#I imagine he actually has the softest facial features

[slxthserenade]

Sylvain was born to pretty boy forced to himbo. That’s his fucking problem.

[bitches-who-write]

If you don't feel comfortable doing this it's completely fine. Could you please do an imagine where Patrick is actually loving still Patrick but loving in his own way and the reader is dealing with self harm. Patrick actually cares about the reader. If you don't feel comfortable I completely understand. Thank you.

For sure!! We just don’t write about the topics of self-harm or eating disorders due to triggering material for other possible follows. Thanks for understanding but hope you enjoy this nonetheless!🖤🖤

Bonafied Lovin’

Patrick X Reader. Patrick expresses his affection towards the reader in his own, unique ways

Warnings: Offensive names, Foul language, Implied sexual themes (but no smut)

It’s been said time and time again…

Patrick isn’t normal per se, and he doesn't have a normal way to show his affection.

However, that doesn’t mean he's all bad all the time.

But keep in mind, it’s very, and we mean v e r y rare for Patrick to be in an affectionate mood.

We’re using the word ‘affection’ here instead of ‘love’ because, well, Patrick just isn’t capable of expressing love or really feeling that emotion altogether.

Patrick loves things not people.

He loves sex and porn, but not the person he’s doing the fucking with

He loves his lighter and hairspray but does he love his family?… Not a chance, just ask Avery~ exactly

But enough of the negatives about Patrick.

As we mentioned, he might not be loving, but he does show some affection to his S/O (other than sex surprisingly.)

You know Patrick truly cares about you when he becomes overly possessive.

Even if you nonchalantly make eye contact with another guy, Patrick will take notice.

RIP to that innocent dude- Patrick and the rest of the Bower’s Gang are already on their way to go after him.

Don’t think you’re getting off scot-free either~ Patrick has punishments in mind for you later.

Another way he shows his affection is by bringing you flowers.

Not just any flowers though. Dead, wilted flowers ...more like weeds

He’d come strolling towards you with his lanky arm out-stretched, grinning like a mental patient. “Hey slut, picked this shit for you. Now wanna repay me by sucking my cock now?”

Speaking of dead things, Patrick is similar to a cat

Ya know how cats bring dead mice to your doorstep? Well that’s just like Patrick

He would bring dead birds, raccoons, skunks, snakes, frogs, maybe a crushed spider.

This guy loves his prey.

As far as physicality goes… (again, other than sex) you’ll definitely get it.

However, it’s not a sweet, romantic way exactly.

He would possessively hold your waist tightly and close to his side.

If he’s holding your hand, it’s to drag you off to places or keep you on a short leash..

The softest Patrick will be is when you're laying in bed together, he will look down at you curiously, observing you closely as you mindlessly play with the metal rings on his fingers.

When you look up at him, he smirks and half- laughs but it comes out as more of a snort

“What?” you ask, kind of blushing as you caught him watching you.

Patrick’s smirk only grows as he shakes his head, still looking at you.

“Nothin’” he says, laughing to himself.

When you fall asleep, Patrick can’t help but watch you, observing your facial features and taking in the quietness.

He’ll occasionally laugh if you snore a bit. But if it gets out of hand, expect to be kicked out of bed.

Even though Patrick is terrible at expressing it, deep, deep, deep down there.. somewhere.. are little feelings that he can’t explain.

But only you make him feel this way.

[capsironunderoos]

“Let It Snow”

DINCEMBER - December 9 - “Let It Snow”

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

Summary: Thundersnow wakes up the Djarin household in the middle of the night.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: Okay! I’m slowly but surely working on getting caught up for @dindjarindiaries​ Dincember! I know this bit is pretty short, but I wanted to get something out there for you guys. I hope to be fully caught up within the next two days or so. Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

Here’s the previous prompt: DINCEMBER - December 7 - Fire

And the link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

The loud crack of thunder just outside your window rouses you from your slumber, causing you to sit up suddenly in your bed at the sound of it. 

The sheets are thrown haphazardly around you, the telltale sign of a rough night’s sleep, and you note that the other side of the bed is empty. 

Your mind starts to wander, and worry settles into the pit of your stomach like a rock. 

You notice then that the door of your shared bedroom is opened, and you note that the small cabin you share with your boys is eerily quiet. 

Deciding to investigate, you slowly ease out of your bed, your feet hitting the cold tile floor as you grab the flashlight and blaster from the drawer in your nightstand. 

You debate on calling out for Din, but quickly decide against it. If, for some reason, someone, or something, has broken into your home, the last thing you want to do is alert them to your presence. 

Just as you start to walk through the door of your bedroom, a loud shuffle and rustling of cloth stops you in your tracks. 

You slink back against the wall beside the door, blaster pressed to your chest as you await the intruder. 

When a few moments pass and nothing happens, you slowly peek your head out of the door, and upon seeing only an empty, dark hallway, cut the light of your flashlight on. 

The bright beam immediately lands on Grogu, who is standing in the hallway and sniffling, as if he’d been crying. The sudden light scares him, and he begins to wail. 

“Oh, oh little one I am so sorry,” you do your best to tuck your blaster into the waistband of your pajamas before you bend down to scoop the small child into your arms. 

He immediately clings to the material of your shirt, burying his face into your chest as his cries begin to subside. 

“Where is your papa?” You question, and at the mention of his father’s name, Grogu lifts his head to look at you with as much curiosity as you are sure is written on your own features. 

Although, your nerves are somewhat settled at the child’s response. 

If something serious had happened to Din you had a feeling Grogu would have known about it. 

“C’mon, you can stay with me until he comes back,” you offer, and the child smiles widely in the glow of the light emitting from the flashlight. 

You laugh quietly as you enter your bedroom once more, stopping at the window to move the curtain and look outside. 

“Would you look at that? Thundersnow.” You state, and Grogu follows your gaze out the window. 

Soft snow has begun to coat the ground surrounding the cabin, and you can only imagine the scene it paints onto the frame of your house, and you imagine your sweet home, full of memories and love, on the front of a Life Day card. 

Your moment of thought is interrupted when another loud crack of thunder erupts from the sky, and at the sound, Grogu squeals and buries his face back into your shirt. 

“Oh, I see the problem now. Was that you making all of that noise earlier? Were you getting out of bed to come find us?” 

He lets out a whine in response, and you chuckle at his actions. 

“It can’t hurt you, my sweet, you’re safe here.” 

As you speak you move back over to your bed, sitting the flashlight and the blaster on top of the nightstand, instead of inside of it. Even though you feel that Din is okay, it is safer to leave them out until you are sure. 

You do your best to climb back under the covers without fully covering Grogu as he continues to rest in your arms. 

Once you are comfortable, sitting against your pillow that’s been moved to rest between your back and the headboard, you begin to gently rub the top of Grogu’s head, moving between massaging the small wrinkles there and then his sweet little ears. He hums in contentment, and crawls so that he is laying directly on top of you. 

You note the small smile on his lips and can’t help but mimic his actions at the sight. 

Your boys deserve nothing but unwarranted and unlimited happiness, and you would willingly spend the rest of your life making sure that was what they got. 

“There you are,” you hear from the doorway of your room, and you and Grogu both look to see Din leaning against the doorframe. 

