desperate hugs

anonymous asked:

this is the anon who left the long headcanon, i'm so glad you enjoyed!! ^^ pls don't feel bad about expanding upon it (esp since your addition made me scream internally with delight imagining the desperate hugs that followed, and like, James probably bridal-carried the intact suit back to their transport while Nat helped Tony limp along behind right??) it's free to a good home b/c i'm never going to have time to write it, so as far as i'm concerned anyone can do what they like with it! <333

[Refers to this WIW headcanon] 

It is you, my brilliant friend!!! *tackles you in a hug* I’m happy you liked my addition! And of course this is how it goes!!! James will probably pout over having to carry the armour, no matter how impressive, but Nat will play the I’m-only-human-woe-is-me card, he’s got no choice. Not that the Winter Soldier does such a mundane thing like pouting of course. 

Transport will be tricky too, I suspect, what with both of them wanting Tony as close as possible. Especially if they have to fly. But none of that compares to the nightmare the unlucky medical team that wasn’t fast enough to hide experience when they try to give Tony the medical attention he desperately needs while two very menacing, only half-redeemed and currently very trigger-happy assassins snarl and glare at them. Nat might or might not take a hostage.

Tony finds it hilarious. Then again, he’s on the good drugs by that point.

ALSO DID YOU HEAR THAT EVERYBODY??? Anon gave permission to write this story! *heart eyes emoij that I currently don’t have* If anyone takes it up, please, please, I’m begging you, tag me!

I may try my hand at this beautiful plot myself too but I have so many projects right now I don’t want to promise anything. 

Playing FFXV
  • STARTING THE GAME:
  • Noctis: Generic snarky grumpy RPG protagonist
  • Gladiolus: Tall, dark, handsome, knows how to swing a sword, clearly has more common sense than the rest of the group - I like you!
  • Ignis: Generic The Smart One(tm)
  • Prompto: Obviously the pop-culture-reference-making comedy relief, meh.
  • AFTER A FEW HOURS OF PLAY:
  • Noctis: Omg you're a Disney princess, aren't you.
  • Gladio: Dude. Chill.
  • Ignis: Do you do anything other than cook and drive?
  • Prompto: You are a giant fucking dork. An adorable dork, but a giant fucking dork.
  • Aranea: Asshole #1, you are a fucking PAIN to fight.
  • Ravus: Asshole #2, generic Squenix White-Haired Pretty Boy(tm).
  • Ardyn: Asshole #3, you're creepy and weird but helpful enough that I'm not gonna discount you yet.
  • WHEN THE PLOT KICKS IN:
  • Noct: You are DEFINITELY a Disney princess, also you desperately need a hug.
  • Gladio: DUDE. CHILL.
  • Iggy: Like hell I'm leaving you behind!
  • Prompto: IF ANYONE LAYS A FINGER ON YOU I WILL FEED THEM THEIR OWN INTESTINES
  • Aranea: Never mind, you're actually pretty cool.
  • Ravus: Man, I really hope you get some DLC.
  • Ardyn: I WILL FUCKING FEED YOU YOUR OWN INTESTINES YOU SON OF A BITCH
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“If I can dream the same dream as you…I will always be with you
Even if I can not be at your side. That is how I will think”

the train of lost souls

fantasy au

pairing: jungkook | reader, hoseok | reader
genre: angst and tiny bits of fluff
word count: 13.610
warnings: mentions of past death 
author’s note: I promise it’s not tragic, though it might seem like it at first. pls believe in me! :)) on another note, let’s just pretend they are all the same age here, since I planned the story that way~


The moment you step inside the train, you are given two options.

You can choose to live, to be given a second and a last chance in life, in exchange for your memories and your previous existence. You can choose to be alive again, but it can only be an entirely new life. Everyone you’ve ever crossed paths with would forget your name. All the pain and the love you knew, all the ups and downs that made you hurt and made you smile — all of it, completely gone.

Or you can choose to move on, to give your life away while keeping your memories until the end of time. To step out of the world of the living and to embrace a new kind of loneliness, but with the warmth of your past always safe between your cold hands.

You are dead, but it’s up to you to do something about it.

The choice is solely yours.

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Steven & Eyeball

“Rubies are important… and so are you.”


I’m a simple SU fan with simple SU fan needs. 

Like a redemption arc for Eyeball.

