your face and your arms


John Laurens x Reader

Request:  Hi Beans! Could I request a Laurens x shy!Schuyler Sister!reader? Maybe they meet like Alex and Eliza met, like one of the sisters introduces them bc she knows that the reader’s too shy to talk to anyone on her own? Thank you! <3 <3

“That one’s mine,” your sister Eliza said to you as she pointed out a short soldier from the other side of the room.

You nodded, but you were more focused on the man standing to the left, the one freckles.

Angelica nodded at Eliza and walked over to the man.

Eliza stared at him helplessly. You were still focused on his friend.

‘Freckles’ as you so decided to call him looked over at you and Eliza, catching your eye.

You immediately blushed and looked away, burying your face in Eliza’s arm.

Angelica dragged the soldier Eliza had been staring at over to her, Freckles following close behind, looking pointedly at you.

You squealed and ran off into the crowd, trying to disappear.

You were Eliza’s twin sister, but you were also the shyest out of all of your siblings. You didn’t like the attention, and you were terrible when it came to dealing with people.

You would much rather be in your room with a book or your knitting.

“Y/N! What are you doing?” Peggy and Angelica asked, ambushing you in the corner of the ball room.

“I’m going to take a walk outside,” you said nervously.

“Well you can’t go alone!” Peggy said, smiling mischievously at you and Angelica.

Angelica nodded.

“Why don’t we ask John to take you?”


“Hey John!”

The freckled man that you had been eyeballing earler walked up to you and your sisters.


“John this is my sister Y/N. She want to take a walk, would you mind accompanying her right now?” Peggy asked, batting her eyes.

He looked at you and smiled, your own eyes staring at your feet.

“I would love to. Miss Y/N?”

You looked at him and nervously took his arm.

He walked you out into the gardens.

You continued to stare at anything else besides John, not wanting to make a fool of yourself.

“Are you alright Miss Schuyler?” John asked you, noticing your rigid posture.

You nodded softly, noticing the roses over in the corner.

You broke away, going over to the bush.

“Are they your favorite?” John asked, walking over to you. You looked at him and smiled.

“Yes,” you told him, turning back and stroking one of the soft petals. “Aren’t they beautiful.”

“Yes. But not as beautiful as you.”

house pairings + love songs

gryffindor + gryffindor: tear in my heart - twenty one pilots
  “ the songs on the radio are ok; but my taste in music is your face! ”

gryffindor + hufflepuff: thinking out loud - ed sheeran
  “ take me into your loving arms; kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. “

gryffindor + ravenclaw: just you and me - zee avi
 “ we can do it all together. ”

gryffindor + slytherin: howl - florence and the machine
“ until i wrap myself inside your arms i cannot rest. “

hufflepuff + hufflepuff: i’ll cover you from rent
   “ i’ve longed to discover something as true as this is. “

hufflepuff + ravenclaw: quiet - lights
“ i’m the one, there’s not too many. hold my hand to keep me steady. “

hufflepuff + slytherin: human - dodie clark ft. jon cozart
  “ i want to give you your grin, so tell me you can’t bear a room that i’m not in. “

ravenclaw + ravenclaw: crayola doesn’t make a color for your eyes
  “ there is no way i could possibly describe you. “

ravenclaw + slytherin: a girl, a boy, and a graveyard - j. messersmith
  “ life’s a game we’re meant to lose; but stick by me and i will stick by you. “

slytherin + slytherin: wolves without teeth - of monsters and men
“ it’s perfectly strange, you run in my veins. “

When a girl is on your lap facing you with your arms around her it’s the hottest thing ever. You don’t know whether or not you wanna kiss her endlessly or fuck her or both.

Sleeping next to someone, not with someone, is perhaps the most intimate you will ever be with another human. In sleep, we are completely defenseless. We are soft and supple and childlike. Our hard exteriors falls away when the sand hits our eyes. The way you sleep, with your face softened and your arms wrapped around my waist, is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I am not an artist, but I may become one just so that I can capture that moment.
—  Michelle K.
cuddling with monsta x


  • warm
  • like a giant teddy bear
  • he’d just smile at you and pat on his chest to signal the start of the cuddle sessions
  • probably prefers the couch and would have one arm tucked behind his head so you can have space to snuggle on top of him
  • languidly strokes your hair as you watch tv
  • wraps his arms around u occasionally and just holds you there tucked under his chin and you feel so safe and warm
  • lil kisses on top of your forehead
  • generally very quiet cuddling sessions but good god you look forward to them so much