He’s wearing his pajamas, a simple black shirt and a pair of shorts, and holding a small cup of milk, which you assume to be warm. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you little womp rat,” at the teasing nickname, Grogu lets out a peal of delighted laughter and extends his hands in the direction of his papa. 

Din laughs, and you can feel your cheeks flush at the sound of it. 

You’re so in love with everything about him, and all you can do is smile dreamily in his direction as he makes his way to the bed. 

The mattress shifts as he climbs under the covers, scooting over so that he is sitting directly beside you, legs touching as he opens his arms to Grogu. 

“Okay kid,” he prompts, and the child doesn’t hesitate to crawl into Din’s lap. 

“Traitor,” you whisper, and both Din and Grogu laugh but continue to situate themselves together. 

Din steadies himself against his own pillow, copying your position, before situating Grogu on his lap. When he is sure the child is ready, he hands him the cup of warm milk and Grogu does not hesitate to immediately begin gulping it down. 

“Easy there, kiddo,” Din warns through chuckles, and all you can do is watch the two of them interact. 

Their connection is so special, and you have heard the stories of their life together before they met you and settled down. 

Your hand suddenly finds Din’s dark brown curls, slowly combing through them as you smile at him. 

He turns to you, seeing the tears sitting against your waterline as you carefully card your fingers through his hair. 

“Cyare, what’s wrong?” He asks, trying not to sound worried so that the child won’t become alarmed, as if that little green monster could be worried about anything besides the cup of milk he is currently downing. 

Your hand moves from his hair to his cheek, and your thumb rubs at the skin and facial hair there. 

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this, to deserve you,” you whisper, and Din’s smile is so sickeningly sweet that you know you would have cavities just from kissing him. 

“You deserve this and so much more, cyar’ika,” he responds, and a single tear falls from your eyes and onto your cheek. 

He continues to smile as he moves his hand to catch it. 

“C’mere,” he prompts, and he pulls you in for the softest kiss you have ever shared with him. 

When you pull away, Din is quick to place a kiss to the tip of your nose, and you laugh at his actions. 

“It’s actually the other way around, you know,” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

“How so?” 

“After everything I’ve done? I’m the last person to deserve you, or the kid, or this life.” 

“No, no, you deserve so much more, so much that I will never be able to give you.” 

He searches your eyes for a second before kissing you once more. 

“I love you,” he whispers, and you nod. 

“I love you.” 

A loud burp from the child pulls the two of you out of your trance, and you both look down at him to see him already staring at you. 

His eyes have grown heavy, and he moves to snuggle into your lap now. You reach over and pull him into your chest as Din takes the empty cup from him and sits it on his bedside table. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your blaster over there,” he whispers, and you quietly laugh. 

“Anything to protect my boys,” you respond, and Din’s smile grows wider, if that’s even possible. 

The both of you begin to slide down under the covers so that you can return to your night of rest when another loud pop of thunder makes Grogu jump under the covers between you. 

“Doesn’t show signs of stoppin’ does it, kid?” Din asks, and Grogu coos in response. 

You giggle and pull him out from under the sheets and into your chest as you finally find a comfortable spot on the bed. Din follows suit, wrapping his arms around you so that the child is sleeping soundly between each of your chests. 

Din presses a kiss to your forehead, and then to the top of Grogu’s head before he lays back on his pillow. 

“Well, I say let it snow, as long as I can stay right here forever,” you whisper as an answer to Din’s earlier question for Grogu. 

“I couldn’t have said it better myself, cyare.”

Here’s the next prompt for Dincember:

DINCEMBER - December 11 - “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”

[because-of-a-friend]

Boyfriend!Jun Fluff

MASTERLIST

Coups | Jeonghan | Joshua | Jun | Hoshi | Wonwoo | Woozi | DK | Mingyu | Minghao | Seungkwan | Vernon | Dino

I’m back!!!!The boyfriend series is finally finished!!! How exciting is that guys??? I had a lot of fun doing this series and I’m glad all of you enjoyed it so much! I’m always happy to share my writing with you guys! I have two more requests after this and after that I’ll probably go back to my series if no other requests come in! Again, sorry requests have been taking so long, but my new laptop is up and running so hopefully no more delays! Thanks guys! And thanks for the request anon, I hope this one is a good ending to the series!!!!

Warnings: Mentions blood very briefly (just a little nosebleed, nothing too serious)

(I know I’ve used this gif before, mind your own business lol)

You had thought about how you were going to meet The One™

You had honestly thought about it a lot

Would it be by a chance run in at university where you both knocked each others’ books to the ground and brushed hands as you picked up your belongings?

Would it be at sunset by a lake where the world is glowing gold?

Would you meet as unsuspecting coworkers that have a cute office romance?

Would it be love at first sight with a stranger when you make eye contact as you walk in opposite directions across a bridge?

You had imagined it happening in every way possible

Any scenario that exists about meeting a romantic partner is one that you’ve spent an evening mulling over in your head

What you couldn’t have possibly predicted, though

Is how it actually happened

By accidentally smacking Jun in the face

On a street corner

On a cold and rainy day

“Oh my god are you ok?”

“Uh yeah, I’m fine,” he’s bent over and holding his nose so his voice is coming out all strange. “Sorry if my face was in the way of your hand”

You laugh a little at his joke before your face falls

“Oh my god, you’re bleeding!”

You pull him into a nearby shop and ask them for any sort of tissues

You sit across from him and help him hold the tissues up to his nose until it stops bleeding

You feel awful for smacking a stranger in the face so you’re nervously rambling on and on and trying to make him feel better

And he’s making jokes in hopes of easing you’re guilt 

“It’s really ok! I was honestly hoping to get a nosebleed today!”

He makes you laugh easily and soon your heart has stopped pounding from the guilt

It doesn’t take too long for the bleeding to stop, but by the time it has, a huge thunderstorm has rolled in

“You were on your way to the bus stop, right? I mean, it looked like you were heading that way. Do you mind if I walk you there?”

You can’t believe how nice he’s being to you and you try to decline

“Oh, I didn’t bring an umbrella with me today, I’m going to wait until the storm passes before I head out”

“Well you’re in luck, I brought my large umbrella today. We can share! I was on my way to the bus stop too anyways! And it’s the least I can do to thank you!”

“Thank me for what??? Smacking you in the face?!”

“No, of course not! I want to thank you for keeping me company afterwards!”

So you walk to the bus stop with Jun

And you’re starting to wonder if he’s flirting or just being overly polite like you had been

But you can’t not notice how his hand brushes over yours as you both insist on holding the umbrella for the other

Or the way his arm flies up around your shoulder to keep you under the safety of the umbrella when another pedestrian bumps into you

Or how nervous he looks when you ask for his number so you can buy him coffee to make up for... y’know... accidentally smacking him in the face

Jun jokes a lot on your first date

He’s always trying to make you laugh 

He makes dating him unbelievably easy

The beginning of your relationship is just cute dates with a Jun that makes you feel peaceful and content

But there’s a bit of a hitch at the beginning

Dating is easy

You both like each other

You can see yourself in a relationship with Jun for a long time

But 

It feels like you lack a spark

And you’re wondering if Jun notices

And then you’re worried he’ll get bored of you without it 

So you try all this crazy romantic stuff to try and just make the spark happen

But you’re not sure it’s working

Jun notices

He sees that you’re doing all the stuff for him and wondering why on earth you think you have to try so hard

He attempts to assure you that you don’t have to do all this for him, he’s happy with the way things are 

But you’re just worried that it’s not enough

And then one day, Jun comes home from practice

And you already have dinner ready

You see that he looks stressed so you immediately start suggesting things you two can do to take his mind off of whatever is bothering him

But 

Jun just grabs you and pulls you into him 

“Can we just sit here for awhile?”

