lips slide over the head of his shaft. You begin bobbing up and down, coating his length in saliva and taking him in deeper each time. All the while your hand is rubbing at you clit, and between that and Namjoon’s dick filling your mouth you’re already becoming wet.

Hallowing your cheeks, you keep going, loving the way Namjoon’s breathing has turned rough, one of hands reaching up and tangling in your hair. It’s not long before he curses and tugs you back, your mouth leaving his cock with an obscene ‘pop’.

“Hand and knees. Now,” he growls, and you waste no time. 

Jumping to your feet you crawl past him onto the bed, lifting your ass in the air invitingly. Namjoon licks his lips at the sight, quickly grabbing at your hips as he lines himself up, cock teasing between your fold.

“Nam–,” you start, whining, and grasp at the sheets when he pushes in without warning, a deep, satisfied groan building in his chest. You want to cry out at the relief–his dick filling you deliciously–but instead you bite your lip and bury your face into the sheets, trying your best to be quiet.

After all, the last thing you need is for your future mother and father-in-law to hear you having sex with their son.

“Shit, I wish I could hear you begging for my cock,” he growls, thrusting into roughly–the way he gets when he’s already at the edge. “I miss hearing your sounds, Y/N. Don’t you think my parents would want to hear how much their future daughter-in-law loves their son?”

“N-No,” you stutter, heat pooling in your gut as he continues to pound into you, the bed-frame beginning to shake. With each thrust you feel your release drawing closer, and judging by the way quiet vulgarities have begun leaving Namjoon’s lips you can only guess that he’s in the same position.

Fuck,” he breathes, one of his hands curling down and sneaking between your legs. You can’t help the cry that leaves your mouth when his fingers press against your clit, but the sound only serves to edge Namjoon on.

“Come for me, Y/N,” he commands, rhythm staggering, and with the new addition of his fingers on your clit your body follows his command–orgasm ripping through you as you moan obscenely into the mattress, hands gripping at the sheets.

Namjoon falls into pleasure with you not a few seconds later, his teeth biting down on your shoulder as he spills into you, a deep, sated groan vibrating against your skin.

“Shit, Namjoon,” you breath when he finally slips out of you. You collapse onto the mattress, chest heaving, and Namjoon does the same.

You both lay there in silence for a few minutes before Namjoon rolls over and kisses your forehead. At that, you smile, curling your arms around him as he pulls you closer, your legs tangling together.

“I love you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss to his chest, and he smiles.

“Love you too.”

“…do you think they heard us?”

Namjoon stills, frowning as he lifts his head up and listens for the sound of his parents. When you’d both left the TV downstairs had been on pretty loud, but now…there’s nothing.

Sighing, he lets his head fall back to the mattress.

“Lets…uhh…let’s worry about that later.”