  • most of the time you don’t trust the cuddling to not turn into something else
  • bc come on this boy is thirsty
  • you’d just settle beside him and you see that smile as he slides his arms around your waist
  • kisses your face as you tell him about your day and vice versa
  • brushes your hair out of your eyes and usually zones out on your words because he’s memorizing every inch of your face
  • and everything is cute until you feel something hard against your leg
  • are you kidding me”
  • Come on,” he’d whine, “you’re so cuddly and smell nice and you’re really pretty, fuck, come here,”
  • it has happened one too many times on that couch you feel bad for the couch


  • feels like the most adorable anaconda in the world squeezing you
  • He’d have the longest and most frequent cuddling sessions
  • most of the time against your will
  • like you’d be walking by and his arms just snatch you onto the couch or the bed and hold you in a steel grip as you try to squirm free
  • “Minhyuk, I have to get something.”
  • “Too bad. I need to cuddle. Now.”
  • very touchy
  • he’d cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all along your face and run his fingers along your arms
  • And nuzzle your neck and look at you with all the love and tell you he’s so lucky
  • he’d love it when you stroke his hair
  • also poses a danger of turning things into something else

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Dating Cassian Andor Would Involve II

Mark I (My other Dating Cassian Head Canon post)

Originally posted by letdiegolunatouchjabbathehutt

  • Cassian just coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his face in your neck because he loves you and you smell nice and make him feel safe
  • Butterfly kisses. 
  • Smiling, laughing kisses
  • Softly sung songs while he traces his fingers gently over your skin. 
  • Using different names at different times.
    -”Cass” when you want something or those times when you’re cuddling and you’re just like “Oh Cass, I love you.”
    - “Cassian” when you scream his name when you think you’ve lost him, when you think he’s dead, or he’s about to do something reckless, when you need him by your side, now.
    - “Captain” when he orders you around unnecessarily. It’s a little bit of a tease. You may or may not also try using it during sex.
    - “Cap’” When you’re laughing and teasing and having a good time.
  • Him trusting you, and you him, in everything. This means that even though he can be quite jealous and protective, he still trusts you so it doesn’t get too bad. It’s other people he doesn’t trust.
  • His arms around your shoulder or waist a lot. He likes to hold you close, showing you you’re safe and he’ll protect you.
  • “You are my hope.”
  • Cuddling each other all night while he whispers in your ear about everything he’s worried about, letting people down, losing you. Afterall, you share everything, even your worries.
  • Slow, passionate sex
    Teasing, fulfilling sex
  • Hickeys left proudly on your skin. In the morning you’d whine to him playfully that you were going to get told off.
    “For what? These?” And Cassian would proceed to kiss each of your hickeys, making you giggle.
  • Making each other laugh, without fail.
  • “You love me.”
    “I know.”


PJs and Jazz Music

Originally posted by sirredmayne

Request:  Could you do an imagine where newt and the reader are just cuddling in their pjs at like 3 in the moring after a long day and one put on music and the just kind of sleepily dance with each other?

Can you maybe do a really fluffy cuddle session with Newt and reader? That be so adorable and maybe newt could have a teddy bear? Thanks.

It was about three in the morning but you were still awake with Newt, you were both in pyjamas and you were having a nice little cuddle session. Teddy bear in tow. You found it incredibly adorable that Newt had a little teddy bear that he snuggled with sometimes. This was one of those times. You weren’t complaining though, you loved that Newt had a little bear while snuggling in to you hair or neck. You turned so yours and Newt’s bodies were facing each other and wrapped your arms around his torso. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck. It was a night where you were both exhausted you just couldn’t get to sleep. “Want me to put on some music, love?” Newt asked, kissing your forehead. You nodded and got up with him. He put on some slow jazz music. “Would you care for a dance my love?” Newt asked, holding out a hand you both knew it would just be you two swaying in time to the music and you leaning against each other but it was something you loved to do and it always brought you even closer as a couple.

“Of course.” You smiled and put your arms around his neck and resting your head on his chest. Normally you would always play this game that you invented where you would say all the different things you loved about each other, you two personally thought this was what made your relationship so good, because you were constantly telling each other not only I love you’s but why you love the other. “Newt, I love you because you care so much for your creatures and even if it takes all day you’ll make sure each and every one is okay and in good health.” You said, pressed a gentle kiss to his chest, another thing that would happen would be when you had told the other why you loved them you’d give a kiss.

“And Y/N I love you because even if I stay up really late you’ll always wait for me to go to sleep and when we do I love the way you wrap your whole body around me and you kiss me and I know everything is going to be okay.” Newt said kissing your forehead.

“Oh Newt I love you so much.” You whispered emotionally, leaning up to place a tender kiss on his lips.