You’re confused and more worried for a second since he’s never really reacted like this 

But then he just wraps his arms tightly around you

There’s a kiss pressed to your forehead before he buries his face in your neck

His arms pull you in even closer

You start to stroke the back of his head

“Do you need anything?”

Your voice is so quiet that for a moment you doubt he even heard you

Then after a pause he finally speaks 

“You”

Your heart gives one, big THUMP

“I just need to be with you right now”

That day you see a side of Jun you never had before

One that isn’t joking or energetic 

He’s just tender and soft and gentle 

You let him rant about what’s stressing him out

Then you cuddle on the couch in silence for a long time

His hands run mindlessly up and down different parts of your body

“[Y/N]”

He whispers, one hand sliding up your shirt to trace circles on your stomach

“Yeah, Junnie?”

“I’m really lucky to have you, I just... I don’t even know what I’d do without you”

He shifts both of you over so he’s hovering above you

You look up at him silently, waiting for him to speak his mind

But instead he silently smiles, looking over the features of your face

You can feel his fingers ever so gently running over your cheeks, across your lips, down the bridge of your nose

Then there’s another kiss on your forehead

Then on your nose

Your cheeks 

Your chin 

Every single one makes your heart beat just a little bit harder

“You know that you’re more than enough for me, right?” 

You nod shyly 

A kiss to your left cheek

“Then do you wanna tell me why you feel like you’re not?”

A gentle kiss to your right cheek

You feel a wave of embarrassment and then your eyes begin to fill with tears

Jun takes silent note of it, wiping the ones that fall onto your face and waiting patiently for you to respond 

“I don’t know, I was just scared that you’d get bored of me”

To your surprise, Jun giggles a little

“Bored? Of you?”

He suddenly attacks your face with kisses

“Jun! What are you doing???”

You can’t help but laugh with him as you sit up and push him back playfully

“How could I get bored of the person that smacked me in the face the first time we met?”

You start laughing again

“I’ve gotta stay on my toes around you, you never know when your hand will go flying up again!”

Your laugh gets louder 

Once your laughter dies down, Jun takes your hands in his 

“But seriously, [Y/N]” he looks in your eyes “anything that’s happening with us, I want to figure out, I want to be with you, no matter what it takes”

Your heart bursts 

And after that day

Everything just sort of clicks into place

You never doubt your worth to Jun because he never lets you

Dating Jun is wonderful

He loves you so so much

And he always finds the sweetest ways to show it

Intimate, gentle affection

Like it’s crazy how gentle he is because his energy level is always so high and you can see it in the way he moves 

But with you he’s just so tender 

Stroking your hand when he holds it

Softest kisses down your skin

Tight hugs that feel like home

Matching jewelry that is actually super personalized to you both

Always wants to tell you about everything that happens in his day and wants to tell you first

Getting overly excited to share all of his interests with you

He constantly brags about you to the boys

Like

Constantly

“Hey [Y/N]! How are you? How’d that presentation go?”

“It went great, Cheol! Thanks for asking! But I don’t remember even telling you about it”

“Oh you didn’t have to”

Jun literally never shuts up about you

So all the boys just know like everything about you

Honestly they’re always relieved when you come to hang out because that means they get a break from Jun talking about how he loves to watch you watching your favorite tv shows because your reactions are just so cute

“Jihoon? Is everything ok? You never call me”

“[Y/N], please come see your boyfriend, he can’t stop talking about you... I might duct tape his mouth shut”

Obviously you come to save poor Jihoon

But only for a moment before inviting him to come with you and Jun to a café so he’ll be stuck with the two of you for a good while

And sure he gave you the silent treatment for awhile

But it was worth it after seeing his facial expression when Jun reached across the table to wipe your face with a napkin

But seriously Jun just loves you so much 

Is also the type to want to do cheesy cliché couples stuff

Dancing around your house at 3am is one of his favorite things

It’s a way to get out his endless energy 

And after you’re done, you get to slow dance as he pulls you closer and closer and speaks gently about how much he cares for you

Jun is definitely not scared or ashamed to share how he feels 

So actual speaking is his main love language

But he also occasionally enjoys other forms of showing love

Obviously tons of affection

Ready to drop everything at any time to come when you need him

He also writes you a lot of love letters

Especially when he leaves for tour

He’ll hide them all over your place so you find them randomly while he’s gone

And some of them are humorous to make you laugh

And others are so sweet that they make you cry 

Jun doesn’t care as much about what you think of his talents specifically

But he will want you to have a good time whenever you attend their concerts

Of course you do

If your relationship is public he might announce that you’re there just to dote on you

If it’s not, then he’ll create some sort of signal that he always sends your way when you’re there

He doesn’t always like when you come to watch him practice because he doesn’t want to feel like he’s just making you wait around for him to finish

But you honestly love coming in to his his face when he realizes you’re there

He usually forgets that he’s all sweaty and will run up to hug you and attack your face with little kisses 

Because he’s honestly just always so happy to see you!!!!!

You’re his whole world for crying out loud

Jun is super duper energetic so he’s always at 100%

He’s down for anything at any time

He manages to be respectful of the times when you just want to sit at home and not do anything 

Because he knows not everyone feels like running around all the time

Occasionally, though 

When you’re having a night in

He’ll lay his chin on your chest and just 

Stare at you 

With giant puppy dog eyes

“[Y/N]”

“What Jun?”

“Let’s do something fun!”

“We were running around all day! How could you still have any energy left?”

“Please baby?”

If you think you can say no to him

Jokes on you

You’re definitely going out again lol

But it’s because you’d do anything to keep him happy 

And he’s going to do the same for you

No moment with Jun is boring 

Every moment is filled with love

So maybe your original fantasies of meeting your soulmate didn’t come true

 But you could not be happier than being with the boy you met by accidentally smacking his face 

[all-things-fic]

Finding out about Harry getting the movie role 🥺🥺🥺

No matter how many times you told him not to worry, he did.

You supposed it was only human nature. Everyone had a little worry from time to time. However, with Harry it always seemed to be tenfold.

He would channel his worry in many ways, depending on whatever news he was waiting for. Sometimes he would be deep and brooding, going into himself and becoming a one word answer kind of guy.

Other times he would busy himself with the most menial of tasks. That three mile run he had been putting off earlier in the week would now become between a five to seven mile run and something he absolutely had to do for his own benefit.

The list of groceries that you were going to go out for on Sunday - the ones stuck to your fridge - were now his responsibility to pick up when he went out on a petrol run to fill up his car (that he wasn’t going to drive considering he couldn’t really go anywhere in that present moment of time).