Graduation Imagine
  • It's been a long senior year and you've finally made it to graduation. You're laying in bed, excited to finally start your life. But then you realize; (TC's name) will no longer be your teacher. You get this intense feeling of dread in your stomach.
  • You: (thinking) fuck. I can't believe it's over. How am I going to get through this? It's the last time I'll see him. School isn't the only thing that's going to be over with... Tomorrow is the last day I'll ever get to see his smile, his eyes, his everything. I'll never hear his voice again.
  • You start to panic and you end up falling asleep because all the stress made you sleepy.
  • You wake up the next morning and you instantly remember TODAY is the last day. You get sick to your stomach but you pulled yourself together.
  • You: (thinking) Well today's the day... I should have prepared myself for this. I knew it was going to happen but time flew by so quick. This can't be happening.
  • You get ready for graduation and you look beautiful as fuck. You and your family drive to the school and on the way there all you can feel is your stomach turning. Wishing time would stop or you could relive the last couple of months. When you and your family arrive at the school, you don't want to get out of the car. You just use the excuse that you don't feel good to stay in the car just a little longer. But then it was time to go in. Time to face your reality.
  • You walk into the school and out of all people who could have been standing 10ft in front of you helping your soon to be former classmates, it's (TC's name). You immediately stop and look at him and his eyes lock with yours. He smiles at you but you can't even smile back because you know what is about to happen.
  • You: (to your parent/sibling) oh my god I'll be right back.
  • You run into the bathroom and lock yourself in.
  • You: (thinking) This can't be happening. How dare he smile at me when he knows it's the last day I will ever see him. Gosh, I fucking hate this. How can he be so calm about this? Why isn't he showing any emotions? Maybe all this time I was wrong. Maybe he doesn't like me at all. Maybe I don't matter to him.
  • You start having a panic attack but you hear a knock on the bathroom door. You pull yourself together and wipe the tears off your face. You open the door and pretend like your fine. It's your best friend.
  • BFF: What the hell? What's wrong? Why have you been crying? Are you okay? Who do I need to kill?
  • You: (slight laugh) Nobody. I'm just emotional that this is the last day of high school. I'm really going to miss this place. It's actually over.
  • BFF: Who cries this much over school? I've known you for years, all you wanted was for school to end. Are you sure there's nothing else going on?
  • You: (thinking) Yeah, I wanted school to be over with. But that was before I fell in love with (TC's name).
  • You: ... Nothing is going on ...
  • BFF: I can tell when you're lying to me so tell me the truth, please. I want to help you.
  • You: You'll think I'm a freak or think it's gross.
  • BFF: C'mon if I thought you were a freak I wouldn't have been your friend for this many years. It can't be that bad. You can trust me.
  • You: Fine... I'm in love with (TC's name) and today is the last day we will ever see each other.
  • BFF: WAIT YOU LIKE (TC'S NAME)??? HOW LONG HAS THIS BEEN GOING ON?
  • You: (however many years or months)... I don't just like him. I love him.
  • BFF: Does he know?
  • You: Of course not. He'd never feel the same way about me so why would I risk everything we have and make everything complicated?
  • BFF: Tell him. What's the worst that can happen now? The worst thing that could possibly happen is that he'll reject you but that's his loss. You're an amazing beautiful woman. If he can't see that then you need to find someone who will see that.
  • You: I can't just tell him... He'll think I'm weird.
  • BFF: Here, lets go. We are going to be late if we don't hurry up. We will think of something.
  • You and your BFF go get your graduation gowns from (TC's name). You and (TC's name) make awkward eye contact and you both smile at each other. You and your BFF start walking to where all the other students are.
  • BFF: He totally likes you. I can tell.
  • You: Please don't get my hopes up like that. I don't want to be let down even more.
  • BFF: I'm sorry...
  • -To save time I'm skipping to the part where you walk across the stage to get your diploma.-
  • You walk up on stage and you're more nervous than you've ever been. You walk up to (TC's name) and he gives you the brightest smile ever.
  • TC: (Your name), congratulations.
  • He hands you your diploma and you two get close together so the photographer can take your picture. The photographer takes the picture when suddenly...
  • TC: (whispering in your ear) I know you like me.
  • You: Oh my god what? (Your face turns really red)
  • TC: Congratulations again!
  • You are in shock. You walk off stage and sit back down in your chair.
  • You: (thinking) What just happened? Did I hear him right? Did he just tell me he KNOWS he likes me? What the fuck?
  • The graduation ceremony ends and you're with all your friends and family in the lobby taking pictures together. (TC's name)comes up to your group.
  • TC: Mind if I have a picture with the new graduate?
  • BFF: SURE!
  • You: (thinking)Oh my gosh, why is all this happening? Why does he want to take a picture with me?
  • You and (TC's name)smile for the picture.
  • TC: can I see the picture?
  • BFF: Yes!
  • TC: (takes your phone and sets a reminder to pop up on your phone for 10pm) Awesome picture!
  • Your TC smiles and walks away. You noticed he was typing while he was supposed to be looking at the picture but you can't find anything. So you forget about it. You and your family go home and have a home celebration. There's gifts, cake and family. You are very tired from the stressful day so you cut the party short and get ready for bed around 9pm. You take a shower and put your night clothes on and you get all comfy in bed. You're laying in bed and you feel your phone buzz. You roll over thinking it was another text from someone congratulating you for graduating. But you were wrong. Your TC put a reminder on your phone to go off at this time. You read it and your heart stops for a good minute.
  • Reminder:
  • I've been waiting a long time to kiss you. Come kiss me.(Address).
  • -(TC's initials)
  • ---------------------
  • This was my first ever long imagine so please, give me some credit lol. I tried my best.
  • Main blog - @tcwes
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“Daddy!”

