#cute relationships

[the-wanderer]

Mira Szalma mira004

[levenlike11]

what i think your feed would look like while dating them! (all photos are from pinterest)

atsumu, bokuto, bachira, hinata, denki, kirishima, itadori, chifuyu, reki and any of your faves<3

[madameaug]

Happy Weight || JJK x OC

Pairing: Jungkook x Jennette

WC: 577

Context: Jennette and Jungkook have been together for over two years. Naturally, when you are around someone you are comfortable with, it's expected to gain some weight. Happy, relationship weight.

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Jennette turned her body to examine her behind, not in a boastful ego-stroking manner, but in one of confliction. As a black woman, she naturally had curves. The beauty standard within the black community praised voluptuous curves. The Coke bottle shape with minimal weight was recorded on the scale.

It was the same curves she genetically had. Nothing that caught unnecessary glimpses. Depending on the bottoms she wore, she could hide her figure. Even in her baggy sweatpants, her behind protruded further from her back. The same deposit of fat was now in her midsection. She rubbed her stomach, gently lifting her stomach. Peach-colored stretch marks across her pelvis creeping up her love handles. Mini rolls stacked upon each other. Lowering her shirt back down, she looked at herself in the mirror. Looking at her new body.

She could track down the moment she started the noticeable weight gain. Three weeks later, she moved into Jungkook's place. The next big step in their relationship. The once-in-a-while food rendezvous turned into a daily ritual. Jungkook's Korean dishes and Jennette's soul food knowledge. Their meals often were less than healthy but packed plenty of flavor. Savory smells linger in the kitchen every night. And every night, they ate better than the last.

A familiar scent of kimchi led Jennette to the kitchen. Jungkook rhythmically shook his hips as he prepped another side dish. He was humming an R&B classic 'Bust the Windows' by Jazmine Sullivan.

Jennette playfully grabbed a handful of Jungkook's surprisingly heavy ass cheek.

"Damn baby, you got a wagon." Jennette deepened her voice, imitating a thirsty man.

"I'm getting thick. Three C's." Jungkook laughed, continuing his cooking. "Just like you."

A brief frown coated Jennette's lips. Was her weight gain that apparent?

Jungkook served kimchi and beef skewers on the plate. Steaming waving above the meal. Jungkook blessed the food before taking a bit into her hard work. He moaned in satisfaction at the taste. For a brief moment, he paused, eating to look at Jennette.

She pushed the kimchi around her plate.

"Is it not up to your liking?"

"It's good." Is what Jennette said, but not what she wanted to say.

"Eat up then."

As told, Jennette took a few bites, but truthfully her appetite wasn't present anymore. Dinner was awfully silent. That was until Jennette spoke her question.

"Jungkook, have I gotten fat?"

Any good boyfriend would know that this was a dangerous question to be asked. A question that could very easily instill insecurity within one's partner. Unsure of how to answer, Jungkook went with his gut.

"No."

"Really? You don't notice the extra weight I've put on?"

"We've both gotten chunky. But it's just happy weight."

"Happy weight?"

"Yeah, happy weight." Jungkook shrugged carelessly.

"So you don't care about the ten pounds you've gained?" Jennette genuinely asked. She couldn't be surprised though. Jungkook's profession prepared huskier men who had muscle definition.

"I'm not losing sleep over it. Are you?"

"A little."

"We can work together if that's what you want. You know I've always wanted to bring you to my gym."

"Thanks, bug. I'll think about it."

The rest of the night continued in a light-hearted fashion. Jungkook lay in bed with Jennette pressed alongside him. He stroked Jennette's thigh.

"Don't lose all this 'happy weight' and then be unhappy with me."

Jennette laughed, reassuring Jungkook.

"I'll keep some of the weight and all the happiness. How about that?"

"Sounds perfect."

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A/N: Jungkook and that shirtless gym picture....

He makes it harder not to be delusional.