Or the song he had pencilled time in to finish now became important enough that he couldn’t wait for the studio time he had booked and his own recording outlet in the comfort of his home was more than enough to complete the job.

He’d had his deep and brooding moment at the beginning of the week, making it so you were lucky if you managed to get a grunt out of him. You rode that wave out together, neither a comment said from the other about arguably his childish display.

Part of you didn’t expect him to react in such a way. The tape he had sent weeks ago had been well received but he had been gently let down. Beaten by a better man. At first it stung, but it wasn’t like he would be down and out without the opportunity.

He took it on the chin. Brushed himself off and proudly stuck out his chest. Moved onto the next thing, just like before.

“‘S a bit shit but I’ll live,” he admitted, swallowing thickly before taking a larger pull from his wine than its predecessor, as he curled up with you on the couch in knackered old sweats that would’ve been worth binning because of how threadbare and hole-y they were.

His comment has been out of the blue, Harry choosing not to talk more about the situation after he had given you the news that he wasn’t the man for the role. Nonetheless you were ready to engage in the conversation now if it were needed.

“Not going to buy it off Sky movies when it finally appears on their listing though?”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

You’d laughed about it. Shared smiles over his whispered experience of recording an audition rather than entering a room and feeling clammy palms like he had done for previous opportunities that he had put himself forward for.

He had talked and talked about scenarios that you knew because you had experienced them with him too. About the line running and how much of a massive ballache it could be at times, invasive and often overbearing due to how all-encompassed he became. Still you let him speak as if these scenarios were new to your ears because somewhere inside you knew that was what he needed.

Then the moment was gone, and the train picked up steam for something else like it always did. Where he was jumping into a car and driving across Europe with his friends, promising you within his goodbye kisses that “‘s not just a piss up wi’the lads” and that he was actually going strictly for business.

And that was it.

You thought it was forgotten.

Pulled into a false sense of security when you savoured the way the world around you had made it so the two of you had time to really connect. To enjoy each other without the apologies around rushed kisses because he was being pulled away, again.

Hand movements slower as you undressed each other in the dusk of the evening or pitch black of the early hours rather than desperately seeking the missed feeling of warmed europhia. Basking in the beauty that came with sluggish pulls and desperate pleas.

That was until he was sitting at the table over breakfast, one bleak morning, hanging on to the words that had been shared between himself and his manager.

All of it fading so easily.

His face was pensive as he listened, free hand dropping his fork and moving to push through his bed head before the backs of his fingers roughly rubbed at the facial hair that was scattered along his jawline and cheeks.

You tried not to stare for too long, not wanting to be caught in your eagerness to eavesdrop. Hands somewhat shaky as they buttered at toast, and cut the crusty bread in half ready to bite into when you felt your hunger return.

The sugar of your tea wasn’t quite sweet enough, as you lifted your gaze to watch Harry continue to listen and sipped at the warm drink.

“Knew it had gone well but didn’t think it’d gone that well,” he replied to whatever Jeff or Alex, or some else, had been saying to him over the other end of the line.

Then his smile broke across his lips.

“She said that,” he paused, blowing out a huge breath of air partly from relief but also hearing such high praise. “‘S good, ‘s great even. Nice to hear.”

Something inside you knew he was gone. Already whisked off somewhere else in all but body. People around him putting him on flights to take him away from you, in clothes that didn’t fit but could be tailored to him to look like his second skin. Literally made for him.

His hair was bound to be the first thing to make him look less like your Harry, in a way that was odd to the eye but weirdly pleasing to your wildest imagination and deviant personality which was known to rear itself between the two of you from time to time.

The feeling, mixed with those sudden rush of thoughts, was only solidified when his eyes darted over towards you but moved away just as quickly.

“‘Ow am I feeling?” He looked at you again, this time met with your buttering your other slice of toast. “Like I’ve got some celebrating to do.”

Harry chuckled boisterously, clearly amused by what had been said to him over the other end of the line. It was enough to make him successful to catch your gaze once more. “Not quite cracked open the champagne yet, mate no. By the sounds of it think you’re doing that for the two of us.”

He paused, “Careful you don’t drink away your managerial cut of the opening weekend, ‘s only in pre-production.”

With a lick to his lips, Harry looked at you, a soft raise to his eyebrows when he saw the realisation lace your features and your eyes widened over at him. Then his lips smiled in the way that they had before when he must’ve received praise.

Only this time it was you and your admiration that he found himself enjoying.

A small bite down onto his bottom lip let you know he was shying away from feeling his full elation and letting you share in it too. You couldn’t stop yourself from removing the napkin from your lap and scrunching it against the dining table as you pushed out of your seat and walked around to him on the opposite side.

Remaining seated, Harry looked up at you as he switched the phone to the opposite side of his face and let your reach for him, encouraging his temple to fall against your stomach.

Fingers wove through his hair, not knowing if it was ever going to be this long again and your lips found the top of his head. Inhaling deeply you pressed a long kiss into his chestnut strands, haphazard but silky regardless of how unkempt he appeared. You whispered your words of congratulations to him so lowly that they were only shared between you whether a third party was still present on the phone.

His arm was wrapped around your waist, anchoring you to him and squeezing gratefully at the curve of your hips as you showered him with kisses.

“Call me later about all tha’,” he requested, lids hooded from the relaxing touch of your fingers. “‘S too early for logistics. ‘M going.”

Phone tossed to the table, Harry pushed back on his chair creating enough space to encourage you down onto his lap without much fight from you. He appreciated it, aware just as much as you that slow mornings like these were now going to happen no more than a handful of times for the rest of the year.

He embraced the way you fell against him, forehead against his temple and warm breath fanning against his cheek. One hand splayed out against your lower back while the other wrapped up and gently held your head against his.

You wanted him to hold you, just as much as you wanted to hold him. Legs heavy against his thighs and arms tight against the tops of his shoulders as your hands rubbed at the parts of his back that you could get to.

A stillness came over you that was heavy with emotion. Bittersweet.

Breathing deeply you had to let him know just how thrilled you were of all his successes. Lips gently gliding against his dribbled cheek, you found the shell of his ear and whispered, “If only you knew how fucking proud I am of you.”

His fingers that were buried into your locks, lightly scratched at the back of your head. A softly breathed chuckled omitting from his chest, “Haven't even told you I got it yet. Could be summat rubbish.”

“Don’t have to, can just tell,” you commented, pulling away and watching him tilt his head back to look at you with his hooded but shiny eyes and lopsided lips that danced with the softest of smiles.

You stayed quiet for a while as you gently ran your fingers over his features. He let you take your time, doing the same with just his eyes. Taking a breath he spoke in a soft tone, “How’d you know?”

“Less frowny, less grumpy man-child .”

“Hey,” he whined in response, quickly after. Face scrunching with his complaint. You breathed a laugh, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips which Harry only deepened. Pleased hum heard when you allowed him to do so.

Breaking your lips, you both lingered looking at each other through blurred vision and a mixture of squashed noses and deep breathing. Once his breath was caught Harry spoke his thanks softly in return.

“Does this mean said movie can go back onto my Sky Movies list to purchase when it becomes available?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

[writefightandflightclub]

wait ik weird question but how do you imagine nathan's bathroom looks like

Please find me GOING WAY TOO HARD in response to this ask below the cut. I mean it, moodboards (PLURAL), the whole deal. I’m SO sorry!