“I love you too, I still don’t know how I got so lucky with you.” Newt said, leaning down to give you a kiss, it started as just a peck but you felt like you just really needed that closeness with Newt and you deepened the kiss as Newt pulled you closer somehow he managed it. You put your hair in his soft hair and he let out a little whine, you smiled and placed soft pecks all over his face, he laughed softly while turning red from all your love. It was times like these when you both felt the most love. Late at night when the only thing on each other’s minds was the other person.

“You are home to me Newt, wherever you are I feel safe.” You whispered.

“Then stay with me, forever.” Newt said, pressing his lips to your forehead.

“I’d like that. I’d love that.” You said sleepily. You and Newt decided to retire to the bed. “Does this mean we’re getting married?” You asked with a smile. Newt smiled.

“Of course.” He replied making you grin. “I just have to find a ring.” He said making you laugh.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

  • Taiyang, jumps out of his bed in the middle of the night to Yang screaming down the hall, sprints to her room and flings the door open, flicking on the lights: YANG!?!
  • Yang, squirming around in her bed, screaming in agony with tears in her eyes: D-DAAAD!! DAD MY ARM! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH!
  • Taiyang, rushing over to Yang's side, quickly and softly grabbing ahold of her shoulder: Yang! Yang look at me!! Look at me baby, look at me.
  • Yang, opening her clenched eyes as tears keep streaming down, speaking through panicked gasps and painfully gritted teeth: hurts...
  • Taiyang, starts to talk before pulling back, and then shakes his head, tightly putting his hands onto Yang's face: Yang, honey, look at me. Your arm...your arm is NOT there. There's nothing there to hurt Yang. Look at me. Look at dad. Listen. You're okay. You're not in pain. Come on. Breath with me. In and out.
  • Yang, after gasps and gasps inbetween frantic sobs, she slowly begins to even out her breathing: just hurts dad...
  • Taiyang, pulling Yang into a tight hug, his eyes tearing up: I know honey...I know...but we'll be okay...
  • Taiyang, looking out Yang's window to see a crow staring in on them, he quietly whispers towards it: Why...why don't you just help?
  • Yang, sniffling and crying into her dad's shoulder, now mumbling almost incoherently: it hurts...
  • Taiyang, gripping tighter onto Yang as the crow flies off: It's okay're okay...
Missing You (Joker x Reader)

Originally posted by grysamobojcow

Requested by Anon: “Can I request a joker imagine where they get into an argument and the reader has had enough and leaves him and then a few weeks later joker gets into a fight and he’s badly bruised and the reader takes care of him? some angst & fluff and just a little OOC joker”

“You can’t keep doing this, J!”

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do,” he growled, waiting as Frost sewed up the deep cut on her shoulder.

“You’re going to end up dead and for what?! Some guy in a bat costume that you’ll never kill.”

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"You're my aesthetic, baby" - C.H

Lmao I’ve noticed I’ve only written about luke oops so here’s some calum!

Request here!    MASTERLIST                                           

It was a Saturday afternoon as the hustle of people and cars could be seen outside Calum’s and your’s, newly bought, apartment. The sound of cars rushing by filled your ears while you push yet another box into your soon-to-be bedroom.

“Babe?” Your boyfriend, Calum, called from somewhere else in your new home.

“In our bedroom,” you shouted back tying your hair into a sloppy bun, “I could really use your help here babe.”

The sound of your mans footsteps echoed throughout the apartment as he ventured to your shared bedroom.

“What’s up?” He asked walking towards you before wrapping an arm around your waist. You nuzzled your face into his chest, engulfing him in a hug. 

 "I need you to put up these fairy lights.“ You explained stepping out of the Maori boys embrace to collect the lights that you loved dearly. 

 "Fairy lights? It’s just passed Christmas, princess.” Calum stated with furrowed eyebrows. You giggled as you placed the lights into his out stretched arms. 

“Calum, what is a room without fairy lights?” You said mockingly. 

 "A room.“ He cheekily spoke causing you to roll your eyes. 

 "It just makes me really happy and I guess you could say it goes with my aesthetic,” You tell him before rooting through the box in search of a lamp to place on your bedside table, “Careful not tangle the fairy lights up or I’ll kill you. It took me an hour and a half to untangle them before.” You warned facing him to give him a look. 

He raised an arm in mock surrender causing you to roll your eyes and let out a giggle. 

 The room was big had only a king sized bed, which was covered with a white faux fur blanket, as well as a bedside table on both sides with plain cream walls surrounding the otherwise empty room. 

 "Aesthetic?“ Calum asked before cutely scrunching up his nose with confusion. 

"It’s just beauty or just appreciating beauty I guess.” You explained facing your boyfriend again. 