Likeeeeeeeee omggggg

He's so fine, my God!

ruff ruff woof bark bark

A/N: I also think happy weight is so cute

Whether couples are gaining weight together or losing weight its adorable to me :)

[hopenabi]

Picnic Date

Prompt : You and Namjoon have been together for awhile and you decided to go for a picnic but thing’s turn south when a guy starts to bother you.

Ship : !Namjoon! BTS! x !Reader!

Warning : !Swearing!, !Harassment!

Idk what this is I’m just tryna get comfortable with writing. 😭

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Readers POV :

“Where are we going again?” You ask for what feels like the 30th time since we left my apartment. “I already told you it’s a surprise, I’m not going to spoil it just because you ask nicely” he says.

“Fine…. I’ll stop asking.”

“Good”

The car finally stop and park. Namjoon gets out and opens the door, leading you out of the car so you don’t fall and bust your ass. “Okay now can I see” you ask and he finally says yes. You quickly take off the blindfold and look around.

“Where are we?”

“It’s a picnic park. See that building over there” he says pointing, nodding at him as he continues. “If we go inside there you can find everything you need for a picnic, they give you free blankets to use and you just have to pay for the food and drinks you want to have.”

“Cool. Let’s get going then” you take his hand and begin walking towards the building. “What do you want to eat and drink” he asks, you ponder about it for a moment and decide on some fruit, sandwiches and some sparkling grape juice.

“I’ll order while you find us a spot and get the blankets”

“Don’t take long” you say winking at him.

“Don’t worry baby I would never miss a moment with you, plus i love teasing you and making you blush adorably like how you always do” he says smirking.

“Yea. Yea. Whatever. I’ll wait for you by the door” you say playfully rolling your eyes at him. You reach up on your tiptoes to give his cheek a kiss before leaving .

You walk over to the cubbies to get the blanket but a man stops you by grabbing your arm harshly.

“Do I know you?”

“No, but you could get to know me.”

“ I’m okay thank you” you say walking away but he follows, you don’t think much of it because he could be getting a blanket as well, so you go about your way.

“Why don’t you wanna get to know me?” He says, you turn to his voice and realize he in fact is not looking for blanket but is following you around like a lost dog. “I have a boyfriend” you state. Straight to the point.

“So… he doesn’t have to know, darlin” he puts his hands on your face, brushing some hair out of the way and grabbing you chin harshly.

“Who doesn’t have to know what?” I hear, heart dropping to the floor as you realize it’s Namjoon. You panic internally since it looks like you’re cheating on him. You don’t speak and instead freeze, not daring to look him at him. Until he scoffs at what the man responds.

“Oh nothing just trying to convince this sweet babe to hangout with me instead of her lame excuse of a boyfriend, which for the record I don’t see anywhere” he says leaning into you and trying to kiss your cheek. You try backing away but it’s no use, his grip on your arm is too strong.

Namjoon’s eyebrows knit and shoulders tense as he sees this guy harassing you right in front of him. You whimper when the hands are ripped off of you and you’re pulled towards a hard chest. You lean into Namjoon’s embrace and rub at your wrists.

He scoffs and then puts a smirk on. “This sweet babe right here is my girlfriend so I’d appreciate it if you didn’t talk to her like she’s a thing to possess, and her lame excuse of a boyfriend is me so I suggest you go about your day and not ruin ours anymore that you have already” he says sternly.

“Now if you would excuse us… we have a picnic date to get to” he says sternly.

The guys holds up his hands as if showing he’s backing off and leaves out the door. When the door chime rings signaling he’s gone you finally look up. The expression Namjoon has on his face is one you’ve never seen before, before you can think you start saying sorry.

“What for?” He questions.

“I’m sorry I caused a scene.” You say feeling embarrassed at the fact that everyone had witnessed what had just happened.

“You didn’t do anything, that asshole thinking he had any right to put his hands on you did.” He states pulling you in for a comforting hug.

“Some people just don’t know how to take a hint” he says clearly still bothered by the man’s actions.