Nathan Bateman’s Bathroom: Luna Goes Way Too Hard

Canon vs. Headcanon + about this post: his bedroom is underground, so if he has an en suite it might be similarly windowless, and possibly even quite Spartan. I think the complex may have multiple bathrooms though (and I’ve realised I imagined at least three different ones in my head for different fics), so if we’re bending the rules a little to imagine a bathroom that makes the most of the setting, I think the moodboards suggest the general aesthetic I have in my head. Basically, since none of the pics I found were 100% accurate, and because I’m a huge NERD, I also followed up with lengthy descriptions no-one asked for. (Look, I never promised I wasn’t over-invested... and not just in the character of Nathan and in the movie, but ALSO? The architecture / design / setting of that house is my dream, and I’m a bit of a geek about interiors and especially how they link with characters so I’m sorry if you REGRET EVER ASKING!) Of course, if anyone has other thoughts on this, or other questions I can go WAY too deep on hmu! 🧡

Bathroom mood/vibe: efficient / understated / minimalist / slightly clinical edge. Decadent but in a very subtle way. Not flashy- luxurious more because of the materials, setting, design etc. rather than anything “in your face”. Not cosy exactly, but don’t get me wrong- everything is high-end- heated floors, amazing water pressure and settings, softest towels.

Colours: raw concrete, slate grey, stone beige, wood colours, maybe a hint of teal/copper but very subtle.

Textures/materials: It’s not exactly a cosy / warm room in some ways, but the natural textures soften it a lot and make it oddly comforting. Think raw concrete, exposed rock. Glass, obviously, with the floor to ceiling wall of windows. Accents of slatted wood-panelling reminiscent of a steam room. Natural textures in accessories e.g. wood bath tray, soap dish. Amber glass pump bottles- no plastic to be seen! Maybe a hint of marble. Nothing too shiny, not even the shower fixtures- maybe black!? And nothing that looks like it isn’t meant to be there or isn’t in-keeping with the natural textures... anything too modern will be hidden somewhere seamlessly. Nathan doesn’t have a lot of tech on display for a tech genius...

Shapes: sharp lines and boxy shapes, and everything very uniform, contrasting with the naturalness of the exposed stone and outdoor scenery (parallels with the whole theme of natural vs. manmade in the movie). Boxy shapes but everything integrated into something else if possible, adding to the sense of elegance and efficiency, e.g. boxy shelves set directly into walls, or ledges popping-out to form benches. Maybe a long countertop the length of one wall with the sink set into it. Lots of continuous lines and shapes rather than items plonked around with no coherency.

Wow factor: that view though! Imagine either a free-standing or sunken tub at the far end of the room (I asked irl husband and he said maybe the bath even disappears into the floor when it’s not in use and then it’s just a giant wet room!) with a whole wall of windows looking out over the stunning, wild Alaskan landscape. It’s not overlooked so you can start the day nude having a cold shower (like the glacial waters you see in the distance) like Nathan does, or you can finish it off in a hot bath while looking out at THAT majesty, watching golden hour rake through the trees and spreading dappled, molten colour through the room. I also imagine that some of the roof is glass, maybe with a covering over the top which is retractable, (so imagine a glass cube jutting out a little from the side of the compound), so that you can lie in the bath and stargaze, and almost feel like you’re outside without being subjected to the thaw.

Layout/design: I don’t imagine shower doors, or many traditional doors or windows. I think it would be quite opened up, like a whole, multi-purpose wet room. However, I think instead there might be well-located partitions e.g. a partition separating out the toilet / bidet. Who wants to look at that?!

Functional stuff: No obvious bulbs or bright lights but soft, hidden lights. Slight lighting drama in places to highlight features e.g. lights fanning across textures of stone, running along the edges of a boxy shelf. Plus, the dim lighting is appreciated by Nathan when he’s hungover. At least one of those fancy rain shower heads. But also other attachments and taps and nozzles for whatever you may wanna do. Everything is convenient and customisable. Nathan is fussy and why would he settle for less than his exact pereference when he doesn’t have to?! And why should you?! Also, there are obviously integrated speakers in case you want to listen to music or whatever, without having to faff with a Bluetooth speaker. Nathan often likes it silent, but the option is there for when the mood strikes. Oh, and I hope he has a hot tub and lil steam room somewhere else in the development, out on a deck we haven’t seen. Maybe further into the forest, or underground.

Signs of life: Nathan’s fluffy, slate grey bathrobe. Slate grey and spa white towels. The bare minimum of grooming products (dental stuff, beard oil, grooming kit, shaver, aftershave) and a large rectangular sink with a mirror so he can groom the beard and keep his head freshly buzzed (the mirror also comes in handy so he can check-out the results of his working-out, or to have a good view if he wanna get, ahem, frisky with anyone). Although, I’m convinced that although Nathan’s routine is minimal, he probably has something fancy stashed away - some lush oils for sore muscles or facial treatments. (Basically, I don’t think he’d be entirely against a spa day.) Other things he has stashed away? Painkillers/over-the-counter hangover remedies, some scientifically proven super vitamins, who knows what else? He’s pretty secretive. Ocassionally, some magazines or journals or papers he’s been reading are casually strewn in there. He has to keep up with the outside world somehow, and we know from the post-it wall that sometimes he appreciates things analogue. Also, he subscribes to some art quarterlies that I’m clearly not fancy enough to know about, so there’s that.

How does he use the room? Headcanons etc. I personally don’t see Nathan as a bath person. At least, not unless someone... persuasive convinces him of the benefits. He’s efficient and mainly sees it as a waste of time. Also he sits down enough that he’s keen to stand when he can. Besides, for someone who works out and gets sweaty so much, showers make more sense. There are exceptions; for example, he might bathe if he’s super sore from weight-training, but he has a lil bath tray and he’s willing to risk electrocution by bringing his laptop in there so he can soak and work at the same time. However, the tub is technically roomy enough for two. And, crucially, it has middle taps, so no-one gets poked in the back if you go end-to-end. Ah, why not pour some champagne and bubbles and lie back and see how long you can keep him there. I’m sure you can put up a pretty convincing argument.

If you actually read of all this I both apologise and thank you 🤣🙏🙈

[megacross-ground-zero-rated-r]

At least once a week I think about the Weasels with the proportions of pet ferrets. Long, slinky noodle bodies. Longer tails. They still have the small ears and I guess you can keep the human-like hands but they should have different snout lengths / shapes.

Most of this is just kinda spitballing:

Psycho has a spiky squirrel tail to match the fur on his head, his fur looks way longer than it actually is because it naturally bristles so much. His claws are talons permanently out on his front and back paws with the back being especially big. Sharp, long, neat needle teeth.

Smartass has a puffy Persian cat tail that he keeps groomed sleek and shiny. Him and Greasy have the longest snouts, Smartass in particular has a similar facial structure to Steele from Balto. Kind of fox-like, I guess? Or maybe I'm making the comparison because Steele's face is extremely expressive, the animators went all-out there rather than body language, though that gets a decent amount of attention, too. Smartass has the healthiest coat owing to eating lots of eggs and fish as part of a widely varied diet. He's got the cartoony zig-zag shark teeth with a black-rimmed mouth. Paler fur on the backs of his ears, in addition to his underbelly and palms?