Sometimes when I feel bad, I like to draw comfort art in the form of Steven befriending Eyeball and adding a new mom to his ever-growing collection. The two were getting close to bonding with each other in Bubbled. If only that asteroid didn’t smack Eyeball in the gem… 

And I love to headcanon that this old war vet is overly protective of her loved ones. And is desperately in need of hugs.

One Last Time (Smut)

MASTERLIST

Requested. Piano sex. Not sure how I feel about this, might delete it again.

Word count: 2,605

One Last Time (Smut)

You were pulled out of your blurry sleep, when the small yet beautiful tones from the piano in the living room rung in your ears. Pushing yourself up with your elbows, you gazed over at your phone on the bedside table.

4 am.

He was home again. It wasn’t that you expected Shawn to be lying next to you, honestly, you didn’t think he’d come back tonight.

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things i need right now, in order:

  1. a hug
  2. chocolate
  3. someone to wrap me in a comforting embrace while i fall asleep not thinking about the terrible aftermath of this episode

things i have access to:

  1. pain
Do we turn you on? (Muke threesome)

Summary: Your best friends pick up on the fact that the both of them make you insanely horny (i can’t do summaries okay i suck)

Word count: 3k

Warnings: This is smut! Luke assumes ‘dom’ position and they all have a threesome ;) 

There’s a little bit of NSFW above the ‘keep reading’ line!

A/N: I’m such a slut for muke I’m surprised this is my first threesome with them? Let’s just say I let my imagination run pretty wild haha :) enjooooy!

Originally posted by ariana527

Michael’s warm fingertips trail across your upper arm, the heat causing goosebumps to pebble across your sensitive skin. As you’re sitting so close to the boy, you can smell the deep musky scent of his aftershave and feel a tug of desire to lean across and smash your lips against his.

You would if you weren’t in a room with your other best friend.

Luke’s leaning against a white wall, his blond hair tousled into loose curls. You take a moment to admire his wide stance before your attention drifts to his fingers curled around his phone. So many night you’ve spent - in the crowd at one of their shows - watching his fingers work magic on his guitar.

You’ve always wondered what they’d feel like inside you.

You imagine they’d be nimble: Luke always brags about his ability to twirl his fingers at perfect angles. But at the same time, there’s no doubt in your mind that he’d move quickly, immediately establishing his dominance before proceeding to bend you over a table.

“Did you just moan?”

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What Dad Doesn’t Know Won’t Hurt Him [Daryl Dixon x Reader]

Word Count: 3,154 (why can I not write short one-shots anymore? why am I incapable? help me)

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Request: Could I request a smut where you’re Ricks Daughter and Daryl’s like really stressed so you give him a massage and one thing leads to another and you end up making out and trying to go further but get caught?

Warnings: Language, mentions of scars, fluff, smut, embarrassment 

*gif not mine*

Originally posted by theultimatewalker

You watch out the window of your house excitedly as you see the familiar white truck pull into the main gates of Alexandria, a weight lifted off your chest when you see that everyone arrived back home safely. Daryl, in particular.

Your dad Rick, Michonne, Daryl, and Abraham had all gone out on a run a few days ago, promising that they’d be back within a day. They never returned that night, and you were scared out of your mind that something had happened to them. But seeing them now, all back and alive, you feel ten times better. Your dad is home. Daryl is home.

Yours and Daryl’s relationship is nothing less than complicated. Because you were only a teenager when you two had met, and also since you were Rick’s daughter, he tended to avoid you for the first few years of being around him. You two would only speak whenever it came down to who’s job was what during the run. But after the Governor blew up the prison, and you, Beth, and Daryl had escaped together, yours and his relationship changed immensely. Your friendship bloomed, and ever since then, you’ve managed to remain just as close friends.

Whether you feel more for them that just platonic feelings, though, is questionable. You’re not so sure yourself. On one hand, you two tend to do things that people in relationships would typically do. You would hold hands every once in a while, which was a thing that started back before Terminus, when you two were stuck together. It was a coping mechanism that helped the both of you tremendously- both of you felt like you had someone. Other things, such as the kissing on the cheek and the hugs only started once you had arrived in Alexandria. It took Daryl so long to get used to someone’s physical touch, that when you had started, he became standoffish and awkward. The more you two spent time together, though, the more comfortable he had become with you, and it puts you where you are today.

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