“Thank you” you say quietly.

“What for?”

“For saving me” you say smiling up at him “ my knight in shining armor” you tease making his ears turn red. You laugh at the fact that something so simple could get him to smile like that. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you in for a quick kiss.

“Anything for my baby”

“You’re such a dork, come on . Let’s continue our day and forget about what happened.” He says leading me out the door into the picnic area, picnic basket in one hand and your hand in the other.

As we all walk over you get closer to him, grabbing his arm instead of his hand. He tucking you under his arm and leading you to a beautiful field with wildflowers, overlooking a small pond.

“This is beautiful, Namjoon”

“Told ya it’d be worth the wait and surprise”

As he finishes his words you go down to the pond to see if there are any fish or turtles inside the water. Namjoon sets the blanket and basket up , then heads toward you. When he stands next to you, you turn and look up at him.

“ This is amazing, thank you” you say as you get on your tiptoes to kiss him.

[lavender-k1sses]

i just want to hold their hand

while we sleep, eat, walk, anything

i just want to be with them<3

[matlabimahila]

K-45

I wish I could talk to you like older times

[uniquely-mystical03]

For the toa ask reader, could you do little whelp Bular asking his father Gunmar about his mom remembering how he meet s/o who is Bular mom, how they fell in love but also remembering Gunmar finding his wife dying and try to tell her that she going to be ok but she said her last word to Gunmar and die.

*Flashbacks are signified by words in italics*

(Your Name = Y/N, Your Title = Y/T, Your Weapon = y/w, Your Height = y/h, Favorite Color = f/c, Eye Color = e/c, Hair Length = h/l, Hair Color = h/c, Favorite Gemstone = f/g/s)

“Father. Father, wake up!” Gunmar groaned as he was awoken from his slumber, only just slightly aware of the small weight on his arm. Peaking his eye open, Gunmar took notice of the little whelp staring at him eagerly, his tail wagging and mane puffed up at odd ends from his impatience. 

“What is it, my son?” Gunmar asked, a tired huff escaping him as he closed his eye again.

“Can you tell me about mother?” Gunmar opened his eye once more, lifting his head as he became fully awake. 

“What’s with the sudden interest?”

“AAARRRGGHH!!! mentioned her today in training.” Bular explained, sitting back on his haunches, “He says that one day, I’m going to be as strong as she was.” 

“Aarghaumont would know of such things for he fought alongside your mother and I many times.”

“What was she like, father?” Gunmar thought for a moment before shifting into a sitting position.

“Come here, my son, and let me tell you the story of (Y/N) (Y/T).” Bular immediately climbed into his father’s lap, eagerly waiting for his father to begin. “Now then, once upon a time…”

~~~

CLANG! RAAWR!

A troll flew across the arena and collided with a pillar, the beast of stone crumbling to the ground with a pained groan. Gunmar raised his sword high in the air, roaring in victory as his army cheered around him. He had been sparring with Gumm-Gumm after Gumm-Gumm for hours now, proving his strength. 

“Who’s next?” Gunmar called, glancing around at the trolls around him. “Who thinks they can best me, Gunmar the Black?” The trolls crowded around him glanced at each other, waiting to see who would challenge him next, but no one dared to step forward. “No one? Not one of you wishes to challenge-” 

“I challenge you!” Gunmar turned towards to owner of the voice. A female troll with a (y/w) had pushed her way through the crowd to stand in the arena with him. She was a (y/h) troll with (f/c) skin and (e/c) eyes, her (h/l) (h/c) hair pulled back into a braid (if you have short hair, just leave it down). 

“And, who might I have the honor of defeating?” Gunmar asked, eyeing the troll as she made her way to the center of the arena.

“I am (Y/N) (Y/T), and it is you who shall be defeated, oh great Skullcrusher.” the troll claimed, bowing in a mocking manner. Gunmar narrowed his eyes at her and smirked, brandishing his sword.

“Do your worst.”