When Another Man Hits On You (Be My Princess 2)
  • Hayden: Fake. He's practically sparkling with the fake smile he only has when he's so upset that he doesn't want anyone to notice. The minute you see it, you immediately know something is wrong. "Nothing's wrong darling, but prepare yourself, I'm not letting you sleep tonight."
  • Kuon: Mad. He's practically seething in rage as he stomps over to the man keeping you from him. A strong hand rests on the frazzled mans shoulder, as his eyes glow red. "I think, you should get away from my girl."
  • Oliver: Pouting. It's not like he can do anything when a king from a neighboring nation is flirting with you. Especially when Altaria needs a positive relation with them. Of course the straw is broken when he actually touches your arm. "I'm sorry, but my princess and I have a prior appointment to reach."
  • Sieg: Over Protective. Afterwords, he won't let you out of his sight. He can't believe he let some creep actually touch your arm, it don't matter that the bar was crowded or that you were on your way back from the ladies room. He should have protected you. "Wait I'll come with you!"
  • Ivan: Silent. He's completely silent as the diplomat continues to make lewd comments about your body. Even though he knows that the diplomat is only speaking freely because he doesn't know he's listening, his knuckles can't help but itch. When he finally catches the diplomat, he flashes him a smile and says: "I don't think you should worry about my princesses, as you said, 'perky ass' because her taste is far too exquisite for someone of your caliber."
  • Aslan: Calm. He minds a little, but as you approach him, cheeks bright red carrying a scrap of blue paper, he can't help but smile. He can't even begin to imagine how beautiful you must feel right now. He doesn't like the idea of another man making you feel that way. But seeing how flattered you are, makes him happy. "You look so beautiful, my princess."
  • A/N: sorry if this kind of sucks, most of these are set in a bar.
  • -SKY

anonymous asked:

Can I request a banquet fix for this GPF?? If you can't, that's fine, but I'm curious to see what you think would happen. Thanks!! (P.s. you're really really good)

I ended up sorta basing one part of this off of @kaeriyue‘s thing here haha woops


“Funny, I thought tigers were a pack animal. Wonder why this one always likes to be alone.”

“Those are lions, Otabek.” Yuri snorts, but he does crack a smile. Otabek can’t help noticing that those smiles are easier to get when it comes to him.

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Jealousy
  • This scene takes place after Rilucas broke up. Smarkle is still together.
  • Location: Topanga's.
  • Riley, Lucas, Farkle, and Smackle are studying together. Farkle and Smackle are flirting with each other. Lucas is focusing on his work. Riley stares at Farkle and Smackle and smiles her signature fake smile. Farkle notices the smile.
  • Farkle: Riley, are you ok?
  • Riley: Yeah. Couldn't be better. Why?
  • Farkle: No reason.
  • Riley starts to work on her homework. Farkle stares at her. Riley looks up.
  • Riley: What?
  • Farkle: Nothing. Smackle and I have to go.
  • Riley: Why?
  • Smackle: We have a debate tomorrow that we have to prepared for.
  • Lucas: Have fun.
  • Smackle: Stop hitting on me.
  • Lucas: Ok.
  • Farkle: (looks at Riley) I'll talk to you later.
  • Riley: Ok.
  • Farkle and Smackle leave.
  • Riley stares at the wall.
  • Lucas: Are you ok?
  • Riley: I'm fine.
  • Lucas: I know we aren't dating anymore, but you can talk to me about anything.
  • Riley: I know.
  • Lucas: Is this about Farkle?
  • Riley: Remember when we broke up and I told you about my feelings for Farkle?
  • Lucas: Yeah.
  • Riley: I thought by now, those feelings would go away. But they get stronger everyday. It's getting harder to see them together.
  • Lucas: You need to talk to Farkle about it.
  • Riley: What am I going to say? (Sarcastic) "I know you and Smackle are perfect together, but I'm in love with you." I can't do that to Farkle and Smackle. They're two of my best friends. I would never do anything to hurt them.
  • Lucas: You can't not tell him. Look at what's it doing to you.
  • Riley: He's not going to believe my feelings for him are real. He'll probably think I'm just jealous of his relationship with Smackle since I'm not dating anyone.
  • Lucas: You're a little jealous.
  • Riley: You think? I want a relationship with him. And I feel horrible about it. Why couldn't I have feelings for him before he started dating Smackle? I hate being jealous.
  • Lucas: It's a normal feeling.
  • Riley: I think I'm going to avoid him for a while. At least until my feelings go away.
  • Lucas: You can't hide from your problems.
  • Riley: I can try.
  • Farkle walks back in. Riley sees him.
  • Riley: Great. That didn't last long.
  • Lucas: I thought you were preparing for your debate?
  • Farkle: We need brain food. I'm getting a smoothie.
  • Farkle orders a smoothie with two straws. Riley gets up to leave. Farkle stops her.
  • Farkle: Riley, what's wrong?
  • Riley: Nothing. I have to go.
  • Farkle: Don't lie to me. We don't lie to each other. I know when you were smiling before, that was your sad smile.
  • Riley: I'm not sad. See. (Smiles a big smile) Smiley Riley.
  • Farkle: Are you sure there's nothing you want to tell me?
  • Riley nods her head yes. Farkle gives her a hug and leaves.
  • Riley: Except for the fact that I'm in love with you.
  • Riley starts crying and Lucas consoles her.
  • The end.
  • This scene was requested by @riarkleandlucayalover. I hope you liked it.
That feeling...