Wheezy probably has patchy fur or a more rat-like tail. If rat-like and counting the tail he would have the longest body of the group. His head shape is largely the same. Maybe with the snout curved slightly upwards? Dog teeth with black gums and mouth rim.

Stupid has the most blunt wedge-shaped head, like the head of an axe. He has a whole mouth of crooked teeth, not just the one snaggletooth. His nails are overgrown and cracked, split at the end. He won't clip them but idly rubs them against hard, rough surfaces to sand them down a bit. Regular ferret tail plus a stockier body?

Slimy is similar in head shape but has more cat-like mouth and triangle ears...? Bigger, more expressive eyes? Black-tipped ears? He has the softest underbelly. Tied with Psycho for the smallest overall?

Greasy's more razor-thin, fine, almost elfin features have less squash and stretch quality than Smartass's. He also takes good care of his coat but stress has taken a toll on his physical health, his fur's a bit duller, thinner. Greasy and Sleazy both have long, thin fingers, Greasy has the smallest, most delicate back paws. His claws are the same blunt-ish pencil points as Smartass's.

Sleazy I imagine looking most like the basic shape seen in the movie, namely having a similar outfit as Smartass's. The difference is his suitjacket is ill-fitting with eye-gougingly glaring colors. Gotta fit that car salesman aesthetic.

[xiaolindude]

As cartoons as simplifications of reality, they cannot show us every detail we may imagine! What are some features Raimundo has that you consider particularly salient, and is there anything about how your Raimundo looks that may deviate from the cartoons style you can imagine? (things like freckles, height, clothing style).

[ omg i am sO HERE TO DISCUSS RAI YOU HAVE NO IDEA

okay so first of all, i completely agree. cartoons are simplifications and also amplifications of reality. Character designers get to pick and choose which traits are gonna be exaggerated.

So Rai has a very very round head in the series - it’s a stylistic choice, and I choose to believe that he does have a round face. In fact, I think all his features are quite rounded - i don’t think he has a lot of sharp angles on him. Obviously not to the extent of the show, though! I also think he gets a bit of a jawline (and some facial hair) as he ages but his face always has a relatively soft/non-angular quality

His nose is actually quite small in the show, but then again, everyone’s noses seem pretty small so that’s probably another stylistic thing rather than a specific character choice. But the way I draw Rai is with a slightly bigger and more rounded nose. I just… like it? Idk. like when I picture him in my head, that’s what he looks like.

^ this is from a personal project that’s still ongoing but it kinda shows how i like to interpret his head and facial features! obviously it’s just a quick sketch and still a cartoon but it’s not quite as stylised as XS, so it gives a better idea what i think his actual features would look like irl

I can totally see him having freckles! He’s out in the sun aaaaall the time, after all. He’s basically solar powered. But I think, because he’s very tanned, they’d be hard to see - you’d have to get up close to him to notice the faint freckles across his nose and cheeks and shoulders.

He’s also shown to be somewhat tall. Clay is obviously the tallest but Rai seems to not be too far off. He’s about the same height as Jack. My personal headcanon is that he’s not super tall as an adult. I think he ends up average male height. Thought picturing a big lanky rai flying around the temple is kinda funny…

He’s muscular in the show (he’s shown to have strong shoulders, strong pecs and a damn 6 pack so like yh he’s strong and he Knows It), but he’s not beefy, ya know? clay is strong and it shows - he’s a Big Dude. but with rai, the muscle is kinda distributed, so he actually still looks kinda slim, in a way? he’s more of an athletic build. i feel like clay is stronger overall, but rai’s muscles are more well defined. Also I personally headcanon that rai has pretty broad shoulders, especially as an adult.

Interestingly, he and clay are both drawn without body hair. however, jack is shown to have chest hair and leg hair. So are clay and rai just naturally fairly hair-less? so far in their lives, at least? I haven’t thought much about this, tbh, but I can see rai’s body hair taking a while to kick in, and him being super impatient about it. After all, we’ve seen that he thinks facial hair is cool - when he’s daydreaming about being the best surfer, for example, he imagines himself with facial hair. I bet he can’t wait till he can grow it! 

my rai loves hoodies. he just. loves them. he lives in hoodies. his wardrobe is very simple and he basically just lives in t-shirts and hoodies. I can’t see him liking jeans very much, as they’re quite restrictive and he’s a pretty active guy. He prefers shorts and loose pants with room to move

MY FAVOURITE THING ABOUT RAI: his eyebrows. i love his eyebrows. so. much. i love that they’re just big and dark and expressive idk??? to me, his eyebrows and his green as green eyes are his most standout features. I like it because not a lot of characters get to have Big Eyebrows. they’re usually just average/generic, well-plucked, or like overly-bushy (usually reserved for elderly characters). So it’s nice to have uniquely shaped and sized eyebrows on a younger dude. I take their shape and size in the show as pretty gospel for this reason, and just translate them onto whatever drawing i’m doing of him (see the above example)

i also think he has thick, dark eyelashes and very expressive eyes. he totally bats his eyelashes/does puppy eyes to get what he wants. it worked especially well when he was little because he was an adorable kid so that just added to it.

finally, for now, i wanna bring up his hair. it’s spiky and voluminous in the show and i completely agree with that! i know it’s quite popular in the fandom (or was, back in the day) to just assume he gels it, and i get why, but i personally don’t headcanon that. after all, his hair looks the same even after he’s just woken up! So I choose to believe that the spiky way it’s drawn is kinda more to represent that it’s pretty messy. I can see him having the softest, loveliest thick hair buuuuuutttt it’s a mess at the same time pffft.

so… yeah. those are my ‘non-cartoony details about rai’ hot takes off the top of my head! thanks for the question c: ]

[dailytodorokiraichi]

Not to be controversial but MeiRai is actually a really soft ship.

Like Mei has his bratty nature and is a total bad ass and Raichi has his baseball mode and is also a bad ass but lemme tell you these boys are SOFT to each other.

Their cuddle sessions are literally the softest and the sweetest you can imagine. Mei is at his most tame when he has Raichi in his arms. He always has a love struck look on his face, he loves to run his fingers over Raichis facial features. Loves mapping out the soft curves and rough edges of Raichis figure. He will play with Raichis hair and scratch at the nape of his neck and Raichi will always purr at the sensation.

Raichi just loves to ramble when he's with Mei. His voice is so soft yet so rough. He spills compliments from his lips and Mei soaks them up happily. Raichi just holds onto him as tightly as he can.

They're the type of couple who just wants to hold and look at each other. They'll whisper little I love you's back and forth and soft caresses and gentle kisses.

Just All in All a good soft ship

[ptersparkers]

My Teammate’s a Vampire

Summary: The team recently found out that you’re a vampire and they don’t quite know how to take in the new information.

A/N: I have such a hard time writing really angsty stuff when it involves the entire team being angsty, so I’ve decided to make it somewhat fluffy. Again, I know that some of my plots don’t align with the way Marvel wrote these characters, but who’s to say I can’t have an imagination? Happy reading!