~~~

Gunmar sat atop a small boulder, his back against the tree as he sharpened the blade he held against the stone of his forearm. He was being patient, but he wasn’t entirely sure how long that would last. As confident as he was in his decision, he had never seen something such as this to be in his future. To have it now…

“Gunmar?” a voice called from further within the woods. Gunmar stopped what he was doing and turned to hide the blade in the hollow space within the tree. 

“I am here, (Y/N).” Gunmar called back as he picked up his own sword and started to sharpen that. (Y/N) emerged from the trees a few minutes later, a smile on her face.

“Here you are. I was beginning to think you had forgotten me.” (Y/N) teased, making her way over to him. 

“I would never do that.” Gunmar argued, glancing up at her. She smiled in return. Then (Y/N)’s gaze fell to Gunmar’s blade, watching him sharpen the blade before glancing up to meet his eye. 

“Is something wrong?” (Y/N) asked.

“What makes you think that?” (Y/N) arched a brow, gesturing to his sword.

“You only sharpen your blade like that when you’re deep in thought.” Gunmar glanced down at his sword, a huff of laughter passing his lips.

“Am I truly that predictable?”

“Only to those who truly know you.” (Y/N) clarified, sitting on the ground beside him. “Now, what’s troubling you?” Gunmar hesitated before stabbing his sword into the ground, turning to face (Y/N). 

“We have known each other for many years now, fighting battles and destroying our enemies together.” Gunmar claimed, reaching for the blade within the hollow. “No matter what occurs, I always know that I can count on you.”

“Gunmar…” (Y/N) started, but trailed off when Gunmar brought out the blade. It was an onyx blade with (f/g/s) embedded in the hilt.

“I want you to rule by my side, (Y/N). Now, and forever. You can be my dark queen.” Gunmar said, presenting the blade to her. “You’re always talking about being mated and starting a family. I want that too. With you. So… What do you say?” (Y/N) silently stared at the blade and for a moment, Gunmar worried that she would say no. Then, (Y/N) reached forward and placed a hand on the smooth surface of the blade, her gaze meeting Gunmar’s.