That feeling when you see your crush even for one short second and make your whole day complete. ‘Cause even if you know that he will never come to look at you the same way you do to him, you can’t help. Since you’ve fallen for him so hard that you forget your surroundings and smile like an idiot, everytime you walk by him. 

“I don’t really know why I’m still hoping.”

Jimin ft. Taehyung - Not your Kind [Part 2]

You wake up, clutching the bed sheets. It was the same nightmare and every night it got longer and longer. But today felt weird. the boy in your nightmare - you recognised him from somewhere - he seemed familiar. Though you hadn’t seen his face yet, you were familiar with his frame.

You got off your bed and walked to the bathroom. You put some toothpaste on your brush and looked up at the mirror. Something was different.

You had colours around your body.

You put the brush down and started touching everywhere, hoping the colour would eventually fade away but it didn’t.

‘Lack of sleep’ the small voice in your head spoke to you.

You dropped the topic and continued brushing your teeth and went downstairs to be welcomed by a delicious smell.

“You’re up!” Eunji , your guardian, beamed at you. She had a yellowy pink colour around her.

“Yeah.” You sat on the chair and waiting for your food.

“Be more cheerful. You’re 16!” She smiled, making her colour turn more yellow. You looked up at her head where a little cloud was bouncing around.

“What’s that on your head?” You asked and reached your hand out, making the cloud sit on your hand. You stared at it, analysing it.

“What are you talking about? And what are you doing with your hand?” She asked, her colours turning a sickish green with curiosity.

“Nothing.” You said and put your hand back down, making the clous fall on the table and stumble a little before returning back to top of Eunji’s head.

“Happy birthday.” She smiled, changing the subject.

“Thanks.” You said and munched down on your breakfast.

“How was school yesterday?” She asked.

Your head went straight to Jimin.

“It was okay.” You said and got up. “I’m going now.” You said and kissed her cheeks, making her colours turn pink.