Pairing: Avengers x Reader

Word Count: 1,451.

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The team sat in the conference room, baffled.

"You mean to tell me you're a vampire?" Clint asked in disbelief. You shrugged and nodded.

"I know this is a lot to take in —"

"Y/N, we've known you for a long time and we never knew this about you," Bucky said, his eyes meeting yours. You sighed.

"I know I should've told you guys, but it's really hard."

"But we're you're teammates," Wanda pleaded.

"I know that. It's really hard accepting this part of me. Everyone is afraid of vampires because of what the media created. Don't you think anyone would've wanted to kill me if I said anything? I've had my experiences with that," you said. 

"Okay, that's valid," Steve pointed out. The team sat around you at the conference desk, looking at you. You knew they wanted to ask questions.

"Alright, ask me anything you want."

Everyone bombarded you with questions and you found yourself wincing at the sudden increase in volume.

"One at a time!" you yelled over the commotion.

"Is it true that you need to be bitten to turn into a vampire?" Pietro asked.

"That's true. When you're bitten, the vampire biting you needs to actually suck your blood so that their saliva mixes with your blood. Then you have twelve hours to drink blood, otherwise you die," you explained. Everyone grimaced.

"Do you drink human blood?" Sam asked. You shook your head.

"No. I've never tried human blood before."

"Then how are you alive? Err, I mean, dead? I don't know." You chuckled.

"I drank from a deer."

"Do you have to feed regularly?" Natasha asked.

"Actually, no. I only need to drink blood every two years or so. I can live off of that, I don’t have to eat."

"But you eat with us all the time?" Tony asked, confused.

"My body performs the same functions as humans, except I don't gain weight. I'm stuck at whatever height and weight I was when I was bitten," you said.

"I'm so jealous," Wanda said, looking you up and down. "Your body is absolutely killer." You laughed and gave Wanda a side-hug.

“Believe it or not, in my day, I was considered to be skinny and not what was accepted at the time.”

“If vampires sleep during the day, why are you up during the day?” asked Tony. 

“We don’t need sleep, actually. That’s why I’m never tired. But, I can command my body to sleep if I wanted to.” 

"What abilities do you have?" Steve asked.

"Well, I'm able to fly, run pretty quickly — yes, even faster than you, Pietro — I have acute hearing and sense of smell, and I can communicate with other animals." The team gaped at you, their jaws to the floor.

"No fucking way," Bucky said. Bruce grinned and grabbed a notepad from his shoulder bag.

"Tell me more. How are you able to communicate?" You laughed and told him to put away the notepad.

"I'm afraid I don't know that answer myself. I'm still curious."

"Is it true that you're immortal?" asked Vision asked.

"I'm not, I just age a lot slower than you guys do."

"How slow?" You pondered for a moment.

"Let's put it this way. You guys turn a year older every year. I turn a year older every fifty years."

"That makes no sense," Steve said, his eyebrows furrowing.

"It's kind of hard to explain. I was seventeen when I was turned," you said.

"How old are you now?"

"Twenty-four."

"Holy shit, this means you were born in the seventeen hundreds," Bucky said in disbelief.

"Seventeen twelve, to be exact," you relied. Natasha's eyes widened.

"No way."

"Yes way. You better believe it."

"So you've experienced getting used to the new world?" Steve asked.

"Kind of. Like you, I had to learn to adapt to a new world, but I had to do it every time there was a revolution. I had it easier, considering I wasn't frozen for over seventy years."

"You went through the French and American Revolutions, and everything," Bruce said more to himself.

"Sort of. I mean, I was a troublesome person, so I stuck my nose on people's business, but left when I got bored. I didn't need anyone knowing what I was," you said. You looked at Steve. "By the way, Steve, I actually punched Hitler. It was in nineteen forty. He tried to hit on me and take me to his room, but I wasn't having it," you said. He looked at you with his mouth wide open.

"One badass," Sam whispered. You laughed.

"No way," Steve said. "What other famous people have you met?"

"Loads! George Washington, Louis XIV, and by the way, his palace is such a nice place to live in. Let's see, who else? Michael Jackson, John Locke, Marilyn Monroe, President Kennedy, James Dean —"

"You knew James Dean?" Wanda asked in excitement. You chuckled and nodded.

"Oh yeah. He's got the softest lips.” She squealed while the boys groaned in annoyance.

"I've met too many famous people to count. I really liked living in the twenties, though. I was in Chicago and participated in the whole 'flapper' phase before I made my way up to Brooklyn."

"When did you move to Brooklyn?" Bucky asked.

"A little over a year before we joined the war. I actually knew who you were, Sergeant," you teased, bowing your head.

"Why didn't you say hello or tell me you knew me when we met?"

"Well, I didn't find a good time to introduce myself. You were always with the ladies," you mused. You turned to Steve. "And you. I also knew about you before the whole serum phenomenon. I was the one who accepted you into the program."

"Really?"

"Really. With Howard's approval, that is. I liked the fight in you." Steve smiled and gave you a grin that said 'thank you.'

"I've done a lot of things in my lifetime as well as travelled to a lot of places. I've got loads of stories from different times and places."

"Is anyone else still not over the fact that Y/N is so old? You're older than Bucky and Steve," Tony said. You slapped Tony's chest and he winced.

"I don't hit like an old lady, do I?" Tony put his hand over where you slapped him and pretended to be hurt.

"You cut me deep," he joked.

"My best friend's a vampire," Natasha said. "That's so cool."

"And, you guys don't have to worry about me sucking your blood or anything. The media likes to think vampires do that kind of stuff, but we really don't. We're not into the whole 'Suck-The-Blood-Out-Of-Every-Human' thing," you reassured. The team smiled at you.

"We're not worried," Natasha said. "You're like family to us. You've had our backs since day one. I think you saving our asses on multiple occasions outweighs everything else."

"Yeah," Clint said. "You've been around my kids before and they love you. We don't really see you any differently."

"You're that much cooler, if anything," said Wanda.

You grinned at the team. It was so nice knowing you could let your guard down and be the real you with everyone else. No longer did you need to hide your true identity because the people you loved the most accepted you for who you were. 

“Well, I’m tired,” Tony said. “Everyone out, we’ve got an early morning.” 

The team filed out of the conference room and made their way to their bedrooms. You were about to open the door to yours when Steve tapped your shoulder. 

“Is there anything I can help you with?” Steve stood, not knowing what to say. 

“I just wanted to say thank you for believing in me. It was really hard trying to get enlisted with all of my health problems and nobody believed that I could do it,” he said. Your facial features softened and you gave his bicep a squeeze. 

“Hey, you’re welcome. Anyone that has as much ambition as you do deserves to get what they want. I don’t think you remember, but I was the first girl you talked to when you got accepted. You were so shy and you told me no girl had given you the time of day and that if you were to die in the next five minutes, you were happy I was giving you any attention at all.” 

Steve laughed at the memory and closed his eyes, reliving it. 

“I remember that. I couldn’t put a face to the girl after all these years, but it’s really clear now.” You offered a small smile. 

“I’m really happy that you didn’t die, for one, and I’m happy that you’re still true to your ideals. It’s why I picked you in the first place.” Steve smiled back. “If you don’t mind, I’m gonna turn in,” you said. 

