#isnso fucking cute

[shirojikimattari]

PSA: Beware offers of free meal

Only make the baby jealous after dinner, perhaps?

[chanstopher]

i can not take this anymore 🧎‍♀️

[hehelegos]

LOSING IT!!!!! THIS ISNSO FUCKING CUTE?? DAMIANS SQUEEZED SHUT EYES?? im gonna losenit

So I went to Fanexpo SF over this last weekend, and me and the wifey met Matt Santorelli, an inker at DC who worked on Adventures of Supersons. He was doing sketch cards and we are big Damijon fans so we asked if it was ok to get the two of them kissing. We came back the next con day and this man DELIVERED.

I almost cried in my Tim mask, I love it so much! We are so going to commission a cover sketch from him in the future when budget allows, this is so cute and amazing! He was the nicest, sweetest person ever! If hes ever at a con near you, go visit his table!!!!

[kuhuchan]

Oh my god. OH MY FUCKING GOD ASFASEFGAETHAETH SIVA THIS IS PEAK ROMANCE OMFG THIS ISNSO CUTE AND BEAUTIFUL MOVIE STUFF OMG HE'S A KEEPER

You in her dms I’m at the bookstore buying her favourite books

[butu-na-moyi]

Oh my Gooood 😭😭😭

[v-anrouge]

THIS ISNSO FUCKING CUTE I AM SOBBING ROLLING ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING THOSE ARE ALL SO IN CHARACTER I CANT TAKE THIS

Adore You

Genre: fluff, pre-relationship, mutual pining <3

Pairings: Vice Housewardens (Trey, Ruggie, Jade, Jamil, Rook, and Lilia) x gn!reader

Scenario: Cute moments with them, when they hold your hand.

A/N: reader is the prefect!

Trey and walking through a crowd.

Going to the farmer’s market for fresh fruit was Trey’s idea, but you’re happy you agreed to join him. It’s been a while since you’ve taken a break from your studies at NRC to do something fun, and getting to do it with him makes it all the better. 

The massive crowd waiting when you arrive at the market, however, is unexpected. Within seconds of arriving you almost lose sight of Trey, who also realizes that it’s going to be a bit of a hassle to stick together. He instead leads you to the edge of the crowd and you stop at a deserted stall to talk.

“It seems everyone had the idea of coming today,” he muses, looking at you with an apologetic smile. “We don’t need much, but it’s going to be annoying to get everything. You up for it?”

While turning to assess the crowds behind you, you weigh the potential frustration of gathering these groceries versus how desperately you want to spend time with Trey. But you know an opportunity like this might not come again for a long time, so you look back at him with a grin. “Just don’t walk too fast, and I think we’ll be okay.”

He laughs sweetly. A warm squeeze to your hand surprises you, and looking down you find Trey’s hand grasping yours. His hand feels much bigger and you let that thought distract you for a bit too long until he tugs you closer to draw your attention.

“It’ll be easier to keep you with me like this,” he smiles teasingly, “so, ready?”

With an embarrassed huff you slot your fingers in his and squeeze in response, avoiding eye contact and tugging him away instead. His laughter continues as he follows you, happily letting you lead the way.

Ruggie and exchanging friendship bracelets.

Making Ruggie a friendship bracelet was probably a silly decision from the start. You don’t quite know what kind of reaction to expect from him; while there’s a chance he’ll be appreciative, it’s just as likely that he’ll poke fun at you and question your motives (which would be disastrous if you end up accidentally revealing your feelings for him).

Regardless, you figure it’s worth a shot.

When you finally track him down, you find him laying on his stomach on the floor of his room reading a magazine, hardly startled by you barging in. You settle on the floor in front of him and wait until he looks up at you to speak.

“Hey!” you greet, attempting to conceal the bracelets in your hands. “So I went to Sam’s yesterday and he gave me a bunch of old string for making bracelets, said they were super old or something. The colors reminded me of you, so I made us matching ones.” You flatten your palm finally allowing Ruggie to see them, and he stares with slightly wide eyes, leaning closer.