“I would love nothing more than to be your mate, oh great Skullcrusher.” Gunmar beamed at her acceptance and leant forward, bumping his forehead against her’s.

~~~

“(Y/N)!” Gunmar bellowed, turning wildly in every direction as he searched the battlefield for his mate. Bodies lay scattered all around him, troll and human alike. He could see his men searching through the destruction for their injured as well as any humans that remained alive. Most of the fleshbags had fled, but not before dealing a blow to Gunmar’s own people. 

“Skullcrusher!” Gunmar turned upon hearing Aarghaumont’s call, catching sight of the brute just at the edge of the carnage. He was holding up a blade for Gunmar to see… An onyx blade with (f/g/s) in the hilt. 

“No…” Gunmar rushed over to Aarghaumont’s side, slowing to a stop only when his gaze fell upon a (f/c) skinned troll lying on their side in the grass, their back to him. Gunmar slowly approached the troll, his eyes roaming their form as he crouched beside them. Their back was littered with cuts and gashes, the wounds already hardened into solid stone. Hesitantly, Gunmar reached forward to grab the troll’s shoulder, tugging them gently so that they rolled onto their back. Gunmar’s eye widened upon seeing the large gash marking (Y/N)’s chest, the stone that was already covering the wound now creeping across her skin. 

“Gunmar…?” Gunmar’s eye shot up to (Y/N)’s face, locking his gaze with her’s.

“(Y/N)! It’s going to be alright. We’ll get you a healer.” Gunmar said, trying to reassure himself just as much as her. Gunmar turned to Aarghaumont, an urgency in his expression. “Aarghaumont. Get the healer.”

“Gunmar… Don’t-” (Y/N) was cut off by a violent cough, scaring Gunmar.

“Now, Aarghaumont!” Gunmar’s general immediately rushed off at his order, going in search of the healer. Gunmar turned back to (Y/N), taking her hand in his. “Everything is going to be okay, (Y/N). The healer will come and they’ll help you.”

“Gunmar… It’s too late for me…”

“No! Don’t say that! It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be okay.” Gunmar argued. (Y/N) smiled weakly, reaching a hand up to touch Gunmar’s cheek. Gunmar turned to look at (Y/N)’s face, his grip on (Y/N)’s hand tightening.

“It’s okay, Gunmar… I’m at peace…” (Y/N) claimed. Gunmar shook his head in denial, wanting so much to argue but the words were lost to him as (Y/N) started to speak again. “I want you… to promise me something…”

“Anything, my love.” (Y/N) took a deep, ragged breath, wincing from the pain she felt all over.

“Promise… you’ll keep him safe…” (Y/N) said softly, the stone creeping up her neck making it harder to speak. “Promise that… you’ll guide him… and love him… for the both of us…” Gunmar stared at his mate in confusion but said nothing, instead reaching up a hand to hold her’s against his cheek. “Promise me…”

“I promise, my love.” Gunmar claimed. (Y/N) smiled again, wincing slightly.

“I love you, oh great Skullcrusher.” Gunmar huffed in laughter, lowering his head to press their foreheads together.

“I love you too.” Just as Gunmar uttered those words, (Y/N)’s arm went slack, her hands going limp as her entire body turned to stone. Gunmar gave (Y/N) one final head bump before lifting his head, howling mournfully into the night sky. Aarghaumont returned sometime after with the healer trailing behind him and the two trolls, under Gunmar’s request, immediately got to work with gathering (Y/N)’s body and carrying her away. Gunmar picked up (Y/N)’s blade as he stood, following the trolls with his gaze before turning away, grief overtaking him. Gunmar was about to make his way home, not wanting to be on the battlefield any longer, when suddenly…

CRACK

Gunmar whirled around, brandishing his own sword as he searched for the source of the noise. His eye roamed the trees around him, his guard up. Gunmar was about to think that perhaps he imagined the sound when it suddenly came again.

CRACK

Gunmar looked down, the direction of the sound clearer now that he was paying attention to it. At the base of a tree, hidden under its roots, was a glowing red crystal, weblike cracks etching their way across its hard edges. Gunmar’s eye widened upon recognizing the crystal, the Skullcrusher immediately dropping to his knees as he ripped the roots from the ground, exposing the crystal. He watched the crystal as it glowed brighter, the cracks growing in number until suddenly, the crystal shattered in a bright flash of red light. Gunmar shielded his eye from the light, only lowering his arm when he was sure that the light was gone. Within the small space beneath the tree, lying among shards of the shattered red crystal, was a black puffball of a whelp small enough to fit in his hand. Promise… you’ll keep him safe… Gunmar realized then that (Y/N) had been speaking of the whelp that lay before him… Their whelp. Gunmar reached out as the whelp stirred, brushing crystal shards from the small creature’s mane. The whelp mewled at the contact, lifting its head as it slowly blinked its eyes open, the small thing squinting up at Gunmar. Small red and yellow eyes met the gaze of one neon blue eye and immediately the small whelp squirmed, trying its best to crawl out of the hole and towards Gunmar. A soft smile graced Gunmar’s lips as he reached down, picking the whelp up by his scruff and carefully placing him in the palm of his other hand. The whelp cooed happily, bumping its head against Gunmar’s claws. 

“I promise…” Gunmar murmured, lowering his head to bump his forehead against the whelp’s, the little creature cooing at the contact. “I promise to protect and guide you... I swear, for as long as I live, you will never have to be afraid.” Gunmar pulled away from the whelp slightly, the little one reaching for him as he did, making him smile. “And, you shall always be loved, my little Dark Prince.” Gunmar leaned forward, allowing the small whelp to grab at his nose. “My little Bular.”

[kayayorkarts]

You are so handsome today! 😯