“Be safe.” She called out behind you and you walked out of the door.

~~~~~~~~~

“Lee!” A familiar voice came down the hall. You looked up to see Taehyung.

“Hi.” You said when he walked up to you and smiled.

“Heard it was your birthday today.” He smirked and you rolled your eyes, walking past him into the classroom, to be attacked by a bunch of colours and clouds above peoples’ heads. You realised that the clouds stiffened a little as you and Taehyung walked past them.

You sat down on the seat next to Taehyung and looked up at him.

'Why can’t I see his colours and the cloud thingy?’ You wondered to yourself.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Taehyung smiled a little, making you look away from him, outside the window to see Jimin walking to school. He suddenly stopped and looked up, straight in your eyes.

You blinked at him in confusion and he gave you a wink.

Morning angel. Happy Birthday.’ He said in your mind. You were still not used to it so you looked away from Jimin and looked towards the front of the classroom where the teacher had entered, having a mixture of colours around her.

Her colours suddenly changed into pink when Jimin entered the class and bowed to her. he walked to his seat, giving you a wink on his way.

You look freaked out. Something wrong?’ You turned around in your seat to see Jimin’s eyes on yours. “Stop it.” You whispered and he nodded.

The lesson ended with you feeling no better.

“Jimin!” You called out, and he turned around in his tracks.

“Something you want from me angel?” He raised his eyebrow the slightest bit and walked towards you.

“I need to talk to you.” You said and he took your hand and scribbled a few things before letting your hand go. You opened your wrist to see a bunch of numbers.

“What?” You asked Jimin and he gave you a sly smile.

“Call me and talk to me when you’re ready.” he said.

You looked at him, horrified. 

“No. Jimin this is serious.” You said and he stiffened a bit.

“Ok. just meet me after school in the garden."He said and walked out of the classroom before you could refuse or consider it.

You looked back at the classroom to see Taehyung still in his seat and looking straight at the board, his gaze could kill anyone that came in his way.

The day ended and you rushed to the school gardens before you could change your mind. you had though about this a couple of times in your head through out the whole day.

"You’re here early.” Jimin said after you sat down next to him on the bench, keeping a safe distance between you two.

“Don’t mess around. Just answer my questions.” You said to him, not quite brave enough to look at him in the eye.

“Okay.” You heard him whisper.

“Who are you?”

“Park Jimin.” He said with a slight laugh in his voice.

“Jimin, i’m serious. Who actually are you?” You looked at him in the eyes, making the sparkles in his eyes disappear.

“Okay, I’ll tell you everything.” He said after a while and looked down at his shoes.

“I’m your guardian angel, Jimin. My duty is to protect you. Well was before i fell in love with you.” He said and looked at you in your eyes. His eyes looked so sad.

“What happened?” You whispered, moving closer to him the slightest bit.

“You see the cloud thingies on people’s head?” He asked and you nodded. “Yeah, they’re their guardian angel. Every human has one. You used to have one but now you don’t.” He said, making you confuse yet send chills down your spine, making the small hairs on your arms stand up.

“But i thought you said that you are my guardian angel?” You asked, playing with your fingers.

“I am. You see, I used to be one of those. No one can actually see us when we’re like that. But once you fall in love with a human, you get kicked out of the heaven, making you a fallen angel. So I guess i’m your fallen guardian angel.” He smiled. it wasn’t the charming smile, it was a sad smile.

“Can’t you go back?” You asked, surprised that you were actually able to keep up.

He shrugged. “There are conditions. You have to swear an oath that you will never fall for a human again.”

“So why don’t you?” You asked, scratching your head.

“Because we can’t break the oath once we swear it. And I don’t think I’ll be able to do that.” He said and looked at you in the eyes. “I’ve fallen for you.” He said and after a while he started laughing.

What?

Oh, fallen for you. He’s a fallen angel.

“Stop it Jimin. You hardly know me.” You denied and hugged yourself once the wind started blowing to keep warm.

“That’s when you’re wrong angel. I know everything about you.” He said, making you feel creeped out yet safe at the same time.

“What about Taehyung? Why did you tell me to stay away from him? And why doesn’t he have a guardian angel on his head? And why can’t i see his colours?” You started firing questions at him, hoping to change the topic.

“He’s a demon.” He said straight-forwardly.

GOT7 reaction to mispronouncing your name

missblackmcstar said:

Hi! I came to drop a reaction. They see you, started flirting and when they ask your name (which might be kind of uncommon or complicated) they mispronounce it ^^ I love your reactions as always.

bellona-dreamer said to reactionsthatigot-7:

Hey, I just saw your react about mispronouncing your name. How about a version when they get it wrong in a new and pretty way? “Say that again?” You smile.


are smart request, i love it!!… Its so relatable T_T
hope you like what I’ve done, sorry it took awhile to get to :( 
Please keep requesting ^_^


~~~~~JB~~~~~

He was doing so well, then he messed up your name, and now he just feels stupid. Sure he couldn’t hear you that well when you said it, but still its your name.


~~~~~Mark~~~~~

He was surprised with himself, he couldn't believe it, he stared hoping it wasn’t too much of a big deal.
‘please don’t hate me for this’


~~~~~Jackson~~~~~

He would try and laugh it of, it was an innocent mistake, your name was tricky after all, but secretly he was hoping you didn’t take it to heart, he didn’t want to mess this up.


~~~~~Jinyoung~~~~~

When you correct, he hides behinds his hands in embarrassment, but he doesn’t want you to think badly of him, so he tries to make the situation lighter by laughing slightly.


~~~~~Youngjae~~~~~

Well damn! He can't believe it, he was doing surprising well in flirting with you, but then he completely butchers your name, he’s quick to apologise but still he hated that he messed up.


~~~~~BamBam~~~~~

He would try and distract you with his cuteness. As soon as you correct him he’d come up with a cute but cheesy line which makes you laugh, then change the subject to how cute your laugh was.


~~~~~Yugyeom~~~~~

Smiles hoping you hadn’t noticed, and when you correct him he tries to maintain his smile, he doesn’t want you to see him start blushing over it. He had to keep up him cool guy look before all the dorky aegyo comes out.