“Matching ones?” He questions, meeting your eyes again. One of the bracelets is navy blue with bright orange accents, and the other is a darker orange with navy blue accents. He seems to take particular interest in the orange one. “What for?”

“Because it’s cute, does there have to be a reason?” You shrug. “Give me your hand.”

Still wary, Ruggie extends his wrist to you. You tie the orange bracelet to him tightly then offer him the blue one and your wrist. He scrambles to place yours on, fumbling, a heavy blush creeping onto his face. Once it’s secured, you stare at your wrist and admire the colors.

Pulling you from your thoughts, Ruggie carefully reaches for your hand and holds it like he’s preparing to arm wrestle with you. You simply watch quietly as he moves your hands from left to right, admiring that the colors complement one another. A huff of air leaves his nose and he smiles brightly.

“Prefect, I’m starting to think you like me. That’s kind of embarrassing…”

He snickers, but his smile tells you he isn’t mocking you at all. He keeps your hand tightly in his all while staring at you like you’re the shiniest treasure he’s ever found; a warm feeling spreads in your chest from the fond gleam in his eyes. “It’s nice, thank you.”

Jade and an unexpected dinner date.

Rarely do you come to Mostro Lounge expecting a peaceful time. You almost always have a bad reason for being here, and you’ve nearly come to loathe the place. But today is miraculously free from any troublesome commitments–Jade having actually suggested you come by for a free meal. Although you questioned him thoroughly on what his intentions were, you eventually gave in to his innocent explanations. Even if something somehow comes up…hopefully you’ll be fed first.

It’s again Jade who greets you when you arrive and silently seats you in a booth in the far back corner, away from all the noise at the front of the lounge. Too busy admiring the atmosphere, you fail to notice his presence settle across from you until he takes your hand across the table, sliding a menu over to you. 

“Know what you’d like, or would you prefer my recommendation?” Jade asks, and your thoroughly puzzled expression in response draws easy laughter from him. When did he even sit down? You scramble to reply to him, completely flustered from your lack of awareness.

“Sorry, I didn’t know you’d be eating with me,” Jade’s thumb brushes over your knuckles, his expression displaying very clear amusement. “But um, yeah. W-what would you recommend?” Though you try your hardest not to show how you’re affected by his actions, the way your heart is racing makes you fail anyway.

Ignoring the latter half of your statement, Jade instead teases you for failing to realize that he’d asked you here as a date. “Well, I didn’t want to waste an opportunity to have you alone. I hope you don’t mind me wanting to indulge in you for an evening?” He raises his brows and grins in fake innocence.

“Just tell me what to order,” you groan, tightening your hold on his fingers.

Attention now fixed on the menu, he continues stroking your knuckles. A date with Jade is a dream come true, but it might be too much for your heart to take.

Jamil and wanting all of your attention.

When you asked Jamil to take a break from his usual duties and go for a walk with you, your intentions really had been sincere. Ever since you’d seen the extent to which he’s overworked and how much he loathes it, you’ve made it your mission to help him de-stress every once in a while. Although he feigns reluctance, he’s never once turned you down.

Your evening together was off to a great start, the two of you making light conversation as you walked the grounds of NRC. Jamil always insists on leaving Scarabia when you spend time together claiming that he wants to be away from all reminders of his duties. 

However, you don’t get to enjoy your time with him for long.

At every turn it seems there’s a familiar face waiting to greet you. You’re aware that you’ve made a lot of friends at NRC, but it quickly grows comical just how many people are saying hello to you. First you bump into Ortho fetching lunch for Idia, then Deuce coming back from a club meeting. And before you know it even Cater is standing before you, asking what you’re doing out so late. 

Despite your best efforts to make the interactions brief, your attention isn’t at all on Jamil anymore. You let your eyes flicker to him in a panic and find he’s already gazing at you, utterly unimpressed.

Eventual Jamil has enough and groans in annoyance before stepping closer and tugging on your hand roughly. He effectively cuts off the conversation you’d just started with Epel and tugs you behind a pillar.

“Hey-”

“I thought you wanted me to take a break with you.” Jamil’s expression is beyond frustrated, and you squirm under the look he gives you. Guilt quickly consumes your thoughts.