“I thought vampires didn’t need any sleep?”

“No, but you do. Go to sleep, Steve.” He saluted you goodnight and left to his quarters, grateful for all you had done for him. 

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[lolbtsaus]

Jimin’s Affection

And now it is time for the first half of the Busan line, an actual sweetheart with the cutest lil smile I love his smile so much, I love his shy smile, his happy smile, his laugh, just everything I love that lil ever so slightly crooked tooth I think it gives his smile so much personality and I adore it so fucking much, I adore him in general tbh, Park Jimin aka chim chim

Just a quick explanation of this since it’s pretty self explanatory, this is just gonna be a post about I think the boys would cuddle/hug, their PDA levels, etc.

Such a tiny ball of squish so sweet so kind

Jimin is S O affectionate oh my go d

Honestly good luck initiating the affection before he does bc the second he sees you he’s gonna wanna hug you or hold your hand or have any form of affection

He’s a lil flirt at times but then he’s also so shy

The type of boyfriend to wink at you but then start blushing and have to look away and hide behind something or someone

Give him a bunch of compliments and just watch him get so flustered and !!!!

But also the type to forever be complimenting you

Lots of massages, the kid’s a dancer so he’s most likely gonna be sore after a long practice and can you really say no to that sweet lil face when he asks if you’ll give him a massage (but he’ll also give you a massage too)

Lots of pet names, babe, baby, honey, darling, sweetheart/sweetie, literally everything and anything (if you’ve never heard Jimin say “jagi” I highLY SUGGEST LOOKING IT UP)

“Did you just grab my ass???”

“You grabbed mine first”

“...true” 

Giggles at literally every joke you tell him, even if they’re terrible jokes

Leans against you when he laughs

Such a good listener, the boys have said that Jimin is amazing at comforting and that they can go to him whenever they’re sad and you can bet an y th ing Jimin is gonna do the same for his love

You ever have a bad day or are just in a bad mood, you can go to him and get your hug and have him listen to you and give you his advice or have him cheer you up 

SU CH A HUGGER

If you’re sat or stood next to him, just expect his arm to go around your shoulders, he’s so used to doing it he doesn’t even think about it anymore it’s just automatic 

He likes being able to hold you really tight and have you so close and be able to make you feel loved and get you to smile by squeezing you

If you’re wearing one of his hoodies, expect a million hugs bc Jimin would adore it if you wore his clothes and he can’t help but give you lots of hugs

He’s always really warm like do you ever look at someone and just go you look warm rn, that’s Jimin 25/8 

If you’re cold, just tell him and he’ll give you a big hug and not let you go until you’re completely warm and content again

He’s a nuzzler okay I’ve talked about this before I’ll forever talk about it bc it fits his personality so well

He likes to nuzzle his lil teeny tiny cute nose into your neck or your hair or your shoulder or really anywhere his head lands first

Especially when he’s tired or he’s missed you, he’ll just nuzzle your neck and close his eyes and hold you really really close and it’s one of those moments where neither of you have to say anything

Back hugs are a common thing, from both you and him

Randomly walks up behind you and just rests his chin on your shoulder (just think about that one time chim immediately latched onto Jin and wouldn’t let go for anything)

He doesn’t care about what type of hug it is, side hug, back hug, a quick hug, a long hug, he’s happy with any hug really

Cuddling with him is equally as amazing

He’s so ideal for cuddling, he’s so squishy and cuddly and he’d giggle all sleepy like and play with your hair a lot

He’d like pretty much any form of cuddling, facing each other (his favorite) big spoon, lil spoon, one of you resting your head on the other’s chest, anything goes

But his favorite is when you two face each other and your legs are all tangled bc he can easily reach over and play with your fingers or he can rub your back and he can give you that loved up look while he listens to you talk and it’s v v intimate ??

Like your faces are so close, your noses are almost bumping, he can lean in just a bit and be able to kiss you whenever he wants and he loves it

It occurs the most during pillow talk bc he likes to be able to look at you while you talk but sometimes after the pillow talk, you two may shift into a different position, sometimes you fall asleep like that, it really just matters on the night

The two most common are facing each other and spooning, he’s okay with being lil spoon but he’s also s o okay with being the big spoon so it’d depend on which way was comfier for both of you that night

He likes putting his head on your lap bc then you’ll play with his hair or run your fingers through it and he’s so content he could easily fall asleep like that and he has several times

Just imagine this for a second

Holding Jimin’s hand

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

He prefers interlocking fingers bc he likes squeezing your fingers to get your attention on him and he likes kissing the back of your hand 

It’s really only when he’s leading you somewhere that he’ll just hold your hand, like if it’s a situation where he won’t be holding onto your hand for long but if it’s gonna be a few minutes of hand holding, he’ll wanna intertwine your fingers together bc his fave

He really likes playing with your fingers or letting you play with his when you two are cuddling

Sometimes, when you two have just woken up, he won’t actually get out of bed and he’ll just sit there and compare your fingers to his or kiss the tips of your fingers or anything like that

But he also sometimes traces over your facial features really gently until you wake up (and he lets you do the same to him)

Softest lips ???? Probably tastes like vanilla or cherry tbh

Kisses are pretty frequent, playful kisses, meaningful kisses, quick kisses, long kisses, pretty much all the kisses

He doesn’t really have a favorite bc any kiss is his favorite and they all have different meanings to them

He has quick, playful kisses that are purely just to get you laughing or at least get a smile on your face

He has the soft kisses that are his greeting kisses, they’re his hellos and goodbyes

He has the longer sweeter kisses where his hands are on your hips or cupping your face and he’s still being really gentle and there’s no rush and they’re meant to express his love and make you feel adored bc he really really does love and adore you a whole lot, one of my biggest Jimin head canons is that when he falls in love, he falls h a r d and gives it his all

All of them mean so much to him and they all make him happy

Dance room make outs

Cheek kisses are frequent, whether it’s you kissing his cheek or him kissing yours

Side note, just imagine that for a moment, kissing his cheek, it’s so squishy and soft and just kissable as fuck ????

He also has this habit of kissing your shoulder whenever he stands behind you, just as a lil “hey I’m over here if you need me”

Onto PDA levels

Is somehow both shy and confident about his PDA

Makes the first move to grab your hand but then also starts blushing a bit over it

He has moments where he honestly forgets you two are in public and starts being really affectionate and cute and gives you lots of kisses but then he also has moments where he can barely hug you without getting shy

He goes back and forth from having his arm over your shoulders or your around his to holding your hand when you guys are walking around in public

He loves both of them so so much so he really doesn’t mind

He’s okay with lil pecks/kisses here and then but he’s always gonna get that shy smile afterwards, every single time

If there’s a line or you’re somehow having to stay still for a while, he will wanna hug you and just rest his head on your shoulder and spend the waiting time like that bc that’s so much better than just standing around

Will absolutely without a second to waste give you his jacket the second you say it’s cold

You two have matching bracelets that you always wear and he’s so :D every time he sees it on your wrist

Affection with Jimin is a daily thing, it’s very love filled very sweet just like him, it’s all warm hugs, soft kisses and lots of lovey dovey stares