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Who They Would Be In A Different Life (Kissed By The Baddest Bidder)
  • Eisuke: The Boy Next Door. He's just normal. He grows up in a suburban neighborhood, with close friends, and attends an average high school in the city. He attends university, and winds up working in the office where you work as well. In about a week he's asked you out for a drink, and you accept. His smile is so warm and inviting you can't help but smile with him. "This must be fate."
  • Baba: Museum Curator. He is absolutely in love with valuable artificers and the history behind them. He's known it since he was a child, and his parents took him to a museum for the first time. Despite his success, he can't help but feel like he's missing something. But when he see's you gazing into the Egyptian vase. He knows what it is, you. "I would be happy to give you a tour, but only if you promise to have dinner with me afterwords."
  • Mamoru: Child Prodigy. His parents knew he was gifted when they saw him reading at the age of three. After that he attended the worlds finest schools and universities. He was hailed as brilliant by everyone he knew. But despite his popularity, he knew that all the knowledge in the world wouldn't make him feel less alone. You were the first person to see him as a man, and not as anything else. "Marry me."
  • Soryu: CEO. He owns one of the world's largest computer company. His parents are awfully proud of him, and he has set the worlds golden standard, but no matter how many women he meets, and how many friends he makes, none of them seem to compare to you. He doesn't understand why at first, after all you're just a secretary at the front desk. You don't seem to have any special traits, or qualities. But he can't help but want to be around you. Finally he understand that you do have a special quality. Optimism. "I think you and I should probably be together, that's what the statistics say at least."
  • Ota: Model. He's actually very popular. He's already a spokesperson for various companies. Men's watches, Jeans, sparkling water. It doesn't matter what the product, he makes everything look good. You meet him at a shoot, on your first job as a photographer. He can't seem to stop flirting with you. You figure he's just toying with you, but his face is serious when says "I'm being quite genuine, and when you fall for me it won't be because I tricked you. It'll be because you finally realized I'm the only man who's worthy of you."
  • -SKY
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Insecurities
  • Ashton: You run a hand through your hair in another desperate attempt to tame it, but your hair is refusing to cooperate. You groan in frustration and reach for a hair tie off you dresser just as Ashton walks in. You try to scrape your hair back into a ponytail, but even that looks terrible. You yank it out and sigh, guessing you'll just have to deal with it today. "You know, I love your hair," Ashton says suddenly. "I always have. Plus, now you let me twirl it and stuff and it's always really soft and really pretty." You laugh as you pull one of his beanies over your hair. "Well thanks, but I hate my hair," you tell him. Before you realize it, Ashton comes up behind you and yanks the beanie off your head, raising it up high above you with one arm, and wrapping his other arm around your waist to keep you restrained. "Don't hide your hair. I like it. It looks so good," he says. "I'm having a bad hair day," you whine. "No, you're not," he chuckles. "Besides, I want to wear this beanie today. You look amazing and so does your hair. I promise." He kisses the top of your head as you glance back to the mirror, deciding that maybe your ridiculous boyfriend has a point. Maybe it's not quite as bad as you thought.
  • Calum: "You look beautiful, as always," he says the second you round the corner. He kisses your forehead softly, still leaning down to do so despite your sky high heels. "Those heels are crazy high, babe. Are you going to be comfortable?" he asks. You nod and say, "Comfortable enough, yeah." He frowns and says, confusion evident in his voice, "Why don't you just wear flat shoes?" You bite your lip nervously, trying to figure out a way to get around admitting to him why you want to wear heels today, but you can't find a way around it. "Your whole family is really tall, Cal, and I just- I feel really short around all of you, like I'm not enough tall enough to be a part of the conversation," you mumble, refusing to look at him as you talk. "Go put on your Vans right now," he orders you. "None of this insecurity about your height is going to fly around here. I like that you're so much shorter than me. When we're sitting, your head fits perfectly on my shoulder and my head can rest on top of yours easily. Plus, you're hug-sized, and I love your hugs. You're the perfect size, love." You smile up at Calum and kick your heels off before wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly. He chuckles and says, "See. Perfectly hug-sized."