“I do!” You defend, stepping closer to him but avoiding his eyes. Nervously, you play with his fingers.

“Then pay attention to me.” His words leave you speechless, your eyes shooting up to him. He squeezes your hand, face flushed, and it hits you that he wasn’t angry, just jealous.

Still unable to form a sentence, you do the next best thing. With a soft kiss to his cheek that leaves him stunned, you make it clear that Jamil is deserving of all your attention and more.

Rook and the fear of missing out on time with you.

Rook actually holds your hand quite often and you will never complain about it. It fills your stomach with butterflies each and every time your hand finds itself in his as he greets you hello with a kiss to your knuckles.

That’s exactly what he does today as well after you bump into him in the hallway. Unfortunately, the moment is interrupted before Rook can speak his greeting as a voice calls his name from down the hall. A student from his dorm comes jogging up to the two of you and Rook sighs heavily, his warm breath fanning over your hand. He turns to the student with a pout and a hushed ‘how inconvenient’ but doesn’t release his grip. His body still fully faces you as well, this childish behavior forcing you to stifle a laugh.

The student can tell Rook is annoyed as they launch into an explanation and they hardly need to spare you a glance before connecting the dots that they’ve interrupted something. They speak faster, but you can pick up that Rook is needed back at the dorm urgently. The student scurries off, allowing the vice housewarden to fix his attention on you once again.

“Good morning ma chèrie,” he sulks dramatically. “What a troublesome interruption, I extend my sincere apologies.” Your laughter successfully draws a smile from him, “it seems my assistance has been requested. Join me, won’t you?” Rook’s eyes are hopeful, but there’s nervousness swirling in them. 

“Of course! Lead the way.”

You agree to quell his anxiety, feeling that he might think he offended you even though it wasn’t his intention. His relief, once you agree, is overwhelmingly endearing. Even more so when he holds your hand tighter to bring you close. 

“Then, let us be off!”

Though there’s clearly a rush, you take your time walking to Pomefiore. Rook inquires about your life, your classes, and your other friends to which you reply excitedly and the conversation flows easily. He lets you carry the conversation and clumsily readjusts his grip often, betraying his own nerves.

Your heart is full, though, knowing you make him just as nervous as he does you.

Lilia and having someone to trust.

Okay, so maybe locking yourself up in your room to sulk is kind of childish, but what else are you supposed to do when you get rejected by the person you ask out? All things considered, you aren’t really that upset over it since it was just a random classmate you sort of found attractive, but it still sucked. And at least sulking gives you an excuse to ignore Grim for a bit.

Time to yourself gets boring fast though, and distantly you remember Lilia asking you to update him on how it went since he was the one to encourage you to do it. You grab your phone from your bedside table and open up the text thread you share with him. Sparing most of the details, you let him know they had politely declined and throw your phone onto your bed.

It chimes with a response instantly but you don’t even get to reach for your phone before he manifests in front of you. You neither have a moment to wonder how he even did that because apologies are spilling from his mouth.

“Oh, Prefect, I’m so sorry! I never would have imagined they’d say no to you-”  

Before he can get into a long-winded apology you get up from your bed with a sigh, quickly trapping him in a tight hug that he returns after a moment of hesitation. He gets the hint to stop speaking.

After a few moments, he decides to rock you gently, reveling in your warmth and the tightness of your embrace. It's such a tender moment that you hate having to break it.

“Honestly...I don’t think I liked him that much,” you mumble into the blazer of his uniform, cheek smushed against him. “Just sucks, you know? But it wasn’t your fault.” Lilia hums.

He pauses to think for a moment before reluctantly pulling back from the embrace with a troubled expression. He takes both of your hands and scans your eyes, seemingly reaching a resolution.

 ���Do you trust me?” he asks.

“Obviously." You reply.

Lilia kisses you gently then, and it’s all you’ve ever hoped for. It’s sweet and gentle and takes your breath away, and you can't imagine why you'd ever set your sights on anyone else. He kisses you again and again until you’re both giggling into one another, all worries completely forgotten.

a/n: this is my first time writing for twst I hope it's not ooc :') I was excited to write for Lilia. reblog 4 a forehead kiss (extra kiss if u send me a request for the first years)

[bolontiku]

This isnso fucking cute!!