 "Mhmm,“ He replied thoughtfully, "I suppose you could say you’re my aesthetic, baby.” Calum winked at you as you burst out laughing. 

 "You’re so cringy, oh my god.“ You laugh as he sets the lights on your shared bed. 

 "You love it, admit it.” He said bringing you into his chest. You continued to let out little giggles into his chest. Calum listened to your laugh intently loving its melodic sound. He swore the angels were jealous of such a beautiful laugh. Your laugh was so infectious, he couldn’t help but chuckle along with you. 

“Unfortunately.” You said holding onto your boyfriend for a little bit longer. “I love you.” Calum said as you looked up at him, letting him peck your lips softly. 

 "I love you too.“ You replied resting your arms around his neck giggling slightly. "Your giggle is my aesthetic.” “Just put up the lights dumbass, I’m done with you.” You said as he let out a loud laugh hiding his face in your neck.

I’ll Be Here

Originally posted by marilynmay

I’ll Be Here

Dean had been sitting next to you while you slept for hours. Every time you so much as stirred or made a noise his hand was rubbing your back or your face, or stroking your arms. He’d saved you from a demon who had taken you just torture you for fun. Luckily, he’d gotten there before most of the fun started, except for one thing. The demon had started the torture by dropping acid in your eyes, blinding you and causing you some of the worst pain you’d ever felt. With Cas MIA, Dean wasn’t sure how long you’d be like this, and he was blaming himself for you getting kidnapped in the first place. 

It had been awhile since you moved and Dean stood to leave, thinking the worst was over, that you’d be able to rest now. “No.” You reached out, flailing you hand around, finally latching on to his wrist. “Don’t go, Dean.” 

“Ok.” Dean sat back on the bed and you pulled him down next to you, facing you. Lightly, you traced your fingers over the contours of his face, leaning in and gently kissing his lips. “Can you see anything?”

“Just shadows.” You whispered. “It still hurts. A lot.”

“I know.” Dean tucked your body close to his protectively. He started rubbing your back, trying to comfort you any way he could. “I’m sorry, baby, I should’ve - “

“Hey, this isn’t your fault, Dean.” You moved your hand to his cheek, brushing your thumb over the cheekbone. “You didn’t know this would happen. Not everything is your fault.” Before he could argue you leaned forward, pressing your lips to his. 

“Hey?” Dean questioned.

“Hmm?” You were already falling back to sleep, face nuzzled into Dean’s neck, the warmth of his body surrounding you like a security blanket. 

“If all you see are shadows, how’d you know it was me in here and not Sam?” 

“You smell nice. Like whiskey, leather, gunpowder, and something I can’t place all mixed together. Your hands are rough but gentle. And I knew you wouldn’t leave me until you knew I was ok. It had to be you.” 

“That predictable, huh?” 

You let out a mumble in agreement as your eyes fluttered shut and nuzzled in impossibly closer to Dean, rubbing your face against his scruff, trying to distract yourself from the pain. 

“Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I’ll be here.” 

“I know.” 

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The Secret (2)

prologue; part one; part two; part three;

You immediately froze on the spot, acutely aware of Baekhyun’s arms wrapped around your shoulders and your face buried against his broad chest. So many thoughts were running through your head: happiness at seeing your best friend for the first time; apprehension at the secret you held from him; not to mention flustered to be back in his arms and pressed up against his body.

His hand sliding down your back brought you back to reality and made you step back out of his hold. “What are you doing here?” you stammered nervously, tucking your hair behind your ear.

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anonymous asked:

Do you ever ust think, "Holy shit. Stephen Amell is so fucking hot i cant even.." cuz like I do. All. The. Damn. Time. Or I randomly think about the perfection that is olicity and openly (and maybe weirdly) grin, smile, or laugh in public. A lot.

My brain totally fried after “Holy shit. Stephen Amell is so fucking hot i cant even..”. Fangirl down!

You mean like when he does this thing with his face?

Or when he does things with his forearms? Like seriously who the fuck has sexy forearms?

Or when he does things with the suits he wears? And did I mention that face? The mention of the face and the neck and the veins and the eyes is default from now on.

Or the suspenders?

Or are you talking about the way he keeps tugs those drawstrings up?

Nah! You must be talking about this cruelty.

Or maybe this?

Or was it this?

Words fail me, I tell you. When it comes to this man,

It’s only because he can be doing something like this

or this (which is just heavy breathing for goodness’ sake)

And it would result in this. 

Every single time.  God was sipping the best wine when he created this man and unleashed him on us mere mortals. And the moment I decide I need to stop for a second, he’ll decide to look like this.

And this is a torture scene, for heaven’s sake! 

How is a girl supposed to live?