  • Luke: You nervously chew your lip and stare down at the napkin in your lap. Your cheeks turn a dark color as Luke's words register in your mind. He's simply said you were beautiful. Nothing flowery. Nothing extra special. Just three simple words. You respond back with, "Thank you, but I'm not." Luke sighs before speaking, "Why do you always say that? You're so pretty." You shake your head and say, "Because I'm not." Luke sighs again and fists a hand into his hair. His blue eyes find yours and his hand untangles from his hair to rest on the edge of the table. "Look, okay, I have seen girls and I know girls, that are, in some sense, 'prettier' than you. They're more athletic or whatever. Hell, I know several models. But there's something about you, the way you move, the way you carry yourself, the way you smile, just, everything about you. You're so attractive to me. I thought you were pretty the first time I saw you, way before I loved you. Now? You're a level of stunning no one else can even come close to matching. Okay?" Luke says. Your mouth drops open slightly at Luke's speech. You're not quite sure how to react. You come up with something after a few seconds that you hope works: "Man, I love you, Luke Hemmings. And I am so lucky that you love me too." The smile that breaks out across his face tells you that you responded correctly.
  • Michael: You text Michael back after a moment of thought, deciding honesty wrapped up in a joke is the best way to reply. You joke about how much he must adore you for being willing to put up with you and your constant insecurity and dislike of yourself. His next few texts come to you in rapid succession: "Don't tell my girlfriend, okay? She can't know how much I love her. Like, you don't even understand. She's soooooo cute. You don't even know how cute she is. And smart. She amazes me every single day. And she's got the bestest sense of humor of any human ever. I just wish she could see how amazing she is." You're his girlfriend, the "she" he's talking about. You can't wipe the smile off your face before your mom catches you smiling. "Michael?" she asks, a smirk playing at her lips. "Yeah," you reply. She shakes her head and laughs lightly as you return to texting him back. You simply say: "I love you so much, Mikey." You imagine the smile breaking out across his face when he reads that. He texts you back almost immediately: "I love you more, sweetie. So much more."
  • A/N: Random fact about this preference: Most the things the boy say in this are inspired (or possibly taken word-for-word) from an actual boy who talks to me. - Kate
Where He Takes You on a Date (Be My Princess Headcanon)
  • Roberto: Movie at the Park. Two pillows are wrapped in your embrace, the soft cloth brushing against your cheek every so often. Roberto's carrying the blanket, and assorted snacks in a picnic basket. He's really excited, and it's to be expected, after all the park only puts on a movie once a year. The summer air is hot, but the wind brushes away any heat as the sun dips down. The laughter of children ringing through the air as you two lay down the blanket. "This is going to be so much fun!"
  • Edward: Art Museum. Your heals create a soft tap as they press against the marble floor. Your body is covered with an elegant red gown, a soft arm looped and resting on his. It's been a surprisingly silent night, few people have approached you. When you look up to meet his eyes, you notice he's looking right back at you. The vibrant paintings glowing behind you, your hand slightly squeezing his arm. "Are you enjoying yourself?"
  • Glenn: The Zoo. It's only after you two arrive that he understands what an awful idea this is. It's grotesquely hot outside, and the animals are all asleep. You're still excited though, prancing about and taking pictures on your phone. Suddenly you pull him towards you and take a picture. Smiling as you look at the surprised look on his face, eyes wide, mouth in a small 'o'. And he can't help but smile upon seeing your expression. "As long as you are happy, my princess."
  • Keith: The Museum. It's not really his cup of tea, but he knows that you really want to see the new exhibit. His fingers intertwine through yours as you study the artifacts, he's so bored he could die. You can't help but notice how quiet he is, you wonder why he would insist on coming here if he wasn't interested. When you finally ask him about it, he merely blushes. "Just enjoy it, if you keep thinking you'll get wrinkles."
  • Joshua: A Fancy Restaurant. He was a bit excited to get out of the castle, and this new restaurant was just the way to do it. Besides, he knew you really like this particular cuisine. He's been brushing up on ways to 'romance' you on occasions like this. He insists on feeding you, of course he's blushing when you insist on the same. "This romance stuff is much harder than I anticipated."
  • Wilfred: The Beach. He took care of everything, packed everything, made sure his duties were done, and made sure to keep it a secret from you. Needless to say you were thoroughly surprised when you arrived. His warm blue eyes drowning you in attention. He did everything you wanted to do, rent a boat, play in the water, walk along the beach. He seemed more than happy to comply to every wish. "For you, I would do anything."
  • -SKY
1D Imagine: You get dressed up
  • Note: Happy Thanksgiving guys! I've been working on this one while I did't have internet. :) You guys should send me requests and keep me busy for the night xo
  • Niall: Even though you had been together for a while, Niall had never been able to convince you to come to any red carpet events with him. Usually you had a good enough excuse. Class, family events, or once you had a stomach flu. This time there was no excuse and here you stood in the bathroom of your hotel room having a mild melt down. You looked yourself over in the mirror. Eleanor had helped you pick out the dress and it looked amazing. It was Niall's favorite shade of green and it made your eyes seem so much brighter. "Hey, you ready?" Niall poked his head in the bathroom and you looked over at him with wide eyes. "I-Yup." You squeaked and tried to cover your nerves. "Come on, don't be nervous." He grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. "You look amazing- like so amazing, everyone's going to love you." His eyes are traveling down your body and you can't help but notice just how handsome he looks in his suit. "What if I trip? Or make a fool out of myself." You burry your head in his shoulder and you can feel him laugh lightly. "Don't worry, I've got you." He pulls away so you have to look at him. "Now come on, I want to show you off." He says and links his hand with yours. With his hand in yours, you suddenly feel like maybe you can do this.