The dress

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1783

Warning: mild language and innuendo

A/N: An ask I received “would you be able to write a Tom Hiddleston story where he is dating a short lady (I’m 5ft if that helps)”

“Darling, you have to pick one.  The event is tonight, so no more stalling.”  Tom’s voice was light but you knew he was serious.  He was not going to let you duck out of yet another event. So far, you had gotten out of three. If you decided not to go to a fourth, you were afraid he would do.  

“I know I know.  I just hate trying to find something that looks good on me.  I promise I will be back soon.  I have two dresses left to try on.”  You stood in front of the mirror, twisting back and forth trying to decide how the current dress looked.  It was a pale blue floor length dress that flared out at the bottom.  In the mirror, it looked lovely but when you tried to take a step, you stepped on the skirt and stumbled forward.  The sales woman had to catch you by the arm to keep you standing.  “Damn it, not this one!”

“[Y/N]? Are you alright?” You had almost dropped the phone and you crying out alarmed him.

“Yes I’m fine.  I tripped over the stupid skirt.  It’s too long.  They are all too long!”  You were getting frustrated.  Everything that you liked had a long skirt that was too long for you to wear and there was not enough time to get them altered.

“I’m sorry darling I wish I could help you with that.”  The sympathy in his voice helped you calm down.

“No I’m sorry.  I should have done this, weeks ago.  Look, let me change and find something.  I promise I won’t be late.”  

“All right.  I will see back at the house.  I love you.”

“I love you too.”  The call ended as you stood there still clothed in the death trap of a dress.  Your friend Megan was waiting for you to decide what to do next.

“So another dress or another store?”  Her question went along with the raised brow of hers.

“Another dress.  I have to find one that won’t try to kill me.” The sales woman helped you lift the skirt up so you could walk back to the dressing room where two more dresses were ready on the rack.  Both were long like the current one you had one.  The event was a black tie fundraiser for the homeless of Los Angeles. A short skirt really was not appropriate for it.  So you had been looking at long dresses the entire day.  The problem was your 5’0 frame and the length of the dresses. There had been a few that were fine length-wise but you hated when you put them on.  Those you did like had you tripped over them.  

With a sigh, you tried on the next dress.  It was a pretty pink that hit mid-calf with a skirt that twirled.  Looking in the mirror caused a groan to escape.  The skirt was perfect but the top did not sit right on you.  It looked plan and awkward.  Not at all, what you were going for.  This would be the first event you and Tom would go to together in the six months that you had been a couple.  You wanted to look beautiful for him.  After all the dresses you tried on, there sat the last one hanging there.  It was red and gauzy.  Red was a color you usually shied away from but at this point you were desperate.

Taking it off the hook you turned around not wanting to watch yourself slip it on.  At the rate, you were going this would not be the dress either.  Nevertheless, you had to try.  It felt comfortable enough as you pulled the zipper up the side.  Running your hands down the bodice, it was soft and hugged your body but not enough to where you were struggling for breath.  “[Y/N], you okay in there?  Do you need help?”

Megan called out from a few feet away from the door.  She would at least give you an honest opinion; you unlatched the door without looking at yourself.  A bright smile appeared as soon as she caught sight of you.  Walking up to the door, she looked you up and down.  “You look great!  I don’t think I have ever seen you in red before.  It’s perfect.  What do you think?”

“I haven’t looked yet. I’m so scared it wouldn’t look right.”

“Wait!  Don’t look yet.  I will be right back.”  Megan took off as if her ass was on fire.  It was so tempting to turn around and look but you refrained.  After a few minutes, she returned with a pair of strappy heels. The sparkled in the florescent lights. “Put these on first.  I think I got your size right.”

She helped you slip into both shoes, strapping them on comfortably.  “Perfect.  Now turn around and look.”  Turning slowly, looking at the ground, you faced toward the mirror.  When you looked up you could not believe your eyes. Megan was right, it was perfect. It was a beautiful sleeveless piece that had one strap over your right shoulder with a sweetheart neckline and ruching over the bodice.  It had a flowy skirt that, thanks to the heels, stopped just above the ground.  

“I love it… I can’t believe it.  I absolutely love it!”  You turned around to throw your arms around your friend.  “Thank you for grabbing the shoes.  They are great.  And thank you for dealing with me today.  I know it can be difficult.”

“Anytime my dear.  You know I love shopping with you.”  With the shoes and the dress paid for you headed back to Tom’s house.  There was just around three hours before you had to leave.  So there was plenty of time for you to get all dolled up for your handsome boyfriend.

“Welcome back, love.” Tom leaned down from his 6’2 height to kiss you lightly, eyeing the bags in your hands.  “Please relieve my anxiety and tell me you found something you liked.”

Stealing another kiss, up on your toes, you laughed.  “Yes baby, I found a dress and a pair of shoes.  And don’t ask whose card I put it on either.  You know the answer to that.”

“[Y/N] why won’t you let me buy you a bloody dress?  You should let me buy you something every now and then.  I like to give you gifts.”  The sigh of frustration from him was kind of cute.

“Because I make my own money too.  I may not may movie star money but I can buy myself a dress now and then.”  You slipped out of your shoes and headed upstairs to prepare for the evening.  The excitement was growing and you could not wait for him to see you.

After a shower to totally scrub every inch of your skin to a lustrous glean, you put your hair into curlers before painting your nails.  Tom was attempting to give you the room to get ready but he would come in occasionally to kiss your head or to stare at you from the doorway.  When it was finally time for both of you to dress, he said he would change in the spare bedroom so you could give him the full effect. The man knew you too well. Knowing it would not take him long, you slipped into the dress, zipping up.  The shoes followed quickly.  

With one last glance in the mirror, you found you were ready.  It had been a while since you had been able to dress up like this.  You felt beautiful and now you wanted Tom to see you.  “My God, you look divine.”

Beaming you turned around to get a look at him as well.  “Thank you, Tom.  You are the most beautiful man I have ever seen, as always.”  He moved close kissing you deeply, lifting you nearly off your feet.

“Now I truly wish we could have a night in.  However, I cannot wait to show you off to the world.  Show everyone the woman that I adore more than anything.”  He leaned his forehead against yours, running his thumb over your cheek.  This made your heart beat hammer against your ribs.

“I love you so much.” Your words were breathy as you tried to calm your erratic heart.

“I love you too my darling. Come on the car is here.”

The fundraiser was total chaos.  There were people everywhere, cameras and lights flashing non-stop.  You did not believe there was ever another night you had smiled so much.  Tom never let your hand or arm go the entire evening.  Every photograph of him had you in it.  When you first arrived, your nerves had been a mess.  Your fear of how you two looked together had started to show through.  Even with the heels, you were still a foot shorter than Tom.  But, he did not give a damn.  You were the woman he loved and that was it.  To be honest he liked the height difference.  It gave you more of a reason to let him pick you up and swing you around when you were being silly.

Losing count of the number of hands you had shook, was one of the many things that had kept you head spinning.  “How do you remember everyone’s names?  There are so many of them.”  You had whispered in his ear as you sat on his lap at your table.

“I’ve met many of them several times, plus I just fake it on others.  Call them ‘friend or just not say their names.”  Laughing quietly you watched people bustle about the room.  It had been a lovely evening and you were glad you had finally had the chance to attend.  Tom was also grateful though after the third hour he was getting antsy to return home.  Something about the red dress giving him some rather rude ideas.  As much as those ideas made you want to leave as well, you knew he had to mingle for a little while longer.

By the time you arrived home, some two hours later, you were both exhausted but the gradual creeping of his hand up your thigh in the car told you he was not too exhausted. Playing coy, you had him unzip the side of the dress for you as you slipped out of it in the front room of the house.  One good thing about being short was that you were fast.  You zipped as fast as you could upstairs and into the bedroom while Tom tried to follow behind.  Neither of you ever noticed the height difference when you were enjoying your time in bed.

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