  • Zayn: Normally you'd prefer to go out in sweats and t-shirts, but you knew that Zayn loved seeing you dressed up. Today you went all out. You had gone out with a group of your friends and they had helped you pick out the perfect black dress for your date tonight. You paired it with his favorite red heels. "Zayn!" You called to him from the other room and he stuck his head in the room. "Zip me?" You asked and gave him a small smile. You turned around to expose your back and pulled your hair over your shoulder. "Where did you get this dress?" He asked as he made his way over to you. "Just a little something I thought you'd like" You smiled. His hand moved to the zipper and moved it up slowly, letting his hand graze the soft skin of your back. You lean into him and his lips move to your neck. "If you don't stop that, we'll miss our dinner reservations." You turn around to face him and kiss him quickly. "What do you expect me to do? You know that dress is going to drive me insane all night." He shook his head. "That's why I picked it out," You laugh and pull him toward the door.
  • Harry: Lou outdid herself yet again. You stood in front of the mirror in your hotel and took in your outfit. Your dress was red and hit your curves perfectly. You already knew Harry was going to love it. A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts and you ran to open it. On the other side of the door stood Harry, head to toe in black. "Fuck." Was the only thing he said as his eyes slowly raked up your body. "Remind me to thank Lou later." The way he looked at you caused a surge of confidence. "You don't look so bad yourself, Styles." You tugged at the belt loop of his pants so that he was closer. "If you keep this up, we aren't going to leave this hotel room," Harry's voice was low in your ear as his hands went to your waist. "Keep what up?" You faked innocence and pulled away from him to grab your purse. "Come on, you wouldn't want to keep the other boys waiting." You smirked and walked past him to the hall. With a groan and a string of some choice words he followed you. "Just wait until after this," He said as he caught up and snaked his arm around your waist. "Can't wait." Was all you said in response.
  • Liam: "Why can't I find anything to wear," You whine and pull off yet another dress. You had yet to step out of the dressing room to let Liam see anything. He was such a good sport. He could be out with the boys tonight but he'd agreed to help you find a dress to wear to your friend's wedding. "Here," Liam called your attention and knocked lightly on the door. You cracked it open and he passed you a pink lace dress. "Try this one," You could hear the encouraging smile in his voice. Its a pretty dress, but at this point you've given up. After sliding it on you look at yourself in the mirror. It looks amazing so you open the door to show Liam his pick. "Why didn't you show me this one first!" You cross your arms across your chest and laugh. "I think we finally have a winner," He smiles and you retreat to change.
  • Louis: Louis can't hide his emotions well. You always know how he's feeling just by looking at him. He has a smirk that is reserved for when he likes what he sees on you. His eyes light up and they wonder slowly over your body. The look says "that's /my/ girl" and you loved getting that look. Tonight you were going out to dinner with some of his family and according to Louis, it was a swanky place. After tearing through your closet, you finally find something to wear. The dress is one of your favorites. The color brought out your eyes and it hit your body in all the right places. You finished getting ready just as their was a knock in your door. Quickly and carefully, heels were never your forte, you grab your bag and open the door. Instantly you are rewarded with the look. You meet his gaze and he bites his lip. "Trying to torture me tonight, are ya?" He laughs and kisses your cheek. "I live for it," You counter and join him outside.
Imagine Cas painting your nails

“What’s this?” He asked and sat down beside you in the library. You had several nail polishes stood out in front of you on the table.

“These are nail polishes. It’s colour for your nails.” You explained and showed him your left hand, that being the only hand you have managed to do this far. It smelled strongly and Cas made a face when you brought your hand a little closer to his face. You giggled at him.

“It smells… strongly.” You nodded slowly and dipped the applicator in the colour again, getting ready to start on the right hand.

“Can I do it?”

“Paint my nails?” You raised and eyebrow with a smile playing on your lips. He nodded at your question. “Are you sure?” You asked, once again with a smile.

“Yeah, come on.” He nodded approvingly as you handed him the applicator, making sure not to spill any of the liquid on the table.

He took your hand loosely and began to paint your nails. He was surprisingly good at it, he didn’t spill anything and your skin didn’t have to suffer from getting nail polish on itself.

“Well shit.” You said when he finished. “This is really good Cas, thanks!”